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Rin is not beating the fraud allegations. Hugo peak. Loki newly acquired husbando.
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summary: you are short and the boys can't take you seriously
characters: sae, kaiser, hugo, rin, loki, shidou, reo, nagi, bunny, noel
warnings and wtv: ooc, reader is very short, wtv shidou is on, foul language, the boys are just menaces, mentions of killing
Inspo: request by anonâ€
dividers: @diviniyae
Mercy
Till death do us part?
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when you needed him the most, your boyfriend didn't show up. but noel did. he always would.
â âĄ. o đđšđ§đđđ§đ: afab!reader, hurt/lots of comfort, childhood friends to lovers, heavy on mutual pining, man yearns for a decade, reader fell in love and realized it a decade later because she was busy with other stuff, athlete injury, cheating, manhandling, explicit sexual content ft. unprotected sex, cream pie, piv, oral, rough sex. (word count: 5k)
Every waiting room looks the same. Youâre aware thatâs not the truth, this one is ways fancier than any from you childhood daysâif the leather armchair and expensive water bottles count as evidence. Considering how much you pay for this clinic, that's the bare minimun.
But still, they do look the same. Chairs not made to sit on for long, air slightly colder than it would be comfortable, doctors waiting on the other side of the door. The sort of place you shouldn't stay on, only pass by from time to time.
Sitting on the same armchair for almost an hour, that very knowledge sinks into you. You shouldnât have stayed here for this long. No matter how much you move, you could never get comfortable on a place that smells like medicine and salt.
You feel the recepcionist gaze burn your skin from time to time. Sheâs polite. Gentle, even. Offered you coffee a couple of times, asked if you needed a better support for you broken leg. It doesnât stop you from knowing she's taking pity on you.
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Pairing: Ada Wong x bio-weapon gn! reader
Summary: You're an experiment, a piece of government property and it's all you've even known but that changes when Ada wants you and she always gets what she wants.
Tags: living weapon, abuse, brain-washing, grooming, deprivation of liberty, angst, water-boarding,
Day 1
You'd never worked with anyone before, at least no one except your maker, but that had changed as well. Change. You'd come to despise it; some knew change as a part of life and a process that came with good as well as bad. For you, change only brought more suffering. They mocked you, saying you had no spirit and you were weak and broken. But maybe you knew better than to bite the hand that holds your noose.
You hadn't paid much attention to Ada Wong at first, your movements coded but fluid, memorised instead of instinct. It would make sense for her to notice. You acted like a machine.
Instead, what Ada did took you by surprise. She talked to you as opposed to talking at you.
"I'm surprised you haven't at least tried to get this."
She dangled the clicker buttons from its small chain between her fingers, close to your face, lightly taunting you.
The sound of those buttons was so deeply ingrained in you; you flinched at seeing it. You rarely did; the facility that owned you didn't allow you to see the remote, so you couldn't tell if it was the fake button being pressed on the one connected to your shock collar. You lived in complete agony at the sound of clicking, and they preferred you that way. You were obedient.
You stayed silent until told otherwise. She might've been a new face. But she was the same type.
"I thought you'd have a little more spirit, 'KM-02'; you're supposed to be a killing machine, and yet you haven't freed yourself."
"I'm loyal." Your voice came out flat as you tried not to grit your teeth, the remote still in her hand, and even if she wasn't touching it, the pain, the memory of the pain, filled you with nausea.
"No, you're not. You're complacent."
"I'm working."
Ada just smiled. You hated it; you'd rather be mocked and beaten than toyed with.
Day 13
You'd made a mistake.
A target you were supposed to incapacitate, and you'd killed them â out of habit; it's what you had been made for...
The punishment would be severe, and despite yourself, you'd been shaking. Teeth dug into your bottom lip so they wouldn't clatter; your legs were weak. They wouldn't throw you away at least â you were too useful for that; you'd go hungry for a while.
You were so caught up in your overwhelming fear you had completely dissociated from your surroundings until Ada pulled you aside.
"You're a mess." She hissed, and you had assumed she was talking about your trembling until you followed her eyes to a bleeding gash on your side.
"Get down; you're bleeding."
You stumbled onto the ground, and she followed you, kneeling onto the ground and pulling a first aid kit from the heavy backpack you'd been forced to carry around since you were a teenager.
So that's what it was for. Not that you had ever known to use it when you were injured; they'd never told you to use it. So you hadn't. Crawling back to the facility with broken limbs and a snail trail of blood behind you.
"Stop shaking; you'll be fine; it's not that bad." But Ada's jaw was clenched. As if this actually bothered her.
"I'm fi-fi-fine; we n-nnneed to finish the mission."
"You'd just slow me down; we're stopping here. Let me fix you up."
Her voice softened.
Maybe she'd caught on, you hoped. Maybe she would save you. It was a pitiful request, brought on by a lack of blood flow. You expected someone to help you, to save you when throughout your life it had become apparent that you were alone. In that way the two of you were alike.
"You're wasti-ing your t-ttime."
Ada hummed, not arguing with you but not stopping either. The fear began to wear off, and you felt the searing pain of your wound more. You ignored it as you'd been trained to do.
When Ada returned you to the facility, you thought of her in between the slap of the wet towel over your face.
You gripped the sides of the bathtub and pretended it was her porcelain skin.
Day 39
"You fucking idiot." Your general's gun came swinging into your face, smashing your nose, and you stumbled onto your knees, reflex tears welling in your eyes.
"What? Are you going to cry? Why is it always - losing - its - shit."
He kicked you in between enunciating his words, your stomach already tensing on impact out of memory. You were lying on the floor, mouth filled with your own blood and spit, when he suddenly stopped.
The laughter of the other men surrounded you. It didn't matter; it's not like you preferred any other pronouns. It was easier to be 'it'; it was easier to be a weapon and to be a good one than to get stuck on your lack of human rights.
"You're lucky she's here. Ada Wong, your personal little saviour, right?" He sneered with disgust, spitting on your face.
"I see the way you look at her, fucking pathetic. You can't hide KM-02. I'll be waiting for you when you get back. Clean yourself the fuck up."
You ran cold water over your face, using your fingers to wipe the blood off but leaving your face wet. You couldn't bear to use towels to dry your face anymore; the fear of being suffocated again would jolt within you, and you'd sooner rip your own arm off.
Ada gave you a once-over when she saw your dishevelled figure, blood still staining your worn uniform, eyes unwilling to reveal any emotion.
It was until you were waiting for your target, sniper rifle set up, before she spoke, surprising you once more, just like the first day you had met her.
"You're not going to ask me why you're here, K?"
A nickname? You brushed it off.
It made sense for her to try and humanise you. People either tried to convince you to act more human or dehumanised you into an object. You'd come to realise you made me most uncomfortable. With your willingness, your silence, your obedience. They either took advantage of you whole-heartedly or were ashamed for using you. You couldn't figure out which one Ada was, but she had to be one. All humans were the same.
"I do as I'm told. My objective isn't to ask questions; it's to kill."
"Ask me," she said firmly.
"Why am I here, Ms Wong?"
The corner of her lips curved up ever so slightly. Her hand reached out towards your face, and you flinched before her hand grasped your chin, fingers resting over your cheeks.
"Relax. I've never hurt you."
"You could."
"If I wanted to, I would have already, KM-02. God knows your employers don't care what condition you come back in."
She narrowed her eyes, and you pondered how weird it felt to hear the facility in charge of you called your employers. As if you got a wage, as if this was just a job. You'd prefer captors. Abusers.
"You should escape for your own good, you know. They will kill you eventually. Surely you know that."
You certainly didn't dwell on the fact.
"Maybe I want that." Her fingers traced the dried blood under your nose.
"I could help with that." She said liltingly, her voice blanketed in amusement.
You scoffed, laughing a little. The sound was awkward, as if you'd never done it before, something you'd learnt by mimicking the laughs of men while torturing you.
"After we finish this mission, I need you out of there. That's an order, KM-02."
Maybe your last, you hoped. You decided that if Ada was telling you to leave, you might as well. You had nothing to lose and everything to gain. You trusted her in a stupid childish way. You trusted her with your life.
She slipped a piece of paper into your palm.
"Duly noted."
Day 40
You dragged your bloody body to the fire exit stairs at the back of the address you'd been given. The blood wasn't yours for once. You'd gone overboard, slaughtering most of the staff. Not that 'overboard' meant they didn't deserve it, but you gave them more of a reason to go after you.
You left a note in sprawling handwriting of words you weren't sure you spelt right; writing wasn't a skill you got to practise. You told them you wouldn't say anything, that you intended to disappear, and so they shouldn't look. That if you ever saw any of them again, you would wipe the corporation off the face of the planet.
They'd likely come looking anyway.
For now you were free: free of the clicker, the shock collar, and of fear. You'd leak onto Ada's back door, hesitating on whether to knock. She wouldn't want to house something as dangerous as you; you would put a huge target on her back. It was impractical. So why did she give you her address? Why did she want you?
You knocked, resting on the door, exhausted. Your breaths came in heaves.
Ada opened the door, dressed in black silk that would have made heat pool in your lower abdomen if you didn't feel so anxious.
"Hey." You said feebly, and she raised an eyebrow, clearly amused at the sight of you with blood splattered across your face and body.
"Cute. Come in; you're making a mess again."
AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER YIPEEEEE
I think I can repost these now
People usually don't believe me when I say: "I'm reading porn, don't look.", and then lean in to read. Let's just say, I have a bunch of new nicknames (surprisingly creative) and my phone becomes my "source of educational documents".
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Me when straight up smut
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Me when very well-described kissing/makeout/dry humping/fondling/cuddling:
i just think smut isnt as hot as heavy "makeouts" idk WHY OMFG (jus wanna see if anyone feels the same way lol)
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Yandere Leon Kennedy, female reader.
Synopsis: Debt-stricken and broke, you accept the attention of Mr. Kennedy, who seems almost too happy to have you. But after one careless confession, the man who adored you begins to reshape your world in ways you never imagined.
based on this short piece.
Multiple-Chapter Work II AO3 Il đŒ.
This story contains sugar dating / transactional relationships, power imbalance, manipulative or possessive dynamics, psychosis, female body horror, violence, and disturbing imagery. Reader discretion is advised. Minors please do not interact.
Chapter TWs: sugar dating / transactional relationship dynamics, financial dependency, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, coercion, possessiveness, pressure to disclose feelings, boundary testing in physical intimacy, intense emotional highs and lows, psychological pressure, discussions of violence and death, dark philosophical musings, references to historical and human cruelty, discussions of psychopathy, stress and anxiety, isolation, and obsessive attention.
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"I am serious, dearie!â
âNana, they're just eyesâ you slid the eyeliner across your waterline with a slow, careful movement, pausing every time you blinked. Your phone rested atop the jewelry box, speaker on as one of the very evenings when your grandmother slipped into a philosophical mood: for the past twenty minutes, she'd been âanalyzingâ the picture you sent her of Mr.Kennedy, of which she didn't sound much comfortable looking at.Â
âDearie, I know what I'm talking about. I've seen this before and he indeed has something wicked behind his eyes!â Her voice came out confidently aware, in a tone of an oracle who dwelled deep in the forest, or a Sufi who reached the ultimate union with some sort of celestial power. you did adore herâ she's the one who got you here today after years of care and stubborn love, but these fortune telling moods made you as frustrated as equally they made you amused. You moved to the other eye, educating her like you'd correct a child who skipped to hundred after learning how to count to ten âNana, his eyes are like that because he inherited them from his parents, It's normal. we all take after someone in the family, especially in eyesâ you paused, blinking the itch out of your eye before adding âAnd Mr.Kennedy is such a kind and generous man, He'd been taking me out and treating me well. If he had any bad intentions, he would've shown them a while ago, but it's been three months and he's still as gentle as before.â
HEADCANONS ZENO X READER
TW: afab reader, NSFW, praise kink, mirror kink, BDSM, soft dom Zeno, SFW, eat out, angst, trauma, inferiority complex, emotional instability, self-loathing, mentions of nightmares, psychological distress, breeding kink, soft sex, Unprotected sex, AFAB Anatomy, vaginal sex...+
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Being close to Zeno was already complicated, but having a relationship with him was even more so.
When you entered his life, he was still in the middle of a whirlwind of emotions and discoveries. His search to become stronger often blinded him and made him act similarly to Weskerâthough never quite the same. After all, there was still humanity behind that thick shell, like a lamb in wolfâs clothing.
Zeno doesnât just think heâs unworthy of loveâhe despises any display of affection or pity directed at him. Even if it comes from you, if he notices the slightest hint of pity in your eyes, heâll snap and storm off in anger.
Zeno has a habit of watching you quietly when youâre distractedâreading, cooking, talking, or even sleeping. Not in a creepy way, but in a disbelieving way, like heâs trying to understand why someone like you would stay with him. Sometimes you catch him staring and he immediately looks away and mutters something defensive like: "Donât get the wrong idea. I was just⊠thinking."
He hates admitting it, but he constantly compares himself: âIâm just a poorly made copy.â You try to comfort him, telling him that heâs a different person from what Wesker was, and thatâs exactly what makes him special. But the silver-haired man refuses to listen, laughing bitterly as he says you could never understand what itâs like to be seen as a defective clone.
Affection feels strange to him, but it isnât unwelcome.
He always believed he was unworthy of love, that no one could ever truly fall for him. When you stayed despite his outbursts and his Napoleon complex, Zeno began to realize that what he truly needed wasnât to be feared by everyoneâbut to be understood and loved.
The two of you would spend nights watching the stars together. He would listen as you whispered plans for the future, and every time you included him in those dreams, it became one of the rare moments when he could genuinely smile. âAll of that, little one? Sounds fun⊠weâll definitely do it.â
The older man would say it in a calm voice reserved only for you. You were the only person who ever gave him good memories, and he was genuinely grateful for that.
Aside from the days when he became obsessively focused on surpassing Wesker and becoming more powerful; Zeno was a pleasant partner most of the timeâespecially considering you had been together for quite a while. He spoiled you with his black card, insisted on taking you out, and helped you with your shopping. And even though he pretended to hate it, he secretly loved when you kissed him in public. To him, it meant you werenât ashamed to be seen with him. And in that moment, that was the only validation he needed.
Zeno has extremely light sleepâif you're not beside him, he wakes up constantly. But when you're there, he sleeps much deeper; sometimes he unconsciously holds your wrist or shirt while sleeping, like he's making sure you're still there. If you try to leave the bed too early, he pulls you back half-asleep: âSix more minutes⊠donât disappear yet.â
He has a habit of removing his glasses only when the two of you are alone. The marks on his face become more visible, and he lowers his gaze, silently waiting for you to touch them. When you kiss one of the scars, his whole body trembles and he groans softly. âDamn it, darling⊠you really know how to make me weak.â
Zeno also collects the small things you accidentally leave behindâa hair tie, a note, a strand of hairâand keeps them inside an aluminum cigarette case tucked in his coat. Whenever he spends too long away from you, he turns to those little things you left behind: small fragments that remind him he still has a safe harbor to return to, even in the middle of all the chaos.
Despite his superhuman strength, he carries you as if you were made of glass. After losing his powers near Elpis, he still tries to lift you and almost fallsâlaughing awkwardly as he says: âSorry⊠Iâm still getting used to being⊠normal.â
If you take care of him during this crisis, heâll be deeply gratefulâbut it wonât be easy. Zeno already had an extreme inferiority complex before (made even worse by Dr. Victorâs mockery after he lost his powers). Because of that, he becomes more guarded, trying to push you away, training until his muscles ache and he collapses exhausted on the floor on some random Tuesday.
The silver-haired man wasnât used to feeling painâlet alone wounds that took months or even years to truly heal. For the first time in a long time, he felt fragile⊠more fragile than he had in years.
Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat after a nightmare where someone takes you away from him, and he can do nothing but watch. He tries everything he can for youâanything money can buy, heâll give youâbut his greatest fear is simply losing you one day.
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When you bite his throat, scratch down his back until you draw thin red lines, or suck a bruise onto his collarbone where his shirt collar barely hides it, he groans like heâs been wounded in the best way. âFuckâYes honey⊠show to everyone Iâm taken... Show I belong to you.â The validation of being visibly claimed overrides his usual shame.
Foreplay is indispensable for him â Zeno is the type of man who secretly craves being subtly teased in public. A slow hand sliding up his thigh under the table during a dull business dinner, your warm breath and soft, filthy whispers against his ear while everyone else drones on, or the âaccidentalâ graze of your fingers over the growing bulge in his pants as you shift in the passenger seat. Each touch sends a visible jolt through him â jaw tightening, breath catching, eyes darkening behind those tinted glasses â but he never stops you. Instead, he leans in just enough to murmur low and rough against your hair: âKeep that up, darling⊠and I wonât wait until weâre home.â
He used to avoid mirrors â hated seeing the scars, and the reflection of a face that he wasn't sure if it was still his own staring back. But once you start fucking in front of one, something shifts. You make him watch: watch how your body arches for him, how your eyes never leave his even when he tries to look away. âSee that, honey?â he whisper while heâs pounding into you from behind, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other pinning your hip. âThatâs you making me lose my fucking control...â It becomes a ritual. Heâll fuck you in front of the mirror until he can finally look at his own reflection without flinching â because he sees you wrecked and blissed-out because of him.
He prefers leather cuffs, silk ties, or his own hands pinning you down over elaborate shibari (too fussy, too vulnerable to "perform"). He loves wrists bound above your head so he can see your face â every flinch, every gasp, every time your eyes roll back. Heavy restraint makes him feel in total control, but he always leaves one hand free to touch your face or let you grab his hair if you need grounding.
He has a massive praise kink on the giving side â calling you âmy perfect little thingâ âso fucking good for meâ âlook how beautifully you take what I give you.â Hearing you whimper or beg under his words makes him rock-hard. But he secretly craves receiving it too. When you whisper âYou're so strong,â âI love how you control me...â or âNo one else could make me feel this safe.â mid-scene, his rhythm falters â he grips you harder, thrusts deeper, voice breaking into a rough âSay it again⊠fuck, say it.â It's the closest he gets to admitting he needs reassurance.
He likes spanking and slapping (on the thighs or assânever the face unless itâs been pre-negotiated), as well as light flogging. He starts in control, building the intensity slowly based on your reactions. The sound of his palm connecting, your sharp inhale, the way your skin blooms red⊠it quiets the noise in his head. If you safeword or tense up in the wrong way, he stops instantly, switching to soothing rubs and soft kisses over the marks heâs left behind. Before he ever hits you in the face during sex, he asks about it at least three separate timesâbefore either of you is too turned on to think clearly. And even in the moment, right before raising his hand, he asks again: âAre you sure, darling?â If the answer is yes, he begins with gentle slaps to your face while forcefully fucking your pussyâHe'll only really slap you hard in the face after a few sessions and tests, and when he finally does, he'll be completely different. He'll make you open your mouth and spit on your tongue, ordering you to swallow while giving you a hard slap on the cheek at the end, all so that after sex he can give soft kisses to the red mark that's leftn in your skin.
He begs to cum inside without protection (even knowing the risks). When you allow it, he enters slowly, holds your thighs open and fucks you deep, rhythmically, groaning hoarsely: âLet me... please... let me mark you like this. I want to see my cum dripping out of you afterwards.â Every time he cums inside, he stays still, still hard, pressing his hips against yours to "hold" everything in, whispering "D-Don't leave... stay with me... pleaseâyou're the only real thing I still have... I love youâPlease honey... I just love you s-so fucking much..."
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A/N: yes... I'm alive
Twist of Tides: Doflamingo Part 3
MDNI
Soulmate series inspired by @gav-san's Cosmic Joke collection.
True soulmates hear each other long before they see each other. Touch minds before bodies. Discover the wonders of love in isolation.
Or, you're trapped with a maniac in the back of your mind, and you'd like a refund. Please and thank you.
Content warning: Dub con/non con, Doflamingo is his own warning, Doflamingo is a sadist and a villain, smut, financial manipulation, emotional manipulation, no healthy relationships, everyone's screwy, anxiety, self-worth issues, panic attacks
I do not curate tag lists, but I reply to comments when new chapters go live.
Master List
The Look of Love: Shanks + one more...
Shanksâs eyes reflect someone who has lived life and will share nothing. His expression is sometimes blank, his lips thin, and his red eyes clouded as if he is in deep thought. What about? He wouldnât ever say. His crew grabs his attention, and suddenly his thin line turns into a grin; his eyes are a little more full of emotion than before, but somehow his simper doesnât quite reach them. Heâll grab a cup of rum, hold it high, and chug it as if his last day is tomorrow.
He looks at you then. His eyes twinkle with mischief and sincerity.
Shanks has a habit of finding you in a crowded room, no matter who heâs talking to. It could be a serious discussion with Bennâcaptain voice, ruthlessness, and allâand heâd search for you. Wonder what youâd do in certain situations, wonder what youâre possibly thinking. Being an Emperorâs lover has to be jarring, especially his. (His crew respects you for even dealing with him. Lucky makes that known, with him boasting about his captainâs loverâs spine and how strong it must be.)
You do find his gaze most of the time. Itâs hard not to, he realizes. He does have a habit of staring at someone as if heâs poking them, whether gently or sharply. Your eyes have a sparkle to mirror his own, and he wonders who he mustâve pleased to have gained someone who matches his energy.
He calls you over, and you wave your hand to gesture that youâre alright. He ignores it. He wants to feel your body close to his own, and he always gets what he wants half the time.
(Manga spoilers ahead.)
PAST LIVES.
summary: you had to leave because youâre you. and the reason he loved you was because of that. and who you areâhas always been someone who leaves.
pairings: shanks x gn!reader
đ: reader & shanks are childhood friends. reader also grew up alongside the roger pirates. angst. yearner shanks (oh, i love him). reuniting after a loooong time.
đ: 838 words.
đ: this hurts my heart đ„č but i love angst so much itâs crazy⊠some parts are inspired by the movie âpast livesâ. go check it out !! itâs lovely (and aching, in a good way) <3
Through the bars of a cell do you see the stars are shackled too? (Platonic)
Welp yall, here it is! The 13k magnum opus I somehow wrote
Not sure if itâs any good but thatâs for you guys to decide
Masterlist for this series đđđ đ„đąđŹđ: @peachsuka28 @emptynessinmyworld @badluckinfrench @j-s-l-m @tigerfang-rage @madokamagicaa @rymtea @angstylittleb1tch @badluckinfrench @emmbny @kenkenmaaa @yunho-leeknow @chibiduck @spqce-bun @coca-cola-fiend @Koifishpoond
If there was one thing Kaido knew about life was that it sucked.Â
Day after day was a consistent drag of disappointment and bellowing sorrow.
there were only a few things that made it slightly bearable as he went from suicide attempt to suicide attempt as to finally end his own agony.
Booze
The company of a woman (alway Black Maria)
The thought of someone finally being worthy to kill him.
And the recollection of memories.
I'm having a tiny bit of a Mihawk brainrot if you can't tell. I'm not sure if his past was ever really elaborated on so there are most likely mistakes in my interpretation because I am not caught up to the Anime yet.
Just imagine...
Growing up together with the very boy that will in the future claim not only the title of "Strongest Swordsman in the World" but will also eventually become one of the Seven Warlord's of the sea. Hawk Eyes Mihawk is a name that will one day struck fear in everyone that hears it, whether it's a pirate, a marine or an innocent citizen.
Yet you have known him ever since both of you were just tiny children. You know all of his quirks, his likes and dislikes and all of his most sacred secrets and most embarrassing moments which he made you promise would be kept only between the two of you.
And Mihawk knows you just as much. He knows of all your dreams and your biggest fears, has been your shoulder to cry on whenever your heart was struck with grief, has witnessed all of your shenanigans and despite his better judgement has even participated in some of your reckless decisions, even if to simply be the one who ultimately saves you from any big troubles.
The dynamic between the two of you has always been like this. You have always been the dreamer, the one who has their heads in the clouds and loves romanticising everything. He can't even recall how often you spent your time excitedly recounting to him a dream you had in your sleep or proclaimed to him excitedly about a new ambition you had in life, every week a new one. One time you told him you wanted to be a doctor, another one you wanted to be a vet and the next time you announced your new dream of wanting to be a shipwright. You were like a pot just foaming over with dreams and positivity.
Mihawk on the other hand has always been your voice of reasoning and the guardian who is always right next to you when your excitement led to an impulsive and poorly made choice. He has always been the one who was your silent yet loyal shadow and the one you could always count on, even if he has dubbed you as an "idiot". He has always been the one who just sat there and silently listened to all of your excited rambling when the words were tumbling out faster from your mouth than you could form them, even despite reminding you that you should probably soon make up your mind whenever you discarded your old dream for a new one. You truly are a scatterbrained fool at times yet he has a weak spot for that bright glimmer in your eyes, a light as bright as the sun.
As adolescence catches up with you two, you stay the same dreamy fool who tends to daydream throughout the day, so deeply immersed in your own thoughts that time and your surroundings are forgotten.
Mihawk remains as the one person you are closest with and is the one who protects you from walking into doors, buildings or people when he realises that you space out again as you let your imagination run wild. Yet as he grows up from a boy to a man, his feelings for you mature. Both of you have always been exceptionally close to each other but it is only as his mind matures and becomes more complex that he starts questioning how he truly feels about you. You have always been the dearest person to his heart but as a child he has never truly considered your relationship as deeply as he does now. You've just always been the person he has known best and with whom he has shared the most, from the good to the bad. You have always been special to him yet it is only now that he realises just how special you really are to him.
He loves you.
He loves your ditzy and airheaded personality, your joyful laugh and the constant glow in your eyes as you look at the world around you as if you are discovering it for the first time and he especially loves the excited shimmer in your eyes when you tell him about your dreams.
Knowledge alone is only half the work though. Mihawk, who was back then only a flicker of what he will be in the future, doesn't know how to express those emotions he has for you. All he knows that he feels very intensely for you and he finds himself overwhelmed with this discovery. It is all chaotic and hectic inside of his heart and his mind. It is something new that frightens him over so slightly as he doesn't know how to control his feelings just yet which is why he decides to wait. To wait until he has understood his love for you a bit better before he will tell you how he feels about you.
Eventually both of you leave the island you grew up together in favor setting sail and heading towards the Grand Line. Both of you had dreams of your own yet neither one of you was at that time ready to separate from each other just yet. Mihawk's feelings for you have only grown since he became cognizant of them for the first time and they only intensify with each passing day, not enabling him to understand them nor to fully control them.
So used has he grown to having you all for himself though that he finds himself uncomfortable and possessive when you choose to engage with locals on an island both of you have landed on, an eerily intense look in those golden eyes of his that seemingly try to pierce the very soul of the person you choose to give your attention too despite him standing right next to you. It always spooks people and you can only slap him on his chest as you chastise him for his rude behavior, although he knows that you are never truly mad at him. Even he is secretly just glad that you give him your undivided attention again, even if he is grumbling as he defends himself against your little lectures.
Both of you enter the Grandline together and it is then that you finally decide to bring up the idea of you two finally separating. Initially Mihawk is quite reluctant as you suggest that idea to him. Wouldn't it be safer for both of you to stick together? After all neither of you two knows what lies ahead in those oceans. You are quite persistent though as you explain to him that you would like to achieve your dreams by yourself and that you think he should do the same. You clarify yourself by assuring him that you don't plan to never see him again but that you would like to do your best without his help with your own strength.
He feels the lump in his throat as he hears your reasons behind your suggestion, his mind struggling to imagine how it would be if you wouldn't been with him and he finds himself drawing a blank as soon as he attempts to consider it. You are someone he has always known throughout his entire life and even hearing your suggestion has his heart shaking with the thought of your absence if that were to really happen.
You two have always been together. Why would you want to change that now?
Both of you spend a lot of time arguing over this issue but ultimately you win him over, the light in your eyes persuading him by tugging at all of his heartstrings. His obsession has just started to bud and it isn't until a while later that it springs to its full awakening which is why Mihawk eventually caves in and agrees to your suggestion.
Both of you separate at the next island you land on but both of you make a promise to each other. That you'll meet again on this very island one year from now on to see how far you two have come with your dreams.
His heart is heavy when both of you bid each other goodbye, his hands holding yours tightly as he relishes one last time for the next long year in your brightness. The words he has been wanting to tell you for a while now linger on his tongue, the temptation strong to let you know about his feelings for you in a last feeble hope that his love may change your mind. Yet he knows as he looks into your beaming eyes that your mind has already been set so he can only swallow his feelings back, although he vows that when you two will see each other again, he will be strong enough to finally confess his love to you.
One year passes and he returns to the same island as a completely different person. Within only one year Mihawk has risen to unbelievable fame. He feels content with what he has achieved within the last year as he has grown into the strong man he swore to be one year ago on this very island and considers himself now ready to finally tell you about how he truly feels for you. The budding obsession as blossomed over the last year as your absence has forced him to fully acknowledge as well as embrace everything he has been feeling for you and now more than ever before does Mihawk plan to keep you by his side.
Only that you never show up.
Initially Mihawk decides to ignore the growing heaviness in his heart as he decides that maybe you experience some delay. The weather in the Grandline is after all infamous for its changing mood. So he waits for you.
One day.
Two days.
Three days...
With every sunset that he witnesses on the island, he feels a part of him silently dying with it. Emotions brew up inside of him as a few days turn into nearly an entire month and he finally can't deny the haunting truth anymore he has been trying to deny.
You won't return.
His heart shatters as he finally acknowledges this fact. There are so many emotions inside of him, far too many for him to identify each one of them as they blur together into one big storm that has his chest tightening and his heart silently screaming.
Why didn't you return?
He can only come up with two possible explanations and he truly doesn't know which one would be worse. Either you have forgotten about him and the promise you two made or you have died on the sea.
He dedicates months trying to find out the truth about what happened to you. He reads every single newspaper, somehow dreading yet hoping to find an article mentioning your name yet he is always left disappointed. He travels to the island he knew you were heading to after both of you separated in hopes of gathering information yet no one from the locals can give him any useful information about you. He goes through all the newest bounty posters to see if your name and face appear anywhere only to be left with a growing hole in his heart.
The last hope of his is finally shattered when he sails all the way back to the place both of you grew up in only to be met with the same dreadful emptiness as no one in the town has heard of you since him and you left the island on a ship over a year ago.
Nothing.
There is no trace of your existance in the world, no matter how long he searches for you as if you were only a fickle imagination of his own. He doesn't know whether you have forgotten about him, if something has happened to you or if you have met your end somewhere on those unpredictable seas.
It is a torment unlike anything he has ever experienced as the lack of knowledge drains him slowly and tortures him as he is unable to find any closure. No matter what, Mihawk seems to be destined to suffer one way or another. Hope is titled as the most beautiful thing in the world yet it is hope that only prolongs his suffering as a part of him is unable to accept the possibility of your death until he has proof.
As months turn into years, his heart shrinks and withers like a flower deprived of water and sunlight. The ambitious and determined man turns into a husk of what he was, his dream stolen from him without having been able to do anything. There is a growing resentment sharply directed against himself as the last few days with you haunt him.
He shouldn't have agreed to separate from you. If he would have just been more insistent, would you still be here with him?
The anguish of his lost dream nestles itself deeply into his shriveled heart as the perpetual heartbreak changes him. Colours seem to fade from the world around him as a feeling of numbness spreads like roots in the earth. There is nothing that excites him anymore, not even when he is dubbed as the strongest swordsman in the world. The title and the reputation that comes with it hold no meaning to him anymore, not when he doesn't have you to share his glory with. The hole in his chest is torn open as time flies by and every ship that crosses his path is dragged into his suffering as he wields Yoru against them. There is no meaning behind the carnage he leaves behind but he has lost sight of why he should care, the dwelling bitterness and sorrow inside of him tainting his honor.
He has lost the ability to live, feels more akin to a ghost as he drifts through the seas and clashes with opponents who are swatted away like flies only to be forgotten by him soon after.
There is a new listlessness clinging to him, his sharp eyes unable to see the worthwhile in this world now that you are gone. Everything is buried deep inside his chest and mind though so that no one can ever have those memories and feelings he has shared with you. Some people hoard gold and jewels, Mihawk's most precious treasure are the memories he has made with you over the years as there is nothing else he has left of you.
When the Marine offers him the title of a Warlord, he is only half the man he used to be. Surely you would have objected to this offer as you have always been rather warily of the government and if he would have been the man he once was, he would have sliced the person who had made such a ridiculous offer to him into dices.
That man is already dead though...
He accepts the offer after a while, although not because he is suddenly fond of the very people he used to hunt down. He just doesn't know what he should do with himself anymore. It feels like his life has halted and is just waiting for you to return, even if by now he has a feeling that he will never see you again, forever left in the darkness about your fate.
Someone once said that time heals all wounds. Those words are a lie. Mihawk doesn't heal as years just seem to trickle by faster than he can even realise. There is nothing of substance to his life, nothing worth to remember. Only the hole where his heart used to be reminds him that he is still breathing, the haunting emptiness inside of him something that will remain the only thing loyal to him until his body rots away.
The presence is barely something he takes notice of as he only lives in the past in his mind, clinging to every memory he has of you out of unadulterated fear that he may eventually forget what your voice sounded like or how you always looked at him with those bright eyes. If even those memories were to abandon him, he would lose even the grasp of his own identity within the never-ending cycle of the dull and forgetful life he lives now.
Many years later a miracle happens though. He finds you. On a random island within the Grand Line, he finds you again.
He doesn't even want to believe it when he initially sees your face. Maybe his mind is just playing tricks on him out of delusional desperation but as golden eyes trail you, he realises that he hasn't gone mad. It is you...
The weight of uncertainty that he has been carrying around with him for so many nights suddenly evaporates, its haunting shadow covering him no more.
There is no relief though for him though. No matter what outcome would have proved to be true, he always knew that he would end up getting hurt.
Why are you here? Where were you during all those years? How could you abandon him and betray his feelings so easily?
In that moment, as he stands there motionlessly as only his gaze follows you, he feels like a small boy again. Helpless, confused and hurt beyond words. Emotions he has been hiding behind inner walls for years threaten to burst out of him and an urge to unleash all of those seething emotions overcomes him yet none of those thoughts or desires are ever put into action. As if someone put a spell on him, Mihawk finds himself unable to move, as rigid as a statue. Perhaps his body is just in shock and in hindsight it is good that he finds himself unable to act in that moment to gain some semblance of control again. Otherwise who knows what he would have done in that moment.
He watches as you stroll through the city, your laughter which used to bring him only comfort and warmth seemingly mocking him as he feels a new shadow swallowing him up and filling his heart with a bitter taste.
Betrayal. You betrayed him.
You willingly chose to break the promise you two made decades ago and discarded him as if he were an disposable object instead of the person who spent your entire youth with you.
Did you even once consider how he would feel? Do you have any idea what he turned into because of your decision?
You left him! Didn't even bother to contact him to let him know that you were still alive! Whilst he spent endless days and nights mourning after you, driving himself insane as he didn't know of your fate, you were on this island and enjoyed your life!
A life without him.
Did he mean that little to you for you to make the decision to never see him again so easily? Did all the years he was by your side mean nothing to you?
His heart dies as he can only stand there and follow you with his gaze. All heartbreak, all of the grief that have eaten him alive from the inside out for countless seasons drain in the new cold rage that suddenly floods his veins, his pupils narrowing as his gaze zooms in on your smiling face.
What use did it have to mourn someone who lives? What use did it have to feel heartbroken over someone who clearly doesn't care about the pain he went through?
Mihawk has already wasted too much time dwelling in his own self-pity and in that moment he despises you for the shell you have turned him into.
You made the decision to disappear without a word. Now it is time for you to pay the consequences of that decision. He isn't here to catch up with you for old times sake after all.
No. He is here to take you.
And just as you didn't care about his feelings during all those years, this time he won't care for yours either. He doesn't care to hear your reasons and he doesn't care about your apologies if you should dare to voice them to his face. It is already too late for any of that.
Years too late.
Request:
Hello as1meo! I couldn't reply to your request anymore because you've deactivated your account - as much as it saddens me, I hope you're happy with your decision and find lots of joy on your future adventures (: You may never read this but thank you so much for your support, it means a lot and I'm so happy you've been a part of my journey. Thank you so much for reading~ I appreciate it (â âżâ ^â âżâ ^â ) The end of my internship is in sight which is why I'm able to work on requests, hooray!! I'm so excited to come back đ€
Crocodile? Coming right up!! (Sorry for nerding out about poker for a while LOL)
Reverence
feat. CROCODILE
His dimly lit office was often a place for scheming, but that hadnât been the case as of late; the rings on his fingers gleamed in the light of his desk lamp as he placed his hand on his broad chest to retrieve a lighter from the inside pocket of his expensive fur coat, which elegantly hung over his shoulders.
Tchk! - That sound rang through the air as a subtle flame illuminated his face for just a moment, presenting his neatly styled hair to the privacy of his office with unmistakable pride, and the cap of the cigar immediately drew smoke.
Indeed, no scheming.
The room was filled with the spicy aroma of ground tobacco, weighing down the air with a competitive spirit. His hook, once placed on his lap, now lied threateningly upon the shiny surface of his wooden desk, occasionally catching the light with a short glint. It sometimes clinked against a long forgotten bottle of alcohol.
Nielle
Ahhh this was interesting to do! I am pretty happy how this came out and of course, thank you Meli for creating such a fun challenge for your milestone event!
I lowkey had trouble at first since the Nielle flower has a different name where I am from called Corncockle or the official name Agrostemma githago. I had fun reading about it and it is such a beautiful flower omg.
@kaizokuwritingsâ and here is Meliâs event!
Mihawk x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Nonbinary)
Flower: Nielle; Invitation to lust.
Warnings: Hint of Spice/Suggestive theme meaning it is heavily suggested of sexual adult themes about to take place. Besides that, sweet domestic fluff
Words: 461
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A small and gentle smile graces your face as you walk into your bedroom that you share with Mihawk. His castle is large and at the beginning of your relationship, he just had you down the hall before insisting you shared. It always makes you smile when you remember that.
However, you see a small bouquet on your dresser that gets your heart beating fast. A stunning pink and nearly purple color as each petal bear two or three discontinuous black lines. La nielle des blés or as Mihawk also shared with you, Agrostemma githago, or even Corncockles. Though it is considered poisonous when consumed it adds to its charm. A truly beautiful flower that is a part of the carnation family, Caryophyllaceae.
Your heart beats fast as you realize why they would be in here- Mihawk only gathers them when he is in the mood. Their beautiful meaning rather intimate. An invitation to lust. You nearly jump when you feel strong but gentle arms wrap around your waist. Mihawkâs chin resting on your shoulder as he also admires the flowers he gathered.
âYou smell like cookies,â He muses.
His voice is deep and soothing as his breath meets your neck.
You laugh. âI have been making some, yeah. Whatâs the special occasion?â
âBesides living with you and having every divine moment in this large sometimes lonely castle with you? Nothing. I just wish to invite you⊠Consume you for the night. Will you accept your invitation?â Mihawk asks.
His verbal words of want for you make you heated- It always does, and he knows it. You smile as you pick up the flowers with care. He already knows your answer. How could you even dream of declining?
Even so- You take your time in answering him. Knowing how it teases and riles him up. The evidence is his lips connecting to your neck right below your ear. The slight pants in his breathing as he anticipates your answer. His want and need for you growing more.
âI will always accept your invitations, Mihawk,â You finally say as you turn in his arms.
He gives you small room for the flowers before you plant a kiss on his waiting lips. The heat of the kiss is quick to come as he steals your breath away. His passion leaking into it as his arms begin to stop holding you so he is able to cup your face.
You laugh as he pulls away and shows you his serious look since he knows by heart what your next words will be.
You say, âLet me put these in a vase really quick. Then I will grab your favorite wine and be right back.â
âHurry then mi amor. This night is just beginning.â
wowowow Iâm going to pass away soon I think. THIS IS JUST BEAUTIFUL! I WANT MORE PLEASE đđłđł thank you for this beautiful writing! and Iâm sorry to hear you had problems with the flower đ„ș