#like CURSED and sad about it..... UNTIL he meets luffy but STILL.... god what a life

[hauntingblue]

de la tula

[luxwritings]

Okay so I sent in the request about their s/o getting hurt, sorry for being unspecific 😅. Could it be monster trio accidentally saying something that hurts their fem s/o then they realise that she’s ignoring them or they like catch her crying. Angsty to fluffy by the end if possible. Ty and sorry again x

No need to apologize! If I didn’t get clarification I would’ve wrote it as physically hurt. I’m really glad you sent another request because now I know I could write it the way you actually wanted me to:D

Monster trio saying something that hurts their s/o

Reader: fem

Zoro

Zoro would probably say something to you as a joke but comes off as serious, since sometimes its really hard to read his tone. An instance comes where he makes fun of you the exact way he does for Sanji and you are absolutely not having it. Your day was already not going well since you were already insecure about some stuff, and because of that you took Zoro’s messing with you as malicious intent. But, can you be blamed? It’s hard to tell, and was rude in the first place.

Pissed from his comments, you started to distance yourself a bit since it kind of bothered you that he didn’t really notice the weight of his words. Tired from the stressful day, you go into the birds nest for some time to yourself, not even noticing the tears that carelessly streamed down your face.

Zoros return to the nest startles you, and you quickly wipe your tears before he can say anything that could hurt your feelings anymore. He has a slightly tired look on his face, as always, but a bit more sincerity in his eyes.

“Were you crying?” he asks in a bit of a soft voice

You let out a bit of a soft sob “No.” You cover a bit of your face with your sleeve, lowkey accepting the fact that it’s hard to cover up crying so abruptly.

He took a seat next to your on the floor, staying silent for a little bit before trying to figure out what to say to you to make the tension relieve a bit. Zoro wasn’t visibly nervous, but he definitely was internally freaking out.

“Did you have a bad day?” he asks, in an even softer tone than before. You glance at him and nod in response.

“I didn’t like what you said.”

He responds almost instantly, “I know, I’m sorry.”

A pause of silence fills the room again until he continues, “I should’ve known better. Do you forgive me?”

It’s hard to bite back a smile when he talks to you like that. Sometimes you’re convinced that your boyfriend is seriously an airhead.

“Why would I forgive you so fast?” you ask, the last part of the sentence almost breaking into a laugh the moment you saw his neck hung down, seeming to be asleep. ‘That’s a good way to get out of confrontation, I guess’ you think to yourself.

You’re still a bit hurt, and you decided you’ll talk about it more the day after when things have relieved a bit. For now though, you cuddle up to Zoro on the birds nest floor and fall asleep with him. What an adorable idiot

Sanji

It would be so unintentional, oh my god. If it had to be something hurtful, in this case it would be more.. jealously based. After you began dating, Sanji doesn’t really pay as much attention as he used to to other women, yet particularly today, he was on your nerves. He compared you to another girl, putting you down in the process.

Sanji gets distracted quite easily, so he didn’t really see your reaction when he said it. You were thankful for that, and decided to storm off to your shared room where you can let out your feelings and cry

The tears felt like they were flowing endlessly, your head was so buried in your knees that Sanji’s sudden gentle touch on the top of your head startled you. You must’ve been so caught up in your sobbing that you didnt hear him come inside. You slowly bring your head up to meet his face above you, face flushed from crying.

His face is filled with so much concern and sadness when he looks at you, that he cant help but to kneel down next to you and bring you into a tight hug. You didn’t protest, deciding that he was probably really sorry and didn’t fully understand what he said meant to you.  Unlike Zoro or Luffy, Sanji realizes what he did wrong the second he sees your reaction.

“I can never forgive myself for making you cry, [Name]-chwan. I’m so sorry”

You sob more into his shoulder, “Sanjiiiii” you drag out, and mumble “I hate you”

“I love you, darling” 

A short moment of silent passes, “Did you mean it?”, you mutter, face still buried in his shoulder that still faintly smelled like cigarettes and cologne

“What I said? No! Of course not! I would never even think for a second that there’s a girl as amazing as you, [Name]-chwan”

You hum in response, deciding to hug him tighter. You’d let it slide this time.

Luffy

We all know Luffy has a tendency to be blunt, and you let it pass of course since it’s apart of him. Though, a time comes around where Luffy is so caught up in other things like helping nakamas, fighting, trying to become the pirate king that it feels like you’re totally being neglected for days. You understand hes busy, hes a captain with a high bounty after all. So, to spend easy time with him you offer to help him in some way, whether its fighting or just being by his side with whatever hes doing

For whatever reason, Luffy does not respond nicely to this, but doesn’t even realize the bluntness of it. Before you could even say anything back, hes already launching himself to go ask Sanji for food. You sigh in response and try to take it lightly. You knew Luffy’s nature to act this way but it was hard to not be hurt by his words nonetheless.

Your tears seem to flow without your permission, and you didn’t even notice you were crying until you heard Nami shuffle behind you, asking whats wrong. When you explained to her, she insisted that you confront Luffy nonetheless, even though you were almost sure there was no point to doing so.

You didn’t even have time to collect yourself before Luffy found you, your cheeks and eyes still puffy from your previous crying session. As he was about to speak, Nami slowly walked away to give you two alone time to talk.

“What’s wrong, [Name]? Why are you crying? Want me to make a funny face?” 

Before you can even answer he’s stretching and pulling his face like crazy, putting it into knots, twisting it, and such. Oh, you’re mad at him but you definitely can’t resist smiling when he does those stupid things. Curse that rubber human

You collect yourself and finally speak, “Luffy. You said something today that was rude. That’s why I’m crying.”

“What? What did I say? When?!”, and you of course try to explain where and when in simple terms so he would remember

He laughs a bit as a reaction before continuing, “I didn’t mean it like that, [Name]! You’re super strong and cool, you can always help me out during adventures. That’s why you’re on the crew, right?”

You happily nod in response. “So we can hang out more now, right?” you ask, trying for some reassurance

“Of course!”

[deathlikesdeep-dish]

“You’re Making Me Wet” (Zoro x Female Reader)

JUST UNDER THE WIRE BUT I FINISHED FOR BAE’S BIRTHDAY. It was not probably my best move to try and start and finish something in an evening, but here we are. A bit rushed, but I hope y’all enjoy this lil fic! I’ve been meaning to write this for a while, (specifically for the One Piece of Summer event) and haven’t gotten around to it. Inspired by the “We Can!” opening where the crew has a water gun fight, and sexy flirtation ensues. 

WARNINGS: cussing as usual, heavy suggestion but no smut! 

Zoro x Female Reader

Word Count: 1960

It was a particularly hot day aboard the Sunny, and the crew was beginning to get a little stir crazy. It would be days, according to Nami, before you all would arrive at the next island, and Luffy’s heavy, bored sigh every ten minutes after he’d ask how much longerrrr was beginning to wear on the entire crew. 

“Goddamn it, Luffy, if I hear you ask that question one more damn time, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind,” Zoro growls from his usual spot.

“Not like there’s much there to lose,” Sanji mumbles under his breath as he walks back to the kitchen, to the great amusement of both Chopper and Usopp, though their laughter is cut short by Zoro’s sharp gaze. 

“Shut up, cook,” Zoro ground out. 

You giggle quietly, but don’t say anything.

“Boys,” Nami rolls her eyes from next to you. You, Nami and Robin are all lounging in the shade on the deck. 

You look over at Zoro, who has uncharacteristically chosen to shed his usual gear in lieu of swim trunks and a simple white t-shirt. Though this is not out of place, as the entire crew had donned their swim gear after the third straight day of heat, it is still jarring to see the swordsman out of his normal attire. It left much less to the imagination, and made it difficult to concentrate. His brow is still furrowed in annoyance towards Sanji, his lips a thin, tight line. He doesn’t notice that you are staring, which you are grateful for. You are also grateful that both Robin and Nami seem content to occupy themselves with idle chatter. They have been giving you a hard time recently about your sometimes unabashed attraction to the greenette. 

You can see the slight sheen of sweat forming on Zoro’s tanned forearms and at the nape of his neck and as he tilts his head back, your gaze follows the sharp line of his jaw. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, clearly attempting to calm himself down and you can see his facial features beginning to relax. How is it fair for someone to be this attractive, you think bitterly. 

Abruptly, as if Zoro felt your gaze, his eyes open and the flash to yours. They are vigilant at first, cautious, but soften when he realizes that it is you, and not some enemy, that is looking at him. You realize, stupidly, that he has trained his Haki to notice any sort of energies directed towards him, and you could kick yourself for being so careless. 

He smirks a bit, but otherwise does nothing. You flush brightly and look away, turning to ask Nami a question but you find that she is no longer in her spot.

“Hey, where’d Nami go?” You ask Robin.

“I think she went to talk to Luffy about something,” Robin replies vaguely. 

“Oh,” You say, looking around. Luffy, too, has vanished from his normal spot atop the figurehead. 

“Come to think of it,” You say a little more loudly, attracting the attention of the other crew members nearby. “Isn’t a little too quiet?” 

“Huh, you’re right, y/n,” Chopper says. “It is really quiet...” 

Before you can utter another word, you hear the loud yell of your captain from the helm. “Gum-gum….WATER GUN FIGHT.” He leaps onto the deck with a cackle and begins rapidly firing a water gun at Usopp and Chopper.

“Hell yeah! Talk about a super soaker!” Frank yells out, his Franky water cannons emerging from his shoulder pauldrons, primed and ready to go. 

Nami yells out to you and Robin. “Robin, Y/n!” You both look up and see her toss a similar water weapon to each of you with a mischievous grin. You catch it with a loud laugh. 

“Oh, you idiots don’t even know what’s about to happen,” You say evilly, launching up from your chair. 

“Oh yeah?” Usopp challenges, and the battle ensues. Since you joined the Strawhats with Franky in Water 7, you have been through many battles with your nakama. And in some of these, you recall with unpleasantness, you weren’t sure if the crew was going to make it out all in one piece. So, it is with great pleasure that you engage in this battle, one where the only stakes of the loss are cleaning up Sanji’s dinner or helping Chopper get a mat out of his coat. You, along with Robin and Nami, are in immediate opposition to Franky, Chopper, and Usopp. Your captain is, of course, trying to take all of you on at once. 

Sanji is still in the kitchen, probably preparing some sort of fruity drink for the ladies, and Zoro is to the side, being an overall dolt and spoil-sport. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the side of the ship as he curls a dumbbell. 

“Nami, my sweet!” Sanji calls out, busting through the door with a tray of drinks, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding. 

“FRANKY SUPER CANNON,” Franky yells, firing a jet of water directly into Luffy. The blast is so powerful, that the Luffy is launched into Sanji, who is then launched into the marimo as he sits with his weights. The three of them are also immediately drenched with water from Franky’s cannon.

“Hey, what the hell!” Zoro barks out, standing up with a menacing glare.

“Stop getting in the way, moss-head! You knocked down my drinks for the lovely ladies!” Sanji replies with equal rage. 

“Why you….” Zoro replies. “Give me a fucking water gun. I’m gonna kick this cook’s ass.” 

“Ha! Not a chance, you couldn’t even touch me, cretin,” Sanji says. 

Luffy is cackling as Franky tosses two more water guns to Zoro and Sanji respectively. 

“Don’t wreck my ship!” Frank yells out with a laugh, as Zoro and Sanji are brought into the fight. The battle continues for a while longer, Zoro wanting desperately to use his swords (aiming a gun was not exactly his strong suit) and Sanji not wanting to use his delicate chef hands too vigorously (my hands are only for cooking and women, he’d say). Zoro, turning his attention away from Sanji, who is being attacked by Luffy and Robin, looks around to find you. You’ve been hiding from him intentionally, knowing that he would show you no mercy. 

“Oh, y/n…” Zoro calls. “Where have you been hiding? Don’t think I’ll let you get away scot-free.” 

Hearing his voice, low and taunting, throws an unexpected pang of desire down your spine. You bite your lip in an effort to remain silent. You know that you hiding is pointless. He could find you in a second with his Haki. He’s teasing you intentionally. Does he know how desperately aroused that this is making you? 

“Got ya,” You hear in your ear from behind you. You jump at the sudden closeness of his voice and yelp a bit. 

“Ugh, Zoro,” You complain, hoping he doesn’t notice how breathless you are. “You’re such an ass,” You turn towards him and meet his gaze. He is much closer than you thought, so when you turn around and look up, your noses nearly touch. He makes no moves to back off, challenging you. You take a step backwards, cursing in your mind, and rip your gaze from his. This is a mistake. Your eyes settle on his torso. The white t-shirt he has been wearing is all but translucent now, soaked with water from the fight. The fabric clings to each line of his chest and abdomen, and even though you’ve seen him shirtless many times before this, there’s something particularly erotic about him being fully clothed and yet so exposed. 

Your lips are parted as you let out a shuddering breath. You take a step back, trying to regain composure, only to find your back against the side of the ship. He is very close. And you have nowhere to go. “Uh,” You stutter. You look up at his face again, which was yet another mistake. You are now close enough to trace the lines of his face with your eyes. You notice, for the first time, how ragged the scar over his left eye actually was. You feel a tinge of sadness, wondering for a long moment how it happened, and hating the thought of him suffering. 

That thought quickly leaves your mind, as he reaches to place a hand on either side of your head, leaning in. “What the problem, y/n?” He teases.

Since when has the socially awkward first mate become so incredibly seductive?! 

“Zoro,” You start, droplets of water from his hair and his arms dripping onto your skin. “You’re making me wet.” You finish without thinking. 

His grin widens and you don’t realize why until you remember the words that had just come out of your mouth. You flush bright red and you bury your hands in your face immediately. 

“Oh my God,” Your words are muffled by your hands. Oh my God, please just fucking kill me now.  

After a moment, you feel warm fingers wrap around your wrists, to pull your hands to the side. You try to ignore the tingling sensation emanating from his touch. 

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to make you wet,” He says slyly. “Let me fix that,” he finishes before stepping back to strip off his shirt. The two of you are far enough away from the rest of the crew to feel particularly vulnerable. Though you know, of course, that Zoro poses no threat to you, you are beginning to feel like your dignity may end up being threatened if you’re not able to get your shit together. 

“Zoro, what are you doing?” You ask in a near whisper.

“Y/n,” He breathes. “You must know that I can sense you.” He looks you directly in the eye, his dark gaze penetrating. “I know your energy. I know when you’re near.” 

You are disarmed, unable to look away. “I’ve trained myself to know. Because I need to know that you’re safe.” You are taken aback, not expecting to hear something so sentimental come out of the swordsman’s mouth. 

“I know when you’re looking at me. I know when you stare. I can sense your heart racing right now,” He continues, leaning in so that his lips barely brush yours. 

“I can sense that you want me in the same way that I want you,” He says finally. 

Wait, what? You think, your mind hazy. He had never once given you any indication that he felt this way. “What did you just say?” You ask.

“I said that I want you.” He replies simply. 

You don’t know what to say. You’d never even allowed yourself to consider the possibility that Zoro may feel something like this for you. 

“You don’t have to answer right now,” He reassures you. “And there’s no rush. I want you to feel comfortable, y/n.” 

Your heart is warmed by the gesture and you are grateful that you are going to be able to have some time to process this information. Nami and Robin are going to lose their shit, you think.

“But y/n,” Zoro says, the same sly tone back in his voice as leans down to your ear. “If I catch you staring at me while I’m shirtless again,” He gently tugs your earlobe between his teeth. You gasp, nearly collapsing. “I make no promises to go slow.” His lips trail to the hollow beneath your ear, and you brace your hands against the wall of the ship. 

“I may be honorable,” He whispers. “But I am a pirate.”

[madlymiho]

Hi Miho! Requests are open! I was wondering if you could do a scenario with Law where his girlfriend keeps trying to tell him she’s pregnant to him but they keep getting interrupted by the crew and stuff, and she gets down (like angsty) about the situation, and with a fluffy or nsfw ending (whichever you want). You’re an angel!

Ooooh hello there! My god this is soooo sooo sweet? I loved to write about this!

I choose to go for a fluffy ending on this one! Thanks for this awesome ask 💖

Words : 2286

Law scenario : We’re having a baby, Law. (read after the cut)

“Law, we’re having a baby.” 

The words are easy. Nothing really fantastic or difficult to say, when we simply think about the sentence. A simple formation of words, which have the power to shatter someone’s world forever. Her pregnancy wasn’t planned. She does want to have children one day, that’s a certitude for her. She wants to see these small little nippers of her running everywhere around the house, while she feels safe and sound, somewhere in this world where there’s no more worries and sorrows. She wants to have them when she would be able to stay home everyday, without fearing the day that she might get chased because she’s a pirate, and that their father is nothing but one member of the Worst Generation. But things are what they are, and at the moment, she can only fondle the tiny roundness of her tummy, hoping that she would find the right words to tell Law that he’s going to be a father, in the middle of a war between the Yonkos and some filthy pirates. 

***

“Name-ya, come in.” Law calls, while he looks up from his medical books, slightly concerned by the look on her face. “Is there something wrong?” 

For a past few days, she seems different. Her habits remain the same, but she desperately tries to catch his attention, and despite his best efforts, Law feels like he can’t provide what she needs. He extends his hand to invite her to come in, a soft and shy smile growing at the corner of his lips. For a moment, she remains still, unable to make a step forwards. She fondles her arm, as if there’s something heavy that she wants to spit, but as soon as she meets his serious gaze, she flinches and suddenly comes closer, remembering that he’s still waiting on his chair. She silently sits on his lap, like she always do whenever he has a couple of minutes to give her, before he gently reminds her that he has some work to finish. As usual, Law circles her waist to hold her tight, his other one writing a few notes on his book. She pinches her lips, looking at his face, a thousand of words boiling inside her brain, but none of them capable of crossing the natural barrier of her mouth. Law feels the look on him, and since he knows that she must crave his attention, he puts his pen down on the table and turns his head. 

“Sleep troubles?” He tries, his mouth putting a tender kiss at the corner of her lips. “I can give you something if you want.” 

She shakes her head, her fingers softly scratching his goatee with some unconscious gestures. 

“No, no it’s fine,” she answers with a soft smile, looking for her words almost desperately. Is it the good moment? “I’m all good.” 

Law frowns, knowing perfectly that something bothers her, despite her false reassuring smile. He’s about to ask her what’s the matter, but they are suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. Law sighs, his eyes apologizing for him as she already knows that he’s about to be busy once again. For a moment, she stays put, offering him a sad smile, before she kisses his lips and stands back up. 

“I’ll head to bed. Try not to overwork, captain.” 

He smiles and nods, yet, he can perfectly picture the despair inside her irises. He wishes that he has time to catch her and have that talk together ; so he promises himself that he’d have a word with her in the morning. 

***

But it didn’t happen. The knock on that door wasn’t something really pleasant, first for him, but even more for her. Law had to be absent for a while, almost an entire month, knowing perfectly that his girlfriend was dealing with something concerning. He couldn’t be there, and he felt pretty anxious about it, anticipating his return on the sub with a boiling mind full of fears. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with her, and since he didn’t have time to figure out, he’s sure that she let herself being eaten by those unpleasant feelings. 

As soon as Law is back on the sub, he quickly greets his crewmates and rushes to her room, ignoring the pouting face of Bepo, who wanted to share a longer moment with him. Yet Law is too preoccupied, and he quickly wants to check if she’s alright, hoping that her state went better, even if he was away. He knows that she must be in there, probably asleep at that time of the night. He’s about to open the door, but for a moment, he simply doesn’t know what to do. He’s slightly afraid of her condition, and his instincts yell at him that she’s not okay, even if it’s irrational to think this way. He has been away for too long, and he can’t help but curse himself before he eventually finds the courage to open the door. 

“Name-ya?” Law gently calls, quickly coming in before anyone would suddenly ask for his assistance on the ship. “You’re okay?” 

Law furrowed his eyebrows and drops his sword on her desk, skirting the bed to sit near her belly. She’s asleep, her hair lazily plastered on the pillow, curled up inside the sheets, while her breathing is calm and profund. He pinches his lips together, remaining still for a second, unable to figure out if it’s better to wake her up right now or to simply wait a bit more, to let her have some rest. She seems at ease right now, but even though, he can perfectly picture the remains of a deep and unbearable tiredness of her features. Dark circles under her eyes, a slightly greyer complexion, nothing truly alarming but quite different from her usual lovely and natural radiance. Law feels that terrible feeling of guilt bubbling inside his belly, and wrenching his stomach harshly. He doesn’t want to leave her side, now that he’s finally back. Quickly, he takes off his boots, throwing them somewhere in the room as he also abandons his shirt on the floor. He pushes his hips a bit more on the bed, leaning down to put a gentle kiss at the corner of her mouth. 

“Name-ya…,” Law whispers, wishing that she’s not too deeply asleep to hear his call. 

She groans for a second, grimacing as she’s leaving her world of dreams and wanders. She softly blinks, then, as she feels a presence by her side, she eventually entirely opens her eyes, a relieved smile growing at the corner of her lips.

“You’re back,” she mumbles, moving aside to give him some room. “I was worried that it would take longer since you were running after Luffy,” 

Law smirks, then he pulls on the sheets to slide himself against her back. He hums, his mouth gently kissing her neck, while he circles her waist. He missed her. The sweet aroma of her shower gel, and the softness of her hair. The way she immediately ups her hips to perfectly enjoy their spooning moment. Law is reassured that these reflexes are still present between the two of them, and since he’s in her room right now, he’s pretty sure that none of the crewmates would dare to interrupt them. He gently slides his fingers between her boobs, cupping one of them carefully, not in an entire sexual way, but simply because he has always enjoyed her body very much, and feels he can use some cuddle times at the moment ; and if it leads to something steamy, then it’s for the best. However, he immediately frowns as he caresses her, feeling that they are slightly bigger than usual. He feels that she’s not even breathing anymore, not that she’s aroused and wishes him to touch her more, but because she’s anticipating something. 

“What’s wrong, Name-ya?” Law asks, trying his best to keep a neutral and encouraging voice. “I can… stop this, if you don’t want it. Do you feel sick, or something?” 

She remains silent for a second, then sighs and rolls on her hips to eventually face him. She grabs his fingers, playing unconsciously with his long digits for a second, before she slides them against her torso, going down and down, until Law eventually skims her belly. Then, she encourages him to press his hand entirely, and after a few seconds, Law finally cups her tummy and immediately notices that there’s something different. It’s rounder than usual, in the lower part, but it’s also slightly harder. He looks back at her face, and as he perfectly pictures her worried face, he gasps and widens his eyes. 

“Law I’m…,” she starts, trying to tell that hurtful secret she’s keeping for too long now. “I’m…”

But she closes her eyes, and stops everything. She remembers her deepest fears and why she kept this for herself for many weeks now ; from his terrible and traumatic childhood, to the fact that he’s one of the most wanted man in the world. She thinks about that day when he told her about Corazon, and the way he has grieved for many years, unable to bend with anyone except his crewmates because he’s too afraid to lose someone else. She’s about to tell him that he will have to be always worried about another human being now, taking many risks and unspeakable choices to protect this child. She feels guilty, because she’s adding another problem on Law’s shoulders, and this sorrowful feeling can’t leave her mind. 

“So you’re carrying my child…,” Law murmurs, his voice slightly broken. 

She immediately opens her eyes, staring at his features, concerned by his reaction, shocked to notice that improbable gleam of happiness plastered on his face. There’s also this radiance inside his irises, and now that she’s looking at him, she’s almost sure that Law is about to cry. He presses his hand against her belly, fondling the soft skin.

“Law… I’m so sorry. I know that’s it’s not the good moment. I know that you don’t want that child, and I should have been more careful. Please, will you ever find the strength to forgi-”

Law catches her nape, and vividly crashes his lips on hers before she finishes her sentence. He kisses her strongly, mouth open, hoping that she would understand it’s time for her to forgive herself first. He knows what a child implies ; but he also knows what are his feelings. He has never been in love before, and this girl has shattered his life for good, to the point that his past beliefs were forgotten, and his future much brighter than what he has ever hoped for. A child is clearly dangerous, and perhaps reckless in a world where the pirates are everyday chased by the marines, or vicious enemies. Yet, he craves that family, much more than he would thought. He cherishes everyday, the sweet memories of his childhood, yes not always pink and easy, but full of persons who have truly loved him. From Corazon, to his parents, his sisters, the nuns of the White City. Law remembers that he has once be loved, and even if he’s harsh, distant, and cold ; he’s still able to return this particular feeling. First towards her, and then, to that unborn child who’s about to change their lives. He’s still able to hope for a legacy, especially when she’s the one who carries the fruit of their deep passion. 

“Stop talking, would you?” Law whispers, parting his lips as he can’t erase his smile. “It’s not a curse.” 

“Law you don’t want to have a baby.” 

He sighs, and shakes his head, his fingers brushing her worried and sorry features with an everlasting tenderness. His skims her lips with his thumb, his eyes digging inside of hers.

“You’re not in my head, Name-ya. I know what it implies… I know that I will have to make a lots of efforts to become a good father. But this is not a curse.” 

She pinches her lips together, trembling inside his arms as she’s melting under his touch. His timid but present smile still grows, and he gently pushes on her back to hold her in his arms. He presses his lips on her forehead, encouraging her silently to let everything go. She digs her fingers inside his flesh, her nose finding its way to the crook of his neck, tears rolling down her cheeks, finally understanding that she’s more than alright inside Law’s arms. He’s not mad at her. He’s actually more than cheerful. Gently, Law rubs his fingers on her swollen tummy, his heart racing fastly inside his chest, thrilled but also terrified at the same time. Yet, he brushes this idea out of his brain, focusing on her quivering body and the fact that she’s still crying. He can’t let her be this way anymore. 

He pushes on her hips, ordering her to turn around, until he can comfortably spoon her, holding her tightly inside his arms until she starts to calm herself down. He intertwined his fingers with her, his hand still fondling the roundness of her tummy, almost like an urge he can’t control, as if everything is still a dream. He kisses her neck, leaving thousand of little smooshes all the way down her collarbone, until she bursts into a genuine laugh, his goatee tickling her sensitive spot. She eventually pushes her hips backwards, sighing loudly, as she melts under his sweet touch and feels reassured. As Law’s mouth comes up against her ear, he softly pulls on her earlobe with his teeth, to eventually whisper : 

“I love you so much, Name-ya.” 

[just-kessho]

Unrequited [2/5]

Unrequited: [1] [Here] [3] [4] [5] [Epilogue]

It seemed like humans pissed of God in more than one way.

Why?

Because they fucking cursed the humans.

First, if your love isn’t reciprocated, you would cough up flowers, painful but beautiful nonetheless. Secondly, if you continue, they would clog up your lungs and you will suffocate. Until death opened his arms and invited you to hug him of course.

And you can remove it all... the pain, the sorrow, the envy, the butterflies, the love with a single operation.

There were instances when, unable to cope with the pain, one sought medial help, thus removing all traced of flowers from their lungs, escaping from the emotion altogether.

And they mean “altogether”, as after the operation, you could never love again. True, you will still cry and laugh, however, everyone in history who underwent the operation claimed to never feel that bashful feeling of being in love again.

Zoro used to stay uncharacteristically quiet when that topic was ever brought up. And as Robin accidentally found a photo of a short haired girl which dropped out from the man’s wallet, the truth had to be brought out.

Of course, Luffy practically talked Zoro’s ears off before the latter gave in.

It turns out that the captain of the Kendo Club did suffer from Hanahaki Disease. What a surprising turn of events. He used to cough up daisies before they turned to hyacinths.

After his childhood friend, Kuina was her name, showed no interest in him, he began resenting the small flowers which were brought out everytime he coughed.

After she departed, both the blossom and colour changed. They were no longer an innocent white, but a royal purple, and changed to hyacinths.

They all stopped after the operation.

Heh, God must have thought that humans are such pitiful creatures. After all, the common man would sell his very soul just to get a glimpse of Heaven. Hmph, they probably wouldn’t even care. Get high on pills and strange crystals. Get drunk on blood wine. Such fragile creatures are the humans, why still pursue such sinful activities when you are accelerating towards Death?

… Why still love when you could die from it?

Why not get an operation?

What was there to loose? When the battle has already been lost before it has begun?

Your inner monologue was rudely interrupted by another coughing fit. As usual, various red pedals, soft as ever, cascaded down, landing in a small pile of sorrowful rose coloured just in front of your thighs.

After several moments where the only sound was the painful heaving coming from your mouth, you decided to do something about the pedals. Within the next few minutes, you had thrown out all evidence.

You heaved a heavy sigh and collapsed on your bed, arms spread out taking as much (unnecessary) space as possible.

Lying on your back, you debated on what to do. In the end, you unlocked your phone and stared up at the screen, which illuminated your surroundings in the darkness.

Phone Luffy and be talked your ear off?

Phone Nami and listen to her rant about money?

Phone Usopp and having to endure (not that you hated them) love stories?

Phone Zoro only for the Moss-head to hang up five seconds later?

Phone Sanji? Ha ha. Very funny.

Phone Chopper? That’s something new.

Phone Robin and be scared of the dark?

Phone Franky and become deaf?

Phone Brook?

… Maybe next time.

As the oily green turned into a golden yellow, the season of harvest descended on the largest island on the Grand Line. The island where the famous Grand Line University is home to.

True, there are smaller islands surrounding the “main” one (including the luxurious floating restaurant – Baratie), and pupils from not only the Grand Line but all four seas flocked to the university like pirates to a treasure.

And it was here that you made such loyal friends… and fell in love.

Only for your heart to be ripped out mercilessly.

You chuckled dryly at the cliché thought your coffee-intoxicated brain created. As cheesy as if sounds, you really felt as if your heart has been ruthlessly cut open, only for the blood to drain out slowly.

… Okay, how you’re just making yourself sad.

“Oh, [Name]-chin, how are you?”

“… Absolutely fine Keimi!” You tried to be cheerful, you really did, however, as soon as your mermaid friend’s happy voice reached your ears, you couldn’t help but be a tad bit envious of her carefree attitude.

Life was much, much easier several months back…

You two chatted about pointless things, ranging from Pappug and her friend Hatchan to her melodramatic shock at your disgust at a certain type of food.

“Hey Keimi…”

“Yes, [Name]-chin?”

“… What do you do… when someone you know has Hanahaki Disease…?”

A short silence, then-

“EHHHHH?! YOUR FRIEND HAS THAT FATAL DISEASE???!!!”

Ah, typical Keimi.

“Shhh, Keimi!” You put a finger to your lips unconsciously, mentally scolding yourself at the fact that she could not see you, “You’ll wake everybody in the Grand Line!”

“Sorry, sorry!” You could almost see her sheepish smile.

“But yeah, someone I know, and you know as well, has got Hanahaki Disease… hey, as a uh, friend, I’m asking for her sake… what should that person do?”

“[Name]-chin, why do you ask such impossibly hard questions?”

“Because I’m [Name] [Surname], the Impossible Girl.”

“Oooooh, nice Doctor Who reference!” Her tone then dropped, now sounding sincere and serious, “But… I really cannot answer that. Their life, after all, only answers to them, and them alone. So… well, if they wanted to carry the operation, then I whole heartedly support them, and if they do not, then that’s fine too! … But, I do wonder, if their happiness mean that little to them…”

“… Keimi, when did you turn into Robin?”

The other laughed, and said that coincidentally, she did meet up with Robin several hours prior.

“… Thank you Keimi.”

“No problem [Name]-chin, it’s what friends do!”

“Yeah. Good night.”

“Bye [Name]-chin!”

As you pressed the red button, you felt slightly relieved… even though what you said was a white lie, at least you had some sort of idea on what to do.

Turning onto your side, you stared at the digital clock.

The last thing which lingered on your thought was that nothing, nothing could possibly stand between Sanji and his happiness.

Not even you.

So, you will reserve yourself to the shadows, securely placing a laughing mask when the two would inevitable walk down the aisle.

Once again, you thought that nothing could come between Sanji and Nami.

… How naive you were.

Because his biological family just wouldn’t give up on their son that easily.

Resulting in…

Pudding waltzing into everybody life.

And then that arranged marriage caught everybody off guard.

Flower meanings:

Daisy (innocence, hope)

Purple hyacinth (sorrow, forgiveness, regret)