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Katakuri had scarcely settled before you were moving towards him, drawn across the mattress by the warmth of his body and the complete certainty that there was nowhere else you belonged. He lifted one arm for you without needing to be asked.

That was all the invitation you required. You tucked yourself against his chest, slipping beneath his chin as his arm came down around you with enough weight to make the whole world seem smaller. His other hand settled at the back of your waist, broad enough to span it, and drew you closer until every last sliver of cold air had been pressed out from between you. Against him, you felt wonderfully insubstantial, like something precious he could gather into the shelter of his body and keep there.

“Comfortable?” he murmured.

The question rumbled through his chest beneath your cheek. You nodded, already half-drowsy from the heat of him, and curled one hand into the fabric over his ribs.

“Could be closer.”

A quiet breath stirred your hair. With anyone else, it might have been a sigh; from Katakuri, you recognised the faintest trace of amusement. His grip shifted, one enormous palm sliding up the length of your back while his arm tightened around your waist, and suddenly you were being tucked still deeper into him, your face nestled beneath the solid line of his collarbone.

“There,” he said. “Closer.”

You made a gentle, pleased sound, victorious despite having done nothing more strenuous than demand affection from a man who had never learnt how to deny you. Katakuri’s chin came to rest atop your head. A moment later, you felt him lower his face into your hair, the uncovered curve of his mouth hidden against you as he breathed in slowly.

There was something almost agonisingly tender in the way he held you when no one else could see him. His strength never disappeared, but it did become careful. The same arms that could crush stone curved around you as though guarding a flame from the wind, and every slow pass of his hand over your back carried a devotion too instinctive to require words.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled.

“So are you.”

“Mm. But you’re bigger.”

“I’m aware.”

“Better for tucking.”

His chest moved beneath you, and this time there was no mistaking the low, private huff of laughter buried in your hair. He pressed his face closer, mouth brushing your crown in a kiss so gentle it made your heart ache.

“Go to sleep,” he murmured, tightening his arms when you instinctively burrowed nearer. “I’ll keep you here.”

As if there were any force in the world powerful enough to remove you.

You look up from your desk, barely surprised anymore by the question she seems to ask you every day about your personal interests. The day before it had been "tea or coffee, and if coffee, how do you take it?" the one before that, "cats or dogs?"... though the one that caught you most off guard was on the second day: "what are your red flags in a man?"

At first you figured she was just trying to be friendly, which was sweet of her, since you'd only just gotten to the base and were still learning your way around the staff. But even though she was kind to you, she never really opened up in conversation either, practically bolting off somewhere the second you gave her whatever information she needed. Lately, actually, she'd seemed a little annoyed, or impatient, every time she showed up at your office, like she was carrying out some duty that wasn't hers to begin with.

"Tashigi's on assignment on another island, could you bring these documents to the vice admiral yourself?" a marine asks you a few days later.

So you agree, walking into Smoker's office without knocking, since you know he's not in. You go up to a desk buried in papers and set down the stack you're carrying. And just before you turn to leave, among mission files and classified reports, a sheet of paper catches your eye, written in his own hand, which must mean it matters. With your index finger you tilt it slightly, careful not to touch it more than that, and you find it's a list of questions, some already answered, many others still waiting.

What's your favorite season?

Sunrise or sunset?

Mountains or sea?

Favorite dessert?

Favorite book?

What's the first thing you notice about people?

What's your idea of a perfect date?

Do you like thunderstorms?

Does cigar smoke bother you?

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During his many sea faring ventures Vice Smoker had experienced it all. And yet the one thing that caught his eye was his beautiful beloved Y/N! You are always there for him and make his travels less lonely. Sure he has a crew but you YOU are different! You're his beautiful and amazing wife! He loves having you by his side while he's at the helm of course but also when traveling on foot. Just going for a walk with you and listening to you talk about your interests always makes his day! He'll just sit there thinking "Gods above thank you for letting my path intertwine with Y/N!" you're the light of his life his everything! Never forget❣️

During his many sea faring ventures Vice Smoker had experienced it all. And yet the one thing that caught his eye was his beautiful beloved Y/N! You are always there for him and make his travels less lonely. Sure he has a crew but you YOU are different! You're his beautiful and amazing wife! He loves having you by his side while he's at the helm of course but also when traveling on foot. Just going for a walk with you and listening to you talk about your interests always makes his day! He'll just sit there thinking "Gods above thank you for letting my path intertwine with Y/N!" you're the light of his life his everything! Never forget❣️

LOOK AT MY BABY GIRL!! LOOK IT! I love this commission so so much. Look how friggin cute Delphian is with her little onsie and froggy? Just AHHHHHH I CANT! Just all the details and just ahhhhh

Oh my gosh ya'll got to go commission this sweet dear:. They are so sweet and great to work with and really put a lot of love and care into their work. Im def going to commission them again!