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❤️  regensia​

HE swore he never had such a restful sleep like this, at least not in a long while. Rocinante had become accustomed to stealing his sleep through inopportune daytime naps around the Family, reducing the amount of time he had to interact with them, and affording him the awareness at night for any espionage work. Frankly, he had no idea that such a simple herb as chamomile would have knocked him out peacefully like this, even without his silencing powers! When at last did eyes open, he noted the bed was empty and the sun was already up, both oddities but not things to worry about he supposed, though the tiny cabin was quiet save for the creak of the poor overworked bed when he sat up. Glimpsing the white suit upon the chair – the very same chair he sat upon when caring for an injured Birkan – confusion overcame him. It wasn’t a Marine outfit…

ONLY after getting ready for the day and bathing did he approach the suit, finding it sized appropriately. It was obvious his fiancé meant for him to wear it, though he knew he’d get his answer as soon as he found Enel. The usual began to go into the pockets – lighter, carton of cigarettes – before he felt something else, discovering the note left inside. The thought brought a chuckle as he unfolded it to read it, recalling how he had once done something similar for the other, though the laugh was short-lived as he read the handwritten words.

WAS Enel… serious? They were going to go through with it? They were actually going to go ahead and get married … !? Here he had felt it was a dream to achieve such a thing, but this note promised to make it a reality!

ROCINANTE felt a sudden rush of nerves and adrenaline, running a hand through messy locks regardless of the note, panicking a bit as he looked around in search of something, anything. Was he missing anything? Did he need to bring something? Was his tie alright?? But no – it seemed Enel had apparently everything prepared… all that was left to do was to not dirty the suit on his way to the beach. 

HOW could he stay relaxed at such a time and walk to the beach like nothing special was happening? Screw his birthday – it was a wedding! Each step he took brought the man closer to the beach and to the verge of tears of joy, knowing that this wouldn’t be some sick and elaborate prank, not after everything they had endured together. And at last did he glimpse the other waiting as it said he would out on the pristine sand, the familiar sound of waves lapping mingled with the sunlight sparkling off of blue water. But as beautiful as the scene was, it hardly compared to the only man he had ever fallen for, standing there all dressed up formally, the man he would soon get to call his husband. As he approached, he didn’t even care about the bump on his head from the doorway when leaving, having managed to not trip a single time on the way, mind only for Enel as hands reached out to him, taking up the other’s in a shaky but tight grip.

“ Is… is this really happening? ” Rocinante asked, disbelief evident in his tone as if this were all just a dream, smile beginning to hurt his cheeks. But so far this proved to be reality, those tears that threatened to fall earlier at last spilling as he could only laugh. “ Enel…! I can’t believe this! ” He would get to call the other his husband !

After he prepared everything for a few weeks, Enel knows that the upcoming minutes, or hours, depending if Rocinante finds the note easily or not, would be the longest. Somehow, he doesn’t know, for example, Rocinante’s thoughts and beliefs regarding a religious union. His practical spirit had bothered him for a while, Enel working on the perfect wedding on his side, hoping to surprise and please the love of his life. He has never thought he would be standing in front of an altar one day, his selfishness and loneliness pushing him to live a life without anyone to love nor to protect. It was better that way, after all… His wounds were not only about two ripped wings, neither two scars mapping his back. It was something deeper, a hatred towards mankind and his own weaknesses, and only Rocinante has been able to soothe his damaged soul. Enel was the one with wings, but his blond lover has always been the real angel in their odd and strange balance.

He sighs, his icy blue eyes gazing at the ocean, calm and luminous today, the sun reflecting on the surface like thousands of diamonds. He lost track of time since he’s waiting here, his suit quite despicable for someone who doesn’t like to wear any sort of shirt in the first place. To match Rocinante’s outfit, Enel picked something his lover would probably like; his usual monk suit for his travel, but this one sewed in a noble fabric, embroidered with laces and pearls, entirely ivory with apricot thin lines following the edges of the clothing. He didn’t try to comb his hair either, it’s falling in straight honey strands all around his skull, his sapphire eyes eventually gazing back at the alley, covered in hibiscus flowers, until Rocinante would show up. The man who will marry them is not a religious person, but a traveler Enel met a few years back, when he was going to and fro up there. He married his parents before, believing in a hedonist philosophy, and the power of two souls colliding together.

At some point, Rocinante is finally arriving. Enel’s heart can’t help but skip a beat, his smile widening over his features, his golden jewels clicking while he spins and faces the man he loves. He abandons his position to move closer, his smile matching the astonished one growing over Rocinante’s features. “Yes, it’s really happening.” Enel confirms, while he intertwined his fingers with his fiancé’s, and slowly drags him to the altar. He only pauses when they are both standing in front of the flowered arch, the crashing sound of the waves their only music, for a few seconds.

Enel raises both of his hands to cup his lover’s cheeks, softly massaging his cheekbones, until he lets them travel down, to catch the edge of his jacket. “I know it’s your birthday, and I promise we’re going to celebrate it.” He nods, his eyes sparkling with a blissful feeling he has never experienced before. “If you still want this, well… I hope you’re going to say yes today.”

[captainhowell]

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⚡️ akagamiko​

He snorts, and it very quickly devolves into a small fit of laughter at the man’s words. There were many things, Shanks had learned, that there was no use in taking seriously. The Skypiean man challenging him, in any kind of way, was most definitely one of those things. It brought him a good laugh, though. He hums, hand to his chest and sighs. “I do love a challenge.”

Enel had caught him staring and even with the laughter dying on his lips, he did little to hide his the way his eyes linger. Still grinning, his eyes follow Enel’s hand as it trails down, though they lift to meet the other man’s gaze when he sits up.

Shanks bites gently on his lower lip and grins, eyebrows raised suggestively. “You should know I’m more than happy to choke on your fingers…” His grin grows, though he chuckles. “Though I guarantee none of the things you just suggested would be enough to change my attitude, no matter how much I may enjoy them. I assume you must be a fan of it if you keep coming around.”

He lifts his head as Enel steps closer and tilts it to the side, grinning at his words, once more. The finger at his nose causes his eyebrows to raise and gives a short shake of his head. “Well I don’t believe that for a moment, Enel. If you didn’t have a slight interest, I doubt you’d waste your time on me.”

He pauses, eyes slow to lift this time. “And unlike you, I have no problem with coming off as desperate. It’s fun to play pretend, wouldn’t you say?” The grin he wears grows wicked, though it’s hard to say if his words are purposefully teasing or not.

After all these years… he keeps underestimating him. Well not exactly. His attitude is more matching a carefree spirit, where nothing actually matters, Enel’s attitude and ego couldn’t find a way to hurt him. It feels infuriating for someone who loves to show off like the God of Skypiea, and that laughter is something which pushes him to wish for his early death, at least for a second. Enel sighs, and shakes his head. “No, you love to listen to yourself while you brag about those supposed challenges.”

He’s soon to forget his prior anger, the conversation pleasantly drifting to something more enjoyable. Shanks is a man who doesn’t know what shame is, following his deepest desires, and surely, that look on his face is suiting his wild and untamable nature. Enel wickedly grins, wiggling his fingers as he eventually brings them up to his own neck to mimic a fake choking. “At least, you’re making more interesting noises when you’re obedient like this. Rosy colors suit you when you’re just about to pass out.”

Straddling around the deck to falsely inspect the area, he clips a hand to his hip, and peers down at Shanks, his expression remaining sly and obviously mocking. He wouldn’t ever confess that he appreciates sharing his time with him, his ego pushing him to never satisfy the red-haired pirate, otherwise, it might break the magic operating between the two of them. “You didn’t visit the sky islands for a long time and yet, your brain seems desperately withered. I only have one purpose here; like to keep an eye on my merchandise, just in case it would grow boring or old.” An obvious lie, but it’s the only truth he would reveal. Enel might appreciate that game between the two of them, he still remains full of mysteries and contradictions.

Though, the last sentence wrests a deep laughter from his throat, he turns around, and begins to step closer, hoping to trap the arrogant captain right against the largest mast of his boat. “Playing pretend?” He raises a dubious eyebrow, his index coming up to trail the bridge of his nose with a delicate touch, ending in a soft spark of electricity. “I never heard such a terrible lie, even from your filthy mouth. I never gave you the privilege to fake anything under my touch, haughty fibber.”  

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⚡️ regensia​

he could tell even without his abilities of who entered the shop to buy some vintage music and who entered for other reasons. ginji never put up flyers or anything of his work, not wanting to alienate the business’ previously-established loyal customer base nor tarnish its image, but rumors alone seemed to do the trick. he had learned that during his time in university and thought that his reputation would be long gone by the time he returned to the city, but it only had grown in his absence. the man on the other side of the counter seemed confident and rather comfortable, signaling he wasn’t new to the concept of the occult or dealing with any new-age nonsense. 

it was always a fine line between patrons for his clairvoyance and just plain out-of-touch whackos. but the stranger’s words about his relatives seemed to keep him firmly planted in reality. not everyone could pick their family, after all.

“ fair enough. fine by me. go right ahead, ” ginji gestured, going ahead and pulling aside the beaded curtain for his newest guest to enter the small room. it was dark, decorated with tapestries and a few small side tables, but it seemed he had opted for floor cushions and a cozy, almost smothering atmosphere, air thickened with the incense previously lit. there were no crystal balls, no ouija boards, nor even pendulums or crystals.

“ take a seat. i charge fifty bucks per reading. ” kicking off his shoes, the record store owner sat and made himself comfortable. “ unless it’s something really juicy, then sometimes you might get more from me. i can’t always control the flow of information anyways. ” with that, the man held out his hand almost demandingly to his patron. “ let me see your hand. ”

His curiosity is definitely peaking while he’s observing the raven-haired shop owner in front of him. For sure, he heard there were some audacious boutiques in the nearby area, but it’s the first time he’s actually meeting someone openly practicing some occult activities. His clients have been particularly useful for once, not only they paid for unnecessary herbs to get rid of a headache probably provoked by a brain tumor they don’t wish to treat through chemotherapy, but they also spit a wonderful secret regarding this place. Enel is utterly enthusiastic, his smile widening while he follows the man to the back room, taking his shoes off before entering behind the chanting beaded curtain. Enel wants to break his usual routine after all.

Sapphire eyes gazing at the exotic room, Enel immediately notices the similarities with the atmosphere of his own garden, the powerful scents of freshly burnt incense he appreciates himself. He feels oddly at ease in that overly familiar environment, the table set up between the two of them completely empty. It intrigues Enel, the blond elegantly folds his legs to sit in a lotus position. “Your price would be mine, let’s not spoil this ritual by bringing the despicable topic of money on the table. I’ll pay what you wish for, or I could find an interesting deal with my own goods.”

His eyes sparkle with mysteries, thinking about a few of his dry woods, teas and potions he keeps for his most trustworthy clients for potential new gifts if he appreciates the seance. He only nods the command, while he raises his hand and presents his palm, his hand displaying various patterns and Buddhist symbols he traced earlier this morning. The shop owner might recognize the two golden fishes drawn on the top of his hand, representing his totems for a peaceful journey in a world of suffering. 

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regensia​:

“ you didn’t come here for some records, i can tell. ” the record store was fairly quiet save for some old seventies japanese rock playing from a record player on his side of the counter, volume lowered so it wouldn’t be overwhelming. but beyond his shoulder was a doorway covered with beads with the scent of incense emanating from the space. ginji seemed to follow the newcomer’s gaze to the room. “ so i can do fortune-telling right now. anything like contacting dead relatives has to be scheduled. ”

Feline steps, cold piercing eyes, and slender fingers brushing the old and dusty cover of the records. He’s not interested in music at all, but he heard interesting rumors about this shop. Usually, folks are aware of his nature, his appearance showing his deep interests for everything occult and odd, his aspiration for metaphorical concepts quite developed. He swiftly turns around, golden earrings clicking against his pale neck, while he raises his index to adjust his round glasses over his thin nose. 

“Maybe, am I so easy to read?” He answers with a sly smile, the corner of his lips curled like a baleful cat. He knows exactly what he wants, his irises drifting over the man’s shoulder to look at the beads curtain leading to another room. Seems like he’s not the only one having a shop full of secrets... “Dead relatives as well? As if I would inflect upon myself the pain to ever hear about them again.” 

He sighs longly, before he eventually skirts the boxes of records, his steps already leading him to the backroom. “A fortune telling might be good then. I feel you might have something interesting to recount.” He peers down at the man, his cerulean eyes gleaming with a profound curiosity. 

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"Nice number."

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@logpcse from here

There’s a certain hierarchy in the world, nature itself surrendering to its own rules, and Enel has always felt above everything, humans and animals included. He’s a superior individual in many ways, his elegance matching his strength, his power far from being unnoticed, provoking the deepest fear wherever he sets a foot. He’s a God of justice and wrath, and for that, he wouldn’t apologize regarding his behaviors. A mammoth walking, yet still emanating those fragments of human soul, was enough to peak his attention. Enel is a sly persona, and while he knows he’s stepping over someone rather than something which couldn’t understand his words, he’s looking to assert a sort of dominance through his rudeness.

“I’ll get off eventually, perhaps in a minute.” Enel snarls, while he cocks his head aside, and yawns, even if his eyes are thoroughly looking at the mammoth’s trunk ready to potentially slap him off his seat. “I formulated my demand, now you just need to move to the place I pointed, and if you do so, you might gain an apple, or whatever kind of food a man trapped in an animal body would require.”

His smirk widens, as Enel places his palm over the mammoth’s head, the crack of his threatening thunder echoing in the air, the invisible atoms around his fingers buzzing. “Unless you might require a bit of discipline? In my lands, animals shall be tamed by the hand of the man, and in your case, the holy palm of God.”

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⚡️ akagamiko​

Even in his current state, Enel’s sudden appearance only draws a laugh from the inebriated man. He reaches his hand out to grab the arm of a nearby bench and hoists himself up with a grunt; it takes him a moment to start walking, and he drags his fingers slowly across the back of the wooden bench as he walks. Shanks hums, though it’s quick to turn into a low chuckle, and an amused smile spreads across his lips.

“Perhaps…” he pauses, stopping to steady himself. It takes him a moment to regain his shaky footing as he moves around the bench and all but falls into a seat. “–you just don’t know how to have a good time.” The smile shifts into a smirk. He was unconcerned, as usual, with codling Enel’s ego. It was of little concern to him; had Enel not picked up on that by now or….no, no. The ego had probably gotten in the way of that.

A sigh passes his lips, and Shanks rolls his head back to stare up at the stars. “Can give you an interesting conversation regardless…” Shanks hums, brows furrowing and frowning. “Not with that attitude, though.” His words are slurred, and he stretches his arm along the back of the bench and rests his cheek against his palm, smiling up at Enel slyly. “You…should just go back if you plan on parading around.”

That laughter escaping Shanks’ lips is enough to profoundly piss off Enel, his thin patience already while he has to deal with his drunken state. For sure, he almost wants to vanish, and spend his evening alone, contemplating the stars in silence... Nevertheless, there’s also a part of him who doesn’t wish to remain in his everlasting loneliness either. Shanks, despite all of his countless flaws can be good company, even when he’s drunk, and unfortunately for Enel, it happens quite a lot.

“I doubt you know my habits when I party, I just legitimately choose to avoid partying with you, and there’s a huge difference here.” Enel scolds back, his icy eyes following Shanks’ wake, refraining himself once again from mocking the intoxicated man and the graceless vision he’s offering. He’s already miserable enough, there’s no point in pushing on someone’s buttons when he doesn’t have the moral compass to feel ashamed anyway. Something Enel deeply adores.

After a moment, and another provocation, Enel lets loose a profound sigh, while he can’t help but give a look around. There’s no one here to bother them, and while he despises the man from being so openly unconcerned about his presence, and he also has to inly admit that he appreciates those conversations himself. “Everyone is parading compared to the sly drunkard you are, so you’re expecting a lot from me.” He states to make a point, before he eventually sits on the bench, probing his elbow on the top of it, his golden jewels softly tickling with the motion of his large body.

“So… What kind of tale do you have in mind if you truly wish to entertain me?” He offers a lazy smile, but a sincere one. If Enel is seated here, after all, it means that he’s profoundly interested.

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⚡️ regensia​​​

The promise of a fulfilling breakfast, well, whatever Rocinante wanted to cook or burn, is long time forgotten on Enel’s side. Definitely more when he’s the one straddling the man he loves, the passion and fury of his adoration for the blond blooming so easily. He usually doesn’t have to be pushed whenever he wants something carnal, but there’s a pleasant surprise in the fact that Rocinante isn’t trying to lower nor refute his morning appetite. Lips sealed, eyes closed, Enel abandons himself in this bestial connection of their kiss, his warm tongue swirling with need, but control, teasing and dancing with the other’s organ, the shirt buttons soon to surrender to his skillful fingers. While his lover is finally getting rid of that piece of clothing he finds widely bothering, he offers a sly smile, his mouth describing a line over his jaw, only to pepper it with his kindest peeks. “I’ll make amends for your empty stomach, but as I was taught during my military service, it’s important to awaken your body in the morning. I’m only concerned about your health, here.”

He hums profoundly, for a second his body shifting under the path of Rocinante’s fingers, Enel though quick to forget about the scars on his back. If anyone can touch and see them, it’s definitely the man under him, so without any hesitation, he continues to press his lips all over his collarbone, ravishing more of his skin for himself, a few plum and yellow circles mapping the blond’s neck birth in the process, new additions to an already impressive collection. His question has been also more than genuine, Enel far from being the kind of man who prefers to bottom, yet, he’s not frightened to lower his guard with his fiancé. If at first he only wanted to keep the control between the two of them, through time, his trust grew like a peaceful garden, and today he doesn’t find the idea to switch as awful as it was for him in the past. He applies more pressure over the bulge of his jeans, his thumb following the curve of his manhood, encouraging his man to give him a proper time. It seems that they are on the same page.

“Mmh, yes, I’ll have you.” Enel confirms, waves of goosebumps mapping his pale skin, the waistband of his large pants already tugged enough by his lover for his shaft to bump against his navel. He soon decides to change their positions, rolling over the mattress to lay there, probably the easiest way for the two of them to properly continue their parade. He pulls on his pants to eventually free himself, unbothered by the sudden exposition of his most intimate part, his fingers skimming the scars covering his lover’s chest, until he rolls his palm behind his nape and pulls him closer. “I guess you have your answer. I demand everything from you, and it would be a shame to spoil the job when you have these slender and appetizing fingers to use.” Enel smirks, his digits cupping the other’s hand to bring it to his mouth, as he presses Rocinante’s thumb against his lips, the tip of his tongue already teasing his limb.

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⚡️ viciousbite​

Understand his situation? Noir partially understood it, he felt it was bad, if he didn’t obey. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t fight back with his words while  he could, before he caved in and did as the man requested. His scarred and decorated fingers curled against the cloth on his lower half at the mention of breaking them. Well, he definitely wasn’t going to dance naked and he rather keep his dear outfit intact. Strange how he valued such expensive fabric and gold given to him by a man he wanted to kill in the past. 

“How kind of–” Noir began to throw in another sarcastic comment until his attention shifted to the sudden lightning aimed his way. He tried to step back, the strike too fast for his feet as an uncomfortable tingling feeling run up his legs. The scales on his legs bristled, more scales appeared only to disappear after a few  seconds as the Snake hissed. His fists clenched, his defensive nature wanted to fight back, as he shook there for a moment to calm himself down. Don’t do anything foolish, not tonight, he wanted to live a little longer. Dancing didn’t kill him and maybe if he danced well enough there might come something good out of it?

“Fine… Fine. I will dance.” Noir hissed and took in a deep breath. Lucky his poor snake wasn’t with him tonight, no casualties in that manner. He knew how to dance without the addition of a real snake distraction. He needed to forget who he danced to and let his body move by itself as if he simply trained by himself to avoid making a disgusted expression.

Once calmed down, his lips curled up into a playful grin, finger tips trailed over his jewelry. Slowly his body began to move. Every movement elegant and precise. Steps carefully placed, and no stagger with his high sandals as his hips moved along his movements. He let himself fall into a world of his own by  every second. His back bent in flexible angles whenever he went between near the floor and to dancing upon his feet. Like a snake trying to seduce its prey. His hands paid no mind to how much he ran them along his own skin or when he held upon his own naked thigh to bring his leg up and against his own body or when he bent down upon his leg. 

The world forgotten, and the man who watched him, the piercing eyes made him internally shiver. The more he danced, the more he lost himself in the moment. Forming sweat glistered upon his bare stomach as he moved his hips from side to side. Once the dance game to an end, if allowed to stop on his movement, Noir paused in a pose with his other hand pressed against the side of his own face while his other arm wrapped against his stomach. His breathing heavy and violet eyes locked upon the man’s as sharp fangs flashed between his lips.

Boredom is written all over his pale traits, his electric blue eyes unamused, and betraying his state of anger. He’s not the kind of God to be patient, his whims and desires shall be fulfilled each time he’s vowing them. Therefore, when this intruder begins to argue regarding the demand Enel voiced, he simply tilts his head, resting his cheek against his index, ready to strike. There’s nothing more infuriating but the despicable sound of someone arguing, and Enel, through his impassive face, is already growing wrathful, like a cloud of misery floating above a new land. His thunder will strike hard, and there would be another victim added on the endless list of his crimes.

“Wonderful, you can morph.” Enel mocks, his lips curled into the most devious smile, watching the dance of his scales upon their skin, right after they received an electric salvo. It was a warming, but it seems the dancer understood how threatening Enel might be. “Now, proceed, or I shall punish you more. Wasting God’s time is a crime.”

His ego swelling again with his own vision of power, Enel slumps further in his large colorful sofa, his icy blue eyes focused on the dancer. He’s definitely glad to see that the man’s face is finally shifting to something more pleasant, a grin painted over his reptilian features, and his limbs moving like waves, his flexibility easily perceptible. Enel is pleased by the show, at least for now, a long hum escaping his throat while he clicks his fingers for his servants to bring a large plate of fruits. It seems like the dancer is losing himself in the rhythm of his performance. Enel decides to remain composed for once, while he’s offended that his presence wouldn’t be celebrated properly, the dancer more focused on the music in his head than his persona.  

Biting in his apple, Enel understands that the show is over once the performer is standing there in an elegant pose, his breathing heavy. He doesn’t wish to pamper his ego with the slightest of compliments, because there’s nothing odd in pleasing God with the most epic gifts, contenting his soul with a dance requiring stamina, sense of rhythm and flexibility. That’s the least the man can offer; his best, and nothing below. Enel’s smile only widens, while his piercing stare doesn’t move from the man’s features.

“Now that you danced for me, what will you offer to stay alive?” Enel snarls, throwing his apple while he already lost interest in this particular fruit. He leans forward, his feline smile widening in the most dangerous way. There’s a small grey cloud appearing in the sky over the garden. “I have gold, I have power, I have a throne. I have everything I want, all of that in the palm of my hand.” He muses, the cloud above their heads slowly getting darker. “Dancing is a short-lived event, and I always want more. What would you sacrifice to God in order to breathe tomorrow?” The thunder cracks in the sky, Enel’s eyes never shifting. “I’m listening.”

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⚡️ chiikaramochi​

a single brow arches as the sound of thunder cracking in the air breaks the silence between them , the man possessing a powerful lightning that burst forth from his very finger tips , like he could control it with his very beck and call .  this was growing all the more interesting with each passing second .  what more surprises would this sky man show him ?  katakuri’s lips draw into a close lipped smirk beneath the fabric of his scarf .

    ❛❛  so you are …     but you’ll find in this instance , you’re the one who is prey .  ❜❜

katakuri draws in closer with trident in grasp , he had anticipated the man dropping to the ground when his conqueror’s haki was placed on display , but when the stranger continued to stand , katakuri’s heart begun to beat excitedly with adrenaline .  so someone of real power had finally dared to invade totto land ?  it had been so long since katakuri had been this raring for a fight .  the spurs of his boots leaving behind a metallic chime with every step that brought him closer .  magenta eyes so intently focused it was as if he was trying to look through the very present and into the distant future .

it still struck him as peculiar that the stranger was unaware of totto land and big mom herself , lest he was just ignorant or so far withdrawn into his own self pride that he paid attention to none but himself .  even a child knew to fear the wrath of a yonko and those that flew under their banner .  so just what was this man ?  katakuri’s questions were growing just as rapidly as his adrenaline .

    ❛❛  you speak as if you’re not human yourself .     i’ll show you that when you’re bleeding , you’re just as human as the rest of us .  ❜❜

a vision flashes before his eyes , the man raising his fingers in what looked to be preparation for an attack , katakuri widens his stance in response and holds his trident defensively .  though when the stranger instead chooses to do nothing , he confuses katakuri to the point of almost frustration .  the man was toying with him .  it looked like katakuri needed to knock him down a few notches .  pulling back his hand he thrusts it forward and with what looked to be elasticity , the reach of his arm is extended by mochi , growing long enough to reach the stranger in the sky .  he makes sure that his hand is coated in armament haki before he attempts to grip the man by the bicep and use his entire force to try lower the stranger further to the ground .

Their powers and strength are clashing like electrons in the air, both of their ego swollen with their own vision of their supposedly supremacy. Interesting, very interesting. Enel senses goosebumps covering his pale skin, more a sign of excitement than fear, at least, that’s the lie he chooses to believe. He knows that this giant in front of him is nothing but utterly dangerous, agile and strong, and he would easily rip his torso open if he ever pushes their interaction further. However, Enel is God. A lost throne is nothing in the deep nature of his persona. He lost Skypeia, but it was only a crumb in the middle of his path, his journey far from being done.

“Human, I am not.” Enel confirms, the ghost of his wings tickling his scars, as if they wish to spread. He has never been born human, after all. What happens on the unholy lands of those rats and bugs is none of his concern; as a watcher, he only travels and mocks what he sees, because that’s how a superior individual would live his life, and he hates to be compared with those he hates so deeply. “Where I come from, humans are invisible, hidden behind clouds, so we don’t see their despicable nature. Take a lion, and it would bleed the same if you hurt it; it doesn’t mean my heart, soul and bones are the same than the atrocity you are. You’d only prove that I’m alive.”

Yet, his words are soon to disappear, Enel sensing an attack coming in his direction. The thunder is cracking around their heads, his hand raised while he aims for the giant. So, he’s a devil fruit user himself? There’s nothing normal in the way he can extend the length of his limb, a strange layer covering his fist. Enel understands too late, or perhaps right in time. He saw it from afar, while he was traveling; a knowledge he wishes to grasp; efficient on people who ate a fruit like him. His wicked smile widens, his mantra operating like a second nature. Right before the giant touches him, he lowers his cloud, hoping to escape his dangerous grip. Yet, there’s something different, once again… A sensation he despises. It appears the man is gifted with the same blessing, and despite it all, his fingers manage to reach his bicep after all.  

“Pathetic.” Enel laments, clicking his fingers for his cloud to instantly disappear, his sudden fall potentially efficient for the man to lose his grip. His bottom part is turning into thunderstorms, Enel using his flexibility to send an “El Thor” with his feet, aiming for the giant’s form.

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Low activity for now on Enel, but don’t you worry he’s not entirely gone either! ⚡️

I’m just having a blast with @akaishinju and you can find me right there! 

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@viciousbite​

“ just let me sleep for five more minutes. ” //Michi.

MORNING AFTER SENTENCE (NOT ACCEPTING)

The morning rays… He can sense it over his pale skin; soft droplets of sun slowly embracing his whole persona, like a veil of beauty, enlightening his immense and flawless godly nature. Surely a spectacle crafted of perfection itself, Enel eventually opening his icy and cold blue eyes, slowly gathering his thoughts and coming back to reality. In the softness of his sheets, laid here entirely exposed, he’s soon to perceive the presence of another individual. In this holy moment, where God rises and wakes up, there’s a rotten surprise, stinking, like a piece of mud and dirt left on his bed, which immediately settles his mood to something utterly dark and dangerous. He remembers now… The heat of the night, the bottles of ambrosia, and that irresistible appetite for breaking someone. He had that urge to show his absolute power, dominating a dog-man until he was nothing but a pile of shivering mess and stuttering moans. Disgusting. 

His head follows the motion of his body, as he probes his elbow against the colorful pillow and leans on his side, jewels brushing the soft surface of the bed. He raises his index, mapping the collarbone of the man laid there, where deep and purple marks of his teeth are still present. He will carry those gifts for a few days for sure; Enel is always generous and brutal whenever he wants his pets to remember who dominated them, and who would always be their commander. At some point, that new victim of his endless quest of hedonism begins to move, his filthy presence becoming more and more unwelcome, Enel’s traits far from expressing any sort of kindness nor generosity anymore. Insolent creature. He’s now demanding five more minutes, while he has been abusing God’s time for far too long. It’s enough for Enel to flick his fingers. 

Without any warning, he presses his index against the throat of his guest, sending enough electricity in the depths of his muscles for Michi to wake up in the most brutal way. Enel is amused by the pain he senses, that veil of invisible electricity allowing him to perceive all those fickle and hidden emotions he adores. 

“What are you daring to ask for? Did I give you the permission to stay in the first place?” He snarls against his ears, before he brutally grabs Michi’s tenebrous collar, and throws the used man on the floor, definitely not bothered if his landing could be painful. “Pets are not sleeping in my bed. You’re a filth.” He adds with disgust, and waves his hand, his power enveloping his fingers, cracking in the silent atmosphere of the room. “Crawl back to the mud where you belong, or I shall roast every single inch of that useless stick you offered last night. It was a pitiful experiment, but I couldn’t hope any better from the barely humanly thing you are.”

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There’s something within Enel which can’t be controlled whenever there’s Rocinante around. Perhaps because he knows their relationship came out of a secret, a forbidden experience, and an unexpected adventure, well… At 24 years old, he’s completely enamored with the taller blond, and he doesn’t really care about his health nor his stomach, most of his blood already heading in another direction, his favorite, and where he knows nothing would be more intimate between the two of them. He was ready to fight some protests, schedule excuses, to receive a “no” as an answer for his morning mood, forcing him to let go his idea of a frisky breakfast, but Rocinante, his dearest fiancé, shares the passion of his limbs. That kind of kiss can only lead to a certain place after all.

After the oven is secured from a deadly combustion, and the two of them heading to the bed, Enel smiles when he hears the pleasant but dramatic squeak of the bed under the ass of his giant man. He’s already not very delicate most of the time, and the Birkan basically helped him ruin that piece of furniture more than once, but he has to admit that it would be almost a victory to be able to break the bed base today. He watches Rocinante undressing himself, each button of his shirt revealing a bit more of his scarred chest. Enel doesn’t waste any more time, with a swift and elegant swing of his legs, he’s straddling the man he loves, both of his arms resting over his shoulders, and his mouth there to give a curious lick onto his nose.

“Since when I didn’t entertain you enough on that matter, mmh? Are you really comparing my whole persona to that thing you dare to call a fried egg?” He asks, his voice vibrating with lust, before he seals his lips with his lover, in another desperate tongue embrace, crotch against crotch, and his lower body adding enough pressure to be certain his actions are efficient on Rocinante's mood. He knows him better with time; he can be both a man of passion and a man of softness, and right in this morning, he doesn’t wish to rush things, and to prove that he learnt his lesson. His kiss turns into something more delicate, slow, his fingers traveling over his body to get rid of that pinkish shirt, as he wants nothing more but to explore his torso.

“What a pretty man…” Enel hums when he parts to catch some air, his arctic eyes analyzing that gorgeous sight in front of them, mouth drifting over the other one’s jawline, controlling his movements again. “Is it that kind of day where I’m not the one making love to you, but you’re making love to me?” Enel snarls when his mouth presses a kiss on the other one’s lobe, his fingers moving from his waist to his abs, gently skimming his crotch to perceive Rocinante’s deepest desires. 

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“Get that shit away from me!!” Immediately his hand slapped the loaf of bread out of the air and to the ground, where Corazón wasted little time kicking it away. He didn’t care if it was a waste of food; Christ, the taste of mold and bile was already lingering at the back of his tongue, and he wasn’t sure if it was real or imagined. Either way, he felt sick. At both the bread and his fiancé’s idea of a joke. Accusatory glare landed on the Birkan, fists gripped by his side in his temper. For a man who could be so silent, he certainly could yell quite loudly.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Enel!?”

He knew his lover’s inclinations regarding bread but he didn’t ever believe it could be that bad. The second he approaches the loaf from his painted face, and he saw nothing but a feral animal ready to attack, yelling as if Enel just tried to end his life with a knife, or something even more wicked. He gasps, surprised by the burst of violence exposed right here, and the fact that Rocinante can be hide such a powerful yell. His ears are almost bleeding from the attack, and his purses his lips into a grimace. 

“Calm down, you’re ridiculous, you don’t have to make such a show for a piece of bread.” He snaps bitterly, and so hurt in his ego that he doesn’t even wish to address his own mistake. He huffs, and turns around, grumpy as hell. He would sit from a far distance, and observe his fiancé with cold eyes. 

Like a judgmental kid would do. 

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“  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ”

morning after sentence (not accepting)

He has never been a morning person. He likes the comfort of his bed, whenever he has the privilege to find one, even more when his mattress is shared with someone he loves. The emptiness of the sheets made him understand right away that Rocinante was an early riser this morning, and that burning smell coming from the little kitchen, in that wooden cabin, a hint regarding his intentions to feed the both of them despite his atrocious cooking skills. Cute. Enel smiles, his arctic eyes closed for now, before he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, and decides to join his handsome blond lover standing near the oven.

He wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him closer, his mouth traveling on the top of his shoulders, quite in a certain needy mood. “I didn’t know you had a death wish right in the morning. You’re five seconds away from burning the whole place down, you know that, Roci?” Enel teases, wondering if they will have to part anytime soon, now that they have been together for a few days. He saw Rocinante preparing his clownish outfit yesterday…

Eager, and selfish, Enel applies a bit of pressure over his lover’s hips, forcing him to turn around and focus his attention on his persona. Right there, he traps him against the kitchen’s island, his mouth traveling over his pecs, before he puts himself on his tiptoes to kiss those lips he adores so much. His intentions are clearly shown in the way he’s adding passion to their mouthy exchange, his tongue breaking the barrier of his lips, sliding inside of his lover’s cavity, both of their bodies colliding in the motion. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he doesn’t care if Rocinante is starving; he’s looking for another kind of fun. However, to prevent any unwelcome accident, one of his hands moves from his body to the oven, and turns it off for now.

That sentence leaving Rocinante’s throat is what he has been looking for. His smirk widens, before he pulls on his belt, nodding, his lips attacking his neck once again. “Yes, that’s exactly where we’re heading.” Enel mutters, using a bit of strength to motion their bodies, and throws his birdy clumsy man right onto the the mattress… and without damages, hopefully.