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i think i'm making smoker smut so smoker fans reblog if you wanna be tagged if it's ever finished (it is oc content tho)

having watched punk hazard and just rewatched stampede, we need to talk more abt how much of a literal SASSPOT smoker is. like holy cannoli this guy is just so smug sometimes it's the GREATEST thing known to man

some notable lines:

"i'm listening" (vaguely sultry, while law is explaining a plan, one boot on top of buggy)

"well, you can tell me at least" (still vaguely sultry, law still explaining plan)

"what now, genius?!" (to law while they are in total freefall)

"i can do both" (somewhat sultry? to hina when she asks him to do his job and not his super secret personal agenda)

"doesn't sound like much of a plan but what can i say" (hilarious. talking shit abt law's plan to his face)

"you little-" (to sabo after being called "smokey")

"were you trying to fly into his fist?" (upon luffy getting smacked by douglas bullet)

"can someone stop him? moron, he never learns" (affectionate, but luffy getting smacked again)

"i'm so sick of running from this crap" (on punk hazard running from the poison gas for the 80th time)

"undone by your own powers, huh? that is some record-breaking stupidity" (stuck in the cage in punk hazard w law. this one is GENUINELY MY FAVORITE, ITS SO OUT OF POCKET)

"quiet, dumbass! stupid pirates, don't you realize the gravity of the situation here?" (to luffy. need i say more)

"QUIT YOUR BITCHING! YOU FOOLS COULDN'T STEAL CANDY FROM A BABY! you're not even worth suspecting🙄" (yelling at the G-5, one of my fav lines as well)

"you don't get to lecture me on the law" (i can't remember this one verbatim but towards the start of PH, aimed at the G-5)

- calls pretty much everyone younger than him (aka everyone) a "punk"

- says "crap" a lot bc PG-13 but absolutely means "shit". please let him say shit. just ONCE

- also lots of "well, damn" or "i'll be damned", sometimes in just the most (un)impressed voice and it makes me giggle

he probably has some zingers in loguetown and elsewhere (maybe his brief appearance in marineford) but these are all i can think of for now. anyway please spread smug smoker far and wide and never forget how insanely sassy this 36 year old dilf is

okay smoker fans, bring it in

i've FINALLY started posting this beauty!!! my first longform in a while, so it's not great, but here it is anyway. an OC centric retelling of punk hazard & a little bit beyond with additional OC lore in the final chapters. it is OC/smoker but the relationship is a bit convoluted so 😈😈 if you read pls feel free to leave a comment here or on AO3!!! updates are currently biweekly since i'm abroad but may change :^)

[tagging some active smoker besties if they want @smokersbaby @thesinisterseventh

Y'ALL WILL NEVER GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS (KICKING MY FEET SCREAMING GIGGLING)

Smoker (One Piece)  » March 14

CIGARS AND FLOWERS

a quick birthday piece for my favorite man!! i'm super busy rn so this is probably all i'll get to write for him :( but i hope ppl enjoy!

[tagging some active smoker besties just in case they want: @smokersbaby @thesinisterseventh

[smoker/oc, brief mentions of tashigi and vergo, no warnings apply; 1425 words]

"What's this?"

The little box was wrapped in thin but expensive looking paper, waxy brown that's creased perfectly at its corners and glued lengthwise. There was a simple string of twine crossing it and making a small, knotted bow in the center. He knew it had to be from her because Tashigi had already given him something over breakfast, and as far as he knew she was the only one on this entire ship who knew about today. Vivian looked at him with a small, pursed smile in the evening sunlight coming in through the windows, a friendly, disarming smile, and held her hands behind her back.

“Cigars,” came her reply, upbeat and simple. “I know it’s a bit of a shot in the dark. Sir. Just a hunch.” He rolled his jaw to adjust the cigar in the corner of his mouth with a light scoff.

“For what?” He asked. Her smile widened to allow a glimpse of teeth, and she shifted to place both hands on her hips.

“March fourteenth.” Her giggles were ill-concealed as she watched him raise an eyebrow at her, tapping one finger to the wrapped box.

“For what?” he repeated, pulling the cigar from his lips to tap it out against the thick glass dish by the edge of his small desk. He waited, looking up at her, brown eyes latched expectantly onto her lips quivering with a smile. And waited. And waited.

“For your birthday!” she blurted finally, tossing both hands out. “Isn’t that exciting? It’s your birthday!” With a resigned sigh Smoker deflated back into his rickety desk chair, sticky against his bare back with humidity and warm from sitting in the sun. He dragged both hands over his face before finding the cigar again and clamping his teeth around it.

“It’s not my birthday,” he said simply, sliding the box across his desk towards her. “Take them back.”

“You're a liar, sir,” she responded, pushing it back. “I don’t know anyone else who smokes these, so I can’t give them away.”

“It’s not my birthday.” Slide.

“Just take them.” Push.

“I’m not taking them.” Slide.

“Don’t be a baby.” Push.

Her hand sat firmly on the neatly, paper wrapped box now, holding it in place so he couldn’t get rid of it again. There was a very well-set look of yeah, and? on her face, a challenging eyebrow raised his way. He couldn’t get around the fact that Tashigi must’ve accidentally told her about his birthday, so she undoubtedly knew. And the wrapping here was too neat to be anything not expensive. The smell, too, if he got a good whiff earlier, meant the cigars inside were not to be scoffed at. The corners of her mouth curled as she realized he was considering. Calculating.

“Happy birthday,” she said, putting the box directly in front of him and lifting her hand away with certainty. “I won’t tell anyone else, don’t worry.” Did it matter too much Tashigi had told her? Well, maybe. They’d only known Vivian Cloud for less than a year. He and Tashigi had known each other almost a decade and she’d only managed to learn his birthday four years ago. But that was after a long time of knowing him - not a handful of months thrown into the Grand Line together. Still, somehow, it was a good sign that Tashigi had told her, even if by accident. It meant she trusted Vivian, and if she trusted the newcomer, he could too. It might just take longer.

“I appreciate it,” he said begrudgingly at long last, if for no other reason than the fact she’d probably dropped a significant amount of Berries on this, “but don’t get me presents. I don’t do birthdays.”

“You can’t accept something from Tashigi and not from me,” she laughed, stepping back from his desk. “I’m here to stay, Commodore.”

“At this rate, we’ll see about it,” he called as she made her way to the door, and she paused to laugh and clutch the threshold. She didn’t look back to see his grin, but closed the door quietly behind her, leaving him and the box of expensive cigars in peace and quiet.

He’d need to have some words with Tashigi.

“What’s this?”

He knows exactly what it is, but he asks anyway, in the faint and non-believable hope that maybe one of these years those simple words will sway her from embarrassing him. She nudges the door to his office shut with her hip, beaming bright enough to light up the entire island and then some.

“Cigars,” she sings, maneuvering around the armchairs in his office to come to his desk and set the cleanly wrapped box about the size of his hand atop the pile of papers in front of him. The paper changes every year - this time it’s a soft, powdery blue with a thin black ribbon tied over it - but the box’s contents do not. He made her agree to that, forced her into a contract. She’s held it so far, for three years, but as a workaround she’s taken to getting him a second, less tangible gift. Last year it was fancy cologne he’s certain he’s only used twice - so, maybe not quite as flimsy a gift as he would’ve liked - and the year before was fresh pears from the island they had just left. He doesn’t say much about the secondary gifts because he knows in the end it makes her more happy to actually be able to give him something and not just a box of whatever strange and foreign cigars she found that year on their travels. As long as they stay small or mostly perishable, he doesn’t mind.

This year it’s flowers. He tries to remember if anyone has ever gifted him flowers before; Tashigi probably, on occasion, but only once or twice. The vase is thankfully small, filled partway with water, and undecorated, but looks new. The flowers are fresh. He takes them somewhat awkwardly from her hands and decides to set the glass down on his desk, where she perches on the edge to rearrange the petals lightly.

“Azaleas, red camellias, convolvulus, ferns, and forget-me-nots,” she lists, pointing out each as they’re named. The azaleas are a mixed pinkish-purple, the camellias bright red in the sunlight pouring in at his back, the convolvulus - one he’s never even heard of before - a pretty pink with white centers. Ferns are familiar and classic, and the little forget-me-nots compliment the other convolvulus flowers well despite the contrast in color. There are some blue convolvulus too, scattered around in the edges of the delicate white baby’s breath. It’s not a perfect arrangement but that’s what makes it handmade.

“And cigars,” she giggles, pushing the box across the desk to him.

“It’s not my birthday,” he argues, more for the ceremony of it than anything else, but she leans across the desk with a hand on his jaw to draw him up into a long, firm kiss that is quick to snatch the breath and words from his lungs. She leaves his lower lip wet with saliva and her nails graze through his hair before she kisses his cheek and slides off the desk.

“Happy birthday,” she murmurs, smiling that plump little rosebud smile at him. “Enjoy the flowers.” As she usually does she leaves him a little dazed by the gifts and the kiss and he takes a second to reboot and reply, heat curling in his neck.

“I don’t do birthdays,” he sighs while shuffling his papers in a very worklike fashion, trying to make himself believe he’s been productive this whole time, “but thank you.” She laughs while she leaves his office, pausing to give him a little wave at the door before closing it behind her.

Within the next hour Vergo is sitting across his desk in one of the armchairs, the cigars tucked away but the flowers perched in their small glass vase on the deep sill of one of the windows behind his chair. The base commander hums while he cocks his head and looks at the arrangement, and Smoker watches the other man closely while trying to appear relaxed.

“How nice,” Vergo says simply. “Do you know about the language of flowers, Vice Admiral Smoker?” The question catches him off guard, but he simply scoffs and exhales through the cigar.

“No. I stick to spoken ones,” he replies. Vergo hums again.

“So you don’t know what any of those flowers mean?”

“They were just a gift,” Smoker says. “I didn’t get them myself.”

As Vergo stands he glances at the vase one last time. “If the language of flowers is worth anything, Vice Admiral, I would hope you didn’t.”

is anyone else so obsessed with the little disheveled pieces of hair that fall from the usual combed-back look and how they would just kind of sit there around his face or is it just me

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i was having a shit day and this singlehandedly added 100yrs to my life also thank you for giving him eyebrows

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here you'll be able to find all my writing works, past and present! i write for lots of different fandoms but i flip flop between hyperfixations and obsessions pretty regularly lol. my most written-for fandom is skyrim. currently i'm 500 episodes and 1 fic deep into one piece! i have a few fics on hiatus but 100% intend to finish them and working (VERY slowly) on both. below you can find my fandoms and my current/most recent works for each!

ONE PIECE

From the New World with Love (recently done!)

Smoker/OC content: a retelling of Punk Hazard with additional OC lore in the second half. rated T on AO3 for violence and language.

On the Cruise (collection)

a collection of oneshots, drabbles, ideas, and headcanons for one piece characters, mostly OC-centric. gets pretty smoker-focused in recent updates but things for other characters are still there and may be updated! NSFW content is marked in chapter titles!

SKYRIM

it's been a while since i've written anything substantial for skyrim, but i do have a completed series and more plans for fics on the way!

First & Last Series (completed)

six fics telling of the journey of the last dragonborn as she rescues the first from apocrypha, brings him back to tamriel, grapples with the political turmoil of the country and magical happenings related to the pair of dragonborns. includes REVENANT, my crowning glory fic, a story told by the LDB of her past after killing alduin but before the events of the series.

4E 208: The Wild Hunt (not yet posted)

COMING SOON...

SPIDERVERSE

Set Yourself Free (in progress; no schedule)

a miguel o'hara x spidersona/spider oc fic, which takes place mostly in the time between ITSV and ATSV. lots of anguish, relationship building, emotions, a little smut, and (hopefully) a sound resolution 😎 guest appearances mainly by peter b and gabriel o'hara, and gwen/spidergang later on!

other assorted fandoms you'll find on my AO3 (these are either not updated or updated very infrequently)

star trek (mostly discovery & strange new worlds: pike centric, more maybe to come once SNW S2 comes out!);

a bit of jojo's, a fic i really need to finish (and intend to) but have been dragging my feet on forever;

dragon age, which i dearly love but had my hyperfixation peak on a while ago so it's been hard to get back into it:

and probably other stuff i'm forgetting, but those are my mains! please enjoy and always feel free to drop a comment on AO3 or come to my tumblr inbox no matter how old the fic or how weird the question. thanks for stopping by!

it feels strange to be putting my own fic up here but 😭😭 the love i have for this man is immeasurable and i want to share him with fellow smoker lovers!!! on the cruise is a drabble/oneshot collection, from the new world with love is a smoker/oc fic that details punk hazard arc + after. it is ALMOST done (will be hopefully finished this weekend, and the remaining chapters will be posted!)

if you read either pls feel free to leave comments or come to my inbox here!

Bring out yer fics!

Hey folks, in honor of the first season of OPLA and in particular the post-credits teaser, can y'all share with me your favorite Smoker fics? Your own, other people's, whatever. The lack of him in this season has made me want to read more about him to compensate and I'd love to give other people's favorites a try!

i just randomly found an old epilogue scene to my smoker fic that i forgot to add in before posting the final chapter 🤓⁉️ so im gonna go post that and hope no one notices

OMFG WHAT‼️‼️‼️ i should've remembered bc i saw a post about white day and i know his bday is on white day😩 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST AMAZING DILF SIDE CHARACTER WHO WILL HOPEFULLY BE RELEVANT TO THE ENDGAME PLOT🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💖

It’s Smoker’s birthday y’all!!!

I love him so so so so so much 🫡

Y'ALL I MANIFESTED IT!!! WE HAVE SMOKER & TASHIGI CASTING‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💃💃💃💃 (and dalton and wapol) IM SO EXCITED

Punk Hazard moments I love Pt 3/3

Surprise BITCH

Law just completely cutting the mountain in half

Luffy being a goof and making everyone laugh

Smoker being so done with his men

And finally, these whole interactions

Punk Hazard moments I love Pt 1

*5/9 of the straw hat crew shows up*

Luffy:

Your favoritism is showing Luffy (but same)

Law and Smoker: *Having a serious conversation*

Luffy: 😁

Luffy: Can you do me a favor Robin? 😐

Robin: Of course Luffy 🥰

Ussop: *tells Zoro what happen to Luffy*

Zoro: *Totally not angry cuz Ceaser hurt Luffy*

*Luffy looking around for the bird lady like a confused puppy* (+plus a funny low res Luffy)

Zoro being a fucking badass