#His third earring is always with Luffy

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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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want you (need you) | headcannons

taking an aphrodisiac with them and seeing who gives in first

characters. eustass kid, monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji

general cw. f!reader, aphrodisiacs, just overall desperate men

a/n. based on this ask, thank you for requesting, i had such fun writing this <3

part two

EUSTASS KID

cw. mention of thigh riding, bulge

It definitely takes some convincing for him, but once he sees the competitive aspect of it, he’s kind of driven to the idea. 

At first he found it kind of amusing, since he could see it started affecting you first; even though you said you were fine when he asked you, he didn’t miss the way you clenched your thighs for some friction from time to time. 

Then it started affecting him, his body growing hot all over, from his cocks to his heat that were bright red from all the nerves, but he’d rather die than give in first. 

In the end, you’d have to give up and ask him for what you want, he’s too stubborn to lose and you can’t take it anymore.

You were the first to pounce on him, straddling his lap and quickly grinding on his thigh to get any sort of relief you could find. Your thighs tremble on either side of his waist, and you’re panting wildly because it feels like you’ve been holding your breath ever since you felt the delicious drag of his cock in your walls for the first time of the night, but you’ve never felt better. 

You bask in the afterglow of your orgasm for the next few minutes before you realize he’s growing hard inside of you again. You’re terrified to look anywhere, down to the place you connect with him for fear of seeing the bulge he’s surely leaving in your tummy, and absolutely terrified to look up to his face for fear of being met with the unchanging animalistic look of his face.

"Did you think I would be satisfied with just one time? I was just waiting for you to give in, now I'm gonna have my way with you…"

MONKEY D. LUFFY

cw. whiny luffy

He is always willing to try anything you want, so I don't think it would take a lot of convincing. 

He understood the competitive aspect of it, but as soon as he started feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac he got extra touchy with you.

When you remind him you were supposed to see who could last the longest away from each other, it's almost like he doesn't hear you.

"Fuck that, I need you right now"

“W-wait!” you exclaim, his hands pushing at the dip of your fack to get you to arch further into him. This isn’t his favorite position, he much prefers so see you bounce on his lap and make a mess of yourself, or just simple missionary where he can see all the pretty faces he causes in you with every drag of his cock, but he’ll take this for now. 

“No please, I don’t wanna stop…” he all but whines. His cock keeps abusing that same spot he knows drives you crazy, that’s why you’re having such a hard time voicing your concerns. 

“You can’t be so… l-loud, someone might hear!” Your warnings fall to deaf ears, his pace is unrelenting and shows no signs of stopping anytime soon, despite this being the third time tonight. The substance only gave him a boost on his already big stamina, and you’re starting to regret suggesting this to him. 

“I love you so much,” he said. “I don’t care if anyone hears, I just want to-... mmm f-fuck-!”

RORONOA ZORO

cw. lots of dirty talk, a little bit of mean dom zoro if u squint, mating press, bulge

Much like Kid, he likes the competitiveness of it all, so it’s easy to convince him about this idea. 

I think he would take a more teasing approach on it though.

As soon as he sees you’re feeling the same heat he is, he starts whispering dirty things in your ear to get you to give in first.

“You’re so warm, bet you feel so hot down there too, don’t you?” “How long are you going to keep pretending you don’t want me to bend you over and fuck you right now?"

“Fuck, thank god…” he groans, his hands holding your legs pressed to your chest as you claw at the sheets next to you. “Didn’t know how much longer I could take” 

The irony of it all is that you didn’t know how much longer you could take this. His grasp on your legs and the way his cock hits all the right spots you were aching to have filled, it’s so overwhelming, and yet it’s everything you had been craving tonight.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his thrusts growing deeper and harder, if possible. “Too dumb to talk now?”

You nod, knowing if you tried speaking a mixture of slurred and unintelligible words would be the only thing falling past your lips. He doesn’t mind though, he likes watching you go dumb on his cock, still mindful enough to look down at the way his cock keeps bulging at your tummy. 

VINSMOKE SANJI

cw. dacryphilia if u squint

He’s willing to try anything for you, so it literally only takes suggesting it for him to agree. 

He tries to act like it’s fine, part of him wants to impress you, and part of him wants to see you beg for him. 

Then again, he’s not very patient when it comes to you, so he’ll start with sloppy kisses to your neck, acting like he’s trying to make you give in first.

Eventually it turns into him cursing under his breath, and before he realizes the words are coming out, he’s begging for you to give him something, anything.

“Fuck-!” He groans, throwing his head back. You’re riding him, your tits are bouncing to the rhythm of your hips and your hands are grasping at his chest for balance. He keeps bucking his hips into you, and it’s throwing you off, but he’s reaching the deepest spots of your walls and you’re not sure how much longer you’ll last.

Still, it’s not enough for him. 

He turns you both over, your back landing on the bed with a cry because he took you by surprise, and his hands now on either side of your body, holding himself up as your legs wrap around his waist and he fucks into you just the way he knows you like it.

Sanji hates to see you cry, but somehow he finds the sight of your tears prickling at the corners of your closed eyes so appealing, it almost drives him to the edge. Almost. He wouldn’t even think about leaving his baby unsatisfied.

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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

[foralternateuniverses]

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)

So

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

[citrinae]

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).

[beanghostprincess]

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.

[thisisallthehattersfault]

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?"

[noproofread]

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.

[deathlikesdeep-dish]

it terrifies me what I would do for you (zoro x reader)

Prompt from @tsunderedoctor​ 

CW: a lil angst, but happy ending!

WC: 796

in the moments after a close encounter, zoro grapples with himself. what’s more important--you? or all of the goals that he has been working towards? he wasn’t sure anymore.

Zoro had only two aims in life–to become the world’s greatest swordsman, and to see Luffy become King of the Pirates. These aims made him steadfast, fiercely loyal, and unwavering. 

Recently, however, a third aim began to creep into his singularly focused mind. It happened quietly, so quietly that he didn’t notice until after it was already firmly planted. To have you. To keep you safe. To make you happy. It was this aim that made his chest tighten, made his stomach sink low and his hands clench and ache. It was this aim that threatened to burn all of his immutable plans until they were nothing but ash. And you had no idea. 

 But here, in a back alley of some forgotten town on some forgotten island, a deep panic set in for Zoro. He was flattened against a stone wall, your back pressed tightly to his chest. One strong arm wrapped around your waist, and his calloused hand was covering your panting mouth. 

“They went this way!” A Navy soldier shouted. Footfalls faded along with the sound of their voices as they passed your dark hiding place.

He was sure you could feel his heart pounding between your shoulder blades. His breaths were quick and shallow in your ear. 

I left him. He thought with horror. I left Luffy.

No matter how capable his captain may be of fending off any number of enemies, that was besides the point for Zoro. He vowed to always be by Luffy’s side, always be ready whenever he was needed. And he left him.

In the chaos, Zoro’s only thought was keeping you safe. And in that chaos, he left his captain behind. He was at war with himself, guilt and relief, fear and longing, all wrapped into a tangled, angry knot. 

“Phew,” you laughed quietly, “that would’ve been bad.” He jolted, and his thoughts snapped to the present like a stone in a slingshot. 

“Zoro? You okay?” You questioned. He suddenly felt hot with embarrassment. He relinquished his grip on you after another long moment and looked down, shame beginning to fill his body.

You were confused. What happened to the light-hearted teasing between the two of you only moments before the Navy showed up? 

He didn’t trust himself to speak. 

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked. He hated the way the insecurity crept into your tone. It wasn’t your fault he was having a crisis of identity. Well, actually. It was. It was completely your fault. Suddenly, he was flooded with anger. He pushed away from the wall and turned his back to you.

“Yes, actually,” He said before he could stop himself. 

Even with his back turned, he could feel your expression. “...really? What–” You started, choking a little on the question. “What did I do?”

He whirled to face you. “You showed up, y/n. That’s what.” 

Your voice caught in your throat, your lips agape. 

“You showed up, y/n,” He repeated. “And you wrecked everything. Things were so much easier when you weren’t around.” He ran his hands through his hair, gripping the green locks at the back of his neck as he continued. “I knew what I was supposed to do, okay? I knew exactly who I was and what I wanted.” His eyes became frantic, like he was talking to himself. “Become the world’s greatest swordsman. See Luffy become King of the Pirates. Every decision, every thought, geared towards that end.”

“But you showed up, y/n,” he repeated a third time, this time a bit softer. He paused for a long moment and the air seemed to crackle with energy. His gray eyes found yours and you had never seen him so vulnerable.

“It terrifies me what I would do for you.” He finally said, so quiet it was almost a whisper. “I might abandon it all. For you.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes and you reached out to him, cupping his face in one hand. “Zoro,” You said gently. “Never. You’ll never need to abandon it all. Ever.”

He swallowed hard.

“Every decision I make, every thought I have,” you continued, repeating his words from earlier, “It’s all for you and for Luffy.”

He leaned unconsciously into your palm. 

You kissed the corner of his mouth and whispered, “To abandon yourself, is to abandon me. So stay.” 

He drew a shuddering breath and gathered you into his arms. If could speak, he would have thanked you. He would have thanked you for giving him the permission to remain who he was, to not judge or expect anything more or less. 

But for now, he would have to accept this–an intimate embrace in a back alley of a forgotten town on a forgotten island. And his fear began to melt.

[baby-xemnas]

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

[bluegalaxygirl]

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?

[goldenblu]

hold your fire (by the throat) - chapter 6

One Piece | Zosan | Post-Wano AU where Sanji slowly loses his emotions

Chapter 6: a word you’ve never heard

Beside him, Sanji taps his cigarette against the wood, ash crumbling and falling into the roiling seafoam below. Jinbe tries to guess what exactly he’s thinking but is ultimately unsuccessful. In a jarring sort of contradiction, despite how Sanji seems to wear his heart on his sleeve, he can also be an extremely hard man to read.

Preview:

Although they leave Quarry Island behind them the next morning, it lingers in Jinbe’s mind. In everyone’s minds, really. It’s apparent enough that they’re all worried for Sanji. Chopper spends all his time working on a cure, Robin watches from a distance with concern, and Usopp even eats his mushrooms without complaint. Sanji himself tries hard to pretend like everything’s fine, but he can’t hide the occasional moments where something changes and he acts just a touch colder than usual, his smile lacking its typical warmth.

The next two days pass by in this fashion. On the third day, when Jinbe goes out onto the covered deck behind the aquarium, he finds Sanji glaring at the ashtray like it’s personally offended him.

“Sanji,” Jinbe ventures, stepping closer. Sanji twitches under his scrutinizing gaze. “Is everything okay?”

“Don’t be stupid, what do you think?” Sanji snaps, an edge of a growl in his voice. Then he reins in his temper, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. The end of his cigarette glows brighter, then dims. “What are you doing here?”

To be honest, Jinbe had been looking for a bit of peace and quiet away from the antics of the rest of the crew. Not that he has anything against it or anything, it’s just not quite the environment he’s used to yet. Then he’d seen Sanji through the portholes of the aquarium bar, smoking his way through a pack of cigarettes, looking contemplative and morose and so, so alone.

Jinbe had felt compelled to join him out here and perhaps extend a listening ear if welcomed, even despite the fact that he’s now feeling a little out of his depth. He still hasn’t fully grasped the dynamics of the crew, unsure of how he integrates into this odd tapestry of mismatched yet extraordinary threads. Someone else would be better for this, someone more familiar with the twists and turns of Sanji’s moods. But it’s just Jinbe here, and well, he has to start somewhere, doesn’t he?

“It’s quiet here,” is what he settles on.

“Yeah.” Sanji throws an indecipherable glance at him, leaning against the wooden rail. “It is. Guess that’s also why I’m here.”

Jinbe attempts to figure out if that’s an unsubtle hint for him to shut up and leave Sanji be. It must show on his face, because Sanji takes one look and smirks briefly. “Stop looking so awkward, I’m not going to kick you out. This is your ship now, too.”

That’s—that’s not quite the response Jinbe was expecting. “Ah. I appreciate it. The others can be overwhelming sometimes, so this is a nice spot to get away from it all for a second.”

Sanji nods and blows out a puff of smoke. He stares at the ocean, that singular lock of black hair stark against the blond of his bangs. Jinbe wonders what he’s looking at—the orange cast to the water from the setting sun, the white crests of the rolling waves, perhaps the sunlight shining through sea spray to form little prisms of color?

“Would you like to know something interesting?” Jinbe asks. “A bit of Fishman philosophy.”

Sanji hums noncommittally and Jinbe takes that as a sign to continue. “Most people believe that water has no memory. They think that because water flows and reforms, always in flux, it cannot hold a shape permanently.”

“But…?”

Distantly, Jinbe hears a loud crash, followed by Luffy’s high-pitched laughing. As secluded as they are, the sound is muted and half-covered by the sound of waves crashing and breaking against the ship.

“At Fishman Island, we have a saying. Every wave leaves a mark, a memory. The surface of the ocean is constantly shifting, constantly changing. The tides, the currents—all of it. But even when a wave rises, falls, and is then returned back into the vastness of the ocean, the water persists. It remembers. It carries with it the experience of its journey, the imprint of its essence, even if it can no longer take that form.”

“Huh.” Sanji flips his cigarette through his fingers, heedless of the risk of burns. “I’ve heard something like that before.”

(continue on AO3)

[yujo-nishimura]

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…

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Red-Haired Shanks headcanons

This is mainly based on the live action continuity, where nothing has (yet) been told about Shank's past. When I mention his old crew's captain and first mate, though, the manga/anime fans will know who i'm talking about...

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🧑‍🦰 He got his red hair from his mother, who was a dancer; she died when his child was four. Shanks still thinks he remembers the scarlet mane reaching down her hips, and how she danced in the house holding him in her arms, but since he was so young, he fears those images are more fantasies than memories.

🧑‍🦰 He was born in a tiny village in the East Blue, not unlike Foosha but located in the hinterland of the island. He ran away from home at seven to escape from a violent stepfather, walked a whole day to the nearest port, and hid on board of the first pirate ship he found. He was able to stay hidden for four days, stealing food from the galley and sleeping in the hold.

🧑‍🦰 Then, the first mate found him; they were already far from the coast and Shanks feared they would throw him overboard, as is common with stowaways, but the captain let him stay as a chore boy. The man never had to ever regret his decision, and Shanks became a full member of the crew on his fifteenth birthday.

🧑‍🦰 He never went to school. It was the first mate of his old crew who taught him to read, write and count, and then everything a sailor, and a future captain, had to know.

🧑‍🦰 Buggy and Shanks were the sort of friends who argue all the time but would always and in any case defend each other. Shanks was soon aware Buggy's feelings for him were shifting from deep but simple friendship towards something else; not reciprocating, and hating he was going to disappoint his friend and break his heart, Shanks decided the best thing he could do was put some distance between them, hoping Buggy's feelings would lessen and they could go back to being friends. Unfortunately they didn't, and Buggy had the impression his best friend had gotten tired of him and was now avoiding him; this broke his heart worse than any love disappointment ever could, and their friendship broke soon after.

🧑‍🦰 Shanks doesn't get embarrassed easily, but when he does, his whole body blushes, the redness spreading to his whole face, his chest and even his tummy. Hence his youth nickname, "The Lobster". Buggy was the one to give it to him, and he was the only one Shanks accepted hearing it from.

🧑‍🦰 He can wear earrings on both sides. He doesn't wear a piercing, but he also has a third hole, the result of a night of debauchery he barely remembers when he was twenty, on an intimate part of his anatomy, that no one in his crew has ever seen.

🧑‍🦰 As an adult, Shanks had to recognize he could have handed things better; when he tried to talk to Buggy, the other refused to listen, embarrassed and heart-broken at the thought his feelings had been (and still were) unreciprocated. He refused Shanks' offer to join his crew, which broke Shanks' heart; the two haven't spoken since Shanks and his men entered the Grand Line to look for the One Piece. Each of them still considers the other their best friend, but their relationship has soured forever.

🧑‍🦰 Shanks can't have children, because of an illness he had in his youth; his ship's doctor told him after a routine visit. He never particularly wanted to become a father, not to mention a pirate ship is not a safe place for a child, but sometimes, when he looked at Luffy, he couldn't help wondering, and fantasizing...

🧑‍🦰 He first met Mihawk in an inn; he was more than a little tipsy, and he got dared by his men to seduce him. Obviously it didn't work, but when Mihawk, annoyed, threatened to cut Shanks in half with Yoru if the other man didn't leave him alone, and Shanks didn't even bat an eye, the swordsman was intrigued... and secretely disappointed the other man had approached him on a dare.

🧑‍🦰 They both consider the other a good friend; the only difference is that Mihawk couldn't utter those words even under the threat of death... and he has so few friends the term good is relative.

🧑‍🦰 Shanks Is biromantic-demisexual. He finds it easier to sleep with men, but he has so few opportunities to meet and form an emotional bond with someone new, he hasn't had sex in ages and is fine with it. He occasionally masturbates and is so vocal he could be heard by the whole ship (which is something no one wants) if he didn't hide his face in his pillow.

🧑‍🦰 He has a surprisingly low tolerance for alcohol, with two being his limit most of the time. He is an happy drunk, the kind to sing, dance and kiss whoever is not quick enough to get away when under the influence; he feels horrible when hangover but recuperates quickly enough.

🧑‍🦰 He considers Benn his best friend together with Buggy, as well as the older brother he never had. When they were younger, one night Shanks got completely plastered, kissed him and clumsily tried to take him to bed. Benn sighed, carried Shanks to his cot and held his forehead while he puked into a bucket. They never spoke about it again, but Shanks was secretely relieved, and ashamed of what he had done even though Benn had already forgotten.

🧑‍🦰 His favourite food is meat - any kind, as long as Lucky Roux is the one cooking it.

🧑‍🦰 He likes to sing, especially with the rest of the crew. He couldn't carry a tune to save his life.

🧑‍🦰 Shanks has met Zeff twice.

🧑‍🦰 His amputation wound stopped hurting relatively quickly, but ten years later, occasionally Shanks feels as if he still has his arm, so much that he instinctively tries to use it to grab things or open a door. A couple of times he even tried to clap.

🧑‍🦰 He is not less strong, dangerous or capable than before losing his arm; rather he is even more so, because people who see him tend to underestimate him.

🧑‍🦰 He wears sandals and pants with elastic waistband because tying shoelaces and fastening buttons is hard when you only have one hand; nevertheless, occasionally he still wears button-up shirts... sometimes unfastened down to his navel.

🧑‍🦰 He killed his first man when he was twelve, to defend himself, and he was horrified. He has never killed a man without a good reason.

🧑‍🦰 Some say he loves Luffy because he sees himself in the boy; he doesn't. He loves Luffy (among other things) because he knows the child has the potential to surpass him.

🧑‍🦰 His dearest memory, besides the ones that concern Luffy and his mother, is about that time at sixteen he saw a mermaid jumping out of the water. Someone (including Buggy, who was jealous he had seen nothing) told him it had probably been a large fish or a seal, but the captain believed him.

🧑‍🦰 The worst moment of his life, even worse than the loss of his arm or his first kill, was the day he had to euthanize a man of his crew. The man had been wounded during a battle, the doctor had told Shanks he was beyond help but it could take him days to die. Shanks told the doctor to distract the patient, he pressed the barrel of his gun to the man's chest, and shot him in the heart. It was the only thing to do, many of his men told him, the most humane, the one his victim himself would have chosen, had he had the chance. It was also the only time in thirty-two years Shanks regretted having pursued his dream to become a pirate.