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basil hawkins x f!reader, explicit, cw: breeding kink. established relationship; reader is an astrologer, the grudge dolph's navigator, and implicitly racialized.

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Hawkins didn't usually hover while you shot your evening sights of Venus and Polaris, but your captain's eyes had been glued to you all day, and really for most of the week despite each of you being quite busy while the Grudge Dolph traced along the Calm Belt. You were trying your best not to direct the ship into the jaws of some sea king, while Hawkins was, for the most part, utterly immersed in his cards or sparring with some of the more combative crewmen, usually on deck and in your line of sight. At first you wrote off his proximity as a ship's close quarters, but it was most obvious when he joined-but-didn't-join you for your multiple coffees. He'd lope into the galley kitchen a moment later and linger a while longer, make himself a tea, talk to someone else, but he was always there.

It'd been nearly two months since you, still to your embarrassment, explicitly called Hawkins your partner, and for the most part you were perfectly cordial in mixed company. You spent most nights in his bed, though this last week you were so exhausted you crawled into yours, dead to the world until habit woke you up before dawn. This wasn't unusual, either: you'd stir slightly as Hawkins wished you good night, anyway, with a chaste kiss to your forehead or your hair that you pretended to be asleep for but still anticipated.

Not so lately. You'd even heard the creak of the timber outside your door a few times as he hesitated before turning on his heel toward his own room.

What the hell was his problem?

You meant to say as much as you hopped off the ladder to the berthing deck, but to you surprise, Hawkins caged you with his hands on the rails higher than yours, your feet still two rungs off the floor, and you gasped feeling his hard cock against your back. You turned your head over your shoulder to look back at him, and he caught you in a kiss so hungry the awkward angle didn't matter. He broke it with a rough, low, "The moon's waxing."

"Yeah...?" Any seaman worth their salt kept track of the moon, for nighttime visibility and the tide. It was part of why Faust was more or less your co-navigator, because even though he had no training in his Sulong form, he was still somatically aware of it, and what the hell was your problem, thinking of tides when your man was so mad with want you were afraid (hopeful) he'd take you right there?

Hawkins' cheeks colored, and he mumbled something more into your neck.

"What was that?"

"...youshouldbedoneovulating."

Surely you misheard.

"What?"

He let his forehead drag down to your shoulder. "You had your period two weeks ago. The full moon."

Oh my god. "Hawkins," you said patiently. "A cycle is rarely exactly 28 days." But you were lightheaded at the thought of him watching you, wanting you but waiting, because... "You don't want to breed me?" you teased.

"B-breed?" he repeated, raising his head.

You turned, leaning back against the ladder, a kind of pirouette that risked you falling, but he'd never let you. You were almost as tall as him like this, and his eyes were wide and incredulous. "You like cumming in me, don't you, captain?"

"You're shameless."

You smiled, pleased as a cat with cream as his neck and cheeks turned red.

"I like it too," you whispered in his ear. "I think we'd make such pretty babies."

Hawkins almost stepped back in shock before remembering the precarity of your position, and instead of helping you down, he scooped you into his arms.

"Tell me," he almost growled as he tried not to bash your head into the narrow bulkheads.

"About our kids? You've never struck me as paternal." Nor were you maternal.

"Tell me what you want."

You clung to his neck. "I want your cum. Please."

You almost certainly passed an open cabin door or two on your way to his room, but both of you were beyond caring. He practically kicked his door open and had you pinned under his weight in an instant, peeling your clothes off you and dragging the cups of your bra down, not ungently, but you winced.

"Sorry—" he said, but you shook your head.

"They're just sensitive, keep going—"

The muscles of your thighs burned as he folded you, his silken hair falling like curtains around and over your face. You'd yet to get the hang of this with your awkward heights, but Hawkins seemed determined to look into your eyes tonight. You found your head barely in his pillows while he braced his strong arms wide on the mattress, too far to kiss but still somehow more intimate than you'd ever been as he guided his leaking tip where you needed it. You both moaned as he sank in deep.

"What did you say?" Hawkins huffed. "Breed? Like cattle?"

You whimpered at the stretch. "Uh-huh. Breed me, captain. Fill me up."

He grit his teeth. "So vulgar."

"You like it," you gloated.

"I didn't say otherwise."

"Come on," you gasped as he started fucking you up the bed, and you groped for the rails of his headboard, out of your reach until they weren't. "Tell me you want to. Tell me you're gonna."

Hawkins didn't respond, focused on the cant of his hips into yours, and you momentarily forgot your own request, whining at the feeling of him rubbing the deepest parts of you until he spoke.

"...get you pregnant? Make you a mother on my ship? Is that what you want?"

You groaned.

"And everyone would know. The crew but everyone, the Navy, once they saw a little family aboard that you're mine. Hmm?"

"Oh god, Hawkins—"

"My—Empress," he groaned, and you could have laughed at his one-track mind if the image on the Major Arcana wasn't suddenly so erotic to you: a queen heavy with child, breasts heavy with milk, barefoot, flesh-and-blood.

"You freak," you said, "All that waiting, all that being careful, and—oh—!"

For that cheek, he nearly pulled out before thrusting back in sharply, and you bit your lip to keep from screaming.

You knew Hawkins was tired if he didn't immediately herd you away for a shared bath, and you hummed an idle tune as you half laid on his chest and traced patterns on his pale skin, your legs feeling like jelly with a mess of shared fluids between them. He was just as boneless and breathless as you.

"You're a true witch, you know? Putting such images in my head..."

"They're already there," you said. "The Empress, the Emperor. Emperor of the Sea?"

Hawkins combed his fingers through your hair. "Don't tempt fate."

You smiled. "You know how I feel about that."

"Synchronicity, then."

You planted your chin on his pectoral and studied his face. He was perfect to you, the only man you wanted to be with as long as you lived. You knew that was your youth speaking, and the two of you were far too young to even joke about having a family, but sometimes your affection overwhelmed you and you either wanted to run away or shove him into the sea—of course you'd fish him out again, like you always had—and something like tonight came dangerously close to satiation, how close you wanted to be to him, how much you wanted him to be part of you.

"What?" Hawkins said.

"Those kids of ours," you lied.

"Interesting. Who do they take after?"

"Well, you've seen my mixed cousins. Me."

He made a face that said of course. "Probably for the best."

"Hey."

"I just mean their eyebrows."

"...Okay." You still pouted, resisting the urge to scold him since you liked his eyebrows. "And we'll have their birth times to the second. I hope one of them's a Gemini."

"Hmm." Hawkins seemed to think seriously. "We'd have to plan for September or October."

"Of course. The Virgo or Libra new moon."

His brow furrowed. "You said..."

"I'm joking. You know, last time my period ended while the moon was waning, so you're talking about a four-to-seven-day window for both menstruation and ovulation."

Hawkins sighed. "Quarter phases it is."

"And," you said, finally, "I am on birth control."

He looked at you with the most long-suffering glare you'd ever seen.

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Hello Everyone!

Open inbox!

So I know I haven’t written anything in ages! It’s been a very stressful year!

I’d love to get back into writing, so I’d love it if you guys can send in some normal requests or you can even use the baby/child prompt list!

I’m hoping to try and finish the spooky over ones for this years Halloween! 🎃

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I feel kinda weird for requesting again, but the same reader from Ocean's Sorrow and interactions with the crew? Like just the whole crew being goofballs to make the reader smile? Maybe some with Pop's, too?

It just feels good to think about a crew like Whitebeard Pirates comforting someone 😌 Platonic crews get me going because issues

Like the feel-good vibes ✨️ you get me?

This could be quite vague, so you can write this if you want to.

Ocean's Sorrow: Love Of Family

17/08/24

A/N: Woow, I'm sorry that I'm getting to this, what? A year or so later? But hey it's here now! I also love a good platonic story.

You sit on a barrel with your eyes closed, enjoying the gentle sea breeze that is caressing your skin. After how long you have spent locked in that damp cell and then later hiding in your room, the open space is surprisingly calming. You’re slowly coming to terms with your new condition, but the trauma of what happened isn’t easy to recover from, mentally or physically. Your mental and physical health is better than the first few days, you just spent those hiding in your room, too stressed over how you would face the crew in your new state. You’ve realised that was a stupid thing to worry about, but even after you’ve confronted that fear, some days are better or worse than others.

“Mind if I sit?” A familiar voice asks from behind you. 

You smile and gesture to the barrels next to you.

Marco sits down and looks at you, “how are you?” 

It’s a simple question and you know that Marco means well, that he worries about you as both your friend and doctor. But, it’s a question you’ve been asked so much recently that you just feel tired; you also don’t know the answer to it. 

So you lift your hands and then let them drop again, your face holding a frown as you try to think. You eventually sigh and shrug your shoulders to say you don’t really know. 

Marco patiently waits all the while you are thinking never pushing you for an answer. When you shrug your shoulders, he just nods his head. “There’s no rush, take your time. Everyone just wants to see you be ok.”

You nod, but can’t help the guilt. You feel like you’re weighing everyone down. A normally happy and rowdy crew of pirates is now shooting you concerned looks and you have everyone asking if you’re ok. Even if you are not quite the same as before, you’d wish some of the others didn’t try to tip-toe around you so much. 

The silence sits comfortably between you two before you catch Marco’s attention and start to gesture to him. You gesture at yourself, then at Marco and around the ship where some of the crew are working, before pointing at the sea and trying to mimic a sinking. Marco is smart, he's picking up on your gestures pretty quickly and was the one who found some books on sign language for you. Trying to learn a new way of communicating isn’t easy, especially as some of those on board struggle to follow. 

Marco shakes his head at your gestures before speaking, “No, you’re not weighing us down. We’re a family and family worries and watches out for each other. Even more so when that family member has been hurt and they want to be there to help them, you only need to ask anyone.”

A loud slam suddenly interrupts you two and you both turn to face the direction it came from. An angry Thatch is standing between the kitchen doorway and Ace is holding onto his head and sulking. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Ace did something to Thatch’s kitchen…yet again.

“Out! Out now! And don’t return to my kitchen unsupervised!” Thatch yells with a stormy look on his face and heavy breathing. 

“But I-“ Ace tries and fails to get a word in. 

“No buts! How many times have I told you not to use your devil fruit in the kitchen?! You never listen and then, most of the time, it ends with me trying to put out the fire you started!” 

Marco sighs next to you and runs his hand against his face. You try not to laugh at his tired expression. Being the first mate and division commander is hard work, even more so when it sometimes feels like babysitting grown adults. 

Thatch notices the two of you looking his way and calls out to you, “Y/N! Come and collect this pyromaniac and keep him under strict supervision! Under no circumstances is he allowed near my kitchen again!”

You stand up and hurry over to where they are, linking your arm with Ace’s. You then turn to face Thatch and smile in apology while pointing at Ace. 

Thatch sends one last threatening wave of his fists toward Ace and then slams the kitchen door shut behind him. 

You drag Ace over to where you were sitting a moment ago and shake your head at him in disappointment. You then gesture to the kitchen a then back to him before titling your head in question to ask what he did to poor Thatch’s kitchen…again. 

“I didn’t do anything! Ok, maybe there was a small accident. I was trying to help thatch with cooking some meat as I was starving, but then I used too much fire and the meat caught fire and then some kitchen towels next to it caught fire. So he got angry and chased me out of the kitchen.” Ace finishes grumbling. 

You shake your head in disapproval while Marco sighs heavily next to you once more. 

“Y/N!” You turn in the direction of the voice calling you and see Izo waving as he walks towards you. 

Once he’s near where you all are seated he wrinkles his nose and scowls as he looks at Ace. “You reek of smoke, what did you set on fire this time?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?!” Ace asks in mock offense.

“Because you’re usually the one responsible for any smoke and fire-related incidents yoi.” Marco shrugs his shoulders with a grin. 

Ace turns to you with sad puppy eyes. “Y/N defend me!” 

You put your hand on your chin and really pretend to think for a moment. And then shrug your shoulders and press out your palms to show you’ve come up empty-handed. 

You grin while Marco a Izo laugh at Ace’s betrayed expression. 

You turn to Izo a gesture to yourself and then to him, then tilt your head in question. It’s your way of asking what he was calling you for. 

Izo smiles and gestures in the direction he came from. “Pops was asking for you, said he feels like he hasn’t seen you in a while.” 

You nod understanding. You’ve spent almost the whole past two weeks locked up in your room. On the second week, you started venturing out for small strolls around the ship and for mealtimes. Now, in the third week, Ace managed to persuade you to try a spend more time out of your room to see everyone. But you haven’t had a chance to see pops yet, not since the first few days after you were brought back. At that time, you were almost catatonic from the shock of what happened to you. Due to your serious injury a the way it affected you, Thatch had to prepare special dishes for you that wouldn’t aggravate your throat. You won’t tell him this anytime soon, but you’re really starting to be fed up with soup or mashed foods all the time. But, until Marco gives you the all-clear you’re stuck with your prescribed diet. 

You smile a wave goodbye to everyone as you head off to see pops. 

You find your pops drinking and you pull an angry face at him as you point to the bottle in his hand and then back at him, shaking your head in disapproval. 

“Gura ra ra. Let this old man enjoy things in life. What’s the point of being alive if you’re always worrying about things. But tell me child, how is your recovery coming along? I’ve barely seen you the past two weeks.” Your pops asks you with a serious look on his face. 

You smile sheepishly and lightly rub the back of your head. You try to think of how to respond but find yourself struggling both with what you want to say and how you want to say it. After a moment you let out a sigh and kick the floor from frustration. 

A large warm hand settles on your head and gently pats it. You look up with tears in your eyes and find pops warmly smiling at you. 

“Feeling angry, lost, and scared are completely normal feelings to have. Especially after what happened to you. 

“Have patience with yourself and take the time you need to heal, none of your brothers are expecting you to be alright straight away. Your struggles don’t make you any less of a Whitebeard pirate, remember that.”

The tears are now streaming down your face and you can’t stop the sob from escaping you even if you tried. 

You’re held against a warm chest until your sobs cease and you wipe your eyes. 

You gesture to pops a then tilt your head.

“There is nothing to say thank you for, I am simply looking after one of my children. Now come and drink a bit with me. Marco doesn’t have to know.”

You laugh through the tears in your eyes and nod gesturing a little bit. A little bit won’t hurt you and it’s good to spend time with your pops. You smile to yourself, you’re lucky to be a part of a crew that watches out for each other.

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Something going on between those two that they haven’t quite admitted yet 😏

Is anyone else still thinking about the fact that Hawkins, who was literally bleeding out, picked himself up to walk through the ruins of Onigashima, just to find Drake of all people?

Because I’m still thinking about that.

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author's Note

Hi everyone! It has been a very difficult year for me and lots of not-so-good things happened. But, I am sitting down and trying to pull myself together again.

I have looked at the requests you have all sent me and I am slowly going to go and complete them. They might be a bit awkward as I go back into things.

My requests for normal requests will be closed for a bit so I can finish the ones I have. But I am still hoping to run SpookTober this year so requests for that are open. I'm also not deleting the ones sent last year.

Thank you to all of you who have liked and reblogged my work in my time of absence! It means a lot to me!

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Hello! I'm finally here to make a request.

I was wondering if I could request headcanons with X Drake falling for a member of the Beast Pirates reader while being undercover? Thank you in advance! I would really love to read it!

A/N: A) I'm sorry I'm getting to this MONTHS later! B) I'm sorry this is short, it's an interesting but rather difficult situation what with them being enemies.

*Oof, what a problematic situation. The side of good falling for the side of corruption. 

*X Drake will be having an internal crisis warring in him. Not only is your affiliation a problem, but feelings are also a distraction to his undercover mission. If he’s too busy thinking about you, he can’t properly gather information. 

*He will try to ignore his feelings for as long as possible and remain professional in his work of spying and information gathering. He may come off as cold or uncaring towards you because of this, but there’s also the fact that he’s bad with women. 

*At some point, he will try to find out more about you. He will try to find out what your reasons for working for Kaido are and what your future motives might be. 

*He slowly decides to give his feelings a go after trying to push them away for so long, but won’t reveal who he really is or his aims.

*Honestly you would have to realise that he has feelings for you and make a move first. Otherwise you could be waiting a while for him to deal with this newfound dilemma of feelings.

*He tries to make sure you don't have any suspicions raised about him. But trying to hide all those times when he needs to make secret calls isn't easy.

*The Relationship most likely continues until the day of the big battle where truths are revealed. 

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Ok but now this makes me think of Bellemere x Corazon co-parenting their three kids…

Joint effort to raise Law, Nojiko and Nami.

Maybe Corazon is at times away with the marines and Bellemere is home with the kids looking after the orchard. When Corazon comes back he also helps out… as much as the clumsy human being can 😂

Poor law is missing Lamy, but gets used to having two new sisters suddenly.

ever heard of corabelle? It's cute!

my exposure to this ship has been very little but from the arts i've seen it has always been filled with lots of love. thought i'd treat you corabelle enjoyers to something nice as well, thanks for asking!

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Chapter 2 Is Up!

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Whitebeard Pirates x Child Characters: Original Female Character(s), Whitebeard Pirates, Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco, Thatch (One Piece), Izou (One Piece), Portgas D. Ace Additional Tags: Accidental Child Acquisition, Found Family, Parent Izou, Lots of Uncles, Whitebeard as grandfather, Izou was reminded of how Oden took him and Kiku in and feels an urge to do the same, Fluff, Angst, family bonds, Child Slave, Mentions of Past Child Abuse and Neglect Summary:

273 is a nameless child slave with only a number for identity, who hopes to escape her abusive owners. During a fight with another pirate crew, the perfect opportunity to run presents itself. She sneakily manages to stow away on the new pirates' ship and hides herself. But what will happen when the crew of this infamous ship finds her before she has a chance to escape again for land?

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There was a school carnival and one of the floats was one piece themed!

I saw a Nam and a Usopp, and an alvida I think?

Luffy was made of paper and it’s. Shame there was no Zoro or shanks or mihawk. 🤔

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Ok I’m catching up on one piece again and will be going to take a look at my requests and slowly try to get through them. I’m planning the next chapter of ‘little stowaway’ and would love to hear some suggestions on what the whiteboard crew can name 273!

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I’m sorry but I need a temporary hiatus. I think you already realised the blog is not doing anything no. We have a lot of problems in real life.

Our family dog who’s been ill for a long time was put to sleep and none of us are coping with it. On top of that, my mum was essentially emotionally blackmailed to take one of the farm puppies near us taking advantage of none of us being in a good mindset by constantly messaging us and telling us to take her because she doesn’t know what will happen to her otherwise. But we can’t take care of her in any way shape or form and the owner doesn’t care and just decided it’s our problem to deal with now. So I’ve been contacting charities and shelters in the hopes that someone is able to take her as it’s not fair on the dog we can’t take care of. Especially when we haven’t even had time to grieve our own one. 💔

I hope to whoever is up there I can return to being productive in January or February and have problems sorted out by then.

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I would like to say I am so sorry for not posting anything for spooktober yet. I’m on a 4 week intensive course and I’m barley coping with the work. So after I pass or fail next week I’ll have time to sit down and make myself feel better by writing your requests~

I’ll also probably extend it to November.

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Ok but now I’m thinking about it, how does Mihawk know where to find shanks? Does he just know his location or does he have a curve card for him?

If he does have a cover card for shanks, how do you think he felt when Shanks’ arm was bitten off and his vibes card was probably burning or at least singed?

aw yeah it's middle-aged men being blatant fuckbuddies time

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I've been hesitating saying this because I'm shy and awkward but now I'm just thinking heck it. I'm so happy to find someone who writes Drake 😭😭 I'm so normal about him

Ahh thank you for sharing this with me! 🥺💗

yes there’s nothing wrong with being normal about Drake. Just look at this guy!

Yess Drake is so cool! I mean look at this men! He uses both an axe and a sword?! Doesn’t get more badass.

Then Drake in the bathhouse where he just collapses at the sight of naked women and Hawkins is like, “really dude?!”😂

Then when I found out Drake is the kid the marines rescued when Law was small. 🥺 so many little details. That must have taken so much bravery!

I can’t believe his status is unknown! In my opinion we just haven’t seen envoys of him and so many other characters! 😭

I do hope to write for him so you know guys, is anyone has anything they’d like to see for him~ My asks are open~ 👀

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I want to write some mini series for Hawkins so much! But I just don’t know what the plot of it would be! 😩😭

Would he meet OC while sailing as a pirate a she comes along? Would it just refer to them knowing each other for longer but focusing on their relationship in Wano? Ghah I’ll need to think.

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This is so sweet! Marco looks peaceful in his retirement! 🥺