#zoro immediately just pulling him back into bed instead of eating

[zosanzofran]

acts of service sanji + physical touch zoro

[hiddenlife-manager]

hello :) Ive seen you are taking requests. So if you are okay with it and you are willing to give it a shot I would like zo request Luffy x fem reader smut where they are in established relationship and while they are making love someone walk on them. But no pressure. Have a nice day/night :)

Luffy x Fem Reader

cw... overstimulation, walking in, voyeurism, sloppy sex, not on his bed, nipple sucking, tit play, clit play, desperate Luffy, etc….

notepad... I AM ON A ROLL I have this one done and I have another Blood of Zeus one coming up. I literally just came out of my wisdom teeth removal yall. SO THIS IS NOT EDITED

You felt him pushing you down. His hands are groping your chest, and his mouth is leaving nibble marks around your neck. You giggled at the way it felt like he truly was one with his teeth. Luffy was constantly biting you, just so you knew he loved you. Not in an ‘I want to eat you’ way; he just wanted to get as close as he could to you, which meant kissing you deeply.

He had you pinned as you felt his cock enter your sopping hole. You felt him push you down deeper into the bunk, his mouth going all over your body. Your head was thrown back, and you felt yourself getting overwhelmed by the feeling of him going in and out of you. It was clear that Luffy was fucking you like a dog in heat. His lips were suddenly lowering down to your nipple, and he sucked at it.

“Y/n- shiii so good.” He moaned out as his hips bucked into you. Your breasts were bouncing while you had his hands gently hold your hips. Luffy was off the bunk as your hips were at the edge, meaning that Luffy was on his legs, fucking you. He could hear the sound of your pussy echoing in the room. He loved it; he loved the sound your body made, from the moans you cry out to the slick of your pussy.

Your moans were not loud, and all you could do was try to make your moans less loud by placing a hand over your lips. Luffy fucked you with barely any rhythm, being sloppy, and yet no matter how sloppy he was, he knew how to get you worked up. You felt your left nipple being pinched while his mouth flicked at your right nipple. He needed you; he needed to release, and it was clear. 

Luffy could feel his legs getting weaker, and he did not care about anything but you and him. You tasted so good, and your skin was perfect. As he thrust deep into you, his cock being able to reach the deepest parts of your pussy, you suddenly heard the door open, and you looked behind Luffy to see Zoro with eyes wide.

"Zoro, get out!” You cried as you tried to cover yourself. Luffy truly did not care, as he was still thrusting deep inside you. Truly, you were trying to cover your breast. As you did that, Luffy whined because you pulled him away from your nipple, and he began to play with your breast. Zoro's eyes were wide in shock. He cleared his voice and shut the door immediately, as you could hear the heavy footsteps walk away. You were moaning loudly as you tried to push him away, embarrassed. But all it did to Luffy was continue to fuck you hard. 

“Close… so close, Y/n- shii.” You were moaning so loudly at the way he did not stop thrusting his hands and playing with your breast instead of sucking. You were feeling so overwhelmed that your head was pressed against the mattress when Luffy's mind exploded with pleasure, which caused him to fall onto his knees and pull out of you. His streaks of cum shoot inside you and then onto your cunt. Your legs spasm as you kick him away with a cry of pure pleasure. 

“Luffy! You bastard!” You said as you continued to kick at him to his chest, but his arms stretched to your clit and he began to rub circles in your oversensitive clit. “Ah! Fuck… Luffy!”

[cozage]

Coza! congrats on 2K followers. I like your smuts and i don't know what. idea I want.CouldI request for the Option 1? Reaction of Luffy + ace + Zoro + sabo + taking care of you when your sick.

I am actually very sick today so this one was nice to think about :) 

Characters: gn reader x Luffy, Ace, Zoro, Sabo CW: I didn’t proofread this forgive me for errors   Total word count: 860

In Sickness and Health

Luffy

He is worried sick about you. He spends the whole morning just trying to get you to laugh. 

He tells jokes, makes funny faces, and plays pranks on Zoro. Anything he can think of to get you smiling and laughing.

Sometimes he succeeds in getting you to laugh, but it quickly turns into a coughing fit, so he eventually gives up on the laughing endeavor. 

Instead, he climbs into bed with you and pulls you flush against his body. He holds you and whispers sweet nothings into your ears to lull you to sleep. 

He wipes the sweat off your brow and rubs your face with a cool rag when you get hot. Even when you're asleep, he still does it. 

When it’s time to eat, he doesn’t ask for your food. It’s probably one of the first times in his life that he hopes there are no leftovers. He knows you need the food to get strong. 

And when you finally get out of bed, he bounces with joy, excited to resume his normal routine with you again. 

Ace

Ace doesn’t know what to do when he wakes up and you’re the warm one in the bed. So he runs to get Marco. 

“They're fine,” Marco says. “It’s just a fever. It will pass.”

“Can’t you just heal them?!” Ace whispered, looking at you nervously. 

“With little things like this it does more harm than good. Let their body fight it. If it’s still bad in 24 hours, come back to me.”

Ace is so worried he doesn’t eat. He doesn’t leave your side. He had tried to cuddle up to you, but you had kicked him away. 

Now he sits on the floor beside the bed, his hand outstretched and intertwined with yours as you sleep. 

He only wakes you to drink water and to eat. Even though it’s the last thing you want, he makes you consume something to keep your energy up. 

After a few hours, he still hasn’t moved from his spot, and you finally allow him to rejoin you in bed. The heat is still miserable, but at least he’s a comfy pillow. 

The next night your fever finally breaks. And though you’re still miserable, at least he knows you’re going to be okay. 

Zoro

Zoro was surprised that you weren’t out on the deck by mid morning. You hadn’t had a particularly late night, so it strikes him as strange. 

As he opens the door to your room, you groan and roll away from the light. 

He barks out a laugh. “That hungover? I didn’t even see you drink!”

“Migraine,” you moan, pressing your hands to your temple as you speak. 

“Oh.” Zoro's voice instantly drops several octaves. “What can I do?”

“Just come lay here with me.” You stretch out an arm to him, beckoning him into bed. 

He has no option but to join you, his strong arms immediately wrapping around you and flexing against you. You feel safe in his arms, and slip into unconsciousness immediately. 

When you finally wake up, the sharp stabbing has left, but Zoro still has you firmly in his arms. 

“Are you hungry? Do you-“

“Shower,” you cut him off with your own words. “I’d really like a shower.”

So he leads you to the bath house and he gingerly washes your hair and your body as you keep your eyes closed, trying to minimize the effects of your migraine. 

When you finish in the shower, he silently takes you back to your room and the two of you lay around for the rest of the day, quietly talking or sleeping or just enjoying each other's company. 

Sabo

“Soup?” He whispered, cracking the door open just a tad as he held a bowl.

“How’d you know?” You groaned, throwing a pillow over your head. 

He laughed, deciding not to tell you how it was almost noon. He knew you weren’t always an early riser, but you were only in bed at this time if you were sick. 

“I called out, so we can-“

“Sabo!” You cried. “You shouldn’t have called out!”

“But you’re sick.” He held out a book. “I got you a new book and everything.”

You hummed in delight, taking the book from him and setting it down on the nightstand. 

“Do you want to be alone, or can I join you?”

You really didn’t want another body in the bed with you while you were feeling so gross. But you also didn’t want to be alone. 

“Can you just stay in the room?” You asked. 

“Let me grab some work, I’ll be right back.”

He worked quietly at his desk in your room, only taking breaks to fetch you water or food or anything else you would ask for.

And you fell asleep to the quiet scratching of his pen, sleeping well in the fact that he would never leave you alone when you needed him. 

[sanjisblackasswife]

𝕊𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝔸𝕤𝕤 𝕊𝕖𝕩 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℤ𝕠𝕣𝕠

😁i wanna do unsavory things w this man .

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Sex, this is very dirty, nasty sex. Zoro is also tipsy and pours sake on ya poompoom🦦

It’s so fun when he gets like this—

“Fuck!—“

When his mind gets blurred of anything logical and it’s only focus is on your pussy and the pretty noises that pour out of your mouth.

“Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!”

Your pinky pulling down your bottom lip as you look at the sight below you: Zoro’s thick calloused fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, his other free arm pressing your thighs even further against your tummy as you lay on the couch on your back, he’s on his knees switching from fingering you to using your slick as lube to rub on his dick as he suckles your clit.

He looks up at you, his sharp dark grey eyes piercing at your fucked out face while you rub your breast, he grins against your lower lips, he moves the tip of his tounge into your aching pussy, your back arched at how cold the muscle was, and Zoro groans at your taste.

He transfers his eyes to his half empty bottle and takes it, he pour just a little of his Sake on your sensitive place and you do a mixture of a shriek and a moan, with a curl of his lip, he plunges his mouth back into your slit, literally mixing between eating and drinking you whole.

You felt the liquid fall down to your ass, and of course your dirty little boyfriend had to clean that up too with his tongue before fucking you with it again.

Your orgasm took over, your body was shaking at how talented he was with his mouth, he helps you further the high by thumbing your clit a little.

“Fuck.” He huffs, licking all over the outer surface of your clit, making sure not to miss a drop. “Still wan’more?”

His slurred, raspy voice teased in your ear, not giving you a moment to breathe your taste yourself on his tongue, his kisses when he was tipsy was the best, so sloppy, so needy, one of his large hands on your throat and the other tugging at your nipples, he bit you lower lip a little before pulling away.

He threw your limp body over his shoulder kissing the side of your ass and planting a small pat to it, he laid you carefully on the fluffy bed before prying your legs open to tower over you.

His heavy breaths hitting your face, the scent of his natural musky body, Sake, and cum was making your head spin, you nearly shut your eyes from exhaustion until your felt a tender kiss land on your neck followed by a firm bite.

“‘Need you wake f’me…” He mumbled and kissed the bruising area that he left a mark on your pretty skin, “Can you do that for me, mama?”

“Mmhmm…” Too weak to speak words Zoro grabs your ankles onto his shoulders, he was so big compare to you you felt your lower body lift a little of the bed.

“Slow or fast?”

“Fast…please..”

He chuckled, of course you never wanted him to hold back, “Good girl.”

Aligning himself he bottoms out the moment his tip fell inside you, you scream his name and Zoro swallows the remainder moans you leave placing you immediately in the mating press.

The bed was shaking almost immediately, his balls slapping your lower ass only added to the pleasure of his cock dragging in and out of your tight pussy, you kept squeezing him in for more almost as if your body missed him every time he pulled out just to snap his hips right back into you.

If you listen closely, behind Zoro’s breathing you can hear his earrings dangle , the pretty chimes made your eyes glue to them, he looked so pretty under the moonlight, his face so red, his eyes shut tightly until you caress his face, he opens them feeling your guide him back to your lips.

Your tongues wrestle for a moment, riling him up more he mumbles another curse, you were so addicting to him. He rose up.

“Hold your thighs.”

With a fuzzy mind you still did as told, only because you needed him to move again, and that he did,

but instead to grab hold the headboard. You did a crooked smile looking up at his big veiny arms above you.

You knew what was about to happen next and all you could do was lay down and take it for him.

[zorosq]

flu ; roronoa zoro

↻ fluff, self-indulgent, reader threw up, grammatical error, not proofread, their relationship can be read as whatever 💀

↻ pairing ↬ zoro x fem!reader!

a/n goodbye im writing one last fic for myself before going on a hiatus <3 purely self indulgent cuz i felt sick ever since yesterday

there was something weird about today. and zoro couldn't put his finger on it. he tried racking through his brain, searching for an answer, what was wrong?

"oi, marimo. have you seen y/n-chan around?" the cook asked. he was lighting up his cigarettes while looking around aimlessly trying to locate your figure.

though he was quite annoyed by the nickname, he chose not to pay too much attention to it because he haven't seen you ever since breakfast.

without answering sanji, he set down his swords aside before making a stride towards the girls' room. his fist gently meeting with the door's surface, indicating his arrival. "it's me,"

but there was no answer. he was starting to feel anxious. where were you? were you okay? "oh, zoro,"

he turned around to meet with robin, who still has her book in hand. "if you're looking for y/n, she's asleep," robin said. his eyebrow quirked in confusion. "she's still sleeping?" with the sun high up?

"she didn't tell you? oh my,"

"you should go and check on her. i was on my way to do that but seeing that you're already here, you should probably go instead,"

zoro nodded before turning back around to face the door. he hesitantly twist the door knob before pushing it open. he could see you laying down in bed with a blanket over your head. seriously, what was wrong with you? he thought, starting to get worried.

"y/n?" he called out. his voice sounded so soft but it managed to stir you awake. "zoro...?" you managed to grunt. the slight croak in your voice gave him the answer he needed. you were sick.

he was immediately at your side. he didn't know what to do. he just sat there, looking around for something ― anything, he could do to help you.

zoro may not seemed like it, but he was worried knowing how sick you were. he pulled the blanket down slightly to see your face. your nose was red, obviously from the sneezing.

your eyes were tight shut, but he knew you were awake. "have you gone to see chopper?" he asked quietly. you hummed before leaning closer towards where he was. he didn't care of course.

he could get sick for all he cares. right now, he only want to focus on you. his hand intertwining with yours while the other brushed some stray hair out of your face. he could definitely feel how hot your body was.

"do you want anything?"

you nodded. "i'm hungry," he immediately got up and went outside. "oi, pervert cook! make y/n something to eat! she's sick!" he shouted. you chuckled when you heard sanji's respond.

it didn't take long for sanji to make you something.

something as in congee. seeing how you don't even have the energy to sit up, zoro decided to feed you instead. but the moment you swallow the food, you throw up almost immediately. tears sting in your eyes at the burn in your throat.

you wanted to cry for ruining his shirt. it was embarrassing. "s-sorry," you apologized but he brushed it off immediately. "come here," he said as he hoisted you up in his arms. you laid your head on his shoulder, already feeling tired from eating and throwing up.

"hey, don't fall asleep on me," you hummed but your eyes remained close. "we need to get you clean up first,"

.

the moment you woke up, you felt a lot better than last time. you were in a completely fresh clothes. zoro was sleeping at your bedside.

he was also in a new shirt. he smelled nice compared to every other day. you take note that he probably took a shower after you threw up on him.

maybe you should throw up on him more often just so that he would take a shower.

[tooweirdforyou]

Top 5 OP Boys Best to Comfort You

Whether it’s because you’re sad, stressed, etc.

A/N : please enjoy. I apologize if it’s not great.

Summary : the top five boys, in my opinion, that would be best at comforting, I guess.

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5. Red-Haired Shanks

— sorry, but Shanks wouldn’t be able to give a proper hug. Jokes aside, Shanks is a nice, playful and light-hearted guy who will get down to business if needed. He’s so understanding and if he sees that you’re feeling stressed or anxious about something, he’d immediately offer you a drink but if not, he’ll pull you to a private room and just sit you on the bed to talk. Nothing else.

You’re sitting in his lap as he rubs smooth circles on your back and letting you sit there and rant but if you don’t want to talk, then silence it is. He’ll keep ensuring you that you’ll be okay. If you ever need anything, Shanks will make sure you get it.

“If you ever need anything, I’m right here, darling. I’m always available by your side, no matter what.”

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4. Vinsmoke Sanji / God Usopp

— this was difficult so I decided to put both.

— Sanji loves and cares for everyone deeply, even Zoro, so obviously he cares about you. When he finds you crying one day, he’s quick to jump by your side and make sure you’re alright and not in any pain. When you bury yourself into his arms and chest, he’d blush a little before remembering that this was serious and lift you up bridal style, closely to him.

He’d carry you to the kitchen instead of a bedroom and place you down at the table before going over to the kitchen area and ask what you want to eat or drink. Even if you refuse, he still makes something in hopes it’ll cheer you up and offers to listen while he prepares it. When he’s done, it’s in front of you and you find yourself enjoying it with Sanji watching with a warm smile, holding your free hand in his across the table.

“My Angel, let me have the honor of being the warmth and care you need.. I’m sorry this is happening to you. I’m right here with open arms, [Name]-chan. Trust me. It’ll get better.”

— Usopp, this boy would make panic and look to see if you’re hurt then would repeatedly ensure you that a protective strong warrior is there to protect you. After all jokes are made, Usopp turns solemn and is sitting in front of you, cross-legged and gently asking if you’re willing to share, so he can help.

His eyes are glossed with sadness in them and glassy with tears from your mental pain and stress. First, Usopp would make light jokes and lies to help pull you from the dark place and to lighten the mood. But then, he starts to hold your hand and assuring you that nothing was fair and it’ll be hard and stressful and cause lots of pain, but, it WILL subside. It’ll go away sooner than you think and that you will be okay, because Usopp knows what it’s like. He eventually got out and Usopp will be right by yourself to get you out.

“It’s difficult.. you feel like everything’s crashing down on you and you just can’t handle it.. I get it.. but [Name].. you have to believe it’ll get better! I promise it will! And I, God Usopp, will be right there beside you when you do.. I promise.”

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3. Marco The Phoenix

— He immediately knows something is wrong when you’re being distant from him so he’d confront you. He’d tell you to meet him on the main deck late at night and when you show up, he’s standing there and kneels down away from you. He’d tell you to get on and before you could react when you did, he’s immediately jumping and now soaring into the sky, flying in circles above the ship with you on his back.

You’re holding onto him tightly and as much as you are scared, you’re actually enjoying it which makes Marco smile before finally questioning you and your distance lately. You’re quiet before you finally admit the truth, Marco listening intently as he flies around calmly. When you tell him about your troubles and anxieties, Marco is calm and he just has the softest smile you’ve ever seen.

“So that’s what it is-yoi..” he would fly for a bit longer before going down gently onto the deck and set you down. Marco isn’t one for hugging, especially not an open area like the deck, but that’s what he does, only for a quick second. He takes your hand in his and gently kissed the back of it. “[Name]-yoi, you should have just came to me..” he leads you to his room and sets you down on the bed and sits beside you, laying you down.

“Feel free to cry, rant or sleep. I won’t judge you, all of us have been through these rough times.. it’s hard-yoi.. but, we’re in this together. So next time, just come to me, okay-yoi?”

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2. Donquixote Rosinante / Corazon

— His long limbs and tall body, ROSI IS PERFECT to have by your side when you need comforting. Rosi would take a bit of time to realize something is wrong, especially when he’s gone for so long. The day he is finally coming home, he calls you up like usual and asks how you’re doing.

He would be so happy and cheery that he nearly misses the quiet sniffle and quiet, sad tones in your voice when you talk and it breaks his heart and makes him panic. Obviously when he asks, you tell him it’s because you’ve been feeling lonely, since Corazon has been gone for so long. You just want to be in his arms and feel at ease and safe.

Rosinante’s crushed heart is slowly swelling with warmth and love at your confession and just then, the door opens. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m home then, [Name].”

You would be in such shock that you didn’t notice him standing by the doorway with his arms spread and ready for you to hug, which you quickly do. You’re running to him at full speed and jumping onto his tall body, with his long arms quickly wrapping around your torso tightly and he’d fall onto the ground to sit you on his lap.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks rather quickly and you just grip the fabric of his shirt in your hands and bury your face in his chest.

“I’m sorry for not coming home sooner.. Work took longer than expected..” his smile softens as he closed his eyes and pets your hair, securing you closer. “But no worries, my love. I’ll be with you from now on. I’m not going anywhere, unless it’s with you.”

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1. Monkey D. Luffy

— I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Luffy is one of the best captains ever because he OBSERVES. he’s a huge dumbass, strong as fuck dork and just a weird playful kind of guy who cares and would do anything for his family and crew, so underneath all of that is a observing, self-conscious and sweet kind of person that you would die for honestly.

Luffy knows something wrong immediately but can’t exactly pinpoint it, he just knows that you aren’t yourself. But overtime, he realized that you’re dealing with a lot of personal pain and it kind of destroys him. Is he failing as a captain? As a friend? Figuring it was a personal problem, Luffy waits until you’re alone at night and walks up to you.

You see him and greet him until he walks up close and stands there. And then, he raises his arms and hugs you. Tightly. He stretches his arms to double loop them and just stands there with his arms around you in silence.

You’re stunned, about to laugh it off and pull away when his voice reaches your ears.

“[Name]. It’s okay. You can cry. No ones around to judge you. You can let it out now. In front of me.”

Though you were shocked, all the built up stress and pain you’ve been storaging suddenly breaks at those words and you find tears dripping down your cheeks from your eyes. Many falling much faster than the previous ones before you’re sobbing into his shoulder, standing there with Luffy hugging you silently, his hat lowered to cover his eyes.

“Never..never forget that I.. we are here for you, [Name].”

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A/N : you guys I want to write a comfort fic but I don’t have the energy to do so, so can someone please recommend me some comfort fics? :/

[myonepiece]

Katakuri, Marco, Zoro, Buggy headcanon- You flinch during an argument

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Warnings: angst, suggested abuse/violence (no one is abused it’s just implied because of the flinching)

I’m going to try to make these a tiny bit shorter and to the the point than my first one

Katakuri

•This hurt me to write

•The second Katakuri looked down and saw that you were now sitting in the corner with an arm over your face and your other hand over your mouth holding in your sobs, his heart broke

•He was to immersed in his side of the argument that he hadn’t noticed he was backing you into a corner

•Katakuri left the room and stayed that night in Cracker’s room, he avoided for you 3 days after- too ashamed to face you

•Only After you realized that you would have to be the one to bring Katakuri back to you, did you search for him

•You found him in his bedroom sitting on his bed

•He looked up and saw you walk in dragging a basket behind you piled high with donuts of every kind

•Katakuri looked down at you as you approached his bed, you sat a little way away from him and place a giant donut in front of him with the words “I love you” spelled in frosting

•He felt his heart clench at the incredibly sweet gesture, thinking that he should be the one to do something like this

•He watched as you smiled up at him and he immediately broke down and started pouring apologies from his mouth, pleading for you to forgive him

•His image and reputation mattered immensely to him but it was just you two and nothing was more important than the love of his life

•When you forgave him he waited for you to make a move, moving into his lap to squish your face against his broad chest and attempt to wrap your arms around his torso, then started eating the delicious treats you had brought him while thinking of how much he didn’t deserve someone like you to love him

•From then on Katakuri was more gentle, more soft, he held you closer and more firmly, he thought that if he could protect you from everything else in the world it might begin to make up for scaring you

Marco

•Marco isn’t one to yell unless something REALLY pushes him to, but he can still be very scary and intimidating when he’s quietly angry because he gets more expressive with his actions

•When you throw yourself backwards after seeing the anger burning in his eyes as he yells at you, Marco’s mind freezes and he can’t move or say anything

•He just stares as you crumple to the ground covering your mouth as sobs begin to rip through you accompanied by tears- he lowers his arms and very slowly backs away until he’s far enough that hopefully you won’t feel as scared

•He sits down slowly and brings his arms into his lap

•As he hears you continue to sob even though he’s tried to make you feel safer, Marco realizes just how bad he scared you

•Tears slowly begin to form and soon Marco’s cheeks match your own

•He begins to softly whisper apologies between his sobs and you listen while calming your breathing

•You try to apologize but Marco immediately shuts you down snd say you should never feel the need to apologize for being scared

•He waits for you to innitiate contact

•You crawl towards him and got into his lap with your face buried in his strong chest, and he wraps his arms around you and cradles your head in his hand while he rests his chin on the top of your head

•Marco continue to whisper apologies and sweet words until you fall asleep in his lap- the following few weeks he would be more clingy and loving than he usually was (and he was usually pretty clingy and loving) he would also spoil you, cooking or buying whatever you want

•He was always more attentive to his feelings and actions during arguments, he would hold you tightly and closer to him like if he let you go you would run from him- and that was something he would never return from

Zoro

•Zoro felt his whole stomach drop when he say you harshly jerk away from him and fall backwards hitting your head on the table behind you

•His mouth dropped open as his heart squeezed painfully

•Zoro was snapped out of his trance as the first son escaped your lips before you held the back of your hand against his mouth and your other hand held the back of your head where the table hit

•Zoro fell to his knees in front of you and gaped at you until he slowly and extremely gently picked up your hand and held it in both of his

•He examined it as he started to stutter out soft apologies- avoiding your eyes because despite the pain he had already experienced and continued to experience, he couldn’t bare to see the fear that he had placed in your eyes

•Zoro brought your hand to his chest after his last apology left his lips, and you slowly sat up and softly but firmly grabbed his shit collar with your hand trying to pull yourself up and towards him

•He realized what you were doing and placed a hand behind you back pulling you up and into his lap

•You sat with your head resting on his shoulder and your hand on his chest while he cradles you in his lap carressing the bump on your head

•Before you two would playfully wrestle, but now Zoro would be slightly more gentle, he wouldn’t yell at your or raus his voice anymore, and he would always use both arms to hold you against his chest at night trying to prove through his actions that he would protect you from harm always and forever even if it meant he would lose his life in the process

Buggy

•Your arms shot up to cover your face and a small scream left your mouth as Buggy’s arms shout out while he yelled at you

•Buggy froze and all color drained from his face as he felt his heart shatter at the sight of your scared figure cowering in front of him

•He loves to see people cower in front of him in fear, but not you, the one person he had sworn to protect from everything

•Buggy’s arms fell limp at his sides and his mouth hung open as he took in the sound of the sobs ripping through your body and the trembling of your small body

•He slowly reached his hands forward, hesitating before softly grabbing your wrists and slowly moving them away from your face

•When you moved your head down and refused to meet his eyes, Buggy finally broke and started sobbing

•He fell to his knees and clung onto your waist as his tears soaked your shirt- he sobbed out apologies

•Your own heart broke seeing your lover like this, and you sunk down holding onto the pirate

•You sat on the floor and gripped onto his shirt tightly as you cried into it, Buggy had his arms around you tightly holding you while he sobbed into your hair

•Buggy pulled you into his lap and stroked your head until you fell asleep

•He looked down at your sleeping face and your tiny hands still tightly holding his shirt but instead of smiling as he usually did, his mouth fell into a sorrowful frown

•He would no longer roughly throw you over his shoulder, he would always have you at his side, would softly kiss you whenever he holds you, would hold you tightly to his chest, he would fight with the motivation of returning to you and proving that he was worthy enough, not for your love, but of being the man who keeps you safe

•He would spoil you with more gifts hoping that he could bribe you to stay with him- maybe if you got everything you ever wanted, Buggy could have the one thing he needed

•I’m sobbing now

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Fourth Sword P2 | Zoro X Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI!!

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: , 18+content, MDNI, afab!reader, nipple play, hickeys and love marks, minor muscle kink, grinding, female on top, scratching, oral (male receiving) fingering, fingers in vagina, 1 mention of face sitting, cum eating (is that a warning?), implied shower sex

A/N: Part one

"I'm going to show (Name) my fourth sword." The sentence filled you with hope and dread at the same time. The way he smirked at you made you believe he had understood the implicit meaning of your words. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and your palms begin to sweat as he lead you to his bedroom, anticipation almost killing you. He seemed like the guy who either had a lot of experience but you also knew he was a dork and this may be his first time.

Zoro pushed open the door to his room in the Thousand Sunny and you let your eyes roam over the space quickly. It was sparse, on one side were a few training weights, a stand to put katanas in and a black box near it which you assumed had a blade care kit in it. The room was definitely Zoro's, it was just like him. Before you could even see the other side, Zoro tugged you from where your hands were connected, keeping his arm straight and twirled you so you were in front of him. He pushed you lightly and you stumbled back, knees hitting the edge of his bed. Your balance tipped and you fell onto the bed, bouncing slightly. You noticed, with a blush, that Zoro's eyes landed on your chest as the action caused your chest to jiggle.

He knelt on the bed and then fell forward. For a second you thought he was about to land on you and your arms shot out, but his hands caught him, sinking into the mattress on either side of you. The movement made the bed bounce and your chest jiggled again, Zoro's eyes never leaving them. Knowing he had done that to see your breasts move made you blush more. Zoro shifted, putting more weight on his left hand to support his weight whilst his right hand began to explore your body. It trailed over your clothed stomach, pulling your top up slowly. You laughed at the tickling sensation.

Once he reached the start of your bra, he stopped pulling your top up, letting it rest there as he traced his fingers along the smooth skin of your stomach, as if testing the waters. Your right hand reached up and tangled itself in his white top and pulled him down so you could kiss him. His chapped lips grazed yours. You pulled back for a breath then pressed forwards again. Feeling a little brave, you slipped your tongue into his mouth and playfully tagged his, your tongue sliding back into your mouth and Zoro's following it. Your other hand came up to cup the side of his face, the green strands of his hair brushing against your fingertips. Your nails dug into his skin slightly, a reflex from receiving a kiss like this, a groan leaving Zoro's mouth.

Your lungs began to burn, a sure sign that you had to stop kissing. You pulled back and exhaled the breath you had been holding, Zoro darting forward to press another kiss to your lips. His hands trailed up your sides, dragging your top further up. Your hands locked behind his neck as you pulled him down for another kiss, your lips quickly parting to dance with his tongue. Zoro's big hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them through the material of your clothes. He soon got bored of feeling them through your clothing and stripped you of your top and your bra. The cold air made your nipples begin to perk, Zoro's hands warming the chilled skin.

He descended to kiss you again. The sound of kissing and moaning filled the room, every so often he would squeeze the flesh in his hands, his fingers tracing your nipples and pinching them. Your hips bucked into his every time he did it, rubbing your dripping cunt against the noticeable tent in his trousers, making you both groan in pleasure. Zoro trailed his lips from your lips, kissing your skin as he went down to your neck. He nipped the skin gently, soothing it with tongue immediately afterwards. If you weren't so distracted you would wonder how he got so talented with that mouth. Your fingers curled into his green hair, nails scratching his scalp in encouragement. Zoro sucked your skin, a mark quickly forming. The swordsman placed a few more hickeys on your neck of varying sizes. Satisfied with the marks, he moved down, placing a love bite on your collar bone.

His mouth wrapped around one of your nipples and you arched into him again, clutching his head to your chest. Zoro grazed his teeth against your bud and you whined, tossing your head back in pleasure. You could feel his smirk on your flesh but you were too busy rubbing yourself shamelessly on him to care. Your legs wrapped around his hips, your ankles crisscrossing and resting on his back. A light bite above your nipple had your legs tightening. Zoro kissed his way to your other breast placing little bites as he made his way to your nipple. You keened as he sucked your nipple into your mouth, sucking it then soothing it. He placed another love bite on the other side of your boob and you moaned, lost in the pleasure he was giving to you.

Zoro pulled back and you whined at the loss of contact until Zoro grabbed his top and in one motion shed his shirt, throwing it to the side. You took in his abs, unconsciously licking your lips and reached out with a hand beginning to trace his abs, feeling the muscle twitch underneath his skin at your feather-light caress. You pushed Zoro back so he was laying on the bed and straddled his hips. You smirked down at him, grinding your sex into his. Zoro grinned up at you, one hand reaching up to slide along your side and splay his fingers on your back to pull you down to kiss him. This time, you took charge, placing two hands on his face as your tongue traced his bottom lip. His lips open and you let your tongue glide in, tilting your head to get a better angle as your tongues began to swirl around each other. Zoro's hands rested on your hips squeezing them hard enough you were sure you were going to have bruises tomorrow.

Your nails raked down his naked chest and a deep groan rumbled out from him, closing his eyes. Smirking at this new sight, you began to bite his neck, not being particularly gentle with it. Zoro thrusted up, rewarding you with pleasurable friction. Your eyes rolled closed as you ground down on him but opened again when you realised you were supposed to be in charge. You bit his right pectoral in retaliation, your teeth scraping his skin as you dug your nails further into his skin. A loud groan left Zoro's lips and you felt a proud sense of achievement.

You shuffled down until you could reach the buckle of his black trousers, quickly undoing it and dragging his trousers down. Once off you smirked down at him and ground against him again, clearly showing that you had more clothes on than him. Zoro dug his nails into the skin on your hips and you moaned again, finding the sensation was oddly pleasant. You took his boxers off and fisted his dick, pumping it experimentally a few times. You finger the slit at the top, a bead of precum leaking out. Bending down you licked it off, Zoro groaning at the sight. Without giving him any warning, you took him in your mouth, hallowing your cheeks. Zoro jerked up, making you have to pull back to stop yourself from choking on his dick.

His hand went down to tangle in your hair to guide your head. You relaxed your throat and went down as far as you could staying there for a few seconds. Your hand wrapped around the part of his dick that you couldn't reach, your fingers barely touching as you pumped him. You pulled up making sure to suck slightly harder at the top of his dick. You tongued his slit, tasting the salty precum. You began to bob your head up and down, his hand in your hair tightening as you brought him closer to orgasm. Just before he could, he pulled you off of him and smirked at you.

"As much as I want to cum all over your pretty little face, I have something else planned," he told you as he flipped you over and proceeded to pull your skirt off. Your flimsy pants didn't fare as well, Zoro deciding to just tear the drenched material instead. Judging by how wet they were you weren't sure you could wear them again. Zoro wasted no time, a finger pushing into your cunt. He went slowly, letting you get used to the feeling as he pumped it slowly in and out. When he deemed you ready he added a second one, stretching your walls. He curled them and massaged your g-spot, instantly making you shout and jolt at the pleasure dancing through you.

On their own accord, your legs wrapped around his waist again, giving him more access to your dripping hole as he added a third finger, hitting your g-spot every single time. His thumb began to circle your clit, giving you enough pleasure to send you over the edge. Your orgasm rushed through like fire, your body locking up as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Zoro shifted his fingers and aftershocks rushed through you, your hips rolling. Zoro pulled his fingers out, licking your fluid from his fingers and grinned.

"Later I'm gonna have to get you to sit on my face so I can eat you out." Those words normally would have made you blush but they just aroused you more. You pulled Zoro down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips as you rub your cunt on Zoro. He chuckled at your actions, smiling at how needy you were. He reached over to his bedside table and opened the middle draw, taking out a condom. Zoro ripped it open and rolled it fluidly over his dick. His hands hold your thighs, bruises already beginning to form which make you moan at the thought, and eased your legs apart slightly, giving himself more room as he lined himself up with your hole. The swordsman stayed like that hearing your desperate whimpers as you tried to move your hips to get him in you. His tip brushed along your folds, slickening the top of his dick. He just laughed at you as you whined and rolled your hips.

"Zoro, please!" You whined up to him. Zoro squeezed your thighs one last time before pushing in. You moan as he entered you, his dick filling you in the best way possible. He stayed still letting you get used to him. You rolled your hips shortly after and he pulled out, slamming back in, hitting your g-spot perfectly. Your toes curled as he began to pound into you, his hands finding purchase on your hips, creating new bruises on top of the older ones. Your fingers scrabbled along his shoulders, nails leaving red lines as he continued to thrust into you taking you higher than before.

One of his hands slid into the space between you and him and began to stimulate your clit. Your spine arched at the feelings racing through you, your breasts brushing his chest. Zoro dropped his head a bit and took a nipple in his mouth nipping it as you wailed in delight. Your legs curled around his waist, one hand clutching at his back the other in his hair. You bit into his shoulder trying to muffle your screams of pleasure. Soon it was too much for you and you orgasm again, your body shuddering at your release. Zoro continued to pound into you, thrusting harder as he rushed to reach his own completion, the fluttering of your walls helping him to orgasm. He spilt into the condom groaning at the high he felt. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, sweat dripping off and rolling down the valley in between your breasts. Zoro was tempted to lick it off, his eyes never leaving the bead as it made its way down your body, his dick twitching in you. You moaned and tried to stop panting, your hand in his hair keeping him there.

There was a silence before Zoro finally had the strength to pull out of you and dispose of the condom. When he returned to the bed, his hands slid along your legs coming to a stop at your hips. He lifted you up and you automatically wrap your legs around his waist, your cunt sliding on his toned chest. You moaned into his shoulder as your overstimulated nether regions pulse. Zoro took you into his bathroom and put the shower on. Whilst it warmed, he placed you on the sink counter, the cold helping you cool down. He kissed you again, his thumbs rubbing your hips as you kiss back, your arms resting on his broad shoulders. He pulled back as stream began to fog the mirror behind you, resting his forehead against yours as he stares into your eyes.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he says as he lifted you up again, as if you weighed nothing, and carried you to the shower. He finally set you down as he began to lather soap all over your body, massaging your body and kissing the bruises and bites he had placed on your body. Afterwards, it was your turn and you bathe him, pressing a tender kiss to every red scratch on his back, the lines starting at his shoulders and ending mid-back. Once finished washing, Zoro caged you between him and the wet tiles. He smirked down at you and pulled you closer to him, kissing you again as his hands began to creep to your clit.

Let's just say by the end of the day, you're thanking Nami for her brilliant idea.

[luccislegs]

Hi again! May I request headcanons of Law, Zoro and Ace reacting to: their crush who has dragonic traits (like maybe eyes, tail ears, horns and scales here and there), boys star finding time to time on mornings their crush laying on top of them and if other people walk there and try wake them up they may start unconciously growling before crush realizes where they are. When confronted why this sleepwalking happens, the crush eventually blurts that it happens cause of dragonic instict of (1/2)

ace:

Ace thinks it’s absolutely adorable. He knows you have some draconic tendencies like eating raw meat and smoking at the nose, but this is a new one on him.

The first time it happens, he gently wakes you up and asks what you’re doing, and you just shrug without meeting his eye. The next time, though, Thatch bursts into the room and you wake up in a panic, hovering over him and growling protectively.

Thatch gives Ace a quizzical look as he cups your cheek, guiding you to look at him, as Thatch slowly backs out of the room. Ace is staring at you with the most amused smirk you’ve ever seen and you can’t help the blush rising to your cheeks.

“So, you wanna tell me what that was about?” he asks, and you can hear the teasing lilt to his smooth voice. You fall down, hiding your face in his chest and he can hear your embarrassed answer muffled against his skin. “What was that, sweetheart?”

You huff against him, a puff of air that would have been scalding against anyone else. “I said it happens because...because of my instincts to…to protect things I love.”

You trailed off again towards the end, and Ace had to strain to hear, but he caught your murmured words and grinned wide. Quicker than you could react, he had flipped over so he hovered over you, his elbows on either side of you head.

“Well, why didn’t you say so, _____? It just so happens I love you too!” he said as he nuzzled against your face. He enjoyed the vibrant flush that crossed your cheeks followed by the shy smile. If he had to live with you laying on his chest like a pile of gold for the rest of his life, he gladly would if it meant you were his.

law:

He was unnerved when he woke up to you laying on his chest the first time, mostly because he didn’t know how you had managed to sneak in without waking him up. He was quick to admit that your warm weight was a comfort, though.

So when it continued to happen, he didn’t say much. There was some teasing, but he didn’t really want it to stop. What made him finally question it was when Bepo came in to wake him up one morning and you actually growled at him.

It took Law a moment-- during which Bepo high-tailed it out of the room-- to realize that you were still asleep. Gently, he woke you up and when you blinked at him sleepily, he grinned at how cute you looked. Sobering up, though, he explained what you had done.

To his surprise, you turned a furious red and started to steam up like you did when you were severely embarrassed. You rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. Law immediately missed your warmth and moved closer on instinct, his arms winding back around you as if to pull you back.

You went willingly enough, to his satisfaction, still steaming as you pressed your back to his chest. “I uh...there’s this...thing. Dragons do it. You know, laying on top of treasure?”

Law’s eyes widened as he looked at the back of your head before he laughed, covering his eyes with his hand.

You huffed and pouted, rolling over to face him. He turned to look at you again, frowning adorably at him. “If that was a pick-up line, it was a terrible one, ___-ya.” Before you could really retort, his hand came to your face, holding it still as he leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth gently. “But I wouldn’t complain if you slept in here more often with me.”

zoro:

Zoro nearly goes into cardiac arrest when he wakes up to find you curled up on top of him for the first time. It takes every ounce of his self-control not to push you off, and he actually goes back to sleep very quickly once he realizes how warm you are and how comfortable he is.

After that, he finds it’s become a common occurrence and that he sleeps so much better with you there. He feels a little like he’s taking advantage of it, but you don’t seem too bothered by it, except for the occasional blush.

Zoro finally has to ask when, one morning, Usopp comes in to wake you up for breakfast-- everyone is very used to this scene by now-- and you actually growl at him. That freaks him out a little but, when you wake up and apologize, he waves it off and leaves. Before you can get up, Zoro holds you too him a little tighter and asks what it was about, knowing that it isn’t exactly a normal reaction to being woken up.

You can’t fight the blush that comes over your face any more than you can help the smoke starting to rise as your body temperature does, and hide your face in his neck. This in turn makes Zoro turn a spectacular shade of red, but instead of pushing you away he squeezes you against him. That does nothing to help the situation, but it makes it clear you aren’t getting out of it easy.

Right in his ear, he can’t miss your shy, whispered confession.

“I uh, well, we dragons like to protect our treasures, you know?”

Your fingers tug at his hair in embarrassment, but his chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “That makes sense, I suppose. So I’m your treasure, huh?”

You groan in his ear and nuzzle closer, unable to look him in the eye now. “That was so corny, Zoro. But yeah, I guess you are.”

[anubislover]

“Welcome to the Heart Pirates, Nami-ya” Chapter 13: The Lesser Evil

Nami awoke slowly, her fogged brain sluggishly processing her strange surroundings. A high-pitched beeping noise. Low, muttered voices. Scratchy sheets against her skin and a stiff mattress beneath her back. Her eyes cracked open only to immediately shut again in pain from the blinding white light. She attempted to shield them but was startled to find her wrists bound with thick leather straps to a metal headboard.

Memories of Jinzo and the club snapped to the forefront of her mind. Had she been captured? Was this that creep’s brothel? Where was Ikkaku? Was she still bleeding out in the alley? Where was Law?!

Panicked and disoriented, she screamed and struggled helplessly until a pair of large, gloved hands firmly but gently grabbed her shoulders, pinning her down as Law’s hard face blocked out the bright light, allowing Nami to finally see.

“Nami-ya, calm down; you’re in my infirmary.”

“What?”

He neglected to answer as he inspected her eyes, his stern expression softening with relief. “No blue in the iris—looks like I got all of the drug out. Do you remember last night?”

“Of course I remember! Law, you need to get Ikkaku—”

“Right here, Nami,” a voice from one of the other beds groaned. The redhead breathed a deep sigh of relief when she saw Bepo unshackling the engineer before gingerly helping her sit up. There was an IV full of fluids hooked to her arm and she was in one of the Tang’s hospital gowns, but she was alive. “Neptune’s beard, I never want to see another martini again.”

Nausea bubbled in her stomach as Nami recalled Hypnotique and the state she’d had to leave the other woman in. “Those men…they didn’t—”

“They tried.” Penguin’s face was dark as he leaned against the wall. Tension and quiet rage radiated from every pore as he stared at his shipmate, latex gloves squeaking softly as he clenched and unclenched his hands. “We barely got there in time.”

“I was out of bullets, and Mandōreku had me pinned…” Ikkaku trailed off with a shudder.

“Penguin pulled him off you,” Law said quietly, though Nami could see the angry tic in his jaw as he ground his teeth and the way his tattooed knuckles were white with rage as he released the straps around her wrists. “Shot him point-blank in the family jewels.”

“Did you kill him?” Ikkaku asked, turning to the first mate.

“Not right away,” he replied coldly, the brim of his hat casting his eyes in shadow. “You’d lost a lot of blood and the uranos needed to be dealt with immediately, but once Law had you unconscious and in the infirmary, I took care of him.”

“Good. I only wish I could have done it myself,” she snarled. “Apparently, that son of a bitch was the one who spiked our drinks and supplied the drug in the first place.”

“If I’d known that, I’d have let him bleed out from the hole in his crotch instead of finishing him quickly,” Penguin growled. “I thought he was just a regular scumbag.”

“What’s important is that we got the drug out of you both in time,” Law cut in as he helped Nami sit up. “Uranos basically acts as a stimulant and aphrodisiac. If not treated quickly, it can cause enough brain damage to turn even the most level-headed person into a pleasure-addicted zombie. To say nothing of how much it fucks up your liver, kidneys, and reproductive organs.”

“At least your powers could get it out of us,” Nami stated, remembering how he’d managed to remove the birth control from her system.

“Yes, but given how many vital parts it effects and how fast it works, it takes a lot more concentration and energy than usual—especially since I couldn’t afford to treat you one at a time. I also find it’s easier when the patient’s unconscious; a slowed heart rate means the drug’s processed less quickly, plus it lessens the amount of distracting moaning and writhing from the patient. Not that it stops entirely,” he stated, nodding at the leather restraints.

She flushed. So that’s why he knocked her out. She could now clearly remember how she threw herself at him, practically begging him to fuck her. God, how humiliating! And to think she’d been so overwhelmed by need that she nearly hadn’t told Law about Ikkaku. If he hadn’t managed to trick the answer out of her…

“Thanks for getting us, Boss,” Ikkaku said, breaking the tense silence that fell upon the room.

Bepo gave her a faint smile as he rubbed her back, carefully avoiding scratching her with his claws. “Law’d never leave you two behind.”

“Jinzo didn’t think so,” she replied sourly, hands tightening into fists. “Planned on making Nami his star attraction, and he was going to hand me over to the bartender as a bonus for his ‘services’. Knew there was something off about that guy, especially when he wouldn’t get us water.”

“I’m sorry I left you alone with him,” Nami whispered guiltily, drawing her knees against her chest. Mandōreku had seemed so nice, but behind that charming smile had been utter scum. To think, she’d even encouraged her friend to give that creep a chance!

Ikkaku shook her head insistently. “Nami, I specifically told you to go to the bathroom because I had the feeling something was up, and I wanted you safely out of the way in case things turned violent. Which they did, and you ended up coming out and saving my ass anyway, so no harm, no foul.”

“What’s ‘foul’ is the fact that that bastard had enough uranos to spike the drinks of an entire bar,” Penguin snapped. Despite the girls being safe and sound, his scowl hadn’t eased up, and his posture still implied that he’d like to go out and kill something. But even though anger radiated off of him, he stayed put, not moving so much as an inch from his place by Ikkaku’s bed.

Gloved hand rubbing his goatee, Law nodded in agreement. “Uranos is extracted from a berry that only grows on a single island in the South Blue—Jinzo must have sunk a fortune into getting enough juice to dose a whole bar full of women. Just 15ml costs at least 50,000 belli.”

“If he got the shipment in recently, plus factoring in buying property, remodeling, paying his guards, and all his other expenses, no wonder he didn’t have the money to pay you and Drake,” Nami said, tallying up the rough costs of everything Jinzo had likely been spending in the past month.

Frown deepening, the surgeon looked at her in consideration. “He and Kimo-ya had always done well in the black market trade, but I guess with so many upstart pirates moving on to the New World to take advantage of the chaos, he wanted a fallback in case his normal clientele dried up. It’s not a bad plan, but he should never have tried to muscle in on Haiko-ya’s territory; she may be married to his partner, but she’s basically the unofficial ruler of Grimm’s nightlife.”

“Haiko’s that powerful?”

“She’s established quite the foothold over the past two years. Hiroshi once told me that, before she married Kimo-ya, Grimm was even worse; the dead bodies of whores were regularly found on street corners, drug lords ran rampant, you never knew if you were drinking alcohol or formaldehyde, and the slave trade was out of control. When Haiko-ya arrived, she used her influence to start cleaning things up. The first thing she did was reform the brothels; because of her, they’re now run like legitimate businesses with willing employees that are treated well.”

“Yeah? Jinzo seemed to have had other ideas,” Nami said softly. “He had us all drugged so he could cut down labor costs. No need to pay whores if they’re mindless sex slaves.”

Law scoffed. “Idiot. Women who take uranos have a life expectancy of a month, tops, and that’s still longer than men. Aside from the organ damage the drug can cause, being in a constant state of arousal like that typically results in dehydration, puts a massive strain on the heart, and when you’re only focused on fulfilling your sexual desires, basic human needs like eating and sleeping fall by the wayside. Most wither away to nothing.”

Penguin took off his hat to rub his forehead, scowl deepening. “So, even if he’d succeeded, once those girls died, he’d have to pay out again for a new batch of brain-fucked prostitutes.”

Nami shuddered at the thought. That could have been them. She would have died a mindless sex slave. Despite her life of servitude and the dangers she’d faced as a woman on the Grand Line, such a fate had never even occurred to her. Even when Absalom had kidnapped her and tried to marry her, she’d never even considered it—mainly because she’d been unconscious, but also because she never doubted that Sanji or Luffy or Zoro would save her. Those three always seemed to show up when she was in trouble. But Law…

She had far more faith in the Surgeon of Death than she used to, but it wasn’t the same instinctive trust that she had with her nakama—if she hadn’t gone looking for him, would he have shown up in time to get her and Ikkaku out of there? Luffy would drop everything if he even thought one of his friends was in trouble. Zoro, for all his terrible direction sense, never failed to stumble across her in the nick of time. Sanji had a sixth sense for women in danger. Even Usopp and Chopper, her fellow scaredy-cats, could be relied on to overcome their own fears if she were in trouble.

But Law had been on his own mission. The man had his own goals and priorities that wouldn’t always line up with hers. She couldn’t always rely on him to save her. She shouldn’t always rely on others.

Ignorant to the navigator’s inner turmoil, Law shook his head. “You’re assuming Haiko-ya would let him live that long. She already knew he was opening a brothel, so the second she caught even a whiff of uranos being used on the girls, she’d burn the place to the ground.”

“Unless…” Bepo began before stopping himself. “Sorry.”

“Unless what, Bepo?” Ikkaku asked curiously.

“Speak,” Law ordered, eyes narrowed.

The bear looked nervous as he twiddled his claws. “Well, what if Jinzo planned on getting Miss Haiko out of the way? With Mr. Kimo out of commission, it would be a lot easier for him to take over and drive her out. Or kill her. Or,” he swallowed harshly, “maybe even drug her and add her to the brothel.”

It made a sick amount of sense, and Nami watched Law’s gold eyes burn with understanding. “Haiko-ya probably suspected Jinzo was looking to take her out before his new business opened. That’s why she asked me to go after him last night.” Glare deepening, Law stalked towards the door, motioning for Penguin to follow. The first mate reluctantly left his post, tossing a concerned glance at Ikkaku before leaving the infirmary.

The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence until Nami uttered, “Bepo?”

“Yes, Nami?”

“What happened to the other girls? The ones in the club that were also drugged?”

Her fellow navigator seemed reluctant to answer, glancing around as if hoping someone would pop out to answer the unpleasant question for him. “Well…Captain’s primary concern was you two, but he did order us to sedate and deliver them to Miss Haiko. Once he was sure you would be alright, he went to see what he could do for them, but given how far gone most of them looked…” He bowed his head sadly. “I’m sorry.”

Nami bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes as she stared down at the white tiled floor. Given all that she’d heard about the drug, she felt overwhelming pity for those girls. What would happen to them? What kind of lives could they expect? Did they have husbands or boyfriends or families? Would they ever know the girls’ fates? Were they better off not knowing?

“I’m so sorry, Nami,” Ikkaku murmured, catching her attention. The Heart Pirate looked utterly devastated, tears welling up in her dark eyes. “I was so, so stupid. I figured since Haiko’d been cleaning up the clubs and bars, it was safe to have a night out.”

“You couldn’t have known this would happen,” Nami replied weakly.

Bepo nodded emphatically as he pulled his crewmate into a tight hug. “Don’t blame yourself; even Law thought it was safe enough for you two to go out alone! New bars don’t open without Miss Haiko’s approval, after all. And with the way she’s been running things, it’s more dangerous to go out alone during the day than at night!”

“Really?” Nami asked, surprised.

“Oh yeah. Since Miss Haiko pretty much runs the island at night, she doesn’t get involved with things during the day. It’s the compromise she made with Mr. Kimo and Jinzo. So, slavers and stuff are still a problem while the sun’s up, but once things get dark, it’s a lot safer.”

“Kimo’s really ok with stuff like that?”

“Yeah,” Bepo said nervously, round ears drooping. “He may be more honorable than Jinzo, but he’s still pretty ruthless—wouldn’t be in the black market organ trade otherwise. Handing over control of the island at night to Miss Haiko was basically his wedding gift to her. Jinzo really hadn’t liked that—the red light district had been his domain.”

Frowning, Nami considered his words. Since arriving on Grimm, she’d assumed that Kimo was the lesser of the two evils between himself and Jinzo. But something wasn’t quite right; considering all the work that went into opening a new business, Jinzo must have been planning on starting the brothel for at least a month, if not two. Yet if Kimo had handed control of Grimm’s evening affairs over to Haiko, there was no way Jinzo would have dared disrespected his partner like that, right? And Kimo would have had to be completely stupid not to notice his partner muscling in on his wife’s territory.

Stupid, or in on it, Nami thought, eyes widening as she remembered her brief encounter with Haiko. The club owner had seemed pretty pissed about what had happened to her husband, but not nearly as distraught as one would expect from a woman whose beloved had been possibly assaulted by his long-time partner. And she’d been so quick to point the finger at Jinzo. More than eager to push a slighted Law in his direction. To step back and let someone else get their hands dirty.

It was all conjecture, and she had no proof, but Nami’s gut had told her when they first met that she was the kind of woman who could slit a man’s throat with a smile. And now her gut was saying Haiko was far more involved in this whole mess than she’d let on.

Lost in thought, Nami didn’t realize Law had returned until she heard a low, rapid thumping inches from her face. Looking up, she jumped back like a startled cat as she found herself staring at a beating heart in a translucent cube.

“What the hell is that?!” she screeched.

“I think that’s pretty obvious, Nami-ya; a heart. Specifically, Jinzo’s.”

“Why do you even have that?!”

Tossing the disembodied organ causally into the air and catching it with one hand, he replied, “Well, because I was a bit preoccupied with saving your life, I didn’t have the time to make that bastard suffer like I wanted to. So, I took his heart and handed the rest of him over to Drake-ya.” His grin was cruel and pleased, especially as the organ in his hand beat faster, clearly under some kind of distress. “When I explained the situation to him, he was more than happy to deliver justice in my stead. Especially since Haiko-ya agreed to pay him the money he’s owed, plus a bonus for taking care of this disgusting pest problem.”

“What’s Drake doing with him?” Ikkaku asked, glaring at the heart with cold determination.

“Torture. He promised to use every trick the Marines and his father ever taught him. Broken bones, waterboarding, hot pokers, acid in open wounds, bamboo shards under his nails—but he’s not allowed to kill him.” Gold eyes landed on Nami. “That’ll be my pleasure. Unless you’d like that honor for yourself?” he asked, offering the organ to the navigator like a macabre Valentine.

She gasped in horror. “I’m not killing anyone!”

“You sure? After what he did to you? Think about what would have happened, Nami-ya; he tried to make you a sex slave. He would have profited off your body and laughed as you served every sick scumbag willing to pay. You’d be used, abused, and at the mercy of men who’d only see you as a notch on their belts and a warm hole to fuck,” he sneered, grip on the fragile organ tightening unconsciously.

She shuddered. The picture Law painted wasn’t pretty. Just the thought of what she would have been reduced to made her want to vomit. She and Ikkaku and all those other girls…

Swallowing hard, Nami nervously met his cold eyes. “Law, did you manage to cure the other girls?” Bepo had been doubtful, but a small part of her prayed for a miracle from the doctor.

Law ran a hand through his dark hair. “Haiko-ya’s familiar with uranos—she had some anaphrodisiac on hand to hold back the effects, but not enough for everyone. Some I was able to fully cure. Others will likely be nymphomaniacs for the rest of their lives, but at least still have their higher reasoning intact. Several unfortunately succumbed to the permanent effect before I even got to them. And a few had been taking other drugs that didn’t play well with the addition of uranos and alcohol—needless to say, they died.”

Her throat tightened like a fist had wrapped around it. “Oh my god.”

Holding the rapidly-beating heart out towards her like a rose or box of chocolates, he asked coaxingly, “So, considering the number of lives Jinzo ruined tonight, are you sure you don’t want to give it a little squeeze?”

Fingers twitching, Nami was tempted to take him up on his offer. To grab that fragile organ and crush it between her fingers. To make Jinzo suffer in a way he never could have prepared for in the name of the women he’d been willing to use for his own ends.

But her conscience won out. She wasn’t a murderer. Maybe if it had been Arlong’s heart, she would have done it. This Fishman had spent nearly a decade pushing her to the breaking point. Hell, she’d tried to kill him at least a dozen different ways before resigning herself to the fragile glimmer of hope that he’d honor their deal and free her village.

She had no doubt that Jinzo was just as bad as Arlong, and he’d certainly wronged her and her friend, but as far as personal stakes went, Jinzo paled in comparison. So, even though he deserved it, she couldn’t bring herself to kill him in such a callous, ignoble way. Luffy would never approve. None of her nakama would. She didn’t give a damn about honor or fair fights, but killing him like this, when the man had no chance to fight back, was a slippery slope she didn’t want to go down.

Gingerly, Nami pushed Law’s hand away. “I’m sure. It just…I could never…”

The Surgeon of Death seemed disgruntled that she refused his macabre gift, but he got over it quickly. “Suit yourself. Ikkaku?”

The engineer seemed to consider it, but one look at Nami’s ashen face changed her mind. “Better take that somewhere else, Boss—I don’t give a shit what you do to that bastard, but Nami doesn’t need to see it.”

Law glanced at the woman in question before shrugging and tossing the heart onto an empty bed. Casually, he checked Ikkaku’s IV and stitches along her side as he said, “Fine. I should call Drake-ya first and see if he’s gotten bored of ripping chunks of flesh off of the bastard, anyway. Hate to interfere with his fun. Penguin’s getting your breakfast—eat up, then get dressed. The log pose has reset and we’re leaving Grimm no later than sunset. This visit has been an absolute shit show.” Satisfied with his engineer’s condition, Law retrieved Jinzo’s heart, tossing it up and down like a beanbag as he ordered, “If you have anything you wanted to pick up before we head off, this is your last chance—though you’re both wearing the uniforms. No arguments.”

“Fine by me,” Nami murmured, refusing to look at the vulnerable red organ.

Her chin was lifted gently, and she was forced to meet Law’s tired eyes. “Nami-ya, I promise the next island we land on will be much more relaxing. No black markets, drugs, or creepy psychopaths.”

“That…that sounds great, Law,” she replied uncomfortably.

“That’s it? No complaining? No demands for monetary compensation? No insults?” His frown deepened as he took a step back, taking care to keep Jinzo’s heart just out of her line of sight. “What’s on your mind, Nami-ya?

She worried her lip. Haiko was Law’s friend, or at least they were on good terms. Should she really risk inciting his anger by making accusations against her without proof?

Then again, Law was an intelligent man, and he knew the woman better than Nami did. If anyone could put her mind at ease and prove her theory right or wrong, it was him.

For better or worse, she’d trust his judgment.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Nami asked, “Did Haiko ever tell you what kind of accident her husband was in?”

A dark blue eyebrow raised in bemusement. “No. We were a bit preoccupied with brainstorming ways of making Jinzo pay for his transgressions. I assume it was something pretty serious, though.”

“But she knows how good a doctor you are. You completely repaired Hiroshi’s hands. You can pull drugs and poison out of people and find out exactly what’s wrong with someone with your powers. Why wouldn’t she ask you to look Kimo over and see if you could help him?”

“Because—” Law paused, quickly realizing he had no answer. “That’s a very good question, Nami-ya.” Brow furrowing, he stood before her in deep thought for a few minutes, idly running his thumb over the heart in his hand. It continued to beat at a dizzying speed—Jinzo was terrified, in agony, or both.

Finally, with a dark glint in his golden eyes, the Dark Doctor stated, “I’ll look into it. As for you two; rest, eat, and be ready to set sail by tonight.”

“Aye-aye, Captain,” Ikkaku replied while Nami nodded mutely.

Without another word, Law stalked out of the infirmary, leaving the two women and the Mink alone.

Determined not to endure any more awkward silences, Bepo walked over to Nami, lifted her up like she weighed nothing, and carried her over to Ikkaku’s cot. The bear sat down and pulled both women onto his lap, hugging them close like they were a pair of dolls.

“You had us all worried,” he whimpered, rubbing his muzzle against Ikkaku’s tangled hair. After six hours and all the craziness that had ensued during that time, the dark strands were regaining their natural curl. “I thought we were going to lose you.”

Despite the stress and trauma she’d endured over the past few days, Nami couldn’t help but feel the need to reassure the sweet bear. “We’re ok, Bepo. You guys got to us just in time,” she promised, patting his soft fur comfortingly.

“We knew you’d never let us down,” Ikkaku agreed, smiling softly at the way the Mink nuzzled her.

“But what if we hadn’t—”

“If you’re worried, next time you’re coming with us on Ladies’ Night,” she offered.

“Yeah,” Nami chimed in. “No one would dare mess with us if we had our fierce Mink bodyguard with us!”

“I don’t think you’re getting a choice on the whole ‘bodyguard’ thing,” Bepo admitted. “Law was a wreck. Pretty sure he’s not going to let either of you off the ship for a while without either him or a whole entourage for protection. Sorry.”

As much as Nami wanted to be annoyed at this, she couldn’t blame the dark captain for such a precaution. Grimm had taught her that, if she wanted to get through the rest of the year in one piece, she was going to have to adapt to her situation better. Life with the Straw Hats had made her forget just how much danger a woman faced.

Ikkaku had said she was lucky to have kept her virginity for so long—that she had the chance to choose who to give her first time to—but she hadn’t fully realized just how lucky. Absalom, Jinzo, Harpin—she could have been raped by any one of them. And though she was fortunate enough to have powerful people looking after her, she needed to be better prepared to defend herself in the future. As it was, she was a liability, and she couldn’t always count on others to rescue her.

Resting her head against Bepo’s furry neck, she made a decision. “Hey, Ikkaku?”

“Yeah?”

“Think you could take a look at my Clima-Tact later? Maybe see if there’s a way to bulk up its attacks, or give me some tips on how to utilize it better? I…I don’t want you to feel like I’d be in the way of a fight again.” Usopp would probably freak that she’d let someone other than him mess around with his invention, but Nami was sure he’d understand that it was for the sake of survival.

“I didn’t exactly think you’d be in the way,” Ikkaku replied, though there was a hint of hesitation in her tone. “I just didn’t want you getting hurt. I mean, if it turned out Mandōreku had a gun, I couldn’t risk him shooting you.”

“I get it, but if I’m going to stand a chance in the New World, I need to up my game. I’m never going to be a great fighter like Luffy or Sanji-kun, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try to get stronger.”

The engineer smiled sympathetically. “Then sure, I’ll look at it. Honestly, I’ve been dying to study that thing for a while but didn’t want to overstep.”

“I appreciate it,” Nami said. She meant it, too; Ikkaku might have been blunt and a bit pushy at times, but it was good to hear that she really did respect Nami’s boundaries.

“If you want some combat training, I can teach you a few of my moves,” Bepo offered, turning to rub his fuzzy cheek against her forehead affectionately.

“That’d probably be a good idea. Law said it was time to start some combat training, but I’ve been avoiding it. Guess it’s time to bite the bullet.”

“You want to learn to catch a bullet with your teeth?!” the Mink asked, shocked. “Not even Law can do that!”

Neither Ikkaku nor Nami bothered to correct him. Not that they could have; both women were laughing too hard.

XXX

Several hours later, Nami, Law, Jean Bart, Shachi, Ikkaku, and Penguin were loading the last of the supplies onto the submarine. The two women weren’t really in any condition to do any heavy lifting, but Nami was determined to spend as much time outside as she could before they submerged, as she had no idea when she’d get the chance to enjoy fresh air again. Ikkaku had decided to keep her company while the men did most of the work, and Law had agreed to let them lounge on the docks as it allowed him to supervise the men and watch over the women at the same time.

Normally, Nami would be on edge from his scrutiny, but she barely noticed as she was more interested in the amount of attention Penguin was giving them. Or rather, Ikkaku. The first mate had come up with practically every excuse under the sun to come over to check on them, mostly under the guise of ensuring his crewmate didn’t do anything to pull her stiches.

“I swear, he thinks I’m an invalid,” Ikkaku scoffed as Penguin scuttled off to help Shachi load up the supplies for the greenhouse Clione had ordered. “I’m not going to tear my stiches getting a drink.”

“Give the guy a break—he was freaking out when he realized you were in danger last night,” Nami replied, sipping her tea as she reclined in her deck chair. Penguin had insisted on fetching them some from the galley to ward off the gloomy island’s chill. It was definitely appreciated; a thick fog had settled over the Fall island since mid-morning and, combined with the chilly ocean spray, even the normally warm navigator was getting goosebumps.

“I guess. He’s a good guy like that,” she acquiesced with a small, affectionate smile. “He’s always looking after the crew. Speaking of, how’re you holding up in the uniform? You’re not getting overheated again, are you?”

The navigator gave the beige jumpsuit she’d once again been saddled with a brief scowl. “I’m fine—just trying to think of ways to make this damn thing palatable without Law freaking out.”

“Maybe we could modify it or something—make you a custom version. So long as it’s got the Heart Pirate emblem on it, I’m sure Law wouldn’t mind if we made it a bit sexier,” she said with a suggestive wink. “Especially if he gets to parade you about like his very own mikan arm-candy.”

Before Nami could tell her off for such an absurd suggestion, the man in question approached as if sensing the girls were talking about him. “And how are the two princesses doing?” he asked, tone teasing as he leaned Kikoku against his shoulder. “Has Penguin started feeding you grapes and offering foot massages?”

“Sadly, not yet,” Ikkaku snickered. “Need something, Boss?”

“I’m going to go run an errand. I won’t be gone long, but until I get back, stay close to the ship.”

The two women shrugged. Law had been popping out to run various errands all day; at this point, none of the Heart Pirates gave it much thought anymore.

“Don’t worry,” Nami replied, waving away his concern as she sipped her tea. “If I never set foot on Grimm’s shores again, I’ll be a happy woman. The docks are as far as I plan to go.”

“Good to hear it. Anything you two want me to pick up while I’m out?”

“Being awful magnanimous there, Boss,” Ikkaku drawled, an eyebrow raising suspiciously. “You trying to butter us up? Bribe us?”

He gave an insincere, too-wide smile. “Maybe I just feel like spoiling my two most beautiful subordinates.”

“And now I know you’re up to something. Well, if you insist on buying our silence, you can get me a huge box of gourmet chocolates or something,” she quipped, smirking up at her captain challengingly.

“Make that two boxes,” Nami giggled. “One for each of us. And a case of the most expensive sake the island sells.”

Law rolled his eyes, exasperated. “Greedy wench. Should have known you wouldn’t settle for a coffee or something.”

“If you don’t like it, I take cash, too.”

“Speaking of, you still owe me—”

“Nope!” she cut him off. “You said I could pay you back in cash, or with a kiss. And guess what, oh Surgeon of Death? I distinctly recall kissing you last night.”

“Under the influence of a sex drug.”

“You never specified the circumstances of the kiss. As far as I’m concerned, we’re even.”

Law let out an annoyed tch, and it took Nami a ridiculous amount of willpower to keep from commenting on the fact that the infamous Supernova was basically pouting. “Fine. I should be back in a half-hour. If I’m not, avenge my death.”

“Will do, Boss,” Ikkaku replied as she reclined in her seat, unbothered by the concept of her captain’s grisly demise. Not that she had reason to be—word had quickly spread about what had happened to Jinzo, so even if any of his former subordinates wanted revenge, only the truly stupid would risk their boss’ fate.

A blue bubble encased him and Law vanished before their eyes. Not wasting any time, the engineer turned to her companion. “So, you kissed him, huh?”

Nami scowled half-heartedly at her. “Because of the uranos.”

“Sure, sure,” Ikkaku chuckled but didn’t press the topic any further. It was good that she was feeling comfortable enough to make the occasional joke about last night’s debacle, but Nami could tell she didn’t wish to dwell on it longer than needed. There was a moment of comfortable silence between them before Ikkaku sighed. “Damn, now that he’s mentioned it, I kinda do want that foot massage. I’m getting a little cold, too; I’m gonna see if I can talk Penguin into giving one inside. You in?”

“Nah, I’m good. I think I’ll stay here and enjoy the fresh air a little longer. Go treat yourself!” she laughed, shooing the engineer away.

Normally, Nami rarely said no to a free foot massage, but she had the sneaking suspicion that Penguin wouldn’t mind doting on just Ikkaku for a while. With all his hovering, concern, and fury towards her attacker, Nami was beginning to theorize that the first mate might just have a burgeoning crush on the beautiful engineer. And even if she was completely off-base, Ikkaku deserved a little extra pampering after the night she’d had.

As Ikkaku meandered back into the sub, Nami wandered over to the edge of the pier, giving Jean Bart and Shachi a reassuring wave when they made to get up from where they were resting atop a stack of crates. Making sure to stay in their line of sight and within shouting distance, she stood there for several peaceful moments and relished the feel of the ocean spray on her face. She hoped the journey to the next island wasn’t too long—Grimm was damp and chilly and grey and an overall miserable experience, but she certainly hadn’t been bored.

“You seem to be doing well.”

Nami whirled around to find herself face-to-chest with Drake. Instinctively, her hand went to her Clima-Tact—Law had practically strapped it to her leg himself, though she doubted she’d risk leaving the submarine without it again.

Drake looked down at her critically, blue eyes lingering briefly upon the Heart Pirate insignia on her breast pocket before snapping back up to her face, a faint blush rising to his cheeks as he realized exactly where he’d been staring. He coughed into his fist awkwardly, waiting a moment for his composure to return. “I heard you ran amuck of some uranos. I suppose it’s a good thing you had Trafalgar for a temporary captain. I loathe the man, but his medical skills are beyond compare,” he spat as if giving Law even the slightest bit of praise filled his mouth with a foul taste.

“Y-yeah, he really came through for me,” Nami said nervously, fingers twitching above her batons.

Drake noticed her disquiet and took a half-step back, putting a respectable amount of distance between them. “I’m not here to kidnap you, Miss Nami—especially not with your companions ready to attack if I so much as blink at you wrong.”

Her anxiety eased up at the reminder. Glancing at her shipmates over her shoulder, she noticed Shachi glaring daggers at the rival captain through his sunglasses as he polished his rifle. Next to him, Jean Bart cracked his knuckles meaningfully. Confidence returning with the knowledge that she had good people watching her back, she returned her attention to Drake, hand retreating from her weapon to rest elegantly on her hip. “Smart man, though if abduction’s not on the agenda, why are you here?”

“Partially to check up on you. I was concerned Trafalgar would want to take advantage of you in your drug-addled state.”

“Law would never!” she snapped, instantly offended on the Dark Doctor’s behalf. The man may have been a sadistic, flirty bastard, but she instinctively knew he had never considered using her like Jinzo had intended. After all, she’d basically offered herself up on a silver platter, and when he’d kissed her back, it had been for the sake of distracting her. Law was a lot of terrible things, but “rapist” was not among them.

Holding up his hands in surrender, Drake raised an eyebrow at her outburst. “You’ve certainly changed your tune. Just two days ago you told me you didn’t even like him and literally begged me to help you strip off his uniform. I’d hoped you’d be smart enough not to fall for his seduction techniques so easily.”

“I haven’t fallen for anything—I’ve just realized that, even if he is a creepy asshole, he’s at least got enough honor to keep me safe from other scumbags. He’s the lesser of the evils out there.” Biting her lip, she reluctantly brought up, “By the way, I heard that you’re the one who…took care of Jinzo.”

With a nonchalant shrug he replied, “Normally, doing anything that benefits Trafalgar turns my stomach, but I was willing to make an exception in this case. The lesser of the evils and whatnot. That, and Haiko offered me a rather impressive sum of belli in exchange. I certainly wasn’t going to turn down that kind of deal—especially when I found out what Jinzo had done.”

“You…said he owed you a lot of money for something. What was it?” she asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

Piercing blue eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms. “You’re not accusing me of selling him uranos, are you?”

“Jinzo did sink a small fortune into getting his hands on enough to drug a whole bar. Maybe it wasn’t the only thing you sold him, but you did say he owed you 600 million belli,” she countered, though her heart wasn’t in it. Drake may have been a dangerous Supernova and attempted kidnapper but considering how he’d seemed rather shy around unclothed women, she highly doubted that he’d supply a drug that would turn girls into sex-slaves. Still, it didn’t hurt to check.

His answering glower put doubt into that thought, though. “Miss Nami, I understand you’ve been through a traumatic ordeal, and thus I’ll humor your idiotic accusation—no,” he stated, voice barely more than a deep, threatening growl. “What he and Kimo owed me money for was a job they requested assistance on, plus I had raided a merchant ship full of uncut diamonds, platinum, and silk. And considering how you relieved Jinzo of his cash, even if I did bring in the uranos, do you really think I’d hand it over without getting paid?”

Ice water ran though her veins at his tone. Drake was deeply offended at her allegation. She couldn’t blame him—despite the near-abduction, he’d been remarkably courteous to her since they’d first met. Besides that, even if he wasn’t a Marine anymore, it was clear he was far more honorable than most pirates. But every man had his limits, and if she didn’t lighten the mood fast, she might end up sharing Jinzo’s fate. Backing up a half-step and holding out her hands as if to calm down an angry beast, Nami simpered, “Hey, I’m sorry! You’re right—it was stupid of me to think you had anything to do with this. I-I’ve been through a lot over the past couple days and wasn’t thinking straight!”

Drake took a deep breath, and the tension eased from his shoulders as his hands fell to his sides. Behind her, Nami could hear the safety of a gun clicking, and she suspected her bodyguards had something to do with his new calm. “I may be a pirate, Miss Nami, but I don’t care for my honor being questioned.”

“I’ll remember that.”

His stern expression softened at her obvious fear. A large hand rubbed the back of his neck with a hint of embarrassment. “I confess, though, I do now feel a bit guilty for even considering selling you to that madman. Uranos is nasty business—rumor has it that the Navy briefly considered using it as a form of torture for female pirates in Impel Down, but Sengoku shot it down.”

Bile burned the back of her throat at the mere thought. “Dare I ask who proposed that option?”

“I believe you robbed his mansion last month.”

A disgusted shudder wracked her body. Of course that perverted psychopath would suggest such a thing. Considering Harpin’s low view of women and shady dealings, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he suggested it so he could get his hands on some for his own depraved use.

“God, the Navy employs the sickest people,” she groused. “How can they even look at themselves in the mirror?”

“People will go to quite the extremes in the name of Justice,” Drake answered, tilting his head down so his face was cast in shadow. “You can’t always stop evil by playing by the rules.”

Nami bit her lip. She probably shouldn’t be discussing such things with a former Rear-Admiral. Even if he had no love for his former leaders, she doubted such a conversation would go anywhere pleasant. She was trying to keep the mood light, after all. “Right. So, where are you heading next? Off to the New World?”

“No, not yet. It’s still too chaotic on the other side. Perhaps in a few months, when the waves of idiots looking to make a name for themselves have all killed each other. If I hope to stand out, I can’t just be another voice screaming for attention.”

“Not the worst plan in the world, I guess.” In fact, it was pretty similar to Law’s. Perhaps all North Blue pirates were this pragmatic—it seemed they were the only ones willing to wait for the best moment to strike instead of recklessly rushing into certain death.

“So glad you approve,” he replied sarcastically, though there was an amused tilt to his lips. “I may also be staying on this side for the sake of enjoying Paradise while it’s unusually peaceful—it’s almost like a vacation.”

Just like that, the rest of the tension between them dissolved like sugar in hot tea, and Nami found herself able to relax. Drake was an intimidating man, especially when he was angry, but like Law, he didn’t seem the type to cause trouble unless he could gain from it. Especially not with the Heart Pirates so close by.

That in mind, Nami gave him a small smile, intent of staying in his good graces. “By the way, thank you for…what you did to Jinzo. I’m sure getting payback on my behalf wasn’t a factor in your decision, but it’s good to have the peace of mind knowing he won’t be coming after me again.” Death and torture were never things she’d be able to condone, but it seemed smarter to praise Drake rather than condemn him.

Broad shoulders lifted in a mild shrug, but the large captain seemed pleased enough at her gratitude. “Honestly, while it wasn’t at the top of my list of reasons, when I was informed that he’d drugged you, it did help sway my decision. I thought perhaps my act of chivalry might help you see sense and convince you to join me instead of Trafalgar.”

A wry smile curled her lips and she jutted out her hip as she replied sassily, “Torturing a guy isn’t a great way to earn a lady’s affections, though points for creativity.”

Drake blushed slightly at the mild teasing in her tone, pulling the brim of his hat a bit further down to hide it the damning tinge of pink. “Perhaps not my preferred way to win you over, but I work with what I have.”

Intent on keeping the mood light, she teased, “Well, Captain Drake, how would you prefer to ‘win me over’, as you put it? A shopping trip? Candlelit dinner? A long stroll on the beach under the stars?”

“I’d rather appeal to your sense of reason—you’re an intelligent woman from what I’ve seen, and surely by this point Trafalgar would have shown you his true colors. While he might not be the absolute worst piece of scum sailing the ocean, you’re better off without him. That insane bastard will bring you nothing but trouble.”

Part of her appreciated the fact that Drake seemed even the slightest bit concerned for her safety—it was always good to have allies, after all. “Law’s a little unhinged, I’ll admit, but still far from the worst captain I’ve ever served under. He’s loyal and protective of his crew, and I guess that includes me now. That, and I have this sneaking suspicion that you only want me because I’m his.” She blinked before smacking her forehead with her palm, cheeks burning bright red. “That didn’t come out right.”

Drake let out a faint chuckle as he closed the distance between them with a few casual steps. “Whether or not you meant it that way, you’re not wrong. Considering all the times he’s gone out of his way just to screw me over, I wouldn’t mind the chance for some payback.” He leaned in, his voice a seductive growl in her ear as he continued, “And what better way to do it than to steal away the woman he clearly plans to fuck?”

“Wha—”

“Back it up there, Drake,” Shachi snapped as he audibly clicked the safety of his gun off again, raising the rifle meaningfully. “We cut you some slack when you badmouthed the boss, but trying to seduce our Cat Thief is a big no-no.”

Nami shivered as a puff of Drake’s hot breath danced against her neck when he scoffed. “Oh? Don’t you have faith in her loyalty to your captain? Or do you think she’d be so easily seduced?”

“Like you said, Miss Nami’s a smart woman,” Jean Bart replied, once more cracking his knuckles, ready to fight. “Smart enough not to fall for such an obvious ploy from a guy who tried to kidnap her just two days ago.”

“Then you boys have no reason to worry.” His attention returned to the woman in question when he felt her small hand lightly press against his torso. “So, what will it be, Miss Nami? Surely such a gorgeous, intelligent woman knows she deserves a better captain than an unhinged scoundrel like Trafalgar. Someone like me. Perhaps I could convince you over a bottle of wine in my cabin.”

Memories of the fantasy she’d shared with Ikkaku about how she’d seduce Drake popped into her head. She certainly hadn’t imagined he’d try to beat her to the punch like this. But while his attempt was admirable, the execution was unrefined. He had the proximity and the low, coaxing tone down, but he wasn’t even trying to touch her. He was smart to compliment her looks and intelligence, but he wasn’t quite making her feel wanted. Or maybe she’d just gotten used to Law’s much more patient, methodical approach. In fact, she couldn’t help but wonder if Drake was trying to imitate him but wasn’t quite comfortable enough to commit.

And too bad for him, when a Cat Thief like her sensed weakness, she took advantage.

“Hmm, I admit it’s a tempting offer,” Nami cooed, playfully running her fingers along the fur trim of his bolero. Large brown eyes gazed up at him through long lashes as she continued, “Having the famous X Drake so interested in little old me is certainly doing wonders for my ego. And what woman wouldn’t want to serve under such a big, strong, handsome captain?” For extra measure, she blew a light stream of air against the bare skin of his sternum as she drew a little heart on his prominent abdominal muscles.

Drake’s face turned the same shade as his hair, prompting Nami to laugh and drop the act, stepping away from him. “Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure that if I ran off with one of his rivals, Law wouldn’t take too kindly to it. But I’ll keep it in mind.”

Growling faintly in annoyance at how easily she’d gotten under his skin, Drake sought to compose himself by dusting off imaginary dirt from his sleeves. “Hmph. Well, in case you do come to your senses, just know the offer expires when I leave for the New World.”

“Fair. Now, unless you were looking to say goodbye to Law…” she trailed off, suggestively wagging her eyebrows.

Any composure Drake might have regained fell away instantly. “It was bad enough dealing with that smarmy bastard over the phone,” he snapped, ears burning brightly. Given what she knew of their interactions, Nami could guess that call had been utterly dripping with Law’s smug, suggestive flirtations. No wonder Drake had waited until he was gone to approach her. “All I have to say to him is ‘burn in Hell’!”

“Well, unless you plan on telling him that yourself, you should get going—he’s due back any minute,” she warned with a teasing smile. She’d never admit it out loud, but Law had been right—the best way to deal with Drake was to lean into the sexual tension to knock him off balance.

“Fine,” he growled, shoving his hands into his pockets and marching away with his head held deceptively high. “One last bit of advice, Miss Nami—I know it’s inevitable, but at least make him work for it before you sleep with him.”

Her jaw dropped in shock and outrage. “You—I’m not going to sleep with that jerk!”

“That’s the spirit,” he replied dryly over his shoulder, his large silhouette fading into the fog.

Once the former Marine was out of sight, Shachi was at her side, leaning his elbow on her shoulder. “You ok, Nami?”

The red haired thief was grateful for the cool air, as it helped her blush fade more quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for having my back.”

“No problem. Glad we didn’t have to fight him, though. I hate to say it, but Drake’s got a higher bounty than Law for a good reason—guy turns into a total monster during a fight.”

“Literally or figuratively?”

“Yes.”

“Of course,” she sighed. Not that she was surprised—she’d seen his hand become a green scaled claw back in the alley, and she’d heard rumors that he could transform into carnivorous dinosaur of some kind. “How long until we plan on leaving?”

“Probably no more than an hour,” Jean Bart replied, hoisting up one of the larger supply crates. “Why? Need to get anything before we go?”

A cat-like smirk curled her lips as she fanned herself with a wad of cash. “Nah. I’d just rather we be on our way before Drake realizes he’s missing a few thousand belli.”

Shachi immediately doubled over laughing. “Holy fuck! When did you pull that off?!”

“When you two were distracting him with your chivalrous display,” she said evenly, tucking the money into her breast pocket. Even if Drake did realize his wallet was suddenly empty, there was no chance he’d dare let his hand go anywhere near her cleavage.

“Seems you three are having fun,” Law said, appearing like a specter from the thick fog, Room dissipating around him. “What did I miss?”

“Just Miss Nami picking Drake’s pocket,” Jean Bart said with a chuckle, picking up the crate of sake that had appeared with his captain and hauling it towards the submarine.

“Dumbass tried to seduce her and got robbed for his troubles,” Shachi explained gleefully, though it was replaced with a low grunt as two massive boxes of assorted gourmet chocolate were dropped into his arms. He let out another oof as Kikoku unceremoniously landed on top of them.

“Drake-ya tried to seduce you?” the captain asked Nami, lips curling into a smirk. “Without my permission? I’m not sure if I should be pissed at him or proud.”

“Does he need your permission to seduce me?” Nami scoffed lightly. “Maybe I should have gone with him; having an actual gentleman for a captain would make a nice change.”

“I’m surprised he didn’t try to appeal to your desire for a more flattering uniform.”

“Wait, they have better uniforms? Drake, come back!” she called mockingly, making a show of trying to run off in the older captain’s direction.

Chuckling, Law caught her arm and pulled her back against him. “Shachi, bring those boxes to the girls’ room and check the cargo hold to make sure we have all the provisions we need.”

“Aye-aye, Captain,” Shachi replied, already halfway to the sub. He knew Law was just giving him busywork to get some alone time with the beautiful thief, but he wasn’t going to argue—if Law wanted to, he could easily just Shambles him to the other side of the island to get rid of him.

The Dark Doctor didn’t get to enjoy that alone time for long, though, as his second mate was quickly replaced by a second redhead, though this one was far more beautiful and curvaceous.

“Hello Law,” Haiko purred, her ruby lips curled upwards in a satisfied smile. In stark contrast to the sexy silver dress she’d preformed in, today she wore a smart black blazer with a tight pencil skirt, though her generous cleavage was tactically on display. “Your work last night was exemplary. I’m going to have to think of new VIP perks to give you. Maybe have Hiroshi write another song.”

Nami tensed at the appearance of the seductive club owner. She still had no idea what was up with her—if Haiko could be fully trusted. Law had said he’d look into it, but had he? Or had he just said that to appease his suspicious shipmate?

“Thank you, Haiko-ya,” Law replied casually, though it didn’t escape Nami’s notice that he placed himself deliberately between the two women. “How are Jinzo’s victims?”

The assured smile fell slightly. “I sent the ones you cured home to their families. The dead will hopefully be identified and given proper burials.”

“And the nymphos?”

“A few are going to try and return to their normal lives. The others…I’ve offered them employment at one of my brothels—if they’re going to crave sex for the rest of their lives, they might as well get paid for it. And at least with me they’ll be safe.”

“Very generous of you.”

Though she waved off the comment, Nami could see the subtle stiffness in her posture—as if she were an actress not entirely comfortable with the character she had to portray. “It’s the least I can do. If I’d taken care of Jinzo earlier, none of this would have happened.”

“I can’t argue with that. Though he must have done a great job covering his tracks to keep both you and Kimo-ya from realizing he intended to muscle in on your territory. What will happen to the black market trade now?”

Her easy confidence returned—when it came to talking business, Haiko was clearly in her element. “Well, since I’ll have my hands full keeping that from imploding, I’m entrusting Oscar with running the red light district. Hiroshi can manage Ruby 8 until things settle down. I admit, since so many of your peers have run off to the New World, the black market’s taken a bit of a dip in profits.”

“And with fewer pirates around, the island’s entertainment and legitimate businesses must have been more accessible to citizens and other visitors.”

“All the more reason to clean this town up, I suppose.”

“Kimo-ya won’t be happy about that,” Law said casually, studying his nails.

She shrugged, though her red lips turned in a subtle frown. “My husband’s a crime lord—to him, rampant rape, drugs, and murder meant that his clientele were happy. But when such a thing is the norm, it’s only a matter of time before you fall victim to it yourself.”

“Of course. It’s easy to rule the underworld when everyone else is a good, law-abiding citizen.”

Seductive smirk returning to her face, Haiko playfully stroked Law’s goatee. “Oh, don’t worry, Dr. Heart Stealer; you’ll still have a place to sell of your ill-gotten goods, and after last night, you can expect VIP treatment at any of Grimm’s fine establishments.”

The Surgeon of Death flashed a devilish smirk. “Good to hear. And without the risk of drugging, rape, and kidnapping, maybe next time we visit, Nami-ya will be able to actually enjoy herself.”

Pulling her hand away from Law’s face, Haiko turned to Nami, green eyes apologetic. “Yes, I heard you were one of the girls Jinzo’s goons drugged. It’s good to see you’re doing well. No one hurt you, did they?”

“I’m fine,” Nami replied, shifting uncomfortably. Though her concern over the thief’s welfare felt sincere, she still wasn’t sure if the island’s new Queenpin had a hand in the island’s drastic power shift, or if she was just taking advantage of the opportunity she’d been presented with her husband and Jinzo’s removal. Her goals at least appeared admirable.

“If you’re ever back in Grimm, you’re welcome at Ruby 8 anytime. In fact, next visit your meals and drinks are on the house.”

Law stepped between them again, and for a brief moment, Nami felt him run a reassuring hand over her back. “Perhaps by that point, Kimo-ya will have recovered—we can make it a double date.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” Haiko stated, a nearly imperceptible tightness in her jaw. “My medical staff says that with the damage he suffered, even if he does wake up, he’ll be confined to his bed for the rest of his life. He took a tremendous fall down the stairs and broke his neck, you see.”

“Was that before or after he was stabbed in the liver?”

Green eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”

This time, Law blatantly pushed Nami behind him, looming dangerously over the older businesswoman as they stared each other down. “Well, since I seemed to be in the habit of doing you favors, I thought I’d add to my good karma and stop by your house to see if I could do anything to heal your beloved husband. He certainly has a broken neck, and the bruises and cracked skull line up with your story, but that stab wound sticks out like a sore thumb.”

Haiko’s stone-cold expression would put a professional poker player’s to shame. “Well, the fall did break a few steps—perhaps he landed on a sharp piece of wood.”

Law’s own face was just as unreadable. “No, the size and shape clearly indicate that it was a knife. A small one that a lady could easily hide under her dress. I also noticed that your home doesn’t have any stairs.”

Her expression hardened, a fierce green fire flickering in her eyes. “Are you accusing me of harming my husband, Captain Trafalgar?”

“Haiko-ya, you’re a woman I genuinely admire—you’re cunning and determined, yet you still have standards higher than most of the criminal underworld. You’ve come a long way from that underground gin joint you started in the North Blue. You’ve spent years cleaning up the brothels and bars on Grimm; I’d certainly be upset to find my husband was conspiring to undo all of my hard work simply because he couldn’t adapt to the changing times.”

Nami held her breath as she and Law awaited her answer. This was the moment of truth.

“That’s quite the theory you have,” Haiko replied coolly, crossing her arms and raising an auburn eyebrow. The anger in her gaze dimmed down into a tranquil simmer. “Do you have any proof?”

“Nothing physical, nor do I really care—if you stabbed Kimo, I have no doubt it was well-deserved. Perhaps it was even an accident, or in self-defense.”

“Or perhaps you’re just making baseless accusations.”

“Haiko-ya, it doesn’t matter to me what really happened. If anything, I imagine you’ll be a better business partner than either of them. I simply don’t appreciate being used and lied to.”

When she gave no reply, Law gave Nami a meaningful look, gold eyes flicking down to her Clima-Tact before holding her gaze intently. “Nami-ya, why don’t you disappear for a bit? I think this is a conversation Haiko-ya and I should have without an audience.”

Catching on, she nodded, ducking inside the Polar Tang just out of sight. While Law distracted the club owner by leading her towards the edge of the pier, Nami quickly cast her Mirage Tempo, rendering herself invisible so she could sneak back over, footsteps silent as a cat’s paws. For extra measure, she crouched behind a nearby crate, peaking her head over the top so she could watch the duo’s interactions.

Law casually slung his arm over Haiko’s narrow shoulders, dropping his voice so only Nami could eavesdrop. “Look, I know power struggles are common in the underworld, and innocents getting caught in the middle happens. However, this little spat hurt two of my subordinates. I’m sure you understand that, if something like this were to happen again, I’d take it upon myself to wipe out both sides of the conflict in revenge, correct?”

The redhead stiffened. “Of course, Law.”

“Good. Because I respect your reasons—Kimo and Jinzo betrayed you. Tried to undo all your hard work because their own profits were down. Potentially even planned to slip you a little uranos out of spite. But I won’t stand for someone else’s grudge putting my crew in danger. Nor do I tolerate being used—if you want me to kill someone for you in the future, I expect you to be straight with me instead of treating me like a pawn.”

For a moment, Haiko stood in silence, staring out at the churning waves as they slapped against the pier. Finally, she spoke, voice tight and minutely vulnerable. “A few nights ago…Kimo came to Ruby 8 with a few of his thugs after closing. We argued about him helping Jinzo open a brothel under my nose—he said if I didn’t give the red light district back, he’d burn my club to the ground and put me to work as one of the whores.”

“Is that when you stabbed him?” Law asked, tone even and calm.

“Of course. Oscar and the band overheard the commotion and took care of the thugs while I ran, but Kimo followed me to the top of the stairs…”

“Well, that lines up with what Hiroshi told me. I appreciate your honesty.”

“You questioned Hiroshi?” she asked, angered at the musician’s betrayal.

“You forget—he owes me. I guess he also figured I’d be more lenient with you if I knew how you’d been backed into a corner.” Law paused, letting the tension between them simmer before he admitted, “He was right. Kimo deserved what you gave him, and if I hear he’s tragically succumbed to his wounds, well, I won’t shed any tears.”

Haiko sighed, shoulders sagging in relief. “I wanted to trust you, but you had a profitable partnership with Kimo. I couldn’t be sure whose side you’d be on—I just knew it wouldn’t be Jinzo’s.”

“A common enemy is a good hook for an alliance—I just hope you plan to be more honest with me if you intend on maintaining our partnership.”

“Of course.”

A shadow fell across his eyes as he turned the woman so she fully faced him. “Did you know about the uranos shipment?”

“No. Nor was I aware that Venus would be used to distribute it,” Haiko explained, looking him straight in the eye. “The owner was new but on the level; he had my full permission to host a Ladies Night to attract customers. When I went to confront him this morning, I found his body—he’s been dead for at least a few days.”

Nodding at her answer, Law’s somber expression relaxed. “Good. Because not telling me about Kimo and Jinzo’s betrayal is forgivable. Not warning me about the uranos…”

“I am truly sorry your girlfriend and engineer were subjected to that.”

Nami had to physically slap a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming “I’m not his girlfriend!” She doubted Haiko would appreciate it if she found out she was being spied on, and Law would be pissed that she’d ruined his plan.

Perhaps he could feel her rage, because Nami caught Law’s amber eyes glance in her general direction before returning to Haiko. “Pretty words aren’t the kind of apology I’m interested in. I expect compensation.”

Haiko’s confident, naturally seductive grim returned as she leaned in, running a finger along the Heart Pirate insignia on his sweatshirt. “Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?”

“I’m sure you’ve already thought of something—I doubt you would have come all this way just to say goodbye.”

“That I have; in fact, it’s exactly why I came down here. Two weeks ago, a man named Dira tried to sell Kimo and Jinzo some items. Most of it was junk, but there were a few things that stood out. One of them was a lovely white vase.”

“Are you seriously offering me a vase as reparations for Nami-ya and Ikkaku nearly becoming sex slaves?” he sneered, eyes narrowing in offense. Nami bristled in solidarity. She didn’t care how drop-dead gorgeous Haiko was; unless said vase was made of platinum and filled to the brim with belli and gems, she’d kick the older woman’s ass for being so cheap!

“Oh, no—the vase isn’t even here!” Haiko replied, smile never wavering despite the anger radiating from the Dark Doctor. “Once he realized what it was made from, Kimo turned it down and told the man to take his wares elsewhere.”

“And what, pray tell, was it made of?” Law asked sarcastically, patience wearing thin.

Her manicured hands reached up to smooth out the wrinkles in his sweatshirt. “At first, they thought it was marble or alabaster, but upon closer inspection, Jinzo realized that the white was just paint. It took a little arm-twisting, but Dira admitted that the vase originated from a certain tragic island in the North Blue.”

That immediately caught the surgeon’s attention, and the full focus of those golden eyes was fixated on the club owner. The hostility vanished, replaced by cool intent. “Where did he go?”

“Atifakuto. None of us wanted something coated in Amber Lead, of course, but I remembered you once mentioning that you had an interest in such items. In fact, I even have an eternal pose to the island—I took my last vacation there.” Reaching into her generous cleavage, she pulled out the hourglass-shaped device. As she handed it to the pirate captain, she fluttered her long lashes sweetly. “So, am I forgiven?”

“…for the most part. You’d better not be playing me, Haiko-ya,” Law replied, studying the magnetic compass intently, looking for anything that might give away whether or not it was fake.

“I think I’ve learned my lesson about leading on The Surgeon of Death. You did me a favor, so I’m returning in kind.” Standing up on her tip-toes, she brushed a kiss to his jaw. “I do hope you visit again soon. And treat that Cat Thief of yours right—maybe it’s the red hair, but she reminds me of myself at that age.”

“Unscrupulous and greedy?” he asked, taking her hand and pressing his own farewell kiss to her knuckles.

“And a magnet for dangerous men,” she purred as she flounced away. “Safe travels, Captain Trafalgar. Always a pleasure doing business with you.”

When the new Queenpin of Grimm was out of sight, Nami dropped her illusion, jogging over to Law. “Well, that was…quite the conversation.” Part of her was relieved—Haiko had done some shady things, but she couldn’t fault her reasons. Another part was flattered. She was a dangerous, stunning, formidable woman—someone Nami could certainly admire and wouldn’t mind becoming someday. Though, she hoped she’d manage to avoid marrying someone who’d betray her.

And one tiny, sneaky part of her burned with irrational jealousy over the fact that Haiko had kissed him. It shouldn’t matter—Law was obnoxious and arrogant and certainly not someone she had any intention of kissing when not under duress. But for some reason, she had been really tempted to use her Cyclone Tempo to knock her into the water.

“That it was. Seems a trip to Atifakuto is in order,” Law said lowly, the brim of his hat casting a shadow across his eyes as his tips twisted in a sullen frown.

Nami’s brow furrowed. She knew Law had some kind of interest in Amber Lead, but why would he want to hunt some down? “Is that our next destination?”

He rubbed his goatee in brooding thought as his eyes fixated on the delicate needle pointing towards the horizon. Nami could practically see the wheels in his head turning, an internal argument raging in his mind. His body was as stiff as a cadaver’s, the tendons in his neck straining as he held in whatever powerful emotions he was feeling.

Finally, he shoved the eternal pose into his pocket and answered, “Not yet. I promised you the next island we landed on would be far more relaxing, and I need time to plan, anyway. But don’t expect a long vacation; I can’t let the trail grow cold.”

She sighed in relief. After the horrors of Grimm, she was in desperate need of a breather. Especially if they ended up going after an artifact from Flevance; she’d only heard tragic stories about that place. How they’d once been prosperous and highly-renowned, until the whole country had come down with a horrible, incurable disease. A disease that, if Law was to be believed, hadn’t been as contagious as the World Government had claimed.

Before she could ask any questions, Law pressed his hand between her shoulders, gently but insistently leading her towards the Polar Tang. The darkness in his expression had faded significantly, and his sly smirk was back in place. It felt phony, though—like a mask. “By the way, I appreciate you staying close. Considering what she did to her husband, I half expected Haiko-ya to stab me and push me off the pier.”

“Yeah, I figured you only wanted me there so I could save your ass,” she snipped, though her heart wasn’t quite in it. Law had berated Haiko about being honest with him, yet it felt like he was putting up a front with her. Sure, it wasn’t quite the same—Haiko had been using him, while Law seemed to be just keeping his thoughts to himself—but the slight hypocrisy grated at her.

At the same time, she couldn’t entirely fault him for it. Their relationship and sense of trust in each other had certainly improved over the past twenty-four hours, but she couldn’t blame him for not enlightening her to his troubled thoughts. She only hoped he’d confide in Penguin or Bepo.

“The singular pitfall of wielding the awesome power of a Devil Fruit—water is your nemesis,” he replied sourly.

“Then why’d you lead her so close to the dock’s edge?”

“To make her feel less threatened. Her husband attacked in her own bar. Ruby 8 is as much home to her as the Tang is to us. People value that illusion of safety; when it’s compromised, especially by someone we should trust, it can turn someone into a skittish, feral animal.”

“Ah. Yeah, makes sense,” she replied as they stepped through the submarine door. He definitely had a point—if she’d been attacked on the Thousand Sunny, a place she’d always felt safe and secure in, she’d probably be on-edge for months. “It was still a risky move, though.”

“But a calculated one. Did you really think I’d accuse a woman as cunning and dangerous as her without a plan, or at least a basic understanding of how her mind works?” he asked, dark blue eyebrow raised in annoyance.

“No, but are you confident enough in that understanding to guarantee she’s not sending us to our deaths?”

“Another reason to take a slight detour and recover our strength before heading to Atifakuto,” he said nonchalantly, smirk becoming darker but more genuine. “I’m not particularly worried, though. Haiko and I think alike in many ways; she values long-term planning. She knows she only has one shot at killing me, so she wouldn’t risk it all on a scheme she threw together in a day. She’d wait until I least expected it, even if it took years, all the while carefully moving the pieces into place. And when she struck, she’d get the outcome she wanted no matter how the cards fell.”

“Do you…have someone you’re planning to kill?” Nami asked, a hint of nervousness bleeding into her voice. “Because you sound like you’re speaking from experience.”

“No one you’ve met, and no one you’d miss,” he said vaguely, his hand finally moving from her back so he could climb down the ladder to the next level. “You should worry more about getting stronger and preparing for the New World; Bepo tells me you’re finally ready to start combat training.”

“Let’s just say Grimm’s been a bit of an eye-opener,” she replied, carefully climbing down after him. Her heeled sandals made a reverberating clank as she stepped down onto the metal floor. “Luffy can’t risk me being a liability—if I can’t handle myself in Paradise, I’ll stand no chance on the other side of the Red Line.”

“Exactly why I’m willing to train you—I’d hate to have put in all that effort into saving Mugiwara just for his crew to bring him down.”

Nami glared at him, but he ignored her all the way to his quarters. Upon realizing she’d followed him, his eyebrow arched upwards again, though this time in amusement. “Were you looking for something, Nami-ya? A private tour of the captain’s bedroom, maybe?”

She blushed slightly at his suggestive tone but held her ground. “You gave me crap about keeping secrets from you, and yet you spew out the most irritating non-answers when I ask you a simple question. Your hypocrisy is infuriating.”

“I gave you crap about keeping secrets relevant to your well-being,” he countered easily, slipping inside his room. “Your tenure as a Heart Pirate will be long done by the time I enact my revenge, so it’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head over, sweetheart.”

Before she could reply or even get a good look at the inside of his quarters, he shut the door in her face.

Staring at the steel barrier, Nami felt her stomach twist uncomfortably.

She trusted Law. She knew he was sincere in his desire to help her train for the New World. That he would protect her until she returned to Weatheria at the end of the year.

She also trusted her gut, and it was screaming that he had ulterior motives. That this generosity, along with his rescue of Luffy, had something to do with some long-term plan.

Trafalgar Law was the lesser evil now, but how long until that changed?

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Can you write 62 with LawLu please? In SFW would be great :3

Prompt 62: “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

From this list

Pairing: Lawlu

Rating: Gen

IM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

Luffy froze, leg still bent from where he was trying to place it down quietly. He stood completely still, holding his breath in hopes Law wouldn’t see him. The heart captain sighed, closing his book with a snap of his wrists and leveling Luffy with a glare.

Law had been minding his own business, sitting on the grassy deck of the Thousand Sunny and using a sleeping Bepo as a pillow, reading a medical book he borrowed from Chopper.

Well…borrow might be a bit of a stretch, but the fact he used Shambles to replace it with one of his own books that he already memorized was besides the point. Chopper wouldn’t miss it anyway, right?

Law had been reading peacefully, listening to the sound of the waves hitting the boat, when Luffy had tried to sneak past him. The strawhat tried his best to avoid getting caught by Law, but he was walking right in front of him, there was literally no way Law wouldn’t have seen him. Not to mention, Luffy couldn’t be sneaky to save his life. He was about as quiet as a clumsy elephant in a glass shop.

After a moment of silence, Luffy as still as Law would ever see him, Law finally gave in. “What are you doing, Mugiwara-ya?”

Luffy’s lips pursed, sweat beading at his forehead, his eyes looking sideways and avoiding eye contact with Law. “Nothing.”

Luffy was the worst liar ever.

“Luffy-ya.” Luffy’s eyes slowly turned to meet Law’s, and Law gave him his best ‘are you serious’ look before he asked once again. “What are you doing?”

“TORAO!”

And just like that, Luffy all but bounced into Law’s lap. Law sighed, resigned to his fate. He already knew at this point fighting Luffy to get off of him will just get him tangled in rubbery limbs.

“SANJI IS COOKING MEAT AND WON’T LET ME EAT ANY SNACKS! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT UNTIL DINNER?? I’LL STARVE I’M ALREADY SKIN AND BONES!”

“That’s because you’re made out of rubber!” Law yelled, pushing Luffy’s tearful face away from him.

There was a brief struggle between the two captains until Law finally gave in again, letting Luffy lay himself on Law’s lap.

The position would normally be too intimate for Law, but for some reason it was different with Luffy. Not only did the idiot hang off of almost everyone to the point it was normal, Law felt content with Luffy, something he’d never admit. Though it seems Luffy already knew this. Law had lost his cool demeanor long ago. The longer this alliance went, the more he seemed to let loose.

He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

A loud gurgle made Law look down at Luffy, an eyebrow raised.

Luffy pouted, “I’m going to starve to death.”

“Patience, Mugiwara-ya. I’m sure dinner is almost ready.”

Law opened his book once again, trying to ignore Luffy’s cries of hunger and starvation. He lasted about a full sixty seconds before he felt his patience snap.

“Toraooooo. Torao I’m hungry. I’m going to die. Torao-”

“IF I GET YOU A SNACK WILL YOU LET ME READ?!”

Luffy bounced up, eyes bright and smile wide. “TORAO! YOU’D DO THAT FOR ME!? Sanji won’t give me food but since you’re a guest he’ll give you as many snacks as you want!!”

Law wanted to protest that Sanji was more than likely to kick him out, literally, like he did everyone else at this point, but Luffy’s excited smile and the fact he really wanted to finish his book kept him quiet.

Instead he closed the book once again, sighing as he got up from his comfortable position. Bepo didn’t even stir, and Law felt a small tinge of jealousy that he was able to sleep so soundly when he had to deal with Luffy.

Law grabbed Kikoku, which was leaning against the railing, and let it lean on his shoulder as he made his way to the galley, hesitating before knocking on the door. At Sanji’s “come in” Law cautiously entered. The kitchen was Sanji’s territory after all, he didn’t want to get kicked.

“Oh, Law. Dinner will be ready in a little bit. Is there something I can get you?” Sanji asked politely, pausing in his cutting. He had his sleeves rolled up and an unlit cigarette between his lips. The scent in the kitchen was nothing short of delicious, and it made Law a bit hungry as well.

With a sigh, Law explained, “Luffy-ya won’t stop bugging me that he’s hungry. Is there anything you can spare to get him to let me read in peace?”

The blond grumbled, walking around the kitchen and filling a small plate with different meat slices on toothpicks. “While you’re here, do you want a coffee as well?”

“Sure. Thank you, Blackleg-ya.”

Sanji handed him the plate and mug on a tray, also handing him a bottle of water. When Law raised an eyebrow in question, Sanji made a motion with his chin in the general area of the gym. “For the Marimo. They need plenty of water to grow. Give this to him please. And tell him he better shower before dinner or I’ll kick his ass.”

Law sighed but did as he was asked, thanking Sanji once again. He purposely went to Zoro first, ignoring Luffy’s wide eyes. He relayed Sanji’s message and got nothing more than a tisk for his efforts. He and Zoro had a weird sort of understanding, but he respected the former pirate hunter no less.

When Law returned to his spot, Luffy was practically drooling. Law settled himself on Bepo once again, who simply grumbled and continued snoring. Luffy inhaled the meat, leaving Law exactly one piece of steak. Law ate it, knowing it took Luffy every single ounce of self control he had to not snatch it out of Law’s hand and eat it himself.

Law went back to reading, Luffy’s head on his lap and taking frequent sips of his coffee. Things were peaceful again for a few minutes before Luffy started getting restless, shifting around.

Law did his best at ignoring Luffy. He already did what the strawhat asked, he wasn’t moving from this spot until this book was finished.

To his surprise, Luffy said nothing, instead wiggling out of Law’s lap and making his way to the galley. Law ignored him, fully expecting Luffy to get a kick to the head. Once again, Luffy tried for stealth but every step he took was anything but quiet.

What Law didn’t expect, though, was for Luffy to launch himself at Law in an attempt to get away from his cook.

“TORAO! SAVE ME!”

“GET BACK HERE YOU RUBBERY ASSHOLE!” Sanji roared, kicking the galley door open and running after Luffy. The same Luffy that had his limbs tangled around Law tightly.

Law groaned, he just wanted to read in peace.

“Oi, Shitcook! Just let him have it, I’m sure it tastes bad anyway!” Zoro called as he got down from the lookout, making Sanji turn his anger towards him.

Law took the opportunity, pulling one of his arms out of Luffy’s rubbery limbs.

“Room!”

Sanji’s head snapped back to the two captains, foot raised to kick.

“Shambles!”

The kick hit nothing but a pillow, and Law, Luffy and Bepo all popped into Law’s room, falling onto his bed. Bepo, finally, woke up with a start, jumping up into a Karate stance before realizing there was no immediate danger. At least, anymore.

Law panted, trying to calm his racing heart as Luffy giggled, limbs still tangled with each other.

Luffy eventually let Law go, handing him a rice ball. “Here Torao! I got this for you!”

Law sighed, taking the rice ball and eating it. Might as well make the heart attacked he nearly had worth it. Luffy pulled out four more and nearly inhaled them all.

Bepo was already sleeping again, and Law settled against his navigator again, opening his book and trying to remember where he was. Luffy eventually wiggled onto his lap, and Law raised his arms, allowing him to get comfortable.

There was a silence before Law grumbled, “No more snacks, wait until dinner now.”

Luffy giggled, putting his hat over his eyes. “Ah. Wake me when Sanji calls!” Luffy almost immediately started snoring.

Law felt a small smile stretch on his lips. Anything but quiet, indeed.

[sanjisblackasswife]

hiiii i love your headcanons about daily lifestyle moments with the monster trio🫠🫠🫠

how about them seeing their S/O waxing their legs or even their pussy? it could be funny

A/N: Haaaaaa thank u! I gotchu. Enjoy!

Monster Trio Watching You Wax (NSFW-ISH)

Black Fem Reader (…she calls Zoro the N word like ONCE)

CW: A bit suggestive, Mentions of PP🐔 and TooToo🐱, The Guys are a Bit OOC

Luffy

Luffy can either be incredibly fascinated or does not care, however let’s go with the first option because it’s more funny to witness

You don’t usually wax your legs too often, but it was a rainy and boring day and it was about that time so you stuck yourself in your room and Luffy came running in partially wet and ready to annoy you.

“Y/N! Where are your pants you finna touch yoursef again?”

“Luffy!? No! And I told you to stop bringing that up…”

You explain to him you’re waxing your legs and your vagina and he doesn’t really understand why you need to do that.

“I like your hair, though. Feels good.”

“Please stop—“

“Why?! It’s so soft when I eat—“

“LUFFY, SWEETHEART PLEASE—“

He wanders around your room, eating your snacks and watching you wax and you finally finish your legs and you decided to kick Luffy out to wax your cooter and this man refuses.

“I refuse to leave.”

“You don’t have a Choice—“

“It’s MY ship! PLEASEEEE? I wanna watch—OH WAIT CAN I DO IT FOR YOU?”

After a bunch of begging you decide why not…I mean you don’t have too much hair down there.

You sigh, pulling down your pants on the bed and Luffy pushes you on your back and spreads your legs open.

“You’re kinda wet—“

“LUFFY!”

You guide him on how to apply the wax, and though he is messy he manages to not burn off your clit…

However he snatched it to harshly and you screamed

“My bad…”

“GET THE HELL OUT!”

Zoro

“Why the hell are you shaving in here I want to take a nap—“

“Nigga, this is my room.”

He doesn’t really give af that you’re shaving, but when he opens his eyes and sees you take off your panties and he jumps up off the bed

“What—?!”

“Shutttt up i need to wax my pus—“

“WHILE IM IN HERE?”

“You literally seen it the other day—“

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT—“

You smile and offer for him to wax you and he flinched at your offer

“Oh don’t be a pussy—“

“DONT CALL ME THAT!”

He tsked, but agrees. You did most of the work putting on the wax and tape over it and invite him over to snatch it off.

“I don’t get why you do this stupid shit I told you I don’t care about the hair…”

“Just snatch it off!”

He snatches BOTH of them off with BOTH hands at THE SAME TIME.

Immediate tears.

“ARE YOU OKAY?!”

You’re in the curled up position on the bed trying not to scream so instead you flip him off.

Zoro pats your butt, “you’ll be okay.”

“NO IM NOT!”

He groans and leaves the room to come back later with an ice pack.

“What the hell is this—“

“Woman i told you not to wax—“

He’s trying okay he’s trying.”

Sanji

You tell him you won’t be bothering him today because you wanted to wax and Sanji being nosey asks “Wax what?”

“My legs and my…um…”

….

“My lady…”

Sanji knew exactly what you meant because that’s what he calls your cooter.

He does a love struck smile and prepare you a tray of snacks and juice while you wax your legs. Once you were done you began to pull down your panties and that’s when Sanji bursted in.

“O-oh..”

He got a side view of you now bent over with your panties down.

Could not handle it he nearly fell off the ship.

After he clams down and apologizes like crazy for not knocking you let him stay if he wanted as you waxed.

And that’s when he offered..

“I can…I can wax you….if you want…I don’t —-I don’t want you hurting yourself…”

You hesitate for a moment, he has blushing like crazy, but his eyes weren’t filled with hearts…maybe he wasn’t trynna be too much of a pervert.

You agree and let him. He was excited to say the least. He never cares about your hair either, he just loved looking at your 🐱 honestly.

If you were able to ignore his heavily breathing and shaky hands he was pretty good at applying the wax and the tape.

“Okay I’m ganna rip it off, my love.”

“Okaaay.”

He does it and quickly puts his cold hand on the area (like how waxers do, and Pat it a little)

You were shocked he did that and smiled at him, he had some blood trickle when he was done and that was only because he couldn’t stop staring at it.

“Stop staring!”

“I—um…but…she’s so pretty…”

You’re not supposed to have sex right after a wax, but the way Sanji kept rubbing the sides of your labia you gave in for him to only soothe you after a harsh wax with his mouth.