#One piece writing prompt

[zorosbeau33]

Oi, you wanna die? Zoro x Gender Neutral Reader Drabble

❖ One Piece, Zoro x gender neutral reader

❖ Scenarios/Drabble, Established Relationship AU, Protective Boyfriend Zoro

❖ TRIGGER WARNING Unwanted advances from a third party, 18+ Only due to theme

❖ wc: 1706

❖ Prompt "You said no and they didn't listen how does your partner respond?" ❖ Masterlist ❖ Luffy Version

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Hope you all enjoy~ A couple people had requested more of the crew so here is Zoro for a start! I wasn't quite sure where to go with it but I think this will suffice for now!

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The marines didn’t seem to notice things were amiss, then again none of them probably dared to imagine the legendary Straw Hat pirates would crash a military gala. Zoro himself fidgeted behind his mask, eye sweeping the room and numbering dozens of high ranking officials. This was definitely not his scene, stuffed into a black and sparkly prince costume with black jewel encrusted mask? Yeah not his style at all. The amount of men and women he’d shrugged off, or downright snubbed tonight in favor of finding more alcohol to drink was staggering. Not that he’d noticed, after one dance that he’d only done because Nami threatened him to do it to blend in long before they’d actually broken in. Flirtations were not his strong suit, and being a firm believer in no ending all advances he was disgusted when several people tried to laugh it off and continue in their attempts to touch him. 

All of this has culminated in the pursing of his lips as he tried not to sneer in disgust. Leaning against a pillar during a brief moment of quiet to himself Zoro once again scanned the room. It was beginning to unnerve him, sure he could see Nami fitting in without any issues wrapped in the arms of a high ranking admiral. Hell he could even see precious precocious prince Sanji with a line of women waiting to dance with him. That might come to bite them in the ass soon if the jealous glares of the womens husbands and wives said anything. However Zoro believed the cook would reap what he sowed and that it was none of his business. What nagged at him however was the evident lack of…you.

For three hours they had patrolled the floor and the garden, and yet you were no where to be found. A frown did manage to tug his lips downwards when he moved around a thick crowd of people and up the stairs. Yes, he should leave it be and concentrate on the mission of extracting all the information they could while Nami stole the key off the admiral and passed it along to Luffy, Robin and Brook. But the nagging sensation of you being missing for THIS long? Nothing normally could stir him to panic-reasonable panic. His captain falling in the water or slingshotting directly at his face was reasonable panic. This was not such a time, bubbles seemed to turn to knots in his gut. His scar itched. 

Halfway up the stairs he heard it, unable to hide his reaction as he perked up swinging his head around towards the sound of a familiar laugh. Zoro felt you before he saw you, Haki registering your presence far closer to him than he had anticipated. In fact there in the middle of the group of people he had been made to work around several times, stood your glorious form. Nami had outdone herself with your outfit and Zoro had almost swallowed his tongue on the ship when he first saw you. Now even more so under the glitter and glow of the chandeliers, your laugh made the tension melt from his muscles while he stopped his prowling to take you in. In this atmosphere you were radiant, seemingly to have been born out of the most beautiful emerald just to grace the presence of those around you. The jewel encrusted mask covering your face only added to the mystery around you, causing those around you to lean in all the closer. Perhaps you needed no savior, though Zoro felt it his first duty as the man that belonged to you. Swordsmiths above he was so smitten with you, lingering on the stairs above your group to watch you, scowl melting into a tender smile. He would have to apologize to Nami and Luffy later, his sword was supposed to belong to his captain then the mission. But here the only person he could allow claim to him was your radiance. A betrayal he was sure they would understand, it was common knowledge to all of the crew that his heart and soul had found their home in your hands. 

So imagine his rage when your smile fell away into a look of shock, yanking your arm back from the grips of a pot bellied slobbering ‘gentleman’. Capable like he knew you were, you quickly extricated yourself from the pudgy admiral who reeked of weaks old cheese and beer. The gaudy prince attire nearly popping buttons off as the heavy drinker puffed himself up indignantly. Zoro would miss the next few moments as he rushed down the staircase and began to force his way through the gasping and shocked onlookers who had until this moment been fawning over your intelligence and eloquent words. His fury was three fold for he knew how hard you had practiced to learn all these speech patterns and points of talk to be a good distraction as needed by the plan. However when the noise of a slap rang out he couldn’t help but bark a command for the people in front to move.

Being all of military standing or married into, they felt his haki and heard his commands and moved apart at once. Years of training telling even the higher ranks this must be someone  with power and the gravitas of higher station To do such a thing at the military gala. Relief infantesimally warmed his cold gaze, the sound of the slap had in fact come from your strike and not the admirals. Zoro knew this man too well, he’d bought and blustered his way up to the position he was in now, and falling out of graces with Akainu’s strength based rule had resorted to underhanded trickery and binge drinking. 

“Once a sleeze ball always a sleezeball.” scoffed someone in the crowd as a woman pulled you closer to herself and away from the enraged man before you. Bits of wien splattered down his front as he spluttered and clutched his hand to his chest, beer belly nearly busting his gaudy belt buckle. 

“Admiral he started it! They told him no and he tried to force it! Should we court marshal him?” A young Captain stepped forward to report to Zoro, also taking on a defensive stance in front of you. To your credit you were playing the distressed and meak house spouse very well, although he knew just from looking your strike had most probably broken at least two of the mans meaty fingers. Thankfully it seemed his display had caused others to believe him to be an important military official rather than raise suspicion about his person. Zoro gathered himself together, he couldn’t afford to make too much of a scene here. While everyones masks and disguises made the party much safer for them to intervene. They did not need to draw to many eyes upon themselves or else the costumed Zoro’s in the crowd might jog someones mind to realize the real one was standing in front of them. After that it would only be a matter of minutes before the others would get picked out from the crowd as well. 

He needed to protect you, but in a way that would seem appropriate and take attention off of you both and quickly. Squaring his shoulders Zoro tutted and switched all his weight to his right foot, arm resting on the hilt of his single sword. Adapting the posture of a haughty admiral was not difficult it often amused him when he was a bounty hunter to see all of their posturing, the arrogance was easy to emulate. A flick of the hand had several people stepping forward seizing the admirals wrists and forcing them behind him. 

“This is a party, I advise you keep your voice down before I report your misdeeds to headquarters directly…” His deep voice rumbled and he let out a dramatic sigh. “Take him out of here without a scene, knock him out if you have to. The part-the gala is a place only those of high standing are allowed. Such behavior will not be tolerated, have him placed on trial…tomorrow morning he can sit in the cells for tonight.” 

The man bellowed his outrage, stating his rank and to unhand him right this moment. In an instant Zoro’s hand was around his skull, and squeezing. Rage turned into pain and he gasped spluttering in pain, the captains almost dropping him in shock at the speed of Zoro’s moves. 

“OI…do you wanna die?” Zoro growled lowly so only he and the two captains could hear. They froze and stared in shock and fear. The rage he had felt upon seeing the man place his hand on you without your consent, causing his pupils to dilate. Haki spreading over his fingertips hidden only by the gloves that accented his outfit. Blood pounding in his ears, ready to lay this man to sleep for his crime. The smell of the admiral wetting himself hardly registering to his senses, how dare this scum…Barely reeling himself in Zoro leaned back out and let him go. “You already placed your hands on my partner and now you disgrace this place. Get him out of our sight.” 

Turning quickly on his heel Zoro took his handkerchief out and wiped the makeup from the admiral off his fingers in a show of disgust. Reeling in his rage before stopping in front of you again, thanking the woman in a low murmur as he took you from her grip. People bowed and scuttled out of his way while he hurriedly guided you away to the gardens, arm wrapped securely around your waist. Once in the open air he sighed in relief and slowed down checking on you now as he readied himself for Nami to beat him over the head once you returned to the ship. Yes you could have defended yourself, and you certainly had but he would always be here to ensure that you would be okay. Even if you teased him for his bad acting skills for the rest of his life, you being safe and your boundaries being respected were far more than worth it in his mind.

[salmonight]

Ya guys know what i want? A One Piece time travel au where Luffy already became the pirate king in his first life. There's no tragic ending to their first life they all die of old age and then they wake up again as kids.

Luffy loves freedom and hates knowing his adventures' outcome so he decides he doesn't want to become the pirate king for the second time as he already did it once so he and his crew just decide to explore all that they missed in their previous life (they make everyone they meet go prematurely old with their brand of insanity).

They also set sail as kids. Luffy arrived when he was 6-7 and goes to collect his crew members. Theyre absolute hellions and everyone is terriffied of the demon children and why are they multiplying!??

More prompts here

[teeseforestrunner]

I have been obsessed with epic the musical for the last few weeks and was struck by a perfect au crossover with another of my hyperfixations, One Piece. It may not ne a new or unique idea but I need to write it down anyway.

A Zosan Au where Zoro is Odysseus and Sanji is Penelope.

This could go multiple ways in my mind, but my favorite would be as follows. No gods from the original story/myth gets mad at Zoro he just gets separated from the crew for one reason or another and of course gets lost, while his men (probably the main crew minus Sanji) make it home before him. Instead of the suitors, in this one the crew is just annoying Sanji and made a mess of the place. Zoro still takes ten years to get home but it takes the gods taking pity on him and literally drag him home.

Some other notable characters rolls in this au would be:

Mihawk as Athena

Perona as Hermes

Boa Hancock as Circe

Hiyori as Calipso

Others are kinda hazy but if anyone wants to add on to this feel free. Just tag me so I can read it

[laughtalelogs]

one piece writing prompt- modern!sanji

random idea, kinda wanna write it but I have already promised too much so far :(

so, I’m casting the net for other writers who might want to take a bite out of this. try it if u feel inspired. Flip it in any way you want to! I definitely wrote this with reader-insert in mind, but idc who it is, I love some good zosan or sanuso

tag me if you post, I’m tryna read it! :)

working the deli and bakery section at a supermarket isn’t what Sanji thought he’d be doing with his culinary degree, but there he was, scraping by in the city he’s gotten too familiar with the past 6 years, still searching for another job.

when helping a customer, he’s interrupted by you, cart spilling over with kitchen necessities. You’re a new and welcomed face, a bright beacon that has broken up the monotony of his shitty retail job.

the way your cart is filled up, he could only assume you must be moving in. things like salt, vinegar, paprika, a pizza cutter catch his eye as he helps you search for the item you can’t find.

you both exchange pleasantries, find out you moved for a new job position, and that you were indeed stocking up your kitchen.

he also notices your hand doesn’t have a ring on it.

he’s itching to flirt with you, but he doesn’t, looking at the domed camera that watched his every move, no doubt his manager would have his ass if he stood around anymore and didn’t man the deli counter.

so he watches you depart, pushing your heavy cart out the store, eyes filed with the same wonder he had when he first move to the city- before it drained away his dream.

God, he needed a smoke break.

[sanjipussyindulgence]

with junji ito's uzumaki premiering in a few days i am now compelled to mention my semi-crack au idea where judge took the child experiments beyond gene manipulation and the vinsmoke kids are all eldritch demigods, and bad things happen to anyone that sees both of their eyebrows at once - aka the numerous batshit stuff that happen in uzumaki.

(lets just pretend yonji doesnt keep both of his wackass eyebrows out and proud for this au)

i dont really have anything beyond the basic premise for this and the desire to write creepy horror movie children.

sanji would be included in this but is still considered a failure because he still lacks any other superpowered traits like in canon. he's mostly a normal guy (or what constitutes as normal for him considering he's a freak) but theres just something always sliiiightly off about him.

sora is still their mom but judge isnt their bio-dad. judge basically used sora as a human sacrifice to bear an eldritch god's children. so he sucks extra in this au.

idk if ill write anything for this brainworm anytime soon so im just putting it out there for free use. if this interests anyone else PLEASE go crazy with it.

[justhellacesome]

Ya know what would feed the Portgas D. Ace Kinnies and their fanfic dreams?

The Cowboy Hat Rule.

[ocs-for-frees]

Marine One Piece OC

One Piece mania has gripped me again so here's the first out of many One Piece OCs / writing ideas / story ideas rattling around in my head. So we know the trope of "person that has consumed the fandom material gets sucked into the fandom world for some reason or another" aka Isekai. I present: An Isekai OC but instead of becoming a pirate they become a Marine. They‘re weird af and say cryptic weird shit all the time. They act weird. They are talking to some superiors or criminals like they‘re buddies. They called Garp the fucking Fist a „Big Old Softy“!! They call Fleet Admiral Sengoku "Senny"! But they are a fucking good Marine. Super competent, get the job done nearly every time, have sniffed out Marine intern corruption, somehow manage to wrangle politics despite being a total crazy, just great Marine all around. Not in the "Total Justice" sense but in the "actually doing their job in a good and fair way" sense.

The story is not told from the OCs POV but from everyone elses. Fellow Marines, Garp, Sengoku, admirals, pirates, Smoker, civilians, some Revolution people they cross, Jeff The Paperwork Marine. If the OC gets a love story it‘s gonna be haters to comrad in arms (pranks)/ partners in (legal crime) to lovers with Jeff The Paperwork Marine.

[milotraflgkl]

Law being delusional /neg

LAW x GN!READER

note: this is a request i had gotten a LONGGG time ago, I apologize for being absent and not posting anything but I'm trying to make a comeback. WC: (799) PART 2 here content: angst, law is a dick, no comfort, cliffhanger??

You had done everything in your power to be near him to show him new little things you found while researching a topic that you were very into, also giving him little things you saw that reminded you of him. This time, you had a bracelet you made specifically for him. You were going to give it to him, making your way toward him and maneuvering around the submarine with a big dorky smile decorating your face that didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of your crewmates. When you had found your Captain he was with other people in the dining room, your eyes lit up as you practically skipped your way over to him with a big smile on your face. “Captain!” You sang out as you moved to hold your arms behind your back as you tilted your head to look at him, “I got you something.” You exclaim practically vibrating and rocking back and forth out of pure excitement to give him something that you had made specifically for him. 

He was trying hard to keep his eyes down, covered by his hat that was decorated with spots. He didn’t want to talk to you, not when he finally had just gotten Penguin and Shachi off of his ass before they gave him a headache and now you were here and it was like you just triggered the headache to turn into a migraine. His brows pinched together and he brought his slender hands up to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose, praying that you’d get the idea and piss off. Also doing this action to attempt to release some sort of pressure from his head, he noticed how his head hurt whenever you came around. He wasn’t sure why, maybe it was the strong and disgusting smell of your perfume or the way you just always seemed so annoying and happy. “Are you alright? Does your head hurt? I can go get something or make you tea-” You were trying to be nice but he cut you off, “Do you ever shut up?” He snarled his eyes snapping to look up at you.  Freezing in your spot you stared down at him, the face and the tone of his voice caused you to almost drop the bracelet to the ground. “I’m… sorry?” You questioned if he meant what he had said, “I asked, do you ever shut up.” He growled before he moved to stand up his figure towering over yours as he stared down at you, usually in moments like this you would feel all flustered and nervous but this time… you were nervous for a different reason. You swallowed thickly and stepped back from him growing scared at his sudden harshness as you watched him before you slowly lowered your head, “I’m sorry for being such a bother, Captain.” You whispered under your breath and your voice was fighting not to crack, your tears watering as you kept your eyes locked onto the ground. “I’ll get out of your way.” You spoke quickly before sprinting off, going to hide in a small room somewhere to cry.  Law was satisfied with the moment, moving to sit back down as he sighed and rested his head back against the chair he was sitting on to let himself relax and close his eyes. What he hadn’t realized is the fact that… you just stopped showing up around him. He was annoyed that he had for some reason taken notice of that fact as he moved toward the dining area one afternoon, hoping to find some coffee to keep himself awake so he could distract himself with work and stop thinking such stupid thoughts. But instead, he saw something that caused him to freeze, there you were sitting with Penguin and Shachi doing some random craft… his brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what you three were doing before he realized you were making the two boys' bracelets. Law felt his fist clench and his brows pinched together, he wasn’t sure why it irked him so much that you were doing that with them. It was childish the things you were doing but for some reason, he wanted you to do it near him again. To talk his ear off about how you make the bracelets and then about the day, instead, you were telling them.  He would simply just huff and try to shake it off, making himself coffee and noticing how you just ignored him being there. He’d go back to his office attempting to continue with his work but failing, his mind reminding him of how happy you looked sitting there with Penguin and Shachi. He hated it and he should hate you but he just… missed you.

[jake-is-screaming-in-tune]

Luffy: If you don’t like your surname, you should take Zoro’s. It would suit you.

Ussop: Yeah.

Sanji: *sputtering* That’s not how it works.

Nami: Roronoa Sanji sounds good.

Zoro: It does sound good. You should keep it.

[paperultra]

aries and the turtle.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,169 words Warnings: None

asterism (noun): a group of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars

The first thought that comes to Sanji’s mind when he sees you curled up on the kitchen floor, rummaging through the box of herbs and spices, is that you’re the single most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Darling,” he says softly, leaning against the doorframe and smiling a bit when you startle, “you could’ve woken me up if you wanted a midnight snack.”

“O-Oh! Um.” Your voice colors the gentle calm of night into something warmer – and like always, he’s drawn to it like a moth to a flame, walking over and squatting down next to you as you scramble to put back a jar of paprika. “I’m sorry, Sanji, I – er, well, um …”

“What are you looking for? I’ll help you.”

Under the yellow glow of the lantern, you seem to shrink. You duck your head and mumble into the collar of your pretty nightshirt. “That chamomile and lavender tea you made a couple nights ago …” you begin hesitantly. “I wanted to make some.” Your voice quiets further. “I can’t sleep.”

Sanji frowns, angling his head to catch a glimpse of your face. You do look a little more haggard than normal, your eyelids heavy, your shoulders burdened. His heart aches. How long had you laid in your hammock, tossing and turning, until you couldn’t stand it anymore?

“I see,” he murmurs. “Let’s make that tea right away, then, shall we?”

Sanji quickly finds the flowers and some lemon rinds he had sun-dried last week. You insist on helping at least a little bit despite his protests for you to just relax, fetching two teacups and setting some water on the stove to boil as he measures the right amount of each ingredient to put into the infuser.

Once the water is ready, steam billowing up past your heads and to the ceiling, he pours it into the teapot and covers it to steep.

(You don’t say anything while the two of you wait, and although Sanji yearns to coax a smile and a sweet conversation from you, he contents himself with the silence as well, which is just as sweet. You sneak glances at him every once in a while, though. He knows because he does the same, and the attention sends a thrill through his chest.)

Time passes. He pours the tea – first for you, then for him.

“Tell me when.” The silence breaks once more as Sanji spoons some honey into your cup.

“That’s good.”

He stirs the tea up, hands it to you. You blow across the top of it and then take a sip as he watches attentively.

“How does the madam like it?” he asks.

You exhale and meet his eyes for a split second before quickly looking away. A small smile touches your lips. “It’s perfect,” you reply from behind the cup. “Thank you, Sanji.”

Warmth stains his cheeks a gentle pink.

“The sky is clear tonight,” he ventures hopefully as he adds two teaspoons of honey for himself. He picks up his cup and gestures at the open door. “Stars and tea pair well together, if you have an appetite for it.”

You bite your bottom lip. His gaze immediately darts down to it, and he swallows, throat suddenly dry.

“Sure,” you whisper.

And so Sanji gains another precious sliver of time with you. Elbows resting on the railing, hot tea and your presence protecting him from the cold, he stands out on the deck of the Going Merry and tilts his head back to look up at the sky.

He knows how much you love the stars. They are one of the few topics you can talk about without your usual shyness, and he thinks of you every time he sees them, pinpricks of pure light shining through the darkness, guiding weary sailors home. Sometimes he thinks you must have been one yourself, carried down from the heavens. Ethereal. Out of reach.

“This time of year,” you say, and Sanji turns his attention over to the stars reflected in your eyes, “you can see my constellation.”

“Yours?” he questions.

“Yes. Those three stars over there.” Your arm stretches out to point at something on the left, your finger tracing an arc in the sky. “In my home village, parents dedicate their newborns to a constellation three days after birth. Mine dedicated me to the turtle.”

A turtle. That fits you incredibly well, he thinks to himself fondly, considering your quiet tenacity. “How come?”

“Turtles represent good luck and a long life.”

“I see. Well, do you think you’ve had good luck so far in life?”

You hum thoughtfully, looking down into your tea.

“I think so,” you say after some time, hushed. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

A chuckle escapes him. “I would argue that you’re the one who’s brought good luck to us, sweetheart.”

You bite back a smile and whisper a small ‘oh’ as he gently bumps your shoulder with his own. Even now, you’re unused to compliments, but no matter; he’ll praise you at every turn until you finally realize you deserve every word of it.

There’s a brief period of silence before he asks, “What do you think my constellation would be?”

“Your constellation?” It doesn’t take long at all before you reply, pointing upward into a spread of stars that he could never even begin to puzzle out, “The ram. Some call it Aries.”

“What does it mean?”

This question seems to fluster you. You cough and stammer for a few seconds. He sips his tea, the beverage sweet and floral on his tongue as he waits.

“Rams … are artists at heart,” you finally say, glancing over at him. Your eyes, normally wary and somber, glitter. “They’re strong and passionate, but also gentle and kind.”

Oh.

Sanji can feel a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. God. Surely, you’ll be the death of him, saying something like that so honestly and with eyes that look like that. He’d move heaven and earth for you if you asked.

“I’ll dedicate my life to living up to those qualities,” he breathes once he can speak again. “Just as much as you’ll live up to yours.”

You take a sharp breath.

“You already do,” he hears you whisper.

And Sanji truly, truly cannot resist anymore.

Your name leaves his lips. He reaches out, hand departing from the dying heat of the teacup and seeking out yours.

You do not pull away when his fingertips brush your cool skin over the railing; instead, you let him turn your hand over until palm touches palm, until the spaces between his fingers are filled with your own and his heart beats to the rhythm of yours.

Sanji squeezes your hand, and every cell in his body begs to falter and fall at your feet.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

The tea cools. But the stars remain as brilliant as ever, and your hand stays warm in his, and everything – everything is beautiful.

[zorosbeau33]

Thanks for all the love! Really glad with how it turned out, now that Zoro’s done as well anyone you want to see in particular?

"They said no"~ One Piece Luffy Scenarios/Drabble

❖ One Piece, Luffy x gender neutral reader

❖ Scenarios/Drabble, Not sure what genre to put on this? Established Relationship AU, Protective Boyfriend Luffy

❖ TRIGGER WARNING Unwanted advances from a third party, 18+ Only due to theme

❖ wc: 750

❖ Prompt "You said no and they didn't listen how does your partner respond?" ❖ Masterlist ❖ Zoro version~

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Hope you all enjoy~ If you think this prompt should be done with one of the others leave a comment or send a message~

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The night was young, the bars air yet to be filled with the heavy scent of smoke and sweat from the dozens of patrons that would filter through its worn wooden doors. And yet…already several men had one drink too many. This seemed of little consequence to your crew, earning only a mild scoff from Nami in disgust when you first entered. Perhaps due to the fact your merry bunch all congregated at the other end of the bar together, ordering drinks and food. Hopefully enough to satisfy your darling lover and captain’s insatiable hunger.

 

To the surprise of few Sanji was flirting it up with the bar maid to get the secrets of their famous cocktails for him to replicate on the ship. Luffy between bites of food with you, and silly slack stick humor with the others was very relaxed. After two weeks of battling marines on island after unfortunate island it was great to be able to just kick back and relax. He’d always held all his crew members, you included, in high regard when it comes to your fighting capabilities. Yeah he didn’t think you were invincible, but he had faith in your abilities to defend yourselves, and you to stand up for yourself with the knowledge he would always be there to back you.

This is why when the sleezeball at the bar put their arm around you Luffy didn’t flinch…well perhaps he had also not noticed at first. Too busy was he swallowing down his flagon of booze in a competition with Usopp to pay heed to the mans offensive once over of your being. He did however hear the switch in your tone as you firmly told the drunkard you were not interested, extricating yourself from his clammy hands. The strawhatted captain stayed calm, smile still in place as he talked with the others, but for once he did not boast of his victory in the competition. Merely laughed lightly, and continued eating, the slightest shift in his posture caught Robins eye. A tiny squaring of his shoulders as he sat up straighter.

Rolling your own eyes you moved to return to the group your new drink in hand, and a frown upon your lips. This however did not go noticed by your new admirer, the creep had his hands around your waist in a sudden and surprisingly quick movement. Pinning your back to the bar a bit roughly, causing you to wince at the force as you tried not to dump the fruity beverage down either of your fronts. 

“Now now my pretty I said you should come home with me tonight eh?” His slurred purr felt like hot oil being poured into your veins. It was clear this man was much stronger than he appeared, and the malicious glint in their eyes spelled trouble. Still Luffy did not move, even as Nami jumped out of her seat the farthest person from you. Her yell of outrage on your behalf grabbed Zoro’s attention, several pairs of eyes fixed themselves upon you. Some of your crew still had not seemed to notice but the mans compatriots had, and they now rose and laughing approached cheering their “cap’n” on and making obscene jokes on your goings on for the night. 

When your response was to tell him to get lost and kick him away, their laughter turned into drunken outrage. “I said no.” The man sneered at you now all feigned charm lost in an instant. 

“You’ll do what I say when I say-” A fist connected with his cheek before he could reach for you again, down in an instant as your back was suddenly against a much softer surface. Luffy's warmth radiated into you from behind as he placed his hat upon your head, covering your view of the scene in front of you. “Oi���they said no.” His voice was deeper than normal, any normal boyish amusement gone. The hand around your waist, trembled softly with white-hot rage, his rubber skin radiating waves of Haki turning it a deep glistening metallic black. Luffy believed in your ability to protect yourself, but a no was a no and if the man tried to hurt you there was no way he was going to sit there and watch. The structural integrity of the bar be damned he was going to smash this man's face into every hard-looking surface he could find so that he’d never try such a thing ever again. 

[thebunnednun]

GOD PLEASE-

This one makes me want to actually drink water and exercise

Ween so good it makes me wanna have work life balance

I'LL ACTUALLY START LOVING MYSELF

3 meals a day and everything

[anorlondo00]

The football au just has me thinking of Whitebeard sitting with Marco, and just seeing Ace and going essentially “That one— I want that one.”

Marco unprepared for what that means XD I just felt like sharing

Don’t you get me STARTED—

The pro season just ended. Whitebeard’s boys were one win shy of making the playoffs and morale has never been lower. So, here’s Marco and Coach Whitebeard sitting in a dive bar. Commiserating. Watching a college game on an old TV screen over their heads.

Marco keeps up enough with college football. He’s heard of Ace. He’s also seen his countless goofy-ass social media posts and relatively viral celebration dances on his feed every now and then.

Marco tells Whitebeard that Ace is A.) Possibly a nut. Looks as controllable as a baby husky with the zoomies. And B.) Would be incredibly expensive to draft. He’s about to graduate. Every pro team and their mother have probably already offered this kid money.

It’s too late. There’s just something about him. Whitebeard said that night, “That one— I want that one. He’s gonna be your quarterback.”

And Marco thought the old man had lost his mind.

[the-broken-pen]

Hey hey

Could you perhaps write a snippet where the building hero is in, gets bombed? Its bombed as an assassination attempt to get them, however the people in that building die and hero, succumbed to their injuries couldn't save everyone of them. At last they watched the last ambulance left without them, even as they called for help

Villians villa is just few kilometres away

Thankfu hero's legs aren't broken

They begin walking

The problem? Vil is way to composed and prim and perfect to let all of hero's blood get on their expensive carpets and fabrics. They could even be mad at the hero for reddening their porch if they hero stood their asking for bandages. What now? And the fight the two had yesterday that ended with "never see me again" and "don't ever talk to me"s.....vil was stopping hero from attending the event the building....

Will vil help them? They can just ask for bandages and leave.

What hero doesn't know: vil would literally destroy the world for hero, and there's no way in hell are they leaving hero on their doorstep.

(Anon you were cooking with this ask, thank you!)

The hero realized the building was going to explode a split second before it did, which wasn’t enough time to do anything other than brace.

They tensed, and there was a horrible screeching of metal and brick, followed by a deafening silence that covered them more completely than the rubble did.

The hero coughed once, weakly, pain rocketing through their chest, and shoved a piece of concrete off themself.

From somewhere else in the building, a soft, terrified wail began, broken around desperate sobs.

The hero coughed again, hand rising to their ribs. They didn’t have the energy to be surprised when their fingers came back coated in blood and dust. They grimaced at it, struggling to their feet–

And oh, god. That hurt.

The hero had a surgery once, the kind that resulted in bandages and a care regime and a set of stitches, and when they had woken up in the recovery unit, it had felt sort of like this. A moment of loopy half-awareness, and then a pain that had knocked the breath out of them, hands clenching into the sheets as a nurse tried to figure out if they needed more medication. 

This was worse. Their vision swam, and they blinked it back with a hiss.

Because someone, somewhere in the wreckage, was crying. And if one person was crying, it meant there was someone who survived. Which meant it was likely there were other survivors–ones too hurt to make any noise, ones knocked unconscious, ones still too shocked to do anything other than lay there–and it was the hero’s job to find them.

It took them far too long to locate the source of the crying. Longer to dig them out, vision going white as the person slammed into the hero’s chest in some facsimile of a terrified hug.

“You’re okay,” they managed, voice like gravel. “It’s okay. I’m going to get you out, and you’re going to be just fine. Were you with anyone?”

And then again, and again, and again.

The hero panted, hands on their knees as their body fought them in an attempt to just collapse onto the concrete below. They just–they just needed a minute. Just one, maybe, and then they could–

This time, the hero wasn’t even aware of it before it happened.

The remains of the building shook, then disintegrated into itself in a plume of dust and rock. The hero shielded their eyes with one hand, blinking against the onslaught.

What little air they had managed to get stuttered out of their lungs in something close to a sob. They had done this enough times to know there wasn’t anyone in that building left alive. 

They sagged down against the nearest thing–more rubble, maybe? They didn’t know–and this time when they rested a hand on their side, there was a considerably larger amount of blood.

“That’s…not great,” they said, and their fingers blurred in front of them slightly. There was an ambulance right there. Just a couple feet away. They had already helped most of the survivors, so maybe it would be okay for the hero to–

A paramedic rounded the back of the ambulance, and the hero lifted a hand, reaching–

“Please, wait, I think–I think,” it hurt coming out of their mouth, “help. Please I need–” they trailed off as the paramedic took the step up into the ambulance.

And closed the door behind them.

The hero wasn’t even that surprised when the ambulance began to drive away.

“Help,” they finished weakly, then sucked a breath in through their nose.

They were supposed to be good at this kind of thing. Surviving, no, thriving in catastrophe. A pillar of light. The one with the plan. 

The kind of being that didn’t beg for help on the ground.

The hero wasn’t entirely sure how they managed to get themselves back to standing. It was as easy as that–one moment they were on the ground, gravel embedded in their knees, and the next they were up and shaking but they were up.

“If I stay here, I’ll die,” they murmured. They had hoped maybe the threat would keep their legs from buckling again. It didn’t.

They weren’t near any place that could be trusted. There wasn’t a safe clinic for heroes on this side of the city, and even if there was, the hero wouldn’t trust them. Couldn’t afford to.

But as for near…the hero swallowed the nausea as it rose in their throat. There was one place they could go. One person they could go to.

Four miles. They could do four. There was no other option.

Where the hero had had some blurry recollection, or at least, a good guess of how they got to standing, they had absolutely no clue how they made it onto the villain’s porch. They managed a blink, retching slightly as they stared at the villain’s wavering door, then had to freeze just to bite down the pain that had come from the gagging.

They tried to knock and ended up collapsing against the villain’s door, knees giving out entirely as their fingers scrabbled for purchase and left behind smeared bloody marks on the wood.

They weren’t entirely sure how that happened either, or how long it took the villain to answer the door. Just that it hurt—so, so much, it hurt so–and that they managed to shove themself back into some semblance of standing right before the villain pulled the door open.

The villain’s face did a sort of spasming thing as soon as they saw the hero, jaw dropping slightly in what the hero could only really read as shock.

There was a very considerable amount of blood on the door. They were cold.

“I–” the hero tried, but they weren’t really sure where they had been going with that sentence, and after yesterday and the screaming and the fight the villain probably didn’t want to see them at all, didn’t want to ever see their face again, so–their mind blanked. “I got blood on your door.”

They tried to gesture towards it, but that hurt, so their hand simply twitched slightly from where it hung by their side.

They glanced down at their feet, because they didn’t want to see what the villain’s face was doing, especially if what it was doing was anything resembling anger.

“Oh.” There was blood at the hero’s feet. “And on your porch, too, I guess.”

They looked up at the villain, but they were still staring at them, brow furrowed, hand clenching on the doorframe.

“I’m sorry.”

There was a very faint quiver of tears when they said it, and the hero knew better than to hope the villain didn’t catch it. 

Were they saying sorry for the porch or the door or yesterday–

“Holy shit,” the villain finally breathed, and it sounded like it had been punched out of them. The hero froze, panic rising in their chest.

“I’m sorry,” the hero blurted out, stammering. “I’m–I’m so sorry, I’ll go, just–could I maybe have some bandages? Just–just one, maybe, please? I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” they said uselessly, head swimming. They couldn’t even remember what they were doing here. The villain was perfect in every sense of the word, stoic and proper and collected in a way the hero would never be; a marble statue brought to life. The idea of them letting the hero–the personification of a train wreck in motion–in to bleed all over the villain’s soft carpet and nice shoes and cause irreparable damage to their very expensive house was almost laughable. 

If they had had the breath to laugh.

More of the hero’s blood dripped onto the slats of the porch, and they stepped back. “I’m sorry–”

The villain reached for them, and the hero flinched, taking it for the dismissal it was–

The hero blinked, and it stuck for a moment too long as the world tilted, and when they pried their eyes open again the villain was staring at them with something the hero was too out of it with pain and possibly delirium to identify. Their gaze drifted back to the blood smeared on the door, and the villain’s grip tightened on the hero’s bicep–when had they grabbed the hero’s bicep?–until the hero’s gaze returned to theirs.

The villain said something, but there was a roaring that had started up in the hero’s ears. They seemed to take the uncomprehending blink the hero gave them in return for an answer anyways, and guided them down until they were both sitting on the cool wood. A tug, and the hero was resting against their own propped up knees, villain’s hand still firm on their arm.

“How much blood did you lose?”

It was like screaming underwater, the hero reasoned. Or through a mirror. But they heard it nonetheless, and that was their villain, and even in hatred and war they would always answer them.

“Was ‘supposed to be counting?” If they had any more energy–or maybe slightly more blood–in their body, the slur to their own words would have been concerning.

The villain’s lips pursed into a thin line, and the hero felt them begin to run an assessing hand over their injuries, cataloguing them, brow furrowing further with every second.

“M’sorry,” they managed, tongue thick. The villain didn’t pause.

“For what?”

“Bleeding on your door,” they managed. The villain stopped them from raising their head from their knees. “And your–porch.”

“I don’t give a shit about either of those things,” the villain said, simply, easily. Like it was nothing. Like they didn’t feel the weight of it as they threw it into the air.

The villain sat back on their heels, clearly having learned what they wanted from the hero’s injuries.

When the hero didn’t immediately look at them, the villain grabbed their chin, gently turning it until the hero faced them.

“How far did you walk,” they said slowly, and the hero had never been more grateful for anything in their life.

“Four miles,” the hero said, and they couldn’t hear their own voice above the roaring, but the villain obviously could from the way their eyes darkened.

The hero wanted no part in making the villain angry again–I never want to see you again, do you hear me? If you ever try to talk to me again I will kill the both of us, I promise you that–, but when they attempted to push themselves up to leave, the only thing they managed was a piteous whine and a stab of pain so intense they forgot to breathe.

“Idiot,” the villain hissed. But oddly, the hero didn’t sense any anger coming from the villain.

They blinked–too long, again–and found themselves in the villain’s arms as they walked through the house. Their head lolled back onto the villain’s shoulder, and the villain glanced down as if–to make sure the hero was okay. That they were conscious, and breathing.

Oh.

Oh.

The villain wasn’t angry.

They were afraid. For the hero.

Which didn’t make any sense, because–

I never want to see you again–

“You’re mad at me,” the hero reasoned, and it came out half strangled and petulant. The villain looked down at them, and the hero caught the tiniest flinch in their jaw.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“That’s not what you said yesterday,” the hero whispered, and the villain flinched.

“I wanted to stop this from happening.” The villain settled them onto a bathroom counter, lights flickering on as the hero leaned back against the mirror. Blood began to dry, sticky, between their fingers.

The hero’s mouth went dry, and it caught in their throat when they tried to swallow it.

“You could have just left me there.” Their voice only shook a little bit, but the villain’s head still snapped up from where they had been digging through a drawer.

“What?”

“On the porch,” the hero clarified, clearing their throat. The lump didn’t go away, and they had begun shaking at some point, and they couldn’t stop. “If you didn’t want to deal with me you could have just left me there–”

The villain’s face had darkened into something the hero almost didn’t recognize. 

“I would burn the world for you, and you think I would leave you to die on my porch?”

“You said you didn’t want this to happen.”

“No, that’s not–” the villain rubbed a hand over their brow, and the hero winced at the blood it left behind. “No. No, that’s not what I meant. I was trying to keep you from going to that stupid event and getting hurt. I knew it was going to blow.”

“I would have gone anyway.”

The villain stilled. “I thought maybe if you never wanted to see me again, and you knew I was there…”

“I would,” the hero repeated. “Have gone anyway.”

The hero watched as the villain’s face rippled through a dozen emotions, settling onto something unidentifiable.

“Why?”

“Because you were there,” the hero said easily, shrugging one shoulder. Because when it came to the villain, it really was that easy. They could scream, and shout, and hold a knife to the hero’s throat, and the hero would still follow them into hell. That was their villain.

The villain looked like the hero had stabbed them, face draining of color. Their fingers went white around the edge of the counter, as if it was the only thing keeping them upright.

“What,” the villain’s voice was hoarse.

“I went because I was hoping you would be there,” the hero said honestly

“Stop,” the villain raised a hand between them, a shield, voice breaking. They sucked in a breath, then another, like they were trying to keep themself from breaking down onto the tile.

“You would have gone to the event no matter what, just to see me,” the villain said slowly, and the hero nodded

“Yes.”

“Even though I screamed at you?”

“Yes.”

“And told you I hated you.”

“Villain, please–”

“Now you know,” the villain interrupted, voice incredibly soft. “Why I would have never left you on that porch.”

The hero forgot to breathe for a moment, tongue going numb in their mouth. The villain couldn’t mean–

They blinked for a moment too long, and then the villain was standing between the hero’s knees, hand on their chest.

“You love me,” the hero said a moment later.

“Ruinously,” the villain agreed.

“So you–”

“I was trying to save your life,” the villain’s hands were gentle as they began to patch up the hero’s side. “And now I’m saving your life in a new and unanticipated way. But there is nothing you could ever do to stop me from saving your life.”

The hero’s heart clenched. 

“Really?”

The villain caught their chin, eyes boring into the hero’s. They brushed a piece of hair off the side of the hero’s face.

“Really.”

The hero sighed, and the villain caught them as they slumped.

“I thought you hated me,” the hero said, and they hated how raw they sounded. The villain made a choked little noise.

“I’m so sorry.”

The hero sniffed.

“Don’t do it again.”

The villain simply hummed, and smoothed the ends of a bandage down against the hero’s abdomen. The hero could feel their hands shaking.

You scared me.

A second later, their hands settled on either side of the hero’s head, and the villain rested their face into the hero’s hair. They pressed a kiss to the hero’s temple, tension easing from their shoulders.

I’m sorry.

The hero clutched the front of the villain’s shirt between their hands, drawing them closer. The villain went willingly, loose limbed with affection and the rapid draining of terror from their system.

“I would have never left you on that porch.”

The hero had never believed anyone more.

[dreamcatcheratdawn]

Ussop: The Ocean is a soup.

R/N:...

R/N: Explain.

Ussop: What are needed for something to be a soup?

R/N: Erm… Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Ussop: *tilts head*

R/N: *realizing* ...The Ocean is a soup.

Ussop: The Ocean is a soup.

Luffy: Wow, how did I not think of that before..

Zoro: Me too.

Sanji: Shut up, you marimo.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Sanji + “remember that time you bought me flowers and I almost died because I was allergic”

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Whenever Sanji feels like he's found peace in the pure bliss of being your partner. You can't help but turn to him with a devilish smile on your lips and a glint in your eye that let him know his peace, his joy at being next to his beloved, is about to be ruined. "Remember that time you bought me flowers and I almost died because I was allergic?"

Of course he remembers! He's haunted by it. Sometimes he lays awake at night and is overcome with immense guilt that in all of your travels together. All of the battle against marines and other pirates. That he came the closest to putting you in the grave. "Please sweetie, don't remind me." He'll plea every time, but you're always so amused by his reaction whenever you bring it up that you can't stop.

"Sorry, sorry, but I just think it's so funny. And I can't help but think of it every time you're trying to be romantic." He'd appeared so sure when he handed you the bouquet of flowers. The flirtacious tone in his voice as he presented them.

'Beautiful flowers for one that is just as beautiful.' You'd been swept off your feet enough to temporarily forget that the roses he was giving to you would probably knock you dead if you breathed them in anymore. 'Will you go out with me?' And as you went to reply to tell Sanji your answer, your throat tightened. Coughs ripping themselves out of your mouth, before eventually just collasping.

Sanji scooped you up incredibly quick, leaving the flowers behind to find Chopper. And you survived the whole ordeal. Despite being out of commision for a few days. When you woke back up, Sanji dropped to his knees in apology and begged for your forgiveness.

You'd forgiven him, and went out on that date eventually. But of course you never forgot about the whole thing.

"I still can't believe you're allergic to roses. Surely I can't have been the first guy to nearly kill you."

"No one had bought me flowers before." He dramatically places a hand to his chest.

"I can't understand why, someone as gorgeous as you deserves flowers to be thrown at their feet." You know his intentions with his comment, and while it does make your chest feel warm. You can't help your reply.

"Well good thing they don't because I'd probably be dead."

"I didn't mean it like that!"

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