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nothing compares 2 you | dieter bravo x ex!wife reader

summary | a timeline of dieter bravo and his ex-wife's relationship, told in snapshots. rating | (explicit) tags/warnings | smut, mention of drug and alcohol use, angst, language, real yearning hours. word count | 7.8k a/n | happy late birthday to my favorite aries, pedro pascal <3

February, 2010. Someplace in Los Angeles.

Before he is the Actor, he is the Artist.

The art studio next to yours is the size of a closet and it’s his, paid for with his measly actor’s wages. He paints on large canvases with bleak colors and flirts with you three times before he realizes that his reused material does nothing but amuse you.

You can tell he is a man used to getting women easily, and you don’t blame these women: he is a handsome man. He has soft hands, a dimpled grin, and black paint splattered endearingly over his all rugged, too big t-shirts. During one of his lazy flirtations the word “honest” comes to you, and you figure it’s something to do with his eyes — how they’ve got the gleam of truth, even though he doesn’t necessarily strike you as an honest man himself. Maybe this should alarm you, but it’s as exciting as anything has been in months.

He tells you the sun seems to shine eternally in California, and that they always did tell him he was a stormy child, so he paints gloomy when he misses New York. This is a line that works far better than his cheap flirting. Scary as it is, he thrills at the idea of playing his most difficult role for an audience of one: himself, laid bare.

“You any good?” you ask him one day, absentmindedly, in reference to his acting. He shrugs his shoulders. He is letting you into the intimate cove of his inner life: the paintings, the shoe-box closet of a studio. On his canvases, colossal waves defeat tiny, lonely ships; a father holds a weeping mother; a handsome man peers into the mirror of his soul, and finds nothing good.

“Am I any good?” he asks, referring to his art. You nod, finger grazing over the shipwrecked scenes. “They’re sad,” you comment.

“Well, homesickness is a bitch,” he replies. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip in the nervous way you’ve noticed it does. “What kind of art do you do?”

“Happier stuff, sometimes. Mostly right now I’m sketching, looking for ideas. I’d do more models, but can’t find any good models.”

“In L.A.?” he asks. You nod, still picking through his paintings. “I find that hard to believe. I’ll model for you,” he offers.

“What’s your price?”

He doesn’t think it over. He answers, “Free.”

“Oh c’mon.” You look askance at him. “Nothing’s ever free.”

“Alright, then how much can you pay me?”

“I’ll supply lunch.”

He laughs incredulously. “You make no sense to me.”

“I think that’s a good thing. The things that you make sense of seem terribly depressing.” You nod to the painting in front of you, a naked woman stretched out on a mattress, cotton panties with a pink bow tie and a glass of wine in her hand. “Is this what you think femininity is? Breakdowns in pretty underwear?”

Covering your hand, he stops you from flipping through more. “Okay, my price just went up. 10 dollars and lunch. Any other critiques will cost you.” He frowns at the painting, swiping a thumb over the edge. “How do you know that isn’t a real woman?”

You take your hand from him, though not unkindly. You both share the knowing look of two people in the depths of flirtation. “I don’t, I’m being cruel and I’m sorry. But you’re lucky you’ve got a nice nose, because those prices are outrageous.”

His laugh has no room to echo in his little studio, so of course it has no other option but to nuzzle itself in the pit of your stomach. You divert your eyes back to the canvases and their depressing scenes. “I like you very much, despite myself,” you tell him frankly, “but I won’t sleep with you.”

“Why? Afraid of cooties? I’m vaccinated against them.” He lays the charm on thick.

“No. I’ve already had a case or two.” As you look up, you watch his eyes drop to your lips. There is an enticing concoction of nerves brewing inside of you. They churn together mightily as you do your best to make out your next line: “I just don’t fuck actors as a rule.”

He clicks his tongue, leaning in closer. He smells clean, like laundry detergent and toothpaste. “Rosemary’s Baby situation? If so, I get that. That’d do it for anyone.”

“Hardly,” you grin. Your fingers brush against the fabric of his shirt. You tell yourself it’s because you want to keep him at bay, but the surge of excitement you feel doesn’t really indicate that. “It’s just this thing I have. I don’t think artists do well with other artists, regardless of the profession. I’d only make an exception for one man.”

He narrows his eyes, holding himself in the precarious position. “Who?”

“Gregory Peck.”

“He’s dead!” he gawks.

“What a relief, huh?” you joke. “I’d never have stood a chance against him.”

He’s leaning in then, and much to your surprise - and perhaps his too - you close the space between you. It's hardly anything of substance, barely a touch of the lips before it’s over. But he clutches the fabric of your cloth overalls and looks at you like some lovesick puppy, and you know it’s not finished.

There will be more. God, you hope for it.

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t think Gregory Peck would’ve been able to withstand you either,” he mutters.

—

March, 2010

He becomes the exception to the rule. You sketch the curves of his face, shadow in his eyes, pay special attention to the dip in the middle of his lips, and kiss him hard and fast, as though making it rough will make it mean less. He slows you down, laughing lightly.

“Let me be gentle,” he tells you, hand on the small of your back. You nod, nervous - you are always nervous around him, much to your dismay - and he tips back your head with a slight tap to your chin. As you open your mouth, he licks into you, fingers trailing down to the base of your neck and sprawling out across your chest. Dieter touches all that he can, eager and pleasant. He is cool against your skin but warm in your mouth, and you want him so badly you forget yourself, moaning when he presses you against a studio wall with his body.

He smiles against your lips and kisses his way down your body until his knees hit the floor, and there’s no place to go but up. You help him take off your shorts and you go to joke - to say something like “It’s not right that I’m the only one getting undressed” — but it dies in the back of your throat when he puts his hot mouth on you, over the fabric of your underwear. No one has ever wanted you past the point of patience, unable to spare the few seconds taking off your underwear would take. Not until him.

He makes you come without ever taking anything off, and then he does it twice more with your underwear pooling around your left ankle and your right leg propped over his shoulder.

Afterwards he asks if he can take the picture you drew of him home and you say, “Of course,” voice soft, pliable seemingly to affection. He kisses you before he leaves, and you sit in your studio, stunned by this man with his lovely nose and the soft ache you feel at the idea of wanting him more than you should.

You sketch him many, many more times and by the end of the month, you give him what you always intended for Atticus Finch. He draws patterns of the small of your back and dedicates himself to you like a role he’s wanted all his life.

—

November 2010.

He comes to your apartment bearing gifts: a newly purchased DVD player - receipt crumbled in his back pocket - and a movie called The Rapture. His eyes are aglow with boyish excitement when he extends them towards you.

Last time he’d only brought the DVD and you had to tell him that you were a part of the select few individuals in the world who did not own a DVD player. Unfortunately this meant the two of you had to spend yet another Friday night getting well acquainted with each other’s bodies and doing little else. He is not going to let that happen again, he assures, kissing you fully on the lips in greeting. He half forgets his promise when you bite down on his bottom lip, but remembers it when you nearly dropped the movie from your hand.

“You’re insatiable.” He clicks his tongue, a devious twinkle in his eye.

He works the cords into your television and beams when it works on the first try. “I was afraid it wasn’t going to and then I was going to have to ask you to read me the instructions while I tried again. Like some married couple,” he says, stepping back from the television.

The mention of marriage, even in the half baked, joking manner the two of you take to approach everything, makes you feel a bit queasy so you ignore it all together. “What’s this movie about again?” you ask.

“It’s self explanatory.”

“Well, explain it anyways.”

“It’s about the rapture,” he offers simply, with a shrug and an unforgiving smirk.

You make room for him on the couch, picking up the remote. The title screen flashes in front of you and based on the graphics, you get the feeling that this film is low budget. It makes you grin. “What?” he asks, looking at you.

“I don’t know. I had this feeling that you were one of those men who like those unheard of, low budget indie films with nudity and sex in it.” You laugh. “Tell me—am I going to see boobs? A little dick?”

He rolls his eyes, settling in beside you. Plucking the remote from your hand, he turns the movie on. “Maybe if you’re good during the show, but I don’t know. I don’t really like to put out for rude people,” he says flatly. “Now, shut up. You’ll miss the sex and nudity.”

You shake your head, laughing. “Please. You told me you put out for everyone, no matter the situation.”

Without looking at you, he says too soberly: “No. Not anymore.”

You don’t say much else after that. You don't know what else there is to say. After the film, you chalk it up to a crisis of faith. But after the sex, you realize he means: I only want you.

That’s the thing about those actors—you can never know what they mean until it’s too late. He’ll win Oscars for ambiguity.

—

January, 2011.

When you meet his mother, it's by accident.

You’ve been spending more time with him. Recently you’ve even started to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend when forced to put labels on it, but you never crossed this road—the parent one. It seemed far out, in the future, but not necessarily the immediate one. No one brings parents into something this pleasant.

He sleeps over at your place on the weekends, takes you to lunch on Wednesdays, lets you help him pick a home near the studio he’s working for. Then at three o’clock on a random Thursday, he trips over a wire on set and breaks his arm. He calls her before he calls you, and she finds her way to his home, bringing her motherly love into his L.A. life. You aren’t good with parents - not even your own - but you like her. She loves him, calls him Mijo, travels miles and miles and miles for a bone that sits in a cast and can only be repaired with time.

“Mami, this is my girlfriend,” he tells her, smiling ruefully at you. You shrug your shoulders as if to say “What can you do?”

He looks like her, shares the same eyes that you felt were honest, with the same dark brown hair. You are her surprise as much as she is yours, but she takes you in happily, smiling. “I didn’t know-,” is what she says before stopping, thinking better. But you know she didn’t know; it’s only been a handful of months, but you get what her son is like. He doesn’t tell his mother what he should, despite that he seems to tell her everything — a drifter out at sea in the Los Angeles area while she waits patiently for news in her lonely New York.

You witness a divide between them at the quiet dinner you share that first night. She gives him words and he responds with short answers, not harsh or disrespectful, but all of it lacking the ability to be built into actual conversations. He goes to the bathroom midway and you look at her, sorry and worried and she smiles - the same smile he has. You feel like you’ve known her ages when she smiles like that, and you tell her, “I think he’s really upset about his arm. It’s going to put him out of work for a little bit, and he really likes work.”

“Thank you,” she replies, eyebrows creased. “I know that he doesn’t want me here, though. I shouldn’t have come. He is a grown man and I know that but when things like this happen, I can’t help it. He’s my little boy.”

You think back to his paintings, the bleakness of the colors and the darkness of the subjects. “He misses you, I know,” you tell her, “I’ve only been with him for a little bit, but he’s told me a little bit about it. Really, I think it’s the arm. Or maybe it’s me.” You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t think he expected us to meet for a long time.”

“Probably not,” she agrees, smiling a smile that might be a grimace. “I’ve checked in at a hotel, but I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”

“You shouldn’t stay at a hotel.”

“I always do when I come to town.” She waves her hand through the air, dismissing it.

For reasons you can’t comprehend, you tell her, “Come stay with me, at least. I’ve got a nice apartment, close to the beach. He’s in the middle of doing reconstruction on this place, but I’m sure he doesn’t want you to be in a hotel.” You say that even though you aren’t sure; all evidence to the fact that he quite actually does want her in one, for reasons you can’t comprehend.

Before she answers he comes back, looking the same as he did before he left.

“It’s getting late,” he says, looking at you, and then over to her. “You’ve got a place to stay?” he says to her. She nods her head. “I’ll call a ride for you.”

“David,” you intercede, glaring at him now. “I’ll take her. She’s staying with me.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to—“ but you stop him with the ice in your stare. He sits back in his chair like a petulant child, and grabs the glass of wine in front of his plate. He drinks all of it down.

You take his mother into your house and she tells you things he probably wouldn’t: the divorce between his father and herself when he was fifteen, the thing that created the sea between them; the way he’s always loved art, that his father was the one who got him into acting and how he found the brush some time in between elementary school and college. She even confesses that her little boy, dark eyed and happy in childhood, is prone to being mercurial, and that’s the thing that makes her worry the most.

“I hope you stay,” she tells you after you guide her to the lone spare bedroom you have. It smells unused, which would embarrass you if not for her comment. “You’re the best one I’ve met. Not that I’ve met many.”

“I will,” you tell her with the certainty you gathered at dinner. You’ve got no evidence for this, either, and yet you feel deep in your gut that it’s the truth.

He calls you when you get to your own bed, no longer pouty. “Thank you,” he tells you in a voice that is looking to be absolved from guilt. You give in easily.

“You’re welcome. Your mother is a nice woman.”

“I know, I know. I love her. I just have a hard time showing it sometimes.”

“That’s worrisome,” you joke, tucking the telephone between your head and your shoulder. You flip absentmindedly through the television stations as you listen to him.

“I think I love you too,” he says. You hear him breathe in after the sentence, like he’s stunned by it himself. “I do,” he adds, clumsily. “I don’t just think. I do.”

You’d never thought about being in love with him. Not until now. “I love you too,” you tell him, slightly bewildered by the fact you can’t pin where it began—or how it’ll end.

“What are we going to do about it?” he asks softly.

“What’s there to do about it?”

A pause. Then, “Nothing. I don’t know. Get married?”

“David-“ you say and he cuts you off, knowing.

“I’m kidding. Not yet.”

“Not yet,” you repeat.

You let it hang between you for five full breaths. It is a lukewarm idea, not altogether unpleasant, but half baked.

“I’ve got to go to sleep. The pain pills are making me drowsy,” he tells you quietly.

“Okay. Goodnight,” you tell him.

You stare blankly at the television, the terrible franchise movie you’ve stopped at not distracting you.

A woman loved. A loving woman. You wonder how these new identities will compete with the other ones, like The artist. The friend. The daughter. The you who likes her own space.

Love is remarkable and unremarkable, happening on a Thursday and leaving you changed for a lifetime.

—

July 2011 A red carpet and a movie premiere, New York, New York.

An interviewer named Natalie asks you what you make of your boyfriend. Cameras flash, people yell at you to smile. You think the question over, and wonder why girlfriends aren’t given public relations too.

“He’s great,” is what you settle with, your smile irredeemably try-hard. They call him Dieter and you have to remember that. Don’t call him David, don't call him David, don’t call him Dav— “Dav—Dieter is very talented and I’m proud of him.”

Later in the week, you will be berated online by women who love him because of the uncoordinated way you stood next to him, and the awkward answers you gave while trying to remember to smile and call him Dieter and to not let them in to your world, even though he wants to hold your hand on the red carpet and doesn’t mind that people know you’re dating. You will laugh, but you don’t ever google yourself again after that.

That night you watch his new movie beside him in a grand theater, sitting in a floor length dress. Afterwards, he introduces you to people you have only ever seen on a screen before. They ask you what you do–if you’re in the “business.” They don’t cringe when you say you’re an artist.

One of them, a man you think is a little too pretentious, says he thinks himself a little bit of an artist, too. David winks conspiratorially at you. You let out a breath for the first time since you arrived at the event; you’re relieved to find your boyfriend does not change in these settings.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you after, when you go home. “About that all, really. I should’ve prepared you better. I knew it wasn’t great for you.”

“I’m not a movie star,” you respond. He smiles endearingly at you.

“Pretty enough to be.”

You grin, charmed. “I prefer the canvas.”

“But us actors, we’re artists too,” he says somberly, before his face collapses into a wide grin.

“You almost made me laugh, winking at me like that.”

You hang your coat next to his, feeling warm and easy. They’d invited you both to an after party, but he just wanted to come back here, kiss all night and maybe smoke some weed. Feels like a Big Lebowski night, he whispered into the shell of your ear on the way out. You don’t have that movie, so you hope he won’t mind the other entertainment you have in mind.

“Did I?” he asks. The question is just something to keep in his mouth as he watches your fingers tease the straps of your dress. They fall off your shoulders. He’s paying attention but he’s not. You are bare naked in seconds, which means the whole night you weren’t wearing any underwear, and that’s great. Hot. He wants to swallow you whole; he wants to marry you.

“Marry me?” he asks, awed

You shake your head, smiling. He grins too, radiant for a rejected man. This is your long suffering joke that will find the path to truth one day. Just not this day. Today all you find is a little more love in you for your movie star.

“I knew you before you were famous,” you say to him, riding him lazily on the couch. He gazes lovingly at you.

“You’re the only one who’s ever known me,” is his response.

—

February 2012

For an anniversary present he buys you an art studio the size of a loft. It’s too much, and he’s happy to give it to you.

“Thank you,” you tell him softly. If you speak any louder, you're afraid your voice might wobble with emotion.

He shrugs his shoulders like it’s nothing. “You showed potential,” he jokes.

Because you were ‘famous’ before he was, he likes to poke fun. He never minded, but now that the tables are turning, you’re reluctant to admit that sometimes you do. It’s not anything to do with the ego — you’re more than happy being the least famous in that respect — but if he comes to an art show of yours, it’s inevitable that a flock of people will gather around him, asking for attention, for autographs. They don’t care about your art as much as your boyfriend. You understand this in his world, with the cameras and the stars, but sometimes the breach of it into yours makes you feel insignificant. You can’t help but think he’s apologizing a little for it with this.

You kiss him so fiercely he stumbles back a little. “I love you,” you say, looking him in the eye.

“I love you too,” he replies softly. “I’m glad you like the present.”

You touch the indent in his lip with your fingertip. “My present seems silly now,” you say, smiling. You feel the movement of his lips as they tug upwards underneath your touch.

“What is it?” he asks.

You look back into his eyes. He looks at you expectantly, waiting, and you lean in, press your ears to his lips. “I got your name tattooed on my ass,” you whisper.

When you pull back he examines your face. You can tell he’s not sure whether you’re joking or not. Really, it could be either. Finally he gives up. “Let me see.”

You lift up your dress. Sure enough, you’ve got a fresh tattoo on your ass, but it’s not his name. Not his given one, anyway. “Bravo,” he laughs, swiping a thumb over your flesh. The letters are small, barely taking up any room at all. He likes it more than he should.

“I think it’s a pretty great present,” he tells you, inspecting the spot for a little while longer.

“It’s silly.”

“Not to me.” He’s on his knees, kissing your thighs. When his teeth glide against your ass cheek, you squeal, turning to look over your shoulder. “Of all the things my name has been spread across, your ass is by far my favorite.”

“I thought it’d make you laugh.” You smile.

“It does, but I love it.” He stands tall, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m going to marry you.”

You arch an eyebrow, turning in his arms to face him. Smiling, you say, “Was that a question?”

“Just a warning for now.”

—

November 2013 A Little Chapel, Las Vegas.

You had the pre-wedding jitters, but now you feel that nothing has ever seemed as right as this: marrying him on a Friday night in a Las Vegas chapel as facetious as you’ve both always treated the topic of marriage.

You knew someday the joke would become serious. He slides a ring that he got three hours ago on your finger, and your two wedding guests clap boisterously. There is the co-star of his who became available at last minute, and a nice lady in the lobby of a hotel who you asked out of fear the co-star wouldn’t come. Your veil is pink and your dress was someone else’s once, in the ‘70s. He wears the beige tuxedo he brought to Vegas for a movie premiere, and a silver heart bolo tie he long ago nicked from your own collection.

A bottle of champagne is opened and shared. He kisses you once, twice, five times, his hand drifting scandalously lower each time. Beneath your white dress is the intricate lingerie set you bought while he was frantically looking for rings. He touches the end of the garter and it doesn’t take much longer for you both to excuse yourselves from the ceremony.

David unwraps you like a neatly wrapped present, preserving ribbons and bows for memory’s sake. Your fingers rub affectionately across his freshly shaven jaw as he tucks his naked body between your bare thighs. “I can’t believe we did that,” you say, voice soft.

“I’m happy we did.” He kisses your bare chest and sinks inside of you, slow, slow, slow, until he is buried within you, close as he can be. You moan quietly, fingers gripping around his arm, your cunt adjusting to the thickness of him.

“I don’t think I've ever been so turned on in my life,” he admits, more sheepish than you’ve ever seen him. His lips brush against yours, before he sucks at your bottom lip. For a moment, he does nothing, only stays buried within you, kissing you tenderly.

Your fingers explore the expanse of his muscular back, traveling over the ridges of his body as his hips raise and he begins to move inside of you. You think you agree: he has never felt this hard - never felt this much - before.

“I love you,” he whispers. It feels like a thing he’s giving to you, asking you to keep safe for him. You wrap your hands around his shoulders and say, “I love you, too.”

After he cums, he says he thinks maybe you’ve been here before, in another life, and that you’ll be this way again, in another. It’s his classic brand of sentimentality and you adore it all the same. If he was any better at knowing himself - if he knew him the way you knew him - it’d come out like this: I love you down to my bones; I love you in a way that defies reason.

You tell him you think so, too.

—

December 2013

When you move into his California beach house, he gives you a key, along with full creative control. “You’re the artist,” he figures, and truth is, he’s never been good at making places his home.

You don’t have much work to do. Because you’ve been with him since he bought the house, it already bears your marks. Pieces of you in the bathroom: the toothbrush, the shower curtain and the color scheme. There is the painting you did of Lee Strasberg in the corridor, hanging like a royal portrait. The bedroom is full of you: your clothes, most of the furniture, one fourth of the sex toys. You renovate a single room in the back, facing the beach, so you can have a home art studio.

You are the happiest you've ever been, and he has never felt so much at home.

—

January 2014

Marriage bliss doesn’t ever stay with you long, but it’s no one’s fault in particular. He picks a grueling role that means something to him and transforms him in ways you don’t understand. You paint when you miss him. Sometimes it happens when he’s in the same room.

Art is important to you both, and the sacrifice feels worth it when you see what he’s completed: A film about the world, about grief, about being human. What you see on the screen is something you recognize immediately. A version of him that you’ve known for as long as you’ve loved him. At the premiere you cry at the opening scene, though it’s not sad. He squeezes your leg.

“I loved that movie,” you tell him on the way home. “Really, it was beautiful. The best thing you’ve ever done.”

He kisses you gently. “I did it for you,” he says.

You believe him.

—

April 2015

You stand at the back of the art gallery, puffing on an indulgent cigarette, fighting off tears. He is on the phone, apologetic and placating.

“Honestly, I forgot. I’m sorry. Really,” he tries to pacify.

“I told you. For months, I told you about tonight.”

“I’m sorry,” he says again. You hate the way his voice sounds: like he’s only sorry because you need him to be sorry.

“I’d never do this to you.” Someone comes out from the exit, and gives you a furtive look. You turn your back to them, embarrassed to be seen like this.

“Don’t do that,” he whines.

“Do what?” you whisper.

“Get mean with me. I am sorry. As soon as I’ve wrapped here, I’ll come to the exhibition.”

You crush out the cigarette with the heel of your shoe, sniffling. “You know, it’s fine. I’ll just see you at home.”

You hear his frustrated groan on the other end. You know that you’re beginning to be unreasonable. This is how your fights have always been: trying to see how far you can push one another until the careful calm gives way to anger. Today he breaks first, faster than ever.

“Goddammit. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

When he arrives, he brings a flock of cameras along with him. They crowd the door and make it hard for people to come in. He squeezes your shoulder in apology, and you take separate cars home.

When you have sex that night, he makes you cum three times. This is how he tells you that you were right—that he’s sorry. Sometimes you think it might be nice if he just said it.

You love him so much it feels like sometimes it might split you apart.

—

February 26, 2017 Dolby Theatre Hollywood, Los Angeles

When they announce his name as the winner for best actor, there is an astonished moment of quiet that washes over your little row. He turns you, wide-eyed and impossibly boyish, a surprised smile turning up at the end of his lips. You rise with him, proud tears prickling at your eyes. He laughs then, his hand gripping at your forearm as you move to embrace him. You the feel the vibration of his joy in your chest.

“Holy shit,” he mutters, running a hand over his face. His mother and little sister crowd around you, patting at his arm, kissing him on the cheek, before he escapes your arms and wanders up the aisle to retrieve his much deserved award.

For a moment, he is the most humble man you’ve ever seen: bowled over by the impossibility of what just has happened to him. He takes the gold statue from the woman’s hand, accepts a hug, and positions himself in front of the microphone. His tie is crooked but he’s smiling so wide that his eyes crinkle, and you feel so thrilled to know that the world loves your husband as much as you do. It has not always been easy to share, but at this moment, you feel the reward for doing it, tenfold. He lifts the statue up slightly, showing you, and you nod, clapping along with everyone else.

“Oh,” he says over the roar of applause. People start to settle into their seats and quiet their claps, and he says it again: “Oh, wow. Um. I don’t think I’m easily robbed of my words, but I would be right now had I not prepared something. Thank you to the Academy, to my director and dearest friend, Thora Mendez, who took this script as seriously as it deserved to be taken and never let anyone tamper with her impeccable vision. Thank you to the three women I brought with me tonight: my mami, who learned English from a television screen when she came here at twelve, and who always let me be whoever I wanted to be; my little sister, Mina, who probably thinks this is the coolest I’m ever going to get.”

He laughs again and Mina rolls her eyes, but smiles widely. “And thank you to my beautiful, beautiful wife, who has read every script with me since I met her. There was no way at all she could know this is where I’d end up. This–” he raises the award high, “--is for you as much as it is for me. In every character I’ve ever had the pleasure to play, there’s a piece of your beautiful mind. I love you all, and would be nothing without you. Thank you.”

When he comes back to you, he puts the award in your hand. It is heavy. You remember a time when he said it wouldn’t matter at all if he won this or not–that it doesn't really mean anything. His bright, dimpled grin shows how much of a liar he’d been.

You kiss him and the entire world fades away around you. All the sparkle and glamor of his world is diluted down to the pure joy of spending this single, incredible moment with him.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whisper, shedding tears. He swipes one away with the pad of his thumb.

“I love you,” he says back, kissing you again.

For the first time in a long time, you feel like you belong in this life of his again.

When he takes you home, it is late, nearly morning. He helps you take off your dress and waits by the door of the bathroom as you scrub off the rest of your makeup. Then he shuts the curtains in your room, blocking out the rising sun, and he pulls you close to him. He kisses your bare shoulder. He smells like mint toothpaste and the faded, warm essence of his cologne.

You part your legs for him and he enters you from behind, molding his body to yours. The sex is slow, his thrusts sleepy and measured, and you hold onto him the entire time, so in love you’re intoxicated by it.

You know will love him forever.

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August 2017

“What do you mean you’ve found a place in New York?” you ask him, incredulous. He shuffles around your bedroom, hanging up his clothes. Today he looks tired, and it upsets you that you don’t know why. You both talk so little these days, busy and forgetful. But this feels like treason.

“It’s just a little apartment, for when I do plays over there.”

“And you didn’t want to ask me?”

“Ask you what?” he snaps. “I didn’t think you’d be upset about it. I told you a million years ago that I wanted to start prioritizing the theater after I won the oscar.”

“You didn’t think I’d be upset about the fact that you bought a home separate from the one we live in together, and then tell me that you’re going to spend multiple months of each year living there?” You scoff, disbelieving. “Fuck you.”

“It’s not like that.” He has the sense to stop what he’s doing and turn his body towards you. His frown deepens. “You can come whenever you want. It’ll be better for us both.”

“But this is our home.”

“That will be too,” he reassures. “You’ll like it. It’s a studio, with big windows and lots of light. I already bought you a canvas to paint a picture there, too, when you come.”

You feel a lump gather in your throat, but your anger ebbs. He looks so sincere—sounds so sincere—it’s hard to stay angry.

When you walk over to him, he wraps you up in his arms. “New York is home to me. You know that,” he says against the shell of your ear.

You nod your head, but can’t stop the tears from falling down your cheek and onto his shirt. You’re not sure when you stopped being home to him.

—

December 2017 New York, New York

“Baby?” he says.

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“We can make it better. Maybe go to couple’s therapy.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“I’m hoping I do,” you breathe out, looking at him.

Your love for him strangles you with its might.

—

February 2018 New York, New York

The acrid taste of failure makes eating an unpleasant task. You know you shouldn’t think of it this way, have tried not to, but you can’t help it. Your marriage is ending and your heart feels like it’s decided to beat slower today, just to torture you.

Or maybe it’s serious, solemn as your lunch-time confession to Dieter. You said you want a divorce and now your heart wants to stop all together, and is maybe making an honest attempt at it. There are old people who die of broken hearts, so why shouldn’t there be a few younger ones that do it, too?

After lunch you considered just going back home. You were tired, anxious, didn’t quite feel right trapped up in Dieter’s studio apartment anymore, waiting for him to come back from his stupid fucking rehearsals. But something felt unfinished, incomplete, so you went back to the apartment and now you wait, staring down at a soggy bowl of cereal while his shower runs.

Maybe you should join him, one last time. The very last time. Bile rises in your throat for the millionth time and you know just the fix for this terrible, never ending nightmare.

When you peek your head into the bathroom, it is filled with steam. He doesn’t remember to turn on the fan, never does. You don’t do it for him this time, just step inside with your surmounting grief and a desperate look in your eyes. Dieter wipes away some of the fog from the shower door. “Everything okay?” he asks over the spray of water. You don’t answer him.

You turn around while you undress, and he pretends not to notice. But he does notice, more than he’s ever noticed before. It’s like the last moments before something tremendously terrible takes over and everything changes: it goes so slow, but later it will feel like it happened in seconds. Time is unjust, senselessly cruel.

His soul feels like it’s being extracted from his body as you step inside the shower with him, the heavy weight of your united undoing drowning you. He wants to confess all—feels like an atheist on his deathbed, turning to God as you wrap your frame around him and cling. Like the fabled man pleading for eternal salvation in his dying hours, Dieter holds your head to his chest and wishes to give you years worth of devotion in seconds. Anything, so long as you won’t give up on him. Please, please, he says without saying, warm hands running over your back. I’ll be better, he longs for you to understand.

But you do understand: you’re no God. If he wishes to enter the church of you, become a devoted pupil, he’s going to be disappointed once more to find the thrum of humanity pulsing in you. Pure flesh, all human. You nag because he makes you nag and a million other things that he doesn’t like—that same old story, repeated and rehashed a million different ways. The moral of it: he doesn’t like you, not really, because you’re not fun enough and you hold him back and he wants more, and you don’t like him because he’s made you nag and you feel like a monster, and you remember once that you had been fun. You recall a movie about a woman without a face he showed you, and you are sick to know that you now resonate with her. None of this is fair and he’s never been religious for anything but the stage, anyway.

This is only scared cowardice because you’ve plunged him into the unknown.

He kisses you first, holds you up, swallows a mouthful of your moans, licks between your legs until the water is tepid. You don’t cum. He doesn’t get all the way hard, only works his way up to semi-erect, then softens completely under his own embarrassment.

They all said marriage wasn’t easy but he figured, sorta, that you’d both be different somehow. At forty, he is officially one year older than his father was when he got divorced from his mother. Maybe you didn’t ask for a divorce last year on purpose, just to give him something, in the grand scheme of things.

Your gesture says: We got a bad one, too, Bravo, but at least you ousted your parents, yeah? And morbidly enough, when he’s really bleeding out about this all later, the thought will soothe him. No mind that he provided no help, that you did it by yourself, because you are thoughtful, selfless, the best wife.

He will miss you more than you think possible—will, too, feel like he’s dying after you get on the plane home, to see your first round of lawyers. The play he rehearses for will be deemed his best yet, but it’s because in the weeks that follow your terrible lunch and your terrible shower, it will be all he allows himself to do in order not to ask you to reconsider him, as a whole.

Because he knows this: he will never be the husband you need, nor the one you want, and it took you so long to ask, didn’t it? You really thought it over, took a plane ride with the thought and still felt it strongly enough to ask after.

—

March 2018

You sign the divorce papers in separate places. He’s got a girl waiting for him outside in the car, half his age and stoned out of her mind. She thinks he’s signing on for another movie because that’s what he told her he was doing. At home, you’ve got a can of black paint and a painting he never finished, waiting for you to fix it or deface it. You’re not sure which yet. A marriage dissolves and takes you both with it.

You will host a slew of successful art shows in the months to come and he won’t work for the entire year, theater or otherwise. You think he’s being merciful enough to disappear from the public eye.

The truth is worse: he loves you so much he can’t bring himself to do anything but to try and forget it. He buries his love for you in a hundred people who aren’t you. Then he anonymously buys a painting of yours for more money than you’d ever think to ask, just because he’s so sorry it makes him sick.

—

March 2019

He buys a book about Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor, who married and divorced twice, and in his first film since your divorce, he plays a doting husband. If it didn’t make him want to die, he would be delighted by a review that says: “For all of his celebrated range as an actor, Bravo oddly fails to capture the sincerity the role requires to make it believable.”

Instead, he calls you. You pick up after the second ring.

“Hello?” you say, a question. “David? Is that you? Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he replies. The sound of your voice works as a balm to his worries. He feels like he can breathe for the first time in months. The relief is so palpable, it nearly overcomes him. “I’m sorry if I’m interrupting you while you’re doing something.”

“No, you’re not. I was sketching,” you tell him. He forgot how kind you could be. How self-sacrificing. He misses you.

“I didn’t know if you’d pick up,” he laughs softly. “I haven’t talked to you in a year.” He can hear you shuffling around on the other side, and he knows you’re sitting down.

After a beat of silence, you say, “I shouldn’t have, but I saw your movie and it was bad and I wanted to tell you that but then I heard you, and suddenly I wanted to tell you it was good.” You laugh, too. “It wasn’t so bad. Not really. I was just angry when I watched it. I’m happy you called.”

“Me too,” he replies, meaning it with all his might. “I’m happy you thought it was a bad movie because it was. I’m sorry.”

“For the movie?” You laugh again.

“For everything.”

“Oh, well.” There’s a pause, and he can particularly see you at home, on the couch, shrugging despite the fact that he can’t see you. It makes him smile to remember you like this. “I’ve forgiven you.”

“Just now?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s really good of you.”

“Mm,” you acknowledge, “I just don’t want you to make any more shit movies. I used to know you, and that’s embarrassing for me.”

He laughs so hard he starts to cry a little, mostly because he misses you, and because you’re being so nice when you shouldn’t. He clutches the phone in his hand and feels the love in his chest. It’s a heavy thing. “I miss you,” he says. “Not that I mean anything by that. I just needed you to know that.”

“I miss you too, Bravo. Next time you’re in LA, come say hi. I don't want to be your stranger.”

“No, I don’t want that either,” he says. “I’m in town next month.”

“Okay. Let’s have lunch at my house.”

“Okay,” he agrees. “That’d be nice.”

When he hangs up the phone, he feels better than he has in years. He knows he can’t go back with you, that what’s done is done, and he’s sorry, but he’s happy to be going forward now.

You’re the greatest thing that will ever happen to him. This he has, and always will, know to be true.

#dieter bravo #the bubble #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal characters #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x female reader #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal fanfiction

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bountydroid · 1 year ago

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Darlin’

pt 2

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (right now there is nothing romantic, maybe in the future I am undecided.)

Description: After being captured by some cowboys, reader ends up in front of a ghoul and fearing for her life.

Notes: This is awful I apologize in advance. Please let me know what you think. This is just setting it up for the real story.

I sighed as I stumbled behind my captors. I am not even sure how you ended up in this situation. One day I woke up next to my fire surrounded by three cowboys, smiling menacing at me. Next thing I know my hands are tied and I am being forced to follow them everywhere. I heard them talking about a "last bounty" and rolled my eyes. I know their type, there is never really a last bounty.

It was night-time as we made our way to the graveyard, I was so tense you shuffled stiffly behind their leader as he tugged on the rope connecting the two of you.

"He's the best bounty hunter there is." Their leader rambles on. To be honest, I wasn't listening.

"How do we know which grave?" One of his companions asked.

"Well, Slim we look for the fresh one." He responded. "Dom Pedro has our friend dug up once a year. Cuts some pieces off and then puts him right back in the ground."

"That's awful," I mumble.

The four of us stop in front of the graveyard and see a cross with two bags of Rad-X hung above it. "Bingo." Their leader says.

"Shit." Slim replies. "You are telling me the supreme badass we're looking for is a godforsaken mutant?"

"Are you really going to let out a ghoul?" I asked, exasperated by the whole ordeal.

"Have some respec'!" Their leader interrupted. "That is your prospective coworker you's talking about Slim. And our ticket to a big payoff. And you -" He said turning around to me, "You's better keep your mouth shut. Who knows what he does with little girls like you? I imagine we will let him do whatever he likes." He growled.

"I thought you said you knew this guy?" His other companion asked.

"I said I knew of him. My pop worked with him once." He shrugged.

"Your pop?" His companion asked breathlessly. "How long's this asshole been moulderin' in the ground?"

"How do we know he's not feral?" Slim asked, obviously afraid.

"That is why we brought our little friend." Their leader said as he pulled out a cage with a chicken in it from behind his poncho. "A feral ghoul can't abide a chicken. If he goes for her, we kill him."

"Just like that?" I asked dryly. I knew this band of idiots barely stood a chance, and that this was likely where I would die.

"Shut up," Slim said before he grabbed a shovel and started to big. "Should make the bitch dig." He said turning to his friend who just laughed in response.

Some time later they finally had dug up the coffin. It was surrounded by chains, obviously keeping something strong within. I couldn't help the chill that ran up my spine. I looked over at the chicken tied to a stake and couldn't help but wonder, am I bait too? Is that why they brought me here?

The three of them watched with bated breath as they opened the coffin from afar, but I couldn't stand to watch and just kept staring down at the chicken at my feet. Their leader gave the rope tied to the coffin one last tug and it finally swung open.

A ghoul stumbles out of the coffin, groaning and coughing and cracking his bones. He obviously hadn't been let out in a long time. I couldn't help but feel bad for him. If he truly wasn't feral, then there was a person in there.

"Well well well." The ghoul finally spoke. "Why is this an Amish production of The Count of Monte Cristo or… just the weirdest circle jerk i've ever been invited to?"

I couldn't help the snort that escaped my mouth. His attention was then brought to me as I stood mostly hidden behind the leader of the gang.

After a brief silence, the leader started laughing as well, obviously trying to diffuse the tension. "Welcome back. I'm Honcho. Now you don't even know us-"

"No." The ghoul interrupted. "I do not." His gaze then moved down to the chicken. He slowly approached as he licked his lips in anticipation.

The four of us moved back in fear as he picked up the chicken.

"Does that count?" Slim asked. "Should I shoot him?"

"Would you shut the fuck up," Honcho responded. "We-uh, we got a proposition for you." He said as he moved his attention back to the ghoul. "A bounty came down. A huge one. Enough to be a last score for me and whoever's with me. Yeah. Now, somebody made a run from the enclave." He said pulling out a sketch of the bounty and his furry friend.

"Now what makes you think I'd give a good goddamn about that?" The ghoul asked, obviously not interested in the bounty.

It ain't where he's running from I figured you'd be interested in." Honcho said confidently. "It's where he's running to. That witch Moldaver in California. That's where you from ain't it?" He smiled. "Originally I mean."

The ghoul stared him down for a moment. "Now, what the fuck would you know about where I'm from?"

I tried to swallow but my throat was so dry from fear that it was painful. I slowly took a step back from Honcho. I could feel that this was going to go bad quick.

"Well that don't sound like gratitude, do it, boys? Honcho responded with a sour tone in his voice. "How about we put you right back in that hole so Dom Pedro can have his fun with you for the next thirty years?"

The ghoul smirked as he looked between the 3 cowboys, amused with Honcho's confidence. "Well, I'll tell you what boys, whenever somebody says they're doing one last job, that usually means their heart's not in it. Probably never was." He said as he kneeled back down to the chicken. "But for me? Well, I do this shit for the love of the game."

It was barely a second before he had his lasso around Honcho, easily pulling him off his feet and throwing him across the graveyard. I stumbled behind him a couple of feet before the rope he was holding came loose and I fell to the ground. I stayed down and covered my head as I heard gunshots and the two boys falling to the ground. I slowly looked up at the ghoul who was staring down at me with a blank expression before turning his attention back to Honcho.

"You are right, friend, about one thing. This right here? Was your last job." The ghoul said while aiming his gun at the cowboy. "My paycheck wasn't quite what you expected, but, well you know what they say. Us cowpokes.."

"Wait! The girl! I brought her for you! Thought you might be hungry." Honcho mumbled around the rope in his mouth. I was barely able to understand him, but it looked like the ghoul did.

He stopped and turned around to look at me again. I stared back at him in horror, still on my stomach in the mud. "Well, that's no way to treat a lady." He smiled threateningly before turning back to his target, shooting the rope holding up his coffin, and watched as it dragged Honcho into the ground. "Us cowpokes, we take it as it comes." He finished.

Without a word he picked up his bag, threw it over his shoulder, and walked right past me.

I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I knew that I didn't want to be left alone. "Wait!" I said before I even knew what I was doing.

He stopped in his tracks but didn't turn around to look at me.

"I'll die out here on my own," I whispered. "I could lead you to the bounty. There is information that the idiots didn't share with you. I could help."

At this, he turned to look at me and crouched in front of my kneeling body. "I know exactly where I am going darlin'." He responded. "I don't need your help."

"But I do!" I said as I gave him the best puppy dog eyes I could muster as I held up my still-bound wrists.

He scoffed before looking up at the sky. "No." He said before getting up and walking away.

#fallout #fallout tv series #cooper Howard #cooper Howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul fallout

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keepthedelta · 7 months ago

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Can I ask why you like Fernando? Is it the chaos?

you can't deny that the chaos is entertaining lol. some of it is that 2006 was the first year of f1 that i watched live, and fernando was both the reigning world champion and that year's champion, and it was through watching him that i really fell in love with the sport (i had watched some of the older seasons but there's something different about watching it live imo). i also met him that year and he was very nice to me so i can't deny that's a part of it. but mostly i find him fascinating.

fernando is such a contradiction. he is incredibly open about the fact that he is actually incredibly private. for as long as he's raced, he's been open about the fact that who he is on the track and in front of the camera, camp and evil and scheming etc., is not who he is in private. and everyone who's close to him, pedro de la rosa, carlos sainz (both of them), mark webber, they all say that outside of f1 fernando is completely different to the personality you see on track. he's quiet and a bit shy, nothing like the shakespearean villain he is for the cameras.

he keeps his two lives incredibly separate. his family rarely come to races (although that might be because he's superstitious and has said that they brought him bad luck) but he's incredibly close to them outside of work. for all the bridges he's burned and relationships he's damaged in his professional life, he's able to maintain good relationships in his personal life. some of his friends from when he was a child are still close friends with him now. he's on good terms with most of his exes, even his ex-wife (and he actually dates women his own age which is nice).

there's a clip of him from the last season of dts, where he says that in racing, in f1, there are good guys and bad guys, and he is on the dark side, and i think that's one of the things that makes fernando so interesting. he understands the genre. one of the fundamental facets of the theatre and acting in general is the suspension of belief. when you go to see a play or a musical or a film you accept the terms of that universe. in the theatre it's fine that people break into song to express themselves, even though it would be insane to do that in real life. you accept that those four people moving a puppet are a lion or a tiger or a dragon. that wicker basket that was a wardrobe? it's a carriage now, or a seat on a train. and you accept it because that's part of the genre.

fernando alonso is a piece of theatre and fernando is character, actor and director all at once. he understands that it is a performance, and that if you perform well enough, if you are engaging enough, funny enough, talented enough, you don't have to be the hero. you can be ruthless and cruel and manipulative, you can cheat and lie and then lie about cheating, but if you have the audience on side, you can get away with anything. everyone loves a good villain after all.

and i think that understanding is why fernando does what he does. he doesn't think anything of blackmailing and psychologically torturing his boss and then showing up at mclaren again less than a decade later because to him it's part of the show. and because he's as talented as he is people beg him to do just that.

he is a fiction and yet completely real. he lies all the time, but is so honest about the fact that he lies. there is no one else like him

#delta help desk #fernando alonso

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valevntine · 14 days ago

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spotting ai generated art:

hi everybody! following @metaphoricgibberish's post on how to recognise ai generated fanfics, here's how to spot ai generated drawings. there's been an enormous amount of those lately in the pedro fandom. they're mostly on instagram, but a few here on tumblr as well.

what i've been seeing a lot is ai generated "watercolour portraits". i acknowledge that for professional artists ai might be easy to recognise, but maybe for some it isn't. i'll gladly give you some examples and guide you. today's victim will be this picture of pedro:

now, for the purpose of this post, i had to ask chatgpt to create a few images. please avoid doing so if you can, every prompt put in chatgpt is like wasting a whole bottle of water, just in case you don't know.

here's what comes out when you ask "can you make a watercolour portrait out of this image?". anything you may see in this style is ai generated. let's try the same picture but with a different prompt, making it a pencil portrait:

again, anything you may see like this is ai. also, they're just weird. it looks like pedro but it's some uncanny version of him. i'm not saying my drawings look 100% like him all the time, but these are just oddly soulless, i don't know how else to explain it.

chatgpt is also able to create drawings out of nothing. i tried asking again:

now who is this. 😭 once more: it's pedro but it isn't? i simply typed in "make a pedro pascal pencil portrait", but i could ask anything. i could put in whatever i like and whatever my mind comes up with, which can easily turn dangerous if it goes into the wrong hands.

let's try with more. as an example i'm taking this image, which comes from an IG account that is now deleted after the author got called out - and that's the only reason i'm using it! do we think it's ai generated?

it is, 100%. first of all, like i said before, his features look off. another giveaway is the fact that the author of this claimed it to be an artwork done in coloured pencils. i can assure you that no coloured pencil works like that. so, even if someone is telling you what they used, how they used it, how long it took, etc. it doesn't give you the guarantee that it's not ai! in fact, it just makes it worse! you're a hypocrite! also, there's this consistent, almost cloudy pattern on the drawing that is *not* the texture of the paper, but it's ai that is trying to replicate it.

what are other easy ways to spot ai generated "drawings"? the thing is, ai usually gets confused. some lines look weird, some elements might not make sense. you just have to zoom in onto the image. i'll use one of the portraits from before + another image i found on the internet as examples:

pedro's ear looks weird. the lines around him on the background also are oddly drawn, there's no direction to them, they seem to be thrown there haphazardly. his shoulders also aren't drawn clearly, in a way only artificial intelligence does. the second picture is a promo poster taken from a comic fair. look for the details: the hand is just wrong, and the butterflies are all oddly shaped. hands and backgrounds are almost always something that ai will not process clearly, so look out for those.

if you have any doubts, there's this website that spots ai images and seems pretty reliable. i tried putting in one of the ai generated pictures i created and an actual drawing i did myself:

if you're ever in doubt that what you're seeing is ai or not, i guess you can try and put it there, or you can even ask me, i'll gladly help. i don't want to sound cocky or pretentious but hey, i did attend art school for 4 years and have been drawing by myself for much longer, so i guess spotting an actual drawing from one that isn't is the least i can do.

obviously chatgpt is not the only tool you can use, there's maaaaany of them. i tried looking around for others for the sole purpose of making you see them and understand how generative ai works, but some of those apps are behind a paywall - which honestly is absurd. you're *paying* to fool people, basically.

and that's what bothers me the most. beyond the environmental issues, the ethical issues and whatnot - the lying. you want to use ai? okay, fine, but you're not even able to admit it, because you perfectly know that what you're doing is wrong. what i've been seeing from people that use ai, especially in this fandom, is that they're trying everything to prove how they're not using it. more often than not, they're just shooting themselves in the foot. remember, showing process does not guarantee something is not ai, actually every time i see someone posting it, there's always something that gives them away. pasting an image onto a sketchbook does not guarantee it is not ai. an author showing themselves drawing does not guarantee it is not ai.

i think that the reason ai "art" is running so rampant in this fandom is because pedro is a great fan of fanarts - he reposts them continuously. of course everyone would like to get noticed - i'd die if it happened to me.

but to rely on them so blatantly, and even lie... how disgusting and disrespectful to all those who are actually putting in the work. it's hours upon hours of our time, years of practice on our backs. and to claim "this took me 12 hours!" when no, it took you seconds because you just tippy tapped your fingers on your keyboard and waited for whatever app you used to spit the image out - shut up, just shut up. you're just so afraid of trying and failing (when it's just what learning is), that you'd rather settle for this ugly excuse instead. i swear, there's nothing i despise more, and i'm so incredibly close to calling people out for it because it's getting ridiculous.

i expressed myself more here - there's also a few links on the ethical and environmental issues regarding ai, and how generative ai steals from artists.

thank you for taking your time to read this.

#ppcu fandom #pedro pascal fanart #pedro pascal #ai “artists” just know that real artists can easily spot you #you're not fooling anybody #fuck ai

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hugsandchaos · 1 year ago

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Danny in an Encanto crossover gives the impression of someone trying to befriend a stray feral cat and bring them inside to give the love and shelter, but the stray feral cat doesn’t trust them and keeps hissing every time they get too close.

Although, I’d love to see everyone being completely accepting of Danny. They don’t look at him with suspicion or hatred when they see him slip up, they’re amazed! He has powers just like the Madrigals? That’s super cool! And he has more than one? Not just phasing through solid objects, but also invisibility and sensing ghosts nearby? Even better!

I bet that Bruno would relate to him in a way. They were both looked down on for their powers, but in different ways. Bruno because he mostly predicted bad things with no control over it, and Danny because a lot of people, including his parents, really didn’t like “Phantom” because the sole reason that he was a ghost. Alma knew that it was Bruno who had the powers, Danny’s parents didn’t know he was the ghost they keep shooting at.

Also, Danny 100% defends Bruno from any villagers who blame him for having bad visions. Bruno’s lacked social interaction with other humans for ten whole years, but Danny’s up for fighting for him. His favorite line to use was “If I’m a child and I have to explain this to you, what does that say about you as an adult?”. He didn’t get in trouble for it.

Danny talks about space and teaches them about it! He’s more than happy to explain it all and answer their questions the best he can!

Danny eats Julieta’s food and is honestly freaked out because his ribs are suddenly not broken anymore. Take it a step further and say that he’s sleep deprived, and one of the side effects of having food that heals you is that it can make you really tired if you haven’t slept well for a while, so you can’t help but take a quick nap. So he just falls unconscious after a few bites and wakes up in the early morning not knowing what year it is.

It doesn’t get rid of his death mark, though, which confuses everyone. Speaking of his death mark, Danny doesn’t like to talk about it, but eventually explains that it’s a scar from being zapped. He doesn’t go into detail or talk about what exactly the incident did to him, though. He just mentions that he got zapped and has a scar from it.

Eventually, the Madrigals will come to the realization that he doesn’t just have ghost-like powers. He’s actually a ghost. Half ghost, at least.

Also, Danny swears he sees Pedro around the house, not just in the paintings, and the most often place is by Alma’s side. He’s even had conversations with him. To everyone else, it looks like he’s talking to thin air, but he seems so fixated on something that’s actually there and listens to nothing so much that they think he’s actually being serious. Once, during a conversation with Alma and she was telling him about Pedro, he looked at her very confused and said “What are you talking about? He’s standing right next to you”.

At first, she was upset, but he said it with way too much confusion and conviction that she starts to realize he’s serious. Every time someone says that he isn’t, Danny gestures to nothing and goes “Are you blind?! He’s right there!”. In his eyes, Pedro really is there, looking awkward because this kid sees him and is arguing with his family about it.

Honestly, Danny doing something by himself and then suddenly turning around and making immediate direct eye contact with Pedro would be really funny. Pedro is honestly freaked out because something seemed off with the kid from the beginning, and he just made eye contact with a ghost?

Oh, and you best believe that after being treated so nicely by everyone, Danny will start throwing hands the second another ghost tries to cause them trouble.

Make it even better by combining it with Good Vlad. The two just show up one day trying to find a place to live. Their dynamic confuses more than a few people because people usually treat their god father or technical uncle with love and respect. Danny’s constantly getting on his nerves for the fun of it, doing things including but not limited to taking his coffee. He also calls him a “fruit loop”, which apparently means someone insane. Vlad calls him “Little Badger”, and yes, he’s actually been bitten by Danny once because Vlad startled him when he grabbed him to pull him out of danger and Danny’s first instinct was to bite him.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #encanto #encanto x Danny phantom #danny phantom x Encanto #danny phantom crossover #Encanto crossover

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604to647 · 6 months ago

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Toot-toot, Beep-beep

As is my style, squeaking in last minute to take part in @jolapeno's brilliant idea to encourage people to toot their own work; while I still feel very shy about my writing, I can't help but be heartened by the lovely interactions and kind encouragement I've received this past year - so Imma gonna give it a go! Thank you for the tags @aurorawritestoescape @joelmillerisapunk @milla-frenchy @evolnoomym @sawymredfox

@iamasaddie @sanarsi @greenwitchfromthewoods it was wonderful to read your lists, revisit some old favourites and grow my tbr 🥰🥰😘

One-Shots

Emily never met a fic she couldn't turn into a series, but once in a while she tries to contain herself:

What Was I Made For (Frankenstein AU Tim Rockford; Tim is our titular "Creature" but there is nothing monstrous about him. I cried while writing this!!!! 😭😭)

Photocopies (S1/S2 Narcos Javier Pena; does it still count as a one-shot if it's a follow-up to a one-shot I wrote the year before? And if I plan on writing more "one-shots" for the same couple? Another angsty one for these two as they're kept apart by Javi's poor decisions and dumb [affectionate] self-sacrificing nature 😔)

Instalment of Series

I write mostly series, so here are a few chapters from last year that I'm proud of:

Ch. 19 The Betrayal from Safest with You (Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer Din Djarin; this is my first and longest running series - my baby 🥹. With this chapter I finally wrote that scene; you know the one you think up originally and end up building an entire story/series around?)

Hold On from The Rockford Portfolio (I will always think of this Tim Rockford fic fondly because it was born from such a fun, spontaneous coming together of the community after @mrsmando asked which Pboi is a Tiddy Guy, and together, we forever cemented Detective Rockford as a Boob Man).

Ch. 2 - White Chocolate Macadamia from Mi Galleta (Modern AU Pero Tovar; I spend a lot of time pouring over bike diagrams, biker images and biker Tiktoks for this chapter where we give our scary bouncer a sports bike. It was really hard work 🤭 Also, Protective!Pero 🥹)

Part 1 of Strawberry Shortcake (Frankie Morales goes to a strip club and falls in love with a cocktail waitress; this one came out of nowhere and was mainly vibes, but I love it. When I wrote it I knew I was leaving it on a cliffhanger, but had no idea where I was going to take it [Narrator: she took it to 22K words in total])

Smut

Having only started writing in 2023, this was an area of major insecurity for me! So, this year we practiced, practiced, practiced:

Ch. 16 The Match-up from Safest with You (Baby's first sex tape; Modern AU Din Djarin)

The Detective and the Agent (Baby's first threesome; Tim Rockford + Marcus Pike)

At First Light (Baby's first somno; Tim Rockford)

Paperwork (Baby's first cockwarming; Tim Rockford)

Challenges

I think Jo also said recently that writing can often be a lonely activity, solitary in nature. Whenever someone hosts a challenge or writing/fandom event, it goes such a long way towards alleviating this loneliness, pulling us out of our isolation - it's really so, so nice. People who host, you're gems 🥹

Agent Hephaestus (Pedro Pantheon hosted by beskarandblasters; an allegorical telling of Agent Marcus Pike as Hephaestus. The hardest thing I ever wrote! At one point, I printed this out and edited it old school style, literal pen on paper😂😂)

Dance for me (Mootboards and minifics hosted by @yopossum. Such a fun idea and remains the prettiest moodboard on my blog 😍 Happy to be able to give Detective Tim Rockford a silly detective case plot [my favourite fiction genre to read] and patting myself on the back for adding a few Strawberry Shortcake easter eggs as well 🤭)

Brandy by the Fireplace (Trope-off hosted by @auteurdelabre. The trope I chose was "Fish out of Water" so naturally, we had to go with Frankie Morales. Self proclaimed City girls and anxious girls [gn], I hope this one speaks to you. I've never disclosed this before, but this one is inspired by true events 😭😂).

The Might of the Realm (The Glandolorian challenge hosted by @beefrobeefcal. My first love, husband, Din Djarin in a canon compliant post-S3 story that fits into an AU that has been living in my mind rent free since that last season ended. Maybe I'll write more for them, because as stated before - Emily never met a one-shot she could leave alone 😂)

Hidden Gem

Dodge (Vigilante AU Javier Pena, aka what happens when Emily thinks of a way to write that Daredevil fic that's been rattling around in her brain since 2018. This is really unlike anything else I've written - I'm a big Marvel fan, but probably won't ever write MCU fic [I do read a fair bit though!] so I'm proud of the way I was able to weave story elements from two of my fave fandoms together. If you read it, a) um I love you and b) tell me if you're also a Daredevil fan and if you're getting those vibes 🥹🥹)

No tags because I'm so late but please do share and toot yourself if you're so inclined! Thank you all for visiting me this past year - your support has helped me so much, I can't even tell you; I would never be able to toot myself without your kindness. Love you lots! Here's for more to toot in 2025! 🥂🥂

Dividers by @saradika-graphics 😘

#jo: tootathon #tootathon2024 #my fave things #2024 round up #toot toot #beep beep #tim rockford #frankie morales #javier pena #Din Djarin #marcus pike #pero tovar #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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TikTok Trend

Beautiful decides to take part in a TikTok Trend with Joel. A New in Town drabble.

^We're borrowing Mr. Ben for a late-40s Joel, OK? I desperately need more gifs of Pedro's Joel from that era, I'm too reliant on other characters and actual Pedro gifs for these fics GIVE ME SOMETHING PLEASE

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from New in Town

Warnings: Not much! Age gap but not the focus of the fic (reader is 36, Joel is 48). No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 1.4k

A/N: I got stuck thinking earlier how Joel would react to the "call your boyfriend your husband" trend and this is how I think it'd go. This is set about 3 months before the last chapter of New in Town. This can be read as a stand alone fic with the understanding that reader is Sarah's best friend and Joel and Reader have an established relationship of about a year.

“So what’s this for again?” Joel asked as he sat down at the picnic table in the park.

“It’s a TikTok challenge,” you said, settling in beside him. Joel opened the paper bag the two of you had just gotten from a food truck and started taking out the tacos, putting some in front of you and him.

“Right,” he said. “And… I’m sorry, baby, but what’s the point?”

You laughed as you set your phone against your water bottle so it was propped up and ready to film.

“There isn’t really one, I guess,” you said. “It’s just a fun little video you make and then share. Those interns I have until May are all about it, they were showing me some of theirs the other day. Figure if I work in marketing, I gotta keep up with the trends!”

Joel smiled a little.

“So this is the kind of shit Sarah does, huh?”

“Yeah, she does,” you laughed again. “Her and the interns made one for the company social page the other day, actually.”

“Can I see?” He asked, interest suddenly piqued.

“Sure,” you picked your phone back up and found your company’s TikTok, scrolling to the video and handing it off to Joel.

“We work in marketing, of course we over analyze every ad we see,” Sarah said through your phone, a small smile on Joel’s face as he watched.

It made you smile, too. One of the fun parts about being in the strange middle ground between your boyfriend’s and best friend’s ages was serving as a bit of a translator between them. Joel still didn’t quite get TikTok. Sarah didn’t understand why her dad refused to go all in on streaming and still had cable. You, at least, could see both sides.

But this TikTok effort had nothing to do with Sarah. You did try to keep up with the trends on social media to better craft campaigns and content - capitalizing on trends meant that you had to move quick and you couldn’t afford to be out of touch - but your personal TikTok account was mostly empty. It was pretty private, anyway, shared with only a few close friends like Sarah and Maria. All it had were a few reposts of things you liked, some montages of video snippets from you and Joel’s first vacation together, that sort of thing.

“You should do some of the trends!” Jason, one of your interns, said earlier that day.

“Just being in the loop on trends is plenty for me,” you waved him off but smiled. “I don’t need to participate.”

“But it’s fun!” Kenzie, your other intern said. “They’re not all dances and stuff, you know…”

“I know,” you said. “But it’s just not what I want to spend a lot of time doing is all.”

“Some don’t take much time,” she said, opening her phone and scrolling for a second. “Here, this one’s easy. You said you have a boyfriend, right?”

“I do…”

“Cool,” she said. “So all you do is record yourself making a video where you call your boyfriend your husband, just to see how he reacts. No crazy edits or anything, it’s super easy.”

You caved after some light convincing and came up with a plan to get Joel in front of the camera. You told him it was a spicy food challenge, just to see which of you handled the heat better and, while you knew he wouldn’t really get the point, you knew he’d be supportive. He always was.

But there was something about this trend in particular that made you a little nervous. It’s not like the two of you hadn’t discussed marriage. You’d been together a year now, you’d just moved into his house. It had definitely come up. But it had come up in the way that far off things do, something that might happen some day if things fell into place in just the right way. You didn’t want to push it, didn’t want him to feel rushed or obligated, especially since you’d only been cohabitating about a month. Bringing up marriage - even like this - made you nervous.

“OK I think I get it,” Joel handed you your phone back after watching Sarah’s video twice. “But we’re not doin’ that same thing, right?”

“Nope,” you said. “We’re going to see who handles the spice better.”

“Think we both know which one of us is gonna win that one, Beautiful,” he teased, nuzzling his nose against your temple before kissing your cheek. “Us southern men are made of sterner stuff…”

“Yeah yeah,” you rolled your eyes but smiled, leaning close to him. “We’ll just see about that.”

You set your phone up to record again, propping it against your water bottle.

“Here, you gotta get in close because the TikTok format is vertical,” you said and Joel adjusted so you were half beside and half in front of him, his arm going around your waist, hand finding your hip, thumb slipping up below your shirt to find your bare flesh above the band of your pants and brushing you slowly, sensually there. You gave him a look.

“What?” He asked, brows raised, smile barely contained.

“Don’t act all innocent,” you shook your head. “You know exactly what you’re doing…”

“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s make your little TikTik video…”

“TikTok,” you rolled your eyes but adjusted yourself, your heart pounding.

“Whatever the kids are using now,” he said. “Because the sooner we’re done the sooner I can get you home…”

“Alright, I’m going to record,” you cut him off. “Behave yourself!”

“Always do, Beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes again but took a deep breath, leaned forward and pressed record.

“Hi everyone,” you smiled, watching the recording of you and Joel as it was made on the screen. “I’m here with my husband and we’re going to do the spicy food challenge…”

“Your what?” He cut you off and you turned so you could see him a little better.

“What?”

“Did…” he paused, looking at you like he wasn’t sure if you were losing it or he was. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad. “Did you just call me your husband?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, turning back to the camera. “Anyway, my husband and I both really love spicy food and…”

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence. Joel grabbed your chin almost roughly, pulling you around to face him and all but crushed his lips against yours, clutching you close, kissing you deep and hard, like he couldn’t get enough of you. When he finally let you go, you looked at him and laughed a little, watching him.

“What was that for?” You asked.

“You wanna call me your husband?” He asked, a serious look on his face. “Beautiful, we will go to the courthouse right this damn second, don’t tempt me…”

“Joel, it’s 7 p.m.,” you laughed. “The courthouse is closed.”

“Don’t care,” he said, giving you a quicker kiss this time. “C’mon, we’ll grab Sarah on the way, see if Tommy wants to meet us…”

“That’s all it takes, hm?” You teased, heart pounding but for a good reason now. “Just me slipping up and calling you my husband and you’re ready to run down the aisle?”

“Baby, I’ve been ready to run down the aisle for about a year,” he pressed his forehead to yours. “Just been waitin’ on you to catch up.”

“Well,” you kissed him softly. “I’m more than caught up. But think I’m still gonna make you ask.”

“Good luck stopping me,” he said, kissing you again, longer this time, needier, until you pulled away with a groan. “Forget this food challenge, I gotta get you home and devour you. Let’s go, wife.”

You laughed and stopped the recording on your phone, saving the video to drafts as Joel gathered up the food. You made the mental note to edit out that last part before posting, no need for the interns or Sarah to know quite that much about your sex life.

“Sorry for ruining your little video,” he said as you started back toward the car. “We can try again later, promise to actually behave myself then…”

“That’s alright,” you smiled, lacing your fingers with his. “I already got everything I need.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #new in town

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congratufuckyoulations · 9 days ago

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Yk where to find me. And I know where to look, Pt.8

!!!ZOU & WHOLE CAKE ISLAND SPOILERS!!!

Word count- 10.3k

Masterlist Pt.7

Silly TV girl reference for the title. I think it's a very Luffy and Sanji crying face emoji. I just didn't know what to put as the title.

A/N- For this chapter, I skipped over that filler at the end of Zou. But this is mostly just like getting information for this season. Like arriving at Whole Cake and all. Also, A LIL INTERACTION WITH YONJI AND REIJU THIS PART. Nothing crazy, tho, as always, sorry. Also, just seeing how locked in Luffy and Sanji are got me hypeddd. Bros before hoes, or rather, the bro is the hoe? Let's talk about that

Straw Hat reader. Strawhats x reader, Luffy x reader included in this one mentions of sanji tho 😏

Warning- Fluff, SLOWPACED

!!!Sorry for any grammar errors!!!

“I decided to tag along! Garchu” Carrots smiles

She threw herself onto Luffy, taking a bite of his ear. As your captain shouts in pain, you smirk, seeing his struggle.

Carrot, quickly let's go, turning to face you next. Tensing up, you open your mouth.

“Hold on! Carrot!” You yelp

Your arms held out before you, trying to keep the girl away as she pushed back, easily wrapping her arms around you.

Letting out a whine as she nibbled on your cheek. She then releases you and does the same to the rest of the crew.

“Do you always gotta bite us?” You mutter. Releasing a groan as you rub your cheek

“I’m sorry, but we must take you-gara back.” Pedro, the jaguar, mink says

He pulls Carrot away from the crew. Scolding the girl for sneaking on board. Mentioning how dangerous it will be sneaking into the emperor's kingdom.

Carrot pleads over and over to stay. Showing us the bag she packed full of supplies

“I brought lunch! Juice! A snack! And a shirt! ” Carrot list pulling out items from her bag

“Uh, Carrot. We will be sailing for more than just a day.” You comment. Observing her supplies, that wouldn’t last long.

“Yeah, it will take about a week to get there.” Nami chimes in

“WHAT? You-teia means it’ll take us several days to reach the island? How can the ocean be so enormous?” Carrot shouts, running over to the railing

“The ocean is wonderful!” She gleams, looking out onto the open waters

“It’s not as wonderful as you say,” Pekoms grumbles from the floor.

“Well, you're on board now, so we’ll have to make do!” Luffy smiles

Helping himself to a snack in Carrot’s bag. Taking a bite out of the snack, he continues talking casually. You frown at your captain stealing food.

“Can you fend for yourself?” Luffy questions

As Carrot turns to answer, she's quickly on top of your captain. Pinning him to the floor, attacking him for eating her food.

“Well, that answers it.” You say,

Watching your captain get bitten on his chest by the girl. Luffy grunts as the girl chews on him. Wincing, turning away from the painful sight in front of you.

It was rare that somebody was able to pin Luffy down. Carrot's natural strength was astonishing in itself. Let alone being strong enough to catch your captain off guard.

“You should pet her head! Quickly!” Nami instructs.

As Luffy does what he’s told for once. Carrot lets your captain go, distracted by the attention on the top of her head.

“We won’t need to worry about her then.” You grin. Seeing your captain frozen on the floor from shock.

“Yeah, she’s got a death grip! Man, you're tough!” Luffy croaks.

Still recovering on the floor. Carrot was sitting not too far from him.

“You can take it! It’s fine!” She smiles, now offering the carrot up.

“She almost took out Luffy!” Chopper utters in shock

The younger crewmate side steps. Hiding behind your legs as he peeks out, watching over the girl

“Don’t worry, Chopper. She’s on our side, just don’t go eating her food like Luffy.” You smile

“You're right, Y/N! I’m not an idiot like Luffy!” He smiles

��No, you’re not!” You gush, leaning down to squish his face quickly. Smiling at your adorable crewmate

“And I thought I was a bad influence,” Nami speaks up, interrupting the two of you.

“I’m a wonderful influence.” You smile at the navigator

As the two of you laugh, Luffy’s voice causes you both to pause

“Somebody! Go make us some grub!” He orders lazily

Not letting the order fall on anybody specifically, just hoping somebody will get up and do it. And from beside you, Nami takes a step forward.

“Can you keep an eye on the water for me?” she questions

Placing a hand on her shoulder, you stepped forward, interrupting.

“I’ll go ahead and cook the food from now on.” You chime.

Luffy shoots up from lying on his back and sitting up on his knees, slamming both his hands on the deck. Nodding his head aggressively, tongue hanging out.

Clearing, liking the suggestion, as you could see the drool forming in his mouth

“You sure?” Nami questions, turning to face you

“Yeah, I don't mind.” You answer, sending the woman a firm nod

“I’m cool with that!” Luffy adds, still nodding his head

“I can tell.” You reply, smiling at your captain, excited about your cooking.

“Well, that’s settled. I’ll start cooking, just keep leading the way.” You say to Nami.

Heading toward the kitchen. Rolling up your sleeves as you near closer

“Can I help Y/N?” Chopper exclaims, following you up the stairs to the kitchen

“Sure, Chopper!” You smile, pushing the door open. Using your body to hold the door, allowing the smaller crewmate to walk through.

Both moving toward the kitchen, you swing a cabinet open, pulling out a large pot. Flipping it upside down on the floor by the counter.

“There, now you have a stool. Just don’t tell Sanji, we’ll scrub it extra good,” You say,

While standing from your crouched position. You softly pat the top of Chopper's hat, reassuring him it was fine.

“I won’t tell!” Chopper giggles, pulling himself on top of the pot. Allowing him to see onto the counter now

A full week has almost passed now. The crew did well the first couple of days, but as you were all on the fifth day. Things came crashing down.

Meaning you took your eyes off of Luffy, who got into the pantry. Eating it clean.

You and the crew have been starving for about a day already. Going on the second day

“I hope we are almost there,” You groan tiredly, lying on the grass of the deck.

The lack of food was taking a toll on you already. Your limbs sprawled out on the deck.

Your long-sleeve shirt was thrown off to the side. Not being able to take the heat as you lie in your undershirt.

No food, and the heat sure made a horrible combination. It almost made you feel nauseous.

“It’s so hot I might melt, before I starve. I want Sanji back on my ship…I just need some ice cream,” Luffy pants lowly.

Your eyes drag slowly from the sky to the side, seeing the four guys on the boat. Sitting on the railing, fishing for some food.

“I wish I could take off my fur,” Chopper says with his head down.

“I know the feeling, minks have a low tolerance for heat,” Pedro replies

“I think I’m gonna turn into a mummy in this heat. Hold on a second. Nami, Y/N, if I become a mummy, then would you let me see your panties?” Brook questions

“It’s too hot for that right now.” You murmur

Throwing your hand over your eyes, trying to block the sun from your closed eyes.

“I wish I had the strength to slap you,” Nami replies softly.

“I’m hungry, your cooking was amazing, Y/N. Now it’s so hot and I’m tired.” Carrot voice whines

“Thanks, carrot.” You murmur tiredly

As the sun beams down onto you. Your crewmates talk lazily, trying to encourage each other to keep going.

“You got this, guys,” you say lowly. Slightly raising a fist into the air for support.

“We’re giving it our best, but uh… It’s actually so hot that the water is boiling,” Chopper replies.

“What?!” Nami gasped from her spot under the tree on the deck

“That can’t be right,” you grunt, rolling onto your stomach.

Slowly dragging yourself toward the railing. You lift yourself to your feet. Leaning against the railing lazily.

“The water is green. Should we even be fishing here?” You point out

That’s when Luffy gets a tug on his line.

“Pull quick, Luffy!” Pedro instructs

Seeing your captain fighting against the fishing rod. And turning the reel as fast as he can. Your captain grunts as he leans back.

“It’s huge!” You exclaim, suddenly feeling a rush of energy at the thought of food.

The Sunny tilts due to the weight of the fish alone. As Luffy reels in more, the fish comes flying out of the water. It looked way bigger out of the water.

“You did it!” You cheer, throwing your hands in the air

“Finally!” Chopper exclaims

“That should be quite the feast,” Brook inputs.

As the fish lands with a big thud on the deck. We all take a step closer.

“This fish seems off.” Nami comments

“Yeah. That color is a bad sign.” Chopper replies

“If it’s a fish, then it’s food. You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Luffy exclaims

“I don’t know, it looks poisonous.” You point out, staring at the purple fish

“Just wait one second, we can look it up before we cook it!” Chopper mentions

“Good thinking, Chopper!” You smile

Following the boy into the men’s quarters. Pushing through the door, you and Chopper make your way to the locker labeled with Sanji's name.

“Sorry, Sanji.” You mutter

“Yeah, sorry for snooping, we have to go do this real quick!” Chopper says

As your hand pulls the metal door open, books come falling out. Surrounding your feet as they pile up.

“Seriously, Sanji,” you grunt, seeing plenty of adult magazines falling out.

“How many of these do you even need?” Chopper questions disturbed by the magazines.

“Not this many. For Sanji, though, this might not even be enough.” you reply, shaking your head. Smiling at your little joke

Leaning down to dig through the cook's books. Pulling out more magazines and placing them to the side.

Chopper beside you throws them over his shoulder carelessly as he digs through the books as well.

“Got it!” Chopper grins, pulling back.

Pulling out a small book. He flips through the pages, and the purple fish catches your eye.

“Right there!” You point to the page

“So the skin is poison, but not the inside. He even has a whole recipe for it!” Chopper points out

“Perfect! Go warn the crew about the skin! Then we can prepare it for cooking.” You smile

Your mind lit up at the thought of finally being able to have some sort of food. Though you would have to spend time cooking it, too. Which made you grunt to yourself, shoulders dropping.

As Chopper ran out the doors. Turning back to the locker, picking the magazines up off the floor, quickly shoving them into the boy's locker once more.

Turning to the door leading to the deck. Walking closer, you hear the doctor screaming.

“LUFFY!” Chopper shrieks

Causing you to pick up the pace. Slamming the door open as you see a piece of skin ripped off from the fish. Your eyes fall onto the obvious culprit.

“The skin is poisonous, Luffy!” You scold

“ I ate a bunch.” He replies

“I CAN SEE YOUR FACE IS STUFFED!” You shout.

Poking a finger at his puffy cheek. The boy's body stretched round from all the food he stuffed himself with. Cursing the boy under your breath, as you take in his state.

The captain only smiles innocently as you poke him.

“What about everyone else?” Chopper questions

“Nope, haven’t touched it. Thankfully,” Nami answers, shaking her head.

“Good for them, but what about Luffy?” Brook points out

“That’s good. Luffy mentioned a while back that he built a decent tolerance against poison back in Impel Down. So maybe we have some time before we freak out,” you comment, drawing your crew's attention.

“You're right! We have more time to get him some help!” Chopper says his face is filled with determination

Some time had passed, and Luffy’s condition grew worse. The boy now on the floor with the crew sitting around him, eating. His eyes hung low, with sweat dripping from him.

And now you and the crew were slightly freaking out.

You sit by his head, plate resting on your propped-up knees. Scraping the fish you and Nami cooked into your mouth. Chewing the food as you speak up

“He’s getting worse. Nothing is helping,” You murmur, eyes locked on the boy.

“I know even the medicine we made isn’t working,” Chopper whines through his full mouth.

The doctor referring to the medicine he made with herbs that you grew not too long ago. Trying to delay the effects of the poison.

Pekoms places his food down before standing, ripping his bandages off.

“Unfortunately, for your Captain, we’re not gonna be able to stop for medicine any time soon. We’re about to enter Mama’s territory.” Pekoms says, walking over

“First, we’ll run into smaller islands with a defense network surrounding Whole Cake Island. Black Leg has probably made it already. No matter what, don’t lower your guard.” The lion explains

Letting out a grunt, you place your clean plate down on the grass. A heavy fog fills the air, a change in environment proving Pekoms' statement.

As Pedro leaps up toward the crow's nest to keep a lookout. Pekoms and Nami talk about the next island up ahead and finding an antidote there.

Feeling a sudden drop in temperature. You see a small fluffy cloud falling from the sky.

“What’s this?” You question, standing up.

Holding your palm out, catching one on your hand

“Pretty!” Carrot gleams, watching the particles fall all around.

“I think those are sugar clouds?” Nami says, unsure, looking over to Pekoms

“Yep. We call this a cotton candy flurry.” Pekom answers, staring up at the sky

“Cotton candy!” Chopper gushes, running around

Smiling, you catch the boy. Grabbing under his arms as you lift him into the air. His happy giggles fill the air as he sticks his tongue out. Trying to catch one on his tongue.

*Budah Budah Budah Budah Budah......Budah Budah Budah*

The ship's snail begins ringing, causing everybody to quiet down. Dropping your arms, you place Chopper back down onto the ground.

Letting the doctor get taken away by his sugar rush. The boy was running in circles on the deck, trying to catch more.

“We’re getting a call?” Brook questions

“Not exactly. What you’re hearing is a warning signal that we’ve entered Mama’s territory. And her troops are gonna know about it.” Pekoms explains

“Smart woman.” You grumble, glancing around the fog surrounding the ship, trying to keep alert.

“Mmm-hmm, this is how it all starts,” Nami utters

“I see something, Pekoms! It's a ship! They're heading right for us!” Pedro calls from the crow's nest

“What? How did they get here so fast!” Pekoms grunts, running over to the railing beside Nami. Both were leaning over to see the approaching boat.

Following, you lean over the railing as Pekoms explains who is coming.

“It’s called a Tarte. They’re one of Mama’s scout ships.” He says

“Great,” Nami mutters

“We gotta hide.” You hiss, pulling away from the railing.

Turning to face your captain still lying on the floor. His skin was pale, looking worse than just a few seconds ago.

Chopper was quick to lift Luffy off the floor, carrying him over to the aquarium room. Nami following behind

“Pekoms, make sure to ask for some type of antidote!” You instruct facing the mink

“I got it. Just go hide!” Pekoms order.

Turning around, you rush by Brook, holding the door open for you. He closes the door almost completely shut. Leaving a crack for us to look through.

“Aw crap! That’s not one of Mama’s ships!” Pekoms announces from outside

The group lets out a gasp. Huddling by Nami as you, Carrot, and Brook try to peer out the small gap in the door.

Examining the large snail in the water. A tower was built on top of its back. The fog was making it hard to see completely.

“Is that a transponder snail?” Nami questions

“I didn’t think they got that big.” You mutter

“It’s huge!” Carrot agrees, nodding.

“I wonder what that number could mean. 66?” Brooks says

“What? It says that?” You hiss, trying to get a better view of the ship.

“Yeah, on the flag.” The man points out

“Pekoms mentioned that number in Zou. Germa 66, their assassins, and Sanji’s family.” You inform him.

Yanking the door open as a voice announces the ship's presence. Questioning why the Sunny was here in Big Mom's territory

“I forgot Luffy is basically famous now,” You grunt, standing out on the deck.

The crew follows behind as they take in the sight of the odd ship. The snail approaches closer and closer, causing waves to splash up between the two ships.

“We’re about to hit their ship! Furl the sails, hurry!” Nami orders

Quickly growing a vine, boosting yourself up. Landing beside Carrot on the sails, the two of you pull them up quickly.

Tying them in place, as you leap back down to the deck. The ship leans harshly to the side, barely avoiding hitting the giant snail.

As the Sunny tilts back to normal, you glance up at the snail, seeing a figure looking down at you from the railing.

Behind him, their sails began to rise as well, suggesting they were stopping.

“Sanji! Sanji!” Chopper exclaims, jumping down to the deck, crying.

Running toward the rails, arms stretched out to the man. You yelp, scooping the boy in your arms. Covering his mouth

“I don't think that’s Sanji! He wouldn’t wear a full green outfit, Chopper.” You explain, removing your hand from his mouth quickly

Pointing toward the green outfit on the unknown man. A green four on a black cape wrapped around his shoulders.

As you hold Chopper in your arms, glancing at the unknown man.

The man’s gloved hands grab the railing, leaning over it. Even with the hood covering his face, you could see the hearts practically popping out from his eyes.

Mouth open, tongue hanging out. Looking directly at you

“Hot! So hot!” The guy exclaims

“That’s gotta be Sanji!” Chopper argues, pointing a hoof at him

You groan, letting out a defeated sigh. The crew wasn’t believing a word you said. And the guy's actions alone were making this a whole lot worse.

“And that curly eyebrow, that must be him!” Brook points out

“I see that, but I don't know. This can’t be him.” You say, observing the guy calming himself down on the other ship.

His hands were still gripping the rails firmly. Peering down at the group, standing motionless like before.

“Who else would have eyebrows like that?” Nami replies, turning away from you to wave at the man

“Sanji! I can’t believe we found you!” She exclaims

“And I can’t believe we found Sanji so quickly!” Brook adds

“Quite the coincidence,” Pedro murmurs

“Hey, Sanji. Luffy ate some poisonous fish, and he's dying. Do you have an antidote on that ship, maybe? It’s urgent,” Chopper calls out, kneeling next to Luffy.

A moment passes, and the figure stays silent.

“See. If it were Sanji, he would’ve helped already.” You point out

“Stop calling me that! You got the wrong guy.” The man shouts.

His voice alone proved you were right. The voice was completely different from Sanji’s.

It did have the same raspiness, though it was slightly higher than the cooks. His hand lifts, removing the hood.

The guy’s hair matched his outfit perfectly. Both are a bright shade of green. His hair swooped back, curving up at the end. He had some sort of headphones over his ears. Glasses on top of his head as well.

“Well, I guess we might look alike. But my name is Yonji.” He finishes

“Yonji!” The crew repeats his name, shocked. Taking in his whole existence. The suit he wore seemed interesting, let alone the colors.

“Yonji?” You hummed, it did sound close to the cooks.

“He has to be related to Sanji,” You comment, turning to face Nami.

“My relationship with your associate, Sanji, is a highly classified matter. It’s a secret I'll take to the grave with me.” Yonji announces

“That's his younger brother, for sure.” The crew murmurs to each other

“I wonder who else is in his family.” Nami questions, looking over to you

“I don't get it. How do you know they're related?” Carrot pipes up

“Well, San is three, and Yon is four,” Brook explained to the girl.

Turning back to Sanji’s brother, you see him looking between you and Nami.

Visible steam burst from his nose. As hearts take over his eyes

“Cuties! Cuties! Two Cuties!” He exclaims, twirling around much like Sanji.

Smirking at the guy's actions. Reminding you entirely of his brother, they were identical, but very different in looks alone. A guy in white approaches the man, telling him something. Leading him to walk away from the edge

“Hey! Come back! Sanji!” Chopper shouts

“I’M YONJI!” The green-haired man yells, turning back

Luffy's coughs cause you to turn back to the deck. Seeing purple patches begin to form all around his body.

His chest rose slowly. Steam was rising from his open mouth,

“Luffy!” You gasp

Running over as you lift his head into your lap. Pushing the hair from his face, covered in sweat. His body was burning up. Nami runs over as well, kneeling beside him. Grabbing hold of his hand

“It’s just some poison from a stupid fish, right? Fight back!” Nami scolds the boy

“You can’t give up, Luffy!” You plead, hoping for the best

Brook and Chopper can be heard shouting to Yonji. The two plead for any form of help.

“Can you do it for Sanji at least? Don’t let your brother's captain die!” Brook exclaims, waving his hands, trying to catch the guy's attention.

Looking up at Yonji, you see him facing the crew once more. Pulling his glasses down to cover his eyes.

“Sorry, guys. I’m not into the whole saving lives thing. But if you want that medicine so bad, why don’t you take it from us? You guys are pirates, aren’t you?” Yonji taunts with a wide grin

His words cause you to move Luffy's head from your lap. Rising to your feet, allowing your sword to form in your hand.

Yonji notices as he lets out a laugh.

“You're gonna fight me? I like a challenge with my woman!” Yonji smiles

A scowl forms on your face as you get ready to dash onto the higher ship.

“Enough! We are here for your brother, not you!” You call out. Turning to face the navigator,

“I’ll go get the antidote.” You inform her

“Careful! He only has Sanji’s bad parts and none of the good ones! He’s a playboy jerk!” Nami complains, anger filling her voice

“I’ll help you, Y/N,” Pedro says, jumping down from the crow's nest. Landing beside you, drawing his sword.

Suddenly, another figure appears beside Yonji. Landing a kick straight to his head.

Which he blocks with his arm, but the force is still enough to send him flying into the ocean.

As he crashes into the water, waves form, causing the Sunny to rock from the impact. Your eyes widen at the scene.

“What’s going on?” You question

The crew surrounds Luffy as he groans. But your eyes stay locked on the other ship, seeing a figure leap into the air.

Disappearing for a while through the fog, before landing on the deck with us.

Carrot turns quickly to face the person. Your eyes examine the figure's outfit quickly.

Following the woman's curves, her outfit was the same idea as Yonji's. Just more revealing, not that you were complaining.

The suit was a hot pink. The woman's short hair matched her outfit well. Her curly eyebrow on display, her hair side-parted just like Sanji's.

“Who are you-teia? An enemy?” Carrot questions. Fist in the air, ready to strike at given notice

Walking up from behind the girl, you grab her arm. Guiding the mink to lower her fist

“I think she’s Sanji’s sister.” You say softly

“You would be correct. Do forgive him. He’s rather heartless. A creep, too. But never mind my little brother. I’ll set this straight.” The lady's smooth voice pours out

With her words, you nod without a second thought. Listening to whatever the woman was telling you

“She’s lovely!” Brook exclaims

Yonji burst through the surface of the ocean. Water splashes as he floats a couple of feet above the ocean. Shouting down at his sister about humiliating him

“Reiju!” Yonji shouts

“I wonder how he’s floating,” Brook questions.

“Maybe a devil fruit?” Chopper suggest

“It can’t be he fell into the ocean and got out just fine. And it's nothing like that sky walking technique Sanji and CP-9 use.” Nami points out

“It’s those shoes they are wearing.” You explain, pointing toward the shoes on the sibling's feet.

“See? Whatever they are, they are pretty cool.” You say, examining the shoe from afar

“Indeed. It’s technology! They’re powerful, don’t get me wrong, but the strength of Germa 66 is the strength of science. You might call them a scientific fighting squad. That’s why Mama’s interested.” Pekom clarifies

“Does that mean I can fly with the super shoes too? So cool!” Chopper gushes, dancing side to side. Nami lifts him, stopping him from moving around so much.

“Sanji’s family is amazing. Why didn’t he tell us?” Nami mutters to the crew

“There has to be more to it.” You reply

“If I recall Vinsmoke was the name of the Royal Family. Many years ago, they conquered the North Blue, I believe, and they did so with an overwhelming show of military might.” Brooks speaks up

“They’re royalty. Like Vivi and the Neptune family?” Chopper questions

“Yup. An assassin family would be a good reason not to bring them up.” You utter to Nami, who nods in agreement

“So they’re actually famous,” Nami joins in.

“Yeah. They are even used as villains in a comic strip.” Pekoms adds

“I’m impressed, you’re a regular historian.” Reiju interrupts

“You see, it is not just a story, for we are royalty. Germa is a nation without soil. We own no territory, but we are still allowed to attend the reverie all the same.” She continues

“I see. Then I beg your pardon, may I see your royal panties, most honored lady?” Brook questions, getting down on his knees in front of the woman

Nami and you were quick to rush to the man. Landing a kick right in his bony ribs, as the navigator lands a punch on the back of his skull

“Stop it!” Nami scolds as you cross your arms, shaking your head in disgust

Reiju walks over to Luffy’s sprawled-out body. Nami sits on the grassy deck as we wait for the woman's guidance.

“Now, if you don't mind, I’ll be taking that from him.” She says

“Take what exactly?” Nami questions

“Yeah? I’m lost here.” You grunt, looking at the woman

“I’m going to guess he ate the skin of an armored stone fish from the Boiling Sea,” Reiju says

“Yeah. How did you know?” Chopper asks

“This poison has very particular effects. Not even a giant could survive this.” She smiles.

Causing Chopper to begin sobbing, hearing that news

“But this is good. You're lucky, it’s my favorite. This poison is the best.” She continues, sitting on her knees, pulling Luffy's head into her lap, leaning down.

“You’re not seriously gonna-” You say before stopping mid-sentence. Watching Sanji’s sister lean down and connect her lips with Luffy.

Face flushing at the sight, forgetting how to move suddenly. You couldn’t pull your eyes away at first. You couldn’t even tell how you were feeling.

Stomach twisting and turning in ways you didn't know it could. Hearing your crewmates shocked reactions, you turn your head to the side. Feeling slightly awkward at the interaction

After a moment passes, you turn back, seeing the purple color traveling up your captain's body. Leading to his mouth, as it transfers over the woman's face.

Reiju pulls away, opening her mouth, letting out a breath. Steam falling out

“WHAT?!” You shriek alongside your crewmates

Crouching down next to Luffy, your hands find his toroso. Chopper and you examine the boy.

“There's no sign of the rash,” You say, looking up at the group.

“You sucked it all out! Are you okay?” Chopper says, looking at the woman

“Never felt better. Because I’m Poison Pink,” She replies, walking away from the group.

Watching her walk along the deck. Luffy began to cough, making you snap back to the boy.

Throwing yourself on top of the boy, you wrap your arms around his neck. Hearing Chopper crying as he held onto the boy as well

“You’re okay!” You smile into his neck, pulling away

“Whoa? What happened?” He questions, sitting up, scratching his head.

“LUFFY!” The crew shouts surrounding the captain. Carrot rushes over and hugs the boy, along with Chopper.

“Wait. Did I fall asleep while I was eating that giant fish? The skin part is really good. Is there any left?” Luffy asks, smiling at you

“You almost died!” You hiss, pinching his ear as he yelps, pleading to let him go. Which you obey since he almost died

“YOU GAVE US A LOT OF TROUBLE!” Nami yells, tears in her eyes.

“Did I really?” Luffy questions, looking around at everybody. You nod, confirming the navigator's words.

“Huh. Sanji!” Your Captain pipes up when his eyes find Reiju

“That’s his sister Reiju, Luffy! She saved you just now.” You wince at the captain's innocent brain. Sometimes too innocent for his own good

“I see! Cool! I never knew Sanji had a big sister!” Luffy grins at the woman

“Yes. That's right. Sanji is a Vinsmoke like us. He was separated from us when he was young. Our father has been searching for him for a while.” She explains

“Was he the reason Sanji’s poster was changed to alive only?” You question the taller woman

“That was our fathers doing, yes.” She confirms

“That’s why! We were wondering what that was all about, but we couldn't figure it out.” Nami pipes up

“Okay, so where is Sanji right now?” Luffy says. His voice dropping as he gets serious suddenly.

“I don't know. He could be with Big Mom, or he could be with our father. We thought we might catch him on the way, but we were too late.” Reiju trails off before continuing

“Well, we’ll see him at the tea party, and that’s the important part. It won’t be long, and I even get to meet you. You took great care of Sanji. For that I’m grateful.” She thanks, staring at the crew for a moment.

Letting her words sink in, before heading toward the railing of the deck.

“Sanji’s sister!” Luffy calls out, standing up from the floor

“Thanks for saving my life. For real! But still. We’re taking Sanji back. He’s my crewmate. My friend!” He continues, the woman turns around and faces us

The two hold eye contact. It felt like it could go on forever as your captain speaks up once more.

“I’m not giving up on him.”

With that, the younger of the two siblings interrupts the tension.

“Hey, you! You’re Pekoms from the Big Mom pirates, right? So what the hell are you doing with the straw hats?” Yonji calls out

His words make you tense. You had completely forgotten about Big Mom being so widely known, of course, her crew would be too.

Glancing toward the mink, hoping he had some kind of excuse prepared

“I have my reasons, and that’s all I’m gonna say. I have no obligation to explain it to you! Growr! Things might be different after this wedding ceremony, but right now you're just some random guy.” Pekoms answers

“I can’t argue with that,” Reiju says, boosting herself off the deck. Onto the railing of their ship.

Landing next to her brother, seeing the two side by side made you wonder what Sanji looked like next to them.

“For the time being, at least. I’ll pretend this meeting never happened.” She announces

“Good call. Our mistake for butting in, if you ask me. We don’t want to cause any trouble and put the wedding in jeopardy.” Yonji agrees, crossing his arms

“I’d recommend you tread lightly as well.” He ends, moving off the railing

“Good luck, we’ll be seeing you.” The older woman smiles at us

Watching in silence as their ship disappears, you turn back to the crew.

“That was interesting,” You grumble. The tension in the air cleared quickly as they left.

“Yup. Let’s get moving as well.” Nami instructs. As we move around the ship, swiftly dropping the sails. Getting ready to move

Chopper and Luffy sit on the deck doing one last check-up.

The doctor gives the captain the all clear to go. Luffy quick to his feet. Making his way over to you

“Man, that poison has me hungry! You think I should catch some fish again?” Luffy grins at you. Beginning to walk toward the barrel where the fishing rods were stored

“Don’t even think about it.” You reply, hand grabbing the back of his shirt. Holding him from moving, as Pekoms begins to talk

“We've got an island coming up soon that will take care of you.” He says

“You mean one in Big Mom’s territory?” Nami ask

The lion mink confirms her questions. Explaining that Whole Cake Island is in the center of 34 smaller islands surrounding it.

With every island containing a minister who runs it. The islands are all together being called Totto Land.

“Thirty four islands, man, these emperors are no joke.” You grunt at his words

“Sure is a lot for us to deal with,” Nami murmurs.

“We’ll run into some trouble soon, so I would start cooking up a disguise,” Pekoms warns us as the transponder snail begins to ring once more.

“ANOTHER SHIP IS COMING OUR WAY!” Carrot shouts from the crow's nest. Pekoms goes toward the railing again.

“Great. That's definitely a TARTE. One of Mama’s scout ships. Go hide in the cabin for now.” Pekoms orders

“What for?” Luffy questions

“If they find you it will be a big pain in my ass.” He answers the boy

“It’s not safe, won’t they recognize our ship?” You say

“As long as Germa didn’t alert them. I’ll be fine. Now go.” He replies

Following your crewmates once more, you all huddle into the room. Some time passes as Pekoms steers the ship to land. Anchoring near shore, passing by the cabin door, and mentioning he would be back.

As he hops down the Sunny, Luffy cracks the door open.

“Careful, Luffy!” You whisper as he sneaks along the deck

“Come on, let’s go see!” He grins, encouraging the group to follow.

Leading us to the front deck. We all climb onto the Sunny’s head, hiding behind the mane of the figurehead. You could see the lion talking to some smaller men, who looked like chess pieces made from candy.

“It looks like it’s going well.” You point out

“Yeah, I think he worked it out.” Pedro agrees

Carrots giggles, jumping toward the head of the Sunny. Getting yanked down quickly by the jaguar mink beside her.

You shake your head at the girl's energy, looking back at Pekoms, still in conversation.

“I wanna see,” you hear Carrot whine.

“Wait. Where are Luffy and Chopper?” Pedro says, making you quickly look from left to right.

The two boys were nowhere on the ship.

“It seems they went to the island,” Brook says

“Cheaters!” Carrot hisses

“Should’ve expected this. Happens every time, right?” Nami murmurs to herself

“I just hope their in disguise.” You utter facing toward the island

“We can only hope so,” Nami mutters. Grabbing onto you and Carrot's hand

“Come on, let’s go change.” She says, pulling us toward the stairs. Leading us to the women's quarters

Outfit change 😋

Walking onto the deck with the two girls, you're greeted with compliments from Brook.

“You ladies should wear dresses more often!” Brook says in a cheerful voice

“Really, you like it?” You smile at the skeleton, doing a spin in the dress. Showing off the dress playfully.

“I sure do! You look so cute!” Nami chimes in, hugging onto you. Carrots follows smiling. As they pull away from the hug, you smile at the girls.

“You two look adorable as well!” You grin, seeing Nami in a red and white dress. Carrot wearing a green dress

“Yeah, we look gorgeous! Love it!” Nami smiles, turning to face Brook once more

“Well, Brook, do we look like pirates?” She turns around, gasping.

Turning around, you see the skeleton lying on the floor. A teacup in his hand, as he tries to get a view up our dresses.

Grunting at the man on the floor, he looks back at us.

“What?” he questions

You and Nami quickly grab the man by the collar of his outfit. Landing punches into his ribs, and some on his head.

After a while of teaching the perverted man a lesson, the two of you drop him to the floor.

“Seriously gross, Brook.” You groan, turning away from the man

“That should teach you a lesson for a while. Unless you want some more” Nami taunts the man lying on the floor.

“Ehem.” Pekom clears his throat, catching your attention.

“It will take another day to reach Whole Cake Island. Be sure you get all you need. Especially food!” He says

“Thanks! We’ll be back soon!” You bid a quick farewell, hopping off the ship. Landing on the soft ground of the Chocolate town.

Waiting for Nami to reach the bottom of the rope ladder hanging off the edge of the Sunny

After making your way into the chocolate city, leaving Pekoms behind to watch over the Sunny.

You near closer to the louder side of the city. Hearing people shouting, you pick up the pace. Brook and Pedro follow closely as you stop in the crowd of townspeople.

Not wanting to bring any attention to yourself, as you see Chopper and Luffy with their stomach full in the center of the crowd. The two were talking to what seemed to be a police officer.

“Are you kidding me. We’re gonna get caught!” You hiss, drawing your sword

“At this rate, they will get arrested.” Pedro grunts, hand finding his sword as well

“Y/N! Pedro! We don’t want to cause a scene!” Brook whispers shouts at us

Turning to the older guy, he was right, it was too risky. As you drop the forming sword, standing in place. Something flies over your head.

Eyes catching a girl on top of a flying carpet. The further you went into the Grand Line, the weirder things got. It was taking a while to get used to.

The girl lands the carpet near the police man. Getting off of it, the police address the woman as the cafe owner.

“Just our luck.” You wince

Your frown only grew deeper as the situation kept getting worse.

Nami and Carrot catch up, standing beside you. The two had been ordering the bulk of food for the ship in the market area.

Overhearing the girl from the carpet, make an excuse for your crewmates. Something about them being a demolition crew.

“Why would she cover for them?” You murmur

“I have no idea. Maybe she’s just really nice,” Nami utters in shock.

“I’m confused.” Carrots says, watching the interaction

You watch closely, seeing how Luffy is once more getting away with something nearly impossible. As the police officer bids his farewell to the woman. You overhear him mention the woman’s upcoming wedding.

Your heart dips at the words, leaving his mouth. Mind instantly rushing to Sanji. Could this be the woman he marries?

She was a very pretty woman. Light brown hair, with big brown eyes. Soft spoken and from her actions, super kind.

You couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious, seeing the woman Sanji would be engaged to.

She was well suited for him from what you’ve seen alone. But your heart twisted at the thought. Looking toward the navigator, you lean close

“You don’t think that’s the girl marrying Sanji.” You mention

“No way, what are the chances she’s here?” Nami replies

“I don't know. That police guy said something about an upcoming wedding that can’t be a coincidence.” You point out

“Hmm. Well, let’s find out!” Nami sends you a grin, walking over to the girl with light brown hair, still talking to your crewmates.

You follow the navigator quickly. Approaching the three, your captain greets you.

“Hey guys! Meet our new friend!” Luffy smiles tiredly, still full from the chocolate building he ate.

“Your friends! Okay! Be quick, we must hurry!” The woman whispers to us

Ushering us down the street, leading us to a two-story chocolate house. Looking the place up and down, you hesitantly made your way up the chocolate steps.

Worried about the candy giving in under your weight. Slightly surprised when the chocolate kept its perfect shape like an actual stone

“Please take a seat!” The girl exclaims, opening the door, revealing a small kitchen/living room on the first floor

As the lady moves around the kitchen, putting water to boil for tea.

You take a seat at the white table in the middle of the room. Pedro, Carrot, Chopper, and Luffy sit on the couch against the wall behind you.

Hearing your child like crewmates chewing. You glance over your shoulder, curious about what they could’ve been eating now.

Eyes widening slightly, seeing two large holes in the wall where Luffy and Chopper ate through.

Grunting to yourself, you turn back toward the table, ignoring the two. Nami watches the boys, trying to get them to stop.

Suddenly, Luffy’s stretched hand appears in front of you. Glancing back at the captain, he only smiles, waving a piece of chocolate house in your face.

“You've got to try some Y/N! You’ll love it!” Luffy beams.

“Thanks, Luffy.” You crack a small smile, taking the piece of chocolate.

“Is it okay to eat this? I mean it’s your house.” You question, looking up at the brown haired girl

“Uh-huh!” She hums, nodding her head. Smiling with her eyes closed

With that confirmation, you bring the chunk up to your mouth. The richness of the chocolate covered every part of your mouth. Sweets weren’t much in your eyes, but this chocolate was delicious. Not even you could deny it.

“I’ve never had chocolate this good!” You smile, feeling yourself grow comfortable in the chair.

“It is good!” Brook exclaims after swallowing a bite

“I can't lie, it's amazing!” Nami smiles through her full mouth, taking a seat at the table with you.

“You think so! It makes me so happy you like it!” She smiles, a slight blush resting on her cheeks

“I’m Pudding by the way!” She introduces herself

“Aha. Pudding, huh? Well, thanks. You saved our butts.” Luffy thanks the woman. Finding his way to the seat to your right.

His face was covered in chocolate. Still chewing on some from the walls.

“Oh, no! Don’t say that! I’m the one who should be thanking all of you because of all your compliments!” Pudding smiles, looking off to the side.

“You said it was too delicious! The chocolate at the cafe is the new blend I made,” She says softly, before squealing, covering her face.

The girl goes on and on about the details that went into making the chocolate.

You take a couple more bites from the piece in your hand, finishing it. The piece alone filled your craving for sweets, probably for the rest of your life.

“I don’t understand any of that, but your walls are awesome!” Luffy replies

“They were awesome!” Chopper mumbles through his chewing at the table we sat at

You side-eye the doctor, watching him munch on the table in front of him.

Glancing back at Pudding when she gushes at the compliments given to her. Her face turned bright red behind her hands. She begins talking to Luffy and Chopper about chocolate.

“I don’t mean to be rude, especially since you’ve been so generous. But we really need to get going.” Nami cuts in

“I see that’s a shame! How about some tea before you leave? It should be done!” Pudding suggests a kind smile on her face

“We have time for that.” You reply, nodding softly. Not wanting to be rude to the girls, offer. Plus, you were all disguised, so what was the harm?

The woman turns around, getting the cups ready.

Glancing around the chocolate house, everything was so fake looking in a way. The island looked straight out of a fairytale.

“I’m sorry. I forgot to ask your name.” Pudding pipes up, back still toward us as she pours the tea now

“I’m Monkey D. Luffy. I’m gonna be the-” Luffy began. His words made you tense up, forgetting how blunt your captain is.

Your head whips toward the right at the boy. You slap your hand over his mouth.

“Be quiet!” You whisper to the boy.

Looking back at Pudding quickly, making sure she didn’t just hear Luffy announce his presence in his enemy's territory.

You could feel the shift in the room. As it’s now silent, the woman stands still.

You watch, waiting to see her next move. Hand still cupping your captain's mouth shut.

“Luffy!” Pudding gasped, turning around.

Letting out a light scream, realization taking over her face.

“That was a mistake!” Brook yelps

“Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t even know what he's saying!” You quickly excuse your captain, waving a hand at the girl.

“Now that I look closer. You’re Strawhat Luffy!” Pudding gasped, cupping her face

Luffy's hand meets your wrist. Pulling it off his face as he stands from his chair.

“That’s right! And I’m gonna be the King of the Pirates!” He confirms

“Great. Now we’re screwed.” You groan, slouching back in your chair. Huffing as you cross your arms in front of you

“You people aren’t really the Straw Hat Pirates, are you?” Pudding questions, looking at all of us

“Yup! That’s us!” Luffy smirks, grabbing his hat proudly. As the rest of us nod, confirming her words.

“Sanji’s crewmates are here? It can’t be true!” Pudding pipes up. The name makes your eyes lift from the table to the woman.

“I just told you it is! Are you even listening to me?” Luffy scolds her before stopping.

“Huh? Wait. Did you say Sanji?” Luffy questions

“You don’t happen to be the one marrying Sanji?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

As the girl turns to face you, her face flushes a deep red, answering your question. Grunting, your head falls forward onto the table. You didn’t want to be right. Sanji would have to marry somebody impossible to dislike.

Groaning, you pull your head off the table as your captain finally realizes what's happening.

“WHAT! You’re seriously the lady that supposed to marry Sanji?” Luffy questions

“It’s definitely her.” You murmur to the boy next to you. As Brook confirms, her family name is Charlotte.

“You shouldn’t have come to her territory! She’s a very scary pirate!” Pudding warns before gasping suddenly.

Turning to the counter before turning back with a knife in hand. You lean back in your chair at the blade pointing in your direction.

“BUT YOU'RE THE STRAW HATS. SO YOU’RE ALL SCARY PIRATES!” She shrieks

“Relax! You’re okay! We won’t attack you!” Nami quickly tries to calm down the girl

Pedro moves quickly, grabbing the girl's arms, holding them above her head, sword to her throat. Pudding lets out another piercing scream. His actions make you stand up from your chair quickly.

“Hey! Luffy! Want me to kill her?” Pedro asks, looking at the captain

“Pedro! Put her down!” You yelp, holding up your hands, trying to reason with the man

“You can let her go, Pedro. Don’t worry, we just came here to rescue Sanji!” Luffy instructs with a grin. Reassuring Pudding we weren't here to hurt anybody.

Pedro releases the girl as told, as she pours herself a cup of tea to calm down. She sits down across from us at the table. The crew also takes their seats again.

“I knew Mama was forcing him. That's how she does business.” She smiles softly. But behind it all, the sadness in her voice was evident.

Pudding explained that Big Mom marries off her kids for business. And there was no escaping it. She could only accept or run away. The only option she has is to give up on marrying for love. It was a classic story you heard in books growing up.

The girl mentions her older sister had run away, in search of a husband of her choosing. And in Pudding's brown eye’s you could see the perfect family she was building in her mind.

“You deserve better.” You speak up, feeling bad for the girl who showed you nothing but kindness already.

“Thank you, you pirates are very kind!” She smiles, covering her face

“It’s no problem. Besides, you will be marrying our cook.” You smile at the girl coming to terms with the marriage.

Sanji being back in the crew was what everybody wanted. Even if he's married. Hell, having him around with a wife was better than not knowing him at all.

“Yeah, have you and Sanji even met?” Chopper questions

“Just once. His eyebrows are rather strange, but he's a very kind and gentle man!” She blushes, cupping her face, swooning at the thought. Pudding continues describing the blonde,

“Sounds just like Sanji.” You reply, letting your mind imagine the cook you haven’t seen in what feels like forever. And it really was starting to feel that way.

“Yup, that’s our cook! There are a lot of awesome things about him.” Luffy grins

“Wait. I recognize that expression, you love him!” Brook comments, making Pudding look away. Her face is only getting a darker shade of red.

Your eyes widen as you sit up from your slouching position.

“Love? You hardly know him! I know he’s great, but that can't be right!” You remark, hands slapping onto the table

“Hold on, Y/N!” Nami says, pulling you to sit back down in your chair

“Are you really in love with Sanji! Be honest!” The navigator interrogates the girl

“Oh- My I can’t say it!” Pudding blushes, avoiding eye contact

“Just look at her! She is!” You wince

“It’s okay! I love Sanji too!” Carrot gushes, somehow appearing next to the girl, hugging Pudding

“I’m sorry. But I think we'd better tie her up!” Pedro interrupts, making you turn to face him. The group stares at him, waiting for him to continue.

“She’s clearly gonna tell them where we are. Don't forget she's a part of Big Mom's family too.” He says

“Yeah, I know, but she’s obviously scared too!” Nami defends

“She's just as scared of Big Mom as everybody else.” You mention

“Excuse me!” Pudding chimes in, standing up quickly.

“I swear. I won't tell Mama. Your secret is safe with me!” Pudding exclaims, holding a hand to her chest

“I am afraid to make her angry, but even so. If Sanji is your friend and you came here for him, then I’ll help you.” Pudding ends

“Are you sure?” You reply, shocked at her answer.

“She is my mom. But I am my own person.” She smiles. Turning to her cabinets, she rummages through them, pulling out a quill, ink, and a sheet of paper. Setting them on the table as she takes a seat

“If I try, I can abandon my feelings for Sanji. I can let him go!” Pudding continues. Drawing what seemed to be a map on the paper.

As she drew, she talked about her first time meeting Sanji. She was surprised that the groom was somebody so sweet. But at the end of everything, she mentioned Sanji telling her something important.

“He said. I would really like to marry you, but I’m afraid I just can't because I want to go back to be with my friends,” Pudding repeats the words.

Your heart quickened at the words. The crewmates beside you scream in shock at the idea of Sanji even rejecting a girl. It was all a shock. But he chose the crew over a girl, risking his life. Made your eyes water at the thought.

“That idiot.” You whine, hugging onto Nami. She gently pats the back of your head.

“If he said no, then he really must love our crew!” Luffy cries, tears streaming down his face

“And that feeling is obviously mutual. Because you’re all here now. I mean, you are risking your lives traveling to Totto land to get him. ” Pudding voice draws you back to look at her.

Her hand was still working away at the map. But it was nearly finished now.

“I can’t marry Sanji if he doesn’t want to. That's not right. And now that I’ve seen how important he is to his crewmates. I can't take him away.” Pudding says, setting the quill down. Picking up the paper, tilting it for us to see better

“You should take this route.” She smiles

Shooting up from your chair. You jump across the table, embarrassing the girl with a warm hug. Sniffling into her shoulder slightly. Hearing her let out a gasp at the affection

“Thank you.” You say softly, pulling away from her

“Even if you did marry Sanji. We would be happy if it were someone like you.” You smile at the girl.

In the end, she was another woman who fell for the many charms of the cook. You had fallen victim as well. And with that, you and the girl had one thing in common already. Pudding was way stronger, pushing her feelings aside to help us instead.

“I can tell Sanji is very important to you as well! I’ll make sure you get to see him again!” Pudding smiles pulling you back into a quick hug

“You're really strong, Pudding, thank you!” You grin at the woman

“It’s really no problem! This is the right thing, you all really care about each other! For now, I’ll just think about my future suitor.” She smiles, waving her hands, dismissing your thanks.

As you smile at the girl, a knock comes from the front door.

“Lady Pudding, your escort is ready for you!” A voice announces

“One moment! I’m in the middle of something!” Pudding exclaims, motioning for the crew to be quiet as we watch her.

She grabs a spatula from her counter, going toward a window of the house. Beginning to carve away at the chocolate quickly. Making a hole large enough for us

“You can sneak through here. Head straight to the cafe!” Pudding instructs, as we all begin to climb through the newly made opening

“Y/N! Wake up!” Luffy's whiny voice makes you slowly peel your eyes open. The sun is shining down on you.

“Get up!” He groans, shaking your shoulders. Grunting, you lift your hands, pushing him away.

“I’m up.” You murmur, still groggy from the night before.

Having to take refuge in the crow's nest with Luffy, from the ants that attacked during the night when the juice sets, solidifies. Yesterday had been rough trying to navigate with Pekoms disappearing.

The crew had to make do with Pudding’s map, which gave a very vague layout of the islands leading to Whole Cake Island.

“Hurry! Everybody, look!” Luffy exclaims, standing up, shouting to the crew below on the deck.

Grabbing the edge of the nest, you pull yourself off the uncomfortable floor. Pushing yourself up, a huge cake sits in the near distance.

“So this is the type of place an Emperor lives! That’s a big cake!” Your captain gushes at the large dessert

“We made it.” You say, examining the colorful island. Looking at your captain beside you, who smiles back at you widely.

“Time to get Sanji!” He grins, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Both of you sit in silence, watching as the island grows larger the closer you get. Nearing the island, you tense up seeing a familiar blonde.

The arm around your shoulders dropping told you Luffy noticed, too. As his hands grip the railing in front of us

“There’s somebody on the shore,” Luffy utters, staring ahead. Your eyes catch the figure near the water. Lips quirking up at the man.

“No way. It’s Sanji! HEY! SANJI! ” Luffy smiles, throwing both his arms in the air. Quickly, you raise a hand, waving at the cook near the edge of the island.

“SANJI!” You exclaim waving

As the carrot hopes up to get a glimpse of the cook, you look toward the girl explaining what had happened. Pointing toward the island where Sanji was, your finger points at an empty area

“Huh?” You hum. Why would Sanji walk away from the crew? Things were already beginning to feel weird.

“I don’t see Sanji,” Carrot asks, confused.

“He was just there!” Luffy replies

“Let’s go check out the area.” You grunt, following the two down to the deck.

Luffy makes his way over to the railing, waving goodbye to Pedro and Brook, taking the shark submarine into Whole Cake's capital. You lean against the railing, waving down to the two peaking out from the hatch on top.

“Sorry, Luffy. I know I said I would do this alone, but it looks like I’ll be borrowing Brook.” Pedro says

“Nah. It’s fine, once we get Sanji, we’ll wait back here for you two,” Luffy grins.

waving at them

“Be careful, things may get ugly,” Pedro warns

“I know, but we kept going anyway. So no regrets!” Luffy replies

“We’re counting on you!” Nami says

“Make sure to stay hidden!” You exclaim, waving at them as they lower down into the hatch. The crew watches as the submarine disappears into the water.

Your captain is quick to turn around, jogging toward the other side of the deck. Carrot and Chopper are quick to follow, curious about the sweet-filled island

“Man, there’s cake everywhere! Imagine eating that!” Luffy grins, gripping the railing. Jumping onto the railing, he boosted off it, disappearing over the edge to follow.

“Wait for us!” Chopper cries as he and Carrot follow the captain

“There they go.” You say to Nami as you approach the railing.

Grabbing the rope ladder, you toss it over the edge. Allowing Nami to climb down, as you hop over the railing, landing next to Luffy

“I smell adventure!” Luffy beams from beside you

“We need to find Sanji, Luffy.” You remind the boy as he sends you a quick nod

“HEY! SANJI! PUDDING! WE MADE IT JUST LIKE YOU TOLD US!” Luffy shouts, cupping his mouth

Nami appears, seeming to have made it down the ladder. Her hand covers the captain's mouth swiftly.

“Stop shouting! What if the enemies are here!” Nami hushes, releasing the boy

“This is weird, you two said Sanji was standing here? You sure?” The navigator questions, looking around the shoreline.

“Uh, yeah! I think I’d know Sanji!” Luffy sasses

“It was him. But when we looked away to look at Carrot, he was gone.” You replay the events leading up to now

“Maybe he ran away?” Carrot suggest

“I don’t think Sanji would run away from the Sunny. Something is wrong here.” You grunt

“Oh wow! Y/N, Nami, you gotta eat the ground, it’s whipped cream only hard.” Chopper exclaims, standing next to a hole in the floor. Evidence of where he was snacking

The crew all quickly indulged before Luffy ran up the small cake formation, where Sanji was standing earlier. Chopper follows, standing beside him.

“Sanji was standing right here!” Luffy informs Nami, giving her an example of what we some

“This is where Pudding told us to meet her. And I know you two wouldn’t lie, but I don't know why they would’ve run off.” Nami replies, looking down at the map

“I don’t think Pudding would turn us in. Maybe they caught on? This is an emperor's territory. I doubt we could get away with it this easily. ” You mention.

Nami and Carrot's eyes were still focused on the map. Sighing at the girls, you look toward Luffy. Seeing his head turned to the right.

“What’s wrong?” You hear Chopper ask

Following your captain's eyes, you find the cook leaning against a tree trunk. You could only stare at the cook who was further away, once again. And why the hell was he messing around

“IT'S HIM!” Chopper exclaims

“SANJI!” Luffy waves.

The cook's eyes slightly widen. Pushing himself off the tree as he takes off running into the forest. Even his run alone seemed off from where you stood.

“Is he here?” Nami questions watching the two boys jump from the structure, rushing by. Chasing after the cook, Carrots follows swiftly

“He was, but he ran away.” You grunt, following the two boys into the forest. Nami catches up, panting slightly.

“Really, you saw him?” She questions

“Yeah, but he’s being weird, maybe it's the wedding?” You reply, glancing toward her as you jog on the candy path.

“I mean, possibly, maybe he’s just embarrassed,” Nami says as we slow down our pace. Stopping behind the three, you finally caught up, too.

“HEY! SANJI! COME OUT!” Luffy shouts

Glancing around the forest, I felt a strange presence. You could tell Nami sensed something off, too. As you both made eye contact, trying to find the source of the weird sensation. Eyes both wide, feeling something off

“Let’s split up and search! I'm going for the cakes! Or searching for the cakes!” Luffy orders. Stars in his eyes as he points toward the desserts ahead. The two others follow along with starry eyes

“NO YOU DONT! YOU’LL GET LOST AGAIN!” Nami shouts, making them stop, turning back to us

“Aw, c’mon! He couldn’t have gone that far!” Luffy says, wiping drool from his mouth

“We don’t want to get lost, Luffy. Plus, you all just want to eat the candy!” You scold

“What do you mean?” Chopper grins lazily. Candy was the only thing playing through his mind as he drooled

“You guys can’t tell a lie,” You mutter, shaking your head

“Let’s search together. No wandering off, okay?” Nami instructs

“It’s a deal! We got permission, let's eat!” Luffy shouts, the trio turns, and runs away further into the forest

“Now we gotta keep up!” You say to Nami, grabbing her hand, guiding her after your crewmates, running through the forest. Trying any candy they could get their hands on

Release me, I wanted this chapter to be detailed, kinda, just because I like to have so many interactions even with just the crew. I'm a fan of it, i don't even care. I'm fulfilling my fanfic dreams fr.

I hope for next chapter moves faster than this one lmao

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #strawhats x reader #luffy x reader #one piece sanji #one piece nami #nami one piece #whole cake island #one piece x you #one piece x reader #sanji x reader #straw hat crew

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absandersons · 1 month ago

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so you think the show is better in every way than the game?

What a fantastic question, thank you!!

Absolutely not, I think they're two completely different entities.

...this got very long lol, also game and show spoilers below:

I actually wrote a big long salty post about how hard people are on the show (especially fans of the games) and I really think if people let the idea of a 1:1 adaptation go, they would have a much better time.

Truly, I can't compare the games and the show. Ellie and Joel are so different, it's like comparing apples to oranges.

It makes sense for show Ellie to say "I'm gonna be a dad!" when she finds out Dina's pregnant. It's the kind of person she is, and goes back to the fact that she is, intentionally or not, keeping how deeply vengeful she is about Joel's death from Dina. Even though her grief isn't as outwardly present to Dina and Jesse and Tommy, she's a darker version of game Ellie, more manipulative. (Please don't misunderstand that as a criticism of show Ellie or Bella's portrayal of her, I adore her).

For game Ellie, she isn't bothering to hide anything. Dina knows, at least to an extent, how fucked she is from Joel's death, how different she is. That grief is raw, an exposed nerve that no one, least of all Ellie can get away from. So her anger towards Dina, the "well you're a burden now, aren't you?", that's what makes the most sense for Ellie in the game.

It's the same with Joel too, show Joel is much softer than game Joel. Pedro does an amazing job showing his desire to not just be a smuggler, to really be human, to show that, even though he's lost everything and become a survivor, he's not immune to the one thing he's tried to harden his heart around: being a dad. Show Joel and game Joel are literally opposites in many ways, just like show Ellie and game Ellie, and I love all four of them with my whole heart.

Even with Abby, I never had a problem with her not being as jacked as she was in the game. First of all, there's only so much that Kaitlyn can actually physically do (she can't grow like a foot and a half lmao), and second...Abby had to be different physically from Ellie to make the gameplay dynamic. That's not a problem in the show.

I also think the whole argument that "it's a huge part of her character that she trained to kill Joel specifically and without that she wouldn't be able to kill him." Like...no. No, her physicality had nothing to do with her ability to kill the man who murdered her father. In fact, Joel's death in the show was more brutal, because she mostly beat him to death with her own two hands.

Would I want the changes they made in the show to be in the game? Never, the games are truly, genuinely perfect in my opinion. But the changes that they did decide to make fit in better thematically, and serve the drama of a television show in a way that keeping everything the same as the games wouldn't have.

It wouldn't make sense to have Ellie go all the way to Salt Lake and have her conveniently find a tape recorder from Mel that just happened to give the exposition that she needed in order to confront Joel. It's out of the realm of realistic possibility. It works in the games, and I love that scene, but for the show, especially since they're about to take probably another 2 year break in between seasons, they were right to have all the flashbacks put together, to give the audience that "closure" like Craig, Neil, and Halley discussed on yesterdays podcast.

So, a tl;dr to your question: I consider the games and the show to be completely separate things, and I ultimately trust Neil, Halley, and Craig to make changes that they believe need to be made for this specific medium. Both are a triumph to me in completely different ways, so I love them differently!

#thank you SO MUCH for asking omg #anonymous #lilly answers #tlou hbo #tlou #tlou2 #spoilers #the last of us #the last of us hbo

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hannahhook7744 · 3 months ago

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Sofia Madrigal Prepon Headcanons;

Her full name is Sofia Azucena Madrigal Prepon.

She is 15 years old by d3.

Her birthday is January 1st and she was born at midnight while her twin sister was born on December 31st at O’clock. Meaning that they technically have different birthdays despite being born only four hours apart.

Sofia is the younger twin of Amelia, the older half sister of Carlos, and the adoptive sister of Hugo and José.

She is the biological daughter of Yanamaria Earlene Maldonado Amaya and Mentiroso Diego Esposito Sosa but neither she nor her twin sister talk to either of them, and she never will. She much prefers her adoptive parents, Camilo Madrigal and Mina Prepon.

Between the twins and Carlos, Sofia is the one who misses their biological mother the most. Though given how things ended with her mother, that is not exactly a good thing.

The fact that her mother thought of her as a monster has greatly affected Sofia's mental health and confidence.

Camilo has been in her life since before she was even born and married her mom (his first wife) when she was just two months old.

She has a slightly lighter skin tone than her bio mother—Yanamaria—with a pointy nose, dark brown (almost black, now) eyes, a pointed chin, and long, straight, dark brown hair with choppy (almost uneven) bangs.

After Sofia got her gift her looks changed ever so slightly—making her taller than Amelia, her teeth sharper, her nails longer/sharper, and her more gaunt-looking. It also changed her aura, making her come off as much more dangerous/creepy than she is when in reality she’s mostly harmless.

This is one of the many things Sofia is insecure about.

She is a student at Auradon Prep—and the only reason she likes going there is because it means she gets to spend time with her boyfriend, Prince Diego of Cordoba.

She’s not very popular at Auradon Prep: most people there don’t even know she exists and the ones who do? Well, most of them don’t like her or are scared of her. Or both.

She’s a member of the Art Club and Sewing Club.

Sofia has always wanted to be a taxidermist, a forensic anthropologist, coroner, or an archaeologist when she grew up: those are her dream jobs. Her ideal work.

She has the gift of nightmare Manipulation and Animation which is the opposite of Amelia’s gift.

Sofia has fewer nicknames than her twin, Amelia, does. The most notable of which are Sof, Fia, Angel, So, So-So, Sia, Fifi, Sofy, and Soph-Bear.

There’s also ‘Amelia’s twin’ but she doesn’t answer to that for obvious reasons.

Unlike Amelia, Sofia does not like her gift and does her best to use it as little as possible. Something that she wishes her twin could try to understand and respect more often. She doesn’t understand why Amelia struggles to understand why she wouldn’t like her gift—she thinks it’s pretty clear why one would hate the ‘gift’ she has.

And though Sofia would absolutely never say it she does resent the miracle and Pedro for giving this gift to her, and by extension, she somewhat resents Amelia for getting the better gift.

The brunette has been described as socially awkward, shy/quiet/introverted, paranoid, anxious, moody/emotional, clingy, insecure, pitiful, fearful, sullen, and odd as well as weak willed. But she is also frugal, hardworking, curious, cautious, friendly, even tempered, well behaved, soft spoken, and wouldn’t hurt a fly.

She has also been shown to be willing to take abuse if it means getting to have a friend: something that her family is aware of and always hyper aware of when meeting new friends of hers.

Sofia has been made the scapegoat by people outside of her family more than once: something that has made her fearful, anxious, and bitter due to the ill-treatment she’s received based on nothing more than her gift.

Though Sofia doesn’t particularly like attending Auradon Prep, that doesn’t mean that she hasn’t made any friends. In fact, she has a decent amount including but not limited to: Sleepy Bergmann Jr, Baren Hood, Gesundheit Bergmann, and Crabby Bergmann.

She also used to be friends with Scarlet and Carter Bluefairy-Carmelo but that is no longer the case due to her not liking the way they reacted to the news that the vks were coming to Auradon. Though it should be noted that unlike previous friends of hers, they were never mean to her or violent with her.

Sofia has trouble saying no to people and has even worse trouble when it comes to standing up for herself. Though luckily for her, the rest of her immediate family and several of her extended family are more than willing to do so for her if it’s needed. Especially Amelia.

The twins are inseparable despite their differences and would do anything for one another, and have done so.

Such as on one memorable occasion where Sofia hid a ton of bugs in one very persistent boy’s locker after he refused to believe that Amelia wasn’t straight, and kept pursuing her.

Or the time a few homophobes had nightmares for weeks after harassing Amelia to the point of tears not long after she and Rosana started dating until they confessed to what they’d done.

Sofia rarely converses with anyone outside of her friends and family.

She collects bugs/insects and has cases to store them. She also has a soft spot for nature's outcasts and sympathizes with them quite a bit.

Sofia prefers rock n' roll, rap, screamo, and heavy metal while Amelia is a bigger fan of pop, high hop, country, and classical—though some of their favorite songs overlap with one another's musical tastes.

They both like dancing and singing but different kinds.

Amelia finds the talking taxidermy animals in the house creepy while Sofia finds them calming, charming, and sees them as friends.

People tend to prefer Amelia over Sofia—which bothers Amelia a lot more than it bothers Sofia (that isn’t to say it doesn’t bother her at all).

Between her grandparents Amelia is closest to Félix because she finds him less intimidating than Pepa, though she does also like spending time with her grandma just as much.

Between her parents, she is closest to Mina because she loves the fact that she can tell her and Amelia apart.

Between her aunts and uncles, she is the closest to Dolores because she can easily hide away with her without anyone trying to talk to her and because her aunt doesn’t like people that much either.

Her favorite out of her dad's cousins is Luisa because she finds her to be lovely, understanding, and fun—and because she doesn’t try and make her come out of her shell.

Out of her siblings, she's the closest to Hugo because he’s just as shy and quiet as her, and Amelia because they’re best friends.

Out of her cousins, she is the closest to Fuega, Cyriacus, Rory, and Oscar.

Sofia was pleasantly surprised and overjoyed that her Bisabuela Alma approves of Diego: something that none of her siblings or cousins have teased her for because they all know how important it was to her.

Sofia has a pet vulture named Sweeney who is known for biting people.

Her best classes are Biology, Math, and Life Skills Without Magic but her absolute favorite class is Art.

Her worst classes are Heritage and History, Physiology, and Smiling but her absolute least favorite class is Chemistry.

Her favorite foods are Coconut Seafood Chowder, Chip’s Grilled Cheese (Grilled Cheese With A Tomato Slice), Escargot, and Pineapple, Sardine, Onion, Green Pepler, & Artichoke Pizza.

A food she absolutely cannot stand is Eggs Florentine.

Her favorite drinks are Root Beer, Ice Tea, and Strawberry Milk.

Her favorite snacks are Savory Sandy Cookies, Chocolate Pretzels, and Beef Jerky.

Her favorite desserts are Glowing Caramel with Fresh Cheese, Pear Tarts, and Chocolate Cobblers.

Her favorite candies are Chocolate Dalmatians, Villain Stripes, Tongue Tinglers, and Poison Apples.

Her favorite books are ‘Fever Dream’ and ‘Labyrinth Lost’.

Her favorite holidays are Halloween, Día de los Santos Difuntos, and Christmas.

Her favorite animals are vultures and Crows.

Her favorite teacher is either Grumpy or Bess the never fairy.

Her least favorite teacher is Mr. Deley, absolutely no questions asked. Though Fairy Godmother used to be a close second due to the conversation she and Sofia had after the incident where she gave those kids harassing Amelia nightmares.

Her least favorite holiday is New Years Eve because it’s Amelia’s birthday and she’s always reminded of how much more people like Amelia over Sofia. Especially when her own birthday is the day after.

Her favorite colors are lavender, black, light blue, and white.

Her favorite school event is Field Day because she can spend it with her friends. Though Pasta Mondays are also fun and Diego always tries to make them special for her.

Her favorite business in Auradon is ‘Jack Skellington’s Spooktacular Haunted House’: though Dr. Facilier's shop and Arcade become a close second and third once the barrier is brought down.

Her favorite radio station is ‘Doomed Isle Tunes’, which Casita showed her when she was little.

Her favorite TV channel is ‘Courtesy Central’ now, but it used to be Evil Isle.

Her favorite shows are ‘Pretty Little Liars’, ‘Stepsister-Stepsister’, ‘Real Princesses of Charmingsville’, ‘Say Yes To The Hex’, and ‘Little Dwarfs, Big Giants’.

Her favorite social media sites, other than Auratube, are ‘Royallr’ (Tumblr) and ‘Scrolled-it’ (Reddit).

Her favorite Auratubers are AskAuradonPrepOfficial, The Gothic Arts (Anxelin’s Channel), The Donkey-ettes (if her cousin, Ligera, asks that is), and I Dream of Jordan (Jordan’s Channel).

Her favorite songs are ‘Fuck Your Fairytale!’ (by the Bad Apples) and ‘Warped Reflection’ (by The Donkey-ettes).

Her favorite band is ‘The Bad Apples and The Dragon Slayers’. Though she also likes Freddie Facilier’s music and would like the band Hadie eventually forms.

Her favorite video game is Swarm and Crown of Duty.

Sofia has subscriptions to “Wicked Weekly’, ‘Artist Daily’, ‘Royal Digest’, and ‘Mirror Mirror’: They’re her favorite magazines. When the barrier is brought down she also gets subscriptions to the isle magazines, ‘Belladona’ and ‘Where The Sun Don't Shine’.

She also has access to Amelia's Bobbity and AuraJive accounts/ subscriptions.

Her hobbies include but are not limited to drawing, painting, pottery, candle making, watercolor painting, origami, scrapbooking, papermach, reading, knitting, embroidery, photography, star gazing, sewing, taxidermy, miniature art, doll making, sculpting, quilting, dancing, cosplaying, tattooing, beta reading, needlework, crocheting, numismatics, journaling, yoga, and animal grooming.

Sofia is camera shy and gets stage fright easily, hence why she wasn’t on ‘Toddlers Without Tiaras’ with her sister.

Sofia can play the xylophone and the organ.

Sofia doesn’t like to be touched but can be very affectionate with her family and friends regardless.

She's also not very squeamish and absolutely loves horror stories, comics, and movies.

Her best friend, aside from Amelia of course, is Gesundheit Bergmann.

Sofia is surprisingly good at saying tongue twisters—something even Amelia isn’t good at.

Sofia does well at school and wishes people would acknowledge that more than they do her gift or that people would at least acknowledge the stuff she’s good at, other than the stuff she can’t do or her gift.

While she loves her sister, it does get annoying being compared to Amelia all the time even if her family and friends never do it.

It also gets annoying having people ask where Amelia is whenever they see the two of them apart because while they do spend a lot of time together, they aren’t always together. Even if they are nearly inseparable.

If she wasn't afraid of making people angry with her, she would rightfully point out that people shouldn't be so surprised given how much they hate her and exclude her from things they invite her sister to.

Sofia borrows/steals her boyfriend’s hoodies often (though it should be noted she never takes his favorite ones and always returns them washed).

While Amelia volunteers/occasionally works at Isabela’s Greenhouse and her and Bubo’s Oddities shop, Sofia prefers working/volunteering at the Encanto Animal Sanctuary that their uncle, Antonio, runs with Luisa and Ryder. She enjoys helping with the animals and being able to give them comfort.

Though that doesn’t mean she never helps out at Isabela’s greenhouse and shop. She does—she just usually sticks to helping with the more…odd… plants their father’s prima makes.

Amelia has both a latex allergy and an avocado allergy, while Sofia does not.

Sofia does better in Biology, Math, and Life Skills Without Magic than Amelia does.

Sofia knows about Amelia’s Atelophobia, Autophobia, and Kinemortophobia, and is trying to help her sister slowly overcome them so she has a more healthy fear of them.

Though Sofia has Autophobia too. She also has Athazagoraphobia and is afraid of being hurt by others.

This fear has made her hesitate when it comes to making decisions.

Never ask what she likes about Diego because she’ll become a mumbling mess and sputter about how she can’t just pick one thing because he’s such a great friend, person, boyfriend, etc (according to Carlos, anyway).

Sofia and Diego can often be found together with or without Rosana, Amelia, and their other friends—you can usually find them having lunch together under the bleachers.

She has a lot of nervous habits including fidgeting, playing with her hair, lip biting, scratching, and nail biting.

Sofia can't stand Annabelle Scorfano for the exact reasons as Amelia. She thinks the girl is a snake and if it wasn't for the fact Tito would get upset if she did, Sofia would hit her.

Sofia's first word was ‘Lo siento’: said to Tito after she accidentally knocked him over.

Between Amelia and Sofia, Sofia was the first to walk. She was also the first to talk.

Sofia was the less colicky of the two and was the more content baby.

Sofia and Amelia have matching friendship bracelets that they made each other shortly before their gift ceremony. Sofia gets anxious when she's not wearing it or the Spectriss necklace that Diego made her.

Sofia, like Amelia and many others in their family, daydreams a lot but her daydreams usually involve Diego and their future.

These dreams can vary: either they're living in the Encanto, his kingdom, or a place in the middle of nowhere where no one can bother them ever again.

They'll have their own house if they can't stay in Casita, that's a mix of their own cultures and Auradon culture. There will be a garden with beautiful flowers and the two of them will decorate it how they please. They'll have a makeshift theatre in their backyard and an art room where they can work on their different projects.

There will be a place in the backyard for Sweeney and a big beautiful guest room for their friends and family to visit.

And maybe, if they want, the two of them will eventually have kids (they haven't discussed it yet because they want to take things slow).

Sofia proofreads Diego's comics and graphic novels.

Diego made a comic called ‘The Angel of Scapegoats’, where he based the ‘monster’ on Sofia. The monster who kills abusers.

Sofia has a copy of it framed and signed in her room: she thought it was sweet.

A lot of people think that Sofia and Diego are going to become serial killers but that's not the case at all. Neither of them could hurt a fly.

They have movie nights the second Friday of every month and game night every Saturday (if they’re at school that is).

Diego and Sofia often play board games and video games together when they’re alone.

Their initials are carved into several desks and trees around school (Diego makes sure to check for tree nymphs aren’t attached to it and that the tree doesn’t have any historical importance before he carves into them, in his defense).

Sofia’s door has a faded light blue frame and shows her standing sideways with a frown and her hands clasped in front of her—behind her is a myriad of horrific looking things like spiders, monsters, vultures, and skulls lurking and peeking out around her carved into a much darker wood than the rest of the door. Its glow is fainter than everyone else’s.

Three of the walls inside of the room are a Blue-gray color while the fourth shows a mural of her and Diego dancing at a ball, reminiscent of Cinderella’s. Off to the side of the muriel is a pink door leading to Amelia’s room.

The floor and ceiling resembles rotting dark wood—and it's partially covered by a large, fluffy pink rug.

In the corner between the left blue-gray wall and the painted wall/mural is a large white coffin with a mattress and bedding on the inside. The bedding is lavender and cotton. The covers and bed set are white with blue-gray stripes and gold linings. The blanket is a weighted one and the pillows are made of memory foam—the most comfortable kind according to Sofia.

Adorning the bed is a small but fluffy white and gold quilt with a pattern of vultures, feathers, and crows with purple shadings that Mirabel made her when she was a baby and several stuffed animals that she holds very dear to her heart. One of which is the stuffed crow Mirabel made her when she was just a baby named ‘Sof’.

Sofia will readily admit that she can’t sleep without her baby blanket and her crow, and she’s not embarrassed to admit it because she thinks it’s understandable given what she’s been through. It’s not really something she hides so far more people know about this than people who know about the fact Amelia also can’t sleep without her own stuffed animals and blankets.

Unlike Amelia, Sofia doesn’t have the stuffed animals her bio parents gave her anymore because she gave them away. She couldn’t bear to look at them after they abandoned her.

On the right of her bed is a beautifully crafted black and lavender vulture shaped nightstand. On top of this nightstand is a picture of her and Diego at a party in their halloween costumes—Sofia was Bloody Mary and Diego was the ghost of Christmas Yet to Come. Both of them are laughing, unaware that a picture is even being taken—as well as a framed note passed to her by Diego in Biology. The note reads ‘Would you like to go to the Seaside Festival with me? Check YES or NO.’

In the corner of the wall holding the entrance to Sofia’s room is a modest vulture enclosure and a small bat-shaped, stained glass window showing a beautiful but ominous looking sunset that her vulture can come and go from as pleases. Under the window is a door to a walk-in closet with a trapdoor inside where she hides when she gets too overwhelmed (it also makes for a good hiding spot for things she’s not technically supposed to have, like gory cosplays).

Her room is slightly bigger than Amelia’s is.

Across from the vulture enclosure is a stage with pink and gold curtains where Sofia practices her dance moves. There is a radio and some speakers in the corner of this stage.

Beside her door and across from her bed is a white sheet that she watches her shows on when the projector above her bed/coffin is playing.

Next to the stage is a white and gold desk with blue and lavender flowers painted onto it: this desk holds a majority of her art supplies and finished art works: on top of this desk is a pink and white swirled pattern vase filled with Hooker’s Lips (the flowers), Naked-man orchids, and Corpse flowers—as well as the aforementioned signed and framed comic Diego created with her in mind, a paper mache module skeleton that Amelia made for her, a trophy she won in an art contest, a ribbon she was rewarded for her excellent sewing skills, and two framed photos. One of her and Sofia at Sofia’s Quinceañera—standing back to back: both of them grinning ear to ear as their partners extended their hands to dance, both with goofy smiles on their faces—and one of Sofia from when she was about six. She’s on Mina’s shoulders, laughing and trying to hide her face in the stuffed animal that Mina had won her at the carnival.

Sofia also a black and gold vanity desk with lights that holds all her makeup. The makeup she uses for cosplay is separated from the makeup she uses for date nights and casual events. Taped to some parts of the mirror are pictures of her with her friends, family, and Diego.

The walls of Sofia’s room are decorated with posters from her favorite bands, shows, and movies, as well as some framed honor roll and attendance award certificates and pictures of her and her family

There’s a picture of her holding a newborn José, looking panicked as he sleeps soundly in her arms. There’s another of her and Amelia playing dress up with Carlos and Hugo when they were all just barely old enough to walk. There’s one of her and Camilo dancing at someone’s gift ceremony when she was about three. There’s a couple of her and Diego on dates—one with him making a funny face at her and another of her putting up her fingers as if they were horns, causing him to choke on his drink.

There’s also a couple of her and her friends moments before disaster. There’s one of Sleepy Jr snoring away into his pancakes with syrup in his hair as Sofia tries to wake him up. One of Baren Hood and Crabby Bergmann glaring at Mr. Deley’s retreating back, water balloons in hand. There’s another of Diego dashing towards a mid-sneeze Gesundheit ‘Gus’ Bergmann who was carrying a towering cake (that had been a mess to clean up). Another showed Amelia and Rosana covered in flour in the kitchen of Auradon Prep. There’s a picture of the whole group on a rollercoaster. There’s even a picture of Sofia, Carter, and Scarlet at a week-long summer camp they went to when they were about 12.

Sofia also has a laptop covered in horror movie stickers and meme stickers somewhere in her room.

Both the vanity table and the desk have large, comfy blue and lavender rolling chairs. She also has a couple of bean bag chairs stashed away in her closet in case her friends are over.

Her backpack can usually be found hanging off one of the chairs in her room.

Sofia’s room is her safe place. She loves her room and doesn’t know what she’d do without it.

Her favorite animals are doves, swans, and chameleons.

Despite the fact their rooms are conjoined, Amelia and Sofia can’t just waltz right in whenever they please. If the other twin doesn’t want them in their room, Casita will not allow them in. That way they have some privacy.

Whenever Sofia’s gift acts up, she finds it difficult to wake from her nightmares. If she’s animating something into the real world when her gift acts up, it turns into Amelia—but instead of smiling at her or trying to comfort her like the real Amelia, it starts hurtling insults at her. Saying all the things Sofia fears her loved ones might think of her.

When Sofia is overwhelmed or upset in her room after not talking about it with anyone (not even Casita) for a while, all the people in the pictures in her room disappear (except for herself) and her birth mother can be heard saying “Who could ever love you?” and “Look what you’ve done, you monster. Now you’re all alone.” The word ‘alone’ will echo like in that one episode in SpongeBob until she completely breaks.

When she’s upset or alone in her room but she has been talking with people about it, Casita will rock her bed gently. It calms her.

Out of all their children, Mina and Camilo worry about Sofia the most. This is due to some concerning self-destructive behavior she showed in the months after her birth mother abandoning them.

Sofia also doesn’t like her birthday because it just reminds her of when her mother left.

Sofia would never admit it but sometimes she wishes she wasn’t a twin.

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