#one piece fanfiction

[inseobts]

Kidd, luffy and law x reader (love triangle) please 😽😻

Run wild and free

luffy x reader + law x reader + kid x reader

a/n: bestie that’s not a love triangle, that’s a love quadrangle lmao. jokes apart, I ended up making it a bit too platonic and about you joining their crew, but I hope you’ll like it anyway.

reader’s powers: inspired by solo leveling

tags: post-wano, strong!reader, slow burn, tension

words count: 3.5k

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The war for Wano is over.

Kaido has fallen. Orochi is dead. The Beasts Pirates have been crushed.

And yet, despite the celebrations, the laughter, and the cries of victory in the Flower Capital, you stand apart alone, as you’re used to.

The battlefield still writhes with shadows. Black, eerie figures kneel at your feet, remnants of those you’ve slain, now bound to your will.

Your power grants you dominion over the dead. Every opponent you cut down becomes yours, their shadows shackled to you in eternal servitude.

Some call you a monster. Others call you a deity of war. Either way, they fear you.

And that’s why the three most dangerous men alive are now fighting over you.

“Oi! There you are!”

Luffy’s voice rings across the ruined battlefield, his footsteps loud as he runs up to you. His grin is as bright as ever, completely unaffected by the haunting army of shadows still lurking behind you.

“That was so cool!” he says, eyes practically sparkling “You should totally join my crew!”

You blink “What?”

“You’re strong! And awesome! And you’d love the Sunny!” Luffy laughs “I bet you and Zoro would get along!”

You tilt your head. He’s serious.

Before you can answer...

“Tch. Move it, Straw Hat.”

Boots stomp onto the cracked ground. Kid.

His crimson eyes burn with something like admiration but it’s buried beneath his usual arrogance.

“You’re not actually considering that dumbass, are you?” He folds his arms, metal arm gleaming under the moonlight “You belong with a real crew… mine.”

You smirk “You mean a ship full of lunatics?”

Kid’s grin widens “Exactly, you’re obviously one of us.”

Before you can respond—

“You two never shut up.”

The voice is calm, sharp. Surgical.

Law steps forward, hands in his coat pockets, golden eyes locked onto you. Unlike the others, he doesn’t demand or taunt.

He simply says “You’re not looking for chaos. You’re not looking for a crew of idiots fighting over scraps. You’re looking for something bigger.” His gaze sharpens “Join me, and I’ll give you exactly that.”

The air tightens. The unspoken challenge crackles like thunder.

Luffy’s grin never fades “I’m not losing to either of you.”

Kid scoffs “Like hell you aren’t.”

Law just smirks “We’ll see.”

You exhale. They’re serious.

Three captains. Three paths.

You sigh, crossing your arms as you watch Luffy, Kid, and Law glare at each other, their presence crackling like lightning in the air.

“You guys do realize,” you deadpan, “that I never said I was joining any of you? You all know I’m a lonely pirate and somehow I already have my crew…”

Luffy ignores you “They’re all shadows… Join my crew, Y/N!” he says, grinning ear to ear “We’re all super strong! And we have a cook who makes the best food ever!”

Kid scoffs “You think food is what’s gonna convince them, Straw Hat?” He turns to you, crimson eyes gleaming “You’re wasted with these idiots. With me, you’d have the strongest crew on the seas. No one could touch us. And admit it, your powers fit us.”

Law sighs, rubbing his temple like he’s already exhausted by both of them “You two are insufferable.” He looks at you, his golden eyes sharp and calculating “You don’t need chaos. You don’t need a circus act. You need something real. Join me, and I’ll give you exactly that.”

You blink at them. They’re serious.

You already knew that Luffy was stubborn as hell, Kid was relentless, and Law was dangerous in the quietest ways, but you didn’t think they’d actually fight over you.

Your silence seems to fuel the fire.

“What can you even offer them, Trafalgar?” Kid sneers, cracking his knuckles “A crew full of weaklings?”

“I have a submarine” Law says coolly.

Luffy pauses “…That’s actually kind of cool. But the Sunny is way cooler! And we have the best musician ever! Do you guys even have music on your ships?”

You exhale through your nose “You guys do realize you’re treating me like a damn prize, right?”

Luffy blinks “Huh?”

Law sighs “That’s not what this is.”

Kid smirks “I mean, it kinda is.”

The ground shakes as your shadows shift, the weight of your power pressing down on the air “You’re acting like I’m just gonna follow one of you like a lost puppy.”

Kid grins “Wouldn’t say no to that.”

Before you can reply, a new voice cuts in.

“Oi! What the hell is going on here? We thought you were killing each other.”

You glance over to see Zoro, Killer, and Bepo approaching, the rest of their respective crews trailing behind them. Nami, Sanji, and Usopp are already watching from a distance, curiosity burning in their eyes. Heat and Wire stand near Killer, arms crossed. Shachi and Penguin exchange glances, whispering to each other.

It’s clear that the entire alliance has noticed the brewing tension.

“What is this, some kind of territory dispute?” Zoro grumbles, adjusting his swords.

“Oh, it’s worse,” Sanji says, lighting a cigarette “They’re fighting over y/n.”

Zoro pauses “Wait, seriously?”

“Seems like” Nami confirms.

Bepo looks at Law, confused “Captain, what’s happening?”

“Nothing” Law says flatly.

Killer sighs “Eustass-ya, this is ridiculous.”

Kid waves him off “Shut up, Killer. I’m working.”

“Working?” You narrow your eyes.

Kid shrugs, smirking “I like collecting powerful things.”

Luffy snorts “Well, I like collecting friends!”

Law rubs his temples again, clearly regretting everything.

Sanji exhales a plume of smoke “Well, well. What an interesting little mess.” as he eyes you with a smirk.

Your shadows ripple violently.

“Absolutely not.”

The temperature seems to drop as your aura expands. Even the wind seems to hold its breath.

The crews tense. They’ve seen you fight. They’ve seen the horrors your power can unleash.

Kid whistles, impressed “Damn. I like that.”

Luffy grins, unfazed “Your powers are so cool!”

Law watches you closely. Too closely. His golden eyes see more than you want him to.

You exhale “I don’t take orders from anyone. Not you. Not the World Government. Not anyone.”

Kid smirks “Then what do you want?”

You hesitate.

Because the truth is that you don’t know.

Luffy steps closer, eyes bright with something honest “You wanna see the world with us?”

Kid leans in, voice dropping into something dangerous “Or do you wanna rule it?”

Law, ever the strategist, doesn’t ask. He just looks at you and says “You’re searching for something. I can help you find it.”

The weight of their offers settles over you like a storm.

And for the first time in a long time you feel something real.

Luffy’s grin softens “You’d be awesome on the Sunny!”

Kid scoffs “Or you could actually be on a ship worthy of your strength.”

Law sighs, tilting his head slightly “You’re both exhausting.” But his eyes flick back to you, and for a second you see something intense.

They’re not letting this go.

“Yeesh, are they flirting or fighting?” Nami mutters.

Usopp stares “I… honestly can’t tell.”

Killer just sighs “Both.”

Heat nudges Wire “Should we start taking bets?”

Sanji exhales, watching you closely “Lucky bastards.”

You ignore them all, looking at the three captains in front of you. You’re not stupid, you know this isn’t just about power anymore.

It’s about you.

Kid steps closer, voice dropping just for you “You’re different.” His crimson eyes glint with something hungry “You’re not scared of me. You’re not scared of anything, are you?”

You smirk “Should I be?”

His grin stretches wider “I’d like to see you try.”

Luffy, still smiling, grabs your wrist. His fingers are warm, rough from battle and adventure, but there’s nothing forceful in the way he holds you. It’s just excited, unfiltered emotion.

“You’d have so much fun with us, y/n!” He leans in, voice almost giddy “I wanna show you the whole world!”

Your heart skips. Just a little.

Then a hand grabs Luffy’s wrist, yanking it off of you.

Law.

His touch is cool, precise, almost possessive. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at Luffy, then at you. There’s something undeniably sharp in his gaze now.

Something dangerous.

“Don’t touch them so casually” he says. His voice is low.

Luffy just tilts his head “Huh? Why not?”

Law doesn’t answer.

Kid watches, then laughs “Holy shit. You’re jealous.”

Law ignores him, eyes still locked on you “This isn’t a game.” His voice is quieter now “Not for me.”

And for once, you don’t know what to say.

The air feels heavier now, not from battle, but from something far more dangerous.

This isn’t just about alliances anymore.

This is a chase.

The weight of their gazes presses in. Too much.

You exhale slowly, rolling your shoulders back. The shadows one by one sink into the ground, vanishing like ink in water, back to where they belong.

The battlefield is quiet.

Kid watches with sharp interest “Tch. Even your Devil Fruit is showy.”

Luffy tilts his head, blinking “Huh? Where’d they go?”

Law doesn’t speak, just watches you with that calculating gaze, as if he’s trying to figure out what you’re thinking.

But you don’t give them the chance.

You turn on your heel and walk away.

Not a word.

Not an explanation.

Just silence.

The festival in the Flower Capital is alive with laughter, music, and sake. People are celebrating, embracing their long-awaited freedom.

The people of Wano don’t know you like they know the others. You’re not a Straw Hat, not a Heart Pirate, not part of Kid’s crew. You’re just a shadow passing through their victory.

It should be freeing.

It isn’t.

You settle against a wooden post near a quieter part of the town, eyes drifting up to the lanterns lighting up the sky. The night is warm, the air thick with the scent of grilled food and spilled alcohol. Somewhere in the distance, you can hear Brook playing music, the faint sound of Luffy laughing, the chaotic voices of pirates and samurai alike.

And yet, you’re alone.

Just how you like it.

…Right?

“You’re hard to find.”

The voice is low, familiar.

You don’t have to turn around to know who it is. Trafalgar Law.

He steps beside you, hands tucked in his coat pockets, golden eyes flicking toward yours. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something different in the way he’s looking at you. Something unspoken.

You don’t acknowledge him right away. Just sip from the drink you swiped earlier.

“You followed me?”

Law doesn’t deny it “You left without saying anything.”

“You guys were annoying me.”

He exhales through his nose, amused “I figured.”

Silence stretches between you, comfortable but heavy. The festival noise hums in the background, but this moment feels separate from all of it.

After a beat, Law speaks again.

“You’re not staying, are you?”

“Would that disappoint you?”

Law’s gaze sharpens, but not with irritation, but something deeper.

“I don’t like wasting my time,” he murmurs “And I don’t chase things I can’t keep.”

Your heartbeat stumbles.

A challenge. A warning. A confession. Maybe all three.

For the first time in a long time, you don’t know what to say, and Law notices.

Your grip tightens around your cup, but you force yourself to keep your expression neutral “That so?”

Law doesn’t answer right away. He just watches you, too closely, as if he’s already mapping out every possible move you could make. Then he tilts his head slightly.

“You don’t run from battles.” His voice is smooth, steady “But you walked away from us.”

You scoff “Don’t tell me you took that personally.”

He exhales through his nose “I don’t take things personally. I just like to understand what I’m dealing with.” His golden eyes flick to yours, sharp, unreadable “And you? You’re an enigma.”

A small smirk tugs at your lips “Flattery, Trafalgar?”

“Observation.”

The weight of his gaze lingers. Heavy. And something about it, about him, unsettles you in a way you don’t want to acknowledge. Because he’s right.

You don’t walk away from fights. You don’t back down from challenges. But something about them, about this whole mess, made you leave.

Before you can respond, a loud, familiar voice cuts through the air.

“There you are!”

Footsteps. Heavy boots against wood.

Kid.

He stomps over, crimson eyes flicking between you and Law, his lip curling “The hell is this?”

You raise a brow “A conversation?”

Kid huffs, rolling his shoulders like he’s shaking off some irritation “Didn’t think you were the type to have quiet conversations.”

Law clicks his tongue “And I didn’t think you were the type to go looking for someone who left without a word.”

Kid’s eyes darken “Tch. You think I give a damn if they left? I just don’t like loose ends.”

But the way his gaze lingers on you says otherwise.

You sigh, rubbing your temple. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid “Why are you two even here?”

Kid folds his arms “Maybe I don’t like being ignored.”

Law hums “Needy.”

“Shut the hell up, Trafalgar.”

You sigh “You’re both ridiculous.”

Kid leans against the post next to you, his smirk sharp “Maybe. But you didn’t answer the question.”

You glance at him “What question?”

He tilts his head, watching you like a predator watching its prey “Are you staying?”

The air between you tightens.

You could lie and tell them exactly what they want to hear, but you don’t answer at all. And this silence is what gets them.

Kid’s smirk twitches, like he doesn’t like not knowing. Law’s fingers flex at his sides, like he wants to dissect every inch of your thoughts.

And just when you think you might finally get some peace a familiar laugh echoes.

Luffy.

He lands in front of you, grinning like he hasn’t just dropped into the middle of something tense.

“Oi, y/n!” His grin stretches wide, his eyes shining “I’ve been looking for you!”

Of course he has. Of course they all have.

Luffy's wide eyes flick between you, Law, and Kid and he doesn’t miss a thing.

“Eh? You guys are here too?”

Kid rolls his eyes “No shit.”

Law sighs, rubbing his temple “Straw Hat-ya, this really isn’t—”

But Luffy’s already stepping into your space. Closer than the others. Closer than anyone should be.

His warm fingers brush against your wrist, tugging lightly but not pulling, not forcing.

“You left before the party started,” he says, pouting “I wanted to drink with you.”

His voice isn’t demanding. It’s something worse... soft.

Unfiltered. Real.

Your pulse skips just for a second. And from the way Law tenses and Kid narrows his eyes, you know they notice.

You don’t pull away, but you don’t answer either.

Luffy tilts his head “Are you mad?”

You blink “Why would I be mad?”

He shrugs “Dunno. Maybe ‘cause we wouldn’t stop arguing in front of you.”

Kid scoffs “You mean because you wouldn’t shut up?”

Luffy grins “Well, yeah.”

Law exhales, voice flat “Straw Hat-ya, you’re not helping.”

But Luffy doesn’t care. He never does. He just looks at you, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist.

“You didn’t answer Kid’s question” he says.

You freeze. Of course he noticed.

Kid shifts beside you, arms crossed, eyes burning “Yeah, y/n. You staying or not?”

Law watches you, calculating, unreadable.

The festival noise fades. It’s just them. Just this. And you still don’t answer. Not because you don’t know, but because they all want different things.

Kid wants power. A challenge. Someone who doesn’t bend to him but still stands beside him. And you can give him that.

Law wants strategy. Precision. Someone he can trust, someone who understands things without needing to say them. And, angain, you can give him that.

Luffy just...

Luffy just wants you as you.

Not for your strength. Not for your Devil Fruit.

Just because you’re you.

And that’s the scariest thing of them all to you.

So instead of answering, you finally pull your hand back.

“I’m going to get a drink” you say simply.

Then you walk away, again. And this time none of them stop you.

Your boots move over the worn wooden planks of the street, but your mind lingers on the moment you pulled away. On the way they looked at you. You grip the sake bottle you swiped from a distracted vendor, your fingers pressing just a little too tightly around it. You shouldn’t care and yet... Footsteps. You don’t turn. You don’t have to. “I thought I told you I was getting a drink” you murmur. A low chuckle. Rough, amused. “Didn’t say I wasn’t getting one too.” Kid. Of course. You glance over your shoulder. He’s close.

Crimson eyes gleaming, coat still torn from battle, his usual sneer replaced with something slower, something that lingers. He’s looking at you like you’re his favorite fight.

You sigh, raising the bottle to your lips “What, afraid I’ll disappear?”

Kid’s smirk sharpens “I don’t get afraid.”

You swallow, letting the warmth of the sake burn down your throat “Could’ve fooled me.”

His grin widens “Tch. You wish.”

You should tell him to leave but you don’t. Because despite the way Kid is all sharp edges, all arrogance, all chaos, he’s also the one who followed. The one who didn’t let you slip into the night alone.

“Where the hell do you think you’re running off to, anyway?” he asks.

You tilt your head, watching him “Who says I’m running?”

Kid scoffs “Please. You didn’t just walk away. You walked the hell out.”

You hum, taking another slow sip “And yet, here you are.”

His smirk doesn’t fade “Damn right.”

“You’re different from them” he mutters.

You raise a brow “Them?”

His eyes flick back to where Law and Luffy were.

“They don’t get you like I do.” His voice drops just slightly, lower, rougher “You don’t play nice. You don’t follow. And you sure as hell don’t belong on a crew that treats life like a damn adventure story.”

You exhale, tapping the bottle against your thigh “That why you’re here?”

Kid takes another step closer, his voice a challenge and a promise all at once.

“I’m here ‘cause you don’t belong to anyone, y/n...”

His grin turns sharp.

“...but you could stand beside me. And you know that.”

A challenge. A temptation. And a mistake.

Because before you can answer, another voice cuts in.

“You don’t decide that for them.”

Kid turns, scowling, just as Law steps into the light.

You exhale through your nose “Figures you’d show up next. You all won't give up until I make a choice, will you?”

Law doesn’t deny it “Because you keep walking away” His voice is level “But you didn’t leave.”

Kid scoffs “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

But Law ignores him. He steps closer, close enough that the air between you shifts. His voice is quieter now, meant only for you.

“If you were really leaving, you would’ve been gone by now.”

You grip the bottle tighter “And what if I just wanted a damn drink in peace?”

“Then you wouldn’t have let him follow.”

Your pulse stumbles. Kid’s jaw clenches, but before he can snap back, a familiar warmth crashes into you.

Luffy.

Arms wrapping around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his laugh bright, unbothered by the tension thick enough to cut with a blade.

“There you are!” He pulls back just enough to grin up at you “I knew you weren’t really leaving yet!”

You blink “What makes you so sure?”

Luffy tilts his head, confused by the question itself “Because you didn’t say goodbye.”

The simplicity of it hits harder than it should, because he’s right. You didn’t.

Law’s eyes darken, but he doesn’t look away from you “You’re still deciding.”

Kid’s jaw ticks “Tch. Just say it already.”

Luffy just waits, still smiling. Because he already knows.

And suddenly, you realize that so do you.

You inhale. Exhale. And then you turn.

Not to Kid.

Not to Law.

But to Luffy.

His eyes widen slightly, his fingers twitching against your sleeve “Eh?”

Your lips curl into a smirk “Took you long enough to find me, though”

Then he jumps with joy, hugs you tightly and kiss you on the cheek, which shocks you.

Luffy’s arms still wrapping tight around you like he never wants to let go.

Kid curses loudly, wheeling around to storm off, shoving a stunned passerby out of his way “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Law sighs heavily, running a hand down his face “Honestly.” But there’s no real bitterness in his voice, just understanding. Because they both saw it before you did.

You were never meant to follow. Never meant to stand beside them.

You were meant to run wild and free, with the only captain who never wanted to tame you in the first place.

Luffy pulls back, beaming, his hands still tight around you “So that means you’re coming with me, right?”

“As if you’d let me go.”

He grins.

“Never.”

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Prince!Sanji x Knight!Reader pt.2

@crabdictarorship @secretlife028 @i-trash-about-things

Pt.1 | fem reader!

Trough out your life as a knight you had never wavered, or even feared any situation you had to face… until now

After accidentally revealing your biggest secret to the prince, you feel like the ground you stand on shakes, not a single feeling or thought being processed behind your worried eyes. What was to become of you? Dismissed?, Killed? Or worse A MAID?

As you try and catch your breath, you decide to make a run to your quarters to scape the inevitable at least until morning.

Prince!Sanji on the other hand, after finally coming to terms with what he had just witnessed, finds himself feeling a little disappointed when he opens the terrace door to find you gone.

That night he doesn’t sleep a blink, tossing and turning as he finds a window to the why of your behavior and character, he feels like he just opened his eyes to a whole new world. Your muteness, your monthly absences, why you were so damn short; but most importantly, the care and warmth you bestowed upon him.

All the men Sanji had been surrounded with his whole life had been nothing far from cruel and unforgiving of who he was, the only ones that had showed him kindness and acceptance were women, because of that he had developed an admiration and genuine devotion for the ones that he found on his lonely path as a prince; from his sister, his late queen, even the maids and the magnificent cooks on the royal kitchen that always taught him whatever piked his interest, opening a world of opportunities for him.

And you, the person that not only genuinely actively cared about him but went the extra mile to fight for him every single day, shielding him in situations he could not. Your unspoken understanding, soft care and charm that made his days go form tolerable to enjoyable. You the most beautiful woman he could’ve dreamed of, because you were way above his dream girl; you were real

The last time he felt this giddy he was merely a little boy on his birthday morning

You were restless too, but in fear as you dreaded the morning approaching

So imagine the prince’s distress when he didn’t see you outside his room the next morning, or at breakfast… or at his morning stroll, not even at tea

“I am the prince, I shouldn’t we fighting to know where someone of my court is” Sanji asked the assigned royal guard that so happened to be the infamous and very stubborn Zoro Roronoa, the marshal of the royal army who was as disgusted by the situation as much as the prince was, he had a million tasks to get to but here he was, diminished to such a trivial task

“With the outmost respect your highness, I do not know who are you referring to”

Now the prince finds himself facing yet another conundrum, Sanji didn’t knew your name

Not even the fake one… because you were mute

“The knight that is always assigned to me! Gods how aren’t you aware of where your own soldiers are!” He screams throwing his hands in the air, almost looking like a child who was denied a cookie after dinner

Marshal Zoro can only sigh, jaw tightening “I am not in charge of assigning roles around here… If he’s so important to you why don’t you know his name anyway-”

Sanji glares daggers back

-“S-sir”

“Sh-… He is mute”

A silence falls, desperate from the prince side but eye opening from the army’s marshal

“OOoh you mean pebble?”

More silence

“Pebble?”

“Yea, because he’s so short… and never takes the helmet off so he looks like a little pebble” a hearty laugh escaped the green haired marshal “Yeah saw him this morning, I believe he called in sick or something”

After much back and forth fighting, Sanji was able to convive marshal Zoro to take him down to your quarters to check on you

So there he was

The Prince of The North Region walking down the army’s quarters, marshal Zoro in tow. To say every soldier was expecting something really bad to go down at your quarters was an understatement

Finally he arrives to your door, but finds himself glued to the ground as an strange feeling forms in the pit of his stomach, suddenly it dawns on him what he was about to do

What in the world was he even going to say to you? He had a million questions, an itch to get to actually know more of you, the you you had to hide underneath an armor; and he would never dare to overwhelm you or appear like a a freak

Zoro clicked his tongue, already on his last straw before walking forward and unlocking your door cursing under his breath

“Wait!! What are you do-“

The prince’s worries would only multiply when the door open to reveal an emptied out room

You were gone.

He rushes in to a room that did not looked lived in as it was supposed to, more importantly not you in sight; you ran away

“The hell” Zoro mumbles sharing Sanji’s disbelief, what could possibly could be happening? and oh boy rumors do fly around the castle, especially with all the soldiers standing outside the scene

Is in moments like these that the prince realizes the walls of the castle are too high, finding himself acting selfishly. Sanji had never stopped to consider the actual enormity of the situation, what felt like a gift from the gods to him… to you could’ve felt like doomsday

“FUCK” Sanji cursed as he kicked the door breaking it in half, the possibility of having lost you forever shaking him to his core

The Marshall stood silently in pure confusion and shock between the prince and the crowd, what could’ve ever happened between you and the prince to deserve such a reaction

“Your majesty we need to retrieve”

Oh yes he needed to leave immediately, to look for you as fast as possible

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Omg I have a plan for a pt3 you tell me how you like it guys

[traflawgar]

Hello!! Could I please request zoro head cannons. This is a fluff prompt. Basically after the straw hats liberate yet another country and have their celebration on the sunny, zoro snatches the reader and throws them over one shoulder while he has a barrel of booze on the other. Someone asks him “aren’t you going to eat” and he says something like “I got what I need” before going to the crows nest with his partner. I wonder how zoro would show his affection when liquored up and away from nosy eyes (sanji probably sets some food aside because it would be a cold day in hell before his crewmates go hungry)

alone with you

zoro x reader. FLUFF.

TAGS: alcohol, of course. zoro likes to pretend he's a tough bitch but he loves cuddles and kisses.

NOTES--I love zoro. I see him as the kind of dude to pretend he's super stoic in front of others, but once he's alone with his partner will be quite cuddly. for this request I went more on the properly headcanons direction, hope you like the result!

Zoro has been staring at you since everyone reunited at the ship. Sitting across from you, taking gulp after gulp of his sake, he’s not letting you ignore him. No matter how hard you try. You can’t even meet his gaze, afraid that the simmering fire in his eyes will reflect your own need to be alone with him.

And then everyone would find out that there’s something more going on between the two of you.

He does not have the same concern. That much becomes evident when he abruptly stands up and strides toward you. He ignores the crew’s complaints as he moves anything and anyone out of his way. Complaints that fall silent as confused and shocked eyes—and one pair of knowing ones—watch him carelessly pick you up and throw him over his shoulders.

Stunned silence hangs in the air, before wolf whistles and laughter break it unceremoniously. Your friends are not deterred by the groan you let out, nor by the murderous glare you throw their way. 

“Wait, dinner’s almost ready!” Sanji yells as he steps onto the deck, lured out of the kitchen by the chaos unfolding.

“Don’t care. Got everything I need here.” As if to emphasize his words, Zoro shifts the weight of the barrel he’s holding in one arm, and pats your ass with his free hand.

You think you hear Sanji complain and threaten to let you starve later, but that’s quickly pushed out of your mind as Zoro begins climbing up towards the crow’s nest. He’s completely oblivious to how dangerous it is, while all you can think about is the very precarious position you’re in.

A few torturous moments later, he sets you down on the floor and you finally open your eyes. “Finally we’re a–” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by your fists on his chest as you accuse him of nearly killing you.

Usually, Zoro would let you carry on with your antics and tease you once you get bored of them. Tonight, however, he’s feeling quite impatient. He’s been waiting for ages (a few minutes) to be alone with you while everyone else hogged your attention (spent time with you in a group setting). He was hoping to sneak away after dinner when everybody was too full of food and alcohol to notice—and he usually would’ve done just that. You know that, know tonight feels different for some reason, so you don’t really complain when he shuts you up with a kiss, hands holding your wrists to stop you.

You let him pull you to his favourite spot in the crow’s nest, follow suit as he plops down on the floor. He’s a lot more affectionate when he’s drunk, not holding himself back from what he actually wants.

His head is immediately on your shoulder, and whenever he’s not filling his cup with the barrel he brought, he’s nuzzling against you and muttering how warm you are. Every other minute he’ll look up at you with puppy eyes and –ask for– demand a kiss.

“I want a kiss,” he’ll mutter with a pout (which he later denies was a pout), and you think it’s the cutest thing to ever happen to you.

Eventually he gets you to sit between his legs, your back pressed snuggly against his chest. He wraps his arms around your body and pulls you impossibly closer. He all but wraps himself entirely around you, pressing lazy kisses on your back. His fingers trace shapes on your thighs, random things at first, but then you think he might be spelling something—he’s spelling “I love you” because no amount of booze can get him to say it out loud yet. So, for now, he’ll settle for spelling it on your skin and trusting you understand it.

You’ll stay like that until your stomach growls embarrassingly loud.

“Let’s see if the shitty cook made good on his threat.”

He did not, to nobody’s surprise. Regardless of how many times he threatens to do so, Sanji never lets you go hungry.

When the two of you get to the kitchen, there’s food waiting for you. You take the plates and sit on the deck, traces of the crew’s celebration all over the floor. You sit and look at the stars, and Zoro surprises you with an incredible amount of knowledge on stars and constellations.

(He read books about it just so he could tell you all these interesting facts about the night sky because he likes seeing the impressed look in your eyes whenever he does something cool.)

After eating, he’ll suggest going back to the crow’s nest just so you can keep cuddling and maybe, if all goes according to his plan, you’ll fall asleep like that—holding each other close, with your head on his chest and your legs intertwined.

[damned-punk]

Overthinking (Ace x Reader)

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Content Warning: fluff, yearning

Content Description: gn!reader gets lost in their thoughts while spending quality time with Ace ♡

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The summer sun gleamed against his skin, the freckles on his cheeks becoming much more pronounced than usual. The pair of you had just finished a very filling meal, a perfect end to a perfect day. You’d entered a comfortable silence, sitting at his side beneath his arm and watching the waves crash against the shoreline. These moments were limited these days, far and few in between from what you’d prefer.

The ship was always busy and Ace was no longer regularly boarded on the main ship. He was a commander now after all, taking strides of his own across neighboring seas as he and Pops saw fit. You couldn’t deny that it was hard watching him sail beyond the horizon, especially considering that his return was never a guarantee. Pirates often took life day by day, you certainly had up unto this point.

A part of you longed to settle down with him, to nestle on the shore of a cozy island and leave those uncertainties behind. It wouldn’t be fair to him and you did not want to leave the crew, you loved them just as much. Without any reasonable doubts, you knew that setting out to sea had been the right thing to do. Staying with the Whitebeard pirates and fulfilling your obligations to your found family was the right thing to do.

Even still, you couldn’t deny that there was a clear difference between the time before you met Ace and the time after. The two of you had grown inseparable, thick as thieves, and horrifically mischievous. You couldn’t count on all your fingers and toes how many pranks the pair of you had pulled on Marco, not to mention the occasional on Pops. He was everything you could’ve ever wanted, you hoped he felt that too.

“What’s that face for?”, he asked out of the blue, a toothy smile breaking across his features, “Thinkin’ about something?”

You took in his features, securing a memory of exactly how he was looking at you in this moment. His smile faltered slightly, eyes flickering between your own. It was something that you’d been fighting for a little while now, but recent times spent with him had started feeling like a limited bide. You had full confidence in his abilities, as did he, but something felt like it was looming over him. Maybe it was a feeling that was drawn up from when he disclosed his past, either way it made these times all the more precious.

You cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips to his own, drinking in a kind of warmth that could only be found within Ace himself. He was a bit stunned, your intimacy being sudden but more than welcome. He knew that something likely unsavory was on your mind, he just wasn’t sure if it was something worth pressing. Surely you’d tell him if it was something serious, you always had before.

This feeling wasn’t something that could accurately be described anyway. How could you even warn someone of something that had not yet been brought to fruition? The seas had consistently risen in unrest but that wasn’t anything new, perhaps all of this was just the result of unfounded anxieties. There are far more unknowns day to day than the latter irregardless of how much time you spent agonizing over them.

“Tell me a story about your brothers, I don’t like the silence.”, you prompted him, looking for any excuse to drown your sinking thoughts.

He beamed with reminiscence, always excited to tell you about his adventures with Luffy and Sabo. When he talked about them, he became overtly animated. Throwing his hands in wild motions and mimicking the voices of those in the stories so that you could really get a full picture of how things had went down. This went on well into the night, the two of you sharing stories and stealing kisses occasionally.

Even in the tranquility of the quiet evening, as his head rests on your lap while soft snores emanate from his open mouth, you couldn’t shake the thought of these moments coming to an inevitable end. Your fingers lapped at the soft tufts of his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp to help keep him relaxed. Whatever that would look like and however far away, the thought of losing him was treacherous. You’d follow him into any battle, plunge yourself into any depth to meet the smallest of his expectations. You wished you could ignore such worries, or better yet have the ability to put them at a permanent end.

There was a lot of love between you, whether that love would have a more defined place to go was unwritten but either way you’d always be grateful to have had the opportunity to have met someone like him.

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[cntloup]

inspired by this lovely post by @laws-hat-headcanons . a continuation to zoro's part <3

zoro drags his tired feet into your shared room after he went out to take a walk to clear his head, moving quietly in case you’re asleep, but deep down he knows that's impossible for you since you had that stupid argument. your head must still be racing with different thoughts and emotions as well.

he finds you lying down on your side of the bed with your back facing him and when he nears the bed to lie down, he hears your quiet sobs and sniffles. he mentally curses himself for making you feel this way.

"hey..." he murmurs and reaches over, gently touching your shoulder, careful not to startle you.

"i'm sorry, love. please forgive me..." although he's met by silence, but he knows you're listening.

and he's taken by surprise when you slowly turn around to face him, tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes looking back at him, causing the gnawing guilt to clench his heart once again.

"i hate when we fight." you finally speak, voice hoarse and low, "and i'm sorry too. it was my fault as well. it shouldn't have happened in the first place."

"i'm sorry for lashing out. i shouldn't have done that. but i want you to know that i would never hurt you..." he gulps and there's a small quiver in his voice, "the last thing i want is for you to be afraid of me." his eyes are filled with sincerity and pleas of forgiveness as he holds you in his arms.

"i know, zoro. i trust you. i don't know why i reacted the way i did. it was so long ago..." you begin to speak and he notices the break in your voice, a lump forming in your throat, "you don't have to talk about it." he says and moves closer to you so your bodies are flushed together, enveloping you in his strong arms protectively.

"i'll kill whoever did that to you." he whispers in your hair, half joking but you know him well enough to know that he's at least somewhat serious. you chuckle nevertheless, "you don't have to do that. he's far, far away from me now... probably dead in a ditch somewhere or whatever!" you reply jokingly with a chuckle, "good! and i'll make sure it stays that way. no harm will come your way ever again, my love." he speaks with such wholehearted honesty as his eyes stare into yours. he leans in to seal his promise with a kiss and you gladly reciprocate with a soft smile tugging at your lips as you hum contently.

[alwayssassydreamer]

When You're Gone

A/N: thank you Ann(on) for the idea with that song, (god it's been so long since I listened to that song.) request: "shanksxgnreader, sfw and maybe the song when I'm gone by Avril Lavigne" hope you like it

We were made for each other, out here forever I know we were, yeah, yeah And all I ever wanted was for you to know Everything I do, I give my heart and soul I can hardly breathe, I need to feel you here with me, yeah

Summary: you are in a relationship with Shanks but being apart is always hard (sorry that summary sucks)

Warnings: sfw, no warnings really,

Characters: Shanks x GnReader

The sea was never silent. The waves roared, the wind whispered, and yet, without him, it all felt deafeningly empty.

You stood at the docks, gripping the wooden railing so tightly your knuckles turned white. The salty breeze tangled in your hair, but you barely felt it. All you could feel was the aching absence in your chest, the weight of loneliness pressing down on you.

Shanks was gone. Again.

It wasn’t a surprise. You had always known what loving him meant, he was a pirate, a man of freedom, the kind of person who came and went like the tides. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

At first, you had told yourself it wouldn’t be so bad. You were strong, independent, used to being on your own. Shanks had never belonged to anyone but the sea, and you had never been the type to wait around for a man.

But damn it, you missed him.

You missed the way he’d tease you with that lazy smirk, the way his voice softened when it was just the two of you. You missed the warmth of his presence, how effortlessly he made you feel like you belonged at his side, even when the rest of the world made you doubt.

When you’re gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you…

At night, it was the worst.

The empty space in your bed felt hollow, cold. You had gotten used to waking up to his arm slung lazily over your waist, to his slow, steady breathing beside you. Some nights, when sleep refused to come, you’d roll over and press your face into the pillow, inhaling the faint scent of him that still lingered there. But it was fading, just like the warmth he had left behind, the memories flooded in, and you were left with nothing but the echo of his voice and the emptiness beside you.

You had spent years convincing yourself you were fine on your own, that you didn’t need anyone. But now… now you caught yourself scanning the faces in the port regularly, hoping for a flash of red hair, a familiar silhouette in the distance. Every time, disappointment followed.

You had tried to keep yourself busy, burying yourself in your work, training until your muscles ached, anything to keep your mind from replaying his laughter, his teasing remarks, the way his arm felt around your waist when he pulled you close.

You hated it. Hated that he had managed to carve his way into your heart so deeply that even others could see the hollow space he had left behind. You sighed, closing your eyes against the sting of unshed tears.

When you’re gone, the face I came to know is missing too…

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

The last time he left, he had kissed you like he meant to stay. He had cupped your cheek in his hand, eyes holding something unspoken, something too big to fit into words. He had kissed you slow, deep, as if trying to make the moment last.

"I’ll see you soon," he had promised, his forehead resting against yours.

But "soon" was a vague concept when it came to Shanks.

You sighed, raking a hand through your hair. It was foolish to let yourself drown in thoughts of him. You had things to do, responsibilities to uphold. You had survived worse things than this, so why did his absence feel like a wound that refused to close?

You turned away from the railing, ready to retreat to your small home you for another sleepless night.

A gust of wind swept past, carrying the scent of the sea and something else, something familiar. Your eyes snapped open, your pulse quickening as you turned, half-daring to hope.

And there he was.

Standing at the end of the dock, grinning like he had never been gone at all. His red hair was tousled by the wind, his coat slightly worn from travel. His eyes locked onto yours, unreadable for a moment before softening into something warm, something that made your chest tighten.

"Miss me?" Shanks drawled, stepping forward, voice laced with amusement.

You exhaled sharply, taking a step forward before stopping yourself. The months apart, the loneliness, the unanswered questions all of it crashed into you at once.

He must have seen it in your expression because his smirk faded. "I know," he murmured, stepping closer. "I took too long. But i told you that I'll be back."

The anger, the sadness, the loneliness they all melted away in that instant. You crossed the distance in a few quick strides, punching him lightly in the chest, torn between anger and relief. "You bastard," you muttered, voice shaking. "You—"

But before you could finish, he closed the distance, pulling you into his arms.

Shanks chuckled softly, his chest rumbling against yours as he pulled you even closer. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "You know," he murmured, his eyes twinkling with that irresistible charm, "I sailed halfway across the world just to see that glare of yours. Missed it almost as much as I missed your smile."

You huffed, trying to hide the way your heart raced. "Idiot."

He just grinned wider, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Maybe. But I'm your idiot. And if I have to fight the sea itself to keep coming back to you, I will because there’s no place I’d rather be than right here, holding you."

His lips found yours, in a tender loving kiss and you realized that loving him was worth every second of the pain of missing him.

Shanks pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his hand still cradling your cheek. His voice softened, and a rare, serious glint appeared in his eyes.

"You know," he whispered, his thumb gently stroking your skin, "I never realized how much I needed you until I was too far away to turn back. When you're gone... everything just feels wrong."

He looked into your eyes, his smile softer now, his usual playful demeanor giving way to something raw and real. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

"I kept thinking about you. About us. And it hit me, I don’t just want the sea, the adventure, or the freedom. I want you by my side."

He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin as he continued. "I realized that no matter where I go or what I do, it’s all pointless if you’re not with me. You’re part of me now. I never knew how much I needed you until I couldn’t reach out and pull you into my arm(s.)"

His voice wavered, and he looked almost unsure for once. "I know I’m a charming idiot most of the time, and I don’t deserve to ask anything of you... but being away made me realize that I’m better when I’m with you. Everything I do feels right when I know you’re part of it. I don’t want to be without you anymore. So do you want to join me and my crew?"

You couldn’t hold back anymore and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss that spoke of all the longing, all the sleepless nights, and all the whispered promises to the wind. Shanks wrapped his arm around you, holding you like you were his anchor, the only thing keeping him grounded in this chaotic world.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and with your heart racing, he grinned, that familiar spark back in his eyes. "Is that a yes?" he teased.

You just rolled your eyes. "Sure, captain charming".

When you're gone... the words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it okay. I miss you.

[cantagirldrawinpeace]

I need everyone to know about my fav Heart Pirates fic ever

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62730358/chapters/160593205

It’s “Little Hearts” by @badninken and it’s made me cry multiple times. It’s such a fun and unique and well-written take on Law and his little gang as kiddos. Can’t get enough of their writing Rahhhhhhh!!!!

Anyway, I highly highly recommend.

(maybe I make fanart in the future but college be killing all my time and drawing motivation recently…Art major moment I fear…but also I lof this fic sm)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62730358/chapters/160593205

[zosan-secondchances]

The Pirate King of the North

Main Themes: Villain Sanji, Alternate Universe, Zosan Ship

AU where Straw Hat Pirates meet old Sanji from a reality where Reiju didn't have emotions.

Warning: Long post ahead and some One Piece spoilers. Contains strong language.

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17

Young Zoro hates the fucker but those scars and piercings are doing a number to his soul.

Old Sanji's story goes like this:

He didn't experience compassion from anyone else aside from his mother, who--you know what happened.

Judge kept him locked away until he was 13. He had him released when he was deemed too broken to do anything, and he was apparently a waste of space. As far as the world was concerned, he was already dead. He gets left behind at some random pirate town in the North.

His swirly brows were recognized by the pirates who took him in--only for him to be enslaved because people would pay a lot to have their way with royalty.

He picked up some skills from the other slaves and became cunning af--because he had to be.

At 17 he started a revolt against the slaver pirates, effectively taking over as their new pirate captain.

He became the feared "Mr. Prince" and his words are as sharp as his bite.

He's underweight because he doesn't give two shits about good food.

"The All Blue? It's nothing but an old fishwive's tale," he says.

He used his cunning mind and new pirate crew to hunt down and kill his own father from the shadows.

He enslaved his own siblings and becomes the new ruler of Germa Kingdom. Over the years, he used them for warfare and expanded the territory of the North.

His heart is a bottomless pit for power and control.

He had a fling or two or several with is closely allied with Doflamingo because god damn they're both mad like that. The alliance eventually lead to direct connections with Celestial Dragons.

Sanji gains more power and becomes the notorious "Pirate King of the North"

Meanwhile at the other side of the world, Luffy didn't make it as far as he could have without a good cook.

Luffy would have recruited one from Baratie but the restaurant was absolutely destroyed before the smaller Straw Hat crew could make a difference. Some of the staff didn't make it.

Zoro left the crew when it fell apart at some point.

Due to Zoro's reputation and bounty that he had occurred during his limited time with Luffy, he was offered a position as a Warlord, ultimately taking over the late Jinbe's old role. He accepted and served for several years before he was assigned a job that he didn't know would be the most challenging one yet.

The Celestial Dragons didn't like the fact that Sanji had started to have more worldly control over their own, so Zoro was quietly assigned to hunt down the great Pirate King of the North. Zoro accepted because he felt that he needed more experience before he could take on Mihawk again.

Zoro quickly realised that this mission is not a walk in the park.

Sanji loves toying with the Demon Warlord so he insists on taking him on by himself.

It becomes an endless game of cat and mouse. Sometimes Sanji chases and sometimes he runs, sometimes he wins and sometimes he loses.

They're at each others' throats everywhere in the world. Any person, city or being of any kind that gets in the way usually gets torn apart in the chaos. The hunt goes on for a lifetime. They're currently in their 40's.

Zoro severs Sanji's left arm during one huge fight.

Because of this, Sanji relentlessly tries to get Zoro to marry him to use him in so many ways he can think of--both as an asset and under the sheets--oh the things that he wants the swordsman to do and beg for.

Sanji likes to refer to the tiniest scar on his lip as "Zoro's love bite"

He was about to get a nice fresh one on his chest when some fuckers teleported him away.

Hearing old Sanji's backstory was a bit much. It was young Zoro's turn to have a nosebleed that day.

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Oh yes I had fun drawing old silver fox, damaged Sanji. I wish I have the time to colour it up. I've also been very much into reading AU stories, especially soul brand ones. Keep them coming, you beautiful people.

Edit: Woo! I finally decided to make my own AO3 account. It's about time. Link here for the story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60686077

[soaked-doors]

“Those two things can exist at the same time. Like you said, it's all—it's all tangled up together, you and me.”

double page spread for one of my favorite luzo fics of all time, poly philtatos (the most beloved by far) by my good friend - @swordsmans!

I knew I wanted to do a double page spread the second I finished this fic and I drafted abt a dozen ideas before landing on what would ultimately become this. There were so many snippets and moments I wanted to illustrate but I ended up doing more of an abstracted version of the fic as opposed to 1:1 drawings of scenes 

funnily enough while the fic itself is told in zoros pov this spread is framed mostly through luffy’s eyes - his tears literally frame comp for their reunion, the moment he loses zoro, and the centerpiece of the first page which is this weird abstraction of him on the beach seeing zoros corpse-not-a-corpse in the waves just beyond his reach. 

gyro put the crane wives’ never love an anchor on the playlist for this fic which i heavily used as inspiration in picking ornamental things for the spread (the anchor, the fleet of ships by luffy, and the nautical rope splitting the second page). also just like. overall really heartbreaking lyrics guys 

there are smaller elements throughout the spread that are 1:1 references though (all i will say for these is if you know, you know hehe) i wish i had more time to do a lengthier piece for fanart for this fic bc it's one of the few luzo fics that have been rattling around in my brain forever now - once again please please please read poly philtatos if you haven't. gyro is a masterful writer and they deserve all the love! ok byeee

[grandline-fics]

Nightmare Wedding

DESCRIPTION: They have a nightmare that you marry someone else

WARNINGS: slight angst and some insecurities but with comfort and happy endings in all

CHARACTERS: Ace, Shanks, Mihawk, Kid, Katakuri | Law, Zoro | Luffy, Usopp

WORDS: 3,014

A/N: I loved this idea and couldn't help but do another. Of course as soon as I posted the last one an idea for Ace finally came to me. Added Ace and Kid for @breadlover6969 and Mihawk, Shanks, and Katakuri (who also won the poll) for @kabloswrld

Hope you all enjoy!

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST | PROMPT LIST

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ACE

Ever since you and Ace became a couple, Ace noticed that he slept amazing when you were beside him. The nights you had to sleep apart however, brought restlessness, sometimes strange dreams that left him feeling as though he hadn’t slept at all, but it was worse when he had to suffer through nightmares. Tonight, he reluctantly went to bed while you had to stay in the infirmary while you recovered from a sickness. It was just a precaution to avoid you infecting the others but Ace needed more convincing than the others. He didn’t care if he got sick and would have risked it but you managed to talk him around, promising it would be just one night and it would make you feel better to know he was safe and healthy. Reluctantly he climbed into the bed and pouted at your empty side until his eyes grew heavy and sleep claimed him. 

“Ace how do I look?” You asked him in his dream and he broke out into an overwhelmed smile, taking in your breathtaking appearance. You were all but glowing, dressed for a wedding; your wedding. Slowly he reached out to cup your face before taking your hand to playfully twirl you and take in your outfit with growing appreciation. Unable to hold back, he pulled you into a tight hug. “You look amazing, you always do.” He whispered, pulling back to see your eyes light with joy as you you looked down at your outfit, smoothing the fabric into place. 

“I’m glad. I hope Marco thinks so too.” You beamed up at him, unaware of Ace’s expression dropping into one of confused dread. Marco? What did Marco have to do with it all? He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when you quickly took his hands into yours and leaned in with an excited smile. “Ace, will you walk me down the aisle? It’d mean so much to me!”

“B-but…aren’t you going to marry me?” Ace asked with a frown, his heart sinking when you tilted your head in confusion before laughing. 

“Ace, don’t be silly!” You grinned, giving him a playful shove. “You know I’m marrying Marco, come on I can’t be late!” Before he could react, you grabbed his wrist and hurried down a corridor that seemed unending. Finally the corridor shifted to reveal a filled room, your hand was no longer in his and you stood with Marco at the altar. 

His stomach lurched and Ace let out a yelp as he landed on the floor of his room, tangled in the bedsheet and head swimming as he tried to let his brain catch up with the fact he was awake and what he’d just witnessed was a horrible dream. Scrambling to his feet, Ace bolted out of the room and hurried to the infirmary, hearing the sound of you coughing when he neared the door. Quietly he entered and walked quietly to your bedside. “Ace? You should be in bed.” You told him weakly. 

“No, I should never have let you talk me into leaving you.” Ace said as he climbed into the bed with you, pulling you close to let you rest against him. His fingers lightly moved over your back, soothing your aching body while also finding your presence soothing him from the nightmare he’d had. “We’re a team right? Through thick and thin…sickness and in health.”

“Aren’t those wedding vows?”

“Are they?” Ace asked innocently but you could hear his heart pick up speed slightly. “Must have been a coincidence…”

SHANKS

Before meeting you, Shanks never saw himself as the settling down type. He was more than content to live his days exploring and enjoying himself with a lover in every island should the mood take him. Then you came along and changed his life in every wonderful way imaginable. You were the adventure he’d been missing and hadn’t even known he was searching for. He couldn’t imagine ever being apart from you. You might have fallen for his charm and flirtatious smile first but he fell for your warmth and beautiful soul so much harder. 

So when he dreamt of himself standing at the front of an altar, he knew you would be the only other possible person his subconscious would conjure to join him. Shanks felt excitement gather in his chest and then in a blink he saw Beckman appear beside him. “This is a big thing, Captain. You sure you can go through with this?” His right-hand man asked with a grin before continuing. “I mean you’ve never preformed a wedding ceremony before, will you be able to handle it?”

Shanks felt his excitement fizzle out and it was quickly replaced with confusion and apprehension. Yes, as Captain he would be the one to marry members of his crew but he couldn’t possibly be the one to get married and preform the ceremony at the same time. It didn’t make sense and as much as he wanted to know, he dreaded what the explanation would be because he already knew it wasn’t going to be something he’d like. “Benn! Shanks!” 

Both heads turned and Shanks’ chest felt like it was going to explode with adoration and pride as he saw you hurry to them. He waited for your hands to reach for him but instead you merely smiled at him and hurried to Beckman’s side, eagerly letting his arms wrap around you and hold you close. “Sorry I’m late but we can start now.” You beamed, your gaze settling on Shanks’ face expectantly. “Whenever you’re ready Captain, I can’t wait to marry this man!”

With a jolt and gasp, Shanks woke to the calm, dark silence using the sound of the gentle waves hitting the side of the Red Force to help calm his breathing. He glanced to down to see you curled up on your side, your back against him and your arms loosely but just as possessively wrapped around his arm. Shanks let out a small huff as he silently laughed at his stupid mind for conjuring such a ridiculous scenario. Rolling onto his side, Shanks pressed a kiss against your temple, stilling when you began to shift. You turned as you began to wake, curling into his chest and let out a sleepy smile when his now freed arm tightened around you, keeping you close. “Everything okay?” You mumbled. 

“Never better.” Shanks affirmed with a smile, pressing another kiss against your cheek. As much as he knew it was a ridiculous dream and that things between you both were beyond amazing, Shanks considered that maybe he was worried in some part that someone may take you from him someday. “Promise me you won’t marry Beck, okay?”

“Why, you wanna marry him?” Even half-asleep you were still able to make a joke and help your lover relax. 

“The only one I want to be committed to is you.”

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Promise?”

“I do.”

MIHAWK

“Clown, what is the meaning for all of this…fanfare?” Mihawk asked, looking around the extensibly decorated circus tent. Brightly coloured ribbons adorned the ceiling, flowers were displayed in grand, flashy, and quite simply ostentatious arrangements that just screamed ‘Buggy the Clown.’ None of it was to Mihawk’s taste but it was clear the clown was up to something. The figurehead of Cross Guild spun around, dressing in a bright suit and his painted smile, spread wide in triumph. 

“Mihawk! So glad you’ve arrived. We were worried you were going to miss the festivities. They’ll be writing about this in the papers for weeks.” Buggy declared with a laugh, allowing his hands to detach from his arms to gesture widely as confetti seemed to rain down from nowhere. Mihawk’s eye twitched at the useless theatrics, he’d asked a question and wanted an actual answer. Thankfully he didn’t need to repeat himself because Buggy cleared his throat and stepped to the side to show the altar Mihawk could have sworn wasn’t there before. “It’s my wedding obviously.”

A wedding? This was the first Mihawk heard about it. As far as he knew, Buggy hadn’t had a serious relationship in a long time, certainly not serious enough to warrant a wedding. So who was the clown’s secret betrothed? The answer came instantly when he heard footsteps behind him. Mihawk turned and did a double take when he saw it was you. The look in your eyes was filled with so much excitement and joy they practically sparkled. He began to reach out for you but you slipped past him and continued with conviction until you were proudly beside Buggy. Disbelief gripped Mihawk at the scene in front of him. No, this was impossible. Letting his instincts take hold, he reached for Yoru and charged for Buggy. 

“Mihawk, no!” You pleaded, stepping in front and stopping his attack mid-swing with just your voice. “Please it’s my wedding day. Promise there’ll be no fighting. For me okay?” Mihawk snapped awake immediately and let out a sigh of relief to see he was in his own quarters and not a garish decoration in sight. Despite having slept, the nightmare he was forced to endure had left him exhausted. Part of him was reluctant to try and fall back to sleep out of worry of what other hellish thoughts his mind would conjure for him. 

With a sigh he reached out your side of the bed and only now he noticed it was empty. Yet it was still warm, you’d only just risen but it was still late at night. Just as he was about to rise and search for you, the door opened and you silently crept in, pausing to see Mihawk was awake and watching you. Now seeing you had no need to be stealthy you smiled and walked back towards the bed. “I was getting a drink of water. Did I wake you?”

“No, love.” Mihawk answered, holding out his arms to pull you close against him, his eyes closing when your fingers slipped into his hair. “Had an awful dream you married the clown and wouldn’t let me cut him to pieces for it.” 

“How strange…” You mused with a yawn. “Although I’m not opposed to the idea, truth be told.”

“Marrying the clown?” Mihawk leaned back to look at you, unable to hide his disgust as the images from his dream came flooding back. 

“No!” You laughed pressing a kiss against his cheek. “Marrying you. Although people consider us married anyway.” Mihawk chuckled, it was true. Mihawk supposed now that it had been properly brought up, it was worth considering to finally propose. His golden eyes observed you carefully and saw your eyes were growing heavy. That was a conversation best saved for the morning. 

KID

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Kid shouted as he looked at you standing hand in hand with none other than Strawhat Luffy, both of you dressed very clearly for a wedding. At his outburst you both turned to look at him in shared confusion. “Him? You’re seriously going to marry him! He’s a moron!”

“Only sometimes.” You shrugged before smiling dreamily at the Strawhat pirate. “He’s also super strong, and funny, and he’s King of the Pirates now so-”

“What? No he’s not!” Kid argued angrily trying to charge forward but every step he took kept him firmly on the same spot. This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be happening. You were with him! You had no interest in the pipsqueak Captain of the Strawhats like that. You weren’t as shallow to only be with something because of their title, you weren’t like that. You saw the good in people, you’d seen the good in him and you loved him. Of that much Kid was certain of. This just had to be some awful dream. He just needed to wake up and everything would be okay. 

“Kid!” Kid jolted upright with a yell meeting your bewildered gaze. “What is it? You were calling my name over and over. Are you okay?” You hesitated from touching him as out of fear he was still clinging to the nightmare he was waking from, not wanting to overwhelm him but you had to speak to him, to reassure him your were here. You watched as Kid steadied his breathing and reached out towards you with his good arm. Quickly you took his hand into both of yours and guided his fingers to rest against your collarbone so he could feel your steady heartbeat under your skin and feel the rise and fall of your chest, hoping he would copy the steadied breaths and calm. “I’m here, we’re safe in our room. What do you need?”

“Kill Strawhat.” Kid ground out tightly as he calmed, his fingers flexing around yours just a little tighter to ground him in the reality. Finally he let out a long, heavy sigh and shook his head. “Nah, he’s not worth my time. Just need you babe.” You let out a sigh of your own, soft and relieved to hear him speak and inched closer, smiling when his hand moved up to curl behind your neck and thread into your hair, pulling you in for a soft and gentle kiss. Parting he lay his forehead against yours, finding his ability to be vulnerable around you to be proof of the love you both shared.

“Promise me, even if that little runt becomes King of the Pirates and asks you to marry him, you’ll say no.”

“Kid, you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” You reassured him softly. “Don’t care about titles or any of that stuff but if you want to give me a ring and let me call you husband if it makes you feel better we can do that?”

“Did you just half-ass a proposal to me?” Kid asked with a grin, all worries from his dream vanishing instantly. 

“Not at all, Captain. Was just letting you know you can half-ass propose to me if you want.” With a laugh and a playful shove, Kid considered taking you up on the offer but now he had to wait for a while so that when he did propose, it would seem like it was all his idea.

KATAKURI

Another tea-party, another celebration filled with people and a feast of the finest food imaginable. Katakuri stood firmly in place, watching all of the guests and his family occupy the space, prepared for anything to happen. Like everything else, nothing would escape his sight and nothing would ruin his mother’s carefully planned party, he always made sure of that. Across the large garden he caught sight of the extravagant mountain-sized wedding cake and now he felt confused, he hadn’t known this was a wedding. Curiously he looked around, searching for his siblings to spot who would be the bride or groom. But then that thought went out of his head when he saw you of all people standing at the altar at the top of the cake. 

His heart all but skipped when he saw you but that led him to become even more confused. If you were up there and waiting to get married, why was he all the way down here and standing watch? He was madly in love with you and you loved him, so why were you both apart? Then you turned to face someone who was on top of the cake with you. Katakuri watched in dismay to see his brother Perospero take your hand in his and grin at you. Behind his thick layers of his scarf wound around the lower half of his face, Katakuri’s lips curled in a tight snarl and he gripped his arms tightly to control the mounting anger. Why was this happening?

From behind him he heard his mother’s loud laughter, delighted by the ceremony taking place on the cake she couldn’t wait to devour. Katakuri lowered his gaze and took a deep breath, of course. Big Mom did enjoy arranging marriages for her children and this was clearly one of her arrangements but he couldn’t help but feel the pain of how you’d been taken from him and he couldn’t do anything to intervene. Worse still, you didn’t even look like you wanted him to be in Prosperous place. 

Katakuri woke instantly, his eyes snapping open and his mind clearing just as fast. As though sensing the change in his body, you stirred from your comfortable place on his chest. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and yawned, Katakuri’s hand fell over your back, making sure to keep you comfortable knowing that your mind was still hazy and body was still heavy as it clung to the need for sleep. If he reassured you all was well quickly, you’d fall back into your own pleasant dreams in no time. “Kata…what’s the matter?” You mumbled, managing to crack your eyes open slightly to look at him. 

“Just a bad dream. I’m fine now.” Katakuri informed you simply, never needing to lie to you. 

“Hm, what kind of dream?” You asked, absently running your fingers over his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat that always lulled you to sleep.

“Dreamt mother had arranged for you to marry Perospero.” He explained, rubbing your back in response to your soothing touches. “I could only stand by and watch.”

“Sorry you had to dream such a thing but don’t worry that won’t happen.”

“If mother demanded it, I couldn’t fight against her wishes.” Katakuri mumbled, feeling his own mind grow hazy once more as your radiating warmth was coaxing him to sleep. He blinked when you abruptly pushed yourself up to frown at him in the dark. “What?”

“Katakuri…we’re already married.” You reminded him, lifting your hand to show the band of metal on your finger glinting in the moonlight. With a tired, amused huff at your husbands momentary lapse in memory you flopped back down onto your husband’s chest. 

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Fool

law x reader

you meet your former captain again after months, after having walked away from that unrequited feeling, not knowing that, in reality, he loved you too (part 1 - if only she knew but you can read and enjoy this even without reading the other one)

inspired by the song: fool by winner

a/n: uhm idk if this sucks but I did it based on my fav group's music so be nice eheh (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀)♡ also I firstly made it about zoro but then I got reminded of an old request (if only she knew) so I turned it into a sequel for law.

words count: 3.5k

tags: angst, argument, regrets from law

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The crowded port buzzes with life, laughter, and the scent of grilled seafood wafting through the air. You weren’t expecting to run into them, into him. But fate, it seems, has a cruel sense of humor.

The Heart Pirates.

You spot them before they see you, their familiar ship docked near the edge of the harbor. For a second, you consider turning around, walking away before anyone notices. But then a loud, familiar voice cuts through the air.

"Hey—! No way! It's you!" Penguin’s excited shout freezes you in place, and in an instant, all eyes are on you. The crew’s expressions shift from shock to joy, and before you know it, you’re being pulled into warm greetings, pats on the back, and teasing complaints about how long it’s been.

But one pair of eyes lingers on you longer than the rest. Law stands at the back, arms crossed, his usual unreadable expression in place. But there’s something there, a flicker of something in his golden gaze that you can’t quite place.

The tension is broken when Shachi grins "You gotta eat with us today! Just like old times. No excuses."

You hesitate, but your stomach betrays you, growling at the thought of a warm meal. And the truth is… you missed them. More than you’d like to admit.

"Fine," you sigh, rolling your eyes "But you’re paying."

The crew erupts in cheers, dragging you toward their ship, the warmth of old friendships making it impossible to say no.

Dinner is chaotic, loud, and full of laughter. The crew fills the space with stories of their latest misadventures, and for a while, it feels like nothing has changed. But beneath it all, you can feel the weight of his gaze on you, the space between you and him.

As the plates pile up and the drinks flow, the crew starts throwing casual questions your way.

“So, how have you been?” Bepo asks, his voice gentle, though his eyes are searching.

Shachi leans in with a knowing smirk “Yeah, how’s life been treating you?”

Their words are light, playful even, but you can hear the unspoken question beneath them. They all know. They knew before you left. They had seen the way you looked at your captain, the feelings you tried so hard to hide.

And they had seen the way he looked at you leaving, even if he never admitted it.

The room may be full of laughter, but there’s an undercurrent of tension, one that only grows when Law remains silent, nursing his drink and watching you from across the table.

Penguin nudges your arm, his grin teasing but his eyes soft “Bet you haven’t found anyone to boss you around like a certain captain of ours.”

You roll your eyes, playing along “Like I’d go looking for that.”

The table erupts in laughter, but there’s a knowing look exchanged between them all. They’re testing the waters, trying to see if your heart still beats for him, but careful not to push too far. And as much as you try to brush off their words, you know the answer. It never stopped.

From the other side of the table, Law exhales sharply, setting down his drink with just a little too much force.

The crew exchanges glances. They’ve been waiting for this. They had hoped that bringing you back, even if just for one night, would finally push the two of you to talk. But as they watch the tension build, they realize they can’t force this. Whatever needs to happen between you and Law can only happen if you’re alone.

Then something happens, maybe an accident, a spilled drink, or just the natural (or so they act like) shifting of the group, but suddenly, you and Law are alone. The noise of the crew fades into the background, leaving only the two of you there.

The setting sun paints the sky in shades of gold and pink as you stand outside the tavern, staring out at the ocean. The breeze tugs at your hair, but you don’t feel it. Your thoughts are elsewhere, tangled in the mess that the crew just made to leave you two alone.

And then Law.

He’s the only thing on your mind right now. He’s the reason your heart feels like it’s being torn in two for months, or even years at this point. You missed him like hell, but the words he said to you, before you left, will never leave your mind…

“Get lost from my sight.”

They echo in your ears, stinging with every memory of just one the moments he made you feel unwanted. He has always been distant, and you always tried to reach out. You tried so hard. But that night, everything in you snapped. You got tired of his anger, his harsh words, they cut deeper than anything you expected.

You turn away, unable to face him again. The tears threaten to spill at the memories, but you fight them back. His words hurt, but it’s more than that. It’s the feeling that something between you is broken now, something that can’t easily be fixed.

He doesn’t speak at first. Just stands there, close but not close enough. You can feel the space between you, thick with unspoken words and regret. Your back remains turned to him, but you don’t have to look to know he’s still standing there, his presence heavy in the air.

Finally, his voice breaks through the silence. It’s softer than you ever remembered, because now there’s something else... regret. You can hear it, and it twists something in your chest.

“Get lost from my sight.”

You don’t turn around. His words still feel like a slap in the face, even though the venom has faded from them. Law’s not speaking to you now. He’s speaking the truth of what he felt in the moment, the words he had let slip too many times in his anger.

“Those cruel words… I spat out without hesitation.” His voice trembles, a small crack breaking through his usual composure “Anyone can see… I was a fool.”

Your heart clenches at his words, but you don’t say anything. What’s there to say? He’s the one who pushed you away, and now, here he is, broken, admitting to it.

You take a deep breath, your throat tight, as you finally turn to face him. His gaze is on the floor, his fists clenched, but you can see the regret in his eyes. It’s raw. It’s real.

“Even if I’m sorry now, nothing changes. I know.” His voice is quieter now, the weight of what he’s said settling between you both “Nothing changes...” he repeats, more to himself than to you, as if trying to accept it.

Law steps closer, and you don’t move. You’re not sure if you want him to come closer. He’s the one who pushed you away, and yet, here he is, still reaching for you in his own way. His voice breaks the silence again.

“It’s okay to swear at me, even that’s not good enough. I just wanna hear your voice. I just wanna hear you talk to me...” His words feel fragile, like he’s hanging on by a thread, and you can feel his desperation in every syllable.

You open your mouth, but no words come out. What is there to say? What can you say after everything that’s happened?

“Fool, stupid. I now know it’s all my fault.” His voice cracks as he says it, the self-loathing dripping through every word “Dummy, idiot. I now know it’s all my fault.” He shakes his head, the weight of his mistakes crushing him “I pushed you away.”

You stand still, watching him, not knowing what to do. He’s broken, you can see that, but can you forgive him so easily? He hurt you so badly that part of you doesn’t know if you’re ready to let him back in.

Law takes another step toward you, this time closer than before, and you instinctively take a small step back. He notices but doesn’t say anything. He seems unsure of everything now.

“I said I was selfish. Only knew myself. I think I’m crazy.” His voice is barely above a whisper, the regret so deep it almost hurts to hear “It’s me who pushed you away.”

The words hit you like a punch. You know he’s not lying. He has been selfish. He’s pushed you away. But hearing him admit it… you want to believe that it’s enough, that his regret is real.

But still, you stay quiet, unsure of how to process the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

He steps even closer now, his eyes searching yours, like he’s begging you to say something, anything.

“I was a fool” His voice falters, and his gaze drops to the ground as he shakes his head “Even if I regret it now, nothing changes, and I know it.”

There it is again, the finality in his voice. He knows the damage is done. He knows you might never look at him the same way again. And that hurts. More than anything.

You feel your heart aching, but you don’t know what to do with it. His regret is clear, but is it enough? Is it enough to fix what he’s broken?

Law reaches out, but stops just short of touching you. His hand hovers in the air for a moment, and then he lets it fall, his shoulders slumping.

“I don’t care if it’s just a short moment. I'm glad I could see you once more… For the last time.”

His voice cracks, and you can feel the desperation in him. He wants something from you, but what? Forgiveness? Understanding?

“You used to dazzle, and now you’re far away. Going through the scattered memories, I long for you every day.” His words are soft now, almost pleading.

You take a shaky breath. His voice, his confession, it all makes you ache, but you still don’t know what to say. You want to reach out, to tell him that it’s okay, that you forgive him. But you’re not sure if you can just let it go that easily. The hurt is still there.

“Yes, I know I’m late. But please... I wish you could just come back as if nothing happened.” He speaks the words as if he’s begging the universe itself to let you come back to him. But you don’t know if you can.

You turn away, not because you want to, but because you don’t know how to respond. His words, his pain, they echo in your mind, but you’re not ready. Not yet.

The silence between you both is deafening. Law stands just a few feet away, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his face still full of regret and confusion. He doesn’t know what else to say. You can see it in his eyes he’s waiting for something, anything from you. His gaze flickers over your face, searching for a sign that you’ll let him in again.

But you can’t bring yourself to speak. You’re not sure if you can.

The world around you feels distant, like everything is happening in a dream, and you’re not sure if you want to wake up.

Law shifts his weight, taking another small step forward. You hear him inhale deeply, the weight of his next words heavy in the air.

“I know I’m late,” he says, voice barely a whisper, but it’s enough to cut through the silence “I know I messed up, and it’s my fault. I was selfish. I only thought about myself. And now… now look at what I’ve done.”

His words are raw, stripped of all his usual bravado. This is the Law you’ve never seen before, vulnerable, lost, and so deeply ashamed.

You feel your chest tighten as his words settle into your bones. The storm inside you rages on. You’re angry. You’re hurt. But you’re also confused. You want to hate him. You want to shout, to tell him how much he’s hurt you. But every time you look at him, every time you hear the sincerity in his voice, it feels like something in you starts to crumble.

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean the things I said. I… I was stupid. I didn’t think.” his voice cracks, and you can hear the frustration in his tone “You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve me being so… so careless.”

You stay silent. You can feel the anger rising in your chest, the hurt threatening to swallow you whole, but you can’t say it. Not yet. Not when he’s standing there, looking so torn apart.

Law takes another step closer, his voice trembling with the weight of his words.

“I know I was an idiot. A complete fool. I pushed you away, and now I’m the one who’s paying the price” He’s so close now you can almost feel the heat of his body, but the space between you both feels like a vast ocean. His eyes meet yours, and you can see the depth of his regret, the raw pain that he’s trying to hide “But I can’t stand this. I can’t stand being without you. I need to hear your voice. Please… just give me one more chance.”

His words hit you like a wave, crashing over you with all the force of the emotions you’ve been trying to bury. The storm inside you threatens to explode, and for a moment, you can’t hold it back anymore.

You turn to face him fully, your heart hammering in your chest. His gaze never wavers from yours, his expression pleading, desperate.

“Fool, stupid,” you hear him mutter again, almost to himself “I now know it’s all my fault.” He’s repeating it like some sort of mantra, the guilt weighing him down with every word.

You want to scream at him. You want to throw your anger in his face and tell him how much he’s hurt you, how much you’ve been suffering because of him. But instead, your voice cracks as you finally speak.

“Law…” Your voice is barely a whisper, but it’s enough to get his attention. His eyes lock onto yours, searching, hoping.

“I… I don’t know if I can just forgive you like that,” you say, your voice trembling “You hurt me. You pushed me away without thinking about how I felt. I gave you what you wanted before leaving for good. I gave you your space. All while I was hurting, thinking you hated me. And now you expect me to just forget it?”

Law flinches, the weight of your words hitting him harder than anything else. His face falls, guilt flashing across his features.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t even deserve it,” he says quietly, almost to himself “I just… I just want you to know that I’m sorry. I know it’s too late, but I needed to say it. I needed you to know that I was wrong. I’ve always been so focused on myself, on the crew, on work… but you were right there beside me, trying to help me and all I did was pushing you away because of my own pride.”

The sincerity in his words cuts through the tension like a knife. You can see it in his eyes now, the man you’ve known for so long, the captain who’s always carried himself with such confidence, now breaking down in front of you. He’s not just asking for your forgiveness. He’s asking for a chance.

You swallow hard, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. You’re torn. Part of you wants to forgive him, to reach out and pull him into your arms and tell him it’s okay, that everything will be fine. But another part of you feels like that would be too easy. Too quick.

Law’s head drops, his shoulders slumping in defeat. His hands fidget at his sides, unable to find comfort in anything. He’s exhausted, physically and emotionally, and it’s clear that he doesn’t know how to fix what’s broken.

“Please,” he whispers again, his voice barely audible “Just… just let me make it right.”

You stand there, torn between the feelings of anger, sadness, and the remnants of the love you’ve always had for him. His words are genuine, but is it enough? You don’t know. You don’t know if anything will be enough to undo the hurt he caused.

But as you look at him, really look at him, you see the pain in his eyes, and you feel the wall inside your heart start to crack.

You can’t undo the past. And maybe it’s too soon to forgive him fully. But you can’t let him keep carrying this weight by himself either.

You take a deep breath, your heart still racing in your chest.

“I don’t know, Law,” you say quietly “I’m not just going to pretend nothing happen.”

Law nods slowly, his expression a mix of regret and relief. He doesn’t speak, but you can see the understanding in his eyes. This is far from over. The road to healing, to forgiveness, will be long and difficult. But for now, this is a start.

“I know,” he whispers, stepping back, giving you space “I’m willing to wait. As long as it takes.”

You nod at him, because maybe that’s enough for now.

The silence between you and Law is thick, heavy with everything that has been said and everything that hasn’t. His eyes are still on you, searching, waiting, but you don’t know if you’re ready to give him a proper answer. Not yet. The emotions swirling inside you are too much, too tangled to sort through in just one moment.

Then, just as you open your mouth to say something the sound of hurried footsteps echoes from the shadows. Before either of you can react, the crew bursts into the room, their faces alight with mischief and unrestrained grins.

“Ahh, finally!” Penguin announces, throwing his arms up dramatically “Took you two long enough.”

Your stomach drops “Wait, what—”

Bepo nods sagely “We were listening the whole time... sorry.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you glance at Law, who pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply “Of course you were...” His voice is flat, but you can hear the underlying exasperation.

Shachi waves a hand dismissively “C’mon, Captain, don’t act like you’re mad. We did you a favor.”

“I didn’t ask for a favor” Law grumbles, crossing his arms.

The crew doesn’t care. Instead, they exchange knowing looks before turning their attention to you.

“So,” Ikkaku starts, leaning in with an eager expression, “does this mean you’re back?”

Your breath catches in your throat “I—”

“I mean, you missed us, right?” Shachi adds, wiggling his eyebrows “And you obviously missed our dear Captain here.”

You shoot him a glare, but the heat creeping up your face betrays you. Law, for his part, looks about two seconds away from kicking them all out, but the crew is relentless.

“Look,” Penguin says, his grin softening into something more genuine, “we just want you to be happy. Both of you.”

Bepo nods again “You belong with us. With him.”

Your heart twists at their words, and you glance at Law, who’s watching you carefully. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something there, hope, uncertainty, a silent question only you can answer.

The room feels impossibly small with all eyes on you, but deep down, you already know what you want. You’ve known all along. This is your family. And Law… Law is the person who has always held your heart, no matter how much pain the journey brought you.

Taking a deep breath, you meet Law’s gaze and finally speak “If you’ll have me… I’d like to stay.”

For the first time that night, Law’s lips twitch into the ghost of a smile “Idiot,” he mutters, but his voice is softer now, tinged with relief “You never had to ask.”

The crew erupts into cheers, celebrating your return like it’s the greatest victory of all. Shachi and Penguin slap Law on the back, while Bepo all but tackles you into a hug. The warmth of their acceptance, their excitement, is overwhelming, but it’s exactly what you needed.

Law doesn’t say anything else, the crew slaps his back more and he loses his balance and is now close enough that your shoulders brush.

Your eyes meet his, and for a moment, everything else fades away. A faint blush dusts both your cheeks as you get lost in the quiet intensity of his gaze, drawn into each other as if the rest of the world has ceased to exist.

The noise in the room gradually dies down as the crew starts noticing, nudging and elbowing each other with smirks and wide grins. One by one, they fall silent, watching as you and Law remain caught in each other’s stare, completely oblivious to everything around you.

Then, just as the moment stretches unbearably long, Shachi clears his throat loudly “Oi, oi, are you two gonna keep making heart eyes at each other or what?”

The spell shatters instantly. You and Law both snap back to reality, faces burning, while the crew bursts into laughter and cheers once more.

Despite the teasing, despite the embarrassment, you can’t stop the small, genuine smile that tugs at your lips. Because in this moment, with Law beside you and your family around you, everything feels right.

You’re home.

[st4rpiece]

sleeping separately after an argument pt. 1

SFW

characters: luffy, zoro, usopp, and sanji x fem! reader summary: how the strawhat boys would react to you sleeping alone after an argument CW: mainly fluff, slight angst others: not proofread, lowercase intended, and pictures found on pinterest

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Monkey D. Luffy

luffy doesn't handle conflict well, especially not one with someone he cares deeply about. after the argument you guys had earlier, he would never suspected that you would sleep else where for the night.

at first, he would brush it off, thinking you just needed some space and that you would return to your shared room soon. but, as the night wore on, he'd find himself restless. constantly tossing and turning unable to lay as comfortably as before now that he was alone. luffy would eventually get up and wander over to your old room.

knowing him he’d poke your face (gently of course) while whispering, "hey, are you still mad at me?" his big eyes would reflect genuine concern and confusion. but because you were asleep you couldn’t respond, so he would get into your bed and curl up next to you, determined to be close even if you were still upset. you’d wake up the next day to a goofy grin and a sincere apology, as he was eager to make things right.

Roronoa Zoro

arguments with zoro are often intense but short-lived. so when you decide to sleep separately after a fight, zoro (like luffy) would be taken aback. however he, unlike luffy, would initially be too proud to go after you. so instead he’d brood silently, replaying the argument in his head while sharpening his swords.

you were the dramatic one. right?

as the night deepened, his stoic façade would crack, causing the gnawing sense of regret to seep in. he’d eventually get up, quietly making his way to your old room.

“babe?” his voice was uncharacteristically soft cautiously enters the room. after seeing your sleeping figure his demeanor immediately softens.

without a word, he'd lie down on the floor next to your bed, his presence a silent apology. he would wake up before you like usual but after breakfast he would pull you aside giving you a gruff but sincere apology, his actions speaking louder than his words.

God Ussop

usopp is sensitive and prone to overthinking. after any argument, he'd probably be filled with anxiety and self-doubt. which would worsen after you decide to sleep separately. he'd pace around, muttering to himself and crafting elaborate scenarios in his head of what this could mean.

is this it?

do you not love him anymore?

were you going to break up with him?

eventually, he'd muster the courage to approach you, armed with a heartfelt speech. ready to kneel beside you and pour his heart out with the promise to do better. but after walking to your old room and seeing you sleep so soundly his resolve would soften. not wanting to wake you he would leave telling himself that he’d apologize in the morning.

instead of going to bed though he would go to his factory deciding to make you a small gift to show his sincerity. he would place that along with a short an apology letter by your door. hoping to give you a better apology in the morning.

Vinsmoke Sanji

sanji would be devastated if you chose to sleep separately after an argument. unlike usopp, he wouldn’t overthink it. he knows you love him just needed some space. despite thinking that, he would never let you go to sleep upset especially not at him.

so he'd spend the majority of the night in the kitchen, preparing ingredients for tomorrow and making you a midnight snack.

with a tray of food on hand he’d softly knocks on the door of your old bedroom, his voice both gentle and cautious. “my love? i brought food. can i come in so we can talk?”

your lights were on so he knew you were up, after waiting for a minute or so he would let out a relieved sigh as you opened the door and making room for him to enter.

you guys would spend the rest of the night talking about your argument except this time with a much clearer head. once he knew that you both were on the same page he would bring you back to your share room to sleep.

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hi guys! thanks for reading, this is my first attempt at writing hc so idk if i did it right lol but it was fun!! i also have a couple more characters in my draft using this idea. i’ll post them if this does well (fingers crossed).

part 2 is posted!!

[traflawgar]

talking in your sleep.

when you accidentally confess while sleep-talking.

includes: law, zoro

TAGS: FLUFF, pre-relationship, gn.reader.

NOTES: this is my first time trying to write something for one piece, be nice to me.

law

You were always a sleep talker. Ever since you were a child, there wasn't one night when you didn't spout nonsense. From intelligible words to downright terrifying things—Bepo still checked for mysterious shadows after the night you rose from the bed and mumbled about something following him—the crew had gotten used to it.

It was that why, after falling asleep on a book during a long night researching with Law, he didn't even flinch when you started mumbling. Not until you said, or he thought you said, his name. It could've been nothing more than random sounds strung together by your sleeping brain, but he found himself putting down the book and straining his ears anyway.

The silence stretched. You nuzzled into the book you had been reading. A soft sigh left your lips. Law leaned in closer.

"...ove you, Law... I love you."

Time slowed. His heart stopped, then resumed its beating full force. A lazy smile appeared on his face. He allowed himself to sink into the pure, deep love he felt for you.

"I won't say it back," he started, hand reaching to stroke your cheek. "Not until you're awake. Just you wait."

zoro

Zoro had long ceased to make up excuses to join you when it was your turn to keep watch. A simple "hey" replaced the clumsy "I couldn't sleep" and "You'll probably fall asleep anyways" he used to spout. A mutual understanding that no lies needed to cover up the truth: he liked to spend time with you. Quiet time with you, away from the loud and exuberant nature of the crew.

Eventually, you had started to join him on his rounds as well. Sitting peacefully side by side, sharing a bottle of sake from time to time. Nodding off on his shoulder when your eyelids became too heavy.

Zoro had taken to sitting close enough to you so that, when you eventually fell asleep, he could reposition your head on his solid shoulder and avoid any future neck pain. A gesture he struggled to convince himself was purely out of camaraderie. No ulterior motives, no hidden reasons. He'd do it for anyone on the crew, right?

It took hearing your asleep confession for him to accept that maybe, perhaps, it was possible he did feel something more for you. The moment he heard the soft "Zoro, I love you" come out of your mouth, he froze with the bottle of sake halfway to his lips. He sat like that, so still he could've been a statue, until he felt you cuddle closer to him.

Posture relaxing, he leaned his head into yours and went on keeping watch. Perhaps tomorrow would be more interesting than he had expected.

TRAFLAWGAR 2024

[clare-875]

For You (Zoro x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Zoro x Reader Summary: You take a life-threatening blow for Zoro in battle and he is marred with guilt. Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Descriptions of Injury and Blood, Mention of Death, Swearing [One Piece Masterlist] _____

Your limbs ache, breath coming in short and painful increments, but you can't seem to stop. More like you can't allow yourself to. Once again, your beloved crew was in battle with an opposing pirate crew, and it was proving very difficult to come to victory.

You had long since separated from Luffy but assumed he was still fighting in the distance with the rival Captain if the massive blows and faraway destructions were anything to go by. Your less battle-inclined crewmembers were even further from you, no doubt fighting subordinates of the adversary out of town. But you were one of the main combatants of the crew and thus were in the depths of a gruelling battle with formidable commanding officers of the enemy.

You remember last seeing Sanji a short time ago, but to your right, you can hear the impacts of your boyfriend's vicious swords as he fights his opponents. You found slight comfort in that; Zoro never strayed too far from you in battles. Despite his undying trust in your abilities, he found solace in the fact that he could support you if needed, his protective instincts flaring when it came to you.

"Is that all you've got?!"

You grimace and sidestep your opponent, who thinks he's got the upper hand, as you are momentarily lost in your thoughts. The impact of his blow trembles upon the Earth, but you feel yourself unfazed. You lift your weapon of choice, your prized axe, and it hums with unnatural energy.

"I could ask the same of you! Have you even landed a single blow?! "

You yell out, a mocking grin on your face despite the utter fatigue that fills you. The earlier battles you had won were catching up to you, and though your current opponent was stronger, he was still nothing you couldn't handle. Blood seeps from his skin and bruises litter his body, clear remnants of your earlier attacks vastly contrasting the way you appeared so unscathed.

You witness rage fill his features at your words as he swings wildly, his weird weapons flung carelessly in the air. He rushes towards you, but you grin, ready to deal the finishing blow. Your axe hums louder, energy pouring into it, and taking on a fighting stance, you react to your opponent's proximity. His incoherent shouts suddenly disappear as you slice through him in one swift movement, and he grunts when he hits the floor unmoving.

Your axe hums to silence once more, and you finally look around you, taking in a long-awaited breath. The battlefield was lost to destruction, and dozens of enemies lay static around you. You groan as you stretch your limbs idly, fighting the want to fall asleep right then and there. Though you were not hurt beyond the rare scrape or bruise, exhaustion threatened to pull you to the floor, and your vision blurred. Head sharply ringing, you shake it, more important things on your mind.

Your crew's safety.

Zoro.

Gritting your teeth, you force yourself to move. Though your boyfriend was more than, if not the most capable fighter next to Luffy, it didn't mean your worry was nonexistent. How could it be? Most times, your concern was through the roof. Your boyfriend: always overworking himself, always putting himself before the safety of the crew, always fighting the deadliest of enemies.

There's a shriek of a weapon in the distance, and a nearby blow, and your heart thumps a bit faster despite yourself. Pushing back debris, your muscles groan in protest, but you push through into an opening where you finally see a bed of green hair and three familiar swords. You witness sharp eyes flicker to you for a millisecond and the deranged smirk your boyfriend bears seems to grow, proud you have won your battles and satisfied you will be there to witness his own victory.

But you are not met with the same reassurance he seems to have.

Your boyfriend was drenched in what looked like blood... his blood. And when he turns, you see the remnants of a gash on the side of his chest, clearly from having been impaled by the weapon of one of the men he fought. Speaking of which, the opponent he fights now seems unnaturally powerful, towering over his form and with Zoro’s blood on his weapon. Still, you tried to hold onto your faith as you witnessed your boyfriend take on a familiar stance.

"Oni-giri!!"

The dark aura that surrounds him ignites, and even from a short distance away, you can see the fear envelop his opponent's eyes. Zoro slices through him easily, his blades in the air as blood is torn from his opponent, and he falls limp to the floor. You smile in relief that he too has won his battles and your boyfriend who seems more exhausted and injured than he usually is after battle finally sheathes his swords and turns to meet you.

You go to run to him, and his grin widens despite the way he holds onto his side, blood pouring onto his fingers. Adrenaline in his body seems to fade as he finds comfort in the fact you are safe and his battles are won.

"Hey babe, what took you so long?"

You roll your eyes as you approach, about to throw his words back at him, but your voice suddenly gets caught in your throat; your eyes pick up on strange movements just behind him. There is a glint of a weapon beyond your boyfriend's oblivious gaze. Maybe it is his fatigue after hours of constant battle, and blood loss making him less inclined to listen to his senses as he looks to you, but you know he does not see.

"ZORO!!"

Your scream ripples through the air, urging him to notice, but it is too late, the weapon - a sword - is aimed right at your boyfriend's back. Zoro's brows pull together as you approach, vision slightly askew from the brunt of earlier attacks, but he sees an emotion etched clearly on your face. Fear. His heart rate picks up, and lack of oxygen from over-exertion makes his mind hazy as he tries to figure out what troubles you. However, instead of running to him as he thought, you run into him hard, knocking him to the side.

Suddenly it is as though you are torn between numbness and agony.

Adrenaline courses through you as you feel an unbearable pain rip through your torso, nerves and muscles rippling against the cold intrusion of a sword. Though you had managed to push Zoro away from the man who stabbed you, you were now in his place and you had never felt such indescribable pain. Your limbs turn instantly rigid and your vision churns harshly, your body begging you to move away from the affliction. You can hear the scream of your name beneath the mocking laughter of the man who has just stabbed you.

"[Y/N]!!"

There is an instantaneous swing of a sword, and the blurred image of the enemy falls limp on your side before he can even dream of retrieving the weapon ingrained in your body. However, you feel your own body falter on your feet, and the world suddenly turns against your will, as you fall to your knees.

Zoro instantly reacts, unsettling fear penetrating his system and causing his usually sure hands to tremble as he catches you. Shock is all that fills his system, confounded about how quickly his reunion with you has turned into hell on Earth. His eyes are wild, searching your face and the weapon still ingrained in your body for an indication that this somehow wasn't reality; that he hadn't failed to protect you. But warmth fills his hands, your blood mingling with his own from earlier, and in its stead, your limbs start to lose their heat.

"[y-y/n]"

Zoro, still in such disbelief finds no words coming to him, vision still hazy now churning and causing sickness to fill in his gut. He is only brought to his senses when you let out a cry of pain, eyes squeezed tightly shut, nerves bristling within your body. Then, it is like new-found energy fills Zoro's system as he brings you into his arms, careful not to cause the weapon to move any deeper within you. Zoro reacts, cradling your form to his, limbs moving but only acting on sheer will, his mind still lost in terror.

"[y/n], stay with me, don't you die on me!"

He runs desperately looking around the clearing for any sort of help that may come to him, hoping for once that his horrible sense of direction is not the cause of your death. Your eye-sight blears, whimpering at the pain that slowly becomes too much for you to bear. Zoro looks back and forth between you and his surroundings, you try your best to concentrate on his face. Never had you seen your boyfriend so frantic, so far from composure. His stoic facade seems to unravel quickly at the desperation between his shouts, and the sharp way his eyes travel to your injury.

"Damn it! [y/n], don't- don't, keep your eyes open-"

You want to comfort him, to grant him peace of mind, but your body is pulling you to an easy escape from the pain that dulls your system. You don't know how much time has passed but you know it has only been a minute, and your vision starts to fade. Fear stumbles into you at the thought that you could actually die, right here and now. You witness Zoro's eyes widen at the sight of your mulled senses but you can no longer hear the words that slip desperately past his lips.

In a last attempt at goodbye, you lift a bloodied hand as high as you can and try pulling your lips upwards in what you know to be the smallest of smiles. Your bloodied hand smears Zoro's chest before all energy is lost to you and it falls limp.

"[Y/N]!!"

Amid your boyfriend yelling to you to keep your eyes open, your vision fades to black. And lost in his unfamiliar fear, Zoro does something he never thought he would do.

He yells for his crew.

He yells for you.

.....

Cold.

Cold is the air that surrounds Zoro as he witnesses Chopper close the door to the infirmary in a fit of worry and urgency. Blood still coats his hands where he held you, his own injuries neglected in the wake of your near-fatal ones. And for the first time in a long time, Zoro is rendered speechless, numb and motionless.

Luck is what saved him from prompt grief, but the chance that he could still lose you looms overhead.

In his franticity, a man he would usually be less than happy to see had heard his calls for help. Sanji. He had led you and Zoro quickly to aid. More luck had appeared in the unlikely presence of the Heart Pirates, their Captain, quickly taking you from him despite his protests and Chopper doing all he could to stabilise you. Now the weapon ingrained in you had finally been removed, blood prevented from vacating your body, and Chopper and Law worked hard to keep things that way.

Zoro is static as he still stares at the door, as though willing you to open it unscathed, alive and well, but his reality has now been turned in his head and he is left numb. He clenches and unclenches his fists, shock not allowing him to think, still in complete denial of the events that had happened though deep down he knows they have.

Your scream for his name, your smile morphing into a look of fear, his stupidity in letting down his guard, your harsh hands pushing him out of the way.

Why? Why why why... He was supposed to protect you and prevent even the smallest injuries from touching your skin, but now he was the reason you were on the brink of death. Why had you pushed him out of the way? Why had you insisted on saving him? He could've taken it, and even if he couldn't he would rather have died a hundred times than see this fate befall you.

A careful hand is placed on his shoulder, and Zoro's eyes turn, sharp and dark to its beholder.

Sanji looks grimly at the swordsman he usually argues with, unable to find many words to comfort him. But the crew were still scattered around the island, the only ones present apart from him being Chopper and Law who worked on you frantically.

"She'll be okay. [y/n]-san is strong."

Zoro growls low under his breath, shrugging off Sanji's hand though the cook does not seem to be fazed by his irritation. An anger sparks within Zoro, and though he knows that it is all for himself he turns to the cook with his unbridled rage.

"You don't know that cook!"

Sanji again does not flinch, but as he witnesses the green-haired swordsman's eyes flicker with a flurry of emotions, empathy clouds his vision. The crew had all been shocked to find out that you and Zoro were dating, Sanji more than crestfallen that you had been taken by the swordsman. But each day proved the amount of care you held for Zoro; the amount of love. And the swordsman could try to hide it all he wanted, but even ignorant crewmembers had seen how much gentler, how much softer Zoro was around you.

Always searching for you during and after battles. Always saving a spot for you at the dinner table. Always with his welcoming arms whenever you wanted to join him for a nap. His sweet caresses, his gentle care, his anger whenever a breath of an insult was muttered your way.

He watches as Zoro turns, unanchored now that you are no longer there to ground him and pulled back behind the strong walls you thawed. A fist flies through the air and through the wall opposite the infirmary, crackling and leaving a large hole as Zoro retrieves his fist.

"Fuck..."

Sanji says nothing as Zoro walks away, hoping beyond the Gods that you would be okay.

.....

A week.

A week had passed since Zoro had seen the glimmer of your open eyes or the smile that enlightened your features.

A week, and Zoro was yet to go into the room where you still lay unconscious.

He had remembered the sounds of the commotion that had taken place when other crewmembers had returned to the Sunny, shocked beyond belief to see one of their strongest friends on the brink of her death. Luffy had been almost inconsolable in his demanding to see you and make sure you were okay, but Zoro had not had the heart to go greet them. He stays, cooped up in the crow's nest, silent and with frigid images of you torturing his mind.

He found himself surprisingly grateful that Sanji had been there to answer the questions thrown about what had happened to you. It had made it more bearable when crewmembers had come to him in the room where he stayed unmoving, muttering comforts that blew over his head. Even his captain's words of determination that you would pull through did nothing to lift his head or his hope.

Now as the days mulled on, Zoro overworks himself if only to remove the image of you bloodied and harmed in his mind. He doesn't count the reps of swings he contends as he brings weights to the air and lowers them, never stopping his movement. Slowly his anger had chruned with remorse and an unbearable guilt.

He blamed himself.

Though he was angry early on at your carelessness and your thoughtless action to save him. That anger pointed to himself now, and he was much less forgiving of the things he held against himself. He had let his guard down, had lost himself to the relief of a battle he thought he'd won but had not finished off, and you had paid the price. Your hazy gaze and the blood that he just couldn't seem to rid of on his skin taunt him until sleep is fruitless and static silence, insufferable.

He should've been stronger, sharper, better.

There is a knock to the door, and the clatter of plates, and the swordsman knows that it is the crew's cook once more leaving food to quench a hunger he no longer cared for.

"Oi, Marimo. You need to eat, otherwise you'll be no use to [y/n]-san once she wakes up."

Zoro doesn't reply to the cook, and he doesn't heed his words. If. Zoro wants to say. If she wakes up. But what if she doesn't? What then? Zoro knows already the pain of losing someone close to him, but you? He doesn't know if he would ever recover. He doesn’t know if he could ever let someone in again, if he could continue on pretending like the dream of you and him wasn't lost to the blade of a faceless enemy.

If he could pretend he didn't fail.

"The crew are worried. Just... think of what [y/n]-san would say if-"

The cook seems to cut himself off, and Zoro does not see but Sanji's eyebrows are pulled together, expression dismal and worried for you. The Sunny was much too quiet recently. Without your joyous banter, teasing remarks, comforts and laughter, there is a hole in the crew that cannot seem to be filled. Crewmembers were sullen, and quiet and even Luffy had resigned to waiting in stillness for you to wake. The whole crew adored you and missed you, and they had not seen your boyfriend much since the incident.

Zoro's movements falter at the cook's words as the weights in his grasp come to a sharp halt. He hears Sanji's footsteps step away, but in place of him, tears threaten to cascade down the swordsman's face. It seems a week of denial and regret has reduced him to vulnerability. He uses the back of his hand to rub his face irritably, releasing his weights and gritting his teeth harshly. And all of a sudden, he is filled with a different type of remorse.

He had made his crew worry. He had yet to see you.

He was a coward.

Zoro stays still for what feels like hours, but then, it is like his body is reacting on its own and he moves. He unlocks and opens the door to the crow's nest. A breath of fresh air in the crisp, cool night, and suddenly it is like his body realises how bad his overexertion has been. Muscles feel like they tear over his bones, and his form feels heavy, strength lost to his lack of food. He moves down to the deck of the ship, the boat moving quietly as it cuts through the ocean.

He trudges through the Sunny with slow steps, until he reaches the door to where you lay.

Zoro is still for a moment, unsure of what to expect. And in all honesty, he was scared. The Roronoa Zoro was terrified about what he would find. Would you be dead the instant he opened the door? Would you wake only to remember nothing of him or the crew? Would you stay still and unconscious forever?

Gritting his teeth, he curses himself.

He was the man, set to become the world's greatest swordsman goddammit. The swordsman of the fated Pirate King. And he would be damned if mere trepidation is what keeps him from seeing his woman.

He turns the door and enters.

He sees you for the first time in a week.

Soft moonlight falls from a window to your left, seeping onto your skin. You were unnaturally still, but nothing was protruding from your torso, no blood slipping past open wounds, and a surprising lack of medical instruments suspended from your form. You could've been sleeping if not for the bandage around your upper body, and the monitor to your side steadily rising and falling to the rhythm of your heart.

Tightness grips his heart as he looks at you.

If only he had been stronger.

If only he had been more vigilant.

But he also finds in him, the first breath of relief he had held from himself.

You were alive.

He doesn't know why he thought the worst, though the last he saw you he thought you would die. But now, all he does is drown in the relief of your living presence. The tightness of his hands loosens along with the ache in his chest. Fatigue builds and the exhaustion of such high emotions falls in the alleviation. He walks over to you and caresses one of your hands in his, still colder than he would've liked, but with a lingering warmth that has him able to breathe.

He looks at your face, serene and free of the pain that had plagued you mere days ago. You seemed at peace. Zoro lightly pushes away a strand of hair that falls upon your cheek, allowing himself an intimate moment with you. He then, presses a kiss to your forehead, feather-light, before he sits purposefully on the floor beside your bed. Tiredness takes over him, but his hands lay taut on his swords; damned if he doesn't protect you as you lay unconscious. He doesn't know what he guards you from now safely on the Sunny, but he allows himself the comfort of you next to him to free him of burdenous thoughts.

He sleeps for the first time in days.

.....

When you wake you are uncomfortable.

A dull and incessant pain ripples through your torso and your throat is dry beyond belief. Eyes fight the intrusion of soft light as you look around confused, your breath coming in short increments. You hear a beeping in the background matching the pace of your heart.

Where am I?

Where is everyone?

Where's Zo-

As your eyes travel frantically around the room you are in, you finally spot a bed of green hair at the foot of your bed.

Zoro...

Then, your memories flood back in: your desperation to save your boyfriend, the sharp intrusion of a sword, his shouts for you to stay with him, a silent goodbye.

Tears fall past your lashes but you are overcome with the relief that he was okay and well. You go to sit up, desperately wanting water that, lucky for you, was placed on the bedside table for when you woke. However, at a sudden movement, you involuntarily let out a sharp gasp, and your boyfriend stirs.

When Zoro opens his eyes, he too is momentarily lost in the confusion of his surroundings, and then he remembers. But his sharp senses are brought forth when he realises there is movement from the bed he sleeps beside, and he startles, only to meet your open eyes looking sheepishly at him.

"Oops, sorry Zoro, I just wanted a dri-"

"[y/n]..."

Zoro's voice is almost breathless as he frantically moves so that he is standing beside you and not on the floor. You almost laugh at the way he moves so quickly to your side, unable to hide a smile. However, it almost instantly falters when you witness rare tears line his eyes. Zoro's heart pounds in his chest as he looks at you, waiting patiently for him to collect himself, eyes shining with worry for his strange behaviour. But in his mind, there rushes one thought.

You are awake.

"Zoro, you okay?"

You ask, eyebrows pulled together in confusion. You assumed you had only been unconscious for a few hours, maybe a day, and so are stunned to silence when Zoro's low voice reaches your ears.

"You were unconscious, for a week."

His words are cracked and gravelly, as though he had not spoken a word in a while. Your eyes widen, but Zoro continues as you look on.

"You could've died [y/n]. I- I'm supposed to protect you goddammit woman. Why did you have to take the blade, I could've taken it! You weren't supposed to get hurt! I- How could you-"

Zoro's mind is scrambled with everything he wants to say, but instead, words of anger are pushed forth in his inability to process his emotions. Luckily for him, you realise, what a toll he must've been through. You knew you would likely lose your mind if the same thing had happened to Zoro, God you could basically relate what with the events of Thriller Bark entering your mind. You watch as he scrambles, eyes sharp with feigned anger that you know is worry.

"Zoro," you breathe, gently taking a hand that comes undone beneath your touch. "I couldn't just let you die, besides, scars on the back are a swordsman's shame." You murmur your words, seeing the way Zoro's eyes ignite with light. The man who had stabbed you had first aimed at your boyfriend's back; the man you knew aspired to be the greatest swordsman. You would not dishonour him, but more importantly, you would not see him get hurt, but apparently, he could not see you injured either.

"I would've taken the shame a hundred times over this."

"I don't regret my choices."

Zoro meets your determined gaze, a shine within them he missed. You still seemed pale, too pale for his liking. Your form seemed smaller due to the loss of blood and days unconscious, but you were still beautiful. Still, the strong, stubborn, loyal and devoted woman he fell in love with.

You look at your boyfriend the same way.

He seemed smaller, less muscle adorned his features, face dull from lack of sleep. He seemed withered but relieved, and you furrow your eyebrows once more, knowing that he had likely not looked after himself as you lay unconscious.

"Zoro, have you been eating properly?"

You murmur suspiciously, but your boyfriend seems to retrieve himself from what reverie he was in as he meets your enlightened gaze once more. His reply is an answer in itself as he looks to you.

"Don't pull that shit, again."

You roll your eyes but smile, Zoro's relief and care in a caress as he looks to you causing your heart to jolt.

"You know I can't make that promise."

However, just as Zoro is about to retort once more, the door to the infirmary smacks open, and in plunges Chopper. Comical tears cascade over his face, face torn between utter relief and utter joy.

"[Y/N]!! You're awake!! I was so worried!!"

You smile at the doctor you knew had a part in saving your life. Soon, more members of the crew are barging in to claim their relief and give you tearful hugs. Zoro tries to dispel his annoyance at the interruption of your time together, but he cannot help the small smile that reaches his face at the sight of you. You were there, alive, and happy, and the crew seemed all the more relieved for it.

"Now that [y/n]'s awake, it's time for a banquet!!"

Your Captain yells out in his glee and happiness as he clings to you, all the while Chopper scolds him for his roughness in the wake of your injuries. Nami is still hugging your arm in relief and Robin smiles from your bedside. Crewmembers shout in their happiness and Sanji meets Zoro's gaze knowingly. The crew were finally back to their normal selves, and Zoro would soon get there too. But throughout the whole exchange, Zoro's hand not once, lets go of yours.

[madwomansapologist]

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

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

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

He curses those vermin that stole the joy of victory.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The box was filled to the brim.

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

If only you had looked at him.

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

“It will be.”

A promise Crocodile intended to fulfill.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then you sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shuffle the cards and leave”, you ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And why is that?”

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

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

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

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

Just like a pirate would.

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

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

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

“You’ll pay for this one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A fucking monster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are worth way more than eighty million.”

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

“Do I look insane?”, you moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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