#Luffy x reader

[dollbrbie]

i wholeheartedly believe that luffy is the biggest munch you’ll ever come across, being the foodie he is. he especially loves having you for dessert after a big meal. ♡

he gobbles you up with a cheeky grin, his face buried between your thighs, licking along your folds and gently nibbling on them. it’s a weird habit he has, but he loves listening to your little gasps that always have him giggling to himself.

he loves kissing in between your thighs when he’s feeling playful, teasing you as you whine at him before pulling him to where he’s supposed to be - he loves it when you do that, unintentionally yanking at his hair that always causes him to moan. speaking of which, when you play with his hair while he’s eating you out, you’ll always hear the sound of his moans as they vibrate against your core.

he’ll kiss and suck on your swollen clit, flicking his tongue in a way that has your back arching. he’s definitely the type that has his eyes closed the entire time, looking like he’s in paradise as he eats you out like a starved man. he’ll knead on your thighs and hips, throwing your legs over his shoulders as his tongue attacks the entrance of your pussy - your moans causing his cock to throb with a choked moan of his own.

he loves when you cum directly on his face, looking up at you with a proud smile as your slick covers the bottom half of his face. he loves seeing your pleasure every time he eats you out, as well as doing it for his own.

but that’s very obvious when each time he gets back up, finally ready to fuck you after eating you out for what felt like hours, you see the evident cum stain in his pants. and he’s never even shameless about it.

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[an-adequate-existence]

Shanks, ever the eternal teasing Captain... I wouldn't want him any other way. 🥰

And who would deny any of them anyway?

Unintentional couple behaviour

you two acts like a loving couple all the time, so what happens when someone points it out?

characters: luffy, kidd, katakuri, shanks and mihawk

(zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo)

a/n: since a loooot asked for more, here I am eheh

words count: around 0.4k - 1.1k each

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── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

You don’t know when it started.

Maybe it was the way Luffy always stole food from your plate, but make sure to never let anyone else touch it.

Maybe it was how he always grabbed your hand first whenever the crew split up.

Maybe it was how he insisted on napping with you, his head always finding your lap, his arms always looping around you like a makeshift pillow.

Whatever it was, it had been going on for way too long. And the worst part is that you never questioned it.

Until now.

It starts with Sanji.

You’re sitting at the dinner table, picking at your food, when Sanji suddenly snorts “You two should just date already.”

You blink “…What?”

Sanji gestures between you and Luffy “You’re basically a couple anyway.”

You choke on your drink.

Luffy just tilts his head, mid-bite “Huh?”

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Seriously? You guys act like a couple all the time.”

You open your mouth to argue, to deny everything, but then Nami nods “He’s right, you know.”

Usopp grins “Yeah, I mean, have you even seen yourselves?”

Franky chuckles “Super obvious, bro.”

You stare. And then Zoro, of all people, grunts “They’re not wrong.”

Your brain short-circuits. Luffy just blinks at all of them, then turns to you “Wait… are we a couple?”

Your face burns “No!”

The crew groans.

“Oh, come on.”

“You’re in denial.”

“This is painful to watch.”

You glare “We’re just friends!”

Luffy nods “Yeah! Just friends!”

The crew stares. Then Brook smiles “Oh? Then you wouldn’t mind if I asked y/n out on a date?”

Silence.

Then Luffy’s fork snaps in half and the table goes dead quiet.

Luffy grins at Brook, but it’s not his usual happy-go-lucky grin. It’s the grin he wears before picking a fight.

“Yohoho,” Brook laughs nervously “Just kidding.”

Luffy hums, still smiling “Good.”

Your stomach flips because holy shit. That was jealousy. Luffy was jealous... Over you.

The realization haunts you for the rest of the night. Because if Luffy was jealous then what did that mean?

Did he actually—?

No.

No, this is Luffy. He’s just protective. That’s just who he is.

…Right?

You barely sleep, and the next morning you wake up to Luffy in your bed.

Sprawled across your mattress. Arms locked around your waist. Face buried in your shoulder.

Like it’s completely normal.

Like he always does this.

Your heart pounds.

Because—wait!

He does always do this. Every night. Every time you’re on the Sunny, he sneaks into your bed without even asking. And you never questioned it.

Because it was just Luffy.

But now everything feels different.

You slowly try to move, but his grip tightens.

“Mm… don’t go” he mumbles sleepily, lips brushing against your skin.

And that’s it. You lose it.

“LUFFY, WHAT ARE WE?!”

Luffy jerks awake “Huh—?”

“What are we?!” you repeat, flustered as hell.

Luffy rubs his eyes, confused “We’re us.”

You groan “That’s not an answer!”

He tilts his head “What do you mean?”

You gesture wildly “This! Us! The sleeping together! The hand-holding! The food-sharing!”

Luffy suddenly grins “Oh.”

Your heart stops “What do you mean, oh?”

Luffy laughs. And then, without hesitation, he leans in and kisses you.

Soft. Certain.

Like he’s been waiting to do it forever.

You freeze. Your brain short-circuits.

He pulls back, grinning “So? Are we a couple now?”

You gape “…WHAT?!”

Luffy just laughs “Well, we’ve basically been dating this whole time, right?”

Your eye twitches “AND YOU KNEW?!”

Luffy shrugs “I just thought you knew too.”

You sputter, because what the hell. What the actual hell. Luffy just decided you were dating. And you never even noticed.

You flop back onto the bed.

Luffy just grins, tugging you closer “You’re thinking too much” he mumbles, nuzzling against you.

Your heart races.

Your face is burning.

But… maybe the crew was right. Maybe you and Luffy were always meant to be.

Even if you were the last person to realize it.

── .✦ Eustass Kidd:

You’ve always known Kid was the stubborn type. He was gruff, intense, and always had that tough guy act. But lately, you’ve noticed something strange. The more you were around him, the more he didn’t seem to mind you being there. In fact, he almost seemed to expect it.

It starts with those small things, things he doesn’t think twice about. Like when you’re both sitting on the deck, and a gust of wind hits just as you’re about to stand. Before you can catch your balance, Kid’s hand shoots out, steadying you. He doesn’t say anything, but his grip lingers just long enough for you to notice.

“Watch it” he mutters, his usual gruff tone, but there’s something softer behind his eyes. You smile but say nothing. Killer, standing nearby, simply raises an eyebrow before looking away, smirking under his mask.

A few days later, when the crew is at port, you notice Kid keeping an eye on you more than usual. Every time someone gets too close or even bumps into you, his sharp gaze zeroes in, and he doesn’t hesitate to step in between you and whoever’s too close. At one point, a shady pirate from a different crew tries to flirt with you. Before you can even respond, Kid steps forward, pushing the pirate away with a low growl.

“Get lost.”

You blink, surprised at his intensity, but he doesn’t look at you, just at the pirate who’s now backing off.

“Kid, I can handle myself” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Doesn’t mean you should have to” he grumbles under his breath, clearly annoyed by something. He turns away before you can say anything else, muttering about how annoying it is to babysit you. But you know it’s not just that.

The crew knows it too.

Heat lets out a low whistle as he passes by “Damn, Captain, didn’t know you were the protective boyfriend type.”

Kid turns on him with a glare “Shut the hell up.”

Heat just laughs, walking away. You shake your head, but the warmth in your chest lingers.

Then, it all comes to a head one evening. The crew’s just finished a round of celebrations, the ship rocking gently in the quiet of the night. You’re leaning against the rail, enjoying the peace when you feel him behind you.

“Can’t sleep?” Kid asks, his voice low as usual.

You turn around, finding him standing there, arms crossed, the moonlight casting a soft glow over his scowling face.

“I could ask you the same thing” you reply.

There’s a quiet moment as you both stand there, not speaking. His eyes never leave yours, and the tension between you both seems to grow with every passing second.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching. Instinctively, you move closer to Kid. You don’t even think about it, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his hand shifts from where it was casually resting at his side to just hovering near your waist.

The ship creaks, the quiet atmosphere making you both more aware of each other’s presence. He doesn’t speak. Neither do you. His fingers are so close, just barely grazing your side as if to assure himself you’re right there.

The closeness feels… different. Intimate.

You glance up at him “Kid?” you ask softly, your heart beating a little faster.

He doesn’t answer immediately, instead, his eyes flicker over your face, and you can see the internal struggle within him. It’s a battle, and for a second, you think he might just ignore it, keep up the stubborn front.

But then, his hand finally rests against your side. His touch isn’t harsh, but gentle. You don’t pull away.

“I don’t know why I keep doing this shit” he admits, his voice low but clear “But when it comes to you… I don’t want to risk something happening.”

You blink, surprised “Risk what?”

His gaze softens, and the gruffness in his tone fades away. He looks straight at you, the usual deflective annoyance replaced with something more vulnerable.

“I don’t want anyone else near you. Not after I saw that idiot trying to hit on you.”

You smile, your heart fluttering in your chest “Kid, I’m not a damsel in distress.”

“I know,” he replies quickly, but there’s no hiding the quiet affection in his voice now “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

His words hit you harder than you expected, and before you can even respond, something unspoken passes between you both. In a split second, his lips are near yours, and the kiss is soft, almost hesitant, like he’s still not sure if he’s allowed to show this side of himself.

But you kiss him back, your hand gently resting against his chest. The kiss lingers for a moment longer than either of you anticipated, but it feels like the world has paused, like this is the only thing that matters in that moment.

When you pull away, you both stand there in silence, but this time, it’s not awkward. It’s comfortable.

And then the moment is completely shattered by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You both snap your heads toward the entrance to the deck, where Killer and Wire are standing, watching with amused expressions.

“So,” Wire says, smirking, “you two finally gonna admit you’re basically married, or should we keep pretending this isn’t happening?”

Your face heats up immediately, but Kid just groans, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Go to hell” he grumbles.

Killer just shakes his head “Too late, Captain. Everyone’s been taking bets on when you’d figure it out.”

You gape “What?”

Wire grins “Yeah. Heat won. He said you’d kiss before the next port. Guess we owe him a round of drinks.”

Kid looks absolutely done. You, on the other hand, can’t help but laugh. Because honestly? It’s not surprising.

You look back up at Kid, who’s still scowling but isn’t pulling away from you. You squeeze his hand briefly before grinning.

“Guess we were the last ones to know, huh?”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head, but there’s no real annoyance in his expression anymore. Just acceptance. And maybe, just maybe, the start of something real.

── .✦ Red-Haired Shanks:

Being part of the Red Hair Pirates meant living in a constant mess of drinking, laughing, and reckless adventures.

And somehow you ended up being the most responsible one. Which was probably why everyone assumed you and Shanks were together.

The problem?

You weren’t.

But apparently, no one got the memo.

It starts with Yasopp.

You’re in the middle of patching up Shanks’ arm because, once again, he got into a bar fight for fun, when Yasopp smirks at you from across the deck.

“You know,” he says casually, “you’re basically married to him at this point.”

You nearly stab Shanks with the needle.

“What?!”

Shanks, meanwhile, just laughs.

And the worst part? He doesn’t even deny it.

“C’mon,” Yasopp continues, “you take care of him, clean up after him, yell at him when he’s reckless...”

“I yell at all of you.”

“Yeah, but you baby him.”

Shanks grins “It’s true. You do.”

You glare “I do not.”

Shanks just shrugs “If you say so.”

And that should be the end of it. But it’s not.

Because after that the whole crew starts treating you like... ugh.

“Oi, Y/N! Can you grab Shanks another drink?”

“Y/N, tell the captain to stop picking fights with Marines again.”

“Hey, Y/N, Shanks says he wants something spicy, maybe you could help... and it's not about food”

You want to scream.

But Shanks?

Shanks just goes along with it. Smiling. Laughing. Letting everyone assume you’re his.

And the worst part is that you let them, because deep down you don’t hate the idea.

And that’s dangerous.

Then one night, it all clicks.

You’re sitting at a bonfire, surrounded by the crew, listening to them sing and drink and bicker over who can hold their liquor best.

You’re not paying attention until you hear your name.

“So, Captain,” Lucky Roux says, “when’s the wedding?”

You choke on your drink. But before you can argue, Shanks just grins.

“Oh, give it time.”

The crew erupts into laughter.

You just stare at him.

Because... what????

Shanks turns to you, smiling like he didn’t just casually imply he plans on marrying you.

And something in his expression—

Something warm. Something knowing.

It hits you all at once.

The hand-holding. The lingering touches. The way he always pulls you onto his lap when there’s no room to sit.

The way he lets you fuss over him when he gets hurt, the way he only ever listens to you.

The way he looks at you like you’re something precious.

Your heart pounds.

And Shanks just grins against your lips.

“Took you long enough” he murmurs.

And when you pull back, breathless, flustered, you realize that maybe you’ve been his this whole time.

You blink, heart still racing as the weight of his words settles in. The laughter of the crew fades into background noise, the warmth of the bonfire casting flickering shadows over Shanks’ face. He’s watching you, waiting, like he already knows the answer, like he’s known it for years.

And maybe he has.

Maybe he’s been waiting for you to catch up.

Your throat is dry. You open your mouth, but no words come out, just a strangled sound of disbelief.

Shanks chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners “You alright there, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like he hasn’t just upended everything you thought you knew.

Your hands tighten in his shirt, and you can’t tell if it’s to ground yourself or to pull him closer “You...” you swallow, voice quieter now, meant just for him “You should’ve said something...”

He tilts his head, considering “I thought I did. Plenty of times.”

You scowl, smacking his chest lightly, which only makes him laugh “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Oh, I know.” His fingers brush your jaw, featherlight, reverent “I just like seeing you all flustered.”

You groan, but you don’t pull away. And well, that says everything, doesn’t it?

And Shanks knows it too, because his grin softens, something unreadable flickering in his gaze “So,” he murmurs, close enough that his breath tickles your lips, “now that you’ve finally figured it out, what do you plan to do about it?”

The challenge is there, teasing, but there’s something raw beneath it, something real.

You take a breath. Then, before you can overthink it, you grab the front of his coat and pull him in, kissing him again, firmer this time.

The crew erupts in cheers. Someone whistles. Someone else yells about winning a bet.

But all you can focus on is the way Shanks smiles against your lips, like he’s just won something far more important.

And maybe you have too.

── .✦ Charlotte Katakuri:

The first time someone calls you Katakuri’s spouse, you nearly drop your mochi donut.

“Excuse me, what?”

The Big Mom Pirates stare at you like you’re stupid.

“Well, yeah,” Oven says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world “You take care of him, he lets you into his tea time, you’re the only one who sees his face—”

Brûlée smirks “And you always defend him when people talk behind his back.”

Daifuku nods “Might as well be married already.”

You sputter “That doesn’t mean—! We’re not—! He’s just my commander!”

Oven raises an eyebrow “You ever see Katakuri treat anyone else the way he treats you?”

You freeze.

Because... okay.

That’s a good point.

Katakuri isn’t exactly warm with people. He’s respected, feared, distant. A perfectionist. The strongest Sweet Commander.

And yet, with you?

He lets you tease him. Lets you see him.

Lets you in.

Your stomach flips.

And you don’t know what to do with that.

You try to forget about it.

But after that you start noticing things.

The way Katakuri always saves you the best snacks at tea time.

The way he steps in front of you during battles without thinking.

The way he lets you touch him, his arm, his back, his face.

His unguarded moments are always with you.

And suddenly you can’t ignore it.

Neither can the crew.

It all comes to a head one evening.

You’re sitting with Katakuri in his usual spot, tea cooling beside him, the setting sun casting a warm glow over his sharp features. He’s eating, as usual, but his guard is down because you’re here.

And then the words slip out.

“…Katakuri.”

He glances at you, chewing “Hm?”

You hesitate. Then screw it.

“Are we… something?”

Katakuri pauses.

Slowly, he sets his cup down. Then he exhales, like he’s been waiting for this.

“You tell me,” he says, voice steady “Would it bother you if we were?”

Your heart pounds. Because no, it wouldn’t.

You swallow “No.”

Katakuri watches you for a long moment. Then, he smirks.

“Then I suppose we are.”

Your brain short-circuits.

“Wait—WHAT?!”

Katakuri chuckles, low and deep “Did you really think I’d let just anyone this close to me?”

You gasp, because hold on. Has he known this whole time?!

Your face burns “You could’ve said something sooner, you jerk!”

Katakuri just leans closer, his presence overwhelming.

“…Would you have been ready to hear it?”

You freeze, because damn it.

He’s right.

── .✦ Dracule Mihawk:

Living on Kuraigana Island with Mihawk isn’t easy, but somehow, you get used to it.

You get used to the silence. The way he watches you over the rim of his wine glass. The way he corrects your sword stance with the barest touch of his fingers.

You get used to the way he does things for you without asking, bringing you an extra plate at meals, fixing your sword when it’s damaged, moving his coat so you don’t sit on the cold stone steps.

It’s just how he is... Or so you think.

Until one day Perona stares at the two of you across the dining table and snorts.

“You guys act like a married couple.”

You choke on your drink. Mihawk just raises an eyebrow.

Perona grins “Oh, come on! You live together, train together, eat together—hell, you even drink out of each other’s cups sometimes!”

You freeze.

Because—wait. When did that start happening?!

You sneak a glance at Mihawk, expecting him to argue.

But instead, he just takes a sip of wine and says, “And?”

Your brain short-circuits.

Because what does he mean, ‘and’?!

Perona cackles “Oh, this is gold.”

Meanwhile, you’re too busy spiraling to notice the small, knowing smirk on Mihawk’s lips.

Because the truth is, he knew all along.

The next few days pass in a strange haze. Every time you’re near Mihawk, you’re hyper-aware of his actions. The way he hands you your sword when it’s too heavy for you to lift properly, the way he adjusts your stance when you’re practicing, even the way he leaves his wine glass half-filled so you can sip it without asking.

You can’t help but start noticing the little things. And it makes your stomach do these strange little flips you can’t quite explain.

You try to convince yourself that you’re just overthinking it. After all, you’ve spent so much time together, working side-by-side, that it’s only natural for him to be a bit… attentive. But you can’t help but feel that there’s more to it than that.

One evening, you’re training in the yard. Mihawk is watching from the porch, as usual, but today there’s something different in the air. Maybe it’s the cool breeze, or the strange feeling of him staring at you.

“Focus” he calls out when you fumble with your sword.

You grit your teeth and refocus, sweat already beading on your forehead. Your movements become sharper, more determined, but you can’t quite shake the feeling that something is… off.

When you finish the routine, Mihawk’s still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. He doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel his gaze. You give him a quick, sideways glance, noticing the faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Something wrong?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

His response comes as a slow, deliberate drawl “You still aren’t quite in sync with your sword. I’ve been waiting for you to catch up.”

You feel your face flush, but you push through it “Yeah? Well, I’m not some grandmaster swordsman like you, Mihawk.”

He steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming, but his gaze softens for a moment “You’re getting better. I’m simply making sure you don’t lose track of your progress.”

The softness in his voice catches you off-guard, and for a split second, you feel as if you’re standing on the edge of something, something new.

But you quickly push it aside, shaking it off as just another passing thought. You turn to grab your sword again, determined to change the subject.

“Thanks for the help,” you mutter, trying to keep your voice steady “But I think I need a break. My arms are sore.”

Mihawk doesn’t respond at first. Instead, he merely watches you for a moment before he speaks again, his tone unusually gentle.

“Are you sure you’re fine? You’ve been training for hours without rest.”

You give him a small, appreciative nod “I’ll be fine. You’re too used to looking out for me, Mihawk.”

He lets out a faint chuckle, but you notice that there’s a strange intensity in his gaze now “I suppose I am.”

Before you can react, you feel something slightly off, a flicker of tension between you two.

It’s subtle, but it’s there. And you feel it in the way he looks at you, the way he almost seems to be waiting for you to say something.

But, just like that, the moment passes. He steps back, motioning for you to take a rest.

“I’ll prepare dinner,” he says quietly, as if nothing had happened “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You blink ���You cook?”

“Of course,” he says with a slight, almost invisible smirk “It’s not difficult, and you’ve been working hard all day. You deserve a proper meal.”

You feel your heart race at his words, but you manage to keep it together “Alright, I’ll take you up on that.”

But as Mihawk turns to walk away, you pause.

For just a second, you wonder... has this always been a normal interaction between you two? Or has it grown into something more without you even realizing it?

The unease gnaws at you as you sit down on the steps, watching him disappear into the house.

You’re overthinking it. You’re just friends.

...Right?

Later that evening, you’re sitting across from Mihawk, your meal already finished. The conversation is easy, but there’s still that lingering, unspoken tension hanging in the air.

Finally, Mihawk breaks the silence, his voice low and casual “You’ve been avoiding the subject.”

Your brow furrows in confusion “What subject?”

“The subject of us.”

You choke on your drink, sputtering “What—us?!”

His expression remains unreadable, but there’s a faint glimmer in his eyes “You think I haven’t noticed? You’ve been acting strange around me lately. Ever since Perona made her comment.”

You freeze “I—uh—”

“Let’s stop pretending,” he continues “We’ve been behaving like a couple, whether we admit it or not.”

Your heart starts to race. You open your mouth to deny it, but the words get stuck. Instead, you just stare at him, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.

And that’s when Mihawk leans forward just slightly, his voice dropping lower “I don’t know what you’re feeling, but I do know that I don’t want you to leave.”

The bluntness of his words takes your breath away.

“I never planned to leave” you manage to say, the words barely leaving your lips.

Mihawk gives you a rare, genuine smile, one that’s so small and almost imperceptible that you’re not sure you saw it at all. But something in his eyes shifts.

“Good.”

And just like that, the tension finally breaks.

You’re not sure where this will go. But for now, you’re content to just be here with him, uncertain, but sure of one thing: neither of you are going anywhere.

[zorosgirlfriend]

Hellooooo, good day to youu! I hope you're doing well

can we get monster trio x long hair!reader🥹 imagine them just playing with your hair

tyty!!! have a good one <3

monster trio ~ !! Strands of Affection.

warnings: none.

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Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy doesn’t even try to hide how much he loves your hair.

Whether you’re lying in the Sunny’s lounge or sitting next to him during mealtime,

The moment he notices your long hair flowing over your shoulder,

He's in it.

He rests his chin on your shoulder and starts playing with the strands,

Holding them up and saying things like,

“Whoa, it’s like rope! I bet I could swing from this!”

You raise a brow.

“Luffy, no.”

He grins and nuzzles into your hair anyway.

“It smells really nice though…”

Sometimes he randomly gathers it into a high,

Ridiculous ponytail and declares,

“I call this hairstyle: ‘Battle Mode!’”

You can’t help but laugh,

Especially when he sticks one of your hair ties on your head like a crown and says,

“You’re the captain now!”

He’s so soft with it too.

Absently stroking it while holding you close,

Rubbing his cheek against your head with the gentlest,

“Your hair’s warm…”

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro pretends he doesn’t care.

But oh,

The second you sit beside him,

Your long hair cascading down your back or brushing against his shoulder

He notices.

One time during a nap together,

Your hair draped across his chest.

He acted like it was a bother,

Grunting,

“Oi… your hair’s everywhere…”

But his hand?

Running slow and steady through it.

When you caught him braiding a few strands,

He scoffed,

“Tch. I was bored.”

You smiled.

“You did a good job.”

He looked away with the faintest blush.

“...Yeah, whatever.”

Sometimes when you're standing in front of him,

Talking to someone else,

He'll grab a piece of your hair just to feel it run through his fingers.

“Too long,”

He mutters.

“Could trip someone.”

But he keeps touching it.

Quietly,

Secretly enjoying the silkiness.

You once tied a little ribbon in your hair and Zoro tugged on it.

“Cute,”

He said under his breath.

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji is weak for your long hair.

Full-on heart eyes.

The first time he saw it cascading down your back after a shower?

He forgot how to breathe.

“Mon trésor… do you know what you do to me with hair like this?”

You giggled and turned around just as he gently reached for a lock.

“May I?”

You nodded,

And that was it.

Every chance he gets,

He’s either brushing your hair with the utmost care,

Running his fingers through it,

Or braiding little sections.

“You deserve the royal treatment,”

He says while humming,

Brushing your hair like it’s a sacred ritual.

Sometimes he kisses the top of your head and whispers,

“So soft… you’re so, so lovely.”

He’s obsessed with styling it too.

“One braid? Two? I was thinking maybe a loose bun for dinner, angel.”

He even shows you off proudly to the crew like,

“Look how stunning they are today, have you seen their hair? I did the braid!”

[2b4st4r]

Hi! If you're not busy, can I request luffy and readers toddler daughter (is like 6yrs old) accidentally time travel to the past where luffy and reader are not together yet. And the thing is: the little girl is a complete copy of luffy, same color of hair and eyes, same gullible attitude, and the same love for meat and adventures.

Past & Future

Luffy x f! Reader

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Summary: This story follows the Straw Hat Pirates years after Luffy became the Pirate King, now with his six-year-old daughter, Lanko, who bears an uncanny resemblance to him, and her mother, Y/N, a key member of the crew. When a mysterious pirate attacks, sending Lanko to the past with a devil fruit ability, the future Straw Hats unleash their fury, brutally dispatching the assailant. Meanwhile, Lanko finds herself on a younger, less-worn Thousand Sunny, encountering younger versions of her parents and their crew, who are utterly bewildered by her appearance and her claims of being Luffy and Y/N's daughter. After a heartwarming but confusing interaction where Lanko’s innate Luffy-like traits are evident, she mysteriously returns to her own time, leaving the past Straw Hats to ponder their surprising future.

Warning: This story contains instances of child endangerment, brief descriptions of a gruesome death and violence, and implied time travel use of Y/N

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! I’m still trying to get used to tumbler so it might not be the best. LANKO IS READER SND LUFFYS DAUGHTER

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The salty spray of the Grand Line kissed Lanko’s cheeks as she darted across the deck, her bare feet slapping against the worn timber. A tiny whirlwind of boundless energy, she was a spitting image of her father: the same unruly black hair, the same wide, innocent eyes, and a grin that stretched just as far. “Catch me, Papa!” she squealed, a six-year-old whirlwind of giggles and pure, unadulterated joy.

“Shishishi! You’ll never escape the great Pirate King!” a familiar voice boomed, and a much larger, equally chaotic figure lunged after her. Monkey D. Luffy, King of the Pirates, was in his element, playing tag with his daughter under the endless blue sky. Five years had passed since he’d claimed the greatest treasure and the title, but not an ounce of his childlike enthusiasm had faded. Lanko was every bit his legacy—a tiny, insatiable ball of curiosity, a bottomless pit for meat, and a spirit as free as the ocean itself. From the ship’s railing, a gentle smile graced Y/N’s lips as she watched her two adventurers, her heart swelling with a love as vast as the sea they sailed.

Lanko, giggling, finally stumbled into her mother's outstretched arms, a flurry of black hair and joyful squeals. Y/N hugged her close, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s forehead. "You two are impossible," she laughed, her eyes twinkling as Luffy, still breathless from their game, flopped dramatically onto the deck beside them.

“But it’s fun, right, Y/N?” Luffy grinned up at her, his signature straw hat tilted slightly. He reached out and gently took her hand, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her skin.

Y/N leaned down, ruffling Luffy’s already messy hair. “It is fun, you big kid. But someone’s going to be starving soon, and we all know who that’ll be.” She winked at Lanko, who instantly perked up.

“Meat! Papa, meat!” Lanko bounced in Y/N’s lap, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Luffy’s face lit up, an exact mirrored expression of his daughter’s. “Shishishi! See, Y/N? She gets it! A true adventurer needs her meat!” He scrambled to his feet, pulling both Y/N and Lanko up with him. “Come on! Sanji must have something amazing cooking!”

As they walked towards the galley, Luffy swung Lanko onto his shoulders, her laughter echoing across the deck. Y/N walked beside them, her arm linked through Luffy’s. The sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, casting long, peaceful shadows. This was their life now: a ship full of nakama, endless adventures, and the warmth of a family built on laughter, love, and an insatiable appetite for life’s simple joys. The Pirate King, his queen, and their little princess, sailing towards whatever tomorrow brought, together.

The easygoing atmosphere shattered in an instant. A jarring CRUNCH reverberated through the Thousand Sunny, followed by the screech of metal. "Enemy attack!" Usopp's panicked cry cut through the air, quickly joined by the booming of cannons.

Luffy’s playful grin vanished, replaced by a steely, focused expression. “Alright, crew! Let’s go!”

Zoro was already drawing his swords, a dangerous glint in his eye. Sanji, ever the gentleman, instantly shifted from culinary bliss to battle-ready stance. Nami, ever practical, was already pointing her Clima-Tact, calculating wind currents. Chopper, ever loyal, transformed into his Guard Point, while Robin coolly observed the encroaching ship with her keen eyes. Franky let out a “SUPER!” yell, readying his weapons, and Brook unsheathed his sword, a chilling, yet elegant, "Yohohoho!" echoing on the wind.

Y/N, without a word, scooped up Lanko, her movements swift and practiced. “Down below, sweetie. You know the drill,” she said, her voice calm despite the chaos erupting around them. Lanko, though usually boisterous, understood the gravity of the situation. Her small face was serious as she nodded, burying her face into her mother’s shoulder.

“Be safe, Mama! Papa!” she whispered, as Y/N quickly carried her towards the hatch leading to the lower decks, Sanji covering their retreat.

Luffy watched them disappear, a flicker of concern in his eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by his unwavering resolve. He stretched his arm, rubbery and formidable. “Alright! Let’s show these guys who they’re messing with!” The roar of cannon fire intensified, but the Straw Hat Pirates, seasoned by countless battles, met the challenge head-on. Their captain, the Pirate King, stood ready, his nakama by his side, prepared to defend their ship, their dreams, and the precious, innocent life they’d just sent to safety.

The roar of battle raged for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only ten minutes. Cannons boomed, steel clashed, and the familiar shouts of the Straw Hats filled the air. Then, cutting through the cacophony, a sound that froze them all: a high-pitched, terror-stricken scream.

"Lanko!" Y/N shrieked, her voice raw with fear. Luffy's head snapped around, his eyes wide with a primal fury. How had they gotten to her?

On the shattered remnants of the lower deck, amidst splintered wood and scattered supplies, a gruff-looking pirate stood over a trembling Lanko. His hand hovered inches from her face, his index finger glowing with an ominous, sickly green light. Lanko was huddled on the floor, her small hands pressed to her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

"One move, Straw Hats," the pirate snarled, his voice gravelly, "and this little brat gets a taste of true despair." He looked directly at Luffy, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "You call yourself the Pirate King? Watch as your own flesh and blood vanishes." He didn't know the full power of his Toki Toki no Mi (Time-Time Fruit), only that it could erase people from existence. He had no idea he was threatening to send the Pirate King's daughter to a time unknown.

A guttural growl ripped from Luffy’s throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated rage that vibrated through the Sunny. Y/N’s face was ashen, her eyes fixed on her daughter, a silent scream caught in her throat.

"Don't you dare!" Luffy bellowed, stretching his arm, rubbery and menacing, towards the pirate. But the man was faster.

With a malicious laugh, the pirate slammed his glowing finger onto Lanko's forehead. A blinding flash of sickly green light erupted, enveloping the little girl. Before anyone could move, before even Luffy's extended arm could reach her, Lanko simply vanished. The light faded, leaving behind only the lingering scent of ozone and the gaping hole in the lower deck where she had been.

Silence, thick and suffocating, fell over the Straw Hats. It was a silence far more terrifying than any battle cry.

Then, the storm broke.

"LANKO!" Y/N screamed, a raw, primal wail of despair as she collapsed to her knees.

Luffy’s eyes were no longer wide with fury, but cold, hard, and utterly murderous. Every muscle in his body tensed, and the air around him crackled with an oppressive haki. "You," he said, his voice deceptively quiet, a tremor of unimaginable power beneath it. "Bring her back. Now."

Zoro’s hand was already on his wado ichimonji, the sheathed blade vibrating with his suppressed bloodlust. Sanji’s leg was cocked, ready to strike, his face contorted in a mask of grim determination. Nami’s Clima-Tact sparked with an ominous electricity, and Robin’s eyes narrowed, a thousand arms ready to bloom. Franky’s cannons hummed with energy, Chopper let out a furious growl, and even the usually composed Brook seemed to radiate a chilling aura.

The pirate, though initially smug, felt a cold dread creep up his spine. He had faced countless pirate crews, but this was different. This wasn't just a challenge; this was the wrath of a father, of a mother, of a family pushed beyond their breaking point.

"What did you do?!" Y/N sobbed, pushing herself up and stumbling towards the man, pure fury in her eyes. "Where did you send her?!"

The pirate, despite his bravado, suddenly looked uncomfortable. "She's... she's not gone for good," he stammered, his bravado cracking under the combined glare of the Straw Hats. He knew his Toki Toki no Mi sent people forward in time, but he had no control over where or when exactly. "She's just... moved. In time."

"Time?" Luffy's voice was a low growl, more dangerous than any roar. "You better bring her back. Or I will tear you apart piece by piece until there's nothing left but dust!"

Meanwhile..

The blinding green light dissipated, and Lanko stumbled, catching herself before she fell. She squeezed her eyes shut, expecting the splintered deck of her father's ship, the frantic shouts of battle. When she opened them, a profound silence met her, broken only by the gentle lapping of waves against a hull.

She was still on the Thousand Sunny, that much was clear. The familiar lion's head figurehead stared out proudly, the grassy deck felt the same under her bare feet, and the smell of the sea was just as salty. But something was… off. The ship looked new. Not a single scratch marred the polished wood, no scorch marks from recent battles, no worn patches from years of adventurous wear and tear. It gleamed, pristine, as if it had just set sail.

And then she saw them.

A young woman with bright orange hair was meticulously drawing a map at a large table, her brow furrowed in concentration. Next to her, a man with a long nose was dramatically recounting a tale to a reindeer, who seemed engrossed. A lean, blond man was humming softly in the galley, a plume of steam rising from a pot. A swordsman with green hair was asleep against the mast, three swords nestled beside him. A dark-haired woman was reading a book, a faint smile on her lips. And a skeleton was playing a gentle tune on his violin.

They were her family, her nakama, but… younger. Much younger. The green-haired swordsman looked less scarred, the blond cook’s face was less lined with battle fatigue, the navigator’s eyes held a youthful spark she didn't usually see. And her mother… she wasn't here. Lanko spun around, searching, but Y/N was nowhere in sight.

The orange-haired woman looked up from her map, her eyes widening slightly as she spotted the small figure. “Hey! Who’s that?” she called out, her voice wary.

Lanko, still reeling from the sudden, jarring change, could only stare. Her six-year-old mind struggled to process this familiar yet alien Sunny, these familiar yet unfamiliar faces. She looked exactly like her father, a tiny, wide-eyed replica, standing utterly alone on a ship that was home, but wasn't.

Lanko’s lower lip began to tremble. The faces of her family, younger and unlined by the battles she knew they’d faced, were now staring at her with confused, almost suspicious eyes. This wasn’t home. Not her home. A sob hitched in her throat, raw with sudden, overwhelming fear.

“Daddy! Mommy!” she wailed, her voice small and shaky, echoing strangely in the quiet air. Tears welled in her big, dark eyes, identical to her father’s.

The orange-haired woman, Nami, exchanged a glance with the long-nosed man, Usopp. “Daddy? Mommy?” Nami mumbled, then her eyes widened as she took in Lanko’s features more closely. “Wait a minute… she looks just like…”

Before she could finish the thought, the door to the galley burst open with a familiar, explosive energy. “Meat! Is Sanji making meat yet? I’m starving!”

And then he stepped out.

He was undeniably Luffy. The same wild, black hair, the same boundless energy practically radiating off him, the same intense focus, currently aimed at the galley. But he was younger, much younger, without the subtle gravitas of the Pirate King she knew.

Their eyes met. Young Luffy blinked, his perpetual grin faltering as he saw the tiny, crying girl. His head tilted, a familiar gesture. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice still full of an almost aggressive curiosity.

Lanko’s sobs hitched. She saw him. Her Papa. Younger, but still him. The sight of his familiar face, even in this strange, new form, broke through her fear. Her little arms instinctively reached out.

“Papa!” she cried, a joyous, desperate sound, and dashed across the deck, launching herself at the bewildered young captain.

The entire Straw Hat crew collectively gasped. The resemblance, uncanny before, was now undeniable. Two identical faces, two sets of wide, dark eyes, two explosions of black hair. The only difference was the height and the fact that one was a little girl, clinging fiercely to a young man who looked exactly like her.

Luffy, momentarily stunned, instinctively caught the small girl, who wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. "Papa! I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I tried to hide, but he found me, and his hand glowed, and I didn’t mean to disappear, I promise!” Her words tumbled out in a teary, incoherent rush, punctuated by hiccuping breaths.

The younger Straw Hats stared, utterly bewildered.

“’Disappear’?” Nami repeated slowly, looking between the crying girl and their equally confused captain. “What is she even talking about?”

Usopp, ever the quick thinker (or quick fabricator), dramatically clutched his head. “Aha! I’ve got it! It’s… it’s a temporal displacement anomaly! She’s from the future! Yes! A time traveler!” He puffed out his chest, completely convinced by his own spur-of-the-moment lie. “That villain must have used a… a ‘Time-Time Fruit’ to send her here!”

“Time travel? Usopp, don’t be ridiculous!” Sanji scoffed, though he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene. The resemblance was uncanny, almost spooky.

Luffy, meanwhile, was completely absorbed in Lanko. He gently patted her back, his brow furrowed in concern, though he didn't grasp a single word of her apology. “Hey, hey, why are you crying?” he asked, his usual boisterous tone softened. “Did you get hungry? Did someone take your meat?” His priorities, even in the face of a crying, time-displaced child, remained refreshingly simple. “Don’t worry, no one’s gonna hurt you here! We’ll just find you some meat!”

Lanko, still sniffling, looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, so much like his own. “Meat?” she whispered, her tears momentarily forgotten.

“Shishishi! Yeah, meat!” Luffy grinned, his concern immediately shifting to the promise of food. He hoisted her onto his shoulders, her small, identical face now perched above his, still streaked with tears but already showing the glimmer of a hopeful, familiar smile.

The rest of the crew exchanged exasperated glances. They had a miniature, crying version of their captain on their hands, apparently from the future, and their actual captain was already bonding over food. This was going to be a long day.

As Luffy, oblivious to the existential crisis unfolding around him, bounced Lanko on his shoulders, the rest of the Straw Hats watched in a mix of awe and disbelief.

“Did you see that?” Usopp whispered, nudging Nami. “The way her eyes lit up at ‘meat’! It’s just like him!”

Nami nodded slowly, a dawning realization spreading across her face. “It’s not just how she looks, Usopp. It’s… everything. She’s got his exact same level of… well, Luffyness.”

Down below, Lanko was already chattering excitedly. “Is it really meat, Papa? Like, a whole mountain of it? With bones to gnaw on?” Her tiny fists pumped the air, her face already mirroring Luffy’s enthusiastic grin.

“Shishishi! Of course! Sanji makes the best meat!” Luffy declared, completely delighted by her reaction. “We’ll eat until our bellies burst!”

Sanji, despite being a bit flustered by the sudden appearance of a child who looked exactly like his captain, couldn't help but crack a small smile at the sheer, unadulterated joy radiating from the pair. “Alright, alright, you two bottomless pits,” he called out, heading back into the galley with a fond sigh.

Zoro, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up, a rare smirk on his face. “Looks like we’ve got two idiots on our hands now.”

Robin chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling. “Indeed. Her innocent wonder, her immediate focus on food… it’s quite remarkable.”

Even Chopper, who had been whimpering with worry a moment ago, found himself giggling at Lanko’s unbridled excitement. She wasn’t just a mini-Luffy in appearance; she embodied his very essence – his unwavering optimism, his simple desires, his utter gullibility, and that unshakeable love for adventure that always, inevitably, led them into trouble. She was a carbon copy, right down to her impulsive dashes and infectious giggles. The crew knew, with a sinking feeling of inevitability, that their lives had just become even more chaotic.

Just as the younger Straw Hats were beginning to process the sheer audacity of Lanko’s mini-Luffy persona, a familiar, slightly exasperated voice cut through the air. “What in the world is going on out here? I swear, if someone broke Sanji’s favorite pan again, I’m putting them on dish duty for a month!”

Y/N stepped onto the deck, her hands on her hips, her eyes immediately scanning the chaos. She had been below deck, organizing supplies with a meticulousness that sharply contrasted with the usual Straw Hat pandemonium. Her (hair color) hair was pulled back, a few wisps escaping, and her expression, though firm, held a hint of amusement – a typical look when dealing with her chaotic crewmates.

Her gaze landed first on the unusual sight of a tiny girl perched on Luffy’s shoulders, then on the shocked faces of the rest of the crew. “Seriously, what’s all the ruckus about?” she asked, already walking closer, her usual calm demeanor slightly ruffled by the sheer volume of the commotion.

Lanko, who had been mid-giggle about the promise of meat, froze. Her wide, dark eyes, identical to Luffy's, locked onto Y/N. A gasp escaped her lips, and the nascent smile vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated relief.

“Mama!”

The single word ripped through the air, sharp and clear. Lanko launched herself from Luffy’s shoulders with astonishing speed, a tiny blur of black hair. She didn't hesitate, didn't even stumble, but propelled herself straight into Y/N’s arms, burying her face into her side.

“Mama?”

The question reverberated among the stunned Straw Hats. Nami’s jaw dropped. Usopp’s eyes bugged out even further. Sanji nearly dropped the serving tray he was unconsciously holding. Zoro’s perpetual smirk disappeared, replaced by genuine shock. Luffy, surprisingly, looked less surprised and more bewildered, as if wondering why his new tiny friend had suddenly abandoned him.

Y/N, caught completely off guard, instinctively wrapped her arms around the small child clinging to her. Her eyes, filled with confusion, darted from Lanko’s sobbing face to the shocked expressions of her crew, and finally, to the very familiar, very Luffy-like features of the little girl now nestled against her. A cold dread, mixed with an unshakeable sense of déjà vu, began to settle in her stomach.

“Mama!” Lanko sobbed into Y/N’s side, her tiny hands clutching Y/N’s shirt as if she were the last anchor in a storm.

Y/N, utterly bewildered, instinctively tightened her hold on the child. Her mind raced, grappling with the impossible. Mama? She wasn’t a mother. She and Luffy… they were close, yes, closer than anyone else on the crew, a bond forged in countless adventures and shared dreams. But certainly not that close. Not yet.

“What… what is going on?” Y/N asked, her voice a strained whisper as she looked at the baffled faces of her crewmates.

Nami, pale and wide-eyed, pointed a trembling finger at the little girl. “She just called you ‘Mama’!”

“And she called Luffy ‘Papa’!” Usopp squeaked, half-hiding behind Zoro. “This is insane! They look exactly alike! And she just jumped out of nowhere!”

Luffy, still standing with his arms outstretched where Lanko had been a moment ago, finally piped up. “But she called me Papa first! Why’d she leave?” he pouted, genuinely confused by Lanko’s sudden defection.

Y/N looked down at the sobbing child, who was now peeking up at her through tear-filled eyes, so painfully familiar. The same wide, innocent dark eyes as Luffy. The same messy black hair. Even the same tear-streaked, slightly grubby face. It was like looking at a miniature, female version of their captain.

“Sweetheart,” Y/N began gently, trying to keep her voice calm despite the mounting confusion. “I don’t… I don’t understand. Who are you?” She stroked Lanko’s hair, her gaze searching for some explanation in the child’s tear-soaked face.

Lanko only cried harder, clinging tighter. “It’s me, Lanko! Don’t you remember? We were playing tag, and then the bad man… and the green light…”

The green light. Y/N’s eyes flashed to Usopp. “Usopp, what was that ridiculous thing you were saying about time travel?”

Usopp gulped, taking a step back from Y/N’s intense stare. “Well, I mean, it’s just a theory! But she said ‘disappear,’ and then she called him Papa and you Mama, and she looks exactly like… well, you know!” He gestured wildly between Luffy and Lanko.

The revelation hung in the air, absurd yet undeniable. This child, Lanko, with her uncanny resemblance to Luffy, calling them ‘Mama’ and ‘Papa’… could she really be from the future? A future where Y/N and Luffy were… together? The thought was both staggering and utterly unbelievable. They were just friends, incredibly close friends, but the idea of a family… it was a leap of faith neither of them had even considered. Yet, here she was, living proof of an impossible future.

Y/N held Lanko close, her mind reeling. The child’s warmth against her, the dampness of her tears, the unmistakable face staring up at her—it was all too real to be a dream. She looked at Luffy, who was now scratching his head, a thoughtful frown on his face. He seemed to be piecing things together in his own simplistic way.

“So,” Luffy began, his voice surprisingly soft. “She’s… our kid?” He pointed first at himself, then at Y/N, then back at Lanko, as if confirming a challenging math problem.

Nami buried her face in her hands. “Luffy, don’t just accept it like that! It’s impossible! We’re not even…” She trailed off, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Sanji, for once speechless, just lit a cigarette and exhaled a long plume of smoke, his eyes wide. Zoro merely grunted, but even he seemed utterly baffled, his hand still instinctively on his katana.

Y/N, however, was already looking past the impossibility. She felt a strange, protective surge for the little girl in her arms. Lanko might be from an impossible future, but she was terrified and crying. “Lanko,” Y/N said, her voice gentle, “can you tell us your full name?”

Lanko sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “Lanko… Lanko Monkey.”

The name hung in the air, a definitive, undeniable connection. Monkey. Luffy’s surname.

Luffy’s eyes widened even further, then a slow, wide grin stretched across his face. “Shishishi! My name! She’s got my name!” He clapped his hands together, suddenly beaming. The gravity of the situation, the impossible time travel, the sheer improbability of it all, seemed to completely bypass him. He was just excited about having a mini-him.

Y/N, on the other hand, felt a blush creep up her neck. Lanko Monkey. Their daughter. The thought, once unthinkable, now felt oddly… warm. She looked at Luffy, whose eyes were now sparkling with an adventurous glee that only Lanko seemed to share.

“So, you’re really from the future, Lanko?” Usopp ventured, cautiously approaching. “And Luffy’s… your dad? And Y/N’s… your mom?” He still sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

Lanko nodded earnestly, her tears drying. “Uh-huh! Papa���s the Pirate King! And Mama helps him! And we have lots of adventures and eat lots of meat!” She seemed to have forgotten her earlier terror, now fully embracing the wonder of explaining her life.

The crew stared, dumbfounded. The Pirate King. Luffy. It was their dream, their ultimate goal, but hearing it spoken so casually by a child who was apparently their captain’s own flesh and blood… it made the dream feel incredibly, tangibly close. And the fact that Y/N was by his side, his partner, his wife, the mother of his child… that was a revelation all its own.

“The Pirate King…” Robin murmured, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “It seems our future is quite… interesting.”

Y/N tightened her embrace on Lanko, a mix of shock, fear, and a burgeoning sense of wonder swirling within her. This little girl, their daughter, was a living, breathing paradox. How would they get her back? And what did her sudden appearance mean for their own present?

“So, you’re really from the future, Lanko?” Usopp pressed, his voice still a shaky mix of disbelief and morbid curiosity. “And Luffy’s… your dad? And Y/N’s… your mom?”

Lanko nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling with innocent conviction. “Uh-huh! Papa’s the Pirate King! And Mama helps him! And we have lots of adventures and eat lots of meat!” She then looked up at Y/N with wide, earnest eyes. “Are we gonna have meat now, Mama? I’m hungry from time traveling!”

Y/N let out a small, bewildered laugh, a sound that was half amusement, half sheer bewilderment. “Time traveling hunger, huh?” She looked at the rest of the crew, who were still processing this bombshell.

Luffy, meanwhile, had been silently absorbing Lanko’s explanation, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then, his face broke into his signature wide, unshakeable grin. “Shishishi! That makes sense! I really like Y/N!” He declared, completely oblivious to the blushing that immediately stained Y/N’s cheeks and the collective groan from the rest of the crew.

“Luffy, you idiot!” Nami spluttered, burying her face in her hands. Sanji’s eyebrow twitched, and even Zoro looked like he wanted to facepalm.

Y/N felt her heart do a strange little flip. He really liked her. Hearing it so casually, so innocently, from his younger self, after holding their future daughter… it was overwhelming.

“So, you’re just… accepting this, Luffy?” Robin asked, a small smile playing on her lips, clearly amused by the captain’s straightforward, utterly naive acceptance of the impossible.

“Why not?” Luffy tilted his head. “She looks just like me! And she likes meat! And she says Y/N’s her mama, and I like Y/N a lot, so that’s good!” He beamed, as if solving a particularly tricky puzzle with remarkable ease. For Luffy, the most complex paradoxes were often resolved by the simplest, most emotionally driven logic.

The crew exchanged resigned glances. There was no reasoning with him when he got like this. Their captain, the man who would be King of the Pirates, was currently too busy marveling at the existence of his future daughter to even consider the mind-boggling implications of time travel or his own future romantic entanglements.

Y/N, still holding Lanko, could only shake her head, a soft smile playing on her lips despite the chaos. It seemed their immediate future involved not only figuring out how to get a six-year-old time traveler back to her own time, but also navigating the very interesting (and now very public) revelation of their own potential future.

Y/N took a deep breath, pushing down the swirling maelstrom of confusion and embarrassment. The future, their relationship, time travel… it was all too much to process right now. Her gaze softened as she looked down at the tiny, hopeful face buried against her. Lanko was here, now, and she was scared and hungry. That was the only reality that mattered at this very moment.

A new side of Y/N emerged, a warmth that had always been present but carefully guarded, now blossoming without restraint. The wall she often kept around herself, a shield against the unpredictable chaos of the Grand Line, seemed to crumble entirely. Her touch became gentler, her voice infused with a tenderness the crew rarely heard from her.

“I bet you’re hungry,” Y/N murmured, brushing a stray strand of black hair from Lanko’s forehead. “If you have Luf— your father’s appetite, you must be absolutely starving.” She caught herself before saying Luffy’s name, the implication of the “father” too raw, too sudden for now. “Let’s go get you something good to eat, hm? Doesn’t that sound good, sweetheart?” Her thumb gently stroked Lanko’s cheek.

Lanko’s eyes, wide and still a little teary, lit up like tiny lanterns. “Meat?” she whispered, a familiar refrain.

Y/N smiled, a soft, genuine smile that reached her eyes. “Yes, sweetheart. Plenty of meat.” She looked up at Sanji, whose usually lovestruck expression was now one of profound awe. “Sanji, could you whip up something special for our… guest?”

Sanji, snapping out of his stupor, puffed out his chest. “Of course, Y/N-chan! Anything for such a cute little lady!” He dashed back into the galley, his usual theatrics slightly muted by the shocking revelation.

The rest of the crew watched, stunned. They had known Y/N as capable, intelligent, resilient, and fiercely loyal. But this raw, instinctive warmth, this immediate, undeniable motherly tenderness… it was a side of her they had never witnessed. It was as if, confronted with an impossible truth, she had simply bypassed the logic and embraced the heart of the matter. Luffy, ever oblivious to the deeper emotional currents, just cheered, “Shishishi! Meat!” and followed them, completely satisfied with this unexpected addition to their crew.

The Straw Hats watched, a silent tableau of surprise. Nami’s mouth was still agape, Sanji had forgotten his cooking, and even Zoro’s usual indifference had cracked. They had always known Y/N was compassionate, especially with Chopper, but this was different. This was a raw, unfiltered maternal instinct, a protective tenderness that stripped away all her usual guardedness. It was a rare, beautiful display of a side of her they’d never truly seen.

As Y/N walked towards the galley, Lanko nestled securely in her arms, Luffy naturally fell into step beside them. He didn’t question it, didn’t even seem to notice the shift in the crew’s demeanor. He was just doing what felt natural. And as the crew watched them go – the little girl identical to Luffy clinging to Y/N, Luffy himself radiating a simple, contented joy by Y/N’s side – the pieces started to click into place.

They had always been exceptionally close. During battles, Luffy was always by Y/N’s side, his rubbery limbs a whirlwind of protection. And Y/N, with her sharp mind and quick reflexes, was always there to cover his blind spots, to anticipate his impulsive moves. After a skirmish, Luffy was inevitably the first to check on Y/N, his goofy grin replaced by genuine concern, and Y/N would, in turn, subtly assess him, her touch gentle as she checked for scrapes. They had seen the small things, the lingering glances, the comfortable silences, the way they instinctively moved in sync. But seeing Lanko call them "Mama" and "Papa," and witnessing Y/N’s immediate, undeniable embrace of that role, combined with Luffy’s simple, heartfelt “I really like Y/N!”… it wasn’t just closeness. It was love. A quiet, deeply rooted love that had been there all along, blossoming subtly in the background of their grand adventures, and now, revealed in the most impossible way, by a child from a future they never knew they were building.

The crew, having witnessed Y/N’s instant transformation into a doting mother, exchanged glances filled with a potent mix of astonishment and dawning comprehension. The easy camaraderie between Luffy and Y/N had always been evident, a comforting presence on their ship. But the casual revelation, the sheer, undeniable proof of a future built together… it cast their entire relationship in a new light.

Nami, ever the observer of human nature, watched as Y/N gently coaxed a smile from Lanko, her movements fluid and tender. She saw the way Luffy, seemingly oblivious to the emotional magnitude of the moment, still instinctively hovered near Y/N, as if drawn by an invisible thread. It wasn't just about fighting side-by-side or sharing laughs. It was a silent language, a profound connection that had always been there, just below the surface of their adventurous lives.

“They really… they really love each other,” Nami whispered, almost to herself, the words heavy with revelation.

Usopp, who had recovered from his initial shock, nodded slowly. “I guess we just… never really thought about it. Luffy’s always been so focused on being Pirate King, and Y/N’s always been so… Y/N. But it makes sense, doesn’t it?” He recalled countless moments: Y/N patching up Luffy’s ridiculous injuries with a soft exasperation, Luffy sharing his most treasured meat with her, the way their eyes would always find each other in a crowd.

Sanji, leaning against the galley doorframe, let out a long sigh, a bittersweet smile on his face. “Ah, Y/N-chan… always so graceful, so kind. And now… a mother.” He ran a hand through his hair. Even his ingrained chivalry, usually so overt, had taken a back seat to the genuine emotional impact of the scene. The image of the future Pirate King and the woman he admired as parents, a real family, was profoundly moving.

Zoro, for once, didn’t comment or snicker. He simply watched the trio disappear into the galley, his singular eye narrowed in thought. He had always trusted Luffy’s instincts implicitly, and Luffy’s instinct was clearly to keep Y/N by his side. If this little girl was the result, then it was just another part of the chaotic, yet ultimately incredible, journey they were on.

Robin's soft chuckle broke the contemplative silence. "It seems the tides of destiny run deeper than we often perceive." She looked at her crewmates, her usual calm radiating a quiet understanding. "A family built not just on shared dreams and adventures, but on genuine affection and unwavering support. It truly is a beautiful thing."

The realization settled over the Straw Hats like a warm blanket. They had always been a family, bound by loyalty and shared purpose. But now, with Lanko’s sudden appearance, they understood the true depth of the bond between their captain and their friend. It was more than just comradeship; it was a love story unfolding right before their eyes, a testament to the powerful, unforeseen currents of the Grand Line.

The sudden, earth-shattering realization hit Usopp first, a lightbulb igniting above his head so brightly it almost outshone the Grand Line sun. “Wait a minute!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking with excitement. “If Lanko’s from the future… she knows everything!”

Like a ripple effect, the same thought spread through the rest of the Straw Hats. Their dreams, their goals, the very answers to the questions that had driven them across the seas – they were all embodied in this six-year-old girl.

A frantic rush ensued as the entire crew stampeded towards the galley. Inside, the comforting aroma of sizzling meat filled the air as Y/N, her sleeves rolled up, was meticulously browning a large cut, while Lanko sat perched on a stool, her small legs swinging, eyes fixated on the delicious offering. Luffy, predictably, was already drooling beside her.

“ is the All Blue real?!” Sanji was the first to burst in, his eyes wide and earnest, completely forgetting his duties at the stove.

“How many Berries do we have in the future, Lanko?! Are we rich beyond imagination?!” Nami demanded, her eyes practically gleaming with avarice as she pushed past Sanji.

Zoro shoved Nami aside. “Hey, brat! Am I the world’s greatest swordsman?! Did I beat that hawk-eyed bastard?!”

“Is my brave warrior of the sea story true?! Did I really become a great hero and fight giant monsters?!” Usopp yelled, waving his arms wildly.

Chopper, bouncing on the balls of his hooves, cried, “Did I cure all diseases?! Am I the best doctor in the world?!”

“How’s the Sunny looking?! Is she still SUPER?! Did we build any new weapons?!” Franky roared, already making a dramatic pose.

Robin’s voice, though calmer, was no less intense. “Were we able to find all the Poneglyphs? Did we uncover the truth of the Void Century?!”

Lanko, who had just been about to reach for a piece of perfectly cooked meat, froze. Her eyes darted from one shouting face to another, a tiny, overwhelmed figure caught in a storm of impossible questions. She tried to speak, her mouth opening, but before she could utter a single word, another question, louder and more insistent, cut her off. Her lower lip began to tremble, and her dark eyes welled up with fresh tears.

“Stop it!” Y/N’s voice cracked like a whip, sharp and commanding. She instinctively stepped in front of Lanko, shielding the child with her body. Her eyes blazed with a fierce protectiveness the crew had rarely seen directed at them. “Look at her! You’re overwhelming her!”

Luffy, who had been momentarily distracted by the commotion, finally registered Lanko’s distress. His cheerful grin vanished, replaced by a dark, angry scowl. “Hey! Don’t make Lanko cry!” he bellowed, his voice suddenly infused with a chilling, authoritative tone that brooked no argument. His arm stretched, rubbery and menacing, acting as another barrier between the questioning crew and the trembling child. “If you make my daughter cry, I’ll kick all your asses!”

The kitchen fell silent, the boisterous energy of moments before replaced by a sudden, unnerving stillness. The Straw Hats, accustomed to Luffy’s unpredictable nature, were nonetheless stunned by the raw intensity of his anger. This wasn’t his usual playful indignation; this was the chilling, unwavering fury of a father defending his child. His eyes, usually so full of innocent wonder, were now dark and sharp, mirroring the serious glint in Zoro’s usually half-closed one.

Y/N, still shielding Lanko, nodded in agreement, her own protective instincts flaring. “He’s right,” she stated, her voice low and steady. “She’s a scared little girl in a strange place, not an encyclopedia for your ambitions. Give her some space.” She ran a soothing hand over Lanko's trembling back.

Lanko, sensing her parents' unwavering protection, sniffled and peeked out from behind Y/N’s leg, her big eyes wide with a lingering fear that slowly began to recede.

Nami, taken aback by Luffy’s sudden shift in demeanor, slowly lowered her hands. “We didn’t mean to upset her, Luffy,” she said, her voice softer than usual. “We were just… surprised.”

“Yeah, we just got a little excited,” Usopp added, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He hadn’t actually intended to scare the kid.

Luffy’s rubbery arm slowly retracted, but his gaze remained fixed on his crew, a clear warning in his eyes. He then knelt beside Y/N, gently patting Lanko’s head. “See? No more questions now,” he reassured her, his voice immediately softening. “Just meat.”

Sanji, feeling the tension dissipate, quickly regained his composure. “Right! Meat for the little lady!” He returned to the stove with renewed vigor, determined to create a culinary masterpiece that would soothe the startled child.

Y/N gave Lanko a comforting squeeze. “That’s right, sweetheart. Just meat for now.” She looked at the chastened crew, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. They might be world-renowned pirates with grand dreams, but when it came to a crying child, especially their captain's child, even the most formidable adventurers had to back down. The future could wait; Lanko’s comfort was the only priority.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, a peaceful quiet settled over the Thousand Sunny. The earlier chaos had given way to the gentle hum of the ship at sea. Inside the galley, a makeshift feast had been prepared, with Sanji pulling out all the stops for their unexpected guest. Lanko, her initial fear long gone, was now happily stuffed with meat, her infectious giggles filling the space as Luffy regaled her with exaggerated tales of his adventures, making sound effects that only he seemed to understand.

Y/N watched them, a soft smile on her face. Her hand, almost unconsciously, rested on Lanko's back. The crew, too, had relaxed. Nami was showing Lanko how to draw a crude map of the galley, Chopper was offering her candy, and Usopp was attempting to impress her with a perfectly aimed rubber-band shot at a stray crumb. Even Zoro, usually aloof, had a subtle, almost imperceptible curve to his lips as he watched the scene. Brook played a soft, soothing melody on his violin, and Franky was quietly tinkering with a new invention, occasionally glancing up with a "SUPER!" whenever Lanko laughed.

It was a perfectly ordinary night for the Straw Hats, made extraordinary by the tiny, future-version of their captain. For a few hours, the questions of time travel and paradoxes were forgotten, replaced by the simple warmth of shared food and companionship. Lanko, nestled between Luffy and Y/N on the bench, yawned widely, her eyes drooping.

"Tired, sweetheart?" Y/N murmured, stroking her hair.

Lanko nodded, leaning into Y/N's side, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "It's been a long day, Mama," she mumbled, her words slurring with sleepiness.

Suddenly, a faint, sickly green shimmer appeared around Lanko. It was barely noticeable at first, a subtle distortion in the air around her. Luffy, sensing something, stopped mid-sentence. Y/N felt a strange vibration emanating from the child in her arms.

Then, the shimmer intensified. Lanko gasped, a tiny, choked sound. "Mama... Papa... I feel... weird!" Her small hand reached out, her fingers beginning to glow with the same eerie green light they had seen earlier.

Before anyone could react, Lanko’s form began to waver. Her edges blurred, and her body seemed to lose its solidity. Specks of her started to detach, swirling away like emerald dust motes in the air. A horrifying realization dawned on Y/N: she wasn't just glowing; she was devolving. Turning into green dust.

The chilling sight of Lanko dissolving into shimmering green dust sent a fresh wave of panic through the galley. Luffy, his eyes wide with alarm, instinctively reached out, but his hand passed straight through her shoulder as if she were made of smoke.

"Lanko!" he cried, his voice laced with desperation.

Y/N, however, felt a sudden, profound understanding. This wasn't another attack; this was Lanko being pulled back. Pulled back to her own time, to the future. A bittersweet pang hit her heart. She knelt, embracing the fading form as best she could, the green motes of light swirling around them both.

"She's going back," Y/N whispered, her voice thick with emotion, her eyes already tearing up. "She's going home."

Lanko, her tiny face flickering like a candle flame, looked up at Y/N, then at Luffy, her eyes wide and suddenly understanding. “Mama… Papa…” she whispered, her voice faint, almost inaudible.

Luffy, grasping the painful truth, knelt down too, his earlier anger replaced by a profound sadness. He reached out again, this time not trying to grab her, but simply touching the swirling green light that was his daughter. "Lanko," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, "Don't cry."

Y/N pulled Lanko into one last, tight hug, the warmth of the child quickly dissipating. "Be brave, sweetheart," she choked out, a tear finally escaping and tracing a path down her cheek. "We'll see you in the future. We promise."

Luffy, his face a mixture of sorrow and his usual unshakeable resolve, offered his signature wide, if slightly watery, grin. "Shishishi! Go have more adventures, Lanko! We'll catch up to you! In the future!"

With one final, faint spark, Lanko vanished completely, leaving behind only the lingering scent of ozone and the heavy silence of the galley. The green dust motes shimmered for a moment longer, then faded into nothingness. The Straw Hats stood in stunned silence, their dreams of future revelations replaced by the raw emotion of a farewell to a child they had known for mere hours, yet loved instantly. They had just sent their future back to where it belonged, knowing that one day, they would indeed meet her again.

The battle had raged on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, but a new, terrifying intensity had fueled the Straw Hats after Lanko’s disappearance. Luffy and Y/N, in particular, fought with a savage fury that chilled even their own crewmates. The pirate who had sent Lanko away, the wielder of the Toki Toki no Mi, found himself the sole focus of the Pirate King’s boundless rage and his Queen’s icy precision.

Now, as the other enemy pirates lay defeated or fled in terror, a gruesome sight awaited the Straw Hats. The deck where the devil fruit user had stood was a bloodied testament to Luffy and Y/N's wrath. The man lay broken, utterly annihilated, his body a pulped mess of limbs and gore. He was headless, a grim testament to the force of Luffy’s final, enraged blow.

Suddenly, a shimmer of familiar green light erupted from the very spot where Lanko had vanished. It coalesced rapidly, and then, in a blink, a small, familiar figure solidified.

“Lanko!” Y/N gasped, her voice raw with relief and a fresh wave of fear.

Luffy, his chest heaving, his face still contorted with a primal rage, saw her. His eyes, seconds ago filled with murderous intent, softened instantly. Without a word, Zoro and Sanji moved in unison, quickly positioning themselves to block Lanko’s view of the gruesome scene.

Y/N rushed forward, scooping the little girl into her arms. Lanko was trembling, wide-eyed, clearly disoriented but unharmed. “Mama! Papa!” she cried, clutching Y/N tightly.

“We’ve got you, sweetheart,” Y/N whispered, her voice thick with emotion, pressing Lanko’s face into her shoulder to shield her from the sight of the pirate’s demise.

Luffy was there in an instant, his large hand gently stroking Lanko’s back. “You’re back,” he murmured, his anger dissipating like mist in the morning sun, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief.

They quickly ushered Lanko away from the carnage, back towards the comparative safety of the Sunny’s interior, leaving the gruesome aftermath behind. The future was back, and the cost of her brief, terrifying absence was starkly evident on the deck. The Straw Hats knew one thing with absolute certainty: they would never let anything like this happen to her again.

[lvmimis]

“I know you don’t like to be called a hero…” you pause, and glance at Luffy, watching carefully for his reaction. He’s wide-eyed as he looks at you, but his lips haven’t formed into a thin line to suggest upset, just attentiveness. The two of you sit atop the figurehead of the Thousand Sunny, a favorite location now for you both, and the ship is relatively steady as it glides along the sloping sea waves. Luffy’s legs are crossed, his hands in his lap, and for now your hands are also to themselves, palms placed flat on the curved surface of Sunny’s smiling face. Years ago, you’d have fixated on the risk of slipping and falling but you can trust that Luffy won’t allow it (and if even that were to fail, you have the rest of the crew that would very easily come after you both).

“Yeah?” he replies. Luffy’s casual manner of speaking often offsets your tendency to speak emotionally, but you twist your mouth gently to the side, thinking before you press on, leaning your back further into Sunny’s sky-pointing sunbeam.

There is nothing that should be so emotionally intense about this moment, but somehow, always, it is, whenever you sit together in silence for too long and you get to thinking about how much you really care about Luffy. At times, you wonder if there could ever be a small justice in the world, just for you, that would reverse the roles temporarily, such that Luffy is the one wading in a sea of constant emotion, and you’re the one, dry, and reaching your hand out to rescue him.

But that isn’t the reality now, is it? You accept it, and take a deep breath. 

“Would it be wrong if I said you are that for me, anyway?” you ask.

Luffy looks at you again - really looks in that way of his - and before you can apologize, shrugs.

“No. It’s fine if it’s you.”

You can feel warmth flush across your face, nose, cheeks and ears.

“I mean I won’t say it again if you don’t want me to-” you start, but he laughs, big enough to close his eyes, and raises his arms, resting his head against his hands.

“You’re the one that brought it up! Why take it back?” he starts, still giggling.

“Luffy…” you warn but bashfully, the flush in your cheeks deepening.

One eye opens, and gives you a sly look.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. I don’t want to be a hero, but I’m definitely okay with being yours.”

Before you have time to really process it, he reaches out and pulls you just a bit closer with a hand pressed against the back of your head so that you’re face to face, noses just a few inches apart.

“I’ll share with you. Everything. Meat. Whatever you want.”

You nod slowly and he presses a kiss to your forehead, and then his attention shifts, pointing to a particularly large cloud suddenly looming over the horizon.

“I think that cloud over there looks like Franky!”

In truth, you’re too busy taking in the look of easy delight on his face to notice. You don’t really have to tell him how he’s saved you yet; you are content to bask in the sunlight in this singular present moment.

You’ll have forever to tell him more, love him more.

[grandline-fics]

S/O using Luffy or Ace or Sabo like a post. Just leaning against them at random times or shoulder bumping them. Affectionate cat headbumps.

Ahh this is so cute and so them! Keeping these and quick snippet/headcanons. This is all typed on my phone so excuse any spelling mistakes ❤️

Ace

🔥The first time it happens it’s not long into your relationship becoming a romantic one. He’s standing talking to Marco when you suddenly flop against him, expecting him to keep standing tall and support you slumped form.

🔥 He wasn’t expecting it and tumbled sideways, knocking into Marco who was the only reason the two of you didn’t fall face first onto the deck.

🔥You were too tired to notice and remained pressed up and leaning against Ace, lightly nuzzling your head against his shoulder while he tried to recover from the unexpected shock and stay nonchalant about the whole thing. He’s an affectionate person naturally but the fact you’re both a couple makes the casual embrace seem more intimate than just a simple hug.

🔥 After that first occurrence it becomes your and Ace’s ‘thing’, randomly throughout the day when you both need a little moment to recharge you will seek each other out, regardless of what the other is doing and slump against the other and affectionately bump your head against them.

Sabo

🎩 It happens randomly. You were out on a mission, not the high adrenaline, fighting battles or the undercover and infiltration jobs. You were both stationed on a random island and told to just watch the target and observe newer recruits to the Revolutionary Army. Babysitting on top of observation= boring.

🎩 So you both did the only thing you could do, whatever popped into your head to starve off the boredom. At first you lightly tapped your foot against Sabo’s while looking ahead and having the face of composed innocence. When he looked away from you, you did it again. This time Sabo responded by doing the same.

🎩 The game continued and progressed from your feet to tapping the back of your hand against his, then lightly nudging his side with your elbow until you ended up bumping his shoulder with yours. Every time Sabo answered with the same gesture and continued to be something you both did both off base and on.

🎩 The only time that it’s not allowed now is when you’re in a meeting and Dragon is present. Because the last time the two of you engaged in this game, a Revolutionary Army member called Sabo to ask him a question, catching his attention.

🎩 Sabo turned without thinking just as you tried to bump his shoulder with your own and with him no longer there to meet the soft impact you fell off your seat and clumsily over Sabo’s lap for everyone to see

Luffy

🍖 Luffy loves when you do this with him. He loves physical, affectionate touches even when the two of you are just Captain and crew mate. He’s the one to unintentionally start it.

🍖 You’d been out on a new island to explore with the crew split into groups. On your travels through some ruins, you found an old map. Excited about finding treasure and secrets Luffy leaned against you, stretching to look over your shoulder to look even though his map reading skills weren’t the best.

🍖 To get your Captains head out of the way you leaned against him and of course his rubber body stretched to the extreme so you were the one slouching over him. Immediately Luffy found this to be the more entertaining part of the day and on your walk to find Nami the two of you continued to lean against the other as you walked.

🍖 Since then and long before anything even turned romantic, you’d always instinctively lean and press your side against Luffy, so much so that when he isn’t lounging on Sunny’s head he’s standing and ready for you to step up beside him and press as close as you can beside him. The only difference now is that he stays standing upright and leans his head to rest his cheek against you so you can both support each other and enjoy each others warmth

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[arixella]

Captain’s Claim

╰┈➤ pairing: Luffy x female! reader

a/n: : this is super late but hope you enjoy! I mixed your request together! @nicetrybuster @none-of-ur-business-fuck-off

summary: On a quiet night aboard the Thousand Sunny, Luffy seeks solace in an intense and emotional encounter, revealing his vulnerability and deep need for connection with the one he loves.

wc: 1.0k

contains: smut, dominant/teasing dynamic, rough sex, mild dirty talk, possessive luffy

The Thousand Sunny rocked gently with the rhythm of the waves, moonlight spilling through the windows of your shared quarters. Everyone else had long gone to sleep, their laughter fading into the creaks and sighs of the quiet ship.

You were just about to crawl into bed when the door opened.

Luffy stepped inside—slower than usual. No energetic leap, no wide grin. Just him, shoulders heavy and eyes unreadable beneath the shadow of his straw hat.

You straightened. “Luffy?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just shut the door behind him and walked toward you with uncharacteristic silence. You studied his face—there was no visible injury, but something deeper was off. His fists were clenched. Jaw tight.

“Tough day?” you asked gently, opening your arms.

That was all it took.

In an instant, he was on you—pulling you into him like he was afraid you’d disappear. He buried his face in your neck, arms locked tightly around your waist. He didn’t say anything at first. Just breathed. Deep, trembling breaths that you felt all the way to your bones.

You whispered, “I’ve got you, Luffy.”

That’s when he pulled back—just enough to look at you.

His eyes were darker than usual. Focused. Hungry. Still quiet, but something was shifting inside him. That energy you were so familiar with—it wasn’t chaotic now. It was concentrated. Dangerous.

He lifted his hand and gently pulled your shirt over your head, not breaking eye contact for a second.

“You’re mine, right?” he asked, voice low and rough.

You blinked. “Of course.”

His mouth crashed onto yours. Not soft. Not sweet. It was desperate and full of fire. His hands grabbed your ass roughly, lifting you with ease and carrying you to the bed before you could catch your breath.

He tossed you onto the mattress and stripped in seconds, revealing lean, defined muscle and that scar across his chest—reminders of battles fought and won.

“You always let me have you so easy,” he muttered, crawling over you, voice gravelly as he leaned down to nip at your collarbone. “Tonight, I need more.”

Your breath hitched. You'd never seen him like this.

“Luffy—what do you—”

He cut you off with a bite to your neck, his hand already sliding between your thighs. You gasped, bucking into his touch.

“No talking,” he growled.

You stilled, heart pounding, thighs twitching as his fingers pressed through your panties—already damp. He grinned against your throat. “Knew it.”

Then he was dragging them down and flipping you over in one rough motion, chest pressed to your back, cock hard and hot against your ass. His fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to whisper in your ear:

“You're gonna take everything I give you. No running. No hiding. Just me.”

Your lips parted to reply—but then he was pushing inside, thick and unforgiving. You cried out, body arching at the sudden stretch.

He didn’t give you time to adjust.

His pace started hard and fast, hips snapping into yours as the headboard slammed against the wall in rhythm. His hand gripped your hip like he owned it—because he did.

“Feel that?” he rasped. “That’s what you do to me. What only you get.”

You moaned, helpless beneath him. He was usually so carefree. But now? He was wrecking you, using your body like it was his personal salvation.

Every thrust had purpose. Like he was pouring all that unspoken weight into you—the stress of leadership, of battles, of protecting everyone. You were his anchor, and he was making sure you felt it.

“You’re mine,” he said again, pounding harder. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Luffy!”

“Good fucking girl.”

He reached around to rub your clit, and your whole body jerked under him. The heat in your belly was unbearable, pressure building with every punishing thrust.

“Don’t you dare cum before me,” he warned, voice strained.

But you couldn’t help it. He was everywhere—inside you, over you, claiming you.

“I-I can’t—!”

“Yes, you can.”

He pulled your hips higher and slammed into you harder, chasing his own release now. You clenched around him, sobbing his name, broken and blissed out.

And then he growled—a deep, primal sound—and came with a final thrust that sent you over the edge, your body convulsing around him as you screamed his name into the sheets.

He stayed like that—buried deep inside you, panting hard against your shoulder.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

Then he kissed your back. Once. Twice. A soft hum vibrating in his throat as he slipped out and pulled you close.

The dominant haze melted, and his usual warmth returned as he wrapped around you, nuzzling your neck with soft little kisses.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I needed you.”

You turned in his arms, brushing the sweaty hair from his eyes. “You never have to apologize for needing me. You haveme.”

His grin finally returned—lazy and satisfied, as he snuggled in, tucking his face into your chest.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You smiled, heart still racing. “I love you too, Luffy.”

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© 2025 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

[asce-of-hearts]

I'd love to read a soft follow up to your abandonment issues Luffy- Urgent Fic where the reader wakes up and has to deal with a worried Luffy and or crew trying to get them to stay.

Urgent

Contents: Part 2 of This Fic

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WARNINGS: MANIPULATION, KIDNAPPING (SORT OF), SOFT YANDERE.

"Are you really leaving?"

"I don't want to talk to you."

Your voice pains him. You're facing the wall, your back facing him. You tried giving him the cold shoulder, thinking he would leave you alone after what he pulled. But it didn't work, not even when Nami threathened to cut his balls off if he didn't stop bothering you. But he's there, sitting on the edge of your bed, giving you that pitiful expression.

"Please, ___. I'm sorry..." He whispers, sniffling. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry, please talk to me." His hands meet your shoulders, shaking you a little. You only curl yourself further under the covers, trying to ignore him. "Please, ___. Just talk to me."

"What do you want, Luffy?" You finally say, exhasperated. Sitting up on the bed. You're both crying now, or trying not to. Your eyes are glossy and your lower lip trembles as you try to swallow down the knot that forms inside your throat.

"To say I'm sorry." He murmurs, sniffling again.

"Well, you did. And... and I'm still mad at you." You avert your gaze, uneasy, clawing at the sheets. "Now leave me alone."

"Are you really leaving?" He asks, his hands trying to find your own. Your expression softens. "Are you really leaving me, ___?" He whispers, voice breaking as he treathens to cry again. And you sigh, shaking your head.

"No, I'm not leaving," You mumble, eyes focused on nowhere in particular. He smiles, breath hitching from excitement. "It's not like I had the choice." He hugs you tight, crushing you against his sturdy form. So happy he could cry tears of joy.

"You're right. I wouldn't have let you," He says with complete relief, as if that wasn't a negative admission to make. "I'm so happy, ___. So happy you're staying. I love you, I will make sure you're so happy. I promise you." He cups your face again, pressing a kiss to your forehead, completely overjoyed. You feel confused as you stare into his dark eyes. "I'll make sure you never want to leave again."

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[arkaiveofurown]

caught in the flash

characters: sanji / ace / luffy / law

prompt: he sneaks a picture of you when you’re not looking

tag: fluff

my masterlist here ♡

ace

You were lying belly-down on the Moby Dick’s deck, doodling on a crumpled bit of parchment, humming to yourself with your legs kicking in the air like a schoolgirl. Hair a mess, tank top halfway sliding off your shoulder, not a care in the world.

“Aw, that’s kinda cute,” came Ace’s voice somewhere above your head.

You didn’t look up. “Whatever you’re about to say next, don’t.”

You heard the faintest click.

You whipped around. “Did you just—?”

“NOPE,” he said way too quickly, hands very much behind his back, grinning like a guilty five-year-old.

You sat up so fast your hair fell in your face. “Portgas D. Ace, I swear to god—”

“Look,” he said, backing up a step, “it’s not even a bad picture! You’re just all—” He waved his hands vaguely. “…You.”

“That’s not a valid description!”

“Soft. And squishy.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

“I MEANT EMOTIONALLY—SHIT—”

You launched your sandal at him like a missile. “DELETE IT!”

He caught it mid-air. “Never. I’m putting it in a locket.”

“A LOCKET?!”

“Romantic, right?”

You screamed into your hands. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he sang, skipping away, waving your sandal like a trophy. “You love me and you wanna kiss me and it’s so embarrassing for you!”

sanji

You were half-asleep on the counter, stealing bits of chocolate off a cooling tray, hoodie sliding off one shoulder, licking your fingers like it was a sacred ritual. You were too tired to care.

Click.

You didn’t even flinch. “Don’t even try it.”

Sanji froze. “…Caught red-handed?”

“Caught being a creep.”

He grinned. “I mean, can you blame me? You’re licking chocolate off your fingers like you’re in a food commercial for sinners.”

You choked on the next bite. “SANJI?!”

“I’m just saying,” he said, already opening the picture on the snail. “If that was in a magazine, I’d buy ten copies.”

“You’re so—” you groaned. “Delete it.”

“But you looked so—” he sighed dreamily. “—biteable.”

You stared. “…Sanji.”

“Not like—well, I mean. Not not like that—”

“You wanna rethink your life choices, Romeo?”

He chuckled. “Too late. I’m fully committed to this flavor of disaster.”

You sighed, face in your hands. “You’re lucky I like disasters.”

“You’re lucky I’m a chef. I can make dessert out of this.”

“STOP.”

law

You were curled up on the bench in the Polar Tang’s observation lounge, swaddled in a blanket like a sentient dumpling, watching fish float past the glass with the dead eyes of someone who hadn’t slept in two days.

Then you heard a soft click.

Your head snapped around. “…Law?”

He didn’t even flinch. “Hm?”

“Did you just take a picture of me?”

“No.”

You blinked. “Law.”

He met your gaze. Calm. Unbothered. “Yes.”

“WHY.”

“You looked like a sad sea creature.”

“THAT’S NOT A COMPLIMENT.”

“It was kind of endearing.”

You sat up in your blanket cocoon. “Delete it.”

“No.”

“Tra-guy.”

“That’s not my name.”

“Emo fish man—”

“That’s worse.”

“Give. Me. The snail.”

“Come take it.”

You launched off the couch and he teleported out of reach like the smug little warlock he is. “You’re not supposed to be fast!” you yelled.

“I’m a surgeon,” he said, already halfway down the corridor. “We’re quick with our hands.”

You short-circuited. “That sounded so much worse—”

“I know,” he called back, completely unbothered.

luffy

You were on deck in a tank top, sweat on your brow, trying to fix a snapped rope. Your leg was up on the railing for balance, arms stretched over your head, totally focused. And totally unaware of your very specific pose.

Behind you:

Click.

You flinched, nearly dropped the rope. “LUFFY?!”

He grinned wide from behind the den den mushi. “You looked cool!”

You turned around. “Delete it. Right now.”

“But your leg was up and everything,” he said, tilting his head. “You looked like you were about to fight someone or… I dunno, climb me.”

“CLIMB YOU?!”

He blinked. “Yeah! You know. Like—grabby.”

“GRABBY?!”

“Not in a bad way!” He scratched his head. “You just looked like… really strong. And bendy. Kinda hot.”

Your soul left your body. “LUFFY.”

“Huh?”

“Say that sentence again. Slowly.”

“…You looked strong. And bendy. And hot?” He said it with total innocence—and then blinked. “Wait, was that—was that one of those weird lines Sanji says that makes people choke?”

You choked. “Yes!”

“Oh. Cool!” he grinned. “Should I say more?”

“NO?!”

“Okay, okay!” He tucked the snail away. “But I’m keeping the picture. You looked like you were gonna tackle me.”

You grabbed a nearby towel to throw at him. “I WILL IF YOU DON’T DELETE IT.”

He laughed as he ran off. “Promise?!”

“LUFFY!!”

[zorostitties]

Intertwined; 4

⤕ Luffy and you were like two sides of the same coin: opposites in every way, but similar in what mattered the most. Tied by a vow made with the purity of a child's heart, life keeps trying to tear you apart - but the vow that intertwined your destinies would not be broken so easily. Or, Luffy promised to marry you someday when you were kids. This is how he keeps his promise.

pairing: monkey d. luffy x (f) reader

genre: childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, arranged marriage, fluff, angst, eventual smut

warnings: violence/blood, explicit language, toxic family relationships, death/grief, when i say slow burn i mean it

rating: 18+

word count: 11k oof

A/N: HELLO Y'ALL!! A little something I haven't explained yet - this story will be divided in 4 sections/parts. Part 1 which covered their childhood ends with this chapter. So next chapter, we're setting sail to pre timeskip times... where love will actually start blossoming 🤭 Also, I finally made a playlist for Intertwined!! I listen to these songs a lot while writing. I know these songs might be too upbeat or random considering how fucked up MC's life is all the time, but I couldn't make a SAD playlist for a fic involving mr. JOYboy himself 😭 Anyways!! Enjoy <3

⤕  Masterlist  ⤕ Also on AO3 ⤕ Playlist

➛ 11

You were eleven years old the first time you almost died during a commission.

The target was the leader of a criminal organization. They weren’t too well known, or too respected, or too powerful, but had caused enough trouble that someone was willing to commission his death. Boss Hamazaki was his name. He wasn’t a fighter. He didn’t have a Devil Fruit ability or any combat skills.

But he had bodyguards.

And you underestimated them.

That was a deadly mistake. Up until then, you hadn’t really struggled; your targets were like Boss Hamazaki, had no significant skills. You’d usually camp around them for a while, wait until they were alone, strike too fast for them to understand what was happening… and flee with a guaranteed payment. Truth is – you were an assassin, not a fighter. Not yet.

So when one of his bodyguards noticed your presence and stormed into the room…

Well.

Oops.

You got shot.

You had time to move slightly away from the trajectory of the bullet, but not fast enough to completely miss it. The projectile pierced your stomach. Adrenaline assured you to not feel immediate pain when it hit, so you managed to get a certified kill anyway. But… yeah. It hurt a lot. And bled. And you’d definitely had passed away if Landon wasn’t around to proceed with the first aids.

It sucked. Not because of, you know, the fact that you almost died – but because you didn’t remember seeing Crowley get seriously injured like that. Which meant he had an advantage over you.

And you hated it.

Competition within the family was highly stimulated. It was part of the tradition after all. The better assassin got a bigger percentage of the payments, more prestige, more privileges… and at the end, the better assassin would become the head of the family. The one to command Scarpia’s future and businesses wasn’t the oldest, but the best.

It made a lot of sense, since Urso – the oldest – was a useless. He had no ambition at all; to make him the head of the family would be an abysmal mistake.

So it was up to the rest of you to fight for more recognition.

Except… the fact that you were betrothed to Vinsmoke Ichiji already excluded you from the game, since you’d leave the family sooner or later; you’d have to carry your future husband’s last name.

Or, at least, Crowley thought so. He concluded that you were no competition – which meant you’d have to prove him wrong again, and again, and again, as many times as necessary, until he’d finally shut the fuck up.

The shot sent you a few points back in the board, though. It made you so angry at yourself that you couldn’t even turn that half of your brain off.

It was unbearably hot for some reason – and you should already be used to the heat and humidity of Mt. Colubo’s forest, but sometimes it was still too much. You sat on a big chopped log with your legs crossed under the shadow of a tall tree, scribbling furiously and biting the inside of your cheek. How could you better Crowley? What was his main technique at the moment? What was his best skill? What was his current kill count?

Luffy’s screams and grunts of effort were just background noise.

“Gomu Gomu no… Pistol!!”

God. How many times had he repeated that? You lifted your eyes momentarily to watch Luffy stretch his arm and try to punch a boulder approximately ten meters away from where he stood – but, as you had noticed, he didn’t quite control the stretching of his members. It seemed that they had a tension limit, like a regular rubber band. It made you wonder for a moment how far Luffy could stretch without ripping off…

Luffy fell back on the grass and groaned. He took two seconds to get up again and get in position again, eyes tightened.

“Gomu Gomu no…”

“Pistooool,” you said absently under your breath with him, with much less excitement. Your eyes glued back to the sketchbook on your lap. The snapping sound and his loud groan indicated he had failed again.

You already knew what was coming before he even did it.

“Heeeey! Four Eyes, you’re being boring! Get up and come train with me!”

You didn’t bother looking up.

“I already said I can’t move that much.”

It wasn’t a lie. It had been a month since the shot; you were still in the process of recovery. Usually, the Scarpia children wouldn’t have this much time to get a full recovery… but your parents wanted to be sure that you’d always be the healthiest so you could reproduce in the future.

Ew.

Luffy was crouched down in front of you in a second.

He pouted angrily. He was covered in sweat, the hem of his yellow tank top was drenched. Luffy didn’t look tired despite the fact he’d been training his attack since early in the morning.

“Boooo. Weakling. You’re a weakling, that’s what you are.” He poked your sides and your arms and your cheek repeatedly to call your attention. “Weak. Weak. Weak. Weak. Who the hell gets hurt like that? You’re just being dramatic.”

“If you poke me again I’ll crack your skull open.”

“Weeeeak.”

He tried to stick his finger in your nostril.

You flipped.

And then Luffy was running away from you, laughing hysterically, while you chased him around the forest with fire steaming from your eyes.

Luffy always got what he wanted one way or another – usually by being terribly annoying. The fact that you fell for it too was a bit embarrassing… but you ended up having fun anyway, so most times you let it slide. Not always though. He tried to stick his finger in your nose. He had to pay.

That is – until an agonizing twinge in your stomach made you halt.

You groaned, gripping your shirt, and leaned on a tree. Crap, I shouldn’t have moved so much.

The sound of Luffy’s sandals skidding on dirt floor echoed. He wasn’t laughing anymore. Taptaptaptaptap. He ran back to where you were.

“Hey– what happened?!”

“I told you that I’m hurt,” you said between gritted teeth.

“Eh… Hm…”

It looked like Luffy didn’t really know what to do at first, and he showed a rare expression: guilt. The straw hat boy put your arm over his shoulders and helped you walk back to that log you were sitting previously.

“D’you need something? D’you want water? You wanna eat? There’s bananas there– I can grab some–“

“N-No. I’ll be fine.” But damn, that hurt real bad. It seemed that your guts were rearranging in a strange way.

You were probably making a funny expression, because Luffy was starting to get pale.

“No, you’re not okay. Stay right here, aight? I’ll– I’ll call Ace–“

You grabbed his wrist firmly.

“I said I’ll be fine.” You grunted again.

You closed your eyes momentarily.

Luffy watched you in silence – which was a bit of a miracle.

The pain. The pain.

That place in your stomach. On the left side.

Does it have anything to do with the shot?

No. It’s the abdomen. It’s the muscle. Muscle strain. Hurts bad. But not serious.

So stop aching. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Your features softened. The pain was gone.

You took a deep breath and stretched your arms.

When you opened your eyes, Luffy was staring at you… very confused.

“So, uh… what just happened here?”

“I got better.”

“...I’m not that smart, but I don’t think that’s how things work.” He scratched his head. “You just made the pain go away?”

“Kinda.”

“How?”

Oops.

You weren’t supposed to tell him that.

Scarpia secret training. All that bullshit. You were so used to this technique that it didn’t even feel like a technique anymore; one of the earliest teachings, something each of you were trained to do the moment you learned to walk. You sincerely forgot this wasn’t normal… and most importantly, you forgot this was secret.

But Luffy already knew your secrets… so who cared?

You held your chin and tightened your eyes at him.

“...I think it’d be useful for you, to be honest. You don’t really control your stretching, do you?”

Luffy sat on the grass and crossed his legs. It was a bit funny, how you were sitting on the log and him on the ground, almost like a teacher and a student. It was also a bit strange how interested he got. Despite his never ending playfulness, Luffy took his training seriously.

“I control it. Until I don’t.” He grabbed his own pointer finger and stretched it until the tension limit, as if to illustrate. “How can this thing be useful?”

You hesitated for a moment. Your father’s voice echoed in your mind… The true jewel of the Scarpia family is our training. That is our advantage against the world, and that is why it must be excelled and kept in secret–

Ugh. Shut up. I don’t caaaaare.

“In my family, we call it Heavenly Control.” You started in a quiet voice. Again, unexpectedly, Luffy was paying attention. Had he ever sat down and payed attention in silence to anything before? “Like the name says… it’s the ability to be in absolute control over every layer of your body. Blood, muscle, bones… even feelings. You always know what��s going on inside of you, you’re always aware, therefore you can control it. And… you can get some results… like this.”

You made your nails grow and sharpen like blades.

Luffy’s eyes widened.

“Woooooah! That’s sick! I thought you weren’t a Devil Fruit user!”

“I’m not. It’s Heavenly Con– were you even paying attention to what I just said?!”

“Yeah, yeah.” He shook his hand dismissively. “So you can sharpen nails and make pain go away. How could this help me?”

“If you had absolute control over your body, you could stretch however you wanted. Even longer than you do now. Past the tension limit.”

“Past the what?”

“Past this.” You pinched his cheek and pulled it. Luffy groaned. You pulled and pulled and pulled until the skin visibly strained and you had to let go with a loud snap.

“Oooh.” He said while caressing his cheek.

“Also, it can be useful in battle. You can turn your emotions off to fight better.”

Luffy frowned and crossed his arms. “Uh… why would I do that?”

“Because it’s useful?”

“But it’s not fun.” He opened a mischievous smile. “When I find a strong beast, it’s fun to feel your heart pumping and your legs getting cold. It’s the best part!”

Oh.

You never thought of things this way. But, well… Luffy didn’t fight for money. When you had millions of berries at stake, you didn’t have time to have fun like that.

Luffy rubbed his hands excitedly. “But this sounds cool! How do I learn it?”

It was your turn to scratch your head hesitantly. “...I don’t know if you’ll want to learn it. Involves a lot of meditation.”

“And how’s it?”

“You sit still for a loooong time.”

Luffy scowled as if he had sucked on a very sour lemon. “Boooring.”

“Yeah.”

“But there’s no other way, right? So, come on! Teach me.” He punched his own palm and opened a determined smile. “I have to become stronger!”

There it was again. The way Luffy managed to surprise you. He hated anything boring, he despised being still in the same spot for more than two minutes… but he took his training seriously. More than anyone you knew. More than you, even.

It made you want to help him.

You smiled.

“Okay. But I don’t wanna hear complaints, got it?”

“Yeah, whatever.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “Let’s go!”

He did, in fact, complain a lot.

Not that you weren’t expecting him not to. He, in fact, seemed unable to sit still for more than five minutes. Anything and everything caught his attention – a bug, the wind, a leaf, a fart that would therefore break your focus and you’d have to smack him while he giggled.

You taught him the basis of the technique. Three days you had – and three days you spent trying to teach him to the farthest length of your patience. To be fair, there were moments when he actually seemed focused in the meditation process… the longest he stayed still was ten minutes. A miracle!

There’s no way he’d learn everything in three days, of course. Heavenly Control could take years to be mastered. You only did it so easily because you had been trained to do it at a very, very young age.

It was the last day of your stay when you learned once and for all that Luffy was not normal.

Not that you didn’t know it already to some extent. He wasn’t a normal boy. He lived in the woods being raised by a group of criminals. He killed giant beasts for dinner. Him and his brother invaded High Town weekly to steal and fight adults just because it was fun. No, Luffy was not a normal boy.

But you hadn’t noticed his true abnormality until that afternoon.

Luffy was training as always. You sat on that same log and made a last sketch before leaving – a green ladybug! –; the tiny insect walked slowly on the edge of the page. You did your best to not disturb it so it wouldn’t fly away.

Luffy screamed the name of his attack as always.

You decided to lift your gaze to him for some reason. Luffy rotated his right arm many times, his fist tightened.

“Gomu Gomu no…”

He took impulse and launched his arm.

“...Pistoool!”

It stretched. And stretched. And stretched.

Your eyes widened slowly.

It stretched more.

It stretched past the tension limit.

His fist hit the boulder this time – it didn’t destroy it, just cracking the tip of the rock. But that was the least of it.

His arm retracted with a sonorous snap. Luffy grinned and jumped.

“Yahoooo! I did it! Did you see that, Four Eyes?! I did it!”

Your jaw was on the floor.

To Luffy, he had just landed a punch on a target he wanted.

But you understood the gravity of what had just happened.

A target approximately ten meters away from where he stood. A distance he couldn’t reach only a few days before. A stretch he couldn’t quite control then.

He did it now – and it wasn’t a strike of luck. It had intent. It was a calculated blow. It… It was controlled.

Luffy mastered a secret technique from the Scarpia Family in three days without even practicing much. A technique you took years to truly master.

That afternoon, you saw the shadow of what Luffy was going to become for the first time.

I’m gonna be the King of the Pirates. I’ll be the most free. I’ll find the One Piece.

He repeated that over and over and over again. Any adult would judge it as the delusions of a kid that dreamed too much. And… well, at first, you thought he was being delusional too. You knew the seas; you belonged to the New World. Millions and millions set sail in the hopes of finding the One Piece. How many failed? How many had their hopes ruthlessly crushed when they crossed the Red Line and realized that they were just grains of sand against true pirates? How many didn’t have the will to continue? To persist?

But Luffy was there. Laughing and doing cartwheels to celebrate. The boy from the middle of nowhere who just mastered Heavenly Control without much effort in three days.

Luffy was going to become a beast.

You knew it.

You believed in it.

You mirrored his smile and clapped, making Luffy’s chest fill with pride. Your friend’s future was going to be wonderful.

You couldn’t wait to witness it.

➛ 12

You needed a weapon.

It’s something you didn’t think you’d need. Your own body and strikes were enough since you started your career. Sure, you received formal training on many types of weapons: swords (though they weren’t really your thing), daggers (these were useful sometimes), guns (not really your style)… you liked to work with your bare hands, however.

This opinion changed drastically over the past year.

Your commissions weren’t that easy anymore. Your success rate was still 100%. Which meant your prestige was increasing. Which meant your percentage in payments increased, too. Which meant commissioners were starting to book you specifically.

The White Wolf is how you were being called by some.

Which meant you were being assigned with less commissions, but more difficult targets.

Actual fighters. Devil Fruit users. Just attacking them by surprise wasn’t enough. They could defend themselves and fight back.

Just your body wouldn’t do; even Heavenly Control and its hardening technique wasn’t enough. You were still too short and too weak against adults that actually knew how to fight.

So, yeah. You needed a weapon. But which?

The Scarpia arsenal was a gigantic bunker with every weapon one could think of – all pristine clean, being kept inside glass cases, perfectly organized, not a grain of dust in sight. Swords. Sabers. Katanas. Spears. Daggers. Guns. Cannons. New model weapons stolen directly from Marineford. Paradise for people in the wrong side of life.

None of that interested you.

The twins fought with daggers. Saqr was becoming a sniper – and a good one at that. Crowley chose a scythe as his weapon (soooo edgy and forced, oh my God). Urso used brass knuckles.

What weapon could be useful to you?

One that could be used for both melee and ranged combat. You weren’t that tall compared to your brothers; you needed something that could be protective as well… but also fast. What could fulfill all of those needs?

To protect and attack… Close and distant… Fast and light…

Hmm…

...You thought of Luffy for some reason.

His stretching. The way he could whip his limbs around. He could fight from close up or from a distance.

...Oh.

You took a tiny Den Den Mushi from inside your jacket and dialed.

“Yes, Young Mistress?” Landon’s voice answered promptly.

“I need a chain prototype. Make it with Seastone. As light and thin as possible.”

“How many meters?”

“Let’s start with three.”

“As you wish, Young Mistress.”

It took four prototypes to get to the perfect weapon.

The chain was light; only four centimeters in diameter, but that was thick enough to actually hurt when a blow successfully hit. Forged in a mix of Seastone and iron: the iron for malleability, the Seastone for hardness. At the tip of the chain, there was a spiked ball the size of an apple to add weight and balance. It was a shiny silver because you liked pristine things.

It took a week to master its use.

You swung the chain around like a whip. Each fast whiplash was a guaranteed wound. You could swirl the chain around your body and it’d act as a shield, rebounding any projectile or attack. The spiked Seastone ball could be used for heavier blows. You had already learned how to wrap it around objects to pull them, to use each end in different situations. And you could just wrap it around your hip to make it a cute belt when you weren’t using it.

Just perfect.

You cleaned the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, recovering your breath. Chunks of destroyed training dolls were scattered over the entire floor. You looked down at the chain resting in your hands; now, they’d have to be covered in gloves all the time to avoid bruises. Yes, this prototype was perfect. So easy to use, so durable… the engineers did a great job.

You noticed Saqr and Crowley giving quick glances at you. You loathed the fact that they were training at the same time, though all of you refused to talk to each other. You knew they were assessing your abilities, probably finding ways to defeat you. But… you also knew that they had already admitted to themselves that this weapon was very effective, otherwise they would’ve mocked already.

The heavy doors of the bunker opened behind you.

It’s funny how you recognized your father’s presence without even seeing him. He was silent. His steps never made any sound regardless of how heavy or tall he was. And yet, whenever he entered the same space as you, immediate chills would run your spine.

You turned around and straightened your back. Saqr and Crowley did as well.

“Father.”

He walked straight towards you with his hands behind his back. His suit, always perfectly ironed. His beard, always flawlessly trimmed. His expression… always blank.

Drachen looked at the destroyed dolls on the floor. The chain in your hands.

For a second, you thought he’d mention your efforts. Your new weapon. Your progress. A compliment would be too much… a simple acknowledgment would be enough. A hint that what you did was being seen.

What left his mouth wasn’t disapproval either – and yet, it was so abysmal that you’d rather have him cuss you out.

“Did you have your first period?”

You froze.

It was like someone dropped ten tons over your shoulders. You felt pressure from all sides, crushing your body as if you were in the depths of the sea. Your face and neck burned.

Why… How…?

Three days ago.

You woke up to see blood in your panties. It’s not like you didn’t know what that was; and yet, it felt strange. It felt disgusting. It felt embarrassing. You didn’t tell your mother because you thought she wouldn’t care. You asked your maid for a pack of pads, but you were too embarrassed to ask her how to use it, though you quickly found out by yourself. You used Heavenly Control to try to ignore the cramps. You tried not to walk like a penguin every time you felt the awful sensation of a liquid dripping from your insides with no control over it. You obsessed over your hygiene, scared that anyone else could feel the smell of that.

It was all new and strange and so so gross.

Why is he asking me about that?!

How did he even know? The maid told him? But– But why him? He was your father. He was a man. You didn’t have the courage to tell mother about it; you could barely look at that maid in the eye. So… why was he…?! Of all people?!

In front of Saqr and Crowley?!

You couldn’t look at him anymore.

You just nodded.

Drachen crossed his arms.

“Go see the doctor today. We need to know if your reproductive system is healthy. Vinsmoke Judge wants reports on your health.” Silence. “Did I make myself clear?”

“Y-Yes. Yes, father.”

He nodded, turned around and left.

You just… stood there.

It’s like your body suddenly weighed too much to be moved. Like your ears were muffled.

You looked down at the chain, the weapon you had mastered so fast. The weapon you were proud of.

It was all useless in the end, wasn’t it?

Every effort. Every successful commission. Every training.

All that mattered was if your ovaries and uterus were working.

Your brothers were laughing hysterically.

They found a quick way to defeat you, after all.

➛ 13

Luffy’s straw hat didn’t look too big for his head anymore.

And he didn’t sound like a baby duck anymore, either. Which was… weird. Every time you visited, you could pin point the differences in his and Ace’s appearances, since people can change a lot in a whole year. Ace looked completely different from the boy you met five years ago. Well, he didn’t look like a boy, quite frankly. He got super tall of sudden. And muscular. And his voice got deep. And… well, he wasn’t a prick anymore, which was nice. He got used – unbothered – by your presence on your third visit (thank God; you were already so emotionally wrecked due to the engagement back then, if he decided to be an asshole, you’d have killed him).

Luffy still looked like a boy. But he was… changing.

He still was a solid five centimeters shorter than you, though, which made you happy for some reason.

You looked at him from over the sketchbook and sent him a challenging smile. “I’m almost finished!”

Luffy bit his tongue, his brows furrowed in a focused expression, while he scribbled something in his own piece of paper. “I’m almost finished, too!”

He was obviously lying.

Luffy always repeated that your drawings were good, but his were sooo much better – though he had never showed any. So you decided to challenge him: you’d have to sketch each other in five minutes. The best drawing would win. You sat in front of each other with a sketchbook over each other’s legs.

You still had a minute. The pencil slipped rapidly over the sheet to complete the details in his hair. The black strands of hair looked a little longer than the last time you saw him. Was it on purpose, or he just forgot to cut his hair? Could very well be the latter. His face… it wasn’t that round anymore, either. His chin looked more pointed. His cheeks, less chubby; his collarbones, more prominent.

You just had to add the scar under his left eye and you’d be done. You peeked at him one last time.

He was biting the tip of his pencil in a focused expression while analyzing his own sketch.

And for the first time in your life, a word popped up in your head.

Cute.

Your eyes immediately darted down again.

Woah woah woah. What the hell?!

The watch on your wrist marked the fifth minute.

“Time’s up!” You yelled. “Drop your pencil!”

Your heart racing is just because you’re excited about the competition. That’s all. Yeah.

“I’m sooo sure mine is better than yours.” Luffy grinned mischievously. “Ace! C’mere!”

The oldest brother appeared from around the corner, absently munching an apple. His hair was a mess. Had he been sleeping the whole afternoon?

“Y’all done?” He asked with little interest.

“Yeah. Be our judge.” You said, holding the sketchbook against your chest. “Me first. Ready?”

You turned the sketchbook around – and it was satisfying to see their jaws drop. Even disinterested Ace.

“It looks great!” Luffy exclaimed. Yeah, of course it did – even if you only had five minutes. A very realistic portrait of him.

“Yo, can you draw me like that later?” Ace asked with his mouth full.

“For a grand.” He gasped and frowned.

“Mercenary.”

“Alright, alright. My turn!” Luffy smiled and straightened his back. “Get ready!”

He showed his paper sheet proudly.

You and Ace stared at it in silence for some seconds. Then–

Ace cackled.

“What the–?!” You looked from the paper to his face angrily. “It doesn’t look like me!”

“’Course it does! It’s exactly like you!”

You almost couldn’t believe that.

Luffy drew a dog with round glasses and a skirt. Or it looked like a dog, but it was supposed to be a wolf… drew by a five year old. This? Seriously? And he kept bragging of how much better of an artist he was?!

Ace patted Luffy’s back while still laughing. “You won, Luffy!”

“How?! That’s not fair! You’re just saying that because he’s your brother!”

“Just accept defeat already, Four Eyes.” Luffy giggled mischievously. “I draw muuuch better than you.”

You wanted to punch the both of them.

Why did you even bother?

You already knew the forest well at that point.

It was funny, because you only visited once a year for a few days… but these trees, these trails were already so familiar. They felt like home much more than your actual home… though, being honest, you didn’t really have a home by then – not one that felt like it.

You avoided being at the Scarpia Island as much as possible. The family had many houses and hiding places around the world. You purposefully decided to stay as close to the East Blue as possible when you weren’t working, away from the New World, especially during the months that preceded your birthday; that way, you’d make it to Goa Island quicker. The rest of the year… you’d still avoid Scarpia Island like the plague. There was no reason to stay there if you didn’t have to be there.

Sometimes, you thought of maybe making Goa Island your own hiding place so you’d have an excuse to visit more often. But… no, that’d be too risky. Would put too many question marks over the place. Goa was far from anywhere important. They’d start asking why would you chose to be there. And Landon… he never left you alone for a second. He’d report back to your parents the second he found out about your friends.

So… this was as far as you could go – even if you felt that a week wasn’t nearly enough.

How many sketchbooks had you already filled? Pages and pages of insects, animals and even some plants. Goa Island always had something interesting to offer. It felt as if you could spend a lifetime there and it wouldn’t be enough to capture all of its beauty. They even had this strange bee species that you didn’t find in your Insect Encyclopedia. Maybe your book was outdated? Or have you discovered a new bee species–?

“Ooooi, Wolfie!”

You frowned and looked up.

As Luffy was taking a nap, you decided to wander into the forest alone to see if the beehive was still in the same place you found last time. Coincidentally, the beehive was near an area you usually avoided since that thing happened years ago.

So it was definitely surprising to look up and see Ace waving at you from the tree house he forbid you from getting near.

Huh… why was he waving? Was he rubbing in your face that you couldn’t climb up?

“Ain’t you curious to know what the view looks like?!”

You stared up in shock.

“...You serious?!”

“Of course I’m serious.” It didn’t look like he was trying to prank you. He gesticulated in a welcoming way. “Come up!”

He didn’t need to say it twice.

You immediately ran to climb the stairs. They looked pretty unsafe, but you didn’t care. Oh, it was impossible to not feel all giddy. If you said you had no interest in seeing it you’d be lying; you even thought of visiting the place in secret, but that’d just be rude.

After meters and meters of climbing one of Mt. Colubo’s giant trees, you were finally there.

The structure was circular, completely made of wood. Lime already covered part of the walls and roof; there were some holes on the floor. The wooden boards creaked beneath your feet. By the height of the ceiling, it was clearly made for kids – Ace had to lower his head to stand there. He leaned on the “balcony” with a relaxed expression; wind played with his dark locks.

You approached him. There was an old wooden helm by his side. You absently rolled it.

“You guys built it all by yourselves?”

“Yeah.” Ace looked ahead to the landscape. “Luffy, Sabo and I.”

Your stomach felt a little cold. Luffy almost never mentioned Sabo; you’d never heard Ace talk about their deceased brother until that moment.

That felt strangely special.

You leaned on the balcony beside him as well. The view was breathtaking; you could almost see the sea by that point.

“It’s pretty impressive.” You rested your cheek on your palm and quirked an eyebrow jokingly. “Why’d you invite me up here? Gonna confess your feelings or something?”

Ace chuckled. “Kids ain’t my type.” You stuck your tongue out, to which he just rolled his eyes in response before looking ahead again.

“I won’t be here when you come back next year.”

That took you by surprise.

Oh… you remembered. Luffy talked about it before; how he’d set sail at seventeen years old… and Ace was sixteen.

Surprisingly – the idea of not seeing Ace’s annoying older brother face made you feel a bit sad.

“So… you invited me here to make a last sweet memory?”

“Oh, God. Shut up.” He punched your arm jokingly, making you giggle. “And it’s not like we’ll never see each other again. I’ll probably end up bumping into you in the New World.”

You stared at him in silence.

He stared back.

“Luffy told you.”

“ ’Course he told me.”

You cussed him under your breath while Ace laughed. That stupid bigmouth!

“What’d you expect? Telling Luffy a secret is like giving bananas to a monkey and expecting it to not eat them.” Yeah, but he didn’t tell me your secret, a bitter voice in your head groaned. “Also… you were never really normal, Wolfie. It wasn’t that hard to guess there was something sketchy about you.” He patted your back. “But relax, I actually won’t tell anyone your little secret.”

You avoided his gaze for a moment. “So… you don’t care? About what I do?”

Ace shrugged. “None of my business what you do.”

Like Luffy, Ace’s reaction to your true background was nonexistent. Yeah. Both of them were coo coo crazy.

He closed his hand in a fist and rested his chin on it; his expression got a little more serious. After some seconds of silence, he spoke again in a softer voice: “...You know, Luffy is an outgoing guy, but he doesn’t have a lot of close friends. It might sound obvious, but… it’d be cool if you keep showing up… so he doesn’t feel that lonely without me.”

So… that was the reason. Yes, his “request” was a bit obvious, since you’d keep showing up anyway. But it made you feel funny. Maybe because you were reminded once again that, despite Ace’s hard exterior, he was a good older brother. And because as much as you’d deny it to yourself… deep down you felt jealous of what they had.

You massaged the back of your neck sheepishly. “Well… I only visit once a year for a few days. Does it even make that much of a difference?”

Ace scoffed. “Of course it does. Luffy counts the days for your visit every year. And he doesn’t even know how to count that well.”

Oh.

...That made you feel funny again. In a different way. In a weird way.

You avoided Ace’s gaze, looking down for a second.

He was already watching you when you looked up at him again.

He had a… strange, tiny smile in his lips. A bit mischievous, maybe?

No.

A bit knowing.

“...You have no idea, do you?”

You frowned.

“What?”

Ace chuckled again. He put both hands in the pockets of his shorts and started walking away.

“You should see the crow’s nest. The view up there is even better.”

“Wait– What are you talking about? Ace? Ace?!”

He just walked away, laughing and shaking his head slowly.

➛ 14

“Hey, hey, d’you see that?! Ace already has a crew! And a bounty!”

It was impossible not to see, as Luffy was pretty much shoving the newspaper in your face. You tried to smile with your mouth full of rice. Just the fact that Luffy was doing anything else other than eating the entire table during lunch was very shocking.

“Luffy, let her eat in peace,” Magura scolded, but he didn’t seem angry at all, a small smile never leaving his lips.

“I’m sick of you saying the same thing over and over. We all saw the newspaper!” Dadan groaned under her breath, to which Luffy just stuck his tongue out in response.

You couldn’t help but just smile at Luffy’s enthusiasm, even though you already knew about Ace’s adventures before you even arrived. He was making a lot of noise… albeit his bounty was still a humble 50 million. It was a bit strange to see his face plastered over a wanted poster and to know the entire East Blue probably already knew his name. Had he already entered the Grand Line, you wondered?

You eyed Dadan. The redhead woman showed a tough exterior as usual, but you didn’t see genuine annoyance in her eyes… much the opposite.

“Did Luffy cry a lot when Ace left?” You asked her jokingly.

“Hey! I didn’t cry!”

Dogura giggled and side eyed you. “Luffy didn’t cry-nii… But Dadan–“

She punched him in the head.

“Shut up! Where’s the respect?!”

She blushed furiously.

You swallowed your laughter along with the rice, afraid of being punched by her, too.

Mt. Colubo without Ace felt… weird.

Of course, you were happy that your friend was achieving his dream. Just like Luffy, Goa Island would never be big enough for Ace. And yet, his absence was noticeable at all times, something you just couldn’t ignore. He wasn’t there to make sarcastic comments, punch Luffy or laugh at you…

It felt empty.

And it was a bit sad to realize that if you were feeling like that, Luffy was feeling it tenfold worse.

He didn’t shut up. Not that he was someone to shut up on a normal basis, but now? The straw hat boy talked nonstop. He wasn’t even someone to talk too much about the past, yet you caught yourself listening to him babble about everything that happened in the weeks before Ace’s departure and everything he’d been up to since. Luffy wasn’t even focused on his training as he used to. He followed you around like a shadow. You wondered if his throat was dry from talking so much.

Ace’s request made much more sense now.

You were used to loneliness. You even learned to enjoy it to some extent. Luffy… wasn’t. More than that – he obviously hated it. So you could see why it was so tough for him being alone for the first time. Of course, Dadan Family was right there; he could go down to Foosha to see Makino whenever he wanted. But it wasn’t the same, was it?

So when Luffy dragged you to their tree house, you just accepted it. You didn’t make questions. You knew it was his little way of feeling close to his brother somehow.

Did it piss you off when a storm fell and there was no way of going back to spend the night on a warm bed? Definitely.

But you resigned yourself to not complaining out loud.

“We used to live here, you know?” His voice came from some corner, though you were too focused on trying to patch a leak on the ceiling to look back. The ceiling was so short that you didn’t need to stand on anything to reach it. “For a while.”

You gulped. By we, he was talking about Sabo as well. There was always a strange knot in your stomach in the rare moments Luffy mentioned him.

“Seems like a fun place for a bunch of kids to live in.”

Luffy giggled. “Yeah.”

His silence meant he didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

You finished the patch and turned around.

Luffy had brought two thin mattresses, pillows and rags as covers. They were visibly very old, probably hadn’t been used in a long time… and kid sized. He placed them side by side and sat over his with crossed legs.

You sat in front of him.

The rain was loud out there. Luckily, it wasn’t followed by wind, so it wasn’t that wet inside the tree house. Kinda. The only source of light was your small lantern on the floor beside you two. It cast weird shadows on Luffy’s face.

He became… quiet all of sudden. He took his hat off and tried to scratch a stain from the red strip with his thumb. Shoulders dropped, head hung low.

Luffy looked less and less like a boy.

There was something a bit uncanny in seeing him so serious.

You crossed your arms and coughed. “What d’you wanna do? I got a deck of cards in my bag. We could play a game.”

Luffy pouted. “I’m not that great with card games.”

“You could learn.”

“You don’t have that much patience to teach.”

Bullseye.

“Uh… what about a guessing game?” Luffy didn’t answer, still focused on his hat. Weird weird weird. That’s so not him. I’m typically the one to be silent. Honestly, I’d rather hear him talk nonstop like he was doing before than this. “So what? We just gonna sit here and stare at each other?”

“It’s funny to see you try to cheer me up. Usually it’s the other way around.”

You were taken aback.

...Bullseye. Again.

Luffy had these moments sometimes when he blurted out stuff that showed he was not dense, even though he seemed to be. In fact, he payed a lot of attention to a lot of things – things that he found interesting, at least. And he’d blurt these things with a straight face, too.

He finally looked up and opened a kind smile.

“Thank you.”

Yeah. He… he looked less and less like a boy.

You looked to the side and frowned, hoping it would mask your embarrassment. “Why is it that whenever one of you bring me here, you get all emotional?”

Luffy giggled and finally put his hat aside before yawning. “Sleep in a rainy night is the best. Imma turn this off, okay?” He turned the lantern off before you could complain. Luffy laid on his mattress with his back turned to you. “Night.”

“Good night…”

But he was already snoring.

He dragged you to a place where you had nothing to do and slept.

Great.

You laid there, your back turned to him, for a long time. It wasn’t exactly pitch black; you could see weird shadows on the walls caused by the tree branches around. The endless pitter patter of the rain or a leak somewhere else in the house. The sound of Luffy turning around every five minutes. It seems he was hyperactive even in his sleep. It was a bit chilly due to the rain, but that cover was too short for you, which made you curl like an armadillo. You wondered how many insects were lurking in the shadows… if there were maybe snakes too looking for cover.

No sign of sleep whatsoever.

I should put the lantern under the cover and read a bit. Will he wake up with some light? Shit… the rain isn’t going away at all. I’ll catch a cold like that. Is he moving again? How can someone move so much sleeping–

Your entire body froze.

Every muscle. Every nerve. Even your lungs. Everything froze.

Arms wrapping around your waist.

His entire torso glued to your back.

And his face– his face was pressed on your neck. Right on your neck.

Wh– What?!

If that part of your brain wasn’t turned off, your immediate reaction would be to fight back. But it wasn’t on. That was Luffy. You’d never be able to hurt Luffy.

Even so – what the hell was he doing?!

Your heart raced violently as if it wanted to run away from your body; your breath came fast and short. Oh my God. What is going on? What?!

“L-Luffy?!” You managed to whisper somehow.

The answer came in the form of a soft snore.

Chills chills chills. He was breathing on your neck. It was cold then; now, it was steaming hot. His skin was always warm for some reason… but at that moment? Literally glued to you?

“Luffy?” You tried again, too scared to look over your shoulder. His hair tingled the back of your neck.

Another soft snore.

Sleeping. He was really sleeping.

Thinking back on it… you’d seen how Luffy usually sleeps. When he’s not sprawled over the bed like someone who just got shot, he’s hugging his pillow.

Oh.

So unconsciously… he found a pillow.

That made you calm down a bit – well, at least it wasn’t on purpose. Because it’d be strange if Luffy simply decided to… huh… cuddle. Not that you weren’t used to his hugs or the way he didn’t mind physical touch, but that was different. Very very very very different.

If I move away slowly… maybe he won’t wake up…

Yet, you didn’t move.

You stayed there. Still. Like a statue.

You weren’t brave enough to move away.

...You didn’t want to move away.

Luffy’s snoring wasn’t loud or annoying. His warmth… was comfortable. Shielded you from the rainy night. His grip wasn’t too tight. The slow movement of his chest against your back was calming.

To admit you were enjoying this would make you a weirdo?

Have you ever been this close to anyone before? No. Obviously no. You didn’t remember ever receiving a hug from your parents. They weren’t the type of people you could run to when you got a nightmare; they wouldn’t accept you into their bed and give you a comforting hug.

Yeah.

Perhaps being alone hurt you as much as it hurt him. More than you wanted to admit to yourself.

So slowly, your body relaxed. Slowly, you felt sleep getting heavy in your eyelids. The rain and Luffy’s calm breathing were your lullabies. Slowly, you fell asleep.

You woke up the moment he disentangled from you.

The sun already shone above the forest. He didn’t move away abruptly, but his lack of warmth was already enough to bring you back to consciousness.

You laid there, eyes closed, and waited to see what would happen.

There was silence for a while. Luffy didn’t move. Didn’t make a sound. You wondered what expression he was making. You wondered if he felt uncomfortable or weird. You wondered if letting him wrap his arms around you was inappropriate.

Finally, Luffy poked your cheek.

You turned around.

His hair was a complete mess. His face all puffy.

“Morning.” His voice was husky from sleep. “Let’s go down to Foosha.”

He didn’t mention what happened.

So you wouldn’t, too.

Foosha Village didn’t have a lot of kids anymore.

Makino still baked cake for the Mayor every year, albeit the parties became smaller and quieter. The Mayor himself didn’t seem to mind, as he had already said these birthday parties were more towards the kids than to himself; but he still enjoyed a good chocolate cake anyway. Who wouldn’t?

The bar was empty in the evening. You’d already helped Makino put the chairs over the tables to sweep the floor. Now that it was all cleaned and most people left, she brought the second cake. She always baked a second cake to prevent Luffy from eating everything by himself.

It was just you, Luffy, Makino and the Mayor eating cake, sitting on a round table.

“I’m glad Ace made new friends out there.” Makino confessed, smiling sweetly. You had noticed how she – and the other three – just mentioned the name Ace after the bar emptied. It put a question mark in your head, as it always did.“I bet he’s having fun.”

“Having fun?!” Woop Slap choked. “Makino, he’s a criminal now. There’s nothing good about this.”

“D’you see his bounty photo?! He looks so sick,” Luffy completely ignored the Mayor, speaking with his mouth full of cake. Makino giggled. “And in three years, it’s gonna be me. I’ll have an even better bounty photo!”

The Mayor sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. “You still want to be a pirate?!”

“The King of the Pirates.”

“My God. This generation is doomed.” He scratched his head tiredly. “You should try to knock some sense into your friend’s head, aye, Wolfie? Since you seem like a good kid.”

Luffy scoffed. “Yeah. Tooootally a good kid.”You kicked his leg under the table. “Ouch.”

These moments were always nice. Just sitting around a table, eating cake and talking about anything that came to mind. The setting sun put orange shades over everything. The air felt lighter, fresher after yesterday’s storm; it smelled of chocolate, soda and salt. The weather was comfortable. Your heart, strangely at ease.

It’d be nice, you thought, if life had more moments like that.

The Mayor thanked Makino and said his goodbyes eventually. Makino, as usual, rushed you two to climb the mountain before it got dark.

“I gotta take a leak before we go,” Luffy said. You scowled.

“Rude.”

“Can I use your bathroom, Makino?”

“Sure.” The straw hat boy ran out of the bar, as Makino’s house was just beside it. The green haired woman looked at you. “I’ll take the basket in the kitchen for you, okay?”

The picnic basket, as usual. You nodded, and she disappeared behind the door.

You sat there, your back facing the front doors with your arms crossed, and let your mind wander back to what happened past night for the first time. Luffy was acting like nothing happened. Well, maybe in his mind, it wasn’t that important, as most things weren’t. Maybe he was right. Maybe you were looking too much into something unimportant.

...Why did, suddenly, you felt like it’d be difficult to be alone with him from now on?

Difficult in what sense? You couldn’t even explain why. The sudden embarrassment to look at him for too long. The… the weird thing in your stomach. It was all strange and stupid. You already knew Luffy for a long time, right? So there was nothing to be embarrassed of.

Makino appeared from behind the kitchen doors again, holding the picnic basket. “It feels weird to not put Ace’s slice this time… but I guess the others will be happy to have more food.”

Then, she looked ahead towards the doors.

Her eyes widened slightly.

“I’m sorry, sir… we’re already closed.”

There was someone else in the bar? When did they get in? How didn’t you notice them?

At that exact moment – the air froze.

It was like time moved in slow motion.

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears. You could see every grain of dust dancing in the air as sunlight hit them. You became aware of everything, your senses sharpened to the maximum potency.

The scenery around you wasn’t painted in orange tones anymore. It became blue. Freezing cold blue.

All because of the presence behind you.

You already knew who it was before you turned around. Yet, for a second, you tried to deny it to yourself. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be.

But your senses never failed you. Not even once. You were trained to recognize immediate danger before you learned to speak. It was ingrained in your body and soul.

You turned around slowly. Immediate danger would normally make you take a fight instance in the spot. But that was useless against who stood by the door. The sheer pressure of his power. It crushed your senses, oppressed you, made the air knock out of your lungs. You wished for a second that it’d be anyone; a powerful Marine, someone wanting to kill you for whatever reason…

Anything would be a better option than who stood at the entrance of the bar.

And yet, when you made eye contact, all of your thin hopes were crushed. Everything was crushed.

Scarpia Virgus.

He looked at you in silence.

The man stood with his impeccable posture as always, his hands behind his back. He wore an elegant black suit with a deep purple tie. His long beard and hair, as white as snow.

He was not wearing his owl mask.

He was not blinking.

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move.

It’d better to have a warship with all its cannons aimed at you. It’d be better to have an entire batallion of Marine troopers to face. Anything would be less dangerous than his mere presence, the single fact that he was not wearing a mask.

And Makino saw his face.

No no no no no. Please do anything to me. I don’t care. But don’t hurt Makino. Don’t kill Makino.

Finally, you gathered the strength to get up.

“This is my grandfather, Makino.” You said without taking your eyes off him for a second. He could kill her in the blink of an eye. He could bring this entire bar down with a single strike of the katana he held behind his back.

And yet, you found a way to sound somewhat normal, to not let Makino understand how close to death she stood.

She made a surprised face and looked from you to him. “Oh, really? It’s a pleasure meeting you, sir.”

He looked at her for the first time and your whole body tensed. Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her.

All he did was open a serene lip tightened smile in response.

“Can we talk in the kitchen for a while?” You blurted out. “Privately?”

Once again, Makino looked from you to him repeatedly. “Uh… sure.”

She stepped aside and opened the counter’s door so you two could walk into the kitchen. You trembled when moved into the bar. Don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt her.

When he walked past Makino, he bowed his head respectifully for a second.

You followed him shortly. Locked the door as soon as you closed it.

And then, you were alone with your grandfather.

He moved slowly, analyzing the area, as he always did. There was a small round table in the corner. Virgus sat down and put his long, black sheathed katana over the table.

He signaled for you to sit in front of him with his finger.

You obeyed.

The silence was excruciating. He was excruciating.

This was your worst nightmare. The thing you took every precaution to not let happen. The reason why you were so obedient for all these years, the reason why you trained and took commissions without a single complaint: so you wouldn’t be followed. So you wouldn’t be discovered.

But there he was – Scarpia Virgus, sitting in Partys Bar small kitchen. Your two worlds clashing. The one you hated, and the one you loved.

Grandfather wasn’t looking at you.

He took something from the inside of his suit: a small black velvet sack where he always kept his runes. Virgus shook the sack slowly. You could hear the sound of the small pieces of carved bones clacking against each other.

And when he spoke for the first time – your blood went cold.

“Monkey… D… Luffy.”

He dropped the runes over the table.

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling panic and defeat wash over you. He knew about Luffy. He knew everything.

Grandfather analyzed the runes in silence for some seconds. You never understood what those symbols meant and you didn’t want to. He caressed his beard and hummed.

“He’s the son of a dragon as well. I understand why you were naturally drawn to each other.”

You didn’t know what that meant. All you could do was try to control your body, try to not shake. Not Luffy. Anyone but Luffy. Please, don’t hurt Luffy. Please.

You gulped.

“How did you find out?” It was hard to control your shaky breath. Your voice was small, uneasy, compared to his deep firm tone. “Was it Landon?”

“It was Crowley.”

Once again, the air was knocked out of your lungs.

Crowley?!

He found out about Goa Island and Luffy? How? When?!

And then, for the first time, another feeling mixed with your panic.

Anger.

Hatred.

Crowley. That demon. He pried into my life. He put Luffy in danger. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

Virgus intertwined his hands and rested them above his stomach.

“You’re angry. He played dirty. Crowley is ambitious… he wants to be the best.” He quirked one eyebrow. “But you broke several family rules.” You avoided his gaze, way too ashamed to keep looking at him. “How many people know about you?”

Lying would be pointless. You didn’t want to put a target on Luffy’s head, but to lie would be to condemn everyone else, too.

“Just Luffy. B-But he doesn’t know our family name…”

“That doesn’t make it any better.”

You gulped again. Even trying to put your emotions on autopilot was useless; not with him right there, what he represented.

“B-But Luffy is just a boy from the East Blue. Even if he knew… even if…”

“That simple boy is Vice-Admiral Garp’s grandson.”

That was enough to make you swallow whatever argument you had.

Vice-Admiral Garp?!

What?! No – that couldn’t be true. B-But– Luffy barely ever talked about his grandfather; he just said he was an annoying old man. You’d never met him. His grandfather was a Marine legend?!

Scarpia Virgus scoffed. “You didn’t know that? I’m very disappointed. You decide to reveal your true identity to someone and don’t even bother to know about their background.” You felt yourself becoming small. Small, small, small, smaller under his piercing gaze. “You know our family have some sort of freedom to do whatever we want. But Garp… he’s not the type of Marine that can be bribed. If he finds out his grandson is friends with a Scarpia, we’re all doomed. Do you understand the danger you put us all through?”

You looked down at the table. Fear, anger, shame. It was all crushing.

“Does my f-father know?” Your voice became even quieter than before,

Your grandfather collected his rune pieces slowly. “If he knew, this whole village would already be reduced to ashes. He would let the boy alive to not bring us any trouble… but not everyone else, to teach you a lesson.”

Virgus put the sack inside his suit again and leaned his intertwined hands over the table. His movement, getting even a bit closer to you, made you tremble.

“Your father is intransigent. He should be, as the head of the family. He won’t understand that you’re young, and youngsters make mistakes.” He paused to let his words sink in. You knew what the unspoken part meant. Punishment. Grave punishment. Months worth of punishment. “But I do.”

Your eyes darted up to him once more.

Grandfather caressed his beard again.

“Your parents want to take you out of the business completely... so you’ll be in perfect condition for your marriage.”

“What?!” You blurted out.

They wanted to keep you locked away at Scarpia Island until the wedding? Like a prisoner?!

That’d be worst than death.

“I don’t want that to happen as well. So this is what you’ll do from now on.”

You held your breath. Was he proposing a deal?

“You’ll become my personal pupil. I’ll train you beyond the child’s play Landon has been teaching you. But you’ll leave this island right now and never come back.”

You froze again.

Leave and never come back?

Leave Luffy?

No. No, no, no. I can’t. I can’t leave the only place I’m allowed to be myself. I can’t let my small island of peace forever.

I promised Ace I’d keep showing up. I… I can’t.

I can’t leave my only friend behind.

You tightened your hands into fists. Your heart raced violently.

“I-I… I don’t want to,” you managed to speak somehow in a shallow, weak voice.

Virgus scoffed – and you realized you committed a mistake. He’d been very calm until that moment; now, he sounded angry. The least thing you wanted was to annoy him.

“You’re in no position to not want anything.” Small small small the size of a grain of salt. “The rule of our family is the rule of the strongest. And you are weak. You’re weaker than your butler; you didn’t even notice my presence until I was behind you. You don’t want to obey me? What are you gonna do about it? Do you think you can fight me?”

“N-No. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can’t. You can’t fight anyone and win, because you’re naive. You haven’t understood yet that you’re a Scarpia; life will never be kind to you. Do you hate your brother? Do you seek revenge for exposing your secret? Do you want to confront your father? Do you hate this betrothal and want to get rid of it?” He leaned slightly closer. “Then be stronger. Be the strongest. Only then your voice will matter to anyone in this family.”

Virgus got up from the chair and took his katana again. “Say goodbye to him. I’ll be waiting in the harbor. If you disobey me… your father will know about this whole situation. And he won’t be as comprehensive as me.”

He started to walk away.

You gathered some courage.

“W-Why are you helping me?”

Helping. He was shattering everything that truly mattered to you.

But you knew he was right.

That was the rule of the family. The way out he offered was still much more merciful than what Scarpia Drachen would ever be able to offer.

He stopped.

“Because I see your true potential. And because you are my dear granddaughter.”

He left.

You sat there for a long time, staring at the table, until Makino walked in and asked if you were alright.

You weren’t.

You are a Scarpia; life will never be kind to you.

You would never be.

The climb up was silent.

Luffy babbled nonstop. You couldn’t speak anything. You couldn’t even look at him. Every step seemed heavy; with each of them, you felt as if a piece of your heart was dropping in the way.

You didn’t want to say goodbye.

But you couldn’t want anything. Not when Luffy, Dadan Family, Foosha Village would all be in danger.

It was all your fault in the end, wasn’t it? You weren’t careful enough; you were so sloppy that Crowley found out about your whereabouts. Crowley. I’ll kill him. I will actually kill him. This is not a joke.

Because of him, you’d never go back to Goa Island.

Because of him, you had to say goodbye to your only friend.

And it was stupid of you to wait until you were on top of your hill, that same place you sat down to eat watermelons all those years ago. The place you asked him if you could come back again. The same place where Luffy made his absurd promise.

It was stupid. It was silly. It was naive, as your grandfather called you.

But it felt appropriate.

You stopped walking.

Luffy looked back.

“Yo, Four Eyes, what’s wrong with you all of sudden?” He scratched his hair in a confused expression. “You constipated?”

Four Eyes. This stupid nickname. You weren’t even wearing glasses at that moment.

You gripped the handle of the picnic basket tighter.

For the first time, you looked up at him again.

The last rays of sun kissed his olive skin. Made his usually almost black eyes look dark chocolate. The wind hussled the trees around, played with the strands of hair on his forehead. You tried to memorize his slightly confused expression. You wanted to remember the face he’d make before you told him what you needed to tell, the last time he’d look… normal.

“Luffy, some… some things happened.” I can’t believe I’m saying this. Each word struggled to come out, as if you had swallowed sharp nails. “I received a call. I’ll… I’ll have to go back sooner.”

Luffy looked surprised for a second.

Then, his shoulders dropped.

Don’t make this face. Please, don’t make this face.

“Oh. That sucks.” He massaged the back of his neck awkwardly. “You leaving tomorrow morning?”

“I’m leaving right now.”

Don’t make this face. Don’t make this face.

“Ooh. It must’ve been very serious, huh?” It was his turn to look down. He somehow managed to smile again. “That means next year you’ll have to stay double more days to pay for now.”

You could say you’d come back, just so you wouldn’t have to go through all this pain. But that’d be way too cruel – and you couldn’t be cruel. Not with him.

You handed him the picnic basket.

“I’m… I’m not coming back next year, Luffy.”

He gasped.

His smile immediately dropped.

“...What?”

You looked down again, feeling your entire face and neck burn.

“M-My family is moving to the New World. It’s… it’s very, very far. I’m… not gonna make it here. Not anymore.”

That was the best excuse you came up with. You couldn’t tell him the complete truth. You couldn’t look at him. Just couldn’t.

Luffy put the basket on the floor.

You were startled when he put both hands over your shoulders.

And–

And he was smiling.

But it was a weird smile. It looked strained. Had he ever smiled like that before?

“No biggie!” His voice sounded strained, and strangely high pitched, too, as if there had a lump in his throat. “I’ll set sail in three years. I’ll get a crew and a ship. I’m gonna find you there this time!”

Oh crap.

There was a lump in your throat, too.

The final orange rays of light made it look like he was genuinely shining. His eyes were shining. You tried to ignore what that meant.

“You’ve been going through all this trouble of coming to visit me every year, right? Because I’m still weak and I don’t have a ship. B-But it’s alright! I’ll be even stronger in three years! Nothing will stand in my way!”

Then you were putting your hands over his shoulders too.

“No, I’m the one who’s weak.” You shook your head. “I’ll get stronger, too. I’ll work hard, okay? So no one will stand in my way.”

“Right!”

“Right!”

“This is a promise!”

“Promised!”

You hugged him.

Usually, you wouldn’t be the one to initiate any sort of physical touch. But how could you not at that moment, when your chin was trembling and you felt like you were holding back a dam? You hugged him tight, gripped the fabric of his shirt. Luffy hugged you back right away, offering no resistance; he never minded hugs anyway.

Shit, you didn’t want to let go. Even if you met each other again in three years – it was still three years, and you didn’t know if you could survive three years without him or Goa or the peace everything brought.

But it was your best shot anyway. Luffy’s safety was beyond your wishes. Even if it’d hurt.

Finally, you stepped back. Luffy coughed, scratched his nose with the back of his hand. His eyes were shining, but not in a happy way. His chin was trembling. God, his chin was trembling.

“Can you… hm… can you say goodbye to Dadan and the others for me?”

Luffy nodded. “They’re gonna miss your annual rent.”

You laughed and stepped back.

“So… I’ll get going.”

“See ya.”

You hesitated before turning around.

Your steps were heavy and slow; your shoulders were dropped, head hung low. This hill, this trail you already knew like the palm of your hand. All of these trees and bugs from the island that brought you so much comfort. You were saying goodbye to all of that. What if you had never climbed Mt. Colubo at 8 years old? How lifeless and colorless your life would be? You wouldn’t even know what fun meant.

What friendship meant.

You turned around abruptly.

He was still standing there, watching you go.

Your heart throbbed. Your hands were sweating.

“Luffy!”, you called.

He smiled and waved from far.

Your fists were tightened. You knew he wouldn’t hear if you didn’t yell. So you gathered all the air in your lungs for what you were about to say.

“Thank you for being my friend!”

Your voice echoed through the woods.

Luffy widened his eyes in surprise.

And then – he was ugly crying.

“Aw, come on, man! Why you gotta get emotional all of sudden?! Shut up!!”

You laughed. How could he make you laugh even in a situation like that? “I’m emotional? You’re the one crying!”

“I’m not crying!” He wiped his face with his forearm. But he was smiling through the tears, too. He laughed with you, too. “Get the hell out of here already!”

You sent him a last glance. A last look to keep in your memory. Luffy waving goodbye, grinning, at the top of your hill.

Finally, you turned around and walked down.

Then you were running.

Then you were crying.

Only when you were far enough. Only when you knew there was no chance anyone would see it. You crouched down in the middle of the bushes, hugging your own stomach, and cried. Quietly. Painfully.

You are a Scarpia; life will never be kind to you.

Your grandfather was right. Maybe you should’ve known it sooner. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so bad if you had already known.

But it hurt anyway.

No rain fell over the Goa Kingdom the night you said goodbye to your best friend.

A/N: THAT WAS SAD :((

so basically, "heavenly control" = rokushiki with another name (the thing the cp9 members b doing if you don't remember). i imagine the thing about being hyper aware and in control of your body would be the basis for rokushiki before u learn the hardening and idk flying like sanji.

assassin teenager that fights with chains?? WELCOME BACK GOGO YUBARI

all that shit happened right when my girl was developing her crush lol :((

as i said previously, next chapter we'll finally get to pre timeskip!! how will they meet each other after so long?? what'll be their reactions?? I DON'T KNOW!!

As usual, feedback is MUCHHH appreciated! If you read until here please don't forget to leave a comment <3 See you!

[dollbrbie]

thinking about luffy who absolutely hates wearing condoms, always pouting whenever you make him wear one after your period came late one time and making you fear for the worst.

and while luffy didn’t actually get you pregnant, the thought alone sent your head back on straight, realising you definitely need to start using protection.

“but why? i can just pull out! it doesn’t feel as good with a condom..”, luffy tries to counter, pouting at your shaking head when you tell him for a final time, it’s sex with a condom or no sex at all.

however, luffy can be such a brat.

it doesn’t matter how firm you are or how hard you put your foot down, luffy always manages to get his way with you one way or another.

so here you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you raw with your legs resting on his shoulders as he pounds into your glossy pussy, holding back his triumphant smirk.

“see? doesn’t it feel so much better raw..?”, he asks so innocently despite the filth he was doing to you, smiling wide when he sees you nod your head mindlessly with pretty whines falling from your lips.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[inseobts]

Hii! Hope you are doing good! :> can i please request the Reaction of Luffy and 2-3 characters of your choice when their partner just sometimes gives their booty a simple pat, a gently slap or even a tiny squeeze as their own kind of affection for them? They might also be bold enough to do it in front of other since it is just their own way to say they appreciate their partner.

Thank you for your time and i hope this isn't weird

Booty Pat

gn!reader

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji

words count: 0.9k each

a/n: sorry, I've had writer's block these past few days, but I hope they still turned out well T.T

tags: fluff, humor, established relationship, physical affection, playful

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Luffy:

When you first got together with Luffy, you weren’t sure how to handle him.

He’s loud. He’s warm. He’s always touching your shoulder, your hand, sometimes flopping across your lap like a big rubbery cat.

You liked it. You really liked it.

But back then, you kept your hands to yourself. Maybe it was nerves. Maybe you were just too shy to be that free. Touching Luffy felt like touching the sun, a little too much all at once.

But Luffy never pulled away. Not once. He grinned when you kissed his cheek. He pulled you into hugs like it was breathing. And after a few months, something in you just… relaxed.

The first time it happens, you don’t even think about it.

You’re walking through the hallway of the Sunny, a towel thrown over your shoulder. Luffy’s standing by the wall, one foot up, talking to Usopp about how he once fought a giant goldfish. Again.

You pass by him, barely listening.

Pat.

Your hand lands right on his butt. Light. Natural. Like you’ve done it a hundred times.

You keep walking.

Three steps later, your brain catches up.

Wait.

You freeze mid-step "Did I just—?"

You turn slowly. Luffy’s head is tilted at you, blinking. Then his mouth spreads into that huge grin he always gives you when you’re being weird.

He starts laughing “Oi, Y/N! Did you just hit my butt?!”

Your face burns “I—I don’t know?? Maybe?”

He’s still laughing “That was funny! Do it again!”

You stare “What?”

“Do it again!” he repeats, turning and sticking his butt out toward you “Come onnnn!”

Usopp’s choking from laughter in the background “WHAT is happening right now?!”

You blink once. Then twice. Then your hand goes out and smack.

Luffy throws his head back “BAHAHA! I love you!”

You grin, finally relaxing “I love you too, idiot.”

A few days later you’re by the railing, watching the sea. Luffy walks past behind you.

Then... Pat.

You freeze. You whip your head around “Luffy.”

He’s already giggling “I did what you did to me!”

You gasp “You little thief.”

“You started it!” he shouts, running away before you can chase him.

Now it’s a Thing.

You pat his butt when you pass by. He pats yours when he’s bored. Sanji drops a plate once when you do it during dinner. Robin covers her mouth politely. Zoro grumbles “I hate this crew” everytime.

Luffy just keeps laughing. Everytime.

And you feel freer. Happier.

You might’ve started as the shy one. But now you’re the Captain’s number one butt-patter. And he’s totally okay with that.

One day you’re lying on the deck, half-asleep, enjoying the sun. Luffy’s voice makes you peek one eye open “Oi, Y/N…”

He stands over you, hands on hips, tilting his head.

“You slapped my butt three times today.”

You squint at him “Only three?”

He gasps “ONLY?!”

You yawn “That’s nothing. I’m pacing myself.”

Luffy bursts out laughing and flops next to you, limbs spread wide like a starfish “You’re so weird.”

“You like it.”

“I do.” He stretches, his shirt riding up a bit “It’s funny. Makes me feel like meat.”

You snort “You are meat.”

๋࣭ ˖ 𐔌 ⸻ ࿐ . ۫

One day Sanji is plating lunch. Zoro is already asleep at the table. Nami’s balancing ledgers while Robin reads quietly. Peaceful. Calm.

Then you walk behind Luffy.

Your hand lifts, and—Pat.

Nice and casual. Right cheek.

Luffy doesn’t even flinch anymore “That one was soft” he says through a mouthful of rice.

“Appreciation pat” you explain.

Chopper looks up from his bowl “What’s that mean?”

“It means they’re in love” Robin answers, smiling gently.

Usopp sighs dramatically “It used to be peaceful around here…”

“Don’t be jealous” you tease, sitting next to Luffy.

Luffy, unbothered, reaches over and places a lettuce leaf on your head.

You blink “What is this?”

“Affection” he says proudly.

“…Lettuce?”

“Yeah!”

“Luffy, no.”

The next day… you’re walking across the deck when you see him. He’s leaning over the side, watching the fish below, all relaxed and dreamy.

Perfect.

You sneak up. Slowly. Carefully.

Then—Pat.

“BAHAHA!” Luffy’s shoulders shake with laughter “You really do it every day, huh?”

“Every hour, actually.”

He turns to face you, eyes twinkling “Is it a rule?”

You nod “Butt appreciation is a serious job.”

He throws his arms around you, pulling you into one of his tight, full-body Luffy hugs “You’re soooo weird” he mumbles into your shoulder “But I like it.”

You grin “Then you better keep that butt safe. It’s a national treasure now.”

He pulls back, suddenly serious. “Do I need to put it in a safe?”

You laugh. “It is the safe.”

Meanwhile, somewhere on the Sunny…

Zoro: “If I see one more slap, I’m jumping off the ship.”

Nami: “You won’t.”

Zoro: “Watch me.”

Usopp: “We’re all just living in Y/N’s world now, huh?”

Brook: “Yohoho! May I pat a booty too—?”

Everyone: “NO.”

Back on deck, Luffy’s grinning like a fool while you sneak another pat on your way past him.

You’re not counting anymore. He is.

You’re at twelve for the day. A new record.

He pumps his fists in the air like he just won a battle.

“TWELVE!!”

You blow him a kiss and call back, “Lucky number thirteen is coming soon!”

He spins around, arms up, ready for it.

“OKAY! I’M WAITING!”

The others groan.

But you just smile.

This is how you love. And Luffy totally gets it.

── .✦ Zoro:

You and Zoro start slow.

Which, considering he nearly sliced your head off the first time you met, is kind of impressive.

He doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t flirt. Doesn’t do big shows of emotion. But when you touch him, even just resting your hand on his arm? He doesn’t move away. He lets you stay close. Sometimes he leans into it.

Eventually, things change. You get together. And Zoro… tries.

He’s not romantic. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. But when you’re alone, he’s soft. Real soft.

You can kiss his jaw and pull at his shirt and he just closes his eyes and lets you. He grunts, sure, and mumbles, “Tch, you’re annoying” but his hand’s already on your back, holding you there.

He’d never say it, but he loves your attention.

Until one day, when you’re walking behind him on the deck one morning. He’s shirtless, of course. Sweaty from training. Muscles flexing.

Your brain turns off. Your hand acts on instinct.

Pat.

Right on the butt. Perfect aim. Not hard. Just… appreciative.

Zoro freezes.

You freeze.

He turns his head. Slowly. Eye twitching.

“What the hell was that?”

You blink “…Compliment.”

He grabs your wrist. Not rough, but firm “Don’t.”

Your brows raise “Why not? I like your butt.”

“I don’t care.”

“You do care...” you say, smirking.

His ears go red.

A few days later you’re in the kitchen grabbing water. Zoro walks past. You’re feeling bold.

You go for it again.

He catches your hand before you make contact.

“Are you serious?” he mutters, gripping your wrist.

You just grin “It’s my love language.”

“My love language is ‘don’t do that where other people can see’.”

You pout “You let me when we’re alone.”

“That’s the point.”

“How?”

“Because no one’s watching!” he snaps, glancing around the room.

Sanji is definitely watching.

And cackling.

Zoro’s eye twitches.

You lean in close, whispering, “I think your crew should know you’re loved.”

He groans “They don’t need to know that through my ass.”

Later that night you’re sitting in the crow’s nest together. Just the two of you. Zoro’s sharpening his swords, quiet as always.

You crawl over and lean against him. He doesn’t say anything, but his arm shifts so you can fit under it.

You smile “Can I touch your butt now?”

He exhales slowly “You’re so annoying.”

“But you like me.”

“Unfortunately.”

Your hand drifts down.

This time, he doesn’t stop you.

You grin into his shoulder “So soft.”

He grumbles something under his breath.

You pretend not to hear him whisper, “Only you get to do that.”

The next morning you walk past him on the main deck.

You raise your hand.

Zoro glares before you even make contact.

“Don’t.”

You laugh “Okay, okay.”

You wait until you’re alone again.

Then—Pat.

๋࣭ ˖ 𐔌 ⸻ ࿐ . ۫

You’ve been good.

Sort of.

You don’t touch Zoro’s butt in front of the crew. Not technically. Not unless you’re quick and sneaky. Or it’s dark. Or no one’s facing your direction. You’ve developed stealth.

But Zoro is a swordsman.

His instincts are terrifying.

So no matter how fast you move... Wrist. Grabbed. Every time.

“Stop trying it,” he grumbles, walking beside you one afternoon “You’re not slick.”

You smile sweetly “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You do.”

You absolutely do.

Later, in the galley the crew’s eating dinner. Luffy’s stacking plates with meat, Sanji’s yelling, and Zoro is sitting next to you, arms crossed, calm.

Too calm.

You glance at his profile.

Sharp jaw. Broad shoulders. That little frown he always wears like it’s stitched to his face.

You bump your knee against his under the table.

And when he's about to stand up he glances at you.

You grin.

Your hand slides behind him and he catches your wrist. Under the table.

Without looking.

You nearly burst out laughing.

He squeezes your hand under the table and mutters, “You’re gonna make me leave.”

You whisper, “I'd like the view anyway.”

He grunts. But he doesn’t let go of your hand.

Not yet.

Meanwhile… Nami is staring.

Robin’s hiding a smile behind her book.

Usopp squints “Are they fighting? Or flirting?”

Sanji: “Honestly, with those two? Who knows.”

Luffy looks over “Zoro’s mad again?”

Zoro looks up “I’m not mad!”

Everyone stares.

Zoro realizes what he just yelled “…Shut up.”

Later that night you’re in the hallway, just outside your room. Zoro’s stretching, half shirtless, towel around his neck.

You pass by.

You don’t even think this time.

Pat.

Zoro whips around “You promised!”

“That was hours ago. New day.”

“It’s still the same day!”

You lean against the wall, grinning “It’s our thing. You’re just in denial.”

“I’m not—!”

You tiptoe up, hands on his chest now “Admit it. You like it. Just not when people see.”

He looks away, ears turning red “…Yeah, well. Not everything has to be a damn show.”

You press a kiss to his cheek “That’s fair.”

Then your hand drops—Pat.

He groans “You are the worst.”

You grin “You love me.”

He doesn’t answer. But he doesn’t stop you either.

The next morning you reach out in the galley.

Zoro doesn’t block you.

You blink “Wait. Are you letting me—?”

SMACK.

Right on your own butt.

You freeze.

Zoro stares at you, completely straight-faced “Balance.”

You gape “You just—?!”

He shrugs and walks away like it never happened.

Sanji drops a plate.

Usopp is screaming.

Luffy’s clapping like a seal.

Robin: “…Interesting.”

You’re left in shock “He fought back.”

You smile.

“Oh, it’s on now.”

── .✦ Sanji:

You’ve always been the affectionate type.

Hugs? Yes. Kisses? Any time. Sitting in Sanji’s lap while he chops carrots? Standard.

So when you pat his butt one day as you pass him in the galley it’s not planned. Not even a big moment.

In facts, he’s leaning over the counter, stirring sauce, saying something about the perfect thickness.

And your hand just acts on its own.

Pat.

A quick, loving little thing. Like closing a cabinet.

And without even thinking, you’re already walking away when you hear a “Mon dieu.”

You turn back.

Sanji’s frozen in place. His cigarette has fallen out of his mouth. His entire body is trembling.

“Did you… was that… on purpose?” he whispers.

You raise an eyebrow “What? Did what? Oh... Wait, the butt thing?”

He grabs the counter. His knees wobble. He’s vibrating.

“You… you touched my—?!”

You nod “Yeah? I mean... I wasn't thinking but I like your butt.”

He spins in place. Hearts in his eyes. Actual pink hearts.

“I am in love.”

“You already were.”

“More.”

A few days later you’re walking into the kitchen. Sanji’s tossing vegetables with dramatic flair, humming a little tune. You pass behind him.

Pat.

Right cheek.

“OHHH!” He spins, almost flinging a carrot across the room “Mon amour! Again?!”

You just wink.

He’s already melting.

Luffy: “Oi, Sanji, I’m hungry.”

Sanji, still swirling with glitter and roses “Shut up, I’m being adored.”

One day during a fight, the Straw Hats are surrounded. Some minor pirate crew, nothing serious. Sanji’s kicking through them like they’re made of paper.

You dodge a sword and slide up behind him.

You’re both breathing hard, back to back.

Then, all your brin could think of? Smack.

Your palm lands right on his butt mid-fight.

He gasps “Darling!!”

He twirls mid-air and kicks three guys at once.

“YOU FUELED ME!!”

Usopp: “Did Y/N just slap his ass as a buff?!”

Zoro: “I hate this ship.”

Back on the Sunny…

“You really don’t mind it?” you ask, arms around his waist in the kitchen.

“Mind?” Sanji repeats, stunned.

He turns to you, taking your face in his hands like you’re made of sugar and light “You could grab me in front of the World Government and I’d kiss you on the spot.”

You grin “Is that a challenge?”

“Oh yes, please.”

๋࣭ ˖ 𐔌 ⸻ ࿐ . ۫

The crew has stopped asking questions.

Any time they hear a pat, a smack, or even a playful squeeze, they just brace for the sound of Sanji’s lovesick shout “MON AMOUR!”

Brook: “Yohoho! He’s swooning again.”

Robin: “How charming.”

Nami: “They’re cute but I swear if I hear one more dramatic gasp—”

Pat.

“AHHHHHH!!”

Nami: “I’m moving ships.”

It’s been some time now since the very first pat.

At first, Sanji gasped like you’d proposed marriage every time you touched his butt. Heart eyes. Roses. Knees shaking. Full twirls. Theatrical monologues about how you must truly love him.

But now he looks like he's… used to it.

You pat him when he’s cooking. When he’s slicing. When he’s carrying groceries back from town. When he’s talking to Nami or Robin or any human being, even when he's bickering with Zoro. You sneak it in with expert timing.

At this point, the crew has even stopped reacting. Mostly.

And now Sanji doesn’t even flinch.

This morning you step into the galley. He’s standing at the sink, sleeves rolled up, dish towel tucked in his waistband.

He’s washing plates, quiet and calm, little bits of steam curling up from the hot water.

And he looks really good like this. Focused. Strong arms, wet hands, hair falling over his brow, shirt clinging to his back.

You cross the room like it’s instinct.

He doesn’t turn around. He hears your footsteps and hums lightly “Good morning, darling.”

Smack.

Your hand lands with a clean, perfect sound.

No gasp. No twirl. No drama.

Sanji just keeps scrubbing the plate.

“Careful,” he says. Calm. Smooth. Voice like caramel “I might start to expect that.”

Your fingers curl slightly. Just a little squeeze. Testing him.

Still nothing. A slow exhale. A slight tilt of his head. The corner of his mouth lifts.

You lean on the counter next to him “You’re not even gonna blush? A small drop of blood from your nose for me??”

He doesn’t look at you “If I blushed or got nosebleeds every time you touched me” he murmurs, “I’d die too soon and can't spend the rest of my life with you.”

Oh.

Now you’re the one blushing.

Five minutes later he finishes drying the dishes.

You’re sitting on the counter, watching him, legs swinging “I miss the twirls.”

He chuckles, setting a clean plate down “I still do them. In my head.”

You squint at him “Liar.”

He turns to face you.

And finally he smirks.

“Maybe I’ve just grown stronger,” he says, moving closer “Adapted to your constant, delicious affection.”

You try to keep your cool, but his hands are already braced on either side of your legs “You’re really okay with it?”

He leans in, breath warm “Darling,” he says, lips brushing your cheek, “the fact that you want to touch me all the time is the most romantic thing in the world.”

Then he pats your butt.

You yelp “HEY!”

He laughs, finally showing some of that old sparkle “Just returning the favor.”

You narrow your eyes “You trying to start something, Chef?”

“Only if you’re gonna finish it.” he whispers.

Outside the galley…

Zoro: “They’re still in there.”

Nami: “Yeah, I heard slapping.”

Brook: “I heard love.”

Luffy: “I heard food. Am I wrong?”

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𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬. — monkey d. luffy x afab!reader, chapter one.

warnings: none

summary: a princess from a hidden kingdom is promised in marriage, but all she longs for is freedom. when she meets the man she sees as the freest soul in the world, she holds on to him — chasing the dream of seeing the world, unshackled from the chains of royalty.

a/n: this fic was inspired by something a friend wrote. this is chapter one — i'll be adding more as i go. i hope you enjoy it!

the way you always took was the same: down the bridge, under it, up the hollow tree, and through the woods until you reached the village.

your last piece of clothing was in tatters, torn by thorns that seemed to have a will of their own. the hood was worn out, its messy stitches like poorly healed scars struggling to keep it together — new tears opening where the dark thread didn’t stand out, impossible to fix now with needle and fiber.

you sighed as the first houses came into view, lifting the hem of your dress — not that it would matter much. the only free, or rather, least watched path in the entire kingdom was thick with mud, impossible to fully avoid.

still, you followed that familiar route and finally reached the small town, just in time to see the market come alive. it was probably around five thirty a.m., and the sky was already bleeding from deep blues into orange hues. roosters crowed in the distance, and people moved through the fair with soft smiles. many vendors were unloading boxes of exotic tropical fruits that filled the air with a fresh, intense scent — a blessing for your nose and a promise of a new day.

now it was almost seven thirty. you had already bought a big variety of fruits and vegetables, plus some meat. stopping next to a stall, you overheard a conversation between two older women — probably vendors too, with rough voices shaped by time:

“the princess turns twenty-one today, right?” said the first, with a half-smile.

“yeah, twenty-one,” answered the other. “and apparently, she’s already promised to marry… some old noble from another kingdom.”

“i’d love to see her face. they say her beauty’s so unique and unreal that all the royal painters fell for her,” the first said again.

“they say she’s ethereal, like a mythical being,” the second added.

“shame our majesty’s kept her locked away ever since the queen died...” a sigh. “they also say she’s so kind that even her maids end up falling for her — even if it’s just in a sisterly way. she must be something else.”

you exhaled and tugged at your muddy dress hem, now taking the least eye-catching path toward your cottage — even farther out than the way you came.

as you left the ladies, the fair, and all its cheer behind, a unique chill settled into your skin — a heavy weight of the morning’s cold loneliness that always pulled you back, even if taking that route was risky.

as you walked past the harbor, a few ships came into view. there was one — the biggest and flashiest of them all — with a lion-shaped figurehead and massive sails billowing in the wind. the hull was white, with golden and red details gleaming under the sun. one of the masts held a pirate flag: a skull wearing a straw hat.

you let yourself be mesmerized by its sheer size for a moment, then you pulled the fabric low over your eyes, narrowing your world to shadows and shapes.

just the sight of it made you wonder what it’d be like to sail the seas on a ship like that. your chest burned with the familiar ache for freedom — the same one that always clawed at you whenever you passed the harbor. it was a distant dream — impossible, really. too many things stood in the way of leaving this isolated place. starting with your condition.

you gripped the basket tighter, trying to squash the dream and the craving, but it was no use — it was stronger than you. your only choice was to walk through the harbor with your head down, hoping that desire would die right there, among the men and women who were free in ways you’d never be.

the problem with walking head down, under a huge hood, was that you couldn’t see much ahead — and that was exactly what happened. you didn’t see the pirate until you bumped into him. he was easy to spot: foul smell, long unkempt beard, rings on every finger, and, of course, a nasty smile.

“well, well,” his voice was hoarse, more of a growl than anything. “what’s a little rat like you doing here, huh?”

you looked up — he was taller and bigger than you — and tried to get around him, apologizing as you moved.

“nah, i’m not done talking to you,” he grabbed your arm. “what’s the rush, princess?”

the nickname sent a shiver down your spine. it made you sick. being called that by him — that pirate of all people — was horrifying.

“please, i just want to go home,” you pleaded, looking up at him. his face was smudged with soot, and his hair was disgustingly greasy. he laughed, and again you felt that shiver — followed by the grip on your arm tightening, like it was burning into your skin more than the sun ever could.

“look at you, such a little rat, why don’t you—” he started, but you barely listened. a wave of fear hit your chest, and your heart sped up, loud in your ears. your feet stalled, and your breath caught. you didn’t dare look him in the eye — something in his expression made it clear: if no one stepped in, he’d take things as far as he wanted.

but suddenly, a fist cut through the air and landed right on the pirate’s face. you didn’t even know where it came from until the heavy hand on your arm dropped. then you looked — and saw it. from the lion-headed ship, an absurdly stretched arm had flown straight into the pirate’s face.

“sanji!” a voice yelled from the ship — the same one with the crazy-stretchy arm.

“on it, captain!” the hand snapped back, and a tall blond guy approached you. he had a spiral eyebrow, gentle eyes, and a cigarette in his mouth — the minty scent hit you instantly.

“are you okay?” he asked sweetly. “come on, let me help you.”

you nodded, and the guy — who you guessed was sanji — grabbed your basket and gathered the spilled food, then gently led you toward the ship. so gently, it caught you off guard.

“come, let our doctor check if you’re hurt,” he said.

you gave in you made your way to the ship — and it was breathtaking inside. part of the deck had grass growing on it, and beautiful orange trees filled the air with a citrusy sweet scent that melted you.

you didn’t get to admire much, though, because soon a reindeer with a funny hat walked over. he was adorable but looked serious. you flinched a bit when he got closer, but figured he must have been the doctor — and let him check you. after all, your town was used to weird non-human visitors coming and going like night and day.

“you hungry?” the guy — probably sanji — caught your attention. “sorry, i didn’t introduce myself.”

sunlight sliced under your hood, forcing you to squint as you met his eyes, and that was when you saw them: the crew. the punch guy, a girl with long orange hair, another woman with black hair — taller, maybe older, but kind — a green-haired man, and... a skeleton. next to him, a long-nosed guy and a tall man with blue hair. finally, your eyes landed on the one coming down from the mast — a fish-man.

you had heard of them in stories and seen paintings in books. and though your town often got weird visitors, you had never seen a real one before.

“i’m sanji, the cook,” said the blondie with a small, confident smile. “and these are my crewmates — a peculiar bunch, but the best you could ask for.”

he pointed to each one, his tone casual but respectful.

“monkey d. luffy, our captain — he’s… well, let’s just say he leads us in his own way. roronoa zoro, our swordsman — tough as nails and usually lost. nami, our navigator — sharp as a whip, beautiful as the sea, and absolutely terrifying when she’s mad."

he paused, flashing a quick smirk.

“chopper, our doctor — and braver than he thinks. nico robin, our archaeologist — our pretty flower, smart and calm. franky, our shipwright — loud and proud. usopp, our sniper — storyteller extraordinaire. brook, our musician — a gentleman, even if he’s a skeleton. and jinbei, our helmsman — strong and steady, the one we trust with the sea.”

“you’re a fish-man,” you said. the mood shifted slightly, but not in a bad way. you stood up and walked over to him, curiosity taking over.

jinbei was huge. towering. you circled him and stopped in front, completely enchanted.

“i’ve never seen one before!” you were breathless — literally. “not even during the kingdom’s diplomatic meetings. you’re... incredibly tall and massive! are all fish-men like this?”

you kept staring like a kid seeing magic for the first time.

“you breathe underwater, right? and on land too — that’s wild.” you glanced down at his hand. “your hands... different. way different than what they said.”

“alright, i think you need to breathe,” jinbei said, calm but slightly amused.

you instantly stiffened.

“sorry — i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” you said quickly, feeling your face heat up. with all the soot on your skin, who knew if anyone could even tell. you scratched your cheek and shrank a little. “we’ve never had a fish-man here before…”

a loud laugh broke out, and you turned — the ship’s captain was laughing hard.

“he’s awesome, right? our helmsman,” he said, and the others seemed just as relaxed about the whole interaction, which honestly confused you a bit.

“no fish-men here?” nami asked.

“not that i know of. i rarely came to the harbor — only when the market was on.”

“you look starving. want to have lunch with us?” sanji asked gently.

you glanced at the time — the whole walk from the market had eaten up more than you thought. it was already eight twenty.

“i can’t,” you said. “i need to feed someone else too.”

“huh? we can walk you home and make sure you’re safe. we’ve got some fresh leftovers if you want to take them,” sanji said again. “besides, that pirate’s probably pissed about the punch our captain gave him.”

you peeked and saw the pirate being dragged away by two guys — his crew, probably. he looked unconscious, but for sure, if he woke up, he’d want payback — and you’d really have preferred not to be there for that. turning back to the cook, you nodded.

the path home went on with sanji, nami, luffy, usopp, and robin by your side. the others stayed on the ship — one of them, brook the musician, was laid out after nami punched him for asking to see her panties.

and that was how you met them, never guessing they’d become your saviors beyond that morning. you could barely believe it was all happening — and it was just the beginning.

©️ GRUDGENS 2025 — all rights reserved. do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.

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Heyy!! If youre not too flooded with requests i hope you can take this second one <3 again ignore this if you got too many 🩷 I wanna see luffy with the "step away from the tree and put the present down" prompt! I feel like it matches him alot!

Hopefully this brings you some joy even though it's been literally a year and a half!! The world is on fire so hopefully this is a pleasant surprise! Also I'm sorry it skips around so much, I had an idea with a lot of moving parts, but it was fun to write and I hop you enjoy it! It's quite long but maybe that's a good thing! Also also I'm very, very, very, very, very very, sorry!

Loving You is Easy

Luffy x f!reader; pure fluff

Dividers by @nicodefresas

A/N: this takes place over the holidays because this was supposed to be finished in December of 2023...

A new island, clear sky, tame locals. Usopp puts a foot on the ship's edge, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. He breathes in the salty sea air mixed with the scents of the town.

"Now this is an island I can get behind," he says pleased.

Gulls screech and waves crash.

"How scenic," Robins agrees.

"I SMELL FOOD!" Luffy's already headed for the side of the ship. He pulls you so hard you're nearly falling behind him, like you do every time you come to a new island. Your boyfriend is perpetually tugging you along on the next adventure, smile bright, eyes shining, and his hand warm and tight around yours.

"C'mon, Y/N! Let's go!"

"Unh uh, not so fast Luffy! Where do you think you're going?" Nami yells. She grabs a hold of his vest before he can make it off the ship, hooking him like a fish on a line, and reeling him back.

"One second, Y/N" Nami says sweetly. "I just need to remind our captain of something very important. You go on!" She shoos you away with her hands.

You watch in confusion as Nami whispers something in Luffy's ear. Whatever it is, you're clearly not meant to hear it.

"Ooooohhh!" Luffy exclaims at Nami. He pauses to think for a moment, tongue poking between his lips in thought. "I guess I should do that today, huh?"

Something about that enrages Nami. "You guess!?" She yells. She grabs the bridge of her nose as if trying to stop an oncoming headache and whispers something else.

Luffy pouts, "Why can't she come with us? 'M gonna miss her!"

Sensing whatever this is, you're not supposed to be a part of it you come closer. "It's okay, Luffy, I'll see you later. Then we can tell each other about our adventures."

Luffy frowns, indecisive, "it'd be better if you were with me, though."

How is he so sweet!? Your heart squeezes with affection. "I know Lu, but it looks like you've got something secret going on. It'll be fine." You press a kiss to his cheek that makes him glow. somewhere in the distance Sanji groans in jealousy. "Go do whatever you have to do."

Luffy brightens immediately. "I'll do whatever I need to do and then I'll come find you, okay!?"

"Aye aye captain," you salute him. You decide to be on 'keep Zoro from getting lost' duty in order to distract yourself from missing Luffy, while he does....whatever Nami's so insistent about.

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"Now pay attention," Nami says, striding through the street with Ussopp, Robin, Chopper, and Luffy in tow. "The Holiday is in three days, you better have something in mind to get Y/N while we're in town. You've got a girlfriend now, and it's your job to act accordingly."

Luffy stares at her, a dull look behind his eyes that they all know as the "Luffy's not getting it" look. He scratches his head in thought, "act accordingly?"

"Yes! You bonehead, something that shows you know her and you love her," Nami says. Her voice turns rough and dark, a threat forming. "You do love my best friend, right Luffy?"

"Of course I do!" Luffy puffed up. "You're her best friend, I'm her boyfriend! I love Y/N more than anyone in the whole world!"

A satisfied smile spreads across Nami's face, obviously the correct answer, "so we're going to go find her something together, I'll pay for it, and then you pay me back...with interest of course." Her eyes gleam. Everyone could practically see the Berry signs flashing in them.

"Should I warn him it'll be at 400% interest?" Ussopp whispers loudly to Robin.

"250% interest, actually," Nami says. "I like Y/N and she deserves a good gift. I think we should get her something shiny."

"Nah," Luffy says. It doesn't feel right in his gut. He knows you wear only the same necklace, dangling from your neck whenever you bend down in front of him. Never takes it off. Never changes. "I don't think she likes that kind of stuff."

"Books?" Chopper suggests.

"Oh! A sketch book!" Ussopp says.

"New clothes?" Nami adds.

"She said I'm not allowed to pick her clothes after the neon yellow pants." Luffy's small smile breaks from a grin into a full blown laugh at the memory. "I thought she looked great in 'em, though! You should've seen her!"

"It was hard to miss her," Robin laughs behind her hand. "We were there Luffy..."

"Oh...I forgot." Sometimes that happened, not all that often, but sometimes he felt like the two of you were the only people in the world and the world was only as big as the room the two of you were in. And he sorta liked that.

"Best to respect her wishes," Robin says.

"Just think of something she likes," Chopper suggests helpfully.

"Or something she's mentioned she needs," Robin adds.

They could all practically see the steam coming out of Luffy's ears as he tried to think of something. All he could recall is you. Your smile, your laugh, your hand in his, soft fingers on his skin and in his hair. The high sun sharpening the color of your eyes. Nights tangled in each other where he slept better than he could ever remember.

Luffy slumps as he walk, "now I miss Y/N even more!"

Nami slows until she's in pace with her captain. Honestly, she should've seen this coming. Of course they all know Luffy is obsessed with you but romantic gestures aren't really his forte.

"C'mon Luffy, there has to be something in there you know she likes."

"She likes when I show her cool stuff, like rocks, and dead bugs, and flowers, and sea shells" Luffy grumbles. "Why can't I just get her more of that?"

"Good grief," Ussopp rolls his eyes. "This is going to take all day..."

The group walks through stalls and stores, picking up things they need (and a few they don't) until their feet feel sore and the sun has sunk lower into the sky. Luffy's brain (what little the crew thinks there is) is practically leaking from his ears.

"I can't believe you can't think of a single thing to get her!"

"I never would've thought Y/N would be so hard to shop for..." Ussopp says glumly.

"Wouldn't it be easier if she came with us? Then I could ask her and I'd know exactly what to get her?"

"It's supposed to be a surprise," Ussopp sighs. "That's kind of the whole point."

"Uggghhh" Luffy groans loudly.

Robin's face stays placid, unlike the rest of them, she has no doubt things will turn out fine. "Maybe a night's rest will help, you still have tonight to see if she's mentioned anything."

Nami droops like a wilted, "and Y/N got you such a good gift..." She whines.

Luffy stops in his tracks, head cocked to the side and eyes wide. "She did?"

"Yeah," Nami moans. "That's why you have to find something just as good."

The others wait while Luffy takes in this information, suddenly he speaks, "well what did she get me!?"

"I CAN'T TELL YOU THAT!" Nami clocks him on the head just for asking. "C'mon..." She drags a dazed Luffy by his vest behind her. "Everyone else has probably made it back to the Sunny by now."

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Luffy watches you with intense concentration, an unnerving amount of concentration actually. "What's the matter, Lu?"

"I'm looking for hints," he says seriously. Luffy sits on your bed, legs criss-crossed, with one of your pillows in his arms. He'd much rather have you, but he'll settle for something that smells like you.

"Hints for what?"

"Can't tell you," he says, his words still shortened with concentration.

"Okaaay," you say sweetly.

You continue to straighten up around him while he watches you. By now you've figured out that he's trying to think of something to get you for the holiday. You watch him out the corner of your eye, lips pursed in thought, brows furrowed. You want to kiss the line forming between them but stop yourself. To be honest, you didn't really want anything, so you had nothing to mention. You're happy with him and the others on the Sunny, going on adventures and being with your friends--family, at this point honestly.

"You know..." you say slowly, gently. "You don't have to get me anything."

What!? No!" Luffy shoots that down immediately. As if that's not an option. Not possible. "You deserve a really nice gift! Nami says you got me something really nice too! Wait! What did you get me?"

You grin mischievously. Damn right you got him a good gift. If Luffy thought you were hard to shop for, he's downright impossible. He would be happy with almost anything, but what do you give to someone like that when you truly love them? "I can't tell you," you sing at him, wagging your finger.

"Aww," he pouts. "Why not?"

"Because it'd ruin the surprise!" You say," And all my hard work!"

Luffy's rubber arms stretch around you, pulling you into his lap. His chin fits into the crook of your neck like a puzzle piece clicking into place. "But I wanna knoooow! Just a little hint?"

"Nope!" You giggle.

"Then you're staying here until you tell me or until I think of something!" If it weren't for the dinner bell, he may have made good on that promise.

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Luffy gave up pestering you about it after dinner, but that didn't mean he wasn't still thinking about the gifts.

"I don't think I've ever seen him think this hard about one thing in his life," Zoro says.

Brook nods solemnly. "Our captain is indeed doomed. My heart would be racing with panic...if I had one."

"Shut up!" Luffy says miserably. "I'm trying to think. If she got me something really nice, I need to figure out something nice to give her..." You love collecting the little things you've picked up on your adventures: seashells, flowers, rocks, pictures. You're so loving with everything you find, rearranging them, always looking for some way to keep them safe. It was one of his favorite things about you. But what could he do with that?

"Why don't you just look?" Zoro says, looking bored but clearly invested in helping. "There's a big stack of gifts, a tree, decorations, the whole thing, sitting in the aquarium bar, you'd know that if you ever went in there. Just find what Y/N got you, maybe it will give you an idea?"

Luffy sits up, "I could do that?"

"You'd have to sneak...." Zoro shrugs, "but yeah, probably."

"That's not the worst idea...is it? If he just peeked?" Usopp says.

Luffy groans, "Why is this stupid holiday so complicated!"

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Luffy lays on his back, one hand behind his head, the other petting you as you sleep. Your breath ghosts over the scar on his chest. Normally, he sleeps sprawled out on top of you, but tonight he wanted you in his arms. "I'm gonna find out what you got me, and then I'm gonna get you something just as good," he says quietly. A promise.

It's settled then.

Luffy maneuvers from underneath you, quite possibly the quietest he's ever been, and watches as you curl into a ball without him. Like a roly-poly. You're my little roly-poly. He breaks out into a grin at the thought and smothers his laugh with his hand. On the way out he passes all of your knick-knacks and keepsakes, the crew's bounty posters, pressed leaves, and whittled statues from locals. He stared at the empty spot where one of your keepsakes had been. You were so heartbroken when it shattered.

"Just gotta be super quiet and super sneaky," Luffy says to himself while he sneaks down the hall of the Sunny. He has no idea what time it is, except that it's dark and starry outside without a hint of sunrise. "Good time for sneaking!" He giggles. "This is actually gonna be fun!"

Luffy opened the aquarium bar door quietly and shut it behind him. The sight of the room makes him gasp. A tree sparkles and shimmers in the middle of the room; dappled light reflects across the glass.

"Woah! This place looks amazing!" Luffy slaps his hands over his mouth instantly and spins towards the door, waiting tensely.

1....2....3....Nothing.

He lets out a deep sigh and continues to the presents. There are whole bunches of wrapped presents from everyone to everyone.

"Now I just need to find the one that's from Y/N to me." Luffy rubs his hands together and begins to dig through the pile carelessly, saying "nope!" as he moves through each one until he finds an unassuming-looking chest.

From: Y/N To: My captain and beloved

The box is smooth, except a few scratches and dents, and clearly crafted carefully, the shining wood reflects his smile back at him. "Found it!" First, he shakes it, hearing something rattle dully inside. Then, he tries to pry it open with his hands.

It doesn't budge.

He tries harder. And then even harder.

It doesn't creak.

"Damn! What's this box made of!?"

"Step away from the tree and put the present down, bro," Franky says.

Luffy startles, dropping it to the floor. He tries his best innocent face even though he's clearly been caught. "What present?"

Franky just laughs, loud and hearty, as if it isn't the dead of night, "You're full of it, man," he says and walks toward him. "You're not gonna be able to get into that thing. I built it out of the scraps of Adam wood left over, just to keep anybody out of whatever Y/N got you. Including you."

Franky picks up the box and Luffy feels his hope dwindle. "Got half the crew to test it out, see how it's kind of messed up?" He points toward the thin slices. "That's Zoro." And the burn marks. "That's Sanji's attempt." The wood's surface was crackled slightly. "Nami." He went on. "I really tested this thing. Anything in here is going to be safe for at least a lifetime."

"Woah..." Luffy stares at it in amazement. The gears in his brain begin to turn. "Anything?"

"Just about, I mean food would probably rot in here," Franky says thoughtfully. "If you put like glass and then a rock, the glass would probably break if they bumped into each other..."

Luffy's head shot up. "What if something held the rock down?"

"Oh yeah, then everything in there would be super safe."

Luffy's smile lit up his face like dawn. "You wanna help me with my gift for Y/N?"

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Luffy's in a better mood this morning and up before you're even out of bed. He wakes you up by flopping on you, pressing kisses to your face and laughing in your ear.

He barely lets go of you the whole morning, always an arm around your waist, a hand in yours, fingers in your hair, noses touching. You're smothered by an excitable Luffy and all his affection for you. He's practically vibrating by time presents begin to be unwrapped.

"I have to open mine first!" Luffy says. He stretches to grab the box, but otherwise doesn't move, doesn't want you to leave his lap where he can keep you close and occasionally latch his lips to your soft skin.

You expect him to struggle with it, after all, Franky said was damn near impossible to get into. But Luffy opens it easily, doing the trick that Franky showed you.

"Huh?" Luffy holds up a key in front of both of you. "You got me a key?"

You grin. "Yup!" You chirp happily.

Luffy adjusts you so he can see your face, his head cocks to the side. "A key to what?"

Your smile turns devious, "a key to the only thing locked on this ship you'd ever want to open."

Silence has never been so loud as it dawns on the crew where that key goes.

Sanji stares at the key.

Zoro chokes on his sip of sake.

"You're going to kill us all!!" Chopper yells. "WE'RE GONNA STARVE!!!"

"Starve?" Luffy says, staring at the key. You delight in watching his face change from confusion to absolute joy. "THE PANTRY KEY!?" Your laughter confirms. He wraps his arms around you twice over and crashes his lips to yours. "You're the best girlfriend ever!" Luffy hops up, setting you down, and races away.

"Don't worry," Sanji says. "I hid enough that we won't die. We'll change locks at the next island, let him have a little fun."

You smile at Sanji knowingly, "Thanks for being a dear, Sanji."

Sanji sighs around his cigarette, "I can't say no to an angel, even if it's to let our gluttonous captain eat all the food on the ship."

"OH!" Luffy runs back, his face beams like the sun itself. "I have your gift, Y/N! It's the box!"

"After all that you got her a box!?" Nami yells.

"I didn't think you'd come back," you say.

"Course I would, I'll eat later," he says, distractedly looking through all the wrapping and tissue paper. I'll eat later might be one of highest praises Luffy could give and you glow under it. He puts me above food. "This box is really strong! AH!" Luffy holds up the box triumphantly and hands it to you. "Now you can keep all your treasure safe?"

You're still basking in the realization he loves you more than food, so you don't understand. "My treasure?"

"Yeah," he says. "All the pictures and seashells and stuff, this box will keep 'em safe and they won't knock into each other!"

You stare at the box now in your hands. You hadn't thought of that...you were thinking of keeping everyone out and not what you could put in it. But Luffy did.

It's such a Luffy gift to take something discarded and give it a new purpose. To think of a new way to protect the things you hold dear. Luffy isn't good with words or romantic gestures but everything he does is loud, including love. The things that mattered to you, mattered just as much to him just because they were yours.

"And, it's got all our marks on it," Luffy says. He begins to explain each scratch and dent on the box and the fact that's made from the same wood as the Sunny. "This one's mine." He points to two dents overlapping in the shape of a heart. "It's like we're all a part of it too!" He grins.

"Oh, Luffy..." You press your palms to your eyes before hot tears can begin to fall.

"Pretty good, right!?" He says proudly.

You nod. The lump in your throat is too big to speak, and then finally. "Yeah, it's pretty good."

Luffy feels warm against your skin as he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close. There's no box big enough to contain all the love you have for each other, but this is a pretty good start.

[2b4st4r]

Hello! If I may, may I request an luffy x sweet tooth!reader where somebody from the crew just managed to get a handful of candies, and yet reader missed it because of an afternoon nap and saw luffy eating the last candy. And without any hesitation, grabbed his cheeks and went to steal it via kissing. And then reader walked away like nothing happened.

There's no pressure, take your time in writing, and thank you!

Candy

Luffy x reader

Words: 4,212k

Summery: This narrative follows a Straw Hat crewmember whose love for candy is a defining trait, often leading to humorous interactions and a trail of wrappers. While the crew reacts with various degrees of exasperation and amusement to their sweet tooth, Luffy consistently shows a unique understanding and affection. This culminates in a dinner scene where Luffy, in his usual oblivious yet earnest manner, blurts out his long-held feelings, leading to a flustered but ultimately heartwarming confession under the stars, solidifying their bond with a sweetness surpassing any candy.

Warnings: implied romantic Interest/relationship, minor choking scene(kinda)

A/N: I really hope you like this!! It’s my first request so I hope it’s at least halfway decent!! Ty for requesting it though, I had no idea what to write:3 💗

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The scent of the open sea was usually enough to get anyone on the Thousand Sunny energized, but for you, it was often the tantalizing aroma of Sanji’s latest dessert creation wafting from the galley. The tantalizing aroma of Sanji’s latest dessert creation usually pulls you from the depths of any daze, far more effectively than the invigorating tang of the open sea. While the rest of your Nakama dreamed of grand adventures and glittering treasure, your own personal paradise was a landscape sculpted from mountains of chocolate, rivers of caramel, and islands made entirely of gummy bears. Being a Straw Hat meant facing terrifying adversaries and sailing into uncharted dangers, but it also promised a seemingly endless supply of sugary delights. Every new port was a victorious conquest in your ongoing quest for the ultimate sweet treat.

You were rarely seen without a lollipop stick dangling from your lips or a chocolate bar half-devoured in your hand, regardless of the time of day. Mealtimes were merely a brief interlude before the main event: dessert, followed by a continuous symphony of snacking. Your pockets served less as practical storage and more as a portable emergency sweet stash. A quick rummage often yielded a handful of sticky hard candies, a squished packet of gummies, or a slightly melted chocolate coin. These were treasures, rarely shared, guarded with a ferocity usually reserved for the One Piece itself.

The only downside to your confectionery passion was the trail of evidence you inevitably left behind. Empty wrappers, crumpled and clinging to invisible stickiness, would frequently spill from your pockets with any sudden movement. The deck of the Sunny, your bunk, even the crow's nest at times, silently bore witness to your sweet tooth escapades. Nami would sigh, Sanji would offer a good-natured scolding about cleanliness, but even they knew the sheer joy you found in your sugary indulgences.

For you, candy wasn't just food; it was pure, unadulterated bliss. The satisfying crunch of rock candy, the creamy melt of chocolate on your tongue, the delightful chewiness of taffy – each bite was a small slice of heaven. It was the vibrant explosion of fruit flavors, the comforting warmth of vanilla, the thrilling tang of sour delights. In a world of pirates and perilous adventures, candy was your constant, sugary anchor, a reminder that even amidst chaos, there was always something sweet to savor.

Your candy habits were definitely a hot topic among the Straw Hats, each with their own wonderfully unique perspective.

Sanji was perpetually torn between culinary despair and reluctant indulgence. "You're going to spoil your dinner!" he'd declare, hands on his hips, watching you unwrap a chocolate bar mere minutes before he served a gourmet meal. "How can you appreciate my cooking when your palate is already coated in sugar?!" Despite his incessant complaints, he'd often find himself baking an extra batch of cookies, muttering, "just in case you run out of your… emergency rations."

Nami, ever practical, focused on the aftermath. "Another wrapper!" she'd shriek, holding up a crumpled candy foil she'd found stuck to your shirt. "Do you have any idea how many of these I find scattered around? It's like living in a confectionery explosion!" Yet, beneath her frustration, she'd occasionally slip a small, expensive piece of chocolate into your hand, a rare treat she'd picked up just for you.

Chopper was a mix of scientific curiosity and genuine concern, often bordering on wide-eyed astonishment. "The amount of sugar you consume is... medically fascinating!" he'd exclaim, examining a pile of empty wrappers. "Your energy levels should be off the charts, but you're surprisingly stable! Can I... can I have that last gummy?" he'd occasionally ask, his large, hopeful eyes fixed on your stash.

Usopp often found your sweet tooth oddly inspiring. He'd occasionally try to invent "candy-powered gadgets" or "sugar-fueled projectiles," usually with disastrous and incredibly sticky results. He was also the first to attempt to barter a grand, exaggerated story for a piece of your candy, though you rarely fell for his schemes.

Zoro mostly ignored your habits, as long as they didn't interfere with his sacred naps or rigorous training. He'd sometimes eye your candy with a gruff indifference, but if you actually offered him one, he'd take it with a surprising lack of ceremony, probably just to make you stop talking.

Robin observed with quiet, knowing amusement. She found your childlike delight in sweets rather endearing. She'd occasionally share fascinating historical anecdotes about famous confectioneries or rare sugary treats from ancient civilizations, knowing you'd listen intently, captivated by her words.

Franky just thought it was SUPER! "That's how you stay so energetic, right, little sweet tooth?! A super dose of sugar to power up!" He'd even tried to integrate candy storage compartments into his own body, much to everyone's collective dismay.

But Luffy... Luffy's reaction was always the most special. He never scolded you, never complained about the mess, and never questioned your endless appetite for sweets. Instead, he simply understood. He'd watch you, his own eyes wide with a similar childlike wonder, as you savored each bite. He'd often try to sneak some of your candy, giggling mischievously when he succeeded, but he'd also be the first to share his own food with you, especially if it was something sweet. More than once, he'd just sit beside you, happily munching on whatever you offered, his presence a comforting warmth. He saw your love for candy as another part of who you were, another facet of the person he cherished. And sometimes, when you were both quiet, sharing a particularly delicious piece of candy under the vast sky, you'd catch him looking at you with a soft smile, a look that said, clear as day, that your sweet tooth was just one more thing he adored about you.

The familiar sizzle and fragrant steam drifting from the galley signaled that Sanji was hard at work. The rest of the Straw Hats were scattered across the deck, soaking in the lazy afternoon sun. You leaned against the railing, a half-melted cherry lollipop cool against your tongue. The sweet, tangy flavor was a small piece of perfect contentment, a tiny bead of sugary saliva glistening at the corner of your lips as you contentedly sucked on it.

Suddenly, a rubbery arm slung around your shoulders. "Shishishi! (Y/N)! Got any candy?" Luffy's grin was wide and infectious, his black eyes sparkling with anticipation.

You pulled the lollipop from your mouth, the sticky sweetness lingering. "Sorry, Luffy," you said kindly, tilting your head. "I'm almost out, and I wanted to save what's left for when we can restock at the next island."

Luffy's smile faltered, replaced by a comical pout. He whined, a drawn-out "Awwww, come ON, (Y/N)!" that made Zoro groan from his napping spot. He circled you, his hands reaching out and then retracting, clearly battling his desire for sweets against your polite refusal.

Then, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. In a flash, his hand darted forward, plucking the lollipop right out of your mouth. Before you could even register what was happening, the cherry candy was in his mouth. He then swiftly yoinked his beloved straw hat from his head and plopped it onto yours, the brim slightly obscuring your vision.

With the lollipop still firmly between his lips, Luffy leaned in, his gaze intense for a fleeting moment. His tongue flicked out, catching the remaining sugary sheen from the corner of your lips before he pulled back, a wide, utterly guileless smile plastered on his face. He made a happy little humming sound, the cherry lollipop now his prized possession. He seemed completely oblivious to the stunned silence that had fallen over the deck.

Your face exploded with heat. Your cheeks burned, and your heart hammered against your ribs. All you could do was stare, wide-eyed, at the back of Luffy's head as he bounced off to show his pilfered treat to Chopper. His straw hat felt suddenly heavy on your head. Around you, you could feel the weight of your crewmates' gazes – Sanji’s eyebrow twitching, Nami’s jaw slightly dropped, Usopp stifling a snicker, Robin’s lips curved in a knowing smile, Franky letting out a low "Suuuper… bold!", and even Zoro’s one visible eye seemed to have widened almost imperceptibly. The taste of cherry and something… else… lingered on your lip, and all you could manage was a deeply flustered blush.

The silence that followed Luffy's audacious move was thicker than the caramel you'd once spilled on the deck. It stretched, taut and expectant, broken only by the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.

Sanji, ever the romantic, was the first to snap out of his stupor. A faint plume of smoke curled from his cigarette, and his eye twitched. "Luffy, you idiotic rubber brain! What kind of move was that?!" he spluttered, torn between outrage at the lack of decorum and a grudging, unspoken admiration for Luffy's sheer audacity. He shot a quick, concerned glance your way, his usual protective instincts kicking in.

Nami finally found her voice, a mix of exasperation and disbelief. "Luffy! You can't just... do that!" She looked at you, then back at Luffy, then at the lollipop still in his mouth, shaking her head. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder about you!"

Usopp, who had been trying desperately to hold back his laughter, finally snorted, covering his mouth with a hand. His shoulders shook with suppressed mirth, occasionally punctuated by a high-pitched squeak. "He just... he really just did that!"

Chopper, surprisingly, was less flustered by the action itself and more by the implications for his candy. "Luffy, you stole her lollipop! Now she has less!" he cried, looking at your blushing face with a worried frown before turning his attention back to the pilfered treat in Luffy's mouth.

Zoro, who had been feigning a nap, slowly opened one eye. A small, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips as he watched your flushed face. He let out a low chuckle, a rare sound. "He's got guts, I'll give him that."

Robin's eyes sparkled with knowing amusement, a faint smile gracing her lips. She simply watched, her usual calm demeanor unwavering, clearly enjoying the chaos unfolding before her. She understood Luffy's actions, perhaps better than anyone else on board.

Franky pumped a fist in the air, a booming laugh erupting from his chest. "SUPER! That's a super way to get your sugar, little brother!" He seemed utterly unconcerned with the social implications, focused purely on the 'efficiency' of Luffy's method.

As for you, the world seemed to have tilted on its axis. The straw hat felt impossibly heavy on your head, its familiar weight a strange anchor in the swirling daze that had overtaken you. The lingering ghost of cherry sweetness on your lip mingled with something else entirely – the faint taste of salt and the undeniable warmth of Luffy's skin. Your heart pounded so loudly you were sure the entire crew could hear it. You could feel every eye on you, every shared glance, every suppressed giggle.

Luffy, meanwhile, was completely oblivious. He was already bouncing towards the galley, eager to show Sanji his new acquisition. "Sanji! Look! (Y/N) gave me her lollipop!" he announced triumphantly, completely misinterpreting the situation.

You could only stand there, frozen, the heat in your cheeks spreading all the way to your ears. You reached up, hesitantly touching your still-tingling lip. Your mind raced, trying to process what had just happened. Luffy, your captain, your friend, had just… licked your lip. And then given you his hat. It was so utterly, perfectly Luffy, and yet, it had sent a jolt through you that was anything but innocent.

Your face still felt hot, even as you pulled Luffy's straw hat down, letting the brim hide your burning cheeks from the amused gazes of your crewmates. The coarse straw tickled your nose, and the faint scent of adventure and Luffy clung to it, making your stomach do a funny flip. You kept the hat pulled low for a good hour, pretending to be utterly engrossed in the waves or a particularly interesting cloud formation, anything to avoid eye contact.

An hour later, the irresistible aroma of Sanji’s cooking finally pulled everyone to the dinner table. Tonight, it was a succulent seafood stew, rich with herbs and brimming with fresh catches. As everyone settled down, digging in with gusto, you still felt a little self-conscious, occasionally peeking out from under the brim of the hat you were still wearing.

"So, (Y/N)-chan," Sanji began, a teasing glint in his eye as he served you a generous portion, "did you enjoy your… shared lollipop? I hope it didn't spoil your appetite for my magnificent stew."

You mumbled something unintelligible, pushing a piece of fish around your bowl with your spoon.

Nami snickered, nudging Usopp with her elbow. "She's still blushing, Sanji! Look!" she crowed, much to your chagrin. "Honestly, Luffy, you’re usually so focused on food, but you really outdid yourself today."

Luffy, meanwhile, was oblivious, happily slurping his stew. "Shishishi! It was really good, Nami! (Y/N)'s candy is the best!"

Chopper, ever the innocent, piped up, "But Luffy, you ate her lollipop, so it was your candy, technically, after you took it. And (Y/N)'s heart rate was really high!"

Usopp leaned across the table, whispering loudly to you, "So, was it a power-up, (Y/N)? Did you feel suddenly super-charged after the captain’s… transfer of sugar?" He made air quotes with his fingers, barely suppressing his laughter.

Zoro just grunted, taking a large swig of sake, but you could swear you saw a flicker of amusement in his eye as he watched the scene unfold. Robin merely smiled into her teacup, her eyes twinkling as she observed the crew’s antics. Even Franky let out a booming "SUPER SMOOTH MOVE, CAPTAIN!" before taking a massive bite of his stew.

You just wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Every comment, every knowing glance, just added fuel to the fire in your cheeks. You focused intensely on your stew, hoping that if you ate fast enough, they'd forget all about the lollipop incident. But somehow, with this crew, you knew that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon.

You kept your head down, trying to become one with the stew, hoping the teasing would simply dissipate into the evening air. It was no use. The occasional snickers and knowing glances continued, each one a tiny pinprick on your already flaming cheeks.

Then, Luffy, bless his oblivious heart, suddenly slammed his hand on the table, making everyone jump. He swallowed a mouthful of stew with a satisfied gulp, his eyes sparkling.

"Oh! I know!" he declared, completely unaware of the fresh wave of mortification about to crash over you. "Next time, I'll actually kiss (Y/N)! They looked so cute when I took their candy!"

Utter Silence

The entire table went completely silent. Even Sanji, mid-chew, froze. Nami's spoon clattered into her bowl. Usopp choked on his food. Chopper gasped. Robin's gentle smile vanished, replaced by an expression of pure surprise. Zoro, who had just been about to take another swig of sake, lowered his cup slowly, his one visible eye wide. Franky simply stared, his jaw slack.

Your face, if it were even possible, turned a shade of crimson that Sanji's tomatoes couldn't hope to rival. The straw hat on your head suddenly felt like it weighed a ton, pressing down on the swirling chaos of your thoughts. You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing desperately for the deck to open up and swallow you whole. Luffy, meanwhile, simply beamed, completely pleased with his brilliant revelation, reaching for another helping of stew.

You, mid-chew of a perfectly cooked piece of fish, promptly choked. A violent coughing fit wracked your body, doubling you over. Your face, already the color of a ripe strawberry, deepened to a shade of beet.

Concerned, Chopper immediately sprang to action. "Are you alright, (Y/N)?! Are you choking?! Franky, give them the Heimlich! Usopp, don't just stare!"

Luffy, however, remained utterly oblivious to the commotion he'd caused. He just tilted his head, watching your struggles with a slightly puzzled expression. "What's wrong, (Y/N)? You look weird!" He then continued, completely unprompted, "But yeah! I always wanted to kiss you! Ever since you showed me that candy stash on the first island we met, I knew you were going to be great! You're really fun, and you always smell like sweets, and you don't even complain when I sneak extra food sometimes." He paused, taking another large bite of stew, his eyes wide and earnest. "I knew I loved you back then!"

The coughing stopped, replaced by a stunned, strangled silence. Even Chopper, who had been about to administer a forceful pat on your back, froze, his tiny hoof hovering in the air. The expressions around the table morphed from concern to absolute disbelief, then to various shades of shock and amusement.

Sanji dropped his fork with a clatter. "Did he just...?"

Nami's jaw dropped so low it looked like it might hit the table. Her eyes darted from Luffy to you, then back to Luffy, a mixture of disbelief and utter exasperation on her face.

Usopp looked like his brain had just short-circuited. He pointed a trembling finger at Luffy. "He just... he just said...!"

Zoro, for the first time in a long time, actually spit out his sake. He stared at Luffy, then at your shell-shocked face, a slow, incredulous smile spreading across his lips.

Robin covered her mouth with a hand, but her shoulders shook with silent laughter. Her eyes, however, held a warmth that went beyond mere amusement, a touch of genuine delight.

Franky let out a low whistle. "SUUUPER... unexpected!"

You, meanwhile, were frozen, the straw hat still perched on your head, your eyes wide and fixed on Luffy. His declaration, so simple and guileless, hit you with the force of a tidal wave. All this time, you'd thought his attention was just... Luffy being Luffy. But "loved you since the beginning"? It was so him – blunt, honest, and completely unaware of the bomb he'd just dropped. Your blush, you were sure, was now permanent. The seafood stew suddenly tasted like cardboard.

Luffy, completely oblivious to the utter pandemonium he’d unleashed, simply continued to eat, humming happily. He occasionally glanced up, a puzzled frown on his face when he noticed the continued silence and the unmoving stares of his crewmates.

You, on the other hand, felt a strange mix of emotions. Embarrassment, yes, a tidal wave of it, but beneath that, a warmth began to spread through your chest. Loved you since the beginning? It was so incredibly Luffy—direct, honest, and utterly without filter. He hadn't meant to cause a scene; he'd just stated a truth as casually as he might ask for more meat.

Sanji was the first to recover, albeit slowly. He let out a long, drawn-out sigh. "Well," he muttered, running a hand through his hair, "that certainly explains a few things about the captain's... enthusiasm for your candy." He then looked at you, a soft, understanding smile replacing his usual exasperation. "Don't worry, (Y/N)-chan. He means well."

Nami, still wide-eyed, just started laughing again, a little hysterically this time. "Oh, Luffy," she managed between gasps, "you just... you just confess your undying love over dinner?!"

Usopp, who had recovered enough to speak, pointed at Luffy dramatically. "This is it! This is how the greatest love stories begin! With a stolen lollipop and an accidental confession!"

Chopper, ever the pragmatic one, looked at Luffy with a mixture of awe and confusion. "But Luffy, that's not how you're supposed to say things like that! You're supposed to be romantic!" He then looked at you, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "(Y/N), are you still choked? Your face is still really red!"

Zoro, having finally swallowed his sake, just shook his head, a wry grin on his face. "Only our captain," he grumbled, taking another sip.

Robin's laughter subsided, but her eyes remained warm and gentle. She simply offered you a knowing, comforting smile. "It seems our captain's heart is as straightforward as his appetite, (Y/N)."

Franky, after a moment of stunned silence, slapped his knees. "SUUUPER BOLD! That's how a man expresses his feelings! No holding back!"

You finally managed to push the straw hat off your face, taking a shaky breath. Your heart was still thumping, but the initial shock was giving way to something else. Looking at Luffy, who was now bickering with Usopp about the best way to eat a fish bone, you saw no malice, no teasing, just pure, innocent affection. He genuinely meant every word. A small, genuine smile bloomed on your face, replacing the blush. It was ridiculous, embarrassing, and utterly, perfectly Luffy. And in that moment, surrounded by your loud, chaotic, and endlessly loving crew, you wouldn't have had it any other way. The taste of cherry, and something undeniably sweet and warm, lingered.

A few hours later, the moon hung high, casting a silvery glow over the silent deck of the Thousand Sunny. The boisterous energy of dinner had long since settled into the gentle rhythm of the ship rocking on the waves. Most of the crew were either asleep or winding down in their quarters, leaving the deck peaceful and quiet. You found yourself drawn to the cool night air, sitting by the railing, gazing out at the endless expanse of the ocean. The earlier embarrassment had faded, replaced by a soft, thoughtful quiet.

A familiar shuffling sound broke the calm, and then a warm weight settled beside you. Luffy. He plopped down cross-legged, remarkably quiet for once, his eyes also fixed on the glittering water. For a few minutes, neither of you spoke, the only sounds the creak of the ship and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.

He shifted, turning his head to look at you. In the dim moonlight, his eyes seemed even brighter, reflecting the stars above. "Hey," he mumbled, his voice softer than usual.

You turned to him, a small smile playing on your lips. "Hey."

"You okay?" he asked, his gaze unwavering. "You got really red at dinner." There was no teasing in his tone, just genuine, simple concern. He really was oblivious.

You chuckled, a quiet, almost shy sound. "Yeah, Luffy. I'm okay."

He nodded, seemingly satisfied. Then, he leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I really meant it, you know." He picked at a loose thread on his shorts. "About loving you." He looked up, his innocent eyes meeting yours directly. "Since the beginning. You're my Nakama, and you're... you're really great, (Y/N)."

The moonlight seemed to amplify the sincerity in his voice, and your heart gave another one of those familiar, happy thumps. There was no grand declaration, no passionate speech, just Luffy being Luffy, open and honest about the feelings that had resided in his big heart all along.

You swallowed, the sweetness of the lingering lollipop still a ghost on your tongue, now mingled with the overwhelming sweetness of his words. There was no artifice, no hidden meaning, just the raw, genuine heart of Monkey D. Luffy. It was exactly like him to blurt out a confession over dinner, and then repeat it under the silent stars, completely earnest.

You looked at him, truly looked at him. His straw hat was no longer on your head, but the feeling of it was still there, a comforting weight. He was gazing out at the sea again, seemingly content just to have said his piece. He wasn't demanding a response, wasn't expecting anything. He was just Luffy.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, a mix of awe and pure affection. The embarrassment from earlier had completely vanished, leaving only a profound sense of warmth. Your own heart, usually only truly stirred by the prospect of new sweets, now beat with a different kind of craving.

"Luffy," you began, your voice a little shaky, but clear in the quiet night.

He turned his head back to you, his eyes wide and curious.

You took a deep breath, gathering every ounce of courage. The salty air filled your lungs, and the vastness of the ocean seemed to hold your secret, waiting for it to be set free.

"I..." You paused, a small, shy smile finally breaking through. "I love you too, Luffy." The words, once thought impossible to say to someone so chaotic and grand, felt utterly right, like a missing piece of a puzzle clicking into place. "More than all the candy in the world."

His eyes widened further, and then a slow, impossibly wide grin spread across his face, even brighter than the moonlight. He let out a joyous "Shishishi!" and then, without another word, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around you in a tight, surprisingly gentle hug. You buried your face in his shoulder, the scent of sea and adventure filling your senses, and knew, with a certainty sweeter than any candy, that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

[lvmimis]

cw: more musings on rusukaina island. fluff. animal death (hunting context). selfship-coded.

“Hey.”

Your eyes glide away from where they were fixed on the unconscious but still breathing practically dinosaur-like creature collapsed before the two of you. Luffy is closer to the body, having delivered the blow that led to this state, and you are a few dozen feet away, safely distanced, but with your breath held so tight to your chest, you’d think the animal was breathing directly down your neck. 

Luffy is calling for your attention, letting the coating of armored haki disappear from the skin of his right forearm and fist, before facing you. You finally let out your exhale, and reply. 

“Yeah?”

Part of deciding to spend time on this island with Luffy is to be privy to his hunts. You’re useless aside from gathering fruit and vegetables to make sure he doesn’t accidentally give himself scurvy (although at this point you’re not even sure bleeding gums will subdue him), but you have to admit that it is a spectacle of its own to watch him fight.

Even if you’re more inclined to preserve life rather than harm it, there’s something fascinating about this sort of violence, one that is even more necessary than the violence of self-preservation or of the imposition of justice. Morbid as well. The creature before you is enormous and very, very still, subdued by a creature much, much smaller than him. 

There’s something that comes to mind about disrupting the natural order of the wilderness, but Luffy doesn’t follow those prescribed ideals. Even those rules, like everything else, have never seemed to quite apply to him.

Luffy glances back at the animal briefly, surveying it to see if it’s truly just teetering on the edge of life or unconscious, then looks back at you. You wonder if he’s warning you not to approach, at least not yet, and don’t move, but instead, he crouches before the beast’s head, and just... watches. You’re not sure what he’s looking for from your vantage point. Luffy extends an arm below what appears to be a bruised, battered snout - he’d hit it in the nose - and checks for warmth. 

A second passes, and he looks back at you. 

“___.”

You step a bit closer, but he shakes his head.

“Can you turn around for a second? Don’t look.”

You pivot immediately, and the moment your back is turned, you hear the loud unmistakable snap of bone and your stomach turns.

His voice is soft as it beckons you again.

“You can turn around now. Let’s go."

When you look at him again, he’s adjusting the newly made, definite carcass on his shoulders.

—

Eating is done in relative silence at first, and you fill up more on wildgrasses and berries more than meat, and Luffy is content to finish the rest. He’s sloppy and content with his meal, fat running down his cheeks with each juicy bite. He does however notice your disquiet, shifting closer to you by the fire.

“Are you upset?” he asks plainly.

Wide brown eyes fill with concern for you. He’s still chewing but he’s listening, picking up a piece of fruit that’s set before the two of you, and splitting it in half before handing you a piece.

“No.” You take the fruit and chew quietly.

You’ve been ruminating not on the animal’s death but on the fact that Luffy didn’t want you to look. What does that mean about how he sees you? You’ve seen death before, and you’re not mentally or emotionally fragile. You’re a member of his crew, regardless of the circumstances that now keep your crewmates apart.

“Do you think I can’t handle seeing an animal die?” you ask finally, the thought nagging you too much to let go for any longer.

“No. But it makes you upset.”

Luffy takes another bite of meat, crossing his legs and placing one hand on his knee. You’re not exactly offended, but you’re confused by his statement.

“So you didn’t want me to look because you thought it’d make me sad?” you ask.

“You didn’t have to listen to me,” he reminds you. “I wouldn’t have minded. I just thought you wanted a warning.”

The realization hits you suddenly like a lightbulb flickered on. Luffy watches you take in the information, eating without slowing his pace in the least, but keeping an eye on your relatively untouched plate.

“Have I flinched before?” you ask.

Luffy nods. “Couple times. Not a big deal. You’re just sensitive.”

“Sensitive?” you start to protest but he’s not particularly in the mood to argue.

“Yeah. But it’s okay, that’s just you.” It’s said matter-of-factly and inconsequentially, as if he’d said the sky were blue. Distracted immediately from the topic at hand, Luffy points to the food on your plate.

“If you don’t eat, I will,” he reminds you, gently. You think to glare at him, but once you look at his anticipatory face, you find yourself chuckling instead.

“Want half?” you ask. You’re not particularly hungry this time.

His eyes light up.

“You sure?” He’s already reached his hand over but pauses tentatively.

“Mmhmm,” you reassure him as he takes no time in splitting your food in half and eating happily. 

“If you’re still hungry later, I promise I’ll go get us more food. Whatever attacks us first is dead,” he muses gratefully between bites.

You nod, and shift closer, resting your head on his shoulder, reassured that he’s always paying attention to your needs.