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bollur · 9 months

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Calling Them Pretty Boy~

Feat: Crocodile, Buggy, Mihawk, Lucci

These men really seem to enjoy the nickname, don't they~?

tags~ fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, lazy love

a/n~ I'm gonna make this a sunday thing, cause i still have like, 8 more of these to do which means 32 more characters uwu. it keeps me on my toes, n i love doin this~

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~ Crocodile

You knocked gently on his bedroom door, only there to check on him as you hadn't seen him all day today. He had missed an entire hour-long meeting this afternoon, which was Extremely unprofessional for him. Missing an opportunity to bully the hell out of Buggy was something he’d usually do, so you were up to no good and trying to find out where he was, and why your love had missed out on such a crucial part of the day.

Your knock received no answer, but you let yourself in anyway. It was more of a warning that you were going to come in regardless. Now, you had expected him to be sitting in his room doing something important or staring at you wondering why you barged in, but what you actually found was quite a rare surprise.

Crocodile sat propped up in a char in the far corner of his room, completely sound asleep. He almost never slept in, just by nature of how busy he usually was. This was quite rare indeed, so you quietly approached him as to not wake him, leaning over his sleeping form slightly to admire him.

He looked so peaceful, and for a moment, he looked like the sweetest man on the planet. Without that signature scowl of his, he really did look so sweet and vulnerable. The moment was brief though, as the cast of your shadow had fallen across his face and disturbed his slumber. He cracked an eye open, and you could see the start of a frown forming.

“Good morning pretty boy~” You cooed, shooing away any attitude that had begun to rise within him.

He blinked, staring at you quizzically for a moment. “Pretty boy?” He said in a deep, sleep driven tone.

“Mmhmm. You look so peaceful and pretty when you’re sleeping~” You teased. “Though it is new to see you sleep in so much…”

“Wait- sleep in?” He questioned, looking confused as hell. “What time is it?”

“Nearly for in the afternoon.”

He sat in silence for a moment, in disbelief that it was really that time. After a quick glance at the clock on the wall though, he found that you were correct, and a low groan came from him as he realized what he had missed.

“I missed the meeting, didn’t I?”

“Yeaaaaah…” You nodded.

He sighed deeply, deciding to give up for the rest of the day. “Darling, could you grab that blanket off of the foot of my bed?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” You said, taking a moment to grab it. “What do you need it for thouAH!”

Crocodile answered you by tugging you down into his lap, flicking the blanket to unfold it over both of you.

“To continue my nap. You’re taking it with me though.” He mumbled, placing a sweet kiss to your cheek, nose, then lips. “Fuck the meeting. This pretty boy needs more sleep.”

His response made you laugh, and you were content with his decision. He was such a damn sap behind that rigid expression of his, and you were the only one who got to know it.

͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙

~ Buggy

“Ow ow ow! Be careful!!” Buggy whined in complaint.

“I am being careful. It’s gonna hurt no matter what so suck it up babe.” You sighed.

Buggy sat across from you as you dabbed his cut up face with rubbing alcohol, cleaning his wounds from the meeting earlier. He had once again ended up with his head hung on a hook while his ‘colleagues’ took shots at him, resulting in his current state. His cheeks and nose were all cut up, some bruising on his chin and a small bump on his forehead were the worst of the damage thankfully. They hadn’t been as harsh with him today.

“Fuck. S’ not fuckin’ fair.” He pouted. How dare I not get the respect I deserve!”

“Oh, I know hun. One day they won’t use you as a punching bag. At least, I hope they won’t.” You said, wiping off a bit more dried blood. “I mean, your face is far too pretty to be beaten up.”

“Haaaah??”

“You heard me pretty boy. The only thing you should be getting pelted with are kisses, not punches.” You stated, removing the cloth to look at him.

He stared up at you like a fool for a moment, and his cheeks that you had just cleaned gradually became redder. You snorted, amused by the instant response from his body.

“... Then do that for me. Make up for the damage I’ve received.” He demanded with an even bigger pout, averting his eyes.

“Tsk, in a sec you big baby. Let me finish patching you up.”

He sat there still pouting as you covered his larger scrapes with gauze to keep them from getting infected, taping them down to ensure he wouldn’t pick them off right away. When you finished, he looked back at you expectantly, one brow raised while he stared you down in an obnoxiously adorable way.

“Well?? Are you gonna- ack! H-hey!”

You interrupted him by fulfilling his request, peppering kiss after kiss all over his cheeks, forehead, and nose; making him laugh until he forgot he was even beaten up. You sealed the deal with one last big kiss on his lips, earning some heart eyes from him as he dropped the weight of his head into your hands.

“Is that better, pretty boy?” You asked.

“Mmhmm. So much better.” He replied, looking an absolute fool.

“Tsk, you’re such a sap.”

“I know.”

͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙

~ Mihawk

Only one person in the entire world could get away with using gushy pet names on The Dracule Mihawk, and by god were you glad that person was you. Well, maybe a couple people could get away with using certain names on him, but you were the only ones his eyes softened for in response. You loved that look in his eyes, and honestly, you thought now would be a good time to see that reflected in those golden irises of his.

You tried to sneak up on him, but he was witty; that and he held the title of greatest swordsman for a damn reason. He put down the sword he was cleaning before you even got a chance to start sneaking up on him, ruining your fun.

“I know you’re there, dear.”

“Man, you always ruin the fun!” You pouted, shuffling over next to him.

“No, you just need to get better at concealing your presence.” He chuckled.

“Oh excuse me, pretty boy, for not being as cool as you.”

“Pretty boy? Mmm, that’s new.: He hummed.

“Is it? Surely I’ve called you that before, haven’t I?” You pondered.

“Hmm, no, not that I can recall. I like it though. Call me that again.” He asked, looking over at you with a tiny smirk.

“What? N-no@ You’re supposed to be caught off guard, not me.” You grumbled with warm cheeks.

“Heh, this is why you’re the cutest.”

He took your hand and gently tugged you down just far enough to steal a kiss from your lips, earning a cute noise of surprise from you. He was always so gentle for being someone so dangerous, and you couldn’t help but melt because of that. The smile he gave you afterwards made your heart throb with affection, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Stupid pretty boy…”

“Love you too, hun.” He chuckled.

͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙

~ Lucci

You’re pretty… you know that right?” You mumbled.

His fingers slowed the massage he was giving your scalp, and Lucci lifted his head from the arm of the couch a bit to study you with a raised brow.

“Pretty?”

“Mmhmm. My pretty boy~” You hummed. “Prettiest government agent on the sea.”

His chest shook with laughter, disturbing the position you were lying in atop him. You were about to complain a little, but his fingers resumed playing with your hair and had you falling back into that blissful, trance-like state. The smile you saw on him made everything better, and a little movement meant nothing to you.

“Don;t say that so loud. Kaku might hear and get jealous.” He said through his chuckled, shifting a little to get more comfy.

“Why would he be jealous? Don’t tell me Mr. “giraffes are cool” would be jealous of me praising you!” You laughed, finding the idea quite funny.

“Mmm, he would though. He has been before, considering leopards are far cooler.” He spoke quietly, craning his neck closer to your ear. “But you’re such a catch; it really makes sense for others to be jealous when I’m the one who gets to call you all mine~”

“Oh… shush you~” You scolded, smushing your cheek into his chest. “As if I’d ever call anyone other than you pretty anyway.”

The response to your comment was an unexpected one, because it came from someone else, not Lucci. A squawk of protest was the best thing you could call it, and all became clear when a wing hit the side of your head. Lifting it, you saw Hattori perched on the back of the couch looking down at you in the most angry way a pigeon possibly could. You snorted, giggles spilling out of you now as you looked back over to Lucci.

“Actually, heh, it seems like I need to loosen those terms a bit. Can you make an exception too, hun?” You snickered.

He took a glance at his feathered friend, and snorted foolishly when he saw the angry expression he wore. Who knew a pigeon could pout?

“Yeah, yeah I can make an exception for Hattori.”

“There, see? No reason to pout, pretty bird.” You cooed, looking back up at the little guy.

Hattori puffed his feathers up a bit before settling down, cooing pleasantly with approval as he nodded at you. This made you laugh even more, and Lucci joined in, rather amused by Hattori himself.

“I know you were perfect.” Lucci mumbled, suddenly swooning over you and placing a kiss to your forehead.

“You missed, pretty boy.”

“Sorry, my bad.”

He corrected his gesture once more, capturing your lips instead while Hattori rolled his eyes before flying off.

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bollur · 11 months

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Revenge S/O anon again... Can I just feed you my ideas bc holy shit, that was WAY better than what I had initially come up with!!!

I would love to hear your ideas no matter what, honestly!

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Revenge Quest S/O anon here. Finishing the thought. She has someone at gunpoint, and finds herself unable to pull the trigger. She's shaking, terrified, and sees the same terror in the other person's eyes, and lets them go. How would Percy feel about this? Is he upset by this, or just relieved that they figured it out before they ended up like him and possessed by a demon or something? (2/2)

[casually rolls back in with a smoothie] hi, so like, i know you just wanted my opinion, but i honestly loved this idea so much i had to get a bit more creative with it. i hope you don't mind!~

for everyone else, this was the whole thing: "Hey, so... This might be weird, but... I had this thought, and I kinda wanna share it with you and hear your thoughts. So... Percy and a female s/o, right? Well, female s/o is on a quest for revenge, just like he was, her quest for revenge taking place right after the Briarwoods arc, kind of showing Percy what he looked like to the outside world, but unlike Percy, she figured out really quickly that she wouldn't be able to do it. Revenge Quest S/O anon here. Finishing the thought. She has someone at gunpoint, and finds herself unable to pull the trigger. She's shaking, terrified, and sees the same terror in the other person's eyes, and lets them go. How would Percy feel about this? Is he upset by this, or just relieved that they figured it out before they ended up like him and possessed by a demon or something?" well, here we are. no beta read, i die like the bitch i am. here's to hoping i still got it lmao

It was like walking on a wire.

Balance was vital in keeping things from worsening because it almost seemed there was no way to improve them. The evidence was in her eyes, her drive, and how she moved about like she were nothing but a cog in a machine. Percy wondered, at times, where she was going. She hadn’t been lost, no, not yet, but it was obvious that they were losing her.

Shame was a thing. It existed, and he found it quite often, especially looking back on the things he’d done and the way he had treated those he loved over it all. He had been a cruel man, all for the taste of his anger and revenge, and even with the demon gone, he found it something that now easily nested in his heart and fractured soul. He fought it constantly, battle after battle, and hated it so much—dragging it to the point that he often hated himself over it—more than he would ever admit.

That led to too many talks, too many sit-downs, and being watched, and while Percy was a foolish man who happily hurt himself and didn’t believe he deserved the life and love that was given to him, he couldn’t throw it away now. Did he hurt those around him? Yes, that point was obvious, but he tried. Gods above and below, did he try, all for the sake of them.

He still does because he knows the pain it would put on them if he were just to stop and just give up, no matter how much he wants to. He cannot let that happen to them, and certainly not with all they’ve put up with from him already. As much as he already felt it was wasted, there was too much work and effort put into him just to throw it all away like it was worth nothing.

They would keep working, and he would keep trying.

When he had something to work with, he became happier and less focused on his spiraling thoughts of isolation and pain, including others. Everyone always told him that he needed to slow down and take a break, and while maybe his body could, his mind was the opposite. He didn’t know how to shut it off, to empty it of those thoughts specifically, so for him, this was his break. It’s how he found himself focusing on her more than he already did.

There was never a moment, of course, where his mind did not wander back to her, no matter what horrors haunted him, and even in those moments, she was still found there, just in the worst of ways he never wanted to imagine. For all he could lie through his teeth and mask his suffering with squared shoulders, Percy would never lie about that. She deserved to know how much she was loved and treasured and how he turned to her like a plant greedy for the sun. He tried to bloom, as large and vibrant as he could, craving the attention she gave him amongst the field of many, wanting to ensure that he would continue to be seen.

So that one day, his fears would not come true, and he would not find himself so empty and alone without her.

Where was his sun going?

She was right here with him, beside him, but changing, darkening, and somewhere in her endless skies, the clouds were rolling in with a ferocious thunderstorm. Lightning cracked, splitting, and illuminating; in that light, he could see the lines in her face forming into a permanent fixture. He longed to reach up and smooth them away with a gentle touch. Percy knew, however, that healing was more than that, but it also wasn’t this route she had set herself to walk upon. There was a darkness in her eyes, clouding the fear that rested in the slight trembles of the hands and the thunder that carried in her voice to match the lion she acted as she roared.

It peeked out occasionally, those golden rays brightening a room when she was around those she loved, and the world seemed at peace once again, but they all knew well enough was dwelled below in that heart. He knew more than well enough.

Sometimes, he can’t meet her eyes, bring himself to face a mirror of what he had become—what he fears he may still be capable of becoming, and he hates that even more. Blaming himself, in some way, was the easiest step to take. If she had never seen, through him, what was possible, these would not be actions she would be taking.

If he would never have … If he would never have …

Well, that list could go on, couldn’t it? He could spend far too long droning on about the mistakes he had made, what he shouldn’t have done, and those were all things in the past—actions he could never re-step and creations he could never erase. He had to live and die with all of them, and watching her do the same to herself was something he had never imagined. In the end, would she be happy with her decisions? Could she live with them? Would it fill that hole in her chest and soul?

Would it only leave her empty and cold in those parts of the mind, still wondering and crying about why things ended up the way they did, driving her to this point, left with no closure and some of her humanity missing? She would still be bleeding and the wound unable to be found, and the past could not be erased.

No matter how much there is, blood cannot fill a hole with no bottom.

He can reason, at some points, that she should have been able to realize all of that with his experiences. She watched them, witnessed them firsthand, and saw the man it all left behind. If even a man remained in the gunpowder and smoke he trailed. She still existed, but for how long?

The talks the two of them had, do have, and he only finds himself more and more in the quick tongue, rising temper at the mention of the subject, the regret in her eyes as words spill that she doesn’t mean. He wasn’t so much of a fool to miss that she could tell what this was doing to him, and that was why she began trying to push him away, distance herself, and how that only hurt her more. Percy wondered, for her, which hurt more: the poison on the tongue that ate away at her or the isolation that rotted her soul?

Maybe she had an answer for that because, for as much as he tried, he just couldn’t decide.

The guilt tried to argue, as it did many times before, that if he just left, kept his nose out of it, she wouldn’t have that pain he gave her. It would be one less worry on her mind, one less burden on her shoulders, but he knows how much she's hurting beyond that. Love, compassion, and understanding were necessary, and she needed people. As much as she claimed she needed no one and could do this all alone, deep down, she was begging them to stay, to help and save her.

Was he projecting too much?

Perhaps that’s why he was scared when he saw her standing there, tall and determined, prepared to make a decision that would change her life forever. The boy who had lost everything, including himself, was standing there instead, and what could he do? Short of knocking her unconscious and pulling her away, which he had more than half a mind to do, he was taken aback by the pressure and thoughts; she could hate him for saving her, but for long would she be safe? Could she accept it completely this time, or would she try again, alone with no one at her side, and who knows then what would happen to her?

None of it healed the grief left behind, masked by the explosive emotions, only leaving it bare, exposed, and as strong as all hells. Where that grief might take her, along with the shame of her actions to those around her, the profound inability to want to live with it, he didn’t want her to go. At least not alone.

Please, take him too. Don’t leave him, not like this.

So, when time ticked away, the hesitation was present, and her shoulders began to curl in on themselves as they shook; looking at the person before her, he had to hide the way he physically felt himself start to soften. She couldn’t do it, and his breathing hitched the slightest, the weapon in her hand lowering inch by painful inch until it was hanging by a thread at her side. She held the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, and while things would be taken over for her, all he could focus on was gently taking that arm and leading her away.

“Come on, love, let’s go home,” he spoke in a hushed tone that only the two of them would hear, leaning close as she began to cry silently, stilly, with her back turned, barricaded safely by the others, “Don’t regret this path you chose.”

#hahaha this hit me in the feels #right in the absolute fucking feels i forgot i had #thank you #percy de rolo #percy x reader #percival x reader #percival de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo x reader #critial role #critical role x reader #the legend of vox machina x reader #tlovm #tlovm x reader

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bollur · 1 year

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Will you do this for him?

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bollur · 1 year

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Zoro X Reader

A/N: This is my 4000th post on tumblr, and an original thought for once instead of a rewrite. Happy 4000 to me!!! @bollur you know i was thinking of you the whole time i wrote him uwu~

Description: Zoro is... different. You want to ask him what changed in his life to make him so different, but he isn't even aware of this difference you see. So... you try to bring it up, and end up with an extra surprise.

Tags: gn!reader, fluff, confessions, mentions of alcohol, reader is a straw hat

w/c~ 2320

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You studied Zoro from across the deck, watching him with deep focus. Everyone was just saying their goodnights to each other at the moment before disappearing back below deck, Zoro being the one who was on watch duty tonight. This was the perfect opportunity for you, because you had something you wanted to talk to him about, preferably alone. It was something that had been on your mind for a while now, and the confidence you needed to talk about it only came fleetingly. This was one of those moments you had that confidence, so you had to act on it while you still had it. After all, the topic on your mind was a bit of a difficult one to bring up, and you didn’t want to come across as too rude considering how deeply you cared for him already.

Eventually the deck had cleared of life, Zoro already beginning his ascent to the crows nest above. It was just you left on the deck now, so you patiently waited a few extra minutes after Zoro disappeared into the crows nest before you began to follow after him. If you showed up right behind him, you might come off as a bit weird, and your question was already weird enough. No need to startle the poor bugger mid ascent.

You made quick work of the climb and poked your head into the crows nest, finding Zoro on the far side of the room doing the typical thing that one would expect him to be doing: a bottle of sake pressed to his lips and a large weight in his free hand. The sound of your arrival made him freeze in this position, the bitter sting of alcohol starting to get at his tongue where he held the bottle to his mouth, eyes locked on you while you crawled up the ladder.

“Heya! Mind if I come hang out here for a bit and take the night watch with you? I’m not really tired, and you’re good company.” You greeted nonchalantly as you always did.

“You are the most difficult one to get to agree on doing night watch, and now you come up here voluntarily?” Zoro huffed, finally pulling his sake away from his face. “Sure. Why not.”

“You seem surprised. Why is that?” You snorted.

“Because you’re always the first one to pass out, loser.”

“Woooooow.” You groaned in mock offense.

Am I saying anything that is currently incorrect?” He challenged you.

“Hah! Nope~. You’re right on that one, but tonight I’m restless. Your company is always appreciated.” You remarked, approaching a rack of weights. “So, how about we shoot the shit and lift some weights instead of talking about my eternal sleep schedule, hey? The seas are calm. I doubt there’ll be anything of concern for us to worry about tonight.”

“I’m already way ahead of you on that one.”

Easing into conversation was a smart move on your part. The buzzing thoughts in your mind soon quieted down for a moment as you engaged in mindless banter with Zoro, easing your nerves while you curled weights and rambled on about current events together. It was nice to just talk nonsense for once and make fun of the state of the world. Zoro even cracked open another bottle of sake to share with you while you talked, taking sips between sets like the fools that you were.

Eventually you both became a bit tipsy and had to give up on the weights for your own safety, the conversation becoming quite a nonchalant and mindless one. You leaned up against the wall nearby and gazed out at the stars in the sky while Zoro took a seat on the floor to finish his current bottle of sake, eager to get started on the next. It was such a nice change of atmosphere that you nearly forgot the entire reason you came up here.

“Hey, wanna go up on the roof?” You asked out of the blue.

Zoro looked at you with a confused expression, once again holding a sake bottle near his lips. “Ah, why?”

“The stars look nice, don’t you think? There’s nothing crazy happening for once, so why not enjoy the night sky worry free?” You replied.

Your request was a bit unusual, but so was your unexpected company anyway. Zoro figured that something must be on your mind, and his curiosity told him that it might be worth it to see what was up. You were normally quite aloof like he was, so it was within reason for him to be initially concerned.

“Y’know, you make a good point. Sure, let’s go.”

Zoro picked himself up off the floor with his sake in hand, already climbing up to the roof of the crows nest. You huffed a little and followed after him, amused that he agreed so quickly. Now you’d definitely have to have that conversation you were thinking about with him. The sight of the stars would hopefully keep you calm enough to get the right words out.

When you emerged on the roof you shivered a little from the breeze, but quickly grew accustomed to it once you could see the sea of stars that expanded above you. Even if you’ve seen them a million times, it was a sight you’d never get tired of. The glittering dots that scattered across the void of space were always a beautiful sight to see; and even now, you found yourself already lost in the beauty it offered, your head tilted upwards in awe as you sat down next to the railing.

Zoro watched you for a moment, eyeing your side profile that was adorned with silver light. You seemed so at peace… but, he knew something was up. As much as he didn’t want to disturb you and your calm state, he had a feeling you might end up not saying whatever was on your mind unless you were given a bit of a nudge to do so.

“You have something to tell me, don’t you?” Zoro poke quietly, breaking the silence.

You blinked, brought back down to reality by his voice. When you turned your head over to look at him, your eyes locked, and you smiled sheepishly.

“Heh, even that’s different about you.” You sighed.

“You’re being pretty weird to be fair. What are you on about, huh?” He pestered you.

“This… might offend you a little but… eh, fuck it. You… you’ve changed a lot over the years. You’re a little different now, and I don’t know if I like it or not.” You finally answered, leaning back on your palms.

“Eeeh??” Zoro scoffed, staring you down.

“See, told you that you’d be offended.” You laughed. “That hasn’t changed, that’s for sure.”

To be fair, his offense was rightful, but the way in which you acted stopped him from going off on an extended rant at you. You were just… too casual in the way you spoke, the reflection in your eyes displaying a long forgotten feeling.

“Tsk. Then tell me. How have I changed, and is it a good or bad change?” He asked you carefully.

“Mmm… It’s a bit of both.”

“Elaborate.”

“Heh. Sorry to worry you. You’ve changed for the good mostly, so don’t worry too much. You’ve become stronger, you’re incredibly perceptive now save for your sense of direction, and you think a little clearer when making decisions.” You chuckled, watching as his brows furrowed when you commented on his sense of direction.

“... and the bad?”

“Ah, well…” You paused, not wanting to say, but his piercing gaze held you to your word. “You don’t… smile as much as you used to.”

Now that was a response Zoro wasn’t quite expecting to hear.

“Smile? I don’t think I ever smiled much in the first place, so I don’t quite get it.” He replied.

“No, no… No you did. A lot, actually. You laughed a lot too. I can’t count how many times you goofed off before; laughing, being carefree, and a fool in the best way possible. And I’m not saying you don’t have your moments now, but you just aren’t as carefree as you used to be. I get why, but I… I miss being an idiot with you.” You rambled on in explanation, your gaze having drifted down to the floor.

The silence would be deafening if it wasn’t for the gentle lapping of waves against the side of the ship. Zoro stared at you as the seconds passed, and eventually, you stopped looking down at the wood and returned your gaze to him, only to find him wearing a shocked expression. You began to sweat nervously, worried that you had seriously offended him.

“I-I mean, don’t get me wrong your strength and composure are admirable a-and I just- I mean-”

“I get it.” Zoro interrupted, his tone unnaturally soft.

“You… do?”

“Yes. You’re right; I am quite different from before when you put it like that. The things I’ve seen, the pain that I’ve taken on… All of it has changed me. I don’t think this is a good reason, but I suppose I’m so rigid because it puts the crew at less of a risk. If I don’t show emotions, there is no weakness to exploit.” He explained slowly, carrying on after a long breath in. “I want to protect this crew. To protect… you.”

You couldn’t stop your face from heating up now. “Z-Zoro…”

“So, yeah. You’re right. I’ve never really noticed before, but you’re right. For that, and because it’s you, I think I can make a change one more time.” He said mischievously, flashing an extremely rare breed of smile at you.

You perked up, delighted to see the corners of his mouth turned up. The words ‘because it’s you’ bounced around inside your head, making you giddy.

“So… what does this change entail?” You asked.

He snorted, his smile looking more and more like a devious smirk. “Fuck around and find out, why don’t ya?”

“Wha- AH!”

What happened next most certainly wasn’t something you would’ve predicted. Zoro scooted closer to you, and gave you a violent shove up and over the railing off of the crows nest. You yelped at first, but as you free fell down towards the deck below you let out a loud belt of laughter, having never felt his old self resonate so strongly before. Whatever clicked in his head had brought him back, and you getting thrown off of the crows nest was proof of that.

You turned yourself around midair with a smile on your face, prepared to land. You’ve been tossed off taller things, and regularly jumped from the crows nest anyway, so this wasn’t an alarming thing in the slightest. What was alarming though was Zoro’s arms wrapping around you out of nowhere, giving you more of a spook than the initial toss. He wore a grin so large you couldn’t possibly fathom being upset at all, so you grabbed back onto him as he took the impact of hitting the deck for you.

Immediately after landing, Zoro threw himself backwards onto the grass, holding you atop him as he broke out into a laughing fit like no other. His grip loosened just enough for you to get comfortable as you straddled him, your hands pressed against his chest that shook with laughter. You hadn’t seen him laugh like this in ages, and it was so infectious that you couldn’t stop smiling as you leaned down on top of him, chest to chest, feeling all of his joy.

“... I miss your foolishness.” You huffed, inches from his face.

That closeness allowed you to be heard over his laughter, and upon hearing your words he simmered down to quiet chuckles. He could finally see the way your gaze was cast so lovingly down at him, and he melted. You had done the one thing that he didn’t know he needed you to do, and in the moment, running on nothing but brazen confidence and a swelling heart of joy, he gripped your hips a little tighter and nudged you down into a sickeningly sweet kiss.

You were a little surprised, but with how close in proximity you were with him you were already considering doing it anyway. This was just the ‘okay’ you had been waiting for. A hum slipped past you but you didn’t care, melting on top of him and into the sensation of his lips. You could feel the heat coming from his cheeks, and you were sure you matched him in terms of how much blood had rushed to your head. It was your first kiss with him, of course.

Eventually you broke apart, though neither of you wanted to. You stared down at him, both of your expressions briefly replaced with ones of wonder. You were the first to smile, and he followed in suit, sliding his hands up to the small of your back.

“Well. That saves me a long and drawn out confession.” You giggled.

“So that’s why you were up there with me.” Zoto chuckled. “I knew you had a better reason.”

“I actually had multiple. Confessing to you was just one of many.” You mumbled.

“So, is this the part where you tell me you love me?” He asked.

You blinked, then sputtered with giggles. “Yeah, it is. I love you, idiot. So smile more.”

“Anything for you.” He hummed, sneaking in a gentle peck to your lips.

“Anything huh? How about sharing the rest of the sake then?’

“Mmhmm. It’s just-” He paused, remembering he was on the deck now. “... Shit.”

“You left it on the roof huh. Dumbass.” You snickered.

“Yeah, love you too, smartass.”

He really did though. You reminded him that there were things worth smiling for again. He didn’t have to be so different from before after all.

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no mercy percy for @weeb-verine

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Reblog if you’ve made amazing friends online and are grateful for their existence

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The time has come.

Fire the weapon.

Be at peace.

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chilling survival // percival x reader - ii

a/n: help.

you've all been asking for it and i finally did the second chapter to this req. and i'll be damned if anyone thinks we're not leading into a third, because i like to torture myself and leave everyone on a good ol' cliff hanger, of course.

i apologize for nothing, except for the fact it's AWHILE so this might suck. thanks.

[SCUTTLES AWAY]

Fighting through the languor and warmth wrapped around your body with shifts and the heaviness of sleep with fluttering lashes, you began regaining your senses. You did not lose the tightness of his grip on you, but it would not be mentioned as you asked a bit groggily, “How long was I out?”

There was only a second pause before he answered, “Around two hours.” Releasing you to move about and him to adjust, sitting straighter against the tree.

You proceeded to stretch, a morning ritual as if you weren’t stranded in the middle of nowhere, having been fighting against a blizzard for your life a while ago. Joyfully connecting to the sounds of the world around you, you were met with a lack of raging winds and small comfort to your soul. “How long ago did things calm down?” Bringing your arms back down to your side, you stood and began wiping built-up dirt off your coat the best you could, despite it being damp.

It wasn’t entirely over yet, you knew; while things had lessened enough for the two of you to at least travel and see well, it could change at any moment. The mountains were merciless.

“A little less than the same," Percival responded precariously, following your example with preparing for the rest of the day or however long you would find yourselves stranded.

Your brows furrowed, looking at him confused. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I need you functioning,” he began as if it was apparent, “and a lack of sleep has never been your best behavior.”

A hand lightly whacked his bicep, and his lips curled up at your ‘offended’ look, “Not all of us have the self-destructive ability to survive for days on a couple of hours of sleep.”

"Hours?" His brow quirked, "How lucky - I'd love to know their secret."

Your arms crossed, hip cocking out as you stared at him, “The only secret I’d share with you is how to get it decently every night.” It was only partially a joke, something you weren’t even sure of yourself half of the time, but he seemed occupied with something else. Stepping up beside him, you followed his line of sight and asked, “What’s wrong?” softly, not wanting to draw his attention too much.

“Do you hear that?” He asked, and you listened, eyes narrowing and head tilting to give more range to your best ear, “Something’s headed this way.”

The first distant thud that met you, feeling the ground vibrate your feet just barely, could have been anything this high up in the mountains and your subconscious wanted to believe that. The second one came, the third, and the fourth were getting closer, you’d wager, with how they’re gaining strength. “Something big.”

Gloved fingers brushed and dipped between yours. “We need to leave. Now.” His mind was made up, and you could not disagree, “We may be able to gain some distance on it.”

Following him while listening was easy enough until something familiar met your ears. “Wait, stop,” you rushed out, trying to pull him to a halt.

“This is no time to - “

Your heels dug into the ground, snapping your arm back, surprisingly catching him just enough that he tumbled back and lightly knocked into you. “No, just, stop!” you hissed, using your other hand to fist in his coat to ensure he stayed and comfort for yourself, “Listen.”

As much as he wanted to argue, carry you kicking and screaming to safety if he had to, how could he deny you his full attention? Not when the situation called for keeping you safe. If there was something he missed and you noticed it, then, by all means, he needed to know.

There was a moment of personal silence, and your eyes widened as the realization seemed to hit you, fingers tightening around the fabric and pulling slightly to emphasize. "That's Trinket!"

"And if it's not? It could be any bear." He believed it was a rational argument.

However, so was yours, "How can you say that? What if it is?"

"Do you know what you'd be risking?"

"You don't have to come with me to find out."

His eyes screamed offense as if the idea was inconceivable, as if it was actually himself he cared about in that scenario. As if he’d leave you alone. The answer would always be no, no matter the situation. Not ever. Mentally gritting his teeth, he knew he could either join you to ensure you’d be alright and at least have a back-up if something were to go wrong, or he could pace a trench into the ground as he anxiously waited for you to return and either is sure to drive him up and down a wall.

His choice was evident, and you knew it, so when you began leading in the other direction, he obediently followed, but it was never stated he had to be happy about it. That opinion only grew when it came to finding out you were right, a fear he had for both you and the bear. In the distance, thrashing fearfully around in a large hold was, in fact, Trinket. Unmistakably for the armor that he wore, and unfortunately for many reasons. But now came the platinum piece question; how were you both to retrieve him?

“How wonderful.” He breathed, shoulder pressed against the tree you were ‘hiding’ behind.

You sighed from below him, "Not much we can do with it holding him.”

Ah, yes, a great con of pre-prepared magic, especially in moments you expect to know your surroundings. Open ground, he could tell by your look not much was ready for condensed combat, the majority being area of effect for the travel.

How did he know you so well?

“Then we’ll have to get Trinket out of range first. What are we thinking?” hopefully, a lot.

Coming down to the daunting fact it was simply the two of you, doing damage was no issue—the two of you could pack ranged punches as if it was no one’s business, so that’s not where his concerns lie. Usually, in a situation like this, there was typically more defense for those in the party who are ‘glass canons’ as you’d so beautifully labeled. For something this size, close combat was not part of the equation. Not to mention Percival wasn’t even sure what this thing was, or what hell out of the nine it crawled out of, so while that didn’t help, he could tell from the look on your face that it hardly mattered to you.

He’d love to say it was the same for him, but knowing could very well lead to your survival, especially if there were more and if they were capable of holding a grudge. There was neither the time nor the resources available at the moment to find out either of those things.

You were silent for a good moment, and he felt his finger slowly begin to chip away at the rough bark on the tree. He knew you were thinking, but gods, so was he. Implying his mind ever truly stopped, not that it did.

Your stature perked, fingers brushing the rope you held as you suddenly stood and turned towards the gunslinger who watched you as though you’d bolt at a moment's notice. “I think I have an idea,” your voice held confidence that surged a sense of pride and fear within him, “but I will need your help.”

“As if you wouldn’t already have it.” His reply was equally as solid and unwavering despite the growing uncertainty as he listened to your idea. Percival’s own opinions came easy, intent on making it better, if not safer. Creativity had to be exceptional in any possible suicide mission, it being just the two of you. With the display he could imagine, given off what was being made, it could go reasonably well in a perfect world.

This, however, was not one, and he could automatically assume the worst with each word spoken.

Your voice came with a slight hesitancy as you secured the rope to rest across your chest and asked, “Do you have my back?” fear evident in your eyes, gloves hands clenching tightly. A tenderness spread in his eyes as he cupped your hands in his own, bringing them forward to press a kiss to your fingers. It was an answer that said more than any words.

A crinkle met your eyes as your lips curled, and his arm helped balance your shift in weight to your toes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. For a moment, he could swear a bit of the snow around his feet melted before you pulled away and your hands slipped from his. Turning away with a glance over your shoulder, you were there and, in the next step, gone without a trace.

It was a daunting sight that brought forth a realization, his gaze holding to your last visible location, and he cursed, “Shit.”

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