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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

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ 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.

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Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader (Pre-Relationship) Genre: Slow burn, fluff, pre-love tension Word Count: ~1,200

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You only noticed it once Nami brought it up.

“You realize Zoro always puts himself in front of you during fights, right?” she said casually, barely looking up from her notebook.

You frowned. “Isn’t that just…what swordsmen do?”

Nami snorted. “No. He doesn’t do that for everyone. Just you.”

You had opened your mouth to argue, but your mind was already replaying moments from the past few weeks: Zoro stepping in front of you before an enemy lunged, catching a blade mid-swing. Blocking a flying piece of debris with the flat of his sword without even looking your way.

You had brushed it off. Coincidence. He was always intense about combat.

But then the island happened.

It was meant to be a simple supply run. A sunny, sleepy little port town. You were strolling back from the market, arms full of tropical fruit, when a voice behind you hissed: “Hand it over.”

You barely turned before someone rushed at you—blade raised high.

You did not even have time to flinch.

But Zoro was already moving—faster than the swing, faster than thought. His sword cut through the attacker’s strike before it could fall. One clean, practiced motion. Your would-be attacker dropped to the ground, unconscious.

Then Zoro turned to you.

“You okay?” His voice was tight, eyes scanning you head to toe.

You blinked. “I—I think so.”

There was no blood. No scratch. But Zoro’s jaw was clenched like he had failed at something anyway.

“Could’ve hit you,” he muttered.

You shook your head. “But he didn’t—”

“I let him get close.”

He said it low, more to himself than to you. That same dark expression—like the idea of someone even trying to hurt you was personal.

Later, you were hauling a crate of watermelons back to the Sunny. Your arms ached, but you were stubborn. You had it.

Until it was just… gone.

You blinked, turning to find Zoro walking ahead of you, the crate now slung easily over one shoulder.

He did not say a word. He did not look at you.

Just kept walking like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“…Thanks,” you said, jogging to catch up.

He shrugged. “Looked heavy.”

That was all.

But the pattern only got worse.

You were in the library one morning, curled up in a chair with a book. Outside, the rhythmic shhhk-shhhk of a sword slicing air drifted in. You got up, peeked out the window.

There he was.

Training, shirtless, sweat glistening on his skin as he moved with deadly grace—right outside the window. You tilted your head. That was not even his usual training spot.

Coincidence.

Maybe.

The next day, you were sunbathing on the upper deck. The sunlight was warm, lulling you half to sleep, until a shadow crossed over you. You squinted.

Zoro.

Doing pushups five feet away. Barely glancing at you. Not saying anything.

He kept going for an hour.

Just…there.

Breathing heavy. Silent. Focused. But never quite leaving your orbit.

That evening, Sanji leaned across the dinner table with a grin and said, “You’re basically her guard dog, mosshead.”

Zoro scoffed. “Don’t start with me.”

But he did not argue further. He did not roll his eyes or bark something defensive like he usually would.

Instead, he fell quiet.

And that night, as the ship creaked under the weight of the sea and everyone else slept, Zoro stared up at the dark ceiling of his hammock, arms folded behind his head.

He told himself he was just being cautious. He was strong. That was what strong people did—they protected the weaker crew members.

But your face kept flickering through his mind. That damn blade. The way your nose scrunched when you laughed. The quiet way you had said thank you, like it meant something.

He shifted onto his side with a grumble.

“Guard dog,” he muttered under his breath.

But the next morning, he was already outside the library window before you got there.

Training.

Just in case...

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Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x Reader (Pre-Relationship) Genre: Fluff, slow burn, oblivious-to-suddenly-slammed-with-feelings Word Count: ~1,300 ______________________________________________________________

“Come see this!”

You barely had time to set your drink down before Luffy grabbed your hand and took off running across the deck, dragging you behind him like an excited kid with a secret.

“I just saw the biggest crab on the shore!” he beamed over his shoulder. “Its eyes were like—this big!”

You laughed, stumbling to keep up. “Luffy, I’m still chewing—!”

“Chew faster!” he called.

That was Luffy. Every moment, every laugh, every weird discovery—he wanted to share it with you. He never said why. Just acted like you were supposed to be there. Like it made sense. Like he could not imagine it any other way.

When the crew stopped at the next island for supplies, he grabbed your hand again.

“Let’s get snacks!”

“I thought Nami told you to get rope.”

“Yeah, but snacks first.”

He bought ten different fruits, devoured six on the spot, handed two to Chopper, gave one to Usopp, then stared at the last fruit in his hand.

And without even a beat, he handed it to you.

You blinked. “What about you?”

“You like those,” he said simply, licking juice from his fingers.

That was all.

Like it was just a given. Like it made sense in his brain. Like you were—his somehow.

It took you longer to notice that Luffy always sat next to you. Not across. Not near. Next to.

At dinner. On the deck. At the bar in town. If there was an open seat beside you, it was his. Even if he came in last, even if it meant awkwardly squeezing in or dragging a chair across the floor, that was where he landed.

You had once joked about it to Nami.

“I guess I’m Luffy’s emotional support human.”

But Nami had just raised an eyebrow and said, “You think he’s like this with everyone?”

You laughed, but something inside your chest fluttered. Uneasy. Warm.

Then came that night on the island.

It was a casual little tavern—nothing wild. The crew was spread out, music in the air, drinks flowing. You were leaning against the bar, laughing with a guy from the local fishing crew who had a lopsided smile and a good sense of humor.

And when you glanced toward the table where the others sat, Luffy was watching you.

Not smiling. Not laughing. Just…quiet.

You made your way back eventually, dropping into the seat beside him with your usual ease. “What, no food left for me?”

He blinked, like you’d knocked him out of a thought. “Huh? Oh—yeah. Here.”

He pushed a plate toward you, then fell quiet again.

You nudged his shoulder. “What’s with you?”

He stared at the wood grain of the table. “Do you like that guy?”

You blinked. “Who?”

“The guy you were talking to.”

You chuckled. “Oh, no. He was just funny. Told a story about getting bit by his own fishing hook.”

Luffy nodded slowly, but he was clearly still in some headspace.

You did not push it. But he did not say much for the rest of the night.

Back on the Sunny, Luffy lay on the figurehead, arms crossed behind his head, eyes on the stars.

Something was off. Weird. Uneasy.

He liked being around you. That made sense. You were fun. You made him laugh. You always split food with him. You let him nap on your shoulder sometimes, and you smelled nice, and your voice was soft when you woke him up—

He sat up suddenly.

He always sat next to you.

Always reached for your hand first. Always wanted you to see the cool things. Always gave you the last bite. Always saved the good seat for you.

He rubbed a hand down his face.

“…Why do I care who you laugh with?”

It came out in a whisper. A real question.

The realization didn’t slam into him like a battle or a punch. It just… settled. Quiet and obvious and real.

He was in love with you.

Oh.

The next morning, you stepped out onto the deck to find Luffy already there, legs swinging off the railing.

He grinned when he saw you, as bright and boyish as ever.

“Hey! Wanna have breakfast with me?”

You blinked. “You already ate.”

“I’ll eat again.”

You snorted. “You always do.”

You walked over, and without even needing to ask, he patted the spot beside him.

Right next to him.

Where you always sat.

Where you... belonged...

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Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader (Pre-Relationship) Genre: Fluff, tension, oblivious realization Word Count: ~1,400

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The rain came out of nowhere.

One minute, you were lounging on the deck, enjoying the warm breeze, and the next, a downpour sent the crew scattering indoors like startled cats. You made a break for the galley—sliding in just as thunder cracked overhead.

Sanji glanced up from the stove, already smiling.

“Looks like you brought the storm with you,” he said, flipping something in the pan without looking. “Good thing I kept a seat warm.”

You laughed as you pulled up a stool. A mug was already waiting there.

Chamomile.

Your favorite on rainy days.

You had mentioned it once—months ago—after a cold, wet mission left you sniffling and grumpy. He had not forgotten.

You cupped the mug in both hands and said, “Didn’t know you had psychic powers.”

“Only when it comes to you, mon étoile.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, and he turned back to the stove. Heart-shaped steam rose from the pan.

Literally.

Sanji cooked for everyone, of course. Every meal, every day. It was love, it was pride, it was art.

But yours were different.

Little things.

A garnish shaped like a starfish because you said it reminded you of your childhood. A citrus glaze because you once joked about missing a specific island fruit. A perfectly diced corner of onions because you hated the texture whole.

He never made a show of it.

He just knew.

You sipped your tea, watching the rain race down the windows.

“Do you ever stop moving?” you asked softly.

Sanji looked up.

You gestured around. “You’re always doing something. Cooking. Cleaning. Serving. Flirting.”

He grinned at the last one. “You forgot being devastatingly handsome.”

You laughed. “Right. That too.”

But he paused for a beat, eyes narrowing slightly.

“…I like staying busy.”

“Even when no one’s asking you to?”

“I guess I like having a reason to look after people,” he said, plating something with practiced grace. “It’s easier than talking about it.”

He set the plate in front of you—a warm, colorful dish that smelled like nostalgia and citrus and something unnameable that made your chest flutter.

You raised an eyebrow. “What is this?”

“Just something I thought you’d like.”

You looked down and—of course—there it was.

A tiny little orange peel shaped like a heart, resting on the side like a secret only meant for you.

Later, Nami strolled into the galley mid-rainstorm, dripping wet and grumbling.

“Sanji, please tell me you made something hot—”

She froze.

She looked at your plate.

Then at you.

Then at Sanji.

And then she smirked.

“You don’t act like that with us,” she said, towel in hand.

Sanji blinked. “Act like what?”

Nami pointed her towel at your dish. “That. The garnish. The candle. The literal ambience. What is this, a date?”

You nearly choked on your tea. “Nami!”

But she was already laughing, waving you off. “I’m just saying. He’s usually all googly-eyed and dramatic, but this? This is different.”

Sanji opened his mouth. Closed it. Frowned slightly.

“…I just like making things they’ll enjoy,” he said, quietly.

Nami arched a brow. “You sure that’s all it is?”

She left him with that.

Left both of you with that.

That night, the rain continued.

Sanji stood alone in the galley, hands in his pockets, staring out the window as the clouds rolled across the moon. He thought about Nami’s words. He thought about your laugh. The way you looked when you drank tea. The way you had smiled down at that plate like it made you feel safe.

He replayed the dozens—hundreds—of small things he had done without thinking.

He knew your favorite fruits. Your favorite colors. He could tell when your shoulders were tense from stress. He noticed when you were quiet too long and always managed to pass you your favorite mug before you even asked for it.

He did not do that for the others.

Not like this.

He leaned against the counter, exhaling slowly.

“…Different,” he murmured.

He did not deny it.

The next morning, the sun was back. The deck was dry. The ship smelled like the sea and fresh citrus.

You stepped out, stretching your arms over your head—and froze.

There was a small tray waiting by your seat. A breakfast just for you.

A folded napkin. A steaming cup of tea. And another little garnish, this time in the shape of a flower.

You blinked, warmth curling in your chest.

From the galley window, Sanji watched you notice it.

And for the first time, he smiled not because he was trying to charm you.

But because he just loved the way you smiled back...

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Pairing: Usopp x Reader (Pre-Relationship) Genre: Fluff, mutual pining, light comedy Word Count: ~1,400

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You looked up from the bits of broken wood on the deck, brow raised. “Half a mango?”

Usopp nodded sagely, one knee propped up like a heroic statue. “The juice distracted it long enough for me to strike. Right in the eye. Boom! It cried out across the heavens!”

You laughed, brushing sawdust from your hands. “Wow. Sounds like you saved the entire sky.”

He tried to act nonchalant, but the way his ears turned red betrayed him.

“Y-yeah, well… it was nothing.”

But your laugh echoed in his head for the rest of the day.

You started helping him fix a busted section of railing after an especially rowdy sea king scuffle. He handed you nails. You passed him planks. Somewhere in the middle, your hands brushed.

Not even a full second of contact.

But Usopp’s soul left his body.

He froze mid-movement, eyes flicking to your hand and then quickly back to the wood. His heartbeat tripped over itself like it had never learned rhythm.

“Y-You’re good at hammering,” he said.

You looked up with a smile. “You think so?”

Why did your smile do that? Why is my chest warm? Am I dying?!

That night, he told Chopper in the infirmary with the gravity of someone announcing a terminal condition.

“It was nothing. Just her hand. Brushed mine. Totally normal. My heart didn’t do a fluttery thing. Nope. Perfectly fine. Totally unaffected.”

Chopper blinked. “Usopp, your nose is bleeding.”

“SHH.”

A few days later, you found a tiny handmade crab figurine on your pillow. Wobbly legs. Big googly eyes. Clearly sculpted out of something like melted candle wax and hope.

There was a note attached:

“For luck!! – Captain Usopp”

You grinned.

The next time you saw him, you had it tucked into your pocket.

He pretended not to stare at it. But his eyes kept flicking down to where the crab peeked out.

“You, uh… kept it?” he asked, scratching the back of his head.

“Of course I did. He’s good luck, right?”

Usopp nodded too fast. “Right! Super rare crab spirit. Repels bad dreams and seagulls. I read that somewhere. Definitely real.”

Your hand brushed his again when you tucked it back into your pocket.

Usopp made a noise like a squeaky kettle and practically moonwalked off the deck.

It was worse when you sat with him while he worked on a new slingshot prototype. Just the two of you, sunlight dappled through the sails, his tools scattered between you.

You picked up a rubber band, tilting your head. “What’s this one for?”

“Oh—that’s for the sky-splitting sonic burst function,” he said, then faltered. “Wait. I mean—it might be. It’s top secret. Probably. Still testing.”

You laughed again, that easy kind of laugh that always made him feel lighter somehow.

“You’re fun to build with,” you said.

He did not hear the ocean for a full five seconds after that.

The final straw was the map.

He had been doodling late at night—a fake island, covered in winding trails and strange beasts. In the corner, he scribbled a little stick figure version of himself. And beside him, another.

You.

Labeled “Sidekick!” with a star next to it.

He laughed to himself, soft and sheepish. Just a joke.

But the longer he looked at it, the more real it started to feel. The more right it felt.

The idea of you—beside him. On adventures. In stories. In dreams.

In everything.

Usopp blinked at the paper.

“…Oh.”

The next morning, you were helping Nami chart something in the observation room when Usopp peeked in, fidgeting with a new trinket in hand—some kind of polished shell creature on a string.

“For you!” he blurted, tossing it your way like a bomb and nearly missing.

You caught it mid-air. “Another lucky charm?”

“Uh, yeah! That one keeps your feet from falling asleep. And your heart. Maybe. I think.”

You gave him a bright, curious smile. “Thanks, Usopp. You’re always giving me the coolest stuff.”

He turned red to his ears. “Yeah, well… I give a lot of stuff to everyone.”

Nami glanced up from her maps and raised an eyebrow. “No, you do not.”

Usopp flinched. “I—I don’t?”

“You don’t give me weird shell creatures,” she said, smirking.

Usopp gave you a helpless shrug. Can’t a guy panic in peace??

You just laughed again.

He melted.

Again.

That night, he tucked the sidekick map under his pillow.

And for the first time in a long time, his dreams were not filled with made-up monsters or epic battles.

They were filled with you...

Sitting beside him...

Right where you belonged...

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Pairing: Shanks x Reader (Pre-Relationship) Genre: Fluff, subtle tension, slice-of-life aboard the Red Hair Pirates Word Count: ~1,500

The deck of the Red Hair Pirates was alive with laughter.

A successful haul, good weather, and plenty of rum meant the crew was in high spirits. You sat near the edge of the gathering, warm drink in hand, watching the orange sky bleed into twilight.

Shanks was in the center of it all, as always—radiating charm, laughing loud, one arm thrown over Benn’s shoulder as he spun another story, likely exaggerated.

But his eyes kept flicking sideways.

To you.

Not obvious. Not intrusive. Just enough to check—Did you hear that part? Did it make you laugh?

When you smiled, he smiled wider.

You only noticed the seat-saving habit after the third or fourth time.

Someone else would head toward the empty spot next to him, and—without fail—Shanks would casually drop something there. A coat. His scabbard. A mug. A hand.

“Taken,” he would say, without looking up.

Eventually, you stopped hesitating. You would just settle beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Because it was.

The crew was weaving through a tight port town a few days later, all noise and bustle and market chaos. You were trying to keep up, head turning to take in stalls of glittering goods, when you felt it—

A hand, warm and steady, against the small of your back.

Guiding.

No words. No big deal.

Shanks kept walking like he had not just casually laid claim to your existence in public. Like he had not sent your brain short-circuiting.

You glanced at him.

He was pointing out some ridiculous hat one of his crewmates had just bought, completely unaware that your heart had decided to do somersaults.

That night, you sipped wine under the stars, legs dangling over the edge of the deck. Shanks joined you, letting his boots thud softly beside yours.

He handed you a new drink without being asked.

“Trade,” he said.

“Mine’s not even empty.”

“Still,” he shrugged, “felt right.”

You raised your glass. “To pirates with good instincts.”

He smiled, clinked his glass gently to yours, and said, “To us.”

You blinked. “Us?”

“Yeah,” he said, then paused. “I mean—the crew. Obviously. Us as in… everyone.”

But his words had already left his mouth.

To us.

It kept happening.

“When we get to the next island—” “We should fix that railing before the storm—” “If we go north next time, we’ll hit better trade routes.”

We. Always we.

Like his plans just assumed you would be there. Like his future did not make sense without you in it.

He never seemed to notice.

But you did.

And so did Makino.

You were sharing a quiet moment in the galley, watching the rain hit the windows while Makino stirred tea. She gave you a look—gentle, but amused.

“You know he acts different when you’re around,” she said casually.

You raised an eyebrow. “Does he?”

She smiled knowingly, sliding a cup across to you. “He pours your drink first. Always. He does not do that for anyone.”

You tried to play it off. “Maybe I just sit closest.”

“Mm,” she said. “Sure.”

When she told him later—cornered him in that way only old friends could—he chuckled.

“Do I?” he said, leaning back in his chair.

Cool. Effortless. Unbothered.

Makino just raised an eyebrow. “You don’t even notice, huh?”

“…Guess not.”

She left him with that.

But Shanks sat there long after the lanterns dimmed, swirling untouched rum in his glass, staring out at the sea.

Thinking about the way he always looked for you in a room. The way he stepped closer in a crowd without realizing. The way “we” had slipped from his mouth like it had always belonged there.

“…Huh,” he said aloud, almost to himself.

And then, quietly—

“…Damn.”

The next morning, you climbed up to the crow’s nest for some air.

And found a fresh mug of tea already waiting there.

Still warm.

With a little note tucked beneath it, in a familiar, uneven scrawl:

“Thought you might come up. —Shanks”

You chuckled, holding the cup in both hands.

Down below, on the main deck, he looked up once.

Right at you.

And for once, he did not look away...

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YESS okay this is clown-coded yearning in denial and I love it so much. Buggy being loud, chaotic, and clingy—but not in love, nooo, definitely not, what are you even talking about?? Let’s give you that full pre-relationship Buggy x Reader fic, complete with shouting, dramatic declarations, and his brain short-circuiting over affection.

Title: “Not Because I Like You or Anything!!” Pairing: Buggy x Reader (Pre-Relationship) Genre: Comedy, fluff, mutual pining, dramatic clown behavior Word Count: ~1,500 Setting: Buggy’s ship, mid-chaotic-day, always loud

“You’re my favorite. Obviously.”

Buggy slung an arm around your shoulders with all the grace of someone trying very hard to look casual. It would have worked—if he had not announced it loud enough for the entire crew to hear.

Again.

From across the deck, Cabaji raised a brow. Mohji sighed.

“You always say that,” someone muttered.

Buggy waved them off with his free hand, gripping you tighter with the other. “Yeah, but this time I mean it. Don’t tell the others, though,” he said in a loud stage whisper, “you’re my right hand.”

You blinked up at him. “Buggy, your actual right hand is floating three feet behind you.”

“I KNOW WHAT I SAID.”

It happened all the time. If someone tried to pull you away—say, for actual work—Buggy immediately staged a crisis.

“What do you mean you’re going with them?” he snapped one afternoon, arms flailing as you stepped toward a crew meeting. “You’re gonna ditch me for those losers? I’m WAY more fun! I’ve got charisma! Flair! A fabulous hat!”

“You also have a cannon aimed at the kitchen again.”

“Do not change the subject!”

The worst was during performances. Buggy loved an audience. Worshipped attention. But whenever you were nearby?

He shared the spotlight.

“Get up here, (Y/N)!” he shouted mid-act, dragging you center stage by the wrist. “Do the bit with the juggling fish guts!”

You stumbled into the limelight, grinning in spite of yourself. “Buggy, I’ve never done this in my life.”

“Yeah, but the crew loves you,” he said, a little too fast. “Not me. The crew. I’m just doing what they want. Obviously.”

You blinked.

“Obviously,” you echoed, half-smiling.

He looked away, face flushed, and waved his hand dramatically. “Focus, people! Back to me!”

Then there was the night you fell asleep on him.

It was accidental, obviously. You had just finished a long supply run, flopped onto the nearest bench in the captain’s quarters, and leaned your head against his shoulder with a quiet sigh.

Buggy froze.

Like, completely.

Did not move a single muscle for the next two hours.

He did not even detach anything. He just sat there, stiff as a mannequin, eyes wide, face bright red.

The crew peeked in and saw the scene.

No one said a word. They just closed the door and slowly backed away.

He did not bring it up. Not the next day. Not the next week.

But he thought about it constantly.

Like a glitch in his brain he could not fix.

That warmth. Your breath on his shoulder. The trust. The way your hair had tickled his coat—

“AGH!” he shouted, tossing a barrel across the deck in frustration. “Why is this haunting me?!”

Mohji, sweeping nearby, did not even flinch. “Still thinking about that nap thing?”

“NO!!”

You, of course, noticed none of this.

Or rather—you noticed the Buggy-ness of it all: the tantrums, the declarations, the dramatic stunts. But you figured that was just how he was with everyone.

Until one night, you casually asked, “Do you throw everyone into the spotlight, or am I just special?”

Buggy choked on his drink.

You tilted your head, teasing. “Come on, Captain. You drag me into your antics all the time.”

“That’s—That’s—That’s—!” he sputtered, pointing dramatically. “Crew morale! I am a caring leader! It is for the people!!”

You smiled, leaning in slightly. “So I’m not special?”

He froze.

Silence.

His face slowly turned crimson.

“Well- …I didn’t say all that.”

Later, you fell asleep in the crow’s nest, curled up in a blanket.

Buggy climbed up to check on you—totally not because he was worried—and paused when he saw you tucked in and breathing soft.

He sighed. Quiet this time.

Sat down beside you.

Did not touch. Did not talk.

Just… stayed.

And that night, he thought:

Maybe you really are my right hand.

But if anyone asked, he would say:

“Shut up!! It’s not like that or anything!!”

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OH YES. You want emotionally constipated warmth in a freckled fire boy package? Let’s GO. This one is sweet, protective, a little heartbreaking, and full of he’s-the-last-to-know romantic energy. I’ll keep every one of those moments and string them together like the beads on Ace’s necklace—tight, meaningful, and impossible to miss once you notice them.

Title: “Everything Reminds Me of You” Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader (Pre-Relationship) Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Slow-Burn, Realization Moment Word Count: ~2,000 Setting: Aboard Whitebeard’s ship, post-mission calm, tension on the horizon

You barely saw it coming—the moment Ace became a constant.

It was not dramatic. No fireworks. No grand gesture. Just… a shadow that always lingered a little longer near your shoulder. A voice that always found yours in the noise.

“You good?” he asked after every mission, every skirmish, even if you had not been on the front lines.

Casual tone. Easy grin.

But his eyes scanned your face for any sign of damage. Always.

The first time he handed you his hat, you were half-asleep on the deck, one arm draped over your eyes to block the sun. Without a word, something warm and worn settled across your face—the faded brim of his beloved hat.

You peeked out from under it. “You’ll get sunburned.”

He just shrugged. “You need it more.”

Then sat down nearby, arms folded behind his head like it was no big deal. But every few minutes, you felt his gaze flick over—just checking. Making sure it had not slipped. That you were still comfortable.

Like warmth, without the fire.

In group conversations, you were quiet.

Not shy—just the type who waited for your moment. But one afternoon, someone interrupted you before you could finish your thought.

Ace’s arm casually slung around a barrel, but his voice cut sharp and clear.

“Let them finish.”

Everyone blinked. The guy apologized. You picked up where you left off.

Ace just gave you a little nod, like it was automatic.

Because it was.

He brought you things. Dumb things. Random things.

A flower he said “looked kind of like your hair, if you squint.” A shell shaped like a spiral. A rock that sparkled faintly in the sun.

“Reminded me of you,” he said with a lazy grin and a shrug, like he did not think about it twice.

But he did think about it.

Later. Alone. Lying in his bunk, one arm behind his head, the other draped over his eyes as the ship creaked gently beneath him.

Why does everything remind me of them? Why do I look for something to give them every time we dock? Why is their smile the first thing I picture when I find something beautiful?

He never had answers. Just heat curling low in his chest.

And then came the day you got hurt.

It was not life-threatening. Just a deep gash across your arm from a surprise ambush while scavenging supplies.

But Ace saw red.

He was fire and fury and reckless rage—blasting forward, taking down three of the attackers in seconds, fists lit with flame and jaw tight with fury.

Marco had to hold him back. “They’re down, Ace. Let it go.”

He shook him off, breathing hard, chest rising and falling like a storm just barely held back.

When he finally made it back to you, his hands were shaking as he checked the wound. “Why were you out there alone? You should’ve waited. You should’ve called me—”

You blinked up at him. “Ace. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, look at this!” His voice cracked. He grabbed a cloth, hands too rough, trying to stop the bleeding like he could rewind time.

The others stood a little ways off, unsure whether to help or stay back.

Someone whispered under their breath, “…He’s acting like he’s in love with them or something.”

Ace froze.

Everything inside him stopped.

The cloth slipped from his hand.

His eyes flicked up to yours—wide, stunned, almost confused.

He’s acting like he’s in love with them.

Wait.

Wait...

Waitwaitwait-

Shit..!!!

You watched him go still. Watched his expression shift like tectonic plates—something slow, deep, irreversible.

“Ace?” you asked softly.

He blinked, like he was waking up.

And then he stood abruptly, muttering something about needing air. You watched the orange of his back fade down the corridor, swallowed by sunset.

Later that night, he came back.

Not with words. Not with an apology or confession.

But with a small box.

He handed it to you without a word, ears pink.

You opened it.

A piece of sea glass—perfectly smooth, the color of moonlight. Nestled beside a tiny sketch of you, drawn on a scrap of parchment. Rough, shaky lines. Obviously his.

“You drew this?” you asked, touched.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I dunno. You were asleep on the deck and I got bored.”

You looked at the sea glass. Then at him.

And smiled.

“Ace?”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever realize something… let me know, okay?”

His eyes met yours.

Slowly, a grin tugged at his mouth. “I think I already did.”

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Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Reader (Pre-Relationship) Genre: Subtle romance, emotional tension, hurt/comfort, slow realization Word Count: ~2,000

No one was allowed in Law’s space.

Not physically. Not emotionally. Not even Bepo got close without permission, and Bepo had known him the longest.

Except… you.

You did not even notice it at first. The way you stood beside him during briefings, how your arms brushed when you handed him charts. The quiet nights on the deck where you ended up sharing a coat when the cold got sharp.

And Law—silent, controlled, aloof Law—never said a word.

Never moved away.

He had a way of explaining things to you that felt like he had actually taken the time to translate his brain.

One evening, after a minor scuffle, he was treating Penguin’s bruised ribs. You came to check in, and Law started explaining the healing process—not in his usual clipped medical terms, but slower, gentler, clearer.

“I’ve asked you that same question,” Shachi grumbled from nearby. “You never explain stuff like that to me.”

Law did not even glance up. “They actually listen.”

But it was more than that. You made him want to talk. Made it easy to unravel the tightly wound pieces of himself, like pulling threads from a knot without it even hurting.

He did not know how you did it.

He just… let you.

He noticed things.

The way your hands fidgeted at your sides when you were nervous. The kind of food you gravitated toward after a rough day. The specific tone your voice took when you were genuinely excited—light and airy, eyes bright like sunrise.

He did not forget any of it.

You once mentioned liking a specific island pastry in passing. When the crew docked there weeks later, Law returned from an errand with a box of them in hand.

“Coincidence,” he said, handing it off without looking you in the eye.

“Law…”

“Coincidence.”

You got hurt once. A bit of a gash. Something another crew medic could’ve easily handled.

But Law was the one who showed up with the medical bag, silent and focused, gloves snapping on.

“I could’ve waited for Jean Bart,” you said, raising a brow.

Law avoided your gaze, inspecting the cut. “I do not trust their technique.”

“But it’s a shallow cut.”

He cleaned it anyway. Wrapped it slowly. Pressed a final strip of gauze on with careful fingers.

You looked at him. “You always take care of me.”

“I am the doctor.”

“That’s not why.”

He did not answer.

Then there was the laughter.

You had been talking to another pirate—a temporary alliance, nothing serious. Something the crew barely cared about.

But Law… noticed the way you laughed. How relaxed you were.

How someone else was the reason for that smile.

His chest tightened. It felt stupid. Irrational.

“That is not jealousy,” he muttered under his breath.

Bepo, beside him, gave a look so loud it may as well have spoken.

Law scowled. “It’s not.”

But he clenched his jaw the rest of the night.

The breaking point came with a question.

Simple. Offhanded. A crew member joking at dinner.

“What would you do if (Y/N) left the crew?”

Law froze.

Fork halfway to his mouth. Eyes suddenly unreadable.

The table went quiet.

You looked over at him, sensing something shift in the air.

He said nothing.

Because the real answer—the only answer—was this:

I would go after you.

I would leave everything.

I would not be okay.

And that terrified him.

Later, alone in the infirmary, he sat with a half-finished chart in his lap, hand motionless over the paper.

His mind replayed the question over and over.

Not what would happen to the crew. Not how it would affect his plans.

Just you.

Your absence. The silence of it. The hole it would leave.

I’m in love with them.

He exhaled, slow and quiet.

Shit...

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Pairing: Sabo x Reader (Pre-Relationship) Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Love Realization, Slow Burn Word Count: ~2,000 ______________________________________________________________

With Sabo, it always felt like you belonged at his side—even before he realized how much that meant.

You were part of the Revolutionary Army—smart, capable, steady. A good comrade. A better friend.

At least, that was how he described you.

To himself.

To others.

And yet…

He started saving seats beside him.

It was not on purpose at first—just a spot left open next to him during meals, briefings, downtime. His coat draped across a second chair, or his hat tossed there like a marker.

If someone tried to sit, he’d glance up, confused. “Oh—sorry, that’s for (Y/N).”

He never thought much of it.

You did.

He asked your opinion on everything.

Not just mission plans or logistics. But things like, “Do you think this tie’s too formal for a peace talk?” or “Would this soup be better with ginger or mint?”

You laughed once and said, “Are you always this picky?”

He smiled, tilted his head. “Only when you’re around to help me choose.”

He shared the things that mattered.

Books that made him think. Photos of towns he wanted to rebuild. Quiet pieces of his past—the good ones, the ones untouched by fire and grief.

You saw a different side of him. One that sparkled quietly beneath the weight he carried.

And he saw you as the safe place to set it down.

But he also grew… protective.

One time, you volunteered for a high-risk scouting job. Nothing outrageous. But before you even finished explaining your plan, Sabo cut in.

“I’ll go instead.”

You blinked. “Sabo, I can handle it—”

“I know you can,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “But I’m more familiar with the terrain. It makes sense.”

You exchanged a look with Koala, who raised a brow behind him.

Later that night, she cornered him.

“You know you’re in love with them, right?”

Sabo laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Koala: “Mm. Sure. You nearly yelled at Hack because they almost got a splinter.”

Sabo: “That was different.”

Koala: “Okay.”

It was not different.

He brought you things.

Not in a flashy way—just little gifts. A worn book with your favorite theme. A pouch of dried fruit you liked. A scarf when the mountain air got too cold.

“Found it on the way back,” he’d say, casual, like he had not thought about you the whole trip.

But he had.

One night, after a celebration—small victory, small village—you danced with someone else.

Sabo smiled. Genuinely, at first.

Then you laughed—soft and free, head thrown back—and his chest tightened.

A twist of heat. A flicker of something sharp and unfamiliar.

He turned away before he could watch any longer.

Koala caught him staring at the wall with a far-off look. “You okay?”

He blinked. “Yeah. Just tired.”

He was lying.

The realization came quietly.

You were late coming back from a solo mission. Just by an hour. But that hour stretched out into something tight and heavy in his ribs.

He stood by the gate, arms folded, trying not to pace.

Koala came to stand beside him. “They’ll be fine. You trained them yourself.”

“I know.”

But his voice was thin. Worried. Too worried.

When you finally returned—mud on your boots, smile crooked, only a scratch on your cheek—he let out a breath like someone had released a pressure valve inside him.

“You’re late,” he said.

You grinned. “Miss me?”

He did not answer.

Not out loud.

But later, alone, he sat on the edge of his bunk and whispered to the dark:

“…Yes.”

A few days later, someone asked him a simple question:

“If (Y/N) left the army tomorrow… would you follow?”

He did not even answer.

Just went silent.

Because the answer was yes. And that scared the hell out of him.

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CHAT. DID I EAT? AHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! I DID SO GOOD, I'M SO PROUD!

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ionlyreblogthegoodstuff · 2 days ago

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This is so fun, I love it! Silly concept but executed so well, and I love this version of Sanji, he’s sweet but not saccharine 🥰

You’re a Yapper | One Piece HC

As a fellow yapper, this felt necessary. Ive been thinking about expanding this to include a few additional characters, but for now, here's what I've got!

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kidd

Tags: GN!Reader, no specific relationship mention, could be prerelationship

Check out my masterlist if you like stuff like this!

LUFFY

Luffy didn’t even really notice it at first. Honestly, he’s a bit of a yapper himself.

If you get excited and start yapping about something, he’ll match you almost every step of the way.

It’s the passion in your voice that really gets him.

When he starts to really realize how yappy you are, though, is when it’s topics that don’t interest him.

He’ll still listen. Well, mostly. Kind of. Not really. This is Luffy we’re talking about.

But you’ll just keep droning on and on and on.

Luffy will just stand there, picking his nose, unsure of what’s even happening right now.

One time, he just outright laughed.

”You’re funny. Why do ya talk so much, anyway?”

You’re floored. Face, beat red. Eyes, wide. Before you can open your mouth to say anything else, he grins at you.

”It’s fine, let’s just talk about somethin’ else!”

You didn't even have time to be mad. Because, right away, a boisterous laugh left Luffy at the expression on your face.

From that point on, you took any of those comments in stride and made sure to talk about things that excited Luffy, too.

And for Luffy’s part? He’s content to just tease you and watch the way your face scrunches. For totally platonic reasons, of course.

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ZORO

At first, Zoro didn't know what to think about it.

He’s used to people just talking to him. He swears he doesn’t have one of those faces - he’s made himself relatively unapproachable.

When you’re stoic and quiet like he is, though, people just seem to talk to you.

Luffy, Nami, Usopp - the whole ship is full of yappers.

And it's not like he really minds it. Sometimes it's interesting, and when he's in the mood for it, he has a good time engaging or making jokes.

It’s when he notices how you just don’t stop that he realizes this might be a problem.

He doesn’t always hate it. Quite honestly, he’ll easily fall asleep to it, and you don’t seem to mind.

It’s just sometimes when he’s already feeling exhausted from a workout that it can be a bit…grating.

”You just don’t shut up, do you?”

You were babbling about something - some kind of story, Zoro wasn't paying attention. He was trying to take a nap on the deck when you had just started, so the words slipped out of him faster than he meant.

That shut you right up, leaving Zoro feeling way more guilty than he anticipated it would.

He was expecting some sort of snappy comment, some sort of argument, which wouldn’t be completely unexpected of you. But you just went silent. And walked away.

Yeah, he was regretting it almost immediately.

Why would it matter, though? He’d get what he wanted - some peace and quiet, a chance to finally take a real nap on the deck again without any interruptions. No more training sessions interrupted with constant blabbering. Being left alone to his saké while the rest of the crew yapped and he could listen in.

But he found himself missing the way you’d sit next to him and how excited your voice would sound the few times he’d actually listen. He missed the way your eyes lit up when he’d give you a small nod of acknowledgment, and the way you beamed in delight whenever he’d follow it up with a hum or a question.

He eventually, very reluctantly, apologized.

“Yeah, you still talk too much, but it’s fine. Kinda missed hearing it.”

The moment you forgave him for snapping on you, he was more relieved than he thought he’d be to hear you rambling to him again.

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SANJI

Sanji was floored when you first started rambling to him. One - because you chose to rant to him. Two - because you just talk so much.

It wasn’t an issue. Not at all. In fact, it helped break up the day when he’d be busy around the kitchen.

He’d love if you just sat in a chair peeling potatoes while talking to him all day long. About anything and everything, really.

The sound of your voice is like a chime to him, as pretty as you are, and he’s happy to be given the privilege to listen to it.

He’s happy to engage. He’ll ask questions, add comments of his own.

Even if he wasn’t already completely enamored with your presence, he had already decided that having you here talking about whatever inane crap came to your head was better than him being alone.

He smokes a cigarette, taking small breaks to lean against the counter and just listen to you. Honestly, sometimes in amazement. It was impressive how long you could talk.

One time, after a particularly long rant about how stupid one character of a book you were reading was, you offered him an apology for going on a rant.

“Sorry for talking so much, just had to get that out.” You said, and Sanji immediately shook his head and laughed.

”Are you kidding? I could listen to you talk all day, gorgeous.”

It was such an easy answer for Sanji, and after that, it stuck with you every time you decided to waltz into his kitchen for another yap session.

He'd always have your favorite drink and snack at the ready!

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LAW

When you first joined the crew, Law wasn’t worried about everyone getting along with you.

You seemed friendly enough. Chatty, maybe, but that just meant you’d fit right in with everyone else on the sub. Their personalities were far more vibrant than Law considered his own to be, and that’s how he preferred it.

It’s in the few first times that he was cornered by you that he fully realized just how relentlessly chatty you were. And you had selected him to be your regular target.

You were rambling. Ranting. Droning on and on about something that he was listening to and absorbing, but wasn’t necessarily interested in.

He replied politely, though, for the most part. Nodding, humming, giving small comments occasionally. He didn’t have a reason not to, and he was in a good enough mood.

For a while, he was okay with being mostly quiet just to let you get it out of your system.

It was only the fourth or fifth time that you were yapping to him over dinner that he finally interrupted.

“You always talk this much?”

He really didn’t mean it as an insult. Granted, he wasn’t exactly thrilled about having you talk his ear off while he’s eating, but he wasn’t necessarily bothered by it. It was just…regular annoying.

Yes, he’s ranked how annoying something is on a scale before. It helps him when dealing with people.

When he realized he messed up, he didn’t really know how to recover it from there.

You’d still talk, of course, but you stopped cornering him. You droned on to Bepo or Ikkaku instead. For some reason, that didn't sit right with the surgeon.

So, the next time you were alone together, he just kind of started talking to you. About something random he remembered you talking about. He still didn’t fully get it.

That started you up again, and if you weren’t so busy gesticulating with your hands and explaining whatever the hell you were explaining, you might have been able to see him smirk.

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KIDD

The Victoria Punk was no stranger to loud, booming voices. It goes without saying that some of the most boastful remarks came from the Captain himself.

When you joined the crew, it seemed nearly seamless. Some growing pains here and there, but overall, you'd proven to be a strong and capable crewmate.

The only thing, Kidd learned, is that you never shut the fuck up.

Whether it was excitedly recalling a battle you'd been a part of, showing off your weapons or abilities, or even just talking about the damn news.

You always had input, and it had slowly begun to grate on the Captain's nerves.

It was during one particular day at port where you were rambling about - oh, who knows? It was incessant. And Kidd was wanting to address the crew.

“Would you shut the hell up?”

He noticed the way you bristled, your face scrunched, but you said…nothing.

Thank god, you finally seemed to stop.

But you didn't start back up. At all.

This went on for a few days, and somehow the silence was as annoying for Kidd as the talking. Maybe even more.

Where the hell did that sweet voice go? The nonstop chatter about the new island or the mission? The bragging about how you'd taken down a Marine, something he noticed and nearly pointed out himself?

He cornered you on the deck the morning before you set sail, finally having had enough. Again.

“The silent treatment, you damn brat? You'd better start being a chatterbox again before I kick your ass.”

Yeah, you rub it in his face from that day on.

#one piece x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #law x reader #sanji x reader #eustass x reader

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lvmimis · 4 days ago

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cw: set right before raid on onigashima. selfship-coded.

“I look cool, don’t I?”

Luffy’s grin is wide, and when you look up from the kit of supplies you are organizing, from first aid to emergency rations to general survivalist materials, your captain is standing tall with his arms crossed over his chest in a pose that is so prideful it veers on childish.

Deciding to be indulgent rather than pour out the rest of your anxiety related to this upcoming raid on Onigashima onto him, you grin back just as wide and agree.

“Like the future King of the Pirates should,” you offer him. It’s what he hoped to hear, and thankful, he moves in closer to squat next to you. For the next few moments, he watches as you count and mutter under your breath to make sure you cover the crew’s needs, and then those of the Akazaya Nine and of course, Law and Kid at the very least, has started to make your head spin, and the longer you plan, the more it feels impossible to be prepared for anything.

Luffy watches you bite your thumbnail for a moment, then presses his chin to your back. His weight on you almost startles you for a moment, before you let the sensation settle and his warmth and optimism spread from him to the center of your chest.

“Relax.”

“Luffy, we - well, really you - are about to start a literal war.”

“Yes,” he replies, his voice a gentle vibration through your back. “So save all that for when we’re actually at war.”

The boat rocks lurches suddenly more than usual as the Thousand Sunny starts to navigate the treacherous waters of the Tokage Port. It’s been overcast all day, fitting for what may turn out to be either a day of liberation or the worst day of your lives. Luffy keeps your body steady despite you threatening to lose your balance, as easily as a second thought, then looks at everything you’ve laid out before you to store into your Star Realm storage space.

“Maybe a little more meat,” he murmurs, tentatively. You turn to give him a look but rather than look sheepish as you suspect he did when your back was turned, he’s smiling brightly, then presses his forehead to yours.

“That got your attention,” he laughs into your face. His hands clasp both sides of it so you can’t pull back, but you didn’t plan to, closing your eyes instead, and letting a sigh release from your lips. Finally, you let your arms wrap around his shoulders.

“I’d say don’t do anything stupid but we’re past that, aren’t we?” you whisper.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

Luffy pulls back for a moment, and looks earnestly in your eyes, and your cheeks start to warm.

Nothing about this is stupid. It’s terrifying and it’s dangerous to defy an Emperor of the Sea - really two, given Big Mom’s entry into the mix - but he will be backed by thousands, not least of these you and the rest of the Straw Hats, and not only will Wano be free, he’ll be one step closer to his dream.

All it takes is the audacity to believe that he can win, and he has plenty of that.

“No. Not at all. I support you wholeheartedly.”

“You mean that, huh?”

Luffy’s forehead playfully presses against yours again, as he takes both of your hands in his and squeezes them, and forever indulgent, you allow yourself to peck him on the lips.

“As long as you don’t die.”

You don’t allow yourself to be cliché and add an ‘or I’ll kill you’ but the storms are heavy overhead, and not just him, but you all will be plunging headlong into danger. Today might be the last time you’re together like this, but trust is something you continue to work on the longer time passes with the Straw Hats, and the longer you love Luffy.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” He’s confident as he looks back out towards the sea, and you allow yourself for a moment to take another deep breath and steady your heart.

“I’ll keep setting up here, but you should go on ahead.”

It takes him a moment to fully let go of your hands, but he does eventually, rushing back towards the bow of the ship. You watch him go, the black cape flapping in the wind.

He does look pretty cool, you admit to yourself yet again, pride tugging your lips into a smile.

#luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #daydreams: op #mimi's notes #lumimi #luffy fluff

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ryiju-muunie · 10 days ago

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may I please get a Luffy x fem reader where Luffy has a crush on the reader and she loves wearing mini skirts. thank you!

LuffyxFem!reader

Luffy wasn’t the … romantic type. He knew exactly what he felt and what he could do, how he could speak, how he could flirt and touch and tease. But something inside him never had that burning desire to move ahead and say what his brain told him was right. It wasn’t like he didn’t want you to know, but he was so content with your circumstances, it didn’t matter much to him if your touches were different… maybe your touches lingering and your words softer.

When he thought about it like that, romance didn’t sound half bad. If it was being pampered, fed, cooed and dotted on… Maybe he could get behind it. And if it was you. Yeah if it was you he’d like that most of all. There was something about you that made everything special when it came to that stuff. The food. The gifts. The smiles and the hugs. It was different and relaxing.

It didn’t help you had developed a new habit of wearing shorter skirts. Maybe it was Nami who got you onto the shorter cloth or maybe it was the scorching sun that beat down on your tanned skin and caused droplets of sweat to run down your exposed back. You were always so comfortable being bare to everyone, which always surprised Luffy. I mean he was shirtless so he didn’t expect you to cover up too much. But you showed more than Nami did. And that thought made his throat close up.

It was a crush. He knew it plain and well. But there was the thought if he should do anything or wait it out as he always did. He could stomach his urges and masturbate late at night to avoid unbearable staring. Or Luffy could cave and lick a stripe up your neck and relish in the shiver you’d whine.

Luffy didn’t have time to really process when you sat up from your spot on the deck and he could see everything. Your breasts sitting idly on your chest, perky and dark from the sun. Your torso with stretch marks and different imperfections that littered your skin. It was hot. God he couldn’t deny it was hot.

You spoke to him, asked him for a towel to cover yourself with to finish up your tanning spree, but he didn’t hear you. Maybe he chose not to hear you but stare instead. It was a hungry stare that he couldn’t control no matter how much he wanted to.

When he lept forward and pressed you back against the deck you let out a small yelp. Luffy made delicately care not to touch but hover, just staring with unbridled desire. A kind of desire that hadn’t been there before. It was a hungry look he gave during a battle when he looked as mature as ever. When he looked like a real man not just the gum gum boy.

You swallowed and opened your mouth to speak, “Luffy… what are you doing?”

“Don’t know.. kind of felt like being close to you. Is that okay?” His voice was hoarse and quiet, barely breaking through his throat as his Adam’s apple bobbed. He was restraining himself from doing things he shouldn’t do in broad daylight, especially when anyone could walk out to see this. But you were strong. You could have pushed him off. If you wanted to you could have thrown him overboard. But your hands encircled Luffy’s and interlaced your fingers together.

You nodded, “Okay. But Nami—” Luffy put his hand over your mouth to cover it. It was supposed to be reassuring but God it made your stomach clench in arousal. He stared, half-lidded, dragging his hand down to cup your chin with his pointer finger and thumb.

“Namis not here. It’s just us.. don’t worry.. why,” a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, “you scared?” Then he laughed, charming and quick.

“Not scared.. kind of the opposite,” you put your hand over his and pulled it lower so it rested against your collarbone, “I know why you’re on top of me.. I know why you’ve been staring..”

“Skirts, huh? You got my attention that’s for sure,” he smiled wider and leaned in to break the tension.

It was a hungry kiss that devolved instantly into something messy and disheveled. You wrapped your arms around him and Luffy pressed his body against you to make you one. His tongue found yours and you couldn’t help but moan. You were wet under his touch and burning with arousal at every movement. He was already hard, as you could feel it from his shorts against your thigh.

You wanted to pull it out of his cloth and marvel at the length, at the cut, at the shape. But footsteps traveled through the Sunny and Luffy was off of you in a second. He fell back into his seat and tossed you a towel as you sat up. You caught it and slowly pressed it against your chest, face warm and burning, and your lips swollen with desire.

Luffy smiled and wiped his mouth, “I like them by the way. Your skirts.”

Carrd

#luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffy x y/n #luffy x female reader #luffy smut #x reader smut #one piece x reader #x reader #one piece x reader smut #one piece smut #kissing #make out #ryiju-muunie writing

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justauthoring · 4 days ago

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Taste of Freedom

Request: Heyyy can we get a Luffy x ready (or literally any one piece character) fic where Y/n is royalty/from a noble family and gets betrothed or is like the next of kin. Girly ends up getting cold feet, runs away and after meeting the straw hats and having a little excursion with them (or something of the sort) she’s debating whether she wants to stay with them or go back. At first she goes back to honor her family/for her people/fulfill whatever duty she has and amidst her short absence Luffy comes to terms with his feeling and essentially gets his girl back, kidnapping her/crashing her wedding and she becomes a permanent member of their crew and they live happily ever after type beat Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x F!Reader

A/N: Maybe this blog will become a Luffy fan blog... Literally every request I received since my last One Piece fanfic has been Luffy (lets be clear I'm not complaining lmao). So, here's another Luffy fic as a result lol :)

Also! Please keep in mind that I'm only on episode 279 of One Piece and I am making my way through the series. So if you request something that has to do with later episodes, just be patient with me!

Word Count: 3,829 (Also, not spell-checked... lol)

The skirt of your dress weighed heavily in your hands.

Your dresses were always heavy. Dressed in the finest silks, with petticoasts and corsets and lines and lines of fabric draped over you. Everything was heavy. Adorned in jewels and intricate hair designs. You were never, ever allowed to not look your best.

But everything felt heavier today.

The weight you've always been able to bear. Mainly because you had no choise to otherwise. But it was too much for you; standing in that room, surrounded by people you didn't know... staring up at the eyes of a man twenty years your senior.

A man you were meant to marry.

Needless to say, you couldn't do it. You just couldn't.

In the midst of the wedding, you'd gotten cold feet. You'd ripped your hands from the man, and only because you'd surprised everyone, had managed to flee the ceremony.

Not unscathed however, becuase you were currently be chased across the harbour by your family's and the man you were marrying's family.

You'd lost your heels somewhere along the way. Kicking them off because they hurt and inhibited how well you could run. You'd ripped off a bit of your skirt to lessen the weight. And you'd been running for so long. Your feet ached, you're sure the soles of your feet had been torn apart by the ground beneath you.

Everything hurt. You were tired, exhausted and you just needed to get away.

You needed one ship--one ship to take pity on you.

Inhaling sharply, your face twists in panic when you realize the knights are growing closer. You were getting to the end of your wits and the chance for an escape was slipping through your fingers by the second.

If you didn't find a ship to get away on and soon, you'd be dragged back to the wedding. And this time, there would be no escaping.

Slowing to a stop, you twist your head, spinning round to try and find someone who looks like they'd be willing to take a stray on their ship. Especially one that was currently being hunted down by the islands guards.

Stumbling backwards on your feet, you can feel yourself hyperventilating, breath quickening. You knew that if you were caught, you could only imagine how much trouble you'd be in. And your fiance? He'd seemed nice enough, at least... somewhat. But you figure he wouldn't at all be impressed that his bride-to-be ran away.

You continue shuffling backwards on your feet, skin coated with sweat, when you feel yourself bump into something.

It causes you to jump, fearing it's a knight or maybe even in your fiance, body spinning around in panic. Only, it isn't a knight or your fiance. It's a boy with a bright red jacket and a straw hat on his head. There's also a large piece of meat in his mouth that he swallows in two seconds in front of you.

You blink back at him.

"You okay?"

It takes you half a second to realize that the boy's asked you a question. You blink, again, heart still pounding and still breathless and then, feeling utterly hopeless, you shake your head;

"No."

The boys face twists, wiping the crumbs from his meat off his face as a concerned expression falls on his face. You're stunned by the genuine look of worry, from a stranger no less.

"What's--"

"There she is!"

Body freezing, your head snaps round, seeing that the guards were close; extremely close.

Knowing this is probably your last chance, you turn back around to the boy, grabbing his hand with both of your own and meet his gaze. "Please," you breathe, "help me."

He glances at you, then past you at the guards that are growing closer and closer by the second. Whatever conclusion he comes to about why the guards are chasing you, you don't know. It doesn't matter either because the brightest smile curls onto the boys lips and he shifts your hands so now he's holding onto you.

"Okay!"

He tugs you with him, nearly sweeping your feet beneath you as you scramble to catch up with his pace.

But you barely have time to care about that. In a few seconds, a ship comes into your few and Luffy is bounding towards it without any hesitation.

"What--"

"You need to get away, yeah?" The boy asks you, grinning back at you. Slowly, you nod. "Okay, then... come with us!"

You're on the ship deck in the next few minutes, staring at a group of people who stare back at you with bewildered expressions. The boy, still grinning ear to ear, greets his friends as if nothing is amiss, asking if there's any food to eat.

"Luffy," one of them calls, a girl with short red hair. "Who is that?"

"Oh!" Luffy calls, spinning around to face you. "This is..." His face falls, blinking. "What's your name?"

"...Y/N." You answer, still bewildered.

"And why is she on our ship?" Another boy with a long nose asks.

"Who cares!" Another one asks, a blond man with heart yes who comes bounding towards you. He takes your hand in yours and presses a kiss to it. "You're absolutely beautiful, Y/N-chan."

Your cheeks warm, embarrassed and still bewildered.

"She's joining our crew!" Luffy cheers, pumping his fist in the air.

Your face twists, lips parting. "Oh, um... No... I just need to--"

"Where did she go!"

"I think she went over here!"

"We can't let her get off the island."

Whatever you'd been about to say is needless in that moment as muffled calls of panic from the guards swarming the harbor are loud and clear to the rest of the crew in that moment.

All of their eyes shift back to you, blinking.

"They're after you?" The black-haired woman asks you, voice soft.

You nod, nervous.

There's a beat of silence and you're not sure if, despite Luffy's nonchalance, they might ask you to get off. You're even about to fall to your knees and start begging, but before you can, Luffy speaks up.

"We should probably go," he says through a mouthful of food. "Before they realize Y/N's here."

Everyone turns to look at him, and then, the man with green-hair and three swords who'd been standing further back steps forward, a smirk on his lips as he turns to the crew.

"Captain's orders, right guys?"

Your eyes widen when you realize he means Luffy.

Everyone starts moving, perfectly in sync as they get the ship ready to go.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

Glancing down at the voice, you blink at the... reindeer staring up at you.

Taking a sip of the tea Sanji, the blond who'd called you beautiful, prepared for you, you try not to squirm at the intense pair of eyes staring at you.

Luffy, who'd followed you down the kitchen after Nami, the red-haired girl, and Robin, the black-haired woman, got you a change of clothes, hadn't stopped staring at you since you sat down. Sanji was preparing you a plate of food while Nami sat next to you, asking you questions about what had happened.

The rest of the crew was in the kitchen, sans Zoro was keeping a lookout on deck.

Chopper, the reindeer who'd talked to you, had looked you over for any injuries despite your assurance that you were fine. He was only satisfied once he'd confirmed it for yourself.

"And they wanted you to marry him?"

Nodding, you pull your gaze away from Luffy. "Yeah," you whisper, glancing down at your tea cup with a frown. "I just... I couldn't go through with it."

"Well, obviously," Nami breathes from beside you. "I couldn't imagine being married off to a man twenty years older than me."

Eyes widening, you turn to Nami in shock.

"It's a good thing you found our captain, huh?" Robin smiles down at you, stepping towards you. "You're safe with us."

"I'll keep you safe, Y/N-chan!" Sanji calls from the kitchen.

When you look to Chopper and Usopp, the smiles on their faces are just as warm and reassuring.

Something flutters in your chest.

"Thank you," you breathe, a weight fading from your shoulders. "Seriously... I... I just--thank you so much."

Leaning into you, Nami grins; "it'll be nice to have another girl on board! Right, Robin?"

The older woman nods; "of course."

"Y/N!" Chopper calls, pulling your eyes down on him as he bounds up at you. "You can come to me if you ever feel under the weather."

His eagerness pulls a gentle smile to your lips, eyes softening down at him. "Thank you, Chopper."

"Luffy."

Turning away from Chopper at Nami's voice, you turn towards her, before shifting your gaze to Luffy, who is still just staring at you.

"Luffy!" Nami calls, face twisting as she reaches forwad to bop Luffy on the head. He jumps in response, blinking.

"Ow!" He calls, holding the offended spot with a frown. "What was that for?"

"Stop staring at Y/N!"

Your cheeks warm at her blatant call out, squirming in your seat as Luffy pouts at her.

"I was just looking!"

"And it's weird!"

"Nami," you call, reaching out for her. "It's... It's okay." Then, turning to Luffy, you smile at him. "Thank you for letting me on the ship, Luffy. I really appreciate it. And I promise I won't stick around too long."

You expect him to return the smile with that bright grin you're used to seeing him on your face at this point, but he never does.

"You can stay as long as you need."

It's been a few weeks since you've joined the Straw Hat crew on the Going Merry and it was needless to say you loved every moment of it.

Beyond just the freedom you're experiencing that you never have before this moment, everyone on the crew was so incredibly kind. It was such a different experience to be with people who actually cared about you as a person outside of your statuse.

It was nice to actually have friends.

Though, you'd be lying if you were to say there wasn't a certain someone who didn't make you feel more special than the rest.

"Y/N!"

Looking up from the book Robin had let you borrow, a smile curls on your lips when you see Luffy bounding over to you. He reaches you in seconds as per usual due to his rubber body, almost barreling into you as you lean back.

When he lands, his face is inches from yours and you desperately try to ignore the race of your heart.

"Luffy," you greet, trying to keep your voice steady. "Is everything okay?"

"Perfect!" He cheers, effortlessly energetic like he always is. "But I have a question for you!"

Tabbing your spot in your book, you set it aside. "Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

You let out a sharp laugh. "Reading," you explain, despite the obvious. "Did you need something?"

"Yeah," Luffy nods, eager. "I don't want you to read anymore."

"Oh?"

"Come fish with me instead!"

For further emphasis, Luffy's hand wraps around your wrist, tugging.

"Okay," you submit, knowing that Luffy wouldn't have needed to even plea with you. You'd let him drag you anywhere. "I'll fish with you."

Luffy's eyes sparkle. "Really?"

"Really."

"Watch out!"

Barring your arms in front of you, you brace for the hit you expect to feel, only to feel nothing happen.

A moment passes by before you slowly let your arms drop, confused, only to see a familiar back of red in front of you.

"Luffy!"

Luffy, who took the hit from the bad guy for you, glances back at you with a wide, effortless grin. The sight makes your stomach erupt in a flutter of butterflies, heart racing.

"Are you okay?"

Numbly, you nod.

"Stay back," he says, voice warm. "I'll keep you safe."

"You can have the rest."

Head resting in the palm of your hand, the smile on your lips is soft and completely lovesick (not that you're aware) as you push your plate towards Luffy.

Mouth full of his own dinner, Luffy's eyes sparkle.

"Really?"

You nod, voice a warm hum; "I'm not hungry."

In seconds he's shoveling your food onto his plate, beaming.

"Thank you, Y/N/N!"

"So..."

Raising a brow at Nami, you tilt your head; "so?"

She glances at Robin who's standing next to her, both of them grinning like they know something you don't.

"Anything you want to tell us?" Nami asks, smirking as she crosses her arms over her chest.

You blink at her, then Robin, before shaking your head; "I don't think so?"

The two look at each other.

"Maybe something about our dear captain?" Robin suggests.

Your face twists; "no?"

The two chuckle, shaking their heads and you feel thoroughly confused.

"Okay, if you're sure."

"No, wait," you call, moving to stand when they shift towards the door. "What are you guys talking about?"

Robin sets a hand on your arm, squeezing reassuringly. "It's best to let you figure this one out on your own."

You let the cool night breeze brush through your hair, enjoying the feeling of it.

The freeing feeling of it.

A moment later a pair of footsteps bound up behind you, pulling your eyes off of the night sky and behind you, seeing Luffy.

"Hey," you call gently. "What are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep," Luffy shrugs, oddly quiet compared to his usual loudness. "Didn't like you up here alone."

You snort. "Usopp is up on the crows nest," you remind.

Luffy shakes his head. "Not the same."

He moves to stand next to you, his arm brushing against your own. The touch sends shivers down your spin, and you quickly avert your gaze in front of you.

"Are you happy?"

It's not the question you're expecting. With a frown, you shake your head at Luffy. "Of course," you say earnestly. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I just wanted to make sure," Luffy shrugs. "I... I don't want you to leave."

"Oh," you breathe.

"Yeah."

"Okay," you find yourself saying. "I won't leave then."

Luffy turns to look at you and his expression is vulnerable in a way you've never seen.

"Okay."

The Straw Hats had docked at a new island.

Usopp and Luffy had all but bounded off the second you'd docked, Chopper not far behind. Robin and Nami told you they were going to do some shopping but you declined their invite to join, wanting to rest on the ship.

Sanji was gettin groceries and Zoro was napping on the ship as usual.

An hour into just reading, you decide you're thoroughly bored and regret declining the girls invitation to join them. You take a look at Zoro, knowing he wouldn't be happy if you woke him up, so you figure it shouldn't be too hard to find at least one of your friends.

You make your way off the ship, leisurely walking through the town and taking in the sights. It never failed to take your breath away when you docked on a new island and you got to see firsthand all the new sights you never would've before.

After wandering for about twenty minutes, you think you catch sight of Sanji's familiar blonde hair, turning to follow after him. Your lips part to call out for him, but you quickly stop yourself when you catch sight of something else.

Or someone else.

Everything in you freezes, muscles tensing as your heart starts with panic.

That's your fiance.

Breath hitching, you try to move, intending to turn back the way you came before your fiance catches sight of you. But just as you have the thought to do so, you lock eyes with him.

He recognizes you instantly.

The second he moves towards you, you stumble back, moving to run away. You make it a total of five steps before a hand latches around your wrist, tight and painful.

"There you are."

In seconds, there's guards flanking around you, effectively blocking off any escape.

"Your family's been looking everywhere for you," your fiance hisses. "How dare you embarrass me."

Luffy comes bounding onto the Going Merry with a wide grin.

He'd found something cool on the island he wanted to show you and refused to explore any further until he brought you there. Chopper and Usopp had gone on ahead, but he'd told them he was going back to get you.

Only, you're no where to be found.

"Zoro!" Luffy calls, voice loud and pitching as he races over to his first mate. "Zoro! Zoro!"

The swordsman face twists in annoyance, eyes blinking open to stare up at his captain with a frown.

"What?"

"Where's Y/N?"

"How should I know?"

Luffy huffs; "she stayed back with you."

"And I've been napping." Zoro grunts.

Frowning, Luffy turns, instending to race down to the kitchen and see if you're maybe there. But before he can make it to the door, he hears footsteps rushing towards the boat.

He straightens out, thinking it's Y/N but when he reaches the end of the ship, he sees Nami and Robin and no Y/N.

And they look concerned.

"Luffy!"

"What?" Luffy calls, "what happened? Where's Y/N?"

"She's... She's--"

"We saw a man and a bunch of nights dragging her onto a ship," Robin explains when Nami can't. "She was crying."

"You're an utter embarrassment!"

Head bowed, your nails digging into the palms of your hand as your mother continues to scream at you, voice blaring. Your cheek still stings from the slap she'd given you the second you entered the room.

"I cannot believe you would ruin tarnesh our reputation like that," your mother roars down at you. "Running away in the middle of your wedding? How dare you!"

Swallowing thickly, you inhale sharply; "I'm... I'm sorry, mother."

"You will be."

You hear her heels click away and slowly, you raise your head to watch you. She moves towards the door to your bedroom, opening it before she turns back to you.

"You will not be leaving this room until your wedding tomorrow." She bites out at you, "be grateful your fiance is still willing to marry you after all you've put him through."

The door slams shut behind her.

It takes a moment before the tears fall, a sob breaking past your lips as you fall to a heap on the ground. Your heart aches painfully at the thought of how quickly things had gone wrong.

The second your fiance had found you you'd known that any freedom you'd found for yourself was gone. There would be no escape now. You'd known that if you were ever taken back, you'd never get away again.

And now, after tomorrow, you'd be married.

Luffy appears in your mind, and you think back to that night you promised him you'd never leave. You'd meant it then, even though your chest had twisted at the words. You didn't want to leave. You'd have spent the rest of your life with the Straw Hat crew and Luffy if you could've.

But deep down you'd known you'd never truly escape your fate.

"I'm sorry," you cry, knowing Luffy can't hear you. "I'm so sorry."

The stares are piercing.

Everyone's watching and this time, measurements have been put in place to make sure you can't run away like you had the last.

The wedding dress feels more like your own personal prison than anything else in that moment. You're miserable and you refuse to pretend otherwise. Your mother had hounded into you that morning that you were to be on your best behaviour and well you wouldn't fight them, you certainly weren't going to act like you were happy about any of this.

You drone out the sound of your fiance signing your life away. You refuse to look at him.

Your eyes stare holes into your own feet, trying to ignore the panic coarsing through your body.

It was even worst than the last. You'd had a taste of what real freedom felt like and for it to be so cruelly taken away from you felt like your own personal hell.

"Y/N."

You're tugged, the tone of your fiance's voice sharp as you blink out of your own thoughts. He's glaring down at you and the officiator is staring at you impatiently.

Oh. It was your turn to say 'I do'.

Inhaling sharply, your lips part, voice a tremble as you try to force the words out.

Except, you never get the chance. In the next second, the door to the room busts open with a loud bang, breaking off the hinges and shattering into the crowd of people who shriek in response.

Your fiances hands leave yours as he stumbles back in fear.

But you just continue to stare at the entrance, waiting for the dust to clear because something akin to hope is blooming in your chest.

Sure enough, as the dust clears, you see a familiar straw hat.

"Y/N! Where are you!"

Your face breaks out into a grin, the brightest you've ever smiled. You're gathering your skirts in your hands, moving to run down the steps and bound over to Luffy.

Your fiance grabs your arm before you can.

"You're not going--"

Without a second of hesitation, you swing your fist back and drive it right into his face. Exactly like the Straw Hat crew had taught you.

He tumbles to the ground with a panic cry of pain, and you laugh.

Actually laugh.

Not wasting anymore time, you make your way down the stairs, weaving your way through the dispersing and panicked crowd. You see your mother along the way and she's yelling at you to come with her, but you ignore her.

Nothing else matters more than reaching Luffy.

He's delivering a sharp set of kicks at a guard when you reach him, breathless.

"Luffy."

He halts at the sound of you, tossing the guard to the side as he grins at you.

"Y/N/N!" He cheers, "we've come to kidnap you!"

Letting out a laugh, you shake your head. A newfound determination settles in you and you close the distance between the two of you in seconds flat, grabbing him by the cheeks and press your lips against his.

He stills in front of you, and when you pull back, his blinking at you wide-eyed.

Before he lets out a sharp laugh; "do that again!"

You just giggle, shaking your head. "We should focus on escaping first, no?"

"Oh," Luffy blinks, "you're right."

He grabs you, wrapping his arms around your waist and picks you up, hefting you over his shoulder as you laugh. Luffy despite everything is careful as he carries you, turning to the rest of the crew that watches with bemused expressions.

"Princess captured! Let's go, guys!"

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #op #op x reader #one piece luffy #monkey d luffy #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x you #monkey d. luffy #luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x you

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traffys-heart · 5 hours ago

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hii!!! i’m literally obsessed w how u write so if it’s ok can u write smth abt op men and fingering?

one piece men + fingering | nsfw

i will probably start a masterlist soon, considering how many works i have cluttered my blog w. please bare w me until then, thank u (っ- ‸ - ς)

characters: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinesmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, trafalgar d. law

cw: lowercase, afab! reader, fingering, female receiving oral, public sex, virign! loser! law

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monkey d. luffy

luffy considers fingering and eating ur pussy as a package deal. as far as he's concerned, hes only curling his knuckles and pressing up into that soft gooey spot inside of u so he can stuff his face in ur cunt right after and enjoy the meal u've left him. ever since he found out he just needs to fuck ur little slit w his digits to speed up ur orgasms he's been using the 'trick' thereafter. oh and of course like the glutton he is, he always makes sure to lick up ur webs that coat his hand after.

roronoa zoro

zoro needs to calm down and recollect himself before he gets his hands on ur tight ass cause he'll probably end up making a mess. this guy wants u bent over his weights bench and spreading ur pretty lips for him. he can't wait to stretch u and feel how u squeeze him as his fingers scissor ur walls, trying to expand ur cunt for his cock. zoro tries to go as slow as possible, but ends up loosing control and rapidly fucking u on his hand.

vinesmoke sanji

idk why but i'm plagued w the vision of sanji's face slowly rising from the side of bed w his signature perverted blown out expression ready to get down and dirty. imagine ur on ur bed, legs spred, panties discarded, and ur trying so hard to get off, but u just need sanji to finger u to completion. ur rubbing ur clit so fast, but it's his long and slender fingers that tickle ur insides so perfectly that make u cum. ugh he kisses ur stomach through it too.

portgas d. ace

ace would take u in the middle of a bar if he could. unfortunately u would never let that happen, so he has to settle for walking his heated fingertips up and under the hem of ur skirt, kissing promises of reassurance into ur ear while u make eye contact w whoever new just entered. his sneaky fingers slip past ur undergarments and rub ur wet slit that's been begging for attention ever since u left the ship. slow and deep thrusts cause u to almost loose balance while u cling to ur sly boyfriend and his sticky hands.

sabo

the high of completing a mission or liberating another island has always filled u w a sense of pride, on the other hand its always made sabo needy to fill u. the foreign texture of leather massaging the inside of ur pussy makes u want to crawl away and beg for more simultaneously. the gloved fingers fucking ur mouth keep u from escaping him tho. with a soft smack to ur wet cunt, sabo loosens his cravat and thinks abt how much better u would feel stuffed w his cock.

eustass kid

kid is so mean, sometimes he makes u ride his own fingers. so u could be there, bouncing away to ur hearts content, but he won't do a thing cause he likes seeing u get off on him. he especially likes seeing u get off on his metal arm. there is nothing more erotic than watching u stretch urself down on one of the the fat metal fingers of his hand. the dichotomy of skin and chrome molding into one almost makes him want to start doing work himself smh.

killer

my beloved beefy boy. if he could he would strip off his mask and have u sit on his face so he can get to know ur pussy up close and personal. yknow ask her questions abt her interests and hobbies. but until that milestone, he opts for fingering u until the point of over stimulation. whereas ur captain sat back and made u do all the work, killer will rub and pinch ur clit as well as thrust his fingers in and out of ur cunt. he wants u cumming all over him until his jeans have a new kind of acid wash.

trafalgar d. law

law has never been this close to pussy before so when u strip off panties for him and open ur legs, inviting the nerd in, his first instinct is to grab his glasses. (yes they fog up) he could spend eternity watching u touch urself, but when u spread ur slit and guide his fingers into ur welcoming hole he doubts he'll ever last long enough to make u cum during actual sex. in the end u never acc orgasm but law adds this to his top 5 memories ever.

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freekczz · 3 days ago

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Please read this before reading!

this fanfic will contain Nsfw:

dry humping, first time for everything, and sloppy kisses and dirty talk, pls be aware before moving forward

this is my first nsfw fanfic… so idk what im doing LMAOO

!!Luffy x reader!!

You and Luffy have been dating for almost six months, but nothing seems to be progressing. You start to wonder if you’re moving too fast for him—maybe he just wants to take things slow.

"Have you two even kissed yet?" Nami ask’s bluntly

Embarrassed by the question—and already knowing the answer—you hesitate. Of course, you and Luffy haven’t kissed yet. In fact, you’re not even sure he fully understands what kissing is.

“Well... no," you admit, looking away. Nami sighs, crossing her arms. “If you want him to take this seriously, you need to talk to him about it. Luffy's an idiot when it comes to romance, but sometimes, he just needs a little push in the right direction."

“I agree," Robin chimes in. “You can't expect things to change if you and Luffy haven’t openly discussed your feelings about the relationship."

The three of you are lounging on Nami’s bed, unwinding after a long, uneventful day at sea. You’re all dressed in matching satin lace nightgowns, each with a delicate slit at the hem. Nami’s is yellow with black lace, Robin’s is deep purple, and yours is soft pink, all with the same elegant black trim.

Frustrated, you groan, running your fingers through your hair. "Ugh! I know, I know!" you exclaim. “It’s just... I get nervous about these things too. I don’t want to push him into something just because we’re dating."

“But you’re not pushing him!" Nami argues. "It’s just a suggestion. Ask him and see how he feels." Robin nods in agreement. "Communication is key. If you don’t talk about it, nothing will change."

Annoyed at how in sync they are about your situation, you try to change the subject—until the sound of laughter drifts up from the boys downstairs. Nami suddenly smirks, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “In fact…"she says, raising a finger as if she’s just solved the most complicated puzzle ever. “You should go get him right now and talk to him about it!"

After what feels like endless coaxing and reassurance from both of them, you finally give in.

You make your way downstairs to the kitchen, your heart pounding. Knocking on the door, you barely have time to collect your thoughts before Luffy swings it open.

"Hey, babe!" he greets you with full-cheer in his eues, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

But as soon as he pulls back, he notices something’s off. Your face is flushed, your hands fidgeting as if you’re trying to hold something in.

"Something wrong?" Luffy asks, his usual carefree expression giving way to concern. He steps out of the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.

You glance down at your hands. "Can we go to bed?" you mumble.

Normally, Luffy would complain about it being too early, but he can tell something is bothering you. Without hesitation, he follows you to his room, curiosity flickering in his eyes. As you enter the room, holding Luffy’s hand, he immediately starts changing out of his usual clothes, slipping into a pair of pajama pants—because, of course, he never wears a shirt to bed.

You sit at the edge of the bed, watching him, your hands nervously fidgeting in your lap. Once he’s finished, he plops down beside you, his usual carefree energy shifting into something more focused.

"What’s bothering ya?" he asks, his tone softer now that it’s just the two of you. You swallow hard, glancing down before finally mustering the courage to speak. “I just… I wanted to talk to you about something." Luffy tilts his head, clearly confused but willing to listen, his eyes locked onto yours as he waits for you to continue.

"It’s just… sometimes, I really want to kiss you, Luffy," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I’m scared that I’m pushing you… or that I’m moving too fast in our relationship." You struggled to swallow the lump in your throat before adding, “I know we kiss on the cheek, but I’ve always wanted to… you know… do it on the lips." Your heart pounds as you wait for his response, unsure of what he’ll say or how he’ll react.

"Is that so?" Luffy chuckles to himself, crossing his arms and slowly lowering his elbows onto his lap, as though he's more at ease after what you just said. Still confused and flushed, you can't help but feel a wave of irritation. Why is he laughing at you? Does he think this is some kind of joke? Does he think you're a joke? Clenching your fists in anger, you push him down onto the bed, positioning yourself on top of him, your hands pressing on either side of his head.

"Why are you laughing, Luffy? This isn’t a game, you know... I want to move forward, but you’re not acting like you do. Every time we’re together, it feels like we’re still just friends. I want more, Luffy. Don’t you want that with me?" you demand, your voice firm as you await his response.

He places his hand on the side of your waist. “Of course I do. I’m sorry I laughed—I was just happy that we were thinking the same thing.” His voice softens as he continues, “There are times when I want to do more than just kiss…” Wait, what? Did he just say more than kissing?

“More than kissing?”

“Yeah.”

“Care to explain?”

Without a doubt in luffys mind, he explains his desires. “Theres times where I really want you to rub against me.. i dont even want to have sex— I mean, I do. but I always liked the imagination of you getting off somewhere else.” Frozen in place by the words that had just slipped from Luffy's mouth, you blushed deeply. A soft giggle escaped him. "You're so cute when you blush," he teased. "I’m not!" you retorted, turning your gaze away from him. But then, his hand gently cupped the side of your face, guiding your head to face his.

"Can I kiss you now? It's okay if you say no, I’m completely fine if you—" Before Luffy could finish his sentence, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a clumsy, awkward kiss. Neither of you knew exactly how to do it, but the joy of the moment made it perfect. Luffy pulled you closer by your waist, your back arching as one of your knees pressed between his legs, the other bent to the side. It felt both confusing and exhilarating, a rush shared between the two of you. Neither of you knew exactly what you were doing, but it didn’t matter. Time passed, and the room grew hotter and quieter. Only sound that filled the air was the soft, wet noise from both of your mouths. moaning into eachothers kisses leaves luffy wanting more, he couldnt wait any longer. His hand reached to the side of your ass groping it has the kiss continued on. A slight gasp came out of you , and just like that Luffy changed his positions to feel you more.

His back now on the dashboard. You’re still in the same position. just now that you’re leaning into him now. He likes that your back is arched for him like this. while your arms are wrapped about his neck, and your hands digging to his hair, his desire still hasn’t changed. He wants to see you pleasure yourself on him, he wants to be the reason you finished. The feeling of Luffy being so handsy and groping your ass like this drives you crazy. Your hips cant take it anymore. You’ve been trying to stop yourself from making them move on their own but now you dont care. You moved your lower body to sit intop of luffys lap, stopping yourself from flexing your hips they move forward and backward onto Luffy’s lap. He let out an unexpected moan. Pulling away from the kiss you decided to tease him a little.

“What? I thought you always wanted to do this with me. Dont chicken out now, Captain.”

“Fuck, please do that again. I didnt expect it to feel so good.” He pathetically whined. doing as your boyfriend says, you move your hips forward and backwards consistently. “You like it when i do that baby?” Your pussy rubbing against luffys buldge made his mind go blank. “It feels so good. Iwanna see the look on your face as you finish from my pants.” he laughs as the idea in his head. He placed both of his hands now on your ass and tightens the grib. His hands making your hips move faster.

Luffy has no self control he doesnt care how fast hes going with you, hes too lost in the pleasure you and him are in right now. Gripping his hair in pleasure you cant help yourself but be loud. moaning and grunting from the fabric of your panties being rubbed on Luffys pants. “You have no idea how long I thought of this.” Honestly luffys words became muffled for you, the overwhelming pleasure you were having right now was too much. “The idea of you cummin’ on me turned me on so so much.” Luffy didnt care what he was saying. it was the truth, he thought of you like this for so long it bothered him to the point he couldnt even sleep. “What a dirty girl, my pants are getting soaked cus’ of you.” Luffys strong arms moved from your hips, to your thighs. His hands digging into you definitely gonna leave bruises, he loved your soft skin, he cant get enough of you. “Lufffy… I’m so close” you whine while desperately moving your hips faster. “Yeah, me too” Luffy huffs while you both drip from sweat. Finally the overwhelming feeling you both had reaches its climax, after you plop down on luffys sholder huffing and puffing. Luffy giving himself desperate strokes to himself. You both just lay there cuddling eachother and falling asleep.

theeee end

#one piece luffy #fanfic #x reader #luffy x reader #fiction #straw hat luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy #op luffy #x y/n

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kaivenom · 18 hours ago

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Hiiii would you consider writing hcs for the strawhats (or who else you want) cuddling with a fat/chubby reader?

Monster trio cuddling a chubby!reader HCS

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji,

Masterlist

Luffy

Uses you as his personal cushion.

He is on the deck and he needs to have his head on your lap, on your precious thights that look like meat.

He would absolutely drool over your skin when you are cuddling, especially if he is sleepy...

Cause this man think you are meat, the best piece of meat, sometimes he playfully bites you while you let him rest his rubbery body on your belly.

Zoro

Likes the old classic being the big spoon.

But sometimes, when youre feeling conscious about your body, he grabs you and puts you on his lap or chest.

Obliging you into sitting with all your weight on top of him, just to pove the point that he is strong and that you dont have to worry with him.

He would use you like a plushie while napping on the deck, but he will never admit that.

Sanji

The first time he sees you he falls unconscious, you were to precious.

Many times he doesn't know where to put his hands, and the first times you ended up being selfconcious about it.

Now he has to make a plan before cuddling so he doesn't make you feel bad (he will never tell you that).

He doesn't have a favourite position, in fact he loves all of them cause he wants to cover all your body and intoxicate you with his love.

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lowkeycasanova · 5 days ago

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could I please request a Luffy x fem reader, they’re not together yet but Luffy gets jealous when the reader is around Sanji, Ace, and Law. thank you!

jealous much?

The sun is warm, the sea breeze light, and your outfit—apparently— is perfect.

Sanji notices first. His eyes go wide

His eyes sweep over you, all admiration, all poetry. “Ah,” he sighs, hand over his heart, “You're absolutely stunning.”

You laugh, light, brushing him off. “Sanji—”

But he isn’t done. “The colors! The way it fits!” He's so excited, like your existence alone is a masterpiece.

Luffy scowls. Doesn’t know why, just knows he does.

He tugs at the brim of his hat, frowning harder, watching you smile, watching Sanji soak it in.

So he does what he always does. Grabs your hand, steals you away, ignores Sanji’s protests like they’re just background noise.

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The sun hangs heavy, gold and merciless. Alabasta’s heat wraps around you, thick as the sand beneath your feet.

He stands against the desert heat like he was made for it.

The sun kisses his skin, bronzed, freckled, golden in a way that makes the light seem jealous.

Dark hair, unruly, half-hidden beneath the tilted brim of his hat, and his eyes like a wildfire being kept just barely in check

He laughs, easy, flings an arm around your shoulders,

“You sure you’re keepin’ up?” he teases, grinning down at you. “Dunno how you survive with this idiot leading the way.”

You laugh, nudging his ribs. He chuckles, squeezes your shoulder. Brotherly- maybe.

Luffy frowns. Stares. then before you even register movement, he's there

Between you and Ace, somehow. Like the thought barely formed before his body followed.

“She’s fine,” he says. Like it’s obvious. Like there was never a question.

Ace blinks, then smirks. “Relax, Luffy. She’s not gonna melt.”

Luffy doesn’t respond. Doesn’t joke. Just grabs your wrist, tugs you forward, like that’s where you were always meant to be.

Ace whistles low, watching. Grinning. Luffy ignores it.

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The cold bites, punk hazard is chaos snow crunching underfoot, but you don’t seem to notice.

not with the way you stand beside Law, head tilted, eyes focused, listening.

he speaks low, words measured, precise, tattooed fingers tracing something in the air— something he’s explaining, something just for you.

there was something comfortable about being with him, despite meeting him for the first time

across the snowy plain, there luffy stood with his arms loosely crossed over his chest brow twitching ever so slightly he caught sight of the two of you little too close for his liking

what's he saying to her? he wondered

you looked up at Law, nodding. Then— a soft chuckle.

but to luffy, it echoed. A laugh that rang in the air like a bell.

too clear. too loud. too meant for someone else.

He didn’t understand why.

Law was an ally. A bit weird, too serious, but trustworthy enough.

Still— seeing him there, making you laugh, hogging your attention

Then, just like always, he acts.

Calls your name. Too loud.

You turned, surprised— and before Law could say another word, Luffy was there.

Grinning wide, like it was all no big deal. He threw an arm around your shoulders with a careless confidence, a casual ease as if claiming his spot.

like he owned the space between you two

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kingofthe-egirls · 1 day ago

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I know request are closed but would u consider making a prequel of "does it hurt?" Luffy x reader of losing her virginity? U can reject this if u want I'll understand if u don't want to

thank you SO much for your patience! i have been working on this for a while, i hope it lives up to expectations!

FIRST TIME: LUFFY x Y/N

(this is a prequel to does it hurt?)

(cw: first time, fingering, eating out, piv sex, lovey dovey luffy, possessive luffy, multiple rounds)

words: 2.3k

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You’re sitting on Luffy’s lap in his bedroom, his arms rubber-wrapped around you several times. Luffy holds you to him as he kisses you, his lips soft and chapped.

“Never gonna let you go,” he mumbles against your lips, “You’re mine forever.”

You moan into the kiss, all “I know, Luffy, all yours, just yours…” You wriggle your arms free so you can play with his hair. It’s soft and fluffy, your fingers tangling in the dark locks. Luffy hums beneath you, tightening his arms back up.

“You like having me all to yourself?” You grin, enjoying his possessiveness. Luffy growls, his rubber hands finding their way to your ass. He squeezes it, before landing a quick slap. He giggles as you gasp, nuzzling into your cheek.

“Course I do,” he bites your cheek, still groping your ass, “You’re the prettiest thing in all four seas,” he smooches the place he bit. Your cheek tingles from his attention. “What about me? Ya like having me like this?” Earnestness colors his voice, a faint trace of self consciousness that you hate to see in his storm gray eyes.

“Love it,” you breathe, cupping his face in your hands as you kiss him. You kiss him deeply, slipping your tongue inside his mouth. He sucks on the tip, and you both let out heady moans. You grind a bit on his lap, and he lets out the sweetest sound, all raspy and broken. Your Luffy. Moaning for you in his bed. You could die happy right now.

“Want more, baby?” He whispers the question against the side of your neck. He kisses there, softly mouthing along your pulse point. His hand goes to your jaw, his thumb pressing on the underside. He gently angles your head to give himself more room as he kisses and licks at you.

“Mhmm,” you moan, eyes fluttered shut as he lavishes your neck with affection.

Luffy unspools his arms from around you, snapping them back to their natural length. He grins, hands going to the hem of your shirt. He hesitates for one, two—then he pulls it off over your head. You’re left in a lacy bralette, and Luffy’s eyes go wide at the sight of you. You’re both new to this, this being alighted with sparks all over your skin, and you haven’t gone much farther than this.

Luffy’s hands trail up your waist, squeezing you. He leans down to press kisses along the swell of your breasts. He’s kissed you over your clothes, but never under. Nerves are on fire inside you.

“Luffy…I want more,” you say softly, your hands in his hair. He looks up at you with stars in his eyes.

“Yeah?” He asks, all excited, “What else do you want?” He’s so happy, so eager to please you. To explore and celebrate every last inch of you.

“I want you to touch me, here,” you take his hands to place them on your chest. He squeezes you, his lips parted.

“Can I—,” he swallows, “Can I take this off?” His voice tremors, just a bit. He’s usually so chaotic and carefree, but in moments like these he’s soft, gentle, unsure. He touches you like you’re a stray kitten.

You smile, and lift your bralette off over your head.

Luffy breaks out into a grin, whispering, “whoa…,” to himself as he reaches out to touch you. His hands are warm and rubbery. He kneads your flesh, his touch soft but firm. He squeezes you, snickering to himself as he enjoys feeling you up.

You tug at his vest, and he grins as he slides it off his shoulders. You trail your hands over his muscles: his arms, his abs, his pecs. You squeeze at his biceps and he flexes for you.

“Like it?” He asks with a smirk.

You give his rock hard bicep an appreciative smack. “Love it,” you laugh.

Luffy laughs with you, before switching your positions in an instant. He has you on your back now, hovering over you in bed. He spreads your legs with his thigh, before melting down on top of you. He kisses you fiercely, his tongue diving into your mouth. You moan around it, and Luffy grinds his hips into yours. You both thrust into each other, chasing that friction.

Luffy trails his hand down your center, groping you over your shorts. He fiddles with the button, whispering a quick, “Can I take these off?”

You’ve never gone this far with him before, and butterflies explode in your stomach. “Yes, I’m ready…,” you murmur.

“Okay, baby, we’re gonna go slow,” he mumbles into your neck, undoing the button of your shorts. He slides his hand inside, clumsily finding your clit through your underwear. He presses down hard and you gasp.

“Right there?” He asks.

You nod, “A little to the left.”

He adjusts, and you moan at his touch. Luffy sits up to tug your shorts and underwear off your legs. You’re left bare for him now, for the first time. Your blood is pumping hot inside you, filling your body with tingles. “Your turn,” you tug on the waistband of his jean shorts.

Luffy gets up from the bed to unbutton them and slide them down his legs. He’s hard already, his cock bouncing up to smack against his abdomen. Your mouth falls open. He’s huge.

“Luffy…,” you warn, your face burning, “Is that gonna fit?”

Luffy looks down at his cock, then back up at you. He’s got this shit eating grin on his face as he says, “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make it fit.”

Luffy climbs back on the bed, kneeling between your legs.

He takes your thighs in his hands and spreads them open. You try to close them, to hide from his hungry gaze, but he tuts and lightly smacks the inside of your thigh. “Lemme see.”

Luffy spreads your legs, eyes going wide at the sight of your pussy, wet and trembling just for him.

“Whoa,” he intones, jaw slack. You feel embarrassment rush through you, but Luffy wants to look. There’s no way you can deny him. “You’re so pretty down here. All wet n puffy.”

He takes his thumbs and strokes them over your major lips, spreading you open.

“Luffy!” You complain, but he doesn’t heed you. He just keeps stroking your pussy lips up and down, before experimentally swiping a finger through your folds. He lifts it up to his mouth to taste, eyes fluttering shut. “You taste good,” he mumbles, before an idea lights behind his eyes. He grins, and lays down on his stomach, his face between your thighs. “Want more.”

He laps at you, big ice cream licks over your pussy. He pokes his tongue inside and you gasp, which makes him groan in pleasure. You can see him humping the mattress as he eats you out.

Luffy sucks on you, finding your clit with his eager mouth. “Luffy!” You gasp, your hands flying to his hair. You pull on it, grinding against his tongue. Your body is moving on its own, chasing the pleasure Luffy is giving you. You didn’t know it would feel this good.

Luffy finds a rhythm, licking and kissing and sucking at you, until you’re a whimpering mess beneath him. He pops off you with a gasp, his lips and chin covered in you.

“Fuck,” you moan, twitching a little from the pleasure.

Luffy doesn’t give you time to rest, he’s sitting up to kneel between your legs, his hand on his cock as he guides it toward your entrance. “Ready f’me, baby?”

You’re breathing heavy, flushed from the pleasure and feeling a little buzzed. You’ve never had sex before, but it’s with Luffy. You want it to be Luffy. You nod.

“Wait, grab some lube first,” you squirm a little in place, not wanting it to hurt. Luffy reaches over to the bedside table drawer and pulls out a little blue bottle. He uncaps it to pour some in his palm, before sliding it over his cock. He fists himself for a moment, the shine of the lube glinting off his cock as his head falls back.

“Do you want me?” He whispers, peering down at you with one eye open. You can see the vulnerability there, and you want to wash it away forever. You sit up to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer to you. You lie back down with him over you, kissing all over the side of his face.

“Of course I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

Luffy melts against you, leaning down to kiss you proper. His arms are caging you in, his body pressed flush against you. You feel his hardness poking into your thigh.

“D’ya mean that?”

He mumbles the words as he kisses your neck. You moan, wrapping your arms around him tighter. You want to keep him safe.

“I mean it.”

Luffy hums, before reaching between you to line his cock up at your entrance. You both hiss as he pushes in, the sting intense and all consuming. You’ve had your own fingers before, some toys, but nothing compares to this. This stretched out, burning sensation that quickly melts into pure pleasure.

“Oh, Luffy~” you keen as he pushes deeper. Luffy is breathing heavy, bracing himself on his arms as he takes it slow.

“How’s that, baby girl?” His voice is raspy, barely restraining the need to take you fast and hard.

“It’s—ah—good,” you squeak, eyes squeezed shut as he fully seats himself inside you. You breathe in and out, your body slowly relaxing around him. “Faster now?”

Luffy groans, slowly pulling out of you to gently push back in. He massages your walls like that, the slow in and out burning hot inside you. “So tight f’me,” he grunts, starting to pick up the pace. He fucks you in measured strokes, neither too slow nor too fast, with just the right amount of pressure.

You wrap your limbs around him, keening in pleasure.

“Yeah, baby girl? Ya like what I’m doing to you?” He mumbles against your neck. He smooches there, once. His breath fans hot over your skin.

“Luffy…,” you whine, raking your hands through his hair. He lets out a breathy laugh against the side of your neck.

“That’s good, baby, say my name like that again,” he commands. His pelvis thrusts against yours particularly hard, driving himself deeper inside you.

“Luuffyyyyy,” you moan out, arching against him. Luffy speeds up, giggling a little at your reactions. He’s all flushed and panting, kissing your neck as he fucks you.

His hips snap into you, fucking you in earnest now. His cock drags deliciously against your plush walls, deeper and deeper until you’re writhing in his arms. Luffy presses himself against you, kissing you in missionary.

“Luffy—fuck, this feels so good,” you groan, eyes falling shut.

“Stop that,” Luffy commands, grabbing your jaw, “Eyes on me.”

Your eyes fly open, shocked at his tone. “Luffy?” you ask, cheeks squished in from where he’s holding you. Luffy’s face is dark, his expression predatory.

“You’re mine, princess,” he says, his nose brushing yours as he fucks you. He kisses your lips. You moan into it, your hands tightening in his hair.

His hips slam into yours, rocking your body higher on the bed. Luffy chases after you, thrusting as he grunts, “All. Fucking. Mine.”

You coo his name, all “Luuuffyyyy~” As you scrabble at his back. His rhythm is steady and powerful, and you start to feel something flutter in your core. “Luffy—ah, I’m close!” you say as spasms overtake you, your pleasure coming loose inside you as you orgasm around his cock.

“That’s it, baby, come for me,” Luffy growls in your ear as he fucks you through it. “Be a good girl and come on captain’s cock.”

You moan loudly at his words, his use of the title. He’s your captain, your best friend, and he’s here to keep you safe.

“M’close, sweetheart,” he pants, his face flushed, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you whimper. Luffy cackles in delight, at how fun this is, before he’s swiftly coming undone inside your cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—!” You cry out as you feel him fill you all up inside.

You tremble around him, sighing out in relief as Luffy deflates above you.

“Shit,” he lets out a throaty laugh. “Was that good, princess?”

“Mmhmmm,” you moan, squirming out from under him. Luffy tuts, and ropes an arm around you to keep you close.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He teases you, his voice low and scratchy.

“It’s hot,” you complain.

Luffy starts kissing your neck, unbothered. “It is hot, isn’t?” He murmurs against your skin.

“Luuffy~” You coo his name, and he finally relents. He turns over off the side of you, letting you breathe.

“That was fun,” he says, grinning. His face is flushed, his boyish features dusted a rosy pink as his eyes crinkle shut. “Can we do it again soon?”

“How soon?”

Luffy pounces on you again, “Right now!”

You gasp as he bounces against the bed, “M-maybe not right now!”

But Luffy is already kissing your neck, his hand trailing down your stomach to your clit. He swipes his fingerpads against it, making you cry out from the overstimulation.

Luffy tips you on your side so now you’re face down in the mattress. He kneels behind you, already swiping the head of his cock against your folds.

“Please, can I?”

You let out a moan in response, and Luffy snickers as he pushes in.

He fucks you again, your head spinning from pleasure. That’s how rounds two and three go, and by the end of it the room is steamy, you’re both panting, and you’re in dire need of opening a window.

Luffy pads up behind you as you stand at the porthole, breathing in the fresh, ocean air. He circles his arms around your waist, pressing into you from behind.

“I love you, y/n.”

You smile, leaning your head back against his shoulder. “I love you too.”

Luffy gives your hips a squeeze. “Let’s go get snacks.”

You giggle, “Yes, captain!”

Luffy hums as he smooches your temple. “I like the sound of that.”

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onepieceisreeeeaaalll · 2 days ago

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may I request another Luffy x fem reader please. Where Luffy is always picking up y/n like anywhere and everywhere they go (they aren’t dating or anything yet either) and he’s just always carrying her. Maybe even one day she’s wearing a skirt and so she freaks out when Luffy goes to grab her but Luffy holds her skirt down while carrying her. I don’t know I feel like it would be cute. Thank you!

Carried Away - Luffy x Fem!Reader

Hey! This was SO FUN to write! I spent too long trying to avoid it because I was overthinking, but it's been sitting in my drafts just haunting me. Here it is! Hope you like it!

Tags: SFW, use of y/n, platonic, pre-relationship, gunshot, Marine shenanigans

Check out my masterlist if you like stuff like this!

~1.7k

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Incident One - The Thousand Sunny, noon

“Luffy, you can't be serious.” Nami sighs.

The ship has been sailing a course towards - well, you can't remember. Nami's the one who handles the navigation, and quite honestly, you didn't hear where she said you'd be going. Something about the logpose, needing to restock - the usual. The point is that it's meant to be an easy journey.

So, everyone's a little surprised to see a random, abandoned dingy in the middle of the ocean. With a treasure chest in it, no less.

“Yeah - duh! We can't just leave that there!” Luffy whines, gesticulating his hands at Nami. “We're pirates - remember? That's treasure!”

“We don't know that, idiot!” Nami snaps, reaching a hand up to smack at Luffy's head. “It could be explosive, like that barrel was forever ago! Remember that?”

He's already barreling near the edge of the ship, though, eyes widen with excitement. You can't help but giggle at the energy he has.

“Aw, come on! Let me go over and take a look! I'll be real quick. Besides, what if it is treasure? Don't you want the money?”

Nami seems to pause at Luffy's comment. Everyone looks between her and Luffy, before she lets out a very long sigh. If you look closely enough, you're sure you can see berrie signs in her eyes.

“Fine. But seriously, only real quick. And bring someone along with you so you don't get stuck in the water. Like Zo-”

“Alright! Let's go!”

Your eyes widen the moment Luffy's arm snakes around your waist, rotating around it over and over again in rubbery fashion. You weren't even close to him, but for some reason, you're the one he's selected.

“Wait!” You screech, your hands grasping at his arm, but it's too late.

Laughing wildly, Luffy backs up, rearing his other arm before launching you against his side and sending you both over the edge of the Sunny.

“Luffy!” You scream, but the sound of the wind passing by is too loud in your ears. And so is Luffy's laugh.

You land on the dingy with a thud, your arms still grasping onto Luffy tightly. His arm retracts from the rotation around your waist, and while you breathe heavily to calm your racing heart, Luffy is already marching towards the treasure chest in the small space.

“What the-” You start, but Luffy's quick to wave you over.

“Nami said I needed someone to come with. Here, check this out with me!”

Your head aches, and all you can do is stare at him as a groan slips past your lips. Well, you can't argue with that logic.

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Incident Two - A Nearby Island, morning

Yesterday, that treasure chest proved to not have treasure itself, but some kind of treasure map. The crew was mixed. On the one hand, it seems like an obvious trap. On the other hand, money. Money won out.

Much to everyone's relief, the map has led to a nearby island. The one the crew was headed to, anyway, so it was really of no inconvenience. There's the opportunity to restock, to fix gear, to get a bite to eat. It's a much needed respite after the long journey everyone's just had, so why not add a treasure hunt?

No one is more excited about this than Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp.

“Treasure hunt!” They gleefully cheer, leading the charge down the gangplank.

The ship is docked off the shore, hidden away by large trees and surrounding cliff sides. So long as everyone is careful, there's no reason to believe there should be any danger.

You're gathering your things, sorting through them on the deck. Getting a free day with some berries in your pocket is rare enough as is. It'd be preferable to make the most of it. Maybe some new boots? Oh, or something to take up your free time! Knitting?

It’s while you're lost in your thought bubble that you feel something grab at you. Looking down, your wrist is clamped by - is that a hand? Attached to-

The rubber arm is long, outstretched from the bottom of the gang plank, and you let out a gasp as it reels you quickly away from where you're standing.

“Luffy!” You whine, as exasperated now as you were yesterday.

You're snapped to Luffy's side, pulled with such a force that your feet fly off the ground until you crash into his body. Luffy beams, moving his hands to straighten you up properly. You blow some hair from your face, jerking forcibly from his grasp. Even though he's strong, it seems to have taken him off-guard.

“Seriously, what was that for?!”

“Didn't want you to get left behind! We're treasure hunting!” Luffy grins.

“You can't just-!” You start to argue, but you're too flustered to really finish your statement. He's beaming at you too brightly, and that smile is too damn infectious.

With a sigh, you pull away, walking down the hill ahead of the group.

“I'm going clothes shopping!” You exclaim.

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Incident Three - Town, noon

This is getting out of hand. You're aware of how much Luffy likes to grab at the crew, throw them around, and it's no secret that he prefers it to finding another route to having people do as he says. Luffy's impatient. Impulsive. Reckless. It's grown on you, sure, but there's something about the way your stomach lurches every time you're tossed around that leaves you uneasy.

But you've planned for this. It was a decision made out of necessity, nothing more. A cute skirt purchased in town, too short to really significantly cover anything if you were moved around. Sure, Luffy is…well, Luffy, but he's still a guy. At the end of the day, there's no way he'd risk your modesty. Right? He could respect that.

That's the idea, anyway.

Your shopping trip has ended, and you're sporting your new skirt, holding a bag of clothes casually in one hand. It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining brightly on the town, birds are chirping, and there's an arm around your waist.

Wait.

Your eyes widen as you're pulled back forcefully, soaring several feet backwards into the air. A scream rips from your throat as you're pulled into Luffy's arms, and the rubber man is running with impressive speed through town. Your arms wrap around his neck tightly to hang on, and everything is whirring by so fast that you can't figure out what's happening immediately. All that you know is you're moving, you've lost your bag of clothes, and Luffy is the culprit.

“Hey, (Y/N), good thing I found ya! I lost Chopper and Usopp, but they'll catch up. We're gettin’ outta here!”

“Monkey D. Luffy, what the hell are you-?!”

Gunshots. You screech, scrambling as you shift in his arms. Luffy groans with mild irritation, adjusting his hold on you tightly as he sends an arm onto a nearby pole. He launches you both up, and you bury your face in his neck.

“Marines?! How did that happen?!” You exclaim, and your face turns red as your skirt flies up. An arm moves from his neck, quickly scrambling to pull the fabric down.

“Oh - yeah! Turns out that treasure map was left by them! Funny, right?”

“Funny?!”

"Well, kinda." He shrugs, before turning his head out to the Marines. "Stupid jerks! We wanted our treasure!"

"There's Straw Hat!" A Marine yells, followed by several loud bangs from their guns.

You gasp as he jumps between buildings, and bullets are ricocheting off of stone structures you both pass, nearly grazing you. You're pretty sure some hit Luffy, bouncing off of his rubber legs and sending them off every which way. But your skirt keeps threatening to creep up, and you're not sure how tightly you can hang onto him with just one arm. Luffy can feel you bouncing in his grasp, and he glances down at you with a look.

“What's wrong? Put both arms around me or you're gonna fall!”

“I can't, my skirt!” You whine. “I'm gonna flash everyone!”

“Hm?” Luffy tilts his head, furrowing his brows as he looks down at your lap. Noticing your hand pinning your skirt down, he doesn't think twice. He reaches to grab your hand, pulling it around his neck.

“Luffy!”

“Stop whining, just hold on!” Luffy groans, and one of his hands moves to the fabric of your skirt before it can fly up any further. He holds it down, one hand on your skirt and the other wrapped around you tightly.

Your face flushes, and you gasp as he jumps from the roof of a building down to a tree, and then to the ground. You jostle with every move, but your arms have secured you to his body. You're safely nestled against him, and you don't think twice about moving.

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Incident Four - The Thousand Sunny, evening

The ship lurches as it lands in the ocean far from the island the crew was on. You all let out a collective sigh of relief as the sails carry you far, far away from that Marine trap. By the time you and Luffy had arrived on the ship earlier, everyone else had barely made it, and Franky had already loaded up the cola to coup de burst the crew to safety.

It's only now, in the aftermath of the fight, that Luffy's grasp on you loosens. He had been too caught up in punching and tossing Marines away to even think about letting you go. Your feet touch the deck carefully, and Luffy's rubber limbs retract as they snap back into place.

Your hands immediately move to straighten out your skirt, and you hear a huff from your Captain beside you. Glancing up, you take notice of the way he adjusts his hat, looking at you with a tilted head and a confused expression.

“Why're you wearin’ somethin’ like that, anyway? Makes it harder to fight, right?” He asks, and his tone is genuinely dumbfounded.

Your face flushes, and words die in your throat. What explanation is there? I didn't want you to toss me around? Clearly, that didn't work, and it feels a little embarrassing to say as much. You're not sure why, but telling Luffy you bought a skirt because of him feels weird. So, you clear your throat, leaning back against the railing of the ship behind you.

“Oh, um…just thought it was cute.” You lie, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “I didn't think we'd be running from Marines today.”

Luffy's quiet for a moment, and his eyes flicker to your skirt only briefly. He still looks dumbfounded.

“Huh. M'kay. Just don't complain when I grab ya next time that your skirt’s goin’ up.” He responds with a grin, a playful chuckle sounding from his chest.

This son of a-

"Sanjiiii! I'm hungry! Whadda ya got?” Luffy exclaims, turning away from you decisively.

“Can it, Luffy, we just got out of port! I need to unload the groceries!” Sanji shouts from across the deck.

Even though you're still annoyed, and your skirt is still riding up, you find yourself laughing. Maybe the Captain grabbing you for adventures isn't the worst thing in the world.

#one piece #op #luffy #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d luffy fluff #luffy fluff #luffy x reader fluff #nami #cat burglar nami #sanji #black leg sanji #one piece fanfiction #op fanfiction

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romerona · 2 days ago

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All Y/N ever wanted to do was sing her songs and be free. Yet somehow, after offering to pay for the meal of a certain boy in a straw hat she finds herself causing havoc through the East Blue.

Masterlist - Next.

Trigger warning: violence, death, abuse, trauma. Word count: 10K

A/N: The only thing I will be describing about Y/N is her hair colour. Everything else you can imagine her as you wish.

Disclaimer: The songs I will be using in this fic aren't mine bc I have 0 creativity. I'm sorry.

"Easy. Easy!"

Nami, Luffy, Usopp, and Y/N struggled to carry Zoro’s unconscious, bloodied body onto the Going Merry. The swordsman was dead weight—his usual strength now replaced by alarming stillness, and every step felt like a race against time.

"Easy!" Nami huffs.

Y/N pushed the galley door open with her shoulder and all but shoved everything off the kitchen island in one sweep, “Put him here! Try not to drop him, Usopp!”

"I didn’t,” Usopp grunted, his arms trembling under the weight as they carefully maneuvered Zoro onto the cleared surface. “He’s really heavy. I mean, he’s got a really big head. It’s, like, freakishly big.”

Y/N barely acknowledged the comment, but it is already working fast. She grabbed a paring knife and cut away Zoro’s blood-soaked shirt, revealing a gash that made her stomach turn. Her hands hovered above his chest for a moment—uncertain where to even begin—before she snapped herself into motion again.

Nami dashed off to grab a towel, muttering something under her breath."What does that have to do with anything?"

Y/N barely registered Luffy’s voice as he leaned in closer to Zoro, his usual bright tone now hushed and trembling. “Zoro? Hey, can you hear me?”

Nami, quick on her feet, folded a towel and slipped it under Zoro’s head to cushion it against the hard surface of the table. The gesture was careful, almost tender.

Cabinets slammed open and shut behind her as Usopp darted from one corner of the kitchen to the other. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

“These are all I could find!” Usopp returned a moment later, arms full of half-clean towels, a bottle of who-knew-what, and a cracked tin of bandages. He dumped it all onto the table in front of them. “Where’s he bleeding from?”

“Everywhere,” Y/N grabbed a towel and rushed to the basin. The faucet sputtered before water finally flowed, and she soaked the cloth as fast as she could, squeezing it once before darting back.

Usopp moved to her side and helped with the water, his eyes wide, his hands twitchy. “We need more towels.”

“No,” Nami said, shaking her head. “We need a doctor.”

“Well, last I checked, we don’t have one!” Usopp snapped, his voice a little too loud in the tight space.

“There’s got to be someone at the Baratie who can help,” Y/N said quickly, voice taut as a bowstring as she cleaned the blood away. Her hands were slightly shaking now. Zoro didn’t even flinch—he was just still. Too still.

“Luffy?” Nami called out, glancing over her shoulder toward the boy captain. Her voice was sharper now, cutting through the tension like a blade. “Luffy! Someone needs to go back to Baratie!”

He blinked, clearly struggling to pull himself from the sight of Zoro—so still, so bloodied. “Um… I’m really not hungry right now, Nami.”

Y/N’s jaw tensed as she pressed a towel harder against a wound, eyes flicking toward him. She got it—truly. Shock did strange things to people. The first time she saw someone bleed like this, she’d panicked too, but there came a point when fear had to give way to action, and they were well past that point.

She didn’t say anything, just pursed her lips and forced herself to stay calm, even as her hands trembled from the pressure she was applying.

Nami, however, had no patience left. She nearly growled in frustration. “Not for food! Maybe one of the customers is a ship’s doctor!”

“Right,” Luffy said, blinking again as if he was trying to reboot his brain. “A doctor.”

It wasn’t much, but something clicked behind his eyes—some return to clarity. And though he still moved like he was walking through water, he turned and began to head for the galley door. “We need a doctor.”

Y/N pressed a fresh towel to it, her hands slick with blood, jaw tight with focus. She could feel the pulsing heat of it, the way the bleeding refused to stop. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the cup of water Usopp had just filled, dipping another cloth in it, trying to clean around the wound without making things worse.

"Keep that one there," she said to Nami, nodding to the towel near Zoro’s collarbone. "Firm, steady pressure. Don't lift it."

Nami nodded wordlessly, her own hands red to the wrists, her forehead glistening with sweat. She had seen plenty of danger in her time, but this—watching someone she knew bleed out in front of her—this was different.

“I—I don’t know what to do,” Usopp stammered, backing away from the table like the blood might leap at him. “Is he gonna die? He’s gonna die, isn’t he?”

“He’s not going to die,” she said firmly, though her stomach twisted at the lie. “Not if we keep him breathing."

She leaned in, eyes scanning the torn flesh. It was deep—deeper than anything she’d ever tried to fix. And so clean, too, like it had been carved with surgical precision.

“He needs stitches,” Y/N murmured, more to herself than anyone else. The words hung there, cold and impossible. She wasn’t a doctor. She’d done a few messy patches in back alleys before, helped close up a wound or two with trembling hands and borrowed thread—but nothing like this.

Nami glanced over, her hands still pressed down on a towel rapidly turning scarlet. “Can you do it?”

“I... I don't know, I don’t think we have a needle that’s strong enough,” she said, eyes darting across the kitchen. “Or thread thick enough to hold skin.”

“There’s gotta be something,” Nami said, her voice clipped and panicked. “You said you’ve done this before—can’t you just—just improvise?”

“I am improvising,” Y/N snapped, voice sharper than she meant, her hands shaking ever so slightly as she gripped the make-do supplies. “Gods, where is Luf—”

The galley door slammed open.

Speak of the devil.

Luffy burst in—and behind him, to Y/N’s utter confusion, came the blond, sharply dressed waiter who’d flirted with anything that moved, and the rough, one-legged chef who had dragged Luffy to the kitchens the night before.

“What the—?” Y/N blinked, thrown completely.

“Are you kidding?” Nami snapped at Luffy, “He needs a doctor!”

“Do you wanna save your swordsman friend or not?” the wooden-legged chef snapped, already brushing past them without waiting for permission.

Y/N and Nami instinctively moved aside, letting the man work, though their hands hovered like they were ready to jump back in at any second. The chef—Zeff, if Y/N remembered right—tossed off the bloody towels and assessed the wound with a cool, calculating look, like he’d seen worse and fixed worse.

Sanji—yes, that was the waiter’s name—set down an armful of supplies beside him. Y/N caught the glint of steel—actual knives, proper scissors, a big curved needle, spools of dark thread.

And... a yellowtail fish.

Y/N blinked. She looked at the fish. Then at them. Then back at the fish.

Was that part of the plan?

Before she could ask, there was the distinct pop of a bottle opening.

“Is that to sterilize the wounds?” Usopp asked, hope flickering in his voice.

“Hell, no,” said Zeff, already lifting it to his mouth. “That’d be a waste of really good liquor.”

He took a long swig, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and gave Zoro a look like he was sizing up a slab of meat he was about to butcher—or save.

Y/N, hands still stained red and jaw clenched, stared at the scene unfolding in front of her. It wasn’t what she expected. Not even close.

“Beautiful,” Zeff murmured—not to Zoro, but to the fish—as he began slicing it with the kind of practiced ease only a lifetime in a kitchen could give. His knife moved like it was part of his hand, clean and precise. In moments, he was separating the skin from the flesh and setting it gently on a clean plate like it was a delicacy.

Y/N’s eyes widened—then narrowed with realization. Her doubts vanished in an instant. She knew exactly what he was about to do.

“Needle,” Zeff said, holding out his hand without looking.

Sanji passed it over without a word, the sharp arc of it gleaming under the light.

Y/N, Luffy, and Nami stood frozen, watching in stunned silence as the old chef leaned in and began stitching Zoro’s gash. His movements were swift but careful, efficient without cruelty. Each pass of the needle tugged skin back together, layer by layer, until the worst of the wound was closed.

Then, with the same steady hands, Zeff lifted the prepared fish skin and began laying it over the wound like a graft.

“Why are you putting that on him?” Usopp asked, his voice cracking slightly from the back of the room.

Before Zeff could open his mouth to explain, Y/N answered—without even realizing it at first.

Usopp leaned in, his voice tight and uncertain. “Why are you putting that… on him?”

Before Zeff could answer, Y/N spoke.

She didn’t mean to. It slipped out, too fast, too natural, like it was instinct.

“It helps the skin regenerate faster,” she said, eyes still fixed on the wound. “It’s one of the only things that can bond quickly to broken skin, it's quicker than cloth. Holds moisture. It—heals better.”

Usopp blinked. “...How do you know that?”

Y/N didn’t look at him. She forced a shrug, trying to keep her voice level. “Read it in a book.”

Zeff, for his part, didn’t question it. He just kept working, wrapping another piece of the fish skin gently across Zoro’s side.

“You’ve got good instincts, girl,” he muttered without looking at her.

Y/N didn’t respond. She just stared at Zoro, willing his chest to rise a little more steadily, for the color to return to his lips. Willing something in him to fight back. To stay.

“He’s gonna be okay,” she whispered, more a plea than a promise.

Zeff wiped his hands on a towel, the tension in the room thick as the blood drying on the floor.

“Look, I’m not gonna lie to you,” he said, glancing at the table and then back at them. “He’s lost a lot of blood. It might be too late for him.”

Y/N’s breath caught. Her stomach felt like it dropped through the wooden boards beneath her feet. She stared harder at Zoro, as if glaring at the Reaper himself, refusing to let go.

“But it might not be,” Luffy chimed in quietly from behind her, voice soft but the hope unwavering.

And damn it, Y/N was grateful for that hope. For Luffy’s impossible, stubborn faith—because right now, hers was cracking.

Zeff gave a short nod, his gruff voice cutting through the air again. “He’s got one foot in each world right now, caught between life and death. You have to find a way to keep him tethered to our world.”

Y/N furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”

“Talk to him,” Zeff said simply. “Tell him stories. Remind him who he is. Sing him sea shanties for all I care. Anything to keep his mind from drifting too far. He may not reply, but at least he’ll know his crew are still with him."

Y/N looked back down at Zoro, her fingers brushing lightly against his wrist—barely a pulse. His face was pale, features drawn like stone. He looked like he was already gone.

But he wasn’t, not yet.

She bit her lip, hard, then slid a stool over, sitting beside the island. Her hand settled on his, gentle but firm.

“Tether him,” she whispered under her breath.

They could do that. So they did.

Once Zeff finished stitching w,rapping Zoro’s wounds and confirmed Zoro was stable for now, the crew moved him with painstaking care to Nami’s room—she insisted, saying it was the closest to the kitchen and had the softest bedding. No one argued. No one had the energy.

Hours passed. Then a full day. Time bent strangely around the ship, caught in a hush of half-whispers, shallow breathing, and the occasional creak of wood and waves. The Going Merry floated as if in mourning, the air thick with waiting.

They hardly left his side.

Luffy, least of all. He sat beside Zoro’s bed with his hat in his lap and a look in his eyes Y/N hadn’t seen before—not even during fights or storms.

Nami kept vigil at night, curling up in the corner with a blanket and glaring at anyone who tried to make her leave. Usopp tried to stay brave, but often hovered outside the door like he couldn’t bring himself to go in for too long.

And Y/N?

She moved around them all like clockwork. Quiet, constant, present. She made sure Zoro’s bandages stayed clean, that everyone ate something—even if it was just bread or tea. When Luffy refused to budge for nearly a day, she dragged him to the shower herself.

“Five minutes,” she told him sternly. “Or I’m coming in after you.”

He obeyed—reluctantly.

The ship felt like it was caught in a kind of time spell. No one trained. No one joked. The sun rose and set outside, but within the Merry, everything held its breath.

So Y/N did the one thing no one else had the energy for—she went to the Baratie to buy some food. Someone had to.

She tied her hair up and rolled her sleeves, smoothing her patched shawl over her shoulders as she stepped off the Merry and onto the Baratie. The floating restaurant gleamed in the late afternoon light, all polished wood and stained glass, like a ship that belonged more in dreams than on the sea.

She walked through the entrance with quiet purpose, heels tapping against fine tile as chandeliers sparkled above her. Tables lined the open floor, each one covered in crisp white cloth, polished silverware, and plates too delicate for the kind of storm churning in her chest.

Y/N was halfway through scanning the menu at a corner table (which she had to bribe the host for) when a familiar voice floated in with the same buttery smoothness he probably used for every woman who walked in.

“Now that’s a view I wouldn’t mind plating up.”

Sanji emerged from the kitchen a second later, sharp in black and white, sleeves rolled up, towel draped across his shoulder, and that ever-present flirt in his eyes.

“Back already, Mon chérie?” he asked, sliding up beside her table like he belonged there. “Let me guess—you missed me.”

Y/N didn’t look up right away. She calmly flipped the menu closed and rested her chin in her hand, casting him a sideways glance.

“Missed you?” she echoed, voice lilting, “What a bold assumption. I only came back because I heard the fish were fresher today.”

Sanji clutched at his chest dramatically. “You wound me.”

“That’s funny,” she said, smiling sweetly. “Most men don’t realize they’ve been wounded until it’s far too late, loverboy.”

His grin flickered, just for a second—like he couldn’t decide if he was being flirted with or threatened but he liked it either way.

“Well, if you’re here for food, allow me to make a personal recommendation—anything cooked by these hands is practically a love letter.”

“I prefer my love letters spelled correctly and not dripping in butter,” she replied, crossing one leg over the other, eyes gleaming. “Though the butter’s tempting.”

Sanji gave a low laugh, clearly enjoying the banter more than he probably should’ve. “Mon chérie, you're either trying to seduce me or destroy me.”

“Can’t it be both?” she asked, resting her chin in her hand again. “Anyway, I'm not here to banter—much as you seem to crave it. I’m here for the others. Thought I’d try and cheer everyone up before the brooding officially becomes contagious.”

Sanji hums, brushing his flour-dusted hands against his apron. “Your friend still hasn’t opened his eyes?”

Y/N’s smile faltered just a touch. “Not yet.”

There was a beat of silence before she added, "Luffy’s hardly eaten a bite, which I’m pretty sure breaks at least three laws of nature. Everyone else is just... stuck. You ever see a ship caught in still water?”

He nodded, the smile slipping just a little.

“I figured I’d bring something back,” she continued. “Something warm. Something familiar. Food’s the best medicine we’ve got right now.”

Sanji gave a low, appreciative whistle. “Charming and wise. A girl after my own heart."

She rolled her eyes with a soft chuckle. “Flatter me all you want, but I’m only buying what I can carry. Just a few things. Enough for comfort food. Warm rice, some fish and sauce, maybe fruit? I know Nami likes them—figured it might cheer her up a bit.”

Sanji didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he studied her for a beat—long enough that Y/N felt a flicker of discomfort under the weight of his gaze. It wasn’t the usual kind of look men gave her. There was no teasing grin, no swooning tilt of the head. Just... observation. Like he was trying to read something between her words, between her smile.

“You really care for them, don’t you?” he asked quietly.

Y/N blinked, caught off guard.

“I… well, I do,” she said, tone lighter than her pulse. “Been traveling with them for some time now. Would be weird if I didn’t.”

It was the truth, mostly. Or at least, the part she was allowed to say.

She’d grown used to Luffy’s chaos, to Nami’s sharp eyes and thong, to Usopp’s, tho only knowing him for a few days, tall tales and Zoro’s quiet strength. Somewhere along the way, it had stopped being just survival and started to feel like… something more. Something closer.

But admitting that? Saying it out loud? That was a different kind of exposure, it had been a long while since she had last felt this way... actually it was since she had roamed with Tallen and the other sirens.

Sanji’s expression softened, the flirtation dimming into something quieter. Then he nodded, like he’d come to some personal conclusion.

“Let me cook for you.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

He gestured toward the kitchen with a dramatic little flourish, towel flicking like a stage curtain. “I'm sure in an hour or so we will have some ingredients we won't use, I can whip something up—real food, comfort food. For you. For your crew.”

She tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes—not suspicious, just trying to keep up. “That’s generous of you, but no, I couldn't you and Zeff have done enough already.”

“Please,” he scoffed, but the smirk was softer now. “You think I can just stand by knowing there’s a crew full of hungry, miserable people floating outside my restaurant? That your captain hasn’t eaten? I couldn't live with myself."

Y/N hesitated, arms crossed loosely. She wasn’t used to people offering to help without a price. Without a reason. Without her having to ask. But then she thought of Luffy, hunched over the bed like a statue. Nami’s clenched jaw. Usopp’s worried pacing. The way Zoro looked was far too still.

“Also,” Sanji added, tapping his chin thoughtfully, “I was hoping if I fed you all well enough, maybe you’d smile at me like that again.”

She scoffed—but she was already smiling. “You’re bloody relentless.”

“Determine,” he corrected with a wink. “And a damn good cook. Let me do what I’m best at.”

“Careful,” she said, lips curling into a wry smile. “You keep saying stuff like that, and I might actually start trusting you.”

Sanji gave a low, satisfied laugh. “Then I’ll make sure dinner lives up to it.”

She let out a breath, considering. Her instincts—usually guarded, protective—didn’t flare with danger. Not with him. He was a flirt, sure, but something about him told her he meant it. Not the compliments. Not the show. This. The cooking. The feeding. The giving.

“…Fine,” she said at last, exhaling as she stood. “If you insist—but nothing fancy.”

Sanji pressed a hand to his chest, mock-offended. “You wound me. My least fancy dish still brings tears to grown men’s eyes.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at her lips and said playfully. “If I see one pansy on the plate, I’m tossing you into the sea.”

“If it’s you doing the tossing, I might just let it happen.” said the blonde.

She rolled her eyes and walked toward the door. “Bring the food, cook. Then you can flirt.”

“Deal,” he called after her. “Just don’t fall for me before dessert!”

Y/N smirked to herself as she walks

Not likely, she thought but she had to admit—it was kind of nice having someone else carry the pot for once.

Hours later, the kitchen on the Going Merry was filled with steam, warmth, and for the first time in days, smell like some real food.

Y/N worked beside Sanji, shoulders brushing from time to time in the cramped space as they shaped rice balls together. The rice stuck to her fingers, no matter how many times she dipped her hands in water, but the act of pressing it together was strangely comforting. She didn’t even mind when Sanji gently corrected her technique—for the third time—with a little smirk and a too-charming, “Not bad, but watch your thumb.”

They’d kept it simple: warm rice, salted fish, a bit of seaweed.

Y/N placed the finished rice balls in a plate and dusted her hands off with a sigh. “I’ll take these to Nami. She’s been sitting with him all morning.”

Sanji didn’t look up from where he was slicing vegetables for the next dish. “Tell her there’s more coming. Some garlic fish.”

She smiled slightly. “Thanks, loverboy.”

He gave her a mock bow. “Always a pleasure to serve you, ma chérie.”

She slipped out of the kitchen and padded down the hall, knocking lightly on Usopp’s door.

“It’s food time,” she called gently. “Real food. Not crackers and bread.”

A muffled reply came through, something like, “Coming!”, followed by the sound of something clattering to the floor. She smiled to herself and kept moving.

As she turned the corner, she nearly bumped into Luffy.

He stood in the hallway, Zoro’s swords carefully tucked under one arm, a rag in his other hand. There was a smudge on his cheek and a familiar glint in his eyes—not quite as bright as usual, but still very much Luffy.

“Stud, here you are,” she said gently.

He looked up, blinking at the sight of her—and more importantly, the rice balls.

“You made food?” he asked, eyes lighting up but not like before.

“Sanji did most of it,” she said with a little shrug. “He’s got something going in there. Rice balls, fish. Smells like heaven. "she then nudge at the swrods. "Zoro's sword?"

He held up one of Zoro’s swords like it was made of glass. “I was gonna clean ‘em before he wakes up. So they’re shiny. You think he’ll like that?”

Y/N paused, then smiled. “Yeah. I think he’ll like that a lot, but go eat before Ussop ravished it all."

Luffy grinned and nodded once before heading off, humming softly under his breath as he went.

Y/N watched him for a moment, then turned and made her way toward Nami’s room, the plate of rice balls still warm in her hands and the scent of comfort trailing behind her like a quiet promise.

Y/N watched Luffy disappear down the corridor, humming with Zoro’s swords tucked protectively under his arm, before she turned and continued toward Nami’s room. The plate of rice balls was still warm in her hands, the scent of seaweed and vinegar rice rising gently with every step.

She paused at the door and knocked softly.

“Hey, pumpkin,” she called with a teasing lilt, “brought you some food.”

She pushed the door open gently and stepped inside.

Nami looked up from her seat by the bed, a worn book resting open in her lap. She was reading aloud—softly, steadily—to Zoro, whose chest rose and fell in shallow, sleeping breaths. His face looked a little less pale now. Less ghost-like.

Nami offered a tired smile, her eyes rimmed with exhaustion but softer than they’d been earlier. “You made rice balls?”

“Sanji did,” Y/N said, stepping in. “I supervised. Threatened him a little. Standard stuff.”

She set the plate down gently on the bedside table, close enough for Nami to reach but far enough not to disturb the quiet.

Nami gave a breathy laugh. “Sounds like you.”

Y/N shifted a little closer to the bed, and she reached out and brushed a few strands of hair off his forehead. His skin was still warm, slightly clammy, but the color was better than the day before.

“Any difference?” Y/N asked softly, her voice just above a whisper as her fingers brushed gently away a stray lock of green hair from Zoro’s forehead.

“Still out,” Nami murmured, her lips pursed, eyes locked on him like she could will him back with enough focus alone. She didn't say much—but she didn’t have to. Y/N knew that look, that stillness. She’d worn it herself too many times before. “But… I think his color’s better. I’ve been reading to him. Thought maybe hearing our voices might help.”

Y/N nodded slowly, glancing at the book resting open on Nami’s lap. The pages were worn, sea-softened at the corners.

“What is it?” she asked gently.

Nami gave a little shrug. “Just a storybook I found.”

Y/N let out a quiet breath and lowered herself into the empty chair beside her, taking a rice ball. “Well, go on then, pumpkin. Don’t stop on my account.”

Nami hesitated for a moment, then looked down at the page and picked up where she left off.

“In a certain country, in the northern seas, there was an explorer named Mont Blanc Noland.”

Her voice softened with rhythm, almost like a lullaby.

“His stories were always grand adventures that sounded like lies.”

“Noland told his king he found a city of gold, but when the king went to claim the treasure, the city was gone, and most of the king’s soldiers perished on the journey.”

Y/N leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand, watching both Nami and Zoro in turn. The story washed over the room, strange and sad and oddly fitting.

“Noland was sentenced to death,” Nami continued, more quietly now, “but he continued to lie to his king, insisting the city of gold sank into the sea.”

A pause.

“And… even though nobody believed him, he never stopped lying until he was dead.”

The room settled into a heavy silence. Nami stared down at the page, and Y/N opened her mouth—maybe to shift the mood, maybe to say something thoughtful—but someone beat her to it.

“Poor guy," came Luffy’s voice from the doorway. "Can you imagine that? Losing a whole city of gold? ”

Y/N tensed slightly. She hadn’t even realized he was there, leaning against the doorframe. His voice was light, casual.

Nami didn’t even look up. “I don’t think that was the point of the story.”

“Stories can have different points,” Luffy said as he stepped into the room. “I mean… why did the king have to kill him?”

“Sometimes,” Nami said, her tone tight, like she was holding something back and failing, "when you’re in charge, you have to make the tough decisions.”

There it was—that cold edge. Passive-aggressive, laced with hurt, and barely disguised under the thinnest veil of civility.

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, then rubbed her temples.

Here it comes.

Luffy let out a quiet laugh, though Y/N heard no humor in it. Just that same, strange heaviness that had crept into him over the past few days. “Why does everybody keep saying that?”

“Because you could’ve saved Zoro.” Nami stood, finally turning to face him. Her voice wasn’t raised, but it struck like a whip.

Y/N sat up straighter, already feeling a headache blooming behind her eyes.

“Can we please not—” she started, trying to cut in, to soothe the sparks before they turned into something worse.

But Nami wasn’t finished.

“Zoro didn’t have to fight Mihawk. But he let it happen.” She looked at Luffy, eyes sharp and angry. “You let it happen. Why didn’t you stop him?”

Luffy looked at her and for once, he didn’t smile. "I didn’t think he was going to lose."

Nami stared at him, disbelief washing over her features like a rising tide. “You could’ve tried to change his mind.”

“I would never do that,” Luffy said simply.

“So you’d rather see him like this?” Her voice cracked, thick with anger and something sharper beneath it—fear. “He might die, Luffy.”

That word settled in the air like smoke.

Die.

Y/N shifted where she sat, her hands curling slightly on her lap. The thought alone made her stomach twist into a knot. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes flicked back to Zoro, still and pale beneath the blankets, and she swallowed hard.

“And I’d do anything to save him,” Luffy continued, softer now, but with no less conviction. “Anything. Except stands in the way of his dream.”

Nami let out a bitter, shaky breath. “We all have dreams, but we outgrow them.”

Luffy’s head tilted, and for a moment, he just looked at her. Like he was trying to understand something impossible.

“Is that really what you think?” he asked. “Don’t you have a dream?”

There was a pause, and this time—Nami was the one who seemed to be dismisive.

“Yeah,” she said flatly. “Right now, it’s for Zoro to not die in my bed.”

“But isn’t there something that you want?” Luffy asked with that wide-eyed honesty only he seemed to carry. “Something more. More than anything else in this world?”

Y/N’s eyes drifted toward Nami. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak right away. But Y/N saw it—the flicker. The way her jaw tensed, how her fingers curled just slightly at her sides. She was thinking of something, maybe about someone. That question had struck something deeper than either of them probably realized.

Nami kept her gaze on Luffy, but Y/N saw the moment her guard wavered.

The silence stretched between them and then—softly, bitterly—Nami said, “Not everyone gets to follow their dreams.”

And then, without another word, she turned and walked out the door. Y/N didn’t try to stop her.

Y/N stayed where she was, eyes flicking between the door and Luffy, who stood now in the middle of the room staring at where the orange-haired girl was. He looked like he’d been struck, not quite hurt, but confused. As if he couldn’t even imagine a world where dreams didn’t get to come true.

Y/N rose slowly, folding her arms loosely over her chest.

“She didn’t mean that the way it sounded,” she said gently.

Luffy didn’t reply at first.

His fingers twitched at his sides.

“She’s scared,” Y/N continued. “That’s all. And when people are scared, they start burying their dreams. Pretend they never had them.”

“She shouldn’t have to pretend,” Luffy said, staring down at the floor. “Nobody should.”

Y/N tilted her head slightly, watching him.

“You’re not wrong,” she said. “But… it’s easier to forget about your dreams when you’re afraid they’ll never come true.”

He looked at her then, and for the first time since this started, he looked tired. Not defeated. Not broken. Just... human.

Y/N offered a small smile, soft around the edges. “You didn’t let him down, stud.”

“Feels like I did,” Luffy said, his voice barely above a murmur.

“Well,” she replied gently, “when he wakes up, I’m sure he’ll be glad you let him choose—just like he was before.” She glanced toward the bed, her voice softening. “Besides, I hardly think we could’ve stopped him even if we tried.”

A small chuckle escaped Luffy—not his usual boisterous laugh, but a tired, real one. He stepped forward and sat at the foot of the bed without saying anything more.

Y/N moved slowly, settling into the chair beside Zoro again. She smoothed the edge of the blanket, brushing her fingers lightly against his hand. The tension in the room had dulled now, quieter. More fragile.

She let out a long, slow breath, then leaned forward just a little.

“You remember that lullaby I said I’d write for you, hotshot?” she murmured. “Well… I never got around to finishing it, so you’re gonna have to deal with a half-sung, half-hummed version.”

She exhaled softly, then let the melody rise, slow and low—more hum than words at first. The kind of tune that came from the sea.

She sat up a little straighter, voice still soft, but this time there was rhythm in it—a steady beat like the echo of boots on a ship’s deck, like the clash of steel. A heartbeat in song.

Three swords, one goal, and a promise made—

Eyes like fire, never once afraid. Steel sings loud where silence falls,

And even blood can’t drown your calls.

Luffy blinked beside her, listening now with a grin slowly returning to his face.

He trains at dawn, he sleeps on deck,

He drinks like six and still don’t wreck,

He never runs, he never begs,

He’d fight a god with broken legs.

She tossed Luffy a grin, and he grinned right back, "That one was good."

Y/N turned back to Zoro, the smile softening, though the tone stayed light.

You’re too damn tough for death to take,

Too stubborn for your soul to break,

So wake up now, or don’t complain,

When I write this song and steal your fame.

Luffy gave a dramatic little clap, clearly delighted.

Y/N gave Zoro’s arm a gentle pat. “There. I immortalized your stubborn ass in song. That means you have to wake up now. Can’t have people thinking I wrote it for someone else.”

They both turned back to Zoro. Still breathing and still fighting—somehow.

Usopp slipped into the room.

“How’s he doing?” he asked, voice low but laced with hope.

Luffy, who’d been quietly staring at Zoro—eyes wide open, not sad, not smiling, just waiting—answered without turning. “He hasn’t said a word. Not even when Y/N sang to him.”

Y/N arched a brow from her seat, a grin already tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Rather rude of him, right?”

Usopp chuckled, then nudged Luffy lightly. “Maybe you should talk to him, too.”

Luffy frowned. “What would I even say?”

Usopp shrugged. “Whatever pops in your head. Just… speak from the gut.”

“My gut hasn’t been so great lately,” Luffy replied, light in tone but heavy in truth.

Y/N smiled softly but didn’t speak. She was still sitting nearby, legs curled up beneath her, watching with that quiet kind of knowing she always carried when emotions ran too high for everyone else.

“At least he’ll know it’s you,” Usopp said, a little gentler now. “What do you got to lose?”

Luffy paused, staring at Zoro like he was trying to have a conversation without saying anything at all.

Then he slapped the wood of the bed, suddenly animated. “Hey, Zoro. What’s up?”

Y/N blinked, her grin returning instantly. Luffy’s sincerity was always… Luffy-shaped. Clumsy, honest, and somehow perfect.

“I just wanted to tell you that…” he paused, scratched the back of his head. “Okay, wait—let me start over. I’m just gonna… Hi, Zoro. Hi. You know, it’s—”

“Luffy!”

Nami’s voice rang sharp from the kitchen, slicing through the stillness of the ship like a whipcrack. It echoed off the wooden walls, sharp enough to snap them all to attention.

All three of them turned toward the door at once—Y/N, Luffy, and Usopp—frozen for half a heartbeat.

Then it came again, louder. More urgent.

“Luffy!”

There was no mistaking it now; something was wrong.

All at once, they moved—Luffy leading the charge, feet pounding against the floorboards. Usopp scrambled after him, dropping what was left of his rice ball. Y/N was right behind them, her pulse suddenly thudding in her ears, one hand lifting her skirt just enough to sprint.

They reached the galley just as Nami turned from the counter, her eyes wide, "The Arlong Pirates are at Baratie. We have to leave now."

Y/N froze in the doorway. The name hit her ears like a stone dropping into deep water.

The Arlong Pirates… They did sound familiar—but from where?

“What? Why?” Luffy frowned, stepping further into the room. “Why should we leave?”

“Because they’re looking for you,” Nami snapped, eyes locking onto him.

Luffy points at himself, “Me?”

“And the map,” she added, her voice tight. “Those fishmen will tear this place apart if Zeff doesn’t turn you over.”

Fishmen.

The word dropped into Y/N’s stomach like a weight.

Her breath hitched ever so slightly. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt before she could stop them.

Oh… fishmen.

“Where are you going?”

Usopp’s voice cut through the tension, snapping Y/N out of her thoughts. She turned just in time to see Sanji striding toward the door, jaw tight.

“If Baratie’s in danger,” Sanji said stopping, “I need to be there.”

“I’m coming with you,” Luffy added without hesitation, already stepping forward.

“Did you not hear what I just said?” Nami snapped, barely keeping her frustration from boiling over. “They are hunting you. We need to run.”

“I’m with Nami on this one,” Usopp said quickly, raising a hand like a white flag. “I’m really not trying to ruffle any feathers… or scales…”

Y/N shift on her feet, "Luffy, let's just think for a second--"

“I’m not running,” Luffy said firmly, his voice low and unwavering. “We’re going to protect this place.”

Sanji frowns “This isn’t your fight. Why would you do that?”

Luffy glanced at him, his expression so simple, so Luffy, that Y/N almost laughed.

“You fed us,” he said, like that explained everything.

Nami stepped forward, her voice a little too quick, too sharp—not just worried.

Frightened.

“Look, I know this crew,” she said, eyes locked on Luffy, more desperate now than angry. “Their captain—Arlong—he’s got the highest bounty in all of the East Blue. You do not want to mess with him.”

Luffy tilted his head, calm as ever. “Sounds like he messed with us first.”

“Luffy, please,” Nami said, and this time it cracked. She stepped closer, the plea trembling just beneath the surface. “Please.”

Y/N watched her—really watched her. This wasn’t about strategy. This wasn’t just about a fight, it was something deeper.

But Luffy didn’t hesitate. “I can’t let innocent people get hurt because of me.”

He turned then, facing them—Usopp, Sanji, and... Y/N. That look in his eyes… that quiet fire. That same unshakable conviction that had carried them through every storm.

“If those fishmen guys want a fight,” he said, voice low but fierce, “we’re gonna give them one.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted—equal parts pride and nerves—but she didn’t move. Didn’t question it. That tone in his voice made you feel like you could move mountains or at least stand in the way of something terrible.

Luffy walked over to Nami and rested a hand on her shoulder—gentle, reassuring, not a command, just trust.

“You stay with the ship,” he said softly. “Protect the map, hmm? It’s gonna be safe with you.”

He gave her shoulder a small clap, something brotherly, something solid. He didn’t wait for her reply. He didn’t have to and then he turned and started walking out.

Y/N stood still, her fingers curling again at her sides.

There was a part of her screaming to stay behind. To hide. To take the map, the wounded, and vanish beneath the sea like a shadow. That ancient, primal part of her that knew how dangerous the world could be—especially when it came with names like Arlong.

But louder than that—growing with every moment, every reckless heartbeat—was something else. A part of her that didn’t want to see the Baratie torn apart. That didn’t want innocent people dragged into whatever mess fate had dumped at their feet. That didn’t want to let Luffy—idiotic, idealistic, impossible Luffy—go headfirst into danger alone.

And gods, more than anything, there was a part of her that didn’t want to run. For the first time in so so long, she wanted to be brave.

Godsdammit, she thought bitterly. His stupidity is rubbing off on me.

She glanced toward the door where Luffy had disappeared, then turned her eyes to Nami.

The girl still stood frozen in place, unmoving, her expression unreadable—but her fists were clenched at her sides.

“Nami,” Y/N said, voice low. Steady. Just enough pressure to cut through the weight in the room. “Tell me why you’re desperate to go.”

She stepped closer, not with force, but with familiarity—like someone who’s shared too many sleepless nights and stormy decks to be lied to.

“Just tell me, Nami.”

For a moment, silence hung between them.

Nami didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Her jaw worked, like she was grinding something behind her teeth she didn’t want to say.

Y/N softened her voice even more. “I know what it feels like… when running isn’t fear—it’s survival. When it’s the only thing you can do.”

Still, Nami didn’t speak.

She stood there, arms crossed tightly over her chest, eyes fixed on the floor like if she just stared hard enough, the weight of the world might finally lift. But it didn’t. It never did.

Y/N let out a slow, tired sigh and dragged a hand over her face. She felt the fatigue deep in her bones, the dread curled at the base of her spine—but her eyes still flicked toward the door.

She didn’t want to go.

She didn’t want to freaking go. Every bone in her body begged her to stay put. To shut the door. To stay safe.

'You’re not a fighter,' something whispered inside her. 'You’re a survivor.'

Her feet moved before her mind could catch up. One step. Then another. Toward the door. Toward the storm.

But just before crossing the threshold, she paused and turned her head, eyes catching Nami’s profile in the flickering light—still frozen, still silent.

“You’re not alone anymore, pumpkin,” Y/N said softly, her voice steady despite the fear still gnawing at her ribs. “You’re not.”

And then she was gone, the door swinging shut behind her with a soft click, leaving Nami in the quiet with nothing but the smell of rice, salt, and truth.

By the time Y/N made her way into the restaurant, the fight had already started.

The place was chaos.

Tables overturned, glass shattered across the floor, lanterns swinging wildly from the ceiling. The salty tang of blood and seawater filled the air.

Sanji lay slumped on the stairs, his shirt torn, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. Usopp was crouched beside him, one hand braced on the banister, the other gripping his slingshot like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

She barely registered them before her gaze snapped to the open space near the center of the floor.

Luffy was alone.

He stood across from a creature so massive, so unnaturally built, that the air seemed to shift around him. His skin was deep blue, stretched tight across muscle, his grin filled with rows of jagged teeth. His presence was suffocating. Even without an introduction, she knew.

Arlong.

She watched in horror as the Fish-man moved faster than she expected for someone of his size. With a roar, he drove a brutal punch straight into Luffy’s ribs, sending him flying across the room and into a support beam with a sickening crash. Dust shook loose from the ceiling, and Luffy’s body slumped at the base of the beam.

A sharp cry escaped Y/N’s throat before she could stop it. “Luffy!”

The word wasn’t loud, but it was enough. Every Fish-man in the room turned toward her like hounds catching a scent.

She felt the blood drain from her face.

Y/N’s feet froze in place. The bravado—the fierce, reckless fire she’d carried into this room—flickered like a candle in a hurricane and went out.

Just like that.

Her legs locked beneath her, breath caught in her throat. It was like the world had shifted focus—and now it was fixed on her.

Arlong’s eyes narrowed, and he didn’t speak at first. He took a slow step forward, his gaze never leaving hers. Then, as if something dawned on him, his expression changed, sharpening, twisting into something cruel.

There was no confusion in his stare. No curiosity, just certainty.

“Well, now,” he said, voice low and rasping like a blade dragged through gravel. “Would you look at that?”

Y/N couldn’t speak. She didn’t need to. It was already too late.

Instinct took over before reason had the chance to catch up.

The moment Arlong’s eyes lit with recognition, Y/N turned on her heel and ran. Her boots hit the cracked tile hard, the sting of panic flaring up her spine. She didn’t care about pride, not now—she needed to disappear, to get out, to breathe.

But she hadn’t seen the other Fish-man—tall and slim, with scaled arms and gills that flared like wings.

He moved fast—unnaturally so—and in the space between heartbeats, he was on her.

A clawed hand gripped her wrist like a vice, wrenching her backward. The second hand clamped over her mouth before she could make a sound, muffling her startled cry. She thrashed against him, heels skidding across the floor, but it was no use. His strength dwarfed hers like a tidal wave swallowing a ripple.

The room seemed to pause.

Arlong watched with a kind of venomous delight as she was dragged forward. He stepped into the light, grinning with slow, deliberate malice.

“Thought you could run?” he said mockingly, tilting his head as he stepped closer. “Little fish thinks she’s clever.”

Sanji, bloodied and barely on his feet, tried to push himself off the stairs. “Get your hands off her—!”

Before he could take a single step, another Fish-man backhanded him hard enough to send him crashing back into the railing, groaning.

Usopp, who’d been halfway to reaching for a slingshot, was struck down with a single sweep, knocked to the floor with a strangled cry.

Y/N’s heart pounded as she watched them fall—Sanji, Usopp—and then Luffy, still hunched near the broken support beam, dragged himself upright, hands trembling, blood smeared across his chin. His hat hung askew, casting a shadow over his eyes—but not enough to hide the fire behind them.

“Let her go.”

His voice wasn’t loud, it didn’t need to be.

Arlong turned toward him slowly, savoring the moment, still standing far too close to Y/N, who remained frozen in the grip of the Fish-man behind her.

“You don’t give orders here, boy,” Arlong said, flashing rows of serrated teeth. “You don’t understand what you’re protecting.”

“She’s my crewmate and my friend,” Luffy said, louder this time, straighter despite the ache in his ribs. “I don’t care what she is.”

Arlong barked a cold laugh, the sound grating and humorless. “You should. She’s a siren. She’s lied to you from the beginning. They always do. It’s in their blood. Deceit, betrayal—it’s what they’re made for.”

Y/N tried to shake her head, to scream through the hand still clamped over her mouth, but the Fish-man holding her only tightened his grip.

Luffy’s eyes never left hers.

He took a shaky step forward. “She’s not lying now.”

“You think she’s your friend?” Arlong snarled, finally losing some of that smug calm. “Her kind never pick a side unless it benefits them, they’re monsters. Traitors. Think they’re better than the rest of us because they can slither onto land and smile like nothing ever happened.”

He stepped back and spat in her face.

Y/N’s throat burned beneath the Fish-man’s calloused hand, her lungs screaming for breath. Her body heaved in his grip as she fought for control, for air, for anything—but the harder she struggled, the tighter his hold became, like he wanted to crush the resistance out of her.

Arlong leaned in close, his breath hot and foul against her skin, his twisted grin carved deep into his shark-like face.

“You thought you could pretend, little siren?” he whispered, slow and cruel, dragging each word like a blade. “Thought you’d be safe among the humans? That you could run from what you are?”

His voice dipped lower, thick with disgust. “Your kind deserved to be slaughtered.”

Then, with a casual turn of his head, he addressed the room—Luffy, really. His voice rose, booming with theatrical cruelty. “And she’ll be sold to the highest bidder. Mark my words, there’s always someone willing to pay a kingdom for a siren."

That was it.

Something inside Y/N snapped.

A muffled sob tore from her throat, raw and broken. She began to thrash violently, all grace gone, nothing left but the naked desperation of a girl who knew exactly what was waiting for her if they took her.

Her eyes were wide, wild, brimming with tears as she kicked and struggled against the Fish-man’s hold. Her fists pounded uselessly against his chest, fingernails clawing at the arm pressed over her mouth, legs flailing as she bucked like something drowning.

Gods, no. No, no, no. Please, no. Not again. Not again.

The panic drowned everything else. The walls, the people, the voices—it all blurred.

She wasn’t in the Baratie anymore, she was there again.

With him.

The past surged up around her like a rising tide, inescapable and merciless. The pain. The blood. The cold cage that kept her like an animal. The sound of her own voice echoed in the dark, unanswered. Her wrists raw from the shackles. The silence between screams. And his face, the one that still haunted her even in the warmth of the sun.

She couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t think.

The present melted away, and all she saw was the then. Her body locked up, trembling, helpless. She tried to will herself back—to claw her way out of it—but she was already drowning. Already gone.

Not again.

Please, her mind whispered. Not again.

And still, no one could reach her. The hand over her mouth, the grip around her arms, the jeering voices of the Fish-men—it all swam together, rising into a deafening roar.

A sharp crack of impact.

A jolt of pain. Stars burst behind her eyes as her head snapped sideways from the blow.

And everything went black but just before the world fell away, just before her knees buckled and her body sagged in the arms that held her, she heard it—fierce, furious, and burning with everything she couldn’t hold onto:

“Let. Her. GO!”

And then there was nothing.

Y/N:

Heyyyy. Thank you all so much for reading. I already have the next part done, and it was supposed to be an entire chapter from ep6 to 8 but the length was too much for Tumblr apparently. So, I will be posting it soon.

Also once again thank you all for reading, like seriously, thank you fro the support. <3<3<3<3<3<3

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