#one piece funny

[inseobts]

Ghost Knife

strawhat crew x winter soldier!reader (platonic)

inspired by bucky barnes (marvel) - after getting separated from the other strawhats you return as the world government’s masked assassin with orders to kill them all. but then memories begin to resurface and so does the person you used to be.

a/n: omg I had a huge crush on bucky at some point so thank you anon for this request lmao

words count: 4.3k

tags: platonic, sabaody archipelago arc spoilers, kidnapping, brainwashing, torture, angst, hurt/comfort, cybernetic arm

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

“Robin!”

Your voice cracks as you watch her vanish into thin air. One second she’s there, eyes wide, body tense, and the next, she’s gone. Swallowed by that giant’s palm. Sent flying through nothingness by Kuma’s strange power.

You run to where she stood, hand outstretched “Robin!”

The man, the machine, turns toward you.

Your breath catche “Don’t you dare.”

He says nothing. Just moves.

“Y/N!” Luffy yells from behind, voice full of panic “Run!”

You try to run. Kuma’s too fast. In a blink, his hand slams down.

You land hard. Cold floor. White lights. The air smells like metal and bleach.

You groan, pushing yourself up “Where…?”

Then pain shoots through your side. You curl up, coughing.

“Subject is awake, she forgot again.” a voice says above you. Mechanical. No kindness.

You blink through the blur. A face leans close with goggles, gloves, clipboard.

“Where am I?” you whisper.

He ignores your question “Sedate her again.”

“No!” You try to stand, but hands grab your arms. Straps hold your legs. A needle pricks your neck.

Your world fades to black.

The days bleed together.

They don’t call you by name. They call you Asset. Like a tool. Like a thing.

You scream the first time they put you in that chair. Metal clamps, flashing lights. They press buttons. You forget how many days pass. You forget the sound of Luffy’s laugh. Nami’s voice. Zoro’s snoring.

You try to run.

One day, you make it to a hallway before someone shoots your leg. You fall. They drag you back.

They don’t punish you with words. They punish you with fire.

“You’re stubborn,” the woman says. She has short black hair and cold eyes “Most subjects break after three weeks. You’ve lasted five.”

You spit at her.

She slaps you “Fine. We’ll go further.”

The next time you try to run away you then wake up with your left arm gone.

You scream until your throat bleeds.

“You don’t have to be in pain,” they say “Just obey.”

You don’t speak.

They give you a new arm. It’s metal. Heavy. Cold. It hums when you move it.

They teach you how to fight like a machine.

They wipe memories. Try to bury your name.

But in your dreams, Luffy still grins “You’re our nakama!”

Zoro still says “Tch. Don’t get soft.”

Usopp still brags “I’ll protect you!”

Robin still reads with you under the sun.

They can’t take that from you.

At least not yet.

Later on, the voice returns, steady and cold, always the same, “Who are you?”

You answer like they trained you to “I am Weapon Unit 27.”

“What is your mission?”

“Obey. Eliminate targets. No emotion. No hesitation.”

Your voice doesn’t shake anymore. Not like the first time. Or the fiftieth. But when you sleep, if they let you, shadows curl at the edge of your mind. Laughter. A rubbery arm slinging around your shoulders. Someone yelling about meat. Orange hair in the sunlight.

You reach for it but always end waking up screaming.

The woman with the cold eyes, Commander Drayke, watches as you fight in the simulation room. You’re faster now. Your metal arm crushes steel like paper. You don’t flinch when blades touch skin.

“She’s nearly ready,” Drayke says “Complete memory collapse in progress.”

The man beside her, white coat, tired face, glances at his screen “Her brain patterns still show flickers.”

“She’ll forget,” she says “Sooner or later.”

You now sit in your cell. Metal walls. One bed. One sink. One screen.

A small bird taps on the bars, black feathers, a bag tied to its leg.

News Coo.

The guard grabs it, rips the newspaper free, tosses it into your room.

“Read. Stay updated. Don’t fall behind.”

You almost ignore it.

Then your eyes catch two names.

PORTGAS D. ACE AND MONKEY D. LUFFY

The paper crinkles in your hands.

Luffy.

Ace.

The names itch in your chest.

You stare at their faces. Luffy’s wild smile. The straw hat on his back. Ace, strong and scarred, fire dancing in his hands.

You tilt your head.

“Why do they look… familiar?” you whisper.

You flip the page. There’s a bounty poster. A crew. Pirates.

The words Strawhat Pirates ring in your ears. It makes something in you tighten. Like a string pulled too hard.

Your hand trembles. You clutch your head.

Something hurts. Deep.

Like static in your skull.

“No. I don’t know them” you mutter.

But a voice inside you says: Liar.

Year 1, Month 8

Location: Secret Government Base – North Blue

The Winter Soldier... you stand motionless in the training room. Your breath is slow. Controlled. Your mask hides the lines of your face, but not the stillness of your new soul.

You don’t remember the ocean, the Going Merry, your family.

Only orders. Only targets. Only missions.

“Tell me what you are” the voice echoes from the intercom.

She answers with no hesitation.

“I am the blade of justice.”

“And who do you serve?”

“The World Government.”

“And your purpose?”

“To eliminate threats.”

“Good girl,” says Drayke “Deploy her.”

Same time - Weatheria, Sky Island

Nami lounges under a cloud tree, weather scrolls beside her. She flips open the latest News Coo with a sigh.

“Huh,” she mumbles “Another article about that assassin again…”

She reads aloud “The Winter Soldier has completed 35 high-level government missions. No survivors left at any site. Her origin is unknown. World Nobles call her their ‘Ghost Knife.’”

She frowns, “Creepy.”

She turns the page, trying to ignore the chill down her spine.

Kuraigana Island – Wasteland Castle

Zoro slices through a falling boulder like it’s paper. Perona floats nearby, holding up a newspaper.

“Hey, Moss-For-Brains, have you seen this? New assassin. Woman. Metal arm. Wears a mask. Total psycho.”

“Not interested.”

“She’s got a bounty on her head even without being a pirate. That’s rare.”

Zoro grabs the paper, scans it.

The image is blurry, during nighttime, shadows, but she’s unmistakable. That mask. That arm. That stance. The way her fist dents solid rock.

Zoro stares a little longer than he needs to.

“Huh,” he mutters “Feels… familiar.”

Boin Archipelago

Luffy stares at the newspaper like a child with candy.

“She looks SO COOL!” he yells, eyes shining “Usopp would freak out if he saw this!”

He points to the tiny, grainy picture of the Winter Soldier mid-kick, her metal arm glowing, mask hiding her face.

“Do you think she can stretch like me?!”

Rayleigh laughs from across the fire “She’s not like you, Luffy. She's basically a war machine now.”

Luffy tilts his head “That’s sad.”

Impel Down – Level 6, Hidden Room

You stand over a rebel leader, blood pooling on the floor.

“Good,” Drayke says through her comm “Leave no trace. Return for recalibration.”

You turn to leave, but something on the prisoner’s jacket catches your eye.

A small pin. A broken symbol. An old pirate jolly roger. It’s familiar.

You don’t know why but you kneel down, fingers brushing the worn cloth, as something in your chest twists.

A campfire. A boy with a slingshot. A reindeer with wide, teary eyes. Laughter.

You jerk back, eyes wide behind the mask “What was that?”

Two Years Later - Sabaody Archipelago

The sea smells like salt and blood.

You stand stiffly on the deck of the government ship, black mask fixed over your face, mechanical arm humming quietly. Behind the mask, your heart feels cold. Heavy.

The voice buzzes in your ear “Mission: Eliminate the Strawhat Pirates. Neutralize any other threats.”

You nod once, sharp “Understood.”

The ship docks silently and you jump off without a word, disappearing into the crowd.

Nami and Usopp walk quickly through the thick crowds, keeping their heads low.

“You sure it’s this way?” Usopp whispers nervously.

“Yeah,” Nami mutters “Shakky’s bar should be close—”

She stops dead.

Ahead, a group of pirates blocks the path. Rough-looking men. One of them is dressed ridiculously like Nami, down to the orange wig.

“Hey, hey, look at these cuties,” one of the fakes sneers “Where ya rushing off to?”

Nami grits her teeth “Move.”

The fake Nami shoves her hard “Make me, sweetheart.”

Before Usopp can react, a shadow drops between them. Heavy boots slam into the ground. A figure, all black armor and shining metal, stands there.

You.

The Winter Soldier.

The thugs laugh, until you move.

A brutal punch knocks the fake Nami out cold.

The other pirates don’t even have time to scream before you take them down with smooth, efficient blows. No wasted motion. No mercy.

Nami and Usopp stare, wide-eyed. The street falls dead silent.

You turn your masked face toward them.

No words.

No threat.

Just silence as the two Strawhats freeze.

Usopp’s voice trembles “T-thank you…?”

You say nothing.

Nami grabs Usopp’s sleeve “RUN!” she hisses.

They sprint away.

You stand there, unmoving, just watching them disappear into the trees.

You could have chased, but you don’t. Something in your chest aches, and you don’t know why.

Shakky’s Bar

The Strawhats start gathering inside the bar.

Zoro leans against a wall. Franky orders drinks. Robin smiles softly. Brook hums a tune. But the air feels… wrong.

“They should be here by now” Nami says, pacing.

Usopp wipes sweat off his forehead “You guys. We saw someone scary out there. I think… it was her. That assassin the whole world’s been talking about.”

Nami shudders “Yeah. She saved us. But she was terrifying.”

Chopper clutches his bag “Isn’t she working for the government…?”

Nobody has real answers. Only dread. Only waiting.

Meanwhile — Grove 34

Marine soldiers scatter like bowling pins as Luffy punches through them easily, grinning wide.

“Man, you guys are weak!” he laughs.

He turns the corner and freezes.

You stand there, waiting. Black mask. Cold metal arm. Heavy silence.

You don’t speak. You rush him.

Luffy grins, slipping into Gear Second, pink steam curling off him. But his smile fades when he sees your eyes through the slits of your mask. Empty. Hollow.

You clash. Fist against fist. Rubber against steel.

The street cracks under the force of your hits.

“You’re strong!” Luffy yells, blocking another strike.

But then he ducks under your punch and with a sudden roar, he slams his fist straight into your mask.

The metal splits and the mask breaks off, clatters to the ground.

You stand there, gasping softly, face bare under the sunlight.

Your face.

Scarred. Pale. Tired.

The other Strawhats arrive, running after the noise and they all skid to a stop when they see you.

Dead silence.

Luffy stares at you, his mouth hanging open. His fists lower. His heartbeat screams in his ears.

“Y…Y/N…?”

Nami covers her mouth “No…”

Chopper’s eyes fill with tears “It’s her! It’s really her!!”

Sanji falls to his knees, sobbing heart-shaped tears “A goddess! And it’s OUR Y/N!!”

Robin’s eyes go wide in quiet shock. Franky clutches his huge hands over his mouth. Brook stares, frozen.

You blink at them confused.

You step back, raising your weapon again “Who’s y/n? I don’t know you.”

The words feel wrong on your tongue.

Luffy steps forward slowly, like approaching a wild animal.

“You’re my friend,” he says, voice rough and low “You’re my nakama. You’re part of our family.”

You hesitate.

Some random images flash in your mind.

Your grip tightens. Your orders scream in your mind: Eliminate them.

You attack.

The fight is brutal.

You move like a ghost, precise and devastating. But your strikes aren’t as strong anymore. Your hand shakes once when you aim at Nami. You freeze when Chopper cries your name.

Luffy blocks, dodges, and refuses to hit you hard. His voice breaks every time he calls your name.

“Come back...” he pleads.

“Wake up!” he begs.

Your body moves automatically, but inside, you are screaming.

In a desperate move, you throw a smoke bomb to the ground to blind them.

You retreat. Not because you were ordered to but because something inside you felt like breaking.

You stumble onto the ship, heart pounding.

Memories hit you like waves.

You fall to your knees in the empty hall, breathing hard.

“Luffy…” you whisper.

You don’t hear the footsteps behind you.

The scientists grab you and drag you to the white room. Cold metal cuffs slam around your wrists.

One scientist squints at you.

“What did you say?” he demands.

You clench your jaw. But it’s too late. They heard.

The lead scientist sighs coldly “She’s remembering. Begin full brainwash protocol.”

You struggle. You fight against the straps “Please! I don’t want to forget—!” you scream, thrashing.

The machine hums louder.

“You don’t need memories,” the doctor says flatly “You need orders.”

Tears prick your eyes as the sedation hits you.

The last thought in your mind before the darkness swallows you whole... I have to find them. I have to remember. I have to go bac home.

As the smoke clears. The mask lies broken in the dust. The air still hums with tension, but you’re gone.

The Straw Hat crew stands frozen in the middle of the wrecked street, staring at the empty space where you once stood.

No one says anything.

Chopper’s small voice finally breaks the silence.

“…She ran away.”

Robin steps forward slowly, picking up the shattered piece of your mask. The black metal is cracked, still warm.

She studies it with sad eyes.

“It was her,” she murmurs “All along.”

Usopp gulps “The Winter Soldier… that assassin everyone’s been talking about… that was Y/N?”

Franky clenches his fists “No wonder she was so strong.”

Sanji exhales a puff of smoke shakily, eyes low “Two years. That’s how long she’s been… gone.”

They walk slowly back to Shakky’s bar, the mood heavy like storm clouds. Inside, silence falls again.

Then Nami speaks.

“I should’ve known it was her.”

She sits down hard, shaking her head.

“When she saved us earlier, I didn’t… I didn’t recognize her. But the way she stood. The way she moved. It felt familiar. And I ignored it.”

Usopp adds, guilt in his voice, “Her eyes… They looked empty. She didn’t even blink. Like she wasn’t even… human anymore.”

“She was scared,” Chopper whispers, tears sliding down his cheeks “Even though she didn’t show it. I could feel it.”

Zoro leans against the wall, jaw tight “They must’ve brainwashed her. Tortured her. Trained her like a weapon.”

Luffy doesn’t say a word.

He’s sitting at the bar, hunched over, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles have gone white.

Robin turns to him gently “Luffy…”

He doesn’t look up.

“For a second I thought she was dead.”

His voice is low. Quiet. Broken.

“After I broke that mask her eyes felt nothing like our y/n.”

He slowly lifts his head. His eyes are red, jaw tight with emotion.

“But she’s still y/n. They turned her into that but she hesitated.”

“They stole her from us,” Luffy growls “They made her forget us.”

Nami looks up, blinking back tears “What do we do now?”

Luffy stands “We go get her.”

Everyone looks up.

Robin nods “They won’t let her go easily.”

“I don’t care,” Luffy says, voice firm now “She’s our nakama.”

“She probably doesn’t even remember us fully...” Usopp mutters.

“She doesn’t have to,” Luffy replies “I remember her.”

The room goes quiet.

Zoro smirks “Then we break in. We take her back.”

Sanji flicks his lighter “Hell yeah we do.”

Brook plays a low note on his violin “Let’s bring our friend home.”

Meanwhile, your body lies strapped down in the cold lab room.

Machines buzz around you. Wires in your head. Drugs in your veins. But somewhere deep inside your mind, something fights.

You stand in a white, empty space.

Alone.

Then “Oi! Don’t eat all the meat!”

Laughter.

“I’ll patch you up, just stop moving!”

“You’re one of us now, dummy!”

Voices. Memories. Echoes of who you were.

You stumble forward. The ground starts shaking. The white fades.

A hand reaches for you through the dark.

It’s Luffy’s.

“Come back” he says softly.

Some days later, the alarms blare. Explosions rock the outside of the base.

Marines run through the halls in panic “We’re under attack!!”

Outside Luffy crashes down through a wall, fist first.

“Y/N!!!”

The Strawhats have come.

Your eyes snap open.

Lights above. Cold metal around your wrists and ankles. Straps tighten across your body.

The head scientist leans over you, calm as ever.

“They’ve come for you.”

Your breath hitches.

You don’t ask who. You already know.

“Kill them all” he says.

A command.

Your programming obeys. A new steel mask is replaced. The black suit sealed. Your left arm whirs to life.

You stand up, empty inside.

The Straw Hats move like fire through the base.

Zoro cuts through waves of marines, swords flashing. Robin breaks them apart with giant phantom arms. Sanji kicks his way through steel walls and floors, growling, “Where is she!?”

Luffy punches another door down “She’s somewhere here. I can feel it.”

They find you in the inner chamber, standing alone, blocking the hallway.

Winter Soldier mode on. Silent. Masked. Deadly.

You raise your weapon, red light glowing on your metal arm.

Luffy stops.

So does the rest of the crew.

You stare at them and they stare back.

You speak first.

“Leave. Or die.”

Zoro doesn’t even flinch “Not happening.”

Your eye twitches behind the mask.

“I said leave.”

You dash forward. Fast.

Your punch aims straight for Sanji’s chest but he doesn’t move. You slam into him and he staggers back, coughing blood, but doesn’t strike back.

You hesitate.

Why didn’t he fight back?

You spin, launching kicks and strikes at Nami, Robin, Usopp... They dodge or take the hit but they don’t attack.

Nami yells, voice shaking, “We’re not gonna hurt you, Y/N!”

You freeze mid-swing.

Luffy steps forward, fists unclenched.

“You can try to kill us,” he says “But we’re not gonna stop until you remember who you are.”

“I know who I am... I’m the Winter Soldier” you reply coldly.

“No” Luffy says.

“You’re Y/N. Our nakama.”

You punch again and again, he takes it. Blood drips from his mouth. Still, he grins.

“Come on,” he says “I know you’re still in there.”

Your vision shakes. A memory flashes. You stumble backward, clutching your head.

“Stop! Stop!!”

Luffy doesn’t stop. He steps closer.

Robin gently calls, “You saved us so many times, Y/N. Let us save you now.”

“Don’t you remember?” Usopp says “You made me that slingshot charm, back on Water 7. You said it’d keep me safe.”

Sanji places a gentle hand on your shoulder “You called us family.”

The words hit like thunder.

You scream.

You drop to your knees.

The pain behind your eyes explodes and the memories rush in.

Every laugh. Every fight. Every hug. Every scar. Every sunset on the Sunny. Every meal Sanji made. Every time Chopper patched you up. Every stupid, perfect moment.

The mask suddenly feels wrong. Tight. Heavy. You rip it off.

Tears streak down your cheeks.

“I remember.”

Luffy holds out a hand to you, grinning through a split lip.

“Welcome back.”

You take his hand and stand up. The mask lies shattered at your feet. Tears drying on your cheeks. The Straw Hats stand beside you.

You don’t feel like the Winter Soldier anymore.

Now, you feel like you.

But the moment is short-lived. Behind you, the reinforced blast doors hiss open.

White coats. Scientists. Dozens of them. Their voices are calm. Clinical.

“She’s unstable.”

“Reactivate the protocol.”

“Sedate her before she infects the others with sentiment.”

You freeze. The crew tenses.

You feel the shift in the air. The pure, boiling rage that radiates from behind you.

Zoro steps forward first. One hand on his sword.

Sanji lights a cigarette. Hands shaking with fury.

Luffy cracks his knuckles “You’re the ones who did this.”

The scientists don’t even flinch.

“She was never yours to begin with.”

Wrong answer.

Zoro unsheathes his sword.

“Zoro—wait—” you try, but it’s too late.

He’s gone. Charging forward with the fury of a storm.

Luffy launches after him.

Sanji’s right behind, kicking straight through the steel wall just to get a shortcut to them.

Franky roars, cannon arm charged.

Brook draws his sword with an eerie silence “You hurt our friend.”

Even Nami gets ready to attack them saying “How dare you doing that to our y/n!”

Usopp, Robin, and Chopper stay behind you, but even they look mad and protective.

You turn to them, breath fast “We can’t let them go too far.”

“They tortured you!” Chopper yells, ears flat, teeth clenched “They hurt you for two years!”

“I know...” you say softly.

Robin’s eyes are hard, but she’s not moving “People like them… they don’t stop unless you make them.”

“They already broke laws” Usopp says “They broke you.”

You step between them and the path ahead.

“I’m not asking you to forgive them. I’m asking you not to become like them.”

Screams echo through the halls.

Zoro’s blade slices through security bots. Sanji kicks a scientist across the room. Luffy punches straight through a wall of machines.

They’re not holding back.

“YOU SHOCKED HER—FOR WHAT?!” Sanji bellows, grabbing a doctor by the collar.

“She was scared, and you punished her?”

Luffy blasts a ceiling open.

Zoro cuts through an entire server bank, sparks flying “You brainwashed her.”

“She’s a person” Franky says, as Nami stands beside him and continue the sentence “She’s not your weapon.”

You land hard in the center of the chaos, skidding between your friends and the scientists. The room is smoke and ruin. Bodies groaning. Fire crackling.

You raise your hands “STOP!!”

They do. Barely.

Luffy stands over a lead scientist, fist drawn back. Shaking with rage.

You step between them.

“Luffy,” you whisper “That’s enough.”

“She crushed your arm, Y/N,” he growls “She erased your name.”

“I know,” you say “And I’m still standing.”

His fist trembles in the air.

“Please,” you whisper “Let me go forward now.”

His arm drops.

Slowly, the others follow. Zoro sheaths his swords with a hard glare. Sanji turns away, biting down on his cigarette so hard it snaps. Franky’s fists stop sparking. And Nami look at you apologetically.

You stand there, panting, eyes wide.

No one speaks.

The scientists back away, terrified now. Not of the fists. But of the silence.

Robin walks over to you slowly. She places a hand on your arm.

“You brought them back” she says.

“Now I remembered who I am,” you whisper “And who I fight for.”

Hours later, the ship is quiet.

You sit on the deck, wrapped in a warm blanket. Chopper’s checked your wounds three times. Sanji made you soup and hasn’t stopped calling you “my dear lost goddess”. Nami prepared you a good warm bath and brushed your hair.

After you get out all clean and dressed as your real usual, Luffy joins you, plopping beside you with his usual grin.

He doesn’t say anything at first.

Just sits.

Then he says “You’re really back now.”

You nod.

“I missed you, Y/N.”

Your chest tightens.

“I missed you too.”

For the first time in years, you feel still. Safe.

Your new arm clicks softly as you lift your drink. It’s light. Comfortable. Yours. Matte black metal with gold lines running through it like veins, designed by Usopp and Franky, who proudly call it “The Strong Arm Mk. I”.

“Mk. II has a built-in slingshot compartment,” Usopp boasts, puffing up “Just in case.”

Franky flips his sunglasses up “And the third one comes with a grappling hook! So you can be SUPER mid-air!”

You laugh “I love it.”

They both beam like kids on Christmas.

Chopper bounds over next, stethoscope in paw “Arm okay? Nerves stable? Circulation’s good?”

You nod, smiling “You’ve checked it twice already.”

He pouts “I just wanna make sure! What if the bone memory causes—”

You hug him before he finishes the sentence.

He squeaks, face turning red “O-okay! You’re fine, you’re fine!”

Later, in the kitchen Sanji won’t stop cooking.

Plates stack up faster than you can eat them: your favorite stew, that spicy rice from Drum Island, a cake that’s somehow in the shape of your arm, and a hot drink with cinnamon swirls on top.

He hovers proudly nearby, heart eyes practically glued to you.

“I’ll make it every day if it makes you smile, mon étoile!”

You snort “You’re gonna spoil me.”

He spins dramatically “Then let me!! You’ve been through hell, now all you get is heaven!”

Brook strums his violin, a slow, sweet tune.

It’s the lullaby you used to hum when you couldn’t sleep.

He doesn’t say anything. Just plays for you.

Robin sits beside you, passing you a book she picked from her personal collection. It’s about strong women who survived and changed the world.

She doesn’t say much either. She doesn’t have to.

You squeeze her hand. She squeezes back.

Nami and Zoro hang back at first.

You find them leaning against the mast, watching the crew buzz around you.

“You okay?” Nami asks quietly.

You nod “I am now.”

Zoro doesn’t look at you, but his voice is low and honest “You scared the hell outta us.”

“I know” you say softly.

“I’m sorry.”

He glances over at last “You don’t have to be. Just don’t vanish again.”

You smile, holding back tears “I won’t.”

Nami smiles back at you “I’m so happy to see you smile again!”

Later that night, Luffy slams his mug down “Alright!! Now that everyone’s back, let’s celebrate!”

The crew cheers.

Meat piles up. Lights string along the mast. Music plays. Laughter fills the air.

You’re laughing too, tears in your eyes, surrounded by your family.

They don’t treat you like you’re broken. They don’t treat you like a weapon.

They treat you like Y/N.

The next morning the sails are up. The wind is perfect. The Log Pose spins confidently.

Nami grins “Let's start, next stop: Fishman Island!”

Luffy points ahead “Full speed!!”

You stand beside him, wind in your hair, new arm gleaming in the sun.

“Let’s go.”

Because this time, you’re not just coming along.

You’re finally home, with them. And the world better be ready.

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i love drawing one piece sillies this is so canon 😝

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that’s how the scene went, right?

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mugiwaras group chat

straw hats x gn!reader

cw: comedy/fluff

check out the other parts here

[zorosleftmantit101]

One piece men reacting to you telling them.

"-You make my heart feel warm"

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, kid, killer, buggy, crocodile, corazon, shanks, ace, sabo, mihawk, smoker, Katakuri

A/N: Thought I should probably throw in some fluff a lil bit of crack.

I made Sabo a lil french man ❤️

C/W: fluff, Swearing, mentions of heart attacks, mentions of telling ppm to kts.

Luffy:

"Are you having a heart attack?"

Zoro:

"me?" Staring at you with disbelief.

"No Zoro the fucking wall... yes you!"

Growls and pouts at you being an ass but will pull you into his lap.

"You make my heart feel warm too~"

"What was that Zoro?"

"NOTHING I UHH TOLD YOU TO KILL YOURSELF!"

Sanji:

What are you gonna say at my funeral now that you've killed me.

"A loving partner and a strong fighter, Sanji will br forever missed"

Sanji

2004- 2023

Death by nose bleed/s

Kid:

"Yeah well your a shit."

Your sad cause you was just tryna be a cutie

Dw I got you come to me *licks lips deviously*

As your walking away all sad Kid yanks your arm so your sitting on his lap.

"I guess you make my heart feel things too, but dont go letting that get to your head!"

Killer:

"Oh cool didn't know I could do that"

He's not dumb he's just being a dickhead on purpose to get a reaction out of you.

Buggy:

"I do? I- uhhh I mean OF COURSE I DO I AM THE GREAT MPPH-"

Shut this man up with a massive smooch or a fist to the face your choice.

Crocodile:

"Is that so darling~"

His calloused fingers motion for you to come forward.

Walking towards him as he sits at his desk he pulls your hand into his brining it to his lips.

"Your so cute doll, one day im going to put a ring on this finger make you mine- make your heart only warm for me~"

Mihawk:

"Ok"

Corazon:

Grabs your wrist kissing it while smiling before twirling you and dipping yoy in his embrace

"Mm you make me heart bloom like the flowers in a thousand springs my love~"

You where ready to ravish the man right there if he didn't trip sending the two of you crashing to the floor..

Ace:

"Say on god"

Sabo:

"You flatter me Mademoiselle, my heart warms at your affection as well"

Shanks:

"Thats kinda gay"

Smoker:

"Oh thats nice umm you make my heart feel... umm..."

*proceeds to walk away out of sheer embarrassment*

Katakuri:

"Are you /srs or /j"

[kacievvbbbb]

Sabo really got that serial killer rizz about him

Like look at those eyes. Those are the eyes of a man that has several things wrong with him and he's about to make each and every one of them and this rusty pipe, your problem.

Fucking two steps away from "you wanna know how i got these scars", ass look.

He goes from so adorable, bending so koala can put on his hat, to I have not a single polite gene in my body and I will destroy you mentally before I destroy you physically to Just straight beating people's asses with a pipe like a thug

I'm obsessed with him.

[partyanimal167]

I'm actually crying

[infactmrmeowz]

Sleeping next to.. Buggy-Shanks-Mihawk-Ace-Sabo-Doflamingo

Like the last post I made but with random characters

Buggy- -Will twist and turn, bite, kick, punch, drool, yell, snore at that order. -plays with your hair before he falls asleep, but yanks it once he does ( not on purpose ) -he snores loudly

Shanks- -twist and turns, drools and snores like a middle aged dad. -cuddles you but drools on your head, and snores RIGHT by your ear. -gets up to use the restroom 6828293738228 times a night and he is SO loud about it

Mihawk- -snores but just a bit. -sleeps like a vampire. -terrifying once you wake up, accidentally punches him because you thought he was an intruder. -he forgave you

Ace- -he is just like buggy and shanks not even kidding. -because of his devil fruit it gets SO hot in the bed like it’s a sauna -and you and him get so sweaty -he cuddles you and DOESNT let go, so you can image how that goes 💀

Sabo- -he twist and turns and somehow manage to sleep upside down. -cuddles you at first then he falls off the bed. -sleep talks about how amazing Luffy and dragon is. -sleep walks. -one time you woke up in the morning and found in sleeping on the kitchen counter

Doflamingo- -he is SO much worse than Buggy and Shanks, it’s his violent nature. -he sleep talks about his dead brother and argues with his dead brother in his sleep. -has nightmares, and when he does he falls off the bed and blames it on you for taking up the bed space. -he thinks he is too good for you to sleep next to him so you got nothing to worry about

AAA that’s it! Cya later alligators! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[thebunnednun]

Salt Water

A request from the lovely @1chaerry (I love you too my pearl, MWAH!)

Non specific! Zoro x Fem! Siren! Insecure! Reader

WC: 3.2K, Warnings: Reader is sad but comforted. Body image issues, thinking you aren't enough. Extreme fluff, soft/flirty Zoro, angst and Comfort. falling asleep together. Slight predeitor and prey if you squint. Tons of flirting, slight spice,

You bite his tiddie.

1chaerry asked:

hii Angie!! how are you??

(In the fucking trenches with a broken plastic spoon and some prayers, yourself? :3)

this is literally my first time writing in someone's requests so I'mma bit hesitant, but hear me out—

(You had me at the first part. Baby you are so safe here a nuke could hit and you'd think it was a loud car outside just passing by. I'm always so happy to fill a request, ask away!)

Zoro with a reader who is someone who never had male/female romantic attention of any sort growing up and thinks that no one could really like them because of how they look, but boom! here comes this man who literally loves her like it's breathing and is flabbergasted as to why she constantly thinks he's joking around.

I would love to hear your thoughts on this trope!!! Love ya, mwah!

You ask, you shall receive!

The air smelled like salt and seaweed, the brine clinging to your skin like a second layer. 

Stretched out beneath you, the rocky shoreline, jagged and uneven, with shallow pools reflecting the sky in fractured silver patches. The tide whispered at your back, foam curling over stones before retreating, over and over—a steady rhythm that usually brought you comfort. 

Tonight, it only seemed to gnaw at the quiet ache in your chest.

You sat with your knees pulled to your chest, arms curled around them tightly. The rough texture of the stone dug into your rear, but you didn’t care. Scales shimmered faintly along your shoulders and ankles—iridescent blues and pinks muted by the moonlight. Damp strands of your hair clung to your face and neck, the salt making it heavy and coarse. Your loose tunic, faded from too many days in the sun, stuck stubbornly to your skin.

“Oi.”

You stiffened at the voice. Zoro’s voice.

He stood at the edge of the rocks, one hand resting lazily on the hilt of a sword. His kimono—dark green with gold-trimmed edges—hung loose around his shoulders, swaying slightly in the breeze. His shirt clung to him too, thin and damp from the humidity, and his hair was mossier than usual, like he’d only just woken up. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his skin—either from training or trekking out here. Maybe both.

“You’re sulking again,” he said, stepping closer. His boots crunched against the gravel, like he couldn’t be bothered to walk quietly.

“I’m not sulking,” you muttered, curling your fingers tighter around your legs. 

“I’m just... thinking.”

Zoro snorted like the very idea of you brooding made no sense. He dropped beside you, his sword hilts clinking softly as he sat. For a while, he said nothing — just let the waves and distant cries of seabirds fill the silence.

“You know,” he started, voice low, “You always do this.”

“Do what?”

“Act like no one could possibly like you.”

Your throat tightened. You forced a dry laugh. Zoro shifted, and his arm brushed against yours — solid, warm. His presence felt too real, too steady.

“Because no one would,” you said quietly. “Not really.”

“That’s stupid,” he said flatly.

You let out a short, bitter breath. “Yeah? Says you.”

“I’m serious.” His tone sharpened, like a blade unsheathing. “You think I’m wasting my time sitting out here? I could be training, or sleeping. Hell, I could be drinking.”

“I never asked you to come,” you shot back, voice cracking.

“You didn’t have to.”

His hand found yours—warm, calloused, steady. The roughness of his palm grounded you, kept you from slipping too far into your own head.

“I came because I wanted to,” he muttered.

You stared at his fingers curled around yours, half-expecting him to pull away — like this was some kind of mistake. But his grip stayed firm, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, steady strokes.

“You’re aggrivating,” you whispered.

Zoro gave a low chuckle. “Yeah, well... so are you.”

The warmth of him, the quiet weight of his arm against yours, it settled something inside you. Like the tide retreating just enough to let you breathe.

“I don’t know why you can’t see it,” Zoro added.

 “But I do. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The waves whisper against the rocks, an endless, restless sound. You stared out at the water, dark and endless, and felt the ache in your chest tighten.

“You know why no one could like me?” you said quietly. “Because I didn't belong.”

Zoro didn’t say anything, but you felt him shift beside you, like he knew better than to interrupt.

“My human family didn’t know what to do with me,” you went on, words spilling out like water over a dam. 

“They weren’t cruel... not really. But they were afraid of me. Every time my voice wavered wrong, every time I sang without meaning to—they’d flinch.” You swallowed hard, the memory still sharp. 

“Even when I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone... I was still too much.”

Your gaze dropped to your scales—those shimmering, shifting patches along your legs that no one else in your family had. Those colors were your burden. Your reminder that you didn’t belong.

“And the sirens?” 

Your voice twisted with a bitter laugh. “They were... nicer, I guess. At least they weren’t scared of me. But I didn’t grow up with them. I was just some half-blood kid who didn’t quite fit in.” You shrugged, feeling the familiar sting of it all. 

“I didn’t belong with them either.”

The words hang in the air, hollow and ugly. You aren’t sure why you were telling Zoro any of this—it wasn’t like he’d care.

“I didn’t fit anywhere,” you say softly. “I was always... just sort of there. Easier to ignore. Easier to forget. I never had friends.”

A gust of wind whips past, carrying the sharp scent of salt. The memories cling tighter than the damp air—being the kid who played alone on the shore, the one whose laughter made others uneasy, the one who was always just a little too strange.

“And then I found you guys,” you murmur. “You... Luffy... everyone.” You gave a shaky breath. “It’s the closest I’ve ever had to feeling like I belonged anywhere. But still...”

You shook your head, pulling your arms tighter around yourself. 

“I don’t know why you’re here, Zoro,” you whisper. 

“I don’t know why you’re wasting your time.”

Silence stretched between you. For a moment, all you heard was the tide pulling at the rocks.

Then Zoro’s voice cut through, low and steady.

“Because I care about you.”

You let out a sharp breath—something between a laugh and a sob.

“You keep saying that like it’s supposed to mean something.”

“It does,” Zoro said firmly. His hand squeezed yours, fingers strong and certain. “You’re acting like you’re still that kid who didn’t fit anywhere. But you’re not.” You stared down at your hands, his rough, scarred fingers tangled with yours, soft and shiny. 

“Look, I don’t care what your family thought,” Zoro went on. “And I don’t care what some random fish think, either. You’re one of us now.” His voice softened, but his grip stayed strong. “You’re part of our crew. 

“You’re part of... my life.”

You blinked hard against the burn in your eyes. 

“I just... I don’t get it,” you muttered. “Why would you want me around?”

“You’re impossible,” Zoro grumbled, like you were being deliberately difficult. “Because you’re you. Because you’re strong, and you’re stubborn, and you drive me crazy sometimes, but...”

His fingers tightened. “’m not going anywhere.”

The air felt thicker now, like you were breathing through salt and smoke. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. “You always act like I’m gonna wake up one day and change my mind,” Zoro says, his voice quieter now. 

“But I won’t.”

You don’t realize you were leaning into him until your shoulder pressed against his. His warmth feels soli, steady, and somehow more real than the ache that had followed you for so long.

“I’m still scared,” you whispered. “I know,” Zoro says. 

“I’m still here.”

He stands, offering you his hand and you take it, letting him pull you up so easily. The walk back down the mountain felt easier with Zoro beside you. The path was uneven, winding through patches of wild grass and loose stones, but he kept pace with you easily, his footsteps slow and steady. The air was cooler now, the night breeze threading through the trees and brushing against your damp skin.

“You’re quiet,” Zoro muttered.

“I’m thinking.”

“Again?” He huffed like you’d just said you were about to swim across the Grand Line. “Didn’t you get enough of that back there?” You elbowed him lightly in the side. “Not everyone naps their problems away like you.”

“Tch. You’re just jealous.”

“Of what? Your terrible sleep schedule?”

Zoro stretched his arms behind his head, letting out a long, lazy breath. “Speaking of... I’m getting tired.”

“You’re always tired,” you shot back. “That’s not news.”

“I mean it,” Zoro grunted. “I feel it... here.” He tapped his ribs, half-heartedly.

“Oh, that’s just your liver begging for mercy.”

Zoro’s head whips toward you, eyebrows raised. “What?”

You grin. “Your liver. It’s like, ‘Please, Zoro, put down the booze! I’m doing my best here!’”

“Shut up.”

The words were gruff, but his voice had softened at the edges. You let out a dramatic gasp, hand flying to your chest. “Wow! Rude, I’m telling Sanji!”

“Oh yeah?” Zoro snorted. “Go ahead. I’m not afraid of busboys.”

“Waiter,” you corrected with mock seriousness.

That earned you a rare grin—small but unmistakable—one corner of his mouth quirking upward.

“See?” Zoro said, still smiling. “This is why you’re my favorite.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, unexpected and almost embarrassing. You ducked your head, pretending to focus on the narrow path beneath your feet. By the time you reached camp, the fire had burned low — a dim orange glow flickering beneath the embers. Everyone was fast asleep, curled beneath blankets and jackets. The quiet felt fragile, like one wrong step might shatter it.

Zoro stopped near his bedroll and reached into his pack, pulling out something small — something that glinted faintly in the firelight. He didn’t say a word, just shot you a look and jerked his head toward the trees.

Curious, you followed.

The two of you walked in silence, weaving through the shadows. The air smelled like damp leaves and earth, but as you reached the edge of the trees, the scent of salt returned, stronger now, sharp and clean.

The beach stretched out before you, bathed in silver light. The waves barely whispered as they kissed the shore, gentle and calm. The sand looked soft, dappled with smooth stones and scattered shells that glistened faintly in the dark. A few lantern bugs blinked lazily in the air, their tiny sparks flickering like dying stars.

Zoro stopped a few steps ahead, turning back to face you. The moonlight caught his face, highlighting the faint scar over his eye and the sharp angle of his jaw. For a second, he just stood there, quiet and sure, like he belonged in a place like this, where the world felt still and steady.

The quiet pull of the tide fills the air, steady and soft. The sand feels cool beneath your feet, grains slipping between your toes as you stand by the water’s edge. Zoro’s still watching the horizon, his gaze distant, hands stuffed in his pockets like he’s waiting for the world to settle.

“C’mere,” he mutters.

Zoro shifts, pulling his hand free to rummage through his pack. He hesitates for a second, then pulls out something dark—fabric, neatly folded. When he holds it out, you see it better, deep, rich in color, with strong stitching along the seams. The material’s thick, sturdy, the kind you remember from your home island, woven to endure salt air and sharp winds.

You gasp, stepping closer to run your fingers over it. The fabric is smooth beneath your touch, cool and familiar.

“Where did you get this?” Your voice is breathless, awe threading through your words. “Why? How?”

“It’s just clothes,” Zoro mutters, looking away like that’ll stop you from seeing the way his ears are starting to turn red. “I just thought... you’d like it better than that ratty old tunic you keep wearing.”

Your chest swells, and before you can stop yourself, you’re launching at him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You hit him harder than you mean to—not that it matters. He’s solid as ever, but his arms instinctively catch you as you crash into him, cheek pressing against his chest. His scent—steel, salt, and something warm and unmistakably him—fills your senses. You cling tighter, practically burrowing into him.

Zoro grumbles, a low string of curses spilling from his mouth, but his hands stay put—one firm on your back, the other loosely circling your waist. His chest rises and falls beneath you, steady and sure. And then, to your surprise, he lets himself fall back—his back hitting the sand with a soft thud, you still sprawled over him.

You’re giggling now, face pressed to his collarbone. “You’re the best,” you mumble into his skin.

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro mutters. His voice is rough, but there’s no bite to it. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.” He pulls back just enough to flick you square on the forehead, sharp and precise.

“Ow!” You sit up, rubbing the spot. Without thinking, you flick him right back.

Zoro snorts. 

“You wanna start something?”

Before you can answer, his hand comes down—a light, playful slap against your backside that makes you yelp and scramble upright.

“Zoro!”

“Go put it on,” he grunts, stretching an arm behind his head like he’s getting comfortable right there in the sand. “Before I change my mind.”

He doesn’t look at you when he says it — just stares up at the sky, eyes half-lidded, like he’s content to stay there all night. But there’s a faint curve to his mouth, something soft and smug.

And somehow, that makes your heart feel just a little fuller.

The morning sun creeps over the horizon, soft and golden. Warmth bleeds through your eyelids, coaxing you from sleep. The first thing you notice is the steady rise and fall beneath your cheek—Zoro’s chest, solid and warm. His arm is still slung loosely around your waist, his hand resting just above your hip. His breath brushes against your hair, slow and even.

For a moment, you just lie there, wrapped in his warmth, half-convinced the world outside doesn’t exist.

“Look who’s finally awake!”

Sanji’s voice cuts through the peace like a knife.

Your eyes snap open just in time to see him grinning down at you, arms crossed, looking far too smug.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account wweet cherry, please,” Sanji croons, eyes flicking pointedly to where Zoro’s arm is still draped around you. “I’d hate to interrupt something romantic!~”

“Yeah!” Usopp’s voice chimes in from somewhere behind him. “Didn’t know Zoro had a favorite pillow!”

You twist your head just enough to see Chopper nearby, whispering excitedly to Luffy, who’s already grinning like this is the best thing he’s seen all week. Nami’s smirking too, her face half-hidden behind her map.

“I’m so glad you didn’t drown,” Robin adds with a soft chuckle. Heat floods your face, and you instinctively move to sit up— 

But Zoro’s arm tightens just enough to keep you still.

“Don’t,” he mutters, eyes still closed. 

“Too early.”

You barely have time to process that before Zoro suddenly sits up—quick and sharp—and the group scatters like startled seagulls. Sanji curses and leaps back, Usopp practically trips over his own feet, and Luffy just laughs as if the whole thing was part of his plan.

You’re still blinking in surprise when Zoro lets out a low grunt. 

“Idiots.”

A laugh bubbles out of you, light and breathless. 

“I think you scared them.”

“Good.”

You reach for his sleeve and start brushing sand from his arm. He watches for a second, then grabs your wrist and does the same for you, a little rougher, but still careful.

“You look nice,” he mutters under his breath, like he's hoping you won’t actually hear it. “Better than that damn tunic.”

You blink up at him. “Zoro…”

“Start believing in yourself,” he says firmly, like he’s scolding you for something. “Or I’ll tell Luffy you’re worried you’re not good enough.” 

Your mouth opens, but before you can argue, Zoro’s already turning away, stretching like he didn’t just drop something heavy on your heart.

Then, just as you think the moment’s over, he peeks at you with one eye, voice quieter than before.

“I love you,” he says simply. “Now stop worrying.”

And just like that, he’s on his back, closing his eyes like nothing happened—leaving you warm, breathless, and wondering how someone so blunt can make your heart feel so full. The warmth of his words still lingers, buzzing in your chest like a flickering flame. 

It's too much—too soft, too sweet—and you don’t know what to do with it.

So you bite him.

Not hard enough to bruise, but enough to make your point—your teeth sinking into his chest just below his collarbone. His skin is warm against your lips, firm and solid like everything else about him.

“SHit!”

Zoro jolts up, hand clamping over the spot like you actually stabbed him.

“That’s for being an idiot,” you say sweetly, flashing your most innocent smile. For a second, he just stares at you, like he’s still trying to process what just happened. 

Then, slow as a cat cornering a mouse, his mouth curls into a dangerous smirk.

It’s not the lack of words that make your stomach flip — it’s how calm he looks. No barking threat, no grumbled curse. Just him sitting up with unsettling ease, rolling his shoulders like he's preparing for battle.

“Zoro…” you warn, crawling back, shifting your weight to your heels.

He stands up.

“Wait—Zoro, hang on—!”

You whirl around and bolt, sand kicking up behind you as you sprint down the beach.

“You better run!” His voice rumbles behind you, full of twisted amusement.

“I’m sorry!” you laugh breathlessly, dodging past a piece of driftwood.

“You’re not sorry yet!”

You risk a glance back—bad idea. Zoro’s already closing in, steps fast and deliberate. He’s not even running full speed yet, just pacing himself like he knows he’s going to catch you.

“Zoro, please!” You’re laughing too hard to keep up your pace, breath hitching as you stumble over your own feet. “I didn’t mean it!”

“Yeah?” He’s barely winded. “Should’ve thought about that before you bit me, dumbass.”

Farther up the beach, Brook sits comfortably in his folding chair, a delicate teacup poised between his fingers. Beside him, Franky’s stretched out on the sand, arms behind his head, half-dozing in the sun.

Brook takes a dainty sip of his tea, letting out a content sigh as you shriek in the distance.

“Ah,” he murmurs, smiling wistfully. 

“Young love...”

Franky cracks an eye open, watches Zoro chase you like a man possessed, then snorts. 

“Can’t argue with that.”

Your breath is still uneven, your chest rising and falling beneath Zoro's weight. His warmth sinks into your skin, grounding you even as your thoughts start to spiral.

“You know…” Your voice wavers, but you push through. “You’re the first person who’s ever... found me attractive.”

His brow furrows like you’ve just said something ridiculous. “Those people were blind.” He taps the side of his face. “And I’ve only got one eye now — what’s that say about them?”

You snort, but it’s short-lived. “Have you even looked at me?”

“’m lookin’ now,” he grumbles.

“No, I mean really looked.” You shift beneath him, awkward and uneasy, like you’re about to list off all your flaws. “The scales, the wild hair, the sharp teeth…” Your hand twitches in his grip as you motion toward your face. “Vertical pupils, gills, pointed ears…”

Your voice falters, but you keep going, your eyes flicking down toward your arms and legs. “The scales, the claws, the fins…”

His gaze follows your words, taking in every detail—the shimmer of your scales under the sunlight, the pointy tips of your nails, the delicate fins tracing your elbows, ankles, and waist. His eyes don’t narrow in disgust or widen in shock. He just... looks. Calm and steady.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he says, so casually it leaves you speechless.

“You—” You blink hard, trying to find your voice. “You’re insane.”

“I hope to get more acquainted with you, too,” he says, half-smirking now.

“Real up close and personal.”

That’s enough to snap you out of it. “Sanji!” you yell, voice carrying across the beach. “Help!”

The big tiddied one eyed bastard bites you in retaliation.

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[inseobts]

Undercover Lovers

zoro x reader

while waiting for luffy and the others to return from whole cake island, you and the rest of the crew are forced to go undercover in wano, where your and zoro's cover as a loving couple quickly gets complicated.

PART 2

words count: 1.2k

tags: wci and wano spoilers, fake dating, romance, soft zoro

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You and Zoro stand in the shadows of the misty Wano streets, hidden in plain sight. The night is thick with tension, and the smell of the night air is saturated with the scents of food and unfamiliar spices.

“Alright” Zoro mutters under his breath, his gaze darting around. “This mission is simple. We blend in, gather intel, and keep a low profile. No trouble.”

You glance at him skeptically “Simple? Nothing here is simple, Zoro. Especially when we have to pretend to be a couple...because I don't know if you looked at yourself”

Zoro, ever stoic, adjusts the sword at his side “It’s just an act. Play the role and we’ll be fine.”

You don't know who has this brilliant idea but you're hating them all.

You scoff “That’s what you think. I don’t think you fully understand what it means to pretend to be someone’s lover.”

He grins faintly “I think I do. You make it sound like I'll be terrible at this.”

The two of you exchange a glance, the awkwardness palpable. You had to assume this would happen, but the idea of him being your pretend lover makes your stomach flutter in a way you didn’t expect. You’re both meant to lay low while Luffy, Nami, Chopper, and Brook are rescuing Sanji on Whole Cake Island. But you and Zoro are left behind, needing to keep the rest of the Straw Hats safe while undercover.

“Now, let’s go” Zoro commands, the stoic warrior in him taking over. “Remember, just act natural.”

You and Zoro enter a local tavern in the heart of the capital. The noise from the patrons fills the room, but everything about this place feels off, like a hidden danger lies in the air. As soon as the door swings open, all eyes turn to you, and the tavern goes silent.

The bartender raises an eyebrow “What’s this? A foreign couple?”

You force a smile and link your arm with Zoro’s, making sure your posture looks casual and affectionate “Yes, we’re just here to enjoy the local food and drink” you say, your voice smooth.

Zoro stands beside you, towering and quiet, his gaze scanning the room. His posture is stiff, uncomfortable, and it’s clear that he’s not used to playing the role of someone’s lover.

“You’re an odd couple,” the bartender says, a smug smirk on his face “The woman seems more… lively. And you...” he eyes Zoro, “look like a man who could care less.”

Zoro barely glances at the bartender “I’ll take some sake.”

The bartender nods, but there’s a smirk on his face “Of course. For you two lovers, the first round’s on the house.”

You exchange a look with Zoro, both of you realizing that staying in character would be harder than it seemed. As the drinks arrive, you take one and drink it slowly, trying to hide the tension in your shoulders.

As days pass, the two of you work together to gather information, keeping up the act as a loving couple. But things become more complicated when one young local guy, Miyamoto, starts showing more interest in you than you’re comfortable with.

You’re sitting in a quiet corner of the town square, Zoro casually sitting by your side, when Miyamoto approaches with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Ah, y/n” he says smoothly “I didn’t expect to see you here. Care for a walk?” His eyes flicker toward Zoro before returning to you “I can show you some of the best views in the town. Perhaps Zoro doesn’t mind… after all, I’m sure he’s busy with his… training.”

You blink, slightly taken aback by his boldness. You glance at Zoro, but to your surprise, he’s sitting there, arms crossed, his usual indifferent expression masking any emotions.

“Zoro’s fine” you say quickly, trying to shut down Miyamoto’s advances “We’re fine here. And besides, I’m not one to leave my loving companion behind.”

Miyamoto chuckles, though the sound is more mocking than playful. “Loving? You don’t have to pretend, you know. I’m sure Zoro would be fine with me taking care of you for the evening”

This is making you mad, not just his advances but also Zoro sitting them like nothing was happening, not even caring to look over you and notice the uncomfortable air around you.

You clench your fists and you're about to storm out of there until Zoro finally turns his gaze toward Miyamoto, narrowing his eyes. His usually passive attitude shifts, and there’s an unmistakable tension in the air “You’re making a mistake if you think I won’t mind and I would let you”

You watch the exchange carefully, feeling the air grow thick with unspoken words. Miyamoto takes a step back, and Zoro’s eyes briefly meet yours, the unease in his gaze not going unnoticed.

It’s late into the evening. You and Zoro are once again walking through the dimly lit streets of Wano, the mission nearing its end. The tension from Miyamoto’s advances still hangs in the air, and for the first time, Zoro seems a little different.

“You’re quiet” he remarks, glancing at you “You looks upset since that last meeting with Miyamoto, are you?”

You look at him briefly "pretty much yeah... I was feeling uncomfortable and yet you waited that long to even say something"

"I knew you could handle it alone"

"Well... I actually couldn't"

He suddenly stops walking. His jaw tightens, and for a moment, he says nothing. You can feel the weight of unspoken words pressing between you.

Then, with a sigh, he finally speaks.

"For the record, I didn’t like it either" Zoro mutters, voice quieter than usual.

You blink at him, caught off guard "What?"

His gaze flickers to the side, as if reluctant to say more "That bastard...Miyamoto. The way he looked at you, the way he talked to you." His grip on his sword tightens. "It pissed me off... but if I did something we would have been in bif trouble"

After a pause he continues, “I didn’t like the way he looked at you” Zoro says, his voice unexpectedly serious.

Your heart stutters in your chest, unsure of whether you’re hearing things “What?”

Zoro glances at you, a slight frown tugging at his lips “I told you. I actually didn’t like the way he was talking to you. He was crossing the line”

You feel a warmth spread through your chest, unsure whether it’s the alcohol or something else making your heart beat faster “Zoro…” you start, but your words fail you.

“Forget it” he says gruffly, looking away as if the conversation never happened. But there’s something different in the way he speaks, something real this time.

You pause, staring at him. Could it be that… the act was becoming more than just a mission? Was Zoro feeling the same as you were?

“Zoro” you start again, but before you can say anything more, he steps forward, closing the gap between you two. His hand touches yours, almost like it’s an accident, but when he doesn’t pull it away, you realize it’s not.

The moment stretches on, and you can feel the tension dissipate into something new.

Without thinking, you lean into him “Maybe this act wasn’t so bad after all.”

Zoro stares down at you, his eyes flickering with something indecipherable “Maybe not” he replies, voice low and barely above a whisper.

He takes your hand in a better and firm way now and start walking again, hand in hand.

You smile at him, a small blush on his cheeks, trying to avoid your eyes. And for the first time, you wonder if the lines between the pretend lovers and real feelings are starting to blur.

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Another silly idea from Pinterest. Doodle while I break from requests. Law popped into my head first as who would respond like this lol. Post was not tagged with a handle.

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Backstory: End of One Piece AU #1 "The Awakened Monster"

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the sillies

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