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kxizoku-ou · 10 months ago

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Have you had any thoughts on hybrid versions of the one piece characters? I love seeing what animals people associate with the characters 😅. Also ears and tails are cute

Hybrid Au, my beloved!!! owo I tend to go heavier with the animal research/xeno than just "ears and tails", but yes, I absolutely have thoughts— here's a handful of my favorites/who comes to mind!

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Kaidou — Auroch bull: The now-extinct relative of modern cattle, closely related to Spanish fighting bulls. Bull feels fitting for Kaidou, I think— they're huge, potentially dangerous animals that get screwed over in blood sports or as slaughterhouse bait, and near-universally seen as aggressive because of instincts that are based in self-preservation or protecting a herd. And of course, ending up as a bull hybrid is just what happens to my favs, by now... (@senjuushi)

Judge — Tawny eagle: His "Garuda" theme implies a bird of prey from the start, so it's an easy pick! Described as "opportunistic", with a habit of feeding on carrion (and stealing other animals' prey), yet still "a bold and active predator", tawny eagles fit well with Judge's vibe of regal, pompous, and trying way too hard. They also tend to mate for life... and male birds are known for flashy courtship habits. Reiju, Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji would be the same species for this Au.

Sanji — Mourning dove: Keeping with the bird theme of his family, but a far less bloodthirsty species. Mourning doves are fluffy, vocal birds that are known for being "prolific breeders". They can be territorial between males, but are also social pair-bonders. Sora would have been a dove too, and Sanji sharing her species is just one more sign that the modifications failed. There's also something very fitting about a "caged bird" theme for his experiences with Germa.

Spandam — Giant panda: Useless animal that would be extinct by now without human intervention. Clumsy, pathetic, and admittedly pretty cute, but not good for much other than existing under careful supervision in a zoo. Of course, Spandam's terrible personality ruins most of the cuteness effect his hybrid species might have— ultimately, he's a needy, spoiled idiot who's eternally dependent on the care of others. And personally, I think he should have a cute, sensitive little stubby tail, perfect to yank on when he's being a brat.

Katakuri — Grizzly bear: Linlin is a grizzly hybrid as well, and the shared species adds to Katakuri's reputation as her "perfect" son. He's huge, powerful, and highly threatening... but would be just as content to gorge himself on snacks and all but hibernate afterward. If it wasn't for his self-imposed standard of perfection, that is. His fucked-up mouth seems even worse on a large predator species, too, which definitely adds to his complex/self-consciousness over it.

Perospero — Red fox: I saw a fanart of him as a fox hybrid on Pixiv, and it convinced me. A smug, sneaky bastard who takes after his mother's carnivore tendencies, but with far less of an intimidation factor to back it up. Annoyingly talkative and far more socially oriented than he wants to admit, as well as capable of being an absolute nuisance when he wants to— all of that sounds very fitting for Peros, I think. And fox whining noises fit his crybaby side.

Cracker — Bushy-tailed woodrat: Prey animals that are described as "vocal and boisterous", and nuisances for "creating general noisy havoc"— seems appropriate for Cracker, an overconfident brat who's far less tough than he acts. Packrats (the overall category) are nest-builders, too, which fits with how he spends so much time hiding in his biscuit soldiers to avoid direct combat. Woodrats also apparently have a foot-thumping tendency; a good match for his clapping!

Pudding — British longhair cat: Babygirl-looking murder machine seems highly appropriate. British longhairs have the sweetest little faces and soft coats, but cats are nature's finest serial killers at their core. Pudding would be perfect as a needy, jealousy-prone kitty who's way too good at playing up the cutesy kitten act to get on people's good sides— right up until a tsundere moment kicks in. Then, she's all puffed-up, twitching tail and poorly stifled purring.

Caesar — Axolotl: Like his pet poison slime thing! Axolotls are apparently "used extensively in scientific research due to their ability to regenerate limbs, gills, and parts of their eyes and brains", which feels fitting for Caesar, as does the fact that they're tricky to take care of as pets (and keep getting put in cages by people who don't treat them well, at that). Also, those feathery external gills are cute!!

Queen — American alligator: Lethal fat fuck of a reptile, exactly how Queen should be! Alligators can be lazy and kind of goofy-looking, but they're still dangerous and very strong. The huge, thick tail is also an obvious plus (the "Brachio-Snakeus" trick haunts me). And really, can't you see him sprawled out all lazy, for gator-style sunbathing?

Drake — Rottweiler/Border Collie mix: A strong, intelligent, capable, and work-oriented animal, that would (as a dog-experienced friend put it), "tear a house down to the foundation" if left without enough to occupy it. Drake gives me "beaten dog" vibes, in general, and it feels fitting that his hybrid species could easily have been sweet, if not for the trauma and DEEP psychological issues.

Law — Shorthaired silver tabby: Law is so very catboy-coded. He's a grumpy, fussy kitty who will both claw your arm open if you try to touch him, and could just as easily be reduced to a purring puddle if his guard gets torn down enough to allow it. Cats are highly effective agents of violence (and can be total bastards, when they want to), but also absolute babies. And imagine tiny, angry catboy Law getting scruffed by Rocinante to prevent the aforementioned clawing.

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jellyclogs · 1 year ago

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Perospero x reader: A wife

trigger warnings: arranged marriage

this fic is 95% fluff 5% angst

I love this stupid candy man <3

Perospero sighed, a wife. He never thought about what it would be like to have one. If he was being honest he never thought he would get one. He had dedicated his whole life to his mother, in many ways he was nothing more than her son. He was 50 and the thought of a wife had long since faded, but here he was. Momma had declared that he would be getting married.

“Perospero sir,” a guard called stepping into the room, “Your fiance has arrived.” the man said as he stood in a salute.

She was here. The woman who would be, being forced to marry him. If he was being honest with himself he pitied her. He had seen a photo of her and he could tell she was much younger than him. If he was half his age he might not feel so guilty. The guilt was only amplified by the fact that he was excited to have a wife. To have someone to greet him when he made it home from a long day of work. To have someone who would listen to him.

He had found himself daydreaming of a sweet domestic life since he found out Momma planned to have him married. He honestly didn't want to force the poor woman who would be stuck with him into anything romantic, he just wanted to have a friendship with her. They would be stuck in the same house so it would be partially a necessity for them to get along.

Perospero got up, “Thank you for letting me know.” he turned to look at the man, “Where is she id like to meet her.” the candy man was doing his best to hide his excitement, he really did want to meet his future wife. He hoped the woman was someone who he could get along with.

“Big mom sent her to her room to unpack.” the guard answered.

“Let her know, that if she feels up to it, I'm waiting in the garden to meet her.” Peros adjusted his bow tie feeling nervous.

“Yes sir.” the guard announced as he left.

8>($^$)<8

(y/n) slowly stepped into the garden, she was nervous. She always knew that she'd be married off. She always knew she would have no say in her future. She closed her eyes and sent a silent prayer to whatever gods would hear her that her future husband would be a kind mind.

She continued her shaky steps as she tried to spot her future husband. Just keep walking, one step at a time. She wouldn't lie that the thought of marrying a pirate scared her more than marrying some pompous noble. She bit her lip and told herself to just take it one step at a time, and mind her manners.

“You look nervous,” a voice broke her from her thoughts.

“Oh, well,” she forced a polite smile onto her lips, whirling around to find who was talking to her. She spotted him, her future husband. Her stomach churned as she forced her polite and sophisticated mask up further, “I'm just worried about the first impression ill give to you.” she curtsied to the tall man.

“Please relax,” Peros gave the woman a soft smile, he had found her picture pretty but seeing her in person was entirely different. The woman had the air of a princess. Not the kind of princess that was snooty and saw the world as belonging to her but the kind of princess from a fairy tale. The kinda princess that is woken up from a comma by true love's kiss.

“I've looked forward to meeting you,” (y/n) lied giving him a worm smile, she had been scared out of her mind.

Perospero could see the woman was nervous or maby more likely scared. He was impressed with how calm she was acting but he could see the tiny shake in her hands as she moved and how stiff her movements were, “It's sweet of you to try and cater to my emotions Candy but you don't have to. Since we are going to be married i want you to feel comfortable enuff to tell me the truth.” he watched her carefully.

(y/n) nodded her head before standing tall and looking into his brown eyes, “well then to be honest, I'm terrified.” she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, “but i want to get to know you and see if my fear is unfounded.”

Perospero found himself smiling, she looked so determined. He nodded his head, “What scars you the most about this?” he asked, “Perhaps we should find a place to sit and properly talk about this?”

Her (y/c) eyes sparkled, “that sounds like a wonderful idea. Please lead the way.”

Perospero thought for a moment before heading for a bench he rather liked, it sat in the shade of a willow tree and was surrounded by a semicircle of rose bushes, “why don't you start to tell me your fear on the way.”

“I hope you do not mind me being frank, but you're a pirate.” (y/n) started thinking how best to say this, “ not that I've met many pirates but I've heard stories and well, I'm scared you are violent.”

Perospero was honestly shocked by how forward she had just been, he had to respect the woman for that, “Well I don't blame you for that, and I'm not sure what my word is worth at the moment but I promise I will never raise my hand to you.” he stopped in front of the bench and offered the woman a hand to help her sit.

(y/n) took his hand gingerly, “ I guess we'll have to see if your actions back your words.” she was doing her best to sound confident, “What about you? Is there anything you’re scared of for this marriage?”

Prosper took the seat next to (y/n), “you're asking me if I'm scared?” Pero chuckled.

“Well we are in the same boat here.” (y/n) gave Peros a genuine smile, “Unless you had a say in getting married, I'm a complete stranger that you will have to spend the rest of your life with.”

“I'm scared that you will resent me,” Perospero answered, he was surprised she even bothered to think about his fears in this, let alone ask him. He felt his excitement building up, perhaps this marriage would be a good one.

“Well I can't say if resentment will grow but you’re not the one who chose this for me, if you treat me like a human with my own emotions then we should be ok.” (y/n) felt herself relaxing more, and more as they talked. If he was a violent man he was hiding it well.

“You are amazing,” Perospero laughed, “I hoped that you would be willing to give a relationship a try but this is more than I could have hoped.” Perospero smiled, “I also want you to know that I don't expect you to treat me as a husband, all I want is for us to be able to talk and be on good terms.”

“I want us to be at least friends Perospero,” (y/n) grabbed his hand, “but I'm not against the idea of eventually being more but I want to take it slow and get to know you.” she turned her head to look at the pretty rose bushes and spoke more softly, “and your more than I could have hoped for, thank you for hearing my fears and not expecting too much from me.”

Perospero squeezed her hand, “I want you to be as comfortable as you can be here.”

“Thank you Peros,” (y/n) turned to him, she thought about her next action for a moment before leaning up and kissing his cheek, “I promise I will make this as easy on you as I can.”

Perospero felt his face flush, she was a princess and she was his princess. It had been years since he had pondered having a love life but here she was. He silently promised himself that he would do all he could to make her happy here.

8>($^$)<8

“So you're telling me that the pretty thing isn't throwing a fit that she’s stuck with you.” Craker cackled.

Peros rolled his eyes siping the whisky in his glass, “Isn't it remarkable?”

Mont-d’Or smiled, “there was no way she wouldn't fall in love.” he was lying, of course, most of the charlotte sons had been worried for their older brother, “you are a catch.” he chuckled.

It had been a month since (y/n) had arrived and over that time Perospeo had come to really enjoy the woman's company. She had been nothing but kind to him and he found she was very good at listening. He had found himself talking to her each night about his day and his troubles. She would listen and give advice if she felt he needed it or just affirm that whatever it was he was dealing with was exhausting.

“You're just saying that because seeing Pero get a chance means you have one.” cracker jabbed, he wasn't a mean man he just played ruff with his brothers, he knew they could take it.

“Oh come on cracker cut them a break tonight is supposed to be a night to party it's the last night for big brother will be a single man.” oven ruffly patted Cracker on the back, “plus we all know you're just jealous.” he chuckled the heat in his cheeks coming from the booze he’d been drinking not his devil fruit.

“Well dam right I'm jealous!” cracker huffed, “(y/n) is hot and it's not like momma is gonna find me a cute little bride like her.” he downed his drink in one go.

“ jealous isn't a good look on you.” Katakuri chimed in, he was honestly glad his brother got along with his wife-to-be.

“Well at least I'm honest about my jealousy,” cracker fumed, “Don't act like your not jealous Katakuri. You would kill to have a cute little wife!”

Katakuri chuckled softly but didn't dignify Cracker’s accusation with a response.

“Like he’d have time for a wife.” Daifuku laughed, he had had more than enuff to drink but was still downing more.

“I'm sure he’d make time for one.” Craker laughed.

Katakuri shrugged.

8>($^$)<8

(y/n) sat with a handful of the charlotte sisters. She hadn't wanted to do much for her bachelorette party but Brulee had insisted they do something. (Y/n) had found herself being rather close friends with Brulee. The woman was very kind and welcoming, it made (y/n) feel less like an outsider to the massive family.

Brulee had decided to through a cute little sleepover as (y/n)’s bachelorette party. It would be something small but memorable. A proper welcome to the charlotte family.

“So (y/n) I've got to know how do you really feel about him?” Smoothie asked. She sat reclined on a big loveseat, (y/n) found the long-legged woman very intimidating.

“How many times do I have to say that I really do like him.” (y/n) giggled. She was currently getting pampered. She had a clay mask on as Galettel brush her hair so she could braid her hair.

Cinnamon laughed, “it's just hard to believe.”

Citron swatted at Cinnamon, “You should be happy for big bro.”

“Oh come on you are just as shocked as I am.” Cinnamon giggled in response.

“I don't see what's so shocking?” (Y/n) sighed, “He's a very kind man and I think he's rather good-looking. We get along well.” she puffed out her cheeks and did her best to be offended on her husband-to-be’s behalf.

Brulee laughed, “you really are something else,” she mused.

“Stop squirming or I'm gonna mess up more than I already have.” (y/n) whined at Brulee. (y/n) was doing her best to braid Brulees massive hair. (y/n) honestly enjoyed playing with hair it was relaxing.

“Ok sorry.” Brulee tried to calm her laughter.

(y/n) blushed slightly before asking, “Do you think Peros would let me play with his hair?”

The room of women burst out giggling.

8>($^$)<8

The dress was beautiful it was a soft peach color. A princess-style ballgown with a sweat heart neckline. It had flowery lace that was pure white that formed sleeves and covered her chest and back in a mesh bodice. The skirt had patches of lace throughout it. (y/n) gave a spin in the dress. She couldn't help but feel absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a pair of gold heels that peeked out when she walked.(y/n) pulled the vail over her face and smiled she truly was a beautiful blushing bride.

“I know I was there when you picked it but wow you look amazing!” Cracker complimented. He had pulled the short straw and would be walking the woman down the aisle in place of her father.

“I can't wait to see his face when he sees me!” (Y/n) smiled she was on cloud nine. She couldn't find a reason to feel nervous. She had made a promise to herself when she understood she would have no say in who she was marrying she would make her wedding day a day of celebration no matter what.

“I think hell cry.” cracker laughed. Hed grown pretty damn fond of his older brother's wife. It was hard not to enjoy being around her, she was so determined to live a happy life even though she had little say in how she was supposed to live

“Happy tears?” (y/n) asked in a nervous tone. Glancing to cracker over her shoulder. Her naturally pretty face was accentuated with light makeup, her cheeks were rosy and her lips a glossy deep peach town. The slight pout on her face would make any man's heart pound.

“Well of course they’ll be happy tears.” Brulee smiled (y/n) truly looked amazing.

The bride smiled, “I'm glad.” she burst into a small fit of giggles, before fully turning from the mirror and getting a good look a Brulee. “Wow you look amazing!” she smiled coming to stand next to her maid of honor.

(y/n)’s bridal party was filled out with Charlet sisters, if she was being honest she didn't care much about it. What she did care about was Brulee being her maid of honor, she had been adamant that Brulee was the maid of honor. Brulee was the closest thing she had to a best friend and (y/n) cherished her.

“Why not give me a twirl?” (y/n) asked.

Brulee blushed softly at the woman’s compliment before doing a small spin. Brulee felt slightly ridiculous but put up with it for the bride’s sake. She was not used to being fawned over, in really any way let alone someone calling her beautiful.

Brulee was no longer wearing her normal tiered white dress, she was in a simplistic dark blue dress. The dress had a simple square neckline and short puffy sleeves, it had a defined waist with a skirt that didn't flare out much from her hips and fell slightly passes her knees. Her wild purple hair was neatly pinned up into a bun with a flower pin. She looked lovely.

“The dress looks great on you.” (y/n) took Brulee’s hands, “thanks for agreeing to be my maid of honor.”

Before Brulee could respond Mont-d’Or cleared his throat and announced, “We gotta get things moving or we won't be on schedule, come on Brulee let's get you with the other bridesmaids.” he had been appointed to be the wedding planer and he took his job seriously.

“You don't have to thank me,” Brulee said as she rushed to follow her brother's instructions.

8>($^$)<8

It was time, she would be walking down the aisle any moment. She had promised herself that she would not spend her wedding day dreading it but now standing there with cracker, moments away from walking down the aisle, she felt nervous. She did her best to not show it but she couldn't help but to squeeze Crackers' arm.

“Finally getting cold feet?” Cracker asked, no ounce of teasing in his voice.

“The waiting is just killing me.” (y/n) huffed softly, “I'm just ready to get the I-do’s out of the way.” she forced a genuine-looking smile on her face as she spoke. She found herself retreating into her polite facade. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and flipped the switch, she was now the doll her parents had raised her to be. The only emotion she would show was an aloof smile and the proper manners that had been pounded into her head. Her grip on Cracker's arm relaxed, “Sorry.” she hummed.

Cracker was almost shocked at the sudden difference in (y/n). He no longer felt like he was looking at the woman had come to know she now looked like a hallow mannequin, her eyes had a far off look to them. “Are you ok?” Cracker ask

“Yes of course,” (y/n) smiled before giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I just hate crowds."

Cracker did not believe her but gave her a smile back. "It's normal to be nervous," Cracker soothed, "not one of my sisters wasn't at least a little nervous before walking down the aisle," he resisted the urge to pat her head and mess her hair up.

(Y/n) looked up to him still that living doll for a moment before her she gained a small spark of herself again, "Yeah I'm nervous, and it's like all of the what ifs are coming in with a vengeance." She looked up to Cracker, " I feel like if I walk down the aisle suddenly you all will no longer have to be nice to me. Like a mouse who's about to take the cheese, its neck about to be snapped by the trap."

Cracker looked down at the pretty woman, she was so sweet and trusting, "Well the only way to find out if we all have just been on our best behavior is to walk down the aisle, Make Peros cry, and officially become a member of the family." Cracker wrapped an arm over (y/n)'s shoulders, " Once your family we'll definitely treat you like family. If we're mean to you it's not because we hate you we're just comfortable enough to be more ourselves around you." He gave her a squeeze before adding, "You don't have siblings so you don't know this but we nag and bully each other out of love."

(Y/n) looked back into Cracker's eyes, "Thank you." She set a hand on his hand, the one on her shoulder, and squeezed, " I'm glad you're the one walking me down the aisle, I'm not sure Oven or Daifuku would've given me such a good pep talk."

The music began to play cueing the two it was time to walk. (Y/n) looked into Cracker's eyes giving him a soft nervous smile and offering him her arm. Cracker flashed her a cocky smirk, taking her arm in his. Cracker felt another pang of jealousy, this woman was cute and so earnest, Perospero would be happy with her. He leaned over and whispered, "Just breathe, you've got this." With that said the two started the march.

(Y/n) could feel everyone looking at her. She didn't blame them but it did make her feel self-conscious. She took a deep breath and stared forward, finding Perospero waiting at the end of the aisle. From that point on her eyes were locked on him. He was dressed in a midnight blue suit, his hair pulled up and into a bun at the top of his head; a few strands fell loosely framing his face. She felt all her nerves wash away.

Perospero suddenly couldn't breathe, (y/n) looked stunning. Was he really lucky enough to have her? If he was dreaming he prayed he would never wake up. He shot her a soft smile. His heart was pounding in his ears.

"You look great," (y/n) whispered as soon as she was standing across from Perospero.

"Next to you, I look drab," Perospero whispered back.

(Y/n) opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by Mont-d’Or, "We are gathered here today to witness the matrimony of the eldest son of big mom, Perospero and (y/n) (l/n)." His voice carried through the entire venue, "Perospero, do you take (y/n) to be your wedded wife, through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and to love her for as long as you live?"

Perospero looked deep into (y/n)'s eyes. He thought it was too soon to say whether he loved her or not but staring down at her he was shocked to find that he did love her. It had only been a month but he loved her. He knew that he had so much to learn about her but still, he loved her. He searched her eyes for a hint of how she felt, for if she was scared or regretful. He couldn't find a trace of fear in her beautiful (e/c) eyes. All he saw in her eyes was hope. He grabbed her hands and answered, "I do."

Mont-d’Or nodded and continued "(Yn/) do you take Perospero to be your wedded husband, through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and to love him for as long as you live?"

(Y/n) squeezed Perospero's hands. When she looked into his deep brown eyes she saw raw admiration. She was hesitant to fully admit she loved him. Maybe she didn't love him but she did appreciate what he was. He would not force her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. He would not be angry if she didn't love him. He at a minimum would be a good friend to her no matter what. If she did not love him at the moment she was sure that given time she would love him. "I do."

"I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." Mont-d’Or finished.

Perospero bent down and picked (y/n) up, supporting her but and bringing her eye level with him. (Y/n) reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear before cupping his cheek and leaning in. Perospero met her half way and gently kissed her. For a moment the world melted away. The only thing that mattered in the moment was the two of them.

(Y/n) was the first to pull away, a lightheaded feeling washing over her. Her hand stayed on his cheek, a drunken smile stretching across her face, "you are not drab." She whispered, "You are breathtaking."

Perospero was frozen for a moment before he broke out laughing, "Just about anyone would be drab standing next to you." he mused setting his forehead against hers.

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Perospero sighed as he walked through his front door. It had been a long day. Long enuff to make his bones ache and his head throb. He wanted nothing more than to lie down and not move for the foreseeable future. He pulled off his vibrantly yellow trench coat and hung it up. The feeling of the cool air was delicious, almost as sweet as candy. Then he slipped his hat and shoes off. He ran a hand through his hair letting out a small hum. Much better.

Perospero went to begin his normal end-of-day routine. One, turn on nice and relaxing classical music. Today he was in the mood for something heavy on piano. Two, start to boil the water for his nightly cup of tea. He had a special herbal tea blend, it had camomile, mint, and a few other herds specially chosen to help him relax. Three, pick a book to read. Tonight he might skip this step. Four, steep his tea and sit down on his wonderfully comfortable recliner. Then he would sit there and relax for at least an hour.

"You look tired," a soft soothing voice disrupted Perospero's nightly routine.

Perospero felt a smile creep onto his lips, " hello my dear," he almost purred remembering he no longer had to spend his evenings alone. He turned to look at his lovely little wife. She was holding one of his mugs, it looked oversized in her much smaller hands. A soft smile comfortably plastered on her lips. She was in a cute little green baby doll dress that fell halfway down her thighs. She casually leaned against the door frame leading to the kitchen.

(Y/n) held the mug in her hands out to him, " I made you your tea." She said sheepishly, "I think I made it just the way you like it, but if I didn't please tell me." She looked down at her hands. It was stupid how nervous she felt about this gesture. It had been a week since she had properly moved into Perospero's home. It wasn't quite her home yet. Yes, she lived there but it still felt strange and new. She was trying to carve out a place for herself in her husband's life but felt nervous to overstep.

Perospero gaped for a moment, trying to find the right words. " I'll drink it whether you got it right or not," he grabbed the mug from her hands. He blew on his tea before taking a small sip. It was slightly sweeter than he usually took it, but still, it was good, "you went a tiny bit strong on the honey," his honest opinion slipped out," but it's wonderful," he quickly added, his eyes shooting to his poor wife's face. He hoped his careless words hadn't just crushed her.

"I'll go lighter on the hunny tomorrow," (y/n) offered, her voice was neutral but unsure.

"You know I think you might be too kind to me." Perospero took another sip of tea, " if you keep spoiling me, I'm going to go rotten." He relaxed again when she finally looked up and met his gaze. She was smiling again," I don't mind my tea being a little too sweet, I'd take my tea sickly sweet if it meant I didn't have to spend my evening alone."

"Well tomorrow I'll try again," (y/n) locked eyes with him, "but right now I think you should turn on your music and relax."

"So you have been mesmerizing my routine?" Perospero quirked a brow.

"Yes I have," (y/n) shrugged her shoulders. "You like having the structure, as your wife I should try and keep you comfortable. Now I'm sure your feet are killing you, let's go to the living room and you can tell me how your day went. If you want to at least" She gently pushed him toward the living room.

Perospero shook his head, how lucky was he? What on this big blue ball did he do to deserve this woman? He would have been fine if she lived their married life just humoring him with small talk every now and then but here she is, " if you keep this up I'm never going to fall out of the honeymoon phase," he gave in, and made his way to the living room. He quickly selected a sound dial to play before perching in his recliner.

"Is there anything else that might help you relax?" (Y/n) stood waiting for a reply.

"You are my wife, not my maid," Perospero appreciated what she was doing but he wanted her to be relaxed. He did not want his wife to feel she needed to wait on him hand and foot, “Come here and sit down.” he gestured toward the other couch.

(y/n) shuffled over to stand in front of him, “Could I maby sit on your lap?” she asked looking down at her feet.

Instead of giving his adorable wife a verbal answer he leaned forward and swept her off her feet picking her up and placing her on his lap, "you really are adorable," he mused planting teasing kisses all over her face.

"So how was your day?" (Y/n) squeaked out trying hard not to sound so flustered. She failed miserably.

"It was long, mother was more than demanding. Difuk managed to recklessly use his jeeny and destroyed a few ships. I've already put in an order for replacements. And then Flampe went on with her smear campaign on Katakuri. Truly that girl is rotten to the core. I really don't know why she's making such a big deal out of his mouth." Perospero groaned, "But truth be told it was nothing out of the usual." Perospero shighed, pulling (y/n) closer into his chest. He was enjoying the feeling of having (y/n) seated in his lap. She was a bit squeamish when it came to physical touch so he hadn't had many chances like this. He was glad to see her relaxing into the relationship, "how about you my candy, how was your day?"

"A little lonely," (y/n) snuggled into her towering husband, "I want to go out and see the island but I'm still a bit scared of the affiliates of your crew. I don't feel comfortable doing it alone. oh but don't worry I found fun here in the house. You have a very nice collection of books." She paused for a moment, "I wish I could do something to calm your family down. If that's a normal day for you I hate to think about what a bad day would be."

" I doubt anyone could calm down all of my siblings." Perospero wasn't sure how to comfort his wife. He understood her hesitation to trust the crews that served under the big mom pirates. She had grown up a civilian, she had no fighting experience, the woman was gentle and caring. All of it meant one thing, she would be vulnerable to any attack. He was glad she was aware of her vulnerability and cautious not to risk her safety but hated the thought of her feeling trapped in the house. He knew that not a soul would dare raise a hand to her on his island (or any other in totto land) but how could he expect her to believe that. He bit his lip before saying, " I promise you are safe to go anywhere you want in totto land. I don't blame you for not trusting the unsavory folks mother keeps around but only an absolute moron would try to hurt you. Everyone knows not to mess with the family." He sighed, " but why don't I see if one of my siblings will go out on a day trip with you tomorrow, or if I can get someone to cover my duties."

"That sounds nice." (Y/n) hummed before looking up into Perospero's chocolate colored eyes, "I know in theory I'm safe but my brain just won't accept it." She sat up and pecked his lips, she was ready for a subject change. She was feeling a bit bold, so for that little fire in her could go out she spoke "you know I really like your hair. I've always liked men with long hair."

Perospero felt his cheeks heating up, "is that so?" He asked, mindlessly letting one of his hands run up and down her back. He wasn't used to compliments, especially not ones said so casually.

"Yeah," (y/n) replied, " I always had day dreams of having a partner who let me play with their hair."

It did not take a rocket scientist to understand (y/n) wanted to play with Perospero's hair, he found it endearing how she was going about this. He closed his eyes and chuckled, "well not that I'd ever tell them but I did enjoy when my sisters would practice hairstyles on me." He wondered if she would ask him to play with his hair or if he'd have to offer it to her.

"Peros, would you mind me playing with your hair? I've been wanting to since our wedding." (Y/n) gave her husband some puppy dog eyes.

"Yes you can play with my hair." He answered her, trying not to laugh at just how cute she was being. The more she relaxed around him the cuter she got. Underneath her proper and polite demeanor was something so much better. His thoughts were only confirmed when he saw how excited she looked at his answer.

"I'll go grab a brush!" She smiled as she slipped off his lap and skittered out of the living room.

A wife. He never thought he'd have one, let alone one so amazing. Perospero smiled, staring after his wife. He felt a swell of pure joy in his chest. All those sweet and simple domestic fantasies he had in his younger years were bubbling back up to the top of his mind. This was going to be the best time of his life. He couldn't wait to see what other cute or sweet things the woman he married would do.

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