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mew-ya · 6 months

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hello everyone! i'm proud to share my halloween-themed fic for raven's (@swampstew) event, where writers all incorporated a costume + a character into a fic! at the end of the month on October 29th, there will be a vote to see who wins the costume contest! check out the other fics and get ready to vote when the time comes!

character: Charlotte Katakuri

warnings/notes: no warnings (SFW fic), so fluffy it hurts, non-gendered reader, gender neutral reader, reader is average human sized

length: 4,016 words

summary: Your employer, Charlotte Cracker, Minister of Biscuits, gives you a last-minute invite to the Charlotte family's yearly Halloween party. As a newer resident of Totto Land, you'd not yet been to one of the Charlotte family's reputed parties, so your curiosity led you to the foot of Whole Cake Island on the night of Halloween.

You’d heard the Charlotte family threw a party for every occasion. And based on your arrival at the foot of the great Whole Cake Island, Halloween was certainly no exception. Hosted by Big Mom herself, every candied and frosted structure was painstakingly decorated by Streusen and his team of chefs. The cakes lining the horizon were decorated in the colors black, orange, red. Creepily smiling bats, balloons in deep red, and cotton candy clouds of a deep blue filled the darkening sky, contrasted brightly against the orange sunset. Fake blood oozed from the frosted fences lining the cracker-laden paths that led you to the delicious town of Sweet City. The singing, dancing homies you’d grown accustomed to seeing were eerily silent, silence a rare and disturbing thing in the archipelago you’d come to reside in. You spotted a few homies who took the shape of gravestones, attracted by the only sound in the whole area beyond the plodding footsteps of other partygoers. The gravestone homies sang a dark dirge as they sullenly watched a shovel homie dig up a fresh grave. Even the juice river had been dyed red to look like blood, deep red reflecting on the horrible grins of the trees peering from the edge of the Seducing Woods.

Having once glimpsed the true darkness of Totto Land, you couldn’t help but wonder if its morbid, Halloween-themed makeover was the truest reflection of its nature. Memories flashed back to your initial arrival to the archipelago. You watched the man in front of you die as Big Mom’s Incarnation swiped the final months of his life as payment for his residency. Vivid memories of him collapsing to the floor with a final breath danced in your brain, followed by the hollow smile of the creature with its white glowing eyes. The creature you’d come to pay twice a year for your ability to live here.

You shuddered at the thought, shaking away the uncomfortable memories. You’d lived here for about 3 months, happily, but saw the hints of darkness creeping behind the picturesque frame of the candy-encrusted landscape…

Inside Whole Cake Chateau, the highest of extravagance was on full display. The smell as you stepped inside the massive cake building was perhaps the most memorable—powerful, luscious notes of candy corn, lollipops, gumdrops, marshmallow, chocolate all tickled your nose in unison yet each distinct. The large buffet table to your right was a mountain of confections modeled after zombie parts, skeletons, bat wings. The serving dishes were massive and well-stocked, an army of chefs and rook knights replacing every calorie taken from the table with finesse and speed. To your center, a red velvet chocolate fountain so large that it rivaled an Olympic swimming pool. Guests dotted every corner of the ballroom to your left, dressed from head-to-toe in expensive costumes of classic horror creatures, characters from the latest trends, jokes, and other displays of amazement and fantasy.

You recognized some of the partygoers, primarily from your work as a baker in the cracker bakery housed on Biscuits Island. Visitors from across the entire archipelago came to your workplace to place orders for customized cracker flooring—the area’s edible replacement for tile flooring. While most often you’d seen the Charlotte family’s aides and assistants placing orders at your workplace, some of them preferred to complete the work themselves. Charlotte Katakuri was one of them—an ominous figure he painted against the colorful showroom, tall, dark and quiet. But his attention to detail and patience with ordering the perfect set of cracker floors for each of his projects made you come to realize that there was more than meets the eye with him. He was a figure that intrigued you more than you’d care to admit, but you’d only ever seen him in a work setting. He was a person that you looked forward to seeing, though you held your feelings about him deep within—he seemed too perfect, too unobtainable.

Until today. The most extravagantly dressed you recognized as members of the Charlotte family, who were both the children of the land’s queen as well as its appointed politicians. Charlotte Smoothie stood out immediately, tall as ever, effervescent in a red and blue princely outfit, epaulets encrusted with rhinestones and a beautifully detailed sword laying at her hip, her hair in a low ponytail like a fairytale prince. Charlotte Compote was next to her in a vampiress costume, signature bowl hat filled with a deep red liquid like blood, hair adorned in a slick black wig, fangs poking from red lips, and a beautiful blood red gown, and they appeared to be discussing the décor in detail. Young children in a rainbow assortment of costumes swarmed around their feet, and given their appearances, you could only assume those were younger Charlotte children as they ran in circles at Compote’s feet. From a distance, you spotted a tall figure dressed as Frankenstein’s Monster chatting with a woman dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein, though most of their outfits were obscured by the crowd.

As you approached Compote, another regular of your cracker establishment, you heard Smoothie call out: “Katakuri!” and the Frankenstein’s Monster turned his head. You immediately saw that Katakuri’s skin was painted a pale green that made his pink hair, irises, and tattoo pop in contrast. Steel bolts were attached to each side of his head, and his mouth was covered, as usual, by a scarf, although this one was tattered and worn to fit the outfit. Before she could say anymore, Katakuri was there, crouching down and saying something to the children with a gentle, yet stern look in the eyes peering above his tattered scarf. The way they stopped and listened to him so intently was telling of their respect for him—could these be his own children? Ah, well. After he spoke to them, they became quiet and orderly, walking single file towards the pink candy spiral staircase leading up to the second floor. The woman dressed as his bride showed up behind him, cooing, “Oh Katakuri—you’re always so good with them.” With a nod of acknowledgement, he stood back up silently, and noticed you standing 15 feet from them, staring directly at him. He looked at you up and down, and blinked.

“You’re the one from Cracker’s bakery,” he uttered at you with the gentlest hint of a furrow in his brow. The woman dressed as Frankenstein’s Bride next to him grimaced, the wrinkles in her face scrunching to her brow as she failed to hide her frustration. You felt an ounce of hostility from her, and wondered if she had somehow noticed your fascination with Katakuri…

You nodded coyly in response and approached the group of large individuals, but before you could try to politely continue the conversation, you felt a smack on the flat of your back. A large figure leaned in next to you, grin penetrating a hole in the side of your face. “You made it! I’m so glad,” Cracker exclaimed a little too loudly in your ear.

Smoothie groaned, “speak of the devil…” and Cracker gave her a smirk as he acknowledged his siblings standing before him in a circle on the ballroom floor. You noticed Cracker wore a bordering childish lion costume with a mane created from craft paper. Compared to the other costumes, it didn’t make sense to you until you saw him later on in the evening next to the rest of the Wizard of Oz cast…Mont-d’Or in a scarecrow costume, Moscato in a tin man costume, and Poire in an adorable and well-crafted Dorothy costume. You had learned their names because they all stood together in a line to be judged at the costume contest you watched later in the evening.

The siblings bantered around you, discussing each others’ outfits, nearly forgetting you standing there, small in stature and already quiet to begin with. You craned your neck to follow the conversation going on in the air above you.

It struck you as a bit odd that Cracker invited you, one of many employees of his, to this party. There was no one else from your workplace you recognized. On top of that, the Charlotte family all in a single room was a party entirely on its own, without any need for additional guests. This party appeared to be much the same, thick with Charlotte blood, common folk mostly appearing in (Halloween-themed) serving garb, some friends and in-laws dotted between the unusual shapes and sizes of the Charlottes.

You mostly enjoyed yourself throughout the party, learning everyone’s names and becoming more familiar with Cracker’s close siblings. The woman Katakuri was with was named Brulee, though you spent most of the night averting your eyes from them, feeling awkward for having ever had a crush on him. Of course he had a wife, or a girlfriend, or whoever she was.

Instead, you paid attention to the costume contest put on by Perosperos and Charlotte Linlin. The contest’s comically large scroll full of rules that’d been penned throughout the years of their lives together as siblings was read through at the very beginning like a very boring educational speech. Poire explained to you that it basically boiled down to: “make your costume yourself, don’t use devil fruits, and anyone discovered cheating on either of those rules would be banned from participating in the costume contest forever.” After learning that, your eyes opened to the absolute craftsmanship of this family’s dedicated costumers. Even the worst costumes such as Cracker’s childish lion seemed less bad after considering the amount of work he had spent at a craft table, hot gluing whiskers to his hand-sewn furry hood.

You had come wearing a mummy costume, but it was store bought and nothing special. Just something cobbled together last minute in preparation for the party, so you had no reason to enter the contest.

There was no real prize beyond the ability to brag—but bragging rights were an incredibly important prize to the Charlottes, and doubly so when a party was involved. Even a cool woman such as Smoothie was swayed by its power, giving her all to craft the most beautifully detailed prince costume this year in the hopes of winning. A teenaged girl named Flampe was swarmed with chess knights all dressed up in the theme of her costume: a musician with all of her adoring fans. You weren’t really sure what popstar she was supposed to be—her skin was painted like a skeleton, hair curled densely, a large crown upon her head, heart shaped sunglasses resting on her head with an orange feather boa around her shoulders. She held a green guitar shaped like a shark that she never actually tried to play. Given how nearly everyone in the room watched her entrance and participation on the stage, you guessed it was someone famous.

Later on in the event, you noted that Katakuri and Brulee joined as a team with their matching Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein outfits. You wouldn’t have pegged Katakuri as the type to want bragging rights for anything, but the crowd’s response to them was incredible—for Katakuri in particular. Oven noticed your surprise. He leaned down to you and explained, “he’s been voted the most popular brother, after all. He’s cool, perfect, and utterly undefeated in battle.”

In the end, the costume contest voting boiled down into a popularity contest, as things so often do within the family’s politics. Charlotte Linlin, dressed in the most expensive and extravagant Queen costume, sat at the large chair behind the judge’s table and laughed her signature “mama-mama” when she counted the results. Flampe’s skeleton musician-themed group was the winner and she accepted the honor with the smallest amount of grace, followed by Katakuri and Brulee’s Frankenstein pair in second.

The party came to a close, its music dying down, the youngest children all retired to bed or gone home. You’d been invited upstairs into one of the many candy-rococo rooms in the upper echelons of the Whole Cake Chateau by Cracker, and sat on the floor with a grouping of older Charlottes and friends sitting in a circle, all laughing and chatting. Katakuri and the woman he was with were there.

You’d chosen dare. A bottle was spun in the middle of the group. Whoever it landed on would be the second player of 7 Minutes in Heaven—a game typically played by hormone-ridden teens looking to make out in a closet. But you were adults, joking around. You’d been recruited as the first player in a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven, which made you feel a bit uncomfortable—this was a party your boss invited you to, after all. You weren't usually a dare person either, but you’d never gotten to play spin the bottle growing up, so you figured why not. The gentle haze of an alcoholic beverage helped, too.

The bottle stopped. Of all the people in the circle, it pointed at Charlotte Katakuri. Brulee looked uncomfortable, but didn’t say anything—why would a married couple play this game? You thought to yourself. But in the single night you knew him, Perosperos was the one making up the rules, and he was a stickler for those. You decided not to protest. Maybe you’d stand silently in the closet for 7 minutes with the perfectly terrifying Katakuri as he gazed down upon you in the darkness.

Words were exchanged, and you were both sent to the closet for 7 minutes of heaven.

You entered the dark closet, shuffling in and out of a multitude of large dresses belonging to Charlotte Linlin, the fabric nearly engulfing you. The door shut behind you both, and a voice rang out, “timer starts now! Don’t get too naughty, you two!” followed by Brulee’s audible groan.

You heard Katakuri audibly gulp above you. The feelings of shock and nervousness had blinded you to his expressions, so now that you were smashed together in the dark, you had absolutely no read on him whatsoever.

So you quietly asked, “Katakuri…?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Why did you—aren’t you married? Isn’t this weird?” but you were interrupted by a large gloved hand on your shoulder, sending a wave of nervousness in a whirlwind through your body.

“I am not married,” he responded, simply.

You gulped, biting your lip.

“But, Brulee…?” you responded in your head, but the words didn’t come out. Somehow, he heard you anyway.

“Brulee is my sister. She likes scary movies a lot, so we dressed up for the contest.” He changed the subject. “I think your costume is nice,” he gestured, withdrawing his hand on your shoulder to touch the fabric with a respectful tap of his finger, unable to point in the darkness.

“Wait, then whose kids were—well...Okay. Thank you,” and you laughed a little as you went along with him. “If you’re wondering, I didn’t make it. The mummy wraps came pre-stained.”

“Oh?”

“I didn’t know you guys had all these rules. Hell, I didn’t even know there was a contest. I just grabbed something from one of the shops last minute. You did such a great job on your costume, I feel embarrassed for you to even have to look at me! Cracker didn’t even tell me about this party until the day before.”

Katakuri sighed. “Sorry.”

“What’re you apologizing for?”

“He invited you because of me.”

You didn’t understand what he meant. Katakuri continued.

“I…mentioned you once...” That revelation piqued your interest. He talked about you? Why?

Katakuri shifted his weight from one foot to another, causing some of the dresses around you to move. “Because I thought you were…cute.” The words choked out of him, you could almost feel the heat of his blushing cheeks radiating from above you as he spoke. He cleared his throat.

“Let’s talk about something else.”

An awkward silence filled the closet—he’d stunned you twice in a row, first with the truth about his relationship status, and second, that he’d requited your attraction. What to do?

Katakuri cleared his throat again, uncomfortable and trapped in a closet with his head nearly touching the ceiling, stuffed awkwardly against the shelf with the person he’d just admitted he liked. You wanted to respect his request to drop the subject, so you didn’t push it.

Following his earlier lead, you offered a compliment. “I like your costume too.” You lightly touched the thick canvas fabric of his baggy pants where they tucked into his heavy platform boots, outlining a patch stitched with wide embroidery thread. “You really made all this yourself?”

The leg under your hand shifted in its pants as Katakuri kneeled before you, pushing Big Mom’s hanging clothes surrounding you out of the way by sheer size of his frame. A protective arm rested on the floor next to you, and he uttered, “Yes. The rules are very explicit. You can incorporate basic, store-bought items such as shirts, pants, but they must be modified in some tangible way.”

“Is it okay if I touch?” you asked, not wanting to be too presumptuous. You continued, “I didn’t have much of a chance to look at your costume too closely, but it must be good if you won second place.”

“I worked hard on it, but I am not sure it was deserving of second place. You’re welcome to touch it.” The air felt less thick between you as the awkwardness simmered into a cool comfort.

You explored the details of his costume in the darkness, your hands small against the 16’ man’s frame. The large arm resting on the ground next to you was adorned in the sleeve of a thick blazer, artificially weathered by his own hands, its threads exposed and rough with rips and tears near the seams. Thickly woven patches were sewn into his entire suit using embroidery thread. The blazer was opened at the center to reveal his shirtless chest, and although you couldn’t feel it, you remembered how his skin had been carefully painted green around the pink tattoos, and how the juxtaposition of those two colors created such a bright and engaging contrast on his skin.

“Did you sew the patches with a machine? The detailing feels so even,” you asked as you felt the perfectly squared stitching, betraying the imperfect nature of the Frankenstein Monster.

“I sewed all of the modifications by hand, though the jacket and pants were something I had already owned. Have a couple of injuries on my fingers to prove it.” Katakuri replied as he twisted his wrist, opening his palm next to you.

“You? Injuries? One of your brothers told me you were undefeated. To think you’d been bested by a needle and thread…” Reaching down to his hand, you ran yours against his palm to the ends of his fingertips. He let out the lightest flinch when your hand pressed against a small needle injury at the end of his pointer finger.

“How the mighty fall,” he answered with a spark of amusement.

Resolving not to waste this private moment, he made a move.

Katakuri wrapped his hand around yours, and with the softest motion, pulled you in towards his body as he leaned his head down. You were close enough to him to feel the warmth radiating from his core. You swore you smelled a hint of fried dough. The ruggedly tattered scarf wrapped around his lower face tickled your skin as electricity grew between you and the seconds stretched into what felt like minutes. You were so close that you felt his breath on your nose, but the scarf stayed put as a barrier between you. You looked into the eyes you couldn’t see in the darkness, and yearned for the touch of his lips against yours.

Both yourself and Katakuri imagined the feel of each others’ lips pressed against skin, the taste, the touch, the smell—although you had no idea what his mouth looked like. He always covered it, so your imagination ran wild in the dark. You kissed the scarred and torn lips of the face you imagined in your head, then you kissed a mouth with sharp teeth so pointed that your own lips were cut in the process. Maybe he had big cute buck teeth under there that stuck through a pair of swollen lips. You kissed that too. Your imagination ran through the possibilities like a rolodex, and each was good, wonderous, and electric.

Meanwhile, Katakuri’s rolodex of imagined scenarios was not so idyllic. He imagined the multitude of ways in which you’d reject him, how you’d take his scarf from him and embarrass him, how you’d reveal the secret of his mouth to the entire world, painting a target on the backs of all his siblings. He remembered all of his past relationship failures, and most of all, he remembered the great bloody wound across his sister Brulee’s face as he stood there powerlessly. He froze.

The hesitation began to hang thick in the air like a fog, and you were nearly able to feel the discomfort circulating from his body. You weren’t sure what changed. Time had been dilating and you wondered how much longer the 7 minutes would last.

You took your chance.

You grasped his hand which held yours so gently but stiffly, and pulled it close enough to plant a sweet kiss upon the top of his painted knuckle. Underneath your lips, his body notably relaxed. The gesture brought him back to reality.

Katakuri’s eyes glinted with the color of the future, where he saw the moment the door opened to light, just moments away. In a flash, he pulled your hand through his scarf to his lips and returned the kiss so quickly that you could hardly process what might be under there by feel. He then stood straight up and gave you both a once over that lasted no more than a single second, any hair or mummy wrapping out of place put in its proper configuration by the quickest swipe of his finger. As if nothing had happened.

The door opened.

His siblings joked, poked, prodded, and laughed at what they thought may or may not had happened between the two of you. He spent the rest of the night avoiding your eyes, as if nothing had happened. Eventually, his siblings dropped the subject. Deep down, they were rooting for Katakuri—most of the older Charlotte children had already been married, through virtue (or iniquity) of arranged marriage. But perhaps the strongest and most perfect Charlotte, intentionally held from the world of political marriage, would be allowed to pick his own partner.

The party moved on. Other games were played, other topics broached, other siblings bullied and jested and the family was having a great time. Katakuri thought he’d gotten away with keeping up his perfect illusion that he’d kept his distance during the closet game, but sometime later, his eyes widened at you like plates, face turning red under his scarf, burning through the green face paint. He observed his hand and saw a hardly noticeable kiss mark on his knuckle. It’s already too late, he thought to himself.

Seconds later, Cracker’s burst of laughter turned the entire room to your face.

“Hold on, hold on! Your lips are GREEN!”

“GREEN?!”

“What did those two get up to…?”

“Katakuri! You DOG!”

Brulee looked concerned and attempted to play interference by standing between you and Katakuri to block the line of sight. She’d grown to be very protective of him, knowing that his hidden heart was kind and undeserving of the expectations those had thrust upon him. While she knew he was truly not the perfect being the world had decided him to be, she would do anything to help him protect that because it is what he had chose.

Despite Brulee getting in the center of it, the chatter raged on, the rumors spread, and you gained some kind of reputation. Your eyes met Katakuri’s as he leaned over Brulee to look at you. You furrowed your brows at each other.

The start of a beautiful relationship…

#charlotte katakuri x reader #multiple other charlotte family members appear as well!#one piece x reader #charlotte katakuri #katakuri #buggy's spooktacular special #mew writes

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quinloki · 7 months

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𝐵𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓎'𝓈 𝒮𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁!

This is my costume contest entry for @swampstew's costume contest event \o/

Characters: Marco, Ace, Reader Warnings: None (implied poly relationship) Notes: Reader is implied shorter-than-average as a gag for the characters they're dressing up as.

Word count: 696

Ace tugged at the button up collar, undoing the top button again. “I know I agreed, but I didn’t think you were going to shove me into five layers of clothes, (Y/N).” He grumbles a little as you hand him a dark blue and silver trimmed military style jacket.

“At this rate the gloves are going to be the death of you.” You reply with a smirk. “Marco’s wearing something similar, he’s not complaining.” You say as you help him get the gold braided cord around his right arm the correct way.

Marco was standing in front of a mirror in the blue and silver trimmed military uniform. He had it buttoned up correctly, the boots were shined, and the few accessories were in place as though he was actually part of the Amestris Empire. He was currently getting used to the plastic prop cigarette you’d provided him, trying to make it look natural and sort out how to keep it comfortable.

He’d gone so far as to make sure he was clean shaven for the part, combing back and trying to tame some of his hair so it was only a little spiky in the front.

“His flames don’t run hot.” Ace huffs. “And look at him, he’s preening.”

“You would be too, pretty boy, if you’d look in the mirror.” Marco says flatly, turning around and giving Ace a grin, managing to keep the cigarette where he wants it.

“You know, the Colonel often wears a long black coat in the series, if you want, I can go get it?” You offer, giving him a half-teasing, half-irritated smile.

He flinches a little, and then sighs in surrender. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry for complaining so much.” He offers up. “But why are you the main character?”

“Cause you two giants are too tall.” You assert, handing him a pair of gloves with thin red lines stitched into them. You’re wearing a black a-shirt, a thick brown belt, black pants and boots and a bright red coat with a black symbol stitched on the back. Thatch had helped you do the stitching, and it’d taken both of you a few months. It was beautiful work at least, and you were certainly going to get more use out of it than just this single contest event.

“Not that you have to be short to dress up as a short character.” You admit, checking your loose-braided blonde wig before putting it on. “But… this is my favorite character, and the two of you share a lot of physical traits with my other favorite characters, so it just worked out well. Too good to pass up.”

You finish getting your costume on and Ace nearly snorts trying not to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You question.

He puts a hand over his mouth trying to stifle a laugh and failing miserably. “N-noth-nothing!” He manages. “It’s just- hahahaha!”

Marco turns to look and grunts, nearly snorting as he tries not to laugh too.

“Heck, is something wrong?” You question, starting to panic a little.

“No, not at all.” Marco assures you.

“You look shorter than usual!” Ace finally blurts out, losing it entirely and cackling.

Your panic morphs into irritation. You start to say something, but Marco interjects.

“Those boots are even thicker than your usual shoes.” He states in disbelief. “It’s impressive, yoi.”

“Y-you’re both wearing boots too!” You stammer, suddenly painfully aware of your lack of height for the first time in months. “You’re just standing taller than usual, th-that’s all.”

You snatch a pair of white gloves out of Ace’s hands as he hands them over, still trying to contain his amusement. You grumble under your breath a little as you put the gloves on.

“Should’ve made you dress as the younger brother,” You huff. “Stick you in a big tin can all day.”

Ace’s gloved hand slips under your chin as he leans down from behind you. The rough texture sends a jolt down your back and you aren’t sure what to do with it. Before you can think on it he whispers into your ear.

“Don’t be mad, pipsqueak, I’ll make it up to you later.”

#costume contest stories #buggy's spooktacular special #one piece halloween #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace #marco the phoenix #marco the pineapple #x reader #reader insert

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gojo-mochi · 4 months

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Incoming call from: Softy

Softy's Birthday Bash Bonanza

(Opening Jan 7th) Limit 11/20

My bday coming up and I wanted to do a special event! However these drabble will most likely come out late so please be understanding with my time schedule~ I have a set of text messages prompts I always wanted to do and this seem like the perfect time to whip them out!

Rules: Don't have to be a follower/Off Anon/Age in Bio

Fandoms I write for: JJK & OP

Pick a Text message + a Character~

(Ex: "Daddy Long Dick is back in town" with Toji please!")

📞~Recieving

"Bebyy I swear I ddnt even watch porn after we brke up. I only used ur nudess"

"Keep arguing with me, it kinda turning me on"

"Hey ;), showering without me lul?"

"Keep acting like that and see how it plays out when I come back home."

"When do you think I should confess to Y/N?"

"I brought your favorite sweet, please open the door."

"Hey u wanna 👉👌?"

"*Dick Pic*"

"*Payment of $500 received* PLEASE TALK TO ME DONT TEXT THAT GUY"

"Daddy Long Dick is back in town, you up?"

“Please one nude…. Or I’ll die🥺🙏”

“Are you gonna behave? Or do I have to come home early tonight?”

“What’s your favorite flowers again? I need to know what to bring to your pussy funeral when I’m destroying it later tonight”

“I promise I’ll be good tonight, you won’t even need to use the muzzle on me this time.”

"I wanna be so deep down your throat that I can nut on your heart"

~Sending📞

"Keep acting like that and see how it plays out when I come back home." with Toji Fushiguro - @fushigurosdevinedogs

“I promise I’ll be good tonight, you won’t even need to use the muzzle on me this time.” with Gojo Satoru - @strawheart-pirate

“Keep acting like that and see how it plays out when I come back home” with Nanami @guilty-sugar

"Keep arguing with me, it kinda turning me on" with Toji @whispers-of-lilith

“Are you gonna behave? Or do I have to come home early tonight?” with Law @kazieai

"Keep arguing with me, it kinda turning me on" with Eustass Kid @quinloki

"I wanna be so deep down your throat that I can nut on your heart" with Eustass Kid @swampstew

"Daddy Long Dick is back in town, you up?" with Shanks @thus-spoke-lo

"I wanna be so deep down your throat that I can nut on your heart" with Marco @quinloki

"Keep arguing with me, it kinda turning me on" - With Zoro @mamaalpha

“Please one nude…. Or I’ll die🥺🙏” - With Ace @kazieai

#will add more later on #hard limit at 20 request but i prob wont get that much #softy talks to you (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ) (•᷄ •᷅ ;)#a little teaser for my event #dividers by cafekitsune #softy's bday event

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writing-yarn-goblin · 6 months

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In honor of @swampstew ‘s Buggy’s Spooktacular Event, here is what happen to Barto and the reader after the winner was decided:

“And the winner is…RUDOLPH THE RED NOSED REINDEER!”

When you saw the reindeer take off its mask to show Buggy you were in shock.

But then again- it was up to the party-goers to decide who one so for now- your surprised was then switched to a laugh. Knowing that he won fair and square.

The real dark horse…or deer of the competition.

As promised- you went to the changing tents to change to your back up. Sleek black shirt and joggers with skeleton bones on top and instead of using a mask, you decided to paint a quick skull in your face. Simple, tasteful and comfortable. You had gone to Bartolomeo’s tent to help him, taking off the makeup and costume he was wearing before the change. You painted his face, helped him with his hair and now you were just two skeletons in the party.

Tasteful.

You had gone together to take pictures, booths, take a LOT of pictures of the Strawhats and, as promised, snogged the green haired giant to your heart’s content.

His fangs were pressed against you and carefully made sure that you didn’t hurt yourself.

But you didn’t care.

You were now happily drunk, kissing your significant other as you heard the other monster mashers hoot and holler at you.

In all, it was a good Halloween despite the initial discord with the costumes two weeks ago.

The day after- you were a making coffee at the Ship’s kitchen. In your long sleeved shirt and shit pajama bottoms, with cute little teddy bear slippers.

Domestic bliss.

“G’morning, My honey.”

“Good morning, ‘Meo. We got a whole 365 days to think of next year’s costume.”

You only heard him laugh as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed a kiss against the hickey he left this morning before you left the bed.

“With you? I can’t wait.”

#reader insert #one piece #x reader #buggy’s spooktacular special #costume contest stories #we lost #but that’s okay #bartolomeo the cannibal #fluff #ficlet #short and sweet

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bulle-d-bulliver · 6 months

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BUGGY'S SPOOKTACULAR SPECIAL - The Four Musketeers

hey yall ! coming out a bit of my current silence on here (i have been busy with other stuff and interested with other fandoms for now)

i'm actually participating in @swampstew's writer collaboration :

Buggy's Spooktacular Special

9 writers came together to all write their own creation about characters and their halloween costumes. check out the post above to find their works !! make sure to reblog them all if you go through them and read them ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

♣

Fandom : One Piece Rating : Teens and Ups, SFW Pairing : Kin'emon/Reader, O-Tsuru/Reader, Kin'emon/O-Tsuru, Kin'emon & Kiku, O-Tsuru & Kiku, Reader & Kiku Tags : ☾Fluff, Birthday, Halloween, Costumes, Romance, Friendships, Found Family, Sword Fighting, Hand Holding, Hugs, Shishilian appears temporarily ☼Gender Neutral Reader, No pronouns used, Reader is written smaller than the three others, but no specified height or weight, Kiku picks up Reader at one point ✩Written with Kin'emon being a model or adjacent father figure to Kiku in mind, and O-Tsuru being a model figure to Kiku in mind. No specified dynamic between Reader and Kiku other than them being close friends considering each other family.

Summary :

Your birthday was the 31st of October.

A.k.a., Halloween, as you knew it, from out of Wano. It was decided the four of you would be in costume, to follow tradition. You'd be lying if this gigantic show of care and love from your loved ones didn't mean the world - the universe - to you.

Word Count : 5k3

Your birthday was the 31st of October.

A.k.a., Halloween, as you knew it, from out of Wano. But the country had been now more open to new things, new cultures, now that things were better. And with that came adopting, trying, or simply respecting, holidays and events from other cultures.

So Halloween was coming, and so was your birthday.

Upon deciding to proceed with this plan of fusing the two occasions, it was also decided the four of you would be in costume, to follow tradition - and please you, even if you had waved your hands frantically and assured them 'it's fine it's fine, you don't have to !'. They were plenty aware you were delighted by the idea, even with your backpedaling of it. So costumes it would be for the four of you. And individually handmade costumes, on top of that, would turn this into a fun challenge with an end result to look back on with delight and pride. Something to keep on display as a homage to a day that mattered not just for you, but for everyone.

You'd be lying if this gigantic show of care and love from your loved ones didn't mean the world - the universe - to you.

So there you all went on the search for ideas, one by one getting to the creation of your masterpieces.

♣

Kiku didn't search very far, for an idea, truthfully. She went with a demon - of course, of course, she had - but for this special occasion, and you who seemed to like Halloween so much, she wanted to do something different than what she knew. She decided to delve into different cultures, researching and preparing as much in advance of the work as she could. Kiku initially thought of going for a specific type of demon or demon equivalent from one culture, but she remembered you told her one day about how fun it was when doing character 'types' - to mold a vague concept into something that you owned and identified with. So, with that in mind, she decided to try this idea. Follow the general structure of what consisted of a demon in the fiction and myths of another culture - perhaps from the East Blue - but create her own... 'demon character'. It still matched the importance of it to her, but the challenge made it all the more exciting.

Kiku got to work fairly early on in the time she had until the deadline day. She actually had a pretty good knowledge on creating clothes; she'd had to learn that early on during her youth, and her time with O-Tsuru helped as well as the woman shaped her knowledge further when they had a few occasions for it. She was confident in her abilities to do it, and to find ways to succeed if she struggled.

The first step was the robe. It was black, in a thick tissue to keep some warmth but shaped in a way that created a lot of folds, enhanced with the thinly braided belt, using a golden yellow color for it to pop out. Kiku had gotten her hands on a material she had never worked with from out of Wano - golden and shiny, thin and slightly transparent - that she wanted to implement on the robe, but upon making mistake after mistake despite her careful efforts she decided to get Kin'emon's help. Kiku didn't ask him to do it for her, but to help her figure out the right way to go about it while applying the material. She didn't lose time to use what she'd just learned for her costume, adding on - the dress coming out gorgeous, looking a little otherworldly despite its simplicity. Adding onto it the detail she'd purposefully left space for : a tail, with a very thin, flexible piece of metal inside to keep it curved constantly, with the same shade of black as the robe. It ended in a bident, the two little spears at the end a sneaky little detail referring to Oden's two swords, a small tribute to her late caretaker and lord, bringing a tingle of bittersweet pride to her heart anytime her eyes landed on it.

Now came the part to make her more demon-looking. On her open back sat broken, black wings with only their stumps remaining like they'd been ripped off, speaking of a tragic event. She found it rather ironic : a parallel to her lost arm, her character losing a major limb but striving on despite it all. Kiku found it fitting.

She also added horns, that she made light enough to stay on her head which would keep it glued safely, but easy to get off, also black, long, and curved up then back. Golden paint spiraled around the horns, crossing onto each other and catching the light beautifully. With it, she modified an arm-length black glove to resemble claws, the fingertips replaced with curved talons dulled for safety.

Kiku initially thought to stop there when she was done, looking in the mirror to check if it all came together well. But it was missing something, something that felt like a key element. And as her eyes drifted to her blade, sitting safely on its holder... She knew what she needed to add to complete it.

The mask was painted black, the shape of it oh so different from what she knew, smooth except for vague shapes and cavities, for the eyes, nose, and mouth. The pitch blackness was as if looking into the void, a black hole, so deep it was hard to look away... And your eyes would be spiraling into hers, the skin around her eyes and the inside of the mask's eye holes painted white to strike. Kiku had considered adding gold to match the color palette, but decided against it.

Looking herself over in the mirror, Kiku nodded at her reflection. She felt extremely proud of the results and how gorgeous it came out. It wasn't perfect, a few mistakes visible. She was fine with it. She was glad for them, they weren't unwelcomed - Kiku worked hard for this, and hard work meant mistakes. It showed she tried despite hardships - and did it.

♣

Kin'emon wasn't sure what to do. He had full confidence in his skills and abilities when it came to clothing - his devil fruit wouldn't work as well if he didn't have an eye for good design and aesthetics. Sure, a lot of his fashion knowledge came from Wano... but he'd learned a lot, from the point he'd left to the future, and then made his way back to his homeland. Using his devil fruit only made his actual skills come in handy for something quickly done and temporary. And skills he had, a passion he didn't want to turn into more than that, something he was quite good at. Many people didn't expect him to be a person of arts, especially not a clothing designer.

Many ideas came to mind, but all of them were samurai-related, and yes, yes he could do that, he could, but he thought maybe he needed to be a little more clever than that. Maybe a lot more clever, something really inspiring, awestruck everyone, something breathtaking and... Back on track - Kin'emon needed to find the perfect idea. Because Kin'emon never did things half - okay maybe sometimes, especially his own self.

He was busier than he had anticipated during the time of creation of the costumes. Busy with matters, unfortunately, more pressing than a birthday event - ones that you even, on your own, pushed him to focus on when you'd noticed the situation - even if he was adamant he'd get it done; the samurai wasn't one to give up that easily.

Even so, he was left with a lot less time than he anticipated, especially since his family made sure to bully him to rest. Kin'emon sketched out many ideas, but too soon, there was already way too little time left to make the costume...

So he settled for a fire fox spirit. So, okay, not very clever, but it's very him, and it was at least something he knew he could get done before the deadline without having anyone chewing him out for overworking.

No- Actually- Screw that ! It was very clever, thank you, Kin'emon thought, when he looked at the kimono he'd created with his own hands. It took more time and effort than he'd figured without using his devil fruit... And okay, well, maybe it'd been a minute since he hadn't relied on it. So, sew him ! Fiery auburn with the bottom edges pitch black then blinding white, yellow freckles in places like fire particles, made using a shining thread he kept aside 'just in case' for a special project - this was more than special enough. The kimono was pretty simple but did the job, and Kin'emon liked it enough that he was now figuring he'd probably wear it as it was sometimes. The belt was the same color as the main one and kept in place an addition behind him : a furry, fluffy fox tail big enough to match Kin'emon's height and width. He had ears to match in his hair, the band hidden into its thickness, and his hands and feet were painted black like a fox's paws.

Yes. Not very clever, but also incredibly clever in a Kin'emon way, and it was good.

♣

O-Tsuru would very quickly assure she was very interested in the idea of this, enamored by the fun of it all. But she wasn't very enthralled to costume as something, rather more interested in using a theme as a base for a new outfit she'd create. She'd asked you when the idea was initially proposed, and you promised her she didn't need to go with a costume if she didn't want to, and putting together a new outfit, a special one for the occasion, worked just as well. It was about the fun of it all, after all, not for it to be stressed over traditions and rules that weren't important. O-Tsuru had been relieved - she knew you wouldn't shoot her down, if she asked, or get upset if she truly didn't want to - but she didn't want to potentially disappoint you either. She valued important dates, and it being your birthday... Well regardless, you were more than happy with this, so, so was she !

First came the step of deciding what to do, but she had way too many ideas to just go and already start on one. She made sketch after sketch of designs, then sorted through the ones she liked the most; choosing was hard, so she got O-Tama to help her, the girl immediately pointing to the design based on a white crane - O-Tsuru's favorite bird - and pointing to her at the same time, excited about this particular one because of the style of one of her kimonos, the one O-Tama was the most familiar with.

With decisive nods exchanged and a good warm hug before an offer for some food and tea together, she was ready to get to work.

Dedicated and hard-working were two adjectives everyone would use first when talking about O-Tsuru. This new project saw a new level of such qualities from her, resulting in her best work yet, in her honest - and very accurate opinion, from how self-critical she was for it. She juggled between her shop, her usual volunteering help around town, and her active social life without a sweat, as if she was gracefully throwing balls into the air and looping them between her hands. O-Tsuru knew when to take breaks to work on her design so she wouldn't mess up something by overworking herself or attempting to work while in the wrong state of mind to focus. The woman valued paying attention to details, in her creation just as much as her time.

It was with eyes shining with pride that O-Tsuru admired her completed handiwork, standing in front of a tall mirror. A pure white kimono with the added pattern to it being plants you'd find near rivers in a very simplistic style using a dulled, greyish blue, the painted plants reaching up from the bottom of the kimono to feel almost life-sized.

A large, pastel blue obi tied around her waist kept it all in place with the proper accessories to go with her kimono. To add to it all, she added golden jewelry, something simple, but a pop of color to bring it together.

But the masterwork of it all was around her shoulders. A coat flowed down her arms, kept in place with little rings at the ends looped around her middle fingers on each hand. The coat was so special because it was shaped like elegant, long crane wings, following the movement of her arms gracefully.

To both the coat and kimono, there was a very subtle, delicate, detailed work of feathers into the tissue. The crafted feathers could be felt faintly if one's fingers were to brush the clothes, catching the light in an almost ethereal way.

It was that modest detail in plain view, something registered by the brain but unable to readily describe, that made it all look so beautiful.

Once noticed, it really hit how much effort O-Tsuru put into it.

She didn't do any different make-up than her usual other than making it a little more visible. She wasn't looking to stand out in her 'costume', only wanting appreciation for her work, especially from her family.

♣

So came the early morning of your birthday and the holiday Wano had decided to celebrate to partake in new cultures.

The four of you were to meet once in the early morning at O-Tsuru's and Kin'emon's residence to show off your costumes before everyone took off to take care of their own personal affairs, then planned on meeting up again at late lunchtime in town to a restaurant you liked to start on the birthday celebrities.

You heard three voices as you opened the door, noting Kiku had gotten there before you had, and it was with a lot of barely-contained excitement that you rushed in to get a look at everyone. You gasped, a broad smile overtaking your face as a thrilled noise left you.

"You all did so good !" You praised your family, looking them over, making each of them spin to showcase their creations.

"You're not so bad yourself, my love," O-Tsuru mischievously answered, making you spin in turn, which you did with flourish.

"Musketeer huh ? We should have seen it coming," Kin'emon laughed, Kiku chuckling along with him.

Well, true enough, they really should have. Your little love for the swashbuckling genre was no secret to anyone who listened to you for more than a minute, so of course you had to try your hand at your very own romanticized musketeer attire ! It took a lot of effort and help from people who weren't those three to get it made, as you didn't have the experience to do that particular project, but you'd learned plenty and had ideas that ended up being pretty nice and brought it all together - something you were quite proud of.

"We'll be going now, to make sure we can get everything done," Kiku gently warned you, smiling. "I'm excited to spend your birthday with you."

Aw. Shucks.

"So am I !" You assured, hands on your hips. "I can't wait for it to be early afternoon and start it all."

Kin'emon sighed softly, one hand coming up to brush against your cheek with affection, big fingers smooshing your skin, an amused expression on his face, finding you seemingly endearing.

"We will see you then, my love."

"Don't tire yourself out too much before we meet again," O-Tsuru reminded you, a glint of smugness in her voice from the teasing.

"Aye aye, ma'am," you rolled your eyes at your partner, not without a smile.

The four of you broke off then, each to their respective plans for the morning.

You couldn't wait to see what this day had in store for you.

♣

Busy town with busy people, and not in a way that grated your ears and made your head buzz uncomfortably; rather, it was boisterous in a way that felt comfortable and homey, filled with happiness and laughter. It was nice. Very nice.

You were standing in front of the restaurant, away from the door to avoid bothering anyone wishing to enter or leave easily, people watching while waiting for your partners and your friend. A booming voice called out your name from the side of the street you weren't looking at, and when you turned with a smile to wave at Kin'emon... You found yourself dumbfounded, instead, blinking owlishly at the three figures walking toward you, stopping once they reached the restaurant.

You blinked a few more times, trying to understand what you were looking at.

It was Kiku, Kin'emon, and O-Tsuru, alright, but it was them in musketeers costumes matching yours.

"What ???" Was all you could muster, gesturing to their clothes with wild hands.

Kiku laughed behind her hand at your surprise, offering it for you to take, warming yours under her gloved palm.

"That book you like, it has three musketeers, and you told us people often make it four. Right ?" She explained slowly, letting you put it together.

"But ! What about your costumes ? You all worked so hard on them all, and they looked *so* good !" You protested.

"You're right ! We did. It is not wasted effort, my love. They will be used and appreciated, just not this afternoon." Kin'emon reassured you, patting your and Kiku's hand. You huffed at this, pouting, only a little genuine, mostly playful.

"I guess, then, that's fine."

"Do you not like it ?" Inquired Kiku.

"No, no ! I... I adore it. It's really sweet, and doing a group costume feels... I don't know, it's hard to explain. It feels, nice. Very nice." You smiled sweetly up at her, a little embarrassed.

"We promise we didn't waste our efforts and time, dear," O-Tsuru added, catching your eyes with hers. "But we also knew this would be a wonderful little birthday gift."

"You're right, it is. Thank you, all of you. I love this gift."

Sharing smiles and laughter, you entered the restaurant, it being well time to enjoy a good meal before going on your little town birthday escapade.

♣

Lunch went fairly quickly, even as you were scolded by O-Tsuru not to rush when you had choked on your food, much to the amused delight of Kiku and Kin'emon. It wasn't long before the four of you entered the heart of the festival put together to celebrate Autumn, in general, taking the occasion to try new things such as this.

Around you were many stands and activities, so much to see and share with excitement.

One particular stand, full of different teas in jars, and tea sets even, caught O-Tsuru's eye, as she let out a small 'oh !' of interest, Kiku excitedly bumping her shoulder into hers and hushing her over to the stand so they could look at it together. You were about to follow them, always adoring hearing your lover and friend gush about that interest of theirs, even if you sometimes got a bit lost, when a warm hand tugged on yours a little too eagerly; a proud Kin'emon grinned at you, eyes crinkling as he took you a bit further away, into a more spacious place not far from the stand where the others were at - it was on the end of the street, opening into a town square. You watched as he made a loud noise, getting people's attention, asking them to give a bit of space for the two of you. Everyone recognized him, all following along with his request, some grumbling but most looking amused and intrigued.

Kin'emon took a fencing stance, after getting his sword out, smiling brightly. Finding yourself dumbfounded again, for the second time this day, you drew your sword as well, taking position with clumsy confusion.

"Stance a little lacking, my love, don't you think ?" He teased.

You huffed, playfully, fixing it.

"It happens that I decided to add to our surprise for you. Granted, I had been planning this for far longer than our group costume decision... But still, it is rather fitting."

"You learned fencing ?" You sounded a little emotional as you asked.

"That I did, my love. Be ready !"

With a laugh, you prepared yourself for his little impromptu sparing session.

It was a short one, a small round or two only, not aiming to do much more than clash swords and try to make the other lose composure - or better, laugh.

Kin'emon showed to be skilled in this, more than someone who'd just picked it up, but he was a skilled swordsman, even if in a different form of it. But you got your fair amount of making him fumble, loving the way he'd exclaim and praise you.

There was no real winner, truthfully, less of a competition and more of a little duo dance of swords, only having a little fun until O-Tsuru called for the both of you, to continue through the festival.

You did get a quick peck on your cheek from Kin'emon, as you were making sure your safely put-away sword rested securely on your side.

"Thank you for indulging me, my love."

"It's not indulging you if you're the one offering such a sweet surprise, Kin'emon. Thank you." You chastised him softly while you took his hand in yours to tug him back to the group to continue forward.

♣

The next notable stop was when you reached an art stand, exposing various works on different medias, and different styles, showing the various artists that came together to bring this to the public eye for the festival.

It seemed the running theme was the late Oden, present in everything in some shape or form, even if vague. It brought you to a quiet thinking as you looked over the artworks, listening to Kiku and Kin'emon softly start a discussion about their deceased leader-slash-family.

A soft touch on your shoulder brought you out of your little bubble, your smiling partner pointing to the two with a sign to keep silent. You nodded, quietly moving away, letting them both have their moment. O-Tsuru held your hand in hers, once again nothing but soft touch, linking your fingers together. As lean as her fingers were, they were still bigger than yours due to her height, making your heart skip a bit at the notice of it.

O-Tsuru sat on a bench, graceful as always, inviting you to join her on her side, keeping your linked hands on her lap, her free one joining the other to cup yours, with a faint almost reverent intent to it. You felt more than flustered at the thought of such a thing, looking away and attempting - failing - to conceal the surprised little noise that escaped your lips. But you didn't stop yourself from slightly leaning against her side, a happy, wobbly smile making your cheeks look adorable.

With a hint of smugness, O-Tsuru decided to turn this into an assassination attempt via words, low voice keeping it private, just the two of you on that bench as the festival went on around you.

"Remember, always, how loved and cared for you are, by us, dear. Do not doubt it for a second." She eventually whispered, having enjoyed the way she'd made you flustered beyond recovery, deciding to give you a little break. "I love you very dearly, dear. So does he, very much. Kiku, just as well as us."

O-Tsuru followed her reminders with more praises, soft, watery rose words feeling like you were being hugged with affection, your skin tingling from the fluster you felt until you couldn't take it anymore, hiding your face under the brim of your hat, teeth biting on your bottom lip to stop yourself from whining out complains. You felt your lover shake with her hidden laughter more than heard her, but it was easy to imagine the glint in her eyes as she took in the sight of you unable to even know how to answer back, useless under a few sweet words of love and affection from her.

Hell, there were days where just meeting her gaze was enough to send you reeling into fluster land, especially with how O-Tsuru would hold it with a smile you knew meant... Well nothing specific per se, but the intent, intent such as this situation, of leaving you under a pile of little hearts that kept spurting out of your head as you simply drowned in them.

Instead now, with a little content sigh, O-Tsuru warmed your hand between hers as you waited for your family to get back to you, once they were done with their reminiscing, letting them take as long as needed - you were sitting in silence together, enjoying the closeness and the ambiance of it all...

...Little circles rubbed on your knuckles a clear enough 'I love you'.

♣

You'd found a stand with a large aquarium tub, filled with clear, healthy water, and the necessary environment for water creatures to thrive. To say you were currently fascinated by the colorful fishes swirling around it would be an understatement; it was like all your thoughts had vanished, replaced with only 'fish' in broad, bold letters in your mind.

So of course you were a little startled when a tall, strong lady decided to pick you up and steal you away with a giggle, like you were just a sack of potatoes to be delivered. Kiku quickly quieted down your whining by pointing to an adjacent stand... Game stand, you corrected yourself, currently being attempted to be won by Kin'emon, the big price being something related to cranes - all you could tell, from afar - next to a very amused O-Tsuru.

"Bet she's gonna win it herself after he miserably fails a hundred times ?" You snorted, looking up at Kiku.

"Oh, definitely. It would not be fun otherwise !" She laughed earnestly, putting you down.

The both of you settled to hang around where you'd paused, simply taking to people watching, taking a breath to just exist. You didn't always get a chance to, with how busy Kiku could get, often. You understood it well enough, being so as well with all the work needed around the country in so many various forms; you sighed and stretched, a little relieved to get a silent break with her.

You didn't mind either when she decided to break it with a call of your name before her question.

"What made you settle on the musketeer ?"

"Mmh," you thought, "I'm not sure. I actually have to admit I'm not that well-versed in the details of their history. I just liked the swashbuckling genre... But even then, I'm no professional connoisseur. A little silly to say, I'll give you that."

"Although, only a little." Kiku nudged your side with her hand. "Why pick it then ?"

"It feels me. Or something like that. People tend to associate the vibes of them with me, and I kind of did too. It just speaks to me, and I see myself in it even if I don't necessarily know a huge amount of information about it."

"I see. I can understand that, I think."

You hummed, letting her gather her answer.

"You do share many values of it. And, additionally, yes the aesthetic suits you." You both shared a chuckle. She proceeded to list a few things she thought matched well with you, from the genre and notions of it.

You shook your head a little, giving her an affectionate look that she offered back. Silently, without needing to say anything, the two of you exchanged a gentle hug. You decided to trade back some compliments to her yourself, equally, feeling her smile against your shoulder.

A cry of victory made you separate, turning to see Kin'emon cheering loudly.

"Times are changing, I suppose." Kiku ominously commented, making you snort once again.

♣

Fulfilling, memorable, treasurable. Words from many you could pick to describe what this day had been for you, leaving you tired in all the best ways, although you knew you'd probably pass out the moment you'd sit on a cushion once you all decided to make it back to Kin'emon's and O-Tsuru's residence.

Currently resting, giving your poor legs a break before you leave the festival for a more private birthday setting, you made a noise in the back of your throat, bringing the attention of your family back to you.

"I wanted to thank you guys. For today. And the surprises. And.. Well. For being in my life. Sappy stuff like that, you know." You managed to gradually say then huff out, a little embarrassed.

"Shouldn't we be the ones showering you in thanks and 'sappy stuff' ?" Remarked Kiku, not without a raised eyebrow and a toothy grin she hid behind a closed fist.

You threw your hands up, palms open.

"No more ! I beg. I think I'll explode."

Kin'emon laughed earnestly, visibly stopping himself from what he'd been apparently about to say, giving you an adoring look you chose to avoid, although not without a little smile his way first.

"At the very least, accept us cheering for today, dear." O-Tsuru objected.

You sighed playfully, giving in with a bow of your head, immediately followed by earnest words from all three.

Loudly interrupted by a surprised shout, from a voice you knew well.

Shishilian appraised you four with glowing pride, visibly pleased with your choice of costume. Kiku immediately offered a short explanation of the occasion and their surprise to you.

Of course, the lion didn't waste a second to then praise your choice, looking all too smug - faltering when you mentioned enjoying the romance in the fictional genre you so liked, changing the subject immediately with a grumpy grumble.

"How about we keep this moment immortalized, instead, now, mh ?" Shishilian offered, bringing confusion to you and your group. He gruffly showed what he'd been in town for - a brand new camera, one of those imported technologies they'd been able to get here thanks to some help. Your friend gestured to you all, with the camera, and taking the hint, the four of you gathered close, posing each in your own decided ways; by that you meant all three of them had their elegance and grace in their stances while you decided to be obnoxious to ruin the seriousness of it, at the last second, ending up looking goofy and dorky on the resulting photo. You were proud of yourself when you saw the way your lovers and friends appreciated the silliness in their own ways.

You weren't sure what the rest of the slowly finishing day had in store for you, or the next month, the end of the year, or the one after it... One thing you knew,

you were loved, and cared for, and there was no changing that, not anytime soon.

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"KID!" you squealed as the giant scooped you up from behind, burying his nose in your neck, softly kissing your skin until he reached your lips. Ravenous as he sweetly but impatiently kissed you, leaving traces of his favorite red shade smeared all over you.

"Hey," he finally whispered, kissing your cheek, "Get dressed, I'm taking you out. I have a whole day planned for us."

Killer: Hey gorgeous, it's good to hear your voice. Man I really miss you, actually we'll be docking very soon. Is it alright if I take up your day and night? Heh, you're so sweet. I'll be sticking around for a bit before the next trip, and I'd like to spend that time with you. Yeah? Awesome. I'll be there soon. I'm cooking you the best pasta you'll ever have!"

Killer did not specify which day he was visiting, which made you all the happier when someone knocked on your front door and it turned out to be your new beau. You giggled as he scooped you into a bear hug, your legs lifted off the ground by his strength and height difference.

"Mmmm there she is," he sighed behind his face mask, nuzzling your face to push the fabric away. "Gods I missed the way you feel in my hands," he kissed your cheek softly.

"Kiiilllller not outside," you whine.

"As you wish," he huffed, rushing inside and kicking your door close as you left out a delighted shriek. "We won't be cooped up in here all the time though, I think I owe my girl some spoiling and pampering."

Law: Hey. It's been a while hasn't it? How are you? Thanks, I'm doing ok, I'll be better when we dock on land. The crew is going to do their own thing but I'm hoping I can stay with you and make up for lost time. Yeah? I like the sound of tha--wait, dancing? You know I can--tch--Shachi needs the phone. We'll talk when I see you. No, you're not convincing me to go dancing.

Bitch he thought.

Law landed on your island and it took all of 2 hours before you dragged him to the comic book store. A simple route to throw him off his game - so when your day trip transitioned to lunch date, to at-home-nap, to dinner with friends, to the rave party down the block, he couldn't help himself but follow you into the booming building. All it took was some peer pressure, shots, a lot of tequila, and some glow in the dark bracelets. He's down so bad for you.

Zoro: Hello? Is this thing even on? Oh you can hear me! Good. We'll be on dry land soon enough, and if you want to hang out or whatever, I'm ok with doing that. TCH No, I don't need you to pick me up, I can find your place on my own. Yes I'm sure! I--hm I have to go, the stupid cook needs the snail. I uhm, look forward to seeing you.

You were pleasantly surprised to find Zoro on your doorstep, on time exactly like he said he would be. You didn't miss the way Franky zoomed away on his motorcycle, all sly-like.

"Told you I knew my way around," the swordsman scratched the back of his head, a pink hue grew on his cheeks as his eyes looked everywhere but you.

"Sure, sure whatever you say Marimo," you grin cheekily, and that made him more flustered.

"TCH, annoying ass. Look we don't have to hangout--"

"Shut up, annoying man!" you bite back, the curve of your lips growing wider as you antagonize your crush.

With a huff, Zoro finally looks you in the eye, the blush on his face deepening, "With an attitude like that, I know exactly what we're going to do first. Hope you still have your sparring gloves."

Sanji: MON CHERIEEEEE!!! I've missed you every day like a plant misses the sun on a rainy day. We'll be making port in a day and I can't wait to show up on your doorstep with my heart - no, not literally, I know that freaked you out the last time. Do you need me to pick up anything? You always say 'no its ok,' but I swear you're never inconveniencing me! I swear on the mosshead's life! I'll see you soon my love.

As promised, Sanji appeared on your front porch carrying a picnic basket full of goods and trinkets he brought from his travels. Delighted, you threw your arms over him and he swung you around once before planting a big kiss on your cheek.

"Oh, I've brought a friend if that's ok," Sanji whispered in your ear.

You looked behind him to find a shy little cow trailing behind the French cook.

"Of course," you squealed happily, "Everyone is always welcome here. Let's warm up some milk for this baby to eat."

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swampstew · 4 months

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1-800-GRANDLINEBLING • 1K+ Follower Event - CLOSED

Your pirate beaux is calling to weasel out what a perfect date is for you

To celebrate this 1K follower milestone, I am opening up a phone line for the crews! Hotline is open from January 29-February 2, 2024, with a cap of 25 phone calls - first come first serve. Follower only event, and please do not make event requests before the 29th.

Rules: Followers can request any character from the Kid Pirates, Straw Hat Pirates or Heart Pirates crew ONLY. When making requests, please include your pronouns, your blorbo of choice, relationship status/trope (i.e. dating, long-term relationship, situationship, FWB, flirty but not a thing, enemies to lovers, love/hate, etc.), 5 of your favorite activities/hobbies, and your top 2 aesthetics (i.e. cottagecore, fairycore, emocore, grunge alt, etc.)

You can find trope ideas at this link

What you get: A Pinterest mood board of your 'date' along with a poetry quote or maybe a short drabble! PLUS - an OP style den den mushi of your blorbo! Requesters will start receiving their mood boards after the deadline ends.

Shell Phone Calls:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

#Raven announces #1-800-grandlinebling #call me on my shell phone event #follower milestone event #one piece fandom #swampstew events #kid pirates #straw hat pirates #heart pirates #eustass kid #trafalgar law #straw hat luffy #den den mushi customizations

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swampstew · 4 months

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Valentines Day Event - closed

Rules: use the below event ticket and submit it to my ask/submission box from February 2-10, 2024 with your blorbo of choice - any adult character in One Piece, can repeat characters. Up to 25 cards available! No anon submissions cause then I can't send you a card.

This event opens up on February 2 and runs through the 10th. On Valentine's Day, you'll find an OP themed card in your ask box/DM!

Any ticket requests submitted before Feb. 2 risk being deleted.

Must use event ticket to be considered for entry during event deadline

Valentine Cards ♡

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swampstew · 3 months

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You are now being connected to your boyfriend…

Purururu purururu puru—

"Hey," he finally whispered, kissing your cheek, "Get dressed, I'm taking you out. I have a whole day planned for us."

#eustass kid #1-800-grandlinebling #call me on my shell phone event #follower milestone event #swampstew events #reader insert #eustasscaptainkid #raven's silly events #eustass kid x you

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swampstew · 2 months

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1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone

To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 3 of 3 ~ X reader with Franky, Brook, Zoro, and X2 Law for @lil-skelly-bones @starblazer124 @sunshinegat0r @strawheart-pirate @writing-yarn-goblin Part 1 | Part 2

You are now being connected to...

Purururu purururu puru—

Franky: What's cookin' good lookin'? My crew is going to be making port in a few days and I wanted to know if you want to hang out. I mean, only if you enjoy going to shows and concerts and stuff. You know me, I always bring the party. Stop playing, you know you love hanging out with me. Heh is that so? Alright, I can do that. I look forward to seeing you. We're gonna have a SUPER Great Time!

Maybe the best thing I've ever done was wait. I made an art form out of endurance. You were worth every single moment - Tyler Knott Gregson

Brook: Yo-ho-ho! Hello my dear, I deeply apologize for the lag in communications recently. The lines were dead, just like me! :D Thankfully, we'll be reaching land in a days time and I was hoping you'd have some freedom in your schedule to pencil me in! You do? Wonderful! I'll be there posthaste. I've brought you some more trinkets and oddities I think you'll enjoy, and as always, I'm the oddest! YOHOHOHO

A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you ― Elbert Hubbard

Zoro: Hey, how have you been? Good, listen um I'll be in your area and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. I know you like going to the botanical gardens and I know there are some you've been wanting to go to, I can take you if--oh? Yeah no sure, that sounds good. Alright, I'll see you in two days. Yeah yeah I missed you too...

You weren't surprised when you got a follow up call to pick Zoro up. Allegedly, there had been an issue with his transportation and when you pulled up to the scene, you were very confused about the minivan full of yarn and wool that Zoro was resting on.

"Hey! This was my ride until it broke down. I replaced the tires but I don't know shit about engines so we called roadside assistance. As thanks for the tire replacement, these ladies will give you as many spools of fiber you want. Go nuts."

With an excited squeal, you picked a conservative number of spools before throwing your arms around the Marimo who blushed profusely. He helped carry them to your car and the two of you began your trek to the botanical gardens.

The first stop - and to Zoro's horror - an outdoor garden with a hedge maze.

After getting lost and hitting your sixth dead end, he let out a frustrated sigh, " You're supposed to be the one with directional skills."

"I wanted to see how bad with directions you really are," you teased him back.

"Heh, well now you know I'm unreliable," he gave you a sheepish smile. "Speaking of, I know you said you had some accrued vacation time. I was wondering if you'd like to come with us on our next voyage. We ship out next week. I could use really use the help to not get lost...if that's something you're into..."

You didn't waste a second, "Yes! I mean, if you really want me to come with."

Zoro gave you a surprised look, "TCH of course I want that, why do you think I asked? It sucks being away from my---," he looked at you with wide eyes, "My...my..." he trailed off.

"Your what?" you asked with big does eyes.

"From...us...you..." he finally drawled out. The seconds dragged before Zoro put on a brave face and tentatively kissed you for the first time. "So if you want to like...be with me or whatever...you should travel with me."

Law: Hey honey, I hope you've been well. Listen, I'll be coming ashore sooner than expected so don't make any plans alright? I want to take you out and spend all my shore time with you before the next trip. I'm looking forward to cuddling in bed and trying out those new restaurants you told me about. I also picked up an indie game from the last island I visited, I know you're going to love it. I'll see you soon!

There is something about falling in love with a beautiful mind that makes me crave their skin. As if gripping onto the back of his shoulders whilst my body is pressed beneath his is all I've left to save me from drowning - Cindy Cherie

Law: Buenas tardes, amorsita. Did you eat lunch already? Good, good. No, I'm not doctoring you - I'm just making sure my girl is doing well. Can't help it. Heh - you're always spicy, mami. I'll be visiting in a few days, can I take you out? Really, I can stay with you? You're so sweet. Ok, can't wait to spoil you when I see you. Vegan donuts? Say less, I'm there! See you soon.

"Here, I know it's not that cold out, but you'll need it for later," Law smirked at you as he handed you an oversized bag. Opening it, you found a magenta colored fur coat - not all the different from his own blue coat.

"Oh? What's going on later?"

"Nope, you're not allowed to ask questions. Go pack a bag and I'll set up lunch. I also got you this cute headset for when we game together," he said with a shy smirk.

You knew Law was a romantic, deep down, and it was so cute seeing himself open up like that to you, so early in your new relationship too.

"Let's just say, I'm going to sweep you off your feet tonight, and every night we spend together."

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swampstew · 3 months

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Hello My Rose 🥀! May I please request a direct line to Killer for the Call Me On My Shell Phone event? My pronouns are she/her, our relationship status is new couple from friends to lovers, my 5 favorite activities/hobbies are: stargazing, reading, shopping, designing clothes, and being a homebody. My main aesthetic is comfortable cute. Thank you so much and congrats on your milestones!! WUV YOUUUUUU

My queen, my goddess - I would go through heaven and hell to give you whatever you want♥ One shell phone call with Killer, served on a gold plated platter for you, my one and only♥

You are now being connected to your new mans…

Pururu—

"Mmmm there she is," he sighed behind his face mask, nuzzling your face to push the fabric away. "Gods I missed the way you feel in my hands," he kissed your cheek softly.

"Kiiilllller not outside," you whine.

#massacre soldier killer #1-800-grandlinebling #call me on my shell phone event #follower milestone event #swampstew events #reader insert #raven's silly events #killer one piece #killer x you

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swampstew · 3 months

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1-800-GRANDLINEBLING is LIVE!

Want to participate? Below is an example of how to submit a request and how it will be answered. Please make sure you follow the event rules before submitting. The hotline is only active between January 29-February 2, 2024.

Submitting a request:

Hi Raven! May I please request a direct line to Eustass Kid for the Call Me On My Shell Phone event? My pronouns are she/her, our relationship status is long-term relationship from friends to lovers, my 5 favorite activities/hobbies are: literally anything on the beach, going to concerts, getting tattoos, axe or knife throwing, and being a homebody. My top 2 aesthetics are grunge and soft/romantic. Thank you so much and congrats on your milestones!!

You are now being connected to your boyfriend…

Purururu purururu puru—

posting my own drabble later ;)

Remember, there is a cap of 25 calls for this event, first come first serve. You must be following to participate. Have fun!

#Raven's silly events #1-800-grandlinebling #call me on my shell phone event #follower milestone event #one piece fandom #swampstew events #kid pirates #straw hat pirates #heart pirates #eustass kid #trafalgar law #straw hat luffy #den den mushi customizations #x reader #eustass kid x reader

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swampstew · 2 months

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1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone

To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 2 of 3 ~ X reader with Robin, Law, Shachi, and Zoro for @yamat0 @lady-of-endless @fandomsallthetime94 @zoros-sheath Part 1 | Part 3

You are now being connected to...

Purururu purururu puru—

Robin: Hello my dear, it's so good to hear your voice. The days are long but not as long as the time I've spent away from you. We'll be reaching land very soon and I would like to take you away for some quality girl time. I just know that you'll love what I have planned for you - we're so alike how can I not know your heart's desires? See you soon, sweetie!

You intended to meet Robin at the dockyard to pick her up, but the weather decided to turn before you could step foot outside your house. Unsure of how to meet up, you were pleasantly surprised when a knock on your front door revealed your girlfriend standing under an umbrella big enough for two. Her presence in itself was a present.

The sky itself seemed to shift in mood as the dreary clouds slowly shifted away to reveal a partially clouded sky and a slight rainbow over the bridge in your neighborhood.

"My my, I shouldn't be surprised that the weather would clear up for my beautiful partner," Robin cooed with a wink that made you weak in the knees.

She reached out to hold your hand, bringing it to her lips where she pressed a soft kiss to the back of your palm.

"Let's change into something more comfortable so you can properly enjoy the date I'm going to take you on."

Law: Hey, how have you been? Have you been keeping up with the research papers I've been sending you? Good, I wanted to talk to you about the results of one test for PTSD that I wanted to explore more in depth. That said, we'll be on dry land in a day or two - will you be free to meet up? Tch, just because we're dating doesn't mean I shouldn't ask and check in to make sure that's all right! Well good! I'll see you soon - don't forget to keep up with your training, I've been practicing too.

“With the woman in my arms who was supposed to be my enemy, I closed my eyes and let the darkness engulf me.” ― J.C. Böhme

Shachi: Hellllloooo my beloved! I'm sorry it's been 197,523,685 minutes since I've talked to you. Being in a submarine makes it hard to do long distance calls, I know you understand yet I can't help but feel bad about it. You know what will cheer us both up? If I visit you for a week or so...YEAH? I'm glad to hear that excites you - I'll be making port in a few days so I'll be at your door with the spoopy goods. See you soon my love!!!!!

She was like a fire, and despite the danger that I could see, I ran straight toward it and plunged into the flames without a second thought. My mind tricked me into thinking that the dangerous heat was comforting and secure. I could feel the heat singe my skin. I was lost in its beauty and danger, completely consumed by the flames ― J.C. Böhme

Zoro: Woman, for the last time I AM NOT LO-- *horn blaring* *announcer mentions drop off at a port in the opposite end of your residence* TCH. I TOOK A DETOUR! For reasons! That I am not telling you until I see you! No I don't need to be picked up, how else can I uh-surprise you with my gift? You can't! SO! I'll see you in....a day. Fine, I'll share my location when I'm on my way so you don't have a stroke - sheesh. *grumbles affectionately* Yeah I love you too. See you soon.

You were actually surprised when Zoro knocked on your front door, on the exact day and around the same time he said he'd be at your home. In his hand, a bouquet of your favorite flowers - flowers you knew weren't quite in season and now it made sense he was in a different port. Unless of course, he was there by accident and used the flowers as an excuse. Nope, not gonna dwell on that.

You invited him in for some lunch you carefully plated on the long wooden table in your dining room. He spent time telling you about his adventures, the loot he gathered, and the things he came across he thought you might enjoy. As the sun set behind your bay window, Zoro let out a yawn before bending down to pick up the orange cat nuzzling his leg.

"I'll be here for a while until the Captain decides to leave. Until then, how about you and I spend some quality time together? Starting tomorrow, we can go down to the spring lake and eat lunch, I can exercise and you can read and not ogle me like you pretend to," Zoro said with a smirk.

You playfully smacked his bicep, "I can ogle you anytime I want, HUSBAND."

#1-800-grandlinebling #call me on my shell phone event #follower milestone event #one piece fandom #swampstew events #straw hat pirates #heart pirates #trafalgar law #den den mushi customizations #nico robin #devil child nico robin #robin x reader #x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece shachi #roronoa zoro #pirate hunter zoro #roronoa zoro x reader

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swampstew · 2 months

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(I FUCKED UP THE LAST ONE LEMME TRY THIS AGAIN!) Hi Raven! I'm trying to reach my idiot husband, Zoro. Pretty sure he got lost again. Just want to hear that he's okay and where I need to go to pick him up. My aesthetic is cottagecore and romantic things. I love cooking and sewing, and my favorite flowers are daises and delphiniums. Blue and Green are two of my favorite colors. Just tell my idiot husband to call already. He's not answering his phone. (I know he's going to tell me he ain't lost. I need to put a gps tracker on that man...) Please tag my side blog when posted 💖

Hey Mama, when I post these calls in a different post (maybe that's how I shoulda posted these all along XD) I'll tag your sideblog! I felt compelled to answer each ask with requests heheheh

You are now being connected to your idiot (affectionately) …

Purururu puru—

You playfully smacked his bicep, "I can ogle you anytime I want, HUSBAND."

#zoro x you #1-800-grandlinebling #call me on my shell phone event #follower milestone event #swampstew events #reader insert #raven's silly events #roronoa zoro #pirate hunter zoro

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swampstew · 3 months

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hello beloved raven!! congrats on 1000!! for your grandline bling i think i finally have an idea

nico robin/she or they i dont mind!!/insta love (im using that link you included hehe)/hobbies ahh i guess reading, video games, knitting, bird watching, gardening (i also like looking for bones in the woods but idk what that would be called lol)/and aesthetics hmmm i guess 70s and hobbitcore (we can thank rachel maksy for this i almost said whiskey grandpa aesthetic LMAO)

you deserve a million more followers thanks for being you and loving our favorite cranky red head!! <333

hello my sweetums - you want Nico Robin and Robin wants you back ;) sidenote I also love these things and if you lived near me I would 100% do these things with you for the funsies♥

You are now being connected to your sweetie...

Purururu purur—

The sky itself seemed to shift in mood as the dreary clouds slowly shifted away to reveal a partially clouded sky and a slight rainbow over the bridge in your neighborhood.

"My my, I shouldn't be surprised that the weather would clear up for my beautiful partner," Robin cooed with a wink that made you weak in the knees.

She reached out to hold your hand, bringing it to her lips where she pressed a soft kiss to the back of your palm.

"Let's change into something more comfortable so you can properly enjoy the date I'm going to take you on."