#corazon x bell-mere

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I’m mentally ill, came across Corabelle art, and then became more mentally ill. Give this a read if you’d like! (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE-)

[an-au-blog]

Don't know if anyone has done this yet but An Au where Bell-mère and Corazon lived and raised Nami, Nojiko and Law together.

Nami still joins the Arlong Pirates (this time it prevents Bell-mère's death) and later joins the strawhats after the Arlong Park thing. Law left when he was old enough to study to become a doctor and became a pirate because he wants to free Cora from Doffy.

Oh! This reminded me of this tiktok that I thought was really cute :))

I love any au where either Bell-mere and/or Corazon live, because they are genuinely two of the best parents from the main imo... (along with Zeff, but yk, not the point atm)

(I'm gonna start making stuff up now, so if it's not canon aligned pls close your eyes about it)

Both of them are absolutely adorable and I'd love seeing them bond. How I'd imagine it is - Belle-mere quits being a marine to take care of Nami. When she tells Corazon, he panics a bit. They've been friends for a while and he's been growing feelings for her but feared he'd list her, so he never said anything. But now she was leaving anyway so he decided, what's he got to lose more. In a leap of courage he tells her. Long story short, that's how they get together and decide to live together and have a cute little cottage and have an orchard.

They're genuinely great parents and show all of their kids love. They would encourage all of them to chase their dreams and would protect them with their lives. I love thinking that Law hed a happy childhood up to a point with his sister's and I also believe he would be a great brother to annoy hahaha

If Nami still joined the Arlong pirates as a way to save her mother's life and buy back the village, I feel like she would still be ostracized from the rest of the village and locked in that room for days.

I think Law would be a very protective brother and would be grieving every injury that Nami came back with.

Also I think that Law's grudge would be somewhat redirected towards the Arlong pirates rather than Doffy.

While I believe that, yes, both Corazon and Belle mere would still live in this version, it would only be because of Vorazon and because he wouldn't want to make more trouble he'd still be pretty passive

Also also, he would have another reason to help Luffy when he did at impel down. I imagine that he has seen the wanted posters and already knows she's part of Luffy's crew, so of course he would help family.

[gendervapor14]

i bring you some amazing fanart for chapter one of “all bark and no bite”!! this is just. spot-on. my heart feels complete 💖

credits to M.BD on twitter!! :D thank you so much 💛

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One Piece Crack Ship War - Round 2 Side E

CoraBelle art by @halacska-fins

'Arctic Birds' art made by @cherself

Propaganda under the cut.

CoraBelle:

A surprisingly popular ship considering they never interacted, but I see the appeal. Both former Marines, both loving and caring adoptive parents.

Two of the best parents in One Piece, imagine if they both lived and raised a happy little mixed family together.

Best adoptive Dad + Best adoptive Mom. I think they would vibe.

Cora is Bell-mere's malewife failure and she loves him. She enjoys making him flustered and tripping him up. He is just heads over heels in love with her, he loves her so much Just the thought of Bell-mere making a man who's twice her size completely melt for her fills me with joy. They were both apart of the Marines and ended up adopting children while on the job. I'm not exactly sure who died first but learning about your lover's death (if it wasn't covered up) is amazing angst potential. They're watching over their kids in the afterlife together.

Dead serial adopting Marines smokers, what else is there to say?

hi i’m back with my corabelle agenda. these two are a match made in heaven. literally. they have so many narrative parallels, it hurts. they both sacrificed themselves for their adoptive kids’ longevity, they’re both former marines who deserted their positions in order to give these kids a better life. they were both killed by a flintlock, and their last words to their kids were “i love you.” !!! it’s uncanny!! they could have known each other when they were marines, too! bell-mere is just one year older than rosinante. they were from different blues, but there’s a chance they could have run into each other or even trained together for a period of time. bell-mere would be the perfect friend for a young rosinante who’s preoccupied and stressed over his brother. in terms of personality, that’s where we get some of that juicy opposites-attract theory into play. they do have a lot in common tho! some common flaws, (hotheaded, a bit irrational, impulsive), and some common strengths as well, (determined, fearless, values the strength of a smile)! but otherwise, bell-mere isn’t afraid to lay the flirt on and seems a bit more extroverted, where rosinante is a little more reserved and keeps a very small circle of friends, (literally one and it’s sengoku). someone direct like bell-mere could easily draw him out of his shell, and someone down-to-earth and occasionally goofy like rosinante could help keep her grounded.

Both marines with rough lives who seemingly picked up children when they weren’t expecting it. Bellemere would make a great mom to Law and Corazon would make a great dad to Nami and Nojiko. Both of them would bond over the bullshit of the world!!

Art by @gendervapor14

Arctic Birds: -Aesthetically speaking, they're great looking together -I think they balance each other well, would understand each other, each have heavy responsibilities and expectation weighting on their shoulders and are very specific in the companies they like to share.

[newnlovesjennie]

one piece au where literally nothing went wrong everyone is alive and happy hc's

nami

belle mere is still alive obvi

the attack on her island was less of an attack and more of like a alliance? like the fishman pirates pulled up and were like hey we need a hideout can we pls use ur island. and they were like yeah offer us protection and in turn u can use our island! no violence no blood nothing!!

in this au fisher tiger is still alive and the fishman pirates are still what he envisioned before his death, so he’s the captain, not arlong

speaking of arlong he’s like hella toned down. he got the jinbei affect in the sense that koala changed him and showed him humans aren’t all bad. yeah sure he’s more radical and unhinged than the other pirates but he’s just like the weird conservative uncle you tolerate at thanksgiving not a real threat

hachi and nami bonding!!!

nami never develops an obsession with money, she gets to put her full effort into map making and exploring that talent

she makes maps for the fishman pirates completely out of her own free will

she joins the movement for fishman human equality woohoo!!!

yeah in this au that movement actually gets taken seriously instead of played off and the fishmen actually make progress in equality 

koala visits sometimes! koala and nami bonding time!!!

law

doflamingo is toned down like 1000% in this au he’s not a family killer in this one he’s just odd

like seriously idk how the logistics would work but maybe somehow after the whole “doffys family becomes human” thing the humans don’t persecute him? so in turn he just kinda is pretentious and misses being rich instead of holding a particular grudge against humanity?

either way he’s also just the weird conservative uncle you see at thanksgiving 

corazon is number one dad ever did he offer law henny for his 8th birthday yes does he know how to do laundry or cook not at all but he is trying his best!

LAW BABY FIVE AND BUFFALO AS COUSINS. PLEASE!!!! dellinger too maybe idk if he’s a kid or not tho

the executives like trebol diamante whatever the fuck also aren’t as evil either they just tryna do their own thing yk just black market deal in peace but no unnecessary killing 

donquixote family stays pirates instead of going and trying to take a whole kingdom (took a shit ton of convincing for doffy to accept that)

the whole pirate warlord thing gives doffy enough prestige he don’t need to be a king necessarily 

law eats the op op fruit, doffy tries to get him to make him immortal, corazon slaps him, doffy changes his mind

(i am taking so many liberties in this au omg)

zoro

kuina didn’t fucking fall down a flight of stairs!! yippee!!!

their whole competition abt who will be the greatest swordsman is still on

they venture outside the dojo and become pirates

both bounty hunters maybe

kuina is so so gay

hear me out…. kuina x tashigi? LET ME COOK

yeah zoros just there

they find their way to mihawks island without the whole kuma blasting zoro to a random island thing

they beg mihawk to train them but he’s like wtf get out of my house but they show potential and he’s like ok fine ill train y’all 

persona is also there bc i said so FUCK MORIA ALL MY HOMIES HATE MORIA she left him and somehow ended up with mihawk he also let her stay for some reason (he needs to stop adopting kids)

hear me out…. perona x kuina? or at the very least they become besties

once again zoro is just there

robin

olvia and saul are still alive

all of her island is still alive, don’t ask why the world government is ok with that they just are shhhh shhhhh 

robin grows up an archeologist but decides she needs to find the poneglyphs and discover the truth of the world

so she becomes a pirate and joins baroque works, led by crocodile

he respects her (WHAT) doesn’t try to kill her (WHAT) and they actually have a fun friendship a friendly lil boss secretary relationship its adorable

she helps crocodile get with doffy because god knows he couldn’t do it himself

ok if this is how this au is going robins gotta be besties with bon clay come on. mr three hello?? 

[deathmetalunicorn1]

RoR x One Piece Crossover Masterlist

Luffy Reader

Sanji Reader

Nami Reader

Mihawk Reader

Big Mom Reader

Boa Hancock Reader

Amber Lead Disease

Amber Lead Disease Part 2- Big Brother Katakuri

Boa Hancock x Apollo

Boa Hancock x Apollo part 2

Nami Reader- The Past

Zoro Reader

Sun God Nika Luffy vs Apollo

Charlotte Family x Medusa’s Daughter

Luck Luck Fruit

Bell-Mere Reader

Gear 5 Luffy vs. Apollo Part 2

Shirahoshi Reader

Katakuri Reader

Whitebeard's Daughter

Whitebeard Reader

Gear 5 Luffy Reader

Corazon Reader

Nico Robin Reader

Boa Hancock Reader vs. Apollo

Sanji Reader- Leftovers

Ace Reader x Hades

Hiyori Reader

Law Reader

Marco Reader

Kuma Reader (w\ Bonney)

Rayleigh Reader

Roger Reader

Law Reader- Fighting

Katakuri Reader- Fighting (w/ Kojiro)

[mamamittens]

Romantic Yandere Corazon X Bell-mere (in an Au where they both lived)

After the disastrous mission concerning his brother, I imagine Sengoku would be thrilled his boy decided to retire to a quiet village in the East Blue. Bonus, he's got 3 grandkids now.

Supportive dad/mom combo, what could go wrong?

Well, Bellemere might be a tad stressed her beau is somehow setting himself on fire constantly. Not many would appreciate that, or so I imagine.

Arlong... Likely doesn't have a good time. Not sure how far he gets onto the island telling them what's what, but no one hears him scream, that's for sure. Might give Law an impromptu lesson on fishman biology while the girls pick fruit.

He wouldn't keep it from Bellemere but Bellemere wouldn't appreciate her daughters seeing that and he knows it. If Law hadn't seen much worse and already had in interest in medicine, he likely wouldn't invite him along for that either.

It's an oddly cozy, concerning under the surface, relationship. Just weird enough people don't typically pin down the unhinged vibes. It's just Corazon, what are you talking about?

[menminha]

Ok, minha primeira vez fazendo isso, desculpa qualquer erro 😀.

Estou escrevendo uma nova fanfic, mas ainda vai demorar muito pra postar pois to fazendo a continuação de outra fic ao mesmo tempo ... imaginem o caos ksksks.

Eu fiquei fissurada na versão feminina do Torao principalmente depois do capitulo 1063. Ai imaginei como seria com o Luffy também e daí saiu essa fanfic kkkkk.

Portanto a fic terá fem Torao e fem Luffy, irei me referir à Luffy como Lu porque soa mais feminino, e à Torao como Tral - e às vezes e Law. Eles serão mulheres mesmo, por isso usarei o ela/dela sempre.

[Eu tô fazendo isso aqui porque talvez eu use nas notas iniciais, eu penso em postar apenas o primeiro capitulo pra saber como as pessoas irão reagir.]

Shipp principal: Zolu (Zoro x Luffy). [A história basicamente ocorre em torno deles. ]

Shanks (48) e Makino (45) são um casal e seus filhos são:

- Ace e Sabo (gêmeos, 27 anos)

- Tral (25)

- Luffy (23)

- Uta (07)

Mihawk (48) e Perona (46) são outro casal e seus filhos são:

- Zoro (23)

- E Otoko (07)

Os demais personagens que interagiram até agora:

- Usopp, Kaya, Sanji, Nami, Franky, Robin, Brook, Jinbei, Chopper (filho da Robin e do Franky); Monet, Hancock, Hiyori, Eustass Kid, Bellamy, Koby.

Personagens citados:

- Vivi, Zeff, Sora, Corazon, Bell-Mere, Momonosuke (adulto).

Qualquer atualização eu volto aqui 😊.

Não sei se vou fazer versão em inglês, mas durante as férias eu penso nisso com mais calma.

[many-shades-of-violence]

how to cure a jealous heart

✢ pairing: Marine! Donquixote Rosinante x Reader

✢ characters: Donquixote Rosinante, Donquixote Doflamingo, Smoker, Bellé-mere, Sengoku

✢ contents: NSFW, Jealousy-driven intimacy, Light Bondage, Size Kink, Alcohol & Nicotine Consumption

✢ word count: 7.500

It was a tranquil late summer evening, a soothing breeze whispering across the Marine Headquarters. The sun dipped toward the horizon, casting radiant reflections upon the tranquil waters, providing the perfect backdrop for an intimate after-work celebration shared amongst friends.

The preceding week had been tumultuous, a torrent of fresh bounties flooding in for burgeoning pirates—referred to affectionately by Smoker as "rookie idiots." The deluge of work, tirelessly juggling duties amidst the upper echelons, was enough to weigh heavily upon your shoulders. To mark its conclusion, the fiery-haired captain of Fleet 256, Belle-mere, suggested a modest gathering, a respite for camaraderie and a well-earned toast.

Sinking wearily onto one of the wooden crates repurposed for seating, you allowed a sigh of relief to escape. The robust crash of waves reverberated from the distant coast, harmonizing with the cries of seagulls soaring toward the fiery embrace of the setting sun.

A wistful smile touched your lips as you inhaled the salty air, the azure scarf of your uniform fluttering briefly before settling. "This week has truly been a trial. The serenity of this evening is a gift we've surely earned."

"You speak the truth," chimed Smoker, his expression tinged with both fatigue and annoyance. The young man ignited his cigar with a subtle click, releasing a billowing plume of smoke that danced languidly from his lips, his gaze fixed upon the seemingly endless expanse of the sea.

"Indeed, Smoker. Yet even as we relish this respite, we can't escape the prospect of more challenges," you acknowledged, a wry smile gracing your lips. Fuchsia locks cascaded as Belle-mere brushed them behind her ear, her laughter a buoyant counterpoint to the tensions lurking beneath the surface.

Smoker's irritation simmered just beneath the surface, manifesting in a terse retort. "Captain, we can hardly afford to lower our vigilance. Tsuru herself has forewarned us of a looming influx of these 'idiot rookies' onto our bounty lists."

Belle-mere's laughter persisted, a melodic echo that painted her amusement across her features. "Oh, Smoker, my dear lieutenant, do not let your disposition darken this delightful gathering. Pirates they may be, but our endeavors would lack purpose without these 'idiot rookies.' Let's savor this moment, shall we?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Smoker's disgruntled demeanor, a camaraderie of shared exasperation binding your trio. With a casual wave, you attempted to downplay the workload disparity between you and the exasperated lieutenant, fully aware that the influx of bounties was only part of the equation. The truth simmered beneath the surface, a hidden layer that painted your every interaction with Rosinante with a layer of intrigue and passion.

A seemingly innocent evening of evaluating new pirate wanted posters takes an unexpected turn when your aloof and carefree boyfriend, Donquixote Rosinante, succumbs to jealousy over a particular poster. As tensions rise, revealing his fiercely possessive nature, you find yourself entangled in a passionate and unpredictable rendezvous. Little did you know, the chosen poster would lead to a revelation about Rosinante's estranged brother, Donquixote Doflamingo. Amidst the chaos of burgeoning pirate bounties, your connection with Rosinante deepens into a passionate blaze that neither of you can deny.

A seemingly innocent evening of evaluating new pirate wanted posters takes an unexpected turn when your aloof and carefree boyfriend, Donquixote Rosinante, succumbs to jealousy over a particular poster. As tensions rise, revealing his fiercely possessive nature, you find yourself entangled in a passionate and unpredictable rendezvous. Little did you know, the chosen poster would lead to a revelation about Rosinante's estranged brother, Donquixote Doflamingo. Amidst the chaos of burgeoning pirate bounties, your connection with Rosinante deepens into a passionate blaze that neither of you can deny.

You brushed her off with a waving hand, trying not to fall Smoker in hthe back. After all, he had a point. The amount of work you had to do was skyrocketing way above the amount you could handle alone. Though, there was one other reason for this, besides the insane number of new bounties being issued.

“Even if you were right - which you are not - you can’t rely on an honest answer from y/n this time, Belle-mere. After all, she’s working her ass off to comply with Rosinante’s paperwork as well, especially after Monday,” Smoker spoke into his cigar, a smile broadening on his strong features as he seemed to remember that incident.

After all, how could he not know? Hell, you might even guess that Sengoku himself knew about it. Who else could it have been but the clumsy fleet commander Donquixote Rosinante to set his paperwork on fire after lighting himself a cigarette in his office?

You cringed a bit, remembering the horrific scene you walked into. You only wanted to tell your boyfriend that you wanted to finish your shift when you saw him casually smoking near his office window, a flame licking the cotton material of his commander's coat. He didn't realize that the fire had also spread to the fresh paperwork he had just finished.

Luckily, a nearby cadet was carrying a bucket of water, allowing you to extinguish the fire quickly. Though you were relieved that your aloof boyfriend didn't get burned, his paperwork was a case for the trash, resulting in your current paperwork situation.

You didn’t mind this too much, as you were already used to your boyfriend’s clumsy nature. Always having been very efficient and fast working with paperwork, you really were, as Rosinante would say, “his personal angel sent from above.” But this efficiency also came at a cost. That being…

“Ah, let me guess!” Belle-mere clapped her hands cheerfully, pointing her index finger knowingly at you. “You prohibited him from doing his own paperwork after he lit it on fire last time.”

“Yeah, you got me,” you grimaced, feeling a bit embarrassed about being found out.

“Well, that’s Rosinante and y/n for you,” Smoker affirmed with crossed arms in front of his chest, puffing his cigar once again. “This guy can be so lucky that you cover up his slip-ups all the time. If I didn't know that he’s a beast on the battlefield, I would really wonder how he made it to fleet commander at such a young age.”

You chuckled at Smoker's comment. After all, you didn't believe it yourself when you first met him, as he tripped over his own feet while introducing himself as your new supervisor.

At first, you thought his general clumsiness was a crude joke or the admirals themselves testing your patience. But with time, his casual slip-ups became routine. Working around and with them became like second nature to you, even allowing you to predict some of them by a hunch, saving Rosinante and you a lot of headaches.

“Yeah, but I guess that’s his charming point, right y/n?” Your train of thought was interrupted by Belle-mere smirking at you. The young captain spoke with certainty in her voice, a knowing smile on her lips. It was her, after all, that you had first confided in about your feelings for the tall fleet commander. Not wanting to damage your professional relationship as his lieutenant, you had desperately asked her for advice.

“Well, it’s not only that, but you have a point there.” Slightly embarrassed, you crossed your legs and coyly scratched your cheek. Smoker rolled his eyes. You and Belle-mere knew that it was more of a facade than any mean-spirited intention on his part.

It was Smoker, after all, who told you to just “get on with it and tell Rosinante your feelings,” because “he surely feels something for you.” He casually dropped the fact that the fleet commander had supposedly confided in him as well.

“Speaking of which…” Smoker looked toward the entrance of the tower you were resting on. “Where in the devil's name is that guy? I thought he wanted to celebrate with us. It’s late, even for him!” His cool gaze focused on the watch on his left arm.

“Probably held up by Sengoku again,” you mused, one of your hands playing with some strands of hair as your thoughts drifted.

“Though he said he wouldn't mind if we started our little party without him, so I guess…” you began, but were cut off by a grinning Belle-mere, suddenly springing up from the box she was sitting on and holding a big bottle of wine victoriously toward the sky. “Then let’s get this party started!”

And with that, a big plop resounded near you, the red-haired marine shooting the cork of the bottle high into the sky. While Smoker just sighed in defeat, he distributed some glasses he had taken from the kitchen among your group.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds, and the red luscious liquid was filling your glasses, the sweet smell of wine intruding your nose even from a distance.

“Cheers to us, for living through this hellish week!” Smoker proclaimed, raising his glass. You and Belle-mere quickly followed suit, clinking your glasses together in the midst of your small group.

This would be a good evening; you could just feel it!

"So, how's everything up on cloud nine?" Belle-mere refilled her glass, her curiosity evident in her gaze. You were just one round into your small after-work celebration when the red-haired marine posed the sudden question. Meanwhile, Smoker was engrossed in trying to light a new cigar with a nearly empty lighter.

"You're way too nosy, Belle-mere!" you sighed, taking another sip of wine. "One day, that nosiness of yours is going to get you in trouble."

Chuckling, you set your beverage on the wooden surface beside you. "Hey, I'm just curious to know if my matchmaking efforts have borne fruit, you know? It was Smoker and me who helped you and Rosinante get your act together, remember?"

With that, she produced her own lighter from her captain's coat, lit a cigarette for herself, and then tossed the lighter to Smoker, clearly exasperated by his struggles to light his cigar. "Here, catch."

"Thanks. I thought I'd have to fetch a new one from my cabin," the white-haired man said, catching the lighter and putting it to use. He let out a contented sigh as he took the first drag from his freshly lit cigar.

You shook your head thoughtfully, wondering how you had ended up surrounded by so many nicotine enthusiasts, before turning your attention to Belle-mere's question. "Nothing much has changed, really. Just the usual, you know."

"Hmm. Somehow, I find that hard to believe," the woman to your left remarked, taking another sip of her drink. A mischievous grin appeared on her face moments later.

Oh no, what's she up to now? You thought, a sinking feeling settling in.

"Or perhaps that's exactly the case?" She raised an eyebrow and giggled. "Hey, Smoker! Do you think Rosinante is as clumsy in bed as he is on duty?"

"Belle-mere!" Smoker's alarmed expression turned even redder, and you couldn't quite tell whether it was due to the alcohol or embarrassment.

"I just want to make sure she's not left disappointed, you know? With that Silence Silence Fruit of his, it must be hard to tell what's happening!" Belle-mere exclaimed, causing Smoker's embarrassment to deepen. He muttered an embarrassed "Could you cut it out?"

You, on the other hand, let out a resigned sigh, bringing a hand to your forehead. You knew all too well that Belle-mere had a tendency to be overly intrusive at times.

"Well, I wouldn't put it that way. He's a bit clumsy, yes, but it usually doesn't get in the way," you responded, your cheeks warming at the memory of your recent intimate moments with Rosinante. While his clumsiness did manifest even in those moments, it often led to playful domination and teasing between you two.

"That makes me wonder about the logistics, though..." Belle-mere continued with a mischievous grin. "I mean, Rosinante is pretty tall... Even for a grown man, he must be..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Smoker intervened. "Can we please change the subject?"

Clearly annoyed, Smoker pinched the bridge of his nose, urging Belle-mere to rein in her questions. You, however, couldn't help but laugh at the situation, silently thanking Smoker for interrupting Belle-mere's probing.

"How about you come up with a new topic, then?" Belle-mere challenged him, her grin undeterred. Smoker surprised her by pulling a collection of papers from his hunter's jacket.

"What's this?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued as Smoker tossed the bundle onto the wooden box that served as your makeshift table.

"Oh! Would you look at that." Belle-mere exclaimed, taking a few of the brown papers in her hand and examining them closely. "Wanted posters!" Excited, you also peered at the papers, scanning them with great interest.

"And they're new ones, too." Smoker took a deep drag from his cigar, letting it rest in the corner of his mouth before balancing it between his index and middle finger, allowing gray smoke to waft from the tip. "No wonder we're swamped with work lately. The number of rookies popping up is no joke, and the bounties are nothing to scoff at either, especially in the New World."

"Ohhoo!" Belle-mere let out a hearty chuckle as she plucked one poster from the stack she held. "Well, well, well. What do we have here!" She turned the wanted poster toward your group, her slender finger pointing to it. "Now that's an attractive one."

You examined the image closely, revealing a portrait of a young, dark-skinned woman with sly green eyes and black wavy hair. She was dressed in a white ribbon blouse and long black pants, holding a short dagger defensively in her hand.

"And?" Smoker raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "She's just a small fry. What's so special about her? Her bounty won't even buy you enough cigarettes for a month."

Belle-mere rolled her eyes and took another drag from her cigarette. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh at Smoker's reaction. Despite his tough exterior, he could be quite dense at times. "What?" he snapped, clearly irritated by your laughter.

"I mean as a crush, Smoker," Belle-mere explained, tapping the wanted poster of the tanned pirate again. "A real looker, don't you think, Smoker?" She grinned, fully aware that this would make Smoker blush to the tips of his ears once more.

"Dammit, Belle-mere!" he hissed, his cigar nearly slipping from his mouth due to embarrassment. "You're impossible, Lieutenant!" she chuckled, her cheeks flushed from the effects of alcohol, which seemed to be loosening her up even more than usual.

"I'm not!" he declared defensively, taking an annoyed sip of his wine.

"Oh, you definitely are!" she retorted, causing you to burst into even more laughter.

"I'm not!" he insisted once more. "Then prove it." A charged silence followed Belle-mere's challenge. Only the cries of seagulls and your laughter filled the air.

Amused gray eyes locked onto irritated brown ones before Smoker delved back into the stack of wanted posters. Grumbling in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, he rifled through the pages before finally selecting one and thrusting it toward Belle-mere. "Satisfied?"

"For real now?!" Belle-mere burst into genuine laughter. "Nico Olivia? Smoker, she's like ten years older than you."

"Oh, quit it, Belle-mere! I'm not playing along with your antics." With arms crossed, Smoker averted his gaze from Belle-mere, directing his attention toward you. "And what about you?" He gestured toward the posters.

"Me?" you looked at him quizzically. "Yeah, who would you go for? And don't give me that 'But I have Rosinante' excuse. It's a hypothetical game, and we all know he couldn't care less about it." Smoker explained, raising his voice a bit on the "But I have Rosinante" part, mimicking your tone.

"Oh, now it's getting interesting." Belle-mere stubbed her cigarette on the ground, her curiosity now fully focused on you. However, her attention soon shifted to someone behind you, and she waved her hand in greeting.

"Hello there. Looks like I just missed out. Sorry about that!" A deep, resonant voice cut through the conversation, announcing the arrival of your boyfriend and the fleet commander of the Marine headquarters, Donquixote Rosinante himself.

"Rosi!" A bright smile spread across your face as you turned around to greet the tall man making his way toward your group. Still donning his fleet commander uniform, his white cloak draped over broad shoulders swayed gently in the evening breeze, framing his figure elegantly.

The last rays of sunlight illuminated his golden hair and strong features beautifully. With joy at his arrival, you stood up and welcomed your tall lover with a hug. He tenderly brushed aside your hair, revealing your forehead for a soft kiss.

"Hello, love," he murmured, his affectionate dark red eyes meeting your own, contrasting vividly against the marine blue dress shirt he wore under his coat. Giggling in return, you led him to join your small gathering, settling beside him on another wooden box.

"Hi, Rosinante! Took you long enough!" Belle-mere greeted him with an amused grin. Smoker, on the other hand, simply nodded in acknowledgment before taking another puff from his cigar. "My apologies. The meeting with Sengoku ran longer than anticipated," Rosinante replied, pulling a cigarette from his coat and igniting it with a metal lighter.

The one you had gifted him for his birthday, you noted to yourself, pleased that Rosinante used it almost ritualistically whenever he took a smoke.

"So, what's the topic of discussion?" Rosinante inquired with interest, looking around the group with a smile. "Well, you see... we were just wrapping up this little game!" Belle-mere answered, waving her hand dismissively. "Oh, really? The famous wanted poster game everyone's been talking about?" he chuckled knowingly.

"Huh?" Belle-mere appeared incredulous. "Even Sengoku knows about this, you know. Be careful playing this game with the new cadets. They gossip quite a bit," Rosinante grinned, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

Caught the young captain's sighs, earning a hearty laugh from Smoker. "Serves you right!"

"So, who did you choose?" Rosinante's eyes turned to you with interest, clearly uninterested in the game but curious about your answer.

"Well, actually, it was just my turn. But now that you're here, you could tell us about your meeting with Sengoku!" you suggested, wanting to shift the focus away from the game and onto a more comfortable topic for your boyfriend. You knew he didn't care about the game, and you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.

"Ah, don't mind me." Rosinante waved off your suggestion, taking another drag from his cigarette. "The old man just gave me a lecture about the incident on Monday after he saw the burn marks in my office." He scratched the back of his neck, a little embarrassed, before encouraging you to continue with a smile. "Besides, I don't think these two will let you off the hook."

He gestured towards Smoker and Belle-mere, who were looking at you expectantly. Belle-mere was already pushing the stack of wanted posters into your hand, while Smoker declared loudly, "Nice try, y/n, but you won't get out of this."

With a defeated sigh, you hesitated for a moment, looking reassuringly at Rosinante, who grinned back at you. Finally, you took the wanted posters from Belle-mere. Slowly, you examined the pages until...

"You're not buying new furniture, y/n. Choose one. Now." Smoker's abrupt comment snapped you out of your contemplation. Clearly, Belle-mere's teasing about him being a prude had affected his ego, or maybe he just wanted to bring an end to the silly game. Understandably so.

"Sure, just give me a sec! I mean, there are a lot of new wanted..." You stopped mid-sentence, utterly speechless as you laid your eyes on him. You had to look at the poster again, closely studying the man's features portrayed in front of you. Belle-mere and Smoker exchanged knowing glances, while Rosinante gazed at the horizon, lost in the enjoyment of his cigarette.

The man had light, slicked-back blond hair, and his lean, muscular body with tan skin caught your attention. Two earrings adorned his ears, and he grinned at you with a mischievous smile. His flamboyant clothing and a gaudy pink feather coat over his shoulders gave him a rather eccentric appearance.

"Hmm, cat got your tongue?" Belle-mere leaned in closer, studying the poster in your hands. She appeared momentarily stunned before snatching the poster away and thrusting it into Smoker's face, who accepted it with a hint of annoyance. "Ugh, what's your deal, Belle-mere?"

Smoker burst into shamelessly amused laughter almost instantly, the sound deep and rich from his smoke-affected throat. "You're joking, right?" He slapped his knee, turning his amused gaze to you, while Belle-mere wiped away a tear of laughter from her eye. "Told you, Smoker, our y/n always has a good sense of humor!"

"What do you mean?" you responded, feeling a bit embarrassed by their reaction. "I mean, yeah, the coat is way too tacky, but he looks good..." you mumbled under your breath, looking away from your friends.

Belle-mere chuckled, appearing to confide in your boyfriend about your choice. However, before she could continue, you interrupted with determination, "That's not a joke!"

You snatched the poster back from Belle-mere, pointing at the man's image once more and beginning to defend your choice. "I know the pink feather coat is tacky, but objectively speaking, he looks good—"

Your sentence was abruptly cut short as you felt Rosinante tense up beside you. His gaze darkened, and he tried to grab the poster from your hand, but his attempt went awry, causing him to fall backward over the wooden box he had been seated on.

A loud crash filled the air as he landed on his back, and despite their best efforts, Belle-mere and Smoker couldn't contain their laughter, which was amplified by the alcohol in their systems.

You rushed to Rosinante's side, helping him stand up and brushing dirt off his white dress pants. He sulked slightly before patting your hand and murmuring a quiet "Thank you." His eyes briefly glanced at the wanted poster on the table before he suddenly excused himself, claiming that he had left his office door open. With swift motions, he turned on his heels and left the tower.

You stood there, dumbfounded, as your friends were also left speechless by the commander's abrupt departure. Smoker broke the silence, looking at you knowingly. "Well, that was to be expected. Somehow."

"What do you mean?" you asked, utterly bewildered.

"Didn't you think he would react like this? You, gushing over his brother, I mean."

"His what now?" Your mouth hung open, and you looked even more stunned than before.

"His brother, dumbass," Smoker replied, puffing on his cigar and fixing you with a deadpan stare. "The yaksha of Dressrosa, Donquixote Doflamingo."

It felt as if your soul was leaving your body in that moment. The revelation hit you like a ton of bricks. You knew that the dethronement of the Tyrant King Riku, the former ruler of Dressrosa, had been a brutal and bloody affair, but you could never have imagined that the man depicted on the wanted poster was the liberator in the midst of that chaos and, shockingly, Rosinante's own brother.

For a brief second, Smoker observed your stunned silence, then he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated huff. "Please don't tell me you didn't know... My god, you two really are a bunch of idiots."

"H-How should I know? He never told me he had a brother. I only knew he got adopted by Sengoku. We never discussed much about his childhood," you retorted, irritation lacing your voice.

"Then fix this. Now." Smoker's tone was firm, and he gestured for you to go after the fleet commander.

Without wasting any time, you turned on your heels and left the two marines behind, rushing after Rosinante as fast as you could. His tall figure had already given him a head start, but you were determined to catch up. As you hurried towards his room, you silently prayed that this misunderstanding could be cleared up quickly. Little did you know, your innocent comment had triggered a storm of emotions within the fleet commander, and you were about to confront a truth that would shake the foundation of your relationship.

You rushed down the stairs of the west building of the Marine Headquarters, heading towards the commanders' sleeping quarters, hoping to find Rosinante there. However, your hope was dashed when you knocked on his door and realized it was locked. "The office," you thought to yourself, deciding to check there instead. As you made your way through the clean, white corridors of the headquarters, you mentally prepared for the conversation that was about to unfold.

Arriving at his office, you cleared your throat and reached for the doorknob, only to find it locked as well. Confused, you turned away from the door, contemplating where else Rosinante could have gone. Just as you were about to consider your options, the door suddenly clicked open behind you. Startled, you turned around to see the door swing open, and a pair of strong hands pulled you inside before closing the door behind you.

You gasped in surprise as you were pressed against a tall, looming figure from behind. The familiar scents of cotton and tobacco enveloped you, confirming that it was indeed your lover, Rosinante. Nervously, you attempted to turn around to face him, but his firm grip prevented you from moving.

"I'm sorry, love. I never told you, right? About my rogue brother…" Rosinante's voice was deep and filled with a mix of emotions. You gulped, feeling a rush of emotions yourself.

"N-No, but—" you started, only to be interrupted as his arms tightened around you.

"I should have known this would catch up to clumsy old me someday… But this is the worst way possible," he chuckled bitterly, his breath brushing against your neck.

"Rosi, I'm so sorry," you whispered, your fingers gently tracing over his hands, which were marked with small scars from battles he had fought.

"You're not at fault here… I should have told you sooner about all of this," he sighed, his tone heavy. He leaned a bit closer to you, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he tried to compensate for the height difference between you. "Guess you really have a type, huh?"

"Rosi!" Your irritation bubbled up, but it quickly dissipated as you saw the troubled expression on his face. Concerned, you turned toward him, still held in his embrace. An unexpected thought crossed your mind, and you blurted it out without thinking, "Are you jealous, Rosi?"

His reaction was instantaneous, and he shifted uncomfortably, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. He avoided your gaze, his blonde locks partially obscuring his eyes. "Rosi?!" you urged, your hands resting on his chest as you waited for an answer. The silence spoke volumes.

Finally, after a tense moment, he spoke, his grip on you tightening. "And what if?"

You sighed, your fingers curling around his black necktie as you gently pulled his head closer to yours. A soft smile graced your lips, and you tenderly cupped his jaw, your eyes widening as you whispered to him, "Then I'm going to prove to you that there's no need to be jealous of that tacky flamingo. Tonight, I'm all yours, fleet commander."

His resolve seemed to solidify at your words, and he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you over to his desk. You opened your mouth to warn him about his paperwork, but it was too late – he had already cleared the surface and set you down, caging you between his towering form.

"Hope you're sure about this, love. Because I don't intend to use my Devil Fruit. By the end of this, I want the entire headquarters to know that you're mine," he declared, his hands starting to explore your body as his lips found yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. It was a passionate embrace, a declaration of his love and possessiveness, and as your worlds collided, you knew that tonight would be a night neither of you would ever forget.

It doesn´t take long for both of you to free yourself from the clothing obscuring the way to each other’s more sensitive parts. Rosinantes commander coat has been thrown on the floor, the blue dress shirt he wore underneath slid off his scarred torso to make room for you´re hungry hands, roaming his defined muscles. You´re on the other hand have been completely stripped of your lieutenant uniform, residing on the fleet commanders’ desk only in your panties.

Big, calloused hands stroke along your curves, taking in every inch of your beautiful body. You gasp when the tall blond man grips your thighs, catching you in a heated kiss, tongues intertwining, dancing for dominance over each other, a game you two fought with great pleasure.

Due to his clumsiness, you usually led Rosinante and yourself through sex, especially after he nearly crushed you under him this one time, losing his hold on the bed head, trying to balance himself out while fucking you senseless. But this time was different, because even though it was a passion of yours to get atop of Rosinante and dominate the fuck out of him, this night you wanted to give yourself fully to the gentle giant, able to roam over your body as he desired.

It´s for this sole reason, you slowly retreat your own tongue, making more room for Rosinantes. It doesn´t even take him a second to slip between your lips, dominating the kiss passionately. A loud gasp escapes you in between, him groaning appreciatively in response, as he wraps his arms around your form, holding your two bodies close.

Soft small hands glide over his chest, appreciating every corner of his upper body, stopping at the commanders’ pink nipples, stroking carefully over them, before giving one of them an experimental tug. A content moan escapes from Rosinantes lips, breaking off the kiss due to the immense pleasure. With flushed red cheeks he looks at you, brows furrowed, all the while biting his lip.

You soak in the gaze offered to you, incredibly turned on by Rosinante’s reaction. “That´s no fair, love. You said you´d give all of yourself to me tonight. If you don’t behave, I´ll need to do something about that, you know?” He huffs, grabbing your hands and pushing them over your head, holding them over your head. You chuckle at that, suddenly gasping out in arousal when he bites into your neck, long tongue dragging along your neck and peppering it with kisses.

You groaned loudly. Even though you were a bit unused to the way of submission, you couldn´t deny the fact that Rosinante did a good job in getting you riled up like this. And apparently himself too, concerning the growing bulge in his pants, pressing itself hotly to your upper thigh.

Hands obscured by Rosinantes firm grip on them, you wrap your legs around his hip, pressing his hard one firmly to your core, the friction between you two making you and your lover gasping in union, heat pooling in between your legs. In response to your assault, Rosinante grinds himself further against you, kissing you once more heatedly on the lips before leaving your hands all of a sudden to open his black leather belt.

Just as you wanted to move your hands to his abdomen, helping Rosinante in the process of getting rid of his definitely way too tight pants, the blonde catches your hands again, wrapping the black leather quickly around them and pushing them gently back over your head. “R-Rosi?!” you yelp, surprised at the foreign restraints.

“Hush now. Told you I´ll bring out some bigger guns if you continue trying to switch with me. Just tell me when it gets too much, kay, love?” he grins cheekily at you showing some of his straight teeth, a small blush residing on his skin, the use of restraints on you being a first from him, though definitely not the other way around.

 Demandingly, Rosinantes long fingers glide from your chest over your belly, circling your hips before slipping them between your thighs. Experimentally, he dips one of his fingers inside your wet cunt, making you moan his name in reaction.

“A bit eager, aren´t we?” he chuckles, a sly smile spreading on his lips. “Tell me, did the thought of fucking my brother make you so riled up?”

“R-Rosi!” you look horrified at him. “What? If I´m wrong you could just correct me, you know, love?” he growls deeply, one hand digging carefully into your plush thighs, “Or maybe one guy is just not enough for you pretty little thing?” he muses again, one finger curling deliciously inside you “That´s not true!” you cry out, heavily embarrassed by Rosinantes sudden dirty talk. “Then tell me.” Red eyes lock with your own e/c ones, flushing uncontrollably as he whispers to you demandingly, “Tell me that you only need me, my sweet little lieutenant.”

“Of course, I just want you! It´s always been you. Only you Rosi!” you plead with him, squirming under his touch, the black leather belt pressing your wrists still flush over your head. “A content hum erupts from him, a second finger soon joining his first inside you, slowly loosing you up for himself.

You moan with pleasure, the marine’s name spilling from your lips, as he fingerfucks you on his big wooden desk. “Look at you, love, so happily bouncing on my fingers. Can´t wait to fill you up.” He whispers into your ear, tongue lolling out of his mouth, slowly licking the shell of your ear. You gasp in surprise, the sensations making your mind hazier by the second.

“Feels so good, Rosi….Want you inside me” you mumble under hitched breath, hips rocking steadily against his fingers.  “Sorry love, but we need to loosen you up some more. Don'twant you to get hurt, kay?” the blonde purrs, a third finger entering you painfully slowly. “T-Then at least let me cum!” you pant, the delicious stretch of your boyfriends’ fingers making the heat in your core nearly unbearable.

“As you wish, love.” And with that he plants a kiss on your forehead, applying some pressure on your clit with another digit, massaging it skillfully. Cries of pleasure erupt from your throat, as the pressure in your core reaches a new high, the stretch inside you feeling oh so deliciously and finally reaching it´s peak when Rosinante asks you with his deep baritone voice “Think you can cum for me, love?”.

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, crushing you underneath it, making you gasp for air while wetness pools from your core, drenching Rosinantes fingers with your juices.

“Oh? Is that all for me? How sweet of you.” He nudges his nose to yours, a loving smile on his lips, as he pulls his fingers out of you. Normally the wet noise of his fingers leaving your plush folds would have made you cringe, if your concentration wouldn´t be on Rosinante who licked his slick coated fingers deliciously, savoring the taste of your sweet release with his tongue. “You taste so good, y/n. Really wouldn´t mind getting more of this.” The fleet commander looked at you longingly, the obvious bulge in his pants twitching at the thought of tasting you some more. “But under the circumstances of tonight, this will have to wait until next time.”

And with that, your tall lover slowly glides his hands along the rim of his pants, not breaking eye contact with you all the while freeing his member from its suffocating prison, a relived sigh escaping his lips as it springs free from its constraints. A small moan leaves your mouth, as your gaze drifts down to his stupidly big dick, pink tip glistening angrily at you with pre-cum. Even though you were already used to this view and definitely not dumbfounded as you were at your first time with Rosinante, it was always a bit surprising, seeing him in all his glory.

“Cat got your tongue this time as well?” With a knowing smile, he positions himself near your entrance, chuckling over your reaction. “It´s not my fault you have this stupidly big dick, Rosi!” you reply bratty, opening your legs complyingly for him.

Gently he palms your cheek, “Are you ready?” With a needy “yes” you press yourself against his tip, your wet fold greeting his leaking tip greedily as he pushes himself carefully inside you.

“A-Ah! Fuck!” you mewl loudly, his dick stretching you out as you should´ve expected. “God….y/n, your so wet, love.” Rosinantes breath hitches, as he buries himself deeper inside you, checks flushed from the way your wall clench around him. “G-Go on! Please!” you groan desperately, rocking your hips against those of your lovers. You as well as him knew that you could never take him whole without hurting yourself in the process, nevertheless that didn´t stop you from urging him to fill you as much as you could stomach, loving the way he felt oh so deep inside you.

“You´re really trying to kill me here, love” A deep groan escapes the blonde, sheeted deeply inside you, walls clenching snug around him. With a firm grip on your hips, he pulls himself out of you, before entering you torturing slowly again, trying for a few experimental thrusts before setting for a slow steady pace inside you, that makes your toes curl deliciously, while your wrist fight against uselessly against your restraints.

“F-Faster and Harder Rosi!” you gasp wantonly, your lover responding immediately to you, picking up his pace, while holding you in place, his dick pounding your wet cunt relentlessly. “You´re awfully desperate today, love.” Rosinante huffs with a smile, sheeting himself a bit out of you before angling one of your legs a bit into the air.

“I wouldn´t if you hadn´t riled me up so much.” you retort back, crying out in pleasure when the blonde sheets himself back inside you, penetrating an especially sensitive spot. “Well, then I hope you are prepared for what you´re asking, because I don´t intend on stopping now.” And with that, Rosinante starts to pound your desperate cunt at an insane speed, fucking you senseless into his work desk.

“Y-You take me so well, y/n…” Rosinantes baritione voice resounds near your ears, as he lays his torso a bit more over you, applying more pressure on your abdomen, his only answer being a bunch of mewled out versions of his name, before you can huff out a desperate “Belt!”, making him stop for a brief second unhooking your restraints from tired wrists. Carefully, he kisses each of them, before draping your arms over his broad shoulders and telling you to hold tightly onto him.

A moment later you´re hoisted up into the air, clinging onto the firm scarred muscles of your lover, while his hands firmly grip your thighs from underneath, raising you a bit more into the air with his strong forearms before plunging his massive cock back inside you, hitting you´re cervix with each new thrust. You cry out in pleasure at the new angle, nails digging into his scarred neck, as his tip penetrates deep inside you.

“Oh, god, don´t stop Rosi. Don´t you dare stop!” you cuss at him. “Didn´t plan to.” He retorts, full concentration on gripping you tightly, as not to hurt you accidentally. Burrowing his head inside your neck, he inhales your scents, the pheromones you release making his mind go even more hazy. “You like it when I fuck you like this, love?” he clenches his teeth, his release seemingly close. “Love it!” you reply shakily,  close to your second orgasm this night.

At this, Rosinante bites sweetly into the nape of your neck, definitely leaving a hickey there, but right now you couldn´t care less. That would be a problem for later. At this moment, you just wanted to cum on your boyfriend’s dick, milking him dry of his own sweet release. “I´m so close…” you gasp at an especially rough thrust on your boyfriend’s site, nails digging deep into his back, as you clench tightly around him.

“Just let loose, love. Wanna feel you cum on me.” It doesn´t cost more than those sweet words of your lover and Rosinante rutting himself deep inside you, to bring you over the edge, making you see stars for the second time of the night.

Your orgasm hits you hard, and Rosinantes follows swiftly, as you´re walls contract around his cock, milking him dry of his own release the only sound being the groans of you and your lover, rasping each other’s name, sweaty bodies gluing to each other, as you come down from your highs.

With a soft kiss, Rosinante hives you back onto the ground, carefully not to hurt you as he helps you stand on your wobbly legs, getting dressed, before putting his uniform back on himself. Gentle fingers comb your h/c locks, as he pulls you into a warm embrace, whispering to you „I love you so much y/n.”

You reply with a tired smile. “I love you too, my Corazon!” you grin at him, nuzzling yourself more into his chest sleepily. The tall man blushes at the new nickname, grinning happily only a brief moment later as he hoisted you up to carry you to your room, absolutely loving how it sounds from your lips.

As he exited his office, a small smile resigna on his lips.

Corazon, huh?

He could get used to that.

But before that, he would tell you everything about his past. This time from start to finish.

And as much as the thought of reliving his repressed memories with Doffy already pained him deep inside his heart, he knew that you were the right person to share them with.

After all, you already cured his jealous heart.

[ronaroze]

I guess, I see a new trend among the newcomers to the Alliance. Law and Drake have in common: both appeared in Minion Island when the Birdcage happened. And both have been brought up by marine/ex-marine. And now… could it come that Kid is Bell-mere’s son, who hid in the woods while Doffy and Kora-san had their showdown? 🤔


I wouldn’t be in the least surprised 😅

[swampstew]

Day 4 ~ Pin Up Photo Exchange - Multiple character HCs

CW: Suggestive Content

Wears the classic black bikini lingerie: Smoothie, Kuina, Portgas D. Rouge, Bell-mere, Miss Monday, Koala, Tsuru

Those that go for a Victorian bustier set: Perona, Hina, Doll, Ikkaku, Brûlée, Ulti

Elegant ladies slaying a red chemise slip: Alvida, Big Mom(to ‘persuade’ her husbands to consummate marriage), Robin, Hiyori, Makino, Kiku

Babes that go full nude: Kureha, Black Maria, Belo Betty, Boa Hancock, Lola, Chiffon, Catarina Devon

Men that wear monotone briefs: Sir Crocodile, Mihawk, Monkey D. Dragon, Basil Hawkins, X Drake, King, Bege, Kinemon

Pirate hotties who frame small jockstraps over their groins: Law, Sabo, Bon Clay, Cavendish, Sanji, Shanks, Franky (don’t fix what’s not broken my dudes), Izou

Laid back boys in boxers: Heat, Haikei, Usopp, Jack, Ace, Yamato, Marco, Rayleigh, Gol D. Roger

Buffy babes in the nude: Killer, Smoker, Bartolomeo, Wire, Zoro, Luffy, Katakuri, Oden, Corazon (tripped while putting on his jockstrap to join Law and ended up in this section)

People that don’t participate in any manner and expect to receive the photos anyways: Kid, Brook, Page One, Buggy, Doflamingo, Apoo, Gecko Moira, Garp, Sakazuki, Queen, Kaido, Blackbeard, Nami (pay up bitches)

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[an-au-blog]

Okay but imagine that Belle-mere was raising Koby in the he's her and Cora's son au and then the Arlong Pirates happened and then he went out fishing in secret and got snatched up by the Alivda pirates and he recognizes his big sister Nami but she doesn't recognize him immediately until he mentions a specific memory of them as kids

ooooh ok that complies very well with the canon timeline actually! Nice :D

I'd imagine that Koby wanted to become a marine like his mom and being a pirate felt like disappointing her lol

Maybe Nami would be more okay with joining Luffy after finding out he was the one who helped him. (Even though Nami would probably hate pirates even more since not only did they enslave the village but also kidnapped her baby brother)

[gendervapor14]

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

9. How do you find new fic to read?

10. How do you decide what to write?

(if not answered already), and 37 & 38! Fanfic ask meme❤️

ooh hello!! thank you for these!! i did answer #38, but i'll answer #37 for sure!

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

ooooo as a music nerd i love this question and i apologize for how longwinded my answer is XD i don't do many songfics or much song-related writing [*shoves the title of two fights for freedom under the rug*] but i do have a ton of playlists and songs that make me think of specific characters or fics. to answer this question, i'll just pick one called "Fever Dream" by Dirt Poor Robins. specifically the part starting just after the 4:00 minute mark. the lyrics make me go INSANE with this idea for a dark/horror dq bros fic where doflamingo realizes that corazon is just a false identity and he can't do anything to get his brother back and it drives him even more insane. these lyrics make me crazy Now here comes the liar (lion) Clawing at your door Drunk on the blood of your brother And he's back for more (apparently the lyric is actually "lion" rather than "liar", but i hear "liar" so therefore i declare it is "liar" for the sake of my own brainrot) imagine a fic where rosinante is the one psychologically tormenting doflamingo!! unsure if i'll ever get around to writing it, but it'd probably have a similar vibe to blood gone sour.

9. How do you find new fic to read?

i usually do a nightly prowl under the one piece fandom on ao3 and either filter by most recent fics with rosinante or bell-mere. otherwise i read recs that are bumped on discord servers, or stories friends write! i'm actually terrible at reading tho i don't read nearly enough. when i have free time, i usually use it to create.

10. How do you decide what to write?

excellent question. i make a list of priorities. sometimes it's disorganized lists on my phone, sometimes i use calendars. first and foremost are things with due dates, so zine work, or gifts for exchanges, birthdays or holidays. next i prioritize stories that are works in progress, but already posted on ao3. i hate having incomplete works posted on ao3, so i strive to get them wrapped up asap. then it's a rabid thunderdome of all my other wips and ideas all wrestling for victory for who gets to be created XD i'm constantly bursting with ideas i never get to work on, unfortunately.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

i'm gonna go ahead and promote spitfire and ice because i busted my ass on this for the crackpair event and i was actually really happy with the result? i was assigned makino x kuzan, so i threw bell-mere in there too just to shake things up, and then i fell madly in love with bell-mere x makino and their flirty banter. it captured my heart in a way i was NOT expecting. i guess the tags aren't particularly interesting to most, so it's relatively unknown with only 4 kudos and 31 hits. but look at this!! “Hey, I’ve gotta ask you something.” She leaned over the counter once Makino settled herself and refilled the pitcher for the next round. “Would I still be wanted here…after hours?” With a tight smile, Makino rested her hands over the tabletop. “We’re closed for customers after hours. I need some time to tidy up the place.” “Right, right…” Pretty gray eyes wandered. “But in this situation, I wouldn’t be a customer.” With an amused chuckle, Makino folded her arms over her stomach. “What do you want me to say, Miss Bell-mère? Do you want me to welcome you to my private quarters upstairs?” That exposed chest filled with air. “I wouldn’t be against an invitation.” smh. well, at least i'm proud of it!

ahhh sorry i got so rambly XD i had fun answering these! thank you so much for the questions!! here's the list if anyone else has a question, or wants to reblog it for themselves!

[imagineredwood]

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Pairing: EZ Reyes x Camila (OC)

Warnings: Sexual content

Word count: 4.1k

Translations: Qué te pasa, mi amor? = What’s wrong, [with you], my love?

***SInce yall seem to be a little thirsty lately, have some smutty, fluffy EZ and Cam❤️**

“He told her about Emily. Showed her a picture. He keeps sticking his nose into everything and he made her suspicious. So, I told her. Not everything, not specifics like that I took a deal or about the cartel, but she gets the basics. She knows that my hands are tied and that’s why he’s snooping around. She knows Em is my ex, but she doesn’t know about Miguel or the cartel or anything like that. I don’t want to drive her off, but I figured if I could tell her something it would settle her.”

Felipe nodded and stayed looking at his son.

“And did it?”

EZ nodded slightly, head tilting side to side after.

“For now. But how long until something else happens that confuses her even more? What about when something doesn’t make sense and she has to ask other questions? She doesn’t push, but every time I lie, I feel like she knows. She knows when I’m not giving her the full truth and her eyes get this look. How am I ever going to tell her the full truth?”

EZ made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a scoff and looked back over at his father.

“If you were me, what would you do?”

The question caught Felipe off guard and for a second he simply stared at his son before he looked down at his hands, thinking. He knew EZ was simply wondering in the sense of Felipe putting himself in EZ’s shoes. It may seem like a valid question since he didn’t know about Ignacio or Jose or the life that Felipe had once lived, the man that he was at EZ’s age. He didn’t know about the things he had seen, the things he had done. EZ and Felipe weren’t the same type of man and for every difference between them as father and son, there were ten more when it came to Ignacio. Felipe shook his head and looked back up at EZ.

“Doesn’t matter what I would do, mijo. What matters is you and what you feel is best. Sometimes doing the right thing, isn’t always the best thing.”

EZ nodded before looking down at his shoes and Felipe did the same, speaking again.

“I won’t tell you what to do, EZ. What I will say is that if you want a future with Camila, you need to focus on building that future the right way and leave everything that happened before you went inside in the past. Nothing good comes from having those worlds collide.”

EZ stayed sitting as the bell on the door of the carniceria rang, a customer walking in. Felipe stood and made his way over to them and EZ shook himself from his thoughts, waving at his father before exiting the shop. He made his way to his bike and hopped on, fastening his helmet to his head as he got lost in his thoughts again. He loved Camila and he wanted to build a future with her, but the very second he had pulled the trigger that night years ago, his future had taken a turn and been written for him. Now with Kevin and this deal, the worry and the guilt felt like they were never going to go away. He knew Camila was invested in him but what if the truth came out before he had a chance to tell her himself? What if he never got the balls to tell her the truth and things got so far that before long, the truth wasn’t an option anymore?

EZ sighed heavily, his hands feeling shaky with anxiety and worry and for the very first time since he had gotten with Camila, he wondered to himself if it had been a mistake. If he should have just minded his business and not pursued her, not brought her into this clusterfuck that was his life. She would have been much better off. He could always break up with her, tell her that he wasn’t feeling it anymore, that it wasn’t what he thought it would be, but the mere thought of that made his heart hurt. The thought of not seeing her smile, not hearing that giggle she gave when he kissed the tip of her nose, not having her love and warmth pained him and he took a deep breath, willing himself to settle down. Camila was the only surefire thing in his life at the moment, the only thing that he knew he could really count on and he wasn’t ever going to throw that away. Reaching into his kutte, he pulled out his phone and called her, holding the phone up to his ear. He waited as it rang, and it wasn’t until he heard her voice that he realized he was holding his breath.

“Hola, mi Corazon.”

EZ blew out a soft breath and felt his lips curve up almost involuntarily.

“Hey, Cam.”

He cleared his throat as he could hear the gravel in his own voice.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”

Camila nodded on her end, but her brows were knitted, able to tell that something was clearly off with him.

“What’s wrong, EZ?”

The prospect chuckled on his end, her caring nature able to tell so quickly.

“I’m just stressed.”

“About the club?”

EZ shook his head to himself and then looked down, running his finger absentmindedly over the paint of his bike.

“No, just…”

He trailed off and Camila picked it back up.

“I’m at home. Come by, if you can. Have a cup of coffee with me or just sit with me for a little while. You can help me decide what to wear for El Padrino’s event.”

EZ smiled and felt his anxiety already starting to settle some. They’d only been together for a little over 6 months and yet Camila had him figured out already. She offered him her comfort and love in such a way that never made him feel weak. She read him easily as if she had known him her whole life and for that, EZ was thankful.

“I’ll be there in a little bit, querida.”

Camila sighed happily on her end, not liking to hear him worried.

“I’ll be waiting. I love you.”

EZ smiled and felt giddy, still getting used to hearing her say those words.

“I love you too, Cam.”

They hung up and EZ put his phone away, tucking it away back into his kutte before starting up his bike and rolling his shoulders, setting off to go see his girl.

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Camila opened the door just in time to find EZ standing there, fist raised prepared to knock. She smiled as soon as she saw him followed by a pout as she saw the exhaustion on his face. She reached forward on instinct, taking his face in her hands and brought his lips to hers, kissing him softly then pulling away to look up at him.

“Qué te pasa, mi amor?”

EZ sighed and so did she, releasing his face in exchange for grabbing his hand and leading him into her home. They walked together until they were at her couch and EZ sat first, spreading his legs open and holding his hands out to her which she took with a smile. She allowed him to pull her into his lap and settled there, throwing her arms around his neck and holding him to her. He turned his head to the side and rested his cheek on her chest, wrapping his arms around her middle. He took a deep breath, taking in her scent and sighed happily, already feeling himself relaxing. He tightened his grip on her, holding her closer until their fronts were completely flush when she spoke.

“Tell me what’s happening, baby. Only if you want to of course. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’m here to listen if you do. Is it about Kevin?”

EZ stayed silent but nodded against her chest.

“Is he bothering you? Or are you still mad that he came to me?”

EZ shook his head and pulled back some, looking up at her. Camila pulled away too until her arms were off of his neck and now her hands were resting on his shoulders.

“I’m mad that he keeps going after you, but I’m more annoyed that he brought up Emily. There was no reason for that shit. I never brought her up because what’s the point? It’s not important to bring her up, so I didn’t, but him doing it makes it seem like I was keeping it from you or something and I just,”

EZ let out what sounded like a growl and Camila began to rub her hands over his chest in an effort to soothe him, not being able to recall a time where he was this frustrated. He looked up at her shaking his head, nostrils flared in anger, but she simply smiled down at him.

“Don’t worry about it, EZ. I told you, I don’t care. I can take care of myself so him being creepy and trying to talk to me isn’t a problem. I can just ignore him. As far as your ex, I don’t care about that either. It’s gonna take a lot more than that to drive me away, EZ. I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

He nodded and kept his eyes trained on hers, wanting to see her reaction.

“There’s…more to it than that.”

To EZ’s surprise, Camila nodded, running her hand over his head.

“I know.”

There were a good couple seconds of silence as EZ watched her confused. She repeated herself then elaborated.

“I know there is. And I know that you want to tell me, but you feel like you can’t. Like if you tell me, it will make things worse for the both of us. I understand. I do. I’m not gonna force you into telling me though, because that only leads to lies. When people get asked questions they don’t want to answer, they lie, and I don’t want to be lied to. I want the truth from you. Whether you give it to me now, or later, I just want the truth, Ezekiel.”

By the time she was finished speaking, the crease between EZ’s brows was deep with affliction, deeper than she’d ever seen it. His eyes looked like those of a puppy and there was pain there, she could see it. Hell, she could feel it. His frown was prominent, and she knew she had gotten through to him. His arms tightened around her waist and she began to rub his chest again, hopefully giving him the comfort and security he needed if he wanted to tell her now. She stayed quiet after that and so did he, struggling with himself over whether to tell her or not. Sighing, he allowed his eyes to close for a handful of seconds. Camila stayed quiet all the while and when he finally opened them, he found her there still looking at him with the same love and tenderness that she always had. He took a deep breath and started from the beginning, knowing it was now or never.

“When my mom was murdered, I caught a glimpse of the car of whoever did it. My memory logged it and I was so torn up about losing her and not knowing who did it or why, not having any answers, I just couldn’t let it go. So, I tracked him down and,”

He hesitated but Camila nodded, maintaining her comforting hand on his chest.

“I was going to make it right. I was going to get justice. I wasn’t going to let him get away with killing my mom. She was everything to me. She always looked out for me, made sure I was ok. She made everything work and losing her was the most painful thing I had ever been through. So, I followed him and it ended up being a foot chase. I was running after him and we started shooting. It was late and we were running through back alleys and junkyards. It was hard to see, and I was so nervous. I had never shot a gun before, much less shot it at someone. I was chasing him and I had the shot. I had it. There was this noise behind me though and I freaked, thought maybe the guy had someone with him. I thought that was going to be it, that I was gonna die there just like my mom. So I turned and I fired. I didn’t look, I just…did it.”

EZ stopped again, hanging his head in shame and shaking it, saying what he had done out loud leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. When he looked back up, he had tears in his eyes and Camila sighed, snatching him back into her arms, wrapping them around him tightly. She rubbed his back and he sniffled into her chest, the sound muffled. His hands were fisted into the back of her tank top, clinging to her like he was afraid she would leave too if he let her go. Inhaling shakily, he turned his head to the side as he spoke to her.

“I killed him, and I went to jail for it. I never meant to hurt him. I never wanted that. But I did, and it happened and I hade to pay. I was looking at life. Everything was going down the drain so fast and then they laid out a deal. I took it, and now that’s why Kevin is doing this shit. He’s got as much riding on this as I do.”

Camila stayed quiet as she listened to everything, holding her man to her chest as she did. Her cheek was resting on the top of his head while he gave her the missing pieces to the puzzle. She nodded and pulled away, taking his face in her hands again. She held him there, looking down at him, his eyes wide and full of worry as he looked up, waiting for her to say that it was too much and she wanted him to leave. All he got was her leaning down, lips pressing against his with a warmth and gentleness that soothed his every worry. He kissed him slow, passionate, the show of affection sealing what she had said earlier. She wasn’t going anywhere. EZ’s hands unwound themselves from her shirt and gripped her hips now, their lips still moving against each other. Her hands tightened on his jaw ever so slightly as the tip of her tongue snaked out shyly to lick at his bottom lip, him groaning as he felt her suck at his lip while she pulled away.

“I appreciate you telling me the truth, Ezekiel. I know it probably wasn’t easy, but you did and I’m proud of you. Thank you.”

EZ nodded and smiled up at her, feeling a weight lifted off of his shoulders after coming clean about what had landed him in jail and why Kevin was snooping. Sure, there was still the issue of the cartel and that side of things, but that was simply club business and he knew Camila would understand him keeping that to himself, so he took in a deep breath and left it at that.

“You’re welcome. I just want to be honest with you. I love you and I want this to work. I want you to feel that you can trust me.”

Camila nodded and leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead.

“I already do trust you.”

EZ smiled again and slid his hands to her front now, running over her tummy and her sides, the thumb of his left hand stroking softly right under her breast while his other hand was playing with the hem of her tank top as he looked over at the clock on her wall.

“I got 20 minutes before I gotta get going and head back to the clubhouse.”

He left the invitation open and she grinned, bringing a hand up to her mouth as she laughed.

“And just what are you proposing we do with those 20 minutes?”

EZ’s smile morphed into a smirk and he shrugged, tilting his head as he leaned back some. He lifted his left hand higher, his thumb now resting on the slightly raised shape of her nipple through her shirt. He ran his thumb over it once again, then again, keeping his eyes trained on her all the while.

“Not sure. I was hoping maybe you had an idea.”

“Nope. Not me.”

He watched as her smile faltered, her features relaxing as she tried to maintain her composure. All it took was him pressing in his thumb to get her to crumble slightly, a quiet huff coming from her as he then pulled away.

“Oh, come on.”

EZ laughed.

“What? I thought you didn’t have anything in mind?”

She rolled her eyes and then sat up in his lap some, now more kneeling than sitting. Her raise in height now had her breasts level with his face and he stayed looking up at her the entire time, their eyes locked as she bit her lip, feeling daring. Reaching up, she hooked her thumbs into the straps of her tank top and toyed with them, pulling one down over her shoulder followed by the other until she was slowly pulling down the neckline of her top, exposing her breasts. Her long hair hung down on her chest, dark strands obstructing the view and EZ reached forward, softly brushing her hair away from her chest and off of her shoulders, trailing his finger over her collar bone. He touched her with the very edge of his fingertip, the sensation almost tickling with how feather-light it was. Camila’s face was relaxed, a playful look in her eyes as she reveled in coming out of her shell a little more. EZ’s finger continued it’s adventure, running across her chest, over to her shoulder, up the side of her neck then across the front. His touch ghosted along her chin before it landed on her bottom lip, grazing over the plump skin before dragging it down softly just to watch it spring back up into place. He went down then, his finger gliding over the light brown of her nipple, drawing a circle around it. She shuddered and EZ’s smirk was gone now, him sitting up and starting to kiss along her chest.

He moved all around, working her up, listening to the changes in her breathing. How her breaths came faster now, higher pitched, the quiet whimpers that sounded whenever he nipped at the sensitive skin along the underside of her breasts. Her hands were at his shoulders, gripping, holding. He was hard as could be, but he wanted the focus to be on her, now only 15 minutes left before he had to go. With one hand sliding down her tummy, he latched onto her breast, suckling and nipping as she threw her head back and arched, pushing herself as close to his mouth as she could get. Without missing a beat, he wrapped an arm around her and flipped, her now laying back on the couch with him hovering above her. He smiled at her little gasp but got his mouth right back on her, his hands gripping the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulling them down her legs quickly. Her eyes looked up at him in shock, then looking out the front window, the sun shining bright.

“Here?”

EZ nodded, tossing the shorts and panties to the side before climbing back on the couch to hover over her, his fingers now dancing across her lower lips.

“Here.”

Camila said nothing, looking into his eyes that were aflame with lust and nodded, settling back into the couch, her neck resting on the arm. His mouth was back on her breasts then, kissing, licking, sucking. His tongue flicked over her nipple every now and again followed by a small nip when she wasn’t expecting. The attention there paired with his thumb rubbing slow but firm circles into her clit had her hips bucking in no time. Her hands cradled EZ’s head to her, not wanting him to ever stop. She wished that they could stay like this, forever. The bucking of her hips continued and EZ checked her, making sure she was ready before he pressed his middle finger into her, watching as she arched her back off of the couch slightly. He growled at the sight, mouth still latched onto her breasts but eyes looking up at her, glued to her as he watched her reactions. His thumb kept rubbing her and soon enough she was gripping his head a little tighter, trying to pull him up to her.

“I want you to kiss me.”

EZ didn’t need to be told twice as he pulled his mouth away from her breasts and scooted up a bit, laying beside her and pressing his lips to hers, her hand immediately making its way to his jaw. He kissed her gently, just enjoying being with her away from all of the bullshit that came with his everyday life and pushed a second finger into her, crooking them up as she cursed.

“Fuck,”

Her voice was a bit raspier, scratchier he noticed, and throbbed at the sound. It crossed his mind that the ride back to the clubhouse was going to be hell with him this hard, but he wanted this to be about her. She pulled away to catch her breath, hands still on his jaw as she tossed her head back, eyes slipping closed and EZ watched her. He could feel her starting to tighten around his fingers, her hips grinding into his hand subconsciously and he pressed his lips to her cheek, leaving a couple of slow kisses there before he moved his lips over to her ear.

“Come for me, Cam. That’s it. There you go, baby. Fuck,”

He cursed, the sound of her whimpering at his words practically doing him in. She whined again and he fingered her harder, groaning at the sound of her wetness.

“Come on, preciosa. Good girl.”

She started to clench around his fingers and his voice got huskier, eyes gazing at her face. She looked like an angel and before long he was in a daze, intoxicated by her as he watched her come unraveled. The feeling of her thighs tightening around his wrist, her mouth falling open to form an O, the squeeze around his fingers, her shudder as she became overstimulated, her fingers clutching his arm to bring him to a stop. He came back to reality then and kissed along her cheek as she came down, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She leaned into his kisses, soft whines coming from her and he waited until she had stopped spasming completely before he gently pulled his fingers from her. Closing her legs, she let her eyes drift open and looked over at him before looking at the clock and pouting.

“You gotta go.”

EZ looked over himself and saw she was right, he needed to be leaving now so he would be back at the clubhouse by the time he promised. He tapped her bottom lip softly and gave her a smile.

“No pouting, I’ll come back tonight.”

At that she smiled and leaned up to give him a lazy kiss, pushing at his shoulder.

“Go, before they make you clean all the toilets for being late again.”

EZ chuckled and nodded, getting up from the couch and walking a couple of feet, grabbing her panties and shorts from their spot over on the floor. He turned back around and looked down at her, groaning as he took in the sight of her, legs spread, totally exposed with her breasts still out of her tank top, a hickey on the underside of her left one. She chuckled herself and snapped her legs closed, covering herself with her hands as well.

“Quit staring and gimme my panties!”

The prospect laughed and opened them up for her, placing them over her ankles and pulling them up her legs for her, helping her to stand and get them up her hips. He grabbed the straps of her tank top and pulled those up to, Camila covered now as he leaned down for one more kiss.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

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Bare with me please.

This is just a theory of Nami's parental heritage which can be easily disprove but let me show you first.

So currently I am on the ending phase of dress rosa arc, and Law's past with Corazon was revealed. There they also show the Barrel Pirate crew wherein they were the initial holder of the Op-op fruit. It was revealed that there should be an exchange between them and the marines. There we see an all-women marine division which is lead by tsuru.

This caught my attention since Belle -mere was a former marine and she could be working under her.. I'm pointing this out because ever since OP started I have never seen a female marine staff (this excludes Tashigi and Hina) that is seen clashing with the pirates. So mostly I'm pretty confident with the idea.

Now back to Nami's parental heritage I'm quite digging the possibility that Nami might be involved or somehow related to Diez Barrel (captain of the barrel pirate crew) and X drake (his son) . The color of nami's hair is strikingly similar to theirs.

... And the fact that barrels seem to have a lot of treasure seen with him and his love of money is pointed out too many times within the episode, a very similar trait with nami. (Well i could be wrong since he is a PIRATE 😂)

...

I know this is a long shot theory and can be easily disprove (factors like age) but i honestly do think there's something there...

Let me read what you think 🤔

Xoxo

[opotakuism]

With your AU, the short, your amazing drawings and generally the idea; you've made me ship Niji x Cosette so hard and i want to thank you for this. so thank you lovely human💕 Any other ships you'd like to share with us?

Aww, thank you for liking my fandoms!

Well, I ship Donquixote Rosinante (Corazon) with Bell-mere (Nami and Nojiko’s adoptive mother). I mean, both of them were marines and they are respectively a great parent figures (Corazon, to Law respectively, and Bell-Mere to Nami and Nojiko).

Please, if you have some prompts with the pairings (Sanjina with other pairings, Niji x Cosette, etc) for either fanarts, fancomics, fanfiction, you can put ur requests on ask box ANYTIME~!