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eriochromatic · 3 months
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Asked twt for some characters I haven't drawn before to do for this challenge, ended up with a pretty interesting spread!
Individual portraits underneath!
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Imagine Katakuri getting a crush on you and Big mom arranging a marriage between you two
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Big Mom: -takuri... Katakuri!
Katakuri: *snaps out of his day dream* Oh yes, Mama
Big Mom: where were you, you've been distracted during meetings for days.
Katakuri: It's nothing, sorry mama, it won't happen again. I have some paper work to attend to, may I please be excused?
Big Mom: yes.
Daifuku: *soon as Katakuri leaves* I believe he's fallen in love, Mama.
Big Mom: Ehh, with whom?
Perospero: With (y/n), they attended your last tea party with their father, who owns the largest vanilla orchard in the world.
Big Mom: really? Are they single?
Daifuku: I ... I'm not sure, Mama.
Big Mom: I'll look into it then, in the meantime look after your brother, make sure he keeps up with his work.
Perospero and Daifuku: Yes Mama.
Daifuku: *once Big Mom is out of ear shot* Did we just sign Katakuri up to get married.
Persopero: Probably, you know how mama is about securing ingredients for sweets. And unfortunately for our dear brother, vanilla is found in most sweets, from angel food cake to zingers.
Daifuku: but what if (y/n)'s father doesn't agree to join and marry of his only child?
Persopero: If that happens Mama will do a hostile take over, and either marry or give (y/) to Katakuri.
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Later at Big Mom's residence
Katakuri: *arrives for a meeting only to find you in the conference room* Oh, what are you doing here?
You: My father has agreed to join your pirate group, and to marry me off into your family.
Katakuri: * sits next to you* ... Do you know who you'll be marrying?
You: not yet, but that's what this meeting is about.
Katakuri: *knows his mother only invites the child she wants to marry off to these meetings but doesn't want to scare you* no mater who you marry, I'll make sure you're taken care of and have everything your heart desires.
You: *gives him a weak smile* Thank you, Kata, you wouldn't believe relieved I am to hear that.
Katakuri: *extends his hand for you to hold* Mama, should be here soon.
You: *takes his hand and squeezes it with trembling hands*
Katakuri: You're shaking.
You: I've... just never not been under my father's protection, and I'm scared.... but I do feel better with you here with me.
Katakuri: *rubs the back of your hand with his thumb* Really? Even though we've only met a handful of times in the part?
Big Mom: *kicks open the door* (y/n)! I'm so glad you could come... Oh, I see you've already met your betrothed.
Katakuri: Me!?
Big Mom: *glared* You like them, don't you?
Katakuri: *blushes* mama! Please let's not embarrass me in front of our guest.
Big Mom: mmmr, very well, since you two are already getting acquainted I'll leave you to it. ... Oh, by the way the wedding is in five days. *Leaves*
Katakuri: Five days until we're married... *flops back into his chair and is lost in thought, coming to grips with the fact that he is to be married.*
You: ... I'm sorry about this I don't know what my father was thinking offering me up like this.
Katakuri: He didn't offer you up, Mama offered me up first. Mainly to gain your father's orchard, but that is beside the point. If there is anything I can do, please let me know. You probably won't be moved into my house until after the wedding, but I can have my sisters look after you.
You: You mean you won't be staying with me?
Katakuri: *takes your hands into his and presses them to his lips through his scarf* No, but only because I need to work double time, so you can have me all to yourself during our honeymoon.
You: ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠☉⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠☉⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄
Katakuri: *realizes how that sounded* Not that we have to do anything during our honeymoon that you don't want.... I'm going to go start on my work, I'll have Brûlée come and get you settled into your rooms, in the meantime please wait here.
You: Okay, and for the record, I look forward to... to having you all to myself during our honeymoon, if you catch my drift.
Katakuri: ⁠ ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁄⁠ロ⁠⁄⁠•⁄⁠ ⁠'⁄⁠)⁠⁄
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king-magppi · 2 months
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Recent works! It's about time I posted more... 🍭🎉
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Enjoy!!! These are just what I have colored for now! I have a bunch more I gotta get finished soon.
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moonie-moon-o7 · 1 month
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Big Mom Pirates Incorrect Quotes
Imagine being so unpredictable and random that not even Katakuri's observation haki works on you 💀
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Katakuri: Stop thinking whatever you're thinking. You: Huh? Katakuri: You always make that face when you're about to say something stupid just to piss me off. So cut it out- You: I love you. Katakuri: You: You: Also, cereal qualifies as a soup. Katakuri: I KNEW IT!!
You: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.
You: I hate you with every inch of my body! Katakuri: That’s not a lot of inches.
Big Mom: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie. You: Ooh, can we get some actual pie? Big Mom: I like the way you think.
Brûlée: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. You: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Brûlée: Th-that's not how that works-
Pudding: How the hell are you still alive? You: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.
Katakuri: Would it be discrimination to only hire employees at my doughnut shop who have the same name? You: Legally, I don't believe that breaches any discrimination laws. Morally though... I don't know. Katakuri: I believe god is on my side when it comes to Duncans' Doughnuts.
You: Can I ask a dumb question? Katakuri: Better than anyone I know.
Pudding: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.
You: What’s up? I’m back. Katakuri: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead You: Death is a social construct.
You: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." Why are elephants more advanced than us. Perospero: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this: Perospero: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately."
You: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection? Big Mom: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.
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lairu · 1 year
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Film Red stuff I NEEDED to draw
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bor-is-love · 4 months
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AS WELL AS a thousand and one sketches
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thecrazyxeniacat · 4 months
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Winter...
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kaifarikus · 5 months
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ragdollc · 1 month
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Some of my favourite one piece characters 🖤
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chan-nami · 7 months
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some tongue art
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bellamer · 11 months
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Some of Big Mom's kids are absolute freaks of nature I refuse to believe that they'd actually care that Katakuri's cheeks are scarred up and who the fuck would be bold enough now to talk shit to him and hurt one of his siblings ?
Also the fact that Katakuri and Pudding get treated like absolute monstrosities by their family for their appearances when some of Big Mom's kids are like... actual freaks of nature
Like look at Persopero's ugly ass. He looks like he should be on a registry or something like actually look at him
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Then you got Mr Skeet Monster over here who everyone loves despite looking like a literal shot of jizz
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This dude is literally a walking pumpkin. Like Big Mom actually popped a pumpkin put of her pussy
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Dont get me started on this bitch. Why was the only thing he inherited from his mom was her child bearing hips ? He's a fucking scarecrow with birthing hips (I would still smash though)
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But there's too many of them to get into how most of her kids are fucking freaky but you get the point, Katakuri and Pudding should be the least made fun of when a good portion of her kids look like they should be working at a freak show for ham scraps. Like how is she gonna tell Pudding her eye is ugly and that she should cover it when she has a fucking skeet monster for a son ?
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Charlottes as promised💞💞💞💞
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diablademon · 2 months
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I did a list of how long time there were between Charlotte siblings births.
This was made with the idea that Big Mom gave birth each and every year from she was 18 to 60 and never skipped a year. But keep in mind that she apparently gave birth 43 times in 42 years. So there was one year she gave birth two times.
First of Cracker and his sisters are only 5 months younger than Opera and his brothers. I read that children only have a chance of surving being premature birth if its been over 6 months. Because its at 6 months lungs and other organs are fully developed. But this is a show where a woman was pregnant for 22 months so everything goes in this world I guess.
Brûlée and Broyé have two different birthdays, twins being born on different dates arent that uncomman, but Broyé would have been born 9 months after Brûlée, 28 days before Nusstorte. Sounds more like Broyé would be apart of a Quadruplets with Nusstorte and his brothes than a twin of Brûlée. Most likely just a mistake on Odas part.
Perospero: March 14th 19 months
Compote: October 15th 12 months
Katakuri, Daifuku, Oven: November 25th 12 months
Mondée, Amande, Hachée, Effilée: December 10th 9 months
Opera, Counter Cadenza, Cabaletta, Gala: September 29th 5 months
Cracker, Custard, Angel: February 28th -
Zuccotto: - -
Brûlée, Broyé: March 6th and December 26th 10 months or 28 days
Nusstorte, Basskarte, Dosmarche: January 23rd 23 months
Noisette: December 15th 12 months
Moscato, Mash, Cornstarch - December 16th -
Compo, Laurin: - -
Mont-d'Or: April 23rd 20 months
Mozart, Marnier: - December 20th -
High-fat, Tablet: - -
Smoothie, Citron, Cinnamon - October 16th -
Saint-Marc, Basans: - -
Melise: - -
Dacquoise: - _
Galette, Poire: October 19th 12 months
Snack, Bavarois: October 29th 9 months
Prim, Paraline: July 22nd -
Kanten, Kato, Montb: - -
Chiboust: - -
Chiffon, Lola: January 27th 22 months
Mobile, Marble, Myukuru, Maple: November 17th -
Brownie: - -
Joconde: - -
Raisin: March 23rd -
Panna: - -
Mascarpone, Joscarpone: February 27th 19 months
Yuen: October 15th 13 months
Newichi, Newji, Newsan, Newshi, Newgo, Nutmeg, Akimeg, Allmeg, Harumeg, Fuyumeg: December 2nd -
Nougat: - -
Pudding: June 25th 7 months
Flampe: February 11th 20 months
Anglais: October 19th -
Wafers: - -
Wiro: - -
De-Chat: - -
Normande:- -
Doice, Dragée: Ferbruary 21st 14 months
Anana: April 17th
526 months total from start of being pregnant with perospero (Added 9 months to before his birth) to her giving birth to Anana. ~381 of those months she was pregnant (total of 31.75 years spent pregnant) and ~145 months (~12 years) between that being not pregnant. 72% of her prime was spent being pregnant. (46% of her entire life)
Other facts: -When Big mom was 24(?) she joined Rocks Pirates. same year she gave birth to Zuccoto. -Rocks got defeated when Big Mom was 30, the year Mont-d'Or was born. -At 35 Year old Big Mom created her own pirate crew, the year when Melise was born. And as it seems her children become officers in her crew when they turn 15 means Perospero, Compote, Katakuri, Daifuku and Oven all joind the crew as officers at the same time.
I find Big Moms pirates to be very interesting and I want to know more how the development happend. When did tottoland become a candy fantasy land? Did she have to wait untill her children ate devil fruits for that to happen? Or did Streusen turn things into food? Did she leave Rocks pirate to give birth or gave birth at the ship and then left back to tottoland to leave her newborns there? Katakuri and his brothers was apparently born on a ship, but such infomation isnt mentiond for Perospero or Compote. Katakuris flashback showed him and his sibling to grow up in a city, so Big Mom didnt keep them with her.
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allonepiece · 5 months
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from volume 87
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zoro-swan · 1 year
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Op men seeing you kissing someone's cheeks
|| Warning: Fluff, Jealousy, SFW, etc...
|| Feat: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law, Killer and Perospero
|| Character x Fem reader
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Luffy
~He will not be mad. Cause he will not take it seriously, and he didn't get it. Of course he trusts you so he didn't really care about it that much. Plus he didn't really mind if u kissed someon elses cheeks cause to him your his treasure. Of course aslong as you don't kiss that other persons lips he will remain cool with it.
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Sanji
~He will be mad. Seeing your lips against someone else's cheeks. He will immediately approuch you and pull you away from the man. "What the hell are you doing with the love of my life, my angelf!?" He said locking you into his embrace. You told him that the person helped you and you just thanked the poor man. But knowing Sanji he didn't listen. He immediately screamed at the guy for touching you and the guy just left. "Your. Mine!" He said hugging you tight.
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Zoro
~Zoro would be stunned. Looking at you with someone else and kissing his cheeks. He let out a sigh. As he aprouched you. He pulled your hand and hold your waist. You got a small blush on your cheeks. "I finally found you love." he said as he hold your waist more tightly. That guy noticed that Zoro wanted him to leave he felt Zoro getting more pissed, so guy just left scared. "Do that again, and you'll be punished." he whisperd in your ear.
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Law
~He will be surprised seeing you with another guy kissing his damn cheeks. Law calmly approuched the two of you and asked you who the guy was. You explained to him that he just helped you out with something. But he seemed not listening to you. he just gave the man a death glare telling the man to run or he'll split him in two. That guy immediately turned to you and bowed and ran for his life. Law then turned to you and pinched your cheeks. "If I ever see you doing that again, I promise, you won't be walking for the next 2 weeks." He said as he walked away.
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Killer
~Killer would be sad and mad at the same time. After all your his girl. He saw you kissing that guy's cheeks, and he felt as if he wasn't enough. While you where talking to that guy, you felt a pair of hands on your waist. "What are you doing love?" Killer asked with a low voice. You explained him what happened. He felt a little relief rush over him, but told the guy to leave or else he would split his whole body in two. The guy left immediately. "Love don't do that again, cause I will not hold back next time." he said while hugging you tight.
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Perospero
~He would be surprised seeing you, kissing another man his cheeks and not the one of your husbands. He aprouched you eyes fixed on the scene before him. "Sweetnes, what are you doing? Peroin~" You tried to explain him, why and what happened. But he didn't listen to you he only tought of many ways to kill this man, for touching his beloved wife. "Look, I give you 3 seconds to turn around and leave, or else I'll turn you in to candy and lick u up till your just a tiny little piece of candy." He said calmly, the guy immediately ran away scared. "Sweetnes, try not to do this next time, cause i will assure you that you will not be walking for the next three days. Peroin~" He said while hugging you.
Likes, reblogs and comments are always welcome. <3
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jellyclogs · 8 months
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Perospero x reader: A wife
trigger warnings: arranged marriage
this fic is 95% fluff 5% angst 
I love this stupid candy man <3
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Perospero sighed, a wife. He never thought about what it would be like to have one. If he was being honest he never thought he would get one. He had dedicated his whole life to his mother, in many ways he was nothing more than her son. He was 50 and the thought of a wife had long since faded, but here he was. Momma had declared that he would be getting married.
“Perospero sir,” a guard called stepping into the room, “Your fiance has arrived.” the man said as he stood in a salute.
She was here. The woman who would be, being forced to marry him. If he was being honest with himself he pitied her. He had seen a photo of her and he could tell she was much younger than him. If he was half his age he might not feel so guilty. The guilt was only amplified by the fact that he was excited to have a wife. To have someone to greet him when he made it home from a long day of work. To have someone who would listen to him. 
He had found himself daydreaming of a sweet domestic life since he found out Momma planned to have him married. He honestly didn't want to force the poor woman who would be stuck with him into anything romantic, he just wanted to have a friendship with her. They would be stuck in the same house so it would be partially a necessity for them to get along.
Perospero got up, “Thank you for letting me know.” he turned to look at the man, “Where is she id like to meet her.” the candy man was doing his best to hide his excitement, he really did want to meet his future wife. He hoped the woman was someone who he could get along with.
“Big mom sent her to her room to unpack.” the guard answered.
“Let her know, that if she feels up to it, I'm waiting in the garden to meet her.” Peros adjusted his bow tie feeling nervous.
“Yes sir.” the guard announced as he left.
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(y/n) slowly stepped into the garden, she was nervous. She always knew that she'd be married off. She always knew she would have no say in her future. She closed her eyes and sent a silent prayer to whatever gods would hear her that her future husband would be a kind mind.
She continued her shaky steps as she tried to spot her future husband. Just keep walking, one step at a time. She wouldn't lie that the thought of marrying a pirate scared her more than marrying some pompous noble. She bit her lip and told herself to just take it one step at a time, and mind her manners.
“You look nervous,” a voice broke her from her thoughts.
“Oh, well,” she forced a polite smile onto her lips, whirling around to find who was talking to her. She spotted him, her future husband. Her stomach churned as she forced her polite and sophisticated mask up further, “I'm just worried about the first impression ill give to you.” she curtsied to the tall man.
“Please relax,” Peros gave the woman a soft smile, he had found her picture pretty but seeing her in person was entirely different. The woman had the air of a princess. Not the kind of princess that was snooty and saw the world as belonging to her but the kind of princess from a fairy tale. The kinda princess that is woken up from a comma by true love's kiss.
“I've looked forward to meeting you,” (y/n) lied giving him a worm smile, she had been scared out of her mind.
Perospero could see the woman was nervous or maby more likely scared. He was impressed with how calm she was acting but he could see the tiny shake in her hands as she moved and how stiff her movements were, “It's sweet of you to try and cater to my emotions Candy but you don't have to. Since we are going to be married i want you to feel comfortable enuff to tell me the truth.” he watched her carefully.
(y/n) nodded her head before standing tall and looking into his brown eyes, “well then to be honest, I'm terrified.” she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, “but i want to get to know you and see if my fear is unfounded.”
Perospero found himself smiling, she looked so determined. He nodded his head, “What scars you the most about this?” he asked, “Perhaps we should find a place to sit and properly talk about this?”
Her (y/c) eyes sparkled, “that sounds like a wonderful idea. Please lead the way.” 
Perospero thought for a moment before heading for a bench he rather liked, it sat in the shade of a willow tree and was surrounded by a semicircle of rose bushes, “why don't you start to tell me your fear on the way.”
“I hope you do not mind me being frank, but you're a pirate.” (y/n) started thinking how best to say this, “ not that I've met many pirates but I've heard stories and well, I'm scared you are violent.”
Perospero was honestly shocked by how forward she had just been, he had to respect the woman for that, “Well I don't blame you for that, and I'm not sure what my word is worth at the moment but I promise I will never raise my hand to you.” he stopped in front of the bench and offered the woman a hand to help her sit.
(y/n) took his hand gingerly, “ I guess we'll have to see if your actions back your words.” she was doing her best to sound confident, “What about you? Is there anything you’re scared of for this marriage?”
Prosper took the seat next to (y/n), “you're asking me if I'm scared?” Pero chuckled.
“Well we are in the same boat here.” (y/n) gave Peros a genuine smile, “Unless you had a say in getting married, I'm a complete stranger that you will have to spend the rest of your life with.”
“I'm scared that you will resent me,” Perospero answered, he was surprised she even bothered to think about his fears in this, let alone ask him. He felt his excitement building up, perhaps this marriage would be a good one.
“Well I can't say if resentment will grow but you’re not the one who chose this for me, if you treat me like a human with my own emotions then we should be ok.” (y/n) felt herself relaxing more, and more as they talked. If he was a violent man he was hiding it well.
“You are amazing,” Perospero laughed, “I hoped that you would be willing to give a relationship a try but this is more than I could have hoped.” Perospero smiled, “I also want you to know that I don't expect you to treat me as a husband, all I want is for us to be able to talk and be on good terms.”
“I want us to be at least friends Perospero,” (y/n) grabbed his hand, “but I'm not against the idea of eventually being more but I want to take it slow and get to know you.” she turned her head to look at the pretty rose bushes and spoke more softly, “and your more than I could have hoped for, thank you for hearing my fears and not expecting too much from me.”
Perospero squeezed her hand, “I want you to be as comfortable as you can be here.” 
“Thank you Peros,” (y/n) turned to him, she thought about her next action for a moment before leaning up and kissing his cheek, “I promise I will make this as easy on you as I can.”
Perospero felt his face flush, she was a princess and she was his princess. It had been years since he had pondered having a love life but here she was. He silently promised himself that he would do all he could to make her happy here.
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“So you're telling me that the pretty thing isn't throwing a fit that she’s stuck with you.” Craker cackled. 
Peros rolled his eyes siping the whisky in his glass, “Isn't it remarkable?”
Mont-d’Or smiled, “there was no way she wouldn't fall in love.” he was lying, of course, most of the charlotte sons had been worried for their older brother, “you are a catch.” he chuckled.
It had been a month since (y/n) had arrived and over that time Perospeo had come to really enjoy the woman's company. She had been nothing but kind to him and he found she was very good at listening. He had found himself talking to her each night about his day and his troubles. She would listen and give advice if she felt he needed it or just affirm that whatever it was he was dealing with was exhausting.
“You're just saying that because seeing Pero get a chance means you have one.” cracker jabbed, he wasn't a mean man he just played ruff with his brothers, he knew they could take it.
“Oh come on cracker cut them a break tonight is supposed to be a night to party it's the last night for big brother will be a single man.” oven ruffly patted Cracker on the back, “plus we all know you're just jealous.” he chuckled the heat in his cheeks coming from the booze he’d been drinking not his devil fruit.
“Well dam right I'm jealous!” cracker huffed, “(y/n) is hot and it's not like momma is gonna find me a cute little bride like her.” he downed his drink in one go.
“ jealous isn't a good look on you.” Katakuri chimed in, he was honestly glad his brother got along with his wife-to-be.
“Well at least I'm honest about my jealousy,” cracker fumed, “Don't act like your not jealous Katakuri. You would kill to have a cute little wife!”
Katakuri chuckled softly but didn't dignify Cracker’s accusation with a response.
“Like he’d have time for  a wife.” Daifuku laughed, he had had more than enuff to drink but was still downing more.
“I'm sure he’d make time for one.” Craker laughed.
Katakuri shrugged.
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(y/n) sat with a handful of the charlotte sisters. She hadn't wanted to do much for her bachelorette party but Brulee had insisted they do something. (Y/n) had found herself being rather close friends with Brulee. The woman was very kind and welcoming, it made (y/n) feel less like an outsider to the massive family.
Brulee had decided to through a cute little sleepover as (y/n)’s bachelorette party. It would be something small but memorable. A proper welcome to the charlotte family.
“So (y/n) I've got to know how do you really feel about him?” Smoothie asked. She sat reclined on a big loveseat, (y/n) found the long-legged woman very intimidating.
“How many times do I have to say that I really do like him.” (y/n) giggled. She was currently getting pampered. She had a clay mask on as Galettel brush her hair so she could braid her hair.
Cinnamon laughed, “it's just hard to believe.”
Citron swatted at Cinnamon, “You should be happy for big bro.” 
“Oh come on you are just as shocked as I am.” Cinnamon giggled in response.
“I don't see what's so shocking?” (Y/n) sighed, “He's a very kind man and I think he's rather good-looking. We get along well.” she puffed out her cheeks and did her best to be offended on her husband-to-be’s behalf.
Brulee laughed, “you really are something else,” she mused.
“Stop squirming or I'm gonna mess up more than I already have.” (y/n) whined at Brulee. (y/n) was doing her best to braid  Brulees massive hair. (y/n) honestly enjoyed playing with hair it was relaxing.
“Ok sorry.” Brulee tried to calm her laughter.
(y/n) blushed slightly before asking, “Do you think Peros would let me play with his hair?”
The room of women burst out giggling.
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The dress was beautiful it was a soft peach color. A princess-style ballgown with a sweat heart neckline. It had flowery lace that was pure white that formed sleeves and covered her chest and back in a mesh bodice. The skirt had patches of lace throughout it. (y/n) gave a spin in the dress. She couldn't help but feel absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a pair of gold heels that peeked out when she walked.(y/n) pulled the vail over her face and smiled she truly was a beautiful blushing bride.
“I know I was there when you picked it but wow you look amazing!” Cracker complimented. He had pulled the short straw and would be walking the woman down the aisle in place of her father.
“I can't wait to see his face when he sees me!” (Y/n) smiled she was on cloud nine. She couldn't find a reason to feel nervous. She had made a promise to herself when she understood she would have no say in who she was marrying she would make her wedding day a day of celebration no matter what.
“I think hell cry.” cracker laughed. Hed grown pretty damn fond of his older brother's wife. It was hard not to enjoy being around her, she was so determined to live a happy life even though she had little say in how she was supposed to live
“Happy tears?” (y/n) asked in a nervous tone. Glancing to cracker over her shoulder. Her naturally pretty face was accentuated with light makeup, her cheeks were rosy and her lips a glossy deep peach town. The slight pout on her face would make any man's heart pound.
“Well of course they’ll be happy tears.” Brulee smiled (y/n) truly looked amazing. 
The bride smiled, “I'm glad.” she burst into a small fit of giggles, before fully turning from the mirror and getting a good look a Brulee. “Wow you look amazing!” she smiled coming to stand next to her maid of honor.
(y/n)’s bridal party was filled out with Charlet sisters, if she was being honest she didn't care much about it. What she did care about was Brulee being her maid of honor, she had been adamant that Brulee was the maid of honor. Brulee was the closest thing she had to a best friend and (y/n) cherished her.
“Why not give me a twirl?” (y/n) asked.
Brulee blushed softly at the woman’s compliment before doing a small spin. Brulee felt slightly ridiculous but put up with it for the bride’s sake. She was not used to being fawned over, in really any way let alone someone calling her beautiful.
Brulee was no longer wearing her normal tiered white dress, she was in a simplistic dark blue dress. The dress had a simple square neckline and short puffy sleeves, it had a defined waist with a skirt that didn't flare out much from her hips and fell slightly passes her knees. Her wild purple hair was neatly pinned up into a bun with a flower pin. She looked lovely.
“The dress looks great on you.” (y/n) took Brulee’s hands, “thanks for agreeing to be my maid of honor.”
Before Brulee could respond Mont-d’Or cleared his throat and announced, “We gotta get things moving or we won't be on schedule, come on Brulee let's get you with the other bridesmaids.” he had been appointed to be the wedding planer and he took his job seriously.
“You don't have to thank me,” Brulee said as she rushed to follow her brother's instructions.
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It was time, she would be walking down the aisle any moment. She had promised herself that she would not spend her wedding day dreading it but now standing there with cracker, moments away from walking down the aisle, she felt nervous. She did her best to not show it but she couldn't help but to squeeze Crackers' arm.
“Finally getting cold feet?” Cracker asked, no ounce of teasing in his voice.
“The waiting is just killing me.” (y/n) huffed softly, “I'm just ready to get the I-do’s out of the way.” she forced a genuine-looking smile on her face as she spoke. She found herself retreating into her polite facade. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and flipped the switch, she was now the doll her parents had raised her to be. The only emotion she would show was an aloof smile and the proper manners that had been pounded into her head. Her grip on Cracker's arm relaxed, “Sorry.” she hummed.
Cracker was almost shocked at the sudden difference in (y/n). He no longer felt like he was looking at the woman had come to know she now looked like a hallow mannequin, her eyes had a far off look to them. “Are you ok?” Cracker ask 
“Yes of course,” (y/n) smiled before giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I just hate crowds."
Cracker did not believe her but gave her a smile back. "It's normal to be nervous," Cracker soothed, "not one of my sisters wasn't at least a little nervous before walking down the aisle," he resisted the urge to pat her head and mess her hair up.
(Y/n) looked up to him still that living doll for a moment before her she gained a small spark of herself again, "Yeah I'm nervous, and it's like all of the what ifs are coming in with a vengeance." She looked up to Cracker, " I feel like if I walk down the aisle suddenly you all will no longer have to be nice to me. Like a mouse who's about to take the cheese, its neck about to be snapped by the trap."
Cracker looked down at the pretty woman, she was so sweet and trusting, "Well the only way to find out if we all have just been on our best behavior is to walk down the aisle, Make Peros cry, and officially become a member of the family." Cracker wrapped an arm over (y/n)'s shoulders, " Once your family we'll definitely treat you like family. If we're mean to you it's not because we hate you we're just comfortable enough to be more ourselves around you." He gave her a squeeze before adding, "You don't have siblings so you don't know this but we nag and bully each other out of love."
(Y/n) looked back into Cracker's eyes, "Thank you." She set a hand on his hand, the one on her shoulder, and squeezed, " I'm glad you're the one walking me down the aisle, I'm not sure Oven or Daifuku would've given me such a good pep talk."
The music began to play cueing the two it was time to walk. (Y/n) looked into Cracker's eyes giving him a soft nervous smile and offering him her arm. Cracker flashed her a cocky smirk, taking her arm in his. Cracker felt another pang of jealousy, this woman was cute and so earnest, Perospero would be happy with her. He leaned over and whispered, "Just breathe, you've got this." With that said the two started the march.
(Y/n) could feel everyone looking at her. She didn't blame them but it did make her feel self-conscious. She took a deep breath and stared forward, finding Perospero waiting at the end of the aisle. From that point on her eyes were locked on him. He was dressed in a midnight blue suit, his hair pulled up and into a bun at the top of his head; a few strands fell loosely framing his face. She felt all her nerves wash away.
Perospero suddenly couldn't breathe, (y/n) looked stunning. Was he really lucky enough to have her? If he was dreaming he prayed he would never wake up. He shot her a soft smile. His heart was pounding in his ears. 
"You look great," (y/n) whispered as soon as she was standing across from Perospero.
"Next to you, I look drab," Perospero whispered back.
(Y/n) opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by Mont-d’Or, "We are gathered here today to witness the matrimony of the eldest son of big mom, Perospero and (y/n) (l/n)." His voice carried through the entire venue, "Perospero, do you take (y/n) to be your wedded wife, through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and to love her for as long as you live?"
Perospero looked deep into (y/n)'s eyes. He thought it was too soon to say whether he loved her or not but staring down at her he was shocked to find that he did love her. It had only been a month but he loved her. He knew that he had so much to learn about her but still, he loved her. He searched her eyes for a hint of how she felt, for if she was scared or regretful. He couldn't find a trace of fear in her beautiful (e/c) eyes. All he saw in her eyes was hope. He grabbed her hands and answered, "I do."
Mont-d’Or nodded and continued "(Yn/) do you take Perospero to be your wedded husband, through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and to love him for as long as you live?"
(Y/n) squeezed Perospero's hands. When she looked into his deep brown eyes she saw raw admiration. She was hesitant to fully admit she loved him. Maybe she didn't love him but she did appreciate what he was. He would not force her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. He would not be angry if she didn't love him. He at a minimum would be a good friend to her no matter what. If she did not love him at the moment she was sure that given time she would love him. "I do."
"I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." Mont-d’Or finished.
Perospero bent down and picked (y/n) up, supporting her but and bringing her eye level with him. (Y/n) reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear before cupping his cheek and leaning in. Perospero met her half way and gently kissed her. For a moment the world melted away. The only thing that mattered in the moment was the two of them. 
(Y/n) was the first to pull away, a lightheaded feeling washing over her. Her hand stayed on his cheek, a drunken smile stretching across her face, "you are not drab." She whispered, "You are breathtaking."
Perospero was frozen for a moment before he broke out laughing, "Just about anyone would be drab standing next to you." he mused setting his forehead against hers.
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Perospero sighed as he walked through his front door. It had been a long day. Long enuff to make his bones ache and his head throb. He wanted nothing more than to lie down and not move for the foreseeable future. He pulled off his vibrantly yellow trench coat and hung it up. The feeling of the cool air was delicious, almost as sweet as candy. Then he slipped his hat and shoes off. He ran a hand through his hair letting out a small hum. Much better.
Perospero went to begin his normal end-of-day routine. One, turn on nice and relaxing classical music. Today he was in the mood for something heavy on piano. Two, start to boil the water for his nightly cup of tea. He had a special herbal tea blend, it had camomile, mint, and a few other herds specially chosen to help him relax. Three, pick a book to read. Tonight he might skip this step. Four, steep his tea and sit down on his wonderfully comfortable recliner. Then he would sit there and relax for at least an hour.
"You look tired," a soft soothing voice disrupted Perospero's nightly routine.
Perospero felt a smile creep onto his lips, " hello my dear," he almost purred remembering he no longer had to spend his evenings alone. He turned to look at his lovely little wife. She was holding one of his mugs, it looked oversized in her much smaller hands. A soft smile comfortably plastered on her lips. She was in a cute little green baby doll dress that fell halfway down her thighs. She casually leaned against the door frame leading to the kitchen.
(Y/n) held the mug in her hands out to him, " I made you your tea." She said sheepishly, "I think I made it just the way you like it, but if I didn't please tell me." She looked down at her hands. It was stupid how nervous she felt about this gesture. It had been a week since she had properly moved into Perospero's home. It wasn't quite her home yet. Yes, she lived there but it still felt strange and new. She was trying to carve out a place for herself in her husband's life but felt nervous to overstep.
Perospero gaped for a moment, trying to find the right words. " I'll drink it whether you got it right or not," he grabbed the mug from her hands. He blew on his tea before taking a small sip. It was slightly sweeter than he usually took it, but still, it was good, "you went a tiny bit strong on the honey," his honest opinion slipped out," but it's wonderful," he quickly added, his eyes shooting to his poor wife's face. He hoped his careless words hadn't just crushed her.
"I'll go lighter on the hunny tomorrow," (y/n) offered, her voice was neutral but unsure.
"You know I think you might be too kind to me." Perospero took another sip of tea, " if you keep spoiling me, I'm going to go rotten." He relaxed again when she finally looked up and met his gaze. She was smiling again," I don't mind my tea being a little too sweet, I'd take my tea sickly sweet if it meant I didn't have to spend my evening alone."
"Well tomorrow I'll try again," (y/n) locked eyes with him, "but right now I think you should turn on your music and relax."
"So you have been mesmerizing my routine?" Perospero quirked a brow.
"Yes I have," (y/n) shrugged her shoulders. "You like having the structure, as your wife I should try and keep you comfortable. Now I'm sure your feet are killing you, let's go to the living room and you can tell me how your day went. If you want to at least" She gently pushed him toward the living room.
Perospero shook his head, how lucky was he? What on this big blue ball did he do to deserve this woman? He would have been fine if she lived their married life just humoring him with small talk every now and then but here she is, " if you keep this up I'm never going to fall out of the honeymoon phase," he gave in, and made his way to the living room. He quickly selected a sound dial to play before perching in his recliner.
"Is there anything else that might help you relax?" (Y/n) stood waiting for a reply.
"You are my wife, not my maid," Perospero appreciated what she was doing but he wanted her to be relaxed. He did not want his wife to feel she needed to wait on him hand and foot, “Come here and sit down.” he gestured toward the other couch.
(y/n) shuffled over to stand in front of him, “Could I maby sit on your lap?” she asked looking down at her feet.
Instead of giving his adorable wife a verbal answer he leaned forward and swept her off her feet picking her up and placing her on his lap, "you really are adorable," he mused planting teasing kisses all over her face.
"So how was your day?" (Y/n) squeaked out trying hard not to sound so flustered. She failed miserably.
"It was long, mother was more than demanding. Difuk managed to recklessly use his jeeny and destroyed a few ships. I've already put in an order for replacements. And then Flampe went on with her smear campaign on Katakuri. Truly that girl is rotten to the core. I really don't know why she's making such a big deal out of his mouth." Perospero groaned, "But truth be told it was nothing out of the usual." Perospero shighed, pulling (y/n) closer into his chest. He was enjoying the feeling of having (y/n) seated in his lap. She was a bit squeamish when it came to physical touch so he hadn't had many chances like this. He was glad to see her relaxing into the relationship, "how about you my candy, how was your day?"
"A little lonely," (y/n) snuggled into her towering husband, "I want to go out and see the island but I'm still a bit scared of the affiliates of your crew. I don't feel comfortable doing it alone. oh but don't worry I found fun here in the house. You have a very nice collection of books." She paused for a moment, "I wish I could do something to calm your family down. If that's a normal day for you I hate to think about what a bad day would be."
" I doubt anyone could calm down all of my siblings." Perospero wasn't sure how to comfort his wife. He understood her hesitation to trust the crews that served under the big mom pirates. She had grown up a civilian, she had no fighting experience, the woman was gentle and caring. All of it meant one thing, she would be vulnerable to any attack. He was glad she was aware of her vulnerability and cautious not to risk her safety but hated the thought of her feeling trapped in the house. He knew that not a soul would dare raise a hand to her on his island (or any other in totto land) but how could he expect her to believe that. He bit his lip before saying, " I promise you are safe to go anywhere you want in totto land. I don't blame you for not trusting the unsavory folks mother keeps around but only an absolute moron would try to hurt you. Everyone knows not to mess with the family." He sighed, " but why don't I see if one of my siblings will go out on a day trip with you tomorrow, or if I can get someone to cover my duties."
"That sounds nice." (Y/n) hummed before looking up into Perospero's chocolate colored eyes, "I know in theory I'm safe but my brain just won't accept it." She sat up and pecked his lips, she was ready for a subject change. She was feeling a bit bold, so for that little fire in her could go out she spoke "you know I really like your hair. I've always liked men with long hair."
Perospero felt his cheeks heating up, "is that so?" He asked, mindlessly letting one of his hands run up and down her back. He wasn't used to compliments, especially not ones said so casually.
"Yeah," (y/n) replied, " I always had day dreams of having a partner who let me play with their hair."
It did not take a rocket scientist to understand (y/n) wanted to play with Perospero's hair, he found it endearing how she was going about this. He closed his eyes and chuckled, "well not that I'd ever tell them but I did enjoy when my sisters would practice hairstyles on me." He wondered if she would ask him to play with his hair or if he'd have to offer it to her.
"Peros, would you mind me playing with your hair? I've been wanting to since our wedding." (Y/n) gave her husband some puppy dog eyes.
"Yes you can play with my hair." He answered her, trying not to laugh at just how cute she was being. The more she relaxed around him the cuter she got. Underneath her proper and polite demeanor was something so much better. His thoughts were only confirmed when he saw how excited she looked at his answer. 
"I'll go grab a brush!" She smiled as she slipped off his lap and skittered out of the living room.
A wife. He never thought he'd have one, let alone one so amazing. Perospero smiled, staring after his wife. He felt a swell of pure joy in his chest. All those sweet and simple domestic fantasies he had in his younger years were bubbling back up to the top of his mind. This was going to be the best time of his life. He couldn't wait to see what other cute or sweet things the woman he married would do.
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