#one piece Mistletoe

[fanaticsnail]

SNAILLLLL MERRY CHRISTMAS (ik i'm like 3 days late but screw it the festivities are still there)

now have some mistletoe kisses (mwah)

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the air was filled with year-end festivities. friends and family chattered around you, mingling together after nearly passing a whole year. you walked through the door to the living room, when someone pointed above. mistletoe hung from above the doorway, some leaves brushing the top of your head. you looked up at it, pleasantly surprised by the decoration. your companion glanced at you, a questioning stare you all knew too well."well, better than to break tradition."<><><><><>they kissed you with ferocity you'd only seen in their battles, taking you off guard and making you stumble. an arm wrapped around you waist, stopping your fall and allowing them to slip their tongue in your mouth. lips and tongue danced in a battle for dominance, but it was clear you were on the losing side. when they broke the kiss, a string of saliva connected your lips, evidence of the passionate show of affection mere seconds before. they smirked at you, whispering in a sultry tone that promised something more,

"merry christmas, love."

Crocodile, Doflamingo, Reiju, Smoker, Shanks, Kalifa, Izo, Ideo, Who's Who, Ikkaku, Ulti, Lilith, Rob Lucci, Mihawk, Viola, Koby, Cavendish, Smoothie, Yamato, Ichiji, Niji, Yonji, Belo Betty, Kid, Sabo, Nami, Koby, King, Zoro, Loki

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they caressed your cheek with a hand, cupping it as you nuzzled into their palm. you nodded to their silent gesture, giving them permission to close the distance and skim their lips over yours. their hand guided your movements, intensifying the oscillation. their eyes closed, a low hum indicating they were enjoying the feeling of your lips against theirs. when their eyelids opened, you were met by a gaze with such profound love it made you blush like mad. they touched their forehead lovingly to your own, pecking your nose before muttering a soft sentence of,

"merry christmas, my dear."

Benn Beckman, Rayleigh, Nico Robin, Smoker, Killer, Mihawk, Wire, Law, Jinbe, Marco, Vivi, Hongo, Shaka, Hawkins, Kaku, Karasu, Okiku, Pell, Sasaki, Koza, Gaban, Kuzan, Pedro, Inazuma, Masked Deuce, Ichiji, Dragon, Vista, Iceburg, Bogard, Katakuri, Shakky, Hack, Uni, Issho

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they desperately mashed your lips against yours, tongue prodding your mouth messily. their hands pawed at whatever part of you they managed to hold as warmth spread through both your body and theirs. small moans and whimpers flowed from their lips to yours, lost beneath the fervor of lovemaking. they eventually settled at one hand behind your head and another squeezing at your ass, tapping a finger to let them lift you up and wrap your legs around their waist. once they broke off with a gasp, you saw how their eyes were blown wide, cheeks tinted a bright red as they panted inches from your equally as red face. a rushed stream of words was spoken out in one breath,

"merry christmas, sweetheart."

Sanji, Paulie, King, Buggy, Law, Rosinante (Corazon), Ace, Shachi, Izo, Page One, Boa Hancock, X Drake, Bartolomeo, Tashigi, Monet, Doflamingo, Koala, Koby, Baby 5, Penguin, Heat

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they giggled as they peppered kisses to your face, their joy contagious as you quickly found yourself laughing as well. their hands never left your cheeks, squishing them and relishing in their feel. when they saw your squished face, they laughed harder before planting more pecks and kisses on your face and lifting you up. they held you close to their warm chest, snuggled up to share both body heat and delight. giddiness accompanied their steps, a light melody hummed to further the glee. skipping to their favorite place, they held you close, jumping higher at elevated spots to gift the thrill of adrenaline. your screams of exhilaration served to bring more joy and pleasure in their hearts, causing them to scream and laugh alongside you too. when they reached their place, their smile swelled to a grin, a chirp purposefully escaping their lips,

"merry christmas, (name)!"

Luffy, Ace, Sanji, Carrot, Rosinante (Corazon), Bepo, Brook, Uta, Koby, Thatch, Shanks, Nami, Shachi, Penguin, Koala, Perona, Usopp, Vito, Yorki

there were so many characters (i dug them up from the depths of the one piece fandom)

also i'm gonna post this (and the other drabble) later on my own blog but i need you to see this first

Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, and a wonderful new year to you Artemis 🖤.

I am literally grinning so widely while reading these. The third one has me all blushy, I hope you know. I adore a desperate and needy kiss. Picturing Barto and Heat for that one 🥹

I hope you're having a beautiful time where you are in the world, and I truly thank you for making my day all the brighter in my ask box!

[cinnamnt]

happy holidays

[spyder-fyre]

Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season!

[alinamghart]

Merry Christmas!!!

[setoangel01]

"Meet Me Under the Mistletoe..." ���👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨I absolutely love the idea of Nami yanking the cigarette out of Sanji's mouth to kiss him. The only time he wouldn't complain about it. 😅

Have a Merry Christmas! 🎄

[indialadina]

Mistletoe! My lovely idiots !! HS AU

Related work: Silly kids HowTheyMet Doodles

[gojo-mochi]

hehe 🌟 + ace please! (as u already know)

and happy holidays softy<3

Happy holiday Vota!! <3 enjoy!

Oh, you could not even think of escaping from a mistletoe kiss from Ace. He has the whole ship booby-trapped. Mistletoes are planted everywhere—on every doorway, hallway, and Christmas's lights. He even had one tied to the front of his Santa hat that he was wearing. This was a double-edged sword, though, as the other crewmates knew Ace’s only goal was you, so they did everything in their power to stop him from getting that mistletoe kiss with you. Thatch and Izou would lead you away from Ace’s path if they spot him making his way towards you.

Some of the other crewmates would catch Ace under one of his own mistletoe’s traps and pretend to ask for a kiss so that Ace would get annoyed at them. Making kissy faces and noises at Ace anytime he fell into the many mistletoes area he set up around the ship. This was his own fault, honestly, and it was fun to mess with Ace either way. However, when Marco happened to catch you under a mistletoe right in front of Ace, he threw a lazy smirk over his shoulder at Ace and gently cupped your cheek. “Guess we have to; it’s tradition after all, yoi?” Marco would never try to steal or force a kiss from you; he just wanted to rile up Ace.

And, hoo boy, was Ace riled. He almost set half the deck on fire as he blasted his way towards you and Marco, scooping you up in his arms and giving the heatest of glares to Marco. Marco puts his hands up in mock surrender and walks away, giving the two of you some privacy. Ace glares at him until he’s fully out of view, making you roll your eyes and slap at his chest to get his attention. “This is your fault, you know.” You told him matter-of-factly. Ace sputters, a blush forming across his freckled face. “Wh-what? My fault?!” He pouted at you, holding you closer to him. 

You wave your hand around, pointing at the abundance of mistletoes. “All of this? If you wanted a kiss from me, you could have just asked, you know?” Ace whined at that, “But that’s not the point! It's about the holiday spirit! The surprise! The tradition! The-” You shut him up by pressing your lips on his, pulling him in by his necklace, weaving a hand under his hat, and gripping on to his hair. Ace would deny this later if you asked him, but he let out a pretty moan when you did so, obediently opening his mouth for you. You only gave him a little taste, letting your tongue slip in for a moment and slip out again. 

You pull back on his hair as you leave his lips, causing Ace to whine like a kicked puppy again. “Was that a good enough holiday kiss for you?” You snickered at him, patting his cheek softly. Ace’s whole body starts heating up; he doesn’t answer you verbally, as he just starts sprinting back to his room. Which he did decorate, and by decorate, I mean he tacked on a bunch of mistletoes on the ceiling. He plops you down on his bed as you stare up at the monstrosity above you. “Is that even safe?” You asked him, but Ace shrugged. “We can take them down, but only after you give me just as many kisses as there are mistletoes."

The two of you were in for a long, merry night~

[shiveagit]

Corabug: Mistletoe wip + Bonus:

[fantasmafuera]

Feliz noche buena!!!! 🎄🎄🎍🎍🎍🎅x🎅

[dangaer]

really loving oc hours folks

[fanaticsnail]

Something Like That

Masterlist here, Request link and mood board here.

Word Count: 4,048

Hi everyone! This is the last x-mas fic I can push out before my time away over the holiday period interstate. I hope you enjoy reading for our boy Zoro. Thank you @sordidmusings for keeping me motivated! Merry Christmas, Anon! Just in case it peaks your interest @gingernut1314

Warnings: Fluff, Christmas, talks of battle scars, kissing, dancing

Just like all of the times you had ventured to Baratie, this time had every intention of being no more than passing time with delicious food. The floating restaurant atop a mighty ship was your favorite stop-off on your way home to Lougetown to visit with your extended family; the food’s glowing reputation almost did justice to the divine quality and the accompanying drinks were what dreams were made of. The fact that the staff was comprised of reformed pirates also held an appeal, considering your ties to that lifestyle as a skilled archer.

Bidding farewell to the vessel you had bartered onto for voyage, you heard a strange amount of merriment floating melodically from the wide fish-mouth at the bar lounge of the grand restaurant. You furrowed your brows, arching one up as curiosity held you captivated by the songs seeping to the surface with a wide array of demonstrated skill. Some vocals were sung blissfully, others shouted with no skill depicted within their throats. 

Taking deliberate steps with your bow in hand, quiver strapped firmly against your waistbelt and traveling satchel thrown over your shoulder, you sauntered to the grand doors and lobby of the restaurant to meet the matradee. He welcomed you with a broad smile, which rose to sit comfortably and warmly, peaking at the apples of his cheeks. His regular white formal garb was replaced with a deep emerald green dinner jacket, a small bushel of pointed leaves with red shimmery berries strung together by twine.

“Welcome back to Baratie!” He exclaimed with glee, “I have your usual table awaiting you.” He gestured a guiding hand to the right and indicated for you to follow his direction to the bottom of the twirled staircase.

Your confusion seemed to set in further as you took in your surroundings. The usual bare bars of the railing were ornately decorated with vines of sharpened, needle-like sprigs and small warm lights shining amongst the shrubbery akin to starlight. Your gaze was drawn upwards, noticing a small and sporadic assortment of floral clusters clinging to the roof and down the pillars of the supporting canopy. The bunches were of pale sage green, floating romantically down and arching their spindles out to grasp the pearled white flowers amongst the greenery.

As your gaze fell to rest upon the circular room, you noticed individuals joining against each other in embraces of romantic twirling and swaying. Their voices would raise to join with the tune regardless of how skilled they were to carry the tune, prompting you to raise an apprehensive smile to your lips.

“What is going on, sir?” you asked the fishman matradee as he chaperoned you to your regular table, “this all seems rather strange and unusual for a Monday afternoon, don’t you think?” Your tone of playful jest prompted him to chuckle in response, pulling out your chair for you to sit within your corner booth. Wordlessly, he took your bow and satchel while you unstrapped your quiver to disarm yourself to place your valuable items to be placed in the cloakroom.

“One of our kitchen-hands has returned to us, settling his dining debt from his time with us,” the matradee informed you, a playful twinkle drawn up to his eye, “and in celebration, we’re attempting to showcase a custom he had picked up on his travels.”

You hummed in response with a polite nod, brows raising with interest as you pulled your gaze over to view the diners amongst the crowd. Noticing jovial laughter and an uproar of cheers, you pulled your gaze to seek out its source. A young man with a straw hat atop dark loose curls immediately captured your attention, his eyes upturned and jaw hanging wide as he allowed another heartily laugh escape from his chest. His arms were hooked around the necks of two of his companions, drawing them in closer to his chest; a woman with short orange hair clutched within his right arm, while a bandana-clad man with a similar cheery expression lay gathered within his left.

Scanning over the remainder of the party members surrounding him, your eyes first drew to examine the tall, blonde companion. His hair skewed the view of his left eye, but what you could make of his right; he was a delight to look at. After holding your eyes against the blonde for longer than you truly thought appropriate, your eyes met with the final stranger of the party. His dark hazelnut orbs immediately locked on your probing gaze, bearing a protective intensity, his moss-coloured locks raised without much care as to which direction the strands fell.

As his eyes continued to hold your attention, you stared him down to reciprocate his wordless challenge. His brows furrowed briefly before a wolf-like grin rose to his lips, smirking up to the right-hand side of his face with an air of arrogance. Training as a skilled archer had drilled the practice of continual focus on a multitude of targets. This small challenge set your heart alight with a similar thrill to hunting a foe, the green-haired man not shying away from your attention and focus.

He was captivating. His air of protection and loyalty to his companions transferred without question of translation. You watched as he drew his dominant hand to fall to rest against a white blade hilt at his side, his wrist hanging limply against the handle atop the scabbard. He arched his left brow up at you and gestured with his chin, indicating to you that he would not shy away from a fight if one was to be offered to him. You arched up your brow with your own smirk, gesturing lightly with your hands over your torso and falling down to your waist; indicating you were currently unarmed.

Without breaking your gaze from his challenge, you reached your hand below the white tablecloth, shielding your hand from retrieving an item from your handbag beside you. You let out an audible laugh as you watched him fix his posture more upright, his smirk falling from his lips as his frown deepened in partial alarm. After feeling the hard object you were searching for, you raised it to no longer be obscured from view and rotated it within your hands to demonstrate how non-threatening the item was.

His face immediately dropped at his idiocy as his eyes took in the novel you were holding within your hands, closing his eyes and having a small smile rise to his lips. As soon as his eyes closed and soft chuckle fell from his lips, you relished in the knowledge that he was the first to back away from the intense wordless challenge he initiated with his eyes, indicating that you had won the small victory. 

While his eyes were closed, you fully examined his face. Eyes first shamelessly raking over his hair, trailing down and over his closed eyes and settling on his parted lips. His coy smile now completely risen against his lips held a foreign beauty, the creases of his cheeks indicating such softness was not a common occurrence. He was intriguing, someone you would have considered pursuing should you have had more time between your usual meal at Baratie and the upcoming ferry you had booked to shepherd the remainder of your journey. 

You shook your head, uncaring whether he would meet his intense gaze against yours again as you opened the pages of the novel you had begun reading on your journey out to sea, picking up where you last left off. The words whittled within the pages were of a variety of archery techniques and forms, a gift bestowed upon you by your favorite uncle - the one you held the most joy in rejoining with in Lougetown. 

A gentle cough interrupts the passage you were skimming, drawing your attention up to the waiter beside you. He placed down in front of you a seasonal beverage, the steam rising from the rim wafting towards your nose to envelop your senses with its rich, velvety and creamy scent. You thanked the waiter as he placed an accompanying biscotti beside the treat, the crumbled texture littering the small side dish with pebbles of its buttery substance. 

Reaching towards the handle, you raised the drink to your face, gently parting your lips and circling them to blow on the scorching liquid. After relinquishing your gentle blows to your particular satisfaction, you drew up the mug and took a quick sip of the contents. Immediately flooded by the indulgent flavor of the caramelized chocolate mixing with the creamy and decadent texture of the frothed milk. You sighed, breathing out your pleasure at being once again welcomed by the perfect combination of flavors offered to you at Baratie. Placing down again onto the circular, ceramic dish, you lifted your novel to continue reading from the last page you left of; blissfully ignorant or willfully ignoring the intense pair of eyes continuing to hold firm their locked gaze upon you.

“Something the matter, Zoro?” the Straw-Hat captain asked from beside the swordsman, clutching the bone of a perfectly prepared tomahawk steak within his right hand while chewing on the sinew, “you’ve been staring at that table for a long time now.” The swordsman remained quiet, not truly hearing the words spoken to him.

“”M’fine, Captain,” He mumbled. It was true, he had become entranced by the person he was currently inspecting. His bewitchment had only intensified as he witnessed your knowing and examining gaze falling to seek out the loud and joyous laughter falling in the air of the surroundings. You had to be a hunter, by the looks of you: whether it be seeking bounties, hunting animals or contesting mark-matching with the bow you allowed the fishman to leave with. 

“You sure there, Moss-Head?” Sanji taunted him, his signature smirk ruffling the temperament of the swordsman further, “you seem awfully focussed on the-... -Oh. Oh, they’re quite pretty, aren’t they?” Zoro snapped his gaze up to focus on the chef whose head was now shamelessly pointed directly at you, eyes searching your body and examining him the way Zoro was trying hard not to. 

“What of it, waiter?” he growled in a disinterested snarl. Sanji slowly dragged his gaze from your body over to face the swordsman once more, eyes darkening with a challenging intensity. 

“I think they’re very pretty, indeed,” Sanji’s exposed brow twitched in an upturned flirtatious suggestion. Usopp smirked, leaning in on his elbows to get a better view of the show Sanji was absolutely going to engage against the swordsman while Nami shook her head. Rolling her eyes, she sat back to rest her shoulders against the plush booth, tilting her head down to shield her smirk to remain hidden in her expression of amusement at their rivalry. 

“I think they’re so pretty, in fact,” Sanji snuck another glance at you, watching as you pursed your lips while turning another page of your novel, “I think I’m going to ask them to dance the next round.”

“What’d you say, waiter?” Zoro tilted his head, attempting to hold his composure and feign disinterest at the challenge. The subtle gruff anchor of his voice gave him away, Zoro winced at his own vocal tone. Sanji chuckled at the failed attempt, choosing to draw his elbows against the table and cradle his chin to rest atop his laced fingertips. 

“It’s not like you’re man enough to ask her to dance, anyway,” Sanji’s smirk rose into a broader grin, relishing in Zoro’s physical reaction of sharpening his posture to rise against the jab. The blonde chef chuckled darkly, drawing his lips to press against his fingertips before suggesting with another jab: “Someone like that looks like they’d prefer to be held in the arms of a real man, not something like you, Demon.”

“I’ll let the two of you know when I see one,” the orange-haired navigator murmured in a low tone, her voice immediately capturing the attention of the two bickering crewmates. Usopp feigned pain, clutching at his heart briefly before nodding in confirmation of her comments: both flinging their heads back in unbridled laughter at the motion. Luffy continued to remain blissfully ignorant, finally sucking at the large bone to rid the object from all edible elements of the dish while offering a small laugh of his own. Although he truly had no idea why they were laughing at that moment, he was happy his crew was getting along - to the best of his knowledge, anyway.

That was the occasion after all: merriment and joyfulness being the central point of the entire reason for this celebration. Sanji and Zoro turned back to face each other again, eyes bearing an electric intensity as they met their rival’s challenge. 

“No,” Zoro gruffly growled, his lips curling in a small snarl. Sanji arched his head to stretch out his neck, eyes closing as he felt a gentle ‘pop’ and sighing in reaction. 

“You gonna actually approach them and ask them to dance?” Sanji lazily taunted him, his smirk returning, “or am I going to get there first?”

At that final nudge, Zoro was away from the table and almost stomping his heavy boots against the polished floorboards like a chastised toddler. Sanji chuckled at the response, reaching forward to claim a portion of the confit potatoes to place on his plate. 

“I gotta know, man,” Usopp leant in towards Sanji, his broad smile rising to his cheeks, “were you that interested in them, or just wanted to get a rise from Zoro? I can never tell with you.”

“That’s my secret, Great Captain Usopp,” Sanji’s left corner of his lip curled up in a smirk with a playful glimmer in his eye returning, “I’m always interested in getting a rise out of him. Beautiful strangers are always a bonus. My favorite is when those two things are not mutually exclusive,” he chuckled, collecting an assortment of ingredients on his fork and raising the utensil up to his lips, “two birds with one stone, and all that.”

The thud of heavy boots alerted you to a figure closing the distance between themselves and your body. The thumps of the hard boots against the polished floor reverberated with a sense of danger. Patiently, with a sigh exiting your parted lips, you placed a small piece of parchment back into your novel to tab the chapter and slowly turned to look at the approaching figure. 

“Can I help you?” you asked, a bored tone with a subtle air of cautious warning befalling your cadence. As you drew your eyes up, you noticed the same intense gaze from earlier falling to meet your sat position on the table. His eyebrow seemed to twitch, indicating slight agitation as his jaw was clenched tightly shut. Cocking your head to the side, you allowed a partial softness to grace your features as you danced your eyes between focussing on each of his hazelnut orbs.

“I-, uh-,” the man was stumbling over his words, unable to string a sentence of cohesion together. He raised his hand to the scruff of his neck, pinching the flesh with his calloused hands and grimacing at his expression. 

“You?” you cooed up at him, a smirk rising once more to your lips. You shook your head, hair dancing at the small sway of movement. Your attention was once again captivated by him; the arrogant energy you had initially met your gaze with was dismantled under his apprehensive aura. 

Zoro had every intention of proving how much of a ‘real man’ he was to his crew, although not so much of a display in masculinity; but more of a need to not allow Sanji the pleasure or satisfaction of flirting with someone so enchanting as you. He was going to simply offer his hand to you, smirk in a gesture to ask you to join him on the dance floor and parade you in front of his crew. But alas, as soon as his eyes met with yours once again; he felt helpless and small under your huntress eyes.

“Well, are you going to stand there all rigid, swordsman?” you taunted, reclining in your seat and resting your elbow atop the backrest, “Or are you going to take a seat?”

Again, Zoro found himself taken aback by your direct approach. He followed your index and middle finger as you gestured to the empty seat in front of you. He shook his head a little to rid him of his prior bewilderment and then apprehensively moved to withdraw the chair to take a seat. You took him in, watching his deliberate movements in the way he sat atop the chair: every action intentional. As he sat, he offered no conversation other than broody silence. His eyes would flitter over to check-in on his prior dining companions and grimacing as his gaze was met with taunting gestures from his crew.

“Friends of yours?” you asked him, brow arched and reaching for the handle of your mug. 

“Something like that,” he uttered in a gruff tone, arms folding abrasively over his chest. You chuckled at his tone, taking a small sip from your mug and eyeing him deliberately. 

“Care to share further, or would you prefer having another wordless exchange?” you placed the empty cup back down on the dish and offered another challenging smile. He snapped his eyes back to yours and his smirk rose again to his lips. 

“They’re my crew,” his rumbly chuckle was withheld in his chest beneath his smirk, “I like half of them, but respect the lot of them.”

You hummed in response, index finger dancing atop the rim of your relinquished mug of hot chocolate. “Would you like to tell me more? I’m all ears about the ones you like and the ones you’re less fond of.”

Over the course of the next few hours, the swordsman and you would swap tales of travels throughout the East Blue and the Grand Line. Foes bested, beasts conquered and sorrows overcome: the tales of injuries you had both granted to opponents and received at the hands of them. He leant back against the back of his chair and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and hooked his fingers within the collar and hemline of his shirt to draw it back to showcase proudly to you. You felt your breath hitching in your throat at not only the physique of the swordsman, but in awe at the large healed mark slashed across his torso. You felt utterly ill-seasoned with your smaller indents of arrows and thrown dagger marks littering your shoulders. As you hooked your middle finger in your left shoulder strap and coyly revealed the small silver, healed markings, Zoro was held captivated by the marks to showcase your tales of battle. 

Enamored, awestruck and enchanted; you both held a small lilt of encaptured silence, leaning in on your forearms against the white tablecloth and gazing into the eyes of one another. Respecting your mutual combatant skill, both you and Zoro’s eyes fell half-lidded in adoration as you held each other’s undivided attention. 

The music and merriment fell into a slow tune, reflective of the seasonal tradition Baratie was attempting to celebrate with succession. Zoro was the first to break the silence between you, placing his left hand on the table with his palm up.

“Would you wanna dance?” he asked, his drawl gruff but attempting to remain polite in his request. You smiled, reaching your right hand to fall within his own, his hand immediately circling around your fingers firmly. His thumb circled over your four fingers, caressing his calloused and experienced hands over your skin.

“You don’t seem like much of a dancer, Zoro,” you commented, both rising to your feet. He drew you in close. Keeping his left hand extended upwards, and raking his right over the mid of your back to draw your torso flush with his, he uttered: “I’m not, but it seemed appropriate. Considering the holiday, and all.”

“Ah, yes. We never did quite get to discussing what all this,” you gestured with your chin, smiling at the decorations surrounding the room, “was all about.”

“I’m not really sure on the minor details,” he shrugged, awkwardly swaying you to the music, “Cap’n just said something about different traditions needing to be incorporated. Something about food, music, dancing, and decoration-...-oh. Oh, no-.”

You furrowed your brows, looking up at the roof to follow after his risen gaze. A small sprig of white, pearled flowers hung over your heads, accompanied by sage-coloured oblong leaves wrapped in ribbons of satin and twine. You cocked your head, left brow raising in curiosity at the flowers and their significance. Drawing your gaze back to the swordsman in front of you, you noticed he was stooping himself all the more closer to you.

“What are you doing, swordsman?” you questioned, halting him in his descention towards you. 

“This is one of those traditions,” he said, unlacing your right hand from his left and wordlessly asking with his eyes for permission to cradle your cheek within his palm. You looked at the hand first, then drew your eyes back up to meet his intense gaze. Smiling, you placed your cheek into his awaiting palm while holding his gaze firmly against your own. 

“Touching a stranger’s face beneath strange flowers is a strange tradition,” you furrowed your brows at him once more in curiosity.

“Kissing them beneath strange flowers,” he corrected you, leaning to join his lips immediately against your own. A small squeak fled from your lips, eyes widening as you felt the intensity falling from his chapped lips onto your own.

This was not how you pictured your return to Baratie to go at all. Sure, you had dreamed of meeting a handsome stranger and sharing an embrace with them. The stars just never aligned for you in any way that drew you close enough to share a kiss with them, only ever moments of story swapping or sharing a meal or two with many travelers accompanying you. 

You allowed yourself to become relaxed into the embrace, reaching your hands up to circle his neck below the assortment of flowers. His brows furrowed in concentration as he inhaled sharply through his nose in reaction to your reciprocation. You smiled, closing your eyes and tickling the scruff of his neck beneath your fingertips; lacing his untamed sea-sprayed locks within them. He expertly opened your mouth to taste more of your lips by angling his chin upwards against your own. A small groan rumbled within his chest, passing from his mouth to fall against your own as he continued to cradle you against himself.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from his embrace with your eyes remaining closed. You felt a small pause falling with his next actions, before you felt a warm forehead press against your own. You reopened your eyes, your half-lidded and lazy smile mirrored against the face of the swordsman you just shared a kiss with. 

Interrupting your embrace, an announcement was called over the speakers. The crackle of cables and wires sprung to life within the metal relay, alerting you with a vocal command: “The next vessel to Lougetown has arrived. All those traveling to Lougetown, report to the peer with your documents. Next vessel to Lougetown will depart in twenty minutes.”

“That’s me, unfortunately,” you sighed, eyes remaining closed but lips drawn up in a wide smile. 

“Business in Lougetown?” Zoro’s whisper rumbled within his chest. 

“Something like that,” you withdrew your forehead from its place resting against his own, “much akin to your crew, although I’m held attached by biological relation.”

“Anyone I’d know?” Zoro smirked, eyes remaining partly glazed over enamored by your small daliance. 

“I never ‘name drop’, swordsman,” you cooed up at him while unlacing your arms from his embrace, “but if you’re in the general area,” you retrieved your belongings from your table and laced your handbag and novel over your shoulder, “I’ll be at the G-5 Marine Base with my uncle for the next month for training.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” he smirked, eyes upturning to indicate his joy at the thought of meeting with you once again.

[leopardgeckoz]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Nami (One Piece), Nico Robin, Vinsmoke Sanji, Tony Tony Chopper, Usopp (One Piece), Franky (One Piece) Additional Tags: Yuletide, Mistletoe, First Kiss, Fluff, Christmas Fluff Summary:

It wasn’t anything special. Just lips against lips, quick and simple and easy and something in the back of Zoro’s mind tells him that kissing Luffy shouldn’t be this easy. But it is, so he does. He kisses him longer than two friends beneath mistletoe probably should, and when this finally occurs to him and Zoro pulls himself from Luffy, he feels his captain’s fingertips drag across his skin. As if Luffy was trying to find purchase, to gain a grip and keep Zoro close, but to no avail.

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 Luffy and Zoro are caught beneath mistletoe, and Luffy is ever the upholder of holiday traditions.

Reminder this fun little fic exists and it's the perfect time of year to read it.

[wayfinderships]

Number 3 or 8 for the kissing meme with Sanji and Panchi? :D -@gideongrovel

@gideongrovel Hello Hello Gideon! Hope you're doing well!! :D I decided to go with Number 8 for this one! The Stubborn Idiots of all time <3

[usopp-writes]

Ace's first Christmas as a Whitebeard Pirate

Mistletoe

December 8th

Stopping in a doorway wasn't safe around Christmas time on the Moby Dick. Something Ace found out on the eighth day. He was standing in the doorway to the common room, scanning the room to see where his friends were. The weather was bad outside, so the family was spread around the many common rooms around. This was the first room the freckled man was looking into and just as he spotted some familiar faces, a kiss was placed on his cheek. 

His neck cracked a little, as he snapped it to the side rather quickly and was now face to face with Deuce, who was beet red, but had a sheepishly grin on his lips. Ace felt his own cheeks turn a little red. Not because he liked Deuce that way, but it was something unexpected from a really close friend. 

"W-what was that for?" Ace stuttered, but before any answer came, someone else kissed the other cheek of him, making him blush even more, turning his gaze to see Thatch grin at him and then pointing up. Looking up, all Ace saw was more decoration, some sort of a plant, he assumed. 

"That, dear Ace, is a mistletoe." Thatch said, as if Ace would know what that meant. 

"It's an old tradition. If someone stands under a mistletoe, you can kiss them. In the old days, it was only a tradition for young marriageable women, but it slowly expanded and now it's everyone. Often, the kiss is on the lips, but out of respect and courtesy, on this ship, it's on the cheek." Deuce explained, as he saw the slight confusion on his friend's face. Ace looked at him, mimicking a fish, which made Thatch burst into a fit of laughter. 

"Gosh, I love how much we can teach you, Ace. Come, let's have a drink and play some cards." The brunette grinned. Deciding he would look out for the mistletoe around the ship, so as not to get caught again, Ace followed Thatch and Deuce for some card games and a drink. Good thing it wasn't a kiss on the lips, as this was not how he wanted to have his first kiss. Not that anyone would know that he had never kissed.

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[cookieswithay]

Drunk kisses, wholesome😌

Although I think Kidd's was my favorite. Something about teasing a hothead, I can't get enough!

Op men under the mistletoe pt 2⛄⛄⛄

Pairing: Op men x f!reader

Characters: Law, Sabo, Ace, Kidd

Tw: fluff;a few tipsy/drunk kisses

Notes: These are headcannons + short stories; Went a little overboard with Sabo and Ace; these are proofread but there may still be mistakes⛄⛄⛄

Straw hat men ver

⛄Law

Of Course Law knows about mistletoe, he's just never had any reason to care about it until this year.

It's the rest of the crew's idea to put it up and you're all surprised when Law agrees without much begging

Embarrassed because you're being embarrassing, making smoochy noises and pulling at him in front of the crew. You get rejected a lot throughout the day and you assume it's because you, penguin, and shachi made a game out of it, thinking that you're just bugging your captain the same as always, but what you don't know is he actually really wants to kiss you, but can't bring himself to do it in front of everyone while you're goofing off.

Law sits in the corner of the sub, peacefully watching his crew act a fool. You all decided to have a little Christmas party with food and a few drinks, and you're all currently dancing around, laughing at nothing and everything. He smiles softly at the view and takes a sip at his drink, some spiked eggnog that shachi made everyone get some of. He looks up when he hears footsteps approaching him, already knowing they're yours.

“Heeey captain.” You hum, a little liquor from the eggnog in your system, as you saunter over. Law just makes room for you next to him as you plop down, letting you cuddle into his side.

“ Hey. You all worn out?” He asks deeply and looks down at you on his shoulder, completely blocking out the rest of the party so he can focus on the domestic moment between you two. You hum again sleepily, the small amount of alcohol you consumed and partying all night finally catching up to you. Law figures you're about to go to sleep on him when you suddenly sit up instead.

“I almost forgot.” You say before pulling a piece of mistletoe out of your pocket. Law looks up at it before looking back down into your eyes.

“You're drunk.” He says quietly, not taking his eyes off yours. You just roll your eyes and scoot closer to him, your thighs squishing over his now.

“I'm tipsy at most and so are you, so just kiss me captain.” You whisper and law just looks at you before glancing back at the party. When he sees that everyone is still occupied he turns and takes your jaw in his hand before kissing you. You hum and follow as he tugs you into his lap, the party lost to the two of you in your own little pocket of heaven.

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⛄Sabo

Sabo knows well about mistletoe but he's never given it much thought. He didn't care when he was little and now that he's an adult, he's happy just to see you when he can in-between missions.

So neither you nor Sabo go out of your way to set up a chance to kiss each other, you're just too busy for that. Instead,Koala and Ivankov set it up for you two. Throughout the entire month they place mistletoe in different places they know you both frequent often but everytime they think you two are about to notice it, you just walk past together, chatting casually

“Koala, where are we going?” You ask, confused, as your colleague pushes your back, leading you to somewhere in the base. It was one of your rarely-taken days off and the first thing you wake up to is your friend telling you that you need to come with her. You barely had enough time to brush you teeth and wash you're face, and you're still in your pajamas because she said it was urgent.

“You'll see!” She sings, sounding a little unhinged, and continues to shove you down the hallways. You don't see why she can't at least let you walk on your own. You just sigh and look away from her so you can see what's in front of you. When you do, you see Sabo in almost an identical predicament, just down the hall, only he's being pushed by Iva instead. What they're saying can't be heard, but you figure it's also similar to your previous conversation. You almost want to laugh when you see that he looks just as disheveled as you do, obviously having been yanked out of bed this morning too.

“ Hi.” You greet him with a wave, once they finally push you both to meet in the middle of the hall, laughing a little at this weird shared scenario. Sabo looks up when he hears your voice, having had his eyes sleepily closed before, and gives you a charming smile.

“ Hi.” He replies, his voice raspy from sleep, and you both momentarily forget that you were dragged out of bed for this, just happy to see each other. You both snap out of your daze when Iva suddenly pushes him closer to you at the same time Koala pushes you, and you both almost topple into one another.

“ Would you look at that!? You two happen to be under a very special plant!” Ivankov abruptly shouts, drawing both of your attention above you, and you both finally see the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. With an eye roll, the two of you immediately laugh, not believing that this is what they woke you up for. With a sigh you look back down at Sabo who's already giving you a cheeky smile.

“Well?” He says, making you roll your eyes a second time before pulling him close to you and kissing his lips, feeling him rest his hands on your waist and tilt his head as Koala and Iva cheer in the background.

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⛄Ace

Ace didn't know what mistletoe was until he joined the whitebeard pirates, all of them telling him about their holidays spent at bars and on friendly islands. He still never really had anyone he wanted to kiss until he met you though.

He pretty much just does his best friend-borderline boyfriend thing all month, like he always does and kind of forgets about the whole December themed kiss opportunities. It isn't until Marco reminds him that he hasn't made one move to kiss or receive a kiss from you all month, and that it's about to end. So he tries to set something up, but everytime he does you both just end up laughing, throwing in playful and flirty banter that makes him forget about what he was originally doing, leaving the rest of your crew to shake their heads at how you two can't take anything seriously.

You and Ace find yourselves slumped over a table in the middle of the remnants of the whitebeard's Christmas party, drunk out of your minds. Everyone else has either turned into their rooms or fallen asleep on the deck after partying too hard. Ace just mindlessly plays with your hair, moving sections and gently running his nails past your scalp, knowing how much you like getting your hair played with.

“December went by so fast.” You muse in a tipsy haze with your cheek pressed to the table, loving the way his fingers dance through the parts in your hair. Ace just yawns and takes a sip of the cider you brought over earlier, wanting something sweet after all the hard alcohol.

“Yeah it did.” He mumbles sleepily before passing the glass to you. You take it and swirl the sparkling liquid around while thinking.

“You're supposed to get gifts on Christmas, but we didn't get each other anything. Is there anything you want?” You ask him as your eyes focus on the tiny bubbles in your glass. Maybe you can get him something the next time you guys dock somewhere.You never had the luxury of celebrating Christmas as a kid, but ever since you've joined your crew things have been better. So you don't see why you can't try and celebrate now. Ace thinks for a moment before remembering something.

“Oh yeah! I've been wanting to kiss you under the mistletoe for a while now.” He sighs honestly and leans forward onto his elbows. Your eyes widen before you shrug and nod. Usually you'd feel embarrassed if Ace were to suddenly ask to kiss you without it being a pick up line, but right now you were filled with cider and booze, and so is he. You lean forward at the same time Ace does and press your lips together softly, enjoying it for a while before pulling away a bit.

“Wait, weren't we supposed to find some mistletoe first?” You mumble and Ace just lazily shakes his head.

“Nah, it's fine.” He says quietly before placing a big hand under your jaw and pulling you into him again.

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⛄Kidd

Kidd knows what mistletoe is and has a fat crush on you, but still has to play up how stupid it all is and act as if he doesn't care.

So of course he can't make a move on you himself now after talking like that, and is forced to wait and see if you'll approach him with the mistletoe first so he can kiss you( making things hard for himself for no reason smh). You mess around and try a few times during the month, teasing him by saying “ You want to kiss me so bad it's embarrassing” or telling him that if he won't kiss you, you'll just ask someone else in the crew. He fr gets this close to banning mistletoe on the Victoria punk because of a comment about you kissing Killer instead.

He's holed up in his workshop when you approach him on Christmas day.

Kidd hears a knock on the door before hearing it squeak open. He doesn't have to look up to know it's you because the moment you step inside, you greet him obnoxiously.

“ Oh captain Kiiiiiiiiidd??” You draw out as you step inside, holding something behind your back. Kidd just grunts, continuing not to give you his full attention and you roll your eyes. You walk across the floor covered in nuts,bolts, and scrap metal before draping yourself over his shoulders. It isn't until then that he finally acknowledges you.

“What did I say about coming in here without the proper shoes on? A softie like you could easily get hurt.” He snips while he looks at some blueprints, using a dig that all the folks on this crew use with each other. You all call each other ‘soft’ when poking fun, but Kidd had taken to calling you ‘softie’ instead, which was significantly more endearing to you.

“I'm not soft, fool. I just came here to give you something.” You respond with a harmless pinch to his ear before letting go and sweetening your tone. You then pull a piece of mistletoe from behind your back and dangle it over his head, before grinning and looking at him. Kidd looks up and feels his heartbeat pick up, knowing his kiss was finally coming, but he keeps his face unimpressed.

“I thought you wanted to kiss Killer.” He grumbles like a kid, not letting you off the hook for teasing him too easily, and you roll your eyes and suck your teeth before getting off of him.

“ Are you still on about that!? Whatever, I'll just kiss someone else!” You say with a stomp, the one acting like a child now. It's Kidd's turn to roll his eyes now as he stops you from storming off. He wraps an arm around your waist and plops you onto his lap before taking your chin in his rough hand.

“C'mere short stuff.” He says lowly and squishes your cheeks to give you a kiss, the mistletoe forgotten on the floor as he gives you a lot more.

A/n: Here's part 2! Hope you all enjoyed your holidays! Thanks for reading!⛄⛄⛄

🍪taggies: @cookieswithay; @bokutosbiceps

[alinamghart]

Little bit of update on one of the sketches. Since it's Christmas season, might as well do some Christmassy delights :))