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Congrats on 300! Can I ask for Crocodile and 17 from the romantic sfw please owo
Crocodile my beloved <3 hope you enjoy!
Crocodile x GN reader
SFW
tw: mention of injury, light blood ment.
Prompt: “You don’t have to do things alone anymore, you know”
wc: 0.5k not proofread
- At some point in his journeys, Crocodile had taken into your company like a manipulative, power hungry, mass murdering man taking a feral kitten off of the side of the road.
- He has admired your strength, your independence, your sense of loyalty combined with a healthy distrust of strangers, and willingness to help him along his quest for power and other antics.
- Somewhere along the way, though, you started to cross the ex-warlord’s mind when he didn’t need you for something. He thought of you out on missions, wondering if you were faring well instead of wondering if he will get the money he needed when you were finished. He would call you into his office to organize paperwork, to do a secretary’s work, just because of the peace of mind your presence brought him.
- Crocodile isn’t stupid, he knows what he’s feeling the second he notices how he’s started paying attention to you in a new way, but this is not a man who would act on anything he does not believe to be reciprocated. This man is too prideful to be rejected.
- Or, so he thought. When you burst into his office that fateful day, blood running from varying wounds, he would look at you with his eyebrows slightly raised. (for crocodile, that eyebrow raise was basically him crying out of worry for your state).
- Crocodile isn't one to panic, at least not outwardly. Not even when he sees you like that, so when you heard him calmly ask, "And what happened to you?" You couldn't help but be off guard.
"I -cough- uh, got a little too in over my head, sir." You couldn't rbing yourself to look at Crocodile as he studied your figure. "There's some pirates on their way to the casino now-"
-It wouldn't be until you stumbled over, your head going woozy from blood loss that you realized the man might care for you in some way. Warm sand wrapped around you, steading you before you could fall, and soon turns into a strong arm as he carefully moves you to the lounge chair in his office.
“You don’t have to do things alone anymore, you know.” At the sound of his voice, your head tilts up slightly so you can look at Crocodile, the action making you woozier. "Next time, come in before you are about ready to die in my office."
Using his devil fruit, Crocodile extends his arm to make a call from his desk, informing the other members of Baroque Works about the development. The man sits close, almost too close from you, the warmth from his arm around you seeming to burn your already hot skin.
His voice starts to fade as you wane out of consciousness, his demanding tone calling for medics while his hooked arm remained tightly around you bringing the slight comfort that you were with the Crocodile, and that he wasn't going to let anything happen to you.
With your head landing softly on his broad chest, you have half the thought to think that you could hear his heart, pounding loudly in his chest the moment your head rested against him.
"If someone eats a zoan devil fruit, and then they eat a person while they're fully in animal form, is it still cannibalism, just normal animal stuff, or do you think it'd be some weird 3rd thing?"
Killer, knowing his partner has eaten a zoan fruit: What are you planning.
so happy for you and excited over it, it's really great to see you slowly dipping back into writing. i hope you'll have so much fun writing these and take all the time you need!
could i ask to draw a black card for either Roger or Rayleigh, please? i don't mind angst, if it lands on it i trust that you'll wreck me in the best way possible adgfshjk
thank you so much and congrats again! sending kisses (´⌣`ʃƪ)
A/N: Lale my love hitting me with the R or R like I wouldn’t happily give you the R&R so HERES YOUR BOYS no angst but it is sickeningly fluffy and the scenario got away from me bc i was so excited to write for u again
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: a lot of affectionate touches/gestures
CHARACTERS: roger x rayleigh x reader (poly)
PROMPT: queen of spades, making a pillow fort
WORD COUNT: 1.8k
“Are you sure that’s all the pillows we have in the house?” There was a frown painted on the mustachioed lips of the man in front of you, his strong arms crossed on his barreled chest. The two of you, in a combined effort, had made an utter mess of your living room.
Every pillow, blanket, stuffed animal, and every other mildly soft and squishy thing in your house had been piled in a heap. A heap that, apparently, wasn’t big enough for your lover.
“I’ll call Rayleigh to pick up some more-“
“Roger, you already sent him out because we didn’t have the chocolate chips for our cookies,” You stretched your arms out, having to tip toe to reach his face and bring him closer to you, “We have plenty, darling, you know you alone have enough pillows to house an entire pirate crew.”
A blush tinted his cheeks as he leaned over you, not so secretly relishing in how warm your palms felt on his cheeks. Nodding, his shining smile retuning to his face as he kisses you softly, you see the spirit you loved so much returning to his eyes.
“I’ll get the furniture moved, grab the walls for me?” As Roger strode off to get things rearranged, you find yourself thanking Rayleigh’s parting word of advice before going off to get some necessary chocolate chips. Everything was put into piles: walls, floor, and ceiling materials being roughly planned out. If Roger had his way (one heap in the middle of the room) there would have been little to no hope of finding “the walls” that he had asked you to bring.
As you reached over, grabbing the plush material before turning back to your partner, not so quiet giggles and laughter could be heard rumbling from Roger. The way he carried himself simply radiated with happiness, and you half wondered if you would go blind from looking at him without sunglasses.
“Those are perfect!” A chaste kiss was nearly slapped onto your forehead as the pillows were taken from your hand, the transaction going through with such speed that you barely knew what happened before his hand was encasing your now empty one. “Hold these?” As if he thought you might say no, Roger gave you his knee weakening puppy dog eyes, gently squeezing your hand in his own.
Laughter bubbles out of you as you agree, carefully holding the pillows as he went to fetch the first blanket, only for it to end up draped over not only the couch and pillow-walls, but you as well.
“Oops~” There was not a spec of remorse in Rogers tone as you hear his footsteps behind you, his chest pressing against your back as he lifts the blanket from your head, a grin on his face. “Sorry about that, sweetheart.”
Before you could say anything in retort, the sound of the front door being opened made Roger perk up, “Rayleigh!”
Your heart warmed as he stepped into view, seeing amusement glittering in his eyes at the sight of your blanket-disheveled hair. “I’m surprised you didn’t turn the whole house into a fort by now.” He relented the bag of chocolate chips to Roger’s seeking hands, approaching you instead to brush your hair from your face, “How’s it going?”
“He almost called you because he didn’t think we had enough pillows.”
Your response made the blonde laugh, his hand still resting on your head as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Then thank you for stopping that.” Rayleigh takes a step back, adjusting the blanket and freeing you of your position holding them, “What can I help with?”
Roger had returned from putting the chips in the kitchen, grabbing handfuls of pillows to further work on the fort of his dreams. A hum rumbles from his chest as he puts down another wall, briefly checking the time on the wall clock, “It shouldn’t take too long now that we have everything built…” his voice trails off in thought, a smile gracing your lips at his serious considerations.
“How about Ray and I finish up the cookies and get them in the oven,” You feel Rayleigh’s hand move to hold yours as you speak, and you let your free hand run across the expanse of Rogers back, “And when those are baking we can all finish up the fort?”
A loud laugh and a crisp clap of his hands is Rogers first response to you as he stands to his full height, “Oh how I’ve always loved the way you think, my dear.” He moves to grab two more pillows, raising one of them into the air, “You two get on in the kitchen, then. I can hold down the fort out here.”
He winks at you as a groan sounds from Rayleigh, who started pulling you out of the living room the moment the joke left Roger’s lips.
“That man…” The amused exasperation was clear on Rayleigh’s tone as the two of you stepped into the kitchen.
“You love that man,” You chide with a slight nudge, a smile gracing your face as he hums in agreement.
“I do, just as I love you.” Your hand is pulled up to his lips, feeling slightly tickled by his facial hair as he leaves a kiss on the tips of your fingers, “Now, where do you keep that cookie recipe again?”
Spending yime with Rayleigh always felt calmer than time spent with Roger, but your other partner had his own mischievous ways of messing with you during quality moments.
“Excuse my reach, darling, oh!” As he reached across the counter, his hand accidentally smudged a bit of batter on your cheek, “Oh honey, here,” just as fast as the cookie dough had landed, a kiss was pressed equally fast and you felt the slight brush of his tongue against your skin. When he pulls back, the tip of his tongue darting through his lips one final time, you see the satisfied glint in his eyes. “Sorry about that, it’s so hard to keep a clean kitchen while baking, wouldn’t you say?”
“You certainly make it difficult, yes.” Leaning up to return his affections, your stomach flips happily at how lovely the evening had been going.
Rayleigh let’s out a soft chuckle, a comfortable silence falling between you two as you form and place the cookies on the baking sheet, finally ready to return to the third of your loving trifecta.
The sight that greeted the both of your return wasn’t quite what you had expected. It was as if the living room was transformed entirely, the yellow lamp light making the completed pillow fort all the more enticing. The entrance was covered by two blankets, and at the sound of your footsteps Roger’s head poked out in between them with an ear to ear grin plastered on his face.
“I figured if I finished it by the time you got back, we could give it a little test ride to figure out what’s the comfiest before the cookies are ready.”
All too eager to see the inside of Roger’s craftsmanship, you and Rayleigh waste no time in crouching down, ready to join him in the fort.
“Ah ah!” Roger’s hands cinch the blanket doors tighter around his head, “All good pillow forts have a password, you know.”
Rayleigh turns his head to you as you turn to him, a silent exchange trying to figure out just what Roger could be thinking.
“How about…” You wrack your brain for an answer, “I love you?”
Roger shakes his head with a grin, “No, but I love you too, sweetheart.”
Rayleigh stares intently at the man before him, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s trying to break into his psyche. The silence grows as you try to wait for Rayleigh’s guess, watching him inch closer and closer to the doors of the fort.
At the sound of a restrained laugh from Roger, it’s as if you see a lightbulb turn on above Rayleigh’s head. He doesn’t waste a moment before leaning in and pressing his lips against Roger’s. As the entrance is relented and open, you can’t help but scoff at the triumphant look Rayleigh threw back at you.
“That would’ve been my second guess, Ray.” Roger interrupts your snark with a kiss before all but dragging you in to see his masterpiece.
How Roger had achieved this in the short time it took to get the cookies in the oven, you’ll never know. The inside was lit dimly with fairy lights, the comfiest of everyone’s bed pillows tucked neatly in the corner. The softest blankets covered the floor, and he had even brought the bed table to rest the laptop on for whatever movie would be picked that night.
Somehow, Rayleigh had already made himself comfortable, and as Roger started to situate himself as well, you couldn’t help but smile at the perfectly you sized gap in between them.
As you moved to settle between them, their hands found their way around you in a heartbeat. Roger’s hand guided your head to his chest as Rayleigh’s legs started to weave their way between your own.
The warmth that enveloped you was immediately too comfortable, so much so you found yourself somehow dreading the moment the cookie timer going off because it meant that someone would have to get up to get them. Between the sound of Roger’s steady heartbeat and the warmth of Rayleigh’s palms against your skin, part of you wondered why the three of you hadn’t done this sooner, why your shared bedroom wasn’t just one giant pillow fort.
A soft “this is the best,” leaves Roger on a sigh, his arm extending to wrap around Rayleigh’s shoulders.
“We can’t forget the cookies,” Rayleigh’s usual dependable voice of reason had grown soft and mumbled in comfort, leaving the other two of you to hum an agreeing groan.
Time seemed to flow like molasses, the comfortable contentedness of your position making your thoughts feel syrupy in your mind.
For you and Rayleigh, however, it was a good thing that Roger could get his spunk back at the drop of a hat. The second the oven timer went off, the man barreled out of the fort, all but tossing you to lay on Rayleigh until his return. The groans that followed his departure went unrecognized, not that either of you could complain since the man would be returning with fresh cookies.
Roger’s return was as swift as his departure, his hands bearing a plate of cookies and a clean kitchen towel to help lessen the spread of crumbs, a hurried scooch over being excitedly whispered as his two partners made room for the added supplies.
After a few moments of content chewing and a short but frantic movie discussion, it wasn’t long before your trio once again nestled amongst each other.
As Rayleigh moved to turn the fairy lights on and Roger hurried to press play on the movie, you took another bite of your dessert. Feeling the freshly-fetched chocolate chip cookie melt on your tongue, you couldn’t help the smile that tugged on your lips, knowing that the evening had been sweeter than any cookie could ever be.
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im running out of characters to write for this help
featuring: Ace, Roger
wc: 0.7k
not proofread
- Ace would be snoring softly next to you, a sound that’s normally soothing but tonight not even his quiet snores could help you drift off.
- He would wake up eventually, turning to wrap his arms around you only to see you laying on your back, tired eyes trained at the ceiling.
- “Baby?” He would gently call for you, voice thick with sleep as he scooted close. Ace would check his body temperature, not wanting to get you too warm when he came to cuddle, “What’re you doin up?”
- He would be so soft with you, his words tender as his hands that traced along your skin. He would listen contently and seriously to what you had to say, engaged in whatever it was that was keeping you up.
- Ace would kiss away your worries, sprinkle you in love to douse your anxieties, and would happily talk through your problems and bothers if that’s what you needed. He has his own fair share of dark times, and has undoubtedly struggled with sleeping in his own way, so he would be a good listener and person to talk to.
- He’s be non judgmental and reassuring to you at every twist and turn of your talk, arms around you to keep you pulled to his arm chest.
- Ace would have trouble staying still, but that just meant his hands would react shape up and down your arms, your back, your legs if given the chance. He loves feeling you against him.
- He would soothe you to a warm sleep, letting you listen to his breathing and steady heart beat until you finally were able to drift off against your boyfriends self set up.
- He sleeps like the dead, snores like the loudest seaking known to man, and loves you more than the one piece itself. This combination means that you would need to wake him if you couldn't sleep.
- It would be hard to toss and turn in your sleep, or to do anything except just lay besides him. His arms would have you in a tight, but comfortable, hold keeping you close to his chest.
- But, sometimes not even being snuggled close to the King of Pirates himself can keep the thoughts away, the anxieties and nervousness of the darker parts of your mind.
- When you wake Roger up (it is a time waking him up), he'd have a confused, rumbling groan leaving his chest while his arms wrap you tighter. "Whas' the matter darlin'?" His words would be slurred and lazy with sleep, but the care was present in his voice.
- Hearing your tired voice would wake the pirate king up. Had you slept at all? Roger would be immediately worried, albeit still groggy from being woken up.
- If you wanted to talk about it then Roger would listen with open ears. He can’t promise the best advice, but he can reassure and reaffirm that you’re not alone. No matter what the reason you can’t sleep is, you’re not alone.
- A playful nudge, “How could anything bad happen when you’re sharing the bed with the king?” Followed by his hearty laugh, there isn’t a single grey cloud in his mind that Roger can’t clear away.
- If laying on his chest isn’t what you needed, he would sit up in bed and offer for you to lay on him entirely, wrapping your arms and legs around him like some cuddle-boa constrictor. Or, you were welcome to lay your head in his lap. His hand would comb through your hair, running against your scalp as he told you story after story of his younger days.
- If you did lay on his chest, his heartbeat would be the steady melody that lulls you into a sleep. His hand would rest high on your back, fingers gently tracing shapes on the back of your neck and shoulders, lightly moving up to your hairline.
- He might tell you stories from days of old, or let you feel his chest rumble as he hums a shanty tune.
could i request slightly drunk/tipsy shanks x male reader flirting and what not?
thank you! have a nice day/night :)
Thank you so much darling, that's so sweet xx Here's some Shanks for you :)
Shanks x male reader (I tried but it's hard to fit pronouns in sometimes)
SFW (pda, mention of alcohol)
Prompt: Tipsy Flirting
wc: 0.5k
- Your captain being drunk was no new news, it was something that happened so frequently that you'd be more surprised to catch him sober at this time of night.
- What did catch you off guard though? The sudden, almost incessant attention that your Captain gives you specifically.
"Anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?" Feeling the weight of an arm around your shoulders, your turn to see Shanks grinning at you. With the smell of alcohol on his breath and his cheeks tinged a rosy pink, there was no doubt that the man was drunk.
"No, Captain, they haven't" You try to duck out from under his arm, not particularly in a mood for his antics, but instead he drags you over to the Captains chair.
"Well, pretty boy, let me tell you all about it!"
- Shanks isn't one to be subtle with his flirting. In fact, if he could hand you a slip of paper saying I'm flirting with you so that he could be more direct, he would. In his younger days, he'd want to get it tattooed on his forehead even because he would flirt with everyone
- But nowadays? You couldn't say for sure whether or not the Captain flirts with a lot of people. He's affectionate and honest, sure, but he has also never offered for Benn to sit on his lap so he could tell him how pretty his was.
- And that's right where you found yourself. Sitting on his thigh with his arm still around you, listening .
"You know what I think is pretty about you?" Shanks would have the biggest grin on his face as he prattled off about every little detail about you. Your hair, your eyes, your hands, the pirate made sure to mention all of it.
"And," He said, his grin turning into a more mischievous smirk, "My favorite part about you is those pretty lips." You see his eyes flicker down to them briefly, your heart fluttering at the sight, "I just love how they're perfectly shaped to fit with mine, don't you?"
- If you hadn't been a flustered mess, you would be after that.
- If Shanks saw you were uncomfortable with his line, he'd just laugh it off, saying he was teasing you, and would let you get off his lap if you wanted to (he would not in any way invite you to leave, however).
- If Shanks saw your breath hitch, face blush, or you bite your lip at his line, well um.
"You're not doubting me, love, are you?" The Emperor's voice was low and ragged, "I guess I'll just have to prove it to you."
Smiling again when you let out a gasp, he pulls you to him as his head dips down, his lips tasting like expensive alcohol. He lets out a satisfied hum against your lips when he hears some of his crew wolf whistle at the sight.
"See? They think you're pretty too." Shanks presses his lips to yours again before you could find the words to disagree with him.
Hi Lemon, sweetie! I see your SFW requests are open so hopefully you're interested in writing this, but surely feel free to delete if not! I was wondering if we can please have Law, Zoro and Kid's reaction to their s/o being upset with them (at something not really serious) and calling them dude, man, bro? This is so corny but I love this scenario so much 😭♥️ thank you in advance!! x
oh this sounds so silly and fun ( + i will never turn down a chance to write my beloved redhead) hope you enjoy anon darling!
Law, Zoro, Kid x GN reader
SFW
Prompt: Calling them ‘dude/bro/pal/man’ during an argument added pal because that’s a personal fav
wc: 0.9k
“Yeah, whatever man.”
- Law would scoff at the pettiness in your tone and comment, rolling his eyes. He sees the name a childish, but the name would bother him deep down.
- The doctor would let you leave and sit with it, let it stir around and eat away at him until finally, he couldn’t.
- With a shambles, he’d swap you into his office without moments notice. You’d whisk your head around, shaken by the sudden change in location, before exasperated eyes land on Law. It had been hours since your argument and you couldn’t help but wonder what was on the doctors mind.
- He would star at you as if he expected for you to say something to ease his worries, and wouldn’t immediately tell you why he made you come to his office in the way he did. It wouldn’t be until you ask him what he wanted that Law would realize you didn’t know why you were here.
- “At 12:36pm today,” Law’s stared at you intently, with the dead stare he always donned, “You said ‘yeah, whatever man,” before you stormed out of the office without saying anything else.
He watched you continue to silently stare at him before clearing his throat, his tone getting lower from how seriously he was about to ask the question that had been eating away at him all day.
“When you said man, you said that because I’m your man, correct?”
- Speechless doesn’t even begin to describe the way you stared at him, mouth slightly slack jawed at the worry flickering though his eyes.
“I-“ after taking a moment to asses the situation, you quickly conclude it isn’t worth trying to explain to him the point he was missing. “Yes, Law.” Walking towards him, you can’t help but smile when his eyes widen slightly from the sensation of your hands cupping his cheeks. “You’re my man.”
- He would have a smug look on his face before turning back to his work without another acknowledging glance at you.
“You could at least put me back where I was, Law.”
- “Dude, are you serious?” You stare at Zoro in disbelief.
- Cocking his head towards you, his eyes squinting a bit, Zoro stares back at you in confusion. “Dude?” He scoffs at the nickname. He had heard it all- Stupid marimo, dumb marimo, god damn marimo, Zoro but said like Zoro, there was no nickname he hadn’t heard from you during an argument.
- But it was Zoro this, Marimo that, never just dude.
- The swordsman would maintain his tone and level of volume from the argument, but the conversation would take a complete 180. “Why’re you falling me dude?” “Who the fuck is dude?” “I don’t even call the shitty cook dude!” Zoro would be so taken aback by the lack of nickname that he would just go a bit nuts.
- After the argument, and for the rest of the week honestly, Zoro would call you dude all the time. If you said “I love you Zoro” it would be met with “I love you dude” if he was feeling generous.
- His own pettiness over the simple heat of the moment nickname would spur a string of petty arguments to follow, squabbling over every little thing because one particular swordsman can’t let one particular word go.
- The whole ordeal would end when one petty argument led to another bigger one, and in the heat of his anger Zoro let’s it slip that “your boyfriend didn’t like being called dude” or some other choppy, almost nonsensical confession over why he was upset
- It would make you stop and sigh, taking in the distressed swordsman’s features.
“Let’s just both promise never to call each other dude, okay?”
- As Kid’s fiery attitude got a little bit too much for you to handle, you can’t help but take it upon yourself to leave. “ha!” A dry laugh leaves your lips at his latest drama, “Sure pal. You tell yourself that.”
- A rough hand grabs yours as you turn to go, whirling you around with force. Your eyes widen as you find your back against the wall of your shared bedroom, red eyes scowling at you intently as his metal arm rests on the wall next to your head, effectively trapping you between himself and the wall.
“The fuck you say?” Kid’s face is dangerously close, his eyes almost burning into your face. His painted lips were downturned to a bigger from that usual, his brow bone furrowed down. “I’m not you’re fucking pal, sweetheart.”
His eyes flicker down to your lips briefly before his hand cups your jaw, pushing his lips onto yours with force. You feel him smirk against your lips as your hands reflexively land on his chest, your knees weakening from the intensity of the kiss.
Biting your lip as he pulls away, the smirk never leaves his gaze as he brushes your hair out of your face. His glance lingers on your rosy cheeks, and you almost miss the way his eyes softened ever so slightly just from looking at your flushed cheeks.
Putting one last, somewhat sloppy kiss against your forehead, it was like Kid had forgotten the argument entirely as he turns to leave your shared room.
With one final over his shoulder, that notorious smirk still planted on his face, “Last I checked, I’m your boyfriend, not your fucking pal.“
As a thanks for hitting 666 I did some fun spooky ouija board headcanons! :) been working on these for a while to include lots of people! dearest of thank yous to all the support, I still can’t believe how much this blog has grown, the support fills me with overwhelming gratitude and thanks to everyone who has helped me along the way x
including: Strawhats, WBP, Kid Pirates, Buggy Pirates, Law & Rosinante, Mihawk & Perona, Roger & Rayleigh
Prompt: Using a Ouija Board
wc: 2.1k
STRAWHAT PIRATES ☼
- Partcipants: Luffy, Robin, Usopp, Franky, Zoro (because Nami yelled at him to)
- Luffy and Robin would be the most excited about it but in very different ways.
- While their captain would want to get a ghostly crewmember (sorry Brook), Robin I think would just love the chance talk to someone who is 'dead'
- Luffy would ask it to join their crew, to which everyone would force the planchette to the NO on the board.
- Robin wouldn't necessarily believe in ghosts, but after what she's seen (Brook, Skypiea, Thriller Bark, etc) she doesn't disbelieve in them either. Definitely along for the ride, you can definitely count on her saying "I hope we don't summon the spirit of a malevolent spirit who turns us inside out and takes us down to hell with it" or something to the same degree of morbid, extreme scenario worry.
- Usopp and Nami would not appreciate Robin's relaxed but dark melodrama, but Usopp would still cowardly participate in the festivities. The brave pirate Usopp wouldn't shy away (he might make an appearance as Sogeking to try and hide his own cowardice)
- Nami, on the other hand, would absolutely not be participating, at least not for the first round. She would take every slight movement of the thing as proof there was a ghost, which would lead to Usopp and Luffy to move it just to get a reaction out of her
- Franky would out of his own curiosity, and also doesn't strictly disbelieve in ghosts- he's seen enough strange things in the world (sorry brook) what's one more thing to add to the list? He would have a good mix of serious and silly questions to ask the spirit world
- Sanji wouldn't participate, and instead make spooky themed snacks, pour wine and sake for everyone to enjoy for the occasion. Despite better judgement, he'd get a lot of candles to help with the atmosphere, ready with a bucket of water for when someone inevitably knocks one over and accidentally catches the whole ship on fire
- Chopper, poor baby, would be TERRIFIED at the prospect of them actively trying to bring a ghost to talk with them would send the poor reindeer into a panic. He would be sitting with Nami or tagging along with Sanji. If Zoro had gotten tired of participating, Chopper would def be sitting next to him for protection. He very much believes in ghosts, but will claim he doesn't
- Zoro would only go because Nami yelled at him to, to make sure the ghost had someone to be afraid of when it comes to talk to the crew.
- Brook would also be very afraid of the idea of talking to ghosts. Yes, he is a skeleton yohohoho! but he's alive isn't he? Yes, his soul can leave his body, he's a skeleton, he's seen the horrors of Thriller Bark, he has been taken as Satan incarnate, but choosing purposefully to seek out ghosts is not ever on his agenda. He would be with Chopper, trying to get counsel from with Nami/Sanji/Zoro (whoever Chopper is with), only to be denied by his crew.
- Brook might play some mood music to make everyone as nervous about it as he is and would sing spooky tunes. He might also just pop his soul out and watch the scene play out, thinking that he might be able to see if any ghosts show up that way.
WHITEBEARD PIRATES ♤
- Participants: Ace (it's his idea), Marco (with some convincing), Jozu (to everyone's surprise), a lot of non-commander crewmates
- Ace would bring the idea to everyone's attention, his division being definitely along for the ride. He would get Marco on board, or at least get him to participate, excited over the idea of a ghost talking to a phoenix.
- Marco might make little spooky comments that make everyone on edge, wondering out loud what they'll do if a demon or something gets summoned instead of a ghost. "I wonder if we could exorcise if someone got possesed. Not even my healing could help with that yoi"
- It would be a big scene up on the main deck, with Whitebeard watching with amusement from his chair. Izou would sit besides his captain, mumbling and making comments about how silly the whole thing is. Neither of them believe in ghosts, but Whitebeard would entertain and go along with his sons' antics in a way that Izou would not
- Thatch wouldn't participate, at least not right away. He'd be making sure there was plenty of drink to go around, and making make a cute little dessert as an offering to the ghost. He doesn't believe in ghosts, but doesn't shame or judge anyone he does, so for their sake he makes something nice for any potential visitors. If he sees people having a lot of fun with it, though, he might give it a whirl
- Among the copious ranks of pirates, though, there would be a lot wanting to participate. I could see it kind of being like, each commandment gets a turn, with their beloved Commanders watching over as they have fun trying to summon a ghost, with Pops watching over everyone as his sons have a hoot and hollerin' time.
KID PIRATES 🕱
- Participating: All of them (maybe not Wire)
- Kid would be the one with the idea, he definitely overheard someone once talking about how scary Ouija Boards are, and how you could summon ghosts with it, and would get or make one to prove how much it takes to scare him.
- Everyone would be made to participate, Kid doesn't want to be alone doing it, that just makes it stupid and childish.
- Not that they believe in ghosts, but more to prevent anything just in case something happens, Killer would do research and make sure that everything is set up correctly.
- Wire would help Killer perform any pre/post ouija rituals that need to be done, and Heat would light all the candles.
- Killer would also make sure that there is copious amounts of water for when Kid inevitably knocks a candle over in a huffed rage.
- Kid would immediately insult the ghost, telling that bitch ass mother fucking coward to show itself, only for him to also get spooked the second the planchette even twitched on the board. He expresses his fear through violence, keeping one finger firmly planted on the disk while shaking his other fist in the air to scare it.
"I ain't afraid of no ghost!" cue Killer rolling his eyes
- It would be really easy for the crew to trick their captain into thinking there was a ghost on board, and would definitely have a blast riling up the already uptight and angry man through his own idea.
Buggy Pirates ⍟
- Buggy's crew would be all for the idea until it actually came down to someone 1) getting the board 2) someone setting it up 3) someone being the prime communicator to the ghost and 4) the realization that there might actually be a ghost that comes to talk to them.
- They all deny believing in ghosts, but I'd say there's at least 80-90% of them that do believe. Galdino and Alvida do not, or are maybe only skeptical, but that's all I can be mostly sure of
- Buggy would talk all the talk, walk all the walk, trash talking the ghost all the way to kingdom come about how he'd crush any ghost they manage to summon while carefully lighting all the candles and following the rituals to a T as to not accidentally make anything they summon angry.
- Galdino would make himself a little wax hut to hang out in with Alvida while the rest of the crew played with the board, perhaps playing cards or some other non conspicuous activity while the chaos outside the wax was roaring dully. "If they manage summon a real ghost I'm leaving" "And I'll be right behind you"
- The crewmembers would ask a whole series of question, mostly silly and completely nonsensical, but then Buggy will step in and shut them up before muttering about having to ask real questions with the most serious look on his face. Like, the kind of seriousness that puts the thickest tension fog in the air.
- He'd then whip out a "Is god real", "Are there parallel universes", "Is there such thing as a moral decision" or something stupidly philosophical that shocks the crew into a silence.
- "It's just a ghost... Buggy..." Cabaji would break the silence by saying what everyone is thinking, and consequently sends the whole crew back into the rowdy riot it had been before
MIHAWK & PERONA 🕱
- Participating: Neither of them (maybe Perona, who would drag Mihawk to be in the same room while she does)
- Honestly I just thought the idea was really funny. Two people in a big castle on a scary island, it would be the perfect place to use a Ouija board
- It's too bad that one literally has ghosts with her all the time, and the other is, well, Mihawk.
- I think Perona might use one to try to figure out how to bring the dead back to life, in like a hopefully attempt to emulate living on Thriller Bark again, but would get upset if she didn't get -cute vibes- from the ghost that chatted
- If she used one, you can bet she would make Mihawk sit in the same room with her so she's not alone. Or at least Mihawk endure it by going and doing it in the same room as him
"You have to protect me if I summon ghost that wants to kill us"
"Don't summon a ghost that wants to kill us."
“What should I ask it?"
“This was your idea, keep me out of it."
“That’s not very cute, Mihawk, protect me.”
"No."
- Mihawk doesn't believe or disbelieve in ghosts, at least not the kind that are actually people who were once living, and he couldn't care less about them. Perona believes in them, I mean how could she not her nickname is the Ghost Princess
YOUNG LAW & ROSINANTE ♡
- Participating: Both
- It's definitely Rosinante's idea, trying to get Law to participate in what some might think to be a staple of childhood games/fun times
- Law wouldn't be into it, in fact he would detest the idea originally. Because I'm picturing this with feral child Law, I could see him definitely believing ghosts are real despite how heavy he would deny the fact. It's one of those little quirks that makes you go oh yeah, he is still a kid despite how he acts
- Rosinante would get him to agree to ask the thing a couple questions to just see how it goes, and would probably move the planchette to try and get a reaction out of Law
- But, he's a smart cookie, and would totally call Rosinante out for moving it. If there was a chance that he didn't get fooled though, and Law thought that an actual ghost was pushing it, his eyes would widen and he'd definitely yell out "Cora-san, did you see that! You didn't move it that time!" and would have a nervous excitement about him that made the whole idea worth it to Rosinante
- The whole event would be pretty sweet, no ghosts were actually reached, but a lot of laughter from Rosinante and exasperated yelling from Law as Rosi tried to be either silly and fun-loving, or way too serious about the whole thing.
Rayleigh + Roger ⚔︎
- Roger really wants to befriend the ghost
- Seriously, he really wants to befriend the ghost. Rayleigh would advise against it (barely)
- Roger would use the planchette to ask the spirit world pretty basic questions, like “how’re you?” or “how did you did” or “did you know you’re talking to the pirate king”
- Rayleigh would play along, he doesn’t believe in ghosts (part of him doesn’t disbelieve either, though), and would ask questions more about where it was from, what was the world like when they were alive, how has the world changed, generally questions that might be a bit too in depth for a ghost to answer
- Roger might hit the ghost with a “join my crew, I’ll take you on an adventure that’ll make you feel alive again” that would promptly be shut down by Rayleigh, who is sure that the last thing they need is a potential ghost haunting their ship.
- Roger firmly does not disbelieve in them. Though if that planchette moves, he won’t deny that something unworldly moved it, he won’t take any little twitch or breeze to move a ghost. If he’s talking to a ghost, he better damn be sure it’s a real one (the King is not gonna be bothered by a fake ghost) so he’ll only claim it’s a ghost if all other forms of logic can’t explain any weird phenomena that happen
The shoujo brain is strong again and I was wondering how you would imagine being classmates with Kid and Killer and crushing on one or both of them? Can basically go wild with this if you want to.
Kisses!!
A/N: hehehe answering this prompt literally 11 months after you gave it to me because shoujo brain going wild (i was rereading choking on love and the band/shoujo au crossover is killing me). this is more a blurb of thoughts and hc's than actually written out story so sorry if it is incomprehensible
GENRE: fluff, shoujo au
WARNING: none
CHARACTER: eustass kid x reader, killer x reader, kid x killer x reader
PROMPT: kid and killer vs the shoujo world
WORD COUNT: 1.1k
EUSTASS CAPTAIN KID
Kid is a complete menace in the shoujo universe. He's that asshole you bump into in the hallway on your first day at a new university and immediately yells at you for it, calling you clumsy and to look where you're going.
and when he finds out you two have a class together?? oh you get scowled at immediately. the relationship between you two is some petty rivalry at first,
but then. oh but then. you two (of course) get paired together on a group project. he is so grumpy about it, but begrudgingly invites you (demands you) to meet up at his house later.
I think Kid would have the "shockingly neat" type of apartment, and you'd be interested in the guitar you see in the corner of his living room. The moment you ask about it, though, he's snapping at your to focus on the project and dodging your question completely.
You won't see him start to soften up towards you until after the group project is over. In fact, when it is over, you feel that confusing twinge of sadness that you won't see him as often as you did while working on it.
It's when your classic shoujo au best friend begs you to go see a local band, apparently made up of students at your school, that you have close contact with him. After listening to your friend go on and on about how hot the drums player is, and how he has the dreamiest mane of yellow hair, you agree to go in hopes
and SURPRISE! it's Kid's band, and there's a moment when you make eye contact with guitar and lead singer eustass kid that you really realize you've fallen in love with him (the fall in love at one random sighting shoujo moment). He has a whole page in the manga that is just him singing into the microphone with a level of majesty that makes time seem to stand still
Kid will be sent into a furious, flustered emotional over drive when he sees you at his concert, and will immediately go search for you to demand just why you were there at his concert. It'll take him longer than he hopes to find you, but by the time he does he realizes that he really liked seeing you there, and eventually will end up confessing that fact to you when he finds you.
When he realizes his feelings towards you, Kid is the type to get all protective over you, and is the type of love interest who's like "i want your attention on me" in some stubborn, child-like kind of jealousy. He'll give you his coat, his necklace or other jewelry of his, and slowly 'woo' you through his little gifts and brash moments of kindness. Class will always end with him pulling you to get lunch together or him finding some other excuse to spend more time with you.
Over all, once Kid starts to feel close to you, he's the "only soft to you" kind of love interest
MASSACRE SOLDIER KILLER
I think you meet Killer in a cooking or baking club you're in at your university, rather than a class or something. He'd be an upperclassman in the club, and you would have joined the club in hopes to improve your skills, rather than having a natural love for being in the kitchen
Killer would think it's cute that you're a bit clumsy with everything, having to learn the basics but always giving your best shot with everything to you. But to you, because the mask he wears, you can't tell what he's thinking and are probably a little intimidated by the big man with the elegant hair.
The two of you get close when you ask him to help with a recipe, and you end up telling him how you want to get better at cooking (and some classic main character hardship sprinkled in there). Killer would be moved by your tenacity, your willingness to learn, and agree to help you once or twice a week for like... cooking lessons or something similar
The time you spend together is one of the things that it isn't fully appreciated until you two can't meet up- probably during exam season or something.
When the lessons are put on halt and you no longer have a reason to go up and see him as often, you notice how Killer has a group without you (being an upperclassman and all). Sure, he waves when he sees you, or engages small talk in the halls, but it's nothing compared to the moments you shared together in your club.
Finally, too much time has past (it's been a week or two tops) without getting to see Killer, and in the frenzied fear of losing what you had together, you end up running into him in the hallway and ask to meet him after school.
Killer is the type to put a hand on your head and ruffle your hair as you finally tell him how much the time you spend together means to you (it's not a love confession but it might as well be). You'd hear his laughter for the first time, see the smile in his eyes behind the mask and maybe, just maybe, feel his mask brush against the top of your head in a pseudo 'first kiss' moment.
From there you see Killer making more of an effort to meet up with you, grabbing lunch together (or making you a bento) until exam season calms down.
The two of you don't realize your mutual attraction with each other until the club starts up again and everyone else in it has to put up with the awkward flirty tension that surrounds you two
KID & KILLER
This is similar to the Kid scenario, only Killer is the kind best friend who also ends up falling for you and tries to win your affection.
Chances are there's a lot of confused emotions, Kid and Killer having being together for their whole lives that it isn't until they meet you that they think that they might mean more to each other than they thought.
A lot of petty attempts to win you over, and you'd end up being caught in the middle. Killer making you lunch, Kid making you new earrings or jewelry, and you being sent into a little love spiral over your growing affections towards the two of them.
When the big romantic confession happens between the three of you, they basically become your big loveable guard dogs. Kid more outright, making sure everyone knows that he is dating not one, but TWO people while Killer gives you both more loving stares and actions that someone would have to be blind not to pick up on the context.
This storyline would be more love triangle turned poly than a band au, because I think adding band elements to it would make it one of those shoujo's that has a new conflict and resolution every 2 chapters and are hard to keep up with.
hii lemon!! could i pls request a cute franky fic with a gn reader? (no pronouns or they/them pls) i was thinking something really fluffy, funny, and intimate. thank you!!
YES franky deserves more love here you go ares darling<3 these sorta turned out less fluffy than i intended, but hope you enjoy xoxo
Franky x GN reader
SFW
Prompt: Fluffy hcs
wc: 0.5k
- Franky is the type to name an invention after you, or to add subtle (or not so subtle) designs to something he creates that is a reflection of his love for you.
- He knows when you need to be cheered up by laughing so hard you're doubled over crying, or when you need to be cheered up by hearing that "it sucks" whatever it is you're going through.
- The cyborg can read the rom like no others business, knowing when it's appropriate to crack a joke or do something silly with his cyborg body, or when he needs to be serious and listen to what you might need to say. He knows when you need to be pulled into his arms for a hug, when you need a firm hand on your shoulder, or when you need to be left alone for a moment. He doesn't take it personally, knowing everyone has needs of their own.
- Franky is a big fan of down-low pda. Though he might not just kiss you in front of everyone, he's not shy about having an arm around you, having one of his massive hands rest on your thighs, or scooping you up in his arms to carry you around, simply because he could.
- He's proud of having you as his S/O, and isn't afraid to show you off or boast about you. Your talents, hobbies, everything about you is incredible to him and he wants the world to know how wonderful you are.
- Being with Franky comes with a lot of inside jokes, much to the annoyance of the rest of the Strawhats. It always seems like there's a little joke the two of you can laugh at, bursting into giggles or giving each other smirking looks after someone says something. The crew would yell at you two explain, and thanks to Franky's diversion skills your secret keeps between the two of you.
- Franky puts a lot of thoughts into dates, though they might not be what's traditionally considered a date. Long rides in the sub or on the mini merry until the sun rises in the sky, dates exploring ship yards where he can tell you about everything they're doing, a date with Franky is one that's filled with laughter and chatter.
- His bright, beaming personality can't help but get rubbed off on you some, and your smile is something he'd never stop striving to see. Franky loves making you laugh, and pays close attention to your likes and dislikes to make sure that he always has a way to bring even the smallest of smiles to your face.
- Getting little gifts from the cyborg is something that you get used to, and before long you'll have a whole shelf, or series of shelves, dedicated to the gifts he's made you. Franky pays attention to the littlest of details, your favorite parts of the island you just stopped at or your favorite animals you mention. Everything he makes you shows how close attention he pays to you, even if it might not seem like it.
happy new years eve lovelies, I have so many people here to be thankful and grateful to have met and in my life, and am really thrilled for what will come in terms of my writing and the friend's i've made here! love you all, lemon <3
in honor of it being NYE I thought I’d post some op headcanons I’ve been thinking abt! not proofread
- New Years would be a blast with them. Good food, good music, good fireworks!
- Sanji would be in the kitchen all day, maybe even all day the day before, preparing for the grand feast that will be eaten to ring in the new year. Sanji would be a little too excited if you asked him for a New Years kiss, and you wouldn’t end up getting one because how flustered he got and how much his nose would bleed. He’d give you one when he wakes up in the infirmary in the morning though
- Franky and Usopp would spend weeks working on making the biggest, brightest, and best fireworks show that anyone had ever seen
- Usopp would also help Nami and Chopper decorate the ship, putting up streamers and NYE themed decorations (Nami would forbid Luffy from helping lest there be streamers everywhere). Usopp and Nami both would be really flustered if you asked them, only Nami would actually kiss you and Usopp would be too nervous for it to happen.
- Robin wouldn’t actively help, but she’d give advice and input when asked. She would also occasionally spew really foreboding and morbid things about what the new year will hold. I could see Robin giving you a dizzying kiss, shocking everyone, and just go one like nothing happened.
- Luffy would invite every and anybody he could, the more the merrier, and for an occasion such as this he wants it to be HUGE. Would hug and kiss you on the cheek without having to ask
- Brook would be playing music the whole time, finding joy in performing for such a large and cheerful group of people.
- Zoro would drink. I wish I could say more, but let’s be real. He’s drunk before the festivities even start. If you asked for a New Years kiss, he’d be a bit confused, but would give you one on the cheek if you asked enough.
Whitebeard Pirates
- Another blast of a new years celebration (blast literally bc Ace would be out of control)
- Ace would talk Marco into putting on a fireworks show together, promising that he wouldn’t catch anything or anyone on fire (he would not keep that promise). Ace would get so giddy and flustered if you asked for a new year’s kiss, and would happily give you one. Marco, with his lazy smirk, would happily agree. It a heart felt kiss, and when you parted lips he’d say how he’s looking forward to doing that again next year.
- Thatch would prepare the feast of a life time, making sure the kitchen was as rowdy and filled with joy as the rest of the festivities. All the food, sweets, and drinks you could ever imagine would be on the table. WBP is a big crew, and Thatch would make sure that no one is going hungry going into the new year. Would give you a big, dizzying New Years kiss if you asked him
- Izou would begrudgingly join in the festivities, secretly happy to ring out the year with his crew. If you asked, you’d get a small peck on the lips or forehead as a new year’s kiss, but he wouldn’t want to do anything to grandiose in front of everyone else.
- Whitebeard’s laugh could be heard through the deck, seeing his rowdy children ring in the new year together filling his heart with joy. Pops would make sure everyone went to bed with their hearts as full as their stomachs, knowing that they were able to go into a new year with their ragtag family
Kid Pirates
- Their celebration would be 90% drinking
- I could see them having a lot of fireworks too, it’s blowing things up, what’s not to enjoy?
- Kid would be drunk by morning, starting the party early. He’d be both optimistic and pessimistic about the new year, making a resolution to be even stronger by the end of this new fucking shitty year. If it was just him and his crew, he’d loudly (drunkenly) yell out his resolution. as if he doesn’t talk abt being the strongest every waking moment. Expect a big new year’s kiss from him, his lipstick will be smeared on your lips when the clock strikes midnight if he’s got anything to say about it.
- Killer would make the food, not a lot but enough for everyone, and would partake in drinking but not nearly as much as his Captain. Someone has to make sure the ship doesn’t burn down, and that’s Killer’s role. He'd let you kiss his cheek if you asked.
Other Pirates:
- Law would partake in a drink or two, sitting back from his crew and watching them get as rowdy as their hearts would like. He’d be ready for the inevitable injury he’d have to mend, but would enjoy seeing his crew relax and spend the new year together. If you asked for a New Years kiss, he wouldn’t do more than a peck, and definitely not in front of the crew. He thinks it’s a silly tradition, but will do it to entertain your want.
- Smoker would begrudgingly allow his soldiers to drag him out to a bar, and he’d have a beer or two watching his soldiers drink in the new year. He’d make a resolution to himself, about getting stronger to protect his soldiers, or about arresting the Straw hats, but never on his life would he let anyone know.
- Tashigi would be there by Smoker’s side, and I could see her spending her time worrying about keeping their soldiers ruckus down to a slight roar, for the sake of the barkeep and other customers. She’s see past Smoker’s grumpy façade, and find joy that he’s happy to be there to call in the new year with their soldiers.
- Buggy’s crew never knows a boring day, and New Year’s Eve is no exception. I can see Buggy spitefully making New Years resolutions, but if someone calls him out on making a resolution, he’d deny it with every fiber of his will. There will be a big party, big fireworks, and overall they’ll make a whole show out of the day. Ask him for a New Years kiss to send this man into a flustered rage, before he’d grumble and agree (secretly very happy abt it).
- Rayleigh is much more laid back now than he was in his younger days. Finding a quiet spot to watch fireworks and drink with the people most important to him. The gathering would get rowdier as people drank more, but it would be nothing compared to how his younger days were. Definitely expect a new year’s kiss from the man, at least on the cheek.
lemon bb! if you still have slots open, may i request a drabble with the prompt "I can't believe I trusted you" with law? like, he thinks (fem) reader betrayed the crew. it’s a big misunderstanding but he won’t hear her out?
tysm🥰
bless u for being the only one requesting an angst ily po <3 here's ya boy trafalgar xx
kinda tried something new, haven't ever written for Law, hope u like it!
Law x female reader
SFW (angst)
Prompt: "I can't believe I trusted you"
wc: 0.6k
“Law, please!” You ran after your Captain, desperate for him to at least listen to what you had to say. “It’s not what you think, I didn’t-“
“I can’t believe I trusted you.” Law spat the words out of his mouth like they were pure venom, “As soon as we dock, get out of my sight and off of my ship.” He silently cursed his submarine, had he not been under water he would’ve kicked you off the moment he heard of your betrayal.
It wasn’t what he thought, though. You hadn’t done anything wrong, you didn’t even know what had happened really until Law burst into your room in a mad fury. The doctor was a reasonable, level headed man usually, but there was just about one thing that made him lose all train of thought.
Donquixote Doflamingo. Joker. Heavenly Yaksha. Bastard, the man went by many names. All of which Law had cursed to the deepest of hells out of pure, unadulterated hatred for the man.
You don’t know how it happened, you really didn’t. But Doflamingo knew how to get under peoples skin, especially one like Law. You were the sole woman aboard the Polar Tang and, when compared to Law, wasn’t that strong. So, you became a target.
The underground lord had found a way to ring your personal den den mushi, and when Law heard the transgressions between the two of you? Well, it got under his skin just as much as his enemy had hoped. Trafalgar Law was furious, so much so that you were but one ship docking away from being exiled from your own pirate crew.
"Law, wait!!" You ran after him still, ignoring the fury that seemed to roll off of him in waves. You were pressing your luck, you knew you were, but you needed to try. This crew had become your family, and you didn't want to be parted them over a misunderstanding. "Law, I said wait!"
"Room." Fear seeped into your bones as your vision was enveloped in an all too familiar blue glow. The gleam of a sword flashed through your vision, and before you knew it your legs were detached from your torso, and Law was calling for someone to take you to the brig.
"Law!" You can't help but cry out. Your heart broke when Penguin took you up by the arms, carrying your legs under his opposite arm, and walked you away from your Captain.
"Penguin, I didn't-"
"Don't make it harder, please Y/N." His voice was hurt, but strong. It was clear he had faith in Law's decision, and wouldn't think twice about following his orders.
You sat in the brig for days. When the Polar Tang reached the surface, Law came, stuck your body back together, and put you out on your way.
He could hear your cries echo in his mind even after they went back below the surface. The guilt in his heart weighed heavier than he would've liked, but he knew it was for the best.
He wasn't a fool. Law could tell a traitor from someone innocent. He knew you didn't betray him, and that's why he had to get rid of you. He wanted you to be free of him before someone had the chance to turn you into a pawn. Law wasn’t short on enemies, and he’d do more than just ban you from the crew if it meant you were safer from them.
Even if you died hating him, even if his crew never learned the truth, there was no doubt in the doctors mind that it would be safer for you that way.
Hi Lemon!! How are you doing? It's good to see ya again!
May I ask for a Cora or Ace for a black card?
(^o^)(^o^)
A/N: i havent written ace in so long but this was a lot of fun :)
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: none
CHARACTER: ace x reader
PROMPT: eleven of clubs, a late night drive
WORD COUNT: 1.0k
"ACE!" Your voice is as exasperated as it is fearful as your arms shoot out, slapping down on top of Ace's hat as it threatened to fly off of his head.
Not that you could blame the thing, with how the devil fruit user was driving. Between barely slowing down to turn while already going way over the speed limit and the way he'd slame on the brakes regardless of how much time he had to ease to a stop, you'd try to jump ship too if you were his hat.
Ace's laughter rang through the night, a broad smile on his face as one of his hands left the wheel. His fingers wrapped around your own pulling your hand away from his head to press a kiss to the back of it. Lacing your fingers together, your body shifts sharply as he takes a one-handed right turn.
"C'mon, you agreed to go on a drive with me, why not have some fun with it?" While his words rang true, you had agreed to get in the passenger seat instead of the drivers, you hadn't expected Ace to head straight for the highway, letting the convertible hood of his car down the moment he was roaring over 60.
Though, in hindsight, you weren't sure how you didn't expect that to happen.
Ace squeezing your hand brought you back to your (somewhat terrifying) situation, his happy smile never leaving his face. "Trust me, where we're going is totally going to be worth it."
With his foot pressing even more on the gas pedal, you can't hide the relief that flows through your veins as his hand lets go of yours to hold the steering wheel once more. Even if you feel much colder without his skin touching your own, you can't deny the calm you feel knowing he at least has both hands on the wheel for his crazy driving.
The radio blasts as he continues to drive, the stars growing brighter and more abundant the further you two go into the mountains. The trees grew bigger, denser, making the night grow steadily darker as the two of you continued along the road. With the wind whipping through your hair, biting slightly at your cheeks from the chill, you can't help but love the rush of adrenaline these adventures with Ace always gave you.
Your partner's music blared loudly through the speakers, which was uncommon for me. Although he loved the music loud, the gentleman he kept tucked away inside himself gave Ace a level of consideration for his neighbors, especially for the sweet old lady living across the street.
But here, far away enough to have questionable cell service at best, there was no need to worry about upsetting any particularly grandmotherly neighbors. Out here, under the night sky, the two of you could breathe fresh air and live free for the moment.
Your mind wanders to where you had been just an hour ago, almost asleep in the bed you and Ace shared. He had been tossing and turning, which was out of the norm for the usually narcoleptic man. His finger was poking between your shoulder blades before you had the chance to ask him if anything was wrong, his lips already proposing a spontaneous adventure to explore the night roads.
He might as well have been bouncing around the house as he waited for you to get ready. Since before the two of you began driving, there had been some part of him fidgeting with excited energy.
"We're almost there!" Ace's words snap you back to the present, to the wind whipping in your face and the rosiness the cold bit into your cheeks.
Where there! was, you weren't sure. But, feeling the warmth radiating from your driver let a relaxed feeling wash over you. Even in the mountains at the dead of night, you held no doubt that Ace would get you safely out of trouble when he inevitably found some.
So, instead of asking inquiring questions like any sane person might, you let your eyes shut with a content smile tugging at your lips. Your hand moved to hang out of the side of the car, your arm leaning on the wind-chilled door.
And, sure enough, only a few minutes passed before the car came to a screeching halt. When your eyes opened again, you saw that the destination hadn't really been anywhere.
It was, instead, a simple scenic overlook alongside the highway.
Simple isn't the right word, you find yourself immediately correcting your thoughts as your mouth gaped open at the view before you. The moon, nearly full, shone bright over the forest you had been driving through. Looking down over the valley, you see the glittering moonlit waters of a lake down at the mountain base.
"Ace..." Words fail you at the view, and you find it hard to react when warm arms find their way around your shoulders.
Ace let's his chin rest against your head gently, a smug hum being his initial response. "Worth coming all the way out here, isn't it?"
"Only because it's with you."
His full laughter is the only response you get, a kiss pressed to the top of your head accompany the joyful sound.
A moment or two of silence pass, before his smooth voice fills it once more. "Been meaning to take you out here forever, I'm glad I remembered that on such a nice night."
A comfortable air washes over you both, the smile on your face refusing to leave as you lean back into the warmth that Ace provided.
Though you wondered if enduring his driving was really worth the view, the longer you stared out at the world Ace laid bare for you, any doubt you had vanished. If he could teer his way straight into your heart like he did, you'd be happy to follow him to the ends of the Earth.
Or, in this case, to a little lookout in the middle of the mountains.
HI LEMON i'm soso excited to see you back!!!! I'm a little late on this bc I was asleep when you posted, but seeing the notif for your blog is a lovely way to wake up!! :) and congrats on your unofficial return, I missed your writing!! OK, so for the event, may I please request mihawk or shanks with a red card? or with a black card if all the red are already taken, no worries either way! thank you and i hope your day is great! <3 🌷
A/N: tulip anon my love no worries I was so excited to see you in my inbox. I chose mihawk bc he’s becoming one of my favorite characters to write for, I hope you enjoy!!
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: none
CHARACTER: hawkeye mihawk
PROMPT: three of diamonds, napping in the sun
WORD COUNT: 0.7k
The water from the sink felt cool on your hands, a nice contrast from the summer sun beating down on the world outside. Your kitchen counter was in a… different state than usual, with freshly washed vegetables strewn across the counter tops in abundance.
You had awoken like you do many mornings, the sun shining through the small gap Mihawk left in the curtains to ensure you’d at least be awake before midday. He was nowhere in sight, not that that was anything new to yo u. The man was a terribly early riser, having a hobby that demanded his attention just as the sun was starting to rise.
It never bothered you, though. You stood in the kitchen, very literally basking in the fruits (or, vegetables) of the swordsman’s labors. As you placed the final zucchini on the counter, you can’t help but admire the swath of summer squash, green beans, and even one head of broccoli you know that Mihawk had been particularly excited about.
Recipes floated through your mind, hoping that Mihawk would leave one or two vegetables behind in his future cooking frenzy to just enjoy some grilled vegetables, as plain as he might find it.
You couldn’t help the smile that graced your features as you turn to the sunroom, knowing that the man you loved was in the garden just outside of it. The small thermometer on the window let you know that it was just too hot for Mihawk to be out there as long as he had been, despite what he and his sun hat would otherwise argue.
Fetching a glass from the cupboard and exactly two ice cubes to put in glass, you set out to bring him a glass of water, hoping it’ll help your cause of coaxing Mihawk back indoors.
However, when you pushed the door open to the garden patio, you found yourself confused when you weren’t immediately greeted with the man hunched over his vegetables, checking each and every leaf for a bug that might threaten them.
You didn’t have to search for long, though, until you spotted a familiar sun hat in a single stripe of shade a nearby tree had gifted him. As you walked ever closer, you saw Mihawk’s eyes were closed, his head tilted ever so slightly to his right. Gardening tools were placed neatly besides him, sharp ends of trowels and claws responsibly put face down.
The sight brought a smile to your face, and despite your better, well hydrated judgement you carefully placed the glass of water back on the concrete step to the sunroom before carefully making your way to him. The grass felt soft between your fingertips as you gently sat at his side, not wanting to disturb his slumber.
The effort seemed fruitless, however, as a deep sigh left Mihawk the moment your head rested on his shoulder. You felt him adjust slightly, his hand moving to hold your own and rest on your thigh, and just as you let your eyes flutter shut you felt his lips, warmed from many hours in the sun, press gently onto your forehead before he let his head settle on top of your own.
With the wind gently blowing, the sound of leaves rustling and birds chirping accompanied the two of you in your rest. Mihawk’s thumb absentmindedly brushing over yours as you let the warmth of the sun coax you into a light slumber.
In your comfortable, sleepy haze you didn’t noticed how Mihawk quirked an eye opening, his gaze landing on the abandoned glass of water on the step, a smile gracing his stoic features. He let himself relish in your company, dutifully fighting his own slumber to let you have your own.
The swordsman had no doubt that he had spent much longer in the heat than he meant to, and would wake you up in due time to protect you both from the suns harsh rays. But, for the next few moments, Mihawk squeezed your hand as he let himself indulge in the company of the one thing he loved more than his vegetable garden.
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I've been lately caught up with Lupin (the anime) and Leverage, and I recommend bith, and that put me in a mischief mode so...
How do you think Sanji, Zoro and Shanks would be with an s/o (male if you can) who has no sense whatsoever of danger so he gets into trouble all the time but talks his way out of it?
And I just realised it's probably Loki's description.
Anyways I'd imagine Zoro being like:
Another Luffy? Really?
And... nothing!
Sorry for my English (English isnt my first language) and feel free to decline for any reason!
Just wanted to say
1) I love your works
2) I hope you have a wonderful day and night
3) Ciao! 🥰👋
And sorry if it's long
anon baby hello <3 if you mean Lupin III I enjoy it!! but haven’t seen it in a while. thank you sm for your kind words the mean a lot, I’m always in a mood for mischief so I hope you enjoy xx
Sanji, Zoro, Shanks x Male reader (separate)
SFW
Prompt: S/O doesn’t have a sense for danger
wc: 0.7k
- Sanji poor sweet chef boy, he loves you but you being such a handful would stress him out.
- He’d be by your side as much as he could, not to explicitly keep you out of trouble, but it would help to some degree
- He’d be the quickest to step in unless someone told him not to, he wants to help you and keep you out of harms way. Even if you’re a perfectly and capable
- Sanji’s paranoia probably would stem from one instance that he didn’t make it in time, that he almost lost you because you got into trouble too deep to get out of, it didn’t just happen without reason.
- He would take it to heart if you got injured, seeing it as a sign that he should be more careful, he a better boyfriend, stay closer to you. He doesn’t doubt your strength or ability, he’s just harder on himself than he ever would be on you.
- Talking your way back into Sanji’s good graces might not be the easiest task at first but after he knows your safe, knows nothing serious happened, after you’re in harms way, the moment an apology begins to stumble out of your mouth he forgives you.
- He would be a little annoyed by it. The man can't even keep track of himself, how was he supposed to keep track of you? He has to deal with Luffy, now you too?
- If you argued back with the “you knew what you were getting into when we started dating,” he would just grumble (blatantly argue) against it
- When you would go missing, which wasn’t totally infrequent, Zoro would wander the streets, trying to find you, vaguely asking people "have you see him" while holding up your wanted poster.
- He wouldn’t be worried about finding you until he had just cause to be worried. If he heard a loud crash, the screams of startle public, or any just general sign of chaos, he’d start to get a little worried, and might start to run and find you, but still nothing too crazy unless he had reason to believe you were actually in over your head. For better or for worst, he trusts your strength.
- When he did find you, though, it would almost be on the brink of being "too late." Either you're close to passing out from injury, close to being taken away by the marines, or something worse, Zoro would end up having to save you
- He would be the hardest to talk out of being mad, seeing you injured or in the situation you had been in filled him with a distressed rage. he can barely handle one emotion at a time, so the turmoil you put him in sends his heart for a loop, and not the cute kind. But, when he sees you’re better a few days after, he’d forgive you when you tried apologizing to him
- He would get a kick out of it until you went too far.
- He'd cheer you on, yelling "that's my boyfriend!" or "what do you expect from my man?" and other things like that at first, loving the ruckus you're causing.
- He would know when you got in over your head, and unlike Zoro he would step in before something happened. Are you strong? yes. Does he trust you? yes. Does he recognize that sometimes you will face opponents that you simply cannot beat? also yes.
- In his mind, part of having strength is recognizing when you can't win, and though he's tried to teach you to realize you can't beat everyone.
- "You're lucky I love you," Shanks would say as he had his arm around you, or held your hand while the doctor bandaged your wounds. His tone would be light hearted, his expression kind but serious. He wouldn't ever say it, but you do worry him with the trouble you wind up getting into.
- But, when you give him those puppy dog eyes and “I’m sorry” pout, the red haired man can’t help but fall for you all over again and cave, worry dissipating as his love for you pushes its way into his heart.
Hi Lemon!!! If your asks are still open, can I please get a small scenario where Killer is super flustered by his s/o wearing one of his shirts? If you could pit a bit of suggestive, spicy content would be great too hehe... THANK YOU! LOVE YOU! BYEEEEEEEEEE 💛💛💛
didn't do the spicy bit but instead made it really fluffy hope that's okay <33 been on a killer streak as of late
Killer x GN Reader
SFW
Prompt: Wearing his shirt
wc: 0.7k
Like most mornings when you woke up, the other side of the bed was empty, cold from how long your partner had been gone.
Killer was always an early riser, no doubt starting breakfast and preparing meals for the day, you knew that the first mate was a busy man. But, on mornings like these, knowing how busy your lover was didn't make waking up alone any easier.
It wasn't that Killer never showed affection, or that you didn't fall asleep every night in a tangle of limbs, surrounded by the warmth of the hulking man. His love for you was clear as day, at least to those who knew him. Not the biggest fan of public displays of affection, Killer still would give you reassuring pats on the head, or soft knocks with his mask. Behind closed doors you were peppered with kisses, given massages as you both indulged in a warm bath together. But, on mornings like these, knowing how much he loved you didn't make waking up alone any easier.
Some mornings, when you woke up earlier than you had ever cared to, all you wanted to do is roll back into that warm embrace, to rest your head on the broad expanse of your chest and bask in his presence.
And, on these mornings, you found that the best way you could curb that loneliness until you and Killer had a moment together was pulling one of his much larger-than-you t-shirts over your head. You can't help but smile at how you all but swim in the material, feeling comfort in how you could smell remnants of him in the shirt.
It wasn't something you meant for Killer to find out. If he did, if he asked you why you were wearing his clothes, you know he would feel bad for making you feel lonely and that you had to resort to using one of his shirts to keep you company to because he wasn't there.
You had never meant for Killer to know about your habit, so when, on this particular morning, he pushed the door open to reveal you wearing his shirt, you had no idea what to expect from the masked man.
The blonde stood there, a small plate of banana bread in hand (no doubt freshly baked this morning), staring at you. Though you couldn't see his eyes, you swore you could feel how the scanned up and down your body, the moment making you shift uncomfortably.
When he didn't say anything, the heat rising to your cheeks became almost too much to bear as you stifled out apologies, your hands grabbing the hem of the shirt to take it off.
"W-wait." The sound of Killer's soft voice getting caught in his throat caught you off guard, "Don't."
You hesitated, shifting your grip on the bottom of the shirt, "Don't?"
Killer's chest heave with a sigh, his hands swiftly but carefully putting the plate on the bedside table before he walks to you. It only takes a few of his long strides for him to reach you, his hands gently grabbing you to pull them away from the soft material. "Keep it on." His voice is soft, his hands moving to your hips when they successfully get you to let go of your shirt, "It looks good on you. Really good."
The circles his thumbs trace into your hips makes your heart thunder in your chest, your hands nervously making their way to rest on his chest, "You sure?"
Killer nods without hesitation, his hands pulling you closer to him, "I really like seeing you," He pauses, collecting himself, "You look good in my clothes."
His words bring a smile to your face, a blush rising to your cheeks as relief surges through your heart. "Then you better get used to it, Killer." You look up to see his head tilt in confusion, "I'll be wearing your clothes a lot more often."
Huffed laughter rumbles through his chest, his hand moving to pet the top of your head gently, "Good."
You watch with curiosity as he steps away momentarily, seeing him once again grab the plate he had brought in, "Now, here." He hands it to you and you can hear the smile in his tone, "Made fresh this morning, I wanted you to have the first taste."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, you can't help but feel warmth spread through you as you bask in the love of your partner. Just like he did every day, Killer always knew how to chase the feelings of loneliness away, reminding you just how loved by him you were.
