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cozage · 10 months

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Hi hope you are having a good day

I wanted to know what would it be like if, Mihawk, Shanks and Buggy had a female s/o that was basically like inosuke from demon slayer, they are a bit dumb but will pick a fight with everyone, and they only wear a bandaged top with like shorts or smt.

You guys have been asking me lots of questions and making me feel loved so here is this!!! (And maybe more spicy things to come later this week 👀)

Characters: female reader x Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy Wordcount: 850 CW: the last bullet point in all of them that are a little spicy

She’s Kinda Stupid, but…

Mihawk

This man is literally so tired. He’s so tired.

Will very often say things like “I didn’t know I was in charge of three children.” (yes Perona and Zoro are his CHILDREN okay) or “Are you acting your age today, or are we pretending you’re six years old again?” or “I’ve met dogs more behaved than you.” (it’s all coming from a place of love and he knows you won't take offense because you don’t take offense to anything)

You’re a brat and he knows it (and loves it). He loves you but god you are so much work when the two of you are out in public. He feels like he can’t take his eyes off you or you’ll end up in a fight with some random guy because he looked at you funny.

Most of the time he doesn’t acknowledge your shenanigans. When you fight with someone, he’ll grab your wrist and physically pull you away from them, usually with some kind of snide remark.

Sometimes you’re justified, though. And when that happens, he gives the guy who wronged you five seconds to apologize before he sets you loose. Most of the time the guy sees Mihawk and apologizes, but the swordsman secretly hopes the guy won't apologize. And on the few occasions they don't apologize, he smirks as he releases you.

He always has to pull you off the guy because you just don't know when to stop. In all truthfulness, it kind of gets him hot and bothered, but he always pretends to be irritated. “You’re psychotic. Do I need to teach you how to behave?” he scolds, his gold eyes scanning your body. “I can think of a few ways to get you to listen.”

Shanks

Shanks adores you. Cheers you on. Loves watching you cause absolute chaos. Why? Because you are him without a conscience.

Shanks knows when he needs to flip the switch from polite to fight, but you don’t. You are always at 100%, your most authentic self 24/7. And he absolutely adores that about you. Even if that means that sometimes you take it a bit too far.

Sometimes Shanks will even use your emotions to his advantage. “Can you believe that guy just did that?!” or “Talk about rude!” knowing full well you’re ready to throw down whoever wronged you or him.

The absolute only time that Shanks will stop you from fighting someone is when you all are in a building. He’s had to pay SO MANY owners back for you destroying glassware and furniture and plenty of other damaged goods. You learned pretty quickly that the first words out of your mouth should be “Wanna take this outside?!” because if you were outside then Shanks didn’t stop you.

The first few fights, he watched carefully, making sure he would be able to jump in if he needed to. The next couple of fights, he watched you with an amused look, excited to see how you were going to beat up the guy (and just to make sure you would win). Nowadays, he doesn’t even feel the need to go outside with you, but sometimes he does just to cheer you on.

After your victory, he always rewards you with a bunch of kisses and sings your praises. He pulls you onto his lap at the bar, making sure everyone knows you're his. “You did so well. I loved how you stomped that guy into the dirt,” he’ll coo, dotting kissing across your neck. “How about later I show you just how proud I am of you, okay?”

Buggy

You never cease in stressing this man out. He is always on high alert now because of you.

Stealth missions? Forget it. Normal day in town? Absolutely not. He BEGS you to be a normal human being in public. To have an ounce of self preservation. But you cannot comprehend that. People who talk shit deserve to get hit.

He is constantly running after you, screaming at you to stop fighting people for no reason. Sometimes he’ll even jump in front of your punches to try and de-escalate it (which of course doesn’t work and results in you just punching him in the face). You don’t even feel bad, you just scream at him to get out of the way and beat up the other guy even more since he made you hurt your boyfriend.

If anyone makes fun of him, he doesn’t even have a chance to scream at them anymore. You’re already pounding their face into the ground. And every time you do, he falls in love with you a little bit more.

“That’s right, that’s my baby!” he screams, watching you smugly walk away from some guy’s beaten body. “Let’s go celebrate, you can do whatever you want.” He grabs your hand, practically pulling you back to the ship.

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blacklegsanjiii · 2 months

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I love the warlord!Sanji acesan shovel talk sm <3 also this is really sad but what would have happnd if sanji's execution had succeeded and he really did die? i nkow the warlords prbly wouldve still declared war on the wg and the straw hats would wreak havoc as wle, but do you have any thoughts? how does each parent grieve, how do the crew react upon finding sanji's secret only after his death? can sanji ever be brought back- maybe reiju pulls through again somehow with germa tech that somehow revives sanji- or is he gone forever? these thoughts are haunting me

JESUS OW! THAT HURTS I LOVE IT!

First, his execution if succeeded, would have been taped and possibly broadcasted after the fact, ensuring the fact his death is in fact truthful. The only person up on the platform who looks pleased is Akainu the fucker. Kizaru, usually so unbothered, and Sengoku watched this kid grow up in Warlord meetings but justice comes first and Sanji is a pirate. When Sanji is asked if his parents would be proud Sanji just smiles and in a way similar to Ace and says his parents would be proud, but not the ones the Government wants. After all, he was raised by five Warlords. He's smiling at Akainu, smiling in the face of death and stabbed by the spear/trident things they use in the executions.

The next the newscoo brings reports of Doflamingo and Boa Hancock declaring war on the World Government, the day after Mihawk, a few days later Crocodile and those he rounded up from Baroque Works. Jinbei doesn't but the crew sees how stricken he is. It is immensely heartbreaking to hear Jinbei cry about Sanji, his son, which rocks the crew. They plan a funeral and send out the calls to inform everyone when and where.

Everyone turns up, Law and his crew, Vivi and Karoo, Ace and the White Beard fleet, Perona, and the four warlords who declared war against the government. Law and Vivi are immediately ready for a fight but Jinbei stops them, reminding them they're all here for the same reason. They don't entirely let their guard down and when Zoro asks Perona how she knew Sanji she looks at him like he's dumb.

"We grew up in the warlord meetings together, dummy. He was my baby brother basically." Perona huffs and Mihawk sends a glare at them both.

"Does Moria know you're here?" Crocodile asks her.

"He let me go to Mihawk's for weeks on end to see Sanji, I don't see how his funeral would be different." Perona says solemnly and Crocodile nods. After the "service" if you could call it that everyone parts ways. The crew deals with the fact Sanji was raised differently. Zoro and Nami are angry at the secret, Franky and Robin understand the necessity of such a secret. Brook tries to comfort Jinbei but no parent should have to bury their child. Luffy is angry that Sanji is dead, furious, he doesn't care who Sanji's parents are, doesn't matter. Usopp and Chopper are crying, they've always been pretty free with their emotions so more secrets are just more tears for them.

As for the warlords grieving? Crocodile has always been a workaholic so he's definitely rebuilding his empire while waging war. Boa retakes Amazon Lily and builds a shrine to Sanji that's private, for her and Sanji's fathers. She sits by it every time she gets home and just sobs and lets her anger fester until she goes out again. Doflamingo lets his fury guide him, he's never really had to mourn before. He doesn't understand it and so he just kills whoever is in his way to get to whoever sanctioned the killing of his child. Similarly Mihawk has never really had to mourn before, but he understands the process in theory. He probably calls Shanks up at one point to ask when he stopped crying about Roger and Shanks admits he still cries about it, not as often, maybe a couple of times a year but in the beginning it was a lot and often.

Below is if Sanji is saved, miraculously.

IF SANJI is brought back by Reiju, or in my beautiful world of all the siblings defying Judge because the brothers are learning emotions, 0124 bring Sanji back I can't imagine them bringing Sanji to the Sunny is a safe option. Nor is Amazon Lily or Kuriagana and Doffy doesn't even have a ship which leads to four genetically modified siblings dropping off the least modified sibling in front of Daz, Croc, and a few others as they rush to explain they saved Sanji and revived him and they can't see their brother's crew because of the pact Judge has with Luffy. Sanji is also probably a mess because he died and now he's not dead and is having several issues with that and being away from crew.

Croc's first thought is to get his dumbass kid re-acclimated to being alive first and reuniting him with his crew second. The first does involve some of the best doctors Croc knows running tests on his kid to make sure he's alright because he knows Sanji has been revived before when he was a kid in Germa, also they used Germa tech to do it which makes it worse. But once Sanji is relatively calmed down and used to being alive again Crocodile calls the parents and lets them know A. Sanji is alive thanks to Germa tech and his siblings and B. Is taking him to his crew.

His crew is ecstatic to see him and there's happy tears all over but also he's alive. Reiju explains everything and Sanji is tucked away in a pile of Strawhat Pirates.

#black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #the vinsmokes #shichibukai #warlords #warlord!sanji #perona #one piece au #answers

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luffyvace · 3 months

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Perona x male reader

This might be more accurate to pre time skip perona bc I’m watching impel down arc, hope you all don’t mind 💗

I just really like her and wanted to write for her since she’s underrated <3 (plus from the poll)

Idk how you and perona met or when but y’all together soo !! 🤷‍♀️

if your dumb/dense- (lol) like zoro or luffy she’s gonna go insane

she loves you..! but your just…..a bit slow..

no matter how through her instructions are you always somehow end up doing the opposite

she has to do a lot of things herself which triggers her because she considers herself a princess

she gets mad at you, but not mad like how should would to bearsy, more so a ‘you can’t do anything with out me 🤦‍♀️‘ typa mad

in fact she usually ends up helping YOU out

”I’m only doing this because I love you, you know??”

she says that while pouting all the time

but if you return the favor by helping her carry something heavy, giving her a kiss on the cheek, or just sincerely thanking her?

shes a blushing mess in denial 💝

if your smart !!

She finally has someone that gets her and is on her side!!

she makes you spend lots of time with her

picking out what outfit she should wear

watching the sunset

she does all sorts of romantic stuff with you <3

(zoro gets lost and crashes your dates 🙂)

if your on the slow side you, zoro and mihawk drive perona up a wall fr

shes the only female and her boyfriend isn’t even on her side?!🧍‍♀️

I mean you are, but it’s just not the same if you don’t get her

and if your intelligent you help her keep zoro under raps

and she makes you help defend her in arguments

LOL

perona likes to pick your outfits

dw she has a great taste in fashion, she’s very stylish

she puts you in black and your favorite color

so that you two are kinda matching

ngl she’s pretty sentimental

one moment she loves the crap out of you and the next she’s attacking you with hollows

ok I know that seems more moody or bipolar or smth but it’s just because she’s sensitive!

it’s more so that what you say affects her deeply because she loves you

so if you choose the wrong dress and you say it’s cuter than the one she was hoping you’d choose, she’s gonna think you think she’s ugly

(don’t ask me how that translates she’s overthinking it)

Your less prone to this if your average smarts or above

but again if your on the slow side, your love is gonna seem like push and pull

She makes you help her with everything, whatever she needs

and she’s kinda clingy, she always has to have you around

at least in the same room, if your not she looks for you

its not because she’s insecure or anything she just likes being in your presence

If she wants to reorganize a room? She’s instructing you and your doing the actual work

she wants the dishes done? Why didn’t you wash them??

(you make a point that she’s the one who used a crap ton trying to cook and she ends up helping you)

she’s fair for the most part though she may be a bit bossy..

perona’s love languages are quality time and physical touch

(lol physical touch is irony but anyway)

yeah I’ve pretty much been mentioning quality time throughout this whole thing

she basically just loves to be around you, doing anything with you whatever!

she doesn’t like to be bored though so you guys are gonna have to figure out fun things to do

playing hide and seek is always fun with her!

she’s really good at it but sometimes you feel like her devil fruit is cheating 😒

you’ve found her a couple times though!

she was proud of you but also kinda upset at the same time 😂

If she hears you getting close to her hiding spot she immediately moves

So it’s very rare you do win

and as a seeker she uses her hollows (sometimes zoro too, he does it begrudgingly though) to find you

she also goes through walls so yeah that helps, when she hears you she can get to you faster

If your a straw hat Kuma mighta sent you there for stealth training 😂😂

I feel if your highly intelligent you could outsmart her though, especially if you learn her way of thinking

with physical affection perona loves to cuddle, hug and give cheek kisses

NOT around zoro and mihawk though

she gets so embarrassed about it

pda does not amuse her so don’t try it

she doesn’t really like using her hollows on you but she just might

she loves to show you off despite that!

oddly enough

she constantly brags about your feats and accomplishments

she may as well be more proud than you!

Even if you haven’t done much she still prasies you

The ghost princess absolutely cherishes you!

anyway yeah she gives you a forehead kiss before you go to sleep

and she expects one back!

but wait til right before she falls asleep!

it’s more romantic that way 😍

(yes she wants it that specific way or she’s going to be pouty with you the next day)

if you don’t do it right she will ignore you

But she gives in first bc 1) she loves you too much 2) she gets bored 3) she likes your attention

she also does this thing where she holds onto your arm and floats

She secretly wants you to kabedon her

shell never tell you that..

(look it up if you don’t know what it is :P)

She reminds you of a cat when cuddling

she practically curls up into a ball on your lap

she gives you cheek kisses whenever you do her a favor or if she’s just feeling particularly happy

(for more dense m/n that’ll be if you did something smart or didn’t tick her off on accident today)

perona will also simp if you have abs/muscles

will avoid you for a bit if you catch her though

I mean she can go through walls so if your changing and she’s comes in..

OF COURSE SHE DOESN’T STAY FOR THE FULL THING SHE’S NOT A PERVERT IT’S JUST-

even if you don’t mind she doesn’t want you to catch her admiring you

she spies on you working out still, since that’s less suspicious

if you don’t have abs that’s all right

she romanticizes you anyways so no matter what you look like or what you do she absolutely adores you!

Your love life with perona is never dull!

she genuinely loves you ♡

These were a really good length! 💪 I’m getting back in my groove! 😼

I was originally not gonna do these but I’m glad I did they didn’t take very long and were fun to write! :) hope you enjoyed lovelies 💖

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lale-txt · 2 years

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💋 asking OP chars for help with your nails & makeup

a/n: another talk with @eustasssimp about nail polish and the angry tulip and i couldn't stop thinking about how others would help you with this very important task, so here we are （￣ε￣ʃƪ） ns.fw under the read more! minors i'm spraying you with a water spray bottle, dni!

maybe you’ve hurt your hand because you’re a little clumsy. maybe you just can’t draw two symmetrical winged liners, no matter how hard you try. maybe you just want to be a little spoiled. so you call out the name of your partner, knowing they’ll always come whenever you’re in need…

those who come running, thinking you’ve hurt yourself because why else would your voice sound that troubled

❀ Franky, Killer, Ace, Yamato, Roger, Shanks, Bartolomeo, Thatch, Kin’emon, Rosinante

those who yell a pissed “WHAT, BABE” from the other end of the ship and then come stomping when you don’t reply

❀ Kid, Smoker, Buggy, Izou, Paulie, Gaban, Perona, Ulti

those who are irritated why you’re calling out their name when they are literally right next to you and watched you struggling for the past hour or so

❀ Marco, Rayleigh, Hina, Sengoku, Oden, X Drake, Benn, Page One

those who can’t paint nails for shit. they’re spilling the color everywhere except where it should go, dropping the tiny bottle because they’re hands are too massive or just crushing it between their fingertips from sheer strength, but you gotta believe that they’re really trying their best

❀ Kaido, Whitebeard, Katakuri, Garp, Sasaki, Kin’emon

those who will channel their inner nail artist. they’re giving you the full program, making this a three hour long session, threatening to stab you with the nail file when you dare to move or complain, you’re in this together now

❀ Kid, Buggy, Boa, Cavendish, Mihawk, Perona, Ulti

those who are SO proud when they manage to draw a sharp line on your eyelid and then have a full blown breakdown when trying to do a symmetric one on the other

❀ Ace, Sanji, Shanks, Paulie, X Drake, Page One

those who grab you by the chin, tilting your head as they need it, drawing the winged liner with a precision within a minute you can’t help but wonder why you ever bothered trying to do it yourself

❀ Izou, Law, Killer, Usopp, Denjiro, Bartolomeo, Hina, Boa, Oden, Mihawk, Perona

those who use a triangle ruler to get the winged eyeliner right (and it still doesn’t work)

❀ Katakuri, Shanks, Marco, Luffy, Sasaki

those who use a knife to nail the winged eyeliner right (“what, like it’s hard?”)

❀ Kid, Law, Zoro (uses one of his swords), Sabo, Thatch, Mihawk, Shakky

those who fall over in love with you again from the way your eyes meet, an intense gaze that’s sending thousands of butterflies in their stomach, their heart jumping in their chest

❀ Rosinante, Usopp, Thatch, Roger, Perona, Ulti

those who help you apply lipstick by painting their own lips and taking your face in their hands, kissing you until you dig your nails in their chest, gasping for air as they admire their stunning painting

❀ Rosinante, Kid, Killer, Denjiro, Black Maria, Yamato, Iceburg, Shakky

those who pick the nail polish by which color would look the best when you’re hands are wrapped around their cock (and the lipstick color too)

❀ Crocodile, Rayleigh, Shanks, Yamato (matches it to your favorite strap on), Sasaki, Benn, Mihawk, Kin’emon

those who help taking off your weak attempts of makeup by ruining your pretty face with spit and cum, praising you for how stunning you look with that smeared look

❀ Thatch, Kid, Doflamingo, King, Lucci, Garp, Who’s Who, Kaido

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chenziee · 9 months

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Of Pumpkin Pies and Whipped Cream

Another of my @opdilfzine fics! You can find this one in the digital add-on :D You can still grab a digital copy of the zine, aftersales are open until the end of August! <3

[ Read on AO3 | Ko-Fi ]

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It wasn’t often that Dracule Mihawk’s transponder snail would ring but when it did… It was a sure sign of a headache coming.

He wasn’t sure why he should even bother answering when he knew there would only be pointless chatter to be heard but even so, he somehow always found his hand gripping the receiver anyway.

“What is it now, Red Hair?” he sighed instead of a proper greeting.

“Oh, come on, I don’t even get a hello?” the man on the other side of the connection whined.

“No.”

The snail gasped dramatically in response to the curt reply, making Mihawk roll his eyes. And to think this was one of the most powerful people in the world. Ridiculous.

“You’re so mean to me.” Red Hair let out a long-suffering sigh but Mihawk could just hear the shit eating grin that was playing on the man’s lips even without looking at his snail. “How do I even deal with you? I should get paid for still keeping you company.”

Mihawk knew he shouldn’t have picked up.

“I’m hanging up,” he said bluntly, already reaching over to place the receiver back on the snail.

Immediately, the transponder snail’s face twisted with panic, mirroring Red Hair’s expression as the man started fumbling for words. “Wait! I’m sorry! Don’t hang up, please!” he cried, his voice begging.

Despite himself, Mihawk felt the corners of his lips twitching upwards the tiniest bit. It was strange; the man was loud, annoying, and bothersome, interrupting Mihawk’s peaceful and quiet days with a disturbing regularity and yet, Mihawk could never bring himself to tell him to leave him alone.

If he were to be honest… he’d have to admit that he would even sometimes miss his loud laughter, his stupid grins, and his idiotic stories and even more idiotic ideas. Even the ones that led to Mihawk having to literally drag the man to the Red Force after he would drunkenly whine and cry about how he was so proud of Straw Hat Luffy for hours and forcing Mihawk to throw him at Beckmann. After all, any captain was the first mate’s problem.

Or that one time when Mihawk had to break into a Navy prison to get Shanks out of there after he got arrested for eating without paying—he still had no idea how the marines in that town hadn’t recognised the Emperor.

For some reason, he missed all of that sometimes.

He would never accept Shanks’ lack of appreciation for good wine though.

“What did you call for anyway?” Mihawk sighed finally, leaning back into his chair.

“Just missed your sweet and kind voice,” Red Hair replied cheekily. “How are the kids?”

Mihawk groaned. “Don’t talk about them as if they’re mine. They just ended up here.”

“But you let them stay!” Shanks argued and Mihawk could just imagine the man reaching over to poke his shoulder.

As if Mihawk had a choice in that matter. Coming home from the war just to find two brats squatting in his goddamned castle, uninvited, with no means of getting the hell off the island after apparently getting launched through the air half-way across the globe—how could he have just kicked them out?

Not to mention he had tried. He gave Roronoa a boat. He gave him directions. He even gave him some food.

All that effort, only for him to come right back after making a full circle around the dead forest.

He would really rather let the kid stay than have to lead him by the hand like a toddler all the way to the coast—or more likely, chaperone him all the way to the next island. He held no illusions about Roronoa’s ability to follow a log pose by now.

“So? How are they doing?” Red Hair prompted after a moment.

Finally, Mihawk let his head fall back, his eyes shutting momentarily as he took a deep breath. “They’re fine. Roronoa’s still got a ways to go but it’s funny watching him struggle. Perona’s at least helping with the fields if nothing else.”

“I still can’t believe the dreaded Hawk Eyes, the strongest swordsman, likes gardening,” Shanks said with a laugh. “You need to let me try eating some of your crops one of these days.”

Mihawk chose to ignore the wink the transponder snail gave him. “You can have one of the fifty pumpkin pies Perona made.”

There was a pause before the snail raised both its eyebrows, the scar across its left eye shifting. “Fifty,” Shanks repeated flatly.

“It was a rich crop.” Mihawk shrugged. “They’re actually decent.”

“Will you add whipped cream and feed them to me?” Shanks asked eagerly.

A beat passed.

“Gacha.”

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Mihawk wasn’t expecting to hear from Shanks again for weeks after hanging up on him. They didn’t talk often in the first place but, more than that, the Emperor of the Sea could be nothing short of a brat. It wouldn’t have been the first time for him to get all sulky, going so far as to refuse to even enter the same sea Mihawk was in. This would usually end with Beckmann or Roux unable to handle the whining any longer and just dialling Mihawk’s snail number themselves and forcing their captain to just talk to the reason he was upset.

So, when the man himself appeared on his doorstep late at night only a day later, bottle of wine in hand and a smirk on his lips, saying Mihawk was surprised would be an understatement.

“You said something about pumpkin pie and whipped cream?” he asked with a wink, tilting his head to the side as he gazed at Mihawk with a cheeky spark in his eyes.

Mihawk stared blankly at the man for a moment. What the hell was he saying? Or what was he even doing on Kuraigana Island—or even just in Paradise, for that matter?

“I said nothing about whipped cream,” he responded finally, voice perfectly flat.

“Might as well have.” Shanks just waved his hand dismissively before forcing his way through the door past Mihawk as if the castle belonged to him.

Mihawk didn’t even care anymore.

With a deep sigh, he closed the door and followed after the red haired menace. It was only mildly disturbing how well Shanks navigated the complicated hallways of the castle—the very same hallways that Roronoa still struggled with after a whole year of living there. Had he really visited this place enough times to flawlessly lead the way three floors up, all the way to the cosy little lounge next to Mihawk’s room, chattering away about stupid stuff the whole time?

Thinking back… maybe he had.

Although he certainly hadn’t come invited, not even once.

“Shoes off the couch,” Mihawk ordered as soon as Shanks threw himself on the expensive piece of furniture as if it were a bed.

“Says the guy who puts his feet on the table wherever he’s invited,” Shanks grumbled—but still took his shoes off.

Mihawk huffed, putting a bottle of West Blue sake on the coffee table in front of Shanks before pouring himself some of the wine Red Hair had brought, then settled into his own chair. “So? That one is mine and I will not tolerate your disgusting, dirty boots on it.”

“Hypocrite,” Shanks said, sticking his tongue out at Mihawk.

The man only rolled his eyes; there was no point in even gracing that with a response. So, instead, he simply swirled the wine in his glass, then took his first sip as he relaxed and leaned back in his chair. If nothing else, he had to admit that Red Hair knew his alcohol; it was good wine. The colour was a beautiful red like garnet, its bouquet had fruity undertones, like cherry and raspberry. It had a smooth, rich flavour, lingering on the tongue for a moment but not overpowering—perfectly balanced.

“Are you just going to ignore me?” Shanks whined when Mihawk didn’t say anything.

“Why are you here anyway, Red Hair?” Mihawk asked instead of answering.

There was a moment of silence, silence that made Mihawk crack one of his eyes open to look at the man lounging on his couch like he belonged there. Mihawk clicked his tongue at the thought—the very notion was ridiculous.

Instead of dwelling on it, Mihawk took in the expression Red Hair was making right then. He was looking back at Mihawk, a wide, seemingly goofy smile playing on his lips… yet his eyes were serious, as serious as they were whenever someone would threaten one of the Emperor’s friends. Mihawk wasn’t sure what it meant.

But then, Red Hair opened his mouth to finally reply, “I was summoned by the promise of being hand fed pumpkin pie by my darling Hawk Eyes.”

“Again, I said nothing about hand feeding you. Are you a toddler?” Mihawk sighed.

“Yes.” There wasn’t a single hint of hesitation in Red Hair’s voice and Mihawk had to bite his cheek to keep his lips from curling into a smile.

“Then go back to your ship, I’m not your nanny,” Mihawk replied, keeping his voice carefully measured.

At that, Shanks gasped dramatically… and Mihawk knew what he was going to say before he so much as opened his mouth to do so. “You’re so mean to me! Meanie!”

There it was.

“I’m going to cut off your other arm and leave you to bleed out.”

“Ouch,” Shanks said before he burst out laughing. “We were just coming from the East Blue so we were close anyway.”

Mihawk was quiet for a moment, simply regarding the man sprawled on his couch; he took in how relaxed he seemed, more relaxed than the world ever saw him. And yet, his gaze was heavy, the deep scar over his left eye standing out in the dim light the same way it did ten, twelve years ago when it was fresh; when Shanks was just a young man who was barely coming to power. When Mihawk barely knew him.

But now, he knew the Emperor. And he knew him well enough to know when he wasn’t telling the whole truth.

"Whatever, it's not like I care," Mihawk dismissed.

“You’re terrible,” Shanks whined. “You’re seriously going to force me to admit I missed my boyfriend? My strong and handsome and oh-so-caring boyfriend?” Boyfriend?

Biting back a snort, Mihawk raised an eyebrow. “I did not ask, much less force you to admit anything,” he deadpanned.

“You just won’t admit you missed me too, will you?” Shanks sighed.

“What a pointless question. If you already know the answer, why do you bother asking?” Mihawk asked in response.

“Let me dream, you ass,” Shanks grumbled, closing his eyes for a moment before a grin took over his face once more.

Mihawk watched impassively while Shanks put his feet on the ground and sat up slowly, giving Mihawk that annoying look of his; the look that balanced on the edge between deathly serious and playful, and that always preceded something getting broken—a plate at best, Shanks’ last existing arm at worst.

And when Shanks stood up, not taking his eyes off Mihawk only to bump into the coffee table… Mihawk could only hope nothing too expensive was going to fall victim to the Emperor and his stupid ideas. So, he simply raised an eyebrow while Shanks cursed quietly, shooting a quick glare at the offending piece of furniture before his eyes turned to his lover—or boyfriend, apparently—with new-found determination.

It took only a moment for Shanks to stand right in front of Mihawk’s chair, staring down at him while Mihawk blinked at him slowly, blankly, one leg thrown over the other as he took a deliberately slow sip of his wine. Waiting for Shanks to make a move, daring him to do anything he might regret.

Like pissing Mihawk off. Or—

Before Mihawk could even finish the thought, Shanks reached out with purpose, his fingers closing around the wine glass in Mihawk’s hand, pulling it away… and Mihawk let him.

He watched in mild amusement as Shanks brought it to his own lips, taking a sip—one large enough to be considered a gulp and if it was in any other situation, Mihawk would have been offended by the disrespect paid to such good wine. As it was however, he could only smile the smallest bit at the sight of Red Hair licking his lips appreciatively.

“I have to say, I picked a really good one. And I don’t even drink wine,” he said with a small laugh.

“It’s certainly better than the swill you brought last time. Couldn’t have even been called wine,” Mihawk noted. “More like someone dumped a bag of sugar into grape juice. If the people who created that insult of a drink even knew what grapes were.”

“Oh, shut up,” Shank hissed, his face twisting in fake annoyance.

And Mihawk… couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled out of his chest at the sight.

Immediately, Shanks’ expression brightened, a victorious spark in his eyes as if he had just won a hard life-and-death battle and Mihawk rolled his eyes. He seriously could be such a child. Why did he deal with him at all?

He supposed it was one of those things that would never make sense… and Mihawk wasn’t sure he even wanted it to make sense.

He didn’t fight it when Shanks’ knee forced its way onto Mihawk’s chair, wedging itself in between Mihaw’s thigh and the armrest; the man himself leaned forward, towering over Mihawk and caging him in place. It was funny, how natural feeling his warmth against him felt—were it anyone else, Mihawk’s skin would be crawling but with this man, this absolute menace on the world and Mihawk’s life… he didn’t mind it at all.

Instead, he welcomed it.

He welcomed the warmth. He welcomed the weight on his legs—he wasn’t even sure when he had uncrossed them to accommodate the man who had decided to crawl into his lap as if he were a cat. He even welcomed the way his hands automatically came to rest on the sides of Red Hair’s thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into the fabric of his pants.

And he welcomed the lips now hovering so close to his own.

Mihawk huffed in amusement; he could only imagine how the world would react to seeing the mighty Emperor of the Sea like this—sitting in his lap, basically begging for his touch, his lips. Too bad he was the only one who would ever see him this way.

It only took a split second for their lips to connect, the kiss hungry and desperate, as if they were trying to make up for the almost three months of separation in that single touch. They moved against each other with practised ease, Shanks’ lips stretching into a smile against Mihawk’s mouth. Despite himself… the gesture made Mihawk want to smile as well.

He let his hands wander, sliding up and down the man’s thighs before moving up, slipping underneath his loose and wrinkled dress shirt until he touched bare skin.

Shanks shivered under his touch, but seemingly determined not to lose, he let his tongue run slowly over Mihawk’s mouth, his teeth scraping lightly over his bottom lip—teasing, without deepening the kiss. Not pulling away even the slightest bit, Shanks started shuffling then, searching blindly with his hand behind himself—until something shattered.

And once Shanks’ hand came to rest against his cheek, the fingers stroking his skin gently before sliding into his hair… Mihawk was reminded of the wine glass that was—had been—in Shanks’ hand, now most likely lying broken into pieces with red wine spilling all over his expensive white fur carpet.

“You’re cleaning that up,” Mihawk said flatly against Shanks’ lips.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Shanks muttered, his breath caressing Mihawk’s cheek while his fingers curled in Mihawk’s hair to scratch his scalp gently, sending shivers of pleasure down the swordsman’s spine.

Gulping heavily to keep his voice level, Mihawk repeated, “You’re cleaning that up.”

“Fine. Tomorrow. But now shut up,” Red Hair hissed before he moved forward once more—only to bite Mihawk’s bottom lip in retaliation.

As if he had any right to retaliate after ruining the fucking carpet.

Mihawk was going to make sure it was either spotless by the time the menace left, or paid for in equal value with whatever means.

But right now, with said menace licking and sucking on his neck, he couldn’t say he cared. Right now, he only cared about those lips, the fingers tangled in his hair, and the soft skin of Shanks’ sides that seemed to be burning under Mihawk’s touch… and Shank's sweet, almost delicate moans as he pulled himself closer to grind against him.

Moans so quiet that Mihawk could barely make them out—meant for his ears only.

And he was going to make sure he got enough of all of them, enough of Shanks tonight to make up for all the time they had spent apart.

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Zoro’s morning started just like any other. He woke up at 7 AM, got dressed and brushed his teeth, then it was straight to his usual twenty minute run around the island. After getting back two hours later, it was time for a quick shower—he didn’t see the point when he knew he was just going get sweaty again later but Perona could get fucking unbearable otherwise. She’d end up complaining endlessly about his sweaty brow, and even being on the same island with someone so ‘smelly’ and ‘disgusting’. He would really rather take a pointless shower than deal with one minute of that so he begrudgingly made his way to the bathroom before he could finally head to the kitchen for breakfast.

He wasn’t surprised to find Perona already sitting at the kitchen table with a plate of pancakes and a steaming cup of tea in front of her, the stupid ugly bear of hers sitting securely on her lap. Hawk Eyes was exactly where Zoro had expected him—standing at the stove, making the pancakes that Perona was happily shoving into her mouth as if they were the best meal she had ever eaten.

Zoro had to wonder just what kind of food the woman used to eat while at Thriller Bark. Sure, Hawk Eyes was a decent cook but nowhere as good as Curly. Zoro wasn’t sure if that said more about Perona's culinary experiences or Curly… but Zoro would be damned if he so much as admitted he might have possibly maybe kind of missed the asshole’s cooking.

Whatever.

“Good morning.” Zoro yawned, grabbing a pancake off of Perona’s plate as he passed by.

“Hey! Get your own!” Perona yelled instead of returning the greeting.

Hawk Eyes sighed, flipping the fresh pancake he was making. “Grab your own plate or you’re not getting any, Roronoa.”

Shoving the rest of the stolen pancake into his mouth, Zoro rolled his eyes, passing by Hawk Eyes to get some water since he was still being unjustly forced to live without alcohol. Soon, he would earn his right to have a goddamned beer, though. He’s almost got it, he was going to turn his blades black for sure. Any day now.

“Any sake in that fridge?” came an unfamiliar voice from behind him.

Zoro frowned, turning his head to the side to look over his shoulder to look at the man standing behind him—his red hair and that scar looked vaguely familiar but Zoro couldn’t for the life of him place that face. He was tall, his uncovered chest sported powerful, well defined muscles, his very presence making it obvious he was strong, much stronger than Zoro despite his missing left arm… but it wasn’t like that had ever stopped him.

“You talk about alcohol in front of me one more time and I’m going to cut you,” Zoro growled, full of annoyance as he slammed the fridge door shut.

“Scary,” the man laughed loudly before side stepping Zoro to get to the fridge.

Zoro simply rolled his eyes, deciding it wasn’t worth it getting mad over not being taken seriously. It was too damn early for that. So, instead, he walked away, taking a plate of Hawk Eyes’ pancakes before dropping into his designated chair opposite of Perona.

“So where are all the pumpkin pies I was promised?” the stranger asked then.

“Pantry,” Hawk Eyes replied absentmindedly while he poured hot water into a mug.

Perona’s eyes widened. “Are you giving out my pies for free?!” she asked, scandalised.

“Thank god. I’ve had enough pumpkin to last me till the next life,” Zoro muttered.

“Excuse me?!” Perona hissed, turning to glare at him instead.

Zoro simply ignored her, turning his attention back to his pancakes; they were sweet and he hated sweet things… but it was still worlds better than having to eat pumpkin pie for breakfast for the third time that week.

“Would you rather I throw them out, Ghost Girl?” Hawk Eyes asked flatly, making Perona puff up… before she deflated, begrudgingly admitting the man had a point.

The red haired man laughed loudly again. “So domestic. What a sweet little family.”

“Shut the hell up, Red Hair.” Hawk Eyes shot back, obviously not amused by the remark.

“Sorry sorry,” the man apologised… yet his voice was still shaking with laughter when he walked off to drop into a chair next to Zoro at the table as if it were a normal Sunday.

It was only once Perona had to slap the man’s hand away from her plate that something seemed to click in her mind and she froze. She didn’t move at all for a long while, simply staring at the stranger who was trying to steal her breakfast exactly the same way Zoro had earlier… until her mouth fell open and she slammed her hands at the table as she shot up from her chair.

“Shanks?!” she screeched. “‘Red Hair’ Shanks?!”

The man blinked, obviously taken aback by the sudden development. “Uh yeah?” he tried uncertainly.

“Oh my god,” she said, her hands flying up to slap at her cheeks; maybe trying to get herself to wake up from a dream.

Zoro, on the other hand, tilted his head to the side as he looked at Perona, then the red haired man, then at Perona again. Shanks. Why did that sound familiar?

Wait.

“Shanks as in the Emperor?” he asked, voice full of disbelief even to his own ears.

At that, Shanks laughed. It was a full-blown, unrestrained laughter, one that reminded Zoro of his own captain. But Luffy wasn’t there; instead, one of the strongest, most powerful people in the world was sitting next to him, laughing so hard he could barely breathe while Zoro and Perona just sat there, staring at him like he was a mirage—or maybe a hallucination.

Maybe those stupid pumpkin pies had gone bad sooner than they had thought and now they were all suffering from food poisoning? That honestly seemed more plausible that an Emperor of the Sea sitting in their fucking kitchen.

“What is ‘Red Hair’ Shanks doing in our kitchen?! Why?! What’s going on?!” Perona rattled off, seemingly on the verge of hysterics.

“Stop screaming, Ghost Girl,” Hawk Eyes said with annoyance as he approached them. “This is my kitchen, be glad I didn’t kick you out. Here, your coffee,” he added, putting a steaming mug in front of the fucking Emperor of the Sea.

Or more like milk with a splash of coffee. Disgusting.

A soft smile spread on Shanks�� face at that. “Thanks, love,” he said, catching Mihawk’s wrist before he could walk away—

And Zoro and Perona could only watch with wide eyes as Shanks let go of Mihawk’s hand only to continue further up the man’s arm, moving gently over the thin fabric of his shirt until he touched bare skin. But Shanks didn’t stop there—he let his hand move higher still, his fingers sliding behind Mihawk’s neck and tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, closer… until their lips connected.

It was a chaste kiss, almost innocent—if not for the familiarity of it, and the unspoken intimacy that made even Zoro blush.

Zoro could swear it took a full hour before the two pulled away, Hawk Eyes clicking his tongue in annoyance even while the corner of his lips twitched upwards.

As he stared at the two of them, suddenly he started noticing more. There was a suspicious dark bruise on Hawk Eyes’ neck just below his ear. The angry red scratches on Shanks’ back that he had previously thought were barely healed scars now looked closer to claw marks. And was that an actual bite mark on the Emperor’s shoulder?

As if that wasn’t bad enough, his eyes then caught something white contrasting against Shanks’ red hair and he frowned, squinting slightly at the Emperor. Was that whipped cream behind his ear?

No.

Nope. Absolutely not.

Zoro decided he didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to know about it. Didn’t want to see it. If he closed his eyes, if he just didn’t look…

It simply wasn’t happening.

But then, Perona’s distressed voice echoed around the kitchen again. “What the hell is going on?” she asked. When Zoro glanced at her, she looked like she was about to stab the two old men with her tea spoon just to get out of this situation.

Zoro couldn’t blame her.

“You see,” Red Hair started, “when two people love each other very much—”

“AHHHHHH! Negative Hollow!!” Perona screamed before Shanks could get another word in.

Zoro would be lying if he said watching the mighty, powerful Emperor of the Sea slump onto the table lifelessly, mumbling something about shrimps and plankton wasn’t satisfying—if completely surreal—but he didn’t even have the mind to appreciate it. He had learnt more about Hawk Eyes than he ever wanted to in the last two minutes and he wondered if there was a way to erase his memory.

As he robotically stood and left the kitchen without a word, heading for another ten minute run which would hopefully last a few hours—long enough to clear his head—he nostalgically thought back to the time when the worst of his problems was Nami threatening to double the interest on his loan if he dared to sleep through another snow storm.

Just one more year, he thought.

Just one more year and he could go on to pretend that had never seen 'Red Hair' Shanks in his life, ever, and certainty hadn't seen him half-naked, with a lazy just-fucked grin on his face in their fucking kitchen.

He could only hope there would never be a repeat of this morning—for the sake of his own sanity and limited ability to erase things from his memory.

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SNAIL! I love chapter 4!!!!!

(Incoming: extremely long ask with memes included)

I'm really excited about the lore that is developing, the rhyme was really creative (was it in an original version of the story or did you come up with it yourself?) And all this information about the Sapsorrow Queen has me aching to hear more! She seemed at first to be set up as an antagonistic force, purely due to her claiming Mihawks soul should Governess not marry him, but I feel like you've shrouded her in enough mystery that she didn't come off as antagonistic in intentions. And with all this new lore I'm getting kinda Corpse Bride vibes? Might be me projecting though.

Governess calling Perona and Zoro "my-... -our wards" AAAASSA

Her recognizing Mihawks eye colour but not making the connection followed by her immediate next observation being that his eyes are soft and somber - something she hasn't noticed (as much) in Mihawk's eyes. And him then using those eyes that are now displaying vulnerability and emotion he wouldn't normally let himself display to "searched your face, darting from focusing on each of your eyes and looking over your parted lips before rising back to your intense irises." The POETRY!

"You may ask anything of me, but you will leave my bride out of the equation."

KEEP MY WIFE'S NAME-

Governess hiking up her socks:

I just know Mihawk was fighting for his LIFE

Do the staff know Mihawk is the farm-hand? Because all I can think is either way;

The staff, watching the distinguished Governess walk beside a dog on two legs / The staff, watching their feared and revered boss covered head-to-toe in mud and twigs: what the fuck.... What the fuck...

The fact that the ghosts know makes me think that one of them spotted him eating shit in the mud puddle the first time and then Perona, having been informed of it, woke up in the dead of night to watch him willingly roll around in mud the second time.

"-Do not dare to do yourself the disservice of calling yourself low,"

KEEP MY WIFE'S- oh shit that is my wife

Mihawk allowing his guard to slip and laughing heartily??? Governess giggling???? And remarking that she hasn't experienced something like this since childhood??? Slipping her regal exterior??? My heart is pounding

He stooped down to you, the brims of your hats touching as he cooed down in a mocking tone, “I did this, this morning.” - oh my lawd. This whole section. Sir. Please. One of us will have to restrain ourselves (pun not intended)

"She cannot marry her father, of course she cannot." <-- I'm not sure if it's an exact quote from the narrator but I feel like you're referencing the story teller version. And when Governess divulges her wanting to marry Mihawk for reasons beyond the superficial (fate, or his riches) and Mihawk in turn divulges a love for an "unknown" woman, it seems really similar to the Storyteller scene. I really like it!! IDK if I mentioned before but I like how the roles of Straggletag and the prince were reversed

"I am proud to call you my friend", "I'm here by your side, I will not drop you," <- Mr President. A second quote has hit the reader.

(also I can't remember if I asked before but can I be on the tag list?)

SNAIILLLLL YOU'RE HERE!!!! YOURE BACK!!! Oh how I missed you!!

To answer your questions! The poetry and the rhymes are all my own. The original story has no real mysticism nor mystery surrounding the concept, SO I decided to add my own to shake things up 💃.

The Corpse Bride is one of my favourite Tim Burton films of all time. Considering Oda based the layout of Kuraigana on the art from The Nightmare Before Christmas, I couldn't not incorporate the elements into the plot. That wouldn't be fair.

I did need to have a small: "Hmmm... His eyes are quite similar," moment for her to get some semblance of familiarity from him - but I didn't want the mystery to be revealed just yet.

I HOWLED THE BIGGEST CACKLE AT THE GIF USE!!! PROBABLY WOKE THE NEIGHBOURS (ITS MIDNIGHT).

The "keep my wife's name" just ruined me.

The sock hiking was not a deliberate flirtation on her behalf, but absolutely Mihawk was feeling some feelings.

To spoil the spoiler, that is not really a spoiler - the staff are 💯 aware that Mihawk is the Farm-Hand. He was not always covered from head to toe in sludge and grime, opting to just have his straw hat and shielded mask over his beard in the happenstance that he might get dirty.

Upon that one time he did topple headfirst into the mud, meeting the governess on that day, he simply said: "welp, I guess this is my life now" and has to cover himself in that disguise to keep up the illusion. The staff don't know how to deal with the new look, but they're wise enough to not say anything about it.

The ghosts likely woke up Perona that first night being like: "Honey, you seeing this shit??" And Perona is just there like ⚫👄⚫

I needed to have them slip their guards a little in this chapter - they need to get to know each other a little before their engagement party (which I'm nearly there with. Couple more days, I think).

I have to reference the source material of the storyteller episode. It wouldn't feel the same without hearing John Hurt in my head, I think. I love the way he yells it.

I did do a role reversal for stragletag (Farm-Hand) and the prince (Lost-Lady) specifically to keep things a little interesting for me, and to keep the twists and turns coming for you guys! Can't just tell it how it is, where would be the fun in that? 😏

"I'm here by your side, I will not drop you," he is such a flirt and I don't think he's even aware of it.

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE NOT ON THE TAG LIST. OF COURSE I WILL ADD YOU!!! MY SNAIL!! THE SEXC KIND!!

Thank you for your asks, I always adore hearing from you!!

#one piece #opla #x reader #opla fic #one piece live action #mihawk #mihawk x reader #mihawk fairytale au #sapsorrow fic #the storyteller au #dracule mihawk #favourite snail #thank you for your ask #i am glad youre enjoying the fic #love you snail

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First things first I can prove also that iam guy too. and prove you that iam not a fem reader blog. (Pls don't wanna get blocked 😭😭) mercy mercy..!!

Second I swear on my life i don't hate i love him too iam too but iam also fan of shanks too pls but I meet a lot if annoying kid thats why I was talking about it. I just love both red head okey??😭😭

Question of today ⭐: whats the best thing about your nationality or that your proud of?

Hmm iam from 🇲🇫🇧🇷 so.....😚😚🤭😳😚😚🙉🙉🙈🙈🙈

Another question of today⭐: whats a thing I the one piece fandom that you feel needs to change?? I feel people need to stop complaining about the smallst things ever... like that new color spread made by oda with tashigi, nami ,robin,reuji, uta. I saw people on twitter complaining about how perona wasnt there like be greatful insted of complaining...bro😭😭💀💀

🌮 taco anon ~

OOOOOH YOU MAKE PART OF THE BOYS GANG YIPPPPPEEEEEEE

Dw babe, I was scared because since I block all fem blogs that interact with my stories I blocked without wanting those anons

But if your block has male info then you are totally safe I won't block you don't worry hahaha I always check before blocking

I think it is the songs probably, I like a lot of the art of Brazil, like we have some artist fucking amazing I swear

But the songs, the music that Brazil makes are unique, there's nothing that compares with

I really love brazilian music and it's perfect no matter if its song about the 90's or a song release this year, all are really good

And Funk too, I love the Brazilian funk, besides I don't like many of them because we have some shitty ones, there some that are AMAZING

ALSO YOU ARE FROM WHERE????? HUH???? TALK MORE NOW!

Hahahahah don't worry baby I was joking with you, kid is really dumb it's totally fine to hate him but tbh I don't like most fans of chars (any chars any anime) they just suck

Bro the entire fandom of one piece should change for me, 90% of them are terrible and Jesus some are even criminal

But I think they don't enjoy one piece as it should, this is what I would like to change

One piece is a story, we are learning about a world, about a forgotten story that no one knows anymore, they are showing us a secret and mystery story that was lost in the time

And all that people care about is fight and power, is about Zoro winning idk how, is about Luffy losing to idk, is about Haki, is about power scale and blah blah

Like, I know the fights are cool, I know it is cool to discover with char are strong that each char

But some people are really forgetting the fucking story!

Now in egg head all I see of Brazilian fans at least is they talking about Zoro and Sanji power and Luffy winning and losing and they all complaining why don't have more fights why they are avoiding fights and stuff

ITS BECAUSE ITS NOT ONLY FIGHTS, IN THE ARC THEY ALREADY EXPLAIN WHY THEY DON'T WANT TO FIGHT BUT LOOKS THEY AREN'T READING AND JUST SEEING THE IMAGES???

Seriously, for any one piece fan, enjoy the story, connect the dots, see the time line, see how the years pass through this world, because the story is the true treasure in this manga

#henri talk

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~Fic Introduction Post~ #5

today I'd like to introduce you all to my true OTP: bitchy platonic roommates Mihawk & Perona. this means I have not one, but three fics to talk about today, so buckle your seatbelts.

first: Some Sort of Poisonous Cupcake.

this is one of the fanfics I wrote in a fit of temporary insanity (read: hyperfixation). I had basically zero feelings about Mihawk & Perona, and then suddenly I had All Of The Feelings about Mihawk & Perona and needed to write them down with a level of urgency that should by all rights have been completely unwarranted. and then I surfaced nearly 3,000 words later and remembered I had a road trip to be preparing for. anyways

the fic is 2.8k words long, and rated M for the bit where Mihawk talks about Shanks' dick briefly (bc yeah, background Shanks/Mihawk). the focus is all on Mihawk & Perona's dynamic in this modern AU where they're just bitchy housemates. that's it. that's the fic.

I genuinely adore this fic, and not just because it slightly introduced me to my new OTP. I love the narrative voice, I love the way I worked in information about their dynamic & personalities, I love so many lines & bits of phrasing. I'm so goddamn proud of this fic. but it's a rarepair, and a platonic ship, and it's rated M, so it's not the kind of thing people tend to go looking for.

I have had to persuade people to give it a read. any time I succeed, they come out raving about it. that's about the best sales pitch I can offer, unless the promise of impending sequels intrigues you.

second: An Eye for an Eye (Kuraigana, One Year In).

this is the fic I was working on when I got interrupted by Cupcake (see above). the story itself is about how Zolo lost his eye during the timeskip, but the whiff of Mihawk&Perona dynamic I was including caught my attention and refused to let it go.

this one is only 580 words long, including the deleted scene I added later, and rated T for non-graphic depictions of eye injury & surgery. if you're intrigued by my Mihawk&Perona obsession but are mysteriously intimidated by anything longer than precisely 2500 words, you can try this first, or the next fic on my list:

A Particularly Sweet Red.

this is 540 words of pure G-rated Mihawk&Perona feels, framed as a Mihawk character study (lite). it takes place in current canon (as of chapter 1000-whatever of the manga) so if you're not up to date, you might be a little confused, but hey — it's short. there's not much there to be confused by. just a lot of using sangria as a metaphor for Mihawk & Perona's friendship, tbh.

if any of these fics intrigue you even a little, please give them a read! Mihawk & Perona's dynamic brings me so much joy, and I just want to spread the love and my ride-or-die platonic m/f pairing agenda as far as I possibly can.

#platonic MiRona my beloved #fanfic talk #signal boost #nsd’s fanfic introduction posts #quoth nsd #mihopero #queerplatonic #dracule mihawk #perona #one piece #one piece fanfiction #roronoa zoro #ghost princess perona #one piece mihawk #one piece perona #qpr stuff #fanfic

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➪ a/n: idea kinda came out of nowhere? I can't paint my nails for shit so I always ask someone else to help me and I thought this was a cute idea. it was one of the prompts on my last event that I never got to finish so might as well knock out some characters right here with the prompt

➪ details: SFW//Kid, Perona, & Sanji x gn!reader//w.c: 1k

Eustass Kid

Kid’s own nails always seemed to be done perfectly, staying untouched and perfect even through his wreckless nature while you could barely paint a nail without turning your whole finger the same color (much less keep them from getting scraped and flaking the paint off)

You’d brought it up casually, treading lightly as you asked what nail polish he used. He grumbled out an answer, not very interested till you brought up him possibly helping you with your own conundrum. Upon his interest being drawn in you showed your own (very bad) attempt at painting your nails

“Yeah you did a shit job at painting your nails.” Almost as if that’s why I’m asking for help

He’s surprisingly easy to motivate into painting your nails, with the promise of alcohol later he pulls you aside with a bottle of nail polish to begin. He’s got two colors to pick from (red or black) so pick your poison

Kid is surprisingly efficient at it, much more than you expected as he paints your first two nails with little to no effort. He smears the paint a bit, nowhere near perfect, but better than what you would end up with. He holds your hand splayed atop his own and you can’t help but notice how much smaller yours is in comparison to his

“Yours get all scuffed because you don’t use that gel shit on top.” He swipes the last little smudge from the corner of your finger with his own, gently holding your hand closer to his face and blowing on the still wet polish to dry it, making you laugh from the ticklish feeling. You swear his cheeks turn red at the sound

Whenever Kid needs to repolish his he’ll ask if you do too, letting you spend time with him as you both fix your nails to your liking. Even when you get a hang of how to paint your own Kid turns a blind eye because “it’s easier than watching you struggle”

He might buy a few more colors, insisting they’re just for you but you’ve seen that pretty purple he bought for you gleaming on his own nails

Perona

Perona had gone through all five stages of grief all at once when she first laid eyes on your poor attempt at painting your nails. She acted like it was the worst thing ever, leaving you smiling sheepishly as she insisted on fixing them for you so she wouldn’t have to look at them

Look, she didn’t mean to come off as rude, she was thrilled at the chance to hold your hand as she paints your nails but she doesn’t have the slightest idea of how to flirt properly

Perona has too many colors to choose from, almost intimidating when she drags you off to her room and dumps out her whole stash of polishes. Once she’d learned about Mihawk’s soft spot for her she took full advantage of it, and the evidence was laid out in front of you in plenty of shiny bottles of even shinier colors

To the ghost princess there’s no such thing as half assing things, especially when it comes to beauty. She’ll go the full ten yards and give you a complete manicure, but it tends to feel like she’d finding whatever excuse to hold your hand more as she holds yours tight to file your nails

From the start she’s made up her mind on what color she should paint your nails, and she’s hard to sway from her previous choice. Although she’s never been wrong, it always compliments you beautifully and she’ll let you pick out a design as a trade

“Stop moving.” The princess mumbles, a hollow hanging dangerously close as she paints on a detail with careful precision. Her tongue pokes out of the corner of her mouth and eyebrows are creased in complete concentration as she works, blooming into the biggest smile as she excitedly announces she’s done

She’s just as ecstatic as you are once it’s finished, proud of her own work and even more proud that you’re so excited to show everyone. She swears her heart speeds up whenever you happily tell someone that Perona was the one who did such an amazing job with your nails

Sanji

Sanji brought it up first, you had been helping him in the kitchen when he offhandedly mentioned you should be careful baking when your nail polish was chipping off so easily. You hadn't even noticed it and immediately was upset, all your hard work down the drain so fast

He offered to help as long as you were more careful about it chipping. You hadn’t expected Sanji to be the one who knew how to paint nails, but he’d learned a fair share of things other than just cooking and fighting on Kamabakka but he’d never admit that

You pick out a bottle from your collection, handing it off to Sanji who was standing idly behind you. “Pretty, you have a good eye.” He says with a smile, cupping your hand in his and running the pad of his thumb over your nails, the rest of your old nail polish had been removed

Despite nail polish and the remover being flammable, Sanji still sits with a cigarette in his mouth, chewing on the end of it while he works in concentration. He makes some playful remarks here and there during it, lightening the air and slipping in some advice about how to more efficiently paint your nails

He does everything to your liking, asking and altering as he continues on. He’s incredibly precise, his hand never shaking or faltering when he paints on a perfect line of the polish. It’s a wonder to you how he works so well, but it’s easy to explain it with his experience in the kitchen

“So tell me,” he begins and brushes away the faint speck of paint along the very edge of your nail, frowning slightly at the stain now on his own hand then brushing it off. “What about this color is you favorite, other than the fact it looks cute on you” He says with a grin, storing away the bits of info you give him for future reference

Once finished, he kisses the backs of both your hands before heading off to continue whatever work he has to do for the day. He especially loves how cute you both look with your fingers interlaced, maybe you can even convince him into letting you paint his nails a complementary color

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1982brucespringsteen · 3 years

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yeaah i'll talk about the one piece modern au i'll never write why not

luffy lives with ace and sabo in a squat. he's an anarchoprimitivist but only because he likes the back to monke memes. ace is a tankie and sabo is a trotskyist and this house is a fucking nightmare. they don't work regularly mostly because ace and sabo are members of two different leftist organizations that are this close to being labeled terrorist by the government, luffy is a yoga instructor.

zoro rents a room in mihawk's big ass dracula themed gothic mansion. at first mihawk had a goth only policy and that's why perona lives there too but he soon realized having a giant chandelier in every room was skyrocketting the electric bill and lowered the bar. enter zoro, a pro kendo athlete gym rat who insists on using public transport even though he gets lost every. single. time. he doesn't have a proper ideology but he believes that people should be allowed to get away with murder just once.

nami is an ancap #girlboss lesbian influencer. she lives in her own apartment that she pays for by regularly scamming men into buying her feet pics or bath water or whatever. she was raised by a butch ex marine in an off-grid homestead where they grew tangerines. she's best friends with usopp because they're the same brand of friend who would definetely try to get you into a pyramid scam, but in different fonts. she only values people over money if the people in question are her friends. she has a rotating cast of girlfriends but the only one who managed to get real close to her was vivi and now they're not on speaking terms even though nami's mom still asks about her.

usopp owns a grow shop and sells weed to everyone but charges rich people extra for wealth redistribution. he paints, does pottery, is a competitive slingshot champion, writes poetry, costumizes clothes and practices permaculture. a couple of years ago he had to leave his hometown because he got involved with a white girl and her racist uncle went hysteric. they still text.

sanji's family owns a big pharma company and have ties with neon*zi organizations. he was abused from early age, ran away as a teen and started working for zeff, who knew he wasn't actually 16 but employed him anyways to keep him from being homeless. he became an amazing chef but his female coworkers found it impossible to work with him. zeff took him to therapy before it could get out of hands, but instead of accepting he was gay and moving on sanji did mental gymnastics and became super patronizing towards women. he owns several gastrorestaurants and a drag bar where he occasionally secretly performs.

chopper is a child prodigy studying medicine at 15 years old. he mostly hangs out around adults and he thinks that makes him very mature but since those adults are like. luffy and co. it doesn't really count. robin is his legal guardian and they live together with franky in a nice apartment on top of franky's mechanic shop. he hero-worships zoro but does nothing when usopp pulls pranks on him because he's a teenager and teenagers are like that.

robin was reverse indiana jones: she stole shit from museums and private collections and returned them to their original location. was wanted by the interpol for some time but now she lives peacefully under a fake identity as an archaeology uni professor. she and franky met at a brook concert when robin was trying to distract some cops and franky was super cool with some random hot chick suddenly kissing him to blend in. they kind of clicked and went back together to robin's hotel room and had the best sex of their lives and didn't saw each other for years. now they co parent chopper and she's her friends' emergency contact number.

franky is a rockabilly mechanic with customized prosthetics and immaculate dad vibes. after their spectacular one night stand robin lived rent free on his mind for YEARS until they reunited and now they're married. proud men get pegged activist. was on a gang as a teen and loves to bring it up as much as he can. he's in a dad rock band with brook and they're terrible even though brook is a professional musician.

brook was a soul superstar like 30 years ago but now he's barely remembered and he resents it. he met the group when he started buying weed from usopp and now he's in zoro's kendo class and has just joined jinbe's ocean protection association and whale saving club. he's recording a comeback album with franky's help but it's going terrible.

jinbe is everyone's grandpa even though he's younger than brook, but at least brook knows how to use emojis and pretends to understand memes. runs the multidisciplinary gym where luffy works and zoro and brook train. he's a dignified old man who teaches karate to little kids and always dresses in traditional clothes but he's also a surfer, met luffy in prison, was a mob boss AND an environmentalist extremist and once attempted assassination on a conservative politician.

vivi is the heir of a monarchy, studied political science and is doing her masters on international relations. she cultivates this nice rich girl persona but was involved in the scandal of the century a couple of years ago when someone leaked pics of insta famous libertarian influencer catburglarnami snorting coke off her ass in the vip room of some club. they haven't seen each other since then but nami still vaguetweets about her and vivi campaings for market regulation just to spite her. she still talks to luffy tho.

#one piece #one piece modern au #dont ask me to elaborate because i will #mine #sorry for the toxic namivivi i just think its really funny how they havent talked for years and still live rent free on each others minds #this is also zolu but they suffer a lot because they cant fuck at luffy's (ace and sabo can and will castrate zoro) or at zoro's +#+ (perona can and will play animecore screamo post pop punk music or whatever at top volume as soon as she hears zoro lock his door)#and also one-sided usosan because i think its really funny #like. usopp is this really hot soulful artsy rasta and his type is just. blond white people from conservative families #and also like. usopp sweetie. sanji is so deep in the closet its not even funny. u can do so much better than that #and usopp is like no i like that one <3 #and of course frobin as my emotional support mom and dad #i think its amazing how in a couple composed by a rockabilly amputee blue haired bike mechanic pegging lover dad and a (apparently) soft +#looking cardigan wearing pun loving academic responsible mom #the most dangerous (and fun) person is the second one #franky: yeah i was in a gang as a teen i was hard as shit and dangerous #robin who is still wanted by the interpol: thats nice dear #long post

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The Moss that Grew in Gloom

Chapter 7: Day One

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When you awoke, Zoro was on the mat in the corner, his back leaned against the wall. He was snoring softly, and you found yourself smiling at him and his disposition. He seemed so comfortable in his own skin; you had to admire that about him.

You shook the thoughts from your head and walked into your bathroom to prepare for the day. You weren’t supposed to be praising him. Cold as ice, just like your father. It was only three days. Once your father was back, Roronoa would fall back into line. It was better to call him Roronoa. It was less personal; it didn’t allow for any doors to be opened. It was better.

After having a few moments in the bathroom to center yourself, you felt prepared to take on the day.

That feeling immediately vanished when you opened the door and found Zoro beginning to wake from his sleep. You considered trying to silently dart out the door, but his eyes squinted open and those stormy eyes found yours instantly.

Cold as ice, just as your father. What would he say in this situation?

You stood a little taller and cleared your throat. “I suppose you didn’t even bother to try and return to your bedroom last night?”

Your words didn’t affect him at all. He simply let out a half smile. “I wanted to be here when you woke up so I could tell you.” His hand turned a dark metallic color. “Almost a full hour last night. I didn’t want to wake you. Figured you could use the rest.”

You bit back a smile. You were proud of him and his progress. But your father rarely let his emotions show, and you would only survive these next two days if you kept the distance he did.

You gave a sharp nod. “Very well. We can continue with the next steps after breakfast.”

The surprise in his face made your chest ache. But he quickly recovered, and so did you. You walked out of the room to head down to the dining room, not looking back to see if Zoro was following you.

As you got closer to the main level, the smell of bread, eggs, and bacon floated up the stairwell, making your stomach rumble.

“Can’t believe you’re hungry after last night,” Zoro joked as he quickly caught up to you. “I’m still stuffed.”

“I recommend you try to eat something,” you said cooly. “We will be out for a while today.”

“So you’re going to help me push haki into blades?”

You scowled, mimicking your father when you had asked him that same question years ago. “Not quite.”

You could feel Zoro’s irritation rise behind you. “I thought you said-”

“You will be practicing, but not with something so dangerous or precious as blades.”

You could feel his glare on you, but you didn’t look at him. You let the smell of food be your only guide.

The dining table was set lavishly, but only for three. Your father must’ve told Perona of his departure before he had left.

“Perona!” you gasped. “This is exquisite!”

She beamed at your words. “I figured we might as well go all out since that old meanie isn’t here right now!”

“You’ve certainly outdone yourself,” you complimented. “Did you pick those flowers from the gardens?”

“Sure did!”

There was a stark contrast between the pink flowers she had gathered and the black flowers, but you didn’t comment on it.

The food was well prepared, too. If you hadn’t known better, you would have assumed your father had made it.

“Mihawk has been teaching me how to cook,” Perona noted as you all continued to eat. “I never liked being in the kitchen, but Mihawk said-”

“If you can’t cook, you can’t live,” you finished with her, smiling to yourself.

Perona wasn’t so bad in small increments. She was kind and she cared about those around her, even if she didn’t always have the best way of showing it.

“It’s a good skill to have,” Zoro agreed. You could tell he was trying to find some way to be included in the conversation.

“One you should learn,” you retorted. “You can use your armament haki while doing the dishes as training. Perona, feel free to make the water as hot as you need to. I’m releasing Roronoa to your care for the morning.” You shot him a quick look, trying to look as disapproving as your father. “I expect an edible meal for lunch.”

Zoro’s eye twitched. “You said you would-”

“This is part of your training,” you said, cutting him off. “Do it, or you will get no further help from me.”

You left the dining table then, walking briskly and confidently up the stairwell. You needed some time away from him, time to clear your head. It was the only way you’d make it through these next few days.

You settled in your all-too-familiar chair and picked up a book. A sense of normality would help make you feel more like yourself and be able to guard against the whims of Roronoa Zoro.

It was almost lunchtime before a knock came at your door. You started for a moment, thinking your father may have come home early, but that wasn’t the secret knock he had created. Your eyes flicked back down to your book, trying your best to ignore it.

The person knocked again.

“Come in,” you said, letting out a loud sigh.

Zoro opened the door, his eyes instantly finding yours. It was so easy to melt under his gaze, but you stiffened instead.

You raised an eyebrow in question, as if you were being inconvenienced.

“I’m done helping Perona,” he said. “Little witch had the water temperature at scalding levels, by the way. Thanks for that.”

Your eyes returned to the book. They had to, or else they would linger on him for too long. “Did you use haki to shield yourself like I asked you to?”

He nodded, trying to hide a scowl. “And helped Perona to prepare lunch. It’s ready now.”

“I’ll be down in a moment.” Your eyes stayed on the page, but you could see him lingering in the doorway. “Go without me.”

He hesitated as though he was going to say something, but then decided against it and shut the door without another word.

You descended the stairs a few minutes later after finishing the chapter of your book to find Perona sitting alone at the table.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting here forever! What took you all so long? I sent Zoro up like ten minutes ago!”

Your brow furrowed as you looked around the room, finding it empty. “I sent Zoro back down here ten minutes ago.” Roronoa, you corrected yourself silently. You were supposed to refer to him at Roronoa.

Perona huffed in frustration. “He’s always getting himself lost in this castle. Why can’t he ever find his way!”

You shrugged. “He’ll join us when he figures it out.”

You had to be cold. It was necessary for survival. But still, a part of you softened in realizing that he had found his way to your room with ease, if Perona’s timeline was correct. Perhaps that is why he was so hesitant to leave.

He had known how to get to you. Your heart involuntarily skipped a beat. Perhaps you should go looking for him and help him find his way back to lunch. But that’s not what your father would do, so you remained at your seat and began to eat lunch.

“How was his help this morning?” You asked Perona, trying to remain indifferent.

“He was more hurt than help in the kitchen!” She groaned, covering her face with her hands at the memory. “I started making more dirty dishes than I needed to just to keep him away from the food.”

You smiled at that. Zoro didn’t seem like the kind who would be any help with cooking. Perhaps you could assign him kitchen duty again, this time focusing on cutting vegetables uniformly. That would certainly keep both of them out of your hair and at each other’s throats for the rest of the day.

As if your thoughts summoned him, Zoro raced down the stairs, huffing and out of breath.

He gave you a glare. “How big is this damn castle?!”

You shrugged, suppressing a smile. “Big enough for you to get lost in. Though I believe that could be done with a two-bedroom cottage.”

Zoro’s eye twitched, but Perona let out a howl of laughter, and that made the cheap shot worth it.

“Eat.” You motioned to his seat. “We have work to do after lunch.”

“Don’t want to put me on kitchen duty again?” He grumbled, but he did as he was told.

“Would you like to be put on kitchen duty, Roronoa?”

He looked over at you, shocked with the formality you had given him, and studied your face for a long time. You almost looked away, but you kept your gaze fixed on him, waiting for a response.

“Please no!’ Perona cried. “I swear it’s more of a punishment for me than it is for him!”

You ignored her, watching Zoro intensely, waiting for a response.

“Whatever training you want me to do, I’ll do it,” he finally said, breaking eye contact and digging into his lunch.

“Then we will train in the courtyard after lunch to give Perona some reprieve.” You gave the bubble-gum haired girl a wink, and she let out a huge sigh of relief.

Zoro shot you a look of confusion, pausing mid bite. “I thought we would train at-”

“The courtyard.” You finished for him, adding a sense of finality that you knew he would not challenge. You couldn’t leave the grounds anyway. It wasn’t safe with your father gone.

After a rather quiet lunch, you sent Zoro to the courtyard to start warming up while you retreated to the training room. You picked up a few stuffed animals and retreated out of the room. He was never going to do this. You could see him starting a fight the moment you walked out the door. He didn’t understand that there was a process. But you would stand your ground, just as your father had with you.

You took a deep breath and walked into the courtyard. Zoro had already managed to work up a sweat and lose his shirt. He didn’t bother to stop what he was doing, but his eyes glanced over to you.

And then down to the teddy bears you were holding.

“Are you planning on making those things into scary monsters that I have to fight?”

You resisted the urge to banter back. “They are for training.”

“Scary.” He finished up his final set or workouts and sheathed his swords. “Can I only cut them if I have haki infused into my blades?”

You set the bears down on the cobblestone patio. “I want you to infuse them with haki.”

His eyes narrowed. “Is this some kind of joke to you?”

You flexed your jaw, trying to swallow back any emotion. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

His eyes flashed with hurt, but just for a moment. “Why do I have to do this?”

You stared at him for a moment, as if the answer were obvious. Your father did that to people a lot, and it seemed to be effective in making them second guess themselves. “Blades are easily breakable. Bears are not. If you infuse too much or too little, the bear will not break into a million pieces. But by all means, Roronoa, if you think you can go straight to swords, I will not stop you.”

You turned and began to walk away. He reached for you, and you quickly dodged away from him, turning back with fire in your eyes.

But he had fire in his eyes as well. “It’s Zoro. I told you to call me Zoro.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line. “You are my pupil, and you will be addressed as such. Blurred lines don’t help anyone.”

He scoffed. “You can’t be serious. What has gotten into you?”

“Nothing has gotten into me,” you hissed back. “You came here to train. So train.”

“You said you would help!”

“I am.” You turned away. “You won’t leave this island with broken blades now. You’re welcome.”

You walked back into the castle without another word. You had hoped that maybe he would have stopped you, but he stood there stunned into silence.

You retreated into your room and sat back down in your chair. Distractions. You needed distractions. You pulled out your book, trying to ignore the fact that you had a clear line of sight to Zoro’s training, should you choose to look out your window. You were curious if he had taken the teddy bear advice, or if he had thrown your directive completely out and was trying his own method. You were too scared to look down and see.

You tried to read your book for an hour before you gave up. The words were swimming across the pages, your mind easily wandering out the door and down the hall to the courtyard. You should go check on him, see if there was any progress.

You probably had been too cruel to him. And while you had good reason, he had no idea why you were responding so coldly to him. Zoro hadn’t learned much at all when your father had given him instructions and left him alone. No, he flourished under your steady guidance and ability to recognize small victories. There were ways to be a good teacher and still keep yourself emotionally distant…wasn’t there?

You put your book down and walked down the stairs, glancing out the door to the courtyard before you took a step out.

It wasn’t pretty. One of the bears had been torn apart. You weren’t sure if his haki had done that, or his frustration. Stuffing laid strewn about the area as if you had gotten an early snow.

But Zoro was still there, trying his best to infuse the stuffed animal. He was failing miserably. But he was trying.

You silently opened the door and stepped outside. “Would you like some pointers now?”

“Depends.” He didn’t seem shocked to hear you. It was as if he knew you were coming. “Are you going to be an asshole about it?”

“Are you going to accept my help?” You shock back, instantly irritated.

One eye cracked open. You could tell he was fighting between an appropriate response and what he wanted to say.

“I will,” he said through gritted teeth. Appropriate response it was.

You sat down across from him. “Show me what you’ve been doing. And we’ll go from there.”

He bit back a response and closed his eyes, trying to focus. He was able to instantly shroud his hand in armament haki, but he gritted his teeth as he tried to force his haki into the bear. He was acting as if it were something to be conquered, rather than an extension of himself.

You supposed it would be hard to have him act that a teddy bear was an extension of himself without knowing that beforehand.

“I see,” you whispered. “You can stop now.”

He opened his eyes, looking at you with caution. You couldn’t blame him for being wary.

“Did the stuffing massacre happen from an attempt at haki or were you just frustrated?”

His lips quirked up at your joke. You started to grin back, but stopped yourself. This had to be professional.

“The haki tore his head off,” he said. “I did the rest. It was the closest I got to a success.”

It wasn’t very close at all, but you didn’t comment on that.

He looked at you skeptically. “Can this actually be done, or did I do something to piss you off?”

You took the bear from his hands and pushed haki into it. The brown fur instantly became metallic black, and you looked at him expectantly.

“Got it,” he grumbled. “What am I doing wrong?”

“We’ll do that tomorrow.” You knew what you had to do to help him, and you weren’t prepared for that yet.

“You said-”

“I need time,” you admitted, showing a shred of vulnerability. “I don’t have the reserves to help you today. Let me build it up and we can work tomorrow. Together.”

His hard face softened at your words, as if he could sense a small piece of your wall being peeled away. “How should we train now?”

“Relax,” you said. “Prepare mentally and build your reserves. With any luck, we’ll last until lunch time.”

His brow furrowed. “What exactly are you planning?”

You gave him a small smile. “A training exercise on the act of extending your haki. That’s all.”

“You say it so devilish, I’m almost nervous.”

You let out a laugh. “You should be.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Your face was neutral, but you knew he could see the mischief dancing in your eyes. “Only if you want it to be, Roronoa.”

It was too easy to fall into this with him. The easy jokes and quick banter was practically second nature with him, even though you had only known each other a few weeks. But the spark went out of his eyes at your last word. His name.

“Call me Zoro.”

“It’s easier if I don’t.” Ice flooded through your veins. You had gotten too casual again.

“Everyone calls me Zoro,” he argued.

You picked up the stuffed toys that were still intact instead of responding. “Tell Perona I’ll take dinner in my room tonight.”

“What? We eat together.” You could hear the frustration in his voice.

“I need to concentrate tonight. Unless you want one of us to end up like your stuffed friend over there.” It was partially the truth. You did need to concentrate and build up resistance to the possibility of an influx of haki. But you could do that anywhere. It was an excuse to be alone.

“Fine.” He let you walk away again, but this time you were relieved.

As you hid in your room, you could hear Zoro and Perona fighting downstairs, but you refused to go investigate. It wasn’t until hours later that there came a knock on your door. Zoro.

“Dinner.” He opened the door and brought in a tray of food.

“Leave it on the table.” You kept your eyes closed, still focusing on building up energy.

“Figured we could eat together,” Zoro said.

Your eyes snapped open and you glared at him, irritated that he broke your concentration. “I need to be alone.”

“No you don’t.” He had that smug look on his face, as if he was capable of seeing right through you. “You can eat with me for twenty minutes.”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and resettling. “Go away, Roronoa.”

“You watched me struggle,” he mused. You could hear the creak of your bed, and you bristled at the thought of him being near your things. “I feel like I should get the option to sit and watch you.”

“Get out,” you growled. “You’re distracting me.”

He let out a chuckle. “Now you know what it’s like.”

“Roronoa-”

“Come eat with me, then I’ll leave.”

You didn’t move.

Neither did he.

You tried to focus; tried to build your energy. But it was distracting having him in here. You could feel his presence, normally so serious and stoic, almost amused now as he watched you.

“Do you mind?” You snapped, finally opening an eye.

“I think what’s distracting you is hunger, actually. Let’s eat.”

“Please, Roronoa,” you whispered. “Please leave.”

You locked eyes with him. A battle of the wills. But you were begging, not challenging. If you had dinner with him alone again…who knew where that would end up. You could see from the corner of your eye he had brought wine too. You definitely couldn’t sit with him and have dinner and wine in your room.

“You really want me to go?” His voice was soft, and you felt a pull in your core.

You nodded, knowing your voice would betray you. You wanted nothing more than to be close to him. Which is exactly why you had to stay far away.

He could see the pleading in your eyes, and he relented. He got up from your bed with a sigh and grabbed one of the trays-his tray.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Early.”

You nodded, though you knew he didn’t see you respond. He was already closing the door. You grabbed the food and nibbled at it, not having an appetite. He had left the wine, but you resisted opening it. You needed a clear head.

Only when you crawled into bed did you notice it. A red rose, lying on your nightstand. Perona only picked flowers of the pink and black variety. Zoro must have set it down before he left.

Surely all pupils brought flowers to their teachers, didn’t they?

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nakunakunomi · 4 years

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Hii,i really like you’re Writing and if it’s possible can i request a headcanon with the monster trio where they meet after 2 years with their shy girlfriend but now she is super confident and sexier. She had matured a lot in the time skip both Physically and mentally Ps you have to write more for Ace pls i live for him good luck and thank you🧡

Hiya anon! First of all: thank you! Ever since this request I've written a little more Ace (I, too, live for him and his freckled face that I just want to smooch)! That being said, if you want more Ace, you need only request! 🙈 (once the box is open again.. which is gonna be soon). Anyhow, this RQ is about the monster trio that I love and live for as well 😭👌🏻 Enjoy!

Monster Trio and an s/o who’s had a glow-up over the time skip

Sanji

Get this man some tissues because there will be blood.

Out of all three, Sanji is the one who notices your physical glow-up most.

And god, he loves you for who you are as a person, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't falling for you all over again.

And now that you're more confident, very well aware of your renewed sex appeal, you're definitely making good use of that to flirt with him a bit.

He's nearly fainting. He wants to shower you in all the compliments, say all the things he's been saving up in his head for 2 years. All the romantic poems he's come up with, all the compliments, all the affirmations, he can just feel them leaking out of his ears, stumbling over his words as he only can gasp and stutter out your name, ears and face redder than the little stream of blood that is now trickling out of his nose.

Once he finds his words again, they all come out together. How he's missed you, how he's missed holding you, kissing you, how he hopes you've missed him as well, and just how damn great you look.

You cannot help but take it all in with a grin, telling him about the many things you've learned, playfully teasing and touching him as you tell him about your two years.

He does his absolute best to listen, but he's so distracted, still absolutely flabbergasted that his sweet, shy y/n changed so much and grew into this confident playful lady that he's still lucky to call his.

Zoro

Zoro notices your new appearance right away but isn’t too sure to comment on it.

Poor guy has never really been a flirt, and it had taken ages for the two of you to start a relationship, with the two of you getting flustered the very moment anything even remotely intimate happened.

He eventually gets out one flirty/snarky compliment, but the way you reply, with newfound confidence, turns his cheeks, nose, and ears all red.

You cannot help but giggle at the prospect of getting him flustered more often.

He’s trying to change the subject a few times, but every time he starts a sentence both his eyes and his mind drift off. It’s hilarious.

With your new strength, you can now help him train as well, which goes all right for about 4 times before you overdo it with the slightly suggestive movements and Zoro suggests he should probably train by himself.

Flusteredness aside, Zoro is super proud of you. He feels like he has to worry less whenever the group gets separated.

He had been thinking about the whole crew while on Kuraigana with Mihawk and Perona and he hoped everybody had trained properly to face the dangers of the new world.

He’s glad that you had taken it seriously too, and he can’t wait to kick some ass together with you.

Luffy

You had always been shy. But never weak. Luffy did not like weak people. He didn't mind that you didn't speak up much before, other people on the crew are more of the silent types too.

Luffy doesn’t really care for looks, barely noticing the glow up in terms of your physique, but noting that you look so much stronger and powerful, mostly due to your now way more confident posture.

It’s the first thing he comments on, well, as soon as he lets you go from his typical jump-hug. He’s so happy to see you again.

When you grin and comment on how he’s grown, he starts to notice just how much more confident you look, how much prouder you stand, and he cannot help but laugh.

“shishishi y/n, you really have become a stronger lady over the break! Looking forward to seeing all the new things you can do! Let’s go kick the new world’s asses”

He wants to hear all your stories of how you trained, like he wants to hear the whole crew’s stories, but you, as his girlfriend are just a teeeeeeny bit more important to listen to.

“oi y/n, now that you’re bigger and stronger, we can eat more together too right?”

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gildedmuse · 3 years

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Perona & Zoro: The Best Least Competent Team Ever

Thank goodness you called out those Hollows for extra help, Perona.

Love how proud of himself Zoro is for recognizing (a very different) castle as being the same one he just came for. This boy's sense of direction is so bad it BROKE PERONA'S INTANGIBILITY! Damn, Zoro, have you been able to ruin devil fruit effects this whole time? You should definitely do that more often.

Yeah, you're an absolute ghost angel, Perona. I mean, it's not like you're just going to use him, you're going to do it wisely.

Except the second he asks a question she totally breaks down on any of that. It's cause they're siblings guys. You ever promise yourself you're going to be patient with a younger sibling and then they destroy your favorite book by coloring in it? Zoro is coloring in her book right now.

Okay, now he's just doing this shit on purpose.

The flying isn't the problem, babe. The problem has green hair, three swords, and no sense of direction.

The problem is you.

Deep in the middle of a forest, "This tree looks familiar."

"Shut up!" You know what, Perona is in the right here. I'd get sick of talking to if I had to explain why every single rock on an island is not the same damn rock.

"Yo, I better go and check that out. Someone else could have been Kumatied here and it's my civic duty to make sure they're not injured."

"JK, you're annoying and not as cute as I originally believed. Good luck finding your way out of these woods. Oh, that's right, you can't."

"Perona Out!"

Zoro: Yo, where you been?

Perona: I don't want to seem paranoid here, you might be some kind of witch demon. And not one of the cute ones.

#The misadventures of The pirate & The princess #how could you leave them alone mihawk?#they are children #they require supervision!#pink and green #goth fam #summit war #marineford arc #lost in the woods #does that tree look familar to you?#Perona Out!#one piece #roronoa zoro #my perona #poor perona #one piece perona #zoro's sense of direction and/or fashion #kuraigana island

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silenceofthecookies · 4 years

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Can I see hcs for Hancock, Koala and Perona with an adopted child that was previously a slave to the world nobles? The kid is very traumatized from the experience, and is very quiet, fearful and suffers frequent nightmares and breakdowns, and prefer to stick with their adoptive mother. (Also, question: if you do this, can I request it again later with different characters? It's a cute motherly idea I wanna see more of, y'know?)

Hi anon! I love the idea of motherly characters in one piece, and I had a lot of fun writing this ❤ Now that this one is finished, you’re more than welcome to send in a new request. I hope it’s what you expected, enjoy reading! ❤

Hancock

The moment Hancock saw the little child, and the mark on their body, she couldn’t leave them there. She knew what would have happened to herself if Fisher Tiger hadn’t shown up, and now it was her time.

Once they arrive back on Amazon Lilly, Hancock announces that the child she brought in bears the same curse as her and her sisters, and that the other women should treat them the same as they treat her and her sisters, as she would adopt them as her own child.

Hancock officially adopts the child, clothes them in the most beautiful clothes she can find, and tries her very best to raise the child. The hardest part is the fear. After all, she still isn’t completely over her own fear. However, she wants the child to be as confident and proud as she is. Terrible past or not, words can win you half the battle if you play it right. And the more confident you are, the less likely you’ll be to be a target, in her opinion.

Obviously combat training is part of the process as well. Auntie Sandersonia and auntie Marigold will gladly help Hancock train the child, so they’ll be able to protect themselves from there on. The child will definitely stick with Hancock more though, as she’s their mother.

Hancock would also change her own habits around the child, and demand that other people do the same, at least until they feel better. She doesn’t raise her voice, she’s wary of raised hands around the child… anything that could remind them of their terrible past.

Nightmares? No problem. Hancock will gladly take the child into her own bed, and hold them through the rest of night, hoping her presence will make them feel a little safer.

Obviously the child would bathe with Hancock and her sisters as well, nobody gets to see their back. Nobody apart from her and her sisters gets to know their past. Nobody needs to know. They’re no longer a slave, and they shouldn’t be associated with it anymore.

Koala

When she found out there was a slave on the ship she raided with the revolutionary army, Koala didn’t hesitate for a second to search the kid out and take them under her wing. The other members of the revolutionary army didn’t think it was a good idea to have a child around, but they never stopped Koala from adopting the kid.

Koala will do her very best to be the nicest mom to her new child. She’s always gentle with them, knowing what the child has been through. She will let the child sleep with her for as long as is needed, until their can deal with the nightmares themselves, or until they don’t want to anymore.

Once the child is getting used to their new surroundings, and all the crazy uncles and aunties, Koala will tell them that she was once the same as them. They don’t have to clean here, and they can cry. All they need to do is be happy. And if they’re not happy, she’ll be there to help them, to support them and to love them.

Knowing full well she can’t just tell the child to stop cleaning, Koala will clean together with them. That way she’ll show them that she isn’t their master, and she’ll take the opportunity to bond a little with them as well.

Any time the child is suffering from their trauma, Koala will be there to make them feel better. She will assure them that she will never let them go through that again, and that she’s working hard to end slavery all together with the revolutionary army.

Because of how sweet and caring she is, the child may be comfortable with calling her mom. She will cry her eyes out the first time she hears it, causing the child to panic, thinking they did something bad. She’ll pull the child in a tight hug, and assure them for hours on end that it’s ok to call her that, and that she’s so happy and honoured to be called mom.

Perona

Contrary to Hancock and Koala, Perona was is not a former slave, and has not had any contact with them before. This caused her to have a bit of a struggle when she took the child in. She did not know how deep the trauma and distrust lied, nor does she know very well how to deal with it.

That’s not stopping her though. She took this child in, and he’d be damned if she abandons them now. She didn’t have parents as a child either, and was alone until Moria took her in. She would not give this child the hope of a safe place, and a family, only to take it away because they were too much for her to handle.

One of her main changes towards the child will be speaking in a soft voice. She’s aware her voice, and mostly her laugh, can be quite loud and obnoxious, and he has noticed that it scares the child on some bad days.

Perona wouldn’t be Perona if she didn’t like cute stuff. You bet she will get the child a whole wardrobe of cute clothes to match her. When dressing them, she will shower them in compliments and affection.

If they’re staying at Kuraigana Island, the child will be around Perona 24/7 because they’re terrified of Mihawk. His eyes are scary to them, and the way he talks, walks and dressed reminds them of nobles. She doesn’t mind the child sticking to her at all, but does try to get them to get used to Mihawk a bit. He’s not a bad person, after all.

Once the child is comfortable around Perona, she’ll be like a mother and a best friend in one. She’ll take care of them and raise them to the best of her abilities, but she’ll also be there for all the crazy and fun stuff. Moria never did that for her, which caused her to have to play a lone a lot as a kid. She never wants her child to have to feel like that.

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