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One Piece Headcanon ☆ How the Straw Hats react when they see You in a Swimsuit for the first time.

Reader Info : neutral pronouns, reader body is serving tea Genre : Humor, slice of life, slight romance Setting : Sunny day on an island with a luxury resort. Everyone’s in swimwear, goofing off, relaxing until you walk out in your swimsuit

Luffy

He’s munching on meat near the poolside when he turns and sees you walking out. "OHHH Y/N! You look different! Wait, why’s everyone choking on their food?!" He doesn’t fully get why the others are stunned, but he walks up, grins wide, and grabs your hand : "Come cannonball with me!! You look cool!" (Luffy’s impressed, but more focused on having fun than ogling)

Zoro

Chillin’ with his arms crossed, eyes closed. One eye opens as you pass. He catches everything in a split second. "Damn." He grunts, looks away, but the slight pink on his ears betrays him. Goes back to pretending like he’s unaffected... until Sanji starts screaming, and Zoro’s like : "Tch. Simmer down, ero-cook. It’s just a swimsuit" (He’s lying to himself)

Sanji

Instant nosebleed. He simply collapses and falls in the pool. "M-M-MAMAAAA MIA!! Why didn’t you warn me you were going to destroy me today?! That figure… it’s divine!!" He floats to the surface in a daze, rose petals appearing out of thin air. He might start offering to reapply your sunscreen every 2 minutes.

Nami

She definitely helped you pick that swimsuit. Looks smug when the boys lose their minds. "Told you it would look good." She pretends to be chill but sneaks a look and says, "Okay damn, even I wasn’t expecting it to hit that hard."

Usopp

Chokes on his drink. 'WHO IS THAT? Wait. THAT’S Y/N?!" Starts rambling like, "I’ve seen battleships less powerful than those abs, wait wait forget I said that!" Spends the rest of the day trying not to stare. (He fails)

Franky

SUPER SHOOK. "Y/N!! That body is SUPER SCULPTED! You been hitting the gym behind our backs?!" He’s impressed and very vocal about it, but in a bodybuilder-appreciation way. Might challenge you to a flex-off.

Robin

Elegant little smile. "You look beautiful" Totally unbothered, sipping a cocktail. She sees the chaos and calmly observes like it’s a documentary : "Ah. The male ego crumbles. How fascinating."

Chopper

His face turns beet red. "HEY?! Y-You look amazing!! But I wasn’t staring!! I SWEAR!" Turns into guard-dog mode if anyone’s acting too thirsty. "You pervs better back off!!"

Jinbei

He calmly watches you step out and nods with quiet respect. "Y/N, you carry yourself with strength and grace. That presence commands attention." No need for words... his approval says it all.

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Op boys reaction to their s/o saying "He is my man" Infront of other woman

Warning: Some words, (some grammar too), fem s/o

Feat: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law, Kid, Killer

Luffy

— "Yeah! She's my woman!" He said, wrapping his arm around your waist. He will be completely clueless on what's happening, but he is happy that you claim him as yours.

Sanji

— He will be so damn happy. With tears building up on the side of his eyes. "Im only yours y/n-chwaan!!" He then start spinning around with some heart eyes. Its a bit embarassing, but cute at the same time.

Zoro

— He'll be having the widest grin ever! He'll be chugging beer on the side. "Come on y/n" he stood up from his seat, he approach you and he grab you by the hand. "I don't want to get punished by this woman" he said while pulling you away. He'll be the proudest man tho.

Law

— He'll be looking like a tomato. "Is it really necessary to say" he said to himself. While you the on other hand, you were cursing those woman for trying to flirt with your man. Law gently pull you in his arms. "Please leave us alone, I want us to have a peaceful night together" he said while giving a scary look towards those girls.

Kid

— "Fuck yeah shorty" He'll be smiling like a proud husband. Well, he hate being approached by other woman. While you were cursing at those women, he'll be very happy. "My shorty is all grown up now" He said before looking at killer who's enjoying the show.

Killer

— "Ok that's enough" He then put his helmet in your head. He then hug you tight. He is glad you are fighting for him, but he will not let you hurt those woman, because he is worried you might end up hurting yourself too. "Please leave"

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The Way You See Me. Monkey D. Luffy x reader

Reader Info : she/her pronouns, artist reader (who can't stop drawing Luffy) Based On : This post by @bubblyluffy Genre : Absolute fluff Setting : Post-Wano Arc Warnings : possible spoilers if you haven't seen episodes 1040+

It had become a habit of yours to draw everything you see. But ever since you joined the Straw Hats… your sketchbook kept filling with him.

Monkey D. Luffy, laughing with his mouth wide open like joy couldn’t be contained in his body. Sleeping curled up on the deck in the sun, hat low over his eyes. Standing at the helm, hair windblown, grinning like the world was already his. You never meant to. It just… happened. His presence, his spirit, it clung to your hand even after he was gone from view.

Every day, you kept sketching him over and over, as if the possibilities were endless. Everything about him felt perfect. You drew him in black and white, sometimes in color... especially when the sunset hit just right. That golden light was your favorite way to capture the warm tones of his tanned skin.

During the final battle against Kaido, you’d been far from the center of it all ; drawn into a brutal confrontation of your own. Your fingers were bruised, your knuckles dripping in blood, your Haki burned low beneath your skin.

Just as you were about to close your eyes and seek a moment of rest amid the chaos, you felt something... The air changed. The sky cracked open with light and impossible laughter. You didn’t know how or why, but you could feel him. Your heart dropped but your hands lifted. And right there in the middle of a war, you paused to pull out your sketchbook and draw him. Not with accuracy ; there was no reference for what you were seeing, but lines drew themselves along the inspiration that flowed. Curves like smoke. A grin made of sunlight. Hair wild like soft cotton candy clouds. Luffy, glowing with freedom itself, being freedom itself.

Your pencil could barely keep up with the surge of imagination, and even your Haki of Observation struggled to track the flood of ideas. You visualized his aura... his presence. This ability had proven useful for sketching unseen enemies before, but in this moment, he consumed every corner of your mind. That white-haired warrior, the soldier of freedom, you could see it, feel him, before anyone else.

Back on the Sunny, the memory haunted you ; not in fear, but in awe. You’d never seen anything more beautiful in your life. So, you drew him, again and again. In every spare second you had between painting the new log pose maps, restoring crew portraits, carving shipboard emblems, and making visual book records for the world that would one day ask : what was it like to follow the Pirate King ? You sketched him.

Luffy on the mast, Luffy tangled in the rigging like a kid in a jungle gym, Luffy asleep with meat in his hand, Luffy floating in the sky, in that godly form of myth and joy.

Nami once leaned over your shoulder and murmured, “You caught his spirit.” Robin just smiled softly and said, “You see him clearly.” Sanji caught a glimpse and immediately collapsed. “Mon dieu! I would trade my heart for a drawing that detailed! Please! Pose me like one of your swordsmen!” Which became a running joke. You deflected it all with flushed cheeks and awkward laughter. You didn’t hide your sketchbook… but you never offered it, either. Not to him... Especially not to him. Even though you knew he wasn’t the type to judge, with a mind so pure, how could he ever? You still found yourself wondering. He loved things like stories of battles, Usopp’s silly anecdotes, Robin’s strange tales… He was, in truth, sensitive to art. He knew how to appreciate things... in his own way.

But... how could you explain it ? He wasn’t just your captain. He was a storm and a sky and a thousand blank pages you wanted to fill. He was freedom. And you were in love with him.

One afternoon, you were dozing in a hammock when you woke to find someone crouched nearby, flipping through your sketchbook : Wide eyes, barefoot. Straw hat.

Your heart seized in your chest. “Luffy-!”

He looked up, smiling. “This is me.” You scrambled upright. “I-I didn’t mean to-!”

“I like it.” He turned another page. “You even drew that time I jumped off the crow’s nest and landed on Usopp. That was funny.”

“That’s not the point,” you muttered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. He tilted his head. “Then what is?” You hesitated. He looked at you with a child’s honesty, one hand still resting on a half-finished sketch of him mid-smile. “Is this how you see me?” he asked.

You could’ve lied. You could’ve laughed it off and said it was just for fun, for documentation, for the crew’s story. But he was looking at you like your answer mattered. So, you nodded.

And Luffy’s smile widened ; not his usual chaotic grin, but something… softer. Something you hadn’t seen before. Something he’d been saving for the right time. “I like it,” he said again. “You always look when I’m not paying attention. But now I know what you are doing.”

You swallowed. “You’re the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen.” He tilted his head back, like he was testing those words in the wind. “You know… stories always make me happy. When someone tells them, or draws them. It’s like they’re giving part of the world back to me.”

Then he dropped onto the floor beside your hammock, arms folded behind his head, hat shading his eyes. “I don’t really get love stuff,” he said. Then he looked up at you “But when I look at your drawings, I feel… warm.”

You blinked. “That’s probably something, right?” he asked.

Your chest tightened, but not in fear. In recognition. “I think so,” you whispered. He reached softly for your hand, in a small, open gesture. You took it. And he held on, thumb brushing your knuckles.

“You always talk about freedom,” you said. “I think I wanted to capture it. But then I realized… it was just you.” He grinned, pure and golden bright. “Guess you caught me then.”

And when he looked at you again, it wasn’t your captain or a godlike warrior made of rubber and lightning. It was as someone who understood. Your sketchbook lay open beside you, and the next page was blank. And you already knew what you’d draw next.

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One Piece Headcanon ☆ How your relationship with Luffy would start and then grow.

Or How to Fall for a Ray of Sunshine Without Getting Burned

Reader Info : neutral pronouns Genre : Absolute fluff Setting : Anywhere and anytime in the OP universe

We all know Monkey D. Luffy does not flirt, he literally does not have that function installed. He is a rubbered war weapon in a straw hat, and he runs on meat, loyalty, and chaos. Love is the least of his priorities, he probably doesn't even know what it is.

He’s the kind of person who grabs your hand and runs off into an adventure without telling you where you’re going. He smiles like a sunshine and says things like “You’re really cool!” when you show off your powers without understanding the effect it has on your heart, your soul, your will to live. He hugs you randomly and he lays in your lap like it’s no big deal. He calls you “his favorite” while asking for food. And none of it means anything that important in his head, because love, for him, is just the air he breathes.

And yet that doesn’t stop you from falling for him.

At first, it’s all the little moments. His laugh when he gets excited or the way he pouts when he doesn't get the food he wants. The fact that he trusts you completely, in that blunt and unfiltered Luffy way.

He’s not subtle. He’s not coy. He’s not flirty at all. But he wants you around all the time like a lost puppy.

You're the first person he drags when he wants to chase a butterfly or climb something stupid. He sits next to you during dinner, even when there’s room somewhere else. He leans on you without thinking. He touches your shoulder when he talks to you like he needs the contact to make sure you’re still there. But he doesn’t get it... He doesn’t get why your heart beats so fast. Why your face gets warm when he grabs your hand in the middle of a festival. Why you stammer sometimes when he calls you amazing or says “I’m glad you’re here.” Because in his head, he’s just being Luffy. And in your head, you’re spiraling...

The day you decide you want to confess, you try to be as little dramatic as possible. It’s just Luffy after all, he wouldn’t even reject but you fear he has absolutely no interest in you other than being his crew mate (which is absolutely great by the way)

But your feelings… It’s just too much to handle. You need to be settled once and for good. So one day, when you're both watching the stars from the deck, legs hanging over the side, you nudge him gently and say : “Hey… do you ever think about stuff like love?” Like the big baby you are. He blinks. “Like… Stuff Sanji keeps talking about ?”

You nod. He’s quiet for a second. You can hear the creak of the ship, the distant waves. And then he shrugs. “Not really. I like people! I love my crew. But love is weird. It’s like...” he frowns, trying to squish big feelings into small words, “...like eating something sweet but you don’t know what it's called. But you want more and more… so you try to get more ? I dunno.”

You try to smile. “It’s kind of that I guess.” He glances at you. And there’s a pause. A long one. “Is it?”

“Yeah,” you say softly. “And you’re good at it.” He doesn’t say anything right away. But after this conversation, things change. He starts sitting closer. Starts watching you longer. Starts asking you questions for once, how you feel, what you like, what scares you. And when you answer, he listens. He still doesn’t flirt. He still doesn’t “date.” But he starts choosing you. Every time. He saves the best piece of meat for you (a true love language). He falls asleep next to you, legs tangled, head on your shoulder, like he belongs there. He gets protective. Not possessive, but fierce. If someone makes you uncomfortable... Luffy’s already between you and them like “Back off.”

He says it like it means everything. And when it finally clicks, when he realizes how you feel (because someone says it out loud, or maybe you finally break and just tell him), he goes quiet. Like, actually, worryingly, quiet. No grin. No laugh. No yelling. He just stares at you for a long, long moment. And then says :

“...Oh. That’s what that was?” He processes it like someone handed him a treasure map and he suddenly understands where it’s been pointing this whole time. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a while and didn’t know that’s what it was.”

He’s still Luffy. Still chaotic. He gets distracted mid-kiss because he smelled cake. He still doesn’t understand subtlety or why Nami rolled her eyes when he called you “mine” in front of an entire kingdom. But he means it.

He holds your hand because he wants to. He rests his head on your lap sometimes for no reason. He tells people “that’s mine” with the same pride he uses to talk about the One Piece.

And when things are quiet, when the stars are out and the crew’s asleep and it’s just you and him.

He presses his forehead to yours and whispers, “I don’t know how to be in love, but I want to try with you.”

And somehow, impossibly... that’s more than enough.

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I got one for you? The Strawhats with the reader who is bisexual but keep said a secret because she would feel embarrassed about it? It becomes a surprise to everyone

(except for Robin, Jinbei and Chopper they secretly know about it, but were also supportive😁)

I know it was hard for me to come out of my shell about being bisexual😓

One Piece OS/Headcanon ☆ How the Strawhats would react to you being bisexual

Thank you Anon for this request, I was running out of ideas! I don't know if you wanted a fanfic or a headcanon so I chose what inspired me most, I hope you like it :)

Reader Info : she/her pronouns, bisexual reader Genre : Humor, slice of life Setting : A random day on the Thousand Sunny.

Dinner on the Thousand Sunny is never quiet. Someone’s always yelling over food, laughing, talking with their mouth full (usually Luffy), and the vibe is 90% “family reunion” and 10% “food fight waiting to happen.”

Which is exactly why your guard is down. You're seated between Nami and Usopp, halfway through your second helping of rice, joking and laughing like everything’s normal, because it is normal. Until it isn’t.

It starts with a casual question. Just some teasing, innocent nonsense. Someone (probably Sanji) says something like: “Y’know, (Y/N), you’re always picky. What’s even your type? Is it me??? Please! Let it be me...!”

And you're caught mid-bite. You shrug, trying to play it cool.

“Tall, cool, emotionally unavailable…” you joke, grinning. “Man or woman, doesn't matter, as long as they could make my life a little spicy.”

...Forks stop clinking. Luffy drops a meat bone, confused.

Usopp chokes on soup. Zoro turns his head so fast it actually cracks. Brook whispers “Oh my god” even though he doesn’t have one.

You freeze, eyes wide. “...Wait. Did I say that out loud?” Yes. Yes you did. And now every Straw Hat within earshot is looking at you like you just announced you were a spy for the World Government.

Luffy squints. “So... you like girls too?”

Nami’s face lights up like a lantern. “You DO? Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me?!”

Sanji has fully combusted. Like, head-down-on-the-table, steam-coming-from-his-ears combusted.

Usopp’s voice cracks: “But that means...when you said Vivi was hot... YOU MEANT IT ??” Duh. Of course you meant it. Anyone would.

Zoro looks vaguely offended again, like your bisexuality has personally challenged his worldview. “You’re telling me all this time, we’ve been calling Sanji the flirt, but you’re out here scouting the whole population?”

Robin is sipping her wine with the smuggest little smile like: I knew from day one, but go off.

You stammer. You laugh. You try to wave it off. “It’s not a big deal! I just didn’t think it was, like, important. I wasn’t hiding it, I just… hadn’t said it.” But it’s too late. The crew is fully spiraling.

Chopper is asking, “Does that mean more crush options Statistically?” in the most innocent way. Brook is trying to write a song about it. Jinbei nods wisely and says, “We all carry pieces of ourselves until the sea makes them light again,” which may or may not have made you cry a little.

And Nami?? Nami just leans in with a wicked grin and says, “So when I caught you staring at that barmaid in Shells Town, I wasn’t imagining things.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Nice.”

And then... somehow... it gets worse.

Because Luffy (sweet summer captain) decides that now is the time to yell : “HEYYYYYYYYYYY!! (Y/N) LIKES GIRLS TOO!!”

And now we are sure that the whole ship knows. Possibly other ships hear. The sea knows.

Sanji looks up, tear-streaked and glowing like the sun. “My beloved is a goddess among mortals… a patron of beauty… a divine creature with endless taste...!”

Zoro throw a bread roll at his head. You bury your face in your hands. You are never living this down. But the thing is... Later that night, when things quiet down and everyone’s full and smiling and soft… When you’re helping clean up, and Robin touches your shoulder gently and says, “You know, you’re always safe here”… When Chopper gives you a tiny thumbs-up and Sanji offers you tea without being weird about it…

You realize you feel lighter. You weren’t planning to come out over curry and chaos and Nami’s margaritas. But somehow… it turned out kind of perfect.

And yeah, Zoro will call you “heartbreaker” for a week like the boomer he is. And Luffy will ask every new person you meet “if they’re your type.” And Sanji may or may not write a poem called “My Bee-sexual Queen” and sing it at breakfast.

But this crew? They’ve got you. All of you. 💛

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Could you please do a headcanon about how your relationship started but with Sanji?

(like you did with the Zoro?)

One Piece Headcanon ☆ How your relationship with Sanji would start and then grow.

Thank you anon for this request !

Or How To Flirt with the Biggest Virgin Alive

Reader Info : neutral pronouns Genre : Romance Setting : anywhere and anytime in the OP universe or alternative universe.

So, the thing about Sanji is that he flirts with everyone, literally everyone, all the time. Like, constantly. So if you say hi : He drops to one knee and asks for your hand in marriage. If you sneeze? "Bless you, angel of the sea, light of my life, god(dess) of love." Or, if you ask where the forks are? He’s already written you a sonnet about how you deserve to be fed only gold-plated food by candlelight in Paris. If you dare BREATHE ? You must be protected by all means and by all means I mean he could start a war if needed. (This is only slightly exaggerated)

So at first, you don’t take it personally because you know this is just how he is with anybody that's attractive (at least that means you're attractive). But you just think you're not special, you're just…next in line...

But you are interested still.

And when you start trying to be a bit more direct, or you know flirt back, leaning into the compliments, teasing him a little, giving him actual heart eyes... he doesn’t realise the meaning of it. Because in his head you’re way out of his league so obviously you’re just being polite. Or, he’s too busy dramatically spiraling over Nami because she smiled at him once six days ago.

At some point, happens what happens : You get fed up. This situation really isn't bearable anymore because you’ve been laughing at his dumb flirty jokes, complimenting his cooking, finding excuses to be in the kitchen, and he’s still out here writing poems about Robin in the bath while you’re LITERALLY offering to taste-test his damn delicious soup but why would you even do that he knows it's good !

You give yourself an internal ted-talk and think : "I am not going to be background noise in this man’s romantic comedy. If I want something, I’ll say it. I’ll spell it out letter by letter if needed, with a sharpie, with glitter if needed."

So one day you sit him down. Or maybe you don’t actually... maybe it just comes out one night while you're both cleaning up dinner and while he takes turn on complimenting you, Robin then Nami, over and over. "You know, Sanji" you pause a good moment "If you only flirted with me the way you flirt with everyone else, maybe we’d already be dating."

…Immediate brain error. He looks at you and his extinguished cigarette falls on the ground. "Wait… what did you say ? Y/n-swan...." Because he genuinely hadn’t considered the idea that you actually liked him. No... you didn't just like his cooking or his terrible french.

So what happens next... Because now that he knows? He falls so hard and fast you’d think gravity itself punched him in the face.

Suddenly, the way he flirts and compliments you is different. It's still Sanji of course so there's still poetry and elaborate compliments, and dramatic flower bouquets, this time it's sincere. He means it, he knows you it makes you feel, and he loves the way he feels about it.

You don’t just get "princess treatment", you get "once in a generation royal soulmate" treatment.

He brings you coffee exactly how you like it, every morning. He learns your favorite dish and perfects it in three days. He lets you into his kitchen WHILE he cooks and that’s when you know it’s serious because that’s sacred ground, that’s like Zoro sharing a sake bottle or Luffy sharing meat.

You cook together sometimes but you quickly learn Sanji’s way of cooking is less "efficient teamwork" and more "he chops one carrot while gazing at you like you hung the stars" He puts flour on your nose just so he has an excuse to wipe it off. (You pretend to hate it but gosh you really don’t.)

And when things get quiet, when it’s late at night, and the ship is still, and he’s got his sleeves rolled up and your head on his shoulder; he tells you things he’s never told anyone. About the Baratie, about Zeff. About how he never thought someone would choose him like this.

And you realize... for all the flash and flirting and endless “m’lady” theatrics, deep down Sanji’s just a soft, lonely guy (a virgin yeah) who never thought he deserved someone to look at him the way he looks at everyone else.

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One Piece Headcanon ☆ How your relationship with Zoro would start and then grow.

or How to Flirt with an Oblivious, Cold, and Stupid Man.

Reader Info : neutral pronouns Genre : Romance Setting : Anywhere and anytime in the OP universe or alternative universe.

Zoro wouldn’t notice your signals. Not at first. He literally has one brain cell and it’s doing pull-ups for his goals. Becoming the world’s strongest swordsman, not, you know, falling in love.

He’s respectful, yeah. He nods when you say hi. Maybe holds the door open. But that’s it. Your eye contact? Missed. Your lingering smile? Ignored. He doesn't consider even one second the possibility that someone could be into him, even less you. And it’s not because he’s humble, he just genuinely does not think that way. Dating isn’t on his radar, and flirting? Don't even talk about it, has he ever even thought of it?

Eventually, you get tired of it. Tired of throwing him the biggest signals possible, of sending obvious glances. You finally think to yourself : “I’m a grown adult. If I want something to happen, I’m gonna make it happen. Manifest it. Speak it into existence.” What's the worst thing that could happen? Ohh nooo he says no. Okay. You’ll survive. I promise you'll be fine and finally you’ll stop obsessing over a man who doesn’t get sarcasm and can’t tell the difference between flirting and friendship. You’ll move on I swear. Right now you just think too much.

So you make the first move. Just a basic little question...

"So… do you ever get lost on purpose, or does it just happen?" (You’re joking. He doesn’t get it.) "Huh? No. I just take routes that aren’t weak." …Yeah. Still not rejection though so I guess it's fine.

Next time, you try again. A little bolder this time. You lean in, eyes sparkling, voice warm.

"You know, I think you’d look good in a black button-down shirt! But open at the top." He blinks. “…Why would I wear that to train?” But you see it... that tiny bit of processing behind the eyes. He got it finally and he’s a bit flustered. A little stunned you know he's not used to this. He doesn’t say much, but you catch him watching you longer next time. Maybe even smirking, just a little. You finally got his attention! That wasn't so hard finally, you just needed to be direct.

When things actually start heating up, it’s a mess... because you’re trying to act perfect (even though you know he’s seen you trip over nothing) and he is trying to act normal, like this is just casual and whatever, but he’s so awkward and clumsy with it. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He’ll zone out and then realize he’s been staring at your lips for a full minute. Then pretend he wasn’t. Then walk into a door.

And you fall a little harder.

Then, it happens : you catch him in a vulnerable moment. He’d just come back from a fight... a bad one. His shoulder’s cut up, there’s blood on his shirt, and you can see that he’s not just bruised... he’s pissed at himself. But when you offer to help patch him up, he doesn’t say no.

He sits there, silent but letting you clean the wound. Not flinching, ,ot bragging either.... you can feel how heavy it is for him, not the injury, but the fact that he lost. But, he lets you see him like this. That’s how you know he trusts you, even if he’ll never say it like that. Normally you’d be completely turned off by this whole thing. You're not into "bad boys", you'd be so cringed if it were someone else. But with Zoro… it’s different. You understand that fighting isn’t what defines him. It’s the purpose behind it. The promise, the loyalty, and you respect it fully.

When you two finally get close, like really close, it’s the best kind of mess.

He’s goofy. Not intentionally... he’s just kind of dumb sometimes. Leaves his swords in weird places, falls asleep in the middle of your conversations, says ridiculously serious things with a deadpan face that makes you laugh until you cry. Sometimes he trains shirtless in the sun and you genuinely think you might pass out. Other times he trips on a step and says it was part of his "agility routine."

But he loves deeply, in the rare and unwavering way. He won’t say much, but when he looks at you, it’s with full attention. And that’s when you know... every missed signal and every moment you thought he’d never get it… it was all worth it.

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seriously at my limit

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Chat is asking him to put on the raid suit for the meme

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High Stakes. Crocodile x reader

Reader Info : she/her pronouns, flirty personality, tattooed Genre : Power tension, verbal foreplay Setting : Rain Dinners Casino, his private lounge, late at night.

The Rain Dinners casino sparkled under low amber lights, filled with the clink of coins and the mutter of vice.

You moved through the chaos like a blade smoothly, wrapped in dark silk and sin, tattoos peeking from the slits of your dress like whispered secrets. Men stared. Women envied. No one touched. Because you were his.

Well.

Technically, you worked for him. But you never liked technicalities. Tonight, you’d felt the weight of his gaze from the upper lounge for hoursm behind the glass, behind the smoke, behind the pretense of disinterest. So you pushed it. You always did. A whisper to a high roller. A hand grazing too long on a guard’s arm. A casual lean over the bar that pulled your dress just enough to tease the ink on your spine. And when the shift ended?

A summons.

Your heart flipped. You smiled. You climbed the stairs to his private suite, heels tapping like a countdown.

Clack.

Clack.

Clack.

Clack.

He was already waiting. Leaning back on the velvet settee, legs crossed, cigar burning slowly between his fingers. “Sit,” he said without looking up. You sat. Not across from himm but next to him. Very close. Too close. “How can I help you, boss?” He exhaled smoke, eyes sliding your way.

“You think you’re clever,” he said, voice low and thick like molasses. “No,” you said, crossing one leg over the other, letting the slit fall open over your thigh. “I know I’m clever.” Another drag. Another beat of silence. “You’ve been testing me.” You tilted your head. “Or maybe I’m just trying to get your attention.”

“You had it,” he said flatly. “You’ve had it since the moment you walked into my casino with ink on your neck and an attitude.” You smirked. “Should I apologize?”

“Don’t insult me.” Another long pause. You stood quiet this time. Then, his eyes lowered... slowly... to the exposed tattoo on your thigh. A curl of ink. A dagger, maybe. Or a snake. You let the silence stretch, then murmured, “You want to touch it, right?” His jaw flexed. You leaned in, fingers ghosting near the collar of his coat, just brushing the lapel. “Or maybe,” you whispered, “you want to touch me.”

He moved fast. One arm hooked around your waist, dragging you across the velvet cushions into his lap, like a predator finally deciding to strike.

But even then... even there... he didn’t kiss you. He just stared, cigarette smoke curling between you, hand at your lower back, firm and heavy. “Say it,” he growled. “Say what?” you breathed, biting your lip.

“That you know exactly what you’re doing.”

You smiled, “Of course I do.” Your faces were inches apart. Then he leaned in... mouth brushing the shell of your ear, voice so low it wasn’t even a whisper: “Next time you act like you want it. You’d better be ready to take it.”

And he let you go. Just like that. Left you breathless, flustered, and burning. “Now get out,” he said calmly, taking another drag from his cigar. “Before I forget I don’t mix business and pleasure.”

You stood up, carefully. But before removing yourself completely, you leaned down, one knee resting on the velvet cushions, lips nearly brushing his jaw. “And here I thought I was the pleasure.”

[hitohitonomi]

Tame. Rob Lucci x tattooed!reader

Reader Info : she/her pronouns, flirty personality, tattooed Genre : Slow-burn, mission distraction, teasing him and risking your life lol, (enemies to lovers ?) Setting : Government banquet undercover mission, CP0 mingling, and you’re not supposed to be here.

You weren’t supposed to be in this part of the compound, but that had never stopped you before.

The Cipher Pol banquet was formal, quiet, full of masked agents with rigid postures and tighter lips. You wore a white dress with a slit far too high, tattoos winding up your legs and arms like living ink.

They stared. But not him. Rob Lucci sat at the far end of the room, silent, back straight, arms folded. He hadn’t touched his wine. You made it a personal mission to change that.

“Is this seat taken?” you asked, sliding in beside him before he could answer. “I didn’t say yes.”

“I didn’t wait for yes.” He didn’t turn nor glance your way. He just said; “You’re not on the guest list.” You smiled, leaning close enough for your shoulder to brush his arm. “You noticed that fast. I’m flattered.”

“You’re not important enough to be here,” he said flatly. “I think you mean dangerous enough.” He turned his head slowly. And finally, those sharp gold eyes met yours. “You mistake my silence for interest.”

“I know a look when I see it,” you whispered. “You’ve been watching me since I walked in.”

“I observe everything.”

“Do you fantasize about everything too?” A flicker of movement. His eye twitched.

Victory.

You smiled wider, brushing your tattooed fingers along the rim of his glass. “Tell me, Lucci. Do you prefer obedience, or… challenges?”

“I prefer silence.”

“So I’m your worst nightmare, huh?”

“No,” he said calmly. “Nightmares end.”

You chuckled. “And I don’t?” He didn't reply.

You leaned in... closer than was appropriate, closer than was safe. The back of your hand grazed the inside of his wrist. “I wonder,” you murmured, “what it would take to make you lose control.” His voice came low, cold, and terrifyingly measured. “Do you want to find out?”

You grinned, teeth flashing. “Terribly.”

His gaze dropped, just for a second, to the ink snaking along your chest. Then, without a word, he stood. He walked off. You blinked, his coldness could still surprise you sometimes. But just before he disappeared into the shadows at the edge of the corridor, he paused and looked back.

“Follow me,” he said. That was not a question. That was a command.

The hallway outside the ballroom was unnervingly quiet... stone floors, heavy shadows, the kind of silence only high security can buy. And not a single soul in sight. You followed Lucci without hesitation, every step echoing softly beneath your heels. He was quiet, and didn't bother glancing back. He just led you deeper. You wondered... briefly... if he was going to kill you.

Exciting.

Finally, he stopped at an empty conference room... no windows, one locked door. He opened it with a code you didn’t bother memorizing. Inside there was silence, a low desk light, and tension that hit you like a slap. He turned to face you the second the door clicked shut.

“You have five seconds to explain what you’re doing here,” he said coldly. You smiled, stepping inside the room like you owned it.

“Five seconds? That’s generous. You usually give people three.” He didn’t move... he just watched you. It was measured and calculating. So you wandered to the side table, dragging a finger across it. Dustless. Pristine. Like everything else in this polished hellscape. “So you knew I was trouble when I walked in.”

“I knew you were unauthorized. That’s different.”

“I’m here with intel,” you said smoothly, turning toward him with your dress slipping slightly off your shoulder. “Not on the record. You think they invite me to wine and dine without a reason?”

His gaze flicked, barely... to the ink on your shoulder. You stepped closer. “They wanted someone who could blend in. Someone who could get answers with… unconventional methods.” His voice was low. “You mean manipulation.”

“I mean charm.”

“Same thing.”

“Then you’re saying I’m good at it.” Still no reaction. So you pushed further... literally. Closing the distance between you until you were nearly chest to chest. His jaw clenched. “You’re not afraid of me,” he muttered. “I’m not afraid of anything that stares at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like it’s trying so hard to hold back.”

That made him falter... just for a moment. His eyes sharpened, but his breath shifted in a way he couldn’t quite hide. It was subtle, but telling.

Then-

BOOM. The floor trembled. Somewhere beneath the tower, a muffled explosion rattled the walls. You both turned. Alarms didn’t go off, not yet. But the pulse of danger was instant and real. Lucci was already pulling a communicator from his pocket. “Room 9, structural shift. Possible breach.” Pause. “Investigating now.” You tilted your head. “Romantic.”

He ignored you, pulling open a hidden door in the back wall. Behind it, a narrow stone stairwell stretched downward... very old and unmarked, silent... You raised a brow. “Always the dramatic exits.”

“You coming?” he said, already moving. “Like you have to ask.”

Down the sublevel, the walls were older. Less polished. Stone corridors from some long-forgotten expansion. There were no guards, no signs. Only the dull flicker of emergency lights guiding the way. Lucci moved like a ghost... silent, efficient. You followed more slowly, letting your steps echo on purpose. He glanced back. Once.

“You don’t know when to be quiet, do you?”

“Never learned,” you said sweetly, brushing past him in the tight space. “But you like it.”

He didn’t respond. But you heard the way his breath caught when your tattooed fingers skimmed his side. You paused in front of a locked vault door; old CP9-era architecture. Lucci examined it, muttering to himself. You leaned against the wall. “So serious when you’re working.”

“At least I am working.”

You grinned. “So am I. Teasing you is a full-time job.”

He looked at you then... really looked. with an unreadable face. His eyes burning quiet gold. You could almost hear him growl.

And this time… he didn’t look away. He just said; “Do you ever stop pushing?”

“Not until you pull.” Another pause. And then- BANG. Something behind the vault hit the wall hard. You both turned toward the noise at the same time. But before either of you could react-

You stumbled. The tremor shook the floor again. Lucci caught your wrist instantly with a firm grip, rougher than usual.

You landed against him, chest-to-chest, his hand still holding you upright. Your lips were inches from his. His arm was around your waist. His breathing wasn’t even... not anymore.

And you? You smiled, voice barely a whisper.

“Gotcha.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. He just leaned in... so close your noses brushed. So close you swore you felt his lips ghost over yours. But then-

Footsteps. Somewhere up the corridor. So he stepped back like you burned him. You caught yourself against the wall, exhaling slowly, heart pounding. “Coward,” you said again, breathless.

He didn’t look back. But this time, when you spoke... it wasn’t a warning.

“You can't walk away forever.” you murmured, the edge in your tone sharp and deliberate.

It was a promise.

[hitohitonomi]

Ink & Impulse. Trafalgar Law x reader

Reader Info : neutral pronouns, flirty personality, tattooed reader Genre : Flirty banter, slow tension Setting : On the Polar Tang, mid-voyage.

You leaned back in the ship’s medical bay, perched on the edge of Law’s desk like it belonged to you. He didn’t look at you. Of course not. He was scribbling on a clipboard, brows furrowed, doing his best to ignore the fact that you were very much shirtless, your torso covered only by a bandage wrap and a dozen or so bold, dark tattoos stretching along your ribs and arms. “So,” you said, voice casual, “do you do ink, or just take notes?”

“I’m working,” Law muttered, not looking up.

“I can multitask.”

You leaned back just enough that the light caught the coiled serpent across your collarbone, the one you knew he glanced at earlier, even if he pretended not to. “I’m just saying,” you continued lazily. “For a doctor, you’ve got an awful lot of tattoos. Thought maybe you’d appreciate mine.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t,” he said, flipping a page.

“So you do appreciate them?”

He remained silent for a moment. “They’re…detailed.” You smirked. That was basically a love confession from him. You slid closer, letting your bare leg rest against the side of his desk. “Want to guess what my first one was?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll tell me anyway.” You leaned in, voice dropping an octave. “It’s on my hip.” Law finally glanced up, and immediately regretted it. Because there you were, eyes heavy-lidded, finger dragging idly along the curve of your side, tracing something just below the fabric line. His jaw tightened. “That’s not where you got injured,” he said, setting the clipboard down with more force than necessary. “Didn’t say it was,” you grinned. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d ask.”

You watched his eyes flick away again, always controlled, always trying to stay above it. “You’re insufferable,” he muttered. “Am I?” you asked. He didn’t answer. Instead, he stood, tall, looming, trying to reassert something. “Get off the desk.”

“Or...?” His golden eyes snapped back to yours, sharp and gleaming. You could practically hear the clock ticking in his head. Then, finally, he stepped in. Close. Too close. One hand braced on the desk beside your hip, the other ghosting near your jaw but never touching.

His voice dropped. “You think I haven’t noticed every time you sit too close? Every time you touch me when you don’t need to?”

“Have I been distracting, Captain?” His eyes flicked to your lips. “Yes.” You grinned wildly, shameless. “Good.” He hovered there for a beat longer, eyes dark, hands clenched, before he pulled back like you were on fire.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he muttered, turning away. You slid off the desk slowly, brushing your fingers along his arm as you passed.

“Guess you’ll have to keep me close, then,” you purred. “To monitor the symptoms.” His ears turned red.

You didn’t miss it.

[hitohitonomi]

One of my favourite facial expressions in op is the “there’s NO WAY in hell I’m loosing to a teenager wearing flip flops” face

[hitohitonomi]

Tides of Troubles

One Piece One Shots x Reader

Hey! I’m Ange and this is my side blog. My main is @anjeix 🪽

In celebration of : me finally continuing One Piece…

Here's a collection of one shots, a mix of stories/HC and revamped versions of the fanfics I wrote when I was 16 (so, yes, pardon the occasional cringe). Expect playful chaos, a bit of drama, and maybe even some romantic tension along the way.

Label : x reader Pronouns used : either neutral or she/her. Canon : yes ! I try to respect each character's personality (as how I see them). Sometimes I specify the timeline, but I avoid major spoilers. Warnings ? : None! My writings are sfw

MASTERPOST :

Roronoa Zoro ☆ Green with... something.

Sanji ☆ Sweet on You.

Trafalgar Law ☆ Ink & Impulse.

Rob Lucci ☆ Tame.

Sir Crocodile ☆ High Stakes

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Note : Book is available on Wattpad.