One Piece X Reader: WEDDINGS

Reader X Reiju: Venom

The situation could have been worse, that was what you always said whenever you found yourself contemplating over what was faster, the nearest steak knife to your neck, or the royal family's cursed inhuman reflexes.

You already decided in your head it was probably the reflexes though, and you were probably right.

Tomorrow was your wedding day, but instead of beautiful wedding bells and cake and having all your closest friends to celebrate your newfound commitment to the love of your life, you were being sold into marriage by your father.

The thing was, you were well aware that the kingdom was lacking in funds to keep the country's economy running, but you weren't aware your dad found it so bad that he sold you to literally the closest things to demons.

You couldn't believe it when you realized he sold you to the royal family of Germa, in fact, you really wished you never did, because now you were sure you were going to end up killing yourself before tomorrow, just to end this feeling of soul crushing hopelessness.

It was a sticky situation in the least, it confounded you on even why Germa agreed in the first place, according to some talk spread around by the maids in the castle, the kingdom had a large supply of certain minerals important for their science.

But that was crazy right? Your freedom wasn't actually being sold away over money and rocks, freaking rocks of all things, right? Right?

If so, then that steak knife laying right on the table was starting to look mighty friendly, now if you could only bring up the nerve to test that whole 'who's faster?' Theory.

Then there was the whole matter of your sexuality- and you were gay, what a wonderful thing to forget to have mentioned to your father before this mess began.

The Germa royal family had three princes and a princess, meaning you had three in four chances of being married to one of those brutes, then there was the whole fact how straight couples were seen as the 'norm' and they will probably automatically pair you up with one of their boys anyway, and on top of that there was always that thing where newlywed royalty was expected to have a son like, right after the marriage, 'to hold up the legacy' or some garbage.

You felt nauseous from just the thought of one of those men coming at you like that, especially with the way they looked at you upon arriving here.

Visibly wincing at the memory, you hastily set your fork down and held your head to try and cradle your heavy thoughts, although this seemed to have brought the attention of the first born son- what was his name? Monji? Wasn't it Ichiji?

"Princess (Y/N), you seem to be feeling ill, is this food not up to your tastes?" Suddenly, images of what happened earlier this afternoon to one poor chef who 'under cooked' the served lunch came at you like war flashbacks, and then you suddenly felt like shoving everything down your throat just to keep another poor girl from the same fate.

Removing your hand from your face, you forcefully shook off your unease, "oh no, it's just that I may be a little tired from my long trip here last night" seemingly believing you, the first son went back to his meal, silently studying you from underneath his shades.

Taking another bite out of the juicy steak, another voice turned to you, "if you're tired then princess (Y/N), I can have the servants skip the tour and escort you to your room after dinner" you cursed inside when your fork almost missed the carrots, then you were breaking into a cold sweat when you met blue eyes hidden under curled pink lashes.

You repressed the urge to continue staring, but you failed to stop yourself from taking rushed glances, and although you knew every person in this family were war machines with no empathy at all in the literal sense, you couldn't help but find the princess appealing to the eye.