#One Piece Fanfiction

[inseobts]

hii, sorry to disturb you, i was wondering if i could request a law scenario inspired by the song tolerate it by taylor swift, but with a happy ending if possible! i really really love the way you write, is really immersive and touching, you are amazing!! sorry for my english, its not my first language, lots of love from brazil!! 💓

Tolerate it

law × reader

a/n: this was the first time I heard the song, hope you'll like it ^3^ also, don't apology for you english please

inspired by the song:

words count: 2.1k

tags: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, emotional tension, slow burn

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The library on the Polar Tang is too quiet.

You sit across from Law, legs tucked beneath you, a book open in your lap, but you haven’t turned the page in twenty minutes. The only thing you’re reading is him.

He’s hunched over medical texts, brows furrowed, hair slightly messy from running his fingers through it too many times. His eyes scan the lines quickly, absorbing things faster than most could. You could watch him like this for hours. You have.

“I sit and watch you reading with your Head low I wake and watch you breathing with your Eyes closed I sit and watch you And notice everything you do or don't do”

He doesn’t look up when you shift in your seat.

He hasn’t in a while.

You used to be the thing that caught his attention mid-sentence. Now, it’s like you’re just part of the furniture, reliable and quiet. Too quiet.

You whisper "Law?" but your voice barely carries.

No answer.

“I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait Lay the table with the fancy shit And watch you tolerate it”

Later that night, you cook his favorite.

You even set the table the way he likes it. It's stupid. It feels performative. But you do it anyway.

He walks in late and glances around at the setup. His brows raise, just slightly. He sits.

Not a word about the effort.

He eats. You talk. He nods sometimes.

You laugh at your own story halfway through and realize you’re the only one smiling.

“If it’s all in my head,” you say softly, not looking at him, “tell me now. Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow.”

He looks up finally, fork pausing in the air.

“What?”

You shake your head and fake a smile but it's too hard.

“I know my love should be celebrated,” you whisper, voice breaking, “but you tolerate it.”

The air goes still. Even the gentle hum of the ship fades beneath the silence that follows.

Law sets his fork down slowly.

He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time in weeks, really seeing you. There's something in his eyes. Not anger. Not confusion. Guilt, maybe. Exhaustion, too.

"...I didn't realize I was making you feel that way."

You look up, startled at the honesty in his voice. Raw. Quiet. Honest.

“You didn’t have to... realize.” you say “It was already happening.”

Law leans back in his chair, rubbing a hand across his face “I’ve been focused on... too much. Everything. The crew, the supplies, the territory threats. I thought you understood.”

“I do,” you say, and it’s not a lie “But understanding doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

He flinches.

You continue, voice low but firm, “I gave you everything. My time, my heart, my effort. You didn’t even have to ask, I wanted to. Because I love you. But lately, I feel like you’re just... enduring me. Like I���m this soft, breakable thing that’s in the way.”

You don’t expect the silence that follows to ache so badly.

“While you were out building other worlds, where was I?”

Law swallows hard “You’re not in the way.”

“Then where am I, Law?” you ask “Because I’m not beside you. Not really. Not anymore.”

His gaze drops to the table.

And when he speaks again, it’s soft. Unsteady.

“I thought if I kept my head down, I could protect you from what’s coming. From me. I didn’t mean to shut you out. I just...” he trails off, fingers curling into a loose fist “I’ve already lost too much. If I get too close, I’ll lose that too.”

“That’s not fair...” you whisper “You don’t get to punish me for the people who aren’t here anymore.”

Law’s eyes meet yours again and they’re glossy now.

“You’re right.”

That stuns you more than anything else.

“I’ve been... distant. Detached. And you’ve been giving everything. I saw it, but I didn’t let myself respond. Because if I did, I’d remember how much you mean to me. And that terrifies me.”

You take a slow breath “So what now?”

He stands from his chair and walks over to your side. Slowly. Tentatively. Like he’s approaching a wounded thing he doesn’t want to startle.

When he crouches in front of you, he speaks softly “I don’t want to tolerate you.”

You hold your breath.

“I want to fight for you. I just... forgot how.”

You blink back the sudden sting in your eyes, but a tear escapes anyway. Law reaches up, gently wiping it away with the back of his hand.

You don’t say anything. But you don’t pull away either, and that’s something.

He’s still kneeling in front of you.

The whole room quiet now.

You didn’t mean to break open like that.

But now that you have... you can’t go back.

Your voice is barely above a whisper "If it's all in my head, tell me now... Tell me I've got it wrong somehow."

Law’s eyes flicker, and his hand, which still rests gently on your knee, tightens just slightly.

“It’s not in your head,” he says, the words thick in his throat “You didn’t get it wrong. You’ve been trying. And I...” He trails off, glancing down at the floor for a moment “I’ve been a coward.”

That hurts in a different way, because hearing him say it means it’s real. That you weren’t imagining it. That the coldness wasn’t just you being too sensitive.

“I didn’t want to need you” he admits.

You blink “What?”

“I didn’t want to need you,” he repeats, softer “Because needing someone means they can leave. Means I can lose them. And I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you too. So I made myself distant. I thought I was protecting you… but I was only protecting myself.”

You shake your head slowly, tears starting to sting again “You don’t protect someone by disappearing from them while standing right next to them.”

He flinches, and it hits you, you’ve never talked like this before. Not to him. Not like this. You've always tried to be enough without needing to ask for more.

You swallow hard “I thought… if I was good enough, quiet enough, patient enough… eventually you’d look at me again like you used to.” Your voice breaks “You tolerated it. You tolerated me.”

“I never meant to” he says, voice rising slightly in urgency “I didn’t realize how far I’d pulled away. How much I was asking you to carry alone.”

You look at him for a long time, your chest aching.

“I missed you” you say, honest and broken and so simple it almost sounds like a confession “Even when you were right here, I missed you.”

His face softens. That steel-sharp edge in his eyes dulls, melts, crumbles.

“I missed you too,” he says “But I buried it under work. Under duty. And that’s not fair. To you. To us.”

A beat of silence.

Then he reaches for your hand. Holds it, tentative but steady.

“I want to do better” he says “I want to see you again. Not just glance over you when I’m tired. Not just nod while I’m thinking about something else. I want to celebrate your love the way you always deserved.”

You breathe out a sound, half laugh, half sob, and squeeze his hand.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” you whisper “You just have to try.”

“I will,” he promises, a little breathless “Every day.”

You reach for him, and this time, he leans in too.

It’s not a kiss, not yet. But it’s a meeting of foreheads, a closeness that’s been absent for too long. A beginning again.

And for once, when you sit and watch him… he watches you right back.

It starts with small things.

The next morning, when you step into the kitchen, he’s already there.

He doesn’t look up from the kettle he’s watching, but his voice is soft when he says, “Tea’s almost ready. I made yours the way you like it.”

That alone almost makes your knees go weak.

You sit across from him in quiet surprise as he slides a steaming mug toward you without meeting your eyes.

But then he does look up. Just for a second.

You catch it.

He’s trying.

That same night, you find your favorite book, the one you always reread when your heart’s too loud, left on your bed. A folded note inside:

I’ve been thinking about you. Let me know if you’re ready to talk again. —T.L.

Your fingers tremble a little holding the page.

You press it against your chest and breathe.

It becomes a routine. Little rituals that weren’t there before.

He starts joining you in the library again, but this time his chair is a little closer. He still reads, but he glances up more. Sometimes, you catch him just watching you, and when you smile, he doesn’t look away.

Once, while you both clean the medical bay, he reaches over and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Doesn’t say a word about it.

He doesn’t have to.

One quiet evening, you’re sitting side by side after dinner, a half-played game of shogi abandoned on the table between you, the crew all in their own rooms.

You watch the way the soft lamplight brushes the edge of his cheekbones. He’s more relaxed than you’ve seen him in months.

Your hand inches toward his on the table.

He turns his palm up, lets yours slide into it.

No hesitation this time.

You murmur, half to yourself “I made you my temple, my mural, my sky…”

Law’s head tilts toward you “What was that?”

You smile softly “Just something I used to think. Before.”

He watches you closely “Do you still?”

You hesitate “Not the same way. Back then, I would’ve given everything just to be a footnote in your story.”

You turn your head, looking at him fully now.

“But now… I want to be a chapter. One you choose to write.”

He’s silent for a moment. Then “You already are.”

Your breath catches.

He takes your hand, lifts it to his lips, and presses a kiss to your knuckles, light, lingering, reverent.

“I’m sorry I didn’t show you sooner,” he says “But I see you now. I see everything.”

You lean your head against his shoulder. Your voice is barely a whisper.

“You assume I’m fine…” A pause “But what would you do if I—I broke free and left us in ruins?”

Law doesn’t hesitate “I’d chase you.”

You glance up, surprised.

“I’d chase you,” he repeats, voice rough with honesty “Even if it meant tearing the world apart.”

You exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You believe him. This time, you believe him.

The silence between you now is comfortable. Whole.

You think of the nights you lay awake, tracing hearts into the margins of your journal, wondering if you were too much. Or not enough.

Not anymore.

You turn your head slightly, brushing your lips against his shoulder “I’m still learning how to forgive you.”

He nods “I’ll wait.”

You squeeze his hand gently.

“And I’m still learning how to be loved out loud.”

He leans down, presses a kiss to your temple “Then we’ll learn together.”

It’s late again.

The crew is tucked away in their quarters, laughter and footsteps long since faded.

You’re curled up on the infirmary bed, half-asleep, a blanket over your shoulders and a medical book on your chest you’re not really reading. Law sits at his desk nearby, notes scattered, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

You watch him in the glow of the low light, warmth in your chest where ache used to live.

“I sit and watch you…”

But this time, he looks up. Catches your eyes. And he smiles.

Small. Genuine. Just for you.

“I told you to go to bed hours ago” he says, voice gentler than any reprimand.

You shrug, grinning sleepily “You’re still up.”

Law stands and walks over, plucks the book from your hands and sets it aside. Then he leans down, brushes his lips over your forehead, and sighs against your skin like he’s just come home.

“You shouldn’t have had to wait so long for this” he murmurs.

You reach for him, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt.

“But I did,” you whisper “And I’d do it again. For this.”

He sinks down beside you on the cot, and you both shift until you’re tangled together, his arms around your waist, your head tucked under his chin, heartbeat pressed to heartbeat.

For a while, neither of you speaks.

And that silence isn’t heavy anymore.

You think back to the version of you that stood at the edge of this love, unseen, unheard, giving and giving.

Drawing hearts in the byline.

Now, you’re written into the page.

Celebrated.

Not just endured.

“You okay?” he murmurs against your hair.

You nod, eyes closed, tears forgotten.

“I am now.”

[madwomansapologist]

──────〃✰ KINKTOBER DAY 1: 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑

title: poker face synopsis: luckily, mr. zero didn't knew you were a mugiwara. luckily, mr. zero fell for your bluffs. unfortunately, you never imagined it would be that hard to not fall for crocodile's charm. [3.1K] cw: mugiwara!fem!reader, strip poker, strip tease, public sex, cock crush, nipple stimulation, size difference, fingering (f!receiving), riding, biting, scratching, finger sucking, p in v, creampie, possessive behavior, mob boss meets a baddie, pussy so good he wonders about marriage.

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With a thick cigar between his teeth, Crocodile forced himself to smile. “Five of a kind”, he dropped his cards on the table. “Seems like the house won. Again.”

Crocodile’s presence in Rain Dinners works to reinforce his reputation as a hero in this wretched island. Unfortunately, it also means Crocodile is tormented by the most boring clientele.

To watch someone gambling everything they own out of delusional hope and losing it all because of sheer mischance is only interesting the first few hundreds of times. Now, all Crocodile feels is disdain.

He curses those vermin that stole the joy of victory.

Murmuring complaints, two bettors left the table. The croupier stretched his arm, reaching for the cards left far away from him. As the cards were shuffled, Crocodile took in the chance to observe the tables nearby. Searching for chaos to be dealt with, such a common occurrence in a casino, an unusual sight stole his attention.

A long, thick, light pelted fur coat. Crocodile inhaled the smoke, holding it in. Admiring you with that coat over your shoulders, no one would’ve imagined this is the middle of a desert. And still, you didn’t break a sweat.

One of the bettors decided it was the right moment to thank Crocodile for his protection over Alabasta. He did his best to sound modest, heroic. To embody the last hope of this dying island. The moment a white blur entered his peripheral vision, Crocodile simply ignored the man’s existence.

With a hand over the chair’s top rail, you stared directly at the croupier. “May I?”, you asked, voice sultry as the desert.

Crocodile took the cigar out of his mouth, releasing the smoke in the direction opposite from you. “Made just in time”, he moved his hand towards the croupier ready to start. “Do you know how to play, hon’?”

You took a sip from your glass, not bothering to answer him. Placing your coat over the chair’s rail, you reached inside its pocket and took the poker chip’s box. You left it open on the table, emerald dress moving on your body as you sat down and crossed your legs.

The box was filled to the brim.

Your lack of interest on him ignited something within Crocodile. Curiosity. Something far more interesting than gambling against weak bluffs. “New to poker?”, Crocodile smiled devilish. The sort of smile that make pretty women like you forget about decency.

If only you had looked at him.

“New to this island”, you answered, sounding as bored as Crocodile was before you got there. The way you danced around his question was enough for him to know you didn’t want the others to think of you as an easy target. Usually, Crocodile would simply profit on it. This time, with you staring straight into his eyes, he couldn’t care less about this game. “Is it worth?”

“It will be.”

A promise Crocodile intended to fulfill.

Feeling his gaze burning your skull, to not smile was never so difficult. If you were weaker, you would’ve laugh until your cheeks fell apart from your face. How funny. How alluring. Ah, Luffy really told you the truth.

Your life will be funnier around me, Luffy gave you the brightest smile you ever saw. Stroking your cheek, he cleaned the trace of tears. I will never let you get bored.

A Shichibukai stands before you, unable to see you as part of the threat he is so interest in dealing with. The man that sent thousands of bounty hunters after your crew, that forced Vivi to witness as unnecessary violence tore her nation in pieces, doesn’t even know that you’re part of the group he wants to exterminate.

Good. That means the plan of distracting Crocodile has a chance of working.

Each bettor made an initial contribution for the deal to start. At every round, you raised the amount of chips. It didn’t matter if others were dropping out of the deal or if Crocodile doubled the bet with no hesitance. You simply continued to bet more.

That was alluring. It told more about you than your pretty lips could. You’re not here to make money. You’re not here to waste it. You’re here for amusement. And that Crocodile can give you any time.

“Showdown”, the croupier called. “Please, bettors, show your hands.”

The woman sitting beside you sighed, showing two pairs. Two bettors had dropped out, choosing to wait until the next deal. You placed your cards on the table. 4, 3, K, 10, 10. One pair. “Does that mean anything?”

The first man to drop out chuckled. “Only that you lost.”

Lost in the way your smile spread across your face, the croupier had to remind Crocodile it was his time to show the cards. “Three of a kind”, he murmured. This time, he put no effort into acting as if he cared that he won. Crocodile just wanted to learn more about you. “Do you know the rules?”

“Does it really matter?”, your bright smile was enough to enlighten the whole place. As the croupier changed the card sets, you gave him your solely attention. “The best liar wins at the end.”

“No surprise you haven’t won yet”, Crocodile smirked. He spread his legs, cigar between his fingers. His golden hook glistened, reminding you of the threat he represented simply by breathing. “It’s so easy to see right through you.”

But not to see how I stole all those chips from you, was what you thought. “Seems like a failure of mine”, was what you said out loud.

With a movement of his hand, a waiter approached. Crocodile whispered into his ear; eyes still fixated on you. Intoxicated on his presence, you forgot to look away. What a tempting man. From then on, your glass never remained empty.

Deal after deal, you continued to lose just as Crocodile continued to win. Deal after deal, you continued to answer just as Crocodile continued to ask.

Until there were only you two left at the casino. You let go of your glass and closed the poker chip’s box, raising from the chair. “Should have expected a pirate to be a good gambler.” You took your coat, walking away from the table. “Have a good night, Crocodile.”

“One last deal?” Crocodile was quick to offer. Desperately, you would add. “And then we call it.”

You raised the empty box. “I have nothing left to bet.”

And at that, Crocodile saw his last chance of amusing you. “Then let’s bet everything we have.”

Sat down again, chin supported by your palm, you frowned. The wine had started to affect you both. “And by that you mean…”

“Everything”, Crocodile spread his legs, resting his hook on his thick thigh. You told yourself he was begging for you to stare, but you weren’t that sure of it. “Every chip on this table. Everything on our bodies.”

As he closed his mouth, a part of Crocodile feared his proposition would offend you. It doesn’t happen often, but there is a chance he misread your signals.

“I’ve been eyeing your rings since I sat here”, you wondered out loud. “Just as you been eyeing my dress.”

But to be so straight to the point… Crocodile wasn’t quite expecting that. It was what he wanted, but to see how you two were connected made harder for him to breath.

Then you sighed.

“As tempting as it is,” and you were standing again. Crocodile hated to see that. He would hate even more to see you leaving. “It is also getting late. Like I said, I’m new to this island.”

“You have nothing to fear”, Crocodile bargained. “Not when I’m around.”

“But you won’t be around on my way back to the hotel.”

“Then stay here”, he offered. You arched an eyebrow. “I don’t intent on letting you walk away that easily. I’m a pirate. I’m used to taking what I want for myself.”

For an eternity, you both stared into each other’s eyes. A silent negotiation. His final offering, your final chance of doing the right thing and walking away from danger. You could see his very soul. How it burned just beneath the surface. Crocodile felt the same heat coming from you.

The croupier forced a cough, remind you of his presence. It took much of his strength for Crocodile to not kill him right then and there.

“Shuffle the cards and leave”, you ordered.

He obeyed. Quickly. You both took a look at your cards sets. A smile died within you. A smirk grew on Crocodile’s face. The moment the croupier closed the exit door, Crocodile showed his hand.

Crocodile looked even bigger than he already was, filled with the confidence of a winner. “Four of a kind.”

Dropping your hand on the table, you were the winner he believed to be. “Royal flush”, you smiled. “Pretty sure that’s the highest since we’re not using any wild cards.”

Shock was a good look on Crocodile. After analyzing your cards, his gaze returned to you. “You said you didn’t know how to play.”

“Oh”, you drank the last sip from your glass. “Did I?”

And at your answer, all he could do was laugh. Crocodile ran his hand through his black hair. “You hustle me”, he whispered. Crocodile wasn’t able to get rid of this genuine smile.

Your laugh was real too. It made Crocodile breath in your scent, get drunk on the sweet sound coming from you. Not a bluff, not an act. It was real, and it only made you more beautiful. “And now you have a debt to pay.”

His face darkened, reminding you of who he is. You hustled Crocodile. You hustled Crocodile. You never thought of yourself as a stupid woman, but here you are. For fucks sake. Luffy really is rubbing on you.

Crocodile bended over the table, his broad shoulders creating a shadow over you. His hand grabbed your chair’s arm, his hook moving your chin upwards. A strand of hair fell in front of his orange eyes, and looking into them you felt like a powerless prey about to be ravished.

Face lurking inches above yours, Crocodile smiled devilish. A smile that made you forget about decency, focusing only on the promise of more of him. More of the man that wants to kill you. “Enjoy the show”, Crocodile whispered.

His blue scarf was the first to be throw away, and neither of you cared about where it would land. His long fingers worked on the buttons of the rumpled black-striped vest, so slowly you almost took it off of Crocodile by yourself.

The peach shirt beneath showed a portion of his wide chest and instead of finally getting rid of it, Crocodile held the leather belt around his waist.

He had so much fun teasing you, admiring how you couldn’t look away. A man as handsome must feel entitled to the silent praise. He really thought he was the one in charge, didn’t he? And for long enough, Crocodile was.

You’re a lot of things, but you’re not patient.

Leaning against the chair, you raised your leg. The silver heel brushed against his pants, from down on his ankle until the insides of his thigh. And when your painted nails shined right in front of his crotch, you forced your feet against it.

“Stop playing around.” Cocking your head, eyes explored his still covered up body. “Don’t make me wait.”

Crocodile grabbed your ankles, calloused hand stroking softly your skin. It wasn’t a rough touch, but not less possessive because of it. You put more pressure, making him groan. “You are insane.”

“And why is that?”

“Anyone else would fear me”, Crocodile’s voice reminded you of velvet and sharp knives. It lingered on your ears. “And here you are. Demanding more.”

You sighed, fingers brushing against your lips. That voice… it was your last straw. Fighting his hold, you put your foot down on the ground. You grabbed his shirt, pushing him back until Crocodile sat down on his chair again.

He opened his mouth as you sat down on his lap, but you gave him no time to do anything. “You talk too much.”

Holding the chair’s top rail as leverage, you dive into him. Tooth biting his lower lip, tongue forcing a passage into his warm mouth. Your free hand found a spot on his large neck, bringing Crocodile closer to you. Instead of waiting, you took what you wanted for yourself.

Just like a pirate would.

She isn’t fragile, Crocodile thought. She won’t break.

Sinking into you, Crocodile forgot about self-control. He simply ravished you, just like you demanded of him. A wild animal and nothing more. Exploring your mouth as if it was his to control, hand grabbing your soft skin without a care about finesse or decorum. Crocodile pressed his hook against your chest, enjoying how it didn’t stop you from moving as you wanted to.

You got him out of that stupidly tight shirt, hands scratching his chest as your hips moved on top of his crotch. He forced you down, putting your whole weight upon himself, and ripped your emerald dress into pieces with his hook.

“You’ll pay for this one.”

It was a complain, but your fingers working to unbutton his pants made clear you couldn’t care less. His kisses travelled to your neck, tongue leaving a trail of drool on your shoulder, mouth closing against your nipples. Your fingers intertwined with his hair, encouraging Crocodile to continue.

“I will get you anything you want”, he said, voice muffled. He couldn’t get away from your body to speak. “You burn hotter than the fuckin desert.”

No shame, no hesitation. Freed from his pants, you licked your palm before grabbing his cock. You pumped him with zero delicacy, thumb pressing against the dark, sensitive head. Just like everything in Crocodile, it was big enough to make you wonder.

As if he could read you mind, Crocodile slid his hand into your panties. Long fingers explored your lips, precise with every movement. Thumb pressing against your clit, two fingers against your wet slit. His hook brushed against your thigh, arm locking around you to press you down on his fingers.

Your loud moan embarrassed your very soul, but all Crocodile did was laugh. His teeth closed around your neck, biting hard enough to make you whimper. That’ll mark you for sure. “Ride me, hon’.”

With your nails deep into his back, you stretched yourself on Crocodile’s fingers. You bit his earlobe, brushing your face against his as you speed up your movements. In your hand, his cock throbbed. Crocodile was leaking, burning in the same way you do.

“Take what you want”, you whispered against his ear. “Fuck me already.”

It happened so quickly, you barely understood how he moved. A second before you were on his lap, two fingers deep into your hungry cunt, lips around his ear. Then you were sat on the table, poker chips falling on the floor, Crocodile standing between your legs.

A fucking monster.

Crocodile took his drenched fingers from you, and wasted no time before sucking them clean. He grabbed your thighs, exposing yourself from him. “She’s delicious”, Crocodile stared at your pussy. His fingers pulled your lips apart. “Will get me addicted to her.”

Using your legs, you got him even closer to you. Crocodile grabbed your hair, pulling you into a messy kiss. Fighting against your tongue, he fit the head of his cock into you. You moaned into his mouth.

Moving your heels against his thighs, you forced him inside of you. A stupid decision. Your head collapsed against his shoulder, the entirety of his length touching all the right places. So good, so right, so… much.

Crocodile wasn’t in that much of a better situation. Eyes closes tightly, lips hanging open as a deep cry escaped. So wet, so warm. Moving slowly, Crocodile chortled. He had no control over his mind anymore.

“Don’t you dare stopping”, you manage to say. “Just… fu-fuck, just like that.”

Deep thrusts as his fingers worked on your clit: Crocodile wouldn’t dream of doing anything other than you wanted. He could feel your drool gathering on his shoulder. How your fingers were deep into his forearms, or how the hold of your legs around his waist weakened.

All Crocodile wanted was to make you as addicted to him as he already was to you. To get you to scream his name, begging for more and more. He wanted you to take from him. To get what you wanted. And Crocodile wanted everything you could give him.

Feeling waves of pleasure washing over you, mind empty as a white canvas, you tilted your head back. Eyes half-open, you admired him. His raw lips, face covered in sweat. Marks of lipstick all over his chest, just as deep nail marks and surface scratched. You looked down, watching as he entered you.

“You are worth way more than eighty million.”

Crocodiled bended, tongue playing with your aching nipple. “After my head, hon’?”, he sucked on them. You stroked his hair, enjoying how primal Crocodile looked.

“Do I look insane?”, you moaned.

Crocodile looked into your eyes, face near yours. You placed your arms around his shoulders, but he held you in place. Crocodile simply looked at you. As if there was something new, something he never saw before.

“You do”, Crocodile whispered. It felt so intimate. For a moment, you weren’t being fucked in an empty casino. For a moment, you two were sharing a secret. “You’re perfect.”

You melted against him. Lost on your orgasm, you unlearned how to breath. The fact you couldn’t think didn’t stop Crocodile from kissing you. As you closed around him, Crocodile reached his limit. Tooth deep into your throat, he marked you again.

Tears formed behind your eyes, throat aching as you finally breathed again. You laid your head on his chest, feeling it rising with his unregulated breathes. A firm hand held your waist, his nose stopped in the union of your shoulder and neck. His biting hurt so good, just like your scratches on his skin.

When Crocodile opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his hand holding onto the table. He looked at the fours rings you said caught your attention. And he saw how there was only one finger lacking a ring.

Insane, Crocodile thought. She’s making me insane.

As his hips moved away, a cry left your throat as he emptied your pussy, your legs finally stopped working. Crocodile took his cigar from the ashtray, smoking it for a few seconds. When he released the smoke, you grabbed his chin and made him face you. Inhaling it, you closed your eyes.

Not a second after you let it go, his hand and hook slid beneath your thighs. Effortlessly, Crocodile took you from the table. Your shaken legs closed around his waist as he carried you. “What you doing?”

Crocodile finally looked into your eyes again. He smiled, and it was genuinely. “Taking what I want for myself.”

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[softlypossessive]

♡･ﾟ𓏸 Lead By Example 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Trafalgar Law x gn!reader (pre-relationship) ♡ Warnings: Snarky/dark-humored reader, kusarigama-wielder (no fight scenes here, reader just carries it around), quiet emotional intimacy, late-night tension, mutual insomnia, mutual pining, heavy banter, dimly lit library vibes, slow burn energy ♡ WC: ~2k ♡ Notes: I didn’t want to default to the usual sunshine-soft pairing Law often gets (as much as I love that dynamic), so I tried something with a sharper edge. This reader’s a little more serious, kind of snarky, and carries a kusarigama like it’s part of their spine—but I still wanted it to feel like a reader insert rather than a full OC. I’m not always confident with banter writing, so fingers crossed it flows okay. It ended up more tender than I expected, but honestly? I think Law needed that.

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The Polar Tang’s library was a cramped little haven carved into the submarine’s steel skeleton, a rare pocket of quiet at 1:00 AM when the crew was dead to the world. 

No creaking wood here—just the low hum of machinery thrumming through the hull, the occasional metallic groan as pressure shifted outside, and the faint clank of pipes settling. 

A single lantern dangled from a bolted bracket, its amber glow washing over shelves stuffed with medical texts, charts, and a few battered novels Bepo probably smuggled in. The air was thick with the scent of old paper, rust, and that sharp tang of recycled oxygen. 

You’d claimed a rickety chair hours ago, one leg kicked up on a crate, your kusarigama hooked at your hip—chain coiled tight, sickle gleaming like a promise of trouble. 

You were slogging through a medical journal on regenerative cell theory, eyes glazing over, when you felt him before you saw him.

Soft boots on metal, a shift in the stale air, that heavy presence Trafalgar D. Law hauled around like a loaded gun. 

You didn’t look up. 

“Late night again, huh?” he said, voice rough, scraped raw from too little sleep and too much coffee. 

You flicked a page, smirking. 

“Look who’s talking, Captain. You stalking me now?” He stepped closer, boots scuffing the deck. 

“Noticed you weren’t in your bunk,” he shot back, dry as bone. 

“What, you doing bed checks?” you said, finally glancing up, brow arched. 

“Keeping tabs on my crew,” he corrected, sharp and fast, like he’d been waiting for that jab.

He loomed there, framed by the hatchway, all loose black sweats and an unzipped hoodie, no shirt—tattoos stark against lean muscle, shadows cutting across his collarbone. His hair was a disaster, dark strands jutting out like he’d wrestled with it and lost, and those gray eyes, rimmed in exhaustion, pinned you with that infuriating mix of menace and calm. 

“Can’t sleep either, I take it?” you said, leaning back, letting your kusarigama’s chain clink against your thigh. 

“Obviously,” he muttered, crossing his arms. 

You nodded at the chair across from you, its faded upholstery patched with mismatched thread 

“Sit, then. I won’t rat you out.” He eyed it, then you, before dropping into it with a grunt, legs sprawling like he owned the damn place.

The lantern swayed faintly, light bouncing off the riveted walls. You went back to your book, pretending to read. 

“You’re gonna crash if you keep this up,” you said, casual but pointed, eyes on the page. 

“Funny, I was about to say the same to you,” he fired back, voice dripping with that smug edge he wielded like a blade. 

You snorted, flipping a page you hadn’t even skimmed. 

“I’m not the one holding this crew together. You go down, we’re fucked. Lead by example, Captain.” 

The hum of the sub filled the silence, a low drone underscoring the weight of your words. He didn’t bite back right away, just let it hang.

“You think they’d follow me that far?” he asked after a beat, quieter, like he was testing you. 

You met his stare, gray clashing with yours in the dim glow. 

“Think? No. I know they would. I would.” His eyes narrowed, searching your face—maybe for bullshit, maybe for something else. 

The silence stretched, thick with the clank of a distant pipe and the faint buzz of the lantern’s filament. 

He shifted, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. 

“That’s a hell of a bet,” he said, voice low, dry. 

“Not a bet if it’s a sure thing,” you countered, smirking just enough to rile him.

He huffed—a ghost of a laugh—and you caught the flicker of it in his eyes before he masked it. You closed the book with a snap, tossing it onto the crate. 

“Medical alchemy crap. Boring as shit,” you said, stretching your arms until your shoulders popped, kusarigama swaying at your hip. 

His gaze tracked the motion, lingering on the weapon’s glint, then up to your face. 

“You’re still reading it,” he pointed out, deadpan. 

“Masochism’s my specialty,” you shot back, grinning. 

“Explains why you’re still awake talking to me,” he said, and there it was—banter with teeth, sharp enough to cut.

You stood, pacing the tight space, the chain of your kusarigama rattling against your leg. 

“You’re one to talk, caffeine fiend. Those bags under your eyes got bags.” 

He leaned back, arms crossed, watching you move. 

“And you’re a ray of sunshine, huh?” 

“Only when I’m annoying you,” you said, stopping to lean against a shelf, facing him. 

“Which is always,” he muttered, but his lips twitched, betraying him. 

“Good. Keeps you sharp,” you said, tapping the sickle’s handle at your hip. 

He didn’t argue, just kept staring, like he was peeling you apart layer by layer.

“You don’t have to play lone wolf all the time,” you said, softer now, cutting through the snark. 

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. 

“That a suggestion or an order?” 

“Take it how you want, Law. Just saying—you matter more than you think.” 

The words landed heavier than you meant, and his jaw tightened, just a flicker, before he smoothed it over. 

“You’re full of shit,” he said, but there was no venom in it—more like he was testing how far you’d push. 

“And you’re a stubborn asshole,” you replied, stepping closer, close enough that the lantern threw your shadow over him. 

“Rest sometime, yeah? Don’t make me chain you to your bunk.”

He smirked, faint but real. 

“You’d like that too much.” 

“Maybe,” you said, matching his grin, then turned for the hatch. 

“Night, Captain.” 

“Night,” he called after you, voice lingering as you slipped out, the metal clang of the hatch shutting behind you.

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Law stayed put, slouched in that shitty chair, staring at the spot you’d been. The library felt colder now. Urgh, what a load of crap. 

He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling hard. You’d gotten under his skin, and he hated it—hated how your words stuck, how that damn kusarigama of yours glinted like it was mocking him every time you moved. 

He’d noticed it again tonight, hooked at your hip like an extension of you, all fluid menace and style. 

He didn’t touch it—wouldn’t, not when it was yours—but he’d thought about it, the weight of it, the way you swung it like breathing. Fuck, he was losing it.

He stood, pacing the tight space, boots scuffing the deck. 

The sub groaned, metal flexing under pressure, a reminder of where they were—trapped in this steel coffin, chasing a fight they might not win. 

Lead by example. 

What a joke. 

He wasn’t some shining beacon. He was a bastard with a plan and a crew dumb enough to follow it. But you’d said it like you meant it, like you’d seen something he hadn’t. 

He stopped, leaning against the desk, staring at the hatch. 

You’d left, but he could still feel you—the weight of your stare, that smart-ass mouth. He muttered a curse, low and vicious, and sank back into the chair. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not tonight.

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You were back in your bunk, sprawled out, kusarigama propped against the wall within arm’s reach—never out of sight, never left behind. 

The room was a steel box, bare except for a locker and a porthole showing nothing but black water. The sub’s hum vibrated through the mattress, steady, relentless. 

You couldn’t shake him—Law’s tired eyes, that half-smirk when you’d pushed his buttons, the way he’d gone quiet when you’d said he mattered. 

Asshole. 

Why’d he have to look at you like that, all guarded and raw, like he didn’t know what to do with you?

You rolled over, glaring at the ceiling. 

You weren’t some lovesick idiot. 

He was your captain, a cold-blooded prick who’d cut out his own heart if it got in his way. But you’d follow him into hell, and that’s what pissed you off most—not the loyalty, but how it twisted something deeper, made you notice dumb shit like the ink on his skin, the way his voice dropped when he was too tired to hide. 

You punched the pillow, muttering, “Fuck off, Law,” to the empty room, and shut your eyes.

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Next night, you were in the library again. Same lantern, same chair, different book—surgical logs, bloodier and less bullshit than the last. The hatch creaked, and there he was, same sweats, same hoodie, same shirtless crap that made your pulse kick despite yourself. 

“You’re predictable,” he said, dropping into the chair across from you. 

“Says the guy who keeps showing up,” you shot back, not looking up. 

“Touché,” he muttered, slouching like he was daring the chair to break.

“Still can’t sleep?” you asked, flipping a page. 

“Still nosy?” he countered, voice dry.

 You smirked. 

“It’s my job to keep you honest.” 

“You’re shit at it,” he said, but there was a spark in his eyes, a challenge. 

“And you’re shit at resting,” you fired back, closing the book. “We’re a pair.” 

He snorted, leaning forward. 

“A pair of what?” 

“Idiots, apparently,” you said, standing, kusarigama clinking as you moved. 

His gaze flicked to it, then back to you. 

“You ever put that thing down?” 

“Not when I might need to whip your ass into shape,” you said, grinning.

He stood too, stepping closer, cutting the space between you. 

“Keep dreaming,” he said, voice low, teasing. 

“You’re the one who can’t stay away,” you replied, holding his stare. 

The hum of the sub faded, the air tightening. 

“Maybe I like the view,” he said, and it wasn’t just banter anymore. 

You laughed, sharp and quick, breaking it. 

“Smooth, Captain.” 

“I try,” he said, smirking, and you both let it drop, the tension simmering but unspoken.

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The third night, he found you on deck instead. 

The library had felt too small, too warm, so you’d taken your brooding outside, leaning against the railing with the sea stretching endless and black around you. 

The air was cool, salted, the stars sharp overhead. Your kusarigama dangled from your hand, chain swaying with the ship’s motion. 

Law appeared beside you, silent as a shadow, hands in his pockets. 

“Not the library,” he said, voice rough from disuse. 

“Change of pace,” you replied, not looking at him.

He leaned against the railing too, close enough that your shoulders nearly touched. The wind tugged at his hair, his hoodie, and you caught the faint scent of him—ink, antiseptic, something sharper underneath. 

“You’re predictable,” he said after a while. 

“Says the guy who shows up every night,” you countered, twirling the sickle absently. 

He didn’t laugh, but his silence felt amused. You stood there together, the sea lapping at the hull, the quiet stretching long and easy.

“You ever stop?” he asked eventually, voice low, serious. 

“Stop what?” 

“Worrying about me.” 

You glanced at him, his profile sharp against the night sky. 

“You ever stop giving me reasons to?” 

He didn’t answer, just looked out at the water, jaw tight. 

You sighed, letting the kusarigama’s chain clink against the railing. 

“You’re a stubborn bastard, Law.” 

“Takes one to know one,” he said, and this time he turned, meeting your eyes.

The space between you shrank, not physically but in every other way, the air humming with something unspoken. 

You could’ve pushed, could’ve said more, but you didn’t. Instead, you bumped his shoulder with yours, light, deliberate. 

“Lead by example,” you murmured.

He didn’t reply, but his hand brushed yours on the railing, fleeting, intentional. 

And for once, he didn’t pull away. 

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[alwayssassydreamer]

The Flame That Never Fades

A/N: I'm currently in a really bad mood after some personal issues and well i ended up writing this and i have no idea what came over me and why i thought this was a good idea but too late now I'm sorry for that - god I'm really sad rn,

Summary: you guide the dying into the afterlife

Warnings: death, angst, a sad story, SPOILERS for Marineford, i first wrote it in third person so sorry if there are still some mistakes i oversaw during changing it

Characters: Ace x GnReaperReader

The battlefield of Marineford was soaked in blood and chaos, but none of it mattered here not in this space where time no longer held meaning. The cries of war faded into silence as Portgas D. Ace's body lay still in his brother's arms, his last breath given to the world in a whisper of gratitude. His last words hanging in the air "Thank you for loving me"

A lone figure stood beside him, unseen by all but the dying. You had been here before. You had walked these final moments with countless souls, guiding them beyond the veil of life. Yet, as you knelt beside Ace, you could feel it - something more, something deeper.

Luffy’s sobs tore through the air, his hands trembling as he clung to Ace’s still form. He could feel the warmth of his brother’s body slipping away, and in that terrifying moment, a quiet presence seemed to weave through the chaos, unseen to all except the one who was about to cross over.

The figure, a shadow of both light and dark, stepped forward, guided not by physical sight but by the very essence of the dying soul before them.

You had been summoned by fate itself, here to do what you had done countless times before: to guide the lost, the dying, to the other side. But this time, it wasn’t a nameless soul that you’d be guiding. No, this one was special.

Ace’s final breath rattled in his chest. His eyes flickered, not in panic, but in calm acceptance. His spirit had already begun to leave his body, as the hands of death tugged at him with gentle inevitability.

You had done this once before.

Decades ago, atop the execution platform in Loguetown, you had stood beside another man. A man who had worn a devil’s grin even as he faced death.

"So, it's time, huh?" Gol D. Roger had said to you, voice rich with amusement, even as his life bled away. "Guess I’ll be seeing what’s beyond the horizon after all."

Even at the end, there had been no fear in him, only the spirit of a man who had truly lived. He had turned toward you, that roguish grin never faltering, and walked into the afterlife as if it were just another adventure.

And now, years later, you stood before his son.

Ace’s spirit was flickering, hovering between life and death. His face was calm, his smile peaceful, yet there was something heartbreaking in the way he looked up at you - like a child who had barely begun his journey but had been forced to stop too soon.

"It’s not fair," you found yourself thinking.

Gol D. Roger had chosen his fate. He had walked toward death willingly, laughing in its face. But Ace… Ace had fought to live. He had burned so brightly, only for his fire to be extinguished far too soon.

And yet, even now, there was no anger in him, only quiet understanding. His eyes, so much like Roger’s yet so different, met yours. He could see you. He knew what you were.

"You came for me, huh?" Ace murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

You nodded.

"I guided your father once," you said, your voice softer than the wind. "And now, I will guide you."

Ace blinked slowly. There was no shock in his expression, only a quiet sadness mixed with something you couldn’t quite place.

"I never wanted to be like him," Ace admitted. "I spent my whole life trying to prove I wasn’t him." He exhaled, the ghost of a bitter laugh escaping him. "And now, that I've found a place, now that I wanted to live, I’m dying ."

You said nothing for a moment. Then, gently, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his spirit. He felt warm, so much warmer than most souls you had guided. Ace had always burned bright, after all.

"You are not your father, Ace," you said, your tone firm yet kind. "But you are loved, just as he was."

Ace’s breath hitched slightly, though there was no more air in his lungs. His expression softened, and his lips curled into the same smile he had given Luffy just moments before.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Guess I was, huh?"

You watched as the last flickers of life faded from his body, but his soul… his soul remained as strong as ever. He had died young, but he had lived fully.

You held out your hand to him.

"Are you ready?"

Ace looked past you, toward the endless horizon that stretched beyond life itself. For a brief second, he swore he could hear something - laughter, distant and familiar, carried on the wind.

Gol D. Roger was waiting.

Ace closed his eyes, inhaled deeply as if he could still breathe and took your hand.

"Yeah," he said softly. "Let’s go."

And together, you and the son of the Pirate King stepped beyond the veil, into the unknown.

The world of the living faded behind you as you led Ace beyond the veil, yet something within you refused to let go. You had done this countless times, guiding souls, ferrying them from one life to the next, but this time, something felt different.

You glanced at the young man beside you, his spirit as vibrant as the flames he had once wielded. Ace walked beside you, steady and sure, his face calm as he accepted what had come to pass. But when you looked back, when you turned your gaze to the battlefield that had fought so hard to keep him, you felt something stir within you, something you had not felt in a long time.

A pull. A weight. A quiet ache.

You had seen grief before. You had watched countless lives crumble in the face of loss, but this… this was different.

Below, Luffy was in complete shock, his mouth was open in a silent scream, raw and broken, his tears mixing with the blood on the ground. His small frame trembled, the weight of Ace’s sacrifice crushing him.

You felt the pull again, deeper this time.

Whitebeard stood tall even as the battlefield burned around him, his massive frame unmoving. He had lost sons before, but never like this. Never him. Ace had been more than just a commander, he had been a son, a legacy, a future. And now, that future was gone, leaving only a hollow space where his fire had once burned.

The great pirate did not waver, even as his heart surely cracked beneath his skin.

And then there was Garp.

A man torn between duty and love. You could feel it, the weight in his chest, the suffocating grief in his bones, the guilt gnawing at him.

You should have turned away. You should have kept walking. You had a duty to fulfill.

But for the first time in centuries, you hesitated.

Ace had noticed.

"You’ve never looked back before, have you?" he asked, his voice softer now.

You clenched your fingers around the edge of your cloak, watching as the battle continued to rage. Even in death, Ace had left so much behind. People who had fought for him. People who had died for him. People who had loved him.

"No," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Ace followed your gaze, his own expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a small smile formed on his lips.

"It’s a lot, huh?" he murmured.

You turned to him then, studying the way he carried himself. There was no bitterness in his eyes anymore, no self-hatred or doubt. He had spent years questioning whether his life had any worth, whether the world would have been better off without him.

But now, as he watched the people who mourned him, who had fought desperately to save him, he finally had his answer.

"All these times you thought about your life being worthless, of me thinking now was the time for me to come and collect your soul, you not once realized how much you were loved Ace. And everytime you got pulled from the edge i was glad for it because whether you believe it or not you were never a failure, never evil, never alone. And i always hoped you'd finally see it," you said again, the words heavier this time.

Ace nodded. "Yeah. I guess I was."

The pull in your chest lessened, but it did not disappear. You knew you had to keep moving, to take him where all souls eventually went. But as you looked upon the wreckage left behind, you allowed yourself this moment to acknowledge the weight of what was lost.

You had guided his father once. And now, you guided his son.

But the difference was that Ace had never wanted to be like Roger. He had never sought a grand adventure, never yearned for legend or fame. He had only wanted to exist, to matter, to be loved.

And in the end, he had been.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and turned forward once more.

"You didn’t make it easy for me Ace but I promise you will be fine and those you left behind will cherish your memory and carry it with them - always" you said softly

Ace paused at your words, his gaze lingering on the battlefield one last time. The weight of his short life pressed against him, but it no longer felt suffocating. Instead, it was warm, carried by those who had loved him, who would never let his memory fade.

Ace exhaled, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He had spent so long doubting his worth, questioning if his life had ever truly mattered. But now, in the face of death, he knew.

"Thank you," he murmured, though he wasn’t sure if he was thanking you, or them, or maybe just the universe for letting him experience love before the end.

You squeezed his hand, a fleeting gesture of comfort, before nodding forward.

"Come," you said softly. "It’s time to go home."

And so, with a heart lighter than he had ever known in life, Ace stepped into the unknown, his fire eternal, his name forever carried in the hearts of those who had fought for him.

The light surrounding you grew brighter, a soft, golden glow that seemed to draw from the very essence of the world itself. It was not a light of warmth but of release, the kind that only came when one’s soul was ready to transcend.

Ace stood beside you, facing the horizon that stretched into infinity. He could feel it, deep in his chest, the tug of something greater than himself. A place where his flames could burn freely, a place beyond the struggles and the pain of this life.

He had been ready to die in the heat of battle, to face his fate with no regrets. But now, as he stood here at the threshold of the unknown, he realized it wasn’t just about ending. It was about beginning again, somewhere new, somewhere where the pain of his past couldn’t follow.

"I know you're ready to rise and sail home," you whispered, your voice carrying the weight of eternity. Your eyes, usually solemn and detached, softened as you looked at him.

Ace’s chest tightened, his heart swelling with something he hadn’t expected to feel: peace.

He nodded slowly, understanding that the life he had lived, the fire he had carried, was a part of something much larger than he had ever imagined.

The room, if one could call it that, began to fill with light, a light that washed over him like a cleansing tide. He felt weightless, his spirit no longer burdened by the world he left behind. There was nothing here but the light, and the feeling that he was leaving something beautiful behind.

"It's time to say our last goodnight, isn’t it?" Ace asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil that had gripped his heart moments ago.

You nodded, your eyes glistening with an emotion that he couldn’t quite place. You had guided many souls, but something about him - about his journey - had touched you in a way you hadn’t expected.

He turned to you, his expression calm, yet filled with a quiet gratitude. "Thank you for everything."

You smiled softly, a flicker of something warm behind her gaze.

"You don't have to thank me," she said. "You’ve done it all yourself. And don't worry your flame will never burn out as long as those you left behind will carry your memory"

As Ace stood there, he realized that he had lived the way he always wanted: not in pursuit of greatness, but in pursuit of love. His journey had been one of trials, of struggles, of painful truths. But it had also been one of deep, unwavering connections. And as he felt the light envelope him, he knew it were those connections - those bonds - that would carry him forward.

"Are you ready?" You asked gently, your voice a tender thread in the vastness of the unknown.

Ace nodded, his face serene, and in that moment, he knew that it was finally time to leave the world behind.

"I’m ready," he whispered, his heart open, his spirit free.

As you stepped into the light, the warmth of the sun that he had never truly known on this earth filled him. It was as if the very fabric of his being stretched outward, soaring toward something brighter than he could have ever imagined.

And I still believe in the good... and I still believe in the light. And I wanna feel the sun. I wanna free you tonight

And as you disappeared into the horizon, Ace's soul felt lighter than it ever had.

[theodorenmyth]

Idk how far into One piece you are. But maybe something fluffly with like Law where reader is playing with his hands because they love his tattoos. And then maybe later Law finds the reader painted their hands like a fake tattoo and just messing around in the mirror. Preferably with a male reader but gn is ok too

Anyways this is the first time I've done this but i absolutely love your writing so much and hope you have a good day!!

Ink and Imitation

Pairings ; Trafalgar D. Water Law x M!Reader

Summary ; You were fascinated by Law’s tattoos, you spend time tracing them while sitting between his legs, dramatically declaring your admiration. Inspired, you sneak off to the bathroom to recreate his tattoos on yourself using ink, striking dramatic poses in the mirror while pretending to be the next Surgeon of Death. Unfortunately, Law catches you mid-performance, unimpressed but amused. After teasing you for misspelling ‘DEATH’ as ‘DEATN,’ he effortlessly flusters you with a kiss before smugly walking away. Despite the embarrassment, you’re still convinced you *totally* pulled it off.

A/N ; I loved writing this so much :3 enjoy bb!

warnings ; none

word count ; 1.2k+

The Polar Tang had its moments of chaos, but right now, it was peaceful. Warm light filled Law’s quarters as you sat comfortably between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. His arms rested loosely at his sides, medical journal in one hand while the other lay freely in your grasp. You were utterly fascinated with it.

“You know,” you mused, running your fingers over his knuckles, “I think your hands might be my favorite thing about you.”

Law hummed, flipping a page. “Not my intelligence? My leadership? My life-saving surgical skills?”

You scoffed dramatically. “Ugh, those are so expected. What, am I supposed to be impressed that you can rearrange someone’s insides like a Rubik’s Cube?”

“I would hope so,” he deadpanned.

You ignored him, gently stretching out his fingers before tracing the bold ‘DEATH’ tattooed across them. “These hands tell a story. They’re calloused, strong—capable of destruction, but they’re also careful, precise. They save lives.” You sighed wistfully, resting your cheek against his arm. “Tragic, poetic, effortlessly cool… If you weren’t already my boyfriend, I’d propose on the spot.”

Law snorted. “So dramatic.”

“I’m not dramatic, I’m appreciative.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

You grinned, pressing a quick kiss to the back of his hand before continuing your inspection. Your fingers trailed down to the intricate tattoo covering his wrist and forearm, tracing the thick, circular patterns.

“These must’ve hurt,” you murmured.

Law tilted his head slightly, his eyes flicking down to watch you. “Not as much as you’d think.”

You gasped, clutching his arm like you were hearing a scandalous secret. “You mean you didn’t shed even one tear?”

He smirked. “No.”

You placed a hand over your chest, shaking your head. “The strength. The sheer willpower.”

“You’re insufferable,” he said, but his lips twitched in amusement.

Your fingers stilled as an idea struck you. A ridiculous, impulsive, absolutely necessary idea.

"Law," you said, voice suddenly serious. "What if I got tattoos just like yours?"

He blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“I’m serious!” You held up your hands, flexing your fingers. “Imagine us standing side by side, matching tattoos, striking fear into our enemies. We'd be unstoppable. Iconic."

Law stared at you for a moment before exhaling through his nose, returning to his book. "You're not getting my tattoos."

"Why not?" you whined, flopping back against his chest.

“Because you’d cry after five minutes.”

You gasped so loudly, it could’ve been heard across the Grand Line. “Excuse me?!”

“You heard me.”

“You think I can’t handle it?” You sat up, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “I am a pirate, Law—I’ve been stabbed, thrown off ships, electrocuted by a Marine with an unfortunate Devil Fruit, and you think I’d cry over a tattoo?”

“Yes.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I hate that you’re probably right.”

Law chuckled under his breath, and before you could argue more, he lazily draped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him. "Just stick to playing with mine," he murmured, pressing a kiss against the top of your head before turning a page.

You melted instantly. "Fine. But I will prove you wrong one day."

Later that night, you stood hunched over the bathroom counter, sleeves rolled up, face scrunched in concentration as you carefully painted ink onto your skin.

This was serious business.

You had "borrowed" some ink from the supply room, along with a fine brush, and you were currently painstakingly copying Law's tattoos onto your hands and forearms.

You'd return it later…

Maybe.

The knuckle tattoos were the easiest part, even though writing backwards in the mirror was a nightmare. The tribal patterns on his wrist and forearm? That was where the real challenge began.

You stuck out your tongue in deep focus as you worked on a particularly intricate swirl.

"Okay, okay, looking good so far," you muttered, nodding in approval. The only problem was that your non-dominant hand was absolutely not cooperating. The moment you tried painting the other side, the lines became crooked.

You groaned dramatically. "Why am I cursed with only one good hand?!"

Still, after about an hour of dedication and minor suffering, you stepped back to admire your work.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, hands covered in ink, admiring your reflection like an artist marveling at their masterpiece.

It wasn’t perfect—your handwriting was a little crooked, and the lines on your forearms were messier than you’d hoped—but still, it looked cool. You flexed your fingers, grinning.

"Captain Y/N," you whispered to yourself, striking a pose. "Surgeon of Death 2.0."

You waved your hand dramatically. "Shambles!"

Nothing happened, obviously.

You tried again, this time with more enthusiasm. "Room!"

Still nothing.

You sighed. “Lame. Law makes it look so effortless.”

A slow clap echoed behind you.

You froze.

Turning your head ever so slowly, you found Law leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, face unreadable.

You opened your mouth. No words came out.

Law exhaled through his nose, stepping closer. "What," he said, reaching for your hand, "is this?"

"Admiration," you answered quickly, standing up straight. "Respect. Dedication to my captain. Love, even.”

His fingers traced the ink on your knuckles, eyes scanning your handiwork. “You misspelled ‘DEATH.’”

Your heart dropped. “You’re lying.”

Law turned your hand so you could see. The ‘H’ was slightly smudged, making it look like an ‘N.’

“…DEATN,” you read aloud in horror.

Law’s smirk widened. “Truly intimidating.”

You groaned, dramatically leaning against him. “All my hard work… ruined.”

“Maybe if you actually got a real tattoo—”

“Don’t say it,” you warned, pointing a stained finger at him.

“—you wouldn’t have this problem.”

You pouted, but the warmth in his voice betrayed his teasing. "You're just jealous."

He quirked a brow. "Of what?"

"My natural artistic talent."

“Right.” He let go of your wrist, giving you a once-over. “You look ridiculous.”

“You’re just mad because I pull it off better than you.”

Law chuckled, shaking his head before gently wiping a smudge from your cheek. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You huffed. “You just wait, Trafalgar D. Water Law. One day, I will get a real tattoo, and then you’ll regret ever doubting me.”

Law leaned in, his voice barely above a murmur. “I’d never regret anything about you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Stupid. Infuriating. Unfairly attractive man.

Before you could formulate a response, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss against your forehead.

You blinked up at him, momentarily dazed, before remembering yourself. "Don’t think you can distract me with affection!" you huffed, even as your face burned.

Law smirked. “Seems to be working.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. "Ugh. You’re the worst.”

He patted your head like you were an annoying but beloved pet. “And yet, here you are.”

You sighed, giving in to your fate as his eternally bullied boyfriend. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

He chuckled. “Now,” he said, pulling away, “go wash your hands before you stain everything.”

Then, with one last smirk, he turned on his heel and walked away.

You stared after him, then looked back at your reflection.

Your fake tattoos looked awesome.

You let out a defeated groan, turning toward the sink.

He was so lucky you loved him.

[karikarasuno]

The Surgeon Next Door

Neighbor!Law Au Masterlist

(1) the break-up

(2) the dresser incident

(3) but doctors don't smoke?

(4) caught in the act... well almost

(5) the obligatory shoujo sick episode

(6) tv replacement and a favor returned

(7) the cure to a hangover? mortification

(8) after a long day law can only think of one thing. you.

(9) never say no to phone sex

(10) happy birthday, cora!

(11) law's childhood dresser is... impressively sturdy

[grandline-fics]

Immune To Your Charms

DESCRIPTION: Soulmates are incapable of harming the other in any way. Normally that would be a good thing but not when you're meant to be enemies.

WARNINGS: It's Doflamingo so he's his own warning. Don't read if he's not someone you enjoy reading fics about. Talk/threat of violence but nothing too explicit. Enemies to Lovers. Soulmate! AU

CHARACTERS: Doflamingo

WORDS: 3,350

A/N: It's been a while between being sick and trying to get more of the Valentines Event requests caught up on but I needed my Doffy fix after a draining week. I'm not too happy with the ending for this chapter but it does the job in leading us to the next part of the story. Hope you all enjoy and as always thank you for the support and response to this story.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen(here) | Chapter Sixteen(coming soon)

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“You’re staring.” You spoke up from your place on the sofa, your eyes reading over the morning paper leisurely. For the most part you’d ignored the feeling of Doflamingo’s stare on you but now you decided to call attention to his behaviour seeing as it was unlike him. 

“I can’t stop thinking about your face.” Immediately you turned your head to look at him peculiarly, eyebrow arching. This wasn’t his usual method of trying to get a reaction out of you. This seemed genuinely thoughtful. For a moment you observed him, watching him rest his chin on his had with his elbow propped up on the desk. Completely unmoving. With his dark glasses and relaxed breath anyone would have mistaken him for sleeping. 

“Okay, this should be good” You mused, discarding your paper now that this seemed to be the main issue of the afternoon. Turning in the seat you faced him fully. “What about my face has you so thoughtful?” 

“There’s still no mark.” He explained and you let out a loud sigh. Doflamingo couldn’t help but frown slightly at how annoyed you sounded. “What?”

“You’re still fixated on that? Have you ever considered that you might have a little bit of an obsessive personality?” You asked while getting to your feet. “It’s been days. If there was going to be a mark, it would have appeared already and like I told you the day it happened; I’m fine and it didn’t even hurt.”

“Regardless the fact is there should have been something. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Since when did anything with this whole soulmate thing make sense? Besides what would you have rather happen, Doffy?” You asked as you leant against the wall and stared blankly out the window while you listened to the Warlord turn in his chair to follow your movements. “Can’t you just be happy it happened this way? Otherwise you would have been pissed that a ‘lowly servant’ did what you haven’t been able to do yet. No mark means you can just act like it didn’t happen and we can continue as normal…or our version of normal at least.”

“That’s one way of looking at it…” Doflamingo hummed, leaning back in his seat to regard you carefully. “Still knowing what happened is a mystery. Is it possible that now being in the same room as the other makes us impervious to harm from others too?”

“Possibly.” You shrugged before letting out a small laugh. “Either that or I’m also soulmates with that servant.” At that you felt Doflamingo’s shadow looming over you and you tilted your head back to smirk at him, not surprised by his speed or sudden proximity. “Oh lighten up, I was joking. One soulmate is more than enough, especially a handful like you.”

“Handful? I’ll have you know I’ve been on my best behaviour.” Doflamingo chuckled, his previous annoyance at the reminder of the servant-who’d been smart enough to stay out of his way as well as yours- leaving swiftly the more he stared at your amused expression. He grinned as his lens-covered eyes drifted to your curved lips. “Really you should be more grateful.”

“Should I? I’ll take that into consideration but if memory serves I think I’ve been more than generous with my gratitude when you’ve actually been well behaved.” You informed him with a casual smile before looking back out the window while his grin grew. While there had been no more kisses shared between the two of you since that day, it was still fresh in both of your minds. 

Apart from a few passing remarks and subtle glances there were no deeper conversations or direct attention called to the two kisses shared, because doing so would certainly mean having to face the fact that feelings were changing and had been for while. Luckily for you both the conversation changed when you stifled a long yawn and rubbed your neck. Feeling Doflamingo’s stare again you looked to him, seeing the grin had lessened, his jaw tight. “What?”

“Are you not sleeping again?” Doflamingo reached out and tucked his finger under your chin to coax you to look at him. Not unlike when he was looking for a mark, he stared over your features with intent scrutiny only this time he wasn’t fuelled with fury that someone could have hurt you. 

“Took a little while to fall asleep.” You admitted, unbothered. “I woke up early too.” For some reason that didn’t seem to ease Doflamingo’s slight tension. Abruptly he moved his hand from your chin to lightly touch your forehead with the back of his hand. Confused, you pulled your head away from his fingers and looked at him curiously. “What’s up with you today?”

“Just checking.” Doflamingo answered, stepping away to return to his desk. Silently he was relieved to feel your temperature felt fine, the second you’d mentioned not sleeping well he couldn’t help but think of the last time you’d mentioned something similar. Try as he might, the unwanted image of your sick and weakened form lying in bed and struggling for breath still occurred in his thoughts every so often. This was the first time it’d happened while you were standing in front of him, healthy and thriving. Lifting a random missive he absently tried to focus on it but cast it aside just as fast as he’d picked it up, unwilling and unable to retain any of the words on the paper. 

With a sigh he pinching the bridge of his nose and sat back again. You moved to the back of his seat and pushed it down, forcing it to recline at the lazy pace you’d set. When Doflamingo’s face was directly under yours you lightly tapped his forehead and waited to feel his stare from behind the dark lenses. “Same question to you; are you not sleeping?” 

“Course I am.”

“Okay fine, I’ll rephrase it: have you been sleeping well?” You asked, refusing to believe his relaxed grin for a second. 

“No, but then I never do.” Doflamingo chuckled, unbothered. He was used to his unrecommended sleeping habits that he’d had for countless years. Yes he found sleep, usually a couple hours at a time throughout the night with stretches of restlessness and tossing and turning sprinkled in between. Some nights he didn’t even sleep at all, deciding to just stay awake and work. It was very rare for him to have a full and restful night of uninterrupted slumber because almost without fail if he did fall asleep fast enough, some form of nightmare of his past or unsettled dreams that would swiftly wake him.

“What about when I fell asleep on you? Or when you had to hold me to ensure I slept?” You asked, the different incidences coming to your memory. “You seemed peaceful those times when I woke and you were still sleeping.” Doflamingo considered it for a minute. When you’d fallen asleep on him right here in the office because of heavy sleep deprivation, he had fallen asleep too not long after and awoken only when you did. Thinking back he had slept soundly then, just as he had when he’d held you to stop you feeling pain. Yes, he woke up throughout the night when the doctors came in to do their checks and apart from his vigilance on your changing condition he could silently admit in the sleep he had felt rested all the same. Doflamingo gave a small thoughtful hum and you smirked. “Regardless, your biggest issue is you’re too tense which is strange given how much you smile.”

“I’m not ‘too tense’ you’re imagining things.” Doflamingo chuckled, making a point to kick his feet up onto the desk and tuck his hands behind his head in a show of perfect ease. Still you stared at him expectantly and unconvinced. 

“I felt your neck the day the door hit me-”

“-by the servant-” Doflamingo tried to interject but you continued over him.

“-and you were tense. Bet the rest of your back is just as bad if not worse.”

“I’m fine, I’m in perfect shape and able to rule the country and command my subordinates as effectively as I always have.” Doflamingo dismissed your words while you took a breath and stepped away from the back of his chair.

“Okay. Understood.” You said with a little too much sweetness and acceptance in your tone. Before you moved too far, Doflamingo’s hand caught your wrist, immediately suspicious. His distrust only grew when you looked down to smile at him innocently. “Yes?”

“What? Why’re you dropping it so easily?”

“Because unlike you I’m not obsessive?” You asked calmly, your smile unmoving. “I just know not to push these types of topics. Especially for fragile egos that don’t want to admit they were wrong. You say you’re not tense? Then you’re not tense.” Doflamingo bit back the urge to snap that he didn’t have a fragile ego. He saw the bait being dangled in front of him, he saw the dangerous but playful challenge in your stare. You wanted to play? Fine. 

“I have no issue admitting I’m wrong when it actually happens, it’s just never happened of course but I welcome the opportunity.” He began smoothly, standing from his seat and releasing your wrist. “Go on then. Prove I’m too tense to sleep properly but even just trying is going to cost you.”

“What’s the price?” You asked warily, eyes narrowing at how smug he now seemed. 

“You have to spend more time with the family for a whole week; at least one meal a day. Oh and you have to talk, no sitting in silence.” Immediately your expression tensed. Doflamingo was truly a bastard when he wanted to be and setting the cost this high for just an attempt was proof of that. Still if you could prove you were right and he was wrong that meant you got gloating rights for life. That would make enduring the company of his ‘family’ worth it. Resolve steeling you adopted your sweet smile once more and held out your hand to shake it. Doflamingo paused for the smallest moment, pleasantly surprised at your dedication and willingness to do what was necessary. Grinning he took your hand into his and shook it firmly. 

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You allowed Doflamingo time to see to his urgent matters of the day before working on proving your point. By midday he’d finished and found you in your room softly playing the violin to pass the time. At the sound of the door opening and closing behind him you played the last note and jerked your head towards the bed. “Lie down.”

“Someone’s eager.” Doflamingo chuckled and did as you said, not fully lying down until you sat down on the mattress beside him. Lightly you pushed his shoulder and made him settle onto his stomach. He folded his arms under one of the pillows and turned his head to the side to watch you. 

Without hesitating you reached out, fingers moving against his neck and applying decent pressure against the knots you were right to assume were there. Slowly massaging and taking your time to work away the tension before moving on to his shoulders. Your lips quirked slightly when you felt Doflamingo sink a little more into the comfort of the mattress and heard his breathing shift into one of genuine calm. The tiny smile grew into a fully vindicated grin when you moved to the centre of his back where the largest knot of tensed muscle you’d felt yet was. Under your careful and diligent movements you heard a low, satisfied groan escape when it practically melted away. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were falling asleep…”

“So smug…annoying.” You couldn’t help but laugh at how his deep voice was now thick with grogginess. In a matter of seconds you removed the final point of tightness in his back and felt the subtle change and then heard the deep relaxed breaths as he fell over to sleep.

For hours there was no sign of Doflamingo in the palace. The servants and lower rank subordinates had initially been worried that their ruler was in his office, growing more and more uneasy that he could appear at any moment in a foul and murderous mood. If anything the silence was more stressful for them to contend with because they just had no way of knowing if Doflamingo was planning something and their imaginations immediately went to the most terrifying thoughts their creativity could conjure. It didn’t matter that you’d told them almost immediately that Doflamingo was just sleeping, they just couldn’t believe you and any that did at first, became distrustful when his rest stretched beyond the typical half hour he would normally have. It just seemed so unnatural to them.

When Doflamingo finally stirred he opened his eyes to the darkness of your room. Taking a long breath he rolled onto his back and slowly moved to sit up while his mind caught up to the current situation. This was the first time in a long time he’d actually slept for so long and so deeply. There had been no fitful dreams or nightmares, no slight disturbance or noise that would break through his subconscious and wake him. He felt rested and honestly he felt disgruntled because you were right. Looking around the room he saw you weren’t there and with a sigh he rose from the comfort of the bed and stepped out into the corridor, taking long casual strides towards the drawing room his family usually spent their time in before dinner. 

Entering the room he surveyed the scene of his family interacting. Everything looked the same as he always found except for the unexpected sight of you sitting opposite Diamanté with a chess board between you both. Trebol stood oppressively close to his fellow elite officer, laughing at how the man hesitated to make his next move. You sat perfectly relaxed, your eyes only drifting from the board to meet Doflamingo’s gaze when he stepped into the room. Immediately the others  sensed his presence and the conversations stopped, everyone looking to Doflamingo as he walked through the room, coming to a stop at the table and inspected the board. Immediately everyone else returned to their previous conversations, knowing not to mention their King’s absence for most of the day if he wasn’t going to. Diamanté was the first to address their master. “Dinner’s going to be ready soon, Doffy.”

“Good, I’m starving.” He grinned, looking to the officer. “What’s your next move Diamanté?”

“Don’t pressure him, he’s been stuck for ten minutes.” You finally spoke up to smile at the officer who’s mood had soured the longer the game had lasted because at first he believed you knew next to nothing about how to play. Doflamingo chuckled stepping around to stand behind your seat and watch. “Maybe a nap will help sharpen your mind? What do you think, Doffy?”

“Couldn’t do any harm.” Doflamingo grinned lightly squeezing your shoulder.

As agreed you joined the family for their dinner, your seat beside Doflamingo just as it had been during the pirate’s banquet so long ago. Just as you’d done while in the drawing room before Doflamingo woke up, you talked lightly with the family, engaged in conversation politely while also not being afraid of shutting them down when they overstepped in a comment or question you weren’t going to answer. You brought no attention to it but it did surprise you when they didn’t push or pry. When you shut those topics down, they swiftly moved to different conversations. 

It wasn’t complete torture but you were still relieved when the meal was over and you were heading towards your room, hoping you got as good a night’s sleep as you’d helped Doflamingo get. A long yawn built in your chest and you covered your mouth as you reached for the door to your room, only to stop when Doflamingo spoke up. “So what meal are you going to join everyone for tomorrow?”

“Breakfast. Better to get it out of the way first.” You explained with a smile as Doflamingo laughed. You stood in the open doorway of your room but didn’t fully enter, facing the man with an expectant look. “I’m still waiting to hear something from you.”

“And that would be?” Doflamingo stared at you, head tilted slightly in curiosity.

“You said you had no issue admitting you were wrong when it happened. Come on then.” Doflamingo let out a small huff and you smirked knowing he needed a little push. “No, you’re right we shouldn’t keep this between us. Let’s save your declaration for tomorrow at breakfast with the rest of the family present? Good idea. Night, Doffy.” You stepped inside and prepared to close the door only to blink in mild surprise when Doflamingo had already stepped inside and braced his hand against the wood to prevent it from closing you off from him. His free hand slipped around your waist and pulled you forward. 

“Fine.” Doflamingo uttered, a reluctant sigh building in his chest as he leant in. “You might have had a point and helped me sleep after all.”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a better way to phrase that sentiment.”

“So high maintenance…” Doflamingo tutted under his breath. “Fine. I was a little bit wrong.”

“So humble.” You smirked. “You’re welcome by the way.”

“You really are annoying when you’re smug. You know that?” Doflamingo chuckled, pressing a quick and unexpected kiss against your forehead before letting you go. “Go on, get to bed.”

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Doflamingo was pleasantly surprised to find that you kept up your side of the deal without complaint for the full week. You interacted with the family as he’d requested you would and had at least one meal a day with the full family. The family itself never drew any attention to the development even when some did cast you a curious look when you entered the dining room for the chosen meal you’d attend for the day. 

When the week was over he walked down the corridor and entered your room expecting to see you sitting at your table by the window. Instead he looked to see you still in bed, curled up against the covers and sleeping deeply. At the soft click of the door shutting he watched your eyes slowly crack open. Blearily you blinked and focused your gaze on his face. Yawning, you stretched out and pushed yourself to sit up in the bed. “Everyone missing me already?” You asked before stopping to yawn again. “Can’t they wait until lunchtime?”

“You’re going to continue dining with them?” Doflamingo asked as you relaxed against the pillows. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Seeing them try to work out why I’m there is entertaining. Might as well make the most out of their confusion while it lasts.” You shrugged lightly. Stretching one last time you reluctantly dragged yourself out of the bed, knowing that if you didn’t move now you would have probably risked falling to sleep again. Sitting down in your seat by the window, you said nothing as Doflamingo took his seat but you turned your head when he set a small envelope in front of you. You cast him a brief glance before lifting the envelope and opening it. 

You pulled out the thick and expensive card and read it over with a confused frown. “What’s this?”

“My invite to another pointless gathering of the Grand Line’s rich and powerful. Want to go?”

“You said you hated these kinds of things. Pointless and boring, remember?”

“Yes, I did say that and I stand by it.” Doflamingo nodded. “However you said you’ve never gotten to experience this kind of thing as a guest. So, what do you say?”

You looked down at the invitation once more. It was tempting, you weren’t going to lie. Silently you chewed your lower lip for a moment as you considered it. 

“When do we go?”  

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Finding You

Hello my lovelies, I'm back with a long-ass chapter. There is a lot of backstory so I'd make a cuppa tea, get cosy and dive in headstrong.

I must warn you, this may make some of you uncomfortable as there are mentions of murder and slavery. If you're sensitive to these topics, I'd skim through as best as you can but it is part of the story so I do apologise if this makes any of you uncomfortable.

As always please enjoy and I appreciate all your comments and love for this fic ❤️

Chapter 13 Previous Next

Leaving Zoro behind physically hurt you to your very core. The ache in your chest and the anger you felt surrounding your forced capture added to this. You couldn’t help but have the exact same thought keep going around and around in your head and it was driving you mad. 

‘He remembers me’

Every step you took was painful and even more so being taken somewhere you have no knowledge of and what he’s going to do to you. The sea-prism cuffs didn't help and made you feel sluggish and heavy. Whilst Enver initially captured you, he let two of his crew members take over for him, one being either side of you as they held your arms. You noticed Enver taking off the gloves he put on before touching you. You’d guessed that they were a precaution to avoid erasing memories on accident. You wondered what they were made of exactly to suppress it. 

After what felt like hours of trekking in reality was only a half hour and you found yourself back on the beach. You darted your eyes around and realised you were on the opposite side of the island where the Sunny was. You had hoped by looking around you would spot anyone of your nakama who you’d hoped would have escaped and were looking for you and Zoro. 

There was no sign of any life on this beach other than yourselves and with this your heart sank along with your thoughts of freedom. 

“Men, adjust Y/N cuffs to the front.” Enver ordered. You could hear the clamour of multiple swords readied in the instant you got lucky and this went horribly wrong. 

‘What a bunch of pussies’. You thought to yourself. 

One of the pirates came forward from the group that had been following behind, bringing the key and unlocking only one cuff, leaving the other on your wrist to keep the weakening effect on you. It did help to have your arms and cuffs at the front, the strain against your shoulders dissipating instantly and relief flooded you. 

The lackeys lead you up to the ship that Enver had sailed on. On first sight it's a huge vessel adorned mostly black with lines of silver outlining the areas where cannons were stored. It was immaculately kept but upon being forced onto the ship to gaze around the deck and its white wood finish and polish it felt cold and unwelcoming, almost miserable. You missed the tangerine trees and the garden already. 

‘The Thousand Sunny truly was the most beautiful and warming ship on the Grand Line’

You thought to yourself and then suddenly felt a hand on your back pushing you towards black coloured stairs that lead to below deck. Your heart thrummed with anxiety as the sun that had shone was slowly disappearing from your sight as you descended down the steps with dread. 

“Where ya wanna put her?” The lackey on your left asked. 

“In my office. Be careful with her.” Enver replied with a hint of warning in his tone clearly unhappy with how you were shoved earlier.

You were forced into his office and shoved into an arm chair opposite his large black wooden desk. The theme was consistent throughout the ship: black, white, grey and more depression. No colour, no life, no character. Just boring. Then again this guy seemed the type to suck the light out of you. 

You snorted to yourself at your own humor which caught the attention of Enver. 

“What's funny Y/N?” Enver questioned.

You immediately regretted not holding yourself back. You hated how you couldn’t keep a poker face and you were too expressional. You swallowed whatever saliva you could find in your dry mouth, your lips feeling cracked from the lack of water you regret not consuming more of earlier. 

“Nothing.” You answered curtly. 

Enver eyed you before taking a few short steps to stand in front of you and leaned down to be eye level to you. He was so close, you could feel the warmth of his skin and hear the sound of his breathing. 

“You wouldn’t happen to be laughing at me would you?” Enver interrogated. 

“n-No.” You mumbled back, you couldn’t sink back into the chair anymore to escape the closeness. 

“That's good Y/N…I don’t really appreciate being mocked by anyone or laughed at. The ones who did didn't have much left other than their basic abcs when I removed their memories. It was quite fun watching them squirm with confusion. I wouldn’t wanna have to do that to you now.” Enver cautioned before grinning wide and moving away to go sit at his desk. You could feel your own sweat roll down your back with the threat he made to you. 

You had to be more careful.

“You can all go and leave me and Y/N to be together to start planning our future together. Please prepare her room and food with drinks for us.” Enver ordered before his crew dispersed to carry out their orders. You watched them leave one by one and all that was left was you and him in the same room. You looked down at your lap, refusing to look at him. You felt sick to your stomach and looking at him would just make you more angry. 

All you could hear was his chair creaking and if you really strained your ears the sound of the ocean through the walls of the room. 

“You’re probably wondering who I am and why you’re here?” Enver broke the silence. 

You wanted to kill him, you didn’t care who he was or why he looked so familiar. 

“Go on.” You mumbled now looking up at him with caution.

Enver pulled the drawer of his desk, pulling a piece of paper out before closing the drawer, standing up from his chair and walking back to stand in front of you. He lifted the paper to present it to you and as you looked you concluded it was a picture. You furrowed your brows as you saw it was a school picture, a class of about 20 students. You saw some of your classmates including Lily…and then you saw yourself standing awkwardly next to her. You couldn’t have been older than 12 years old and seeing this picture you couldn’t even remember taking this but it exists so this had to have happened.

“Does this look familiar to you?” Enver questioned. You hesitated but nodded quietly in compliance.

He nodded before pointing at a little boy on the far back of the picture. 

“Do you recognise him?” 

You did your best to look as carefully as possible. The little boy he pointed at was small, scrawny and pale. The clothes on his body looked oversized and he hadn’t eaten enough to fill them properly. You closed your eyes for a brief moment to try and scour all your memories, it took a bit of time but it finally clicked. 

You were remembering one faint memory being brought back.

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‘Shimotsuki Village, aged 12 at Suki Middle School.

You were walking to your next class with Lily, you’d been laughing at something she had been telling you until your attention was caught on a young boy who was being beaten up by a group of boys. 

You could see how small he was and your heart ached at the sight. You usually wouldn’t get involved with anything that would make you the centre of attention, the idea of multiple eyes on you would cause instant self-suffocation to your lungs. But seeing how helpless the boy was laid on the floor, something snapped in you and you pushed down all those feelings you had. 

You couldn’t watch this continue, you had to step in. 

“GET OFF HIM.” You screamed before pushing the boys off of him. You looked down to see the poor boy's face all bruised and bloodied. He looked so frail you were sure they’d bruised a few ribs. You crouched down in front of him to prevent any further attacks.

“Aww Y/N do you have a crush on him? Is he your boyfriend?” One of the bullies taunted and the others were laughing with him. 

“I’m gonna give you 5 seconds to get out of my sight.” 

“Or what?”

“SO HELP ME GOD IF YOU DON’T GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE I WILL KICK YOUR ASS FROM HERE TO THE NORTH POLE NOW LEAVE!” You screamed. The bullies were taken aback by your explosive behaviour and other students that were surrounding you. Your voice caught the attention of your English teacher who had hurriedly come out of your homeroom and looked over the scene and the bloodied little boy before quickly piecing together the situation.

“You four, to the principal's off NOW! Y/N, please take him to the nurses office.” You nodded, reaching down to grab the boy by his arm and take him away whilst your teacher dealt with the culprits. Lily went with your teacher to recount what she saw as a witness to solidify that they were tormenting the boy and you’d stepped in to help. 

You reached the nurses office, knocked on the door and heard a ‘come in’ echo through the wood. You opened the door and when the nurse saw the boy she jumped into gear to tend to his wounds. She took him to the bed to sit down and began cleaning the blood off his face. As she revealed more of his face, you could see his cheeks were sunken in, his eyes were gaunt from what you assume was a lack of sleep and dry lips that had a split down the middle. 

“You don’t have to stay, I can take it from here.” The nurse looked and assured you. 

You hesitated for a moment and you decided before leaving to approach the boy to get his attention. The boy looked up and you could see his eyes were large with fear. 

“I’m sorry they did that to you, no one deserves that. I can definitely see a better and happier future for you.” You spoke with a warm smile.

The boy said nothing but you could see the tension in his shoulders relax and with this you turned and walked out of the office. 

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You furrowed your brows, your eyes looking up from the photo to focus on Enver who was staring at you with anticipation.

“You were the boy I helped…” You confirmed. 

“Indeed that was me.” Enver confirmed with a wide grin. 

“Why don't I remember seeing you after that day?” You asked as you tried to figure out why you’d forgotten that memory and why on earth he would be holding you hostage if you helped him.

“Because you didn’t. I was taken out of school by my parents who found so much pleasure in beating me senseless and the village was starting to notice all the unusual bruising on my body so they decided to leave before things got out of hand..” Envers' smile never wavered. 

Your heart dropped at the thought of anyone who would beat their own children. You were nervous at the thought of having any children of your own and you felt a sense of sadness for those who prayed for children and never had any. You couldn’t understand why those who were fortunate to have them would subdue them to suffer either physically, mentally or financially. 

You had your own issues with your father, he had times where he was an absolute asshole but he’d never laid a hand on you. His words sometimes hurt more than getting sliced by a katana. 

“Don’t feel bad, no one could have helped me anyways.” Enver assured you, your internal guilt definitely showcased in your current expression. 

“Do you wanna know a secret? Not even my crew knows this.” Enver asked. You were puzzled at the randomness, looking into his eyes you saw nothing but darkness as he grinned down at you. His behaviour definitely stemmed from his upbringing, that was evident.

 Enver leaned in closer to reach your ear and whispered: 

“I killed my parents.” 

You were struggling to keep a poker face and maintain normal breathing after hearing his confession. He chuckled at your reaction and leaned away but not too far so he could continue his confession. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. Why would I do such a despicable thing to the one person who showed me kindness? It was either I keep being beaten until I die or I kill them and live for you. You were the only thing keeping me going.” Enver mumbled as he took his hand and barely let his fingertip touch your cheek. You wanted to get away from his touch but feared that he may snap in this state so you were forced to allow it. 

“It was a few days after they took me away and all I could think about was you. All I wanted was to find you and tell you how grateful I am that you saw me as more than worthless garbage. My parents were punishing me for getting beat up by those bullies and chose the method of starving me. Have you ever felt pure starvation and how painful it is? I could physically feel myself withering away. I truly believe the only nourishment I was getting and how I survived for so long was the thought of you that kept me full. 

“My sole focus was to survive so I could one day see you again. I looked at my parents who clearly didn’t give a shit about me and I decided to one night go into the kitchen, grab a knife, enter their room and whilst they slept I slit their throats one by one. I then stabbed them multiple times in all parts of their body to make sure they were dead. I must admit thinking back it was very satisfying watching the life of the people who you thought loved you leave their body. I took all the money they had, the little belongings I had to my name and left. I lit a match and watched the place burn before walking away to start my new life.” 

Enver paused, reaching for the glass of water on his desk and taking a sip with a quiet gasp of refreshment before putting it back and continuing. 

“I once wanted to be a marine, I wanted to be a proud man with a proud job to protect the people. I learned quickly that the human beings we share this world with were not worth protecting. I was shoved, abused, ignored and alone by the very people I wanted to protect from evil. I want humans to suffer as much as I did. I ended up going down the path of being a pirate; I found joy in being selfish and only striving for myself and found pirates were the only honourable ones roaming this forsaken planet. 

“I was 15 and learning the ropes of being a pirate, I was a novice and was bringing in treasure we had looted from a rich family on the island of Jervoyah. As I brung in the last box, a thought called for me to open the box. I was hesitant but the same thought was tormenting me, it was getting louder. I can still hear it in my ears to this day. I caved and when I opened it I saw a swirly yellow looking fruit. I was confused as to why this was considered treasure and thought that we’d brought in something from the kitchen and without much thought I ate it. It tasted absolutely vile and did nothing to satisfy me. 

“The next morning, the captain I was serving was furious that the fruit was missing. He shouted and screamed which eventually forced a confession out of me. He went to punch me and before he could reach my face out of fear I pushed my hand out to touch him and suddenly he stopped. He looked around as if he’d never seen a single person in front of him and then apologised for being on the wrong ship and left.” 

Enver had to stop and laugh, wiping a tear that almost trudged down his cheek before clearing his throat to continue his monologue. 

“The rest of the ship looked at me with such fear, shit I was afraid of myself. I had no idea what I’d eaten and I ended up going back to that box and found a piece of paper with the words; Wipe Wipe no Mi. I had never heard of Devil fruits and having to spend years honing how to use it I learned it was the key to gaining all of my success as a captain of my own crew and furthermore power and respect.

“A few years had passed and I decided it was time to finally pay a visit to Shimotsuki Village to find you. I was so excited to see you, every day I dreamt of it. I wore my best suit, best cologne and had my crew in full support of finally going to get my gal. When I landed, I asked every local for your whereabouts. I was grateful you hadn’t left the village but when I found you with…him my heart dropped. I’d learned quickly that you and Roronoa were getting married and I did not like that one bit.” Enver spoke darkly, his fist was now balled and you could practically see the anger in his chest build up.

“I went back to my crew seething, destroyed half of my office and in that moment after seeing all the chaos I realised the only solution was to take you and have you learn to love me. So I devised a cunning plan that I would allow your wedding to happen, fight Roronoa, wipe his memory and he would disappear leaving you heartbroken and alone. I was ready to go back and introduce myself to find you had disappeared to look for him. You were not easy to find and I bet it has to do with that deliciously valuable Devil fruit of yours.” Enver licked his lips as he eyed you from top to bottom.

Your heart was overflowing with pain, anger and hurt that he spent all this time just to believe he could force you to love him. It was in that moment you realised that pricks psychotic behaviour was going to be the death of you if you didn’t escape him. 

“And finally what brought us today was a lovely tip off from some people I hired on the side to keep tabs on your ship in the instant I lost sight of your ship and when I saw you glistening under the sun on that island, I just knew today would be the day I could have you to myself.” Enver finished, sighing with glee before walking back to his desk to return the picture to his place in his draw. 

“I know it's hard but I promise you will be really happy with me. You just have to give it time. I planned every little part of our lives from our wedding to our honeymoon which might I say I’m very much looking forward to.” Enver chuckled, fixing the front of his pants which you had to fight back a groan of disgust. 

You thanked the stars at the sound of a knock at the door. A quick ‘come in’ from Enver and a pirate opening the door with a silver tray with two plates of food and two glasses of red wine. You had absolutely no appetite after hearing the shit that spewed out of this man.

“Dinners ready. And the girls room is ready too.” 

“Excellent, please leave the food at my desk. Send me a few of our female slaves ready to bathe and tend to Y/N.” Enver ordered, the pirate nodded before leaving the tray on his desk as ordered and leaving the room to make preparations. 

‘Slaves? Female slaves?’ 

Enver picked up one of the plates with a silver fork and reapproached you. He dragged one of his chairs to sit in front of you. He pieced together a bite of what looked like salmon, sweet potato and broccoli into one manageable bite. 

“My love you must be absolutely starving. Open up.” 

You so badly wanted to spit in his face, you wanted to roar and cause absolute chaos. You simply couldn’t. You had to play this smart as the stakes were high and you knew your crew would find you again. You had to live for them and for Zoro. You unwillingly opened your mouth whilst glaring at him. 

“Good girl.” Enver gleamed before preparing the next bite. The food in your mouth was warm and flavourful. As much as you had no appetite you knew you had to sustain yourself. You forced the food down and accepted the next bite with no change to your glare. 

The food was cleared and you weren’t sure how the timing was always impeccable on this bloody ship but another knock on the door found the mentioned female slaves coming in one by one. You had to hold back a gasp at how feeble and small they looked. There were three slaves: the one at the front with a pale complexion was ginger, the other brunette with a tan complexion and the last was blonde that was evidently albino. You could see how sunken in their ribs were and how thin their white, practically transparent garments were that left nothing to the imagination. You noticed they were collared with explosives, you remembered seeing a picture in the newspaper sometime ago that was taken in Marie Jois and remembered seeing the Celestial Dragons had kept their slaves in these collars. 

A woman's glow and freedom is a woman's pride and all you could see was the remaining shadow of their being and acceptance of their demise. Your heart sunk in sadness seeing them and internally promised yourself you would free them in any way you could. 

“Ladies good evening, please take good care of my future bride. Work around those cuffs, they are not to come off under any circumstance. Defy me and you know what the punishment is.” Enver ordered coldly, his previous excitement was replaced with the shadow of a dictator. 

The women nodded before reaching you and picking you up softly. As you were about to exit the room and be away from him, you could hear his throat clearing to speak again. You really wished he would shut up. 

“Before you leave, I just want to say I know you’re going to be very happy here with me my love.” 

You rolled your eyes and continued your way out with the other women. 

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“You got a great classmate there.” The nurse smiled at him before finishing up bandaging him and taking her notepad to write down the details of what she did. 

“Could you just confirm your name please?” The nurse asked. 

“Enver.” The boy answered as he kept looking at the door where you’d left and his eyes that were filled with anxiety and fear were now replaced with gleam and hope. He had long accepted that he would die young at the hands of his abusive parents but after meeting you, he knew that his future had to have you in it. 

‘Y/N..what a lovely name.’ Enver thought to himself as he grinned looking forward to having you by his side in his future.

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🫶🏻 PLSS HELP I'M LOOKING FOR ONE PIECE FANFICTION RECS!!! 😭

Like i'm really starving for it huhuhu it's been a long time since i read a good one. And I've been rereading ffs for months HAHHAHAHA

Anything will do! You can recommend based on the tags but there are just some ships (not on the tags) i don't read at all.

And i would just like to avoid smut/lemons 😶 but i guess you can recommend it too, i'll read it if i can.

I'm not that into AUs but if it's really intriguing or I'm really curious, I'll read it.

It can be a one-shot, short, or long.

Angst, fluff, dark, found family, Comedic, Romance, hurt, comfort, redemptions, fix-it, canon divergent, alternative outcome, time travel, reaction-fic, etc.

THANKYOUUUU 💌

[inseobts]

hello!!! I’ve never asked for a request before so this is so strange but I love your writing ❤️

I was wondering if you could write something with Zoro X Reader where the reader gets injured badly in a fight and zoro is also too injured to carry her back to the ship. So he has to entrust Sanji to carry her back for him. Maybe there is a light bit of teasing between the two men but ultimately they care about their crew mate more than petty fighting. Hope I explained that well and once again love your work.

Bruised Egos

zoro x reader

a/n: thank youuuu!! hope you'll like this eheh

words count: 2.2k

tags: hurt/comfort, sanji & zoro friendship (reluctant), established relationship, injured reader, protective zoro

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The smoke clears just enough to make out the wreckage of the battlefield. Bodies lie scattered, groaning or out cold. Blood paints the ground, most of it not yours, but the gash across your side is too deep for pride, and you’re only staying upright because Zoro’s shoulder props you up.

“Shit…” you breathe, slumping “That bastard nearly cracked my spine.”

Zoro hisses through clenched teeth “You shouldn’t have taken that hit.”

You try to laugh, but it catches in your throat, half cough, half whimper “Wasn’t trying to. Thought you had my back.”

“I did have your back,” he growls, voice low “He just went through me first.”

You look up. Zoro’s bleeding from the temple, his shirt ripped, a deep fresh cut across his chest. One arm hangs limp at his side. His swords are sheathed, but his breathing’s all wrong. Shaky. Strained.

You know that look.

“Zoro… you can’t carry me.”

“I’m not leaving you here.”

“And I’m not walking. I can’t feel my legs, babe.”

His jaw tightens. You see the war happening in his head. His pride screams to fix it himself, but his body’s failing. You lean your forehead against his, voice soft.

“You gotta call someone to help.”

Zoro’s silent.

Then a voice cuts through the haze like a damn knife.

“Ohhh no. No, no, no. This is bad. This is very bad.”

Sanji.

His boots skid to a stop in the dirt, one sleeve torn, bruises darkening his jaw. He crouches beside you, worry etched across his face “Ma chérie, what the hell happened to you? You’re—you’re—”

“I’m not dying” you murmur, almost amused.

“She’s not dying,” Zoro snaps, shooting Sanji a glare “But she can’t move. I can’t carry her.”

Sanji’s brows shoot up “So you’re actually asking me for help?”

Zoro doesn’t respond. He just glares harder.

“Oh my god,” Sanji gasps theatrically, placing a hand over his heart “Roronoa Zoro, Pirate Hunter, is entrusting me with his precious, injured girlfriend. The world is ending.”

“I will end your world if you drop her.”

You groan, head lolling back “Guys. Not the time.”

Sanji immediately sobers “Right. Sorry.” He leans in, his tone gentler now “This is gonna hurt, but I’ll be careful.”

Zoro grabs his wrist before he touches you “If you get weird, even a little, I’ll know.”

Sanji rolls his eyes, but there’s a flicker of something honest under the dramatics “She’s hurt, moss-for-brains. Not my type when she’s bleeding out.”

You snort despite the pain “Wow. Thanks.”

Zoro lets go of Sanji’s wrist, reluctantly.

Sanji carefully hooks his arms under your knees and back, lifting you with surprising steadiness. You flinch, but he adjusts, murmuring apologies the entire time. You can feel Zoro’s gaze burning into the both of you.

“Hey” you whisper to Zoro, reaching your hand out.

He grabs it instantly, squeezing it tight “I’ll be right behind you.”

Sanji shifts your weight, starting toward the ship “Take your time, mosshead. Wouldn’t want you to collapse on the way and make me carry you too.”

Zoro mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot like “dead chef walking.”

But you hear it too, beneath the insults, under the tension, is trust.

And for now, that’s enough.

“Chopper!”

Sanji’s voice bounces off the twisted trees of the island interior. He cradles you tighter against his chest, eyes scanning for movement “Come on, little reindeer, now’s not the time to play scavenger.”

Zoro limps behind, every step deliberate. He’s pale under the dirt and blood, his knuckles clenched tight. He hasn’t spoken in minutes, not since you stopped answering him.

You groaned once. Then your head lolled against Sanji’s shoulder. And now nothing.

“She’s out cold,” Sanji mutters, almost to himself “Breathing’s shallow. I don’t like this.”

Zoro stops walking “Let me see her.”

Sanji glances back “We don’t have time to switch carriers, dumbass. You can barely stand.”

Zoro doesn’t budge “I said, let me see her.”

Reluctantly, Sanji kneels and shifts your weight slightly so Zoro can crouch beside him. Zoro brushes hair away from your face, his hand trembling just enough to notice.

“Hey. Y/N.” His voice is low now, barely audible “You with me?”

Your eyelids don’t flutter. Your lips are pale.

Sanji watches him, surprised at the way Zoro’s hand lingers on your cheek.

“She’s tougher than she looks,” Sanji offers gently “She’ll pull through.”

“She better,” Zoro mutters, eyes locked on your face “I didn’t fight off three of these monsters just to watch her pass out in the dirt.”

Sanji lets him have a moment before standing again “Let’s move. We’re no good to her like this.”

Zoro stands too, but he’s slower now. His entire right leg is dragging slightly.

“You’re falling apart,” Sanji notes, voice tinged with both sarcasm and concern “Need me to carry you next?”

Zoro snorts “I’d rather be buried.”

“Wouldn't be the first time I carry you... But suit yourself, marimo.”

Sanji adjusts his hold on you again, but more carefully this time. You’re burning up now, your body swinging between chills and heat.

“You’re holding her like she’s made of glass” Zoro points out.

“She is right now,” Sanji snaps “You want me to drop her?”

“You’d be dead before she hit the ground.”

“Romantic,” Sanji mutters “Just say you love her and let’s go.”

Zoro doesn’t answer. His silence says everything.

They stumble into a clearing and Sanji spots Chopper.

“Chopper!” Zoro bellows.

The doctor turns, eyes wide “What happened?! Oh no, oh no—is that blood?”

Sanji doesn’t waste time. He kneels, laying you gently on the nearest blanket “She passed out a few minutes ago. Deep gash on her side. Internal bleeding, maybe. She hasn’t opened her eyes.”

Zoro drops beside you, his whole body stiff with tension “She was conscious right after the fight. Talking. Then she just… went quiet.”

Chopper’s already on it, gloves on, stethoscope out “Stay back, both of you. Let me work.”

Sanji pulls Zoro a few steps back. They both stand in silence for a moment, watching Chopper work with rapid, practiced hands.

“She’s gonna make it,” Sanji says quietly “She has to.”

Zoro glances at him, exhausted “If she doesn’t, I’ll kill you.”

Sanji rolls his eyes “You really know how to make a guy feel comforted.”

Zoro’s lip twitches, and for a second, just a second, Sanji sees something close to gratitude behind his usual scowl.

You stir, faintly, the barest motion of fingers twitching.

Zoro immediately drops to your side “Hey. Hey, hey—look at me.”

Your lips move, dry and cracked “…Zoro?”

He exhales like he’s been holding his breath for an hour “Yeah. I’m here. You fainted like an idiot. Don’t do that again.”

Chopper’s already at your other side “She’s stable now. But she needs rest. And stitches.”

“Ugh,” you murmur “Don’t let Sanji near my stitches.”

“I would never,” Sanji huffs from behind you “Though I was tempted to draw little hearts around the bandages.”

Zoro glares “Try it. I dare you.”

You crack a weak smile “You guys are… the worst.”

But your voice is soft, and your fingers curl weakly around Zoro’s sleeve. And that’s enough to keep him from collapsing himself.

You dream in flashes. Smoke. Pain. Arms under you. A soft voice murmuring apologies. The scent of cigarette smoke and flour. Something warm against your forehead.

Then everything fades into darkness.

When you wake up, it’s to the low creak of wood, the soft hum of the Sunny rocking beneath you. The room smells like clean linen, alcohol, and the ocean. You’re warm, safe. Your side aches like hell, but your brain is clear enough now to register that you’re alive, and tucked neatly into the infirmary’s bed.

Your fingers twitch. A shadow stirs beside the bed.

Zoro.

He’s slumped in a chair, arms folded across his chest, chin dipped low like he fell asleep mid-glare. One foot taps slightly, and there’s a fresh bandage wrapped around his bicep.

You blink slowly. Then whisper, hoarse, “…Zoro?”

He snaps awake so fast the chair nearly tips backward “You’re up?”

You nod, barely. Your throat’s dry, but you manage, “Feels like I got hit by a sea train.”

“You did,” he grumbles. He leans forward, his hand gripping the edge of the mattress like if he doesn’t hold on, you might disappear “Don’t scare me like that again.”

“You were scared?”

He looks away, cheeks faintly tinged “No.”

You smile weakly.

There’s a long pause. Then you whisper, “Can you… get Sanji?”

Zoro freezes “What?”

“I wanna thank him. I just remember… being carried. He was gentle. He smelled like pastries.” You grin sleepily “Like a knight or something.”

Zoro stares at you. His eye twitches “A knight.”

“Mmhmm. My… chevalier in shining apron.”

“Oh, hell no.”

You giggle weakly, and he scowls even harder.

Zoro mutters something about “damn curly-brow” and “should’ve let me carry her and pass out instead” but he gets up anyway, muttering all the way to the door. He yanks it open and yells down the hall:

“HEY, LOVE-COOK! YOUR DAMN PRINCESS WOKE UP AND WANTS HER SHINING FRENCH-FRIED KNIGHT!”

You wheeze a laugh and immediately regret it as pain lances up your side.

“Ugh—ow. Ow. Okay. Worth it.”

Zoro glares at you “Not funny.”

You grin “A little funny.”

Moments later, Sanji slides into the room with a flourish, one hand to his heart, the other holding a steaming mug of tea.

“Ma belle, you called for your humble rescuer?”

Zoro groans “Kill me.”

Sanji kneels beside your bed dramatically “I brought tea, special blend for pain and recovery. Also, you’re glowing even with dried blood and stitches. How do you do it?”

You take the tea, sipping carefully “Thanks, Sanji. Seriously. I don’t remember much, but I remember you carrying me. You felt safe.”

Sanji softens instantly, all flair dropping “Any time. You’re our crewmate, our family. I’d carry you through a burning building if I had to.”

Zoro mumbles, “Burning kitchen, maybe. Not a building.”

Sanji ignores him.

“Still,” you murmur, “you were… really sweet. Thank you.”

Zoro groans louder “That’s it. I’m throwing myself overboard.”

Sanji smirks “What’s the matter, mosshead? Jealous?”

Zoro doesn’t answer. He just sits back down and crosses his arms, glowering at the wall like it insulted him.

You reach out with a small smile, grabbing his hand. He looks over, still sulking, but your fingers tug his down.

You mouth, thank you.

He doesn’t smile, but his thumb brushes across your knuckles. Just once.

Sanji rises “Alright. I’ll let you two lovebirds bicker in peace. But next time she needs rescuing, I’m bringing rose petals.”

“I’ll bring my swords.”

“Romantic!”

The door clicks shut behind Sanji.

Zoro sighs, muttering, “Chevalier my ass…”

You smile and lean back “You’re still my favorite swordsman.”

He grunts. But his hand never leaves yours.

You watch him in silence until he speaks.

“Still thinking about your chevalier?”

You smile faintly “Still sulking about it?”

He glances at you “I’m not sulking.”

“You’re absolutely sulking.”

He scowls “I just don’t like the way you looked at him in his arms.”

“I was out of it. I don’t even remember much. But something about the way he held me felt safe. And soft. And dumb, and warm. I was so out of it that at some point I even thought for sure it was you.” You smirk “Turns out it was the one who wears suits to jungle battles.”

Zoro huffs “You’re comparing me to that frilly cook?”

You nod slowly, eyes closing for a moment “Mhm.”

Zoro grunts “Tch. Dumb.”

But then he leans forward, and you feel his callused hand brush your arm, slow and deliberate. His voice softens, just a little.

“You scared me, you know.”

You open your eyes again “Yeah?”

“You dropped so fast. One minute, you were teasing me. Next… nothing. Just a dead weight in curly-brow’s arms. I couldn’t do a damn thing.”

His hand closes around yours. Not possessive, just grounded. Steady.

“I thought maybe I’d lost you.”

You shift your fingers to lace with his “You didn’t.”

“I almost did.”

“But you didn’t...” you repeat gently, tugging his hand until he leans a little closer “You were there. Even if you couldn’t carry me, you stayed. That means more to me than anything.”

Zoro stares at you, unreadable. Then, slowly, he leans in and presses his forehead to yours.

For a long, quiet moment, you just breathe each other in.

No bravado. No teasing. Just warmth. Just him.

Eventually, you murmur, “You know… I might ask Sanji to carry me again.”

Zoro pulls back with a look.

You smir “Kidding.”

Zoro shakes his head, standing up with a low groan, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

“You’re lucky you’re injured,” he mutters “Or I’d drop-kick you off the deck.”

“Romantic” you whisper.

He smirks, just slightly.

Zoro pulls the chair closer to your bedside, sits again, and this time, he doesn’t fold his arms or pretend he’s not watching you sleep.

When your eyes finally drift closed, his hand is still wrapped around yours. Firm. Protective. Unmoving.

Sanji might have carried you.

But Zoro never let go.

[lowkeycasanova]

we can share one seat

plot: you and ace just can't wait until you get home, can you?

portgas d ace x afab!reader

smut// car sex, riding, protected!sex (wrap it up folks), cursing

modern au sort of?

word count: 2.2k

this has been sitting in my drafts for the longest and then I kept hearing "sports car" by tate mcrae and then I got inspired to finish it lol

The road is quiet, the sky painted in charcoal as the sun long disappeared. Streetlights glide past the windows in rhythmic flashes. The car hums beneath you, the only sound accompanying it being the rap song playing through the speakers from his phone—something that fills the silence without interrupting it.

You sit in the passenger seat. Ace has his left hand steady on the wheel, his right relaxed on his thigh, tapping faintly to the music. His eyes are locked on the road, expression calm and focused. There’s a bit of moonlight catching the side of his face, highlighting his jawline, the furrow of his brow, the quiet confidence in how he drives.

And God—he looks good like that.

You watch him, biting the inside of your cheek, warmth spreading low in your stomach. It wasn’t even supposed to be like this. You were just heading home after a long day out. But something about the way his hand grips the steering wheel, the way his forearm flexes with every turn, and how completely in control he looks—it’s driving you crazy.

You break the silence, voice smooth, just a little sultry.

“You always look this good when you drive, or is this just for me?”

Ace glances over at you with a half-smile, raising a brow. His voice is casual, teasing back.

“Didn’t realize driving was a turn on for you.”

You grin and lean a little closer, elbow resting on the center console, your fingers lightly brushing the inside of his forearm. Slow, casual...intentional.

"Only when you're the one doing it."

"Yeah?" he laughed under his breath, low and rough.

You reached out and traced your fingers lightly over his right hand, then down to his inner thigh. Your nails skimmed along, just enough to make him aware.

"Mmhmm, there's just something about it."

Ace exhaled slowly through his nose. His hand twitched but he remained focused.

"You're playing with fire." he muttered.

"I'm used to the heat. But I bet you're already thinking about it, huh? Me climbing over the console, straddling your lap, kissing your neck."

He clenched his jaw, his hand flexing into a fist.

You grinned.

Your fingers brushed along his thigh and danced up to his waistband. He was tense under your touch, holding back, trying to fight it.

"Bet you'd lose control real quick." you teased. "You wouldn't make it ten minutes before you-"

He suddenly reached out and grabbed your wrist. Not roughly, but just enough to keep it where it was.

Then, without a word, he let go and reached toward the center console, flipping it open with one hand. His eyes stayed on the road, but he felt around with quick, purposeful movements. You frowned slightly, confused.

“What are you—”

He shut the console with a quiet click, then leaned over just enough to tug open the little compartment on your side. Still nothing. His jaw tightened.

"Fuck."

And then-without warning-he made a sharp turn, flicking the blinker and swerving smoothly off the freeway exit.

You jolted slightly from the sudden shift, heart skipping a beat.

“Wait, where are we going?”

His tone was low, a little strained, but calm.

“Store.”

“…store?”

“Store,” he repeated, eyes still on the road, voice tight. “Before I do something stupid and raw.”

**

When you got there, it was fifteen minutes to closing. You nearly tripped over your own two feet trying to keep up with his strides going in.

You two stumbled into the store. The music overhead seemed louder due to not many people inside. You grabbed a hold of his hand, interlocking your fingers with his. Ace, with his trademarked grin, led the way with a determined look in his eyes.

Upon reaching the aisle that held the sexual wellness items, he stopped in front of the display of condoms.

He pursed his lips together as he scanned the shelves. With your other hand, you lightly caressed his arm, feeling the veins that were visible. You were always a sucker for his arms.

In a second, he finally grabbed a box off the shelf. He turned to you as his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Got it. Let's go."

Given that the store was closing soon, the only person working among the many registers was a young woman. She looked tired or bored or both and barely glanced up from her phone. Ace made a beeline to her and you suddenly felt a wave of anxiety. He placed the box onto the conveyor belt with such casualness and the sound of the box made the woman look up.

You squeezed his fingers and your eyes began darting around, wishing you'd grabbed something else to make the purchase less conspicuous. Maybe some gum, a magazine, anything to divert attention away from the lone item. Or maybe having gone to self-checkout instead.

The cashier took notice of the two of you with an unreadable expression and you felt your cheeks heat up, imagining what the girl must be thinking. If Ace felt any type of way, he didn't show it, maintaining a cool composure.

"Just this." he said, breaking the silence.

"Find everything okay?" the woman asked and scanned the box with indifference.

"Yes, thank you."

The woman told him the total and he put his card in the machine, his hand still gripping yours, confidence never faltering.

"Have a good night." she mumbled and handed him his purchase in a bag.

"Thanks! You too!" he replied, his voice bright.

Once outside, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"That was so awkward." you exclaimed.

Ace chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. "Nah, it was fine. Besides," he added a wink, "We got what we need."

You smiled, feeling the embarrassment melt away with each step to the car, pretending not to enjoy the sight of him stalking back with that lazy power in his stride and the small bag crumpled in his grip.

Ace clicked the door unlocked. You slipped into the passenger seat and expected him to open the driver's door, but he had other plans.

He was already sliding into the backseat.

You blinked. "What are you doing?"

He let a second go by before answering. He just looked at you, eyes dark, lips parted in a smirk.

"Get back here."

His gaze held yours, until something in you cracked.

Without a word, you opened the door again and climbed out. he watched him move—your usual confidence undercut now by something hungrier, more urgent. You opened the back door and stepped in, and the moment it shut behind you, you were already beginning to straddle his hips.

“I know that look,” you whispered against his lips. “You were dying in there.”

Ace didn’t deny it. His hands found your hips, gripping tightly as he settled into the seat, legs spread just enough for you to slide right into his lap. His mouth met yours in a kiss that was nothing like the playful banter from earlier—this one was hungry. Deep. His fingers dug into your thighs, dragging you closer, until there was no space left between your bodies.

“You started it,” he muttered against your mouth.

“Gonna finish it, too,” you breathed, already rolling your hips slow and deliberate against him, feeling just how worked up he was beneath his jeans.

Ace groaned softly, eyes fluttering shut for a second. His hands slipped under your shirt, the heat of his palms searing against your skin.

You grinned, your lips brushing the edge of his jaw.

The windows were tinted, the streetlights just far enough to cast the interior in shadows. The lot was quiet. Just a few scattered cars but no one close by at all. The world outside faded—because all you saw was him.

**

Your skin burned, heat radiating from every inch of your body as your hips moved against his, nails pressing into the thick muscle of his chest, while his hands clutched your thighs with enough force to leave a mark.

"Just like that," he murmured, voice low and full of want, his gaze drifting over your face, lingering on your chest, then lower, before rising again with slow reverence.

His hair was a tousled mess,

His expression caught somewhere between awe and desperation. The scruff growing along his jaw only added to the rough allure that made your breath catch.

A moan slipped out of you, uncontained, as he filled you so completely your spine curved in response. The cool air drifting in from outside brushed against your damp skin, a sharp contrast to the heat building as you lifted your hips and sank back down on him, over and over, the sound of his low groan vibrating between your bodies.

“Baby,” he warned, voice gravelly and thick, like a touch that grazed every part of you. “Shit… fuck.” His eyes fluttered back, teeth digging into his bottom lip, before he found your gaze again like he couldn’t stand the idea of not seeing you.

“You feel…so good,” you managed, the words catching on a shaky breath.

You rolled your hips with purpose, breathless from how deeply he filled you. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, spiritual, all-consuming. He reached parts of you no one else ever had, mending every rough edge, every ache. When he was like this-inside you, wrapped around you, consuming your every sense-it felt like he was made for you. And you for him.

His palms slid upward, gripping your hips and guiding your movements with gentle insistence. They traveled across your waist, up your ribs, along your curves, stopping briefly to squeeze and hold, until finally reaching your neck.

"Yeah?" he whispered, watching you with dark, hungry eyes as both your mouths parted with a shared moan.

He applied the slightest pressure-careful, controlled. His thumbs brushed just under your jaw while his hips bucked up, chasing more depth, more contact, more of you. You didn’t know if you moved first or if he pulled you down, but suddenly your faces were inches apart, noses brushing, breath mingling. His grip was perfect—firm enough to thrill, gentle enough to trust.

“So damn gorgeous,” he groaned, his hips taking over, thrusts deep and focused as you hovered at the edge of climax. “Give it to me,” he growled, grip tightening slightly, his eyes burning into yours.

It was like you shattered.

Stars erupted behind your eyelids as your moan broke in your throat, your entire body trembling violently. He leaned up to kiss you, drinking in every sound, every shiver, every twitch of your hips as he helped you ride it out.

His hand loosened around your neck, and he kissed you like he was trying to taste the pleasure on your tongue.

His encouragement came in heated whispers—“That’s it, you’re doing so good, don’t stop…”—his voice as smooth and sweet as honey, drawing you higher and higher.

He stayed with you through it all, his arms around you, chest pressed against yours, holding you like he never wanted to let go. His kisses were slow and soft against your lips as your body gave out, heavy and breathless.

Then he rocked you gently against him, your skin never leaving as his hips continued their deliberate rhythm.

He nuzzled your nose before capturing your lips again, only to have you bite softly at his bottom one, pulling a delicious groan from him that vibrated against your lips.

“Oh… fuck,” he whispered, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

You threaded your fingers through the damp strands of hair falling across his forehead, gripping them tightly before running your fingers through again, over and over. His body trembled with the sensation, breath syncing to the deep thrusts he gave you.

"Please cum for me," you whispered, your voice nearly lost against his mouth.

He didn’t hesitate—his hips picked up speed before slowing into long, powerful strokes, sinking so deeply into you that your whole body buzzed. He lowered his mouth to your breast, pulling a nipple between his lips, making you arch into him.

Your hands tugged hard at his hair, and he responded with a sharp thrust. His hands found your throat again—not to control, but to anchor himself to you, like he needed something solid to hold on to.

Your thighs stayed grounded as he thrusted. He felt impossibly deep.

“Yeah…” you gasped, lifting your hips to meet his with everything you had left.

His groan came from deep within his chest—raw, intense—until the pleasure overtook him. His final thrusts were sharp and sure, and then he stilled, his body pressed tightly to yours as his orgasm rocked through him. Your fingers curled in his hair, holding him there.

He collapsed into you, your face buried against his neck, both of you gasping as your bodies clung together. You trailed your nails gently down his spine and back up again, causing him to shiver and sigh into your skin. He brought you back and kissed along your jaw, your cheek, then met your lips again when you turned your face to him.

A soft moan left you against his kiss, and a calm, sated warmth wrapped around you both as he caressed your body lazily, then pushed up on his hands to look at you.

“I loved that so much.” he said quietly, like a secret just for you, before leaning down and kissing you again—slow, deep, and full of everything he didn’t need words to say.

[sweaters2003]

i don't wanna get undressed for new person all over again (shanks x reader)

heavily inspired by the sombr song undressed. lol that where the title comes from. i didn't proof read this, i just wrote so sorryyyy in advance

you blink away at the tears stinging your eyes. no amount of blinking could get rid of the glossiness in your eyes. the stress prominent on your brow. your teeth biting down on your lower lip to cage out sobs.

zoro and you had just broken up. a fight which resulted in him telling you to leave the ship. of course he had spoken out of rage, but his pride didn't let him apologize to you.

your mind has been hazy since then. heart ache and pain became a constant battle.

at first you tried to mend the pain by distracting your thoughts. you worked tirelessly, training all day long on the island. but at the end of the day, when there was nothing left to do you were drowned with the same thoughts. while trying to sleep, you heart ached in manner you thought was never possible. you wondered if zoro felt this hole in his heart, like he had been emptied out from the inside.

when training wasn't helping, you tried to reintegrate yourself back into the pirate world. eventually, sympathy evoked an offer. red hair shanks extended his hand to offer you into his crew.

becoming a red hair pirate weighed down on your heart more than you thought. how odd it was, to once be so loyal to your captain- luffy- but now be in another crew with unfamiliar faces. you ached for the laughter and nonsense quarreling. for the wafting smell of sanji's cooking. for those late night conversations with robin. but mostly, you missed the solace you found in zoro.

when you were with zoro the whole word seemed to pause. you were able to break down all his barriers. after all, hidden behind his facade is a shy and kind man. you had bared your soul to him, and him to you. when the world seemed to be beating you down, it was easy to run into his arms and bellyache. you had nothing to hide with him. and him to you. he had broken down barriers you had placed without even realizing.

slowly, but surely your heart slowly began to mend itself over time. a lot of it was mostly thanks to shanks. he had never given up on you. he had wormed his way into the delicate barricade you had placed. it started off with some annoying dad jokes (which eventually led to full on laughter).

eventually, you two had become close. he could often sense when something was tearing at your heart. when he sensed a tug in his heart, he often went in a hot pursuit searching for where you were. he would bring you into his arms, letting you rest your tear stained face on his chest. many times, your mascara had left stains on shanks white shirt. he never complained or embarrassed you. he just held you tighter, hoping his embrace had what it takes to heal a broken heart.

just like that, a year had gone by since the breakup with zoro. you thought that you had mended yourself, that you were feeling whole.

as the red hair pirates had docked their ship onto the new island, you informed the crew that you would be venturing out to shop for the necessities you needed. you were blissfully unaware that the strawhat pirates had also were on the island.

as you entered the plaza in pursuit of a quick bite to eat, you spotted a restaurant. as you peered inside the window, you spotted zoro sitting on a table sipping on a bottle of sake. across from him, a woman. she had cascading black hair and a face so casually beautiful. you gasped, taking a step back.

alert as he is, zoro looked up to only spot you. his mouth opened, trying to fumble through his thoughts to find the right words to speak. all he could see was the tears spilling from your delicate eyes. the way your hands were clenched. the way your mouth was slightly open, releasing the smallest sob.

and then, he suddenly regretted the words he uttered to you that night. he regretted telling you to leave the ship. those ugly words he had spoken just to make sure they were hitting like daggers at your heart. suddenly, the woman sitting in front of him didn't matter anymore. he quickly stood up, the chair scraping the floor.

how could zoro, the same person you had told every little secret to, be sitting here with another woman? was his heart not hurting like yours? did he even worry about you over the past year? how could he get undressed for a new person all over again? your thoughts kept spiraling.

you quickly backed away, stumbling into a person behind you. you mumbled a quick sorry, before taking one more glance back into the restaurant window.

zoro was still looking at you. his face was stern, his eyebrows draped with concern. regret washed his face. not enough regret to stand up and come up to you. not enough to let go of his pride and apologize. you would not give him the satisfaction of spiraling out in front of him. you quickly turned, and walked off in a random direction in hopes zoro wouldn't follow.

of course, zoro didn't follow. you felt a pang, stupid for even thinking zoro would follow. stupid for even thinking zoro cared. stupid for even allowing him to see who you are- scars and flaws- without a second thought.

you stumbled into an alleyway. without thinking you leaned against the cold wall of the building, and began crouching down. your head was in your knees. your face was flooded with tears, sniffles pursuing. god, you were ugly crying. you couldn't help it. after a whole year of healing, you were faced with a reality of pain.

you felt a strong arm grab you, slowly shifting you so you were placed on their lap. with a tear-streaked face, you slowly peered up to see it was shanks. he had sat down on the floor and placed you so that you were straddling him on his lap.

seeing your face tore shanks heart. he knew you were off somewhere crying. he could feel that familiar pang in his heart. it didn't help that he had noticed luffy and zoro earlier.

slowly, he took his hand and wiped a few of the stray tears on your face. he took his hand and placed it on the back of your head, nudging you into his chest. he took his other hand and wrapped it around you, trying to offer himself as a warm blanket of safety. it hurt him, seeing the state you were in. why would zoro leave someone like you? someone so caring, compassionate, someone who never felt as though they had to be someone other than themselves. he'd never understand.

you took your arms and placed them around him, squeezing him tight. you placed your head on his shoulder, the sobs shaking your shoulder.

eventually, you had fallen asleep holding shanks tight while your head rests on his shoulder. he didn't dare wake you up. for a few moments, he just sat there taking in the essence of you. you were beautiful, the type of beauty you'd only see once in your life. you were magnetic, shanks swears your eyes have a gravitational pull of their own. one look into your eyes, he's lost.

staring into your eyes, he saw a whole different life. he saw you, holding a little red-haired toddler. a son, who had your eyes and smile. he would see him, you, and your son laughing at his jokes. he'd see you cooking your signature dish, handing the garnished plate off to the toddler to serve to him. he sees you laughing, a laughter that reaches your eyes. and at the times you cry, it from happiness.

slowly, in attempt to not waking you up, shanks stood up and began walking towards the ship. every step he took was gentle, making sure to spare a quick glance at you here and there to make sure you didn't wake up.

finally, as he entered the ship he made sure to place you on his bed. he was tired of seeing you in pain, tired of seeing you cry, seeing your heart try to mend itself. a year was enough for that. from this point on, he would make it his mission to get you to laugh at least once a day.

when you had opened your eyes, across from you laying down was shanks. he been watching you sleep, carefully holding you close to him. for a moment, all you could do was study his face. there was a beauty in his ruggedness you hadn't noticed before. the way his red eyes peered, or the three scars which had framed his face. you noticed the stubble on his face, neatly groomed. for that moment, you took all of him in.

shanks flashed his smirk, enough to make your heart flutter. without second though, he grabbed your face before letting his lips collide onto yours.

[zosan-secondchances]

The Pirate King of the North

Main Themes: Villain Sanji, Alternate Universe, Zosan Ship

AU old Sanji hails from a reality where Reiju didn't have emotions.

Warning: Long post ahead and some One Piece spoilers. Contains strong language and explicit content.

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 (Special) | 19 | 20 | 21

Young Zoro hates the fucker but those scars and piercings are doing a number to his soul.

Old Sanji's story goes like this:

He didn't experience compassion from anyone else aside from his mother, who--you know what happened.

Judge kept him locked away until he was 13. He had him released when he was deemed too broken to do anything, and he was apparently a waste of space. As far as the world was concerned, he was already dead. He gets left behind at some random pirate town in the North.

His swirly brows were recognized by the pirates who took him in--only for him to be enslaved because people would pay a lot to have their way with royalty.

He picked up some skills from the other slaves and became cunning af--because he had to be.

At 17 he started a revolt against the slaver pirates, effectively taking over as their new pirate captain.

He became the feared "Mr. Prince" and his words are as sharp as his bite.

He's underweight because he doesn't give two shits about good food.

"The All Blue? It's nothing but an old fishwive's tale," he says.

He used his cunning mind and new pirate crew to hunt down and kill his own father from the shadows.

He enslaved his own siblings and becomes the new ruler of Germa Kingdom. Over the years, he used them for warfare and expanded the territory of the North.

His heart is a bottomless pit for power and control.

He had a fling or two or several with is closely allied with Doflamingo because god damn they're both mad like that. The alliance eventually lead to direct connections with Celestial Dragons.

Sanji gains more power and becomes the notorious "Pirate King of the North"

Meanwhile at the other side of the world, Luffy didn't make it as far as he could have without a good cook.

Luffy would have recruited one from Baratie but the restaurant was absolutely destroyed before the smaller Straw Hat crew could make a difference. Some of the staff didn't make it.

Zoro left the crew when it fell apart at some point.

Due to Zoro's reputation and bounty that he had occurred during his limited time with Luffy, he was offered a position as a Warlord, ultimately taking over the late Jinbe's old role. He accepted and served for several years before he was assigned a job that he didn't know would be the most challenging one yet.

The Celestial Dragons didn't like the fact that Sanji had started to have more worldly control over their own, so Zoro was quietly assigned to hunt down the great Pirate King of the North. Zoro accepted because he felt that he needed more experience before he could take on Mihawk again.

Zoro quickly realised that this mission is not a walk in the park.

Sanji loves toying with the Demon Warlord so he insists on taking him on by himself.

It becomes an endless game of cat and mouse. Sometimes Sanji chases and sometimes he runs, sometimes he wins and sometimes he loses.

They're at each others' throats everywhere in the world. Any person, city or being of any kind that gets in the way usually gets torn apart in the chaos. The hunt goes on for a lifetime. They're currently in their 40's.

Zoro severs Sanji's left arm during one huge fight.

Because of this, Sanji relentlessly tries to get Zoro to marry him to use him in so many ways he can think of--both as an asset and under the sheets--oh the things that he wants the swordsman to do and beg for.

Sanji likes to refer to the tiniest scar on his lip as "Zoro's love bite"

He was about to get a nice fresh one on his chest when some fuckers teleported him away.

Hearing old Sanji's backstory was a bit much. It was young Zoro's turn to have a nosebleed that day.

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Oh yes I had fun drawing old silver fox, damaged Sanji. I wish I have the time to colour it up. I've also been very much into reading AU stories, especially soul brand ones. Keep them coming, you beautiful people.

Edit: Woo! I finally decided to make my own AO3 account. It's about time. Link here for the story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60686077

[soaked-doors]

“Those two things can exist at the same time. Like you said, it's all—it's all tangled up together, you and me.”

double page spread for one of my favorite luzo fics of all time, poly philtatos (the most beloved by far) by my good friend - @swordsmans!

I knew I wanted to do a double page spread the second I finished this fic and I drafted abt a dozen ideas before landing on what would ultimately become this. There were so many snippets and moments I wanted to illustrate but I ended up doing more of an abstracted version of the fic as opposed to 1:1 drawings of scenes 

funnily enough while the fic itself is told in zoros pov this spread is framed mostly through luffy’s eyes - his tears literally frame comp for their reunion, the moment he loses zoro, and the centerpiece of the first page which is this weird abstraction of him on the beach seeing zoros corpse-not-a-corpse in the waves just beyond his reach. 

gyro put the crane wives’ never love an anchor on the playlist for this fic which i heavily used as inspiration in picking ornamental things for the spread (the anchor, the fleet of ships by luffy, and the nautical rope splitting the second page). also just like. overall really heartbreaking lyrics guys 

there are smaller elements throughout the spread that are 1:1 references though (all i will say for these is if you know, you know hehe) i wish i had more time to do a lengthier piece for fanart for this fic bc it's one of the few luzo fics that have been rattling around in my brain forever now - once again please please please read poly philtatos if you haven't. gyro is a masterful writer and they deserve all the love! ok byeee

[lainloves]

BABY FEVER?!

Pairing; TRAFALGAR LAW X FEM! READER

;; FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFFF!

Synopsis; headcanons with law and a pregnant s/o. And a few with his baby.

;; AFTER ONE year of posting a single fanfic, I am back. Writers block killed me so bad :`(

➜ when he found out you were pregnant, it was like he got hit with a thousand bullets. He just stood there while you tinkered with your hair as he looked at you with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open as he dropped his book.

➜ SUPPERRR affectionate, he likes to look out for you everyday especially since you're pregnant he does his best to protect you from enemies and potential threats that want to hurt you.

➜ Being the doctor of the heart pirates, he gives you proper check-ups and checks on you daily to see how you are.

➜ everytime he's alone with you he always hugs your belly or when you're sleeping he talks to your pregnant tummy.

"Be good to your mom okay?" Law said while he laid down next to you, sleeping peacefully as he looked down at the large protruding belly as his tattooed fingers wrapped around your stomach, he was smitten with his unborn child. He'll give anything to make his baby happy once they popped out their mother. "Stop kicking her so much," he hummed. When you silently observed the conversation with closed eyes, it's almost sweet that he does this every night. "I'm still awake, law." You softly said when law's ears turned into a darker shade of red when he huffed. "I think it's cute, Y'know?" You smiled, putting your palm over his.

➜ Loves spoiling you, even when he acts all snobby..In the end when you ask for him to give you a massage on the shoulders he'll give them.

➜ Always pesters you if you ate breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

➜ he gets super mad when you carry something heavy or do any workload, he's completely put you off any chores to do since you had a special case growing inside you, cleaning duty was now in shachi’s hands. Even if he didn't wanna— but he couldn't complain since law might just extend it further.

➜ Whenever you two shop for baby items, he picks out one that was super cute, and if not he sews the heart pirates’ jolly roger on his baby's onesies and beanie's. It was the cutest thing ever.

➜ during labor, law was the one to perform the delivery and as he holds his baby he felt like all his problems washed away.

➜ he's definitely a girl dad.

➜ He's willing to survive the midnight cries, and the diaper changes.

➜ Sometimes law is afraid because he's got a big bounty on his head, he gets really nervous thinking about it. What if his baby or you were used against him? He can't bear to experience that.

➜ ALWAYYSSS is so protective of his baby, whenever someone tries to look at his child he will give them the stink eye.

"aw your baby is so cute!" A lady said when law was walking down the busy streets of the new island they docked in to restock on supplies. "How old is she?" The lady asked. "4 months." Law said, when the lady tried to pinch his daughter he immediately backed away. "Um, yeah.." law said, "oh— I'm sorry. Am I not allowed?" She asked. Law just shakes his head indicating he doesn't wanna, since her hands were dirty and didn't want them to get in his precious baby's cheek.

➜ He will do everything in his power to give his daughter the world, he doesn't want his baby, his precious little girl or boy to go through what he went through as a kid.

I have unfinished stories in my drafts, I might post more :3