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He never expected to return to this hell hole. It’s pristine streets were still polished with the shoes of over privileged snobs, houses still standing too high for modesty. The revolutionary chief traveled all the way back to Dawn Island for one thing, and one thing only. To find someone. His black boots halted in front of a familiar house, too familiar for his liking. It was like he could see his father behind a pile of paperwork, and his mother in the parlour laughing with some of her ‘friends’ that would all go home and bad-mouth about her--but it didn't matter, because she would do that to them too.

But this wasn’t where he wanted to go. Sabo walked further, ignoring some stares from the street folk that passed by. He strolled through the town centre, into high town and then stood right in front of the royal palace's stockade. It was about time he got her.

Sabo swiftly jumped up the walls, agility like the wind and flawless balance. He wasn’t the revolutionary army’s no.2 for nothing, but his name meant a crumb, because here everybody thought he was dead. The blonde's parents saw his ‘demise’ when World Noble Jalmack’s cannon shot right through his small ship twelve years ago.

“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas,” Her voice was soft, but melodic, “With ne’er a fear of drowning” He hid on her balcony, peering through the glass doors. ______ sat at her vanity, combing her hair while ignoring the world around her. She hasn’t changed at all.
“And gladly ride the waves of life...if you would marry me” Her voice wavered in the end as she placed the comb down. That was the song she made when they spent forbidden hours together. Sabo could still hear her young voice chime the lyrics, but now she was much more older.

“No scorching sun, nor freezing cold” Sabo silently sung as he opened her door, slowly entering the room, “Will stop me on my journey,”

“If you would promise me your heart, and love me for eternity” Both sang at the same time, his low tone harmonizing with her higher one. It took a few seconds for her to notice the second voice in the room, but when she did--

“HOLY SH*T--WHO'S THERE!” ______ defensively held her comb like a sword, arms shaking. With a swift turn, she was greeted to a male with a long coat and top hat, eyes hidden behind its rim. “Stay away, criminal scum!” Her arm was ready to throw.

“Miss princess, it’s been awhile hasn’t it?” Sabo looked up, revealing his face. She gasped and lost all feeling in her fingers. A clatter echoed through the room as her comb carelessly fell. He looked different from what she’d imagined all these years, his jaw was chiseled, body built and hair longer than expected--but his eyes. His eyes never changed. ______ could still see the childish side in his soul, but maturity still present.

“You…” She still backed away, grabbing the vanity desk for support, “You’re dead”

“I’ve missed you too, ______--” In seconds the girl was gently caressing his cheek, eyes still trying to realize his existence--

SMACK

A hard sting was felt on Sabo’s face as his eyes widened. She definitely hasn’t changed at all. The revolutionary’s mouth opened, but no words were uttered after he saw tears stream down her cheeks. ______'s head buried into his vest, her arms tightly wrapping around his torso. Hesitantly, Sabo hugged her, slowly patting her head in an attempt to calm her weeping. The (H/C) kept sobbing, not wanting to let go.

“You’re alive...and here” She couldn’t believe this miracle.

“Well, I promised,” Sabo lifted her chin to see red rimmed eyes and a small smile, “I’d come back to you, and we would both run away” A sudden frown broke onto ______’s lips, puzzling the blonde.

“You never wanted to marry royalty” ______ could recall a memory from the past of young Sabo admitting that.

"You never wanted to be royalty in the first place” Sabo countered, gaining a knowing smile from the woman still in his arms. His parents did pressure marriage with royalty, but (Y/N) was a different princess. She was much different from everybody in the Goa Kingdom, just like how he was. “Besides, no one will know who you are when we escape.”

“But Sabo--” Frantic knocking came from the door, stopping the conversation.

“Princess, princess!” A maid chimed, continuously knocking. In a hurry, ______ pushed Sabo behind her bed and sat on the mattress with ease.

“Come in!” The door clicked open with a surge. With hurried steps, the maid grabbed ______’s hands and rushed her towards the wardrobe.

“You must get ready, your fiancé is arriving soon!”

"H-he is?”

“Yes. I hear the whole family will be here, so get your gown ready!"

“Alright maid, just give me some time--I must get clean first” ______’s two hands rushed out the meddlesome servant, locking the doors behind her. As the (H/C) turned around, Sabo was already on his feet, expression bewildered.

“...Fiancé?” He breathed, slightly upset. ______ felt guilty for not telling him sooner, but she looked into his eyes and began explaining.

“I kept trying to refuse, but my parents wanted to have grandchildren while I was still young.”

“Who is it?” Sabo was about to set fire to the house, “When is the wedding?”

“Stelly” The name rolled off her tongue like acid. It shot into the blonde’s ears, making him outwardly cringe. He never once thought about his adoptive brother till this day, and in as much hate as before.

“That bloody git”

“And the wedding...is tonight” Sabo’s heart stopped, his whole body tensing up. “B-but we can run right now!”

“It's too risky for my cover, we have to leave when it’s dark outside”

“In the middle of the wedding?” A smirk spread on Sabo’s lips, making ______ slap her forehead, “You haven’t changed--causing commotion like that” She approached him, slowly wrapping her arms around his body once more, resting her head on his soft beating chest.

“You’re so clingy” Sabo teased, bundling her into his arms.

“Shut up” She breathed in his scent with a smile, “It’s just that, I haven’t been this close to you in twelve years…I really missed you” Before a tear could fall, Sabo wiped it from her eyes, looking deep into the (E/C) hues across from him. He was where she belonged.

Sabo rested his forehead against her own. “You don’t have to miss me anymore”

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The moon was high in the sky as the highest room of the royal tower was lit with candles--location chosen by the bride. Stelly stood with his brunette bowl hair and pure white formal wear. Outlook III was in his seat with his wife beside him, hand in his with a large grin. He must have been ecstatic to marry off his son to royalty, probably thinking of the money and power he could gain. Behind the priest and wedding arch was a large open window with a view of the moonlit ocean and obsidian sky. It was all going perfectly to plan.

“Where's the princess?” The wedding attendees whispered around, soon being shut when the large wooden doors started opening. There stood ______ with her ivory wedding gown. She was beautiful. Beside her was the man who controlled her whole life till this point, her father. With slow steps, chimes were being played by the orchestra and people around were in awe, but ______ focused on the ground. With one glance up at the groom, her stomach dropped. He wasn’t supposed to be the one there.

Everybody was settled and in their positions. Stelly looked confused to why his bride was not looking at his face, but words from the priest echoed through the room, brushing off the suspicions.

“We are gathered together on this beautiful night to share with princess ______ and noble Stelly as they exchange vows of their everlasting love.” The old man began, dragging onwards with complete rubbish. ______ couldn’t stand it, but the plan must go on. She wanted to leave them all gaping. As expected, Stelly accepted his vows, but when it came time for ______ to comply, her hands were clenched into fists.
“Princess ______, will you take noble Stelly to be your husband, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish his friendship and love him today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor him, laugh with him and cry with him? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” All she could see was a head of blonde in her mind. He was her first true love, not this phony bowl head. The crowd watched in anticipation, waiting on the edge of their seats.

“I do not” The princess voiced casually, slapping her bouquet of flowers straight into the brunette's noble face. Petals flew everywhere. With no time to waste, ______ threw her body out of the window, feeling the night’s breeze run against her body. Screams and cries were heard from above her, but there was no regret in her chest. Only freedom.
“WAHOO!” Exhilaration ran through her veins as she knew the oncoming water below her. But before she could ruin her extravagant wedding dress, a pair of arms caught her falling body in mid air. As they landed, the ship under them rocked with impact. Both were heaving breaths, but the huge smile on the bride’s lips was enough to make Sabo break into a laugh.

“Y-your face is priceless”

“But that was so awesome,” She waved her arms into the air as the boat started leaving dock, “Let's do that again sometime!” A sweat drop fell from the blonde’s head. But it didn’t end there. ______ grabbed Sabo’s gloved hands and started prancing in a circle, smile wide and giddy.
“My dearest one, my darling dear
Your mighty words astound me,
But I've no need of mighty deeds
When I feel your arms around me” The blonde’s voice captured the next verses, tone light as they continuously spun.

“But I would bring you rings of gold,
I'd even sing you poetry.
And I would keep you from all harm
If you would stay beside me” Sabo started feeling her thrilled aura. ______'s laughter was contagious as they were spinning on the moving ship.

“I have no use for rings of gold,
I care not for your poetry.
I only want your hand to hold,
I only want you near me.” ______ sang, her white gown fanning and flapping each twirl. Both started jiving as they started singing in harmony. It was no use in hiding their mirth, because both have waited for this moment their whole lives.

“To love, and kiss, to sweetly hold
For the dancing and the dreaming.
Through all life's sorrows
And delights,
I'll keep your love beside me.
I'll swim and sail a savage seas
With ne’er a fear of drowning.
I'd gladly ride the waves of life,
If you will marry me!” Both of their bodies toppled onto the ship’s swaying deck, lungs heaving laughter and heavy breaths.

The shining stars filled her eyes. She’s never felt this free before, away from the duties and strains of being royalty.

“Are you happy?” Sabo questioned, head turned to face her own, "I mean, being with me.."

"Nothing could make me happier than being with you" ______ whispered. Sabo let out a small huff with a grin, moving his hand to stroke the (H/C)'s cheek. She gladly leaned her face into his warm palm, closing the distance between them. They sealed their everlasting love with a sweet kiss.

Description
He never expected to return to this hell hole. It’s pristine streets were still polished with the shoes of over privileged snobs, houses still standing too high for modesty. The revolutionary chief traveled all the way back to Dawn Island for one thing, and one thing only. To find someone. His black boots halted in front of a familiar house, too familiar for his liking. It was like he could see his father behind a pile of paperwork, and his mother in the parlour laughing with some of her ‘friends’ that would all go home and bad-mouth about her--but it didn't matter, because she would do that to them too.

But this wasn’t where he wanted to go. Sabo walked further, ignoring some stares from the street folk that passed by. He strolled through the town centre, into high town and then stood right in front of the royal palace's stockade. It was about time he got her.

Sabo swiftly jumped up the walls, agility like the wind and flawless balance. He wasn’t the revolutionary army’s no.2 for nothing, but his name meant a crumb, because here everybody thought he was dead. The blonde's parents saw his ‘demise’ when World Noble Jalmack’s cannon shot right through his small ship twelve years ago.

“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas,” Her voice was soft, but melodic, “With ne’er a fear of drowning” He hid on her balcony, peering through the glass doors. ______ sat at her vanity, combing her hair while ignoring the world around her. She hasn’t changed at all.
“And gladly ride the waves of life...if you would marry me” Her voice wavered in the end as she placed the comb down. That was the song she made when they spent forbidden hours together. Sabo could still hear her young voice chime the lyrics, but now she was much more older.

“No scorching sun, nor freezing cold” Sabo silently sung as he opened her door, slowly entering the room, “Will stop me on my journey,”

“If you would promise me your heart, and love me for eternity” Both sang at the same time, his low tone harmonizing with her higher one. It took a few seconds for her to notice the second voice in the room, but when she did--

“HOLY SH*T--WHO'S THERE!” ______ defensively held her comb like a sword, arms shaking. With a swift turn, she was greeted to a male with a long coat and top hat, eyes hidden behind its rim. “Stay away, criminal scum!” Her arm was ready to throw.

“Miss princess, it’s been awhile hasn’t it?” Sabo looked up, revealing his face. She gasped and lost all feeling in her fingers. A clatter echoed through the room as her comb carelessly fell. He looked different from what she’d imagined all these years, his jaw was chiseled, body built and hair longer than expected--but his eyes. His eyes never changed. ______ could still see the childish side in his soul, but maturity still present.

“You…” She still backed away, grabbing the vanity desk for support, “You’re dead”

“I’ve missed you too, ______--” In seconds the girl was gently caressing his cheek, eyes still trying to realize his existence--

SMACK

A hard sting was felt on Sabo’s face as his eyes widened. She definitely hasn’t changed at all. The revolutionary’s mouth opened, but no words were uttered after he saw tears stream down her cheeks. ______'s head buried into his vest, her arms tightly wrapping around his torso. Hesitantly, Sabo hugged her, slowly patting her head in an attempt to calm her weeping. The (H/C) kept sobbing, not wanting to let go.

“You’re alive...and here” She couldn’t believe this miracle.

“Well, I promised,” Sabo lifted her chin to see red rimmed eyes and a small smile, “I’d come back to you, and we would both run away” A sudden frown broke onto ______’s lips, puzzling the blonde.

“You never wanted to marry royalty” ______ could recall a memory from the past of young Sabo admitting that.

"You never wanted to be royalty in the first place” Sabo countered, gaining a knowing smile from the woman still in his arms. His parents did pressure marriage with royalty, but (Y/N) was a different princess. She was much different from everybody in the Goa Kingdom, just like how he was. “Besides, no one will know who you are when we escape.”

“But Sabo--” Frantic knocking came from the door, stopping the conversation.

“Princess, princess!” A maid chimed, continuously knocking. In a hurry, ______ pushed Sabo behind her bed and sat on the mattress with ease.

“Come in!” The door clicked open with a surge. With hurried steps, the maid grabbed ______’s hands and rushed her towards the wardrobe.

“You must get ready, your fiancé is arriving soon!”

"H-he is?”

“Yes. I hear the whole family will be here, so get your gown ready!"

“Alright maid, just give me some time--I must get clean first” ______’s two hands rushed out the meddlesome servant, locking the doors behind her. As the (H/C) turned around, Sabo was already on his feet, expression bewildered.

“...Fiancé?” He breathed, slightly upset. ______ felt guilty for not telling him sooner, but she looked into his eyes and began explaining.

“I kept trying to refuse, but my parents wanted to have grandchildren while I was still young.”

“Who is it?” Sabo was about to set fire to the house, “When is the wedding?”

“Stelly” The name rolled off her tongue like acid. It shot into the blonde’s ears, making him outwardly cringe. He never once thought about his adoptive brother till this day, and in as much hate as before.

“That bloody git”

“And the wedding...is tonight” Sabo’s heart stopped, his whole body tensing up. “B-but we can run right now!”

“It's too risky for my cover, we have to leave when it’s dark outside”

“In the middle of the wedding?” A smirk spread on Sabo’s lips, making ______ slap her forehead, “You haven’t changed--causing commotion like that” She approached him, slowly wrapping her arms around his body once more, resting her head on his soft beating chest.

“You’re so clingy” Sabo teased, bundling her into his arms.

“Shut up” She breathed in his scent with a smile, “It’s just that, I haven’t been this close to you in twelve years…I really missed you” Before a tear could fall, Sabo wiped it from her eyes, looking deep into the (E/C) hues across from him. He was where she belonged.

Sabo rested his forehead against her own. “You don’t have to miss me anymore”

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The moon was high in the sky as the highest room of the royal tower was lit with candles--location chosen by the bride. Stelly stood with his brunette bowl hair and pure white formal wear. Outlook III was in his seat with his wife beside him, hand in his with a large grin. He must have been ecstatic to marry off his son to royalty, probably thinking of the money and power he could gain. Behind the priest and wedding arch was a large open window with a view of the moonlit ocean and obsidian sky. It was all going perfectly to plan.

“Where's the princess?” The wedding attendees whispered around, soon being shut when the large wooden doors started opening. There stood ______ with her ivory wedding gown. She was beautiful. Beside her was the man who controlled her whole life till this point, her father. With slow steps, chimes were being played by the orchestra and people around were in awe, but ______ focused on the ground. With one glance up at the groom, her stomach dropped. He wasn’t supposed to be the one there.

Everybody was settled and in their positions. Stelly looked confused to why his bride was not looking at his face, but words from the priest echoed through the room, brushing off the suspicions.

“We are gathered together on this beautiful night to share with princess ______ and noble Stelly as they exchange vows of their everlasting love.” The old man began, dragging onwards with complete rubbish. ______ couldn’t stand it, but the plan must go on. She wanted to leave them all gaping. As expected, Stelly accepted his vows, but when it came time for ______ to comply, her hands were clenched into fists.
“Princess ______, will you take noble Stelly to be your husband, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish his friendship and love him today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor him, laugh with him and cry with him? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” All she could see was a head of blonde in her mind. He was her first true love, not this phony bowl head. The crowd watched in anticipation, waiting on the edge of their seats.

“I do not” The princess voiced casually, slapping her bouquet of flowers straight into the brunette's noble face. Petals flew everywhere. With no time to waste, ______ threw her body out of the window, feeling the night’s breeze run against her body. Screams and cries were heard from above her, but there was no regret in her chest. Only freedom.
“WAHOO!” Exhilaration ran through her veins as she knew the oncoming water below her. But before she could ruin her extravagant wedding dress, a pair of arms caught her falling body in mid air. As they landed, the ship under them rocked with impact. Both were heaving breaths, but the huge smile on the bride’s lips was enough to make Sabo break into a laugh.

“Y-your face is priceless”

“But that was so awesome,” She waved her arms into the air as the boat started leaving dock, “Let's do that again sometime!” A sweat drop fell from the blonde’s head. But it didn’t end there. ______ grabbed Sabo’s gloved hands and started prancing in a circle, smile wide and giddy.
“My dearest one, my darling dear
Your mighty words astound me,
But I've no need of mighty deeds
When I feel your arms around me” The blonde’s voice captured the next verses, tone light as they continuously spun.

“But I would bring you rings of gold,
I'd even sing you poetry.
And I would keep you from all harm
If you would stay beside me” Sabo started feeling her thrilled aura. ______'s laughter was contagious as they were spinning on the moving ship.

“I have no use for rings of gold,
I care not for your poetry.
I only want your hand to hold,
I only want you near me.” ______ sang, her white gown fanning and flapping each twirl. Both started jiving as they started singing in harmony. It was no use in hiding their mirth, because both have waited for this moment their whole lives.

“To love, and kiss, to sweetly hold
For the dancing and the dreaming.
Through all life's sorrows
And delights,
I'll keep your love beside me.
I'll swim and sail a savage seas
With ne’er a fear of drowning.
I'd gladly ride the waves of life,
If you will marry me!” Both of their bodies toppled onto the ship’s swaying deck, lungs heaving laughter and heavy breaths.

The shining stars filled her eyes. She’s never felt this free before, away from the duties and strains of being royalty.

“Are you happy?” Sabo questioned, head turned to face her own, "I mean, being with me.."

"Nothing could make me happier than being with you" ______ whispered. Sabo let out a small huff with a grin, moving his hand to stroke the (H/C)'s cheek. She gladly leaned her face into his warm palm, closing the distance between them. They sealed their everlasting love with a sweet kiss.