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standfucker · 1 year ago

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Absolute Zero

Characters: Charlotte Perospero

Reader: AFAB (referred to as a girl by Perospero, but can be read as NB or untransitioned)

Word Count: 6.1k

CW: *dark content*, explicit NS.FW content, noncon, suffocation, throatfucking, nipple licking, oral (receiving)

Summary: Perospero held the reins to your worst fears coming true, and he had pulled until you could do nothing but break.

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-Thanks to @quinloki for the beta! It really helped polish this up.-

Taking on an Emperor was never a decision to be made lightly, but it was the driving force that pushed you and your brother since you were young. You didn’t have the numbers, but you would amass the necessary strength over the years, rising to power as fearsome pirates in your own right. Between your Colors of Arms and your brother’s Colors of Observation, you co-captained a small but mighty crew, and when the time was right, you began your attacks on Totto Land.

Your personal war with the Charlotte Family started out one-sided–the Emperor barely saw you as a threat back then. But that was all part of the plan. Not taking you seriously meant you could make mistakes and survive, all the while gaining valuable information on their battle tactics. It was your brother’s idea to hold back, not revealing your true strength until you had the right opening. Illness hospitalized him, and left you to lead the crew on your own

“I can’t protect you anymore,” he had lamented, pushing a devil fruit into your hands. “But now you can protect yourself.”

Utilizing your brother’s strategy, you waited for your moment to strike. A few more years of patience, and finally, an opening presented itself in the form of your devil fruit awakening. That event, plus one vital fact, turned your crusade against Big Mom from a slight nuisance into a genuine threat: You learned that transponder snails–and their cousins, territorial sea slugs–went into torpor at subzero temperatures.

With the newly awakened power of your Cool-Cool Fruit, you could act on that information, plunging the seas around Totto Land down to freezing temperatures and neutralizing the sea slugs. Without their warning system, your crew was in the perfect position for quick, explosive guerilla attacks against their forces, testing their defenses and probing for weak spots, then retreating while they were still scrambling in the chaos.

You couldn’t have pulled it off without a man on the inside feeding you intel. Every incursion hinged on his success, as his job was to let you know the movements of the only two pirates you couldn’t handle–Big Mom herself, and the second son, Katakuri. As long as you tracked and avoided them, there was little the rest of the brood could do. You’d tangled with the others with minimal issues. Oven was originally their counter of choice, since your abilities canceled each other out, but he could no longer keep up once yours awakened. Daifuku was easy to manage once you learned you could freeze his genie solid. Cracker’s biscuit soldiers were similarly rendered immobile. A riskier move was when you froze the oils on the surface of your skin so Smoothie was unable to wring you out.

And then there was Perospero…

To you, Perospero was different from his siblings. He was the only one of the Charlotte family you had met in the past. You were a child when you first ran into him, no older than seven. He was in his twenties at the time, newly appointed to Candy Island.

You had been fleeing from some bullies when you turned a corner and ran smack into him. You fell, your pursuers skidding to a halt behind you, frozen at the sight of the new minister towering over you.

Perospero had taken one look at you; the dirt on your clothes and the bruise on your cheek, and raised his voice. “What is the meaning of this? Totto Land is where people live in harmony!” He pointed a finger at your bullies, who all turned tail and fled. Perospero clicked his tongue, then offered you a hand.

"Poor little girl. You picked a fight with someone stronger than you…" He pulled you to your feet, long fingers wrapped around your wrist.

You thought you were in trouble. Perospero’s gaze settled on the tears forming in the corners of your eyes, and a slow smile crept up his face.

You remembered that smile more than anything else. You used to think it was a smile of good humor–oh, children and their antics, and all that. Now you knew him better, recognized that smile for what it really was.

Perospero had formed a piece of candy in his palm, holding it out to you. “Have a candy, perorin! You’ll find it to be the sweetest you’ve ever tasted.”

“For me?” you asked, wiping your face.

“For you.”

You took the candy from his hand and started to leave, but then paused and ran back up to him.

“I want one for my brother, too! He’s sick!” you said. “Please, mister?”

And Perospero, saying how thoughtful you were, gave you another.

That memory made you sick, knowing him as you did now. He didn’t smile because you were a bumbling child. He smiled because he had liked seeing you cry.

It was the same smile when his candy axe cleaved into one of your crewmates, the same smile when he twisted one of the candy arrows embedded into your shoulder, the same smile when he licked your blood from his weapons and remarked on how sweet it was. All his candy was a sugar coating, a saccharine facade hiding a monster. His siblings you only saw as obstructions in the way of your goal, but your enmity toward Perospero was personal.

This time, you thought as your ship accelerated toward his, this time you’d kill him.

“Candy Wall!” Perospero shouted, raising a menacing, spiked wall out of the water. His constructs, while made of candy, looked every bit as solid as you knew they were from experience. The wall that he formed was stronger than steel, meant to cut off your path to his ship.

It wouldn’t be a problem.

Surfing on the back of your first mate, an orca Fish-man, was a strategy you'd devised to overcome your devil fruit weakness. Risky if you were hit, but you had years of practice at that point. You had him bring you within a safe distance from the wall, then leap off his back, landing carefully on one of the spikes.

“Absolute Zero!”

A single touch, and the temperature of every molecule in that wall plummeted, freezing through. With your other hand, you swung your warhammer, and the wall shattered like glass on impact. Right as the frozen candy’s splintering reached your perch, you jumped again, landing boldly on the deck of Perospero’s ship.

He couldn’t defeat you. Not with your devil fruit awakened. Your repeated bouts had proven that, and your confidence was at an all-time high. This was your opening: any more attacks on Totto Land, and Big Mom would be forced to come into play. You had to break through the defenses now if you wanted to make landfall on Candy Island and complete your goal. Everything that you’d worked for, the lifetime of conflict, it all came down to today.

You smirked at Perospero, waiting for his shitty grin to fall. Instead, it widened. Immediately, you realized something was wrong, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. He knew he wasn’t a match for you. Then why was he acting like he wanted you to board his ship?

The wall was a trick, you realized. He was luring you there all along. The reason quickly became apparent when Charlotte Katakuri stepped out from around the corner.

Oh, no.

He wasn’t supposed to be in this section of Totto Land! Your intel was wrong–or maybe someone had fed you false information. If you made it out of this alive, that someone was going to eat a bullet. But that was a pretty big fucking “if.”

The fight was brief, and all of it was spent barely dodging lethal blows that would shatter you like candy. He moved far too fast for someone so huge. You could hardly get an opening, and when you did, his body warped around your strikes. It was impossible not to grow frustrated as he predicted your moves before you could make them, and that led to you slipping up, making more mistakes, almost dying with every near-miss.

Finally, you failed in your panic to dodge, scrambling backward from another sledgehammer blow. Katakuri paused, looking down at you.

“Y/n of the Raging Winter,” he rumbled. “Against me…thirty seconds is admirable. But it ends now.”

His leg stretched out as it swung into your head. The last thing you remembered before impact was your brother’s voice, calling out for you.

Then darkness.

You woke up in a bed lined in plastic.

Your head was throbbing with dull pain, and it took a while for you to grasp at your thoughts. You turned your head. The rest of the room was lined in plastic, too.

Right then, you knew you would die in that room. Plastic lining like that was only used for butcher jobs–you knew that much from your underworld connections. Though this plastic was thin and clear, almost like candy wrapping.

The plastic creaked as you tried to get up, but you couldn’t lift your torso very far, finding your wrists bound above your head in shackles, sturdy and attached to chains going to the floor. Your ankles were bound the same way. There wasn’t much extra length in the chains, only letting you move your limbs a few inches in any direction. The shackles were rock-solid and slightly transparent, like molten glass. You frowned, leaning as close as you could to one of your wrist chains to sniff them. Hard candy–Perospero’s work. A thin band of seastone around one of your arms ensured you couldn’t use your devil fruit to escape.

You let your head fall back onto the pillow and wondered. Would Big Mom drain the rest of your life force, and that would be it? A quick, painless death? Unlikely, given the room you were in. They would torture you here, reveal your motives for attacking them, and then chop you up into little pieces to dispose. This was your end: utter failure of your mission.

As a pirate, you’ve had many close calls in the past, but you never expected to fail. You were too invested in your mission, too certain of its just cause. You could only hope your crew was able to get away in time, at least. You had forced them to honor an agreement to abandon the mission if you were captured. After all, your mission was only for your benefit. There would have been no riches awaiting you had you succeeded.

A slow hour passed, anxiety building in your gut all the while. The Charlottes were known for their unforgiving nature with their enemies. You were sure their tortures would get creative. Perospero had threatened multiple times to solidify you into candy, after all, and lick you away until nothing remained.

The sound of footsteps made you tense, every sense focused on them getting closer.

Speak of the devil. Perospero moved into the room as if floating, looming above you like a technicolor reaper. He was impossibly tall and seemed even taller up close, towering above you, his bright colors and patterns doing nothing to offset the wickedness of his delighted expression.

“Y/n of the Raging Winter,” he said, “user of the Cool-Cool Fruit and recurring thorn in Mama’s side.” He savors the moment, nearly leering at you. “How delightful to see you finally brought down. Having regrets, perorin?”

“Something like that,” you said flatly. Regrets that you had been defeated, anyway–you would never regret fighting back against Big Mom. Making that elaboration didn’t matter, though. He knew.

“Kuh kuh kuh…”

“Where’s my crew?” you demanded.

A flash of tension crossed his face. “Captured, like you.”

You didn’t believe him, not with that little change in expression. They had escaped–you could always read him.

But Perospero could read you, too and the relief evident on your face.

“Didn’t miss that, hm?” he mused. “No matter. We have you. Once we kill you, your brother won’t be much longer for this world with his illness, and your crew will disband. Just like that, another problem dealt with.”

“How do you know he’s sick?” you said, stomach knotting. Your brother was far away from Totto Land–there was no way they could have known that. Unless… Unless they knew who you really were.

Perospero grinned slowly. “He’s been sick for a long time, hasn’t he?’

“How do you know?!” you raised your voice.

“Now, now, perorin. Don’t get so worked up. We have a long night ahead of us, after all.”

“Damn you, Perospero! You already have me caught! Just tell me before you kill me!”

“What are you so concerned about?” he cackled. “That we know his location? He’s not worth hunting down, not when he has so little time left anyway.” If the Charlottes knew that information, it could only mean one thing. Perospero’s grin widened as the truth dawned on you. “That’s right, perorin. We know about your family. Once we realized you were a former Totto Land resident, finding the rat in our midst was easy.”

“Leave them out of this,” you said icily. “They didn’t know anything about this.”

“Oh, don’t worry. They were very cooperative with questioning,” Perospero said, laughing when you snarled and pulled against your chains. “They didn’t know anything about you and your brother’s decision to attack us…but they did smuggle you out of Totto Land when you were kids, didn’t they? They still went behind our back and broke the law. Why is that, I wonder?”

“I’ll kill you!” you shouted. “I’ll freeze you solid and shatter you to pieces, Perospero!”

He ignored your outburst, continuing. “Perhaps…it was your brother’s terminal diagnosis?”He clicked his tongue pityingly. “Poor thing. Just a kid when he was only given ten years left to live. That’s why you parents had him smuggled out, isn’t it? So he didn’t have to give up any of his lifespan as tax, and could live out the rest of his short life. They had you go with him so you’d be together. How sweet.”

Bringing his hands together, Perospero formed a knife out of candy. It was proportionate to his size, over a foot long and gleaming in the bright light of the room, more like a short sword compared to you. The first pangs of fear slithered through your gut and settled.

“You and your brother decided to become pirates in order to ‘rescue’ your family from Candy Island, didn’t you? I’m impressed you made it as far as you did.” He cocked his head at you. “I had always wondered what I had done to make those eyes of yours so angry...”

Agonizingly slowly, he approached the bed, each step ramping up your nerves until your fear grew into terror. You did what you could to keep it from reaching your expression. You wouldn’t show weakness, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

"I guess a quick death is asking for too much?" you said casually, but he noticed the way you didn’t take your eyes off the knife.

“Kuh kuh kuh! Trying to be brave, are we?” He bent over you, grinning ear to ear. “How cute.”

He brought the knife to your cheek. You turned your head away as much as possible, but he followed your movement, pressing the sharp tip into your skin until it shallowly pierced through, making you wince. He angled the blade flat against your skin and slid it down, smearing warm blood down your cheek and neck.

“Such a pretty color, perorin! A beautiful raspberry red,” he crooned, raising the knife to his tongue and taking a lick, “and just as sweet.”

Then he lined up the razor edge of the blade with your throat. You froze, heart pounding in your ears as you got tunnel vision. This was it. Every pirate was ready for death. You had faced it before. But this time was different, because this time, you were helpless. It’s okay. It’s okay, you told yourself. Be brave. It would be over soon.

The seconds ticked by, seemingly turning into minutes and keeping you on edge the entire time.

Perospero pulled the knife away. Your eyes flicked to him, seeing him studying your reaction.

“Don’t toy with me, Perospero!” you snapped, enraged and terrified. “Get it over with.”

“Where’s the fun in that, perorin?” He pressed the knife lightly into your skin, making your neck sting. You closed your eyes, waiting for the sudden slitting of your throat, the deep pain that would surely follow.

It never came.

Your eyes flew open when Perospero grabbed the collar of your shirt, lifting it from your skin, and started to slice through the fabric. His candy knife slid through the clothes like butter, threads severed and falling away from your torso. The chill of the air was sobering, a dim realization that of course it wouldn’t be over so soon–why did you think you were chained to the bed like this?

Still, you couldn’t fully bring yourself to believe it, not even when he cut through your bra, some part of your terrified mind trying to protect you with blatant denial. Only when he’d cut your pants and was at your underwear did you find the nerve to speak.

"Hey… Hey! Perospero, you're…you're not gonna…" You couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud, but your quivering voice filled in the blanks well enough.

"What? Rape you?" Perospero said nonchalantly as he cut through your underwear. He pulled at the torn remains of your clothes, sliding them off your body one piece at a time and savoring your reaction. “What did you think would happen when you lost to us? Did you think there would be no consequences?"

Panic immediately began to set in. "Okay, h-hold on,” you stammered as he pulled your pants free, “maybe we can work something out. I have a stash hidden on–"

"You mean the 'secret' cellar on Mint island? We already looted it."

Your heart pounded as the gravity of what was about to happen fully came down. You scrambled to think of something else. “I can–I can call in a favor, there’s a guy that owes my crew literally millions of berries–”

Perospero’s laugh cut you off. "Kuh kuh kuh! Bargaining already? You must be desperate, perorin." He pulled off your shirt.

You began to feel dizzy, nausea twisting up your gut. “Come on, Perospero. Don’t do this.”

“Maybe if you beg me, I won’t,” he said, pulling off your bra next and dropping it on the floor. “Go on. Beg. Say, please don’t do it, Peros.’”

Don't cry.

You didn’t really think he’d stop. But you’d take the humiliation if the chance was so much as there.

“P-Please don’t do it, Peros.”

“You need to say it with more meaning, Y/n.”

“Please!” You could no longer keep the panic out of your voice. “This is beneath you!”

“I don’t think you really believe that.” He pulled off your underwear last, and you were completely bare before his hungry, roaming eyes. There was no room to be embarrassed, you were far too scared.

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, your throat getting tight. “Think of your sisters!”

Perospero’s hand settled on your thigh, squeezing. He didn’t respond, merely watched you go out of your mind in panic as you tried to think of something else. He watched not just the exposed parts of your body, but your face, committing every waver of your expression to memory, the glistening of your eyes and the trembling of your lower lip.

“I met you as a kid!” you practically screamed. “You saved me from some bullies! You gave me candy!”

“Are you trying to appeal to my humanity?” he said, and laughed cruelly. “Poor little girl…You picked a fight with someone stronger than you.”

The tears broke free once you knew you couldn’t talk him out of this. His eyes narrowed in sick glee.

“There it is,” he said. “All the times we’ve fought, Y/n, I’ve never once seen you afraid, no matter what our forces threw at you. How gratifying it is to finally see it now.”

He bent over you, his tongue stretching out of his mouth like a separate creature, touching your stomach before sliding a wet, warm trail up your body, between your breasts and up your neck. You pressed your head back as it lapped up your throat. If he hadn’t made his intent obvious, you’d have wondered if he was going to eat you.

“Please, stop! I won’t attack your family ever again! I’ll give up on my mission for good. I’ll… I’ll quit being a pirate!”

“I’m sure you would.”

“Don’t stoop to this!” you shriek, wincing as he licked up your body again, cleaning the blood from your face.

“I’m not stooping to anything, perorin. I’m a pirate enjoying my spoils.”

“Just kill me!"

“Oh, you’re still going to be killed, my sweet. Just not tonight.”

“Don’t,” you pleaded, his tongue coiling around your breast and squeezing to make your nipple stick out, the tip of his tongue poised over it like a snake. “Don’t!”

He lowered his tongue to brush against your nipple in one long sweep, wet and bumpy. Your entire body jerked as if electrocuted, the stimulation jolting through you. “Ah!”

“You’re the sensitive type, hm?” he said, delighted in his newfound discovery.

“No, I–!”

His tongue brushed over your nipple again, cutting you off. You bit your lip as it licked you again and again, his eyes on you as you fought and failed to keep still, twitching with every pass.

“All that fear, all that adrenaline…it just heightens the senses, doesn’t it?”

“Stop!”

Perospero was right–being on edge like that just made you more aware of your body. Your nipple quickly grew stiff under his persistent licking, and the sensation traveled straight through your body and right down to your cunt. Right when you thought you could at least get used to it, he switched to your other nipple, licking and prodding it until you thrashed to try to get away from the feeling.

“Peros! Please, please stop!” you cried.

“But we’ve only just started, my dear!” he trailed his hands down your sides, squeezing at your hips and thighs lecherously. “You’re quite the morsel…I’m going to enjoy taking my time with you.”

He started batting your nipples back and forth with his tongue, quickly and steadily, one at a time. No matter how much you jerked or angled your body away, he followed you. The stimulation was inescapable, and you’d always been particularly sensitive in your chest. Despite everything, despite how much you just wanted to die right then, you felt yourself growing wet.

“It–It’s too much!”

“Just this? Kuh kuh kuh! I thought you’d be a little more resilient, to be honest. Making so much noise already… Has it really been that long for you? You didn’t give your crew a taste?”

Perospero curved his tongue so it rubbed over both your nipples at the same time, making you gasp and arch your back.

“Not both…” you moaned.

“You like that, do you?” he mused, slowing the movements of his tongue, tantalizing and drawing it out.

“Perospero, please,” you whimpered. “No more. You–nngh–you don’t have to go any further.”

“Ah, but then you wouldn’t learn your lesson, perorin.” He massaged your thighs in false comfort. “Besides, I’m well aware of my tongue’s effect on people. I wonder…perhaps you’re afraid because I’ll find out how you really feel?” One of his hands trailed over the curve of your thigh and toward your center.

You immediately started thrashing again, trying to get away from him, but it was no use. He gripped your hip with his other hand and held you down, and with the other, he slid a long, thin finger through your folds. A thin rope of slick connected the tip of his finger to your cunt, and Perospero grinned at the sight.

“Kuh kuh kuh! You’re not being very honest with me, little morsel,” he crowed, then slipped his finger inside you. You gasped at the intrusion; it was far longer than any of yours and reached deep inside you and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Perospero curled his finger, pulling a startled moan out of you. “How does it feel?”

“Please, s-stop!”

“Wrong answer.”

Suddenly his tongue left your breasts and slithered into your mouth. He snaked it deep down your windpipe, cutting off your air. You gagged and choked, twisting and writhing to get away as he shoved it even deeper. The panic from the lack of air gripped you, cutting off all other sensation and making you thrash, your eyes watering and lungs burning.

Perospero removed his tongue from your throat, and you coughed and gasped, sucking in air desperately.

“Are you ready to be honest?” he asked.

You hesitated, you didn’t want to play along, even if you knew you should.

Hesitation was a mistake you would never make again. Perospero gleefully shoved his tongue back in your throat, choking you once more. This time he stayed there even longer, probing it even deeper, forcing it down until it physically could go no further. With his tongue practically in your lungs, he started thrusting it back and forth, fucking your windpipe while you thrashed for air.

The minute that passed felt like an eternity, and when he finally withdrew from your body and you finally caught your breath, you sobbed.

“Tell me how it feels,” Perospero repeated.

“It feels good,” you sobbed.

“Was that so difficult, perorin?” he said, going back to licking your breasts. You were too fresh from the torture for it to feel good anymore, so you only layed there, sniffling. Perospero’s grin faltered–breaking you was no fun if you were growing used to it. He uncurled his tongue from your nipples, drawing it back and forth across your front as it went lower. You noticed, your voice small when it spoke up.

“W-Wait–”

But he didn’t stop, grabbing your knees and spreading them further apart, then pulling his tongue back to lick a long stripe up your cunt, his wide tongue spreading out your folds as it went.

This time, your legs twitched, and you made a small, helpless noise of protest.

“There we go,” Perospero crooned, “that’s better, isn’t it?”

You turned your head away, ashamed. How he adored that look on your face, feeling his pants strain at the sight.

He dove back in, lapping at your center and reveling in your taste. He always knew your slick would be as intoxicating as your blood, and had long fantasized about this moment. Your little whimpers made it all the more sweet. The wet, squelching noises of his licking filled the air as he molested you with his tongue.

Perospero drew his tongue back, then licked your cunt starting from the base of his tongue and going to the very tip in one long, drawn-out pass, until you had no choice but to moan, hips bucking off the bed.

“You love this, don’t you, perorin?” Perospero taunted, holding a hand up to his ear to better hear your response.

You didn’t dare refuse him this time. “I love it,” you whimpered. “Please stop, Perospero…”

“You should be grateful, you know. I could be torturing you right now. Cutting you up as slowly as I’m licking you…” He flicked his tongue across your clit, pulling another moan from you. “The final chapter of your life will be pleasure–isn’t that lucky? Come to think of it, I like the sound of that.” Perospero grabbed your cheek harshly, forcing you to look at him. “I’m not just going to rape you. I’m going to make you cum. Your final memories before you die will be of how good it felt when I forced myself upon you! Say ‘thank you, Perospero.’’”

“T-Thank you, Perospero.” You turned your head away as soon as he let go, though your gaze snapped right back to him when he started undoing the buttons to his clothes. “Wait. Wait!”

He shrugged off his cloak before unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers. His cock sprung free, rock solid and already leaking, and you started to fight your restraints again. Perospero’s size was proportionate to his height–that was, to say, he was huge compared to you, far bigger than anything you were meant to take. He pumped himself with a pleased sigh, coating himself in his precum, then pulled you down as far as your restraints would allow, your hips at the edge of the bed and your core presented to him. He rubbed his cock between your folds, slowly and tauntingly, lubing himself up further.

“No way. You’re way too big!” you protested, squirming from the sensation. “Please, Perospero, it’s not gonna work–please, don’t!”

"You sound so cute when you beg, Y/n. I can't get enough."

"Please, please, I'm sorry!"

But he didn’t stop, only lined himself up with one hand, the other holding tight onto your thigh to keep you from moving away. There was immediate resistance as he started pressing in, but he kept going anyway, forcing your body to accommodate. You cried out in pain, eyes squeezed shut.

“It hurts–!” you cried.

“Shh…” Perospero shushed you, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just a little more.”

He forced himself the rest of the way in, pulling you down by the thigh until he was entirely sheathed in your heat, relishing in the sound of your cry and the snug tightness of your cunt.

“Ahh… You’re such a little thing, aren’t you, perorin?” he said, rubbing up and down your hip. “This tightness is just divine…”

“Hurts,” you breathed again, your delicate flesh stretched out impossibly wide around him. Perospero held the reins to your worst fears coming true, and he had pulled until you could do nothing but break. Your breathing was shaky and labored as you tried to keep yourself from crying out again.

“These are your consequences, Raging Winter,” he said. “But if it hurts so much, I’d better help you adjust, no?”

With that, he started to move his hips, pulling out a few inches before pushing back in. Despite what he said, there was no gentleness to his movements; he started up a brisk, harsh pace, splitting you open on his thickness. He grabbed your hips and squeezed harshly, pulling you to meet his heavy thrusts, a grin etched his face as yours twisted up in pain.

“So good,” he panted, digging his nails into your flesh, “I’ve dreamed of this day for a long time, and it’s better than I ever imagined! Kuh kuh kuh!”

Closing your eyes only brought the pain into focus, so you turned your head away, quiet tears slipping down your cheeks as he ruthlessly violated you.

“Ah, but you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself. How thoughtless of me.”

Perospero bent over you, grabbing your face with both hands and forcing you to look at him. His eyes narrowed as he slowed his thrusts considerably, rocking his hips against yours with a gentleness you didn’t know he was capable of. In any other context, it would have been a lovemaking pace, and his tongue swept over your lips as he looked into your eyes.

Cruel. That’s what it was. Somehow even worse than just hurting you, this was a perversion of everything good and right. His deep, languid strokes eased you open, and the pain that used to be there started to tip over into something worse: You started to adjust.

Just when you thought you were at rock bottom, Perospero had figured out a way to bring you even lower, and when you felt the first stirrings of pleasure, your eyes widening in horrified realization, he knew he finally had you. After all the times you’d fought him, all the times you’d frozen his candy constructs and shattered them, all the times you’d overpowered him–he finally had his vengeance. If your wrath was frigid, his would be absolute zero, and you would suffer in your ecstasy.

“Y/n,” Perospero crooned, grinding his cock against your g-spot..

“D-Don’t,” you whimpered. “Please don’t make me say it, Peros.”

“Now, don’t be like that. You sing so beautifully, perorin.” He squeezed your breasts, sliding his tongue down to lick at your nipples, and the combined stimulation had you tighten up and moan. “Just like that, sweet thing. Let it out.”

“Ahh… n-no…”

But he had found your weak spot, fucking you rhythmically while licking at your nipples, and you couldn’t stop yourself from growing even wetter, making it easier for him to take you, nor could you stop the gasps and whimpers from spilling past your lips.

Perospero started to groan and gasp too, especially as his new attentions had you tightening around him so wonderfully. Laid out beneath him, against everything you believe in, you felt something start to build, a tension winding itself tighter, and it seemed like he was feeling it too. He slowed his pace even more, if only to draw out your torment and his pleasure, and then, reaching some breaking point, he started to go faster and faster, moans rising in pitch.

“Ah! Look at you, formerly such a nuisance and now treating me so well,” Perospero said. “How does it feel, perorin?”

“Feels good,” you moaned, the terror at your coming peak evident on your face, a mixture of revulsion and pleasure that made him throb.

“That’s a good look on you. Now, relax… It’s almost over. I’m gonna cum in that sweet little cunt of yours.”

“Not inside,” you protested weakly.

“Don’t fret, my sweet. You won’t be alive long enough for my seed to take.”

“Please–”

He grabbed your face again, his eyes wild and dark. “Not only am I going to fill you up, perorin–I’m going to make you cum with me.”

Perospero adjusted his hips to tap even deeper, if possible, continuing his assault on your nipples. You could feel the impending orgasm approach and tried everything you could to stop it, pictured every disgusting thing you could, tried to imagine anything but your body succumbed. But you were already in the worst situation you could ever picture yourself in, and it still didn’t stop.

If your orgasm was inevitable, then you wouldn’t cum with him. You absolutely refused to experience that with him, because of him, to give him that satisfaction was unacceptable. If you were gonna cum, you would cum right then instead. Switching strategies, you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts and instead focused on the pleasure, focused on how full you felt, how his tip nudged your g-spot every time he hilted inside you, and a few moments later, you tipped over the edge, your orgasm rippling through your lower half with a shuddering cry.

Perospero didn’t falter, didn’t seem upset that you spoiled his fun. Just like back on the boat when he trapped you, his grin only seemed to widen. “Kuh kuh kuh! Oh, my. You came too soon. No matter…”

He increased the strength behind his hips, picking up his pace just slightly. You weren’t worried until he stretched his tongue down to lick at your clit. A startled cry erupted from your throat; suddenly his relentless thrusts pushed past overstimulation and started to build a second time. He never waned in his licking, nudging and circling and rubbing your swollen bud until you were veering on the edge a second time.

Perospero groaned deeply and you cried out, the both of you cresting your peaks close to the same time, and he spilled inside you, one final act of complete and total assertion. Euphoria and despair tore through your body all at once, pulsing and horrible. He collapsed on top of you, his torso pressing your face down, and he stayed there as you both caught your breath.

You closed your eyes, wallowing in the aftermath of it all and beginning to feel nauseous. Perospero’s shifting made you open your eyes, and he curled over to whisper into your ear.

“Maybe I’ll convince Mama not to kill you, perorin. Then I can keep you as my toy. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” you lie, the thought bringing fresh tears to your eyes. Perospero licked them from your face before pulling out and climbing off of you to get dressed. Before he left, he looked over his shoulder, watching his cum drip from your abused center with a smile.

“Sweet dreams, my dear.”

Then he left you there, battered and exposed. For the first time in many years, you felt a sensation you’d thought you’d forgotten. The stagnant, sex-tainted air of the room clung to your clammy, sweaty skin.

For the first time since you’d eaten your devil fruit, you felt cold.

#x reader #dark content #noncon cw #perospero x reader #charlotte perospero x reader

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jellyclogs · 1 year ago

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Hello, is everything ok? You could do some Perospero headcanons with a girl her age, they have really liked each other since they were children, but they grew up far from each other and now they have found each other again

hay sorry it took me so long to answer you. I've been having major writer's block. I know this isn't exactly what you asked for but I hope you still enjoy it :D

trigger warnings: none pure fluff

pronouns She/her

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I couldn't want anything more

Perospero’s breath caught in his throat, as he read over the newspaper. In big bold letters right at the top read, World Famous Pastry chef Coming to Totto Land. the picture next to it showed the face of a smiling woman in a chef’s outfit. Shed aged but he knew for certain it had to be (y/n) (l/n), and she was coming back to totto land. He couldn't help but smile.

He hadn't seen her in decades. He closed his eyes, he could still see her face, still hear her laugh, even after all this time shed never truly let the memory of her fade. His thoughts traveled to the last time he'd seen her. He was in his twenties, Hed stood on the docs waving her goodbye. Though it broke his heart he’d told her to go, encouraged her to follow her passions. Take the internship. He loved her. He loved her so much. That's why he had let her leave him. He felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. God he wished she had chosen to stay. Chose him.

“What’s got you so upset?” Oven asked his brother.

“(y/n)’s coming back,” Prospero answered wiping the tears from his eyes, a grin forming on his lips. How had life treated her? What stories would she have to tell him?

“That floozie?” oven snorted. He remembered how Perospero had locked himself away for weeks after she’d left. He could never forgive that woman for hurting his brother like she had.

“Oh don't call her that.” Pereospero huffed rolling his eyes. Running a hand through his long hair, “It's not like she ran off chasing some man. She was following her dreams.”

Oven rolled his eyes, “she turned her back on you, and the family doesn't matter what it was for.”

“I told her to go,” Perospero answered with a roll of his eyes. “Hardly call that her turning her back on us.”

“Dosen't matter, but she aged like milk anyway, you can do better.” Oven grunted.

Perospero laughed studying the image of (y/n)’s smiling face, “no she's aged like a fine wine.” he said as he showed oven the picture, “like an expensive vintage.”

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It had taken decades, but finally, she could come home. She was now a chef and baker worthy of being among the ranks of Lin Lin’s kitchen. That was half the reason she’d run off to study under the finest chefs and bakers. The other half was a mix of wanting to be someone Perospero could be proud of and a love of the craft. She had never been anything other than a street rat when he’d known her but still, he had loved her.

She closed her eyes and pictured his face, not the one on his wanted posters, but the one she had held and kissed. His warm chocolate eyes, the way the corner of his eyes and the bridge of his nose crinkled when he laughed. He had always believed in her. So many times she had closed her eyes and remembered nothing but the whispered encouragements he’d told her thinking she was asleep. Those words were what kept her going.

She knew she had no right to his heart anymore. She wasn't insane. She would always love the man who had done everything to let her spread her wings and fly. But who knows if he was still that man. All she wanted was to tell him in person how thankful she was for all he’d done for her. She hoped he had lived a wonderful life. Found another love. Maby he had even had children. That thought made a smile stretch across her lips.

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(y/n) stood in her new bakery, right on Whole Cake Island. It was empty. But looking around it she knew it was the perfect place to live the rest of her life. She could picture the tables and lovely decorations, she knew she'd have navy blue curtains with polka dots. This would be her home.

“You still get lost in your head.” a soft chuckle broke (y/n) from her thoughts.

She spun around to see the one person she'd been both terrified and utterly over the moon to see. The shocked look on her face melted into a smile, “It's still a maze up hear.” she jokingly knocked on her head, “Actuly might be an even worse of a maze now.”

Perospero laughed, she really had aged well. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were deep, showing she’d spent quite a lot of time smiling, and she had some sun spots on her skin but it only made her look refined. Her once vibrant (h/c) hair now had steeks of gray in it. “I'd be shocked to find your mind as anything less than a maze.” he paused a moment. Lost in the moment. Hed expected it to feel more awkward but it felt natural, “So the world-famous, (Y/n) (l/n) has made the decision to open up shop on little old Whole Cake island?”

“Lin Lin was thrilled to have me open up here.” (y/n) paused before murmuring under her breath, “Old bat didn't even recognize me. Like shed whipped the memory of me being glued to your side for almost 7 years”

Prosper snorted, “Now, now, be nice to my mother.” he chided.

“Ma’am’s boy,” Mel jeered.

The pair looked at each other for a long moment. Then they both laughed, laughed like they were back in their twenties. Yes, so much time had passed but they were largely the same people they had been.

“So tell me did you find yourself a pretty little wife or did your dear old mom marry you off for political gain?” (y/n) asked as she regained a bit of composure.

“I never did get married,” Perospero answered. He did not want to hold his breath in hoping she might say the same thing, “After you left my positions in the big mom pirates really grew. And when you work with your family there is no healthy work-life balance.” he paused, “So, when do I get to meet the man that managed to steel your heart?” he asked trying his best to sound playful.

“I've had a fling or two but never did I find someone I clicked with like I did you,” (y/n) answered stepping closer to him.

Silence filled the air. The possibility of what could have been hanging heavy. What their lives might have been if (y/n) had stayed.

“Do you ever regret your choice?” Prospero asked his throat feeling dry.

(y/n) closed the space between them taking his hands into hers. She looked deep into his eyes, the same chocolate eyes that could see straight threw her, “I wanted to be someone you could be proud to call yours. I thought when id left it would be only a few years. Then I'd come back and be someone you could have been proud to have at your side.”

Perospero squeezed her hands, “I was always proud to call you mine.”

“I think back to that day. Think about what we would have been if I'd never gotten on that ship. And every time the daydream ends up having a bad ending. If i’d stayed and became your wife. No matter how much we loved each other, your family would have always gotten in the way.” the way (y/n) spoke made it clear that this was a lie she’d convinced herself of—a lie to comfort her.

Perospero wanted to bite back and tell her she was wrong but he could see it in her eyes, she needed that to be true. She needed the lie to be true so she didn't regret the life she had led, “what about now?” he asked in a soft whisper, “if we had a relationship now how might that end?”

Mel chuckled, “Only one way to find out” She looked down at her feet, “If you want to give it a try that is?”

Just like that Perospero could feel his pulse in his ears, even after 30 years she could still make his heart race. He swept her off her feet kissing her, “I couldn't want anything more.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #x y/n #comfort #one piece fanfiction #x you #one piece perospero #perospero x reader #perospero #charlotte perospero #one piece fluff #perospero x you #perospero x y/n #this man would be so soft to his s/o

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multifandomthoughts · 4 years ago

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Perospero, Crocodile, Doflamingo and Caesar Clown with a younger S/O

Charlotte Perospero

Perospero likes to try to impress you with what he can make out of candy. He attempted to make you out of candy once, but he found out that he would have to use his devil fruit powers for hours to get the perfect amount. He made a bust of you instead of your entire body.

Being the eldest son of such a large family, he has some pretty strong protective instincts. You help him loosen them up over time, but you still appreciate him coming to your aid when you’re in battle. Someone who has lived much longer than you must have more battle experience.

Perospero might tell some stories about what the world of piracy was like back when he was very young and Big Mom was still establishing herself as a Yonko. The battles that happened, the wins, the losses. If you pry hard enough he will tell you about his embarrassments on the battlefield.

He likes to think he’s developed the height of fashionable attire, and is happy to give you some pointers. You have to politely decline and say you don’t want to steal his spotlight. You secretly think that his fashion is old and outdated and that he needs a new outfit. You’re not going to make him feel bad.

Doflamingo

He would demand you treat him like royalty, and he would treat you like his prince/princess. The people of Dressrosa see you as a royal, almost an equivalent to him. Despite you being younger, you have just as much power as some of the other family members. Maybe even more.

Because that’s just his way of having fun, he might do a puppet show for you using innocent people. You find it a little bit gruesome but you understand what he’s trying to do and appreciate it. You hang around with the younger members of the family while he’s busy, like Baby 5 and Delinger.

He buys you a pair of sunglasses like his, and offers to get you a big feathery coat too. You’re not sure you can pull off that flashy of a look, so you do have to decline. You feel like he doesn’t really care about other’s fashion, but occasionally picks up some fashion advice from you. You notice.

You’re one of the only people he trusts enough to tell his tragic childhood backstory to, and you’re inclined to sympathize with the loss of his mother and the unprompted killing.

Crocodile:

He prefers you hold his real hand, he feels a little self conscious about the hook and worries you’ll hurt yourself. Just because he cares about you doesn’t mean he thinks there’s no chance of a careless injury.

He decorates a room just for you in alabasta, with all the treasure and prizes he’s claimed as a shibukai. You want a certain type of food, clothing or jewel? He’ll do anything to get it for his younger partner.

He enjoys explaining his own genius and the steps he took to get to be the great man he is now, though there is a certain period of his life he seems unwilling to discuss even with you. He knows he was a powerful man in his youth, and he wants to continue to be powerful with you. Maybe he’ll even pass on some of his knowledge to you.

Since his particular Logia power does allow him to essentially fly, he will take you up in the air for some sightseeing from time to time. He hopes you aren’t afraid of heights, and will help you take the time to get used to it if you are. It’s also a plus because he doesn’t have to worry as much with hurting you as he would with someone older.

Caesar Clown:

He will go on and on with stories about all the great scientific achievements he had and then Vegapunk “stole the glory for”. He’s incredibly bitter about it, but takes time to gloat about the achievements that weren’t stolen. He tells you that because you’re young, you’ve got lots of achievements in your life to look forward to.

Living with him on Punk Hazard means that most of the time you have to wear a hazmat suit, so he has to make sure they have one in your size. Whenever you’re not wearing one, you can catch him giving you subtle glances.

When you said you wanted something cool for your room, he wasn’t so sure what he could make that would be ‘cool’ to you. Luckily, he made just the right thing: a neon sign that catered to whatever design you wanted. Despite being older than you, he realizes that some things that were cool back then, are still cool now.

Since you’re still trying to find yourself and establish your own identity, he uses his powers to help you try different hairstyles like how he spiked his hair up for his “Gangster Gastino” disguise

#one piece headcanons #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagines #caesar clown x reader #perospero x reader #crocodile x reader #doflamingo x reader #Caesar clown #donquixote doflamingo #charlotte perospero #crocodile

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 2 years ago

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Imagine Katakuri getting a crush on you and Big mom arranging a marriage between you two

Big Mom: -takuri... Katakuri!

Katakuri: *snaps out of his day dream* Oh yes, Mama

Big Mom: where were you, you've been distracted during meetings for days.

Katakuri: It's nothing, sorry mama, it won't happen again. I have some paper work to attend to, may I please be excused?

Big Mom: yes.

Daifuku: *soon as Katakuri leaves* I believe he's fallen in love, Mama.

Big Mom: Ehh, with whom?

Perospero: With (y/n), they attended your last tea party with their father, who owns the largest vanilla orchard in the world.

Big Mom: really? Are they single?

Daifuku: I ... I'm not sure, Mama.

Big Mom: I'll look into it then, in the meantime look after your brother, make sure he keeps up with his work.

Perospero and Daifuku: Yes Mama.

Daifuku: *once Big Mom is out of ear shot* Did we just sign Katakuri up to get married.

Persopero: Probably, you know how mama is about securing ingredients for sweets. And unfortunately for our dear brother, vanilla is found in most sweets, from angel food cake to zingers.

Daifuku: but what if (y/n)'s father doesn't agree to join and marry of his only child?

Persopero: If that happens Mama will do a hostile take over, and either marry or give (y/) to Katakuri.

Later at Big Mom's residence

Katakuri: *arrives for a meeting only to find you in the conference room* Oh, what are you doing here?

You: My father has agreed to join your pirate group, and to marry me off into your family.

Katakuri: * sits next to you* ... Do you know who you'll be marrying?

You: not yet, but that's what this meeting is about.

Katakuri: *knows his mother only invites the child she wants to marry off to these meetings but doesn't want to scare you* no mater who you marry, I'll make sure you're taken care of and have everything your heart desires.

You: *gives him a weak smile* Thank you, Kata, you wouldn't believe relieved I am to hear that.

Katakuri: *extends his hand for you to hold* Mama, should be here soon.

You: *takes his hand and squeezes it with trembling hands*

Katakuri: You're shaking.

You: I've... just never not been under my father's protection, and I'm scared.... but I do feel better with you here with me.

Katakuri: *rubs the back of your hand with his thumb* Really? Even though we've only met a handful of times in the part?

Big Mom: *kicks open the door* (y/n)! I'm so glad you could come... Oh, I see you've already met your betrothed.

Katakuri: Me!?

Big Mom: *glared* You like them, don't you?

Katakuri: *blushes* mama! Please let's not embarrass me in front of our guest.

Big Mom: mmmr, very well, since you two are already getting acquainted I'll leave you to it. ... Oh, by the way the wedding is in five days. *Leaves*

Katakuri: Five days until we're married... *flops back into his chair and is lost in thought, coming to grips with the fact that he is to be married.*

You: ... I'm sorry about this I don't know what my father was thinking offering me up like this.

Katakuri: He didn't offer you up, Mama offered me up first. Mainly to gain your father's orchard, but that is beside the point. If there is anything I can do, please let me know. You probably won't be moved into my house until after the wedding, but I can have my sisters look after you.

You: You mean you won't be staying with me?

Katakuri: *takes your hands into his and presses them to his lips through his scarf* No, but only because I need to work double time, so you can have me all to yourself during our honeymoon.

You: ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠☉⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠☉⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

Katakuri: *realizes how that sounded* Not that we have to do anything during our honeymoon that you don't want.... I'm going to go start on my work, I'll have Brûlée come and get you settled into your rooms, in the meantime please wait here.

You: Okay, and for the record, I look forward to... to having you all to myself during our honeymoon, if you catch my drift.

Katakuri: ⁠ ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁄⁠ロ⁠⁄⁠•⁄⁠ ⁠'⁄⁠)⁠⁄

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moonie-moon-o7 · 1 year ago

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Big Mom Pirates Incorrect Quotes

Imagine being so unpredictable and random that not even Katakuri's observation haki works on you 💀

Katakuri: Stop thinking whatever you're thinking. You: Huh? Katakuri: You always make that face when you're about to say something stupid just to piss me off. So cut it out- You: I love you. Katakuri: You: You: Also, cereal qualifies as a soup. Katakuri: I KNEW IT!!

You: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

You: I hate you with every inch of my body! Katakuri: That’s not a lot of inches.

Big Mom: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie. You: Ooh, can we get some actual pie? Big Mom: I like the way you think.

Brûlée: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. You: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Brûlée: Th-that's not how that works-

Pudding: How the hell are you still alive? You: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.

Katakuri: Would it be discrimination to only hire employees at my doughnut shop who have the same name? You: Legally, I don't believe that breaches any discrimination laws. Morally though... I don't know. Katakuri: I believe god is on my side when it comes to Duncans' Doughnuts.

You: Can I ask a dumb question? Katakuri: Better than anyone I know.

Pudding: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

You: What’s up? I’m back. Katakuri: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead You: Death is a social construct.

You: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." Why are elephants more advanced than us. Perospero: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this: Perospero: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately."

You: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection? Big Mom: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

#moonie moon <3 #one piece #big mom #big mom pirates #charlotte katakuri #katakuri x reader #pudding charlotte #charlotte perospero #one piece incorrect quotes

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magmdnv · 9 months ago

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warnings: forced(?) marriage, a lil steamy in one of the scenarios, and flashing lights!

#anime click and drag #magmdnv #click and drag #one piece #click and drag anime #magmdnv click and drag #one piece x reader #x reader #op katakuri #op #one piece click and drag #charlotte perospero #daifuku x reader #opera one piece #montd'or one piece #smoothie one piece x reader

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quinloki · 4 months ago

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i LOVE the darker headcanons you have for Perospero so i gotta ask:

How would yandere Peros deal with a pleading darling?

Condescendingly, especially at first.

There’s not much tenderness there. He’s not going to rend you limb from limb, you’re his. Whether he won approval from Big Mom or was gifted you for some other reason doesn’t matter.

Plead all you want, he loves the sound of it. Beg him not to strip you while he’s actively doing it. Cry your pleas desperately as his fingers push deeper. Sob and shiver and babble and bargain.

Offer something good and he’ll consider it. If you pleasure him he’ll spare you whatever orafice you think he wouldn’t fit in. Beg him to be gentle and use lots of lube and maybe he will, but it’s still happening.

Your input isn’t going to change the inevitable. You belong to him, and he has the strength to take you as he desires - it’s a sign of his love that he enjoys the caterwauling you do. A sign of his love that he licks the tears from your puffy cheeks.

You’re not his partner, you’re his pet. His toy. His trophy. Whatever you are is more object than anything else in his eyes. A perfect bauble he only knew he must possess. He’s old enough to care for you properly, old enough to not get bored of you and cast you aside, devoted enough to at least ensure you have a comfortable life with him.

After a while you won’t even mind the sticky residue that seems to coat your thighs all the time now.

#quin answers #reader insert #x reader #caesarclowningaround #charlotte perospero #yandere #dark content #some yandere to soothe the ache

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nina-ya · 7 months ago

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Synopsis: Peros saves the day when you lose your gloves. CW: None, Fluff • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

With the winter comes the cold, and, of course, the snow which had blanketed the entirety of Totto Land, transforming the archipelago into a wonderland of frosty splendor. The festivities seemed to kick into high gear around this time of year, with various winter-themed parties thrown practically every night. Naturally, this provided Perospero with the perfect excuse to showcase his candy creations in their most festive glory.

The eldest son of the Charlotte family stood at the center of one of the celebrations, overseeing a life-sized candy village. He directed the construction with grace, creating structures from hardened caramel and frosted sugar. Children played on peppermint slides and licked at the lollipop windows, and others simply walked around taking the scenery in with awe.

You were there, of course, bundled in a thick coat or three, clinging to a steaming mug of cocoa as the frigid air nipped at your nose. You had been roped into helping with the construction of Perospero’s intricate creations, but the work had numbed your hands to the bone since at one point you had taken off - and proceeded to lose - your gloves, claiming you had better dexterity without them. You had been standing by his side just watching as people filtered through and admired the hard work, clutching the mug for dear life to absorb any warmth from it, but it was no use as you started to shiver rather quickly.

The taller man noticed rather quickly and was quick to ask, “Perorin, what is it, my little sugar sprig?”

You let go of the mug with one of your hands and extended your shaky fingers toward him with a frown. He eyed you for a moment, until you reached out further, snaking your hand under the hem of his shirt, frosted fingers making contact with his warm abdomen. “Your hands are freezing!” he exclaimed, jumping back at the touch.

You giggled at his reaction, watching in amusement as he backed up once more when you tried to replicate the action. “I lost my gloves,” you said simply, returning your hand to the steaming mug of cocoa as you took a sip.

“I can see that,” he chided, stepping back towards you. He thought for a moment, muttering “this won’t do” under his breath before reaching out with his gloved hands and seizing one of your bare hands. A swirl of glowing warm sugar spread across your hand and with a flick of his fingers, the candy solidified into a crystalline mitten. “I can’t have you freezing on me,” he muttered, taking the mug out of your other hand to adorn it with a matching glove.

Once he was done, you wiggled your fingers within their new sweet cocoon looking at the intricate details of the glove- the candy smelled faintly of peppermint, the light reflecting off of them showed off a shimmering iridescence, and there was even a small charm dangling at the base of the gloves. Such a beautiful thing crafted in what seemed like just an instant, and all for you. “Thanks, Peros,” you mumbled, a bit sheepish under his gaze.

He smirked back at you, throwing out a “you’re welcome”, before turning his attention back to the festivities. With you close by his side, he offered commentary on the creations and the winter wonderland he has crafted. His charisma was thick as molasses, constantly drawing you in, and though your attention always shifted back to the thoughtful candy creation that encased your hands, you thought to yourself how lucky you were to fall for the charm of a sweet man like him.

#charlotte perospero #perospero x reader #charlotte perospero x reader #one piece x reader #x reader #ficmas 2024 #nina writes~✦

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unicreamuwu · 2 years ago

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hello, can you make perospero, katakuri, and cracker yandere headcanons ? thnx

Bruh, you chose all my favorites, why? 😘

Warnings: Yandere Theme, Manipulation, Kidnapping

Charlotte Perospero

Being the oldest of the Charlotte family, he can get away with anything.

When he first kidnapped you, you of course begged him to release you.

Of course, again, he declined it or just ignored you.

He is also a great manipulator.

Whenever you're planning to go somewhere, he has already plans for you.

For example, help him plan to attack another part of a random island that you have no idea how to do.

When he proposed and married you, he promised to himself that he would always make you stay by your stay even though you already do.

Charlotte Katakuri

Out of all the three, he's the best one.

He may be dangerous on the outside, but on the inside, he's such a sweetheart.

Well, towards you, of course.

When he finishes going on a mission and coming back home, he brings tons of sweets for you and himself.

You can eat any pastries you want except for donuts cause that's his and only hid.

Whenever you get injured from something small or big, he will carry you over his shoulder and run to the infirmary of the castle.

He will be by your side 24/7 and watches over you to make sure you don't move.

When you tell him that you're okay, he would let a sigh of relief, but still wouldn't leave you alone.

Charlotte Cracker

Cracker is not the nicest yandere to be with.

However, he can be sweet, but you have to earn that.

For example, you have to do whatever he tells you to do and have to be good around him every time.

Or else, he's going to be the bad guy~

He will teach you how to fight if you want to.

Because he's not going to protect you 24/7.

And, the sweetest thing that Cracker has ever done for you is that when he comes back home from a mission, he'll bring you a shit ton of flowers.

So, be grateful that he could be nice to you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one piece #one piece #yandere perospero #yandere katakuri #yandere cracker #yandere charlotte family

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maria-chwan · 5 years ago

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Perospero: "Good afternoon, Maria-san. If you don't mind, I would like to go straight to business. Mama wishes that we join together in marriage. If you agree to grant her wish and change your future, we would like to hold the wedding very soon. What do you say?"

Me: "I say yes."

Perospero: *tries to mask his surprise and appear pleasant* "Excellent. I agree to marry you as well."

*looks away, decides to ask*

"I'm aware that people in this country tend to see Big Mom pirates as villains and criminals. I wasn't welcomed here, yet you don't hesitate to sign the marriage contract with me. Why?"

Me: "Blame it on my weak moral backbone. If you come here all badass and prince-like and ask to marry me, of course I'm gonna swoon.

Perospero: *whispers to himself* Swoon? *stares at me*

Me: "I know some people who I consider to be villains and I can quarantee you are going to treat me better than they would treat their spouses. You are not going to torture me like Joker would and I don't have to fear the chance that you going to carry bombs or plant them inside me. You are not going to imprison and degrade me, which Saeran would not hesitate to do. Am I right? *stares*

Perospero: *nods* Unless you committed a crime that couldn't be forgiven. Who are these people? 🤔

Me: Villains I consider hot. You haven't heard of them.

Perospero: *whispers to himself* Hot?

Me: *looks at Perospero* Yes, and I consider you to be one of them. Not bad at marriage, but hot 😏

Perospero: Oh my~

Me: *purrs* Mmmmm~ You are so tall~

Perospero: *smirks* Mmmmm~

Me: Anyways, you wouldn't play with my body without my consent like Doflamingo would (yes, I'm sure you have heard of him) and you wouldn't pretend everything is alright while you obsessed over me and tried you control everything about me like King George would. Compared to those guys, you are quite a catch. I don't mind spending the rest of my life with you.

Perospero: *feeling appreciated* Thank you.

Me: If I move to Whole Cake Island with you, I would get a chance to choose what activities I do while you work as a minister, right? And I would get to control my life, right?

Perospero: *sits down with me* Of course, to some extent...

#and then we talked about my future life as his wife #perospero is husband material ❤#I love the concept of a villain being suprised he is considered more respectable than other villains #perospero #perospero x reader #self insert #one piece

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shadowsandcoffedripss · 6 months ago

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Helloooo

Here's a whole list of fandoms and characters I write stuff for, which you can request me headcanons, x reader, random stuff...

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jellyclogs · 2 years ago

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Perospero x reader: A wife

trigger warnings: arranged marriage

this fic is 95% fluff 5% angst

I love this stupid candy man <3

Perospero sighed, a wife. He never thought about what it would be like to have one. If he was being honest he never thought he would get one. He had dedicated his whole life to his mother, in many ways he was nothing more than her son. He was 50 and the thought of a wife had long since faded, but here he was. Momma had declared that he would be getting married.

“Perospero sir,” a guard called stepping into the room, “Your fiance has arrived.” the man said as he stood in a salute.

She was here. The woman who would be, being forced to marry him. If he was being honest with himself he pitied her. He had seen a photo of her and he could tell she was much younger than him. If he was half his age he might not feel so guilty. The guilt was only amplified by the fact that he was excited to have a wife. To have someone to greet him when he made it home from a long day of work. To have someone who would listen to him.

He had found himself daydreaming of a sweet domestic life since he found out Momma planned to have him married. He honestly didn't want to force the poor woman who would be stuck with him into anything romantic, he just wanted to have a friendship with her. They would be stuck in the same house so it would be partially a necessity for them to get along.

Perospero got up, “Thank you for letting me know.” he turned to look at the man, “Where is she id like to meet her.” the candy man was doing his best to hide his excitement, he really did want to meet his future wife. He hoped the woman was someone who he could get along with.

“Big mom sent her to her room to unpack.” the guard answered.

“Let her know, that if she feels up to it, I'm waiting in the garden to meet her.” Peros adjusted his bow tie feeling nervous.

“Yes sir.” the guard announced as he left.

8>($^$)<8

(y/n) slowly stepped into the garden, she was nervous. She always knew that she'd be married off. She always knew she would have no say in her future. She closed her eyes and sent a silent prayer to whatever gods would hear her that her future husband would be a kind mind.

She continued her shaky steps as she tried to spot her future husband. Just keep walking, one step at a time. She wouldn't lie that the thought of marrying a pirate scared her more than marrying some pompous noble. She bit her lip and told herself to just take it one step at a time, and mind her manners.

“You look nervous,” a voice broke her from her thoughts.

“Oh, well,” she forced a polite smile onto her lips, whirling around to find who was talking to her. She spotted him, her future husband. Her stomach churned as she forced her polite and sophisticated mask up further, “I'm just worried about the first impression ill give to you.” she curtsied to the tall man.

“Please relax,” Peros gave the woman a soft smile, he had found her picture pretty but seeing her in person was entirely different. The woman had the air of a princess. Not the kind of princess that was snooty and saw the world as belonging to her but the kind of princess from a fairy tale. The kinda princess that is woken up from a comma by true love's kiss.

“I've looked forward to meeting you,” (y/n) lied giving him a worm smile, she had been scared out of her mind.

Perospero could see the woman was nervous or maby more likely scared. He was impressed with how calm she was acting but he could see the tiny shake in her hands as she moved and how stiff her movements were, “It's sweet of you to try and cater to my emotions Candy but you don't have to. Since we are going to be married i want you to feel comfortable enuff to tell me the truth.” he watched her carefully.

(y/n) nodded her head before standing tall and looking into his brown eyes, “well then to be honest, I'm terrified.” she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, “but i want to get to know you and see if my fear is unfounded.”

Perospero found himself smiling, she looked so determined. He nodded his head, “What scars you the most about this?” he asked, “Perhaps we should find a place to sit and properly talk about this?”

Her (y/c) eyes sparkled, “that sounds like a wonderful idea. Please lead the way.”

Perospero thought for a moment before heading for a bench he rather liked, it sat in the shade of a willow tree and was surrounded by a semicircle of rose bushes, “why don't you start to tell me your fear on the way.”

“I hope you do not mind me being frank, but you're a pirate.” (y/n) started thinking how best to say this, “ not that I've met many pirates but I've heard stories and well, I'm scared you are violent.”

Perospero was honestly shocked by how forward she had just been, he had to respect the woman for that, “Well I don't blame you for that, and I'm not sure what my word is worth at the moment but I promise I will never raise my hand to you.” he stopped in front of the bench and offered the woman a hand to help her sit.

(y/n) took his hand gingerly, “ I guess we'll have to see if your actions back your words.” she was doing her best to sound confident, “What about you? Is there anything you’re scared of for this marriage?”

Prosper took the seat next to (y/n), “you're asking me if I'm scared?” Pero chuckled.

“Well we are in the same boat here.” (y/n) gave Peros a genuine smile, “Unless you had a say in getting married, I'm a complete stranger that you will have to spend the rest of your life with.”

“I'm scared that you will resent me,” Perospero answered, he was surprised she even bothered to think about his fears in this, let alone ask him. He felt his excitement building up, perhaps this marriage would be a good one.

“Well I can't say if resentment will grow but you’re not the one who chose this for me, if you treat me like a human with my own emotions then we should be ok.” (y/n) felt herself relaxing more, and more as they talked. If he was a violent man he was hiding it well.

“You are amazing,” Perospero laughed, “I hoped that you would be willing to give a relationship a try but this is more than I could have hoped.” Perospero smiled, “I also want you to know that I don't expect you to treat me as a husband, all I want is for us to be able to talk and be on good terms.”

“I want us to be at least friends Perospero,” (y/n) grabbed his hand, “but I'm not against the idea of eventually being more but I want to take it slow and get to know you.” she turned her head to look at the pretty rose bushes and spoke more softly, “and your more than I could have hoped for, thank you for hearing my fears and not expecting too much from me.”

Perospero squeezed her hand, “I want you to be as comfortable as you can be here.”

“Thank you Peros,” (y/n) turned to him, she thought about her next action for a moment before leaning up and kissing his cheek, “I promise I will make this as easy on you as I can.”

Perospero felt his face flush, she was a princess and she was his princess. It had been years since he had pondered having a love life but here she was. He silently promised himself that he would do all he could to make her happy here.

8>($^$)<8

“So you're telling me that the pretty thing isn't throwing a fit that she’s stuck with you.” Craker cackled.

Peros rolled his eyes siping the whisky in his glass, “Isn't it remarkable?”

Mont-d’Or smiled, “there was no way she wouldn't fall in love.” he was lying, of course, most of the charlotte sons had been worried for their older brother, “you are a catch.” he chuckled.

It had been a month since (y/n) had arrived and over that time Perospeo had come to really enjoy the woman's company. She had been nothing but kind to him and he found she was very good at listening. He had found himself talking to her each night about his day and his troubles. She would listen and give advice if she felt he needed it or just affirm that whatever it was he was dealing with was exhausting.

“You're just saying that because seeing Pero get a chance means you have one.” cracker jabbed, he wasn't a mean man he just played ruff with his brothers, he knew they could take it.

“Oh come on cracker cut them a break tonight is supposed to be a night to party it's the last night for big brother will be a single man.” oven ruffly patted Cracker on the back, “plus we all know you're just jealous.” he chuckled the heat in his cheeks coming from the booze he’d been drinking not his devil fruit.

“Well dam right I'm jealous!” cracker huffed, “(y/n) is hot and it's not like momma is gonna find me a cute little bride like her.” he downed his drink in one go.

“ jealous isn't a good look on you.” Katakuri chimed in, he was honestly glad his brother got along with his wife-to-be.

“Well at least I'm honest about my jealousy,” cracker fumed, “Don't act like your not jealous Katakuri. You would kill to have a cute little wife!”

Katakuri chuckled softly but didn't dignify Cracker’s accusation with a response.

“Like he’d have time for a wife.” Daifuku laughed, he had had more than enuff to drink but was still downing more.

“I'm sure he’d make time for one.” Craker laughed.

Katakuri shrugged.

8>($^$)<8

(y/n) sat with a handful of the charlotte sisters. She hadn't wanted to do much for her bachelorette party but Brulee had insisted they do something. (Y/n) had found herself being rather close friends with Brulee. The woman was very kind and welcoming, it made (y/n) feel less like an outsider to the massive family.

Brulee had decided to through a cute little sleepover as (y/n)’s bachelorette party. It would be something small but memorable. A proper welcome to the charlotte family.

“So (y/n) I've got to know how do you really feel about him?” Smoothie asked. She sat reclined on a big loveseat, (y/n) found the long-legged woman very intimidating.

“How many times do I have to say that I really do like him.” (y/n) giggled. She was currently getting pampered. She had a clay mask on as Galettel brush her hair so she could braid her hair.

Cinnamon laughed, “it's just hard to believe.”

Citron swatted at Cinnamon, “You should be happy for big bro.”

“Oh come on you are just as shocked as I am.” Cinnamon giggled in response.

“I don't see what's so shocking?” (Y/n) sighed, “He's a very kind man and I think he's rather good-looking. We get along well.” she puffed out her cheeks and did her best to be offended on her husband-to-be’s behalf.

Brulee laughed, “you really are something else,” she mused.

“Stop squirming or I'm gonna mess up more than I already have.” (y/n) whined at Brulee. (y/n) was doing her best to braid Brulees massive hair. (y/n) honestly enjoyed playing with hair it was relaxing.

“Ok sorry.” Brulee tried to calm her laughter.

(y/n) blushed slightly before asking, “Do you think Peros would let me play with his hair?”

The room of women burst out giggling.

8>($^$)<8

The dress was beautiful it was a soft peach color. A princess-style ballgown with a sweat heart neckline. It had flowery lace that was pure white that formed sleeves and covered her chest and back in a mesh bodice. The skirt had patches of lace throughout it. (y/n) gave a spin in the dress. She couldn't help but feel absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a pair of gold heels that peeked out when she walked.(y/n) pulled the vail over her face and smiled she truly was a beautiful blushing bride.

“I know I was there when you picked it but wow you look amazing!” Cracker complimented. He had pulled the short straw and would be walking the woman down the aisle in place of her father.

“I can't wait to see his face when he sees me!” (Y/n) smiled she was on cloud nine. She couldn't find a reason to feel nervous. She had made a promise to herself when she understood she would have no say in who she was marrying she would make her wedding day a day of celebration no matter what.

“I think hell cry.” cracker laughed. Hed grown pretty damn fond of his older brother's wife. It was hard not to enjoy being around her, she was so determined to live a happy life even though she had little say in how she was supposed to live

“Happy tears?” (y/n) asked in a nervous tone. Glancing to cracker over her shoulder. Her naturally pretty face was accentuated with light makeup, her cheeks were rosy and her lips a glossy deep peach town. The slight pout on her face would make any man's heart pound.

“Well of course they’ll be happy tears.” Brulee smiled (y/n) truly looked amazing.

The bride smiled, “I'm glad.” she burst into a small fit of giggles, before fully turning from the mirror and getting a good look a Brulee. “Wow you look amazing!” she smiled coming to stand next to her maid of honor.

(y/n)’s bridal party was filled out with Charlet sisters, if she was being honest she didn't care much about it. What she did care about was Brulee being her maid of honor, she had been adamant that Brulee was the maid of honor. Brulee was the closest thing she had to a best friend and (y/n) cherished her.

“Why not give me a twirl?” (y/n) asked.

Brulee blushed softly at the woman’s compliment before doing a small spin. Brulee felt slightly ridiculous but put up with it for the bride’s sake. She was not used to being fawned over, in really any way let alone someone calling her beautiful.

Brulee was no longer wearing her normal tiered white dress, she was in a simplistic dark blue dress. The dress had a simple square neckline and short puffy sleeves, it had a defined waist with a skirt that didn't flare out much from her hips and fell slightly passes her knees. Her wild purple hair was neatly pinned up into a bun with a flower pin. She looked lovely.

“The dress looks great on you.” (y/n) took Brulee’s hands, “thanks for agreeing to be my maid of honor.”

Before Brulee could respond Mont-d’Or cleared his throat and announced, “We gotta get things moving or we won't be on schedule, come on Brulee let's get you with the other bridesmaids.” he had been appointed to be the wedding planer and he took his job seriously.

“You don't have to thank me,” Brulee said as she rushed to follow her brother's instructions.

8>($^$)<8

It was time, she would be walking down the aisle any moment. She had promised herself that she would not spend her wedding day dreading it but now standing there with cracker, moments away from walking down the aisle, she felt nervous. She did her best to not show it but she couldn't help but to squeeze Crackers' arm.

“Finally getting cold feet?” Cracker asked, no ounce of teasing in his voice.

“The waiting is just killing me.” (y/n) huffed softly, “I'm just ready to get the I-do’s out of the way.” she forced a genuine-looking smile on her face as she spoke. She found herself retreating into her polite facade. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and flipped the switch, she was now the doll her parents had raised her to be. The only emotion she would show was an aloof smile and the proper manners that had been pounded into her head. Her grip on Cracker's arm relaxed, “Sorry.” she hummed.

Cracker was almost shocked at the sudden difference in (y/n). He no longer felt like he was looking at the woman had come to know she now looked like a hallow mannequin, her eyes had a far off look to them. “Are you ok?” Cracker ask

“Yes of course,” (y/n) smiled before giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I just hate crowds."

Cracker did not believe her but gave her a smile back. "It's normal to be nervous," Cracker soothed, "not one of my sisters wasn't at least a little nervous before walking down the aisle," he resisted the urge to pat her head and mess her hair up.

(Y/n) looked up to him still that living doll for a moment before her she gained a small spark of herself again, "Yeah I'm nervous, and it's like all of the what ifs are coming in with a vengeance." She looked up to Cracker, " I feel like if I walk down the aisle suddenly you all will no longer have to be nice to me. Like a mouse who's about to take the cheese, its neck about to be snapped by the trap."

Cracker looked down at the pretty woman, she was so sweet and trusting, "Well the only way to find out if we all have just been on our best behavior is to walk down the aisle, Make Peros cry, and officially become a member of the family." Cracker wrapped an arm over (y/n)'s shoulders, " Once your family we'll definitely treat you like family. If we're mean to you it's not because we hate you we're just comfortable enough to be more ourselves around you." He gave her a squeeze before adding, "You don't have siblings so you don't know this but we nag and bully each other out of love."

(Y/n) looked back into Cracker's eyes, "Thank you." She set a hand on his hand, the one on her shoulder, and squeezed, " I'm glad you're the one walking me down the aisle, I'm not sure Oven or Daifuku would've given me such a good pep talk."

The music began to play cueing the two it was time to walk. (Y/n) looked into Cracker's eyes giving him a soft nervous smile and offering him her arm. Cracker flashed her a cocky smirk, taking her arm in his. Cracker felt another pang of jealousy, this woman was cute and so earnest, Perospero would be happy with her. He leaned over and whispered, "Just breathe, you've got this." With that said the two started the march.

(Y/n) could feel everyone looking at her. She didn't blame them but it did make her feel self-conscious. She took a deep breath and stared forward, finding Perospero waiting at the end of the aisle. From that point on her eyes were locked on him. He was dressed in a midnight blue suit, his hair pulled up and into a bun at the top of his head; a few strands fell loosely framing his face. She felt all her nerves wash away.

Perospero suddenly couldn't breathe, (y/n) looked stunning. Was he really lucky enough to have her? If he was dreaming he prayed he would never wake up. He shot her a soft smile. His heart was pounding in his ears.

"You look great," (y/n) whispered as soon as she was standing across from Perospero.

"Next to you, I look drab," Perospero whispered back.

(Y/n) opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by Mont-d’Or, "We are gathered here today to witness the matrimony of the eldest son of big mom, Perospero and (y/n) (l/n)." His voice carried through the entire venue, "Perospero, do you take (y/n) to be your wedded wife, through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and to love her for as long as you live?"

Perospero looked deep into (y/n)'s eyes. He thought it was too soon to say whether he loved her or not but staring down at her he was shocked to find that he did love her. It had only been a month but he loved her. He knew that he had so much to learn about her but still, he loved her. He searched her eyes for a hint of how she felt, for if she was scared or regretful. He couldn't find a trace of fear in her beautiful (e/c) eyes. All he saw in her eyes was hope. He grabbed her hands and answered, "I do."

Mont-d’Or nodded and continued "(Yn/) do you take Perospero to be your wedded husband, through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and to love him for as long as you live?"

(Y/n) squeezed Perospero's hands. When she looked into his deep brown eyes she saw raw admiration. She was hesitant to fully admit she loved him. Maybe she didn't love him but she did appreciate what he was. He would not force her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. He would not be angry if she didn't love him. He at a minimum would be a good friend to her no matter what. If she did not love him at the moment she was sure that given time she would love him. "I do."

"I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." Mont-d’Or finished.

Perospero bent down and picked (y/n) up, supporting her but and bringing her eye level with him. (Y/n) reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear before cupping his cheek and leaning in. Perospero met her half way and gently kissed her. For a moment the world melted away. The only thing that mattered in the moment was the two of them.

(Y/n) was the first to pull away, a lightheaded feeling washing over her. Her hand stayed on his cheek, a drunken smile stretching across her face, "you are not drab." She whispered, "You are breathtaking."

Perospero was frozen for a moment before he broke out laughing, "Just about anyone would be drab standing next to you." he mused setting his forehead against hers.

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Perospero sighed as he walked through his front door. It had been a long day. Long enuff to make his bones ache and his head throb. He wanted nothing more than to lie down and not move for the foreseeable future. He pulled off his vibrantly yellow trench coat and hung it up. The feeling of the cool air was delicious, almost as sweet as candy. Then he slipped his hat and shoes off. He ran a hand through his hair letting out a small hum. Much better.

Perospero went to begin his normal end-of-day routine. One, turn on nice and relaxing classical music. Today he was in the mood for something heavy on piano. Two, start to boil the water for his nightly cup of tea. He had a special herbal tea blend, it had camomile, mint, and a few other herds specially chosen to help him relax. Three, pick a book to read. Tonight he might skip this step. Four, steep his tea and sit down on his wonderfully comfortable recliner. Then he would sit there and relax for at least an hour.

"You look tired," a soft soothing voice disrupted Perospero's nightly routine.

Perospero felt a smile creep onto his lips, " hello my dear," he almost purred remembering he no longer had to spend his evenings alone. He turned to look at his lovely little wife. She was holding one of his mugs, it looked oversized in her much smaller hands. A soft smile comfortably plastered on her lips. She was in a cute little green baby doll dress that fell halfway down her thighs. She casually leaned against the door frame leading to the kitchen.

(Y/n) held the mug in her hands out to him, " I made you your tea." She said sheepishly, "I think I made it just the way you like it, but if I didn't please tell me." She looked down at her hands. It was stupid how nervous she felt about this gesture. It had been a week since she had properly moved into Perospero's home. It wasn't quite her home yet. Yes, she lived there but it still felt strange and new. She was trying to carve out a place for herself in her husband's life but felt nervous to overstep.

Perospero gaped for a moment, trying to find the right words. " I'll drink it whether you got it right or not," he grabbed the mug from her hands. He blew on his tea before taking a small sip. It was slightly sweeter than he usually took it, but still, it was good, "you went a tiny bit strong on the honey," his honest opinion slipped out," but it's wonderful," he quickly added, his eyes shooting to his poor wife's face. He hoped his careless words hadn't just crushed her.

"I'll go lighter on the hunny tomorrow," (y/n) offered, her voice was neutral but unsure.

"You know I think you might be too kind to me." Perospero took another sip of tea, " if you keep spoiling me, I'm going to go rotten." He relaxed again when she finally looked up and met his gaze. She was smiling again," I don't mind my tea being a little too sweet, I'd take my tea sickly sweet if it meant I didn't have to spend my evening alone."

"Well tomorrow I'll try again," (y/n) locked eyes with him, "but right now I think you should turn on your music and relax."

"So you have been mesmerizing my routine?" Perospero quirked a brow.

"Yes I have," (y/n) shrugged her shoulders. "You like having the structure, as your wife I should try and keep you comfortable. Now I'm sure your feet are killing you, let's go to the living room and you can tell me how your day went. If you want to at least" She gently pushed him toward the living room.

Perospero shook his head, how lucky was he? What on this big blue ball did he do to deserve this woman? He would have been fine if she lived their married life just humoring him with small talk every now and then but here she is, " if you keep this up I'm never going to fall out of the honeymoon phase," he gave in, and made his way to the living room. He quickly selected a sound dial to play before perching in his recliner.

"Is there anything else that might help you relax?" (Y/n) stood waiting for a reply.

"You are my wife, not my maid," Perospero appreciated what she was doing but he wanted her to be relaxed. He did not want his wife to feel she needed to wait on him hand and foot, “Come here and sit down.” he gestured toward the other couch.

(y/n) shuffled over to stand in front of him, “Could I maby sit on your lap?” she asked looking down at her feet.

Instead of giving his adorable wife a verbal answer he leaned forward and swept her off her feet picking her up and placing her on his lap, "you really are adorable," he mused planting teasing kisses all over her face.

"So how was your day?" (Y/n) squeaked out trying hard not to sound so flustered. She failed miserably.

"It was long, mother was more than demanding. Difuk managed to recklessly use his jeeny and destroyed a few ships. I've already put in an order for replacements. And then Flampe went on with her smear campaign on Katakuri. Truly that girl is rotten to the core. I really don't know why she's making such a big deal out of his mouth." Perospero groaned, "But truth be told it was nothing out of the usual." Perospero shighed, pulling (y/n) closer into his chest. He was enjoying the feeling of having (y/n) seated in his lap. She was a bit squeamish when it came to physical touch so he hadn't had many chances like this. He was glad to see her relaxing into the relationship, "how about you my candy, how was your day?"

"A little lonely," (y/n) snuggled into her towering husband, "I want to go out and see the island but I'm still a bit scared of the affiliates of your crew. I don't feel comfortable doing it alone. oh but don't worry I found fun here in the house. You have a very nice collection of books." She paused for a moment, "I wish I could do something to calm your family down. If that's a normal day for you I hate to think about what a bad day would be."

" I doubt anyone could calm down all of my siblings." Perospero wasn't sure how to comfort his wife. He understood her hesitation to trust the crews that served under the big mom pirates. She had grown up a civilian, she had no fighting experience, the woman was gentle and caring. All of it meant one thing, she would be vulnerable to any attack. He was glad she was aware of her vulnerability and cautious not to risk her safety but hated the thought of her feeling trapped in the house. He knew that not a soul would dare raise a hand to her on his island (or any other in totto land) but how could he expect her to believe that. He bit his lip before saying, " I promise you are safe to go anywhere you want in totto land. I don't blame you for not trusting the unsavory folks mother keeps around but only an absolute moron would try to hurt you. Everyone knows not to mess with the family." He sighed, " but why don't I see if one of my siblings will go out on a day trip with you tomorrow, or if I can get someone to cover my duties."

"That sounds nice." (Y/n) hummed before looking up into Perospero's chocolate colored eyes, "I know in theory I'm safe but my brain just won't accept it." She sat up and pecked his lips, she was ready for a subject change. She was feeling a bit bold, so for that little fire in her could go out she spoke "you know I really like your hair. I've always liked men with long hair."

Perospero felt his cheeks heating up, "is that so?" He asked, mindlessly letting one of his hands run up and down her back. He wasn't used to compliments, especially not ones said so casually.

"Yeah," (y/n) replied, " I always had day dreams of having a partner who let me play with their hair."

It did not take a rocket scientist to understand (y/n) wanted to play with Perospero's hair, he found it endearing how she was going about this. He closed his eyes and chuckled, "well not that I'd ever tell them but I did enjoy when my sisters would practice hairstyles on me." He wondered if she would ask him to play with his hair or if he'd have to offer it to her.

"Peros, would you mind me playing with your hair? I've been wanting to since our wedding." (Y/n) gave her husband some puppy dog eyes.

"Yes you can play with my hair." He answered her, trying not to laugh at just how cute she was being. The more she relaxed around him the cuter she got. Underneath her proper and polite demeanor was something so much better. His thoughts were only confirmed when he saw how excited she looked at his answer.

"I'll go grab a brush!" She smiled as she slipped off his lap and skittered out of the living room.

A wife. He never thought he'd have one, let alone one so amazing. Perospero smiled, staring after his wife. He felt a swell of pure joy in his chest. All those sweet and simple domestic fantasies he had in his younger years were bubbling back up to the top of his mind. This was going to be the best time of his life. He couldn't wait to see what other cute or sweet things the woman he married would do.

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