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engraved. kuzan x oc

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word count: 1192

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the blackbeard pirates arrive on nora's island, kuzan arrives at her home══▸

There was no way she could hear them from her house. They weren’t even close to her. But Nora swore she could hear that laugh, those laughs. Blackbeard and all the rest. She wanted to pretend like she didn’t know why they were here, that she didn’t put everyone in danger by simply being here. But she couldn’t lie to herself. If anyone got hurt it would be her fault.

Maybe she could distract herself, cook something or listen to some kind of music. Something, anything to drown out the sound of that laughter. Streets away and they were still obnoxious and haunting. All she wanted right now was for them to leave, they had their own island to terrorize. Their own people to hurt whenever they chose. 

Even still, knowing who they were and what they did, there was a part of her that was happy. Knowing that one small thing could set them off she was excited that they were here because it meant he was. It was always him. Even when he took the mantle of Captain of the Tenth Blackbeard ship it was him. 

Her fingers tapped against the table while she tried not to think about Kuzan or the Blackbeard Pirates who were here. Tried not to expect him to even show up tonight. It was risky, him bringing them here was already a mess. He was smart, he knew it would put everyone in danger if they found out. Nora knew there was no way he really trusted them. He couldn’t. Not the man she knew. The man she loved. 

A sudden chill in the air took away all thoughts she had about him being as smart as she thought he was. “You shouldn’t be here.” The words sounded wrong in her mouth, she wanted him here, she always wanted him here. But since he joined the Blackbeard Pirates, since the man himself was streets away, she almost didn’t want him. “My house or this island.” 

“They were suspicious.” He was behind her before she even noticed, “They wanted to know what was so interesting here. I told them it was the bar, an old marine hang out.” As cold as the devil fruit made him, she still felt his warmth as he stood at her back. 

If she were stronger she’d have been able to stop herself from leaning back into him, letting him put his hand on her waist. Kuzan made her weak. All the power she wanted to have meant nothing when faced with him. She’d stood against him when he told her he’d joined the Blackbeard Pirates. The rage had been enough to stop her from clinging to him again. Sometimes she managed to hold onto that spark again.

Resting her hand on top of his, she pulled his hand back. “You should have taken them to another island. Anywhere else.” She hissed. “You brought a monster into my home. If someone gets hurt it’s my fault.” Nora pushed away from him, finally staring at the man who taught her what it was like to love and to hate. “How could you do this?” 

Turning around she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, Nora knew it would only end up in tears. It had been so long since she’d seen him, she knew he was due for a visit. Kuzan did his best to visit her around the same time. Since joining Blackbeard these visits lessened but he always made up for it with the attention he gave. And the promise she’d never have to deal with any of them. One he’d just broken. 

Any excitement she’d had about seeing him was gone. Now it was replaced with anger and if she was faced with him? Pain. 

“It keeps them from coming when I’m not here.” He didn’t push her, he kept the distance she put in between them. “You know them. If they thought I was hiding something they’d look for it themselves. I couldn’t let that happen. If they came here on their own that would be the real danger.”

“Then maybe you never should have come!” Tears welled in her eyes when she finally found the courage to look at him. Bitter at the way he stared at her, almost as if he didn’t care. If she looked closer she could see it, the crease in his brow, the way he made himself smaller for her. “If this was going to be how it worked out then maybe you should have just stayed away, left me behind when you left the marines.” 

She didn’t mean that, god she didn’t mean it but wouldn’t it have been easier? He didn’t want people following him, Nora knew he’d told everyone who’d been loyal to him, who had looked up to him, not to follow. Not to ask questions. He’d told that to everyone else, he’d tried to distance himself from her but it hadn’t lasted. 

The laughter took her off guard, a sad thing that she didn’t expect. Something so surprising that her tears came to a stop. “If I could have left you I would have.” He’d told her that before, that she was too ingrained in his soul to leave. “But I can’t. You know I can’t.” She tried to hold her chin up firm when his fingers brushed her cheek. Chilled as they always were. “I don’t care what happens out there. I care what happens here, what happens to you.” 

Nora wasn’t strong enough to hold back the sob that shook her, the way her head leaned into his touch. He meant it, he never told her things he didn’t mean. Not when it came to this, to how he felt about her. “You shou–” 

With a shake of his head Kuzan cut her off, “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, I don’t care what it is.” Nora wished she didn’t hear the ‘including let them all die’ in his words. But in some way, wouldn’t she do the same? At almost any given point she could tell everyone where he was, where the Blackbeard Pirates were and who they were hurting. But she never said anything. She only thought about him. “This world is falling apart, everything is changing and the only thing that’s worth anything is you.” 

Her hands gripped the front of his shirt, “You can’t say that.” 

Large hands were on her cheeks, his face free of his sunglasses, eyes intently on hers. “You know I mean it.” She did. She knew it as well as she knew that she’d never tell him to leave, that she’d never want him to stay away. “You know I love you.” 

Despite everything, despite the Blackbeard Pirates and how terrible they were, how much she hated everything about them. She loved him. She loved everything about him, needed him as much as she needed the air in her lungs. Nothing would change that, not who he was with or what he did. Nora loved him. 

And would never be able to stop. Never wanted to stop. 

“I love you too.” 

[ashara-dawn]

I need a TOXIC killingham x reader. Like this is the most unhappy marriage you’ve ever seen in your life kinda toxic, but there’s still some like possessive “love” 😭

[redsshanks]

And if this is EXACLY what I’ve been working on 🤭

[mlemiie]

Clingy out of nowhere pt2 (drabbles)

- ❝you don’t usually initiate touch and intimacy, and you certainly aren’t the clingy type. until today that is. And he’s caught off guard.❞

⤷ Pt 1 જ⁀➴

˚₊‧꒰ა Tags ໒꒱ ‧₊˚: fluff, sweet like a cupcake, suggestive themes; SFW. Reader is she/her 𓂃۶ৎ wc: 400 per seperate fic (roughly)

₊˚ʚ Characters/status: Vinsmoke Sanji, Smoker, Dracule Mihawk, Portgas D. Ace Red-hair Shanks, (established relationship ˖ ໒꒱)

❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: this is a request from a reader followed into a part 2! I'm in the worst writers block since the dawn of time & this really helped me to get my brain flowing again; thank you dear reader (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ❞

Vinsmoke Sanji

It was in the evening — he was prepping the ingredients for tomorrow’s breakfast when you trudged inside. He didn’t glance or look, just from the foot steps alone; he knew his pretty girl had come in.

“I’ll be right there beautiful, just need to prep these—”

You take him in a hug from behind. Face pressing into his spine.

His chopping, halts.

Blinking, eyes going wide.

“Er—”

You nudge your face into his back and he flinches, his back arching when you press yourself even deeper.

A shiver running down his shoulders—a pleasant one.

“H-hey, what’s with the sudden attention—?”

“Shhh.” You mumble into his shirt, he smells good. Like cologne, like those fancy cigarettes he so likes and cooking wine. A bit sweet, almost. You want more of it, more of him.

“Just enjoy this moment whilst you still can, Sanji.”

He drops his chopping knife. Prepping forgotten.

He turns, however rigid, and faces you.

You don’t let go of him no, you immediately press your face back into him, into his chest.

Arms wrought around his waist.

Sanji leans back against the counter, one hand going to the small of your back, and the other to take a quick smoke before plucking out his cigar. Jaw going up so not to blow smoke in your face.

Damn. Sorry Luffy but he has to admit it. He could die right here, right now, and be the happiest man alive.

He looks down to you “Why are you spoiling me today? Did you like the parfait that much? I’ll make some more if you want, if it means I'll get more of this.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” you nuzzle into his chest, smiling. “I just missed you. That’s all. Promise.”

And he chuckles at that.

Locking you in an embrace, hands on the small of your back. Trying to breathe as slow as possible as he leans his cheek against your hair.

“Don’t hesitate missing me more often.”

Smoker

(note: opla smoker... i'm not over him, not anytime soon)

Reports regarding the recent incidents at the harbour has been delivered — and that’s what he was over seeing, back leaned against his chair, legs tossed up his office table and on his third cigar of the hour.

And when you peaked inside, you’ll earn yourself a look over his report papers. And earning even an accusing brow when he sees the little mischievous smile on your face.

“Whatever gotten you giddy — better not force me to scold you.” he says as you tiptoe forward, hands behind your back as you come close. And when he returns his glance to his reports once again—that’s when you entrap him in an embrace.

Your nose nestling to his neck. Breath hot on his throat.

He freezes. Blinks twice. Before digging his molars into his cigar and giving you a hard glance.

“Hey, doll, is everything as it should—”

You withdraw. Cupping his stupidly handsome face, before leaning in, kissing him on the cheek. His nose. His temple. His chin and jaw and everywhere else. Lipstick marks all over his face. He’s bashed pink.

“You’re so handsome, I want to eat you.”

“… right—” and before he can continue you, you manoeuvre into his lap and bury your face into his neck.

A proud, pleasant, victorious smile appears on your face when you hear him drop the reports, drill down his cigar and widen his knees to make space for your seat.

You resist calling him a good boy.

His larger palm goes to the small of your back, just resting there before taking hold of your jaw, grip firm as he makes you look at him.

“What’s with all the attention today? Are you well?” he says, rubbing your lower lip with his thumb — all business and broody and you snort. Not taking him seriously with all those lipstick marks across his face. “Just shut up and enjoy this moment before it passes.” That’s all you say before you bury into his chest again.

And he leans back, heart beating a little too fast. A little too hard.

And you know what?

Sure.

He’ll take it.

Whatever his pretty girl says.

Dracule Mihawk

He was cooking, chopping up vegetables with such precision and focus you almost think he’s going on a limb, and not a carrot. That’s when you trudge inside the kitchen, and he hears you. Not withdrawing his gaze from the cutting board, not once.

“Dinner won’t be ready before eight, and no, you won’t get a test bite this time.” He says, his knife not stopping — not until he feels your hand on his shoulder blade.

At that; he halts. Not blinking.

You slide your hands up his back, feeling how his toned muscles underneath his ivory shirt flexes beneath your fingers. His heart stutters, just a little before turning to face you.

You have mischief spelled in your eyes, a smile all too playful and giggling.

He tilts his jaw and gives you a brow. “Is everything well?” He says as you catch his hands in yours. Interlacing your fingers.

You come closer, and he presses himself against the counter at your sudden boldness.

“Dear?” You say, leaning in, cheeks all flushed and a corner of his lip jerks. Frowning.

You’re beautiful. And it’s having its effect on him.

His hands reaches out to your face, removing a lock of hair so to see you clearly. “Hm?”

You bring his hands close to your collarbones, still holding them, as you tiptoe, “Kiss me.” You say before closing your eyes and pout your lips.

Dracule Mihawk doesn’t get flustered or bashful, no. Absolutely not. But he does part his lips, eye twitch (just a little) as you keep tiptoeing up. His head short-circuits and when he’s silent for just a second too long, do you open your eyes, scowling and withdrawing.

“Whatever. You lost your moment, buddy.” You wave him off, turning on your heel but just before you get the chance to even take one step further—does he grab you from behind.

Hand on your shoulder and an arm slung across your collarbones.

He pulls you into his chest, feel his warmth radiate into your spine, and he takes a hold on your jaw. Forcing you to meet his lips.

He kisses you, and it’s not tender—but bruising. And when he parts, you’re the one who’s all flustered. A satisfied smirk makes it to his cold mouth, rubbing your lower lip with his thumb.

“Clingy today, aren’t you? What’s with the change of heart.”

You turn to face him, hands going to his shoulder blades as you bring him into an embrace. And he let’s you. Holding you back.

You press your face into his chest.

“Missed you, that’s why.” You nustle against him, “I missed you so much.”

He blinks. Sharp eyes narrowing — and somehow softening. “I see.”

And he brings you closer by the small of your back, placing his chin on top of your hair.

He won’t admit it, but he wouldn’t mind if you missed him a little more often.

Portgas D. Ace

Ace was polishing the beads to his necklace, sitting at the edge of his bed when you stepped inside. He spots you, and an immediate grin comes into face as he puts his necklace back on and flexing it at you. “Babe, look, they’re glistening aren’t they—?”

Your steps are hard, fast—plunging as you throw him into an embrace.

He catches you, leaning back against the bed. Completely motionless and tense as he feels you rubbing your face in his neck. Hands tugging onto his back. And then he twitches when he feels you kissing him there. Pecking him. Nibbling him and he flinches.

“Er, babe, I—uh—” What the hell is going on?

You look up to him, your face sly and he goes pink.

You’re so pretty. Too pretty.

His heart is bulging out of his chest as he grabs hold of your shoulders.

“Did something happen? You’re being quite attentive today.”

You tilt your head, deciding to play with him a bit.

Your hands travel from his back, down to his shoulders and tugging onto his collar. Pulling him forward. Just a little.

“My boyfriend is so handsome.” You say, one palm going to where his heart sits. Its beating, hard and fast. You resist not smirking when glancing back to him, “How could I not miss his touch, hm? Tell me that, Ace.” You tug his collar again, smirking and Ace is malfunctioning.

What the… wow. Okay. You know what. He’s not complaining.

But god, he doesn’t know what to say to your sudden boldness.

He just stares like an idiot.

“Er.”

You scowl, “Here I am, giving you my undivided attention and all you say to me is… ‘er’!?”

“No what—I mean, I should, I—?”

You press your face back into his chest. He’s so warm. He smells so good. You want more of him, so you tug him closer, shushing him. “Shut up and enjoy this moment whilst you still can.” You hum, nestling close to his chest.

And you feel him embracing you back. Pressing his cheek against your hair line.

“Yes. Of course. Anything my pretty girl says.”

And he means it, even when his face is completely red, and his heart thumping out his ribs.

Anything you want—he’ll take it.

And when his most lonesome hours comes yet again, he’ll think of you and this moment again and again.

Red-hair Shanks

Shanks wakes up alone on deck with the worst hang over of his life. Slouched over a table. Damn. How much did he drink last night? He can’t remember jack-shit, anyways — he reaches for the nearest mug, still half-full, and zero knowledge if it belongs to him or not, but he chugs down the drink anyways.

“Phew,” He swipes his chin, that’s better.

He hears the footsteps of a certain beauty inching close and he looks up.

Blanket over your shoulders. He puts on that charismatic, toothy smile of his.

“Hello gorgeous, mind giving me some attention this lovely morning—” And before he gets to finish, you lean in, placing the blanket over his shoulders. Cheek pressed into his red, red hair.

Either he’s dreaming or really freaking drunk right now — but are you… are you actually giving in and offering affection? You?

Wow. He loves this dream.

He slings his arm over your shoulder, hesitating before actually pulling you in.

“Shanks.” You say, voice soft and he tenses. “You need a bath.”

You say that and yet you take in the scent of his hair, press your cheek harder against his head.

“Mmnh… I probably should; wanna join me?” He clutches you closer, and you manoeuvre into his lap. Nestling into his throat. Nudging your nose over the crook of his neck, he’s so warm. And with the morning breeze, it feels so pleasantly good, you can’t get enough of it, enough of him.

You feel him sink into your embrace, the blanket bristling heat between you two and you pull away only so you can grab his face and kiss his cheek. One on the left, then on his right, before making it to his brows.

You lean back, and the man is staring you down, taking in your features as the faintest tint of a blush is made on his ears. Heart beating a little bit too hard.

His hand travels down your spine to the small of your back. His fingers lazy, hand loose, before pulling you closer, spreading his knees so you can have more space.

“Spoiling me today aren’t you? What’s the special occasion and can we make it more often?”

You snort. “Savour it. It’s just for this moment, and this moment only.”

You lean back in, pulling him deeper into your embrace and he softens. Scoffing a little. As he sinks into your warmth.

If this a dream — he really doesn’t want to wake up.

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[cerberus-bites]

holy knights’ thoughts on marriage/weddings ?

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[ GN! Reader x Holy Knights ]

💍| tags: established relationship, slavery, typical celestial dragon behavior/crimes, unhealthy relationship dynamics, jealousy, yandere

[ Figarland Shamrock ] ☘️

• Shamrock inherited the belief from his father that a proper Saint and holy knight must take a partner as his spouse who's strong and intelligent enough to bring glory to House Figarland. He won’t choose his partner from the rubble or lower his standards, only perfection will do. Once you catch his eyes and attention, Shamrock will be relentless in his pursuit and court you with all the charm and gold he possesses.

He proposes to you after just a few meetings, his obsession for you has already grown and consumed his heart. The knight won’t take no for an answer, if you fight him, he will simply call your behavior 'silly' and slide the ring on your finger nonetheless.

With little to no experience in relationships, it can be rather awkward to have Shamrock as your fiancée. He comes off as cold and reserved, hardly speaks to you and is barely home. A few days before the wedding, he holds your hand and kisses it gently while gazing into your eyes like you’re the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"I can not wait to spend an eternity with you at my side, dear," he whispers and leaves a trail of kisses as he moves from your wrist to your neck. "You'll be mine, forever."

• Shamrock tries to convince his father to have a small wedding with only a few knights and relatives attending, but Garling insists on throwing a huge feast and inviting every noble house to the manor. You’re overwhelmed, so is your husband, together you manage to endure the invasive questions about your future sex life and plans of children.

During your wedding night, Shamrock can finally allow himself to let his hands wander between your legs. It's no longer a sin for the holy knight to touch and pleasure you, with that heavy burden lifted from his shoulders, he goes all in and makes the night an unforgettable one.

[ Figarland Garling ] 🌙

• Ever the hypocrite, Saint Garling scrutinizes his comrades and fellow nobles for wasting their time with frivolous acts such as bedding mortals and marrying harems of slaves. What he prefers to keep secret though, is that he also yearns for a commoner. And he's willing to marry them, too. Only one, of course. The great Figarland Garling doesn’t have time to entertain multiple spouses nor does he see himself as an animal with uncontrollable urges.

You will do just fine. And as tradition requires it, Garling offers you not only food, gold and livestock to promise that you'll never go hungry again, he also gifts you a dozen slaves. Wether you want them or not hardly matters to him. You will accept them and you will be grateful.

Your engagement ring is decorated with the clearest diamond you have ever seen. Only outdone by your wedding ring shimmering in gold with a big ruby that feels quite heavy on your finger. A reminder of the burden you now carry, the burden of his suffocating love and your duty to the Figarland name.

• The wedding will be the biggest event in all of Marie Geoise. Your dress/suit is the most expensive one that gold can buy, the buffet is big enough to feed the holy city for an entire week and every man and woman whom Garling knows is invited. They're all here to gaze and marvel at the spouse of the Supreme Commander.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, your wedding night won’t be your first time of intimacy, but you can feel that Garling is gentler now, moves slower and spends more time whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You will see a side of him that only his partner will ever be graced with.

[ Shepherd Sommers ] 🥀 ( cw: needle )

Sommers couldn’t care less about the sanctity of marriage or saving himself for the right person. His body is a temple and he decides how to worship inside of it. More often than not, this worship involves tormenting slaves, criminals and anyone he considers beneath him. You were no different at first, simply another toy for him to break and toss away. Until he grew attached like all the lovesick fools he loves to make fun of.

His obsession with you leads him to reconsider his thoughts on marriage, but it's his jealousy that pushes him to propose to you. There are simply too many men trying to court you as soon as he turns his back on you. They tell you lies about wanting to 'save' you from a 'monster' — Pah, Sommers knows what's best for you. He's not a monster, he's your savior. Your God. Your unquestionable master.

The ring he chose has a tiny hole underneath the gemstone, Sommers slides a needle through it and pierces your finger. He kisses the blood away and hums, pleased with his work.

"Ah, stop crying, you baby. Marriage is all about sacrifice, no?" Sommers mocks you and wipes your tears away. "This is only the beginning, my precious rose."

• As per usual, the Shepherds take up any opportunity to hold a banquet and throw a big party with the entire family present. Your wedding will be no different, you will struggle to remember everyone's names as they introduce themselves to you and wish you the best of luck with your husband. Their smiles are a bit uneasy and their voices sound tense, you wonder if you’ve made the right choice.

After the party is over at sunrise, Sommers wraps your tired body up in thorny vines and carries you to bed, where he also falls asleep a few seconds into cuddling with his beloved pet spouse.

[ Rimoshifu Killingham ] 🐉💭

• After years of his mother pressuring him to get married, Killingham is relieved to finally have found you on one of his missions. Sure, you may not be the pure-blooded noble he thought he'd fall for, but unlike all the other filthy mortals, you’re salvageable. He invades your dreams, learns all that he can about you and snatches you up. He won’t ask for your hand nor will he bother asking your father for permission either. Killingham gifts you a ring and finalizes his promise with a kiss, there is no turning back for you.

Revolted by the mere thought of the underworld, Killingham has you bathed three times a day before the wedding, your personal servant has never set foot into the world below and no other slave is allowed to breathe in the same room as you. During dinner they must all hold their breath while serving you your food.

"It's a good thing I saved you from that wretched world, maybe in a few weeks you won’t even smell like filth anymore," he chuckles cruelly and ignores your glare, "Don’t be upset, darling! It's a compliment."

• During the wedding, Killingham argues with Saint Shamrock about how his spouse is far superior to his captain's partner. You’re both mortals who were taken from the underworld, but your husband is adamant that you are the only one worth saving. You refuse to join the discussion and instead focus on trying to empty your drink without staining your clothes in the process.

Maffey, Killingham's mother, pulls you aside to remind you that from now on you must serve your husband and knight accordingly and never dare to bring shame on the Rimoshifu name. She notices how nervous the speech makes you and laughs—

"Aw, don’t you worry, sweetheart! Men are easy to please, you'll do just fine," she assures you, her teeth bared in a smile, and pats your back roughly.

Your first night together in bed feels like an eternity thanks to Killingham's powers pulling you into a dream world where he claims your body over and over again, moaning about how beautiful and pure you are.

[ Manmayer Gunko ] 🏹

• Gunko views marriage as nothing more than a pointless distraction from her duties. While she occasionally allows herself to listen to beautiful music about naive romance and deep yearning, she refuses to even entertain any of the suitors who show up at her house to court her. They will all be swiftly taken care of by arrows and never dare to return.

When Gunko meets you, she feels a strange pull towards you and immediately decides that you'll become her slave. However, she soon realizes that this doesn’t satisfy her craving to be closer to you, in a way that went beyond owner and livestock.

She has a ring made for you, silver with a sapphire shining in the middle. It takes her a long time to find the right moment to offer it to you, not as a proposal, she assures you, but just as a promise that you'll always belong to her. Protected and well taken care of.

• Instead of a traditional wedding, Gunko walks with you inside of Pangea Castle and makes you kneel in a room full of flowers. There, you lay your mortals eyes upon the ruler of the world and listen to Gunko speak to the tall shadow.

"Lord Imu-sama, I’ve come here to ask for your blessing," she confesses and bows her head.

The tall shadow stares at you, then slowly blinks and turns its attention to Gunko.

"Thou shall keep thy pet. Mu finds it to be quite precious," the shadow speaks in a distorted voice and beckons you to come closer.

Gunko nudges your side and you slowly crawl before the Lord.

Imu-sama pets your head as if you were an animal.

Later on, Gunko sits with you on top of her arrow bird and holds your face between her hands.

"Now you can never leave me!" She tells you, sounding oddly excited in her usually monotone voice.

A sense of dread fills you.

Thanks for reading! I love coming up with these smaller answers / headcanons for the knights, so I always appreciate more of these questions 🙏🏻

[cerberus-bites]

Okay Killingham has the biggest blood kink ever. Like what if his love gets hurt and bleeds and suddenly he’s not the dragon she’s always seen but there’s this sharp toothed man licking the blood off of her. And she doesn’t realize it’s Killingham.

- The Taste of You -

[ Fem! Reader x Rimoshifu Killingham ]

💭 | tags: established relationship, blood k*nk, yandere tendencies, obsessive love, mentions of cannibalism, pet names, typical celestial dragon behavior - a small taste can't hurt, no?

💭 | summary: A simple game of catch turns into a nightmare when the one you loved so dearly is replaced by a sharp-toothed demon.

-> Read on ao3

After Killingham had returned from a week long mission all he wished to do was sit by your side and spend every single second of the day breathing the same air as you. He insisted on taking you out for a little picnic, which more often than not turned out to be a five course meal served on a thick, comfortable blanket. Nothing was ever simple with him, he believed you only deserved the very best.

The two of you sat together in the shade of a tall apple tree. It grew in the many orchards around Marie Geoise which supplied the nobles with fresh fruit. Killingham had ordered all gardeners to put down their work so you could enjoy some peace and quiet.

Your lover was lying down on his side, his long serpentine neck wrapped around your body and his head resting in your lap so you could play with his golden mane. He occasionally reached out to grab a cherry or cheese from the silver platter and offered it to you, feeding you directly from his hand just how he liked it. In return, you did the same, holding up grapes in front of his snout so he could devour them.

These moments of peace never lasted long between you and your dragon. Sooner or later, one of you would grow bored enough to hatch an idea. That day, it was you who broke the silence and woke up Killingham from his spontaneous nap.

"Hm? Is there something wrong, little one?" He worried and yawned, his big eyes slowly falling shut again until you flicked your fingers against his horn. "Fine, fine! I'm awake."

"Nothing's wrong, I just thought we could play something!" You chuckled and ruffled through his hair.

Killingham stretched out his neck and the rest of his large body, he was twice as tall as you, perhaps even a little bigger than that. He took great pride in towering above most other Celestials, it certainly didn’t help to tame his ego.

"And what would my darling angel like to play? I could order some slaves for us and let them fight, we take bets on who wins!" He suggested. Hearing such cruelty from him no longer surprised you, but that didn’t lessen the blow of his words.

You vehemently shook your head and got up on your feet, Killingham rose alongside you and wasted no time to hold your hand as if he feared that you could be snatched up anytime.

"How about something that doesn’t involve any torture," you told your lover and caught him in the middle of rolling his eyes, "Why don’t we play catch? I bet I'm a lot faster than you, big guy."

"Oh, a hunt you say! How wonderful."

Killingham happily accepted the challenge with an enthusiastic wag of his tail. He would have been so adorable if it wasn’t for the darkness hiding within. Pushing those thoughts aside, you quickly scanned your surroundings to pick the most optimal route of escape.

A large hand wrapped around your neck followed by a kiss from the dragon.

"Just remember, little dreamer, I'm very good at keeping an eye on my prey," he purred in your ear, enticing you even more to give him a good chase.

At the time you were still naive. No more than three months had passed since the Saint had stumbled across your village and invited you to follow him into what he referred to as "heaven". You hadn’t seen your family since then, nor had he allowed you to call or write to them. According to Killingham, he was all you needed … and a part of you had begun to believe him.

You didn’t yet know about the meaning of a Celestial hunt or the duties your dragon lover had to fulfill whenever he left your side. Oh, if only you had run from him when he first laid eyes on you—

"Shall we begin then?" Killingham asked somewhat impatiently.

"I'm all ready!" You announced and cracked your fingers, eager to watch him sweat.

"I will be fair and give you a head start," he explained and walked around you in a circle, eyeing you up an down with a lingering hunger in his eyes, "Ten seconds, no more than that— don’t disappoint me, darling."

Before he could speak another syllable you bolted away. You ran towards the forest surrounding the orchard, as soon as you reached the bushes, Killingham had finished counting and chased after you.

Killingham peaked through the tall hedges. He looked around until he caught the sound of leaves ruffling and saw you running deeper into the forest. You were quick as a doe and clever like a fox, he expected no less from his beloved. Your ability to escape so swiftly certainly made the hunt more thrilling.

He stalked after you, slowly, scanning the ground for your foot prints so he could follow them. In addition to that, he picked up on your unmistakable scent mixed with the perfume he had bought you. Oh, he couldn’t wait to pounce on you and rub his nose against your neck so he could inhale the essence of you.

A moment later he heard a few branches crushing underneath a pair of shoes. His tall neck snapped around to make out where the noise had come from. Remaining perfectly quiet, he snuck into that direction. His heart beat suddenly quickened — what was that strangely addicting aroma hanging in the air?

It was a scent more familiar than your sweat clinging to the covers after Killingham had fucked you all night. It was primal and potent, something that shut off every instinct inside the dragon's mind but the one that urged him to kill. To feast. It was blood. Your blood, if his nose didn’t fail him. The first spark of lust mixed with worry and caused the knight to hurry.

Two beasts battled inside him as he pushed through bushes and shoved aside everything that stood in his way to get to you: The one who longed to hold you gently in his arms and the other one who wanted nothing but to devour you. No, you were not like the other humans, you were purer and softer … you didn’t deserve to feed him.

In the end, Killingham had thought he had silenced his darker urges when he found you. How could he even entertain the thought of sinking his teeth into your body, when you were lying in the dirt and sobbing? But the blood! He saw it trickling from your neck and the cuts on your palms and thighs, nothing life threatening, still painful for a mere human.

Each red stream leaving your body was like a river of honey for the knight who hadn’t feasted on human flesh since the day he had met you.

"Please … Killingham …," you whined, unaware that he was standing right behind you.

The dragon took another step forward, the leaves underneath his boots gave away his presence and you tried to turn your head around to see him. Yet, you couldn’t. It was simply too painful. A frustrated groan escaped you.

Killingham felt his body shift before he could try to stop it. His neck shrunk down, his golden mane turned into dark spikes and his long snout was replaced by sharp teeth. No longer was his tail wagging to show his enthusiasm, all that remained were his blown-out pupils and heavy breath. He slowly approached you, the scent of blood grew heavier with each step.

All his restraints snapped when the fragrance of your ichor became too overwhelming for even the most powerful God to handle.

He threw himself on you. It was pure luck that he did not crush you beneath his tall body, his hands and knees placed at your sides so he could lean down and have a taste. Killingham licked over the bleeding wound on your neck, a small cut, yet it spilled like a small fountain. He kept feeding on it until he noticed you shivering.

In the blink of an eye your little game of catch had turned into a nightmare. You had tripped over a stone and fallen down, scratching your knees and cutting yourself on a thorny bush. When you tried to get up, you noticed that your thigh burned as soon as you strained your muscles — you were trapped.

You cried for help, hoping that your beloved would soon hear it and carry you to safety. And somebody did find you. Not Killingham, not the dragon who was the only friendly face in all of Marie Geoise, but a monster. A disgusting, vile monster with shark teeth and demonic eyes.

You couldn’t breathe. Caught up in a dream not even your lungs could produce the smallest scream, all you could do was sob and move your lips uselessly, begging them to make a sound.

The beast sunk his teeth into your flesh — or was it just licking your wound? You couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter. You knew you were going to die if Killingham didn’t find you soon!

"Go … away!" You hissed out through your clenched teeth, trying to slap the demon.

A shock ran through the creature, it flinched and looked deep into your eyes, its heavy bottom lashes almost made it look soft. Human. That couldn’t be.

"But sweetheart, it's me," the demon told you and tore himself away from your bleeding wound.

"Don’t you dare call me that!" Your voice had finally returned, you screamed at the top of your lungs, loud enough for the birds to fly away.

The demon still hadn’t moved, he blocked any chance for you to get up and flee, kneeling right above your injured thigh. It tilted its head in confusion, eyes slowly turning watery. How dare this vile beast cry when you were the one who was being assaulted?

"Killingham!" You cried out for him, panic rising in your chest when he did not answer your call.

Where was he? Had he abandoned you?

"I'm right here! Darling, please," the demon pleaded, resting its filthy claws on your shoulders.

"You’re not my Killi! What did you do to him?" You snapped back with a growl.

That's when the beast must have realized something, because it slowly crawled backwards until you were free to sit up. It stared at its hands before throwing you a look of such deep sadness that you couldn’t bring yourself to scream at it again.

You were about to stand up on your wobbly feet when the beast got a hold of your wrist and pulled you towards it despite your struggle.

"Let me go!" You yelled through your tears.

"Let me explain! Please, I need you to calm down, I'm not a demon," it begged and held you tighter.

"Then what are you?!"

"Your Killi," the sharp toothed demon whispered and you paused your struggle.

"But- but … your face, your body, your- everything, I thought you were a dragon?"

The beast, supposedly your beloved Killingham, wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight. You managed to push him away just enough so you could study every feature on his face to make out if he was lying or not— why wouldn’t a demon try and deceive you?

"I am, well, partly," Killingham sighed and ruffled through his hair as if he was struggling to find an answer, "I should have told you when we met, but it's my zoan fruit that changes my body. When I'm not using my powers … I look like this."

Now that you were no longer fearing for your life, you let your eyes wander over his new form. It was unfamiliar, darker and much sharper than the serene dragon you had fallen in love with, but something about it was … strangely handsome. His dark hair complimented his yellow eyes, his shark teeth were no doubt dangerous, yet also fascinating and with his body being much shorter, you could easily kiss him.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" You mumbled in disbelief.

Killingham took your hand and placed it on his cheek, he hummed at the warmth. There was still a drop of your blood smeared across his lips.

"I was worried you would be scared of me, so scared that you’d run away and no longer wish to be mine," he confessed.

You scoffed lightly and rubbed his cheek affectionately.

"I'm not going to leave you," you assured him and his worried frown softened, "But next time you find me injured, perhaps you shouldn’t jump on me and drink my blood."

Killingham's face turned red at that, he was clearly embarrassed by what he'd done.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I don’t know what overcame me, I will never hurt you again."

A moment of silence passed by before you decided to forgive him. It was near impossible to resist his puppy eyes, wether they were big and round or sharp and half-hidden by long lashes. He picked you up, cradling you in his arms which were just as strong as always.

He carried you out of the forest and back to his home, where he went straight to the nearest bedroom and laid you down.

"Killi?" You whispered and he turned on his heel right when he was about to fetch you a doctor who could ease your pain.

"Yes?" He replied and hurried back to your side, falling to his knees so he could see eye-to-eye with you.

"Did … my blood taste good?" You asked and left him stunned.

"I- well, it's very savory and rich, I have never tasted anything like it. A slight hint of fruit mixed in, it was like I could taste everything I had fed you. Forgive me, dearest, but it's in my nature. This desire to eat-," he abruptly stopped himself before he continued, "To become one with you. If you don’t mind, I'd like to have another taste."

Something possessed you to nod and bare your neck for him, willingly, eager to feel his pointed tongue lapping at your wound again. Perhaps you were seeking another rush of adrenaline like the one you felt in the forest … or you simply wanted to satisfy his cravings like he always did for you. Either way, he accepted the invitation.

Killingham's fangs bit through your skin and soon he was on top of you again. Mounting you. Thrusting into your small body. Fucking you hard enough to make you forget about all fears and worries.

You gazed up at your dragon and fell in love with him once more.

Thanks for the request! I can’t properly express how much I adore Killingham, I am eagerly awaiting the next few manga chapters … I will be providing more Killi food too, of course. ♥️

[bimyouwrites]

જ⁀➴ Headcanon that Law has a habit of finding your pulse when you touch. Something about feeling the life in your body brings him immense comfort, knowing that day or night you were present, alive. Like while holding hands his fingers absentmindedly seek out your radial artery, pressing lightly to count the subtle pounding under your skin. While cuddling in bed his hands will reach under your shirt to feel your heart beat. Law may have difficulty verbalizing his love for you, but he always makes up for it through quiet contact.

[cerberus-bites]

I am here to yet again share my thoughts with you! So I know that Killingham is a yokai and that Japanese/Asian dragons are diffrent than those we see everywhere but let's indulge in my idea.

Becouse of this dragon part of him he suffer with stereotypical dragon issues that he refuse to admit, him hoarding gold and other expensive things? No of course not! He's just a collector who likes shiny and expensive things. (He lies to himself.) And for sure he isn't dressing his darling in ungodly amount of gold jewlery with rare gems that are so heavy she can't walk on her own and they make sounds with every tiny move she makes. It's not the dragon part of him! Everyone is just delusional! (Killi you can lie to yourself but not to us.)

[ Killingham x Fem! Reader ]

All that Glitters is Gold

💭| tags: possessiveness, established relationship, typical celestial dragon behavior, slightly yandere - blame it on the zoan fruit!

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Every Zoan fruit, wether it was mythical or not, came with its own unique arrangements of strengths and quirks. Some users succumbed to the instincts of the demon who possessed them, losing themselves during their awakening and turning into mindless animals. Weaklings, that's all they were and ever would be. Only a chosen few were capable of unlocking their full potential while keeping a firm grasp on their dignity.

Killingham believed himself to be one of those chosen few.

He had awakened his Qilin form many years ago, long before the two of you had met. In fact, the first time you had seen him, the knight was walking around with a long neck and dragon head. And yet, he prided himself on still being a noble man with his manners in tact.

This, however, couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Killingham had turned a blind eye to his strange behaviors. Whenever you pointed out how often he was bringing home shiny trinkets without a purpose simply to decorate the already full shelves, he denied that it had anything to do with his Zoan powers! He was being resourceful, yes, money could lose its worth but gold certainly never did.

You found it adorable to welcome him home, carrying a small bag he refused to open in front of your eyes, knowing that your husband had indulged in his hoarding tendencies again. This deep, insatiable desire to collect and own all that shimmers.

Going into the holy city with him was always a risk. Killingham swore up and down that he was planning to spoil you with dresses and nothing else, but when the two of you passed the jeweler and the Qilin caught a glimpse of an emerald necklace reflecting the sunlight, he couldn’t leave without it.

" … don’t you think I have enough necklaces? And bracelets? Not to mention all those rings," you gently nudged him, trying to snap Killingham out of his gold-induced stupor.

The knight scoffed at you as if he was deeply offended by your suggestion that he should buy his darling less.

"Oh no, dear, I insist. You certainly don’t have one with such a pretty emerald charm yet, it'll make your eyes shine,"Killingham told you with a big grin and dragged you into the store.

You ended up leaving the store with not just the emerald necklace, but three entire collections in gold, silver and platinum all adorned with rare jewels you had never seen before. The bags were too heavy for you to carry, so Killingham called for a carriage which brought you two home.

"Sweetheart," he purred and played with your hair while the slaves took their master's treasures to his trophy room, "I have a surprise for you."

Killingham's touch left you shivering, you buried your fingers in his golden mane as he bowed his head deeply so you could kiss him despite the steep size difference.

"A surprise? Killi don’t tell me it's-," you were promptly cut off by his gloved hand grabbing your throat.

While Killingham looked rather gentle in his dragon shape, almost serene like an ancient God of wisdom and patience, he was still a fearsome knight and a demon. Something dark and possessive flashed in his big eyes. He refused to let go of your neck until you closed your lips and he could be sure you wouldn’t try to speak over him again.

"Be a good girl and follow me, you will love it, I promise."

Unable to free yourself from his grasp, Killingham led you into your bedroom and ordered you to kneel on the bed with your eyes facing the large mirror hanging from the wall. You felt the urge to ask him again for an explanation, something that would quell your nervousness, but the Qilin was too busy rummaging through the closet.

With a pleased hum he picked up something small and black. He walked towards you with a light swing to his step, his excitement must have been getting the better of him.

"Don’t be afraid," he whispered, giving you ample reason to feel downright terrified at the sight of the satin blindfold dangling between his fingers like a bad omen. "This will come in handy to make sure your surprise isn’t … ruined."

"Please," you begged meekly, your words falling on deaf ears as Killingham put the blindfold over your eyes and your world turned to darkness.

"Stay here and don’t move," he reminded you, sparing you a single kiss on the tip of your nose before he left and let the door fall shut.

In his short absence you pondered over what he could possibly do to you. Last time Killingham had blindfolded you, he had brought you along to one of Sommers' private parties and taken you in front of all the other knights to show them that he had the prettiest wife of them all. In return, you refused to speak with him for an entire week, he was strong but crumbled eventually and apologized with chocolate, flowers and … gold.

Always more gold.

The door opened again. Killingham stepped inside, you heard the sound of his leather boots clicking over the marble floor, but there was something else — a metallic jingling, it was too delicate to be heavy chains that would tie you down but too loud to be a single necklace.

"Listen up, my lovely little human," Killingham ordered and scratched you beneath your chin as if you were a cat, "I'm going to undress you now, then, I'll put on your surprise. Understood?"

You nodded slowly.

"Tell me if you get cold, I will make the slaves light up the fireplace," his voice sounded so deeply caring that you dropped your guard and allowed him to push you down onto the mattress.

Killingham opened your blouse and pulled it over your arms, exposing your chest and the dark green lingerie you wore underneath. He nearly succumbed to the desire of fondling your breasts, but right when his finger touched your covered nipple, he pulled himself together and continued with your skirt. With a strong tug it slipped from your waist, your stockings followed right after. Killingham indulged himself by kissing your calves and rubbing his face against your thighs.

"You’re so beautiful, my most precious treasure," he praised you.

You were beginning to enjoy this 'suprise', with each worshipping kiss placed upon your skin you felt the heat inside your core rising. A faint moan escaped your lips and to your detriment, Killingham stopped.

"Now it's time for your gift," he announced.

Something cold touched your stomach causing you to flinch and squirm away from the unpleasant feeling. Your Qilin muttered something under his breath and pulled you back. Not even your low whines deterred him from spreading the cold metal over your abdomen and fumbling with some sort of clasp to attach it.

"It's cold," you mewled.

"Shhh, not for long," he shushed you instead of calling for the servants as he had promised.

Killingham took of your bra, your tits fell into his gloved palms and he gave them a good rub to get you in a better mood and satisfy his desires. The pleasant feeling lasted for a brief second before his warm hands were replaced with more chains. They were heavy, something must have been hanging from them, dangling around and pulling the soft flesh of your breasts down.

Your nipples both stood erect, every slight movement was both tantalizing and agonizing. Your knight sounded like he enjoyed your suffering, humming sweet melodies to himself, songs that he'd use to put you to sleep at night. It was the only logical assumption to make that this was his gift, not yours.

After draping you in what felt like skimpy chainmail armor, he placed something around your head and then stepped away to click his tongue, praising his own creation.

"Magnificent," he hissed, "I should have done this much earlier."

"Killingham?" A gentle reminder that you were still blindfolded and unaware of what was happening was probably a good idea.

"Ah, right, right! You deserve to take a look for yourself," he chuckled.

He took your hand and helped you to sit up, the weight of the chains increased and you moaned from the pressure. Your hopes of being freed from the blindfold dwindled when you heard Killingham hurrying away to grab something else. He carefully put a pair of earrings on you, they were just as uncomfortable as the rest of your outfit. A necklace followed, it felt familiar enough that you could identify it as the emerald one he had bought earlier.

" … that's it," he concluded and gave you a kiss before he removed the blindfold and let it sink to the ground.

When you looked into the mirror you were met with a view so incredibly obscene and gaudy that you needed to hold back your laughter, lest you upset the tall dragon gazing down at you.

"Aaaand-? Do you like it?" Killingham pressed, your silence made him visibly nervous.

You were dressed in a scandalous outfit made entirely out of gold, the cups holding your breasts were perfectly fitted and pushed your chest quite nicely. The 'belt' around your hips was decorated with shimmering rubies, a single piece of silk hanging down from it kept your pussy hidden. The chains turned out to be more gold with jewels hanging from them. It was a shameless display of wealth no single person should possess.

And yet, it was oddly fitting for the wife of a dragon who loved to flaunt his riches.

You let your fingers trace over the emerald on your necklace, your earrings matched perfectly.

"It's … nice," you admitted and smiled up at him.

"Nice? Don’t insult me," he scoffed and helped you stand up.

As soon as you got on your feet, the weight of the gold became unbearable and you fell into his arms. You couldn’t walk a single step without the chains and jewels clattering, if his intentions had been to make you entirely dependent on him, he had succeeded. As always.

"Are you still going to argue that this has nothing to do with your zoan fruit?" You asked him as you clutched his uniform for some balance.

"Nonsense, I'm no beast or slave to my instincts! This- … well, I just like gold," Killingham huffed, "Can’t I dress my darling properly? You’re a Goddess, not a slave! Everyone should know that."

You chuckled softly.

"Think you can fuck me in this outfit?" It was all you needed to say for your husband to throw you back down onto the bed and climb over you with his massive dragon body.

"You’re the only treasure I'd die for," Killingham murmured as he played with the jewels hanging from your tits.

In honor of Killingham returning to the manga soon, it's time to cook up some food for him and all the fans with ✨refined✨ taste for One Piece men. More will follow-

Thank you anon for your lovely ideas, they never fail to scratch my brain just right.

[redsshanks]

Is anyone planning on making a PJO/Riordanverse group rp? Or does anyone want to help me make one?

[redsshanks]

Could I get a romantic/comfort Jinbe please??? thank you!

i do apologize that this has taken so long, life was insanely hectic but i'm back and i hope you like this small jinbe fic! i've never written jinbe before so i hope i do him a little justice!

warnings: nothing

word count: 476

romantic comfort with jinbe & mermaid reader══▸

Your tail swayed back and forth in the water, the other Sun Pirates happy to be finally healing and celebrating your former captains going away. Former captain was a hard pill to swallow, Jinbe was more than your captain, he was everything. And he was leaving. You’d prepared yourself for it before, but after he stayed for the fight with Big Mom, your mind had tricked you. 

His eyes caught yours and you offered him a soft smile, Aladdin patting his shoulder and sending him over to you, assuring the man the rest of them would be fine. Your heart thundered in your chest when he stepped beside you, your hand quickly finding his. Keep him close while you had the chance. 

“So you’re leaving.” You attempted to smile but you knew it didn’t reach your eyes. “You know I’ll miss you right?” Letting your tail brush against his leg it hit you how much you would miss that. A casual touch with your captain, with the man you loved. The one who was leaving. A hand on his arm, your tail brushing against him without thinking.

It wasn't like your crew was cold, the sun pirates all cared about each other. Especially since Praline joined it was more common to see affection in the crew. But Jinbe was the captain and it was important to show him respect, so the moments where you were able to just swim by and touch him, you liked it.

His eyes were soft when he looked at you, the smile not fading from his face. “I’ll miss all of you. Especially you.” It was nice to hear that he felt that way, even if you already knew, it was nice to hear. “But this isn’t forever. Once I see Luffy become King of the Pirates I’ll come back to Fishman Island.” That was his goal, everyone knew but you’d been the one to pretend it didn’t exist. “And back to you.” His webbed fingers caressed your jaw.

Warmth spread through you, you had to believe him. He’d come back to you, he’d come back and help make Fishman Island truly part of the world, he’d help make fishmen and mermaids finally be seen as equals to the rest of the world.

And you'd be proud to be the lover of the man who did that.

Holding onto his top you pulled him close and pressed your lips against his, “You’ll come back the most infamous Helmsman in the world.” You hadn’t missed Monkey D. Luffy declaring he’d become King of the Pirates. Jinbe being on his crew would be an honor if it actually happened.

Jinbe believed. So you would too. It was easy to follow him. Even if you’d miss him this was what he wanted. You would be proud of him. You’d be proud to be his. 

[redsshanks]

Realizing I never posted the Jinbe prompt that I’ve been done with and have had sitting in my drafts…..

[redsshanks]

Being told I write Shanks well is the biggest complement I could get!

[redsshanks]

The next request coming up is some Jinbe fluff! If you have any requests send them in!

[redsshanks]

Heck im a sucker for how you write the red hair pirates. So i have a new request for you to try out if you want to! Shanks, Beckman and Hongo with a reader who gets hit with a devil fruit attack and pass out and the only way to wake em up is a true loves kiss and when reader wakes up they say something like "theres those beautiful eyes i love."

Thank you so much! The Red Hair pirates mean everything to me and I'm glad you like how I write them. I did change the line a few times but I hope you still like it! I apologize this one took so long!

warnings: nothing

word count: varies from section to section

"TRUE LOVES KISS" TROPE WITH SHANKS, BECKMAN AND HONGO══▸

Pain was the last thing you remembered, a shock through your body, your limbs feeling like led and fire burning through your veins. Then nothing. No pain, no noise, nothing but darkness. Time passed, you could feel the time passing by, but you couldn’t do anything about it. Laying in the darkness, accepting that this was how time would pass.  Until warmth spread over you, your lips feeling it first as the rest of your body started to respond. Fingers twitching, smell and touch coming back. The feeling of something soft under your back, life filling your body once again…

Your eyes fluttered open, there was light, but not as much as you expected. Instead there was a shadow over you, red hair in your eyes and a warm hand on the top of your head. There was only one person who would hold you like this. Slowly your hand moved to the top of his head, fingers gently running through his hair. 

Shanks jerked, his hand moving to hold your face, “You’re awake.” His eyes scanned your face, barely held back tears in his eyes. He kissed you, again, his forehead resting against yours. Had it been him? The pressure against your lips, had he kissed you? His hand ran over your face, tracing your lips and cheekbones. “There are those eyes I love.”

The words spread warmth through your body, they were so simple but hearing it from him. You loved it, the warmth in his eyes. “Hi.” Your voice was rough when you finally managed to speak, trying to clear your throat but you struggled. 

He quickly moved, pouring water from the pitcher that was sitting on the end table behind you. You took in the room, the medical bay, you were surprised that Hongo wasn’t the one here, but as much as you cared for your friend and crew mate, seeing your lover was marginally the better thing to wake up to. 

When he handed you the water you finally got a proper look at him, his eyes looked tired, his beard rough overgrown. He looked ragged. How long had you been asleep? There was no way for you to know unless you asked. But you were still trying to fully wake up, focus on more than just the man in front of you. 

“You shouldn’t talk too much. You should rest now. Right?” He ran his hand through his hair, “Fuck I’m not a doctor I don’t know.” Reaching out you ran your hand over his face, fingers brushing over the bottom of his scar.

He let his head fall against your shoulder, “I’m okay.” You were still quiet but your throat felt better. “You can stay with me when Hongo comes back, right? So you’ll hear everything I do.” Running your fingers through his hair he nodded against your shoulder. “We’ll both be okay.” 

After the pressure on your lips, the first thing you could really sense was the smell of cigarette smoke. Beckman. You knew the smell, it was permeated into everything around him, to some it was an awful smell. But to you it meant love. Strange now that you stayed away from the smell before. 

Opening your eyes you looked at him, he was standing in the middle of the room. Calm on the outside but one look at the ashtray next to your bed, you knew he was a mess inside. The tenseness of his shoulders, the pacing, it was all clear to you that he was stressed. As well as you knew it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for it. 

It was technically because of you. 

“Got one for me?” You tried to joke, the slight laughter turning into a cough as you tried to sit up, your throat was too dry for that but you’d not been paying attention. Too happy to finally be awake. Alive. 

Beckman was at your side instantly, his hand rubbing your back and other putting his cigarette out in the ashtray. “Breath baby.” Usually his pet names were teasing, but this was sincere. His face was still, stoic but you could read him like a book. His eyes said everything. 

Finally your breathing slowed down, the coughing and chest pains starting to fade as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” Why you felt the need to apologize you didn’t know, you’d worried him, you’d probably worried all of them. But it wasn’t your fault. It had to have been a devil fruit. Turning your head you looked at him, “Did anyone else get hurt?” 

His eyes closed and he leaned back into you, “Don’t apologize, no one else got hurt we were just worried about you.” Beckman held you close, his arms tightening around you before he let you go. Looking at you, eyes roaming over your face, making sure he was really seeing you, that you were awake. “It’s good to see those eyes.” You smiled, still aching to fall back into him but letting him look over you. “You have no idea how much I love them.”

Your eyes weren’t something he usually talked about, but you understood. If he’d been asleep for… however long, you’d have missed seeing him look at you too. You were unconscious and even now you missed him holding you. 

Reaching out you took his hand, “Please just stay with me for a little while. I just want to be here with you.” He didn’t say anything but he moved closer, letting you lean on him again. Later you’d worry about any health effects, but right now this was everything. 

There was a weight on the side of the bed, a bit of pressure on your side but it was comfortable. After so long of not feeling anything you welcomed it more than you ever had before. Opening your eyes you stared at the ceiling above you. It was so bright compared to the darkness you’d been stuck in. 

You had to do something. Moving was harder than you expected when you moved your hand to whatever was on the bed with you. Fingers barely touching hair before the thing, person, jerked back. Hands quickly grabbing your arm, fingers on your pulse. 

There was no stopping the small laugh, “I’m alive Hongo.” There was no one else who would move so fast to check your pulse, caring about your health rather than hugging you. Not that you could blame him, he was a doctor and you’d been completely unconscious for… you didn’t actually know how long. 

As soon as he was done checking your pulse he moved up to your face, hands gentle on your face as he looked at your eyes. You tried to catch his but they were still scanning yours, making sure everything was okay. Eventually he’d calm down and you’d reach for him and he’d let you. He’d hold you and you’d be able to take comfort in that. 

But with him you had to take comfort in this. He was a doctor and by the look of him, he’d hardly been away from you. If you argued and told him to calm down it wouldn’t work, it was part of why you loved him. His dedication to everyone. 

Eventually his head fell to your shoulder, “I didn’t know what to do.” He muttered, “You just… nothing worked.” His hand held tightly to yours, vulnerable in ways he didn’t show others. Not even his crewmates. Slowly he raised his head, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “I’ve never been happier to see your eyes.” 

As hard as you tried to hold them back you couldn’t stop the tears from welling in your eyes, “I’m so sorry.” His hands were on your face, “I shouldn’t have gotten hurt. I should have been more careful.” You hated that you got caught off guard, you’d made everything a mess. You were new to the crew, hell you were only here because of Hongo. 

“Don’t do that.” He shook his head, “None of us saw that coming, not even Shanks.” It wasn’t that easy, just accepting how you’d let them all down. “You didn’t do anything wrong, everyone gets hurt.” 

Not everyone made their doctor boyfriend panic so much. The state of his infirmary was a mess, something he’d never have let happen if he was thinking straight. Hongo looked at you, daring you to contradict him. But anything you said would make you feel worse and insult his abilities. And it was the last thing you wanted.

“Thank you.” Tears started falling, unable to stop the tears. “I don’t want to let you down.” You should have been stronger, but hearing him say that. As hard as it was to move your body you moved to him, wrapping your arms around his chest. Happy even with the crying because again you could feel something. 

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I'm working on writing the prompt i have to work on right now just isn't connecting with me but I don't give up!

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Tomorrow should at least have a new Shanks, Beckman and Hongo works up! Maybe some Jinbe if I have time!

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Hey there, Tasha! My name is Asher! I love your blog! I was wondering if you could do a “his love” headcanon for Sabo, Ace and Law from one piece please? Thank you for your time!

Hello Asher, you're my first ask!! So glad to have you around and thank you so much for showing interest in the first place. I hope you like this one (✿◠‿◠) [Disclaimer: I'm in the middle of Dressrosa right now, so I don't know Sabo that well yet. But I tried my best to do him justice based on the flashbacks and the bits of info🫡]

His Love Is...

feat. SABO, ACE and LAW

SABO

…authentic.

Sabo is someone who’s had to grow up quick, standing up for what he believes in from a young age. He challenges the status quo and is a rebel through and through, someone who yearns for a better world, true justice and lasting peace. He is intelligent, loyal to a fault and never backs down from a fight – if anything, he’s likely to seek it out, just to please the perfectionist pacifist in him. He was meant to be someone who lives a life of luxury and excess, but he deliberately chose to become a notorious criminal to give a voice to those who’d been long silenced. In fact, he’d rather not live at all than sit idly by and watch the oppressed struggle. Sabo has a strong moral compass and an even stronger sense of justice, which makes him highly protective. He may seem aloof at first because he doesn’t open up quite as easily, but you’ve somehow wormed your way inside his heart and now you wouldn’t budge. On some days, when being with you has become such a huge part of who he is, which he is eternally grateful for, he remembers a time without you and it is rather bleak, in his opinion. You stimulate him in ways that make him yearn for you all the time… especially when he’s busy. You engage in conversation with him, you are steadfast in your own beliefs and wouldn’t trade your own principles for anything in the world, while, at the same time, you’re so… real. You have your flaws, but you’re perfect for him. After all, you cope with his darkest thoughts and tell him that he’s your love, too, don’t you? You’re his other half, his better half… his stronger half. Whenever the world is too much to handle, when times get rough, when he questions why he does all of this in the first place, well,… he sees you appear in his mind like a vision. Sabo wants to create a future you’d be proud to live in, no matter how hard it’s going to be.

You deserve to be liberated.

ACE

…forever.

Ace never expected to end up in a relationship; he really wasn’t looking for one! He’s way too tortured and self-critical to believe that anybody could ever love him when he doesn’t love himself either. He is a good soul, friendly with everyone and charismatic enough to keep any conversation flowing, but he certainly doesn’t consider everyone a friend. Showing vulnerability and revealing who he really is has become a great factor of shame for him, for he’s had a lifetime of mockery, disbelief, fear and ridicule behind him – his biological father may be gone, but the stain of his legacy remains a point of great frustration for Ace. He doesn’t like talking about that part of his past, but he… he really likes you. So he talks about his brothers, about Dadan, how he was a bit of a gremlin – he projects a childhood filled with happiness and adventure. He wants to get closer to you, but doesn’t trust himself to not scare you away with the depths of his despair. You’ve seen glimpses of it and cared for him during those times, it was blissful… but he was certain that he was taking advantage of your kindness, that has to be it! You just… you saw someone worth of your affection when in reality Ace thought he was just deceiving you. Naturally though, you tell him about your childhood in return, and he listened to it all. The good bits, the bad ones, and those that made your eyes water. That broke him, Ace immediately knew that he had to be honest with you, out of respect for your sincerity and the sanctity of your friendship. You cried for him that night, just because he’d already shed too many tears throughout the years to properly express himself… and he knew that he had found his soulmate. Not because you listened to him and reacted neutrally, but solely because you saw worth in someone who had already abandoned himself and dedicated his life to his crew. That promise still stands, but now he wants to see the world with you, he wants to make you smile and watch as you thrive. You’ll forever be shielded from harm and maybe – just maybe – he’ll feel content just being who he is when you’re with him. You gave him yet another purpose, now he’s actively trying to get better… your belief is his greatest source of inspiration.

You deserve to be treasured.

LAW

…omnipresent.

You deserve to be here.

People silently judge him when he passes by. A cold, ruthless pirate whose cruelty knows no limit. His abilities, as impressive as they may be, scare people. They steer absolutely clear of his path… and his attitude doesn’t help. Law doesn’t trust people easily, harbouring deep thoughts about conspiracy and death deep within him. His life has been hard, but he thinks that he’s doing fine. He’d rather be laser-focused on his goal than get distracted and become sloppy. But… you are a distraction. He knows he isn’t exactly light-hearted, but you are one of the few people – aside from some fellow crew mates that know him well enough to have the guts to tease him – to not look at him with apprehension. Your eyes sparkle around him, and you walk by his side with your head held high. It may not seem like you are a couple, because he isn’t exactly the most affectionate, but his deep critical thinking and intelligence absolutely make him one of the most romantic people out there, even if it’s subtle. Yes, it is not obvious, but whenever it concerns you, every actions drips with love. It’s ubiquitous, always there and it’s like a secret code between you two – A connection so deep that not even disapproving glances could sever the tie that keeps you together. You cared enough to understand him, unravel his mind with him as your guide. Every aspect, none of it was too taboo or too unsettling. You’re intelligent enough to not make excuses for his mistakes, but when times are rough, you’re there to tell him that it is okay and that it is always going to be okay. And… he believes you. With anybody else, he’d shoo them away and work on more back-up plans, but he believes in your judgement… because you’ve never judged him. You’re the only one he trusts with his heart and dreams. Besides, having you near eases most of his worries. And in privacy, you have all of him – the man who distrusts the world and the man who wishes to give you the world. And in those moments, you see someone deeply hurt, in need of love and someone so light and free… rumours would never believe the version of Law you knew by heart.