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lumiileth · 4 months ago

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let you break my heart again

pairing: Shanks x Marine!Reader, Garp’s Daughter!Reader, Familial!Luffy x Reader

tags: Bittersweet, Unrequited Love, Angst, Non-Sexual Tension, No Use of Y/N, Small Physical Descriptions

word count: 7.400

summary: She was an anchor, foolishly reaching for the tide, but Shanks was the sea—vast, restless, and never meant to be caught.

or: She realized that Shanks and Luffy were the same - both too wild and free-spirited to be held back, they were always going to chase their dreams, while she just had to accept being left behind.

Contrary to popular belief, Garp was not a failure. Two of his grandsons might’ve been pirates, the (currently unknown) third grandson and his son were in a group that opposed the World Government directly—more so, his son happened to be the leader of said notorious group—but Garp was not a failure, this was a story far before three of his grandchildren venture the world, a story of Garp’s daughter who happened to be a Vice Admiral.

She was the only person who survived Garp’s harsh beatings and still went to become a Marine, rose up the ranks and became a Vice Admiral in a short amount of time, without the help of Garp’s notorious name. She had been raised under Garp’s strict yet strangely affectionate hand, harsh, but his fist of love, in her mind, was loving indeed. Unlike Garp, who happened to be the Hero of the Marines, a name that makes few pirates quiver in fear, she had a slightly different job description other than the normal Marine duty.

She was Luffy’s caretaker. (Aunty!)

Garp had left him in her care more often than not, dropping him off in Dawn Island with nothing but his usual booming laughter and a dismissive wave. It had been her arms that carried him when he scraped his knees, her scolding that rang in his ears when he got into trouble. She had been the one to ensure he ate proper meals, even when he whined about wanting meat and nothing else. She had been the one to sit by the shore, watching him grin at the horizon and dream of an adventure she could not give him.

The first time in years, she heard of Shanks through her own nephew, Luffy, she didn’t really get to see him.

Marines duties mean that she couldn’t be with Luffy every day, but when she got back to Foosha Village, Luffy excitedly told her of a Red-haired pirate named Shanks who was a super cool pirate and went on super cool adventures.

(She should teach him more vocabulary)

Luffy was still animatedly telling her about the pirate he had encountered, though her thoughts drifted, carried by the rhythm of the waves, back to a time when things had been simpler—not easier, but simpler. Before the weight of a uniform, before duty carved its place into her bones, before she had to choose what kind of person she would become.

A tune played in her mind, faint but familiar, and without thinking, she hummed along. The melody belonged to the sea. It was a song of open horizons, of laughter caught in the wind, of voices raised against the vast blue.

She was lost back then, stranded in a ship her father sought for, but somehow, for the first time, she felt like she belonged.

A beaming face flashed through her mind—grinning, untamed, golden like the sun. A voice, warm as sunlight on wood, reached across the years.

"You’re free to join me, kid!"

The memory struck like a wave, crashing over her before she could brace herself.

She could still hear the distant sound of boots against timber, the rustling of an old coat caught in the wind. She could still feel the way the ship had rocked beneath her feet—not just any ship. His ship.

Her fingers twitched, as if they still remembered the worn grooves of the railing she used to lean against, watching the horizon stretch endlessly before her.

She exhaled sharply, dragging herself back to the present.

"That was a lifetime ago."

And yet, no matter how much time passed, no matter how deep she buried it, the ocean never forgot. It carried whispers of the past in every crashing wave, every shifting tide.

“What was that, Aunty?” Luffy’s grin still wide, not a speck of annoyance or any negative emotions from being interrupted.

“No, nothing.” She dismissed, “What were you saying, Lu?”

–

The next time the Red-Haired Pirates docked in Foosha Village, she had been there, watching from a distance with suspicion. The village hadn’t changed much—still quiet, still warm, still untouched by the chaos of the wider world. But she had changed, and so had he.

She leaned against the thick trunk of a tree, arms crossed, her sharp gaze following the familiar ship as it bobbed gently in the harbor. The villagers greeted the pirates with ease, laughing as they carried barrels of supplies toward the shore. They trusted Shanks and his men. They always had.

But trust was a fragile thing.

She knew who they were. She knew their captain quite well—perhaps too well. Once upon a time, before either of them had carved out their own paths, she had sailed alongside him. Before they had their own crews, before his captain fell, before she understood the weight of what it meant to choose a side.

And she had chosen.

She knew what pirates stood for—what they embodied. Freedom, recklessness, defiance. Chaos incarnate. And yet, Shanks had never seemed bound by the ugliness of the title. He carried it differently, with an ease that was as frustrating as it was dangerous.

So when he turned and met her gaze across the clearing, when he grinned like the years between them hadn’t built walls of duty and ideology, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to scowl or sigh.

He approached with the same unhurried confidence he had always possessed, hands loose at his sides, his red coat draped over one shoulder. The years had deepened the lines at the corners of his eyes, but the amusement in them remained the same.

“You’re a Marine now, huh?” His voice was warm, teasing, laced with that infuriating sense of knowing. “Never thought I’d see the day where the snot-nosed brat turned into someone all high and mighty.”

She scoffed, shifting her weight, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a real reaction. “Never thought I’d see the short kid with a crew of his own.”

That made him laugh—a real, full-bodied laugh, the kind that rang through the air and made the villagers glance their way with knowing smiles. He hadn’t changed. Not really.

But she had.

And they both knew it.

Still, for a fleeting moment, standing there in the dappled sunlight with the sound of the waves in the distance, she almost let herself believe that things were still simple.

Almost.

–

She exhaled sharply, crossing her arms as she regarded the red-haired pirate. He didn’t understand. Not really. He saw Luffy’s freedom, his dream, and admired it—but he hadn’t been the one to watch over him, to worry constantly, to fear the day Luffy would sail away and never come back. the sea, the undeniable will that burned in his chest, the same fire she had tried so hard to protect him from.

"Heard you’ve been telling Luffy stuff," she muttered, voice lower, as if saying it too loudly would make it real. "He's just a kid."

Shanks only smiled, something knowing behind his eyes. "So was I. So were you."

She scowled at him, unimpressed. "That’s not the same."

He chuckled, easy and carefree, shifting the weight of his coat over his shoulders. "Maybe not. But you know as well as I do—you can’t control him. Not anymore."

She hated that he was right.

Luffy bounced between them, looking between their tense exchange with wide, curious eyes. "Wait, wait, wait—you two know each other?"

Shanks grinned down at him. "Something like that."

"Aunty, you know Shanks?!" Luffy gasped, as if the very thought was unbelievable.

Shanks barked out a laugh, slinging an arm around her shoulder in the same way he used to when they were kids—like it was nothing, like there weren’t years between them, like the world hadn’t drawn lines in the sand between them.

"Know me?" Shanks grinned wide, pulling her into his side despite her very pointed attempt to shove him off. "Kid, your aunty used to follow me around like a lost puppy."

Her fist collided with his stomach before he even finished his sentence.

"Ow—!"

Luffy laughed wildly, eyes shining. "Really?!!"

"No!" she snapped at the same time Shanks smugly drawled, "Maybe."

She groaned, stepping away before she lost any more of her sanity. It was infuriating how easily he weaved himself into her life again, as if the years apart didn’t matter, as if they weren’t standing on opposite sides of the law.

Shanks rubbed his stomach where she’d punched him, grinning despite himself. "Still got that right hook, huh?"

She shot him a glare that would have made lesser men tremble. "And I'll use it again with Haki if you keep talking."

His laughter followed her as she walked away, but she ignored it, ignored the warmth in her chest, and ignored the fact that Shanks had never really left her thoughts all these years.

And deep down, she knew he never would.

–

The next time the Red-Haired Pirates docked, she didn’t expect to see Shanks. At least, not really. She heard the usual buzz from the villagers—excited chatter, playful groans about the ruckus his crew always brought—but she’d learned to ignore it. She had work to do, and a certain red-haired pirate was the last thing she needed occupying her thoughts.

Yet, here he was.

Standing in front of her, grinning like a fool, struggling to balance—of all things—a fully grown tangerine tree in his arms.

The bush was far bigger than him, its leafy branches swaying as he adjusted his grip. She blinked, staring at him, a little exasperated, a little dumbfounded. What was he even doing?

Shanks tilted his head, peering around the tangle of branches just to get a better look at her, and when he called her name—just like that, so easy, so familiar—her heart did something funny.

A flutter. A hesitation. A warmth she refused to acknowledge.

Maybe she hadn’t let go of her feelings from back then.

"Look what I found," he said, his voice as bright as the sea breeze, thick with amusement. "A fully grown tangerine tree, your favorite!"

Her mouth opened—then closed. She stared at the tree, the vibrant, ripe fruit hanging lazily from its branches. Her favorite. A passing remark she’d made more than a decade ago, back when she was still young, still trying to figure out who she was in the grand scheme of things. And he remembered.

Of course, he did.

She crossed her arms, raising a brow. "Shanks, why—"

"Don’t worry, I stole it fair and square," he interrupted, far too pleased with himself.

She sighed, dragging a hand down her face. "That’s not—That’s not better."

He laughed, shifting the tree in his arms like some grand treasure, completely unbothered. Just like always.

And just like always, she felt herself slipping—falling into the space where Shanks wasn’t just a pirate, where the weight of their titles, their paths, didn’t matter.

Maybe, just for a second, she let herself forget.

“Aunty!” Luffy excitedly shouted, something he’d do when seeing the red haired pirate, “What’s that?” He circled around the tangerine tree in awe, Dawn Island wasn’t a suitable island for tangerine trees, they need well drained and a slightly acidic soil to thrive, she didn’t not have the privilege to play gardener in her free time.

“It’s a tangerine tree,” She offered Luffy her lap as she took a tangerine, peeling it off for him, “It’s my favorite,” Her gaze softened and she saw Luffy complained about the tangerine being sour.

Shanks looks at the duo with warmth, he didn’t realize there would be a day where the brute kid he once knew could be a soft mother figure to a rambunctious boy, but he realized that his heart did something funny.

Maybe it was just because the scene in front of him was endearing.

Nothing more.

–

The sun hung low over Foosha Village, casting golden light over the docks where the Red-Haired Pirates were loading up supplies onto the Red Force. The scent of salt and fresh fruit lingered in the air, mixing with the easy laughter of pirates enjoying their last moments on land.

Mayor Wood Slap stood with his arms crossed, watching the familiar sight of Shanks and his crew preparing to leave once again. He let out a huff, shaking his head.

"Shanks has been here for a while, hasn’t he?" the mayor muttered, eyeing the pirate captain, who was laughing at something Luffy had said.

Beside him, she stood with her hands tucked into her coat pockets, watching the scene unfold.

"Too long," she admitted, though her voice lacked any real bite.

Mayor Wood Slap glanced at her and sighed.n

“You’ve also been her a little too long, Ms. Vice Admiral,” The Mayor said with a slight edge, her title being used for teasing. “Might as well just get married and move in!”

She grimaced, but the thought itself didn’t disgust her, just the realization that, yes, she has been here quite a while, it seemed she couldn’t part away from Dawn Island, not when Shanks is here and willing to stay for more than a few weeks.

"Stop this Marine foolishness, your father is enough of a Marine for this whole village!"

She didn’t react at first, simply watching as Luffy clung to Shanks' arm, pouting about something. The pirate ruffled the boy’s hair with a lopsided grin, and for a moment, it almost looked… normal. Like a family.

She exhaled through her nose. "You know I can't do that." A small smile tugged at her lips, finding amusement at the Mayor’s statement.

Makino, wiping her hands on her apron, leaned against the wooden railing with a warm smile. "Don’t you ever want to settle down, Mrs. Marine-chan?" she teased, her tone lighthearted.

She snorted at the nickname but didn’t argue.

"Yeah," she admitted, her gaze softening as it drifted to Luffy, who was now sitting cross-legged on a barrel, animatedly telling Shanks something about travelling through the seas, wanting to become a pirate. His eyes sparkled with excitement, his hands moving wildly as he spoke.

"I’d want that, actually."

Makino tilted her head. "Then why don’t you?"

She smiled faintly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Because people like me don’t get that kind of life."

Mayor Wood Slap huffed again, shaking his head. "You sound just like your father."

She didn’t respond. Instead, she just kept watching Luffy, the boy who would eventually chase after the sea just like Shanks.

Just like all the things she couldn’t hold onto.

–

Little did she know, Shanks heard everything

Shanks hadn’t meant to listen. Not really. He’d been overseeing his crew, hands resting easily on his belt, exchanging laughs with Benn and Yasopp while making sure the men loaded the last of their supplies onto the Red Force. But her voice—steady, thoughtful—cut through the casual chatter, anchoring his attention before he even realized it.

"Yeah. I’d want that, actually."

For a moment, he didn’t move. Didn’t turn. Just stood there, gaze fixed ahead, as if the words hadn’t settled under his skin like a slow-burning ember. It wasn’t what she said—it was the way she said it. Soft, sure. Not a fleeting thought, not an empty remark. A truth she might not have meant for anyone to hear.

He tilted his head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of her—not the Marine, not the soldier, but the girl who once ran barefoot through The Oro Jackson, who had always been just a little too stubborn, a little too untouchable. And yet, there she was, looking at the kid with an expression he couldn’t really decipher.

Shanks exhaled, a slow chuckle forming at the back of his throat before he swallowed it down. He didn’t tease. Didn’t joke. Didn’t let the thought linger longer than it should.

Instead, he turned back to his crew, grinning as if nothing had changed. Because maybe nothing had. Or maybe, years down the line, when their paths crossed again, he’d remember this moment—not because of what she’d said, but because of the way, for the first time, he’d wondered what it might mean if she really meant it.

–

And she meant it

“So,” His Firstmate drawled out, “You knew our captain since back then?” He nonchalantly offered her a cigarette which she happily took, rarely did she ever do so, but her stress has been piling up, with The Red-Haired pirates docking for a while, on top of Luffy’s claim of wanting to become Pirate King, and Marine duties.

She stared at the infamous Benn Beckman, she noted that she was attractive, an air of authority surrounding him.

“Was lost once, sailed for a while,” She breathed in the cigarette, blowing out the smoke, her tense body relaxed slightly, the nicotine taking effect.

Beckman grinned.

“How did that go?”

–

Gol D. Roger had a habit of picking up strays. Shanks and Buggy were proof of that. But this? This was something else entirely.

For months now, they’d had an extra pair of hands on the ship—small, quick, and strangely competent for a kid. No one really questioned where she came from. She pulled her weight, didn’t cause trouble (well, no more than Buggy and Shanks, which was already the bare minimum because of their pirate apprentice status), and had a sharp tongue that fit right in with the rest of the crew.

She didn’t even flinch at the chaos that was the Oro Jackson, which made Roger think she belonged here.

Shanks had unofficially adopted her as his tiny sparring partner. Buggy swore up and down that she was a cursed demon child because she always managed to mess with him without getting caught. Scopper Gaban taught her how to tie proper knots, Rayleigh made sure she didn’t get herself killed, and even Roger himself had taken a liking to the little menace.

She was a pirate alright.

–

Being one of the three kids in the infamous pirate ship, Oro Jackson, meant you had to fight for good sleeping spots. The older you get, the more you think that sleep is just sleep, but as someone with youth, anything could be made a competition, and that includes getting the best sleeping spot in the ship.

And somehow, the best spot had been claimed by Buggy.

"This is my bed," Buggy said, sprawled across the best hammock in the entire ship. "Go find your own."

She frowned and crossed her arms, annoyed at the clown’s behavior. "But you’re always sleeping there!"

"No." Buggy turned to her. "And especially not you. You're tiny. You'll kick me off in your sleep." He regretted saying that, despite being younger, she was actually a bit taller than Shanks and Buggy due to her lineage, the men in her family stood at least 8’ tall, it would be weird if she were any shorter. So at a young age, she was already much taller than the two boys.

The girl raised an eyebrow. "You literally fall off all the time by yourself."

Buggy scowled. "That is not the point."

Shanks smirked. "Guess we'll have to settle this like pirates."

Buggy paled. "Wait—"

It became a war.

Buggy used his Chop-Chop powers to keep them away. Shanks with both of his swords, and the little stowaway with her Haki coated hands.

Roger and Rayleigh watched in amusement from the other side of the deck.

"Should we stop them?" Rayleigh asked, ready to teach the kids a lesson.

"Nah," Roger chuckled, looking at the trio weirdly, yet slightly amused. "This is the most fun I've had all week.

“Though I am curious about how the girl is already using armament haki very well.” Roger questioned, her stance also very familiar, but he didn’t think too much about it, maybe it was just a fleeting thought, nothing of importance.

Eventually, nobody won.

By the time the sky was dead at night, Buggy, Shanks, and the girl were all tangled up in one blanket, snoring. Roger grinned and draped another blanket over them, not wanting to move them from above the ship as he made his way inside towards the most comfortable hammock Buggy had left.

Oro Jackson itself was filled with middle aged men, so snoring was always going to be an issue, but she grew up with the manliest of men, his snoring rivaled that of a lion’s roar, yet she was awake, unwilling to sleep due to said noises.

She saw Shanks and Buggy curled up on the blanket placed on top of them. She wriggled her way out as she saw the beautiful stars in the night sky. Her movement caused another person in the trio to move. Shanks has awakened.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

–

The sea was calm that night, the Oro Jackson rocking gently as the waves lapped against its hull. Most of the crew was asleep, save for a few night watchmen and the two smallest members of the ship—Shanks and her—perched up on the deck, legs dangling over the edge.

Shanks had dragged a blanket out and wrapped it around them both, the night air cool against their skin. The stars above stretched endlessly, shimmering like scattered treasure.

"Ever think about the future?" Shanks asked, breaking the quiet.

She blinked, turning to look at him. "What do you mean?"

Shanks leaned back on his arms, looking up at the sky. "Like… where we'll go. What we’ll do. Y’know, after all this."

She frowned. "You’re not leaving, are you?"

“Aren’t you?” Shanks laughed. "Nah, not yet. I just—" He hesitated, then sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "I dunno. I like being here. I love the crew. But I also wonder… will I ever have my own ship? My own adventure?"

She was quiet for a moment. Then, she nudged him with her shoulder. "You’d be a good captain."

Shanks turned to her, eyes wide. "You think so?"

She nodded. "You’re annoying, but people like you. You’re good at making things fun. And… you care. That’s important."

Shanks felt his face heat up, but he grinned. "You’d be on my crew, right?"

She hesitated, and for the first time that night, Shanks noticed something different in her expression. A shadow of something unspoken.

"...Eh."

Shanks frowned. "Why not?"

She picked at a loose thread on the blanket. "I don’t belong here." It suddenly dawned at her that she left something big at home, despite loving the sea, loving the adventures, it is not the life she was meant to have, she wasn’t meant to have freedom, she was meant to follow rules, and maybe then, she can grant people who are treated unjust by the system freedom, a heavy thought in her young mind.

Shanks tilted his head. "Because of… where you came from?" He still didn’t know anything about her past, though he had his assumptions, he rather not voice it out loud to avoid saying something wrong.

She didn’t answer, but the way her fingers tightened around the fabric said enough.

Shanks stayed quiet for a moment, then scooted a little closer. "You know, even if you don’t stay, that doesn’t mean we stop being family."

She looked up at him. "You really think that?"

He grinned. "Duh. We’re Shanks, Buggy, and," He puffed out his chest dramatically, mentioning your name last "Unstoppable. The best trio on the Oro Jackson!"

She laughed, rolling her eyes. "That’s not even true. We’re not even the second best." She thought of the grinning captain with his right and left hand. Despite not ever seeing them fight, she could feel the potential that they oozed out.

She looked at him for a long moment, then sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. "...You’re really dumb, y’know that?"

"Doesn’t matter," Shanks said, smiling softer now. "We’re still us."

"Yeah, yeah." Shanks grinned, resting his head against hers. "But you’re stuck with me anyway."

She never did interact with kids her age, she was always training, a designated path of her’s is already forged, but she saw Shanks, he had this captivating pull, she saw him as the sun. Buggy, too.

“Forced to, actually,” She giggled, her eyes never leaving the older boy, “It was a coincidence that I’m even here in the first place,”

“Then it’s the best coincidence I had in a while,” Shanks gave her a thumbs up, a dumb grin on his face.

They were the first friends she ever had (and will have)

Her heart fluttered as she took one last look at the red hair, before laying her head on his shoulder, resting.

And under the endless stretch of stars, with the ocean rocking beneath them, Buggy’s snoring filling the air, she decided—maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing.

–

The truth came out in the stupidest way possible.

–

One day, while the Oro Jackson was docked at a quiet island, a Marine ship showed up on the horizon. Normally, this wasn’t an issue—Roger and his crew had ways of avoiding unnecessary fights. But the moment the girl spotted the Marine sails, she groaned, a slight fear in the edge of her voice.

"Ugh,” She started sweating again, she grabbed the back of Roger’s coat, seemingly trying to hide herself from the Marine ship.

Roger quirked a brow. "Afraid of some Marines, lass?” A boisterous laugh escaped his lips, his hand made its way to her back, an act to try and reassure her.

"No." She let go of the captain’s coat and hid behind a crate, taking a peek to get a better look, then muttered, "Just that ship in general.."

Rayleigh narrowed his eyes. "Who’s ship?"

"M-My old man—"

And then the Marine ship got close enough for them to see the massive dog-headed figure standing at the bow.

Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp.

Roger and his entire crew froze, a dumbfounded gaze as they all looked back and forth towards the Marine ship coming at them with steady acceleration and the stowaway who’s been here for months hiding behind a crate.

The girl casually chomped her apple.

"Roger."

"I see him."

"Roger, that’s—"

"I see him, Rayleigh."

Roger whipped around, eyes bulging at the girl who’s currently eating her apple, his apple. "YOUR OLD MAN IS GARP?!" He shouted out, followed by a hearty laugh, it made sense now, why she blended well with the crew, her talent in using armament, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had Conquerors Haki, he knew from the first day he laid eyes on her, she had potential.

"Yup."

"THE GARP?!"

"Uh-huh. . ."

Roger let out a strangled noise somewhere between a laugh and a yell. The entire crew was staring in awe and slight dumbfoundedness, Buggy had fainted, and Shanks looked like he was reconsidering his life choices.

And then, from the Marine ship, Garp’s unmistakable voice boomed over the waves—

"ROGER, YOU DAMN BASTARD! I HEARD YOU HAVE MY DAUGHTER?!"

The girl blinked. "Huh. Guess he is mad."

And that was how Gol D. Roger learned that he had accidentally kidnapped Monkey D. Garp’s daughter.

–

“If he has you as his scary aunt,” Her face grimaced as Shanks drawled out, “His grandpa must be. . .”

“Exactly,” She crossed her arms, unamused by Luffy’s previous exclamation. “I don’t need you telling Luffy nonsense, he’d kill me.”

Shanks laughed, deep and genuine. “He’s got a good heart. You can’t cage a spirit like his.”

She had wanted to argue, to tell him that it was her responsibility to keep Luffy safe, that she had spent years trying to drill sense into him. But deep down, she knew it was a losing battle. Shanks saw the same thing in Luffy that she did—the unstoppable pull of the sea, the inevitable chase for freedom.

And so, she had let it happen. She had watched as Luffy declared his dream to be Pirate King, as he stared up at Shanks with admiration in his eyes. And when Shanks left, she had seen the fire in Luffy’s gaze burn brighter than ever before. Being a Marine was out the window, he was forging his path towards piracy, a dangerous path indeed.

She thinks of his brother—of sharp eyes and a sharper mind, of words laced with both warning and disappointment.

"You’re a fool," he had told her once, standing in the dim glow of a tavern, his voice steady but not unkind. "A cog in a machine that will destroy us. You see it, don’t you? You know what the Marines truly are."

She had known.

She had known since she was old enough to understand what justice really meant—or rather, what it was made to mean. She had seen the way it bent under power, how it served those who wrote the rules, how it crushed those who dared to exist outside its grip. She had watched people dear to her die for the system, a certain kind hearted captain who knew too much for his own good flashed in her mind.

And still, she had stayed.

"Come with me," he had said, offering something she wasn’t sure she deserved. "Fight for something real. We could change this world."

But she had looked at the boy sleeping soundly in the next room, his tiny hands curled into fists even in sleep, and she had made her choice.

"Luffy would be lonely."

Dragon had exhaled then, slow and measured, studying her like he was trying to understand. And maybe, just maybe, for all his ideals and his iron resolve, he had never truly known what it meant to choose family over revolution.

"A child is their parents’ weak spot," he had murmured, almost to himself.

She had watched him turn away, just like he always did. Just like his father always did.

She hated that about Garp—the way he was a Marine first, a warrior of justice before he was ever a father. She hated that he had passed that burden onto his son, that he had shaped him into someone who believed he had to leave to protect them.

And yet, for all his warnings, she saw the way Dragon’s shoulders had eased, just slightly, when she refused his offer.

Maybe, despite everything, some small part of him was relieved that Luffy wouldn’t be left alone.

Her loving gaze on her nephew as she ruffled her hair, Luffy’s smile lighting up her melancholic heart. Her loving gaze on her nephew as she ruffled her hair, Luffy’s smile lighting up her melancholic heart. His hands went straight for the newly laid straw hat on his head.

–

The wind carried the scent of salt and distant storms, rustling through the palm trees lining the shore. The Red Force bobbed gently on the edge of the islands, its red sails catching the golden light of the setting sun. The village was quiet now, the festivities long over, leaving only the sound of waves lapping at the dock.

The Red haired pirates had left that morning, why was the ship still here? Caved away for nobody to see?

She stood at the edge of the wooden planks, hands buried in her coat pockets, watching the pirates load the last of their supplies. She should have left already—should have turned around and walked away before this moment could happen.

But she hadn’t.

Because this was it.

The end of something she couldn’t quite name.

She had always known, deep down, that Shanks was never hers. He was never anyone’s, not really. He belonged to the sea, to the vastness of adventure, to the never-ending horizon that called him away, again and again.

And she? She belonged to something far less free.

“Not even gonna say goodbye?”

She tensed at the voice, the lazy amusement in it, the familiarity that had settled into her bones over the years.

Shanks stood beside her now, close enough that the fabric of his coat brushed against her sleeve. He wasn’t wearing it properly, of course, just draped over one shoulder like he always did. His hair was tousled from the wind, and his lips curled in that lopsided, careless smile of his.

She exhaled slowly. “Didn’t think I needed to.”

He hummed. “That cold, huh?”

She didn’t answer.

For a moment, they just stood there, side by side, watching as the crew finished their preparations. The sun dipped lower, casting everything in warm orange hues, painting the water in gold and crimson.

“I heard what you told Luffy,” she said eventually, voice even, careful.

Shanks scratched the back of his head. “Ah. That.”

She tilted her head slightly, studying him. “You really didn’t think about it at all, did you?”

–

The sun was setting over Foosha Village, casting long shadows across the quiet streets. The Red-Haired Pirates were finishing their preparations to set sail permanently the next morning. They docked here for almost a year, enough to forge meaningful relationships as most of the village had already said their goodbyes, sad that they were finally leaving.

Luffy, however, was still trailing after Shanks, asking endless questions as they sat outside the bar.

"Shanks," Luffy started, legs swinging over the edge of the stool he was sitting on. "Are you and Aunty together?"

Shanks, in the middle of sipping his drink, choked. He coughed violently, thumping his chest as some of the crew nearby turned to look in amusement.

"The hell, Luffy? Where’d you get that idea?" Shanks wheezed, wiping his mouth.

Luffy tilted his head. "Well, Old Man Wood Slap is with the fruit lady. They're always together, so I thought maybe you and her were the same!"

Shanks stared. Then, his face twisted like he'd just bitten into the sourest lemon on the planet.

"NO. No way. Never." He waved his hands frantically. "I don't see her like that at all!"

Luffy blinked. "Huh. Why not?"

Shanks had a teasing grin, his eyes filled with mischief. "Because she’s… you know." He gestured vaguely. "Her. She’s all serious and scary and way too Marine-y." He listed reasons he knew weren’t actual reasons. “Don’t you agree?”

"She’s not that scary," Luffy argued. “Not compared to Gramps, at least!” Luffy had always been much more afraid of Grandpa Garp’s fist of love, despite his aunt saying that it wasn’t even that bad, but what does she know!

"She lectures me more than Beckmann does!" Shanks shot back. "I’d rather fight a Sea King than deal with that for the rest of my life." A teasing laugh escaped his lips, despite the claim he had just made, his eyes were betraying him, a sense of endearment, or maybe more? Luffy, despite being a child, had always had high emotional intelligence, he felt something was off, but he couldn’t decipher it, or didn’t care enough to try.

Luffy hummed, deep in thought, before nodding. "Okay." Then he hopped off the stool and ran off.

Shanks frowned. "...Why do I feel like I just got set up?"

Later that night, she was helping Makino close up the bar when Luffy wandered in.

"Hey," he greeted, climbing up onto a stool. Luffy was here, it was late at night, it seemed he smelled a bit of smoke and maybe booze, indicating he had been with the Red Haired Pirates again. She wasn’t against the idea, at this point, she knew he’d end up a pirate, but God forbid Luffy turning into a drunkard like Shanks.

She raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn’t you be in bed?"

"Nah." Luffy rested his chin on the counter. "Hey, I asked Shanks if you guys were like Old Man Wood Slap and the fruit lady."

She froze, nearly dropping the glass she was holding. Slowly, she turned to look at him. She knew what that meant, Mayor Wood Slap was married to Mary, the old lady selling fruits near the dock, she shuddered at Luffy’s implications. "...You did what?"

"Yeah," Luffy continued, completely unfazed. "He said 'NO WAY NEVER' and that you're too scary."

She blinked. Then, after a long pause, she sighed. She didn’t know why she even thought that there would be a different answer to that.

"...Ah," she murmured, placing the glass down carefully. "I knew it."

Luffy tilted his head. "You don’t care?" He thought something was off, he could’ve sworn he saw something in both her and Shanks! He could’ve had such a cool uncle if they got together! But Luffy was young, he wasn’t aware of romance, let alone the burden romance could bring.

She gave him a small, tired smile. "I never expected anything else."

Luffy watched her for a moment, then nodded. "Okay." He didn’t care a lot, as long as Shanks is still here!

Then, as if nothing had happened, he yawned and stretched. "I’m gonna go bug Shanks before bed!"

And just like that, he ran out the door, leaving her standing there, staring at the counter with an odd mix of relief and something she couldn't quite name.

–

His grin faltered—just a little.

She didn’t need an answer.

Instead, she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “I was always temporary to you, wasn’t I?”

Shanks looked at her then, really looked at her, his expression unreadable for once.

“You’re wrong,” he murmured, his finger lightly gracing her cheeks.

She turned to face him fully, arms crossed. “Am I?”

His gaze dropped slightly, almost thoughtful. “I don’t hold onto things, you know that.” He paused. “But that doesn’t mean they don’t matter.”

Her chest tightened, a dull ache settling beneath her ribs.

It wasn’t enough. It has never been enough, they will all leave her, sooner or later. She was never enough for the people she knew, she could never make them stay.

It was the truth.

She nodded, more to herself than to him. “That’s what I thought.”

Silence stretched between them. Neither of them moved. The wind picked up slightly, ruffling his hair, making the loose ends of his coat flutter.

Finally, he sighed, shaking his head with a small, rueful smile. “Next time we meet,” he said, voice light but firm, “it’ll be out there.” He tilted his head toward the horizon, where the sky met the sea in endless possibility. “No more villages. No more land.”

She held his gaze.

And for a brief, fleeting second, she let herself wonder.

If they had met differently, if they had been different people—if the world had allowed them something more than fleeting moments and unfinished goodbyes.

But that wasn’t their story. It never had been.

She took a slow step back, the space between them stretching, shifting.

“Goodbye, Shanks.”

His smile was small this time. Not careless, not teasing. Just there.

“See you at sea.”

And then, before she could say anything else, before she could second-guess herself, she turned and walked away.

She didn’t look back.

Because if she did, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep walking.

–

Maybe one day,

–

Shanks was a man of the sea—untamed, unmoored, a wandering tide that kissed the shore only to slip away with the next current. No harbor could hold him, no anchor could keep him still. He was the wind in full sails, the endless horizon, a fleeting echo of laughter carried away by the waves. To love him was to love the ocean itself—beautiful, boundless, and never truly yours to keep.

She learned that the hard way.

–

Maybe, in another life—on a different shore, under a different sky—things would have ended differently. Maybe if she had chosen a different path, if she had let go of duty, of loyalty to a system that never truly deserved her, she could have stood beside him on the deck of his ship instead of watching him disappear into the horizon. Maybe, just maybe, there was a version of their story where she wasn’t left behind. But the sea didn’t wait for those who hesitated, and neither did fate.

Years later, long after the tides had swept away her footprints.

The Thousand Sunny swayed gently with the waves, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. The crew was gathered on the deck, laughter spilling into the open air, plates clattering as Sanji dished out dinner. It was a good night—warm, peaceful, the kind that made the world feel small and safe, if only for a while.

Luffy plopped down near the tangerine tree, balancing his plate on his knees. He grinned as he shoved an entire piece of meat into his mouth, cheeks puffing out like a squirrel. “Mmm! This is so good, Sanji!” he declared, voice muffled.

Sanji scoffed, flicking a cigarette between his fingers. “Of course it is, dumbass.”

Nami sighed, adjusting her seat against the mast. “At least swallow before you talk, Luffy. You’re a captain, not a wild animal.”

Luffy just laughed, smacking his hands against his thighs. “Hey, hey! Did I ever tell you guys about someone I knew who had a tree like this?” He gestured vaguely at Nami’s tangerines, his grin never wavering.

Zoro raised a brow. “What, another person you mooched food from?”

“Oi! That’s not the point!” Luffy huffed before breaking into another laugh. “She had a tree kinda like this..” He leaned back on his palms, gazing at the swaying leaves. “It was behind Mayor Wood Slap’s backyard! But it died because she couldn’t take care of it—” he snorted.

Usopp chuckled. “Sounds a lot like someone I know….”

“Yeah!” Luffy grinned wider, rocking on his heels. “She was real serious, too. Always scolding me, always looking all grumpy—but she was strong.” His eyes sparkled with something almost childlike as he spoke. “I bet if she saw me now, she’d be like, ‘Luffy, you’re such an idiot for making it this far.’”

Brook laughed, tapping his cane against the deck. “She sounds quite formidable! Where is she now?”

Luffy paused for just a fraction of a second. It was barely noticeable.

Then he shrugged, still grinning. “Dunno.”

The conversation moved on—Franky started talking about a new modification for the Sunny, Usopp began spinning a ridiculous story, and Chopper was giggling between bites of food. The laughter carried into the open air, warmth settling over them like a thick summer breeze.

Luffy stayed where he was, still looking at the tree, his smile never faltering.

Not once did he say her name.

Not once did he tell them she was gone.

Because if he did, then maybe it would make it real. And Luffy didn’t like thinking about things like that.

So instead, he laughed louder, ate more, and carried her memory in the quiet spaces between his joy—where no one could see it.

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shouyuus · 9 months ago

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chapter four: another life

roronoa zoro; 3,170 words; flluff, angst, smol cliffhanger (teehee), slowburn starting to burn, enemies to lovers (we are getting to the lovers part finally!), quiet bonding, nami is still the goat

summary: in which you lose count of the number of times you've died

a/n: here we gooooo final stretch before the last chapter (chapter five). i promise it ends well in the end! :) there's some cuteness in here to make up for the distinct lack of it in the first three chapters lmfao

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“So… how many times do you thinks she’s —”

“Usopp! You can’t just ask someone that —”

“I mean… most people can only die once so we don’t really have any —”

"Luffy!” Nami glares, effectively cutting Luffy off as you wander onto the main deck, squinting in the mid-day sun. Usopp presses his lips, going rigid as you cast your eyes over towards him with a curious look.

“Uh — m-morning! How’d — how’d you sleep?” he asks.

You quirk an eyebrow.

“Fine… but that’s third time you’ve asked me that today, Usopp.”

Usopp licks his lips, nodding, “Yeah! Well — I mean — it’s important to sleep well, y’know? And with you bein’ the newest member of our crew — I just wanted to make sure that you’re really sleepin’ well —”

“If you have questions… you’re allowed to ask,” you say, effectively cutting off his rambling explanation.

“What happened to your hand?” Nami asks, pointing.

“Oh —” you look down at the small bit of bandage from the night before, curling your fingers in on your palm, “I cut myself while making some mochis last night.”

“Oh! I love mochis!” Luffy grins, striding towards the hatch that leads below decks just as Sanji peaks out to call for lunch.

“Yes,” you laugh, following after, even as Nami sighs, shaking her head, “you’ve said that a lot too.”

Down in the corridor, you bump into Zoro, yawning widely as he waits for everyone to pass by before bringing up the rear. You exchange a glance that seems to unspool between the two of you, keeping you tethered even as you look away, following the rest of the crew into the kitchens for lunch.

Meals are always a noisy affair on the Merry — and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. It’s remarkable, Zoro thinks, how quickly you’ve melded seamlessly into the strange and colorful tapestry of their rick-rack pirate crew.

But still, there’s a strange distance between you and everyone else, as if the air itself shimmered around you, keeping you out, keeping you othered. You smile as Sanji pours you a generous glass of mimosa, reaching out to garnish it with a slice of juicy tangerine.

“So! What is it that you’ve been wanting to ask me?” you turn your gaze on Usopp, who nearly chokes on his mouthful of pulled pork, swallowing hard as Luffy thumps him on the back.

Zoro pauses mid-sip, the bubbles in his drink going flat in his mouth.

“Uhm —” Usopp looks wildly around at everyone else before turning back to meet your eyes. You give him a soft smile, as if letting him know that he’s not being put on the spot. He licks his lips and clears his throat and reaches out to toss back his entire drink before coughing comically into his fist, “I — well, actually we — I mean like — me and Luffy and Nami —”

“Keep me out of this,” Nami throws up her hands.

“Okay fine, me and Luffy —” Usopp casts Luffy a desperate look, “were just thinking the other day like — do you remember — how many times you’ve uh —”

Sanji sighs, rubbing at his temples with his fingers. Zoro feels his jaw tighten at the question.

You nod, expression neutral as you take another small sip of your drink before setting it down.

“You were wondering if I knew how many times I’ve died?”

The silence is the room rings so loud Zoro thinks his ears may pop. He swallows passed a mouthful of food that suddenly feels like it’s been turned to sand, putting down his chopsticks.

“But… only if you wanna — I mean — we were just curious — it’s not like it’s super important —” Usopp blusters, clearly trying to backtrack as hard and fast as possible.

“I don’t keep count…” you say, reaching out for a tiny sandwich, breaking it in half carefully between your fingers and popping one half of it in your mouth, “not anymore. I used to though… and then it just…” you lift up your left shoulder in a half-hearted shrug, “I didn’t see the point in it anymore.”

Nami reaches out a hand and places it on your arm, giving you a squeeze. There’s a fierce fire behind her eyes, a soul-deep pain and understanding. Zoro wonders at the things she might’ve been made to do at Arlong’s behest, if she might’ve once upon a time kept count of all his million and one indiscretions before realizing one day that it was pointless.

His palms pulse with heat and he feels the reckless urge to hack something in half.

“But to answer your question, more than a hundred, I think. I stopped counting when I hit the 90’s,” you pop the second half of the sandwich into your mouth and chew slowly. The quiet simmers around the table, before Sanji sighs and gets up to refill everyone’s glasses.

“Was it all that Crocodile guy?” Luffy asks, his voice jarringly serious. Everyone turns to look at him. He stares at you, his brows furrowed slightly.

You shake your head, “No. Most of it was actually bandits and thieves — people tend to lash out when they get scared, and a little girl who isn’t afraid of death — well,” you let your voice trail off.

“Do you remember them?” Zoro asks. His voice scrapes out of him, raw and bloodied. He tries to play it off with a cough and a deep drink, but no one is fooled.

You turn towards him, a light smile gracing your lips, “What? Gonna offer to go and hunt them down for me?”

Zoro shrugs, setting down his now-empty glass.

“As touching as that is,” you shoot him a tiny wink that makes Nami grin, “I’d rather not waste everyone’s time. They’re not worth it.”

A muscle feathers in Zoro’s jaw as he reflexively clenches and unclenches his fist on the table.

“And… I don’t think it’d make me feel any better,” you say, looking down at your own hands. Zoro forces himself to relax, to loosen his fingers and slacken his shoulders. But he stares down at his half-empty plate, his appetite gone.

— — —

Later that night, you find him siting alone in the crow’s nest, his back propped against the mast, one arm resting on a half-bent knee. He barely turns as you push yourself into the small space, casting your eyes up at the star-speckled night.

“Can’t sleep?” you ask, curling your arms around your legs, knees pressing into your chest.

Zoro grunts, shifting slightly, relaxing just enough that your elbows brush.

“Somethin’ like that.”

The silence stretches between the pair of you like the missing years, all those hours spent living and growing on opposite sides of a vengeful sea.

“D’you remember during the winter,” you say, your voice sending goosebumps prickling along Zoro’s skin, soft as heartbreak, fresh as an open wound, “when I’d say for dinner… and we’d sit out on the veranda and make up constellations?”

“Yeah,” Zoro laughs, leaning into the warmth of you, as natural as sinking into a memory, “the swordsman, the wheelbarrow, and —”

“And the mochitsuki!” you giggle, toppling into him as the memory seizes you both. You reach up and point towards a cluster of stars, “Right there! Look!”

Zoro scoffs, though he follows your finger, “Those are just a random bunch of stars —”

“No, you always picked a random bunch of stars —”

“I did not! I bet I could still find my swordsman constellation.”

Zoro squints at the dizzying array of twinkling specks, scanning the sky until he reaches out a hand to point.

“See those right there? That’s the swordsman.”

“You’re so full of shit, Roronoa,” but you’re laughing, and then so is he, the sound of natural it rumbles his shoulders and warms his limbs.

Zoro shakes his head, and by the time he realizes he’s leaning down to brush a strand of hair away from your cheek, it’s already too late. His body, a thrumming conflagration of muscle memory — his arm so used to the motion he didn’t even have to think. He skims this knuckles along your cheek, feels the weight of your tiny gasp ring through him like a church bell.

Your lashes flutter; there are stars from a thousand unnamed constellations caught in the dark oceans of your eyes.

“It’s… it’s not even winter.”

Zoro’s brows crinkle, his head cocking.

“What?”

You let out a puff of laughter that scalds across his lips.

“The stars —” your eyes flick up for a single second before slicing back down, “they’re different in the summer. Back when we picked out constellations… it’d been winter.”

“Oh.” Zoro doesn’t know what else to say. He’s held still by your closeness, by the burning flame of you, by the sea salt sweetness of your skin, the obsidian spill of your hair as it tumbles over your shoulder, tickling his arm. You’re so, so close, and yet he’s struck by the distance still left between you — too much, he thinks, far too much.

The kiss can barely be called a kiss — only the ghostly skim of lips on lips, a gasp masquerading as something more. But it’d been something, and you both jerk away from each other, lightening-jolted and gasping. You, with a hand pressed to your chest, Zoro, propping himself up with an arm against the crow’s nest’s rim.

Minutes go by, and neither of you have the courage to speak.

“It’s late,” Zoro finally manages, clearing his throat as he rums a thumb along the base of his sword, seeking the comforting grate of it’s well-worn tsuka, “you should —”

“Can I stay?” you ask, the words echoing through him, and for a second, beneath the light of all those million uncertain stars, he feels like a child again, and he sees you as he once had — midnight hair and a dreamer’s smile, pleading with his sensei to stay just a bit longer.

“Just… till I get tired,” you amend. Zoro blinks, and there you are again, all grown up, the vestiges of childhood still visible in the way you bite your lips, but there’s nothing childish about the way his stomach twists or the way your eyes dart down to rest on his mouth, lingering for a breath too long.

“Fine,” Zoro says, forcing his gaze away as he moves to sit back against the mast. You curl in next to him, resting your cheek on his shoulder. He waits for three beats before letting out a long sigh and adjusting his shoulder to match your height, letting you shuffle till you’re pressed almost fully against his left side.

He feels the weight and warmth of you seeping into his skin, more intimately than he’d ever felt it before. And like this, Zoro thinks that eternity might not be so long a time.

It’s long after midnight by the time you stir, and this time, Zoro doesn’t hesitate before looping one arm beneath your knees and the other around your shoulders, cradling you against his chest as he makes his slow, steady way back down to the main deck, and then below. You stir as he lays you down in his hammock, easing in next to you, your eyes blinking open to the bleary, moonlit dark of his room.

“Zoro?” you ask, your voice still mired in sleep.

“Yeah, I’m here,” he says, as if it’s the only answer you might’ve been seeking. You smile, lopsided and sweet, sinking into the pillow, one hand reaching out for him.

He tugs the sheets up and stretches out an arm to pull you close, feeling the soul-deep settling of the first drop of rain as it meets the sea, knowing that this is where he’s meant to be.

— — —

The pair of you are shaken awake by the wild rocking of the Merry and the too-close boom of canon-fire. Zoro jerks up, reaching for his swords; you, already swinging out of the bed as well, your eyes bright and wild.

“Wait —” Zoro bars your way as you try to jerk the door open.

“What?” you snap, the terrible, leaden look eclipsing your expression as Zoro watches you force the feeling, the life, from your face.

“You stay here.”

“Like hell I will,” you try to jerk passed Zoro’s arm, but he’s nothing if not strong, and he forces you back with a harsh shove.

“Stay here,” he says again, his knuckles already going white as he grips the handle of his sword.

“No.” You bare your teeth, and for a moment, Zoro barely recognizes you — your face devoid of anything but fear and anger, your eyes huge and hollow. Then, a flicker of light —

“I —” you swallow, “I won’t let anyone die for me. Not for me,” you say, as if the thought were an unbearable terror, gorging itself on the tendrils of your mind.

Zoro stares at you for what seems like a century. All the while, the unmistakable sounds of a battle rages on above.

Finally, he bites out, “I’m not planning on letting you die either.”

Your lips press into a thin, ghostly smile as you push passed his now-slack arm.

“Then don’t,” you say.

“Don’t what?”

You cast him a single backward glance, “Let me die.”

— — —

It is pandemonium by the time you and Zoro make it up to the main decks. A single look and you know that you’re all outnumbered and hundred to one.

“Your old boss really doesn’t give up, huh?” Zoro asks as he jumps in, parrying two blows and kicking another attacker in the stomach.

You duck beneath a pair of throwing stars, pulling out your knives.

“He’s not known for it — no,” you say, grunting as you swiftly dispatch someone swinging a pair of nun-chucks.

Across the deck, Sanji is round-house kicking someone in the face while Nami pivots off her bo staff to send someone else flying over the railings. Somewhere behind them, Luffy’s clear shout of Gum-Gum-Whip! echoes over the glistening morning waves. And up on the crow’s nest, Usopp fires round after round of his newly developed exploding pellets.

But it’s endless, and as many attackers as you fell, more keeps coming, seemingly appearing from nowhere as they clamber over the side of the ship, snarling as they swarm towards you.

“We — we have to get out of here!” Nami calls, barely keeping hold against a gargantuan pirate three times her size, bearing down over her with two giant, flashing swords.

“B-but — where do we go?” Usopp calls, desperately trying to re-load his slingshot, his fingers shaking so hard he almost fumbles his next round.

A hard, chilling realization settles in your chest, sinking till it weighs at the bottom of your stomach as you look around at the wreckage of the Merry, your eyes blurred with smoke and tears.

“There’s nowhere we can run!” Sanji says, nailing someone in the side a second before they catch Luffy in the back with a knife. Luffy throws him a thumbs up, winding up for another attack.

In the distance, you see the shadow of a large, familiar ship getting closer and closer, and suddenly, clear as day, you know what you have to do.

You dart out in front of Zoro, digging your knives into a man’s chest deep enough to feel his bones crack before ripping out the blades and spinning around to press your own chest to the tip of Zoro’s blade.

“What the hell?!”

Your hand whips out, grabbing Zoro’s wrist as he tries to pull away. Behind you, you hear the distinct sounds of Nami shouting something about an approaching ship, but you can’t make out the words.

“They’re coming after me,” you say, in a voice so quiet you doubt Zoro can hear you, but from the way his eyes go wide, you figure he catches the gist. He tries again to jerk his sword away but you pull it back so hard the tip snicks open the front of your shirt, drawing a dark droplet of blood.

He freezes just as a single warning clap of thunder roils overhead.

“You have to do it,” you say, your voice steady now, just loud enough for the others to hear, even as all sound seems to fade away, the action around you blurring as time itself slackens around you.

“No,” Zoro says, the line of his jaw drawn so taut you almost laugh, “I said I wouldn’t let you die.”

You nod, reaching out across what feels like an impossible distance to brush a thumb along his blood-spattered cheek. Overhead, dark clouds gather, streaks of lightning illuminating great patches of sky as the entire ocean froths with the oncoming storm.

“Right. That’s why you have to kill me instead.”

“No.” Zoro feels the word scrape out of him like a handful of broken glass, but the thing in his chest (can it still be called a heart?) claws up his throat, crawling into his mouth, leaving his tongue thick and bloodied. Panic knots through his veins as he tries to think of another way — any other way.

Distantly, he hears the shouts of his crewmates as they struggle to keep the onslaught of enemies at bay. And he knows — the same way a body knows how to cry without ever being taught, the first thing humans do when they’re brought into this world — that there is no other way.

You smile a smile that looks like the shadow of every single nightmare Zoro’s ever woken up from screaming.

“Can you at least make it quick?” you ask, leaning in, his sword tipping back so as not to run you through, but the blade still skims along the side of your neck like a sweet, fatal promise.

You close the space between you and lay your palms on his chest, letting his heart thread it’s hopeless drumbeat into the flat of your hands.

Overhead, Usopp is shouting about an enemy ship to the starboard side.

You clasp your fingers over Zoro’s hand on the hilt of the Wadou Ichimonji, and you feel the blade vibrate against your skin — as if it knows, as if it too is mourning.

A single raindrop patters down onto your cheek as you reach out to brush Zoro’s jaw.

“Zoro, please —”

A shard of lightning streaks overhead. A deafening clap of thunder. Zoro opens his mouth in a drowned out yell as he draws his blade across your neck in a sharp, abortive swipe and watches as the red wreaths down your front.

For just a second, it seems like your lips are caught in a smile, your eyes glimmering with secrets. And then, you slump forward into his arms, heavy and unmoving.

Somewhere behind him, Nami screams.

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poopersdoopers · 2 years ago

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Apple Pie

Summary: Sanji x Fem! Reader Angst and fluff. TW: jealousy, reader gets literally sick of all the flirting. 100% safe for work.

Im not editing this, good luck y'all. Love you tho!

Sanji had betrayed you for the last time.

You usually weren’t a possessive lover. You trusted the cook to remain loyal to you, but you couldn’t stand those fleeting eyes.

Every day he would profess his undying love for you.

But every day he would lean into the curve of another woman’s neck to breathe in the scent.

And here you were, eyes fixed on a man who would leap into another’s embrace if given the okay by you.

Perhaps it was Nami or maybe Zoro’s knowing stares at you, that set you over the edge. The way the orange-hair woman shrugged off the cook’s advances, knowing your steeled eyes were always watching. Her eyes darting between the two of you.

Or the way, Zoro would sneer at Sanji’s flirtatious behavior every time the pervert sing-song praises at a woman a third of your size. Even their daily bickering becoming a bit too much for you.

Your Captain had been invited to dinner by a shop-keeper as a thank you for defeating a local gang. Free food was always a deal Luffy could not deny, just as much as Sanji could not deny the company of a beautiful woman or her 8 lovely, unmarried sisters. Great.

The black legged man served out a 6-course meal in the span of an hour and a half. Each sister sang praises, in return were given a sip from the finest flirt of the seas. They blushed at your boyfriend’s praise. Touching.

You could feel Nami and Zoro’s concern loom over the heat of your face. The navigator literally placed her hand atop your thigh and remarked, “I’m sorry, y/n.”

But who were you to deny your flouncy boyfriend’s nature?Whose eyes literally turned into hearts when he looked at you. Whose passion could be felt in each firefly step he took.

That’s when he sets your favorite dessert at the table with a kiss atop of your forehead.

“For my favorite lady, a tiramisu”.

One of the 8 beauties gasped in shock.You could hear someone mumble, “I never pictured you with someone like that.” Another sister giggled. You could feel the whole table staring, besides your Captain burying his whole face into a pile of meat. Whispers circulating across the room. Your heart beat increased. Seething anger and anxiety took over.

Maybe you should stay quiet, let the bad feelings eat away at your soul, and let the blonde have his way with you, before settling into the form of another lover. Maybe then you would learn to let go and move on.

To your surprise, your boyfriend still hovered over you. His eyes burned two holes into your face. The dining room, once filled with laughter and warmth, was stifled with your darkness.

Great, you always had to ruin things with your stormy moods.

Sanji grasped your shoulder tightly.

“What’s wrong my love -”, you stood up. Now your Captain was alert to your craziness.

“Stop. It’s nothing, go back to your girlfriends. Don’t follow me”, you rushed in search of the bathroom, still feeling the burn of eyes on your back.

In auto-pilot, your hands searched for a light-switch. You stumbled along to the sink, seeing your haggard reflection in the mirror –you had been crying without knowing it. Around your eyes were angry and red. Another embarrassment to yourself and others.

Sanji had successfully gotten under your skin. I guess that’s what love is, no?

You felt sick at the fucked up realization and rushed towards the toilet. Gagging up all the bullshit excuses you fed yourself throughout the night and the food you’d barely touched.

The sound of blood rushed through your ears, your body floating outside your body.

You couldn’t keep doing this anymore. More lecherous women wanting a man who belonged to the world, not you.

The cold of the floor soothed your heated body, as you curled up into yourself. A knock at the door alerted you, that someone heard -they had heard your private sobs and misery. You couldn’t afford to unravel even more in front of someone, not when you had displayed a less than stellar performance as a lover, crewmate, and friend all night.

Another knock,“Baby, let me in.”

You couldn’t. You couldn’t do more to destroy the first relationship you barely had. Your mind raced, your body heaved.

“I’m coming in”, you braced yourself for impact. They would have to repair the door later, nothing would stop your boyfriend’s fiery kicks when it came to his crew.

You heard his footsteps, saw the shine of his black loafers, and still denied his presence.

His hands rubbed circles on your back.

“Oh, Angel, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have forced that dessert on you if I knew you were feeling sick”, you gagged again.

The blonde helped prop you over the toilet. You shed embarrassed tears.

“I’m so sorry, Sanji”, you tried to muster out between gags. He kissed behind your neck to the juncture of your back, “It’s nothing to be sorry for, we’ve already seen each other at our best and worst. Besides I cannot deny a lady in need”.

You wanted to punch him, “There’s a difference between helping a lady in need and flirting with every woman you see!”

The cook looked at you incredulously, through his bangs. “Is this what this is all about? Are you jealous?”

You gagged at his smug tone, quite sick of him already. -_- Nothing came up, it looked like you were done.

“I’m going to go grab you some water and then we can talk”. You wanted to run from this whole conversation, but your legs were too wobbly. Fuck. Instead you’d stay and wallow in your thoughts, the scent of bile clogging up your senses.

A few seconds later, your annoying boyfriend showed up, with a cup of water.

“Looks like the whole house has moved to someplace else.”

Oh. Did you cause that as well? “I’m sorry,” your eyes shifted to inspect the number of tiles between you and the bath.

“What are you apologizing for?”, your eyes refused to meet your lover’s blue eyes in fear you’d give yourself away again.

“Can you stand up?”, you shook your head and heard him sigh in response. Before crouching down beside your shorter frame. His hand wrapped around one of your ankle’s soothing your nerves. The two of you sat there in silence for a while.

Sanji was the first to speak, “Look at me”. You refused still transfixed on the titles.

You felt him remove his hand from your ankle to grab at your chin. Now you got a better look at the prince in front of you. Dressed in his typical black suit, wrapped around his thin yet muscular body like a glove. His eyes shone with adoration. How could this man hurt you so much?

You wanted to look away but instead you fell into the light of his blue eyes, cast between the shadow of his bangs.

“That’s my girl”, his lips curled into a smile. You were fucked.

“One of your girls,” you remarked bitterly. “I see the way you look at other women, how you treat them to your kindness for free, and in return they follow you like predators waiting to bite. I’m supposed to sit here and watch?” Your voice broke.

“What am I supposed to do when the whole world wants you? What am I supposed to do when you invite others into your light? I know it’s selfish but I want you for me and me only.”

“Oh, y/n, you know you’re the only girl for me’, you smacked his hand away. Sanji’s eyes went back to burning circles into your skin. His hand twitched in mid air.

You began again, angrier this time,“That’s simply not true! I see the way you look at other women’s bodies, the way you whisper secrets into their ears. There’s flirting to flirt — then there’s something else entirely.”

You curled your limp legs up into yourself, feeling the cold of the bathroom tile against your bottom.You were very afraid of the next words to come out of your mouth. But it had to be done, you needed to feel free of this weight again.

“If you want to be set free to be with the beautiful women of this world, I can do it easily. Don’t hold yourself back for me.”

“Easily?”, he murmured.

“You know exactly what I mean, Sanji”, you glared back at him.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t.”

You sighed, “I don’t want to tie you down, just so I can be happy.”

A silence filled the air of the bathroom. Your legs tingle, slowly coming back to life, under the gaze you knew all too well.

Worrying your lip against your teeth, you thought of a future without the man you love. Watching him fall in and out of bars, wrapping his arms around prettier women. Sanji would keep strange girls close to his side, standing close to the street to shield them from the nightlife and traffic. You would watch him curl into and out of hands softer and more secure than your own. And wound yourself each time until all that remained was a fraction of the people the two of you used to be.

Then finally, he would find the true love of his life. Whom he would kiss across the all blue and never have his eyes linger onto another pair of thighs, slimmer than your own. Or a pair of eyes brighter than your own, ones that have never known hardship or seen the darkest depths of this world.

You were shaking, crying again. You’d yell if you could but your tongue felt too big for your mouth. And there was Sanji, eyes hiding behind the curtain of his bangs.

You felt an arm circle around your shoulders, and pull you into the expanse of the cook’s chest.

“I’m never letting you go”, his other arm wrapped against you, thumb smoothing circles into your shoulder. “I-”, you began.

“I’m never letting you go”, he repeated firmly. He began to pull you into his lap. Now you were even more fucked, you couldn’t escape his embrace easily nor look away from the handsome man. You tried to muster up some wits about you, to win against the warmth that exploded in your chest, but the man was too powerful.

“I’m never letting you go. You are the only one for me”, his lips left kisses across your forehead, unfurrowing your tightly knit brow.

The blonde, cupped your face into his hands. He fervently kissed your closed eyes, before drawing back.

“I’m sorry for behaving like an idiot. Let me make it up to you for the rest of your life, as long as you will let me?”

You nodded, crying harder now.

“I hope those are happy tears, my love.” He lifted you up and before you could protest about being too heavy, the man carried you bridal style out of the bathroom and back to the ship. You could feel the reassurance of his heartbeat humming in your ears. And you knew it. You were loved.

When you returned to the ship, luckily enough, everyone was asleep –aside from Robin no doubt reading anthologies about ancient texts again.

The two of you got ready for bed, like you did every night. A quick shower, brushing of teeth, pajamas and a big sleep shirt thrown on, but this time Sanji couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You felt like the prey locked in the sight of a panther, but instead of running away you stayed gladly trapped in the haze of fate.

He took your hand in his and led you back down towards the kitchen. You sat down and waited for him to make some tea.

To your surprise it was another one of your favorite desserts, apple pie paired with soothing green tea for your stomach.

Your lips tugged into a smile, as soon as the first bite hit your mouth. Brown sugar, soft tart apples, and lots of cinnamon to sweeten up your soul. You went in for the second spoonful, but Sanji had other plans, placing you back into his lap. You blushed.

“Pervert”, you muttered. He took the spoon out of your hands.

“So are you”, he remarked. You pouted.

“Just because you’re right…doesn’t mean you have to say it.”

He laughed hartley. You laughed with him, snuggling into his chest.

You sat there and let the blonde man feed you small pieces of pie, between small kisses and intimate jokes. Finally finished, you wrapped his hands around his slim chest and looked up at the cook cheekily. His thighs steeled, you could feel his muscles underneath the thin pajama bottoms.

His legs were strong and capable just like the man you’d come to love after all these years.

You kissed him on his nose, then his cheeks, before finally kissing him on his mouth. He licked his lips, “Now I want a slice of that damn pie.”

ps Idk if I wanna be that damn mouse or that girl or AAAAAAA

#vinsmoke sanji x reader #blackleg sanji x reader #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagines #poopersdoopers writes a fic #I am a sanji truther and believer #don't like don't read #simple as

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zethsdumpster · 9 months ago

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New au based on an anime I liked quite a lot when I was a teen (Dog Days)

Anime's summary: protag-kun gets summoned to another world by a dog-eared princess to be her country's hero its a world where the countries and citizens have pastry-themed names, and each country has certain types of animal people, the countries also have protecting wards to keep monsters away hero-kun is summoned to fight in a war, but the wars are literally just an sports events with magic stuff so people can't die, dog princess chose him cuz she used an interdimensional thingy and watched him participate in an America ninja warrior-style thing and did awesomely (he did not win first place tho, he lost to -i think was either his cousin or childhood friend- and she's summoned by the cat kingdom to be their hero in the second season. in the third, the squirrel dukedom joins the wars and summon one of protag's friends tho she's no athlete, she gets to use magic-tech)

the ASL brothers are the heroes that get summoned by the different countries also, the citizens who "die" in the war become furballs and are taken to be treated/rest until they can join again if they want, except the important characters, those get their clothes torn

Germa is the kingdom of the cat people, ruled by Sora (Judge was exiled after trying to experiment on their kids) , they're neighbours with Alabasta (rodents) and Whitebeard (dogs) there are, ofc, other countries but these 3 are the ones that matter and the ones that participate the most in the war games the first to be summoned is Luffy by Alabasta's princess Vivi, they've been in a losing streak and are desperate, so hero time it is the Whitebeard gets Ace and, lastly, Sora gets Sabo Germa and Whitebeard had been absolutely dominating the war games

Until Alabasta brought Luffy Ichiji and Ace met at the war game, ofc, Ace had had the intention of going straight for Luffy but Ichiji got in the way and they were pretty evenly matched, tho Ace ultimately won having been the first to ever tear Ichiji's armour -and clothes- off, giving the Germa -and just all- citizens the fan service they've always wanted -and winning himself Niji's undying hatred-

The brothers get to learn that not all in that world is fun and games when it's time to free Dressrosa but after they do Dressrosa joins in the war game and ends up summoning their own hero, their sister, Uta Oh, yeah, and Dressrosa citizens are mostly sheep and the like

Sora is also a bit of a tech nerd-mad scientist, she's just not that into doing human experimentation or weapons of mass destruction she rather make tech-advanced raid suits and spyware a la Totally Spies the raid suits are supposed to be nearly indestructible so the whole "Ace accidentally burning off Ichiji's clothes on international tv" (because the war games are televised, I think I forgot to mention that lmao, there are commentators and all that jazz) incident was a bit of a shock and Niji will have Ace pay for it, preferably with his life lmao

Robin would be a delight as a commentator actually, she works as an archivist/historian (she does fieldwork as an archaeologist/anthropologist) at Alabasta's royal palace but always makes time to be a presenter at the war games and appreciates Franky's (and Galey-la's crew) effort on designing and making the game's fields}

Now, back to acechiji

Ace keeps accidentally burning off Ichiji's uniforms despite how many adjustments and upgrades Sora does to them and is growing convinced that it must be on purpose theif powers come from god-blessed treasures that respond to their wills and desires which is why Ace's fire keeps accidentally burning off Ichiji's raid suits he does want him nakey but it isn't his intention to leave him nakey on international tv lmao

Ichiji starts aiming to burn off Ace's clothes in revenge but Ace has no shame and has won more times than Ichiji has + Ichiji ends up getting embarrassed if he overdoes it and helps Ace over his privates

All the siblings (+ Ace) also start bringing an extra something for Ichiji to cover himself Ichiji just trying to take them both down but Ace has no problem letting it all hang out lmao Sabo daring him to see who gets censored more on live tv

The moment either of them start moving the show editors have their fingers on the audio censor (for Sabo’s swearing) or image blur (if Ace’s outfit dissolves again)

the worst part is that Ichiji is the only victim of Ace's burning-clothes technique germa citizens love and hate in equal measure this fact and Ace suffers cuz no-one believes that it really isn't his intention to do that (in public)

Sabo keeps scolding him and apologizing to the Vinsmokes on his behalf

Marco: don't you think it's enough? I'm starting to feel bad for the poor boy

Ace, crying on the floor: IT'S NOT ON PURPOSE

his own fire is getting in the way of wooing Ichiji (and then there's Niji) meanwhile Nika is probably laughing in the distance -he is the god who blessed these treasures- it'll take a while but Ace will succeed Ichiji easily fell for his charms but his bruised pride gets in the way

the animal peaple also have omegaverse tendencies, for example, they go into heats

picture -> Ichiji going into heat and getting all handsy with Ace and rubbing against him in public and Ace is flattered but also incredibly flustered and confused until Ichiji is dragged away by his brothers so he can have his heat in peace and someone explains the whole heats ordeal to Ace

#one piece #vinsmoke ichiji #portgas d ace #acechiji #portgas d ace x vinsmoke ichiji #one piece acechiji #op acechiji #vinsmoke siblings #dog days au #ddau #there's obv gonna be lulaw and yonjixsabo #also maybe nijixuta #and definitely zosan #and my many other ships

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citrinae · 8 months ago

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pumpkin spice evenings.

or: spending halloween with them. something quick & chill i wrote for fun as i sipped on the third cup of tea for today. enjoy some silliness, lovelies! 🎃

ft. the monster trio | masterlist

☾₊‧⁺ luffy

will always come up with the weirdest, most eccentric costume ideas; usopp once explained him that halloween is for all things scary and mysterious, and you think that maybe he took it too literally when this year you see him on deck with a piece of wood around the neck that reads ‘empty stomach’.

but who can match his freak better than you, who soon returns from franky’s workshop with a costume of your own—‘empty fridge’. seeing you, luffy’s mouth stretches into a widest smile. he is so happy that you got his vision that he hugs you all night; cheerily jumping from behind, forming a knot around your waist with his hands.

he loves to tell a good scary story; more than this he adores impersonating the characters making an appearance in those tales. of course props are mandatory: toothpicks for vampires, ketchup for blood, flour for ghosts. though you never get to find out how they wrap up as one way or another he’s always plucked from the floor and shaken off whatever shit he’s used from the kitchen to set a vibe.

another thing luffy is very fond of—not necessarily around halloween—is pranks. and we know that these become a lot more fun with a partner in crime to support the mischief—that is you, in his case, keeping usopp busy as he sneaks some spiders under his pillow or slipping a fake eye in sanji’s soup when no one’s looking. the latter is more of a payback for not being allowed to listen to a story from beginning to end.

☾₊‧⁺ zoro

zoro doesn’t understand the hype formed around the holiday. he spent enough time in mihawk’s castle to not be moved by anything conventionally seen as ‘spooky’ or ‘frightening’. specifically he finds halloween costumes stupid, and by default he’s the type to show up to every party dressed up like, uh well, himself.

the morning his green coat and red sash are missing he seems more confused than annoyed, opening and closing drawers to each five minutes, scratching his head. then he finds you on deck, and a hot flash of nervousness crosses his cheeks as he does. obviously his clothes look larger on you, loops and waves of green fabric hanging from your arms like willow leaves. his face grows even redder when you tell him he’s free to dress up for halloween as you if he wants.

stupid or not, celebrating a holiday means more booze, so you shouldn’t worry about him joining the rest of you for a midnight party. candles and carved pumpkins and spiderweb. glasses and liquor and bursts of laughter. suddenly he wraps his arm around your shoulder, dragging you the closest you’ve ever been to him in front of so many people.

“you havin’ fun, pirate hunter?” he asks, playful and lukewarm into your ear. getting a grip through the shiver his voice sent down your spine, you tell him that you do. “how about we make it even more so for you,” brushing his thumb across your cheek. “with a drinking contest. loser keeps their costume on for another three days.”

☾₊‧⁺ sanji

he just lives for the coupley stuff that comes with halloween; so he will always go for classic pair costumes like the gomez to your morticia or the ken to your barbie—he’ll even do it the other way around, if you ask him, because how can he ever say no to you, when you look at him with those crystal eyes, so pure and celestial, that make his heart leap from his chest.

speaking of heavenly. “angel and devil” is another costume idea sanji’s quite big on, and that’s only because he always thought you’d be heart-stopping with a pair of white wings and a soft blush on your cheeks, glitter on your chest and a halo hovering above your head, so that you can look in a mirror and see yourself as he’s envisioned you in his head ever since the day he met you.

you can stay assured that, aside from the batches of halloween-themed goodies he promised to the crew, he will also take some time in advance to make sure your costumes are thought out to the very detail. sanji genuinely thinks it’s so fun and romantic when you do each other’s makeup; eyeliner, facepaint, blush. whatever you need, he got you. he might not be the best at it, but hell he’s trying his best, and he looked so excited when he offered to do it that you couldn’t deny him this to begin with.

despite the effort put in both of your costumes, later at night it becomes harder and harder for him not to scoop you up from the floor and take you somewhere he can be alone with you, smudging your makeup with his lips and ripping your clothes off. he simply can’t stop thinking about it. about you; especially when you look so beautiful, enjoying a board game with the rest of the crew, glitter falling off your eyelashes and dusting your cheeks.

check here for main spooktober series (currently stretched to november).

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #one piece scenario #one piece headcanons

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beanghostprincess · 2 years ago

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zoro kisses luffy always three times.

when they wake up, always intertwined in whatever place they fell asleep that night, zoro kisses luffy's forehead, cheek, and then lips. in that order, holding his face with both hands every time. it makes luffy wake up with a smile.

when he's training and luffy decides it's amusing to watch his boyfriend, zoro stops always three times to kiss luffy. three breaks with each set of exercises. forehead. head, if luffy isn't wearing the hat (if he is, then the cheek). and lips when he's done exercising.

when they're eating, zoro kisses luffy's free hand. then he kisses him on the shoulder. and lastly, on his head. his lips are busy eating, after all, but luffy smiles nevertheless and leans on his touch even if he's focused on the food.

when they win a fight, zoro kisses him three times exactly on the lips. softly. a bit harder. and then more passionately the third time. luffy always returns the kisses with more intensity, between laughs and giggles.

when luffy is the one sleeping after the fight, resting. he's exhausted, but he can somehow feel in his dreams how zoro moves his hair to the side to kiss his forehead. his hand. his wrist.

when they're making love, zoro always kisses the inside of luffy's right leg three times, making his way to his thighs. then does the same with the left one, and proceeds to kiss his scar. his neck. his shoulders. always three times.

luffy notices after some time together, but says nothing. instead, he tries to do the same. he kisses zoro's ear three times (one kiss per earring). he kisses his right hand, the left one, and then his lips (one kiss per sword). he kisses zoro's scar on his eye, the one on his chest, and the one on his shoulder (one kiss per every moment luffy wasn't there to fight with him).

"why are you doing this?" zoro asks one day out of the blue, after luffy finishes with his set of kisses.

the captain tilts his head to the side, frowning. "doing what?"

and the swordsman, for once, doesn't know what to say, so he stays quiet for a few seconds. "the- the thing. with the kisses. three kisses. why? that's a me thing. i do it because-"

"it calms you down!" luffy figures, and due to zoro's eyes, he assumes his hypothesis is right. the captain grins, squeezing his hand three times. "since you like doing it so much, i thought it would make you feel better if i did it too. does it work?"

zoro stares at him with a fond smile, one that he only is able to show when they're on their own. he squeezes luffy's hand back three times. "yes, captain."

...

it happens quick.

they don't see it coming. luffy should have been able to protect them.

and it's stupid, he thinks. it shouldn't hurt this way. he should be focusing on going back to his crew instead of this, but he feels uneasy. uncomfortable in his own skin.

he had only kissed zoro twice that day back at sabaody.

he has to go back to him, so he can kiss him four times. one to make up for the day they were separated, and three more, only because. only because he will be able to do it after two years. it will take two years to see each other again. two. he's starting to hate that number.

but then he thinks about zoro. zo-ro. two syllables. two o's. his second in command. his first mate. one, two, three.

he didn't exactly get why zoro likes counting so much. numbers are something luffy isn't fond of following much. but he thinks he gets it now.

one year. two years.

on the third one, he'll be able to see him. and luffy will kiss zoro one time, to make up for sabaody. and it will be the first kiss of endless sets of kisses coming in three.

and, weirdly enough, it calms him down too.

#zoro's obsession with the number three keeps me up at night #honestly this is relatable af bc i do this too for some reason with the number 4 #i love the number 4 bc my favorite number is 2 and it's literally 2x2 #i would fucking love to understand how my brain works #anyway zoro i love you!! there are 4 days left for your b-day baby #and idk what the fuck i wrote this is just a random thought ngl #one piece #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #zolu

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thisisallthehattersfault · 1 year ago

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Someone makes a choked, shocked sound. Someone else yelps. It occurs to Ace, somewhere between the howling in his ears and the ache in his lungs and the taste of salt and iron flooding his mouth, that this is probably pretty surprising for his brothers to witness. Maybe even downright upsetting.

The thing is, Ace was wading into the jungles on his own as early as four years old. Dadan taught him how to do basic shit like talk and wipe his ass, but he honestly didn't have a ton of human interaction before meeting Sabo. And the thing about Sabo was that he had more than enough human interaction for the both of them. Ace learned some manners from Makino, but while Sabo was still around, there wasn't really any reason to get... good, at people.

But then Sabo died, and Ace needed to teach himself not only to talk his way out of trouble but also how to be the nice brother, how to treat Luffy with the softness he needed and deserved, how to gentle his hands and his voice and his words. So Ace did that, because he needed to, and it turned out to actually be pretty useful for dealing with people when he wasn't actively looking for a fight. So he stuck with it.

Which is all to say that by the time he'd joined up with Whitebeard, Ace was as close to tame as he had ever been. Almost downright domesticated.

Ace snaps his head to the side, putting some real momentum into it, heaving with all his weight until something tears. When he drops to his feet he springs right back up again, lunging. He spits out his mouthful as he goes, lets his jaw drop open.

The thing is, Ace is a child of the wilderness. He raised himself among that wilderness, and then he raised Luffy among that wilderness. He's a son of the jungle at heart, no matter how good he's gotten at pretending to be a person.

The sea-stone cuffs are chaffing his wrists. He feels tired and heavy, but he doesn't need his fire to be dangerous. Doesn't even need his hands.

Teeth find an artery. Body-hot blood sprays his face as Ace bites down, lock-jawed and snarling. Rears back and rips.

Another marine goes down. Ace spits out a chunk of the man's throat and is already rounding on a third. Notices, with a vague annoyance, that he's gonna need to find a toothpick -- there's a scrap of tendon or something caught in his teeth.

Mmm. Boar. They had pork for dinner, ah, the other night? Three days ago? Something like that, but it doesn't taste the same as wild boar does. And anyway, meat on the Moby is always overcooked. Ace is allowed to eat blue steak, but everybody always yells at him when he tries to steal bites of poultry or Sea King or whatever else while it's still tender and bleeding. This fight is giving Ace a real craving!

Duck. Lunge. Bite down, hard, thunder of a rabbit-quick pulse against his tongue, bulge of tender flesh against his soft palate. Iron and salt in his mouth.

Fear has a flavor. It is bitter and acrid, reminiscent of char, and Ace hadn't liked it much when he was young and still learning how to hunt. It stiffens up the meat, too, makes it kinda chewy. Somewhere along the line, he'd acquired a taste for it, though. He still marks it as a point of pride, his ability to hunt and kill prey without it ever knowing he was there, roasting something that is tender-sweet and gives easily under his teeth -- but the taste of fear isn't so bad either. Sometimes he even prefers it, gets a craving for it. Like wild boar, he hasn't had it in a while. Maybe he'll chase down his own dinner tonight.

Ace rears back. Muscle fibers split, skin stretches until it snaps. A heave, and a body crumples to the ground, gurgling. He gnaws kind of idly on his mouthful while he catches his breath, snorting blood out of his nose and straining his ears. Sounds like the fight's over, then.

Another lump of trachea gets spat into the dirt. Ace turns to face his brothers, counting heads -- good, it looks like nobody got hurt too bad, everybody is still standing! He grins. Ah, they're all pretty pale though, that's a little bit concerning, he hopes nobody's in shock. He learned from Marco that that can happen to anybody, even if they've been in a whole lot of fights.

"Hey!" Ace chirps. "Is everybody okay?" His wrists are killing him. Also, he really needs a shower. He's got blood in his ears, how the hell did that happen? But first he jogs over to where the others are all standing, clumped together, still just. Kinda staring at him.

Okay. Concerning. "You guys alright?" He asks again, lower. "Is anybody hurt? What happened?"

"Ace, man," Deuce says. His voice sounds kind of shaky. He drags a hand through his hair, fucking it up even worse than it already is. "What the fuck was that?"

#One Piece #portgas d ace #fire fist ace #feral jungle child ace my beloved #cat in human body ace my beloved #Do you think ace has ever proudly presented whitebeard #with dead marines or enemy pirates or whatever #the way a cat presents their humans with a bird they caught?#Do you think ace gets lectured about the dangers of cannibalism and blood-born disease #because he ends up with human blood in his mouth during fights so often #and he gets offended and confused every time the conversation comes up #he's not a cannibal! He doesn't EAT people! What's wrong with you!#he's just fighting!!! That's all!!!#Marco tries to explain that blood in the mouth is blood in the mouth no matter how the blood got there #Ace is. Not listening.#Luffy does this too btw #Sabo did this once before his memories came back #and got the blood born disease lecture #and then he gets his memories back and goes right back to biting people #because it's What Ace Would Have Wanted

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noproofread · 2 years ago

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A little Luffy fluff pt. 2

part 1

thank you for the support on the first one. and thanks for the suggestions on how to write on the platform :) appreciate it

@kingstarboyyy here's the update <3

this one is also fluffy with a little spice. i'll write smut eventually. i'm thinking on some zoro smut next ;)

word count: 1,168

cute spicy fluff luffy x gn!reader, use of y/n too.

You were sitting in the dining room of the Thousand Sunny with the rest of the crew. Sanji had just finished explaining every ingredient in the assortment of food in front of you. Luffy, however, had already finished his third plate of food. You giggled softly as you watched him scarf down his food like he had been starving for 3 months. Robin noticed your giggle and looked at you before glancing over at the subject of your gaze. She looked around the room to see if anyone else had noticed but found everyone focusing on their food.

Sanji sat down next to Nami and began eating. You couldn’t find your appetite. In your mind, images of the night before were replaying. The warmth of Luffy’s hand on yours, how thick the air felt moments before his lips were on yours, how every muscle in his body relaxed into you.

“Y/N, you gonna finish that?” a voice pulled you out of your thoughts. It was Luffy. He looked at the piece of steak on your plate, avoiding making eye contact with you. You shook your head and gave it to him, a faint blush washing over your face. This time you made eye contact with Robin, who just gave you a small but knowing smile. You looked back down at your food, picking at it.

Dinner flew by, you almost didn’t want it to end because you knew Robin would find you. You had done such a good job at hiding your feelings for Luffy all this time, that kiss had psyched you out, made you unable to focus on being subtle. You put your dishes in the sink and walked out of the dining room as fast as you could. It was not fast enough.

“Y/N, wait." You heard a voice behind you. Just as you guessed, it was Robin.

“Hey Robin!” You tried your best to sound normal, to sound as if you didn’t make eye contact with her after fully blushing due to your short interaction with Luffy.

“Luffy huh?” She spoke plainly, a smile tugging at her lips. You knew you couldn’t get away from this now. All that hard work you put in to appear nonchalant, undone by one small interaction at the dinner table. You looked around to see if anyone else was around before you spoke.

“Please don’t say anything, I was being so good at hiding it and I haven’t been in my right mind since last ni-” You stopped abruptly, Robin’s eyebrow raised at your sudden halt. “Last night?” She questioned. You looked down “We um.. We… You know what, never mind. Forget I said anything please” Your voice was a whisper. Robin smiled and placed her hand on your shoulder reassuringly.

“Hey Y/N! I was looking for yo- Oh Robin! Hi!” You heard Luffy’s voice. Your eyes widened and you turned around to face him. His face was slightly pink as he noticed you were with Robin. She chuckled gently and began walking towards the sound of chatter from the rest of the crew. “Have a good chat guys.” Her tone was light but you knew she was teasing you. Luffy saw her silhouette disappear and he turned to you smiling. That damn smile, that wide grin he always seems to have.

“Why were you looking for me, Luffy?” Your words were soft as you looked into his eyes. “I wanted to talk to you about last night. I don’t know what that was but I do know that I like hanging around you.” Luffy said, reaching over to grab your hand. “I liked the weird feeling I got when I held your hand.” You felt your face grow hot as you studied his face. Once again, you found your eyes trail down to his lips. “Yeah, me too…” Your words trailing off as you felt the air thicken around you again. Your heart was pounding in your ears and time seemed to slow down. You were reliving those same feelings. Luffy smiled warmly at you as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I’ve just… You’re just different from my friends. Like… I know you’re my friend… just a really special one I guess.” Luffy trails off, scratching the back of his head as he lets you go. “Special…? How?” You meet his gaze as Luffy tries to find the words. “I’m not sure but I don’t get that good weird feeling with them that I get whenever I’m with you.” His eyes move down to your lips. You realize how close you are to him and your breath hitches. His eyelids droop down a little as he looks at you. “What happened yesterday… Can… Can we do that again?” Luffy’s voice is soft and quiet as he smiles at you. You suddenly forget to speak, taken off guard by his request. You simply nod.

Luffy closes the gap between you as his lips finally meet yours again. Your mind is racing and your heartbeat accelerates. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Luffy, unsure of what to do with his hands, places them on your hips. Once again, your impulse takes over and you lick his bottom lip as he opens his mouth slightly. Your tongue slips in, massaging his in his mouth. You swore you heard him groan softly but you were so intoxicated by the feeling of how soft his tongue was that you weren’t sure. The kiss becomes more gentle and soft as it comes to an end. You pull away, your breathing is heavy. Luffy’s faint pink blush deepened into a red color. You bite your lip and fix a piece of his hair that had gotten out of place. It’s just you and him in this moment. Your hand trails down to the scar below his eye, lightly tracing it. Luffy gasps softly.

“I um… I liked that.” He speaks, his voice is barely audible. You smile at Luffy. “Me too…” You whisper. The sound of the crew laughing and singing is now audible to you. “Let’s uh.. Let’s go back to them. They might wonder where we are.” You laugh softly. Luffy takes your hand, much to your surprise, and grins widely. “Let’s go then!” He begins guiding you towards the group. Your eyes widen as Sanji and Nami turn to see you walking together. “You owe me 30 berries” Nami turns to Sanji, laughing. Sanji chuckles and hands the money to Nami before getting up and walking to you. “You couldn’t have waited one more day to get together? I was so close.” He pats Luffy on the shoulder and winks at you. Luffy turns to you, confused at the exchange. You simply chuckle and tell him it’s nothing. You lead him to the rest of the group and sit down. Nami smiles at you before Chopper and Franky steal your attention to their little performance.

You have never felt happier.

#one piece imagine #one piece #one piece fic #one piece luffy #one piece fluff #monkey d luffy #luffy #luffy x reader #x reader

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quinloki · 2 months ago

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so I was talking about this with a mutual of mine and I’m curious what your thoughts are on this: is there any pirates in the one piece universe realistically that would smell good?

My thoughts were that the straw hat men smell rancid, Mihawk miiight smell decent, and Crocodile does have potential to smell good and I’d imagine has pretty good hygiene from the way he always makes sure he looks good and cares about his appearance but he reeks of cigarettes

I know this doesn’t have to do with the event u have going on so feel free to not answer I was just curious

XD I don’t mind giving my two cents on this one!

I actually think people smell better than we’d expect because the ships are canonically equipped to more modern standards than not.

The first “boat” Luffy really has isn’t meant for ocean travels, it’s barely big enough for him and Zoro honestly.

But once they get Merry we see our first real Ocean-traversing vessel, and it has a bath.

Now, if we look at comparable (Pirates of the Caribbean) timeline vessels, they did not have baths. The poop devil was called the poop deck because that was the bathroom as much as there was one. So One Piece ships have a higher standard in that regard.

Because Merry had a bathroom, it’s logical to assume most all equally large and large ships also have such amenities. It might be set up more for group cleaning that individual, (which is Sunny’s set up), but the point is that the function is there.

Stank-ass pirates and sailors were stank-ass cause ships didn’t have plumbing.

Based off that I don’t think there’s too many rank pirates out there, personally. I head canon the Kid Pirates are actually among some of the cleanest bitches in the world because (also a head canon) House is the doctor and her degree is from desperately amassing any knowledge she could while living on their home island.

Cleanliness is the #1 preventative in healthcare.

House would be absolute about it and I think the crew would fear her more than Kid when it came to that subject.

So I headcanon them as pretty clean. Kind of salty-fresh cause they’re not really trying to smell like roses. Kid smells like oil and hot metal cause of his fruit and tinkering imo.

But yeah, I bet Mihawk smells surprisingly floral. Crocodile kind of like warm sand, honey and scotch or brandy, but yes prominently cigar smoke. A little overwhelming but never stale or ashy.

Rayleigh can get ripe when he’s solo traveling, but I think he’s mindful of others and has kind of an Irish Spring vibe going on.

Zoro and Luffy get ripe, but while they may voluntarily bathe once a week, I feel like every third day Nami is tossing them into the tub by their ears. Sometimes they smell like flowers cause they don’t care what soap they use.

But you get me, at this point I think. XD

Marco smells perfect. 💖❤️🥰

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baby-xemnas · 1 year ago

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I’m really glad you enjoyed gold, it’s one of my favorite movies of the OP franchise!! Zoro my beloved. Also damn they really threatened to publicly execute Zoro like that (keeping in mind this is AFTER Ace stuff so. I always felt that may have dug up some negative emotions for Luffy.)

And while I understand that the whole gold dust thing was done to have sway over everyone that comes in, Zoro is still the only Straw Hat who’s canonically always wearing gold—dude has those earrings in!! It would’ve been fun to see such a present detail of his character used against him like that. Although I faintly recall hearing at one point that Tesero only has control over gold he’s touched im still unsure about it.

Law and Bepo definitely need to be in more of the movies tbh. I love them.

I think this is also like the second or third movie where Zoro’s been captured and held at ransom; but this was the only one where it was solely him.

Also I can’t shoutout the outfits enough!! Loved the fits. Very good stuff.

I’ll forever be disappointed that there isn’t more fan content of this movie, especially in Luzo terms; shit was GOOD.

Anyways lol sorry for the rambling I always get excited to send you asks and talk to you!! Expect some lawbepo from me soon while I’m here >:3c

❤️ looking forward to it ❤️

and honestly???? i think movie itself wasnt luzo enough! that with Zoro captured i was expecting more freaked out Luffys but we only got first capture and luffy running down a hallway yelling ZOROOOOOO

honestly Zoro telling Chopper to not come closer when he begun getting Midas touched - was more emotional than Luffy stuff...big brother Zoro moment love that

like i said i kinda didnt like how chill everyone was abt Zoro being captured

i guess they had to keep the tone light but i wish there were more Very Angry Luffy moment so Nami could be like- that Tesoro dickhead is all abt theatrics so he won't do anything before the time he set himself - we will get Zoro out before that! and for Luffy to be like ye you are right you are right :')))

my gay wishes for THAT to be emotional core instead of - random people who lost and who Tesoro owns - Zoro capture was neglected and we had Luffy show more emotions towards randos rather than his dear Zoro - definite miss by the writers there

#one piece #luzo

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bluegalaxygirl · 2 years ago

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Am i Crazy? (Zosan X Reader) P8

Plot: Reader hasn't been sleeping or eating, they wont let anyone touch then and keeps having accidents. Everyone if worried or thinks they've gone crazy but the reality is so much worse.

Warning: Past Domestic abuse, Bad language, blood, mental damage, Making out, nudity and fluff

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

The sunny stayed docked at the island, Luffy wanted to explore the place and factory while Franky had to fix up the shark sub that your ex washed up into the tree's. Usopp and Luffy were fascinated by the robots but Chopper tried to stay away from them feeling sad about them being people. You managed to sleep for a whole day, It got Sanji a bit worried when you would only wake up for a few minutes to eat and then go right back to sleep but Chopper told him it was normal, your body needed rest and Zoro was more than happy to stay with you, sleeping at your side or cleaning his swords. When you did wake up you felt awful but managed to get a shower and have your bandages changed, you were also surprised that you haven't left the island yet but also a little happy since you really wanted to go out at some point and look for your mother. You just wanted to see if she was ok, On the third day you felt a lot better, rest and food did you well but you were getting sick of being in your room all the time, Sanji refused to let you join them for food and always brought it to you. You love and appreciate your cook but you were worried about him and his arm, he said it was fine and healing well and when Chopper said the same you felt a lot better.

Walking out of your room with fresh cloths and a smile you look down at Chopper and pat his head "Thanks again Chopper, i don't know what id do without you" The doctor smiles and wiggles a little at your words "It's no problem" He waves skipping off leaving you to look out at your old home. Chopper kept his promise like he always does, your wounds were healing nicely and the bruises on your body were almost gone, you could do normal stuff again but you had your mind on one thing. Heading down onto the grassy deck you spot Zoro asleep against wall, walking over you bend down and run your hand over his check, he cracks his eye open with a groan only to smile when he see's its you "So i'm guessing Chopper cleared you" His groggy voice is like music to your ears, you nod as he stretches and gets up off the floor, before you can say anything he pulls you into him and places his lips on yours, you lean in running your hands up his chest and to his shoulders. "I'm so proud of you" Zoro whispers against your lips making you smile wider "Thank you, for putting up with me" you laugh as he rolls his eye and pulls you in for another kiss. "There's nothing to put up with. Your perfect" Zoro pulls away running his hands up your sides.

Sanji walks out of the kitchen, bags in hand and a shopping list, he doesn't know if there's anything here he can buy but its worth a try. As he steps down the stairs the cook lights up a cigarette taking a puff as he looks up to see you and Zoro, a smile forms on the mans face as he walks over to the two of you "Your up" He calls out seeing you turn to face him. You nod and reach your hand out which he gladly takes before taking his cigarette out and kissing you lightly on the lips, you lean in squeezing his hand a little. "You heading out?" Zoro asks as you and Sanji pull away "Yea, you said there used to be a market here, i'm hoping it got moved or something" Sanji shrugs looking out into the town "I can show you around" you speak only for the two to look at you with wide eyes "Your not going back there" Zoro pulls you in closer only for you to sigh "I want to, i-i kinda wanna look for my mum too plus i'm not scared anymore." you smile lightly placing your forehead against Zoro's "I'll have you two with me, right?" you ask hoping he will come. The swordsman sighs and closes his eye before nodding letting you go, so he can take your hand.

You turn to Sanji who looks at you worried so you lean over and kiss his cheek "I'll be fine, trust me" he smiles a little at your words before starting to walk putting his cigarette back in his mouth "Ok fine, but if your feeling sore or tired or mentally not well you tell us" You laugh a little as he holds you hand walking off the ship "of course, my master chef" you squeeze his hand seeing a slight blush on his face. The streets where quiet, old rundown houses and shacks laid out as you walked down the dirt and cobbled floor, people still slept on the streets and hung their washing out to dry, most of them looked skinny and you felt really sad for them. "So where did you use to live?" Zoro asks looking at the houses mainly the ones that didn't have a door just a sheet covering the door way. "To the right and then keep going down until we hit a fork in the road then left" you say mainly to Sanji since Zoro is terrible with directions. You three make your way down the street, the houses looking the same but there were street sighs that were easy to follow.

The house you used to live in soon appeared, it looked just like the others although a window was broken, some of the porch steps were missing and there was a red sheet covering the door way. A clothing line hung outside on two sticks, as you got closer you could make out a woman putting cloths up, but she was young only a little older than you. Stopping just outside the broken gate your heart dropped at the sight of your old home, it looked much worse than when you lived there, the walls were cracked but never this bad, pieces were falling of and the roof was now made of straw. "Can i help you?" the lady asks looking away from her basket of wet clothes and wiping her hands on her skirt. "Sorry i'm looking for a miss L/N, she used to live here" you look over the young woman as she shakes her head "Sorry Hun, it was vacant for a while before i started renting it 2 years ago, The name does sound kind of familiar though... maybe try the factory, most people work there now" She gives you a sad smile which you return, Zoro wraps his arm around your waist as Sanji squeezes your hand "Thank you miss" Sanji smiles at the lady as you three walk away.

You walked in silence as you made your way to the factory, so much was going through your head but you managed to get your thoughts under control looking up at Zoro who pulls you a little closer. "You ok?" He asks placing a kiss on your temple. "Yea, i think its just the unknown that scares me" you sigh before looking over at Sanji who gives you a loving smile and finishing his cigarette throwing it away. The factory was big but there was no smoke coming out of it, people were walking around putting things in large crates and taking apart machines. A woman steps out of the factory carrying a basket full of metal parts, relief rushes through your body "Mom" you call out, the woman turning in shock at your voice and dropping her basket. You smile as she runs at you tears in her eyes and crashes into you with a hug, Sanji and Zoro manage to help you keep your balance while your mother cry's into your shoulder apologizing over and over again. "I'm so sorry my girl, i just wanted you to have a better life, i wasn't thinking right, i know you can never forgive me but i love you" You hold her in your arms, you used to hate her but you knew why she did it, still it didn't make up for everything that happened. A part of you wanted to forgive her but the other part reminded you of how she kept sending you back to him.

You sigh and stroke her hair "I just wanted to make sure your ok" you whisper pulling her away as she ties to dry her face "I'm f-fine" she sniffles before looking up at you again then to Zoro and Sanji, taking them in before looking back at you "So... He was right, you did find someone else" she smiles a little only for Zoro to glare at her and wrap his arm around your shoulder "You talked to him?" The swordsman growls a little making your mother back up a bit but you keep a hold of her arms. "Zoro" Sanji whispers placing a hand on Zoro's arm over your shoulder "Urm yea." you let go of her arms your heart dropping a little "You work for him too?" you ask the small smile gone from your face "Yes, almost everyone works for him here but it keeps us fed, he owns the island or did. He wanted me to help find you and- i know it's no excuse, but he was a very powerful man" Zoro holds you a little tighter getting angry at the woman as Sanji places a hand on your back "You don't think i know that?" Your eyes are on the floor unable to believe that your mother would help him. "You knew what he would do to me if he found me and yet you helped him?" Your eyes shift up to look at her anger boiling through your veins "I-i'm sorry, you know what he's like its just the kind of man he i-" you cut her off with an unexpected slap to the face.

You pant as your hand stings and shakes, Your mother holds her now red cheek with a shocked look. "Y/N" Sanji whispers taking the hand you used to slap your mother trying to calm you down but Zoro didn't step in, he knew you needed this. "How could you still defend him? After everything he's done, not just to me but everyone here" you yell at her, Zoro now putting his arms around your torso to stop you form lunging at your mother. "I'm sorry honey, he was going to hurt me" Your mother try's to defend herself but you've had enough "You? Look at you, not even a scratch, your not skinny like the rest of these people. Do you see what he's done, look at me" you yell your hand going to your bandaged neck. "You don't know what its like to have his hands around your throat or bash your head into the floor or pull your hair as he drags you through the house or even stab you in the back for accidentally turning a shirt pink. You don't know what its like to be isolated form everyone and everything, told when to eat, when to sleep or even if you can, told what to wear or what to say... you've never had to turn to the only person who supposed to love you more than anything only for them to tell you to put up with it" Your eyes are full of tears and your voice starts braking as you yell.

Sanji tried to tell you to stop but his words fell on deaf ears while Zoro keeps holding you back while you scream at your mother pushing against him. Your mother tried to talk only to be cut off by your yelling, the people around look between you and your mother some shocked and others angry understanding what you've been through. "I needed you but you never came so i did it... i made it out, i got away, i did it no thanks to you only for you my own mother to lead him back to me... do you have any idea what he did to me? What he was going to do to my friends, my family?" you asks as she steps back shaking her head trying not to look at you "Look at me" you yell out before Sanji steps in front of you and pulls you into him. You can only hear your heart pounding in your ears but you can feel his heart beat and vibration of him talking. You reach around his back and cling onto his jacket as you try and calm down. Zoro sighs as you stop fighting him loosening his grip on you and checking to see if he hurt you in any way, luckily you were fine, but he still kept hold of you.

Sanji strokes your hair lightly and watches as you start to calm down, your tears drying up and breath going back to normal "There we go" He whispers seeing you look up at him. "I-I" You mother tried to speak only for both boys to turn and give her a deadly glare. "Don't" they both growl as Sanji starts walking with you keeping your mother out of your sight while Zoro steps in front of your mother, he gives her a glare making her shake a little before walking off and puts an arm around your waist and walking you back to the ship "I'm sorry" you whisper not fully understanding what just happened, once you stared talking you couldn't stop. "It's ok love" Sanji smiles lightly at you still keeping you close to his chest. "You really told her off babe, nice job" Zoro rubs your head making you laugh a little. "We're proud of you" Sanji leans down and kisses the top of your head, you look up at him with a small smile before leaning up to kiss him while taking Zoro's hand.

As the Sunny left the island Luffy got brook to play some music as him, Usopp and Chopper danced. Franky joined in a little later and dragged Robin with him, dancing with her as the other three jumped around with drinks and food. Nami watched form her seat as she sat next to you laughing about how silly Usopp and Luffy looked, You couldn't help but laugh too with your head on the navigators shoulder. Zoro sat out-of-the-way drinking like normal as Sanji comes out of the kitchen with drinks, he makes his way round to you and Nami handing the orange haired girl her drink with a smile and then holding his free hand out to you "Come sit with us please" You nod and take his hand saying bye to Nami as you walk with Sanji over to Zoro. The swordsman looks up and pats the grass next to him before holding his free hand out to help you sit down before wrapping his arm around you. Sanji hand you your drink before sitting in the swordsman's lap putting his legs over yours which you gladly hold onto. The three of you enjoy each others company while watching your crew dance around as the sun sets and the moon rises.

Sanji lifts his head up off Zoro's shoulder to grab a cigarette only for the swordsman to put his drink down and grab the cooks hand "I have a better idea" Zoro gives the cook a smug smile before pulling him closer and crashing his lips onto Sanji's. You smile looking up at them seeing Sanji relax into the kiss and place his arms around Zoro's neck. Zoro squeezes the cook tighter and pushes his tongue into his mouth making Sanji moan and grip onto the back of his kimono, the swordsman groans back before pulling away "Better than a cigarette?" He asks earning a nod from the now breathless cook. You giggle at Sanji's flustered face only for the arm around your waist to pull you closer into Zoro's side "I don't know what your laughing at, your next baby" Zoro crashes his lips onto your but you gladly push back wrapping your arms around his neck moving them up to the back of his head to run your finger through his hair. You open you mouth before he can even shove his tongue in and groans into your mouth, liking that your taking the initiative. You moan a little as your tongue and mouth moves with his, sitting up a bit to push into him making him groan again almost melting at your touch.

When you pull away your both panting but smiling at the rough make out "Your so cute when you blush" You tease running a hand over his cheek, he glares at you and leans in "I'm not blushing, you are" he hovers over your lips only for you to bit gently on his bottom lip and pull a little making his cheeks go bright red, you let go letting his lip snap back into place "Really?" you ask as Zoro sits up and turns away to hid his blush. Sanji laughs patting Zoro's chest "They got you there, Ro" The cook smiles before leaning over to you as you place your hand on his cheek and slide it to the back of his head "You want some too?" you ask making the cook nod and place his lips on yours, you both place small kisses on each others lips before you make him stay against your lips licking his bottom lip. Sanji can't help but grab your hips pulling you up so your leaning over him, his head tiled back as he opens his mouth letting you take the lead, you place your hands on his checks then down to his neck while feeling his mouth with your tongue, he doesn't fight you and it feels great. You pull away for air only to go back for more making the cook moan as Zoro's hand runs up and down your back. Your so lucky to these two in your life and your crew are like family to you, how did you get so lucky?

#one piece #polly relationship #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan x reader #zosan fanfic #one piece zosan #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #ronoroa zoro #halloween

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yujo-nishimura · 2 years ago

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Impel Down Chaos - Head Canon - Part 4

@lostfirefly and anybody else who wants to be tagged for the next parts, just let me know.

Warning: Buggy x fem reader, SFW and a lot of goof, English is not my native language - This short story will end after part 5. :) Depending on what the readers want I could end it with a NSFW and a SFW version... Comments appreciated, all your approvals keep me motivated to write more. <3

"Your brother...?" you managed to utter, sitting up cautiously. Your nose still bled slightly, and your heart raced from the intensity of the interrupted moment. You had been so close to finally sharing a kiss with Captain Buggy, only for the intrusion of the straw hat-wearing troublemaker to spoil the romantic atmosphere.

"Yeah, his name is Ace. I'm here to rescue him," Luffy replied, his casual tone contrasting with the gravity of the situation.

A groan reached your ears, and you turned to see Buggy slowly regaining consciousness, sitting up with a bewildered expression.

"Oh, it's just Buggy. Sorry, I didn't see you there," Luffy repeated himself, but his words lacked genuine remorse. He smiled and waved at your captain.

“Damned straw hat, did you take out the Blugoris and us at the same time?”, Buggy moaned and slowly stood up.

"Are you alright, Captain?" you asked, disregarding your own discomfort as you rushed to Buggy's side, hoping he would lean on you for support. However, to your disappointment, he seemed perfectly fine, standing without any visible injuries. In an attempt to gain his attention, you started moaning about your own wounds and pain, hoping he would show concern.

"Did they also imprison you here, Straw Hat?" Buggy asked, knocking off some dust from his shirt.

"No, I broke in to find Ace!" Luffy responded enthusiastically, his determination evident in his voice.

"Ace, yes. He's in Level 5. A remarkable fellow, unlike you, Straw Hat. He possesses manners, and we even became drinking buddies!" Buggy remarked, reminiscing about his encounters with Ace.

Your attempts to gain Buggy's attention by hopping around and exaggerating your nonexistent pain went unnoticed. Frustrated, you eventually gave up, sitting down on a nearby stone and pouting like a disgruntled toddler.

"Will you show me the way to Level 5?" Luffy inquired, scratching his head in confusion. Your gaze shifted upwards, hoping that Captain Buggy would decline the request and prioritize your own escape from the predicament.

"No, I'm not your friend, you reckless youngster! You can go on your own, or perhaps Y/n here would be willing to assist you? She's skilled in combat if the need arises..." Buggy responded, his tone dismissive as he subtly shifted the responsibility onto you.

"No, Captain!" you protested, shocked by his offer to so easily let you go. "I am a loyal Buggy pirate, and I will always stay by your side!"

"Well, it seems we can't be of help to you, Straw Hat!" Buggy chuckled, his laughter filled with a touch of amusement. He turned around to assess the situation and search for an exit, leaving Luffy to navigate the challenges of Level 5 on his own.

“No problem, see you all later then!” Luffy laughed and waved at the both of you before he jumped off from a bridge in the hallway to a lower level.

"Now, how do we get out?" Buggy muttered in frustration, his gaze shifting back and forth as he turned around for the third time. The leftovers of the explosion had created a blockade of stones and debris, sealing off any possibility of retracing your steps. It became evident that the only possible option was to forge ahead.

"Let's see if this path leads somewhere!" you declared, taking a confident step forward and gesturing towards the hallway. Surprisingly, you encountered no obstacles along the way, no more guards, no more gorilla-like beasts.

Finally, you arrived at a massive gate, resembling an entrance to an elevator. Mixed emotions welled up within you. On one hand, you cursed the straw hat-wearing troublemaker for interrupting your long-awaited moment of connection with Captain Buggy. But on the other hand, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him. His intervention had dispatched the guards and Blugoris, making your escape considerably easier.

"With this elevator, we can reach the first floor and make our escape!" Buggy exclaimed, his laughter filled with anticipation. To your surprise, the gate leading to the elevator was unlocked, and the iron bars in front of it stood open. It all seemed too easy, cautionary alarms ringing in your mind. However, Buggy, driven by his impulsive nature, had already rushed ahead, stepping onto the stone floor of the elevator in search of any controls to activate it.

Hesitant you followed him into the stone construction. As you entered, you noticed that the stone gate swiftly closed behind you, sealing you both inside the confines of the unmoving elevator. Panic started to creep in, but Buggy had already found a button and pressed it, hoping it would trigger some sort of response. Unfortunately, the only thing that happened was that the iron bars descended, trapping you both within the inoperable elevator.

Both of you stood in complete silence, the weight of the situation sinking in. "It's a trap, my captain..." you mumbled, feeling as though you were caught in a clichéd movie scene.

"I can see that now...!" Buggy responded, surprisingly calm given the dire circumstances you both found yourselves in.

"They must have caught wind of our escape attempt and seized the opportunity to lock us in here. What are we going to do?"

"We'll have to wait and see what unfolds. Only then can we plan our next course of action," he replied, his voice tinged with a sense of resolve.

Sighing with uncertainty, you took a seat, resigned to the fact that the waiting game might be a long one. Buggy, in another futile attempt, pressed the same button again, hoping for a response. However, the only sounds that echoed through the enclosed space were silence and the imposing presence of the stone walls that trapped you both.

Your gaze involuntarily followed Buggy, observing his strong arms, flowing blue hair, and striking facial features. Locked inside this confined space, unsure of what the future held, you decided to make a decision. Rising to your feet, you approached Buggy, your heart brimming with resolve.

"Captain Buggy?" you called out, seeking his attention. He turned towards you absentmindedly, still grappling with escape plans. "May I speak candidly, Captain?"

"Permission granted. We need all the help we can get at this moment," Buggy responded.

"Given the uncertainty of our situation, and the possibility that we may not make it out of here or survive to see another day, I would like to request your permission to grant me a wish, Captain Buggy," you spoke earnestly, your voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

"A wish?" Buggy turned towards you, genuinely intrigued by your words, his curiosity piqued.

With a surge of courage, you blurted out your request, your words tumbling out quickly before you could lose your nerve. "I would like to kiss you, Captain!"

As the words left your lips, a moment of tension filled the confined space. Time seemed to slow down, and you held your breath, awaiting Buggy's reaction. His eyes widened in surprise, mirroring the shock that resonated within you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Buggy broke the stillness. His voice, tinged with a mixture of surprise and amusement, resonated through the confined space. "Well, well, well... Y/n, you certainly know how to make unexpected requests in the most precarious of moments."

He took a step closer, closing the distance between you, his presence enveloping you. A small smile played at the corner of his lips, his eyes twinkling with a newfound appreciation for your audacity. It was evident that he admired your courage and your boldness. You just realized that you had done the exact right thing - asked for his approval, but also showed him that you loved him. The air crackled with anticipation as he reached up to gently cup your cheek, his touch both tender and electric. With a mixture of courage and vulnerability, you leaned in, closing the remaining gap between your lips, and shared a passionate, fleeting kiss. For a brief moment, the world outside the confines of the locked elevator ceased to exist.

As your lips parted from the kiss, a surge of joy and exhilaration coursed through your veins. You couldn't help but smile, your heart brimming with happiness and a newfound sense of hope. Yeah - you could basically rot to death now in here, you really wouldn’t mind.

However, as you glanced at Buggy, you couldn't ignore the flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

"I... I enjoyed that, Y/n," Buggy admitted "But I must say, I find myself grappling with my own emotions. This situation, our circumstances... on top of that I am your captain... What are we doing in here?”

His eyes searched for yours, a mix of longing and apprehension in their depths. You knew him well enough at this point that he enjoyed being loved and admired. However, struggling to express emotions himself, he probably didn't know how to deal with you and all your unconditional love.

"Captain Buggy," you spoke softly, your voice filled with tenderness and unwavering conviction. "I understand that this is a challenging and uncertain time for both of us. But sometimes, it's in the midst of chaos that we discover the most profound connections. Also you tasted really great. Can I have another one?"

Buggy laughed, relieved that you relaxed the tension with humor.

"I think I finally understand now why you were so eager to become a Buggy pirate, Y/n," Your captain chuckled. "Your loyalty and admiration mean a great deal to me. However, let's keep this between ourselves for now. I don't want anyone else to know...!"

In a gesture of reassurance, Buggy gently touched your cheek, sending a shiver of excitement through your body. You both laughed to shake off the embarrassment.

"You have my word, Captain," you promised, meeting his gaze with adoration. Little did either of you know that two surveillance transponder snails inside the elevator had live-streamed your intimate moment to all the wardens in Impel Down, leaving your secret exposed to the world…

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