#he is being boiled 👐

[soullessjack]

its getting worse

[sleepymarimo]

𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣!

summary: the first time you make their heart skip a beat, w/ monster trio + law! pairing(s): luffy x gn!reader, zoro x gn!reader, sanji x gn!reader, law x gn!reader cw: none! an: ahhhh idk how to feel about this one but i hope you enjoy :') 👐

luffy

there are a lot of things that get luffy's heart racing.

a good meal. a cool looking fish. a killer party. all of it makes this captain happy, because he revels in the adventure. he lives for the moment. he feels deeply and strongly, a trait that acts as a double edged sword.

like now, as a torrent of anger and worry swirl in his chest and weigh him down. he's running through some dense woods, bursting through trees and falling down hills, a look of determination on his face.

an enemy had managed to sneak up on the crew.

what's worse? they ran off. with you.

luffy doesn't think twice. he pushes through anything in his way for the sake of finding you before things got too rough. as he runs, he finds the enemy's actions cowardly. someone using you to draw him out makes him irritate. he doesn't care if he's falling into some trap; he'd deal with whatever was put in front of him so long as he could rescue you.

he's worried for your well being, of course he is. even though he can't see you, he can feel you. his observation haki lets him know how frightened you are, a fact that makes him all the more angry.

then finally, in the distance, he catches sight of you.

you're in a clearing, the enemy looming over you. they're raising a weapon in your direction, much too close.

luffy feels his blood boil. he grabs ahold of some trees, running backwards and preparing to launch himself in your direction as fast as he can. his rubber arms grow taut as he stretches, his mind set on rescuing you.

an annoyed huff leaves him when he hears the enemy taunting you, threatening your life and mocking your ambitions. it has luffy's anger rising, because there was no way he'd let your dreams get made fun of. by anyone.

his thoughts become hazy, his strong feelings taking hold of his actions.

then, luffy hears it. it's like a melody, absolute music to his ears.

your laugh.

ba-dum! ba-dum!

his head clears.

he can feel a big smile curling at his lips. his grin is all teeth, his eyes shining with equal parts pride and mischief. it's like a fire has been lit in his soul, like he's a toy that's just been wound up to the max.

even in your current predicament, even when you're utterly terrified, you have faith in yourself. in him.

if you can laugh, then so can he.

finally, he yells out his signature move, launching himself at the enemy and landing a punch so hard that it makes the air itself tremble.

"luffy!" you call with some tears prickling in your eyes, your limbs still shaky from the adrenaline. your smile falters at the edges, relief flooding your body. "you made it!"

your captain comes to life upon seeing your smile up close, his heart beating like a drum. his rubber arms wrap around you and he squeezes you to his chest, his laughter ringing in your ears.

"of course i did!" he grins, grabbing you by the hand and urging you to run with him to the ship. his grip on you is tight and secure. glancing back at you, he can't help but feel grateful to have you with him on this journey.

he snickers, letting emotion run through him without restriction. "you made my heart feel funny!"

zoro

after another victory, the straw hat pirates found themselves reveling in drinks, food and company.

for a while, the swordsman finds himself amidst the other heavy drinkers. he grins and knocks back bottle after bottle, content with listening to the animated conversations around him and observing the party.

eventually though, he craves some solitude. and so, he heads off towards a less occupied area where he can drink in peace.

he basks in isolation, until you manage to find your way to him. a big grin is on your face and he can't help but reciprocate with a small smirk when he notices your inebriated state. unceremoniously, you plop down next to him at a respectable distance.

“hey zo', gimme some!” you nod towards the large bottle he holds, completely immersed in the light, upbeat atmosphere. one of your hands even reaches out, making a sort of grabbing motion.

he possessively tightens his grip on the bottle, his expression hardening slightly as his brows furrowed. "hah? this is mine, go grab your own bottle."

"i don't wanna full drink, jus' need a little more and i'll be good." you answer, well aware of your limits. your tone becomes pleading as you look up at him with puppy dog eyes. "one sip. please?"

with a groan, he relents. he grumbles something about you being lucky that he's in such a good mood, before extending the bottle in your direction.

yet, it appears that you have some more tricks up your sleeve.

instead of grabbing the bottle, you simply tilt your head back and let your mouth hang open. you make an 'ah' sound, waiting for him to bestow you with the gift of alcohol.

he's a little taken aback at first. seriously? you wanted him to pour it for you? ugh, fine...

he rolls his eye and uses his free hand to firmly hold your jaw steady and open, bringing the bottle up and pouring the sake into your mouth.

your hand rests on his, your fingers absentmindedly tracing over his knuckles.

it's all fine at first, until his eyes lock with yours. in that moment, he seems to acknowledge the intimacy of the act, something primal stirring in his gut as he looked down at you. his cheeks redden.

ba-dum! ba-dum!

his muscles tense and he goes almost still. he gets so distracted that his hand moves upwards, effectively drowning your face with sake. your head snaps back into its natural position and you start to cough, the alcohol burning your nostrils.

you give the swordsman an incredulous look, wiping the excess sake from your face. “what the hell was that for?”

“you’re the one that moved!” he sharply replies, even though he knows damn well that you were sitting good and still for him.

focusing inward, he seems pleased to feel that his heart is once again thumping steadily. unwavering. what an odd feeling it was, to have his strong heart skip a beat.

i'll deal with that later. he thinks, not at all wanting to open that can of worms.

so, he takes another swig from the bottle and uses one of his large hands to pat you on the back as you continued to cough up sake.

“oi, don’t waste good booze.”

sanji

the cook wasn't used to being spoiled. he's always been a giver, someone who provides and never takes.

he basked in the smiles that formed on the faces of his crew mates, his family, whenever he made them a good meal or protected them. he never asks for anything in return. however, that doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t be shown appreciation every now and then.

currently, he's on night watch.

a thick blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, the cold wind nipping at his cheeks and painting them a reddish color. a cigarette hangs from his lips, his breaths coming out as white puffs against the dark sky.

out of the corner of his eye, he can see light pouring out from the kitchen window. how long has that been on? his brows furrow in suspicion as he makes his way over, half-expecting to see luffy attempting to crack open the pantry.

yet when he opens the door, his posture immediately relaxes and he practically melts as he sees you. you're in your pajamas, hunched over the stove with a focused expression. he takes note of the cookbook laid out on the counter, guiding you as you prepared a dish.

he calls your name, his limbs turning to mush as he approached you. "what are you doing here so late? if you're hungry, i'll make you some-"

his nose twitches as he catches the scent of what you're making.

he knows it well because it happens to be one of his favorite dishes. coincidentally, it was one of your least favorites, the scent of it rather unbearable to you.

"you're... you're making..." his cigarette threatens to tumble out of his lips as he gives you a bewildered expression.

he can see your nose briefly scrunch up before you give him a smile, one of your hands holding a wooden spoon and mixing up ingredients on a pan. "yeah. i hope i'm making it right. i mean, it won't be as good as yours anyway, but still."

"mon amour, you shouldn't. i know how much you can't stand the smell of it." he tries to usher you away, placing a hand on yours and insisting that he didn't want you to be queasy. "why're you making this, mon amour? did someone ask you to?"

you shrug and keep a firm hold on the wooden spoon, replying like the answer was obvious. "because i thought it'd make you happy."

ba-dum! ba-dum!

his cigarette does fall to the floor. the hand that's over yours tightens, perhaps his way of grounding himself. he's speechless for a moment, something shaking him down to his very center.

he could almost cry.

"sanji?" you ask, a little concerned for the chef as his eyes seemed to glaze over.

the blond snaps out of it, giving you a smile that's so warm it makes you wonder if the sun had just come up. there's none of that surface level attraction or lust in his gaze, only an authentic appreciation.

thank you. he thinks, feeling light. thank you for caring.

his eyes close as he once again takes in the scent of the dish you're preparing. "it smells great, mon amour. better than anything i've ever made, i’m sure of it."

"i doubt that." you laugh, downplaying his compliment. with a nod, you resume cooking. "it'll be finished by the time you're done with your watch. i can handle it."

sanji thanks you once more, his heart feeling full. returning to his post, he allows you to do something kind for him. he allows himself to take, without worrying about having to repay you.

he quells any lingering thoughts of insecurity and self-doubt, focusing instead on the meal that's sure to be waiting for him in the morning.

law

it was a couple weeks ago that law made the decision to educate the crew a bit more on medical practices.

the surgeon knew that he couldn’t always be around to provide assistance to the crew, so it was only logical that he trained everyone in basic first aid, including you. day after day, he trained everyone, one at a time.

was it a lot? yes. however, law liked to be prepared and felt comfort in being thorough with his teachings, regardless of how tedious it was.

so, finally it was your day to be trained under his watchful eye.

you could tell how passionate he was about his work, how knowledgeable. if you had any questions or wanted to know more about a topic, he took the time to explain it to you properly.

he was quite patient, something you were thankful for since you knew he could sometimes grow frustrated.

when it's all said and done, he quizzes you. he sits atop the exam table, his expression apathetic.

"i'm a patient suffering from shortness of breath, chest pain and dizziness." he flatly says, watching your every move. "what comes to mind? what do you check first?"

you bite at your lip, your head scrambling to come up with any ideas of what your 'patient' could be suffering from. "arrhythmia?" you answer, uncertain. he gives you a pressing look, urging you to continue. "and i... check your heartbeat?"

"good." with a nod of his head, he gestures towards the stethoscope. "go ahead, then. check it and let's see if you get the reading right."

pushing past your initial hesitance, you grab the stethoscope and put it on, gently holding the bell in your hand. placing it on his clothed chest, your expression turns frustrated as you struggle to hear a beat.

he rolls his eyes and calls your name lightly. "you can't place it over fabric. it needs to go directly on the skin."

oh yeah, you needed to place it directly on his chest.

you click your tongue, embarrassed by your slight error. "yeah, yeah, i got it."

with that, your hand slips under the hem of his shirt.

however, instead of holding up his shirt and and placing the stethoscope directly over his heart, your hand slides upward from his abdomen and all the way to his chest.

your fingers inadvertently graze along his skin, tracing a warm path from his navel to his heart.

you're too focused on your task to notice his widening eyes and how his breath hitches.

a content smile forms on your face when you catch the sound of his heartbeat.

ba-dum! ba-dum!

you look up at him, slightly concerned. “i think there's something weird-"

"you're hearing things." he's quick to say, placing a hand over yours and promptly removing it from his person. standing from the exam table, he adjusts his shirt and takes a step back to put some much needed distance between the two of you. "good job today, you did well."

he turns in the opposite direction, not wanting to let his cracked composure show. steeling himself, he takes a deep breath and shakes off any residual feelings of unease.

it was just a fluke. he's quick to think, wanting to be rational.

in the end, he looks over his shoulder and gives you a nod before heading to his study.

[starrymothwings]

hello maam pls, put the yandere hcs for yours sons in the bag and nobody gets hurt 🔫🔫🔫

👐your wish is my command please dont shoot i have kids

Todd:

- todd’s got a good head on his shoulders, so he knows damn well that what he’s doing ain’t good but is he going to stop? no :)

- he’s a manipulative yandere. it’s easier for everyone involved (object of affection included) if the one he loves cooperates, right?

- so he’s going to make them think they want to be with him, even with all the red flags he’s putting up. 

- so, actual red fox courtship involves prolonged chasing and playing with each other, and that’s a lot like what this relationship is like. lots of mind games. if his crush starts to catch onto him...well, he’ll just have to get their minds off it and start again, right? todd’s a patient guy

- not violent whatsoever towards his crush. the furthest he’ll want to go is a well-placed sleeping draught

- won’t see any need to isolate the one he loves unless the people around them try to clue them into what he’s really doing. in that case, it’s just a few more hoops he’ll need to jump through in order to convince his love that the only one they need is him

- he’s got his siblings to think about, so todd absolutely cannot afford any trouble, so it’s a long, slow road with this one in which his loved one won’t be able to tell the exact moment they fell into his trap

- have you heard the one about the frog in a boiling pot of water?

Cadoc:

- yeah i probably don’t need to explain this one but uhhhh he’s the fucking worst

- possessive, and sadistic type all rolled into one

- this dude’s got a serious complex about being unloved so these types of feelings probably hit him like a truck. like, maybe it was a little thing that his darling said that he found charming, or it was the realization that, huh, he doesn’t find them as annoying as everyone else

- oh god he’s feeling things. they made him feel things

-...well, they’ll just have to take accountability for that, then. he seriously hates it when one thing doesn’t lead to what the next logical conclusion is in his mind. 100% begins planning on kidnapping his darling the moment he realizes his feelings

- doesn’t actually care about the feelings of his crush. they’re his, period. to have and to hold and to harm. honestly he likes it when they cry and despair, and he probably delights in hurting them too, so punishments are a thing. although, he still loves them, so he’ll comfort them too if they ask nicely.

- easy to anger, slow to forgive, and yet is still weak to flattery

- you’d think that it’d be easy to fight him, what with how frail he is--and that would be a terrible mistake to make. offensive magic isn’t his best class for nothing, and honestly, his magic in general isn’t anything to sneeze at either. factor in his unique magic and he doesn’t need to be the one doing his dirty work. and then, when they’re right where he wants them, he’ll happily show his love just how stupid fighting him is

- one day he’ll hurt them and laugh while they cry, and the next he’ll just hold them close. very unpredictable. he’s an awful awful man that delights in the pain of the one he loves, but he does still love them (or believes he does) and so as long as they’re by his side he’s content

Von:

- hey who dropped this cinnamon roll in the dirt?

- clingy and delusional type. he loves them! he loves them soooooo much! so they must love him just as much, right? 

- honestly the safest one on this list, if the most annoying. he won’t do anything to harm the one he loves. that includes drugging them

- he just wants to be by their side, and he wants to be there all the time!! what do you mean he’s smothering them? aren’t couples supposed to spend time together? :0 it’s okay that they haven’t told them that they love him yet! they’re probably just shy. he knows that they love him, too :)

- honest to god believes that he and the one he loves are soulmates and that they’re going to get married one day, and he’ll flip from being the quirky but cute friend to lovesick puppy by the next day when he realizes he’s in love

- if they manage to break his delusions, even for a moment....get ready for the waterworks. but! he’s back to his usual self if they show even a breath of concern for him

- will make an absolute nuisance of himself for anyone who tries to get in the way of his love. he can be a crafty little man when he needs to

- will go to then ends of the earth for the one he loves, although that’s always true for von, yandere or not

Vladimir:

- stalker type at first that devolves into an obsessive and possessive type

- compared to him, most of the people he meets are mere babes. he’ll outlive 90% of the students at NRC, and on top of that, he’s used to being thought of as unapproachable

- so in the beginning he just...watches. that’s it. he believes that his feelings will fade with time, and that’s the one of the things he has in spades, so he’s perfectly fine with admiring the one he loves from afar

- ...that quickly changes if another suitor or significant other enters the scene. that’s because he hasn’t 100% grasped his own feelings for his crush until the idea that they could be taken away from him enters the scene

- tbh the whole thing is worse if they’re human, because there will likely never be a point at which he treats them fully like an equal. it just adds a layer of insult to the fact that there’s nothing they can do to oppose him when he comes for them--and he will. homeboy is strong, both in body and magic, and he’s fully capable of whisking them away like he intends. not to mention, but he’s got political power, too. if by some means they manage to escape him, it’s only a matter of time before they’re dragged back by him or someone underneath him. and again, if they’re human, he’ll tell them it’s for their own good

- they’ll live in a gilded cage. he can provide them with anything they need, except their freedom. and he has all the time in the world to wait until they tire themselves out and give into him. and he wants them to give in. the one thing he wants more than anything else is for them to love him back

- vlad has a very good idea of just how fragile his little love is, and he doesn’t wish to hurt or scare them. even still, punishments are a thing. but he won’t lay a hand on them. instead it’ll be things like taking away certain freedoms, or even keeping them isolated in a room for days until they’re ready to behave

- all in all 3/10 horrible experience but at least the food is good