#i miss cowboy nico robin

[turntechgaykid]

My headcanons for the strawhats 🙏

(Sanji's flags: French, Queer Usopp's flags: South African, Pansexual Zoro's flags: Japanese, Gay (mlm) Luffy's flags: Brazilian, Demisexual/romantic Robin's flags: Peruvian, Omnisexual + Demiromantic Nami's flags: Swedish, Lesbian Yamato's flags: Mongolian, Pansexual + Trans)

Strawhats not pictured:

Jimbe: Pacific islander, Bi? + Ace

Brook: Austrian, I think he was in love with his old captain but other than that 🤷

Chopper(if human): Canadian, Aroace

Paulie: American, Straight Ally

Franky: American, Bisexual

[ato-dato]

THE cowboy ever I fear

[fennec-fey]

Cowboy Robin come back!!

[onepiecefashion]

Outfits for Nico Robin

Marques’Almeida Fall 2023

[pendragonartz]

Insta: pendragon_artz

[choyling]

Miss All Sunday

Happy Birthday Nico Robin! ♥

[wifeofkatakuri]

Robin used to have this like leathery cowboy style but post timeskip it just disappears! Her aesthetic became dresses. And that’s fine maybe Koala or one of the revolutionaries influenced her. Idk. The closest we’ve gotten post timeskip is her Fishman Island outfit. All it needs is a cowboy hat and it would show all 3 styles!

[malintzyn]

god, i love women (nico robin)

[edgeray]

Part 1: Sweeter Than Wine(Nico Robin x Fem! Reader)

Part 2

A/N: First post on here :3. This is the culmination of me when I was downbad for like two nights straight. Can you tell how gay I am? This is just 2k words of self-indulgence, I love Miss All Sunday so much, there needs to be more content on her. Who doesn't love a sexy cowgirl?

Warnings: Reader uses female pronouns, Robin may be OOC, Reader is also highkey downbad (I'm sorry, I was projecting), alcohol drinking, pet names(?), if there is more that needs to be added to this please feel free to tell me

Chatter, laughter, and the smell of alcohol filled your senses as you sat on the bar stool, enjoying your drink in one of the bars at Whiskey Peak. Your pinky tapped against the glass of your cup repeatedly as boredom filled your mind. Despite all the drinking and hooligans surrounding you, nothing about all of this was entertaining to you. After all, this happened almost every other week. Naive pirates would come to Whiskey Peak after having just gone through Reverse Mountain and get ambushed by the hundred or so bounty hunters. Then it'd be the end of those little pirates’ journey before it really even started. It was honestly pitiful, and quite frankly, you've long grown tired of throwing up a party and a facade for every unfortunate pirate that stopped by. You were tired of these events even though you yourself were a bounty hunter. 

Another pirate crew crushed, what a pity, she sighed as she watched as an orange-haired girl and a moss-headed swordsman drank nearly the entire bar dry. Silence and solitude surrounded you, feeling an empty void within. With a sigh, you turned to your glass and twisted your wrist to observe the swirling of the liquid. 

At first, you didn't notice her when she entered the bar. No one did. But then there began whispers of awe and admiration and that was when you finally looked up from your drink. 

Your heart halted in your chest as your eyes laid upon the woman who sat herself a few seats away from you. You immediately related to all the dumbstruck stares from your fellow Millions, because how could you not have been infatuated at first glance? Pitch-black shoulder-length straight hair, sun-kissed skin, a skimpy outfit that did wonders in showing her goddess-like stature, and the sexiest cowboy boots and hat met your eyes. But what drew you in wasn't just her physical appearance but the aura that she gave. Seductive confidence exuded from her form and sitting posture even as admirers (including you) ogled at her. 

It felt wrong to be staring at her so openly but you couldn't help it–the more you observed her the more she captivated you. 

You were never a believer of love-at-first-sight but this had to be pretty damn close. Warmth began to blossom within your abdomen the longer your attention lingered on the new woman and your ears burned at the realization of all the thoughts you were having as you continued to watch her. You snapped your head away from the woman finally when your fantasies became more lewd and you tried to wash those erotic ideas away with your glass of alcohol. You shouldn't be thinking those things for a woman you've never even met, you scolded yourself, shame overwhelming your being. You closed your eyes and tried to shuffle your thoughts on the woman away, hoping for the pitter-patter of your heart to similarly be shooed off.

“Can I buy you a drink?” A low, sultry, feminine purred beside you, the kind of voice that instantly made you want to fold yourself in half. Your eyes flew open as you spun your head towards the direction of the voice and your heart jumped out of your chest when the woman you were fawning over was seated adjacent to you. It's the first time you were able to get a glance at her face and heat instantaneously swarmed your cheeks, your breath hitching at the sight. Soul-piercing ocean blue eyes stare back into you, a smirk played on her perfect lips as she leaned her cheek against her hand, which was propped up by her elbow on the counter. Her body was turned towards you while she leaned against the bar counter so that your eyes could roam freely over her entire front. Her body language oozed with unwavering sensual assurance and from the way she's smirking at you, she most definitely knew it. You desperately attempted to stop your focus from wandering down, knowing if you did you'd probably see her cleavage and at this point, you weren't sure if you'd risk a stroke in front of her just to see it. 

“Yes,” you nervously stammered out and a low rumble reverberated from the ravenette's throat as she chuckled. It's music to your ears and you just want to hear it again. She turned to the bartender and requested two glasses of red wine while you instinctively slouched upon feeling the envious weight of other Millions’ stares on your back. 

"I hope you don't mind wine, I prefer my drinks on the sweeter side," the alluring woman stated, her smirk growing just a bit when she faced you. 

"No, wine is good," you shake your head dumbly, feeling humiliated by your lackluster response. "Thank you," you remember to thank her a moment later. 

"Of course. How could I stop myself from buying a drink for such a cute little thing," she replied with a voice laced with honey as she beamed back at you. 

You flushed and turned your head away to hide the abashed expression on your face. Your body can't help but be filled with ecstasy at the compliment and your knees couldn't have ached more to be on the floor in front of her. However, you couldn't divert your attention from her for long when she reached out her hand to grasp onto your chin and forcibly but gently tilted your head up towards her gorgeous face again. 

"Don't be so shy. I don't bite, I promise. Unless you want me to," the woman whispered as she leaned close to your face, the distance between you only a few inches apart. Her thumb stroke across your bottom lip and impulsively, your tongue swiped against her thumbpad. While embarrassment smacked you across the face, the woman's smile only grew more. 

Her next words had you nearly falling out of your seat. "Good girl," she purred and something inside of you stirred. 

"What's your name, sweet thing?" She asked as her thumb repeatedly caressed your lip in a circular motion. Like an idiot, your words stumbled over as you tried to recall your name for a second.

"It's nice to meet you. My name is Miss All Sunday." Her voice and every word were laced with syrup despite the shockingly big reveal to you. 

"Miss All Sunday?" You repeated quietly as you remembered faintly that Miss All Sunday was the vice-president of Baroque Works. Your world stopped spinning as you came to the realization that you were majorly crushing on one of your bosses, the second highest on the ladder as a matter of fact. You've heard of her, through the rumors of other Millions–how ruthless and powerful she is, yet all you've been fantasizing about is if she's the same way in bed. Oh, how she could snap you in two and you'd thank her, wouldn't you, you taunted yourself in resignation. 

"What are you doing here?" You wondered out loud, compelling yourself to rid of all the lewd thoughts. 

"There's something I need to take care of here. But it can wait for a little bit, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of beauty in my eyes," the vice president commented. Your entire face flushed at the compliment. The hand on your chin wandered down and her fingertips scraped against your neck, then down to your shoulders, to your sides, and grazed against your hip until it rested upon your thigh. Your thighs clenched tightly against one another and the reaction amused her. Feather light warm touches danced on your skin as it sent tingles of pleasure throughout your body. 

A shuddering sigh left you and you're silently begging for her in your eyes, for more of her, for the entirety of her. You want to greedily soak up everything she can give you and more. She momentarily turned her gaze away from you once the glasses of wine arrived and a disappointed whimper involuntarily escaped your throat. Your pathetic noise earned you a few squeezes on your thigh. 

"Would you like a sip?" She inquired as she held onto a glass in her other hand. You nodded slightly and reached out your hand, however, she didn't pass the glass to you. Instead, she brought the glass to her lips and had a sip. She leaned in and using the hand on your thigh as support, she closed the distance between you. 

One moment, your lips were bare and cold, and the next, it was met with Miss All Sunday's mouth. You gasped into the kiss and the vice president used the opportunity to pour the red wine from her mouth into yours. The sweet flavor of the beverage overwhelmed your taste buds while the woman in front of you fervently pressed her mouth against yours, each kiss deep like she was savoring the sensation of your lips. Her tongue danced on your lips to request entrance and you swallowed the drink she so generously offered you to allow her in. She immediately dominated your mouth, her tongue exploring every nook and cranny without so much of a struggle from you. You moaned softly against her and tried to press yourself closer to the woman. 

The heat in your stomach exponentially grew and the sensuality of it all only made you want to surrender yourself to the woman more. One hand uselessly gripped onto her arm while your other hand clenched around the seat of your chair. Meanwhile, Miss All Sunday's other hand found her way behind your head, making it impossible to escape from the kiss as she ensured you were as close to her as possible. Not that you'd want to escape of course. 

You wanted to memorize every texture of her soft lips that unrelentlessly ravished you. It's the sweetest, most relishing thing to you, sugarier than any dessert you've devoured, and more decadent than the most gourmet of meals. And you were getting this for free? You wanted more, no, you needed more, damn the lightheadedness that began to settle in your head. It’s intoxicating the way she took over all your senses, the way you're disarmed with just one kiss, the way she has your entire form trembling, the way your mind is filled with the eternal necessity that is her. She stole your breath not because she's not allowing you to breathe but because suddenly your oxygen supply is Miss All Sunday. But then her mouth leaves your lips and it's only then that you realize you need to breathe oxygen. You gaze at her with half-lidded eyes and a bit of drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, and you can tell that she's pleased with the mess she's reduced you to. 

“M-miss,” you mumbled, hungry for more. You were drunk off of her kiss.

“You want more? What an insatiable girl,” she coyly smirked before her eyes scanned around her surroundings. “Looks like we've gained an audience.” 

Her last statement sobered you up a little and you too looked around and saw many of the bar's customers scrutinizing you in covetousness. You ducked your head in mortification but the vice president of Baroque Works only chuckled, and she raised a hand to her purple felt hat. “How rude of them to intrude into a private show.” 

Her fingers clasped on the brim of the hat and she removed it from her head, before bringing it to the side of your face, essentially creating a shield from the onlookers. You pondered why she was doing that before she leaned in, this time her lips more aggressively crashing against yours and you were caught off by surprise again. Her free hand that was once on your hand cupped your cheek gently, trailing her thumb over your skin. The way that her hat censored the passionate moment from everyone else in the bar only makes it so much more intimate–like a secret shared between just the two of you. It made your heart flutter excitedly; Miss All Sunday, for all how powerful she is and for all she could easily obtain just for being Baroque Work's vice president, was focusing solely on you and you alone. You were the only one that captured her attention and she was kissing you stupid again, making the rest of your world so trivial when she had you in her hold.

It seemed like hours before she parted from your lips, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you panted for air. Her cerulean eyes softened when she took in the entirety of your expression and she licked her lips sensually. “You're so sweet. Such a good girl.”

“Sweeter than wine."

And she drew you in again. 

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I have a sequel to this. Might post it if I feel like.

[deadite-central]

Okay so a silly headcanon I have for Robin as Miss All Sunday (as this girl has been through so much I think she needs a breather) is that during that time she unlocked Clark Kent syndrome

What I mean by that is. Nobody can connect the dots that the lady in the cowboy hat that works for a well respected (at that point at least lmao) warlord could be Devil Child Nico Robin

Even if someone pointed out she looked similar her coworkers at Rain Dinners are like “Her?? Looking like Nico Robin?? Man you’re tripping that’s just Miss All Sunday.”

The baroque works agents don’t have it figured out. The entire casino doesn’t have it figured out. The royal family doesn’t have it figured out. Hell, another warlord could visit and they’d be like “yeah Crocodile your right hand woman is a really cool lady fr fr👍”

Idk I just think it’d be funny and with how much she’s out in the open in Rain Dinners during Alabasta I genuinely wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case

[turntechgaykid]

I have a passionate hatred for Franky/Cutty Flam/Whatever tf. So here's some art I found that I liked but edited Franky out of and replaced him with:

✨PAULIE✨ (I also might have edited Yamato in too)

[mediocres-writing-blog]

MK LEGENDS: BLOOD BOUND

Chapter 11: Homecoming

After a short intermission, Nico would finally return to the S.F. base, greeting his colleagues and friends (and Sonya) as if he didn’t see them in years.

JOHNNY: Hey, kid. Glad to see you made it back safe and sound. How'd it go?

ROBIN: Long story short, I went, I saw, I was beaten to a pulp, then I woke up and got yelled at. The usual.

JOHNNY: You alright? You look like you need some rest. And to fix that mask of yours.

ROBIN: Nah, man. It's alright, I really just need a proper rest.

The caped crusader would then walk off into his room, sitting on his bed and taking off the damaged mask, which had a bullet-shaped dent on the left side, and completely missing a right side, other than the part that covers the mouth. he would then hear a knock at his door.

ROBIN: Come in.

Then Cassie, Jaqui, Takeda and Kung Jin would enter. The Kombat Kids would all take seats and start rapid firing questions at the crusader.

CASSIE: Hey, Nico! We heard you were back, so we wanted to check in. How'd it went?

ROBIN: Great. Almost died, but, uh... Great.

TAKEDA: So, uh, why's your mask all messed up?

ROBIN: Well, that's the part where I almost died. Shao Kahn's kid headbutted the right side into oblivion and a cowboy shot it two times.

KUNG JIN: So standard Outworld stuff?

ROBIN: Yep.

Cassie would then add, as she's tying Nico's hair.

CASSIE: And how did the mission go?

ROBIN: Poorly. I found the person I was supposed to and they just slipped through my fingers.

Jaqui would then say, while holding the mask.

JAQUI: Well, you might need some new parts.

The caped crusader, with a bit of an attitude, responds.

ROBIN: Oh no, thanks. The old parts are just fine.

TAKEDA: No, dude, seriously. If we get some titanium plating or something, we can make your mask even stronger.

ROBIN: Can you look through Titanium?

JAQUI: No?

ROBIN: Then no.

KUNG JIN: Well, that's stupid.

ROBIN: No, that's Sparta. Now, if you all would excuse me, I got some relaxation to do, so if you guys would be so kind?

CASSIE: Oh, right, sorry. C'mon, guys, let's go.

And with that, they left, and the crusader, laying down in his bed, took a big, long breath, and closed his eyes, relaxing while listening to music. Sonya would then see the team exit Robin's room, while a bit curious, passes it off. As the next day rolls by, the group is having lunch together, talking about their days and whatnot. After that, Cass would ask for something from Johnny.

CASSIE: So, dad, you got any plans for today?

JOHNNY: Hmm... considering that we just wrapped up Ninja Mime 5, No, not really. Why do you ask?

CASSIE: Well, I was wondering, maybe you could call up Nico later, I wanna see how he is in a fight. Who knows? maybe he'll finally get out of his room.

JOHNNY: Ooohhh, yeah. That could work.

Meanwhile, the crusader is still relaxing, but, as the team would soon find out, not sleeping, and listening to his music in the background, loud enough for the team to hear. Johnny would go and knock on the door.

ROBIN: Go away.

Mr. A-list would walk in anyways, seeing the masked crusader in a strange position, almost draping from the bed.

ROBIN: Alright, man, what is it?

JOHNNY: Wanted to check in on ya. How you doing?

ROBIN: Still alive, if that's what you mean.

JOHNNY: No, I'm more worried about your mental health.

ROBIN: Yeah, no. That's a no-go.

JOHNNY: Listen, Cass wants to see you fight again. And I wanna see what you got.

ROBIN: I don't know what this has to do with my mental health.

JOHNNY: I know, man. Just... give it a try.

The caped crusader sits up, and sighs.

ROBIN: Alright. For them.

he would get up and go to the training room, to see Cassie punching the shit out of a sand bag.

ROBIN: Wow. Someone's a little excited, aren't they?

CASSIE: Hey, I heard you were finally ready to fight. Let's see what you've got.

JOHNNY: Imma go check something. You kids play nicely, okay?

As the action star left the room, Cassie and Nico were face to face, staring each other down, almost like they were about to throw down, but Nico's the one that would make the first move.

ROBIN: So, what's this about?

CASSIE: This was all so I can get you to leave your room.

ROBIN: You sassy bitch.

Nico would take a jab, and Cass would block it, and counter, but Nico dodges. They continue to exchange blows, with Nico getting the upper hand. Then, Cassie would duck, making Robin think she'll leg sweep, but the crusader jumps, and then she would actually do it. The caped crusader was caught off guard and fell down. He gets up and shakes it off.

ROBIN: Aight, well played.

Cassie would extend her hand to the crusader, helping him up.

CASSIE: Not bad yourself, man.

Nico would shake her hand, and the two would hear clapping behind them. They turn around, and see Sonya.

SONYA: That was pretty impressive. You sure you've fought anyone before?

ROBIN: My whole life has been a fight. ADHD would do that to ya.

CASSIE: That doesn't count.

ROBIN: I fight the urge to wander around, yes it does.

SONYA: But I'm glad to see you're ready to help us.

ROBIN: Not quite yet, first there's some things I need to take care of before that.

Sonya would sigh, with her hand on her face. 

SONYA: Fine. We don't have any new missions anyways.

ROBIN: Awesome, see ya around.

He would then leave the room, heading for the exit. As the caped crusader heads to his room, he would get an email from Billie.

"oi, u free tn?"

"Ye, but also, where the bloody hell have you been?"

"I'll explain later, see ya at that bridge that looms over the city."

"Well, ok. See you there, I guess." 

He would put away his phone, take his McCloud jacket and climb out the window, walking off to the nearest bus stop and heading towards the bridge. Once he arrives, he would see Billie sitting at a bench. She turns her head to him and waves him over.

ROBIN: Well, it isn't the daughter of yobbo, how's it going? And also, where the hell were you the past few months? 

SIRIS: Well, you know, Black Dragon stuff. Sellin' guns, witnessing the killing of  bastards, the usual. 

ROBIN: Cool. Very cool. Well, since we're on the topic, how're Kano and Skarlet doing? I hope not well.

SIRIS: Well, we've taken in a new member...

ROBIN: Oh, how fun. What's their name? And how old are they? How much trauma have they endured? And what are their abilities? How good is their aim with a gun? How well do they fight? Do they use kunai? Do they use swords? Do they--

SIRIS: Can you shut. The fuck up. Jesus Christ, man. Look, their name's Tomek, or Tom. They about 21, I assume, not sure. 

Robin, realizing he's getting a bit annoying, shuts his trap and just gives her a thumbs up. Siris keeps going.

SIRIS: From what I've heard, he's got some power. He don't seem an experienced fighter, but he's gotta have potential. Now, can I stop talkin' for a second now? How 'bout you? Anything interesting happened lately?

ROBIN: Other than the fact I nearly died? No, not really. Just, trying to figure out what I should do for when I don't have a job contract. I'm about to hit 20 in like a month or two, so there's that. 

The heiress would look at the crusader, raising an eyebrow.

SIRIS: Contract? What do you mean 'contract'? Did you kill someone? 

ROBIN: Well it's a little more complicated than that. But short answer yes, out of pure rage, I did a Fatal Blow on a pirate. Or an X-ray. Or whatever the audience thinks is better, I don't care.

Siris, a little shocked, would raise her eyebrows and her jaw would drop slightly, not expecting this response. She would then respond with another question.

SIRIS: Okay, and the longer version?

ROBIN: Well--

over 20 minutes later...

ROBIN: And now I'm here. Class dismissed.

SIRIS: ... Riiiiiiight... Anyway, you said that Erron Black took the blood bender away? 

ROBIN: Mhmm. Not sure why, but hey, they're out of my hair, and the kahn is horribly pissed at me. Not my problem anymore. But anything weird happened to you lately?

Billie looked at her prosthetic arm and then sighed at Nico.

SIRIS: Okay, uhm... Well, yeah. You remember Tremor, right? 

ROBIN: Yeah, I remember last time I saw him he went to find Dreamrealm or whatever.

SIRIS: Yeah, so, he showed up in a couple of mine and he looks like an absolute badass, I'll tell ya what.

ROBIN: Oh, cool. But also, what?

SIRIS: I don't know how to explain. But anyway, he's basically a ticking time bomb.

The two would talk until long after the stars came out, and while they did, Nico talked about how he met and worked with the late Shao Kahn's daughter and almost died by her hands.

SIRIS: So, ya mean to tell me, she'd actually have it out with that blue bastard?

ROBIN: Hey, it's just a theory. She's not fun at all, but she's good on her word. That and it’s fun to see her get mad, I'll tell you that.

The two would then chuckle, and after a bit, Billie would turn to Robin.

SIRIS: Hey, uh, it's gettin' late. I should head home.

ROBIN: Same. Catch ya later, scumbag.

SIRIS: You too, fuckwit.

The two would laugh and part ways, and head home. With Robin sneaking back in, and seeing Sonya in the corner of his room, for the third time in the last few months.

ROBIN: Jesus f-

He inhales.

SONYA: What's your excuse this time? Out for fresh air? Out on a night stroll? On a smoke break? 

ROBIN: Why don't you ever sleep? Like I swear, every time I get out just because I feel like it, you're up stalking the halls like you're Michael fucking Myers.

Sonya would tilt her head and raise an eyebrow.

SONYA: Answer. Now. 

ROBIN: You wouldn't get it. Look, I'm a grown man. And if I want to leave, I can. Besides...

Robin's daggers would fly out of his jacket and into his hands.

ROBIN: I can take care of myself.

The General would cross her arms and glare at the masked crusader.

SONYA: Is that so? Well, I'll let you know. You're still a soldier here. And as such, you'll respect my rules.

ROBIN: You know what? Fine. As for today, I won't sneak out without your approval.

SONYA: Good. Now sleep.

Sonya would then leave the room, with the caped crusader laying down, putting his daggers in his belt that he left on the top of his bed. As he lays in bed, he smirks and chuckles at the fact that Sonya doesn't even realize she's been gotten.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Cold heat of the touch

warning : hurt/comfort kinda, tiny tiny fluff if you really look close, mutual feelings, unresolved feelings

Info : Back at it again with another One-Shot that is based again of a beautiful sketch This from @pocketwei (go check out her blog her art is so sweet and is a multishipper). I really like the coolness between the two and the unresolved feelings it's just so ahhhh so many possibilitys to write. So have fun reading @pocketwei and everyone else too :)

masterlist

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Warmth always lay over Alabastia, the sun always shone over the island. Not only because of the sand, the few flowers or the extra thin and free clothing.  The warmth was always a constant companion and yet the inhabitants of Alabastia liked it. It was warm, friendly and simply always there. Just like the king of Alabastia Sir Crocodile.

He was always there to help when needed and had his mafia under him. The agents who had already killed many a pirate, aristocrat and marine. But even though his crocodile eyes always saw everything, they were always focused on a woman.

His missing left hand, Miss Bloody Sunday. Or Nico Robin. A woman he had never seen before, knew what she had been through, understood her drive and yet. There was no use in his eyes every time he looked at her.

It was fascination, even something like cold affection. An affection that could best be described as two fine people who knew that sooner or later their collaboration would come to an end.

The only questions were when and how. But the one question that seemed to lie between them was. Can one fall in love in this situation, this coldness and the hidden emotions?

A question he had often asked himself, one that had always come up when he was doing business and the scantily clad waitress came to the table. He had averted his gaze from the unknown women and turned to his Miss Sunday.

In the past he would have paid attention to the women, let his golden hook wander over their bodies and maybe even taken one or two to the room.

But the more time passed, the more he noticed that the women looked more and more like Nico Robin, it slowly hit him like a blow. Ever since he had come out of his room, straightened his hair and was about to light a cigar, he had seen her.

Leaning against the wall, her purple cowboy hat pulled back slightly over her face as she lit the cigar with a simple wave of her hand before the click of the lighter died away. ,,I hope she was good" the black haired woman had said then but her voice was full of distaste and coldness as the clack of her shoes echoed in the hallway.

It shouldn't and shouldn't have hurt him like that, but it had. It had hit him hard that it had come to something like this, as if the already strained relationship had been broken. That small hope that they could be something other than their assigned roles.

But now it was hot in Alabastia. Summer had come to the island and the temperatures were rising all the more. Residents escaped the midday heat in the bars and their homes.

Sir Crocodile had also become tired of the heat and had retreated from his office to the lower levels of his residence. Where it was much cooler, not least because there was no sunshine down here and the wrong light surrounded him.

Sighing, he separated from his fur coat and laid it on the large bed. He took new clothes from his wardrobe before going into the adjoining bathroom. It was expensive, expensive like everything else about his home. A man of wealth and yet taste, a neat appearance and a well-kept house.

Running the water into the tub, he felt the cold emanating from the water. "Just like you" he thought and carefully placed the new clothes on a small extra table before he started to undress. His naked body revealed itself in the mirror he looked into and he was again reminded of his injuries.

The deep cut across his face and the absence of his hand as the gold of the hoe flashed. Shaking his head slightly, not wanting to remember the cool but knowing eyes that haunted him at night, he went to the bathtub.

He let it run for a few more minutes until it completely covered his lower body and stopped just above his waist. Before it became quiet in the bathroom. The water stopped running, no sounds from outside. It was silent and only his heart seemed to be beating with emotional excitement.

His eyes fell on his rings, red and green gemstones, but there was one ring he had bought. A gold ring with a purple blue stone. The purple of her clothes which only seemed to match him and not the desert.

It matched his black and the blue of the ring matched her eyes. The pretty blue that reminded him of the sea and the sky. The ring he always took care of and hardly ever took it off and didn't let it get wet.

Lost in his thoughts about the woman, he only half heard the door to his bathroom open and Nico Robin walk in, holding a tray of vials in her hands and holding several towels with extra hands.

How her blue eyes had long since discovered the ring with their colours. Her heart was beating for it itself and maybe she tried to wear black more and more often.

Her gaze settled on him more and more often. Standing in the bathroom, their eyes met. A hopeless look in Crocodile's eyes and a knowing attempt from Nico Robin. ,,I have the towels and tonics you asked for" her voice rang out and she placed them on the edge of the sink as she looked at the small bottles.

They were colourful bottles with oils that were both for muscle relaxation and scar healing. ,,Just leave them here," she replied after a short silence and looked back at his consumed reflection on the water. ,,Very well" she murmured and put the towels down.

In her walk, however, she paused before her eyes went back to the bottles and then to him. ,,Don't worry. The entrepreneurs will agree...otherwise I'm always here if you need me," she said, her voice cold as ever as she took the vial of muscle relaxant. Spreading the lavender-scented oil on her hands, she had made four hands appear on the tub with a simple gesture.

She felt the older man flinch slightly, unprepared for her touch. Not lifting her gaze and still standing with her back to him, she looked slightly over her shoulder.

They had never seemed further apart. She felt that he was tense but that her touch was slowly relaxing him. She felt the scars on his skin and the countless injuries they once were. She herself had her scars smaller and fine but most of the scars were inside her.

But letting him into her heart would mean that she would release her scarred, somehow survived heart. Making herself vulnerable. ,,You are too good for me Robin" he murmured and felt her hands stop for a moment.

He knew that as he approached her like a hunter they would both have to be overly careful what to say and what not to say. ,,I'm here because I want to be, Crocodile, I think these feelings are the same," she replied and he thought he heard something like understanding in her voice. An understanding of the something between them. The word and the feeling they feared.

A few moments later her hands had disappeared from your body and she was drying her hands on an extra towel. Just as she was about to leave, she tried not to let this conversation get too close, which was futile.

Suddenly she felt him holding her by the wrist, not painfully and not forcibly, just holding her. She did not want to let go for fear that she would disappear. She disappeared with the feeling of love, the feeling of security, the feeling of affection.

But he let her go and never saw fear in her eyes, just as he saw the knowledge that there was something between them. ,,I-I'll see you in your office," she said, and it was the first time she stumbled over her words.

The anger had confused her and him just as much before she walked out of the bathroom and left him in the water. What remained was the fading sensation of her touch on his body. Just stay with me, please, he thought the unspoken words, and with one last glance at the purple ring, he dived into the ice-cold water.

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[ljiljanis]

Miss All Sunday Nico Robin was so cool. I wish they didn’t change her design so much.

Absolutely!

I really like consistent dark color palette and more mature outfits she used to wear pre timskip. Her and Nami looked so distinct from one another and now there is a minimal difference in their style of clothing.

I really wish Oda kept Robin's sharper and darker design and features.

As my friend put it "She looks like knock-off Boa Hancock now"

I want a cowboy hat back 🥺

[2chin]

tried to draw alabasta arc nico robin coz i miss the cowboy hat. and i botched it lmfaooooo, ill try again soon lol

[irascible-iridescent]

Every day I miss Nico Robin with darker skin tone and cowboy hat