once i think about it, what was Crocodile going to do after taking over Alabasta? we all know his plans to take over the country, but he never expanded on what he would do next when he accomplished doing so.
let’s say Robin told him where Pluton was(which is in Wano), would Crocodile actually be capable enough to actually go to Wano and proceed with gaining his military power? And let’s take what happens in canon, Robin withholding the information, Crocodile was dead set on thinking Pluton was actually somewhere within Alabasta, which we know that isn’t true.
Crocodile was always destined to fail tbh😩😩he’s so interesting in how he has plans for the small inconveniences that may occur, but he never looks at the bigger picture in what bigger things he could be up against.
Crocodile is so paranoid, it ultimately became/becomes his downfall.
I feel crazzzyyyyy being a Sir Crocodile fan sometimes because am I the only one who thinks he wouldn’t have a daddy kink? I feel like if someone called him daddy he would dryly comment something like “Ugh… am I really that old now?” and slowly rub his forehead to feel his wrinkles or some shit
i feel like he’s the type to use his old age against someone since he has so much “experience” and “wisdom.” but as soon as someone uses his age in a negative manner, he gets pissy😭
Coming back to this; CROCO DOESNT LIKE BEING CALLED OLD MAN‼️the dialogue for this game is hilarious(sadly the auto translation for YouTube for this vid kinda sucks, you gotta translate it a different way💔)
Chopper calls Croco an old man 19 mins into the vid😭😭
I feel crazzzyyyyy being a Sir Crocodile fan sometimes because am I the only one who thinks he wouldn’t have a daddy kink? I feel like if someone called him daddy he would dryly comment something like “Ugh… am I really that old now?” and slowly rub his forehead to feel his wrinkles or some shit
i feel like he’s the type to use his old age against someone since he has so much “experience” and “wisdom.” but as soon as someone uses his age in a negative manner, he gets pissy😭
a bunch of idiots fight over your love and lose to the ULTIMATE WINNER.
☆ CONTENT ! power imbalance , magnum dongs , you will be touched , PROOFREAD‼️‼️
… SHE watched in horror from behind a desk as a very handsome group of men fought over her like like a pack of wolves.
"Step aside, fool! She's mine!" Wesker snarled as he delivered a jaw-breaking slap to Sanji, "ARGH!", who did a double barrel in the air because of the sheer force of Wesker's jaw-breaking slap (he almost shat his pants).
"Not to fast, worm," sand then suddenly wrapped around Wesker's ankle, lifting him into the air and causing his super cool terminator glasses to slip off his face. "Wha—!?" he choked out in shock at the sudden change in point of view. From the sand emerged Sir Crocodile, whose hook gleamed dangerously in the light of the room. His cigar somehow floated from his lips as he spoke, but the One Piece logic got passed over so it's fine.
"Fuffuffuffuffu! How pathetic!" all of a sudden, she felt strings wrap around her curvaceous body everyone drools for, but she couldn't see them save for a glint of pink in the air she noticed too late. Her petite frame was then violently yanked into the air before she was abruptly caught by a very pink, feathered arm. "Can't you that she's already chosen?" bam! The camera then pans the one holding you, revealing the Heavenly Yaksha—Donquixote Doflamingo! Sanji, having recovered from Wesker's jaw-breaking slap, gasped in horror and looked up at the zesty-looking bastard holding his princess.
"YOU (🫵)! LET GO OF MY QUEEN, YOU PINK FIEND!" Sanji yelled, his eyes having turned red from sheer anger. Crocodile—having lost interest in Wesker—dropped him abruptly from the sky, but Wesker—thanks to his superior genes—was able to do a triple front flip and landed perfectly on his feet. "You'd be wise to let my darling go, exotic man," Wesker growled, his voice low as his eyes turned redder than Sanji, showing the superiority of his anger.
Doflamingo only laughed, "Fuffuffu!", pulling himself and her higher from the ground, "You humans aren't worthy of having a treasure such as Y/N! She is a goddess and needs only a god to stand by her side!"
Wesker then struck, blitzing up to Doflamingo in four blinking strides. "I'm Albert Fucking Wesker and I am the god here! Not you!"
Sanji then instantly sprung in (his magnum dong also made a tent in his pants at how sexy he darling looked regardless), quick to shove Albert out of the way. "Not so fast, knock-off terminator!"
Sir Crocodile also wasn't far behind, having used his sand to sneak by the rest of the idiots fighting and appeared from behind Doflamingo (pause). "Behind you." (Pause)
Before he could land a hit on Doflamingo, however, the wall suddenly exploded, sending everyone flying dramatically. "Ahhhh!" she screamed in terror, her soft, shy voice, breaking through the sound barrier to alert every man within a five mile radius. However, before she could collide with the ground, a pair of strong arms caught her.
"(Super exaggerated Mexican accent) Hm. Are you okay?"
It was Chad from Bleach! He had swooped in at he right time to save her from blond men with god complexes, the godfather, and prince charming!
"My hero!" she squealed before pressing a massive kiss onto his lucious lips that made his magnum dong rise like the sun.
The four other men, however, weren't pleased. Their eyes widened in shock at Chad who had the audacity to steal their girl. Sanji then looked at them, "Men?" (yeah we know, sanji), no words needed to be exchanged as they got up, they took their iconic fighting poses, ready to fight to the death.
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Synopsis: Robin has the bright idea of reenacting a scene from a book she had finished, your compliment towards her gives her the green light to do just that.
CW: AFAB! Reader described(no pronouns used), Dom! Robin, Barely any plot, Cunnilingus, Fingering, inappropriate use of devil fruit, nothing much Robin is an eaterrr. Let me know if I missed anything! <3
Robin always made time to read books, everyone who knew her would know that. Absorbing information was one of the best parts of her day, it didn’t matter what it was.
Today didn’t seem out of the ordinary, it wasn’t unusual bumping into a crew member in the ship’s library. There Robin was, sipping wine while reading, seated ever so comfortably.
“Good evening, here to read that book I recommended you?” Robin spoke without looking up from her page, bringing her wine glass to her lips as she sipped. Nodding, you walked over to one of the bookshelves, reading the titles on the spines of the books, “Sure am. You’re good at reeling people in with your words. I was up all night thinking about it.”
You couldn’t help but notice Robin’s mischievous smile from the side of your eye. You knew that look, the look she always gave you when she wanted to indulge in fun. “What’s on your mind?” You asked without that much thought, wondering what was going through her mind.
“Oh, nothing. I’m just curious as to how good I am with my words,” Robin closed the book in her hand, placing it down on the couch, “I want to see how accurate this statement is.”
Raising a brow at her words, you laugh softly, “And who exactly are you going to test this on? Me?” Robin only grinned at your words. Her arms crossed over one another, flower petals flying before arms sprouted from the shelves as they grabbed onto you.
“Robin—“ “Ah ah, I’ve been waiting to have fun with you for so long.” Robin didn’t move from her seat, the arms from her Devil Fruit powers holding you in place. You saw two other arms sprout near your legs, you felt her replica hands grab onto your legs, spreading your legs as more arms sprouted.
Robin didn’t move an inch, eyes glued on to you as if you were a movie, “I read this book yesterday, it was quite vulgar,” You felt her hand travel up your skirt, tugging down your underwear. You watched the cloth pool down on the floor, feeling her fingers slowly swiping over your wet entrance to your clit. The repeated action made you squirm, soft hums leaving your lips.
“The couple in the book couldn’t keep their hands to themselves,” Robin leaned back in her seat, her replica arms making work of your clothes. You were still bound to the bookshelf, arms pinned over your head and legs kept parted by her. “And the sex scenes were very descriptive…” Robin cocked her head to the side as one of the replica hand’s fingers entered you slowly. You hissed slightly, biting your lip to prevent any loud noises that threatened to escape your mouth.
“I’d like to replicate those scenes with you.” She took in the scene before her, shifting slightly in her seat as she pressed her thighs close to one another, “May I?”
You felt another finger slowly enter you, making you moan. Robin was always so gentle, her fingers always making fine work inside of you. She always knew where to touch, where to apply pressure, how to pleasure you.
“Fuck… Yes, you can…” You agreed immediately, knowing Robin would never disappoint. Her smile widened, “Wonderful.”
Her replica limbs disappeared, your arms fell to your sides as she caught your breath. Robin hummed, “Lie down here.” She patted the spot next to her, your body moving on instinct at her instructions.
Once on your back, more limbs sprouted near you. Hands spreading your legs and keeping them open, arms pinned above you.
“The lady in the book was almost always tied up,” Robin spoke smoothly, making her way in between your spread legs. Her head dipped down to your dripping entrance, her tongue flat as she licked a long stripe to your clit, “Mm… Her girlfriend in the book always ate her out like she was her last meal, she tied her up so her meal wouldn’t run away.”
Without another word from Robin, her lips gently wrapped themselves around your clit, gently sucking before her tongue darted out, licking at your bundle of nerves without stopping.
You couldn’t help but squirm, her tongue was always so skilled. Hitting every area that needed to be touched, leaving nothing to complain about.
Her fingers slowly entered you again, both her fingers and mouth making sure work of you. Any noise that left your mouth came out in whimpers and moans. Robin didn’t stop to take a break not once, eyes closed as she ate you out with pure vigor.
Your legs trembled, you couldn’t close your legs even if you wanted to. Your orgasm was close, so so close.
“Robin— Fuck— I’m gonna…“ Voice voice cracked, broken between your breathless moans. Her fingers sped up their movements, her tongue swirling around your clit repeatedly.
Not being able to keep it in, your body trembled as you came. Broken moans of Robin’s name left your lips, her tongue and fingers slowing as you rode out your high.
“How are you feeling, darling?” Robin finally came up from between your legs, mouth and chin glistening with the aftermath of your pleasure. Her replica limbs disappeared, her arms wrapping around you to bring you into a more comfortable position. Your breathing steadied as you looked at her with a smile, “Got any more books like that?”
Robin laughed as she kissed your cheek, “Oh, I’ll definitely be reading more.”
“You look good, bitch, can I get a kiss?” — Best Friend(Megan Thee Stallion)
Synopsis: Docking on a tropical island where the people are friendly, the Straw hats decide to rest for the time being while Franky repairs the ship. Nami asks you to come along for a shopping spree! What could possibly happen?
“Land ahead!” Nami shouts, moving across the ship with ease as she guides the ship in the right direction. It’s been days since the crew had docked on an island, obviously every one was used to it… But a small vacation was long overdue.
Robin stands next to you, a content grin on her face, “The weather feels amazing. Tropical, even. Do you think this island will be welcoming?” Her blue eyes find yours, you give a small shrug, “I hope. The last island was hell…”
A hum left Robin before she walked off, “Make sure you buy me a book you think I’d like when we dock. I know Nami will ask you to shop with her.” You looked back at her as she walked away. Why did she seem so sure that Nami would ask that? From the corner of your eye, you saw Robin and Usopp snickering to themselves. Weirdos…
Once The Sunny docked, Franky told the crew to make themselves comfy for the time being, “I’ve been meaning to do some maintenance work on the ship! This’ll be ready in about a day or so!” Franky smiled brightly, already working on it.
The crew split off, venturing around the island. The island was beautiful, tall trees with ripe fruits, welcoming people, flowers bloomed almost everywhere.
“Hey~” A familiar voice sounded from behind you. You didn’t have time to look back, an arm swinging around your shoulder as a wad of berri was waved in your face, “Wanna come shopping with me? Maybe even get some drinks?” Nami smiled mischievously, her cheek pressed right against yours.
Honestly, who were you to deny such a sweet plan? It’s been days since you’ve relaxed, shopping and drinking sounded great.
“I’ll tag along.” You locked arms with her, a pleasant smile spreading across her face. Yet you didn’t miss the small tint of pink on her cheeks, “Yes!! I saw a clothing store not too far away from here!” Nami almost dragged you with how fast she was walking, you could almost feel the determination to spend money radiating off of her.
Shopping with Nami was always pleasant for you, while she almost overdoes it with spending money… She always remembers to get the crew some things as well. Especially you.
“Cmon! Get outta there and show me the dress!!” Nami practically bounced on the seat in front of the dressing room, excited to see the dress she had picked out for you. Embarrassed, you pushed the curtain to the side, stepping out reluctantly, “Nami, this is more your style—”
A whistle left Nami’s lips as she clapped her hands gently, “Woo!! Sexy!” She giggled, giving you a thumbs up, “You always look good, I wish you would dress up more!” You felt your face immediately heat up, stepping back into the dressing room and closing the curtain.
“Awe, man! I wasn’t done admiring you!” Nami called from the other side as she stripped off the dress, hurriedly putting your casual clothing back on. One thing about Nami… She knew how to make someone’s face feel hot.
As you both continued shopping, you couldn’t help but notice how clingy Nami seemed today. Locking arms with you, holding your hand, fingers playing with your hair, her gaze focused on you, and the occasional head on your shoulder.
The touches became more prominent when you both settled on the beach, having a few drinks at the nearby beach bar. Her head was on your shoulder as she sipped on her fruity beverage. You warned her the pretty drinks were the most effective…
“Mm… I’m so glad I met you,” Nami slurred slightly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing up and down along your thigh, “I love how close we are… I love how you’re my best friend.” Nami lifted her head, eyes locked onto yours.
“I’m glad we’re friends too, Nami.” Your words were soft, sincere. You did value her, she adored her. Your bond was undeniable.
Nami’s face inched closer to yours ever so slightly, her voice as quiet as a whisper, “Can we be more than friends?”
“You’re drunk.” You immediately spoke up, eyes wide in pure shock. There’s no way Nami of all people felt that way about you.
Nami grinned, “Drunk words are sober thoughts.”
You swallowed, face hot. You’ve felt strong emotions towards Nami, but you never wanted to put a strong label on it. You guys were friends, crew mates. You didn’t want to ruin anything.
“Gonna keep staring at my lips? Or are you going to kiss me?” Nami’s hands cupped either side of your face, the proximity between the two of you undeniable.
You couldn’t keep denying it.
Leaning into it, you both felt what you both have been craving. Nami’s lips felt so soft, the fruity alcohol beverage she had been drinking was prominent on her lips. Breaking the kiss felt like someone tugging on heartstrings, both of you looking into one another’s eyes like you both were the only beings that existed.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to make you mine.” Nami giggled, her hand finding yours to hold. Never wanting to let you go.
•
Not too far away from you both, Robin and Usopp watched. Usopp didn’t seem all that happy, already complaining to Robin, “What!!! I thought Nami would chicken out!!! Unfair! I wanna to make another bet!”
“She’s not like you, Usopp,” Robin laughed, clearly amused, “Seems like you and Brook owe me some berri.”
“Brook betted on this as well!?” Usopp nearly screeched. All Robin could do was laugh, “You both are horrible ‘love experts.’” She made quotations with her fingers, making Usopp pout in utter defeat.
You and Nami weren’t best friends anymore. No. You both were more than that now.
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• Arranged marriage was already horrible. An arranged marriage to Sir Crocodile? Even worse. You were practically a caged bird, the moment you signed the marriage papers your fate was sealed.
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• Crocodile ignored you for the most part, paying no mind to your glares of pure hatred towards him as he sat comfortably at his desk.
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• Your stares of hatred quickly turned into observations of him. His small habits, his ticks, everything about him.
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• You noticed how he quirked his brow in interest when something beneficial happened to him. How his fingers tapped on the desk in a methodical manner when he was on call. The way his lips twitched slightly when he lit his hundredth cigar for the day…
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• Oh, his lips… That’s what you paid the most attention to. It was fascinating how a man who smoked as much as him had smooth looking lips.
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• It didn’t take long for Crocodile to catch on to your stares. A sly smirk playing on his lips as he stared back at your lips.
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• “What? Want a smoke?” He’d ask, casual, calm, collected. Like a Crocodile waiting for it’s prey to fall into its trap.
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• “No… I don’t smoke.” You’d reply, looking away. But Crocodile didn't stop staring back at your lips, equally as interested.
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• A deep, low laugh left him, his body moving up from his chair and coming towards you. His golden hook slowly reached your chin, tipping your head up so you’d have no choice but to look at him and only him.
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• “Then you want something else of mine, hm?” His lips were in that sly grin, that grin that said ‘I’m getting what I want.’ And you? You caved. You wanted nothing more than to feel those smooth, plump lips of his.
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• His lips felt like pure heaven. Soft to the touch, yet his kisses were rough and demanding. His lips connected perfectly with yours, the kisses making sweet smack sounds every time you both went in for another.
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• Wet, sloppy kisses trailed down from your lips down to your jawline, going even lower and lower. Crocodile took his time, as if he were devouring every single inch of you. Wanting his lips to make contact with every part of your skin.
☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅• Crocodile’s lips weren’t just soft. They were meant to devour. To take what he wanted. To savor everything that came his way.
a/n: shout out to @gelataisa for making that post pointing out how soft croco’s lips looked! ty for sparking this fic idea!! <3
Synopsis: One night while drinking with Ace, you two ended up kissing. Who knew a simple make out session would result in immense guilt.
The Moby Dick at night was peaceful as could be, the ship swaying as members mingled and talked. You had joined the crew a few years ago, challenging Whitebeard himself was the best decision you could have ever made. His kindness that he extended to you filled your heart with peace, replacing the hate that swallowed you before you had met him and the crew you called home.
Everything was great until Ace joined. Emotions were confusing you the more you grew closer to the freckled man. You both were friends, close friends. That’s all you were.
Until you both kissed.
Both of you being slightly drunk, the two of you kissed. Not a quick peck, no no, it was slow. Passionate. Raw. Like you both have waited for another to come into each other's lives for years. It sparked something within you.
It made you think that something deeper was there.
Sitting next to Ace, slowly sipping on your alcoholic beverage, you start to speak, “Hey, Ace… I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Ace cocks his head at you, his signature grin on his face, “What? Gonna ask me the secrets to my handsome looks?”
You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes playfully at his silly antics, “Oh, shut up. No. This is serious.” Ace straightened up slightly, clearing his throat, “Uhh… Am I in trouble?”
“No. But… We do need to talk.” A sigh left your lips as you place your drink down, “Ace… About that kiss…”
“Oh! Did you want to do that again?” Ace piped up slightly, head tilted like an interested puppy. Raising your hand, you shake your head, “No. We need to talk about us. Our… Friendship.”
Ace frowned slightly, “Did I do something wrong…?”
God, his face crushed you. The man always thought he was doing something wrong, your heartstrings tugged slightly.
“Oh, Ace…” Shifting slightly, you finally let the words fall out, “Friends don’t kiss each other. I’m not… I’m not that type of friend.”
Ace was quiet while listening to you, never once interrupting you.
“This sounds selfish, but I can’t see you as a friend anymore. Friends don’t kiss. People in relationships do.”
Taking a deep breath, Ace finally speaks, “So… You’re saying we either become a couple… Or stop being friends?”
You nodded your head, not trusting your voice at the moment. Both of you quiet for a long while, not looking at one another and only at the moonlit sea.
“I… Don’t have feelings for you like that…” Ace whispers, tears streaming down his cheeks, “But… Can we still be friends…?” Your heart broke into millions of pieces, knowing his request wouldn’t come true.
Standing up, you couldn’t take being in his presence, “I’m sorry, Ace. But we can’t. I can’t.” With that, those were your last words to him.
Deep down, you wish you two had become a thing. But that wasn’t the case, that was never a possibility. But something in your consciousness screamed that you both should’ve never kissed that day. It was so avoidable, why did it happen?
On your knees, weak, bruised, and bloodied on Marineford’s battlefield, your tears never stopped as Ace took his final breaths. His brother, Luffy, screaming out in pure grief and agony.
You regretted everything. You regretted now speaking to Ace after your talk. You regret kissing him.
Synopsis: Mihawk’s gardening skills paid off this season, just in time for valentine’s day! Using his strawberries, he plans a proposal just for you… Hopefully nobody ruins it.
Kuraigana island was quiet as usual, a cool breeze of the muggy land was consistent throughout the days. Inside the castle, Mihawk was putting his skilled hands to work. His brow quirked slightly as he dipped the ripe strawberry into the bowl of melted chocolate.
Valentine’s day wasn’t something Mihawk had been interested in since he came to know about the holiday. Sure, the meaning behind the day was cute and all, but that didn’t mean he’d participate in such a day…
Until you came along.
Mihawk’s mindset immediately snapped out of that thought process, growing to love you was one of the highlights of his life. He grew to know you, all of you. Your body language, the way to enunciate your words, the swarming thoughts that occupy your head. The swordsman loved everything about you.
“Oooh!! Strawberries!!” A familiar high pitched voice sounded from behind the swordsman, making him sigh slightly. “Perona, I thought I advised you and Roronoa to leave for the day.” Mihawk grumbled as he dipped the strawberries into the bowl of melted chocolate, not paying any mind to the ghost lady floating around him.
“Don’t worry, we’re not gonna stick around here while you swoon your partner.” Perona waved her hand dismissively, eyeing the strawberries. Mihawk immediately cocked his head towards her, “Don’t even think about grabbing one.”
A pout formed on her face as she moped, “Fine! Whatever! I didn’t want your stupid strawberries anyway… They look so plain and ugly. How about some cute designs or something!” Perona huffed as she made her way out of the kitchen, complaining to the stuffed animal in her hand.
Mihawk looked down at the strawberries that were already coated with chocolate, Perona was indeed right. They were plain. He couldn’t allow that, you deserved better than simple chocolate covered strawberries.
The day consisted of decorating everything within the castle. Beautiful flowers everywhere, paper cut hearts(with the unwanted help of Perona, of course) hung around the walls, and of course a well crafted dinner that Mihawk had prepared of your favorite foods.
The front doors creaked open, you appearing before him with your hands full of bags, “I’m back! You were right about that island having the wine we wanted.” You smiled up at him as you placed down the bags, Mihawk not wasting a moment as his lips found your cheek.
“You were safe while traveling, yes?” Mihawk asked, his voice gentle, the gentleness only reserved for your ears. “Of course I was. You’re the one who’s always so insistent I take my boat on certain paths.” Your eyes slowly look around, taking in the new decor of your shared home. Of course Mihawk was going to do something special for you, his heart and soul might as well have belonged to you.
Mihawk cleared his throat, “I’ve prepared dinner. Come, sit.” His hands went to the small of your back, leading you to the dining table. It could’ve been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn you felt his fingers slightly shake. Mihawk wasn’t one to be nervous, especially around you.
“Holy shit, these are all my favorites.” You laugh to yourself, more out of shock than amusement. Mihawk lets out a small huff of a chuckle, “You still have such a filthy mouth, even after all this time.”
“You know exactly who you fell in love with.” You reminded him with a smile. That smile he always craved to see.
“Indeed I do.” Mihawk pulled your chair out, watching you sit as he made his way over to his side. You both ate in comfortable silence, and it warmed your heart every time.
Swirling his wineglass in hand, Mihawk speaks, “The garden’s strawberries came out beautifully this time,” His eyes are focused on you as he slides over a heart shaped box, “I coated them in chocolate if you’d wish to try them.”
“Someone seems proud about their gardening skills.” You tease as you open the box, lid dropping from your hands on to the table as you stare wide eyed at the strawberries.
It wasn’t just strawberries.
There was a ring. A beautiful diamond ring.
“We’ve been together for five years. In all honesty, I’m quite disappointed in myself for not doing this earlier,” Mihawk stands, slowly making his way to your side, slowly dipping down to be on one knee,
“You’ve taken my life completely into yours. My days are much brighter, my nights are less lonely. I crave your presence like one craves water. In all honesty, I can’t see myself living without you.” Mihawk takes your hand in his, his fingers slightly twitching from nerves,
“I can say so much, but I would rather put my feelings into one grand gesture. Would you… Do me the honor of becoming mine. Become my other half, my love. My soul. My everything. May I take your hand in marriage.”
“Mihawk… I—” “OH EM GEEEEE!!!!”
Both you and Mihawk’s heads snapped towards the high pitched squeal, seeing two familiar faces peeping on you both.
“Would you keep it down?” The green haired swordsman shoved the pink haired woman slightly.
“Don’t push me!! I’m trying to see if his partner said yes to the marriage proposal or not!!” Perona whacked Zoro’s head, making the green haired man grumble about how annoying she was.
You couldn’t help but laugh, a loud genuine one, “Are they a part of this as well?” Mihawk clicked his tongue slightly, “Absolutely not… I told those fools to leave…”
Hands still intertwined with his, your thumb gently rubbed circles along his palm, “I would love to marry you, Mihawk.” His hawk like eyes immediately snapped to yours, a hint of vulnerability in the depths of his orbs,
Taking the ring from the heart shaped box, he slid it onto your ring finger.
“OH MY GOSH, THEY’RE MARRIED!!!” Perona squeezed, not even attempting to hide the fact that she was snooping.
Zoro groaned slightly, shaking his head in utter disappointment, “Perona, SHUT UP.”
“You both will be dealt with after today.” Mihawk spoke up, simply shrugging as he took you away to your shared room, leaving both Perona and Zoro stunned by his words.
“Fuck… He’s gonna hide all the alcohol again…” Zoro sighed, already feeling regret seeping in.
“He’s gonna stash all the hot cocoa!! No!!” Perona cried, regretting not listening to Mihawk’s words of leaving for the day.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who’s the hottest lady in the whole campus. Ladies and gentlemen alike get excited knowing she’s in their classes.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who barely gives people the time of day… Until a particular woman catches her eye.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who goes out of her way to sit next to you, eyeing your notebook during lecture, too shy to speak.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who’s face flushes when you’re paired together for a simple geography project.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who gets butterflies in her stomach when you give her your number. Even though it’s only school related… For now.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who’s secretly excited to study and work together in the campus library, her gaze more focused on your facial features instead of the thick textbook in front of her.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who stutters when you ask if she wants to come over to your dorm. She gives you a shy nod, yet she’s doing cartwheels in her mind, beyond happy that she’s getting a chance to get closer to you.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who gets distracted by your beauty instead of focusing on work, always making small talk with you as you both study.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who finally musters up the courage to subtly flirt with you, her eyes shining bright when you slowly reciprocate her flirtations.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who can’t keep her hands off of you. Fingers gently caressing your hand, elbows slightly brushing up against each other while you both jot down notes, cheek pressing against yours as you both read the thick geography textbook.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who asks you to be her girlfriend once you both complete the geography project, ecstatic that you reciprocate her feelings.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who takes you everywhere she goes, flaunting you like you’re the best trophy she’s ever obtained.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Popular Girl Nami! Who relishes in the fact that everyone on campus is jealous of the fact that you’re her girlfriend.
