omg franky is so ajsjfjchdbs
Calling them pretty boy/girl~
Feat: Robin, Franky, Brook, Jinbe
More fluffy drabbles cause I just. mm.
tags~ fluff, established relationship, gn!reader
a/n~ i hate how you can tell who my favourite is looooooooool
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~ Robin
Of course she was nowhere to be found; but she was only missing from plain sight at least. One couldn't go very far on the Sunny, so you went to the once place you knew she'd be: the library. You were right of course, finding that she sat comfortably with a book in hand at the far corner of the library.
"Hey there pretty lady, whatcha reading~?" You called out flirtatiously as you entered.
Robin looked up from her book, a quiet chuckle slipping out of her as she lowered it slightly to look over the top of it. "Historical records from the last island we visited. I'm looking for more info on the void century."
"Ah, my smart, ever knowledgeable girlfriend~" You mused, slowly shuffling over to her. "Can I join you? I've missed you so~"
"Of course~"
You eagerly sat down next to her, getting comfy and leaning against her side. She chuckled again and shifted a little so you could see the pages a little better for yourself. The gesture was sweet, and you nudged her shoulder affectionately in response before you leaned your head there to read alongside her.
"Thanks~. I've always wanted to read with someone so intelligent and beautiful." You hummed.
"Hmm, me too. I guess we'll both find out what that's like now~" She teased back.
The silence was deafening, and your cheeks began to burn.
"Hey... That's... That's hardly fair." You complained, but not sincerely.
"Pirates never play fair." She chuckled, leaning over to place a sweet kiss to your lips, leaving your cheeks hot as she began to read once again.
͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙
~ Franky
He pressed his nose in again, causing yet another dramatic shift of his hairstyle. Looking to you for input on his new style, when he was met with your quizzical expression, the form of his hair began to deflate. Your inspecting eyes weren't what he expected to see on you.
"You don't like it?" He whined.
"Hmm, while the idea of a duck shape is cute, for hair, maybe a little less so." You told him honestly.
"Ugh, you're right." He huffed, sitting down on the floor like an overgrown child.
"Oh shush. Just cause one hairstyle doesn't suit you in the moment doesn't mean it's the end of the world!" You told him, standing next to him with crossed arms.
"I want it to suit me and have you love it though!" He continued to explain.
"You already have a hairstyle like that though!" You said.
"I do?"
You leaned in closer to him and grabbed his cheeks, pressing his nose in with yours as you gave him a sweet and tender kiss on his lips. His eyes lit up in a way that could possibly rival Sanji, steam coming from his ears as his hairstyle changed once again. This time, it poofed up into a heart-shaped pompadour, and a beautiful one at that.
"Mmhmm, this one." You hummed. "Makes you look like such a pretty boy."
The poor man nearly short circuited, and you giggled at how he fumbled his words. Something told you he'd be weating this hairstyle a lot more often.
͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙
~ Brook
The sweet sound of a violin drifted into your ears. At such a late hour, only one skeleton could be responsible for the sound. Your sweet, musically gifted lover Brook stood tall on the figurehead of the Sunny, completely unaware of your presence. Slowly, you came up and sat down at the helm, leaning back to watch him as he played on. You couldn't remember the last time you had seen him with his old violin, getting lost in his melody.
You waited until he finished, drawing his bow and lifting it gently at the end. He stood there, unmoving in the moonlight, at peace with the silence... until you startled him with your gentle applause. He spun around to see you smiling up at him, and relief came instantly.
"Such a pretty song from such a pretty boy~" You hummed, crossing your arms.
"P-p-pretty? Can bones really be-"
"Yes.. Though I guess... boy is the inappropriate term here. I think... gorgeous gentleman suits you far better." You mused.
He seemed to be so flustered he swayed on the spot, jaw hanging open and everything. You stood up quickly to tug him towards the deck before he fell into the sea, and he only came to when you took his violin from him. With some sense restored, he stepped down, weak in the knees as he leaned against the helm for support.
"Wow, you won't even let me crack a skull joke." He complained while you set down his violin.
"Yeah, I won't." you snorted, grabbing both ends of his feather boa to drag him down into a very sweet kiss. "My love for you is no joke, pretty boy."
If skeletons could steam... well, he was. Steaming from your love that is. He was a rarity, and an exception of course.
͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙
~ Jinbe
Yet another hellish storm from the Grand Line had left the deck damp with seawater and in complete disarray. Everyone did their part to get things back in working order; from tying things down, cleaning up, and unfurling the sails once again. You had the most important job of all though, and that was to bring Jinbe; your love and helmsman, a snack for his successful efforts in keeping the ship out of hell. He had just locked the helm in place so he could relax when you came up behind him, a plate of onigiri in your hands.
"Smooth sailing, pretty boy. Thanks for not killing us." You chuckled, coming up beside him now to offer him the plate.
He raised a brow at you, a chuckle slipping out. "Pretty boy hey? There's hardly anything pretty about being a warrior of the sea."
"Mmm, I beg to differ." You mused as he took the plate form you. "I mean, you said yes when I asked you out so... unless I'm not pretty, then warriors can indeed be quite pretty."
He stared at you for a moment, a delicate pink having dusted over his blue complexion. He then snorted before laughing, forever amused by you and evermore in love. His larger hand came up to cup your cheek, drawing you in close until your noses touched.
"Alright, I'm wrong for once." He admitted, still claiming your lips in a tender kiss that you were more than happy to indulge in.
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