Star Platinum X Fem! Reader (headcanons)

Star Platinum X Fem! Reader (headcanons)

Warning : none except platonic relationship and I'm going to use "him" because I don't know how I could call him (sorry)

Summary : You are romantically involved with Polnareff but Star Platinum appears sometimes

[That GIF is so damn cute, I'm melting]

Star Platinum is Jotaro's stand. It will be our context

You were with the latter and Kakyoin, Polnareff and the others

Your wonderful Frenchman. You loved him so much.

Your friendship had been easy to gain. The guys travelling with you were just amazing and you formed a great team.

But becoming almost your second family was something else.

Besides, you found yourself in love of Polnareff.

He is a wonderful man. Who doesn't like him anyway?

His way to talk in French made you melt. The sweet "je t'aime" he whispered to you that brought you to tears of pure happiness.

And there was the one that embodied the role of a chief among your little team aka Jotaro

You never knew what he thought. Really. He is such a mysterious man. The first time you met him, you were slightly taken aback by his quietness and actually his whole personality.

But

Because if there weren't any "but" life wouldn't be funny.

There was his stand

Star Platinum. Star plat for the closest ones.

How cute he was.

And not only was he cute but also adorable, clingy, lovely and funny

You would die for his little "ora's"

Really.

Or for his smile.

Or his way to change his colours.

Oh yeah

He such a curious stand. Black Witch, your own stand, was also curious but as much as he does.

Your heart melt when he asks you about anything with this "ora"

A gigantic child

Ponareff might be jealous sometimes when he watches you so close of Star Platinum

Considering that a stand is a physical image of what's inside someone, you would think that Jotaro is not that heartless or emotionless

Actually it amuses you.

Star Platinum loves cute things.

Puppies? He passes out. Kittens? There was no one behind his shut eyelids several seconds after he started to hear the little creature's purr.

He is so big and so gentle.

He likes to brush your hair while you are occupied with Polnareff who is leaving his own in your careful hands

Obviously, it is when the stand is free to do what he wants.

You would die when Polnareff is holding you in his arms and Star Platinum waits for his own turn

Or sometimes, when he is particularly eager, he surrounds you both in a big collective hug

You asked many times why he was so clingy and in search for a bit of love

Jotaro didn't answer but you would have sworn he blushed

The guy likes you, not in a loving way but more as someone who cares about you. A sort of brother.

You clearly don't understand but why not?

It doesn't prevent you to like Star Platinum

Not at all.

Once, you even kissed him on the cheek.

He became all red. He was soooo cute

You were reading sometimes for the boys. They loved to listen to you while you were reading. It was comfy and quiet.

And you loved that too. Even the stands liked to hear you

And this big teddy bear named Star Platinum was stealing you in his arms so as to make you all comfortable to read.

At first it startled you

You became used to it.

At the point that it was strange when he didn't break your ribcage in his arms.

He often brings you a lot of things since he is invisible for most of the people

There were books, all sorts of magazines (you had no idea you would consider funny a magazines about mechanics when your knowledges are limited to the motor of a car and only the most rudimentary basis)

Anything is possible after all

Star Platinum is a wonderful stand and powerful with that

You liked to see him fight

He was great at it

The powerful "ora" when it comes to end an opponent

And the even more powerful "ora" when he realizes that you watched him

Anyway. You loved him, he loved you (Polnareff too but it was somehow different)

Amazing friendship and platonical soulmates (sort of)

There wasn't anything else to say :)

this whole situation is very funny

credit to @cryptvokeeper for the idea!

One Piece characters with a playful S/O who is deep down a merciless badass

TW : none.

A/N : This won't focus entirely on the relashionship with any of the characters.

Characters : Mihawk, Ace, Aokiji

Mihawk

At first, your way to be so lively, bold, untamed and uncaring about everything kinda annoys our dear Warlord.

Then, he finds out about your piercing glare, your powers if you have any, your talent at using your weapons or just your style in general.

He is amazed, honestly.

Won't show how surprised he is, though.

But still. He will wonder how he could have been so blind when it comes to your talent for fighting.

The way you kicked those noisy bastards' asses ? Mihawk wouldn't have done better. Well he was able to, but, you know...

It's mostly your eyes and your expression that he will remember. He so used at seeing that little smirk of yours while you are eagerly awaiting for a poor fool to fall in your little traps. And yet, here we are. There's no trick this time.

Mihawk won't say anything immediately but he will appreciate if you accept to tell him more about your training and mostly your past because he wants to know what or who made you become such a badass.

As obvious as it sounds, Mihawk won't go full fangirl about you. But he respects you even more from now on. +100 points of charm for you.

Although, your cheekiness comes back and our dear Mihawk finds it both endearing and slightly upsetting.

He didn't know you were doing all these jokes more for him than yourself and had no idea about it. But the black-haired man will find it endearing when you will tell him.

Just to make it clearer, it happens almost like the following drabble.

"If I had known you were smiling like that, I would have slaughtered thousands of people already" you state with a smirk on your face. Mihawk just stared at you, his brows furrowing.

"No no. Don't play pretend. I've seen it, my dear" you continued, passing in front of your beloved swordman.

The latter was a little bit shocked and didn't know what to answer. Even though he remained stoic, you noticed his unease. You got closer to him and almost kissed his cheek. Yet, you remembered you were in public and just withdrew before embarrassing Mihawk.

"You wanted to make me smile ?" inquired the latter.

"Yeah. Why not? You look like you're always far away. Even when you're with me. That's why I keep trying to attract your attention towards me" you admit, blushing and your head slightly tilted to the side.

"I... Had no idea. I apologize if you feel like I am ignoring you, my dear" replied Mihawk after a short time and almost as equally flustered as you were, he was just better at concealing it.

You felt him take your hand and raise up to his lips. He just kissed it lightly as he was used to do. You nodded and here was the end of the story. Although, it didn't stop you in your kidding habit.

Ace

Will find it incredible. Like his eyes are glittering with delight. Goes full fanboy about your strength.

Of course, he loves your little tricks. And mostly the ones that aims the others *Marco suddenly feels as if he is called somewhere on the ship's deck*. He always find it really funny as well as the crew who asks you where you find all these ideas.

You would never tell them by the way. You just shrug then walk away.

But you like to make Ace's heart lighter with jokes and he knows this.

Although, once a Navy ship took a liking in saying bullshit to your crew. You didn't even wait for Pops to give an order and by the time he did, all these soldiers were lying on their deck, bathing in their own blood and their body cooling down as nature intended.

Ace was seriously taken aback. Where was his little childish cat who messes around with the people of the crew?

"Hey Y/N... You okay?

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You have just kicked all of their asses in 3 minutes, that's why. You could've left me some by the way!"

"Sorry?"

Ace just hugged you after that and showed off slightly, claiming all loudly "that's mah gurl bitches" or something alike.

All of this to say that Ace is super happy when you're all bold, joking around and just untamed with people. But he also likes that merciless side of you that crushes everything which doesn't go the way you want to. Although, he mostly prefers that smiling and childish side of you even though he accepts you as a whole.

Aokiji

Let's go for our lazy Admiral of the Navy.

When he meets you, you have some reputation among the soldiers for being quite an unconventional servant of the holy Justice.

There are some bottles of milk which apparently exploded in the kitchen, some bubble invasions when the day for laundries came and all the Marine capes went pink instead of the immaculate usual white. All these kinds of small things that brought smiles to the soldiers and made them look just human as much as completely unnerved.

Fortunately, Aokiji has never been touched by such pranks. The pink coats was your most famous joke. Even Sengoku didn't manage to keep his laughter for himself.

In the meantime, you were slowly constructing your legend with that gentle smile of yours always plastered on your face. A smile which made Kuzan fall for you.

One day, Aokiji was required for a mission in some places and you were of the party. Everything was going well until you had to fight random pirates. Nothing strange until then since it was your job.

It turned out to be something else when you literally dashed in the first line and just killed your ennemies without a care in the world. You were a little bit like a bull smashing everything in its way. Your crewmates had barely the time to see the pirates flying lifeless behind you.

The rumor that spread after that was that apparently, the soldiers of your crew just needed to sit on an empty trunk of a tree observing the pirates landing - or more likely royally wallowing - at their feet and applauded while giving you a score of ten out of ten for having masterfully fallen like shit on the ground.

Anyways, all that mattered for Aokiji was if you were okay first. Then, when he noticed a blood stain on your cheek that wasn't yours, he felt relieved. You mercilessly butchered those pirates and you weren't injured.

Aokiji doesn't overly appreciate your habit to just go before anyone in battles and can't say he is 100% for it. Your style is too unstructured. You will get killed if you are not careful and since you are unleashed during this time without any immediate back-up, he will ask you at least to wait to have some soldiers at your side. Losing you is never an option and he can't be always behind you to save that ass of yours he was so fond of.

I hear you my friend

"Not all those wander are lost."

Yeah that sounds pretty cool but I'm actually lost

Please help me

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.

A Politician Dies And Has To Spend Just ONE Day In Hell

A politician dies and ends up standing in front of the pearly gates. Saint Peter looks at him for a second, flicks through his book, and finds his name.

“So, you’re a politician…”

“Well, yes, is that a problem?”

“Oh no, no problem. But we’ve recently adopted a new system for people in your line of work, and unfortunately you will have to spend a day in Hell. After that however, you’re free to choose where you want to spend eternity!”

“Wait, I have to spend a day in Hell?!” says the politician. “Those are the rules,” replies St Peter, clicks his fingers, and WOOMPH, the guy disappears. He awakes, curled up with his hands over his eyes, knowing he’s in Hell. Cautiously, he listens for the screams, sniffs the air for brimstone, and finds… Nothing. Just the smell of, is that fabric softener? And cut grass, this can’t be right?

“Open your eyes!” says a voice. “C'mon, wakey wakey, we’ve only got 24 hours!” Nervously, he uncovers his eyes, looks around, and sees he’s in a hotel room. A nice one too. Wait, this is a penthouse suite… And there’s a smiling man in a suit, holding a martini. “Who are you??” The politician asks.

“Well, I’m Satan!” says the man, handing him the drink and helping him to his feet. “Welcome to Hell!”

“Wait, this is Hell? But… Where’s all the pain and suffering?” he asks.

Satan throws him a wink. “Oh, we’ve been a bit misrepresented over the years, it’s a long story. Anyway, this is your room! The minibar is of course free, as is the room service, there’s extra towels next to the hot-tub, and if you need anything, just call reception. But enough of this! It’s a beautiful day, and if you’d care to look outside…”

Slightly stunned by the opulent surroundings, the man wanders over to the floor-to-ceiling windows through which the sun is glowing, looks far down, and sees a group of people cheering and waving at him from a golf course.

“It’s one of 5 pro-level courses on site, and there’s another 6 just a few minutes drive out past the beach and harbour!” says Satan, answering his unasked question.

So they head down in the lift, walk out through the glittering lobby where everyone waves and welcomes the man, as Satan signs autographs and cheerily talks shop with the laughing staff. And as he walks out, he sees the group on the golf course are made up of every one of his old friends, people he’s admired for years but never met or worked with, and people whose work he’s admired but died long before his career started. And out of the middle of this group walks his wife, with a massive smile and the body she had when she was 20, who throws her arms around him and plants a delicate kiss on his cheek. Everyone cheers and applauds, and as they slap him on the back and trade jokes, his worst enemy arrives, as a 2 foot tall goblin-esque caddy. He spends the day in the bright sunshine on the course, having the time of his life laughing at jokes and carrying important discussions, putting the world to rights with his friends while holding his delighted wife next to him as she gazes lovingly at him.

Later, they return to the hotel for dinner and have an enormous meal, perfectly cooked. As everyone is falling about laughing and flinging bread sticks at each other, his wife whispers in his ear… And they return to their penthouse suite, and spend the rest of the night making love like they did on their honeymoon. After hours of passion, the man falls deep into the 100% Egyptian cotton pillows, and falls into a deep and happy sleep… and is woken up by St Peter.

“So, that was Hell. Wasn’t what you were expecting, I bet?” “No sir!” says the man. “So then,” says St Peter. “You can make your choice. It’s Hell, which you saw, or Heaven, which has choral singing, talking to God, white robes, and so on.”

“Well… I know this sounds strange, but on balance, I think I’d prefer Hell,” says the politician. “Not a problem, we totally understand! Enjoy!” says St Peter, and clicks his fingers again.

The man wakes up in total darkness, the stench of ammonia filling the air and distant screams the only noise. As he adjusts, he can see the only light is from belches of flame far away, illuminating the ragged remains of people being tortured or burning in a sulphurous ocean. A sudden bolt of lightning reveals Satan next to him, wearing the same suit as before and grinning, holding a soldering iron in one hand and a coil of razor-wire in the other. “What’s this??” He cries. “Where’s the hotel?? Where’s my wife??? Where’s the minibar, the golf-courses, the pool, the restaurant, the free drinks and the sunshine???”

“Ah”, says Satan. “You see, yesterday, we were campaigning. But today, you voted.”