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[alias-b]

your lips, my lips. apocalypse.

Cooper Howard & the Vaultie in my reader fic by @novivi

[annmaximoff18]

Luffy was Luffy, never paying attention to your flirting or advances. He'd laugh and pat you on the back or say "I don't understand" and simply walk away.

You were a little tired, but you weren't going to give up until you met Boa Hancock. That woman was beautiful and very tall, with curves and an elegance that made you envious. But everything got worse when she became fascinated and attracted to Luffy, and Boa started flirting with him, making you shrink in your misery.

Luffy was kind to her and always greeted her with a smile and a cheerful shout of her name, which made her blush.

Obviously, you had lost to Boa. She was prettier than you and had given Luffy a bunch of food.

"Why are you alone?" Luffy's voice startled you. You turned and saw your captain approaching. You were outside, on a terrace of Boa's palace.

"I wanted to get some fresh air," you lied. You didn't want to see Boa flirting with Luffy.

"You'll miss lunch," your captain said with a pout.

"Don't worry, I'm not hungry," you said, smiling slightly. Luffy frowned, confused. You always ate with him. You never missed a meal with him, and it felt strange when you didn't eat with him. "But come back and eat."

"But I can't eat if you're not there. It's not the same," he said, frowning, his face sad.

"Hancock is with you," you said with bitterness in your voice. Luffy frowned even more.

"Boa?" he asked, confused. She was there, like the rest of the crew.

"Yes, you can eat with her," you said. Glaring at him, you were very jealous, and Luffy didn't seem to understand.

"But I don't want to eat with her, I want to eat with you!" he exclaimed, annoyed. You opened your eyes in surprise. "You're more fun, but Boa gets weird sometimes," your captain exclaimed sincerely. You laughed and shook your head.

"She likes you, silly," you said with a sad smile. He looked at you confused.

"Who?" he asked, confused, tilting his head.

"Boa likes you." You explained slowly. Sometimes your captain was a little clumsy, and you had to explain it to him many times and in different ways for him to understand.

"Well, I like her too, and so do Zoro and the others," Luffy explained with a strange look. "And you too, obviously."

"I don't mean like that, Luffy. God, how can I explain it?" you whispered with a hand to your forehead. "She's in love with you.She wants you as a romantic partner." The more you explained, Luffy frowned even more. "She wants to be by your side, hold your hand, and call you her boyfriend." You said that last bit annoyed, and Luffy smiled.

"Ah, like you and me," he exclaimed excitedly. You frowned in confusion.

"What?" You asked, not understanding

.

"Yeah, we eat together, we hold hands, and I can call you my girlfriend if you want. Well, I don't understand any of that last part, but Sanji explained it to me once, and I guess it's okay if it's by your side, not with Boa. She's a great friend, but you... you're different, and I choose you."

"Oh, Luffy," you said with tears in your eyes. You leaned closer and kissed him on the lips. "I choose you too," you exclaimed with a smile. Luffy smiled and kissed you, a little sloppily, but he did it. He put the hat on your head and pointed you toward the dining room.

"Shall we eat, girlfriend? If I say it right, right?" he asked curiously. You nodded with a big smile.

"Sure, boyfriend," you said with a huge grin. Luffy smiled.

"Does that sound good to you? Hey, what is sex?" he asked suddenly. You gulped, blushing. "Sanji and Zoro mentioned it, but I don't know what it is, you know?"

Damn Sanji and Zoro, when you saw them, you'd kick their asses. You shook your head, blushing.

"I'll explain later, babe," you said, staring straight ahead. Luffy smiled at the nickname and hugged you. Yeah, you were happy. Luffy chose you.

[theshipsong]

boa hancock x fem reader, pre-relationship. reader is a straw hat and luffy's sister. takes place early in the timeskip. happy birthday @yamat0 @deathgr0wl i think you and luna are neat. 826 words.

"What are you thinking?"

The Pirate Empress was, strangely, laying underneath a coiled-up Salome while the enormous snake weapon rested her head in your lap. You were now used to Hancock's rooms on Amazon Lily, and her snake used to you, and the woman herself was… something other than cold.

"I should oil my cuticles," you lied.

Hancock extended one long, elegant arm with her hand upturned, and you mutely obeyed, placing your fingertips in her palm for inspection. "It can wait," she said.

"Oh."

You were still new to all this. Once, you asked Robin how her hands were so pretty and her nails so shiny, and she'd held them out in a similar manner to look at yours. "Yours are pretty, too," she said honestly. "Strong. And sure." You'd reopened a split in one of your knuckles that morning while training with a punching bag, to Chopper's displeasure, and stared and stared at the archaeologist's hands holding up her book as she sipped a cocktail on the Sunny's deck.

Hancock didn't let go, and her oval, manicured thumbnail shone like an opal in the sunset that washed through her windows as she stroked over that same knuckle. She seemed lost in thought, too, at the end of a lazy afternoon weighed down by a clingy snake. You kept her company while her sisters went to deliver food to Rusuikana, presumably so the woman wouldn't wear holes in the floors with her nervous pacing, but you'd found in the last few weeks of your being a guest in her palace that she was more relaxed than when Luffy first woke after his surgery. In those days, she called you "sister" or "sister-in-law" under her breath, which you found more endearing the presumptuous, but now she only said your name in that smooth, arch voice of hers, with a similar tenderness to Luffy's, especially on the first syllable.

Maybe the novelty of your relation had worn off.

You'd neglected your scant self-maintenance since Sabaody. The woman you saw most as a child was Dadan, if you could call her any sort of constant as you passed days in the woods with your brothers, and anything resembling a beauty routine was your bunkmates' influence. So Amazon Lily was dizzying. You felt like Sanji for even thinking it, but you looked at your hostesses with a strange mix of awe—distant admiration, like a supplicant—and want, want to be them and be with them, and some looked at you like that in turn, or at your apparent closeness to the Snake Princess.

Even now, sprawled together under the same snake, in Hancock's bed, you felt far from her, or that a curtain separated you, one that shimmered with shadows and impressions. You didn't envy Luffy for much, certainly not now, but through it all there was something real, a confidence you missed out on. There wasn't anything fair in thinking of it that way, but you couldn't help it.

What happened before Luffy's trial?

That's what you were thinking.

"Hancock?"

"Hmm?"

Salome raised her head, too, tilted like a cat's.

"What do you like about Luffy?"

It was incredible, really, how quickly she changed, from the lush, luxurious queen in repose to a blushing, stuttering girl. It never put you off or made you think less of her. You wanted to bottle it because it seemed so pure, and ephemeral, and you wondered what she was like when she was younger than both of you now.

"Lu-Luffy?"

You nodded.

Hancock turned her face away, tracing little circles around one of Salome's spots as she answered. "He's a good man," she mumbled.

"One of the best," you agreed. Besides Ace. "And?"

"And?" she sputtered.

"Can I guess?" You didn't wait for her to answer either way, but she stilled as if waiting for you to start. "He's simple. He means what he says, but he isn't stupid. He gets angry, but he isn't selfish."

Unlike you. You made stupid choices that kept you far from where you needed to be, too occupied to see your brother's last breaths, too enraged to make sure they weren't his last. You failed Ace, and you failed Luffy.

Hancock nodded, a moue on her lips, and met your eye. "You know him so well."

"But I don't understand him." You trusted him. Unconditionally, even, because he saw and followed some instinct you couldn't, just like you had impulses he lacked that you tried not to think of as flaws.

"He's not like most men, no," Hancock mused. "You make more sense to me."

You blinked, and she smiled, shyly. Almost like how she avoided looking Luffy in the face, but she watched you more gamely. Like she was braver. Which wouldn't have made sense for the fearsome pirate if you didn't know her, and you realized she made sense to you, too. Even with all you didn't know.

You held your hand out again.

[limesquares]

snake who is also a menace

[twinflameauwof]

Grapefruit is a fangless RainWing, after suffering from a condition called “venom rot” (overproduction of venom), she had to get them removed. It’s difficult being an outcast, even when a majority of RainWings avoid using their venom too much, but she gets by.

[dissvicious]

Wine women and lesbianism. I wanted to try to include Nina in official art for a while and that’s a good exercice as I prepare the upcoming wedding arc. Let’s say it’s Nina bachelorette party !

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[bowietea]

Testing out another new little style

[momo-kageyama]

The Empire That Curved for you

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Anime : One Piece

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Male version of Boa Hancock x R.femele.

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You, innocent, free and spontaneous, arrived at Hancock Island like a chaotic breeze that challenged the order of your controlled world.

He - the proud and lonely emperor - tried to resist... but his purity disarmed him.

First with curiosity. Then with soft touches. And finally, with full delivery.

In the bath, you provoked him without knowing it.

In the bedroom, he surrendered with reverence.

And in the climax, he made you his own, not only with the body, but with the soul.

He marked you. He took you. He sealed you.

"Now you belong to me...

Not as a prisoner.

But as part of me."

You are the chaos that tamed the beast.

And he is the god who would burn the world just to keep you by his side.

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— Amazon Solis Island - The Emperor's Palace

The golden sun touches the marble staircases of the palace like fire fingers, reflecting on the thin fabrics that swing between columns covered with exotic flowers. Colorful birds fly over the island. An isolated paradise, ruled by him.

Good Hancock - now a man - observes from above, from her royal balcony. Tall, imposing, with black hair trapped in a low bun, adorned with golden threads. He wears a scarlet tunic that leaves his strong chest exposed, marked by tribal tattoos and a dark gold necklace in the shape of a rolled snake.

And below, walking free like the wind, is you.

Barefoot.

Smiling at everything.

As if the world had no weight.

You run through the palace gardens, enchanted with a new fruit - something between a melon and a pineapple - and bite it with such joy that you seem to have discovered a treasure.

- "This is DELICIOUS!!" - you shout, with your mouth full.

High up there, the emperor smiles. A smile that doesn't match your cruel fame.

- "So carefree..." - he murmurs.

- "So free..."

He goes down the steps slowly, his steps echoing like soft thunder in the marble. The crowd of Kuja warriors bows to his passage, but you... no.

You look at him with big, innocent eyes, dirty with fruit juice.

- "Hi! Did you see this here? It looks like normal fruit, but it's like... explosive inside! And refreshing!" - you smile, offering a piece with your dirty hand.

He stops. Face your hand.

You offered food to an emperor with smeared fingers.

And he... accepts.

Everyone around trembles.

But him? He just licks his fingers calmly.

- "Delicious." - he says, but looking straight into your eyes.

You laugh, without understanding the double meaning.

And he feels.

He feels something dangerous growing in his chest.

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Later, you are alone in the main hall. The wind blows the curtains, the sky slowly darkening. He approaches behind you, and his presence is overwhelming.

- "Do you know who I am, Y/N?" - he asks, low, almost in your ear.

- "You are Hancock, the Emperor of Cobra Island! Everyone here respects you a lot!"

You turn around, smiling.

- "But I like it better when you smile like that... like, when you eat fruit with me!"

He closes his eyes for a moment.

- "You're too free." - he says, firm.

- "And you're too serious." - you reply, without thinking.

He laughs. A dry, almost cynical laugh.

- "You disarm me, Y/N. That scares me. That holds me."

You tilt your head, confused. He holds your chin with two fingers, gently.

- "I could have any woman, any throne. But all I want... is your attention. Your laugh. Your lightness."

- "I want you here. Always. On my side."

- "Like my companion."

You choke a little.

- "Partner? Like... of adventures?"

- "Kind of... bed." - he completes, without looking away.

You paralyze. He sees her confusion and closes his eyes in pain.

- "Sorry." - he retreats, but his body trembles.

- "You're too pure. And I... too dirty inside. I would destroy your freedom."

You're getting closer, now more serious.

- "You don't arrest me, Hancock."

- "I stay because I want to."

And with his fingertips, he wipes a tear that he didn't even know he had dropped.

He shudders. No one has ever touched him like that. No fear. No ulterior motives. Just... you.

He hugs her from behind, the big body wrapping his carefully. Your breath hits the back of your neck. It's a restained hug, but desperately needy.

— "Stay, Y/N. Only tonight."

You don't answer.

But don't move away.

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The night fell like dark silk on the island.

You are sitting on one of the soft cushions of the royal room, bare feet on the cold polished stone floor. Around, scented torches cast dancing shadows on the walls. Translucent curtains move with the night breeze, revealing and hiding the huge canopy bed covered by dark wine sheets.

Hancock watches you in silence. He is standing, with his back to the door, without armor, wearing only an open kimono on his chest. His golden skin shines under the light. He doesn't speak.

Just look at you.

The look is not lascivious.

It's dangerous because it's so contained.

You get up slowly. The curious eyes, without malice.

- "You're weird today... you're breathing heavily. Do you have a fever?" - you approach, touching his forehead with the palm of your hand.

He closes his eyes for a second.

The touch is simple.

But for him, it's devastating.

- "It's not fever..." - he says, opening his eyes. - "It's you."

You frown.

He smiles lightly. A tired smile, as if fighting against his own body.

- "You don't understand what you do to me. Your voice, your smell, the way you laugh... it destroys me. It makes me want to... take you."

You take a step back, not out of fear. For fright.

He takes a deep breath and approaches.

Touch your chin with your long fingers, but don't pull.

- "I won't force anything." - he whispers. - "But if you say yes... it won't be just a kiss."

You feel something tremble inside you. A strange heat. Curious.

You don't understand everything he feels, but something about him... attracts you.

Maybe it's the way he looks at you. As if you were the only pure thing in a dirty world.

As if, by touching you, he himself could be purified.

You whisper, almost out of breath:

- "Just... kiss me, then."

His kiss is not abrupt.

It's deep, controlled, full of reverence.

But soon the restraint begins to collapse.

He pulls you by the waist hard, sticking your body to his. You feel the tension in your muscles, the desire shaking in every gesture. His hand slides down your back, slowly, carefully, until it rests at the end of your spine. Your lips move in yours with increasing urgency.

You moan softly. He paralyzes.

- "If I do this again... I won't be able to stop." - he warns, with his forehead glued to his.

- "So it doesn't stop." - you say, not knowing what you're authorizing, but trusting him.

He lays you on the bed with an almost ceremonial care. His fingers slide through your body like someone who writes verses about living skin.

He kisses your neck, your lap, your shoulders, as if he were learning to love with his hands.

- "I'll play you as if you were made of music..." - he murmurs.

- "... and every note will be only mine."

The night becomes a whisper of sheets, sighs and fixed looks.

He doesn't rush you.

But also don't disguise how much he wants you.

Your body learns his, and his molds to yours, like waves bending to the beach.

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—After...

You fall asleep on his chest.

And he stays awake.

With his hand on his waist, he whispers in the dark:

- "Now that I've tasted you... there's no more freedom."

- "You're mine. Even if you don't know. Even if you run away."

- "I would expect a thousand lives... but I would never let another touch you."

And with a light kiss on his forehead, he closes his eyes.

But his desire?

This one doesn't sleep.

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—Amazon Solis Temple Bath

The sound of the water falls like warm rain in the sacred environment of light stone. Small flowers float on the surface, while steam rises in soft spirals. Everything is silence, except for the light laugh that escapes from your lips as you dip your fingers in the water.

You are naked, with your body covered only by water up to your shoulders. The wet hair runs down the back.

He is behind you, submerged to the waist, his hair stuck in a loose bun, his body huge, motionless... watching.

You turn around with a smile:

- "You're very serious, Hancock! Look at this!"

You splash water on it. A splash hits his chest.

You laugh.

Not he.

His eyes follow his skin with silent hunger.

But he locks his jaw. Take a deep breath. Close your fists.

You approach, still laughing, and put a flower on his shoulder.

- "Now you look like a handsome spring general."

- "Or a rice decorated... with cherry blossom!"

You laugh at your own joke.

He remains silent.

Until your breasts touch his chest. By accident.

You don't even notice.

But he... freezes.

Breathing stops.

The flower falls from his skin and sinks slowly.

He takes a hand to your face, gently. But his look... is no longer calm.

- "You're playing with something you don't understand."

- "Huh? I'm just having fun, hey..." - you answer, innocent, laughing with foam on your cheek.

- "I think of you, Y/N." - he whispers, touching his forehead to yours.

- "All the time. Lying, wet, moaning my name."

You widen your eyes, your face blushing.

He holds his waist under the water, firmly.

- "And every time you smile like this, free... light... happy... I see a thousand hands trying to tear you away from me."

You try to retreat, but he holds you firmly against his chest.

His hot skin against yours makes your body vibrate.

- "Hancock...?"

- "I hate the world outside."

- "Because he can take you."

Silence.

The sound of the water falling in the background. The steam between you.

And his hand now goes up slowly up his thigh, underwater, almost shaking.

- "You provoke me without knowing it."

- "And one day... I won't be able to just look."

Your eyes meet.

And at that moment, you realize.

Realize the desire.

The fury.

And the fear of losing you, all mixed in such a strong man - and so vulnerable only with you.

You lean your forehead against his chest.

- "I'm not leaving." - you say, whispering against the wet skin.

- "Not today."

He closes his eyes. Breathe in your smell.

And for the first time, he lets a low moan escape.

- "Then let me touch you. Slowly."

You just nod.

And the water stops being hot.

Because the heat now... comes from both of you.

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The warm water runs down Hancock's wide back as he remains motionless in the stone bathtub, his eyes fixed on you - asleep now, wrapped in sheets and the steam that still fills the room. But your mind is far away. Very far away...

He closes his eyes.

And remember.

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Exchange Room - Hot Afternoon on the Island

You were changing for a banquet, after a training with the Kuja warriors. The half-open door, the afternoon breeze carrying the sound of her distracted humming voice.

Hancock - who had just come to get a ceremonial necklace - entered without announcing.

And you suddenly turned.

Totally naked.

For a second, time stopped.

You too.

But he didn't scream.

He didn't even cover himself.

His eyes went down, slowly...

Even him.

You frowned with a purely curious expression, too innocent to realize the impact it caused.

- "That... always looks like this when you look at me?" - you asked, pointing to the evident volume under his clothes.

He couldn't answer.

You approached, barefoot, with your hair glued to your neck still wet from the bath. He looked down, his eyes narrowing like someone who analyzes a biological mystery.

And then...

He touched.

With fingers still cold.

Slow.

Like someone who touches something sacred.

He moaned low - almost a swallowed prayer.

You didn't back down.

On the contrary... exploited.

With light touches, almost joking. Squeezed, smoothed, like those who test texture, temperature, shape.

- "It's hot... it pulses... it looks like it's going to explode..." - you murmured with wide eyes.

- "Does it hurt?"

He was tense. The contracted muscles. The heavy breathing. The blurred vision.

- "Y/N..." - he said, with a hoarse voice, almost begging.

But when you knelt - not out of submission, but out of pure curiosity - he lost control of his own body.

You looked up, still innocent, still smiling:

- "Is it possible to put it in my mouth?"

And before he could stop her, you did.

No fear.

Without technique.

But with the same sweet and intense fascination he showed when exploring new fruits, maps and stars.

And that...

It was the first time Hancock knew hell and paradise at the same time.

———————

—Back to the present...

He opens his eyes, still in the shower, with you sleeping in bed.

The desire comes back like a tide.

But now... mixed with fear.

Because you're too sweet.

And him? Too dark inside.

"You touched me without knowing that you possessed me."

"And now... even if I wanted to... I couldn't return you to the world."

He gets up, gets out of the water.

And walks to you.

Without making noise.

But with the heart roaring inside the chest.

He lies down behind you.

Kiss your neck, soft.

And whispers:

- "If one day you leave me... I won't know who I am."

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Night in Amazon Solis

He's on you.

The room is immersed in shadows, illuminated only by the low flames of the torches. His breath weighs on your neck. The strong body presses yours, but with reverence. With each slow, deep thrust, he whispers promises that go beyond the flesh.

- "You feel, don't you?" - he says through his teeth, his voice stroked.

- "The way my body looks for yours. As if... he knew that you are the only place where I want to exist."

You answer with a low moan. Your legs intertwine with his. Your eyes are watery - not from pain, but from something bigger. Delivery. A strange desire to belong.

He holds your face with both hands, gluing his forehead to his.

- "Tonight... you won't just be my lover."

- "It will be... mine."

- "My eternally."

His body vibrates under his when he continues, deeper. More tense. As if something inside him was on the verge of explosion - not only physical, but spiritual.

- "Accept everything from me." - he moans, his voice deep and hoarse.

- "My heat. My essence. My name, my curse, my love."

You hold him by the shoulders, scratching, pulling, almost crying with such intensity.

And then he stops. For a moment.

Look into your eyes.

And swears:

"I give you my seeds...

Not only to create life.

But to link your soul to mine.

So that no dimension, time or god can take you away from me."

And then he moves one last time, with strength, desire and reverence.

Your whole body responds. His too.

The explosion is not only physical. It's as if the world collapsed around.

He remains on you, panting, with his face buried in your neck, his body shaking.

And there, between sweaty sheets and whispered oaths, you are no longer two.

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Then, he takes you in his arms to the inner altar of the temple. Naked, wrapped only in a light mantle, you are marked with a symbolic trace in dark paint, drawn by him in the center of your womb.

- "This symbol... is the fusion between your name and mine. Now, you carry the seal of my clan... and of my heart."

You touch his chest.

- "And you carry something of mine too."

He smiles. Not with arrogance. But with peace.

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[iloveseraphims]

S-Snake Headcanon

S-Snake x Reader

Warnings: She can turn you into stone!!

💖-) You were one of the authorized chip holders. The only thing you did was exchange orders and tasks, or so you thought.

💖-) It started with the little things. When others tried to make eye contact with her, she would turn her face away or crush them with her gaze but when it came to you, she would not look away. When you noticed this, you spoke, "You look at me differently." "You are the one in command," she replied but her eyes said something else.

💖-) She immediately takes action when she receives your orders, but when you say “thank you” she stops for a second and starts squinting. “Why did you thank me?” she asks; she’s not used to it.

💖-) Congratulations you now have a guardian angel.

💖-) She watches everything you do with great curiosity but tries not to show it. When you notices, she denies the allegations.

💖-) If you show favoritism to another Seraphim one day, she will purse her lips and turn away. She will not admit her own jealousy.

💖-) When you return to the ship after the mission, you see her waiting for you. She says "To report." as the reason but she doesn't say anything. She just stands there.

💖-) Sometimes when you go on a mission, you ask the cook for dessert and distribute it to everyone on the ship. You were the only higher-ranking person who did this, and that was when she had her first dessert.

💖-) She can't wait to have her next dessert with you. It's her favorite thing to do, even if no one knows.

💖-) She loves the way you look at her with humanity. You create a heaviness in her heart and this feels right.

💖-) She finds you very confusing. She doesn't understand your jokes, she's not interested in them. But she listens attentively. The words came from your mouth, that was enough to catch her attention.

"You're so small I could squeeze you like a toy."

"Hee..."

"Like a teddy bear..."

💖-) She once turned you to stone during a mission. It was unexpected but fixable. She stole a silent kiss from your forehead before turning you back to your old self.

💖-) You're her only favorite person, she still thinks you might get squeeze like a teddy bear. That's why she wants you to stay away from the other Seraphim.

💖-) In a village, when a little girl wants to put a flower in her hair, she doesn't let her. But when you take the same flower in your hand, she kneels down and bows her head silently.

💖-) While S-Gecko is laughing after a bad joke he told you, S-Snake narrows her eyes and says, "Did you do that to make our commander laugh?" Although you want to lighten the mood, her look is like a call to 'keep your distance' from other Seraphim.

💖-) When you send her on a mission alone, the first thing she says when returns, “Around me was quiet without you.” Then she quickly changes the subject.

💖-) S-Flamingo raises his voice during the mission briefing, S-Snake slowly turns her head towards him and says coldly, "You should make less noise in the presence of our Commander." When you try to intervene, her voice softens suddenly towards you: "Excuse me, I was reacting on your behalf."

💖-) Other Seraphim (especially an S-Flamingo or S-Gecko) chats you up too much, she interrupts and says, "If the report is complete, I'll excuse you." Her tone is harsher than usual.

💖-) She is in your eyes, and you in her eyes like a puppy.

💖-) Whether on duty or off, she always puts your happiness first, even if it means disobeying orders.

💖-) She wants the duty of protecting you to be her alone. She requested it but was denied. She did not give up.

💖-) She expects praise from you. Give her praise.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.

[str1ped-b0a]

art of me and my friend's oc for valentine's day :3

[alias-b]

"a flame in your heart"

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Cooper Howard and my plus Vaultie from my reader fic by @apraxvalith

[granolahbarbootygreen]

Tension & hesitance

[croclovmoon]

Check out this amazing AU from ReynaAtTheEnd

This not my story but the person who owns it doesn't have tumblr. So I decided that the one piece tumblr fandom needs this in their life. The synopsis is that king finds out the seraphim exit 7 days before marineford. Three hours before the execution is to acure Sengoku gets a call from Egghead. Chaos insues. Chapters 1-20 up now the author does not have an upload schedule. Now for just one interesting insight to the story, the author is making Moria a bigger threat than he already was.

Ch. 1-17 arc 1

Ch. 18-24 arc 2

Ch. 25-33 arc 3

Ch. 34-43 arc 4

Ch. 44-59 arc 5

Ch. 60-69 arc 6

Ch. 70- ongoing arc 7

The author has decided to call it the "Age of Emperors AU"

[twinflameauwof]

Get Smooshed

Mulloway, Shell, and Kuhli are 3 loving SeaWings living in the Sea Kingdom.

Mulloway is a Scout for the SeaWing army, luckily, there hasn’t been much activity from enemy kingdoms, granting him more time at home.

Kuhli is a hunter, making most of her income through selling her catches to her merchant friends, even going further inland for more exotic prey.

Shell is a writer, often drawing from tales Kuhli hears from merchants and traveling dragons. She was blinded in one eye due to an incident in her dragonet-hood, but she’s managed to adapt over the years.

(These guys were partially created to spite that one person on tiktok who started trending for hating poly people. Tho I have always wanted to make poly oc’s so here we are :3)