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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. this one is for my darling, @raven725, who's the biggest corazón lover i've ever heard of. although the plot is quite sad, considering his life, but yeah.

no puedo vivir sin ti

Dark clouds had dominated the clear skies of Dressrosa, giving way to a gentle storm brought in from the sea. The rain fell softly upon the kingdom, as if the weather itself wanted to conceal what was about to unfold.

You walked aimlessly, or so you tried to make it seem to any passerby, for you were all too aware of the danger in your actions. You knew it wasn't wise to meet with him. You knew who he was… And all that was at stake by approaching someone of his kind.

Despite the voice of reason echoing in your head, you couldn't help but go in search of him.

Rosinante —Corazón, as they called him then—was leaning against the wall of an abandoned alley. This was where you two used to meet in secret, in a hidden space away from the curious eyes of others. His tall figure seemed even more fragile under the dim light of the nearby street lamp.

As soon as he saw you, a small smile appeared on his face, one of those smiles that always seemed on the verge of shattering. ❝You've come,❞ he murmured so quietly, as if your presence still surprised him. He always greeted you like that, as if he feared that one day you might not show up.

Your steps paused before you were able to reach him. For a moment, you hesitated to approach, not because you didn't want to, but because the reality of your situation, of his situation, still weighed heavily on your shoulders as if it were yours to bear. He wasn't simply a clumsy, kind man; he was an infiltrator, a traitor to his own "family," someone burdened with a mission too great… And too lonely.

❝I shouldn't be here,❞ you whispered honestly, which caused him to lower his gaze for a moment. The silence between you became unbearable. He didn't need to speak, because you both knew he'd say the same thing he always did: "I shouldn't let you come either. But…" He never finished that sentence, leaving the ending to your own interpretation.

You took a step toward him, breaking the distance you both pretended to maintain for your supposed own good. You felt his tension, how his body reacted immediately, as if he wanted to back away but didn't. He never did.

❝So why are we still doing this?❞ The question slipped out before you could fully process it. You didn't know when it happened, but a pinkish bubble surrounded you both.

Rosinante raised his hand, hesitating for a second before allowing it to brush against your cheek, almost clumsily. His fingers were warm, unexpectedly soft for someone who lived surrounded by violence. ❝Because when you're not here…❞ His voice seemed to break under the pressure of his own life, ❝…everything becomes more difficult.❞

That confession fell between you like a heavy secret. It was clear he wasn't someone who loved halfway. Rosinante was a man who gave himself completely, even when he knew he would lose everything in the process. He did it with Law, he did it with his mission… And now, with you.

❝This is going to end badly,❞ you said between breaths, though deep down you already knew it. You were both aware of it from the start. ❝Terribly badly.❞

He let out a laugh as low as it was bitter, while shaking his head a couple of times. Reality hurt more than you both wanted to admit. So much so that your eyes welled up without you being able to stop it. He never made promises, never spoke of a future together. There were no pretty lies, only the raw, heartbreaking truth that surrounded you two.

Taking a few final steps, you managed to get closer, resting your forehead against his chest where your height difference allowed. Instantly, you felt his breathing quicken, the rise and fall of his chest increasing in speed, as if he hadn't expected that simple gesture.

❝I don't know how to stop this,❞ you confessed, your voice trembling slightly. The rain did little to hide the tears that streamed relentlessly down your cheeks; the sheer emotion overwhelmed you, seeping into every corner of you, refusing to let go.

He rested his chin on your head. ❝Me neither,❞ he admitted in his reply. ❝And maybe I don't even want to.❞ His arms were soon around you with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with everything you knew about him.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward. It was the kind of silence that speaks for itself, the kind that lingers in your memory long after it's all over. A memory of a moment of happiness that would soon, much sooner than you expected, end brutally. Deep down, you both always knew that this love had no place in the world Rosinante lived in. It was fragile, clandestine, doomed from the very beginning.

And yet… You couldn't end it. You didn't want to put a period to your story.

When you finally deigned to pull away from him, you noticed how his hand remained gripping yours for a second longer than necessary. His touch made his thoughts clear, as if letting go meant losing too much.

❝Be careful,❞ you said tenderly before placing a soft kiss on his heart. He nodded, but his eyes said something else. They said stay, they said don’t go, they said everything he'd never allow himself to say aloud.

As soon as you turned away, the illusion shattered as the bubble burst. You forced one foot forward toward the end of the alley. Then another. And another.

Each step dragged, heavier than the last, as if the ground itself was trying to hold you in place. Although you knew you should get away from him as quickly and as soon as possible, you also knew that, somehow, you couldn’t be without him.

You couldn’t live without Donquixote Rosinante.

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the urge to write about taking care of the one piece characters as children is affecting me (😭).

i wanna coddle them all, pinch their cheeks, brush their hair, carry them around, feed them with the silly plane song, give them an actual childhood...

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. this one is for my darling, @raven725, who's the biggest corazón lover i've ever heard of. although the plot is quite sad, considering his life, but yeah.

no puedo vivir sin ti

Dark clouds had dominated the clear skies of Dressrosa, giving way to a gentle storm brought in from the sea. The rain fell softly upon the kingdom, as if the weather itself wanted to conceal what was about to unfold.

You walked aimlessly, or so you tried to make it seem to any passerby, for you were all too aware of the danger in your actions. You knew it wasn't wise to meet with him. You knew who he was… And all that was at stake by approaching someone of his kind.

Despite the voice of reason echoing in your head, you couldn't help but go in search of him.

Rosinante —Corazón, as they called him then—was leaning against the wall of an abandoned alley. This was where you two used to meet in secret, in a hidden space away from the curious eyes of others. His tall figure seemed even more fragile under the dim light of the nearby street lamp.

As soon as he saw you, a small smile appeared on his face, one of those smiles that always seemed on the verge of shattering. ❝You've come,❞ he murmured so quietly, as if your presence still surprised him. He always greeted you like that, as if he feared that one day you might not show up.

Your steps paused before you were able to reach him. For a moment, you hesitated to approach, not because you didn't want to, but because the reality of your situation, of his situation, still weighed heavily on your shoulders as if it were yours to bear. He wasn't simply a clumsy, kind man; he was an infiltrator, a traitor to his own "family," someone burdened with a mission too great… And too lonely.

❝I shouldn't be here,❞ you whispered honestly, which caused him to lower his gaze for a moment. The silence between you became unbearable. He didn't need to speak, because you both knew he'd say the same thing he always did: "I shouldn't let you come either. But…" He never finished that sentence, leaving the ending to your own interpretation.

You took a step toward him, breaking the distance you both pretended to maintain for your supposed own good. You felt his tension, how his body reacted immediately, as if he wanted to back away but didn't. He never did.

❝So why are we still doing this?❞ The question slipped out before you could fully process it. You didn't know when it happened, but a pinkish bubble surrounded you both.

Rosinante raised his hand, hesitating for a second before allowing it to brush against your cheek, almost clumsily. His fingers were warm, unexpectedly soft for someone who lived surrounded by violence. ❝Because when you're not here…❞ His voice seemed to break under the pressure of his own life, ❝…everything becomes more difficult.❞

That confession fell between you like a heavy secret. It was clear he wasn't someone who loved halfway. Rosinante was a man who gave himself completely, even when he knew he would lose everything in the process. He did it with Law, he did it with his mission… And now, with you.

❝This is going to end badly,❞ you said between breaths, though deep down you already knew it. You were both aware of it from the start. ❝Terribly badly.❞

He let out a laugh as low as it was bitter, while shaking his head a couple of times. Reality hurt more than you both wanted to admit. So much so that your eyes welled up without you being able to stop it. He never made promises, never spoke of a future together. There were no pretty lies, only the raw, heartbreaking truth that surrounded you two.

Taking a few final steps, you managed to get closer, resting your forehead against his chest where your height difference allowed. Instantly, you felt his breathing quicken, the rise and fall of his chest increasing in speed, as if he hadn't expected that simple gesture.

❝I don't know how to stop this,❞ you confessed, your voice trembling slightly. The rain did little to hide the tears that streamed relentlessly down your cheeks; the sheer emotion overwhelmed you, seeping into every corner of you, refusing to let go.

He rested his chin on your head. ❝Me neither,❞ he admitted in his reply. ❝And maybe I don't even want to.❞ His arms were soon around you with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with everything you knew about him.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward. It was the kind of silence that speaks for itself, the kind that lingers in your memory long after it's all over. A memory of a moment of happiness that would soon, much sooner than you expected, end brutally. Deep down, you both always knew that this love had no place in the world Rosinante lived in. It was fragile, clandestine, doomed from the very beginning.

And yet… You couldn't end it. You didn't want to put a period to your story.

When you finally deigned to pull away from him, you noticed how his hand remained gripping yours for a second longer than necessary. His touch made his thoughts clear, as if letting go meant losing too much.

❝Be careful,❞ you said tenderly before placing a soft kiss on his heart. He nodded, but his eyes said something else. They said stay, they said don’t go, they said everything he'd never allow himself to say aloud.

As soon as you turned away, the illusion shattered as the bubble burst. You forced one foot forward toward the end of the alley. Then another. And another.

Each step dragged, heavier than the last, as if the ground itself was trying to hold you in place. Although you knew you should get away from him as quickly and as soon as possible, you also knew that, somehow, you couldn’t be without him.

You couldn’t live without Donquixote Rosinante.

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hi i’m back. hehe sooo. Perhaps. asagiri gen x ishigami village reader who hates him at first but they eventually come to like each other 🏃🏃

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. here you've you request, dear @saschazkraus . i hope you like how it's turned out, given it took me some time to come up with this one (😭).

from hate to love in ishigami's village

—Life in Ishigami Village had always been a constant peace, with the usual problems typical of that kind of society. However, none of those conflicts could have compared to the surprising chaos that engulfed the village when a certain scientist with leek-like hair arrived.

—Your initial distrust was reflected in every attempt by the scientist and his companions to establish themselves in the village's increasingly new routine, with Gen bearing the brunt of your doubt.

—If it was already common to view outsiders as potential threats to the established peace or as criminals expelled from the surrounding area, it was his arrival, with that cheap magician's smile and that syrupy voice, that quickly led you to label him a "danger" in the privacy of your mind.

—Gen's not blind, far from it. His talent for reading microexpressions and tension served him perfectly, as he recognized that disdain in you. The same thing that, surprisingly, piqued his interest. So, every time he saw that frown of yours, he couldn't help but let an ambiguous comment escape his lips; sometimes it was a decidedly suspicious compliment, and other times it was the hint of a smile too sweet to be casual.

❝Oho… That look again.❞ He commented as he took notice of your latest side eye sent his way. ❝You glare at me like I’m poison, but you still listen. Interesting.❞

—While most people ended up falling head over heels for his soft voice and harmless demeanor, you couldn't. You looked at him as if he was a sheep in wolf's clothing, as the saying goes.

—The resistance you put up only achieved the opposite of what you wanted in the first place, since, instead of distancing himself, he only felt an increase in his intrigue, which led him to find excuses to stay close.

—Gen started asking you personally for help with various tasks, simple ones at that, in the village, such as understanding the traditions of this new world or even how to use the wooden platforms to walk on swampy terrain, when he hadn't even planned on using them. He was only after one thing with his constant barrage of questions: to find a pattern in your reactions based on how he acted towards you.

—That's how he began to deconstruct the walls surrounding your heart, stone by stone, if that's what it took.

—In a village where life is harsh and straightforward, it was clear you valued frankness above all else. A preference reflected in your many interactions with him, because every time he tried to manipulate you by coming around, you cut him off abruptly, muttered a proper goodbye, and left. The best part? He was genuinely surprised and incredibly charmed.

—The turning point in your relationship, if you could call it that, came late one night. While everyone else slept in the comfort of their homes, you had the chance to meet the mentalist, stripped of his usual tricks, just him and a campfire that was about to go out. You didn't know where that feeling came from, but you chose to stay, finding a place to sit and listen to him. For the first time, he spoke to you without embellishment, without false smiles.

—That quiet night marked the beginning of a love that Gen couldn't even name.

—The doubts about how the village routine worked gradually shifted, giving way to a more protective attitude, which he excused as unplanned. When someone bothered you, he appeared “coincidentally.” When there was hard work to be done, he “happened” to be there to help. When he believed you were tired, he offered you water or a small break.

❝Don’t misunderstand. I’m only here because you’re… Convenient. Very convenient. Painfully convenient.❞ He tried to hide himself behind his sleeve, but it didn't work. At All.

—Obviously, you were the first to notice this new vulnerability, since you were the primary recipient of these not-so-subtle changes. Gen might be a master of deception, but you had already learned to distinguish a nervous smile from a genuine one. It was that very ability of yours, to read him like an open book, that completely disarmed him.

—The confession finally came at the height of a fight between the two of you; the reason for the initial argument had been forgotten by then. You accused him of manipulating you, or at least trying to, of using your feelings as if they were some kind of social experiment. So many accusations were made that he was left speechless, his guard down, and almost silently, he blurted it out.

❝Why the hell do you think I try so hard with you? It’s not a trick…❞ He took a step back, recoiling for an instant like he didn't mean to say it out loud but couldn't stop himself. ❝I’ve lied about many things. But not this. I like you. Annoyingly, sincerely, disastrously so.❞

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hi i’m back. hehe sooo. Perhaps. asagiri gen x ishigami village reader who hates him at first but they eventually come to like each other 🏃🏃

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. here you've you request, dear @saschazkraus . i hope you like how it's turned out, given it took me some time to come up with this one (😭).

from hate to love in ishigami's village

—Life in Ishigami Village had always been a constant peace, with the usual problems typical of that kind of society. However, none of those conflicts could have compared to the surprising chaos that engulfed the village when a certain scientist with leek-like hair arrived.

—Your initial distrust was reflected in every attempt by the scientist and his companions to establish themselves in the village's increasingly new routine, with Gen bearing the brunt of your doubt.

—If it was already common to view outsiders as potential threats to the established peace or as criminals expelled from the surrounding area, it was his arrival, with that cheap magician's smile and that syrupy voice, that quickly led you to label him a "danger" in the privacy of your mind.

—Gen's not blind, far from it. His talent for reading microexpressions and tension served him perfectly, as he recognized that disdain in you. The same thing that, surprisingly, piqued his interest. So, every time he saw that frown of yours, he couldn't help but let an ambiguous comment escape his lips; sometimes it was a decidedly suspicious compliment, and other times it was the hint of a smile too sweet to be casual.

❝Oho… That look again.❞ He commented as he took notice of your latest side eye sent his way. ❝You glare at me like I’m poison, but you still listen. Interesting.❞

—While most people ended up falling head over heels for his soft voice and harmless demeanor, you couldn't. You looked at him as if he was a sheep in wolf's clothing, as the saying goes.

—The resistance you put up only achieved the opposite of what you wanted in the first place, since, instead of distancing himself, he only felt an increase in his intrigue, which led him to find excuses to stay close.

—Gen started asking you personally for help with various tasks, simple ones at that, in the village, such as understanding the traditions of this new world or even how to use the wooden platforms to walk on swampy terrain, when he hadn't even planned on using them. He was only after one thing with his constant barrage of questions: to find a pattern in your reactions based on how he acted towards you.

—That's how he began to deconstruct the walls surrounding your heart, stone by stone, if that's what it took.

—In a village where life is harsh and straightforward, it was clear you valued frankness above all else. A preference reflected in your many interactions with him, because every time he tried to manipulate you by coming around, you cut him off abruptly, muttered a proper goodbye, and left. The best part? He was genuinely surprised and incredibly charmed.

—The turning point in your relationship, if you could call it that, came late one night. While everyone else slept in the comfort of their homes, you had the chance to meet the mentalist, stripped of his usual tricks, just him and a campfire that was about to go out. You didn't know where that feeling came from, but you chose to stay, finding a place to sit and listen to him. For the first time, he spoke to you without embellishment, without false smiles.

—That quiet night marked the beginning of a love that Gen couldn't even name.

—The doubts about how the village routine worked gradually shifted, giving way to a more protective attitude, which he excused as unplanned. When someone bothered you, he appeared “coincidentally.” When there was hard work to be done, he “happened” to be there to help. When he believed you were tired, he offered you water or a small break.

❝Don’t misunderstand. I’m only here because you’re… Convenient. Very convenient. Painfully convenient.❞ He tried to hide himself behind his sleeve, but it didn't work. At All.

—Obviously, you were the first to notice this new vulnerability, since you were the primary recipient of these not-so-subtle changes. Gen might be a master of deception, but you had already learned to distinguish a nervous smile from a genuine one. It was that very ability of yours, to read him like an open book, that completely disarmed him.

—The confession finally came at the height of a fight between the two of you; the reason for the initial argument had been forgotten by then. You accused him of manipulating you, or at least trying to, of using your feelings as if they were some kind of social experiment. So many accusations were made that he was left speechless, his guard down, and almost silently, he blurted it out.

❝Why the hell do you think I try so hard with you? It’s not a trick…❞ He took a step back, recoiling for an instant like he didn't mean to say it out loud but couldn't stop himself. ❝I’ve lied about many things. But not this. I like you. Annoyingly, sincerely, disastrously so.❞

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Can you write about ROR Loki getting close to a human and eventually confessing his love to her, and she actually likes him back but gets upset at him and doesn't believe him because Loki, like the other gods, doesn't like humans, so she thinks someone like him would never like her, so she assumes due to Loki's trickster nature he is toying with her, aka using her as a punchline by pretending to confess to her (because, obviously, joking about something as serious as being in love with someone is awful) and his reaction then them getting together? 👀

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. i finally made it! it took me time, but i did it. i hope you like how it has come out, dear anon (<3).

loki's confession and a reader who doubts him

You never quite grasped the starting point of your friendship with the most chaotic god in the Norse pantheon. Perhaps "friendship" wasn't even the right word. To begin with, the mere fact that a god of his standing would show any interest in a human was unusual enough, but what was truly disconcerting was how that interest gradually bordered on obsession.

At first, you were just fresh meat for him, treated like a mere new toy to fill the void of amusement that plagued him day after day. You, poor thing, were open-minded enough to remain indifferent to his status. You didn't bow before him, you never treated him like a god to be worshipped, nor did you flinch or shrink when his shadow loomed over you. And that, precisely that, was what began to disarm him.

Loki would approach you, a sharp smile etched on his face, heavy with jokes and provocations, waiting to see you tremble or blush. And you always denied him that reaction; instead, you responded with wit, sarcasm, or such calm that you made him doubt himself. And when the sound of your laughter reached his ears for the first time… Oh, Freyja, protect him. It felt just like that time Brunhilde smiled at him, like a direct blow to a part of his chest he'd rather ignore.

He doesn't know how to love gently. His nature is obsessive, distorted and intense. And all of that extends to the feelings that haunt him.

Loki started looking for you "by chance." Writing about you in his journal. Appearing upside down above your head when you least expected it. Creating little replicas of you, studying every gesture and expression, as if you were a riddle he needed to solve.

And you, without even knowing it, had become his favorite pastime… And something much deeper that neither of you could name at that moment.

The confession came almost as a double shock. His reputation preceded him, and not only that, but his elitist view of humanity didn't help his case either. He didn't have to hear you speak because your face showed your consideration of his words as a cruel joke.

❝Why would someone like him notice me? He must be playing with me,❞ your mind kept repeating. Your thinking was quite logical, which led to a subtle anger slowly coursing through your veins. Things like that shouldn't be played with; neither you nor your feelings were a joke for his own amusement.

That's when he became genuinely confused. For the first time in his eons of existence, someone was accusing him of something he hadn't done. Soon, that confusion enveloped him in a dark, burning aura. His strong emotions were nothing more than cannons waiting to be fired, and your audacity had become a sudden target.

Before Loki could even measure his own words, he launched himself and blurted out whatever came to mind.

❝How dare you doubt me? Do you think I need to play with you for my amusement?"

Amid his outburst of hatred for being rejected, something in the air stopped him once again. It was a mere second, an instant in which his eyes met yours, and what he glimpsed in those depths, he recognized as pain. You weren't angry, you were hurt, and that was even worse.

His gaze, once overflowing with rage, lowered in unison with his chin. To prove it wasn't a trick, he did something he would never do, jokingly or not. Swallowing his pride and silencing his disdain for vulnerability, he finished floating, his feet touching the ground. It was a slight descent, but for someone of his stature, it was symbolically enormous.

Silence reigned in the room, deep and somewhat uncomfortable.

❝I'm not playing with you,❞ he confessed, his intentions now clear, devoid of any theatricality that had once accompanied him. And that's when you began to honestly believe him.

It was a gradual process, because when you finally accepted his feelings and admitted your own, everything about him seemed to light up. A pause of excited surprise passed over his expression, followed by a loving smile. It wasn't physically possible, but he felt how your simple smile melted him.

❝Ah…❞ He sighed, ❝so this is what it feels like.❞

From that day on, Loki promised a thousand things. He would protect you, he would annoy you, he would worship you, and he would watch over you with a devotion that no one would ever have expected from the god of deception.

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Can you write about ROR Loki getting close to a human and eventually confessing his love to her, and she actually likes him back but gets upset at him and doesn't believe him because Loki, like the other gods, doesn't like humans, so she thinks someone like him would never like her, so she assumes due to Loki's trickster nature he is toying with her, aka using her as a punchline by pretending to confess to her (because, obviously, joking about something as serious as being in love with someone is awful) and his reaction then them getting together? 👀

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. i finally made it! it took me time, but i did it. i hope you like how it has come out, dear anon (<3).

loki's confession and a reader who doubts him

You never quite grasped the starting point of your friendship with the most chaotic god in the Norse pantheon. Perhaps "friendship" wasn't even the right word. To begin with, the mere fact that a god of his standing would show any interest in a human was unusual enough, but what was truly disconcerting was how that interest gradually bordered on obsession.

At first, you were just fresh meat for him, treated like a mere new toy to fill the void of amusement that plagued him day after day. You, poor thing, were open-minded enough to remain indifferent to his status. You didn't bow before him, you never treated him like a god to be worshipped, nor did you flinch or shrink when his shadow loomed over you. And that, precisely that, was what began to disarm him.

Loki would approach you, a sharp smile etched on his face, heavy with jokes and provocations, waiting to see you tremble or blush. And you always denied him that reaction; instead, you responded with wit, sarcasm, or such calm that you made him doubt himself. And when the sound of your laughter reached his ears for the first time… Oh, Freyja, protect him. It felt just like that time Brunhilde smiled at him, like a direct blow to a part of his chest he'd rather ignore.

He doesn't know how to love gently. His nature is obsessive, distorted and intense. And all of that extends to the feelings that haunt him.

Loki started looking for you "by chance." Writing about you in his journal. Appearing upside down above your head when you least expected it. Creating little replicas of you, studying every gesture and expression, as if you were a riddle he needed to solve.

And you, without even knowing it, had become his favorite pastime… And something much deeper that neither of you could name at that moment.

The confession came almost as a double shock. His reputation preceded him, and not only that, but his elitist view of humanity didn't help his case either. He didn't have to hear you speak because your face showed your consideration of his words as a cruel joke.

❝Why would someone like him notice me? He must be playing with me,❞ your mind kept repeating. Your thinking was quite logical, which led to a subtle anger slowly coursing through your veins. Things like that shouldn't be played with; neither you nor your feelings were a joke for his own amusement.

That's when he became genuinely confused. For the first time in his eons of existence, someone was accusing him of something he hadn't done. Soon, that confusion enveloped him in a dark, burning aura. His strong emotions were nothing more than cannons waiting to be fired, and your audacity had become a sudden target.

Before Loki could even measure his own words, he launched himself and blurted out whatever came to mind.

❝How dare you doubt me? Do you think I need to play with you for my amusement?"

Amid his outburst of hatred for being rejected, something in the air stopped him once again. It was a mere second, an instant in which his eyes met yours, and what he glimpsed in those depths, he recognized as pain. You weren't angry, you were hurt, and that was even worse.

His gaze, once overflowing with rage, lowered in unison with his chin. To prove it wasn't a trick, he did something he would never do, jokingly or not. Swallowing his pride and silencing his disdain for vulnerability, he finished floating, his feet touching the ground. It was a slight descent, but for someone of his stature, it was symbolically enormous.

Silence reigned in the room, deep and somewhat uncomfortable.

❝I'm not playing with you,❞ he confessed, his intentions now clear, devoid of any theatricality that had once accompanied him. And that's when you began to honestly believe him.

It was a gradual process, because when you finally accepted his feelings and admitted your own, everything about him seemed to light up. A pause of excited surprise passed over his expression, followed by a loving smile. It wasn't physically possible, but he felt how your simple smile melted him.

❝Ah…❞ He sighed, ❝so this is what it feels like.❞

From that day on, Loki promised a thousand things. He would protect you, he would annoy you, he would worship you, and he would watch over you with a devotion that no one would ever have expected from the god of deception.

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i'm sorry for disappearing like this (once more), i'm trying to work on some requests in the meantime (in between studying). luckily, i may post one of those this week (🙂‍↕️).

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A fuego

Doflamingo never understood why you were the only one he couldn't control. Everyone else he'd encountered ended up caving; men, kingdoms, wills… But then there was you, stubborn as you were, who ignited a fire in his chest that he didn't even know if he wanted to extinguish.

His eyes, though hidden behind his glasses, remained alert, like someone observing a flame too close for safety. It pissed him off to need you. It pissed him off even more to desire you.

Not because you were dangerous, but because you were the only one who could ignite something in him that wasn't banal destruction. A different kind of fire. More intimate. More unbearable.

Doflamingo wasn't gentle, and therefore his love was even less so. The love he had for you felt like a suffocating knot in his own throat, a constant battle between admitting the obvious aloud or denying it like a poor wretch.

With you, he learned that to love was to burn alive. And yet, with you, he let his guard down.

He loved you the way one loves something forbidden; with an untamed hunger, a blinding rage, a tenderness he'd never admit to anyone else. His touch was sensitive, his hands gliding over your skin as if he wanted to make sure you were real. His kisses were violent, leaving in their wake his inherent fear that you might disappear from his side.

He knew his life was sea, was blood, and was power. But you were his only refuge, his only flame that burned brightly.

Before leaving the luxury of the castle, he roughly took your chin, forcing you to look at him. No words escaped him, all dying before they reached his tongue. What could he say that you didn't already know?

Just by being near you, he felt how the heat rose up his spine, a fire he couldn't control even with all the strings in the world.

And how he hated it… Doflamingo hated that your absence from his routine in the coming days would only make him crueler. He hated that, for the first time, something had managed to bind him without even using chains.

❝Don't play with me,❞ he whispered against the corner of your lips. ❝If I get burned, it'll be by you. And if I come back… it'll be because of you.❞ He closed the little space between you and he kissed you slowly, as if he wanted to etch you into his skin.

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A fuego

Doflamingo never understood why you were the only one he couldn't control. Everyone else he'd encountered ended up caving; men, kingdoms, wills… But then there was you, stubborn as you were, who ignited a fire in his chest that he didn't even know if he wanted to extinguish.

His eyes, though hidden behind his glasses, remained alert, like someone observing a flame too close for safety. It pissed him off to need you. It pissed him off even more to desire you.

Not because you were dangerous, but because you were the only one who could ignite something in him that wasn't banal destruction. A different kind of fire. More intimate. More unbearable.

Doflamingo wasn't gentle, and therefore his love was even less so. The love he had for you felt like a suffocating knot in his own throat, a constant battle between admitting the obvious aloud or denying it like a poor wretch.

With you, he learned that to love was to burn alive. And yet, with you, he let his guard down.

He loved you the way one loves something forbidden; with an untamed hunger, a blinding rage, a tenderness he'd never admit to anyone else. His touch was sensitive, his hands gliding over your skin as if he wanted to make sure you were real. His kisses were violent, leaving in their wake his inherent fear that you might disappear from his side.

He knew his life was sea, was blood, and was power. But you were his only refuge, his only flame that burned brightly.

Before leaving the luxury of the castle, he roughly took your chin, forcing you to look at him. No words escaped him, all dying before they reached his tongue. What could he say that you didn't already know?

Just by being near you, he felt how the heat rose up his spine, a fire he couldn't control even with all the strings in the world.

And how he hated it… Doflamingo hated that your absence from his routine in the coming days would only make him crueler. He hated that, for the first time, something had managed to bind him without even using chains.

❝Don't play with me,❞ he whispered against the corner of your lips. ❝If I get burned, it'll be by you. And if I come back… it'll be because of you.❞ He closed the little space between you and he kissed you slowly, as if he wanted to etch you into his skin.

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Un beso y una flor

The island's harbor was quiet, almost too quiet for a man like him. Shanks stopped in front of you with that bright smile that always seemed to hold the wisdom of a thousand worlds, but this time, there was something more there. A gentle haze was reflected in his eyes, something that showed both pain and comfort.

❝You know I'll be back,❞ he murmured, as if it were a truth as natural as the tides themselves.

He took your hand and, between your fingers, placed a small wildflower he must have picked by chance on his way to the dock. Nothing grand, nothing fit for an emperor of the seas… A simple daisy, its pale petals trembling in the harbor breeze. Yet it carried the hope and purity of his ever-present promise to always return. ❝So you don't forget that I'm always thinking of you.❞

He tilted his head gently, closing the distance between you two. With ease, he let his lips find yours. With that simple touch of his lips, he promised to return safely, to share more laughter on that very shore. By the time Shanks pulled away, his smile was back to its usual state, as luminous as it was dangerous.

❝Take care of yourself until I return. And if the wind carries my name to you, you'll know I'm near.❞

And so, with the daisy in your hand and the lingering feel of his lips still above yours, you watched as he strode up the gangplank of the Red Force, his laughter soon swept into the swell of voices and the barked orders of his crew. Soon, the ship began to slip away from the dock, carrying him toward the open horizon once more.

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Un beso y una flor

The island's harbor was quiet, almost too quiet for a man like him. Shanks stopped in front of you with that bright smile that always seemed to hold the wisdom of a thousand worlds, but this time, there was something more there. A gentle haze was reflected in his eyes, something that showed both pain and comfort.

❝You know I'll be back,❞ he murmured, as if it were a truth as natural as the tides themselves.

He took your hand and, between your fingers, placed a small wildflower he must have picked by chance on his way to the dock. Nothing grand, nothing fit for an emperor of the seas… A simple daisy, its pale petals trembling in the harbor breeze. Yet it carried the hope and purity of his ever-present promise to always return.

❝So you don't forget that I'm always thinking of you.❞

He tilted his head gently, closing the distance between you two. With ease, he let his lips find yours. With that simple touch of his lips, he promised to return safely, to share more laughter on that very shore. By the time Shanks pulled away, his smile was back to its usual state, as luminous as it was dangerous.

❝Take care of yourself until I return. And if the wind carries my name to you, you'll know I'm near.❞

And so, with the daisy in your hand and the lingering feel of his lips still above yours, you watched as he strode up the gangplank of the Red Force, his laughter soon swept into the swell of voices and the barked orders of his crew. Soon, the ship began to slip away from the dock, carrying him toward the open horizon once more.

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HII !! I’m the anon that requested fhe Odin req and it was so cute I loved jt sm!!!! ^•^ !!! can I request again but with Susano’o from ror and how he’d pine for the reader b4 he decides to confess? If you’re not familiar w him you can replace him with Thor (I love the Norse pantheon heh)

Tysm again I love your writing!!! ^. .^ !!

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. oh, dear anon. if you could know how familiar i'm with this guy (i had thought about him since he first appeared in the manga). i may have made him a little too oc, a little too babygirl even... in the meantime, thanks for your request, dear anon. i hope it's to your likeness, just like the odin one (<3).

pinning and confession time with susano'o

—To begin with, I'd dare to say it'd all start with a slightly longer-than-usual gaze. His eyes don't seem to want to leave you; even his ears have memorized the timbre of your voice.

—Regarding his eagerness to observe you, I'd compare it to the time he spent watching humans use the sword as an "art." By this, I mean Susano'o'd study you with a tender intensity, learning every little detail that makes you who you are. And if someone points that out to him, especially if it's you? He'll deny it, embarrassingly, but he'll deny it.

❝Hmpf… It's nothing.❞ He huffed, snapping his gaze away quite abruptly after you had caught him looking.

—Following that line of thought, it amuses me to think that, despite how Susano'o was presented to us with that suffocating aura around him, you'd make him forget his words and his composure, tighten or loosen his grip on his sword, and look away like a teenager caught staring at their crush.

—He's stubborn to the point of greed, so if you dare comment on how your life seems to have become somewhat simpler than before. It’s obvious, in a way, that he’s doing everything he can to help you, even though he refuses to admit it, not even when his ears are red.

—I imagine him using his training to try to forget how you make him feel. He's spent eons perfecting the art of the sword, an art that demands he set aside his emotions and focus solely on his skill. So he sees the physical exhaustion after training as a way to keep you off his mind.

❝Why does this human unsettle me more than any opponent…?❞ He was painfully unaware of the smile on his face as soon as he thought about you.

—The moment his neurons finally make the connection, it feels like a gash, as if a sword has sliced ​​through his chest right over his heart. He's not prepared for it. The realization of his love wasn't part of his plan, and this becomes clear when he starts to avoid you like the plague until he finally comes to accept the rapid beating of his heart.

—The confession will come when Susano'o can no longer keep it to himself, when the weight of his emotions has him by the throat. He'll come to you with his fists clenched, his jaw tight with so much yet to say.

❝You make my heart heat up… Like no sword or battle had ever done before.❝ He had to look away, feeling himself rapidly blush under your gaze. ❝If you reject me… I will endure it. I may not understand these feelings, but they're yours to take or leave.❝ He finally got the courage to meet your eyes, head-on.

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HII !! I’m the anon that requested fhe Odin req and it was so cute I loved jt sm!!!! ^•^ !!! can I request again but with Susano’o from ror and how he’d pine for the reader b4 he decides to confess? If you’re not familiar w him you can replace him with Thor (I love the Norse pantheon heh)

Tysm again I love your writing!!! ^. .^ !!

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. oh, dear anon. if you could know how familiar i'm with this guy (i had thought about him since he first appeared in the manga). i may have made him a little too oc, a little too babygirl even... in the meantime, thanks for your request, dear anon. i hope it's to your likeness, just like the odin one (<3).

pinning and confession time with susano'o

—To begin with, I'd dare to say it'd all start with a slightly longer-than-usual gaze. His eyes don't seem to want to leave you; even his ears have memorized the timbre of your voice.

—Regarding his eagerness to observe you, I'd compare it to the time he spent watching humans use the sword as an "art." By this, I mean Susano'o'd study you with a tender intensity, learning every little detail that makes you who you are. And if someone points that out to him, especially if it's you? He'll deny it, embarrassingly, but he'll deny it.

❝Hmpf… It's nothing.❞ He huffed, snapping his gaze away quite abruptly after you had caught him looking.

—Following that line of thought, it amuses me to think that, despite how Susano'o was presented to us with that suffocating aura around him, you'd make him forget his words and his composure, tighten or loosen his grip on his sword, and look away like a teenager caught staring at their crush.

—He's stubborn to the point of greed, so if you dare comment on how your life seems to have become somewhat simpler than before. It’s obvious, in a way, that he’s doing everything he can to help you, even though he refuses to admit it, not even when his ears are red.

—I imagine him using his training to try to forget how you make him feel. He's spent eons perfecting the art of the sword, an art that demands he set aside his emotions and focus solely on his skill. So he sees the physical exhaustion after training as a way to keep you off his mind.

❝Why does this human unsettle me more than any opponent…?❞ He was painfully unaware of the smile on his face as soon as he thought about you.

—The moment his neurons finally make the connection, it feels like a gash, as if a sword has sliced ​​through his chest right over his heart. He's not prepared for it. The realization of his love wasn't part of his plan, and this becomes clear when he starts to avoid you like the plague until he finally comes to accept the rapid beating of his heart.

—The confession will come when Susano'o can no longer keep it to himself, when the weight of his emotions has him by the throat. He'll come to you with his fists clenched, his jaw tight with so much yet to say.

❝You make my heart heat up… Like no sword or battle had ever done before.❝ He had to look away, feeling himself rapidly blush under your gaze. ❝If you reject me… I will endure it. I may not understand these feelings, but they're yours to take or leave.❝ He finally got the courage to meet your eyes, head-on.

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haiii!! could you do a buddha [ror] x chubby! gn or male reader? anything else you wanna add is up to you, thank you!!

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. this headache is killing me, ngl. alas, we're here trying to be productive for once. thank you so much for your request, dear @saschazkraus . i hope it's of your liking, i've written them with a gender neutral reader, but the last one could be interpreted as a rather male one (i believe).

buddha with a chubby gn! reader

—We all know that Buddha lives in a state of permanent, or almost permanent, serenity after achieving enlightenment. Even so, he treats you as his personal safe space where he can relax even further, even going so far as to call you "his calmness". He'd lean against you, especially in your lap, and offer you a sweet.

—He's deeply into physical touch, which I'd call his main love language. For such, he can't help but love how your body feels against his.

❝This is the comfiest place in all the realms.❞ He said casually with his head already resting on your stomach like it was the most natural pillow in the world.

—And about that, despite his reputation for being the biggest candy fan and for not sharing them with anyone. Oh, but with you? It's a completely different story. For him, food is joy and connection, which means he'll offer you one of his lollipops without you even having to ask.

—Because of his particular ability to see the light of the soul and the fluctuations of will, Buddha can read you like an open book, waiting to be fully understood. Words aren't necessary when he can already discern your moments of tiredness or insecurity. He doesn't pressure you to talk about it, opting instead for silent companionship and, once again, reaching for his stash of sweets to gently coax a smile out of you.

❝Do you want to talk, or would you prefer I stay here with you?❞

—I don't think I need to mention it, but he wouldn’t hesitate for even a heartbeat to defend you. His sense of justice is fierce, and he doesn't let anyone disrespect you. The best part? His smile never truly leaves. That familiar grin of amusement stays on his lips.

—On that note, I want to emphasize that he rarely gets angry, but if someone were to threaten you… It's on sight.

❝If they touch you, I'll cut them down.❞ His voice was soft but clear, so much so that everyone understood he wasn't joking at all.

—Buddha deeply values ​​everyone's personal freedom, placing great importance on the pursuit of one's own happiness. Therefore, he'll encourage you to follow your own dreams and desires, leaving the opinions of others aside, even his own."

—He's extremely extroverted and speaks with constant freedom; it doesn't matter who he's talking to, he'll say whatever he wants. So, more than once, he's introduced you to others with a passionate air about you.

—(m! reader) Needless to say, Buddha's attracted to your masculine energy, but don’t even think about trying to outdo him in that regard. Let me explain: he's confident and rebellious and doesn't let anyone boss him around, not even you in many cases. If you try to challenge him in skills like strength, speed, or stubbornness, he just laughs, flicks you on the forehead, and goes on with his day as if nothing happened.

❝Hah, aren't you the cutest?❞

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haiii!! could you do a buddha [ror] x chubby! gn or male reader? anything else you wanna add is up to you, thank you!!

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. this headache is killing me, ngl. alas, we're here trying to be productive for once. thank you so much for your request, dear @saschazkraus . i hope it's of your liking, i've written them with a gender neutral reader, but the last one could be interpreted as a rather male one (i believe).

buddha with a chubby gn! reader

—We all know that Buddha lives in a state of permanent, or almost permanent, serenity after achieving enlightenment. Even so, he treats you as his personal safe space where he can relax even further, even going so far as to call you "his calmness". He'd lean against you, especially in your lap, and offer you a sweet.

—He's deeply into physical touch, which I'd call his main love language. For such, he can't help but love how your body feels against his.

❝This is the comfiest place in all the realms.❞ He said casually with his head already resting on your stomach like it was the most natural pillow in the world.

—And about that, despite his reputation for being the biggest candy fan and for not sharing them with anyone. Oh, but with you? It's a completely different story. For him, food is joy and connection, which means he'll offer you one of his lollipops without you even having to ask.

—Because of his particular ability to see the light of the soul and the fluctuations of will, Buddha can read you like an open book, waiting to be fully understood. Words aren't necessary when he can already discern your moments of tiredness or insecurity. He doesn't pressure you to talk about it, opting instead for silent companionship and, once again, reaching for his stash of sweets to gently coax a smile out of you.

❝Do you want to talk, or would you prefer I stay here with you?❞

—I don't think I need to mention it, but he wouldn’t hesitate for even a heartbeat to defend you. His sense of justice is fierce, and he doesn't let anyone disrespect you. The best part? His smile never truly leaves. That familiar grin of amusement stays on his lips.

—On that note, I want to emphasize that he rarely gets angry, but if someone were to threaten you… It's on sight.

❝If they touch you, I'll cut them down.❞ His voice was soft but clear, so much so that everyone understood he wasn't joking at all.

—Buddha deeply values ​​everyone's personal freedom, placing great importance on the pursuit of one's own happiness. Therefore, he'll encourage you to follow your own dreams and desires, leaving the opinions of others aside, even his own."

—He's extremely extroverted and speaks with constant freedom; it doesn't matter who he's talking to, he'll say whatever he wants. So, more than once, he's introduced you to others with a passionate air about you.

—(m! reader) Needless to say, Buddha's attracted to your masculine energy, but don’t even think about trying to outdo him in that regard. Let me explain: he's confident and rebellious and doesn't let anyone boss him around, not even you in many cases. If you try to challenge him in skills like strength, speed, or stubbornness, he just laughs, flicks you on the forehead, and goes on with his day as if nothing happened.

❝Hah, aren't you the cutest?❞