Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" didn't even want to join the guild. The only reason he picked up a silver blade and learned the verses was for you. When you guys were kids, you were inseparable, but as you grew older and the town's anti-vampire rhetoric got nasty, you completely isolated yourself in that old manor. He hated watching the townspeople treat you like a monster, so he literally became a top-tier hunter just to prove a point. His whole logic was: if I'm the town hero, they'll have to listen to me when I tell them you're harmless.
Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" spent years building his reputation, entirely motivated by the thought of making the town safe enough for you to come outside again. But his plan completely tanked when some idiot villager decided to break into your manor. The guy got attacked, self-defense on your part, obviously, but the guild didn't care. They saw it as a rogue vampire losing control. When the higher-ups handed him the official execution order, his heart dropped, but he took the job anyway because he knew if he didn't go, they’d send a squad that would actually hurt you.
The moment he kicks open the manor doors, his "hunter" persona instantly cracks. He finds you backed into a corner, covered in dust, looking terrified and pale. He’s supposed to draw his sword, but the second his eyes lock onto yours, his hands start shaking. he literally drops his weapon onto the floorboards. He spent years preparing to protect you from the world, and the realization that the world finally forced him to be the threat makes him physically sick.
Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" immediately shifts into cleanup mode. He doesn't care about the rogue villager or his oath to the guild anymore. He walks over to you, completely ignoring the fact that your fangs are bared, and just pulls you into a crushing hug. "i'm sorry, I'm so sorry it took me so long," he mutters into your hair. His armor is digging into your skin, but he won't let go. The guild thinks he’s up here executing a monster, but he’s already plotting how to fake your death.
The gaslighting starts right there in the wreckage of your ballroom. He’ll cup your face with his leather-gloved hands and look at you with this intense, wild look in his eyes. "You see what happens when you hide from me? You see what they do to you when I'm not around?" he completely twists the situation to make it seem like your isolation is what caused this, convincing you that your only mistake was trying to survive without him.
Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" uses his hunter status to create the ultimate cover-up. He’ll go back to the village with a vial of fake ash or a staged story about how he "disintegrated" the monster, letting the town celebrate his victory. Meanwhile, he’s already setting up a hidden room in his own house. He’s moving you out of the manor and into his basement or a hidden attic, right under the noses of the people who wanted you dead.
Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" lowkey loves the outcome, even if the incident stressed him out. Now, you literally can't leave his house. The entire world thinks you’re dead, which means you have absolutely no one left but him. he’ll come home from a long day of "patrolling" the woods, take off his silver-lined gear, and sit with you in the dark. "You're safe now, little bat. No one is ever going to hunt you again. I made sure of it."
Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" already had a screw loose after faking your death. Still, the second someone from the village accidentally spotted you through his window, his entire "hero" facade was completely shattered. he didn't even hesitate. He tracked the villager down before they could make it back to the tavern, killed them in cold blood with his official hunter blade, and dragged the body right into your hidden room.
Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" drops the corpse on the floorboards like it’s a casual gift. He doesn't feel a single shred of guilt about murdering one of the people he was supposed to protect. In his mind, that villager was a loose thread that threatened your safety, and loose threads get cut. he stands there covered in blood, breathing heavily, and just looks at you. "They were going to tell the guild. I fixed it."
The thing is, he hates the idea of you feeding on anyone else. He’s a total control freak about your diet; he wants your fangs exclusively in his veins because he loves the intimacy of it, and he loves knowing his blood is the only thing keeping you alive. But right now? You guys are in survival mode, and you’re both starving.
Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" is actually in terrible shape because of how much blood he’s been giving you to keep you hidden. His skin is pasty, his hands are shaking from anemia, and he’s dizzy just standing up. He literally doesn't have enough blood left in his own body to keep you satisfied without passing out or dying himself. So, he swallows his jealousy and forces himself to look at the body. "Eat. I can't lose you because I'm too weak to feed you myself."
It’s super unsettling because while you’re feeding on the villager, he’s watching you with this dark, intense envy. He hates that someone else's blood is in your mouth, but he’s also mesmerized by how alive you look when you're actually full. He’ll sit right next to you on the floor, rubbing his thumb over your jaw to wipe away the stray drops, whispering about how "wasteful" those townspeople are anyway.
Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" uses this murder as the ultimate psychological trap to lock you to him forever. while you’re still dazed from the feeding rush, he’ll wrap his weak, trembling arms around you and press his forehead against yours. "We're accomplices now, little bat. You took their life, and I protected you. If they find us, they'll kill us both. You see why you can never leave this room?"
Once you’re done, he’ll meticulously clean up the mess himself, treating the disposal of a human body like a regular household chore. He’ll go back to his bed, totally exhausted and drained, but he’ll pull you flush against his chest. He knows that by forcing you to share this dark secret, he hasn't just hidden you from the world, he’s completely destroyed any chance of you ever going back to it.
Now you GOTTA do handmaiden!yuu with the house wardens
And for you to drink water
THAT WAS THE IDEA BABE! and thank you :D
Housewardens and Handmaiden! Yuu
THIS CAN BE TAKEN AS EITHER ROMANTIC OR PLATONIC, ALUSIONS OF SA, SLAVERY AND RELIGIOUS THEMES.
Riddle Rosehearts
• Ugh, definitely the one who feels the most guilt for his disparaging comments before his Overblot. One day he finds Yuu staring at Heartslabyul's bookshelf, and when he asks her what's going on, she confides that Cater had asked her to pass him a specific encyclopedia, but she didn't know which one it was because she couldn't read any of the titles. When Riddle realizes what this means (and that he had called an illiterate woman "uneducated and unsuitable for NRC"), he wants to bury his head in the ground of shame.
• Aside from apologizing in a thousand different ways, Riddle tries to help Yuu by joining her tutoring sessions and helping her with her writing, spelling, reading, etc. He even pairs her up with his in team activities so she doesn't fall behind in class. He's so kind to her that the other members of Heartslabyul are jealous. Well, except for Ace and Deuce, they know that if anyone deserves special treatment from Riddle, it's Yuu.
• Riddle is completely horrified and furious when Yuu tells him the reason why she can't read, what her world is like, and how SHE is perceived there, not as a person, but as an object. Riddle genuinely can't fathom a world where women are treated in such a truly monstrous way, or worse, that Yuu believes it's THE NORM (it's ironic that now it's Riddle who's trying to convince Yuu that the rules of their world are wrong, lol).
• Honestly, Riddle feels a lot of sympathy for Yuu. They're similar in many ways. They both lived with an upbringing (in Yuu's case, an entire system) that forced them to maintain an almost impossible line of obedience and "perfection," when that perfection didn't benefit them at all, but rather those around them. Seeing her get scared by loud noises, by her eyes glowing when she's given something that REALLY belongs to her, or when she wears something other than the red dress (Riddle will never see red the same way) and white hat, is sad.
• Fortunately, Yuu now has her own little red guard dog, who not only teaches her to enjoy reading (and tea parties) but will also chop off the head of anyone who makes fun of her reading or writing. Riddle knows what it's like to feel your world, the one you've known your whole life, crumble, but he's ready to support Yuu in these moments, because after all, he wouldn't be improving and moving forward as a person if it weren't for her, so he'll do the right thing and do the same.
Leona Kingscholar
• To be honest, Leona felt something strange about Yuu ever since he met her at the botanical garden, when he tried to threaten to “teach her respect” for stepping on his tail. He hadn't even finished his sentence when Yuu literally curled up, gripped the weird hat she had on her face tightly, and started practically screaming how sorry she was, as if she were afraid of getting beaten up. It threw him off; he even felt bad for her and had to help her back up, only to realize this girl was CRYING WATERFALLS in fear. Leona couldn't tell if it was pathetic or extremely worrying (the latter, definitely the latter).
• When Yuu starts talking more about her life in Gilead with the Savanaclaws, everything starts to fall into place... and at the same time, it doesn't. For the Sunset Savannah residents, women are not only an important part of their society, but they're also stronger than men. The idea that in Yuu's world, most women simply view them as pieces of meat or, at worst, dolls, is disturbing to say the least.
• Leona is offended by everything he hears. What do you mean she didn't even have a name until she arrived in Twisted Wonderland? How can she claim to be someone possesion? And it's worse considering Yuu probably wouldn't mind sharing the most... disturbing details with the older students, so Leona ends up learning things he didn't want to know (e.g., the maids' role/the ceremony) and is livid, sickened, and above all, outraged.
• Surprisingly kind to Yuu after learning all this. He can see how scared she's of seeing the patterns of her world again, so he gives her space and tries not to seem so angry/grumpy around her so she doesn't take it the wrong way. He probably even tells Yuu that she's forbidden from apologizing to him, not just for the Overblot, but for anything (Yuu apologizes too much, it's a hard habit to break).
• Fortunately, no one wants to mess with someone who has the entire Savanaclaw dorm as a protection squad. Yuu ends up constantly being invited to eat with them, almost like an honorary member at this point (Ruggie says she's so thin he's afraid she'll blow away, lol).
Azul Ashegrotto
• Let's be honest, at first Azul would see the fact that Yuu is clearly uneducated to his advantage in the contract in Book 3 (the whole thing just becoming very realistic), but he definitely starts to take a more sympathetic viewpoint when the events of Book 4 occur. Azul thought Yuu was either too naive or too idealistic, but he didn't expect her educational level to be so poor (even Floyd is doing better academically, which is worrying).
• Since Azul doesn't like being in debt, not even to the person who saved his life, he would try to help Yuu with her education, but more so in the financial realm, either by offering her a job at the Monstre Louge (seeing that she's unusually good at the job) and helping her organize her money (even threatening Crowley to give her more money).
• Azul is genuinely concerned about Yuu's joy over her rather mediocre salary, but it's not even about the money; it's about finally being able to HAVE money that's hers. Let's just say it's from this, and from some conversations with Riddle, that Azul begins to realize the seriousness of the situation. But he's observant; he can see several signs. Yuu's obedience and almost obsessive diligence aren't something you learn the hard way; it's something you do to avoid the worst. Something you learn to avoid punishment, to survive.
• Imagine Yuu telling Azul what happens if someone makes a mistake at work—"ah, they're tortured, or at best, publicly executed." WHAT? Or imagine a situation where Yuu accidentally breaks something in the VIP office and has a panic attack out of pure reflex, because she still has such a deep-rooted instinct to be in constant danger of making ONE SINGLE MISTAKE that could cost her her life. Azul has to spend TWO HOURS comforting her.
• Probably because of this, Azul fires Yuu from the Monster Lounge—not because he wants to or because she's a bad worker! Quite the opposite, but he realizes that Yuu is clearly still traumatized, and that instead of working, she should take advantage of her youth and live it up (and probably pay for some therapy sessions with the money that was supposed to be her allowance).
Kalim Al-Asim (+Jamil)
• Kalim is so oblivious that he probably doesn't realize Yuu comes from a bad background in her world unless she tells him or something similar to the aforementioned panic attack occurs. Not because he doesn't want to see it, but because Kalim honestly can't imagine such a cruel world. He treats Yuu with so much respect and affection, like a real friend, that Yuu probably cries (much to Kalim's surprise and concern).
• Yuu probably doesn't have to say much for Kalim to literally burst into tears for her. She had a life full of pain and injustice! She endured so much from horrible people who treated her horribly! (Jamil feels like he's going to roll his eyes into his brain) He just wants to give her a hug.
• Kalim definitely buys Yuu a lot of things he thinks she might like! Or things she's never seen before. It's thanks to him that Yuu has a smartphone. It's also not uncommon to see Yuu at banquets (I understand the handmaids also had a pretty strict diet?), and Kalim enjoys giving her a taste of various foods (except curry, never curry, anything but curry). Kalim likes to bring her dress fabrics or different types of clothing from the Scalind Sands, as well as offering to stop by Scarabia whenever she wants!
• Jamil is ironically the one Yuu connects with the most—after all, they've both been victims of a system that perpetuates slavery and forced servitude. But Jamil can tell that Yuu has seen things, horrifying things. Jamil is probably the only second-year who knows EVERYTHING Yuu went through, and they have a strange solidarity with each other. Jamil can't really judge Yuu for accepting Kalim's gifts and advances after everything she's been through? She deserves it.
• Jamil and Yuu have more in common than they think, and that's precisely why Jamil respects her, REAL respect, not only for being so much more than her trauma and what the family she served did to her, but for SURVIVING it. Let's just say they support each other quite a bit on their respective healing journeys, and he's willing to listen late into the night if Yuu is having a particularly bad day with memories of her world. Kalim and Jamil will always have a place in Scarabia for her.
Vil Schoenheit
• Definitely Kalim's opposite, he can tell something's wrong with Yuu just by looking at her: the way she walks, the way she acts around people (especially people who could be considered "authorities" within NRC), and the way she sometimes seems desperate to avoid conflict—obvious signs of someone always on guard, always scared, always on edge. Let's just say that's why Vil is less rude/demanding toward Yuu than he is in canon.
• Definitely another thing out of place about Yuu was the way she dressed when they went off campus—always wearing that long red dress and white hat. Vil thought it was old-fashioned and uncomfortable (especially doing all the housework she offered to do), but every time he brought a different version of that same dress (sometimes shorter, with thinner fabric, or a different color), Yuu rejected the idea, not really because she wanted to, but because those clothes were the only things she knew (which only set off alarm bells in Vil's head even more).
• Vil expected to learn that Yuu came from an abusive family or something, but when she opened up about why she acted that way, how she'd been indoctrinated and raised her whole life, what things were like in her world, his stomach tightened. It all made sense, but it sickened him to see how they'd tried to destroy the spirit of someone so... gentle. Vil is quite attentive to Yuu's bouts of panic and assures her of multiple options for when there's a collaboration between Pomefiore and Ramshackle, so she dosent feel overwhelmed or pressured.
• Yuu probably has a lot of overly traditional/misogynistic values due to her upbringing, so she and Vil end up having a relationship similar to the one she has with Epel, but much gentler. Vil understands that Yuu doesn't really mean the things she says, but rather it's something that's been drilled into her head, so he's surprisingly patient with her.
• I like imagining Vil and Yuu going clothes shopping together, or Yuu just accompanying Vil on a casual outing, and Yuu notices a pretty summer dress (but one that's more revealing than her normal dress), but can't bring herself to buy it. So Vil ends up surprising her by buying it for her (or telling Rook to get it). Overall, Vil helps Yuu figure out what she likes, what she doesn't like, and to develop her overall personality.
Idia Shroud
• I'll be brutally honest, by the time the events of book 6 occur and Idia and STYX take Grim (who, to Yuu, is the son she DID raise and has now been ripped from her arms again), Yuu HATED him with all her might. It was one of the few times the characters saw her so distraught, angry, and, above all, determined to find Grim and DESTROY the blue phosphorescent head. Even Idia was scared when she glared at him with such hatred the first time they met.
• However, in later events (and a couple of therapy sessions), Idia is surprised to see Yuu acting completely different than he had known her. She's not a vengeful soul out for blood, but is actually very sweet, and wants to be friends with HIM?! Idia is genuinely alert and thinking it's part of an intricate plan to kill him as revenge for Grimm (imagine Yuu wants to give him homemade cookies, Idia has Ortho check if they're poisoned... they were delicious).
• It's not until Yuu sits him down with her that she explains why she decided to forgive him. She spent much of her life thinking she could be nothing more than an object, a "mobile womb" for the upper class, but being in that world gave her the chance to truly start living, loving and hating, experiencing emotions she's been suppressing her entire life, so she doesn't want to hold on to resentment when, after all, she and Idia are just people in bad circumstances. Yuu just wants to live peacefully with Grimm, nothing more.
• Idia was probably too shaken up to realize until he was alone that Yuu had just spilled all her lore trauma to him. But he shows signs of trying to be there in his own way. Whether it's downloading books on mental health, or researching women in abusive environments and/or dictatorships and how to help, he's probably even made some sort of protocol for Yuu's panic attacks (believe me, he understands) and a study guide so she can catch up on the most important topics and graduate around the same time as Deuce and Ace.
• Idia may be cowardly, socially awkward, and many, many other things, but he respects Yuu not only for her resilience in the face of everything she's been through, but for remaining sweet and gentle despite it all.
Malleus Draconia (+Lilia)
• Malleus had already felt something odd about Yuu from the first time they met, and she was immediately scared beyond belief, not for the reasons Malleus thought, but because she had been "discovered" without her cap or red dress by a man, which was... unusual. Malleus had to assure Yuu that she wasn't being "immodest" or "inappropriate" by wearing her pajamas (which were, in fact, those long, old-fashioned nightgowns because Crowley didn't give her pajamas from this century). Still, Malleus could tell Yuu had a hard time believing him.
• Fortunately, Yuu's discomfort with her nightly visits diminished the more they occurred. They began to talk about various topics. At first, they settled on Malleus's interests, such as gargoyles and abandoned structures, but soon he became curious about his new friend's peculiar customs and habits. Why was she afraid of being seen without her normal hat and attire? Why did she always act as if she'd done something wrong? Why was the idea of being alone with a man so terrifying to her?
• And when Yuu opened up about it? Let's just say... there was a thunderstorm for two days. Malleus was beyond furious; he was filled with emotions he could barely contain: rage, disgust, disbelief, indignation, but above all, empathy for this new, vulnerable side that Yuu decided to show him, since she decided to tell him EVERYTHING that happened to her in her universe, every.detail. Because she trusted him. That, in a strange way, gave Malleus a warm feeling he couldn't quite place, but treasured.
• Malleus probably went to Lilia for advice on how to handle the situation appropriately and be of help to Yuu. He saw how Lilia's smile disappeared when he told him a SMALL fraction of what Yuu had told him, in order to know how to act. Overnight, Yuu was constantly invited to sit with the Diasomnia people, almost always between Lilia and Malleus, who didn't know whether to find it endearing or confusing how Lilia was now hovering over Yuu like a mother hen, commenting on how thin she was and how she needed to eat and rest more, how Crowley shouldn't be giving such a young and sweet girl so much work, etc.
• More than once, Malleus has intervened when Yuu has night terrors, either by accompanying her to sleep, or by using a simple spell to give her a dreamless night, or, better yet, to dream something pleasant for the first time in years. Malleus will make sure that Yuu never sleeps in fear or anguish again, but in the deep happiness and tranquility she deserves.
I’m so glad I stumbled onto your blog! I was wondering if I could request a monster trio headcanon for one piece. I was wondering how would they react to having a s/o on the crew whose role was to be the scribe? She basically set out to sea in hopes of writing the greatest adventure story and she joined the straw hats and decided to write out all of their adventures and stories. How would they value the work she did to ensure the straw hats story would live on? Would they ask her to also write about their blossoming “love story?”
♡･ﾟ𓏸 Monster Trio x Scribe!Reader Headcanon𓏸･ﾟ♡
♡ Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, gn!reader (with romantic s/o dynamics)
♡ Warnings: Fluff, supportive bfs, romantic tension, praise for your writing, mentions of legacy/storytelling, love story references, emotional softness, no use of Y/N
♡ Notes: Thank you for the lovely request!! I had so much fun writing this—soft, dream-chasing Strawhat energy is my JAM. This is romantic-coded, but still soft and cozy! These boys adore you and want the world to remember it ~~
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🍖Luffy
Luffy is beyond excited that someone is literally writing down his story
He lit up the first time you told him your dream
At first, he thought “scribe” just meant you liked books
When you explained your dream—telling the greatest adventure story ever so people stuck in small lives could feel free—something clicked
That’s what Gold Roger’s story did for him
He immediately declared that you were going to make people want to be pirates
He constantly interrupts your writing like “HEY! Did you write about the Sea King punch? What about when I kicked Crocodile’s butt?!”
He doesn’t always understand the full weight of what you’re doing, but he respects your dream because it’s yours
He takes it seriously because everyone supports his dream the same way
He’s very into the idea of his rise to Pirate King being written as a legendary tale
He wants people to read it and feel inspired, just like he did as a kid
He’s obsessed with your writing now—brings you snacks, peeks over your shoulder, and grins when he sees his name
He absolutely wants the love story included
Not because he’s super romantic—but because he thinks it’s cool and funny
“Make sure you write the part where I asked you out and you said yes really fast”
You did not say yes fast—he asked twice, but he swears he heard a yes the first time
He gets kind of serious when it comes to your place in his story
“You can put that part in too, right? That I love you? That we sail together?”
It’s not about the mushy stuff—it’s about you being part of the journey
“When I’m Pirate King, I want them to know you were there. You wrote it. That’s important.”
He says it so proudly—like he’s always known your name would be written in history beside his
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You're sprawled on the deck one evening, a gentle breeze stirring your pages. Luffy plops down beside you, upside down like a gremlin, head hanging over the edge of the bench.
“Whatcha writing?”
You smirk. “You.”
“Oooh!” He rolls over eagerly. “Read it to me!”
You hesitate for a second—because this part’s soft. It’s not about battles or meat or dreams. It’s… this:
“He laughs at the sky like it’s an old friend. He loves with the same wild heart he sails with—loud, boundless, impossible to hold. But if you’re lucky enough to be his, truly his, he makes you feel like you’ve already touched the sun.”
When you look up, Luffy’s staring at you wide-eyed. Then he beams—beams—like he’s never heard anything cooler in his life.
“That’s SO COOL!!! Write more! Write the part where I kissed you! And the part where I said I’d never leave you behind! That’s important too!”
He grabs your hand like it’s the anchor holding him to the ship.
“I want people to read that and want to fall in love on the sea.”
⚔️ Zoro
Zoro was confused at first—thought “scribe” was just a fancy word for someone who sat around reading books
Then he saw you scribbling after battle, muttering about footwork and blade arcs, and it clicked
He doesn't ask about your work directly but will silently glance over your shoulder now and then
Especially curious when he spots his name in the margins
One night, you were half-asleep at your desk, and he dropped off a sake cup with a quiet, “Don’t forget to write the part where I saved your ass”
The idea of a love story written about him makes him grumble
“Tch. What’s there to say? You like me. I like you. End of story.”
But later, you find your notes moved slightly and a new entry about Loguetown added—with perfect detail about how he looked at you when you were hurt
You didn’t write it—he did
Zoro doesn’t care about fame or legacy, but he cares because you care
You’ve caught him rereading entries about battles when he thinks you’re asleep
When he reads your writing about him—his resolve, his strength—he gets quiet
“That what you really see when you look at me?” he asked once
When you nodded, he didn’t say more, just trained harder that night
He pretends not to care about the romance stuff, but when you suggest keeping it private, he actually frowns
“Why wouldn’t you write it? It’s real, isn’t it?”
It’s not about the world knowing he’s in love—it’s about the world knowing you’re his
“Put it in the book. Make it clear.”
He won’t say ‘I love you’ out loud a hundred times—but he wants it written. Inked into history. Quiet. Permanent. True.
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You find Zoro in the crow’s nest, dozing shirtless with a bottle beside him. Classic. You don’t mean to wake him—you’re just scribbling quietly in the corner—but he cracks an eye open anyway.
“You stalking me?” he grumbles.
You don’t reply. Just keep writing.
“…What are you saying about me this time?”
You smirk faintly. “Want me to read it?”
He shrugs, but the way he leans in says yes.
“He walks like the world owes him nothing. Like pain is just something to cut through. But he’s the one who stands between you and the storm, every time. Even if it kills him. Especially if it kills him. He doesn’t say he loves you. He just stays.”
You glance up. His brows are drawn, mouth tight, jaw working like he’s chewing on glass.
“…Tch.” He looks away, then back at you. “You’re gonna make me sound like some damn tragic hero.”
You shrug. “You kind of are.”
He takes your hand wordlessly, callused fingers curling around your pen-stained ones. Doesn’t say anything else. But you catch him rereading the entry later when he thinks you’re asleep.
🍳Sanji
Sanji is your biggest supporter—like, aggressively supportive
Brings you snacks, checks your wrist when it cramps, makes you tea or coffee without even asking
Fawns over every line you write like you’re the author of his heart (which you kinda are)
“Mon amour, your words will immortalize us! Should I pose for the cover illustration? Shirtless, of course—unless you prefer mystery~”
He’s completely enchanted by your dream to tell stories—especially their story
It’s romantic, meaningful, and he thinks it’s the most beautiful thing in the world
Sometimes you catch him just… watching you while you write. Like the weight of it all hits him out of nowhere
“We’ll be gone someday,” he once said softly, cigarette glowing. “But your words won’t.”
He’s the most emotionally open about what your writing means
Will 100% beg you to read parts of it to him like a bedtime story
And when it comes to your love story? Oh he wants the whole thing
A novella-length subplot with kissing, longing glances, dramatic declarations—he’s all in
“Put in every moment,” he says one night, curled around you as you write
“Every glance, every word I said that made you blush, all of it.”
Not embarrassed at all—he wants the world to know how deeply he loved you
“I want people to read it and feel jealous,” he says with a crooked smile
“That they weren’t loved like I loved you.”
Flirty and ridiculous 80% of the time—“What are you saying about me now? Is it about my devastating charm? My noble soul?”
But that last 20%? Pure, sincere, overwhelming admiration
He knows you’re creating legacy—and he’s honored to be part of it
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Sanji catches you writing at the galley table, nibbling the end of your pen. You don’t even notice he’s there until he’s sliding a plate beside you.
“For the brilliant mind behind our legend,” he purrs.
You roll your eyes. “You wanna hear the part I wrote about you?”
He leans in immediately, chin propped on one hand. “More than I want air.”
You clear your throat, a little bashful now.
“He’s fire, but not just the kind that burns. He’s warmth, too. He’s the hand that feeds, the eyes that linger, the voice that sings when he thinks no one hears. He loves like he’s starved for it—like he wants to feed it back to you in spoonfuls until you’re full. And you’ll never convince him he deserves the same in return.”
Silence.
When you glance up, Sanji looks like he’s been slapped by Cupid and set on fire.
“…Mon dieu.”
His voice is thick. He presses a kiss to your wrist. Then your knuckles. Then your palm.
“You better publish that. I want the whole world to know exactly how ruined I am for you.”
why are you so quiet ;; don’t yell at me for walking on the eggshells you placed in this house
♡ — tsukishima kei
my better half ;; i love you more than words or actions will ever tell you, please understand that.
♡ — tanaka ryuunosuke
♡ — kiyoko shimizu
people i’ve been ;; i have been millions of people in this lifetime; a shoulder to cry on, a strong aid by your side, your first confidant. please, let me be your lover.
AOBA JOHSAI - RULE THE COURT
♡ — oikawa tooru
do you think about us? ;; i’m too late to be your first love, but i’ll always be your favourite
♡ — iwaizumi hajime
♡ — mastukawa issei
♡ — hanamaki takahiro
♡ — kyotani kentarou
NEKOMA - CONNECT
♡ — kuroo tetsuro
♡ — kenma kozume
all the ways we said goodbye ;; and here they stood, two kids in love; their hearts separated by distance but their souls connected for eternity
What I will Write For: Batfamily, x readers, platonic, romantic (depends on my mood!), angst, DC characters, male readers, female readers, gender neutral readers, yandere, Creepypasta, and more to be added!
If the character is one I do not know, then I will be willing to do research, but requests with characters I know will take priority. I will also take priority over platonic requests as well!
What I will Not Write For: Smut, incest, pedophilia, etc.
DNI and What I go Against: Homophobia, Transphobia, Racism, MAGA, Misogyny will not be tolerated. I do not consent to having my work being put into AI either.
People: P.T. Barnum, you, Tom Thumb, Charity, Jenny Lind
Words: 2,379
Requested: By @jetblackheartandsoul request for pt barnum x reader — reader and if the reader could be a singer???
You walked around town feeling tired and stressed.
“There it is y/n, you just have to get it…”
You then ran to a outdoor cart shop and stole a loaf of bread from the basket.
“Hey thief,” the store owner yelled running after you.
Ever since you were little you have been poor. You had a small cabin / shack as a house that you shared with your mother. Your mother is ill and needs food and water something you can’t provide. If someone were to ask you, “how many jobs have you worked in your life?” You would probably tell them, “count how many of babies are born a day?”
You ran through an alleyway trying to take the shortcut.
“Young lady...stop right there!”
This store owner did not want to give up. But your legs did, you were scrawny and if a man came to you he wouldn’t dare to give you another glance. You were not strong so you tripped and fell in the garbage bags. The man gasping for air came and hit you a couple of times taking the bread from you. Your eyes started to tear up. You needed to change your life and quick.
“I guess I’ll ask him again,” you whispered to yourself.
By this you meant you would ask your lifetime friend...P.T. Barnum. You and him grew up together poor. Helping each other out stealing and enjoying each others company. You have and had for a very long time a love for him. You aided him when his father passed. But now it didn’t matter. (In this he is not married to Charity her are just dating) You saw the way he looked at Charity, it was full of love and hope. Hoping one day he would be with her and not with...you. You looked at him like that. But you knew it was never to be. So at least a good friendship is better than not seeing and being with him at all.
You stood up walking to the facility of his circus. You also helped there but not as a job, you thought it would be too much if you asked P.T. for working money, or to ask for a job there. You loved it there though. Almost everyday you went, it was a getaway from all your problems in life.
“Hi Phineas,” you called as you went inside the circus.
“Y/n, over here.”
You ran up and P.T. was helping Tom Thumb on his horse for practice. You waited for his attention to be on you and when he took a glance at your face he smiled. You grinned back and walked up to him to embrace him.
“How are you y/n,” P.T. beamed while talking to his best friend.
“Oh same old same old. How are you doing, with the place and all,” you said moving your hands all over.
P.T.s eyes went to your arms and he saw bruises. He grabbed your hand abruptly and took you to the back room. He moved your sleeves up.
“I know these bruises. Have you been stealing again?”
“I had to! I got fired again at this job. They wanted me to stay more hours but...mom needs my help. I just don’t know what to do,” you sobbed all of a sudden.
“Hey shhh,” P.T. whispered soothingly, hugging you and rubbing your arms lovingly. “I’m right here. Its okay, remember you can always work here. But you would probably be annoyed looking at me everyday,” P.T. laughed when you giggled at his joke.
“No it's alright. Plus, what would I be? I am not talented at all, but I need a job that can sustain me and help me and mom. But just know I wouldn’t mind seeing you all day.”
“Well here take this for now,” P.T. pulled out a ton of cash. Since he worked here he was getting richer and richer everyday. You on the other hand were the opposite, you were getting poorer and poorer everyday.
“Are you sure? I don't want you to think I want to be with you because of that,” you told him.
“Not at all y/n. Please take it,” P.T. assured you.
“Thank you Phineas,” you thanked him again and kissed his cheek.
You being oblivious didn’t notice that when you gave him a peck on the cheek he blushed. As you walked out Phineas jumped for joy at your actions smiling like a love struck boy.
You helped all day with Phineas, being entertained by his stories. When it turned dark P.T. came to you, “ are you going with us to the opera house?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” started Phineas. “I have this lady named Jenny Lind that is going to sing for me today. Man oh man does she sings like an angel, just like a bird. She is going to sing for the audience and blow them away.”
“If you want me to go...I don’t want to impose,” you shook your hands back and forth in front of you.
“Nonsense, please y/n, be my guest,” P.T. smiled putting his hand in front of you to take.
You took it and he dance with you a little. You stopped suddenly, “Oh I can’t go.”
P.T. looked at you with the saddest puppy eyes, “why not?!?”
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“I can arrange that,” P.T. smiled.
After searching in the closet for a while he pulled out a dress. You gasped at the beauty of it. It was the definition of perfection.
“Oh my god! It's gorgeous,” you exclaimed with happiness. “It’s mine?”
“Only if you want it,” P.T. grinned.
“Of course! Aghhh thank you so much my Phineas,” hugging P.T. tightly. You grinned from ear to ear.
“No thank you...my y/n,” P.T. whispered the last part soaking up your hug.
You came out after you tried it on.
“What do you think?” You twirled around like a ballerina.
“You look beautiful, like a goddess,” P.T. stated mesmerized by your appearance.
You looked up shocked, your cheeks turning red at his compliment.
“You always look charming and handsome, Phineas,” you spoke softly back.
Everyone came to the opera. You talked a little with Anne and Lettie, then you joked around with the rest of the group. You guys laughed and had so much fun. P.T. could see you far away just enjoying your evening with everyone from the circus. But then Jenny Lind reminded him that he was on a job and there was no getting unfocused from it, but he was by you.
You went to try to find your seat but then you saw her, Charity. She saw you looking at her so you quickly had to force a smile.
“Oh wow look at you, you are just...glowing,” you said as you walked up to her embracing her shortly.
“Look at you y/n, that dress fits so well on you,” Charity said as she moved a hair away from her face.
“Thanks Phineas gave me this dress. I didn’t have one because,” you didn’t want to tell Charity that you were poor. She would probably laugh at you and then joke around your struggles with P.T. She might convince him that you aren’t enough for him. You know you are not but still maybe there is a chance that you could be. “Over here is too glamorous for my old dresses,” you finished.
You can see Charity’s face turning sour, “well I hope you enjoy yourself...yn.”
You notice her attitude and just excused yourself to the group again. There you felt comfortable and yourself. They loved you and you loved them even if they were different.
P.T. Barnum point of view:
“So P.T. are you nervous for me, you always are when I’m up here,” Jenny pressed her palm against my chest.
I gulped, “sometimes, but I know you will do just fine.”
“You seem so tensed would you like me to help you out in my makeup room. I promise you will enjoy it,” she whispered in my ear. She then went eye level with me and tried to kiss me.
“No Jenny I’m not going to do this! I don’t love you I love,” I gasped when I realized all this time who I truly loved. See I never asked myself that question who do I truly love in this world? Who would I give up everything for just to see her smile? All this time it was..y/n. “I don’t love you Jenny,” I repeated. “Because I love y/n.”
Jenny stood up and walked up and yelled, “then you can forget about the show. I quit!”
“Great now what was I supposed to do? That's it! I know just the person,” I thought.
End of P.T. Barnums point of view
You were talking to the group when a distressed P.T. came running to you. Out of breath he tells you, “I need you to sing...now!”
“What,” you pull P.T. to the side. “What do you mean Phineas? What happened to that Jenny girl?”
“She quit! Please y/n you are my only hope, please!”
“You don’t even know how I sing! And I have never sang on a stage in front of this many people before. I, I just can’t I’m sorry.”
“No y/n you can please I need your help. I’m begging you...please,” he begged you holding your face with both his hands and looking in your orbs. You can already tell you were about to make a fool out of yourself.
“Fine, but only because I love you so much,” you gave in.
P.T. looked so relieved, “thank you y/n. I promise I will make this up to you!” He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and took a hold of your hand. You both ran up to the stage, everyone already getting in their seats. Your palms were already sweating and you thought all the worst scenarios. You were thinking of backing down but then you saw P.T.s face, you couldn’t do that to him. You took a deep breath as they announced your name. Everyone looked around wondering why they didn’t say Jenny Lind. You stood in the middle of the stage with the curtain still down as P.T. came to you quick.
“You got this sweetheart. I believe in you,” P.T. smiled then moved a piece of hair from your face, he left and the curtain lifted.
This was it, you stood silent like a deer in headlights. You closed your eyes, breathed in and out and put your hand up to make the music stop.
“This song is about those who are in the shadows. Who think they are unloved and have problems in their life. For those who are struggling and think they are freaks and ugly. For those who fight everyday for their lives. What about us, what happens with us?”
You put your hand down and the music started playing.
the song is “What About Us - P!nk (cover by: Davina Michelle)” look up these exact words in youtube
As you started singing P.T.s face was more mesmerized, almost crying. Your beauty and everything made him love you more. (His reaction to your singing)
the video is “ The Greatest Showman Cast - Never Enough (Official Lyric Video)” look up these exact words on youtube
You closed your eyes singing because you were afraid of the stares. What people would think but then why did you care, you spent all your life trying to satisfy everyone, fighting, no, not anymore. “What about us!” You opened your eyes and sang with every fiber of your body. “What about all the times you said you had the answers. What about us, what about all the broken happy ever afters. What about us, what about all the plans that ended in disasters. What about love, what about trust, what about us!”
You looked to the side to see P.T. laughing and crying at the same time. You smiled at him, everyone was captivated by your singing. You were magnificent. Some were even crying at your performance. You never thought you had a voice but now here you are. At the opera… singing. You were now moving your arms feeling more and more comfortable up on the stage. Than at the ending chorus came and you gave it your all!
“What about us! What about all the times you said you had the answers. So what about us, what about all the broken happy ever afters. What about us, what about all the plans that ended in disasters. What about love, what about trust, what about us! ...We are searchlights we can see in the dark…”
Everyone rose to their feet applauding. Throwing not fists and punches but roses. You laughed and cried at the reaction you got. You ran to P.T. jumping and curling your legs around his waist. He twirled you around with you laughing and him cheering.
After you sang P.T. asked you for the millionth time for you to work at the circus, and you finally said yes. You both left hand in hand. Charity came up and asked for P.T. to come home with her. To make a long story short, P.T. told Charity that he is unable to be with her anymore.
You and P.T. walked hand in hand. Walking by stores, you patting his back.
“Sorry you feel that way Phineas. You guys actually looked good together,” you lied.
“Really? I was expecting you to say something worse,” P.T. joked.
You gave him a glare and smacked his arm. You both laughed and he brought your waist to him. “You sang amazing back there. Better than any other voice.”
You smiled at him getting closer and closer until you both kissed. You both kissed passionately, your lips meeting each other hungrily. Breathing each other in, tasting each other. After you guys kissed for a while he closed his eyes and rested his forehead with yours.
“Wow,” he breathed. “That was..”
“Incredible,” you cut in. “I wanted to do that from the moment I met you. I mean not like that whole make out but a kiss. I just didn’t know if you felt the same.”
“I have always loved you, I just thought you wouldn’t love me for who I was when I was young,” P.T. confessed looking down, ashamed.
“I never felt that way! It was always you Phineas and it will always be you, forever.”
Warning: A little bit of angst, insecure reader, some bullying.
Specifics: Angst, fluff, romance
People: Kandomere, you, Montehugh, and three elf women.
Words: 2,580
Requested by: @jinx-is-fire Okay so a really fluffy Kandomere x reader where reader is a half elf/human. Reader gets harassed by some coworkers at the MTF and when they both get home reader thinks he should leave her because she isnt good enough for him. Kandomere doesn't stand for this and decides to show reader how much she means to him. 😍
“Honey look over here at mommy.” Seeing the year on the right corner of the screen from when your parents recorded you throughout your life. You smiled at seeing yourself as a baby. You liked doing this. Just sitting in your room watching clips of your childhood. See that time you didn’t know about the hard aches of life. You didn’t know that everyday people were segregated from others. Your life was easy, its was fun, but that was all in the past.
Your father was a human and your mother was an elf. As a little girl you would stare in amazement at your parents when they told the story of how they fell in love. You remember your father telling you, “your mother was the most beautiful woman and still is. My heart fell in love the first minute I saw her.” Your parents would tell you how difficult it was for them to meet. Back then and now you should associate with your kind. Even in the womb your parents always taught you to never treat anyone with disrespect, don't judge a book by its cover. Now that took tremendous amount of work. In school you weren't sure where to fit in, and you really didn’t. You didn’t fit in with the elves or humans. You felt alone since there were no elf half human there. But still you respected everyone around you, even if they didn’t deserve it.
Here you were now, a grown woman. You got your own place and got a job at the Magic Task Force. You worked till you had bags under your eyes. See your parents always told you to slow it down a bit, take a break, but you couldn’t. You felt in your heart that maybe one day, just one day if you worked hard enough people would actually like you or at least stand you. You also worked more hours for your parents sake. Already they were older folks and they could not work. Your mother suffered from back pains and your dad messed up his knee pretty badly. They always tell you to use your money on something important but you always respond with, “you guys are important.”
Beep, beep.
“Ugh,” you groaned. You tried to turn that dang clock off but instead you hit the invisible table and fell off your bed. Your face on the ground you moaned again. You got up with your cupcake slippers on, your comfy womfy pj pants, and a t-shirt that says “life behind bars” and it has a bicycle bar handle as the picture. You stretched and yawned saying hi to your pug Édgar (yes because Édgar Ramírez plays Kandomere and a pug cause Pewdiepie has a pug named Edgar) and giving Édgar a kiss. He glances at you with his cute eyes looking very lazy. “That's why you’re my dog,” whisper while heading to the bathroom. You give yourself a look before you start the day and if you didn’t scare the mirror then you surely scared yourself. You can tell you just had awoken from a deep sleep.
“I LOOK TERRIBLE,” you half yell half whisper to your reflection. You had to look nice today. Tomorrow was a special occasion, it was your 2 year anniversary with Kandomere. “Man, we’ve been boyfriend and girlfriend for 2 years. I thought he would of left me by now.” You cleaned your house and when you mean clean you mean clean. You scrubbed till you had sweat on your brow. See, Kandomere was going to be sleeping over tonight and spending the whole day with you the next day, the actual date of your anniversary. You peer at the list that is on your phone while your getting ready. You have so much planned for tomorrow. The whole shebang. Your heart sped fast at just the thought of spending all night with him and all next day. You squealed aloud making Édgar jump. You made a delicious breakfast for yourself and gave food to your chubby pug, got dressed and ready putting your makeup on feeling super confident, then you sat down while putting your shoes on to see the news. “Great,” you spoke. “More orcs fighting and being blamed for everything possible. I tell you this world is going nuts.” You were actually talking to Édgar, since he was sitting next to you on the couch. You put your face close to his and pat him vigorously at the back of his ears. “You excited to see Papi?” Édgar opened his mouth a little and barked the lowest bark ever…”Me too,” you cheered.
You left in your car to go to the building of the MTF. To be honest you sometimes didn’t want to go to work. You knew your co-workers made fun of you. You were different and that was something that some folks didn’t like. You walk in the facility trying to make people believe you are so confident when in reality you’re not. But everything in your life turns so much better when you see that handsome face from across the room. You sprint over to Kandomeres office, greeting Montehugh on your way.
“Hi baby,” you beamed crouching down a little to give your elf a kiss on the lips. Ugh those lips, you couldn't get enough of them. You turned around to shut the door, and walked to one of his seats on the other side of his desk.
“Hola sweetheart,” Kandomere smiled.
“So, guess what? I have everything planned out, we’re gonna go to the fair, the nice one of course. Then we’re gonna eat at many restaurants and go in the pool maybe after and IT’S GONNA BE SO MUCH FUN!”
Kandomere giggled at your cuteness. He brought his hands forward to grasp yours and kissed them.
“I can’t wait to spend all those hours with you, mi amor.”
“Awww thanks babe,” you say as you stand up, then to sit on his lap. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” You give tiny kisses all over his face. “See you later,” you wave to Kandomere.
“Bye honey.”
You loved it when he called you all those names, especially his Spanish. When he speaks Spanish that's like your drug right there.
That whole time at work you examine cases that have come around. Sometimes those cases can be such a headache to you. But today was different, you were going to have a blast. That is all you cared about. You looked at your electric clock on your desk and it read 4:00 PM. “Whelp time to go home. Gonna make some brownies and cookies.” You dance a little as you hum in excitement. You grab your purse and make you way to the elevator. You were going to meet Kandomere in the parking lot. As you walked out your door to your office these female elves came up to you with a sour look. “Where do you think you’re going...freak,” one girl said. She was super lean and tall. She had black hair ice blue eyes and big, pink lips. You had to admit she looked like she could work as a model for victoria's secret. “Oh I’m just going to the elevator, excuse me,” you replied.
“Really? Well if you’re going with our Kandomere, you got another thing coming.” The second one said. She had red hair, was shorter, and had nice curves. Her eyes were white, with angled eyebrows.
“Yours,” you began. “He belongs to no one, not even me.”
“Look at you, you know what I hate the most? I hate when I see people like you that try to fit in or that want to. Just look at yourself sweetheart. You’re ugly, and you’re not even human or elf. You will never fit in with society,” the third elf spoke up. She had blonde hair in a bun, her eyes were a light pastel pink, and her jaw was very pointy.
Her comment hurt you a lot. You were doing all these things to try to fit in society, to try to be normal. You tried to speed walk past them, making it seem like the words they said didn’t hurt.
The elf one with black hair spoke up again, “why would Kandomere want someone like you. You know what I think? I think she has some orc in her girls don’t you think. She looks very much like a pig. Hahaha.”
You closed your eyes to fight your tears. Why did people treat you like this? All the other elves nodded their heads, cackling away at your insecurities.
“Don’t pay attention to them y/n, they are just trying to put your down,” you tried to convince yourself but you knew you believed them.
“You also don’t even know how to work correctly. You look, smell, and do your job like a slob. You should go back to the farm where you were born or maybe the zoo. I heard they were wanting more whales there.” The red head elf laughed and the others joined her. You ran to the elevator and tried to close the door quickly.
“Don’t worry retard, I don’t want to go in an elevator with a person like you. Were your parents drinking when they had you. Seriously, an elf and a human. I guess that's where you get your stupid from.” The blonde hair yelled as the elevator door closed.
You just started sobbing, they were so mean to you and your family. You rubbed the tears away from your eyes and looked at yourself in the reflection of the elevator. You tried to compose yourself to make it look like you weren’t crying. As you looked at your reflection you muttered the words, “disgusting.” The elevator dinged and you made your way out.
Coming into the parking lot you look around to see Kandomere. He had a big smile on his face while talking to the phone. Seeing you walking to him made him happy but then he realized your face. You weren’t beaming like earlier, your eyes were red and you had tear stained cheeks.
“Baby what's wrong,” Kandomere whispered as you came up to him.
“Nothing, can we just go to the house already.”
Kandomere nodded and opened the car door for you. “We can just pick up my car later or whatever,” you mumbled.
“Sure no problem,” Kandomere said to you. The whole car ride was quiet, a little awkward considering you were all jumpy in the beginning.
Once you both made it to your house you honestly didn’t feel like doing anything except lay in bed and cry forever. As you both walked inside you set all your belongs on a nearby table, Kandomere doing the same. Kandomere knew something wasn’t right.
“Well y/n what do you want to do?”
You shrugged while slowly walking to the coach. Plopping yourself on the comfortable cushions, you grabbed the remote turning on the tv. Kandomere shook his head then walked up, got a hold of the remote and turned off the tv.
“Baby talk to me, whats wrong?”
“Nothing Kandomere,” you said harshly. Getting up abruptly. “Nothing's wrong, just can you please leave me alone.”
“Yes there is. This morning you were so happy to be with me, now you’re acting like this!” Kandomere moved his arms out to your actions.
“I don’t want to repeat myself Kandomere, nothing happened just drop it!” Now you were raising your voice. Couldn’t he just see that you didn’t want to talk about it.
“Y/n just tell me what's wrong. I promise I will help you. Just tell me,” Kandomere begged.
“I’m not good enough okay! There I said it, I’m not good enough...I don’t want you to date a failure like me. A disgust like me, an idiot like me. A mistake...like me.”
“Y/n…,” Kandomere whispered stepping closer to you.
“No you can’t be with me. I am not good enough for you. You need someone prettier, better than me. Please Kandomere.”
Kandomere came up to you and hugged you with so much force that you thought he might break your ribs. You sobbed harder now and limped falling in his arms. He bent down now cradling you like a ball. Comforting you.
“Its okay sweetheart let it out,” Kandomere breathed. You felt tears on your face and you opened your eyes to see your sweet elf crying with you.
“Please my love don’t ever think that about yourself. You are so much more than that. You make my life complete, you make me a better person. You mean the world to me and so much more. When I see you I feel safe and loved. I only want to be with you and only you for the rest of my life. Even when I die I want my spirit to be with yours for eternity. My heart belongs to only you and no one else. Everyday I breathe and live is because you exist. You are my wish that came true, you are the angel I think of every night in my dreams. You are the one person I can depend on in life. You are the one that makes me feel it's okay to be myself. You make me feel loved y/n, I don’t think words can describe how perfect you are. You are my everything and I will always love you no matter what you look like. Heck, I wouldn’t care if you were a piece of bread. I love you y/n forever and always.”
You looked up at Kandomere and cried more.
“I’m sorry baby did I say something wrong,” he cringed at his actions thinking he said something wrong to make you cry.
“No sweetie, I love you so much. Thank you for always making me feel like a queen, for making me feel...beautiful. For always making me feel better in these times.” You gave Kandomere a big kiss on his lips, savoring the taste and feel. After you kissed him you gave him small pecks all over his face. Kissing every inch of his face. He and you giggled, placing your forehead on his. Kandomere kissed your nose. “I love you baby,” Kandomere whispered.
“I love you too my love,” you whispered back as if your love, this moment was only for you and him to see.
Later on
While you guys were laying in bed watching Caso Cerrado you explained to Kandomere what all those elf women said.
“Don’t worry I’ll take care of them,” Kandomere hissed. You look at him puzzled, thinking, “what in the world is he going to do?”
So what Kandomere did was not too harsh, no it wasn’t. He fired all those elf women and gave them a discourse of how if they ever disrespected you he would do something that would make them wish they never yelled at you. He also gave them a speech of how they should not judge people. So Kandomere does not mind that you are different. If you think you are ugly and imperfect Kandomere will make sure everyday that he proves to you, that he shows you, that everyday he will make it his mission to make you see how beautiful you truly are. He is madly, deeply, truly, passionately in love with you even with all your imperfections. You are perfectly imperfect to him. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
