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Can you do a strawhats x reader (not romantic) where the reader was a former slave and didn’t tell the strawhats and can you give the reader a laid back sorta attitude as well as really strong haki or a zoan devil fruit sorry if this is to much to ask take your time!

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Some Chains Just Rust Away

One Piece x Reader (non-romantic)

It started like most things on the Sunny — with chaos and shouting.

You were reclined in the crow’s nest hammock, boots kicked up, arms behind your head, listening to the crew’s usual lunchtime noise drift upward. Luffy and Usopp were arguing over meat again. Zoro was probably asleep with one eye open, and Nami was two threats away from violence.

You didn't feel like getting involved.

The sun was warm. The ship was safe. And nobody asked too many questions about you — just the way you liked it.

You’d joined up after Enies Lobby. You helped them out of a tight spot on some Marine-infested rock, and Luffy, in typical fashion, had grinned and gone, “Wanna join?” You blinked. “Sure.”

They hadn’t asked much about your past. And you hadn’t offered.

What would you even say?

"I spent most of my childhood in chains. Ate dirt. Learned to smile with a broken jaw. Then one day, I stopped bleeding and started biting back."

No. Didn’t matter now. You weren’t a slave anymore. You were a Straw Hat — laid-back, overpowered, and terminally under-motivated unless someone was bleeding.

You didn’t fight often. You didn’t need to.

The first time Sanji saw you punch a Sea King off the ship deck with one fist — no wind-up, no Devil Fruit glow, just raw, hard-packed Haki — he dropped his cigarette.

“Did… did you just—?”

You yawned. “Thing was loud. I’m trying to nap.”

You never bragged. Never barked. Never warned.

You were calm until the second you weren’t — and by then, it was too late for whoever stood in your way.

Zoro respected that. Robin too. Nami pretended you annoyed her, but when she couldn’t sleep, she usually found you stargazing and sat quietly beside you. You didn’t say much. You didn’t have to.

They didn’t know who you used to be. And that was the point.

One day, a slaver ship drifted near. Mistook the Sunny for some rich pleasure craft.

Bad call.

You were the first one over the railing.

You didn’t wait for orders. Didn’t ask permission. Just vanished mid-sentence — BOOM — gone in a sonic shock of Haki-enhanced speed. The crew barely caught a glimpse of your silhouette, gliding on invisible air.

Luffy shouted after you, “Save some for me!”

But by the time they reached the enemy deck, it was over.

Slavers unconscious. Collars smashed. Chains melted.

You stood in the wreckage, breathing even, a bit of blood on your sleeve.

“Yo,” you called lazily. “We’re good.”

Luffy blinked. “What happened?”

You shrugged. “Didn’t like their faces.”

He grinned. “Nice.”

Robin’s eyes lingered on the broken collars for a moment longer than the others.

You kept walking.

That night, you sat near the ship’s edge, feet dangling. Watching the moon ripple over the sea like silver chain links dissolving in ink.

Chopper sat beside you.

“They were scared of you,” he said, voice small. “The slavers. I heard one say, ‘it’s one of them.’”

You said nothing.

“…Were you a slave?”

The wind blew.

“…Don’t ask questions you don’t wanna carry the answers to, Chopper.”

He looked down, ears low. “Okay.”

You bumped his side lightly with your elbow. “But thanks for not treating me like glass.”

He smiled — just a little.

You didn’t need them to know. Not really.

You weren’t hiding it. You were just… done with it.

You had your hammock, your freedom, your crew. That was enough.

Let the past rust in peace.

It was supposed to be a simple supply run.

An island known for fresh fruit and strong liquor — a break, Nami said, after days at sea. You’d peeled off from the main group, doing your usual thing: no fuss, no attention, hands in your pockets, ears sharp. Always sharp.

You knew something was wrong when the air got too quiet.

Then the ambush hit.

A mercenary crew with bounties just high enough to be cocky. They'd been tracking the Straw Hats for weeks. Wanted to make a name. And you — the quiet one — looked like the easiest target.

They didn’t know better.

Not yet.

You took down the first three before they could blink. No Devil Fruit. No tricks. Just clean, terrifying Armament Haki — fingers hard as obsidian, a single strike each.

Then one of them got smart.

They hit you from behind.

Tackled you to the dirt. Pinned you face-first into the ground.

And your breath stopped.

It wasn’t the pain. You’d had worse. It was the position.

Face down. Arms wrenched behind you. Weight pressing into your spine. Dirt in your mouth.

Your body went stiff.

You couldn’t breathe — couldn’t move — not because they were stronger, but because this was familiar. Too familiar.

You saw chains. Heard laughter. Felt a boot on your neck.

Something deep inside you screamed.

The world snapped.

A pressure burst from your body like a storm detonating from your chest.

The attacker on your back went flying — body arcing mid-air as blood sprayed from his nose and ears.

The rest froze.

Because they felt it now.

Conqueror’s Haki.

Pure. Unfiltered. Violent.

It wasn’t neat. It wasn’t royal. It was feral.

Uncontrolled and personal.

Half of them dropped without warning. Eyes rolled back. Mouths foaming.

The rest stumbled away, eyes wide and wet, as you stood — slow, shaking, breathing like a wild animal.

The crew found you ten minutes later.

You were standing in the center of the broken battlefield, arms limp at your sides, breathing low and tight. Not a scratch on you, but your hands were trembling.

Luffy grinned. “WHOA. That was your Haki?! That was AWESOME!”

You didn’t answer.

Zoro narrowed his eyes. He noticed the way your shoulders were tight. Too tight. How you flinched when Sanji stepped too close.

“Oi,” he said carefully. “You good?”

You smiled. Too fast. Too forced. “Yeah. Just got worked up.”

Robin watched you a little too long.

Chopper looked like he wanted to say something — but didn’t.

You walked past them all. Calm. Controlled.

Back on the Sunny, you found your quiet corner, laid down on the wooden deck, and closed your eyes.

You’d trained so hard. Buried it so deep. Learned to laugh, to sleep, to fight on your own terms.

But for one second, face-down in the dirt, you were that scared kid again. The one they chained up and beat for sport. The one who used to bite guards because her fists were too small.

You pressed your hand flat to the deck, breathing in the warm wood, the sound of the ocean, the faint laughter of the crew.

You weren’t there anymore.

You were here.

Still free.

Still strong.

Dinner was loud that night.

Luffy was inhaling food like someone would steal it. Usopp was embellishing your earlier fight with grand, inaccurate gestures. Sanji was fussing over a new seafood dish. Nami and Franky were arguing about whether they needed another Weather Egg or more Cola tanks.

You were at the edge of the table, elbow propped, staring into your untouched bowl. The laughter and clatter buzzed around your ears like white noise.

You were calm. Quiet.

Like always.

Then someone said it.

It wasn’t meant to hurt.

It was just a joke.

“He fought like a slave trying to earn his freedom,” Usopp said, laughing with a mouthful of rice. “Crazy intense!”

There was a pause.

Nami laughed politely. Luffy didn’t even blink. Sanji rolled his eyes.

But your spoon stopped.

Very gently, you set it down.

You stood.

The bench squeaked. Everyone glanced over.

“’Scuse me,” you muttered, and turned away.

Not fast. Not storming.

Just… gone.

You didn’t go far. Just to the upper deck, where the stars cut clean through the night sky. You gripped the rail until your knuckles paled.

You weren’t mad at Usopp.

He didn’t know. None of them did.

But the word landed like a whip crack in your ribs. You could still feel it — the instinctive curl of your spine, the locked breath in your throat, the sound of distant laughter from men with keys at their belts.

You stared at the sea. Counted the waves. Ground yourself like you always did.

“Breathe. Don’t act out. Don’t let them see you snap.”

Then came the quiet voice.

“I figured it out just now,” Robin said, stepping beside you.

You didn’t move.

Didn’t deny it.

Didn’t say a word.

“I’ve seen a lot of things,” she continued, hands resting gently on the railing. “Read too many books filled with cruelty. And the way you reacted… I’ve seen it before. That silence. That discipline.”

You kept your eyes on the sea.

“I’m not going to tell them,” she said softly.

That made you glance at her — just once.

She met your gaze with calm, deep understanding. Not pity. Not sympathy. Just truth.

“Do you still feel chained?” she asked.

You took a breath.

“…Only when someone touches my back without warning.”

Robin nodded.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

The night was soft. Wind slow.

Eventually, she said, “You’re not alone on this ship. You don’t have to tell them. But you don’t have to carry it solo, either.”

You snorted. “I’m not carrying anything. Just… walking a little heavy sometimes.”

Robin gave the tiniest smile.

Then, quiet as a whisper, she summoned a phantom hand — her own — from the railing beside yours. It hovered there in reach.

No pressure.

Just presence.

You didn’t grab it.

But you didn’t flinch from it, either.

And that was enough.

Back below, Usopp was still laughing, completely unaware.

But Robin watched you return to the table with a neutral face and slow steps — and the tiniest flicker of tension around your eyes.

She said nothing.

But she knew.

And from that day forward, whenever your voice got quiet or your fists clenched too hard — she noticed.

And she never let you spiral alone again.

Sabaody Archipelago was heat and noise and tension wrapped in sunlight.

The crew had split to shop and resupply, agreeing to meet by Grove 21 at sundown. You wandered near the edge of a vendor-lined path, arms crossed, shoulders low. Watching. Always watching.

Then you felt it.

That disgusting shift in the air — like rot dressed in gold. That hollow silence swallowing every sound.

The crowd around you fell to their knees like wheat beneath a scythe.

A single name hissed from trembling lips: “Celestial Dragon.”

You didn’t drop. You didn’t blink.

You locked eyes with the one walking past.

And fate, cruel as ever, gave him your old master’s face.

Saint Varlos.

Fat with self-importance. Powdered skin. Dripping silks and arrogance. He rode atop a slave’s back like a stool with legs, face flushed with heat and wine. And when his eyes passed lazily over the crowd— —they stopped on you.

Your jaw clenched so tight your teeth ached.

The man blinked.

Then smiled.

You saw it — that slow, dawning recognition.

“Well, well…” he drawled. “If it isn’t my favorite little dog.”

The world tilted.

You stood like a statue, nails biting into your palm. Behind you, you could feel the crew’s confused glances. Luffy’s head tilted. Nami’s brow furrowed.

You didn’t speak.

“Thought you were dead,” Varlos continued, voice loud and gleeful, “but I suppose trash has a habit of floating.”

He chuckled, waving his hand in lazy circles. “What’s wrong, mutt? Forgotten how to crawl? Kneel, or I’ll remind you.”

Robin was watching your face now. Her fingers twitched. Something clicked behind her eyes.

Still, the crew stood frozen.

Too stunned.

Too unsure.

And you… you just glared.

No shouting. No shaking.

But the air was beginning to vibrate.

Varlos narrowed his eyes. “Still got that look. Always hated that look. Like you thought you were more than a toy.”

He leaned forward slightly on his moving perch, lips curling.

“You’re not a person. You’re a thing. A stolen weapon. I own the bones in your body, girl.”

Sanji flinched.

Zoro’s hand went to his swords — slowly.

But still, they didn’t understand.

Not yet.

Not fully.

Because all they saw was you, standing still.

But you were back in that gilded cell, collar burning, hands cracked from stone floors. Back to the taste of blood and metal. Back to nights when the stars were just pinholes in the ceiling of your cage.

Your vision blurred.

But your feet held.

You said nothing.

You didn’t need to.

Because the air shifted again.

Heavy. Sharp. Wrong.

Conqueror’s Haki curled around your shoulders like a storm.

Varlos felt it. His sneer faltered.

“You dare—?”

Still, you didn’t speak.

But you took a step forward.

One slow, deliberate step.

And for the first time… Saint Varlos leaned back.

The silence was unbearable.

The kind that presses behind your eyes and under your ribs, where pain becomes pressure, and pressure becomes rage.

You had taken one step forward. Just one.

Saint Varlos was already nervous — eyes darting, lips wet. He remembered now. You weren’t the obedient pet from before. You were something else.

You were free.

And your Haki was boiling.

“(Y/N),” came Robin’s voice — quiet, close.

You hadn’t even noticed her move beside you. One hand was raised, not touching you, but near your shoulder. A lifeline, not a leash.

“Breathe.”

You did. Shaky. Ragged. A single breath.

And you pulled back.

Turned on your heel.

The crowd stared, still kneeling.

The crew followed slowly. Zoro’s knuckles were white on his hilt. Sanji’s jaw was locked. Luffy was frowning, deep and uncharacteristically serious.

They knew now.

Not the full story. But enough.

You were just about past him when Varlos laughed — a sharp, mocking bark.

“You think walking away makes you strong?” he spat. “You’ll always be property. Even if you kill me, girl, you’ll still be a broken little thing. A dog playing human.”

You stopped.

Still facing away.

Robin’s hand tensed midair.

Your shadow didn’t move.

Then—

You turned. Fast.

And the moment your eyes met his— the world shattered.

Your Conqueror’s Haki exploded out like a black tidal wave, crashing over the plaza. Stone cracked. Trees bent. People collapsed in waves — unconscious, frothing, twitching.

Even your crew staggered, wide-eyed at the force of it.

Varlos’s eyes rolled back before he could scream.

He collapsed, twitching in his gilded chair.

Unmoving. Unconscious. Powerless.

And you stood there — eyes glowing with fury, chest rising and falling with every ragged breath. Not shaking. Not broken.

Just done.

The plaza was silent except for the rustle of leaves.

Then Luffy walked past you.

Looked down at the Celestial Dragon.

“Serves him right,” he said flatly. “Let’s go.”

You followed. Quietly. No more words needed.

But Robin walked just behind you, and you felt it — her quiet strength, her quiet care. The way she hovered close enough to catch you, if you slipped.

You didn’t.

Not this time.

You sat on the deck of the Sunny as the sun dipped low, painting the wood in amber.

The wind was soft. The tension wasn’t.

No one had spoken since you returned. Not really.

Not about that.

Luffy had gone straight to eating again. Classic. Zoro was polishing his swords like nothing happened, though his eyes hadn’t left you once. Chopper kept glancing at you over the rim of a juice box.

You were fine with the silence. You liked it, even.

Until Nami broke it.

“So…” she started, arms crossed, tone tight. “Do you want to tell us what that was? Because—” she faltered, “—because that could’ve gone very badly.”

You blinked up at her, unimpressed. “Did it, though?”

“You attacked a Celestial Dragon,” she snapped. “We’re lucky Marines didn’t show up!”

“She didn’t attack him,” Robin said smoothly. “He fainted from standing too close to the truth.”

Zoro snorted.

Nami pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it, okay?! I just… I don’t get it. You were just standing there. Then you exploded.”

“I was,” you said. Calmly.

Sanji, leaning on the mast, tilted his head. “You knew him.”

You nodded.

“He was your master,” Robin added gently.

Silence again.

You looked at each of them in turn — the ones who stared, the ones who waited, the ones who looked away.

And then… you spoke.

“I was taken when I was a kid. Don’t remember what island. Doesn’t matter now.”

Your voice didn’t shake. You didn’t cry. This wasn’t new to you.

“I spent years in the Holy Land. Celestial Dragons think the sky starts at their feet and ends at the collar around your neck.”

Chopper’s hands curled into little fists.

“They called me ‘dog.’ Not even a name. Used me for sport. Made me fight. Made me kneel. Broke bones just to hear them snap.”

You exhaled, jaw clenched.

“Until one day, I snapped back.”

You opened your hand and let a flicker of Armament Haki crackle across your knuckles.

“Snuck food. Trained in secret. Hit harder than they expected. I killed three guards and ran barefoot across five miles of steel. Hid in a crate bound for the lower islands. Burned the collar off my own neck with hot metal.”

They didn’t speak.

Not because they didn’t care — Because they didn’t know how to respond.

“I didn’t tell you,” you added, “because I didn’t want your pity. And I didn’t want that name — ‘slave’ — to be the only thing you saw when you looked at me.”

Robin spoke first. “I don’t pity you. I respect you.”

Luffy’s voice followed. Firm. “You’re not a slave. You’re our crewmate.”

You looked at him.

He looked back, unwavering. “I don’t care what they did. You’re here. With us. That’s what matters.”

Sanji gave a small bow. “If I’d known, I’d have handled that bastard myself.”

Zoro crossed his arms. “That Haki blast? Worth it.”

Even Nami, who still looked stressed, softened. “Okay, yeah — maybe don’t do it right in public again, but… honestly? Screw that guy.”

Then, as if on cue, the ship's transponder snail buzzed.

It was the harbor official. His voice crackled through: “Hey! Heard about what happened! That Celestial Dragon’s unconscious and wet himself! Free drinks at Grove 31 for whoever dropped him!”

The crew blinked.

Usopp burst out laughing.

“See?” Franky beamed. “JUSTIFIED.”

You smiled for real, just a little.

Because they knew now.

And no one looked at you differently.

Not as broken. Not as weak. Just as you.

The chains were gone.

And in their place — a seat at the table.

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