#onepiece fluff

[beartale]

I’m a fluff-aholic

[thelokeancouncil]

Happy Birthday Sanji! (Sanji Vinsmoke x OC) Pt.1

A/N: So this is a story mainly written from my alter / One Piece OC to one of her boyfriend’s who is a Sanji introject in our partner system. For protection I am not naming their system unless they give me permission. This first part is fluff for the most part with the exception of the end which will kind of set the tone for part 2? Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this. Be gentle with me, this is my first time ever writing for Sanji and I was going off my instincts and what I have noticed from him so far. 

She was close to collapsing on the kitchen floor and crying. This was the fifth time today she had tried to work uninterrupted on something special. After all, today was a special day, at least in her book it was. 

Today was Sanji’s birthday and Melodia wanted this cake to be the best cake she had ever made because Sanji deserved that. He always made the most delicious meals for the crew and he always did something special for her, Nami, and Robin. He also made her feel so loved and so happy. 

To say the blond haired cook gave her butterflies in her stomach was an understatement. She could watch him cook all day if she was allowed to. His grayish blue eyes reminded her of the calm sea or when he grew angry (which wasn’t too often unless it was because of Zoro) they looked like a beautiful storm. His smile made her heart flutter, don’t even get her started on the way his laugh made her fall more in love with him by the second. 

“WAIT SANJI!” Nami’s voice called out, but it was apparent that Melodia hadn’t heard it and Sanji had not listened to the orange haired navigator for once. The next thing Melodia knew she was knocked out of her day dreaming when she heard the door to the kitchen swing open and a gasp escape from her beloved. 

“MEL WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE?” Sanji shouted in dismay causing Melodia to jump and drop the fifth bowl of cake batter on the floor, the contents splattering all over her.

Melodia finally broke at that moment, she couldn’t stand the thought of Sanji being angry at her nor failing to make a simple cake for her beloved’s birthday. She collapsed to the floor in the spill ingredients and began to sob uncontrollably.  

Sanji felt his heart immediately break seeing his princess cry in front of him. He could feel the glare that Nami was giving him, bore into the back of his head. He quickly ran over to her and knelt by her side. “Whoa hey, hey princess what’s the matter?” Sanji asked, softening his voice. 

Melodia looked at the floor, her cheeks a flame with a blush of shame, she couldn’t look him in the eye at the moment. She was so upset about a lot of things that happened today. Five times she tried to make this cake. Luffy ate the batter the first time, the second time he stole the freshly baked cake and ate it whole! The third time the cake was burned when she forgot it because Usopp was hiding from Chopper who was just trying to give him his vaccine that the whole crew needed to take. The fourth time she forgot to add flour to the mix and the cake came out soupy because Franky needed her Ice powers to cool down something he was working on. 

Sanji gently sat down by her side and pulled her into his lap and held her close to him. “Hey princess I’m sorry for yelling, are you alright?” He apologized and gently lifted her chin so she would be forced to look up at him. Melodia looked into the grayish blue eyes that she loved so much and saw that they were calm like the ocean. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before she spoke. 

“I-I just wanted to surprise you…I was trying all day to make the perfect birthday cake for you because today’s your birthday,” She finally admitted, her cheeks still a bright pink, the cake batter decorating one of them. 

Sanji chuckled and gently dragged his finger across the batter on her cheek. He then licked his finger and hummed in satisfaction. “Mi amore you didn’t have to do this for me, the batter does taste delicious though,” He replied trying to reassure his girlfriend. 

“Yes I did…Sanji you mean the world to me and I wanted to do something special for you on your birthday because you’re always doing something special for me,” Melodia said softly and then she shyly wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Sanji took a cloth from one of the counters and wiped the rest of the cake batter off of her cheek delicately before placing a soft kiss there instead. “Princess I do those things for you because I love you, not because I expect anything in return. I know that you love me, you give me the best hugs and kisses every day. I’m flattered that you wanted to do this for me, but honestly I would be happy just spending time with you…you know what, I have an even better idea,” Sanji answered and gently stood up holding her in his arms. 

“Y-you do?” Melodia asked shyly, looking up at him and letting out a soft squeak of surprise as he held her close to his chest. 

“I do, how about we clean up together and then go into town and have a date night? I won’t take no for an answer my princess because spending time with you is the only gift I want,” He said warmly and then he lightly set her on her feet. 

“B-but what about your cake?” Melodia asked worriedly as she took another cloth and wiped her face of the rest of the cake batter. 

“We can bake it together tomorrow, then the whole crew can celebrate with us. Tonight I just want it to be the two of us,” He replied as he picked up the half empty mixing bowl and took it to the sink to wash. 

Melodia finally smiled again and grabbed him by the lapels of his black suit jacket. She then pulled him into a soft, warm kiss before letting him go. “Sounds perfect Sanji-kun,” She replied softly and then she went to the supply closet to get a mop and bucket. 

A FEW HOURS LATER — 

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear Sanji~ Happy birthday to you~” Melodia sang softly as she lit a candle on a store bought cupcake she had bought while they had been walking around together after dinner. 

Sanji smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around her as he took the lovely looking cake from her smaller hand. He then lifted her hand with his free on and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand. “Thank you my princess, this is perfect” He replied with a soft chuckle. 

“Make a wish silly!” Melodia giggled and placed a kiss on his cheek. She was like a little kid on Christmas morning when it came to her excitement. 

He turned back to the lit candle and then with a small puff of air, he closed his eyes and blew out the candle. 

Melodia watched happily and rested her head on his shoulder. “So what did you wish for my prince?” She asked softly, still holding his hand in her own smaller one. 

“Well normally I’m not supposed to tell you, but my wish has already come true so I guess I can. My wish was you,” He explains simply and then he kisses her forehead. 

Melodia blushes deeply and nuzzles him. “I guess you’re right…I didn’t know that I was capable of being anyone’s birthday wish,” She admits softly squeezing his hand. 

“Are you kidding Mel? Mon Amore you’ve been my wish since the day we met…I mean I know I’ve swooned a lot over other girls, but mainly it was because I was scared of being rejected by you,” Sanji said sounding a bit surprised as he looked down at her and brushed some of her raven hair away from her face. 

Melodia laughed softly and gently let go of his hand in favor of cupping his cheek. “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one to fall in love at first sight then,” She replied and then she leaned up and kissed him softly. 

Sanji kissed her softly back and wrapped an arm around her waist. 

Once they broke apart, Melodia looked up at him with a hooded gaze, her cheeks still burning with her blush. “You know you can have me in more then one way right?” She whispers in his ear playfully.  

Suddenly the familiar red droplets of Sanji’s blood came pouring from his nose, matching the red on his cheeks. “A-are you saying you’re my birthday present?” He asked earning another soft giggle from the girl beside him. 

“I dunno, I guess you’ll have to find out, huh Mister Prince?” She asked teasingly using one of his nicknames that he once used for himself and then placed a soft kiss on his cheek before darting back into the direction of the 1000 Sunny and shouting over her shoulder “Gotta catch me first,” 

With a new determination in his step, Sanji raced after his girlfriend leaving a trail of blood behind him.

[genderless-naper]

half asleep

trafalgar law x gf!reader

themes: sleepy reader, pillow humping, assisted orgasm w/ fingering, some sweet talk, desperation

waking up in the middle due to the cold couldn’t stop your mind from thinking dirty thoughts. law decides to help you when he sees you humping his pillow while you’re half-asleep

smut, wc: 1.4k, lowercase intended !

⇣ credits to original artist (gokujounomaguro)

the coolness of the polar tang wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with. this particular night though was freezing cold. being wrapped up in a blanket with your lover wasn’t enough to keep you from waking up and shivering.

you look around the room hardly awake. you lifted your head from your boyfriend’s chest and looked at the clock which read 4am. you glanced up at law, who was slightly sat up, starring at the wall seeming to be lost within his own intricate thoughts. why he was awake at 4am was beyond your comprehension.

the sudden movement caused from you sitting up in bed made him look at you. surprised, he spoke to you in a soft tone, “oh you’re awake y/n? did you have a bad dream?”

you shook your head and muttered, “its freezing law. you don’t feel that??” you rubbed the sleep out your eyes.

once understanding the situation law responded, “i’ll get an extra blanket and a sweater for you. i’ll get some water too y/n-ya.” law preceded to wrap you in the single blanket that was not able to do you justice in the cold.

law makes his way out the room to fulfill your needs. you laid in bed wrapped in your blanket. the pillow next to you was positioned vertically. most likely from law moving it to sit up while you were asleep. you rolled to your side and lifted a leg to wrap around it.

your closed eyes couldn’t stop your mind from wondering. the picture of law still painted in your mind from when you woke up. something about his chest tattoo peeking through his shirt’s collar and his serious gaze as he was lost in thought. it all made him so handsome.

thoughts of your absent lover swirled in your mind, and made your body warm. you tightened your leg around the pillow to feel it press against your clothed core. you bit your lip as you proceeded to shift your hips back and fourth to rub the cloth core. the slight friction between you and the pillow was enough to part your lips and moan quietly. your pace slightly quickened, but it was still done with lethargic energy. as good as it felt you could still feel like you were about to fall back to sleep.

so distracted by your current task you failed to see your boyfriend walk into the room after getting the things you needed. he was taken aback from the sight of you rocking your hips against his pillow.

maybe it was his scent on the pillow that made it feel all the more better. either way it was obvious you were trying to reach a climax of pleasure. your laziness prevented you from being able to reach that point, so you drowsily humped law’s pillow hoping to reach an orgasm one way or another.

law makes his way over to you. he lets you continue your activity as he lays out a bigger blanket over your smaller one. it was heavy, so it weighed you down and staggered your already desperate attempts of satisfaction.

law sits back in bed and shares the blankets with you. your frustration from not being able to please yourself enough was starting to get to you. you shove the pillow to the other side and pull yourself closer to law.

law looked at his used pillow to see a wet spot from where you used to satisfy your core. it earned a chuckle from the man, “did you have fun y/n?” he clearly wanted to tease you.

you whined and rubbed your thighs together desperate for some kind of friction, “i can’t feel good.. too tired..”

law pulled you closer and let you rest your head on his chest, “do you need help so you can feel good? you just woke up so it might be harder for you to do it on your own.”

you nod tiredly. eyes barely opened you take law’s hand into your own, and pulled it under the blanket and towards your thighs.

law pushed your rubbing thighs opened, and ran his fingers against your cloth core. he could feel the outline of your pussy because your pants stuck against the wetness so well. it exposed you to your boyfriend’s fingers even though you were covered.

the new attention given to your core made you whimper. heading you made law feel bad for you, “don’t worry baby. i’m gonna help you feel good.”

you nodded mindlessly ready to take whatever your boyfriend was willing to do to your sleepy self.

his hand slowly made its way into your panties. you naturally spread your thighs more in order to grant him access. law appreciated your cooperation, “just relax and i’ll do the work. i’ll make sure you feel good y/n-ya.”

like a cue law began to brush his fingertips against your clit gently for you to adjust to it. the feeling if your boyfriend touching such an intimate part of you cause electricity to circulate inside you. he could make you feel good by doing the bare minimum.

law’s 2 fingers started in a circular motion around your clit. he circled around where he knew would be the most sensitive. he wanted to stimulate you as much as possible.

you shut your eyes completely letting the man do what he pleased in order for you to reach your peak. the sensations from your core travelled throughout your body pulling it closer to an edge.

law applied more pressure to his fingers tips. he slowed down his circular motions around your clit, and decided to start flicking motions. he moved his finger back and fourth against your sensitive bud. this earned slight moans from you.

law whispered encouragements into your ears, “you’re doing so good y/n-ya. i bet it feels good too doesn’t it sweetheart?”

you nodded to the man’s words sweet words as his fingers made you feel pleasures you would’ve never accomplished on your own with a pillow.

law continued, “you looked so gorgeous earlier. i wish i could always see you humping my pillow like that.” law abandoned your clit and made his fingers to your opening. his fingers naturally became coated in your core’s wetness.

you bit your lip, “i-i looked gorgeous?”

law hums, “absolutely beautiful. next time you should hump my thigh like that baby. i’d rather you use me than just my pillow.”

as law spoke he steadily pushes two fingers into your opening. the sudden action made you feel strangely full. you body naturally responded by rocking your hips against the fingers.

law continued his praises, but they went in through one ear and out the other. your mind felt absent while your body took in the pleasures of law’s long fingers pressing against your walls. you felt them go in and out, and you imagined his finger tattoos becoming covered because they repetitively make their way inside of you.

your whimpers start to become more vocal as your body climbed towards your climax. law continued to penetrate you with his two fingers, but skillfully used his thumb to rub your clit. he knew his actions were doing numbers on you by the way your body naturally tensed up, and how you became more vocalized.

you bit your lip, “law it feels so good, i-i think im close~”

law hums and quickens his pace, “then cum for me baby. i wanna hear you moan my name. who’s the only one who can make you feel this good?”

your body slightly arched up as your orgasm crept upon you. you moaned his name loudly, “law you make me feel so good! only you can make me feel so amazing~”

your orgasm washed over you turning you into a shaky moaning mess. you tightened around law’s fingers. he could feel his fingers inside of you become coated in your juices again. he pulled them out of your core and panties. he voluntarily sucked your juices off his fingers not wanting to waste a single drop.

you drew yourself closer to the man. you started to feel the exhaustion of the orgasm bearing over you. law found your middle-of-the-night horniness compelling. he also thought it made you cuter. knowing that he was the first thought on your mind after you woke up was satisfying for him.

law kissed your hair, “you should go back to sleep now sweetheart. it’s late.”

you barely responded, already on your path towards the realm of slumber, “you have to sleep too…”

law hums and gets comfortable with you by his side. he pulls your pillow so you two can share since you discarded of his earlier. he’d have to add washing his pillowcase to his to-do tasks for the next day.

masterlist

[mamoru-chiba-ua]

[clare-875]

Despair (Sanji x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Sanji x Female Reader Summary: You start to skip meals, doubting yourself and your image. Sanji doesn't notice until it's too late. Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Body image, Comparing yourself to others, Not eating enough (TW: eating disorder), Passing Out [One Piece Masterlist] _____

You prod at the food that lies on your plate absentmindedly, telling yourself to eat. It looks delicious; of course it does. Sanji's food was to die for, and you felt your heart sink at your thoughts to not eat what he has poured heart and soul into. But then again, your thoughts haven't been nice to you recently. You have found yourself comparing your image with Nami and Robin and all the other women you come across and you feel buried insecurities rising because of it. You know it's ridiculous; that you should really just embrace yourself and just deal with it. But you can't just deal with it. It's been running your mind rampant. I'm not pretty enough. I should work out more. Why can't I look like her? I should really start watching what I eat. You know the last thought is the most ridiculous; Sanji makes his meals to cater to every necessity your body could need. But you have tried everything, and the beautiful figures of your female companions are overwhelming. What if he realizes... I can never look like them. Will his eyes wonder? Will he leave me?

"Love, is everything alright?"

Your gaze snaps upward at your boyfriend's voice and he looks to you with deep concern in his eyes. The cook eyes you questioningly before looking at your untouched plate of food. "Is the food not to your liking? I could make you something else if you-" You quickly cut off his words, not wanting him to question the meal you know he has prepared so intricately for you and the crew. "No, no, I was just thinking. Thank you Sanji, it looks lovely." You try to undo his concern and make your lips quirk upwards, but you know what you produce is a half-hearted smile. Sanji looks at you, the furrow of his brows not giving way. However, as he goes to ask you something, he is interrupted by the voices of the crew. "Sanji! Another!" Luffy has his now empty plate high in the air, craving more of the meal, Ussop and Chopper doing the same next to him with wide grins on their faces. It has the cook rolling his eyes but he stops when Nami joins the fray. "I wouldn't mind some more too Sanji-kun!" Robin nods along, a soft smile on her face. "Me too!" The cook turns hesitantly from your side then, going to fetch their plates. "R-right, straight away ladies!"

He leaves you to your thoughts again.

In his distraction, you push your plate to Luffy who sits near you. "Here Luffy, take mine, I'm not feeling that hungry." Your Captain turns to you, eyes gleaming as he ponders your words. "Really?" But he has already taken the meal outstretched to him. "Thanks [y/n]!" You find yourself standing as he devours your meal in an instant, and hope Sanji doesn't notice it wasn't you who ate it. Robin perks up at your sudden movements. "Is everything alright, [y/n]?" You freeze as you turn to her, and you are met with her kind smile, the concern in her eyes. But you also see all that you cannot be. It is insufferable: your jealousy. It makes you loathe the depths of yourself and so you force it away and nod. "Yeah, I'm just turning in." You try to ease her concern and you don't know if she believes your words, but you move before she can question you further. You leave the rowdy crew to their dinner and open the kitchen door, not seeing how Sanji turns in surprise at your sudden absence.

You breathe in the crisp evening air, not noticing how desperately you needed it until it hits your face. A single tear slips from your eye but you catch it quickly, shaking your head. What's wrong with me? You move across the ship to the bathroom, hoping that a bath might help wash away your suddenly erratic thoughts. However, when you strip yourself of your clothes, you realise it is a mistake; there are mirrors. Your lips turn downward as you look at yourself realizing how impossible it would be to look like Nami and Robin. How impossible it would be to contort yourself to that image: pretty eyes, perfect smile, lack of waists and slim figures but still with curves where you needed them to be. How do they do it? Your thoughts then turn to how Sanji's face looked as they asked for seconds of his meal. He seemed so happy to cater for the beautiful women; of course, he would be. How long until his thoughts drift away from you? You turn away quickly and continue your tasks until you're wrapped in a towel again, hating your envy and hoping sleep might control it.

However, your insecurities can't disappear that easily.

Your thoughts mingled the rest of the week, and because of it, you found yourself eating less. You found yourself pushing meals to Luffy when Sanji was distracted, desperately hoping he didn't notice. You worked out more, glad that Zoro said nothing when he saw you more frequently in the crow's nest. You slowly started to slip into the rhythm. Skip breakfast, work out, a little lunch, work out, skip dinner. It was becoming easier to ignore your hunger, you told yourself you were seeing progress. You could never hate the beautiful women around you for your sudden revelations, you saw it as your own problem. You told yourself it was for the best. However, what you failed to see was that among your suddenly obsessive thoughts, you have slowly started to neglect your health, and on top of that, you have slowly started to neglect Sanji.

The cook had barely seen you the past week, and he missed you. What hours you would usually spend by his side you now spend in the crow's nest and he wanted your presence by him again. You used to always be in the kitchen as he prepared meals; his personal taste tester always gifting him compliments that made his heart soar. You would always share stories as he chopped and mixed, and he would be blessed by the soft sound of your voice. You would dry dishes you insisted on drying as he passed them to you, and he would hear your sweet laughter at something that had happened earlier in the day; he would have to struggle not to swoon just by the sound of it. You used to hold him gently as he cooked the crew's meals and he would feel your warmth make his heart stutter, make him want to create even better dishes just as a thank you for being his; for being you. Your fleeting touches, your pretty smile, your gleaming eyes, your perfect figure that melds into his; they were all suddenly taken from him and he didn't know why.

Sanji had tried to approach you several times but you had evaded him. "Sorry, Sanji I'm too busy right now." "Sorry Sanji, maybe another time." "Sorry Sanji, I think I'm gonna go to the crow's nest again." Sanji's lips downturned at the thought. Had he done something wrong? His fingers flicked on his lighter as he pulled out another cigarette; he had been going through them like lollipops recently. His heart twisted in slight envy as he thought of you in the crow's nest again, no doubt with the stupid marimo nearby. How had Zoro of all people seen you more than he had? It took all his strength not to (for no reason) go beat up the green-haired swordsman. His thoughts then lingered on an event he had considered over and over; the night when your smile didn't shine as it should as you poked and prodded your food. Of course, Sanji noticed the unusual despair on your face; he was basically a professional at catching on women's true emotions.

Had something happened? Had someone done something?

As Sanji thought on and continued to blow on his cigarette he finally considered something he had yet to acknowledge. Now that he had thought about it, he hadn't seen you much during meal times with the crew. You would either pop your head in for a brief while, leave quickly, or barely even show up at all. Sanji raked his brain harder for answers. He had thought he'd seen you slip something to Luffy during those times, but could it be your meals? He had seen your fleeting figure and he had seen how your eyes had seemed duller, your face a bit paler, your figure a bit more littered with exhaustion. But it couldn't be, could it? Were you skipping meals? He then thought of how your eyes seemed to sadden at the last island you and the crew had gone to. They were saddened by the presence of the women on the island; known for their beauty and charm. And, of course, they were beautiful, but they weren't you. Sanji had toned down his woman-crazed ways the instant he understood what his feelings for you meant. Had he let slip? Had you misinterpreted his care for flirt? Was it all his fault?

"Sanji-kun!"

He snapped out of contemplation as he registered Nami's worried voice as she ran to him quickly. "Nami-san? What's wrong?" Sanji feels his already racing heart pick up pace as the navigator frowns before spilling the words that has her rushing to him. "[y/n]... she passed out. She's with Chopper."

......

When you finally reopen your eyes, you are lost for a moment, not knowing what happened. But then, your memories start to flood back in. That's right, you think to yourself. You had finished your workout again, but something hadn't felt right. As you descended from the crow's nest and went to rest you had suddenly felt dreadful. Cold sweat had started to seep from your skin, your vision had slowly become clouded by spots and you had felt nausea wash over you quickly. You had stumbled, luckily Nami had been walking past as you did. You had felt her arms, heard her muffled voice in the ringing of your ears - something about staying awake - before the darkness had pulled you in. You sigh looking at the tube ingrained in your arm with despondency, before registering a warmth around your hand. You instantly look down to see that it was Sanji, and he had also just realised that you were awake. Your heart beats faster, shame befalls you, but he speaks first.

"Love... what happened? Chopper said you were malnourished..."

Your heart twists as you look at the cook who has utter concern and sadness and determination in his eyes. Why? "Love, please... talk to me." Sanji's voice sounds desperate for answers already lingering from Chopper's diagnosis, but he needed to hear it all from you. You let the silence remain for a moment to try and control your emotions, but your tears let slip and Sanji's eyes widen at the sight. "I-I'm sorry Sanji. I just- I just haven't been feeling like myself and- and I just wanted to feel better. I skipped meals and I guess I trained too hard. I-" You swallow harshly as you look at the man who squeezes your hand in comfort despite your despair causing his heart to ache. "I just wanted to be good enough, I didn't want you to realise that I'm not as pretty as-" You pause as you tear your eyes away from Sanji. "I just didn't want you to leave me." Sanji can't even describe the amount of disbelief that filled him at your words. You were scared that he would leave you?

"Love... How could I ever- What made you think- It's all my fault."

Your gaze snaps upward at his remark as you shake your head about to retort but he continues on. "I'm sorry love. I should've noticed sooner." Sanji feels his heartbreak for you as his lover, but failure seeps in as the cook of the crew. How can he dream of being a renowned chef, when he can't even notice his own partner, clearly having skipped and pushed away his meals. It was his job to make sure all the crew were fed and nourished perfectly, and he had failed to do that with the one person he cared about most in the world. What's more, he hadn't even noticed your insecurities; he had let you wither and deal with your pain alone. He grits his teeth. "[y/n]." Your heart jumps slightly at the sheer will in his eyes. "Believe me. You are beautiful, perfect, you are the only woman for me. Please, let me be there for you, let me help you..." He holds your hand up in his but you eye him hesitantly and so he continues. He presses his lips to your hand and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks; missing the intimate moments you have traded because of your irrational fears.

"I could never love someone else."

Your eyes glisten with his care and you squeeze his hand gently before peering into his gaze. "I'm sorry Sanji, I didn't eat your meals. I- I've been so distracted I haven't even come to see you... I missed you." Sanji's lips quirk upward then into his kind, warm smile.

"I missed you too, love."

In the following days that passed, you made up for the lost time with Sanji. In his kitchen, you went back to your usual routines and he swooned at your presence, also back to his normal self. Almost all the crew, except for those forever oblivious, let out a collective sigh of relief at the sight of the both of you together and back to your usual ways. Nevertheless, even as insecurities may bubble and rise within you from time to time, you didn't find yourself contesting your beauty or his love for you again; more like Sanji wouldn't let you. Each time he saw your eyes wonder, he held you closer. Each time he witnessed your thoughts drift away he brought you back to him. Each time you considered your self-worth, he would be there to reassure you of your beauty, and his adoration; all almost painfully obvious in the way he basically screamed of his love for you each passing day. He never wanted that look of despair in your eyes again, and so he made sure he didn't.

You looked at your boyfriend, the loving, doting, devoted chef of the crew and you didn't doubt him; you didn't doubt his words. You accepted yourself and you accepted his love, letting despair dwindle away; relishing the brighter days that lay ahead.

[pholla-jm]

Mwuah!

IMAGINE: MWUAH! ~ LUFFY X READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: established relationship. tooth rotting fluff *******************

You were quite content with your recent shopping spree with Nami. You have picked out a few new lipstick colors to go with your new outfits, and you were excited to try them on. So excited that you started to try on the different shades of lipsticks in the confines of your quarters. 

The first one was a nude color. You were happy with the color, deciding that this one was going to be used on an everyday basis. The next one- a dark red. You never really used this shade before, so you were a bit nervous to try it out. 

Just before you were about to try it on, your captain burst into your room. 

“(y/n)! You’re back!” He shouts, immediately wrapping your arms around you multiple times. He pulls your head into his chest, almost like he was trying to squish you. “Yeah, I arrived not too long ago.” Your voice was muffled, but Luffy still understood it. 

He pulls back, eyes full of curiosity as you hold the colored lipstick in your hand. “What you got there?” He asks. 

You look down at the lipstick then back at him. An idea suddenly struck upon you. 

With a smile, you started to explain to him. “It’s lipstick. It basically just paints my lips a different color.” “Ooh, can I see?” “Of course!” 

You turn your gaze back into the mirror and start to apply the dark lipstick to your lips. Once you were done, you turned back to Luffy. 

He had an amazed look on his face, like he’s never seen something like this before. “Wow, so pretty!” He says, causing you to blush at his compliment. 

“Thank you.” You lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek, leaving behind a kiss mark. 

Luffy laughs, “what was that for?” “No reason, just wanted to.” “Can I have more?” 

You didn’t have to be asked twice. You immediately lean forward again, pressing another kiss right on his forehead, causing another kiss mark. You continued to assault his face with kisses until the lipstick started to fade away. 

“Hold on,” you pull back, taking a quick glance at his kiss marked face. 

A subtle blush dusted his cheeks, a dumb smile on his face and a dazed look in his eyes. 

“But I want more.” He says trying to drag you back, but you were on a mission to put more lipstick on. “Wait a second,” You giggle while messily putting on the lipstick. 

As soon as you finished, he pulled you close to him. Basically pulling you right into his lips. 

His lips firmly pressed onto yours, successfully painting his lips the same red as yours. 

When you pulled away from him, you were quite happy with how Luffy’s face was covered in kiss marks. You were about to tell him, but he spoke before you. 

“Let’s go eat something (y/n), I’m hungry!” He shouts, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards the kitchen. “W-wait.” Your calls fall upon deaf ears. 

“Sanji!!” Luffy calls out as soon as he bursts into the kitchen, “I'm hungry. Make me a snack!” A sigh leaves the blonde cooks’ lips as he turns around, ready to scold him. 

However, he stopped at the sight in front of him. His mouth fell agape. It was really a sight for him. 

Luffy with a large smile on his face. Dark red kiss marks littered his face, and what was even more upsetting was that you were right beside him, wiping any stray stain from around your lips. It was clear that you were the one that marked up Luffy’s face. 

“What is this?! How is this fair? Please answer me this god!” Sanji cries out. 

Someone else burst into the kitchen, wondering what was going on. 

“What’s with all this crying?” Nami questions. However, she stops short, seeing the sight in front of her. 

Her hand covers her mouth, holding back her giggling snickers. They weren’t held back for long. She soon was full on laughing, causing your cheeks to heat up. 

“You look ridiculous, Luffy!” She doubles over, her arms wrapped around her stomach. 

“Hey! What’s so funny?!” Luffy asks. “Your-your face!” Nami laughs out. 

“What about it? It’s just my normal face.” “Uh, about that,” you whisper, grabbing Luffy’s attention. “Huh?” 

“When I kissed you, I was wearing my lipstick. So now you have kiss marks all over you.” 

You avoided his gaze, a bit shy from what his reaction would be.

It was silent for a second until he burst out laughing. 

The scene was a bit interesting. Sanji, on his knees crying, muttering how it wasn’t fear. All while Nami and Luffy laugh at his own predicament. 

“It’s okay! That just shows your love for me.” He says causing your face to turn bright red at his words. “You can’t just say things like that!” You whisper-yell at him. 

“Huh? Why not? You love me right?” You nod. “Good, because I love you too!” 

“Ugh, I’m suddenly feeling sick.” Nami grumbles. She looks behind you two, seeing that Sanji was still crying on the floor. 

“What a bunch of idiots.”

[cloudzoro]

Law lays on his back, with you on his chest, after your first time sleeping together. Law replays the events of the evening in his head; how your lips tasted when he kissed you, how your pretty pussy felt around his cock and how hot his name had sounded coming from your mouth. He tries to close his eyes and hopes listening to the sound of your breathing will help lull him off to dreamland with you, but it's no use. He's filled with questions that only you can answer if he wasn't too scared to ask you.

“Stop thinking so much” He jumps a little at your voice, not expecting you to be still awake. “What's wrong?” you ask tiredly. You lean up to look at his face properly, and heat rises in his cheeks as you make eye contact.

“It's nothing,” he sighs. You roll your eyes at his attempt to brush you off. He knows you're not going to accept that answer. “You're beautiful,” he says, reaching up to cup your cheek.

“So are you,” you say. He tries to respond but flounders completely. You've well and truly broken him. You laugh at the bewildered expression on his face. “All it took to break the great surgeon of death was some pussy and a compliment” you tease.

Law laughs, grateful for the comfortable atmosphere you create. He tells you to shut up and pulls you in for a soft kiss. He mumbles against your lips about how you deserve better than him, and when you attempt to protest, he interrupts you with another kiss. For the first time in his life, He's at peace, and he hopes to stay in this state with you for as long as he can.

“go back to sleep and get some rest. You'll need it,” he says, landing a slap on your ass. You whine in his ear as he rubs over the sore area. You obey him nonetheless, kissing his chest and closing your eyes. Drifting off to sleep in the arms of your man.

[4rticbolt]

Card DECLINED |Master-List|

Monster Trio+Law x !Fem!Reader, crack, fluff, modern-au, poor core (real), cashier is going THROUGH IT, !Early-relationship! , Ugh I thought this was so adorable, might be my favorite so far

They take you on a date and there card declines in-front of you...

Lemme know if I should do a fic for one of em' :)! (And spelling mistakes)

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Luffy

100% bought it all on fast food, he holds a Guinness World Record for the most amount of food eaten, period.

Would be confused at first, and wouldn't get it till you finally told him somethings wrong with his card. He about shoved it in there 100x times...

"HAH!? Why's it not working!''

"Wait huh seriously? Aww man..."

He'd definitely apologize and laugh it off. But he'd silent judge his card for failing him now as he attempted to finally buy you something. He’d definitely go and text Nami to Venmo him some quick money for you--in which she'd automatically decline.

(Much like his card)

Your bf would grumble, but he'd be quick to mask it with his short attention span.

He ended up dragging you into another random store after finding a whopping 5 bucks on the ground, sopping wet and crumpled from the rain... But somehow the cashier accepted it out of pity and he'd managed to buy you a little doodad in exchange--coming up behind you with a surprise in hand.

He giddily spun you around gleaming with excitement as he pecked you on the cheek.

"Shisihi, look what I got youuu! It's awesome"

(It was a crooked hot-wheels, but you ended up putting it on your shelf to cherish it)

Zoro

Sake was his downfall. Alcohol as we all know is incredibly expensive so it wasn't even a surprise, you expected it to eventually happen with how much he loved his booze...

Moreover you'd think it was a turn off with all his bottles but he'd always been a responsible drinker, and he barely got drunk...maybe a few times if he'd finally eased up in your arms.

Though when he swiped his card, it hadn't gone through. He'd pause and play it off a first, trying again, but when the cashier finally told him their were insufficient funds he'd go beet red.

"I don't know what you're talking about, it's gotta be your stupid machine..."

Not slick, at. all.

He'd act dense abt it, though deep down he knew he royally fucked up, so much for a romantic date...

When you finally offered to pay, he stubbornly grumbled as you had placed some spare cash on the counter.

"Oi, You didn't have to do that..."

He wouldn't immediately say thank you, but he'd been quietly grateful you were smart to bring 'just in case' cash... which he'd also said wasn't necceasry... but look what happened.

You tended to be right in these scenarios.

A few days later he had begrudgingly said thank you and handed you some floppy but colorful flowers as he had randomly stopped by your house heading to work.

Coincidently getting lost, but he'd never admit it.

The offer was rather chaotic as you'd just gotten out of the shower, but it only made him more flustered.

"Didn't uh, mean to interrupt, just wanted to drop these off. And thank you for the other day."

Sanji

I physically cannot see this man's card declining, so he had probably used the wrong card...

But even if he did I could see him full on freaking out, like telling the cashier to run it again and crossing his arms as his fingers anxiously tapped on his arm. He almost went to call his bank until he realized it wasn't his main card and his embarrassed meter went through the roof.

He went pink, but as you offered to pay he immediately shut it down. Sanji would never let you pay for anything, he wanted to take care of you and spoil you like no other--so forget asking. Even if you weren't that far along in dating.

He'd rather search the floor for pennies than let you pay.

Though if you did somehow manage to pay, he'd pay you back beyonddd extra. Like I'm talking about full on flowers and little chocolates or anything romantic.

Even if you thought it was rude to accept, he'd quickly assure you it was okay and that 'he wanted to' so it didn't matter if it was 'payback' or not. He'd came over to hang out, and he'd gently grab your hand kissing it as he spoke with gentle words.

"My love, just take it please, it'd mean the world to me."

Law

Law's card wouldn't normally decline, but one of his transactions for his action figure(s) had finally come through and he didn't realized it till he'd taken you out for lunch.

The waiter had handed him back his card and he deadpanned for a moment--before telling them to try it again--but hopelessly it didn't make a difference. And to make things better the waiter outright said he was broke and needed a different form of payment.

Law would loathe the moment, feeling second-hand embarrassment for miles as he brooded wishing it happened anywhere else no mattering the time.

He'd be embarrassed, growing quiet with a darkened expression as he averted his gaze. Which it only intensified when you happily handed the waiter your card, assuring him it wasn't the end of the world... and that you were just happy to be here with him.

He had gone increasingly quiet, and you couldn't help but laugh as he covered his face with the tilt of his infamous hat.

"L-Let's just go."

This man would NEVER let it happen again, and he'd carefully watch his guilty spending habits with a sour expression. The thought of that moment practically kept him up at night.

Law didn't pay you back, but he'd taken a little time off work to spend more quality time with you as that seemed to make you happy. And your doctor-in-training wanted nothing more than to see your smile.

[livwritesfics]

T. Law x reader idea: go to sleep, dork

He was tired. But he couldn't sleep. He mustn't. If he fell asleep then he would see it all over again. The things that he lost, and the things he's failed to do. His dad, mom, sister, Cora-san. Even seeing in his nightmares the people he could loose.

His nightmares showing him the oblivion of it all.

Y/n came into the room just as he was working at his desk. He didn't even notice her coming into the room. He jumped, startled when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder.

"What now, Y/n? Can't you see I'm busy?" He growled at her, not looking up.

"It's late," she began, a gentle, sympathetic tone coating her voice. "You haven't slept in days, your eyebags are growing. You need sleep Law."

He ignored her voice and continued to write. This went on for a few minutes until Y/n turned the chair Law was sitting in to face the edge of the bed that she sat on.

"You. Need. Sleep." She worded out, painfully clear.

"Leave. Me. Be." He attempted to turn his chair away but was stopped when Y/n put her hands on the chair.

"I know how you feel about your eyebags, Law. If you don't want them there, you have to sleep. Makeup isn't going to solve everything." Y/n stated, slapping Law in the face with the brutal truth.

They had a moment of silence before Law sighed, putting his head into his hands. "Do my eyebags really look that ugly? Are they a turn off? Are they-"

Y/n stopped him and his rambling by pulling his hands away from his face and into her lap. She held his hands tightly, but not enough to hurt him. "Beautiful? Unique? Extraordinary? Then yes! Absolutely. But," she gave Law a stern but compassionate look. "I don't like how you don't give yourself your basic needs. You're going to bed and you're going to sleep."

Law groaned in defeat and buried his head into her shoulder. Y/n wrapped her arms around him and whispered into his ear, "C'mon now, that's enough for tonight. I know your body wants to sleep, okay?"

She helped him stand up from his chair and get changed into his pajamas.

"One leg, now the other one." Y/n whispered.

Y/n never minded when Law was needy. He was rarely ever anyways so it was okay if he was like this for one night.

Then she took him to the bathroom so that he could brush his teeth and wash up. Y/n was practically dragging him around and Law was so tired that he was just going with it. They had that mutual trust anyways so he trusted her.

That's what Law loved about Y/n, that she loved him enough to put up with all of his crap. She loved him so, so much that she didn't mind this.

"Okay, now we can sleep." Y/n pulled the blanket over them both. Law immediately snuggled right into her and breathed in her scent.

"mmm, I love youuu." he whispered half-asleep into her neck.

Y/n giggled, "I love you too sweetheart."

A/n: SOOOO... I know it's been a HOT MINUTE since I wrote any fics on here... but I was snooping around my drafts and found this romantic, fluffy, beauty in here and figured WHY NOT?! So, here you go, I also still have requests that I have not touched and they've just been sitting there, so I may or may not come back to writing fanfiction, I don't knowwwww... anyways Merry Christmas everyone!

[softonshanks]

Hi!

Your fic about Sanji was amazing, which is why I’m here with another request 😊

How do you think Zoro and Sanji (separately) would change and behave in a relationship? 💖

Hey, thank you so so much! Sorry if this one took time, I thought it through! Hope you like it (: Zoro

Zoro is notoriously independent, and getting into a relationship doesn’t change that overnight. At first, he struggles with understanding the subtle nuances of being with someone—he’s used to relying on himself and chasing his goal of becoming the world’s greatest swordsman. But, slowly, he starts to realize that having someone who truly cares for him doesn’t weaken him; it actually strengthens his resolve.

He won’t be the type to express his feelings through long, romantic speeches. Instead, Zoro shows his love through quiet acts of devotion. He sharpens his partner’s blades if they’re a swordsman too, or he makes sure they always have food when they’re training or recovering from a fight. He won’t say much, but the way he instinctively moves to protect them in battle speaks louder than words ever could. He’ll also try harder to stay awake when they’re together—something that’s not easy for him, considering his nap habits.

Zoro doesn’t change in the flashy sense, but he becomes more aware of his surroundings. He’s always been protective of his crew, but now he’s fiercely protective of his partner, though he trusts them to fight their own battles. He still gets lost constantly, but now he finds himself checking over his shoulder to make sure they’re nearby. If they’re separated, he feels an unfamiliar twinge of discomfort until they’re reunited. His pride may prevent him from admitting it outright, but he values their presence more than he lets on.

In private moments, Zoro’s surprisingly tender. He’ll lie back with them in the crow’s nest or under the stars, his hands resting behind his head, and let them curl up against him. It’s quiet, but the silence between them feels natural, not forced. He’s not one for excessive physical affection, but sometimes he’ll run his fingers through their hair when he thinks they’re asleep. When they’re truly alone, he might even rest his head on their shoulder or let them lean on his chest, murmuring something gruff like, "Don’t get used to this," though they both know he doesn’t mean it.

Though Zoro’s heart remains focused on his dream, he learns that loving someone doesn’t distract him from his goals—it gives him one more reason to achieve them. He fights harder because now there’s someone he wants to protect, someone who makes the idea of surviving the next battle even more important.

Sanji

When Sanji enters a relationship, it deepens his already ingrained sense of devotion and care, but it also introduces new facets to his character.

In the early stages, Sanji will go above and beyond to make his partner feel special. He’ll pull out all the stops with grand gestures: candlelit dinners on the ship's deck, flowers arranged in intricate patterns, and love letters that might rival any romantic poet's. His cooking will reach new heights as he constantly experiments to create dishes that his partner will adore. Every meal becomes an expression of his affection.

Despite his over-the-top romanticism, Sanji’s behavior becomes even more attentive and protective. He’s always been chivalrous, but now he’s even more vigilant. He keeps an eye out for their safety in combat, sometimes even prioritizing their well-being over his own. His protective nature becomes apparent not just in battle but in everyday moments—whether it’s ensuring they’re comfortable in a rough sea or defending them from any form of insult or danger.

Sanji’s relentless charm and flirtation with others will soften considerably. While he still appreciates the beauty of women, his attention and flattery will be reserved for his partner. He may still cook for the crew and be a gentleman, but his flirtatious remarks will have an affectionate, teasing edge when directed at his loved one.

He’ll also struggle with balancing his desire to protect with respecting his partner’s independence. At times, his overprotectiveness might come off as smothering, but he’ll be learning to navigate this, respecting their space while still being ready to support them in any way he can.

Sanji’s cooking becomes an act of love, and he often creates special dishes that hold personal significance, from a meal that reminds him of their first date to a recipe that reflects something they shared together. When he’s feeling unsure or overwhelmed, he’ll retreat into the kitchen, using cooking as a way to process his feelings and reaffirm his commitment to them.

In quiet moments, away from the bustling ship and the crew’s antics, Sanji reveals a more vulnerable side. He’ll let his guard down, showing them the man behind the perfect image—the one who dreams of a peaceful life with them, where they can enjoy simple pleasures together. He might not always be articulate about his feelings, but his actions will speak volumes: the way he holds their hand, the way he listens intently to their stories, and the way he lights up when they’re around.

Ultimately, Sanji’s relationship brings out his deepest qualities—his loyalty, his nurturing nature, and his romantic heart. He’s driven by the desire to make them happy, and this only intensifies his passion for his dreams and his role within the crew. Loving someone makes him more grounded, but it also makes him more determined to build a future where he can share his life and love with them, all while continuing to support and cherish his friends and his culinary aspirations.

[zosin-ya]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9 - ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ɢᴀɴɢ

Summary: Spending a girls night with you friends, quickly turns into a spontaneous party, with Law being dragged along reluctantly.

tags.: part of the strawhat gang + bonney being your friends, Franky and Robin are married and Luffy not understanding the concept of labor.

a.n.: I love letting Law suffer c:

[ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇx]

“What do you mean they were together for a year?” Nami asked, raising an eyebrow as you sat behind her, fingers skillfully braiding her hair. She had been hounding you for some quality girl time lately, especially since you’d been too wrapped up in your new relationship…or whatever you wanted to call it. It felt like forever since you’d hung out with her or her flat mate Bonney.

You sighed, focusing on the steady rhythm of weaving Nami’s soft strands. Across from you, Bonney was lounging in an armchair, her face slathered with a green mask, chomping on crackers with the dedication of a pro athlete. She shot you a skeptical glance beneath her mask. “You at least stalked her, right?”

“She added me on Instagram already, no need,” you replied, still focused on braiding. Bonney’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, like you’d just admitted to committing the biggest faux pas. With a dramatic sigh, she grabbed her phone from the table beside her, unlocking it in one smooth motion.

“Girl, that’s rookie stuff. You gotta dig deeper. What’s her name again? Yuki something?”

“How is any of that gonna help me with this?” you groaned, feeling the heat of frustration rise in your chest.

Nami smirked as she painted her nails, not bothering to hide her amusement. “Oh, come on, don’t you want to know more about Law’s ex?”

“No!? Why would I?” you snapped, a little too quickly. The defensive tone in your voice only made Nami and Bonney exchange knowing glances before bursting into laughter.

“Yeah, right,” Nami teased, the grin on her face widening. “You’re telling me you don’t care at all about the girl your Loverboy was with for a year?”

You groaned again, knowing full well they had you there. Bonney, meanwhile, was scrolling through her phone with an expression that was far too mischievous for your liking. She definitely found something.

“Well,” she said slowly, her tone all too playful, “if you’re really not interested, I guess I won’t show you this adorable old pic of her and Law…”

Your hands froze mid-braid. Curiosity flared up like a warning bell, but you tried to play it cool. Bonney was definitely baiting you. But before you could decide what to do, Nami was already sliding off the couch, careful not to mess up her freshly painted nails. “Oh, Let me see!”

You watched as they giggled together, huddling over Bonney’s phone. The temptation gnawed at you, dragging you deeper into the spiral.

“…okay fuck it, show me,” you muttered, standing up and leaning over the back of the armchair to get a peek too, curiosity getting the better of you.

On Bonney’s screen was a cozy group photo, probably from a Christmas gathering. The usual holiday clichés were all there — tacky sweaters, a fireplace, Rosinante in the center, grinning like an absolute goofball, surrounded by two people you guessed were Law’s parents. You smiled despite yourself. But it faded when your gaze found Law, standing off to the side, his face its usual stoic mask. Next to him, unmistakably, was Yuki.

Your heart dropped suddenly.

Sure, you knew it was from his past, but something about seeing them together, in such a personal setting, hit you harder than you’d expected. It felt like peeking into a part of his life that was still off-limits to you.

Before you could fully process the flood of emotions, Bonney scrolled to another picture on Yukis Facebook, obviously not being used for ages. This time, it was just Law and Yuki, standing under a snowfall. They weren’t posing for the camera but caught in a candid moment, smiling at each other like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

That one hurt.

“Wow, how petty do you have to be to keep that stuff?” Nami mused, waving her hands to dry her nails faster. Bonney nodded, tossing another cracker into her mouth, treating it all like juicy gossip.

Their casual comments snapped you out of your daze. They were right — this was all in the past. Ancient history. You were the one dating Law now, and from what he’d told you, Yuki was nothing more than a chapter long closed.

Still, the pictures gnawed at you. Was it jealousy? Or just the realization that Law had once shared parts of himself with someone else, in ways you hadn’t yet?

“You okay?” Bonney asked, her teasing tone now replaced with concern. Her eyes studied your face, searching for a crack.

“Yeah,” you lied, trying to shake off the unease. “It’s just… weird, you know?”

“I get it,” Nami chimed in, her voice softer now, more understanding. “But that’s all it is — the past. And you’ve got the hot emo boy now.” She winked, throwing you one of her playful smiles that made you chuckle despite yourself.

“Besides, she’s ugly,” Bonney added with a smirk, tossing her phone onto the table. “And you know, insane.”  Yea you couldn’t deny that. Especially after what Yuki had pulled on you.

Bonney stood up, feeling like switching the topic now after seeing how you your mood had dropped, heading toward the kitchen. She didn’t indent to sadden you after all. It was supposed to be a fun girls night. You should relax and have fun, not cry over a relationship that is long over.

Moments later, you heard the clinking of bottles, and soon enough, she returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses. “Let’s drink on that crazy bitch.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” Nami laughed, extending her hands carefully so as not to ruin her nails.

You joined in, shaking off the last of your lingering doubts. This wasn’t supposed to be a night for wallowing in jealousy over Yuki. Fuck her anyway.

As the three of you clinked glasses, the weight in your chest finally lightened. You pulled up your legs on the couch and relaxed again. The cheap wine and the support from your friends really were what you needed right now. You took a sip, savoring the slight burn and letting out a satisfied sigh.

“So, what’s the real deal with him?” Nami asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as she leaned back next to you on the couch. “I mean, brooding bad boy, kind of a mystery. Are we talking about some serious feelings here?”

You felt your face flush at the question. Leave it to Nami to cut straight to the point. “I don’t know,” you admitted, swirling your wine glass a little. “I like him. A lot. But it’s… complicated.”

Bonney raised an eyebrow, taking a long sip of her wine before chiming in. “It’s always complicated with guys like him. Let me guess, he's got that whole ‘tragic backstory’ thing going on?” She said it with a smirk, but there was a knowing look in her eyes.

You laughed softly. “I have no idea.” You really didn't, barley knowing anything about his past, beside his Ex. Law's tempo at revealing sensitive topics to you were slow, even Yuki was only mentioned after what had happened.

Nami teased, raising her glass to her lips. “Because it sounds like you're still figuring him out.”

“Maybe,” you said, leaning back into the couch. “He just doesn’t talk much about his past, or his family...or anything personal.”

Nami and Bonney exchanged glances, and Bonney let out a dramatic sigh. “Girl, just don’t let him pull you into some dark mess without a lifeline. I swear, guys like him can be a black hole of emotional baggage.”

“Bonney’s right,” Nami said, giving a playful nudge with her foot. “You need to protect yourself too. But, if you think it’s worth it, we’ve got your back.”

You smiled, appreciating their concern. “Thanks. I mean it.”

Bonney, ever the practical one, stood up, stretching lazily as she glanced toward the window where the sun had long since set. “Alright, enough with the heavy stuff. We’re supposed to be relaxing! How about we find something trashy to watch and finish off this wine?”

And so you did, the bottle emptied quicker than any of you expected, and before you knew it, Bonney had already popped open another one. The mood had shifted into something light and easy, with laughter filling the room, nonsensical conversations flowing freely, fueled by the sweet, warm buzz of alcohol. The filter that usually kept things polite was long gone.

“Y/N, you gotta tell me something…” Nami leaned in closer, her cheeks flushed from the wine, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Is he good?”

“Good at wha’?” you replied, blinking in confusion.

Bonney groaned, rolling her eyes and helpfully making a rather crude hand gesture to spell it out. “You know.”

You snorted, trying to keep your composure but feeling the heat rise to your face. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sudden shift in conversation. “Oh my god.”

Nami was relentless though, scooting even closer, her eyes twinkling with playful intent. “Come onnn, spill! He has to be. You know what they say about tall guys…”

Bonney waved a hand dismissively. “Pfft, doesn’t mean any tall guy knows how to actually use it. Trust me, been there done that.”

“Don’t distract her, Bonney!” Nami scolded with mock seriousness, her focus laser-sharp. “I need to know, Y/N. And don’t worry, I’ll keep it to myself.” She shot you a look that made it clear she absolutely would not, but the alcohol in your system made you feel less guarded, and you found yourself grinning.

“I mean…”

“I need details!”

“I’m not giving you details!” you laughed, cheeks burning as you covered your face.

“Okay, fine,” Nami said, settling into her seat as if ready for a formal interrogation. “Just answer me with a yes or no. That’s fair, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but play along. “Okay, fine.”

She gave you a mock-serious look. “He a top?”

“Yah, obviously.”

Bonney burst out laughing, nearly spilling her wine. “What do you mean obviously?!” she cackled, and you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

Nami waved her hand, shushing Bonney dramatically. “Okay, okay. Next question.” She paused for effect, leaning in like it was a life-or-death matter. “Is heeee… making sure you finish?”

“Sure.”

“Always?”

You hesitated for a split second before smirking. “Yup.”

Both Nami and Bonney exploded with laughter, raising their glasses in triumph. “Nice!” they shouted in unison, clinking their glasses together with a high-five, clearly way too pleased with the answer.

“Why are you two more excited about this than me?” you laughed, the weight of earlier worries completely gone.

“We’re living vicariously through you!” Nami teased, taking another sip of her wine. “Besides, it’s not every day we get juicy intel on a mysterious bad boy.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as the conversation drifted back to more ridiculous topics. The laughter, the teasing, the shared warmth of friendship — it was exactly what you needed. Whatever stress and insecurity had been gnawing at you earlier had been drowned in wine in the good time you were savoring. Right now, you were just grateful for your friends.

While you had your well-deserved girl’s night, Law was already on his way to pick you up, something you'd asked him to do earlier when you knew the night with your friends would go late and include a little too much wine. He walked up the stairs, playing with his keys absentmindedly, making them spin around his finger. Soon he found the right apartment by the sound of your laughter echoing through the hallway, along with music blasting in the background.

Just as he reached out to ring the bell, footsteps approached from behind. Turning slightly, Law saw a green-haired guy walking up to him with the same deadpan expression he usually wore. They locked eyes for a moment, the air thick with silence until the guy spoke up.

"And you are?" the stranger asked, clearly heading to the same apartment.

Law raised an eyebrow, a bit annoyed at the intrusion. "Picking someone up. You?"

"Alcohol.”

Law’s confusion deepened. What was this guy talking about?

Zoro, Bonney and Nami’s upstairs neighbor, never passed up the opportunity for free drinks. They were good friends, and he was bored enough to drop by whenever things got rowdy.

"Right..." Law said slowly, frowning as he turned to finally ring the bell, only to find the green-haired guy standing next to him like it was no big deal. Great.

A few moments later, the door flew open, revealing Bonney, now holding an entire bottle of wine instead of a glass. She blinked in surprise at the sight of two men standing at the door, then a mischievous grin spread across her face as she locked eyes with Law.

"Hey, Y/N! Your boy toy is here!" Bonney called out, her voice loud enough to carry inside.

Law's eyes widened, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He already regretted agreeing to come.

Nami appeared next, her curiosity piqued. She peeked out the door to get a look at this Lover of yours, but the moment she spotted Zoro, her expression shifted dramatically. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Free booze," Zoro replied with a casual shrug, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants like this was an everyday occurrence.

Nami groaned, clearly annoyed. "You gotta to stop mooching off us every time you hear wine bottles open. I swear, you owe me for every beer you’ve emptied." She tugged Zoro inside by the sleeve, muttering about making him pay her back later. He stepped inside with a satisfied grin, more than happy to partake in the free drinks.

Meanwhile, Law stood awkwardly in the doorway, observing the chaotic interaction. He felt like he’d just walked into a sitcom, unsure of what to do or say. Bonney’s eyes gleamed as she took him in, her mind clearly wandering to the things you’d revealed earlier about your sex life. The way Bonney stared a bit too long at his crotch made Law clearly uneasy. Especially with that grin of hers...was that how women felt?

"Is...Y/N coming?" Law asked, hoping to speed things along and escape the situation with you as quick as possible.

Bonney leaned casually against the doorframe, still holding her bottle of wine, an amused smirk on her lips. "I think she’s busy looking for the corkscrew... but you should totally come in and join us!" Her grin widened as she grabbed his arm, ignoring his attempts to protest.

“Wait—” Law began, but it was already too late. Bonney had pulled him inside with a strength that surely surprised him, as the door clicked shut.

You finally emerged from the kitchen, holding the corkscrew in one hand and a fresh bottle of wine in the other. When you spotted Law looking a bit out of place in the middle of your girls’ night, you had to chuckle a bit.

Zoro being already sprawled on the couch like he lived there rent free didn't seem to faze you.

“Oh, Law!” you beamed, walking over to greet him, blissfully unaware of the minor chaos swirling around him. With the alcohol warming your system, you impulsively stood on your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, catching him completely off guard. His chest fluttered, though he tried to ignore the sensation. “Didn’t expect you so soon.”

“It’s past midnight,” he replied dryly, raising an eyebrow but failing to hide his slight surprise. The casual peck had thrown him off more than he cared to admit.

"Can we stay a little longer, please?" You looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, the same look a child give their parents when begging to stay out late with friends. Law, ever the night owl, didn’t particularly mind, though the thought of spending even more time in the middle of this lively scene made him want to run for the door.

“I can pick you up later,” he offered, thinking you might take him up on it. Yet luck didn't seem to be on his side today.

“Nooo, you’ve gotta stay! C'mon!” you chuckled, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the living room before he could even process a proper response. He opened his mouth to protest, then quickly closed it, realizing he didn’t really have much of a choice. With a resigned sigh, he slumped down onto the couch next to Zoro, who was already sipping on his drink.

Zoro lifted his bottle and gave Law a questioning look. “Mh?”

Law stared at him for a moment, then sighed again. What kind of ape communication was this.

“Sure, whatever.”

Grinning, Zoro popped open another bottle and handed it to Law. They clinked their bottles together, though Zoro took an impressively large gulp, like he hadn’t had a drink in days. Law, glancing at him from the side, took a much smaller sip, eyeing the other man’s easygoing nature with mild confusion.

You returned with a freshly filled glass of wine, plopping down on the armrest next to Law, clearly pleased that he’d agreed to stay. Even though you forced him. Literally.

However, his discomfort kept getting worse, as the doorbell rang again continuously, signaling the arrival of even more people. The once quiet hangout was quickly turning into a full-blown party, something Law hadn’t remotely anticipated. First, a tall, elegant woman walked in, introducing herself as Robin, followed by her boisterous and overly enthusiastic husband, Franky, who instantly made his presence known with his loud voice and equally loud personality.

Then came a duo of chaos in the form of Luffy and Usopp, both bursting through the door with enough energy to fill the room three times over. Luffy immediately darted toward the snacks, while Usopp settled down on the floor comfortably, since the couch was already crowded.

Law, by now, had sunk even further into the couch, clutching his beer bottle like it was some sort of lifeline. He wasn’t one for big crowds, especially not when surrounded by people he barely knew. His eyes flicked around the room, trying to find something—anything—to anchor himself amidst the growing chaos.

Zoro, completely unfazed, leaned back casually, like he was used to this kind of scene. “Not a fan of big crowds, huh?”

Law shook his head, taking a small sip of his beer. “No, not really.”

Zoro grinned and gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Good luck, man. This is just getting started.”

As the room filled up with more people and the noise level rose, you noticed Law’s discomfort. Walking over to him, you leaned down with a soft smile. “You okay?” you asked, genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, though you could tell he was far from comfortable.

You chuckled, brushing your fingers lightly across his arm. “You’ll survive. Promise.”

Law sighed, but a small smirk tugged at his lips. You always had a way of calming him down, even when everything around him was spiraling into chaos. At least he wasn’t completely on his own—

“Let’s play karaoke!”

"Oh, yes!" you practically squealed, leaping up from the armrest with a burst of energy. Without hesitation, you dashed over to help Bonney set up the console, your hands flying over the controls as you excitedly plugged in the microphones for a round of Let's Sing.

Law blinked, watching you leave him alone and dash to the game with that enthusiasm of yours. He leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms. Yep. He was on his own for this one.

As the singing began—not that Law would even call it singing—he sat there, watching you laugh and belt out lyrics with your friends. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but seeing you so happy with your friends was... nice. The buzz of conversation and laughter filled the room, but Law was content to observe from the sidelines.

Thankfully, Zoro wasn’t all that eager to join in either, providing Law with some much-needed silent company as the he nursed his drink. However, Zoro had also downed more than enough beer for the night. Without a word, he stood up and ambled toward the bathroom, leaving the spot beside Law empty. Law sighed, sliding further into the seat, hoping to stay out of the growing mayhem.

But of course, his peace was short-lived.

"Hey! You Y/N’s boyfriend?"

Oh god, no. Please.

Franky, all loud enthusiasm and booming presence, plopped down beside him, making Law almost jump from his seat. Among the group, Franky was arguably the loudest—but it was a tight race. Everyone besides Zoro and Robin seemed to have a default volume setting that hovered somewhere between “obnoxious” and “headache-inducing.”

Law shot Franky a grumpy side-eye, not bothering to hide his irritation.

"We're not together."

Franky looked genuinely perplexed, glancing between you and Law like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "What, you ain't?" He scratched his chin, then broke into a grin. "Ah, I see. Not official yet, huh? Haha, yeah, I get that. You know how long it took me to convince my lady to be mine? Two years! But look where we are now!" His laughter boomed across the room, drawing a wince from Law, who massaged his temples in an effort to stave off the growing headache.

"Aha," Law muttered, clearly uninterested, but Franky wasn’t bothered.

"So how long you been seeing each other then?" Franky leaned in, undeterred by Law’s obvious reluctance to chat. His curiosity was boundless, and his energy relentless. "C'mon, you can tell me. Y/N’s like a lill' sister to me. I gotta make sure she's doin' alright, y'know?"

Law exhaled, feeling the weight of the conversation shift. Franky wasn’t going to drop this, was he? As annoying as the guy could be, there was something sincere about the way he cared for you. Maybe Law should make more of an effort. After all, you had meshed well with his group, even handling Shachi and Penguin's relentless teasing and matching Rosinante’s high-energy friendliness. If he was serious about you—and he was—maybe it wouldn’t hurt to connect more with your friends.

"Few months, I guess," Law finally muttered, sounding almost disinterested. But Franky wasn’t buying it.

"Few months, huh?"

Law sighed, giving in with a little more honesty. "Eight and a half weeks, give or take."

Franky’s grin widened. "Now we're talkin'! I knew you had the details. That’s good, man. Real good." He clapped Law on the back with enough force to nearly knock him forward. "You’re a lucky guy, y’know that? Y/N’s special."

Law nodded slowly, his gaze drifting back to you as you yelled into your microphone with your friends, completely oblivious to the conversation happening on the sidelines. Yeah. He knew exactly how special you were. And for the first time in a long while, he found himself willing to let someone in—despite everything he'd been through. Even if he didn't said it openly, the seriousness of his feelings for you was undeniable.

He just wasn’t ready to share all that with the world quite yet…

As the next song blared through the speakers and the room erupted into more chaotic laughter, Law felt his patience wearing thin. The noise, the energy—it was all a bit too much for him. He scanned the room, watching you sing with your friends, your carefree joy almost contagious. Almost.

But Law had reached his limit for the night.

Silently, he stood up from the couch and slipped past Franky, making his way toward the door leading to the small balcony. He needed air, desperately. As he stepped out, the cool night breeze hit his face, soothing the tension that had been building in his temples.

He exhaled slowly, leaning against the balcony, gazing out on the night life on the streets below him. For a moment, he let the peaceful stillness wash over him.

The door behind him creaked open, and he didn't need to turn around to know it was you. Your presence was always unmistakable to him.

"Running away?" you teased lightly as you approached, your voice soft in contrast to the lively noise spilling out from the room behind you.

"Needed a break," Law muttered, not taking his eyes off the street. "Your friends are... a lot."

You laughed softly, coming to stand beside him, letting your shoulder touch his. "Yeah, I guess they can be. But you will get used to it.”

Law raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at you. "I tolerate it. For your sake."

"Right, sure," you said, rolling your eyes but smiling as you did. The soft moonlight highlighted your features, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The noise from inside was still faintly audible, but out here, it felt like a different world.

"You didn’t have to follow me," Law said after a while, his voice quieter now. “You can go and enjoy “singing” with the others.”

"I wanted to," you replied simply, still gazing at the sky. "Just checking if you’re doing okay."

He huffed, but there was no bite to it. “I’m fine on my own.”

“Yeah,” you said with a gentle smile, your eyes meeting his. “But you don’t always have to be.”

Law didn’t respond right away. He stared out, the familiar tension in his chest loosening just a little. You had a way of making things feel… easier. Less complicated. Even when you weren’t saying much, just standing there with him, it felt like enough.

 “I don’t expect you to suddenly become best friends with everyone. But... you’re part of this now. Part of my world.” You smiled a bit drunk, your voice warm. “And I’m really glad you are.”

Law turned his head slightly, looking at you for a long moment. His expression softened in a way it rarely did around others. There was a weight to your words that he couldn’t ignore.

“I’m glad too,” he murmured, almost as if admitting it to himself.

You beamed at him, reaching out to take his hand, your fingers brushing his. He hesitated for a second before gently locking fingers together, the small gesture grounding him in the moment. You both stood there in comfortable silence, the distant sound of your friends' laughter fading into the background.

“Think you’re ready to head back in?” you asked after a while, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Law let out a small, amused huff. “Not yet.”

You laughed softly, slightly leaning against him, while Law really appreciated you checking up on him, even if he seemed repelled at first. Sometimes he wondered how well you could read him, tell what he actually needed. Franky was right, you truly were someone special...

But your peaceful moment was quickly shattered—private time wasn’t exactly a concept the gang understood. The balcony door burst open, and in came Luffy, practically bouncing on his feet. Somehow, despite being the only one who hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, he had more energy than everyone combined.

"Ah, fresh air!" he exclaimed, stretching his arms out wide.

Law groaned inwardly, letting his head hang for a moment. He should’ve known.

Before either of you could react, Luffy squeezed himself between the two of you, casually breaking the connection of your hand in Law’s. He leaned over the railing, staring down at the quiet street with a big grin plastered on his face, completely oblivious to the mood he had just bulldozed through.

Law’s eyebrow twitched dangerously, his patient running low. How dense can one person be?

"Hey, Luis—"

"My name is Law," he corrected flatly, already regretting it because—

"Anyway!" Luffy completely ignored the correction, plowing forward without missing a beat. He grinned brightly at you both, clearly unfazed by Law’s deadpan look. "We have this weekly movie night on Mondays. You should totally come and join us!"

"Pass," Law replied immediately, his voice clipped. "I’m busy during the week."

"Luffy, Law works," you chimed in with a chuckle, clearly amused by how little the concept of schedules seemed to exist in Luffy’s mind.

Luffy blinked, staring blankly as if the notion of work baffled him. “Can you... maybe not work?” he asked, tilting his head in that curious, innocent way of his, now casually picking at his nose as if the problem of work hours was one that could be solved by sheer willpower.

Law stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Did he just—

You were already laughing at the sheer absurdity of the exchange.

Luffy, unfazed by Law’s irritated silence, kept going. “Fine! How about Taco Tuesday then? I know you gotta be free for tacos!” His grin stretched ear to ear, as if he’d just come up with the most foolproof plan in the world.

Law groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I also work on Tuesday.”

“All day long?” Luffy asked, his expression serious, as if the thought of someone working all day was inconceivable to him. "That’s gotta be, like, illegal, right?"

You were practically doubled over in laughter at this point. Watching Luffy try to integrate Law into your friend group was like watching someone try to fit a square peg into a round hole—both characters were complete opposites, and it was hilarious to witness.

It wasn’t that Law didn’t want to make an effort. It was just... Luffy.

Sensing Law’s frustration, you stepped in to smooth things over. “Maybe we can arrange something, Luffy. On weekend instead?” you suggested, smiling at your overly enthusiastic friend.

Luffy’s face lit up like a lightbulb. “Awesome! That’s even better! Saturday or Sunday works. Or both! Oh, wait—what about Friday night? We could have burgers and movies!”

You shot a glance at Law, who was now staring out at the street again with a blank, resigned look on his face. He wasn’t saying anything, but you could practically hear the thoughts running through his head.

“Luffy, let’s… take it one step at a time, alright?” you said gently, still laughing as you patted his shoulder. “We’ll figure something out.”

Luffy’s grin somehow got even bigger. “Sweet! You guys are gonna love movie night. We always watch the best stuff. I mean, sometimes it’s just old kung fu movies or stuff with explosions, but who doesn’t love explosions, right?”

Law muttered something under his breath, too quiet for anyone to hear, but you knew he was nearing his limit.

“Luffy, maybe you should head back inside and check on the others,” you suggested, trying to throw Law a lifeline. “I think Usopp and Franky are starting another game.”

Luffy’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot about that!” He turned on his heel, already halfway back to the door. “I’ll save you a spot for the next round!” he called over his shoulder, leaving just as quickly as he’d appeared.

The moment the door closed behind him, Law let out the deepest sigh of his life. “How do you deal with that?”

You grinned, slipping your hand back into his. “They mean well.”

Law let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Still exhausting.”

After the cold air had finally cooled you down enough to want to head back inside, Law followed close behind, settling into his usual spot on the couch. To his surprise, Zoro was back in his own seat as well, nursing yet another bottle of beer. Law couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. How many of those had he already gone through? He started to seriously wonder Zoro’s relationship to alcohol.

As Law moved his empty bottle aside and sat down, Zoro glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “Mh?” he asked yet again, holding up his beer as if offering to grab another.

“Nah, pass. Gotta drive still,” Law replied, his tone flat.

Zoro gave a brief nod, content to let the silence settle back in. It wasn’t awkward, though—just two people comfortable in their own quiet. That was something Law appreciated about Zoro at least; he wasn’t one to fill the air with unnecessary chatter.

After a few minutes however, Zoro broke the silence. Clearly aware that Law was quite uncomfortable still. “You’ll get used to it. Don’t worry.”

Law raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. “Do I have to?” His voice carried the same uninterested energy as Zoro’s, though there was a hint of dry humor beneath the surface.

Zoro took a slow sip of his beer, then looked at Law with a lazy but knowing smirk. “Yup. Too late now.”

Law sighed, leaning back into the couch, his arms crossed as he stared at the chaotic scene unfolding around them—Luffy still bouncing off the walls, Usopp and Franky laughing hysterically at whatever ridiculous antics they were up to, and you, blending in perfectly with the madness, laughing and teasing Bonney as she tried to argue about the best way to combine pizza with pasta.

Law leaned back, feeling a strange sense of acceptance. He wasn’t entirely sure if he’d ever fully get used to this kind of madness, but looking around at your friends, and back at you, he started to think that maybe—just maybe—he didn’t mind trying for you.

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[heartsforseo]

Strawhats with a member who likes Sanrio

A/n: I LOVE Sanrio sm and used to have a Keroppi mirror and Hello Kitty plush (now I have more >:)). The Skincare fic did better than I thought tbh. And I ws brainstorming what fic to write since I ws bored. So pls request :(( also maybe a bit oc??

⭑Luffy wouldn't understand why you like Sanrio and what's the hype about it.

⭑Yeah, he heard about it from Makino and got a shirt that's Kitty, but that's that.

⭑When you ramble about Sanrio to him, he'd just laugh about it and say, "You really know so much about this, Y/n!"

⭑Especially about your fav character(s), he'd just listen to you, smiling and looking right at you. Though he might doze off from time to time.

⭑And if he ever remembers, he'd tell you about the Hello Kitty shirt he got from Makino.

⭑And if he ever figures out that he had that merch before you, he'd boost about it and talk about it until dinner arrives.

⭑But now whenever you guys stop on a new island, he'd race you on the Sanrio merchandise and steal buy one for you and him.

⭑Zoro, the best man, would stare at you like you just escaped from the mental asylum.

⭑He really doesn't know anything about Sanrio. He thought that it was some booze at first based on how much you'd talk about it.

⭑But when you finally explained what it was to him he was like://

⭑He noticed your gloomy expression and he suddenly started panicking.

⭑Would try to tell you what he heard from your rambling, but all you could hear were some loud stutterings.

⭑It was honestly laughable how hard he tried. So extra credit for him.

⭑You told him how he acts like Badzt and he was like, "Is he cool?"

⭑But now whenever you guys would stop by a new island, he'd somehow reach the Sanrio stall first.

⭑Nami would gasp, someone actually knows Sanrio???

⭑When Nami was young, she'd see it on one of the newspaper pages. She'd always look forward to the new chapters to be released.

⭑She'd also hear some of it from Bellemere and would get hand-me-downs from Nojiko.

⭑So when she overhears you ramble about Sanrio to someone she'd butt in and share her opinion.

⭑After the conversation, she'd start noticing how many references and merch you have of your favorite character.

⭑Now, whenever you guys stop on a new island, she'd happen to buy you clothes for your favorite character.

⭑Say your thanks and she might buy you more. (But don't abuse it or make her angry, she'll pull up the bills.)

⭑Sanji also knows a lot about Sanrio.

⭑Working at Baratie as a server and cook, he'd seen a lot of girls wearing Sanrio bracelets or necklaces.

⭑He'd even gift Sanrio cut flowers with a letter (the dedication of this man goes crazy).

⭑So when he finds out you like Sanrio, he immediately shows you his pile of plushies, posters, cards, stickers, etc.. you name it.

⭑Every day, you gotta expect a gift from him.

⭑And it doesn't help that he gets more creative--day by day. For example, he'd first give you small gifts then start getting bolder and bolder.

⭑He’d also make you a sanrio-themed food/dessert/drink.

⭑Whenever you guys would go to a new island, he'd add a "gift for Y/n" to the list.

⭑And when you all would set sail, the cycle returns.

⭑Ussopp is also one of the people who knows a lot about Sanrio.

⭑He was just skimming the newspaper and saw Sanrio, now he looks forward to the stories and maybe even gets some inspiration for his stories.

⭑When you told him that you love Sanrio, he told you about his stories and that he met the creator of Sanrio. Even meeting KeroKeroppi.

⭑But fr though, he probably made a weapon inspired by Sanrio.

⭑Ooh, speaking of weapons. He has an inspired Sanrio attack and name.

⭑Now whenever you guys boarded off, he'd look for gunpowder and get some ideas and critiques from you.

⭑Chopper has heard of Sanrio from the townsfolk and Dr. Hiriluk.

⭑When you told him you like Sanrio he was happy.

⭑He starts talking about things from the past that link with Sanrio.

⭑When you told him that his animal form is like Deery-Lou, he'd whine and say, "I'm a reindeer, not a deer!"

⭑All jokes aside, he likes getting praised and being told by strangers that he looks like a Sanrio character.

⭑He likes sweets so when he saw a Sanrio-themed lollipop he'd start squealing and run over to buy one.

⭑Now whenever you have to go to a new island, you'll see Chopper with 2-3 Sanrio-themed lollipops.

⭑Robin would also know what Sanrio is

⭑Looking at other children having those kinds of stuff, I'm sure she must have dreamt of having at least one merch before.

⭑But when she was still Ms. All Sunday, I'm sure she kept track of the storyline in the newspapers.

⭑When you tell her about your love for Sanrio she'll say, "Is that so? I have some fair share about it."

⭑She collects the little kinds of stuff. For example, she has a keychain of kuromi and Aggressive Retsuko (it reminds her of Chopper).

⭑Now whenever you guys get off to a new island, she'll maybe buy you a keychain and match with her (if she has time, especially since she's looking for poneyglyphs).

⭑Franky has heard of Sanrio before.

⭑Especially from Tom-san.

⭑He honestly likes Sanrio. He even tried to make one before, when he was young.

⭑When you told him 'bout your love for Sanrio, he immediately thought of building you one.

⭑AND HE ACTUALLY DIDD!!! It was a life-size Pochacco statue!

⭑If you didn't like the character or have other commissions, Franky would happily do them!

⭑Now, whenever you guys settle to a new island, you don't have to worry about getting the limited's since Franky could make them.

⭑Hands down, Brook probably knows the owner☠︎︎

⭑This guy is so old he may even helped with the soundtrack.

⭑All jokes aside tho, I'll say that Sanrio wasn't really known when he was still alive. And considering he has been wandering on his own for 50 years, he had definitely missed much of it.

⭑You'll have to tell him what the latest chapter is and what he missed (He's in the corner, crying cuz he missed so much).

⭑He'd probably play a soundtrack he remembers when he first watched it 50 years ago.

⭑But once you fill him in on the latest news, he'll also be fangirling with you!! (Yoohoo new buddy!!)

⭑Now, whenever you guys would settle on a new island, you both would hang out and discuss the latest episode.

⭑Jimbei I'd say would know the basics

⭑I mean, he has been a fighter so I'd say he hasn't gotten some time for relaxation.

⭑he reminds me of Hangyodon sm :(((

⭑I mean, he's a nice guy who likes the best for others.

⭑When you told him about your love for Sanrio, he'd be like, "Oh I know some of that." but he'd prefer to listen to you.

⭑When you tell him about his similarities to Hangyodon, he'll probably try to learn more about him.

⭑Hangyodon would probably be one of his favorites. Especially since he's the first one he knows a lot about.

⭑Now whenever you guys would leave for the next island, you'd give him some small stickers and ties.

A/n: Okokokokok so ofc I don't know MUCH about Jimbei yet. And I just got into the backstory of the sun pirates. I'm at like 536. But anyway, I finally finished this fic after 23 hours. Ofc I was bored again so I wrote. My next fic would be the Gaming one unless someone sent a request. ALSO MAYBE OOC

[indialadina]

🐯x👒 Domestic fluffness

[genderless-naper]

collections

trafalgar law x crewmate!reader

theme: a bit of fluff. no mention of relationship, feelings, kissing, etc.

being talked over during conversations made you no longer willing to converse with the crew. law decides to step in to make you feel less alone

sfw, wc: 2.6k, lowercase intended!

the crew was livelier than usual. with all tasks for the day completed, conversations filled the air as everyone shared quality time together. many recounted recent ordeals, and the sounds of laughter, complaints, and heated debates echoed throughout the submarine.

you tried to join in on the active conversation. you were eager to share the new hobby you had picked up, and you couldn’t keep yourself from wanting to tell your loved ones.

although your desire to share was strong; everytime you tried to speak up your words hung in the air without response, and your crew mate continued their commotion. it seemed as though your words vanished into the noise. the lack of response made you feel a bit of an outcast within the group. although this topic was meant to be a way to connect your friends with your personal life you figured there will always be another chance to speak of it. so for now, you let everyone to continue their conversations as you listened.

ikkaku is the first to notice your hushed state. it wasnt something she was concerned about, and instead just wanted you to talk like everyone else.

“do you have anything you want to share about your day y/n?”

feeling enthusiastic you took this as your chance to talk about your beloved newfound hobby. it seemed a bit silly saying it out loud, but made you happy. it should be worth the mention.

“i’ve starting doing something new whenever we visit new islands with towns. i’ll start to-“

you were quickly interrupted with shachi’s sudden outburst, “penguin is such a liar!!”

penguin gasps dramatically. their commotion drew the small amount of attention your conversation was getting. penguin and shachi start to wrestle over a disagreement. all the members laugh while some even made bets on who would win. that is all the members but you.

you stared blankly. you knew your friends weren’t purposefully trying to talk over you. still you couldn’t push the feeling of being ignored away much longer. you stood up and slipped away unnoticed while the group was busy with their activities.

you walked to the girls cabin to find a space to yourself where you wont be feeling ignored. at that moment actually being alone felt much better than feeling lonely in a room full of people.

you laid down and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes until you heard an unexpected knocking. a muffled ‘can i come in?’ was heard from the other side of the door.

before you could respond the door had opened and your captain entered the room. his tall figure and poker face made its way over to you. you sat up confused as to what your captain could need from you.

law invited himself to sit down in the empty space next to you, “tell me about.”

you raised your brow. was there a specific report you were forgot to tell him? you searched through your mind for all the possibilities he could be referring to.

law cleared his throat to pull you out your own mind and regain your attention, “tell me about that thing you do with new islands”

you were astonished that your captain was actually paying attention to you. you figured that at the end of the day he is an observer.

he spoke again, “you looked like you wanted to talk about it, but everyone kept speaking over you.”

embarrassment crept upon you, “it’s fine really. i didn’t mind. it was a stupid topic anyways, so it would’ve bored them out.”

“it won’t bore me. i know you want to speak about it, so hurry up” the dark-haired man’s way of reassuring you made it feel like he was rushing you instead. you couldn’t refuse him, as he sat in front of you, waiting to be told as if you were keeping some infamous secret from him. you knew any attempt to refuse would be dismissed immediately by law. but deep down, you find his gesture meaningful. it was his way of saying ‘i see you’.

“you know you don’t have to do all this just because you feel bad captain.”

he knew his earlier phrasing wasn’t sitting quite well, so he added onto it, “it’s not that i feel bad, i just want to know about my crew, so tell me because i’ll listen to you.”

you could no longer protest against him. you make your way to grab a small box then returning to your seat, “you have to promise not to laugh.”

curiosity sparked within law, “whats in this box that could be so laugh-worthy? or are you just being dramatic?”

you rolled your eyes, “i’m not being dramatic. im just saying you can’t laugh jeez..”

law takes the box from you. if he left the unboxing to you, it would take hours for you to gather the courage to remove the top. with one swift motion, law unveiled what the box kept safe— what exactly it was that you wanted to share so badly with the crew.

the inside of the box contained an assortment of pens. all different shapes and colors. law was truly left speechless, “pens..?”

you grabbed the box back from him, “you said you wouldn’t laugh!”

law cleared his throat again, and fixed his expression to its stoic state, “i’m not laughing. i just wasnt expecting that. do you collect these pens across the islands?”

you nod as you look away. you couldn’t help yourself feeling a bit mortified. telling friends is one thing, but telling your captain makes you feel less strong-willed in his mind. you couldn’t help but wonder how embarrassed he must be, thinking about his crew mate being strange enough to collect a specific writing utensil.

suddenly his voice draws you out of your conscious, “which one is your favorite?”

“my favorite? it would have to be this blue one.” you pull out a glass pen that’s been dyed a shade of dark blue. it was heavy in weight, but wrote the smoothest lines when dipped in ink.

from here you start talking about the differences between the pens, their pros and cons, which island you got them from, demonstrating their writing on paper, and much more until you were certain you had bore law out. instead the tattooed man seemed just as interested as you were. he was learning about an item he never gave much thought to.

“you’re not weirded out by this..?”

law shook his head, “why would i be weirded out? you’re just like me.”

“how am i just like you?”

law smirked and lifted his hand to create his blue room bubble around you both, “i’ll show you. room, shambles.”

suddenly you find yourself in laws room. the crew’s laughter still echoed throughout the submarine. law pulls put a box , and pulls its lid off to reveal it’s contents to you.

“coins..?” you tilted your head, looking at the box

“i collect coins from different islands. don’t look at it like that when you do the same thing.”

you take the box, “just because i do the same thing doesn’t mean it’s not gonna be weird.”

law chuckled, “collecting pens is more weird than coins.”

you fired back a warning stare, “at least pens are useful. i can write with all of them.”

“so what? i can spend all of these.”

“captain, you can only spend it if you go back to these islands.”

the two of you went back and fourth, debating which item to collect was the best. as the night went on you both shares stories of certain items in your collections. you proceed to match the closest-looking pens to the closest-looking coin.

being able to to share such personal interests with each other made you both realize you are a lot more alike than you though.

at the end of the night law asks for your hand.

“what’d do you need it for?” you hold your hand out to him. law proceeds to place a gorgeous gold coin designed by fine detailing.

law spoke up, “i want you to keep it. take good care of it and keep it with your pens” a slight smile tugged at his lips.

you giggled, “is it meant to bring me prosperity?”

“hopefully. you’ll need it to buy more pens”

you roll his eyes at his remark. you look through your collection again and pull out a black pen decorated with small hearts. you have it to the tattooed man, “keep it. it suits you captain.”

law observed the pen with a smile. he continued to use that pen whenever he wrote important notes. he kept it with him at all times to remind himself that he isn’t so alone, and there are other nerds who collect things just like him.

on the other hand you were reminded of him every time you opened your wallet to pay. the gold coin shimmering was almost as bright as both of your faces sharing your hobbies with one another.

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[mamoru-chiba-ua]

Morning being morning 🥱

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A Different Kind of Pirate - Part 6

Zoro X Reader

Tw, Mdni/Nfsw in future (Just kissing for now)

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Part 6: One Step Closer

The next day you wake up still holding on to Zoro, feeling bad you try to let go but he sleepily pulls you closer not letting you. You smile and accept your fate, falling asleep again. The next time you wake up Zoro is now up getting ready, you sit up and rub your eyes sleepily. He smiles at this sight and tells you to get dressed as you need to eat something. You do as he says and get ready for the day. 

“Y/n.” He says taking your attention. You look at him and hum in response.

“You don’t need to tell the crew, well I mean, you have a few options. Either you can tell them yourself, I can tell them, or we can kind of tell them but leave out most of it.” You nod thinking of what he offers.

“Could we leave out most of it?” You ask, he nods in response and asks,

“Do you want me to tell them or you?”

“I’m not sure if I could.” You reply honestly.

“Then I will.” He smiles and grabs your hand, leading you down the stairs to the kitchen to get food. 

When you walk into the kitchen you unexpectedly see the heart pirates all sitting and eating. Before you even knew what was happening Law grabbed you into a big hug, causing you to unknowingly let go of Zoro’s hand, which he was not happy about. Law begins to explain how worried he was about you after he didn’t see you at your rendezvous point and that he’s glad you are okay. You thank him and break the hug, stepping closer to Zoro. He continues to talk to you about the fight and you notice Zoro’s deadly stare unbroken for even a blink at Law. You tug on the sleeve of his arm to get him to blink, he slowly looks at you and gives you a soft smile. He then interrupts Law stating you both need to eat but thanked him for his concern for you. He grabs your wrist and drags you to the counter, you give Law a gentle smile while walking away.

Zoro angrily grabs some food, giving you a plate then once again grabbing your wrist and dragging you outside the kitchen all the way to the grove. You both sit on the bench swing and eat, you can tell he was annoyed by the heart pirates. 

“You okay Zo?” You ask hesitantly.

“Yeah.” He shortly answers. “Just don’t like Traffy around you that’s all.” You take a second to process his response.

“Is there a reason why?” You ask curiously looking at him. He looks like he's really thinking of an answer, struggling to find one, or maybe doesn’t like the one he has. 

“Just don’t trust ‘em,” He says ending the conversation.

What Zoro really wanted to say was he didn’t like the way Law looked at you, the way his eyes softened when he saw you, the way he ran to you when he saw you, the way he was looking for you after the fight. He hates to think about you with him, calling him nicknames and flirting with him like you did with Zoro. It made his blood boil, every time he saw Law he wanted to punch his guts out, grab you, and take you far, far away. But he knew it wasn’t like that. He knew you didn’t like Law like that, but it didn’t stop Zoro from hating him. 

Zoro knows why he feels that way but won’t admit it, he knows why he’s so protective of you, why he doesn’t let anyone near you let alone touch you. Deep down he knows why he only lets you close to him, why he lets you take care of him: something he doesn’t let anyone else do, even when he’s hurt. He knows he can’t admit why because if he does, he can’t ever go back. His dream will take a back seat, and as much as he wants you, he can’t let that happen. His priority needs to be his and Luffy’s dreams, and to make that happen he can’t admit his feelings for you. So instead he sits and simmers, upset with your interactions with anyone, but especially Law. 

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That night the straw hats and heart pirates celebrated their victory aboard the Sunny once again. This time Luffy announced your addition to the crew, with lots of hugs and excitement you all enjoy the party around the fire pit. You had much to drink and danced with Robin and Nami for what felt like hours. Too drunk to spot them, both Law and Zoro had their eyes on you. After a long few hours, you are exhausted from dancing and need to take a break, so you go grab a new bottle of sake. Both Law and Zoro watch you, each secretly hoping you will come over to them. To Law’s disappointment you run over to Zoro swinging your arms around him, his body stiffens at this new contact but quickly melts into it. You come off of him and sit next to him leaning on him, then handing him the fresh bottle. He takes it and drinks most of it in one go, knowing he’s going to need it with you like this. 

You sit with him enjoying being with him, continuing to watch everyone dance and enjoy the fire. 

“Welcome to the crew,” Zoro says smiling down at you.

“Thank you, Zo” You say smiling back at him.

You can tell that you both are extremely drunk, more than you should be. 

“I’m hungry, gonna go grab something from the kitchen.” You say getting up from the grass.

“Mmk, bring me something too.” He says, you nod in agreement.

Law watches as you go into the kitchen and decides to talk to you. You are rummaging through the cabinets when he walks in, you don’t look up, too engrossed in trying to find the perfect snack. When you take your head out of the cabinet you realize Law is towering over you. 

“...Hi,” You say sheepishly. 

“Hey,” He says looking down at you.

You awkwardly grab your snack and some bowls to pour it in, making your way to the counter. You then get trapped by Law’s arms on either side of you, him leaning on the counter. You turn around, his face now inches from yours. 

“I like you y/n, I won’t pretend like I don’t.” He says seriously.

“Oh! Um, thank you, Law. I appreciate it, but I’m not really interested in you.” You try to say it as nicely as possible. He hums and leans into your ear.

“Just give me a chance, I promise I can be good for you.” He whispers. You freeze up, not knowing what to do or say, too drunk to think. Suddenly another large body is towering over you two. 

“She said she wasn’t interested,” Zoro says with a growl and a look as if he’s about to kill Law.

“Yeah, whatever,” Law says letting go of the counter and walking out of the kitchen pissed off. 

You take a deep breath after that interaction and look up at Zoro, quietly thanking him. 

“Want to take these to our room instead?” Zoro asks picking up the snacks. 

“Yes please,” You say following him out of the kitchen and to your room. 

You both get to your room, still drunk you sit down on the balcony, and eat your snacks, a few seconds later Zoro joins you. After a few minutes of silence, you say,

“Thank you, Zo, for coming and getting me.” He grunts in response.

“Pisses me off he thinks he can act that way with you.” He says angrily. 

“It's okay, I think he got the message this time.” You say softly. “I like someone else anyway.” 

Zoro’s heart pangs at this comment, hoping, no wishing, it isn’t someone else. He can’t handle watching you be happy with another person. He wants to be that person. You notice the obvious panic on his face since he’s drunk. You put your hand on his cheek and push his head to look at you. When he does his sight is met with a smile from you, making him melt into your hand. 

“You need to stop panicking pretty boy.” You say still holding his face. You slowly lean your face towards his, both of you growing closer until you are able to smell the alcohol from his breath. Suddenly he pulls you into a kiss and you quickly reciprocate it. A chaste kiss turns into a heavy makeout. 

He helps you onto his lap and you both continue to make out. Your hands on his chest start to play with the hem of his shirt. His hands are on your hips tightly gripping them. You let all the desire you had been holding out. Zoro starts to pick you up, standing up himself and turning around to pin you to the wall. He is now holding you against the wall as you both make out. Your hands start making their way up underneath his shirt. But before you get to his chest he pulls away from the kiss catching his breath. His eye filled with lust and desire for you, and you now realize the look he’s been giving you all along, a look of want. 

Suddenly, his gaze turns to regret, realizing what he just did. He gently places you down mumbling apologies, trying to walk away to the room. You grab his wrist and look at him.

“You have nothing to apologize for” You state firmly.

“But, your crush, and-” He starts to say.

“Zo wait,” You say quickly chasing after him into the room. 

He knows he needs to get away from you or he won’t be able to stop himself from telling you every thought he has ever had. You follow him inside.

“Zoro where are you going?” You ask watching him walk out.

“I just- need to think, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that,” he says sadly, not looking at you. “You should go to bed.” He says before he leaves, harshly closing the door behind him.