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jellyclogs · 2 months

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Hello, is everything ok? You could do some Perospero headcanons with a girl her age, they have really liked each other since they were children, but they grew up far from each other and now they have found each other again

hay sorry it took me so long to answer you. I've been having major writer's block. I know this isn't exactly what you asked for but I hope you still enjoy it :D

trigger warnings: none pure fluff

pronouns She/her

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I couldn't want anything more

Perospero’s breath caught in his throat, as he read over the newspaper. In big bold letters right at the top read, World Famous Pastry chef Coming to Totto Land. the picture next to it showed the face of a smiling woman in a chef’s outfit. Shed aged but he knew for certain it had to be (y/n) (l/n), and she was coming back to totto land. He couldn't help but smile.

He hadn't seen her in decades. He closed his eyes, he could still see her face, still hear her laugh, even after all this time shed never truly let the memory of her fade. His thoughts traveled to the last time he'd seen her. He was in his twenties, Hed stood on the docs waving her goodbye. Though it broke his heart he’d told her to go, encouraged her to follow her passions. Take the internship. He loved her. He loved her so much. That's why he had let her leave him. He felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. God he wished she had chosen to stay. Chose him.

“What’s got you so upset?” Oven asked his brother.

“(y/n)’s coming back,” Prospero answered wiping the tears from his eyes, a grin forming on his lips. How had life treated her? What stories would she have to tell him?

“That floozie?” oven snorted. He remembered how Perospero had locked himself away for weeks after she’d left. He could never forgive that woman for hurting his brother like she had.

“Oh don't call her that.” Pereospero huffed rolling his eyes. Running a hand through his long hair, “It's not like she ran off chasing some man. She was following her dreams.”

Oven rolled his eyes, “she turned her back on you, and the family doesn't matter what it was for.”

“I told her to go,” Perospero answered with a roll of his eyes. “Hardly call that her turning her back on us.”

“Dosen't matter, but she aged like milk anyway, you can do better.” Oven grunted.

Perospero laughed studying the image of (y/n)’s smiling face, “no she's aged like a fine wine.” he said as he showed oven the picture, “like an expensive vintage.”

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It had taken decades, but finally, she could come home. She was now a chef and baker worthy of being among the ranks of Lin Lin’s kitchen. That was half the reason she’d run off to study under the finest chefs and bakers. The other half was a mix of wanting to be someone Perospero could be proud of and a love of the craft. She had never been anything other than a street rat when he’d known her but still, he had loved her.

She closed her eyes and pictured his face, not the one on his wanted posters, but the one she had held and kissed. His warm chocolate eyes, the way the corner of his eyes and the bridge of his nose crinkled when he laughed. He had always believed in her. So many times she had closed her eyes and remembered nothing but the whispered encouragements he’d told her thinking she was asleep. Those words were what kept her going.

She knew she had no right to his heart anymore. She wasn't insane. She would always love the man who had done everything to let her spread her wings and fly. But who knows if he was still that man. All she wanted was to tell him in person how thankful she was for all he’d done for her. She hoped he had lived a wonderful life. Found another love. Maby he had even had children. That thought made a smile stretch across her lips.

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(y/n) stood in her new bakery, right on Whole Cake Island. It was empty. But looking around it she knew it was the perfect place to live the rest of her life. She could picture the tables and lovely decorations, she knew she'd have navy blue curtains with polka dots. This would be her home.

“You still get lost in your head.” a soft chuckle broke (y/n) from her thoughts.

She spun around to see the one person she'd been both terrified and utterly over the moon to see. The shocked look on her face melted into a smile, “It's still a maze up hear.” she jokingly knocked on her head, “Actuly might be an even worse of a maze now.”

Perospero laughed, she really had aged well. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were deep, showing she’d spent quite a lot of time smiling, and she had some sun spots on her skin but it only made her look refined. Her once vibrant (h/c) hair now had steeks of gray in it. “I'd be shocked to find your mind as anything less than a maze.” he paused a moment. Lost in the moment. Hed expected it to feel more awkward but it felt natural, “So the world-famous, (Y/n) (l/n) has made the decision to open up shop on little old Whole Cake island?”

“Lin Lin was thrilled to have me open up here.” (y/n) paused before murmuring under her breath, “Old bat didn't even recognize me. Like shed whipped the memory of me being glued to your side for almost 7 years”

Prosper snorted, “Now, now, be nice to my mother.” he chided.

“Ma’am’s boy,” Mel jeered.

The pair looked at each other for a long moment. Then they both laughed, laughed like they were back in their twenties. Yes, so much time had passed but they were largely the same people they had been.

“So tell me did you find yourself a pretty little wife or did your dear old mom marry you off for political gain?” (y/n) asked as she regained a bit of composure.

“I never did get married,” Perospero answered. He did not want to hold his breath in hoping she might say the same thing, “After you left my positions in the big mom pirates really grew. And when you work with your family there is no healthy work-life balance.” he paused, “So, when do I get to meet the man that managed to steel your heart?” he asked trying his best to sound playful.

“I've had a fling or two but never did I find someone I clicked with like I did you,” (y/n) answered stepping closer to him.

Silence filled the air. The possibility of what could have been hanging heavy. What their lives might have been if (y/n) had stayed.

“Do you ever regret your choice?” Prospero asked his throat feeling dry.

(y/n) closed the space between them taking his hands into hers. She looked deep into his eyes, the same chocolate eyes that could see straight threw her, “I wanted to be someone you could be proud to call yours. I thought when id left it would be only a few years. Then I'd come back and be someone you could have been proud to have at your side.”

Perospero squeezed her hands, “I was always proud to call you mine.”

“I think back to that day. Think about what we would have been if I'd never gotten on that ship. And every time the daydream ends up having a bad ending. If i’d stayed and became your wife. No matter how much we loved each other, your family would have always gotten in the way.” the way (y/n) spoke made it clear that this was a lie she’d convinced herself of—a lie to comfort her.

Perospero wanted to bite back and tell her she was wrong but he could see it in her eyes, she needed that to be true. She needed the lie to be true so she didn't regret the life she had led, “what about now?” he asked in a soft whisper, “if we had a relationship now how might that end?”

Mel chuckled, “Only one way to find out” She looked down at her feet, “If you want to give it a try that is?”

Just like that Perospero could feel his pulse in his ears, even after 30 years she could still make his heart race. He swept her off her feet kissing her, “I couldn't want anything more.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #x y/n #comfort #one piece fanfiction #x you #one piece perospero #perospero x reader #perospero #charlotte perospero #one piece fluff #perospero x you #perospero x y/n #this man would be so soft to his s/o

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jellyclogs · 4 months

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Hydrapple is 10/10 design.

#pokemon #fan art

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jellyclogs · 5 months

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Hello hope your doing well, just wanted to ask if you have any rules before requesting ?

Not really. I do both NSFW and SFW. Just be polite.

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jellyclogs · 5 months

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hi, brooke here! <3

could i request ace helping the reader, who is having a migraine? I'm currently struggling with one myself and that would be much comfort!

feel free to be as creative as you'd like 🐝✨

not gonna lie I didn't see this ask till yesterday sorry about not replying sooner. and as some one who deals with chronic migraines, I'm sorry you've been going through it. I hope they have been getting better and I hope you enjoy the story.

Word count 1.3k

trigger warnings: Migraine, cussing, mentions of panic attacks

A Migraine

I could feel it since this morning. Just a dull ache in the back of my head. I knew it was only a matter of time before a migraine decided to strike me. I managed to get through my normal daily chores before my vision began to blur. The only reason id been able to complete my chores was because it was all muscle memory. If id had to put any real thought into it I'd be more than a little lost. I couldn't focus on anything and my thoughts were flowing like syrup through frozen pipes.

I stepped away from the laundry and closed my eyes. Yeah even with the excessive amounts of ibuprofen and acetaminophen I had taken I needed to go lay down. I turned to Banshee, she had been the only other female on the spades with me. After Pops just kinda claimed Ace as one of his we followed Ace to the whitebeard pirates. “I'm sorry to leave you when we still have work to do but if I don't go lay down I think my brain might selfdistrict.”

Banshee turned to me, “Sweetheart it's not a problem. You've looked like shit all morning I was wondering when you'd tap out.” she smiled at me. “But didn't think asking why you look like a walking corpse would help nun.” we’d been crew members for years, she knew my struggles with migraines. “Plus it's not like this is a hangover and you did it to yourself,” she added.

“Yeah nope, definitely not a hangover, and by god I feel like one.” I gave her a pathetic smile, “But still, I owe you one.” I turned to walk to the door my hand on the wall as I walked. My head was spinning. Though I knew could handle a little tumble I didn't see the need to worry the crew.

“Don't worry about it. And do you want me to walk you back to your dorm? How steady are you on your feet?” she asked in a motherly tone.

“I'll be fine But thanks Banshee.” I waved her by as I left the room. I didn't need to take her away from the work that was left.

I picked my way threw the ship trying to avoid the louder parts. Sadly my room was right next to the mess hall, no matter what time it was the mess hall was always packed full and loud enough to make the floor boards of the ship shake. I winced knowing I'd have to walk past the mess hall's doors to get to my room. The noise would be loud enough to take my balance completely away and my vision would be fucked. I braced myself for a moment, checking one last time if the way was clear before, closing my eyes, and rushing to pass the doors.

I slammed straight into someone. Someone who was much steadier on their feet. Before I was sent to the floor a set of hands grabbed my shoulders and stopped me from falling. “You ok?” Ace called over the noise of the mess hall. His grip on my shoulders was firm but not harsh.

My hands came to cling onto his arms. The noise was overwhelming, like I'd thought My balance was gone and my vision went with it. I couldn't quite manage to speak so I just shook my head no. I wasn't hurt but I definitely wasn't ok.

Ace pulled me over to my room’s door. Helping me inside, “Is this a panic attack or a migraine?” he asked in a soft calming voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but smile at the question. Seeing as my head was a box of fucked up, and either were possible (plus both could take my speech away) it was a reasonable question.

I took a moment to take a deep breath and take in the quiet of my room, “Migraine.” I croaked out. With the blare of the mess hall gone some of my brain power was coming back.

“Have you taken anything for it?” he asked sounding slightly relieved. I don't blame him. Migraines were easier to deal with than panic attacks. He helped me over to my bed helping me sit down.

“More than Marco would be happy with,” I joked, giving him a smile hoping it would calm him down slightly. I could feel the way his heart was racing well he was holding me. Ace was good at keeping a calm face when he was panicked, but his heart always gave him away. With his tough exterior, it might surprise people how much of a softy he is when it comes to his crew. He feels helpless and panicky when the people he cares about are hurt.

“Ok since I'm not a doctor I won't scold you for that,” he sighed but I could hear the smile in his voice. He was calming down now that he knew what was wrong and how to help, “how about water?” he asked walking over to my curtains and drawing them close.

“I could use a glass.” I shifted from sitting on my bed to lying down. If it were anyone else I might have just said I was fine, but with Ace I couldn't. With ace, I knew he’d feel better if he was helping.

“Well then ill be back.” he paused at the doorway looking over his shoulder, “Have you eaten?” he asked.

“Yes I have,” I answered my voice muffled, I had a pillow over my face to block out more light. Not that I was looking but I could feel the questioning look he was giving me, “I had breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and orange juice… not lying, promises.” I grumbled.

“Just checking.” he chuckled, and then I heard the door open and close. A few moments later I heard the door open again. Then there were footsteps crossing my room and someone sitting down on the edge of my bed. “You gonna sit up or just spill water all over yourself?” Ace asked in a slightly teasing tone.

“Sit up,” I mumbled sitting up and leaning my head against one of his shoulders.

“Good.” he brought a cup of water to my lips. He let me grab hold of the water cup before letting go. If I was feeling less shitty I might have enjoyed how close he was to me. He waited for me to finish drinking the water before asking, “You want heat or ice on the back of your neck?”

“Heat.” some heat on the back of my neck would definitely help. It would soothe my shoulders and hopefully convince my brain to calm down some. I wondered if he'd grabbed both an ice pack and a hot water bottle.

“You got it sunshine,” I could hear mischief in his voice but I wasn't sure why. Ace wasn't the type to mess with someone if they weren’t in good shape. Before I could ask what he had up his sleeve he was lying down in my bed with me, his arm my new pillow.

For a moment I just froze then I decided, fuck it. I shifted slightly to get comfortable. I was about to bitch that his arm wasn't going to be hot enough when I realized it was. “Guess this is one way to use your devil fruit.” I hummed.

“You want me to get you something else?” he asked in a soft hum. I could feel the hum reverberate in his chest, it was a pleasant sensation.

“Think you can stay here for a while?” I asked almost meekly. If I was being honest with myself it felt really nice to be cuddled up to Ace.

“Yeah I can stay here as long as you need me to,” he replied snuggling into me a little bit.

“Then no I don't want something else,” I closed my eyes, ready for a nap.

“You got it,” Ace answered letting me fall asleep on his arm.

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jellyclogs · 6 months

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idk but this lil guy is vibing. needed a clown ref and found this. tbh I wanna give him head pats. he's just vibing

#clown #reference #art ref #lil guy

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jellyclogs · 7 months

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op men reacting to you saying my uterus is trying to kill me.

quick definition because I'm not sure how common of a fraze it is:

zerbert definition: when you press your lips against someone's skin and blow making a funny noise. It is also referred to as blowing raspberry.

trigger warnings: melodrama, periods

Law:

(Y/n) was lying on Law's bed. She had not left his bed all day. He knew she was on her period and didn't mind letting her take it easy. He knew just how hard her period was on her.

He walked back into his room to check on her. He carried a sandwich a glass of water and a bottle of midiol. He was fine being her nurse for the time being.

(Y/n) was cuddled up to a pillow, a heating pad pressed to her stomach right over where her uterus was, " Law it's doing it again." She whined in a rather pathetic voice.

Law quirked a brow, " what." He asked in a soft understanding tone but it was clear his patience was running thin. He didn't have the best bedside manner.

"It's trying to kill me." (Y/n) whimpered.

Law tried hard not to groan. He loved Mel but she was being a drama queen. She was normally so tough he didn't get what about her period turned her into such a crybaby. He bit his tongue taking a deep breath, “You’ll make it, I'm sure you're not dieing.” he was trying not to sound annoyed and he was failing.

“I know I'll make it but it's really trying to kill me. But my uterus is still trying to commit a mutiny against the rest of my body.” (y/n) sat up she had a cute little pout on her face.

Law bit his lip, She was being so pathetic. “Eat this take some Midol and drink this entire glass of water,” Law said in a bit of a huff. “I have to get back to work, if you need anything call for me.” law kissed her cheek. She was being a crybaby drama queen but she was his crybaby drama queen.

Zoro:

(y/n) was sat in Zoro’s lap. She always got more cuddly on her period. Zoro didn't mind in the slightest. He liked it when he got to hold her. When she was in his arms he knew she was completely safe.

“My Uterus is trying to kill me.” (y/n) whimpered, burying her face in Zoro’s neck.

“That so?” Zoro asked amused. It was kind of cute how over-dramatic she could be.

“Yeah, it is.” not that Zoro could see but (Y/n) was pouting.

“Well, I'll avenge you if it succeeds.” Zoro gave her a gentle squeeze.

(y/n) couldn't help but smile, “Good.” she giggled.

“Theirs that dumb laugh I love.” zoro squeezed her tighter to his chest. He knew (y/n)’s period could be really hellish for her. He always did his best to get a smile or a laugh out of her when she was like this.

(y/n) let out a little snort, “My laugh is adorable.” she gently hit his chest.

“Yeah, adorably dumb.” Zoro bew a zerbert on (Y/n)’s neck.

(y/n) let out a full belly laugh, “Zoro!” she laughed out. Hitting his chest a little harder.

Shanks

Shanks looked at his adorable little (Y/n). She was sprawled out on his bed, her hair sopping wet dressed in little more than one of his shirts. She’d just gotten out of her second bath of the day, “so are you feeling particularly dirty or just feel like wasting water?” shanks asked playfully.

(y/n) shot him an annoyed glare, “My uterus is trying to kill me, and only boiling myself helps.” she pouted.

Shanks bit his lip before laughing. “Boiling yourself?” he asked shaking his head.

“It's a fight against my uterus’s mutiny against the rest of my body.” (y/n) huffed.

Shanks adored (y/n). He absolutely loved his lovely little girlfriend but dam it she could be melodramatic about her period. He'd be annoyed by it if she wasn't so funny with how she expressed her pain. He knew dam well she was fully aware of how dramatic she was being. She acted like this because it helped her put up with the pain she was going through. “You're too cute sometimes you know that right?”

“You weren't born with the curse of having a uterus you don't get to call me cute.” (Y/n) huffed.

“Well I could get your uterus to leave you alone for nine months.” shanks joked. Crawling into bed with his adorable girl.

“Like I wouldn't be even more whinny if I was pregnant.” she groaned cuddling up to her lover.

“Yeah, but your melodrama is cute I'd put up with it.” shanks hummed.

“I already have two masses of useless flesh on my chest, I don't need a parasite in my stomach too.” (y/n) snorted.

Shanks let out a hearty laugh, “Well I don't think your boobs are just useless masses of flesh, I like them.” shanks teased

“Then you carry them around.”

Shanks held her to his chest and ran his fingers through her wet hair, “no I think I like them where they are.”

(y/n) just let out an amused chuckle. She was glad that Shanks didn't mind playing along with her melodramatic self. She felt slightly better being held to his chest.

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jellyclogs · 8 months

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how op men react to you calling them darling prt.2

characters: Zoro, Sabo, Sanji, Marco, Buggy

y/n has she/her pronouns

Zoro:

“Excuse me?” Zoro laughed.

Your face was suddenly on fire. You hadn't meant to call him darling. You had meant to just ask, “Have you eaten.” you repeated. He looked way too much like the leading man in the romance novel you were reading. It wasn't your fault you called him darling it was the dam books.

“You're missing a part,” Zoro smirked, he was enjoying how flustered you were, it was pretty dang cute.

“Did you eat or not?” you huffed crossing your arms.

“Yeah I did,” he shot you a teasing look, “Darling.”

You thought your face was on fire before… well now it really had to be. You turned and rushed away from him. You might burst into flames from the intensity of your embarrassment. You were going to burn that novel.

“Something wrong darling?” he called after you in a laugh.

Sabo

“Hay Darling could you pass me those papers,” you called to the blond as he was passing your desk painting to a stack of paper across the room from you. You were so engrossed in your work that you hadn't even realized what you'd said.

Sabo froze, a smile coming to dance across his lips, “No problem sweetheart,” he said without skipping a beat. He grabbed the stack of paper before setting them on your desk.

You glanced up at him a puzzled look on your face, “Sweetheart?” you hummed, “What with the pet name Sabo?” you quirked a brow

Sabo’s smile grew, “You're the one who started it.” he wished he could snap a picture of the look you had on your face, it was priceless.

You tilted your head to the side. It took an almost embarrassingly long time for you to relize what you had said to him. You bit your lip before smiling, “I guess your right darling. I did start this,” you purred.

Sabo's face flushed, “Don't use that voice on me, sweetheart,” he leaned down resting his hands on your desk, “and don't start a game you can't win.” his voice had dropped an octave, it was now low and sultry.

“I'm not sure what game you're referring to darling,” you leaned forward laying on the seductive tone even harder, “But if I did I'm sure I'd win.”

Sobo leaned even closer, his eyes were very intense, “Come on sweetheart, you know you'd lose.”

Before the game you two were playing cold get out of hand Kola stepped in. She slapped the back of both of your heads hissing, “Oh cut it out both of you.” she shook her head, a small smile on her lips.

Sanji:

You smiled to yourself as you baked. You were in the process of making marbled brownies. You made a dark chocolate batter followed by a pumpkin batter before swirling them together. You popped your creation into the oven before beginning to clean up your mess. It was currently 1:30 a.m., so you knew you had plenty of time to leave it spotless. Sanji would not wake up till 5 am

You knew that using the kitchen without Sanji's approval could be a dangerous game but you just had to. You would ask Sanji to forgive you later. There was no way you could ask him to use the kitchen not when you were trying to surprise him. You were making him a birthday treat.

You spent the 40 minutes it took for the brownies to bake to clean the kitchen till the floor sparkled. You pulled the pan of brownies out of the oven, they were perfectly baked nice crunchy corners and an ooey gooey center. You were no professional but you could bake like one.

You set the brownies on the counter along with a box of expensive black tea you bought him from a few islands ago. You spent the next ten minutes debating whether or not you'd leave a note. Finally, you gave in to yourself and left a note. “Happy birthday darling,” you wrote out in your nicest handwriting before singing it in the bottom right corner.

Glancing at the clock you read the time was 2:25 am. You skittered out of the kitchen and headed to bead. You sent a silent prayer to whatever god was listening Luffy wouldn't get hungry for a snack before Sanji woke up.

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Sanji got out of bed at Five a.m. sharp. It may have been his birthday but he would not skip out on his job. He was the ship's cook and he'd be damned if he didn't cook them a proper breakfast. His birthday would be mad special when he saw the look of delight on Nami’s, Robins's, and (y/n)’s faces when they ate the breakfast he made.

He pulled on clean clothes before heading to the kitchen. He needed a cup of nice strong black tea to wake him up. He almost slipped into his normal routine till his eyes landed on a pan on the counter. He rushed over to it wondering which member of the crew had left him a dirty dish to deal with.

He stopped in front of the pan when he saw it was full, someone had made brownies he felt confused. He then noticed the box of tea next to it. The tea looked expensive. He picked it up and read over the container. He realized it was a tea that he'd put back after he realized he didn't have the budget for it a few islands ago. His eyes finally landed on the little slip of paper resting on the top of the brownies.

“Happy Birthday Darling” he read glancing down to the signature. He felt his heart raced as he read (y/n)’s name. When had she had the time to make this? He looked around the kitchen trying to find evidence of her baking but it was spotless.

He hugged the note to his chest, feeling tears in his eyes. He hadn't expected much for his birthday. This was so much more than what he expected. He decided to not start his prep for breakfast yet. He brewed himself a cup of his new tea, cut himself a brownie, lit a cigarette, and sat down. He could take a bit of time to appreciate the gift.

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You were pulled out of bed by Nami at 7 a.m. You were honestly in no mood to be awake, that was until you remembered that it was Sanji’s birthday. You got up stretching and yawning.

You and Nami walked to the kitchen together. You couldn't wait to see how Sanji had reacted to your little surprise. Before you entered the kitchen you whispered into Nami’s ear, “Don't forget to tell Sanji happy birthday.”

She rolled her eyes at you… hard.

Then the two of you walked in. “Good morning Sanji.” You smiled at him.

Sanj slowly and deliberately walked across the kitchen to stand in front of you. He stared into your eyes for a long moment before hugging you. “Thank you, princess,” he whispered kissing your forehead and walking away, A trickle of blood running from his nose.

Marco:

You were sick, you had a fever, your nose was running and you had the chills. You stumbled from the room you shared with Marco to the infirmary. You knew he had to be there since he wasn't in the room with you. You always got needy when you were sick.

You made it there to see Marco working on paperwork. He was slumped over at his desk working like there was no tomorrow. You knew his work was important but at the moment you couldn't care less about it. You just wanted your lover to come cuddle with you and make you feel a little better.

“Darling,” you whimpered as you made it to his desk, “Will you come cuddle with me?” you sounded absolutely pathetic. If your voice alone had not convinced him to come to bed with you then the way you looked forced his hand. You had a pout on your face the comforter of your shared bed wrapped around you.

Marco looked up from the paperwork he was working on, “You really shouldn't be out of bed.” he said a smile on his lips as he shook his head.

“I don't wanna be alone. Darling, please come to bed with me.” The pout on your face mixed with the flush of fever made you look more than cute.

Marco laughed, you only ever called him darling when you wanted him to do something for you. He wanted to pretend like it wasn’t an effective strategy but couldn't. Whenever you called him darling he was putty in your hands, “OK my little bird I'll come back to bed with you.” he sighed.

Your pout turned into a smile as you heard his words, “Thank you.” Even with your slightly scratchy voice, Marco found your voice soothing.

Marco stood up from his desk and walked over to you. He easily swept you off of your feet, carrying you bridal style, “Let's get you back to bed before you share this cold with someone.” he had no worries about getting sick himself, ever since he ate the phoenix phoenix fruit he was immune to most colds and illnesses.

“If you leave me there I'm gonna follow you.” You leaned into his chest closing your eyes already feeling sleepy.

Marco just shook his head. He knew for a fact you weren't joking. He sighed, for the sake of the crew he’d better stay with you. He tried to be upset about having to stay in bed with you but he couldn't manage it.

Buggy

You laid in bed next to Buggy. Your lover had his back to you as he slept You had had a nightmare and couldn't get yourself to fall asleep. You didn't want to wake him up, but you really wanted him to hold you. You didn't need to talk about the nightmare you just needed to be in his arms. You hesitantly reached a handout and shook his shoulder, “Please wake up darling.” you whispered.

Buggy was usually a heavy sleeper but the fear in your voice made him instantly roll over. With sleep still fogging his senses he asked, “What’s the matter, honey?” he looked at you with tired but concerned eyes.

“I'm sorry to wake you but would you please just hold me?” you asked in a soft and apologetic voice.

Buggy studied your face for a long moment before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. It didn't take a genius to tell you were upset. The look you had on your face was heartbreaking, “Don't be,” he mumbled, “Do you want to tell me what's wrong now or in the morning.” his voice sounded grumpy but you could tell he truly did want to make you feel better.

“In the morning darling,” you close your eyes already feeling like you could sleep again, “please just go back to sleep.” You kissed his cheek.

He grunted in response holding you tighter. He would sleep now, but in the morning he'd find out what had upset you. You were his flashy little partner and he would not neglect you. It did not take him long to fall back to sleep.

The sound of his heart and the feeling of his chest rising and falling quickly calmed you down. You found it much easier to sleep. You found yourself falling back to sleep rather quickly.

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jellyclogs · 8 months

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Shanks x reader: Laundry

Trigger warnings: I can't really think of any

Word count: 3k

Fluff, shanks and y/n are cute

Shanks could not take his eyes off of (y/n). It wasn't like she had done anything special today. She was just being her normal self, wearing her normal clothes. Still, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Even though her top wasn't tighter than normal he could swear her chest looked bigger, and did those shorts make her ass look better? (Y/n) was always beautiful to him. She wasn't the kind of beautiful that would make her a supermodel but she was beautiful. Shanks found her beauty was even more striking because it was real. Most days he could just pretend not to notice. But on days like today, Shanks just couldn't make his mind ignore it.

(Y/n) was doing the crew's laundry, this week was her turn. She had already washed it and now was hanging it to dry. She hummed along to a sound dial playing some Soul King, her hips swaying along. Shanks always loved a chance to see her sweet domestic side. Not that he minded seeing her be ruff and rowdy but seeing her like this scratched an itch in his brain like nothing else could.

(Y/n) was the crew's animal expert. Shanks had not understood when he first recruited her what that really meant. What it meant was she was an animal whisper. She could understand animals like no one else he'd ever met. It was unreal to watch her work. She could silently communicate with them. You leave her in a room with a wild animal and within two hours it's in her lap wanting to be pet.

"You know I can feel you staring?" (Y/n) turned to Shanks one of his shirts in her hands. She reached over and grabbed some clothespins out of a tiny little basket. She pined the shirt up, with a smile on her lips.

"It's not my fault you look so nice," Shanks smirked at her. He had been wondering how long shed let him get away with his staring.

"Is there something I can do for you, Captain?" Her voice had a hint of amusement to it and Shanks could see a smile on her pretty lips.

"No, just enjoying the view." Shanks gave her a devilish grin," I've got to say it is quite the view." His eyes did not leave her. In moments like this, it was easy to forget how adept she was with a set of daggers. It was easy to imagine her as a girl from a small island, that he was slowly but surely convincing her to be his.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes turning her back to him "So are you going to just stand there and watch me?" She grabbed the next piece of laundry and began to hang it up. Her hips still swaying to the music.

"Have something else for me to do?" Shanks quirked his brow, still smiling.

"You could always help me," (y/n) offered.

"Are you trying to push your work off on your captain?" Shanks gasped in mock offense. His hand came to rest on his chest over his heart, “Your captain does not appreciate it.”

"So you talk about yourself in the third person now?" (Y/n) gave Shanks a funny look over her shoulder. “Captin it's not even noon lay off the saki.”

Shanks bit his lip and then laughed. Their gose (y/n)'s silver tongue. He's always loved how quick-witted she was. Then there was the look she gave him. That was damned adorable. He could feel the smile growing on his lips, "I'll take that as a, 'yes I'm trying to make you do my work for me captain', that's not very nice (y/n)." Shanks shook his head teasingly.

"Oh feel free to just sit and watch me, but if you happen to get bored I wouldn't mind the hand." (Y/n) huffed, Finishing pinning up a sheet. Her back was still to shanks, but he could feel that she rolled her eyes at him.

Shanks thought about it for a long moment before standing up and walking over to help her, “Well I guess since there is nothing else for me to do I might as well help you.” Shanks looked at the basket of laundry she was pulling from and saw it was mostly empty.

“Only if you really feel like it captain.” (y/n) shot him a sweet little smile, “I was mostly teasing you anyways,” she said carelessly.

Shanks wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, “You're so mean to your captain (y/n).” Shanks tsked, “What on earth am I going to do with you?”

Mel rolled her eyes. She was used to shanks being cuddly. She had hated it when she first joined the crew but now she didn't mind. Not that she would tell her captain but there were few places she felt safer than in his arm(s), “We both know you’re being over dramatic.” (y/n) patted Shanks’ cheek.

Shanks took a deep breath and soaked in the feeling of just holding the beautiful woman. Holding her like this was almost torturous. He would never push his luck but dam it he wanted to feel more of her, “I am allowed to be overdramatic.” his voice had dropped an octave, “And we both know that you like it when I am.”

(y/n) felt a chill run down her spine. There were many things about Shanks that drove her crazy but his voice was at the top of that list. She had a feeling, Shanks knew just what he did to her. She was never sure if he liked her or just enjoyed seeing her squirm. “How is this helping me?” her voice was a little higher than normal.

Shanks smirked, “Oh I changed my mind,” he could feel her heart racing under his touch, “I'm gonna be a hindrance to you instead.”

(y/n) let out a soft laugh, “Now you're being the mean one.” She wriggled out of his grasp and grabbed the next sheet from the basket.

Shanks laughed himself grabbing the second to last sheet from the basket, “Ok fine ill help.”

“Well thank you, captain,” (y/n) handed him two clothespins before grabbing two for herself.

“So is this the last load?” Shanks asked before holding the clothespin between his lips and tossing the sheet over the line. He quickly pined the sheet in place.

“Yep, it's the last load.” (y/n) responded finishing hanging up the sheet in her hands and then grabbing the last one out of the basket.

“For someone begging for help, you didn't need it much.” Shanks cooed with a teasing smile.

“Maby it was just bugging me that you were silently sitting there and staring at me.” (y/n) scratched the back of her head.

“And like I told you it isn't my fault you’re so nice to look at.” shanks shot her a cocky smirk.

(y/n) thought about her next words for a bit longer than their playful conversion called for. She sighed and then asked, “Do you flirt with me because you like me or just because it's something to do?” She had wanted to ask him the question for a while now.

Shanks froze, he hadn’t expected to hear her ask a question like this. He stared into her (e/c) eyes for a moment, “I flirt with you because you are a strong, quick-witted, and beautiful woman.” he reached out and grabbed her hand, “It does help pass the time but I do it because I like you.” his thumb brushed along the back of her hand. “Do you flirt back because you like me?” he asked in a teasing but sweet voice.

(y/n) looked into Shanks’s worm-brown eyes before smiling, “Oh I like you, captain,” she purred suddenly confident. She thought about it for a moment before grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a kiss.

Shanks did not hesitate to kiss her back. He leaned down to meet her lips his hand letting go of hers as his arm snaked around her waist again. This was definitely a good outcome for him. He was smiling into the kiss. It was a soft and sweet kiss.

The two of them had been playfully flirting for months. Shanks hadn't pushed it passed flirting because it would have felt wrong. He hadn't wanted to force her into a relationship if she didn't want to. He didn't want her to feel like just because he was the captain she had to be with him.

After a long moment (y/n) pulled away. She leaned her head against Shanks’s chest. All her confidence was gone. She could feel herself blushing. The animal whisperer had very little experience with men. She was a blushing virgin and was suddenly insecure about it. She knew Shanks was a bit of a ladies' man. She knew he was experienced. Her mind began to spiral, wondering if he'd still like her knowing how inexperienced she was “Sorry if that was too forward.” (y/n) mumbled.

Shanks couldn't stop smiling, “To forward?” he hummed. He picked her up cradling her in the crook of his elbow, “You really do act like a proper damsel sometimes.” he laughed resting his forehead against hers, “But no you weren't too forward.” he was enjoying the adorable flushed look she had on her face. She was a truly beautiful woman.

“Hay (y/n) you hungry?” Lucky Roux called into the mess of clotheslines and clean clothes.

(y/n) quickly slipped out of Shanks’s grasp before calling back, “That depends, what's for lunch?” She was a little glad to have an excuse to run and hide from Shanks. She needed a moment to regain her composure before she interacted with Shanks again. She flipped the sound dial off before she quickly headed towards Lucky Roux trying hard to calm the blush on her face.

Lucky Roux rolled his eyes, “You are such a picky eater.” he laughed a smile spreading on his face.

“Yeah, I am,” (y/n) emerged from the maze of hanging clothes. “So what's for lunch?”

“Well, I kept it simple, just some sandwiches,” Lucky Roux could see the flush of the girl's cheeks and smiled harder. He wasn't going to ask why she was blushing because he had a feeling why. He could spot the top of Shanks’s head from the same direction the (h/c) haired girl had come from.

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(y/n) spent the rest of the day avoiding Shanks. She felt like a flustered preteen girl every time she thought of him. She knew the rest of the crew could tell she was avoiding him. She figured she would explain it later. If it bugged anyone they hadn't said anything.

She had eaten lunch with Lucky Roux. The man had been giving her a knowing smile the whole time. Clearly, he understood what had happened. She was glad he hadn't pressed for details.

It had been a couple of hours since lunch. (y/n) had been hiding in her room trying to get a grip on her feelings. She decided she should go see if the laundry was dry. She was an adult woman and had responsibilities she needed to attend to. She couldn't spend all day being a flustered little girl.

(y/n) slipped out of her room. Her bare feet made almost no noise on the wooden floorboards of the ship. The sun was setting as she got to the deck. She could tell the clothes were dry just by looking at them.

She began to pull the laundry down and sort it. Each crew member labeled their clothes by writing their names on the tags just to make it easier to sort. She checked the tags of each piece of clothing before tossing it into each respective crew member's basket. She didn't bother to fold the clothes, however, she did fold the sheets and bedding.

“So you finally came out of your room?” a slightly gruff voice teased as the smell of cigarette smoke came to invade (y/n)’s nose

“Beckmen put that out,” Mel spun to glare at Shanks’s right-hand man, Benn Beckmen, “Do not make all of the clean laundry smell like cigarettes… again”

Beckmen laughed, “Ok jeez (y/n) I'll put it out.” he dropped his cigarette and squished it under his foot, “So what did Shanks do?”

“He didn't do anything wrong I promise.” (y/n) handed Beckmen his basket full of clean clothes. Beckmen was Shanks's leash. He made it his role to keep Shanks from doing things the crew would regret.

“So then, why were you being a shut-in?” Beckman pressed. He knew both Shanks and (y/n) well enough that he could tell that something had happened between them. (y/n) wasn't the only one acting weird, Shanks had been mopey since lunch.

“Well Mom if you have to know,” (y/n) threw her hands up in surrender. She hoped the nickname would get under his skin. “We kissed.”

Beckmen shook his head and rolled his eyes, “Why did that make you hide in your room.” he didn't mind the nickname, especially since it was (y/n) calling him it. What big strong man didn't like to be called a demeaning nickname by a pretty girl?

(y/n)’s face flushed, “Because I'm a dumb girl who doesn't know what to do now.” She paused before adding, “That's not me asking you for advice it's me answering your question.”

Beckmen wasn't dumb he had seen the way the (h/c) haired girl acted around Shanks. The girl liked the redhead. “Did the kiss not go well?” Beckmen asked her softly.

“I think it went good, It’s just,” (y/n) wasn't sure how to explain her concerns, “I have absolutely no experience. I don't want Shanks to be disappointed.” She winced at her own words hoping she didn't sound too pathetic.

“You have no clue how men think sweetheart.” Beckman chuckled. “Shanks doesn't care what experience you have.” he decided not to tell her that Shanks would probably be thrilled to be her first.

“So I'm just overthinking things?” (y/n) asked.

“Yes, you are,” Beckmen rustled her hair. The whole crew knew (y/n) was a bit on the innocent side. They didn't know much about her past however they had the idea she had been fairly sheltered from people. She had little cues that let them know she hadn't socialized much as a kid.

“Thank you Beckmen,” (y/n) gave the crew mom a hug.

“No problem,” Beckmen hugged her back before letting her go and picking up his laundry basket. “Go talk to Shanks when you get a chance,” he said as he walked away. His job was done, the issue could work itself out now.

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(y/n) had dropped everyone else's laundry off to them, and now she was just standing in front of Shanks’s door holding his laundry basket. She had realized how her reaction must have seemed to him. She felt bad and wanted to apologize to him but was having a hard time working up the courage to knock on his door.

She knew she couldn't spend the whole night awkwardly standing in front of the captain's door. She closed her eyes and counted to three before knocking on the door. She had to do this.

“Come on in,” Shanks called through the door.

(y/n) balanced the laundry basket against her hip and opened the door before stepping in, “I'm sorry for avoiding you.” she said softly. It would be best to just rip the bandaid off.

Shanks looked up at her, he was sitting at his desk, “Don't be,” he gave the girl a reassuring smile, “So was it just too much for you? Did you relize you didn't actually like me like you thought? And if that's it that's fine don't sweat it. It's perfectly fine if you don’t like me” shanks did like the woman but at the end of the day he’d rather be friends than nothing at all.

“Oh no it's not like that.” (y/n) set the basket down, “I was just,” she sighed, “please don't laugh but I have absolutely no experience with relationships and I didn't know what to do. I know you are someone” (y/n) thought for a moment on how to say it, “with a lot of experience and not usually interested in a monogamous relationship and I wasn't ready to have the conversation of what we are now or if our relationship had changed.”

Shanks silently stared at (y/n) for a long moment, “That has to be the nicest way I have ever been called a man whore.” shanks grinned at (y/n) hoping that cracking a joke would help ease the tension.

(y/n)’s blush grew, “I didn't mean it like that.” She frantically tried to correct herself.

“You’re not wrong, I usually don't go for monogamy but most of the people I'm getting with arnt on my ship. There is usually a mutual understanding that it's just a one-night stand when I'm hooking up with someone. But that's not what I want with you.” He stood up and walked over to (y/n).

(y/n) fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, “What do you want with me?” she asked her heart racing again.

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” Shanks reached out and set his hand on her cheek. He really did mean it. (y/n) was a beautiful, intelligent, sweet, and capable woman. If he would settle down for anyone it was her.

“I want to be your girlfriend,” (y/n) leaned into Shanks’s touch. She liked the feeling of him touching her. She wanted to no longer hide from that.

Shanks stepped in close to her, wrapping his arm around her waist, “Well then you’re my girlfriend.” his voice was inching closer to the deep husky tone that drove (y/n) crazy.

(y/n) smiled wrapping her arms around his neck, “I'm your girlfriend,” she purred smiling ear to ear.

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jellyclogs · 8 months

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a lovely little piece of mafia AU for Marco art.

#marco the phoenix #one piece #digital fanart #one piece marco #marco fan art #one piece fanart #krita #digital art #art #fan art

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jellyclogs · 9 months

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All of my one piece fics

how op men react a y/n with really bad periods prt.1 Shanks, marco, law, Mihawk, Kid, zoro, Sanji

how op men react to a y/n with really bad periods prt.2 Ace, Akainu, sabo, fujitora

how op men react to y/n saying my uterus is trying to kill me law, zorro,shanks

sunset salamander: Shanks x reader

laundry: Shanks x reader

How one piece DILF react to Y/N having a panic attack Marco ,Katakuri, Shanks

Law x Reader ~Her Hands (nsfw)

One piece characters reacting to you calling them Darling Kid ,Ace, Mihawk, Shanks ,Katakuri

Sanji x Reader Dishes

Marco x reader Brocken Door knob NSFW

Perospero x reader: A wife

Marco x reader Beach day

Katakuri x reader What could have been

Ace x reader: A migraine

Perospero x reader: more than anything

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jellyclogs · 9 months

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Katakuri x reader What could have been

trigger warnings: stood up at the alter, angst

"It's been a long time," the woman's voice purred, "way too long." She slipped into the seat next to Katakuri.

Katakuri glanced to the side, most people weren't confident enough to sit next to him let alone talk to him. It took him a long second to recognize the half-giant. In his defense It had been quite a while since he'd seen her, must have been at least 20 years. He felt a smile creeping onto his lips, "Here I thought you were dead or in Impel Down." He chuckled.

"Well I kept my head low," the woman sighed, "I was done being a piece on the chess board. Sorry kitty cat, I just couldn't." She did not meet his eyes. She stared down at a box in her hands.

Katakuri bit his lip, even now he melted when she used that dumb pet name, "That was a long time ago." He breathed out. He had asked her to marry him. She had said yes but he knew something was wrong when her smile didn't reach her eyes. They had a wonderful night. He drank more than he should have. When he woke up she was gone and there was a note on his bedside table.

"You deserved better," she shook her head, "I kept hoping to see something in the paper about you getting married, I really want you to find love again."

"Love was never in the cards for me, not after you." Katakuri laughed bitterly. He had never even thought about moving on. She was the only woman he wanted. He hated himself for trying to take their relationship to marriage, her note made it clear that's why she ran. He still remembers the note, the entire thing.

Dear kitty cat,

You are the only person I have ever loved. I don't think I could ever love someone as much as I love you. No matter what, please know that I love you. I will never stop loving you. I'm so sorry I'm about to hurt you so much, but I can't marry you.

I wish I wasn't such a coward. I wish your mother didn't scare the ever-living hell out of me. I wish I could just ignore my fear but I can't. Your mother made it clear to me that if I ever got in the way of your work she would deal with me.

I'm sorry that I'm leaving and not saying goodbye properly. I don't want to make you choose between me and your family. I know you don't think you will have to but you will. A part of me is scared that you would choose them. I don't think I could handle that, so I'm making the choice. Love your family.

I love you. I will never not love you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please blame me for this. Hate me, because I know you would make a different choice if you were in my position.

You did nothing wrong. You were the perfect partner. I know you'll find someone truly worth your time. Goodbye, kitty cat.

With only love for you,

A worthless coward

"I'm sorry." Her voice was so soft barely above a whisper.

Katakuri shook his head, " did you ever move on?" Katakuri did all he could to keep his voice neutral. It had been 20 years, surely she had found someone else.

"No." She said, her voice close to cracking, " And I won't." she shoved the box in her hand over to him, “But you have every right to. I'm the one who left. You deserve a happy life Katakuri.” she stood up, pecked him on his cheek and left.

Katakuri looked down at the little box she had given him. It was the kind of box that you might give a woman jewelry with. He glanced to the exit she was gone again. He wanted to chuck the damned box across the bar. How could she just pop in for a five-minute talk after 20 years and then just leave again? He couldn't bring himself to chase after her. He sighed and opened the box.

His heart stopped, and he felt tears pooling in his eyes. She had kept the ring. He had always wondered what had happened to the simple gold ring he proposed to her with. He had planned on it just being a stand-in till the two could find a pair of matching rings they both liked. She had kept it. Fuck she had kept it.

Katakuri stood and rushed after her. He didn't want to lose her, not again. Not this time.

#one piece #One Piece Fanfiction #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #katakuricharlotte #charlotte katakuri #one piece katakuri #katakuri x y/n #katakuri #katakuri x reader #katakuri x you #mochi man #mochi man take me by the hand #dilf #angst #angst fic

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jellyclogs · 9 months

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Marco x reader Beach day

this is a fic i meant to post a little while ago but my inter net said no =(

Marco usually never regrets eating his devil fruit. He knows it has saved his ass so many times. He was sure he'd probably be dead by now without it but right now he hated it. He watched as his lovely wife swam haphazardly. He wanted nothing more than to dive in and join her.

He knew if he called out for her she'd come to him and abandon her swimming but he wouldn't do that to her. He knew she loved swimming, sometimes he wondered if she was part, Fishman. She was graceful in the water like it was her true home. He loved watching her but it hurt that he couldn't join her.

"Just put on some floaties and get out there already!" Ace grunted, he was tired of watching Marco pout. Honestly, the damned bird brain pissed him off with his love-sick puppy act.

"I'm not gonna ruin her fun," Marco sighed, " she would be too worried to enjoy herself if I did that." (Y/n) was a good swimmer but Marco doubted she would be able to tread water carrying him. He knew he was a tall man and he wasn't skinny, he cringed at the thought of her drowning trying to save him.

"Well, I think I'm going to join her." Thatch laughed, he would never even try to steal (y/n) from Marco but he wouldn't lie, he liked rubbing it in that he could swim with her.

"You are such a dick," Ace giggled like a teen girl.

"Don't even think about being touchy with her," Marco growled.

"What you gonna do swim out and hit me if I am?" Thatch jabbed, smirking at Marco's glare.

"Naw I don't think I'd have to," Marco huffed, " I think she'd punch you square in your jaw if you tried."

"He also could fly out and kick you," Ace added, "can't hold your breath forever man."

"Dang Ace, whose side are you on?" Thatch threw his arms up in surrender.

Ace gave the brunette a deadpan state for a moment, " (y/n)'s side."

"Yeah, that's probably smarter." Thatch admitted, "But what if she wants to get touchy Feely with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Are you delusional?" Marco questioned, "Look rub it in that you can swim all you want but we all know (y/n). She doesn't do touchy Feely unless you're me, she is practically a cat."

"Guess that means your pussy whipped in more ways than one." Ace cackled.

"Oh cram it, you're just jealous I get pussy and you don't." Marco rolled his eyes.

"Well i'm Seriously Gonna go join her, it's way too hot out." Thatch groaned, leaving the two devil fruit users behind. The water was gonna feel great.

Thatch quickly waded out into the water, humming in relief at the cool water. He didn't swim like (y/n) but her enthusiasm for it was contagious. He watched as she dove under the water and did few rolls before coming back up for air. He couldn't help but smile, when she was in the water she was like an otter. He shook his head before diving under and swimming over to her.

"Is everyone ok hanging on the beach?" (Y/n) asked with her pretty smile.

"You mean is Marco still pouting?" Thatch corrected, "Oh,, and yes he is, he is like a love-sick puppy right now."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, " Don't be dramatic," she slashed Thatch, " he's a grown man he can handle me swimming about for an hour or two."

"You know I don't blame him," Thatch smiled, " if I were him I'd hate not being able to join in on something my wife loved to do much. Siriusly watching you Swim is..." Thatch tried to think of the right word before landing on, " mesmerizing, you just are so at peace out here."

"It would be better with him," she smiled, " but I just can't help how at home I feel in the water. It just feels right."

"OK I have to ask, and feel free to punch me for this but are you sure you're not part Fishman? Or like an otter mink or something?" Thatch braced himself to be hit.

(Y/n) just rolled her eyes splashing Thatch before heading for the beach. It was a running gag on the ship that she wasn't fully human. It didn't bother her, but sometimes it got on her nerves. As far as she knew she was fully human but who really knew?

She slowly made her way onto the shore. She felt wobbly from the rocking of the waves. She took care to take measured steps so she wouldn't fall on her ass. Her pace was slow but steady letting her equilibrium readjust to solid ground.

Marco smiled seeing his wife coming back to shore. The water dripped off of her and made her skin shimmer. Whenever she emerged from the water he always thought of her as a beautiful water nymph, gracing the land with her presents. He knew it was far too grand of an image but he couldn't help it. He watched her with a content smile.

"Can you toss me a towel?" she smiled as soon as her feet were entirely on dry sand. She still felt slightly wobbly but that would pass quickly.

Marco grabbed one of the folded towels beside him and tossed it to her, "you hungry? Been out there for a while." Marco asked as he got to his feet.

"I could use a snack," she toweled herself off ruffly drying her hair before finding a low-hanging branch to drape it over, " but I came back out to be with you. I was getting lonely without ya," she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Even with thatch out there?" Marco asked.

"Well if you want me to I can go swim with him but id rather sit here with you." (y/n) smirked watching Marco closely.

"Well no I think id rather have you hear." Marco hummed wrapping his arms around his wife from behind and pulling her into his chest, "Don't you have a book you're working through? Pretty hard to read if you're out swimming."

"Yeah your right about that," (y/n) hummed back hugging his arms close to her. "Bet id figure out a way though."

"Yeah but how much more comfortable would you be if you were sitting in my lap rather than struggling not to ruin your book." Marco swayed gently nuzzling his stubble into the crook of her neck.

"Well since you insist, I guess ill sit in your lap and enjoy reading my book." (y/n) spun out of Marco's arms, "but why don't we find some shade and grab some food?"

"I think that's a great idea," Marco kissed (y/n)'s cheek before pecking her lips. "In fact probably one of the best ideas I've heard all day."

#fanfiction #one piece #One Piece Fanfiction #one piece marco #Marco the Phoenix #Marco the pineapple #marco x reader #marco x y/n #marco x you #marco fluff #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n

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jellyclogs · 9 months

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Perospero x reader: A wife

trigger warnings: arranged marriage

this fic is 95% fluff 5% angst

I love this stupid candy man <3

Perospero sighed, a wife. He never thought about what it would be like to have one. If he was being honest he never thought he would get one. He had dedicated his whole life to his mother, in many ways he was nothing more than her son. He was 50 and the thought of a wife had long since faded, but here he was. Momma had declared that he would be getting married.

“Perospero sir,” a guard called stepping into the room, “Your fiance has arrived.” the man said as he stood in a salute.

She was here. The woman who would be, being forced to marry him. If he was being honest with himself he pitied her. He had seen a photo of her and he could tell she was much younger than him. If he was half his age he might not feel so guilty. The guilt was only amplified by the fact that he was excited to have a wife. To have someone to greet him when he made it home from a long day of work. To have someone who would listen to him.

He had found himself daydreaming of a sweet domestic life since he found out Momma planned to have him married. He honestly didn't want to force the poor woman who would be stuck with him into anything romantic, he just wanted to have a friendship with her. They would be stuck in the same house so it would be partially a necessity for them to get along.

Perospero got up, “Thank you for letting me know.” he turned to look at the man, “Where is she id like to meet her.” the candy man was doing his best to hide his excitement, he really did want to meet his future wife. He hoped the woman was someone who he could get along with.

“Big mom sent her to her room to unpack.” the guard answered.

“Let her know, that if she feels up to it, I'm waiting in the garden to meet her.” Peros adjusted his bow tie feeling nervous.

“Yes sir.” the guard announced as he left.

8>($^$)<8

(y/n) slowly stepped into the garden, she was nervous. She always knew that she'd be married off. She always knew she would have no say in her future. She closed her eyes and sent a silent prayer to whatever gods would hear her that her future husband would be a kind mind.

She continued her shaky steps as she tried to spot her future husband. Just keep walking, one step at a time. She wouldn't lie that the thought of marrying a pirate scared her more than marrying some pompous noble. She bit her lip and told herself to just take it one step at a time, and mind her manners.

“You look nervous,” a voice broke her from her thoughts.

“Oh, well,” she forced a polite smile onto her lips, whirling around to find who was talking to her. She spotted him, her future husband. Her stomach churned as she forced her polite and sophisticated mask up further, “I'm just worried about the first impression ill give to you.” she curtsied to the tall man.

“Please relax,” Peros gave the woman a soft smile, he had found her picture pretty but seeing her in person was entirely different. The woman had the air of a princess. Not the kind of princess that was snooty and saw the world as belonging to her but the kind of princess from a fairy tale. The kinda princess that is woken up from a comma by true love's kiss.

“I've looked forward to meeting you,” (y/n) lied giving him a worm smile, she had been scared out of her mind.

Perospero could see the woman was nervous or maby more likely scared. He was impressed with how calm she was acting but he could see the tiny shake in her hands as she moved and how stiff her movements were, “It's sweet of you to try and cater to my emotions Candy but you don't have to. Since we are going to be married i want you to feel comfortable enuff to tell me the truth.” he watched her carefully.

(y/n) nodded her head before standing tall and looking into his brown eyes, “well then to be honest, I'm terrified.” she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, “but i want to get to know you and see if my fear is unfounded.”

Perospero found himself smiling, she looked so determined. He nodded his head, “What scars you the most about this?” he asked, “Perhaps we should find a place to sit and properly talk about this?”

Her (y/c) eyes sparkled, “that sounds like a wonderful idea. Please lead the way.”

Perospero thought for a moment before heading for a bench he rather liked, it sat in the shade of a willow tree and was surrounded by a semicircle of rose bushes, “why don't you start to tell me your fear on the way.”

“I hope you do not mind me being frank, but you're a pirate.” (y/n) started thinking how best to say this, “ not that I've met many pirates but I've heard stories and well, I'm scared you are violent.”

Perospero was honestly shocked by how forward she had just been, he had to respect the woman for that, “Well I don't blame you for that, and I'm not sure what my word is worth at the moment but I promise I will never raise my hand to you.” he stopped in front of the bench and offered the woman a hand to help her sit.

(y/n) took his hand gingerly, “ I guess we'll have to see if your actions back your words.” she was doing her best to sound confident, “What about you? Is there anything you’re scared of for this marriage?”

Prosper took the seat next to (y/n), “you're asking me if I'm scared?” Pero chuckled.

“Well we are in the same boat here.” (y/n) gave Peros a genuine smile, “Unless you had a say in getting married, I'm a complete stranger that you will have to spend the rest of your life with.”

“I'm scared that you will resent me,” Perospero answered, he was surprised she even bothered to think about his fears in this, let alone ask him. He felt his excitement building up, perhaps this marriage would be a good one.

“Well I can't say if resentment will grow but you’re not the one who chose this for me, if you treat me like a human with my own emotions then we should be ok.” (y/n) felt herself relaxing more, and more as they talked. If he was a violent man he was hiding it well.

“You are amazing,” Perospero laughed, “I hoped that you would be willing to give a relationship a try but this is more than I could have hoped.” Perospero smiled, “I also want you to know that I don't expect you to treat me as a husband, all I want is for us to be able to talk and be on good terms.”

“I want us to be at least friends Perospero,” (y/n) grabbed his hand, “but I'm not against the idea of eventually being more but I want to take it slow and get to know you.” she turned her head to look at the pretty rose bushes and spoke more softly, “and your more than I could have hoped for, thank you for hearing my fears and not expecting too much from me.”

Perospero squeezed her hand, “I want you to be as comfortable as you can be here.”

“Thank you Peros,” (y/n) turned to him, she thought about her next action for a moment before leaning up and kissing his cheek, “I promise I will make this as easy on you as I can.”

Perospero felt his face flush, she was a princess and she was his princess. It had been years since he had pondered having a love life but here she was. He silently promised himself that he would do all he could to make her happy here.

8>($^$)<8

“So you're telling me that the pretty thing isn't throwing a fit that she’s stuck with you.” Craker cackled.

Peros rolled his eyes siping the whisky in his glass, “Isn't it remarkable?”

Mont-d’Or smiled, “there was no way she wouldn't fall in love.” he was lying, of course, most of the charlotte sons had been worried for their older brother, “you are a catch.” he chuckled.

It had been a month since (y/n) had arrived and over that time Perospeo had come to really enjoy the woman's company. She had been nothing but kind to him and he found she was very good at listening. He had found himself talking to her each night about his day and his troubles. She would listen and give advice if she felt he needed it or just affirm that whatever it was he was dealing with was exhausting.

“You're just saying that because seeing Pero get a chance means you have one.” cracker jabbed, he wasn't a mean man he just played ruff with his brothers, he knew they could take it.

“Oh come on cracker cut them a break tonight is supposed to be a night to party it's the last night for big brother will be a single man.” oven ruffly patted Cracker on the back, “plus we all know you're just jealous.” he chuckled the heat in his cheeks coming from the booze he’d been drinking not his devil fruit.

“Well dam right I'm jealous!” cracker huffed, “(y/n) is hot and it's not like momma is gonna find me a cute little bride like her.” he downed his drink in one go.

“ jealous isn't a good look on you.” Katakuri chimed in, he was honestly glad his brother got along with his wife-to-be.

“Well at least I'm honest about my jealousy,” cracker fumed, “Don't act like your not jealous Katakuri. You would kill to have a cute little wife!”

Katakuri chuckled softly but didn't dignify Cracker’s accusation with a response.

“Like he’d have time for a wife.” Daifuku laughed, he had had more than enuff to drink but was still downing more.

“I'm sure he’d make time for one.” Craker laughed.

Katakuri shrugged.

8>($^$)<8

(y/n) sat with a handful of the charlotte sisters. She hadn't wanted to do much for her bachelorette party but Brulee had insisted they do something. (Y/n) had found herself being rather close friends with Brulee. The woman was very kind and welcoming, it made (y/n) feel less like an outsider to the massive family.

Brulee had decided to through a cute little sleepover as (y/n)’s bachelorette party. It would be something small but memorable. A proper welcome to the charlotte family.

“So (y/n) I've got to know how do you really feel about him?” Smoothie asked. She sat reclined on a big loveseat, (y/n) found the long-legged woman very intimidating.

“How many times do I have to say that I really do like him.” (y/n) giggled. She was currently getting pampered. She had a clay mask on as Galettel brush her hair so she could braid her hair.

Cinnamon laughed, “it's just hard to believe.”

Citron swatted at Cinnamon, “You should be happy for big bro.”

“Oh come on you are just as shocked as I am.” Cinnamon giggled in response.

“I don't see what's so shocking?” (Y/n) sighed, “He's a very kind man and I think he's rather good-looking. We get along well.” she puffed out her cheeks and did her best to be offended on her husband-to-be’s behalf.

Brulee laughed, “you really are something else,” she mused.

“Stop squirming or I'm gonna mess up more than I already have.” (y/n) whined at Brulee. (y/n) was doing her best to braid Brulees massive hair. (y/n) honestly enjoyed playing with hair it was relaxing.

“Ok sorry.” Brulee tried to calm her laughter.

(y/n) blushed slightly before asking, “Do you think Peros would let me play with his hair?”

The room of women burst out giggling.

8>($^$)<8

The dress was beautiful it was a soft peach color. A princess-style ballgown with a sweat heart neckline. It had flowery lace that was pure white that formed sleeves and covered her chest and back in a mesh bodice. The skirt had patches of lace throughout it. (y/n) gave a spin in the dress. She couldn't help but feel absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a pair of gold heels that peeked out when she walked.(y/n) pulled the vail over her face and smiled she truly was a beautiful blushing bride.

“I know I was there when you picked it but wow you look amazing!” Cracker complimented. He had pulled the short straw and would be walking the woman down the aisle in place of her father.

“I can't wait to see his face when he sees me!” (Y/n) smiled she was on cloud nine. She couldn't find a reason to feel nervous. She had made a promise to herself when she understood she would have no say in who she was marrying she would make her wedding day a day of celebration no matter what.

“I think hell cry.” cracker laughed. Hed grown pretty damn fond of his older brother's wife. It was hard not to enjoy being around her, she was so determined to live a happy life even though she had little say in how she was supposed to live

“Happy tears?” (y/n) asked in a nervous tone. Glancing to cracker over her shoulder. Her naturally pretty face was accentuated with light makeup, her cheeks were rosy and her lips a glossy deep peach town. The slight pout on her face would make any man's heart pound.

“Well of course they’ll be happy tears.” Brulee smiled (y/n) truly looked amazing.

The bride smiled, “I'm glad.” she burst into a small fit of giggles, before fully turning from the mirror and getting a good look a Brulee. “Wow you look amazing!” she smiled coming to stand next to her maid of honor.

(y/n)’s bridal party was filled out with Charlet sisters, if she was being honest she didn't care much about it. What she did care about was Brulee being her maid of honor, she had been adamant that Brulee was the maid of honor. Brulee was the closest thing she had to a best friend and (y/n) cherished her.

“Why not give me a twirl?” (y/n) asked.

Brulee blushed softly at the woman’s compliment before doing a small spin. Brulee felt slightly ridiculous but put up with it for the bride’s sake. She was not used to being fawned over, in really any way let alone someone calling her beautiful.

Brulee was no longer wearing her normal tiered white dress, she was in a simplistic dark blue dress. The dress had a simple square neckline and short puffy sleeves, it had a defined waist with a skirt that didn't flare out much from her hips and fell slightly passes her knees. Her wild purple hair was neatly pinned up into a bun with a flower pin. She looked lovely.

“The dress looks great on you.” (y/n) took Brulee’s hands, “thanks for agreeing to be my maid of honor.”

Before Brulee could respond Mont-d’Or cleared his throat and announced, “We gotta get things moving or we won't be on schedule, come on Brulee let's get you with the other bridesmaids.” he had been appointed to be the wedding planer and he took his job seriously.

“You don't have to thank me,” Brulee said as she rushed to follow her brother's instructions.

8>($^$)<8

It was time, she would be walking down the aisle any moment. She had promised herself that she would not spend her wedding day dreading it but now standing there with cracker, moments away from walking down the aisle, she felt nervous. She did her best to not show it but she couldn't help but to squeeze Crackers' arm.

“Finally getting cold feet?” Cracker asked, no ounce of teasing in his voice.

“The waiting is just killing me.” (y/n) huffed softly, “I'm just ready to get the I-do’s out of the way.” she forced a genuine-looking smile on her face as she spoke. She found herself retreating into her polite facade. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and flipped the switch, she was now the doll her parents had raised her to be. The only emotion she would show was an aloof smile and the proper manners that had been pounded into her head. Her grip on Cracker's arm relaxed, “Sorry.” she hummed.

Cracker was almost shocked at the sudden difference in (y/n). He no longer felt like he was looking at the woman had come to know she now looked like a hallow mannequin, her eyes had a far off look to them. “Are you ok?” Cracker ask

“Yes of course,” (y/n) smiled before giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I just hate crowds."

Cracker did not believe her but gave her a smile back. "It's normal to be nervous," Cracker soothed, "not one of my sisters wasn't at least a little nervous before walking down the aisle," he resisted the urge to pat her head and mess her hair up.

(Y/n) looked up to him still that living doll for a moment before her she gained a small spark of herself again, "Yeah I'm nervous, and it's like all of the what ifs are coming in with a vengeance." She looked up to Cracker, " I feel like if I walk down the aisle suddenly you all will no longer have to be nice to me. Like a mouse who's about to take the cheese, its neck about to be snapped by the trap."

Cracker looked down at the pretty woman, she was so sweet and trusting, "Well the only way to find out if we all have just been on our best behavior is to walk down the aisle, Make Peros cry, and officially become a member of the family." Cracker wrapped an arm over (y/n)'s shoulders, " Once your family we'll definitely treat you like family. If we're mean to you it's not because we hate you we're just comfortable enough to be more ourselves around you." He gave her a squeeze before adding, "You don't have siblings so you don't know this but we nag and bully each other out of love."

(Y/n) looked back into Cracker's eyes, "Thank you." She set a hand on his hand, the one on her shoulder, and squeezed, " I'm glad you're the one walking me down the aisle, I'm not sure Oven or Daifuku would've given me such a good pep talk."

The music began to play cueing the two it was time to walk. (Y/n) looked into Cracker's eyes giving him a soft nervous smile and offering him her arm. Cracker flashed her a cocky smirk, taking her arm in his. Cracker felt another pang of jealousy, this woman was cute and so earnest, Perospero would be happy with her. He leaned over and whispered, "Just breathe, you've got this." With that said the two started the march.

(Y/n) could feel everyone looking at her. She didn't blame them but it did make her feel self-conscious. She took a deep breath and stared forward, finding Perospero waiting at the end of the aisle. From that point on her eyes were locked on him. He was dressed in a midnight blue suit, his hair pulled up and into a bun at the top of his head; a few strands fell loosely framing his face. She felt all her nerves wash away.

Perospero suddenly couldn't breathe, (y/n) looked stunning. Was he really lucky enough to have her? If he was dreaming he prayed he would never wake up. He shot her a soft smile. His heart was pounding in his ears.

"You look great," (y/n) whispered as soon as she was standing across from Perospero.

"Next to you, I look drab," Perospero whispered back.

(Y/n) opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by Mont-d’Or, "We are gathered here today to witness the matrimony of the eldest son of big mom, Perospero and (y/n) (l/n)." His voice carried through the entire venue, "Perospero, do you take (y/n) to be your wedded wife, through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and to love her for as long as you live?"

Perospero looked deep into (y/n)'s eyes. He thought it was too soon to say whether he loved her or not but staring down at her he was shocked to find that he did love her. It had only been a month but he loved her. He knew that he had so much to learn about her but still, he loved her. He searched her eyes for a hint of how she felt, for if she was scared or regretful. He couldn't find a trace of fear in her beautiful (e/c) eyes. All he saw in her eyes was hope. He grabbed her hands and answered, "I do."

Mont-d’Or nodded and continued "(Yn/) do you take Perospero to be your wedded husband, through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and to love him for as long as you live?"

(Y/n) squeezed Perospero's hands. When she looked into his deep brown eyes she saw raw admiration. She was hesitant to fully admit she loved him. Maybe she didn't love him but she did appreciate what he was. He would not force her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. He would not be angry if she didn't love him. He at a minimum would be a good friend to her no matter what. If she did not love him at the moment she was sure that given time she would love him. "I do."

"I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." Mont-d’Or finished.

Perospero bent down and picked (y/n) up, supporting her but and bringing her eye level with him. (Y/n) reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear before cupping his cheek and leaning in. Perospero met her half way and gently kissed her. For a moment the world melted away. The only thing that mattered in the moment was the two of them.

(Y/n) was the first to pull away, a lightheaded feeling washing over her. Her hand stayed on his cheek, a drunken smile stretching across her face, "you are not drab." She whispered, "You are breathtaking."

Perospero was frozen for a moment before he broke out laughing, "Just about anyone would be drab standing next to you." he mused setting his forehead against hers.

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Perospero sighed as he walked through his front door. It had been a long day. Long enuff to make his bones ache and his head throb. He wanted nothing more than to lie down and not move for the foreseeable future. He pulled off his vibrantly yellow trench coat and hung it up. The feeling of the cool air was delicious, almost as sweet as candy. Then he slipped his hat and shoes off. He ran a hand through his hair letting out a small hum. Much better.

Perospero went to begin his normal end-of-day routine. One, turn on nice and relaxing classical music. Today he was in the mood for something heavy on piano. Two, start to boil the water for his nightly cup of tea. He had a special herbal tea blend, it had camomile, mint, and a few other herds specially chosen to help him relax. Three, pick a book to read. Tonight he might skip this step. Four, steep his tea and sit down on his wonderfully comfortable recliner. Then he would sit there and relax for at least an hour.

"You look tired," a soft soothing voice disrupted Perospero's nightly routine.

Perospero felt a smile creep onto his lips, " hello my dear," he almost purred remembering he no longer had to spend his evenings alone. He turned to look at his lovely little wife. She was holding one of his mugs, it looked oversized in her much smaller hands. A soft smile comfortably plastered on her lips. She was in a cute little green baby doll dress that fell halfway down her thighs. She casually leaned against the door frame leading to the kitchen.

(Y/n) held the mug in her hands out to him, " I made you your tea." She said sheepishly, "I think I made it just the way you like it, but if I didn't please tell me." She looked down at her hands. It was stupid how nervous she felt about this gesture. It had been a week since she had properly moved into Perospero's home. It wasn't quite her home yet. Yes, she lived there but it still felt strange and new. She was trying to carve out a place for herself in her husband's life but felt nervous to overstep.

Perospero gaped for a moment, trying to find the right words. " I'll drink it whether you got it right or not," he grabbed the mug from her hands. He blew on his tea before taking a small sip. It was slightly sweeter than he usually took it, but still, it was good, "you went a tiny bit strong on the honey," his honest opinion slipped out," but it's wonderful," he quickly added, his eyes shooting to his poor wife's face. He hoped his careless words hadn't just crushed her.

"I'll go lighter on the hunny tomorrow," (y/n) offered, her voice was neutral but unsure.

"You know I think you might be too kind to me." Perospero took another sip of tea, " if you keep spoiling me, I'm going to go rotten." He relaxed again when she finally looked up and met his gaze. She was smiling again," I don't mind my tea being a little too sweet, I'd take my tea sickly sweet if it meant I didn't have to spend my evening alone."

"Well tomorrow I'll try again," (y/n) locked eyes with him, "but right now I think you should turn on your music and relax."

"So you have been mesmerizing my routine?" Perospero quirked a brow.

"Yes I have," (y/n) shrugged her shoulders. "You like having the structure, as your wife I should try and keep you comfortable. Now I'm sure your feet are killing you, let's go to the living room and you can tell me how your day went. If you want to at least" She gently pushed him toward the living room.

Perospero shook his head, how lucky was he? What on this big blue ball did he do to deserve this woman? He would have been fine if she lived their married life just humoring him with small talk every now and then but here she is, " if you keep this up I'm never going to fall out of the honeymoon phase," he gave in, and made his way to the living room. He quickly selected a sound dial to play before perching in his recliner.

"Is there anything else that might help you relax?" (Y/n) stood waiting for a reply.

"You are my wife, not my maid," Perospero appreciated what she was doing but he wanted her to be relaxed. He did not want his wife to feel she needed to wait on him hand and foot, “Come here and sit down.” he gestured toward the other couch.

(y/n) shuffled over to stand in front of him, “Could I maby sit on your lap?” she asked looking down at her feet.

Instead of giving his adorable wife a verbal answer he leaned forward and swept her off her feet picking her up and placing her on his lap, "you really are adorable," he mused planting teasing kisses all over her face.

"So how was your day?" (Y/n) squeaked out trying hard not to sound so flustered. She failed miserably.

"It was long, mother was more than demanding. Difuk managed to recklessly use his jeeny and destroyed a few ships. I've already put in an order for replacements. And then Flampe went on with her smear campaign on Katakuri. Truly that girl is rotten to the core. I really don't know why she's making such a big deal out of his mouth." Perospero groaned, "But truth be told it was nothing out of the usual." Perospero shighed, pulling (y/n) closer into his chest. He was enjoying the feeling of having (y/n) seated in his lap. She was a bit squeamish when it came to physical touch so he hadn't had many chances like this. He was glad to see her relaxing into the relationship, "how about you my candy, how was your day?"

"A little lonely," (y/n) snuggled into her towering husband, "I want to go out and see the island but I'm still a bit scared of the affiliates of your crew. I don't feel comfortable doing it alone. oh but don't worry I found fun here in the house. You have a very nice collection of books." She paused for a moment, "I wish I could do something to calm your family down. If that's a normal day for you I hate to think about what a bad day would be."

" I doubt anyone could calm down all of my siblings." Perospero wasn't sure how to comfort his wife. He understood her hesitation to trust the crews that served under the big mom pirates. She had grown up a civilian, she had no fighting experience, the woman was gentle and caring. All of it meant one thing, she would be vulnerable to any attack. He was glad she was aware of her vulnerability and cautious not to risk her safety but hated the thought of her feeling trapped in the house. He knew that not a soul would dare raise a hand to her on his island (or any other in totto land) but how could he expect her to believe that. He bit his lip before saying, " I promise you are safe to go anywhere you want in totto land. I don't blame you for not trusting the unsavory folks mother keeps around but only an absolute moron would try to hurt you. Everyone knows not to mess with the family." He sighed, " but why don't I see if one of my siblings will go out on a day trip with you tomorrow, or if I can get someone to cover my duties."

"That sounds nice." (Y/n) hummed before looking up into Perospero's chocolate colored eyes, "I know in theory I'm safe but my brain just won't accept it." She sat up and pecked his lips, she was ready for a subject change. She was feeling a bit bold, so for that little fire in her could go out she spoke "you know I really like your hair. I've always liked men with long hair."

Perospero felt his cheeks heating up, "is that so?" He asked, mindlessly letting one of his hands run up and down her back. He wasn't used to compliments, especially not ones said so casually.

"Yeah," (y/n) replied, " I always had day dreams of having a partner who let me play with their hair."

It did not take a rocket scientist to understand (y/n) wanted to play with Perospero's hair, he found it endearing how she was going about this. He closed his eyes and chuckled, "well not that I'd ever tell them but I did enjoy when my sisters would practice hairstyles on me." He wondered if she would ask him to play with his hair or if he'd have to offer it to her.

"Peros, would you mind me playing with your hair? I've been wanting to since our wedding." (Y/n) gave her husband some puppy dog eyes.

"Yes you can play with my hair." He answered her, trying not to laugh at just how cute she was being. The more she relaxed around him the cuter she got. Underneath her proper and polite demeanor was something so much better. His thoughts were only confirmed when he saw how excited she looked at his answer.

"I'll go grab a brush!" She smiled as she slipped off his lap and skittered out of the living room.

A wife. He never thought he'd have one, let alone one so amazing. Perospero smiled, staring after his wife. He felt a swell of pure joy in his chest. All those sweet and simple domestic fantasies he had in his younger years were bubbling back up to the top of his mind. This was going to be the best time of his life. He couldn't wait to see what other cute or sweet things the woman he married would do.

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