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lale congratulations bb! 💗 may i get a “let’s get married.” with the bb boy monkey d luffy (reader with whatever pronouns u want to write it in <3)

PO 💗 thank you so much! i struggle a bit with writing Luffy in romantic scenarios but i imagined an older Wano Luffy and was like... yes i can work with that (but you can imagine any post-timeskip Luffy you like, i kept him very non-descriptive in looks). hope you like it!

prompt: "let's get married." w/ Luffy

word count: 493

After all this time, this was still his favorite spot.

Luffy and you sat snuggled up together on the Thousand Sunny's iconic lion figurehead. He had thrown his dark-colored coat over the both of you, almost lulling you to sleep with the warmth and safety he was radiating. The night was starry and cold, the sea in front of you calm. It was just you, two lovers awake at 3am, too love drunk to find any sleep.

Your head is resting on his chest, your fingers tracing every inch of him, like you were writing poetry on his skin. Sometimes it still felt unreal, being with him. Calling him 'yours'. Luffy leans down to kiss your temples, knowing how much that calms you.

"Someone is being extra cuddly tonight.", you point out, watching him take your hands into his, rubbing his thumb over the back of them. It was small gestures like this that made you fall in love with him a long time ago.

"Because you're looking extra lovely tonight, y/n."

You blush and sink deeper into his arms, still getting butterflies everytime he compliments you. Sometimes it all still felt like a fever dream.

"Let's get married.", Luffy whispers into your ear, kissing your neck. You spin around in his arms to get a good look at him, raising an eyebrow. What did he just say?

"We're already married, silly."

Luffy laughs, ignoring the confused look at your face. Was he suddenly suffering from memory loss? Was he hit on the head one too many times? Wait... does he even remember your name? Well, yeah, he just said it out loud a minute ago, but—

"A proper wedding. One with a big party afterwards with all of our friends. You know, one where we're not roughly patched up by Chopper, fresh from the battlefield, thinking we'll never experience tomorrow again. And one where you're wearing an actual wedding dress or whatever you feel comfortable with. Not just our pyjamas and rings made out of whatever we could find in Usopp's factory."

"Only because you ate the onion rings Sanji made for us in the first place, Luffy."

"How could I have not?"

You still glance at him in confusion... and a little bit of excitement. It's true, your wedding day was rather tumultuous and not planned at all, with Luffy shouting his proposal over the whole shambles and you answering something about how he shouldn't dare to die here because yes, of fucking course you want to marry him. And how you both vowed to each other later that night, bruised but beaming over the moon, with the other straw hats around you clapping and cheering. It was the best day of your life.

"Then ask me again, captain."

You can feel Luffy smile against your lips while you kiss, gentle as the night. The smile that sets your heart on fire.

"Will you marry me one more time, y/n?"

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Lale!!!!!! May I please request Law with the prompt "it's you, it's always been you."

I love you, thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

PURPLE my beloved. of course, i'm always over the moon when i can write for our emo doctor, especially when it's for you. hope i did your request justice and it puts a smile on your sweet face! love you lots <3

prompt: "it's you. it has always been you." w/ Law

word count: 559

"Give it back, you thief."

Law groans and turns around, rubbing his eyes. His expression was something between confused and mad - maybe because it was 3am, he went to bed at a reasonable time for once and now you were leaning over him, staring at him with hungry eyes in the dim light of the bedside lamp you just turned on.

"Listen, y/n-ya. If this is something dramatic like 'you stole my heart, give it back', I am going to ROOM you out of the Polar Tang to feed you to the sea kings. It's an old joke. It's particular one that gets less funny in the middle of the night, when—"

"The blanket. You stole the blanket. Again. It's a pretty big blanket and still you manage to hoard it all for yourself literally five seconds after you fall asleep... captain."

Law and you glare at each other for a few seconds (both a staring contest and tired brains working slowly), until he sighs, throwing the stolen blanket over the both of you before he pulls you into his bare chest and turns the light off again. You can feel his heart beating steady, his breath calm. With his arms wrapped around you, you feel safe and loved and your anger just poofed away.

Except you were never really angry to begin with, you could never be with the doctor sleeping next to you. His features soft, some part of his body always touching you, seeking physical closeness subconsciously. Sure, waking up freezing at night was not your favorite activity to do half-naked in bed with him, but you'll take it if it means you could be close, just the two of you.

You snuggle closer to his chest, your fingers tracing his tattoos absentmindedly. Law runs his fingers through your hair, gently, almost as if you were made out of glass. You melt under his touch.

"Sorry for waking you up.", you mumble.

"Next time I'll show no mercy.", he scoffed but you could feel him smiling softly next to you.

"You could never."

"Watch me."

Both of you snicker under the covers like feisty children. You try to wiggle out of his grip (mostly to reach for a pillow to smack him with - nothing like a spontaneous 3am pillow fight) but he holds you close, closer. A wave of calmness hits you. Your foreheads are now touching, you can only make out his silhouette in the dark. You don't need light to recognize him though, with him shining so bright from the inside. Your heart would find him anywhere, in the greatest darkness. Law kisses you softly on the lips before he whispers into the dark.

"It's strange. I dreaded going to sleep all my life. With the nightmares haunting me it was just... easier to stay awake, work through the day and the night. But ever since you walked into my life..." He strokes your cheek, giving you another kiss. "With you, sleep isn't a threat anymore. It's peaceful. And it comes easy to me, with you lying next to me. Because — it's you. It has always been you. The one that holds my blind trust, my pure love. It's you. And just for the protocol — yes, I stole your heart just like you stole mine. And I never plan on giving it back."

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Hiya! Congrats on this milestone!! 🥳 Gawd since October 🤯 You're on a roll!

May I request "can i stay here tonight?" With Zoro? Hehe

Thank you and keep up the great work 💕

hiii dear, thank you so much! i was hoping someone would request this prompt, hehe!

prompt: "can i stay here tonight?" w/ Zoro

word count: 696

"There's no use waking them, once they sleep they're all knocked out."

Were you dreaming? No... what time was it? You could hear familiar voices mumbling, someone giggled, there were sounds of chomping and clinking of glasses and also some peaceful snoring next to you...

You open your eyes a tiny bit, only seeing silhouettes in the soft candle light that dipped the dining room in warm shades of orange. Someone must have thrown a blanket over your shoulders while you were asleep. You were sitting on the floor, with your back leaning against the wall and legs sprawled out - falling asleep anywhere, anytime, while sitting straight was your speciality, especially during the long, wild parties the Straw Hats were having at least once a week. Chopper was leaning onto you, sleeping with a happy smile on his face, probably dreaming about curing the next undiscovered illness or robots. And in your lap... there was a green haired swordsman resting his head and snoozing, arms crossed, face up. His golden earrings are almost touching your thighs.

Oh.

You were suddenly wide awake now, heart skipping some beats. It's just what it did whenever Zoro was close. And right now, he was closer than he ever was before. How did you both end up here? All you remember was lots of... booze, right. That explained a lot.

Your thoughts were spinning so much, you almost didn't notice how Usopp lifted Chopper off the ground, holding him like a baby.

"I'll bring him to the men's quarters so the two of you can have some alone time. Everyone else is also going to bed now." He gave you a wink and some thumbs up before running off, leaving you too stunned to speak. This little... you couldn't decide between shit or angel. Both. Yeah, both.

Usopp closed the door behind him, waving and grinning, and then it was just the two of you. Have you ever been alone with him before? Usually it was always someone else from the crew around... You looked down on Zoro sleeping peacefully in your lap. What was he dreaming of right now? You couldn't help but feel flattered that he chose you as a pillow. On the other hand this man also fell asleep anywhere, so...

You close your eyes and sigh. If you wanted, you could probably just push him away and go to bed, too. Alone. But if you were completely honest with yourself, this was nice. More than nice. It was something you wouldn't have dared to dream of.

Lost in thoughts you start tracing his face with your fingertips. From his eyebrows to the scar running across his eye, his sharp cheekbones and... his lips. His oh so kissable lips. Drawing the outlines of them felt like writing a yearning love poem, something you didn't have the words for but felt a pull deep inside your heart.

You could feel your hands start shaking. Something inside you was about to crumble. But not here, not now. Please, dear heart, hold on a little longer. You closed your eyes, trying to shut out the world around you.

Which was when another pair of hands pulled you back, holding you in a tight grip. Zoro placed your shaky hands on his chest, right where you could feel his heart beat steadily. How long has he been awake? You wince, but he doesn't let go of your hands.

He doesn't let go.

Your eyes meet in the dim light, a soft gaze. Almost apologetic. Excuse me for putting my heart into your hands. Excuse me for lighting a fire underneath my fingertips. Excuse me for being so utterly, deeply in love with you. Only you.

"Can I stay here tonight?", Zoro asks, his voice a little raspy from sleep and booze. His hands were still holding yours, grounding you with the calm heartbeat of his underneath them. It was like dipping your fingers in liquid sunlight, with warmth pulsating from your fingers through your whole body.

"Here, as in...?", you respond puzzled; but your heart, it sings.

"Here, as in here with you. Just us. Maybe not only tonight, but forever."

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May I request Zoro or Law for “did you… wait, you love me?” ? Also, congrats on 333 followers! I just followed you a couple of days ago and I absolutely love your work ❤❤❤.

aww! thank you so much for your kind words! i went for Law bc i've got a few other requests with Zoro but only two for Law (gasp), can you believe?

prompt: “did you… wait, you love me?” w/ Law

word count: 637

"Can you tell me a bedtime story?"

You flop down on the sofa in the infirmary, where Law was studying at his desk, a pile of books next to him and notes spread all over the table. The room was dimly lit by the desk lamp and quiet except the familiar sounds of the Polar Tang, diving through the deep blue sea.

Law wasn't even looking up, but you just knew he was rolling his eyes at your nightly disturbance.

"It's 3am, why are you still up? Usually you fall asleep straight after dinner. Sitting. At the table. Don't deny it, y/n-ya."

His voice was slightly annoyed, but he also let out a small chuckle. Teasing you was part of your daily banter and you enjoyed his attention a lot.

"Couldn't sleep. Thought you felt lonely, all by yourself, captain."

You stretch yourself out on the sofa and take a comfortable cross-legged position, reaching for one of the books that lay on the floor. Just being with him was enough. He didn't need to know how often you dreamt about him and his slim, elegant fingers, tracing down your spine... and god, his lips.

Or how lonely you felt most of the time.

You're waiting for a sassy reply from the doctor, something about how he got his hands full with you and the rest of the crew all the time or reminding you how you fell asleep one time over your own birthday cake, almost setting yourself on fire with the lit candles. Instead he was quiet for a few moments, before talking again.

"I feel less lonely ever since you're around, y/n-ya." Law looks up and turns around in his chair, facing you. You expect him to make a face or add another dry comment, but he's just looking at you with his golden eyes, an expression so soft it almost made you cry. This came out of the blue.

Unable to hold his gaze, you lower your eyes into your lap where your fingers are fondling nervously with the seam of your shirt. All of sudden you feel exposed, as if he just read the depths of your heart. You never really talked about your feelings, your fears. And here he was, giving you a peek into his. Your cheeks felt hot and tears were welling up in your eyes.

"That's not the kind of bedtime story I was expecting.", you laughed nervously through teary eyes, wiping them on your sleeve. You tried to gloss over the fact that your heart was now literally wailing, asking to pour out all the hurt that's been built up over all the years. With just a simple sentence, he broke down the wall you've built up oh so carefully.

Law stood up now, taking a seat next to you on the sofa. Your shoulders almost touch now. There's a long pause where you try to hold back your tears and he's staring into the dark, collecting his thoughts. Then he breaks the silence.

"Then here's another bedtime story. With you around, my heart, this stupid heart of mine, finally found some rest. It stopped longing for something I never had the words for when you walked into my life. I love you for that. There's a calmness in me now that I have missed for a very long time. I want to thank you for that."

You sniffle, turning your head to look him into the eyes. Trying to process what he just said. The words were still echoing in your head.

"Did you... wait, you love me?"

Now he also turns his head to you, catching your gaze. He's smiling softly, almost apologizing as if he just got caught. Your heart might just have stopped beating at this point.

"If you let me?"

[lale-txt]

Hi honey!

May I have prompt "i know it’s 3am in the morning, but do you want to…?” for Shanks?

Congratulations for your 333 followers! I love to support all writers so here I am💕

hi angel! thank you for your support and for being here!

prompt: “i know it’s 3am in the morning, but do you want to…?“ w/ Shanks

word count: 504

A sweet dream. You were snuggled into your lover’s arms, blanket pulled up to the tip of your nose. It was comfy and it was warm, you felt protected and safe there. It was where you belonged. If only you could stay like that forever…

Instead a hand was shaking your shoulders — gentle, but still. You open one eye, upset about who dared to interrupt your sleep, but only could figure out silhouettes in the pitch dark. And where was Shanks? Wait, was this an armed assault? Did someone break into your shared cabin? Your poor, sleepy brain couldn’t keep up and reached for the dagger on your bedside table (you were a pirate and prepared, after all), when a big hand restrained your outstretched arm.

”Oi, y/n. We agreed on no more stab wounds. It’s me.”

You blink a few times, frozen in the moment, until your eyes adjust to the darkness. Shanks face was close to yours, you could smell his familiar scent (faded cologne, a bit of booze, the salty air of the sea) and you feel yourself relaxing the instant.

“Shanks, come back to bed. Why are you up anyway? You aren’t that old, no need to go take a piss three times a night…”, you mumble, pulling the blanket over your head. Clearly, you weren’t an early bird. Neither a night owl. Maybe a noon parrot with gremlin ancestors.

The red haired pulls the blanket down, standing with his legs apart at the end of your shared bed. His face was full of mischief — as usual. You reach for the dagger again which didn’t seem to impress him. He spoke in the voice of someone who was up for some trouble.

“I know it’s 3am in the morning, but do you want to…?”

He offers you a hand, leading you (half awake, waddling as if you were sleepwalking) through the hallway straight into the ship’s kitchen. He lights a few candles to dip the room in a soft, orange light and gestures to you to sit on the kitchen counter, lending you a hand to get up there. The captain then struts to the fridge, rummaging around a bit until he finally found what he was looking for. He returns with a plate of half-eaten cake, leftovers from the party the crew had earlier. Oh, he knew your sweet tooth…

”I’ve saved this for you. Okay, maybe Benn did and I am taking credits for it. But I’m the one who will feed you and make you fall in love with me even more.”

You rub your eyes, staring at him with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. This fool. As if you could fall any more in love with this man. He had your heart, every crumb of it; and it was overflowing with all the love you held for him. You grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close to give him a hungry, heartfelt kiss.

”There better be a second dessert after that, captain…”

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Hi again angel, can I get “would you have said yes?” please xx

hi sunshine, of course! this was one of the few angst prompts that got picked, so i was both aaaahhhhh and excited because man do i love writing angst. it was also my first time writing Buggy, so please bear with me if he’s ooc.

prompt: “would you have said yes?” w/ Buggy

word count: 244

Back to back, that’s how you sit with the clown in the crow’s nest. Some strands of his blue ponytail were falling over your shoulder, a blur of colour in the dark. It was a starry night, one that was destined for lover’s to whisper their confessions to the stars. But tonight all you felt was incredibly lonely.

“Why are you giving me this now?“, you whisper, trying hard to hold back the tears burning in your eyes. “After all this time, why now, Buggy?”

You look down in your lap where your cold fingers were holding a small blue velvet box. You didn’t need to open it to know what was inside of it. A broken promise, a shattered love, a farewell to a past that was now in pieces.

The clown sighs, at loss for words. He just had to. There was no rational explanation for it. You set his heart on fire the moment you two met again, after all what had happened. He had to make peace with the past in order to move on. Maybe so did you.

“Would you have said yes?”

His voice was hoarse, fighting back the tears. All clowns were living tragedies, after all. Painting a big smile over that sad, aching heart of theirs. Circling around in the arena, fighting their way back into life only to stumble and to fall, with no one to catch them.

”In a heartbeat. Over and over again.”

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Helloooo! Congrats on the 333 followers that's sooo exciting! I'm going to be on brand and ask could I get Marco for “did you… wait, you love me?” (*/ω＼*)

BEE thank you so much!! i’m happy to write the birb doctor for you. i hope you enjoy it! <3

prompt: “did you… wait, you love me?” w/ Marco

word count: 888

You knock with your free hand at the door of the infirmary, the other pressing a stained shirt to your head, praying that the doctor was still awake. Birds slept with one eye open anyway, didn’t they? Or was it cows? To be fair, you only knew little about birds for someone who was very much in love with one. The door opened a crack, soft light coming from the inside, a familiar silhouette standing there with hands on the hips, mustering you with worried eyes.

”Weren’t you playing Truth or Dare with the others an hour ago, y/n? What happened yoi?”, the doctor asked, lifting the crumpled shirt on your wound a bit to inspect the damage. When his hands touched yours, you almost jumped a little, but managed to keep your cool. At least you hoped so.

”You know… things got a bit out of control when someone dared Thatch and Ace to walk in Izou’s heels. Thatch was a little too good at it and Ace almost set the sails on fire when he stumbled, daring everyone else to try it before they laugh at him. Can you imagine a crowd of drunk men wrestling for their turn? Everyone wanted to be first and I got knocked over somehow. And here I am.”

You smile sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with Marco. Somehow you were a little embarrassed, standing there in the middle of the night asking for a quick healing. But on the other hand you were also really glad to have an excuse to see him, far too often he would disappear in the infirmary for hours all by himself.

Marco lets you in, closing the door behind him (blissfully ignoring the riot that happened on deck, knowing he would have to patch them all up in the morning) and gesturing you to take seat on the big armchair next to his desk. You did as you were told, watching every movement of his with admiration and a heart beating loudly in your chest.

“That’s Ace’s shirt. He said he didn’t need it anyway.”, you point out when Marco took the shirt off your wound, causing the blonde to chuckle.

”That sounds like him yoi.”

Marco bends down to you to inspect the wound, tilting your head with one finger slightly up and down, left and right. You blushed under his touch, also with his blue eyes fixating on you. His gaze made your heart flutter, as if he saw right through you. He rolls up his sleeves and gets to work. You feel an instant relief, the throbbing pain being gone within seconds.

”Thank you so much, Marco. And sorry for disturbing you so late at night…” You look at the clock hanging at the wall, showing a time a little past 3am.

“It’s nothing, really. But as your doctor I’d advise you to stay away from the crowd outside yoi.”, he smirks, taking a seat in the other arm chair. “Want to keep me company instead?”

You nod and sink deeper in the big armchair, thankful for the little hideout so the phoenix couldn’t see your blazing red ears glowing in the dim light of the room. How did he always have this effect on you? Turning you into a blushing mess, forgetting what you were about to say and stuttering instead, like a lovedrunk teenager?

“So… truth or dare yoi?”

You look up in disbelief. Marco rested his head on one hand, glancing at you eagerly. He smirked a little, somehow amused at your reaction. You muster up all your courage, ready to play.

”Truth, then.”

”What’s one thing no one knows about you, yoi?”

You think for a moment. That was vague. There were many, many things you kept to yourself. They also kept you very lonely. You speak with a soft, quiet voice.

”I carry lots of love in me and I don’t know where to put it down. It gets heavy sometimes. But it should feel light, right? Being in love?”

Marco got quiet, looking at you with an unreadable expression. For a moment the words that just fell out of your mouth linger between the two of you. It was late, your head was spinning. Something about this time of the night made your tongue loose, as if all the words spoken out loud were just a fever dream. You chuckle, overwhelmed by your feelings. “So, truth or dare, Marco?”

”Truth yoi.”

”What‘s one thing no one knows about you?”

You look him directly in the eyes, holding his gaze. Your heart beating an unsteady beat. The doctor takes his time to think before he speaks with kindness and hope in his voice.

”I think of you very fondly. Every time someone knocks on my door, I hope it‘s you. Always you yoi. I hold so much love for you.”

“Did you… wait, you love me?”

You look up, too stunned to speak. Marco smirks, then nods. Good thing you were already sitting or otherwise your legs might have given in it this point. You try to focus on your breathing, trying to comprehend what just happened. All the words you heard so clearly but still felt too sweet to be real. You were in for another round.

“I dare you to kiss me, y/n.”

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Could I get “i know it’s 3am in the morning, but do you want to…?” with Mihawk <3

Congratulations om 333 followers <3

thank you so much, Lev <3 also you were the very first person to request, hehe! i love Mihawk, so I was more than happy about the prompt you chose.

prompt: “i know it’s 3am in the morning, but do you want to…?” w/ Mihawk

word count: 339

What time was it? It was still dark outside. And what was that faint sound? You must still be dreaming...

You feel for your partner on the other side of the bed, hoping to crawl back to sleep in his arms, but the bed was empty. How strange. You rub your eyes and slip out of bed, still drowsy, following that sound coming from the living room on tiptoes.

Oh, you knew that song... that record, that played over and over again during that night when you first kissed him.

"Can't sleep, my love?"

You lean in the door frame, yawning. The room was lit dimly by a dozen candles and Mihawk was standing there with his eyes closed, humming softly the melody of the vinyl playing. You can't help but smile, because your heart still skips a beat whenever you were with him. After all this time. He looks over his shoulder, also smiling when your eyes meet.

"Please excuse me, y/n. Did I wake you up?", he asks and comes closer, pulling you into a hug. You also wrap your arms around him and mumble into his chest, something about how you missed him when you woke up. And how that song reminds you of that one night...

Mihawk chuckles softly, tucking one loose strand of hair behind your ear and kissing you on the forehead with a familiar gentleness, before he takes one step back, offering you a hand.

"I know it's 3am in the morning, but do you want to...?"

You blink a few times until you realize what he was up to. Then, a wide smile, as your hand slides into his, the other resting on his chest, while he pulls you closer to him on your hip, swinging you softly from one side to the other.

While you slow-waltzed in your pyjamas through the living room, the world seems to stand still. This was much better than any dream you've ever had. This was a love bigger than life.

This was forever.

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hello Lale❤ for your milestone event could I have “you have ice cream on your nose.” with Ace please <3 Thank you for taking time!!

hi my dear and more importantly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! i am so happy that our paths crossed here, i can't tell you that often enough. i am wishing you a calm, wonderful birthday and i hope you feel very loved. since i can't bake you a birthday cake, i've decided to turn your request into a birthday present! hope you enjoy it. i've queued this so you can wake up to this hopefully, hehe. sending you lots of warm hugs! <3

prompt: "you have ice cream on your nose" w/ Ace

word count: 959

When your boyfriend told you that he was gonna take you on a thrilling adventure tonight, you didn't quite expect... this.

"TA-DA!! What do you think, y/n?"

Ace had walked you into his room, his hands covering your eyes so you wouldn't see the surprise he had prepared for you. You could tell that he was really excited, because he was shifting from one foot to the other and babbling about how you're gonna love this, also that it was something he hadn't done in a very long time...

When you opened your eyes, you couldn't quite grasp what you saw. Every piece of furniture had been moved, the bed was now leaning against the wall, the big armchair standing in the middle, there were some poles you have never seen before and on top of that, a huge bedsheet was thrown over the whole mess. It looked as if a childhood dream had just exploded in there.

"I built us a blanket fort!", Ace exclaimed, jumping up and down a little bit and looking at you with pure excitement in his sparkling eyes. He really had golden retriever energy sometimes. "It's even better on the inside, let me show you!"

Your boyfriend grabs you by your hand, dragging you behind him to what probably was the entrance, veiled by a big scarf that was draped over two wooden chairs. A little sign was positioned there, reading "ACE'S & Y/N'S LOVE CAVE" in scrawly handwriting. You can't help but grin widely from one ear to the other. He really put lots of thought into it.

You lower your head a little and follow the fire fist into another world. Was this still the same room you knew in and out or did you just step into a portal when you entered the blanket fort?

The fabric walls were decorated with fairy lights that dipped the room in a warm, dimmed light. Pillows were scattered all over the floor, if you wanted you could flop down anywhere and fall softly into one - even though you'd rather just fall into Ace's arms. He had prepared a tablet on the floor with cut fruit and small bowls of your favorite snacks and also your favorite soda was waiting there for you.

Ace gestured to you to sit down, still overly excited by the surprised look on your face, when a voice from outside shouted: "Special delivery!"

"Let me get that.", the fire fist grinned, pulling aside the scarf at the entrance a little but acting as if he had just strolled through some big mansion to the front door for some luxury delivery - turns out it actually was one.

Thatch was crouched down in front of the blanket fort, holding up a giant ice cream bowl and handing it to your boyfriend. It was not just a simple ice cream bowl, but bigger than your entire face, with two spoons sticking in it. There were colorful sprinkles, whipped cream, cut strawberries and little paper umbrellas for decoration, also two glazed cherries on top. Ace thanked and said goodbye to Thatch with a little formal bow (just like Makino taught him) before carefully balancing the whole thing into your direction, placing it right in front of you.

"Do I spot chocolate ice cream here?", you cooed, already grabbing a spoon and looking your boyfriend stunned in the eyes. "I don't know what I did to deserve all that, but I'm not complaining."

Ace took the other spoon, scooping up a big portion of your favorite ice cream and gesturing you to open your mouth, which you don't have to be told twice. The ice cream melted in your mouth, just as your heart melted for the fire fist snuggled up next to you, watching you with the softest gaze one could imagine. Even though you've been close countless times before, your heart still skipped a beat whenever your shoulders touched, when your fingers intertwined and when he was so close you could count every freckle on his face.

"You deserve the whole world, y/n." Ace smiled and chomped down the portion you held him under his nose. Without speaking, the two of you have started a battle on who can feed the other the biggest scoop of ice cream without getting brain freeze or dropping the whole thing on the ground (the five-second-rule would still apply, right?).

The world, huh? He was your world. He was the sun that crushed down into your cosmos, radiating sunshine into the darkest corners of your soul. He was the moon that lit your way in those lonely nights, leading you right back into his arms. He was your home, your everything.

When he kisses you, the butterflies are still dancing like they did on day one. When he kisses you, the cracks in your soul are filled with liquid gold. When he kisses you, you know that true love exists. Despite everything. You both are here, breathing stardust in unison. It was enough.

You can feel Ace grinning between your kisses, which makes you giggle. He pulls away a little, still holding your face cupped in his both hands.

"What's so funny, you little firecracker?", you quipped, looking up to him with a fake pout that doesn't seem to impress him, but only makes him laugh out more.

"You have ice cream on your nose. It's cute. Makes me want to cover your face with kisses. Maybe other places, too."

"Permission granted.", you breathe as you pull him closer at the collar of his shirt, making you both fall over into a sea of pillows where you will spend the rest of the night having just the thrilling adventure Ace promised you...

[lale-txt]

hello lale! for your milestone event could i have “because i’ve fallen for you, isn’t it obvious?” for marco if you don’t mind <3

ven my love, of course you can! i'm always down to write for our favorite birb man.

prompt: “because i’ve fallen for you, isn’t it obvious?” w/ Marco

word count: 566

"Hey little bird-yoi."

You look up from your book, smiling widely when your eyes meet those of Marco, who took a seat next to you at the dinner table. It was already past midnight and the rest of the crew was either asleep or having a party outside. You could hear their muffled voices through the closed door, but didn't feel like joining them today; being too absorbed in the written words of the pages in front of you and maybe also a bit too much in your own head.

Marco though... you didn't mind his presence. Or rather, you craved it, but he would never know. Or would he? You remembered how he would always notice small details that no one else did, like the day you changed your usual hairstyle slightly (he complimented it wholeheartedly) or when you wore that one loose purple shirt and he pointed at you, then at him and grinned from ear to ear: "Partner look".

Partners. You can feel your ears burning up by the thought of it and feel glad about the dimly lit room, covering your blushing face in the dark. The few candles on the table flickered a little.

"Don't feel like partying today?", you ask and hope he won't notice the slight tremble in your voice. Help. After all this time, being alone with him still made you so nervous.

He shakes his head, leaning back and giving you a warm smile. His blue eyes were fixated on you, piercing you down almost with an unfamiliar warmth. What was this feeling?

"Nah. I'd rather be with you, y/n-yoi."

You chuckle. Now that must have been a joke obviously. Sure, 1st Division Commander Marco wants to spend alone time with someone like you instead of all his friends out there. But he did remember your name and oh, how sweet it sounded out of his mouth...

"Why would you say that?", you ask bluntly. It was late, your head was tired and your thoughts were spinning now. Thinking clearly with him around was impossible. Whatever thought you tried to grasp, they all lead back to his lips. How badly you wanted to feel them on yours.

Marco pauses for a few heartbeats, leaning over the table now, closer to you, his face resting in one hand. His glance is fixiated on you, as if he could read your mind just by staring at you long enough. He smirks.

"Because I've fallen for you, isn't it obvious?"

Oh.

All words have left your body. You gasped audibly, which made Marco laugh. His laugh. It was your favorite sound. Your body also must have given up, because all you can do is sit and stare at the phoenix, trying to process what he just said. He would never joke about something like this, you just knew it...

This was when he pulled you closer, hugging you into his warm chest. His arms around you felt like the world collapsing, or maybe it was the weltschmerz that was finally lifted off your shoulders. Underneath his wings you felt safe, protected. Your loneliness crumbled underneath you, but instead of falling you were held with a tenderness that felt like the first rays of sunshine after a stormy day.

Two lovers, two souls. Melting into each other like gold. Hearts wide open.

This was the beginning of a love story.

[lale-txt]

Can I request the “I still love you okay?” prompt with Robin please?

I AM SO HAPPY THAT YOU REQUESTED ROBIN AAAAHHHH i was hoping someone would do, so thank you <3

prompt: "i still love you, okay?" w/ Robin

word count: 756

What a mess.

You look at the book in your left hand and the... well, probably five hundred other books that were now scattered all over the floor. Books that were on the shelf where they belonged only ten seconds ago.

If it wasn't way past midnight and the rest of the crew long asleep, you probably would have screamed out of frustration, but the sound of a collapsing bookshelf must have been noise enough to wake the whole ship up. Not you though, because you were the one who couldn't sleep that night, so you went for a nightly stroll to the library to get yourself something to read, hoping it would help you to calm your thoughts and find some sleep soon.

Well, that plan failed obviously.

You step closer to the pile of scattered books. Should you have used the ladder like a normal person instead of climbing the shelf because your monkey brain went "nah I got this"? Probably. When you heard the loud crack, you managed to jump down and stumble a few steps back before the avalanche of books came down within a second.

Robin is gonna be so mad. The library was her treasure, her everything.

Shit. You start picking up some of the books, trying to pile them up at least neatly on the floor, but knock them over again whenever you turn around to grab some more. This was bad. You can feel tears welling up, but you're not sure if they're out of frustration over your own clumsiness or the thought of having to look Robin in the eyes and confess what you did to her favorite place on the Thousand Sunny.

"Oh no. What happened here?"

You spin around and freeze at the sight of Robin in her nightgown, leaning in the doorframe. Her expression is unreadable, but her hand covering her mouth wasn't a good sign probably. Usually you would be beaming over the moon to see her, but right now all you could feel was panic rising up inside of you.

"Robin, I am so sorry, it was an accident, I...", you stammer, head bowed, unable to look her into the eyes. You try to focus on your breathing to calm yourself, but it was already too late. Hot tears are now running down your cheeks, you try to wipe them quickly with the sleeve of your shirt but they just keep on flowing. You felt so guilty.

Over your sniffles you can't hear how Robin steps closer, crouching down next to you and gently rubbing your back. Maybe she was looking for the perfect spot to stab you right here, right now. Which was okay, you probably deserved it. Instead, she wrapped her arms around you from behind, holding you tight. Still crying, you wondered if she decided to switch from stabbing to simply breaking your neck for a cleaner solution since her books were still scattered all over the place.

It took you a few moments to realize that she was actually comforting you which only made you weep more, overwhelmed by her kindness. Being offered forgiveness was a feeling you never experienced before. Why did it hurt so much? Was it because it set your past on fire, the prickling feeling under your skin, the love that feels like taking a deep breath after being underwater for too long?

"It's all good, y/n. Please don't cry. I'm just glad that you're not hurt.", Robin whispers, patting your head. You melt under her touch, calming down a little and turn around to finally face her, still sniffling a little. She gives you a warm smile.

"But... your books! They're your everything! I sorted them with you and it took ages, just for me to tear it all down. I'm so..."

She interrupts you by putting a finger on your mouth, signaling you to stop talking. Her eyes linger on you for a few heartbeats, before she starts speaking again, her voice gentle and calm.

"First of all, you're my everything. I could own all the books in the world and would still feel like something... someone was missing. A broken shelf is something we can fix easily. And if I get to spend more time with you sorting them in, I'm more than happy about it. Please don't beat yourself up over something silly like this. I still love you, okay? You better never forget that. We can tidy up tomorrow, so let's read a bedtime story together for now?"

[lale-txt]

Uuuu I’m so late!, but congratulations on 333 followers Lale!! Could I please ask for my red head Shanks with the the fluff prompt“It’s you. It has always been you”. Please and thank you ♡

pebbsie, my beloved ♡ it's my pleasure as always! thank you so much for your kind words, i truly appreciate them.

prompt: “it’s you. it has always been you.” w/ Shanks

word count: 591

You wake up in the darkness of your shared cabin. What time was it? It must be the middle of the night since for once the whole ship was quiet, only the waves crashing softly at the shore.

The night was crawling in already when you reached the latest island and Shanks and the crew agreed to explore it once the sun was rising again, everyone was tired anyway. But the other side of the bed was empty... where did he go?

You rub your eyes and whisper his name softly into the dark. No answer. How unusual. Was he sleepwalking? Did something happen? You decide to find out, you couldn't fall asleep without his arms around you anyway.

Wrapped into the huge blanket you step outside. It was a cold but clear night and the sky looked almost magical, with the stars shining only for you. You almost get lost in its beauty, with your head tilted back to soak it all in. You felt so small, staring into the vast night sky above you.

"Shanks?", you ask once again quietly, hoping not to wake any of your crew members up.

"I'm here, my love."

He pulls down the blanket you're wrapped in a bit to give you a kiss on top of your head. You must have been so absorbed by the stars, you didn't notice him approaching you from behind. Your heart sighed in relief with him being near, feeling his warmth and familiar scent. He was your home.

You turn around and snuggle yourself into his chest, mumbling drowsy: "Where were you? I woke up in an empty bed and got scared for a second..."

Shanks is kissing your cheeks softly as an apology. You know he would never do anything that made you feel alone or afraid, he was always very protective of you.

"Close your eyes and open your hands for me, y/n."

You raise an eyebrow skeptical but do as he says.

"This better not be one of your inappropriate jokes..."

The red head laughs out loud, knowing you knew him a little too well. But tonight, he had a special surprise for you. Something familiar touched the palms of your hands, a floral smell swapping you off your feet almost. You open your eyes wide in surprise, a small "oh" slipping out of your mouth when you see that big flower bouquet lying in your open hands. They were in full bloom, shimmering softly in the moonlight, so many of them that you could barely hold them with two hands. He must have picked them only moments ago...

You look up to him, at loss for words but smiling. So does he. The wide, big smile of his that you have fallen for a long time ago.

"I didn't mean to scare you, my love. I woke up at night, with you lying peacefully next to me when it hit me. How much love I hold for you in me. And how you're always by my side, through the good and the bad. How... it's you. It has always been you. No one has touched my heart like you did. And I wanted to thank you for that. In a way that doesn't wake you up on the spot, but I guess I failed this one." He chuckles, pulling you closer to kiss you on the lips with a gentleness that sets your soul on fire. "I plant my heart in your hands. Please look after it, like you always do."

[lale-txt]

congratulations on the milestone!!! can i request “did you… wait, you love me?” for sabo please?

hello angel, of course! thank you for the congratulations, hehe.

prompt: "did you… wait, you love me?" w/ Sabo

word count: 445

Bright flashes of red and orange. Someone was screaming. Was it you? It hurt. Everything hurts. Everything—

You collapse into darkness.

A fever dream. A cliff. A hand pulling you back, back to life, back into his arms.

Your eyelids feel heavy, but you manage to open them a bit. A golden veil blocks your view. Except that it's not exactly a veil but Sabo's blonde curls and they're only a hand's width away from your face, almost touching the tip of your nose. Your head hurts and your view is blurry. You can make out the shape of some trees, feel the grass underneath you. What happened? And why was Sabo leaning over you, looking at you with eyes full of worry?

"Oh good, you're awake. You scared me for a second, y/n."

"Sabo..." You groan as you try to sit up, a sharp pain flashing through your torso. The revolutionary grabs you by the shoulders and gently pushes you down again, back to your lying position.

"Try not to move for now. I'm here, you're safe with me. Just... let's rest for a while."

Just now you notice your racing heart, your sweaty palms, but you can't make out if it was from the battle earlier or because he was near. Both, maybe. You try to remember pieces of the fight, but it was all just a big blur. Though there was a feeling creeping up on you, that you wouldn't be here, breathing, if it wasn't for Sabo.

"You're always saving my stupid ass.", you mumble, closing your eyes again. Everything was just too bright.

"Because I love your stupid ass."

"Did you... wait, you love me?"

You shoot up again, ignoring the pain flashing through you, almost giving Sabo a headbutt as he was still leaning over you. He grins widely, the smile full of mischief, as he forces you to lay down once again.

"I do. So you better don't bleed out here before I can take you on a proper date."

You glance at him with heavy eyes, letting out a hoarse laugh. Maybe this was still a fever dream, maybe it was the afterlife. Maybe it was reality, the confession that just slipped his lips. Whatever it was, it made you the happiest person in the whole wide world. You reach for Sabo's hand, knowing you will never let go of him.

When he leans down to kiss you on your sore lips, you almost sigh in relief. He tastes like a golden future you never dared to dream of, like an unheard prayer on your bruised knees, like a thousand suns setting in the ocean.