#They KNOW something is wrong and that Luffy. Something happened to their captain

[shima-draws]

Me: BRO. Can you imagine if Luffy activated Gear 5 2 years earlier at Marineford

AO3: Hey boo I gotchu

Me: AY-YO????

[inseobts]

Her

sanji x fem!reader ➜ law x fem!reader

SONG | 'her' by mino || spotify || youtube || apple music

A/N | I hope the povs are well written lmao I had no idea how to do them

TAGS | past relantionship, angst (sanji), soft (law), bittersweet reunion, emotional tension, hurt/comfort

WORDS COUNT | 2.3k

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

Your POV

You feel it before you see it.

The breeze from the sea, warmer than usual. Laughter. A voice you know too well. A scent of salt and fire and spice.

Sanji.

You stop walking. The blue scarf around your neck shifts in the wind.

“Captain...” you say quietly, looking over your shoulder. Law’s standing nearby, arms crossed.

“Hm?”

“I changed my mind. I’ll wait here.”

He lifts a brow “Scared?”

You let out a short breath “No. Just… tired.”

Law doesn’t push. He nods and walks ahead.

You should’ve stayed on the Polar Tang.

But it’s too late. Chopper’s already seen you.

“Y/N!!!”

You flinch as the little reindeer throws himself into your arms “Chopper…”

Now the others notice. Nami’s eyes go wide. Usopp blinks, confused. Robin smiles kindly. Zoro frowns. Franky shouts something. Brook makes a joke.

And then... You see him.

Sanji.

He walks up slowly, stops a few feet from you. His eyes scan your face, then drop to the scarf. The blue one Law gave you.

“Hey.” he says, voice low.

“Hi...” you reply.

It’s been two years since you left the crew.

Since you left him.

He doesn’t ask how you are. He doesn’t need to. His eyes say everything.

You look away “Didn’t think I’d see you again.”

“You… look good.” he says as he eyes stops on your scarf.

You touch it without thinking “It’s warm.”

He laughs, but there’s no joy in it “Yeah. Must be.”

Sanji’s POV

You’re right in front of Sanji.

Your hair’s a little longer. You look calmer. But not happier. That's what he thinks seeing you.

But… you look good. He has to admit this.

It suits you, as always.

Your hair and the way it flows.

A part of my heart aches.

You are completely out of reach.

The scarf.

You’re even matching… Sanji wonders how much you had to insist to convince him to wear it.

Sanji would have proposed it to you instead.

It suits you, that blue scarf.

But the fact that there’s another one next to it.

Bothers me, blue, side by side.

The way you two are walking, it doesn’t really fit.

It’s all wrong.

Luffy invites you to eat. Of course he does.

You agrees. Of course you do.

Why wouldn’t you? It’s just food. It’s just a table. It’s just everyone pretending we’re not broken.

Sanji brings out the food and sets down a plate in front of you.

You whispers, “Thank you.”

Sanji wants to say, don’t thank me—stay. But he just nods.

Everyone talks like nothing happened. Everyone but Sanji.

Law stays close to your side. Sanji can see how he looks at you. Calm, steady. Like he belongs there. Like he’s your home now.

In the stories, you two spitefully whisper to each other.

I wonder if I have a place in it.

After dinner, you get up and walk to the edge of the deck. The wind pulls your scarf again.

Sanji follows you.

You turn before he can speak.

“Don’t,” you say “Don’t make this harder.”

He swallows “Do you love him?”

You hesitate. That pause? It kills him.

“I’m trying to...” you say.

Tomorrow, look good with me…

Please look good with me.

One day, let’s look good together.

Please look good with me.

He wants to take your hand. He wants to say come back. He wants to say he doesn’t look right with you. But you’re already turning away.

He lights a cigarette. The lighter shakes.

“Stay for dessert.” he says instead.

You stop. Look over your shoulder.

“…Okay,” you say “Then I go.”

He pretends he's not watching.

You’re sitting with Law now. Knees turned slightly toward him, but not close enough to touch. You laugh softly, nervously. Your hand brushes the scarf again like you’re checking it’s still there. That it still means something.

“Law,” you say with that sweet tone you used to save for him, “if you keep frowning like that, people will think you’re always mad.”

He doesn’t even look up, just shrugs “They’re not wrong.”

You giggle “It’s cute, though.”

Sanji's jaw clenches.

That’s what you say. Cute. But he doesn’t say anything back. Doesn’t smile. Doesn’t react.

Of course he doesn’t. He’s stone. Cold and sharp, like the scalpel he lives by.

It doesn’t fit you, the hard liquor.

The mean words and the soulless expression.

He doesn’t deserve that laugh. That warmth.

He doesn’t even try. He just sits there like a wall.

All Sanji can think is "If it were me… I’d be making you cry from laughing too hard, not wondering if I’m listening. I’d hold your hand like it’s made of gold. I’d kiss you like you were never meant to be anyone else’s."

He carries over the dessert tray. Not because he has to. Because it’s you.

The plate he slides in front of you has your favorite. He remembered. Of course he did.

You light up “You still make this?”

“Only when I miss you.” he says without even thinking.

Your lips part slightly. You don’t answer. Law says nothing either, even tho his hands tighten around his cup.

Sanji kneels next to the table “One bite. Just try it, yeah?”

You give in. Picks up the fork and takes a bite.

And when you close your eyes and smiles? He dies and come back to life in the same second.

“This is still the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” you say quietly.

“I could make it every day for you.” he says.

Your smile fades just a little. You look at him with those eyes… the ones that used to hold oceans for him.

“Sanji…” you whisper.

He shakes his head as he says “Don’t say anything. Just… remember that.”

But all what he really wanted to say was "If you gave me even a corner of your world again, I’d fill it with joy. I’d never leave you wondering. I’d remind you every day you’re enough."

"You think Law is safety, but I would be warmth. Then, I’ll take away half of your sadness. If you make me a place by your side."

You take another bite, not looking at him.

Law finally speaks “We’re leaving in the morning.”

Sanji suddenly stands. His chest burns.

He sees you avoid his eyes.

So he walks away before you can see the cracks.

Your POV

You feel it before it happens.

The shift in the air. The way Sanji stands. The weight in his shoulders. The quiet goodbye he doesn’t say.

He walks away like he’s used to people not choosing him.

And for a second, you just… sit there.

Frozen.

The fork in your hand feels heavy now.

The cake doesn’t taste like anything anymore.

You look up. And Law is already watching you.

His face is unreadable, but not cold. Never cold, not with you. He doesn’t ask where your heart is right now. He knows it isn’t something that can be answered with a sentence.

You hesitate “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he asks, soft but steady.

You lower your eyes “For… being a mess.”

Law leans back slightly, arms crossed “You’re not a mess. You’re human.”

You look at him again.

There’s no jealousy. No anger.

Just quiet understanding in his dark eyes. Like he already knew this might happen. Like he still trusts you anyway.

“I need to talk to him.” you say.

“I figured,” he answers simply “Go.”

You blink, surprised “You’re not mad?”

Law scoffs lightly “You think I’d want someone who keeps her feelings locked up just to protect mine?”

“No…” you whisper.

He nods once “I don’t know what you’ll say to him. But whatever it is, I believe you’ll do it with honesty.”

You swallow the knot in your throat. Stand.

You look back one last time. Law’s already looking toward the sea now, letting you go without chains.

You walk fast.

Down the steps of the Sunny, past the crates and ropes and barrels of a ship your heart still remember like it’s home. Your feet echo on the wooden deck, heart racing, scarf trailing behind you.

You spot him, lighting a cigarette, hand trembling slightly as he cups the flame.

“Sanji!”

He turns, startled.

You slow down as you reach him. You don’t speak right away. You’re not even sure what you’re going to say yet. But you had to come. That much you know.

His eyes search your face like he’s afraid he’s dreaming.

“…You didn’t have to follow me.” he says, voice rough.

“I know,” you say “But I wanted to.”

You stand there for a moment, unsure. The corridor is quiet now. Only the sound of waves and your heart beating too fast.

Sanji looks surprised you’re still here.

He slowly lowers the cigarette between his lips. Then pauses.

Then… he puts it out.

Without a word, he presses it against the railing and tosses it into the small bucket near his feet.

You notice. Of course you do.

“I still hate that smell.” you say softly.

He chuckles under his breath “I know.”

You sit down beside him. Close, but not touching. You hug your knees to your chest and stare at the stars.

For a few minutes, it’s just the two of you and the silence.

Then his voice breaks it, raw, quiet, cracking.

“I still think about you. Every damn day.”

You turn to look at him, but he’s staring at the horizon.

“I pretended I didn’t care. I smiled, flirted, laughed with the crew. But nothing ever felt right after you left. Not food. Not mornings. Not women.” He swallows hard “I hated that now you chose someone else. That you’re here… next to him.”

He finally looks at you.

“Blue scarf, cold stare. He doesn’t fit you.”

You sigh. Not annoyed, just tired. Of running. Of hurting him.

“I feel really good with him,” you say “I like being with him.”

Sanji blinks, face twisting for just a second “But do you love being with him?”

His voice is sharp but shaky.

“You used to say you loved being with me. You remember that?”

You look away.

“I remember,” you whisper “I truly loved being with you. I’m not denying that.”

You meet his eyes “I loved you, Sanji.”

That stops everything.

His lips part “…Loved.”

His voice is nothing but breath. Like the word alone is a blade.

You nod slowly “Even if I don’t use the word love when I talk about Law doesn’t mean I feel bad with him. Or that I’m using him to get over you.”

You tuck your face into your knees, trying to hold it together.

“It’s been years since we broke up,” you say into your arms “And I just got with Law. I’m not trying to rush it. I don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. I’m trying to give him time for these things…”

You lift your head, just a little.

“…But Sanji… I do love him. A lot, actually.”

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.

Just looks at you like the wind got knocked out of him.

Your heart hurts seeing his face like that. You didn’t want this to be cruel. You just wanted to be honest.

His shoulders drop.

And then he smiles.

Not the flirty one. Not the fake one. The sad one.

“I get it,” he says quietly “I really do.”

You stare at him “Sanji…”

He shakes his head gently “I just want you to be happy. I was stupid enough to hope it might be with me again.”

He reaches out and tucks your hair behind your ear, soft like always.

“Guess I was right about one thing.” he says.

You blink “What?”

“That blue looks good next to you,” he grins a little, “but if it makes you feel safe, then… maybe that’s what matters more.”

Law’s POV

You’ve been gone for a while.

The wind shifts. The sea makes its usual music… constant, indifferent.

Law waits on the edge of the ship, arms crossed, leaning against a post. The scarf you left flutters gently at his neck. It still holds your warmth. Your scent. Not fully his yet, but familiar enough to ache.

He doesn’t need to hear your words to know how it ended.

Sanji’s not crying. But he looks like he might. His hands shake just slightly when he pulls out another cigarette. He lights it this time.

And you walk back.

Slowly.

Like you’re walking away from something that once felt like home.

You don’t say anything when you reach Law. Just leans against the rail beside him, silent, eyes on the ocean.

He doesn’t even have the heart to ask.

You finally speak.

“You were right,” you say “I just had to be honest.”

He glances sideways “And?”

Your voice is soft “I told him I loved him once. I don’t anymore.”

Seems like you have more to say, so he just waits.

“I told him I love you now.”

His chest tightens, not with surprise, but with something heavier. Something real.

You don’t look at him when you say it. You’re trembling a little. Arms crossed over yourself.

So he takes off the scarf and gently wraps it around your shoulders instead.

“You’re cold.” he says.

You look at him finally, eyes wide.

He shrugs “You always think so much, you forget to notice when you’re freezing.”

A faint smile tugs at your lips. Your eyes are glassy.

He hates seeing you cry. But he knows it’s okay if you do it now. This time, it’s not because you’re lost. It’s because you’ve found something worth holding onto.

He doesn’t say I love you back. Not yet.

But he knows he doesn’t need to. He knows that’s not what you want to hear right now.

He just stay. He will always stay. He will always be there.

And so do you, Y/N.

[honnelander]

go fish! part 2

guyssss i did NOT expect this little series to blow up. y'all are amazing! i'm turning into a Sanji writing blog and am i mad about it? no lmao i received a couple of requests and i'll work on them as soon as i can. i'm really in the zone rn so i'll ride this wave as long as i can. if you want to be a part of the taglist for whenever i post new Sanji content, lmk. i hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: none

word count: 2.8k

pairing: opla!sanji x fem!reader

summary: after being humiliated by Usopp earlier, reader stays in her room to decompress. however, she gets a visitor.

prequel part 1 part 3 part 4 masterlist

taglist: @smolracoon25 @mischiefmanaged71 @jovialcat123

Mortified. That’s how you felt. Still. 

Ever since you ‘forfeited’ from finishing your Go Fish card game with Usopp a couple of hours ago, you had taken your glass of water that Sanji had poured for you and boarded up in your shared room with Nami, refusing to come out due to “heat exhaustion”. 

Poor Luffy, ever the golden hearted captain, was immediately worried for your wellbeing as soon as he heard that but after multiple reassurances from you and getting up off of your hammock multiple times to prove you were in fact, just fine, he relented from wanting to stop by the nearest island so he could find a doctor for you. Usopp had managed to convince him as well that all you needed was some water, alone time, and that you would be fine by dinnertime. 

You rubbed your eyes as you let out a sigh, vowing to yourself that the next time you wanted some time by yourself, you should just take a bath or something, since any other excuse would cause someone on the crew (Luffy) to lose their mind at the thought of someone not feeling well. 

You readjusted yourself, sitting more upright, as you downed the last of your water, it being warm by this point since it had been poured by Sanji hours ago. 

Sanji. Ugh.  

Your heart fluttered once again at the mere thought of him, but that flutter was immediately replaced by a wave of crashing embarrassment at the thought of the afternoon’s sequence of events. What had happened earlier wasn’t even anything that groundbreaking or special, but to you? It was everything. It wasn’t common practice in your life for the object of your affections to be so kind towards you, so thoughtful, to read and anticipate your needs before you even knew they were even there. But Sanji? He was all of that and more. And you didn’t even know him for that long! You’ve all been a part of the straw-hat crew for 5 months at this point and it felt silly to admit to yourself that you had developed a crush on one of your crewmates in that short amount of time. 

And having feelings for your crewmate? Someone who you literally couldn’t get away from since you all were trapped on a ship together (not that you would ever want to be away from him or anyone else for that matter, besides Usopp, but still), it felt morally wrong. You guys were all a team. Sure, you all were off to sail around the world and chase dreams, but achieving all of that required teamwork and trust, and that was hard to do if two of those people were caught up with matters of the heart every hour of every day. 

Like, what if things didn’t work out in the end? Would you really want to put the crew’s dynamic at stake just because you thought the blonde guy was cute? No, you wouldn’t. It would be selfish so you would never dare to put yourself or Sanji in that position. No matter how much you liked him. 

So as much as it pained you, you could never tell Sanji how you feel. You would never cross that line of being a ‘professional pirate’ into something more, like a pirate wife. Or a pirate chef’s wife. 

It definitely didn’t help that freaking Usopp of all people on the crew knew about your affections for Sanji. Ugh, you groaned. He was the absolute worst person to know about it too. Why did he have to figure it out? Why did he have to be the one that had put two and two together to equal four? That your random bouts of awkwardness and shyness plus ‘heart eyes’ and blushes whenever Sanji was around equaled to you having a forbidden crush on the crew’s chef? It was embarrassing. And complicated.  

He loved to stir the pot too, so whenever he could tease you for it when you both were alone or in front of a clueless Sanji, he would. You remembered the kiss he had shared with Kayla back when the straw-hats had acquired the Going Merry, so you definitely jabbed him right back when you had had enough, since part of you felt guilty for it since Kayla was thousands of miles away and Sanji lived on this ship with you. Your situations were slightly similar but completely different.  

Also, completely different in the way that him and Kayla were basically dating at this point, albeit long distance, and had shared a kiss while you could barely sustain eye contact that lasted more than 5 seconds with Sanji. 

You were hopeless. 

“Knock, knock,” a familiar accented voice came through the closed door. “Y/n? Are you awake?” 

"Sanji?” you blurted out in complete surprise.  

Shit. You weren’t mentally prepared to see him just yet. At all. You were still replaying the interaction you both had earlier in your head, your overthinking mind going over every minute detail to figure out if Usopp’s careless teasing had given away your affections.  

Usopp, you mentally ground out. You were going to kill him. Sanji had never stopped by your room before so what on earth was he doing here now?  

Suddenly, a thought struck you like a bolt of lightning and made your stomach drop fifty miles below sea level: if Sanji had specifically stopped by your room just to gently let you down, that no, in fact he did not feel the same way about you, that he only thought of you as a member of the crew and nothing more....then yeah, you were definitely going to kill Usopp and throw him overboard. 

Before you could mentally plot out more details on Usopp's murder, the door opened and the straw-hat chef’s blonde head appeared. His eyes quickly scanned Nami’s empty hammock on the room’s left side before turning his head to the right, his blue eyes immediately finding your surprised ones, a (relieved?) smile lighting up his face at the sight of you. 

“So, I take it you’re awake?” Sanji asked in a light, teasing tone but not making an effort to move himself away from the doorway. 

“Uh, y-eah,” you stuttered out in surprise as you just stared at him dumbfounded. You still couldn’t figure out why he was here. 

Sanji continued to lock eyes with you, making your cheeks flush the longer you both stared at each other, and your palms sweat as the silence stretched on, making the tension in the air become thicker by the second. He blinked, his eyes darting to the side in confusion, raising an eyebrow as he asked, “May I come in?” 

“OH! Yes, of course- sorry,” you stuttered as you waved him inside, sitting up in your hammock and mentally face palmed yourself. Of course, Sanji was waiting on you to invite him inside. Like always, he was acting like a true gentleman. “Please, come in. Have a seat. Sorry, that was rude of me. Make yourself at home.” 

Sanji stood up to his full height and walked into your room with an easy smile and a small laugh, closing the door behind him. “Ah, don’t ever apologize y/n. You could never be rude to me,” Sanji rebuttalled and waved off your apology as he looked around and took in your very plain and basic shared room with Nami.  

Your room, or side of the room more specifically, wasn’t much to brag about considering you really didn’t have much to your name but for now, it was home to you. Your side consisted of your hammock, a wooden barrel next to it to act as a makeshift nightstand that housed your only book, a journal, and a lamp, along with an empty wooden crate to act as a makeshift seat and another to hold some of your other clothes and small travel bag. Nami’s side was similar to yours but had a touch more personality as she hung up some maps she found at various markets and drew up herself on her wall. 

You swallowed, suddenly feeling a tad self-conscious about the lack of things in your room considering your current guest was dressed, as usual, to the nines in his signature black suit and blue and white striped shirt complete with a skinny black tie. “Sorry for the sad state of my room-” 

“Sad?” Sanji stopped admiring your room and snapped his gaze to look at you. His eyebrows pulled together as another confused smile adorned his features. “Why would you say that? Your room isn’t sad, I like it. It’s a reflection of you,” his next words came out softer, “and I think that’s beautiful.” 

You could feel heat crawling up your neck at his words as you busied yourself with placing the empty glass in your hand on your barrel nightstand. There was no way Sanji was calling you beautiful, he was just commenting on your room. With Nami. On your shared room that owed any ounce of ‘personality’ to the ship’s navigator because it was obvious you literally brought nothing special to this room whatsoever.  

You stopped yourself from spiraling into ‘I don’t bring anything special to the straw-hats, I don’t know why they keep me around’ thoughts because now wasn’t the time to think about any of that. Those dark thoughts were reserved when you couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night.  

As you placed the glass on the nightstand, you asked, “So, what brings you all the way to my room? Aren’t you usually prepping for dinner around this time?” 

Sanji’s eyes followed your hand and lit up when he saw the sole book on your nightstand. “Oh, a book? I didn’t know you liked to read.” His megawatt smile lit up a couple of notches as his eyes sparkled, he looked like he had just learned one of the universe’s greatest mysteries as he took a seat near you on an empty crate. “What book is that?” 

“Oh, that?” You mentally deflated at the fact you now had to tell Sanji about your favorite book, “It’s Pride and Prejudice.”  

You weren’t ashamed of having that book specifically, you loved it and it was your favorite book of all time, you had lost count at how many times you had read it at this point, but it was the fact that you now had to share this part of yourself with the guy you fancied. Guys normally scoffed and turned their nose up at romance book and romantic things, so you were bracing for Sanji to scoff and laugh at you like all the other guys did (like even Zoro and Usopp did when they first saw you reading it) but it never came. 

Instead, Sanji’s smile remained bright. “Ah, so you’re a lover of classic romances? Pride and Prejudice? Romeo and Juliet?” 

Immediately, you smiled, finding yourself instantly comfortable suddenly whenever you got to talk about one of your favorite things. “Absolutely. I don’t think there’s a problem big enough out there that love can’t solve. Family backgrounds? Wealth and status? At the end of the day, none of that stuff matters. What matters is if two people love each other.” 

Sanji stayed quiet for a moment, looking into your eyes with a twinkle of an emotion that you couldn’t decipher. It made your heart skip a beat. “Yeah,” he agreed quietly, never breaking eye contact. “I agree.” 

You swallowed. “You like this stuff too? Have you read Pride and Prejudice?” 

Sanji blinked and that indescribable emotion he had in his eyes was gone. His smile remained, however, and became sheepish as he held up his hands, “Ah ok, you caught me. I’ve never read the full thing, but I know the main parts of the story. My favorite part that I did read though, was the first dinner with Mr. Collins and he complimented the Bennets on their ‘excellent boiled potatoes’.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head slightly as you teased, “I should’ve known that the chef of the Going Merry’s favorite part of the book is when food is discussed!” 

The blonde cook held his hands up again with a good-natured laugh, “Ah, you got me!” His face softened as he asked, “What about you?" He nodded towards the book. "What’s your favorite part?” 

You paused for a second as you mulled the question over. “Well, I'm not sure if you know about this part since you never read the book...” 

“Try me,” he encouraged softly. 

Your face turned to the side, your eyes looking at the wooden wall to your right, unable to bring yourself to look at Sanji as you told him your favorite part of your favorite book. You took a deep breath to steady yourself and calm your nerves, your voice becoming quiet as you told him, “My favorite part is...when Mr. Darcy barges in on Elizabeth for the first time, while she’s at her friend Charlotte’s house writing a letter. He had come to practice ‘conversating’ with her since he admitted that it wasn’t something he was good at and she had told him to practice it. So, Mr. Darcy just barged in and they had one of the most painfully awkward conversations ever...and he did all that just because he loves her. He did something he hated and was bad at, and opened himself up to embarrassment just because he wanted to improve and be better for her. It’s so romantic and beautiful.” 

The air was quiet after your mini monologue and for a moment, nothing could be heard except for their quiet breathing and the occasional crash of the ocean from outside your small window. 

Part of you worried that your little rambling had bored Sanji, so when you finally looked at him, imagine your surprise when you found him leaning in towards you, hands clasped, elbows resting on his knees and his eyes watching you, completely engaged. It was like he was hanging onto your every word. 

Sanji scanned your face for a moment, the corner of his lips curling upwards as he said, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m not familiar with that part in the book,” and before you could open your mouth to bring yourself down, he continued, “but, that doesn’t mean your answer is wrong.” He leaned back and slapped his hands against his thighs, “Hell, it’s a much more insightful answer than mine!” He laughed. “I just liked how they were poking some fun at boiled potatoes.” 

You laughed with him because yes, that part in the book also made you laugh as well. But at the mention of food, you realized that you still didn’t know why Sanji was here in the first place. Wasn’t he normally prepping for dinner at this time? He had to be running behind schedule at this point. 

“Why are you here, Sanji? Isn’t it almost time for dinner?” 

“Yeah, it is actually but I heard you weren’t feeling well so I wanted to check in on you, make sure you’re feeling alright and see if you have any special requests for dinner?” 

You couldn’t help the slight smile that overtook your face, trying to hide the blush at the fact that he was kind enough to check in on you and offer to practically be your own personal chef for the evening. 

You hummed for a moment, acting like you were deep in thought before asking with a raised eyebrow, "And what would you say if I requested some boiled potatoes?”  

The smile that lit up the chef’s face was priceless. He had never looked more beautiful. “To that, I would say ‘Absolutely. If that’s what the missus wants, then that is what the missus will get.’” 

Missus. There it was again. You felt all warm inside whenever he called you that, it made you feel like he was your husband and that you were his wife. But that wasn’t the case. Sanji definitely must have called other women that before. You weren’t special to him, he was just being polite.  

You swallowed down your emotions, putting your sudden wave of sadness away for later, putting on a small smile. “Then that sounds perfect. I would like to formally request some ‘excellent boiled potatoes’ as a side for dinner, please.” 

If Sanji noticed your sudden change in mood, he didn’t show it. Instead, he grinned as he said, “Excellent choice, Madam. Boiled potatoes, coming right up.” As he stood up and made his way towards your door, Sanji did one of the most unexpected things that nearly knocked the wind out of you. With his left hand on the doorknob he said, “And don’t worry, Madam. I’ll sprinkle in a little bit of extra love in there,” he turned and winked at you, “just for you.” 

With that, Sanji left your room, gently closing the door behind him, leaving you completely dumbstruck in your room, your mouth agape and body frozen. 

Did Sanji just say he loved you? 

You shook your head, because there was no way he did, right? He said he’d ‘sprinkle in some extra love’ into your potatoes, not 'I love you". You weren’t a chef, maybe that was a euphemism for something. 

You sighed.  

Those better be some good boiled potatoes. 

[froggiewrites]

May I request some Luffy smut? Maybe including some aphrodisiac of some kind or influence from a devil fruit- I don't mind! I'd just love to see your ideas

I am SO sorry this has taken so long, thank you to everyone who's sent in requests for being so patient. Life has been kicking my ass this month so badly I haven't even been able to read any fanfic, let alone write it. Fingers crossed that the end of November is kinder than the beginning!

I'm really excited to have finally finished this request, I'm a big sucker for sex pollen/aphrodisiac stuff so this was really fun for me! Also, this was my first time writing for Luffy, so I hope I did him justice!

Need

Pairing: Luffy x Reader

NSFW

Summary: You find your Captain in dire need of a little help. What kind of friend would you be if you didn't provide? Warnings: Smut, Sex Pollen/Aphrodisiac, Oral Sex (Reader receiving), Vaginal Sex Word Count: 1.8k

You should have known something was wrong when the ship was quiet. The Thousand Sunny is never quiet. There’s always the sound of clashing metal, of excited voices, of a song dancing its way across the deck. But you don’t hear a single noise outside of your door, nor do you see anyone as you pad your way outside. 

You knew that you were docking soon, that your crew would leave to explore the island, but you didn’t expect them to leave without waking you up. You had been on night watch last night, so you certainly needed the rest, but you’re not used to them not at least momentarily waking you to let you know where everyone’s going.

Your surprise and confusion only grows as you hear someone crashing through the brush, and you see your Captain emerge, sprinting precariously toward the ship as though he’s being chased.

“Luffy?”

He doesn’t answer as he continues to rush forward, launching himself up onto the Sunny. Luffy stumbles onto the deck, teetering dangerously towards the railing. Before you can rush to catch him, his back hits the wood, and he lowers himself to the ground, legs splayed out. You can’t even tell if he can see you until he murmurs your name. He’s dripping with sweat, his face red.

You kneel down between his legs, leaning forward to try to get a good look at him. You can’t see any visible injuries, but clearly something is horribly wrong. “Are you okay, Luff?”

“No.” His voice is nothing but a whine, his eyes glassy and unfocused. “Need…something.”

“Something?”

Luffy glances around, pout on his face. “Something. Dunno what.”

You reach out to rest your hand on his forehead, which is burning so hot you almost pull it back in shock. He leans into your touch, giving off a soft hum. “You have a fever. Do you know what happened to you?”

“Nothing happened. We were all exploring, and we split into groups, and then…hm…I ate that fruit Zoro picked.”

Oh god. Zoro’s not exactly a botanist, or a survivalist, and for a single moment you believe with every fiber of your being that your dear friend has accidentally poisoned your captain. “What kind of fruit was it?”

“I dunno. It was sweet. And red.”

You sigh. “That doesn’t narrow it down at all. God, you would think that eating one mystery fruit in your life would be enough for you.”

His indignation beats out his discomfort for just a moment. “The first one went really well.”

You guess you can’t argue with that. “Can you remember anything else about it? We can rule out any devil fruit since you haven’t…exploded.”

“It was warm. And it made me wanna come find you.”

That makes you pause. “It…made you want to find me? Like specifically me?”

“Yeah.”

You have a bad feeling about this. “Do you know why you wanted me?”

He squints in concentration. “To…make it better.”

“How?”

He grabs your hand and places it back on his face. The sound he makes is borderline erotic. “Like this. This helps.”

The warmth against your hand, the moan that escapes your captain, the tent you can see growing in his pants, it all starts painting a very troubling picture. A very tempting one, but troubling nonetheless. “Luffy, are you warm anywhere in particular?”

“My stomach. And lower.” He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around you and burying his face in your neck. His nose nuzzles against you, and he takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent and sighing. His hands gently massage against your hips, reveling in the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips. “You’re soft,” he murmurs, lips brushing lightly against you. You clench your thighs involuntarily, a move you hope he doesn’t notice.

“You’re—ahh!” One of his hands moves up to your breast, squeezing your breast through your shirt, and he moans again at your squeak. “You’re not in your right mind, Luffy! I think that fruit was—ah!” His hand slides beneath your shirt, then your bra, and finally he pinches your nipple. 

“Come closer.” His voice is thick as he pulls you onto his lap. “I think this is fixing it. Feels nice.” He jerks his hips, and you can feel his hardness rub against you. You try to keep your moan inside of your mouth, but when you do, he huffs, and ruts into you harder.

“Luffy!”

He grins. “That’s better.” As his hand begins to slide down the front of your pants you finally come to your senses and grab it, stopping him in his tracks. He blinks at you, a little clarity coming back to his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“You–you’re clearly under the influence of something, and I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want–”

“I want it.” The hand slides slowly down further. His voice grows hungrier, more desperate. “I need it.”

With the way he’s looking at you, pupils blown out and cheeks flushed, you believe him.

“Well if you really need it, I’d hate to deprive you, Captain.”

He grins, and before you know it, you’re pinned to the deck, your shirt and bra removed, Luffy’s teeth pressing insistently against your chest. He shoves his hand unceremoniously between your legs, making a small noise of satisfaction against you when you squeal. His fingers slide against your clothed clit, sending a shiver up your spine and slowly building the heat in your gut. He hums quietly, “It’s wet.” He looks up at you. “For me?”

You flush, before nodding quickly. You can’t bring yourself to look at him out of fear you’ll combust. You can see the sweat sliding down the muscles in his arms and chest, his tongue peeking out of his mouth as he pants. He looks even better than you’d ever dreamed, his eyes radiating a hunger than you never expected to be directed at you.

He quickly slides down your pants and underwear in a single motion, and in your surprise you press your thighs together, shielding yourself from him. He practically growls, “Stop that. Wanna taste.”

He pries your thighs apart, diving into you with the same enthusiasm he does everything else. His tongue laps at you with reckless abandon as he sloppily takes everything you’ll give him. His hands pull you impossibly closer, his nose brushing against your clit as his mouth explores. When you moan, he laughs against you, the rumble of it spreading across your sensitive skin and making your thighs tense around his head. You worry you’ll suffocate him, drown him, but he doesn’t seem to mind losing to you.

You can feel the tension building in your body, your legs shaking as you come closer and closer to your peak. Your hands grip the grass beneath you, one second away from ripping it out of the deck entirely. Some part of you is hyper aware of the fact you are out in the open, where anybody could see or hear, but the rest of you is lost in the pleasure of the moment, in the feeling of your Captain’s tongue against you. So you don’t try to stop your back from arching as your climax grows nearer, nor do you make any attempt to hold back your cry as you cum on your Captain’s face.

He pulls away from you, his face dripping, his pupils blown out, and his lips upturned into a dazed smile. You can’t bring yourself to look away as he slowly licks his lips, savoring every drop of you. Without a word, his mouth crashes into yours, and you can taste yourself on his lips. His hands roughly force down his pants, exposing his weeping cock to the cold air. He lets out a borderline whimper of relief against your lips, before pulling back just long enough to whisper, “Get ready.”

“Lu–ah!” He thrusts into you in one smooth stroke as his lips once again insistently press against yours, stealing your breath away. You can feel every inch of him as your body welcomes him in, clenching around his length. He moans into your mouth, the sound deep and wanton. He gives both of you little time to adjust before his hips are rocking, chasing the release he’s been so desperate for. He’s moving so quickly you’re surprised he was patient enough to even wait this long. His hands are borderline bruising on your hips, his teeth clacking against yours as your kiss grows rougher and rougher, as your dear friend and Captain pounds into you with the fervor of an animal in heat. 

You can feel his muscles tense under your fingers as you pull him tighter. His breaths grow more ragged with every moment, and as he finally pulls away from your kiss you get to see the beautiful sight of the dam breaking as Luffy finally cums. His face is filled with a mix of relief, exhaustion, and affection as he gives a final few thrusts, your own climax coming not soon after. He collapses on top of you, and the weight is more comforting than crushing, though it steals your breath away anyway.

“I was right.” His voice is sleepy and slow, and you can’t help but picture the faces of your friends as they find you stripped bare and pinned to the deck below your Captain. Sanji might have a breakdown.

“Right about what?”

“I needed you. You fixed it.” His hand comes to rest on the back of your head affectionately, and he places a comically loud smooch on your forehead.

“So you’re all cured?”

“Ye–” He hums, and you can see an idea take him as his face scrunches up and his eyes shift away. “No. I think we’ll need to do this again.”

You can’t keep the smile out of your voice as you respond. “Oh yeah? How many more times, do you think?”

“I dunno. A lot. It could take a while.”

You laugh. “You know, I think we can do this as many times as it takes.”

He lets out an overjoyed laugh. “Awesome!”

“But first we should get inside before anyone else gets back. I don’t really want them to see me like this.”

He nods, quickly scooping you up and carrying you in the direction of his cabin. Before you can say anything else, you hear the voices of your crew coming closer, and you quietly urge him to rush.

You only get a moment of relief before you hear Zoro’s confused voice.

“Whose clothes are these?”

Your panic is quickly overshadowed by Luffy’s booming laugh rumbling through his chest, spreading the same infectious joy that he always does. The embarrassment is worth it, just to hear such a wonderful sound.

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[syrupfog]

Luffy grew up with two brothers who, at first, hated him and kicked the shit out of him. Then, eventually, loved him and who expressed that love through kicking the shit out of him. 

Luffy's grown up with a low level of violence as love his whole life. 

His crew is the same, from very early on. Nami will beat on anyone (or at least any of the boys), and Zoro's been known to land a punch to the back of his head at every dumb remark he makes. 

And Sanji... his kicks are INTENSE. 

Luffy's lucky he's made of rubber.

and he laughs it all off-- because it's FUNNY. He knows his crew loves him, they're his CREW. He knows his brothers loved him, they're his BROTHERS. Luffy has always known violence as a form of love, although notably he rarely reflects that methodology onto others.

When Luffy meets Law the first time, Law watches as Luffy punches a Celestial Dragon in the face. That violence is, obviously, NOT a form of love. 

When Luffy meets Law the second time, it's when Law is saving his life, doing impossible levels of knitting him back together.

Luffy doesn't remember a lot of that bit, or the bit right after, on Amazon Lily, when the grief is at its strongest. 

But then, two years later, he sees Law again on Punk Hazard, and they form an alliance, and Luffy declares that Law is a good guy. 

No one else agrees.

But when has Luffy ever cared about other peoples' opinions? Now certainly isn't the time to start. Law gave all those pirates new legs. He saved Luffy. He's good. 

and then Law is travelling with them, aboard the Sunny. 

And he's mean and grouchy and short tempered and, again, everyone is wary of him. 

Luffy's not, of course, because that's just how Law is, but he's confused. 

Because no matter how many times Law snaps or yells or threatens to slice people apart, he's never violent. He doesn't throw punches or kick or draw his sword.

Which does make Luffy wonder if he's done something wrong, that Law doesn't feel like he can be free with Luffy, to go after him when he says something stupid. Everyone else does, is it because he's the captain? But Law's captain too, and they're in an alliance, they're equal.

But he doesn't say anything on it-- and even in Dressrosa, when Law tries to tell him the alliance is over, Luffy knows he wouldn't attack him even if he could. And it's confusing. He couldn't count the amount of times Ace landed a punch on him just for waking him up wrong.

After all that is said and done, and they land on Zou, and Luffy meets the Heart Pirates in all their glory, all twenty of them, he doesn't know if he gets more confused or less. 

The Heart Pirates LOVE their captain (as they should, Traffy is great!) and clearly would do anything for him, starting with those dorky poses they strike. And they yell at him for abandoning them, but they don't get violent with Law, and doesn't get violent with them. He sort of just... lets them yell at him and then talks over them. 

It's weird.

This isn't a thought that keeps Luffy up at night so much as it's a thought that he returns to whenever he looks at Law, reclining as his crew tries to get him to talk about what happened, or whenever Luffy's getting literally kicked out of the kitchen by Sanji.

It's a fact that Luffy puzzles on even in Wano, as Law is passively letting Luffy ruin every plan and then announcing that he planned FOR Luffy to ruin every plan. 

He doesn't hit Luffy for ruining his plan. He doesn't even elbow him in the side.

Before Luffy had seen Law with his own crew on Zou, he had thought that maybe Law didn't really like him. But after seeing Law interacting with his crew, he started to reevaluate. Law loves his crew, and although he threatens to use his Room on them (and maybe sometimes he does), that's not a violent thing. They can pop back together like Kin'emon did. 

But Luffy wonders-- what does it mean to be close with someone without feeling the freedom to get physical with them? 

He wonders this and doesn't have an answer, because that's never been his world.

And of course, what Luffy doesn't know, is that Law grew up with that violence. Had those formative years with Doflamingo, where he was taught to fight and lived with a family who was just as violent as Luffy's own. He was full of hatred and happily took it out on people.

And the only difference was Cora-- who at first was just as violent, to be fair, throwing him out a window and all that. 

But Cora who saw him as someone that could be saved, who sacrificed everything from his mission to his life, to give Law freedom of a different kind— the freedom of gentleness. The freedom that comes from being able to live for yourself. The freedom that comes from being loved enough that the one who loves you gave it all up for you. 

He gave Law everything he had, and he held him tight and told him it would all be okay.

And it wasn't, because Cora's gone, but Law took that love and internalized it, and from the very start the first thing he does is save Bepo from being hurt. 

He gathers a crew little by little and does so by giving them second chances like he was given, and gives them safety— including physical safety. Because separating himself from Doflamingo and that hatred means also separating himself from that senseless violence that comes from growing up in organized crime. 

Law's crew respects him because, despite his prickly exterior, he's stoically kind.He's using his fruit to help and to heal-- even when he gives those pirate hearts to the marines, did he kill them? Debatable. 

Law has worked hard to excise that violence from his life, and Luffy can see that even when no one else on his crew seems to notice.

And Luffy doesn't know why-- doesn't understand it-- but god it makes him smile wide when he sees Law snap at someone and knows that he can trust that Law won't hurt. 

It's like having a wild animal, capable of destruction, lay lazily at your feet.

Luffy wants that. It's an addicting feeling, to feel safe in that way. 

He loves his crew and he loves his brothers and he's made of rubber-- they couldn't hurt him, wouldn't hurt him. 

But the secret gentle kindness of Law is addicting.

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Monkey D. Luffy Headcanons (General)

''I can't be the King of Pirates without you by my side.'' — Monkey D. Luffy.

❝ 👒 — lady l: It's 4am and I decided to finish this because I was bored lol. Hope you like it! I'm sorry for any mistake and good reading! ❤️💛

❝tw: obsessive behavior, overprotection, mention of death and torture, unhealthy relationships.

❝👒pairing: yandere!monkey d. luffy x gender neutral!reader.

Monkey D. Luffy has a relaxed and even sloppy personality, in a way. He has a carefree air, who cares about few things in his life. He had a goal, a dream, in mind and he would do anything to achieve it. But that dream became irrelevant after he met you.

He insisted a lot on you joining his crew, literally chasing you, harassing you, until you agreed to become a pirate. Luffy jumped for joy when that happened, because it meant you responded to him, as your Captain.

Luffy doesn't like to give you orders and he will rarely do so, unless it is unavoidable, in which case he will try to be as subtle as possible, as if he wasn't ordering you to do something. He is the Straw Hat Captain, but he is not your captain, not in a personal way at least. Furthermore, he wants you to find One Piece together with him.

He is very optimistic and tends to be very kind, trying to see the good in people, but he is a hypocrite when it comes to you. Even if you were the cruelest person in the world, Luffy would defend you tooth and nail. He's not very fair when it comes to you and anything ''wrong'' you do will be ignored by him, maybe even applauded.

People tend to think he's dumb or at least stupid, but that's not true. He may not be good at things that require greater thinking, but Luffy is anything but stupid. He is quite intelligent in his own way and it shows in the way he acts towards you. His intelligence is characterized by his emotional ability, he is very good at reading you and knowing your needs.

Luffy values you more than the rest of his crew. He loves all his friends, but he loves you the most. He would never say it out loud, but he would sacrifice everyone, send them to their deaths, if you so wish. He wants to make you happy and if the death of those who are important to him is the path to that happiness, so be it.

He is not possessive or jealous because Luffy knows he is your favorite. He doesn't mind other people being around you, but he has his limit. If Luffy thinks, even a little, that he is being replaced in your life, he won't accept it. Not without a fight. He's no stranger to bloodshed or killing, so he'll have no problem doing so.

On the other hand, Luffy is extremely overprotective and clingy, to a frightening degree. He dragged you into this life, but he doesn't want you to be an active participant. The idea, the thought, of you getting hurt sends you into a frenzy of anger and worry. He will kill, cut and even torture the person who hurt you and will only be satisfied when he has finished with the person.

Luffy is quite controlling and curious, he wants to know everything about you and he will find out. He doesn't want any secrets to be kept from him and he may feel betrayed if you try to keep something from him. Did he not give you enough confidence? Don't you know he's the only one you can really trust? Luffy will have to do something about your inappropriate behavior.

He likes to spend as much time as he can by your side, take everything he can and stay close to you as much as possible. His favorite moments together are when you are eating or sitting on the bow of the Going Merry. Luffy is very greedy for food and for you, if there are two things he cares about most and values above all else, it's you and food, in that order.

It's not easy to irritate him, but he gets irritated very easily when you're involved. If someone says something bad about you, feel sorry for that person because they won't end well. Luffy would never go so far as to kill over an insult, but he will get upset and he can be a pain in the ass when he is upset about something.

Luffy often behaves like a child, he tends to go to extremes very easily. He goes from 80 to 180 very quickly, his infectious joy turns to fury very quickly when it comes to you. He loves to entertain you with his rubber body, letting you play or making funny faces. He loves to hear you laugh and will do anything to see you laugh.

He hates seeing you cry, hates seeing your beautiful face wet with tears, your lips pursed as you cry. If Hell exists, then for Luffy it's seeing you cry. He will become furious and demand to know the cause of your sadness and once he finds out, he will deal quickly, often bloodily. If it is one of the Mugiwara, however, he will just be more rigid and will not hurt them.

Luffy is selfless, he is willing to sacrifice himself for you, to save you. He is delusional to a fault, willing to kill anyone who crosses you, including his own friends. Whatever past hurt you may, if he has your approval, Luffy will get revenge for you. No one can hurt you, no one can make you cry. He may not be the most dangerous to you, but to others around him, Luffy will have no qualms.

[demonpiratehuntress]

period pain

OPLA!Zoro x F!Reader

A/N: This is the Zoro period one-shot I mentioned in my previous post.

"Luffy, if you take a single thing off my plate I will stuff you in a fucking blender."

An inhuman growl left your lips as you shot a withering glare at your captain, pulling your plate closer to you. The younger boy looked taken aback by your threat, his hand retracting slowly in slight fear. Usopp and Sanji stared at you with their jaws dropped, Zoro raised an eyebrow, and Nami looked unfazed.

"What are you guys looking at?" You snapped, turning your glare on the rest of them.

They all looked away, mumbling apologies, except Zoro. You rolled your eyes, grumbling something about him being so stubborn and tough. He would have said something about it, but his feelings for you stopped him. He's seen you angry, but this was something else. And he'd rather not risk saying something regrettable to you while you were clearly bothered by something.

"(Name), can you please..." Usopp gulped, "Pass me the salt."

You practically threw the salt shaker in the poor guy's hands, your deathly glare not leaving your face. You ate your food aggressively, attacking it like it was the reason for your anger. The rest of the crew sat in silence, even Luffy not wanting to aggravate you more - and that was saying a lot. Nami was trying her hardest not to laugh, which confused the boys, who didn't understand why such a situation would be funny. But she knew what it was.

"You guys are idiots," she snorted when you'd left the table.

"And why's that?" Zoro asked, folding his arms over his chest. "Do you know what's wrong?"

"It's so obvious," she confirmed, then backtracked, "Oh, wait. You guys really don't know?"

Their blank, clueless expressions made Nami sigh.

A little while later, you hobbled into the kitchen for dinner. But this time you weren't mad, you were groaning and clutching your stomach tightly, earning concerned glances all around. But because of earlier, everyone was too afraid to say a word. Except Zoro.

"Go back to your room."

"W-what?" Your eyes widened, then glossed over with tears.

He instantly cursed himself and his monotonous voice. He hadn't meant it to sound harsh or anything, but from the way you looked at him he knew you had taken it the wrong way. And when the tears actually fell, guilt ripped through him and he felt an unusual pain in his chest.

"Zoro-" Nami started.

"No, it's okay," you said quietly, turning around, only to feel that familiar feeling of something wet down south.

"You're bleeding!"

Embarrassment washed through you and you instantly turned back around, trying to cover it, but the blood soaked the front of your shorts as well. You instantly regretted wearing such light-coloured shorts, but you hadn't expected your period for another two days. But now, seeing them all staring, you felt humiliated and ashamed, and the tears fell faster.

"Someone get her a damn blanket," Nami practically growled at the gobsmacked men, before coming over and helping you to the counter.

You refused to look at the green-haired swordsman, but you soon realised he was no longer in the room. You internally groaned, then began crying even more because you felt as if you had disgusted him. Nami tried to comfort you, but you barely heard her as you felt the sadness of impending rejection mixing with your already unstable emotions. 

What happened next was beyond anything you could have imagined.

You felt a blanket being draped across your shoulders, seconds before you were lifted into a pair of familiar, strong arms. You quickly covered your tear-stained face with the blanket, not wanting to meet his eyes as he carried you to your room.

"Don't do that."

"What?" You choked out, your voice still weak and soft.

"Don't hide," Zoro clarified. "I want to see your face."

"Why?" You slowly removed the blanket from your face.

"You're pretty."

Your heart hammered in your chest when you heard that, sadness immediately dissipating. You couldn't believe what you had just heard, but it made your heart swell knowing he really thought that. You felt your cheeks heat up, and the familiar feeling of butterflies that you always got around him.

"I'm crying. And bleeding."

"Nami told us what's wrong," he looked down at you, and his eyes gleamed with concern, "It's natural."

Before you could say anything else, he set you down. In a hammock. With a start, you realised he'd brought you to his room instead. You opened your mouth to say something, but he was already walking away to his closet. Your words died in your throat when he pulled out his own clothes and offered them to you.

"Change. I'll wait outside."

He started towards the door, but you stopped him, sniffing, "Thank you."

He felt his own heart swell when he saw how happy his actions had made you, and it sparked some hope in him that maybe you felt the same way. Not knowing what to say, and also wanting to hide his oncoming blush, he just nodded and quickly exited to let you change. You looked down at his clothes, your own blush dusting your cheeks. As you changed into them, you realised you'd need underwear.

"Z-Zoro?" You called, blushing harder.

He was in the room in less than a second, his eyes widening when he saw you pants-less but with the blanket covering your lower half. He coughed, trying hard not to blush, "Yeah?"

"I need...underwear," you said quietly, feeling more embarrassment come on.

"Oh."

You started to get up, thinking you'd rather get it yourself since he was clearly uncomfortable, but he stopped you, "Stay. I'll ask Nami to bring it for you." Then he reached down to grab your bloodstained clothes, and your eyes widened.

"No! You don't have to-"

"(Name)," he sighed, looking up at you, "Shut up and let me take care of you."

You would have probably burst into tears again if anyone else had told you to shut up, but the words that followed it were enough to comfort you and make you relax back into the hammock. You bit your lip, flustered and embarrassed but feeling much better already knowing he was going to - and he wanted to - take care of you.

A while later, you were dressed in his clothes and relaxing in his hammock, your heart thundering as you looked around his room. He hadn't decorated, being the simple man he was, but just the fact that it was his brought you more comfort. You felt calmer here, like the room itself was reducing your stress and pain. Your cramps had subsided, but that was because of the hot soup that Zoro had brought you which he had aggressively demanded Sanji make. The man in question had disappeared somewhere, but came in just as you were starting to wonder where.

"How you feeling?"

"Better," you admitted. "Thanks to you."

He sat down next to you on a chair he'd brought in, "Stop thanking me."

"But-" You were cut off by another wave of cramps, groaning loudly and curling up into a ball.

He shot up again, "What? What's wrong?"

"More...cramps..." You managed to get out, whining and whimpering in pain.

"Should I get more soup?"

"N-No, just..." You blushed at the idea you had, wondering if he would really do it. "Could you...maybe lie down with me?"

Instantly his cheeks warmed up. Unlike many people would think, Zoro was easily flustered by requests like that coming from you. He'd long dreamed of laying with you in his hammock, you on his chest with his arms around you, but he hadn't ever expected it to really happen. His heart was beating faster than it usually did, as always when he was around you, but he happily obliged despite his nervousness in doing so. You shifted to give him space, letting him slip onto the hammock beside you.

"You might not be comfortable with it, and it's totally okay if you, arent, but-" You groaned in pain, then continued, "Can you please put your hand here?" You placed a hand over the spot, and he almost choked on air when he realised how far down it was. You saw his expression, and your eyes widened, "I-I'm sorry, you don't-"

His warm hand settled over that spot before you finished, "I want to help."

You blushed, "Well...your hand might help better inside."

His eyes widened, but he slowly slipped his hand in and settled it over that same spot, and was about to ask if that was right when he looked at your face and saw you visibly relax. That gave him his answer. When he started rubbing slowly, the pained look on your face completely disappeared.

"That feels really good."

He smiled, then guided your head to his chest as he slowly relaxed as well. You closed your eyes, mumbling something about how you never knew such peace existed during your period. Another unusual bout of pride swelled in his chest, knowing he could help without words, because those were not his strong suit.

"Can I kiss you?"

He was surprised to hear you ask, and looked down to see your eyes on his lips. He leaned in without saying anything and captured your lips with his own, kissing you slowly and softly. The kiss was much gentler than you expected it to be, but you weren't complaining because his lips were soft and warm, and you leaned into him even more, deepening the kiss. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered around wildly, but this time you didn't try to calm them because you loved the way he made you feel. He pulled away too soon, but pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You should sleep. You look tired."

"I am tired," you complained, "But I don't want to sleep. What if I wake up and you're gone? And I'm in my own bed, and this was all a dream?"

He chuckled, finding it adorable how sleepy you sounded, "I promise I'll be here when you wake up. You and I are both staying right here."

"Okay."

That 'okay' was so innocent and childlike, making you much cuter to him. You yawned once, before closing your eyes again and getting comfortable on his broad chest. He held you close, and you fell asleep knowing you had the best caretaker watching over you.

[erideights]

Little pieces here and there (2)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: one, three, four, five

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Flirting, suggestive flirting, heavy pinning

A/N: GUYS THIS CHAPTER HAS ME ON THE FLOOR, I HOPE YOU ENJOY, THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE and if you like it let me know to start preparing part 3 ♡ (sorry for any grammatical mistake!)

"The One Piece will never be yours!" He shouted angrily, that -now- dwarf with a red nose, giant hands and feet, when he was defeated. Just like in a cartoon for kids.

"You're just a sad, lonely little boy wearing another man's hat!" She could not understand how it was possible that this intimidating, psychopathic, eccentric clown had turn around so quickly into this little thing that was so... dare she say pathetic, but she didn't wanna be too cruel to him.

The moment Luffy declared his intentions again, Buggy began to look around him, desperate for a way to escape, maybe one of his crew members who would miraculously come to the rescue, or an unexpected ally.  Like (Y/N).

"Wo wo wo wo, no no no no, wait wait!"

He opened his mouth and begged, probably to suggest some kind of pact, to promise (Y/N) a place among his crew like he did with Luffy before, but before he could say anything else, the rubber boy already threw him into the sky.

And that was the last time she thought she would see Buggy The Clown. Little did she know, she was wrong.

Oh, so wrong.

Let's say that the days to come were anything but calm. From the Kuro Incident™, at least they won Usopp's friendship and the Going Merry, one of the cutest ships she has ever seen, to be fair.

And then they arrived at the Baratie, where they met the oh, so attentive Sanji, Zoro was about to die, and Nami... Nami left with the fishmen. Although (Y/N) was on Luffy and Sanji's side when they claimed something bad was actually happening, because she wouldn't have chosen to leave with them just like that, without a hidden, ugly reason behind. Didn't fit in with the idea she had of the ginger.

"I know someone who knows where to find her," says her "captain" when they all discuss their next step.

"Hello boys!" Buggy's head coughs and exclaims in the most forced, sarcastic way possible. Imagine threatening to kill those people after kidnapping them less than a week ago, and now your life depends on them. Low blow, if someone asked her. "Sweetheart." He then smirked devilishly when he saw (Y/N) a little further back, resting her side on the kitchen counter. Surprised to see him and the way he calls her, she raises an eyebrow and gives a small, amused smile. "Hello Buggy."

"Arg, Doll! I'm so happy to see a beautiful face like yours around here." The clown shouts when (Y/N) comes out on deck after several hours organizing the pantries with Sanji. She looks at him out of the corner of her eye with a little smile on her lips when she leaves a snack for Usopp and goes towards the bow of the ship or, in fewer words = in the opposite direction to where her mere existence is spiritually needed. The clown is already tired of giving Usopp directions after all morning arguing where to go, so infatuated and hypnotized by the mysterious aura that surrounds the woman, he doesn’t give up, and his head floats in the direction of the girl, following her, resting right by her side as she sits on the ground, legs falling over the ship's railing and out to the sea.

"Pretty sure you didn't hear me back there" because the idea of someone ignoring him was unthinkable. A war crime. An insult to God itself. He was still Buggy The Clown, The Flashy Fool, even without his crew. Or his ship. Or his body. Fucking hell, what did he have left apart from the head? "I was saying I'm glad I'm not only surrounded by idiots. Having your beautiful face around here makes standing them much easier." He flirts, winking an eye, which (Y/N) doesn't fully get but finds kinda interesting. "We had a moment the other day, right? It wasn't just my imagination, I know it."

"Yeah, we totally had a moment" She agrees, clearly being sarcastic to everyone but him.  "You kidnapped us, you called me pretty, you searched me, I threatened you, you liked it..." she lists, lying her back on the deck, arms raised, own head resting on her hands, enjoying the breeze, the sun, and the smell of the salty water. 

"I loved it," he corrects her after emitting a little grunt of satisfaction, vividly remembering that scene. What would he not give to go back and enjoy it a little bit more before the rest of her crew ruined his entire day -week- so blatantly and unnecessarily over the top.

"You're welcome. Any time." She answers after an amused giggle, eyes closed.

"Don't tempt me."

"Now tell me," Buggy resumes the conversation after about 30 seconds of silence. He clearly doesn't know how to enjoy it. He is that type of person for whom silence not only makes him uncomfortable, but also terrifies him. Theatre kid. "What's a woman like you doing with a bunch of insufferable kids like them? I know they're trying to organize their boy band and go on adventures around the world, but you... you should look for someone more suitable to your needs, capable of giving you different stimuli. More mature." He adds in the end with a low, seductive tone of voice, shamelessly feeding on the image of the curve of her body now that she's not paying visual attention to him.

"Hmhm. Maybe I'll look for them." She answers nonchalantly, just because. She finds really entertaining this type of tug-flirting-war. Even if he's the only one that flirts and she just gives him opportunities to do so.

"You don't have to look too far." He was so cliché, how cute.

"You talk too much to be no more than a floating head."

"I could always put my tongue to better use." Snapping her eyes open, (Y/N) holds her breath for a second, taking in what she just heard = what he just offered. That would be, literally, giving head. In all the glorious sense of the expression. Raising both eyebrows, she turns her face on the ground to observe him, nibbling at her lower lip. She seems to consider it for a few seconds, because no, she cannot deny how interesting and, at the same time, weird, degenerate, the idea is. But before he has the opportunity to keep talking his way into convincing her, she breaks into a cruel smile and decides to cut his mood "You mean like guiding us to the Konomi islands instead of talking with me? You're right, you should get back to work."

He looks at her like he was just betrayed by his second in command, hoping she would agree by the expression on her face seconds ago, the way she looked at him and how she was biting her own lip in that tortuous way that pushed him to want -need- to do it by himself.

"Wait, no need to play difficult with me sweetheart, I--" But it's too late, (Y/N) is already standing, grabbing Buggy's head between her hands, and before he could add anything else, she winks at him, kiss one of his cheeks, screams at the top of his lungs "USOPP!! CATCH HIM!" and throws his head like she was playing volleyball, Usopp jumping to be able to reach him, both of them celebrating the pass like children, ignoring Buggy's complaints.

The third time he flirts -tries to- with her, she's back on the deck, helping Zoro and Sanji moving some things around. He begins to scream desperately, and knowing damn well that if no one pays attention to him he won't stop even if that means losing his voice, she approaches, hands on her hips, sighing as she looks at him like someone that is about to regret getting close to a crying, annoying child. "What's wrong with you?" she asks dryly, pressing her lips together. "Ah, my guardian angel. Could you do me the favor of scratching me behind my ear?" Oh. A waaay more harmless request than she expected. Of course, she relents, because she sees nothing wrong with this small favor; she’s quite the empathetic, and in his place she would surely prefer to jump headfirst -ba dum tss- into the sea rather than suffer that itch and not be able to scratch it. After granting his wish, just as she is about to leave, Buggy moves his head much faster than anyone would predict, to catch one of the girl's fingers in his mouth and suck and lick and nibble, in a… God, a sample of what he could do with his tongue somewhere else.

A shiver runs down (Y/N)'s spine, and it reaches a pleasurable end between her legs, causing her to press them together as she inhales deeply.

"Wanna see what else I can do?" He whispers as he releases her. She can hear him over the crash of the waves against the hull of the boat, eyes fixed on his face, will to complain nowhere to be seen. Bold, not in a hundred years she would have expected that. And for a moment, she is tempted. That has been undeniably attractive. And it had a really strong effect on her. "I would gladly show you if you let me, you just have to ask, sugar lips. I bet it's been a damn long time you don't treat yourself--"

"(Y/N)!!" Zoro calls her, instantly exploding the bubble between Buggy and her.

She sighs in relief because only God knows she was close to give up. Then swallows, shakes her head exaggeratedly to shake herself out of his spell, and, licking her lips, gives the clown a mischievous smile, recomposing herself. "Nice try"

"Stop trying to deny the obvious" He tried again for the... 5th time? She /really/ lost count during their journey. Appearing from nowhere, he startled her in the process. He was now in a shelf of the kitchen, at the same height as the girl's face. "The chemistry between us is unbearable, you can see it from miles away." Jumping to approach the edge of the shelf, his eyes look her up and down. "Turns me on how you play hard to get because I don't like easy things either, so I respect your game," he nods, raising an eyebrow "But come on... I know you like me. I've seen how you look at me or bite your lip when I flirt with you, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

This whole thing was really trying her patience. Not because she wanted to fuck him off, but because she knows that all that flirting would end with her giving in and doing something she certainly shouldn't. As of for now, he had gotten her to vaguely consider it, and she had to admit, she was growing some kind of attraction slash fondness slash crush for him, but it wasn't enough to fall to her knees.

He wanted war, tho? He would have it.

"You're right, I like you, but you know, I like my men body and all, capable of grabbing me by the hips and pushing me on theirs, to fuck me and make me scream their name until I lose my voice. To make it difficult for me to walk straight the day after." she whispers, approaching him slowly until they share the same air, her nose touching his red one. (Y/N) closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as her tongue caresses her own lips, almost touching the clown’s ones too. Yes, she likes him, she has some sort of twisted soft spot for men who ranged from intimidating psychopath to the most pathetic human being depending on the day, and Buggy was the perfect example for that. "And you..." she tilts her head to the side, attempting to close the distance between each other and kiss him, but at the last second she withdraws, leaving the poor clown with his eyes closed, waiting for the touch of her dreamy lips. "Unfortunately you're just a head."

"Try again when you get your whole body back!"

[joedirtymadre]

Imma need a part 2 of bothersome🫣🥺PLEASEEE

Bothersome - Part 2

LAW X READER!! (PLEASE SEND MORE REQUESTS! PLEASE! 🙏)

You stood at the edge of the ship, watching the sunset slowly set. After Punk Hazard, you all returned back to the ship. Out to Dressrosa, to help Law with whatever he was planning. “So you’re just going to ignore me?” That deep voice called out to you. You continued staring out to the sea, hearing footsteps behind you come closer. You could sense him standing next to you, staring at you.

“What’s wrong with that? You did it to me throughout our relationship,” you said softly.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). Please forgive me, what I did was wrong and I don’t want this affecting the allia-“ you quickly cut him off. “Why would our past affect the alliance? Did you honestly think I haven’t moved on by now?” You laughed. “I-… No I didn’t think that, but…” he trailed off. “Don’t worry, I’ll happily accept my captain’s orders… even if it means having to be in alliance with you,” you said coldly.

You turned around and headed towards the girl’s quarters. “(Y/N), I wasn’t done speaking!” He said, as he followed me. “Ok, so what else did you have to say?” You asked as you turned back to face him. “U-Uh… well you look… nice. How have you… been?” He asked awkwardly. “You really want to have a quick catch up?” You scoffed. “Well like you said we’re in an alliance now, so we should be able to have civil conversations,” he explained. You raised an eyebrow, “Traffy, weren’t you the one that tried to explain to Luffy that an alliance doesn’t mean we’re friends?” You asked.

“Not you using that dumb name too… a-and I did but-“ you cut him off. “Exactly! Thank you for remembering! Now I’ll be off to my room,” you said as you turned back and quickly entered your room before he could stop you.

You threw yourself on your bed, “Just another example of having the worst luck ever… Now I have to see and help my ex for who knows how long,” you sighed as you stared at the ceiling. “This is all so stupid and awkward!” You said to yourself as you rubbed your head. Out of all people, him?! At this point you would’ve preferred if Kidd showed up or something… And what the hell is up with him trying to have small talk with me? Does he expect me to be buddy buddy with him like nothing happened?

You quickly sat up, and shook your head. “Stop thinking about him. We’re over him, he doesn’t affect us anymore…” you said to yourself as you felt tears fall down your face. “God I’m so stupid!” You yelled.

Suddenly you heard the door open, and you quickly wiped away any tears. “(Y/N)? Are you awake?” You heard Robin call out. “Hi Robin,” you sniffled. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she sat on the edge of your bed. “It’s nothing, just some bad memories…” you said, as you avoided her eyes. “You know you can tell me, I’m your friend (Y/N),” she smiled as she placed her hand on top of mine. “I know, thanks,” you smiled softly. “I came to check on you, because I saw how upset you looked after speaking with Trafalgar,” she replied. “Yeah, I just don’t feel too comfortable around him,” you confessed. “You should tell Luffy, I’m sure he’ll under-“ you quickly cut her off. “No! No…” you repeated. “I can’t let him know! I can’t-“ you shut your mouth, afraid of your voice cracking.

“Let him get to you? I don’t understand,” she said, confused. You sat there in silence, pondering whether to tell her or not. “(Y/N), I’ll always be here for you. Do you and Trafalgar have a past history?” She asked. “Mhmm… I used to be a part of his crew, before I left…” you trailed off. “You left? Why?” She asked. “We were dating… until he shared his true feelings with me. I couldn’t stay there, not after what he said to me… So I left, while he was distracted by some Marines,” you explained, feeling a heavy weight fall off your shoulder. “Oh my,” Robin gasped. “Yep, so now we’re in an alliance with him. It’s weird, and I’ve moved on… but it sucks seeing him,” you said slowly.

“I see,” she said softly. “It’s ok, we’ll show him that you’ve grown. That no matter what he does, he can’t hurt you. Especially when you have friends here that will support you,” she smiled as he wrapped me into a hug. “You’re right!” You grinned. Your beautiful moment was quickly interrupted by your stomach growling. “Ah… I guess all this talk got me hungry,” you said sheepishly. “Let’s go get dinner,” Robin said. You nodded and the both of you quickly headed to the dining table.

You sat in between Robin and Luffy, and across from… Law. “Here you go everyone, dinner’s ready!” Sanji smiled as he sat down to eat. “Thank you,” we all said and quickly began eating. You reached forward for a rice ball, and brushed your hands against Law’s. You immediately flinched, looking up to see him staring your way.

You quickly grabbed a rice ball and pulled your arm away. You began to eat, trying to look anywhere but his direction. “Hey (Y/N)!” Said Luffy, breaking you out of your concentration. “Y-Yes?” You stuttered as you looked next to you. “Are you gonna finish your meat?” He asked, drooling. “Luffy! Leave (Y/N)’s food alone!” Sanji yelled. “It’s fine, you can have it Luffy,” you smiled as you handed him your plate.

“Thanks!” He smiled, but it quickly turned into a frown as he stared at you. “Something wrong?” You asked. “Yeah… one sec,” he said as he moved his hand to your face. Slowly wiping away at your cheek, you felt your cheeks heat up. “Sorry, you had rice on your cheek,” he laughed. “Oh, thanks,” you smiled. “Ow!” Luffy yelled, causing everyone to focus their attention on him. “Someone stepped on me!” He huffed. “Huh?” You questioned.

“You’re just imagining it,” Nami said. “Here Luffy, take my sandwich,” you said as you placed it onto his plate. “Wow!” He said, quickly changing his focus back onto his food. You slowly turned your eyes to the man in front of you. You almost fell out of your seat, once seeing the daggers that this man was staring into you.

“I-I’ll think I’ll call it an early night, night you guys,” you said as you quickly headed out of the dining room.

“Man that was tense,” you sighed as you walked towards your room. You slowly reached for the door knob, before suddenly being turned over and being pushed against the wall. You grunted as your back hit the door, you quickly opened your eyes to see that you were trapped by… Law… “T-Traffy?” You asked nervously. “So I see that you moved on, but I didn’t know you had a thing for captains,” he said coldly. “Woah… Woah… you think I moved from you onto Luffy? You’re crazy,” you laughed.

You noticed a light pink hue on his cheeks, as you continued to laugh. “Well why the blushy face when he reached for your face?” He questioned. “Well… wouldn’t anyone blush if you had food on your face and your friend took it off?” You asked. “I- Uh-“ you quickly cut him off. “Look like someone else needs to move on,” you laughed again, while slowly turning around to open the door. But was quickly turned back around, “Stop messing with me!” He yelled.

“What do you want from me? Do you still wish that I head head over heels for you, well tough shit cause you messed that up!” You yelled. You noticed that he was slightly taken aback by your response. “So what if I end up liking Luffy or whoever! That has nothing to do with you! You’re nothing to me, nothing,” you growled as you pushed him away.

“I’m not the same girl anymore, that would follow your every word. Or kiss the floor where you stepped on,” you glared. “So just leave me alone… haven’t you done enough?” You asked as you were finally able to open the door to the girls’ quarters. You quickly entered the door, ignoring Law’s calls for you. As you went to slam the door, a foot stopped it from slamming.

“Jesus Christ, you just don’t know when to leave a girl alone…” you groaned. “I’m sorry… I just want to say that I’m sorry,” he peeked through. “Ok now mov-“ he cut you off. “I’m sorry… for what I said. When you left, I realized how much I missed you- needed you… We went back to the island, but you were already gone. I don’t know what went over me, I-I missed your laughs, your smile, you interrupting me from my work, calling me honey… I know I screwed up, and seeing you now… Just reminds me of when we were still together… but I guess that’ll never be the case again,” he confessed. You stayed silent. “I’ll leave you alone, or as much as I can… I just wanted to let you know how I felt,” he said softly before removing his foot. Finally allowing you to shut the door.

You let out a deep sigh, and slowly slid down against the door. “Why do I feel like this?” You asked yourself as you clenched your hair. “What do I do now…?” You softly cried into your arms.

[ikuramachi]

someone on twitter said that Sanji haters hate the fact that he’s not the mindless slave they make Zoro out to be (neither of them are, obviously, but this is how generally most Zoro fans treat him unfortunately) and honestly it didn’t struck me until now how accurate that is

putting aside the hated side of Sanji’s gag and pervertness. almost always it is guaranteed that if you come across any post praising literally any good quality about Sanji it’s immediately followed by hoards of people saying “what about Zoro? Zoro did this better. Zoro this and that” it’s insane. I’m obviously not downplaying Zoro’s importance and impact and what he’s done to the crew and Luffy, but I’m honestly baffled at how HARD Zoro fans try to dismiss any act of loyalty and sacrifice from Sanji and their “better” example is almost ALWAYS the singular moment of “Nothing happened”

also, I honestly can’t believe people think that questioning Luffy in the slightest means disloyalty from any of the Straw Hats because “he’s the captain he’s the boss his word is absolute” while yes it’s true he has the authority of decision, for one, to even think that someone who’s 17-19 whose barely developed into a proper adult and whose blatantly childish and whose prefrontal cortex hasn’t developed, people expect Luffy to be way smarter than he is. obviously we can all acknowledge that Luffy can be very emotionally intelligent when he needs to be, that doesn’t mean he’ll always know what to do right. I think One Piece has made it abundantly clear that in MANY many instances the captains of other crews as well as Luffy himself aren’t always making the best decisions and sometimes those wrong decisions easily lead to the whole crew’s demise, preventing Luffy from potentially making the same mistake IS CRUCIAL even if it means “questioning his orders” cause at the end of the day, Luffy is still a TEENAGER with a teenage understanding of the world even if he always knows what’s the right call

what bewilders me the most about what I mentioned previously specifically is, why is EVERYONE else on the crew held accountable and questioned of their loyalty to Luffy when they disagree with him and keep Zoro on this pedestal and seriously think that he’d mindlessly do ANYTHING Luffy says WHEN HE LITERALLY DIDN’T LET USSOP REJOIN THE GROUP UNLESS HE APOLOGIZED IN WATER 7 otherwise Zoro himself would LEAVE the crew?? why are we collectively acting like Sanji was SO disrespectful for disagreeing with Luffy on occasions (such as him kicking Luffy when he almost said something completely regrettable to Ussop and HE ADMITS that it was bad) but somehow forget that Zoro did the same thing??

Zoro fans are a phenomenon that I will never understand. don’t get me wrong I LOVE Zoro, I swear, as much as I bully him and call him stupid and ugly I truly love him so much. but I HATEEEE this insane mischaracterization of him that also somehow FUELS the Sanji hate train. what a strange bunch of people you are.

[mydearlybeloathed]

── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐍

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: one too many times luffy has allowed himself to hit the sea, sinking beneath her waves, completely at ease with the trusted fact that you would save him. this time, though, you've had enough.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: luffy x mermaid!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.9k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: continuation of this fic, a liiiiitle bit of angst, fluff, feminine terms used, requested

Your chest heaved as you glared through slitted eyes, targeting your limp and drenched captain who lay beside you. Your tail scraped uncomfortably against the wood of the deck, water dripping off your nose, cheeks, and shoulders.

"Why," you seethed, "On this wide blue sea did you even conceive that jumping after the bitch was a good plan?"

He sputtered up some water, laughing dopily as his eyes met yours. "I thought I could catch 'im. 'Sides, you saved me, didn't ya?"

Fists coiling on the ground, you gritted your teeth and thought to lash out your nails at him. "I am not your lifeguard, Luffy. Did you even consider that it hurts me when you put yourself in danger like that?" You thought back to the battle, growing blind to the awkward presence of the crew. "I was stuck fighting two of those pirates! What if I hadn't made it in time?"

"But... you did," he shrugged, not understanding one bit. He trusted you, and why shouldn't he? You're his mermaid, his favorite mermaid in the whole world ("You only know one mermaid, Luffy." "And I don't wanna know another!")

Ticking your teeth, you couldn’t stand to just lay there any longer. "Zoro, take me away."

After huffing to himself, Zoro lowered himself at your side, hooking your arms round his neck and scooping you up into his broad arms. Luffy's eyes narrowed, but he remained unable to lift his head more than a few inches, forced to watch his first mate carry you to your room.

He cast a look around, befuddled. "What did I do wrong?"

Nami sighed with a shake of her head. "Idiot."

All afternoon he replayed what had happened, muttering to himself all that could have gone wrong, anything to pinpoint why you were so worried. Did you not trust yourself? Or perhaps... no... it couldn't be that.

Luffy searched you out, brows met in a stiff crease. You sat perched atop the barrel dragged up against the window of the girl's cabin, soft melodies slipping from your lips, your legs wrapped up in your arms. Luffy could listen to you all day long and never tire of the beautiful tones of your voice.

You caught him leaning on the doorframe, snapping your mouth shut mid-song. Pressing your cheek to your knees, you turned away from him. "Go away."

Instead, Luffy came closer, taking a seat on your bed with crossed legs. "Why're you still mad at me?"

"Because," you hissed, trailing off less convicted, "you scared me today."

He blinked, shifting around. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me anymore. I wanted to talk to you all afternoon but you'd locked the door."

Finally lifting your head, eyes softening, you relented, "I'm not mad anymore. Just please don't do that again, not on purpose."

Soft smile splitting his face, he nodded firmly. "Promise." He scooted over to allow you room next to him, leaning back on his palms as you lay on your side and propped your head on his knee. "Can I ask you something?"

"Ask away."

"Will you ever go back?" His question had you rolling over to stare up at him. "To your home. The reef."

"Oh." Throat dry, you couldn't draw your gaze away from his, forced to face his curiously tilted head. "I suppose so. Someday. I am a princess after all. It'd be... wrong to abandon my kingdom."

"Right." Luffy nodded, eyes unfocused. "And... what if you didn't?"

It was a question you'd been wondering about a lot lately, particularly when you spent time with Luffy. "My parents would choose a new heir. One of the young warriors probably... But I couldn't ask that of them. Besides, being the queen of my reef is my destiny. What would I do instead?"

Luffy fought internally, words prying their way up, up, up, and out, until he snapped his head away and stared at the wall. "You could go back and be queen there... or you could stay, and be queen here, with me."

Internally, you were screaming. Eyes wide, you slowly rose to sit beside him, a hungry look on your face. Your lips parted in surprise, revealing the two shiny fangs Luffy often found himself mesmerized by, wondering what they would feel like if he...

"Your queen?" You asked breathlessly. "You'd want me to be Queen of the Pirates?"

He nodded, halfway into a soft reply when you flung yourself at him, nosing at his neck and clutching at his sides till he was giggling beneath you. "That--That tickles!"

Laughing along with him, you grazed a fang over his chin, looming over him with eyes alit by unfurling joy. "The reef can find a new queen."

Luffy beamed up at you, his hands finding your waist, laughter rolling off his tongue even as you swiftly narrowed your expression. "So long as you don't scare me like that again! I'll only save you if you need it!"

He hissed out one last giggle through his teeth before tugging you down into a tight embrace. "Okay, okay. I promised, all right?"

Curling around him, you nearly jittered from the mere happiness swirling inside you. "All right."

Your parents would fight this, for certain. Their princess, their heir running off with a pirate was one thing, but claiming to never return for her birthright was entirely different. Something entirely more scandalous.

And you really couldn't care less. Let them try to take you away, you thought, feeling Luffy's heartbeat beneath your palm. You were a daughter of the sea, and he felt strangely like sunlight incarnate.

A king and his queen, to be known 'round the seas.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

@100520s

[hummingbird24220]

Cyclone (One Piece x OP!Reader)

Hi im at marineford in the anime and its making me so anxious so i wanted to write a happy ending marineford where everyone is friends and reader is OP as fuck. Thank you and enjoy.

You joined the Straw Hats between Brook and Sabaody. The timing had felt perfect—like fate. Just long enough to bond, to laugh, to bicker over dumb things, to be part of the crew. To be one of them.

And then Kuma happened. You were the first to disappear.

He didn’t even touch you. Just stood there, all impossibly huge and quiet, and said one thing:

“Where do you want to go?”

You never answered. Didn’t matter.

-

You woke up coughing up saltwater on a warm wooden dock, surrounded by gentle voices and the scent of grilled fish. A kind fisherman’s village on a quiet, reef-cradled island. Not a bad place to be flung, all things considered.

But the ache in your ribs and the weight in your chest told you something was very wrong. You were alone.

The villagers took care of you—wrapped your wounds, fed you, gave you a bed to rest in. And you did, for three full days. Dreamless. Exhausted. Unmoving.

On the fourth day, the news came like a gut punch.

PORTGAS D. ACE TO BE EXECUTED. WAR IMMINENT. WHITEBEARD TO RETALIATE.

You nearly tore the paper apart rereading it, heart climbing into your throat. Luffy. His brother. Your captain’s brother. You'd met him before joining the Straw Hats, friendly but fleeting. You found yourself fond of him, enjoying his free spirit.

You don’t remember shouting. Just moving. Urgently. Frantically. Asking the villagers for a ship. Any ship. They gave you their fastest boat. A sleek, wind-bitten thing with a strong rudder and a high sail. A miracle.

You packed lightly. Supplies. Weapons. A small photo of the crew that Robin had once tucked into your hand with a smirk.

You didn’t even know if Luffy would be there. Didn’t know if you’d be too late. But you had to go.

Even if it killed you.

The wind’s in your favor. You steer like hell. No sleep. No real food. Just determination and salt spray and sheer will.

Three days. You beg the wind to hold. You whisper to the sea like it’s a god.

“Don’t take me yet. I have to try.”

You cry only once—at night, when the stars make you feel too small and Ace’s name burns behind your eyes like fire. You weren’t even that close with him. But Luffy was. And Luffy was your captain. Your friend.

... And you kinda liked Ace okay?!

So you sail. Like a fool. Like a hero. Like a Straw Hat.

To Marineford. To the heart of hell. To a war you have no place in—except for the one you carved with your own hands.

-

The air at Marineford reeks of tension—salt, blood, gunpowder, and the kind of heat that comes from fury, loss, and the raw scream of fate.

You arrive just as the war truly begins.

The island is a theatre of madness—Whitebeard’s quake has split the sea itself, Marines scramble like ants on a sinking ship, and Luffy— Luffy is already running, punching straight through the frontlines, roaring Ace’s name like a promise.

You feel it. In your bones. This is it.

Your boat cracks as you leap from it, the force of your wind launching you like a cannonball into the fray. You spiral mid-air, body cloaked in a shimmering ripple of pressure and speed.

The Cyclone Fruit. The world-breaker. The reason you always held back.

But not today. Not here.

You hit the first Pacifista like a thunderclap. Your sword—a sleek blade forged to withstand your storms—sings as it slices through metal. Wind whips around it in a halo, splitting circuits and steel with one clean, howling arc.

Another Pacifista lifts its arm. You twist your fingers. The air around it compresses, a sharp hiss preceding an explosion of force. It crumples like paper. Then another. And another. They fall like dominos.

A breeze carries your scent across the battlefield—your power. Eyes snap toward you. Even Whitebeard himself turns.

You land in front of him just in time.

A blade meant for his heart swings toward the Yonko from Squard’s trembling hands. You don’t think. You move.

The air shrieks as you launch forward, faster than any human should. Your arm moves on instinct. Your blade meets Squard’s mid-swing— And it shatters. Not yours. His.

The fragments scatter like sharp rain. Squard stumbles back. Whitebeard’s eyes are wide.

“…What the hell…” The old man’s voice is gravel and disbelief. You pant, hair whipping around your face like ribbons in a storm.

“I don’t have time to explain.” You flash a crooked, exhilarated grin. “Don’t die.”

Then you’re gone— A gust, a blur, a tempest.

Luffy is in the distance. Your heart soars at the sight of him, scrambling over Marines, ducking cannon fire, still running on sheer will and love.

You vault over a crumbling platform. Wind cushions your fall. You spin mid-air, landing with a gale so strong it sends Marines sprawling like leaves.

“I’m here!” you shout, voice echoing over the ice.

Luffy doesn’t look back - he doesn't hear you over the swords and cannon fire.

You fight with the wind itself. Your body moves faster than sight, your blade slicing with the whisper of a hurricane. Each swing pushes enemies back. Gusts snap bones. Barrages of air pressure knock entire squads aside.

You are the eye of the storm. And you are furious.

Every injustice the Marines ever committed—every loss, every sacrifice, every friend lost to their so-called "justice"—you feel it. And you let it all out.

You're the Cyclone. The destroyer of fleets. The whisper before the end.

And today, you fight for Luffy. You fight for Ace. You fight for the family that Kuma tried to rip from you.

Today, the storm favors the Straw Hats.

The Marines are crumbling. Like brittle old crackers left in the sun. They fall in droves, scattered by invisible hands, winds so sharp and sudden they cut through steel.

You land on one knee, sword dragging across the stone like lightning in disguise, air swirling tight around you like a second skin. Another gust spirals outward—a shockwave of pressure and force. Entire formations are gone.

And everybody sees.

Luffy skids to a halt mid-charge, rubber limbs drawn back for another wild punch. His eyes bulge, lips parting in a slack-jawed "EH?!"

“(Y/N)?!?” His voice cracks like a whip. He hadn’t seen you since Sabaody. Hadn’t known if you were alive, let alone here. And this?! He knew you were cool, yeah, but this?! You’re breaking the war apart.

“THAT’S SO COOL!!” he shouts, stars in his eyes despite the chaos, and then—“HEY!! LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU—!!”

You flick a hand. A wall of wind slams a Marine general so hard into a tower that it collapses. Luffy gapes. You wink at him with a wide grin.

-

Jinbei blinks in disbelief, calm face tightening with caution and awe. “Another force of nature…” he mutters. “No. Not a force. A storm given form.”

He watches as you cleave a marine ship in half from across the harbor with a single blade swipe and a cyclone gust to finish it off.

“She has the same energy as Luffy. Unstoppable.” And Jinbei smiles faintly, because maybe—maybe—the tides are finally turning.

-

“Oh HELL no.” Buggy dives behind a barricade of his own followers.

“What the hell is that?! Why does she look like someone sneezed and turned it into a weapon?!” He peeks through his fingers just in time to see a Pacifista implode from within—caught in an air bubble so dense it collapsed like a black hole. “I’M ALLERGIC TO PEOPLE LIKE THIS!!” But he’s secretly impressed. And terrified. Mostly terrified.

-

Crocodile watches you with narrowed eyes, cigar clenched so tight the tip splits. “She’s not Navy. Not one of Whitebeard’s…”

He clicks his tongue, tension behind every move. You slice the mast off a battleship with a gesture, the wind spiraling into a tornado that shreds the deck. “…And not someone I’ve seen before.”

But you have his interest now. "Wind and sand, huh," he mutters, grinning darkly. “Let’s see which storm wins.”

-

You haven't reached Ace yet. He's still high on the execution platform, still shackled, but his head is tilted, watching the chaos.

When the wind shifts, brushing his face like a memory, he knows.

“…No way,” he breathes. That breeze—he’s felt it before. Soft. Always playful. You used to ruffle his hair with it when he was tired.

Then he sees you. A blur of speed. A howl of power. Knocking Marines skyward like flies, slicing cannonballs mid-air. Fighting for them. For him.

And his heart aches. Because he doesn’t deserve it. But gods, he’s glad you’re here.

-

Above the war, the air pressure shifts—like the breath before a scream. You don’t stop. You can’t stop.

Because Luffy is fighting for his brother. Ace is still in chains. And the Marines think they can decide who lives and who dies.

You’re here to remind them— Some storms don’t ask for permission.

-

You feel it. The heat before it hits. The burning air, the smell of scorched stone, the wrongness that comes with him.

Akainu. All fire and fury and false justice.

He rises like a volcano given legs, magma leaking from his fist like hell’s own blood.

He glares down at you from a platform of flame. “Pirates like you… pests like you… your kind doesn’t deserve to live.” He raises his arm.

“Meteor Volcano.”

The sky cracks. Molten fists rain from the heavens like god’s wrath, blotting out the sun.

Screaming. Panic. Marines and pirates both scattering as burning death descends.

You stand still. Sword at your side. Eyes gleaming.

No more holding back. Not today. Not when Ace is in chains. Not when Luffy is fighting to the bone. Not when the world still believes they get to decide who is worthy of saving.

“Fuck that.”

You rise.

Air rushes upward with you, the wind beneath your feet forming into invisible spirals. You slash your sword once— And the world screams.

A gust, no—a hurricane, howling through the heavens, shreds the magma meteors like they’re made of smoke.

Each one is obliterated, scattered in the sky like dying embers. The battlefield stares in shock as not one drop of fire reaches the ground.

You hover in the air, clothes whipping around your body, your sword glowing faint blue from the sheer speed of your swing.

Akainu looks up. You’re already there.

Wind wraps your form, dragging you forward like a living bullet. You slice.

The force of the cut is silent. That’s what makes it terrifying.

Akainu doesn’t even get a second to react. One moment he’s standing. The next— He’s flying backwards, the air around him exploding as your blade carves through magma like butter.

He hits the wall of a Marine tower with such force it collapses, crushed beneath the pressure of your wrath. Stone crumbles. Dust floods the square.

You land hard, sword dragging behind you, cutting grooves into the ground. Your chest heaves. Your pupils are pinpricks. Your hands are shaking.

You’re angry. Livid. The kind of fury that only grief and helplessness can fuel.

You look at what’s left of the battlefield. The Admirals are watching you now. Kizaru, unreadable. Aokiji, frozen in place—uncertain. And Akainu, buried.

You spit to the side. “Your justice is broken.” You raise your sword. The air tightens. “I’m here to end it.”

The air hasn’t settled. Won’t settle. Not while you’re still standing.

Not while the ground still stinks of justice warped into a weapon.

Akainu’s crater smokes behind you. The Admirals are cautious now—watching, weighing, waiting.

And the Warlords begin to move.

Mihawk is first—drawn not by duty, but curiosity. His eyes track your every motion like a beast sizing up another predator.

“Fascinating,” he murmurs, lifting his massive blade. “A storm in human skin.”

You brace. You feel the air pull around you. If he strikes, you can move. You can counter. You can match him.

But before he swings—

Another figure dances in.

Boa Hancock.

She lands with the grace of a goddess, serpents writhing beneath her heels, perfume clinging to the wind. Her eyes glitter with sharp jealousy.

“You dare stand in Luffy-sama’s way,” she says, but she’s staring through you, not at you.

You prepare to meet her head-on—your cyclone churning. But then—

“SHE’S WITH ME, HANCOCK!” Luffy’s voice—raw and loud, tearing through the chaos like a whip crack.

Hancock freezes. Her whole body jerks.

She looks toward him with hearts already pulsing in her eyes. “Luffy-sama… called for me…” she whispers, hands rising to her chest.

Her glare snaps back to you. A pause. A smirk. “Hmph. I suppose I’ll forgive you,” she declares, voice tight, trying not to look impressed. “Just this once.”

You raise a brow. “Thanks?”

She glares harder. “Don’t get too close to him.” Then she backflips away, spinning into a flurry of deadly kicks aimed at any Marine dumb enough to be nearby.

Doflamingo chuckles behind his shades, strings twitching from his fingertips. “She’s got the Marines pissing themselves and Boa blushing like a schoolgirl…”

He tilts his head at you, sharp grin stretched wide. “Wanna join my crew instead, sweetheart?”

You slam your boot into the earth—sending a wind burst that knocks him back a full ten meters. “Try that again and I’ll string you up,” you growl.

His laugh howls as he floats away like a lazy balloon.

Kuma—or what’s left of him—doesn’t flinch. Another Pacifista slams down. You meet it in the air, blade-first, slicing its head clean off with a twisting cyclone that carves an entire path through the battlefield.

You feel Luffy getting closer now. Your winds carry the sound of his heartbeat—racing, loud, alive.

He leaps onto a tower that hasn’t collapsed yet, sweaty and bleeding, but smiling so wide you think your ribs might crack.

“You’re CRAZY strong!!” he shouts at you, absolutely beaming. “Why didn’t you tell me you were that awesome?!”

You blink at him, wind tousling his hat slightly. You grin. “Didn’t really come up.”

He laughs so hard he almost falls off the ledge.

You flick your blade toward the rising platform. “Let’s go get your brother.”

-

The wind shifts. You feel it. Something’s wrong. Something’s happening.

From your perch near Luffy, laughter and flame, blood and chaos all swirling beneath you— You see Sengoku rise. Golden light radiating off him like a false sunrise. Massive. Mythic. Terrifying.

He’s done waiting.

He raises his fists. Stands over Ace. The executioners hesitate, backs pressed to the wall from the earlier quake. But Sengoku—he doesn’t hesitate. He lifts his fists to bring them down on Ace himself. No speeches. No theatrics. Just death.

“I won’t make it in time.” Even Luffy—running, rubber burning— He won’t make it.

But you can. You have to.

You push off the ground with such force it shatters, a crater blooming where your foot once was. You tear through the battlefield like a blade through silk—

Aokiji forms an ice wall. You blow it to dust. Kizaru tries to flash in your path—your cyclone cancels his light. Akainu, dragging himself from rubble, roars your name— You scream back, louder than a hurricane.

Your vision tunnels. The world is a blur. All you see is Ace. The chains. The execution platform. The moment time is meant to run out.

“Not today.”

You overshoot. Wind crackles around you like lightning, control slipping— Too fast, too much force, too high. You redirect mid-air, slicing into a steel scaffolding to slow yourself.

A sword pierces your shoulder. You don’t stop. You don’t even feel it.

You slam into Sengoku mid-strike. Fist to golden jaw. Air booms outward. Sengoku—THE Sengoku—goes flying. Hits a tower. Cracks it from base to top.

The Marines scream. The platform shakes. Ace blinks, stunned. Blood at the corner of his mouth. His lips part like he’s not sure you’re real.

You pant, trembling, your left arm limp at your side, the sword still embedded deep. But your right hand moves. Fast. Precise. Determined.

You grip the chains around Ace’s wrists— And twist the air itself.

The manacles explode outward with a snap of wind. Shrapnel rains.

Ace stares at you like you’ve split the ocean.

You grin, bloody and wind-whipped. “Miss me?”

He laughs—a raw, incredulous sound. And for the first time in what feels like a century— He’s free.

-

The battlefield is silent. The skies are clear. Not a single Marine stands.

Sengoku? KO’d. Akainu? Slammed into the magma so hard he's now just very angry sediment. Kizaru? Spinning gently in orbit from a wind kick to the jaw. Aokiji? Frozen himself to avoid further embarrassment. The Warlords?

Let’s just say Doflamingo “accidentally” tied himself to a flagpole. Crocodile asked to join your fan club. And Boa Hancock is still dramatically fainting every time Luffy speaks her name.

“Did he say ‘Hancock’?! Hhhaaaaahn~” thud

Ace is free. Luffy is safe. Whitebeard... is alive, somehow. He just stood back up and cracked his neck like:

“Mm. That nap hit different.”

He pats you on the back. You fly 30 feet forward and crash into a victory buffet table.

The Marines surrender. Not because they wanted to. But because you stormed their entire fleet, turned one of their ships into a kite, and wrote "SORRY NOT SORRY" in the clouds.

The wind spelled your name.

Cut to: You, Ace, and Luffy standing on a tall Marine podium (now renamed the "Winner Stage") as the sun sets.

You have a fist raised. A cape of wind. And a sparkly Denden Mushi in one hand, blaring your highlight reel.

🎥 "—AND HERE’S ME YEETING AKAINU INTO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH—" 🎥 "—SENGOKU? GONE. JUST GONE." 🎥 “—THIS CLIP’S CALLED PACIFISTA POPCORN.” 🎥 “—KUMA WHO? NEVER HEARD OF HIM.”

The Denden Mushi sobs. It’s been recording for hours.

The World Government? Dissolved. Instantly. The moment your wind sliced the words "CEASE AND DESIST" into the red line.

Far away, on Onigashima… Kaido, still drunk, sits up sharply. Sweating. Eyes wide.

“Why do I feel like someone cooler than me just woke up?” He panics. Trips. Falls off the island.

Dead. From fear.

Cut to: Your crew lifting you up. (They got here by...Whale Sharks?) Luffy’s laughing, Ace is holding your other arm, Jinbei’s crying softly into a rice ball. Even Buggy is cheering for you like it was his idea all along.

You’re handed a crown made of cannon parts and rose gold. The crowd chants:

“MVP! MVP! MVP!”

You dab. Robin sighs. Sanji weeps. Zoro glares like he’s considering joining Kaido in the afterlife, but ultimately sighs and mutters,

“...Yeah, that was cool.”

The world is at peace. Forever. There’s a yearly holiday named after you now. No one dares to pick a fight—every time a villain thinks about it, a breeze ruffles their collar and whispers:

“Don’t.”

And somewhere… deep in the wind… You swear you hear Luffy laughing. Ace calling your name. The crew bickering. The sound of a dream, still sailing.

And you? You’re still standing at the bow of it all.

Wind in your hair. Sword at your back. And the world at your feet.

[supernatural-hunter1]

“Hunter On The Crew” Part 1.

Summary: Saving people, hunting things, Family Business! Right?.... WRONG! You some how ended up on the thousand sunny, and meet a stranger pirate wearing a straw hat and joined his crew, But little did they know you are actually a "Hunter" who hunts down the SUPERNATURAL?

Strawhats with female reader, Fluff story🥰

Might turn this into a series?😅

It was a perfect sunny day no clowds in sight and the ocean water was calm. Luffy, Usopp and Chopper We’re sitting on the railing on the side of the ship fishing as always, Zoro was doing his usual training routines in the crow’s nest, Nami is relaxing on a chair sitting under an umbrella to block out the sun while Robin was sitting next to her reading a book, and Brook was playing a calming tune on his violin sitting on the swing under the tree on the deck, and Jinbe is staring the ship. Sanji comes out of the kitchen with a tray and walk over to approach Nami and Robin.

“Here you go, ladies.” He said as he handed them their drink. “Thank you, Sanji.” Robin said with a light smile, Sanji goes all heart-eyes and goofy smiling. “Anything for you, my darlings.” He goshed before giving them a slight bow and rushing back to the kitchen. Just then, Nami noticed a slight change in the air? Even Brook senses a similar feeling and immediately stops playing his music?

Suddenly, something falls beside him on the grassy deck, and Brook jumps back with a frightened shriek, which now gets everyone’s attention, and everyone rushes over to check it out? “What’s going on up here? I heard Brook scream and came up to see what was wrong?” Franky said as he emerged out of his workshop.

“Whoa, what is that?” Luffy asked? Looking down he sees a black rounded duffel bag with silver handles as he picks it up off the ground, “Be careful we don’t what kind of dangerous things might be in that bag?” Usopp says nervously? Robin walks over and takes a closer look and noticed something, “look it even has a strange symbol on it?” She said. Pointing at the symbol of a sun with a star in the center of it, “I’ve never seen anything like that and it fell from the sky?” She added as she looked up?

Just then something else entirely catches their eyes, Usopp pulls out a telescope to see what it is? and to his surprise and horror it was you falling out of the sky he shouts to the others to warn them, "THERE IS SOMEONE FALLING FROM THE SKY!?" He shouted as he pointed to my direction.

Unfortunately, the worst was yet to come as a giant sea king jumped up from the water with its mouth wide open, luckily Sanji used his skywalked ability and caught you before you became a sea king snack. He glanced down at you his eyes widened he saw you were covered from head to toe with injuries and blood, and pieces of your clothing were torn up. He quickly rushed back to the ship.

A few hours go by, and you slowly start to wake up in the infirmary on the ship you groan, a little in pain, as you slowly set up. "Ow, man, what happened?" You muttered. "Oh, hey, glad you're finally awake." A voice said, you turn your head to see a guy wearing a straw hat? "How are you feeling? Be careful not to move too much." Another voice said you looked over. And saw a reindeer wearing a blue helmet with an 'x' on the center of it.

"I feel a little bit sore in some places, but I think I'll be all right." You said as you'd looked down, at my bandages. "Thank you, um..." you paused for a second. "My name is Chopper I'm the ship's doctor." He introduced himself, "thank you, doctor Chopper my name is Y/n." You look over. To the man on the other side of the room, "i'm sorry. I didn't quite get your name either?" You asked?

"The names Luffy the captain of the ship, and I'm going to be the future king of the pirates." He said, you let out a sigh of relief "nice to meet you Luffy." You smiled, he then started asking you questions, and you'd answered, telling him everything that you could remember. You shy away for a second. And asked him if he was looking for new members to join his crew and offered to join?

Luffy nodded with a big smile on his face after a few minute. He and chopper took me out of the infirmarie and onto the deck where everyone was waiting. "Everyone, great news, we have a new crew member!" He announced. I walk out of the infirmarie with a blanket wrapped around me. Like a cloak protecting myself from the cold air. "Everybody meet Y/n." He said, i nervously smiled and waved.

"Hi." I said nervously, Robin was the first to greet me then Usopp and Nami also introduced themselves after, Robin then handed me my bag. I thanked her happily. And she pointed me to the restroom to change out if my torn clothes, i left for a while and changed into new clothes slowly, but carefully so I didn't reopen any wounds, once i were done i made my way to the kitchen.

I slowly opened the door and poked my head through the door, Sanji was the first to notice "Well would you look who it is, come in and get something to eat." He said, as he hand out a plate of food, i walk in closing the door behind me before walking over to him.

"It smells really good, then again? I haven't eaten anything in 3 days, so anything would be pretty good right about now, thanks." I said, as i gently take the plate.

After getting my meal and sitting down in a chair between jinbai and Robin then we all started talked and laughing, at one point Brook asked if he could my panties? And I popped off with, "No, but I'm willing to throw you overboard, By the way. That's a pretty bold question coming from a dead guy with no eyeballs?" I'd said calm but firmly, the skeleton was a bit shocked when i referred to him as 'dead guy'.

And with that Zoro choked on his drink, while Nami covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing, but luckily? Usopp, Chopper and Luffy we're the ones burst into laughing.

"Hey Y/n speaking of which there's something I've been meaning to ask you?" Robin asked, "sure thing what is it?" I said, "there was a strange symbol on your duffel bag, that I have never seen before mind I ask what that means?" She asked, and i'd nodded.

"It's called an anti possession mark, it's what the hunters wear to protect ourselves from being possessed, See." I answered,

I'd pull-down the front of my shirt showing them a tattoo on the side of my chest, it's a sun with a star on the center of it, Luffy's eyes sparkled with awe "THAT IS SO COOL!" He said excitedly, Usopp scratches the back of his head in confusion."What did you mean by 'hunters' and 'protecting yourselves' from what exactly?" He asked? "Do you know much about werewolfs and vampires?" I asked, and he and everyone else in the room nodded, "well, where I'm from, we are known for hunting down creatures of the supernatural, like werewolves and ghouls, and all that at." I added.

I began explaining to luffy and his crew more about it, i'd even told them a little bit about my childhood and growing up learning about creatures of the supernatural and learned about their weaknesses and strength. Sometime after dinner, i'd offered to help Sanji out with washing the dishes but also for the chance to get to know my new crewmate more too.

"Here, let me help you out with those?" I said, walking to the sink to clean my dish. Sanji swore that he could feel his heart skip a beat when i offered so sweetly. He shook his head and gave me a light smile. "No, it's alright y/n i can handle it from here, I appreciate the offer, though, but maybe next time." He said, he gently took my dish and placed it in the sink. I nodded at his word. Nami walked over, and she dragged me out of the kitchen to show me around the ship.

Later in the night, i decided i'd wanted to sleep on the floor in a small corner of the girls' room with the pillow and a blanket, as everyone was asleep i'd lied there, awake looking up at the ceiling, thinking to myself maybe things wouldn't be so bad here after all? Before closing my eyes and start to drift off to sleep.

( I hope you guys like the story i think I might turn this into a series? I know my writing is not as good but I am trying my best😅)

[urinarythreatinfection]

YOO what up!! You should def do some luffy x reader stuff. Safe for work plz I’d love angst or just some good hcs. I always wondering how he’d react when you like argue with him and you like flinch or back down and how it’d play out.

Thx pookie

Sorry for taking a bit, it's the weekday and I have school (I also stayed up watching videos on bloodborne lore on sunday). Anyway as apology I'll let you choose how this goes. Option'll be at the end.

Kindness Isn't Spineless.

Luffy x gn!reader angst. 1,088 words. Part 1.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“Again…” You look inside the fridge and sigh, the leftovers you had got eaten again. You know exactly who it was . This had been happening for a while now, the first time it happened you told yourself it was okay, the second you said it was okay again, the third you finally talked to Luffy to ask him to stop, this is now the 4th time. You don’t even know why you bother at this point. Closing the door to the fridge you leave the kitchen and see Luffy fishing with Usopp, seeing them talking happily makes you feel worse; like you’re the dumb one getting upset over some missing food while he’s unaffected. “Dammit…” You end up just leaving to go to your room, not wanting to sour their mood with your own unhappiness. After shutting the door behind you, you flop onto the bed and sigh. You keep telling yourself the same things you have before, it’s just food, Luffy is more important than some leftovers, no need to get upset over something so small… but it’s not making you feel any better. Not when something so simple as continuing to eat your leftovers shows so little respect. “Maybe.. Maybe I should try telling him again, maybe he’ll listen this time.” You mumble to yourself and get up, walking out of your room and going back to where Luffy and Usopp were fishing. “Luffy?”

“Mm?” He hums.

“Can we talk for a bit in my room?” You ask him and he’s silent for a moment before turning his head to look at you.

“Can you wait? I’m fishing right now.” Is his response, your heart sinks and you consider saying yes, but decide to steel your heart and refuse.

“No, the fish aren’t going to disappear. You can continue fishing after we’re done.” You manage to muster out. He sighs and gets up, following you to your room. Once you’re inside, closing the door, you confront him. “You ate my leftovers again.”

“Oh, yeah I did. Oops.” He says, way too casually for him to care.

“Luffy I told you it wasn’t nice to do that, I don’t want you eating my leftovers. Sanji already makes you a lot of food and those leftovers were ones I got from the last island we went to. I was really looking forward to them since it was a specialty there.” You explain.

“Yeah, they were really good.” He responds, and you frown. Luffy’s acting so uncaring about all of this, he isn’t even being stupidly happy about it. Usually when he’s caught eating something that wasn’t his he fights about it, trying to weasel his way out of getting scolded; but this is just straight up rude.

“Luffy…?” You call his name, not believing what you’re hearing.

“Yeah?” The captain yawns. “Can I go now?”

“Luffy, what's wrong with you? You’re acting weird.” This is stressing you out.

“You’re the one acting weird, it’s just food. You can just get something else, maybe ask Sanji to make you something.” His words make you scowl slightly, you’re trying to stay calm but he’s being so disrespectful it hurts. It hurts and it’s making you angry.

“Why are you being so rude, did I do something?”

“Hmm…” Luffy puts a hand to his chin. “Well I mean it doesn’t matter anyway.” You tilt your head in confusion. “Cuz you’re just gonna forgive me, even if I keep doing it. So there’s no point in being all sorry about it, yeah?” You stare at Luffy in shock, he can be selfish at times sure but not like this; and not to a crewmate, this isn’t mentioning that you too are lovers as well.

“Luffy you’re being really mean, don’t say that.” You say, your eyebrows furrowing into a pained expression. “You’re hurting me.” Black eyes look away, not even bothering to meet your gaze. “Look at me, Luf, don’t just look away. Please?” He doesn’t respond. “Luffy! Please don’t do this to me. I’m sorry for getting mad at you, don't just ignore me like this…”

“You’re so spineless.” He finally responds with a frown and your heart sinks. “I don’t like it, you’re not even trying. It’s kinda um…” Luffy looks for a word in his head before it pops into his mind. “You’re really pathetic!” A smile forms on his face.

“Luffy!” You yell

“It’s true though. I liked you because you never backed down for what you believed in, but now that we’re dating you don’t even do anything to me. It’s annoying seeing you so much of a coward where you back down at any argument with me. I don’t like it.” Once he’s done there’s silence for a bit, Luffy’s about to try and continue when you stop him.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” You apologize and he perks up, but you don’t end it there. “I should’ve known, you don’t like cowards or crybabies. I don’t blame you, so we don’t have to be together anymore.”

“Wait, you-” He’s interrupted.

“No Luffy, I get it. You’ve made it clear enough that you don’t like me.” You talk as you start to move him out of your room. He tries to reach for you when you go to shut the door on him but you flinch away like he’s lashing out. It shocks him to freeze, giving you the chance to shut the door and lock it.

The captain stares at the door, spaced out before he snaps out of it. ‘...I think I messed up.’ Luffy thinks to himself and knocks on the door, but you don’t answer. He continues this for a while and considers breaking the door down but the image of you flinching away from him like he’d do something as horrible as hitting you is shaking his resolve. ‘I don’t want to see them do that again.’ He frowns, unhappy. His plan was to make you mad enough that you would gain confidence and grow a spine, but this went wrong. He made a mistake, or maybe this is really just you? Luffy doesn’t know, he hasn’t been in a relationship before, but he wants to know; and he wants you to tell him. You did so well when you didn’t back down and told him to follow you to talk, even when he was fishing. He was so relieved he even sighed, but now it’s all messed up and he’s stuck outside this door wondering if breaking it down will make things worse.

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The options are if he breaks down the door or not and whether you want this to have a happy or bittersweet ending (asker only). You dont have to say if you dont want tonyou can also just tell me to continue if you dont want the choice.

[henrioo]

✦ ── THE MORNING AFTER: EUSTASS KID AND KILLER

Relationships: Eustass Kid x Gn! Reader x Killer (Poly), Kid x Killer (Suggested)

Synopsis: What would it be like to wake up only to discover that you didn't sleep with one crewmate, but two!

Warnings: Mention of sexual intercourse, waking up naked among people without clothes, mention of drunk (consenting) sex, mention of regret, mention of consequences, Soft Kid and Killer, Healthy Relationship, Polyamorous Relationship, Threesome

Word Count: 1,0k

Notes: Oh yeah baby, I really love this duo, this is the first part of a "series" of waking up the next day with a trio, I plan to do more now that I'm back but to debut we have my favorites, the next ones will probably be Zoro and sanji or Luffy and Law, hope you like it

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It was so soft and warm… You were under a hard surface, but it was so hot that it somehow became soft? There was something around your waist and it warmed you even more. There was a layer of soft blanket under you and everything felt even better, when was the last time you slept so well? His bed wasn't even that comfortable...

Yes, your bed was not comfortable… For some reason it was a hard mattress that you always said you would change on the next island you stopped on, but you always forgot and continued on the hard bed. Also, what was that breath on your neck? Breathing? Weren't you alone?!

Still groggy and confused, you forced yourself to open your eyes to try to figure out where the hell you fell asleep this time. His head began to throb and hurt as his eyes got used to the low light in the room, the windows were covered, preventing the sun's rays from illuminating everything.

You yawned loudly and shifted, or at least you tried to since there was something… someone holding you in place. You looked around and your face burned as your jaw dropped open in shock. You were lying on the chest of none other than Eustass Kid, your captain. Also, around your waist and curled around you like a puppy was Killer, the first mate.

You suppressed a scream and began to rummage through your memories in search of what had happened. You remembered very little, you had entered a drinking contest, won and then tried to stumble back to the ship to sleep. At some point you met Killer who would help you get back safely, maybe you found Kid on the ship, but nothing really explained how you ended up there.

And to make matters worse… Where were your clothes? Oh no… You couldn't believe you made a cliché like that, did you even sleep with your superiors just because you were drunk?!

Killer squeezed your waist a little more and settled on your back, you felt a shiver running through your body. Of course, you couldn't deny that they were very attractive and maybe you had a crush on them, besides obviously, it was a celebration night and the three of you must have been completely drunk and crazy… But still, that shouldn't have happened!

Not that you didn't want to… On the contrary, what situation would that put you in?! Would your peers say you were trying to curry favor? What if the two got mad and threw you off the ship?! There were so many possibilities for everything to go wrong that her head started to spin…

But you couldn't deny it, being there, in the grip of Killer's arms and the comfort of Kid's body was so lovely. You definitely wouldn't use that word for anything related to those two monstrous men, but it felt so right.

"Fuck my head" you heard Kid mumbling and closed your eyes at the time, maybe it would be better to just pretend you were sleeping.

He shifted a bit until he realized where he was, then there was silence until he finally spoke.

"Y/n" you bit your lip, that he didn't realize you were sleeping, it was his wish "I know you're awake" Damn! How did he know?!

"Captain…" you mumbled shyly and opened your eyes to stare at him. There was no negative emotion in that gaze, no anger, no disgust, he just stared at you... peacefully?

"Shut up, I still don't want to wake up" Killer said and then he buried his head in your neck and inhaled deeply, making you shiver and let out a small cry of fright.

"Killer, let go, they don't want to" Kid spoke quickly and not long after Killer released you with a disappointed mutter.

"Sorry" he said and then sat down on the bed.

You stood there looking confused at both of them, what was going on?

"You can go back to your room, let's not say anything to anyone" Kid said and yawned again, wasn't he going to tell? Did he… had he regretted it?

"Are we just going to pretend this didn't happen?" You let out with some sadness, you couldn't help but show your disappointment… Were you really that bad?

"Well, it's not exactly weird Killer waking up in my bed" Kid said teasing the other man who just swore under his breath "But by the look of you you definitely didn't want to be here, so let's just pretend it didn't happen, blah blah, you know" he said with little patience.

"But… What if I wanted to be here?" You said in a sad whisper. It was no secret to many that you really wanted both men, you just hadn't done anything imagining that your superiors would never hook up with their own subordinates.

"You want?" It was Killer who spoke, turning and facing you, at least that's what it looked like since his bangs covered his eyes.

"Maybe…" you said nervously and sat up, using the blanket to cover yourself.

"So does that stuff you said yesterday about you being in love with us being true?" Kid said, staring at you deathly.

"I said that?!" You screamed in shock, you had assumed that while drunk?!

"No" he smirked "But by your reaction it's true…"

"You idiot…" you cursed in embarrassment.

"So… Can we go back to sleep?" Killer said approaching you "Let's deal with the romantic talk after coffee"

"Yes definitely" Kid said and pulled you back into his chest, Killer then clung to you again.

"So…" you said after a few minutes of silence "If Killer is already a regular here… Can I be too?" That was her request to try and turn something from one night into much more, you had the chance to have those two men in your hand and you weren't going to waste it.

"You don't even have to ask, we're tired of hearing you complain about your bed" Killer said happily.

"Yeah, now shut up and go to sleep or I'll expel you both" Kid yelled with his eyes closed.

"Ah… And y/n" Killer whispered in his ear "We love you too…"

[onepiece-fluffcanons]

Zoro finding his s/o again after a long time and refusing to leave without them

I did want to do this one for both Zoro and Sanji too when I wrote the one for Luffy, but I figured I would write them separately

As per usual, Zoro had gotten himself lost while looking for Luffy, who had decided to take off as soon as the ship had been docked on the island they spotted. Why did the others think it would be a good idea to send him? No one knows.

“Where the hell did he go now?” He asked to no one in particular as he kept walking, getting a little frustrated at this point as he just kept getting more lost. However, a certain someone he had passed had heard his voice, and that someone was you.

“Zoro?” You looked over at him, as if to make sure you weren’t just imagining things. Zoro stopped in his tracks as he heard your voice, slowly turning around to face you.

“Y/n?”

“It really is you!” You went over to him, a faint smile on your face. It had been a long time since you had last seen him, but you knew why he left, and you didn’t blame him at all. While he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Zoro did miss you and had hoped to see you again. It’s as the old saying goes, distance makes the heart grow fonder. And that’s exactly what happened.

“I missed you, Zoro.” He was a bit surprised to hear that from you, but, he did miss you too. “But I don’t blame you or anything for leaving. Enough of that, though, I want to hear about your adventures! Tell me how you’ve been!”

“Alright, but only if you help me find someone.” You agreed, and the two of you searched around town to find Luffy. As you walked, he told you about the places he’s been and how he was doing. You listened intently as you kept an eye out for the straw hat captain. You had told him about how you were doing as well, and that you wished to spend time with him again like you used to.

It was in that moment that Zoro knew he wanted you to come along with him, and he wasn’t going to leave until you agreed.

“Y/n.” He had stopped walking, which caught your attention, now looking back at him.

“Is something wrong, Zoro?”

“I want you to come with me when we leave.”

“What-“

“I want you to come with me, Y/n.” You were quite surprised by this. “I won’t leave without you. Not again.”

“But what about-“ you were going to ask him about his dream, and his promise, you knew that was made him leave the last time.

“Yes, I know, but I want you to be there.” You were silent for a few moments, processing the whole situation. While you did want to go with him, you had things to do here! But… you missed him and you didn’t want to let this opportunity slip away from you.

“I… alright, I’ll go with you, Zoro.”

“Great, now let’s go find our captain.” You chuckled a bit in response and went along with him to find Luffy, so he could officially make you a part of the crew.