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ONE PIECE:

Mihawk x Marine Captain! Reader

Mihawk x Marine Captain! Reader - Sequel

Smoker x Running Pirate! Reader

RECORD OF RAGNAROK:

Thor x Goddess!Reader

BLACK CLOVER:

Character: Thor x Reader

Warning: Female reader

Summary: The first encounter between Thor and a playful goddess from another pantheon. Their meeting sparks an unexpected tension where boredom begins to turn into curiosity.

The arena still hummed with the echo of violence. Cracked stone, scorched air, the faint metallic scent of blood that even the gods could not quite ignore.

Thor stood alone, silent and unmoving. His hammer rested at his side, heavy. The fight had ended, yet the familiar emptiness returned just as quickly - victory without meaning, power without challenge.

Boring.

“…How tragic.”

The voice drifted through the air like silk over steel, echoing against the hall of Vahalla. Thor’s eyes shifted - slowly, deliberately toward the source.

You.

You leaned lazily against a fractured pillar as if this were nothing more than entertainment. Your gaze lingered on him - not fearful, not reverent but interested. A small smile curved your lips.

“You finally found someone who made your heart beat a little faster… and then he died.” Your tone wasn’t mocking. Worse, it was amused.

Thor turned fully now, gaze settling on you with quiet weight. Most would crumble under it, you didn’t even flinch. Instead, you pushed yourself off the pillar and walked toward him, slow and deliberate. Every step carried a kind of confidence that didn’t beg for attention - it owned it.

“Tell me, Thunder God…” you murmured, circling him slightly, eyes tracing the lines of his form without shame, “was it everything you hoped for?”

Thor didn’t answer immediately. His grip on Mjölnir remained loose, but something in his posture shifted - subtle, but real. “You talk too much,” he said at last, voice low and even.

You laughed softly. “And you don’t talk enough. How unfortunate - we could balance each other perfectly.” You stopped in front of him now, close enough that most would consider it reckless. Close enough that you could feel the faint heat radiating from him. Your gaze lifted to meet his.

“Or are you only interested in things you can destroy?”

Silence. Heavy. Then he breaks the silence.

“…No.” The answer was quiet, but it carried weight.

Your smile deepened, just a touch sharper now. “Oh?” you tilted your head, stepping even closer, just enough to test him. “So you can be curious.”

Thor’s eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, in focus. You were… strange. There was no fear in you, no hesitation. Even the other gods, loud as they were, kept a certain distance from him. You didn’t, you stepped into it, played with it like it amused you.

“What are you?” he asked, direct and blunt. Very Thor.

You placed a hand lightly against your chest, feigning surprise. “How rude. You didn’t even introduce yourself first.”

A pause then, “Thor.”

Your lips curved. “I know.” Of course you did.

You stepped back just enough to give him space - though your eyes never left his. “I am a goddess,” you said smoothly, “of beauty… desire… and all the things that make beings lose control.” Your gaze flickered just briefly to his hand gripping the hammer, then back to his eyes.

“Though,” you added softly, “I wonder if that applies to you.”

The air between you shifted. Thor studied you in silence, as if weighing something unseen.

“You’re strange.”

You laughed again, brighter this time. “And you’re boring. But I think I can fix that.”

Bold - anyone else would’ve been crushed for less but Thor didn’t move, didn’t threaten, didn’t dismiss you.

"Mine"

Character: Mihawk x Reader

Tags: Female reader, fluff, enemies to lovers

Summary: The continuation of this short. How the reader would respond to Mihawk’s confession.

“Do you even know what you’re saying?” she whispered, eyes narrowing, not with anger but with disbelief. Her hand, however, remained in his grasp, safely wrapped in the warmth of his hand. She didn’t pull away.

Mihawk didn’t answer right away. He looked at her, not with his usual piercing cold eyes, but with something that made her heart lurch, warmth…love. A slow, genuine smile curved his lips, rare and unguarded.

“I do,” he said simply. “And I know what you’re thinking…” His fingers squeezed hers gently, strong and deliberate but never forceful. A silent promise.

“Your duty. Your name. Your father. The Marines watching from the shadows like scared rats,” he said with a small, mirthless chuckle. “I know the weight you carry. But I’m not asking you to drop it”

He stepped closer, shadows folding around him like a cloak, but the only thing she noticed was the warmth radiating from his hands, his body, his words.

“I’ll deal with it all. The whispers, the consequences… even your father, if I must.”

He leaned in, his forehead almost brushing hers. His voice dropped, low and rough with something unspoken, desire, maybe, or desperation.

“All I ask for… is you.”

He stopped, the space between them filled with tension so thick it felt like the air itself could break. His thumbs brushed over her knuckles, soft and reverent. His head tilted slightly, golden eyes flicking over her face with an almost painful tenderness.

And for once, the war-hardened swordsman looked utterly human. “(Y/n)” he murmured, her name falling from his lips like a secret he’d been holding for far too long. “Say yes. Just once. And I’ll never let you fall.”

Her breath hitched, and her body betrayed her. Her fingers curled tighter around his.

She was torn between the oath she made and the man before her. Between law and longing. Between fear… and the raw, burning truth in his eyes.

“Dracule…” she whispered, her voice catching like a flame. He didn’t move. He waited. Vulnerable. Steady. His hands holding hers like she was the only thing smoothing him in this chaotic world.

“Dracule…” she whispered again, her voice trembling now, not from fear but from the weight of what she was about to do.

Her entire life had been sharp edges and discipline. Orders barked. Missions carried out. The cold silence of command. There was no room for softness in the uniform she wore. No room for men like him. And yet…

The way he was looking at her, not as a conquest, not as a challenge, but as something fragile, precious, made something inside her unravel slowly. She took a shaky breath, the kind you take before stepping into battle or falling.

“Yes” she breathed.

The word barely passed her lips before his fingers tightened gently, reverently, around hers. For a split second, he simply looked at her silent and unmoving as if he had to be absolutely sure he’d heard her right.

Then something shifted in his eyes.

That sharp glint, that ever-calculating swordsman’s gaze… it melted. His expression softened with something almost too raw to name. And for a man known across the seas as the coldest blade alive, the way his thumb brushed her cheek made her feel like the most delicate thing he’d ever touched.

He leaned in, so close she could feel the heat radiating off of him, the quiet hum of restraint under his calm exterior. His forehead came to rest gently against hers. His breath fanned against her lips steady, controlled, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed how tightly he was holding himself back.

“Say it again…” he whispered, breath warm fanning against her lips, eyes closed as if the sound of her voice alone could steady him. His grip on her tightened, not out of possession, but desperation, holding her like she was the only real thing in a world that demanded control. “Please…” he murmured, his lips just barely grazing hers, trembling on the edge of a kiss.

Her breath caught again, and she closed her eyes, leaning into him. It wasn’t a kiss, not yet but the moment hung suspended in the air like a thread pulled tight. Electric. Breathless.

Her fingers reached up, curling into the lapels of his coat. His hands slid to her waist, slow, light and reverent, as if even touching her now required more than just a simple ‘yes’.

“I said ‘yes’” a smile ghosted her lips lightly as she answered slowly, wanting to see every little change of his expression. And when she whispered his name again softer this time, not in warning but in surrender, he tilted his head, finally closing the distance between them.

The kiss was slow. Deliberate. Like a promise sealed with breath and lips instead of swords and blood.

When they finally parted, her lips tingled, her chest rising and falling against his.

“We shouldn’t,” she murmured, but the words held no strength anymore.

Character: Smoker x Reader

Warning: Female reader, slow burn

Summary: Reader is a pirate, who is running away, trying to escape Smoker in Loguetown. Unfortunately for her, she’s reached a dead end. What antic will she stir in order to get away from the White Hunter and get back to her ship?

The scent of salt and smoke clung to the air, sharp and dry. (Y/N) skidded to a halt in a narrow, sun-scorched alley, chest heaving as she faced the very last thing she wanted to see: a wall. Solid stone. No crates to climb, no window to slip through. A dead end.

“End of the line.” Then came the voice. Gruff, dry like gravel and cigar smoke.

Vice Admiral Smoker stood with one boot planted forward, his coat flaring in the breeze. The smoke curling off his shoulders made the hot air feel even heavier. The air grew heavier, thick with tension and smoke, wrapping around her ankles like it had a will of its own. Panic flared in her chest. Heat. From the adrenaline... or from the way his eyes flicked over her, calculated but lingering just a little too long.

“I was hoping I’d run into you” he said, his voice rough and low.

His eyes were hidden for a second behind the trail of his cigar smoke, but when they locked onto hers, sharp, unblinking. Her stomach twisted.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, trying not to let him see the panic clawing at her throat. “How romantic of you”

She takes a step back, bumping into the hot stone wall. The hot summer weather is not helping to ease her situation.

He took a step closer. The smoke at his feet curled forward, like a beast sniffing at its prey “Game’s over, you foolish pirate. Take in the damn sun one more time, it’ll be the last time you see it”

Masking the fear and panic rising in her chest, she took a step forward. The mist curled tighter. Her voice dropped to a soft whisper “Or... maybe we strike a deal. I give you something... valuable. You let me go.”

Maybe it’s the nervousness that she failed to hide the shaky tone of her voice, her words come off less of an offer and more like a plea for help. His eyebrow arched, lips curling upward, the cigarette between his lips moving along as a scoff and mocking laughter breaks through the thickening tension in the air.

“You think I’m that easy to bribe? Know your place, this isn’t your little pirate game. That pretty face of yours won’t help lift an inch of your bad deed”

“Not a bribe,” she said, a smile forming on her lips. “An offer. Information. A name, maybe. A route through the Calm Belt. Or something else...” Her gaze flicked to his chest then back to his face.

The smoke around him thickened. That flicker of interest in his eyes was almost imperceptible,but she caught it, it’s there. He’s definitely interested! He stepped closer. Now she could feel the heat of his body, smell the tobacco that clung to his coat.

“Alright” his voice low, rugged yet with that maddeningly smooth, teasing edge “Tell me.”

I stare into his light colored eyes, steady and piercing, clenching my fists at my sides, bracing myself to not give up in face of his intimidating aura, to not shrink beneath the weight of his presence.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

A soft chuckle. A crooked smirk. Words laced with mockery. All so ordinary, harmless in anyone else’s mouth.

But not his.

“What do you want to know?” I finally got the strength to let out my answer, soft and somewhat timid.

A long pause stretched between them, heavy with smoke and heat. Smoker’s gaze didn’t soften, but it shifted—curious now, lingering on her lips a fraction too long.

“What do I want to know?” he repeated, his voice a slow rasp, like it had been dragged over coals. “Everything. Starting with why a smart-mouthed little pirate like you keeps slipping through Navy hands like smoke.”

She tilted her head, letting a sly smile tug at her lips. “Maybe I’m just good with my hands.”

His brow raises just slightly. “I bet you are.”

The boldness of his reply caught her off guard—but only for a second. Seeing she’s getting her way, she leaned in, letting her shoulder brush his coat as she passed in a slow, measured circle around him. The alley was small, the space between them shrinking with every heartbeat.

“I could give you that route,” she murmured, trailing a finger through the smoky air as if drawing invisible lines between them. “Or I could give you something a little more…personal.”

Smoker’s jaw tensed. She could feel the war inside him, crackling just beneath the surface. Duty against desire, justice against temptation.

“Dangerous game you’re playing,” he said, turning slightly to keep her in his sights. “Flirting with someone who could snap you into two is not a good idea”

She laughed softly. “Flirting? I thought this was a negotiation.”

He stepped into her path forcing her to back up - so close now that she had to tilt her head to meet his eyes.

“Then negotiate” he said, low. “But be careful with your offers. I’m not sure which ones I’d rather take... and which ones I’d regret not taking.”

Her breath caught in her chest, but she refused to back down. “Guess you’ll have to figure out which risks are worth it.”

Another beat of silence. His eyes searched hers, not for lies, but for the challenge she was daring him to accept. And maybe, just maybe, he was considering it.

The corners of his mouth lifted into something that wasn’t quite a smile, but wasn’t entirely a threat either.

“You know,” he murmured, voice rough like a promise, “for a pirate... you’ve got a dangerously persuasive mouth.”

She grinned, slow and wicked. “And I haven’t even started talking yet”

His eyes narrowed slightly, the smirk lingering on his lips, but his guard didn’t lower, not completely. Still, something shifted in the way he looked at her now. Less like a threat. More like a temptation he wasn’t sure he should entertain.

“Careful,” he said, his voice low, gravelly. “Don’t push your luck, I won’t let it go then.”

(Y/N) leaned in slowly, watching every flicker of expression in his face, every twitch of the muscle in his jaw. “Maybe that’s what I’m counting on.”

Her hand brushed his coat, fingers ghosting over the lapel. The smoke curled tighter, rising between them like a veil. Still, neither of them moved away.

“Tell me to stop,” she whispered, barely audible over the heavy silence between them. “And I will.”

His breath hitched. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His eyes dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes, and for once, he wasn’t playing predator or marine.

“No need” a soft, quiet, barely heard chuckle left his lips.

And just like that, the gap closed.

His mouth was on hers - a kiss, urgent, heated, and unrelenting. Not gentle, not sweet. It was everything they’d been holding back, the frustration, tension, adrenaline, and something so much more. His hand gripped her waist, firm and unforgiving, while her fingers tangled in the front of his shirt, grabbing harshly at the collar of his jacket like she was anchoring herself.

The smoke wrapped around them in lazy spirals, filling the air and their kiss intoxicatingly like even it had slowed to watch.

She kissed him back just as fiercely, teeth grazing his lower lip as if daring him to push further, arms wrapped tightly around his neck to bring his face down to her level. When they finally broke apart, breathless, the heat between them had nothing to do with the scorching hot sun anymore.

The kiss ended yet he didn’t let her go.

“Still think this is a negotiation?” he asked, voice hoarse, lips inches from hers, swollen, red, bitten.

(Y/N) smirked, her breath mingling with his. “Oh, I know it is. I just happen to be winning.”

"What else do i have to do little Marine..."

A/N: This is what rewatching One Piece has lead to. More Mihawk brain rot coming (maybe)

Character: Mihawk x Reader

Warning: Female reader

Summary: Reader is a Marine Captain, she’s also the daughter of the Commander. She’s sent to deliver a message to Mihawk. Little did she know, the Warlord might make a confession that she could hardly refuse.

The cold winds of Kuraigana Island greeted (Y/N) like a slap across the face. Grim, empty, and silent, it fits the man she was about to face too well. Her boots crunched over gravel as she walked toward the ruined castle that served as Dracule Mihawk’s fortress. Each step was measured, every breath controlled, but her pulse betrayed her, quicker than she would have liked.

Her father had sent her here. Again. Delivering a message to the Warlord, as if she were some glorified messenger bird instead of a Marine captain and the daughter of the Commander-in-Chief.

With her fist clenched tightly, she makes her way to his castle. She hated how her stomach twisted when Mihawk was involved. Or rather, she hated that she didn’t really hate it at all.

The castle doors creaked open before she could knock, an unspoken acknowledgment, as if he’d known she was coming. As if she wasn’t the only one who had been waiting for this moment to unfold.

Inside, the infamous swordsman stood at the head of the long hall, wine in hand, eyes gleaming like golden blades in the dim light. He didn’t move. He didn’t need to, knowing she’ll willingly come to him.

“So,” Mihawk said, voice like the cold, smooth steel of his sword, “he sends you. Again. I suppose your father thinks you’re the only one I won’t behead for stepping on my land.”

(Y/N) strode forward, ignoring the way her chest tightened at the sound of his voice, trying to focus on the click of her boots on the hard floor. “Don’t flatter yourself, Dracule. You were just the annoying errand on my duty list.”

He smiled. A rare occasion. Just a twitch of his lips sent something sharp down her spine.

“Annoying,” he echoed, voice low. “You always bring such venom when you speak to me. And yet... you keep coming back.”

“I’m under orders,” she sneered, half lidded eyes glaring his way.

“And yet,” he said again, stepping forward now, “you never seem to be in a hurry to leave.”

A quiet scoff left the marine, she tossed the sealed envelope onto the table. “A summon order. You’re expected to appear before a neutral council. The government doesn’t like that a Warlord’s off playing king of a ghost castle.”

Mihawk barely glanced at the letter. “Let them be.”

She didn’t respond. Not immediately. He walked past her then, his shoulder brushing hers. Deliberate. Intimate. Light, but heavy in intent.

“All you need to tell those upper dogs," he said, stepping in front of her, towering and looming over her smaller frame, “is to be aware of their place in this vast sea.” His yellow eyes locked onto hers, subtly glowing, full of threats, intimidations and command.

“They should know…” his voice dropped to a semi whisper as he leaned down, erasing the space between them. (Y/N) stood in her spot, frozen as she stared into his eyes. For the first time since (Y/N) and Mihawk crossed paths, (Y/N) was in dead silence, no snarky come back, no quirky sarcasm or mockery. Only silent, raw, fragile, she stands there waiting for Mihawk’s very last word.

“that the only reason they’re still existing…” his lips form a sly crescent  “the reason I haven’t brought the Marines to their knees…” he leaned down even more, his breath ghosting against her face.

“why I haven’t burned Mariejois, dismantle your father's empire piece by piece…” his voice soft and smooth but strangely feels cold, scary and distant despite the space between them almost doesn’t exist.

“is the fact that you stand among them” his words come out softly, fanning against her cheeks but send shivers down her spine and raise goose bumps along her skins.

(Y/N) swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on her like a blade poised at her throat. Her breath hitched, but she refused to back away.

“You think I’m a weakness?” she said, voice barely above a whisper but fierce all the same. “That I’m the reason that you hesitate?”

Mihawk’s eyes darkened, unreadable for a heartbeat, then he stepped back just enough to let a faint smirk tug at his lips.

“Not a weakness,” he corrected smoothly. “A leverage. A reminder. A tether holding back a storm.” Mihawk said, slowly circling her.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “You’re insane.”

“Perhaps,” Mihawk murmured. Silence hung thick between them, heavy and unyielding, until Mihawk was the first to break it.

“Tell me, Captain..." he stops "my little Marine…”

For the first time since (Y/N) had entered his castle today, his gaze softened. Slowly and deliberately, his hand reached out to gently enclosed hers, his fingers curling tenderly around her skin.

“How many threats must I make,” he murmured, his voice unusually gentle, stripped of its usual edge, “how many times must I overlook the Marines’ foolishness… for you to finally give me a chance?”

Masterlist: here

Chapter 5: We've met again (P2)

A week has passed since the last time (Y/n)’s meet with Fuegoleon. Today, she’s planning on having a nice picnic by the South Forest.

‘I remember a nice spot around here’ - (Y/n) thinks to herself, looking around the forest.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar red head…it’s Fuegoleon! 

‘It’s better if I don’t get tangled up with him’ 

(Y/n) step quietly, turning around as she makes her escape. Yet, right when she’s about to succeed, a voice calls out.

“Miss (Y/n)?” 

‘...Fuck!’  - She thought to herself, slowly turning around to see his bright violet eyes. - ‘Smile!’ 

“Sir Vermillion! I didn’t expect to see you here!” 

Fuegoleon has that regular charming smile of his as he approaches (Y/n).

“ I could say the same to you Miss (Y/n)”

He said smiling yet, his eyes holding a different emotion. And (Y/n) can tell what that emotion is - ‘suspicion’ 

“I’m here for a picnic” 

(Y/n) answers truthfully, showing him the basket of food she had prepared.  

“Would you like to join me Sir Vermillion?”  - She asks out of courtesy.

“I would love to but unfortunately, I’m on a mission right now and the forest isn’t safe right now, you should return another day” - He said seriously, his usual relaxing and charming face takes a more stern expression.

Then, there’s a loud “BOOM” and the two whipped their heads to their left. Fuegoleon immediately takes action and stands in front of (Y/n), blocking her from the dangers.

“Stay back Miss (Y/n)!” 

“BOOM! BOOM!” 

This time the sound came from all sides! Fuegoleon, on guard, still shielding (Y/n) behind his back.

“That’s the thieves, they are trying to collect rare woods, which are illegal to exploit. The report I was given said they are a group of 5 but based on the loud explosions, I’m guessing there's more.” - he explains.

‘Is he saying all this so that I won’t be worry’ - (Y/n) smile slightly - ‘too bad…it’s kind of hard to not be worry when bombs are going off around you’

“Are you…smiling?” - Fuegoleon asked, confused and a little taken aback by (Y/n)’s sudden smile.

“Oh…I’m just really appreciated that you take the time to explain everything to me”

He smile at her comment, thinking - ‘That’s a strange way of thinking considering this situation’

“Sir Vermillion!” - (Y/n) suddenly yelled as she tugged on his cape, pulling him back to reality, the reality that the team of thieves are now surrounding the two, creating a circle that they can not back away from.

“Don’t worry” - He said, one hand reaching out to help shielding her, while the other hand acted quickly as he drew his grimoire.

“Stay close” - Fuegoleon state calmly as he stepped back to lessen the space between them, their backs touching each other. A man who seems like the leader of the thieves yell out, commanding the others to take action.

But Fuegoleon is much quicker, his grimoire flipping fast, summoning fire flying around them acting as a shield. He glance back slightly to check up on (Y/n)

“Don’t worry, it’s my power” - He whispers gently.

(Y/n)’s eyes widen at the sights of the flames around them. Being a fairy, it’s common that (Y/n) don’t have the best interest with the fire element. By the nature of the Fairy Forest and the power of controlling plants, most fairies are afraid of fire, and so is (Y/n). She stepped back, their backs glued to each other. Fuegoleon seems to notice her uneasiness from the reaction, he asks hesitantly.

“Are you..scared of fire?”

(Y/n) swallows the lump which doesn’t exist in her throat, shutting her eyes as she tries to regain her composure - “It’s a little hot” - she tries cracking a smile, looking forward.

Fuegoleon does the same, looking in front of himself.

“Can you stay here by yourself?” - He frowned slightly as the question left his mouth.

“Are you planning on going out there to deal with them?” - (Y/n) asks, a little worried, she turns around fully facing him.

“That’s my job” - Fugeoleon flashes a charming smile - “Don’t worry, I got this” - He lets out a breathy laugh as he turns and walks out of the fire dome that he has created.

(Y/n) was left in there with a frown etched onto her face. she felt a little guilty for not being helpful right now, she’s still wary of him and what he will do if he found out about her true identity. (Y/n) clenched her fist, debating whether to come out of the dome and help him or not, but the loud screams of strange voices that are clearly not Fuegoleon echoed helped ease her worriedness.

After a while, the screams died down and the dome of fire surrounding (Y/n) disappeared. Glancing quickly around to find the familiar man, (Y/n)’s eyes land on Fuegoleon’s bright smile and the energy that is basically bursting through him. Somehow, looking at the two, Fuegoleon looks like the protected one with his smile and relaxed state when compared to (Y/n)’s worried etched face and the uneasiness in her motion.

“...you seem…you looked like you’ve had a lot of fun” - (Y/n) said coughing, trying to recollect herself.

Fuegoleon burst in laughter. - “Well, and you look dashing Miss (Y/n)”

(Y/n) deadpan. - ‘He did not just joke about that’ - She frowned a little at this.

(Y/n) frowned deepen from Fuegoleon’s sudden change in his attitude. His eyes widened and a small whisper left his lips. (Y/n) eyes slowly looked down and she saw a shiny blade, coming from his stomach. 

“run” 

Fuegoleon’s whisper lingered in her mind, soft but heavy, (Y/n) took a step back, unease creeping over her skin. Something felt off. Then she saw him.

A second figure, smaller, crouched behind Fuegoleon, half-hidden in shadow. The thief! 

Her breath caught. Fuegoleon fell without a sound, crumpling forward like a puppet with its strings cut. Blood darkened the grass beneath him. The thief raised his head, eyes locking with hers. They gleamed, sharp, feral, merciless, full of malice, blade in hands dripped in the ruby red color.

He moved.

A blur of motion, fast, silent and deadly. He charged at her, the same malice in his eyes. Instinct took over. (Y/n) stumbled backward, her feet tangling beneath her. She hit the ground hard, the breath knocked from her lungs, hands slicing through the air. Then, the earth roared.

A deep rumble split the air. The grass beside her trembled violently, then burst apart with a thunderous crack. Massive roots tore through the soil, followed by vines thick as tree trunks, lashing skyward with terrifying force. 

She defeated the thief, mid attack by piercing his body, creating a huge void dripping with red blood trickling down and painting the ground in a disturbing manner.

(Y/n) breathed heavily, gasping as she slowly got back on her feet still trembling a little. Calming herself, she runs to Fuegoleon, who is lying on the ground.

Masterlist: here

Chapter 4: we've met again.

Waking up from her slumber, (Y/n), not caring much about the strange, red headed man who offered her a city tour and the events that happened yesterday, she is scanning through her clothes from which she brought from Fairy Forest. While fairies in general prefer their clothes to be thin and breathable, it seems humans from the Capital enjoy clothes with more coverage and thicker to fit the cold weather of winter. And that’s why (Y/n) is planning to go shopping today. It’s mainly the judging stares of many elders in the city that made her decide to dedicate an entire day to shop for new clothes even though she wanted to visit the south forest to look for some herbs.

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‘Ohh, so this is what humans usually wear on a daily basis huh?’ - (Y/n) thinks, hands running through the rack full of dresses and blouses. Maybe it’s because the expression of  (Y/n) that makes her look like she has no idea what to buy or it’s the sweet time she tooks, standing at the rack that a woman asks her.

“Are you having trouble choosing what to buy?” 

(Y/n) whipped her head around at the soft voice of a strange woman. She has long wavy light pink hair, and violet eyes to match, she wears a somewhat skimpy dark pink dress with a small black cloak over top. (Y/n) have never seen a human who dresses so sexy before, then her eyes darted at the giant hat on the woman's head. ‘Is she a witch?’

“Actually, I am. Miss..?” - (Y/n) trailed off.

“Call me Vanessa. It looks like you aren’t from around here right?” - The woman said, her eyes peeking through the hat with a hint of caution in them. This didn’t go unnoticed by (Y/n). 

“Why yes I am new here you see. People have been giving me a weird kind of look whenever I pass them on the street. That’s why I'm trying to look for clothes to blend in.”

“Hahaha I can tell from your clothes…” - Vanessa said, laughing but slowly returning the cautiousness - “You’re a fairy, aren’t you?”

Not many people know what a fairy looks like except they themself aren’t human. This woman is a witch.

(Y/n)’s lips slightly turn upward but her eyes don't have the smallest glimpse of joys in them. Vanessa waited for (Y/n) to answer but she didn't, there’s only that unpredictable smile on her face as she went back to looking at the clothes rack. Vanessa, still waited for the answer, anticipation and nervousness rising by the second because she knew fairies could be dangerous if they wanted to and how uncommon it is to come across one in any where beside the Fairy Forest. (Y/n) turned to Vanessa, her hand holding up a dress.

“Do you think this will look good on me?” - (Y/n) asks Vanessa with a smile, completely ignoring her previous question. 

“...It’ll look  fantastic on you” - Vanessa answers truthfully.

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“So you are only visiting?” - Asked Vanessa. The two are now sitting in a small cafe chatting and sharing their story. (Y/n) decided to tell Vanessa her true identity considering Vanessa’s own upbringing and her genuine personality.

“Yes, my mother made it VERY CLEAR that I’m only visiting this place and I’ll have to return when the time comes.” - (Y/n) says as the two laugh at (Y/n)'s emphasis on her mother’s word.

Vanessa proceeds to tell (Y/n) about the human world and how in the Clover Kingdom there’s this thing called the Magic Knight Squads.

“...There are nine squads in total and I’m in the Back Bull squad.”

“I see…” - (Y/n) trailed off - “Hey Vanessa…”

“Yeah what’s up, is there something wrong?”

“Not really, I’m just curious. Is there any chance, a Magic Knight Captain with long red hair?” - (Y/n) asks, remembering the man from yesterday.

“Yes, there’s Captain Fuegoleon Vermillion of the Crimson Lion.” - Vanessa answers and (Y/n) did recall hearing something about the Crimson Lion - “Wait, didn’t you just get here? How do you even know about him?” 

“Well, I accidentally met him yesterday and he offered me a tour around the city.” 

Then you can hear the loudest gasp coming from Vanessa - “NO WAY!!” 

“What way?” - (Y/n) asks, head tilting to one side, not really catching up with her girl friend.

“Do you think he is INTO you?” - She emphasized on the word “into” then continued talking - “Just so you know, the man you were talking about so carelessly, he’s a human ROYAL. The citizens of this whole country are not only aware of him but they look up to him like some kind of idol. He’s crazy dedicated to his jobs, I doubted someone like him would take the time to give a city tour to just anyone” - Vanessa rambled on to back up her silly little idea of THAT man having any interest in you.

“Just so you know, THAT man also interrogates me the entire time. How romantic.” - (Y/n) said sarcastically.

“What if he just wants to know more about you?”- Vanessa keeps trying to convince (Y/n) that Fuegoleon has something for her.

“Or he’s just suspicious of me. There is a chance that he knows I’m not human.” - (Y/n) pondering. Vanessa stops with her shipping the two and goes back to  being serious - “There is a chance of that. If it’s true then you should be more careful. Even though I still hoped that it’s only because he finds you attractive.” - Andddd she went back to her lover mode.

The two of you parted when the sun began to set. 

“Vanessa, you’re back!” - Exclaimed Asta lounging in the Black Bull’s headquarter - “Did you buy the food?”

“No, I was busy making a new friend.” - Vanessa said smiling with her eyebrows scrunched together. Then, like a habit, she headed right to the bottle of  wine waiting for her, drowning it in seconds.

“WAIT, THEN WHAT ARE WE GONNA EAT FOR DINNER?!?!?!” - Asta’s scream was heard miles away.

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You are on your stroll back home thinking it’s such a good choice to go clothes shopping today. Not only did you buy lots of cute new clothes but you also found a new friend, someone who can relate to your situation and feelings. Thinking about Vanessa and the conversation you two shared, a wide smile appears on your lips, cheeks flushed as you skips back home. Little did you know that a familiar man was looking at you.