Could i ask for yandere yonji who has his s/o being at the center of attention with both ichiji and niji amd idk yonji is just pretty jealous about it?
Feel free do write whatever you want about this, i trust you 🥺
((Also thank you so much for this and if you don't feel like writing for younji feel free to do it with zoro being jealous of sanji and luffy because they are too much around y/n 👀👀))
tbh I know so little of Yonji and the brothers because I only read whole cake once ever but I'll try my best.
Thanks for the ask! Hope you enjoy :D
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The marriage between Sanji and Charlotte Pudding was important.
That has been drilled into all of them multiple times by their father that Yonji had really stopped caring about it. No what he had eyes for was the real treasure in the room. Sure Pudding was beautiful and he would definitely have taken her... but this one was the real deal.
This one was the one that he was definitely going to take as his own.
But first he needs to make sure that the other two bozos of his brothers don't try and take up all the spotlight and attention. How dare they! They knew that he had claimed this one!
With gritted teeth, he started to stalk up to where the other two were crowding around his treasure when a slim hand grabbed at his wrist.
"what!?" he snapped ready to tear off the arm of whatever pheasant had dared to touch him only to stop at Reiju's stone smooth stare.
"Don't make a scene now." she said before walking off, leaving Yonji to seethe at the situation and shoot daggers at his brothers with his glare.
The other two definitely knew what they were doing when they sneered back at him and started to lead HIS treasure to a dance.
With a growl he turned back to Reiju.
"Oi."
"...what is it now?"
"I wont make a scene... but I want those two out of the scene."
At Reiju's frown he knew he needed to make a deal with her. "I'll distract father so if you want, you can try and talk to you precious Sanji before he gets married."
That seemed to do the trick.
"Bear in mind, you'll need to suffer for it too."
"Hah! I can take 100 times worse a punishment than them"
With a nod, he saw Reiju move over to the table where they were to eat. He got the plan.
Waiting for an opportune moment, he pounced, going over to his brothers and telling them to sit down before the party starts and before father noticed them goofing off too much.
Petty threats like that always worked, and while the two bozos sat down, he went searching for his treasure.
"There you are." He said finally having found them.
"Don't think I didn't notice you flirting. Did you like their attention? Did you plan for it? You know your wearing green right?"
He made his way closer and closer, reaching forward to grab their neck. So fragile compared to his modified strength.
"I'm sure they're learning their lesson on not to touch what is mine-" Reiju wouldn't go back on her words he knew. "-But it looks like I'll be teaching your lesson personally"
aRinz!! Nows my time. I want to see your thoughts about Yandere Sanji but with a man. I feel like its a whole different situation bc of his internalized homophobia he has going on.
ooo man Sanjiii
Hmm... I have read fanfiction of him but I havent really delved into him myself but here I goooo
hope you enjoy
Sanji knew his worth.
He knew his value and his values as a chef, to never use his hands to injure, only to give nourishment. To never turn away from a starving person. To respect every ingredient when you use them as they do you the favour of nourishing the body.
He knew his value as a fighter and protector. He knew how much his body can handle when it comes to injuries. He knew how to control every muscles in his legs so that his strikes would be true. He knew how to maneuver so that he could fly to where he needed to be.
He also knew his value when it came to women. How could he not when they were absolute perfection? From their beautiful soft features to their fine curves and the supple skin. From their voices to their smiles to their demeanor. Women were perfection, and men? Men were ugly disgusting brutes.
Of course they were! Look at all the villains in the world! Crocodile was a Man. Doflamingo was a man. His Father, his brothers, detestable in all ways. They were men. Men were the bane of existence, there only to ensure that the women would be always at the top.
Men were absolute trash. They are unthinking brutes. Violent. Savage. They aim to hurt. That was the why he needed to watch the men around him carefully. That was the only reason why he needed to emphasize putting attention to them when he could be putting all his attention on women.
And that man in particular... he made Sanji's skin shiver. There was something about him that screamed to be seen. That he was dangerous. A glint in his eye. Something about the way he moved. The way he sat. The way he would drink his water.
He was disgusting.
Sanji made sure to keep a good eye out on him. he just didnt trust him! He was definitely up to no good, and it left a burning sensation in his stomach when he thought about him. Night after night, that man and and his threatening presence haunted him. He needed to protect the women... the world from such a monster. And he was a monster, Sanji was sure of it.
Him and his suspicious eyes as he stared or didnt stare at the bodies of perfection when ladies walked past. Him and his filthy hands when he tries to high five any of his nakama. Him and his fake friendly smile that was trying to make himself seem innocent, like how a venus fly trap lures its prey to trust them before snapping its jaws and devouring them whole. Just like how those tainted hands were reaching for-
SLAM
"Aaah! Sanji, what the hell?"
"Nami-swaaaan~ I made you some refreshing tea just the way you like it!"
"Gaaaah! Sanji! You messed up the wood again!"
"Shishishishi, Its okay Franky can make Sunny all better again!"
The crew started up their usual banter.
From the corner of his eye, Sanji kept an eye on the garbage that they were forced to have for company as he apologised to Nami for breaking the boards and showered her with love.
That's right. Show me that frown you piece of shit. You dared think that you could touch Nami. You dare think that you could touch anyone in this ship. You dare come on this ship in the first place.
He would make sure that man would never get the chance to settle in. Never be able to connect with his Nakama. Never be able to be part of the group. He didn't deserve it.
He had already asked Frankie for a room of his own. Sound proof. Private.
The next port would be coming soon. He can just make it so that the crew would think he would be leaving them.
He would cook a big great feast and having something extremely special for him especially.
He would protect his family from threats.
After all, Sanji knew his worth.
And this man was worth nothing at all.
A new day brings new challenges, Doflamingo had always known that. A new place to be would bring even more challenges. A whole new variable would make it triply so. Especially if they were not the most cooperative type. Today's challenge however, was a new one.
His favourite pair of shoes were missing from the shelf.
It couldn't have been Baby-5. She would announce when she would be taking his clothes to wash, and usually she would do so after breakfast. It couldn't have been Buffalo, he wouldn't want to do all of this. His executives would also never dare touch his items without his consent.
So where were they?
He checked the shoe rack again and then poked his head back into the room and then did a check around. He was certain that he did not just kick them off and sent them flying like he did when he was too damn tired to care. He hardly would ever do that to his custom one of a kind shoes that would both give support and also allow him the agility of moment in any way he wanted.
Not finding it, he sighed to himself and rubbed at his temples. He didn't have time for all of this nonsense. Instead, he took his second favourite pair and slipped them on before heading to the dining room for breakfast.
He found his shoes almost immediately.
On the feet of his Corazon.
Taking his seat he leaned over to his little brother. "Comfortable right? Do you want a pair for yourself?"
His little brother just shook his head and scribbled down a note.
'No need'
Nodding, he shrugged and focused on his breakfast, taking note that maybe he should buy the other a pair.
It was kind of cute that his Corazon would want to wear his shoes.
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It was not cute at all that his Corazon would wear and lose his shoe.
"....Let me get this straight. You were at the market. And then you found some plums that you wanted to buy. And then when you paid for them one fell out and you slipped trying to chase it down. And then my shoe fell into a puddle, got knocked into an oil pan and set on fire and then run over."
The idiot nodded his head, averting his eyes as he should be, tucking his bare feet behind his covered one. What kind of inane and stupid reason to lose his favorite, custom made shoes.
Taking a breath, he stilled the twitching of his brow.
"....Fine. But you'll need to order me another one. Go and ask Jora about this pair, she should still remember the specifications."
With a quick nod, his brother was off, leaving Doflamingo with his thoughts.
His little brother really really needed to be less clumsy....
"And go and get another pair to wear first!"
The end of the day saw Corazon with the one shoe and a mismatched pair from another set.
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A new day brings new challenges, Doflamingo had always known that. A new place to be would bring even more challenges. A whole new variable would make it triply so. Especially if they were not the most cooperative type. Today's challenge however, was not new one.
His second favourite pair of shoes were missing.
This time he immediately had an idea who took them, especially when a single shoe was carefully placed on the place where the pair usually were.
Taking a breath, brow twitching slightly, he snagged another pair of shoes and slipped them on before throwing away the single shoe and marching to the dining room.
He snapped his eyes to the shoe thief only to pause.
".... Where is the other shoe?" he asked
Corazon slowly held up a paper filled with his chicken scratch scrawl.
"Its not even 9am. How the hell do you lose a shoe when it isn't even 9am yet!?"
His sharp ears could basically heard everyone's stares as the usual eating merriment paused to look at them. Taking another breath he sat down, but not before giving Corazon a hard stare and snatching the parchment that was presented.
".... You were going to get lettuce from the grocers and then heard some birds crying and so you went to follow them and you saw that their nest had fallen and there was a cat that was going to pounce on them and you put them in the shoe but the cat pounced anyway and you have no idea where you accidentally threw the shoe and the birds when it happened. It may have landed on the landfill nearby but it was set to be incinerated soon."
He stared at his brother who was still nursing cat scratches on his face and arms, with one bare feet resting on the wooden floors of the Numancia and just sat on his seat.
"Today we are going shoe shopping, and you can stop taking my shoes forever."
He promptly dug in, ignoring whatever his idiot brother responded with.
Today his Corazon would have so many shoes he shouldn't need to touch Doflamingos anymore. He would have all the fitting shoes within the next three cities.
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Today his Corazon had no shoes and there were no more fitting shoes within the next three cities.
Doflamingo stared at the crackling fire was covering the wagon that had almost reached their ship.
"How... the fuck... did the entire shoe delivery get set on fire."
"W-Well to be honest mister, we are not sure how it happened either.. We just heard the snapping sound of fire on wood when we turned back the cart was on fire! Luckily we managed to save a few boxes but..."
Those boxes were too small to contain the shoes that would fit Corazon.
"...And you were carrying the entire delivery, with not one more extra delivery cart coming at all."
"Y-Yes sir... Our customers usually hate when we make multiple small deliveries so we wait till all of them are here and bring them to the ships...."
This was ridiculous. This town was ridiculous. How was this even happening?
He turned to Trebol, ready to order the Family to burn down this entire city when he saw his Corazon slip on a leaf and fall back, feet flying in the air, left shoe making a graceful leap to freedom, sailing through the air and landing straight into the fire.
".... CorazonnNNNNNN......!"
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A new day brings new challenges, Doflamingo had always known that. A new place to be would bring even more challenges. A whole new variable would make it triply so. Especially if they were not the most cooperative type. Today's challenge however, was was the third day in a row that this problem had happened, and he still had no idea how exactly he would stop it.
"Corazon."
His Corazon didn't answer him. That was expected.
"Why are you singularly barefoot again today?"
'All of my shoes were were burned yesterday in the fire. I don't have any pairs.'
"And where is the other pair of the shoes that I lent you last night...?"
'I was hungry and I'm banned from the kitchen and I didn't have anything to eat.'
Doflamingo paused.
"Repeat that for me"
'I was hungry last night because I missed dinner. So I needed something to eat.'
No. That... no. No way in hell did was Doflamingo understanding the situation. There must be some translation issue, maybe his Corazon misspelled a few words or something. Maybe Doflamingo was having an anurysm.
'It wasn't that bad'
If he wasn't having an aneurysm then, he would be having one now.
"You.... You ate. My shoe."
A nod.
"You. Ate. My shoe."
Another nod.
"You put my shoe. In your mouth. Chewed. And swallowed them."
Another fucking nod.
"..... WHY...??????"
'I was hungry.'
Doflamingo needed to sit down. He needed to sit down and brain something. Maybe himself.
'It will be fine. It's not the first time I've eaten leather'
He stared at the paper blankly
'Leather is edible if you really needed to eat. It would fill you up at least'
"....when"
There was a sigh and his Corazon showed him the first paper and he slapped it away.
"I mean when did you learn that you could eat leather."
There was no reply.
Doflamingo stared at his mute brother, who was still barefoot, with his healed scars on display. On his toes to his ankles, disappearing up his pant legs.
He picked a pair and laid them at his Corazon's feet.
"Try to aim these shoes to where it would be passably safe"
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"Well you did aim them to where the shoe would be passably safe..."
Doflamingo watched as Marine battle ship faded into the distance. A shrinking view of a sailor could be seen screaming while waving the left shoe that he gave his Corazon in the air as he rubbed a large visible lump on his head.
'He was going to blast the cannon directly into us. They were too close'
He turned his eyes back to the current speck of a sailor who seemed to have slammed the shoe to the ground and was probably jumping on it.
"It would have been a good call if you hadn't tripped and also knocked over our own cannon."
He stared at his Corazon for a while, watching the other sweat under his gaze.
"I'm not lending you any more shoes."
The sight of his Corazon slipping half barefoot all over the deck as it was washed proved that was a lie.
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A new day brings new challenges, Doflamingo had always known that. A new place to be would bring even more challenges. A whole new variable would make it triply so. Especially if they were not the most cooperative type. Today's challenge however, he didn't even want to address.
He was down to his last three pairs of shoes.
And there was a thieving Corazon already looking through his now meager selection.
"Hurry up and pick one" He wasn't even going to ask what happened to the last pair.
A nod was the response, yes, but those hands still did not move towards the rack in front of him.
Doflamingo took a deep breath and willed himself to have patience. This was fine. It was just a stupid insignificant little thing. He was beyond this. Above this. Better than this in every way.
"If I pick one for you, would that be better?"
His Corazon shook his head.
"Well hurry up and choose! I'm not going to miss breakfast because you can't decide on this" he snapped. "Fucking hell, Corazon you cant even do this?"
His little brother's hand reached out for one and then paused and reached for another before withdrawing and starting again and what was all of this shit honestly, why was he even waiting-
He grabbed a random pair and proceeded to wear them, grumbling all the while.
Once one was one, he reached for the other but couldn't find it. He turned to the space where his shoe was to see it was missing. Along with his thieving little brother.
"ROCINANTE!"
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It started with word of mouth that spread as more people confirmed that Donquixote Doflamingo was someone who took shoe fashion very seriously. In almost every port, he would buy as many different pairs of shoes as he could, high end only, of course. There was hardly a pair you could see twice. Sometimes he changed his shoes multiple times a day.
As he rose in power, more people sought to curry favour with him by presenting him with the most up do date fashion of shoes they had to offer. He would always take them, even if he didn't take the deals, or the people that offered them.
Nobody cared to mention the littler shadow that lurked behind him, wearing a mismatched pair. They were almost always ones that Doflamingo had been seen in before. However, there were some times when a new pair would appear on his feet.
They never made the connection between that and how well his moods were. But the Family knew. And if they knew that sometimes, behind the scowl was a fond smile as he watched his Corazon walk around in his shoes, well, that was knowledge that was just for them.
Yo u know I'd ask about our saint and savior Cora-san 👀👌. For Sengoku too, if you're interested
awesome pawsome!
Since you placed the name Cora-san leading to how he would be during the point when he and Law were searching for the cure, I'll place it at that point.
I said I would make headcannons but it became a kinda... not a drabble not a full writing piece... idk man. I'll do the Sengoku one later hahaha.
Please enjoy!
Cora-san would only begin to fall for you after you have showed genuine interest and care in helping Law and joining their search. He was suspicious at first but he warmed up to you quickly enough. As another adult in the situation, he didn't need to hide his worries and burden alone, and could afford to lower his cheerful and constantly upbeat mood with you. Something you know he tried to hide away from Law.
As you shared your woes and worries, and comforted him though his fits of anger at the world and pain at the unfairness of the situation, his feelings would grow to genuine love.
However, what stemmed from gratitude turned to love and as the search became more dangerous and Law got sicker, his fears would slowly start to creep up on him. That if he failed? What would he do if he lost Law? What would he do if he lost you?
You wouldn't notice it right away. The way that he would cling on to you tighter. The way that he would hardly leave you alone. The way he would murmur that it was us against the world. That he would glower as people threatened you or looked at you for too long. He was scared of the future, so it was understandable. It was dangerous after all, and Doflamingo was after them. The Marines wouldn't help either because the fruit was for Law.
Why would you notice it? After all you couldn't even bat an eye when he beat the people around you black and blue and they disappeared after. This was the man who had burned down hospitals for the sake of Law after all. At that point the three of you were basically family and he was just protective that way.
You had heard the stories of people being beheaded in strange alleyways. But you had more important things to worry about, like Law playing making strange comments about the texture of brain matter or saying that death was just an every day part of life now, with Cora-san and you. The poor dear was so feverish he could hardly know reality anymore.
You only really realized when you were stuffed in the treasure chest with Law, injured and dizzy and unable to walk properly from your broken bones after the Barrels pirates and Vergo's attacks. When you knew he would sacrifice himself for both yourself and Law. The only reason why you knew was because of what Doflamingo had said.
That he had been careless when he trying to run around finding the Ope-Ope no mi. That the fires in hospitals could be a random run of the mill person. But the stories of anyone looking at a specific person wrong and being beheaded after was just too much.
That when Doflamingo stepped on the island, he knew for a fact that every one of the Barrels pirates would have been ended in the same way. That he was proud to know that the madness of the Donquixote bloodline finally became apparent in his once precious little brother.
Then Cora-san was shot for being a traitor.
Can you do NSFW prompt? If it's possible, a drawing or short fic of Rosi "playing with himself" would be ... nice.
And a SFW prompt, just in case, something for a Devil!Rosi, evil or nice, your choice.
I really enjoy what you've done so far, keep up the good work.
I love this prompt so much, you have inspired me to write out the points for two whole different storylines that could possibly become something hahahahaha (Though idk if I have the strength and perseverance to create such a thing)
Honestly I have written out the creation of the setting and goodness I love the lore that I have created but honestly it doesn't really need to be here unless I write the full story hahhahaha
Anyway I hope you enjoy this because I definitely loved writing this
CW : SACRELIGIOUS CONTENT especially since I did talk about Lucifer.
Not beta read, I did this all in one sitting. Ignore the grammar mistakes thanks :D
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The first time Rocinante met Lucifer, it was on his 6th Dozen.
As it usually was, being a Royal of Hell meant that occasions that they celebrated became bigger affairs then normal. The 6th Dozen was an important milestone for all demons, especially new demons, because that was the day that they got an inkling of their demonic form that was the basis of their soul.
As they grew and developed their personalities, their demonic form would grow as well to fit their nature, as was per their miraculous origin, unlike those who migrated here from Earth who grew their demonic forms due to their surroundings as their body adapted to Hell.
It was especially important for the original settlers and builders of Hell to have their children have their demonic traits as they were born as angelic as their origins meant them to be. Their 6th Dozen would be the beginning of their pain easing. Perhaps their soft flesh would finally scab over to become simple sores. Perhaps their teeth would finally break into the perfect set that would allow them to hold and crunch the boiling food that never cooled. Perhaps, their wings would finally be free of feathers and fires, allowing them to mostly heal, at least partly. Some lucky ones would have their halo break, finally releasing them of the pain of divinity, of being so far away and outcasted by one that they were meant to love.
These were the hopes of the Donquixote Family, and all the other fallen as they stared at Rocinante in anticipation. He blinked at them through hidden eyes as he took shallow breaths, trying not to choke on the ash exhaust that had been his daily air since he was born.
He wondered if he would get his father’s beaded eyes, glassy with the sheen of mucus that protected them from the debris each time a lava bubble popped. Or maybe he would get his mother’s bone like figure from the loss of muscle mass, that allowed her steps to be lighter and not sink as deep into the gulping pools of ground. Or maybe he would be like Doffy, is bigger brother that everyone had praised for not only having broken his halo into horns, but had also grown claws to grip and stabilize himself and others on to the boiling rocks.
Personally Rocinante just wanted to be able to breathe better.
As seconds and hours ticked by, the guests became restless, picking at their food and taking sneaking glances at him. Words were softly exchanged as the excitement started to turn to nervous sorrow. His parents anticipation turning to muted despair. Rocinante, of course, fidgeted where he was, trying not to let tears fall as he hacked out another handful of black phlegm. He wasn’t sure what he could do. Was there something he was supposed to have done to make this faster? Something innate? His breaths started to quicken and he stole a panicked glance at Doffy when the guests started to take out all of the salves, bandages, medicines, and barely dirty water, things that he hoped to be free off today.
Doffy of course, started to grab the spotlight when he began showing how fast his wings were molting and that it wouldn't be long before he lost his feathers completely. He was already stronger than many boys his age and they knew that life would be easier for him, so they happily indulged him.
Rocinante let out a soft sigh of relief when that happened, and he slowly, inched his way out of the elevated chair, ignoring the scalding sensation as his hands touched the burning granite and hopped down, barely managing to avoid a sunken pit, filled with bubbling tar. Limbs heavy as always, he staggered his way to an empty room.
It was there, that he met Lucifer for the first time.
The thing that struck Rocinante most about the ruler of Hell, was how beautiful he was. Not in any of the ways he was taught was beauty of course, with the romanticized idea of smooth skin, silken hair, and all that jazz. He thought the Devil was beautiful, because of the way his deflated eyes softened at him, similar to how Mother and Father did when they thought he and Doffy were not looking. The way his ripped and split lips stretched slightly into a tiny smile, not enough to draw blood in them, but enough to be noticeable. The way he knelt to be on Roci’s level, ignoring the hissing stones that his knees were on and how the smell of boiling flesh started to permeate the air.
“Hello little one.” The Devil said
“Hello, Sire.” Rocinante answered
When a large, blackened, bloody claw was held out, Rocinante pattered over to him as if in a trance and place his small fragile, one in it. He was slowly scooped up. Face closer to the devil, he reached out a hand and placed it on the drooping, ribboned flesh of his face.
The Devil raised an eyebrow, allowing a chunk of his skin to rip away.
“Are you not scared, little one?” the Devil said.
“I am not, Sire” Rocinante answered.
Rocinante could feel the rumble in the chest of the King as he gave a raspy chuckle.
“Why are you not scared?” the Devil said.
“Because you are kind, Sire.” Rocinante answered.
For a moment there was silence as Rocinante considered the devil and the devil considered Rocinante, smile slowly disappearing, eyes drooping.
“Why are you sad, Sire?” Rocinante asked.
“Because you will be in pain, little one” The Devil said.
“Will I always be in pain, Sire?” Rocinante asked
“Those who are in Hell, will always be in pain” The Devil said.
“Will I get my demonic trait soon, Sire?” Rocinante asked.
“You already have, little one” The Devil answered.
With that, the Devil turned to the door and made his way over to where the party was, his useless lumbering wings, dragging along the floor.
Rocinante in turn reached for them and tugged on them with his tiny, trembling, soft hands.
When the Devil walked into the room, it quietened immediately, as every fallen stared at them.
He walked over to Donquixote Homing and gently as he could, deposited Rocinante in his fathers arms, slowly nudging the child away from his wings. He offered his congratulations to the family, and a warning that the road ahead of them would be tough.
Rocinante could hear none of it through his soft sobbing. He could hardly noticed the soft murmur that spread across the room, or the pitying glances thrown his way. He barely noticed when his parents placed him on his cot and activated the bubble that would help filter the air, just a little bit.
He could hardly concentrate on Doffy’s words, when he entered to talk about something or other, giving monotonous responses each time, but never letting go of the grip on his shirt.
That night, as both Rocinante and Doffy slept, the Donquixote parents made plans in hushed whispers about what had happened, desperately trying to find a way to keep their son safe, the words of the Devil echoing in their minds.
He would never have any relief from his pain in Hell.
In the morning, Doflamingo would be struck by the sight that Rocinante’s eyes were no longer blue, but a deep crimson red.
--to maybe be continued or not idk man-
As for your nsfw requests, you can head over to my twitter with the same handle and I've already drawn out some self service Roci :D maybe you'd like that hahahah
Tbh I dont really get into the omega verse all that much but I may as well give it a try
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The thing about being an omega was that most would think that they were weaker, more subservient, and easy to control. In many ways they were, because they were generally more passive, avoided fights and would prefer to follow along with others for the sake of the community.
Because of that, many of them get treated differently. Some people thought they were suddenly made out of glass. Others imagined that they would immediately need to act and serve in a certain way. Others immediately thought of them as objects to be bred. As if simple biology would necessarily dictate the indication and preference of a person. It was unfair and unfortunate that most people and sometimes organizations would lean in to heavily into those biasness.
You'd think that the marines wouldn't be as backward as that.
Rocinante sighed to himself as the alpha pup in front of him tried to put up a front about how he was an alpha and that indicated that he would definitely be rising up the ranks faster and easier than everyone else. It may be true here especially, that being an alpha in the marines meant that you were more of a shoe in to being promoted due to your 'leadership' skills. However most of the time it was simply because they were bullies who played into the role and society just collectively agreed to allow them to be that way.
Inwardly, Rocinante thanked the gods that his foster father wasn't as dumb and as narrow minded as that. Or else he would not even have been able to join the marines. And that Sengoku didn't believe in bullying and relying on just the idea of alpha supremacy in order to get his way.
He conveniently forgot the fierce battle that had occurred when Roci had first found out that he was an omega, and the pleads and entreaties that he should drop out of the marines because of that.
Roci was lucky in many ways. One that he was stubborn enough to go through with the marine training even when everyone said that omegas should stay to be on the admin team or something the other, he didn't really listen. Two that Sengoku was able to see that he wasn't going to be giving this up and quickly changed his tune to ensure that he would be protected instead of just making his life harder (Though this did cause an issue with supposed favouritism). And three, that Rocinante was not an attractive omega. Not anymore at least.
He was big for one. Much bigger than most alphas. He was also strong. He was able to throw a person with just his arm strength. He was not pretty either, with the sharp nose, broad chin and non-existent eyebrows. One could even call him ugly. Almost brute like. And that was perfect for him.
No more stupid wanna be alphas trying to bully him into submission by picking on him, or ordering him around. He memorized the marine hand book to ensure that the others knew what they could and could not expect of him. He was not a coffee boy or a runner. Nor was he someone that they could dump paperwork on him just because they were getting lazy. They couldn't try and intimidate him with unwanted growls and hoots. They also couldn't wipe the floor with his face. Not anymore since he had grown.
The alpha that was trying to parade around stopped in front of him with a smirk and asked him what his position was and why he was not under anyone's orders. Oblivious to who he was and his position. possibly because Roci wasn't wearing his coat. Just his usual marine vest and suit.
"You'd need to ask the Vice-Admiral for that information. I'm unfortunately classified" he said apologetically as he looked at the other with a small smile.
It was never good publicity to show the world that he was an omega and in such a high position. So he was stuck there in his little room with his little desk, away from big profile missions. Which was perfect for his actual job.
His hands were stained red.
"Probably an admin clerk somewhere. You're an omega right? I could smell it. They shouldn't put you out in the field. What would happen if you encounter an alpha in a rut? Or if you started your heat? Honestly its not a safe thing." he little pup said with a cocky smirk.
"You should come with me. I'm definitely going up the ladder. I could protect you."
Rocinante looked at him considering. The marks on his uniform and his rank. He was still very very young. It wouldn't do to have him be scared away from the Marines entirely. But this kind of behavior couldn't be left unchecked either. He took a drag of his cigarettes (and paid homage to another dead omega) before shaking his head.
"You really shouldn't be mouthing off so much to someone who is higher ranking than you, Ensign. You may get in trouble."
He noted the other's look of confusion.
"You also shouldn't just dismiss a person by their gender, Ensign. The Marines take a tough approach to everyone, and make sure things are equal. Do you intend to say that Vice-Admiral Tsuru is any weaker than Vice-Admiral Sengoku or Vice-Admiral Garp?"
The ensigned paled and shook his head.
"Gender is gender, Ensign. Please do be aware of that the next time. Who knows, maybe one day you would see an omega be the one that defends the grounds, or takes the killing shot."
With a hasty request to be dismissed the young alpha scattered away from him. Rocinante took another drain of his cigarette.
There definitely was a place for omegas who were deemed tough enough in the navy, he would learn. After all, an omega scent would help to let the enemy lower their defense. An omega croon would distract heavily involved alphas. The idea of a dainty little omega in a marine uniform ready to be ravaged called to the sickest pirates like a siren's call.
The kills were easy when nobody believed that an omega was capable of such feats of violence.
The tables easily overturned when the public believed that omegas were unthinking when they were in their heats, and couldn't remember what had happened.
The support mountainous when they believed it to be an assault on a helpless omega.
Infiltrator. Spy. Killer.
Slick may be dripping down my legs, but my aim will never waver from your head.
Rocinante took another long drag, and tried to clear his head away from the blood splatter and the screams. It didn't matter in the end Alpha, Beta or Omega, young or old they all begged for mercy. In the end, they all died the same.
Who knew that being a marine would lead to this? At the very least, he was staining his hands for the good of the people. for justice.
Idly, he let his thoughts run to the various pirate crews with all the various genders interspaced. It didn't matter Omega or Alpha or Beta, everyone could be a captain, a first mate, a navigator, a shipwright. The way they would all laugh together as they drank their booze before he lured them away with his scent. They would all scream their crews names as they were eliminated one by one. They would all curse the marines as their ships that held their memories sank with them inside of it, crackling flames, drowning out their words, but never their intent.
His fingers burned as the ash reached them, causing him to drop the cigarette and burn his clothes. With a loud cry he patted on the flames as he searched for water, rushing over and falling on the process.
With a groan, he sat up and doused the flames with his own hands.
This kind of thinking was dangerous, he knew. If he started to question the marines and what he did... Well, it wouldn't be good. He'd need to talk to Sengoku about this and soon.
Maybe finally take up the one job he was mulling about for so long.
It would be good. To have his last mission and stop before he lost faith in what was happening in the marines. Before he could be turned against the Marines due to the thoughts in his own mind.
It would be good to do one last justice in the world, so get back to the day that had haunted him for so long.
got a prompt for Happy Old Roci. Not sure how I would do this, but where we goooo
Thanks to
@wiltedcorazonrp
for the prompt
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The apple garden was coming out nicely, he had to admit, as he shambled around. They were getting ripe and red and looking shiny and beautiful. Once they were ready, he would pluck out a bunch of them and bring them to the nearby town and distribute them. He would also keep a few to send out of course. It was always important to have fresh fruit on the ocean. At the very least, it would force Law to get to the surface to get some much needed vitamin Sun.
His vegetable patch was doing well too, however he wouldn't have enough to send out to Law and his buddies. Instead he squatted to pick up a head of cabbage and a carrot, staring at them to check their freshness and for any spots. So far minimal spots which was good. He really would need to thank that Granny who had given him tips on how to deal with the bug situation.
With a nod he placed them in his basket and took a breath before heaving himself up on his shaky legs. He briefly wondered if he he should try and get himself a cane like Law was always nagging him about, but he still didn't think he needed it. Yet.
He'd like to walk on his two legs for a little bit longer, at least.
Humming to himself, he picked up the basket and shambled back to his house, a small cottage really for him which his large size, though the towns folk thought it was a rather large house. Getting to the kitchen, he started to prepare his breakfast, peeling the leaves off the cabbage and chopping up the carrots. He added in a few nuts and some cheese into the mix before sprinkling it with some oil before tossing the mix. Once that was done he started to place them in a few bowls before getting to the dining table and seating himself down. Glancing at the clock, he steadily counted in his head before there was a knocking on his door before it burst open. "Uncle Roci!" came the loud cry of the children who tended to play near his garden. "We're here we are here to save the day!" He gave a large grin at the kids and waved them over.
"And thank you for trying to save an old man like me. Today there's a lot of work to do , some of the fence needs mending and I'll need one of you to help me with the soil for a new patch of crops. I also need someone to help me buy a few things from the town" he said. "But you need to get energy first, eat up" With a cheer, they seated themselves and started to scarf down on the salad he made, bickering with each other and trying to steal bits of fruit from each other. Rocinante just smiled at the sight, occasionally joining in to steal a bit of lettuce from them as well, and delighting in their cry of outrage. Later, he would accompany them to the town for his own groceries and to catch up with the fold, but also mainly to make sure they didn't get in trouble with those sticky fingers of theirs. He'd probably need to give them a bump on their head at the end though, because at least one would always try even though he said he would buy what they needed.
Within time, he hoped that he would be able to gain enough of their trust to know why they were always playing near his crops. And maybe give them a place to sleep so they didnt need to keep sleeping in that tent of theirs, despite saying it was only for camping. But for now, he would have fun with them, and do what he can. After all, he did it once, he could do it again.
Its what had saved his life before, and it would be what would continue to save the lives of countless others. He looked at the sky with a smile.
"Looks like this time I won, right Doffy?”
Roci gasped awake, a soft thing hardly noticeable unless it was completely silent.
He had learned, after his family moved, the importance of being quiet, especially when there were the mobs around. Feeling around, he could tell that his parents were still beside him. That's good.
But where was Doffy?
He slowly shuffled around the bed that his parents were lying in, trying to grasp the familiar figure of his brother, but he couldn't find him.
There wasn't any other option. He peeked from under blanket around the shack ignoring the shadows that danced around.
"D-Doffy...?" he whispered out, not wanting to wake his parents. There wasn't a reply.
He slowly uncovered his head to try and find his brother but the clouds had covered the moon's rays and he could barely see. His breathing started to quicken.
Doffy wasn't there.
"D-Doffy..!" he tried again, louder this time, but covered his mouth when he heard a sound from outside.
Where did it come from? The shadows? Where was Doffy? Gone? Taken? Who took him? Where was he now?
His breathing sped up as his eyes darted back and forth, trying to see where he could have gone, but he could only see long shadows, snaking out towards him like arms and claws, swaying like a noose and grabbing at him.
Why was it so hard to breath..? Was this what had happened to Doffy?
He opened his mouth again but could barely croak out a sound, breathing coming in light gasps and pants.
For a moment, he could see clearly, the dark eyes of those who threw rocks at them, whose faces he could never see as the torches shone above them. The glinting snarls and spittle as they shouted at them. He could feel the heat of the flames as they threw burning trash at them, barely missing by a few inches.
His legs twitched to run away, body flinging himself away on automatic where he slipped off the bed and landed in a quiet thump on something soft and warm.
"Gah! Roci! What the hell!?"
He flailed around as he felt arms encircle him, hardly noticing what was happening. He half felt like he was floating.
"Roci..! Shit, calm down..! Breathe..!"
He felt something on his mouth and thought distantly 'oh.. I cant breathe'
"Okay now look at me. look at me, Roci, I'm right here. Now breathe with me. Breathe with me okay little brother just breathe..."
Finally the clouds parted and he could see the shadows pull back, their suffocating limbs receding from his neck and throat.
"that's right.. just breathe okay... breathe..."
He turned to the voice.
Oh.. There he was. He wasn't gone... he wasn't taken.. he was here and he was safe...
"Good. Good, you're alright now... you feeling better?"
Roci looked up at his older brother and nodded slowly. Then he leaned closer and held his shirt in a vice grip as he calmed himself down.
"there there.. you're alright. I'm here and there's nothing in the world more scary than me. I'll scare away everything that tries to hurt us."
He slowly nodded at the words. That was right. Doffy was the strongest and best after all. So long as Doffy was there then things would be alright...
He suddenly felt exhausted, sagging limply in his brother's embrace.
"Don't worry about a thing, Roci. I'll protect you. I promise. I wont ever let you be alone."
With these words, Roci nodded one more time and closed his eyes, slipping away to nicer realities through dreams.
He didn't feel Doffy lay him down beside him, but he did snuggle up to his warmth.
"I'll fix this. I'll fix everything... Just wait for it. We'll be back to where we're supposed to be. I promise."
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