☆Restoration☆
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King The Wildfire x gn! Reader,
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💥~☆ Hehe, birthday week is over, time to lock in. Graduation went very well and it was fun, I ate an entire one of those mini chocolate tesco traybake cakes, fuck, what a good bit of scran~
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Taglist: @betw33nthesheets, enjoy pookie~☆
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- To say that you were simultaneously fascinated and frustrated to all hell whenever you drew king was an understatement,
- Had you ever seen lunarian wings before? No, did they look close enough to Shandalorian and Skypiean wings? Yes, but they werent, so now here you were, staring at King as he moves around Onigashima,
- Honestly, the Tobi Roppo are starting to get concerned with the focused gaze that you have on King's back, they werent sure if their boss actually knew what you were doing, practically burning eyes into the back of King's head,
- He knew of course, anyone with eyes and observation haki could tell they were being watched, and curiosity mixed with quiet amusement was starting to increase further each day,
- First you had sat by his armour for hours, then asked him to draw out his devil fruit from memory of when he had eaten the zoan,
- King doesnt pry though, he may be curious but your clearly working hard on something, something that no doubt youd show him,
- It was ridiculous, your entire relationship had started in the most ridiculous way,
- You had been one of the lower ranks in the beast pirates, newly recruited from a seige on Wano where you had actually managed to put up a good fight, so Kaido had accepted you into his ranks, especially after you'd just dropped a bottle of sake infront of the yonko,
- Since then, well, some courtship ritual that seemed silly to others but made Albers heart warmer than the flames that flickered between his wings,
- It was like when a really small bird started to present mating gifts to a much much larger one, ridiculous, but very fucking effective when done right,
- It had started with small gifts at first:
- Making sure that reports from the Tobi Roppo and the Headliners were ordered by date. The ones that were older then a month were discarded as it was old intelligence, you added small sticky notes with abbreviations from what was said by those that typically prattled on constantly,
(*cough cough* Looking at you Page one and Ulti *cough cough*),
- Finding small pieces of amber because it reminded you of the flames that surrounded the battlefield whenever he faught... He still has it in his quarters.
- Slipping him small Begonia petals during the meeting that Kaido had with Big Mom as small warnings,
- And bit by bit, you had managed to worm your way into his heart with small acts of care and thoughtfulness.
- Your comrades would give you side glances whenever King actually praised you after a mission, Black Maria would grin behind her fan as she would share a side glance with Who's Who,
- What King didnt know is that you had, by pure chance and some fucking miracle, found an old lunarian tablet, one that had distinctive streaks of old drawings that had been painted, it wasnt in the best shape, but it could be restored with a bit of stone and some old black ash mixed into wet clay to paint it. The wano sun would help to dry it,
- So after you worked and completed your missions, you would sit for hours, carefully restoring the old drawings and the stone tablet itself until it was finished,
- On the back, you had added a drawing of Albers pterodactyl form in the centre, with the lunarians devil fruit right next to it,
- You wait for King to come back to his room, you had picked the lock on his door, and well, your sire the only reason why you haven't been thrown out the window is because of your masterful courtship rituals,
- What you dont expect is for Alber to immediatley freeze as soon as he sees the tablet in your hands,
"Is that....how did you find that?"
Comes the breathless reply from Alber, his hands moving up to his mask in order to unclip it...to actually take off his mask, you never thought youd see him without it, not that thats a problem, not at all.
Kings hands are... shaking, the hands that have slaughtered many for his captain and terrorised islands, the hands that smell of burnt leather and ash and old blood, the hands that are so so careful as he gently picks up the tablet from your hands.
"I uhh, found it, a few weeks ago. I knew that you dont really talk about your people, and I hope that ive been really careful in preserving their words and my mimicry of their drawings is accurate....i just-"
You start to ramble, trying to backpedal just incase you had actually fucked up and King thought you had desecrated the old clay tablet from the now extinct Lunarian tribes.
Should you have kept it as it was? Did you fuck up? Was it some sort of rule that tablets were never supposed to be painted over in lunarian tradition?
"Y/n."
King, no... Alber speaks as he gently places the clay tablet on his pillow, making sure that it was secure and wouldnt slip, he didnt want to damage the work you had done.
"Thank you...You-"
Alber struggles for a minute, cutting himself off as he tries to think of how to say it, before one of his large black wings spreads out to its full length before it curls around you. The feathers practically radiate heat...acting like small hot water bottles on your skin as he pulls you into his arms.
"Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me, truly..."
Alber leans down and rests his forehead against yours, the flames between his wings starting to ramp up from barely contained emotion.
"To see a part of my history, my people, restored? It means so much to me. You have done well"
You let out a breath of relief that you haven't fucked up and close your eyes.
"Thank god."
"Is this why I have been hearing you cursing in your quarters for the past few weeks?"
Okay, you hadnt been swearing that much...maybe you had honestly, the amount of times that you practiced the lines of the ways that lunarians used to draw their wings on pieces of paper because your hands shook from nerves due to how important this was.
"...perhaps"
"Hmph...It was worth whatever frustrations you had, ill have to find a place to keep this secure"
"Right, yeah... good idea, I dont think it can stay on your bed forever"
"No...but you can"
...Smooth.
Real smooth.
Fucker.
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