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cinnbar-bun · 9 months

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Watching Reality TV With You (Various One Piece Characters x Reader)

Characters: Zoro, Sanji, Trafalgar Law, Luffy, Perona + Mihawk, Nami, Kizaru/Borsalino, Eustass Kidd

A/n: Sorry I’m a huge fan of Real Housewives so take these silly headcanons!!!

Note: GN reader, the relationships with the character(s) and reader can be seen as platonic/romantic depending on what you prefer :) Mihawk + Perona’s relationship to each other is also not stated just for your personal preference. These are all just very silly things, don’t take this too seriously since it’s crack!

Zoro

“The hell? Why are you watching this crap? It’s not even real!”

He just sighs and grumbles about how this is dumb the whoooooole time.

Tends to sharpen his swords or try and nap while it’s on.

Until lowkey he starts peeking a bit like ‘did she just say that?’

Suddenly has opinions on it and tries to deny he’s interested but his eyes are GLUED once they start arguing and the suspenseful music is playing.

“Well, if I was her, I think I’d just kick them. Or maybe cut their car in half.”

Sanji

Opposite of Zoro. The man is probably a bigger fan than you and most likely is reading the gossip online.

It’s your weekly night hangout where he brings snacks and cozy blankets for you two to sit and enjoy while watching.

Gasps audibly and loudly.

He’s both the best and worst to talk about this with because he respects all women and he forgives them for everything, so they all get passes from him.

“Yes she may have talked badly about [name] and stole [name]��s house and maybe crashed a car. But we all do that. We need to show forgiveness. She’s having a tough time- her dress came in the wrong color.”

Law

Like Zoro, he’s very disturbed by the very prospect of reality tv.

But he’ll try. Let it be known he’s trying.

He doesn’t get interested in it but he does try to follow along so he can discuss it with you.

Not gonna lie though he’s the guy who’s focusing on their plastic surgery or illnesses.

Will literally pause the show just to examine what they may/may not have done and if the surgeon botched it up.

Imma just manifest this, he’s prolly a Terry Dubrow stan.

“Who’s your favorite Housewife so far?” “Terry.” “But… Terry isn’t-“ “It’s Terry.”

Unironically would drop a horrible quote from whichever show you’ve been watching and he’d say it so seriously that everyone’s jaw will drop and it takes him a sec for him to realize what he said.

Luffy

Imma keep this short for you- he ain’t looking.

He ain’t caring.

No thoughts.

He only cares when there’s a party and food is being served.

“Woooooah! Look at all that food!!!”

Doesn’t even recognize who is who and will just mindlessly wait for food to come on screen.

Perona + Mihawk

I’m putting this as a two for one they’re my everything <3

You and Perona are the ones who watch it lots. Perona does complain about how much they argue but she loooooves looking at the houses and clothes of the women. Makes comments about wanting to fly first class or visit the beautiful places they go to.

Mihawk is reading.

Perona is biased as hell and only defends the people that are wearing cute clothes. Otherwise? Shit list.

“Ugh! What is that dress?! It’s so hideous!” “Is that all you’re focusing on?” “I agree with (Y/n), Perona, she just had gotten into some relationship troubles with [name], so I think [name] is wrong.”

You and Perona are gasping and shocked that Mihawk 1) talked and 2) had an opinion on this???

Turns out the man had been listening the whole time (he’s quite the multitasker).

If Perona is the most biased viewer, Mihawk tries to remain objective and impartial. He's always listing out the nuances of a conversation.

“I think [name] is just jealous.” “Well, if we remember in season 4, episode 14-“

He’s a smart ass sometimes, but it’s okay, he’s our smart ass.

Perona is always enthusiastic about marathoning the shows again and watching it. She tends to do dress up requirements for watching it.

Nami

I’d hesitate to call Nami a “fan” of reality shows.

She’s aware of them, yes. Does she particularly care for it? Nah, not really.

They’re more background noise and eye candy for her.

She just likes putting them on and glancing every once in a while to gaze at the beautiful houses and trips.

“Oh that’s so expensive… imagine what you could do with all that!”

Sometimes has a fun game for herself to estimate the cost of an outfit, accessory, or house. It’s scary how accurate and detailed she can get with it.

Tends to mostly focus on fashion and get new ideas to steal- I mean, incorporate.

Doesn’t have strong opinions on the cast, but she isn’t too crazy about the louder members.

Kizaru/Borsalino

He’s heard of it, he thinks.

And, well, since you’re so into them, he’ll give it a watch.

“Oh my, these ladies are incredibly wealthy and beautiful.”

He’s not even ogling them he’s just amazed at the way they dress, behave, and/or decorate their spaces. It’s almost like being starstruck???

The guy who will pause the tv at certain scenes to point at random decorations or outfits and be like “darling, would you like that?”

He does get sad when they start to fight.

“Aw… I was just liking the party… why are they arguing now?”

His favorite cast member is your favorite one <3 he’s just a cheerleader like that, dear.

He could listen to you talk about it for hours if you wanted, and he’d be amazed by your knowledge.

“You know, if you’d like for me to have you be on a show like this, I could probably pull some strings!”

Kidd

1000000x worse than Zoro

I cannot recommend putting it on in front of him.

“The hell is this shit?! Turn it off!”

You refuse and now he’s stuck watching grown women argue over dumb things (in his mind).

Complains the ENTIIIIRRRRE time. Nonstop commenting and complaining.

Okay but he’s hooked after a bit, the drama is just too good.

But now he’s WORSE cuz he’s got OPINIONS and THEYRE ALL SHITTY!

This man is an instigator. I swear to god he’s just saying shit just to rile you up and be contrarian.

He's stanning the biggest menaces on the show.

You two will probably get into (very silly) arguments about some of the situations and people.

And unlike say, Sanji, who tries to defend a person, Eustass will just say you’re wrong and then add something unhinged to it.

“Naw you just don’t get it. If I was her, personally, I think I’d just burn their mansion down and then slash their tires.”

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honeyshiddendesire · 5 months

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Princess Hair

SUMMARY:

You're the single mom who lives next door, always giving her daughter's hair the most extravagant styles that makes your neighbor's daughter sad. So being the doting father he was he couldn't help but knock on your door early one morning after many failed attempts to recreate even a simple ponytail. Being the kind woman you are though you welcome them with no problem. Finally giving his daughter the princess hair of her dreams he can't help but want to do a favor for you in return.

#one piece #one piece smut #honeys works 🍯#honeys polls 🍯#one piece x female reader #captain eustass kid #red haired shanks x female reader #red haired shanks #mihawk one piece #benn beckman one piece #one piece donquixote doflamingo #trafalgar law x reader #smoker one piece

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sporadicthingcollection · 11 months

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Smash or Pass: Part 4/4 (LA!Buggy the Clown x Reader)

Summary: It's the last stop before the Grand Line and you slink away for a quiet evening. The universe, however, decides to clown on you. Sequel to Kiss, Marry, Kill. Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: Semi-explicit. Warnings: Attempted murder. Word Count: ~3.6k.

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PART 4: In which you prepare for a walk of shame, avoid eating your hair, and do some storm prepping.

Oh, what a wonderful dream. There you were, the High Surgeon Princess, besieged by uncultured swine. You thought for sure your time was up, but then the Harlequin Outlaw swooped in like the incorrigible, irascible rapscallion you've always wanted in your life and saved you from certain doom and dishonor. You graciously treated his wounds and one thing led to another and you fucked like rabbits in springtime. You got married and had two-point-five children and lived happily ever after in a castle with a white picket fence.

Unfortunately, your marital bliss is interrupted by the sun on your face and a battleaxe pingponging around in your skull.

You grumble. You hate Drunk You. She’s a bitch who doesn’t know her limits. Next time you see her, you’re gonna kill her.

Your cheek is stuck to something smooth, your arm is under something heavy, and something wispy tickles your lashes. You open your eyes to find that they’re all the same thing -- a broad expanse of tanned skin stretched taut over hard muscle, draped with a head of long, blue hair.

Alright, maybe Drunk You isn’t so bad. She knows your tastes and left you a thoughtful gift. Maybe you’ll get a bonus round.

You drape your other arm over him and explore. Nice pecs, fuzzy chest, cock semi-erect… ooh, soft belly. Very nice.

You walk your fingers up to his face. Stubble, pierced ear… what the hell is that on his face?

You sit up as much as you can with your arm stuck under your gentleman friend.

Your memories come rushing back like water through a sluice. Your blood turns to ice. You’re never drinking again.

You’re stuck. In bed. Naked. With Buggy. Buggy. Fucking Buggy. Not Kuro, who at least had some class while he tried to eviscerate you. Not Mihawk, who has no beef with you personally and doesn’t wear a shirt. Not even that handsome Marine with the sword and suit.

You could have lived with any of those, but no, you wake up next to the most pathetic man in the four Blues. A literal clown. A vainglorious loser. A man who wants to rip your captain, your best friend, limb from limb and feed him to sharks.

Do you think you could chew your arm off before he wakes up?

You look for any sign of him stirring. Eyes closed, hair falling in his face, lips parted slightly as he breathes. One strong arm tucked underneath his head and the other in a loose fist by his mouth.

He looks so cute and peaceful. Ugh.

He shifts enough for you to free your arm and, just as you thank the gods, he lets out a snore that could have come from an ox. You can’t help but laugh.

Maybe this wasn’t a mistake. Maybe this was two people fooling around. Maybe nothing will come of this and you'll both go on your merry way with a fond memory of a night of drinking, dancing, and screwing. La-di-da-di-day. Everyone wins.

You stand up on shaky legs and examine yourself. A lot of little bruises on your thighs where he gripped you, but no hickeys. Thank God.

There’ll be no hiding the walk of shame, but you can at least maintain some dignity. You fix your hair, rinse your mouth out with the water in the dry sink basin, and sponge bath yourself with…

Hmm. No washcloth and you're out of rags. There’s gotta be something around here you can use.

Like the candy cane bandanna on the floor. You snatch it up and, wetting it, give yourself a quick wipe down. Pits, tits, pussy, as the saying goes. You'd never forgive yourself if you got something nasty from this.

“Oh,” says a soft voice.

You turn. Buggy, propped up on his elbow, blinks sleepily at you. The sun lights up his hair like a shallow sea on a calm morning, shifting and shimmering as he brushes a few strands out of his face.

Your stomach jumps up your throat in a most pleasant way. Clearly, it’s conspiring with your heart against your brain.

He rubs those wide, gorgeous eyes. “Thought you’d’ve made your exit.”

You were about to. You shrug. "Just enjoying the view. Counting the masts.”

Hook baited. The joke is right there. Right there. He’ll say ‘I’ve got a mast for you right here, hur hur’ and you’ll have an excuse to get the hell outta here.

But he smiles. Not the showman’s smile he gets before he says something he thinks is clever. It’s soft. Warm. The kind of smile one bestows in private to those deemed worthy.

"Glad you didn't," he says.

Your brain puts up a valiant defense, but the heart-stomach alliance is winning. You swallow.

His smile wavers slightly. “Is that my bandanna?”

Shame burns your ears. "Sorry. I'll wash it--"

He flaps his hand dismissively. "Keep it. I've got plenty."

He pulls the sheets back and by God, nothing has ever looked as tempting as him. Him, a pirate with a weird nose who tried to kill you, sprawled out on scratchy, threadbare sheets, his fat cock laying there so deliciously—

You swallow again. Your pussy has joined the siege on your brain and they’ve voted to rename it the Organ Entente.

He stretches as he stands, his muscles rippling as he pops and rolls his joints. Sunlight pours over his body, draping him in liquid gold. He pulls his hair from its ponytail and gives it a good shake before putting it back up.

Lest your eyes join the fight as well, you turn away. Count the masts in the harbor. See if you can spy any Marines. Find the Merry.

Two strong arms drape around your shoulders, pulling you against a broad, warm chest. He rests his chin on your head. “Think I can see my ship from here,” he murmurs.

And in jumps your skin from the top rope. The nerves have betrayed the brain, charging over the ridge to aid the Entente in its assault. “Yeah?”

“Right over there. The Big Top.” He points to a perfectly normal-looking ship, nothing like the beast that waylaid you a few weeks ago. “Well, she’s the Loosey Baru now. Heard the Marine captain's a real bulldog, so we did her makeup and gave her a costume change.”

“Amazing what you can get away with when your sail’s not a big Jolly Roger.” You were the only one against putting a giant WE ARE PIRATES sign on your mainsail, but you got outvoted.

His chest thrums as he giggles. “Subtlety is for cowards.”

You scoff. “Subtlety is for people who like not being in prison.”

"And being flashy is for people like me.” His head moves to your shoulder. His stubble scratches against your cheek. “Who like meeting girls like you.”

The Entente breaks through the wall and feelings flood your brain. Warm feelings. Fuzzy feelings. Feelings that make you absently kiss the side of his nose before you’re even conscious you’re moving.

Buggy goes stiff and not in the fun way that pokes your kidneys. He jerks away from you, gaze hard as he searches your face. Whatever he’s looking for, he must not find it, because a moment later he kisses your lips.

Overwhelmed, your brain surrenders. The Entente celebrates by jumping around all through your body, bouncing from your head to your toes. They also must have fired off a twenty-one-gun salute, too. Why else would your ears be ringing like bells? Big bells? Big, glorious, golden wedding bells?

But it's over as soon as it started. He pulls away and straightens up. “C'mon, let's get outta here before the matron gives us the hook."

Dressing goes smoothly enough for the both of you. Socks and gloves are retrieved. Drawers are located. Your bra and his scarf are found. You stuff his bandanna into your pocket and he settles on a ponytail.

You’re pulling on your trousers when you see him looking in a small compact mirror, carefully drawing green swoops on his face with what looks like an oil pastel.

“Makeup at a time like this?” you ask.

“Flashiness is next to godliness.” He draws a cross on his forehead, then regards himself. “Ech, I need a shave...”

You pause as you fasten your belt. “Gimme a few grand and I’ll shave you so smooth you’ll look like a ten-year-old. Promise not to cut your tongue off this time.”

“Done.” He swaps the green pastel for a tube of lipstick and moves on to his mouth, smearing his lips red. “Gonna have to straighten out my cabin first. Place’s been a mess since... well, always."

You pause mid-bra hooking. "Huh?"

“Haven’t shared with anyone ‘til now.” He rubs his lips together. “Not like it’s dirty — just clothes and shit everywhere. Hope you don't need much closet space.”

What the hell is he on about? You pull your shirt over your head. “Sharing quarters?”

“What, you think I’d stick you in with the freaks? My bed’s big enough for two.” With the back of his wrist, he smears the color onto his cheeks and into the gruesome smile he’s known for. “Not to mention that it's a bed and not a hammock. You ever try to fuck in a hammock? Ain't easy, lemme tell ya."

You lace up your shoes. "I have no idea what you’re on about."

"I’ll show you when we get back to the ship."

"What ship?”

Any mirth in Buggy's face vanishes. He looks at you, brows knit. "My ship," he says slowly. “We’ll get you settled, then I’ll go take care of my business, and we'll haul anchor when I get back."

The audacity of this man. "You really think Luffy'll let you kidnap me? He'll be on you like suckers on a squid."

He’s giving you a look you know well: the do-you-need-a-psych-eval-cuz-you’re-talking-crazy look. “Since when is going with someone willingly kidnapping?”

You return the look. "What the hell makes you think I'm going with you at all?"

He pockets the lipstick and clicks the compact shut. He steps towards you. “You said if I screwed you to the wall, you’d come with me. I did just that. And then I asked if you meant it, and you said you did.”

"That's not--" You falter. Okay, you can see how bringing up what he said and telling him to do it could be misinterpreted.

Well, shit. Miscommunication strikes again. "Sorry you got your hopes up."

Buggy falters. Something stirs the rivers of his eyes, the same vulnerable, hurt something you saw lurking when you'd insulted his nose. His gaze drifts downwards and his jaw clenches.

Remorse douses you in a bucket of ice water. You're officially a giant asshole. And a slut. And a dumb bitch lush who hurt someone you actually started caring about.

For a moment, you consider recanting. Go with him. Run off and join the circus like you always threatened you would. Sail the seas with a colorful cast. Get rocked every night.

You stop yourself. Enough. You hate a captive audience, you're not a pillager, and while you are a slut, you're not desperate. You have people you know you can trust. Stick with them. Don't jump in with the wildcard.

Buggy huffs, snapping you out of your musings. The hurt in his eyes has faded and the rivers are still. The eerie calm before the storm surge.

"You led me on," he growls.

"I did no such--"

A knife flies past your head, taking off a few strands of hair and shattering the window.

Buggy's shoulders rise and fall rapidly. He readies another knife. "I'm gonna rip your lying tongue out."

You suppose that's karma. You edge towards the window and he matches your step. Another knife narrowly misses the back of your head.

“And then I'm gonna drag you across the keel by your fingernails."

Ouch. A third knife sails past your nose. You're almost there...

"And then I'll nail your corpse to the figurehead!"

He lunges at you and you at him. You dive low, hitting the floor as he hits the dry sink and leaves the way to the door wide open.

Unfortunately for you, it's locked. You turn the bolt only to be pulled away and spun around by the strap of your satchel.

Buggy pins you against the door, yet another knife at your throat, his arm against your chest, and his knee between your legs. It would be hot if it wasn't for the deranged churn and roil in his eyes.

"I'm gonna ask one more time," he says. “You coming with?”

“No,” you spit. You try to kick him off, but he holds you fast.

He cracks a bit in both composure and voice. “What’s that little rubber prick got that I don’t, huh?! What's it gonna take?!”

“He’s never tried to kill me.” Not on purpose, anyways. “And he doesn't hurt innocent people.”

Frustration ripples through his eyes, and his gaze drifts downwards. “Well, I’m hurt.”

"You're not exactly innocent!" He doesn't notice your hand sneaking towards the knob. "He'll have to be dead, dying, or catatonic before I leave him."

He looks back up. Defeat hardens into determination. "Consider it done."

You really shouldn’t say what you’re about to say, but the words are out before you can stop them. “Good fuckin' luck, big nose.”

The river rages. The floodgates crack and the levees break. He drops the knife and reels back a punch.

You twist the knob. The door opens outwards and he sails past you, landing a heap on the floor.

"Sorry," you say. You really do mean it. He tries to grab your ankles, but you dodge his hands.

The bar looks like a stampede went through it. The matron looks up from her cleaning as you leap down the stairs. "How's your boyfriend?"

"Trying to kill me." You sprint for the front door, only to pause. "This happens a lot. Situation normal." One more pause. "And he's not my boyfriend."

An impotent roar hits your ears. "I'm gonna make you eat your hair!"

And there's your cue. Exit, pursued by a clown.

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In hindsight, it makes sense that Sanji would be in the galley making breakfast. You still scream like you saw a corpse when he greets you, but he doesn’t take it personally. Just offers you a warm drink and a place to sit.

You sit at the counter while he pours you a steaming mug of black coffee. You drink deeply. “How do you always manage to make a perfect cup?”

“If I told you that, I’d be out of a job.” He returns his attention to the stove. “So what’s his name?”

You almost spit your coffee all over him. “Say again?”

“You're gone all night and come home in the morning looking like you ran the whole way.” He gives you a sympathetic smile. “Will you at least tell me if you were chased? Just in case we need to bust some heads.”

“I think I lost him by the shipyard.” You stare into the swirling steam. “If you fell in love with someone, would you leave the crew to be with them?”

Sanji’s gaze drifts upwards. "Didn't I already?"

But he's... Oh. Ooooh. "Alright, that was smooth. But you know what I mean."

He pulls a frying pan from the cabinet, gazing into its sheen like a scrying mirror. "I'm not sure. Depends." He looks up. “Is this the same person who sent you running?”

“No,” you say on impulse. Sanji continues to stare at you. You slump. “Yes.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Love always hits like a hurricane,” he says. You quirk your eyebrow at him. “Old East Blue saying. It's sudden, fast, and sweeps you off your feet.”

Not the only thing that does that. "Speaking from experience?”

“First time I saw you, love,” he says with a wink and a smile.

You blush in spite of yourself and laugh. “Call me in ten years. I’m a bit old for you.”

His smile grows. “Could have fooled me.” He clicks the burner on and turns to dig around in the refrigerator. “So, tell me about your temptation.”

“What's there to say? Boy meets girl, boy drinks with girl, boy dances with girl, boy kisses girl…” Boy blows girl's back out, boy gets his heart broken, and boy threatens to make girl eat her hair. “...and here I am.”

“Sounds like a swell guy.” He sets a stick of butter, a rasher of bacon, and a dozen eggs on the table. "At least you had fun."

You snort. “So what do I do about B—” You catch yourself. “About this hurricane of mine?”

Sanji looks at you. Not that accusing right-into-your-soul look that Nami does, but like a man contemplating fish in a pond. “Well, you could build a sea wall, evacuate to higher ground, dance around naked in the rain…”

You chuckle. You wouldn’t mind seeing that. “What would you do?”

He smiles. “Batten down the hatches and enjoy the rising tide.”

You nod. Certainly something to chew on.

Standing, you take your mug. “I’m going to sit on deck. Photosynthesize a bit,” you say. You smile. “Thanks for listening, Sanji. I mean it.”

"Any time, love. I'd never judge." He cracks eggs one by one into the frying pan. “Every big storm has a name. What’s this one?"

You pull the bandanna from your pocket. You should hang it out to dry. “Hurricane Buggy.”

As you head out on deck, you hear the mighty splat of eggs hitting the floor.

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The Buggy Pirates are no stranger to their captain's mercurial temper. Laughing one moment, shouting the next, then throwing a violent fit about who knows what, then back to cackling.

But this is extreme even for him.

They linger outside his cabin, listening to the crashing and slamming. No shouting, though. Just the occasional huffing and puffing, followed by the crack of splintering wood and the whunk of knives hitting the wall.

"How long's he been at this?" the strongwoman asks the fire eater.

"Longer than usual," he mutters. "No one knows why."

The old fortune teller -- also the cook -- crosses her arms. "He was gone all night and he comes back with a love bite. Could only have been a woman."

The shatter of glass makes everyone flinch. Still, not a sound from the captain.

"Could've been a fella," the strongwoman says.

The cook shakes her head. "I've been around a long time, girl. Only a woman could drive a man to this sort of madness. The fury of a woman scorned is nothing compared to the rage of a rejected man."

The contortionist rolls his eyes. "So he fucked around and found out. So what? Mohji said he had eyeballs on the rubber kid's crew. We need to move."

The strongwoman casts him an appraising look. "If you wanna go in and get him, be my guest."

He blinks, then frowns. He crosses his arms. "We could all go in there."

"I'm not gonna fight a guy with a shitload of knives."

"We can take him. Not like he can't stab all of us."

"He literally can."

"Wait. Shh, shh, shh." The fire eater puts a finger to his lips and holds up his hand. "You hear that?"

They all listen. They hear nothing. Silence.

He presses his ear to the door. "He's singing," he says with a frown.

They all glance at each other. That's never a good sign. "Singing what?"

"You know the one about the guy who gets drunk and kills his woman and gets hanged for it?" They nod. "That one."

The cook gives the strongwoman her famous told-ya-so look. The strongwoman rolls her eyes.

The door opens. The fire eater leaps away and everybody tries to look like they weren't eavesdropping as Captain Buggy comes strolling out, fiddling with his scarf and humming. He looks perfectly normal -- well, as normal as a man like him can look.

He speaks like he hasn't spent the last hour tearing his cabin apart. "Mornin', folks!"

The marksman looks at the strongwoman. Say something, it says. She shakes her head and looks at the cook. She looks at the contortionist, who looks right at the captain.

"Rough night, cap'n?" he asks.

Captain Buggy freezes. Everyone flinches.

Slowly, he turns to the contortionist. His expression doesn't change as a disembodied hand snatches the man by the neck and throws him into the water. Everyone jumps away, but nobody dares move any more.

Captain Buggy recalls his hand. "Mohji's found Rubber Boy, huh?" he says. "Great! Right on schedule. One little last minute change, though. The brunette with the long hair? I want her alive."

They look at each other again. "I thought we were gonna kill them all," the strongwoman says.

"Oh, we will. First, I kill Rubber Boy. His ass is still mine. Then you all clean up his little friends. And then..." His voice drops. "I teach the little diva a lesson, and then I'm gonna kill her." The darkness vanishes, and he returns to being jovial. "But first, breakfast!"

He strolls off, humming to himself. As soon as he's out of earshot, the cook speaks.

"Oh, he has got it bad," she says.

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Take a look at a boy like me

Never stood on my own two feet

Now I'm blue as I can be

Oh, love come get me down!

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A/N: And here end the melodramatics! a big thanks to everyone who read and commented and reblogged and liked and sent asks (askers ilu especially, i see a 1 by the envelope and my day is immediately made) 💙 i've got some ✨idears✨ in the pipeline for what's next, but in the meantime... stay flashy~

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cheekynoz · 1 month

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Imagining an AU where Cora and Law get to escape together, and they eventually end up in Alabasta where they meet the one and only Sir Crocodile. Shenanigans ensue, enter Mihawk at some point, and one way or another, Cross Guild is eventually formed. Cross Guild Remastered.

Sir Crocodile the Desert King 🐊🪝👑

Dracule Mihawk the Marine Hunter 🦅🗡🟡

Trafalgar D. Water Law the Surgeon of Death 🐆🩺💀

And Corazon (there for decoration) 🩷👄😁

Masterlist

#corazon #donquixote rosinante #trafalgar law #one piece #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #crocodile #cross guild #Exit Buggy stage left #Sorry Buggy stans but the superior clown has entered #Corazon clown supremacy #cross guild remastered au

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blacklegsanjiii · 3 months

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I saw the post you reblog (about Bepo and Law and favouritism) and it got me thinking what if Sanji and Bepo got closer in Wano (because he is so fluffy and warm) and Chopper got jealous lol.

Like beforehand other than the ladies Chopper always got special treatment, but now it's the ladies, Chopper, and Bepo.

Also I feel like it will fit into the golden!Sanji, Sanji is not into stuffed animal, he is literally is into real animal. Always try to bring home real animal (tame and wild) that Mihawk have a hard time saying no to.

Idk it's so weird and random

Welcome back! This is hilarious and I think fits in really well with Lawsan too.

Sanji definitely brought a lot of animals to Mihawk. After a while Sanji got along with the human drills but they're not pets. It seemed almost every supply runs Sanji would wander up with some new animal to Mihawk. Mihawk takes a deep breath and tells his son gently at first that they cannot have an animal on the island because of the human drills. The more it happens though the more bland and less gentle as the years go on.

Mihawk will find his child in a park covered in animals. Sanji gets a flea bath every time before they leave and it's almost comical to the point that Sanji will just do it. Before he leaves for Baratie Mihawk warns Zeff, who doesn't believe him.

Until Sanji befriended almost all the East Blues animals during restocks. Mihawk laughs, sharp and short over the den den before hanging up on Zeff. He won't say 'i told you so' but he will laugh. Sanji is probably so good with animals because of his observation haki but that also means he's amazing with minks. But Chopper is first and Chopper sees Sanji spoil the ladies and while it's not to the same level Chopper's sweet tooth is often catered too. Plus when Chopper has nightmares Sanji will take him to the galley and make hot cocoa with lots of whip cream and marshmallows and sprinkles.

When Sanji starts screwing around with Law, he keeps hearing about Bepo and loves hearing about Law's crew from the surgeon. He shares some facts about his dad in exchange. He hears all about Bepo and Law teases him about the ladies and Chopper which Sanji laughs off, says they're cute like Bepo in a way. Sanji also says he can't wait to meet Bepo. He doesn't get to meet Bepo until he's in Wano. When the crews are all gathered and Luffy is proudly displaying the 'Dracule Sanji' and it's not the 330,000,000 bounty, it's like 700 million something if not higher. Law is rubbing his temples. Sanji looks exhausted and falls asleep and Bepo lays next to him because he's tired and then passes out. Sanji burrows into the bear to sleep and Law is losing it internally. As is Chopper because it happens through all of Wano. They're freaking out in different ways.

Eventually Sanji brings Chopper with him to the Tang and tells Law they're having a sleepover and to get Bepo and as much as he wanted alone time with his boyfriend he agrees but has his questions. It's before they leave Wano so they have more time after the raid and Chopper has said he missed cuddling Sanji and has been getting jealous so Sanji smiles and hauls him up.

"Why are we doing this?" Law asks.

"Chopper thinks I like Bepo too much but he hasn't cuddled Bepo so I need to show him and I do it now you won't be as pissy later." Sanji points at as Chopper hides his face in embarrassment and calls him a dummy and meanie.

"I take offense." Law bites as he leaves to get Bepo.

"You were supposed!" Sanji yells after him. When he returns with the bear and they all lay on Law's bed(and Bepo because he takes up most of the bed) it only takes a few minutes for the bear to be out and Sanji tucking Chopper into his front as Law spoons, pouting into her neck.

"Wow he is soft." Chopper yawns.

"Mhm, so are you, Chopper, now get some sleep." Sanji coos as he pets him. He falls asleep not long after and Sanji puffs a laugh softly. "You're still pouting." He smirks.

"I thought Nico-ya and Zoro-ya spoiled him enough." Law grumbles.

"He's adorable, I can spoil him too. No one said I couldn't." Sanji grins as Law adjusts himself to lean over him. "By all accounts I spoil you as well, shitty surgeon."

"Oi." Law gruffs.

"You sound like my dad. He would always get upset when I brought something home, even when it wasn't dangerous." Sanji pouts this time. Law looks at him appalled and taken back.

"What the hell were you bringing home to Mihawk that made him upset?" He asks.

"Birds, mice, rats, a few cats, one time a circus broke out on the island we'd do supply runs at and he and the ring leader found me with most of the animals. Then he killed the ring leader." Sanji lists off.

"You're like a goddamned fairytale princess." Law says kissing him.

"Mm, he wasn't happy when I found a wolf and wanted to keep it." Sanji hums.

"Did you?" Law grins.

"No, shitty bastard said we had the human drills and that was enough." Sanji bemoans.

"My poor darling, you only had some apes on the island as pets." Law laughs as he lays back down after they share another kiss.

"Nah, they had swords, they weren't pets." Sanji mumbles as sleep starts taking him. Law blinks a few times as the words sink in but he's out by the time he collects his thoughts on the matter.

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bitchapalooza · 3 months

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It’s 2 the morning, might I present to you Cross (trans) Guild headcanons:

Mihawk has had both top and bottom surgery. He claims his top surgery was done by himself and indicated by the tone of his voice he is not joking. Evidence however suggests otherwise. Will he ever come out with the name of the surgeon who operated on him? Never, he enjoys the expression on people’s faces whenever he says he cut them off himself lmao. It’s really scary how unbothered he is when administering his own hrt.

Buggy unfortunately can’t have surgery of any kind but he’s lucky his devil fruit at least allows him the privilege of chopping off and reattaching his tits depending on if he really wants them in the moment. Being mid conversation with someone when a pair of honkers come flying by is very common on the Big Top and is no longer a shocker to the veterans of the crew. Newbies however freak out which Buggy finds hilarious so he keeps doing it. Because he can’t take shots, he uses testosterone gel—for which he has been banned from touching people for a few hours after because he’s really bad at applying it completely.

Crocodile chose not to completely transform his body, however it’s not like his body would allow Ivankov’s treatment anyway. It’s an automatic defense for his body to dissolve into sand when punctured—unless when under anesthesia. He was able to take a low dosage of Ivankov’s power before his DF powers took over; he still has the puncture scars. He’s had top surgery but finds phalloplasty to be far too risky. If he’s honest, even the top surgery was pushing his anxiety which would only cause his body to go into defense mode more frequently. He takes t-shots no problem. Though he wishes to train himself to be able to take Ivankov’s ability more in order to fully transform his body.

#they’re all transmasc BOO #did I scare you?#one piece #one piece headcanons #cross guild #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #buggy the clown

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 2 years

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What do op men's hands are like part 1

Red haired Shanks

Shank's hands aren't the softest or the smoothest. He is a swordsman, a pirate, and a sailor, so his hands are dry as fuck. His skin will scratch at your skin when he runs them over your skin.

He has a habit of running his fingers through his hair, which is usually a little on the greasy side. Unfortunately it's pretty much the closest thing to moisturizing them that he gets. It also usually makes his hangnails significantly worst. Which he ends up biting them off when they start to bother him, or when he's bored, or he's finished biting his nails.

And yes, he does bite his nails. Shanks has always chewed his nails down to the nail bed ever since he was a child. Both Benn and Rayleigh have tried and failed multiple times to get him to stop.

You might think that all of this makes Shanks's hands very unpleasant to the touch. And as long as he's not giving you a massage for a prolonged period of time without using oil or lotion, it is very pleasant.

Law

Law is a surgeon, so he's very careful with his hands. He uses lotions and goes as far as as to oil his cuticles and around his fingers. However, he is still a swordsman, so he has calluses on the pads of his hands. Law usually keeps his nails short, but not down to the nail bed. He lets there be like an eighth of an inch to his nails.

Law's hands are unfortunately kind of clammy most of the time. It's something he'll be self-conscious about early on in your relationship. But as it progresses he'll sink into being comfortable running his hands along your body, he'll still wipe his hands off before doing so.

Law has a habit of twiddling thumbs when he's deep in thought. It isn't uncommon to find him hunched over in the polar tang and resting his elbows on his knees with his hands clutched together and his thumbs rubbing together against his pursed lips as he's deep in thought. You don't understand how he can have his hands so close to his face, especially considering that his hands reek of disinfectant.

Mihawk

Mihawk is a world-class swordsman, a solo sailor, and he farms his own food. So his hands are so callused that they're smooth. His skin isn't dry, he regularly rubs various oils and moisturizers into his hand. Granted it's usually the stuff he uses for his face, but it works.

Mihawk's hands are amazing to hold, they're the perfect temperature. They're warm during the winter and cool during the summer. He's aware that you will often hold his hand as an excuse to warm up or cool down your own hands. So when the two of you are out in the elements for prolonged periods of time, he'll cup your cheeks, so you can take advantage of his own body temperature. Mihawk likes to give you sweet little kisses on your forehead when he does this.

He doesn't bother trimming his nails, they usually wear down as he goes about his life. They're usually short, but long enough that dirt gets under them quite often, but he's meticulous about cleaning them one's he's finished doing the dirty work. Mihawk will sometimes use them to scratch along your head, neck and spine, when the two of you are snuggle up together at bedtime.

It's practically a part of both of your nighttime routines. He'll come inside after the sun set, for either training, farming, or fixing up the castle. He'll take off his work boots before coming into the house, he'll go take a shower, while you cook dinner. After you'll eat alone together, unless Zorro and Perona are home. Then the two of you lounge around in the same room, doing different activities, just sharing space and enjoying the tranquility. Then he'll get settled down in bed as you shower, and once you're done, and dressed he'll pull you into bed. As you rest your head against his chest, you drift off into a peaceful sleep as his nails rhythmically scratch from your head, down to your tail bone and back while you listen to his heart beat.

Katakuri

Despite the fact Katakuri is an amazing fighter, he spends most of his days doing paper work and wearing gloves. He is also a mochi man, so his hands are smooth, soft, cool, and they smell nice, except his knuckles are rough from punching. And because of his devil fruit, he doesn't need to use any moisturizer, and he doesn't get permanent wrinkles either.

Katakuri also keeps his nails short, but he doesn't use clippers, he just peels them off t the margins. Which is why he wears the gloves, to try and stop him from wrecking his nails. But the moment the gloves come off he's breaking them and pulling them off. So the edge of his nails are kind of uneven, and wildly jagged.

The temperature of his hands depends on the temperature of his environment. They get warm and sticky when it's warm out, and cold and stiff when it's cold, another reason he wears the gloves. Katakuri will put his hands on you to annoy you when they get bad, but only when you're. His hands are still soft, and cushy, so when his hand engulfs yours, and he kisses your knuckles during sweet moments together, it's always very tender for the both of you.

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lockes-woods · 2 months

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Stuck Chapter 25

A/N: Sorry for the inadvertent hiatus. I mentioned it before, but I've been having some tech issues. That coupled with some personal stuff kept adding to the delay. I'm so relieved to finally post this chapter. I've gotten to the point where I kinda hate it, but I'd rather post this than totally start over.

MDNI

Warnings: smut, oral (m & f receiving), PIV, facial, face sitting, Jealousy sex/emotionally charged sex. (LMK if there's anything I missed)

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Overwhelmed did not even begin to describe how Himiko felt. It felt like Shanks was everywhere. He alternated between kissing her, leaving open-mouth kisses down her throat, and sucking hickey into any area of her exposed skin that had yet to be tainted. His hand roamed over her body the best he could with the dress in the way. His hand finally found purchase laced within her hair at the nape of her neck; pulling her in for another desperate kiss that he dominated. He pressed into her trying to find any relief to his growing problem as he grinded against her stomach. She lost her footing momentarily, as Shanks firmly pressed her back into Mihawk. Luckily Mihawk had wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her up and back against him before she could stumble to the ground. While his right arm was wrapped around her waist, his left arm snaked up between her breasts, his hand finding its way around her throat. He applied light pressure, not enough to cut off her breathing, but just enough to remind her of who was in charge. She was only vaguely aware of the sound of the front door slamming shut behind her as Mihawk leaned down to her height. A shiver wracked through her as his breath caressed her ear before he spoke.

“You have exactly 10 seconds to tell me how to get you out of your dress before I rip it off of you.” He ordered in a chillingly calm voice. Himiko wasted five of the 10 seconds trying to pull away from Shanks before he finally relented.

“Invisible zipper,” Himiko panted, “center of my back.”

Mihawk let out a hum as he quickly zipped the gown down, following the line of her spine to just above her underwear. Shanks and he both made quick work of the dress; pulling it down so that it pooled around her feet. With Shanks’ helping hand Himiko stepped out and away from the now discarded dress. Mihawk squeezed her hip causing her to pause as she began to slip out of the heels.

“Leave them on,” he ordered in a stern tone, she nodded; left standing in a pure white thigh-high and garter set, now ruined panties, and a pair of matching heels. She relinquished all control allowing Mihawk to steer her towards the kitchen. Where he promptly bent her over. The added height allowed her to lean over the raised island with ease. Another shiver cut through her as her nipples hardened upon contact with the cool countertop. Condensation formed as her hot pants hit the marble of the island. She was somewhat aware of the pair stripping from their formal wear as she caught her breath. A whine escaped her as she felt Mihawk’s pulsing member against her. The only barrier between them was her dampened underwear. Mihawk draped himself over her, once again talking softly into her ear.

“Color?” he asked, maintaining his calm disposition.

“Green,” she breathed out.

“Good girl,” he responded, pecking the side of her head before pulling back. Himiko could feel the tip of his cock pulse against her entrance as he pulled her underwear to the side. He had just started to ease into her when Shanks interrupted him.

“Wait,” he said, pulling Mihawk’s attention away from Himiko. A pathetic whine escaped her as she rested prone against the counter. His firm grip on her hip stopped any attempt of hers to take more than just the tip of him inside of her. Himiko could feel her heart beating in her ears as an uneasy quietness enveloped the apartment. Before she could question why Shanks had stopped them a ripping sound sounded off through the space. An involuntary gasp escaped Himiko as the tattered remains of her panties rested against her. Mihawk’s grip on her hip became bruising as the couple silently communicated behind her.

“Darling?” Mihawk asked, never breaking his cool tone.

“Y-yes?” Himiko responded, uneasily.

“What is this?” Shanks asked, walking around the island to face her. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the business card Boa had given her earlier in the night.

“A business card?” she answered vaguely.

“Uh huh, and who gave you this business card?” Shanks asked, reaching down to cup her face to force her to make eye contact.

“Dr. B-Boa,” She replied a whine cutting through her response; her focus was split between their conversation and the sensation of the head of Mihawk’s cock resting just passed her entrance. Shanks hummed pensively in response, absentmindedly stroking her bottom lip with his thumb.

“And why did Dr. Boa give you this card?” He asked.

“She was hitting on me,” Himiko started as she began to catch her breath, “I thought I threw it out,”

“Did you accept her advances?” Shanks asked, his grip began to tighten.

“What?! No, she cornered me in a bathroom, I didn’t even respond to her.” Himiko replied. Shanks hummed to himself at her response.

“Do you want to end this relationship?” Shanks asked, catching Himiko off guard.

“No,” Himiko said shaking her head as tears began to prick at the corners of her eyes. Her overstimulation had come to a head. Between the mixed feelings about returning to her father’s pool club, Dr. Boa’s advances, and Shanks's accusation she didn’t know how to feel. She took a deep breath through her nose to center herself. She kept in mind her safe word that she knew she could sound off at any time. For now, she was fine, just stuck between all the stimulation of her emotions and her physical need for the two men.

“Are you sure? Because your recent behavior indicates that you do.” Shanks replied coolly, still cupping her face. On some level, Shanks knew he was being mean, but the combination of alcohol and jealousy impaired his ability to be subjective.

“No, I don’t want anyone else; just you and sir.” Himiko pleaded, tears beginning to pool in her waterline, blurring her vision.

“Is that right?” Shanks asked leaning down so that they were on eye level.

“Yes, Daddy. Please I’ll do anything.” She replied desperately.

“Anything?” he clarified.

“Yes,” She nodded in response, tears now openly flowing down her face.

“Then be a good girl and prove it,” Shanks responded.

“Prove it?” Himiko asked.

“Yes, sunshine. Be a good girl and show Sir and me how much you want us.” Shanks answered before pulling her in for a bruising kiss. He swallowed her gasp at the sensation of Mihawk pulling out and thrusting halfway back in; despite his own mixed emotions he knew her limits and kept them in mind above all else. While he wasn’t as jealous as Shanks, he did have his own overwhelming frustration from his interaction with Boa to work out of his system. A groan escaped him as he pulled back and thrusted fully back into Himiko. He would never get used to how well her smaller form could take from his 6’6” proportions. He took calming breaths as he allowed her time to adjust. He sucked on his teeth as Himiko’s walls clenched around him. While he tried to stay focused at the moment, the image of Boa’s smug face flashed through his mind, rekindling his anger.

Himiko moaned into the kiss as she felt Mihawk pulse within her. She and Shanks had never kissed like this before; it was the opposite of chaste. Sure, Shanks dominated the majority of their kisses, but this was different, it was sloppy and emotionally charged. It bordered on violent as their teeth clashed against each other’s, it left her breathless. Himiko gasped for air as Shanks pulled away; a string of saliva still connecting them.

“Fuck, Sir please,” Himiko begged, emotion high in her voice, “Please move, I can take it.”

“I’m afraid you’re not in the position to be making demands tonight darling,” Mihawk responded, gripping onto his composure by a thread.

“I bet Hancock would have fucked me by now,” She mouthed off, her emotions shifted to the side as her need to be fucked took priority. She instantly regretted this move, feeling the bruising grip of Mihawk’s fingers gripping at the fat of her love handles. She knew she was fucked when she saw Shanks’s eyes widen in reaction to Mihawk’s facial expression that she couldn’t make out from her angle. The air was immediately knocked out of her as Mihawk’s hips thrusted at a brutal pace against her ass; his balls slapping against her clit at each pass. She gripped onto the edge of the island in front of her to brace herself as he continued to pound into her. The slick sound of Shanks’s pumping his cock in succession with Mihawk’s thrust joined the lewd sounds filling the apartment. Pitiful whines and moans escaped her as Mihawk’s hips shifted to hit even deeper than before. The coil inside her was seconds away from snapping, as she quickly approached her peak.

“Fuck, Sir I’m gonna cum,” she moaned.

“Oh? Do you think Dr. Boa would let you cum this quick?” he asked, in a condescending tone, hips stilling. Himiko let out a cry as her peak was snatched away from her.

“I asked you a question darling. Do. You. Think. That. Boa. Would. Let. You. Cum.” He asked again thrusting into her in time with his words.

“No, Sir,” Himiko cried out, as Mihawk’s thrust began to build up again.

“And when do you get to cum?” Mihawk asked, cock pulsing within her.

“When you say so,” Himiko answered, tears pricking her eyes for the second time tonight. She shut her eyes, focusing all of her attention on Mihawk.

“Hmm, so there are some sensible thoughts still wracking around that brain of yours.” Mihawk mused, “You’ve gone past encroaching on being a brat, but you’re not a total lost cause.”

Himiko whined in response, a spark forming in her core as she felt him building up to his orgasm. His hips doubled their pace, as his rhythm became more and more sloppy.

“Fuck,” Shanks gasped, snapping Himiko’s eyes open. Her eyes widen as she took in the angry red head of Shank’s cock, just out of reach from her mouth.

“Be a good girl and open wide for Daddy, baby,” Shanks ordered, Himiko opened her mouth to take his cock in. She received no warning before ropes of Shanks’ cum shot onto her face. She had just managed to close her eyes, leaving her mouth open as ordered. The taste of Shanks overwhelmed her palate, causing her to clench around Mihawk. If Mihawk hadn’t ruined her makeup in their trip up the elevator it was definitely ruined now.,

She was so close; she just needed a little pressure on her clit- Before she could reach down Mihawk once again grabbed her hips as a lifeline and snapped his hips against her ass one last time before coming inside of her. Tears began to freely fall from her eyes as she mourned the loss of her orgasm. She was careful to keep her eyes closed as she heard shuffling around her. A high pitch whine sounded off from deep within her throat as Mihawk eased out of her abused cunt. She could feel his cum sliding down her legs; no doubt ruining her stockings.

She let out a pleasant hum as a warm washcloth was dabbed against her face. Shanks took extra care around her eyes.

“There we go baby,” Shanks cooed as he stroked her now clean cheek. Himiko hesitantly blinked her eyes open, only to find the couple staring down at her with fond looks on their faces.

“How are you feeling love? Do you want to keep going or have you had your fill for the night?” Mihawk asked.

“I wanna cum,” she pleaded.

“Baby, you know only good girls get to cum. You’re gonna have to work hard to get that privilege back.” Shanks said, a smirk forming on his face.

“Please Daddy,” Himiko whined, “I’ll let you have me in any way you want.”

“Any way I want?” Shanks questioned, his bratty tone shining through.

“Mhm,” she hummed, her focus split between the conversation she was having with Shanks and Mihawk’s movement back behind her. Himiko bit her lip at the sensation of Mihawk's fingers stroking her slit.

“Go get ready,” Mihawk ordered Shanks as he stroked gently against her inner thigh. Shanks nodded in response, pushing his pants and underwear fully down and kicking off his dress shoes. Himiko’s eyes locked on his bare form as he disappeared around the corner to their room. An “eep”, escaped her as Mihawk’s arm snaked around her waist and pulled her back against him before turning her around so that her back was resting against the island. In one seamless movement, he grasped her under her arms and placed her on the edge of the counter. She bit her lip out of nervous habit as they now her at eye level with each other.

“I don’t think you’ll need these anymore,” Mihawk said, as he undid the garter belts. First, focusing on the one on her waist before kneeling down to undo the ones still strapped around her thighs. He placed a gentle kiss on each of her thighs as he rolled down her stockings and eased her out of her heels. He pulled her into a chaste kiss as he stood to his full height, going as quickly as he had come. His cool hand still rested against her cheek as he looked down at her with an emotion she couldn’t place.

“I’m sorry Sir,” she said looking up at him, transfixed on his golden eyes.

“It’s okay love, I can assure you that my frustrations lie with myself and Boa more than you,” He replied, stroking her cheek with a feather’s touch, “I hope we weren’t too rough with you.”

“You weren’t,” Himiko said adamantly, “I-I kinda,” she started before pausing.

“Yes?” Mihawk prompted her.

“I-I kinda like it when you’re rough with me. It’s kinda hot that you’re not only getting a sexual release when you fuck me, as well as an emotional one.”

“You like helping me and Daddy with working through our emotions?” Mihawk asked with a small half smile.

“I just like being of use, and it’s kinda a turn-on to know you crave me for a release as much as I do too,” she answered bashfully.

“Darling, you have no idea how much we crave you,” he answered, “Now are you ready? Daddy should be set up by now.”

Himiko nodded in response, before quickly saying “Yes,” without his normal reminder.

Mihawk smirked in response, “Good job baby, we love it when you’re vocal.”

Mihawk quickly eased out of his slacks and boxer briefs, while toeing off his dress shoes. His shirt and bowtie were long forgotten on the floor.

“Ready?” he asked,

“Yeah,” she responded, wrapping her legs around his now bare waist as he lifted her off the counter. He supported her bottoms as her thighs quaked around him, not yet fully recovered from his ministration. He kicked open the bedroom door and gently placed her down on the bed, before doubling back to close the door to ensure Anko stayed out. Himiko glanced over her shoulder, taking Shanks's form. He was positioned on his back, head propped up against some pillow; Himiko didn’t have to ask to clarify what he wanted.

“Really?” she asked, rolling her eyes.

“What?” Shanks answered with a mischievous grin.

“You, know exactly what I’m talking about,” Himiko sighed, crawling up the bed to straddle his chest, “You really going to throw away a punishment so that I’ll finally sit on your face?”

“Sit on my face?” Shanks asked coyly, “That’s a great idea baby, I never thought of that.”

Himiko couldn’t help but roll her eyes again, cupping Shanks's face softly in her palm as she looked down at him.

“You sure about this Daddy? She asked, “Sir just came in me.”

“Positive; I’ve met all your demands.” he said, smirking up at her, “Plus, don’t you think it’s hot that I’ll be savoring both your releases at the same time?”

“My only demand was for Mihawk to be here and be coherent,” Himiko replied, avoiding his question as she felt blood rush to her face.

“Exactly, he’s here to spot you-Which I would love to point out seems like overkill,” Shanks said back.

“Darling, while I would never want to sway your decision when it comes to your sexual boundaries, please sit on his face already.” Mihawk sighed, embracing her from behind, “I don’t think I can last another day of his whining about you not sitting on his face yet.”

“Okay,” Himiko replied, “How would you like me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Shanks started, a wide smile stretching across his face, “I want you to sit down on me with your back facing the headboard and your front flush with mine.”

“Are we 69ing?” Himiko asked.

“Sort of,” Shanks answered, “All you have to do to cum on my face is to make each of us cum once more,”

“Okay,” she nodded, “And then I get my cumming privilege back?”

“Yes,” He answered, excitement clear in his voice. Himiko turned around on her knees before backing up to hover above Shanks’ face, feet braced against the headboard. She leaned down, bracing herself on her forearms as she took in Shanks’ already erect cock. Mihawk perched himself on the side of the bed, cock within reaching distance of Himiko. Himiko focused in on him first; he was only at half-mast. That paired with her knowledge of how fast Shanks cums when going down on her made her decision easy.

She slowly eased herself down so that she was just within Shanks’ reach.

“Stop hovering,” Shanks ordered, annoyance clear in his voice.

“I’m not hovering.” Himiko snarks back. Shanks quickly wrapped his right arm around her right thigh and tugged her down flush with his face before she could even think of adjusting herself closer to him. She quickly adjusted her body weight so that the majority of it was resting on her left forearm.

“Fuck,” she moaned, as Shanks wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard. His arm released her leg, hand moving down to begin to finger what was left of Mihawk’s cum back into her pussy. Another moan ripped through the room as Shanks curled his fingers against the front wall of her pussy; thrusting hard against that spot that always had her falling apart. She quickly wrapped her hand around Mihawk’s now fully erect cock and sucked the head into her mouth. She knew she wasn’t going to last long, especially after Mihawk’s inadvertent edging. Shanks and she were in a race to see who could make who cum first. She alternated sucking one cock while simultaneously jerking the other. She couldn’t help but moan against Mihawk’s cock as Shanks found a rhythm and sped up. Himiko was at a loss until a thought popped into her head.

“Sir,” she panted pulling off of his dick.

“Yes, love?” Mihawk responded.

“Can you scoot a little closer?” She asked, Mihawk nodded, pressing his leg firmly against Shanks’.

“A little closer,” she begged,

“Like this?” Mihawk asked, placing his right leg between Shanks’s, now straddling the redhead’s thigh.

“Perfect,” She answered with a smile now able to cuff both their cocks in one hand. Moans escaped both men as they began to rut against each other. She struggled to keep a grip on both of them while they were in motion. Himiko was about to give up on her plan when Mihawk’s larger palm enveloped hers. Easily containing the two men’s dicks. Himiko glanced up at him confused, Mihawk was already looking down at her with a warm half-smile. He leaned down and pecked the crown of her head, pushing down lightly on her neck to encourage her to take their heads back into her mouth.

Shanks’ hips began to shudder under her new technique. They were equally fucked. Himiko’s thighs began to quake at the sensation of Shanks’ lips sealed around her clit. A combination of her slick, his spit, and Mihawk’s cum dripping down her legs. One last swipe of Himiko’s tongue against the slit on the tip of Shanks’ erection had him moaning into her pussy. His hips spasmed as he came deep down her throat. His cum leaked from the corners of Himiko’s lips as she struggled to take his load. Mihawk released his grip on their cocks to not overstimulate the redhead.

Himiko’s focus locked in on Mihawk’s cock. She did everything she could to make him cum as she ascended closer and closer to her orgasm. His dick pulsed in her mouth as she freely moaned around it keeping her grip consistent with how he liked it. Himiko peaked up at him through her lashes. Mihawk immediately threw his head back with a loud groan as he shot off into her mouth in response. More cum dripped from the corners of her lips as she pulled off his cock and took a deep breath.

Her entire body spasmed as Shanks brushed against her g-spot and nipped lightly at her clit. She rode out her orgasm griding down on Shanks’ face; no longer afraid of crushing him. With what little energy she had left she fell to her left onto the bed, before collapsing. Her and Shanks’s pants filled the room as they laid head to toe next to each other. The bed groaned as Mihawk perched on the side next to Shanks’s head wiping his lower face clean of the mixture of liquids. He pecked him on the lips before moving around the bed to gently cup Himiko’s head and wipe away their combination of cum.

“My messy eaters,” Mihawk mused to himself, as he helped orient Himiko in the right direction. He momentarily left to discard the washcloths. The sight of his two partners now cuddled together on the edge of sleep had him stopping in the bathroom doorway. He felt a flutter in his chest which caused him to pause. What the feeling meant didn’t confuse him, but rather who it was directed at. He had only ever felt that way about Shanks, yet in this moment the flutter felt larger, like his heart was expanding. He shook his head and marked it up to exhaustion as he circled the bed to his side. He allowed sleep to take him as he curled up behind Himiko, a loose grip hugging her waist.

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Thank you so much as always for taking the time to read! I finally have a new laptop/phone and I'm pumped to be able to write again. I hope you're doing well wherever you are.

-Locke 💛

#stuck #dracule mihawk #red haired shanks #dracule mihawk x reader #modern au #red haired shanks x dracule mihawk #red haired shanks x reader #red haired shanks x dracule mihawk x reader #surgeon mihawk #sugar daddy au #cross posted on ao3 #one piece fanfiction

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cigarcloud · 4 months

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The Sun Hardly Touches Me - Ch. 2

Chapter 1 Word Count: 2000 Ao3 Link Summary: Jinbe knows Crocodile is Luffy's father, now he has to grapple with it as Luffy recovers. Author's Note: This should be the last chapter that deals so heavily with canon events. Thanks for reading!

Jinbe was sitting next to a corpse.

“If I die, can you please look after my little brother?”

The room had been quiet for the past two weeks. It had been a screeching symphony as emergency surgery took place. Now, the room was left with nothing but the soft ticking and murmuring of machines, mechanical ingenuity doing what the body would not. Occasionally, the surgeon would come. He would rake his eyes over the body, the machines. His pen would scratch notes on paper. Sometimes he would adjust something, others he wouldn’t. He never said a word to Jinbe. It was unnerving. Trafalgar had risked much saving the boy, and now he looked at his body with cold disinterest.

A body that shouldn’t even be there, if the boy’s will would just bend to reality. Jinbe was beginning to understand that was not Monkey D. Luffy’s style. He had become intrigued, during Marineford. He hadn’t thought he would fulfill Ace’s request, his last as it had turned out. If he would stand with Luffy, it would be on the pirate’s own merits. Luffy would have to earn Jinbe’s respect, he couldn't simply absorb Ace's. In the end, he did earn it.

Ace might have been the Fire Fist, but no one could deny the fire inside his little brother. There was something in his eyes, something determined and manic and terrifying. The kid tore through marines without thought, without mercy. That was common, in the pirating business. What wasn’t was the lack of cruelty, the idealism present. He would do what he had to, to save his brother. He wouldn’t do more.

That was two weeks ago, that was when the kid still had his brother to fight for. At Marineford had looked like a demon. Now, he looked like a kid.

Two weeks had given Jinbe too much time to linger on the events of Marineford. Mostly of Whitebeard, and of Ace. What he could have done, how he could have spared the two friends he lost, the father and son. Eventually, with all the time and silence Jinbe had, that thread would find space to spool elsewhere.

Father and son.

“As for his bloodline, he’s the son of Dragon the Revolutionary!”

That had interested Jinbe a bit, but ultimately it was of no consequence. The boy was here to fight for Ace, the same as Jinbe. Who cared who’s spawn he was? That was easier to maintain for that brief time when he only knew one of the boy’s parents.

“Don’t let them have my son!”

That was… more interesting. It had faded to the back of his mind, for the frantic moments immediately after the war. It had even stayed hidden for the days after, as Jinbe moved through grief. He was better practiced at it than he wished he was. Luffy was taking too long, and now Jinbe’s mind had latched onto that one sentence, and the widening of Crocodile’s eyes as he said it. It certainly hadn’t been the man’s intentions to say it, that much was clear.

It couldn’t be true, unless it could. Jinbe’s time with Emporio Ivankov was brief, but it was enough to get the gist of his powers. Something about a secret the monarch held, something that Sir Crocodile would behave for. There wasn’t much Crocodile would set his pride aside for. If the cost of his pride would hurt it even more, then Jinbe supposed it made sense.

So, a biological possibility. What was more convincing however, was Crocodile himself. Jinbe had been as shocked as everyone else when the former Warlord had spurred into action. He had been wholly uninterested in helping Ace. He had made it quite clear he was there for his own grudge against Whitebeard. So why spare Ace? Why defend Luffy against Mihawk? Why throw himself with reckless abandon in front of Akainu?

It was completely out of character. Jinbe and Crocodile certainly weren’t close. In their time shared as Warlords Jinbe had learned Crocodile didn’t do close. He didn’t risk himself for anyone, he didn’t take risks. His fight with Whitebeard had been his one and only, as far as Jinbe could ever glean. That lesson seemed to embed itself deep into Crocodile.

So, why now?

Luffy was an anomaly, that much Jinbe had seen. He pulled in people, he had a way of capturing attention, for good and for ill. That wasn’t enough to explain Crocodile. He had his own goal when he went to Marineford, one that had Jinbe watching him like a hawk. Then, he had made one halfhearted dive at Whitebeard, before throwing everything into saving Luffy and Ace. As Jinbe mulled it over in his mind, the conclusion seemed inevitable. Crocodile had changed after it was announced Luffy was the son of the Revolutionary. That, above all else, told Jinbe the truth.

Crocodile was Luffy’s other parent, and he hadn’t seemed to know that until Sengoku’s announcement. That was… Jinbe wasn’t sure what that was. He wasn’t sure what to do with the information at all, now that he had it. Perhaps he should tell Luffy, although maybe not as soon as he woke.

Definitely not as soon as he woke.

The quite hum of the small room was pierced by a scream.

“ACE!” Luffy shot up, faster than he had any right to. The surgeon came rushing in as Luffy pulled all his supports off, screaming and wailing the entire time. He tried to hold Luffy down, but even with Jinbe’s assistance, it was no use. They were both being far too delicate.

Luffy’s face was as blank as it was the moment Fire Fist died. His body was moving, but his mind was statue still, stuck at the moment Akainu struck his brother. The screams devolved into formless sounds, no more calls for his brother could be made out.

Luffy tore out of the submarine, racing into the wilderness of Amazon Lily.

“What will happen if we leave him alone?” Jinbe asked the surgeon in the ringing silence that followed Luffy’s departure.

“If his wounds reopen, he could die.” His voice was flat.

Unnerving.

Jinbe turned away from the man, and followed the destruction left in Luffy’s wake.

He watched Luffy for a time. He knew he would have to intervene, but that if it happened too soon, he would achieve nothing. Luffy was once again made demon. He threw himself around, punching and screaming and clawing at an invisible enemy. His movements grew sporadic, reaching for anything to shield him from the truth. When his tangle of limbs brought him on his hands and knees to Jinbe’s feet, he took the opportunity to speak.

“The war is over. Ace is-”

“DON’T SAY IT! DON’T SAY ANYTHING!” Luffy screamed, his breath harsh. “I twisted my cheek until it almost tore off.” The tears were falling, and Luffy looked like a kid again, just as he had on that table. “If it was a bad dream, I’d be awake by now.” He looked up at Jinbe. “It’s not a bad dream, is it?” His voice broke apart on the question, before it renewed, building up to a roar. “ACE IS DEAD, ISN’T HE?”

“Yes. He’s dead.” Another scream ripped out of Luffy’s throat, and Jinbe could see a trickle of blood flowing out of it from the abuse. Luffy stayed on his hands and knees, slamming his head into the ground. Screaming about how he couldn’t protect anyone, and Jinbe had had enough.

“Luffy-”

“Go away!” The child screeched.

“I can’t do that, I won’t allow you to go on hurting yourself.” Jinbe advanced, but Luffy remained oblivious.

“It’s my body, I can do what I want!”

“That’s how Ace thought, he died because he did what he wanted with his body.” Jinbe’s voice was growing louder, his anger and fear of what Luffy might do if left to continue was catching up to his compassion, quickly.

“SHUT UP!” Luffy screamed. “One more word out of you and I’ll clobber you.”

It was a pitiful attempt, and the bite that followed did little to cool Jinbe’s rising frustrations. He soon had Luffy pressed against a tree, his words rushing from his mouth as the dam broke. He was desperate to get through to the boy, and every word seemed to pick at the sheet of ice that rested over Luffy’s eyes.

“Don’t dwell on what you lost, what’s gone is gone forever! Try to remember what you still have!” Jinbe’s grip finally loosed, letting the boy slide to the ground as tears welled in his eyes once more. It was different, this time.

“I have my crew!”

Jinbe watched as Luffy pulled himself together, and let him cling to his back as they walked towards the bay. He was startled to find the submarine was gone, and the Dark King Rayleigh had come to aid Luffy.

Everything moved quickly then, as they prepared to enact Luffy and Rayleigh’s plan. To return to Marineford so soon was so idiotic that no one was prepared for it. It gave them exactly the opportunity they needed to get Luffy’s message out. In all the chaos, the truth of Luffy’s full parentage almost entirely slipped Jinbe’s mind.

It was only as the time approached that Jinbe was to depart that he remembered. He still grappled with himself, it it was something his friend needed to deal with on top of everything else. The journey to send out his message had truly lightened him however, and Jinbe didn’t feel it was his right to withhold it from Luffy any longer.

“Luffy.” He gestured Luffy to join him on the whale shark he stood upon. The rubber boy vaulted over the ledge and landed neatly next to Jinbe with a laugh.

“What’s up?” Jinbe looked at him with consideration.

“It’s about something I discovered at Marineford, something about your family.” Jinbe began, and Luffy’s eyes widened.

“Ace? Something about Ace?” There was still a pain that crossed Luffy’s face when his older brother was mentioned, but it was a quiet hurt. Luffy would carry that grief for the rest of his life, but Jinbe was no longer concerned it would swallow him whole.

“No, not your brother. Your parents.” Jinbe said, and Luffy’s face scrunched.

“I already know Dragon is my dad. Or did you mean Dadan? I don’t see why anyone would’ve mentioned her. Oh! Maybe you mean Shanks!” He looked excited again, and Jinbe startled.

“I- Shanks? How on Earth do you know Red Haired Shanks? What do you mean parent- no.” Jinbe cut himself off. He would have to file that away for later, when him and Luffy met again and had time to discuss things. Things like why exactly Luffy considered one of the four Emperors a potential parent. “Your other biological parent, Luffy.”

“Oh, my mom? I don’t know anything about her.” Jinbe sighed, not knowing if he would even be able to convince Luffy in the short time he had. Still, he was determined to try.

“Your other parent… appears to be Sir Crocodile.” Luffy stared at Jinbe blankly. “When we we’re leaving Marineford he rescued us from Akainu, and as we left he told me ‘Don’t let them have my son’. Now I know that may be hard to understand, but I believe-”

“Oh okay. So I have two dads? And Sand Gator saved us?” His voice lifted. “He did start acting so funny, didn’t he? Ha! He must have been so surprised! Thanks for telling me Jinbe, I can’t wait to see you in two years! Bye!” Before Jinbe could react, Luffy was gone, stretched back onto the deck of Boa Hancock’s ship.

Jinbe numbly waved back before lowering himself to grasp the whale shark, directing it towards Fishman Island.

“He…” Jinbe muttered to himself. “He took that… very well.”

#fanfic #one piece #sir crocodile #monkey d. luffy #jinbe #crocodad #the sun hardly touches me

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gentlygolden · 5 months

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something abt zoro knowing both kuina and perona, like. (spoilers below)

Kuina’s father didn’t think women could be great sword wielders; Perona doesn’t use a sword. Kuina felt so trapped in her body; Perona can literally leave hers.

kuina being told she would never surpass anyone because she was a woman; Perona who grew up with Cindry unwillingly serving Hogback and listening to Absalom complain about how badly men are treated.

Kuina with her father who, while in a very warped way, wanted her to have a normal life and to protect her from everything that would come from being a swordswoman; Perona with Moria who was still grieving his first crew too deeply to be present for a kid and also allowed a misogynistic surgeon & a creeper (who can turn invisible) into his crew, all for the sake of devoted and replaceable servants.

Kuina who wanted everything that came with being a swordswoman; Perona who has known nothing but Thriller Bark.

Kuina dying as a kid ; Perona joining Moria as a kid.

Kuina never got to meet Mihawk; Perona lives with Mihawk and they squabble about what to make for dinner.

Kuina talked about who she’ll be in the future; Perona always talks about the way things used to be.

anyway. uh

#shimotsuki kuina #kuina one piece #perona #perona one piece #perona op #ghost princess perona #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #haunted blades #goth family #one piece #frogmade #frogtalks

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sleepingsongbird · 1 year

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Alrighty so I’m finally getting around to writing some modern au One Piece fic so I figured I should probably share some background for it!

Everything is set in one giant city and I have put way too much thought into this

City is roughly split up between the “four emperors”

The Grand Line(NE-SW) is the main commercial street that runs through the center of the city where every large group has a front. It intersects Red Street(NW-SE) which divides the territories. The Hospital sits at the East corner of where the Grand line and red street intersect.

Big mom’s pastries

The Red Force bar - cocktail bar

Kids repair shop

The Amazon Lily - Boa Hancock’s strip club

Rayleigh is a legal consultant and the only piece of neutral territory on the grand line

Marinefold- the Town hall sits dead center of Red street

Lodge square - located in the center in front of city hall

Pacifista church - run by Kuma, large mega church

Etc.

The Heart territory is a couple blocks in the East side that spans from Law’s apartment to the employee entrance of the hospital

All of the Hearts work either at the hospital or the Heart Club

Hearts are highly territorial despite being in Red Hairs area

The Hearts have tattoos but no markings on their medical uniforms

The large hospital where Law works is neutral territory and pretty much every doctor/surgeon there is affiliated with a group

The white coats of the doctors each have the symbol of their affiliated group embroidered with white thread. Each major group has at least one doctor that is deemed safe to go to

Kaido is a Yakuza group and Kin'emon’s group is the remnants of the Kozuki clan that are trying to retake the territory

East side is Red Hair

Locations-

Baratie- restaurant Sanji works at and common meeting place of the Straw Hats

Water 7- Large mechanic shop, Franky uses one of the workshops there for personal projects and to repair their Van(The Sunny)

The Heart Club- A below ground nightclub owned by Law

Patty’s bar- Run by Makino and frequented by Shanks

Mihawk’s Dojo- Zoro frequently trains there

Elegia recordings - Run by Shanks and started to Publish his daughter’s music

Uta started as a streamer then starting doing live performances once her popularity grew, she is often out of the city on tour

She is a very active protester and has been arrested multiple times

Soul KIng - Music supply shop owned by brook

Brook who was a famous musician who faked his death and moved into town to avoid the publicity (still very recognizable)

The straw hats live friends style with 3 apartments on the same floor. They are the local menaces and are constant up in everyone’s business

North Side is Kaido

Locations

Onigashima- Formally called the Kozuki theater was taken over by Kaido and turned into a club. Run by Orochi but paid for by Kaido. The daughter of Oden works undercover as a dancer.

Oden restaurant - Named after the late boss of the Kozuki family is run by his friends and son, current front to the Kozuki Yakuza group

DonQuixote Inc. headquarters- Center of Doffy’s operations and front for the family

Dressrosa Casino - run by Doflamingo. Hosts fights at its arena. Formerly run by the Riku family, Viola Riku currently sits on the board.

Punk Labs- Caesar’s lab, Donquixote is their parent company. Was formally run by Vegapunk.

Cipher pol - Government intelligence. Has agents stationed in every region

-Local occult shop run by Hawkins. Perona works part time doing seances

West side is Big Mom

Locations

Germa 66 publishing company- a well known action comic publishing company owned and run by Sanji’s family

Thriller Bark - Haunted house run by Gecko Moria

Zoo - Run by a wildlife conservation group called Zou

Drum University Campus - known for its medical programs

South side is Whitebeard

Locations

Local Police station

Alabasta Gallery - an upscale art gallery. Formerly run by the Nefertari family has recently become a front for the Baroque Works gang run by Crocodile selling counterfeit art

The family heir Vivi is a curator trying to gain evidence to take down Crocodile and restore the Gallery to its former glory.

Museum - has previously bought works from the prestigious Alabasta gallery. Robin works as a curator and researcher there.

The yami - dive bar run by Blackbeard

The coast(East Coast)

Impel Down- High security prison located on an island off the coast

Enies Lobby- an old mansion island now used for major celebrity and political events

The big top - an amusement park and circus located on the boardwalk. Run by Buggy. Alvida runs the big top in his absence.

Buggy is the primary informant in the city and also works as a clown at the local hospital to cheer up the patients and gather information.

The Barto Club - a bar and exclusive club dedicated to the strawhats gang. Run by Bartolomeo. Invitation only.

The Polar Tang- Luxury Yacht that Is outfitted with a full medical infirmary owned by the Hearts

Outskirts

Cocoyasi orchards - citrus farm owned by Nami’s family run by Nojiko

Baltago Cafe - front for the revolutionary army, an anarchistic group opposing the government. Koala is their head barista. Militia operations run by Dragon. Sabo is a member.

Feel free to use this as inspiration or setting for any fanfic or art just tag me so I can check it out!

#one piece #one piece modern au #modern au #one piece writing #straw hat pirates #red haired pirates #beast pirates #big mom pirates #whitebeard pirates #heart pirates #trafalgar d water law #one piece shanks #big mom #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #one piece headcanons

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chromotps · 8 months

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*immediately pounces on you to talk about CoraLaw bc no one else does anymore (at least, not on Tumblr and not English speakers)* I wanna know so bad how adult Law and Cora would interact bc that'd seem so interesting. Especially on a Cora Lives AU. Imagine coming back to life to find out the boy you saved turned out to be a pirate and a(n) (ex)warlord but also a doctor slash (advanced, bc of his devil-fruit lmao) surgeon. It was probably what most would expect what Law would occupy when he was given the devil-fruit (minus the whole pirate and warlord thing I guess) but at that time all Cora expected and hoped what law would be was free. And thinking of that, Cora would realise just how much Law had grown and how he's far from the kid he was then and how little he knows about the man (not that he knew much about Law even when he was a kid anyway, both their pasts were a touchy subject for them but they did get to know each other a little bit and got close, and at that time that was enough for both of them. They didn't need to know about each other's past or something to love and care for each other. I'm not saying your past defines you but sometimes it kinda does. Not fully, no, but it does help shape you into what you are now). And Cora realises that he missed out on so many things. They both wanted to live together, fully and freely. But Law spent 13(?? Or so) years without him but also, Law hadn't been exactly free, not when Doflamingo was alive and Cora-san's death was a wound that will never be healed. Yk what I'm spitting nonsense at this point and I'm probably projecting but yuh... I just badly wanna know how adult Law and Cora would interact when Cora steps into the light again (AKA brought back to life lmao).

Argh I wanna talk about them but I don't know what to say!!!! These idiots make me cry and sob and scream and smile and laugh and I cannot get them out of my head.

But oh! Regarding of their relationship dynamics, I do love the idea of Law being so openly devoted to Cora (and also possessive and obsessed but the latter is almost a fact that he doesn't even need to so anything or say anything for anybody to notice. I mean, look at this guy. He has tattoos dedicated to his lover. The Jolly Roger on his ship is dedicated to his lover. One of his techniques is dedicated to his lover. He steals hearts because his lover's name is Corazon which means heart in Spanish. Yes the last is a HC of mine but idc he'll still be obsessed even when my HC is removed lol). Idk if Cora would leave a kiss mark on anywhere on his skin he'd leave it there until it gets accidentally (and only accidentally, if anybody tries to wipe it off he'd replace their heads with a mop) wiped off. Cora would also be open about their relationship and would proudly gush about his lover who grins when he's kissed on the nose and could cuddle whenever Cora wants to (then he'd introduce said lover to the people and they're a bit shocked to see a 6 foot tall emo looking mf—). They'd fr be the Mom and Dad of the Heart Pirates. But that doesn't make them any less troublesome lmao.

...I had another thought pop up in my head and I— sigh... thinking about Strawhats meeting Cora and him and Sanji bonding over make-up (implied Zosan. Yes I did just imply Zosan without saying anything that could imply Zosan. I'm brilliant. Also implied Genderfluid Sanji. I love my HCs). And also— what. What does that have to do with– sorry, I was talking to my brain bc it suddenly brought Cross Guild Polycule (+ Shanks) in too. I remembered a fanart where Crocodile, Buggy and Cora were talking about jewellery and make-up while their significant others (Mihawk, Shanks and Law) are staring intensely at them xD not sure if that was a ship fanart tho! Also, I made it into Cross Guild (+ Shanks) polycule bc I can *blinks cutely*. So yeah. Just Bottoms bonding over treasure, jewellery, cosmetics and maybe their lovers (Pls we don't get enough Bottom Cora fics I am begging on my knees for them—).

I am making zero sense and I'm yapping at this point but *breathes heavily* I love talking about CoraLaw. I need more fanart. I need more fics. I need more content, posts about them. I– *dissolves into thin air*

hello!! wowza that's a lot of headcanons ahaha. I need to organize my answer lmaoooo

My brain caught on one of the points you made about adult Law and Cora—like, how surprised Cora would be at Law being a pirate. Maybe, after only really having Doflamingo as an idea of what pirates are like, Cora is a little... not disappointed, but like, worried when he finds out. Part of that worry goes away when he sees that Law isn't cruel. But he does slowly understand that, like you said, Law wasn't totally free after living with all that anger and guilt. I think I saw a post a while ago that talked about how Law never claims that he wants to be the King of the Pirates or anything—his "dream" was really just to avenge Cora, and might not have expected he'd survive after that. SOOOOOOO. I think once Cora totally catches up on who Law is as an adult (and realizes he still loves him :3c), he forces Law to sit down and have a conversation about what his new dream should be—it isn't about what he'd die for anymore, but what does he want to live for? Then, I guess the headcanons could be anything... maybe they decide they want to focus on bringing medical help to people who need it, and Law becomes some kind of renegade pirate doctor who goes into places the world government has quarantined... i don't know!! the world is their oyster!!

Ah... the two of them being lovey-dovey around the Heart Pirates........;w; I do also like the idea of them being a little secretive about it, at least maybe at first—like, Law is such a private person, and he doesn't want to "share" Cora after just getting him back... even if it's his own crew just seeing Cora blush or something, haha. And I love cute, open-with-his-feelings Cora, but also liked that rough side of him that would curse out useless doctors and stand up to Doflamingo—I could see him actually being more flustered than Law telling others about their relationship... Like, Cora is talking to Sengoku over transponder snail, and saying stuff like "yeah... I'm... kind of getting dinner with Law tonight. Yes, that Law—don't laugh, damn it, Dad!" and struggling to get his words out. Then Law comes up and takes the receiver from Cora to say, "Then we're gonna make out afterward. Have a nice evening," and hangs up.

my brain is unfortunately too obsessed full with ace/lu and lawcora to come up with anything fun for those other characters, but I'm sure someone out in the world could add on! I'd also love more fics for themmm. I know sometimes you have to "make your own food", but I'm still too deep in my Ace Era to do anything about it yet haha

#headcanons #lawcora #meta #op

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