Hi, I was wondering how did rosinante and reader meet in merlot and primroses did they grow up in marineford together?
YESSSSS, SOMEONE FINALLY ASKED THIS QUESTION! YEEEESSSS, YES, YES, YES!
Thank you for this question. Funnily enough, this gets answered in the next chapter of merlot & primroses (through Reader explaining in dialogue), but if you don't mind spoilers...
Yes, they both lived in Marineford, but they didn't meet until they were 20 (they are the same age). And how did they meet, you ask?
(smiles so wide my cheeks hurt)
Rosinante crashed into Reader, and they both fell to the floor. He caught her head before it could hit the floor and give her a concussion. Of course, because he's clumsy, he fell while doing the saving thingy. Bless him.
Literally. It was a genuine accident. Both of them were rushing to a meeting in Marineford HQ building. Reader has to take the civilian department entrance while Rosinante takes the marine entrance which is the MAIN ENTRANCE (I like to think the HQ building has multiple entrances with security checks) so Reader was say running east while Rosinante was running west.
And Reader literally went "an angel fell atop me" it was love at first sight.
Let me repeat this. Rosinante and you, his wife, met by Rosinante crashing into you.
Donquixote Rosinante got himself a wife by being clumsy.
I have a rough draft of this scene for, well I guess the prequel which is Rosinante x Reader, covering how they met+started dating+dating+proposal+marriage before Rosinante gets the mission. I don't have a lot of it written, but I do have that scene.
Fair warning, some descriptions are missing, but I think you get the gist.
You met your husband in the most strange way.
Donquixote Rosinante crashed into you.
His knees bumped into you, and gravity did the rest. Both of you fell over on the floor of the streets of the family district of Marineford.
Donquixote Rosinante had crashed into you on the street of Marineford, and you both toppled to the ground.
“I'm so sorry, miss!” he cried. “Are you okay?”
You were too mesmerised by his handsome face, brown eyes and sunflower-coloured curly hair to properly process the marine's apology.
An angel had fallen atop of you. That was everything you could think, everything that was on your mind for a full length of ten seconds.
He was beautiful. You’d never seen such a beautiful marine. His legs were taller than you were. It was nothing new to see marines of all shapes and sizes in Marineford, but you’d never been lucky enough to interact with someone that size, always seeing them from afar.
A white marine cloak sat on his shoulders, blue shoulderpads and blue cufflinks. A white waistcoat flattered his white dress pants, and atop his navy blue dress shirt sat a white tie.
“It’s all right!” you said quickly, wishing to assure him; the angelic marine looked like he was about to cry from guilt. “I’m okay! Um…” Wildly, you ran your gaze down from his face and to his attire, searching for the title plate every marine officer wore. You saw the tag COMMANDER on the left breast of his white suit jacket. “Commander.”
“I am so sorry!” said the commander again. “I didn’t see you! I wasn’t watching! Oh saints, no, what I mean is - oh, that sounded worse - it’s not that I don’t look below me, I usually do!”
You found yourself giggling before you could help it, smiling wide. “It’s all right, Commander… uh…”
Hell, you needed his hand to stay under your head, large and smooth and warm, cradling your head like a precious treasure. And you needed him to stay atop you.
“Rosinante,” said the blond marine. “Donquixote Rosinante. And I am so sorry, miss!”
You said your name to him, mesmerized by him. “That's my name.”
“Argh, I’m so late! Sengoku-san’s gonna kill me!”
You clutched your folders close to your chest, listening to the rapid beating of your heart against the folders, watching the blond run down the street, the white marine coat and the words JUSTICE sweeping after him in the gust of his speed. Butterflies flew in your stomach, their wings fluttering around. Your heart raced and swooned.
With his long legs that seemed to take up more than half of his body length, Commander Rosinante — Rosinante, what a beautiful, gentle name — covered the length of the street in five wide running steps, and vanished out of sight.
An angel. you thought, only now remembering to breathe. When you did, you exhaled breathlessly. I just met an angel.
IN SHORT, IT WAS A MEET-CUTE.
Better than Reader & Doflamingo for sure. Crazy man broke into her house, then laughed evilly in the darkness, sat on her couch and ate her pancakes. Oh and killed her husband.
With Rosi it was meet-cute.
With Doflamingo, it was "just got a heart attack and would have pissed myself from terror" meet.
Reader met the angel - Rosinante.
And six years later, Reader met the devil - Doflamingo.
The. Themes. Are. So. Good. Ugh. Yummy.
Thank you so so so much for asking this question and giving me an excuse to fangirl over how Reader & Rosinante met for this fic. It just fits for Rosinante.
They literally fell for each other. LITERALLY.
Get it? Get it? Cause they both... Fell. 🤣🤣
I'll stop now. Thank you so much for this ask. 🫶🏻🥹
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