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rkiveinmarvel · 9 months ago

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anatomy of hands and sake - roronoa zoro. (18+) des. angst-fluff-smut, wano arc. zoro finally woke up after the fight with big mom and kaido--he missed you. porn with plot. clothed sex. make up sex. unprotected sex (practice safe sex ppl) marking and biting>; soft sex, established relationship. soft!dom zoro, people being inlove, aftercare!! nsfw

notes. my propaganda: soft!zoro is canon zoro-again this contains smut (minors dni, pls) zoro big cock energy, mentions of wounds and stitches. F! Reader

hello. i had this idea for a while and yeah, here it is. it's my first time writing smut so, bear with me--n e way he might be ooc here but zoro is zoro and iluvhim. hiyori is mention as well tho-no hate to hiyori-luv that girl--livelaughlovemarimo

w.c: 3k (damn, zoro)

The infamous swordsman of the Straw Hat is known for his ability to stand his ground in any battle and situation, with one foot in front of him–he doesn’t hesitate to draw his sword if someone pisses off the crew. Saints forbid those who pissed off the swordsman because he will show no mercy and no hesitation, until it’s the captain’s orders—and an order from you.

It’s no secret that you and the straw hats were once against each other in the fight at skypiea but that fight is the fight Zoro hesitated to hold his sword—maybe because he’s finally facing a right hand of the so-called god or maybe you were fighting against your will or maybe—just maybe—he didn’t want to hurt you. He still remembers how you gripped your sword with such anger and shouting at them to leave the island to protect themselves—call it a warning or a sign but at that moment, Zoro wanted to save you; he was glad he did.

That was two years ago and here you are now waiting Zoro to wake up from his slumber after fighting Kaido and Big Mom. You reached for the damp towel as you wiped his worn-out body and slow heaving chest—Zoro looked peaceful when he sleeps, he always does, but moments like this you wish you can just see him working out at the crow’s nest, hear him argue with the cook, look out for Chopper, or just seat and listen to you.

This is what you hate the most every time a battle ended, the silence of waiting, hoping, and wishing that all of the crew members are okay—the unwanted fast paced heartbeat as you wished for them to be okay. You sighed deeply as you caressed Zoro’s face and continue to wipe his cheeks and dance your fingertips in his hair.

“Please, wake up…” You whispered lowly as you stare at this sleeping state and replace his old bandages with new ones. Once you finished cleaning him up—a small smile left your lips as you kissed his forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Morning after morning, the green-haired swordsman and the future king of the pirates are still asleep—with no luck, you decided to spend the night looking out for the two; which Chopper didn’t agree at first, but as Chopper felt the tiredness catching up in his body—he agreed.

Then, it was a week: a week of looking out for the two whilst also switching watching duties with the straw hat; but most of the time: you stayed there not wanting to switch with Sanji nor Nami as you hold Zoro’s hand muttering and wishing that he should wake up.

Usopp rushes in the hallway and knocked on the room where you stayed—with a loud voice he announced that Zoro and Luffy are awake. You two immediately rush into the room—your pounding heartbeat and the ringing in your ear didn’t stop you—he’s awake, Zoro is awake—you kept on repeating on your head—the two of them are alive and okay.

Hesitation floods in your mind as you stood by the door but soon was replaced when you hear cheers and a familiar laugh coming out from the room—as Usopp opened the door: there you saw him and Luffy.

You didn’t know when or how but Chopper was clinging and trying to stop Zoro as he chugs a huge bottle of sake. A smile escaped your lips as Luffy called your name in such glee, with a last chug, Zoro finally locked eyes with you: saints, he missed you. You gave him a relieved smile but somehow covered when Hiyori placed a bottle of sake in front of him in which he groaned. He moved the sake aside and watched you talk to Luffy—he should speak to you—but before he can speak, he felt hands of Hiyori creeping from behind.

“You were out for a week.” Brook explained as he drank and ate next to the crew.

“We aren’t dirty though.” Zoro stated as he eyed his hands.

“I cleaned you up.” Hiyori announced from behind him, earning a choke from Yamato, as Yamoto looks at you, as you catch his look—you chuckled in your cup as you drank sake. As Sanji and Zoro banters about Hiyori—you laughed at the sight—everything is okay, Wano is free, the crew are laughing, and Zoro is okay.

“We should have the banquet, today!” Momonosuke announces.

---As the entire people cheers, Zoro locked eyes with you once again, as you raised a cup signaling him for a cheer in which he nodded and gave you a cheeky smirk. For the time being, Nami have decided to take a bath, inviting you, Robin, Hiyori, and the others as well.

You leave the room as the boys continue to drink and eat—that until Zoro noticed that you’re no longer in the room he’s in—he stood up and left the room while also removing the bandages on his body because it restricts his movement as he walked.

You were preparing for the bath when you entered your room until you felt a familiar arm holding you from behind. It didn’t make you flinch nor scared, somehow, it comforted you. You hummed at the person who’s hugging you from behind.

You felt his chest on your back he holds you tighter. “You left early.”

“Nami invited us for a bath.”

“You didn’t talk to me.”

“You were busy drinking.”

He then let you go from his grasp and hold your shoulder to make you look at him. “Thanks for cleaning me up.” You smiled softly as you eyed him.

“Hiyori did.” I teased innocently.

“She did but you did it every day…”

“How can you say so?” He then holds your hand and placed it on his cheeks. “I know how your hand feels when you hold me, woman.”

As he placed your hand on your cheeks—he leaned in at the contact. “I’ve missed you, Zo.” You whispered lowly as you pulled him into an embrace, you settled in his chest as you listen to his heartbeat, beating pretty fast.

He hummed as you said those words as he fiddled with the strand of your hair as you hugged him. “That was pretty dumb, you know.”

That left him confused. “Law and Sanji told me what happened—that was dumb, Zoro.” He pulled away from the hug and noticed that some tears are threatening to fall from your eyes.

He wiped them away as he waited you to continue what you’re about to say. “You almost died.” In that moment, his heartbeat begins to beat faster: you were that worried.

“That was dumb because the way Law told me, it seems like you were ready to die---”

“I wanted to protect Luffy and you—”

His heart breaks as you shook your head. “Protect yourself too. I know you care about the crew but I don’t want to face this again—the fear of you not waking up, like in Thriller Bark? I know you don’t want to lose anyone but—I don’t want to lose you too.” Your hand shakes as you cup his cheeks again.

He grips your wrist and gave your wrist a ghost kiss, uttering a soft whisper that he can only hear. As he kissed your wrist, he just stared at you. He kissed your hand, fingertips; he kept staring at you.

As he looked at you with a soft gaze, he pulled you closer to him.

“I’m sorry.” He only follows Luffy’s orders but—somehow, even you’re not the captain—he follows you. “I’ll get stronger so, you won’t feel like you will lose me again.” He kissed your temples and wiped your tears, as you nodded.

He stared at you for a while and his eyes lingered in your lips. Without a warning, he placed his lips into yours as you taste the sake he drunk from before. He hummed in your lips as you reciprocate the kiss, he placed his hand on your nape as he was eager to pull you closer to him if that was possible, while your hands roam around his body.

His chest, neck, abdomen, arms, and biceps—it was explored by you—he pulled away as he settles his lips on your neck muttering your name while he does. Your hand fumbles his hair, as you hold him closer. He kisses and left marks on your neck, while indulge himself with your scent.

You tilted your head as you gave him more space as his hand traveled in your kimono, pulling it down softly. He pulled away from your neck as his hand travels in your kimono—slowly untying its knot. He whispered your name as low as he could: “Can I…?”

Your hand travels into his nape as you nod. “Use your words, doll.”

“Yes…Zo.” You hummed as he let his hand let loose of the knots in your kimono. “I fucking missed you.” He whispered lowly as his lips travel from your neck towards your collarbone.

“I was just here, Zo.” You felt goosebumps as his hand travels every inch of your body. As his breaths shallows and his lips relaxes on your collarbone and chest. You whimpered his name so low; he’s the only person hearing it. He let his clothes fall on the floor as he lay you down on the futon. But he clicks his tongue as he felt a sharp pain on his chest in which you immediately pulled away.

“We don’t have to---” He stared at you with flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes: as his eyes travels at everything that is you, he groaned and shook his head as he grabbed you by the hips switching your positions—making you straddle him. He smirked as he saw you on top of him with pride as he pulled you down for a kiss.

“I fucking want you.” He holds your hips as he moved you in a rhythm. He hummed as you gasped at the pace. “Been looking for you when I woke up.” You felt him so close, despite the small clothes keeping you two apart.

“You sure it wasn’t the sake?” You teased as you stopped your hips.

“Take it off…” He whimpered.

You never thought for a million of years that the pirate hunter would whimper under you—in hearing his plea: you take everything off your body including his: for a moment, the world seemed to stop as your hand travels into his new wounds. Your hand shakes as you saw new stitches.

Before you can say anything—he grabbed your hand that was tracing his new wounds. “Eyes up here, doll.” He said into your fingertips—but unknown emotion filled you as your lips find his wounds, you carefully kiss them as blush continue to travel around Zoro’s body.

“Oi…” He continues to repeat as you kiss his wounds. His gaze locks into you as you kissed him on his lower abdomen. He gave you a knowing look: “Come kiss me, woman.”

So, you did. His hand travels into your clit as he continues to kiss you—as he pulled away: he stared at your expression whilst you stare at him, breathless, blushing mess, and muttering his name every chance you get. As he finds the right time to slip his finger inside you and it made you gasp. “Fuck—so, fucking warm.” He whispered in your ear as his fingers continues to mark your inside.

He was slow in pace as if he was memorizing your sound, voice, expression, and your look. He kissed your temple as he feels you tightening up. “Great job…baby.” There are times where he lets himself be vulnerable and call you names, he thought he would never use.

But as your hips meet his hands—he groaned as he moved his hand in a pace where you find yourself gripping his biceps—with one last move, you came undone into his hand as he kissed your temple; “My girl…” he whispered as he felt you shiver in his touch—he pulled his hand away and he kisses his hand while staring at you.

You smiled and kissed him in his lips: tasting yourself in his mouth. “Better than any sake…” He whispered with a smirk as he continues to kiss your lips. He stared at you as his hand take hold of your hips once more as you aligned yourself into him—he slides his cock between your folds, he felt warm and you felt full.

“Relax…” You didn’t know how or why or maybe because of the orgasm you had earlier but at the same time he felt bigger. As you settle into his cock, you stayed there as he looks at you. “Babe…” He called you like a prayer—without saying anything, you knew what he wanted. He flipped your over so, he’s now on top of you.

“I got you—relax, doll.” He whispered in your ear as he stared at you. You pulled him for a kiss as he moves his body to meet yours. “Move…” He takes a short and slow thrust while he stared at your expression which let a small and deep growl out of him.

As his impatient character caught up to him—he starts to get faster; your head thrown against the futon as you moan his name is if that’s the only word you know. Your hands find his shoulder as you pulled him closer. You’re too perfect for him, your walls were made for him—he finds your neck as he continues to suck and bite on it as you hold onto his shoulder as his make your inside fit for him and only him. At this moment, your name was the only thing leaving his mouth as breathless pleas, whimpers, sound of skin, and moans left the room—tears were stinging in your eye, Zoro noticed it he stopped with the fear that maybe he was hurting you but—it’s different, he saw your tears and you were smiling, you pulled him again for a hug but this time your hips met his. “I really thought I lost you.” You whispered in your embrace.

That was his call—he holds you’re his hips as your legs wrapped around his waist—as his name left your mouth in a high-pitched whimper; he leaned in and kiss you once more. As he felt your walls claiming his cock again—he knew you were close and so was he; he reaches for your clit and move it with his thrust—without a second, you’re bound for the second orgasm from the hands of the swordsman. Your legs tighten up at his waist, as you arch your back and you feel yourself shakes. Your walls tighten around him as you keep saying his name.

As you keep saying his name, Roronoa leaned in and kissed your shoulder—for a moment, he swore, he wants to keep you like this; only like this. He fills you up with his cock as his bite into your shoulder; he twitched inside—but he didn’t pull out, reliving and enjoying the warmth settling inside you. His heaving chest and your breathless state; you stared at each other.

When you two catch your breaths, he pulls out as the both of you hiss at the loss contact. He kissed your inner thighs, chest, hand, head, and lips: uttering a thank you. His hand caress your inner thighs softly, as he kisses your temple over and over again.

Before you can say anything—he leans down and kisses your lips as you smiled at the kiss. “Still better than sake?” You teased at his kiss.

He nodded and kissed you deeper. “Still better.” You noticed that one of his stitches on his biceps were getting red—you’re scared that he can get infection— but he just laughed and pulled you into his chest. “I’ll get Chopper to check on it—in the meantime, let’s stay here.” His hands play on your hair as you listen to his heartbeat.

“I was supposed to be in the bath with Nami.”

“Hmmm…You could’ve push me away.”

“You’re lucky that I like you.”

“I know.” He nodded as he heaved a deep sigh. “Robin told me you didn’t went to sleep, when you’re looking out for me while I was out—don’t do that again, okay, doll?”

“Just promise me you won’t get yourself killed.” He nodded as he placed your hand on his chest and gently kiss it.

“You always kiss my hand…why is that?”

“I just like it. My hands are like filled with wounds and yours are soft, warm…” He kissed it again. “Mine…” He whispered. “You always hold me so softly.” He admitted.

You looked at him as you rest your chin on his chest. “Any person should be hold softly and nicely.” He chuckled and shook his head. “With these wound and the swords, I highly doubt I’ll be considered as a person.”

“What makes you think that…?” You frown.

“I’m a monster, woman, so, sometimes it surprises me that you stay—"

“Why do you think you’re a monster?” This time you sat up—he looked at you with a surprise look on his face a parallel to your caring look as his eyes travels on the marks he left in your body; he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t see any monster.” You hold his hand that is placed on his shoulder. He always kisses your hand—so, this time, you kissed his.

“I only see the person that I love.” You kissed his hand, in a delicate manner—as if he was a porcelain glass, a gift from above; he felt his eyes sting as he cleared his throat fighting the blush trying to settle on his cheek.

“The things you me feel woman—The things you make me feel.” He muttered as he pulled you down for a kiss. You smiled at the kiss as he places his hands on your cheeks, without a sign or a signal; he muttered those three words and eight letters with a small tint of blush on his cheeks.

“I love you too, Roronoa.”

-- FIN

holy shit--my first ever smut; if it sucks--i'm sorry :,> zoro the man that you are! trafalgar law is next and it's fluff--wano arc has me gripping all story ideas lmaooo

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jeankluv · 11 months ago

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The after party || Trafalgar Law x reader

Warnings: +18, nsfw, jealousy, possessive law, canon universe, cocky law, fingering (f), backshots, references to a threesome (maybe in the future), a bit of past angst

Summary: Your captain gets jealous during the Wano party and you love to see him that way.

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After winning against Big Mom and Kaido, Law felt pletoric, he wasn’t a very party person but that felt like having the night of his life. He had his second drink on his hand and was watching his crew mates having fun with the rest of alliance members, but it would be a lie if he said his eyes were only focused on one particular figure.

Your waists were moving from one side to the other, making Law go crazy and feeling his cock getting harder from each moment passing. He wanted to see those waists rolling on top of him, while his dick was deep inside of you.

He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on the sake cup in his hand. He needed you right now and if you kept moving like that he wouldn’t hesitate and take you out of there in a heartbeat.

You throw your head backwards, laughing at something someone said. Your hair fell back, revealing the beautiful waves you had and your chest rose and fell from laughter and exposing a little bit more of skin, making the guy in front of you blush. Law couldn’t take it anymore and he stood from his seat and walked straight to you and that guy's place.

You were still laughing when he arrived beside you and held your wrist. Law leaned towards you and kissed you roughly, inserting his tongue into your mouth. You gasped at the sensation, it wasn't the first time you had kissed but it was done in such a possessive and aggressive way. Your legs shook and Law must have noticed because he placed his hand on your lower back to steady you.

Law pulled away from you, breaking the kiss. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to catch your breath again. When you opened your eyes again, you saw that the man you had been animatedly chatting with was no longer there, and that you now had Law, in front of you with a look full of lust and you could swear that he was capable of undressing you and fucking you in that moment.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing Law?” You broke free from his grip.

“What princess did I interrupt your little moment?” He responded with a cocky smile.

“Yeah you did.” You crossed your arms in front of you.

“Princess you know we…”

“We?!” You laughed sarcastically. “So now there is a we? Don’t make me laugh, Law.”

“C’mon princess.” He said brushing your waist, making a shiver run down your spine.

“No Law, you made everything fucking clear back when you decided to leave us, leave me in Zou saying that whatever we had was just a hobby for you. So you don’t get jealous when you see me with anyone.” You poked him in the chest with your index finger.

Law smiled, running his tongue along the inside of his mouth. You drove him crazy and he knew he was a dick for what he said to you back then, but if he didn't make you hate him, he knew you would do anything to go with him and putting you on risk was the last fucking thing he wanted. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. Your whole body was stuck to his and you could feel how hard he was under his clothes.

“Princess… I’m not jealous.” He leaned close to your ear and whispered. “Because none of those assholes are going to be able to lay a single finger on you.” He said and bit your earlobe, making you sway.

You swallowed and looked away from his gaze. “You are a fucking dick Law. I’m sure Eustass could…”

“Don’t you dare finish that phrase, sweetheart.” He got closer to you, if that was possible.

“Didn’t you say that you weren’t jealous?” You smiled. “Does Eustass make you that nervous?” You were pushing him forward.

“That asshole could never make you feel like I do.”

“Did. We haven’t been together since what? Over a year now? I’m pretty sure Eustass could satisfy me, with those biceps and big chest.” Seeing him jealous, was driving you insane and was making you hornier.

Law tensed his jaw and scanned your face with his honey eyes. He grabbed your wrist and started walking, away from the people, the party, the noise. When you were far enough away from everyone and everything, he pushed you against what you thought was an old abandoned cabin and began to devour your lips. You gasped as you felt Law's hand make its way under your kimono, getting closer and closer to your intimate area.

“Ah…” You moaned when his index touched your clitoris.

“You like that?”

“Yes… Captain.”

“That’s my babe. You are so fucking wet and I haven’t put my fingers in you yet.” He whispered to your ear.

“That’s because… because seeing you jealous made me wet.”

“Oh… so that’s it. You like seeing your captain angry, jealous?” He said, grabbing your face.

“Yes…”

“Yes what?”

“Yes captain.”

He smirked and captured your lips while introducing two fingers on your pussy, making you moan in his mouth. His long fingers exploring every corner of your sex.

You cried out covering your mouth with your palm. “Yes.” You let out.

“I want to hear you baby, don’t cover that pretty mouth of yours.” He said taking your palm out of your mouth. “Baby, do you have any idea how insane you make me? How fucking sexy you looked tonight? How jealous I was whenever a bastard approached you or made you laugh.”

“Oh my god” You let out, baring your teeth as Law increased the speed of his fingers. “Please Law…” You slightly opened your eyes, feeling the tears on them. “Fuck me.”

“No.” He responded with a cocky smile. “First I want you to cum on my fingers. To make you scream my name.” He said fingering you and rubbing your clit.

You slightly open your mouth enjoying Law’s fingers on you, feeling how you were getting closer and closer to your climax. He kept on working on you while kissing your neck and still holding you tightly. Your legs started to shake as you came on his fingers

“Law!” You said loudly.

“There you are sweetie.” He held your cheeks with one hand and smiled before kissing you.

“Stop being sweet and fuck me already.” You said on his lips.

“Oh I will and everyone in Wano will know how good I make you feel.”

“Mhm.” You tasted his words like honey.

He turned you around, and held your hips firmly. You could hear her pull down her pants and with a single thrust he entered you. A moan escaped from the back of your throat and with every thrust he gave, you couldn't help but moan. Law grabbed you by the neck to bring you closer to him and kiss you again while his thrusts became stronger and faster. You loved when he got jealous and then you fucked like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuck Law.” You let out. “Right there, please!”

He kept on speeding while moans also came out of his mouth, which made you hornier.

“Fuck…” He said. “I want you to come on my dick.” He grabbed your cheeks. “Do you understand, baby?” You nodded and you did as he said, you came in him with a loud moan. “That’s it baby.” He said as he came.

He pulled out of you, and you leaned against the wall as you tried to catch your breath after what had happened just now. You put on the kimono you were wearing and turned to look at him, his cheeks were red and his breathing was rapid.

“That was amazing.” You let out. “I love when you are so possessive.”

“Sure…” His cockiness was back. “But don’t you dare mention Kidd or how he could…”

“Wouldn’t you want to have a threesome with him?” You teased him with a smirk.

“Baby…” He walked towards you. “I’m the only one who can fuck you.”

“Why?” You came closer.

“Because you’re the only one for me and I’m the only one for you.” He said and left a kiss on your lips.

“Mhm…” You smiled on his lips. “I wouldn’t mind having another round during the after party.” You winked at him and started to walk away.

You felt him smile and walk next to you. “It won’t be one more round in the after party.”

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overtaken-stream · 9 months ago

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Where On3 Will St4nd

King The Wildfire x F!Lunarian!Reader

100+ Followers Special!! I APPRECIATE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE SUPPORT!! <3 (This was posted so late oml) This bad boy has been cooking in my drafts for close to a year and a half it feels like, it is very much burnt to a crisp. Thank you anon who asked me about King meeting another of his race! This would not be here without you <3

Also, sorry for the grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language.

word count: 8.9k

Warnings: incorrect cultural description(?)/practices(?), Self-harm(Burns), Imprisonment, Timeline is a mess don't come at me.

( The Land of a Demon )

Onigashima is an intimidating island; the smell of ash penetrates every corner of the scene where a battlefield will unfold. There are no flowers to add color to the brown mud and grey rocks, no snowflakes to grace the island or land on the red mist. The only thriving presence is the skull, where the fire emanates—the lair of a wrongdoer rotting and resting in this sinful place.

The skull, or rather, the rock resembling a creature much like the one on Thriller Bark—Oars, to be exact—was its name. But even he, the Junior, paled in comparison to the Skull Dome. No human could have sculpted it; giants, maybe, but even then, there are doubts.

It was formidable for you to step into the den of a beast earlier than expected, where you would be alone and defenseless. The dreadful aura the place is emitting is fitting for an Emperor of the sea. The deeper you went, the lighter you felt, the fearsome and overwhelming feeling was replaced by the intimidating, and may I say, strict walls you can find in the Wano Kuni, or the Flower Capital to be more exact, the only thing Onigashima lacks is the malnourishment that comes with Shoguns' rule, the exhausted faces of workers, the food prices and the dirtied outskirts. The separation of morals between the Wano Kuni and Onigashima shows clearly in the environment, it's like stepping into a completely different world, detached by the innocent victims who got birthed in this tangle of knotted rope, a mess, a sculptor done masterfully by manipulators of different social hierarchies. It's an art piece that took lives. A work in progress.

Their happiness depends on us. The ones who took it in the first place. The pirates.

We are the only people who bleed flames and light up the shadowed space that is Wano.

Soon.

...Soon.

After the worrying incident of the crew splitting apart yet again to get Sanji back and despite your worries for the polite cook- you were among the majority who continued traveling toward Wano. The plan was for you to become a Geisha working alongside Robin to get selected by the Shogun, but at last, the paths split and here you were in the den of beasts.

There was little chance of concealing your true identity in Wano; the absence of hair dyes posed a challenge. However, with strategic tying, the Obi belt effectively concealed the main factors that could give you away. The uncomfortable sensation is so familiar that you've learned to master not showing the everlasting pain on your face. The lightened makeup applied by the elderly further masks your skin, with red lips complementing your Obi and velvety gloves. The black hue of your flower kimono, snug tightly to your legs, hinders your pace, restraining you from keeping up with other women who, despite being more nervous, are less experienced in the field of treachery. Tonight, it will be challenging to differentiate professionals from novices, and you vow to take advantage.

The occasionally beautiful scenery inside the castle fails to comfort you amidst the fast-beating hearts; it is unsettling. The empty halls, guided by one of Kaido's puppets, make everyone dizzy with the maze-like walls—plain, hard to remember its turns.

In what way did the he turn last time?

The candles dwindle in plain sight as the floor creaks, accommodating the heavy steps of someone on the other side of the hallway. The sound becomes more vivid as it picks up pace, running past your group from the other side of the wall, capturing the attention of a soldier who turns and continues guiding with an anxious face.

It's only when the others, approximately ten pairs of feet, follow suit that you realize the commotion beside the separation. Judging by the soldier's expression, it seems to be a normal occurrence. However, you do not halt your steps; you continue to motionlessly follow, much like a sheep. It turns out the other women have the same idea.

There's an Oni free of its cage.

Debris falls from the shaking ceiling onto your shoulders. You wipe the black fabric clean, huffing as you quicken your pace, gently pushing the ladies to make way. The man, with spiky brown hair, takes another turn to the right this time.

``Sir, how far are you going to make us walk? Do you want us to be gasping for breath when we entertain our customers?`` You ask in a monotone voice, the impatience underlines your words, while your facial expression is the same as the one you entered with.

The soldier angles his neck to look up at you before his expression turns sour.

Lazy sons of bitches are too tired to answer a simple question. Tsk.

Your eye twitches as you await his answer. Not minding the spooked expressions of the ladies.

``Just above this floor.``

You only take your eyes off of him when the dark wood stairs come into view. It's been twenty years since the Beast Pirates invaded Wano Kuni and the history of Onigashima, they left a mark that will be impossible to remove. The residue of red that has maintained its place on the stairs is proof of that, who knows how many more illicit and barbaric things this place... This Country has witnessed. Who knows how many more will be lost.

Yet, people ignore it for their safety, geisha act no differently, even if they feel the warmth of a body no longer on the bottom of their okobo, they don't look down. For their security. Though you seem to be unable to look up, whoever the unfortunate victim was, you wish them a peaceful afterlife.

You hold in what anger you have, clenching your fists onto the sides of your kimono. There will come a time for you to spill it.

Soon.

...Soon.

A dreadful feeling emanates within the group, snapping you out of your daydreams. You didn't mean to get lost in your head, but the moment you let the fabric loose, the double door opens, and the women hurry their way to spots alongside every wall, unhappiness settling in their guts. They put their knees onto the soft purple cushions. Your eyes travel over the shamisen lying beside the cushion you were supposed to rest on. The three-stringed instrument you pick up seems to be brand new—unused and unprepared. However, even as you fix the strings, you feel relieved. Kyo Mai is a slow dance with complicated steps, and your confined wings always disturb your enactment. You were supposed to play the instrument and stay hidden among the performers, even with your snow-white hair and height.

The door opens right after everybody picks up their fans, you hid away in the background with the shamisen now in the proper hold.

(Away from the intimidating aura the girls seem to be spooked of. They don't break under the pressure. They repeat what was practiced.)

Here they come.

The All-Stars.

( Eyes That Follow )

From the three goliaths that were sitting and having an exchange, you've decided that Queen was the worst out of all of them. His immense and twisted pride shows even during his interactions with the women currently swarming his sides, the sadism that chokes the air out of every woman doesn't reach the beasts.

He calls it... “Flirting” it's not obvious to the naked eye but the girls feel uncomfortable, even when they smile, you can tell. It's for survival they smile. It's for survival they nod their heads as Queen throws compliments at a woman who isn't here. Komurasaki.

You feel sorry for the girl, to have Queen captivated was horrifying. You hold hope that Komurasaki will never meet him in person, even as your eyes continue to wander over Queen, for he, even if the filthiest of the All-Stars, was the most social one. A star scientist. It's when Queen starts practicing his singing talent that one of them calls.

``Oi.``

You straighten up. From on top Jack, The Drought looks down at you.

``Could you start the music already?`` His unreacting eyes only leave your face when you answer with an apology. It was obvious he was trying to silence Queen.

As you pull the shamisen closer to your body, you can hear the blond's offended complaints soon be replaced by the excitement when he realizes the Geishas' standings.

``Well, aren't you a beauty with white hair of yours, musician? Though no one will beat my Komurasaki! That bastard Shogun! Such a shame.``

You aren't sure what he pulls out of his pocket—a paper of some kind? A picture. You thought maybe some information would leak out of their mouths, yet the only conversations you hear are Queen's complaints and praises towards the women. Lost in your own mind, studies continue to mix. Is Kaido awarding his men before the festival? It seems unlikely, but unfortunately, that might be the case.

As you begin the melody of "Crane Wedding," there isn't another noise except Queen's malicious giggles interrupting you. That is until the sounds of squeaking leather picks up in the trapped room. You fix your eyes on the instrument while somebody else's eyes drill into your face, past your cosmetics and the flawless kimono. They don't move from your face; in fact, you might even think they are staring past your soul. You can feel their eyes travel to your neck, covered by the geisha's makeup. They stare, and you don't dare to look up meet meet them.

The pleasant music of yours doesn't halt as a geisha brings in the food, throwing a quick and nervous glance your way, but soon she too turns towards one of the three men who called her, leaving you alone with that crushing stare. The time stretches along with the performance; the short melody now feels like a loop of endless tactics put together. Lovely notes turn into a disgusting mess of mud inside your mind, plugging your ears and forcing you to hear the way your heart speeds up, noticing his eyes cling onto the darker color not peeking from under the makeup. You're nervous, as are the dancing geisha, whose only audience is Queen at this point. It's soon when the second, heavy pair of eyes turn towards you, but this one is much quicker to leave you be.

That must have been Jack.

King. He's the one that continues to stare.

The corner of your lips twitches after the realization. You try to keep away from falling and dissecting below his gaze. It lasts even after the dance was finished, his red eyes hold you hostage for the most part, even when you get up and do what your teacher, a sweet old lady has taught you.

It's fear, not of him, but rather afraid of him finding out what no outsider should know.

It's doubt, he is doubting you. Suspecting you, yet he asks no question. He only stares you down like a predator when you finally meet his crimson eyes. Your (E/C) eyes reflect his fully leathered top half.

You aren't afraid of him, no you can't be, you've faced many opponents in your 25 years of living, and you've gone through the suffering even the strongest men cannot withstand.

You are a Straw hat.

You are part of a future Pirate Kings crew. You cannot be intimidated by a mere second in command. You hold your head up high.

It turns out to be the right action that causes him to back down slowly, surely you are let go from the muddy waters.

( Eye to Eye )

The sunrise began as Jack got up, and soon Queen followed him. After his callouts to King, who threw an audible shut-up in his way but did not move from the spot he was standing, Queen wasn't convinced until Jack bulldozed through the door opening and intentionally dragged Queen out of the way.

The poker face you've kept up so far slips when King calls every woman out of the room except you. You can feel Haki building its way through your veins, but you don't jump to conclusions, even as he gets closer to you with a towering height difference, his latex and bands stay unmelted when the fire on his back explodes, little sparks jumping towards you, who is by now trapped between the wall and the giant. You can feel the hot sparks on your clothing land and extinguish themselves, The conclusion is slow beneath his red eyes that are staring at you so angrily, any other emotion so hard to read beneath the mask that thoroughly covers every part of his body, the folded black wings are no exception.

Besides blocking your means of escape, he has yet to do anything physically, the temperature in the room rises with how fast the heat is produced on his back. The fire is so familiar you might even get lost in it, in the old times, when fewer shit stains were roaming the planet. It makes you sweat underneath all the tight clothes you're wearing, especially on your back where the wings have started to ruffle, trying to let some air into its layers to no avail.

You wish you had talent in observation haki to determine what he was going to do next.

You flinch when his right arm raises from where it slept beside his thighs, it slowly gets closer to your frozen form, even if you try to lean away, there is no point, you realize. You are tall, but as both of you stand beside each other, He towers over you, but his intention isn't to intimidate you. The instinct is your strong suit and your weakest point.

You can feel the leather wipe away at your excessive makeup, from your cheek to your platysma his hand travels with a heavy heart on its sleeve.

If King was anyone other than King, you would have slapped it away.

If only he didn't share traits you are so familiar with.

If only you didn't share traits he is so familiar with.

You can feel the cosmetics dragging and staining his gloves, wiping away half of your disguise easily, thanks to the heat, he keeps a note of your half-disguised face with calculating... Wide eyes. The other half of your face, one that stayed untouched, must be melting.

It's the shaky puffs of air released from his mask that gives him away, the sudden rise in temperature in an already hot room, it must almost be 40°C, yet he does not budge.

Is he relieved...? Enthusiastic much...?

Not a word is said when he takes his arm away, now covered in white. You can see the way the pupils shake, you are sure he can see yours too, the furrowed brows and slightly parted lips of yours must be a giveaway.

The wings.

The eternal inferno.

A laugh escapes in the room-turned-oven, a nervous laugh of a feminine voice. You must be in shock to have fallen so low. Not even trying are you?

In a world that ought to hunt your kind down, to exterminate the past, the world that succeeded in destroying your kind, you don't feel alone. Or... You will no longer.

In the fervor, the mask comes off, leaving his sweat-covered face uncovered for you to see.

(``What tells that you are the only survivor?`` King used to ask himself back in his younger years before he made it clear how erroneous that question was, not to mention unlikely. It a proof of his childish innocence and the improvement. If more of his kind existed, they would be in the hands of the Government, doing god knows what to them. It always made the locked space of memories in his subconscious bubble up and boil over in quiet rages and liquor-companied nights. As he looks at your somewhat clean face, he is comforted by the pitiless thought that, by some luck, someone else managed to survive the hell he also went through. He wishes he could feel at ease, but he has to be sure. He has to eliminate every doubt in his mind.)

It's not out of intimacy and lust that he asks an inappropriate question to your calmed self about stripping. The surprised look in your eyes indicates a misunderstanding of his intentions. It's only mutual trust that guides him to do what he does next. Slowly but surely, he tries to pull his mask off, letting the tight piece tug at his scalp as he sets his hair free. Only when the temperature doesn't change, even when his skin feels the air, does he let the fire return to its original size.

King The Wildfire, only looks down at your complicated emotions. Even if he does not remember the company of his people, he would truly be a fool not to recognize his own biology. Though he doesn't hold onto hope, suspicion still lingers in his red eyes. It differs from your beaming laugh full of shallow happiness, representing more of a nervous tick than anything. It's been so long since he has heard a laugh not accompanied by sadistic undertones—exploiter gifters who dared to approach him—and the liquor Kaido keeps so close during his episodes.

``... I apologize for the heat."

You smile with somewhat shocked eyes looking up at him. ``...You know, it's been a while since I've felt the excitement of my kind.`` a nervous sigh you let out lead the conversation.

`` you don't have to apologize.``

``Yes... I-`` He has forgotten many unique reflexes with time. For this instance, it doesn't pains him. Every day he forgets what distinguishes the instincts of Lunarians, for he feels less of his kind.

He counts it as a sin, a shameful part of adulting, a side effect of having to live among the likes of Kaido's men, therefore his choice.

You acknowledge his position with his back turned to the door, sitting down cross-legged as he mentions for you to do the same. You obey, his wings hovering over you and hiding your figure from the outside world.

He asks once more to turn your back to him. You try to find any joke to fit in the thick air of nervous glances, but you find none. The unconscious mutual loyalty the both of you have towards one another is born by the shared traits, of family. Of shared pain.

You take the Obi belt in your hands and off of your waist.

He has many questions he cannot get out of his mouth, but for now, he keeps quiet. He is sure you have no intention of reliving the hell on earth that is the past.

You turn your back to a beast with the pattern of a face on its back.

As you take the black fabric of your kimono off, layer by layer the cold bites at your wet body, and the salty smell lets out into the heated air, though none of you care for the odor. You drop the kimono just below your belly button and let the relief that comes with letting your wings flex and take hold.

With a fast-beating heart, King watches.

It's in a haze that he reaches out to your back, his fingers connecting to the shoulders where the wings come from, sending a shiver down your sweat-covered spine, they're smaller he thinks, more fragile than him, though there is no difference in the power of flame and healing when it comes to genders. She could make them bigger when required. They aren't fragile, they are as powerful as his, but the size difference makes it easy to tickle his instincts, long forgotten and left in the past, starving for attention. His hands run over your coracoid, trying to find the place where the feathers meet the skin, attempting to find the evidence that you are real.

He barely hears your name, caught in the view of the wings turning from black to dark blue at different angles. Though he doesn't answer, he has already shown you enough of himself, it is no longer essential. King will do just fine.

The wings are erogenous, however, even if you shiver under the sensitive touches, no lust taints the special moment between the survivors.

``(Y/N).`` you spell out your name.

By instinct, his fire becomes ablaze when his hand sneaks up your humerus, lingering touches ruffling your feathers as the fire licks at your ungroomed wing. It lights the reflective white strands of hair that escaped from Geiko Shimada. The warmth on your back is comforting to the point where you lean your wings into it. Finally, you light the eternal flame, his hand engulfed in your flames goes undamaged. It extracts and attracts the fire from his hand into the center of your spine, causing the fire to grow and spread onto your wing feathers.

Looking back you're met with what you would call, a confused face of King whose features have been caught in the yellow glow of a fire that you are able to control.

King only stares at your almost nude form with a wrinkle of thought between his eyebrows.

( Guard )

In the way King shelters you, with him beside you and you hidden in the massive wing as he walks into his chambers, you would be wrong if you said you aren't anxious. Happy but skeptical. You doubt he'll hurt you, but the mask locking away his facial structures works as an intimidation factor.

The click of a lock on his door is the only sound that disturbs the silence. Now you are in his territory, his nest.

``King?`` you turn around to look at him.

``Where did you come from.`` It's scary how quickly and unnoticeably he changes his mood. But it is probably because the enthusiasm has passed and questions have started to surface, what you thought to be a nice welcome, turns into icy bars locking you out of your getaway, just like earlier. His red eyes leave a permanent mark on your (E/C) ones.

Where did you come from. that's not a question. Questions don't make you feel as if the warmth has left your body and sent shivers down your spine. They don't drag you down the lone caves and lock up your respiratory system.

Questions aren't meant to stop time. But the way both of you aren't moving, they might as well.

You have to be careful with every word and syllable you mutter. ``I've come fro-``

``How are you alive.``

``I-``

You barely have time to finish your answers before he's asking another one, slowly he steps toward you. In the dark, his leather shines, but as you take another step back you cannot help but glance at his wings. How the moonlight seems to bend with each curve of his feathers, sinking into the crevices and lightening them up in a blue hue, similar to you, but unlike the yellow glow, King's replaced by the white. You can't help but be deprived.

There is only one sentence that is louder than the rumble coming from within him. The declaration you acknowledge within all the noise clogging your ears.

You don't feel the suffocation of this situation, nor do you hear King's voice anymore. The pressure (Despite the windows being open) comes from the claustrophobic chamber. Your wings stay close to your back. The masked face looks down on your kimono, his pupils have seemed to freeze on your form, and the angry aura that he emits is all but a facade of defense. His jaw is moving but all you can hear is a rumble that pours out deep from his chest, it's incredibly loud yet deaf to the ears of normal humans, the volume that should shake walls only quiver your brain.

The moonlight seems to cage you in, showing your footsteps to a starved predator, it's the devil's eye that replaces the moon, with red pupils that stare you down. He overshadows your form, sending warnings throughout your system-

The possessiveness only sends shivers down your spine.

(Fight or flight?)

From somewhere far away, a boy with a straw hat on his face lifts his head from where it's laying in a hammock, letting the yellow straws that are incapable of being split slowly drop onto his bandaged chest. The rough feel of the same material wraps around his forehead trapping a few black strands of hair with it.

He grumbles, the ache in his limbs starting to become much more obvious, with half-lidded eyes Luffy looks up from the opening of the hammock, letting his head peek over at the sleeping skeleton currently knocked out in the same way Luffy was supposed to be.

Something's happening.

He is sure of it, but with grogginess biting away his consciousness, he has no energy left to chase after that feeling, he turns his stiff body the other way, peeking from the left he comes face to face with the man who is a family member in all but blood, who he got back just a few hours ago.

He smiles and lies back down, from the position he is in, a window the size of his head stays open, it shows the moon and the stars twinkling their way into existence.

He wonders what others must be up to, are they watching the moon with him? Basking in its glow like a tiger?

He hates that he has to keep them waiting, but it was necessary.

Soon.

...Soon he'll be there.

Wait for him... A little more!-

( Domain )

There's something cataclysmic lurking in the walls of his chambers, causing your ears to bleed. The shackles rattle loudly next to your helix as you scratch at your ear, only making the headache worse. The heavy pull of sea stone brings down your mood. Rough exterior already leaving its mark on your hands

The mirror rests across the bed, compelling the disheveled mess of yourself to face the view. Hair strands fall on the sides of your face, greasy with gel, and your face—oh God, your face—appears smudged, as if the color is melting away. The swollen eyes that signal a newly awakened person squint to see your reflection.

The clothes are still on your body despite being passed out on the enormous bed of a murderer, a killer, and a tyrant's sidekick last night. Another ridiculous error to add to the imaginary board.

Back when King unleashed the color of the Supreme King on your cornered self you didn't dare fight back, and the shackles were here in the form of consequence to your conclusion.

The room was dark, with the only source of light being the window next to the mirror. The bars on the outside really make you feel at home. The decor set a scene suggesting no man had ever lived there. Occasional scratches marked the floor, and the specially modified bed, along with what you could only guess was a closet, were all tailored to fit his taste. Gothic undertones and a taste reminiscent of some old king's private quarters defined his preferences. You could barely discern the detailing on the bed and the strangely designed closet colored in black and gold. The dominating dark blue swallowed any light that entered the room, and there was a door to your left, likely leading to the bathroom.

The quiet morning was disturbed by the entrance of King, he stands in front of the same door you remember entering last night.

You feel quite disgusted.

``I didn't expect you to be awake.`` For a moment before you passed out, you didn't either.

The uneasy eyes meet kings' as time stills. Dragging out the undesirable connection. It only serves to tug your heart down to your gut. The happy moment, the relief and sorrow for the past nothing but a distant memory in the dark shadows of a realm not your own.

He moves closer to your bed, hands dropping what seems to be extra clothes near your feet. The man doesn't flinch as you push your legs closer to your torso and away from him. The rejection is disregarded.

``You should change.`` Carefully you nod your head.

``The bathroom is over there.``His stern voice shakes the weak walls of your mind as he turns his back on you before walking over to the entrance.

You can't help but let out a shaky breath as the door is locked and you're left alone with thoughts you can not connect no matter how hard you try, it only serves to make tremors run up your spine and into your fingertips, it's a dread invading a carefully maintained flesh you tried to protect with the hands of a child once. The deep noise your restraints produce was nothing but a ghost of your past just a couple of days ago. The weight on your wrists burns. The crackle is deafening and bone-shaking. There's no one else to hear you.

``... I need...`` Time to think, to process. Your lips shiver.

The soft white walls are nothing but an illusion. You wonder if the blue-colored room of a beast is a delusion.

The eyes and the goggles flash before you, white coats accompanied by bloodlust run over your thoughts.

Breathe.

You push your knees off of the bed, sweat traveling down your face, the cold is in no way a comfort.

The warm water is what tempts you to tread the wooden floor.

( Lone Wolf )

The water is hot against your skin as the shower head lets the boiling droplets escape freely from the metal, and steam coats the world in the lightest tints. King brings the ache you've long forgotten existed ever since the smile of a boy with the straw hat lit your life full of shadow. You wish you could be happy in the burning downpour, you deserve it, however, the inferno on your back heals the drawbacks, leaving no trace of your accomplishments which took more than a couple of burns to earn.

And you wonder what have you done to earn this.

The happiness of no longer carrying the guilt was relieving, even if it lasted for a couple of minutes.

As a little lady you would wish for a knight to come and take you away to the land of dreams, make the walls just a bit more colorful and alive in the world that burns dreams. The warm hands would he have, the soft look and the shine in his eyes, the wings on his back, and the fire that would put the sun to shame with its flames. The honey on his lips and the daisies in your hair.

The desires were harmless, they gave you hope, something a human would have.

(You can still taste the metal. You can feel the debris fall and you hear their landing making the ground of pure white shake.

Your instincts would only let you run. Would only make you avoid the black broken bricks covered in glitter. Shining green from the light and smoke.

You have no idea what exploded. You won't want to know.

That night, the girl left that place and its guards to be doomed into oblivion.

That night, a knight was left without his princess.)

The sizzling sound you feel is draining you of the energy you might need, it's a waste yet the fire on your back regenerates the lost skin again, again and again. Until you give in and stop the shower, only for the shackles to be felt around your hands. Your wings are open, fully on display.

Sensing the burns in your bones, you wonder what would have happened if you were more close to the explosion of the past, wonder if it would have been better as the water droplets fall from your wet face.

It's fairer than facing the reality that complicates the fragile string of truths once again.

Hands clenched into fists and fire growing ever hotter on your back, you wonder if you are patient enough for this, no longer does a little girl await for saving. She doesn't need to anymore. Someone else might.

It brings up a question. Can you be the light needed for one's darkest times?

You walk out of the shower with a hot back and bloody palms, the fire burns brightly above the feathers. You can only hope to fuel it forever. You keep the wings close, your captor closer.

No longer will you be truly alone.

( Purity )

If there's one thing you've learned as a child, it's that they aim for the stars, with no plan in mind and ambition in their belly, only a brave few truly make it into the sky and those who could not are left with clipped wings and broken dreams. Fragile to the point they crash onto the soil and shatter, never to be put together again.

It makes you proud that your captain never crashed down, that his wings were never clipped, you're sure that the thoughtlessness was enough to boost him to reach beyond the stars.

Before, you wondered if you were able to grab onto the lights that looked down on you during the night. Now you live to see it come true.

However, where you succeeded some failed.

And so King came crashing down with the one who put his wings back together, feather by feather, vigorous and more dreadful than ever.

He split the skies until it cried.

You refuse to allow him to recite Kaidou's doing to you. Day after day in the dark and cold chamber, your fire brightens the dark and continuously burns on your back, never once diminishing.

Nobody is allowed that pleasure.

( Prison )

Getting used to a closed environment comes naturally, as much as you hate to admit it. The dim walls are a new addition to your view, which is no longer full of white coats and a bright enclosure. The heavy shackles are much harder to familiarize with.

In a cold chamber time moves fast.

Your only interaction with the outside world is King, dark and broody, full of confidence and gentleness, he treats you as if you're fragility itself. You won't beg for a way out, you never did, humiliation over naught is an intense feeling to swallow. He's careful with his words, careful in the way he acts and reconnects with his instincts right by your side.

Day after day his visits keep a consistent schedule, with two plates of food and loneliness in his belly he strives to spend breakfast, lunch, and dinner together with you, speaking only a few words of insight. There's fire on your back yet, it does nothing to protect you from the coldness he brings. Wings stay close to your back, never truly opening in the cage. The words he says don't carry the weight of a man born for death.

One wants to lower your walls while shackling you with his, to the point that the invisible distance strains you, he is full of drought and he craves to end the famine.

Time passes and the longer you ignore the elephant in the room, the heavier its weight on your shoulders grows. You destruct yourself for a question you're not ready to hear the answer to. The pressure leads to an opening to form.

It's said in an outlandish way, heart swelling with numbness and hate tingling your fingers. Your eyes stare onward, beyond the figure meeting them.

``What are you achieving?`` Why have you caged me? Weren't you in my position once upon a time?

It stops him dead in the tracks. His eyes don't widen yet his mouth does in a way that seems robotic. The air stills, only the noise of crackling fire could be heard, heavy and rich with the enigma the man was created to be.

Why did you choose kaidou?

You want to ask.

``...Nothing. I achieve nothing.`` you ignore the strict undertone and drink the tea he brought not too long ago. It conceals the wary gulp.

``I would never have taken you for a liar.`` An intense sound is created as he slices the distance between you two with his flight, black wings ajar. a sharp feather rests near your throat. You have to be attentive. Careful to not snap the thick rope that holds his pieces together.

Blood seeps out of the cut.

``Why do you wish for death?``

``You could have murdered me the night we met.`` It's too late for your soul to perish. His reasoning for keeping you alive is clear to you.

His hand, clenching the root of a dangerously pointed feather shakes with the conflicted emotion.

Your back lights and the cut is healed.

He cannot do it, not to his kind. With a quiet grunt, King backs off to leave the chamber, his feather crumbled and abandoned on the cold wood.

Every night is spent alone on a bed made for your kind, it's just that this night feels full of plain dismay and sorrow.

The past does not visit tonight.

( The Other Side )

Your words penetrate him, though he doesn't indicate. The conversation is buried in the depths of ash, fire blooms inside of him, it rages and burns, and wherever he steps the smoke trails after him.

``Haven't you walked the same path?``

His subordinates are seated around a large table, smiles and crevices on their face.

``Do you not know darkness?``

He does. He is intimate with it.

``The hopelessness of being someones plaything?``

He can feel the heat of the past catching up to him, engulfing him in the ball of flame and strapping him on a table. He knows how it feels to be burned to oblivion, the only peace he has known. Words of madness leave his lips, everyone, including himself knows that it's empty threats, for he stands on the other side of the glass. Nothing but a guinea pig

``I know that you know it too. We walked the same path.``

He would have grabbed anyone's hand if only they reached out. It just so happened that he grabbed someone who could change the world, for the better or for worse.

He looks at the barren wasteland of Onigashima.

Was it truly a choice when your options were between freedom and its absence?

He finds that time flies swiftly when sailing. It halts when on the land.

(He has never belonged to either.)

``Why do you recite history?``

He comes to a conclusion, one of selfishness and fear. Clenched fist heats up, he does not pay attention to the rising temperature.

He craves his kind. The hopelessness is the reason he captured you.

His teeth grind against one another. He isn't on the level of humans, his superior biology won't let him stoop that low, but he finds that mentally, he and them are cut from the same cloth. Other's consequences directed him to repeat what he feared.

The thought has long since passed.

King finds it hard to care about them.

But you are entirely foreign. He can taste the smoke of Punk Hazard.

You try again and again. Lightly scratching at the metaphorical walls of him until your hands grab his heart softly, ripping the veins and staining your hands with his blood.

Your mouth only forages for the food King fetches. He wonders about you and the possibilities of it all until the voice he has gotten used to brings him back to earth, you do nothing to cushion his fall, only stalling his drop with words he feels entirely uncomfortable to understand. For the reason that he had no one to share it with.

``There's a saying about them`` You say, looking oblivious with the plate resting on your knees, mouth cooling down the food.

``A man is wolf to man.`` He gets it, King is sure he will hear your voice saying it whenever the existence of The Celestials get brought up.

``I'm glad you aren't one.``

For a moment King thinks about the blood he spilled, the curses his shoulders withstand and the beginning of it all, the things he has seen himself do, and replies.

``I could say the same.``

You can see his face, swatted with shadows even without the mask, crack, and the hidden comfort dawns on his face.

The soup in your hands is warm like the sunlight, the mask he gripped whenever entering the room rests on the bed, no longer present in his claws.

A path reveals itself to the two of you.

(There's a flower that blooms only in cold surroundings, It feeds from the ground and awaits the warmth of the sun, from the grey clouds and falling snow, the light peeks through.)

( No Regrets )

Through the window, you can smell the madness in the air, it's evident in the way King comes in while the walls around you shake with the rhythms of Queen's performance.

Your heart follows along with the melody without your consent. After all, there is not much to do with the man that you have come to accept. The walls are nothing against the booming voice of a man too loud and apathetic. But within the confines of the castle, the tense atmosphere can be felt with the help of King. Every step he takes and grunt that follows brings forth his thoughts and instincts, there's something in the air. Teetering on the edges of your mind.

The Lunarian gets closer to you, finally reaching down to your level. For minutes he stares at you, taking in your features as if you'd disappear. The leather flexes as his left-hand holds your wrist.

The red eyes don't move away. Neither do yours.

The metal spikes on his mask gleam. His eyes tell a story as his head drops down, gloved fingers sliding over the rough material of your cuffs.

Time is ticking, and you are waiting for him to succumb to temptation and finally make a move for both's sake.

King's face tilts up with a heavy sigh in tow to look at you, only for a soft smile to greet him. The cuffs are warm around your skin and cold to the room.

After all, the sun speaks of your captain's arrival.

It doesn't take many days for King to return with the key in between his fingers and no fire on his back. Your smile greets his eyes, and the knowing grin settles on your dark skin, yet the maliciousness is nowhere to be found between your lips.

Ever since his release, King has never felt at peace, perhaps he can only close the distance.

(A glimpse of sunlight was all the flower needed to rise from the frozen land.)

The heavy cuffs harshly meet the floor.

( Reunion )

The smoke is filling your lungs, the familiarity making your heart clench and bring forth a cough. The walls are stained with blood, but you don't dwell on it. Instead, you let the sounds of battle lead your wings; feeling the air make way for you is a sensation missed. The chunks of limbs and lifeless bodies are nothing but a blur in your vision. The battle has long begun, and your release from the King's chamber is far too late.

A cunning smile flashes in your mind, long black hair, and rosy cheeks decorate the memory.

``Better late than never.`` Her composed voice would say, accompanied by her icy and all-knowing stare.

Suddenly, a blue light shines through the castle wall ahead, accompanied by the noise of a gigantic object impacting from the other side. With a single flap of your wings, you pick up speed, aiming to breach the barrier. Your tough feathers shield your body as you slam into and shatter the wall's material. Unscathed, your eyes adjust to the bright figure standing on your left, emanating a stunning light that brings life to its surroundings, leaving your eyes wide. You notice a trail of smoke to your right.

You get a better look at him as the surroundings clear up.

``S-Sanji?!`` You feel quite happy to know that his issue has been resolved, judging from the way his face brightens and stands on the ground of Wano's borders. Although he always lights up near the opposite sex.

``(Y/N)-Chan?!`` His matted blond hair is a detail you only notice with the advanced eyesight your kind seems to possess. The bloody lip and his bruised forehead made him quite a sight. Although the swelling is nowhere to be seen.

You can try to make the words of delight resurface in your mouth, it's always nice to let others know of your feelings, though sometimes it sure gets hard to pull them out from the bottom of your heart.

``I'm glad to see you here!`` it lets the burden on your shoulders lighten.

Sanji responds the way you except him to.

``(Y/N)-Chwaaan!!~♡ It's been so long since I last saw you!`` No longer able to contain the love in his body, the hearts burst from his very soul. Happiness fuels his wiggly movements. ``Oh, how I missed you!~``

A large smile stretches your lips, dry as a desert. ``It's nice to have you back!-``

You could have said more, but the time has already run out.

There's water leaking from the floor above, a loud shriek is heard and your back is met with a cold, menacing look from who seems to be Sanji's opponent.

The reflexes kick in, sinking into your veins, moving you out of the threat of a mechanism falling on top of you.

You'r gaze falls on the Beast. His eyes meet yours.

There's a glimmer of familiarity in his eye.

``Out of the way!`` Sanji's yell warns before the foe swings his oversized arms once more.

The amount of force needed for your wings to fly backward is more than necessary, though the opponent's swings seem to be getting swift at every dodge, the heat produced on your back strengthens your arms and then fists, and you look for an opening to get one hit in, but for a second you can see the furious blue eyes tell you his whole story, the desperation of a man becoming more clear to recognize...

You decide that this is not your battle... The heat is diminished.

( A Change )

The short encounter with the cook was not for naught, his instructions led you directed to a stadium full of warriors ready to risk their lives for a nation that has only its history to live for.

Within enemies, there are familiar faces mixed in, who are also fighting alongside you. With Kaido fighting Luffy and Sanji taking on Queen, it's only logical to assume that the first mate would go for the top of the food chain.

There's so much to do, yet the responsibility does not intimidate your kind.

You're left to protect the survivors of a war already won.

The aftermath was nothing more than a reunion for your crew.

( Hello )

The victory comes and brings midnight with it, cheers and smiles bloom on the warriors' faces as you breathe heavily, and everyone starts to tend to their wounds, burns and deep slashes are nothing compared to what they've achieved. Pirate crews are no exception, they rest and gain the energy they'll need for the morning, until then it seems that you're the only one with stamina left.

The fire on your back grows small until it vanishes completely.

Of course, after Kiado's defeat, warriors took advantage of the weakened Beast Pirates and imprisoned those who could still stand, albeit their dreams were and still are drowning in pieces far too small to see or collect. It's evident that they hold no hope for the future.

But there's a link connecting you to one of them.

You walk near the exit door, watching as men talk among each other and discuss their next step, whatever that may be. Your semblance to that man does not get mentioned by anyone after all, they have not seen his face, but the single glance from Zoro as he stayed awake for 5 seconds is enough for you to tense up, you wonder when it will be brought up. Zoro might have fallen asleep but your heart stayed heavy next to him.

It's a dangerous idea you have, suspicious even, though they must understand, Luffy's intelligence, Nami's smile, Robins's knowledge, Usopp's understanding nature, Chopper's innocent outlook, Franky's family ties, Brook's dedication, Sanji's acceptance, and Zoro's strict attitude. If a word got out, you'd have to face your friends, have to rip a bandaid off of an old wound and hold in a cry. You just have to wonder when?

Yet you still head towards the Udon Prison, consequences last in your mind, the night sky looks down upon you, the stars begging you to go back, however the dark clouds hide them away.

The night air feels nice on your skin, even as you stand above the walls keeping in the Beasts. You can tell that no one is awake, exhaustion haunts the air as you leap down on the dry ground. Mad Scientist Queen is lying face down, covered in bandages that soil the dirt underneath him red, you're glad that his snores are loud enough to hide your wings' shuffling.

The sudden chill runs up your spine and alerts your senses, face tilting sideways, you look at a disheveled man standing over you from behind.

``Hello again, King.`` He thinks of your eyes and how beautiful they look under the moonlight. Your beauty would put Luna to shame.

Your greeting is dismissed.

``Why are you here?`` His dry mouth can barely open to question you.

``To see you of course.`` This time he keeps his mouth shut. Yet his eyes observe your appearance, the dirt, and blood that soaks your Kimono.

To see him after a loss, in a state such as this is a crime that would be punished by death. You're the only exception to the rule that didn't exist yesterday.

``Let's take a seat.`` He hasn't even noticed you move into the center of the prison, too busy trying to keep all the blood inside his body to not flat-line. The bandages are not doing much, and the fire he used in his battle has extinguished itself. All his strength was used up and you wish to see him in this state? There are no words left for him to speak, so he takes the seat next to you. His knee touches yours, the intimacy is foreign.

``This calls for a celebration, don't you think? I grabbed us some booze.``

The liquor bottle nudges him and he takes it with no complaints. The reasoning for others' celebration is obvious, dethroning an emperor is a big feat for anybody.

``After all, a God has awakened.`` King knows.

His eyelids are closed yet he can see the vague silhouette of JoyBoy, the godly form only brings bitterness to his tongue, so he tries to drown it with the smoky taste of beer, which accomplishes little.

``I was mistaken.`` with Kaidou. Regret fills him.

He isn't angry at his loss as much as he is irritated.

``You were.`` The moonlight shines down on both of you. The silence is deafening, nothing but your heartbeats are heard.

``I was saved by that man.`` His head looks up at you, and each of his limbs freezes at the implication. The misery and hopelessness engulf the surroundings. He thinks about nothing except the straw hat with a red ribbon.

``I see... So you're apart of his family?``

``I am.`` the soft look in your eyes makes him envy you.

``...Are you happy?`` He doesn't know what he will do if you respond negatively. King already imprisoned you, took your independence, and chained you to him, yet you didn't burn out, How will he treat you?

``I am, were you not?`` with Kaidou? He doesn't have a straight answer, so he only responds with silence. This was a question he thinks you know the answer to.

It isn't until your hand grabs his cheeks that he opens his eyes in surprise, also realizing he closed them.

``What is that look?`` The strict tone in your voice is nostalgic. He tries to direct the conversation elsewhere, however his mind is flooded with the feeling of your warm hand on his face.

``The marines will come.``

``They'll come for you too, you know.`` You respond with the warning, the Navy isn't known for mercy after all, they'll go after the cause too.

``I don't want that... I don't... I don't want to be alone.`` You add, sheepish of your request, is it too much to ask? You have friends who you consider as family, but King is... Different.

King also does not want to be the sole survivor of his race, he has carried that burden for long enough and now that he had a taste of his people, he wishes to not go back.

``You won't be.`` It's the only promise he'll keep, for your sake and his.

For this, he will have to leave the prison.

``Stay alive for me.`` You beg and he complies.

It all starts with your wing enveloping his form, the soft heat from your contact, and the gentle touch of your fingers over his cheek.

( See You Later )

It ends with a promise and an escape into the night.

With you in the company of your friends on the Thousand Sunny.

And with him on top of a waterfall, watching with curious and intrigued eyes as he holds the leftover newspaper, the ship descends down the mountain and leaps into the ocean next to the koi fish.

He finds your smile now meters away, he gazes with a newfound meaning to his life.

#one piece #anime #king one piece #king the wildfire #king the conflagration #king the wildfire x reader #one piece x reader #one piece spoilers #wano arc #wano spoilers #wano kuni #one piece wano #beast pirates #.my writing.

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tsuruneko · 1 year ago

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The Warrior of Liberation

I tried to draw a shirt design based on one of my favorite moments of the Wano Arc finale from One Piece. Seeing the lanterns from the Fire Festival reach Luffy after finally beating Kaido was so beautiful. Joyboy is f*cking back!

#one piece #gear 5 luffy #illustration #fanart #digital art #eiichiro oda #drums of liberation #joyboy #monkey d. luffy #manga style #anime #drawing #sun god nika #warrior of liberation #wano arc #one piece wano #straw hat luffy #mugiwara no luffy #joyboy has returned

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aekatty · 4 months ago

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i kissed a girl 🫧⋆｡˚

the taste of her tangerine chapstick…

a/n: i was listening to a 2014 nostalgia playlist and thought of nami while making this 🙏

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18+ !! MINORS DNI

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cw: OPTIONAL NSFW ENDING @ BOTTOM, reader’s first sapphic moment, fluff, suggestive, slight french-kissing, reader has female anatomy, nsfw tags @ bottom

tags ✮⋆˙ nami x f!/nb!reader, afab!reader, wlw, oneshot, tiny angst (?) but mostly fluff

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“Psst, [Name], are you awake?” You were awoken by the hushed voice of the navigator nudging you from behind.

You groggily opened your eyes before slowly turning your body, groaning in annoyance at the sudden intrusion of your sleep, “What, is Luffy sleepwalking again?”

She was hesitant before softly speaking again, “It’s just…I’m having trouble sleeping and-”

You sighed before rubbing your eyes, “Just get in.”

Although you couldn’t make out her expression in the dark, you could tell the orange-haired navigator felt relieved to hear your words of acceptance. The cushion of the mattress shifted in weight as she laid onto the unoccupied side of your twin bed. Her slim legs entangled with yours due to the limited space.

You turn your body to face her, “Did something happen?” The close proximity between you two made it better for you to see her faint expression despite the lack of light in your shared quarters.

“I had a nightmare and it scared me so much I couldn’t sleep. I would’ve slept with Robin but she’s on night patrol this evening,” her voice cracked.

You felt your heart pounding; comforting people was never really your forte. Usually, Robin was the crew member that everyone usually relied on when it came to general advice. It’s not that you didn’t care; you just don’t know what to do.

“Can I um ask you what this nightmare was about?”

There was a silent pause before the navigator spoke, “We were all fighting Kaido but he proved to be too strong for us to defeat; even for Luffy.”

That’s right, Luffy had fought Kaido in the past and almost perished in the process. Luckily, your strong-willed captain persevered and defeated the emperor, liberating the people of Wano from his oppressive rule. Those past few weeks of hard planning and using all of your power to defeat the Beast Pirates and Big Mom were difficult and painful. But in the end, it never went to waste and you lived to see another day with the Strawhats, sailing for the next adventure—Still, the thought about almost losing your crew-mates to such a powerful foe lingered in your mind; like a bad taste in your mouth. You loved your crew so much and as cliché as it sounds, they were like second family to you.

“I felt powerless watching every one of you guys fell down lifeless, that maniac cackling without remorse at our defeat.” She croaked before rubbing her glassy eyes.

Your face softened at the sound of her cracking voice, a lump forming in your throat as you sympathized with your orange-haired crew-mate, “Nami, you know our crew is never too weak for any enemy we face; even a brute like Kaido can’t damage us like that.”

She clutched your shirt, “I know but that nightmare…it felt scarily real.” She sniffled into your chest, feeling your shirt become moist as she quietly sobbed into you, “It reminded me so much of Bellemere and-”

Your body switched into autopilot as you engulfed Nami into a passionate hug, her warmth leaving a burning imprint onto you as you laid your head above hers. She felt her body soften in your arms as she nuzzled into the crevice of your neck.

It was silent. Nothing but the sound of the clock ticking as you kept your hold around the tangerine-haired girl.

Maybe it was just instinct but seeing the navigator in such a vulnerable state compared to her cheerful and strong-willed nature made you feel a sense of pity. You wished that you could be as reassuring as Robin; maybe then you would have the words to comfort your tangerine-haired navigator.

Fifteen minutes later, you broke out of your daze as you loosened your hold, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry I just didn’t know what to say and you looked so sad so-”

You lifted your torso up as you rubbed your face in embarrassment, fighting the internal voice in your head as you attempted to explain yourself. You peeled the covers off your legs to walk to the bathroom before you felt your arm being grabbed by Nami. You yelped as she yanked you back towards the bed.

“Aww, don’t go!” She smirked as she laid her head on her palm.

“Hey! You can’t just do that out of nowhere!” You laughed while throwing a pillow at her.

A loud groan can be heard as the pillow landed on her face, “Sorry, but I don’t want you to leave! I wanna talk more!” She gleamed the same smile she usually had on as she threw the same pillow at you.

A light blush dusted your cheeks before mumbling, “You could’ve just told me…”

She had a slight smirk on her face, “Um, [Name]…” You noticed her subtle movements as she slowly crawled towards you. Your palms became sweaty, your heart pounded, a large lump formed in your throat that you failed to swallow back. Why was she getting closer? And why are you feeling nervous? “Nami?” You squeaked.

“[Name]…” You could practically feel her breathing hit your face; her chestnut-colored eyes twinkled as she stared directly into yours. Your heart rate increased as you felt her body collide with yours, your cheeks burned with embarrassment at the feeling of her chest pressed up against your arm.

She brushed a lock of your loose hair over your ear.“You can stop me if you want.” You felt your breath become heavier as you realized what she was doing. A part of you wanted to stop her and just go back to bed, but the majority of you wanted to lean in closer. All of this felt foreign to you. You’ve never had any type of intimacy, let alone with a girl! If it were the pervy cook, you would’ve smashed his head in in an instant. But with Nami…

They were soft and plush; a slight warmth radiated off her pink lips as they pressed along yours. You slowly closed your eyes as you felt yourself melt into the kiss. Everything was so weird. Why was Nami kissing you? And since when did Nami like girls?! Wait, does this mean you’re gay too?? All these thoughts rushed into your head as you felt Nami deepen the kiss, her hands brushing along your collarbone as she wraps her arms around your neck. You let out a muffled moan as you felt her tongue sneak inside your mouth.

You break the kiss with breathy gasp, “Oh my god.” Her demeanor changed, “I’m so sorry, I was getting so into it, I thought you-” “No, no, it’s just that…I’ve never experienced um that before,” you felt your blood pool in your cheeks from embarrassment. She blinked before smirking, “So…we’re both virgins.”

Your eyes widened, “L-Like with a girl or overall? And don’t say it like that!” You were stumbling on your words as you heard that statement come out of here. “Overall; I never found myself liking men,” she continued smirking at you with a flirtatious look in her eyes. “But,” she brushed the pad of her thumb over your bottom lip, “I always thought you were cute.”

You felt your heart pounding faster than ever, as if it were racing in a marathon. You couldn’t believe hearing the words slip off her tongue as she basically confessed to having a crush on you! Now that you thought about it, you never seen Nami have any interest in any of the men during your travels with the Strawhats. But you always played it off as just her not caring about romance in general. You, personally, never really had any type of attraction to romance as much either. You’ve had your slight crushes on a few boys in your life but it never went anywhere. Yet, here you are: kissing the navigator of the ship on your bed, not only that, it was your first ever kiss…with a girl!!

You shook your head from these thoughts before turning towards her, “Wh- me? I didn’t think you would have a crush on me out of all people.” She giggled, “I always had my eyes on you, ever since you stepped upon this ship. Your aura was just so interesting to me that I couldn’t help but think you were so…adorable!” She winked at you flirtatiously. “But,” She grabbed your hands, her fingers entangled with yours, “This night solidified everything for me.”

Ever since you joined up the Strawhats, you always felt that Nami had this type of intimidating presence around her. Yet, you found yourself drawn to her, like a planet revolving around the sun. She was smart, beautiful, and a strong leader when Luffy wasn’t around. She was everything you wanted to be… Seeing all these men swoon and fall to their knees for her had always left a pit in your stomach. You always excused it as jealousy as you always did paint her as this “perfect girl.” Though, looking back, you did always get flustered whenever she innocently touched you or whenever you guys were changing in the girls’ cabin. Again, you just assumed that you were never used to sharing things like that and brushed it off like always.

Tonight, seeing Nami become vulnerable with you and spilling her tears with you was just…surreal. You never really seen the navigator open up to you personally about her feelings…it was like flipping the side of a coin. You could say that you too flipped your side of the coin as you were able to share that same vulnerability and somberness with someone else; a sympathetic tune played in your head.

Your tightened your grip on her hands, “Um Nami.”

She looked back at you, “Yes?”

You nervously gulped as the beating of your heart echoed in your head, “I like you. I really like you…and I want you to be my girlfriend.”

You swore you could’ve seen her eyes twinkle as she heard those words come out of you. She suddenly landed a second kiss on you, smushing your face in the process, “I was waiting for you to say that!” You both laughed as you exchanged quick kisses with eachother before you shushed her, “The crew might hear us!”

She giggled, “Right, right. I think it’s time we hit the hay and talk more in the morning.” She lied on her side of your bed before doing the same. You laid the covers over the both of you before turning to her. “I love you, [Name].” She kissed your nose before giggling. You gently smiled at her gesture, “I love you too.”

As you felt your eyes become heavy, your door suddenly swung open before seeing a silhouette standing by your door frame. The both of you screamed out of fear before noticing the familiarity of the person.

“Are you serious,” an annoyed groan uttered from you.

It wasn’t a scary ghost but instead to be your drooling captain, still asleep while muttering about meat and becoming “king of the pirates.” He started walking towards your bed like a zombie.

Nami cracked her knuckles, “This idiot…”

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“WHAT? YOU GUYS ARE DATING?!” Luffy screamed while supporting a bump on his head from last night’s fiasco. You can practically see his eyes popping out of his sockets.

The both of you guys held hands as some of the Strawhats watched in shock by this new revelation that you both revealed. You were more embarrassed about the openness of your relationship but Nami seemed more confident about it.

The long-nosed sniper scratched the tuff of hair on his chinas he smiled, “I always knew there was something between you too but I always thought I was imagining things.”

“But nonetheless, you both are still SUUUPPEERRR!!” Your cyborg crewmate exclaimed as he did his iconic pose.

You giggled with a light pink hue on your cheeks, “Yeah, sorry to drop this bombshell on ya’ll.”

Suddenly, you heard a thump on the ground before looking back to see the cook on his hands and knees, a dark rain cloud hovering over him. A look of defeat painted on his face as he bit hard into his cigarette, “Oh…so the both of you are gay…” You swore you saw tears dwelling in his eyes.

“Yeah, pretty much,” your tangerine-haired girlfriend replied.

The blonde cook supported a gloomy look as his voice began to shake, “Oh, I see.”

“ARE YOU GONNA BE HOMOPHOBIC?!” You held back your girlfriend as she attempted to land a blow on him.

“No, I just…never knew the two beauties of this ship were…” He felt his body become weak.

You stared in confusion before turning your attention towards Robin, “Oh my, I must’ve missed a chapter last night. But nonetheless, I’m happy for the both of you.”

Nami smiled at her, “Aww, thanks! You’re the best, Robin!”

As you opened your mouth to say something, Robin leans towards your ear. “If you guys get down and dirty just remember to tell me beforehand and I can sleep in the infirmary,” she smirks before winking back at you.

You felt your cheeks become warm after hearing her embarrassing statement before Nami nudges you on the shoulder, “Come on! We gotta prepare to dock the next island!”

You felt yourself get pulled by Nami as she dragged you to the front of the ship, a gleaming smile on her face as she looked back at you with excitement. You felt your heart skip a beat at the sight of your now beautiful girlfriend gloat in your newfound relationship. Who would’ve thought that you two become a thing?

The cat-burglar really did steal your heart…

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Congrats, you’ve reached the mini NSFW section!

-`♡´- 18+ section, MDNI -`♡´-

a/n: srry, im feeling very uninspired rn so this is badly written + experimenting with writing f4f nsfw 🥲

cw: dom!nami x sub!reader, afab!reader, reader recieving, fingering, boobies, nami eats u out

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It had been a few months since the start of your relationship. During this time, you became more comfortable with the intimacy that you and Nami exchanged. From sleeping in the same bed to secretly making out on deck at night, you couldn’t have asked for a better relationship.

Tonight, you decided to accompany Nami on night watch, seeing this as one of the only time you could have alone time with your girlfriend. You both resided in the lookout tower, looking out the windows as you both look out for potential enemies.

You laid on the bench as you stared aimlessly at the ceiling, “Nothing’s happening like usual…”

The navigator sighed, “Sorry but captain’s orders…plus, you’re the one who wanted to accompany me.”

You pouted, “I never get any alone time with you and I’m not just gonna kick out Robin.” You swept a hand through your hair, “I would feel bad…”

You stared back at your girlfriend to see a devious smirk painted on her face, “Well, we’re alone right now…”

You look up at her, “Come on, Nami.”

“It’s not like anyone can hear us,” She pulls you onto her lap. She wrapped her arms around your chest, nuzzling her face into your neck — the feeling of her warm breath tickled your skin as you felt shivers down your spine.

“Baby, you look so divine right now,” she sensually whispered into your ear as she pulled the strap of your tank top along with your bra. Her hand slipped under, rolling your hardened nipple between her index and middle finger — Her other hand slid down your jeans, teasing your erected pearl. Your body jolted at the sudden stimulation between your legs. You couldn’t help but shift your hips to the movement of her fingers.

Your moans became breathy as you submitted to her touches, “Nami- ah…” You’re face started to become hot as she rubbed your clit even more, your panties dampened in the process. She relished in the way your face contorted from her touches. Oh, how pretty you looked as you wriggled on her lap.

She gently pushed your chin towards her as she took in your lips with hers. Her kiss was deep and passionate, indulging the way you tasted. You softly moaned into the kiss as you felt her tongue slide between your lips.

You cursed under your breath as you felt the throbbing sensation between your legs as you struggled for stimulation. “Touch me more, please,” you croaked.

She couldn’t help but coo at the way you fluttered your lashes at her, “How can I say no to you?” She slowly zipped down the opening of your jeans before peeling them off your legs. Her eyes landed onto the lacy design of your panties.

“Lace looks good on you,” she whispered into your ear before hooking her finger on the waist band of your panties. You flinched from the snap of your waistband. “Rude,” you pouted. She giggled as she traced the pattern of your pussy with her index finger.

She lowered her head between your legs, kissing your inner thighs. A frustrated grunt escaped your lips as she continued kissing and sucking around your pussy, leaving your clit untouched. “Don’t tease me,” you quietly begged.

A devious smirk formed in the corner of her lips, “What do we say?” She halted her actions as she waited for a response. A tiny blush formed upon your cheeks, “Uh…please, Nami.” She smiled before peeling away at your panties, your glistening pussy in full view for her.

She threw her hair in a pony tail before lowering head between your thighs again. You hissed as you felt the warm sensation of her tongue make contact with your clit. You bit your lip as she latched her lips onto your pearl with need. She held onto your thighs for dear life as she hastily sucked your pearl like a leech. The vibrations of her moans and grunts could just make you cum right then and there.

You gasped as you felt the pads of her fingers tease your opening, soaking them in your slick. You felt her smirk on your clit as she slowly sank her digits into your sopping wet hole —— you let out a breathy moan as you felt her thrust her fingers in and out of your swollen pussy. You couldn’t help but involuntarily clench around them as she continuously hit your g-spot.

She looked up at you with tinted pink cheeks, “You’ve been waiting for this, huh?” Your girlfriend just loved the way you became a moaning mess on her mouth. Her touch alone made you dizzy — She teasingly curled her fingers into your sensitive spot, causing you to curse out loud before covering your mouth. Oops, you had gotten too passionate in the moment to the point you forgot your crew was sleeping below you.

It didn’t matter as the room was already filled with the erotic sounds of squelching and quiet moans as Nami ate you out like a hungry beast.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten, “N-Nami, I’m gonna-” She smiled, “Cum on my fingers, Baby.”

She increased the speed of her fingers as she helped you reach your climax, your gummy walls hugging them. A wave of euphoria washed over you as you felt the coil in your stomach unravel from your orgasm. She stared in awe as you unraveled onto her fingers, your milky cum dripping onto the bench in the process.

She slid her fingers away from your dripping hole, a devious look on her face. Your cheeks became flushed as you watched her seductively lick your warm cum off her fingers.

“You’re so dirty.”

She giggled while sucking off the remaining liquid, “Can’t help it, you taste good.”

You rolled your eyes before landing a passionate kiss on her lips, “I’m glad you’re my girlfriend.”

She smiled back, “You know I’d do anything for you, babe.”

Maybe night watch isn’t that bad…

an: i wrote this awhile ago but it’s been sitting in the drafts cuz i haven’t been in the writing mood as of late 🥲

#one piece #fanfic #smut #nami #cat burglar nami #one piece smut #nami smut #sapphic #wlw #oneshot #badly rushed at the end sorry :(

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2baddiesfanfics · 3 months ago

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Not a Burden

Pairing: Robin x F Reader

Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Vaginal Fingering, Scissoring, Kissing

Summary:

Back on the high seas after the defeat of Kaido, the crew takes a bit of time to relax. However, one member of the Straw Hats is noticeably missing – its archaeologist. Nami alerts y/n (female reader), and she seeks Robin out to get the bottom of it. You knew that fight with Black Maria was only over in one way.

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The sun was beginning to set and the silhouette of the Land of Wano had disappeared behind the clouds as the crew continued on their way to their next destination. With one of the fiercest battles they’d ever fought now behind them, the Straw Hats were grateful to be settling back into their routines on the Sunny.

Zoro could be found napping on the lawn while Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp played (a little too loudly) on the swings near him. The soft notes of Brook’s music wafted throughout the ship; over the years he had discovered if he stood in a certain spot on the deck, the sea breeze would carry his voice so everyone could hear.

The aroma of burgers and an assortment of other delectable meats still lingered in the air from tonight’s dinner. Sanji remained in the kitchen, putting the dishes away and starting preparations for tomorrow’s meals.

Franky and Jinbei’s voices could be heard deep in conversation, as the cyborg wanted to get to know the newest member of the crew on a more personal level. The two men walked around the vessel as the shipwright started making blueprints to build accommodations for him.

As you quietly observe the scenes unfolding before you, you hear Nami’s soft steps approach. “Hey, y/n! Have you seen Robin? She isn’t in the library and was even more quiet than normal at dinner.”

“No…I was about to come see if she was with you. I’m sure she’s fine and just needed some alone time,” you reassure her.

Nami nodded and walked down to the lawn to join the others. You thought it was odd Robin wasn’t here enjoying the after-dinner festivities. The two of you would usually watch them from afar as you cuddled with a book. You knit your brow.

This isn’t like her…

Concerned, you decide to go check in on your girlfriend.

You and Robin had become a couple shortly after the crew saved her at Enies Lobby. Having joined a week after she did, you fell for her as soon as your eyes met. You could sense there was a deep yet indescribable pain in the way she looked not just at you, but at everyone else on the ship as well.

Hesitant to get too close too fast and scare her off, you opted to take your time in getting to know everything about her - where she came from, her likes and dislikes, and what she did for fun. It was through your time together you started to think you were out of your depth.

Not only were you naturally introverted, you had already resigned yourself to the idea someone as beautiful and intelligent as her could never feel the same way about you. Despite this, you were still able to bond over how much the two of you had in common. Little did you know…the love you grew to have for her was indeed reciprocated.

A confession didn’t occur until after the tumultuousness of her rescue. After almost having lost her once, there was no way you’d ever let her go through an experience like that again. You still remember it like it was yesterday.

Robin, I know you’ve been hurt, betrayed, and treated as if you were some kind of monster. While I can never truly understand how that feels and changes you as a person, I can make you a promise: For as long as we’re together, I will NEVER allow you to go through that again. I’m yours, forever and always…if you’ll have me.

Neither of you could stop crying at that point, but it didn’t matter. Words weren’t needed. The two of you embraced and the deal was sealed.

Not long after, Franky surprised the both of you. After returning from the two years of training every member of the crew underwent, he built a separate room for you to share. While bunking with Nami was always fun, being able to have a moment to yourselves was a nice option.

“Robin? I’m coming in…” you say as you knock on the door to alert her of your presence.

As you enter the room, you see her sitting on the bed still wearing the lilac kimono she had acquired in Wano. Your breath hitched each time you saw her in it and your heart began to race. You shut the door and walk toward her.

“Hey, beautiful! What are…” you stop mid-question at the sound of soft sniffles. Rushing to her side, you take a seat next to her.

“What’s wrong?” Concern obvious in the tone of your voice.

Placing the back of her hand to her mouth, she whimpers again, nodding her head in the negative. “It’s nothing, love, don’t worry,” she says, tears quietly streaming down her cheeks.

You rub her leg to comfort her. “Flower, please talk to me. You’ve been more quiet than usual since the battles ended. Are your injuries bothering you? I can go get Chopper,” you say, hoping she won’t be too proud to allow you to get her some help.

Wiping her tears away, she places her other hand atop yours, resting them together on her lap. She faces you, her eyes bluer than the waters of even the clearest ocean. The tears that linger make them glisten in a sadly stunning way. Even distraught she was a sight to behold.

“When I was fighting Black Maria, she called me a tramp and a burden to the crew. In the heat of the battle, none of that even registered. But now, those words…‘you’re a burden’… I can’t help but wonder sometimes if there’s some truth to that statement.”

You flip your hand over and hold hers tight. Giving it a reassuring squeeze, you wordlessly urge her to continue.

“At times, I do feel like I don’t belong. After spending years being treated like I wasn’t needed or that my existence itself was a crime…what if it’s all true and I’ve been lying to myself? I’m not proud of what I’ve done in the past, but I had to do it if I wanted any chance at survival…” tears burst forth once again, and you pull her into your lap and hold her close to your chest. You kiss the top of her head as you wait until she regains her composure.

Once she settles down, you caress her cheek as she listens to the steady rhythm of your heart. This grounds her and helps her clear her head.

“Robin, my love, you’re certainly not a burden and you shouldn’t be ashamed of what you had to do to survive. You said it yourself - you simply want to live.” Your soft smile brings a stop to her crying.

“You were alone for a very long time, and from such a young age, at that. The crew wouldn’t be the same if you weren’t here. We love and need you. Nami has someone she looks up to as an older sister, and the knowledge only you have helps her construct accurate maps. Usopp takes inspiration from your scary stories to come up with new weapons to protect himself.” You feel her chuckle against you at the humorous images this evokes.

“Zoro respects the strength and will you have, and only steps in to protect you when he feels it’s needed. Sanji cooks for all of us, but you know he’d make anything you asked of him to special order, just for you. I did actually feel a little bad when he cried when we told him we were together.” You both laugh at the memory of him sobbing on the kitchen counter after you revealed to the crew you were an item.

“Brook appreciates you for being one of the first crew members to accept a skeleton joining and seeing him as a person. Jinbei admires your battle ability and has mentioned to me he wouldn’t want to fight you. Franky has someone to talk to about Pluton and the potential of what the world government would do with it.” You pause for a moment to let her take in your words before continuing.

“Of course, Chopper sees you as a mother figure even if he doesn’t admit it. He’d be lost without your calm, steady presence amongst this rambunctious crew. Most importantly, there’s Luffy. You are the one who is going to help guide him and the rest of this crew to our dreams. He can only become king of the pirates with all of our help - everyone here has a role to play, and none of us are here by mistake. This crew is your nakama and they would never see you as a burden.”

Placing a finger gently under her chin, you tilt her head up to look at you. “As for me, you taught me how to love and that someone like me is worthy of being loved by someone like you. You allow me to be me and accept me without judgment. I would do anything for you, flower. If anything happened to you, I’d turn this world upside down to save you. Do you not remember what I told you when I confessed? I’m yours, forever and always. I love you, Robin,” you declare as you kiss her forehead. She smiles up at you as she leans in closer.

“You have no idea what that means to me. Thank you. You always know what to say to make me feel better. I love you, too, y/n,” she whispers as she leans in and gently brushes her lips against yours. You kiss for what seems like an eternity in the best way, but a sense of unease causes you to pull back.

Taking her hands in yours, you ask, “Wait…are you sure you want this? I didn’t say what I said for any other reason but to make you see how cherished you are and I don’t want you to feel li-”

“Shhh,” she places a finger to your lips before you can finish. “Trust me. I think this is something we both need right now.”

Who am I to argue?

She pulls you back to her and captures your mouth with hers. The soft sounds coming from both of you cause your body to thrum with need, but you don’t dare make a move. It’s her turn to feel empowered and what better way than to let her take the reins?

Her body weight shifts, and you move further back onto the bed you share with her. The scent of the freshly washed sheets underneath you mixed with the familiar smell of tea and old books on her skin is enough to drive you mad, but somehow you remain in control of your senses.

Robin slides on top of you, and your bodies fit together as if you were made for one another. The pad of her thumb now traces your bottom lip as if it were a page from her favorite story. Your tongue darts out for a taste, and you see the pupils of her gorgeous sapphire eyes dilate. Taking her hand and turning it slightly, you place a kiss on her palm. Your mouth meets her wrist and you can feel her pulse quicken against your lips.

She extracts herself from your grip and her hands seek the hem of your shirt. The feel of her fingertips on your flesh nearly sets you on fire. Despite having done this many times before, there’s a renewed sense of urgency to this moment. Your hands get lost in tangles of raven-black hair as you draw her into a deeper kiss.

The moan she lets out echoes throughout your body as she tugs at your top, coaxing you to assist her in shedding it. You pull it up and over your head, only to see she’s shedding her kimono. Your mouth runs dry. You’ve seen this play out before, but the sight never ceases to remind you just how lucky you are.

Eager to be as close as possible, you both quickly remove the remainder of your clothing.

Her tender kisses make you so dizzy you’re glad she’s the one on top. As she moves her hand to caress your breast, you can’t stop yourself from groaning her name.

“Robin…”

You feel her mouth form a grin against yours. She takes pride in knowing what you like and never fails to make your head spin.

“Yes, love…let me make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel tonight.” Her words are sweet and tender in tone, but erotic at the same time. You feel her fingers teasing at your nipple and your body arches into hers.

“Oh god…please…Robin…”

Her touches remain light, conveying the emotion of this delicate moment. She’s treating you as if you might break, and for all you know, she may be right. You feel her elegant hand brush past your belly, and your face flushes - not out of embarrassment, but out of knowledge and anticipation of what’s coming next.

Your arousal already coats the inside of your thighs, and you’re aching to feel her touch where it’s most needed. As if she’s read your mind, you feel her middle finger tease your entrance. Your head slams back into the pillow, and your reaction tells her you can easily take another finger. Robin meets no resistance as she slides into you.

“Ahhhhhh…Robin…”

“Mmmm…I love hearing you call out my name. You know I’ll always be there for you in any way you need me. Especially like this,” her movements are steady, practiced. You know each other’s bodies down to a science.

“Robin…going to…”

She dips her head down to your ear, the heat of her breath warming your skin. Her teeth graze the shell of your ear as her seductive voice - the voice that is both tender and teasing at the same time - whispers, “I know…let me hear you…”

And just like that, you shatter. Your eyes snap shut from the intensity of your orgasm, but the image of Robin’s beautiful smile remains etched in your mind.

She carefully moves to lay beside you and kisses your cheek as you bask in the afterglow of what’s just occurred. A strand of your hair sticks to your flushed face, and you feel her soft fingers brush it away as your breathing slows. When you turn your head to look over at her, you’re greeted by her gleaming smile.

“Welcome back, love,” she whispers coyly.

You lean over to kiss her and, in no time at all, your positions are now reversed. Words can only convey so much - now it’s her turn. When your lips part, you look into her eyes and say, “Now let me show you how loved you are.”

She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you back down towards her, your mouths crashing together once more. You feel her tongue push past your lips and suddenly your chest feels like it’s on fire. Your hand hovers over her breast and you feel her hum in anticipation. Sliding your thumb back and forth over her hardening nipple, she sighs at your touch.

“I love how intelligent you are,” you murmur as you lean up to kiss her forehead. Making your way back to her lips, you continue, “I love your wit and humor, even when it’s dark and freaks out Usopp.” You feel her chuckle vibrate against your teeth. Knowing she’s now completely relaxed, you glide your hand from her breast to between her legs. She gasps as you lubricate your fingers with her slick.

As you kiss her neck, you whisper, “You are the bravest, strongest woman I know and it’s one of the many reasons I look up to you.” You mark her neck, leaving a reminder you know she’ll see in the morning and playfully chastise you for later.

Resting your chin on her chest, you watch as she closes her eyes in ecstasy at the feel of your fingertips on her bud. The beating of her heart is the most beautiful rhythm you’ve ever heard and reflects the vision that now lies beneath you.

“Your caring heart and selflessness are just a few of the many traits I adore.” You continue showering her in affirmations as you slide your finger up and down her slit.

“Y/n…I need you,” she whimpers.

“Of course, my flower. You know I’m always here to take care of you,” you reply as you sit up and gently part her legs. Positioning yourself between them, you place one hand next to her head for support. Your cores now aligned, you start to slowly thrust against her.

“Ohhhhhhh yes!” she moans.

You start to speed up your rhythm as the evidence of your arousal mixes with her own. With your other hand, you reach for hers and your fingers interlock.

Between ragged breaths, you somehow choke out, “I thank the universe every day for you. I love you, Robin.”

Her head snaps back and you feel her tremble under you. She moans your name between your whispers ‘I love you’ as her orgasm washes over her. You watch as she comes undone. As the only one who gets to see this side of her, you feel like the luckiest person in all of the Grand Line.

You grind out your own release and come once again, nearly toppling over. When you next open your eyes, a red-faced Robin is smiling back up at you. Bringing your face to hers, you nuzzle your nose against hers before lying down next to her. You pull her to you, her head pillowed comfortably against your chest. You run your hand through her hair and bring her hand to your chest where your heart steadily beats for her.

Kissing her forehead, you say, “I love you. You’re not a burden, and you’re not alone anymore. If you ever have these thoughts or feelings again, promise me you’ll come to me. We’ll talk it out. Or do this again,” you say with a wink.

You feel her burrow closer. “I promise. I love you, too. And…thank you.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #fic #wlw #anime #manga #nico robin #one piece #nico robin x reader #robin x reader #reader x robin #reader x nico robin #f reader

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sabo-has-my-heart · 1 year ago

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Hey, I love your posts! Would it be possible to request a possessive Shanks x f! Reader x Strawhats/ monster trio? Where the reader is running an errand for Shanks but ends up stranded/injured. The strawhats come along and rescue her. Luffy offers to take her to the rendezvous point. On the way there, the strawhats find out the reader is shank’s gf/crewmate. When they finally meet up. Shanks is a little possessive as the monster trio has taken a liking to her. Thanks so much.

Warnings: possessive Shanks, mean villagers, minor blood and violence (the reader is injured once)

Word Count: 1850

It’s an easy errand, he said. You’ll be fine, he said. Now, leaning against an alley wall, clutching your bleeding arm while the angry mob searched for you, you couldn’t help but curse your dumbass boyfriend. Apparently this ‘easy errand’ didn’t take into account the fact that this island hated the Yonkos with every fiber of their being. You hadn’t even been sailing under Shanks’s flag when you arrived, but you’d long since gotten his jolly roger tattooed on your hip. When one of the villagers noticed the top half poking out of your pants, they’d immediately started shouting at you, spitting accusations, and getting generally violent. They were just innocent villagers, you hadn’t wanted to hurt them, no matter how much they hated you. So instead of fighting, you’d run. Run, hide, get found, repeat. For the time being, however, they seemed too frenzied to check the small alleyways. It wasn’t their fault. They’d had bad run-ins with the worst of the yonkos, when 2 of the 4 yonkos trash your home, a relatively new one was as bad as they came, a previous one had been a terrifying mountain of a man know as ‘the strongest man alive’, and the other just looks mean, well, was it any surprise you’d been attacked? They couldn’t attack the yonkos directly, but they could attack you. Sighing, you closed your eyes for a moment. Just a moment of rest, that’s all you needed.

“What’re you hiding from?” a voice asked, making you jump out of your skin. Had they found you again? Looking over, you noticed a boy with black hair and an all too familiar straw hat. You knew the boy, Shanks had his wanted poster plastered in the dining hall, carefully placed on his desk, and one more hung from his wall. He was so proud of Luffy and his success. He was looking forward to their reunion when Luffy was a great pirate. The news had placed him as a new Yonko, he’d defeated both Big Mom and Kaido. He was very well on his way to becoming the ‘great pirate’ than Shanks looked forward to seeing. Letting your heart calm down a little, you nodded.

“Isn’t it obvious? The frenzied villagers with gardening tools from hell didn’t give it away?” you asked, still holding your bleeding arm. The result of a particularly nasty hook blade, if you had to guess, likely used to trim trees and bushes, the sap and liquid chlorophyll causing your wound to sting and burn.

“Shishishi, yeah, Nami said I should stay hidden so they won’t attack me. But why’d they attack you?” he asked, head tilted to the side. You chuckled and shook your head.

“Out of your entire crew, you’re actually the least likely to be attacked. The villagers aren’t stupid, they know they can’t fight a yonko. A yonko’s crew member, however…” you pulled the waist of your pants down slightly, revealing the jolly roger.

“You’re on Shanks’s crew?! You have to come with us!” Luffy said excitedly, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the alleyway and down the street. Sure enough, the moment the mob saw Luffy, they scattered, hiding in the various nearby buildings, fearing the boy’s wrath. Sitting on the deck of the Sunny, you let the little reindeer tend to your wound, the antiseptic making you flinch. The Sunny had set sail a few hours ago, loaded up with supplies that the villagers had fearfully given to the crew, afraid of what would happen if they didn’t. Luffy had still insisted on paying them, the boy just as kind as Shanks had described. You were thankful for the boy, the villagers having set fire to your own little boat. The crew surrounded you, bombarding you with questions that you answered as best as you could between small ‘ah’s of pain from Chopper tending to your injury. The blond, Sanji, had offered to hold your hand for comfort, stating that ‘a beautiful woman shouldn’t have to suffer in such a manner’. All you could think was that Luffy’s crew was as sweet and interesting as the boy himself, even Zoro, as standoffish as he was, was as kind to you as the others, complimenting your strength and willpower to not just ‘deal with’ the villagers.

Laying on the grass of Luffy’s ship, you couldn’t help but smile. You’d have to convince Shanks to put some grass on the deck of the Red Force, it was surprisingly comfortable as you let the sun warm you. The crew had agreed to take you to a rendezvous point to meet back up with your beloved boyfriend, Luffy’s eyes nearly leaving his head when he found out that you were involved with the red-headed captain.

“Y/n, you said you were good with armament haki, Luffy won’t train with me because it isn’t ‘fun’. I could use your help.” Zoro said, one hand resting on his swords.

“I don’t mind, but is such a small ship really a good place to be practicing? I doubt Franky would be too pleased if you tore up his ship.” giving him a raised eyebrow.

“The work out room is reinforced and I’ll be holding back a bit, but I need someone that can handle my attacks.” he said, making you smile at the compliment. It might not sound like your typical compliment, but you could see it for what it was as you got up and dusted yourself off.

Holding the knife in your hand, you helped the blond chef chop vegetables. You were surprisingly skilled in the kitchen. Perhaps not as skilled a chef as he was, but better than what he’d expected after hearing about the, often drunk, red-hair pirates.

“Y/n-swan, will you try this for me?” Sanji asked, holding a spoon out for you. You smiled and tasted the food, your eyes lighting up in delight.

“It’s amazing, Sanji! You’re such a great cook! Luffy’s really lucky to have you on his crew!” you said happily, making the blond melt. You were always so sweet and to the entire crew too! Even to that annoying, moss headed, brute of a swordsman.

“You’re the amazing one, Y/n-chwan! You’re so sweet and kind. To find such an amazing woman on the crew like Shanks’s, it’s no wonder he’s so taken with you.” he said, his flattery making you blush a little. He was sweeter than sugar and a damned flirt, he reminded you of Shanks in some ways, a shameless flirt yet sweet and adoring.

Your laughter carried across the ship as you joined Luffy in some game that you, honestly, didn’t understand one bit, but were having fun all the same. The boy’s laughter and happiness were infectious, making those around him as happy as he was.

“You’re losing, Y/n!” Luffy said with his signature little laugh, making you smile.

“Well of course I am, I’ve never played this before. Besides, who cares if I’m losing so long as we’re having fun. The only time a person is truly losing is when they’re not enjoying the company of friends.” you said, making the boy’s eyes light up. He liked the sound of that, liked how you enjoyed his games and antics as much as he did. He enjoyed how much you smiled and laughed, how generally happy you were and kind you’d been to everyone. Honestly, he didn’t want you to leave anymore, he wished he could just keep you on the Sunny and not return you to Shanks.

Landing on the island, you smiled as you jumped from the railing of the ship, not even bothering to give Franky time to lower the gangplank, Luffy laughing as he followed right behind you. Zoro and Sanji, having grown very close to you over the last couple of weeks, were right behind you, not wanting you to run off without them. As soon as you spotted the familiar red hair and tacky pants, you were moving at a dead sprint, throwing yourself into your boyfriends arm, said arm wrapping around you and holding you tight.

“Did you miss me, baby?” you asked, giving him a soft kiss as you enjoyed simply being together again.

“So much that I wasn’t able to enjoy my booze without you.” he said, making you giggle. Considering how much Shanks liked to drink, that was saying something.

“Well how about we have a small party with Luffy’s crew to celebrate? You two can catch up and you can enjoy your liquor again. Zoro might even give you a run for your money on how much you can drink.” you said with a small laugh.

“What if I just want to sit and spend time with you? Do you know how long it’s been since I got to hold you?” he whined as he nuzzled his head against the top of your own.

“I do, but I thought you might want to catch up with Luffy. Besides, you should meet his crew, they’re sweet.” you said, making the man pout.

“Just how much time did you spend with them? Didn’t you think about how much I missed you?” he asked, giving you his kicked puppy look.

“Of course I did, I missed you every second! But I had to distract myself to keep myself from missing you too much and sulking, so I got to know how great Luffy’s crew was.” you said, making the three boys smile. They’d enjoyed your company and knowing that you enjoyed theirs made them surprisingly cheerful.

“She’s right, we really should celebrate, I can make everyone something to eat. Besides, we can’t just let Y/n-swan leave with just a simple ‘so long, see you later’.” Sanji said with a charming smile.

“I’d like to see if she’s right about how much you can drink. She said you can drink more than her and we’d share a few after she helped me train.” Zoro added.

“Besides, don’t you like to party and drink, Shanks? I bet it would be even better with Y/n!” Luffy said, with a huge smile. Each comment from the boys had Shanks’s hold on you growing tighter and tighter, holding you possessively. Chuckling, you shook your head at the man. You knew how he could be, knew that he could get possessive at times.

“I’m sure Shanks would love to celebrate, but we should keep this reunion short. Luffy, you and Shanks agreed that you’d meet again when you were a great pirate, but I think you should become even better before we truly enjoy a party together. I know you don’t want to just say ‘so long, see you later’, so how about we’ll meet again soon?” you suggested, wiggling free of your boyfriend’s hold, giving Luffy a hug, Sanji a pat on the head, and Zoro a light punch to the shoulder before leaving with your boyfriend as the 3 straw hat boys sulked. They’d have to find a way to ‘run into’ you again so they could spend more time with you.

#one piece #one piece shanks #op shanks #red haired shanks #red haired shanks x reader #red hair shanks x reader #akagami no shanks #akagami no shanks x reader #one piece luffy #one piece sanji #one piece zoro #op Luffy #op Sanji #op Zoro

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blogpoppit · 10 months ago

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#minami kaido #cure mermaid #laura lamer #laura #cure lamer #pretty cure all stars f #pretty cure all stars #precure all stars #precure all stars f #precure #pretty cure

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thesharktanksdriver · 5 months ago

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Determination!Punk Hazard must be Caesar's personal hell because not only because everything's being busted to shit but also the fact that the most interesting test subject for him to experiment on (That being y/n) is always out of arm's reach or whenever he does get his hands on them someone shows up at a random point to beat him and get them back, and even if he did finally manage to fully secure them he would in deep shit if word got out to Doffy about it (Which it would. in record time even)

He's like y/n's very own Team Rocket style villain

Bro ceasar is fucked

Like capital F Fucked

As you said he finds the legit best ever test subject for his crazy ass experiments that he could theoretically keep using over and over as long as he could find them again or make them respawn in the same spot.

But literally both of his bosses, the equally (if not more in some areas since he’s kinda delusional when it comes to y/n lol) crazy pink feathered king of Dressrosa who he reports to and the motherfucking Kaido.

Once finding out y/n’s ability he’d so desperately would want to keep them as to do his fucked up experiments but knows he’d be obliterated on the spot or heavily tortured by either of his bosses.

Him being a team rocket esk villain to y/n is honestly a hilarious thought, especially since y/n would be like Ash and absolutely clown (hah) on him.

Like buddy, you really wanna mess with the immortal on a literal crew of equally if not more insane people.

Aight then *snaps fingers* Luffy meat!

What’s even more hilarious of a thought tho is that king has probably just been waiting for this moment to kill Ceasar. He just barely tolerates letting Ceasar live cause of Kaido so he’s waiting at the first possible moment to pounce.

And fortunately for him Kaido would not like hearing that Ceasar wanted to use y/n as a lab rat.

And neither does Doffy once he heart about Ceasar trying to harm his friend.

#answers #determination!

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count-alucard-tepes · 1 year ago

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Op hotties react to their s/o saying “ you want to f—-ck me so bad it makes you look silly” during an argument

Clutches his pearls and blushes, “…stop being so silly when we are being serious!”:

Akainu🌋

Fujitora 🐅

Sir Crocodile 🐊

Benn Beckman 🔫

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

Killer🔪

King 👑

Izou🔫🔫

Buggy🤡

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕

Iceburg💜

Rob Lucci🐆

Stops and smirks, “…you read my mind, baby…”:

Kizaru ✨

Ryokugyu 🌱

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

Kaido🐉

Queen👑

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

Oven Charlotte 🍞

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹

Gecko Moria🦇

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅

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moscnios · 2 years ago

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⟡ ֺ 𓂂 now playing , up on the hill top.

⟡ pairing! … f!reader x trafalgar law. ft. big brother sanji.

⟡ type of love! … romantic.

⟡ cw(s)! … she/her pronouns used. brief allusion to child neglect. the reader has a sibling-like relationship with sanji. reader is implied to be a few months younger than sanji. annoyingly overprotective sanji. reader shotgunning a beer. takes place during the conclusion of wano but no spoilers. me trying to be funny.

⟡ wc! … 1.8k.

⟡ notes! … took out of the c*lestial d*agon part, but the reader still has a princess past. this was in my drafts for so long, i am so sorry. thank you so much for requesting !! <333

“You don’t dance or you can’t dance?” you challenged him with a light chuckle, pressing your body against his, closing the small space between you. “Maybe a mixture of both?” you added, earning an eye roll from him.

It was over. The battle was over. The reign of terror that lasted 20 years had finally ended. The people of Wano were free from the brutal reins of Kurozumi Orochi, of the Beast Pirates, of Kaido. To conclude the dark era finally coming to its end and start a new era, the people of Wano all across the nation held a banquet.

Away from the festivities, on top of the hill, looking out on the banquet taking place in the Flower Capital, stood you and Law. It was nice to see everyone happy, laughing with each other, and dancing. It was so lively. But it had been so long since you had gotten to spend any alone time with Law since arriving in Wano.

You took his hand into yours, slipping away from the banquet together. You found this spot before the raid, being able to see all the beauty of the Flower Capital. In it, you found a moment of peace through all of the turmoil, a chance to finally slow down and breathe, a chance to look back on the life you’ve led up until this point. None of which you found yourself regretting. And if you had to do it all over again, you would a million times over.

When it was all over, said and done, you had promised to come back to this very spot before you’d left this island with your crew. And now you were able to share this spot with the man you loved.

It felt good to be back in his arms. But that didn’t stop you from thinking about what happens after the banquet when you and Law have to separate. Your contented smile wavered, as your head lowered. You tried to hide your face in his chest.

He noticed, and he knew where your mind had drifted off to. The thought of being separated for god knows how long, played through his mind repeatedly.

“You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” He asked, his hand moving up to the small of your back.

“It’s kind of hard not to. I’ve gotten so used to you being there when I wake up. And now I have no clue when I’ll even be able to see you again,” You admitted.

With his free hand, he grabbed his hat, placing it on your head. You picked your head up, looking into his golden eyes that you had fallen in love with over the course of these past few months. His golden eyes that you continue to fall in love with over and over again with every loving gaze. “If I could give you an answer, I would. I wish I knew myself. I’d tell you not to worry, but it would make me a hypocrite because I’m worried myself. Never thought I’d be saying that aloud.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” You noted with a smile. He couldn’t stop that small smile that formed his features. He never really noticed how much more he smiled when he was around you. Not until he was being teased left and right for it, whether it was by you or his crew.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “We can be worried together. I may from time to time call you for hours on end because I miss you.”

“I wouldn’t mind hearing your voice. It’s better than listening to Penguin and Shachi arguing all the time,” He mentioned, earning a laugh from you.

“But you love them.”

“Unfortunately, I do.”

It felt amazing to just talk and laugh with him, to see how he’s truly lightened up. His claims of only being interested in you due to your position in the Straw Hats as well as your devil fruit were proven to be false. Neither of those aspects was what truly drew him to you. He wasn’t really sure himself what it was either.

You were just...you. It was the best way he could explain it. Though he was still learning to say that part out loud, he loved every part of you. He couldn’t even begin to tell you what it was that made him face first in love with you. There was so much he wanted to say, but the words available to him were just not enough to describe it.

Being with you felt like home. He felt a sense of safety as he inhaled your perfume when he hugged you, when he kissed you, and when you were asleep next to him. Even now at this moment, as he holds you close, unsure of if he even wants to let you go. He feels at ease, something he hasn’t felt in so long.

You capture his lips in a loving kiss, dropping your hands from around his neck, snaking under the fabric of his shirt, and feeling his hot skin underneath the tips of your fingertips. His calloused hands cradled your face gently, for only a brief moment, pulling away from your lips, earning a pout from you.

His body was tensed, eyes piercing as he glared to the left. You turned your head in the same direction feeling a sense of familiarity, as well as an intense aura. Someone was coming, and there were furious.

Appearing out of the shadows was a blond with a smile, “( y/n )! There you are! I was looking everywhere for you!” His smile had disappeared, being replaced with a look of annoyance as he made eye contact with the company you had found yourself entangled with. The blond looked Law up and down, “Law...”

“Blackleg-ya...” Law scoffed, rolling his eyes.

You untangled yourself from your lover. “Sanji, what are you doing here?”

As the blond looked at you again, his smile reappeared, “I couldn’t find you at the banquet. And I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“How thoughtful. I’m okay!”

“Why wouldn’t she be?” Law grumbled under his breath, earning a glare from the cook. If looks could kill, they’d be in a death battle.

To say Sanji had a soft spot for you was an understatement. You were the little sister he never knew he needed. Since you had joined the Straw Hats, he made a promise to himself, he’d do anything to see you always smiling, to see you always happy.

But did you have to fall for the man whose epithet is Surgeon of Death?

Law was the walking personification of the man he never wanted you to be around.

When he had overheard you, rather eavesdropping on the three of you, gushing to Nami and Robin about your new boyfriend he had nearly fainted. He couldn’t believe his ears. His lovely, too good for this world, little sister who he adored, dating Law of all people?! The very same man who swore when the alliance dissolved, he would go back to being an enemy of the Straw Hats, now cuddled up with you.

He could hardly hear how overdramatic he was being from Nami, he was too busy being dramatic.

Every time you tried to defend your boyfriend, he’d never listen. It just resulted in the two of you talking over each other, neither of you being heard. You adored Sanji, and you appreciated him being protective and wanting the best for you.

But sometimes you just wished he’d shut up and listen, rather than trying to dictate your life! People dictating your life was the reason you were with the Straw Hats in the first place, why you ran away from the place you used to call home.

Sanji cleared his throat, “Law, can I talk to you for a moment?” Despite it being phrased as a question, it wasn’t in the slightest. “Alone. You know, man to man,” He clarified. By the look on his face, there was nothing you could say that would have persuaded him from the obviously terrible idea of leaving the two of them alone together. The red flags were now flashing red lights going off in your head.

Looking back to your boyfriend, he didn’t seem phased in the slightest, as if he was expecting whatever was to come. “Go have fun, it won’t take long, will it?”

“Of course not. I’ll return him back to you in one piece.” Sanji chimed in. Something about the way he said it, made you doubt it even more. “Alright, alright. Well when you’re finished, come and find me, yeah?”

“Not like there’s anyone else I want to see.” You press a kiss on his cheek, bidding the two men your goodbyes, returning to the festivities in the Flower Capital.

Law’s eyes had followed you until you were out of sight. How he hated to see you go but loved to watch you leave.

“Don’t look at her like that, you bastard.”

“Like what?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. What are your intentions with ( y/n )? What the hell are you planning? Are you using her as a ploy to take all of us down? I know what pirates like you think when you see women like her” Sanji accused.

Law rolled his eyes, “The pot calling the kettle black.”

“WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?!”

The Surgeon of Death continued, “Look Blackleg-ya, I’m not going to have this conversation with you, again. I owe you no explanation for my relationship with ( y/n ). Stay out of it.”

“If she didn’t like you so much, I’d choke the life out of you,” The cook threatened under his breath, his fingers twitching at his sides.

“As if I’d even let you let you get that close,” Law spat back.

“( y/n ) used to be a princess, you know?”

“Didn’t ask.”

“She’s too good for you!”

The surgeon simply shrugged, completely uninterested in the conversation.

“I’LL KILL YOU!”

Down in the Flower Capital, you found yourself nursing a drink that Nami gave you. You kept looking back toward the hill, wondering what was taking Law and Sanji so long. The orange-haired woman nudged your shoulder, grabbing your attention, “You okay?”

“Yeah, just...wondering what’s taking them so long.”

Your question was immediately answered, as you could hear the sheathing of a sword from meters aware and the sound of yelling over the loud music. An annoyed sigh left your lips. You shotgunned the rest of your drink, handing the empty glass to Nami.

“Gonna need another one of those when I get back from stopping these idiots from tearing each others’ throats out.”

“Good luck, babes.”

“I’ll need it.”

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