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The Great Hunt ❄ Aokiji (Kuzan) x Female Reader ❄ Chapter 7 of 7

I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at last— Maybe I'll tell you then— some other time. The Great Hunt, Carl Sandburg

A story of departures and returns. And sex. Of course there's sex.

.・゜゜・Author notes: Just a lil epilogue type thing to wrap things up. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read my pretty niche content (ಥ◡ಥ) @thehanging-gardens, I'll tag you here even though this chapter is short and kinda irrelevant lol.

.・゜゜・This chapter is SFT.

.・゜゜・Chapter word count: 443.

.・゜゜・AO3 (See first chapter for tags.)

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It was coming up on a year since you and Kuzan had taken to the seas.

At first, you hadn’t dared to stay on one island for more than a handful of weeks…but things were different now. The World Government was almost completely incapacitated; most of the Marines had quit or simply deserted their posts, and the geographical realities of the Navy’s operations made compulsory conscription a near-impossibility.

From where you were standing, the resulting power vacuum had yet to cause any major problems. So, when you and Kuzan came across an island with cheap rent and an abundance of delicious food and new places to explore, you decided to take a risk and settle down for a few months.

The months had passed uneventfully, in the best possible way. Occasionally, a local’s curious gaze would find its way to your partner’s handsome face, and something like recognition would flash in their eyes. It was nothing that he hadn’t been able to resolve with a disarming smile and an offer of a free drink.

And now, as you both watched a distinctly familiar cloaked figure slide an envelope under your door, you were not too worried.

Despite your half-assed hiding spot down the hall.

Despite your partner’s 10-foot stature.

The figure turned and waved, their unforgettable grin poking out from under that same unforgettable mask, and disappeared without a word.

Kuzan just chuckled and shook his head. When you opened the door, he lazily stretched and plucked the envelope from the floor, ripping it open with a yawn.

When he read the contents, he looked considerably more interested.

“We’ve been invited to an event.”

“‘We’?”

“It’s on an island you’ve never been to.”

“...But you have?”

“Once.”

You grinned and pulled out your favorite world map. “Where at?”

“Not on there.”

You raised an eyebrow, but once you processed the implications of his words, you blanched. “You mean…?”

“Yes.” Kuzan stared at the invitation. “We’ve been invited to Ohara, for some sort of a consecration. Our invitation is, and I quote, ‘in recognition of our contributions toward the cause of the Revolutionary Army’...and yes, they addressed you by name as well.” You were almost flustered at the realization, but were distracted by the hint of a blush on Kuzan’s own cheeks, just barely visible against his brown skin. “I can’t imagine it’s much of a vacation spot, but…I’d like to accept.”

…That grabbed your attention.

“Oh? This might be the first time you’ve expressed any interest in our next destination.”

His eyes snapped to yours, shining with excitement. “What do you say?”

Your grin widened.

“...You know I’d go anywhere with you.”

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The Great Hunt ❄ Aokiji (Kuzan) x Female Reader ❄ Chapter 6 of 7

I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at last— Maybe I'll tell you then— some other time. The Great Hunt, Carl Sandburg

A story of departures and returns. And sex. Of course there's sex.

.・゜゜・Author notes: This chapter has some p*rn but somehow it doesn't feel super raunchy to me idk? Kuzan wears a bonnet because this is my house and I do what I want. Anyway, the last chapter/epilogue will be out later today. Obligatory tag for @thehanging-gardens. (＾• ω •＾)

.・゜゜・This chapter is NSFT; minors, please don't interact.

.・゜゜・Chapter word count: 2740.

.・゜゜・AO3 (See first chapter for tags.)

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The moment you entered your apartment, Kuzan crossed the room in a few inhumanly long strides and collapsed on your bed. You shot him a look and aggressively pulled his boots off, earning a groan.

“Kuzan, take your pants off.”

“Arara, give an old man a couple of minutes.”

“We’re not having sex now, slush-for-brains. Just get comfortable and put a bonnet on.”

“Bonnet?” You grinned and went into your closet, fishing out a turquoise satin bonnet. You dangled it in front of him, and he slowly plucked it from your grasp, running a hand through his hair as though recalling something. “I was looking for this before I left.”

“Oh, so you weren’t planning on leaving me anything to remember you by?” You snorted. “It was wedged partway under the pillow. I never even got to see you wear it, since you were gone before I woke up.”

“You kept it the whole time. Who’s the romantic now?” He lifted his head to let you gently slip the bonnet on around his curls, groaning as he let his head fall back onto the pillow. “...I’m never leaving you again.”

“Cute. I’ll have to switch out the pillowcases so you don’t have to keep it on while I ride you into the mattress.”

“If it’s cute, that shouldn’t be a problem.” You huffed and started tugging at his pants, jerking back when your fingers grazed something cold. With shaky hands, you continued pulling at the pant leg, swallowing hard when you realized what you were looking at.

You looked up and met Kuzan’s questioning gaze, forcing a smile. “Don’t press this thing against me while we sleep.”

“If I get rid of it for now, do you think you can defend us if anyone breaks in?”

“I can’t even tell if that’s a serious question anymore. I don’t have any pants made for 10-foot-tall men, so I guess I’ll do my best.” Kuzan pulled you down next to him. He haphazardly broke the frozen prosthetic as close to his skin as he could manage and lobbed it off the side of the bed, earning an indignant shriek.

“It’s gonna melt into my carpet!”

“Well I’m not hopping on one foot to pick it up, so you go dispose of it yourself.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Hope you don’t have to pee in the middle of the night.”

“Damn you, woman.” You went to stand to pick it up, but he pulled you tighter against him.

“Kuzan!”

“Stay here. I’ll buy you a new carpet.”

“It’s not gonna make that much of a mess….” You shivered as you felt the remnants of the ice on his leg melt away, and you turned to look at him. From this close you could get a clearer view of the dark circles lining his eyes. Your gaze wandered to the edge of a scar on his neck, the pink tissue contrasting almost elegantly against his dark skin, like a tide rolling in. You found yourself wanting to see more, and with a perfect excuse to do so. “Hey, take your coat off too.”

“Brat.” Kuzan shrugged, letting you awkwardly slip his coat from his shoulders, leaving him in a thin white t-shirt. Your eye traced the edges of the scar where it disappeared into the neckline and where it reemerged from the sleeve. It seemed to stretch down the length of his torso, but you fought back your curiosity in favor of letting him relax.

His eyes remained closed, but you smiled at him nonetheless. “I’ll have to thank Akainu; he somehow made you even more handsome.”

“I love a woman who can appreciate a good scar.”

“I love you too.” He didn’t answer, but your smile widened as you felt his grip on you tighten. “Sleep well.”

.・゜゜・

Kuzan slept for 18 hours straight.

He eventually released you from his bruising embrace. You cooked for him, and the food went cold, so you cooked again, and it went cold again.

You found yourself studying his face with mild concern.

His temperature and breathing had remained steady overnight, but once you escaped his grasp, his sleep seemed to become slightly more fitful. He let out puffs of icy breath, and you could swear that the temperature of the room itself had dropped.

You had half a mind to slip back into bed next to him, but the bed was a bit small for his huge frame, and you weren’t sure whether or not you should wake him up. You settled for sitting next to him to caress him comfortingly…which turned out to be a mistake. He startled awake and nearly froze your arm.

“...Sorry. You seemed to be having a nightmare. You’re safe.”

Kuzan blinked, ripped off his sweat-soaked bonnet, and fell back onto the mattress. “How long have I been out?” he rasped.

“18 hours and…29 minutes. You can go back to sleep, though; your body probably needs it.”

“Water…”

Rolling your eyes, you fetched him a gallon of water. He took a few gulps and stared at you.

Then he threw the gallon off to the side, froze it in mid-air before it spilled, and pulled you down to the bed, earning an undignified squeal.

“Arara, you woke me up. You owe me now.”

“You’re in my bed, brat!”

“You’re the brat. Claiming to love me, but you can’t sit still and protect me from my demons….”

“Are you haunted by the memories of the Blackbeard Pirates’ B.O.?”

He pulled you into his lap and kissed you. “It was nothing compared to your morning breath.”

“Hey, I’ve been up for hours already! You’re probably smelling your damn self!”

“I was a Blackbeard Pirate, after all.”

“I could tell from a mile away.”

Mouthing desperately at your neck, Kuzan attempted to shove his fingers in your mouth. Your eyes widened and you managed to bite down before they made contact with your tongue. You grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand away from your face with an indignant glare. “Did you even wash your hands after we got back last night?!”

“Finger yourself then, woman. I was just trying to multitask and shut you up.”

You giggled as you felt his hardened length pressing up into your leg. “I still have this effect on you, huh?” Kuzan eyed you lazily, then frowned and pushed you off. “Where are you going?”

“To wash my hands, since you’re so bad at following instructions. The Navy should have gotten rid of you sooner.” From across the room, your eyes lingered on his long fingers as he carefully soaped them up and rinsed them off. “Arara, I can sense your desperation from here. Maybe I should take you up on that offer of going back to sleep.”

“Don’t you like me desperate?”

“I’m making my new career out of leaving you unsatisfied.”

You smirked and threw your legs over the side of the bed. “I don’t think you’re qualified for that.”

“Just you wait.” Kuzan approached and stood between your legs. His dick had started to soften, but he didn’t seem too pressed, instead taking the moment to gaze down at you. To an outsider, he may have looked bored, but you had known him long enough to sense the intense fondness in his expressionlessness, and it made you blush. “Your bed is too damn short.”

“We’ll get a new one.”

“No. It smells like you.” He reached up and caressed your cheek, face still blank.

“Kuzan, lie down.”

And he did so, wordlessly, with a small groan, relishing the respite from his lingering sleepiness and sore muscles. You climbed onto him with an impish grin and slipped a hand down the front of your panties.

“Arara, now you listen? You made me get up for nothing?”

“No…I want your hands.” You took his hand and guided him to run his fingers along the length of your slit through your panties. The lack of friction had him hardening against you again in seconds and sitting up straight in the bed.

“Take these off and sit in my lap, back to me.”

You pouted. “Don’t freeze me this time.”

“Of course not. You still have to ride me, after all; this is just what’s left of my mercy.” He pushed your legs apart, and you reveled in the familiar way he delved his fingers into the flesh right next to your outer labia, causing slick to pour out of you. He spread you open with one hand, looking down at you with a small harrumph. “I doubt I can make you come like this right now, anyway. You’re too wet and sloppy. No friction whatsoever.”

You tilted your head back to glare at him. “You’re mean.”

“It doesn’t even matter that you didn’t let another man touch you. Two minutes in close proximity to me and you’re dripping and loose. Embarrassing.” He shoved two fingers in without warning.

You flushed, his words hitting you with a pang of self-consciousness. “Is it too much? I can, uh, towel off…”

Kuzan lifted his opposite hand and pulled your chin up to make you look at him. “It’s perfect. You are perfect, for me.” He released your face and gently patted your head. “I’m over 9 feet tall. If you liked me any less, we’d be in big trouble.” Taking solace in his words, you relaxed against him, trembling and twitching as he crooked his finger inside of you.

“...Okay.”

“Plus… I’m impatient. And notoriously lazy.” He collapsed backward onto the mattress. “It’s your turn.”

“C-can I turn around?”

“As much as I love your ass…I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Your legs cramped slightly as you struggled to straddle him, earning a chuckle. He brought his two large hands to your hips, rubbing soothing circles as he watched your efforts with a soft smile on his face. “You can try kneeling on my hips if you wa—”

“I got this!”

“We can fool around with different positions, you know. I am…not unaware of our size difference.”

“Oh believe me, I know you’re not, pervert.”

He smirked. “Pervert I may be…my point stands.”

“We’ll fool around later. I’m riding you like this if it’s the last thing I do.” You lined the head of his cock up with your entrance, shivering at the foreign feeling of him pressed against you. Suddenly hyperaware of the fact that this is only your second time together, you pulled back and ground your wetness against him, earning a sharp inhale. For all his teasing, he was right—you were soaked. The veins lining his length and the subtle ridges of his frenulum slipped against your clit, but you were both so slicked up by this point that the feeling was almost muted.

You lined your bodies up once again and closed your eyes as you pressed down onto him. You were so turned on that your mind was nearly entirely blank. Kuzan’s mouth hung open in pleasure, but he managed to cast you an amused glance before glancing back down to where his thick length was spearing you open, equally aroused by the sight of your body trying to take him.

“...You’re doing a great job.” The bluntness of his comment took you off guard. You snorted on instinct, but it turned to a genuine laugh. You nuzzled him fondly and pushed down several inches at once, once again intent on making him lose his composure. His hands flew to your hips and squeezed almost painfully. “I should be quiet. I forgot that you’re damn crazy.”

You bobbed your hips up and down, clenching desperately when you realized he wasn’t letting you sink down lower than where his hands had stopped you initially.

“Kuzaaaan.” As you whined, your hips collided with his hands once again—but this time he grabbed you and pulled you down further. The shock sent you reeling. Before you could even process what was happening, you felt yourself pulsing around him, hissing and batting his hand away as he tried to reach for your clit.

Eventually, you fell limp against his chest, struggling to catch your breath. When you lifted your head to offer a bashful grin, the lust in his dilated pupils drove the air from your lungs once again.

“Arara. You know…I read somewhere that less than 20% of women can come from penetration alone.”

“The rest must not have tried your cock.”

“A new experience for you, then?”

You shot him another playful glare, still bracing yourself on his chest. “I’m not doing that to your ego, but nice try.” His gaze softened, and he caressed your back with one hand, gently brushing your hair from your face with the other.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I…I love you too. You can start moving again in a minute or two, I promise.”

“No rush. We have all the time in the world. And seeing you like this…I doubt I’m getting any softer.”

“Really? You are an old man, after all…”

He snorted. “You think your words are enough to insult me when you just came from my cock alone?” You stuck your tongue out and tried to bounce on him again, but the suddenness of the movement made you both jolt. “Relax. Take your time.”

You leaned forward to meet him in a languid kiss. The movement of his soft lips against your own had you shivering and twitching, and Kuzan pulled back with a nearly inaudible groan. Slowly, you started riding him again. The aftermath of your orgasm made for an even tighter fit—you felt every inch of his length as it dragged against your walls, and his usually-steady hands trembled against the flesh of your hips.

“Kuzan, kiss me again,” you pleaded. He leaned in to meet you once more. and, as though bound by an unspoken understanding, you both focused simply on sharing breath. He alternated puffs of warm and ice-cold air until you noticed, at which point he laughed and finally brushed his lips against yours. When you pulled back to breathe against each other's lips once more, you finally slammed your hips down, taking him to the hilt.

…And he came immediately.

“…”

“Did you just…” He cut off your sentence with another kiss, pulling back with a shameless smirk.

“Couldn’t let it feel one-sided.”

“...I appreciate it.” You tried to pull off of him, but he pushed you back down. The exaggerated squelching sound made you cringe.

“Back to sleep.”

“I’m gonna get a UTI!”

“UTI? Is that like a commendation?” You made a face and squirmed in his grasp. “Arara. Fine, just give me a few minutes like this.” Rolling your eyes, you surrendered yourself to him, pressing your cheek to his torso, enjoying the soft rise and fall of his diaphragm and the warmth of one of his hands still pressed to your back.

“Do you think life will be boring? Now that we’re both out of the Marines and you’re out of…whatever the hell else you were doing?”

He snorted again, tugging playfully at your hair. “Great timing.” After a moment, Kuzan opened his eyes, fixing his gaze on the ceiling. “Boring might be a welcome change for me. But I know a woman like you wouldn’t be able to bear it, so…no. I don’t think life will be boring.” He rolled onto his side, and you fell off his lap with a small huff. “I’ve stolen enough from enough people, if you want to call them that, that we won’t have to go back to work, as long as we budget properly.”

You just stared at him. “And here I thought we were done with the dirty talk.”

“We’ll hit some of the cheaper islands, and a few of the more luxurious ones. You can explore new cities and go hiking, or whatever it is that brats like you do, and I’ll take a nap on the shore and await your return.”

“Well if you’re paying, I guess I can’t complain.”

“Arara, money is all it takes to stop your whining? What a superficial woman. I would have paid up years ago.”

You grinned at him. “I’ll accept your insults as long as I get to pick our first destination.”

When you met Kuzan’s eyes, their warmth nearly swallowed you whole.

“You know I’d go anywhere with you.”

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The Great Hunt ❄ Aokiji (Kuzan) x Female Reader ❄ Chapter 5 of 7

I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at last— Maybe I'll tell you then— some other time. The Great Hunt, Carl Sandburg

A story of departures and returns. And sex. Of course there's sex.

.・゜゜・Author notes: Deux ex machina in the form of a masked revolutionary. I like to think that it's Sabo but his rank is probably too high to do shit like this lmao. This was originally two chapters but I decided to combine them, as well as the two I was going to post into tomorrow, on Tumblr. The story will now be out of seven chapters on Tumblr but nine on AO3. Obligatory tag for @thehanging-gardens. (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

.・゜゜・This chapter is mostly SFT but contains references to previous NSFT acts I guess. Minors, please still don't interact lol.

.・゜゜・Chapter word count: 2334.

.・゜゜・AO3 (See first chapter for tags.)

.・゜゜・

You didn’t get the chance. He was gone by morning, and something in the stillness of the morning air told you it was indefinitely.

Two years and a handful of bitter months passed. Handful after handful of stocky men came by boxed up armful after armful of your stocky piles of documents, unloading them into your new but no less soulless office in New Marineford.

Pressed against one wall was Kuzan’s favorite couch, which you had made enough of a fuss about to convince the higher-ups to salvage. You were pretty sure the rest of the furniture at the old base had been scrapped or left behind.

It was on that couch where you now sat with a huff, smiling wryly at the corner of your office designated for documents related to ongoing and future operations.

You estimated that you had leaked at least three stacks’ worth to the Revolutionary Army by now, and you managed to mail a couple anonymously to Nico Robin. Just because you liked her style, from what Kuzan had told you.

His name made you wince as it crossed your mind.

Well.

Whatever.

At least one of you had to keep fighting the good fight.

And you had kept fighting…until today. When you were finally caught. By Smoker, of all people.

“I’ll let you go if you resign.” You had just stared at him, immediately knowing what he was referring to, but unsure whether to be taken aback by his laxity. “In exchange…don’t think too poorly of him.”

“Who?”

He had fixed you with a look that told you everything. But before you could go to argue, he lit up both of his signature cigars and turned to leave. “I expect to hear of your resignation by EOD tomorrow.”

Did you regret it? No. Did you regret getting caught? That was…a question. You weren’t sure how you could keep contributing to the fight against the World Government in your current situation. You weren’t trained in combat; without your access to classified documents, you had no weapons with which to fight.

But now you were sat in a bar, sipping a stiff drink as you eyed up a television broadcast on the latest in the series of occurrences in the New World. The reporter rattled off a list of “facts”—nothing particularly informative; the World Government’s extraordinarily persistent censorship team made sure of that, but as someone who had had an insider’s perspective until recently, it was enough to make you speculate that things were in motion that could no longer be undone. And…well. You were confident that the harm you had done to the World Government by leaking those documents far outweighed the good you had done by fixing a few typos over the years. You smiled to yourself. You had earned the right to relax for a bit.

“A quick question for you, miss.”

Ah fuck.

Another foiled plan. You briefly wondered whether this interruption was tied to your having been caught.

You eyed up the inquisitor. Their voice was masculine enough, but their face was mostly obscured by an effective albeit poorly-crafted mask. You caught the faint gleam of their irises through the eyeholes, and their mouth was left uncovered, twisted into a disarmingly friendly smile. You scanned their body for any identifying details, but their tall frame was wrapped in a simple black cloak. You cleared your throat and turned back to your drink. “Who are you?”

“I mean no harm, just have a quick question. Answer it quickly so I can get out of this stupid getup.”

You snorted. “What is it?”

“Are you happily married?”

Your eyes snapped to theirs once again, the deliberate wording of their question making your hair stand on end. “And what if I am?”

The person laughed good-naturedly. “That’d be a real shame. But on the off chance that you’re not, I’d like to give you my number.”

They passed you a slip of paper with an address and time scribbled on it. You squinted as you tried to remember Kuzan’s handwriting, but instinctively, you knew it was his anyway. “He’s under the impression that I’ll actually show up?”

“He said you owe Smoker a favor.”

“What, did Smoker tell him what happened already? I know news travels fast, even in this mess of a world we’re living in, but there’s no way he could have planned to meet me within the past…3 hours.”

“Who told you that Smoker only found out today?”

You froze. “How long has he known?”

“Since a little birdie told him.”

“Kuzan ratted me out?!”

“Only when your services were no longer needed. When the finish line was in sight regardless of a few, ehm…misplaced documents.”

“He put my life in danger!”

The person giggled. “You can slap him around for that yourself, if you’d like.” They nodded toward the paper now crumpled in your grasp. “I gotta be on my way.”

.・゜゜・

“You know, I never got to ride your dick.”

It was the basement floor of a pretty generic abandoned building. Concrete floors, a handful of beams, a ratty Oriental carpet forgotten in one corner of the room, a desk pressed up against a taped-up panel in the wall.

From where you were standing, you could see Kuzan stiffen, but he didn’t turn around.

“...”

“You passed out. And then when I got up in the morning you had disappeared. Like, indefinitely.” You couldn’t stop your lips from curling into a smile as you looked upon your…uh…companion for the first time since his departure.

Hearing that smile in your voice, Kuzan turned around. He looked you up and down, but…well. In terms of holding a blank expression, you never could beat him out. “You’re as insufferable as I remember. Wonder if I can talk Smoker into giving you your job back; I don’t get paid to deal with this anymore.”

“Well I was looking forward to it.”

“Hm?

“Riding your dick.”

Kuzan coughed to hide his laugh. “Arara, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Are you?” You squinted at him just long enough to make sure he grasped the hidden meaning in your words, but he chose to ignore it.

“You know I am. Unfortunately I can’t dismantle governments from between your thighs.”

“What’s between my thighs is enough to dismantle governments on its own.”

His lip quirked. “Why do you think I told you to become the Navy’s resident slut? You could have saved us a lot of time, you know.” You snorted, and he smiled at the familiarity of the sound. “My associate informed me that you are, not, in fact, happily married.”

“Mm.”

“So…it wasn’t a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“Maybe not for me.” His face fell slightly, and you smirked. “Besides, what if I’m unhappily married?”

“Then my point stands.”

Your hands twitched at your sides, your body practically begging you to throw yourself into his arms. You resisted, still grasping at the power you held over him in this moment. You held your smirk like a blade and fixed him with your best unimpressed gaze.

“Why did you come here? Do you have something to say to me?”

“You know why I came here, brat.”

“You have some nerve calling me brat when you’ve been gone for over two years.”

Kuzan fell silent for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“I was partially kidding.”

“I know. And you’re still a brat; I’m not taking that part back.” He took a tentative step toward you, and you debated stepping back. “I would say I didn’t know it would take so long, but that would be a lie. I was…not unaware of the risks. Just certain that I could make it back to you eventually.”

“Selfish marine, and selfish ‘something else’…did you ever figure out what that ‘something else’ was? Pirate?” You cocked your head. “...Revolutionary?”

Kuzan grimaced. “Both…and neither. We can go over all that happened another time. But now…I am selfishly yours.”

“Another time? You seem quite sure that I’ll want to see you again.”

“...Observation haki.”

“Or a gut feeling?”

“Or wishful thinking.”

Your smirk widened. “Sounds about right.” He stared listlessly at you for a moment. You realized that he looked exhausted. Slightly older, even, which came as a surprise. The sudden reminder of his mortality had you sucking in a breath, and a thought crossed your mind, only partially formed—something about love and wasting time. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ll give you your chance to explain yourself…another time, like you said.”

“I’m not sure what that means. Are you telling me to walk away for now? Sakazuki only left me one leg, you know.”

You snorted, and Kuzan averted his eyes. “I heard about that. But you seem to be managing. Whatever prosthetic you must have MacGyvered out of ice let you run away from me for two years.”

“Not away from you. Just in one large and painful circle. I…” He trailed off, dragging his eyes back to yours. “Am home.”

The enormity of his sentiment hit you with such force that your face fell. Your feet moved as though on their own; without thinking, you pulled him into a tight hug, burying your face in his stomach. “I missed you, you big oaf. Where are you living, anyway?”

He chuckled. “I guess I have to figure that out, don’t I.”

“Were you expecting to stay with me?”

“Expecting is a strong word. Hoping might be more accurate, but it’s not like I’ll get the same sleep anywhere else that I got on that damn couch in your old office.”

“It should still be in my office; I insisted that they have it transferred to New Marineford. Maybe you can have Smoker steal it for you.” You shifted in his embrace. “Kuzan.”

“Yes.”

“You should kiss me.”

Kuzan pressed your head more firmly against his torso, no doubt trying to hide his reaction to your sudden request. “Oh? And why is that?”

“It might make me forgive you.”

He released your head and looked down with a soft smile. “Arara…you’ve sure changed over the years. The woman I know would never give up such an excuse to hold a grudge against me.”

“I want to forgive you.”

“For what, exactly?”

“...Leaving me?”

Kuzan was silent for a long moment. “Would you still want to forgive me if I told you I would make almost all the same decisions all over again? I have no remorse to offer you.”

“Remorse is not what I asked for. You wanna kiss me or not?”

Kuzan looked mildly startled. “You…”

“There you go with that again. You never told me what you were about to say…that time.”

…

Kuzan kissed you slowly, like he was afraid you would disappear before his eyes the second he pulled away. When he finally pulled back, his gaze was fixed on a point somewhere above your head.

“You are it for me.” You froze, waiting for him to continue. He finally looked down, meeting your eyes. “That is to say, you wrenched me from complacency. None of my small acts of rebellion, from the time I spent under Garp until now, could measure up to the enormity of my feelings for you. No empire I could hope to dismantle could produce enough scrap for me to build a barricade high enough to offer the love I bear you the protection it deserves.” He hesitated, then took a seat on the ground. “That is why I left. I am too simple a man to have parted myself from you for any purely political reason.”

“You left…”

“To create a world in which this can be cultivated.” Your eyes widened at the implications of his words. “You should have seen the look in your eye when I went to drop off my report after Marineford. I decided, in that moment, that I would rather turn the World Nobles into snow cones than ever see that look again.”

You grinned. “And that was before you even kissed me.”

“Like I said, there’s been no one else for me since we met. And there will be no one else. You…are it for me.” He huffed. “You are the first and last love of my life. Do with that what you will.”

“Who knew a little time apart could turn you into such a romantic.” You settled onto the ground next to him, although doing so made it harder to meet his gaze. “It’s the same for me. I…I didn’t even try to wait for you; hell, when I heard you joined up with Blackbeard, I even tried to make myself go and fuck someone else out of spite, but…”

“Again, like I said. You didn’t have to try to wait for me.” You looked over at him, just barely catching the teasing gleam in his eye. Your eyes narrowed at the shift in emphasis on the words in that sentence.

“There’s no way you could have known that I wouldn’t move on even if I tried.”

“...Observation haki.”

“Bullshit!”

“Perhaps. The truth is, I didn’t know. Although I am quite enjoying the idea that no one has touched you since I last had you under me.”

“Should have ended with you under me, you damn icicle.”

“Popsic—”

“Shut up.”

Kuzan patted your head and looked down at you with a fond smile. “I wouldn’t mind being under you. I have no other place to sleep tonight, after all.”

“Arara, Kuzan, are you whoring yourself out for a place to stay?”

“Yes. Let’s hope the dissolution of the World Government solves the housing crisis once and for all.”

“Hm…I don’t know. I quite like having you at my mercy.”

“No roof over my head could ever take that away from you.”

You stood up, dusted yourself off, and offered him your hand. A symbolic gesture, since he was obviously too heavy for you to actually help up. “Let’s go home.”

He took your hand. Another symbolic gesture. “Yes ma’am.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #aokiji #kuzan #aokiji x reader #kuzan x reader #this chapter is cheesy af but i can write what i want

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actually apparently my updated version didn’t save so if the new chapter is repetitive as fuck y’all are just gonna have to forgive me

i posted the wrong version again yay

#accidentally posted this to my main #why am i geriatric

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The Great Hunt ❄ Aokiji (Kuzan) x Female Reader ❄ Chapter 4 of 7

I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at last— Maybe I'll tell you then— some other time. The Great Hunt, Carl Sandburg

A story of departures and returns. And sex. Of course there's sex.

.・゜゜・Author notes: It's Friday so have some weirdly intense porn with feelings (with temperature and ice play of course). Obligatory tag for @thehanging-gardens. ♡

.・゜゜・This chapter is NSFT; Minors, please DNI.

.・゜゜・Chapter word count: 1535.

.・゜゜・AO3 (See first chapter for tags.)

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So it was that you ended up with the sheets physically frozen around your thighs and knees, keeping your legs pinned open. You struggled against your icy bonds for a moment before surrendering. You tried to laugh, but you were shivering hard enough that it came out as a desperate, pathetic sound, a cross between a whine and a sob with just a hint of amusement reflecting the humor of the situation you found yourself in.

“How many women have you used this trick on?”

“None.” You eyed him suspiciously. “Arara, stop being such a jealous brat. Take comfort in the fact that you inspire such ideas in an uncreative man such as myself.” He avoided your eyes and, licking his full lips, delved his fingers into the tender flesh between your vulva and inner thighs.

You whimpered as you felt your own wetness trickle down your folds, burning hot in contrast to the ice and Kuzan’s cold fingers. You jolted when he finally brought his mouth to you, feigning laziness and lapping slowly at your clit, smirking when you shot him a dirty look. His tongue was thick and rough and felt scorching, almost painful. When you felt his fingertips start to glide teasingly up and down your folds, you whimpered and whined, feeling yourself come dangerously close to hysterics. You reached up to desperately wipe at your tears, and Kuzan looked on with a playful glare.

“Arara, do I have to freeze your hands too?”

“Kuzan, it’s too much…I’m too sensitive.”

He sucked his tongue. “It won’t hurt you. Don’t tell me you don’t trust your favorite admiral?”

“Wh-what does Kizaru have to do with anything?”

You let out an embarrassing squeal as he circled your entrance with one thick fingertip. “Sakazuki’s name makes you dry, but you’ll say Borsalino’s name at a time like this?” He began to push his finger in and pumped it slowly, a teasing gleam in his eyes. “No matter. You’re technically a marine too; you should be able to withstand a little pain.”

“How long…”

Kuzan frowned, then smiled as he inserted another finger. “I want to fuck you like this, at least once. I’ll break the ice after that so you can ride me…provided that the feeling returns to your legs fast enough.”

“What happened to me remaining on top of you for the whole night?” You again tried to laugh, but he pinched your clit.

“I can freeze you on top of my face, if you prefer. I didn’t realize you were that desperate to have your toes go numb…at least not from acting above your station.”

“N-no—”

When he finally added a third finger, the hitch in your breath gave him pause. “Are you doing okay?”

“Kuzan…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“I love you.”

The smirk returned to his face as he gently lifted himself to kiss your lips. “Is that a no?”

You pouted. “If you’re not gonna say it back, at least get inside me.”

He snorted. “Yes, ma’am. One consolation prize, coming right up.” With a final kiss, Kuzan pulled out his fingers, shook the rest of his pants and boxers off his legs, and knelt above you, trailing his fingers along unfrozen parts of your thighs before once again delving his thumbs in and pushing your labia together, admiring their color and the way they bulged slightly under his ministrations.

“S-stop playing with it like that!”

“I love you, too.”

“Don’t say it back now!”

His eyes snapped to yours. “There’s not much time left for me to say it.”

Your heart clenched. You gritted your teeth in an approximation of the most broken smile he had ever seen. “Don’t talk about that now; I’m already feeling vulnerable.”

Kuzan looked up at you and pulled his hands away, leaning in to loom over you with an unreadable expression. “Then accept it. I love you.” You whimpered and wrapped your arms around his neck, clutching at him as your tears started to run. “Arara, none of that. You’re already wet enough.”

The sensation of him sliding the swollen head of his cock against your folds made you gasp.

“G-give—”

“What was that?”

“Ku—”

And he pushed into you, just a few inches. And the stretch was obscene. And he hushed you gently in anticipation of your reaction to the pain and pleasure, but your tears seemed to stop all at once. You blinked and laughed, boisterously, the new sensation driving you almost to the point of mania. Kuzan shot you a look of bewilderment that soon devolved into another playful glare.

“Crazy woman. You’re going to push me out.” He punctuated his sentence by pushing slightly further in. You couldn’t help a choked moan at the intensity of the stretch and the almost violent contrast between the ice and the warmth of his hips as they started to press into yours. You had only just begun, and yet you felt impossibly wet and deliciously full. You clung to Kuzan, pulling him down so you could bury your face in the crook of his neck. His dark curls tickled your face, and you let out another giggle.

“Feels incredible…”

“Finally some positive reinforcement. You almost had me worried that you weren’t enjoying my attentions.” You pulled head out of his neck to shoot him a grin, and he held your gaze with a small smirk.

“Really?” you teased.

“No.” He pushed an inch or two more, and it was his turn to grit his teeth. “But for what it’s worth, it feels good for me too.”

“Just ‘good’?” You couldn’t move much in your current predicament, but you tilted your hips up and clenched hard, eager to defend your pride. His hand flew to your hip, and you smirked.

“God dammit, woman. Reign it in, or I won’t bother.”

“Then don’t.” He stared into your eyes for a long moment, then pushed in to the hilt, settling between your hips. “That’s better. I still wasn’t fully convinced you weren’t too la—”

“Don’t say it.” He claimed your lips with his own and thrusted experimentally, emitting a low groan that set your nerves alight. “I shouldn’t have done this,” he murmured. His length twitching within you had you twitching as well, both of you awash in the sensation of each others’ bodies. “Now it’ll be nearly impossible for me to leave.”

“Then don’t.” Instead of replying, he leaned in for another kiss and started fucking you in steady, deep strokes, almost undulating his hips as he propped himself up to stare at where you were joined. “Pervert.” He glanced at you before drawing himself back up onto his knees and raking his gaze down your much-smaller body. The new angle had you gushing, and Kuzan reached down to trace the outline of your labia as he slowly rolled his hips into you. The added pressure on the delicate flesh, already swollen and sensitive from the effects of the ice, almost tickled, and you twitched erratically before throwing your head back with a cry.

“...Beautiful,” he muttered. A beat, and he brought one calloused thumb to your clit. His dark eyes wandered to where your pussy was stretched tight around him, and his mouth went dry. “God, woman…”

“K-Kuzan, I can’t—”

His lip quirked. “The sooner you let go, the sooner I can lie back down.” You lifted your head to glare at him, but his brow was furrowed in concentration, and you could feel his length throbbing within you. “God…” he breathed. Realizing that the quip was a thinly veiled attempt at distracting you from the fact that Kuzan was barely holding onto his composure, you clenched around him again and grinned when his hips stuttered. His eyes flew to yours, carrying a hint of irritation, but his gaze softened almost immediately. “You…”

Your eyes screwed shut for a moment as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, but you forced yourself to peer up at him. “Mm?”

He swallowed. “Nevermind.” A few more strokes of your clit had you pulsing around him and moaning wildly. As he felt you topple over the edge, he broke the ice still encasing your legs. The sudden rush of warmth and sensation made your whole body jolt. You whined and clutched at him desperately as he used the new mobility of your hips to press your bodies closer and pound into you with abandon, sinking his teeth into you as he thrusted in a final time and flooded you with an even more intense liquid heat.

After a long, still moment, you were half convinced that Kuzan had passed out. You giggled and clenched teasingly around his softening length. He growled playfully but didn’t lift his head an inch.

“What were you going to say at the end there, anyway?” you murmured. He turned head and stared at you, then closed his eyes once again.

“...I’ll tell you when I get back.”

“Back from where?”

…

The sound of his even breathing told you he had already fallen asleep.

Oh well, you thought, smirking to yourself. Guess I’ll have to ride him in the morning instead.

#one piece #one piece x reader #aokiji x reader #kuzan x reader #aokiji #kuzan #another unintentional poem tie-in POG

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The Great Hunt ❄ Aokiji (Kuzan) x Female Reader ❄ Chapter 3 of 7

I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at last— Maybe I'll tell you then— some other time. The Great Hunt, Carl Sandburg

A story of departures and returns. And sex. Of course there's sex.

.・゜゜・Author notes: Bad p*rn is what the 21st century is built on. Way overdid it with the araras because it's Kuzan and I have to take advantage.࿔࿔࿔꣸(⁍̴̆◡⁍̴̆ )⊃✫⌒*･ﾟ Obligatory tag for @thehanging-gardens.

.・゜゜・This chapter is NSFT; Minors, please DNI.

.・゜゜・Chapter word count: 2019.

.・゜゜・AO3 (See first chapter for tags.)

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Kuzan broke the frozen exterior of the coat and threw it in a bin outside your apartment building without much ceremony, gathering you up in his arms and laughing as you shivered. You swatted at him violently when you realized he was about to freeze and shatter the lock on your door, and he set you down to unlock it before scooping you back up and barging in to toss you on the bed.

“I can and will warm you up, by the way.”

You sat up straight in bed. “You could control it the whole time?!” Kuzan huffed a laugh and pressed a kiss to your mouth. This time, his lips were warm and soft, but somehow no less thrilling. You giggled and bit his bottom lip playfully. “But your lips were freezing when you kissed me the first time!”

“That was on purpose, too. I wanted to see if it’d make you smile, and it did. Although I thought you would have noticed by now that I’m not freezing 100% of the time.” He crawled on top of you, his huge frame stretching your hip joints almost painfully as he nestled between your legs and collapsed on top of your chest. “Hm. The couch in your office might be more comfortable.”

“Fuck you too.”

“Not yet. Let me…” He feigned dozing off, shooting you a look of mock indignation as you ripped off his hat. “Arara, here I was trying to be generous. You’re definitely going to ‘remain faithful’ to me if I ruin you for any other man.”

“Big words for a man who hasn’t laid pipe since he met me.”

“I never denied that you’ve ruined me for any other woman as well. Even if it’s only because your personality gave me erectile dysfunction.”

“The icicle pressed into my leg begs to differ.”

“Popsicle.”

“What?”

“It’s a popsicle, not an icicle.” You squinted at Kuzan, and he smirked. “You know, because you’re supposed to suck it.”

“...That popsicle could probably break my jaw.”

“Arara, was that a compliment?” He rolled his hips lazily into your thigh, and you managed not to shudder. “Would it not be an honor to have your jaw broken by an admiral?”

“I’m not even allowed to call you that!”

“That’s right. So I should keep your mouth busy to remove the temptation.” He leaned up and kissed you languidly, earning a happy sigh.

“I-I guess I could try,” you stuttered out.

“Don’t be scared. You can go first, if you’d like.”

“No…I want to try. I just…don’t want to disappoint you.”

Kuzan snorted and brushed your hair out of your face. “What is this? A rare show of honesty?”

“I’m never dishonest. At least not with you.”

“True. But you’re not usually so sincere.” He blinked and tugged playfully at your locks. “Must be the wine.”

“Get off me, idiot. I can’t suck you off like this.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You rolled to the edge of the bed and tried to figure out the best way to do this. Jumping down from the bed, you were met with the riveting sight of Kuzan undoing his belt and looking down at you lustfully. “So easy to forget how tiny you are when you have such a big mouth.”

You laughed. “Let’s just hope it’s big enough.”

“Oh, it is. I promise.” You blushed, suddenly self-conscious. Kuzan was right when he said he had a reputation as a ladies’ man; that he hadn’t been sleeping around since you met didn’t mean much. He reached down and cupped your cheek, as though reading your mind. The lust in his eyes briefly morphed into something that had your heart skipping a beat. “Whatever you give me will be enough.”

You forced a grin. “What if I walk out right now?”

“Then we can blame that on the wine, too.”

“Are you going to lie down?”

“Mm. I quite like the view from up here, unless you plan to make my legs give out.”

You barked a laugh. “A girl can hope.” You glanced down, and then to the bed, and then to Kuzan once again. “Actually…I could probably just remain standing too, then, right?”

“Like I said…you’re tiny.”

Sucking in a deep breath, you brought one hand to his thigh, which sat not far below eye-level for you. His legs were less heavily muscled than the rest of his body, almost lanky, but you could still trace the firm flesh through his pants with one hesitant fingertip. “...Okay.” Kuzan stared at you for a moment, then shrugged and slid down to sit on the floor, leaning his back against the side of the bed. He pulled you into his lap, his listless expression giving no hint as to what was going through his mind. “What are you doing?! Stand back up before I lose my nerve!”

“No way. I’ve been trying to get you to lose that damn nerve for what, two years now? It’s not gonna happen now.” He cocked his head, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “So pushy. What if I changed my mind?” He kissed your neck, activating his power in his palms and putting them up the back of your shirt. You cried out and tried to escape his icy touch, but he held fast and let his hands slowly return to thermodynamic equilibrium. “You love me, right? You’d respect my decision?”

You glared up at him. “What are you saying, you big oaf. You don’t want your dick sucked?”

“Wouldn’t want you to disappoint me, after all.” You flinched, and he chuckled sincerely. “You’re ridiculous. Maybe I should lay you back on that bed and take my turn first…at least we know my mouth is ‘big enough’ to get the job done.” Slowly, he reached up to start unbuttoning your shirt. He pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, and you leaned into his touch despite yourself.

“You’re making fun of me,” you murmured.

“Me? Never.”

“Kuzan.”

“Mm?”

“Stand back up.” He pressed a final kiss to your collarbone, then stood up and slipped pants partway down his hips to reveal his plain standard-issue boxers. You giggled, and he scoffed.

“Arara, laughing in the face of practicality.”

“Is that what you named Kuzan Jr.?”

“He’s never been accused of being practical before,” Kuzan teased. With shaking hands, you reached up to grasp his length through the boxers. He was already mostly hard; after a few more tentative strokes, his boxers could no longer hide the fact that he was big. You swallowed, and in your anxiety you started to pump his length more fervently. He groaned in response. “Maybe I should have laid down.”

“Weak in the knees already?”

“Yes.” His bluntness brought a grin to your face; with renewed confidence, you tugged playfully at his waistband. “What am I, a piece of meat?”

“You know, pheasant is considered a delicacy. I think. In some dishes, at least.”

He snorted. “Compelling. If you’re expecting delicacy, you may have come to the wrong place.” Your grin widened, and you cupped his balls in one hand in warning. “Arara, don’t be like that. I surrender.”

“So much for the backbone of the Navy’s military might.” He inhaled sharply as you pulled the waistband of his boxers down enough to expose the swollen head of his cock. You smirked and leaned forward to press a kiss to his frenulum, pulling away slowly enough that the wetness of your lips trailed along his skin and caught lightly on his glans. He eyed you with poorly-suppressed anticipation. You leaned back in with a small smirk, this time letting your tongue trace the outline of the head.

“A-arara…”

You snorted and pulled back just enough to grin up at him. “You know, hearing that in this context is quite endea—” He cut you off by tangling one huge hand in your hair, and you could almost feel the desperation coursing through the veins in his thick fingers.

“Please.”

…Oh. Eyes glimmering with pride, you pulled his boxers down further. He was hard enough that his length remained nearly pressed against his stomach—an impressive feat, given that he looked as big as he had felt. You smirked a little as you admired his cock. It was two-toned, which was oddly adorable, with a couple of veins. Somehow it struck you as incredibly clean, in a way that had your mouth watering.

You gathered a pool of spit at the front of your mouth and slowly let it drool out onto his impressive length, wrapping your hands around his cock and stroking before any could dribble off the sides. He rewarded you with a quiet groan that rumbled through his body, and he shifted on his heels, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. You fought back a smirk and laid your tongue flat against his frenulum once more, taking a deep breath through your nose before stretching your lips to take him into your mouth. You could only fit a couple inches into your mouth, your jaw aching in protest at the sheer girth of him, but you relaxed into the act, sucking gently and eagerly working him with your tongue.

Kuzan maintained a vice grip on your hair, not pulling or pushing but simply holding—his way of maintaining intimate contact with you since, given your prominent size difference, your only other option would be to keep one hand uncomfortably suspended for him to reach down and hold.

You hummed around his dick, hoping to coax him into finally looking at you…and he did. “...God,” he gritted out, pupils blown wide.

You continued working him with your hands as you pulled back to speak. “I think you should lie down, or at least sit on the edge of the bed.” Kuzan wordlessly picked you up and tossed you back onto the bed, collapsing on his back and closing his eyes with a small grin. “Hey!”

“Whatever gets your mouth back on me faster.”

You pouted. “Who’s the piece of meat now?” Adjusting your position, you let a new batch of drool slip from your lips onto his shaft, his hips twitching at the contact. You grinned and licked up the length of him greedily, taking him back into your hands when he was sufficiently lubricated.

When you finally took him back into your mouth, a sudden flood of arousal hit you. Bit by bit, you worked him deeper into your throat, until his eyes flew open and—

“Arara, you don’t have to—ah.” Not a moan so much as a breath, but the weight of it had you dripping down your thighs. Tears pricked your eyes, and you weren’t even close to taking all of him yet. You relented and redoubled your efforts on the head, earning another delicious sharp inhale.

The feeling of his rough palm sliding across the back of your thigh until just the tips of his fingers aligned themselves with your slit made you shiver. He smirked as he felt the dampness of the fabric, the way it slipped against you with almost no friction.

“You’re enjoying this, are you? Even trying to take more than what your pretty little head can handle?”

“...Wanna earn more of a reaction from you.”

“Oh? Does my subordinate need some feedback?...You should be fired.” You shot him a look and cupped his balls as a warning once again. He offered a breathy chuckle. “From your real job, that is. Once I leave, you should be the Navy’s resident slut. They gotta keep that bratty mouth of yours occupied somehow, else you’ll get yourself into trouble with Sakazuki.”

“Don’t mention him during sex; even his name makes me dry.”

“Arara, really? Can’t have that, can we?” He flipped you onto your back as though you weighed nothing at all, breath suddenly cold against your lower belly. “Do you trust me? Wrap the sheets around your legs.”

“I don’t like where this is going.” So you said, but you followed his command without further protest.

“Shut up. Lie back, and keep your knees up and spread your thighs.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #aokiji x reader #kuzan x reader #aokiji #kuzan #this is so embarrassing i can't believe i'm posting this while sober #i'll probably post the next chapter later today too just to avoid blueballing lol #sorry had to delete last post bc i forgot i changed whose apartment this took place at

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The Great Hunt ❄ Aokiji (Kuzan) x Female Reader ❄ Chapter 2 of 7

I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at last— Maybe I'll tell you then— some other time. The Great Hunt, Carl Sandburg

A story of departures and returns. And sex. Of course there's sex.

.・゜゜・Author notes: Obligatory tag for @thehanging-gardens.

.・゜゜・This chapter is mostly SFT, but it's got some rather colorful flirting. Minors, please DNI.

.・゜゜・Chapter word count: 2385.

.・゜゜・AO3 (See first chapter for tags.)

.・゜゜・

“Sengoku’s been…dropping hints.”

The hand that had been lifting your glass of wine to your lips froze, the din of the dive Kuzan had lured you into seeming to fade for a moment.

You wondered how he found the gall to suggest meeting somewhere like this, what with how recognizable he was, and you wondered if it was somehow connected to Kuzan himself hailing from this part of the world. Your temporary office was on a summer island in the South Blue, though rumors were circulating about a mass transfer out west once the Navy managed to build “New Marineford.” Both the name and the thought of such a long journey by sea had your stomach lurching. Now, his words put a new feeling in your gut—one that you couldn’t quite identify.

“...Oh?” you managed. Kuzan snorted.

“Doesn’t mean much. It’ll probably boil down to a fight…not one I’m sure I’ll win.”

The implications had you tensing in your seat, taking an anxious gulp of wine before setting down your glass. Kuzan noticed the shift in your body language and smiled slightly, the gesture tinged with sadness. “Don’t tell me you’re worried about me.”

“Of course I am.”

“I thought I was disgusting.”

You averted your eyes and polished off the wine, frowning deeply. “I didn’t say that. Let’s get another drink.” Kuzan remained silent and ran a fingertip along the edge of his glass, watching the rim frost over. Sazerac. The first time you had gone to a bar together, his order took you off guard. (“Can I ask why?” “It’s fewer syllables than anything else I might order.”) Right now, his glass was still almost half full. The lemon peel froze solid and slipped into the glass with a small clink, and Kuzan watched it with a heavy look. You sighed. “Kuzan. I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“You—I—” You stumbled over your words, and Kuzan looked up at you with a glimmer of fondness and amusement in his dark eyes, just barely strong enough to stand up to the uncertainty and grief. “That look on your face. I don’t really blame you for what you did. It’s just…a lot to process. And…you’re a powerful man.”

“Strange apology. Maybe you should just blame me instead.”

“You’re just…sticking it out, I guess.”

He snorted. “Like I said, for a fight I probably won’t win. Maybe I should quit now and cut my losses.”

“Not your worst idea.”

He fixed you with an unreadable look. He finally lifted his glass and swirled the richly colored liquid around, still watching you from the corner of his eye. He gestured for you to come over to his side of the table, and you listened without really thinking about it. “Would you come away with me? If I quit?”

Your eyes widened, and you choked on your own spit. “Come away where?”

“Anywhere.”

You settled back into your seat and eyed him curiously. “Well, if mine was a strange apology, that’s a strange question.”

“Well, that’s what tonight is for.”

“...What?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Just like that, you startled again. “Wh—Kuzan, are you okay?”

He snorted and stretched, slumping in the booth to allow his large frame to recline slightly. “Your turn to ask strange questions, I guess.”

“This is a bizarre coping strategy.”

“Did I say tonight was for coping?”

“Maybe it should have been.”

He offered a humorless chuckle and looked down at you. “We’re throwing around a lot of ‘maybe’s. You could just say no.”

“I don’t want to say no.”

A hint of a genuine smile found its way to his face. “You’re a confusing woman. Should I pull rank and make it an order?”

“To further confuse you?”

“To let me kiss you.”

You flashed him something between a grimace and a sardonic grin. “Caught a full-speed sea train to becoming what you hate, I see.”

“You know I’d never actually do that.”

“I know.”

Kuzan sighed, faced forward once again, and downed his Sazerac in one long draw. “Another drink, then.”

“Pulling rank and getting me drunk? Those are the options you’re choosing between?” you teased, bumping playfully into his side.

“Not getting you drunk. Just killing time until you stop being a brat and give me a yes.”

“Yes.”

“Was that an acknowledgment or—” You pulled him down and kissed him fiercely. The bite of ice reminded you of playing outside on a snowy day, and you felt yourself giggle against his lips. He growled a playful warning and pulled you closer by the waist, deepening your kiss until the desperate breaths you pulled in through your nose began to sting your lungs, and you yelped at his icy fingers tickling your thigh.

When he pulled back, there was a warm determination in his usually listless eyes…but he wasn’t smiling. You stared at him for a long moment waiting for him to speak.

“I’ve changed my mind. You’re not coming away with me.”

“I’m that bad at kissing?!”

“Arara, shut up for once. I just realized something.”

“What’s that?”

“None of your business. I have something I need to see through. I’ll come back for you when I’m done.”

Your nostrils flared, and you forced an anxious smile. “Arara, are you asking me to wait for you?”

“Arara, are you mocking me?” He smiled once more, grasping your knee. You shivered and shot him a playful glare. “It doesn’t matter if you wait or not.”

“Oh? How’s that?” You eyed him cautiously, and he shrugged. “I think I deserve an actual explanation for this one. What if you come back and I’m happily married?”

Kuzan snorted. “...You won’t be.”

“Observation haki? Or are you just being an asshole?”

“If I tell you it’s haki, will you leave it alone?”

“No.”

He sighed in mock exasperation. “Arara, maybe I won’t come back for you after all.” He paused. “Fine, it’s not haki. What happened to good old gut feelings?”

“How long are you planning to be gone?”

“...A long time, probably. But that doesn’t matter either.”

You frowned and narrowed your eyes at him, but he kept his gaze fixed elsewhere. “You plan to be gone that long and you expect me to be here when you get back? That’s kind of cruel, isn’t it?”

“Like I said, I’m not asking you to wait. You don’t even necessarily need to be ‘here’ when I get back. In fact, it might be better if you’re not.” He removed his hand from your knee, drawing patterns in ice on the table as he pondered his next words. “I’ll find you. One way or another. I’m gonna lose the upcoming fight, and I’m gonna do a lot of shit you don’t like, but in the end, you’ll be mine.”

“Still sounds cruel to me.”

“I’m a selfish marine, after all. And when I’m no longer a selfish marine, I’ll be a selfish…” He paused. “...something else. And after that, I’ll come for you, and you can be as selfish with me as you’d like.”

“Now that has to be haki.” You grinned and leaned in, feeling an odd sense of giddiness at his words.

“Not buying the ‘gut feeling’ explanation?”

“I’d like to feel you in my guts.”

Kuzan blinked, slightly startled, and playfully flicked your forehead. “Arara. ‘Happily married,’ you said. I should be more worried about you being run through.”

“You took me to a bar and bought me wine.”

“You’re not drunk, idiot. You’re just too repressed to admit that you want me without an excuse.”

“I’m a selfish marine, after all.” Your grin widened as you earned another playful snort. “‘As selfish as I want with you’ you say…do I at least get a preview before you abandon me for god knows how long?”

All at once, Kuzan stiffened. “I’m not abandoning you.” Your breath hitched as he seemed to draw up a few inches taller, and he relaxed slightly as you pulled back. “...Sorry.”

“...Kuzan, do you love me?” He stiffened again, shooting you a bewildered look. You bit your lip, still smiling, but suddenly bashful. “You don’t have to answer. Especially not if the answer will break my heart.”

“Arara. Which one will break your heart, a yes or a no?”

“Mm…a ‘maybe’?”

“So abstaining is off the table too, then.”

You laughed and leaned teasingly into his side once more. “If you don’t answer, I’ll just pretend you gave me the answer I wanted.”

“Oh? And which answer would that be?”

“...The one that doesn’t break my heart.”

Kuzan studied your face for a moment, then pushed your glass and his own across the table and pulled you into his lap to straddle him. You grinned and held his gaze, reveling for a moment in the strange mix of listlessness, frustration, and adoration you found there. “You’re infuriating,” he muttered.

Your grin widened. “I’m just a selfish mari—”

“A selfish marine would tell me what they want so I could give it to them.”

You blinked. “No one wants to have to ask to be loved.”

“So you want a yes, then.” You attempted to hide your face in his neck, but he managed to grasp the collar of your shirt and pulled you back with a hum. The cockiness evident in the feigned disinterest in his gaze and the way he licked his full lips had you squirming in his lap. “Quite brave of you to dare hoping for a yes from a man with my reputation.”

“What aspect of your reputation are we referring to right now?”

“Mm…my strength might also be relevant here. But what I was referring to, well. I believe the way I heard it phrased once was that I’m ‘too lazy to love, but always down for a quick fuck.’”

You snorted. “More like too lazy to fuck, but manages to love me without really trying.”

“Arara, is that the ground truth in your fantasy world? You’re wrong.” Your face fell, and you squirmed harder as you attempted to dismount him. “Stop it, woman. You’re wrong…I have to try damn hard. Not easy, loving someone as annoying as you.”

You blinked, holding back a grin. “So you are too lazy to fuck?”

“Care to find out?”

“Was my ‘gut feeling’ joke not admission enough?” you teased. He hummed once more and trailed his icy fingers up from your collar to the back of your neck, leaning in as if to kiss you, but stopping before your lips connected. In your peripheral vision, you caught the hint of a smirk as he felt you shiver, sucking his cold breath into your own lungs as though you had just come up for air. You pouted. “You didn’t even ask if I love you back.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Asshole. At least give me an excuse to say it.”

He snorted. “Another excuse? How about I just buy you more wine?”

“Is alcohol a good enough excuse to say something like that?”

“It’s not a good enough excuse for you to try to get in my pants, either, but it didn’t stop you before.” His fingers danced back down to your collar and tugged you away from him slightly. His eyes were heavy-lidded, now. “‘Plausible deniability’ doesn’t seem to mean much these days, anyway. Especially not for people in our position.” He punctuated his sentence with a slow, almost imperceptible roll of his hips, and you had to swallow a squeak.

“Your position is considerably higher than mine,” you gritted out.

“Arara, on the contrary. You’re above me, at least for the rest of the night.”

“Ah, so you are, indeed, too lazy to fuck. Noted,” you teased. Kuzan stared a few seconds longer, then chuckled. He slid out of the booth, suspending you in one arm, and dumped a pile of money on the table.

“We’re leaving.”

“Am I in trouble, Admiral?”

“Call me that outside of work again and you might be.”

“Kuzan.”

“Better.”

“I love you.” The moment you spoke the words, he pushed through the door, and the world around you seemed to fall entirely silent. You looked up in awe as small flakes of white floated down around you, a few of them sticking to your eyelashes and the dense curls of his hair. “It’s snowing.”

“Yes.”

“...This is a summer island.”

“...Yes.”

You looked at him and grinned at the faint blush on his cheeks. “You better get me home quickly. I can’t exactly ask you to help keep me warm.” He set you on handlebars, removed his coat, and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Just make sure it doesn’t get caught in the wheels.”

“Your coat is cold too, idiot. You were just wearing it.”

“Arara, God must have made you this much of a brat so that no one snapped you up before I could get to you. I’ll have to thank him later, then freeze him solid.”

“Or maybe so I’ll remain faithful in your absence.”

His eyes snapped to your face, but his expression remained carefully blank. “I’ll say it again; I don’t expect you to wait for me.”

“Why? Are you planning on sleeping around while you’re gone?” You forced a laugh but winced at how insecure you sounded, pulling the coat tighter around your shoulders. He was silent for a moment; then his lip twitched into a hint of a smirk.

“Unfortunately, there’s been no one else for me since I met you.” He brushed some snowflakes off the fur trim of the coat. “I’m not too lazy to fuck, just too busy sleeping off the trauma that comes with trying to tolerate your presence.”

You clutched at him, sent slightly off balance by his confession. You attempted to save face with a playful pout. “I’m not sure I can balance on these handlebars, you know.”

Kuzan’s eyes snapped back to yours. “Oh, you’re going to hate me for this.”

Grasping your shoulders, he activated his power, slowly freezing the outer layer of the coat and fixing it to the handlebars with a block of ice. You yelped at the odd sensation—there was no frostbite, but the cold was overwhelming.

Before you could even attempt to maneuver your arms out of the sleeves, he kicked off, riding off through the streets with a sadistic glint in his eye.

#one piece #one piece x reader #aokiji x reader #kuzan x reader #posting this before i Go Jim #since the first chapter was short #aokiji #kuzan

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The Great Hunt ❄ Aokiji (Kuzan) x Female Reader ❄ Chapter 1 of 7

I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at last— Maybe I'll tell you then— some other time. The Great Hunt, Carl Sandburg

A story of departures and returns. And sex. Of course there's sex.

.・゜゜・Author notes: I'm finished writing this fic; it's 9 chapters (7 on Tumblr) and about 12k words. I somehow want it posted before I move in a week so I'll probably be posting 1 to 2 chapters a day lol. Big shout out to @thehanging-gardens for feeding the Kuzan thirst.

.・゜゜・This chapter is SFT; enjoy it while you can.

.・゜゜・Selected AO3 tags for context: Kuzan ends up working with the Revolutionary Army at some point, Reader is an editor for the Marines but leaks documents because she's not a cop, "Navy" and "Marines" are used interchangeably, Author has no idea what's going on in One Piece, So if this is non-canon-compliant eat my shorts I guess

.・゜゜・

“...Nasty business.”

“Yeah.”

“Disgusting, really.”

“...Yeah.”

You eyed the report Kuzan had placed on your desk with disdain. Not a week had passed since the Summit War of Marineford, and you sat in your makeshift office in one of the Navy’s makeshift interim headquarters, surrounded by box after box of complaints and excuses. The Marines admitted no wrongdoing in regards to the war, but with the guilt and desperation that bled through in their poorly-written accounts of what actually happened, it didn’t make much of a difference.

Few people could walk away from watching a kid of no more than 20 bleed out in his younger brother’s arms and feel good about it.

Akainu was one, you supposed.

Kizaru was impossible to read as ever.

And the third admiral—

The third admiral was standing in front of you now, eyes pinned to the title of a report on another stack of almost-identical reports that you were meant to review and edit for grammar and style.

You couldn’t help the flood of resentment that struck you upon remembering that the man in front of you was out in the field, capable of influencing the course of events in real time while you were stuck cowering behind your desk, praying for his safety and for the whole situation to somehow disappear.

You stared at Kuzan a moment longer and gritted your teeth. “You agree, but you participated,” you hissed.

His eyes snapped to you. He looked mildly startled, but not particularly surprised, already aware of your shared proclivities and the gray area in which both your loyalties lay. “Don’t be like that. You know I didn’t have a choi—you know I had to.”

“But you did have a choice.”

“I caught myself already; thank you very much.”

You barked a bitter laugh. “One more ‘just following orders’ to add to the stack, eh? Somehow you struck me as better than that. Well, sometimes.”

“...Sometimes. When I can be better.” Kuzan turned away once more, and the hideous fluorescent lighting of your office caught on the dark circles lining his eyes. His face seemed gaunt, the sharp angles of his cheekbones cutting more insistently at his skin. “I’m fighting, you know.”

The battle between your sympathy for the colleague you had grown to love and your sense of justice—just the word left a bad taste in your mouth now—was settled with an inconclusive sigh. “I don’t think I can ask whose battle while we’re within these walls.”

His lip quirked when he looked at you, but the exhaustion didn’t leave his face. “Quite a bit thinner than the walls at Marineford, eh?” After a long beat of silence, he ripped a corner off another useless report and leaned over your desk to jot something down. “Meet me there. Tonight at 8.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #aokiji x reader #kuzan x reader #i can't be assed to put any more effort into formatting this LOL just take it #idk if i should tag this as anything else #aokiji #kuzan

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