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moved !!  ↠  find me @regensia​

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★ Coby Wallpapers ★ ↳ Credits: x

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akaishinju​

It would be a lie to pretend he didn’t actively tried to provoke that kind of reaction, especially when that pink-haired marine was lurking at the poster of his brother, but surely, he didn’t expect such a chaotic mess ! As soon as the young man turns around to face him, his cheeks matching the bright colors of his own flames, Ace raises his eyebrows, and scratches the back of his nape, slightly embarrassed and amused at the same time. Poor fellah… He can’t even talk normally.

“Hahahaha, you should see your face!” Ace laughs, an attempt to lower the growing tension, while he places a hand over his hip, and bends down to look at the cadet with mischievous eyes. “Ace-san? I’ve never heard anyone from the Navy calling me with such a high respect!”

His smile widens, genuinely this time, before he straightens himself back up, as he senses that this poor man might collapse anytime soon.

“So you know Luffy?” He asks, his pride as the eldest brother blooming within his chest and making his eyes gleam with interest. “How did you encounter him?”

Wow – he hated this. Meeting the infamous Fire Fist Ace, Luffy’s sworn brother, the second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates... it was going a lot less smoothly than what felt fair. Maybe the universe hated him or something. Coby at least regained oxygen after his stuttering in shock at having been caught, though it quickly exited his brain once again as Ace laughed at him, leaning down with that look. The same devilish look Luffy often wore as a wide grin of determination was presenting itself on Ace’s face instead in his eyes, mischief dancing in them. Thankfully the moment was short-lived as the young Captain felt like melting on the spot out of embarrassment, all but scowling as he was trying to regain his own composure.

At long last did his tight grip upon the wanted poster relaxed by an iota as the other man provided him his personal space once more, Coby feeling much too warm and uncomfortable, and definitely not from Ace’s fire abilities but instead just pure shame. The honorific had just slipped out – he respected Luffy plenty, but Ace? He hadn’t meant it. They were enemies, after all.

“Luffy-san?” There was definitely a topic in common, the Marine more willing to speak now, voice and fortitude steadier at last. “We met in East Blue... i-it’s kind of a long story. I met him before he had Zoro-san join his crew.” With that, a hand rose, rubbing at his opposite arm in shying body language, not exactly eager to spill his story to someone he didn’t know well. “... he’s the reason I became a Marine, actually. But we parted as friends in Shells Town.”

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littlemissleapyear​

          🕷 It was the knock that caused her to set her gaze to lock on, it seemed the one that dare challenge her was far smatter then the rest. Good reflexes at least but could he dodge insults like he could catch that ball? So many weak men hear she almost thought about going for a walk around the corridors if this place wasn’t like an ants next. 

              Layla didn’t go through the paperwork rather it was just scattered all over the floor. Let her father resort it , that goon. That absolute bafoon of a man. An absolute …gahhhh he pissed her off so much. How could they be related! 

             “…Interrupt what? I’m just trying to keep myself busy.” She let out a sigh and sat back down in one of the disheveled chairs. “ Lieutenant Krattz is occupied at the moment….something about a call he ‘had to take’ he’s been gone for hours. Or…. how long I’ve been stuck in this bird cage?” 

             All she could do is cross her legs and lean back just staring at the other. Who was this? Why didn’t he run like the others? Then again if he was just here to talk to her father she had to be careful. After all, she didn’t tell him anything and the marines weren’t opposed to mind games.  🕷

Oh man, when the woman’s sharp eyes had locked onto him, Coby was grateful that looks couldn’t actually throw daggers. However it seemed she had been at least somewhat satisfied with the mess she had made of the Lieutenant’s office, such coy behavior not something new for the Captain to face. There was always an urge when seeing such a mess to clean up lest someone yell at him, but for the time being his focus remained on the apparent prisoner instead. This wasn’t his office, and frankly none of this situation seemed normal or appropriate, watching the woman carefully as she settled back into a chair.

“Oh. I suppose he doesn’t have a clock in here.” What a strange conversation to be holding, small talk when it should be anything but. Though at his younger age, Coby didn’t have full mastery of small talk anyways, sighing as his perplexed expression gradually was replaced with a sterner one, signifying he meant business. He had certainly decided he’d have to have a talk with Lieutenant Krattz later about this scenario. So upon speaking up once more, his tone was more rigid than might have seemed possible upon his earlier cautious entry to the office only moments ago, betraying a new side of his persona, one of an individual not unused to giving orders.

“What is your name–? I need you to explain what you’re doing here.”

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rubbermenace​

He figured as much! The latter part as well, although if asked he would likely deny caring. Such was the nature of their strange family relationship. But, given they’d both been through the wringer last they saw each other, he’s at least glad to hear that he’s still got his spirit.

“Oh– me? Geez, I don’t even know where to start…things have been crazy! I guess I just keep making enemies, huh?” Even saying something like that, he can’t help himself from smiling, like it’s more of something to be excited about than to worry about.

Of course, his grin becomes a bit more mischievous when the idea of Coby arresting him comes up. Nothing malicious, of course, but as if he’s looking forward to the inevitable challenge.

“Hehe! I don’t doubt it! With the old man training you, you’re probably gonna learn all sorts of stuff the further along you get. But I’ll warn you! When we fight, I’m not gonna go easy, so you gotta promise to go all out! I wanna see all the stuff you can do by then~!” A strange promise for friends to be making, for sure, but it feels oddly appropriate considering.

It was amazing that Luffy was already so strong – and upon having learned his immediate lineage of both Garp and Dragon, it was ultimately no surprise. Strength and stubbornness seemed to run in his bloodline, Coby only able to look on in awe the majority of the time, his goalpost of catching up to the pirate’s strength constantly shifting forward. He’d accept the challenge of course, wanting to prove his own strength and ability. The young Marine Captain would hate to let his rival and friend down, still recalling back to their first meeting how Luffy had simply stated he didn’t like him. Scared, blubbering, weak Coby; hopefully a relic of the past.

“Y-yeah... I’ve been keeping up with the news.” Of course a pirate would be thrilled about having a higher bounty and making enemies, just proof of their progress through the food chain. A bit of a chuckle came from him as he saw that wide and impish grin on the Straw Hat’s face that was quite familiar by now, a look that usually suggested trouble and chaos. But Luffy laid the challenge bare for their future selves, Coby only able to nod in agreement.

“Yeah! I won’t hold back.” With that, he held a hand out for a shake to seal the deal. He expected nothing less from their future confrontation than them both letting loose to the limits of each of their respective abilities. Usually their time together was limited, such being the nature of their chosen paths – he was glad for their exchange now. “It’s a promise...!! Just make sure you don’t get killed or arrested before then, okay?”

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@curseofabel​:

They are both discussing a few terms about the next mission they will have together. It's a late evening, and they are certainly both tired, but Mads appreciate that Coby keeps up with his nocturnal habits, and is willing to help. Honestly... Mads feels clearly comfortable with Coby around. He's always cautious, smart, and well-mannered. Mads definitely grew attached to the pink-haired man, even if he doesn't really know how to express those emotions blooming inside of his cold heart. It's an alien sensation after all. Coby is still focused, but Mads, at this point, doesn't think about anything else but his pretty face, his eyes full of life and curiosity... and those peachy lips. "Coby, have a break." Mads orders, gently circling the other one's chin. Their eyes meet, and for once, the vice-admiral has the sensation he can't control himself. "I'm..." Talking wouldn't help. Instead of that, Mads leans down, and softly presses his lips against Coby's, hoping that his cadet wouldn't die on his spot.

Plans had to be settled and he was grateful that Mads had no problem working a bit extra as well, for even though he was feeling exhaustion creep into his thoughts from a busy day, Coby knew he’d feel better once they sorted out the details. It would calm his anxious mind even with the inherent understanding that things wouldn’t always go according to plan, but it was better to cover their bases. Eyes focused upon the map spread upon the desk intensely until he heard the Vice Admiral speak, telling him to take a break. Gaze was broken and instead moved to Mads’ face in surprise as he felt a hand upon his chin, their eyes meeting, not fully able to decipher what was swirling in the other’s eyes. There was something there, something the man clearly was unable to vocalize either, but Coby would be patient for him to sort out his thoughts. It didn’t take long, not when gentle lips pressed to his own.

With that, the Captain’s brain entirely short-circuited, sending salvos of electricity along his limbs, surprise eating away at every capillary as he only froze. This... was this... were they... kissing!? Face turned red as his thoughts gradually returned to him, fingertips cold from the shock and given that all of his blood had rushed to his cheeks in his flush. Limbs felt like jelly not long after this split second, and he felt like melting now, uncertain if onto the floor or into the kiss, his own lips having pursed slightly in an attempt to return the gesture.

Though the moment seemed to last an eternity it was over just nearly as quickly as it had started, Coby realized his head was spinning, putting a hand out to the desk to keep himself steady.  “W-wow...” was all the Captain managed, static infringing on the edges of his vision. “S-sir... Mads... I...” he attempted to warn before collapsing.

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@franosuke​ ( continued ! )

At the Straw Hat’s dramatic words and pose, Coby found a smile making its way onto his face. This ship definitely had so much personality, and it was only fitting for Luffy and his crew! It almost made the Captain jealous, especially glimpsing the mikan tree – too bad Marine ships were always function over form. But they were strong and reliable ships so he couldn’t complain.

The smile then dropped as Franky spoke in an accusatory tone before Coby glanced around almost conspiratorially. He wasn’t wrong, per se, they should be enemies, but...

“L-Luffy-san is a friend of mine...! It’s okay!” Hands waved in the air to show he meant no harm and had no intent of arresting the other. “I’m not here to arrest anyone. I just... wanted to look.” As he spoke, words dropped almost to a mumble in clear embarrassment. He was friends with Luffy, but he barely knew anything about him, his crew, or his ship – so he had to take advantage of a lucky situation, except that he wished desperately that Franky wasn’t so loud.

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                  I’VE BEEN PICKING FIGHTS ALL ALONG

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𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 i cannot help but feel for you all the while

☢︎ irradiated by ame

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raise ya hand if you want to nurse Coby back to health 🥺

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advocateofheaven​

“Very good, you managed to keep them down without killing them.” The compliment prefaces challenge, “That’s three out of, what, two hundred? Just how crammed are they packing your little cruisers these days, mm~? Hahaha!”  Doflamingo spectates the pacifying maneuvers for a short time, criticizing and critiquing the damned gladiator that refused to kill. It reminds him of his former prisoner of war, the child raised and reluctant to execute her defeated opponents. How quaint. How quickly that spark of innocence was tainted red. She wasn’t strong enough to decide if they would live or die: that was for the crowd, her countrymen and audience, to decide. 

Just the same, the marines struggles for his own life and theirs.

His leg swipes in dismissal, the force enough to send the boy soaring without touching him. 

“What makes you think you’ve any business challenging me when your comrades are ready for another round?” Doflamingo chides, the unconscious men lifting from the ground listless. Closing on their captain again, their movements are less refined swords forming in their hands from string. Circling they charge- and this time when a blade misses Coby, it cleaves the neck of the opposite man in crossfire. It is not a clean cut, and the man begins to choke on his own blood as his body continues to fight. 

It was beyond clear that this was all just practically a game for the disgraced former Warlord, that literally they were all just pawns to him and his power. From here, his dream of becoming an Admiral, of reaching the strength of the likes of Garp without the help of a devil fruit – it all seemed futile in the face of a madman who sought chaos and revenge. Even more so with how easily, despite all of his training, his mastery of Rokushiki, Doflamingo had simply swiped him to the side with a powerful kick that rocketed him towards the ground. If it wasn’t for his body hardening technique, it surely would have shattered his bones, but of course it still hurt...! Perhaps something did crack after all but there was no time to dwell upon his own injuries.

Similarly did he rise to his feet like his men did, but in full possession of his own self unlike them, gasping in horror as he saw their limp bodies jerk and lift their new makeshift swords to strike. Coby’s horror didn’t end there, blood spraying from the blade that sunk into one of the men’s flesh – the same sword that had been meant for himself. But still, his body persisted, no, Doflamingo persisted, wanting to watch this sick game he created for himself to its end.

Would he let his injured men go at it and kill each other? It was clear that it was him or his men. Of course Coby’s sense of moral justice wouldn’t let his men kill each other mercilessly, most still unconscious by this point. 

“Sick bastard...!” The growled words came purely from a place of frustration, and even hatred if he could muster such a sensation – it would be a first, and genuinely heartfelt. There was no way for him to disarm them, their weapons provided by the enemy and his powers, and even just knocking his own men out of the equation wouldn’t be enough anymore. He’d have to have faith that the few that had managed to leave would return soon enough with reinforcements, with someone more capable than himself. Even as he weighed his options, the onslaught continued, Coby more aware of where their strikes may fall if not himself. One blade passed through his tricep, another blocked by a forearm, blood burgeoning from the wounds he voluntarily absorbed, seeing what he may do to clear the area, mentally apologizing as he kicked a crew mate in the ribs, throwing him far from the area. If only he could knock them all into the ocean so that they’d be free of those damn strings and not drown! “You’re a coward, Doflamingo!”

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rubbermenace​

“Shishishi, it’s been a while! You’re getting tall…!” When they had first met, after all, Coby hadn’t quite hit his growth spurt, so he was even pretty small compared to Luffy, who already wasn’t exactly towering. 

“What have you been up to? Has Grandpa still been giving you a hard time?” It’s funny that he even bothers to ask, really. It’s Garp, so of course he’s probably working the poor guy to the bone. That’s just the kind of guy his grandfather is. But, for what it’s worth, he knows that kind of training is probably the perfect impetus for Coby to get stronger and get closer to his dreams, too.

“Of course he is! He’s as tough as ever.” Coby was quick to dismiss the comment about his height with an uneasy laugh – he never really like to talk too much about himself, especially over something that he didn’t really have much control over. But he was ready to talk about Luffy’s own grandpa, his mentor that often drove him to the ground. “I’ve been on assignments lately so I haven’t seen him recently, but he’s doing well!”

He knew that the pirate and Marine hero didn’t have the standard grandson-grandfather relationship, clear from watching them meet in Water 7, but maybe the other might appreciate a bit of good news about his complicated family. Enough about that...

“What about you, Luffy-san? Your bounty just keeps growing! Before long, I’ll probably have to be the one to arrest you...!” A joke, but also a goalpost for his dream of becoming an Admiral.

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@mediicusvitae​ ( continued )

He didn’t know why she had been crying – that was none of his business to ask – but he knew that it wasn’t a comfortable feeling for anyone to go through, whatever sadness or stressed afflicted her. It had been a gamble, actually, to give essentially a stranger a hug, but the young woman wiped up her tears and didn’t seem too upset about it. Of course, there was no way for the young Captain to be aware of the Amber Lead poisoning she suffered from, the tragic story of Flevance far from the ears of a nervous wreck of a boy from the East Blue who had only barely managed to join the Marines.

Eyebrows rose in surprise as she seemed to recognize him, hidden a bit by his bandanna before the woman’s question went further, though she spoke in shy and almost uncertain tones, like the words were hard to speak. Any softness in Coby’s gaze that he held out of sympathy for her sadness had then faded at the mention of Rocky Port before he then nodded. Somehow it felt like a brick had dropped in his stomach, the man almost not wanting to answer out of fear of what would come next for this conversation.

“Y-yes, that’s me. I was... why do you ask?”

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@rubbermenace​ asked:

hug!! perhaps as consolation for decking him at marineford who knows HGJFKDHJDK

NON SEXUAL ACTS OF AFFECTION

“L-Luffy-san!” This was probably the first time Luffy hadn’t decked him when they saw each other. He couldn’t blame the pirate – the first time had been so he could get into the Marines, the second had been during a war, and well to be frank, he had been expecting a third. It was relieving to know that this time the other recognized him! The hug in itself had been a surprise, but Coby wasn’t one to turn down a small but meaningful act, returning it even if only momentarily. So upon stepping back, he gave a bit of a nervous laugh, taking in the sight of the other, wondering what adventures he had been up to that hadn’t made the front page of the news.

“It’s good to see you!”

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𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 & 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 🇹​🇴​ 🇨​🇱​🇦​🇷​🇮​🇫​🇾​﹕ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇲​🇺​🇸​🇪​ 🇼​🇭​🇴​ 🇸​🇪​🇳​🇩​🇸​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇲​🇪​🇲​🇪​﹐ 🇮​🇸​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇦​🇨​🇹​🇮​🇳​🇬​. 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇷​🇪​🇨​🇪​🇮​🇻​🇮​🇳​🇬​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇲​🇪​🇲​🇪​﹐ 🇮​🇸​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇼​🇭​🇴​ 🇭​🇦​🇸​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇷​🇪​🇦​🇨​🇹​

[ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ] My muse gently touches a bruise on your muse’s body [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] My muse brushes a strand of hair behind your muse’s ear [ 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 ] My muse tries to make yours laugh when they are sad [ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 ] My muse wraps yours in a warm blanket [ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐏 ] My muse boops your muse’s nose [ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 ] My muse laces their fingers with yours [ 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍 ] My muse cuddles up in bed to yours [ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ] My muse sits by your muse’s bedside while they are sick/hurt [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] My muse takes your muse’s hand and slow dances with them without music playing [ 𝐖𝐄𝐓 ] My muse helps yours out of soaking wet clothes [ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ] My muse gently runs a hand over your muse’s back/arm [ 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ] My muse hugs yours tightly after not having seen them for a while [ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ] My muse steps protectively in front of yours [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] My muse holds yours while they cry

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au verse where Coby actually ends up staying with Alvida and her crew and becoming a successful pirate, eventually maybe going out on his own...?