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[where-does-the-heart-lie]

I do not expect that it *is*, but is this Killer?

pre-ts Killer was pretty lanky. >.>

He’s the server who brought Sabo the soup! He is Charlotte Raisin :0

Thanks for the ask!

[enteisabo]

hmmm....

Ace/Sanji "Need a hand?"

or

Buggy/Alvida "Stop clowning around!"

ACESAN NATION LET'S GOOOOOO this turned out very flirty but very tame LMAO.... thank you quin, this was very fun to throw at the text box. no editing no betaing i'm just GOIN give me a character/ship and a word/line of dialogue!!!

He wasn't intending to stay around for long, but Ace could never ditch the promise of free food and drink, nor could he pass up the opportunity to do his due diligence as an older brother to check out Luffy's crew. Of course, bullheaded and selfish as the kid is, he's surrounded himself with loyal and wonderful people; Ace doesn't need to be worried, and he wasn't--not really, anyway. Luffy's instincts are sharper than any other part of his mind. He's an honest and instant judge of character, and if he didn't trust these people with his life, they wouldn't last a day under his leadership.

Luffy's always looked for companionship and made families out of everyone around him. Seeing these people give him hell and have his back in equal turn has let Ace know that this loyalty is true. It's how his own new family act with one another, after all.

But that doesn't mean he isn't still curious about them. So it's for curiosity's sake that he's still here, still analyzing the crew. Luffy laughs the most with Chopper and Usopp, and listens the most to Nami and Zoro. The entire crew seems extremely protective of Vivi, but he can't really blame them, can he? He's seen what Alabasta is dealing with.

But that leaves this Sanji character. He picks fights with Zoro every time he opens his mouth near him, he worships the girls--there's nothing quiet about the way he presents himself. He's easy to read, or at least... it's easy to see what he wants Ace (and everyone around them) to read.

After their meal, Ace is left alone with the blond in the galley, sitting at the table with what remains of the mess, and he fills several seconds with a steady gaze and wandering thoughts at Sanji's back as he bustles around to clean up. Sanji is clearly one of their strongest, but the way his body is built is different from Zoro and Luffy. He's strong, sure, but it's leaner muscle, meant for speed and dexterity. Between that, the baby blues, the clothes, and the hair, well...

Ace wonders, a little, if this is similar to how Sabo would have looked. The thought brings a thin smile to his lips, and he rests his chin in his hand, eyes zeroing in on the back of Sanji's head.

"Need a hand?"

Ace is no stranger to doing dishes. He's also no stranger, these days, to being polite. After all, the etiquette he focused on learning has been forefront in the way he interacts with people he wants to like him.

But... Sanji reacts in a way he isn't quite expecting. He freezes up, is actually startled by the offer, it seems.

"Oh--no, no, you're a guest with us. You don't need to help out." And that smile is in a color that Ace recognizes. It's genuine, a crack in the persona, and gods is it sweet. A lance straight through the heart for Ace, and he knows immediately that this guy's not used to people extending that brand of kindness.

He certainly doesn't think Luffy's ever offered to wash a dish.

So that smile widens a bit, and Ace gets up to his feet, wandering up behind Sanji and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"No point in eating all your food if I'm not gonna pay back the favor, right?"

But Sanji just shakes his head, even though he gives in and hands him a stack of plates.

"Feeding the hungry isn't a favor, it's just what you're supposed to do."

Ace remembers how it was as a kid with Dadan. You hunt or you don't eat. Sure, it built character, and Ace never really did go hungry, but it was never something that he didn't have to earn.

The dishes land in the side of the sink already half-filled, and Ace starts up the water to fill the opposite basin, rolling his shoulders a bit before he starts in on the washing.

"If feeding the hungry is your purpose, it's no wonder you're with Luffy. He's a bottomless pit." He shouldn't sound so proud of that, like it's something he nurture on purpose, but Sanji sees the glow in Ace's demeanor, apparently, because it gets a quiet laugh out of him as he joins him to start the drying.

"You don't seem to have any room to talk. Runs in the family, huh?"

"You have no idea," Ace laughs, the grin fixing itself into place as he remembers how much the three of them would devour. A whole camp of bandits, and half the food went to three snot-nosed brats. "But with your food," he adds with a pointed look, "it's no wonder he's always asking for more."

Now, Sanji doesn't necessarily seem like the modest type, but Ace catches the hint of blush on his cheeks as he scoffs, trying to brush off the compliment like he's never received praise in his life.

"Of course he is. He's going to be King of the Pirates, so I'll make sure he eats everything he needs to get there." Sanji's tone is full of honest conviction, but Ace doesn't miss the deflection.

"You know I'm complimenting you now, right?" Ace teases, elbowing Sanji slightly and watching his ears go red. It's funny; he never seemed interested in any attention but the girls', but Ace had a feeling this wouldn't go over badly. So much so that he lets his hand brush Sanji's as he passes him a utensil, and tilts his head to catch his gaze--all nervousness and flustered charm from the cook, but met with calm and collected ease from Ace.

"You're an incredible cook and a strong fighter, Sanji. My brother's lucky to have you. So..." He leans in a little closer, and swears he can see the moisture evaporate out of Sanji's mouth and throat. And hell, Ace is known for his heat, so he might as well lean into it. He glances from his eyes down to his mouth, and back up, eyelids falling just a bit.

"... don't let him take you for granted."

Sanji doesn't seem to know what to do with himself. He's frozen, with as much in the mix of fear as there is confusion, attraction, embarrassment; Ace has just done something incredibly complicated for him, and he can see that. And it's that twinge of fear that has him reaching up and patting his shoulder before he pulls away from the situation, wandering toward the door. If Sanji has hangups, he's not gonna push them.

"Thanks for the food. And for letting me give you a hand. Let me know if you want another, yeah?"

He's pretty sure he hears Sanji choke when he steps out of the room.

[tacobabywh0re]

nectarine: do you and your F/O live together? If so, what does your living space look like? \o/

Oh hii quinloki welcome to my taco unit!!🌮🌮. Sorry I don't really understand your question.,could you explain a bit more clearly?

[swampstew]

Personal Hell

Summary: Loosley inspired by this blurb by my good friend @quinloki ~ You're Captain Kid's little love doll, do you think you can live with it? Be honest.

Warnings: spicy content 18+ only; VERY Yandere! Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; noncon dubious consent, graphic, reader is a hostage, forced orgasms, vaginal penetration, creampie, threats of violence/impregnation

You couldn’t move much after Kid was done with you. He was always rough with his ‘lovemaking’ and tonight was no different. You nearly jumped as you felt his fingers run over the fresh bruises he made. Holding back the whimper that threatened to escape from your lips, your hands clutch the blanket tightly as you felt Kid pull your body down the bed.

A damp, warm cloth runs up your thighs and stomach, cleaning off the clumps of cum that caked your body. You hear the nightstand open, the cap of a bottle come unscrewed, and the silky feeling of a balm being coated over your aching skin.

“Up,” you hear him command.

You lift your hips as he slides a pair of his briefs to cover your naked bottom. He continued his after care by pulling his oversized shirt over your body and carried you to the bathroom.

“Piss.”

He gave you the courtesy of closing the door so you could urinate. As soon as the toilet was flushed, the door swung back open and he crowded your space, getting behind you and reaching for his toothbrush.

In silence, you brushed your teeth, washed your faces, and he even brushed your hair before shuffling you back to the bed.

As the mattress shifted, you could hear the faint clink of the metal handcuff that was still hanging on the lowest rung of the headboard. Long abandoned for how many months now, you couldn’t be sure. All you knew was that he stopped enforcing them in your sleep once you had become more…pliable to his demands of you.

Even though you knew it was pointless, you still tried to stick the edge of the bed with one knee partly hanging off. The furthest point that you could be to not be touching him.

A measured click of his teeth, he evenly called out, “C’mere.” Not a suggestion, a demand.

One you wanted to ignore.

You turned over to face him. He wasn’t looking at you but he had a smile on his face, one that implied he knew you were going to do it or else face his consequences. You pressed yourself lightly to his side as he pulled the blanket up to cover you both.

“One day,” he sighed, “You’ll be glad to be waking up to me. You could have it so much worse.”

You squeaked as he wrapped his arm around you and moved your limbs so that your leg was in between his and your arm was slung around his neck.

“I treat you good, don’t I?”

A rhetorical question.

“Don’t I?”

You stiffly nod.

He scoffed, “At least pretend like you mean it.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that.

Kid decided he would find out for himself, plunging his hand down your borrowed underwear. Swiping his long fingers across your slit, you could hear the smugness in his voice.

“See? At least yer pussy is honest with me.”

He played with the wetness between your folds, a natural bodily response to the stimulation but he took it as his own achievement. His pride overflowing.

Dipping his fingers inside you, you couldn’t help the reflexive tightening of your muscles or the moans you choked back. The way he teasingly pushed against your g-spot, pressing his digits down against your gummy walls as they started to flutter.

He let out a groan, tightening his hold on you and thrusting his fingers faster. Wetness dripping down your thighs as you tried to close them and limit his motions. It was moot.

Kid tore them off and spread your legs, not even removing his own briefs as he pushed the tip of his erection into your entrance. The stretch of his cock head and the friction of the cotton against your walls pushed a cry from your lungs.

“Fuuuuck, see? You wouldn’t be enjoying it this badly if you didn’t like me!”

Pulling back, Kid let out a feral growl as he palmed his cock, stretching the stained fabric from your slick and rubbing himself earnestly.

Your chest heaving from the forced pleasure, you warily watched him as he stared at you with smoldering intensity. His hand slowly pumping himself as he drank in your aroma of fear and arousal. Even after all this time, your body still accepted and even enjoyed the twisted way he craved you. Needed you.

Abandoning his briefs, you didn’t have time to blink before he fully sheathed himself inside you. The satisfied groan that escaped him filled the room. He nearly slammed his forehead into yours, his eyes clenched shut as he pistoned into you with passionate intensity.

His hips slapped against yours loud enough to echo in his room, the sound of your stifled moans crescendoing with his as your pleasure was clawed from you. Splashing against his thighs, your body spasmed and convulsed under him as you came on his cock.

He whined and stuffed himself inside you as you rode your orgasm, feeling every throb and pulse of your walls on his cock. At the peak of your cry, he grinded into you until his own orgasm spurt from his tip and painted your walls white. His hips didn’t slow down until the last sputter of cum shot from his dick against your cervix.

Pressing your thighs tightly, he let out a strangled moan as he slowly pulled free, wrangling that last bit of tasty overstimulation from your pussy on his sensitive cock.

With a satisfied hum, he lowered his face and used his fingers to pry your thighs open again. Watching his seed dribble from your puffy lips.

“I love you too,” you heard him gruffly whisper before he planted a big, fat kiss on your leaking slit.

Kid crawled over your body until he was towering over you. You could see the reflection of light bounce off the creamy fluid that stained his lips and chin.

He pressed his lips to yours and forced your mouth open. Gathering what he could of his cum and transferring it your mouth. Making you wash it down with his spit. Kid kissed your face and your neck before he finally laid over you. Pinning you to the mattress.

“Sleep tight, princess.”

The next morning, you woke up alone in the room. A platter of breakfast on the nightstand with a note for you.

“You have three days to say it back. Don’t make me force it out of you. I’m willing to wait 9 months to see the physical manifestation of your love for me.”

[alexa-yukiyu]

Young Love (Marco x f!winged!reader)

A/N @quinloki 👉🏼👈🏼 I did it, I made it based on the prompt ‘Oh i’m in love’ I don’t think it turned out as well as I was expecting but I hope it can at least bring a small smile to your face. I wanted to do at least something for your birthday, kind of like a thank you for all the things you give us. This is really soft as it is when marco is on his teens; again I really hope you like it and here we gooo

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

“Huh, Marco, where are you going?” Teach called, watching as his senior jumped off his post and walked into the forest that lined the clearing they were currently making guard at

“I’m taking my break,” He called, not waiting for the response of the former as he continued to walk deeper into the forest, sighing when he finally made it to another clearing ways away from where the current ceasefire was taking place.

He dropped to the ground with a slight huff, closing his eyes and crossing his arms as he thought of his small exchange with Roger’s first mate; his fists tightened as he remembered how easily the man had brushed him aside. Embarrassment filled him at the memory of his full-blown attack being stopped by a single finger. Perhaps if he hade-

His eyes shot open at the sound of leaves crunching and rustling behind him. He knew that thanks to the ceasefire, even if it was one of the enemy crew, he was in no danger. He glanced behind him to shoo them off, only to pause at the sight of the stranger.

Standing there, slightly hidden behind a tree, was not one of Roger’s men. In fact, it wasn’t even a pirate; rather, it was a young woman. By the looks of it, she appeared to be a native of the island they currently stood on.

Marco’s face flushed as the woman peeked her head out of the tree. A small arrangement of feathers decorating the back of her head, held together by a highly intricately designed headband. In her hand, she held a similar-designed bow. However, it was the wings that she showcased on her back that grabbed Marco’s full attention.

Marco scrambled to get up, letting out a small yowl as this caused him to fall head first into the ground, quickly picking himself up and trying to appear casual in front of the girl.

“H-Hi,” he cursed himself for stuttering as he tried to get his nerves under control.

“Are you a local?” He questioned

“I am, who are you?” She questioned

“I -I’m from the Whitebeard pirates. We stopped here for supplies but encountered some difficulties, so our stay has extended more than planned.”

“You’re a pirate?” She exclaimed

Marco was caught off guard as the girl jumped fully out of the tree, fluttering close to him.

“What is it like out there? Have you been to many islands? Do you travel in a big boat? How does it feel to travel? Do you have a big crew?” She hurriedly asked, curiosity shining in her eyes as she leaned closer to the young man, her hands forming fists as she lost herself more and more in her excitement

“Ah! I - Im sorry,” she spoke, taking a small step back.

“I got a little excited… I’ve never seen the outside world, so I guess I got excited to meet someone who has,” she muttered, slightly hiding herself with her wings in a bashful manner.

“It’s okay,” he assured her.

“I don’t really mind telling you about our travels; we have seen all kinds of islands.”

The two spent the rest of the night exchanging stories. Marco excitedly told her about the different seasoned islands scattered in the sea, even telling of an island lost in the old times and an island made entirely out of trees. The girl listened in awe at the dangerous adventures the man had taken part in and the numerous treasures he and his crew had managed to claim, laughing at the tales between him and his brothers, along with the Captain of the ship he referred to as pops.

In exchange, Dokucha told him all about the island. The small village she and the rest of the villagers resided in, being taken in by them when she was fairly young after her family had been wiped away by a hurricane that stroke the island as he comforted her. She told him of the colorful flora that littered the island, even showcasing some of it by tucking a blooming flower on his hair much to his delight. She told him of the equally extensive fauna; from big to small, the island was home to all kinds of creatures. It wasn’t until the sun began to peak that Marco took notice of the time as he shot to his feet.

“I have to go back to camp; the ceasefire will be ending soon,” he spoke, stopping as he spotted the disappointment on the girl’s face. He kneeled down close to her again as he grasped her hands, the previous flush returning to his face as he did

“I can come back tonight,” he promised.

“Really?” She questioned hope filling her face

“I will,will I see you here? I still have to tell you all about the Moby dick.”

“Yes! I will see you tonight, then!”

“Great!”

And so the two promised.

-

“Marco! I was worried you wouldn’t show up! She exclaimed as he spotted the small tuft of hair approaching the clearing with haste.

“I’m sorry, the fight went on longer than I thought it would tonight,” he explained.

“Are you okay? Were you hurt?” She questioned worriedly as she took in any possible injuries

He gushed internally as she worriedly assessed him, spinning around him to ensure nothing was amiss.

“My injuries heal,” he stated with pride as he stood confidently.

“Heal?”

“My devil fruit enables me to heal myself instantly.”

“Devil fruit?”

He paused, realizing that she must not have acome across the concept of devil fruits on the island; as he explained the concepts and power of devil fruits and how his own worked, he watched as her awed expression grew into an elated one as he offered to show her his full Zoan form.

She gasped as the man before her enveloped himself in cyan flames, covering her eyes at the bright flames in the otherwise lightless clearing. Once her sharp eyes adapted to the change in light, she lowered her arms, gasping as she took in the huge bird that stood before her; entranced, she approached him, extending her hand towards him and gasping; it wasn’t hot as she was expecting the flames to be, rather they were warm, they were inviting, they were

“Beautiful….” She uttered as she kneeled in front of him taking him in

The words she spoke would forever be engraved into Marco’s mind as the words that would change what was a small crush into a blooming love.

-

“Marco! You’re here; it’s strange seeing you during the day, isn’t eve-Marco?” Dokucha stopped her words as she took in Marco’s frantic state

“Marco, what’s wrong?”

“I-it’s over... the fight is over.”

“I don’t understand. Is that not wonderful news?”

“N- I mean, yes, don’t you know what that means, Dokucha?

“That the fight is over?”

“It means it won’t be long before we leave,” he sighed, defeated

“Oh,” she muttered

“I won’t see you again?” she questioned

Marco frowned, his own heart breaking as he heard the young woman’s heartbroken tone.

“Please come with me!” he pleaded, grasping her hands.

“Come.... with you?”

“You can have the adventure you wanted. You can see the Moby Dick and travel in it.”

“But what about my village?”

“Is there anything left for you here?” that silenced her; she knew that although he was right, despite her loving the village and its people and vice-versa, there was nothing more to gain if she were to stay here.

“Will your Captain be okay with this?”

“I won’t let him say no.”

She shook her head, letting out a disbelieving laugh.

“You didn’t think this through.”

“W-well, I have a beginning and end. I’m still figuring the in-between”

“You’re a dork”

“Is that a yes?”

She smiled, leaning in a quick, chaste kiss on the Phoenix’s cheek.

“Let’s go.” She grinned, opening her wings and promptly taking to the sky.

Marco looked entranced at the girl touching his cheek as he tried to take in what had just occurred.

“Are you going to stay down there?” She hollered

“Oh... so that’s what it is. I’m in love,” He spoke, a smile growing on his face as he heard her call out to him again.

“I’m coming”

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[standfucker]

If I have read your pinned post correctly, your requests are open! (If I've read it incorrectly please ignore this (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MONTH) ).

I would love a Marco x afab they/them vibes either bullet point or drabble as you see fit based off this prompt:

You stow away on The Moby Dick –and get discovered. You stowed away because your island was going to sacrifice you!

Thank you very much if you decide to write it 🥰SFW or NSFW is fine, however the words take you =3

(hides word count) I'm not biased, I'm not biased Dx Working on this during a particularly bad day was very therapeutic. That's my reasoning for it being so long, and not because I'm obsessed with Marco.

Stowing Away to Save Yourself - Marco x Reader

CW: mentions of ritual sacrifice, questions of self-worth

The weather changes abruptly in the New World. It’s only been half a day since the Whitebeard Pirates sailed from the last island they stopped at, a cheerful summer island, and since then the snow has been falling for a few hours now. Despite the chilly wind, Marco’s in a good mood; the island natives had been friendly and let the crew participate in their harvest festival.

Whistling to himself, Marco goes to retrieve medical supplies from a crate. His tune dies as he finds you hiding inside, huddled down on a stack of boxes. Wearing practically nothing, just thin clothing that appears ceremonial, your skin is ashy and dry from exposure, and the snot is frozen to your upper lip. You’re shivering badly, one arm wrapped around your knees, the other clutching a scalpel you’ve scavenged. You point it at him, eyes wide with fear, teeth chattering.

“Oh,” is all he says at first, caught off-guard. Stowaways just don’t happen on the Moby Dick–no one would dare. But Marco quickly pushes past his surprise and analyzes the situation. Your breathing is slow and shallow despite your visible alarm; he recognizes that you’re approaching hypothermia, if not already there. He shrugs off his coat, the icy wind immediately cutting through his light clothing beneath and making the hairs on his arms stand up. “You need to get warmed up, yoi. How about we trade? That scalpel for my coat?”

You flinch when he holds his coat out to you, then eye the garment. Slowly, you scoot forward, glancing between the coat and him, like you’re waiting for him to grab you. You reach out–then snatch his coat and retreat, still gripping the scalpel. Marco watches as you hold the scalpel between your teeth while you struggle to get the coat on, then go back to pointing it his way with both hands. Oh boy. He needs to handle this delicately, as you clearly don’t trust him, which is fair enough. You likely know which ship it is you’re on, after all.

“You need to get warmed up,” he repeats. “You’re going to freeze to death. Come with me, yoi. I can find you proper clothing.” When you don’t move, he adds, “you can keep holding onto that scalpel, if you’d like.”

Marco offers you a hand. You stare at it for a second, then at him. Slowly, you try to get up, but don’t quite manage it. “I…I c-c-can’t stand up…” you say, words slurring slightly.

The slurring is a bad sign. He needs to act quickly without freaking you out. Marco holds up his hands in a passive gesture. “I’m going to come closer and pick you up, yoi,” he explains. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I’m a doctor.”

He takes a step, and you don’t flinch this time. Now confident, he closes the distance and bends down to lift you. Your skin has no warmth to it, and up close, he can see the ice forming at your tear ducts.

Marco carries you like one would carry an infant, an arm tucked under your bottom and another supporting your back. You cling to his shoulder, shivering. He emits healing flames from his body to jumpstart the rewarming process, and you make a small noise of shock, grip on him tightening.

“It’s okay. They aren’t burning you, see? I ate the Bird-Bird Fruit: Phoenix Model. My flames have healing properties,” he says.

The whole way back to the infirmary, he can feel the freezing metal of the scalpel pressed against the back of his neck, but he doesn’t take it personally. You must be panicking inside, you’re just too cold to show it. He describes what’s going to happen as he walks, both to break the silence and to help keep you calm.

“I’m going to call some nurses, and they’re going to use the infirmary shower to get you warmed up. They’ll strip you, but they’re all women,” he says. “In the meantime, I’ll get something hot for you to eat. You’re going to be okay, so just hold on a bit longer, yoi.”

Once he’s reached the infirmary and set you down, he uses the emergency transponder snail to notify Tate, the head nurse. Then he takes your temperature while you both wait for them to arrive. It’s far too low for you to even be conscious, which is impressive–you must be holding on through sheer will. Marco rests one hand on the back of your neck to continue to apply healing flames. The other, he holds out to you expectantly.

“Sorry, but you can’t have the scalpel around the nurses, yoi. They’re not pirates like the rest of us, though. You’ll be safe with them.” To his surprise, you hand him the scalpel without any fuss. He smiles. “Thank you, miss…?”

You give him your name, and he repeats it before introducing himself.

Three nurses burst into the room, making you jump. They already know the situation, so Marco reassures you. “They’re here to help. The infirmary shower is over there,” he points, “I’m going to step out now. Is that okay?”

You nod, and Marco leaves you in their capable hands.

The news of a stowaway has already spread like wildfire, his crewmates continuing to stop him to ask about it as he walks down the hall, and Marco continuing to tell them he’ll update them later. Thatch has a bowl of piping-hot soup waiting for him by the time he reaches the galley, and Marco can’t help but feel proud of the crew’s efficiency.

Meanwhile, the nurses have you under a stream of warm water, slowly bringing your temperature back up. Your brain feels foggy, like your thoughts are drifting through molasses. They gradually float faster as your core temperature increases. It’s probably better that way, you think. If you tried to process everything you’d just escaped at once, you’re pretty sure your head would explode. You don’t even want to think about your island, your people, and how awful they seem right now. Instead, you focus on everything else: the kind doctor, who spoke soothingly and moved slowly, who smiled at you instead of throwing you overboard. The nurses, who were fussing over you and monitoring the thermometer in your mouth. The ship, which seemed like a potential death trap, but was still the better alternative than certain doom.

Once the nurses are happy with your temp, you’re dried and dressed in borrowed clothing. You tell the nurses they can throw your old clothes away, that you never want to see “those rags” again. When you come out of the shower, Marco’s waiting for you with a tray of food. He has you sit in a patient bed and sets the tray down on the extendable table, double-checking your temperature for himself. One of the nurses gripes at him for doing so, he sheepishly apologizes, and then they leave the two of you alone.

Your first sip of the soup is cautious, but once you taste it, you lift the bowl directly to your mouth and chug, nearly burning your mouth in the process. Marco smiles.

“Our ship’s cook does good work, doesn’t he?” he says. “Eat as much as you’d like. There’s plenty more, yoi.”

You don’t reply. Now that you’re all warmed up, your thoughts are moving a mile a minute, and you’d rather stuff your face than dwell on any of them.

Marco perks slightly when he hears you sniffle. You should be warm now, but–oh. You’re tearing up as you eat, hands quivering just a little bit. He leans his head on his fist, watching you.

“I suppose the only reason you’d escape that beautiful island of yours is if you had no choice,” he guesses. “Still, you’re brave to stow away on an Emperor’s ship–”

“I’m not,” you cut him off, swallowing hard. The tears begin to run down your cheeks. “I’m a coward and a disgrace.”

“What makes you say that?”

You wipe your eyes with your sleeve and look down. “...I was supposed to be a sacrifice.”

Marco’s eyes widen. Such practices are exceptionally rare nowadays, and the island had seemed so peaceful and prosperous, all the villagers kindly and energetic.

“We always have a bountiful harvest after,” you explain, eyes distant. “It happens on the last night of the festival. I was chosen as the next virgin maiden sacrifice. I’m not even a maiden! It’s…It’s not fair…” Your bottom lip quivers. “I didn’t want to die.”

“There’s certainly nothing wrong with that, yoi,” Marco says, shocked.

“There is! Now my family will be shamed, and they’re just going to kill someone else,” you covered your face, your next words coming out through sobs. “I couldn’t do it and someone else is going to die in my place. I’m such a coward! Such a coward…”

“Hey now, hey,” he says softly, unable to stop himself from reaching out to you. He rests his hands on your shoulders, bending down to your level. “It’s okay. You were right to run. It’s okay.”

Rather than flinching, you lean toward him, desperate for any sort of comfort, and he pulls you into his chest, hugging you tightly and letting you cry and blubber on about how sorry you are.

“Don’t worry about your village anymore,” he says, rubbing your back, “you’re safe now, and that’s what matters. You did the right thing, and now you get to have your whole life ahead of you, yoi.”

“But I…” you hiccup.

Marco cradles your face in his hands and gently lifts it so you’re looking at him. “Defying one’s fate is the bravest thing that anyone can do.”

You stare back into his eyes. Somehow, despite having just met him, you know that he means what he says. To not hang onto his words is impossible, and to not be a little taken with him from then on is even more so.

At first you don’t muster up the courage to leave the infirmary, even though you’re given the all-clear to move about. You do puzzles and draw venting, angry pictures with the things Marco provides you with. Eventually, he manages to convince you to come out with a little coaxing and reassurance. You stay glued to his side, trusting no one else, and stay firmly behind him when meeting new crewmates, peering out from his arm with a death grip on his jacket. Your legs shake when you meet Whitebeard.

The crew is friendly enough, and once Whitebeard learns your story, he gruffly reassures you that you can sail with them. You slowly begin to relax, though you still don’t leave Marco alone. He’s frequently busy, so you follow him around as he goes about his day. He doesn’t seem to mind, even teasingly calling you “duckling” for it. The only place you leave him be are in his own quarters, letting him have his privacy. You sleep in the womens’ quarters with the nurses, having decided it’s the least intimidating option.

As each day goes by, you gain more confidence. You start letting Marco out of your sight for periods of time, opting to stay by the people he hangs out with the most instead. Anyone he seems to have a high regard for, you’re willing to be around–he trusts them, so you begin to trust them, too. Each of them finds some common ground with you. For example, Thatch asks you about the food customs on your home island, though he quickly notices it’s a sore subject and changes the topic. The galley is under operation 24-7 to feed such a large crew, so he doesn’t mind letting you help out to give you something to do. When he has the time, he shows you some knife techniques and tricks. You try to mimic a complex trick, flipping the knife between your fingers, and end up slicing your index finger. When you tell Marco about it that night, he asks to see.

“It’s not bad,” you say as he peels off the bandage. “Just a little cut. Thatch said I need to take it slow...He’s nice.”

“Don’t let his charm fool you. He can be a real wiseass,” Marco chuckles, inspecting the thin scab. “Do you like to learn new things, yoi?”

“Mhm. Back home, I hadn’t picked out a trade to learn yet, because I couldn’t decide. So I just worked.”

He places his index finger over the scab, and a small, blue flame flickers out from the point of contact. It lights up the surrounding darkness with soft, cobalt light. You’re transfixed, having not seen his ability since you first met him a few weeks ago. You start to feel funny in your chest, and aren’t sure if it’s a side-effect of his ability, or if it’s because he’s holding your hand so very gently right now. His hands are warm.

“What did you do?” Marco asks.

“Farming stuff, mostly. Harvesting the fields. Sometimes I watched my neighbor’s kids, or helped out at the local market. I tried to do what I was supposed to, which was experiment and figure out a path. But I guess my problem is that I didn’t know what I wanted, even at my age. I stagnated…” you voice lowers. “That’s why…”

“Don’t think about it like that,” Marco interrupts. “I can’t say I know what your elders’ decision-making process is. But there’s never a good reason to take a life, and definitely not because it helps everyone else prosper, yoi. You deserve better.”

“They’re not bad people,” you say, sighing. “They’re… I don’t know. I don’t know why they would do that. I don’t know what to think anymore.”

“I don’t blame you for feeling conflicted. They treated you well until then, I assume.”

You nod, feeling your throat get a bit tight. “Yeah.”

Marco lifts his hand from yours, and to your amazement, the cut is gone, not even a scar left in its place. You gasp, having never actually seen his powers work in such a tangible way.

“It’s healed!” you say, rubbing at the spot as if it would dispel the illusion. “No way! Marco, you’re amazing!”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Aw, shucks. It was nothing, yoi.”

“What a wonderful devil fruit! I was always told they’re bad news, but that can’t be true for all of them.”

“It’s more that the people who eat them are usually the ambitious, power-seeking type.”

“That doesn’t sound like you. Why did you eat it?”

Marco looks up at the stars for a moment, reminiscing. “My home island was in shambles. Couldn’t pay the heavenly tax, so it was complete chaos. When I came across the fruit, I didn’t know what type it was…but I hoped it could give me a better life, somehow.”

“Did it?”

He smiled sadly. “No, but Pops docked at my island not long after, and forcibly adopted me…And my power helps my brothers, so I can’t say I regret it, yoi!”

You smile. “Well, I’m glad you were the one who ate it. To help others…it suits someone like you. You deserve that devil fruit.”

A faint tinge of pink colors Marco’s cheeks, and he awkwardly thanks you for the comment, rubbing the back of his neck again.

The days pass by, and you see less of Marco as you spend more time with the crew. Ace immediately takes to treating you like a brother, and decides to teach you how to defend yourself, showing you how to handle a dagger. The crewmates watching all give their input on which weapon you should learn to use (theirs, usually) until Vista says a dagger makes the most sense for you and quiets them down. Though his towering size is a bit intimidating at first, Vista is just as warm and open as most of them, and he becomes the third person after Marco and Whitebeard in which you divulge your story.

“What a daring escape!” is his response, which warms you up to him right away.

Vista lets you sit on his shoulder to look out over the sea. So does Jozu, who shows off his devil fruit power afterward just to enjoy your marveling. Jozu insists that you try and stab him while he’s all “rocked out,” and laughs when your borrowed dagger glances harmlessly off his diamond hide. Right after his demonstration, Blamenco insists that his power is even more astounding: Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when he pulls a comically large hammer out of his own body. And once one crewmate starts showing off, they all want in, and that afternoon is spent with various displays of weaponry, skill showcasing, and a lot of posturing. The crew bickers as easily as they laugh together.

Marco stops by to see what the commotion is, and finds you laughing, too, in the middle of the crowd. He smiles to himself.

“Everyone’s so much fun,” you tell him that night, huddled next to him in the crow’s nest. It’s your first time being there, having braved the climb with Marco’s encouragement that he could fly down and catch you if you slipped. Now that you’re within it, you’re not as tense, but the height makes you nervous, so you sit right against Marco.  “Crazy, but fun. I didn’t know pirates could be like this. Especially not an Emperor’s crew.”

“Life is funny like that, isn’t it?” he responds. “You can never be sure about anything in this world.”

“I’m sure that you have a great crew.”

He chuckles. “I think so too.”

“I really thought you guys were gonna kill me, you know? I only stowed away on the small chance I could hide away until the next island.”

“Better for you that your plan fell through, yoi. Speaking of which… We’re due to arrive at another island soon to restock.” He tilts his head at you. “What do you want to do?”

You think about it for a minute. “I’m not sure…I guess I have to disembark, right?” You’ve helped around the ship where you could, your practical skills coming in handy for many small jobs. If you weren’t cleaning, you were helping the cooks in the galley, or making repairs to weapons and armor, or doing maintenance on the ship. “To be honest, I still don’t know what I want to do.”

“Nothing wrong with that. That just means you can keep on trying new things.”

“You’re pretty optimistic.”

He pauses, looking at you. “Was your indecision looked down upon before?”

“Shouldn’t it be?” you ask. “It’s healthy to have a path in life.”

“Is that a saying from your home village?”

“It is.”

He smiles wryly. “Coming from a place that makes ritual sacrifices, I’d question their wisdom, yoi. Wouldn’t you?”

You blink, a bit stunned by his words. You’d never really thought about it like that. “...They’re not bad people.”

“So you’ve said. But I wouldn’t want you going back there, myself. Good people can make bad decisions.”

“I…” you fall quiet. After a minute, he looks at you and is surprised to see you tearing up. “Sorry. I’m just…I’m so relieved.”

“Don’t apologize, yoi.” Marco drapes an arm over your shoulders. With his other hand, he wipes away your tears. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Your heartbeat picks up from the contact. “Um! No. I mean, yes?” You avoid his gaze, looking guilty. “I kind of…I kind of miss them. Isn’t that ridiculous?”

“Of course not. It’s still your home.”

A few more tears run down your cheeks, and you giggle nervously when he wipes those away, too. “S-Stop that. I can wipe my own face.”

“Ah, let me fuss, yoi,” he says, pinching your cheek. “It’s good for you.”

“What is?” You bat his hand away. 

“Being taken care of. I take it you’re not used to that, either.”

You shrug. “I’m an adult…I’m usually the one taking care of others. Especially since I’m unmarried.”

“You mentioned not being a ‘maiden’ once. Is that why you remained single?”

“Kind of. It’s not normal to be…like that where I’m from. I was expected to get married and have children, and if not, then to at least choose a trade to work in. But since I couldn’t do even that, I, uh…” you laugh awkwardly, avoiding his gaze, “I’m kind of considered useless…”

Marco doesn’t respond. After a minute, you glance his way nervously. He’s staring off, and there’s a dark look in his eyes. “You were chosen for that reason, then. It wasn’t random.”

“Yeah.”

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?” you say, and he looks at you intently.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

Suddenly your throat gets dry, and the tears come straight back. Overwhelmed with feeling, you lean your head against his shoulder. “Thanks.”

Marco tilts your chin up to look at him. “I know this is all unfamiliar. The crew is rowdy and rambunctious, and the ship is crowded. You’re both brave and resilient to have endured it thus far, and I’m proud of you for getting along with everyone.”

You can’t help but smile at that. “It’s really not so bad,” you say. His gaze is intense, so you look up at the sky instead. “At least the stars are familiar, even if our constellations are different.”

He nudges you. “Tell me about them.”

You point up at the night sky, explaining how the northern section of stars form a constellation of a great bird. The Crow, it’s called.

“That one, above the cloud?” Marco points, and you shake your head. Taking his hand, you point it to the correct star, moving his hand to trace out the imaginary line between them. Below that one is the Farmer, eternally on the lookout for the Crow, and next to her, the Plow, and the Oxen that pull it…

The ship rocks gently, the night air cool and comfortable, and Marco is warm against your side. You name constellations until your eyelids grow heavy and your hand drifts down. Marco asks you about the next one, but you no longer respond. Looking down, he sees that you’ve fallen asleep.

That night, you dream of being carried by the Crow, made of soft blue starlight, descending from the heavens to carry you in its talons, and gently drop you into bed.

The rest of the week flies by, and soon, the Whitebeard Pirates dock at the next island. It’s one of Whitebeard’s territories, so everyone is relaxed and upbeat. You sit on the railing and watch crewmates go to and from the ship with boxes of supplies.

“It seems like a nice place,” you tell Marco, who looks up from his checklist. “I have to make a decision now. Figure out where I go from here…”

“Do you want to stay longer?” Marco asks bluntly, making you gape at him.

“Is that even allowed?”

“I doubt anyone would oppose it, but you still have to ask Pops.” The thought of asking Whitebeard is scary enough to make you hesitate, and Marco chuckles. “I can go with you, if you’d like.”

“No,” you say, surprising him. “I'll do it myself.”

At Marco’s suggestion, you wait until after dinner, by which time Whitebeard’s had a few enormous mugs of beer in him. Still, you have to resist the urge to shake in your boots. Whitebeard hasn’t talked to you much in the month you’ve been on board, and while he’s never been cruel, he is loud, brash, and seems to take up even more space than he already does with the grand aura that hangs about him.

“What do you want, squirt?” he asks before you can even say anything, brows drawn together like he’s read your mind and already made a decision.

“Uh…Um, I…” you stammer.

“Speak up.”

You swallow and raise your voice. “I…I wanna…Um…”

“Louder. My ears aren’t what they used to be.”

You step forward, close your eyes, and shout, “Pops, can I sail with you a while longer?!”

The deck is silent. Not a single crewmate makes a peep. Whitebeard’s eyebrows raise, and slowly, the corner of his lips curl up, just a little.

“You may,” is all he says, but you nearly fall over in relief, all your tension lifted in a second.

You turn away, but go rigid when he adds, “What do you say?”

“T-Thank you!” you bow to Whitebeard, who grunts and waves a hand dismissively.

You get to know more people as time passes. Jiru and Kingdew teach you the basics of working the rigging to haul in sails, and with some direction and careful observation, let you help out the crew in hoisting them one day. It's a strenuous activity made easier by many hands, but you still work up a sweat. They both pat you on the back after. “As you get stronger, it gets easier,” Jiru says.

You do get stronger over the weeks. Faster, too. Ace has gone from teaching you to handle a weapon to straight-up teaching you how to handle yourself in a fight. You get a lot of physical activity on the ship, and always fall asleep easily as a result. You rest well…most of the time. Your escape from your island still eats at you on occasion, crawling up your back at night to linger at the edges of your mind. During the day, you’re too distracted by action and others to think much of it, but there’s no stopping it when you’re alone with your thoughts.

One night, Marco finds himself unable to sleep. Rather than fighting it, he gets up to go for a nighttime flight. He finds that the freedom of the sky sets his mind at ease–perhaps it has to do with his zoan instincts. He perches on the railing of the ship, transforms, and spreads his wings, letting the wind catch him and lift him up. With no heat in the night air, he has to flap hard to gain some altitude, but once he gets up higher, he’s able to soar beneath the stars, the wind whipping his crest and tail feathers.

Though the crew’s used to him in this shape, he still doesn’t fully transform all that often, so some crewmates working the night shift stop to watch for a while. He doesn’t mind, angling his wings to fly in a wide circle around the ship. It’s then that he notices who’s in the crow’s nest–Rakuyo, and huddled up next to him, you. Rakuyo’s flask is in your hand, you’re holding onto his arm, and with Marco’s sharp zoan vision, he can see the tear streaks on your cheeks. He’s immediately concerned, and a bit bothered. You’re not normally touchy with anyone but him, and while he trusts Rakuyo, Marco isn’t fond of how his drinking habits can cloud his judgment–and yours.

Marco tilts his wings and cuts a sharp, neat curve, landing gracefully on the edge of the crow’s nest. You stare at him, eyes huge, and he can’t help feeling a bit conceited at your obvious wonder.

“Hey, Marco,” Rakuyo greets him.

“Rakuyo,” he nods. “Y/n. Is everything okay, yoi?”

You sniffle and nod.

“They couldn’t sleep,” Rakuyo says. “Had a bad dream.”

“Is that right?” Marco can’t help the annoyance in his tone, and Rakuyo notices, looking suddenly uncertain.

“Nip of whiskey always helps put me back to sleep,” Rakuyo explains quickly.

“And how did you plan on getting them back down the mast afterward?” Marco tilts his head, eyes narrowed.

“Uh…Well, I could carry them?”

“You’re drinking too, yoi.”

“Er…”

You speak up then, still wide-eyed. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Marco doesn’t know if phoenixes can blush, but he feels the heat rise to his cheeks all the same. Rakuyo glances at you, his grimace flipping into a grin. “Okay, maybe they’ve had enough.”

Marco transforms most of his body back, leaving his wings out for a moment just to watch your awestruck expression. He hops into the crow’s nest.

“Well, if you’re here, I’ll leave them to you,” Rakuyo says, plucking his flask from your hands. He pats your shoulder and stands up fast, eager to avoid Marco’s ire. “Chin up, kiddo,” he says to you, then hurries away down the mast, leaving you two alone.

You hiccup.

Marco sighs, sitting down next to you. “Bad dream, huh?”

“Yeah.” You look up at him with those big, sad eyes, and Marco feels his heart clench. “What about you?”

“Just restless, yoi.”

“But you work so hard.”

“Heh, thanks for noticing. I can’t say why I’m unable to sleep right now.” He reaches to wipe your tears away, and you let him, leaning your head on his shoulder afterward.

“You felt my pain and came out. Now you’re here.” You close your eyes. “You’re such a good doctor…”

Marco laughs. “I think you need some water, yoi.” He pats your head, and you look up at him. “If I go get you some, will you be okay up here by yourself?”

You nod. “I won’t be scared. Well…maybe a little…but I’ll be okay!”

“That’s my little duckling,” he smiles. “I’ll be quick.”

A few minutes later, Marco’s back with a canteen. He settles back next to you as you drink.

“Do you want to talk about it, yoi?” he asks.

“Talk about what?”

“You dream.”

Your face falls, and you seem to deflate a little. “...Yeah,” you say. “Even after that whiskey, I couldn’t forget it.”

“I’m all ears.”

You chug some more water and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “I had a dream that my friend was sacrificed in my place.” You sink even lower, curling up.

“Oh, love.”

“I know a sacrifice was made after I left. Some poor girl, who had no idea her time was suddenly up. And I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault. Like if only I accepted my fate, things would be better for everyone.”

Marco drapes an arm around your shoulders and hugs you to his side. “Do you really believe that?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to believe it.” You settle against him. “Everyone here is so…so content. So free. So sure of themselves.”

“Maybe on the surface, yoi.” He rubs your arm. “Nobody’s perfect.”

You look up at him. “Do you really think I’m brave?”

“Do you really think I deserve my devil fruit?”

The question catches you off guard. “Oh. Well, yeah, of course. I’ve always believed that, since I’ve met you.”

“I feel the same way. You’re one of the bravest people I’ve ever met, yoi.” He smiles softly. “It’s no easy feat to go against the wishes of your entire village.”

You drop your head to hide your smile. Marco reminds you to keep drinking, and you do so, sipping at the canteen until the water’s almost gone.

“Marco?”

“Yes?”

“Will you tell me about the constellations you grew up learning?”

Marco points up to the sky. “You see the Crow up there, like you showed me a while ago? Take the star forming the tip of the wing, and go south…”

“There?” You point.

“Close.” This time, Marco takes your hand, guiding you to the correct star. “That triangle of stars that connects to that square–back home, we called it the Forge. And that one, the one your people called the Farmer? We called the same formation the Hunter.”

With a gentle voice and a gentler touch, Marco points out a few more constellations. The Unicorn. The Sickle. The Loom. As he points out the last star forming the Chariot, you both fall silent. He doesn’t let go of your wrist. Slowly, he slides his hand up your wrist to hold your own, interlacing your fingers together.

Your heart skips in your chest. The both of you lower your intertwined hands, until you’re just sitting there holding hands. You look at each other. Marco’s blushing.

Carefully, gradually, Marco lowers his head, and softly presses his lips to yours.

The ship rocks gently, the night air cool and comfortable, Marco is warm against you, and you know right then there’s nowhere else in the world you’d rather be.

Breaking the kiss, Marco cups your cheek and presses his forehead gently to yours.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

[mew-ya]

uniform idea for @quinloki 's host club au 💗

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That is the face of a man who is startled and maybe ready to kiss Ace at the same time. The conflicting emotions of “that was startling, but also really hot. How do I PROCESS THIS?!”

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Love the entire AU and comic so much. Your art and expressions just delight me to no end \o/

All of the above, and he processed it by trauma dumping to ace.

Ace got mad at me all of a sudden + I thought it was kinda hot but also I'm terrified = "My family abandoned me but it's all cool now"

Thank you for your kind words, I'm glad you've been enjoying! :>

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Hi Quin! Thank you for this! I have been thinking about these for a little while, and I am grateful for the opportunity to talk about them!

Last One Laughing

This platonic fic was for a mutual going through a hard time, and I wanted to give them something to laugh about. This is also where I truly fell in love with the Heart Pirates enough to want to put an OC in there with them. If you like stupid jokes, this is the fic for you.

Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes

One of the closest fics I've come to enemies to lovers. This fic was one of my favourites to write, simply because I enjoyed the idea of making Doflamingo a love-sick, yandere, subby mess. Chuck in the pollen trope and I'm just in love.

Shameless

A three-part series that was only meant to be a mini fic for Eustass Kid. This was where I first fell in love with the big guy and I began slipping away from the love of the Red Hair pirates. Of the fics I've written, I actually reread this one because I enjoy the second-hand embarrassment from the reader character I created. I don't think I've made a reader I've felt that internal shrieking at as much as this one.

Hey Doc

The way this was meant to be a silly writing exercise for an exhausted and exasperated doctor and their crew, it has now dived into something completely unexpected. I love writing this series so much, it's like a little bit of joy all wrapped up in a mess of silliness. The Kid Pirates need someone like this gn!reader, and I was happy to fill the spot. Just purely platonic shenanigans with a crew full of unhinged idiots.

Daughter of the Sea

Benn Beckman needed a small fic about what it was like to aid Shanks in raising baby Uta. I really wanted that softness from him, and I remember exactly how I was feeling when I wrote this in one sitting. I remember I started this at 6am with just a general idea, wrote various parts throughout the day between my duties and my job, and sitting in the bath until about midnight getting it all done. It played out like a movie in my head, and I adored the company it kept me.

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For Kakashi

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Technically, I feel like he's already been in every (form of) media 😂

I think it'd be fun to see him in the One Piece universe. He would have been an interesting edition to Wano. Or any fantasy/supernatural battle shounen, really. Imagine him being a public safety devil hunter in Chainsaw Man? Or a curse user in JJK?

A little more niche: shoving him into the Pet Shop of Horrors universe and seeing what happens. Or putting him into the world of Soara and the House of Monsters. How? I don't know! It's just a cool setting, and I think it'd be fun! (Or, or: Dungeon Meshi. Please, I need to see it.)

And now I have a million crossovers I want to see that probably don't exist. Damn it.

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Really Really

Breaking news: local cryptid @quinloki was found guilty of leaving tasty treats in my ask box. Feeding the thot after midnight. I let the whoremone monster out and it was feeling some type of way♥

Man worth 3 billion berri is still a virgin, so I threw him in the blender. Warnings: spicy; post-time skip Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; it doesn't go all the way in :) WC: 1.2K

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Impatient.                                            

Not a word typically used to describe yourself but after six long months aboard the Victoria Punk, the fierce Captain Kid had once again overlooked your playful flirting as he stormed to his workshop; a hint of red on the tips of his ears were the only sign he’d heard what you said.

You weren’t sure what his deal was – you’d never seen him hook up, not with anyone on the crew and not with anyone on islands the crew landed at. Sure he’d go into strip clubs or make out with random people at the bar from time to time but not once had you seen him spend the night off ship. Or seen a one-night stand stumble from his cabin.

It was puzzling.

A devilishly handsome, well-toned man like him had women and men swooning over him, flirting and spoiling him with compliments, drinks, and food to gain his favor. Kid didn’t always accept the tokens and he almost never accepted them from you. Food and drinks yes but flirting? Almost like it went over his spiked hair; a blush, smirk or scowl the only response he gave you.

It made you…desperate.

Was he really that disinterested or was there something else?

Someone else?

So you did what any rational person could do – you got Killer drunk and tried to weasel out information. But the son of a bitch was like a sealed vault, refused to give up anything about his best friend. And he teased you for it.

“D-you like him or something?” the blonde finally asked.

“I—” you stuttered, “I’m just wondering why! Does he not like sex or?”

Killer didn’t answer right away, swirling his cup before taking a contemplative sip from his straw. “It’s not that, so much as…” he took another sip, “He prioritizes his ambitions and dreams. That’s all.”

“What does that have to do with fucking?”

“Absolutely nothing. He just hasn’t.”

“…Hasn’t? As in had sex?”

Killer shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. That stunned you into silence.

“Really? A guy like him??”

“If you’re so interested in finding out – you should ask him yourself.”

“I’ve tried! I flirt with him, wear revealing clothes, he usually ignores me!”

Killer began coughing, putting his drink aside as he shuddered between suppressing laughter and trying to breathe.

“F-ff-ff- ahh no he doesn’t. He just pretends to.”

“WHAT?!”

“He’s not an idiot, he knows what you’re doing. But he won’t do anything about it since you’re his responsibility; unless you were to, well, be aggressively transparent.” With that, Killer left you alone in the galley.

Transparency.

And Kid’s known the whole damn time and not even acknowledged it. That was frustrating. So much so you decided to try again the next day and be as blunt as possible.

You knew his schedule by heart, you skipped breakfast to hide in his workshop. Wearing a short skirt and oversized sweater, you took a pair of scissors and got creative. Carefully snipping away at the fabric, you cut away at your outfit to expose your bra and panties, not quite getting naked, enough to be as blunt as possible about your intentions.

The sound of thudding boots growing closer suddenly made you nervous but you swallowed your anxiety and snipped the strap of your bra before tossing the scissors and turned away from the door.

“The hell are you doing in here? Why weren’t you at breakfast?" stunned to find you in his sanctuary, a place he expressly forbade anyone from.

You turned your head to the side with a pout on your face, “Didn’t want to eat. I want something else.”

Slamming the door shut, Kid removed his coat and threw it on the table before roughly grabbing your shoulder to face him. His face turned bright red as his golden eyes traveled up and down your body. Studying the way the slit up your skirt gave him a view of your panties, the way your breast threatened to spill over the edge of the cup of the destroyed bra.

You heard his breath sharply release from his lips, “What the…the fuck happened to you?”

You narrowed your eyes, “You did. This is what you’ve driven me to.”

He backed away from you with shock and surprise on his face, “I did what?!”

“I want to fuck you,” you walked towards him, hips, thighs, and breasts jiggling with each step, “I’ve tried flirting with you, dropped hints, given you a share of my loot, and literally hand fed you and you’ve NEVER reciprocated in any manner. So, is it me? Do you find me atrocious? Unfuckable?” your voice became gravelly from the internalized resentment and embarrassment you felt from the efforts you’d put in all this time. “Please, tell me. It’s killing me. If you don’t want me, I’ll stop. But just say something. Am I making a fool of myself for wanting you?”

Kid’s back hit the door, eyes wide as he listened to your rant, “I-wha-no! It’s not you, it’s…”

You stopped a few feet from him, so desperate to hear his answer. You could see the bulge outline in his pants.

“FUCK!” he snarled, smacking his own face to cover his flushed expression, fingers digging into his skin until deep red crescents marked him. “I’ve never had sex!” he finally confessed.

“Really?” you asked, not at all expecting that response. “But…why not? You’re hot as fuck!”

“I JUST HAVEN’T OKAY?!” he lashed out, making you step back from him, a little intimidated by his embarrassed rage. “I’ve got more important shit to do than fuck around and spawn a bunch of bastards,” he spat through grit teeth.

“…Condoms exist…”

“I KNOW THAT!”

Your hip clipped the table’s edge and you stumbled backwards. Before you fell, Kid grabbed your arm and pulled you up, in doing so you fell right into his bare chest. You could feel the goosebumps ripple across both your bodies from the touch but he didn’t move away.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, a bit ashamed from the confrontation, “I just needed to know if you found me attractive, at all. I’ll leave you alone.”

Still holding on to you he barked out, “Have you fucking seen yourself? Who wouldn’t be into you?!”

“Well, you? Considering you keep blowing me off,” you mumbled.

That made him laugh, “REALLY? Shit and here I thought I was being a decent Captain by not sleeping with my subordinates.”

“Really? You parroted in shock, that was surprisingly mature and unexpected. “But I’ve never seen you fuck around with anyone so I just thought—”

“Does this seem like I’m not interested?” he huffed, using his metal arm to grab your waist and pull you into him. Felt his erection against your lower belly. “Fuck me for trynna do the right thing.”

He made you walk backwards, still pressing his body into yours, “I get hard every day just looking at you. When you say cheeky shit, I have to come here and jerk off so I can fucking think clearly. You’re my biggest distraction but—” his hand ghosted up your arm to caress your cheek with surprising gentleness, “—I’ve never not been attracted to you.”

“Oh,” you hummed, still as stone to preserve the moment.

With a click of his tongue, Kid grabbed your chin and planted a wet kiss on you.

Your eyes were crossed from the feeling, lost in a haze as you felt him swing your body around until you were pushed back on top of his coat. The withdrawal of his touch brought you to reality, mouth gaping as he stood in front of you but did not initiate further contact.

“Show me what you like,” he rasped out. “Touch yourself. Teach me what to do.”

[mandiemegatron]

I want to get to know you a little better - purely optional, don't feel pressured to answer, but if you're up for it pick one or two things and give me the goods:

🦦 Favorite show/manga right now (bonus fave character in it) 🦦 Gush about your OC(s) or someone else's OC(s) 🦦 Give me a fic rec (or three) of something older you enjoyed. (at least 6months-1year older than today, but if something from like 5 weeks ago changed your DNA, that's cool too =3 ) 🦦 Share some art - yours, theirs (link included so I can show some love!), a professional piece that just really got to you, whatever <3

Please accept this hug, and my hope that your day improves, whether you're up to answering any of these or not. ^_^

Quin my lovely, wonderful friend !! 🥺🥺💖 this is so so sweet of you to ask, it's an absolute delight to see you in my askbox 🤭🤭 thank you so much for taking some time to send this to me, I'd love to share some fun things with you !! I answered them all because why not !!

Everything under the cut to keep it short for my desktop users 💖

1 ; favourite show right now, I've got a few in my "watch every year" roster !!

• ReBoot (90s cartoon from my childhood, the visuals are dated but nostalgic as hell to me. 11/10 recommend.)

• Transformers: Prime (10/10 recommend)

• One Piece (re-watching from Dressrosa, god it's so good. 11/10 recommend.)

2 ; OUGHH, okay, so thanks to a near 5 hour long tangent with my lovely Rye ( @laidenbreecatchall ) , I've worked out some kinks with my self-insert and I'm slowly working on some backstory and power type things that hopefully will be posted about sometime this year. I'm planning on giving her a reboot as well, physically. We're going to have two main versions - Kid Pirate and Heart Pirate. 🤭🤭🤭

3 ; A few fic recs, ough I could recommend so many from my amazing mutuals, but these three I've been thinking about non-stop the past while.

• This Killer piece from @fanaticsnail , I love Killer so much it's not even funny, this man had taken over my frontal lobe like a parasite, and i am NOT complaining at all !! >:)

• Funny enough, also one from you - All your Marco writings fill me with an ache and a longing for this man every single time you post about him, but this one ?? Ohhhhh my lanta. He can have me, any time, any day, any where.

• now, this piece from @thus-spoke-lo has rattled around my little noggin since she posted it. Everything Lo writes is just 💋🤌 chefs' kiss, but this one ?? 👀 woof. An entire meal. Ace has also been running around my frontal lobe a lot lately… he knows he can get it. He doesn't even have to ask. He just gives me those big ol eyes of his, and im already melting, in more ways than one 🤭🤭

HONOURABLE MENTION ; for my bestie Cin ( @sheerxfiction ) who wrote this absolutely gushy, soft, sweet and yearn-y Shachi piece bc at the end of the day, Shachi is always going to be my lova 🥺🥺🥺 oughhh I gotta go reread this !!! *runs off*

4 ; ohhh god, okay, i don't think ive shown anyone this yet other than Rye (as far as I remember), I did this last year and never got around to finishing it but this was one I did of my self-insert (in her Heart Pirate era, clearly 😂😂) i am NOT an artist, I am a writer but I know I won't get better as a artist if I don't keep drawing so 😣😣 here you gooo

Again, lots of changes to be made - i don't know if I want to keep the split dye, i think I want to keep the tie-dye boiler suit but... we will see !! Her weapon is gunna stay the same, took inspiration from The Walking Dead (Neegan was such an interesting villan), also I can't draw baseball bats, but I tried. Did i pull it from my memory instead of looking up a picture ? I sure did. We're not gunna talk about it 😂😂😂

Giving you the biggest, warmest hug I could ever give, thank you again so so much for sending this ask 🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 i hope YOU have had an absolutely wonderful day, and thank you for your patience on letting me answer this, it's ah, been a rough time lately and this just made me light up like a kid in a candy store (or Kid in a workshop 😂😂) I'm so blessed to have such kind and warm friends 🥺🥺💖💖

Stay healthy and stay safe, my lovely. Thank you, thank you, thank you 💖💖💖

[gojo-mochi]

Softy please - I am drowning in Marco content and I need more. 🌟 please have this star and lemme smooch Marco under the toads of missiles ❤️

He/they, but just have fun with it ^_^ (and I hope you had or are having a delightful holiday )

Happy Holidays!!!!! (marco is still kidna hard for me to write wahh! hope you enjoy another serving of Marco today Quin~ <3)

You and Marco made it a game to see who could catch who first under the mistletoe. Sneaking around corners, avoiding any doorways in the Moby Dick that already have mistletoes on them. You kept a handful of mistletoes in your back pocket, ready to attack at a moment's notice. The other crewmates made some bets on who would win; it was split down the middle, as you and Marco were both fierce in your own rights. You eyed some crewmates warily, though, unsure if Marco had roped them into helping him win this little game.

Speaking of Marco, you haven’t seen hair nor feather of him all day. Making you even more on edge that he could be hiding somewhere, ready for a surprise attack. You decided to make your way to the deck, out in the open sea air. The ship was decorated with plenty of lights and decorations, and some of you even managed to get Pops to dress up like Santa. A Santa who was currently getting wasted on eggnog. The sight made you relax your guard a bit, which was the perfect time for Marco to attack. Attack from above, to be precise; the glow from his blue phoenix form blended in perfectly with the various Christmas-themed lights. 

So you didn’t have a chance of noticing until a mistletoe was placed right on top of your nose. Bumping into your face softly as Marco was hovering right above you, Mistletoe attached to his taloned feet with a string. 

“Caught you, yoi.” He smirks down at you, this time intentionally bumping the Mistletoe into you now. You shake a finger at him. “You’re cheating; you’re using your devil fruit powers!” Marco shrugs. “I don’t remember there being a rule against it, yoi.” The lazy smirk still present on his face as he turns upside down, his face now replacing the earlier Mistletoe, bumping his nose on yours. “I still get my prize for winning now, right?” 

You look at his upside-down face and roll your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute, but next year? No using devil fruits.” You gently cup his cheek and lean in for a smooch, which he happily accepted. After the quick kiss, Marco did a small spin and landed upright for a quick second on the ground before scooping you up in his arms. Flying up above the Moby Dick with you in his arms, the ship shone brightly in the endless sea. Like a shining star in the night sky.

Marco rubs his nose against yours, resting his forehead on you as he looks into your eyes. The glow from the flaming feathers and the lights from below twinkle in both of your eyes. His voice is a low, gentle whisper as he leans in for a second kiss.

“Merry Christmas, my love."

[diminuel]

I love your art - the style, the colors \o/

I love your characterizations and writing! the compositions and dialog, the expressions! \lol/

I love how you interact with people, and your AUs, and all the things and just -- !!

I just wanted to tell you that you're awesome and so talented and like super cool and I just always love seeing your stuff on my dash. Makes my day better every time ^_^

;w; Thank you!!

[killercooksblog]

Kid's been digging around the dangers of the Old Social Medias - aka Tumblr - and finds people who are fans of the Tik Tok Channel talking about Kill.

And this is the screen grab he shows him:

this went from awwww to drink some water you thirsty betch real quick