Arranged marriage au where Judge wants an alliance with the straw Hats because in the north blue they’re seen as warmongers who have been conquering the entirety of the East Blue. Judge thinks they’re the same as him and are conquering all these places for power. During the negotiations for the alliance Judge forces a marriage contract to be involved. He sees an opportunity to make sure he has blood ties to this powerful empire and it's also a great way for his failure omega son to finally make himself useful.
Zoro is the only 'eligible' alpha amongst the Straw hats and the rumors are that he's the strongest and most violent one, Judge thinks those'll be great traits to pass down to their children, maybe they'll cancel out Sanji's softness. Zoro doesn't want to get married, that will only get in the way of his goals. But Germa has access to resources and trade routes that the East needs, so he has to just deal with it.
Sanji is absolutely horrified when he finds out he's basically being sold to this empire in the East Blue and that his destined mate is going to be some huge macho asshole alpha. His biggest fear was to stay in Germa forever and for a second he thought he was actually getting a way out when Reiju told him. Until he hears who will be taking him and he immediately assumes the worst, it feels like he's only being moved from one cage to another.
When he is first gets off the ship in the East he thinks maybe he can make a run for it, disappear and live in the woods somewhere. Unfortunately he's caught pretty quickly by none other than his betrothed. The alpha is entirely unbothered by it, he almost let him run off completely. But he knows Nami would kill him if the prince went missing, so he has no other choice but to go find him.
However, Sanji does not plan to give up. He runs any chance he gets. Most of the guards and the officials around Zoro don't seem to care when it happens, they leave it up to Zoro to go off and catch him. When he is caught, Sanji goes kicking and screaming, he makes a whole scene of it. He expects to hear people chastise him, to be told he's not acting how an omega should, or how a prince should for that matter. But everyone is unfazed, no one tries to rectify his behavior, no one tells him off, no one punishes him. So he tries to take it up a notch, he actively antagonizes Zoro, he yells and swears, he smokes and bares his teeth. And still nothing. If anything it seems to make the people here like him more ?
Members of the Straw Hats are kind and take him in like he's actually a member of their pack, Zoro meets him blow for blow, their subordinates treat him with respect he's not used to since he's an omega. Sanji feels like he's actually welcome. But there's a heavy, despicable feeling in his gut, unease always sits in the back of his mind, because Zoro is still the Demon of the East, these are still the warmongers who have been taking over the East Blue. No matter how comfortable he feels on the surface, these people are still just as evil and violent as Judge. Right ?
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I was encouraged by my mutual @guys-in-distress-database so here I go. Recently watched the Boxtrolls and it was great and of course I noticed some amazing whump potential from Herbert Trubshaw, so here’s a little bit I decided to write
Trubshaw, Sr.
Part 2 here: https://www.tumblr.com/brainrotlesbian/732272462318944256/trubshaw-sr-part-2
Includes: kidnapping, chains, gagging, physical beating
Herbert Trubshaw watched as the trolls ran off with his son, his heart hammering in his chest. Archibald Snatcher couldn’t get his hands on him now. His baby would be safe. He, on the other hand, was not, and was met with a heavy smack to the back of the head with a club, the cries of his child fading in his ears.
He didn’t know how long he was out. Most likely hours. But when he finally came to, he had been hung upside down from the ceiling, effectively mummified in chains.
“What?” he croaked. He looked around, the sounds of the chains clanking across the warehouse. “Where am I?”
“Morning, Mr. Trubshaw!” Snatcher sang-song. Trubshaw wiggled and writhed, trying to position himself so he could see that treacherous man. “I’m so glad you decided to join me in my efforts in the purification of this town. Those nasty trolls took off with your child! How do you feel about that?”
He blinked. His son, his boy, taken by the box trolls… no. He gave him to them, to protect him. He scowled at his captor.
“If I’m not dead you must want something from me,” he hissed. “What is it?”
“I already told you. I need you to invent me something to rid this town from those vile trolls. Once and for all,” Snatcher growled, grabbing onto one of the chains that bound him. “And now, you gotta do as I say.”
Trubshaw gagged at the smell of his breath, then scoffed. “I won’t. It isn’t right. Those trolls have just as much of a right to life as the rest of us.”
“Oh my god, shut up! You don’t have a choice! You build my machine, or I make you pay—” Snatcher froze. “No. No, that won’t work.” He stepped away and began muttering to himself, pacing across the floor with long strides.
Trubshaw watched, writhing in his restraints. They held him fast, without any signs of breaking. He sighed in defeat. For now, he was stuck. And he was beginning to develop a headache from being hung upside down. He wasn’t sure how long this would last.
“Pah, I guess I’ll just have to break you myself,” Snatcher decided. “Although… I do have quite a mess to clean up. Your mess, Mr. Trubshaw, if you weren’t aware, so I suppose I’ll leave Mr. Pickles and Mr. Trout to do it instead. Rough him up all you like. He’ll give in eventually.”
He tried curling in on himself, but he was bound too tightly. He watched with anxiety as the two henchmen approached him.
“Do… you think what we’re doing is good?” the shorter one asked. “I mean, this is a good thing, right? We’re helping cleaning up the community. Making it safer, yeah?”
The larger one nodded. “Hmm, yes, but what if it’s not. Mr. Trubshaw had a point I think, with the trolls deserving life and all.”
“Yes, yes, they do!” he cried. “Pl-please, help me! I can… we can change things, can we not? We can— mmmph!” He was stopped as Snatcher shoved a dirty cloth in his mouth and tied the ends at the back of his head.
“Don’t listen to him,” he snarled. “Just rough him up. Maybe then we can get him to cooperate.”
He lumbered off, leaving Trubshaw bound, gagged, and alone with two men with orders to beat him. He swallowed nervously, switching his attention between the two of them.
“Yeah, alright,” the larger one said. “We got orders, and following orders is the good thing to do.” He punctuated this with a hard punch to Trubshaw’s gut, leaving him gasping and spluttering beneath his gag.
“Eh… I guess you’re right,” the shorter man said, shrugging, then he turned to the work table behind him and picked up a large metal wrench. “Following orders is the good thing to do!” He swung the wrench, connecting a solid hit to his temple, which all but knocked him out again.
He knew he wasn’t going to be able to last long. Not here. Not with this treatment.
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for the au meme: homesteader eddie and mail order bride chrissy on the prairie 😈
You are... the devil. And I just think you're neat. And I may already have a chapter of this written. ALL THAT TO SAY...
Chrissy isn't a traditional mail-order bride. Instead, she's been promised to Jason, who heads west a year or so before her to get things set up. Naturally he's not going to be a homesteader or anything, and while I'm not entirely sure what he IS doing, it'll involve being a rich, privileged dick. As one does. Anyway, she's coming out to meet him and ~plot happens and suddenly she is in need of an Eddie.
Eddie and Wayne each have a claim, and they've built two cabins on either side of the property line, so they have their own houses but are in each other's pockets all the damn time.
Hopper is the Sheriff in whatever little town I invent, and he's courting the Widow Byers (Lonnie probably died jumping over a fence using his rifle as a vaulting pole and shooting himself in the hand and getting gangrene, idk, I hate Lonnie), and nobody really knows how he came to adopt his daughter, because neither of them will talk about the circumstances.
Eddie's conflicted about how much he wants to be where he is. Part of him hates being tied down to the claim for so long, but another part of him is scared to leave the familiarity of home. (Which is also why Eddie has been a senior three goddamn times. In this TED talk I will...)
I realize this is all setup and I haven't even gotten to the Hellcheer stuff yet, BUT I do think that Eddie bunks up with Wayne at first so Chrissy can have his cabin to herself at night, and she's the one who puts a stop to it and tells him she's just fine sleeping on the floor. And, you know. Winter Is Coming. I am but a simple smut farmer.
Blizzards are cold!
The gif below is live footage of Eddie and Jason in a fight, jsyk. It's my gift to you for this wonderful ask. 🧡
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