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~About Me~
I am 31F, she/her, just call me Silver. I have been writing fic for potentially far too many years. Kicking off way back on fanfic.com before making my way over to AO3. My biggest writing strength has to be background and scenery, I just love really describing everything from the barest room to the grandest ballroom. My biggest weakness, dialogue, sometimes it flows well other times, I re-write a section ten times and am still not happy about it. Haha.
~Schedule~
So as usual adulting can get in the way of fic and fandom, unfortunately. But when inspiration strikes you will be sure to see it!
~Fandom~
I am huge lover of classic novels, anime and the like. However, I am currently dipping my toes into One Piece as a fic writer
~Present Writing Fandoms~
One Piece Live Action(Main focus)
~Requests~
OPEN. Fed me prompts and requests please
~My Works Here on Tumblr~ -Requests will be marked with an R*-
Mihawk X OC
Affairs of Hawks and Doves Series.
Summary: Romance between a Pirate Madam and A Warlord. What could go wrong
Link to AO3
One-Shots (Your mileage may vary)
~Hazbin~
Velvette X Reader- Cover me in Flowers..Or Glitter? (A/N-Bad bitches deserve some fluff from time to time)
havent touched a single one piece episode in my life is sir crocodile actually trans
so its not explicitly canon at the moment but heres a brief overview of why its such a popular theory (ill try to make this as non viewer friendly as possible)
probably the most important piece of evidence for the theory is the canon ties crocodile has to ivankov, who literally has the power to trans your gender. he has some kind of secret info about croc in his younger years that he uses to blackmail him into helping them with a jailbreak during the impel down arc. its worth noting too that ivankov is constantly transing people and has a huge group of trans people who worship him as a king so its very relevant to his character (he himself is very genderfluid) and its not that far of a stretch that he could have used this power on crocodile in the past
second theres the fact that in flashbacks to the execution of gold roger (what sets off the pirate age and inspires many great pirates to go to sea) crocodiles face is never shown, even though the faces of every other notable pirate/character are very visible in these scenes. a lot of people have pointed out that from that angle crocodile does resemble the genderswap version of him that the creator drew when doing genderswaps of the seven warlords of the sea (a group of government sanctioned pirates he is in at the beginning of the series) some people think that the genderswap version of croc resembles a character named tritoma who is an empress of an all-women civilization who died suddenly of love sickness, im not totally convinced of this since shes older than crocodile and also oda does have very bad same face syndrome for women but hey who knows. also that group is specifically all tied to snakes so there is the connection to crocodile in terms of reptiles
another factor is the drawing of the various warlords as kids that the creator drew where crocodile is noticeably more androgynous than the other boys, which has led people to think that its another clue to him being trans (hes the one in the middle with his arms crossed)
theres also a very big part of the theory that suggests that crocodile is luffys father since his "mother" is still unknown. ive seen a lot of people point to how much luffy looks like crocodile in this joke mafia ova which yeah he definitely does
its also important that in the marineford arc when he finds out that dragon is luffys father, he shifts his focus from trying to kill whitebeard to helping luffy and co with saving luffys brother ace and then helping luffy escape when before he had zero interest in luffys safety (him and luffy literally fight at one point bc luffy is getting in the way of him killing whitebeard) which has made people think that this is when he realizes that luffy is also HIS son and whoops he almost killed him like 3 times
theres definitely more that im forgetting rn but its definitely a non 0 chance that the theory could be true especially with one pieces history of important trans characters (some better done than others) including bon clay who worked for crocodile. even if its never confirmed or they reveal luffy to have a mom that man is transgender to me.............
Love this! I totally headcanon Croco being like it doesn’t matter what gender I am, I am still gonna burn the fucking world down with me. Because they are that fucking petty.
In terms of Croco is Luffy’s ma, I can totally see especially after him getting ‘protective’ in Marineford. Like yes she gave up/left her kid but maybe she thought it was for the best. Now here is his idiot son trying to ‘ruin’ all those choices.
I need to see OPLA! Crocodile petting a baby banawani like some James Bond villian or I will riot Netflix!
So I will instead take it upon myself as a fic writer to do it instead!
All because I remembered the cute little chirping noises gators make when they want their mother’s attention. Like NATURE that is a top predator right there stop making it cute!
Thanks early morning Saturday thought..I will now be trying out Mihawk’s POV for Dove..because literally the man will not shut up over the chaos that is about to go down
insane line of dialogue to drop in the first episode of the season titled "the beginning and the end" which is about the ways in which luffy's story mirrors that of roger's. the same roger whose story ended in that exact place after he sailed to laugh tale where he learned the story of what happened during the void century. *taps mic* IS THIS THING ON???
insane line of dialogue to drop in the first episode of the season titled "the beginning and the end" which is about the ways in which luffy's story mirrors that of roger's. the same roger whose story ended in that exact place after he sailed to laugh tale where he learned the story of what happened during the void century. *taps mic* IS THIS THING ON???
What I personally love about OPLA, despite its flaws, is the consistent nod to the resource material and you can tell that it’s a passion project from the production, costumes, the sets, even with the casting. Cherry on top is leaning towards the grittiness of the same animanga characters. A brilliant example is Buggy—is he silly in the animanga? Yes. But his actions in OPLA comes off as pure horror. Baroque Works have their funny moments in the animanga but their devil fruit powers in OPLA? Terrifying. I love that OPLA has more of its serious moments while keeping everyone in character as possible, and still acknowledging that their source material is hella bonkers with all the craziness being incorporated inasmuch as they can.
All of this. Devil Fruits are supposed to be tales of 'myth' to the average civilian. Hell, even at the lower rankings of the Marines in the four Seas, some of them probably would never see the Grand Line. Then you have some poor unfortunate SOB get to see his fellow marine's necks get snapped like a toy by a woman in a fucking cowboy hat. Like the way they did Miss All Sunday's flower fruit powers was giving big horror vibes, and I loved every second of it.
Even our lovable Captain can be extremely terrifying to unsuspecting foes. A random kid steals away on your equally intimidating captain's ship, you fire a gun at him and the bullet BOUNCES BACK. WHY.
But somehow you keep going because adventure??
I would like to say I would be the first to swear off any sort of residence near the ocean lol.
if i had a nickel for every time OPLA sanji was called a [small vegetable] by another character, i'd have two nickels—which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice
one thing i didn't expect and really love is how OPLA s2 sprinkled in lore and flashbacks and references to future events (e.g. garp/roger convo, nika, will of D) - i know some people don't like it but i personally love it and can't wait to see more. the showrunners know it's a 99% chance they're not going to make it to enies lobby, let alone marineford, but they're still going to adapt what they can to live action, e.g. we saw nico robin's enies lobby outfit in s2e07 when she talks to wapol! i think it's a great loophole where even if the show doesn't get to a certain point, characters can still be shown or referenced via flashbacks and other events
First up on XReader docket is..Dalton! I really loved his calming presence and determination on Drum. Who should be next? If readers want a specific type of reader, leave a comment.
Atm, the Dalton fic will be x height difference!reader.
Andddd the fact winner is Smoker! Will be posting this possibly sometime this weekend.
Pairing: Smoker X bartender! F!Reader.
The bars of Loguetown are always busy, it’s a blessing and a curse. But sometimes there are one too many grabby drunken patrons pushing your tolerance to the limit. Which means an early night off kicked off with a cigarette. Thankfully you always have a certain Marine there to offer you a light and an escort home.
Warnings: Smut and fluff with inappropriate uses of a desk and office.
So....I promised fluff, but I didn't say anything about angst. I hope everyone enjoys this multi-part not so one-shot. I will say a minor spoiler warning for Live Action onlys will the reveal of a certain pirate.
Regardless enjoy!
Rating: Explicit (eventual sexual content etc)
Summary: Dalton X shorter!F!Reader, marriage is never easy, especially when one is married to the captain of the guard. In which your simple, but happy lives are turned upside down as the events of Drum Island unfold. It all started with your husband's confession one late night.
Warnings: Fluff, angst and a not too happy chapter. No use of Y/N.
Word Count: 2.3K
A/N: Not my longest start but I did promise something for yall tonight!
Drum island was home, it had been since you took your first breath. You had seen more harsh winters than it was warranted. Yet, it made you all the tougher, like the hard bark of the pines you helped your father chop down in your youth. However, even the hardest of hearts can soften under the influence of love, catching the eye of one soft spoken captain of the guard. Courtship had been slow and gentle like the thawing of a river in spring, but all the same it moved in a natural progression. A first kiss, a gentle promise and eventually a quiet marriage ceremony.
However, Dalton's life wasn't simple as he come home to your cozy cabin in the woods looking more exhausted with each passing week. Until one day, he didn't come at all as you waited night after night. The sting of cuts from your bowstring that had been clutched in your hands since that ominous plume of smoke rose from Drum Castle. It was because of that foreboding castle and the tyrant that occupied it that Dalton had all but hidden you away in the depths of the woods. Your only company for days, the lone but aging hound that curled at the foot of your bed. Not that you minded, you preferred the solitude, besides you had him. The gentle warmth in his gaze when he crawled into bed after a long night.
Or at least you did.
It was the low growl of the hound that awoke you from sleep as your hands immediately scrambled for your bow and the singular arrow on your bedside table. The hair prickling on the back of the hound's neck made you swallow tightly. Waiting, waiting, patience, all lessons that years of tracking game had become akin to instinct as you backed against the rough hew wooden wall in the corner of the bed. The taunt string of the bow drawn back as the singular arrow screamed it's 'welcome' at the loud creak of the door.
The sharp crack of wood from the steel of the arrowhead sounded like bones snapping. It had met it's mark above the intruder's hand braced against the now open door. A low whine in the hound's voice turned the atmosphere from hostile to surprise as you hastily scrambled toward the door.
"Dalton!" Even your whisper sounded like a shout in the darkened cabin. Thick leather gloves caught your hands as you reached upward towards the man's concealed face. You couldn't make out any more detail except the gentle expression in his eyes.
"Easy." A soft command. Tired, he sounded so tired as you bit your lower lip, but allowed your hands to go limp in his grip. Quickly you held them together to resist to urge to investigate your now returned husband's face. But you couldn't stifle the harsh intake of breathe once that familiar scent of iron.
"Dalton.."
"Easy, easy, I'm fine."
The strain of emotion in your voice made you feel all the more childish against his gentle reassurance as a gloved hand lightly brushed against your cheek. Wiping away a singular tear that threatened to turn into a river as you pressed your face against the rough wool of his tunic, the low throb of his heartbeat against you. However, you noticed the jump in beats as he wordlessly picked you up into his arms, the iron gauntlets against the thick nightgown on your body a rough but welcome sensation. You were easily dwarfed by his larger frame, a source of annoyance at times, and other times, it was like an unspoken treasure only for you. The creak of the iron wrought frame of the bed made you jump slightly, as his embrace reflexively tightened around you.
"Are you hurt?"
"Dalton, please."
"What happened?"
The first question was met with silence as his lips pressed against your temple. The second had gently lowering you down onto the mattress, looming above you now as he wordlessly stroked your cheek. Reverently, like he would have never seen it again.
"I resigned."
"Dalton!" Now that fatigue in his voice made you jolt upward, as your knees accidentally collided with his frame, provoking a low groan from his lips. Your hands quickly pulled him closer to you, hands curling into the short black hair that reminded you of a bear's coat. Or perhaps an ox would have been more accurate. This time there was little resistance from Dalton as your fingers gently brushed over bruised skin, a swollen left eyelid and who knew what other mess of injuries waited under his tunic. The sharp taste of iron against your tongue when his mouth met yours for the first time since his return. A split lip? A cut inside his mouth? You wouldn't find out tonight, not with the way his hands had begun to pull at your nightgown. Sometimes it was better to let sleeping dogs lie.
~The Morning After~
"You look like shit." You muttered as you pressed a hot cloth against the dark purple bruise underneath Dalton's left eye. A low groan coming from him as you lightly pressed against his ribs, but at least his breathing wasn't any heavier. A few fractures at least as you wordlessly thanked whatever gods were listening that your husband had been so stupid to eat a Devil Fruit. A Zoan type, the psychological change seemed to allow Dalton to be..sturdier than most humans. Or perhaps it was a mere act.
"I know. At least, I think Wapol has had his fill of me. For now." Dalton rumbled as your eyes went wide with alarm. His right hand quickly grabbed your free one and squeezed it with a hint of a smile on his split lip. Wapol, the name send both a shiver of fear and anger down your spine as you pressed the wet cloth to his bruised face. It was why Dalton had insisted on building the cabin you both called home in a remote part of one of Drum's many wooded areas. The further away from 'civilization' the better as you both knew that Wapol's thirst for cruelty could only be sated for so long.
"Sleep." You whispered as your fingertips lightly grazed his face, pulling away the stern expression of a solider into one of an exhausted man. His lips pressed against your palm as a smile pulled at your face, the first one in a long while. It was all too easy for you to scoot into the bed next to him as his face buried into your chest, mere seconds later the low rumble of snore coming forth.
~One Week Later~
A dark plume of smoke floated upward in stark contrast with the deep blue of the afternoon sky. Soldiers or something worse? Your nails sank deeper into the thick log of firewood you had been carrying into the cabin as your eyes met Dalton's as he stood in the doorway. The sharp sting of smoke was soon followed by the distinct scent of wood burning. No, the town of Gyasta burning as the wood clattered to the snowy dirt beneath your feet.
"We need to move." Dalton muttered as you could feel your heart leap into your throat at the dull statement.
"Easy, it will be okay."
A reassurance that didn't quite stifle the thudding of your heart, swallowing tightly when Dalton's lips pressed against your forehead. There wasn't much to pack, but still each minute ticking by felt like a noose hanging about your throat. A simple leather bag around your back, a quiver of arrows and a bow would all that you could manage as you turned to face the cabin that had once been your home.
"Storm's coming."
"Does that favor us or?"
"It depends how fast we are."
There was a heavier crunch of snow as four hooves sank into the white powder, a large bovine head lightly nudging you as you scrambled up the creature's shaggy hide. Your hands tangling into thick fur as you slightly swayed back and forth riding side saddle, it was comforting in it's own way. The low noise of snow crunching all the louder in the quiet woods. At least, it was until a low snort came from Dalton, his bulk coming to stop as you worried looked around. The sharp crack of a gunshot broke through the treeline, sending you tumbling to the snow.
"Easy, easy" You hissed under your breath as your hands hastily grabbed Dalton's face, forcing dark eyes to look into yours. You didn't release your grip, holding onto the shaggy fur of his neck to prevent him from charging off. Not even when a sound akin to a growl rumbled deep in the bison's chest directed at the distinct sound of footsteps crunching in the snow.
Cruel laughter sent a chill down your spine, unfamiliar but cruel all the same. A faint whimper slipped from your lips as you stared up at the laughing man, with a beard thick and black as the smoke from earlier. Next to him stood the apparent gunman as a faint wisp of smoke drifted from the tip of the rife in his hands.
"A woman?" The rifleman's voice flat with disinterest.
"and her far more interesting pet. Look at the size of that creature. Who knows what other monsters are lurking on this island. Ah looks like it isn't merely a dull beast of burden, you can all but see the rage in his eyes."
Your nails sank deeper into the thick fur of Dalton's full form as his head swung about in agitation. Nose flaring in a direct challenge towards the strangers. The gleam of white horns catching in the air with a low whistling noise as another rumble came from his chest.
"Dalton, Dalton..easy.." You whispered fervently against his ear, knowing his sensitive ears would hear it.
" Perhaps she is a herbalist, Drum is known for it's medical knowledge, captain."
"Is it now? What good is that gonna do me? I seek treasure not some bitter plants and tears of some woods woman. As..charming as it may look on that face." The captain's words turned into a low leer as you were now acutely aware that all the fur and hides wouldn't be able to conceal you from his dark eyes. However, that didn't mean that Dalton's stocky bison form couldn't as he daringly planted himself between the captain's gaze and you. Provoking another bark of laughter from the captain and a smirk from the rifleman at the creature's protective stance.
"Treasure? The people of Drum have long since scrounged for any bit of coin and wealth since the accession of King Wapol. It's said the royal vaults of the castle gleam like fresh fallen snow, piles of gold and riches. You will only find bitter plants, angry beasts and frightened women down here." A hint of a tremble in your voice as you peered around the dark hide of Dalton's much to his displeasure with a snort.
"Down here? So, we must go up, and how would one accomplish that, little woman?" The rifleman quipped as the spectacles on his narrow face glinted in the afternoon sun.
"Gondola, there is a gondola that goes straight up to Drum Castle. The easiest way up, as long as you aren't afraid of heights. Just head north."
The captain grinned, revealing several missing teeth as he reached into his red coat pocket. A small den den mushi shivered in the colder temperature. Yet the cold would do little to stop the man from barking orders over the receiver. The message was answered with single low 'yes' followed by the final click of the call. A low gag slipped from your lips as a large hand seized your throat, the cold burn of metal against your skin as the grip tightened for a moment. The loud bellow of Dalton as his horns swung towards the captain's hand, the distinct sting of gunpowder as the rifleman fired a warning shot into the creature's shoulder.
"Dalton." You wheezed out as your hands frantically fought against the captain's grip, dropping to the snow in a coughing fit when he did release you. The harsh cold stung your lungs, but it was nothing to the hot splash of blood that you tried to halt as it dripped from Dalton's shoulder. Steam drifting into the air as you bit down on your lip.
"Think of that bullet in your pet as a reminder of what I, we, will do if you are lying to us girl. Now out of the way." The captain snarled as you hastily did as you were told, lightly pulling on Dalton's right horn to bring him with you into the cover of some pine trees. Minutes felt like a lifetime as you tried to ignore the cooling blood against your palm, the heaving shudder of Dalton's massive hide as his head swung side to side in conflict.
"I think, they're gone.."
"You stupid woman, you could have been killed, I could have wat-"
The low growl of the bison's voice turned into a huskier tone of a human man as fur turned to tunic. The dripping wound of the gunshot changing into a trickle, covered by the metal plating of his shoulder guard. A low groan of pain coming from Dalton as he reflexively rolled said shoulder, doing his best to ignore the fresh stream of tears dripping from your face. Said resistance all but crumbled within seconds as you wordlessly pressed your face to his chest, your silent cries turning into heaving sobs that wreaked your frame. The gentle crackle of leather his gloved hands pulled you closer from the briefest second before stepping away.
"Dalton. I-"
"We need to make it to Bighorn, at least there will be some fortifications there."
Flat. Direct. The Captain of the Civilian instead of your husband, wordlessly pulling you forward by the wrist. Tears blinding your vision as it was all you could do but continue walking after the green cloaked figure. The storm was here and it wasn't stopping, be it snow or pirates.
