𝜗ৎ one piece x reader: their favorite kinds of kisses
part one here
𓍢ִ໋❀ sabo is a reckless, impulsive, and cocky bitch and you swear you hate him for it. and when he finally returns to base you explode at him for jeopardizing the plan and going off on his own before confessing he worried you. every time you start he'll shut you up with an overconfident smile and a kiss straight on your lips. and every time you forgive him.
𓍢ִ໋❀ imu may be the cold and ruthless king of the world, but he's also the biggest yearner in one piece. everything he does has always been for you. all he wants is to create a paradise in which only the two of you exist, even if it means flooding the rest of the world. he holds you close in the flower room he built for you, kissing you with calculated precision, masking the desperation to hold to close for eternity.
𓍢ִ໋❀ koby lives for praise, yours especially. and when you compliment him he'll get all flustered - he's so cute it hurts. you can't help but kiss his cheek in response and watch as his composure completely shatters.
𓍢ִ໋❀ nami only likes one thing over money: teasing you. and after beating you in monopoly five times in a row (she cheated), she requires compensation, namely a passionate makeout session.
𓍢ִ໋❀ mihawk loves early morning walks around the castle garden with you, keeping your fingers entangled in his. and when you two sit down on the bench to admire the garden's beauty, all he can think is how it exists only to accentuate yours. he cups your face in his hand a leans in, planting a soft peck on your lips while telling you how your radiance must make the flowers wilt with envy and other corny praises.
𓍢ִ໋❀ fujitora is unfortunately blind, but also has some of the keenest observation haki displayed by an admiral. only with you does he allow himself to keep his guard down and finally relax. it also gives you the opportunity to surprise him and randomly start peppering kisses all over his face. he'll get so startled and tell you his heart can't handle it, but he'll never tell you to stop.
part two finally here ive been so busy w school and soccer and stuff and i feel like a cornball whenever im writing
imu was written off like two panels i alr know its gonna be out of character in like a chapter
Warnings :- Fluff and cuteness from the boys, Akainu doesn't want to show that he's greatful, Fujitora being the wholesome man that he is T°T, Kizaru is just smitten, Garp being Garp, Aokiji being Aokiji, Bonus character ;)
Plot :- What better way than to visit your partner than to bring them a special lunch you made!
A/N :- Before ANYONE says anything about Green Bull, I have yet to meet him, I'm in Wano but still in the rising climax of it!! (I adore Sasaki to no end oml)
🌋 For starters- yes he's appreciative of you bringing lunch for him, the thing is- he's a grouchy to showing it
🌋 Keeping work and home wildly separated due to how he carries himself at each place, though jokes are shared that he's just as stuck up at home as he is at work
🌋 However you, his loving partner, would say otherwise to his behavior
🌋 Now what exactly had u brought him? A delicious bento that was carefully put together of his favorites along with some interesting shaped rice balls!
🌋 Receiving the meal from you was him being unbelievably stiff, he was at least able to mutter out a thank you, be it sounding begrudgingly-
🌋 The rice balls- they were in the shape of a hound dogs! A play on his code name, adorable and delectable all in one
🌋 The only problem he had with it was when he was trying to eat, alone and in peace, Kizaru had seen the cutesy lunch and wasn't leaving him alone
🌋 Was sure to tell you about the whole ordeal and to let him know next time when you decide to drop by with such a lunch
🌋 If it upsets you he won't really say sorry, but he will invite you to have lunch with him, IF- you promise to not make his lunches so cutesy again
🌋 You don't keep it, he takes lunch one day and next thing you know right in front of Sengoku he sees the same dog rice balls and so does his boss (he never lives it down now)
Kizaru
✨ He's so lax about the whole idea itself, you bringing him lunch? How sweet of you~
✨ He me as someone who isn't really picky about what you bring or pack him, plus you get really excited when you do so, how could he deny you?~
✨ Loves when you come in to see him and bring both yours and his lunch with you
✨ Happily just starts cooing about how you're so sweet to him, pulls you into his lap if he's sat at his desk so you can eat with him
✨ Your hearing his hum of delight every so often, he loves your cooking, if you can't cook he still eats it just to see your happy face
✨ Anytime you bring him lunch you're eating it in either his office, outside at the docks or training grounds, or on a balcony
✨ You theme his lunch? How adorable of you, opening his bento you made while you talk about your day, a languid smile crosses his face
✨ Monkey shaped rice balls, the amount of detail you put into them almost makes him almost not want to eat them
✨ Tries to share the lunch you made him with you even when you have your own, if he sees something he likes he'll ask for a bit and let you pick out of his if you see something you wanna eat too
✨ Y'all feed each other your lunch half the time, along with eating both of each other's lunches, its both your lunches, not just one
Aokiji
🧊 Your walking with Koby, chatting about how your days are when you finally find Aokiji in a lounge room
🧊 He's asleep, per usual, thanking Koby as he heads off to leave you with the ice admiral, thankfully waking him wasn't bad this time
🧊 He's sleepily staring at you while wondering when and how long you've been here, takes forever to sit up, but once he does he's a bit more awake at least
🧊 It was nice to see him while at work, Sengoku was nice about it too, striking up some conversation with you at times
🧊 Aokiji is typically busy, so being able to sit and have lunch with him was a treat in itself, especially with his sleepy voice to add to it
🧊 Eats anything you give him, he doesn't complain about food often, to focused on just eating what ever delectable is in front of him
🧊 Well met with his lunch being themed around penguins, the rice balls were quite the sight and quite the munch too
🧊 Thanking you before, during, and after he eats, he likes his cold foods, but you bringing him his lunch with hot soba? He's keening for the rest of the day
🧊 Is sure to smother you after he eats, his arm around your waist waiting for you to finish yourself before you dragged onto his chest
🧊 He splays out on the couch that seemed to small for him, you nestled into his side, not moving from his grasp as he lazily runs his hand up and down your back, it was a great nap to say the least
Fujitora
☄️ The most damn adorable admiral there is, he's so sweet and kind
☄️ It's hard to not want to help him, he's skilled in his years of being blind, but it's just the both of you not wanting to say no to the other
☄️ Bringing him lunch is always a fun experience, he's shook every time you do, even if he can hear your distinct footsteps it still gets him
☄️ He loves noodles, so instead of making a lunch based around him? You put some elbow grease into making homemade ramen or soba for him
☄️ They say when you loose one sense your others heighten, it's very true for Issho, I mean he can comfortably walk around your flat without his stick sword
☄️ You prep the night before, while making dinner you take a little longer so you can get things ready for tomorrow morning, even slightly avoiding Issho's questions on what you up too
☄️ The work and wait is worth it, meeting him suddenly on his walk, (you had to bribe Kizaru to help you with Sakazuki to even have lunch) he's surprised that your met with his blinded eyes staring back at you as you tell him you brought lunch to enjoy together
☄️ You sit outside under a nice shaded area as you hand the bowl to him and set your own, watching him carefully with a smile as he ate
☄️ God he loves you, bringing him his favorite dish? OH- you made his favorite food? He's smitten, praising you with almost every bite he takes
☄️ Landing a kiss on your forehead with practiced ease, he thanks you tremendously for the meal and promises to return the favor 10 times over, what a big sweetheart he is 💜
Garp
🐶 His sweet sweet partner, how you've tolerated him for so long over the years was beyond most that worked with Garp
🐶 Not to mention how you deal with his appetite, he eats like a bottomless pit, something him and his grandkids all seemed to share
🐶 Being well versed in this over the years, you've had the experience to know that if your bringing him lunch, it's going to be a lot and portioned heartily
🐶 Food is a way to his heart that's for sure, adores your cooking and makes you try what he's eating even if you already have, he just needs you to know how much he enjoys it
🐶 Honey laced buns and bee themed beef rice balls with a massive side of other foods, he has a big smile while he crushes you in a hug and a thank you kiss to your temple
🐶 He's not opposed to sharing the food, but it's rather you that tells him to eat his fill, he does every time, not a thing left behind in his monstrous appetites wake
🐶 Brings the dishes home and does them and any others you used that haven't been washed yet, gotta return the favor somehow with the amazing food you make him
🐶 Your joined by Sengoku when you do bring Garp lunch, the two being friends after all, sometimes you bring him one or feeding into his rice cracker addiction
🐶 Your both typically sat in the dinning hall or his office, he's not really picky about where he eats, but he wants to sit down at some point, so having set places to go to make that a shorter wait
🐶 He returns the favor, brings you lunch at times or invites you out to lunch that he covers the price of, thankfully- the bill runs high normally, but this time it wasn't coming out for your pocket
Bonus
Smoker
🌪️ Another difficult man to take lunch too
🌪️ He's actually very grateful when you bring him lunch, he enjoys it, he doesn't enjoy having his men witness his softness with you
🌪️ Smokers day is typically boring as is, he's surrounded by dunces and constantly keeping an eye on Tashigi's clumsy butt, it takes more of a mental toll than a physical one
🌪️ It's a nice surprise at times when he finds out in his office, food set out on the table while you greet him in
🌪️ Opens both his windows if it's nice out so that he can at least keep one of his cigars lit if he still doesn't have an appetite yet
🌪️ When he does have his appetite hit him, he's putting his cigar out whilst talking to you, unaware of the whole little theme you put into your lunches
🌪️ Sits next to you, planting a kiss to your cheek and a soft thank you meeting your ears before he starts to eat
🌪️ About 2 bites in he finally noticed how the rice balls you made are shaped like Clouds, the more he thought about it was the moment he let an amused snort leaves him
🌪️ Your poking at him and laughing while trying to get him to admit that he enjoyed the spin you took on the lunch
🌪️ Just when you think you've got him, his smile clear and his own challenged look, Tashigi walks in and stumbles upon sight... You're not allowed to bring him lunch for awhile after that
In which the old men (Fujitora, Brook, Jinbe) find out you (top male reader) think they're sexy. Suggestive. 1646 words total.
Fujitora
Fujitora walks around the marine base, feeling stressed once again about the warlords. He’d argued once again about them to Akainu, and once again was shot down. “What a ridiculous problem, to be relying on pirates that we’re supposed to be punishing while they hurt the civilians we’re meant to be protecting.” He grumbles angrily, stopping when he hears voices and clanging of equipment. He’s where the new marines train. This is a good opportunity, these are the future of the marines. If they’re doing well there’s hope for this corrupt system. Before he walks to them he remembers something. ‘I did see one the other day but he looked nervous.. I am an admiral, I should keep myself hidden so as to not disturb them.’ However, contrary to his beliefs, they aren’t just training.
“So, Captain Tashigi.” One of them mentions while dueling another.
“Right!?” The second blocks an attack. “She’s totally cool but with the cute side is out of this world. I’d imagine her squirming, kissing her up and down.”
“If we’re getting that kinky I still think Vice Admiral Hina is the best, her mature sexy charm is great. The kind of girl that would step on you for getting hard. Ahh i’d do anything to be in her unit~” The third one sighs dreamily while lifting weights.
‘This is rather inappropriate talk, but I suppose they are young… At least they’re still moving.’ He may not be able to see but he can sense their movements. The group turns to you.
“What about you?” They all ask and you hesitate.
“Uh well, it’s a guy.” You’re anxious but that seemingly makes them more interested.
‘It’s good to see diversity.’ Fujitora thinks to himself, pleased.
“Really!? Then who is it? Captain Smoker is cool, is that your kinda guy? He could be dominating.” The second one suggests while the other two nod.
“I’m a top, though.” You clarify and they look confused, not being able to think of a higher up that could ever be bottomed.
“Whaat, really?”
“All the guys here are rough though. Who is it?” You hesitate more but eventually answer.
“Uh.. Admiral.. Fujitora.” All of them freeze.. including said Admiral Fujitora hiding less than 20 feet away.
“WHAT!?” One screams and you cover his mouth.
“Dude shut up you’re gonna get us running laps.” You panic. Fujitora slowly starts to realize your voice is familiar. You’re the newbie that he met the other day, the one that looked nervous. He had assumed it was because he was too high up as an admiral it was scaring you. When he thinks back you did feel more.. shy than scared.
“What is even the appeal of that? He’s huge and not cute at all, plus he’s old and wrinkly.”
‘They don’t have to be that rude…’ He feels a little hurt now.
“I think he’s cute.” Before another guy can scream you cover his mouth. “Hear me out!” You clear your throat. “He’s got this vibe that’s so.. untouchable. Like even thinking sinful thoughts of him will get lightning shooting down at you. That sort of taboo feeling is hot.. plus I think he’s sexy. Sure he’s old but he’s handsome.”
“You’re a top though.. what about him is.. ugh..” In a way he’s also wondering that. Untouchable, taboo, is that true? Such an odd way to put it.
“I like that he’s tall, a tall person is hot to fuck since you can easily access their chest, there’s so much to grab. Plus being ridden is hot since you’ve got that weight on you.”
‘Sexual very quickly..’
“Plus he can be cute. He’s always wearing that long sweater turtleneck thing and kimono, when I think about slowly slipping it off or sliding my hand underneath while he’s nervous it-” You’re interrupted by a hand over your mouth.
“Okay stop talking.” A guy quickly interrupts you, turning pale and nauseous at the imagery while Fujitora’s jaw drops. “Please.”
“I thought we were giving out wants, why am I the weird one!?” You pull the hand off and the guy shakes his head slowly.
“Not weird.. just.. ugh.. well none of us have to be worried about you with tastes like that.”
“Still it’s...” Your voice gets quieter as the admiral turns and starts to quickly leave.
“I’ve heard something I was not supposed to.” He mumbles to himself, face red.
Brook
“I was quite popular, yes. Mostly with women, but there were men too.” Brook chats to you about his life back when he was human, the two of you sitting at the aquarium bar. “Though none of that has happened now.”
“Weren’t you popular as a star during the two years, though?” You remember seeing girls swoon and scream his name when he would get on stage.
“I was. But not for my looks. Women tend to be more romantic so it’s easy to charm them if you’re a true gentleman. For men, well, they’re visual creatures.” He leans back against the couch, throwing his head back. “Though that also includes me yohohoho!”
“I think you’re still handsome.” He stops laughing and looks at you.
“You’re very kind (Y/n)-san.” His voice is soft. “A romantic man, are you?”
“No, that’s not it. I mean, you’re.. hot.” Brook tilts his head.
“Oh? My bones?”
“I know you’re just bones but you’re elegant, and when you go rock and roll you’re.. sexy.” It’s hard to explain, especially when you’re trying to censor yourself.
“You’re attracted to bones, a bit concerning for you.” He points out and you sigh. “But I can’t say that doesn’t make me happy, even if it makes no sense.”
“I think it does, I think you’re lewd.” You mumble and he jolts.
“Eh?” He stares at you. “Seriously?”
“Did I say too much?” He quickly shakes his head and motions for you to continue. “You know, like, lewd. The way you pose and the way your afro frames your skull. That one time you forgot to button your pants and they slid down to show a bit of pelvis, it was sexy. It makes someone want to grab you, move you around.”
“EH!?” He stares at you in shock, his jaw dropped. If he had eyes they’d be twinkling.
“Okay i went too far that time.” Brook’s mind runs at a million miles an hour. you actually think that? Is his skeleton lewd? Do you mean he’s thinking when you mentioned “moving him around”?
“Yohoho!? Your youth is shocking (Y/n)-san!” He puts his hands on his cheekbones, shining from the, frankly sexual, compliments. “I’m blushing! Though I have no skin or blood to blush with!” He stands up to spin around. He’s happy. You want to see him happier, though you’re embarrassed.
“I don’t think I’m the only one, you’ve got charm. You could give plenty of guys bone-rs” You nervously joke, immediately regretting it. He doesn’t seem deterred though, instead getting close to you.
“Including you?” He asks and you falter.
“N-No, uh..” Your eyes swim around, trying to find a way out of this. Brook can sense your panic, it means you have.
“Yoho!” He jumps up, hitting the ceiling.
Jinbe
You sip tea, speaking about different topics with Jinbe while other crewmates are out to explore the island. He puts down his teacup and sighs with contentment. “I do appreciate you staying to speak with me but did you not want to go out with the others?”
“Ah.. well.. I mean islands are everywhere, right?” You did want to explore, but this is a prime chance to be alone with Jinbe.
“You seemed rather excited to go though, you don’t need to stay with me if you think I’m going to be lonely. You should be with young men your age.” He clears his throat. “Especially since you seemed rather.. frustrated this morning.” You flinch, he’s talking about when you unknowingly walked out of the cabin with morning wood. “You could find a man here to help with that.”
“That’s…”
“No need to be shy about it.” He says that but he also looks nervous, he must be holding it in so he can help you. “It’s a natural thing.” You still look tense and he tries to joke to lighten the mood. “Being with an old man like me won’t help you!” He lets out a hearty laugh.
“Well I wouldn’t say that..” You mumble before you can stop yourself and he pauses. “Ah.. er..” You messed up,
“So you go the meditation route, that is a way to calm it.” but he misunderstood. You should be glad, ecstatic even, but the fact he went to that instead of you finding him attractive is ticking you off.
“I could’ve meant that you’re attractive.” You lightly suggest and he hums.
“Could’ve been, but I’m not the typical want of someone.” He pats his belly to make a point.
“Are you saying you’re not attractive?” You’re getting more ticked off now.
“Well I’m not insecure but especially for your age you’d be-”
“You’re sexy though.” You interrupt him with a firm statement.
…
“Me?” He says after a pause. His cheeks are slightly tinted red, something like “handsome” would’ve been nice but being called sexy is shocking. He laughs again. “Well I didn’t expect that.”
“You are! You’ve got a charm and a nice body. I think it’s super sexy. I could.. I mean.. uh, well I won’t go into it but you’re definitely very tempting.” You’re adamant even if your confidence is starting to wear off, trying not to go overboard. He does get the hint though, and that hint quickens his heart. He puts his cup to his mouth, suddenly looking a bit shy.
“You’ve got interesting tastes then.” Now the both of you are flustered. “Thank you.”
I know its not four and i usually post then but im too excited and i mean its only an houe difference so does it really matter :p. Enjoy tho :D
Warning: OOC(?), Lightly Suggestive, not proofread
(Hello! Happy new years! I made new years kissing hcs with the admirals and the cipher pol men, both are messy, but I hope you enjoy!)
🌋Sakazuki🌋
this man is stoic and doesn’t believe in the meaning of kissing on new years, but will do it if his partner pesters him enough. Smoking his cigars and it’s all you smell on his breath as you two share a long, but shallow kiss in the privacy of his home on new years.
✨Borsalino✨
Smooth MF, this man teases them about it, but actually finds it really sweet and heartwarming, but he doesn’t show it of course. He goes drinking with them or just a nice waltz around the festival eating the food before sharing a sweet smooch as fireworks (may or may not be provided by him himself) go off in the sky.
☄️Issho☄️
Absolute sweetheart. This man smiles and flushes lightly at the mention of it and agrees to it. He spends an intimate date with his partner, even if it’s just eating ramen together in the privacy of their own shared living space, listening to the fireworks as he softly kisses you, talking about how he doesn’t need to see the fireworks when you make him feel like they’re going off in his chest with the kiss.
🌳Aramaki🌳
(Was told this was the most OOC! Sorry aramaki fans)
This guy doesn’t believe in the meaning of the kiss either, and most likely will only do it reluctantly. He wants to spend the night drinking and working to get on his boss’s good side, but carves a bit of time to spend with his partner to celebrate the new years. He gives a kiss on the cheek or a short kiss, but if he’s drunk he’s giving a heated passionate kiss, and nothing shorter.
❄️Kuzan❄️
lazy, but will kiss you if you bug him enough. He spends most of his day/celebrating drinking and sleeping. But he’s staying close to you for the entirety of it. Come the time you wake him up from his nap with a kiss, he’ll sleepily return it before asking you to go to bed with him, because he’s exhausted and wants you in his arms as you guys watch the fireworks out your bedroom window.
💥~☆ One of my fav admirals that I dont see much appreciation for in fanfics. I do love the admirals, especially Borsalino, Tsuru and Garp. Their so funky and funny.
- Ever since you had first met Fujitora, you had been charmed by the admirals calming yet cheeky presence, whether it be meditating by the ocean...or gossiping about your coworkers,
- Fujitora never had the time to learn braille, how, he did know morse code from when he was younger,
- Every time that you two are at the betting pools or casinos, whether it be in marineford HQ or some random island, you would quietly tap out in morse code exactly what cards you could see, barely anyone paid any attention when you did look at their cards, after all, they knew you couldn't talk, but they were either too stupid or too prideful to think that you couldn't communicate in other ways,
- Issho won a lot of money at the casinos, even without your cheating advantage added, and when you did help him win big? The marine admiral treated you to a local soba or gyoza spot,
- Because of Issho's sight loss, he compensates for not being able to see you, by being able to feel you, gentle touches across your face as you guided his hands to map out your features,
- Whenever hed ask questions about the colour of your eyes, or clothes? You'd tap the response out on his wrist, tracing the patterns of the veins on his hands or pressing soft kisses to his jaw,
- You would always wear the same perfume/cologne to make sure that he always could tell when you walked in the room, or when you were beside him,
- Issho always appreciated how you never babied him due to his sight loss. Many people do not understand that blindness is a spectrum and with the additive of haki?, most of what others would call a disadvantage had actually benefitted his fighting abilities, being able to hear his opponents much easier. He may not be able to see, but he had trained his observation haki immensley and could get around just fine, sometimes he used his sheathed sword in areas that were completely unfamiliar to him,
- The best part though? Was when Issho would speak the words that you could not, and honestly? You got them both in trouble quite a lot, but it was very funny, and due to the sheer amount of pirates that were present in this era? They couldn't fire either of you,
Borsalino often betted in meetings how fast it would take your quiet silence to tick off Akainu. The hotheaded red dog had really been on his whicks end. Though since Ryogyoku and Kizaru were stupid enough to put a timer on how long it would take Issho to translate and speak your words to turn this meeting to shit? You and Iasho would simply stall until the estimated time was over, and then Fujitora would speak your mind and provide your feedback in meetings.
Only for you both to collect the berri's at the end of the meeting from your coworkers and then proceed to either eat a meal or try your luck with the dice rolls once again.
Reader is in a quiet moment with someone they're close to, when those three little words slip out before they realize it.
Characters:
Beckman
Issho "Fujitora"
Kuzan
Notes:
Also found on Ao3!
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Beckman
The infirmary is quiet, aside from your pained breathing. You'd been stupid, not thinking, barely aware of everything around you - aside from the marine barreling down on you from behind. Beckman's shout hadn't registered until it was too late.
"Yer an idiot," he growled, wrapping the bandages around the last cut on your arm. Hongo, sitting in the corner at his deck, looked a little put out that Beckman had refused to let him help you, but also a little relieved because you were known to refuse help when hurt.
Wincing as his rough hands brushed your battered skin, you didn't meet his gaze. "I was doing fine until then, okay? The guy moved faster-"
"Ye shouldn't have been out there in the first place!" Beckman's uncharacteristic snap shut you up more than his words. When your jaws clicked shut and your bottom lip quivered, he sighed and gentled his tone. "I don't wanna have to save yer ass like that again, alright?" He tucked the end of the bandage under an edge.
You sniffed, wiping your free hand across your face. "Shanks said it was okay. Said I could handle it." You watched him from the corner of your eye.
Beckman's eye twitched, his jaw tightening. "Shanks is a drunken fool who overestimates ye." His hand trailed up your arm carefully. "Ye need to be careful." He took a deep breath. "I don't wanna think about what would happen if I lost ye. I love-" His jaw shut with a snap.
For a heartbeat, the only sound in the room was your breathing—and then it hitched.
You looked up at him.
Beckman froze. His eyes closed, a silent curse crossing his lips.
His hand was still on your arm, thumb resting just above the bandage, like he hadn’t realized he’d stopped moving. Slowly, his fingers curled, then loosened again. He didn’t meet your eyes. Not at first.
“…Forget that,” he muttered, voice rougher than before.
But it was too late.
Your brows knit together, confusion bleeding into something softer. “Beck…?”
He swore under his breath. The sound was quiet, almost embarrassed. When he finally looked at you, his expression was tight—jaw set, ears reddening slowly. “I didn’t mean to say that,” he said, gruff and low. “Wasn’t the time.”
He let out a slow breath through his nose, like he was steadying himself, thumb brushing once—unthinking—over your skin.
“…Doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”
The infirmary felt even quieter after that.
You reached up, laying your hand over his. "Beck..." Everything felt too loud, too still, too heavy—but you felt like floating.
In the corner, Hongo's gaze bore into Beckman, but the doctor wisely stayed quiet.
Taking a breath, you lifted Beckman's hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles. "I love you, too."
His breath caught, lips parted briefly. His gaze slid to yours. "Ye-"
You cut him off with a kiss. Soft, lips barely pressed against his, and when you pulled back, his cheeks were quickly turning a shade suspiciously close to Shanks' hair. "But maybe don't call me an idiot before you say it again."
Issho
The faint clink of bones caught your attention as you passed the Admiral's office, barely audible above the distant cry of birds through the open window. Curious, you peeked inside and spotted Issho - er, Fujitora - playing some sort of game in a box. You hadn't been here too long - you'd just transferred from a South Blue base only a year ago - and spent some time with the Admiral, but still found it awkward referring to him as his alias.
His hands stopped. "You don't have to sneak a look. If you are curious, you are welcome to come inside."
You hesitated in the doorway, unsure if you were allowed—or if you even wanted to interrupt him. But something about the soft clatter of the pieces, the focused tilt of his head, drew you in. You stepped inside, letting the door click softly behind you. “I… didn’t know you played games,” you said, trying to sound casual.
Issho’s head tilted slightly, and a small, almost shy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “It’s not often I have the time. And, admittedly, I am better at strategy than speed.” He gestured to the board. “Sit. If you’d like.”
You lowered yourself into the chair across from him, taking in the careful way he arranged the pieces. The quiet was comfortable, almost… safe. He moved slowly, deliberately, but there was a concentration in his posture that made it hard to look away.
“I didn’t think Admirals had hobbies,” you said softly, leaning forward a little.
He hummed, a low sound of agreement. “We do, but it is not often we can act upon them. Most of our days are taken by duties, reports… the sea. Sometimes it is necessary to find small moments of peace.” His fingers hovered over a piece, then settled. “Small victories remind one that not all is dictated by the world’s cruelty.”
You smiled, drawn in by the sincerity in his tone. “I can see that. I… I like watching you play. There’s a calm to it.” You'd noticed his focus before, and accompanied him to a few gambling houses in the past, but never seen him like this.
He smiled softly, shifting a few pieces.
You watch as he carefully moves a piece, his fingers brushing the board with meticulous attention. “You concentrate well,” you remark softly. “Even in small things, it’s… kind of mesmerizing.”
Issho pauses mid-motion, head tilting, and for a brief moment, you think you see a flicker of something—surprise? Or maybe just curiosity. “I suppose… it can be,” he murmurs. His voice is low, almost shy, carrying a weight you aren’t used to hearing.
The room falls quiet again, the faint clink of pieces punctuating the silence. You lean slightly forward, feeling unusually bold. “I… I like spending time with you like this. It’s… different. Comfortable.” You weren't exactly a closed book towards others, but you weren't all that open usually.
"You make things feel...lighter," he admitted quietly, his fingers stilling over the pieces. "Maybe that's why I love you."
The words lingered in the air between you, soft and unguarded.
For a second, neither of you moved.
Issho’s fingers twitched where they hovered above the board. Then, slowly—too slowly—his hand lowered, the piece clicking against the wood with a sound that felt far too loud. “…I,” he began—and stopped.
His brows drew together faintly. His head tilted, as though he were listening not to you, but to himself. To the echo of what he’d just said.
“Oh.”
Color bloomed across his cheeks almost immediately.
“I—please forgive me,” he said quickly, straightening in his chair. One hand lifted, palm out, as if to halt the moment itself. “That was not—I did not intend to—”
You stared at him, heart hammering. “Issho…”
He froze at the sound of his name.
“I spoke without thinking,” he rushed on, flustered now, words tumbling over one another. “You were kind, and I was careless, and that is not something an Admiral should say so lightly—”
“But you meant it,” you said softly.
That stopped him completely.
His shoulders sagged, just a little, as though the effort of holding himself together had finally caught up to him. His voice, when he spoke again, was quieter—uncertain.
“…Yes,” he admitted. “I did.”
Silence fell, heavy, as if he were using his devil fruit to enhance it.
He bowed his head, mortified. “I am sorry. I should not have placed that burden upon you so suddenly. Please, do not feel obligated to respond—”
You reached across the table before you could overthink it, your fingers brushing his wrist.
He startled at the contact, breath hitching.
“I don’t feel burdened,” you said gently. “I feel… warm.”
His head lifted slowly toward you, expression unreadable —but his fluster was unmistakable. The faint smile that touched his lips was nervous, hopeful, and entirely unguarded. “…You are far too kind to me,” he murmured.
You smiled. “Maybe. Or maybe I just care.”
He swallowed, nodding once, carefully, as if anchoring himself. “Then… perhaps,” he said, voice still shaky, “it is not so terrible that I spoke the truth aloud.”
Chuckling softly, you stood and circled the desk. He froze as you stopped by him. Gently, you laid your hand against his shoulder. "Issho, I'm glad you did." Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I-I think I love you, too."
His cheeks reddened, but his smile widened.
You'd wondered for a while if you had felt something beyond basic care for a while, but after his words a moment ago, now you knew what it was.
Issho blinked, taken aback, and for a heartbeat, he said nothing. Then, slowly, as if testing the air, he let his fingers brush yours where your hand rested on his shoulder.
“I—” His voice caught. “…I am glad,” he murmured finally, almost shyly, the tiniest laugh escaping him. “Truly.”
You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest. The tension in the room eased, replaced by something light and quiet, like the first calm after a storm.
He leaned just slightly closer, careful, unsure, and you mirrored him, letting your foreheads touch for a fleeting moment. The game on the board, the pieces, the office—all of it faded into background noise.
“Guess we’ll have to find more of these quiet moments,” you whispered.
Issho’s laugh was low, still hesitant, but genuine. “Yes,” he agreed softly. “And perhaps… we shall, together.”
Kuzan
The air felt too cold, even here. You hadn't seen Kuzan in days - after he'd been brought back to the marine ship, barely alive from his fight with Sakazuki, he'd disappeared almost the moment he was conscious.
Now, a few islands away, you found him leaning against a palm tree, hat pulled low over his face, a getaway bag next to him clearly full of clothes, rations, and maybe a few personal items.
Approaching him cautiously, you stopped a few feet away. "Um...Aokiji?"
"Kuzan." His low voice came automatically. "Not Aokiji anymore."
You hesitated, unsure how to close the distance. The wind tugged at your clothes, and the faint sound of waves undercut the quiet. “I… didn’t know where else to find you,” you said softly. You knew this island. He'd taken you here once, maybe a few months before the Marineford War.
He didn’t respond immediately, just shifted his weight slightly, hat shadowing his eyes. When he finally looked at you, the sharp blue of his gaze softened in the fading light. “You shouldn’t have come,” he murmured, though there was no real edge to his words. “I need… space.”
You took a careful step closer. “I… I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” you said, keeping your voice low. “You’ve been through so much, and… I was worried.”
He let out a quiet sigh, shoulders slumping just slightly. “I’m fine,” he murmured, but his tone lacked conviction. He didn’t move away, though, and you saw the faint tension in his hands, the way they hovered near the bag.
“Not… not fine, I mean. You fought Sakazuki.” Your words were tentative, almost a whisper. “You could have… I don’t know… lost yourself out there.”
His gaze flicked to you, and for a moment, the weight of everything seemed to settle on him. The blue of his eyes looked tired—worn down—but something in the way he studied you made your chest tighten.
"We can't be seen together." His words were sharper than his ice.
You nodded slowly, keeping a careful distance. “I know… I just… I can’t help worrying about you.”
Kuzan’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “You shouldn’t.” His voice was low, almost a growl—but tired. Then, after a pause, softer: “…And yet, you do.”
You stepped a fraction closer, careful not to crowd him. “I do. I can’t stop.”
The corners of his mouth twitched, but it wasn’t a smile. His hands flexed at his sides, and for a moment, he didn’t speak. The wind tugged at the edge of his coat, but he didn’t move to button it.
Finally, almost without thinking, he let the words slip, rough and unpolished: “I… love you.”
The sound of it startled you. Your heart lurched, eyes widening slightly. Kuzan blinked, immediately realizing the weight of what he’d said. He looked down, the blue of his eyes hidden beneath the brim of his hat, and ran a hand through his hair, clearly mortified.
“I… didn’t mean to—” he began, but the words faltered.
You stepped closer, gently lowering a hand onto his arm. “You meant it,” you said softly, quiet enough that the wind wouldn’t carry it beyond the trees.
He froze at the touch, breath hitching. A faint color, almost imperceptible, brushed his cheeks. “I… I didn’t mean to say it out loud,” he whispered, voice rough, distant, like he was speaking to himself more than to you. “It’s… complicated. You shouldn’t—”
You pressed your hand against his arm, grounding him. “It’s okay. I… I care too.”
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, uncertain, hesitant. He swallowed, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. “…You do?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded, eyes soft. “I do.”
The air slowly cooled further. "You shouldn't." He turned his head away, then stood. You were about to question why he leaned awkwardly when you noticed the ice creeping up his pant leg.
Where nothing was supposed to be.
"Why shouldn't I?" you asked softly, stepping forward but unable to look away from where ice had reformed to replace the missing piece of his leg. Reaching out, you grabbed his sleeve before he could leave.
He stilled when you caught his sleeve.
For a moment, you thought he might pull away anyway—but he didn’t. His shoulders slumped instead, just slightly, like the fight finally left him now that there was no one left to fight.
“…Because,” he said quietly, “this isn’t a life I should drag anyone into.”
The ice along his leg crept higher, subtle and unconscious, frost spiderwebbing where flesh should have been. He didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did—and just didn’t care.
“I lost,” he continued, voice low, steady in that tired way of his. “Not just the fight. I lost… what I thought I stood for.” He glanced back at you, eyes heavy beneath the brim of his hat. “And I don’t know what I am now.”
You tightened your grip on his sleeve. “You’re still you.”
A breath escaped him, almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Yeah,” he murmured. “That’s what worries me.”
He shifted, finally turning to face you fully. The ice receded a little as he focused—control returning, piece by piece. His gaze lingered on your face, unreadable, searching.
“I shouldn’t have said it,” he admitted. “That wasn’t fair to you.”
“But you meant it,” you said again, softer this time.
He hesitated. Then nodded once. “…Yeah.”
The word felt heavier than the confession itself.
You stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the cold radiating from him, close enough that he could have stopped you—if he wanted to. Instead, he stayed still.
“I’m not asking you to stay,” you said quietly. “And I’m not asking for promises.” Your thumb brushed against his sleeve, just barely. “I just wanted you to know… you don’t have to carry this alone.”
For a long moment, he said nothing. Then his hand lifted, hesitant, and settled over yours where it gripped his coat. His touch was cold—but steady. “…You make it harder to walk away,” he murmured.
You smiled faintly. “Good.”
That finally earned you a real reaction—a soft huff of breath, almost a laugh. His forehead tipped forward until it rested briefly against yours, careful, restrained.
“I don’t know what comes next,” he said. “But… I’m glad you came.”
You leaned in, pressing a kiss to the edge of his jaw—brief, quiet, something just for the two of you. “So am I.”
When he stepped back, it was slow. Reluctant. But when he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder once more. “…Be safe,” he said.
Gen Z! Marine I.T girl Reader/the seven admirals and reader has their ringtones set to the one bit of the ‘In the Navy’ that’s like ‘they want you, oceanography what!?’ (You know the bit) and all of them absolutely hate it
