#weatherw1tch

[sunday-arch]

"i want the k" shankino

the warm bath eased her muscles, the tension held between her shoulder blades abated and relieved. even more comforting is his presence beside her, fingertips squeezing and rubbing out the knots in her neck. she insisted that it should be her that cared for him after a long journey back to foosha , but his insistence that she simply relax beside him and grant her his company won over.

makino had to say — she appreciated this choice far better.

maneuvering herself so she straddled him, either knee locked against his hips, makino cradled his face in her hands, his stubble scraping against her palms, in a way that reminded her of how it brushed against softer parts during his last visit. softly, she drops a kiss atop his head, breathing in the jasmine-scented shampoo she had washed his hair with earlier.

her hands settled and clasped together at the nape of his neck, resting her forehead against his. makino wasn't always certain whether he would return to her , and as the world events that brewed stirred more violently, there would come a time that his visits would be even fewer and perhaps not at all for a long time.

" i love you, shanks. always. "

@weatherw1tch , a kiss on top of the head.

[sirensofthefiveseas]

❝ The only thing wrong with me was that I thought there was something wrong with me. ❞ roger & rouge asked by @weatherw1tch

Rouge hummed in consideration to that, hands resting on her stomach that was starting to swell. "Hopefully this little one doesn't get your habit of overthinking their exsistence." She teased, flashing her lover a bright smile as she leaned back into her chair.

[seaschef-a]

@weatherw1tch liked for a starter for any of the Straw Hats! (for Zoro)

"I'm sorry? What did you just say you damn moss head?" His head snapped up from the meat he was currently grilling on the beach so that he could glare at the swordsman. Hand with the tongs already rising to wave in his direction. "Keep that shit up and you'll go hungry tonight."

[shanburuzu-a]

@weatherw1tch liked for a starter for strawhat!kaya!

"So you're the other doctor." Climbing on board he nodded towards the last member of Luffy's crew he'd had yet to meet. They'd passed each other several times during the chaos, but never really met each other until now. A fact that he wasn't upset about either way, it was an alliance after all, so he didn't care who was on the other's crew as long as they didn't fuck up the mission. Which from what he'd already seen was probably going to be caused by the fucking idiot he'd aligned with. Still, out of his options, Luffy had made the most sense. "Chopper mentioned you have a medical bay on your ship, can I see it?"

[historias-multorum]

@weatherw1tch liked for an extra mini

"Kerro, I know I look really young, but I ate a devil fruit too."

[cherrygardna]

❝ this place is a circus. ❞

@weatherw1tch / buggy x

[sunday-arch]

her fingertips trace the delicate petals , bringing the bouquet closer to breathe in their fragrance. ( and, perhaps too, to cover the quickly scattering blush that blooms in her cheeks. ) the words had left her mouth before she had time to catch them and express thanks instead. but , he's become well-accustomed to her quick-witted remarks as much as she's become accustomed to his seemingly blase demeanor.

and, of course, law matches in kind with his own grotesque sense of romance.

" maybe i need yours in my hands for solid proof. " she knows that he actually could pull out his own heart , and hers for that matter, and have it displayed in his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

far before they even met , she'd heard of his exploits and all the activities that have led to the creation of his epithet. perona keeps her ear low to the ground, picking up on all sorts of chatter that would not only be useful to her but to her captain. never knew what could come in handy.

in this case, she's gathering all the pieces about trafalgar law that she knows and matching it to the person that stands before her. perona wants even more now to crack his head wide open , to stick her fingers in the ridges and valleys of his brain, to glean further insight into the thoughts he kept close to his chest.

" but, this'll do. for now. " she tosses a curtain of pink hair over her shoulder, cradling the bouquet to her chest. " i think i'll need a little more convincing that whatever's in there--- " perona dares to push a finger against his chest with a teasing smirk. " isn't a block of ice. "

@weatherw1tch , continued.

[sunday-arch]

Stop talking ( isenante 😊 )

she oscillates between feeling sore over their argument and indignant. maybe it was foolish ( and unfair ) for her to assume that he would side with her on the issue , especially an issue where sengoku is concerned. the distrust she harbors against the entire organization festers inside of her like a growing, rotten wound. she's been finding it difficult to keep her animosity tucked away , especially in the presence of a friend she--- well, she believes she can trust.

it's her fault for believing so. her fault for allowing herself to become embroiled in the life of another in a place she'd had no plans to make friends in from the beginning. her fault for ---

a coded knock at the door pulls her from that slippery slope, golden-hued gaze flickering towards her door. she was in no mood to see him, even if it's an apology that would accompany his arrival. ( that would only make her feel worse. )

still, iselda throws open the door--- " i already told you, i don't want to see you, talk to you--- " he sparks her irritation anew when he uses his taller frame to crowd her back into her room. " rosinante, i swear, i'll deck you right here, right no--- " as soon as he shuts the door behind him, her words are abruptly halted when his lips crash against hers, reeling her inwards and flush against him. she can barely breathe, and she thinks for a moment that she doesn't care to.

" don't think for a second that ... that's a good enough apology... "

@weatherw1tch , meme.