#like a pirate. I’m throwing this guy into the sea

[aeriedwelling]

ALL IN FAVOR OF PUNCHING MY DAD SAY AYE

[korasonata]

JUST finished Cleo’s first stream for Pirates SMP, and the amount of times I just fully burst out laughing like—

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Sausage: *kisses Scott on sight*

Owen: *throwing himself in front of Sausage * Hi. 😏

Scott: I like a forward man 😉

—

Sausage: Where do you get these? This silk?

Scott: Thank you, thank you…

Sausage: Can I touch it?

Scott: Yeah of course. You can touch whatever you want 😏

—

Oli: I’ll give you 5 gold to tell me what’s beneath that patch.

Cleo: Look my eye got stolen by a monkey, ok?!

Oli: Oh! Was it a my cock?

Sausage: WHAT?!

Oli: A ma’ cock!

Sausage: THAT’S NOT HOW YOU PRONOUNCE IT!

—

*Owenge_Juice becomes a Heron*

Scott/Cleo/El: (chanting) ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!

Owen: …are you allowed to change your mind afterwards?

Scott: NO! :D

—

El: So you’re like a lone wolf?

Owen: Uh…kind of. More like a lone sea dog.

El: Come on, give us a bark.

Scott: Yeah!

Owen: Uh…I only bark in certain situations…

Scott: Oh. What situations?

Owen: …uh, oKAY! WHICH WAY—

—

El: This is my bed over here. There is one right next to it, you can take that.

Owen: Perfect! Thanks!

El: I do make really loud noises in my sleep.

Scott + Owen: Oh???

El: Yeah.

Cleo: Yeah, but not the noises you would expect either.

—

Cleo (about Olive): They said they’d got invitations from Herons and Nightingales I think?

Scott: Yeah it was Heron, Nightingales, and Kestrals, they didn’t get Kites.

Cleo: Who DOES get Kites unless you’re a psychopath.

Scott: Owen got all 4.

Owen: Yeah…umm…

Cleo: Oh…

—

*Cleo gets everyone drunk*

Cleo: Ah, you’re all lightweights!

El: *flirting with Water* Oh, you look so lovely in this light right now!

Water: Oh El!

El: Lovely!

Scott: I feel I can take more damage. I’m gonna go jump off the cliff guys!!

—

Cleo: Maybe one day you can buy a real hat!

El: Well I will, but you know, I just think— I don’t see anybody else having made one when they’ve not got one. Gonna get a wet head.

Cleo: *absolutely lost it*

—

Cleo: Gotta get the alcohol. Otherwise I’m gonna kill someone. It’s fine.

—

Oil (Distant): ARE WE SURE THIS IS THE WAY?!

Cleo: Scott’s sure it’s the way!

Oli (distant distress): I— DON’T LIKE IT!

Aimsey: Honestly I’m hoping for the best! I hope he does!

Oli: Ya Damn Herons!

Cleo: You don’t have to follow us, ok?!

Oli: Well unfortunately my Kestrals already ran off

Aimsey: This is what I mean! I— I’m hoping you get this! I’ve dunked this too many times!

Cleo: It’s very Kestral of you to just wait until the end and have other people to do it for you!

Aimsey: I’m a Kite! I’m a Kite! Thank you!

Cleo: Well, yeah you know what? It’s very typical for Kites to do it too.

Aimsey: Oh well is it now? Is it then?!

Cleo: Oh yeah yeah! It is it is!

Aimsey: Do you wanna duel?! You wanna duel when we get back, Cleo?! You wanna duel?!

Cleo: Do I want to punch you in the face a bunch? I do. But I’m drunk. I don’t know what you want from me.

—

Oli: There we go, I’ve got a side angle. I’m overtaking you, Heron! SLOOOOWWW

Cleo: *cuts him off*

Oli: No stop crashing! You’re crashing my port side!

Cleo: Well you know—

Oli: GET OFF ME PORT SIDE!

Cleo: NO ONE WANTS TO BE ON YOUR PORT SIDE, OK?!

Oli: Everyone wants to be on my port side!

—

Cleo: This is very far away. Like I haven’t heard Scott this whole time. I feel like Scott’s monologuing.

Aimsey: I can hear you though, Cleo!

Cleo: I hear YOU. And I—

Aimsey: You love that, right? You love hearing me. 😏

—

Cleo: *singing* What shall we do with a drunken sailor! What shall we do with a drunken sailor! What shall we— *talking* apparently put her in a boat and let her follow Scott, that’s what you need to do with a drunken sailor.

—

Oli: AIMSEY! AIMSEY! AIMSEY! STOP SINGING!

Aimsey: *distant singing*

Cleo: Oh I can’t hear Aimsey, that’s good.

Oli: CAUSE I HATE HERONS!

Cleo (a Heron): AIMSEY’S NOT A HERON!

SILENCE

Oli: …then what are they?

Cleo: They’re a Kite.

Oli: OH STUPID KITES! Herons, you’re alright. KITES. Imbeciles.

—

Owen (talking to chat): No, there’s no canon lives, chat. Except in specific cases. *whispering* check with Twitter.

Cleo: YOU’RE BREAKING MY EMERSION OWEN!

Owen: Sorry!

—

Olive: Hey! Where does a pirate go to school? HARRRvard!

Cleo: …You’re out of the faction.

Olive: Oh no! Not on my second day! H—how does a pirate protect themself? ARRRmour.

Cleo: …I’m gonna run a vote…

Olive: No it’s fine, I’ll go join the Kite’s or something, it’s fine.

Cleo: Oh dear.

Olive: What do you call it when two pirates are in a draw? A staleMATEY.

Cleo: OUT! OUT OF THE FACTION!

—

*Cleo walks up to a female NPC*

Cleo: Hello sweet lady 😏

—

Other things I also enjoyed

•Scar managing to get a Jellie and literally everyone swarming around to pet her

•Scott, Aimsey, Cleo, and Oli sailing together and all of them singing a completely different pirate song simultaneously.

•The entire dynamic between Cleo and Aimsey

•Cleo being HELLA sus of Cruppy the entire time right up until Scott hands it a beer and it drinks and suddenly Cleo’s just like actually you know what? You’re alright. We cool.

•Cleo being given babysitting duty and then literally within 5 minutes pawning off the child with a rival faction

•Cleo using being drunk as an excuse for everything. Lag? Everyone is drunk because she keeps giving out alcohol. Server crash? Don’t mind her she’s just vomiting in the corner of a pub somewhere. No tools? She needs the iron to make kegs for MORE alcohol. Oh you wanna fight? I would but I’m drunk. Shit babysitter? I’m a drunk what do you want from me? She signs off for the day and her excuse for her absence is literally just “imma go get blackout drunk for a solid 14 hours”. The fact that the excuse works lore wise for almost every situation.

•THE ANIMATICS

•The LORE. JUST ALL THE LORE

Solid start. 10/10

[rkiveinmarvel]

in all the seas - sanji vinsmoke. des. fluff. post-timeskip!sanji. the one time sanji left baratie: led him back to you. notes. sanji might be ooc. this is a test fic, i just miss my boy so much. fluffy! fluffy! fluffy! sanji meets enemies-to-lovers troupe, poor boy is nosebleeding again, mentions of smoking (don't smoke too much, guys!), mentions of the straw hat pirates shenanigans. i miss sanji, i want to kiss his forehead and give him a hug! ;<

hey! it's my first time writing for op (gosh, i remember when i said i won't write a fic for anime anymore but here i am now enjoying skypiea zoro ;P what a clown) n e way, sanji might be a little ooc here but i miss him so here you go, a fluffy sanji. i wrote this around 1 am so, please enjoy! happy holidays!

w.c: 2k (and i oop--)

Sanji was indeed a man with a lot of tricks up his sleeves: he’s from the family of mercenaries, part of the famous Straw Hats Pirate, and of course one of the greatest chef in all the seas, with his handsome face, strong kicks and talent in the kitchen, one could assume he’s everything a person can wish for, and that he is.

You’ve been working at the Baratie for years ever since the restaurant found its place on the East Blue, as a kid you were raised by Zeff along with a blonde kid who hates putting artificially made flavor on a dish. You cooked something with something artificially made, he hates it. He cooks you something, you hate it. It was a game of cat and mouse but somehow, Zeff saw this a familiar scene and a everlasting promise between two kids that somehow will always find each other.

“Sanji! I’m hungry!” The voice of Luffy woke Sanji’s staring into space, as the cook of the straw hat stood up, the sharpshooter of straw hats watches him intently. “Sanji, is there something wrong?” Then, he met Usopp’s wondering eyes, as in the back of his mind, he is back in the Baratie, back to you. He lightly shook his head, ignoring the sharpshooter’s question: was it the empty space of the kitchen that made him wish he was with you, was it the vast sea that made him wish you see the lovely view too, was it his new family made him wish that you should’ve met them too, instead of speaking out his thoughts and secrets, he gave Usopp a smile, perhaps a reminder to the sharp shooter that their cook is alright. 

The lingering look of longing is still on Sanji’s face until their next voyage on the vast sea, it made the straw hat worry, hell, even the swordsman is now giving Sanji a look of worry, but somehow, when the crew has met a nearby island, they hoped that their cook would have a peace of mind, a recollection of what he longs for, what his face wishes for. As the reached the shore, the crew pushed Sanji out of the ship as they gave him a reassuring look to take all the time he needs to fill the void that’s slipping in his emotion, face, and his cooking.

As he walked to the island’s market, a familiar scent danced in his nose, a cooking that smells like his first home, as his feet lead the way into a fully packed restaurant, a familiar sight of food greeted him. He immediately sat somewhere on an empty table as he scans the menu.

The time pass by faster than he expected, as for once, he ate the food with a smile on his face, perhaps, realizing that he may have a competition in being the best chef in all seas: but this trivial things did not bother him, until, he tasted an articially made flavor on one of the dishes. Instead of throwing his anger like he always do when arguing with the straw hat’s swordsman, he clicked his tongue and requested to talk to the main chef of the restaurant.

Clink. Click. Clink.

Empty Dishes after empty dishes came into the kitchen, with a smile on your face you were happy with the unending order in the restaurant, until your new waiter had come bearing news about the blonde guy at table 19, with a tired sigh, you removed your apron and went outside to talk to the blonde guy at table 19.

Clink. Click. Clink.

“What seems to be the problem–Sanji?” Your eyes widened as your eyes seem to betray the sight infront of you. The blonde man then catches your surprise gaze as he was about to light his cigarette. “Oi–your..” he stopped at his words as he catches and drowned himself into a familiar sight. You’re here. You’re here infront of him. 

Instead of saying anything, the both of you seemed to memorize each others faces. 2 Years is indeed a long time, you noticed his growing beard, he memorized the length of your hair, you noticed his new suit, he noticed the tired yet happy look on your face.

“So, you left Baratie.” The both of you uttered the same time, as a chuckle left your lips: Sanji felt like crying—he missed you so damn much. “Bet Zeff didn’t let you go that easily.” He commented as he gestured you to seat. “He actually did, telling me to look for you and kick your ass as we saw your new bounty.” You laughed as Sanji bottled that laugh in his ear. 

“Did he now…” He countered as he lips curved into a soft smile. “Stop looking at me like that.” You immediately notice his gaze, making him look away. “Looking you like what?”

Clink. Click. Clink.

—----

Clink. Click. Clink.

“Heard the Straw Hat invited you to be in his crew..” You stated as you sat next on the deck with Sanji as he lit his cigarette. He looked away as you asked the question. “He did. I don’t want to.” He openly sighed and filled the space with smoke, as you click your tongue, you grabbed the cigarette on his hand, and inhaled the smoke yourself. “So, I guess you’ll be here in the Baratie in all the end of time.” I laughed. 

“What? Do you plan to leave?” He wondered as you meet his knowing look as you just laid your head on his shoulder. “Depends. Your cooking sucks.” He chuckled as he glared at you. “You use artificial flavors in your cooking!” He sounded so offended. 

You nodded as you gave back his cigarette. “Go.” He knows that look, he’s way too familiar with that look. “Zeff can handle Baratie himself, that old man can be anything he wants. So, go.” 

Clink. Click. Clink.

“I’ll be fine, Sanji.” His voice seems to blend with sea and the seagulls. “It’s not about you.” He looked away as he hid his blush. “Is it?” I chuckled as you stood up and knelt infront of him. “I’ll be alright, Sanji, and besides, didn’t you say you’re going to prove to me that All Blue is real, how can you do that with you staying here.” 

“You’re really making this hard for me, you know..” He grumbles as you gave him a look. “I tend to make you suffer until the end of time, Sanji.” You smiled.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He softly uttered as he leaned in. “Looking you like what?” You replied as you closed the distance feeling his warm lips on yours, as the noise of the sea seem to silenced at this moment, seems like the seagulls have found a place to rest, seems like the warm rays of the sun has bit put on rest. As you pulled away, you met his eyes. “I’m still a better cook than you, you know.” He chuckled.

“Oh, I know. I know. Get out there, Sanji.” You smiled as you stood up, walking away from him, leaving the blonde boy with a distinct nosebleed and a lovesick smile on his face.

—-------

“So, you’re here.” He said with a smile. “Good to see, you still have your both feet on the ground.” You smiled as you saw that his bangs have changed its position. “You changed your look.” You commented as he just stares at you. 

“What?” You wondered as he just looked at the food: “You used artificially made flavors.” He complained as you rolled your eyes and just snickered. “You never really got over it, didn’t you?” you laughed. “Why don’t you walk over our kitchen, Mr. Sanji.” You teased as you stood up and lead him to the kitchen. 

The tour in the kitchen was just short and subtle; it surprised him that the artificial flavor he hates was actually made by you: he find it funny and continue to tell you that he is the best cook in all seas. By the time the tour finish, he caught a familiar wanted poster hanged on the wall. A poster that he hates so much.

“Seriously, that poster?” He rolled his eyes at you. It was his first wanted poster with no picture attached but an illustration. You chuckled at his antics: “What? The artist took your beauty really well.” You chuckled, as you stare at him.

“I miss you too, by the way.” You stood closer to him as he walked towards the wanted poster hanged on the wall. He blushes as he looked at you. “Does your miss kinda works its way on you giving me a ki–”

“ORDER UP!” Before he can continue, orders came in like a wave from the sea, Sanji frowned at the timing. “Oi, loverboy, talk to you later.” You tapped his shoulder as you left him on the corner, with a smile on his face. He hid his blush and walked back to their ship.

—-----

A familiar straw hat greeted your eyes as you walked on the shore. “OI!! SANJI!!” He shouted happily, as you noticed Sanji walking down excitedly as you approached their ship. As he ran towards you, he gave you a tight hug. “You’re acting like we didn’t talk earlier.” You grumbled in his hug, as you return it. “I had to keep my appearances, there were bounty hunters in the restaurant, after all. If they knew I had some connection on you, they might–”

You punched him lightly on his stomach. “I can handle myself, Sanji.” You sighed: “We’re both raised by Zeff, you know how he is.” you ran your hand in your hair as you looked at Sanji’s face dancing the sunset’s rays. With a teary-eye he looked at you: ah, they’re going to leave again. 

You nodded as you just offered your hand to Sanji as you both walk, quietly and appreciating the fondness of the gift of time in the shore. As you two walked, Sanji noticed that you never let go of his hand. “You actually missed me.” He said in such proud tone. He waited for a teasing remarks instead, you just nodded which surprised him.

“Missed you so much, ‘Ji.” You admit as he stopped his tracks and looked at you. Without saying anything, you embraced him as you hid yourself in his chest: god, he missed you too—so damn, much. He just nodded and hugged back your deep embrace. As the sun continue to bathe in the sea, you whispered the stories on how you got to the island and leaving Baratie. He listened intently as he drew circles in your hands, as the moon slowly reveal itself in the sky. He kissed your hand.

“Will you be here, ‘till I find the All Blue?” He asked, but his tone was pleading and full of hope. And just like before, you lay down your head on his shoulder: but this time, you grabbed a cigarette and lit it up as he muttered. “I’ll come back, you know that right?” He smiled as he grabbed the cigarette from your hand as he inhaled the smoke. You just nodded as you held him a little closer: for once, he thanked the past that you let him go—not only because he met an amazing crew but for once, you looked at him: not as a rival in cooking but someone—as your person. 

He thought the kiss from the past was just a mere kiss of heat of the moment, but here you are next to him and you looked so gorgeous—as if he was made to see you in all your shining glory—the lingering looks, the bickering, it all leads him back to you. “Go.” You muttered as he smiled as he kissed your hand. “We’ll be alright, Sanji.” That’s it, he leaned in and gave you a knowing kiss, a kiss that bears a sorry for the two years he wasn’t able to hold you and a kiss that carries promise of the upcoming and untold stories of the both of you—and by all the pirates in the world, he can’t wait to spend the rest of his days next to you in all eons, in all times, and definitely in all the seas.

fluff is like a new ground for me lmao, angsty-fluffy zoro and luffy coming right up!

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[wing-ed-thing]

Stay the Night (Smoker x Reader)

Synopsis: Smoker is surprisingly, bafflingly competent at taking care of you while you're drunk.

Word Count: 2.4k

Tags/Warnings: Alcohol, Intoxication, Alcohol Sickness, Vomiting, Fluff, No Reader Pronouns Explicitly Mentioned (Reader Wears Heels, Makeup, and a Wig), Language, Mildly Suggestive, Two Longtime Friends and Peers who are Clearly in Love with Each Other

Notes: I felt like Smoker was the kind of guy to reluctantly hold your hair back while you're throwing up.

Unlike the rest of his present company, Smoker usually avoided overindulging in elaborately planned social events, especially those with an open bar. It was best to stay out of the way. 

The Marines rarely allocated funds to such frivolous occasions, and so most officers and honored guests took it upon themselves to find the bottom of the generously offered bottomless champagne. While the hangovers were never worth it, that didn’t stop even the highest leadership from stumbling out of the ballroom doors with hair tousled and neckties hanging across their shoulders. 

Smoker preferred to sit at a table out of the way: a sanctuary among the chaos, away from the main path of foot traffic, with a clear view of the door. That’s where he nursed his single glass of whisky. If he were feeling especially celebratory, he would have two. 

You, on the other hand… were already standing on top of a table. Your stilettos were positioned on either side of the floral centerpiece in the middle, and the tiny point of your heels barely allowed you to balance as the bottle in your hands exploded in a loud, crisp pop. 

Smoker watched how the sea of Marines that gathered around you in disheveled formalwear cheered, and your hypnotized face admired the bubbles pouring from the bottle's neck. 

A group of newly trained officers jumped up and down together in time with the music on the opposite side of the circular table in celebration, knocking some tall glasses over onto the white cloth below. Smoker nearly leaped out of his chair as your knees began to buckle. But even despite your tiny shoes and even tinier dress, you managed to catch yourself. Your laughter resounded loudly among the voices around you.

Smoker heaved a deep sigh, sitting back down, swirling his drink with a flick of his wrist. 

He didn’t even need to see that stunt to predict what would come later that night. 

The streets were utterly empty. Aside from the glow of the street lamps, the only light that shone was from the venue as the staff hurried their clean up. Smoker strolled out of the double doors, tie loosened around his neck and suit jacket draped neatly over his arm.

He barely had to make it outside before he saw you. Hell, he’d be able to spot that glittery ass anywhere, even without your blinding choice of attire. 

You were bent over on your weak knees as you hurled your guts out into a bush. Smoker let out a low, resigned grumble, swiping a hand over his fatigued face as he approached you. You barely registered the large shadow that overtook you, let alone the hands that gingerly and neatly gathered your hair away from your face. 

You sputtered, coughing as a few tears streamed from your eyes. The insides of your cheeks were wet and bitter, and your throat burned. You spat onto the ground to get more foul-tasting mucus out of your mouth. 

You were a Marine, dammit, and a few too many took you out quicker than any pirate ever did. 

“Koby?” you whined. Tears continued to stream from your eyes at the pressure in your sinuses. You spat again. God, something was in your nose.

“Sorry to disappoint, Lieutenant Commander,” Smoker gruffed from where he squatted next to you. 

“Don’t call me that,” you whimpered, not wanting to be reminded of your rank during such a state of weakness. Your stomach convulsed, causing your sickness to start again. Smoker’s gaze drifted to the still street like another weekday night. “I’m never gonna drink again.”

“Mh-hmm” was about the only noise you got out of Smoker. He sat patiently and wordless, not one to croon words of assurance at you as you paid for your night of over-indulgence. But for his silence, he continued to pull your hair back, meticulously smoothing the bundle back as best as he could so as not to knot or tug at your stands. 

In a moment of relief, you finally turned over to sit on the curb. Despite the extra alcohol emptied from your stomach, you were far from sober. Smoker knelt on one knee in front of you. You could hardly get his face to focus, let alone register the warm jacket he hung across your shoulders. 

He took the pocket square from the left breast pocket and unfurled it with a snap of his wrist. Smoker swiped the fabric over your mouth, clearing away saliva and slime. The backs of your fingers knocked against his wrist belatedly as you shook your head.

“‘M gonna fuck up your hankie, Smokey,” you sighed, even though he had already wiped your mouth. He shoved the square roughly into his pocket, paying no mind to you as he heaved you onto your feet. “‘M alright. I can make it home.”

“Like hell, you can.” You stumbled as you tried to step forward, but Smoker caught you around the waist. “These, too. You know the whole street’s cobblestone, right?.” His movements felt incredibly fast to you as he bent down again to slide your shoes off, and with two large fingers hooked around the pinch of your stilettos, Smoker moved to throw you over his shoulder. 

“Whoa, whoa, wait…” Your hand flew over your mouth, and the other splayed across Smoker’s right shoulder. He held you at length, studying your face and movements carefully. 

“What’s goin’ on?”

You shook your head in small but rapid swivels.

“Can’t do that.” You heaved a deep breath, slowly removing your hand from your mouth. 

Smoker grumbled a hum of acknowledgment, pulling his jacket closed over your chest before shepherding you down the street toward your apartment. 

You barely remembered the walk, although you were sure your drunken meandering was more than a test of Smoker’s patience. Even so, he hardly said a word, only breaking his silence to ask you where your keys were when you reached your doorstep. 

They were in your clutch, which Smoker was holding with your shoes, of course. 

As soon as the door opened, you nearly collapsed into your apartment. With Smoker's help, you fell neatly onto the couch by the entrance. He slipped off his boots— no matter how formal the event, Smoker was wearing his combat boots— and disappeared somewhere into your apartment. 

You didn’t even care. Your head was so heavy that all you wanted to do was sleep as you slowly sank into your couch cushions. 

“Sit back up.” You heard Smoker call sternly from the other room. You didn’t think you could obey him if you wanted to. 

In a second, you were being repositioned. The light from the lamp in the corner of the room was sobering and borderline upsetting, but it allowed you to see the small trashcan Smoker brought for you on the floor to your right and the bottle of make-up remover on the coffee table in front of you. Smoker sat beside you, tilting your chin to delicately rub your make-up away with a prepped, textured cotton pad. 

It caught you off guard, to say the least. Even in your drunken haze, Smoker still didn’t seem like the type to have patience for tender acts of service. Hell, you didn’t even know he knew what make-up remover looked like. 

But despite your judgments, Smoker sat on the couch next to you, one elbow resting against the back cushion as he held your chin while his other hand swiped away your perfect contour. 

“Who taught you this?” you giggled. Smoker, make sure to get the creases around your nose. 

“Doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “Where do you want your lashes?”

“What?—” 

Smoker had already pulled your left eyelash off, the entire strip. 

“I’ll put ‘em back in the book I saw.” Before you could protest, Smoker had already pulled off your right lash. He stood quickly, stuffing the solution-soaked pad into your hand as he pivoted to carry your lashes to the other room. “Work on the rest of the glue.”

He turned back to you slightly, leaning over you just a bit to grasp your wrist and manipulate your hand to move in a circular motion on your face before you slapped him away. Smoker disappeared once again into your apartment. 

You finally noticed the plastic cup of water on your coffee table and mustered up the energy to take it. The outside was wet with condensation. It was cold. You couldn’t remember the last time you drank water. 

“What do you wanna do with your unit?” Smoker appeared from around the corner again; some linens balled in a wad under his arm. He held a pillow in his opposite grip as if he were holding a stray dog by the scruff. 

His white collared shirt had been pulled from the waistband of his dress pants sometime during the night. The black tie that was already draped over his shoulders drooped to one side, making one side longer than the other. The first three buttons of his shirt sat on his chest untethered. A dampened towel rested over his shoulder.

You blinked at him between sips of water. Your stomach was handling rehydration so far, but you were about to push it.

“You’re not touching my hair, Smokey.”

“Though I’d offer.” He set the pillow down to take the towel off his shoulder. Smoker wadded it in a ball before throwing it your way. You somehow still had the dexterity to catch it out of the air. A generous amount of adhesive remover had already been applied to it. 

Smoker pulled the coffee table out of the way, and as you stared at the towel he threw to you, Smoker began arranging blankets and pillows around you. You supposed he was trying to get you to sleep somewhere you could sit up. He draped a fuzzy throw blanket on your lap and moved two large decorative pillows to your right and left.

As your eyes moved from the remover-soaked towel to Smoker and back, you couldn’t help but laugh. The sensation moved through you before tearing out of your chest. Unrestrained by the liquor, it probably came out louder and more shrill than it would have usually, but if Smoker had any comments, he kept them to himself. 

He knelt before you, both his wrists resting on his bent knee. He shook his head as if regretting the question he was about to ask in advance.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

You swayed forward, racked with trembles, as you continued to laugh. The back of your heels knocked against the bottom of the couch. Smoker didn’t move, even as your face inched gradually towards his. Your cheek settled into your palm, allowing you to sit folded over to meet his eye. He waited as your laughter gradually subsided.

“What are you doing here, Smoker?” 

He stared directly into your irises, and you didn’t know if his expressionlessness or the intensity of his gaze made your smug smile waver. Intending to tease him, Smoker didn’t humor you with an expression. Nothing you had done that night—nor anything you would do—could sober you up faster than the sharp and sudden twinge in your chest that came with simply meeting Smoker’s dark brown eyes. 

What the hell?

“Your girlfriend’ll be pissed.” You sharply recoiled, kicking your legs over Smoker’s bent knee to swiftly stand. You made a beeline deeper into the apartment. 

Smoker only wavered a moment, his eyebrows creasing for a second in confusion before he stood and followed you.

“What girlfriend?” he shouted. He nearly ran into you as you closed a small cabinet by the bathroom. The side of your lip drooped downward in an acute pout. Smoker, never one to enjoy feeling left out of the loop, hovered over you expectantly. You entered the bathroom without a second thought. Smoker found himself in the doorway.

“Weren’t you with that…” You snapped your fingers as you tried to recall her name. You didn’t have to wait.

“Six months ago… and we only went on a few dates,” Smoker defended, although he wasn’t quite sure why he felt the need to defend himself to you in the first place. The two of you had known each other for longer than he recalled knowing anyone else, and more prominently, the two of you were peers. Why should it matter if he took some petty officer out for a few drinks a few months back? His eyes narrowed at the back of your head. “Why?”

You shrugged. You seemed far less worried about the whole thing; your face practically pressed against the mirror to remove the remaining patches of product Smoker missed. He did a more than adequate job. He hardly missed anything regarding your makeup, but the pointed glance you stole in the mirror escaped him. 

“Now I know I’m pretty wasted—” You met his gaze through the mirror. You cocked your head, and your hands gripped the side of the sink in pure bafflement. “But you said ‘lash book’—?”

“Got it. Got it.” Smoker crossed his arms as he tore his attention away. Steam filled the air. He hardly noticed the shower running, and he most definitely didn’t realize that you were standing in front of him, presenting your back, until you started speaking again.

“So, you’re just kind of a—" You glanced over your shoulder at him, and for as off as your judgment was, you knew you probably shouldn’t finish your sentence—even if his reaction would have been hilarious. You turned back around. “Get my dress for me?”  

You could have noticed Smoker’s single beat of hesitation if you were any less intoxicated. But for yet another instance that night, Smoker went quiet as he slowly tugged down the back zipper of your dress. The invisible zipper was thin and difficult to grip, but it slid down your spine like butter regardless, revealing the soft skin underneath.

“I have a pair of your shorts in the bottom left drawer of my dresser. The couch is yours.” You pivoted again on your heel, one hand holding your dress up on your chest and the other pushing Smoker back through the doorway. “Now get out.” 

You shut the door. Smoker sighed and resigned himself to rifle through your dresser, wondering why he had clothes at your place at all. 

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: Based off my personal headcanon that Smoker has a surprisingly extensive dating history and an equally surprising library of knowledge about girly stuff because he's an extremely involved boyfriend. I'd say most of his previous relationships had amicable break ups. Reader was also going to say "so you're kind of a whore" but decided against it.

[neverniko101]

Lost in the Deep- The Crew

Hi!! In celebration of Mermay, I’m taking a (short!) break from Horror Dreamtale and Phantasmverse to doodle some of the fellas from my pirates & mermaids AU, Lost in the Deep!

Summary of story:

Dream has the unflinching goal to sail to Thornebreak Island in The Southern Seas to battle the monster that lives there and the pirates it has bent to its will. One problem: he has no idea how to sail. And can’t swim. And is scared of water. He hires retired pirate Geno and rowdy young harpooner Maroon to help him on his journey. Just as they are about to leave, Geno convinces the group to go visit an old friend of his, Blueberry, for some last advice and extra supplies. While Blue was out helping them gather supplies, though, his brother is kidnapped by some of the monster’s pirates, presumably to be dragged back to the lair. A little guilty for unwittingly distracting Blue during the attack, the crew agrees to let him accompany them and help save his brother. Along the way, they bribe convince a member of the Royal Guard’s Navy (Ink) to join them as well.

Oh, and Dream may have forgotten to mention that the monster is his brother, a siren corrupted by a strange parasite. And that he’s a siren, too.

I’m sure everything will go perfectly well.

Geno:

- Ex-pirate

- Lost right eye and left leg

- Pathetic old man /aff

- Could probably still kick your ass

- So tired, somebody get this man some coffee

Dream:

- Based off a koi fish (inspired by @cas-spirit :3)

- He’s trying. So hard. But nothing ever goes right

- Likes to bask in the sun like a lizard

- Insists that the orange scales on his body are just tattoos

- Expending too much energy/coming in too much contact with water could cause him to revert to his siren form (looking like a normal bipedal being is hard work), so he tries to order others around him to do work instead of doing it himself since it’s his boat and he’s the one paying everybody (it does not work he is too nice)

Blueberry:

- big

- Can probably pick you up and throw you 30 ft

- Retired Royal Guard Navy member, fought Geno’s pirate gang and they became friends in between fights

- Started a bakery when he retired- Blue’s Baked Bites

- Sure would be a shame if he bonded with the younger members of the group. In a fatherly way. Almost like becoming a father figure-

- Don’t let his size and appearance fool you, he is a lovable idiot

Ink:

- Just a Little Guy™️

- Easily distracted by shiny objects and hoards them in hidden corners

- His vials don’t help him feel things, but are rather medicine for a magical condition

- Likes to sit in the crow’s nest, obviously

- om nom nom eat all the fish

Maroon:

- Some variety of Fell variant

- Likes playing with sharp objects

- Very high energy, but not necessarily mean

- Insomnia

- Tries to be tough and scary but is secretly precious boy

Okay that’s it maybe I’ll do the pirates next

[this-is-gonna-hurt-me-inside]

Codywan POTC AU ideas

Ok so people seemed to like the idea (and my lack of experience in actually making posts that reach people showed when I tried to make this post through reblogging and it didn't appear anywhere :') ) so here's what I currently have with some rough drawings!

Here's the original post I made about it

Ideas and drawings for AU below, please feel free to use!! No idea if I'll actually write something for it, the creature in charge of driving my brain will decide I guess.

Ok so, Obi-Wan fills the role of Elizabeth and Cody is Will in terms of who’s the governor’s child (or grandchild/ward here) and who is found floating at sea with a mysterious medallion and becomes a blacksmith. Going to deviate from the story a lot but needed Cody to have that blood importance link - you will see why later.

Dooku is governor who takes in his grandson Obi Wan as his ward after Qui-Gon’s death, then brings him with him to port royal (feel like Dooku is a good fit for all the colonisation/sugar plantations/definitely not the good guy the films presented him as considering Caribbean in the 1770s.) Obi-wan and Cody grow up keeping in contact and obliviously infatuated with each other as per films.

Not sure if there’s a Norrington equivalent here. Satine would probably be the easiest fit in terms of romantic triangle but couldn’t be an exact match as she’d never be a soldier even if we ignored period accuracy (no idea if I will or not) and a lot of his actions would be an insult to her as a character. Think it would probably be that Satine and Obi-Wan are dear friends who aren’t interested in each other romantically but are being pressured to marry because advantageous match etc. (Possibility of both getting into Methodism and abolitionism through that and that being their points of discussion, and the clash occurs when from start of events of second film Obi-Wan goes and begins to take a much more active route to abolition eg. Killing slavers and boarding their ships to liberate those inside. Satine being against the killing and violence etc but thats later on!)

For Captain Jack Sparrow, who better than the greatest space pirate of them all, Hondo Ohnaka! (Was considering having Quinlan Vos for it but feel like his moral compass is too strong honestly)

As in the films, black pearl (possibly renamed) attacks the port and Obi-Wan is taken aboard with medallion when he invokes parley and, when he gives his surname as Fett, is taken away as they leave. Barbossa I’m currently thinking is Maul (which ties in beautifully and absolutely not completely accidentally with the clone wars episode where Hondo’s crew mutiny him to join Maul) who is going to manage to get singularly obsessed with Obi-Wan by the end of the events of the first film where he is not actually dead/possibly reincarnated like Barbossa in the films but blames Obi-Wan for everything (which would honestly be more justified than the root of Mauls obsession in canon).

Cody breaks Hondo out to help him rescue Obi Wan, they assemble a crew on Tortuga. Various Jedi characters will be appearing as part of a large network of escaped slaves and outlaws (for various reasons) who want to help people in similarly difficult and/or dangerous situations. The Jedi have had dealings with Hondo before and essentially have a similar reaction to him as ghost crew in rebels - don’t trust him as far as they can throw him but often forced to work with him against their better judgement.

Plot progresses as first film but more oh the real villains are the colonisers (though Maul and his crew are giving them a run for their money). Find out that not only is Fett blood needed to break the curse since Jango was involved with initial treasure taking, but there’s a mysterious extra reason why people are wanting to get their hands on a son of Fett. Murmurs of gaining favours with others saying it’s bad luck to have one on the same ship as them. Jedi and Hondo who have known Fett are also reluctant to give their opinion when Cody asks what Jango was like.

Movie accurate romantic and sexual tension between obi-wan and cody, gonna say period accurate homophobia also playing its part in stopping them acting on it.

After being rescued from being marooned Obi-Wan promises Dooku he will marry Satine if they rescue Cody, then sneaks out of ship to help take the Pearl and then on to rescue Cody. If it is Jedi in the crew they may well go with him but otherwise same as film. Hondo persuades Maul that he should become a commodore and Mauls crew “take a walk”. Then events as film but Obi wan kills Maul.

When they’re back at port royal, Cody saves Hondo from execution and Obi Wan saves them both either through really banking on his power as Dooku’s ward/heir or sneaking them away with distraction (possibly even before execution date). I quite like the second option as there’s an opportunity for using smugglers tunnels and a first, desperate kiss as Cody escapes with Hondo to join the crew on the Pearl.

So ends first film as it were. Here’s some more rough drawings of Cody and Obi-Wan start of first film vs third film. I absolutely used a reference for that first drawing of Cody and I nabbed the obi wan base for the drawings from another piece I’m working on so sorry about style discrepancies!

Second film! Satine and Obi-Wan’s wedding is taking place the next day and Cody, who has been writing letters back and forth with Obi-Wan , is waiting in the smugglers cave for him so they can run away together. But Obi-Wan never shows. Cody either hears at port or through Satine directly (who knew the plan to run away and was banking on the scandal meaning she could avoid marriage for a good while afterwards) that Obi-Wan has been taken into captivity by a Lord Palpatine/Sidious working for the interests of the East India Trading Company. The charges are for aiding and abetting pirates, his role in helping Hondo and Cody escape has been discovered apparently (maybe yes maybe no, Palpatine doesn’t give a fuck he just wants the compass). Cody somehow finds out about the compass being the wanted trade (Satine as a go between perhaps? Saying she’ll send hired men to get the thing that will save her fiancé?) and heads off in search of Hondo.

Hondo’s meanwhile been visited by an old friend to tell him it’s time to pay his debt, and the black spot appears in his hand. Surprise it’s not Jango! It’s Either Fox or Rex! Hondo scared shitless and runs ship aground on an island which is where Cody finds him and his crew at that time. (Do the Jedi help him get there??) Anyway think the island scenes will be more OFMD vibes than actual events of dead man’s chest.

Hondo tricks Cody into going onto shipwreck to search for key he’ll trade in return for compass. Flying Dutchman arrives and with it it’s captain, Darth Vader.

Another very rough drawing I added extremely rough shading to! Vader is combined Davy jones style with a vampire squid because 1) on brand 2) the membrane sections reminded me of the his mask. He’s wearing a bicorn hat which wouldn’t actually be the trend for another couple of decades but let’s just pretend Vader is incredibly fashion forward.

Cody is alive and so not of interest to Vader, until Hondo, who Vader has sensed and has appeared in front of on the Pearl, tells Vader that he’s a Fett and so part of his payment of 100 souls. Vader scoffs that a Fett son is payment of another’s debt and can’t be used by Hondo, but Hondo replies that Jango Fett died on land and so has no need to settle his debt anymore. Vader finally accepts when Hondo tells him Cody is in love, giving him a fortnight to find the other 99 souls.

Cody hasn’t heard this on the other ship so first he hears of it is Vader basically telling him and welcoming him as another son of Fett. Cody is confused when Vader tells him he can join his brothers on deck, figures he means crew mates, but instead comes face to face with dozens of men who look near identical to him in various states of ‘fishification’.

More rough drawings! I spent too much time on these but they’re still rough so heck it. Only did Alpha 17, Rex and Fox for these ones.

Alpha has been part of the crew for the longest time, as the first son that Jango Fett ‘paid his debt’ with. Torn between hair styles, but he’s turning into a great white shark. Alpha hasn’t known any life outside of the ship as he was barely walking when Jango took him to Vader. Jango essentially decided to settle his debt with Vader by making the souls to give himself because he’s a full out bastard. Mostly this meant one night stands and then showing up a few years down the line and promising to the mother he’d take care of the child.

Fox actually managed to live his life without Jango taking him as a child but it was still a hard life and he’s actually encountered Lord Palpatine/Sidious before. He doesn’t talk of that time but he has the brand on his neck from it (the pirate P). Either Palpatine killed him or eventually he either ran into Jango or those who knew of sons of Fett and believed that sending one to Vader would grant you favour from him/gain you a wish or something. It doesn’t, Vader just subtracts one from Fett’s debt. (Possibility of Palpatine killing Fox hoping to gain communication/favour with Vader?)

Rex is the most recent addition to the brothers in the crew aside from Cody. He’s only a couple of years younger and only a bit of fishification has started. He’s the most hopeful still of the brothers. He’s the one Cody trusts most and has as a confidant for his plan to steal the key.

Meanwhile Obi-Wan has escaped and disguised himself as a pirate. Manages to find Hondo and various Jedi. They may their way to island with the chest on it and Cody, who has managed to escape the Dutchman (name change pending) appears and fights Hondo.

Feel it would be kind of funny if Maul were to appear at this point and go all KENOBI, just to add to the chaos.

Vader is Anakin and fulfils the role of Davy Jones with Calypso being Padme (fun bit when they go to see her in her human form and they’re met by the handmaidens). Not a perfect fit as padme isn’t flighty and wild like the sea but hey ho. So Vader locked away his heart and trapped Padme in human form.

I honestly have no idea if the twins are running around somewhere or not and what they’re doing. Ashoka is definitely around somewhere as is Ezra and other rebels.

Had an idea of reincarnation or believed to be of Obi-Wan as someone Vader viewed as his in some way. Can either actually be reincarnation of just that they look similar/obi-wan is a descendant but Vader ends up obsessed with him which helps add validity when they pretend he’s Calypso/Padme.

Satine has been facing off with Palpatine and his cronies from a legal stand point but Palpatine isn’t playing fair or legal (particularly when he gets Vader’s heart (possibly delivered by Maul?)). Bo Katan would be sick to turn up and fight anyone and everyone.

Not sure if Jango is actually dead or not, but he had Boba and since he stuck around and loved his mother he thinks of him as his true child and has amazing cognitive dissonance to not be horrified and trying to rescue the others. But think he’s probably dead and boba’s running around somewhere not even aware how much danger he’s in (but possibly told by Jango not to tell people his real surname).

Oh also! Note on initial drawing - so I imagine that occurring with Mace Windu filling the role of Barbossa in the wedding scene!

Anyway hope there’s something in here that intrigues people!

[lost-my-sanity]

Luffy not realizing you’ve been flirting with him Drabble… this was requested and I wasn’t sure what gender to make it so I played it safe and made it gender neutral so everyone can enjoy it

I walk along the deck of the sunny, it’s been kind of boring lately. We’ve just been sailing from one log post to the next, we’ve been at sea for days on end at this point and I’m getting a little bit stir crazy. An idea pops into my head…

I should go bother Luffy. I’ve held a certain attraction to the rubber captain for a while now.

I haven’t been discreet about it either. It’s come to a point that the rest of the crew is taking bets on when he will finally realize how I feel about him and if he’d reciprocate.

Often I will cuddle into him, constantly searching him out and spending hours on end talking to him, flirting with him shamelessly even if he doesn’t realize that’s what I’m doing.

Sanji is still a little pissed about it, he says a “beautiful being ” like me shouldn’t spend a single thought on a guy like Luffy. I can’t help myself but to always find myself drawn to him.

Maybe it’s the way his eyes twinkle when he gets a crazy idea, or the conviction he has in following his dream to be king of the pirates, it’s definitely the way he would sacrifice himself for any one of us in a heartbeat, or anyone that offers him meat for the matter…As I continue my walk I notice him sitting in his favorite spot on the head of Sunny’s mast.

“Hey, Luff!” I call out with a smile, eyes twinkling in the bright sunlight. The captain turns to me with a bright smile.

“Hey! He responds and launches himself down to stand next to me.

“I’m bored, and what better way to relieve the boredom than spending it with my favorite captain?” I say looking at him from beneath my eyelashes.

“I’m your only captain… wait unless you count Ussop, but he’s not a real captain!” He pouts at me and I want nothing more than to kiss his pouty lips.

“Well… you might be my only captain, but you aren’t the only captain” I tease him, tickling his sides.

“But I’m the only captain that matters, right?!” He asks in between giggles

“You’ve always been the only one that matters, Luffy” I said seriously while still smiling at him.

“Aw! You matter to me too!” He says wrapping his arms around me several times, squishing his face against my own.

“Hey, Luffy… have you ever thought about maybe finding someone for yourself?” I ask testing the waters.

“Like someone for our crew? Well I like who we have now, you guys are awesome! But I guess I wouldn’t mind if someone else joins us.” He states while still squished against me.

“No, I mean like romantically. I have no doubt that you’ll be king of the pirates but wouldn’t you like to have someone to rule by your side?” I ask in all seriousness.

“I guess I’ve never really thought about that if I’m being honest… I mean sure I’d like to have someone, but I’ve never thought someone would be interested in me like that.” He says honestly while rubbing the back of his raven haired locks.

“What if… what if someone did like you, do you think you’d be able to like them back?” I ask, eyes searching his face.

“Well… I think so but it would depend on who they are, if they understand my dreams.” Luffy responds with all sincerity.

“…what if that person was me?” I speak softly afraid of what was about to happen next.

“Whatya mean? Ya gotta crush on me or somethin’?” He asks, eyes comically wide.

“Well, yeah Luffy, I have for a while now.”I admit with a shy smile on my face.

“Why’d ya not say anything before?!” He exclaims, throwing his arms into the air and stretching them far into the sky before snapping them back down to normal size.

“Ya mean I coulda been kissing ya this whole time?!” He yells, catching me completely off guard. I stumble back at how loud he was.

“Kissing me the whole time? What do you mean, Luffy?” I ask, brows knitted in confusion.

“I like you too! Silly!” He says, teeth in a wide grin as he pulls me in closer again.

“Never thought you saw me as anything more than the captain.” He states calmly, still smiling

“You really didn’t know I liked you? What about all the time we spent together, my blatant flirting?” I ask trying to find out if he truly didn’t know or not.

“Thought you did that with everyone!” He responds back.

“Nope, just you, rubber boy” I state honestly.

Luffy pulls me in closer, our noses touching at his point.

“Well, that’s settled then. You’re mine now.” He smiles and kisses my lips leaving my face to tint red and my own lips to curve up into a smile.

“Yeah, I guess it is settled then… I’m yours”

[meteor752]

Episode 8 thoughts

I’m scared

Philosophy with Edward, good start

He looks strangely cute honestly, like a very happy boy

Alright, random guy just aggressively “HMMMMMM”

You indoctrinating them into your sea cult Eddie?

Random guy being more aggressive, aight

At this point I had to leave for class, so like tbc for me

Okay I’m back!

Aww they hugging :)

Mans name is pop pop?

Okay it’s not

I adore Ed’s hair, but I think that’s a given here

Yeah okay mans is strugglin

Bye bye Eddie!

Prince boy is back…hurray

Spanish Jackie is absolutely slaying, I adore her

Aaaaaaaand, I have class again, jolly good

If I get called away again I’m gonna loose it

Oh great the stupid nose jar is back

Oh no Swede!!

Oh the bridge is back!

This is a strange friendship, but I kinda love it. The gay loser and bisexual girlboss is back

Let’s go Stede! Save your bestie!

Eddie nooooooooooooo

Eddie yessssssssssssss

Goth Ed is back, ready to avenge his bf

My god he looks fucking cool

OH THE KRAKEN

Izzy keeps on being the best character of the season

I think Prince boy has a crush on Izzy, just like the rest of the fandom

What you trynna do prince boy

“It’s about belonging to something when the world has told you you’re nothing” pirating keeps on being an allegory for the queer community, and it keeps being so sweet, especially to Izzy’s story

Wait when did Roach and Fang even get here?

THOSE LETTERS ARE NOT FOR YOU MISTER

Casually reading the letter while stabbing a guy, he just keeps on winning

The fanfics were right!!! He did find the letters!

“YOU WROTE ME A LOVELY LETTER!!” gurl saaaaaaame

THE BLACK BEACH!!

Girlboss is helping!!

STEARD!!!

Smooch!

I’m so soft…

That reunion is all I ever wanted out of this show actually

“For love!!” Stede we don’t deserve you

Don’t ya dare touch Lucius scarf!

Oh Auntie is alive!

When did Jim become the crew doctor? They are somehow worse at it than Roach I’d say

New trio to obsess over

Edward Teach canonically did a flip during a fight, my baby

They are both so supportive to their golden retriever friend/bf

Babe!!

“But you’re not a man. You’re soft” alright auntie

Trans Oluwande?

Izzy keeps saying eat the rich, and we stan him

Izzy!!!!!!! Hell yes!!!!

Oh oh my god

Please don’t tell me Swede died for that!

Oh okay no he’s like that princess bride dude, aight

Olu is a great support system

Ed is slaying in his gay ass sitting way

I DID NOT CONSENT TO HAVING A FULL BARE ARSE JUST DISPLAYED IN FRONT OF ME

Stede looks surprisingly sexy in that outfit

Alright, a little Archie Jim action, hell yeah

How come every time they kiss Izzy is just, in the background

THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD!!

Frenchie!

Girlbosses, all of them

HOLY FUCKING SHIT JIM

Aww, Eddie cares <3

Aww, Izzy does not care <3

Frenchie helps Izzy! Fuck do I ship that now?

If Izzy dies I’m gonna throw my computer

Izzy remains the best even while on deaths door

Wait he called him Eddie?

Okay I don’t have captions, so I have no idea what Izzy is saying here

WHAT ARE THEY SAYING?!?!

Okay I heard Twat

Something about family?

Oh my god…

Okay I’m not throwing my computer because it’s technically my school’s computer but like bruv

NO!!!

IZZY!!!!!!!!

Why him??????

Zheng apart of the crew? Ayo?

Stede don’t push it

WEDDING!!!

Why is Wee John officiating?

Maybe it’s because he’s Calypso

Oh no they’re all officiating that’s sweet

Mateys!!!

Roach is a doll

Frenchie is officially the first mate? Ayo???

INNKEEPERS!!!!!!!!!

Does that mean Frenchie is the captain??

The cravat!

Hi Buttons

Frenchie!

I think this is the first interaction Wee John and Frenchie has had all season, which is sad honestly

If we get a season 3, it better switch povs between The Revenge and Stede and Ed’s adventures as innkeepers, together with their pet bird Buttons and the ghost of Izzy

[shankschewtoy]

Ok hear me out ! Imagine Luffy falling for Buggy kid XD maybe reader was sailing alone to start their old crew only to join luffy’s crew how do you think Buggy would react that he’s kid is with stawhat , gosh I just see Shanks teasing him 🤣

a/n - right when I saw this. my purpose has been found 🫡 PLS THIS WOULD BE SO HILARIOUS OMG- TYSM FOR THE AWESOME REQUEST ANON YOU’VE BRIGHTENED MY DAY 😭😭😭💜💜

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, chaos

- Buggy was so proud that you’d set out alone to find your own crew!

- of course he’s a bit worried about your safety, but you had to literally beg him not to send one of his crew with you lmao

- you had to pinch his nose to get him to shut up about all the dangers out at sea

- “Dad. You’ve never followed those rules.”

- …

- “.. w-well! That doesn’t mean I can’t tell you to tell me to follow them right?!”

- “Uh- captain that doesn’t make sense-“

- “SHUT UP!”

- According to Buggy, no, he didn’t cry when you set off to sea

- according to his crew? um.. Let’s just say there was a flood on deck lmao

- you’re his only kid

- Ofc he’s gonna protect you as much as he can

- When you were born, his whole treasure obsession rlly changed, and he focused on you :)

- You promised him that you’d be back sometime!

- He was really happy about that, but got embarrassed when everyone was looking at him 😭

- It was on the sea where you met the guy who would change everything

- strawhat, scar, and quite an.. appetite

- Monkey D. Luffy

- The captain of the strawhat pirates

- Being raised by a strong pirate was enough to give you all the training you needed!

- you were already well-prepared to fight and do whatever you needed to do

- something about you was.. unique to Luffy

- why was he drawn to you?

- he had only just met you and he found himself staring at you

- he had no idea what to do! He’s never felt this way after all!

- it was the little things that gave it away to you

- He’d ask if you wanted to go explore with him! He always asked you first

- He’d share some meat with you, and will try his VERY HARDEST to refrain from taking yours

- But when you feed him some of it, it makes his whole life just a bit brighter than before

- He gives you his hat sometimes!

- AND- he will ride on your shoulders to surprise you lmao

- if he falls asleep, he usually dozes off on your shoulder :)

- you were falling for this rubber man, how could you not?

- it was just- perfect

- back to buggy

- Buggy was flipping through some of the new bounty posters, and he stumbled upon Luffy’s

- He scoffed with anger, throwing it angrily out of his hands, the next bounty he landed on made his eyes widen

- “Y/n?!”

- Man was shook

- His little y/n who had only set out to sea a couple months ago already had a bounty of 90,000,000?!

- he smiled proudly, showing all of his crew and bragging about you to them

- “See?? I never doubted y/n! I wasn’t even worried!”

- “captain. You were crying earlier about y/n-san..”

- *inaudible struggling from buggy the clown*

- “Captain! That looks like Strawhat behind y/n! Look!”

- Buggy squinted carefully at the poster, and he started screeching at the top of his lungs

- Suddenly, a den den mushi started ringing, and he stomped over to pick it up

- “Is this Buggy’s ship?” A familiar voice asked

- “Y/n?!”

- “Hey dad! I joined a pirate crew! Did you see my bounty??”

- Buggy couldn’t help but smile at your excitement, he always loved to see you so happy

- “Yeah I did, but why’s strawhat in the background?? Do you need help? You know I can beat any pirate in seconds!”

- “Oh! Luffy, say hi to my dad. I’m with Luffy and his crew now! I love him a lot :)”

- Buggy almost dropped the poor fucking snail

- “Oh!! Hey Buffooon!” -Luffy

- “IT’S BUGGY YOU ASSHOLE! WHY ARE YOU WITH MY KID?!”

- “Huh???? I love y/n! You can’t have her back! Blehhhhhh!” Luffy was literally sticking his tongue out at a snail 💀

- I don’t think buggy had ever been this infuriated before, with Luffy not you

- you never knew of your dad’s past struggles with this guy

- right before he could even say a word, the line disconnected, meaning the snail on the other end was interrupted

- Buggy had to literally take 4 deep breaths to keep himself from imploding 😭

- shanks managed to catch word of this (shanks knows all the tea- 💅)

- “ABAHHAHAAHAHAH! WOW BUGGY! NOW YOUR KID EVEN LIKES HIM AHSBHSBH!”

- shanks wasn’t sober at all

- I don’t think he ever is

- he made fun of Buggy for the rest of the month before Shanks got busy with government stuff

- Still, buggy was frustrated that his mortal enemy, Monkey D. luffy,

- was your fucking boyfriend

a/n - I always resort to writing random buggy things bec he makes me so happy 😭

<3

[zibiscusloon]

Finally finished all the new episodes! Therefore I’m screaming all my thoughts at you guys cause I’m a dumb mess and you guys are the only people who tolerate my gibberish!

Jailbroken

-Oh my poor sweet idiots..

-oh lord they’re trying to escape-

-Let them out of the gay baby jail box! They’ve done nothing wrong! >:(

-I will continue to argue the absurdity of Inkwell Isles justice system. Cupsy & Mugsy steal cookies: jail time. Saltbaker attempts three counts of murder: community service-

-Mugman would make the best of prison-

-Miss Cyclops my beloved 💕

-Mugsy immediately being down to get out when he saw Cuphead get upset was genuinely wholesome 💕 (the two fight a lot this season so I treasure every wholesome moment-)

-They’re happy to be grounded akajshsj lmao-

Charmed and Dangerous

-Boys you ain’t getting those cookies sweeties stop trying

-Chalice! 💛💛💛

-Of course she has a mob after her

-She continues to a master of manipulation. Good for her.

-the Goat-

-they fucking stole his car-

-Hilda!! 💕💕

-Aaaandd they crashed-

-Oh hey! The mob! :D wait that’s bad-

-“Remember when I said I was lying about the angry mob? Well, the funny thing is, I was lying about lying about the angry mob!”

-“And it’s true. Chalice is a lying grifting friend-abandoning thief who-“ well damn Mugsy go off I guess-

-Boo! 👻

A High Seas Adventure!

-This is probably one of my favorites-

-BOYS PUT THOSE SWORDS DOWN OH LORD-

-Brineybeard! :D my favorite simp!

-Y’all are sleeping on “Sweets for me Sweet”, it’s genuinely catchy-

-I strive to be that parrot, sassy lil shit-

-💕💕CALA MARIA 💕💕

-He’s so in love-

-“Cala Marrrria!! Hiiiiii!!”

-“You talk to much.” Her.. her voice 😳

-THEY BROKE HIS FUCKING LEGS-

-Yes! Slay Queen! We live a girl loving being an absolute monster!

-Same Mugsy-

-Briney is respectful and I feel everyone forgets that. Won’t call Cala anything she doesn’t wanna be called.

-Overall I was a huge Calabeard shipper back in like 2017 so this episode really made me happy-

-Mugsy’s a real pirate 💕🥹

Another Brother

-How the hell do they get into town now that I think about it- there’s a hug ass cliff there-

-Protective Mugsy-

-Ew Bowlboy-

-Boys please get along once this season-

-“Chess?!! Without helmets???!!!”

-He.. he wants to.. be.. Cuphead. Stay away from my boy you lil shit-

-Anddd goodbye Bowlboy! You creepy lil shit! (affectionate & derogatory)

Sweet Temptation

-And Cuphead knows no self restraint. Who’s really shocked.

-Mugsy how the hell is your Candy not expired. Also who the fuck eats candy like that-

-Cupsy got the boot 😔

-Hey! Sugarland!

-*gasp* BARONESS!! 💕💕

-She’s cursed? Can we get more of her lord please-

-Lmao Cupsy knows what’s up- I’m genuinely shocked he had enough common sense to know the classic lured to eat candy by some lady who wants to eat me routine-

-Gee. Wonder when these two specific rules will be broken.

-And they’re immediately broken.

-Oh lord she really is deranged-

-My lil gummy and ginger boys 🥺 oh lord don’t eat them-

-Whippet Creampup is genuinely scary what the hell-

-KETTLE NO-

The I Scream Man

-Mugsy faking sick- ..I can’t say shit I’ve done it before.

-“Errands!!” :D

-My boy wants to be a pirate so bad it’s so cute-

-Calamug shippers y’all are winning this episode with his lil crush. Not my cup of tea but good for y’all. ☺️

-Ice Cream Man- (derogatory)

-Imma be honest and say I honestly thought he was Bowlboy disguised to torment Mugman. He has Bowlboy vibes.

-MUGSY PUT THE CONE DOWN-

-Don’t throw sprinkles in my boy’s eyes!! >:v

-Aaaannnd reading ruined.

-DON’T YOU RUN MY BOY OVER- >:V

-His stupid ass hat-

-.. He spoiled the book. KILL HIM-

-Feral Mugman is best Mugman.

Piano Lesson

-Look at my baby 🥹 living his dream- oh it is a dream. Oh.

-My grandpa always sings this old song about crawdads and I may have hummed it the entirety of the episode because they kept showing up-

-Hey Ludwig! He’s an NPC guy! :)

-Bitch how is you’re limo that long-

-Moogman

-My baby is trying his best ok-

-As a former piano student. Yes Mugman. That instrument is actual hell ti get to sound right.

-Hey! Look at Cupsy! My boy doing great- 🥰 MUGMAN NO-

-“What have I told you about using my hedge trimmer’s to mutilate your brother?”

-And more unhinged Mugman-

-Ludwig! You dirty thief! >:V

-Oh lord and he’s fucking dead-

-That moment at the end was genuinely cute-

Release the Demons!

-My other favorite episode 💕

-Honestly I feel Devil on the anger issues- same dude- same-

-Henchman is trying his best-

-“And of course! He couldn’t name twinkle twinkle little star!!!!-“

-And.. they’re all dead-

-Lil baby Cuphead & Mugman- 🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹

-Their lil coats are so cute-

-💕DICE!!💕

-“And then he had this ..sweater! And it was invisible, and impenetrable, and dumb-“

-Dice Henchman friendship?-

-Hey! I like the funny lil round boy! Hope nothing bad happens to him! (I was soon to be wrong-)

-I love how the gate to Hell is just.. there. Anyone in Inkwell Isles can just go through it.

-Dice you gotta get in your work to!

-And he’s a smooth talker like always

-Have I mentioned how cute Cuphead & Mugman are this episode?

-NOOOO!! LIL ROUND BOY!! DICE WHY-

-Devil in a towel Devil in a towel Devil in

-The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?!- 👀

-annndd they want pie.

-Cuphead is (legally) free!! :D (Devil clearly doesn’t care but I’m still happy for my boy)

-Stickler you bold lil shit-

-I’ve actually been wondering if the sweater affected all demons or just the Devil. So this answers my question.

-This episode exists to ruin Devil’s day.

Dead Broke

-Chalice! 💛 my favorite spooky girl!

-ICE CREAM MAN- (double derogatory)

-This plan actually completely works on paper. Just saying.

-Sally Stageplay!! :D she’s rocking her outfit can I just say- slay Queen!

-“Do you have any idea what’s it like to be stuck in the same house as your sibling, day in and day out?” “Yep.” Felt that-

-Feel this is supposed to be a reference to how Chalice kept getting kidnapped by ghosts in the game.

-NO!! MY BABIES ICE CREAM MONEY-

Rat’s All Folks!

-Well damn Elder Kettle what that fly ever do to you-

-Aw they’re making him a cake (oh. It’s so he’ll do something for them. Seems about right.)

-Werner Werman!! The bastard! :D

-“We don’t know that’s how he got in.” “That’s how I got in.”

-Cheeky bastard-

-He ate the cake!! >:V damnit-

-Stop torturing my boys please-

Say Cheese

-Another fight

-AMUSEMENT PARK- MOVIES- AMUSEMENT PARK- MOVIES- AMUSEMENT PARK- MOV-

-Look at them in their dumb lil suits-

-Kettle’s dark origin story-

-OH LORD WHERE’D HE GET A FLAMETHROWER- (He just.. has that in the back of his truck??)

-Guess it’s bully Elder Kettle hours

-Mugman who’s side are you on-

-Kettle put the golf club down-

-I like that bee cop lady-

-Oh my gosh they’re still wanted-

-Shouldn’t the statue of limitation on Kettle’s charges be up?? I don’t know the statue on limitation on arson but he did that in his youth and he’s an ol grandpa now-

-Yeah! Family mugshots! :D

Lost in the Woods

-This whole episode is just the grasshopper and the ant in some way

-Don’t split up- annnddd they split.

-Cupsy just get bullied by wildlife for 14 minutes

-Lil feral Cuphead lil lil feral Cuphead lil fer-

-How the hell did he- Mugsy you should go into real estate! Look how quick you made that cabin!

-Mugsy tries to kill Cuphead this season: Part 2!

-Cuphead’s such a lil gremlin this episode-

The Devil’s Pitchfok

-My other favorite episode! (That also hurts me-)

-It’s a beautiful day in Inkwell Hell! *distant screaming*

-Devil is such a pathetic lil cat man- feel that-

-The writer is- audacious- I mean go off dude write an article dissing the fucking Devil-

-He deserves to have fun! :D burn that city down!

-Mugsy is just the type of older brother who unknowingly embarrasses you-

-Devil & Henchman getting all giddy about Devil’s work is genuinely so wholesome-

-De-Dev you forgot something- andddd he’s gone. This won’t go horribly wrong.

-And they found it- oh lord now there’s fire-

-Mugsy, sweetie, never change.

-Think they’ve just killed people with pasta

-He made Mount Mugmore! 🥹 That’s so cute- oh hi Devil.

-Mugsy & Cupsy bully Devil, part.. uh.. lost track at this point.

-“Goodbye to Cuphead.”

-NOOOOOOOOO!!

-Dude the fucking guilt on his face-

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

[getranched]

coulddddd we have a rundown of the habitants of the ranch?

Well I'm not sure about every single being who makes this (cosmic nightmare) house a home

But I'm sure we can give you a good rundown!(also PSA this account does deal with unreality so if that kind of thing messes with you be careful)

First up is the Ranch itself! A mimic in its final stage of life! They normally become dungeons or haunted houses but this lovely guy had the (mis)fortune to become a familiar with Moon in around the 1700's I'm pretty sure. And as a fully adult mimic it spawns thousands of baby mimics which end up replacing our furniture and the like.

EREN INTERJECTION i’m eren, OR RIJU, a shapeshifter. i just live here idk. i have a friend who’s a burmese python but he doenst live here. uhmm yeah idk i just eat the food in the fridge and sometimes i’ll throw bits of my fresh kills in there too. idk uhmm yeah im friends w everyone here except for like. FD maybe?? but he doesnt live here i dont think….

tbh i dont really keep up with who comes in and who doesnt HAHA im usually in my room playing with bones or reading when im here at the ranch

Twi interjection! I'm Twilight (or just Marth) i'm just kind of here, and if i'm not, i'm tending to my acnh island Tabantha. (Also this account is being shared between 15 or less people, some are more active than others and their individual accounts are being followed by this one)

Is it really an interjection if everybody’s doing it when nobody else is typing? Who knows! I’m Vivian, local semi-moth humanoid and god/dess of the Lost and the Traveling on occasion. Unlike most local chumps deities, I am a multiversal being, which means I am THE deus ex machina in any given situation, and like to Borrow from other universes. cough cough: ner beskar’gam. Also, I have a sapient AI living in “my” spaceship (which is legally his, don’t tell xem), just for funsies

This is Sky now. I'm not really supposed to be in this galaxy, I crash landed in the front yard on one of my spaceships. I tried apologizing to the landlord but we ended up throwing hands, not my fault. Eventually I stayed at the Ranch tho. Hobbies: leading prison breaks, motorcycle rides, eating lightbulbs for the sake of trolling, antagonizing gods, blasting my friends into space. Ended up adopting a demon cat guy. (Vivian note: this is not the catboy incubus. This is a different demon cat guy) (Sky note: Yeah, my boy is the cat butler, the other catboy is a pain in my ass) (Vivian again: and a pleasure in mine)

This is Luna! I am the goddess of horses and all things related. I spend most of my time as a horse (sometimes a centaur) AND I AM NOT A CHUMP VIVI! anyway I used to run an empire ages ago before it was destroyed, and I got sealed away. I have Twi to thank for breaking my seal! Nowadays I'm restarting my cult (its horse girls mostly rn) and fixing horse races. If you ever see a horse say hello it might be me.

Heyo! I'm saria, local milf. I have deer antlers because some grass god decided it'd be cool to mix the local humans with deer. (to be fair, he was right.) I'm mostly human, though. I stream bloodborne because that game reminds me of my found family and my village. I'm still piecing together what happened to my people, but for now I bake, garden, and play my silly little video game. catch me having tea with a succubus and a doll on tuesdays and shopping with a horse on thursdays.

Hi! I'm Wild! I was Moons first kid after my dog and I accidently ended up in this world, escaped jail, and hid in her man eating garden. Most of the time, I sail the seas of my home world and have the best adventures with the greatest pirate crew u could ever imagine. But, I do come visit home from time to time, too, thanks to my crystal that lets me travel through time and space. Somebody's gotta bedazzle FD's tools and give Moon a headache, ya kno?

Yormp here! I’m not totally sure who I am, I’m working on it. Moon says I’m a creature of my own choice, but I’m not too sure about that. Before I was an omen of war, and my friends called themselves pestilence, conquest, and death. Then I died, some time passed, I don’t remember it all, got cursed to be an otter for a bit, and met Moon. Now? I’m just going to college. Learning a little. If I really do get to choose, I think I’ll choose not to be War reborn this time.

Oh… and uhh. Goose.

Hmmm? OH it's my turn! Hey hey hey! I am (the) Sun Sun Sun and when you're with me everything is fun fun fun!. I'm Moon's counter part. We share a body, we share a mind, we are the same person, but not quite! Much like Moon I am also a clown, but instead of resembling a porcelain doll I have the body of a goat (sorta)! You can think of me as Moon's opposite! We may not agree on much, but we do hold our family very dear to us! I'm also referred to as a father and much like Moon, I don't mind what I'm called! Speaking of Moon, she wants her turn to speak now!

Hello, dearest traveler,

It seems you have found our home. I'm (the) Moon. I am the one that eats many gods in this world. But do not worry, it is strictly business. As of this moment, I have taken the form of a porcelain clown. This body was provided to me by a dear friend. I am also referred to as the father of many Ranch residents. Though I am called a father, and might be referred to as Mr. Vilon, I do not care much for what I am referred to as. Most use she/her.

[Psst. Moon. Don't forget to tell them some house rules!]

Ah yes... While you are here traveler, be sure keep some things in mind:

- Mind your teeth and your belongings, else they might be stolen

- Remember to keep your feet off the grass. The plants get hungry after a certain time.

- Not everything is what it seems. I'm sure you will become familiar with our mimics both big and small.

- Do not assume a door, hallway, or stairwell will take you to the same place twice.

- The void will always listen to your troubles.

- Do not pet the cats. Some are... not the kind that you want the attention of. Or maybe they are. That's up to you.

- And most importantly, remember, that sometimes, it is better to stay lost than to be found.

Enjoy your visit,

The Vilons

[supermarine-silvally]

Well, this turned out angstier than I intended lol but at least I kept it to under 1000 words!

Summary: An innocent question from Perona leads to Yara unleashing some of her anger at her father, unaware of who might be listening.

Caution: Spoilers for the Marineford arc ahead. Tagging @oneirataxia-girl and @auxiliarydetective because you guys know what happens but fair warning to anyone who doesn't know how that arc ends.

“So what’s the deal, anyways?” Perona asked as she floated by the couch. “With you and ol’ Hawky, I mean.”

Yara shrugged and continued running the cloth up and down Yoake’s thin blade, wiping off the humandrill blood. “What’s there to say? I’m only here to get stronger so I can kill Teach and that magma bastard.”

“Yeah, but he’s your dad, isn’t he?”

“Only in a biological sense.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Let’s get something straight, ghost princess.” Yara glanced up for a second, meeting Perona’s eyes before returning to cleaning her sword. “Dracule Mihawk might be my father, but there’s only one man who I recognize as my dad-- and that’s Edward Newgate. He loved us-- all sixteen-hundred of us-- like we were his own children, which is more than I can say for certain other people.”

“Harsh.”

“Not as harsh as abandoning your baby at a convent and cutting all contact with her for the next nineteen years.”

Perona stopped. “Oooh, damn. Is that what he did to you?”

“Pretty much, yeah. I guess my existence became too inconvenient for becoming the World’s Greatest Swordsman or whatever.” Yara let out a bitter laugh. “Which, you know what? I could almost forgive. Being a pirate is dangerous, and he doesn’t have a crew, so it’s not like he could just hand me off to someone else to look after while he goes and does sword things. So, sure. Leave me to spend the next thirteen years getting yelled at by nuns. But he never kept in touch. Never checked up on me, or gave me any indication about who I even was. I had no idea he was my father until I was about eight, and even finding that out was a complete coincidence.”

“What happened?”

“I discovered an old bounty poster at a market one day with his face on it, from before he joined the Seven Warlords. As soon as I saw his eyes…” She trailed off, before shaking her head. “I knew I finally had something of an answer to the question I’d been asking myself my entire life. When I showed it to the Mother Superior, she confirmed my suspicions. …That was a strange day. I went from being a nameless orphan with a funny eye to the daughter of one of the most powerful pirates roaming the seas, all before dinner.”

Yara dropped the bloodied cloth onto the floor and picked up a clean one, gently massaging it against the black blade. “I used to hate my left eye, you know. I didn’t understand why I looked like this, only that it made the other kids stare at me as if there was something wrong with me. For the longest time, I wore an eyepatch over it. Both to hide my association with Mihawk, and to keep people from thinking I was some sort of freak.” A sad smile rose to her lips, her tone softening. “Ace changed that. It was the first time anyone had ever made me feel beautiful.”

But as soon as the smile came, it vanished. “Not that it matters now. Ace is gone. Pops is gone. Most of the Whitebeard Pirates are gone. Perhaps being Mihawk’s daughter is all I have left.”

Perona opened her mouth as if to say something, but closed it again, apparently changing her mind and letting Yara continue. 

“Damn Mihawk. What pisses me off the most is that the man acts like he’s never had a challenge in his entire life,” the young swordswoman muttered, raising her blade in the air and studying it under the light. “But you know what would’ve really been a challenge? Maybe alleviated some of that infamous boredom of his? Raising his fucking child. I think he probably expected me to find out about him somehow and then show up in twenty years to throw down the gauntlet, but if he thinks I want anything to do with him beyond strengthening my swordplay and haki, then he’s delusional. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of a real fight.”

Yara lowered Yoake, placing it down on the couch beside her before giving the scabbard a quick wipe. “Ace and I used to talk about our shitty fathers all the time, and while his situation was terrible and I can’t even begin to imagine the pressure that was put on him his entire life, at least Gold Roger had the courtesy to be fucking dead. Mihawk couldn’t even give me that much.”

Perona’s eyes widened. “Uh, Yara--”

“--And you know what? If I could snap my fingers and change it so that he died while my mother lived, I would do it in a heartbeat. I don’t regret being born, but I do regret having such a useless father who couldn’t even do the bare minimum and send me the occasional birthday card.”

“Ya-ra.” Perona tapped her finger into the air twice, indicating towards something across the room. 

Yara turned around. Standing just behind her was Mihawk, his expression unreadable.

She leapt to her feet like a startled cat, meeting his stoic gaze with a ferocious glare. “What do you want?!”

Mihawk did not flinch. “Your observation haki needs some improvement,” was all he said. 

Yara’s eyes narrowed, a fierce, hot anger bubbling in her chest. “Oh, fuck you,” she spat, allowing it to boil over. “I’m glad you heard all that. You’ll never be even half the father Whitebeard was.” Whirling around, she slid Yoake back into its scabbard and stormed off. 

Silence descended upon the room as Mihawk and Perona watched her go. Zoro, who had arrived at the door behind Mihawk, did a prompt one-eighty-degree turn and quickly left.

[charmante-mp3]

Pieces of Eight - II.

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Warnings; - Hints at kidnapping/abuse . - *cough* male!pirate!reader x royalty!Hongjoong *cough* - ~ This symbol stands for pov/time changes. (Not Edited. Correction my works will never be edited.) 1.1k

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I. II. III.

I paced around the captains quarters, Hongjoong sat in my seat. His head was down as I was lost in thought.

“You really don’t remember why you were there?” I asked. I tried to wrap my head around it trying to find out if the name Kim Hongjoong was familiar to me. Unfortunately, I didn’t find any thought.

“I don’t. I remember being in the dark before I was pulled out of it and pain. After that I was left on that island hot and dehydrated,” He let me know as far as he remembered.

“I have to talk to my crew mates about this, they may know something with your name,” I sighed. I kept his name to myself as he requested, I guess the others intimidated him. I did at first but I constantly assured him no harm would come. Once I mentioned helping him go home, the trust slowly started to set in. 

“But what if I’m someone you guys want to kill,” He whispered out.

“I made a promise no harm would come to you, even if you were you clearly can’t remember it,” I told him, placing my hands and leaning down slightly. While he was across from me, he finally looked up to meet my eyes.

He muttered out an ‘okay.’ I left the quarters and asked Seonghwa to gather everyone to meet on the main deck. I stood there waiting, the first to arrive was Yeosang, Mingi, and Yunho. Being the most eager to hear about this unknown person. Finally, San, Wooyoung, and Jongho followed behind Seonghwa. 

“Before I say his name, I order that no harm is to come of him,”

~

Feet quietly crept on the deck, going unnoticed by the crew still awake in the night. Winces were heard at every step as the wrap on his stomach pulled at his wound. He remembered being on a pirate ship once, only knowing pirates were the reason he was put in this state. Although Kim Hongjoong had no idea where they took him from, he knows glimpses of torture they put him through. Hesitantly peeking over the side of the ship, looking for any possible escape.

“We could always throw you over if you’d rather be out there,” A voice startled the already frightened man. A lanky figure stood behind him, a mischievous smirk on his face. Hongjoong was frozen, realizing once again he was in the middle of the sea surrounded by pirates. 

“Wooyoung leave him alone,” A man with short blonde hair approached. 

“But Seonghwa, I wanna meet our new crewmate,” He pouted at the other, which responded with a sigh.

“Let’s get you back to the captain’s quarters before everyone else surrounds you like fresh meat,” Seonghwa said towards the cowering male. Hongjoong could feel his heart drop at that comment and hesitantly followed Seonghwa. As they walked away you could hear the snickers from Wooyoung. 

~

“I met our new friend,” Wooyoung said plopping down in his hammock as he spoke to the other four members that were present. 

“So did I,” Yunho mumbled, Yeosang nodding in agreement. 

“Technically I met him unconscious,” Mingi said.

“That doesn’t count. Are we the only ones who haven’t” San said, shuffling out of his own hammock and gesturing to Mingi and himself. 

“I don’t think Jongho has, but you should’ve seen him, he was scareder than a mermaid on land,” Wooyoung cackled as everyone just shook their heads.

~

“Found him captain,” Seonghwa said as he walked into the room. I was nose deep in the map San had made as they walked in.

“I don’t think you’re ready to meet my crew, you already look like a kicked puppy. Wooyoung will only make it worse,” I chuckled out, knowing Wooyoung would tease the man. 

“You’ll never believe who I found him with then,” Seonghwa said, implementing Wooyoung had already poked at the newbie. 

“Aish, then there’s really no point in hiding you. Seonghwa go to sleep, you and Wooyoung shouldn’t even be awake as day crew,” I said to my quartermaster. Night crew only consisted of Jongho and I, sometimes San would join us. The others took over come daybreak so the night crew could at least rest, which was rare for myself. Seonghwa then left after his lecture on how I never rest, leaving Hongjoong and I in the room. 

“You can use my bed over there, I promise it’s a lot more comfortable than sand,” I could see him nervously darting his eyes everywhere. 

“You remember anything?” I figured I’d ask since he wasn’t moving, from his spot. I assumed he hadn’t but the widening of his eyes once they met mine proved me wrong.

“Tell me, or you might be stuck here my friend,” I said, straightening myself and putting all attention on the cowering male.  

“I remember being on a pirate ship once,” 

“Ah so you are from another ship,” I said assuming an altercation had happened from an opposing crew. However, it hadn’t made much sense considering the state we found him in. The shake of his head only drove me farther in my confusion.

“I don’t think I was welcomed as their crew,” His voice was quieter this time and I had realized why the man feared us as pirates. 

~

He was running, but from what? Or to who? His feet were bare, being scratched by rocks and twigs. Rough hands had gripped the male, stopping him from running any further.

“You’ll make a fine penny, Kim Hongjoong,” 

~

The male jumped up, sleep leaving every crevice of his body. He took in where he was, no longer running through fire or chained in a cell. The captain of the ship he was on sat mere inches away from him. Hongjoong could see him breathing shallowly, signaling he was sleeping. He had calmed his breathing. His body wanted him to sleep once again, but his mind was still racing at the dream. Hongjoong had been sitting up for a while, eyes still trained on the captain, trying to figure out if that was a dream or memory. Voices in the distance snapped him out of it. Slowly climbing out of the cot, he took a glance around the room. After taking in the maps, books, and treasures his eyes landed back on the captain.

‘He’s very attractive for a pirate,’ Hongjoong thought. Although startled by the realization he kept his eyes trained on the captain. It set in that he was slumped over his desk as he had taken the captain's bed. Trying to get rid of his fear, he set out to find Seonghwa since he wasn’t in any shape to guide the captain to his cot.

[sanaserena]

“Will you stay still! I still need to turn you into mashed potato!” Aurora snarled.

But of course, that was too much to ask.  It was like telling hot chilli not to be hot!  Or pretending that a green charleston chili didn’t have the potential to be spicy.  Anyone who knew their foods, knew that never say never was more likely!

“So, out of curiosity,” Kid said, grinning widely, grabbing a random person nearby as a shield.  “Who got more drunk?”

Aurora’s rock hit Kid square in the face.  

She heard a “ Fuck!” and launched herself at him, shoving the innocent bystander away, and sat on Kid, fisting his shirt once again.  It was such a long way away from the first time they met, and it had been Kid who had been shaking her.  Well payback was a bitch.

“Drake did!” She shook him once.

Kid blinked, his grin died.  “What really?”

“Yes damn it.”  She dragged his face close to hers. “Because every time I said something, he chose to drink instead of answering.”

“Seriously?  What kind of game were you both playing?” he asked, confused, for one second forgetting that Aurora was straddled over him, furious.

“The let’s-see-if-I-could-make-him-regret-it game.  That whole day was the worst date I’ve ever been on, you miserable, limp, over boiled spinach!”  

Kid frowned. “Wait, wait, wait…If he was blushing, what the hell did you ask?”  

Aurora just blinked at him.  “That’s all you can focus on?”

“Was redhead there?”

“On my date with Drake?” She looked at him pointedly. 

“Well she seems like the type to make a guy red in the face.”

“Is your head in the gutter?” Aurora crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Yeah, but seriously, what would make that lizard man blush?”

“She asked if I wanted to play a strip drinking game,” said a much too familiar voice behind Aurora, surprisingly calm.  “And whether I’d prefer to see her naked or Joy, whether I preferred a girl to take her bra off under her shirt or shirt off but bra on, whether I preferred shirt off or pants off underwear still on, what my favourite sex position is, and what positions I liked best, and many, many other questions I now understand were meant to scare me off.  Oh, and she told me that she recently enjoyed your oh-so-expensive rum while playing a strip game with a former Admiral.”

Kid looked stunned.

Aurora jerked around, blushing badly.  What the hell was Drake doing here?  And how the hell did he say all that so calmly? 

Drake was standing there, arms also folded over his chest, looking resolved, despite the furious blush at his neck.  Aurora hadn’t expected to see him again!

“You—” Kid growled, spotting Drake.  “Get your little girlfriend off me!”

“I’m not his girlfriend!” Aurora said.  

“Oh that’s right, because you’re a food obsessed little monster!  You need to get off me!  I can't believe you used my rum on a stripping game.  Thought you of all people would have appreciated it!”

"Actually it was the drinking game not the strip game," Aurora said looking at both Kid and Drake pointedly. "And don't be a baby, we sold the rest if that makes you feel better!"

Kid gaped.  "Are you fucking kidding me, you little monster!"

Aurora ignored him. “Why are you here?” she asked Drake.

“I’m coming with you.”

“What?” Aurora and Kid said at the same time, one in surprise, and the other in horror.

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"Aurora throws rocks at Kid in interrogation, Drake appears scene" from Ch 54 of my collab semi-canon divergent fic with @legacyofafox, Two Devils and the Toughest Pirates on the Seas: A How-to Guide on Teasing over on AO3 (X Drake x OC pairing (Aurora, my character for the fic); Eustass Kid and Aurora are frenemies at best)

[mugiwara-communications]

Ace X S/O: Admiral Partner.

Thanks for the magic prompt, Anon! They requested "a reaction on the monster trio and ace (+ the reaction of their crew, if possible..) with an admiral s/o, and they have a secret relationship".

Read the rest here! Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace.

Warning: Marineford, but no donuts because this isn't that kind of bakery. WC: 1.55K

“Oh, Mr.Portgas, thank you for saving me, I was completely blindsided (by your naked chest) by the sun! That I missed (your strong arms around me) the reef! And I (oogled your ass) ended up getting stuck in a whirlpool! Whatever can I ever do to repay you for saving me?” Strike a seductive pose and pretend you know what you're doing, despite the masked man behind giving you a thumbsdown. It’s all good, Ace has no idea what you are trying to do either.

Ace is kind enough and the right amount of himbo to trust you, he doesn’t care that the little boat, recently dubbed ‘The Striker’, doesn’t fit three people. Ace felt like he couldn’t just leave you stranded in the waters, he had to help you. Dropping you off at the nearest island, you headed back to the Marine base thinking about the young man who saved you.

You went to the bar that night with a few coworkers, figuring a drink or two would get the chest of your dreams out of your mind. But fate has kinder options when you open the bar door to see the tavern freaking out about a man fainting in his food.

Trained in CPR, you place your hands on his chest and give him mouth-to-mouth… Or a second of lip touching until he rams his forehead into your nose. The subtle taste of fried rice and blood lingers on your mouth long after he wakes up. Recognizing the man as the ‘someone’ who saved you, you can’t help but taunt him.

“Tell me you didn’t do that to catch my attention? Saved me so I save you?"

“There’s an Angel holding my boobs, I’m already in heaven.”

One drink turns into a few, turns into several, to bottles later, you wake up in the morning with a written note, in a doctor’s scrawl, on your arm.

“Sorry for last night, Ace just burns through alcohol, he forgets not everyone is resilient. Here’s my Den Den number, you can talk to him later. (Don’t worry, nothing bad happened.) -M. Deuce"

“Oh, Mr.Deuce, you deserve so many good days."

In the months following up, you get stuck into work so much that most Den Den calls end with you falling asleep before the narcoleptic. Not being able to talk about your job made it vague on both ends, but the subtlety wasn’t lies.

Maybe you were too blinded by his pearly white smile that you didn’t connect ‘Fire Fist Ace’ was the same ‘Portgas D Ace’ you’ve been talking to for a year and a half, until the news crossed your desk that the Spade Pirates joined the Whitebeard Pirates. The call that night was tense.

“You’re a pirate…”

“Yeah, I am… Is that an issue?”

“Oh… No. Not to me. But, I’m a Marine. Is that an issue?”

“No. Not to me.”

Okay, so… New step in the relationship. You have to pretend y’all broke up or he died to get people off your back, now that you’re no longer talking to the handsome man who saved your life. Everyone thinks you’re mourning or something, and lets you stay home from weddings or bar nights. Don’t need you in a relationship after the ‘last one’ was so perfect. Ace makes sure the only person who even knows your name is Deuce, no one on either crew knows you occupy all of his brain.

Throwing yourself into work, you didn’t see yourself becoming an Admiral until the name ‘Shirouma’ was given to you by the old white guys that run the world. ‘White Horse’, as if it was corny enough, the Marine ship they honored you with… has a white horse figurehead. Not intimidating in the slightest. But Ace would enjoy a laugh every time he was able to catch a glimpse of it. Maybe you wouldn’t change it if you got to hear his laugh every time you chased him… Maybe.

During one of your totally normal Marine work days, you got the loving pleasure to go to Holy Land Mary Geoise and meet with the Seven Warlords of the Sea. You get the honors of helping to choose the pirate who will replace Crocodile. You remember Ace talked about his younger brother, Luffy, enough you connected the dots of how Crocodile fell and who beat him.

You thought about recommending ‘Strawhat’ Luffy or maybe Ace again, simply to make it easier to talk to him. But the meeting was interrupted when a tall man in a top hat had to recommend his own captain. Despite being an unknown man, the name 'Marshall D. Teach’ was one you knew quite very well. You try to get the man forgotten, but the idea of sending a man to the Holy Land was just ballsy enough for him to get chosen.

Ace gets captured by the Blackbeard pirates, and Teach gets the Warlord position. There was little you could do. You couldn’t protect him, you couldn’t save him. The second he was sent to Impel Down you knew it was going to be a war. Whitebeard would come for his son, and you didn’t know if anyone knew you and Ace were together.

Nine a.m., the day of his execution, you stood on the main boat that would transport him to Marineford for his death. When you first saw each other, it was hard not to cry. You had never seen him so broken and enraged, hearing his brother had broken into the prison left you with two choices; the one he wanted you to make, to save Luffy, and the one you wanted to make, save Ace

Leading Ace by the chains, you attacked the ones around him first. You weren’t an Admiral for show, you are stronger than that average Marine, you had to be. There were seventy Marines on the boat, over fifty guards of Impel Down, and a secondary unknown Marine ship coming up behind yours. Over a hundred people… versus You.

You didn’t have the power of Haki, it wasn’t a gift you unlocked yet. You didn’t have a strong enough Devil Fruit to combat Logia, Paramecia, and Awakened Zoan at the same time. All you had were your fists and a brain.

Hearing the sea part behind you, the outline of a giant whale opened, and out flew a firey blue bird. Raising your head, he dove to you and you felt talons grip into your arm. Hearing Whitebeard laugh over the sea, you begged for the man to show up.

The last thirty-seven times you called Ace’s personal Den Den Mushi, the call either failed to go through or was answered and ended. You cried when on the thirty-eighth call, a familiar voice answered you. “Combustion.”

“Spontaneous. Deuce, it’s been three years. Have you written me a good book yet?” The only member of the former-Spade and current-Whitebeard pirates to know who you are, the masked man was enough to convince Whitebeard and Marco to trust in you, despite you admitting to be a marine and one of the Admirals.

Sitting on the Moby Dick, well after Ace was saved and Luffy was in a food coma in his big brother’s lap, you leaned against his shoulder. Some of the pirates looked at you from the corner of their eyes, but when Deuce hugged you and let you cry into his shoulder, the crew figured letting you on the ship was… fine.

Well, not by a lot. But for now, you were happy to be in the arms of the man you love.

You got asked one “Why did you answer the call with ‘Combustion’ and ‘Spontaneous’?”

“Because of this.” Leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss to Ace’s nose, a large flare came from the top of his head and engulfed his hat. His brain reset for a second before he pulled the cowboy hat off and started waving it. Covering his red face, you attempted to kiss him again.

The months after Ace’s rescue, you left the Marines. Lying and saying the Whitebeard pirates appeared from nowhere and took everyone out, it was too much for you to deal with. Living with Ace on the ship was a dream, neither good nor bad.

Original members of Whitebeard’s crew didn’t let you alone with the man they called Pops, you had to be escorted anywhere and everywhere, anytime you had to make a call was recorded and in face with Marco. With Ace healing and the news of his unknown long-time partner being a marine, saving him just after he was sentenced to die, and then magical Admiral Partner quiting their luxurious job to stay with him. It sounded fake. They didn’t believe it; you had to have been a ruse for them to lower their guard so the real Admirals can show up and kill both Ace and Whitebeard.

After dinner one night, Marco went to check on his little brother in his room. He paused outside the gently cracked door and peaked in. Bathed in candlelight and moonlight, two figures slow dance to no music. With just the feeling of their own heartbeats and whispers unheard, the big brother bird figured you were trustworthy enough.

[primusfortuna]

Prologue ⟡ Black Summer (01)

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“Vacation with the Fairies”

Blue skies, blue waters. All across the sunkissed white sands, you can hear the voices of vacation-goers having great fun.

Today, I’ve arrived in Ancyra, the Land of Pirates—

—Well, their branch of The World Guild Federation.

Fidel: ...My lady.

Emma: Yes?

Fidel: According to my memory, you stated that you would be taking a holiday over these next few days.

Emma: I did, but I’m delaying it a little. I was asked if I could help out at work...

Fidel: ......

Emma: ...Don’t look at me like that. They’re setting up more branches around the world every year. And they’re all shorthanded.

Fidel: I suppose it’d have been impossible for you to refuse. Your heart is soft to a fault, after all.

Fidel: Unlike a certain chef I know, I trust that you won’t overwhelm yourself to the point of a breakdown.

Emma: I-I’ll be fine. Thank you for worrying about me, Fidel.

Fidel: It’s no matter to me. However, you do have one problem... him.

Fuzz: No, no, no, no, no, NO WAY!!

Fuzz: You know I’ve been so, so excited ever since I heard you’re going on break!!

Fuzz: I wanted to go on a date, just the two of us! Especially since Emilio’s not around!!

Fidel: Fuzz. I will not have you disturbing my lady.

Fuzz: Mmgh... I’m not trying on purpose... but anyway...

Fuzz: What’s your deal with Emma-chan, Fidel? You’re aaalways clinging to her like glue—it makes me sick.

Fidel: I do not care to hear that from you. Nor do I care what you may think of me. I am merely her butler.

Fuzz & Fidel: ......

Emma: (I feel like... the tension is getting thick.)

Radius: Hey, little lamb. What’s all this fuss about? Finally decided you’ll be my pet?

Emma: Mm, you’re off by a lot there.

Radius: I guess you’re working again, then? Still not bored of all this, huh?

Radius: I say you toss all that in the sea and listen to me sing. It’ll put you in a most magical mood.

Emma: I appreciate the thought, but I can’t just throw my work in the sea. Plus, Sheila would get mad if I illegally dumped anything.

Radius: Ha, you’re as stiff as ever. I’d make it so easy for you if you just agreed to be my pet.

Radius: Hey... Enough of this, yield yourself to me. Let me indulge you, and I’ll take the greatest care of you.

Emma: T-Too close, Radius!

Fuzz: Excuse me! What are you doing!? Get away from Emma-chan! Far, far away! Now!

Fidel: ...My lady is terribly busy. She has no time to be entertaining dark fairies such as yourself, Radius.

Radius: Can’t I just be worried about my little lamb? She’s been working so hard, who knows what might happen to her.

Radius: If you’re really her butler, why don’t you take over her work, even by force, so she can have a break?

Fidel: I am effectively monitoring for any signs of overexertion. As her butler, I know my lady better than anyone else.

Fidel & Fuzz & Radius: ......

Emma: Um, guys. I’m not drowning myself in work... I just delayed my break. I promise I’ll still take it.

Emma: After I finish helping here, I’m planning to go to Yoka Island to unwind.

Fuzz: Yoka Island?

Emma: Yeah, it’s a resort destination. You can take a boat from here to get there. The members of this branch gave me a free ticket as a thank-you.

Fuzz: ! Then get it all done!! Get it done in a single second~♪

Fidel: ...I shall help you, my lady. Please complete your work promptly so you may enjoy your vacation.

Radius: Haha, did you listen to anything I said?

Fidel: It is my duty as a butler to assist my lady. You are attention-seeking dark fairies. We are not the same.

Fuzz: Huhh!? I can do stuff like helping too!

Radius: There’s no need to help her in the first place. I could just sing, and everyone here will forget all about their work. Easy and done.

Emma: That won’t solve the root of the problem, Radius!

And so, I ended up with three surprise assistants at work today—

In a flash, we finished up the tasks I was covering for, then we disembarked at Yoka Island.

Fuzz: Yay! A date with Emma-chan~♪

Fidel: Watch that you don’t get too carried away, Fuzz.

Radius: You say that, but you look ready to kick back and relax yourself.

Fidel: I have merely coordinated an outfit appropriate for a vacation.

Emma: Hehe. Thank you everyone. You really helped me out.

Fuzz: No problem~! But anyway...

Fuzz: Hey hey, what’re we doing first? I wanna do eeeverything you wanna do, Emma-chan!

Fidel: I have committed all information on Yoka Island to memory. Allow me to offer you an efficient plan to enjoy your experience.

Radius: Give me some time with you. It’s an owner’s job to reward his pet. I’ll be sure to pamper you well.

Fidel & Fuzz & Radius: Let us be off. / Come on! / Let’s go.

My heart flutters as my vacation with the three of them begins.

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