I NEED a fic where an immortal archon or adepti or whatever falls in love with a cursed reader and finds a mark on their back that basically means they're going to die a horrible death. I've seen this trope a lot, but I NEED one where the reader's death is like Danganronpa brutal so their lover is stricken with such horrible fear that they haven't felt in centuries it makes them gag, and they are absolutely determined to break the curse for their beloved. I love the trope where they have to save the reader from their own doom, but it's as if the writers are scared of making their death actually bad. Like, I'm not saying they should write gore or anything, but still... MAKE IT HORRIFYING SO WE GET DISTURBED THINKING ABOUT DYING LIKE THAT
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PLEASE DEAR AUTHORS WITH NEUVILLETTE ZHONGLI XIAO OR CAPITANO, (and basically every hsr guy since hsr has a thing for old guys) IT WOULD BE PERFECT
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Could you write monster trio hcs with an s/o who is completely oblivious to their flirting?
Obvs u don't have to write this if u don't wanna! :]
pairings: monster trio x female reader
cw: luffy doesn't really flirt (I don't know how luffy would be flirting I'm sorry), not proofread , probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!
â (a/n): okay so like... I kind of got carried away and didn't really stay with the request and I just realized it now that i'm done writing :(( it just doesn't feel right, I mean, they're not really flirting... it's more like, indirect flirting, you know?? i'm veryyy sorry!!! :(( -> m.list
â LUFFY
Luffy doesn't even understand the concept of flirting, he simply doesn't know how to flirt. He just does things that feel right, like holding your hand all the time or hugging you randomly.
He CONSTANTLY invades your personal space, leaning in way too close when he talks, but you just assume he's always like that (which, in a way, is true).
Luffy will offer you food, which is a huge deal, but you just think he's being generous and thank him without reading into it.
He calls you "his favourite person" or "his girl", but you just assume it's meant to be platonically.
He'll grab your hand and swing it while walking, and when you ask why he simply shrugs. "Dunno, feels right!"
If another guy talks to you, Luffy pouts and clings to you, but you just think he's being his usual affectionate self.
If you ever find yourself in danger, Luffy's protective instincts go overdrive. However, he doesn't exactly know how to express it in a way that makes sense.
He gives you his hat when it's sunny, grinning at you joyfully, like it's a big deal. And then you're just like "Aw, thanks!" And you don't understand why he looks so disappointed (â âĽâ ďšâ âĽâ )
Luffy likes sitting next to you during meals, pressing his leg against yours. But you just pull away since you think he just needs more room.
He LITERALLY tells you "I like you a lot!" And you're just like "I like you too!" And ruffle his hair.
He tells you that he'll protect you forever, with the most serious expression ever, and you'll just assume he's being a good captain.
Whenever you hug him, he picks you up and spins you around, grinning like an idiot.
He trusts you with his hat. Like, he trusts you. He lets you wear it all the time, because he knows you'll take care of it. Heck, he's the one placing it on your head! You don't really think much of it, though.
Eventually, Luffy gets frustrated and just blurts out "I wanna be your boyfriend!" And waits for you to finally get it.
ââââ
Luffy had been looking for you all morning, walking around the ship, asking everyone where you were. When he finally spotted you on the deck, sitting with Usopp, he rushed over excitedly. He felt his chest tighten whenever he saw you talking with anybody else, but he always brushed it off.
"[Y/N]! I need you!" Luffy grinned, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Usopp's conversation.
"What's wrong?" You asked, chuckling a bit at his sudden enthusiasm.
"I just wanted to talk to you! You always hang out with everyone else, but you never hang out with me!" Luffy pouted, pulling you along toward the bow of the ship. He threw himself down on the ground dramatically, patting the spot next to him. "Come, sit with me!"
You raised an eyebrow, a bit amused as you leaned over him. "Are you really this clingy all the time?" You teased, a smile tugging at your lips.
"Yeah!" Luffy exclaimed with a wide grin, nudging you to sit next to him. As soon as you sat down, he immediately leaned against you, resting his head on your shoulder. "I just like being close to you. You're my favorite person!"
You smiled and ruffled his hair, thinking he was being his usual goofy self. "You're my favourite person too." You replied, smile widening a bit. "You're a great captain."
He grinned, but then he got serious, standing up straight, staring at you. "No, no, I mean... I like you! I really like you!" He repeated, a little louder this time, a faint pink decorating his cheeks.
You blinked at him, not quite processing it. "Aw, that's sweet! I really like you too."
Luffy just whined, burying his face in his hands as he quietly mumbled something under his breath. You just laughed, patting him on the back as he continued whining. "I think you need a nap, Luffy!"
â ZORO
Zoro isn't the best with words, so his flirting is more about physical gestures, like carrying your things and such.
He always makes sure to sit next to you, no matter where you are, but you just assume it's a coincidence.
He trains shirtless around you more than necessary, subtly flexing, but you never seem to notice.
Speaking of training, he helps you train, standing behind you to correct your form, giving you advice.
I already said he's not the best with words, but he has a tendency to compliment you, although not directly. He might praise your abilities in a fight. You don't really think twice about it, but to Zoro, it's his own form of adoration for you.
He always glares at Sanji when he's flirting with you, but you just think they're bickering as usual.
If another man shows interest in you, Zoro's natural reaction is to stare them down with a glare. You'll never notice his intense gaze, because you think that he's just annoyed by something unrelated.
If you ask for help reaching something, he doesn't just simply hand it to you. He lifts you up effortlessly, just as an excuse to feel you in his arms.
If you're tired, he'll literally carry you to the girl's room. You just think he's being a good friend, as if he does it for everyone else (he doesn't).
He loves it when you nap near him during his training, he just likes your presence. You always think it's just because he's comfortable around you.
If you get hurt, he's the first to scold you. "Be more careful." He's the one patching you up, not letting Chopper get near you (unless it's a serious injury).
Zoro's way of showing affection is through silent protection. You'll never notice that he's doing it for you specifically, and he won't say anything to make it obvious.
He also kind of teases you playfully, as a form of affection. He'll make fun of you when you do something silly, but he's never too mean about it.
He gets SUPER protective in battle, always watching your back. He can't bring himself to look at you badly wounded.
Literally EVERYONE notices how protective he is of you, but somehow you never do. Even strangers think so.
Like I've said before, he finds excuses to touch you. For example, gently guiding you through crowds by the small of your back.
He also somehow always catches you when you trip. Right before you hit the ground, he's there, arms wrapped around you and helping you stand back on your feet.
Eventually, he just grabs your face one day and says something like "Damn it, I like you. Get it now?"
ââââ
You were standing near the railing, gazing out at the ocean, watching the sunset, completely lost in your thoughts. That was, until you heard heavy footsteps approaching behind you.
"You've been standing there forever. You lost or something?" Zoro's voice came from beside you, his usual gruff voice a little softer.
You glanced at him as a smile tugged at your lips. "Nah, just thinking. The ocean looks really pretty right now."
Zoro leaned against the railing next to you, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't exactly great at this whole flirting thing, but if Sanji could do it, how hard could it be? He decided to go for something subtle. Something cool.
"Yeah, well..." He muttered, his gaze lingering on you a second too long. "It's not the only thing that looks pretty around here."
You turned to him, blinking in confusion. "Oh yeah! The ship looks great in this lighting too." You smiled as you took a look around, completely missing the way Zoro's expression dropped.
He sighed, shaking his head slightly before he tried again. "That's... Not what I meant."
You furrowed your brows in confusion. "Oh, you meant the sunset, huh? Yeah. It's really nice."
Zoro stared at you for a long moment, his lips parting slightly, trying to process how this was going so terribly wrong. He tried again, this time leaning just a little closer, lowering his voice. "I was talking about you, idiot."
You blinked at him, slightly tilting your head to the side. "Me?"
Zoro nodded, waiting, praying for the realization to hit you already.
"Ohhh." You finally broke the silence, and for a moment, his heart skipped a beat.
"That's really sweet, Zoro! You think I look nice too?" You chuckled, as if he had just complimented your outfit instead of attempting to flirt with you.
Zoro groaned, running a hand down his face. "Yeah, sure, that's what I meant..." He mumbled, admitting defeat.
You gave him a friendly pat on the back. "You're getting a lot nicer, you know that? I think hanging around me is softening you up."
He let out a quiet scoff, turning his gaze back to the sea. "Or maybe I'm just like that with you."
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
â SANJI
Sanji is the king of exaggerated compliments. Every time he looks at you, it's as if he's seeing the most beautiful person in the world. "My darling, the moon is jealous of your beauty tonight." is a pretty common line from him, but you just think it's his usual behavior.
He constantly tries to impress you with his cooking. He'll make your favourite dish and serve it with grace, and when you compliment the food, he blushes as if you're complimenting him. You thank him every time, but in your mind, it's just good manners.
He will find any excuse to help you with something, even if it's small, like picking up something you dropped. And the moment you thank him for it he's like "Anything for you my lovely lady!" You just smile and move on because he does that with pretty much every woman.
Sanji's always the first one to offer you his jacket when it gets cold. Sometimes, when he gets brave, he wraps it around your shoulders and makes sure to linger closer to you for just a little longer.
He has a soft spot for you when you're sad, and he'll stop whatever he's doing to comfort you. He'll hold your hand, stroke your hair and whisper sweet nothings. You just assume it's because he's a gentleman, not because he's crushing on you hard.
Sanji can be pretty possessive, especially when another guy is even slightly flirting with you. You'll catch him glaring, and if anyone so much as dares to brush against your arm, he'll throw a fit. That person might get a foot to the face, but who knows!!
Whenever you compliment his cooking or his fighting skills, he gets way more flustered than with anyone else. His eyes will turn into hearts, and he'll literally swoon.
Sanji often stares at you with wide starry eyes but when you catch him, he'll just say something like "Oh, nothing! Just admiring my beautiful angel." You think he's being his usual self or just lost in thought.
He makes a huge deal out of holding the door for you, pulling your chair at dinner and guiding you with his arm. But you think it's just because he's being polite. He tries to take your hand as he walks you around, but you just think he's offering help, never suspecting that he's being a little more than just polite.
After all his dramatic declarations of love, he finally cracks. One evening, while you're standing by the railing, he walks up to you and throws himself down at your feet. "I cannot live without you! You're my everything, and I need you to understand that!"
ââââ
Sanji had been watching you all day. When you first arrived and joined the crew, he had already been swooning, but now, after spending this much time with you, he was completely smitten. He had made your favourite dessert just for you, and now he was patiently waiting for you to notice.
You peacefully sat on the deck, reading a book, when Sanji rushed over, holding a plate of freshly made pastries. "Ah, my darling! I've made these just for you!" He smiled, leaning down with a hand on his chest in a dramatic bow. "Only the finest for my beautiful lady."
You looked up from your book, a little surprised. "Oh, Sanji! Thank you so much! You really didn't have to, but I appreciate it!"
Sanji's heart skipped a bit as you reached for one of the pastries, giving him a sweet smile. "Anything for you, my love." He muttered, but his voice came out softer, almost like a whisper. He was looking at you like you were the only person in the world. He pressed a hand to his heart, praying you couldn't hear how loud it was beating.
You giggled, thinking nothing of it as you took a bite from the pastry. "This is so good! I don't think I've said this enough, but you're really talented."
He blinked, and his face turned pink, clearly flustered by the compliment. "I only make the best for you, [Y/N]." He replied, his voice shaking just slightly. He leaned in a little closer, almost as if hoping you'd get the hint. "You deserve nothing less."
You looked up, gazing at him, smiling warmly. "Thank you, Sanji. I appreciate it..."
He sighed dramatically and placed a hand to his forehead. "Oh, my sweet [Y/N], how I adore you..." His voice trailed off as he stared into the distance.
"You okay?" You tilted your head, genuinely concerned. But once again, completely oblivious to how he was really feeling.
He slumped forward onto the table, groaning in agony. "I don't think I can take it anymore..." He mumbled under his breath, barely audible. "Why can't you see how I feel?!"
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CW: All hail severely traumatized Reader, Part 2 (or is it 3? 4??)
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On quiet evenings, after closing the shop, youâd sit in the dim light with your butterflies swirling around you, thinking of him. Jinwoo had grown older in these passing years, but he was still in the shadow of what was yet to come, the trials heâd face, the burdens heâd bear. Youâd send a butterfly to always be with him, only occasionally checking in on him, respecting his boundaries even if he didnât know it.
Just for a momentâa quick glance into his world was enough.
When Jinwoo first registered as a hunter, you had already braced yourself for this moment. The person you had watched in glimpses through the pages, from, the safety of your domain, and later from the shadows of Seoul, was finally stepping into a life that would soon be fraught with peril. You were determined to help him, even if only in ways that were subtle, hidden beneath the surface of his everyday struggles.
As long as the system did not forbid you, you would help him however you could. And perhaps, every small act was your rebellion.
---
It started with the hospital bills. You remembered the pitiful amount of money Jinwoo would scrape together after risking his life in dungeons, just to keep his motherâs medical care afloat. You couldnât bear to watch it unfold like it did in the story, not when you had the means to help.
You watched him in the hallway of the hospital one day, standing before the reception desk with his head bowed, his fingers trembling as he pulled out a thin stack of cash.
âI-Iâm sorry, Miss. This is all the money I can scrape byâŚâ His voice was low, filled with both hope and shame.
The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, was holding back a sigh when suddenly, her computer pinged with a notification. Her eyes widened in surprise. âGood news, Hunter Sung!â she exclaimed, her tone brightening. âWith this amount, plus some unexpected anonymous donations, yours and your motherâs hospital bills are covered for the time being.â
âWhat?â Jinwoo blinked, visibly stunned. âBut I didnâtââ
âOh! And Iâm glad to inform you that your motherâs complexion has improved slightly in the last few weeks.â She smiled warmly. âThe specialists believe itâs a good sign.â
Jinwooâs mouth opened and closed, clearly bewildered. âHuh? No, wait, thatâs⌠thatâs great, butââ
In your hidden corner outside the hospital, you giggled softly to yourself, covering your mouth with a hand as you watched through your butterflyâs eyes. The tiny creature perched delicately on the windowsill, relaying every flicker of emotion on Jinwooâs face back to you.
Perched on your shoulder was another small butterfly, its tiny wings beating quietly, the faint residual glow of it, the one youâd tasked with easing his motherâs pain whenever it could, flickered beside your ear.
âI hope you can feel a bit more at ease, Jinwoo,â you whispered to yourself. âItâs not much, but itâs something.â
---
Later that week, you left another package at his door. It had become a small ritual of sortsâevery now and then, youâd make a meal for him and his sister. The recipes were simple, but you took care with each one, carefully wrapping each dish to keep it warm.
âBrother, did you order takeout again?â Jinahâs voice carried through the door as she opened it, her face lighting up at the sight of the package. âHuh? No, I didnât.â
âWhoa! This smells more delicious than the last one.â Jinahâs eyes sparkled as she inspected the food, excitement clear in her voice.
You smiled, pleased. This time, youâd made a little extra, something from your own worldâa dish that you remembered from home, a comfort food youâd grown up with. For some reason, it felt right to share it with them, hoping it would bring a small sense of peace to Jinwooâs chaotic life.
Jinwoo stepped closer, frowning slightly as he eyed the package. âJinah, donât open it! What if this is someone elseâsââ
âHmm? Jinwoo! Look at this!â Jinah held up the small card youâd tucked inside, her grin widening as she noticed the handwriting: For strength and courage. Keep going.
Jinwoo blinked, his eyes lingering on the card, and you felt your heart tighten. Youâd also left something else this timeâa pair of twin daggers, crafted with care, designed to suit his grip and his unique fighting style. Youâd poured a bit of your magic into the blades, imbuing them with a subtle strength you hoped would last him longer in dungeons.
Carefully crafted, the daggers gleamed in the dim light, their handles a smooth black etched with faint traces of silver. It was subtle, but youâd placed a small sigil of protection on each bladeâa silent promise to keep him safe, even from afar.
Jinahâs gaze darted between the food and the daggers, her expression one of confusion and awe. âWho keeps sending this stuff, Jinwoo? Are they some kind of guardian angel?â
Jinwoo shook his head, still staring at the daggers. âI⌠donât know,â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at the card again, as if trying to piece together a puzzle that had no answer.
From where you watched, you pressed your fingers to your lips, hoping theyâd never figure it out. The anonymity felt like a shield, keeping you from the vulnerability of facing him directly. It allowed you to be there for him without the risk of him ever seeing the scars that haunted youâthe scars of the battles you hadnât been able to fight for him.
---
But there were moments when you could not simply leave gifts behind. Moments where the stakes were far too high, and you found yourself breaking the rules you had set for yourself. One of those times was during a particularly dangerous raid where Jinwoo had been injured, caught off-guard by a sudden ambush.
You found him bleeding out in an abandoned corner of the dungeon, unconscious and pale, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Panic surged through you as you cloaked the area with your butterfliesâ illusion magic, hiding you both from the other hunters scrambling to escape.
âHey⌠JinwooâŚâ Your voice trembled as you knelt beside him, your hands hovering uncertainly over his torn shirt, slick with blood. You could barely see through the tears blurring your vision. âStay with me.â
You pressed your hands to his wound, feeling the warmth of his blood soak into your fingers. Healing him was a delicate balance; you had to hold back most of your power, keeping it just within the boundaries that the system would tolerate The warmth of your power seeped into his skin, mending the torn muscle and stitching the wounds closed.
âYouâre going to be okayâŚâ you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.
He grimaced slightly, even in his unconscious state, as though still fighting an invisible battle. His brows were furrowed, and you could see the remnants of pain etched into his expression.
Unable to stop yourself, you began to hum softlyâa lullaby from your original world, a song youâd heard countless times. The sound filled the silence around you, mingling with the gentle flutter of your butterflies as they circled, their wings casting soft shadows over the two of you. You werenât even sure if he could hear it, but you hoped it would bring some comfort. His pained expression gradually softened, his breathing steadying, his body growing still as he drifted into a peaceful sleep.
âYou will be okay,â you whispered, your voice barely audible over the fluttering wings of your butterflies. Leaning forward, you pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to his forehead, ignoring the taste of sweat and blood on your lips. âI promise.â
You stayed there for as long as you dared, your butterflies encircling you both in a protective sphere. But eventually, the system's warnings began to flash, and you were forced to retreat. The moment you pulled back, you could feel the invisible barrier forcing you away, like a cruel reminder of your place. You were not meant to interfere directly, not in the way you so desperately wished.
As you vanished into the shadows, Jinwoo stirred, his eyelids fluttering open sleepily. A faint scent of flowers lingering in the air.
The soft glow of a single butterfly disappearing into the darkness.
---
You knew it was only a matter of time before Jinwooâs sharp instincts would catch on. He had always been sharp, even before his strength grew. He had a way of noticing things, piecing together the small details others missed. Sometimes you wondered if he already suspected there was someone watching over himâa nameless guardian who left behind no trace.
For his sake, you hoped he wouldnât. There was too much you couldnât tell him, too many secrets that weighed heavy on your heart. You couldnât let him find you. Not yet. Perhaps not ever. The scars left behind from your previous failures were still too fresh, too deep. You couldn't face himânot with the knowledge of everything you failed to prevent.
A red butterfly fluttered back to your shoulder, nestling close as if sensing your inner turmoil. You reached up, brushing a gentle finger over its wings, a silent promise.
For now, it was enough to watch him from afar, to slip into his life like a fleeting shadow, offering what little comfort and aid you could. For Sung Jinwoo, the lonely hero you once admired on the pages of a story, being beside himâeven unseen, even in secretâwas more than enough.
Because loving him like this, in silence and secrecy, was the only way you knew how.
-----
The dungeon gate loomed ominously in front of you, shrouded in an aura of terror. Every hunter that passed by gave it a wary glance, a sense of unease clinging to their skin. But for you, standing alone on the empty, desolate street outside the gate, it was more than just unease.
You knew what was happening on the other side of that barrier.
You knew exactly why Sung Jinwoo had gone in there, why he was fighting against forces he had no chance against, and, worse, you knew how the story was supposed to go.
Even if you wanted to save him, you couldnât.
As you paced in the shadows, a biting frustration gnawed at you, tugging on your every nerve. The system had raised another invisible barrier around the gate, one specifically designed to keep you out. This was a repeat, you knew, yet you had tried pushing against it just like the first time, pounding your fists in desperation, hoping that it would somehow let you through if only you pleaded enough.
But like every single time, the system never relented. The message that flashed in front of your eyes had been clear, cold, and unyielding:
[Warning: You cannot interfere with the designated playerâs progression.]
So all you could do was wait. Hours passed, the world seeming to stretch unbearably as you lingered on the edge, senses on high alert. Finally, when the gate shimmered and disappeared, you bolted forward, cloaking yourself with an illusory skill the moment you felt the barrier lift.
Without hesitation, you sprinted into the dungeon.
The first sight of the bloodstained stone walls, the broken weapons and armor littered across the ground, nearly brought bile to your throat. And at the center of it all, lying on the cold stone altar, was Jinwoo, blood pooling beneath him. His once gentle features were twisted with pain, his usually alert eyes closed, his breathing almost nonexistent.
Your heart pounded in your chest, raw terror surging through you as you stumbled forward, nearly dropping to your knees beside him. Your hands trembled as you summoned your healing power, a soft glow flickering to life in your palms as you placed them gently over his wounds.
âJinwooâŚâ The name slipped from your lips, an agonized whisper.
It took every ounce of willpower not to let your emotions take control. You wanted nothing more than to pour every bit of your strength into him, to erase the pain and blood, to make him whole again. But something held you backâa quiet, persistent instinct that reminded you of your own limitations here. This was a pivotal moment in his story, the beginning of everything that was to come. If you pushed too far, you knew youâd be punished for it in ways you couldnât predict.
Instead, you focused on his face, gently wiping away the blood from his brow as you healed the worst of his injuries. The faintest hint of warmth returned to his skin, his breathing evening out, and you felt a trickle of relief flow through you.
âYouâll be okay⌠Just a bit longer,â you murmured, hoping your words would somehow reach him, even in the unconsciousness of his slumber.
---
Hours later, you watched silently from afar as Jinwoo was admitted to the hospital. Nurses and doctors bustled around him, wheeling him through corridors and hooking him up to machines to monitor his vitals. You should have felt some sense of peace, of reassurance, knowing he was in good hands, but instead, a strange emptiness gnawed at you.
As soon as the doctors left his side, you sent one of your butterflies to hover just above him, invisible to any onlookers. Through its eyes, you watched him sleep, his face pale yet calm. If only he could see the world through your eyes, how much you wanted to protect him from every shadow and danger.
For days, you visited Jinwoo in the hospital, bringing supplies when the nurses werenât looking, leaving small offeringsâpotions, enchanted items, all hidden from sight. You spent countless hours just sitting nearby, willing his pain away.
But after those days of endless vigil, your system did something you hadnât expected: it simply⌠vanished. No messages, no reminders, no missions or updates. It was as if it had been swept away, a silent farewell. But somehow, you couldnât believe that was all there was to it. The system you knewâthe one that felt almostâŚaliveâwould have left something, some kind of parting message. But there was nothing.
Yet even as the ache in your heart grew sharper, you took comfort in the fact that your powers, and the tiny butterfly summons, your children, remained at your side. The systemâs absence didnât change the duty you felt in your heart.
---
Of course, the only thing the system left behind was the now near-permanent barrier.
You felt your own helplessness all over again when Jinwoo entered the penalty zone, struggling to survive against waves of merciless monsters. All you could do was watch, silently cheering him on as he fought his way through it, determination blazing in his eyes. You knew this was the beginning, the spark that would ignite his growth. But still, it was agonizing to stand by, unable to intervene, unable to help.
Days later, when he took on his first solo hunt in an instant dungeon, you lingered nearby. Observing every movement, every struggle, every victory. You smiled with pride as each time he struck down a monster.
And then there came the time he met Yoo Jinho. The memory of that dungeon still sent a chill down your spine. Jinwoo and Jinho, left for dead by Hwang Dongsok and his squad, and then watching the two of them nearly get slaughtered had you gripping the edges of your seat. You could feel admiration as much as your heart shatter as Jinwoo stood over the bodies, his gaze cold and unyielding. The spark of his innocence was dimming, replaced by a hardened resolve.
âJinwooâŚâ You whispered his name as you watched him, clutching your chest as a wave of sadness washed over you. He was changing, evolving, becoming stronger, but at what cost? Each time Jinwoo took a life or fought in the dungeons, you felt your heart ache for him. He was growing stronger, yes, but he was also losing pieces of himself along the way.
You mourned for the innocence he left behind. Yet, you knew this was necessary. You reminded yourself of this, over and over.
---
Every time he stepped into danger, every time he took a blow, you felt the echo of his pain in your own chest. You watched him fight Kerberos, your hands clenched into fists as he took hit after hit, barely surviving. And yet, through it all, he pushed forward, as relentless as ever, Each injury he sustained sent you pacing around the Gardens, your butterflies fluttering around you, trying in vain to calm your worry.
Even when Jinwoo joined Jinho to clear various C-rank gates, you remained his unseen guardian, watching from afar with a bittersweet smile. He was getting stronger. He was closer to becoming the hero you admiredâno, lovedâfrom the pages of your old world.
---
And then, the job change quest arrived.
You watched with anticipation as he ventured into the ancient halls, his eyes sharp, his movements cautious. The moment he met Igris, you had been waiting for this moment for what felt like lifetimes. You watched him take on Igris with every ounce of power he possessed, watching with bated breath as Jinwoo faced the trials set before him.
And finally, the words you had been waiting for echoed through the temple, sending shivers down your spine.
âArise.â
The power resonated in his voice, a command filled with strength and authority. You nearly squealed, couldnât hold back the grin that spread across your face as you watched the first shadow rise at his command.
Watching him gain his Shadow Extraction skill felt like watching a dream come to life. This was the moment you had waited for, the turning point that would set Jinwoo on the path to becoming the Shadow Monarch. He had come so far, and you had seen every step of his journey unfold before your eyes.
As you gazed at him from afar, smile still tugging at your lips. This, you thought, is enough.
Being able to watch him grow, to see him become the hero you admired, was enough. Just knowing that he was okayâthat he was stronger than everâwas all you needed.
they start to realize they might be a little too old for you ft. crocodile, mihawk, smoker, shanks, doflamingo, corazon
info: will do this for other fandoms too i think, angsty on some; not proofread
crocodile never felt insecure, at least when it came to your relationship. after he left impel down and came to look for you, things got a little... weird. he was avoiding you. you knew it wasn't because he didn't want to bring you into his business (he did it more than once), it was something you didn't really understand. before you could even confront him about it, he said out of nowhere one day: "did you... get with anyone while i was away?" he looked at you with a hard stare. "someone... younger?" you almost laughed at his question, but you held yourself back. your arms circled his waist and you rested your chin on his chest. 'i don't know anyone younger that is as attractive as you, sir.' he grinned, holding the back of your head with his hand. "good."
mihawk noticed how you and zoro interacted during his time at the island. he wasn't suspicious that something was happening, he knew you would never cheat on him or break his trust; but... a thought started to spread in his mind like poison. once zoro and perona left, and you two finally managed to carry on with your married life alone, he asked you one day while you drank tea together. "how do you feel about me being... older?" you looked at him with raised eyebrows and 'the only thing that matters to me is you. i fell in love with your personality and the way you treat me, not your age.' he hummed, a deep sound that you know reverberated on his chest. even if it was faint, you could see a soft pink dusting his cheeks.
smoker didn't think about your age gap until he overheard some of the new recruits talking about you two. captain smoker having a younger partner is a little weird isn't it, was what they said. when he was back home and you were resting against his chest, softly playing with the hair on the area, he told you about it. you looked up, your eyes shining, 'old pan makes good food'. the laughter that left his lips was one that he always reserved for you, his most sincere and genuine laugh; he pressed his lips on the top of your head, murmuring praises and love confessions against your hair.
shanks really didn't care about it, not as much as other members of his crew did â with how well they knew their captain, the man would be destroyed if you decided to leave him. 'she might go for a younger guy, when your thing doesn't get up anymore.' they usually voiced their concerns in the form of jokes, so they wouldn't be too harsh on their captain, but it was effective. those comments made him start to realize what you two were â lovers. one day, without telling you, he and the crew left. simply left the island, leaving you behind with only an note written "don't look for me." in a messy manner.
one thing about doflamingo is that he gets whatever he wants whenever he wants. and since the moment he laid eyes on you, you were his. the people that tried to comment on your age gap always "mysteriously" disappeared, even if they were from inside his organization. no one could talk about him and his partner like that. if he ever brought up the topic, it was only to test if you were seeing anyone or wanted someone younger (he knows you don't. he knows everything); your praises towards him and your love always left him pleased â he would give you the same in return.
corazon is frequently insecure about your relationship. he wonders if you really love him, if he's good enough for you, if he's being a good boyfriend, if he missed any important date that he should've remembered â your age gap (made worse by your height gap too) is only another one of those concerns. no matter what you say, he often asks you if you wouldn't want to be with someone younger and with a better family than him. one day, after he asked that for the millionth time, you answered: "we can have a family of our own, rosi. you deserve happiness. you said once i made you happy, so i will stay. the only way you're going to get rid of me is if one of us is gone." he chuckled and smiled widely, as he often did around you and law, hugging you tightly against his body. 'i adore you. with all my heart and soul, i love you.'
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