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[lover-from-the-past]

Caring for Your Crew

Apothecary!Reader x Shanks, Crocodile, Buggy, and Ace (separate)

- Shanks: mentions of bruises, phantom limb, drinking/alcohol, scarring | Crocodile: smoking and rolling cigars, vague mention of addiction | Buggy: sunburn | Ace: Nightmares

- Lowkey suggestive in all (minus Ace’s srry)

Shanks

Late into the light, Shanks gave up on sleep.

The bruises on his ribs were sore, his temples pounded, and his shoulder ached from the phantom sensation of his arm still being there.

Blindly, he made his way out of his room and down the hall, muscle memory building him up the stairs and into the converted room that made up your apothecary. Letting his eyes adjust to the light you had on, he made his way towards the back of the room where he knew you’d likely be working.

He collapsed down onto the chaise beside your work table, his head tipped back against the arm of the chair.

“Are you alright?” You asked, looking up from your book to observe your captain.

He was disheveled, more so than usual. His hair was askew from restlessness, the scruff of his beard left unshaven, and his body was stiffer than it had been in a while.

“No.” Was his murmured response, “My ribs hurt, my head aches, and I’m unable to sleep because of my damned arm. Lack of it. Whatever.”

With great effort, he opened his eyes as you got up from your desk, stepping around the room to pick up tins and jars. When you finally stopped in front of him, he heaved himself up.

Your hands were cold against his skin as you took off his shirt, letting him slouch back down as you looked at his bruises and his shoulder.

He heard the scraping of a tin being opened before feeling your fingers gently work a balm into his temples. It smelled softly of mint and chamomile, cooling his skin as you massaged it in. Your hands retracted, but he didn’t open his eyes.

He flinched slightly as you touched his shoulder, the pain flaring from the irritated skin atop his scars.

Something hadn’t healed fully right after his arm was bitten off. The scars kept aching, the skin stayed sensitive, and the muscle and bone of his shoulder felt different with each wether pattern.

He groaned as you began to lightly apply some ointment to the skin, his brows knotting together as his flesh began to cool and tingle. It was an odd feeling, though pleasant. Even more so as you began to lightly rub over the scars, your thumbs gently working through the tension and pain. He inhaled deeply, his breath becoming slightly labored as you pushed out the deep rooted ache.

“Feels good,” He murmured, another groan following his words as you pressed on a particularly tight muscle. He didn’t hear your reply, but the soft kiss pressed against his collarbone was enough.

You continued to work, sliding your hands down his torso to find the bruises left from a run in with the navy.

You massaged the skin there, too, before applying a cool cloth to the skin.

Before you pulled away, he reached his good hand down to take yours, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to the pads of your fingers.

Crocodile

Crocodile ducked into the dimly lit room, his eyes finding you in the center of the room as you worked to fill little bags with carefully measured out portions. From the look of it, you were making teas; he recognized the smell of cinnamon and clove, his eyes finding the brightness of hibiscus and rose petals shuffled into the mixture.

“What services may I offer you, Sir?” You asked, a smile curling your lips as you continued to fill your tea bags.

“I’m out of cigars and whatever balm you gave me last time.” He answered bluntly, taking a seat at the little bar to your left. Behind the bar were most of your dried herbs, syrups, and infusions. The bar served as a drink table with easy access to your herbs and whatnot, and it was the place you predominantly rolled his cigars. He used to have his own line of them, in Alabasta. He had bought many brands before that. However none compared to yours; your tobacco was rich with nicotine, the varieties you carried suited to tastes he had not known he had. Some were sweet and light, others bitter and robust, and others still were spicy and aromatic. You played with the flavors, creating something new each time.

“I have a few more bags to fill, and then I’ll help you.” You told him, glancing up to meet his gaze as he observed you working.

His eyes tracked your movements slowly, watching the repetitive movements you made until you were done. Boxing the teas and setting them aside, you walked behind the bar and pulled out the notebook you kept below the counter.

“Would you like the same kind, or something different?” You asked, flipping through the little book to find whatever measurements you took down for the blends you made him before.

“Something new.” He answered, eyes intent on yours, “Surprise me.”

He watched the slow smile spread over your lips, the sort that made your eyes twinkle in the low light of the room.

The way you worked was almost hypnotizing; you moved around the small space with ease, measuring out each of your ingredients with careful precision before setting them aside.

His gaze was heavy on your skin as you began to roll the thick cigars, your deft fingers moving over each one with care. His eyes never left your hands as you moved, watching you place the filler in the wrappings before rolling them and placing them in the gilded tin he kept them in.

His eyes burned into yours as you offered him the final cigar, letting you place it between his lips as you cradled a flame behind careful hands in order to light it for him.

He inhaled deeply, closing his half-lidded eyes as the smoke hit his tongue. It was richer than the previous batch, heavier and smoother as it pooled into his lungs. It was spicy, heady in the way only your product was.

You grinned as he leaned forwards over the counter, slotting your lips against his as he exhaled the smoke into your lungs. It was only fair you sampled your own product, right?

“I like this blend.” He told you, watching as you exhaled the smoke he had given you.

Your eyes twinkled as you smiled at him, “I’ll keep the recipe, then.”

He blamed the cigars on the heady addiction he had to you.

Buggy

When you walked into your room after a day of foraging, you weren’t expecting to see your captain sprawled out on your rug.

“What’s the matter?” You asked, kneeling beside him. He knew better than to touch your poisonous plants, but that never stopped accidents.

“You weren’t there to put on my sunscreen!” He accused childishly, wrinkling his nose at you. His shoulders were cherry red, goosebumps risen along his spine from the chill caused by his sunburn.

“Oh, is that all?” You asked, arching a brow at his dramatics. “I thought you were a grown man who could do that himself?”

His frown deepened, though he had no response to his own words being thrown in his face.

Buggy watched as you got back up, grabbing the jar of aloe lotion you had made the week prior. He closed his eyes again as you turned back towards him, frowning again as he continued his act.

“Oh, Captain, whatever can I do to make you look at me again?” You asked dramatically, playing along with his ruse.

Before he could really get anything out besides a scoff, you were already lathering the cold lotion onto his skin. The thick muscle below your hands tensed up, becoming bulky and hard as he yelped from the cold ointment.

The green-tinted lotion slowly began to disappear as you rubbed it into his skin in soothing circles. You hadn’t thought it when you first met him, but the Clown was strong; his muscle was densely packed along his back and arms, reaching out across his stomach to form the ridges of his abs under the thin layer of fat.

Letting him roll over to apply the lotion to his chest, you were greeted with perhaps your favorite view.

Buggy laid sprawled out on his back, arms out to either side. His chest rose and fell slowly, the light through the window casting such pretty shadows over his face and body, especially as it caught the short blue hair creeping up from under his pants. The thin cropping of hair reached up, stopping below his bellybutton before lightly continuing upwards, growing slightly thicker as it covered his chest.

Pouring out some of the lotion onto his muscular chest, you were given such a nice excuse to rub your hands along the soft skin of his broad chest. Slowly working lower, you felt his abs tense below your hands as you worked the soothing lotion into his skin, even though it wasn’t burnt here. Better safe than sorry, right?

Finishing with his torso, you leaned down, pressing a kiss to the bottom of his abs, making your way over his skin towards his jaw. He made a sound of protest when you kissed over his lips to make your way to his cheek, peppering kisses across the swell of his cheekbone and towards his nose.

“Kiss my lips again.” He requested, his eyes peeking open at you.

“Will you forgive me if I do?” You teased, and he readily agreed, silenced only when your lips pressed against his.

Ace

Flinging himself out of his bed, Ace nearly tripped over himself as he stumbled towards his bathroom in a daze. He splashed cold water over his face, trying to break whatever hold his dream still had on him.

He wasn’t sure what had been so terrifying about his dream, but it had jolted him awake in a cold sweat, fear gripping him like icy ocean waves.

His heart remained racing, unable to calm down. Shaking his head, he quietly crept towards the room Whitebeard had converted to be your apothecary. He opened the door, praying you were still awake and able to help him out.

“Ace?” You asked, sitting up from your little sofa in the corner.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He told you, feeling a slight shame creeping over him. He shouldn’t be this affected by a nightmare, and he shouldn’t be interrupting your sleep because a stupid dream he can’t even remember.

“It’s ok, I just laid down.” You reassured, turning on the lamp beside you, “What do you need?”

He swallowed, making his way further into the room. Standing awkwardly before you, he avoided your gaze as he muttered, “Had a bad dream, I can’t seem to calm down. I was wondering if there was anything you could do to help me.”

“Sure,” you agreed easily, urging him to sit down in the little sofa as you went to fetch your tea pot and some cups.

Ace watched as you put a few flowers into two tea bags, adding cinnamon to the mixture. When you came back over to him, requesting that he help boil the water, he complied easily, setting a low flame to his palm to warm the cool water up. Once done, he watched as you put the mixture of flowers and spices into the teapot, letting it brew on the table for a few minutes as you spoke to him.

“I have lavender for peace and chamomile for easy sleep,” you explained kindly, “I added a few spices like cinnamon and clove for flavor, and I have some honey and sugar, if you want it.”

“Thank you,” he told you, meeting your gaze at last. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why my dream freaked me out so much. I can’t even remember it now that I’m awake.”

“It’s okay, Ace, we all have times like that.” You reassured, rubbing your hand over the skin of his shoulder, soothingly passing over his tattoo. The tea was ready to be poured soon after, and you handed him a cup with the warning of it being hot. He quietly added some honey, stirring it in with a small spoon as you doctored your tea to your tastes. When it was finally cool, he drank the tea readily, savoring the smooth taste. He wasn’t always a fan of florals, especially in foods, but he never turned down anything you gave him. It seemed that maybe you knew that, though, with your addition of savory spices and honey.

His eyes turned to you as you sipped your tea, looking out the little window beside you.

By the time all the tea was gone, he felt calm. Maybe it was the flowers like you said it would be, or maybe it was just you, but he felt a warm, calm sort of buzzing beneath his skin.

He helped you clean up, putting things in the little sink you had in the far corner, before turning to return to his bed.

“Ace?” You asked, and he turned, “Would you like to stay in here? In case you have another nightmare.”

He blinked slowly, finding himself nodding and walking back towards you before he consciously thought to.

He laid down on the sofa, half his calves hanging off the other end of it, and waited for you to situate yourself. Sleeping like this, curled and pressed together, was nothing particularly new. You two had slept together like this before, and he had had to sleep in close quarters with others for years by now simply because of his big the crew was.

As you laid down, blanket covering all of you and most of him as you curled up on his chest, he felt content.

A/n: I’m back after a brief hiatus!! I got busy with work and then had writer’s block like a mf and THEN I got sick with hand foot and mouth thanks to my baby cousins 🫠

All better now, though, and slowly working through requests!! Hope yall enjoyed this!

Also thank you @ianmoone000 for the request!

[lover-from-the-past]

One Piece Masterlist

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Feat. content about Straw Hats, Marines, Cross Guild, Red Haired Pirates, Heart Pirates, Whitebeard Pirates, Kid Pirates

Reader insert content ahead

✅ - SFW Content

🔞 - NSFW Content

Straw Hats

✅ Handling Jealousy by @zorosgirlfriend Monster Trio/GN!Reader

✅ First Kisses by @silliestgoobster Sanji, Koby, Mihawk/F!Reader

✅ Princes of Pining by @thetrasha Sanji, Ace, Buggy, Brook/F!Reader

✅ Body Pillow by @penkura Sanji/GN!Reader

✅ When they get jealous by @vampiric-tempt Zoro, Crocodile, Law/GN!Reader

Marines

✅ A walk in town by @jintaka-hane Smoker/F!Reader

🔞 Soft Hearted by @2b4st4r Doflamingo, Crocodile, Katakuri, Buggy, Lucci, Kid, Barolomeo/GN!Reader

✅ First Kisses by @silliestgoobster Sanji, Koby, Mihawk/F!Reader

✅ Intimidation by @mostlymihawk Mihawk, Shanks, Koby/GN!Reader

Cross Guild

🔞 Dreaming of you by @fanaticsnail Crocodile/GN!reader, Mihawk/GN!reader, Buggy/GN!reader

✅ Strawberry Lemonade by @softlypaintedseafoam Buggy/GN!Reader

🔞 You Give Me Fever by @indydonuts Crocodile/F!Reader

🔞 Soft Hearted by @2b4st4r Doflamingo, Crocodile, Katakuri, Buggy, Lucci, Kid, Barolomeo/GN!Reader

🔞 Quiet by @discordantwritings Mihawk/GN!Reader

✅ First Kisses by @silliestgoobster Sanji, Koby, Mihawk/F!Reader

✅ Pasodoble by @sunflowersatori Crocodile/F!Reader

🔞Strip poker by @madwomansapologist Crocodile/F!Reader

✅ Well Earned Praise by @sordidmusings Mihawk/GN!Reader

✅ Soulmates by @short-honey-badger Mihawk/GN!Reader

✅ Princes of Pining by @thetrasha Sanji, Ace, Buggy, Brook/F!Reader

🔞Happy Anniversary by @crescentmoontsuki Crocodile/M!Reader

✅ When they get jealous by @vampiric-tempt Zoro, Crocodile, Law/GN!Reader

🔞 Our Precious Assistant by @discordantwritings Cross Guild/GN!Reader

✅ I'm sorry, I just care for you by @ladymictez Mihawk/M!Reader

✅ I'll crawl home to her by @lover-from-the-past Crocodile/GN!Reader

✅ Them asking you out by @merbear25 Cross Guild/M!Reader

✅ Intimidation by @mostlymihawk Mihawk, Shanks, Koby/GN!Reader

Germa

✅ Trouble by @zaimta Niji/GN!Reader

Red Haired Pirates

✅ Together by @cinnbar-bun Benn/F!Reader

✅ He's in love with you by @fanaticsnail Benn/F!Reader

Chasing Constellations by @pandora-writes-one-piece Shanks/GN!Reader

✅ Intimidation by @mostlymihawk Mihawk, Shanks, Koby/GN!Reader

Heart Pirates

✅ When they get jealous by @vampiric-tempt Zoro, Crocodile, Law/GN!Reader

✅ Children by @penkura Law/GN!Reader

Whitebeard Pirates

✅ Princes of Pining by @thetrasha Sanji, Ace, Buggy, Brook/F!Reader

Kid Pirates

🔞 Soft Hearted by @2b4st4r Doflamingo, Crocodile, Katakuri, Buggy, Lucci, Kid, Barolomeo/GN!Reader

🔞 Feet by @fanaticsnail Heat/GN!Reader

[lover-from-the-past]

Baby Backup

Eustass Kid x wife!reader

Your toddler always has her father’s back (inspired by @evamame’s adorable post for Atsumu)

You sat on couch with your toddler, observing your husband argue with his best friend. Objectively, Killer was right; Kid should not have stolen the cursed jewelry with his devil fruit powers, as now there was a very cranky ghost messing up everyone’s sleep with weird nightmares about rubber ducks and the overpowering smell of old lady perfume.

Kidd’s reasoning was that he didn’t know it was cursed, which would only be valid if he couldn’t read. Which he could.

So now they were really just arguing about what to do with it, since now the entire crew was nearly mutinous over their lack of sleep.

You were watching the pair like a movie, amused by the whole ordeal since whatever duck-obsessed elderly woman attached to the necklace apparently loved mothers and children since your sleep and that of your baby had never been interrupted.

“We could sell it!” Kid argued, “Just say we found it in a box and don’t want it!”

“And what if the ghost stays here anyway?” Wire interrupted, pointing to the necklace in question sitting on the table between them, “Ghosts can attach themselves to people, and you technically wore the necklace.”

“It stuck to my arm,” Kid dismissed, “That doesn’t even count.”

“Are you sure?” Killer asked, ready to just dump the thing overboard.

“Yes!” Kid answered jabbing a finger at the necklace, “If we dump it, we should at least get money from it!”

“Why don’t we just apologize to it and dump it overboard?” Killer reasoned, “Avoiding curses like that is pretty common.”

“I am not apologizing to jewelry.” Your husband snarled, offended at the prospect.

As the rest of the crew began to groan and argue, your daughter squirmed out of your hands, toddling over to stand beside her father.

She raised her hands, babbling loudly at the crew with a horrible snarl on her face, looking like the spitting image of her father.

She peered up at him for approval, repeating herself with a more exaggerated expression when he laughed loudly.

Picking her up, Kidd pointed at his friends, saying, “Exactly! Just as she said!”

“She doesn’t even know what she’s saying!” Heat complained mildly, Wire shaking his head beside him.

“She has her father’s back!” He proudly announced, “Just like you all should!”

Deciding to end the argument, you stood from the couch, grabbing your daughter and the necklace on the table and dangling it in front of your husband.

“Apologize to the ghost, Eustass.” You ordered, waiting for him to sourly give an apology. The rest of the crew followed suit, watching as you walked across the deck.

“Time to go, Ghost,” you announced, throwing the necklace overboard and into the inky waters below.

Turning to your daughter, you sweetly said, “Good job distracting your daddy, baby. Mama’s little girl, isn’t that right?”

a/n: once again, self indulgent! Also probably ooc but oh well. Hope you enjoyed reading!!

[lover-from-the-past]

“I’ll Crawl Home to Her.”

Sir Crocodile x reader

Sir Crocodile’s name was shrouded in infamy after his encounter with Strawhat in Alabasta. Leading Baroque Works to overthrow a kingdom and siphoning the water to destabilize the government, all while publicly being a hero? It was scandalous; especially because he was a Warlord, appointed by the World Government to be one of the “good” pirates. His defeat landed him in Impel Down, stripped of his title and power, left to rot below the sea.

But he was a clever man. He allied with Luffy, escaping the World Government after the mess that was the fight at Marineford.

Now, in the dead of night, he returns to the home he saw in his dreams during those long months chained away.

The home was small, cozy in a way he was unfamiliar with. It sat on the beach of a small island, one he hid away long ago.

Chimes rang out as he approached the door, ducking inside the doorway quietly. The house was dark, and even in his time away, nothing seemed to change; your favorite mug still sat on the wooden table, books piled up beside it. Your shoes still sat neatly at the door, your coat and umbrella beside them.

He made his way down the familiar hallway, his eyes catching on the pictures lining the walls. Inside gilded frames was your shining face, glowing and proud, with his own face beside yours. His lips curled as he exhaled smoke, tendrils of it curling around the images.

Quietly, he opened the door at the end of the hall, stepping inside the room and taking in the scene. The windows behind the bed were open, the soft linen curtains floating through the balmy beach air. In the bed, you were curled around a pillow, the sheets tangled around you. Slowly stepping towards the bed, he put out his cigar in the ash tray you had gifted him long ago. He put a knee down on the soft mattress, planting his hand down and crawling over the expanse of the bed to wrap you in his arms, careful not to snag you with his hook.

Taking your still sleeping head in his hand, he pressed a kiss to your temple, inhaling the lingering scent of your perfume from the day before.

Looking at your face, he was reminded how lovely you were. How much he had missed you.

As your eyes fluttered open, something in his chest settled as he met the eyes that had haunted his dreams when he was imprisoned in Impel Down.

“You’re back,” He heard you say, your voice sleep heavy. As your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, he pressed a kiss to the skin of your neck.

“I knew you’d come,” You told him, stroking his hair, “The moment I heard you were free, I knew you would come back home to me.”

He would, and he did. During the long days in Impel Down, he thought of little more than you; what you might be doing, what you might be reading, what you might say when he returned. And sometimes, when it was late into the night, he pondered what he might do to you, once he escaped.

And now, here he was, back in your arms. He could plot in the morning, devising all the ways in which he would get his revenge on those who imprisoned him, create plans to gain back his wealth and power, strategize new alliances and partnerships. But for tonight, he would hold you in his arms and finally rest.

a/n: this is probably very ooc but it was self indulgent because I love him a lot so hopefully others enjoyed it too! Thanks for reading!!

Also I saw live action Chopper and he’s SO CUTEEEE!! My only wish was they made him chunkier like in the anime but I’m so happy with his design!! I’m also SO happy to see the next season bc everyone on there is so fine omg

Also I might start writing for AOT… I’m undecided so lmk if that’s smth you might want ok bye

[lover-from-the-past]

Headcannons:

Asexual!Reader x Shanks, Law, Marco, Ace (individual)

obvious mentions of sex, but nothing explicit. Asexuality and sex-repulsed themes. Happy Pride Month!!

Shanks

- Explaining that you’re asexual and sex-repulsed was probably a bit tedious tbh

- He might not understand the intricacies of it, but he supports you and is proud that you told him

- He’s def had his share of relationships/flings, so I think he’d understand that what you want and what others want can be different while still maintaining healthy relationships

- Says it, too, but not in so many words

- If you ever feel insecure or pressured by anyone to want or participate in sex, he would be defending you ten toes down

- Probably whips out the explanations and vocabulary you rambled to him when he was drunk

- Makes sure you know that he knows you don’t have to want or participate in sex to love someone and show it

- Still makes dirty jokes and ends up explaining them to you if you don’t understand them

- If you do, he’s delighted because the fact that you don’t like sex but still get jokes is funny to him

Law

- Being that he’s both a doctor and survivor of a plague, he’d understand that you don’t want sex

- Being a doctor, a naked body is a naked body to him, and germs are also bad

- Also a big defender of you if anyone says anything

- Pulls out medical terms and explains things if people just need to be educated

- Whips out the nastiest fave if people are just being hateful

- I headcannon he’s demi so I think he gets it to an extent

- He’s doesn’t seem like an overly touchy guy aside from a very select group of people, so I think your explanations would make sense to him and he’d tell you that, too

- Would do research into asexuality if you asked (I think he would also be happy to know thing about/for his crew)

Marco

- another doctor, so a body’s a body in most instances for him

- Might not fully understand a complete lack of desire for sex, but supports you

- Another one to stand ten toes down if someone’s hateful

- Feels like an advocate for knowing things about yourself, so he’s more than happy that you know yourself

- Being in a crew as big as Whitebeard’s was, I think he lowkey at least heard it all, so he’s probably not phased by much

- A big supporter of saying you aren’t broken or messed up, you’re just you

- Tbh takes it in stride

Ace

- Firstly, the abbreviation is his name so he’d probably like that

- Secondly, I don’t really think he’d give a damn

- “Ok? You’re still you.”

- Also a big supporter of “you aren’t broken, you’re just you”

- Probably a little confused about not wanting sex at all, but understands that everyone’s different and has different preferences

- Probably asks a lot of questions about it and how you figured it out and why

- He’s definitely one that understands love doesn’t need to be and shouldn’t be shown only through sex

- Like, Luffy’s very affectionate and they grew up together, so he for sure is comfortable with casual intimacy in any relationship

- Has a script to whip out when people are being rude (he write it down to make sure he didn’t mess up)

- Thinks it’s great that you know yourself and are comfortable with yourself

a/n: thank you so much @ianmoone000 for this request! One of my friends is ace, and I’ve thought about demisexuality for a while now.

To everyone under the ace umbrella: you’re so valid and so great! Keep being yourself, and be proud of who you are! Happy Pride, guys!!

[lover-from-the-past]

Regretting the breakup

Reader x Shanks | Reader x Kuzan

Spoilers for Kuzan at the end

Vague mention of sexual themes in Shanks’s part (once and nothing explicit)

Shanks

The last time Shanks had seen you was the last time he had been home.

He left Fusha Island to pursue his dreams: sailing the seas, gaining notoriety and fame, finding the One Piece. He knows it was worth it, to leave. He knows that if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have been fulfilled.

That doesn’t stop his chest from aching when his room is dark and he’s alone with a bottle of sake.

It’s times like this, when the crew is asleep and the night feels endless, that he reaches for the picture tucked away in the drawer beside his bed. It’s times like this, when the sea breeze feels suffocating and the stars look down on him with oppressive indifference, that he pulls out the worn photograph of you and him.

He was never a man to stay in one place, he always told you. He was raised on the sea; it was only right that he lived by her, too.

He was never a man to stay in one place; island to island, he sought the riches of the world. Gold, booze, women. Men, sometimes, too. Never while you were together, of course, but he was always an admirer of lovely things. In part, it’s why he broke things off with you. He never planned to return to the island, and he was unwilling to bring you along for the same reason he was unwilling to bring Luffy. He didn’t want to be the reason you were hurt, or worse.

He knows now, though, that you were the best of the treasures he had the luck of experiencing. As he looks at your image, memories begin to surface like ghosts around him.

You, smiling and laughing, your entire body thrown into the joy you experience.

You, combing his hair back when it had gotten too long at sea, resting your hand along the scruff of his jaw and saying, “I won’t kiss you until you shave,” even though you always did anyways.

You, sitting with him in the dining room of that dingy little house while you ate dinner. Luffy always sat between him and you, eagerly begging for stories of what Shanks saw when he was gone. You would always scold him for telling the nitty gritty stories at the table, ordering him and Luffy to eat dinner first and talk later.

His eyes refocused on the picture. His shoulder aches like it always does when he remembers when he had two arms.

Two arms to settle two hands on your hips, dancing with you in that little bar, laughing with you when you would laugh at his crew for their horrid behavior. Two arms to hold you close, late at night, when the moon was full and the crickets would sing. Two arms with two hands to roam over your soft skin, his thumbs rubbing circles onto your hips and waist, oftentimes running a little bit lower.

He doesn’t regret leaving for the sea. But he regrets leaving you, and that would always remain true.

Kuzan (spoilers at the end for Punk Hazard)

Joining the Marines was an easy decision when he made it, but the occupation soured after a while.

As he worked his way up the ranks, becoming a Navy Admiral, he had to travel more and more, following orders he didn’t like yet still obeyed. He began to see you less and less, missing important things and only having the time to write you once in a blue moon.

It had been easier for you both to part ways; this is what he tells himself. He doesn’t miss you, not really.

Honestly, he only misses you when he’s able to lay down in the tall grass, his bicycle propped beside him. It’s only because the flowers around him were your favorite, and he swears he only remembers that because he would get a bouquet of them for you every time he was home.

Maybe he misses you a little bit when he passes a store selling sherry wine because you used to buy it for him during the holidays. You’d always get him the fancy bottles he didn’t want to buy for himself, always smiling at him and saying how it was worth it if it was for him.

And so what if he misses you when riding his bike? You’d always sit behind him, hugging his waist as he took you in whichever direction you pointed. He says it’s because the weight of his bike is off without you, that’s the only reason.

It’s really nobody’s business but his own if he misses you deep into the nights when he has to sleep with two blankets because you used to be there to warm him up. It’s natural to want a good night’s rest, and without you there, he always feels a little bit colder.

Being an Admiral always on duty didn’t mesh with your life, so it was for the best to break up. He missed you too much and you couldn’t wait for him forever. You both agreed to call it quits.

Now, though, as he boards Blackbeard’s ship, he wonders if maybe you’d have him again. You always loved the sea, after all.

a/n: My second request!! Thank you @shanksbaby for this one, I tried to make it a little angsty and a little yearn-y, so I hope you like it!! Shanks’ is a good bit longer bc I love him, so let me know if you’d like something else with Kuzan!!

[lover-from-the-past]

My Rules/Guidelines

- I only write character x reader

- I’m queer, so feel free to ask for lgbtq+ content!

- I write for One Piece, Haikyuu!!, Blue Lock, and Tokyo Revengers. I might add onto this as I go, but I’m open to writing for almost any character from these

- Not spoiler free, but I’ll do my best to label for spoiler avoidance

- I take requests for written things here, and also c.ai bots (xoxo_hugz_nd_kissez is my user there)

- I don’t write for “dark” themes like stalking, non-con/cnc, incest/stepcest, etc.

- I’m okay writing for more mature themes (including mental/physical health and sexual themes), so this blog is 17+. Ageless blogs or minors: please refrain from viewing or interacting with any explicit posts, though my fluff/sfw things are free to read

- all mature posts will be clearly marked and labeled, so I ask that if you have a mature ask, please specify that first

- Please be kind when asking

- My replies may not be the exact thing you envisioned, so feel free to be as specific as you want when asking me things! Your vision is my vision!

- That being said, if I don’t answer your ask, please respect that!

- However, I get busy a lot and post in odd intervals, so I may not be able to post consistently

- Feel free to build off my ideas/asks, but credit me and the person who asked for/inspired the post if you do! I usually tag the asker at the end of my posts

I might add as I go along based off personal preference and asks, but if you have any questions/aren’t sure if your ask is ok, feel free to just ask!

[lover-from-the-past]

꧁How Marco, Law, and Chopper react to Dentist!Reader discovering and filling a cavity꧂

Marco:

- Generally relaxed through the procedure

- Probably a teensy annoyed that he couldn’t fix it himself, but how would he light his tooth on fire for his devil fruit to work??

- asks questions about what you’ll do beforehand out of curiosity

- Probably doesn’t need anesthesia is it’s a small cavity, but ends up really tense as you work so he ends up with local anesthesia anyway

- Probably stares at you while you work

- Very focused on staying still for you

- Compliments you in your efficiently after you finish his tooth repair

- Afterwards he’d help you put things back despite your insistence that he doesn’t need to

- Tells you his tooth feels better (it’s still numb)

Law:

- Was hesitant to let you work on him in the beginning, but has since learned to just let you do your thing

- Trusts you, but is also a little tense

- Super rare for him to get cavities, so he gets you to take care of them pretty quickly

- Absolutely blinded every time you use the light to see in his mouth

- Like he’ll open his eyes for a second because you moved away, only to be greeted by the sun right in his retnas

- Probably taps his fingers a little while you work

- Goes to lay down on Bepo afterwards

- Thanks you by sharing his thoughts on what you did (and getting you better equipment when he can)

Chopper:

- He’s in love with cotton candy; there’ll be some cavities from time to time

- As a doctor, he understands the procedure to some degree

- He hates fillings and probably cried to Robin when you told him you had to give him a filling

- (He was the one to complain all day about his tooth hurting)

- Anesthesia would definitely help him relax, since he wouldn’t feel pain from getting a filling in his tooth

- I think the noise would actually be the worst part of it for him, since reindeer are naturally skittish of loud noises

- Demands Asks for a reward for being super brave and not complaining too much

- Takes his reward by making you sit with him on the deck of the Sunny while he naps regains his strength from the arduous procedure

- Gives you a little plaque that says “Best Dentist” with a wobbly little tooth drawn in that Luffy and Usopp helped him make

a/n: This ask was super fun!! Thank you @austrianmusiclover13 !! I wasn’t fully sure about Law or Marco, so sorry if it’s OOC, I tried to go off what I know of their characters (I just got past Marinford) + the character wiki

[lover-from-the-past]

What are ur rules?

I’ll write for almost anything except “Dark” themes (like stalking, non-con/cnc, etc), but since I’m newer to writing here and receiving requests, I don’t really have any other rules aside from that, so feel free to request!

I’ll make an official rules list as I go, though!

Update: I have a rules/guidelines post pinned!

[lover-from-the-past]

Having nothing but free time while suffering from writer’s block is actually atrocious 🫠

Consider this me humbly petitioning for ppl to send me requests 🤲🙇‍♀️ I promise I write good AND I’ll write for almost anyone from Bllk, One Piece, Haikyuu, and Tokyo Revengers (plus I make c.ai bots too)

[lover-from-the-past]

Late Night Calls

Barou Shoei x reader

Late night calls from your long-distance bf while he’s at Blue Lock

The phone rang. Finally.

It was so much later than he normally called, he half expected you not to answer.

“Sorry for calling so late, dumbasses wouldn’t go to bed.” Barou explained gruffly, his eyes fixed on you once you answered. You were clearly in the middle of getting ready for bed, so he said, “Won’t keep you long, just wanted to see you before I went to sleep.”

God, he missed seeing you every day. Blue Lock was a lucrative opportunity, one you practically shoved him out the door for, but he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t regret coming in the late hours of the night when he had to talk to you over the phone, after his moronic teammates went to sleep, instead of being able to see you through the window and talk to you on the roof of your house.

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” you said, smiling, “How was your day?”

“Shitty. Fine.” He grumbled, pushing his damp hair back from his face, “Missed you. Our game went to shit because these donkeys wouldn’t follow my orders, and then they wouldn’t go to bed because they wanted to argue and shit. Got tired of waiting for them to shut up so I’m sitting in the damn hallway.”

He had explained to you before, the second he got his phone back from Ego, that he didn’t want anyone else here to know about you here. Soccer was shared by each person in here, but you were his, and he didn’t want any of the morons here to know anything about you. After being in close proximity to so many other guys for so long, it was a breath of fresh air to have something no one else did, or to be able to do something no one else could. He never told anyone, but one of the driving factors to him pushing himself and his team so damn hard was so he could get his phone back to call you.

“Tell me about your day.” He added, not really a request but not really a demand, either.

“I’m sorry your day wasn’t good, baby,” you said kindly before beginning a recap of your own day like he had wanted. Your day was always so much more vibrant than his was, never rooted in the routine of eat, soccer, eat, study, sleep, repeat, repeat, repeat. He loved Blue Lock, but he missed experiencing your day with you. Missed having you talk to him as he worked out, missed you studying while he practiced, missed babysitting his sisters while you made dinner and he was stuck playing dress up.

He wasn’t really listening to the drama you recounted, and he knew you knew that. He was thankful you didn’t comment on it because he wouldn’t know what to say. He was too busy watching the way your mouth moved as you told him whatever came to your mind, too busy watching the way your your necklace, the one he gave you for your one year anniversary, sparkled in the dim light of your room. The ring you had gotten him sat heavy against his skin, hidden on a simple chain under his shirt.

“You got your hair done.” He noted, his eyes drawn from your hair to the way you beamed at him, “Looks nice.”

You smiled at him, and whatever anger he had from the day left him. His frustrations from losing and his anger at his team’s arguments and stupidity evaporated from his mind and body, leaving only the burning feeling of his love for you. He never knew how to do things is halves; he was always all in or uninterested, and he was always all in for you, in all ways. God, he just wanted to be able to hold you in his arms now, not be in this cold ass facility, sitting on the floor of some hallway, likely being watched by Ego and having to half-listen for anyone coming down the hall.

He listened to you talk for another hour, content to just watch you over the phone as you washed your face and applied those fancy creams and serums to your skin and hair, acutely missing the smell of your perfume and the way it always lingered in his clothes. When your talking slowed down and your eyes drooped, he spoke quietly to you about what he’s been doing. The tricks he learned, how he’s improved his workouts, the food he got after working hard. When your breathing evened out and your face smoothed out, he smiled, just a little bit.

“Sleep well,” He murmured, “I love you, baby.”

He hung up, sitting there for a minute longer before pushing himself up and starting the trek back to his room. He rounded the corner and saw one of his teammates, looking like he was caught as he stared back at him.

Barou’s eye twitched, but he ignored the other boy and continued on his way back to their dorm room. He’d deal with that later, and if the moron knew what was good for him, he’d pretend he didn’t hear anything. It if he didn’t, Barou would make sure he knew not to say a damn thing.

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My first post!! This was kinda rushed so sorry if it’s ooc or not great

This is based on a bot I made on c.ai (check it out on my pfp: xoxo_hugz_nd_kissez) 💕

Feel free to send requests here for stories or bots!!