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IF I WAS EVER IN A ONE PIECE SITUATION WHERE SIR CROCODILE AND DOFLAMINGO FALL INTO THE SEA AND THEY CANNOT SWIM (because they are devil fruit users) JUST SO YOU GUYS KNOW

I'LL SAVE SIR CROCODILE WITH NO HESITATION AND CONSIDERATION TO SAVE THE OTHER GUY 😭 he can help himself 😭 i know croco is like a damned villain as well but my man can style himself and I can prolly look at him eye to eye 🫦

but if you asked me who would i save between gecko moria and doffy? i would save my time and effort 🤭😎

(I WOULD SAVE BOA HANCOCK W/O ANY HESITATION AS WELL, SHE HAS ME ON TIGHT GRIP)

"Dirty Secret"

This is a short scene that I was writing for another OP character that I really love. Enter Gecko Moria. Enjoy. NSFW content.

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“Someone took you for a fool, captain”, you turned to look up at your captain Gecko Moria. “From what I can see, these are not some ancient texts that will help you to strengthen your zombies and summons.” - “What do you mean?!” he screeched. “What I have translated so far has NOTHING to do with any zombies, necromancy or anything even related to death.” - “Keep translating!” - “As you wish, captain.”

The more you translated, the more it was obvious that someone sold your captain some very explicit romance books. If the whole situation weren’t so funny you would blush every second sentence you had to translate. But your laughter while translating was not received well. Gecko Moria was basically breathing down your neck to make you hurry up. You could already imagine the absolute meltdown he would have, when he saw what the texts said. At least you were sure there was one person on this ship who would get a kick out of those scripts, Absalom. You were impressed how one could fill a whole book with so much smut and kink, let alone a whole series of books that were still waiting for you to translate them. You just hoped the seller was already far away, otherwise you were sure your captain would tear him to shreds. “What does it say!?” Moria asked impatiently. “I can’t tell you anything more than 5 minutes ago! I need time for this! You can’t expect me to be done with a whole ass book in 30 minutes!”, you spat back. “You should hurry up, then! Maybe your shadow would be faster...” he growled with implied threat. “Don’t pressure me! Do you want to translate it yourself? Let’s see how that goes!” you snapped at him. You could see the anger in his eyes, he was this close to just exploding on you. “How about you go and do something else and I’ll find you the moment the first book is fully translated” , you offered. Moria balled his fists, but then turned around and furiously stomped away, making the supplies on your desk jump in the air. You let out a relieved sigh. Without Moria pacing behind you this was going to go much smoother.

After a few hours the first book was fully translated. The contents were so dirty that you felt like taking a shower to just get that icky feeling off, but you had to find your master first. To your dismay he was not alone when you found him. Dr. Hogback, Absalom and even Perona were with him, they probably just had a small meeting without you, it didn't matter. You went up to him and gave him your notes. Moria scowled at you “Read it to me!” he ordered and handed you your notes back. Suddenly a pit opened in your stomach… you had to read THAT… OUT LOUD? “Do I have to? I believe it would be best if you took a look at it first, before-” - “READ IT!” You took a deep breath “Okay.” The words before your eyes were starting to swim, maybe you had a stroke… no, you were just embarrassed. Oh well, what’s the worst that could happen. “‘You’re such a good sl*t’, he praised her as his d*ck slid in and out of her wet p*ssy. ‘Can you take even more of me?’ he licked two of his fingers suggestively and slid them inside her pink b*tthole…” while you were reading, you could vaguely make out Perona clasping her hands in front of her mouth, and Absalom’s and Hogback’s jaws hitting the floor. It didn’t take long for Perona to run out of the room, but you heard no reaction from the other three men, so you just kept reading. “-hands and legs bound to the bedposts, her legs sprawled out baring her juicy p*ssy. He took it for an invitation and dived right in, slobbering-” - “Enough…” it was said with a low and almost weak tone. “Huh?”, you asked. “I said Enough!” Gecko Moria said louder with shocked annoyance. “Does the whole book contain this… sort of content?” he asked with a hint of defeat in his voice. “Yes. Do you still want me to translate the other works?” - “YES!” Absalom screamed eagerly. Everyone turned to look at him. “I… I mean, p-perhaps the others contain something d-different? And you could never know if the author hasn’t hidden some valuable information deep in these folds-err pages. Pages.” Absalom corrected himself. You looked up at Gecko Moria. He was still looking at Absalom with a slightly disgusted look on his face. When he turned to you he gave you just a small nod and waved his hand to dismiss you.

It took you a few days to be done with all the books. As you had expected every single one of them was filled to the brim with sexual stuff. When you showed Moria he was going through the 5 stages of grief, which amused you to great extent, but you didn’t dare to say that out loud.

Since that fateful day that Moria made you read the naughty texts aloud, Perona didn’t look you in the eyes anymore and tried her best avoiding you. You noticed that from time to time your notes would disappear and reappear. You suspected that it was Absalom, who kept taking your translations. It didn’t matter, since there was no useful information hidden in the pages, just smutty porn. That was until one day you caught Dr. Hogback in his laboratory looking at some papers that seemed familiar. He was so zoned out that he didn’t notice you entering at first. So when you greeted him, he screamed out loud, frantically trying to hide the papers behind his back. Dr. Hogback was very flustered and you couldn’t help but laugh a little at his expense. Nice person that you were, you didn’t address it directly and left shortly after.

The thing that made you do a double take, though, was the stack of papers looking out from underneath your master’s pillow. You had gone with the smaller zombies to wake him up for a nightly hunt, because a ship had gotten caught in the Thriller Bark’s spider net and its crew was running around the premise. It was unmistakably your handwriting on the pages. No way! This was getting out of hand! Now, you had basically ascended to the status of “local porn dealer”.

When he woke up he saw the look in your face. Amused and knowing. When Gecko Moria followed your gaze and saw what you had been looking at he got red in the face. It was like a bucket of cold water was thrown over him. You were suppressing a laugh and turned to leave.

Gecko Moria had the approach of “If I keep quiet, it will go away”. You knew better. The next day when everyone was gathered around the long dining table, you couldn’t keep quiet. You sat next to your captain, so you leaned over and asked him nonchalantly: “Read anything good lately, master Moria?” The food he had just been chewing flew out of his mouth with mach 1 speed and he looked at you with wide and furious eyes. “No? Aww, that’s sad. Maybe I could hook you up with some good stuff. I have recently translated some very interesting books…”, you followed. Perona turned away to face the wall. Absalom started violently coughing and Dr. Hogback was rapidly hitting Absalom’s back, avoiding to look in your and Moria’s direction. You tried so hard to contain the laugh that was threatening to break out of your chest. Moria’s eyes were almost falling out of their sockets by now, fists clenched. “What?! I was just keeping the conversation alive” you said while suppressing the tug you felt on the corners of your mouth. You sensed that Moria was close to ripping you to shreds, so you stood up “If you need any more material for personal research, hit me up. See you later” you said quickly and hastily left the room. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your loud laughter echoed through the hall as you left. A plate shattered on the wall behind you and you knew it hadn’t been Cindry to throw it, which only made you laugh harder.

You were sure that you were a dead person by now, but Moria kept true to his approach. He didn’t talk about it, he didn’t acknowledge neither the stacks of paper under his pillow nor your stunt at the dinner table. Absalom and Dr. Hogback didn’t say anything either and they kept their distance as well. You knew you were lucky that you were a comrade, or else you would already be a part of the surrounding ecosystem. But that didn’t stop you.

The next time Gecko Moria was frustrated that he had no suitable shadow for his number 900 you were there to ‘help’. “You should really look out for your health, because it’s really not healthy to be that angry all the time”, you said and added “I have recently finished a book that had really promising techniques to relax. You should try some of them. They’re really helpful.” before Moria could shout at you for the unsolicited advice. He looked at you with pent up anger and annoyance. At this point it seemed like he was already waiting for one of your dumb jokes. You decided to go a step further. “You know, we could try some of them together. It works best when you’re not alone. Actually it's perfect when there's two people involved.” You took out a stack of papers from your jacket and waved them around. It took a short moment for him to recognize them, but when he did and understood the implication, he got beet red. This time he tried grabbing ahold of you, but you were expecting it. You ducked and ran away, laughing loudly and freely as him screaming your name furiously echoed behind you.

that was fun

warnings: possessiveness, violence, mention of murder, flashing lights!

The Seraphim & The Concept of Self

I wonder who picked the Seraphim's outfits cause at first glance when you only look at S-Hawk and S-Snake it feels like there's a standard uniform. then you see the whole group and there's definitely some individuality going on; like S-Bear just wearing a mini kuma outfit, S-Shark with the gi, my man Moria got a little suspender situation going on over there. S-mingo wearing a whole ass hawain shirt. So there's definitely some variety though they all incorporate white in some way. And I wonder if maybe they got some input into what they wore one of the only acts of "free will" they were allowed was choosing whether they wore shorts or long pants which is as adorable as it is sad.

Because think about the implications that they are dressed to the taste of their adult counterparts, right down to how doffy and mihawk like to open their shirts (except for S-Snake which thank god) but yeah what if it wasn't an allowance of free will but a test to see just how deep DNA ran. If it could influence something as simple as choice of clothing, just another fact for Vega punk to marvel at.

Or maybe the clothes were chosen by one of the Vega punks (I can imagine Shaka doing it) or one of the other various lab assistants. And it's just another way to get them to embody the warlords, to reinforce who they were cloned to be, impressing on them that they are not their own people, their lives are not their own. They are already predetermined; from what powers they get, to what weapons they use, even down to what clothes they wear. Everything reinforces that they are not people, just "better" "stronger" versions of someone else.

Either way, and It might have not have been purposely meant that way because I'm pretty sure Vega punk doesn't really register them as human (which is weird cause he treats stussy very humanly and a whole other can of worms seeing as they seem to be aware and possess a personality to some capacity) it's another way of dehumanizing them, reducing them to the people they are meant to become. They have no "free will" no illusion of choice; they have a predetermined destiny, a pre-determined order, there was never any room for choice even down to the shirts on their back.

I wonder how the marines got the blood of the warlord or their genetic materials to even make clones.

Like is this why they always had a spread during the meetings? Rooting through the trash trying to collect their precious saliva-filled cutlery.

Spectacular, give me fourteen of them right now

Failed to think up modern goth fam scenarios, but this one’s for @kacievvbbbb anyway because I do blame them for the concept of post-canon Mihawk’s Home for Displaced Pirates. (Building off of this fic)

Besides King, who else might wind up there? I don’t really know what’s going on with him in canon, but the answer is obvious: Moria! Perona’s already living on Kuraigana part time/most of the time, so eventually she’d drag her original adoptive dad there.

Of course she wouldn’t tell him it’s Mihawk’s island. Just that there’s this great spooky island with plenty of room and huge graveyards and she loves it and she knows he’ll love it, too. Moria doesn’t put it together that it’s Kuraigana until they’re already there. Perona has absolutely done this on purpose. He really should have seen it coming.

Mihawk isn’t thrilled but he doesn’t object. There’s plenty of room, after all (and he knows Perona will be insufferable if he said no). He does enforce pretty strict rules about fighting among the inhabitants. They can leave their past grievances behind if they want to stay here. No one really wants to mess with Mihawk (or Zoro when he's around).

The first few days go fine, but Perona has forgotten a very crucial aspect to the side of the castle Moria is living in: King. Objectively she knows Moria suffered a crushing defeat from Kaido, and that King was certainly by his side, but it’s not like it’s personal, right? There’s no fighting allowed on the castle grounds, except where training and sparring is permitted. Nothing could ever possibly go wrong.

It’s probably dumb luck that King and Moria don’t run into each other at first. Then one morning Moria walks into the study to find Perona and King in the middle of one of their hair braiding sessions, and all hell breaks loose.

Moria is shrieking, King is yelling, Perona is screaming. She’s never seen Moria so motivated to actively harm someone when it breaks out into an actual fight. Her negative hollows won’t work on them.  Moria simply cannot stand the sight of someone like King being anywhere near Perona. That’s his daughter!!!!

Mihawk has to break it up. Mihawk, all 6 foot something of him, getting between King and Moria, both 20 feet tall.  

He throws them outside and essentially puts them in time out. Perona is sobbing. Mihawk is seriously reconsidering this entire operation. Neither of them really have anywhere to go, though, so he has to think of consequences to quell this sort of behavior. Exactly what he’s been hoping to avoid.

I figure Mihawk’s brand of punishment is just manual labor, but most of the castle residents already pitch in with gardening and farming… so he probably puts them on kitchen duty together. It’s the one room best equipped to handle King’s flame if he gets pissed, and Moria hates doing any kind of menial work at all. 

Forcing them to peel potatoes and carrots and wash grapes (under Perona’s supervision) until they’re united in their anger against Mihawk instead of each other works pretty well, actually. Crisis averted.

(Also wondering if we should throw the Seraphim in there somewhere, too, since again Kuraigana is just a big chill island where they could maybe learn to be people and not live under scrutiny. And let King suffer a mental breakdown over them in privacy. Moria has no idea what to do with a kid murder robot version of himself. Perona treats them like her minions and then eventually like little siblings.)

I wanted to try my hand and doing a realistically proportioned design for Moria whilst still keeping him a fat old man, haha. I rather like him.

I like that Moria had that ageing rockstar biker look as a young pirate, so I shoved him in one of my outfits for a giggle.

Perona daddy said he was on call

Perona daddy said he was on call

Sir Crocodile as one of the Seraphim! 

They are from the latest chapters in One Piece! Around chapter 1070.

I know you wanted to see the remaining Warlords as a Seraph. Here’s a little bonus I should finish:

I love their design so much…

Been thinking about the Serphim from One Piece recently. Characters that are born intended as living weapons but become their own person in a way are just cool to me. Also they all kinda make me think of X-23/Laura Kinney from Marvel Comics. And so, I decided to get started on trying to write a fanfic that features S-Crocodile as the main character.

One thing I noticed when looking panels for the Seraphim in the manga, the four we mainly see are S-Snake, S-Hawk, S-Bear, and S-Shark. It's interesting that it's those four specifically, since if I remember correctly, the Warlords they are cloned from didn't take control of a country/island by force. And I wonder if the other three Seraphim, the ones cloned from Crocodile, Moria, and Doflamingo are as ambitious as the people they are cloned from. If they are, did they try rebelling and/or escaping?

One Piece headcanons (+ GN! Reader)

Main plot : What if Reader gets a private moment with the Shichibukai and maybe a kiss? How and what might happen?

Additional information :

It is based on the first we encountered (Mihawk, Doflamingo, Hancock, Jimbei, Kuma, Crocodile, Moria)

I'm not originated from an English speaking country so my way to write names and facts are probably not the same as yours.

Crocodile

Handsome, f*cking classy man first. (Don't mind me in my little corner fangirling on the ultimate DILF)

Let's settle this now, Crocodile has the ability to express emotions as well as a spoon. As stoic and stiff as his hook. It's part of his charm but he is often unreadable and hard to understand (he's not the only one though)

You never knew if he appreciated you. You were working with him, being the chief of some part of the men recruited by Baroque Works, so you were one of the first to know who your supreme commander was.

Although, Crocodile wasn't a kind man. He was only considerate about the ones he really cared about. Well... At least a bit more

Don't get me wrong. When a job is done even better than what he what he was asking for, he really takes time to utter his appreciation. Crocodile is a man of few words but knows how to congratulate someone.

Yet, with you, the story seems different. He finds you skilled, useful, and obviously a crucial tool in his conspiracy.

Sometimes, after work, you had some private time with Crocodile. This happened more often than we could imagine, and yet, not on a regular basis either.

He felt more relaxed, calm within the silent of his office. Quite the particular atmosphere, I must say.

You weren't always at ease with him. Crocodile wasn't a comfortable host. As if he seeks your presence but not yourself. It led you to wonder if you were a sort of green plant so as to decorate the room.

Your talks were light. Casual. Classic. The principle of secrecy within the organization made you distant with each other. You found topics, or course, but they weren't relevant. As time goes on, the obligated discretion fades away. You both open up slightly, just enough to keep interest alive like a flame.

Do you like cigars ? If you were to turn out to be someone crucial in Crocodile's entourage, you had to know his tastes in cigars. Also, the man is curious about yours. If you don't smoke, it'll also be alright. You must have some guts, rather lungs actually, to smoke those ladder rungs.

In case you'd like them, Crocodile would use it to get closer to you without sounding suspicious and keeping distance. You also might not be a stranger to this tactic either.

Once, after a very long day, Crocodile came next to you while you were peacefully sitting on a couch, and came close to you. You had one of these expensive cigars between your lips and were waiting for the lighter. You didn't expect at all to watch your boss get on the couch and put his hand on your neck, drawing you to him. His lit cigar seemed to transfer his heat, for lack of better words, and smoke appeared.

You blushed heavily. "Or you could have lent me your lighter". Crocodile hummed softly as an answer, "it was more interesting to watch you become a whole mess"

Well... I digress. Though, Crocodile would probably share the smoke of his cigar within your mouth. Leading to a sort of kiss.

Smoke is burning your lungs, you want to cough and release the thick cloud within your chest. Although, Crocodile didn't agree with that. He leans in, bringing you closer. His grip is firm, authoritative. Whether or not you thought you were able to flee from him, your plan is compromised now. You wouldn't escape.

Crocodile's lips are firm, chapped due to the sand. Your body melts and surrender to the Warlord's touch. You look for a place to grasp and hold tight to the reality of the scene. But everything you reach crumbles. Crocodile stops your relentless moves and deepens the kiss. A hurricane devastates your soul and, leaving you as is you were shattered. You refused to realize what has just happen.

"S-sir Crocodile..." you mutter, touching your lips, apparently shocked by the crucifying kiss and the way the man was scrutinizing you indifferently.

The Warlord didn't say anything. No apologies, nothing, you didn't want any of these by the way. But you were so flustered, embarrassed. You may have to say something but no word came to your mind.

Despite the fact you were so embarrassed, a smile crosses your face and lit your eyes.

Crocodile stares at you, waiting patiently for you to regain a clear mind. He doesn't say anything. Eventually, his patience disappears and he turns his back.

"Did the cat get your tongue? Considering how you answered to my kiss, I guess you kinda liked it" he inquires with mugging irony. He knew you were flustered but he demanded an response. He had an idea about what you were thinking. Yet, he wanted you to utter it with clear words.

"I... Well... You... You meant it, right?" you hesitate, fearing it was either all a dream or a joke. The truth would have crushed you.

"What nonsense are you spitting?"

"You are Sir Crocodile, the Warlord, Mr 0, my boss. What am I to you?"

"A partner, a useful one" Responded the man, not even bothering himself to think twice.

You were speechless. Crocodile got closer again and lifted your head with his hook. His burning gaze settled within yours. His moves are gentle, or they seemed to be like it, but firm and still authoritative.

Both of you have a lot to talk about but still, you feel undoubtedly happy knowing your boss likes you this way.

Hancock

Depending on your gender, it might be only slightly easier to have such private moments with your Empress.

In any case, you have been blessed by some god to obtain a glimpse from the lady.

If you're a man, consider yourself lucky. It's a miracle that you were able to cross Hancock's path and get out of it alive.

If you're non binary, I guess it is according to your looks.

If you are a woman, you are probably a Kuja.

Hancock is particularly stiff when it comes to talk with people. She doesn't like them and her being royalty is a perfect means to have the distance she demands.

When she met you, she considered you as if you had no relevance, nothing to yourself that might keep you as a person worthy of her attention.

But you, you fell in love immediately. Not only for her body but also for her voice, her charisma, her strength and everything she is. Within a second, you felt as if you had been marked with white-hot iron. The invisible scar left was driving you insane.

Then, after trying to prove your loyalty by every means possible, Hancock noticed you. Yet, you tried to keep your distance so as to retain Hancock's attention.

If you behave differently from how people act everyday, maybe you could have your chance to make an impression

And... Well... You get it.

Hancock is taken aback, but barely. You raised her interest. You are just out of the rank for her, meaning different from what she's used to.

And then, the Warlord makes of you her personal place of peace and safety within a comfortable unchanging routine. Even though she is so proud that she is certainly not going to admit it

Man, most likely woman or non binary, she would call you to rest upon you as if you were a pillow. Hancock appreciated your warmth and your presence as long as you remained silent. Overbearing? I don't know what you're talking about. Empress orders, Empress obtains. Even more when we are talking about such a woman

Sometimes, Hancock asks her snake to surround you both. The illusion of hug made you smile that managed to echo on the Warlord's face, pale and small as the sun in winter but a smile nonetheless.

Mihawk

Getting a private moment with Mihawk? It might be very simple or very complicated. But since the man is known as being alone all the time, our perception of being in private with him can appear distorted or wrong.

Since the start of One Piece, Mihawk is known for a subversive behavior towards people he may encounter. Shanks's pirates, World Government... We don't really know who he follows. Even though it is understandable that he obeys to a certain level to the latter since he is affiliated to them.

Eventually, I guess the group whose you come from doesn't matter. Whether you are a Navy soldier or a pirate or just a normal person, it doesn't bother Mihawk. It is no importance to him as long as he keeps his beloved quietness and nothing goes too strange.

Even though, creating links around what you have both encountered facilitates a lot your bounding.

But let's get back to our case. Not that the man wouldn't appreciate that events turn out a little funny but he would have probably never said that but he found routine boring now. Something he appreciated before, as well as loneliness, was, from now on, something he didn't like.

You arrived like a fresh wind in a dusty old room where the sun rarely drilled through heavy curtains.

He found your spirit more attractive than others. Different in your own way, nuanced, perfect. Although, he would never admit it. He's like a shell, only opening when he wants to.

You'll have to be patient I guess. Let the man get used to how lively you are.

Time with you is no privilege. He has all of it as he pleases.

Not of the touchy-touchy kind, as it is expected from Mihawk but, sometimes, he likes to take your hand in his while reading. He might draw you closer. You are so far away, sitting on the other side of the couch.

Eventually, all of that privilege thing is a question about how and how quickly you understand each other. It's no bigger deal than that I guess. At least for your case.

You are living, or at least resting for some time, in the same place together. What else could happen between two people when they are alone and get as many possibilities to build a relationship as you do?

Sometimes, you also accompany Mihawk in his trips. Yet, your strength is likely to be the mere variable with that habits you may create.

If you are a weak person, not a warrior or anything, Mihawk will leave you at home where you are safe even though his mansion is no more than a remote area but you know... The biggest danger that might happen here would be the unexpected visit of a redhead with 3 scars on his left eye and some jokes about you staying at his place.

Although, if you can handle yourself in battle, Mihawk may accept more easily to have you with him on his boat.

Ennemies are also something he wouldn't be able to allow you deal with.

Don't mind his overbearing behavior on that point. A lot of people wants him dead and losing you is simply not possible.

Eventually, you spend some quality time with the Warlord. Your relashionship is getting stronger and stronger as time goes on. Both of you share the idea that it's just really nice to have someone else with whom one another is close to, as much as it might be hard to admit.

Jimbei

Jimbei being a Warlord is hard to imagine since the first time we met him he was chained, with Ace, in a jail at Impel Down.

He's not a pirate that attend reunions with the other Warlords for the simple reason that he might be enslaved, I guess. (Shiraoshi vibes here)

Moreover, I don't think he appreciates being linked in any way with the World Government's business, it's just diplomatic somehow.

This being settled, I don't think that a Marine, a human or an agent of the Government can match his tastes.

The best you could hope, if you are part of Navy, WG or anything related, would be friendship from him. For a human being, it might depend. I'd say that if you are ready to have a relashionship, friendship mostly, you'll have to be brave. Racism being the main cause of the resulting fuss.

This being said, you are likely to be a mermaid, a merman or a non-binary creature of the sea.

Though, getting Jimbei's friendship is not that complicated I guess. Show him that you don't hate his kind.

He remains a pirate and a warrior, hence his wariness about people he meets. However, it lasts until your prove your worth.

Jimbei's trust is invaluable, as well as his respect.

Let's get back to the matter at hand.

Getting a private moment with the Warlors is not easy.

He's always far away, probably kicking some asses for Whitebeard or for himself. Moreover, Jimbei surely is never in your vision range everyday. You might not have the possibility to see him for years.

Last time he did something so foolish, people were able to hear you from the royal palace.

(Well... Maybe not that much but everyone knows that Jimbei would have never been able to pretend he was deaf that day, considering how perfectly you made him understand that it wasn't wise for him to forget you)

Being with Jimbei is not always a quiet moment. The Sun Pirates are a cheerful bunch of Fishmen guys that have a lot to tell.

Yet, the atmosphere might be heavy with all the racism that is part of each corner of the Fishmen Island.

Discussions are never totally free. There is a lock on you. As if saying everything would attract upon you a sort of divine punishment.

– this statement is out of the subject but I guess that this lock, for lack of a better word, has sort of exploded when Staw Hats Pirates came on the Fishmen Island. A small glitter of hope to see the sun light managed to be enough it seems – (Fishmen sociology over)

In this context, obtaining some time with Jimbei is so rare, it is almost impossible. As well as getting closer emotionnally, even though it might sound a little bit selfish. The only possible way to obtain something would happen if everyone makes an effort. Either if the Sun Pirates consider you worthy of it, and so leaving Jimbei by excusing themselves and walking away with a smile on their face. Or Jimbei gets himself the space to be able to see you.

Eventually, that works. Jimbei manages to share a little bit of time with you. He appreciates it, since he made a lot for it. It wasn't much but you both enjoyed some private time alone and the thought that it wouldn't happen in a long time made of it a time to cherish and appreciate as a treasure.

Doflamingo

Second biggest DILF here, and a very toxic one.

Man, woman, non-binary, transgender... I guess Doflamingo doesn't care with whom he spends time with. Your origins matter though. Whether or not you are a pirate who came with him, and your rank, or if you are a courtier or a WG-affiliated agent (Navy included in the last option)

Be careful, His Highness is a very busy man. He doesn't have time to dedicate to such a small detail as your little self. Your beloved King must not be bothered, he has a lot of work to attend to.

Getting a bit of time with Doflamingo is tricky. And you'll have to be brave because keeping your own dignity is an intricate task.

If you're too straightforward like busting in his office or being a little bit too clingy is a direct way to be painfully rejected.

Yet, if you don't try to see your Waka-sama because of a lack of audacity and boldness, you will regret it.

Being part of Doflamingo's crew doesn't give you the right to disturb your captain and your King as you please.

A fair middle between these two options is clearly a sort of no man's land, it doesn't really exist. Moreover, Doflamingo making an effort is definitely something you shouldn't even start to consider.

People come for him, not the contrary.

You'll have to play on a sort of psychological level. Doflamingo is known as a sadist. He likes to play with his toys and gets rid of them when tired. He appreciates a good hunt, somehow.

Although, the toy, mostly a human being, might end up broken. The strong grip of this old child is painfully devastating when he literally managed to insinuate his poison within your mind.

The more a prey resists to him the better.

That's the reason why you have to be fearless if you want to keep a stable dignity. – that might also mean that the seduction and the charm Doflamingo is made of doesn't have made you completely drunk and craving for his attention –

You will make yourself heard in the royal palace. Or more precisely, you will get Doflamingo to hear your name.

Regularly, like a rythm on a drum, you will make other courtiers to spread rumors about your behavior in Dressrosa's Royal Court.

Your name, being repeated constantly, will automatically attract Doflamingo's attention, out of an unhealthy curiosity.

He will play along with you, will talk to you so as to pin down your personality. Eventually, it turns out it's a risky bet since the Warlord will use your potential weaknesses, try to know everything so you are not an opponent, just an amusing toy. Your astute resourcefulness being refreshing.

If you are a Navy soldier, your situation might be slightly different since it happens you have to meet frequently enough so as to not raise the Government's attention upon Doflamingo's business.

Why not setting here a premise that a soldier is always devoted, somehow, to a Warlord. Like a link agent.

You know your duty and leaving Doflamingo flirt with you is no part of it.

Depending on how you are serious, the King will tease you first then getting deeper and deeper into your soul.

You definitely can't say that the Warlord is disgusting. Always a killer of style, usually a whole mood, often an unsufferable whimsical child, and yet, handsome as hell.

"As surprising as it sounds, I'm trying to get my job done. Now, for the third time, I'd like a list of the pirate crews which passed by Dressrosa." you uttered, another different way this time. "The World Government doesn't need this data. You're just doing the dirty tasks of some bureaucrats. What do you think about you inviting me to your room?" "Order of my superiors come first, now get your ass on your chair and don't make a more embarrassing fuss than what you are doing of yourself right now"

How harsh your answers might have been didn't matter at all for Doflamingo. He was stubborn in his decision to have some fun, even though it was despite your best intentions.

Eventually, no matter what kind of people you were among courtier, Navy soldier or just someone, you end up within a room, sitting next to Doflamingo.

You feel yourself trapped against a broad, strong chest. The Warlord's intoxicating perfume exhilarating you. He was talking to you, in your ear. He knew you were finally under his whole influence. You couldn't move, not even get a few centimeters away from him. Stoic as if you were carved in marble.

Doflamingo was flirting with you, his arm surrounding your shoulders, a glass of wine on his other hand – if his hand is free he'll use his devil fruit powers over you –. His lukewarm breath brushed your cheek while he tickles your neck. His lips are caressing teasingly your skin but the words coming out of his mouth doesn't have any meaning.

You could imagine but it was pointless. And then, his mouth stick to yours in a languid but cold and overbearing kiss that calls for more.

But beyond that, Doflamingo's sincerity is highly questionable.

Kuma

This character is so forgotten and underrated and yet, we can feel he stands among the most crucial ones of OP.

Yet, it remains understandable that the small number of times we see the gigantic guy leaves place for imagination. You can count his apparitions on the fingers of only one of your hands.

If you are a WG-affiliated agent, a Navy Soldier or a Revolutionary one might lead to several conclusions.

And I think Kuma is more into women. No proof, just gut feeling.

Every possible endings cannot be happy, I'm sorry to say it like this but it's the truth. Except if we get a sort of come - back from the dead of our dear Warlord but we all know that it's not an option.

In that way, being a Navy soldier or any WG-affiliated agent will automatically lead to a failure in the field of getting to know each other better to the point of enjoying some time together, which is the first step.

Moreover, since Kuma is probably the biggest emotional turnip among the Warlords, only getting attention from him is an achievement in itself.

Although, the man spends a lot of time to observe things around him. Even if it doesn't sound like it.

So, you were both in the Revolutionary Army. He was kind of an executive or a manager, somehow. Someone crucial for you all.

Your rank will allow you to get more easily in touch with him. There nothing to say anymore about that side of the issue. Obviously, if you are ranked as well as he is, the chances to be able to talk to him will increase spectacularly.

We don't know, team up against over-confident recruits such as Sabo and Koala might be beneficial.

It would be nice if you had to help Kuma with some of his tasks.

It seemed sometimes that, in the headquarters, tragedies were hanging in the air like heavy gas. It weighted and loomed upon everyone's head.

Like Jimbei with racism, an unhealthy crave of freedom and the necessity of it at all cost was a whole topic. It's mostly the aura of unavoidable sacrifice and imminent death that was uncomfortable, literally screaming somehow "We'll all die to free people from tyranny even if it's not needed anymore"

Yet, not similar to Jimbei, Kuma is a little bit more accessible. Because he actually is more present in the headquarters. Then, you can just pass by with a strong reason to get in touch with him.

Probably won't make an effort for you to encounter.

If you do, it's about paperwork. Some reports about things. It might drift to some revolutionary soldiers' shenanigans but not beyond that.

Though, you perceived several times a timid smile on Kuma's face. It happens rarely but remains a detail that needs to be highlighted. You might bother him in a good way

Finally, it's around a cup of tea that you manage to share some stories. The Warlord doesn't say anything, or barely react. You know that he listens carefully, though.

But time is now counted. Kuma gets slowly away. His gait turns stiff and robotic, his behavior more distant than before. The fragile link between you two broken before its slow construction.

Moria

This character is probably the worst to write headcanons about. I mean, Doflamingo and Crocodile are so easy because you can find ideas easily and in every field possible. For Hancock, Jimbei and Kuma, you need to have a little bit of imagination with informations you have which are not that much. And for Mihawk, you take the same ideas that it has always been made from what we know about him but you change the setting. Making headcanons that are different might lead to be out of character. – "I'm hard to apprehend and I know it" vibe – (this attempt of joke is not related at all to the fact that "I'm sexy and I know it" of LMFAO gets its ten years anniversary in 2022, I'm so old damn)

Moria... Such a tricky character.

Getting time with him. Not an issue. Thriller Bark is large. Zombies run freely, that's definitely scary

Perona the same as always, a psychopath. Even though you wondered if her teddybear wasn't the dreadest one.

Moria would probably receive you in his room. With an abnormal-colored drink, whatever it is, it's not water.

The fact that the Warlord can't cross his legs gives him a nonchalant position on the cushions were he sits.

Self-praise my dear. You won't get to the end of it. Complimenting himself is what the Moria stands for. Annoying and ironically laughable, an intricate mix of emotions that comes out of it.

Discussing with you will become a habit.

Moria, the perfect host he is, will allow you to get comfortable in his mansion. Meaning that Absalom will watch you do whatever you want.

Yeah. If the mansion and all the horrendous surroundings were already a mood. People living here are another.

Good luck to stay sane here, dear Reader. You'll be stuck for a long time since Moria took your shadow.

Lux's connection to the 7 Warlords?

Lux has had minor interactions with several Warlords during her time at the marines, this is mainly due to her heritage.

Mihawk.

Lux idolised Mihawk as a child, her father was friendly towards Mihawk in a very similar way to Shanks. However, Lux's father instead used this to create alliances over friendship. Since joining the marines, Lux often checks on Mihawk by checking his bounty posters when they came out. It was her way of keeping distant as a marine while making sure her dad's old associate was alright.

Doflamingo.

Lux has had very few interactions with Doflamingo, she finds him to be unsettling, reminds her too much of her dad. She keeps her distance from him, avoiding any encounter she can unless she is required to be around him.

Kuma.

Lux has again, not had many encounters with Kuma, but she knows her father sees him as a good friend and so keeps an eye on him when she can. She wants to one day befriend Bonney and tell her how cool her dad is. Lux wishes she could've helped Kuma more.

Gecko Moria.

Lux has not interacted with Gecko Moria, she finds him greatly irritating from rumours she's heard. Any attempt to put Lux on a mission where Gecko Moria is involved will result in Lux putting out her fire and therefore making herself bedridden until the mission has passed.

Trafalgar Law.

Lux has interacted with Law a few times, she attempts to relate to him through comics from her homeland of Kholodon, though she's not much a comic person, and has no interest in his comic knowledge. She tries to make friends since they're within the same age range, however it usually fails.

Boa Hancock.

Lux has not interacted with Hancock, however it is well known among the marines that Lux is a huge fan girl of her's. Lux is most definitely crushing, though she will never say it out loud.

Weevil.

Lux has never interacted with him, and wants to keep it that way. She finds him childish and immature, and that's rich coming from her. She has a distain for him, just from what she's heard by word of mouth.

Crocodile.

She hates him, refers to him as 'a man with a personality like his physical body, dry.' Lux has interacted with Crocodile on several occasions, usually being alongside Smoker when the two clash. Lux was also in charge of handling paperwork during Smoker's promotion.

Blackbeard.

Lux used to get along quite well with Teach when she was younger, even seeing him as a possible friend. Now that she is older, Lux has a disdain for Blackbeard, she would spit in his face if given the chance. Lux wishes she never interacted with Teach.