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Op boys reaction after their s/o gives them a kiss on the neck

Warning:neck kissing

Feat:Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law, Kid, Killer

Luffy

—He would probably be surprised and confused after that sudden kiss. "What was that for?" He said scratching the back of his head. You just smile before walking away. "Do you want me to do the same?"

Sanji

—He will be screaming his heart out. "I-i can't take this anymore!" He said before collapsing on the floor. Nose bleeding. After this you'll need chopper.

Zoro

—"What the" he said, raising an eyebrow. He then gently touch the part of his neck that you kissed. "Are you trying to seduce me?" He then suddenly pull you closer to him. "And right now, I guess i wanted to do the same thing to you"

Law

—"ah—" he was looking at you, eyes wide open, his face was red as tomatoes. "Law?" You tap his cheeks and to your surprised he didn't respond. "BEPO!!!" you immediately run outside to call out for help.

Kid

—"oh, baby" he said pulling you by the waist, resting his head over your shoulder. "Your making me wild" he said, he slowly look up to you and his eyes is...full of.. lust. "Can I do the same thing?"

Killer

—"oh, y/n" he said. Killer gently cares your face. "Your making me excited" he then lift you up like a dead body over his shoulder. "Wait! Killer!!" He immediately brings you back to his room. Sadly he won't let you go.

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@kazenomegaminowanpisu I'm sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it! Thank you so much for this request. As someone who loves Sanji and is also very passionate about cooking/baking, this was suuuuper self indulgent and I loved writing it!

Sweet Tastes and Gentle Touches

Sanji x Fem!Reader

2.3k words

The sweet embrace of a good night’s rest is something that often evaded Sanji for one reason or another. Whether it be nightmares or the simple fact that sleeping in the same room as a bunch of other men was hardly peaceful, he knew he didn’t get anywhere near enough sleep to be healthy.

Zeff and the other cooks on the Baratie got on his ass regularly when he was caught having late night smoke breaks when he should have been sleeping. Here though, he usually didn’t have to worry about being lectured by anyone. Everyone else was either sleeping or was also up when they shouldn’t be so they had no room to judge. 

Currently, he was having another one of those sleepless nights. It was too early to be getting a head start on breakfast, so his only plan for the time being was to smoke outside until it was closer to that time.

At least that was the plan, but then he saw light coming from the kitchen. His teeth ground together in frustration. That damned bottomless pit of a captain is at it again! He could’ve sworn Luffy was still asleep when he left the room, when did he get into the kitchen?! He stuffed his pack of cigarettes back into his pocket and stormed into the invaded kitchen to save the crew from Luffy inhaling a week’s worth of food in two minutes. 

He busts open the door, “How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of here outside of mealtimes?!” Sanji’s voice became louder with each word, punctuated by the door slamming into the wall from the force that he kicked it with.

What he had expected to see was Luffy attempting to break the locks on the fridge and pantry. 

What he actually saw was his dear, sweet, beloved (y/n) looking back at him with a startled expression. One of the cabinets was open and you were in the middle of pulling down the kettle.

Sanji’s heart stopped and horror from his actions clawed at his throat. He had just yelled at the love of his life like an actual monster. 

You appeared to be as confused as you were surprised and began putting the kettle back where it came from, “I-I’m sorry, I guess I must have forgotten.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no! I didn’t mean that! I mean- I did but I thought you were Luffy! NOT that I think you look like him, you don’t, but he’s usually the one sneaking into the kitchen at night!” Sanji all but ran at you and snatched the kettle from your hands as he spoke a mile a minute. “Sit down! I’ll make some tea for you! Just relax!”

Sanji wanted to throw himself overboard for his transgression against you, and the only thing keeping him from doing so was the stronger urge to pamper you after having the audacity to raise his voice like that.

The situation seemed to have clicked in your mind, and like the angel you were, you simply giggled at the misunderstanding. In his humble opinion, he felt like he deserved to be punted into the sea and screamed at, but you just laughed it off. 

He didn’t deserve you. Which is why he’s kept his feelings close to the chest. As close to his chest as someone like him could, at least. Naturally, he was powerless to the need to fawn over you as much as every other lady that crossed paths with him, but he did nothing to let you know that it was more than the kind of fawning everyone else received. 

“You don’t need to do all that, Sanji, I can do it,” your hand rested on his shoulder, making his breath catch in his throat. You smiled warmly at him, “Did I wake you up? I’m awfully sorry if I did, I thought I was being quiet.”

“No! I was already awake, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you could never do anything wrong in his book. Using the hand not holding the kettle, he placed it on the small of your back and guided you to the table, “Please allow me do this for you, I insist.”

Much to his delight, you did take a seat. You positioned the chair so that you could watch him as he zipped around the kitchen to gather everything he needed to make your tea. There was no need to ask what you wanted, he already had it memorized. 

Glancing over his shoulder, he caught you staring at him in what he believed to be amusement. You made eye contact briefly before he snapped back to what he was doing with his face feeling hot. He cleared his throat, “What are you doing awake at this hour, (y/n)-chan? Is there something bothering you?”

“Oh no, nothing’s wrong, I just woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. Usually I do some late night baking when this happens, but since everything else was locked up I settled for tea,” you explained casually, chin resting on your fist.

Sanji froze and a giddy feeling bubbled up from within him. Who was he to pass up the golden opportunity that he was currently being presented with. After doing what he could to school his expression so he didn’t look completely desperate, he turned to face you, “Do you still want to bake something? I would love to join you if you’d be so gracious.” 

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to at least try to get some sleep before breakfast?”

Ever the sweetheart, you were kind enough to be concerned for his well being. Everything was fine though, just being able to spend time with you would energize him more than a full night's rest. Sanji grinned, “Of course I’m sure, there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing right now.” He fully meant that.

“Alright, who am I to deny the help of such a talented cook?” You stood up from the chair and breezed past him to wash your hands at the kitchen sink. 

Sanji is pretty sure his heart just burst from the compliment, that was the only explanation for how hot his chest felt. It’s not like what you were doing here was anything new, you two work together in the kitchen all the time.

The first time you’d offered your help, he’d assumed it was just to be polite and nothing more. He tried to tell you that you didn’t need to put yourself out like that, but when you insisted that you actually really enjoyed cooking he caved.

He tried to tell himself that the butterflies in his stomach were nothing unusual. This was just because he was happy to be around someone else who had a passion for culinary arts again. That was it. Definitely. 

Oh, who was he kidding? Sanji was head over heels for you by the end of your first cooking session together. How could he not be? You two worked so well together, it was like he’d found his other half. His soulmate, if such a thing existed.

Not that he was doing anything about it. He felt like you deserved better than him, and he wasn’t going to give you a chance to make that decision for yourself. 

Sanji was torn from his thoughts by your hand waving in front of his face. He reeled back in surprise and you giggled, “Are you sure you aren’t too tired?” Shit, had you been calling his name and he hadn’t heard you?

“Positive!” His voice cracked, and he wanted to throw himself out the window because of it. Mercifully, you didn’t comment on the embarrassment and only quirked a brow at him. Sanji cleared his throat, “I’m wide awake, I promise. What did you want to bake?”

“We bought some strawberries at the island yesterday, right? Could we make a strawberry shortcake?” You looked at him hopefully, waiting for his answer.

“Of course, anything for you, (y/n)-chan!” Sanji slipped around you and fished the keys for the fridge and pantry out of his pocket. Behind him, he could hear you digging out the required utensils for the cake.

Not even that marimo could wipe the smile off Sanji’s face right now, he’s sure of it. He couldn’t help but notice that both of you were still clad in your sleepwear. His consisted of sweatpants and a tank top. You were wearing a beautiful nightgown in your favorite color with a silk robe over it, both of which were gifted to you by himself. He knew it would flatter your form and was thanking the gods for being able to bear witness to this sight to confirm it.

His imagination was running wild from this imagery, though. It’s almost like you’re married and this is a late night baking session in your own private home.

Sanji violently shook his head. This train of thought was going places that it absolutely shouldn’t be!

The necessary ingredients were placed on the counter and he risked a glance in your direction. You were currently pulling on an apron over your head and tying it behind your back with a practiced ease. 

Considering how flustered he was from his earlier thoughts, he kept his words to you concise and to the point. He didn’t trust himself not to say something stupid if he started rambling, so once you two decided who was doing what, you fell into a comfortable silence.

Sanji had taken it upon himself to beat the egg whites and sugar into a meringue while you mixed together the rest of the wet ingredients. Quiet humming fills the kitchen, an endearing trait of yours that he felt blessed to have become so familiar with. Tonight’s tune was a melody he didn’t recognize. Whether it was a song from your past or something you made up on the spot was beyond him, but he didn’t care, he simply enjoyed it.

After finishing the meringue, he divided it up. Half into your mixture, while the other half remained in his bowl to be combined with the dry ingredients and oil. Sanji let you take care of bringing the batter together while he prepped the cake pan.

The cake was in the oven not long after that, leaving the two of you to prep the whipped cream frosting and strawberries while you wait. In the time it took Sanji to whip the frosting into shape, you had finished cutting the strawberries that go in between layers. You eyed the remaining ones, debating what to do with them.

“Do you know how to cut them into roses?” Sanji crept behind you, eagerly awaiting your answer.

“Nope, can’t say I do.” You looked at him over your shoulder with a smile, “I don’t suppose you’d want to show me, would you?”

Ah, so you knew where he was going with that. If he had a bit more shame, he’d be embarrassed at how predictable he was. Luckily for him in this moment, he didn’t. He swallowed an imaginary lump in his throat and went for it.

“I would love to,” he answered quickly. Closing the already small gap between you, he was pressed up against your back. His arms went around you, with his hands resting over your own to guide you.

This was a bold move, he’d admit it (to himself only), but it was worth the risk. It wasn’t every day that he got to be so close to you, so he was taking in and treasuring every aspect of it. From being able to feel your softness first hand to his senses being flooded with the smell of your shampoo, all of it was intoxicating. If not a little nose-bleed inducing, but that was neither here nor there.

Oh wait, the strawberries.

He positioned your hand to lightly cut at the sides of the fruit, “It’s simple, really, I know you’ll pick it up quickly. All you do is make a thin slice and gently peel it back. Then you rotate and repeat this until you’ve run out of room and go up.” Sanji kept guiding your hand for the entire strawberry, even though he knew you were skilled enough to have picked it up after the first or second example.

Fortunately, you indulged him and patiently waited for his hands to retreat on their own before trying it for yourself. As expected, the next one came out perfectly. You admired your handiwork before holding it up to Sanji, “What do you think, did I do this right?” 

You really didn’t need to ask. It was clear for anyone to see that you had nailed it, and he was sure that you knew that. Yet you’d asked for his opinion anyways. He was going to wax poetic about how this was the most expertly crafted strawberry rose he’d ever seen, but was distracted when he picked up on how hard you were staring at him. Suddenly feeling self conscious, he asked you what was wrong.

Rather than answer, you reach out to him with your empty hand and use your thumb to wipe some frosting off his chin. Then, nonchalantly, you brought the same thumb to your mouth to sample the errant bit of frosting. You hummed and nodded, “This frosting is great, though it looks like you may have been stirring a little too vigorously over there.” You lightly elbowed his side as you teased him.

Sanji hit the ground like a sack of potatoes, blood gushing out of his nose like a faucet on full blast. You were going to be the death of him, and he meant that in the best way possible. 

If he died by your sweet touch, then he would go out a happy man.

[cyborgdumptruck]

A bunch of requests from discord. Also a bit of crossover with overwatch. 

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Sleepless Domain Secret Agents Riley and Ramona Lean by the awesome and creative @kazenomegaminowanpisu!

As for their official outfits and weaponry:

Riley: Blue dress with white fluffiness around the sleeves (sleeves go down to appx halfway her upper arm), collar, and edge of the skirt (appx knee-length), blue stockings, white ballet shoes. Carries a light blue shield and a white sword. Sword can produce rapid winds that cut through enemies, even from a distance, and shield-bashing can throw enemies into the air and away, though it's more reckless as it requires getting close TO the enemies to begin with

Ramona: Hair up in a bun with a black clip keeping it in place, dark blue dress in the same basic design as Riley's minus the fluffiness, with "tentacles" of black reaching up from the skirt to the collar, dark blue stockings, black sneakers, black gauntlets. Gauntlets deliver bursts of dark magic, which envelope and crush enemies with tentacles, though it may take multiple hits to crush an enemy completely - a good blow to the head usually works, but so does incapacitating it for Riley to finish off

Fraternal twins, they both had their Dreams the same night. While clearly not thematic with each other, their costumes are similar enough that they decided they were "meant" to team up, even though they would have anyways.

I figure Ramona's gauntlets work similarly to HP's punches, able to work from a distance but good for direct hits as well

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Drunken Love

Summary: Ace, Thatch, and Jozu birdnapped Marco to drink with them. Poor Hanna have to deal with the drunken consequences.

Sitting on the couch were Marco and his wife, Hanna. They were currently spending quality time together by watching cheesy romantic movies from the 90s. The blond husband was lying down on the sofa while his beloved wife was on top of him, their gazes fixed on the screen before them.

Hanna went to grab some more popcorn but discovered there was none left. "Aw, shucks! We ran out of snacks!" She pouted, fidgeting with the empty bowl. She sighed sadly.

Marco chuckled before grabbing the bowl from her hand, kissing her head as he slowly sat up. "I'll go make some more-yoi." He went to get up, letting Hanna sit by herself. "Don't miss me too much, love."

"I won't!" The black-haired wife was too engrossed with the movie to look at the blond going to the kitchen.

Getting a bag of uncooked popcorn, Marco proceeded to put it in the microwave and watched as it crackled in the heat. Too mesmerized by the scene, he failed to notice an unknown presence in the kitchen with him.

*Ding!*

"Okay, it's cooked now-yoi." He pulled the popcorn bag out of the microwave and was about to put it in the bowl just to be grabbed from behind. "MHMPH-!" He struggled from their hold, his mouth covered by their hand.

"Yosh! We got the pineapple man! I repeat, we got the pineapple man!"

'Thatch??' Marco's eyes widened, recognizing one of his sworn brothers.

"Let's get out of here, Thatch!"

'And Jozu??!' The blond tried to get out of the bulky man's grasp but failed due to the strong hold on him.

"Okay, Jozu! Let's go! Ace is probably outside with his car!" Hastily, Thatch and Jozu went out of the house through the backdoor, the poor pineapple man in their grasp.

'What the fuck is going on?!' Marco thought as he and his 3 idiot brothers drove away from his property.

'I hope Hanna won't get too mad at me-yoi.'

........

"4 large mugs of booze, please! The strongest kind you've got!" Thatch told the bartender before sitting down beside his best buds. "It's been a long time since we've got together, huh?"

"Yep. You got that right." Ace chuckled, eating the food that he ordered earlier. "Mr. Pineapple Husband here is too busy with his married life to drink with us! What's up with that?!" He pouted. Marco huffed.

"Well, Mr. Narcoleptic Dunce, it's a husband's role to tend to his beloved wife-yoi." He hissed irritatedly. "Still can't believe you idiots kidnapped me just like that! Hanna would get worried!"

"I already told her and she said okay," Jozu said. "She just told me to get you home if you got too drunk."

The blond husband huffed, watching as the bartender put their ordered drinks before them. "Since when did I get drunk-yoi?"

The three exchanged knowing grins as Thatch cackled evilly. "Since now."

........

And just like magic, Marco did get wasted. Awfully wasted.

He wasn't exactly sure when their little get-together started or how it ended because he was too drunk to be aware of the fact that he was back at his house. Not until his cheeks were pinched angrily by a certain woman.

"Fushichō Marco! How did you get so drunk?!" Hanna scolded, continuing to pinch him. "You never get drunk before!"

"Sowwy," Marco whined, surprising his bewildered wife. "Didn't mean to!" He pouted.

Hanna blushed, looking up at her drunk husband acting like a kid scolded by his mother. To think the usually mature man would be reduced to this! "Oh my gosh, you really are drunk Marco!" She exclaimed, taking in his state.

Marco rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, averting his gaze away from his beloved wife. "Mhm. Sowwy-yoi." He hic-ed, slurring his words.

Hanna let out a sigh, pulling the blond's hand, tugging him to walk with her. "Come on, love. Let's sleep."

As the ever-obedient husband he was, Marco trailed after her, drunkenly stumbling on his feet. His wife held tight onto him, afraid that the blond might fall on his face.

After a while, they arrived at their bedroom. Hanna instructed Marco to stand still as she handed him his pajamas, helping him to change with them. Some struggling and drunk giggling later, the couple finally settled under the bed's covers.

The blond snuggled against his beloved, smiling. "Nighty-night, darling." Marco kissed her forehead lovingly. "Love you, Hannah."

"Love you too, sweetheart." Hanna smiled softly, hugging her husband tightly.

Some minutes later, Marco turned to lay on his side, facing his wife. "Hey~ You awake-yoi?" Annoyed, the black-haired woman opened her eyes, looking at her husband in confusion.

"Yeah. What do you need, Marco?" The said blond giggled, looking at her excitedly.

"Did you know that I have an amazing wife? She's gorgeous too-yoi!"

'He's still drunk, huh? The dork.' Hanna rolled her eyes at him, her mouth curling up in amusement. "Oh yeah? What does she look like?"

Marco smiled, his blue eyes sparkling at the thought of his beloved. "Well, she has this smooth and silky black hair that I always love to weave my fingers with! And a pair of amazing onyx eyes that sparkles like the stars! Her skin was soft and smooth to the touch too! And her smile? God, I love her dazzling smile-yoi!" He sighed dreamily, failing to notice how red Hanna's face got. He then fell asleep after that, snoring softly.

'God. This man.' Hanna smiled, kissing her blond husband softly on his temple before falling asleep after him.

........

When Marco woke up the next morning, he found himself alone in bed. Sitting upright, he scanned his surroundings, only to find the room empty save for him. The clock read 6:47 am and he immediately groaned loudly, flopping backward and covering his eyes with his arm. 'Fuck this hangover.' He groaned.

"Rise and shine, my dear husband!" Hanna appeared in the room with a glass of water and a pill of Ibuprofen.

"Ugh... Thanks, sweetheart." Marco grabbed the things from her hand and ate the pill before gulping down the water. After that, he looked at the black-haired woman who was grinning mischievously at him.

"What's with that look-yoi?"

Giggling, Hanna smirked. "Let me tell you what happened last night..."

Marco listened to his wife recount the events that took place last night, his pale face reddening intensely from each embarrassing action he did.

'Note to self: Beat those idiots' asses later.' Marco groaned, flopping back down on the bed, face burning as Hanna continued to tease him.

'Yeah, I'll beat them later-yoi.'

A trade with @kazenomegaminowanpisu ! Hope you like this, sis! ;)

[helpimhyperfixating]

Happy birthday 🎉🎉🎁

Happy birthday to you~~~

Happy birthday to you~~~

Happy birthday dear @helpimhyperfixating~~

Happy birthday to you~~~~

Sending lots of hugs💕🎉🎁

Marco and I are sending lots of gifts for you🎁🎉💕💕💕💕

Thank you so so much!! ❤️💖❤️❤️

[psychfam]

The longest animation that I ever did or well that I actually tried to finish. I don’t know why but a few frames glitch out so it can be that it stocks a bit. (And yeah background is hard to draw 🥲😂)

The OC Hanna from kazenomegaminowanpisu running towards Marco the phoenix.

I hope that you like it ;)

[moomoomooing]

Congratulations💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 hope you get more followers in the future. Congratulations again💕(I'm really happy for you)

thank you so much!!!! <3333

[iingeniums]

Love your oc For MHA💕💕💕

This is such a nice thing to wake up to on my birthday thank you so much 🥰

[owlight]

Hun, just ignore those baka anonymous.

Your a good writer. I've read so much of your works. And I've had those ask too before. Saying that my English is bad. I don't care. I didn't listen to them. Cause when I keep going on writing it means that I'm winning against them.

Please cheer up. And I'll be here to support your works🧡🧡

Thank you so much 🥹😭💖 ur so sweet and kind to say this , I'm honored that you think so! Ur right ,also ur work is great ,haters gonna hate 🤌💔💔 I wish some ppl just 🧍 kept Thier opinion to themselves sometimes cuz it do kinda sting when it comes in a bad timing ngl

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| # NICO ROBIN HEADCANONS ⟢

Want my Nico Robin Spotify playlist? Here you are, my little stars! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4qNuBLMnk6sQezE34SFSjt?si=jffYQ3IKSji9zOOQ9FnRZg&pi=u-Y9_SsOHjSnmb @kazenomegaminowanpisu

Robin keeps a chart of all the books she’s read and haven’t in her Library. Like a stash of notes.

She also keeps charts for all of the crew member’s reading. So she doesn’t give them a book that they’ve already read. She’s in charge of the library so they ask her for books.

She likes to read to keep her mind off of the past. She also gets sorta bored easily which is why the crew has board games. She mainly plays with Chopper and Usopp though.

She kinda looks after Nami’s fashion taste and creates something out of it to call her own. She never had the time to care about what she wore, so when she met Nami, she knew that she could ask what clothes would look good on her.

She teaches the crew how to pronounce certain stuff. Mainly Nami and Luffy.

I feel like she likes to wear a cowboys’ jar because it symbolizes free terrain. She can go wherever she wants, regardless of her high bounty.

She didn’t really know how to control her devil fruit power when she first ate it. So she always accidentally caused trouble for others’ which made them resent her more. So she stopped trying to use it, and stayed away from most people to prevent to cause more trouble. It wasn’t until she was fully alone that she mastered the basics of her power.

She didn’t feel fully comfortable about having a bounty after Enies Lobby. She decided to should throw away all the fears she had and embrace what comes next with confidence.

She taught herself how to read since she was three. When her mother left, she was interested in the finer book shelf her mother had. She picked up a few books and tried reading it until she could get sentences through and understand them. Then she went to the archeologists in inspiration from her mother and intrigue from her own.

She naturally knows how to sail a boat due to her surviving alone 20 years. Mostly through reading it through books and oars.

Her favorite colors are purple and blue. Purple because it’s more of the more laid-back colors, and it doesn’t bring much attention to itself. Blue, because it reminds her of her mothers eyes, like her own.

She doesn’t like to eat much food. She’s so used to tending for hereof and being on guard 24/7 she doesn’t know how to react with a bunch of affection towards her. Which is why she mostly dismisses it.

She loved children. She wants to protect them as if they’re her own. She can’t take children suffering.

She’s touch-starved. She hasn’t felt any physical affection ever since her mother died. Although, she hates to be too be affectionately. She doesn’t like to feel vulnerable like that, or any way. She hates the feeling of weakness and her not to be able to do anything.

She’s claustrophobic. She feels trapped in tight spaces, as if she couldn’t do anything for self. Like she’s unable to free herself; trapped. She starts to panic when she’s in tight spaces.

She feels most comfortable around Chopper and Nami. Like she can tell them anything. She doesn’t like to seem weak in front of them, like she’s supposed to protect them. ‘Cause she’s older, more experienced, she wants to keep them from what she had to suffer through. She see’s Nami like a little sister and Chopper like a son.

She has slight romantic feelings for Franky. Since they’re most similar to each other. They’re the oldest other than Brook too. She also likes that he’s independent and knows his ground.

She doesn’t like to be separated from the straw hats. She doesn’t want to lose them, she feels too attached to them. In good ways, of course. So she wants to protect them whilst they’re giving her the accompany and support that she’s been needing ever since she was eight. She feels like she needs to either lay down her life to repay them or keep thing safe no matter what. Especially the weaker ones, and, of course, Luffy.

She has a soft spot of naiveness. Since she knows so much, it’s hard for her to not smile amongst the people who’re not as knowledgeable as her. It gives her a sense of mothership.

She prefers power naps over actual sleep. She hates to be unaware of things for too long. She wants to keep herself and her friends from danger, so she’s always awake or fake-sleeping. (Now I know some of it came from her past and her constantly being backstabbed by others’ so she kinda lost the ability to sleep peacefully. Before Enies Lobby ofc. She still feels that way though.)

Before Enies Lobby, she didn’t like to wear anything too revealing. She didn’t like showing too much skin like Nami did. She wasn’t self-confident like that, but she wouldn’t oppose it if she had to. Like in Skypiea. In situations like that, she would choose things that would be easier to wear in the climates. With help of Nami she would pack a new shirt or pair of pants just in case.

She loves showering. It makes her feel the warmth she needs. It also makes her feel clean from the bad stuff that happened to her. She tries not to take long showers either, but when she came back from Enies Lobby she unintentionally took a very long one. Nobody said anything about it, though. She apologized after, no one accepted it, and said she deserved it. (Now I wanna write that out! 😂)

She likes hugs. She may not say anything about it, but when both Nami and Chopper hugged her in Enies Lobby, she was token back, but overwhelmed with happiness.

She’s not a daydreamer, but she loves to imagine. Especially related to books. New scenarios to add in the story or add-ons from the scenes itself.

She’s a good writer too. She vocabulary is the best within the straw hats. She doesn’t usually write much though. Not really a thing that crosses her mind much.

If the straw hats would write letter, it’d either be Nami, Franky, Brook, or her to write them out.

She sometimes write to her mother. In her diary, of course. About all the adventures she had, the friends she made, and it’ll start and end with “dear mother, love, your daughter, Nico Robin.”

She takes pictures of the islands their on. She studies the island’s history through it.

She likes acting because she doesn’t feel pressured to act anymore. You can tell how naturally it comes to her because she had to survive for the past 20 years acting and facading for others. It only makes sense that she’s going to be great and fast to get into character. It’s second nature to her.

| # Robin appearance headcanons ⟢

She has freckles around her shoulders. Practically takes up her entire shoulder, almost making a new skin-tone.

She has body scars around her legs and upper stomach. Which is mostly why she didn’t show much of those parts in pre-timeskip. She felt slightly insecure about them, until Kaola complimented them.

She has some white hair strands. Due to the constant stress of being on the run and constantly backstabbed.

She has soft frost imprints on the backs of her ears when Aokiji freeze her over.

She’s boney. That’s it.

Her skin has a soft shade of sunburn on her face and chest. She liked to be outdoors a lot, so it was natural for her to get east sun find. (Hc her skin’s sensitive to the sun)

Eye-bags, but you can hardly tell.

Curvy cheeks and a boney nose.

Has a back scar from the time she was attacked in Dressrosa.

Sunglasses sunburns on her eyes and forehead.

A slightly bigger forehead than what we see.

Her right eye is slightly curved down from the normal position of the eye. Unnoticeable until you really pay attention.

She has marks all over the back of her feet. She constantly walked in snow and rocks barefoot, so they scarred her feet a little.

A rose blush on her knees.

Veiny hands and feet.

Big thighs.

A permanent slither of blue in her toe nails due, again to the weather. No frost-bite, but close.

A belly piercing.

Small dimple on the right side of her lower lip.

Hairy legs, but shaved every two weeks.

Sweats a lot. Soft anxieties here and there.

| # Robin beach headcanons ⟢

She and Franky go searching for seashells and small things in the sea.

Nami and Robin does each other’s sunscreen and lotions.

She builds sandcastles with Luffy and Chopper.

Her and Usopp play volleyball together with Sanji and Brook.

Her and Jimbe relax together.

She brings a book and some water guns for Luffy and Chopper.

She and Brook maybe sandmaids for Zoro and Nami.

Her and Zoro sit near the water durning the sunset and talk about their feelings.

She and Luffy play tag and role play with each other. (Mostly her sprouting her hands and eyes)

Her and Nami does each other’s accessories. (Like flowers in each other’s hair, glasses, swim suit jewelry, yes their those girls)

Her and Usopp make the water guns stronger than usual.

She uses her devil fruit’shands as shade for the boys. We all know they aren’t going to get under the umbrellas with the girls if Sanji has something to say about it.

She gives lotion and sunscreen to everyone.

She provides the snacks and drinks + Sanji’s already prepared lunch.

Wine/beer drinking with the adults. >>>>

Brook makes a playlist for her to read her book to.

Bags / big hats. >>>

Plays tik tak toe in the sand with Chopper and Franky.

Her and Nami go on beach walks.

[kazenomegaminowanpisu]

Op boys reaction when their s/o fell asleep on their lap

Warning: SFW, Fluff, Kisses

Feat: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law, Kid, Killer

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LUFFY

—"so as I was saying-" Luffy stop from talking when he noticed that you were sleeping on his lap. Luffy smile as he touch your face. "You didn't wait for me to sleep" he smile as he took of his hat and put it on you. "have a good sleep y/n" he said as he press a kiss on your nose.

SANJI

—"y/n-chan?" Sanji got curious when you suddenly didn't respond to him. He look down to see you sleeping on his lap. Sanji was having a "silent scream" moment. He was flattered and he felt so blessed that it happened. Sanji gently cares your cheeks, not trying to wake you up. "I love you y/n" he gently press a kiss on your forehead.

ZORO

—"Oi y/n" Zoro Look down to see you sleeping on his lap. Zoro got a small blush on your cheeks as he start to cares your face. "You should sleep on your room" Zoro smile as he sees your funny sleeping face. "Stop pouting" Zoro pinch your nose. "Fine sleep there I won't stop you" Zoro look around before Kissing your lips.

LAW

—"y/n-ya!" He will be annoyed cause you were laying on his lap for a while now and he was telling you to get off but you didn't respond. "I said stand u-" he stop from talking when he hear a soft snore coming from you. Law let out a sigh as he started to blush a little. "fine" he took off his coat and he cover you with it.

KID

—"you really like to lay down on my lap!" He said proudly. He stop talking for a moment when he heard a snoring sound coming from you. "Wait did you fell asleep?!" He said angrily. Kid make soft smile and then pinch your cheeks. "Your tired" he gently touch your face and he was happy. "I'll let you sleep for a moment and then when you woke up I'm going to get my reward for being your pillow"

KILLER

—"oh then what happened?" Killer look down to see you sleeping. "You were just talking earlier and now your sleeping" killer smile and cares your hair. He took off his mask and he gently picks you up and put you down on his lap so you can have a proper position. Killer wrap his arms around your body and he was smiling. "your still beautiful even tho your tired and sleeping" you let out a hum sound and it made killer smile.

[butterfluffy]

Marco leave the room and Im alone in our room. With Stefan sleeping on my side. Just chilling.

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ how nice. 🥰 who's stefan again-?

[a-hermit-pining]

Argument with Nanami Kento

Genre: angst

Pairing: Nanami x Reader

Summary: There are parts of his life that exist beyond you. Somethings that you can never be a part of. Pieces of him that will never belong to you.

AN: @kazenomegaminowanpisu I hope you like this :)))

You despise tears. Specifically, your tears. Even now the source of your tears is much less of an annoyance that their very presence. You never allow anyone to see them. Your tears are yours.

They are your burden, your weakness of bear. Kento was right as always and you knew it. You knew it all along.

There had always been an ever-present argument in your relationship with him. The argument of his time. In addition to being your boyfriend, Kento is also a sorcerer and an office worker.

There are parts of his life that exist beyond you. Somethings that you can never be a part of. Pieces of him that will never belong to you.

You wanted those pieces so badly. You wanted them for yourself, just like you gave him everything.

Initially, it had been easier to mask your displeasure with smiles, supporting Kento with messages of understanding at a canceled plan. But every passing day wore you down.

Awkward stares at an empty dinner table in the restaurant or sympathetic smiles as you walked out of a packed theatre alone. Even the sight of your own reflection as you took off the makeup after another canceled date mocked you.

Every failed meeting jeered at you. Were you the fool? Did he not want you like you wanted him?

It did not take long for your frustrations to boil into minor arguments, which later morphed into bigger ones. Arguments where both you and him tore apart every weakness, where you did everything you could to hurt him the way he hurt you.

"Does this ever matter to you, Kento?" you slam open the door to your apartment and rip off the heels that left blisters on your feet. "All you had to do was show up to this one reunion." Filling a cup with water, you turn back to him, "One evening where all my friends, my past schoolmates wanted to meet you. You couldn't do it." Gulping down the water, you close your eyes, trying to calm your temper.

You watch Kento sigh as he loosens his tie. "I tried, but something came up. I made it to greet them, didn't I?" His voice remains devoid of any emotion, which seems to flare your anger even further.

"Yeah? Should I thank you for showing up when everyone was leaving the venue?" Your mind wanders to the mocking stares of all your friends. A relationship that had once been the point of envy for all was now nothing more than a jest. The unfairness of it all tugged at your heart.

The man in question, Kento, does not even care to confront your anger. Instead, your boyfriend of half a decade plops himself on the couch. "I got caught up with a last-minute call. Couldn't make it." His words are the same old, repeating excuse that is presented to you for every grievance.

Marching toward the couch, you cross your arms, frustration bubbling within you as you confront Kento. His attention seems to be captivated by everything in the room except for you. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel the weight of your emotions pressing against your chest.

"You could have called, texted, or anything to let me know. I wouldn't have forced my friends to wait for you! Kento, do I matter even a little to you?" Your voice wavers slightly as you muster the strength to hold back your tears. You refuse to let your vulnerability show, at least not yet.

He sighs, barely bothering to look at you. It feels as though even acknowledging your presence is a task too arduous for him. The silence hangs in the air, and you can hear the distant sounds of the city outside, a stark contrast to the emotional turbulence within the room.

The distance between you feels insurmountable, and a wave of frustration washes over you. You expected more, something, anything that would indicate he cared about the impact of his actions on you. The lack of a response intensifies the ache in your chest.

"My duty will always fall above you. Saving hundreds will always come before you," his words hang in the air, a heavy proclamation that offers no solace. Instead, it pushes you deeper into the abyss of your own perceived insignificance to him. The weight of those words feels like a cold shiver running down your spine.

"We've talked of this multiple times, and it seems to me you are incapable of understanding me. Everything seems to be about you. Did you even bother to ask about my day? If I was hurt in the sudden emergency?" The edge in his voice cuts through you, each accusation slicing deeper than the last. His words cause your steps to falter. Is this truly how he sees you? A self-centered partner?

But Kento doesn't stop there. For the first time, his words flow without an end in sight. "I am tired of consoling your little tantrums. And if adjusting to my life is so hard for you, then maybe I am not what you need. Fin-"

You can't bear to hear the rest. The words feel like a dagger, and you refuse to let him plunge it any deeper. Gathering the broken pieces of your heart, you rush into the emptiness of your room—the same room you once shared with him.

Alone in the silence, it's easier to let the tears fall down your cheeks. Holding them back had been harder than ever, especially when the person you thought would always stand by you seemed ready to let you go so effortlessly.

How effortlessly he had offered to give up on everything you had wanted to fight for. Was this truly what he desired? Freedom from you? An escape from the constraints of your expectations? The questions echo in your mind, and the ache in your chest deepens as you grapple with the possibility that the person you loved may not be willing to fight for the relationship as much as you are.

Lost in a trance you pull your hair free of the straining bun. You peel off the dress that he once claimed to be his favorite on you, he had failed to notice it today.

But even as you do all this there is one single thought in your mind. One that echoes the loudest. Kento, your boyfriend did not want you anymore. You were not needed in his life. Nothing more than a hinderance in the grand scheme of things. The voices in your head were vicious.

Dressed in the comfort of your pajamas you sit on your bed. Lost in the numbness of your realization, you stare at your hands. What to do? How would you survive the void of his absence in your life.

Leaving everything behind...could there be any other life for you if not for the one by his side. Somehow you had managed to destroy whatever you built with him.

Maybe you were too controlling. Too demanding. Perhaps you were selfish. Too wanting for something that was not yours alone. How suffocating must it have been for Kento.

The weight of these questions hangs in the air. Does he despise you for it? The possibility gnaws at you. You contemplate the idea of apologizing, begging, trying to make amends, but a more profound uncertainty lingers – would he even want that?

Lost in the noise of your thoughts, you don't notice Kento entering the room until he crouches in front of you. Your gaze remains fixed on the emptiness of your palms, now filled with the silent weight of teardrops.

His hands suddenly clutch yours, breaking the reverie, and you look up in panic. This is your chance to make things right. His warm touch trails patterns on the back of your hands, offering a flicker of comfort amid the turmoil.

"Kento…" Your voice is hoarse, and you continue, determined to express the turmoil within. "I am sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have… I—please don't make me… I'll be better." Your words spill out in a desperate mess, a plea for understanding and a chance to mend what seems irreparable.

"I won't ever complain. I wi—" Your words come to a sudden halt as his finger gently rests on your lips, effectively silencing your messy monologue.

"You have every right to complain," he asserts, cupping your face and coaxing you to finally look at him. His touch wipes away the tears that linger on your cheeks.

"I was wrong. My duty as a sorcerer is important to me, but it does not come at your cost. Protecting others should never come at the cost of hurting you or dismissing you." His words carry a weight of sincerity, and for the first time, you notice the slight wetness that gathers in the corners of his eyes. "I am sorry for making you feel this way. For causing you such grief. For making you think so little for yourself."

His words are like a balm, soothing the wounds created by the recent turmoil. As if sprung into sudden action, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. For now just his presence was enough. Being a small part of his life was enough.

So you let him kiss you, hold you close and drown into the delusion that you mattered to Nanami Kento. Perhaps this delusion would suffice your heart one day.

[bluskye-27]

Congratulations for the 800 followers, @kazenomegaminowanpisu ! Hope you'll like this fic!

Welcome to the Family!

Summary: Takuma, Kazuma, and Emma found a new friend at the park. How would Marco and Hanna would react to this furry friend?

"Should we really bring him home, guys? Papa might get mad at us," Kazuma, the second oldest, asked his other siblings.

Currently, the three children of Marco the Phoenix and his wife Hanna are playing in the playground by their street. While running around, Emma, the youngest, found a stray puppy in a box.

"Of course, we should! The poor puppy is all alone! He looks sad too!" Emma argued, hugging the canine close to her chest. Kazuma stared at the animal, uncertain.

"What if it has rabies?!" He argued back.

"No, he doesn't!" The little girl cries out.

"Well, but what if he actually does have it? You might get sick!"

"But I won't! Papa can treat me, anyway!"

"But-" "That's enough, Kazuma." Takuma, the oldest of the three, cuts in. "Stop arguing, you two. Mama would be disappointed if she saw you bantering, again."

"Hmph!" The arguing siblings turned away from each other. Takuma sighed, "And here I thought that Kazuma was supposed to be the serious one out of the three of us."

The said boy huffed in annoyance. "I'm just worried, okay? I don't want you guys getting sick because of rabies!" His eyes teared up but he refused to cry in front of them. Emma and Takuma grew sad from the sight of their usually serious brother and went to hug him.

"Aw, it's okay, Kazuma-nii! I'm sorry for yelling at you, too." Emma pouted, patting her older brother's head gently. Kazuma smiled at the gesture.

"Anyways, we have to go home now. Emma, put the puppy back in the box. We'll carry it on it in case he had rabies." Takuma instructed.

"Okay!" Emma nodded and ran back over to the box. She picked up the box and puts the puppy in there. After that, Kazuma volunteered to carry the box and proceeded to walk home with his two other siblings.

"I hope Papa and Mama agree to this!" Emma chirped happily.

........

"No," Marco said sternly. The kids whined in protest. "But Papa!"

"And I said no," The blond father sighed out, rubbing his forehead. "It might have an owner and rabies-yoi."

"I think we'll be alright, Papa!" Kazuma tried to convince his father but Marco shook his head.

"Then why can't we keep it?!?" Takuma cried out. Marco looked at his children pouting at him.

It made him want to give in but he knew he couldn't do so. If he did, then the puppy might have rabies and bite one of his kids, making them sick. He didn't want that at all. Marco sighed, conflicted with the situation.

"Please, Papa?" Emma pleaded with her infamous puppy dog eyes. "Pretty please?" Their father gulped nervously but shook his head, not wanting to give in.

"I'm sorry, Emma-yoi."

"PLEASE, PAPA?" Now, the twins joined in with their own puppy dog eyes, tripling the effect.

'Oh my god.' Marco groaned in his mind. 'These kids and their darn eyes.' He sighed, before finally nodding his head.

"Fine. We'll keep him. BUT! We have to talk about this to your Mama first, okay-yoi?" At this, the kids started cheering victoriously.

"Yay! Thank you, Papa!" They hugged Marco, making the latter smile.

"Anything for my kids-yoi."

........

Later that evening, as they were having dinner in the dining room, Marco decided to bring this topic up.

"So, we have something to tell you," Marco announced. Hanna perked up at this.

"What is it, dear?" The woman asked softly, now noticing the grins her kids had on their faces.

As for Marco, he sighed, a small smile on his lips. "The kids have found a puppy at the park. They wanted to adopt it-yoi." Hanna gasped, looking at them with sparkling eyes. "Really? Sure! I'd love to have a puppy around the house!"

The blond man sighed again, having known that his wife would agree so easily. "Alright, then. Since this puppy is ours now, we'll take good care of it. But we have to take him to the vet tomorrow, okay-yoi?"

Marco was met with multiple 'of course's as well as 'yes Papa's’ from his kids and wife.

He shook his head fondly at them.

........

"He sure is cute though," Hanna commented as soon as they entered the veterinarian.

"Mhm," Marco agreed, still smiling from how his children's eyes sparkled with his decision to raise the puppy.

"Hello, Ma'am and Sir. Is there anything I can do to help you today?" The vet asked politely, smiling at the lovely couple in front of her.

"Yes. Well, we've recently adopted a stray puppy which was left by its previous owners and wanted to take good care of it-yoi." Marco explained.

"Oh wow... That's awfully kind of you! Did you name him yet?" She asked excitedly. The couple looked at each other, smiling.

"About that..."

Earlier that day...

"Let's call him Doggy!" Emma suggested, petting the little puppy.

"Doggy? Seriously, Emma? Let's name him Sebastian!" Kazuma counteracted. Takuma shook his head at him.

"Alexander would be great!"

"No, Doggy!"

"Nu-uh, Sebastian!"

"Nope, Alexander!"

As the siblings started to argue back and forth, Hanna decided to interfere. "Takuma, Kazuma, Emma! Stop arguing!" She scolded.

"S-sorry, Mama!" Hanna smiled fondly at the three children. They were such a handful sometimes. Then, she asked, "Hey, what are you kids arguing about?"

"We can't decide what to name the puppy!" Takuma answered. "We have different names for him but we can't agree with each other's suggestions!" Kazuma and Emma nodded, "Mhm!/He's right!"

Hanna giggled at their cuteness before speaking. "Don't you guys like that one cartoon show? Stefan and Friends, was it?"

"That's it!" Emma gasped excitedly. "Let's name him Stefan!" Her older brothers agreed happily. "You're right! Stefan!"

Hanna smiled. "Stefan it is!"

Back to the Present:

"Stefan is his name, Ma'am," Hanna answered as she pets the puppy fondly. Stefan sniffed her hand curiously and nuzzles into her gentle touch.

"Such a cute little guy!" she cooed and petted him again.

Marco chuckled at the sight before turning to the vet. "We would like to have Stefan a check-up and vaccination, please-yoi." The lady nodded, writing down the information.

"Well then, let's get started!"

........

Soon enough, Stefan was given a check-up and was vaccinated. Afterwards, the couple went back home, happy with the outcome.

The three kids ran to their parents as soon as they got in the house. "Mama! Papa!"

"Welcome back! How was the vet appointment?" Kazuma greeted happily.

"It was awesome! Papa and I even bought Stefan his dog stuff!" Hanna said, holding up the said puppy in her arms, a colorful collar upon his neck. The children were aweing at the sight.

"Are those our favorite colors? Awesome!" Emma squealed happily as she took the puppy and hold it. Stefan licked her face in appreciation, making the girl laugh. "It tickles!"

The twins were watching in amusement and delight at Emma's reaction while Hanna and Marco chuckled at the sight.

"Thank you very much for letting us keep Stefan, Mama! Papa!" The kids hugged their parents, laughing merrily.

"You're welcome, my dears~!" Hanna grinned while Marco ruffled his kids' hair. "Anything for you, my little troublemakers-yoi."

"Welcome to the family, Stefan!" Takuma, Kazuma, Emma, and Hanna greeted the cheerful puppy.

"Woof! Woof!"

"Stefan says thank you!" Emma giggled, making everyone laugh in amusement.

[shankschewtoy]

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