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Not dead~

Tw: beating up a person, possible yandere? Idk i wrote this half dazed. Be careful yall.

Donquixote Doflamingo x gender neutral! Reader: The Line you walk

Most people knew about you. They knew that you were affiliated with the Donquixote family for a long time. However exactly how long was unknown. You just seemed always at his side, sometimes as his +1 to events, or as his consort. The Marines were aware of your devil fruit powers, which made you able to change sizes. You could become half the size of the average giant within a minute or as small as a mouse. You used that power to gain information, or in battle.

The family knew you, and treated you as fondly as their own. You had grown with the family, and their trust in you? Full. They knew that as long as you were with the Young Master, he would be in safe hands, for it was rare that you weren't at least in some proximity to him. The Marines always suspected that you were probably hiding in Doflamingo's coat during the Warlord meetings. Mihawk knew that at least something was in that feathery coat were, and Jimbe had seen you exactly once.

Doflamingo though? He was in love with you, and you were with him. One could say that his sanity and sense was divided. Some part of it was with you at the very least. There were a few that would swear that there was at least once that they saw him calming down a bit in your presence, but of course would never say it out loud.

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In the dead of night you would sleep in his room, curling into his side, and sighing, relaxing when his arm curled around you. You were most likely one of the handful of people who knew what was behind those glasses. In your youth, after the first few times that you two had fucked and shared secrets, you and he had sat up in bed, and you watched as he took a breath, before taking off those glasses. He had prepared for horror, he had prepared for laughter, he had prepared for sympathy. But not for the anger. The rage which seeped out from your words as you cupped his cheek with a hand and promised him that you would die before you would allow him to be hurt like so. He realised then, that you were the one that he would do anything to protect. To have like a gem in his possession, to curl around, to puppet. And that you would allow him. You would fight the heavens for him and still would allow him to make you do anything with his strings. And something burned hot in his gut with that thought.

In the early hours of that morning, he watched your sleeping, fucked out body, your calm and perfect, without glasses. He then held the back of your head, letting a thread emerge from his hand and twist itself around a strand of your hair. This was a part of him around you. Forever with you. If he could he would tie a thread from his heart to yours.

He tried it a few times. Controlling parts of your body with his strings and found it surprising and not when you didn't question it. Just looked at him with nonchalance going, "Why'd you stop? I don't mind" and oh hell he was turned the fuck on with that.

To put it into perspective, he was baffled by how you would just outright trust him. And how he would want that trust. Sometimes as he watched you in the dead of night he felt that he should make it so that he was the only person you should ever put that precious, addicting trust in. Then he realised that you gave that to him regardless. You loved him, and trusted him no matter what.

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There was a time where you had gotten captured, and beaten up, you sat on your knees, hands cuffed with chains in Marine quarters. When he stormed the place to find you, surprised about the anger and the fury he felt in his chest, the happy, relieved grin you gave him was enough to make his heart flutter. Later as you were held to his chest, in bed, you heard him murmur in your hair as you fell asleep: "Never again." And he meant it. He sent less to fight battles and kept you closer to him.

From anyone who watched you two for long enough, one could eventually understand something. You loved and trusted him. So did he, but was more controlling... almost overprotective. While more people might chafe under that or despise, you seemed to want it. To go along with it without any fuss and that stumped and pleased Doflamingo at the same time.

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After he shot his brother, he entered his cabin quiet, heart bursting with emotion, somewhere between hurt and anger. You also crept in, sitting on your shared bed as you watched him pace back and forth, throwing things. He yelled at you to get out, to be in there but you stayed, watching him with calm but stubborn eyes. It infuriated him. So he grabbed your jaw.

"Get out. Last warning."

"No." You answered, gaze unwavering.

"Why? Why don't you listen?!"

"You're hurting."

"So?! You wanna 'console' me?!"

"I just want to hold you, really."

That stumped him. That's it? He scoffed, leaving your jaw, and stomped to the window, back to you. "Idiot." He muttered.

You got up then, and came to his side. Reaching for his hand, you held it firmly between your own. In a flash his strings caught you, stringing you up like a little puppet in a show, and high enough that you were at eye level with the man. "You're mine. Understand? You're never going to leave, or cheat me. Ever." He snarled, getting close to your face. Close enough that you could see your reflection in his frames.

"I don't ever wanna do that to you ever. You think I'd wanna leave you?" You huffed. He watched you for a moment more before kissing you hard and hungry. A few hours later, he had an arm around you and you were tracing imaginary lines on his torso.

"Do you think I'm a monster?"

You looked up then, and met his eyes. "Yes. But I've seen you as someone who'll always fight to get what he wants. No one is a saint. Except for Sengoku's goat maybe."

His lips curled into a grin and he squeezed you slightly. "Maybe."

One day, when he would finally destroy everything which stood in his way, he would marry you.

That morning, when he woke up first he realised you got your wish. You were holding him to your chest.

When he escaped out of jail with you in tow, he couldn't help but love you started another riot. Freeing the worst ones as well? Now that was new. Days later as you both watched the horizon, there was an understanding between you. Doflamingo was yours. To love, to hold, to trust in. You were now his. To love, to hold, to trust in, and to have.

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So this is officially my worst work because I KNOW I could have done better but I was sick and already pushing off work, so hmph. I’m so sorry @dontletanyonestealyourswag

Tw: alluded murder, mentioned of smut, pregnancy

Back in the 30’s: Sir Crocodile x Fem!Reader

To the unknowing mind, whatever you and Crocodile had in terms of romance was nothing short of a ‘beauty and the beast’ type. Known as Mr.0 in the papers and as Sir Crocodile to the public, he was a man of dual identity. He was a rich man, a man in politics, to most and the leader of the deadly mafia group Baroque Works to a few, and to you, a husband. The pair of you had met only once in childhood, where you shared your sweets with him while playing in the streets of a growing New York. You left almost immediately after but he never forgot your kindness

Years later, when he paid a visit to a man who had borrowed money from his business and it had been long since the man had paid back, he paid him a visit. A bloody one. Before he left he heard something from the closet, and found you. Terrified, eyes full of tears, and a heart that was in guilt of deriving pleasure from your husband’s death. When the two of you saw each other however, all he could think about was how beautiful you had grown to be, while you trembled under his gaze. Next thing you knew, you were carried bridal style in his arms, draped in a warm overcoat

Over the coarse of the week, he heard the truth from you. Your husband hadn’t been kind to you, having swindled you to give any money and jewels you had in your possession to him, while promising love and comfort. Crocodile sneered, how could someone harm you? You were a sweet woman, thinking only of the good of people and more importantly, good to him. Once he told you where you two had met before, you gave him that same smile as you when you were a girl, saying it was good to see him again. And oh how he melted inside.

A year later, you two were married and he spent no time in decking you in gorgeous gowns and pretty heels. Letting you try out the clothes in front of him, smiling around his cigar as he heard you happy chatter and got kisses in thanks from you. He loved giving you jewels or new clothes. Loved seeing you wear them with pride and happiness. The first time he came back late to you after work in the office, he was surprised to see you drowsy but still up waiting for him.

“But why?” He wasted no time in picking you up and carrying you.

“I wanted to go to bed with you” you answered, yawning.

The next morning, you woke up with a new necklace on your bedside table and a note with ‘Thank you’ written in his personal handwriting on it.

Regarding jewels, he bought you as many as he could, relishing in how your eyes grew wide and how you yourself would take pride in wearing them. You were his wife, so who would blame him over wanting to flaunt and letting your flaunt your jewels from him?

He took you to the pictures when he could, and was pleasantly surprised as you were a show all on your own, giving information about the actors, you thoughts on the movie and the scenes itself. He never told you, but after that, when he could take you, he watched not the movie, but you the entire time. His pretty wife.

When he had to take you to parties and galas, the first time he had to, you were anxious. This being your first gala and all. So he sat on the bed beside you and comforted you.

“If you think that any of them would say anythin’ to ya doll, they won’t.”

“How can you be so sure? I mean-“

“Doll, look at me.”

Looking, he cupped your cheek. “I’m pretty terrifying to em’ enough. They ain’t gonna say anythin’ cause of me.”

Then you said the most baffling thing he had ever heard since he had met you. “You’re terrifying?”

“Doll I’m huge and don’t smile too much. Of course I’m scary.”

You blinked, and he realised that you saw him as any normal guy. That he looked so approachable and non intimidating to you that the concept that he was scary to other people simply didn’t make sense to you.

“…Nevermind. They won’t say anything to ya okay? You’re too pretty anyway.”

Later that evening, as he watched your sleeping face, he realised that rather than just you, he might have been the lucky one just by meeting you.

He kept his mafia work away from the life the two of you shared. He knew you were aware of some aspects for it, however he didn’t want you to get caught up. At all. At home he was yours, and nothing would take him away from that.

(Although he did sometimes have the wish of bending you over his desk back in his office, or bouncing you on his dick while his men talked shop. He’d never do anything with them but… well it was nice to dream wasn’t it?)

When you one day shyly told him you were pregnant, he nearly dropped his cigar. He was so happy.

And on the day that he was presented with the child, he took the babe into his arms and immediately held close. This was his family, and he would do anything to protect it.

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WOAH! Alex is here (again)

*ahem* I shall humbly request more secret relationship fics, with the one and only, Crocodile :D

Ayyyy hey thereee :33 I… hope I did justice??

Crocodile looked at you now as you were actively watching your current favourite show and mildly wondered how did he get here. How did everything become so…domestic.

Now the man was a real estate company CEO, with dealings with the underworld. Asked the right people on the street and they would direct you to people who would be willing to do contract killing for you, which was a something he was a little more focused on as a business under him. Hell, he even had the country’s most famous casino which was rivaling Vegas’ casino.

+++x+++

The way he had met you was quite ridiculous, really. He was at one of the lower floors of his building, headache already forming thanks to some mix-up by the damn receptionists and clients when he bumped into you. You looked down at the food now spilled on the floor and your papers all over the place, and you fixed him with a glare. Yes, him, the very well-known, arguably scary, mostly intimidating, 6-foot-something CEO with a prosthetic hand and an unknown scar stretched across his face, yelled at him.

“Watch where you’re walking!” You yelled, already picking up papers and taking tissues to pick up the food.

“Excuse me?” He asked, a warning glare in his tone. Unknowest to both of you, onlookers were split between praying for you and watching dumbstruck.

“You heard me. I saw you, you weren’t even looking ahead. Watch where you’re looking next time alright?” You snapped at him.

“Hey!” Called a woman behind you. Looking at her he realised you two must be siblings, having the same eye colour and hair.

“Oh Sir Crocodile, I’m so sorry I’ll take care next time please forgive us” she started to apologise for the both of you, hand pushing your head down in a bow.

He exhaled, eyes now trained on the both of you. “…..Ensure this doesn’t happen again” he spoke, walking away. His mind, however, couldn’t stop thinking about you.

A week later, you were invited to have dinner with him and two weeks after that, you were mentally apologising to your sister as you bounced on his dick, moaning as his hand pulled at your hair, his teeth leaving another hickey on your neck.

+++x+++

You were an art teacher actually. You did digital, and if they were there, physical commissions from home and came on Tuesdays and Fridays to teach at a local school. Two out of three weeks you would spend your Wednesdays at a local Art School as a professors’ assistant. That day in his office, you were trying to surprise your sister with lunch. You were honestly a breath of fresh air. Suspicious of him at first, you soon became more trusting around him. You treated him like any other, not tip toeing around him when he was brooding or what not. You pushed at his walls, and gave him one of your usual unimpressed stares when he tried to strong arm you with threats or the like. There was, one problem however. Owing to his standing in the public and in the underworld, you were in danger. He had explained so, one evening with you sitting on the kitchen counter and him standing between your legs.

“So?”

He raised an eyebrow, “So?”

“So what? Is this the explanation as to why you don’t want me telling anyone you’re dating me?”

Idly, you were playing with your phone charm. It was custom made by a friend apparently. A coin on either side of a curled Crocodile on a piece of twine tied in your phone case holes. He’d only seen you play with it when you were worried or anxious about something. Oh, you were anxious. Anxious to see whether he was actually lying for something else.

Reaching up with his prosthetic, he cupped your cheek. He leaned down and kissed your nose, watching with a pleased huff as you scrunched it. “Think I’m lying?”

You scowled, now crossing your arms “Are you?”

Now he was pushing your torso parallel to the counter, leaning over to litter kisses to your lips and face. “Never to you, dear.”

He’d ensure you were well protected. Having one of his best killers follow you occasionally just to check on you. Even had you learn a martial arts of your choosing for self defence. Like hell if someone was able to take you away from him.

+++x+++

Sometimes he’d have nightmares or thoughts of you betraying him. Throwing his love back at him as you laughed in his face, and he would wake up, sitting up as he grabbed a cigar, leaving the bed to puff away for a few hours.

All of that stopped however, when one night you padded into the home office he had in the suite. “Crocodile?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes, dressed in some shorts and one of his shirts only. Your hair was all over the place yet you looked at him with innocent curiosity and drowsiness.

Heart still thudding from his nightmare, he waved you away. “It’s fine. I’ll come in a bit. Just had to finish up some work.”

You stood quietly for a few seconds, as if processing his words, then trudged over to him, already climbing into his lap. “S’okay. You had a nightmare didn’t ya? I’ll stay with you.” You yawned into the fabric of his shirt.

He froze, and every malicious thought about you suddenly vanished. All he could see was your soft, trusting self, who was willing to trust him at every stage. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and buried his face into your hair. “Perfect, little thing. Why do you do this to me?” He asked, and only soft snores answered him. He stayed awake till the cigar ran out, before getting up with you still in his arms, cradled like you were the most precious thing to him. +++x+++ You were the only one whom he would allow to touch his scar. Willingly. You traced it as if it were some ancient famous, important writing on an old piece of rock. You explained it was interesting to you. He looked at you as if you had grown a third head. You sheepishly shrugged. Interestingly enough, you only asked once whether you could find out about his missing hand and the scar on his face. When he didn't answer, you just took it in stride, and never even seemed to care that he hadn't actually answered, till one day he did. On his birthday, you got him a painting of his casino, as well as a phone charm for him as well. When he protested, saying that he couldn't actually put it, you shrugged saying that it would still match. It hung on his keys to the casino.

+++x+++

So the both of you had a routine. He’d leave first, you much later, to wherever you had to go. If you didn’t have classes that day, you’d end up sleeping in or doing commissions at home or at a cafe.

You’d spend time with each other whenever you could, and slowly the man came to realise. He was utterly and completely yours. Even though he never said it out loud, he trusted you. You, on the other hand, seemingly knew it. You told him how much you trusted him and didn’t push when it was good.

+++x+++

There were times, however, when he’d be woken up by you suddenly burrowing your face into his chest or any part of his body closest to you. That was your way of dealing with nightmares, and he learned it quick. He’d pull you closer, and if possible, tuck your face into his neck. Away from the scary thoughts, closer to warm comfort. When medical issues took hold of you due to your commissions or otheriwse, he would take half days, working the rest from home, and staying by your side as he chided you to take breaks sometimes. Hypocrite.

+++x+++

One night you’d come home, more quieter and sullen. He had come back early, since tonight was date night. Noticing this, he waited till you had washed up and gave you space, waiting in front of the TV, playing one of your old favourite shows until you came, plopping yourself into his lap, and burying your face in his chest. He’d immediately held you close, eyes on the show but very aware of your actions and breath.

Your mother was sick. The medical procedures necessary was ridiculously high and even combined with your sister’s income and already present bills to pay off, you were anxious and tired. He rubbed your back with his hand as you told him piece by piece, cigar held by his other hand.

“I can pay them if you want.”

You froze and stared up at him. “I- what? No”

He took a puff, then asked you, eyes still half lidded like usual. “Why?”

You looked down at your hands, index rubbing the sharp edge of one of your other nails “This- I don’t want to take advantage of you-your wealth just for my sake.”

He scoffed, and grabbed your chin, tilting it upwards. “Like hell.”

You furrowed your brows “Crocodile.”

“No, you listen”

So you did. By the next two days, your mother’s and every single bill was paid off. You thanked him with a painting of Crocodiles happily sleeping in the sun with tomatoes strewn about. He framed it and kept it on his desk.

Months later, your relationship would be announced when he took your hand in marriage.

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ahhh another idea, shanks x reader(wife?)

Reader could be a swordwoman(if that’s what they call it?)

Reader got badly injured, shanks gets worried so does the crew

mb we get to see more gentle version of shanks(?) and the crew as well

AHH, HELLO HOPE YOU LIKED THIS AHHH

Shanks x fem!Reader

As the crew fought back against Marines and this time an Admiral too, the final strike was done by you, not before you stepped in front of Beckmann, parrying the blast. However as you used your haki to block, the brunt of it broke your forearm and you groaned in pain, gritting your teeth as you ran forwards, ignoring the pain before you unleashed a powerful move towards the admiral decimating the ship. You immediately got to your knees, your hip having taken some burns as well, jamming your sword into the ship’s wood to stabalise yourself As the crew started cheering, Shanks started running to you, his brow furrowing as he held you close.

"Goofball, hurt bad aintcha?”

You grinned, sword still held tight in your good arm “Still stopped that attack didn’t I?”

He helped you up, smiling as he chastised you so you knew it was half heartedly. “Take care of yerself sweetheart. Whaddya gonna do if I ain’t there huh?”

You leaned on him, sword now sheathed and your good arm now swung around his neck. “I’ll get by, ya know that” you gave him a deadpan look.

Laughing as he made his way to Hongo’s clinic, he shook his head. “Course ya will sweetheart. Never doubted ya”

An hour later, you were in your shared cabin, arm bandaged with a splint and hip treated with some salve. Turns out two of your ribs had also cracked in the fray. Beckmann had also just left, thanking you and promising to buy the next few rounds for you the next time they were at a bar.

Shanks tutted at you, as soon as Hongo left, now sitting next to you as you sat up on the bed. “See? Told ya”

You rolled your eyes, and made a grabby hand towards your book towards the shelves on the other side of Shanks. “Yeah, yeah. Can I-?”

Handing it to you, he rested his face on your thigh sighing through his nose “Almost scared the hell outta me sweetheart”

Patting his soft hair with your injured arm lightly, you turned the pages of your book “I know, promise I ain’t gonna do it again, my little drunkard. Now do me a favour and read my book aloud for me will ya?”

You meant it as a joke. You could read your book quite easily, actually. However, the man shot up and grabbed the book reading it aloud. Hell, he even did voices.

“Oh, don’t hurt me sir! I’m just a poor woman just visiting!” He cried in a falsetto voice, ridiculously accurate.

“Shanks-“ you tried, hand over your face as you were shaking from laughter. “Shanks, please stop-“

“Hmm?”

“How are you so good at this?”

He blinked, before putting the book down and leaning towards your face. “We took care of Luffy for a while remember? I’d tell him a lot of stories too.”

As he got close to your lips he grinned “Made me learn how to do a lot of voices for the kid” he gave you a quick but soft kiss, looking into your eyes as if you were the most gorgeous, and fascinating thing he’d ever seen in his life.

You cupped his cheek, smiling as you gave him a tender kiss on his forehead “Make a voice like Beckmann and I’ll call you the master of voices”

“Deal!”

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Even the crew helped out when they could. They would bully Shanks into taking breaks when he could. They’d take turns watching over you, entertaining you or sharing gossip. You had even mediated an argument whilst in bed.

Your favourite to talk to was Lucky Roo, who ended up having the most amount of gossip about pirates all over the place. Whaaat? Sanji from the Strawhat Pirates was Judge Vinsmoke’s estranged son? Whaaat? The head of the Galley La had a child as his secretary??

Everyone was worried, but they did their best to not let you know. Hongo even admitted to you that without you up on deck, things were quieter on deck and Shanks was a little sullen these days.

You had woken up more than once to a crew mate fast asleep on the chair next to you, snoring. When it came to the food though? Their usual cook ended up plating the food with such design and nutrient rich food you had to double check that it was by them only.

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The most surprising thing after you got hurt was that Shanks was now there, not his usual clingy self, but a more gentle clingy self. He was there constantly. You could be snoring and he was there, head on your torso and fast asleep. You could be eating and he would be there, cutting your meat and letting you eat as he ate in tandem.

At some point, when your wounds gave you a fever, he sat, wiping your forehead and pressing kisses to your hand, whispering of better times and how much he truly loved you. He’d sleep only when you were truly asleep and not in a half sleep state and wake before you did.

“You’re worried aren’t you?” You had asked him, the back of your hand caressing the fat of his cheek watching as he leaned into it, eyes opening slightly to stare into yours with a reverence only described in some holy books.

“Of you? Darling please.” And there it was, that Cheshire grin of his, sounding like everything was as it usually was.

“You ass, I’m asking for me” you answered, sounding annoyed but the smile on your face told another story.

“Of course, darling.”

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You’d wake sometimes, having to shift to allow blood flow back into your limb or two after you’d get pins and needles in it and saw him also asleep. He looked not his usual self but slightly exhausted as well and your heart both swelled and broke making you lean over to press a kiss to his eyelids and leave a hand in his hair, lightly scratching it so that he’d smile and mumble some words before settling again.

When you needed baths, he’d lock the doors, grab a bucket and two towels, wetting one to wash you down and help you strip. He’d press kisses to your chest and wash you down. After he was done? He’d eat you out purely for “helping the blood flow more quicker” he claimed as your good arm clutched his hair for purchase, almost pushing his face further into your cunt. Afterwards he’d kiss you on your cheeks, promising that you could reward him later thanks.

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The day you were almost completely healed, (“but not” Hongo cautioned you “ready for fighting just yet”) you pulled Shanks into the bed, sitting on the floor, healed arm and good arm already tugging his pants down to his knees with an almost perfect copy of his grin showing back up at him.

“He didn’t say no fucking after all. Plus… gotta thank ya for all your service don’t I?”

And all Shanks could do was laugh his usual uproarious laugh before letting out a loud moan loud enough that made Hongo groan in frustration and Beckmann to sigh up on deck.

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sooo what if reader and shank,established relationship,and they keep their relationship pretty hidden for a long while until one day one of their crew m mates found them making out/kiss(?) by accidentally but that crewmate keeps that secret hidden but slowly teasers them during dinner(which made the others confused) but soon after they kind of reveal their relationship and the crew goes shocked or something

Hope ya liked this!!

Shanks x Reader: Affairs and affinities

Hongo was quite frustrated about this. He wanted to find the captain to ask him a question about their next stop. The thing was, he had relatives living in the island coming up, but there wasn't an official plan about actually stopping there. Finding Beckman, he asked, only for the gunner to shrug and direct him to find their red haired captain. "I don't see an issue. Best to just let the captain know, anyway. He wanted to go quickly to Lions plains island cause of someone he knows' wedding."

Nodding, the doctor set off to find their captain. The issue here was, he couldn't find the damn man. He had checked belowdecks, at the Crows Nest, at the front, in his cabin, in the gallery, in the drinks storage, hell, even his own clinic. How in the four seas could their captain disappear while they were at sea was beyond him, but the fact was ridiculous. Currently, he was just opening doors belowdeck, and as he opened the door to the cleaning closet he froze.

There, on an upturned bucket, sat the man he wanted to find, along with you on his lap, his hand on your ass. Currently there was spit connecting yours and his lips together, as you two froze and stared at him. Then he yanked the door shut with a "SORRY!" And a blushing face.

Not even a second later, you opened the door and caught the man's arm, yanking him in. "Hongo, listen-"

"Nope! My bad! I didn't see anything!" Yelped the now very prominently blushing man, hand over his eyes. Behind you, Shanks was laughing, hand slapping his knee.

"Would you quit it?" You snapped.

"Aw, c'mon darlin'. Someone was bound ta find out anyway." Crooned the man, now bearing a smug grin.

"Yes, but- Hongo, would you just look at me?" You looked at him now.

Peeking out between his fingers he gave you an unsure look. Sighing, you answered him. "Look, it's fine. No issues that you saw us. So don't freak out about it or whatever, okay?"

"Da-ha-ha-ha!" Laughed your (oh gods, thought Hongo) red haired lover.

"Shaaaanks" You groaned.

"Okay, okay" He waved you off. Then he looked back at Hongo. "Listen, just...keep this a secret okay? Me and darlin' ain't ready to just tell everyone just yet."

As Hongo listened to his captain, he watched you go over to Shanks, one hand in the hair at the back of his head and Shank's only hand sitting on your hip. Then it hit him. You both were comfortable with each other. Did that mean-?

"-ngo, Hongo! Buddy, you there?" Came Shanks' voice. Hongo blinked, shaking his head a bit, before looking back at the both of you.

"Sorry, it's just." He ran a hand through his hair. "How long have you two been dating?"

As if like Siamese twins, both of you blinked at the same time, then shared a glance, before looking back at him. "Uh, about 10 months?" Answered Shanks, and you nodded frowning. "Almost a year, yeah?" You looked back down at your captain.

He hummed, agreeing. "Seems about right."

Hongo's jaw dropped. Almost a year? How did none of them notice? Not even Yassop? Wait, that meant-

"Am, am I first one to know?" He sputtered out.

You gave him a sheepish grin, and Shanks, a more affirming one. "Yep."

Hongo looked down, feeling his head explode. "Holy..."

"Look just keep it a secret awright? Like they said, we ain't ready to-"

He waved him off, "Yeah, don't-don't worry. I'll keep my trap shut."

"Thanks, Hongo. Really."

Flashing them a reassuring smile, he left the closet, knowing he needed to get some air.

As they watched him leave, you turned to look at Shanks. "Baby."

"Hmm?"

"What if...."

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Oh, he was going to die. He was going to fucking die, right here at this fucking table, in this damned ship, in the middle of the sea. Hongo's eyes moved side to side as you sat on one side, and the captain on another. The both of you. Were fucking flirting. AT THE TABLE. WITH HIM STUCK IN THE MIDDLE.

If he was still a first year student, and he saw his blood pressure, he was pretty sure that:

A. The blood pressure would be HIGH.

B. Younger him would probably faint out of shock.

The process of you two flirting with him the in the centre for some unknown, ridiculous reason, was: accidentally touching his legs, when one person wanted to touch the other's, or, passing things to and fro in front of his nose with comments. (Oh saints the comments.) AND HE WAS PRETTY DAMN SURE THAT THERE WAS SOMETHING GOING ON BEHIND HIS BACK. LITERALLY.

The product of all these shenanigans, was a visibly distressed Hongo, very confused crewmates, and two very smug (one being able to hide it well and the other....not so much. I'll leave it up to you which one was more smug here) people sitting on either side of the ship's doctor.

An exhibit of the "comments":

Shanks: Oh please pass the meat, would ya?

You: Oh of course! I'm so sorry.

Shanks: Don't be sorry! You're our beloved crewmate after all.

*Cue you laughing.*

To say that the others were baffled was an understatement. Their brows only rose higher, and their confused frowns grew deeper as you proceeded to include him in your banter as well.

You: Oh Hongo! Would you like some wine?

Hongo: Uh, I-

Shanks: Course he will! Our beloved doc gotta party when he ain't on the job, don't he?

Hongo: Now hold on a-

You, visibly having perked up: Exactly! Here why don't you pour it out for him.

You offered a glass on the other side of Hongo, causing Shanks to lean across, and giving Hongo a fantastic look at the many hickeys hidden under his collar.

Oh lords and ladies and angels of paradise what in the living hell did you drag me into. -Thought Hongo, mentally groaning.

"Uh....Captain?"

The three of you broke your little game and looked at Lucky Roo who looked back at you three, meat held in his hand, cheeks as usual full with food.

"Y'all are uh....acting weird."

Yes!!! Cheered Hongo internally, for once praising the speedster of Crew.

You looked behind Hongo, to Shanks, exchanging a glance.

"Well....the thing is-"

"Y'see boys-"

"Just say it at the same time" cut in Hongo, almost begging at this point.

"Alright, alright"

The pair of you looked at the rest of the crew, now all leaning forwards to see/understand what was going on.

"We're dating"

"WHAAAAAAT?!?!" Came the collective reaction.

"Finally!" Heaved Hongo, his hands in the air.

Next came the flurry of questions and reactions:

"Really? You can do better than the Captain" Waved Yassop dismissively.

"Hey! That's mean!" Interrupted Shanks, but half heartedly, smiling when he saw you laughing.

"How long have y'all been dating?" Cut in Beckmann.

"Almost a year-"

"Ehhh?!?!" Gasped Limejuice. "How did we-" then he glared at Yassop. "Yassop!"

"Whaaat?!" Yelped Yassop. "What did I do?!"

"Well you-"

Hongo now was grinning. Well, all's well that ends well. At least he didn't have to hide it anymore. But hold on. He took off his coat, to see what was at the back of it only to thump both the captain and you on the head. "WHY IS THERE FOOD STAINS ON MY JACKET?!"

"DAHAHAHAH-OW"

"HEY!"

Needless to say, the Red-Haired Pirates ship would be a lot more lively tonight.

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Sir Crocodile x Chronically Ill!Reader pt.8

pt.7

Aaaand another one for y'all

Tagged accounts: @tsumu-senpai @joyfulllittlething again, lemme know if any of yall wants to be tagged

Puru puru puru.... puru puru puru....

Gachak.

"Hello?"

"Please tell me about your day. I am on the verge of giving up on planning this wedding and running back to you."

"Ku-ha-ha-ha, that bad huh?"

"Horrible. I want to murder most of my uncles and aunts. So I beg you, please talk to me about anything, everything, honestly."

"Well, the casino had a bachelorette party come in, they spent a lot on tables, which made for some nice benefits for this week. Today, some pirates came into the marketplace and tried to start some sort of coup...." A sigh passes from one end of the call to the other's ear.

"Quite ridiculous really. They weren't even properly prepared."

A snort "That bad?"

A grin is almost heard on the other side. "Awful. They had barely started too. None of them had a devil fruit as well."

++++×++++

A pause. "I have a question"

"I'm listening"

"Does it feel funny?"

"What does?"

"When you change to sand and then back?"

"What do you mean, funny?"

"Like er....odd? Like everything and nothing at once? Disorienting?"

"Hmm......at first it did, yes. It feels much more ah....natural now, you can say. Much more easier."

"Sounds like when it first happened you were quite baffled by it"

"Ku-ha-ha-ha-ha, assuming things are we?" Croons one side

No response, but a smile on the other.

"When will this wedding get over for you anyway?"

"We-ell, in a week or two?"

"That's a lot of planning for one wedding"

"Tell me about it, there's so much to coordinate with. Oh, go here! Oh, we need this! We need that! Ugh. How you even manage to do what you do is beyond me"

"Ku-ha-ha-ha comes with practice I'm afraid." 

A yawn comes from the other side. This side checks the clock. It's late.

"You should get some rest. We can talk later"

"No, I'll, I'll stay awake. I want to hear you" the other side whines.

A chuckle from this side "Is that so?"

"Mhmm."

++++×++++

5 minutes later, there's soft snoring from the other side. This side smiles and with a soft tone murmurs, "Good night my dear"

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Sir Crocodile x Chronically Ill!Reader pt.7

Here's some more stuff for you Croco lovers~

Pt.6 pt.8

Tagged accounts: @tsumu-senpai @joyfulllittlething lemme know if anyone else wants to be tagged!

The first time you were to visit your parents back home for a family event, you felt that something was off with him. He seemed more distant, and just generally displeased. You were concerned...but you had to pack stuff too. On the morning you had to leave, you caught his hand before he left your bedroom.

"Crocodile."

He stopped and looked down at you. You could feel his hand, warm and coarse. 

"Are you okay?" You asked softly.

He stared inscrutably at you for a few moments. You tried not to fidget.

"See, because you've ah.....not been acting like usual" You started to feel awkward, your voice becoming more and quieter.

All of a sudden his hand leaves your hold and your hair is being ruffled. Your nose scrunches up at the sudden action and your hands come up to try and stop it, only for him to leave your head, muttering "Clever little thing" low enough for only you to hear.

Your face is now cupped, with strong, wanting lips on yours and how can you say no? You cup his face and meet it without fear. He pulls back after some seconds. Minutes? You can't tell. His thumb strokes your cheek as he looks into your eyes. 

"I can't see you off, but I'll be right there whenever you call." He murmurs and his sand moves to reveal a den den mushi in front of you. You take it, studying the little creature. 

"Okay"

He places one last kiss on your head and leaves.

As you set off on the ship you stare back at the retreating Alabasta docks only to see a whirl of sand reforming into what you can vaguely see as your husband. You wave and you could swear it waved back at you slightly.

++++×++++

It's a wedding between your oldest cousin and the love of his life. As per tradition, it's up to you and the rest of your cousins to handle it. Having been the only cousin in your family having been married, you were appointed as the general manager of planning the wedding. You loved and hated it, realizing how stressful most wedding planners have it. Calling people, arranging for things, yeesh. You loved it, feeling helpful but also annoyed at some of your cousins and their needs and wants. 

One night you sat on your childhood bed, exhausted after the 3rd day of your planning. Your feet ache, and your belly is full, seems the perfect time to hit the hay. However, your eyes land on the bedside table where you had set down the den den mushi Crocodile gave you. You bite your lip looking at the clock. It's not that late...

You pick up the receiver and hold it to your ear with bated breath. It rings for a few minutes at least and you sigh about to keep the receiver down. Well, if anything at least you could say you tried��to call him-

"It's Crocodile"

You yelp and fumble with the receiver as it almost slips from your fingers. You hold it up to your ear again. "H-hello?" Gods, you feel like an idiot.

"....Ah, it's you."

You smile slightly from your end, even if he can't see it. "So it's me. How've you been doing?"

You hear a shift as if he's moving in his seat. "Working. Not much of a change here."

"Really? How are the Bananawanis?"

"They're good" He sighs into the receiver. "What about you?" Did his voice get softer? 

"I'm being made to manage and plan the entire wedding" You sigh with a smile.

"Really? How's that going?"

You tell him all about the work you've done, your struggles, and your hopes for the job. Eventually, you look at the clock and freeze. You've chattered his ear off for quite some time. "Oh, damn look at the time. I must be tiring you huh" You say sheepishly.

"No."

You blink, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"

"You haven't been tiring me at all" He answers. "I like hearing your voice" 

You pause, jaw dropping slightly. "I- wh-" you stutter.

His laugh bubbles from the receiver, and you find yourself smiling giddily at the sound, curling over the receiver, and feeling your heart warm.

"How come you're still awake?"

"Well, I still have work to do."

"It's...late. By now you would have come home."

"Not if I had so much work left"

"Not even if I was waiting for you?" Now a teasing smile comes from your side.

"You cheeky minx" He chuffs.

Now it was your turn to laugh. What a man.

[mewnewew]

Sir Crocodile x Reader

Ya ever write something in fit of half insanity and ponder about yer life a bit?

You were at the balcony, looking out at the view when you felt a much larger hand and the curve of a hook snake around your stomach and hips. "Hmmm? What's up?" You said softly, feeling your lover's face tuck itself in the curve between your neck and shoulder. You smiled, feeling him press kisses to the back of your ear, and one of your hands went to cup the side of his face.

"Nothing." He murmured.

Now you were chuckling, body squirming slightly as his breath tickled your ear and you could feel his hand tighten on your hip, and his lips curling into a smile. "Pretty thing. All mine aintcha?" He whispered, pressing more kisses, now spurred on by your reactions.

You hummed in affirmation, your free hand on his hook as you leaned back, into him. "All yours baby." You cooed back.

++++×++++

You had woken up first, the curtains having not been pulled together properly the night before, so there was a sliver of sunlight hitting your face. You scrunched up your nose, burying your face in your pillow with an small noise of protest, turning your head to the other side where your boyfriend was currently sleeping. You shifted closer, where he automatically pushed a hand underneath you, pulling you on top of him. "What time is it." He croaked, eyes still closed.

"Don' know, don' care", you yawned, hands folding underneath your head.

He sighed, moving his other arm, underneath his head, leaving his hand to stroke your back. "Pretty, I gotta get up soon."

"No"

"Sweetheart."

"10 minutes more, c'moooon" You whined.

".....Fine."

Needless to say, he ended up getting late.

++++×++++

"You're like a cat, you know that?"

"Hmm.....wha-?" He mumbled, half asleep. His head was on your lap as you combed your hand through his soft hair. You two were in his office, with you having dropped in for a quick visit.

You grinned. He had a tendency of absolutely loving when if someone ran their hands through his hair. It put him at ease, and if your pulled enough, into a more energised state. He really was a cat.

"I wonder what kind of cat you'd be" You wondered, looking at the aquarium across you.

"What are you talking about, a cat?" He grouses.

"Cause you're acting like one" You bite your lip, smiling. You're trying to not burst our laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

He turns in your lap, giving you an unimpressed look. "I am not acting like a cat of all things."

"Are too."

"I'm not."

"Are too!"

"I'm not." He says, now.....oh by the seas, he's pouting.

Now you just start laughing, your hands at your mouth and you feel him sit up, pulling you into his lap. "Silly thing. What shall I do with you, hmm?" He clicks his tongue but you can hear the smile in his voice.

++++×++++

It's late, and you've almost turned in for the night at your flat. Ever since your precious love has been jailed in Impel Down, you found yourself trying to be under the Marines radar, finding yourself working as a receptionist at a hotel in a country in the grandline. Earning for yourself has kept you busy, giving you less time to worry over your lover who had recently broken out. Would he come? Would he not? You didn't know. All you knew was that if he didn't, then it was his way of telling you to move on. Live your life away from him. Away from the danger which emanated from his actions.

As you walk to your bedroom, you hear a knock from the front door and you tense. It's almost midnight. Who the hell-?

Grabbing a gun you kept hidden under your sofa, you hide it behind you as you open the door just a bit. You instantly freeze, dropping the gun and open the door wider. It's him. It's, it's, your lover in the fucking flesh. Standing outside your door.

You can only gape at his appearance as he gives you a look, eyes taking in your form, and you reach up a hand, shaking as it moves

With a sob you throw yourself at him and he automatically catches you, picking you up and entering, having closed the door with his sand. Some part of him is instantly reveling in the feel of you, the smell of your night cream, your sound, every bit of you. Another part is just shocked at your reaction.

"I'm so sorry-" You almost wail, tears brimming in your eyes. "I just didn't really believe that you'd come back for me!"

And with that he's now seated on your sofa, with you in his lap, his head alternating between, pressing kisses of reassurance, apology and love, and nuzzling the side of your head. His hand cradles the back of your head, ringed fingers tangling in your hair.

"It's okay, I'm here now. Don't worry. I wouldn't ever leave you" He tries to shush you, murmuring in a soft voice. Vaguely, you too can feel the firm press of his hook's curve on your back. He moves you back, so that he can look at you and you can feel his hand bunching the back of your shirt slightly. He rests his forehead against yours, holding you tight against him.

"As soon as I got money and my contacts back, I tried my best to find you, baby. Didn't I tell you? You're the only thing, the only thing on this planet who can have me." With this he kisses you and the two of you feel complete again, even if it's only been a couple of months of your separation.

++++×++++

It's only been a day later, but neither of you have been able to separate yourselves. He's currently holding you close, his head on your chest as you keep a hand buried in his hair and your other hand on his. "Lover, tell me, what are you going to do now?" You whisper. Almost as if to not break the sanctity, the comfort of this moment, this situation.

He holds you tighter for a moment, then answers. All you do, as the rays of the morning shine upon you both is just press a kiss to his forehead, and hold him closer to you, if possible. He would find you, months later, on Kari Barai, happy to see him again.

++++×++++

Years later, a much older Daz would trudge further up a hill, on a forgotten island, to visit two graves. Both old, but one is slightly more older than the other. Upon reaching it, he would place a bouquet between the two, and sit, talking to them. A few hours later, he would leave.

After all, Sir and his lover did like the idea of spending their final moments alone on a forgotten island, no one but each other to be with.

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hiii I had a random idea

Zoro x reader

zoro and reader used to be tgt but broke up(mutual?) a long time ago, somehow the straw hats recruited a new member(reader) while zoro was asleep during the whole situation

Maybe there’s prob still some romantic tension between them? I think the both of them would somehow act like an old married couple lol

Heeey! Hope this fits. I think I threw more Strawhat stuff there more than needed oops. Yes I made that icon thing. Is it good?

A page left unfinished: Zoro x Reader

"It's weird...."

"Yeah it kind of feels like...."

"They're married?" Say both Nami and Usopp, simultaneously as the rest of the Strawhats watch you and Zoro bicker.

The argument had started when his swords had accidentally bumped against your hip while you were carrying some produce to Sanji. This caused you to yell at him, keeping the produce and him to get back at you.

"You can keep them down, you know? No one's going to steal them!"

"I said I'm sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it! It's hit me hundreds of times!"

"Oh please, it's not hundreds."

"How would you know?!"

And so on and so forth.

You were a new member, having joined the crew only a few islands back. While you were easygoing and quite amiable with the rest of the crew, they quickly found out your other side when you interacted with Zoro. In fact, the first time they saw you interacting with him was quite funny in hindsight.

(Zoro yawned, getting up and stretching. He'd been up all night, since there was a pirate attack via a pink, living submarine that he and was fighting off and probably had missed their stop to Plum Island. Scratching his scalp, he meanderd towards the kitchen where the rest of the crew were, taking a seat, he ignored Sanji's usual retort of how late he was and started drinking sake.

. . .Eh?

He proceeded to spit it out onto your face, realising his ex was sitting opposite him, shrieking at the sudden spray.

"You bastard!" You cursed.

"What?! What are you doing here?!"

"I'm your new nurse, you dumbass."

"Chopper doesn't need a clumsy idiot like you!"

"Why you-" You were getting up, already rolling up your sleeves, face still dripping with sake onto your shirt. Zoro getting ready with his swords.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Cried Nami, standing up and putting both hands in each of your directions. "What's happening here? Zoro, why're you acting like this? How do you know each other?"

With that, the both of you sat down, huffing. "We used to date, a few years ago."

"WHAAAAT?!" echoed the entire crew.

You looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "What, you didn't tell them?"

He grumbled, having folded his arms and shrugging. "If I knew you were going to be coming, I woulda told them."

With a sigh you flicked his forehead. "Pay attention and stop sleeping all the time!")

And that started it all. However, there were times where you two worked perfectly well. You had a power similar to Law's. Pulling. Not exactly switching something into it's place, just pulling the object or being to you. They had seen how well you and Zoro worked together when you managed to get on one side of the island when your group needed him, instantly pulling him to join the battle on this side. When you were in danger, you could yank him over to you, even over 5 ships lined tip to tip away. Hell, the entire crew was more than thankful for your power. (It saved them from being dragged by Luffy into the chaos)

Chopper couldn't be more than thankful when you yanked him back to his bed instantly, in order to not let him ruin his bandages. Sanji, praised you more than usual, thanking you with more of your favourite dishes when you could instantly just yank the man to your side, even if he was snoring in the Crows nest. Ussop thanked you profusely when you yanked him back when everyone was getting back to the ship, not letting the man get lost again.

Sanji, as he did with the rest of the crew, chatted and was generally on good terms with everyone, and since you were new, tried to cater to you more than usual, in order learn about your eating habits. Zoro, would do nothing out the ordinary other than roll his eye more than usual, and huff. Although, he did realise how closely you two moved.

⚔️

During one particular, ordinary meal after a battle, you sighed, and looked exhausted. Poor thing, you'd been using your power like anything and that took a lot out of you, if done with many people, regardless of amount of use. While everyone was quite tired, you looked almost dead on your feet. Before Sanji could offer to take you to your bed or something, Zoro stood, and nudged at your almost asleep state.

"C'mon, up" He coaxed.

"Hah? Whuzzat-?" You mumbled, blinking up at him.

"We're going to your cabin. C'mon"

"Huh? Oh, okay." You murmured, getting up almost unsteadily on your feet, where Zoro caught your hand, tugging you gently against him, so that you could lean on him.

Sanji, for once, towards Zoro, was speechless. He'd never seen that look on his face. It was a face of care, under a layer of worry. Another thing he had seen not necessarily only on the Swordsman's face but in his body language was the unspoken love. He knew what to say, how to handle you. That was love. Hell, he saw the trust that you had with him. Granted, you were quite comfortable with the crew now, there was something with Zoro, that was almost....natural. Just between you two.

"Well, I'll be." He whispered, half to himself, as he watched the duo go.

"Oi, Luffy! Don't steal Sanji's food!"

Robin walked past your room, humming to herself. Then paused. Walked back a little and looked in. There sat Zoro, frowning. He was looking at you, pointing at a....chart?

⚔️⚔️

"....She married Zack, you remember Zack right?"

"Why the hell would she do that."

"Exactly!" You threw your hands in the air. "That's exactly what I said!"

He crossed his arms, nodding for you to continue. "And what did she say?"

You clasped your hands together, put them on your chest and bore a sappy expression, blinking coquettishly. ""Oh, you don't get it. I love him!"" You said in a falsetto voice.

"Ugh!" Zoro scowled, shaking his head. It was at this point that Robin realised you were doing another married couple thing: gossiping.

"Thank you! Someone understood me!" You exclaimed.

"How the hell did her brother allow that? You told me he hated that guy."

"Heh" You grinned. "I don't think he'd much hate the guy, not when he was also dating him."

"What?-" and on you two continued.

She shook her head and moved on, stifling her laughter. What a pair you two were.

⚔️⚔️⚔️

Another moment was when Brook was sitting with Chopper, singing him a song he had heard about reindeer.

"And so they huffed..

And so they puffed

And they raised their heads up hi-i-gh..

For they pushed against, the cold, and the ice,

To sleep with a happy smi-ile~"

Laughing, Chopper clapped his hooves together. Then paused, looking behind him.

"What is it Chopper-san?"

"It's Zoro. He's holding chocolates? I thought he didn't like chocolates!"

Blinking, Brook stood up from his chair, coming to also see over the railing. Yes Zoro was indeed walking on the deck, towards you, holding chocolates in one hand. Coming over to you, he spun you around, dumped them in your hands and left. Quickly recovering from the shock, you yanked the table from where Brook and Chopper were, to crash onto Zoro, since he was in its path. Cursing at you, he turned-only to hear giggles as you had run off. Though the pair could clearly see he didn't have any real malice or anger in him. He was happy.

"I don't get it." Announced Chopper.

"Get what?"

"Why do they act like that? They, seem like they like each other, but they...."

"Act like enemies?"

He nodded. Brook looked at his violin, thinking how to best answer him. The violin had been bought by Robin, as a birthday gift, from a island known for it's instruments.

"Love isn't always erased after the relationship ends."

"It's still there? Even after so long?"

"Unless both or one party officially turns that love into something else that ruins what the other side or both sides cannot tolerate, it's still there. Just like how Sabo and Luffy loved and cared for each other, even when one party thought the other had died."

"Like me, Doctorine, and Doctor Hiriluk?"

Brook now looked at the young reindeer, his voice now soft, bearing an evident smile in the tone. "Yes. I'd imagine our young friends are somewhat similar in that aspect as well."

Then he chuckled conspiratorially, hand over his mouth. "Plus, no one said we couldn't keep bets and enjoy their antics, yo-ho-ho-ho-ho!"

At the final battle, a lot of people managed to fulfill their dreams. Zoro was one of them, having defeated Mihawk in a duel. He was due to go back to his hometown, to return Kuina's sword in a few days. The night before he left, you grabbed his plate of food, and went to find him. As expected, you found him at the Crows Nest, staring out at the distance.

⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️

"Oi, Greatest Swordsman" You called out.

"Hah?" He turned back, then relaxed slightly, and you knew he was somewhat pleased by that reaction.

"Got yer dinner."

"Thanks."

You came, and handed him his plate, before settling down next to him, sharing the view.

"So, how's it feel?"

"....Like normal actually. I knew I'd get there one day."

"Well" you sighed, leaning on his arm. "You were always gunning towards it, even when it seemed like you weren't."

"Heh, guess so."

Neither of you commented when Zoro's hand held one of yours. Nor when your thumb took the initiative of lightly stroking his.

In the morning, none of the crew would question it when the pair of you set out together, to his home, rather than just him. In fact, they were grinning as they saw you already yelling at him for somehow going in the opposite direction-even when the path was straight. None of them also commented or yelled out, when they saw Zoro clearly holding back a grin.

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Sir Crocodile x Chronically Ill! Reader Pt.6

Aaaaand here's part 6 too. Here's where our poor reader has an attack in front of Crocodile.

Pt.5

Tonight had to be one of the worst attacks of your disease. You were in the tub, gritting your teeth in pain as the pain just kept ringing. As in it came in waves, and you were irritated. You wanted to stab someone, to be honest.

The warm water helped, but goddamn was this annoying. The attacks didn't come as frequently thankfully but when they did, they hurt like a bitch. The nurses your husband had hired had managed to help you till the tub, filling it with warm water and giving you pain relievers but you had taken some 2 hours ago, and you needed to wait for 30 minutes before you could take it again. You tried not to snap at them but you were pretty sure you had, and you felt guilty. Which wasn't helping by the way.

You were in pain, your hair felt awful, and you were just so angry at the situation. That seemed to be just the time when the Crocodile walked in.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow, starting to try to grab a towel to cover yourself with. You were naked after all.

He waved your antics away, eyes looking away. He sat on the edge, smoking his cigar "Don't move"

"I'm trying to cover myself" You snapped.

He paused, then huffed "I won't look"

He turned away, his back to you.

You left the towel, put it back on the rack, and hissed as you rested back on the wall of the bathtub.

"Motherfucker" you whispered under your breath.

"Never took you for someone who cussed a lot," He remarked, a hint of genuine surprise in his voice.

"Yeah well- oh fuck!" You yelped. The surge of pain passing through you right now seemed to feel like a spark of lighting attacking you. You curled into yourself.

He snapped his head to look at you, concern in his face. "What? Do you-"

"I have to wait for 30 minutes before I can take my next dose of painkillers" You croaked, pain evident in your tone.

He reached out but hesitated. "Can I....touch you?"

You turned your head to meet him, blinking confusedly. "What? Uh, no."

"Fine then"

"Is this the worst you've ever felt?"

"No, but." You sighed, "It's the worst I've had in a while."

You didn't know it, but he felt helpless. He hated that. He hated seeing you this way. He knew you did have similar attacks earlier in your marriage but he had been reassured that it was manageable. But this......

You turned your head to look at him, a bleary sort of look in your eyes. Quietly, you were wondering if he was checking you out since neither of you looked at the other when changing.

"Why are you here anyway?"

He lets out a puff of smoke, pausing.

"I....wanted to check on you," He says, quietly. You know that he would not be caught dead saying that with an audience, which is probably why your nurses were not checking on you since you sent them out quite some time back.

You raised a hand, catching him and studying it. You needed some distraction, and talking wasn't helping. Your hands felt better, so you took a chance. His hand was much bigger than yours. Along with much more weathered, probably from the sand he controlled. He kept his hand loose, allowing you to study it. It seemed cute to him, the differences in your hands. Yours was smaller and not so weathered.

You looked at him, then cocked your head to the side. "What's the time?"

He looked at the clock outside the bathroom. "About 30 minutes past 6"

You sighed. "Help me out please"

He nodded, his hand supporting your elbow as he helped you up from the bathtub, you grit your teeth, feeling the waves of pain slightly increase from coming out of the warm water. He hooked your towel, handing it to you as you stepped out. You felt his presence close to your body, and knowing the difference in terms of size between your bodies, you idly wondered what differences would be there. You were aware that he could very well see your whole naked body, and you wondered when that secret wall broke between you. When did you stop having an issue with it?

Helping you outside, you were met with the nurses he assigned and he left your elbow, and you could feel the loss of that warm, weathered, loving touch. You knew he could have very well pushed for something back there. He hadn't and a part of you wondered whether he was as curious yet interested in your body as you were in his.

Soon you were feeling much better, having taken your painkillers, your medicine, and at the end of this attack. You were quite exhausted, your painkillers making you drowsy, another effect of them, and thus a perfect time for a nap. But you wanted to try something. So you moved through the house and found him in his study.

He seemed quite busy, signing paperwork which had a small mountain of the same decreasing at a steady rate.

"Hey, can I come in?"

He looked up and nodded, before taking a long drag of the cigar. Releasing a cloud of smoke, he asked. "What is it?"

"I'm feeling sleepy" You mumbled.

He blinked, raising an eyebrow. ".....And? I'm quite sure we have a bed"

"Can I sleep on you?"

Now both eyebrows were up as if not believing what he was hearing. ".....On me?"

You huffed and moved forward. Coming over to his side, he automatically pushed the chair a little backward for whatever you wished to do. You clambered onto his lap, leaning on his torso, facing sideways, your legs hanging off his knees, and hugged the hook close. This gave him pause. No one had ever wanted to be close to his hook. For good reason too. Yet here you were, hugging the thing to yourself like it was a teddy of some sort.

When he looked at your face again, you found that you had fallen asleep quite quickly as well. Soft snores emitted from your lips, you looked quite peaceful.

Later when Daz would poke his head in, Crocodile would flash him a look of caution, his coat slightly draped on you as well. Fast asleep on one of the most dangerous men in Alabasta.

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Sir Crocodile x Chronically Ill! Reader Pt.5

Eh fuck it. I'll post them here too.

Pt.4 Pt.6

There were times that you didn't know what to do around him and one of those times, it was his birthday. You didn't realize till Daz told you, hours later. You choked on some water when he told you.

"Wh-what did you say?" You coughed out, as he started to pat your back.

"It's his birthday," Said Daz, half concerned whether he should have mentioned it at all.

You frowned, wiping your mouth as you started to think. It was his birthday, and you didn't find out till what, evening. Odds were, he didn't want you to find out. But why?

You looked at Daz, hands on your hips. "Why didn't he tell me?"

Daz shrugged. If he didn't know, then the reason was before your eyes. You'd have to ask him. Maybe after you figured out what to do for his birthday exactly. Throw a surprise party? No. He didn't seem the type to like that. Birthday sex? .......You'd have to put a pin in that. Daz cleared his throat.

"He likes Tomatoes." You blinked owlishly at that. Tomatoes?

"Really?"

"Yes," Said the devil fruit user.

"What kind?"

"........I'm not sure"

You hummed in response. You had a plan. And hopefully, it would work. "Are you free for a bit?"

"I can spare some hours yes"

You grinned, and the sword man raised an eyebrow. "I have a plan."

When he came home, you waited till he was in the home office. You poked your head in to see his reaction. You hadn't put any decorations, just a few origami Crocodiles where you had stuck tiny bananas on their heads, making them makeshift Bananawani. They were placed on his desk, surrounding a cake which you had made which had a bunch of tiny tomatoes all surrounding a sleeping Bananawani in the center. You had made Daz buy some frosting, along with the main ingredients for a cake, refusing any help from the chefs since you wanted to do this yourself. You did take their advice though. You had even gotten Daz to buy a nice bottle of wine, and help you with origami along with helping you cut out and stick the tiny bananas on their heads.

You walked through the door, moving to stand beside him.

"I didn't know it was your birthday till a few hours ago, so this was very last minute," You said awkwardly

"Do you like it? You didn't seem the type to particularly like surprise parties or something very flashy, plus I didn't know what exactly to do for a gift so....." You trailed off, now unsure because of the silence in the room. Was he angry? Did he hate it? Oh no, did he find this kind of pathetic? What-

"I like it" He finally spoke, turning to you.

You froze, staring up at him. "Really? You don't have to lie-"

He bent, cupping your jaw in his hand lightly squeezing your cheeks together. He kissed your forehead. "I don't lie to you."

You blinked and a relieved smile broke on your face, albeit a little squished due to his hand still squeezing your cheeks.

He smiled slightly and left your face, patting your head. "Let's have some cake shall we?"

He picked up one of the origami crocodiles in his palm and inspected them. "Interesting. They're all bananawani."

You nodded, grabbing the bottle of wine you had Daz buy and two glasses. "Stuck bananas on their head especially for that"

He chuckled and something in your chest unfurled comfortably with that sound. You liked that sound.

"You brilliant little thing" He murmured.

Later in bed, as you lay your head on his chest you smiled to yourself. Looks like it was a success. Though maybe next time you will get an actual gift.

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Can you do something with shanks where he has an s/o that likes to bite when they're excited or especially affectionate and Shanks is usually fine with it since its not hard enough to ever do any real damage but one day either he's busy or in a bad mood and when the s/o does it because they're feeling very affectionate he gets mad or really stern and mean which has never really happened before to that extent. It causes the reader to stop biting altogether because they're insecure. Shanks even catches them crying while biting like, a piece of wood, to curb the urge to bite. Sorry if this a weird request or too specific, you don't have to adhere to every little thing just the general idea. Whatever is comfortable for you to write.

Interesting ask, ngl. Thanks for giving it! Hope this matched what ya wanted.

TW: Cussing, slightly angsty?

Shanks x Reader: The marks of happiness.

All of your previous lovers would agree to one thing, one specific thing about you. And that was the fact that you would bite people. Not like a shark, but just bite and hold the flesh of the person when you felt happy or very affectionate. It was your way of being, your way of showing happiness other than the usual way. You did make sure not to bite too hard anyway. The ones you did it with, you had a deep emotional bond with. You had bad memories of people freaking out or teasing you in a bad way about it which is why you now only did it with people you really trusted with.

Shanks, your current lover, not only accepted it as a natural part of you but also didn't hesitate to encourage it once he learned the reason why you did such a thing. He'd laugh, showing your faint bite marks off with a large grin saying "I'm theirs!" And your chest would just feel so full of joy and happiness.

However today, and you didn't know it, but Shanks was in a rotten mood. He'd heard that one of his old friends had gotten hurt back in the East Blue and in critical condition. That and the Marines had cornered said friend in the region. Now he couldn't reach them via snail. It was not a good idea to storm over there to help either, since that would take some time to reach the place. So Shanks was in a worried and concerned mood. He had stormed into your shared cabin, back facing the entrance, looking out the window. You entered and in a happy mood, seeing only his back to you.

You happily skipped over to him in your shared cabin, as he looked out the window and took his arm and placed your teeth on his forearm, only for him to yank his arm away, snapping at you. "Quit it will ya?! It's annoying!"

You flinched, staring at him in a shocked and a pained expression "Huh? Oh I-"

"You think its all okay don't you? Well guess what sweetheart. It's annoying and weird."

"In fact, the only reason people allow you is cause they pity you. So I'd suggest that you drop the habit. Alright?" He hissed at you.

You nodded a few times, feeling your heart drop to your stomach, and ran out from the cabin, refusing to cry in front of him. Shanks just sat down on the chair near the window, head in his hand feeling immediate guilt. Why did he do this? He always ruined things unintentionally didn't he?

The next few days, he barely saw you, you slept on your own hammock with the others and either didn't meet his gaze or didn't come to him. And he....in his defence, didn't know how to apologize, especially when they had to participate in some battles. In the middle, when there were moments of joy, he didn't even see you do your usual thing even once. Even if it wasn't him, he would have at least expected you to bite any of the other friends you had on ship. The fact that he didn't see you do it even once, made him mote concerned than anything else.

The night after the battle, he entered belowdecks, hoping to find you. He was frozen with shock and horror as he saw you, sitting there with a small block of wood in your mouth, clearly biting into it, staring back at him in surprise. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before you dropped the wood into your hands glaring at him. "What."

"I- no, what are you doing?! That's bad for your teeth! You shouldn't-" He cried reaching out to you.

You slapped his hand away, turning away. "I shouldn't bite people right? Yeah, that's what I'm doing. Not biting people, isn't that what you wanted? Cause it's weird?" You spat at him.

"So you bite a block of wood? Why? Why not just bite someone else's arm? I'm sure they'll-"

"I'm trying to stop the habit. Easier for everyone, don't you agree? Then no one will have to agree to this." You said coldly and Shanks swore he felt something in him crack. You were trying to stop the habit? Your cute little habit?

Oh, how shitty he felt now. "Sweetheart, listen. That was....wrong of me to say. I was not thinking straight."

"Yeah well, you could have told me. Just one line, 'hey, not now, I'm not in the mood' or 'Maybe later' or 'Can I get some time alone?' Anything! I would have listened to ya'" You yelled, nails digging into the block, snapping your head to meet his gaze.

He looked down, hand rubbing the back of his neck, "I know, I know. Trust me, I felt like a rightful ass after I did it."

He looked at you again "But still, I'm not any less sorry and I definitely don't think those thoughts."

You snorted, "Yeah right."

He looked pleadingly at you. "Darlin' please. Don't you trust me? You think I would lie to you? After all we've been through together?"

"Honey, whenever I see those marks, I show em' off. I love them, cause they're yours. You made those on me cause you were happy and what kind of boyfriend would I be if not happy at my partner's joy? I promise ya, I show them off any chance I get cause I'm so proud.

It was your turn to look down at the block again, mind feeling slightly conflicted still. You felt his hand reach out and tip your chin up to meet his face. "Love, please. I'll do better next time. So forgive me, and don't do...this."

You searched his eyes for any sort of lie at all. Any hint that he really did think the opposite, that he was just lying, to get you back, just as the ones who had done the same before, to you. All you found was love. Genuine, apologetic, hopeful love. And you dropped the block, surging forward for wrapping your arms around his neck which he happily reciprocated, his only hand curling around to place itself on the back of your head.

He put some space between you two to kiss your cheeks, before placing another kiss on your forehead, finally resting your foreheads together. "I'm so sorry, baby. I promise I'll do better." He murmured.

Your hands found his palm, holding it and giving it a squeeze of reassurance. "You'd better" You teased, slightly.

He matched your smile, but it grew once you made eye contact, lightly biting the flesh of his palm. "There you are." He whispered out.

All was well. And he would be damned if he broke his promise to you, this he swore.

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Ehhh?? I got tagged?!? Woah!

Big thanks to @moldychefboyardeecan for tagging me!

Alrighty then, let's get to it!

1. My most recent work! I just dumped it here haha and I was shocked by the love it got! A talk about Loyalty-Zoro x Reader!

2. My most popular work haha, the one where I wrote some characters for the first time ever! When you kiss them in places they didn't expect!

3. My ongoing work, would you believe me that this puppy has 15 chapters on Ao3? Check it out there!

4. The first one I ever cooked up and which got me into writing over here! It's also up on Ao3 hehe but here it is!

Taglist of authors whose Crocodile works or just general One Piece works I love love loveddd:

@vyainide @kaivenom @haerenven @op-jessie @sigewienne-writes

Fic Authors Self Rec tag

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. Spread the self-love! 💕💕💕💕❤️

Thank you @quinloki for tagging me <3 <3 I would say my top 5 are:

Under the Microscope (Yan Sabo x Reader) - it's a WIP but I'm writing the next chapter now. I think the setup is pretty good, if I do say so myself. My first dive into Sabo but certainly not the last.

Struck Twice by Lightning (Shanks x reader, second chance romance) Being annoying comes naturally to both Shanks and myself so the dialogue came easily. Shanks at his worst / best, trying to win Reader back. Also explains why he wears ugly pants.

Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart (Thatch x Marco x Ace x Reader, Dark, Non Con) the fic that started it all <3. The first work I ever wrote and even though I think I've improved since then, it's still fun.

hOrnithology for Beginners (Marco x Reader) Everyone loves Marco, right? No, but everyone loves the Pheonix. It's not dark and it's not that long but I liked how the Reader turned out. Suspend your disbelief - some people don't keep track of every gd pirate on the Grand Line.

Not My Monkey (Strawhats, Reader x Jinbei, reverse trope) Instead of one isekai reader messing everything up, the Strawhats get their 23rd isekai'd reader who has no idea what's going on in the world. It's not self insert but I would absolutely also blackmail Sanji into letting me do the dishes :) This one sparks a lot of joy for me and I'm writing the next chapter slowly - this one I really write for myself <3

No pressure tags to: @sordidmusings @lockes-woods @nocturnalrorobin @moldychefboyardeecan and @thirstydiglett

Show me your faves! (if you want to)...

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Zoro x Fem!Reader: A talk about Loyalty

Hmmm, Was curious. So I wrote a silly little thing.

Tw: pregnancy, and some nsfw content

You were humming a silly tune to yourself, your lap taken by your boyfriend's head. He was probably in his usual state of half sleep and half alertness. Though you were almost sure that the man was more awake than asleep since he was sighing more and taking deeper breaths less. You were running your hands through his hair, a smile blooming on your lips at the almost purr that he was letting out.

While he wasn't like the type of boyfriend that Sanji was, that was of grand gestures and of outspoken words of affection. He was of little gestures and of reassuring acts. And an unspoken love no matter what, no matter where.

You saw it when he stayed by your side, when you were sick and delirious from fever, holding your hand in his, thumb caressing your knuckles. When he pressed a kiss of reassurance both for himself and for you on your forehead when you were fast asleep.

You saw it when he trusted you to watch his back in fights, and in the thank yous he gave you through a nod and a glance your way. When he fought harder than an admiral when he saw you injured, coming your way and staying close, but still letting you fight till either the battle was over or you were done for the time being.

You saw it when he sat next to you during meal times and whatnot, when he walked behind you not unlike a dog. Trusting you, but just wanting to be near you.

He'd allow random bouts of affection from you, whether it came from you wanting to put sunscreen on him, pushing him to take a bath at least once a week, or dropping a bottle of conditioner in his hands for his hair. He allowed you to press kisses and poke jokes at him, only to give a grumble or two, or a half hearted frown.

The best times when he showed it, you felt, was when he slept either on or near you. You and Usopp had done an experiment off of this. Whether Zoro would wake up mid nap to follow you if you changed positions. The result? He actually woke up and followed you once you got out of a certain range, settling by your side again when you had stopped. Ussop couldn't stop laughing at that and you just stared at your boyfriend in amazement.

During your period, he'd be more affectionate and more attentive to you, willing to allow you to release your emotions any way you did. He'd even keep some chocolate stashed in his haramaki just in case. Even if he didn't like it.

On the day you two were married, he was all smiles and joys. Later in the night he'd press kisses from head to toe from how much he revered and treasured you. After you two were exhausted and sweaty from your activities, the man would lay his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat beautiful to him.

He'd have your back in any and all situations, whether you were in a fight with someone verbally, and if you were the one in the wrong, he'd quietly point out the mistake to you, but still be on your side.

Both of you didn't exchange rings, but earrings. You got one of his usual gold, and you gave him one which was of a shooting star, with the star seated at the hole of the piercing itself. He smiled whenever his eyes set on you, and seemed more at ease around you.

The few times that he was in need of rest especially after a battle, he would first drag himself to check on you if you had gotten hurt before, if you had, he settled next to you, sitting beside your weak figure even if he was the one who really needed more rest. If you weren't, he'd kiss you, before taking you to where his bedroll was, content with having you close. (As if you weren't already on your way there, sake and onigiri on a platter in your hands only for him)

One very rare occassion was when he'd gotten badly hurt and the both of you needed to fend off against a group of 6. You held him close to you with one hand, arm around his neck, and pointed your pistol on one side, and he held a sword against those at your back. Both of you literally covering each other's backs. He always said that the moment was when he fell in love with you. Purely because you knew he would still want to fend off against the group, and you knew that he trusted you to give him some help in this specific moment.

When your daughter was born, he pressed a kiss to you, and then your daughter's head as he whispered how proud he was of you. He mumbled promises to his daughter of how he would take care of you both, of how proud he would always be of you two, of how much her presence was waited on and loved.

There was one funny moment when he saw you put her down for sleep in your home, gaze catching on your form, your loving gaze and that motherly glow to you and proceeded to eat you out a couple times till you came almost 3-4 times on his tongue purely because he was so turned on by how sexy and perfect you looked.

Dividing household duties? On the Strawhat Crew? Yes. While duties were divided between who was present at the moment and who was comfortable and able to do what, the one duty of waking up at night to tend to her was purely his. Not only because he wanted to ensure you got some rest, but also because that moment seemed only his. That moment was where he would give kisses to her feet, to her hands and to her nose, whispering loving words to her and the family that she had, of how utterly loved she was.

Oh to have a loving, loyal Zoro.

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When you fell in love/confessed your crush to them

Ehehehehehhehehehehehe. Also Nami x Robin is ship in this, cause for plot but really I don't mind whatever ship you have of her with other people.

TW: Cussing

Jimbei

Oh fuck can someone help me please, please please. Was the current thoughts running around in your head because you were currently stuck in a ridiculous situation. Earlier, you were running from the Marines, which was valid since you were a thief. A petty one at that. Moonlighting at the pub in town, whenever you could you picked their wallets right before they left the pub. Now, the issue was, one of then had seen you. So here you were, in the early hours of the morning, stuck in literal barrel. They had passed you by some time ago, which was good, but the fact that you couldn't get out of the damn thing wasn't. So here you were, pushing and trying to at least wriggle to that you could kick or punch the damned lid. You had been trying for what, a half hour? You didn't even know and at this point you were praying that even you were let out, they'd have left the town long back.

You gave up then, just resorting to calling out, hoping that someone was around at this hour. "Anyone there? Please? I'm stuck in this....barrel. Please!"

If anyone heard you. You were on the verge of either falling asleep or crying at this point. Then you heard some footsteps.

"Hello?! Hello is someone there?! Please I'm on this barrel. Please!"

Then those footsteps came closer, and you waited with baited breath as the lid creaked, before being yanked open and you shot up, almost falling on your saviour. You closed your eyes, ready for the eventual crash when you realised you were being held. At a height. A....height?

Opening your eyes, your jaw dropped. A Fishman had saved you. To be more specific, the great Knight of the Sea, Jimbei saved you. The last light of the moon shined from somewhere behind you on him, lighting up his impressive blue skin. You stared in slight awe and shock as he grinned at you, chuckling slightly. "You alright?"

You shook your head, before thanking him profusely. "Ah, uh, yes! Thank-thank you for getting me out of that barrel." Still smiling, he put you down and you realized you had to crane your head to see him. Seas, he was tall. He bowed his head to you. "Stay safe when you get back, okay?"

You just stared and had an urge. Raising a hand you gestured for him to bend "Could you uhm-?"

Humming in response, he bent at the knees. Still unable to reach him, you climbed on top of the barrel for that last bit of extra height. Leaning forwards you kissed his cheek. Blinking in confusion, he looked at you, a slight blush on his cheeks. You shyly grinned at him. "As thanks."

Slowly, he matched your grin as well. Then your grin became more confident as you laughed, jumping from the barrel down and running towards home. "Thank you again!" He waved back.

Maybe one day you'd see him again.

Franky.

It wasn't uncommon for you to occasionally land up at Franky's workshop for tuning up of your robot leg. Given that you tended to use your legs more than anything in battles, Franky liked making adjustments every now and then.

And truth be told, you liked these moments with him. It made you feel like you two were together, even if you weren't. You weren't and that was okay. He clearly had his eyes on Robin and that was okay. Cause honestly you'd have fallen in love with her if you didn't for Franky first. Let the man be loud and proud and happy with her. They deserved each other, a perfect Ying to the other's Yang. Even if nothing happened you'd be happy just knowing that he was happy. Cause why not? You spent enough time to be happy with whatever you had with him anyway. Maybe someday this little ball of feelings would melt to reform for someone else.

Today, in the battle with some Marines, a stray cannonball landed on your leg. Even though you kicked it back to them, after inducing it to have twice the force when going back, you could swear you heard some joint squeak as you moved. Welp, time to head to him again. Leaning against the door frame, you watched him tinker with a cannon, whistling while he worked. "Hey there big guy" You called.

He looked up and grinned "Heya buddy! What can I do ya for?" You couldn't help but smile back in response, heart fluttering as you did. That grin of his is almost as bright as Luffy's you thought, moving to seat yourself on the couch behind him. "Heard a creak," You started "After I kicked that cannonball back."

"Ah, right. Hold on a sec." He nodded, putting down his tools before turning over to you. You removed the leg which acted both as your prosthetic and as your support weapon. An hour later, he was done. In reality he would have been done much sooner, but the pair of you were chatting away like there was no tomorrow. As you left, you bumped into Nami, also heading into the workshop.

"Ah sorry, Nami, wasn't seeing-"

"It's fine, don't worry." She waved you off, but there was a sparkle in her eyes which made you feel a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

"....What is it?"

"When are you going to tell him?"

"Tell who? What?" You tilted your head, face blank.

"Franky, you goofball. When are you going to tell him that you like him"

Your jaw dropped. Oh gods, was your crush that visible? You needed to apologize to Robin immediately. Then bury yourself in some island somewhere.

She raised an eyebrow, hands now on her hips. "Well?"

You waved your hands frenzied. "Like hell!" You hissed. "Franky's dating Robin for goodness sake. Why would I-"

"Uh, hey"

"-do anything to jeopardize their relationship? That's a shit move to make! Anyway-"

"Listen you-"

"He's got no feelings for me anyway, so what point would it serve! He's got feelings for someone else and-"

"I've got feelings for who?" Came a voice. The voice you had come to adore. Franky's voice. Freezing, you slowly turned your head, only to see a confused Franky and Nami who's hand was over her face, looking like she'd want to jump off the ship and swim to Drum island at this point.

"I...ah, uh..." You fumbled, slipping over your words. Your mouth fell dry, and you were pretty sure your heart was going to just spontaneously explode.

"Robin n' I ain't dating, pal." Franky continued.

"Wh-what?!" You choked out. But then....

"She's dating me." Chimed Nami, looking more done than anything.

Your lips formed an 'O' shape as your processed this. Hold on though.... "Then why did I see Robin constantly go back and forth from your room?"

"That was for our anniversary." Blushed Nami. "She wanted to modify some parts on my staff and to make something Emperor Ivankov suggested to her when she was with the Revolutionary Army."

Ah.

"Bro."

"You got feelings for me?"

You yelped, hands now fiddling with your shirt as you looked anywhere but at him. "Y-yeah?! Are you uh, uncomfortable with it? I'll stop! I promise! So you won't-"

"Look at Franky." Huffed Nami. And you looked. You looked at Franky and your jaw dropped. He was blushing and it was such a pretty sight.

"I uh, got feelings for you too bro."

Needless to say, you got a boyfriend, Nami got money from her bet with Ussop about you two, and Robin could only laugh after she heard the whole story. The end.

Zoro.

There were times where you didn't understand the man. Of course, you did arguably better than the rest, barring Luffy, but really there were times. This was one of many where you just wanted to stamp his foot and shake his head around like it was a bobble figure.

See, the thing was, you had confessed to him. In person, when it was late at night, before you headed to bed. All the man had done was nod and walk past you to the crows nest. You tried not to think about it but REALLY. Could he not have just, confirmed or denied it? Just, acknowledged it at the very least?

But he was the same. And you were the same as well. Both of you acted like nothing had happened at all. Which caused you to want to tear your hair out. He still slept on your lap occasionally while you read or did your own thing, he still sat next to you no matter what, he still allowed you to carry his swords to put them away, he still saved some sake to drink alongside you. He was the damn same. What was up with this guy?!

You also behaved the same. Why? Because you did not want the awkwardness of having to confront him and demand an explanation especially since it looked like he was trying to just ignore the whole thing.

So you agonized over this for a while. Causing him to pause and look back at you when you came in, just after he had finished polishing his swords. "Got some onigiri for ya." You muttered, putting the plate down, and starting to walk off.

"Hold on." He spoke, causing you to look back at him in confusion. "What?"

"Why are you sad?"

You blinked. Then you tilted your head at him. "What are you on about?"

He got up, and put the swords away, balancing them on the sofa. He sat down on the floor, placing the plate of onigiri on his lap and took an onigiri, biting into it as he answered you.

"You're sad about something. What is it?"

Crossing your arms, you leaned against the door frame, your eyes meeting his one singular eye which seemed to be peering into your soul. Steadfast, focused, and you had a feeling that if you let this be he wouldn't let it alone, sighing you rubbed a hand over your face.

"Fine, I guess I'm still peeved about you not giving me a reaction to my confession."

He blinked then tilted his head. "I did"

"What? When did you-"

"Everytime I spent time with you."

Looking at him you eyebrows went higher and higher as you realised that he meant that everytime he touched, stayed next to, or was with you, that in his mind was a confession. Of love. This big stinky idiot. You were going to throttle him.

You groaned, coming over to where he was, sitting on the sofa behind him and letting a hand card through his hair. "Next time I would prefer a more verbal confirmation."

He hummed, leaning back into your touch, eye closing in appreciation. You couldn't help but crack a smile to his reaction. Later on, the crew would find that both of you had become partners in your own sweet way.

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hello!! i love your work and everything you do 🙏 thank you for taking the time out of your day to write for us 🤍

i wanted to request a romance fanfic with corazon x female reader 🤍 he’s such a sweet and gentle man. i wish there were fanfics with him 😔you shall write anything your heart desires 😌!! if it shall be a fantasy story, being on a side mission when he was a marine, slow burn, true love, sneaking behind doflamingo to be together, the sky’s the limit 😊

thank you so much for reading this and keep doing amazing things 🤍

Corazon/Donquixote Rosinante x Reader

Oh, how I loved this ask!!! I loved this man so much, you would not believe it. Before Crocodile was Rosi (Yeah, the difference is wild). PLEASE REQUEST ME MORE!! HOPE YOU ENJOY ANON!!! (I google translated so if you don't get the meaning/it is incorrect I really do apologize, it's supposed to be understood/ read as: Rosi, you are my Heart)

There were times, in Corazon's heart when he wished he wasn't doing his mission and everything was normal and happy. Very rarely did this moment come, but when he met her? Seas, did they come.

Confession.

Since you met and your relationship grew, that meant that eventually, you both fell in love. Now, here comes the issue. Rosinanate was the kind of guy who, if he fell in love, fell hard. The type who would see the person they love and see roses and cherubs around them—literally.

Now given that he couldn't speak in front of you, he was screaming internally at his decision and the situation which caused him to be in said situation. But he did have a choice he realised. A choice from which he could easily just talk and let his secret out. Could he? Would he? He shook his head. No. He wouldn't. The mission took some priority after all. He'd just have to say it in a new way since writing it was ridiculous in his eyes.

So he spoke with his heart. When the day came and both of you were in a library, he nudged your knee against his. And you looked up at him, and when you did you saw the softest, most love-struck look in his eyes and you actually paused. He took your hand, in his (it was so much smaller, much more softer, much more unscarred, so perfect in his eyes) and with his free hand spelled out his words, when you gasped and grinned, repeating the words back to him in speech, stood up so suddenly in the joy he ended up falling backward in a pile of books, while you yelped and tried to help him up, only to laugh as he lay there, the most dooziest grin on his face ever.|

First date.

Showing to the rest of the city that he was clearly on a date with someone? Bad idea. Especially when his brother could clearly find out thanks to the rest of the family members? Even worse. That meant he needed to take you somewhere quiet. Somewhere private. Thankfully, you came up with the best idea. Your place.

When he came in, he immediately hit his head on the door frame, causing you to try to rush forward, and crash land on him, your faces inches away from each other. By the seas, he couldn't see a better view. Later when you were cradling his face, checking to see if he had a bump on his head, he almost went into a coma. His heart was beating so hard and so fast, you were sure to hear it.

When you two were eating and having a great time, he wished this was the norm. He could feel his heart ache as you and he washed and put the dishes away. A home, somewhere far away, somewhere peaceful, somewhere for the two of you. Where he could wake up with you in his arms, hear your laughter every day, and bathe in the beauty of your smile. Hold you and dance when you are wearing the prettiest dress.

First Kiss.

This was becoming a norm between the two of you, where you could find him already in your house, sleeping oh so peacefully, or waiting for you to come home. He loved your house. He loved you. But sometimes, the missions he came back from helped in the accumulation of his scars and wounds. Making you worry or fret slightly as you saw the hurt. One time he had come with a couple of cuts after accidentally landing on some jagged rocks. As he sat, nursing a glass of cool, lemonade you had made for him, he waited for you.

As usual when you saw him, you beamed at him, running and giving him a hug.

"Hey baby! How was your mission? I- You're hurt!" You cried, seeing him wince.

He tried to wave you off. No, he was fine. Really. But you frowned and cupped his cheeks. "Where." You demanded.

He sighed, taking your hands off his face, and took his shirt off, a medical patch already there, and needing to be changed.

You clicked your tongue and left, coming back with a kit. Already starting to redress the wound. At one point, he carefully cupped your cheek with one hand, causing you to pause, you asked. His thumb tapped your lips and your eyebrows rose before you nodded slowly. And so, he kissed you. That kiss broke quickly, but one look exchanged and it continued with a passion. Both of you ended up panting slightly, your hands cupping his cheeks and him having pulled you on top of his lap so that you were straddling it, the pair of you were grinning like idiots.

Oh, how he wished this was every day. Where he could do it out in the open, where he could love you freely. How he wished. He would buy you anything, do anything, buy you jewelry, makeup, dresses, anything for you to look like the angel he thought of you as.

First (and last) argument.

You were in tears. He had come, telling you he couldn't be in a relationship with you, and seas, you were breaking his heart even more than he was doing it to himself. Why couldn't you understand that he wanted this more to himself than anything? Why was his blasted life like this?!

He paused, and took your hands in his, you sniffled, looking at him. Leaving one hand free, he snapped it. "Silent" He spoke.

Your mouth dropped open, eyes wide in shock. On any other day, he would have laughed or grinned. Today, he was sorrowfully smiling. "My dear, my precious, my angel" He whispered, hands now holding yours. He told you the truth, every ounce of it, and with that, you sobbed. You sobbed for him. With that he cradled your head to his chest, shushing you. "Don't cry, mi amour. Don't cry, you're breaking my heart further." He murmured.

Eventually, both of you were curled up in your too-small bed with him holding you close, his long and lanky figure curled around you. He stroked your hair as he pressed kisses to your head. You looked up at him, gorgeous eyes puffy from earlier tears. You whispered "Rosinante, eres mi Corazon".

His breath hitched, and his hand snaked around to your nape as he kissed you furiously, as if making you understand his own anger and frustration at his situation.

When you woke up, he would have left you a note, and the lipstick he usually hid behind. Even if he couldn't come back, at least some part of him was with you always. He would leave with Law, dreaming of a future where you two were married, his lovely, perfect wife.

(Later on, as he lay in the snow, he would hallucinate a life where you and Law were laughing, almost as mother and son, in a perfect world, and in a perfect life.)

Changed ending, changed paths.

He walked, slightly unsteady. After that battle, he had been patched up by some locals who had found him. Sending a letter of resignation to Sengoku, and wishing him well, along with thanking him for all he ever did for him, he stayed for 2 years, recuperating. He bore a disguise as he walked to your place. Sneaking inside like usual, he froze as he saw you fast asleep on the couch, his lipstick from the one disguise he used to have on your lips. He moved to try and come closer, only to slip and fall face forward, causing you to snap awake. "Who-who's there?!" You cried, holding a crumpled newspaper as a makeshift defense.

He looked up and gave you a sheepish grin, disguise having fallen off as well. You recognized him instantly, causing you to gasp and run to him, hugging him tight. He curled his arms around you too, holding you as close as possible. He was home. And this time, he would be free, for you were his darling, his love, his Queen.