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Fandom that you can find: twisted wonderland lots of twisted wonderland stuff, black butler, hunterxhunter, spy family, disney, vinland saga, jjk, ghibli, Baki, and some original characters not much for all that T-T.
hey so filming people without their consent is weird. you know that right? filming people you don't know and they aren't aware of what you're doing is creepy. posting strangers online is fucking weird. we're too comfortable with doing it now for shits and giggles, chasing some sort of viral hit instead of reckoning with the fact that you posted someone who did not consent to their body and face being publically used.
we're being pushed these Meta Glasses as if mass surveillance of strangers is fun and normal! it's weird!!! there are already reports that people are using these to film women without them knowing and sharing it to communities who get off on this shit. who else knows who people are filming. these glasses with cameras are not obvious and that is dangerous.
Honestly, Egypt was robbed because I mean how are you gonna count their third goal as a foul but they counted Argentinaβs goals so fast? it was so rigged. Iβm so disappointed. I donβt want Argentina to win another World Cup. I want to see either France or Norway win this.
Trent Lane Boyfriend Headcanons! (SFW + NSFW under the cut)
(i just finished daria and have major Trent brain rotβ¦ but thereβs like no content for him so i guess i have to write it myself :p)
SFW:
He writes songs about you all the time (they donβt always make sense but you still appreciate them)
Probably shows his love through physical touch or acts of service because heβs too broke to buy you gifts or take you anywhere nice π
He always has an arm around your shoulder, a hand on your waist, or is at least linking pinkies with you. If youβre next to him, heβs touching you in some way
And if you ever need help with chores or a project, he offers to do it for you or help you finish it (which is saying a lot because heβs usually lazy af)
Always gives you his jacket when itβs cold without you even having to ask him :)
Loves to lay his head on your chest and fall asleep after late night gigsβ¦ you struggle to roll him off of you in the morning because he sleeps like a log π
Calls you his βmuseβ occasionally
But he mostly calls you a cuter version of your name (like how he calls Jane βJaney,β) or just a simple βBabeβ or βHonβ
Most of your dates are at the bars Mystik Spiral is playing at
Youβll hang out there for a while and get pizza afterwards, then probably smoke π in the tank
He asks your opinion on song lyrics, and youβll help him brainstorm rhymes
The man is nocturnal so you have a ton of late night phone calls
Youβre basically his sugar mama because again, heβs broke and unemployed
You have to reassure him that it doesnβt bother you all the time, in fact heβs *almost* considered getting a job just for you because he loves you that much π
(you can call him a deadbeat all you want. i would have no problem supporting my sweet baby girl π€)
He also gets insecure sometimes that youβll leave him for someone more educated or successfulβ¦ youβll have to explain to him that you donβt care about that stuff and that you love him regardless of it
His idea of a perfect day is just laying in bed with you all day longβ¦ heβs big on cuddles, either laying his head on your chest or nuzzling up into your neck :)
Although he also enjoys spooning you, or having you lay on his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair (Heβs the best cuddler ever, try to change my mind)
Also loves going to the music store with you, and any other shops you enjoy going to
If you like piercings, youβll go on piercing dates together :)
If youβre nervous, heβll hold your hand and talk you through it π
Keeping him company while he gets his tattoos
He likes to see what you buy for yourself so he can save up his money to buy you something nice for your birthday or anniversary π₯Ί
LOVES when you sleep in his t shirts β€οΈ He thinks you look so hot
He doesnβt strike me as someone who has a specific type, he just likes whoever he gives with. You could be alternative like him or have the total opposite aesthetic, he just likes you for who you are π₯°
Desperately trying to get him to take care of himself by getting a better sleep schedule and maybe eating a piece of fruit every now and again π
Watching Sick Sad World with Jane and Daria
The two of them look up to you because youβre one of the few people they think are cool, they mostly ask you for advice on relationships, school, and resolving their disputes
Jane asking you to help her dye her hair after Daria ruined it π
You always encourage her and compliment her paintings, she sees you as a really cool older sister (except not actually because all of her relatives besides Trent are insane)
You try to help them out around the house with cooking and cleaning and buying groceries since their parents are never home
The other guys in the band tease him so hard because he talks about you constantly and always gets so happy when you call :)
Jesse was actually the one who set you guys up, and it makes him so happy to see you together
He keeps a picture of you on the dashboard of the tank just to make him smile whenever he sees it π
NSFW: (18+/ MDNI)
Lazy morning sex (even though itβs at like 4 pm) because itβs the best way to wake him up ;)
Having sex in the tank right before a show because heβs convinced he plays better after he fucks you
Heβs a switch for sure, mostly because he doesnβt always have the energy to be on top
Really likes long make out sessions where youβre straddling his lap and he can run his hands all along your body
Looooves watching you ride him
But he also enjoys pinning you down and dominating you π
The cold metal of his rings against your skin drives you wild, especially when heβs fingering you
Will give you hickeys in the most obvious places because he thinks they look hot
Conversely, he loves it when you leave scratches down his back like youβre marking him as your territory
Listen, this man knows how to EAT π€ (youβre probably the most nutritious thing he eats tbh)
He loves overstimulating you by making you cum on his tongue and then fucking you immediately after
But he also loves it when you return the favorβ¦ he canβt think of any better sight than you on your knees going down on him π
He knows that his voice turns you on and uses it against you to turn you on in public (which leads to the two of you running out to the tank for a quickie)
Heβs really good at talking you through it π«
Not super loud during sex, but he does grunt and swear a lot
And when he gets close to finishing he starts letting out some airy moans, mostly saying your name over and over
Heβs not *super* freaky but he certainly knows how to show you a good time ;)
So I bet yall have seen the leaks by now, and damn i love the new sillies so far, especially rielle he looks exactly how I envisioned him. He's so full of whimsy I cant
The yan potential with the RSA students are amazing too, with love at first sight, hopeless devotion to the ones they love and the whole "I need to save you from the villains" mindset, what's not to love ??
Not fully following canon events and a lil ooc becasue they came out a day after the release of the chatacters
As the preparations have to be made for the contest against RSA, of course Crowley forces you along with the students to prepare. At least it's not as akward anymore, as you now know them.
While you're just happy to hang out with your friends, Azul and Jamil have the time of their lives. Finally, FINALLY, some alone time with you (well, almost alone, but this is better than sharing with the rest of the pricks, as they can tolerate eachother if it means no one else joins).
They hope this moment would never end, but, seems like the universe has some other plans for them. They hear a shout, disrupting their lovely time with you. Rage quickly turns into pure horror as they realise who's interrupting them...
To their utter horror, seems to be their awful rivals from RSA, just what they needed. It could've been anyone that disturbed them, he'll they would've taken anyone else at this point, but it had to be these two, amazing.
Rielle was the one that spotted the three of you, well, he spotted Azul to be exact. He wanted to say hi to his childhood friend, as they hadn't seen eachother in a long while !! It would be fun to talk once again !! Meanwhile Minajael is just tagging along, just going with the flow
Rielle rather abruptly stops in his tracks as soon as he spots you, someone he has nevee seen before. He feels the world slow down around him, his heart racing and his face flushing. Is this what his textbooks was talking about when they meant love ?? If so, he loves this feeling !! He can't let go ! This has to be fate or something, he has to ask you-
Minajael feels at ease, despite still being right next to Rielle (probably the biggest loudmouth he knows). He feels a sense of calm was over him as he sees you. Is this, no, it can't be. Love always sounded like such shackles, like it would ruin his freedom, but this, he feels so free. He will keep a lower profile until he figures out what the hell is going on.
You quickly get overwhelmed as you NRC friends are pushed away by the new RSA stufents, one frantically asking you questions while the other seems to stare into your soul. It's all very overwhelming, but atleast the preparations are soon done so this will be over soon.
Just a few moments ago they had the absolute time of their lives, now these soiled BRATS are comming in, taking their very much precious time. It seems if the RSA students are gonna play dirty, so will they.
TLDR sore losers get prissy when RSA princes show up to take the spotlight, rhis was fun to draw, hope you like it. Haven't been writing in a whole so I suck at this but, enjoy.
Reblogs with text and comments are very much appretiated to keep me going and creating <3
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.π₯ έ Λ π―rey !
doesn't take trey long to notice, when he unzips your jeans he blinks once, twiceβand chuckles lightly into your ear. his eyes linger too long for you to not notice, and you blushes slightly.
"well...that's one way to get a guy's attention~"
he gently hooks his fingers between your belt loops and pulls them further apart, and down your thighs, to get a better view of your underwear as well.
your back arches slightly above the bed sheets.
"i'd say i am pretty lucky~"
his smile is warm, but the faint pink dusting his cheeks gave him away. he absolutely felt like the luckiest man on earth when he kissed you and pulled your pants down further.
.π₯ έ Λ βeona !
he laughs, not judgemental, but amused. he pulls the zipper down all the way and caresses the text with his fingers, your hips jerk at his touch.
his eyes sharpened with lust as he leaned over, breath hot against your skin as he whispered. "i am a lucky man, aren't i?"
he teases the waistband of your panties and hooks a finger under them to slap them back against your skin, biting your lip to not let out a noise.
when you innocently ask him what he thinks of them, he groans, "don't act dumb."
a large hand settles on the back of your waist, fingers finding their way down your pants all while still straddling over you.
"you're just asking for trouble, aren't ya?" despite the teasing, leona loved it. only he can see these panties and he keeps it in the back of his mind until the end of the day.
may or may not gag you with them as well, hey you didn't hear it from me.
.π₯ έ Λ β±loyd !
floyd was already kissing you when he pushed you down to the bed, gently but also a tad bit on the rough side. his lips dance over yours as his fingers fumbled with your belt and when he zips down your jeans...he paused.
his fingers flutter over your panties and he looked down to see the text, just by the zipper.
he blinks once, until suddenly bursting out into amused laughter.
"BWAHHA!! lucky me, huh?" he happily sighs, fingers pulling your pants down as he leans over and kisses your neck.
"i'm keeping you forever, my lucky girl~"
he doesn't stop kissing your neck, in fact he kisses down your stomach and bites your skin just over your waistband.
he caresses your thighs, pulling down your panties slowly all while still looking at you, "let's see how long my luck lasts, yah baby?"
.π₯ έ Λ π±il !
he gives you a long, measured look. like he was expecting this is something you would do. when he sees the text, he rubs your sides up and down and keep you pinned under him.
"well, i have to admit." vil spoke with elegance, no hint of embarrassment to be found. "they suit you quite well~"
his lips curl into an amusing smile. his fingers dance over your skin and down your panties to tease them, "you're a cheeky little girl, aren't you?"
he leans down to kiss you, all the while pulling your panties down along with your jeans and lets your back arch to help him.
he's not, in no way, upset about reading the text. in fact, he's glad he gets to be the only one allowed to see you like thisβto know that he is the only lucky guy who will get his hands on you.
.π₯ έ Λ πater !
absolutely LOVES it. he loves it so much he stops mid flirt to go goo-goo-ga-ga over it. he likes it's so hot, he has a goofy smile on his face while whipping out his phone.
"damn, baby. i didn't know you were flirty like that~ it's kinda hot, actually! you have to let me post this, you're going to get so many views<3 !!"
of course, he won't post anything without your permission, but that doesn't mean he's making an entire album with just you.
"i guess i am a lucky guy, huh? well, it's obvious to others when they see me kiss you, but damn this just makes me wanna fuck you ever more~"
you pull his hair at his comment and he will laugh, leaning in for a playful kiss until it turned messy and a night you'll never forget.
[ A few thoughts about what it'd be like to live the spoiled life of the devil's pet β¦ Manga Spoilers for Chapter 1179! ]
ποΈ| Imu held your hand in his claws as he took you for a walk around his garden. You learned that not only did he have a soft spot for butterflies and other tiny critters, he also knew the name of every flower which sprouted in his chamber.
The vines climbing up the pillars were blooming with bright red petals shaped a bit like the demon king's tail. He noticed you gazing up at them, but they were too high for you to reach. So without warning, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you high up so you could smell them.
"Do you like them?" He asked and watched you closely, making you blush at the attention. "Theyβre called the Devil's Heart."
You couldnβt help but chuckle, when you realized Imu was frowning at you, you tried to explain.
"That's a bit on the nose, isnβt it?"
He tilted his head, still confused. Perhaps demons didnβt take too kindly to humor. Imu hugged you close to his chest and kissed your forehead.
"Youβre a strange one, mortal."
ποΈ| On days where Imu-sama was busy ruling over the world, you sometimes snuck out of your chamber and explored the castle and its vast hallways, endless corridors and staircases that lead to more staircases. It was fun to see all the paintings and ancient treasures displayed everywhere, you were sure no one in the world below had ever laid eyes upon them.
On one of your adventures, you accidentally walked into two knightsβ you quickly hid behind a corner and listened to them with halted breath.
"What do you reckon the Great One did with that fragile human we brought him?" Shamrock wondered, though he sounded almost bored.
"Hah! I doubt that little bird is still alive, there's no way in heaven or hell they survived a night with him," Sommers laughed. "After all, that mortal rat wasnβt the first β¦"
You gasped, then slapped a hand over your mouth to silence yourself. It had never occurred to you that there might have been others before you β¦ innocent people who met a far more gruesome fate at the devilβs hands. Were you only waiting for your turn to be slaughtered like a lamb when Imu-sama grew tired of you?
No, surely not, he had confessed his eternal devotion to you. He claimed he couldnβt live without you. And neither could you, not anymore.
"Not the first to be brought to him as a sacrifice, but I saw the look in the Great One's eyes β¦ he didnβt intend to take their life. He desired them," Shamrock concluded and Sommers shrugged.
"You think he-," the older knight grinned eerily.
"Yes, he might have taken them as a partner. I can smell their scent lingering in these halls."
You felt a great relief at the knowledge that you were more than just one of a thousand lovers who had been bedded by Imu, but you needed to run before Shamrock found out you were snooping around. So you ran, as fast you could.
"It doesnβt seem like our Lord has chosen the brightest of sheep," Shamrock murmured as he felt your presence hastily running through the halls.
ποΈ| In stark contrast to his terrifying exterior, Imu enjoyed nothing more than sitting in the garden with you at a little table to have tea and cake as the afternoon sun shone through the windows. The table was comically small compared to the demon king himself, so was his chair, but he cared more about you sitting comfortably.
"These herbs are from Dressrosa, have you ever been?" He asked and carefully placed his tiny cup down.
"Not yet," you took another sip before daring to be curious, "Have you? You must have seen a lot of the world in your life."
Imu's face hardened as if he was recalling a bad memory.
"I have not been to the underworld in a long, long time. There is no beauty to be found there, all of it is twisted and mangled to become evil β¦ you are the exception."
An odd compliment when you thought of all the wonderful places on the Grand Line you had heard and read about in your books. You must have hidden your disappointment rather poorly, because only moments later, Imu's tail wrapped around your throat gently and his tip rubbed against your cheek in an effort to cheer you up.
"Fear not, you wonβt have to worry about the world much longer, little mortal," he promised you ominously. "Soon there will only be us."
ποΈ| As an all powerful being there wasnβt much that could harm Imu. You however, had found out about one of his weak spots.
During cuddling and having his head in your lap on most days, you eventually learned that his horns werenβt anything like those of a bull or goat. They were sensitive, with enough nerve endings to make the demon king shiver when you rubbed them.
In response to your teasing Imu pinned you down on the bed or pressed you up against the wall, red eyes glowing furiously and his claws scratching your thighs.
"It seems I have to teach you a lesson in obedience, pet."
Worth it, you thought as Imu began to take you.
( NSFW! )
ποΈ| The only thing Imu adored more than fucking his tiny human so hard the bed frame shattered under his might and your screams filled his ears, was to invite you into the throne room for a private session.
Imu sat down on the empty throne with his legs spread wide and his head resting on his hand, watching you like a hawk as you struggled to climb the stairs.
You fell to your knees when you reached him, exhausted and breathing hard. Then you leaned your face against his thigh and gazed up at him.
"Serve me," Imu commanded from his throne.
Your lips eagerly wrapped around his cock after you freed his length, with how big it was you couldnβt possibly fit it all into your mouth. You gagged and Imu's lips curved up, enjoying the sight of you struggling to take it.
"Is that all you can do? Do not fool me," the demon pushed you to try harder.
Imu placed his hands at the sides of your head and guided you back and forth on his cock, teaching you how to properly deep throat. By the end of it, you werenβt the only one whose moans echoed through the throne room.
ποΈ| Imu did not shy away from ordering you to pleasure him with your mouth under the table while he spoke with the Elders through his snail. The old men were none the wiser when the speaker picked up on your moans muffled by his cock or Imu's barely noticeable sighs of pleasure.
"Great One?" Saint Mars asked the demon king after he had not spoken for a while.
Imu snarled, he didnβt take kindly to being interrupted, but he pulled you off his shaft to focus on his work for just a bit.
At night though, he would lock himself in a room with you and neither of you would sleep.
ποΈ| The demon king left bite marks all over your body. From the crook of your neck where he could marvel at the bruise all day, to the inside of your soft thighs. He couldnβt help himself, you looked so delectable in bed that he needed to have a taste of your flesh. Your blood dripped onto his tongue and he became even more obsessed with his human pet.
"Like honey," Imu growled as he lapped at the open wound on your throat. "You must be careful, if you taste too sweet β¦ I might lose myself and eat you whole."
Those words, spoken so smoothly in that deep, rumbling voice you had grown to love instead of fear, truly scared you. After all these nights spent with the beast, you still couldnβt trust him not to succumb to his carnal desires.
"Are thou not entertained by mu's humor?" Imu questioned you and gently bit into your earlobe, "Mu shall learn more jokes that mu's human enjoys."
" β¦ maybe scratch any about eating me," you suggested nervously.
"A tragedy," Imu hummed and let his tail swish around, he positioned the tip under your chin, then tickled you until you were giggling uncontrollably. "Precious."
Thanks again for reading! And for all the love on my previous Imu post, I truly appreciate it β₯οΈ Next up on the list β Reader cares for Imu after he returns from Elbaf, covered in blood and desperate to feel your soft hands on his strained muscles! Get ready.
Synopsis: You shipwrecked on the Amazon Lily only to be found by the Kuja Warriors and brought to the Empress. You expected death, instead, you're given unexpected kindness that leaves you confounded.
Content: Fem!reader x Boa Hancock
"You confuse me," You'd found yourself admitting, breathing out into the silence of the Pirate Empresses throne room. Your side lent against the left wall, gaze cast out, down, to look upon the Amazon Lily and it's setting.
Greenery brighter than any you'd seen on any Islands before, sun dazzling down from a blanket of beautiful blue that would make even the sea jealous with it's natural and alluring azure and a calm and gentle wind that pushed through the semi-crowded street filled with the proud Amazonian women that populated this land filled your view; yet, none of that compared to her.
The leader of this place, feared and adored by all the subjects you could see below.
You looked to your side, to her, when you were met with stunning silence, uncommon for the proud ruler that you'd grown used to yelling, raising her voice and commanding in the past week since your ship wrecked upon the shores of the Amazon Lily.
She sat there, legs crossed, her head resting on her propped up fist with her dark caramel eyes staring at you- ones that when the sun hit just right looked like a hypnotising swirl of sweet chocolate that drew any unsuspecting person in with her beauty.
The sun seemed to bend to her whims, just like everything else did, and it enveloped her in a beautiful and bright lighting that some might think of as heavenly, not too harsh, nor too light, instead, just right.
It made the already vibrant colour of her vermillion attire appear ever more fluorescent and you wondered what sort of dye emitted such pigment.
"I confuse you?" Hancock parroted, tone hauntingly even as her unblinking stare tracked the small movement you did, adjusting yourself against the surface of the wall.
You nodded.
The Snake Princess hummed, the sound melodic, "Pray tell, what has caused such feelings of uncertainty to arise in you, my dear?"
There it was.
"You-" A pause as you struggled to find the correct words, reminding yourself to keep your tone level as to not accidently irritate the Princess, "You've offered me shelter, a bed to sleep in, clothes as well as your company and yet you ask nothing of me, even calling me- me- pet names."
"And that... brings you confusion? You are not a man, I see no need as to why you'd expect me to treat you harshly."
"I'm still an intruder-"
"You are my guest," Hancock interupted, her hands going towards her seat's arms and raising herself.
She stood tall at 6'3, a few inches added to her natural height due to her shoes, and those heels echoed across the steps of the throne as she walked over to you. Her movements smooth, like a snake. You felt hypnotised by her- it was hard not to.
The Snake Princess felt more like a snake charmer in the way she's able to enamour any soul, yours included, she comes across using nothing but her beauty.
"Do you dare to question my judgement?" Hancock asked, voice not raised but booming in the respect it demanded when directed towards you.
She kept walking, stopping once in front of you. The Empress placed her hand on her hip, looking down at you.
You shook your head, "I didn't mean to offend you, all I was trying to say is... I don't understand. It's-" Ugh, how could you say this without offending her? "It's just... Unusual. I didn't expect to be treated so well."
A moment of silence passed, the wind passing through the open windows of the throne room; but then, Hancock broke it.
A small smile lighting up her features. It was a smile of many, it looked comforting, yet mocking, kind, yet displeased.
You weren't sure which of those thoughts made your heart pick up- but one of them did, with the silence you could hear your heart beat in your ears, and you heard it speed up just slightly awaiting her reply.
Was it her beauty or nervousness causing that?
You didn't know.
Best to assume both.
"You needn't worry," Hancock replied, lifting her fingers to card through your hair in a way you found yourself unconsciously leaning into.
"I have responded to your apperance, on my land, in the way I have, due to reasons only I need to be concerned about. You have no need to question anything."
She leaned down, and you could've sworn you saw her pale cheeks light up with pink, before her face left your view of vision and you felt her lips against your forehead. Giving a small kiss.
"Simply enjoy and relax. Leave everything to me, just accept what I give you."
Hancock then leaned back, her hands cupping your cheeks and stroking them with her thumbs.
"If you wish to leave, I will accompany you and deliver you to whichever Island it is you want to go to. If you wish for me to stop, I will. However... If you desire for me to resume my affections towards you, I will be happy to do so, and I promise to treat you with- what you deserve."
Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest and you were sure breathing had to be easier than how it felt right now, but looking up at Hancock, you could only stare before nodding slightly.
"Ok, I won't ask you again."
Her face lit up, and she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. Thanking you and saying all sorts of praise that made your chest thump.
You didn't understand her, nor her actions, but that was fine for now.
You were a simple trader- the only people who would miss you were those you were sailing towards for a deal before the storm picked you up and threw you into the Calm Belt before stranding you on the Amazon Lily.
Getting back home wasn't a big concern of yours at the moment. Sure, you missed out on a bit of money, but you had bigger concerns! Like a Pirate Empress for some reason being nice to you.
You had time to figure it out, and you would. Just not from Hancock.
Approaching the elder Nyon, you weren't shocked to see her let out a loud sigh that must've expelled all the oxygen within her lungs before she gave you a dry look.
No you weren't shocked, if only a little offended.
It wasn't like the Nyon had given you any impression she wouldn't treat you as such though, you'd known since her protest against you staying on the Island to the looks she gave you everytime you interacted with Hanock that the Elder Nyon did not like you.
Well, it probably wasn't that she didn't like you, you hoped, it was more just she didn't seem to like your presence on the Island as a stranger.
That was understandable.
So you carried on, approaching her and giving the shorter and much older woman, a smile.
"Elder Nyon," You greeted, the previous Empress looking up at you. The two of you were at one of the cliffside's of the Amazon Lily that oversaw the Calm Belt in all it's beauty.
You'd just come from seeing Hancock off at the dock, a request of her's you couldn't resist. She'd held your cheek like she had two days prior, and told you to remain safe- in her Palace if you wished, and that she'd be back soon.
You in turn, had wished her good luck.
The women around you all had swooned at the interaction, you supposed it must've been because of their Empress being so kind to someone who in all truth, didn't deserve it. So you'd ignored it.
Once the Perfume Yuda had set off you managed to avoid the forming crowd with the help of Margurette, who'd been your guard for most of your stay, and made your way across the Island to find Gloriosa without Hancock around to throw the old lady out whenever she did or said something to upset the current Empress.
Which, really, happened more than it should've in your opinion.
So, here you were now, before the woman and you could finally ask her, "Why has Hancock been so nice to me?"
"Ah, so now you ask," Gloriosa responded, her hands gripping her cane slightly tighter as she closed her eyes in thought, "Has the Snake Princess spoken to you about love?"
You frowned. That was a bit of a weird question. Regardless, you paused and thought about it. When you figured out an answer you responded, raising your voice, the woman in front of you opened her eyes once more.
"Not really. The only things I can think about are her calling me 'her love'."
Gloriosa had taken you back to her small hut to explain to you the past of the Kuja women and the past fates of the Empresses.
In your opinion, it was horrifyingly stupid.
The proud leaders of an all women Island have all fallen to defeat, ruin, betrayal, whatever you want to call it- all because of men.
It was horrifyingly ironic.
"If not ending up with the man who you have love sickness for resolves in death... How come you're still alive, Gloriosa?"
The past Empress frowned into her cup of tea, a small warm breeze fluttering through the air and brushing against her silky grey waves.
"There are two ways it is cured. Either the Empress must die, or the man does. The one I had it for... Met an untimely death and as a result, I was spared of my own. Unfortunately, if you do not end up with the chosen man- fulfilling your heart and curing the sickness, an arguably worse fate than death meets you. You lose your-"
"Strength?"
"Beauty."
Oh. Wait what?
You stared at the woman, and she stared back.
"You... You said you lost your beauty? I thought strength was beauty to Kuja women?"
And even if it wasn't... Was Gloriosa calling herself ugly!? For being a seventy year old woman she looked amazing!
"It is, however, to the outside world, beauty is judged by apperance. We lose our worth to those outside of the Amazon Lily."
... You could hardly see how that was worse than death. Gloriosa didn't even leave the Amazon Lily!
Regardless...
"So... What does this have to do with Hancock and how she's been treating me? Are you saying she has love sickness for me?... I thought you only got it for men."
Gloriosa hummed nodding, "That is usually the case, yes, and we believed Hancock had already contracted it for another... However, with you here, I do not believe that is the case any longer. The way Hancock reacted in regards to her love sickness was very strange- unlike the others, myself inculded, that I've seen before."
Gloriosa went on to compare Hancock to the other's and slowly the pieces came into place.
"-She seemed pained to leave you this morning, even if you were staying on the Amazon Lily. I assume that was her only reassurance. With the other soul, she seemed fine letting him go- and that was my first clue."
You frowned. You didn't want Hancock to be trapped in a situation like this because of you, it was cruel, truly a curse.
The Elder Nyon tapped your head with her stick making you whine out in pain while throwing a glare.
"Do not be so put down! I explained to you that Shakuyaku was fortunate enough to have love sickness be towards a man she favoured and he returned her feelings resulting in neither of them needing to die and Shakuyaku's sickness being cured! I believe you and Hancock will share a similar fate."
... What!?
"Gloriosa you can't be serious! Hancock-"
"Hancock loves you, as she's proven by offering you shelter- a room right next to hers that is reserved for the right hand woman to the Empress, she has given you clothes, food, attention and devotion. She is utterly enamoured with you, you fool! Goodness, she's practically already started parading you around as her consort, having you wish her farewells in front of the public!"
You blushed listening to her. Was that why everyone was staring this morning!?
"If you return Hancock's feelings, which I suspect you do, allow the both of you to love eachother and free her of her curse."
You swallowed, you hands cupping around the mug that sat before you, looking down into it, the liquid reflecting you.
The hours counting down the Perfume Yuda's return were daunting, it felt like you were awaiting execution.
You resolved to stay in your guest room, the one just beside Hancock's and one you belatedly realised is the only other bedroom apart from the Empresses in this section of the Palace. You had asked her sisters where theirs were and they said they had rooms on one of the lower floors.
During the wait, you had paced around your room, bit down your nails to an uncomfortable length, played with your hair resulting in you messing it up and having to brush through it so it'd look presentable and now you laid on your bed, staring up aimlessly at the ceiling and tracking the different patterns embedded in the surface above, trying to follow each swirl and count how many there were.
Nothing you did tempered your anxiety. Gloriosa's words: βHancock loves you,β spoken with such certainty you couldn't find it in yourself to think she was lying, circled through your mind like a snake constricting your brain and forcing the small amount of space it left to only supply your mind with thoughts of her.
That beautiful, silky, long hair that you'd felt the urge to tread your fingers through and treat with care.
Those piercing eyes that could make anyone weak just by looking at them, whether it be a look of happiness or a glare.
Her amazing legs that could topple mountains with just one simple kick- despite their sleek form, a powerhouse fit for a woman of her stature.
She bore the voice of an angel, a goddess, a temptress, someone who commanded respect when she entered the room, someone who you would mistake for a siren. A voice you could hear talk for hours.
You let out a wistful sigh, closing your eyes. Your hands were laid flat on your stomach and your legs beside each other.
The thought of, βI wonder when Hancock will be back?β Entered your mind like a slave arrow the woman herself would shoot out at enemies.
βWhen I didn't see you at the docks I feared the worst,β The voice of the woman you'd just been fantasising about, spoke, and your eyes snapped open to see her entering your room, βAnd here I find you, laid out like you're about to be put in a casket.β
βHancock!β You greeted, sitting up, staring at the woman.
She was wearing a different dress than usual- the colour coincidently your favourite, and beautiful in the way it hugged her form well, sleeves long, no cleavage shown, yet that daring split at her leg was there.
In simple a term, she looked heavenly.
She smiled down at you, Salome by her side, coming up to stop at the side of your bed, βStill alive, I see,β Hancock observed, a small giggle leaving her, her nose scrunching up with her laugh making your cheeks flush when you thought: βCuteβ
βI'm sorry I didn't come to greet you,β You replied, looking down at the covers of the bed, your hand scrunching up a bit of the blanket in your fist, βI was justβ¦ Lost in thought.β
Hancock hummed.
You heard a rustling, and then felt the bed dip. Your head looked up to see her now sat in front of you, one leg was over the bed, skin in the open where the slit allowed it, while the other was crossed knee towards you, with her foot beneath the other.
Hancock's body was facing towards you, her left arm resting on her thigh while her right arm and hand pressed against the bed at her side to steady her. She smiled softly at you.
βDo you wish to share your thoughts with me?β The Empress asked, eyes softer than you'd ever seen them.
You thought about it, pausing while there was a silence between you. It wasn't akward, but filled with a simple trust between the two of you.
There was no point in trying to dodge the arrow rushing towards you, staring into her eyes, you took a breath before asking, "Are you in love with me, Hancock?"
She paused. The Empress' smile fell into a look of bewilderment, and then embarrassment as her cheeks flushed and she looked much less like the terrifying Snake Princess and more like a shy girl with a crush.
Her hands rose to cup her cheeks, and a smile formed once more on her lips but it was bashfully. You blinked at the switch-up.
Gloriosa was RIGHT!?
"I- I am! Goodness, this is so embarrassing! I hadn't wished for you to find out so soon I was planning on proposing tonight!"
She was- PROPOSE!?
"Wait, wait-" You replied in shock, staring as Hancock didn't even seem to hear you, and began to go on a rant about how the two of you would marry and that she was happy you were already settling into your life on the Amazon Lily well.
"Hancock!"
The woman stopped her rant, blinking at you like an owl at your raised voice, a frown etching onto her blushing face, as she moved her hands from hers, to cup yours.
"Ah, what is it my dear? I'm sorry- this isn't what I planned but we can still-"
"Hancock..." You interupted, watching her finally listen to your and stop herself before another rant started. This was so- bizarre. It's like her personality had done such a 180 since you first met her.
"I can't marry you," Her face dropped and you were quick to continue, "I can't marry you- yet. I... I love you too, I think, but marriage is too soon. We hardly know each other. I think... Friends, then dating and then down the line we can think about marriage but it's- I can't right now."
She stared and you were worried she'd turn you to stone here and now, but instead her hands dropped from your cheeks to rest on her lap.
Hancock sighed, resigned.
"Ok. I can wait," Her smile then returned, "I can wait however long you need to be ready."
You nodded, smiling back, "thank you, Hancock."
She shook her head, "No, thank you, for allowing me this chance to love you."
You couldn't marry yet. You were too unknown to each other but... You knew you'd no doubt become the wife to Boa Hancock down the line because if there was one thing you knew you could never be confused about again, it was your feelings towards her.
You were in love.
You both had time.
A/N: VERY self-indulgent piece of mine to the point I worry I may have made Hancock a bit OOC?? I hope not! If she does come off a little OCC I'm just excusing it by saying that i think once she realises her crush on Luffy isn't actually a crush, she'd react more maturely(?) Towards the subject even if she still is a large romantic and with the person she actually gets 'love sickness' for, she'd treat it differently to how she does Luffy in canon and would be more willing to take things slow rather than bombard the person she feels it for with proclamations of love and marriage.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed it enough! Thank you for reading!
