Feb 21, 2025
Smnt smnt dr stone oc x cc,,,,Ryusui and Hanae,,,haven't share them here in a gooood while. Anyways, dr stone art style is fun :3
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Smnt smnt dr stone oc x cc,,,,Ryusui and Hanae,,,haven't share them here in a gooood while. Anyways, dr stone art style is fun :3
Dragon- noted flaming homosexual- not knowing how to respond when Robin shoots her shot outside of pointing at himself and blurting out “Gay” before scattering like a bug after you lift the rock it was hiding under.
Actually Iva took pity on our archeologist and said “gay gay homosexual, gay, gay, homo, big homo, boy kisser” (in reference to dragon)
Nico Robin herself has been recently spotted after this order sipping Ethanol from the jug using a crazy straw
Dragon remains oblivious
An idea of something silly
Because the idea of Robin sort of getting a crush on both croc and dragon is too good to pass up
Her boss is a handsome man, everyone and their mother can see that. He has a charm and grace a suaveness in his walk that draws people in like magnets.
She thinks perhaps that’s why he’s such a good liar.
Sir crocodile, Mr zero. He’s cold but he’s not overly cruel (at least not to her) he enjoys efficiency and a quiet work place. And yes perhaps it is entirely due to her unorthodox life and the fact that now she’s in a place where she doesn’t feel the need to run every 3 seconds, that her body is now playing catch up.
But she enjoys his company, his presence, the way his bulk could swallow her up.
It’s just a little crush an infatuation of sorts and the reason she lets it go on so long is because well.. She can use it against him, getting into his bed would be profitable as well as pleasurable.
So she, for a lack of a better term. Shoots her shot.
It’s not too late around 8 on a Sunday, his office and she makes direct eye contact while taking the papers from his hand, lingering a second more than needed.
Gold eyes blink at her
“Ms Nico, I do not tolerate any inter-workplace relationships of any kind.”
Succinct to the point, she nods. Brushing the sting of rejection like one would a bothersome fly. “I understand sir.”
“No you don’t.”
He sighs sits back and rubs his face. “You are infatuated with a farce Ms Nico, a fake. You are a beautiful woman and beautiful women should kiss beautiful men.”
“I think you’re beautiful…. Sir.” She adds after a moments pause.
Gold eyes met blue and for a moment she saw something stirring in the depths.
“Oh really?” Sharp teeth flashed in the soft light “you want me to take you right here? Right in my desk? Let me tear you apart until all you can conceive is my pleasure?”
Robin swallowed and stared down the beast wearing a man’s face.
Sir crocodile tsked before picking up his pen. “That’s what I thought, dismissed.”
Later much later. As the hook sunk into her body she had one wild hysterical thought ‘I guess he did penetrate me in the end’ before succumbing to darkness.
(This is way longer than I anticipated I will send in the dragon portion tomorrow ;3 )
oh my...
Gonna have to make a "Dragon is NOT Robin's dad" tag, so if anyone has bought into my propaganda that he is can blacklist it.
Boy oh boy, was she not ready for all of that. She already sort of knew that this was how it was going to be if she shot her shot, but yeah... crocodiles are very patient and quiet- seemingly lazy- creatures up until they go in for the kill. And she was a little bird, juuust fast and clever and lucky enough to avoid the bone-shattering force behind those jaws.
And yet... the attraction remained. Somehow.
...
Ah shit, she has a thing for the big, dangerous types, doesn't she?
After the trip from Tequila Wolf over to Baltigo, and the meeting with the touted World's Most Heinous Criminal... yup. It's a thing. She likes 'em big and dangerous.
How on earth is she supposed to explain to Luffy that she has the hots for both of his dads? How is she supposed to look at her captain knowing her mind goes straight into the gutter whenever she hears of the "Insurgent Serpent" in the News Coo?
Nika help her. He already has.
[DCST oc x canon] Ough Ryusui/Hanae thingy from some time ago :3 ♡ (alt ship name is SeaFlower eueueu)
Part 2 !
Robin doesn’t think much of monkey d dragon at first,
That being said she doesn’t even get to meet him until 3 months into her two year stay.
At first impressions go, it could be better.. she walks into a meeting room and is met with loud argument.
Sabo is yelling and crying and Dragon is just standing there.
When Dragon speaks it’s in a low gutteral voice that almost seems unreal. “You don’t want to hear my reasons you want to be angry. Even then I don’t think hearing my reasons would make you less angry.”
Sabo storms off.
Dragon then looks at her, “ah” he says very intelligently.
What he did next someone else would describe as ‘fleeing’ but Robin was gracious enough to label it a ‘tactical retreat’
From there Robin learned two things Dragon was the most awkward man she had ever met and she for whatever reason. Enjoyed his company.
“You look like your mother.” He stated one random Tuesday while she poured over charts trying to figure out where her crew was. She simply nodded, she had been told that most of her life.
“That scrunch.” Dragon continued, “between the eyes, she did the same thing. Actually she did it so much she had a tan line.” There’s a whisper of amusement in his voice.
Of course in this nice moment of shared history Robin decides to ruin it. She looks him dead in the eye and with the calmest voice she has says “father? Is that you?”
Dragon chokes, folds in half and lets out a wheezing laugh. This makes Robin hide a smile, that’s the other thing she enjoys. Dragon likes her sense of humour.
She remembers her dad, well she remembers the sound of a heart monitor and shaky hands. But that doesn’t matter much now.
Her amusement turns to concern as Dragon starts to cough and he doesn’t stop. She’s just about to make a stretcher made out arms when he raises a hand.
Dragon takes a deep breath, “I’m ok.” He looks down at her with a small smile, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you Robin.”
His smile grows, making his eyes crinkle and.. oh
That’s where luffy got his smile from.
It isn’t exactly the same of course, Dragons mouth is more heart shaped, his face more angular but the whoosh of warmth. Of knowing that you are safe now. That was inherited it seems.
As weird as it is she can’t help but compare him to sir Crocodile, she’s now known two giant men with fearsome reputations.
While Crocodile was built with power, thick and imposing. Dragon was much more slender, even skinny (though she couldn’t be sure with the 10 layers the man seemed to wear)
Both of them wore layers, suits and polished shoes. Bulky cloaks and worn combat boots.
Crocodile had grace, dragon walked into the same doorframe twice in one day.
Both of them swore.
In her opinion Dragon was a lot more colourful.
She also hopes the feelings don’t happen again because really how cliche would that be?
Robin thinks her captains dad is sick, she doesn’t have any proof at the moment. But.
She has heard Iva threatening a feeding tube more than once, the cough attacks he sometimes gets and the fact he goes to the medics every two weeks for a bout an hour.
She decidedly slipped in one day partly for info gathering partly because she’s nosy. (Not that she’d admit that under death)
Dragon lays on the ground, an IV running into his arm while he seemingly takes a nap.
There’s a pause before Robin takes a seat beside him. “Are you dying?” She asks.
“Highly doubtful.” Comes the hoarse reply.
He doesn’t offer any more and Robin decides it’s really not her business. But she stays nonetheless.
Robin lives in a fucking cliche, not by her choice mind you.
It was summer and the base was HOT, like boiling your own tears hot.
She had been minding her own business, when dragon had ambled up to the water well and took off his cloak.
And rolled up his sleeves.
And by god Robin did not know that scarred, veiny, hairy forearms did it for her but here we are.
If the heat doesn’t kill her the mortification will.
(Part 3 mayhaps?)
(I’m eatin’ this up. I’m horkin’ it down. I’m giving all of my compliments to the chef.)
He’s about as graceful as an emu on a sheet of ice. She wonders if that scar- that she thought was a tattoo at first- has impaired his vision in such a way that his depth perception is a bit off.
Not the case, but it did contribute.
The threats of medical procedures, the IVs, the coughing, even that rough, deep voice of his that rattled her down to the bone… all of it could very easily circle back to a thin little scar she would sometimes see peeking out from over that orange scarf of his.
Well… at least he wasn’t dying. Iva would put their heeled foot down long before he got that bad off.
Some snooping around with a bloomed eye here and there (normal behavior for her) reveals to her that he’s much more sociable with the carrion birds that call the near colorless badlands of Baltigo their home than he is with the people he leads. Correction: he’s better at being sociable with the carrion birds than he is with people. He tries. He really does. He’s just not the best at it.
It’s rather endearing, really.
All of that awkwardness- social and physical- turn off like a switch at the training grounds. He doesn’t stick to any particular style, but flows almost cat-like between so many that it all might as well be his own. His devil fruit only makes rare appearances in sparring matches, and that’s probably for good reason. The only time she saw him use it was in a sparring match with Sabo, and half the field needed reparations.
She promises she’s only watching to learn how he fights. She’s just filling out information blocks in her head for future reference.
It has nothing to do with him slowly but surely stripping off his top layers as the heat gets to him, all two hundred and fifty-six centimeters of him rippling with lean muscle, dusted with coarse hair, marked with more scars than she can count…
And then he face-plants just as soon as he steps off the field.
Oh dear…
Oh dear, oh dear…
How is she going to reason and logic and morbid humor her way out of this one?
I recently updated the 28th chapter of Like an evergreen (it’s 29th on ao3) aaand I’m thinking about the hype I’ve got with the rest six chapters that remains!
My RyuHana feels are strong!
Also I updated my RyuHana playlist -- there are too much songs that reminds me of them! Like both opening and ending of KoiKimo, Don’t let me down by Mariya Nishiuchi (an ending of Fairy Tail). Even Me! by Taylor Swift ft. Brendon Urie and One in a million by Ne-yo (but this two just for a joke haha!)
One day I’ll do a sort of meta with the lyrics and RyuHana scenes, but this isn’t the one
I just translated and published chapter 22 and 23 (well it’s 23 and 24 for ao3, but oh well) of Like an evergreen and really, youtube really had, the whole time, put on songs that reminds me of RyuHana: starting with One Direction - What makes you beautiful to Jonas Brothers - Sucker and What a man gotta do.
Seriously, I’m laughing too much