#their ship name would be booze. deal with it

[aimless-aimz]

bitches be like "booigi this bowigi that"

shut up. luigi is the malewife to daisy's girlboss. (dont shut up actually im sorry luigi has two hands after all)/hj

if you want gay people, ship bowser and KB bc they have SOMETHING going on. they both obviously are not straight (ramble in the tags about sort of why)

(i do not hate any of these ships! they are not problematic! i just like this rarepair and i think i fucking invented this lmaooo)

[raginglesbian2006]

I just read your Alastor x an overlord reader and it was literally amazing!!! I was wondering if you could do husk x an overlord reader next?

My first Husk fic! To be honest, I was hesitant to write this one since I ship him with Angel so much but I decided to give it a try anyway!

Hope you enjoy it!!

Husk with an overlord! reader

Ok, so you met him when he was an overlord as well

He, of course, beat you quite spectacularly at a game of cards. It impressed you, to be honest

Slowly, the two of you formed a friendship- him giving you some of the souls he'd win from gambling and you gifting him the finer luxuries of life, with booze, obviously.

Safe to say, both your love languages were gift-giving

So it surprised you when he suddenly stopped talking to you

You tried approaching him quite a lot, but he brushed you off, not looking you in the eye

Soon, you'd start hearing rumors about Husk selling his soul away to none other than....the radio demon

Your hands clutched around nothing. That bastard.

Seeing as he was now bound to the ever-grinning overlord, it wouldn't be until the Hazbin Hotel popped up that you were able to see your dear friend again

When you were made aware of the fact that the radio demon had started sponsoring the hotel, you knew that's where you would find Husk

And right, you were

He looked...dead. As if all the life was sucked from his being- never mind the fact that everyone in hell was in fact, not alive. Your dead heart ached at his miserable state

He hadn't noticed you when you walked into the establishment, greeted by the princess of hell herself. Your eyes stayed fixated on him, trying to get him to notice you without saying a word

Alastor materialized in front of you, his face stuck in a permanent grin

"Why, it is a surprise seeing you here, dear. Don't tell me you want to sponsor this hotel as well?"

Oh, how you wished you could punch this motherfucker. You could, it's just that you didn't want a fight to break out in front of Husk. He would probably scold you after.

"Alastor," you acknowledged him, "Rest assured, this fine establishment is all yours for the keeping. I am here for... other purposes."

Hearing your voice ring through the lobby, Husk stopped cleaning the glasses and looked at you. You were still talking to Alastor, but if looks could kill, the radio demon would've been dead by now.

After Alastor disappeared, the princess of hell excitedly introduced you to everyone, although you didn't need much of an introduction.

You approached Husk soon after and sat down in front of the bar. He didn't meet your eyes

"Husk," you greeted. He mumbled out your name in response.

The silence persisted and your annoyance grew.

"How have you been?" you asked.

"Just peachy," he replied, dryly.

"You know if I didn't care for you that much I would probably have already hung you upside down and tortured you till you spoke to me properly."

At this, Husk chuckled a little and finally met your eyes.

"It's nice to see you too"

Sensing your worry, he continued, "You don't need to worry about me. As you see, I'm doin' just fine."

"You say that as if you haven't sold your soul to the radio demon," your voice rose a bit.

Husk grumbled a little under his breath, "You don't know anything."

"Then tell me," you emphasized, "If you were that downtrodden on your luck, you could've just told me. I would've helped you out! You know I would've.

"Can we not do this right now?" Husk gritted his teeth, his angry eyes staring you down.

You huffed and relented, "As long as you promise, you're gonna talk about this with me, later." He agreed.

When no one was around, he told you about how he struck a deal with Alastor as a last resort, after having lost souls through gambling game after game. His reasoning for not talking to you about his struggles was that he didn't want to see him like that. Like he was struggling to stay afloat.

You didn't say anything. The only thing in your head was how you could help him get out of his situation now.

The rest of your day together was spent relishing in good memories, bonding over drinks, and ended with him beating you in a game of cards, again.

Before he retired for the night, you called out to him, "You know I would do anything to help you, you just need to ask."

Husk chuckled, "I know. I know. But I'm fine as long as I get to see you again."

From the corner of your eye, you saw a shadow. You turned around to see who it was, finding an empty corridor instead. You shrugged it off.

After helping Husk settle into his room and rest for the night, you disappeared with a click of your fingers.

A shadowy figure approached the radio demon. It slithered up to him and whispered to him whatever it saw and heard.

"Interesting..." Alastor's eyes lit up and his grin grew menacingly, "Interesting, indeed."

A/N: This turned out to be a whole ass fic lmao.

[matchadobo]

KIDD; fvck me like you love me

wc: 1933 summary: name finally gets vocal about her relationship with kidd, wanting more than just s3x warning/s: nsfw🔞, fem reader, smut-fluff-smut, very cute and sensual

"you catching feelings, captain?" you gazed at the shirtless redhead beside you, he's got his eyes closed and his human arm behind his head, his biceps and torso too fucking toned it drives you beyond insanity.

he opened his eyes, sitting and gazing down at you. "that so? you sure you're not breakin' first?" he got off the bed, waltzed to the bathroom without caring that he's fucking naked, and peed while looking at you in the mirror. after washing his hands, he made his way back.

"love, aye? you think you've got what it takes to love me?" he crawled back in the bed, reaching over to give you a wet kiss.

"mm-mm, it's too late, eustass. we've got to resupply and leave early tomorrow." you pulled away, but he instead planted kisses on your neck, gripping your waist closer.

"why'd i have to listen to you? i'm the captain of your ship, sugar." he murmured by your shoulders.

"come on, like i don't shut you up during sex." you got on top of him.

"you do most of the shutting up, don't you? got you all dumb over my cock." he had a firm grip on your hips, up to your waist, before he settled them on your tits. "what do you want? wanna go for round 2?"

"wanna know what i really want?" you leaned down, nose to nose and forehead to forehead with him. "i want you to fuck me like you love me."

he looked at you with stunned eyes, blinking as if it'd give him the clarity from what he just heard. "you've already dropped the hint so many times, right? why don't you come prove it, big guy?"

progress was there, but it ain't hefty. baby steps, you know eustass wasn't big on emotions. you'd notice he'd be on your side more, if not behind, or maybe act more protective by standing before you. he doesn't want to undermine how strong you are, he just wants to show you that this meathead will protect you.

he'd start holding you tighter during idle times in parties, his arms and touch would never leave you nor would his lips, you'd always find a place for yourself between his thighs.

when you're doing chores like laundry and dishes, he helps you and once you tease him about it, he'll brush off an excuse like he's bored and tells you to shut up about it. he'll even use his powers to give an extra hand. he'll even go an extra mile to help you carry stuff, brushing it off that your ass might get tired and he doesn't want to deal with it kinda shit.

and that one time, on your birthday, he even baked you a cake! with killer's help of course, but he didn't tell you that 🤫. he even got some frosting and powder on his body and shirt while handing it to you. he was the cutest thing.

instead of inviting you for booze, he'd have an intricately designed metal bouquet and will shyly hand it to you while asking you to have dinner with him at some lowkey diner on town. when you two would finish, he'd take you to the dock near your ship and dip your toes on the sea while watching the stars, moon, and entertaining yourselves with more shit you to never run out to talk about.

once it becomes too late and you two are in the mood, he'd give you a long kiss before spinning you around like the one they do in romantic movies. once you face him again, he'd wrap you in his embrace and place a kiss on your forehead. "you ready? i'll show you how the next pirate king fucks you like he loves you."

you found your saliva pooling in your mouth, hence choking, while alternating your gaze at his lustful, amber eyes. "i'm...scared?"

"that's what you also told me when we first met. seems you attract what you fear, lovely." he chuckled, letting you go before intertwining your fingers together as you two walked hand in hand on your shared quarters.

he'd start by taking your coat off, placing a kiss on your cold, bare shoulders on the way. you shivered and leaned at his touch. he then zipped down your dress, hooking the arm loops by your arms to let it slide down the floor before grasping your mounds firmly. his cold hands left you breathless as you shut your eyes.

"turn around for me, angel." he mumbled softly and you complied. he raised your chin with his index and planted a kiss on your lips, something was different about how he kisses lately. he takes his time taking your breath away with how long he wants to stay connected. he got more handsy, more on your neck, jaws, and cheeks.

your hands made its way to his clothes, slipping off his tank top and unbuttoning his jeans. he'd guide you to his raven, velvety bed while staying connected to you, swallowing your moans. once you made it to the bed, he'd let you lay down as he gets on top of you.

"ehh? doing the giving? that's a surprise, kidd." you propped yourself up by your elbows, watching him plant wet kisses on your bare body.

"mmm, wanna give my woman what she deserves." he peppered your skin with haphazard kisses and licks, making sure to stipple the surface of your torso with the prints from his lips.

"you're getting more slick with words, captain." you smiled, observing how he proceeds.

"aye. you've taught me beautiful things, sweet stuff." he met your twinkling eyes, his lips had a sheen of saliva as the tint on his lips get more smudged with each kiss on your body. "let's get this thing off, hm?" he lowly growled, biting the string of your panties and sliding it off your hips. "'s on the way."

"what a naughty captain you are." you got comofrtable, combing your fingers through his rich, ruby locks.

"you see," he pried your thighs open, nibbling at the skin just before your cunt. "i haven't gone to realize how much 'giving' is so much better than 'receiving' until i've seen you look at me with that dirty glint on your eyes, expecting to be praised and made love to." he reached over to brush his thumb under your eye. "how it begs for more and how you repeat 'please' like a dirty, little prayer when i dote on your pretty, throbbing cunt." he then placed his thumb to rub on your clit while keeping his eyes on you, he smirked seeing your face contort to a lewd pout. "and don't even get me started when you scream my name, sweetness. you sound so, so fuckin' precious."

"i'm at my fuckin' knees, my queen."

you stifled your moans with his pillows, pushing his head further in your cunt. he reached over to hold your hand, letting you bury his head on your sopping crevice.

once you were a panting, crazed, whore, he'd finally wipe off his mouth like he just had the meal of his life. he'd kiss you with the same lips that drowned in your juices, it was so dirty yet you love it so much.

he positioned himself. he rarely does missionary, he loves your ass so much he'd always be headstrung on giving you backshots. but now, he'd want to never take his eyes off you, the same with you to him. so he pressed his forehead to yours, intertwining your fingers with his, and exchanged breaths once he was fully in. you two fucked so many times but this one feels different, he feels different. he's warmer, he's more gentle. he looked into your eyes way more, he kissed you way more, and he held your hands on the way, squeezing each time you felt like you were leaving earth with his unholy manner of fucking.

"don't lose yourself too much, bunny. we're doing this all night." he planted a kiss on your cheek then on your hand after before grasping your hips and drilled into you. "you look so beautiful like this, name." he panted, throwing his head back and seeing as his styled hair get more and more disheveled. a hotter version of your lover. his eyeliner and lipstick was already smudged with all the unholy acts you two have been doing. his hair has been pulled so many times and your lipstick marks have decorated his face and body.

"y-you're too-aah- fucking good- fuck-" you slurred with each thrust, scratching on his arms as your eyes rolled at the back of your head. he's filling you up so good, so full, and he even held you tight. you were in heaven.

he leaned down, bodies close together as he slowed down his pace. connecting his forehead with yours once again, intertwined hands settled at the side of your head, his eyes looking deeply into yours. his hips rocking you back and forth, prying your legs open.

"i love you." he broke out, kissing the corner of your lips. "you're the best fucking thing that ever happened to me, you know that?"

you broke into giggles at this once emotionally constipated man that used to scowl and bark violently at you who was now inside you, at your cheeks as you felt the heat in his face get deeper, proclaiming his love for you. you pulled him in for a hug, placing a kiss on his cheek.

there was something different about his eyes. his eyes mirrors how he desires you, not sexually, but physically. he yearns to have you inside of him. too desperate to have you in his arms. too hungry to hear how you say it back to him. too hopeful to make you feel good. too lost in the pleasure of your cunt and the melody of your moans.

and he was slow and gentle. delicately fucking you yet he was so deep and so good. his breath was hot against your cheek as he panted for more. his grip was firm yet protective. his thrusts were sharp but he always studied your gaze, seeing any shift in your expression. it was a silent exchange of words with parted lips and smiling eyes. you stayed like that for a while, earnestly memorizing how each other looked under immense hypnosis of the addicting back and forth feeling. a warm, budding sensation that left knots on your stomachs.

kidd is the most, if not the only one, vocal partner you have ever slept with. he wouldn't have any shame in being so loud and letting your crew members hear how good he's feeling. but tonight, he was all about hums and low growls. he wanted to hear you more. he wanted to hear how much you wanted him. he wanted to hear how good he's making you feel. he wanted to chorus with your moans and let yours echo in his ears.

so once he was close, he placed his lips by your cheek after kissing your forehead. "do i come inside? can i come inside?" he begged, tucking hairs behind your ear. his hot breaths and guttural moans driving you stupid.

"hmm, i wouldn't mind having cute, little brats with you." you smiled ear to ear, placing a kiss on his forehead. you saw the gradual, sheepish smile that spread across his lips. "i'll be glad they'll take after their father."

this was kind of all over the place? buuut can't get started on the requests yet 🥹 shit at school are piling up again

[tokkias]

dancing in the marbled moonlight ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: Natsu can name a million things he would rather do than dance at some stuffy party but somehow all it takes is Lucy (and seeing another man's hands on her hips) to make him change his mind. ao3

Nalu Week 2024 Day 7: Dance/Jealousy

The sound of the brass band bounces off the marble walls and ceiling of the grandiose ballroom. It’s been a while since Natsu has been to the royal palace, and it’s kind of a miracle that they’ve been allowed back given his history, but regardless of their recklessness, Fairy Tail and their members are still highly regarded by the royal family. That’s how they find themselves back here, as guests at an annual ball held in the heart of Crocus.

It's not really Natsu’s vibe, what with the stuffy clothing, the uptight rules, and the boring dances, but what is his vibe is the endless food and booze that is provided by the best chefs in all of Ishgar. The company is good too, as he gets to mingle with some of his friends that he hasn’t seen in far too long, but everyone who approaches him knows where his priorities lie tonight. He’s under strict no-destruction orders from Erza, which he is more than happy to follow as long as the food keeps coming.

“Are you just going to sit here stuffing your face for the rest of the night?” Comes Lucy’s voice--the only thing that can seemingly pull him out of his food-induced trance.

Wiping away some stray sauce with his sleeve, he looks up at her to find her standing over him, her hands on her hips, where flowing waterfalls of pink fabric fall to her feet.

“Yeah? What else would I be doing?”

“I don’t know. Mingling? Dancing?” She suggests.

“Nah, I’m good,” he dismisses.

Clearly, his response is not what she had been fishing for when she lets out an exasperated huff in response.

“Geez, are you really making me do this?” She asks, and he only replies with a quirked eyebrow in confusion. “I want to dance. I’m asking you to dance with me.”

He looks at her puzzled for a moment before he glances over to the dance floor. It’s not like the type of dancing they get down to back at the guild hall—this is that fancy ballroom shit. Everyone is sweeping across the floor in poised movements that feel incredibly rehearsed, unlike the laid-back, borderline chaotic dances of Fairy Tail that begin as dancing and end in moshing. He can imagine Lucy on that dance floor, with her everlasting elegance and grace, but it’s not really his thing, and he doesn’t know how to do it.

“No thanks,” he repeats.

He can’t imagine any of that being fun, and he can think of a million better ways to embarrass himself and Lucy in front of all these people, so he doesn’t entertain the thought for any longer than it takes to shoot her down. He does feel a little bad when she sees her expression falter for a second into something that looks like disappointment, but he can’t really imagine she was that eager to dance with him like that in the first place, so he doesn’t pay it much mind.

“Fine, I’ll find someone else then,” she says with a huff.

He doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal, but his brows still knit together in confusion as she walks away. He tries not to dwell on it for too long before he’s back to what he really came here for.

Palace food, he finds out, is not unlimited. Though the kitchen staff cooked enough to feed a small army, what they don’t realise is that the guilds may have the numbers of one, but their appetite exceeds it, which leaves Natsu waiting pathetically at the banquet table for the staff to bring out more food. He quickly learns there’s not much to do when he’s not stuffing his face because everyone else has already settled into their place. Groups have already formed, and conversations have been firmly established. For a moment, he considers taking Lucy up on her previous offer because there’s simply nothing for him to do right now, but she’s long gone into the midst of everything.

With Lucy lingering in his mind, he scans the ballroom for her. If she hasn’t found a partner yet, then maybe she’ll accept his late agreement, but those hopes are quickly dashed when he spots her curled blonde updo and silken pink dress twirling across the dancefloor.

She’s with some guy he doesn’t recognise—either a member of another guild or maybe a staff member of the palace—but whoever he is makes Natsu uneasy. He’s got his fingers intertwined with hers and his hand resting comfortably on her waist, and it makes his stomach bubble up with this weird feeling that he can’t name but certainly doesn’t enjoy. Lucy doesn’t like it when guys touch her waist—something she has made incredibly clear to him and any other guy who has tried—but for some reason she doesn’t look like she minds it when this guy does it.

He can see the smile on her face and hear her laughter as they twirl around the floor together.

He knows he should be glad she’s having a good time, but something about it makes him feel ill. It ruins his appetite, and by the time the food comes out, he doesn’t really feel like eating.

He tries to look away and drag his mind elsewhere, but it’s like a train wreck that he can’t take his eyes off, no matter how much it hurts him. His heart squeezes and twists painfully in his chest, but in this moment, he has become a glutton for punishment. He watches them step and sway as he tries to figure out why it hurts him so much because it’s just a stupid dance. It’s a stupid, boring dance that he couldn’t do anyway, even if he tried, but for some reason he suddenly wishes he hadn’t been so quick to brush Lucy off when she had asked, because now seeing her do it with someone else makes him want to be the one dancing with her.

He wonders how mad she would be if he marched up to her and told her that it was his turn now, but realistically, he knows that’s going to get him the opposite of what he wants, so he continues to sulk into his empty plate.

When rounds of seconds come out, he’s not as enthused about it as he thought he would be. It’s not as much of a distraction as he expected, his gaze continually flicking up to check on Lucy in a repeated moment of self-punishment. She looks like she’s having fun, and he wants to be happy for her, but he’s still kicking himself that he’s not the one out there having fun with her. He picks at his food half-heartedly in self-pity. Sure, the food is good, but he wonders if it was really good enough that he dismissed her so flippantly.

He's never been one to regret food, but if there’s one person who could make him feel bad for choosing food over them, it would be Lucy.

He doesn’t know how to dance all nice and fancy like that, but Lucy probably wouldn’t care because she’s nice like that. She wouldn’t laugh at him or care if people stared; she’d be patient and kind until he got the steps right, and then they’d twirl around the room and make total fools of themselves. It’s not something that seems fun to him, but he thinks it would be fun if he were doing it with Lucy.

He watches her as the night progresses and she moves from partner to partner with new faces who are more than willing to indulge her in her night of dancing. He probably looks a little creepy to onlookers, but there must be some horrible vibe radiating from him as he lurks because no one seems to bother him. He’s trying his best not to be weird about it, but he’s waiting for some sort of lull to approach her because he knows Lucy, and he knows that interrupting her nice dance with some other guy is only going to reward him with a swift Lucy Kick.

When a lull finally occurs and she’s left wandering the outskirts of the dancefloor, he takes this chance and makes his way over, drawing her attention when he brushes his hand against her own.

“Natsu?” She says, and he can see the surprise in her eyes and hear it in her voice. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you were going to eat all evening.”

“I want to dance,” he says, but his voice is little more than a mumble, and she doesn’t have quite the hearing that he does.

“What?”

“I want to dance with you,” he repeats, louder this time.

She meets him with a look of confusion and mild bewilderment at his request.

“You said you didn’t want to earlier,” she replies.

"Yeah, well, I changed my mind,” he tells her.

The way he says it with a pout forming on his lips, he probably sounds like a little kid, and he feels it too. It feels a little bit embarrassing going back on his word like this after she had already asked him to dance with her and he had dismissed her so flippantly, but he knows when to swallow his pride, and he feels right now is the right time.

She looks at him with confusion, a hint of scepticism behind her eyes. She doesn’t answer immediately, but when she does, it’s not exactly what he wants to hear.

“Why?”

He hesitates for a moment because it’s hard to admit that he was wrong to reject her in the first place, but he knows he has to swallow his pride to get what he wants.

“Because it looked like you were having fun, and I wanted to have fun with you,” he confesses.

“If you wanted to have fun with me, why did you say no the first time?”

It’s a little frustrating having her interrogate him like this when she could just say yes, but he supposes he brought this on himself by not saying yes in the first place.

“Because I thought it looked boring,” he answers candidly. “And I don’t even know how to dance like that anyway.”

His gaze flicks away in light embarrassment as he adds that last part, but with the quick glimpse he catches of Lucy’s face, he sees her expression soften.

“I can teach you,” she says, her voice sweet like honey and making his heart tighten in his chest.

Of course, she would. Kind, sweet, patient Lucy would teach him how to dance even after his prior flippancy about it. Not everyone was patient with him, but Lucy was, even when he was grumbly and difficult. She had been with him through thick and thin, and now here she was, teaching him how to dance, because her love was not conditional to the battlefield.

“Take my hand,” she begins. “And then put your other hand on my waist.”

His fingers interlock with his as her other hand guides his to her waist, where it sits comfortably in the little dip before her hip. She brings her hand to rest on his shoulder, and that’s the moment he realises just how close together their bodies are. He feels warmer than usual, and he can hear his heart thumping so loud in his ears that he almost wonders if she can hear it too. If she does, she makes no mention of it.

“I’ll lead,” she simply tells him.

His brows furrow together in concentration as he stares down at their feet, trying his best not to step on her toes. It takes a bit to get the movements down, but it’s not as hard as he thought it would be. He steps where she steps, following each movement she makes, leading them across the dance floor.

Even when the steps become muscle memory, it takes him a while to look up at her while they dance. He’s worried that he’ll step on her feet, for one, but his face feels awfully warm from being this close to Lucy, and it makes him feel a little self-conscious.

He’s never cared about what other people think about him, never cared about how people perceive his appearance or behaviour, but he cares what Lucy thinks of him. If there was anyone he would try to make himself look nice for, it would be her. He doesn’t know what it is about her because she’s seen him at his lowest, his worst, and his downright grossest, and has never done anything but adore him, but he still wants to be his best for her. He doesn’t want her to think he looks silly because dancing with her is making his cheeks flush, and he doesn’t know why.

He's had the steps down for a good while before he finally musters the courage to look up and meet her gaze, and any worries about himself dissipate when he sees her smile. She looks like she’s having the time of her life dancing with him, and gods, he feels he is too. Yeah, he still feels like this whole dancing thing is kind of dumb, but it doesn’t matter how he feels about it because Lucy’s having fun, and that means he’s having fun.

With a bit more confidence gained, eventually he is the one leading, with Lucy following his steps and letting him take them wherever he may. He does it with less grace than she does, but if that’s something she cares about, she doesn’t say anything. She giggles and squeals when they turn a little too fast, and with his newfound confidence, he uses the momentum to twirl her around, which seems to catch her off guard. He catches her before she can lose her balance too much, but she’s grinning ear to ear over it, so he doesn’t think she’s about to complain.

In that moment, everyone around them seems to disappear, and he pays no mind to the looks they might be getting. He has no time to regret not doing this earlier because he’s too busy enjoying himself in the moment. Dancing is fun, he discovers—or perhaps more accurately, being with Lucy is fun, but he already knew that. He supposes he wouldn’t mind doing it more often if it meant he could be chest-to-chest with her again.

She doesn’t split off from him the way she has her previous partners. They twirl around in their own little world until the crowd thins out and the moonlight streams in through the palace windows. Their movements become less refined as the evening grows into night, but given they’re the last left on the dancefloor, there’s no one but the musicians to watch them fumble. Even when he makes a misstep, Lucy only laughs, and they keep going. They dance only until she tires and complains her feet hurt, which leads her to leaning against him to keep herself up. Perhaps in another time he would have pretended to complain about it, but as his hand slips around her waist to hold her up, he thinks he doesn’t want to risk losing it, so he keeps his mouth shut and lets her lean her head on his shoulder.

They walk back to the inn like that, Lucy toddling along at his side with one hand on her waist as he carries her shoes in the other. He takes it as the good deal that it is, because if there had been more alcohol at the event, he fears she would be making him carry her back.

When they make it back to the inn, she flops down onto his bed, not bothering to walk the extra few steps to make it to hers. He doesn’t mind. When she finally rolls over, she flashes him a smile, and in that moment, he considers himself the luckiest guy in the world.

That, of course, doesn’t stop him from disrupting the moment.

“You didn’t tell me you were good at dancing,” he says, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

She smacks him on the arm, and it elicits a howl of laughter from him. After a night of elegant dancing, this is more the Lucy he knows, and he really wouldn’t have it any other way.

[charkyzombicorn]

Well fuck Dragon! Au where he tries that bias bullshit on Crocodile and gets kicked in the dick for it while Crocodile just leaves with their son. Au where Luffy is the prince of Baroque Works and Robin is his bodyguard/best friend

I'm so sorry I lost this in my asks!!!

I saw that SBS that said Croc would spoil his kids rotten and yes definitely absolutely also timeline what timeline anyway

Croc left the RA when Luffy was abt 2 months old, Iva didn't want to directly betray Dragon so they started the half level in impel down and was down there for a while monitoring comings and goings and conveniently missing every letter their vice monarch sent abt Croc being stashed away on Peachy Island - he didn't Need need to but sailing on his own with an infant would be rough especially since most of his contacts were also connected to Dragon (and not completely coincidentally on Dragon's part) so he would be sailing alone. Peachy Island is also where he meets Bon Clay (13-14 at the time) and he becomes something of a son to Croc.

Croc and Luffy spend 3-ish years there before Croc decides he's not in fact done playing with fire and he wants to be a warlord so he can be a pirate with a respected home territory to keep Luffy and also because staying still so long made him Itch. Luffy spending 3 years surrounded by people with a bit more focus on vanity and identity mixed with being raised by Croc does mean that Luffy gets a sense of style! Croc does not allow jorts in his house :( so Croc forms a small crew with Daz (afab went to peachy Island to fight Ivankov for testosterone got a found family is still on the quest for T), Zala (Old Old contact I'm aging her up 20 years because reasons. She knew Croc back when he was still on Whitebeard's ship and is one of the few that doesn't care at all abt the RA), Bon Clay (Croc was hesitant to bring him but he could more than hold his own Croc made sure of that), Drophy (left Amazon Lily because she fell for a man but then she killed him teehee she was on Peachy Island for groceries mostly) and Galdino (his sister's trans and lives on Peachy Island he visits her and her kids sometimes)

They set out, Croc making a massive name for himself mostly by accident (he likes planning things but he can't help being cool) but then the marines strike a deal - if he can remain an active pirate while being targeted by the other warlords for 1 year then they'll give him the warlord title (it was harder to become a warlord back then) so Croc says deal but then secretly gets Garp to pick up his grandson, says in no uncertain terms that if Luffy gets mistreated Garp will never see him again and Garp humors him mostly but still agrees and takes him to Dawn. Meanwhile the hunt begins, the only current warlords are Mihawk, Doflamingo and Moria and Croc manages easily enough by seducing two of them and beating the stuffing out of Moria thrice. He only wanted to keep Luffy away because he didnt trust any of the warlords to not do any research and find his glaring weakness. Also because Garp had been nagging him for years to let him see his grandson (Crocodile doesn't like the seperation, he's very clingy in an Italian way)

So Luffy lands on Dawn, immediately calls Shanks crusty and says he smells like if you soaked a sock in booze, Shanks thinks he's the funniest little guy ever. All the Shanks stuff happens, then Croc comes back for his kid only for Garp to pull a fast one (and by fast one I mean he told Dragon abt Croc and Luffy and Dragon decided to fuck with the groundwork Croc was laying in Alabasta so Garp could hide Luffy better this was not coordinated the Monkey family is just rude) so Croc had to turn right back around to chase Dragon away and Garp threw Luffy up the mountain (Luffy knows his dad's coming back for him but he doesn't know how long it'll take since his dad's only late when something bad happens and he eavesdropped that what his dad was doing was dangerous. Ace asks how Luffy knows his dad isn't dead, Luffy doesn't have an answer)

While Croc is away he finds Robin and takes her in

By the time Croc can get back to Dawn Luffy has 2 brothers and a sister and Croc decides Dragon and Garp keeping him from his kid means he has full rights to take the three new ones also

When he starts Baroque works the kids are called the Wani's (after bananawanis because they're as cute and also as vicious as them to Croc)

[hils79]

Hils Watches Only Friends - Ep 2

Honestly not sure who I'm more envious of. Yo and her boyfriend are both so cute

Is Boston going to be the one who catches feelings? Or maybe he's in love with Top which is why he isn't keen on their relationship

Sand might be my favourite character. He's right! Public confessions/proposals are the worst

Mew has a competence kink. Relatable.

Can't decide if Boston is trying to sabotage their relationship or if he's looking out for Mew because Top is actually a dick.

Unrelated to the plot but I'm amused that whenever I liveblog a GMM drama I always refer to everyone by their actor names at first until I learn their characters. I think I've got the main group sorted in my head now.

Someone really needs to talk to Ray about his drinking problem

Oh, I guess Mew just did

I mean he's not the only one

I will be so amused if all of the usual ships end up with other people. Like Khaotung/Book, Force/Neo, which I guess leaves Mark/First which I don't really see but the others would work.

Oh, excellent, their one female friend is also queer. Love it.

Oh, look, Sand and Nick know each other. Maybe my theory isn't that wild

OH MY GOD THEY'RE ABOUT TO BECOME ROOMMATES

I love Mew. They could have so easily made him this naive romantic who gets swept up by Top's bullshit but he's very clear about what he's getting into and what he wants (or doesn't want)

Oh, sweetie, you're in a drama. Everyone has secrets.

Apparenty selling booze to minors is less of a big deal than selling drugs to minors

Oh my god this is like a fic trope. Actually I did read a fic recently where someone hired someone to be their friend (and obv they later fell in love)

Ah of course Ray has childhood trauma from seeing his mum die

Wow they've been fake friends for like an hour and they're already smiling and laughing together

Oh no is he starting to have feelings already?

Well, I'm not exactly surprised by this development

These two just jerked each other off but when they sat up their underwear was miraculously on and in place

He said the words in english and they still censored the subs. I'm having flashbacks to Kinnporsche when Vegas said fuck in English and subs said fudge.

Are you sure about that? I was just being very asexual and thinking being horny all the time the way Boston is sounds exhausting.

More childhood trauma I see.

If you're going to snuggle anyway to help Top sleep why don't you just use the bed. He's only on the couch because you didn't want to sleep together

Thank you for saying all genders

I do not fine smoking attractive at all but sometimes it's hot when it's on TV

Well that happened way sooner than I was expecting

[minban]

"why don't you travel with me for a while~" laughing, the redhead takes off Boothill's hat from him, just so that she can try it on, studying her reflection in the window of the shop nearby. she could, of course, move on and pretend nothing happened. but, why would she, when he's so fun to be around?

"there's plenty of booze on my ship!" Mya adds, taking out her phone to direct the front camera towards both herself and this sweet, sweet Devil by her side, making sure to strike the most brilliant pose for the pic she is about to snatch of them. "and don't worry about money! I gain enough from commissions to sustain us both just fine."

that sounds a little bit dangerous, doesn't it? referring to herself and the Ranger in plural, yet a part of a whole. it's slipped before Mya has had the time to take it back. who knows? maybe, the loneliness isn't always the most desirable option. maybe, she likes hearing his ramblings and laugh and maybe she likes it when someone dotes on her. is it such a punishable crime for a girl to like being called sweet names every now and then?

@furiaei

boothill watches in amusement as his hat is taken from him to adorn the head of mya, painting her as the picture perfect image of what a cowgirl should look like. it is not a perfect fit, the hat looking a little too big for her, and it makes such a darling sight that he cannot help but to grin as he places his hand on top of her head, bending down to fit into the frame of the photo. he strikes a pose with much of the same flair as mya and laughs as he sees their striking visage. the hat is taken from mya's head as he stands back up straight, allowing it to drop back onto his head as he regards his new traveling companion. because that's what she is, isn't she? someone to call his very own partner in crime, taking down the evil baddies of the universe, to stand as his side as they evade bounty hunters and soldiers chasing them down, fleeing hand in hand with their laugher chiming in the wind.

"heh, you strike a mean bargain. can't say i'm all that surprised that you've got yer own stash of booze stowed away on that ship of yers. afraid that's a deal i'm not willin' to turn down." sharp teeth are displayed when he smiles, grinning so hard that it stretches the synthetic skin his face is made of, pulling back so a little more teeth shows than normal humans are capable of. in times like these where he meets such a spectacular woman who does not mind that he no longer human save for his soul, he does not care to sequester his joy away, hiding it so that he appears a little more palatable to a normal audience. "no need to bring up money either, darlin'. i got a whole load stashed away on my ship and inside even inside these 'ere pockets. probably would last me for a good couple of months, so i think together we're pretty set."

even if they did not have the funds, boothill has no doubt in his mind that they would be able to manage themselves just fine. what's stealing a little bit of money from a big corporation anyways? they both have the experience, and boothill sees the thrill in their endeavor where it is due, earning their touch of fun as they bring ships and buildings and entire networks crashing down. sometimes, he feels like they do it for the heck of it. he's certain that this is what mya is in for, a fun time. and he can't blame her either, he has a blast when they are joined hand in hand laughing away as those corporate bottom feeders and higher ups alike scramble in the wake of their destruction.

galaxy rangers usually travel solo, and yet he does not shy away from the company that this one woman offers. it is a sweet little deal, packaged in a feisty firecracker of a woman who holds know qualms about holding a raging torch to a man who gets in her way, setting them aflame as they burn and scream and cry for mercy. there is solace in that, knowing that her concept of destruction is much in the same as his, that she will show no compassion to those who do not warrant their grace. no, he thinks he will quite enjoy her company, finding that she is a well desired break to his solitude, giving him the companionship he has long deprived himself from. why should he deny himself of this woman when she offers herself so sweetly, so casually, placing herself within his arms reach, a whirr away from resting against his chestplate, a phantom warmth mere inches away. "y'know. i think i've said this before, but i quite like you, sweetheart."

[soft-mafia]

Not Buggy simping for once but I am looking at your oc like the stupid little bisexual that I am and I am looking oh so very respectfully and I am so polite and I am not even trying to steal her away from the captain please captain put me down I did not stare at her bad okay, her bippedy boobedy boobas, her massive ockers on purpose I promise.

But real talk I like her. She cute. Would love to hear more lore if you ever have the energy

HAHAHAHAHA😭Buggy has to deal with people trying to snatch his girl from him 24/7 he’s used to it at this point.

But dw she’s as much as a simp as we are for him❤️(and as Boa is for Luffy😭)

Sorry if this seems really obsessive and is way too long or whatever but It’s so common for me to make so much lore whenever I make an oc specifically to ship with a canon character (I have ideas that could literally be a novel franchise for my Hisoka oc ugh) the tism in me just gets way too ahead of itself tbh and whenever someone is like “ooh tell me about them :D” I literally go crazy.

Veteran one piece fans, please let me know if any of this goes against one piece logic, I’m still really new to the fandom and this is a new oc too, so if I need to change anything/get rid of a piece of lore then please let me know😭

So if you haven’t seen my latest info post on her name is Ivyeri(pronounced Ivory) VanHelsing, she ate the stitch stitch fruit which is a mythical zoan fruit that’s a Frankenstein/Monster type.

This devil fruit her replace her body parts with quite literally anything, she can use whatever she replaces her parts with like it’s apart of her body; she often puts weapons on her body, and into her body as well.

In Impel Down, she lost her leg from severing it to get out of her chains so she had to replace it with the wolf leg.

Whenever Ivy takes off a body part, since it’s not connected anymore her brain can’t control it, so it becomes sentient. Since the parts she can control are determined by if her brain can connect to them or not, this means if her head is completely served her entire body can become sentient as well. Whenever Ivy does this(usually when she’s using her full body weapon suit which I haven’t drawn yet) she keeps her headless body sedated in a tank.

SO, on to her entire story and how she meets Buggy(under the cut if you’re interested bc it’s super long oof) warning for me rambling and on going sentences bc I wrote some of this on my break.

I created a town that she lives in, it’s a really corny name that I don’t feel like saying bc I’m gonna get roasted for it😭but, it’s located on a desolate island, literally nobody knows it even exists and the people who accidentally come across it just leave bc they’re so freaked out. Buggy and his crew see the island in the distance and he thinks “another town to pillage hehe” however, upon arriving there and making a flashy✨ entrance he’s met with the towns people just staring at him with dead glares in their eyes. Buggy and his is obviously freaked out, so he just tells his crew to just stock up on food and booze before getting the hell out of there.

Ivy sees him when he arrives and immediately falls in love, love at first sight. She wants to approach him but is too nervous and thinks her appearance will scare him away(she thinks her stitches make her ugly and grotesque). So Ivy comes up with the idea of moving some signs around to lead Buggy into getting lost in a graveyard. It works and when Buggy is lost in the maze of gravestones, Ivy appears behind him, sitting on a grave and subtly flirting with him, thinking that the heavy fog of the town obscures her appearance.

Buggy can clearly see her, but he has seen crazier people in his time of being a pirate so Ivy’s stitches don’t even register in his head bc he’s too busy panicking over getting lost in a graveyard and now some lady is talking to him?

They talk, flirt with each other, Buggy obviously letting her inflate his massive ego, Ivy offers to lead him out of the graveyard(even though she’s the one who led him there in the first place). Ivy leads Buggy back to his crew. One of the pirates accidentally bumps into her and she face plants right into Buggy’s chest and they have this “ooo accidentally falling right into your crush’s arms🥰” moment before it’s ruined by her wrist coming off and holding onto Buggy’s shirt when she pulls away. They’re both freaking out, Ivy apologizing profusely while trying to take her hand back.

Buggy screamed only for a moment before being like “This girl can take her body parts off too?!” And he falls in love and (politely)demands her to join his crew(not because he wants to bang her immediately or anything..) after that they’ve been together for 8 years🥰

She doesn’t really have a prevalent role in the orangetown arc, however she does take control of Buggy’s crew after he’s bazooka-ed to a whole other island.

While Buggy was presumably pronounced dead by his crew, Ivy strayed away from them to mourn by herself, which meant she didn’t get kidnapped by the cannibal tribe(she didn’t care about Buggy’s crew at that point since she thought he was dead) however, when Buggy came back with Alvida, Ivy was even more heartbroken than she was when she thought he was dead.

K so I kind of ripped off one of my own fan fictions with this part of her story, I just thought it would’ve been good character development for her so if you want the basics of what happens, here’s the fic.

Ivy breaks up with Buggy bc she thinks he’s cheated on her, or is going to cheat bc Alvida is literally gorgeous. After that, she leaves the Big Top and devises a plan to make a name for herself and become a fearsome solo pirate just to make Buggy jealous and show him that she’s doing just fine without him.

Overtime she becomes extremely brooding and even more colder than before; each one of her accomplishments are fueled by anger and jealousy. Over time she convinced herself that Buggy had forgotten about her and moved on with Alvida which fueled her to succeed even more.

Which, she did succeed, but she got way more than she wanted to. After an accidental conflict with the marines, she ended up getting a Impel Down level 5 worthy bounty.

Buggy and Ivy don’t directly interact much during Impel Down and Marineford bc both of them think that the other hates them/forgot about them, but when they do reunite they start this dynamic where the two of them are trying to look cool/badass just to get the other’s attention(Also, Ivy’s severed leg I mentioned earlier, it somehow found Buggy on level 2 and he’s been keeping it from her the entire time).

The entire time, Buggy didn’t know why Ivy broke up with him, he thought that she broke up with him bc of his “ugly red nose” and cried for months. Everything reminded him of Ivy. He hoarded all of her old clothes that she left behind and used one of her old tops as a pillow case.

They finally get back together during the cross guild, Ivy joins alongside Crocodile and Mihawk. When she sees the way that the two men beat and abuse him over everything she gets pissed off and vows to protect Buggy at all costs, leading to them having a heart to heart, finally talking things out and getting back together again.

I have more lore with her but it involves other ocs I’ve made for one piece and it doesn’t really add to her relationship with Buggy loool

I have another oc I’m not sure about adding to her lore since idk if this is already an existing character in One Piece bc he’s vaguely mentioned in canon, but Davy Jones is her father and had the same fruit as her when he was alive. They’ve never met.(This is an excuse for me to make a goth dilf)

More facts about her!

-Ivy is a weaponsmith, she makes weapons for herself and Buggy’s crew(when she was apart of it)

-She’s 5’9, 27 years old before the timeskip and 29 years old after

-Ivy likes collecting bones.

-Ivy has a pet cat named Princess who was Richie’s biggest opp. Before the time skip he was the same size as a regular house cat, but currently he’s the size of a Liger.

-She stole Alvida’s old ship when she left the Big Top and customized it to fit her vibe

-She stole a manticore from Impel Down, adopted it, and named it Buggy Jr.

-She also adopted a giant frog and named it after Buggy as well

-A week after the breakup Ivy tried to make a replacement Buggy by digging up a recently deceased guy and playing Frankenstein(using a toy ball as a replacement nose). Things didn’t work out when the guy regained his memory and reunited with his wife.

-As a pirate, people call her by her last name. No relation to the actual Van Helsing though I just thought the name sounded cool.

Her playlist:

[luneevenfall]

OC BIRTHDAY, MORAG!

Art by me

Say hi to my nonbinary lesbian pirate, Morag! (she/they) Their name is a Xenoblade reference, but actually I picked it bcuz it is a name that means "star of the sea". Literally can't get more fitting :D

Morag is a pirate as stated, but only insofar as she can get booze and women. She's a bottomless pit for alcohol.

Essentially her backstory is that she lost her original crew to (insert redacted disaster) and was alone for a while.

Because she had a lot of enemies as a wanted pirate, many people came for her throat; mostly women, because of her known fondness for them (lol).

For reasons unknown (or perhaps sheer luck) she never died, instead inviting her would-be assassins to join her on the seas; and most of them agreed.

This includes Melia(haha Xenboblade reference go brr), a sea nymph in disguise who sneaks onto her ship to kill her. However, unlike the rest of the women who have tried, Melia knows what Morag's deal is - she is protected by the sea gods, and Melia is in this to kill them out of spite.

Their story is basically slapstick comedy antics of Melia's many failed assassination attemps as Morag, who is dumb as a door, has no idea what's going on.

NEXT BERFDAY: AUGUST 5TH

[starlightsmoon]

[Read at Ao3]

List of poor souls he’s gonna suck some money out of? Check. Excuses of being from some relative of the Toghrul that hit it off with their bird rearing business? Check, he’ll be able to recite the lines in his sleep. Clothes? Simple black shirt that took half of his savings - Oh how he sacrificed for the minimalistic rich aesthetic - He looks like those guys who’d get those mova globes as a toy when he was five. (He had sticks, pieces of glass he called crystal and a pet rock.)

He didn't have it in him to feel bitter about that anymore though. He slurped on way too many pumpkin spice lattes for that.

The birdbrain he’s gonna be swiping from might never have had it before. Gotta pity them for never having a sugar bomb corporate cash grab.

Oh he almost forgot, hair? Looks fancy enough to him. Giving the bristles another swipe in front of the hand mirror dangling from his apartment door and swiping the keys from his beloved plant soldier, Nuggets. 

-

His mark looks as tired and anxious as always, swirling - well, trying to. Obi still can’t believe the guy has a gold bar as a door stopper - the vodka in his hand and though it kinda turns into more of a disturbance to the liquid relief in the cup.

“Hey there.” What was his name again? Oh well, it’ll slide off his tongue eventually. 

The man had been a loser who was probably a bit more into feet than he should be, and had been dabbling in drugs that Obi doubts the guy can actually live after intaking. He’s drank quite a couple of drinks with him for the past months. Hell, the man has made Tuesday be labeled as ‘drinking for the money’ day in his calendar - He kinda admits, even with his totally admirable work ethics, that he loathes Tuesdays now - to his dismay, Torou said she’d love to take it over from him if he didn’t want it. And though he really doesn’t wanna hear any more mommy issues and glorification of drug addiction, he’ll get through it.

“Oh hello Nanaki.” 

He was surprised when Mr. Foot Stuff actually was sober enough to remember his name, but today was special so he’ll give him some props, he normally dialed him when he was down to half a brain and third of manners and a non-existent filter about how much chipped toenails have a charm.

Obi gets seated in the stool next to him - lets the man order fucking champagne for him without his input - and puts his honey filter on. He normally gets lazy with this guy but he’ll have to be on high alert, can’t let him get any second thoughts after all.

“So regarding what we talked about-”

-

-God he’s got the sweetest deal of the century, he’s gonna be ordering those fancy ass kaleidoscopes just you wait.

-

If he survives this, he’s gonna buy Torou a ticket that shitty boy band concert and he’ll make it so that she cries for it. Hell, he’ll even buy Haruka one of those tacky you’re the best dad mugs too. Of course unless he gives him a lecture and attitude then that is gonna be replaced with a your the best dad mug instead.

Not that he doesn’t deserve the attitude though.

But can you blame him? The guy seemed like the best catch he was gonna get there, and cherry on top being that he was gonna get it by just sipping booze. He wasn’t wrong either, just that conning his dad’s company while he was at it didn’t seem like a bad idea.

Who knew that old fuck was running a human trafficking business. 

He didn’t at the least. But now Obi finally got the biggest con of his life, with a boatload of money that he’s shipping to Wistal for it to be Haruka’s problem and taking the railways to wherever his heart takes him cause he has no fucking clue what he paid for at the ticket stand.

But the redhead that’s his roommate seems nice, though it’d be nicer if he could stop looking at her,

-

She’s got a lotta luggage, and she’s so careful with it.

It makes his one duffle bag packed with some clothes and a toothbrush look quite sad in comparison. He regrets selling off the suitcase. It’d make a statement and he would be able to disguise himself as a rich conglomerate, even if he doesn’t have his extra shiny shoes and rocking a plain button-up and jeans, he’d be able to make it work- he’s done it in worse before. Wait, did he pack any shoes at all? 

“Hello.” a meek voice breaks his thoughts, and he can worry about being shoeless later.

“Uhm, is there any issue if I put some of these,” she gestures to her four suitcases and plus one tote bag he can see peeking out from the one plastered with stickers of flowers and beach umbrellas ”On your space?” She points to the tray above him that’s a bit too close to his head for comfort, he’s nearly smacked his head on the damn thing four times already. Thankfully his lightning quick reflexes and prowess triumphs the future bump on his head he’s definitely gonna be dealing with.

She’s already attacking her bottom lip and clutching at her sweater. He’d be a monster if he said no.

“Sure but you gotta tell me one thing,“ he really doesn’t need the space, his luggage was acting as his foot rest just until she arrived. It really didn’t need his permission anyways.

Unluckily for her, he may not have been a monster but he sure is something close to it.

“Do you think a hotdog is a sandwich?”

And judging by the way she tilts her head, furrows her brows and stops her abuse on her lips; He’s gonna be having a fun time.

-

He has confirmed she’s not a psychopath, and surprisingly seems to not want to murder him and throw him out the window for more room to put her suitcases in. Yet. 

And it seems like his ticket and the place she’s headed to have the same spelling, which means he can actually thank himself for once, a pretty lady on his trip to become a nobody doesn’t seem so bad.

 “So, my name is Shirayuki, I’m a botanist, and I really appreciated the help.” he’s sure that lugging around some suitcases was not worth the smile bestowed upon him, - It’s way too trustful for somebody like him - but he’ll have a cute face smile at him anyday.

“Well Miss, you can call me Obi, I’m a guy with many secrets,” Obi earns a giggle that he’s sure that’ll haunt his dreams. 

“And no problem, though I admit I mourn the sight of you struggling to hop around with suitcases.” and before he knows it, his hand reaches out for a shake. He should probably get rid of that-

She clasps his hand, “Nice to meet you Obi.” and suddenly, all words die in his throat.

Her hands are soft.

He struggles not to whimper as the words leave with his tongue without permission, “Nice to meet you too, Miss.”

And her laugh is way too pretty.

[hallownoxie]

Chapter 1

Loguetown

Long ago the world had waited with baited breath when the fearsome King of the Pirates Gold Roger was executed within Loguetown.

His last words had been confirming about his treasure the One Piece left on an island within the Grand Line. It began an era of piracy through the world as they sailed to the Grandline.

With it a storm of chaos and cruelty took over, villages saved or razed to the ground, you never knew which ship would be a decent crew or black hearted monsters.

"The world is littered with people that can kill you."

Music played throughout the bar, the food tasted wonderful from where she sat at her lone table by the open window. A small yellow canary landed on the threshold, chirping out its cheerful song.

The woman smiled at the tiny animal that she was named after, a fight had broken out closer to the middle of the room disrupting her peace.

It was a common occurrence she found at any place selling booze, men of all different backgrounds walking in to drink their stress or worries away. At times it gave away possible brawls to unleash violence upon someone you wished was a different person, whether a boss or rude customer.

With her training she would be able to knock both rowdy men down with a well timed kick for daring to break the peace, but that wasn't her assignment.

Canary was supposed to be one with the background, hiding and witnessing any events her Superior's wished to know about.

Never to be in the spotlight.

After the two were dealt with by some good folks, she silently paid for her food and slipped out into the sunny day. Her pursed lips began to whistle as she walked down the street.

"Hey excuse me, where can I find the execution platform?" A voice asked and her eyes turned to meet dark grey.

Lithe built, dark short hair, red shirt and blue shorts. The notable features being the straw hat on his head and the scar under the boy's left eye.

Canary offered him a pleasant smile after assessing him.

"It's only a street down, take a left at the apple cart and you'll be at the square." She offered and watched as he grinned.

"Got it, thanks!" He said, running past Canary.

It took her a while to gather any type of noteworthy information, even more so when the slums of Loguetown tried to intimidate her.

A normal response she supposed, considering this was her first mission around here, it was natural for them to sniff at 'new' blood.

Dozens of men and women wanted to use her for anything and get paid next to nothing, free labor.

Canary would have to thank her mentor when she saw him next time, it was only by his teaching she was competent.

Even if it was harsh and a few times he had to dump her on her own to gain any semblance of experience.

"Monkey D Dragon is in town." One man whispered into her ear, Canary's eyes widened at that.

Why was the leader of the revolutionary army here?

Within the last few years Canary had never heard of any movements from the man, a warm shiver ran up her spine.

This was big intel.

"Why?" She asked, digging the heel of her boot into his thigh.

"N-no idea! All I heard was that he's in town!" The man stuttered, the rank scent of BO became intense.

"You're lying, I can tell by your scent." She leaned her full weight on her heel.

"He has a son!" The man spat out.

Now that was better, she leaned back to let up on him and looked off in the distance in deep thought.

Could this information be true? There were too many variables that could contradict that, Dragon having a son would reveal a weakness.

A weakness his enemies would exploit, there was no sour scent when the man spoke so it had to be true.

How would this information even get leaked?

Canary continued on her way after dealing with the man, it took her a while to even be able to pinpoint Dragon.

As expected since Dragon was avoiding the government, he even perhaps knew she was on his tail.

All she needed was to confirm he was here with her very own eyes. Her photographic memory held enough credit during her long years of training.

Dragon may have years of experience, but Canary was persistent and eventually like all humans… he would make one small slip up.

That slip of course happened as it stormed on Loguetown, she witnessed the man intervening with Captain Smoker.

Both men hovering over a boy with a straw hat on his head, she recognized him from earlier when he had asked for directions.

---

After the fight the girl pouted when all her hard work disappeared within an hour after Dragon slipped away.

Her attention went towards the green haired man with cat like features as he waved at her from his simple ship.

Without any actual proof or confirmation the information about Dragon having a son might as well be useless to her.

Canary at least had a few names for her superiors about who might enter the grandline and that Dragon was sighted in Loguetown.

For now she boarded her new friend's ship and settled down, Bartholomeo was optimistic at least as they sailed off.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the island she requested, it had been a few hours since she dropped off the paperwork for her Superior.

Currently she was sulking in a cup of ice tea as the green haired man gazed from across the table.

"Say Canary, what's got you so down?" He asked while tilting his head.

"I had a possible result that could have been a perfect scoop for my mission as a reporter but sadly I didn't have any concrete evidence." She lightly fibbed.

"Awe but wasn't this also your first gig? You still did great!" The man said.

"It's not my first gig but thank you Bartie " She responded.

Her mentor would say otherwise, even after years of training Canary knew how green she truly was. The cramping in her stomach made whatever appetite she had disappear and she paid no mind to her pastry.

Her drink had enough sugar, she'll be fine for a few hours.

"Look at it this way, Mr. Luffy would say to never get stuck in the past!" Bartholomeo said in earnest.

Cute…

Canary giggled a bit in her drink.

"You always know what to say eh?" She asked, making him blush and huff in pride.

"I gotta if I'm gonna spread Mr. Luffy's greatness throughout the world!" Bartie said while crossing his arms.

"Mr. Luffy huh? Maybe one day he will become someone famous." Canary said.

"Where will you head next?" Bartholomeo asked.

"My next place is Whiskey Peak." She said.

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[gay-little-treat-wizard]

Elrya: The New World By T. A. Onkọwe (Me)

8 - Ariṣe

Ari's crew docked of the coast of Nwe'Simbata[1] and lowered the gangplank. Almost immediately, their ship was quickly boarded by merchants, eager to trade for more goods or coins. Soon the deck was picked clean, and each crew member's wallets were full. Ari sighed; glad the journey was even more profitable. Despite Zik's assurances, the Priestess had been remarkably good at tempting their crew to mutiny. Thankfully, they wouldn't have to worry about future discontent as the Priests were to disembark at noon.

"Your crew seems to be very happy with their newest haul." Olarya shuffled next to Ari's spot overlooking their crew. "Imagine the wealth you could gain at Comraich Kyst. I hear they even sell fine Sh'tàiyán spider silk, enough to outfit your whole crew. Or Greci pickled olives. Those taste great when paired with Meyni spiced agave wine. I've had it once, it goes down like fire a-"

"Don't tempt me with the idea of profit and booze." Ari turned to face the priestess. She was leaning against Ari's captain chair, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Oh, I would never do such a thing." She answered innocently. "But if I was... Is it working? Hypothetically speaking."

"Nope."

"You can't blame me for trying." She shrugged.

Olarya was about to respond but was drowned out by the noise of something heavy hitting the deck. Their sailors were rolling several barrels of palm wine out of the hull and began to feel their wine horns. Zik plucked the strings of his akonting while Niyilolawa joined him on their talking drum. The scent of palm wine gave Ari an idea.

"Honestly Priestess, I don't think you'd be able to handle my crew for much longer," Ari said as the music below got louder.

"Really? How so?"

"Once most of our work is done and we've sold off our goods, we can get pretty raucous." Ari winked at the Priestess. "I don't think a woman of the cloth could really handle it"

"I'm sure I can handle it," She hmphed, folding her hands and pouting.

"I bet anyone of my crew could drink you priests under the table." They learned in, leering with a shark grin. "I bet I could drink you under the table."

"Is that a challenge?" Olarya's eyebrow rose.

Ari shrugged. "Maybe."

"What's in it for me?"

"Name your price."

She paused for a moment; Ari could see the gears whirling in her head. If they'd played their cards right, Olarya would take the bait. "If I win, you come with us to Comraich Kyst and join the expedition."

"And when you lose?"

"If I lose, I'll stop trying to convince you."

"Deal." Ari offered their hand. "Don't say I didn't warn you Priestess."

Olarya ignored their hand at first. "Don't worry about me. I just need to know you'll keep your word."

Ari anticipated this, but quickly moved to reassure her. "I swear it on my honour and on Tian themself."

Tian was the god of justice and truth, as a demigod and priest, they kept particular watch on any vows they made on their name, promising swift retribution if the promise was broken. The priestess grabbed their hand with little hesitation after that, trying her best to squeeze in a way Ari guessed was supposed to be intimidating. With how tiny her hand was, it's almost comical.

Ari chuckled as she dropped their hand; The pair began to descend to the quarter deck and joined the revelry. They announced their intentions to Niyilolawa who mutely nodded and began to tap out an announcement on their talking drum, letting the whole crew know a challenge was placed. Someone else rolled another barrel of palm wine onto the deck and yet another dragged a table and two chairs to the centre of the deck. Zik poured the first two tankards.

"First to twenty wins," He announced as Niyilolawa+ began to drum along. "Three, two one... drink!"

Ari slammed down their tankard and grabbed the next one Zik had already filled up. They finished that too and grabbed their third as the priestess just barely managed to shakingly lift the tankard to her lips. Ari smirked. They 'd drink the priestess under the table in no time. For the first ten drinks, that proved true, but soon Olarya began to catch up.

"...fifteen." Zik announced.

Ari roughly gulped their drink down in surprise. They were on their fourteenth drink. Somehow, Olarya had started to outpace them, like a turtle outpacing a hare, while still looking as prim as when she started.

On their nineteenth drink, Ari's vision started to blur, and their head was cloudy. They couldn't let up though, Olarya and them were neck and neck. They quickly downed their drink and their next, but it was too late Olarya had already reached twenty.

"I win." The priestess grinned smugly.

A cheer went up from the crew as Ari slumped in their chair, delirious. They had underestimated the Priestess. Somehow, the little bird had outdrank them. Thankfully, their metabolism would burn through their drunkenness soon, leaving them sober to ponder their terrible decisions. Eventually, after a few moments slumped over the table, Ari begrudgingly joined the revelry.

If my trip was to be extended, I might as well have fun.

The priestess was on the deck above, still drinking as she spoke to another priest and overlooked the celebration below.

She smugly lifted her drink to Ari as they approached.

"Still drinking?" Ari asked, they noticed out of the corner of their eye the priest she was speaking with back away to the quarter deck.

"Ah, yes of course, the party's still going. You should join us." She answered, holding back a shit-eating grin.

Ari's stomach turned at the thought of alcohol. "Maybe later."

"Ah, I see someone's still recovering," She teased.

Ari shook their heads. "How does a light weight like you even hold her drink?"

"Practice. The church holds vast amounts of ceremonial wine, priests are terrible at securing it and teenagers are great at getting into things they shouldn't."

Ari couldn't help but laugh. "You were a troublemaker?"

"Not exactly. I was just... curious." Olarya shrugged.

"You've been in the priesthood since you were a teenager?"

"Since I was a child. It's what I've always wanted to do and what I plan to do for the rest of my life." Olarya smiled softly to herself. "What about you?"

"What about me?" Ari asked, confused. They weren't much for work in the church.

"What do you want to do, later in life, when you're too old for sailing?"

Ari paused, thinking. They weren't one to dream so far ahead, still used to fighting to live day by day. Finally, they answered. "I'll settle down in my hometown; buy an inn with my savings."

"We could make that easier, you know, help you settle down."

"No need to keep offering Priestess, you've already outdrank me." Ari chuckled. "I intend to keep my word."

"I know, but it can't hurt to sweeten the deal." Olarya giggled into her cup, a little wine dribbled down her plump lower lip.

Without much thinking, Ari whipped away the drop of alcohol, pausing the priestess' words. 

She's remarkably beautiful, up close. Olarya's features were delicate like the rest of her, as if she'd been moulded from porcelain. Her silver eyes caught and reflected the moon's light back. They'd already committed themselves to going to Comraich, so Ari felt free to properly notice without fearing temptation.

Their hand migrated to the priestess' chin, tilting her face up to study her better. Olarya leaned into her touch, eye's fluttering closed.

"I.." Olarya began but trailed off as she met Ari's eyes.

"Do you really want to sweeten the deal?" Ari teased, voice low and husky as they lowered their face to meet Olarya's.

"Yes," She breathed out, eyes still closed as their lips met.

Ari woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming onto their face from the porthole. They were in their cabin, undressed, curled up next to them, silver curls splayed out haphazardly, was the priestess. After a moment of surprise, the events of the night before flooded back to her. They looked at Olarya's sleeping form, then at themself, then the state of her cabin. They had a feeling this was going to be a long two months.

[1] Scrambled version of the Igbo words ‘Nwefe osimiri mbata’, meaning Cowrie ocean gate.

A.N- @sewi-li-suwi, @sinharder, @reiki-tsubetai @concoctionboy and @hummbirb if you're interested. Let me know if you don't want to be @'ed.

[etmgpa]

Let's see if I understand correctly ...

The big deal about the Dec. 1 availability in the US is because this is the first time the whisky would be on the shelf, physically available for purchase, vs ordering/shipping via Reserve Bar or whoever. And, yes, it took me a while to put this together because:

I really didn't pay close attention 😁 and, mostly since I live in a state (Pennsylvania) with draconian liquor laws/regulations I am unable to have it delivered to me. (FYI several states in the US have similar restrictions). And the chances of seeing any Sassanach Spirits on the shelf are probably slim to none since we have a state-controlled liquor store system, vs Total Wine type stores for purchase.

I like a good whisky sour and have been known to have an old fashioned now and then. But honestly, I'm a beer drinker. Then wine. I don't dislike spirits, just not my go to adult beverage. And no matter how curious I would be to try the Sassanach, I would not purchase it without being able to sample first, especially with a price point of over $100 US! (b-t-w, you can substitute any name of booze for SS, my statement remains. I want to know that I will like it, really like it, before spending that much).

NY sold out of all 400 bottles ... so patrons are back to ordering online. Unless it can be restocked in a timely manner. Assuming Miami will be a wash-rinse-repeat. But will it be available at other TW locations? Were NY and Miami just test markets to see if it would sell? And if so, what could they be learning that they didn't already know:

Fans will flock to these locations to buy the booze because they can have their name and his signature written on the neck of the bottle,

Fans will flock to these locations to stand next to SAMMF (yes, I deliberately combined the initials of the real person with the fictional character, because, well, haven't some of them already done so?) and

Fans will flock to these locations to have a selfie taken. And of course, post it on sm praising him and his product to high heavens.

And before anyone says it, yes, I know that every product/service out there has a "customer base" or "regulars." However, if you want to sustain or grow, you need to bring new customers into the fold. You can't keep picking the same pockets over and over again.

[fasterthanmydemons]

Since Silver-Bug is probably not gonna happen, RISE AND SHINE SILVER-RACCOON NATION!

{out of breath} Awww, never say never, though, honestly. Just because it's unlikely, doesn't mean it can't still happen in some way. And even if it doesn't, we'll still have lots of fun regardless! Listen, over on one of my other blogs, I had a muse I thought was completely unshippable because he's very difficult to deal with, he's been through a of traumatic experiences that have left him with some pretty bad, violent, and isolating coping mechanisms, and he has trust issues and finds it almost impossible to open up to people. He met a cute little waitress in a diner, she stuck with him and didn't let him push her away, and the rest is history. I kid you not, they ended up being a solid and sweet ship and I'm just here confused by it but loving it, haha. I thought I was never going to ship him with anyone. So... muses can be unpredictable. And really, whether we think it's likely or not, I'm all for letting it play out however it goes. Like I said, it'll be fun regardless!

But yes, if Pietro can manage to avoid pissing Rocket off to the point that he wants to just bite his face off, haha, then they could become some solid dudebros together. They're both irreverent, defensive people with good hearts, so... they have more in common than they think.

Me: "Good thing we're only talking about friendship, here, because I shudder to think what your romantic ship name would have been with Rocket otherwise."

Pietro: "SilverRaccoon? FastRocket? Come on, FastRocket isn't bad. SilverRocket...?"

Rocket: *breaks the fourth wall* "He's getting dangerously close to Socket..."

Pietro: "Socket!"

Quill: *suddenly sidles in with an excited grin and points at his eye* "EYE... socket."

Pietro: *looks at him*

Rocket: *also looks at him*

Pietro: "Dude, what?"

Quill: "I thought we were playing some kind of word game. You know, the six degrees of..." *snaps his fingers* "...of uh... whatever. Right?"

Rocket: *whistles* "Swing and a miss."

Pietro: "Not even close."

Quill: "Ohh, I got it! Like an electrical socket?"

Rocket: *groans and facepalms*

Quill: "Come on, gimme a clue at least!"

Pietro: "Sure, is like electrical socket."

Rocket: *glares at Pietro*

Pietro: *shrugs* "What? He wants to play, let him play."

Quill: *claps his hands together* "OUTLET!" *cheers for himself* "Did I win?"

Rocket: "Yeah, you won the dumbass of the year award. Great job. Very thorough."

Quill: "Cool, do I get a prize?"

Rocket: "You're gonna get a prize in a second..." *makes a little fist and shakes it at him*

Pietro: *chuckles and pinches the bridge of his nose*

Rocket: "This is your fault for encouraging him."

Quill: "Okay who starts the next round?" *rubs his hands together*

Rocket: "Nope. I haven't had enough booze to join in this level of stupid." *walks away*

Quill: *shouts after him* "If you leave, you forfeit!"

Rocket: *yells from down hall* "I'm one hundred percent okay with that!"

{ I have no idea what that was or why I just wrote it, but I hope someone will enjoy it, haha. Also I don't write Rocket or Quill so I apologize if I did it totally wrong. XD }

[wimble-warcrime]

Hello!!! Can I request headcanons for poly KidKiller with a chubby fem! s/o? What would the relationship be like, and would they be willing to carry her around a lot? I think they would be an overall good duo to be in a relationship with, but I want to hear your thoughts hahah (you can also drop the chubby part if it doesn’t fit in with the request, it’s more for me personally, it’s just nice to see some love for plus sized girlies)

I myself am a plus sized girlie, so it will be staying. (tbh, there isn't enough plus sized representation in most fandoms anywayz, so..)

but yeah, some poly kid/killer headcanons;

first off, let me just say that having some extra meat on your bones us needed when in a relationship with these two. they're huge and while they know their strength, kid (and sometimes killer) can forget what their capable of, and toss a thing or two too roughly.

secondly, what is a pudgy stomach, if not the literal best pillow on God's green earth? he made you dummy thicc, might as well put that to good use

for the purpose of this headcanon, you are capable of cooking and are a creative type. bear this in mind going forward.

if you ever feel inadequate or a long standing insecurity starts to bother you, always go to killer first. not because kid doesn't care (he does, and will be angry) but because he has the emotional range of a chocolate eclair and probably would say something insensitive. he doesn't mean it, he just bad at words.

killer knows what insecurities can do, he deals with his everyday, so he'll know how to properly console you.

they would probably adore picking you up, maybe not carrying you (in a conventional way atleast) but picking you up to sit you in their laps or for other nefarious deeds 😏😏

they have a shared love language: quality time, but kid also likes gift giving (and receiving) and killer likes acts of service

so you know, bake some tasty treats, or paint kid nude riding a dragon and he'll definitely appreciate (he will guard it with his life, but will swear on his life that that's a lie)

he will spend like the next 3 days locked up in his workshop making you something. he will forbid you from entering, and won't leave until it's done. he smells like sweat and metal afterwards, but he's made you the most well made jewlery (it matches your aesthtic too) with his name engraved in it.

help killer with the dished, cause he sure as hell won't let you cook for the crew, or make him some of his favorite noodles; polish his mask, offer to help brush his hair. really anything that gives him a break.

when you first start dating, be warned, you will feel very left out. they have been sailing and probably fucking together since they set out to see, and have been friends for even longer, so they know each other. they are soulmates. they are the Hannibal Lector and Will Graham of the sea; fucking nuts, and will commit warcrimes for each other.

you need to be patient. they are like cats. this relationship requires you to be understanding of this. it will get better, but it's slow going at first.

the crew also has to like you. if they don't, it's it's no go. I don't make the rules.

heavy drinkers. both of them. they are Scottish, so expect them to be at least a bit drunk by the end of the day. I personally don't like alcohol, or being intoxicated in general, even though I have a pretty high tolerance (I'm also a scottsman) but I don't vibe with booze all that much.

they won't force you too drink, but they will look down on you just a smidgen for it.

you HAVE to be able to hold you own in a fight. they are pirates, and the violent kind too, so be prepared for a lot of fighting. if you aren't the fighting type, they will still expect you to know basic self defense, so that you can guard the ship.

offer to train with them. it helps you all improve, and fighting alongside them will be smoother with it.

kid will make you a weapon. you have absolutely no say in this.

he will give you a once over, and start working on it.

if you have anykind of tattoos or piercings, they will love you only a little but more than if you didnt. bonus points for any kind of genitalia piercings. if you have any kind of makeup or skincare routine, be prepared to share it with kid.

killer will have better hair than you. (I have better hair than him though, so you'll never have better hair than me) self care is very important to them. you will be forced to participate.

they are cuddlers. you will suffer in the summer climates. they have separate rooms, but always end up in kids bed to sleep.

killer wears a sleeping mask, and wraps his arms around your head.

kid will almost always sleep nude, and he will smother you; has his feet tangled with yours, you sleep with your back to his stomach, he will have both arms wrapped around you.

in the times that either of them are of watch duty that night, it goes either way; killer has your face buried I'm his tits, arms wrapped around your waist and head.

or

kids got you in and affectionate headlock, and got you swaddled in the blankets so tight, you'd think he's trying to mummify you in your sleep.

no altrrnative

if you are the one on watch, they will sleep on their sides, facing each other. no cuddling. both are always the big spoon no negotiations

conscious cuddling is a whole other story though; they like to rest their head on either your boobs (if you have any) or your stomach. though kid will need you to unconscious for that last one, he will not be caught being mushy.

killer likes to come up behind you in the kitchen and hug your waist/squeeze your hips. no one will be around though, expect maybe kid

kid will slap your ass, any where any time. (I hate being touched, especially on my butt, so I cringed so hard when writing this, but sadly it's the truth.) if you don't like that (like me) he won't, but he will be tempted.

he did it once to killer when they came out to the crew, and kid nearly lost tye offending hand

......

oops, I got carried away. anyways, thx anon for requesting, and please come by again, I'd love to write for you!! this is exactly the pick me up I needed, it's been a shitty week so far.

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN (SFW AND SUGGESTIVE ONLY) PLS REWD THE RULES BEFORE YOU REQUEST ANYTHING

[soleilnomoon]

✨HEY THERE!✨ How is the most precious, cute, beautiful, talented and lovable person here doing?? 😉💜 Sooo.... I have a request... about Zoro... AGAIN... I think the previous Zoro asks just inspired me to request this one! (*_*) YES! I AM A ZORO WHIPPED ANON!! AND??? *adds Cardi b's I DON'T HAVE A DRIVER'S LICENSE AND??? meme" Lol anyway could I humbly request some ✓Zoro obsessed with size kink?? where he's completely like "YOU'RE SO FREAKING CUTE??? I'M A SWORDSMAN FOR BOOZE'S SAKE!! I HAVE A REPUTATION TO MAINTAIN!!" in his head cuz his pride would never allow him to do so in front of anyone lol😩 when his s/o is literally just drinking water. ✓Also could you please make him so whipped to the point of allowing his s/o to "guard" his swords while he's training cuz he just doesn't know how to express his love so he tries in his own way 🥺 BUT!! *dramatic gestures* 1-his s/o is also one of the strawhats and the bounty is almost as much as his badass Bruuh 2- she's a Blood Devil Fruit user 3-she's much more straightforward and natural at expressing her feelings. PLEASE just some cute/hot "WE COMPLETE EACH OTHER" moments 😭😭 •fem reader pls •established relationship •fluff and ;-; smut if you can darling 💚 Thanks a lot if you do and accept the ask🥺💜 YOU will save A horny LIFE 🙂

you’re an angel, really <3 so sorry this took so long, i’m terrible at multitasking. also, can i say that i’m obsessed with all these zoro requests; he’s a heathen, but he definitely has heart. anyway, i hope you have fun reading :)

1.8k words, fem reader, fluff & nsfw (obvy), established relationship - chopper makes an appearance!

after the tenth time of him asking, you finally acquiesce and take a trip to the infirmary. chopper, who has been waiting for days for you to let him check you over, nearly knocks over his chair as he ushers you inside. you take a deep breath and take a seat.

“it’s really not a big deal,” you start to say, but you’re shushed and despite how cute his face is, you know better than to disobey an order from the ship’s doctor. chopper moves with ease and efficiency, prodding around gently, looking for any fractures, any wounds that aren’t healing. “like i said,” you try again, “it’s not a big deal.” he frowns at your insistence, noting that you’re a little paler than normal, and scribbling notes on a notepad.

the silence is killing you; normally you enjoy the quiet, your boyfriend isn’t really the talkative type, but this? it’s unnerving. did chopper find something irreversible? is this a result of you overusing your devil fruit power?

suddenly, the anxiety that you normally keep in a small, small box in the back of your mind, seeps out, clouding your thoughts. chopper calls your name repeatedly and shakes your shoulders before you blink your eyes and can think clearly again.

“oh, sorry.” you’re not sure what came over you, but you’re glad it’s over.

there are a few deep cuts that are slow to heal, but nothing that won’t go away within a few weeks; he patches you up and you flex your bandaged fingers a bit. “thanks doc,” you flash him a friendly smile, fatigue evident in your sluggish movements, in your delayed reactions, and in your spacey demeanor.

chopper hops off of his chair and takes your hand, worry buried into his features. “your devil fruit will be the death of you.” it’s a solemn statement, one he delivers as if it’s fact and not speculation—something you simply cannot accept.

shaking your head, you laugh a little. “you’re being overly dramatic again.” when you move to pinch his cheeks, chopper dodges your hand, frowning and folding his arms against his chest.

“i’m serious, y/n.”

his tone denotes as much, his normally amiable, sweet mannerisms marred by his stern attitude. you remind yourself that he’s only looking out for you, so you don’t really hold it against him. “it’s fine, chopper. really.” you feel it, though; in every fight, more and more, it becomes increasingly difficult to use your powers without sacrificing too much of your lifespan. it’s the reason why you and zoro have been arguing more lately, where he insists you take more of a backseat when it comes to fighting—but you refuse to take that cowardly route.

especially with how everyone puts their lives on the line every single time? 

you shake your head but allow chopper to continue; you discuss options—the possibility of him working to create an artificial blood for you to use instead of your own, the downfall being that you’ll have to work twice as hard to make it feel natural with your style of fighting. it’s not something you’ve considered before, and you’re not entirely sure if it’s the most effective use of your powers.

still—if it means holding on to more of your life, maybe it is the way to go. chopper takes a few vials of your blood to work with, promising to let you know once he’s come up with a prototype. when you exit the infirmary, a strong pair of arms wraps around you from behind and pulls you against a hard chest. 

“may i help you?” you ask, wanting to tease your boyfriend a bit. “i’m sort of busy. sanji asked me to—”

he spins you around so that you’re face-to-face—or, chest-to-face in your case—with him, his dark eye narrowing at you quickly, even more once he sees your cheeky grin. “that’s a terrible joke,” he says gruffly, frowning as scenarios of that nefarious, idiotic cook attempting to seduce you shuffle through his mind. but, his worries dissipate when you rub your hand on his chest, soft, slow movements to soothe him. a warmth spreads through him, cheeks pinkening, making it hard for him to brood properly.

“what did chopper say?” he clears his throat, desperate to just have you alone so that you can talk at leisure. you, on the other hand, don’t mind talking out in the open; you tease him about it from time to time, where he swears he’s not shy, he’s just selfish. he wants you for himself—all of your laughs, your tears, all of your stubbornness; he’s never cherished someone the way he cherishes you. it’s terrifying just how much he would be willing to do in order to keep you safe. the feelings are too intense for him to confess; it eats away at him daily, keeping him up at night as he berates himself over and over. 

the cowardice is new for him, but he pushes aside those negative feelings to focus on you instead. 

you can tell he’s stuck in his head, so you shrug noncommittally, hoping your nonchalance will deter him from prying. “nothing much, let's relax for a bit.” you curl your hand around his thick wrist and tug him along. “you look like you need a nap. you’re gonna get wrinkles if you don’t sleep properly.” you don’t know if it’s actually true, but zoro grunts thoughtfully beside you and you keep your lips pressed together to suppress your laughter. you drag him off to your room, and tumble onto your bed with him. you both face each other; he brings a hand up and brushes your cheek with the back of his hand.

he still doesn’t understand how someone so free-spirited, honest, and kind-hearted as you can tolerate someone like him, but he’s grateful. too selfish to tell you to do better, the guilt never even crosses his mind—he studies your face for a brief moment, wondering if he should voice that question out loud to you before you lean forward and kiss him. it starts out slow and sweet, but when he pulls you closer—hands roaming down your back as you straddle him—you feel a burst of energy. if you were a better person, you would let him rest; but you’re every bit as selfish as he is, wanting to have your fill of him first.

you feel the bulge in his pants and smile while dropping a few playful kisses on his lips, your skirt riding up, exposing the wetness on your panties. you grind your hips against his, pussy throbbing from the friction. he moans into your mouth, his large hands cupping your ass roughly, the heat from his touch making your pulse erratic. he hooks a thumb underneath the side of your panties, tugging on them hastily; you smack his hand and roll your eyes as you maneuver around and pull your panties off. 

knowing zoro, if you leave it to him, he’ll destroy the pair intentionally.

after offering you a sly smile, he grabs onto the backs of your thighs, thick fingers digging into your skin as he brings you closer to his face. your thighs shake out of excitement as you lower yourself slowly, a needy ache passing through you when he slaps your ass. you let out a short yelp and finally do what he wants you to do. the moment your pussy touches his lips, his tongue dives in immediately, slipping through your moist folds without hesitation. he gives you a long lick, tongue barely touching your clit, but electrifying you all the same. you call out his name softly, hips rotating slowly. 

because he likes keeping you on your toes, he swipes his tongue repeatedly, giving you long, firm licks; the sensation has you crying out, a shudder rippling through your body as your arousal drips into his mouth. you’ve never felt the need to ask how he feels about you, but now you do; the question lingers on your tongue, ready to spill from your lips, when he starts sucking on your clit. he treats it like a piece of candy, savoring and consuming it without any gentleness. you cum hard, thighs burning as you hold that position, pussy aching pitifully.

he likes seeing you unravel like this—you only show this side to him. as your hips slow down, you place a hand on your chest, trying to slow your heart down. when you move to get off of him, however, zoro holds you still. confused, you look down at him, gently biting your lip, whimpering as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“again,” he says huskily, goosebumps traveling along your skin as you sink down onto his mouth again. you don’t expect the change in pace, his mouth and tongue worshiping your pussy like the devoted follower he is. you’re sure he’s set to kill you, your throat a little hoarse from how loud you are—but he’s determined to show you exactly how he feels, the only way he knows how. your body feels light, your hips moving faster as you grip the headboard tightly. normally, you’d be a little bit more considerate of your crew mates.

but today? you’re going to indulge in your selfishness a little more. and it seems zoro will too.

his cock strains inside of his pants, desperate for some sort of relief that he can’t give it just yet. something inside of him has shifted, you’re sure of it; the way he’s handling you feeds into a dark desire that you kept tucked away. the second orgasm leaves you breathless, your lips parting as you pant, fingers gripping the headboard tighter.

you lift your hips up only to be stopped by him again; your heart lunges into your throat, beating fiercely as you lick your lips. “zoro, i can’t…” his lips brush against the folds of your pussy teasingly. he finally lets you go and you quickly climb off of him before he changes his mind again. your cheeks burn painfully and despite your eyes closing, you just know he’s got a satisfied smirk on his face. and it’s true, he does. you find out when he pulls you in for a kiss, tongue swirling around yours, your body melding to his as you cling onto him needily. 

it’s in between kisses that you let him know about what chopper actually said; your lips are swollen once he’s done with you and he rests his forehead against yours. you place a hand on his chest, enjoying the steady beats of his heart. a calmness envelopes both of you, wrapping around tight enough to finally give you the clarity you seek. 

you should have known, how could you be so oblivious? this warmth you have, caressing your heart, warming your body significantly as realization settles harshly, has you grabbing his face and kissing him recklessly. love is typically described as a messy, stressful, wondrous thing, and while you anticipate anxiety later on, it’s nowhere near you now. when he kisses you back, arms wrapped around you securely, his mouth is also whispering i love you, too.