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Hey there, Tasha! My name is Asher! I love your blog! I was wondering if you could do a “his love” headcanon for Sabo, Ace and Law from one piece please? Thank you for your time!

Hello Asher, you're my first ask!! So glad to have you around and thank you so much for showing interest in the first place. I hope you like this one (✿◠‿◠) [Disclaimer: I'm in the middle of Dressrosa right now, so I don't know Sabo that well yet. But I tried my best to do him justice based on the flashbacks and the bits of info🫡]

His Love Is...

feat. SABO, ACE and LAW

SABO

…authentic.

Sabo is someone who’s had to grow up quick, standing up for what he believes in from a young age. He challenges the status quo and is a rebel through and through, someone who yearns for a better world, true justice and lasting peace. He is intelligent, loyal to a fault and never backs down from a fight – if anything, he’s likely to seek it out, just to please the perfectionist pacifist in him. He was meant to be someone who lives a life of luxury and excess, but he deliberately chose to become a notorious criminal to give a voice to those who’d been long silenced. In fact, he’d rather not live at all than sit idly by and watch the oppressed struggle. Sabo has a strong moral compass and an even stronger sense of justice, which makes him highly protective. He may seem aloof at first because he doesn’t open up quite as easily, but you’ve somehow wormed your way inside his heart and now you wouldn’t budge. On some days, when being with you has become such a huge part of who he is, which he is eternally grateful for, he remembers a time without you and it is rather bleak, in his opinion. You stimulate him in ways that make him yearn for you all the time… especially when he’s busy. You engage in conversation with him, you are steadfast in your own beliefs and wouldn’t trade your own principles for anything in the world, while, at the same time, you’re so… real. You have your flaws, but you’re perfect for him. After all, you cope with his darkest thoughts and tell him that he’s your love, too, don’t you? You’re his other half, his better half… his stronger half. Whenever the world is too much to handle, when times get rough, when he questions why he does all of this in the first place, well,… he sees you appear in his mind like a vision. Sabo wants to create a future you’d be proud to live in, no matter how hard it’s going to be.

You deserve to be liberated.

ACE

…forever.

Ace never expected to end up in a relationship; he really wasn’t looking for one! He’s way too tortured and self-critical to believe that anybody could ever love him when he doesn’t love himself either. He is a good soul, friendly with everyone and charismatic enough to keep any conversation flowing, but he certainly doesn’t consider everyone a friend. Showing vulnerability and revealing who he really is has become a great factor of shame for him, for he’s had a lifetime of mockery, disbelief, fear and ridicule behind him – his biological father may be gone, but the stain of his legacy remains a point of great frustration for Ace. He doesn’t like talking about that part of his past, but he… he really likes you. So he talks about his brothers, about Dadan, how he was a bit of a gremlin – he projects a childhood filled with happiness and adventure. He wants to get closer to you, but doesn’t trust himself to not scare you away with the depths of his despair. You’ve seen glimpses of it and cared for him during those times, it was blissful… but he was certain that he was taking advantage of your kindness, that has to be it! You just… you saw someone worth of your affection when in reality Ace thought he was just deceiving you. Naturally though, you tell him about your childhood in return, and he listened to it all. The good bits, the bad ones, and those that made your eyes water. That broke him, Ace immediately knew that he had to be honest with you, out of respect for your sincerity and the sanctity of your friendship. You cried for him that night, just because he’d already shed too many tears throughout the years to properly express himself… and he knew that he had found his soulmate. Not because you listened to him and reacted neutrally, but solely because you saw worth in someone who had already abandoned himself and dedicated his life to his crew. That promise still stands, but now he wants to see the world with you, he wants to make you smile and watch as you thrive. You’ll forever be shielded from harm and maybe – just maybe – he’ll feel content just being who he is when you’re with him. You gave him yet another purpose, now he’s actively trying to get better… your belief is his greatest source of inspiration.

You deserve to be treasured.

LAW

…omnipresent.

You deserve to be here.

People silently judge him when he passes by. A cold, ruthless pirate whose cruelty knows no limit. His abilities, as impressive as they may be, scare people. They steer absolutely clear of his path… and his attitude doesn’t help. Law doesn’t trust people easily, harbouring deep thoughts about conspiracy and death deep within him. His life has been hard, but he thinks that he’s doing fine. He’d rather be laser-focused on his goal than get distracted and become sloppy. But… you are a distraction. He knows he isn’t exactly light-hearted, but you are one of the few people – aside from some fellow crew mates that know him well enough to have the guts to tease him – to not look at him with apprehension. Your eyes sparkle around him, and you walk by his side with your head held high. It may not seem like you are a couple, because he isn’t exactly the most affectionate, but his deep critical thinking and intelligence absolutely make him one of the most romantic people out there, even if it’s subtle. Yes, it is not obvious, but whenever it concerns you, every actions drips with love. It’s ubiquitous, always there and it’s like a secret code between you two – A connection so deep that not even disapproving glances could sever the tie that keeps you together. You cared enough to understand him, unravel his mind with him as your guide. Every aspect, none of it was too taboo or too unsettling. You’re intelligent enough to not make excuses for his mistakes, but when times are rough, you’re there to tell him that it is okay and that it is always going to be okay. And… he believes you. With anybody else, he’d shoo them away and work on more back-up plans, but he believes in your judgement… because you’ve never judged him. You’re the only one he trusts with his heart and dreams. Besides, having you near eases most of his worries. And in privacy, you have all of him – the man who distrusts the world and the man who wishes to give you the world. And in those moments, you see someone deeply hurt, in need of love and someone so light and free… rumours would never believe the version of Law you knew by heart.

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i beg of thee, for some ace x reader 🙏🏻 fluff or nsfw is fine, but i read some of your previous stuff and its so good i crave the ace!!!!!!!! thank you in advance i owe you my life

Thank you so much! It means a lot to hear! I went with just some fluff, drunk ace and looking at the stars! I really hope you like this one!

warnings: none, slightly suggestive at one spot but not really

word count: 1,335

The bar was crowded just as you’d expected. It was one of Pop’s protected islands so the second the people saw the Moby Dick, they were excited. It was always nice to see Pops welcomed with open arms, people who wanted to see him and his crew, his family. That’s what he’d be happiest about, the fact that all of you were welcomed and celebrated.  As much as you enjoyed that people were excited to see you and not cowering in fear when you docked for food, the party was dragging on. Izou and Marco were arguing over something, both of them well over drunk and Rakuyo was still trying to challenge the other members of the crew to fights. No one would take him up on the offer, knowing if any of them did fight here, Pops would put an end to it. Saying it was rowdy was an understatement. But this was your family, the people you loved more than anything. Especially the man who stood near the bar trying to convince Duce and Saber that he didn’t fall asleep this time. He certainly had and he knew it, but he was prideful now that he was confronted about it. 

Ace was pouting when he turned away from them, his eyes locking onto yours and the pout shifting to a wide grin. Returning his smile you motioned for him to join you in the only calm corner of the bar. 

Quickly he patted the two men on the back before beelining it to you, eyes bright as he threw his arm around your shoulder instead of sitting across from you. “You were hiding.” He accused, which might not have been entirely a lie. “I almost thought you went back to the ship.” 

His body was warm against yours as you leaned into him, the scent of alcohol not completely blocking out the natural comforting scent you’d become used to, but close. “You were having fun.” You’d had a few drinks yourself so you had no shame in nuzzling into his bare chest in front of so many people. “I needed to take a minute alone and didn’t want to drag you away.” 

Ace had come a long way in accepting your affection and words. He was a touchy person when allowed, but romantic touch was different. His self worth issues were rooted deep inside him, getting those out even now took some effort. Usually he caught himself when he tried to pull away, but he relaxed into it. The alcohol was helping you both tonight. 

Warm arms wrapped around your shoulders and the beads of his necklace hit your forehead. You tried to pull your head back but he held you tighter. “I have more fun with you. I missed you the whole time.” His lips pressed against the top of your head and he lightly swayed when he had to take a step back to do it.

Worming your way out of his hold you reached up and grabbed his face, “You’re drunk.” Pressing a quick kiss to his lips he tried to follow you but you held onto his cheeks. “You need to sober up enough to walk back to the ship. I’m not carrying you.”

He didn’t complain much as you stood from the table, steadying yourself before taking his hand and leading him out of the bar. The fresh air felt good on your skin and the smell was even better. You’d not realized how much the air inside had smelled of booze and sweat until you were out of it. One glance back at Ace let you know he was enjoying the air as well. If his devil fruit ever left him overheated you didn’t know, but the way he held his head up to the gentle wind it must have at least done something. 

Navigating the Island wasn’t hard, you’d all been here a few times so finding the cliff overlooking the ocean was easy. Views like this were always something that Ace found for himself, it would be nice to be the one to show him one first. As drunk as he was though, you’d probably stop him from going too close to the edge. 

Ace was glued to your back by the time you finally reached the cliffside. There was still a slight hum of music in the distance but you could only hear it if you really listened for it. Your lover could still hear it as evident as the offkey humming in your ear. It brought a smile to your face even if he’d rested almost all of his weight against your back.

“Oh hey. Look at the stars.” Ace stopped humming to stare up at the night sky, his eyes shining as they roamed over the scene before him. “I love the stars.” His arms slid away from you as he stepped back to look up even more. 

Not wanting him far you followed him, your hand finding his. “That’s why I brought you here. You can sober up and watch the stars at the same time.” You didn’t mention that you could possibly sober up a bit yourself, you were tipsy. Ace had been drunk when you left the bar. Freckled face red and flushed from the alcohol. He needed it more than you. “And it gives us time alone away from everyone.” 

His eyes fell from the stars to you, “Oh you want to be alone do you?” Both eyebrows raised as he slid his free arm around your waist. “Out here?” He wagged his eyebrows as you laughed, pushing his face away from yours. 

“Absolutely not. You’re already all sweaty, you’re lucky I’m even touching you.” He laughed into your hand, “I’ll leave you here by yourself.”

He stepped away from your hand, still grinning as he practically threw himself on the grass. “Yeah no. I’d not embarrass myself like that. I’m way too drunk.” Ace held his hand out for you, waiting for you to join him on the ground. “I do want time with just you though. On the ship there are so many people… everyone is just around all the time. Sometimes I just want to be with you.” His words were still slightly slurred but the flush was going away. “Out here though… you and the stars. My favorite things.” 

Humming you reached out and took his offered hand, not laying down just holding it. Grounding yourself in the sea of stars and wind. “A romantic drunk.” Drunk Ace really was a whirlwind, you didn’t know what you would get that day, romantic though, that was saved for you. Finally you laid down next to him, Ace pulling you close before you could do it yourself.

Adjusting yourself you moved to lay your head on his chest. His heartbeat thrummed in his chest, a sound better than any music you could hear. It was peaceful now, Ace’s hand trailing softly against your arm, the sound of the ocean and the wind mixing with the faint music in the distance. You’d not get angry if your boyfriend fell asleep now, he could fall asleep anywhere, this was the perfect time for it. 

Your own eyes were getting heavy, surrounded by his warmth and heartbeat. “I love you.” His voice was quiet, eyes never leaving the sky above you. “Sometimes it scares me to love someone this much.” Resting your chin on his chest you stared up at him, “It scares me to feel anything so much. I know what I do when I get caught up in things.” 

Reaching up you brushed your hand through his hair, knocking his hat off his head. “I love you too.” Finally he finally looked at you, “You don’t have to be afraid of this, you’re allowed to have good things. You deserve them.” Burying his face in your hair he pulled you on his chest, holding you tight. “And for the other emotions, i’ll be here for those too.” 

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Sorry I didn’t write anything yesterday. I had a tooth pulled 🫡

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also for the anon who just asked about platonic writing i'll for sure write platonic stuff for you!

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me not proofreading anything and just posting my fics raw

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req for marco!! age gap, secret relationship, it could be on the Moby dick or something else, maybe ace or izou finds out about it!!

i've never written Marco before and i don't focus on him much but I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope he's in character and that this is what you wanted!

warnings: secret relationship due to age gap (not underage)

word count: 1,234

Staring out over the ice covered ocean you let your body relax against the railing of the Moby Dick. This close to the North Blue you’d all expected to run into some ice but this was more than even Pops had been expecting. Ace had been out earlier clearing a path but even he had his limits. He’d argued against it but that had been quickly shut down and now he was somewhere below deck pouting. 

For now you were enjoying the chill in the air and the beauty of the snow. Some of the others had lingered around but now you were the last left. Quiet was a rare commodity on the Moby Dick, you’d be crazy to let it pass you by. Tate would probably be outside soon demanding you come inside, or she’d send one of the other nurses. Pops was doing well today so they’d have to find someone else to hover over. A frozen crewmate was probably a good target. 

“I think you’re the smartest one of us.” The sudden sound of Marco’s voice almost made you jump. “Pop’s has been yelling at Ace and arguing with the others about calling Bay to help us out.”  

You could see your breath when you laughed, “It would be nice to meet her.” You’d not even been born when she left the crew. A stark reminder of just how young you were. Half of the people they talked about here, you’d never met and may never meet. “They call her the Ice Witch right?” 

Marco nodded as he walked closer to you, “I called her that as an insult.” He admitted, a grin settling over his face. “She just ran with it as a complement.” There was meant to be a true insult, you knew that, he was probably happy that it caught on as a good thing. Being the first to give a pirate a title must have been a good feeling. Especially when they were practically your sister. 

A warm body met yours before you could turn to argue the point, your eyes widening and scanning as much of the deck you could see. “Marco!” If he’d snuck out here then there could have been others. “What are you doing!” 

His laughter was warm as he leaned down, his chin resting on your head and arms tightly around you. If you weren’t worried about being seen you’d be over the moon about being held like this. Warm and safe in the arms of the man you loved. But that wasn’t always something you could take pleasure in. If anyone saw you, you didn’t know what they’d say. Maybe they’d think you were a bad person or worse they’d think Marco had taken advantage of you in any way. 

Even if you were an adult before even meeting him, he was still much older than you. It would destroy you if he was shamed because of your actions. You’d joined the Whitebeard Pirates and was instantly drawn to the 1st division commander. Your crush was just supposed to be that, a crush that you’d get over. But you’d admitted how you felt one day, the words spilling out before you even realized what you were saying. 

The older man had smiled and told you he’d known, that he was just waiting for you to decide if you wanted to do anything. Now he was your boyfriend and you couldn’t be happier about the fact. But you made him promise not to tell anyone, afraid of what people's reactions would be if they knew. 

“No one is out here, I don’t think anyone even saw me leave. It was much more fun for them to watch Ace get yelled at again.” Any arguments died on your tongue when you tilted your head to look at him. A warm smile directed at you, the one only you got to see. “I’m not breaking any of your rules. In fact I’m just helping a cold crewmate out, I’d do this for anyone.” 

Narrowing your eyes you pushed his face away from you, “If you’ll do it for anyone when go cuddle them.” Even if he wasn’t serious, you couldn’t help the tingle of jealousy that went through you. “Maybe Vista is cold, hold him.” 

Marco’s laughter warmed you as much as his arms did when he grabbed the hand you’d been trying to push him away with. “Vista isn’t as fun to cuddle. Plus he’d probably look at me funny if I asked him for a kiss. But if you want me too.”

Before he could step away from you, you turned and grabbed the front of his shirt. You’d not noticed how cold it had gotten until you turned. Your hands dug into his shirt and you felt warmth embrace you again, the light blue flames tickling your skin harmlessly. “Ask any of them for a kiss and I'm throwing you overboard.” You muttered against his chest as you buried your face there, searching for more warmth. 

A heavy sigh left him, and you could practically hear the satisfaction in the sound. “It’s cute that you’re jealous, you know.” You didn’t need him to point it out. “You don’t need to be, I’d kiss you in front of all of them if you let me.” 

His words settled on you, maybe you could tell them. It wasn’t fair of you to be even remotely jealous of anyone when you’d been the one to insist it stay a secret. Marco had done what you wanted, you set the pace, you set the rules. Everything was in your hands. 

“Maybe I’d let you…” The shock on his face was evident, “It would be nice to not have to stand on a freezing deck to get attention from my boyfriend.” Marco trusted them and he knew them all better than you did. They’d accepted you as family the second you stepped foot on the ship. So maybe letting them know wasn’t a bad thing. 

Marco nodded along as you spoke. “And I’d get to kiss you whenever I wanted.” That sounded nice. “That sounds nice doesn’t it?” Heat flooded your cheeks, it would be nice. 

“It would be nice to not have to pretend we don’t know.” The pair of you stepped away from each other, your eyes wide as you stared at Izou. “Well maybe not everyone knows, but enough of us do.” He was mostly looking at Marco, his eyes bright. “Lover boy isn’t good at keeping secrets from us.” 

“Why are you even out here!” You wrapped your arms around yourself, a glare at Izou who you’d not come out here either. By the look on Marco’s face he hadn’t heard him either. “I thought everyone was watching Ace. Not spying on people.” 

Another person joined you on the deck, his footsteps much louder and steam rising from his shoulders as he looked at the three of you. “Why’d my punishment become a show anyway.” The freckled man rolled his eyes before looking at you and Marco. “What happened to you guys?” 

Fine. Everyone knew, they’d apparently known for a while. That just meant you didn’t have to stand here and freeze to death, stepping back near Marco you sighed grabbing his hand. “Since everyone already knows.” Glaring again at Izou you almost missed the way Ace’s eyes widened. 

“You two are together!?”

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Drinking night with the boys!! Done as a (bit late) birthday present for

@ayuventi.bsky.social !! Hope you wished them a good birthday!!!!! 💪🍰

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Thought about Child Law and Adult Law cosplaying one another jgjsbfbs

One is more excited than the other

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got some ace, marco & more red haired pirates to write but i'm afraid that's all for tonight! please request more i'm excited to get back to writing here!

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totally... should write something for rayleigh... he's so underrated 💔💔

I love Rayleigh and I'm more than happy to write him! I hope you like it! Enjoy some early morning fluff

warnings: it's fluff, a little suggestive but nothing serious. could be read as age gap

word count: 747

It was noon when you finally woke up, the heavy weight of an arm thrown over your body was comforting but that only lasted for a few minutes before you remembered you were mad at the older man. He’d said a few drinks and rounds of cards and you didn’t know why you actually believed him. Rayleigh never just had a few drinks on his nights out. 

It was your own fault for believing him really. And your fault for trying to match him drink for drink. And for giving him more. Admittedly you had no real right to be angry with him, you’d ended up drunker than he was. But it was more fun to call him a bad influence, and he’d agree with you. 

Your false anger faded when his arm wrapped tighter around you, “You’re thinking too loud. I’m too hungover for that.” His voice was rough as he spoke against your shoulder, beard tickling your skin. “You should be too.”

Turning on your side to face him, you almost pushed him off of you, but you were both too comfortable. Rayleigh was also right, your head hurt too much to try to fight against something you wanted. Warmth and strong arms holding you against a broad chest. It was too easy to get lost in him like this, and he knew it. 

“You’re terrible.” Shuffling down the bed you moved so your head was under his chin, sinking more into his warmth and the warmth of the bed. “You’re the one who should be suffering for the both of us. It was your idea, I just went with you.” 

He was waking up more while your body was trying to fall back asleep, “Is that right?” Even with the headache his rough laughter was a pleasing sound. “I guess you forgot the whining when I took your last drink. Or the pouting when I said it was time to leave.” 

You could hear the smirk in his voice, telling you about things you did vaguely remember. “It’s still your fault. You’re a bad influence, I should never listen to you.” You tried to hide the smile against his chest but you knew he felt it. “A terrible old man with terrible intentions.” 

Rayleigh rolled over onto his back, pulling you with him as he did. His large hand resting on the small of your back, keeping you close to him. “I’m also a wise old man, not just terrible.” His hand ran along your back slowly, comforting. “Plus you’re my good luck charm. I won almost every game I played last night.” 

Your chin rested on his sternum when you looked up at him, “You probably cheated.” You teased.  He had been on a winning streak, it was part of why you drank more, everytime he was brought a drink you were at his side and they were handing you one. “I know you did at least once.” You’d caught him sliding a card out of his sleeve once and just laughed about it. Rayleigh could really get away with anything. 

“Just once.” he protested as he reached over to grab his glasses, “Other than that it was all you. Cross my heart.” 

“Then I guess you’ll have to keep me around.” Eventually you’d have to get up, you both needed to shower and eat something. But for now this was exactly where you wanted to be. “You’ll have to sell yourself again if I’m gone.”

His laughter was loud and shook his whole body, “As fun as taking advantage of slavers is, I don’t have any plans to get rid of you. I could still do it though, take all their money and buy you something nice.” 

Pressing a kiss to his chest you wrapped your arms around him the best you could in your position. “If you want to do something nice for me you’ll carry me to the shower. Not get fake kidnapped.” Even if you knew he could get away in the blink of an eye it still worried you. 

Yelping when he stood up you clung to him, surprised by the sudden movement. “I’ll carry you to the shower and join you.” He was grinning as he adjusted you in his arms, “Then we’ll talk about going back out tonight.” 

“Terrible! I told you, you’re terrible.” Still there was nowhere else you’d rather be. You’d wake up with a million hangovers if this was how all mornings went.

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I need some Hongo, Beckmann, shanks, ace and/or Marco. And im thinking spa night themed fluff. If possible! Thank you!

i love the red hair pirates and hongo is one of my underappriciated favorites! so i'm excited for this one!

warnings: none, it's all fluff, a little suggestive on beckman's part

word count: 1,947 (total)

CUTE SPA NIGHT WITH SHANKS, HONGO BECKMAN, & ACE══▸

Resting your head back further against his shoulder you let your eyes fall closed as the steam waved over the two of you. The water of the hotspring was nice and warm, comforting and relaxing every muscle in your body. If you could stay here forever you probably would. Eventually the heat would become too much and you’d begrudgingly get out, but for now you were content. 

Your lover at your side however seemed to be a little less at ease than you were. His fingers twitched against your arm, obviously doing his best to keep them still, but it was no use. “You’re fidgeting.” Opening one eye you raised your head to look at him, “Do you want to get out?” 

“No.” Shanks answered quickly, “This face stuff just itches.” At the scrunch in his face you couldn’t help but laugh, “Okay yeah laugh at my pain.” The narrowed eyes held no malice, just a warmth to match the bath. 

Pulling away from him you grabbed the washcloth that sat in the basket and wet it. “I told you to wash it off in five minutes. You’re the one who didn’t listen, or who has no concept of time.” Gently washing the mask from his face his arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer. 

His breath ghosted against your face as he looked at you with soft eyes, “You had my arm and I didn’t want to move you.” He had been right about that, you’d not paid attention to the time either when you molded yourself to his right side. “I didn’t feel like moving either.” he added.

Splashing him with water it was his turn to laugh, “You’re just lazy and using me as an excuse.” You supposed he deserved to be lazy when it was like this. Being an Emperor of the Sea had him busy quite often. You knew he made time for himself on the sea but there was always danger when he was on the sea. “You’re a big baby sometimes you know that.” 

An easy grin sat on his lips “And you love it. You love being able to baby me.” He waited until you sat the washcloth back in the basket before pulling you back against him. “Just like I love babying you.” His lips were on your jaw, soft kisses that weren’t searching for more. Just enjoying the moment. 

Grabbing his face with both of your hands you pressed your own kiss to his lips, “What would the world say if they knew the great Red Haired Shanks liked to be babied?” You kissed his grin, “How fearsome you are.” A powerhouse that melted under your touch. 

“They’d be jealous because you’re the one doing it.” He pressed his forehead against yours, “I don’t need to be fearsome with you. I just need to be me. That’s why I love you.” 

You were both silent as you sat there, bodies against each other in the water. His hold on you loose but secure. “I love you too.” 

A soft smile played on your lips as Hongo read over the ingredients of the products you’d handed him. You’d thought this would be an activity he was more than happy to take part in, a relaxing spa day, getting extra clean, he loved that. But as soon as you got out products with chemicals the doctor in him came out. 

“Are you satisfied yet?” You nudged him with your foot, “This is supposed to be a fun night, relaxing even.” The smile had shifted from a smile to a slight pout. It wasn’t often the two of you actually had time just together. A small stop at your island was all you were going to get for a few months. “If any of your friends come in here trying to drag you to some party I might fight them.” 

His quizzical stare at the bottles faded into something different as he looked at you, “Oh yeah? You’ll fight Shanks for me?” 

Sitting up you put your chin on his shoulder, the smell of the sea filling your senses, something that always meant he was near. “To keep you with me and not at some bar in town? Oh yeah, he’d have no chance. You’re mine until you leave this island.” 

A strong hand cupped your cheek, “He knows. They all know, you made that very clear.” His lips were on your forehead before a quick kiss to your lips. “Now sit up if you want me to do this.” 

Doctor mode was clearly activated as he rubbed the first cleanser on your skin, his warm rough hands working it into your skin. Skilled precision and hitting all the spots that collected more dirt.  Still when you looked at him you could see it in his eyes. He was happy, content to spend time with you while you had it.

In a week's time he’d be back on the sea, fighting and partying and living the freedom he loved. But for now he was yours and he’d always promised that when it was over he’d come back to you. You could see the truth in his eyes when he spoke of it. 

Leaning forward you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, the foam getting on his own face, “Hey! I’m trying to do this right.” He pushed gently at your shoulder but stopped when your hand came up to rub the foam into his own skin. “I’m supposed to be pampering you.” A slight pout he’d deny if you pointed it out. 

“And I’m supposed to pamper you. Accept it, Doctor.” 

The air was warm in the bathroom, there was quiet music coming from the festival outside adding to the ambiance. Sweet scents, pleasant steam and strong hands rubbing your shoulders. You almost couldn’t think of anything better than this. But if someone joined you in the tub it would be much better. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to get in with me?” Your hand grabbed the strong one rubbing into your shoulders as Beckman’s deep laugh filled your ears. “There’s plenty of room and I could rub your shoulders.” Your lips pressed against his forearm before it was gently pulled away. 

His face was next to yours as he leaned forward, chin almost on your shoulder. “Your rose oils and petals would probably dry up if I joined you.” You snorted, a wet hand tapping against his cheek, earning you another laugh. 

Beckman didn’t pull away when your hands played with his hair, “But you’d smell very nice. And you’d be naked in a tub with me.” If anything would win him over it should be that. You knew his weaknesses and had no shame in exploiting them. Especially when they ended so well for you. “ I don’t see any downsides.” 

“Only thing that smells this sweet I need all over me is you.” Despite the constant flirtations that left his mouth and your own previous words, you still felt your face heat up from the praise. “Besides, there's plenty of time for that after.” An eyebrow raised as he moved towards the end of the tub, hands reaching into the water to pull your leg out. 

You were both quiet as he rubbed your feet. The music still softly came in through the window, for a moment you wished you were both out there with everyone else. Beckman loved parties, he loved being with the rest of the Red Hair pirates, but he was here with you. Rubbing your feet as if you were the one who was out all the time fighting or adventuring. You wished he’d take the softness he showed you. 

When he hummed along with the music you pulled your foot from his hands and sat up. “Let me do something for you now.” You’d meant to be innocent but his smirk had you rolling your eyes, “Not like that. I can rub your shoulders, play with your hair.” Your body was warm when you stood up, relaxed from the bath and his massage. “I’ve been doted on enough, I feel bad pulling you away from the festival.” 

He grabbed your hand helping you step out of the bath, the smell of smoke from the cigarette he’d lit filled you. Any other time it was a horrible smell but now it was just a sign that he was here with you. Around him it was comforting. 

“Oh miss a festival or miss all this?” he draped a towel over your shoulders. “I think we both know where I’d rather be.”

It was hard keeping in the laughter as Ace’s face scrunched up every time your hand moved across his face. “Stop moving your face like that.” You were trying to make the mask even but he wasn’t cooperating very well. Or maybe he just really wasn’t able to stop the twitching. 

“I’m not trying to. It’s just sticky.” He was whining but he’d been the one to agree to it. He’d even suggested it. He’d been joking when he said it. You’d commented on how the ocean had been harsh on his skin and he said he should use one of the ‘goopy things’ you put on your face.

Your eyes had lit up and he knew he’d sealed his own fate. That was why you were now sitting on his bed, you on your knees and him grumpily sitting there letting you rub a charcoal facemask into his skin. 

At first he’d been happy to let you get so close, something that had taken effort for. It hadn’t been long since the idea of you on his bed with him made him almost burst into flames. Now he’d been excited when you grabbed his shoulders and practically sat in his lap. His pleased face only lasted so long when you started putting the mask on him. 

“Stop being a baby. You’ll be ready to let it sit soon and it will dry.” You didn’t tell him that you’d move away from him when it needed to dry, but you knew he’d have his face against yours the second he was free. Ruining your hard work and the ‘suffering’ he’d endured to have it put on. “Or I can let you wash it off now and our moment is gone.” 

His arms wrapped around your waist and you had to pull back to keep the still wet mask from getting on you. “Or you wash it off and we have a better moment without this sticky stuff. We can watch the stars or anything else.” You didn’t miss the attempted raise of his eyebrows when he said ‘anything else’ 

Kissing his bare shoulder you worked yourself out of his arms, “The sticky stuff will make your face look better. And I like it when you look healthy. Not grimey.” 

Ace let you pull away but snorted when you called him grimey, “Wow. You’re supposed to like me no matter what I look like. And you claim to love me.” It was nice that he was joking like this, he was healing, finally accepting that he deserved love and happiness. 

“I do love you, even when you pass out in food, or when you light yourself on fire.” His face was losing movement with the pull of the mask but you could see how happy he was in his eyes. He’d never admit how much he liked hearing this. “But you’re gross sometimes.” You teased before reaching over and touching the now dry mask, ignoring the faux glare he was giving you.

He let you touch his face, wincing when you peeled at the edge. "I think next time I'll just help you with the face mask stuff."

You hummed in agreement, but you'd already decided you'd try some of the less 'sticky' masks on him. “Okay then let’s take this off and you can pamper me.”

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Let Me - Soft Scene with Mihawk

Warnings: none, just fluff

Word Count: 421

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x Reader

"Soft Scene with Mihawk" Series

crossposted on AO3

The air was thick with the scent of earth and rosemary, still warm from the fading sun. The vineyard behind the castle was cast in amber light, shadows stretching long across the garden rows. Mihawk had just finished tending to the last of the vines, his coat slung over one shoulder, shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows. You watched from the terrace, a mug of herbal tea nestled between your hands.

He didn’t say much, as usual. But you could see it in his shoulders—the day had worn on him. Quiet effort, methodical as always. He didn’t expect anything in return.

Which was exactly why you wanted to.

You padded barefoot across the stone path and held out the linen cloth you’d carried. “Sit,” you said gently, motioning to the bench nearby. “I’ll wipe your hands.”

He raised an eyebrow, amused. “I’m not wounded.”

“I didn’t say you were.” You smiled, and when he didn’t move, you added, “Let me, please.”

After a heartbeat, he sat. You knelt in front of him, brushing dirt and dust from his long fingers with soft, patient strokes. He watched you, completely silent, until you felt the weight of his gaze so strongly you had to look up.

“What?” you asked, a little breathless.

“Nothing,” he murmured. “You’re... gentle.”

You blinked. Not a compliment he gave lightly. Your hands stilled for a second, then resumed.

Once his hands were clean, you stood and disappeared briefly inside. When you returned, you held a dark, aged bottle cradled carefully in both arms.

“I found this in your collection,” you said. “You’ve had it for twenty years, apparently. I thought maybe... tonight’s the kind of night that deserves something rare.”

He looked at the bottle, then at you—something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. Not surprise. Not irritation. Something softer.

“You know how to read a moment,” he said quietly.

You smiled. “Only yours.”

He poured the wine himself, let it breathe, then handed you a glass and clinked it gently against yours. “To quiet evenings,” he said.

“To you letting someone take care of you, even a little,” you teased back.

He didn’t reply—just gave you that small, rare smirk. The one that said you were getting under his skin in a way no one ever had.

And as the sky deepened into twilight, you sat side by side in the warmth of the garden, wine between you, silence full of everything unspoken—your care, his quiet gratitude, and a bond that didn’t need many words to deepen.

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it's been a few years since i've written for this account but i'm in the mood to come back and write specifically for one piece! i'll write for just about any one piece character or even for oc's if requested but it will mostly be 'x reader' you can find my rules here and ask box here! i write both sfw and nsfw prompts and if you'd like to take a look at my previous writing you can find it here! thank you in advance if you request anything!

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