#ncfertari

[bybrophelia]

@ncfertari requested: Sanji styling Vivi's hair❗

He knew the signs of a headache when he saw one. It was no surprise to him, nor anyone on the ship that her stress was starting to physically manifest. How she had shouldered such a cumbersome load this time, he was unsure. It was inspiring and perhaps even tear-jerking. This, however, was not the time to be emotional. At the moment, he had to do something to alleviate her stress. Afternoon tea was already being served, and it did not seem to offer much help. It was then that he looked at her hair. Perhaps it was the brief touches that tapped and rubbed at her temples that tipped him off; until now, he never noticed how tight her ponytail was. Poor, sweet thing. How could she even think? Cautious hands hovered on either side of her. Warmth radiated from his palms. "Is it bothering you?" asked Sanji, "I can fix it if you'd like."

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@ncfertari asked:⭐️? For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. (Still Accepting)

⭐️Considering how Vivi is an honest-to-god princess, Ikkaku has absolutely shown her her tiara collection and asked her about life as a real princess. This is because of Ikkaku's childhood princess phase having not quite fizzled out as much as she likes to claim, so she still has a fascination with the fantasy of royal balls and courtly duties and getting to wear fancy dresses and the like. Of course, the real thing is a lot more diplomacy and work than it seems in fairytales, but it's doubtful Vivi being honest about the reality of the job would dash her dreams too much.

[shanburuzu-a]

@ncfertari liked for a starter!

He'd have recognized her anywhere. The lost princess that he and his gang had saved when they'd still been kids, not yet able to take on the title of pirate. She'd been kidnapped and taken to the North Blue, ending up on the same island of them. They'd only just formed their gang at the time and had stumbled up her and her kidnappers. Honestly, when he looked back on that time it was amazing they'd been able to get her out considering their age. Helping her to survive for several months until she was finally found by her retainers. He'd watched from the cliff as she'd sailed away, thinking he'd never see her again.

Yet here she was.

Beaten badly and left for dead from the looks of it. A fact that had rage kindling in his chest even as he cooly ordered Bepo to carry the duck that was at her side and Penguin to carry her. Remaining behind for a few moments to inspect the area for any bits of information and to ensure that they weren't followed. Following Bepo back to the Polar Tang once he'd confirmed there was no tail and gathered what little information he could from the area.

Directing them to carry her to one medical bay and then ordering everyone except those who knew her from the room after having Ikkaku change her into a medical robe. Only then did he work on treating the two of them, his power making the process far easier. It was close though, they almost lost her once, a fact he'd been unwilling to allow. As for the duck....he did what he could but his medical knowledge of animals wasn't as developed as he would like. He'd learned what he'd needed for Bepo and minks, but actual animals were slightly different.

Only when she was stable did he have the two moved to a private room. Watching her for a long moment before turning and leaving the room. Gaze turning to the three who had known her before. "Keep an eye on them. Come get me if something happens or when they wake up." Moving past them he paused before adding as he looked over his shoulder. "And be careful. We might have known her as kids, but we don't know what she's like now."

Only then did he go to his quarters, collapsing into his bed and falling almost instantly asleep. The strain of using his fruit dragging him into slumber.

[seaoftales]

Things had escalated from zero to one hundred really fast after his defeat by Straw Hat once again and after Stussy betrayed them. The Gorosei were relentless, not even allowing him to heal properly before they sent him and the rest of CP0 after princess Vivi. The girl was a bigger headache than she was worth it, but the Gorosei wanted her gone, and what they wanted went.

The group agreed to split up, covering more ground that way. They needed to find her fast before the troublemaker threw another wrench into their plan on putting Alabasta under the World Government's rule through a proxy. It was bad enough that she got involved in the whole incident with princess Shirahoshi during the Reverie. Perhaps that shouldn't have come as much of a surprise to him given the bluenettes ties with the Straw Hats, and ironic as it was, he really couldn't get rid of that pest of a boy and his allies, could he?

Tracking the alabastan princess down was a task more cumbersome than anticipated, taking him all the way to the Underworld, which proved to be less than ideal. Given Stussy's betrayal and everything they learned about it afterwards, he was treading in dangerous territory, which in turn meant that Hattori had to stay behind, the pigeon a too big telltale sign of who he was. Luckily for him, there were only so many people with such distinct hair colour, and it was relatively easy to find her.

Lucci had to wait for the opportune moment, and unfortunately for him, the princess was seldom alone, and even when she was, she was overly cautious. At least she knew how to watch her own back, unlike so many other royals he had the chance to encounter. In the end, the Cipher Pol agent resorted to using his leopard form, finding it easier to move and avoid people that way, and stalking through the many alleys was so much simpler, too.

The method proved fruitful, so once close enough, Lucci transformed back, getting close enough to her to be able to grab her if he so wished.

❝ Found you, princess. ❞

@ncfertari ♥'d

[diabelskoga]

I better see Vivi in this!

She is!

Look at her, she's bonding!

[bybrophelia]

@ncfertari: cont [ ❌ ]

A meager smile spread thin across his lips. A wistful twinkle glittered in his sodalite stare. Tension dimpled the skin around his mouth and eyes. It was hard not to escalate her emotional state by injecting his own into the mix, but it was difficult to proceed with business as usual. A dear friend was hurting in ways that he could not fix. A broken heart could not be mended the way that an empty stomach could. A watchful eye cast over her through the veil of flaxen fringe. Large pockets of silence were interspersed with the soft sloshing of water while he washed the remainder of the dishes. Fleeting glances were stolen to ensure she was actually eating. "You know," Sanji's voice was low and steady as he turned away from the sink, "I got the feeling you were getting a bit tired of soup." It was a pitiful attempt at levity, but the remark was punctuated with a smile he hoped would bleed into his tone. Slow strides eroded the distance between them. Cautious hands hovered over her shoulders, eager to reach out, but unwilling to inadvertently harm her. Vivi was in a delicate state, both in body and spirit. "How about I make you some of that tea you like? I remembered, you know. I can't say the blend of lavender and rose with black tea will complement the flavors in the fish, but . . ." the cigarette shifted in his mouth. The shawl around her shoulders had slipped clean off her shoulders. Oh, what a heavy blow it was to see her still so frail. Fast fingers snatched the fabric up and draped it over her. "It'll keep you warm and prevent you from catching a chill." A sharp, hitched breath summoned the last, most crucial ingredient to bring courage to the table. A tender hand descended carefully to the space between her neck and shoulder then gently squeezed. "How does that sound?"

[seaoftales]

It wasn't often that Shanks had the newspapers in hand. Such a thing was usually Beck's pastime, though with the world essentially being turned upside down, even the red haired captain was interested in the happenings. Among the many news, there was one of the missing princess of Alabasta, Nefertari Vivi.

Cryptic as ever, the newspaper didn't elaborate much further on it and left it to the imagination of the reader, though with how the Marines and the World Government had their fingers in it, it wasn't much of a surprise. Anything to make them appear all sweet and innocent in the eyes of the public.

It wasn't until the red haired captain was alerted to a ship approaching that he looked up from the paper and joined his trusted first mate to see what the ruckus was all about.

Sure enough, a much smaller pirate ship was approaching them from the side, not showing any signs of stopping or taking a detour to avoid direct collision. Shanks narrowed his eyes. Just what was their thing? Did they have a death wish?

"Should I prepare the men for an attack?" Beck asked, not really believing the sight in front of him.

The red haired captain gave it a thought, assessing the situation. With what little time they had before impact, there was also only so much they could really do. "One cannonball to the hull, should slow them down and give us a chance to board and see what their deal is." After all, they weren't exactly known to attack other pirate ships without a reason. This, more than anything, was them defending the ship from potential damages.

The older man left, having two of the crew prepare the canon. On Shanks' motion mere moments later, it was fired, a precise blow to the other ship's hull, leaving a sizeable hole that let water in immediately. One by one they made their way over to the smaller ship, Shanks boarding last and making his way to Beck. "Search the ship top to bottom and bring everybody to the main deck."

@ncfertari / plotted

[waxgentleman]

“Should I be scared why birth control is an option on this bingo card for your personal secretary?”

“ The only thing you SHOULD be scared is how CLOOOSE I'm from not buying you a pretzel, ga ne. ” The artist's face is bright red, tapping nervously on the glass display from the convenience store. Any other question related to that thing would make him start slurping loudly his milkshake to avoid that conversation.