Mando’s Sexiest Moments Of Season 1

BC writers please I beg you to keep writing for Julius, I've seen very few of these last dates so I'm trying to revive the writers😭

Imagine Shanks find out he actually has curly hair

You: *kicks open the door of the mess hall* who wants to help me prank the captain

Benn: *rolls his eyes and groans*

Yassop: *doesn't even know or care what you have planned* I'm in, what are we doing?

You: We're putting curlers in Shanks's hair, while he sleeps off his hangover up on deck.

Yassop: *has years of practice from maintaining his own hair* lets go.

You: *leads him out of the room*

Lime Juice: you really gonna let them do this? The boss doesn't like people messing with his hair.

Benn: yeah, the curls will be temporary.

Out on deck

Shanks: *passed out on deck wearing a pair of sunglasses*

You: Will you wet his hair while I get out the creams and gels.

Yassop: oh, we're like curling curling his hair. *Starts to use a pump spray bottle to wet his hair*

You: yep

Four hours later

Shanks: *from the other room* what the fuck did you chuckle fucks do to my hair!

Benn: show time

You: *glares at him*

Shanks: *comes into the lounge area and leans over the side table to use the mirror above it and carefully unwinding his hair from the curlers* Why does it feel stiff, it feels like pubes!

You: oh it's just the hair jelly, you can crunch it out.

Shanks: *crushes the ringlet curl in his fist*

You: No, Scrunch it like this *grabs it from the bottom and scrunches the curl against his scalp from the bottom of the strand*

Shanks: *pushes your hand away* I'm taking a shower to wash this shit out, and then I'm going to bed. *Takes an armful of wine bottles from the table and marches out of the room*

The next morning in the mess hall

Shanks: *stomps into the room and scans the room until he sees you*

Yassop: *wolf whistles when he sees his captain* hello sailor

You: *gasps at the voluptuous curls that cascaded off his head* oh my god Captain.

Shanks: *points at his head and growls* Fix. It. but don't flat iron it.

Benn: *strolls over and ruffles his hair into his face* I thought you bathed last night boss, why do you still look like a little sailor boy?

Shanks: *fuming* I did, and I know you lot didn't sneak in and put more curlers in, because I put a table in front of the door and locked the window.

You: it might go back to being straight in a few days until then there's not much I can do without a flat iron.

Shanks: *deflates and sinks into a chair with his head between his knees *

You: *kneels in front of him and puts a hand on his knee* ... I'm sorry buddy, if I knew your hair was actually curly I wouldn't have put curlers in it.

Shanks: if my hair is what now?

You: if your hair was straight it wouldn't have held the curl so well without the hair gel.

Shanks: so my hair is actually supposed to be curly

Yassop: oh boy, boss you didn't know?

Shanks: No, my hair had been like that my whole life.

Benn: so his hair is going to stay curly?

Yassop: if he can take care of it right, yeah, they'll stay.

You: Boss you should get a sailor costume

Shanks: what why

Benn: He'd be cute dressed up as a little sailor boy.

Shanks: I'm not wearing a sailor suit.

Benn: *pinches his cheek* we'll get you a big lollipop if you behave.

Shanks: *smacks his hand away* I can get my own damn lollipop, thank you

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Fluff hcs for Julius novachrono since I don't see enough of him <3

Like how he likes to skip working to walk around to find new magic , be would ditch work just to see you train or work or go on random dates with you.

Just imagine marx running around to find Julius, to do his duties as wizard king . But remembers if there's you he's ways nearby.

When he is actually finished with his work (a godsend for marx) for the time being he would go on little walks with you in private/ secluded areas to send some quality time with you.

If you're not too busy with stuff he would ask you to come spend time with him in the garden / his workspace to show you new things he has found interesting.

He just couldn't last a day without seeing you at least once or catching a glimpse of you ( he just can't take it Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò)

He loves you Soo much and would go out of his way just to see you

If by something preventing him for seeing you for a day or more, the moment he is finished up with whatever he's doing he makes a straight B-Line for you taking you away to whatever place (he doesn't care if your busy , man needs his time with you).

If you have a book hobby you guys would go on book hunts or dates

He would disguise himself and walk though the city or underground black market to find books to add to his collection or rare books he doesn't find , and try to find books you like

If you also have a sweet tooth hell send you stuff

He would randomly pop up or send someone ,but mostly goes himself to wherever your working/ training to have different kinda of sweets for you to taste especially if you had a long day and he comes just in time(lol)

I kinda hope you do enjoy me rabbling about Julius since he's one of my favorite characters in black clover ( also if I spell bad I just have horrible sense of grammar) <3

King and Queen of the Woodland Realm

Out of Context Tom Pt.4 

It’s hard to focus when Zoro trains.

But you join him in the crow’s nest anyway, seeking solace in the comfort of his quiet company. You don’t often share words, but you do share space—share the same, balmy air to breathe, sea salt coating your tongues.

And that’s enough, you think. I could live a content life like this.

Your eyes drift, though.

From your book, your notepad, your camera—any distraction that you may have in front of you. Because, well, how could you not look?

He’s half nude, body carved from stone, a figure that would make even the gods jealous. From the expanse of his back to the heft of his pecs to the cut of his abs, he’s the picture of physical perfection, sweat trickling down his firm, tawny flesh in rivulets.

It’s hard to focus on one thing when Zoro trains.

But, more often than not, your gaze seem to hone in on his hands.

(Once, you pressed your palm to his, heel to heel, after sharing too much sake. Your skin was warm from both the alcohol and the proximity. His cheeks were flushed, too—a shade of pink that reminded you of the blooming sakura in Wano. His hand dwarfed yours, and made your fingers look puny like a child’s.)

Whether he’s holding dumbbells or—as he is now—his katana, you marvel at both the strength and dexterity of his calloused palms, the way they curl around the hilt with assuredness, never wavering, white-knuckled. Each of his digits must maintain their poise, suspending the blade in its grip, absolute control the difference between life and death.

His past missteps are obvious: gnarled scars cut across the expanse of his body, his hands no exception. As battle-worn as the rest of his flesh, his hands tell a story: of purpose; of betrayal; of bloodshed; of hope. They are implements of war; they have wrought injury and death, wrath and ruin.

But they are also shockingly gentle.

A door held open to let you pass through. A palm on your shoulder to let you know he’s there. An overfull cup of sake passed without a spill…

You lose yourself in thoughts of Zoro, Zoro, Zoro. So much so that you fail to notice the swordsman’s not-so-subtle glances in your direction. He stifles a chuckle at the dreamy expression on your face, and returns to his training.

He may not be able to decipher the longing behind your watch, but your attention is always welcome, as far as he’s concerned.

*Dyn near death covered in blood and sweat*

ok but that’s hot tho