My Haikyuu/ Jujutsu Kaisen dark content writing blog : @mulberrysilk
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I just need to say love your writing so much🥺💖 you really write the best stories. I found "Loyalty" today and I couldn't stop reading🥺 it's so amazing!!! Will there still be more chapters of it?
Hellooo! There are still two more chapters left :> haven’t been active much on this blog cause I paused watching one piece during my uni semester. But ahhh I’ve just continued and hopefully it makes me want to write for OP again! I’ve been more active on my other blog ( dark content blog) :> but continuing to watch OP might make this blog more active again, but ahh I’m not sure :< it’s still a bit uncertain! Thank you so much tho! I appreciate this message so much 💕💕💕
Oh girl, you really feel frustrated? You are my favorite writer!! I reread your writing every day again without boredom. You are awesome, you do not feel frustrated!!! feel love and distinction💕😭✨ I love you. Stay safe, my honey ૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა 💕
haven’t been active here much and checking on it today to receive this sweet message makes me feel all warm and fuzzy 🥺 thank you so much! I’m so touched that you reread my works bfnfadkfjdk that is so sweet 😭💕 thank you so much! Stay safe too !
Im deeply humbled and always surprised by the amount of support I’ve received here, and feedback and kind people I have met. Thank you so much. I deeply appreciate all of you. I really cannot express how grateful and thankful I am, I never thought I would reach this much followers. Thank you.
Thank you for your support, your patience, your kindness and all the good things you have given by just reading my blog. As a writer, i strive to explore and improve my skills in writing even if it’s just a hobby. <3 I’ve really tried to cater to everyone here and provide One Piece content to yall, and I’ve written a good sum, I think, some that are unfinished shorts stories which I apologise for because I tend to have an idea and sometimes cannot follow through and get distracted by another. Anywayssssss thank u once again!
I apologise once again for not being active as much here as my current thoughts and brain rot is Jujutsu Kaisen and Haikyuu 😭 but I’m more active on my other blog :> @mulberrysilk )
Im deeply humbled and always surprised by the amount of support I’ve received here, and feedback and kind people I have met. Thank you so much. I deeply appreciate all of you. I really cannot express how grateful and thankful I am, I never thought I would reach this much followers. Thank you.
Thank you for your support, your patience, your kindness and all the good things you have given by just reading my blog. As a writer, i strive to explore and improve my skills in writing even if it’s just a hobby. <3 I’ve really tried to cater to everyone here and provide One Piece content to yall, and I’ve written a good sum, I think, some that are unfinished shorts stories which I apologise for because I tend to have an idea and sometimes cannot follow through and get distracted by another. Anywayssssss thank u once again!
I apologise once again for not being active as much here as my current thoughts and brain rot is Jujutsu Kaisen and Haikyuu 😭 but I’m more active on my other blog :> @mulberrysilk )
just a fair warning, there’s a hq smut writer blocklist being spread around by a minor (15), which is contradictory in itself. if you see them, please just block them and don’t engage with their brainrotting bullshit! their response will only induce headaches and frustration and that isn’t worth your energy.
hey there! sorry to bother you! i have been a lil inactive on my tumblr and i'm just now catching up with my favorite writers, wanted to ask you if u ever posted the full version to this ? i had been looking forward to it since then! hope ur doing well!
Hiiii I haven’t posted it yettt but I will post it when I do finish it which I hope is soon! And will be posted on my second blog @mulberrysilk ❤️ I hope you’re doing well too!
Summary : Ace comes to Marco and Thatch about his crush, and as the conversation goes on…that girl Ace crushed on was also Thatch’s and Marco’s crush.
Request from @grandlinewritings : Oh man I hope I made it on time! I was thinking maybe something among all three boys (Ace, Marco, and Thatch) talking to each other about their crush and giving each other ideas on how to confess to their crush- The only problem being- All their crushes turn out to be the same female (Reader) and this begins a humorous war of them vying for her affections. (Part ½)
You can take it anywhere you want, end it anyway you want and have it be any length you want! I just want you to have fun with this request too since you write these boys so perfectly! Thank you if you consider it Lovely! <3 (Part 2/2)
A/N : Decided to make this two parts haha So here’s the first part! I think I’ll be posting every Sunday since that’s the only day I’m really free. I listened to this while listening to That Girl by All Time Low and Boyfriend by this kpop group called boyfriend cause it just had that playful vibe to it haha Thank you so much for your request @grandlinewritings when I saw it I just had to write it!
The ocean was calm and the orange shade that the sun radiated as it set on the horizon, leaked onto the dark clear blue waters, reflecting that warm hue onto everything it touched. The scent of cigarettes wafted through the air and the Second Division Commander followed the trail of that tobacco scent, leading him to the people he just needed to see.
The two taller men were sitting on the roof of the cabins (their usual smoking spot), legs hanging over the edge, talking to each other as they stared off at the distance, relishing in the quiet tranquil moment they had from their busy day.
“Oi,” Ace hollered from below to catch their attention before climbing up to join the Chef and Ship Doctor.
“What’s up?” Thatch asked, a welcoming smile on his face, tapping the excess ash of his cigarette.
“I need some advice.” Ace readjusted his hat on his head, sitting beside the Fourth Division Commander.
Sorry for being MIA! I’ve just been busy with uni and using anime as a coping mechanism therefore my lack of content for One Piece.
I just wanted to explain myself for bit on why I won’t be active much on this blog in particular and that’s because I’m a bit more focused on my new blog where i will be writing for both Haikyuu and Jujutsu Kaisen ( soon). ( also it’s a dark blog so minors dni over there)
I’m just burned out a little and like everyone else, my attention and mood changes to something else. Lately I’ve been more focused on Jjk and Haikyu, and enjoy writing for them. But that doesn’t mean I stopped writing for One Piece, I’m just taking a break from writing for it because looking at how much I’ve written for the characters, I feel like I’ve maxed out my ideas and brain cells for it😔
I’m really sorry if this upsets any of you. But I just want y’all to know that I will come back, I will. When inspiration to write for One Piece comes again, I’ll be back. No doubt about that.
It’s really just atm I enjoy writing for Haikyuu and maybe even JJK. And my second blog( @mulberrysilk ) is where all that would be, as I decided to keep this blog One Piece centric. I hope you all understand :> and I will get back to y’all and will check every so often here!
If there’s any questions or anything you’d like to say!You can them in the ask box and I will reply as soon as I can.
Stay safe everyone! I just really felt like I needed to explain myself. Thank you so much for all the love and the support, it has kept me going and what helped me remain on tumblr and write for you guys. This is just a temporary break. I hope you guys understand :> when I pick up one piece again, I’m sure I’ll be writing again.
Love you all 😔 I’m eternally grateful for the love and support.
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Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader
Summary : Reader is the Queen of Dressrosa, and has been apart of the Donquixote Family since Law was still child. They meet again after ten years, and Y/N and Law speak before the havoc that was to ensue in the kingdom.
Warnings : Dressrosa Arc spoilers, like a little.
A/N : S o , i just had the thought how the S/O of Doffy would have to be as cunning as he is, and so I thought of season 1-4 Cersei from GoT, cause though bish was cray cray, she was badass. This little ficlet I wrote has been sitting in my draft box for w e e k s. And I finally have the courage to post it HAHA This is what happens when I rewatch Game of Thrones and One Piece on the same day. D R A M AAAA ( sorry i love a good dramatic story ) omggg so nervous cause this is my first like actual Doffy fic. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT *wraps myself shyly in my blanket* ( Not sure if I might make this to a little mini series, let’s see where it goes )
“Young master?” The little girl poked her head in his office. He was nowhere in sight.
Sugar wandered the halls looking for the young master, peeking through the rooms he usually lounged and a satisfied victorious smile came upon her small face when she heard his deep voice coming from the poolside of the palace.
“Sugar?”
The little girl turned around at the voice and her smile widened as she saw you. She skipped towards you and held your hand.
“Y/N-sama! You’re back!”
“Yes I am dear. Are you looking for the young master?” You asked her as you snapped your fingers at one of your four bodyguards who stepped forward with a basket of grapes you had bought for Sugar.
“I found him!” She nodded and her eyes shimmered when you held out the small basket of grapes towards her.
HI CHICKPEA, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE OPPORTUNITY YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITINGS. So, requesting Cora here, hospital au <?> he's a surgical resident, after having for approx 10 hours of surgery he got a very bad back-pain after that lol you know he's so damn tall, and asking the reader (his junior doctor assistance) for back massage, they sharing story and end with a date for their off day? LOLOLFLASKDF IS THIS TOO ABSURD?? lmao ok so I'm done. GOOD LUCK ON YOUR REQUESTS <3
A/N : AHHHH A CORA-SAN REQUEST!!!! I tried to read as much as possible on the Google to make this as medically and hospital-ly accurate as possible haha @chopperisagoat! Thank you so much for you request! Thank you for supporting my blog. It means the world to me. I hope you enjoy it!
Ten Hours
Donquixote Rosinante ( Corazon) x Reader
Summary: A modern Doctor AU where our dear Cora-san is a doctor and you, his fellow doctor, is asked by the sweet man himself for assistance with his back ache. (Some fluff with our dearly missed Cora-san *weeps* )
Warnings : none.
Words: 2554
How long has it been? He wondered, eyes never leaving his gloved hands while the patient who laid etherised before him was finally being stitched closed by his assistant. He still wondered how he even managed to get through medical school and be allowed to do surgery despite his clumsiness. Doctor Kureha would always pinch his ear when he’d get something wrong or slip up.
“Congratulations,” the OR nurse spoke as she helped him remove his stained surgical gloves, finally extending his back straight and turning his neck from side to side, feeling the tension and tightness, particularly on his lower back and shoulder blades. “We’ll finish and clean the patient up from here, you may rest.”
“Thank you,” Corazon murmured, his small smile concealed by his surgical mask.
Changing from his scrubs and now washing his hands, he felt his back ache even more. When he was in surgery, he never looked at the time. He was always so focused on doing the procedures right, he didn’t want to distract himself by glancing at the clock as he believed it will break his focus.
“Cora-san,” a familiar sweet voice softly called out to him, tugging him from his hazy thoughts that still tried to process what had happened the last few hours.
“I heard the procedure went exactly as we had hoped.” You smiled up at him, his towering height always having you crane your neck up just to look at him. “You’ve been there for ten hours, and I have to admit, I was a bit worried about you.”
Corazon took in every single word you said, relishing the sound of your voice and the warmth of your presence that felt like the first ray of sunshine in the morning. He felt his cheeks warm up when it sunk in that you had worried about him.
“You were worr—um...ten hours?” His eyes widened a little.
“Yes, ten hours. I had finished my rounds already,” you chuckled as the two of you strolled down the uniform white halls to the break room.
“Ten hours,” Corazon muttered to himself, absentmindedly rubbing his lower back as he wonders if it was morning, the afternoon, or evening.
“Are you alright?” You noticed the way he rubbed his lower back and the back of his neck as the two of you walked.
“Y/N-san,” he said your name, his deep baritone voice making your heart jump a little. “Can I ask you a favour?”
A favour? You blushed and held your clipboard close to your chest.
“What is it?”
Corazon took that as a yes and took your hand, leading you to the residents’ quarters without saying another word. Not realising how it was making you a blushing a mess, especially since the room was empty,but he too was softly blushing. He wouldn’t ask you if he didn’t trust you and you’ve done it before when he was sitting too long at his desk or having bad posture as the day went on, you would release the tension on his shoulders with those gentle skilled hands in yours.
He sat down on one of the empty beds, eyes shadowed by his long blonde fringe. and looked up at you.
“Can you assist me with my back?”
Your shyness immediately disappeared, it was only natural to you since helping people was your job, and you take that job very seriously.
Corazon smiled up at you, his tired eyes shut close and smiling as well, his hand rubbing the back of his head as he hoped it wasn’t too much to ask of you.
“Yeah, sure,” you replied, putting your clipboard away on the couch while Corazon laid himself face down on to the bed, his long legs going over the length of the mattress, far too tall for it. It was funny to look at but at the same time adorable.
“Where does it hurt specifically?” You asked, moving close and gently applying pressure on sections of his back.
“My lower back and the spot between my shoulder blades,” he murmured, eyes drooping a little, physically and mentally exhausted.
“Okay then,”
Corazon let out a groan of relief as your fingers worked their magic, releasing the knots in his back. Being taller than most had its perks but its the biggest downside was the amount of back pain he gets especially in his line of work.
“The small picture behind your ID...” you spoke softly, your voice gentle to his ears, adding to the relaxing aura that fell upon the two of you.
“Hm?” He hummed deeply, eyes closed.
“Your son?” You had noticed the droopy-eyed grim child’s 1 by 1 sized photo in the back of his ID holder many times, you immediately wondered if that was his kid or nephew. Did he have a wife? A girlfriend?
“Oh, you mean Law?” You could hear the small smile on his face as he said the child’s name, your heart melting. “I...um...well...took him in.”
Adopted, you concluded in your head.
“He sounds very precious to you,”
“He is. A little bratty but he’s a good kid. Very smart actually.” You could hear the excitement and fondness in his voice and as if you couldn’t fall more in love with this man, oh well, but you did. “This morning when I was looking for my stethoscope, Law had it. He was standing on the bathroom counter in front of the mirror, wearing it and listening to the sound of his own heartbeat.”
“He sounds adorable,” you awed, continuing to massage the man’s strong broad shoulders. “Sounds like he’s a doctor in the making.”
“He is!” Corazon lit up, talking about Law made him forget how tired he really was. “He’s ten and he’s already reading some of my old medical textbooks!”
“I’d love to meet him,” you giggled.
“Law doesn’t take very well to strangers...”Corazon’s voice nervously dropped, wanting so much that Law would like you should you two meet. “It’s quite challenging. It took him a while to start talking to me when I first took him in.”
“I’m not one to back down from a challenge,” you reassured him, a secret blush dusting his cheeks and smile tugging on the edge of his lips. “Besides I like kids. Is he alone at home?”
“He walks to school on his own when I’m not around, walks with these three brothers in the neighborhood. Ace, Sabo and...um...Puffy?” He was unsure of the youngest brother’s last name but he was sure it had Uffy in it. “Law even cooks! When I get home there’s a meal waiting for me.”
“He sounds quite the independent boy,”
“He really is...Ah!” Corazon involuntarily let out a moan as the tension in his lower back was released, a moan that had your cheeks burning red. Unbeknownst to you, Corazon was deeply embarrassed by it...he had sounded so...sexual. Oh god.
His muscles tensed beneath your palms and you abruptly pulled away from him, finished with his massage.
“Um...the tension in your back is released...you should..uh...feel better,” you stuttered, shuffling away to the end of the bed as he sat up.
“T-thank you,” he mumbled, refusing to meet your eyes. “Y/N-san what time is it?” Trying to rid your head at what had just happened. On the inside, he was screaming and dying of embarrassment.
You glanced at your watch. “It’s 4 pm.”
“It’s the end of our shifts... I promised Law I’d pick him up from school, and go to the comic book store,” Corazon spoke, getting up and stretching his long limbs.
“Well, you should clock out then,” you chuckled, picking up your clipboard, the two of you heading out the Residents’ room.
“So should you,” Corazon added, hands deep in his pockets, his head going back to the incident of him moaning when you had messaged his back. How to undo it?! “Got any plans? It’s Friday.” He managed to calmly say.
“No plans, will probably just head home,” you replied, signing out at the reception where fellow Doctor Marco, the other heartthrob here other than Corazon, had arrived and was signing in.
“I heard about your ten hour surgery yoi,” Marco chuckled as he passed by, ready to take on his shift whilst sipping his afternoon coffee. “Great job, Corazon.”
“Thanks,” the much taller blonde shyly smiled rubbing the nape of his neck as Marco flashed you a small smile walking off to his assigned patients for the day.
Corazon noticed you step away, going to the locker rooms to get changed, and couldn’t stop himself from reaching for your arm, your wide bewildered eyes looking at him curiously.
“W-would you like to accompany me and Law?”
Your heart raced. You never met with Corazon outside of work and if ever it’s only by coincidence in the grocery store or the district mall for the briefest of seconds.
“I wouldn’t want to disturb your bonding time with Law—“
“I would love it if you accompanied me...” he reassured you, gorgeous warm maroon eyes locking with yours, making your heart skip a beat. “You could meet Law and we could grab dinner...together. You wouldn’t be disturbing...no...not at all…” he muttered the last few words.
Corazon didn’t know what had possessed him to bravely ask you out like that. Was it the ten-hour surgery that drained him or the mere fact he had been pining after you for so long, he finally took the chance? He felt a nervous drop of sweat trickle down his forehead as he awaited your answer, your cheeks becoming red once more.
“O-okay,” you had answered looking away, voice so soft and shy but he heard you.
He felt his own heart beat faster and drum in his ears, relief, and joy washing over him, feeling recharged all of a sudden. When you had glanced up to get a look at him, the brightest goofiest smile was on his usual furrowed uninterested, stoic expression. He looked absolutely adorable and sweet, gosh, was it wrong for you to fall in love with your co-worker?
“Well, we better leave now so that we could make it just in time for their dismissal!”
And soon the two of you were off and out of the hospital, and walking to the grade school where Law attended..
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“You’re late.” The child glared up at him, eyes shadowed by the brim of his white hat and his small hands held the straps of his bright yellow school bag.
“I’m sorry,” Corazon apologised to the small child, who looked as if he had many sleepless nights, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried about him.
“Who’s this?” Law glared your way.
“She’s—
“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself, crouching down to Law’s height and holding out your hand. “I work with Cora-san and I’ve heard a great deal about you, Law.”
Law’s eyes that were once a dull grey sparkled.
“You’re a doctor!”
“Yes, I am,” you chuckled and Law finally shook your hand, surprising Corazon.
“Y/N...Y/N...” Law repeated your name over and over as if trying to remember something than it hit him. “You’re the Y/N Cora-san told me about. He told me how you’re an amazing doctor...but most of the time he talks about how pretty you are.”
That stunned you.
“He what?”
“He doesn’t shut up about y—
“Law!” Corazon raised his voice a little, his face hot as he covered Law’s mouth with his large hand. He couldn’t believe Law would expose him like that. Gosh, Law could be so blunt at times.
Law pushed his hand away, frowning at being rudely interrupted.
“Was that supposed to be a secret? ” He grumbled.
On the outside, you kept up your calm composure and warm smile but on the inside, all the little parts of your brain were malfunctioning and on fire. Corazon talked about you to Law? That you were pretty?
“Yes, it was,” Cora whispered to Law and the kid’s eyes widened a little, as a faint blush dusted his pale cheeks.
He cleared his throat and looked at you once more, thinking of a way to fix his mistake and remembering what Luffy would say in times where he too had accidentally shared a secret.
With the most serious and monotonous tone Law could muster, he spoke to you.
“Izza a prank.”
The words were foreign passing his own lips but that’s how Luffy had said it many times before when he and Usopp were causing trouble.
Knowing full well that it wasn’t, you only softly laughed and went along with what he said, finding it adorable how he was trying to protect Corazon’s already revealed secret.
“That’s a good one, Law,”
Law put on a stiff smile and you couldn’t help but laugh even more.
Watching the two of you, Corazon felt his heart flutter. He loved seeing you interact with Law and he was happy that you two were getting along.
You would be a great mother—
He shook his head. “NO CORAZON! It’s way too early to think of Y/N-san like that!” His left brain reasoned.
“But look at how sweet they look.” His right brain interjected. “You’re the Earth and Y/N-san is the glorious sun. Oh and we just want Y/N-san to be around all the time. She smells like flowers and-
“We need to be careful. Calculative and realistic,” left brain countered.
“Y/N would be the perfect wife,”
“Right brain you’re being insane—
“Cora-san,”
Law’s voice and a tug at his sleeve pulled Corazon from his battling left and right brain, and back to the world in front of him.
“You said we’re going to the comic store...” Law reminded him.
“Oh right!” Corazon sheepishly smiled, rubbing the back of his head, and held out his hand for Law to take but Law had held your hand instead, leading the way to the comic store.
“There’s this new issue of Sora, Warrior of the Sea and I want to read it over the weekend,” Law excitedly told you.
“The last issue had Sora in a tight situation caused by Germa 66 if I remember correctly,” you murmured, trying to remember the last issue that you had read to one of you’re friend’s kids, Drake.
“You know Sora, Warrior of the sea?!” Law’s eyes sparkled and shimmered with wonder, a happy smile on his face.
Corazon watched the two of you walk ahead of him, the warm sunset glow making the scene before him even more tranquil, more poignant, more memorable. Little Law happily talking and smiling at you even though you two just met for the first time and the way you easily got along with him, was something he wished he could’ve stilled for a couple more seconds just so he could enjoy it more.
But if he lets time go on, just a little a bit, maybe a little more, he will be able to fall in love with you even more as each day pass. Maybe he’d be able to have more days like this with you. He wished for it with all his heart.
Little did he know, he didn’t have to wish for long.
Hello love! Of course I had to jump right on in when I saw you were opening up! You know how I am with your writing 😍 so, my absolute favorite nugget in the world, 👀 could I please get a romantic super fluffy (maybe a hint of NSFW mentioned) Mihawk with a fem s/o? Maybe a proposal or night before the wedding? Sending tons of love your way! 💙
A/N : AHHH Aurelia!!! //Hugs// I’m so so so so soooo happy to do your request! Thank you for asking for our Goth Daddy Mihawk huhu Gosh, I decided to work on a request today and I was in such a writing mood I managed to finish it in one day! AHHHH I hope you enjoy it @roseofthevolturi ! Thank you so much for all your love and support!
And to the rest, I hope you all enjoy this Mihawk sccenario! Stay safe! Stay hydrated! Wear your masks!
The Night Before
Dracule Mihawk x Reader
Summary : The soon to be wedded Y/N and Mihawk stumble into each other before their wedding night, a comfortable conversation and moment always exchanged between the two...till a certain close friend ruins said moment.
Warnings : NSFW but only implied. Mostly fluff.
Words : 2k+
“For a man to be married tomorrow, you still look like you’re absolutely dreading everything around you.”
The gentle voice he had grown so accustomed to and cherished, be it on lazy mornings or afternoons where he found himself home or the nights in the shared white satin bed, spoke from the doorway of the open sitting room.
His golden orbs moved from the red liquid in his glass and glanced behind him. With his observation Haki, he wouldn’t have needed to but seeing her with his own eyes was different, a whole different feeling that even his advanced observation Haki cannot replicate, and it always will be that way. With his own eyes, he could truly see her.
Leaning against the door frame, clothed in a silk slip with a matching robe, legs exposed to the cold night air, and hair loose over her delicate shoulders, the woman that he would devote his life to, looked right back at him, a gentle yet sly smile playing on her lips. The lips that always felt as soft as the inside of a rose.
“We’re not supposed to see each other till tomorrow, mi querida,” Mihawk as calmly and as solemnly as he always was, spoke.
“Well, I didn’t expect you to still be up when I decided to get myself a glass of a particular Bordeaux before bed,” you replied, walking over to the cabinet and taking your own wine glass, pouring yourself a drink before walking over to him.
“Your brows are always so furrowed,” you giggled, leaning against the stone railing of the balcony, his chiseled sharp features illuminated by moonlight. “Always so serious... not having second thoughts are we?” Your tone was teasing.
“Second thoughts about you? Never,” he responded, reaching out and taking your hand in his large pale one, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hand, the engagement ring he had proposed to you with, shimmering like the evening star.
“Then is it because red hair drank all the good brandy?”
“I expected that from him...”
“Well, he’s passed out by the fire downstairs,”
Mihawk’s eyes only shut instead of shaking his head at his old friend’s loving relationship with alcohol.
“Why did we invite him?”
“He’s our friend.”
“Hm.”
“Really though, what’s on your mind? You look far more pensive than usual.” You inched closer, caressing his cheek, setting your wine glass beside his own on the flat surface of the rails.
“It’s nothing you should worry yourself about,”
“Darling, whatever burdens or thoughts that rest upon your shoulders, strong as they may be,” you chuckled, running your hands on his shoulders as if to rub in your point. “You don’t have to carry them alone...not anymore.”
“I know that better than anyone...”
“So...” you smiled up at him, pulling him closer to close the gap between the two of you. “What is it?”
“Red hair will drink the castle dry,”
Your eyes narrowed for a bit while he only stared right at you, waiting for whatever it was you were going to say over the petty little thought that came to mind when you had found him.
You bit your lip as a smile broke out on your face before you leaned your forehead against his chest and laughed.Your laughter one of the many treasures about you he held dear in his heart.
“That’s it?” You laughed, your brows lifted in this adorable joyous look. “You’re worried about the inevitability of Shanks being the heaviest drinker tomorrow.”
“He’s...” Mihawk didn’t want to say it out loud as if not saying it will not become true tomorrow. “The best man.”
“Oh?” You tried to hold back your laughter, knowing exactly why he dreaded that idea. Shanks as the best man...the unpredictability of it, even with his Haki, would not be enough time to change whatever Shanks might say or do. “What are you talking about? Shanks is perfect as your best man.”
“We only ever challenge each other and if we’re both on good terms, that red-haired devil coaxes me to drink with him.” His brows furrowed, placing his hands on your waist.
“That sounds like the perfect best man as well as two close friends to me. His speech will certainly be very—
“Disastrous.”
You slightly shook your head, still smiling.
“I was going to say, interesting.”
“You’re too optimistic about him.”
“Shanks just radiates optimism. And don’t act like you hate optimism, I’m rather optimistic aren’t I?” You felt and played with the fabric of his frilled collar.
“Your optimism is far more tolerable than his,”
“Tolerable? Are you sure that’s something you want to say to your soon to be wife, the night before our wedding?”
A smile threatened to tug on his lips, your very presence, your touches, and your loving gaze, melting his usual cold exterior.
“I have been yours long before, Y/N. A wedding doesn’t need to confirm that.”
“Sweet talking me will not get you out of saying you find me tolerable,”
“Hm...how about I prove my devotion and my regret of saying so....another way,” Mihawk hummed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers trailing from your ear and down the curve of your neck.
“And a few minutes ago, you were telling me off on how we decided not to see each other the whole day till tomorrow?” You hummed, feeling his other hand caress your side as he pressed his muscular body to yours, trapping you between him and the balcony rails.
“With just one look at you like this, mi querida...” he pressed a kiss on your neck, his warm lips accompanied by his deep velvety voice sparked a fire inside you. “How can I possibly resist?”
He nipped lightly on your skin making you yelp.
“Mihawk, don’t you dare leave a mark,” you stuttered, blushing as he continued to kiss along the column of your neck. “I have to put my hair up tomorrow—“
You never finished your sentence when Mihawk captured your lips in a passionate kiss, thoughts of this one week abstinence til yours and his wedding night, thrown out the bloody window.
Your eyes closed as you let him kiss you, your fingers combing through his dark tresses, your fingernails massaging his scalp, making him hum with approval.
His hands roamed your body, feeling the smooth exquisite ivory silk against your skin and losing himself in your entirety, like how the scent of your fragrance intoxicated him. Where has his patience gone? Where has his control gone?
You kissed him back with the same fervour, both your breaths almost in sync as he tasted the sweet wine on your lips and tongue.
“Oii, oiii...” a voice slurred from behind, the figure stumbling into the room with an empty bottle in one hand.
“Get your paws off of her Mihawk!” The man laughed.
Mihawk abruptly pulled back, his forehead against yours as he silently muttered a curse.
“Red hair,” he sighed, making you try to hold back your giggles as you found his and Shanks dynamic hilarious.
“Couldn’t wait till tomorrow you two?” Shanks threw his arm over Mihawk’s shoulders, stinking of brandy as well as the unmistakable scent of Mihawk’s fine aged wines.
Mihawk stiffened and had a deadpan expression as Shanks nudged and touched him.
“You two shouldn’t see each other till tomorrow! As best man, it is my duty to make—“ he hiccupped, interrupting himself. “To make sure of that.”
Shanks laughed heartily as he usually does, shaking your husband a little whose eyes looked at you with the look of regret or questioning on why he had chosen Shanks as the best man.
“Good evening, Shanks,” you greeted, softly laughing at the flushed tan man.
“Good evening, Y/N.” He bowed his head slightly in your direction, his eyes drinking in your form. “Damn, Mihawk....you lucky man.”
“Look away, Shanks, unless you want to have a duel with my soon-to-be husband,” you warned him in a playful manner, taking your glass of wine in one hand.
Mihawk subtly side glared his friend who was looking you up and down as if you weren’t taken.
“I’m looking...respectfully,” Shanks defended himself making you laugh.
“I’m gonna go to bed,” you shook your head, still softly laughing at the ever vibrant Red-Haired Shanks.
You turned to Mihawk, who looked so rigid as Shanks’s arm was still draped over his shoulders, and you were pretty sure, Shanks was using Mihawk as support now from probably losing his balance at this point.
“Goodnight, darling,” you whispered with a smile, leaning upward on your tiptoes to kiss his pale cheek.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” Shanks drunkenly sang and your fiancée shut his eyes, his brow twitching slightly with irritation.
“Good night, Shanks.” You shook your head, giggling.
Shanks leaned his face forward.
“What? No goodnight kiss for me?” He pouted. Mihawk’s eyes shot open and you could feel his urge to reach for the small dagger in his cross.
Shanks was completely oblivious to Mihawk’s piercing gaze as he continued to give you puppy eyes.
Sighing, you pecked his cheek, the man grinning ear to ear at the gesture and winking at you.
“It seems you have a death wish, Akagami,” Mihawk spoke, voice laced with danger.
“Goodnight you two,” you hollered, walking away. The two were infamously known for their legendary sword duels but what the world didn’t mention was their legendary banter as well, you did not want to get in between that fun.
“Y/N! If you and Mihawk ever want to experiment in the bedroom, I’d happily lend a hand!” Shanks slurred as you walked away and you swore you heard the faint thud of a body colliding with the floor.
Mihawk had shrugged Shanks’s arm off his shoulders, and the drunk laid back man lost his balance and fell.
But still in a drunken stupor, he continued to yap his mouth away.
“You know what they say Y/N, three is a charm!”
“That’s not the saying at all, Akagami,” Mihawk muttered, sipping his glass of wine, a vein throbbing on his forehead.
“Oh...well...um...” Shanks trailed off for a couple of seconds only to call out again, his face lighting up as he remembered the phrase. “THREE IS A MAGIC NUMBER!”
“Keep talking, Akagami, and you’ll lose another arm,” Mihawk warned his very drunk friend. He made a mental note to lock the wine cellar and liquor cabinets.
“Goodnight,” your voice echoed from down the hall as you softly laughed to yourself. Despite Shanks being one of your closest friends, you pitied leaving Mihawk to deal with the wasted man on his own. You’ve handled it well several times. But Mihawk? Lord, may he have mercy on Shanks.
“You, sir,” Shanks was sprawled on the couch, lazily pointing at his friend. “Are one luckyyyyyyyy man.”
“I am very aware of that,” Mihawk sat on his armchair.
“Didn’t take you to be so frisky like that,” Shanks teased. “Good thing I stumbled into you two before things got too hot cause if it did...I would’ve like to join in the fun—“
“Are you sure you want to finish that sentence?” Mihawk rewarded him with another glare. ”Go to sleep. Sober up. And don’t make a mess of tomorrow.”
“How can I possibly make a mess? I’m the best man for the job. HAHAHA, best man for the best job. I’m the best man to be the best man—
Mihawk sighed and got up.
“Goodnight,” he muttered, walking away from his drunk friend.
“Where do you think you’re going! If you think I’m going to let you walk all alone to god knows where, you’re wrong,” Shanks jolted up from the couch, following Mihawk suit. “Can’t let you go alone...might end up at Y/N’s room...breaking your one week abstinence promise and fornicating before your wedding night.”
Mihawk only sighed and kept walking to his chambers as Shanks babbled on and on, his words never really reaching his ears at this point.
“Find your room, Akagami. Sober up..” Mihawk slammed the door in Shanks’s face.
“Well, goodnight to you too!” Shanks huffed and brought the rim of the bottle to his lips, only to frown when a single drop of sweet alcoholic nectar fell on his tongue.
“Time to put you to sleep, old friend,” he spoke to the bottle before swaying back to his room, surprisingly not getting lost in the process, humming Bink’s sake along the way, with the happy thought that his two friends were finally tying the knot.
Summary : A simple sundress can change the entirety of your day. Reader doesn’t wear dresses often, I mean it’s hard to fight when you’re in a dress lez be real. The Whitebeard pirates fawn over you as you went about your duties as normally as you could, in a dress.
A/N : Starting the One Piece of Summer Writing Challenge with our phoenix man Marco! This whole challenge allowed me to get out of my writers block and create!!! I hope you all enjoy these summer themed imagines/oneshots/drabbles huhu also F L U F F A H E A D * insert the Elmo fire meme*
@doctorgerth @laws-yellow-submarine
How was it the all your usual clothes were in the laundry? Oh right, that’s because you were so busy you forgot to them.
Standing in front of your mirror barely clothed, you sighed as you pulled out the last drawer of your closet and picked up the light soft fabric into your hands.
You had work to do. You were not going to skip on inventory just because you didn’t have your usual shorts or jeans.
The light fabric of the white sundress was beneficial to you during the hot sunny day outside your room. Tying half of your hair up and grabbing your clipboard, you left the comfort of your room.
You had started inventory in the artillery unit and jotted down every detail not noticing how the crew all stared at you.
It’s not everyday you see Whitebeard’s left hand wearing the most elegant looking sundress. It‘s not that you weren’t feminine. It’s just seeing you in a dress was something they never fathomed and yet here you were passing by them as you did you work in the white dress that made you look so innocent and harmless.
Marco nudged Ace to light his cigarette but the Second Division Commander was unresponsive. His calm gaze followed Ace’s one and he felt the wind get knocked out of him.
Summary : You and Law throw a surprise party for the younger Donquixote. Takes place in a ModernAU, where you and Cora are Law’s adoptive parents :>
Warnings : none…but FLUFF
A/N : Was supposed to post this yesterday and I’m a day late to our sweet Rosinante’s birthday to post this but I might as well do! This was a little rushed but AHHH This sweet man deserved so much moreeeeeee asdfghjkl I hope you guys enjoy this little thing I wrote for our dear Corazon huhu
“Can we hurry home? I’m hungry.”
“We’re almost home.”
“Why didn’t you take the car?”
“Because it’s not eco friendly.”
Law pouted at the older man’s response as they walked hand in hand down the street from his school.
The sun was setting over the rows of houses in the little suburban area where Corazon and little Law’s home was also situated in. Law did his best to keep up with the taller man’s strides and Corazon was actually tilting to one side just so that Law was able to hold his hand as they strolled home.
Law pinched his lips as he thought about what you were making for dinner and he had done his best to keep his mouth shut about yours and his plan for Cora’s birthday. Yesterday while Cora was away for work, you and Law went to the shopping district to buy decorations which was actually really fun.
“Oi, Cora-san…” Law murmured.
“Hm?” The blonde glanced down at the child.
“You love Y/N-san right?” His grey eyes stared up at him, a serious expression on the young boy’s face.
