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Chapter Seventy-Four: In Nami We Trust (Temporarily)

It started like this:

Nami was sick.

Not deathly sick—just enough of a fever and sore throat that Chopper forbade her from doing anything beyond sipping tea and lying dramatically in bed.

Which meant someone had to manage her Very Important Daily Tasks™.

Namely:

Navigating the Sunny

Updating the treasure logs

Managing the crew’s deeply chaotic spending

Yelling at Luffy not to throw the emergency food overboard “for the fish to try it”

Everyone looked around.

And for reasons no one could properly explain—you were nominated.

“Me?” you asked, pointing at yourself, tail twitching.

“She trusts you the most after herself,” Robin said calmly.

“I literally stole half her gold.”

“And then gave it back with interest.”

“I thought interest was mandatory.”

“And somehow,” Sanji added, “you’ve memorized every coin, gem, and where it came from.”

You blinked.

“…I do know where Zoro hid those sapphires he tried to eat.”

Zoro: “That was one time.”

Hour One: Navigation Station

You sat at the wheel, goggles on (for effect), Nami’s charts spread around you like arcane scrolls.

You squinted at the compass. Then at the sky.

Then sniffed the air dramatically.

Zoro leaned against the railing. “You don’t need to sniff. It’s not a smell thing.”

You hissed at him.

Luffy watched you with awe. “She’s doing math with her nose.”

You adjusted a sail. Tilted the rudder. Licked a finger and held it up. Made a sharp turn.

Robin appeared beside you. “...That was correct.”

You froze. “Wait, really?”

She nodded, smiling. “You’re oddly intuitive.”

You bared your teeth in triumph. “I am the wind.”

Hour Three: Finance Goblin

You sat at Nami’s desk with her ledger open, glasses on your nose, five pencils in your hair, and your tail coiled around a calculator you weren’t actually using.

Everyone watched you scribble.

Mutter.

Sniff the paper.

Bite the paper.

Zoro: “You have no idea what you’re doing.”

You calmly lifted a hand.

“Zoro spent 3,450 beli on weighted boots last week. Usopp owes 550 from a snack debt. Sanji has a private spice fund. Brook attempted to sell his femur for soup ingredients. Luffy put 700 beli in a fish because he thought it was a bank.”

You looked up.

Eyes glowing.

“I know everything.”

Hour Five: The Nami Report

You entered her room like a dramatic business cat.

Slapped the logbook onto her lap.

“Ship course plotted, zero gold missing, one invoice sent to a town who tried to short us last week. Also, I adjusted your spice budget.”

Nami blinked blearily from bed, surrounded by tissues and tea.

“You… did my spreadsheets?”

“I made a pie chart. It’s shaped like an actual pie.”

She blinked again.

“...That’s adorable.”

“I am adorable.”

“...You’re still not keeping any of the treasure.”

You hissed lightly. “Had to try.”

By nightfall, the ship was on course, the budget was balanced, and Nami was properly tucked in by Chopper, who was still in awe that you'd done a whole day's work without stealing anything.

Robin ruffled your head.

“Nicely done, captain of logistics.”

You preened.

Zoro looked suspicious.

“You’re up to something.”

You were already building a very complicated nest in the treasure room. “I earned this chaos nap.”

—-

Dinner was loud.

Luffy was eating like he hadn’t just eaten five minutes ago, Zoro was ignoring him, Nami was finally upright again, sipping soup with dignity, and you were perched on the table like a loaf. Quiet. Observing. Occasionally stealing food from Sanji’s plate when he wasn’t looking (or maybe when he was).

Then it happened.

Luffy stopped eating mid-bite.

Stared at you.

Eyes wide.

Mouth still full.

“Hey. How old are you?”

You blinked. Slowly.

Paused mid-sip of juice.

Set it down dramatically.

“...How old do you think I am?”

The crew perked up.

Game on.

Usopp squinted. “You’re tiny. And you act like a gremlin. Fifteen.”

Chopper gasped. “Twelve? Or like, maybe even ten?!”

You narrowed your eyes. “I will sit on you.”

Robin looked amused. “Judging by behavior? Somewhere between five and thirty-five.”

Nami tapped her spoon thoughtfully. “You do handle money shockingly well… but you also bit me for taking the last dumpling. So.”

Brook hummed. “I was going to guess hundreds, given how feral you are. Ancient forest spirit, perhaps?”

Franky nodded. “I figured at least forty. That kind of chaos energy comes with experience.”

You stared at him. “FORTY?!”

“...Super chaos.”

Zoro was leaning back in his chair, looking extremely unbothered.

“Don’t drag me into this.”

Sanji: “C’mon. Take a guess, mosshead.”

Zoro glanced at you. “I dunno. Twelve?”

You made a choking sound.

“Twelve?! I pay taxes!”

“No you don’t,” Nami muttered.

You sat up straighter, tail lashing behind you.

“Alright, guess what? I’m nineteen. Same age as Zoro and Sanji. I’m just… fun-sized.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

Chopper: “WHAT?!”

Franky: “That’s SUPER small for nineteen!”

Usopp: “You’re practically bite-sized adulthood.”

Luffy flopped backward and laughed. “You’re like a kitten who pays rent.”

You pointed a claw at Sanji. “He’s my age, and he’s allowed to look all tall and leggy and emotionally complex! I’m just compact and overstimulated!”

Sanji chuckled, passing you a meat skewer. “You’re perfect sized for trouble.”

Zoro snorted. “Yeah. You pack way too much chaos into one tiny unit.”

You sat back smugly, chewing.

“I’m just efficient.”

—-

The dinner table was still buzzing from the revelation of your true age—nineteen, same as Sanji and Zoro—despite your very misleading combination of chaos, fluff, and the attention span of a caffeinated moth.

Luffy was upside-down in his chair, kicking his feet.

“Wait, wait—so if you’re the same age as Sanji, does that mean you’re, like, smart too?”

You blinked. “...Define ‘smart.’”

Chopper was still quietly spiraling. “I really thought you were, like… my age.”

Usopp muttered, “Honestly, same.”

Franky leaned on the table, nodding slowly. “Now that we know, it actually makes sense. You and curly-brow over there? Same vibe. Weirdly intense energy. Lots of yelling. Obsession with presentation.”

You were mid-stretch across the table, already eating from Sanji’s dessert plate like it was a diplomatic offering.

Sanji sighed but didn’t stop you.

Zoro jabbed a thumb toward the two of you. “Yeah. You get along too well. Should’ve been obvious.”

Robin smiled. “It’s not really about age, though, is it?”

You perked up.

“Exactly!” you said, pointing dramatically with a fork. “It’s not an age thing—it’s a vibe thing.”

Chopper blinked. “A vibe thing?”

You nodded sagely. “We just... get each other. Sanji’s a vibe. I’m a vibe. Our vibes recognize each other in the wild.”

Luffy: “Like seagulls?”

“No, Luffy, like frequencies. He’s gourmet anger and flirty angst. I’m compact chaos and unfiltered impulse. Together we form a weirdly efficient support system.”

Sanji sipped his coffee like he wasn’t flattered. He was.

“I understand her brain,” he said calmly. “Not completely. But enough to cook for it.”

“Which is love,” you added, shoving a strawberry into your mouth.

Nami narrowed her eyes. “So… what’s Zoro’s vibe?”

You looked over slowly. “Feral sword-scented calm with a core of rage and naps.”

Zoro: “I don’t know what any of that means.”

Robin sipped her tea. “It’s accurate, though.”

Usopp raised a hand. “And me?”

You squinted. “High-pitched brilliance, anxiety seasoning. Crunchy in a good way.”

“…I’ll take it.”

You curled up beside Sanji, tail flicking lazily as he reached to ruffle your hair.

“It’s not about how old someone is,” you muttered. “It’s about whether their brain screams in a frequency that matches yours.”

He smirked, soft and fond. “And ours yell in harmony.”

You hummed.

Then pointed at Zoro. “His screams in grunts and sword polish.”

Zoro: “I will toss you overboard.”

You beamed. “It’s a vibe, see?”

—

It was late afternoon, the sun golden and mellow as it painted the deck in soft shadows.

The crew was scattered—reading, napping, training, being pirates.

You, however, were pondering.

Tail curled neatly over your ankles, you sat perched on the railing, staring out at the sea with a rare, quiet stillness.

Because something was eating at you.

Half the crew thought you were a child.

A child.

Chopper thought you were ten. Usopp thought you were an infant gremlin. Brook assumed you were some ancient fae creature who aged sideways.

And while it was funny… and maybe even kinda valid… it got under your fur.

Did they think you weren’t capable?

Did they not see how grown you were?

You’d committed tax fraud. You’d emotionally destabilized three warlords. You’d made a sandwich that changed lives.

You were an adult.

…Weren’t you?

So you decided—time to be mature.

Time to be sophisticated.

You started copying the most elegant, composed, and respected members of the crew:

Sanji and Robin.

The plan was simple.

Step one: be calm. Step two: be classy. Step three: no more eating things off the floor.

You borrowed one of Robin’s lounging robes (she let you, but did laugh under her breath). You took one of Sanji’s spare wine glasses and filled it—not with wine, because Chopper said your metabolism would go feral—but with a dark grape juice that looked classy.

You practiced your Serious Nods™ in the mirror.

You spoke with a slightly deeper voice.

You sat with your legs crossed like Robin and tilted your head with mysterious thoughtfulness.

You said things like:

“Mmm, quite.”

“Curious weather pattern today.”

“Tell me, what are your thoughts on legacy?”

You even grazed on cheese rather than devour it.

The crew noticed immediately.

Zoro blinked at you as you sipped your juice with pinky raised. “...Are you broken?”

Luffy stared. “Why are you talking like a sad but rich librarian?”

Usopp whispered, “She’s possessed by a classy ghost.”

Nami raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

“I am cultured,” you replied with dignity, swirling your juice glass and squinting at a book you couldn’t read because it was upside down.

Robin passed by, paused, and gently turned the book right-side up for you.

Sanji saw you lounging in the kitchen doorway and almost dropped a plate.

“You trying to copy me, furball?”

You gave him a serene smile. “I am simply embodying refinement.”

He chuckled. “You look like a gremlin trying to do taxes.”

You huffed. “I am a tax-paying adult.”

“You tried to pay Zoro with seashells yesterday.”

“They were shiny.”

By nightfall, you were tired.

Being dignified was hard. Being calm and composed and full of graceful mystery was exhausting.

You found yourself curled up with your robe half-slipped off, legs splayed like a noodle, head on Robin’s lap, mumbling about cheese cubes and mental taxes.

Robin brushed your ears gently. “You don’t have to act older for us to respect you, you know.”

You blinked up at her.

“You’re already one of us,” she said.

Sanji ruffled your head as he passed. “We like you exactly how you are.”

You mumbled, “...But I liked the juice glass.”

“You can keep the juice glass,” Robin said with a smile.

You fell asleep like that—robe tangled, glass half full, dignity slightly melted—but full of warmth.

Being mature wasn’t about being serious.

It was about being yourself, and still being loved.

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Chapter Seventy-Three: The Stim Word Spiral

It started innocently.

You were lounging upside down on the couch—legs in the air, tail flicking in time with your thoughts, ears twitching to Luffy’s nonsense rant about meat hierarchy.

Then someone (probably Usopp) said it.

A word.

A simple, stupid, completely harmless word.

“Bonk.”

Your pupils dilated.

Time paused.

A single braincell lit up like a disco ball and hit the red button labeled:

NEW STIM WORD ACQUIRED.

You didn’t mean to say it.

You weren’t thinking about it.

It just...

slipped out.

“Bonk.”

Zoro: “...What?”

You blinked at him, upside-down and unbothered. “Bonk.”

He stared.

You stared.

Then rolled off the couch and said it again.

“Bonk.”

From that moment forward, you didn’t even notice you were doing it.

You’d walk by the fridge: “Bonk.”

You’d climb into your hammock and whisper: “Bonk.”

Someone dropped something in the kitchen? “Bonk.”

Sanji bumped his knee on the counter. “Bonk.”

Chopper tripped and fell. “…Bonk.”

By midday, the crew was losing it.

Nami: “WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING IT?”

You: “Saying what?”

Luffy: “Bonk!”

You: “Exactly!”

Nami: “THAT’S THE THING YOU KEEP SAYING.”

Robin was holding in laughter so hard her shoulders shook.

Zoro was dangerously close to launching you off the deck.

Sanji, surprisingly patient, just ruffled your hair.

“Is it a threat? A mood? A spell?”

You grinned. “Yes.”

That night, as the crew was winding down and the stars glimmered above, you were curled into your fluff nest with Luffy draped over your stomach, Zoro half-asleep next to your feet, Sanji handing out warm drinks.

And you whispered it, dreamy and content:

“Bonk.”

Chopper giggled. Brook followed up with a soft: “Bonk, yohoho.” Luffy repeated it until he fell asleep. Robin wrote it down in a journal titled “Linguistic Chaos.”

And Zoro?

Zoro muttered:

“...If I hear that word one more time…”

You leaned over.

Right into his ear.

“Bonk.”

You didn’t survive.

—

It was a normal-ish morning on the Sunny.

Luffy was lying on the deck, watching clouds, lazily flipping between being horizontal and upside-down. You were nearby, gently chewing on a spoon, because it was shiny and you’d forgotten what you came into the kitchen for.

He rolled over onto his elbows, squinting at you.

“Hey.”

You paused mid-nibble. “What?”

“…What goes through your brain all day?”

You blinked slowly. “Like… everything?”

“Yeah.”

You tilted your head.

Tail twitched.

“I could just say all of it out loud.”

Luffy beamed. “YEAH!”

You nodded once. “Okay.”

Sanji, passing through with a pan, froze mid-step.

“…Wait—”

You began.

Immediately.

“Toast. Knife. Danger knife. What if a sandwich could punch back? Oh I forgot to finish the other sandwich. Gotta make it a sandwich-sandwich. Bread-bread-bread. Bonk. Zoro’s back is so wide. He could carry eight swords. Maybe even twelve. Twelve-sword style. Spider? No. Cloud. Spider cloud? Could ride that. I wanna ride a spider. Maybe not. Fluffy spider? Ooo.”

Sanji: “Oh god it’s happening.”

You continued:

“Robin’s hair smells good. Smells like mystery. Brook’s skull is so round. What if I rolled him like a bowling ball. Bonk. Bonk. Bonkbonkbonk. I need a snack. Maybe not. Maybe yes. Yes. Snack time.”

Luffy was ENTRANCED.

Usopp wandered in and froze. “What’s going on?”

“She’s narrating her brain,” Sanji said, horrified.

“She’s been doing it for four minutes.”

You paced the deck, speaking without stopping:

“String cheese. I am the string cheese. No, I’m a gremlin. Gremlin with string cheese arms. I could rule a kingdom with these. KINGDOM OF THE BONK.”

Nami stood in the hallway, wide-eyed. “How do you survive in there?”

Zoro: “She doesn’t. She just exists.”

You leapt onto the table.

“Lettuce is a scam.”

Luffy: “I KNEW IT.”

You stared directly at him. “If I ate a cloud would I become a cloud. What if I already did. What if I AM the weather.”

You slowly turned to Brook.

“…Do you think your bones ever get cold?”

Brook: “Yohoho I can’t feel a thing.”

You: “Suspicious.”

Hours passed.

You didn’t stop.

The crew started rotating watch duty.

Robin recorded it. Nami offered you snacks to interrupt. Zoro sat you in a corner and told you to "contemplate silence." You nodded and muttered:

“Silence is loud. My fur itches. Who stole my third sandwich. I think it was me. I’d do it again.”

By noon, you’d gone through five topics, twelve snack theories, seventeen bonks, and at least three philosophical debates with yourself.

Luffy lay on the floor, eyes wide, brain fried.

“...I didn’t know you thought that much.”

You curled beside him.

“And that was just the morning.”

—

After the chaos of your unfiltered brain monologue, the crew gathered around the table the next morning with one collective decision:

“Quiet day.”

You blinked at them, sipping your juice.

“Me?”

“Yes,” Nami said firmly, arms crossed.

“You’re the loud one,” Zoro added.

“I barely talk,” you argued.

“You don’t stop talking,” Robin corrected, smiling faintly.

Luffy pointed at you with both hands. “Try it! A whole day! No blurting!”

You narrowed your eyes. “...What counts as blurting?”

“Literally anything that randomly escapes your mouth without thinking,” Sanji muttered.

“…So like, most of my personality?”

“Yup,” Chopper nodded.

You stared at them.

And then shrugged. “Fine. Bet.”

Hour One: Shockingly Fine

You sat. You sipped your drink. You didn’t speak.

The crew eyed you like you were a ticking time bomb.

You blinked calmly.

Tail twitching only a little.

Inside?

Your brain was SCREAMING.

That cloud looks like a sheep. What if Brook wore a hat? Would it stay on? What if I licked Zoro’s sword? Why do the bananas have stickers if no one checks them? Is Sanji hiding secret cheeses? Would Luffy let me be king for a day? Probably. Definitely. Bonk.

You said none of it.

You even smiled.

Hour Three: Minor Twitching

You were sitting in the corner with a stress lemon.

The crew was… unsettled.

Usopp: “She hasn’t said a word.”

Chopper: “I don’t like it.”

Robin: “She’s vibrating.”

You smiled at them calmly.

Sanji offered you a cookie.

You opened your mouth.

Then closed it.

Silent.

You chewed with the calm of someone trying so hard not to yell about how perfect the cookie texture was.

Zoro watched you like one might watch a wild animal right before it pounces.

Hour Six: The Dam Breaks

Dinner time.

Luffy was telling a stupid story.

Zoro was drinking.

Sanji was slicing bread.

Nami reached for the butter.

And you stood.

Tail bristled.

Ears flat.

Eyes wide.

And then—

“BREAD IS JUST CRUNCHY CLOUD MEAT AND I THINK IF I ATE AN ENTIRE PLATE OF MUSHROOMS I COULD TALK TO THE MOON AND DID YOU KNOW THE BATHROOM SOAP SMELLS LIKE DESPAIR AND THAT BANANA HAD A VIBE AND I LOVE YOU ALL BUT I WOULD SET THIS SHIP ON FIRE FOR CHEESE—”

You gasped.

Still standing.

The crew stared in stunned silence.

Luffy slowly clapped. “There she is.”

You sat down, trembling.

“…I think I had a stroke.”

Sanji handed you a glass of water.

Robin patted your head gently.

“You almost made it.”

Zoro nodded solemnly. “Respect.”

Luffy threw his arms around you.

“You’re my favorite weirdo.”

You sighed deeply and whispered, with a twitching smile:

“Bonkalicious.”

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Chapter Seventy-Two: Kaboom Therapy

You stood at the edge of the Sunny’s railing, eyes sharp, tail flicking rhythmically.

The crew had gone back to their tasks—some muttering about how weird you were, some asking how many stalkers do you actually have, but you?

You stayed.

Just to be sure.

The stalker’s ship was now a tiny speck in the distance, barely more than a smudge on the horizon, their stupid little coat flapping in the wind, silhouette still obnoxiously waving like they were the main character in your personal horror show.

You squinted.

You snarled.

You narrowed your eyes to slits.

And just as you opened your mouth to maybe growl a final insult at the sea—

BOOM.

The entire ship exploded.

A glorious, fiery, blossom of wood, smoke, and powdered glitter (???). A loud, echoing BOOM cracked through the sea air, followed by a slow, perfect fireball that sent seagulls screeching in retreat.

You blinked.

Paused.

Tilted your head.

“…Did I do that with my mind?”

From the upper deck, a large shadow loomed behind you.

Franky, arms crossed, shades gleaming, grinning like the devil with a hammer.

“Left them a little parting gift in their engine room,” he said, casually cracking his knuckles. “SUPER incendiary failsafe. Just in case.”

You turned.

Looked up at him.

Eyes wide.

Tail still.

Mouth open slightly in awe.

And then…

You dropped to your knees.

Bowed down.

Forehead to the deck.

“Franky-sama.”

He blinked.

Paused.

And then pointed two thumbs at himself. “Damn straight!”

Sanji lit a cigarette nearby, blowing a puff of smoke out the side of his mouth. “That was… dramatic.”

Robin: “Poetic, even.”

Zoro just smirked and said, “Worth it.”

Chopper gasped. “You blew them up?!”

Franky shrugged. “They annoyed the cat.”

You straightened up slowly, reverent. “That was the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Franky raised a brow. “Not trying to date you.”

“I know. It’s better that way.”

Luffy watched the flaming speck sink into the sea, rubbing his chin.

“…Are we the bad guys?”

You reached over and gently shoved him off the railing.

—--

It was later that night.

The sea was calm again—just the soft swish of the waves and the creak of the Sunny. Lantern light swayed gently as dinner wound down, leaving everyone full and warm and quietly curious.

You were stretched across the bench like a royal problem, cheeks full of dessert, tail wrapped around Sanji’s wrist (as usual), one leg draped over Zoro’s lap (also, as usual), and Luffy was upside-down on the table for no reason at all.

There was a pause—a heavy one, but not bad.

Just... expectant.

Then Robin asked it softly, kindly:

“Who were you… before us?”

Your tail twitched once.

Your chewing slowed.

The others didn’t push. They didn’t lean in or hold their breath dramatically. Just… waited.

So you swallowed your food.

Sat up.

And shrugged.

“Messy.”

You picked at the corner of your plate with one claw. Not sad—just matter-of-fact.

“Didn’t belong anywhere. Stole food. Slept wherever was warm. Got chased a lot. Bit people. They deserved it.”

Sanji made a noise that might’ve been a half-laugh, but quiet.

You kept going.

“I had a lot of names. All fake. I told people I was a monster, or cursed, or rich. Sometimes I was. Usually I wasn’t. I was good at hiding. Better at running.”

You tapped the table once.

“I liked shiny things. That part never changed.”

Luffy grinned. “Still like shiny things.”

“Yup.”

Nami looked thoughtful. “Did you ever have a crew?”

You shook your head. “Tried. Didn’t work. Some were nice. Most weren’t.”

Zoro grunted. “Can’t imagine anyone putting up with your chaos for long.”

“Same, honestly,” you said with a little smile.

“But you guys… you didn’t try to fix me. Or make me smaller. Or sell me. Or name me.”

You glanced around the table.

“You just… let me stay. And bite people when needed.”

Luffy beamed. “You’re our weird bitey creature.”

Sanji gently bumped your knee. “Family.”

Robin offered you a soft smile. “Something better.”

You stared at them all.

This strange crew.

This chaotic, loving, completely unhinged group of people who fed you, cleaned you, protected you, cuddled you, saw you.

You reached over, picked up Luffy’s cup, and took a sip.

“I’m glad I ran into you.”

He grinned. “More like you broke into our pantry.”

“Semantics.”

You curled up against Zoro’s side, laid your tail across Sanji’s lap, and let Chopper adjust your bandages from the latest scratches.

Soft voices, full bellies, warm night air.

You weren’t messy anymore. You were part of the mess.

And you wouldn't trade it for anything.

—-

It was quiet.

Suspiciously quiet.

Which, by Straw Hat standards, meant something was about to go down.

You were in the kitchen.

Alone.

Eyes narrowed. Tail swaying.

And before you: a pristine, untouched countertop.

The sacred domain of Sanji.

You licked your lips.

It was sandwich time.

To be clear, you weren’t hungry.

You were craving.

Two very different things.

You weren’t about to make something basic, no no—this would be art.

You gathered your supplies with the precision of a jewel thief.

Fresh-baked bread

Lettuce (you glared at it, then allowed it to exist)

Tomato (only because it was juicy and made a good squish noise)

Pickles (mandatory)

Cheese

Every meat you could find

A single slice of something you couldn’t identify but smelled powerful

You stacked. You layered. You admired.

And then…

You pressed.

The sandwich became perfect.

Heavy. Beautiful. Structurally questionable.

You picked it up. Admired it from every angle.

And then took a bite.

It crunched.

You sighed with peace.

That’s when Sanji walked in.

He paused in the doorway.

Looked at you.

Looked at the sandwich.

Looked at the crime scene that was his formerly spotless kitchen.

“…What. Did you do.”

You chewed, slowly. “Created.”

Sanji walked over and inspected the sandwich like a suspicious bomb.

“…Is that spicy eggplant with anchovies and apple slices?”

You nodded. “Balanced it out with pickles.”

He blinked.

“…Is it good?”

You paused.

Took another bite.

Eyes widened slightly.

“Transcendent.”

Luffy ran in behind him. “WHAT SMELLS AWESOME?!”

You hissed and crouched over your sandwich like a goblin.

“Mine.”

“I just wanna try it!”

“No! This is a sandwich for the soul!”

Zoro appeared next. “She’s growling again.”

Robin peeked in behind him. “Is this a spiritual awakening or another food-based meltdown?”

Sanji sighed. “It’s a sandwich.”

You took one last reverent bite, then slowly handed the remaining half to Sanji.

He blinked.

“…You’re sharing?”

“Only because I love you more than Luffy.”

Luffy: “HEY!”

Sanji took a bite.

Paused.

Then placed a hand on your shoulder.

“…This is incredible.”

You puffed up with pride.

“I call it the Chaos Club.”

Brook stepped into the room. “May I have a taste?”

You licked the last crumbs from your fingers and muttered,

“Only if you swear not to tell anyone lettuce was involved.”

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Chapter Seventy-One: Emotional Support Cuddles (and Plant PTSD)

I am back. Hello. Miss me?

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Morning sunlight filtered gently through the Sunny’s windows.

Birds chirped. The ocean lapped against the hull. Somewhere in the distance, Luffy was probably arguing with a seagull about meat.

You?

You were under the table, curled into a blanket burrito, ears twitching.

Not asleep.

Not awake.

Just... processing.

Robin leaned down beside you, a cup of tea in hand.

She sipped once, then said casually, “The ship's not haunted.”

You blinked slowly.

“Not by ghosts, anyway.”

You narrowed your eyes. “It was chirping, Robin.”

“Was it?”

“It twitched in time with my tail.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“It made eye contact with me. IT HAD NO EYES.”

Robin patted your head.

“Plant trauma is valid.”

Zoro walked in, saw you under the table, paused.

“You hiding or sulking?”

“Yes.”

He blinked. “Want me to tell the others you’re dead again?”

“…Maybe.”

Sanji appeared shortly after with a plate of toast and a soft towel.

“No more veggies for a while,” he said gently, setting the plate nearby. “You earned carnivore privileges.”

You peeked from the towel cocoon, eyes glassy.

“...Can you hold me?”

He didn’t hesitate.

Bent down. Scooped you up. Blanket and all.

Cradled you like a ridiculous, traumatized cat loaf.

“I knew you'd come around to the cuddle life,” he whispered.

“I’m not even ashamed,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “I stared into the leafy abyss.”

“And the abyss blinked?”

You nodded solemnly.

Zoro followed the two of you up to the upper deck, arms crossed. “If she’s getting carried around and fed, I want toast too.”

Luffy appeared out of nowhere. “DID SOMEBODY SAY TOAST AND CUDDLES?!”

Chopper: “I have snacks and emotional bandages.”

Robin: “I’ll read aloud. Soft voice, twenty percent sass.”

Brook: “I shall play a gentle trauma melody. Yohoho.”

Fifteen minutes later, you were curled on the deck in the middle of a very warm, very over-attached cuddle pile.

Sanji was brushing your tail. Luffy was using your side as a pillow. Chopper had brought a heated blanket. Robin was reading poetry over Zoro’s quiet snoring. Usopp dropped grapes in your mouth occasionally.

And in that moment...

You were safe.

Clean.

Loved.

And not a single leaf in sight.

“Guys,” you mumbled drowsily, tail twitching as you burrowed deeper into warmth.

“Hm?”

“…If a vine ever grows out of me again…”

They all waited.

“…just set me on fire. Gently.”

—

The sun was bright.

The sea was calm.

The vibes?

Immaculate.

Which, of course, meant someone decided it was cleaning day.

You were mid-sprawl on the deck, still in a trauma-recovery loaf state, when Nami clapped her hands and shouted, “Alright, crew—everyone contributes, no exceptions!”

You blinked one eye open.

“Even the emotionally damaged?”

“Especially the emotionally damaged,” she replied sweetly, tossing a rag onto your face.

Sanji cleaned the kitchen (no one else dared). Zoro was on deck scrubbing duty (halfheartedly). Luffy and Usopp had been assigned to “high energy tasks” which mostly meant moving barrels and not eating the contents. Robin was organizing the library, probably alphabetizing your chaos poetry. Chopper was restocking the infirmary.

You?

You were handed a mop.

It stared at you.

You stared back.

A showdown of fates.

“It’s a mop,” Nami said patiently.

You glared at the fuzzy white strands.

“I don’t trust it.”

Sanji passed by with a bucket. “It’s not sentient.”

“You don’t know that,” you hissed. “I’ve seen things.”

He ruffled your hair. “Start with the hallway and don’t try to ride it.”

You immediately tried to ride it.

–

You and the mop had a complicated relationship.

At first, you tried to duel it. Then you got tangled in it. Then you turned it into a battle mount. Then you crashed into a wall and were banned from mop travel.

“IT’S TOO POWERFUL,” you shouted, legs in the air.

Robin stepped over you. “Not everything needs to be fought.”

“Says you. This mop has energy.”

Eventually, you resigned to actually cleaning.

Sort of.

You wiped the floors while mumbling threatening things to inanimate objects. Occasionally, you'd snarl at a particularly suspicious-looking speck.

Zoro: “You’ve been staring at that stain for ten minutes.”

You: “It knows what it did.”

After a few hours, the Sunny gleamed. The decks were spotless. The kitchen sparkled.

You flopped onto the clean wood dramatically.

“I have been reborn. Through sweat and soap.”

Luffy crawled next to you. “I didn’t know floors could feel this smooth!”

“That’s my work, captain.” You saluted with a soapy paw.

He beamed. “Best gremlin crewmate ever.”

–

Later, Sanji brought out lemonade, fruit and toast.

Everyone collapsed in the shade, clean and tired and smelling like citrus and a hint of sea soap.

You leaned against Zoro’s side, tail flicking lazily, and muttered:

“Next time? I’m throwing the mop overboard.”

“Already did,” Luffy whispered with a grin.

You high-fived him.

—--

It started as a perfect day.

The sun was warm. The crew was relaxed. You were lounging in the crow’s nest like a smug fluff burrito, a slice of toast in your mouth, tail flicking contentedly in the breeze.

You were finally free of pollen, suspicious sprouts, mop-based existential crises, and everything smelled like citrus and calm.

So obviously, the universe said: let’s ruin that.

“Ship spotted!” Usopp shouted from the mast. “Single sail. No flag. Looks weird!”

You perked up, ears twitching.

Robin gracefully stepped beside him, squinting into the distance with her spyglass. “Hmm. The ship looks harmless… no visible cannons.”

“That,” you muttered, dropping from the crow’s nest in a single elegant leap, “doesn’t mean they’re harmless.”

As the little vessel approached, Luffy bounced excitedly at the railing. “Ooooh, a visitor!”

Zoro leaned against the mast. “Let’s not invite strangers to dinner this time.”

Sanji: “Agreed. Last time we almost fed a bounty hunter.”

You slunk into the shadows of the deck, nose twitching.

Something was… off.

Familiar.

Too familiar.

Then, the boat drew close enough to see the figure on board.

Your fur puffed up instantly.

Tail doubled in volume. Claws extended. Back arched. Eyes glowing.

“…No,” you growled.

Nami blinked. “You know them?”

“I hoped they were dead.”

Standing at the bow of the small ship was a tall, lithe individual in a pristine coat, their expression cool and smug—eyes locked directly on you.

“Oh, darling,” they purred, voice as silky and awful as you remembered. “You didn’t think I’d stop looking for you, did you?”

The crew turned toward you slowly.

You were already hissing.

Usopp: “Uh… is that your ex?”

Luffy: “Is this your rival?!” You: “No.” Sanji: “...Stalker?” You: “YES.”

The figure stepped elegantly onto the Sunny’s deck as if they belonged there.

“Still as dramatic as ever,” they cooed, brushing a hand through their hair. “And fluffy. My stars, you’ve gotten fluffier.”

You took a slow, deep breath.

And then launched into a furious, flailing feral leap, landing two inches from their face with claws bared.

“LEAVE.”

They grinned, leaning in.

“Make me.”

Zoro’s hand went to his sword.

Sanji lit a cigarette with dangerous calm.

Robin’s hands bloomed from the railing.

Brook whispered, “Is this a soap opera?”

You snarled again, crouched low.

“I chewed your boots and stole your spine crystals. You shouldn’t be here.”

They smiled wider.

“I kept the chewed boots. Sentimental value.”

You made an inhuman screech and dove at them—

Only for Sanji to grab your tail mid-leap.

“Okay! Okay! No murder yet! Let’s hear them out—”

“I’M GOING TO GROOM THEIR BRAIN WITH A FORK.”

—

You paced like a caged animal across the Sunny’s deck, tail twitching violently, ears flat, low growling coming from your throat every time you glanced at your uninvited visitor.

They were seated casually on one of Sanji’s deck chairs, legs crossed, a smug glint in their eyes like they were about to auction off your dignity for fun. Their outfit was unnecessarily crisp, their smirk a perfect blend of danger and delusion.

“Can someone explain what the hell is going on?” Nami finally said, arms crossed, looking between you and the stalker like she was caught in the middle of a very dramatic stage play.

Robin sipped her tea. “I think it’s rather self-explanatory.”

“I—used to know them,” you snapped, jabbing a claw at the stalker. “From a very, very bad time.”

The stalker placed a hand over their chest. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic.”

“I was literally hiding in an alley from you for three days.”

They shrugged. “I just wanted to reconnect.”

Luffy leaned forward, curious. “So you guys used to be friends?”

“No.” “Lovers?” “ABSOLUTELY NOT.” “...Enemies?” You hesitated. “I mean… I was their enemy. They were my problem.”

Sanji crossed his arms. “And now they’re our problem.”

The stalker smiled, ever so gently. “I was simply drawn here. The sea… fate… and your very particular scent.”

You visibly recoiled. “I AM FILING A SPIRITUAL RESTRAINING ORDER.”

Zoro finally spoke from the corner, deadpan: “How far do I have to throw them for it to count as exile?”

Robin turned to you, calm and composed. “Perhaps now is a good time for context.”

You groaned, dramatically flopping to the deck. “Fiiiiine.”

Flashback Time.

You were smaller. Rougher. Scrappier.

No crew. No ship. Just a little fluffball on your own, sneaking your way across islands by stealing, scamming, and occasionally pretending to be a cursed creature to scare off bounty hunters.

And then, this clown showed up.

A smooth-talking collector of rare things. Eccentric. Obsessed. Called you “enchanting” and “irresistibly feral.”

They offered you a collar “for show.” You bit them.

They tried to “tame” you. You stole all their boots and shaved off their eyebrows in their sleep.

They called it “foreplay.”

You ran. Repeatedly.

They kept finding you.

“I thought you were dead,” you muttered bitterly.

They winked. “I came back to life when I found your trail again.”

Back in the present, you were mid-way through plotting five separate escape routes when Luffy tilted his head.

“Okay but like… do we have to keep them?”

“No!” you barked. “I will jump off this ship! I will swim to another continent! I will—”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Sanji said, casually putting a firm hand on your shoulder.

“They’re the one who’s leaving,” Zoro added, drawing a sword without blinking.

Your stalker just sighed and stood up, brushing imaginary dust off their coat.

“Very well. I see this ship is as poorly mannered as it is aggressively affectionate.” They paused… and looked directly at you.

“I’ll see you again, my kitten.”

You hissed.

Robin handed you a spray bottle.

You used it.

They left with dramatic flair, sailing off into the distance with a wave and a blown kiss that you dodged with a full body shudder.

Luffy watched the ship disappear. “Wow.”

You flopped face-down onto the deck again. “Someone dig me a hole.”

Sanji patted your head. “You did good.”

Zoro grinned. “Still want me to exile them?”

You groaned.

“Next time? Don’t hold me back.”

[hummingbird24220]

Gold Ring, Red Vest - Part 3

Luffy x Wife!Reader

Boa Hancock could not get you out of her head.

She tried. Truly. She meditated. She screamed into pillows. She took long walks through the palace gardens while chewing rose petals like gum.

Nothing worked.

You just kept appearing. In her thoughts. In her dreams. In her bath steam. In her soup. In her heart.

Luffy’s wife. Luffy’s gorgeous, confusing, nose-picking, emotionally untouchable wife. You.

The warriors of Amazon Lily were suffering.

The Empress would sigh loudly from balconies. Stare into mirrors and mutter “She’s so… cool…” Once she spaced out mid-sword training and whispered, “She smelled like citrus and danger…”

Then kicked her sparring partner into a lake.

Something had to be done.

So the elder Kuja warriors, desperate for peace and full sleep cycles, hatched a plan.

A retreat. On a neutral island. Straw Hat crew invited. Kuja warriors filtered to only the essentials. And Hancock? Totally and completely unaware of the scheme’s true purpose.

---

“Wait, this is the retreat?” Luffy blinked, arms stretched behind his head as he surveyed the sunny beach, the private hot springs, the buffet table already stacked with meat. “Nice!”

Sanji was crying. “This is a vacation. A dream. A godsend—!”

“Why are the Kuja here?” Zoro muttered, already suspicious.

“Why is Boa here?” Nami asked.

Robin raised a brow. “Why are we here?”

Chopper was already in a floatie. “I don’t care, I’m in heaven.”

And you?

You were stretched on a lounge chair, sunglasses on, drink in hand, towel over your lap.

Living.

Your.

Best.

Life.

Until—

Hancock arrived.

She spotted you instantly.

Stopped dead in her tracks.

Froze.

You turned, waved lazily. “Hey.”

She crumpled into a full-body shiver like she’d been struck by lightning. A soft “hhiihhhhhh…” wheezed out of her as her sisters facepalmed in the background.

From the edge of the retreat, Marigold whispered to Sandersonia, “We should’ve just locked her in a room with a romance novel.”

“Too late now,” Sandersonia sighed.

Hancock tried to be cool.

She lounged near you with a fruit bowl she clearly didn’t want. She floated past you in the spring, then pretended to drown until Luffy had to fish her out. She offered you her jacket three separate times despite it being 32°C.

“Your knees looked… cold,” she explained.

You just blinked. “They're in the water.”

She choked. Face red. Stumbled away.

Luffy leaned toward you, still munching meat. “She’s being weird.”

“She has a crush.”

“Oh.” Pause. “…Does that mean I have competition?” He said it more curious than concerned.

You laughed. “Nah. You're still my husband.”

From across the spring, Hancock screamed into a towel.

The other Kuja warriors attempted damage control.

They scheduled “bonding exercises.” Which turned into watching Hancock watch you. They arranged a trust-building game.

“Alright,” Marigold said, voice tight. “Fall backwards, your partner will catch you.”

You fell. Luffy caught you. You giggled.

Hancock fell backwards onto concrete.

At dinner, it got worse.

You bit into a grilled fruit skewer. Hancock stared at you like you’d just written sonnets with your mouth.

When you wiped your lips with a napkin?

She made a noise that can only be described as yearning dolphin.

Finally, Nami leaned across the table. “Are you okay?”

Hancock stared at you. “I—do not wish to be this way… but she is like if a storm and a kiss had a child… if lightning could smile… if strength wore sunglasses and had perfect calves—”

You paused mid-bite. “My calves?”

Robin smirked. “They are excellent.”

By day three, the warriors broke.

“Just kiss her already!” one shouted as Hancock paced outside your hut. “Or fight her. Or confess your feelings in interpretive dance. Do something!”

“I CANNOT,” Hancock wailed, spinning in a dramatic swirl of scarves. “She is married! She is in love! She is—”

The door creaked open.

You poked your head out. “Are you… monologuing about me again?”

Hancock turned, flustered.

“I could pretend,” you offered casually.

She blinked.

“…Pretend?”

“Pretend your love beam worked. Or that I flirted back. Would that help?”

She gaped. “You would do that?”

You shrugged. “You’re dramatic and fun. I like dramatic and fun.”

Something shifted in her. Eyes narrowed. Head tilted.

She stepped closer.

“…You’re very beautiful, you know.”

“Thanks,” you said. “So are you.”

She raised a hand.

Paused.

Looked you up and down.

Then blinked.

“…You really are like him.”

You grinned. “That’s what everyone says.”

Her lips twitched.

A dangerous smile.

“…I’m doomed.”

--

Luffy spotted you walking back toward the spring with Hancock trailing behind you like a ghost in love.

“Is she still following you?”

“Yeah.”

“You okay?”

“Yep.”

“She gonna try to marry you?”

You sipped your drink.

“…Probably.”

Luffy beamed. “Cool. Just make sure I still get to call you my wife.”

You kissed his cheek.

“Always.”

From the bushes, Hancock fainted into her sisters’ arms.

And the warriors collectively screamed into the sand.

--

It began with an invitation.

Not a duel. Not a declaration. Not even an attempted love-beam ambush.

A formal invitation, hand-delivered by a flustered Kuja warrior, written in flowing calligraphy on perfumed paper:

You are cordially invited to attend: "Operation Matrimony: Why You Should Marry Me, Too" Presented by Empress Boa Hancock Location: Main Hut, Beach Retreat, 7pm sharp. Dress semi-formal. Snacks provided.

You, naturally, showed up in flip-flops and a tank top. Luffy had no shirt on at all. The Straw Hats dragged their feet into the hut, groaning, suspicious, and already full of secondhand embarrassment.

“I already don’t like this,” Zoro muttered, slouching in the back row.

“I brought popcorn,” Chopper whispered.

“I brought tissues,” Brook sobbed. “This is going to be so romantic!”

The lights dimmed.

A glitter transition flashed onto a handmade screen of palm leaves and canvas.

SLIDE 1: “Why You Should Marry Me (Also)” —with Boa Hancock’s glamour shot posing over a background of roses and warships.

She appeared beside the screen, wearing a custom-made velvet robe with your face on one shoulder and Luffy’s on the other.

“Ladies, gentlemen, Straw Hats,” she began dramatically, “thank you for coming to this historic proposal.”

“Oh my god,” Nami groaned, already hiding her face.

SLIDE 2: "Qualifications of the Empress"

Strong

Beautiful

Wears heels in sand

Immune to heartbreak (lie)

Would definitely cook, clean, and kill for you

“Okay but she is gorgeous,” you whispered to Luffy.

“She’s really intense,” he whispered back.

SLIDE 5: “Marriage Benefits Package”

Unlimited access to Amazon Lily spa

Royal wardrobe and optional throne

Shared snake accessories

Matching hair ornaments (she held up examples)

“Triple cuddle pile at sea”

Usopp fainted. Sanji screamed into a towel. Robin took notes.

SLIDE 9: “Your Current Marriage: Pros and Cons”

Pros:

Childhood bond

Emotional support

Synchronised fighting style

Excellent calves (zoomed-in photo)

Cons:

Not married to her

She slammed the clicker for dramatic emphasis.

SLIDE 13: “Why a Throuple Works”

Modern

Efficient

“Think of the power dynamic!!”

“Luffy is emotionally honest, (Y/N) is emotionally grounded, and I am emotionally overwhelming.”

After thirty-seven more slides, a live Q&A (in which Sanji tried to propose himself), and a final glittery “Say Yes or Else <3,” Hancock turned to the two of you, smiling like she had already won.

“So?” she breathed. “What say you?”

All eyes turned to you.

You opened your mouth.

But Luffy spoke first.

“…No thanks.”

Silence.

Dead.

Flat.

Stunning.

The room practically leaned forward in tension.

Hancock blinked. “I—pardon?”

Luffy scratched his head. “You’re cool, Boa. But like… I already married (Y/N). I don’t need two. I already got the best one.”

You glanced at him. Soft, blinked once.

“…Wow. Okay. That was actually sweet.”

Robin clapped once. Chopper wiped a tear.

Boa Hancock looked like she had just been hit by a cannon.

“I—I—But I made a presentation!”

“You did,” you nodded gently. “It was very sparkly.”

“I made merch!”

She held up a button that said ‘Mrs. Straw-Kuja’.

“I can sword fight in heels!!”

Luffy just smiled, still holding your hand. “I know. You’re great. But I’m married already.”

You patted her shoulder carefully. “I mean, thanks for the offer. That was the most… ambitious proposal I’ve ever seen. Kinda scary. Kinda cute. Mostly scary.”

She sank to her knees.

“I spent five hours on transitions…”

Robin kindly patted her on the back. “We could tell.”

The Straw Hats shuffled out afterward, groaning and dazed.

“That was a whole event,” Nami muttered. “Like a one-woman musical but with more… threats.”

“I wanted to say yes just so she’d stop,” Brook admitted.

“I still think the snake accessories were cool,” Franky said.

Luffy tugged your hand as you walked together.

“Would you ever marry anyone else?” he asked.

You looked at him.

“No.”

“Even if they made a glitter presentation?”

You smirked. “Not even if they offered me a spa and a throne.”

He grinned. “You’re my wife.”

You grinned back. “You're my husband.”

Somewhere behind you, Hancock quietly melted into the beach sand, blushing furiously, murmuring, “They’re both… so… cool…”

Marital bliss: 2 Hancock’s sanity: 0

[hummingbird24220]

Greetings! May I request luffy x reader who's willing to sacrifice their own life and dream to ensure that luffy will accomplish his, which is to become the king of the pirates.

So when there was a fight, be it to be another pirate or Marine that's fighting against the strawhats, the reader got entangled against an opponent that's way stronger than them, tasked to stall the enemy til the main one has been defeated. The reader was having a hard time doing so, due to the obvious gap in power. Til, the enemy starts looking down, discarded, and berated luffys dream, was when reader became agitated and defended luffys ambitions, saying something along the lines of:

"No matter what happens– be it my dreams and my life. If it had to be done, to make sure our captain fulfils his long-term dream, then I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

The ending is up to you! I apologise if it's full of bad grammar or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language, and please take your time and don't forgot to rest and take it easy. Thank you!

Hello! thank you for this prompt <3 Its on the short side, but hope you like it!

Whatever It Takes

Luffy x Reader

The sea was boiling with tension.

Smoke curled off shattered stone, cannon fire echoed in the distance, and the Thousand Sunny rocked gently in the harbor—tauntingly out of reach. The island was half-destroyed already, but the battle wasn’t over.

You could hear it. The sound of Zoro and Sanji clashing against metal in the distance. Nami's voice shouting warnings through her Clima-Tact. Usopp’s sharp cries as he sniped from above. Chopper’s worried gasps, Robin’s calm incantations, Franky's booming laughter, and Brook’s melodic clashes.

But you? You were alone in the eastern courtyard of a crumbling naval fortress, breath shallow, knuckles scraped and bleeding. Across from you stood a marine vice admiral built like a mountain and twice as unrelenting—steel gauntlets glowing with heat, and not a single scratch on him.

This wasn't supposed to be your fight.

You weren’t a swordsman, or a tactician, or a cyborg. No Devil Fruit. Just raw, blistered power and stupid, stubborn will.

You were told to stall him. Just stall him. Luffy had gone on ahead with the others to take down the real threat—the rogue Warlord aligned with the Marines. But the vice admiral had cut them off, and without thinking, you'd tackled him off the path and drawn him away.

Now here you were. Still standing. Barely.

You staggered, knees buckling. He hadn’t even taken you seriously at first. Just flicked you aside like a fly. But you kept getting back up. And that amused him for a while.

Until you said Luffy’s name.

Then it changed.

“Oh, Straw Hat?” the man sneered, wiping soot off his coat like you were nothing. “That brat who thinks he can be King of the Pirates? Dreaming about wearing Gol D. Roger’s crown like a fool playing dress-up.”

Your breathing halted.

He chuckled lowly. “There’s a reason the World Government laughs at people like him. It’s a child’s fantasy. Your captain is nothing more than another corpse waiting for the sea to claim.”

That was it.

Something ugly and bright boiled up in your chest—rage, pride, desperation. You took a step forward, fists trembling, eyes wide and locked onto his.

“Don’t you dare talk about him like that.”

“Oh?” he mocked, raising a brow. “He send you to die for him?”

You clenched your fists tighter, blood dripping from your palms. “Luffy didn’t ask for anything. I chose this.”

Your voice didn’t waver.

“No matter what happens—be it my dreams, or my life—if it has to be done to make sure our captain fulfills his, then I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”

The vice admiral stilled. His face twisted in a sneer. “You’d throw away your life for that boy’s fairy tale?”

You smiled—feral and cracked and glowing.

“Yes. Gladly.”

The air shifted. A pulse of something electric crackled across your skin.

He rushed you like a beast. You met him head-on.

You weren’t fast enough to dodge all of it. Your body screamed. You were hit, over and over. But you didn’t fall. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. You could barely see anymore—one eye swollen shut, blood dripping into the other.

But you saw it. A flicker of red and gold leaping over the courtyard wall.

Luffy.

He’d come.

He landed behind you, barefoot and wild-eyed, steam curling from his shoulders, his face carved in fury.

“Y/N.”

You swayed. “Took you long enough,” you rasped, smiling through bloody teeth.

Luffy’s arm shot out and caught your waist just as you fell. You collapsed into him with a weak breath, your body finally giving in.

“You idiot,” he whispered, voice trembling with something too raw to name.

But you managed a smirk, even as everything turned black.

“You’re gonna be King of the Pirates, Luffy,” you murmured. “So I’m not allowed to die… until I see it.”

--

When you woke, your entire body felt like it had been stitched back together from ash and sea water. Chopper hovered over you, eyes rimmed red. Nami was sniffling. Zoro had his arms crossed and a new scar.

And Luffy?

He was sitting on the edge of your bed, clutching your hand like it was the only thing anchoring him to the world.

“I’m mad at you,” he mumbled, lip jutting.

You laughed weakly. “Figured.”

“You scared me,” he added, voice quieter.

You looked at him, gaze soft. “I’d do it again.”

He didn’t answer right away.

Then he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, and whispered with all the weight of his promise:

“You don’t have to give up your dream for mine. We’ll both get them. Together.”

You blinked, warmth burning your eyes. “Even if they don’t fit?”

He grinned, wide and full of stars. “We’ll make them fit.”

And somehow, in that moment—with pain still echoing through your ribs and the sea wind blowing in through the Sunny’s window—you believed him. Because he was Monkey D. Luffy. And he would change the world.

And you?

You’d do whatever it takes to see it happen.

[hummingbird24220]

Hi! Could I request a fluff! Luffy x any gender reader? Maybe they are cuddling in a hammock at night or on a lazy day on the Sunny, and reader gets embarrassed when one of the crew members walks in. I really like how you write Luffy bdw, he’s such a little chaotic dummy :)

Yusss! This prompt is so cute, thank you!!

Enjoy!

Love Like Luffy

Luffy x Reader

The warm sway of the Thousand Sunny beneath you was soothing, like a lullaby in motion. The world beyond the ship was quiet—just sea, stars, and the gentle creak of the wood around you. Somewhere below deck, someone was probably fixing a late-night snack or tinkering with some gadget, but up here?

It was just you and Luffy.

The hammock was narrow, but that never stopped him. He’d climbed in right after you, limbs flopping over you like an octopus, stretching and curling until you were locked in place under the weight of one rubbery captain.

You’d protested at first. Kind of.

“You’re going to fall,” you’d mumbled, hands on his chest as he grinned and buried his face in your neck. “We’re both going to fall.”

“Then we’ll fall together,” he’d laughed, arms tightening like vines.

Now? Now you were too warm and too content to complain. His hat rested half on your chest, his hair sticking up in places where your fingers had combed through it absentmindedly. He was already half-asleep, humming something tuneless under his breath, probably thinking about meat or clouds or nothing at all.

You should’ve known the peace wouldn’t last.

“Oi—have you guys seen my—” Zoro’s voice cut through the quiet, then stopped abruptly.

You peeked over the rim of the hammock, eyes going wide. Zoro stood there in the open doorway, hand still on the frame, eyebrows slowly raising.

Luffy didn’t move. If anything, he nuzzled closer into your chest with a sleepy sigh.

Zoro stared. You stared back.

Then: “...Gross,” Zoro muttered, already turning around. “Get a room.”

Your entire face went up in flames. You tried to untangle yourself, pushing lightly at Luffy’s shoulder. “Get off—get up, he saw—!”

Luffy just blinked up at you, barely lifting his head. “Huh? What’s wrong?”

“Zoro! He—he walked in!”

Luffy blinked again. “Yeah. So?”

You covered your face with both hands, muffling a groan. “He saw us cuddling!”

Luffy tilted his head. “You don’t like cuddling?”

“I do!” you snapped, peeking through your fingers. “Just… not when we get caught.”

Luffy grinned, big and lazy, arms tightening again. “Then don’t get caught,” he said simply, tugging you down until you were tucked against him again. “Easy.”

You were mid-sputter when Usopp’s voice echoed down the hallway.

“Zoro says you two were cuddling? On deck?!”

“Oh my god.”

You buried your face into Luffy’s chest as a round of footsteps thundered toward your quiet corner.

Nami’s voice came next, curious and smug: “I knew something was up! You’ve been all blushy around him lately!”

“I haven’t!” you protested, which only made it worse.

“Luffy,” Sanji added, footsteps pausing just beyond the open door. “If I find out you’re hogging all the affection while I’m out here being single—”

“She’s mine,” Luffy said bluntly, completely unapologetic.

“LUFFY!”

Cue Chopper gasping, Franky cheering from somewhere below deck, Brook asking if he could write a song about this, and Robin sipping her tea like none of it was even slightly surprising.

You were never going to live this down.

But when Luffy curled tighter around you, smile soft and sleepy against your collarbone, you figured it might be worth the embarrassment.

Maybe.

If the rest of the crew ever left.

--

You were doing your best.

Really.

But doing your best was hard when you had a grinning rubber pirate captain wrapped around your waist, nuzzling into your side like you were the only thing keeping him alive. And worse—he was doing it in broad daylight, on the main deck, while everyone watched.

“Luffy,” you hissed through clenched teeth, cheeks glowing, “people can see us!”

He looked up at you, big smile and zero shame. “Yeah?”

“Yes!”

He tilted his head. “So?”

You groaned. There was no winning this argument. He’d just grin, say something adorable and devastating, and then do it again—worse this time. Which he did.

Luffy planted a kiss on your cheek. Loud. Dramatic. Obnoxiously adorable.

Sanji swooned so hard he nearly dropped the tray of tea he was carrying. “Mon dieu, that was too pure for this cruel world.”

Usopp choked on his apple. “He kissed you again?! That’s like, the fourth time this hour!”

“You’re exaggerating,” you muttered, trying to tug your hat lower.

“Nope,” Franky called from the helm. “We’re counting. It’s a full-blown Luffy Love Watch.”

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, trying to bury your burning face in your hands.

Robin smiled behind her book. “There’s nothing wrong with affection, you know.”

“It’s sweet,” Chopper added earnestly, nodding, “You just get red like you’ve caught a fever.”

Brook gave a skull-shaking laugh. “May I write a ballad about your flustered blush and Captain’s bold devotion?”

You whined into your hands. Luffy just wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down into his lap like it was nothing.

Which, for him, it was nothing. He had no sense of shame, no fear of teasing, no concept of too much. He just… loved you. Loudly. Affectionately. Happily. And everyone else was enjoying the show far more than you were prepared for.

Nami smirked from her spot under a parasol. “Honestly, it’s about time something beat out Zoro’s napping and Sanji’s flirting as the most entertaining thing on this ship.”

Zoro grunted from his nap spot on the lawn deck. “Tch. I don’t even snore that loud.”

Luffy rested his chin on your shoulder, still grinning. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, “I’ll kiss you more when they’re not looking.”

“That’s not the comforting part you think it is,” you whispered back, face hotter than the sun.

But when his hand found yours, fingers warm and steady, you relaxed into him just a little. Maybe… maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe you could get used to being loved this loudly.

Maybe—even if you still blushed every time—being Luffy’s favorite thing in the world wasn’t the worst title to have.

--

It started with holding hands. Then cheek kisses. Then lap-sitting. Then sneaky late-night hammock cuddles. You thought you could manage that much.

But when you got used to it—when you finally stopped yelping every time Luffy tugged you in for affection in front of the crew—he got worse.

Not bad worse. Just... Luffy worse.

And now, apparently, it was normal for him to trap you on the sofa like you were a log and he was some clingy jungle vine determined to love you to death.

“Luffy—hah! Stop!” you laughed breathlessly, trying to wiggle away as he hovered above you, grinning like a devil and pressing kiss after kiss to your cheeks, your nose, your forehead—everywhere he could reach.

“But you’re cute!” he beamed, before smothering your face with a ridiculous series of rapid-fire kisses. “You’re so cute!”

You were breathless, squealing, batting weakly at his chest. “You’re gonna suffocate me with love—!”

“Good way to go!” he giggled, nudging his nose against yours.

The soft sound of a door opening didn’t register. Not right away.

You were too busy trying to roll over and escape the onslaught of affection when—

“...Should we come back later?”

Everything froze.

You turned your head slowly, like a puppet on rusty strings.

Sanji, Nami, Usopp, and Robin stood in the doorway. A whole plate of snacks was halfway into Sanji’s hands. Nami was arching a perfectly groomed brow. Usopp looked like he was going to combust. Robin had a hand over her mouth, clearly fighting a smile.

Luffy looked up with zero remorse. “Hey, guys!”

You, on the other hand, shrieked and shoved Luffy sideways. He flopped dramatically onto the floor, laughing all the way down.

“I—it’s not—this isn’t what it looks like—!”

“Looked like a kiss attack,” Usopp said cheerfully.

“You looked adorable,” Sanji added, fawning.

“I was under siege!”

“You were giggling,” Nami deadpanned.

Robin finally spoke, voice as composed as ever. “If I’d known this was a regular occurrence, I’d have started a betting pool on the day it escalated.”

Luffy pulled himself back up and plopped beside you again, arms sneaking around your waist like nothing had happened. “She doesn’t mind. Right, Y/N?”

Your mouth opened. Closed. You sagged in defeat.

“…Right,” you grumbled.

Nami waved her hand, ushering the others forward. “Come on, let them be disgusting lovebirds. I just want my snack.”

The group filed in like this was normal, like you weren’t still glowing red and tucked halfway under your clingy, overly affectionate captain. Luffy rested his chin on your shoulder with a hum, perfectly content.

And weirdly?

So were you.

This was your new normal. Not just the kisses, or the teasing, or even the public sofa ambushes. It was this—Luffy’s loud, shameless love, the crew’s easy acceptance of it, and the warmth that filled your chest every time you realized you didn’t need to hide it.

Maybe being pinned to a sofa under a mountain of love wasn’t the worst way to spend your afternoons.

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Your Laugh Is Dumb and So Are You - Part 2

You’d made it a personal vendetta now.

Villains. Warlords. Warlord-adjacent chaos goblins. If they laughed like their voice actor forgot the assignment? They were getting verbally obliterated.

So when the crew finally landed in Wano, and you were told the enemy this time was “Kaido, King of the Beasts, Emperor of the Sea,” you mentally braced yourself.

Big, scary. Thunderclouds followed him like bad credit. But most importantly?

He. Laughed.

Kaido rises from a haze of smoke, monstrous and massive. Beer in one hand. Club in the other. He laughs.

“WORORORORO!!”

You flinch. Not from fear. From cringe.

“…I’m sorry,” you mutter, stepping forward, eyes wide with theatrical disbelief. “Did you just… wo-ro-ro-ro at me?”

Kaido blinks. “...Huh?”

You gesture like you’re solving a crime scene. “You sound like a lawnmower trying to say ‘horror.’”

The Straw Hats freeze.

Law, hiding behind a rock, drops his sword. “Oh god.”

Kid covers his face. “No. No. I’m not associated with this.”

Kaido narrows his eyes. “You’ve got guts, brat.”

You shrug. “And you’ve got the worst laugh I’ve ever heard. It’s like a haunted pirate ship's horn got stuck in a loop.”

His eye twitches.

“WORORO—”

“No. Don’t say it again. Every time you do, I swear a thundercloud files a noise complaint.”

Zoro snorts. Sanji wheezes. Nami puts her head in her hands, muttering, “We’re going to die because of her.”

Next up? Big Mom.

You were ready.

The crew tiptoed through her territory like it was cursed ground. You, on the other hand, were practically vibrating with anticipation.

She made her entrance in classic opera-villain fashion—flying in on a flaming cloud, thunder booming, homies screaming.

She opens her mouth—

“MAMAMAMAMAMA!”

You inhale sharply. “Oh no. Oh NO. Ma-ma-ma-ma?!”

She stops mid-cackle. “Eh?”

“That’s not a laugh, that’s a train stalling in a tunnel!”

She glares. “Are you mocking me?”

You nod solemnly. “With every ounce of my soul. You laugh like a Disney villain got stuck on a skipping record.”

Prometheus flares up. Zeus panics. Napoleon twitches like even he’s embarrassed.

Franky mutters, “General Franky can’t even compete with that level of fire.”

Luffy grins. “(Y/N)’s so cool!!”

Robin just smiles. “It’s performance art, really.”

A few days later…

You’re laying on the Sunny’s deck, sun on your face, a cold drink in hand. Your latest takedown has gone viral. Marines are whispering your name like you’re some laugh-exorcist. The World Government has allegedly opened an inquiry into mandatory chuckle training.

A wanted poster flutters by.

“Dead or Alive: (Y/N) ‘The Laughbreaker’ – 88,000,000 Berries.”

Sanji gently fans you. “You’re a menace.”

“Thanks.”

Chopper cuddles beside you, giggling. “You’re gonna be in history books!”

You stretch lazily. “Good. I want my legacy to be no more dumb villain laughs.”

Brook plays you a victory tune. Usopp reenacts your Kaido roast with hand puppets. Luffy’s making up a new laugh just to impress you.

“BEEP-BOP-BOP!”

“…He’s trying.”

You sip your drink. “Better than wororororo.”

You crack your knuckles.

Let the Laugh Wars continue.

-

There were exceptions, obviously.

You weren’t heartless.

You had standards.

Brook was the first.

Scene: A calm evening at sea. The Thousand Sunny bobs gently.

Brook tells a joke only he finds funny.

“YOHOHOHOHOHO!”

You glance up from your book, finger still holding your place.

“…Approved.”

Sanji gapes. “That gets a pass?”

You nod. “That laugh is jazz. Classy. Haunted. Ghostly charm.”

Brook bows deeply. “Many thanks! Could I see your panties—”

“Don’t ruin it.”

--

It’s well-known across the crew now. You’ve gone full tyrant when it comes to laughter quality control. Everyone’s fair game… except Brook.

“Biased?” you ask, stretching out on a sun-warmed barrel, Brook humming beside you.

“Absolutely. But he’s my weird comfort skeleton.”

Brook chuckles softly. “Yohoho, I shall take that as the highest honor.”

He twirls, violin under his chin. The music swells. The sea sparkles.

Then.

A hiss of gas.

A sniveling cackle.

A presence like bad science decisions and unpaid lab safety fines.

You sigh.

“Not him.”

--

“SHURORORORO!!!”

You stand up so fast your chair yeets backward into the ocean.

“Absolutely not.”

Caesar falters mid-float. “Wh-What do you mean ‘not’?!”

You point at him like an ancient spirit has possessed you.

“‘Shurororo’ sounds like a blender dying in a swamp.”

He gasps. “It’s distinctive!”

“It’s a wet cough with ambition! You sound like a sewer drain possessed by a mosquito!”

The crew groans. They know what’s coming.

Zoro leans against the mast, arms crossed. “Go off, (Y/N).”

“Your laugh makes my teeth itch! I’ve choked on soup with more charisma!”

Usopp is doubled over. Chopper hides behind Luffy, trembling—unclear if it’s from fear or laughter.

Nami wipes tears from her eyes. “I’ve been waiting for this one.”

“Shurororo—”

“NO.”

“Shur—”

“Don’t test me, Periodic Table Reject!”

You don’t fight Caesar that day. The crew doesn’t need to. He floats away, muttering angrily about "comedic philistines" and “artistic expression.”

You sit back down beside Brook, calmly sipping your tea like you hadn’t just verbally eviscerated a gas demon.

“Yohoho,” Brook says gently. “That was terrifying. And wonderful.”

You pat his bony shoulder. “You're safe, bone-dad. Always.”

--

The legend of your villain laugh takedowns had grown legs.

Long, unstoppable, fashionable legs.

At this point, the Straw Hat crew didn’t just expect it—they lived for it.

So when the Wano chaos finally threw a certain stone-faced, high-pitched executive back into the picture… it was a team effort.

A massive figure lumbers out of the smoke—muscle-bound, stone-plated, towering.

Pica.

The Donquixote Family’s walking skyscraper of pain.

He raises a granite arm with all the menace of an ancient kaiju and opens his mouth—

“PICA-PICA-PICHERERERE!!!”

A high-pitched squeal ricochets off every ruined wall like a banshee getting stepped on mid-karaoke.

The crew flinches.

Zoro goes stiff.

Luffy freezes mid-bite of a rice ball.

You step forward slowly, arms folded, head tilted like you’re examining a crime scene.

Luffy’s already bouncing with excitement. “Is it time?!”

Zoro cracks his knuckles. “Been waiting for this.”

Pica blinks. “Wh-What? What are you—”

“Don’t talk,” you cut in sharply, holding up a hand like a strict substitute teacher. “We need to address… whatever just came out of your throat.”

Luffy immediately mimics the sound.

“HIEEEEEEEEEE!!!” he squeals, arms waving. “Look, I’m Big Boy Squeaky!”

Zoro joins in with his own impression—lower-pitched but deadpan.

“Hiiieee… I’m gonna crush youuuuu…” He smirks. “Damn, I think my soul left my body.”

You nod solemnly. “I’ve heard mice in pain that were less distressing. You sound like a rubber duck being exorcised.”

Pica’s lip trembles. “Th-that’s just how I sound!”

“Then stop sounding!” you shout back. “You’re a mountain with the voice of a tea kettle!”

Even Franky gets involved.

He flicks a switch on his chest. “Activating: SQUEAKY MODE!”

“HIEEEEE!” he chirps, robotic and shrill, then poses dramatically. “SUPER!”

Usopp’s laughing so hard he can’t breathe. Robin’s trying not to smirk behind her book. Even Jinbe looks mildly horrified on Pica’s behalf.

Brook leans toward you. “Should I play something to match the pitch?”

“Only if your violin can hit frequencies that summon dogs.”

Pica is sobbing now. Not crying—just aggressively upset.

“You guys are bullies!”

Zoro shrugs. “You started it.”

“You laughed in public,” you say firmly. “That’s your fault.”

“Why is this a thing!?!” Pica shrieks as he flees into the mountains, voice echoing like a child’s balloon losing helium.

You dust your hands off. “Another one down.”

Luffy throws an arm around your shoulders, laughing. “We make a great team!”

Zoro grins. “I still think my impression was better.”

“You both sounded cursed.”

“That’s the point!”

By the time the sun sets, new bounties are printed.

(Y/N) "Laughbreaker" – 99,000,000 Berries Monkey D. Luffy – Now includes ‘Accessory to Comedy’ Roronoa Zoro – Wanted for Impression-Based Violence

-

You knew this day would come.

You’d mocked the molasses gargle, roasted the swamp blender, obliterated the helium kaiju—but none of them had prepared you for this.

The Laugh.

The Swagger.

The Pink Feather Boa.

It was time.

Doflamingo.

Doflamingo floats down like a flamboyant demon flamingo, grin sharp enough to cut glass.

He lands. Sways.

And then—

“Fuffuffuffuffuffu…”

You inhale slowly through your nose like someone trying not to scream at a toddler hitting a piano with a hammer.

“…Oh, we’re doing this now.”

Luffy perks up instantly. “Is it time?! IS IT TIME?!”

Zoro’s already nudging you forward. “Unleash hell.”

Doflamingo tilts his head, still grinning. “What? Did my fashion stun you silent?”

You step forward, eyes blazing. “No. But your laugh? That’s the sound of a credit card declining.”

Robin chuckles softly behind her hand. Sanji’s smirking around his cigarette. Franky yells, “OOOH, BURN!”

Doffy’s sunglasses gleam. “Fuffuffu—”

“Stop.” You jab a finger at him. “You sound like you’re snorting sarcasm through a kazoo.”

He pauses.

You stalk closer, dramatic as a stage actor. “You laugh like you just outbid someone for a haunted mirror on villain eBay.”

“How dare—”

“You sound like your bank account wears high heels. You laugh like you know what wine tastes like but your laugh doesn’t.”

“FUFFUFFU—”

“NO. You sound like your voice is bouncing off velvet wallpaper in a haunted mansion run by glitter.”

Luffy’s on the floor. Usopp is begging for mercy. Chopper has to resuscitate Franky who’s short-circuited from laughter.

Zoro grunts, “Heh. She’s got a point.”

Doflamingo twitches. “You’re mocking a king.”

“You’re dressed like a piñata with a gambling addiction.”

“ENOUGH!”

“Then change your laugh!” you yell. “You sound like a saxophone crying into a martini!”

Then. Out of nowhere.

Brook sidles up, violin ready.

“Ahem. May I?”

You gesture grandly. “Maestro, the stage is yours.”

Brook plays a sassy little jazz riff in perfect time with Doflamingo’s laugh rhythm.

He pauses, utterly derailed.

“Is this jazz?”

“It’s judgment,” Brook replies solemnly.

In the end, Doflamingo flees—not from strength. Not from haki.

But from public humiliation.

Luffy wipes his tears away. “Best fight ever.”

You bow with a flourish. “Thank you. Thank you. I’ll be here all Grand Line.”

Zoro sheaths his swords. “We should start charging for this.”

Sanji offers you a glass of wine. “To your next victim.”

You clink glasses. “Cheers.”

And as the wind carries off the faintest sound of “fuffuffuffu…” in the distance, you sigh.

“One day, the world will know peace.”

But until then?

There’s still Moria.

And Enel.

And worst of all…

Orochi.

You shudder.

“It’s gonna be a long season.”

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Gold Ring, Red Vest - Part 2

Luffy x Wife!Reader

Luffy kept doing it.

Battle after battle, town after town, no matter the danger or chaos or number of marines flying through the air—there it was:

“THAT’S MY WIFE!!”

Always from the middle of the field. Or the edge of a rooftop. Or a cannon’s mouth. Once, literally mid-air, as he flung himself across the harbor.

“THAT’S MY WIIIIIFE!!”

The crew, like trained parrots, screamed back:

“YES SHE IS!!” “HIS LAWFULLY WEDDED!” “THE LEGEND, THE MYTH, THE MRS!”

Eventually, you snapped.

Not out of annoyance. Just… principle.

You landed a clean blow during a fight—heel to chin, flip, drop, done—and Luffy, starry-eyed from the sidelines, inhaled like a foghorn.

“THAT’S—!”

You spun around and bellowed just as loud:

“THAT’S MY HUSBAND!!”

The battlefield froze for a beat.

Luffy blinked.

Then absolutely beamed.

Grin stretched wide, cheeks flushed, fists pumped. He looked like he’d just won every meat prize on the Grand Line.

“YOU SAID IT!!” he yelled, delighted.

And from behind you—

“THAT’S HER HUSBAND!!” Usopp, with both hands cupped around his mouth.

“HER BIG STRETCHY HUSBAND!!” Franky, dramatically sobbing and flexing.

“CAPTAIN SPOUSE!!” Brook, singing it like a shanty.

“CERTIFIED HUSBAND MOMENT!!” Nami, cracking someone with her staff and laughing.

“THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE MEAT-OBSESSED MARITAL PARTNER!!” Chopper, holding up a tiny banner he definitely made in advance.

Zoro didn’t say anything, but you could hear his exhale of despair from the other end of the docks.

It became… a Thing. A Loud, Stupid, Inescapable Thing.

Every time you shouted “That’s my husband,” the crew joined in. Every time he said it first, you’d fire back louder.

Once, mid-battle, your voices overlapped:

“THAT’S MY WIFE—!” “THAT’S MY HUSBAND—!”

You both blinked. Then pointed at each other, grinning like idiots.

The crew lost their minds.

“DOMESTIC POWER COUPLE!!” “MARRIED AND DANGEROUS!!” “THEY PAY TAXES TO NOBODY AND KICK ASS TOGETHER!!”

Back on the Sunny, you flopped onto the deck post-battle, armor dented and hair wild, letting the sun warm your bruises.

Luffy crashed down beside you, still grinning.

He flopped dramatically across your chest like a cat.

“You called me your husband.”

“I married you, didn’t I?”

He kicked his feet in the air like a schoolgirl. “I liked it.”

You snorted. “I could tell.”

A pause.

Then:

“Say it again.”

You turned to him.

“Luffy.”

“Yeah?”

“…That’s my husband.”

He actually squealed. Squealed.

Later, at dinner, the crew erupted again when you so much as nudged his arm.

“THAT’S HER HUSBAND!!” “HER GUY!!” “HER LITTLE CREW-CAPTAIN CUTIE!!”

Luffy puffed up like a pufferfish on fire. “YEAH I AM!!”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your mouth.

Because it was stupid. Loud. Embarrassing. Chaotic.

And it was so you. So him. So them.

You leaned against him, elbow propped on his shoulder. “Think they’ll ever stop?”

Luffy grinned, chewing meat. “Hope not.”

You sighed.

“Yeah. Me too.”

---

The Straw Hats had faced some loud enemies in the past. Boastful. Unhinged. Dramatic.

But today?

Today, the villains were not the loud ones.

It was supposed to be an ambush. Simple. Sneaky. Full surprise attack. The pirate fleet surrounded the Sunny in dead silence, ships gliding into position like wolves circling prey.

Everything was going perfectly. Until Luffy stood up on the figurehead and screamed:

“THAT’S MY WIFE!!”

The enemy commander blinked.

What?

Then you leapt down from the crow’s nest, landed on one of their masts with a spin-kick that broke it in half, and shouted:

“THAT’S MY HUSBAND!!”

Cue the rest of the Straw Hats, in perfect, cursed unison:

“THEY’RE MARRIED!!!”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Then—

“…Okay,” said one of the enemy gunners, confused. “So?”

An hour into the battle and no one on the villain side had heard anything except the word “wife,” “husband,” and various marriage-based declarations shouted at maximum volume between punches.

Every time you knocked out a man: “THAT’S MY WIFE!!”

Every time Luffy launched an enemy into the sky: “THAT’S HER HUSBAND!!”

“You just called me your husband last round!” Luffy beamed at you mid-fight.

“I did,” you agreed, grabbing a cannon and throwing it.

“Say it again.”

You caught a sword mid-swing, cracked it in half with your boot, and turned to him with a smirk.

“That’s my husband.”

Luffy, hearts in his eyes, flattened an entire squad with a stretch-punch fueled by affection.

Across the battlefield, the enemy general—bloody, wheezing, exhausted—staggered to his feet and screamed.

“WE GET IT!!” “YOU’RE MARRIED!!” “YOU LOVE EACH OTHER!! GOOD FOR YOU!!” “NOW DIE!!!”

He launched himself at Luffy, veins bulging, sword overhead.

Luffy ducked the swing, turned mid-dodge, and yelled:

“SHE’S GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!!”

From behind him, you launched off a barrel, tackled the general to the ground, and knocked him out cold with one clean elbow to the face.

Over his unconscious body, you calmly declared:

“That’s my husband.”

The rest of the enemy crew dropped their weapons in surrender.

One fell to his knees, sobbing. “Please… just stop. We can’t take the marital pride anymore…”

“I think it’s sweet,” Chopper whispered, jotting something in a little notebook titled ‘Marriage Goals.’

Later, as the captured pirates sat tied in a row on the deck of the Sunny, one muttered weakly:

“…They’re worse than Big Mom. Big Mom never shouted about her spouse mid-fight…”

“They do this every time,” the commander groaned, a bandage over his eye. “Every. Single. Fight. How are we supposed to focus when they’re just yelling spouse things the whole time?”

A tear slipped down his face.

“They’re so in love. I hate it.”

Meanwhile, inside the Sunny, Luffy was asleep with his head in your lap, snoring peacefully.

You stroked his hair and looked up as Nami passed.

“Think we overdid it?”

“You always overdo it.”

Robin smirked. “They surrendered the moment you shouted ‘husband’ with that cannon in your hands.”

Zoro grunted from the wall. “Could’ve just fought quiet, like normal people.”

Luffy stirred. “Mmm… wife…”

You smiled down at him, brushing his bangs back.

“…Technically still a fact.”

And outside, someone screamed again.

--

Boa Hancock’s ship arrived like a storm front.

It wasn’t supposed to be hostile. Just a “brief diplomatic check-in” as she’d called it. But the moment she stepped off her ship and saw you standing beside Luffy—hand in his, smile on your face—her eyes narrowed like twin razors.

Her heels clicked across the deck. Her snakes hissed. The air crackled with tension.

She did The Pose.

One foot pointed. Hands on hips. Back arched so hard she looked like she was being electrocuted in slow motion. Her chin lifted until it almost touched her spine as she glared down her nose at you from the most awkwardly aggressive angle known to woman.

“YOU—HARLOT. SORCERESS. WITCH!” she spat, finger jabbing at you.

You blinked.

“…Are you okay? That pose looks like it’d do serious lower back damage.”

She flinched. A visible glitch in the system.

“I—! My back is immaculate, YOU SCOUNDREL!” She posed again. More dramatic. Definitely wobbling.

Luffy, predictably, was confused.

“Hey, Boa! You okay?”

“She’s fine, honey,” you said calmly, hand still in his.

“DON’T CALL HIM THAT IN FRONT OF ME!”

“Okay,” you said. “Sweetheart.”

She shrieked. Somewhere behind her, a snake fainted.

“She must have used dark magic…” Hancock muttered, pacing like a caged lioness. “A forbidden charm… some vile spell from the deepest parts of hell. Nothing else could explain this—this sacrilege!” She pointed again, dramatically trembling.

“Or,” Robin said with a smile, sipping tea, “they got married as kids and have been in love ever since.”

“NO!” Hancock whirled toward you again, full fire in her eyes. “I’ll remove your filthy enchantment myself!”

Luffy blinked. “Wait, what—?”

She raised one hand, fingers in heart-shape, glowing pink.

“Mero Mero Mellow!!”

Luffy gasped. “No! She didn’t do anything!!”

But it was too late.

The hearts fired. The beam struck you—full force. It passed through the air, sparkled, glittered—

—and then fizzled out like a wet firecracker.

You didn’t even flinch. You were busy picking your nose with the hand that wasn’t holding Luffy’s.

There was silence.

You blinked. “Was that supposed to do something?”

The hearts popped harmlessly mid-air.

Boa Hancock stood frozen, eyes wide, hand still raised. “N…No… that’s not possible…”

Luffy tilted his head. “Yeah, she’s immune too. I guess 'cause she only likes me.”

“I only need him,” you added helpfully, wiping your nose with your sleeve. “He’s annoying, but he’s my annoying.”

Boa Hancock swayed. Her snakes drooped. Her knees buckled.

She fell forward and grovelled dramatically into the deck, forehead pressed to the wood like she was being crushed by despair incarnate.

“I have been usurped…” she moaned. “Vanquished… defeated… rejected… by not one, but two stone-hearted fools…”

You stared at her crumpled form.

“…Do you want me to pretend it worked?”

She tensed.

Lifted her face.

Narrowed her eyes.

“Are you MOCKING ME—?”

“No?” you offered. “Just trying to help?”

She sat up, ready to argue—then stopped.

Squinted.

Really looked at you.

There was a beat.

“…You’re… pretty.”

You shrugged. “I get that a lot.”

“And… confident. And loyal. And… emotionally detached unless it’s about Luffy.” She squinted harder. “You’re like a… a girl version of him.”

You tilted your head. “So you’re saying you have a type?”

She turned pink. Then red. Then purple.

“I—I don’t know what you mean—!!” she shouted, turning her face away, arms crossed.

Behind her, Robin smirked. Nami raised a brow. Sanji looked offended on your behalf.

Luffy blinked, munching on meat. “Wait… Boa, do you like (Y/N)?”

“NO!!”

You grinned. “Aw, c’mon. I’ll marry you too if it helps your ego.”

She fainted on the spot.

Later, as Hancock’s ship retreated back into the horizon, you waved.

“She’s kinda cute when she’s not threatening me.”

“She was definitely crushing on you,” Nami said, biting her nail.

“I don’t blame her,” Robin mused. “You do have a very specific kind of charm. Like Luffy, if Luffy wore pants and brushed his teeth.”

“She’d be lucky,” Luffy said proudly, slinging his arm over your shoulders.

You snorted. “She was lucky. She got to see The Husband.”

“Damn right!” he beamed.

Behind you, the rest of the crew muttered in unison:

“That’s her husband.”

You sighed.

“Technically still a fact.”

[hummingbird24220]

I have a requesttttt tehhe, i think it would be swell if reader was a magical girl/boy(both work lol), but the devil fruit is like erza scarlets. If you know her, but if you dont— they can swap outfits for different powers and such. I think its cute, but instead of erza badass outfits, reader should be like cute things but when their not using the devil fruit they are the badass frfrr

if not its cool thoughh!! Love your work!! tyty

Hello! Thank you for requesting! This was really fun to write. Hope you like it!

Frills and Fury

One Piece x Magical Girl!Reader

The island had looked peaceful. That should’ve been the first red flag.

Now, half the port town was on fire (Zoro’s fault), Sanji was fending off six men at once (because they called you “sweetheart” in the wrong tone), and you were cracking your knuckles as a war-hammer-wielding mercenary charged.

“Need to transform?” Usopp called, ducking behind some crates. “Or are you just gonna suplex him?”

“Not yet,” you said coolly, stepping forward in your usual get-up—black combat pants, sleeveless top, scarred gloves, and a faint snarl. You looked like someone who drank espresso with blood.

The merc swung—massive, ugly thing—but you weaved beneath it and slammed your boot into his shin with a sickening crack. He screamed, fell forward—

—and then you snapped your fingers.

“Outfit Change: Sparkle Twinkle Mode!”

A swirl of light and pink smoke exploded around you. Glitter spiraled. Ribbons flew. There was a soft “ding!” as a tiara settled onto your now-heart-shaped hairstyle. You twirled, winked, and posed dramatically in a pastel blue frilly dress with puffed sleeves, bows, and knee-high socks with tiny winged shoes.

“By the power of moonlight kindness,” you declared in a sweet, high voice, “I’ll smash your face in!”

The merc stared in horror as your glittery scepter appeared in your hand—before it tripled in size and turned into a spiked bat.

You wrecked him. It was disturbingly elegant.

Later, back on the Sunny, the crew was still processing.

“I just—why is your fruit so cute?” Nami asked, poking at one of your ruffled skirts draped over a chair.

“I didn’t make the rules,” you muttered, back in your regular badass outfit and chewing a toothpick. “I just ate the damn fruit.”

“It doesn’t make sense!” Zoro snapped. “You look like hell’s bouncer, and then suddenly it’s cotton candy chaos magic?”

Chopper beamed. “It’s so cool! You looked like a princess!”

“I was a princess,” you replied flatly. “A princess of violence.”

Franky was still sobbing. “SOOOO CUUUUUUUTE.”

Meanwhile, Luffy flopped across your lap, eyes starry. “Can you do the one with the rainbow wings next time? That one’s my favorite.”

You sighed.

“…Only if we’re fighting a Sea King.”

“YESSSSSSSS!!!”

---

Another island, another ambush.

You were in the middle of drinking tea on the Sunny’s deck when cannons fired from the cliffs above. The enemy must’ve really underestimated the Straw Hats.

Zoro groaned. “Can’t we have one normal day?”

Luffy was already grinning. “(Y/N)! Do the thing!!”

You finished your tea, stood up slowly, and stretched.

“…Fine. They woke me up early. They’ll pay in sprinkles.”

With a flick of your hand, your transformation sequence began:

🌸 “Outfit Change: Candy Carnage Mode!” 🌸

A flash of pink and mint-green swirled around you. You reappeared in a poofy pastel skirt, striped thigh-highs, and a bonnet shaped like a cupcake. You held a lollipop the size of a wagon wheel.

You twirled it once, slammed it into the ground, and growled:

“Sugar, spice, and lethal blunt force trauma.”

You launched yourself forward, smacking a pirate into a tree so hard the tree cracked.

The rest of the crew watched, half in awe, half in disbelief.

“She’s got modes for everything,” Robin noted, sipping a coffee calmly.

“Why is that hammer made of peppermint?!” Sanji cried. “WHY IS IT WORKING?!”

“She just turned a guy into a marshmallow,” Usopp whispered.

“No,” Chopper whispered back. “She turned him into fear.”

You kept going.

✨ “Outfit Change: Bubblegum Justice Mode!” ✨

Now in a ballerina-style outfit with giant bubble shoulder pads, you summoned twin bubble wands that shot high-pressure bursts like cannonballs.

“It’s popping time, baby!!”

BOOM!

💫 “Outfit Change: Starfall Nemesis Mode!” 💫

Gleaming white uniform with galactic print cape. A crown of tiny constellations above your head. You hovered above the battlefield, arms outstretched, summoning meteorites made of solid light.

“Shining stars… come obliterate these fools!!” “Starlight SMITE!”

Entire boulders of glowing energy plummeted from the sky, exploding on impact with a “twinkle!”

Back at the Sunny…

Nami clutched her face. “She just did a full magical girl monologue while vaporizing a cannon.”

Zoro muttered, “The hell is a ‘Moonbeam Guillotine?’”

Franky sniffled, “She’s SUPER… terrifyingly adorable.”

You landed, heels clicking, ruffled and glowing, and casually flicked glitter off your shoulder.

“I’m done.”

As you snapped your fingers and returned to your normal, terrifyingly cool self—battle-scarred coat, torn gloves, hair mussed from violence—Luffy threw his arms up.

“That was AWESOME!! You’re like… like if a unicorn was mad!”

You sat down, grabbed your tea again, and muttered, “If one more person calls me cute, I’m setting off Rainbow Annihilation Mode.”

Brook perked up. “Oh! I’d love to see that one, yohohoho!”

“…Don’t tempt me, skeleton.”

--

It started with a joke.

You’d been workshopping new transformation upgrades when Franky, bless his misguided soul, asked,

“Can you do like… a combo mode? Like fuuuusion, but make it fashion?”

You blinked. Tilted your head. “...I can link transformations if I’m touching someone.”

The crew turned slowly to look at Zoro.

Zoro immediately stood up. “Absolutely not.”

Ten Minutes Later.

“You have to consent or it won’t work,” you said sweetly, sparkles already orbiting your fingertips. “Just one little hand-hold.”

“I’d rather fight Mihawk naked.”

“That’s not a no~.”

“I swear to god—”

Too late. You grabbed his hand.

🌹 “Duo Outfit Change: Rose Reaper Rendezvous!” 🌹

Glitter exploded. Zoro screamed internally.

When the smoke cleared, you were in a rich crimson magical girl outfit trimmed in black thorns, high-heeled boots gleaming. In your hand: a twin rose-blade whip.

Zoro…

Was in sleek black hakama pants, a fitted red crop jacket with roses embroidered across the sleeves, a thorn-choker, and glittery eyeliner.

His swords remained, but now his sheaths were shaped like gilded rose stems.

You beamed. “You look so hot right now.”

“I’m going to bury myself alive,” he muttered.

Back on the Sunny:

Nami gasped. “WAIT—can we do that too?!”

“GIVE ME THE TULLE!” Usopp screamed.

“I want rhinestones on my everything,” Sanji added, dramatically posing.

You held up your hand. “One at a time!”

Three hours later…

The crew approached the battlefield looking like a magical girl convention crashed into a glitter factory.

Luffy had pigtails, a red cape, and his sandals had tiny wings. His wand was a meat drumstick that glittered.

Nami wore a storm-themed outfit with lightning bolt earrings and a cloud-shaped parasol.

Robin had a gothic-lolita mourning dress and summoned demonic butterflies with every step.

Franky had literal disco balls for shoulder pads.

Sanji? Tuxedo mask energy. Rose between his teeth. Shirt unbuttoned, sparkly cravat. Painted nails. Absolutely posing.

Usopp had stars all over his cloak and a slingshot that looked like a tiara.

Chopper was pink, poofy, and proud. He spun midair like a ballerina and declared, “FOR FRIENDSHIP!!”

Brook just wore a tutu. “I don’t have organs, but I do have style! Yohohoho~”

Zoro… trudged silently.

“I hate all of you.”

You leaned in, winked, “But you hate me the least, right, partner?”

“…I’m gonna throw myself into the ocean.”

The enemy was stunned when the Straw Hats arrived.

The warlord’s army stared.

They were legendary pirates. Feared across the seas. Emperors in training.

And they were dressed like a rogue Sailor Moon fan club.

Luffy raised his drumstick wand. “Straw Hats…”

You struck your pose, Zoro grudgingly mirroring it.

“Transform and throw hands!”

The battlefield was full of dumb finishing moves being called out, everyone fully embracing the Magical Girl and Boy persona.

“Sparkle Blaster—WITH EXTRA BLOODSHED!”

“My outfit’s got pockets—for your defeat.”

“Taste my friendship grenade!”

“I call this combo ‘tsundere slice!’” – You & Zoro, in perfect unison, accidentally.

“Fashion is eternal—so is pain!”

By the end of it, the enemy was unconscious or running, and the battlefield shimmered with glitter, confetti, and the faint scent of cotton candy and destruction.

Zoro sat on a crate, glitter in his eyebrows, glaring at the sea.

You plopped down next to him, kicking your feet.

“...You did great. We looked amazing.”

He grunted. “If Sanji ever gets a duo mode with you, I’m challenging him to a death match.”

You leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. You’re the only one who gets to be my Rose Reaper.”

He froze.

“…I still hate it.”

“You said that with blush on your cheeks.”

“Shut up.”

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hii! this is my first time ever requesting and your work is really good. I was wondering if you could do a Law x Male! reader where him and the reader fall in love? and the straw hats push the reader to ask him out (he says yes ofc), i think it would be really interesting!!

Helloooooo! Thank you for the request <3 hope you like it!! Short, but sweet.

A Shot in the Dark

Law x Male!Reader

The day you realized you were falling for Trafalgar Law was the day he patched up your side without a word. He didn’t tease you, didn’t sigh, didn’t even raise a brow when you stumbled back onto the Sunny bloody and grinning like an idiot after a scouting job gone wrong.

He just pulled you aside, muttering something about you being a moron, and treated the wound himself with a surprisingly gentle hand. After that… it was over for you.

Too bad you were awful at flirting.

Worse, Law wasn’t exactly approachable. Brooding. Sharp. Mysterious. The kind of guy who made you want to walk through fire to get a smile—and some days, you swore he knew it.

Unfortunately, the Straw Hats knew it too.

It started with Sanji.

"You’re burning the onions," he pointed out, arms crossed.

You blinked. The pan was smoking.

"Sorry, I was thinking."

"Thinking about a certain scowling, hat-wearing surgeon who eats fish like it insulted his mother?"

"...No."

Nami walked in behind him. "We’re staging an intervention. You’re asking him out."

"I’m what—"

Next came Usopp and Franky, who cornered you while you were oiling your weapon.

"Hey," Usopp whispered. "Hypothetically, if you did like Law, would you want help?"

"No."

"Too bad!" Franky yelled. "We’re gonna SUPER train you on asking people out!"

"Why are you like this?!"

Then Zoro started leaving you alone with Law on purpose. During chores. On watch. At dinner.

“You two can handle lookout,” he said one night, stretching. “I’m gonna nap.”

“Zoro, it’s raining.”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

Law didn’t look up from his book. “...You can go if you want. I don’t mind the rain.”

Oh. Oh no.

But the final straw was Luffy. Because he didn’t say anything. He just stared at you across the table while sucking on a meat bone, eyes full of curiosity.

“What?” you grumbled.

“You like Law.”

“I—No—What gives you that idea—?”

“You’re red. That’s how Chopper gets when he sees a cool beetle.”

Chopper: "HEY!"

Eventually, Robin cornered you with a knowing smile, placing a hand on your shoulder like she was sending you off to war.

“You won’t stop thinking about it until you try. And if he says no... we’ll sink his submarine.”

"...Thanks, I think?"

You caught Law alone that evening, on the edge of the ship, watching the sea with one foot propped on the railing. His hat was off, hair tousled by the breeze.

“You look like the cover of a sad romance novel,” you said before your brain could stop your mouth.

He blinked at you, slow, then quirked an eyebrow. “That so?”

You stepped closer. You had faced Marines, warlords, sea kings. This shouldn’t be the scariest thing you’d ever done.

But it was.

"Hey... So. I was wondering if—maybe—we could go get a drink sometime? Just us?"

Law stared at you.

The sea whispered. The Sunny creaked.

He slowly turned his head.

"You're asking me out."

"Yes."

A pause. Then—

"Hmph."

He looked forward again, but you didn’t miss the ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"About time," he murmured. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Later that night, when you returned to the lounge, the crew exploded into cheers, confetti, and at least one poorly tuned accordion.

Brook: “May I write a song about your brave, romantic declaration?”

Chopper: “YOU DID IT!! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!!”

Sanji: “Did he kiss you?”

Zoro: “...Tch. Finally.”

Luffy: “Does this mean you’re dating now?!”

You groaned, shoving your face into your hands, already red.

“Can’t believe you people threw me to the wolves.”

“Wolf,” Robin corrected, sipping her tea. “Just one. But a very dangerous one.”

Law showed up ten minutes later, cool as ever. He said nothing as the room silenced.

Then he placed his hand on your shoulder, leaned down, and dropped a soft kiss to your cheek.

The crew screamed. You were never going to hear the end of it.

And honestly? You didn’t care.

You’d do it all over again.

[hummingbird24220]

hiii could you please do a Luffy x Wife reader? Like, they promised to marry each other when they were kids, eventually did get married as soon as they were of legal age and they go everywhere together but the crew only noticed they were married once Nami noticed that little shine of Readers ring because idk I feel like Luffy isn't a very kissy kissy type more just huggy huggy YK WHAT I MEAN? but the crew never thought much of it cause he was like that with everyone and like... yer

please and thank you 😣🙏

This is such a cute idea! Thank you for for your request! Hope you enjoy!

Gold Ring, Red Vest

Luffy x Wife!Reader

You and Luffy had promised to marry each other when you were seven.

It was under a tree, after a shared meat skewer, sticky sauce on both your cheeks and dirt on your hands. You didn’t know what marriage really meant. Luffy didn’t either. But the idea of being together forever? That was enough.

“Let’s get married when we grow up!”

“Yeah! And we’ll eat meat every day!” “And we’ll fight bad guys.” “And we’ll sail the whole world!” “I’ll be Pirate King—so you can be Pirate Queen!”

You’d sealed it with a spit handshake. Ace gagged in the background. Sabo called it “kinda romantic, kinda gross.” Dadan told you both to stop being weirdos and come inside before the wolves showed up again.

You were there for all of it—your trips to the mountain bandit hideout frequent and full of scraped knees and louder laughs. You met Ace the same way everyone else did: by getting punched and yelling right back. Sabo shared his book with you before he ever shared it with Luffy. You were their fourth member. Your gang. Your boys.

But Luffy was always yours.

He held your hand when the campfire crackled too loud. You tucked daisies into his hair when he pouted. And when he said he’d set off to sea one day, you told him to wait. “Wait for me to be old enough. You promised, remember?” Luffy blinked. Then grinned so wide his cheeks dimpled. “I remember. I always remember.”

Years later…

The Straw Hat crew never did notice anything unusual between you and Luffy.

Sure, he was always affectionate—but that’s just how Luffy was, right? Zoro got tackled in hugs. Chopper got cuddled like a plush toy. Even Franky had been given a surprise nuzzle once. Luffy was… just like that.

You were a little like that too. So no one blinked when Luffy wrapped his arms around you from behind. Or dragged you to sit on his lap. Or chewed meat and offered you the next bite, all smile and no shame.

Until Nami noticed your ring.

It wasn’t flashy. Just a small gold band, catching the sun when you lifted your hand to wave.

She squinted.

“…Is that a wedding ring?”

You blinked down at it. “Oh. Yeah.”

“WHAT.”

Cue chaos.

Zoro’s sword dropped mid-clean. Sanji’s cigarette fell out of his mouth. Usopp choked on his orange juice and Franky literally spat cola. Robin chuckled behind her hand. Chopper was just confused.

“Married!?” “To Luffy!?” “Since when?!”

Luffy walked in mid-outburst, meat bone in hand. “Huh? What’s up?”

You smiled. “They just found out.”

Luffy blinked. “About the wedding?”

“Mmhm.”

“Ohhh. Cool. Wanna see the dance we made?” He grabbed your hands instantly and started swinging you around the deck, recreating the silly spin-step-spin you’d both done barefoot in Foosha village the day you turned legal and immediately got married. Makino had cried. Dadan bawled. The mayor gave a speech. You and Luffy made paper rings and traded real ones after.

Your wedding photo—drawn by Luffy with crayons—was still crumpled in your coat pocket.

“Hold on, hold on,” Nami said, pushing the two of you apart. “You’re telling me you’ve been married this whole time?”

“Yep,” you chirped.

“And you never told us?!”

Luffy tilted his head. “You never asked.”

You shrugged. “Didn’t come up.”

Brook fanned himself dramatically. “But when—how—where—”

“Foosha village,” you said.

“Under the big tree,” Luffy added, proud.

You both grinned at each other, eyes crinkling.

Zoro groaned. “This explains so much.”

Sanji was still weeping into a handkerchief. “My heart... my dreams… shattered…”

Later that night, with Luffy wrapped around you like a scarf on the Sunny’s figurehead, you twirled your ring between your fingers.

“You think they’ll get used to it?” you asked.

“They always do,” Luffy mumbled, cheek squished against your shoulder. “You’re mine. I’m yours. That’s all.”

You kissed the top of his head.

He didn’t kiss you back—he just smiled and pulled you closer. His kind of love wasn’t made of passionate declarations or sweeping gestures. It was loud laughter and warm hugs. Trust and tandem naps. Your fingers linked as you stood at the bow. That was Luffy’s way.

And it had always been enough. From spit handshakes to gold rings.

Forever, just like you’d promised.

Sanji made a whole dinner in your honor.

Nami made you a spreadsheet of exactly how long you kept it secret.

Franky offered to remake your rings into SUPER matching wedding bands.

Zoro made gagging noises every time Luffy hugged you for the next three days.

Robin gave you both a book on “Married Life and Maritime Adventures.”

Brook wrote a love ballad for your union.

Usopp designed a “Just Married… 5 Years Ago” banner.

And Chopper?

Chopper made you a “Top Secret Straw Hat Love Club” badge and insisted on wearing his too. Just because

--

It had been a few days since the Big Reveal™.

Everyone was still adjusting.

Well, “adjusting” was generous.

More like staring at you and Luffy with unblinking suspicion, as if the way he handed you his half-eaten meat skewer now had depth or the way you leaned into him during sunny naps was suddenly illegal. The dynamic hadn’t changed.

But the context had.

You were lounging beside Luffy, both your legs tossed lazily over his lap as he absently traced shapes on your shin. He was laughing—genuinely wheezing—at a joke you made about the seagull that dive-bombed Zoro’s hair gel.

Sanji was watching from the kitchen window, arms crossed, suffering.

“…They’ve always done that,” Nami whispered beside him, eyeing the scene with a strange mix of amusement and betrayal. “Why does it feel so different now?”

“Because now it’s real,” Sanji hissed, like he’d been personally wounded. “She’s married. To Luffy.”

Usopp, next to him, rubbed his chin. “They’ve been married.”

“That doesn’t help, Usopp.”

Franky adjusted his sunglasses. “To be fair, I always assumed they were just weirdly close childhood besties.”

“They are,” Robin said smoothly, sipping her tea. “They just also share a legal union and a bed.”

Sanji wailed.

Later that afternoon, you strolled into the kitchen humming, barefoot and relaxed, reaching over to grab an apple. Luffy, as usual, clung to your back like a sleepy koala, his chin resting on your shoulder.

Sanji straightened. His eyes were full of betrayal.

“(Y/N)-swan…” he began dramatically. “How could you?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

He dropped to his knees. “How could you let him marry you?! I would’ve cooked you candlelit dinners every night! I would’ve carried you across every puddle! I would've—”

Luffy, mid-apple bite, stared blankly. “Wait… you like her?”

Sanji stopped mid-rant.

“Of course I do! I always have!”

Luffy frowned, slowly leaning more of his weight into you like a pouty blanket. “But you do that with every girl.”

“This was different!” Sanji wailed. “I meant it! I liked her liked her!”

Luffy’s eyebrows pinched. “You can’t like her liked her.”

“Why not?!”

“Because she’s mine!”

The kitchen went dead silent.

Luffy rarely used words like that. Not seriously. Not possessively. Not with that strange, almost growly edge in his voice.

You turned slightly in his arms, surprised—but not shocked. You knew how much Luffy loved you. It was in every action, every grin, every time he let you wear his straw hat without flinching. He didn’t do possessive. Not often.

But this?

This was different.

“She’s my wife,” Luffy said again, slower this time. “I married her. We promised. When we were kids. And I’m not sharing.”

Sanji looked genuinely heartbroken.

“But you never said—”

“I didn’t know I needed to,” Luffy said, squeezing his arms around your waist. “You didn’t ask.”

You leaned your head against his.

“She’s the funniest girl in the world,” he added. “And the prettiest. She makes me laugh all the time. She makes me feel like I can fight a million bad guys if she’s cheering for me. She smells nice. Her feet are cold but I like when she puts them on my legs at night. Her voice makes my brain quiet. And she’s mine. So stop trying to steal her.”

Sanji looked like he might cry again.

You blinked, cheeks warm.

“…I thought I was the one who gets poetic,” you whispered, stunned.

Luffy just grinned. “You rub off on me.”

From that moment on, Luffy was—how to put it? More... Luffy. But with a bite.

He started holding your hand more often. Pulling you into his lap even when you were just trying to read. Giving Sanji death glares if he offered you juice. Refusing to leave you out of his hugs, tugging you with him even when stretching to another ship.

Zoro clocked it first.

“He’s gone full territorial.”

Chopper nodded, concerned. “Should we… sedate him?”

Robin smirked. “It’s fascinating. Like a monkey guarding a precious fruit.”

“He is a monkey,” Nami muttered.

You didn’t mind. You were used to clingy, squishy Luffy. This was just a possessive, competitive version of that.

And honestly?

You kinda liked it.

It was nice, being claimed by someone who didn’t want anything from you but your smile. Nice, knowing that to him, you were everything.

Still, you kissed Sanji on the cheek one night, just to tease. He immediately fainted.

Luffy sulked for the rest of the evening, hiding under your shirt like a ticked-off blanket.

“Mine,” he muttered. “Yours,” you agreed, playing with his hair. “Forever.” “Since we were seven.” “Spit handshake and all.” “Grossest wedding proposal in history.” “Best wedding proposal in history.”

You snorted, wrapping your arms around his head. And outside, the rest of the crew gave up trying to understand it.

“It makes sense now,” Usopp whispered. “They’re just… stupidly in love.”

“Like really, really dumb in love,” Nami added.

Zoro nodded. “Disgusting.”

Chopper wiped a tear. “I want that one day…”

Robin flipped her book shut and sighed dreamily. “Childhood promises that lasted into adulthood… how romantic.”

Franky wept.

Brook wrote another ballad.

Sanji cooked in tragic silence.

And Luffy? He held you tighter. Always did. Always would.

--

t started subtly.

You were mid-fight—some nameless island goons talking big and swinging bigger—and you kicked one square in the chest, sending him flying into a fruit stand.

Luffy, fists at his sides, beamed proudly from the edge of the battlefield and yelled:

“THAT’S MY WIFE!”

The Straw Hats all froze for a half-second.

“Did… did he just—?” Usopp squinted.

“Yep,” Zoro grunted, slicing through two thugs. “Keep count.”

It didn’t stop.

Every time you threw a punch, landed a clean sweep, or flipped someone over your shoulder, Luffy would yell it like it was the ultimate battle cry.

“That’s my WIFE!” “She’s SO COOL!” “You see that?! My wife did that!!”

You stabbed a pirate’s weapon out of his hand mid-lunge. Luffy, from a rooftop: “MARRY ME AGAIN!!!”

You grabbed two guys by their collars and headbutted them into each other. Luffy, starry-eyed: “THAT’S HER!! THAT’S MY GIRL!! MY WIFE!!”

“Can he not,” Sanji hissed under his breath as he roundhouse-kicked someone.

“He can and he will,” Nami said, blocking with her staff. “I think he’s even prouder of her fighting skills than his own.”

Robin chuckled. “I find it endearing. He’s fully committed.”

“Too committed,” Zoro grunted, parrying a blade. “I’ve heard him shout that line eight times and the fight’s only halfway done.”

Chopper was practically vibrating with joy. “She’s so cool, though!”

“We know, Chopper.” “Luffy knows.” “The whole damn island knows now!”

The final blow of that skirmish?

You jump-spun over a cannon, kicked a guy in the jaw mid-air, and landed without a stumble.

Luffy actually screamed. Dropped to his knees like he’d just watched a divine miracle. “THAT’S MY WIIIIIIIFE—!!!”

A flock of startled seagulls flew off a nearby roof. The townspeople who had hidden inside started clapping. Franky cried. Sanji threw his cigarette into the dirt in dramatic despair. Zoro turned around and walked away like this was not his circus.

Back on the Sunny, bruised and bandaged and full of post-battle stew, the teasing didn’t stop.

“So, just to be clear,” Nami said, leaning her cheek on her hand, “you really like your wife.”

Luffy blinked. “Yeah?”

Robin smiled. “She’s quite skilled.”

Luffy nodded seriously. “The best. She’s funny and scary and she smells good and she’s got that move with the knee thing that goes bam! and—”

You smushed a pillow in his face mid-ramble. “Okay okay okay, I get it.”

He peeled it off, face pink but grinning. “You’re my wife.”

“Yes, Luffy. That is a fact.”

“My wife,” he repeated smugly.

“And we all know it now,” Usopp groaned from his hammock. “Loud and clear.”

Later that week, the crew split up to take on different pirate squads. You took the left flank.

When your group regrouped, Luffy jogged back, covered in soot and laughing.

“Did you see what she did?!”

Zoro sighed. “Yes, Luffy. We saw. You yelled ‘that’s my wife’ six times, two of which she wasn’t even in the frame.”

“But she was there!” Luffy argued. “I felt it. The air changed.”

Nami stared flatly. “You also shouted it when Sanji landed a high kick.”

Luffy tilted his head. “He kicked like (Y/N) does sometimes. I got confused.”

Sanji fumed. “You compared me to your wife?! I—!”

“I mean it as a compliment!!” Luffy beamed.

Eventually?

It became a Straw Hat inside joke.

Franky started building a sound system that played “THAT’S MY WIFE!” on command. Usopp started taking bets on how many times Luffy would shout it per battle. Robin offered to count them out loud. Chopper made a badge that said “Wife of the Captain (Certified Cool)” and insisted you wear it during island visits.

And Luffy?

He never stopped.

Didn’t care if it was a tavern scuffle or a full-scale war.

If you landed a punch?

If you flipped someone over your shoulder?

If you so much as raised an eyebrow and a whole navy soldier fainted?

Luffy, beaming like you’d just turned into the sun:

“THAT’S MY WIFE!!!”

And honestly?

You kinda loved it.

---

It began as mockery. (As most things on the Sunny did.)

The next battle was a chaotic scrap in a busy port town—clashing blades, smoke, screams, your knee in someone’s gut. A typical Tuesday.

Luffy, balanced on a rooftop, grinned wide as you body-checked a pirate into a market stall and bellowed:

“THAT’S MY WIFE!!”

And this time, without missing a beat—

“THAT’S HIS WIFE!” —came from Zoro, ducking a sword swing.

“HIS WIFE!” —Usopp echoed, hanging upside-down from a balcony.

“MARRIED TO HIM!!” —Nami yelled, smacking someone with her staff.

“SHE IS, IN FACT, HIS LEGAL SPOUSE!!” —Franky, tears in his eyes, while launching someone into orbit.

Luffy blinked. Paused mid-arm stretch. Then let out a giddy, sunbeam laugh that rattled the tiles beneath his feet.

“…You guys noticed!!”

After that, it became a thing.

Every time Luffy yelled “That’s my wife!” (which was often), the crew would chime in with increasingly ridiculous affirmations.

You knocked someone out with one punch?

Luffy: “That’s my wife!!” Crew: “CONFIRMED!!!” “TIED THE KNOT, BABY!” “RING ON HER FINGER, NAME ON THE PAPER!”

You swung down from a rooftop and roundhouse kicked two goons at once?

Luffy, practically levitating: “THAT’S MY WIIIIIFE—!!” Crew chorus: “HIS SPOUSE!!” “HIS RIDE OR DIE!!” “THE MISSUS!”

Luffy ate it up.

The first time it happened, he was confused. His head tilted, a soft “Huh?” slipping out as he processed the call-and-response echoing around the battlefield. But then he grinned so hard it looked like his face might split in half.

He was delighted.

Later that night, Luffy plopped beside you on the deck, still laughing.

“They’re all sayin’ it now!” he said, wiggling with joy. “I yell it and they yell it too! It’s like… our move!”

You, calmly sipping water and icing a scraped knuckle, nodded. “It is technically a fact.”

Luffy blinked at you. “Only technically?”

“Well, you’re not wrong. I am your wife.”

He lit up like a lantern. “You like when I say it, right?”

You shrugged. “I don’t mind. You’re proud. It’s cute.”

“I am proud,” he said, leaning in to nuzzle your cheek with a wide, sleepy grin. “You’re my favorite thing.”

Robin passed behind you both, murmuring with a smile, “That’s his wife.”

Luffy squealed in delight.

You didn’t react.

Because again: it was just a fact.

he next island brought new enemies, and with them:

Luffy: “THAT’S MY WIFE!!” Crew: “HIS BELOVED!” “FIRST LADY OF THE PIRATE KINGDOM!” “MRS. STRAW HAT!”

Someone once tried to flirt with you in a tavern.

Luffy didn’t notice at first. But then—

“Back off, dude, that’s his WIFE.” —Zoro, dragging the guy away by his collar.

“Like, legally and spiritually,” Usopp added from under the table.

Luffy blinked, confused. “Huh? Who—? Oh, yeah. She is.”

Cue smug arm-wrapping. Cue chest-puffing. Cue a full twenty-minute explanation of your wedding under a Foosha tree that no one asked for.

You just sipped your drink. Neutral.

Still technically true.

One day, while you were in the middle of high-kicking a bounty hunter off a staircase, a random civilian watching from afar whispered:

“…That’s his wife, right?”

“Yeah,” Chopper said from the bushes, full of pride. “She is.”

And in the distance, Luffy yelled it again.

“THAT’S MY WIIIIIIIFE—!!!”

And the whole crew, in sync, arms raised:

“YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

You just sighed.

“...Honestly, it could be worse.”

[hummingbird24220]

Ahhhhhh!! Iv been loving your x reader oneshots ESPECIALLY the platonic ones, their like slice of life fics which aren’t rlly common in x readers.

Anyways, just wanted to put a request in for another daycare fic? Maybe instead of the crew being aged down perhaps the reader is? You can choose the tone of the fic but I was thinking maybe this is a good chance for some background lore or angst?🤔🤔

Like younger reader could be completely opposite from their normal self? Instead of the confident and loud reader everybody’s used too shes instead mute, skittish and always asking permission to do ANYTHING

Idk just a thought, u have entire creative freedom over this if u want to take the request! Hope you’re having a good day/night!

Yes! Sorry it took so long to upload! It got lost in my drafts! im doing a spring (summer) clean at the moment, so hope to get a lot more out!

This ended up being more angsty than intended, and i deleted an entire scene cause it felt too angsty for the scenario.

Hope you like it <3

Daycare Dawn Part 3

One Piece x Reader

It happened during lunch.

One second you were joking with Sanji over a plate of grilled fish, and the next—

FLASH.

That same goddamn light. That same goddamn Devil Fruit user, back from orbit like a vengeful comet.

“GOT YOU THIS TIME!!” he screamed mid-air.

And you?

You barely had time to stand before the light struck your chest—and the world blurred.

Sanji screamed your name. Luffy launched into the air so fast the Sunny tilted.

One gum-gum punch later, the fruit user was gone again—launched straight into the sun this time.

But the damage?

It was already done.

When the smoke cleared, the crew turned slowly, anxiously, to where you’d been.

And there, standing in the same spot with your shirt now drooping over a much tinier frame…

Was a little girl.

No older than eight.

You blinked up at them. Wide-eyed. Silent.

Robin stepped forward carefully. “...Sweetheart?”

You flinched.

A barely-noticeable twitch, like a leaf reacting to wind.

But they all saw it.

“(Y/N)?” Nami asked, voice gentle.

You didn’t answer. Just looked around like you weren’t sure if you were allowed.

And then, in the smallest voice imaginable:

“...Can I sit?”

“Of course,” Nami rushed to say. “You don’t have to ask—”

You sat down instantly. Back straight. Hands folded in your lap. Eyes cast downward like you were afraid of being scolded.

The silence was suffocating.

They kept waiting for you to bounce back. To laugh. To throw something at Luffy. To ask for snacks or tease Zoro or drag Chopper into a game.

But you didn’t.

Not that day.

Or the next.

You only spoke when spoken to. Never interrupted. Never yelled.

You tiptoed around the ship like a guest, not a crewmate.

You didn’t eat unless directly told to. And even then… only a few bites. You apologized after every sip of water. You bowed your head when anyone raised their voice—even in joy.

You flinched when Usopp tried to high-five you.

He dropped his hand, heart breaking. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—”

“I-It’s okay,” you whispered, eyes down. “I was just surprised. I shouldn’t have moved away.”

“Don’t say that,” Usopp said instantly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You nodded, but didn’t believe it.

Sanji served you pancakes the next morning, heart in his throat, only for you to whisper, “Thank you, sir,” and wait—just wait—staring at the plate until he nodded.

Only then did you take a bite.

Tiny. Careful.

Like someone was going to take it away.

“She’s not just smaller,” Robin said quietly, later that night. “She’s… regressed. This is her at eight years old. The real her.”

“No way,” Luffy muttered, sitting upside down on the ceiling beam.

Zoro stared out the window, jaw tense. “She acts like she’s afraid to exist.”

Chopper’s ears drooped. “I didn’t know she was… like that. Back then.”

“She’s always been the loudest one here,” Usopp murmured. “The most confident. The kindest. She… she never told us.”

Sanji sat at the table, silent. A full cup of tea growing cold in front of him.

He finally whispered: “What the hell did they do to her?”

No one answered.

Because none of them wanted to say the quiet thing out loud—

That the brave, bright, wildhearted version of you they all adored?

Was something you became.

Not something you started as.

You had grown into joy.

You had fought for confidence.

And underneath it all… this had always been there. This little girl, so quiet and unsure. The ghost of who you used to be.

And it broke every one of them.

That night, you sat alone on the deck, knees hugged to your chest, staring at the sea like it held answers.

You hadn’t asked for a blanket, but someone had left one beside you.

You hadn’t asked for tea, but there was a cup now sitting quietly near your feet, still warm.

And then—you heard soft steps.

You turned.

Luffy.

He plopped down beside you, cross-legged, silent for once.

You waited for him to speak.

He didn’t.

He just reached out, slowly, carefully, and offered his hand—palm up.

Not reaching to touch you. Not trying to take.

Just offering.

You stared.

Then, after a long moment… you reached out and placed your tiny hand in his.

And held on.

Luffy looked out over the sea.

“We’re gonna fix this,” he said. “Promise.”

You didn’t answer.

But you didn’t let go.

And that?

That was enough.

---

You didn’t mean to cling.

You didn’t mean to.

But you’d wake up on the ship and feel too small. Too wrong. Too much.

And then Luffy would walk by.

And your feet would carry you after him like it was instinct.

Like his coat hem was an anchor in a storm.

You didn’t say anything when you gripped the edge of it, fingers curled tight in red fabric, your body half-hidden behind his back.

But Luffy never questioned it.

He just adjusted his stance to shield you a little more.

It became a routine.

The crew would gather.

You’d stay close to Luffy—right behind him, peeking out, tiny hand still holding the corner of his coat like your life depended on it.

You weren’t sure why.

Only that when he was near, you could breathe.

Luffy didn’t coddle you. Didn’t speak down to you.

He just was.

And his “was” felt safe.

You didn’t talk much, but you listened. You began to understand that these people were still your nakama. They were loud, yes. Rough, chaotic—but not cruel. Never cruel.

You even started talking to Chopper a little again. Robin too. Quiet voices, small smiles.

But the fear? That never really left.

Dinner on the fourth night brought something new.

Something small, but earth-shattering in its own quiet way.

You’d shuffled into the galley, still tucked half behind Luffy. Your eyes flicked across the table as everyone set food down—

And then stopped.

Sanji.

His smile was warm, gentle as ever. But in his hand—

A lit cigarette.

And your body reacted before your mind did.

A full-body flinch.

You shrank back so fast you hit the wall.

You didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. But your breathing stuttered and your eyes went wide—locked on the glowing orange tip like it was a brand.

The entire crew noticed.

Sanji froze.

The cigarette dropped from his lips.

He caught it clumsily and stubbed it out on the wall immediately, muttering something under his breath.

You didn’t hear him. You were already curled up tight.

Luffy turned, crouched beside you. “Hey. You okay?”

You nodded quickly.

Too quickly.

No one believed it.

After that, Sanji didn’t smoke around you again.

No one told him to stop.

He just… did.

He still didn’t know why.

But every time he caught you looking at a lighter like it was about to lunge at you—he felt sick.

That night, you sat at dinner, untouched plate in front of you. The crew spoke softly around you, but you barely registered it.

Eventually, you spoke. So quiet it almost didn’t reach them.

“I’m sorry.”

Forks paused mid-air.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” you said, staring at the table. “I know Sanji-san likes to smoke. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. It was selfish.”

Sanji’s chair scraped back. “Don’t say that.”

“I understand if there’s punishment,” you added quickly. “You can hit me. I can take it. I promise I won’t cry.”

Silence.

Chopper’s hooves dropped his spoon.

Usopp’s eyes went wide.

Zoro sat up straight. Robin’s book fell shut.

Even Brook stopped strumming.

Only Nami spoke, her voice sharp—shaking.

“Punishment?”

You curled in on yourself. “It’s okay. I’m used to it.”

That’s when Robin’s voice, so often calm and elegant, trembled:

“(Y/N)… who told you to expect punishment for being afraid?”

You didn’t answer.

Her hands were folded in front of her, knuckles white.

“Who hurt you?” she asked, even softer now.

Your eyes stayed locked on the table.

You whispered, “My… my parents.”

You took a shaky breath.

“No. Not parents. They said that was too kind.”

You licked your lips. “They called themselves owners.”

Sanji’s face twisted.

You kept going. Monotone. Detached. Like it wasn’t even you speaking.

“They didn’t like when I cried. Or asked questions. I wasn’t supposed to make noise. Just follow orders. I learned to ask permission. Even to eat.”

Your eyes flicked to Sanji—then down again.

“They smoked a lot. If I did something wrong… they’d burn me.”

Zoro’s hand was gripping the table edge hard enough to crack it.

Nami had her head in her hands, shoulders shaking.

Robin’s eyes glistened.

“And other things,” you whispered. “Things I don’t want to say. I just… I learned that being quiet meant being safe.”

Silence.

And then—

Sanji stood up so fast his chair slammed over.

He walked straight out the galley, fists clenched.

No one stopped him.

You turned, small and lost.

“Did I say something bad?”

Luffy stood behind you now, his hand resting gently on your head.

“No,” he said, voice lower than you’d ever heard. “Not at all.”

You stared at the table, eyes glassy. “I didn’t want to ruin dinner.”

“You didn’t,” Robin said, voice thick. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

Usopp leaned in. “You didn’t deserve any of that. Ever.”

“I know,” you whispered.

But the way you said it told them you didn’t believe it yet.

Luffy knelt beside your chair, pressing his forehead to yours.

“We’re not them,” he said simply. “We’ll never be them.”

And for the first time since becoming a child again…

You started to believe it.

--

You went to bed without eating dessert.

A sin, by Sanji’s standards. But he hadn’t said anything. Not after coming back from wherever he’d stormed off to, red-eyed and too quiet.

He’d simply placed the plate in front of you—something warm and sweet-smelling with caramel drizzle and powdered sugar.

But your appetite had vanished, crushed under the weight of your own words.

You had ruined dinner. Made everyone cry. Made Sanji leave. Made Robin’s hands tremble and Luffy's jaw tighten.

And so, you apologized—softly, robotically. And excused yourself.

The dessert sat untouched.

The whole night, not a single crewmember left the hallway outside your door.

You didn’t expect to wake up changed.

Didn’t feel the magic swirl or see a bright flash.

You just… opened your eyes.

And your limbs were long again.

Your clothes were too tight, stretched from shrunken days.

You sat up slowly, looking at your hands.

Your grown-up hands.

Then down at your legs. Your arms.

Back again.

But your chest still ached.

And your heart was too full. Too exposed.

The galley was warm and full of voices when you stepped in.

Smells of toast, eggs, sea salt, and citrus drifted through the air.

You stood awkwardly in the doorway, unsure what to do with your arms. You looked like a stranger in your own skin.

Chopper turned first.

He froze.

The juice box slipped from his hoof.

“(Y/N)…?”

You offered him a sheepish little wave. “Hey, buddy.”

And then he ran.

Threw himself into you full-force, arms wrapped tight around your waist.

You staggered slightly—but caught him easily.

He clung to you, trembling, his little voice muffled against your shirt.

“You’re back,” he sobbed. “You’re really back.”

You smiled gently, threading your fingers through his fur.

“I’m back.”

Robin stood slowly. “You remember everything?”

You nodded.

Everyone stared.

And then—

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly. “I, uh… I didn’t mean to—trauma dump at dinner. That wasn’t on the menu.”

You tried to laugh.

It didn’t quite stick.

Sanji turned away slightly, wiping something from under his eye.

Zoro mumbled something into his sake that sounded suspiciously like “dumbass.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Usopp said, voice firm. “You just… showed us something real.”

Franky added, “You let us see the whole you.”

Brook raised a mug. “The most soulful version yet, yohoho.”

Luffy stood slowly, his face unreadable for a moment.

Then he walked over and pressed his hand to your shoulder.

“You’re still you,” he said. “Even when you’re small. Even when you’re scared.”

You looked at him, throat tight.

“I didn’t mean to scare you all.”

“You didn’t,” Nami said, standing beside you now. “You made us understand you better.”

Chopper nodded fiercely, still holding onto you. “I love every version of you.”

Robin smiled. “And we’ll protect every version, too.”

Sanji finally turned, offering you a cup of coffee with slightly shaking hands.

“Breakfast?” he asked softly.

You smiled, eyes glassy.

“Only if I can have that dessert I skipped.”

The crew laughed. Light returned to the room like sunrise.

You sat down at the table—your table—with your family.

Not broken. Not burdened.

Just… held.

Exactly as you were.

[hummingbird24220]

Hello, I hope you're doing well! I loved your daycare dawn fic, it was so cute and chaotic!

So my request sort of plays off of the aged down genre but this time it may be a little more domestic and it's a (pre-established relationship) Monster Trio x Reader fic where the age down devil fruit user strikes again, vengeful that Reader wasn't affected by their power last time, so they use a more concentrated beam directed towards them but Chopper noticed and pushed them out of the way.

Now the crew has to deal with a toddler!chopper and since he saved Reader; they take the lead on his care.

Seeing how attentive and soft Reader is to Chopper makes the Monster Trio wonder what life would be like if they had their own little family with them.

so pretty much tooth rotting fluff 😋🥰🫶🏾

p.s - I could totally see luffy blurting out to reader (after chopper regrows) "Let's have a kid" straight faced

Yes! Absolutely. This is more 'implied' monster trio x reader - everyone feels but nothing is actually going on kinda thing. i wanted to do more parts with this idea and didn't want to jump to a pairing (or a poly). I hope you like it though! And im sorry it took so long to upload! It got lost in my drafts! I wanted to call this Daycare Dusk but i think i would run out of times of day if i make this a longer series :x

Daycare Dawn Part 2

One Piece x Reader – Toddler!Chopper Edition

It started with a peaceful morning.

Which, in hindsight, should have been your first clue that the universe was about to do something deeply unhinged.

The sun was shining. The ship was clean. There were no sandwich crusts on the ceiling. You’d had coffee—hot, uninterrupted, not-jelly-infused coffee—and Luffy hadn’t launched himself off the ship even once.

You should’ve known. You should’ve known.

The second the weird guy from the last island reappeared—Devil Fruit user, way too many ruffles on his outfit, and a personal vendetta against your sanity—you were already groaning.

“You again?” you deadpanned, standing at the rail.

“I WAS EMBARRASSED!” he shrieked, pointing a gloved hand at you. “Everyone turned into children except YOU! You think you’re SPECIAL?!”

Zoro sighed, hand on his sword. “Here we go.”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, dude. No hard feelings, but I had to clean jam out of the electrical room. I suffered too.”

“Oh, you’ll suffer now!” he howled, raising a new and definitely more concentrated looking ray-gun thing made of shell and bone and glowing evil purple light. “Try being a baby, you smug adult!”

“Whoa—okay, that’s uncalled for—!”

The world blurred.

Then paused.

Then spun violently as a tiny figure shoved into you from the side.

You hit the deck hard—but not alone.

Because Chopper—sweet, brave, sometimes-too-soft Chopper—had tackled you out of the way.

And took the full blast.

The light exploded like fireworks.

When it faded…

You sat up, dazed.

“…Chopper?”

There was a sniffle.

A high-pitched, warbly sniffle.

And there, sitting in the middle of the deck, blinking up at you with the biggest, watery eyes known to any living creature—

Was a toddler.

Round. Fluffy. Hoofed. Wearing his doctor’s coat like a dress and looking extremely confused.

“…Up?” he asked softly.

You blinked.

“Oh no.”

An hour later, the chaos had been contained.

The Devil Fruit user had been launched into the stratosphere (courtesy of one Luffy Punch™), and the crew was gathered in the galley, staring down at the latest disaster like it was a bomb with fuzzy ears.

Tiny Toddler Chopper sat in your lap, clutching your shirt and blinking sleepily up at you. His antlers were stubby, his nose was still the same soft blue, and he had jam on his cheek from something. You didn’t know where the jam came from.

You didn’t ask.

“We can fix this, right?” you asked, gently wiping his face.

Robin looked over her notes. “It appears to be a stronger, more direct regression. It may wear off like last time.”

Sanji crouched beside you, hands on his knees, eyes suspiciously shiny. “He saved you, (Y/N).”

“He’s a hero,” you murmured, hugging him close. “A tiny, squishy, plushy hero.”

Chopper let out a little squeal and buried his face in your chest. “HUNGY,” he declared.

Sanji sprang into action so fast he left behind a dust trail. “ON IT.”

You looked around at the others.

Zoro was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. He hadn’t said a word, but he hadn’t stopped watching you since you sat down with Chopper.

Luffy was upside down on the couch, smiling softly. “He really likes you.”

“I’m the only one he recognizes right now,” you said.

“No,” Luffy replied. “He really likes you.”

Caring for toddler Chopper was… an experience.

He could walk—but only for about five minutes before raising his arms and demanding, “Uppie.”

He could eat—but only if you made animal sounds to go with the spoon.

He could talk—but most of his words were slight variations of ow, hungy, no nap, and 'gain? (which meant he wanted to hear the duck song again).

He drooled. He giggled. He accidentally turned into Guard Point while snuggling and suffocated you for five terrifying seconds.

But he was so cute.

You carried him around in a sling you sewed together with Robin’s help, his tiny head resting on your shoulder. You bathed him, fed him, sang to him, played peekaboo on the deck and held his hooves when he stumbled through the garden.

The others watched you like you were casting a spell.

“You’re staring,” Sanji muttered.

Zoro grunted, not taking his eyes off you as you gently brushed Chopper’s fur with a tiny, carved comb. “Just… watching.”

Luffy sat on the floor beside them, chewing gum and tilting his head. “She’s really good at that.”

Sanji nodded. “She didn’t even flinch when he puked on her.”

“She cooed,” Zoro said, flatly. “I heard her say, ‘aw, that’s okay baby, everyone yaks.’ Who does that?”

“…I wanna yak and see if she says it to me,” Luffy muttered.

Zoro elbowed him.

From the deck, Chopper squealed, “UPPIE!”

You lifted him into the air, spun him around, and blew raspberries on his belly as he shrieked with laughter.

Sanji sighed quietly.

“Bet she’d make a good mom.”

Zoro shot him a glance.

Sanji flushed. “I said bet. Not saying anything. Just saying.”

Luffy, upside down again, chimed in: “We should keep her.”

“She’s already crew,” Zoro snapped.

“Yeah, but like—forever. Forever-forever,” Luffy replied, flipping and flopping next to them. “She’s got that… mom energy. Like Makino. But funnier. And louder.”

“She made Chopper a whole dinosaur onesie yesterday,” Sanji added. “He won’t take it off. He growled at me during breakfast.”

“And she growled back,” Zoro said. “She’s insane.”

“She’s perfect,” Sanji corrected.

They all went quiet again as you kissed Chopper’s forehead and tucked him into a blanket fort made from your coat.

Luffy whispered: “I think my heart’s doing a thing.”

“You too?” Sanji mumbled.

Zoro crossed his arms tighter. “Shut up.”

Later that night, after another round of lullabies, you finally tucked Chopper into your bed (you’d given up your hammock three days ago), and curled beside him while he snored softly into your shoulder.

You brushed his fur back gently and smiled, eyes soft.

Outside the door, the Monster Trio sat on the floor in silence.

“She’s gonna break our hearts,” Sanji muttered.

Zoro nodded slowly.

“Worth it,” Luffy whispered. ----

Three days.

It had been three whole days since Chopper was blasted back to toddlerhood, and somewhere along the line… you just kind of became the mom.

Not in name. Not officially. But in spirit?

In every bone of your body? Yeah. You were deep in the Mom Trenches now.

And breakfast was war.

“Okay, sweetpea,” you murmured gently, crouching beside your bed-head toddler with a plastic spoon in hand. “Here comes the sea king… vroom vroom… open up for the sea king~”

Chopper scowled at you from his perch in the high chair Franky had built out of scrap metal and a chair leg.

“No banana,” he said firmly.

“It’s mushed banana,” you countered, bouncing the spoon like it had hydraulics. “Look—he’s got a cool voice now. Vrreeeeeeeeeowwwwwwwmm!”

“No—!”

You smushed the banana into his mouth mid-whine.

He blinked.

Chewed.

Then squealed, flapping his tiny hooves and giggling like a helium balloon that had learned joy.

“’gain!” he chirped, mouth still full.

You grinned. “See? You do like banana.”

“NO BANANA!” he shouted around a smile.

From the table, there was the unmistakable sound of three adult men dying simultaneously.

Zoro had dropped his rice.

Sanji was bent forward with a hand over his mouth like he’d been punched in the chest.

Luffy had collapsed face-first into his toast and was sobbing into the crusts.

“She’s too powerful,” Sanji wheezed.

“She’s weaponized breakfast,” Zoro muttered.

“I wanna be a banana,” Luffy whispered.

You looked up, blinking. “...What?”

“Nothing!” they all screamed in harmony.

Later that day, the ship was golden with sunshine.

Brook’s violin drifted over the deck like wind-chimes, sweet and light as a lullaby, and you—well.

You were dancing.

Sort of.

Chopper stood between your feet, hooves grasped gently in your hands, as the two of you bobbed up and down in the softest, silliest, slowest dance known to man. Your knees bent rhythmically. He squeaked in joy each time you bounced him. His little hat tilted sideways as you spun him once, twice, three times—until he got dizzy and belly-laughed.

“Again?” you asked, smiling.

“’gain!” he cheered.

You spun him again.

The crew was paralyzed.

Nami, peeking over her sunglasses, stared from her lounge chair like she was watching a soap opera.

Usopp was muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “I’m not crying, I’m not crying, I have allergies.”

Franky was halfway through building a stage labeled ‘(Y/N)’S TINY DANCE SHOWCASE OF LOVE’.

But the Monster Trio?

Wrecked.

Sanji, clutching a towel and a basket of laundry, was halfway through folding a shirt and hadn’t moved in seven minutes.

Zoro, trying to stretch with his weights, had dropped one on his foot and didn’t even flinch.

Luffy was lying belly-down on the deck like a sea lion, chin on his hands, just staring.

“She’s doing it again,” Sanji whispered.

“She’s dancing,” Zoro said, like he’d seen God.

“She’s bopping,” Luffy corrected. “Look. Bops.”

You gently bounced Chopper one more time, and he threw his head back in glee. Then he looked up at you, eyes wide, and said it:

“UPPIES.”

You didn’t even hesitate. Just swooped him up onto your hip with practiced ease, one hand under his butt, the other still holding his hoof, and kept dancing—rocking side to side as his cheek squished against yours.

“Uppies granted,” you whispered.

He laughed so hard he hiccupped.

Sanji made a noise like a tea kettle boiling.

Zoro dropped his sword.

Luffy fell off the side of the ship and had to be caught mid-air by Robin, who sighed and held him like a sack of potatoes.

“She’s doing it on purpose,” Zoro hissed. “She has to be.”

“No one’s that maternal by accident,” Sanji choked.

“Do you think she’d adopt us?” Luffy asked faintly.

Zoro stared at him. “We’re adults.”

“Speak for yourself,” Luffy mumbled, eyes wide as you blew a raspberry on Chopper’s belly and made him giggle-snort so loud it echoed off the sails.

That night, the crew gathered for dinner, and you wore Chopper in the sling across your chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He’d fallen asleep after you read him a picture book and now snored lightly against your heart, his hoof curled in the collar of your shirt.

You ate with one hand.

Wiped his drool with a napkin.

Didn’t even blink when Luffy tried to sneak extra meat onto your plate and Chopper stirred.

You just gently patted his back and whispered, “Shh, baby boy. You’re okay.”

Everyone was silent.

Then Sanji cleared his throat and stood up.

“I need to go… um… make dessert,” he said, definitely not sniffling.

Zoro abruptly left for “training.”

Luffy went to “watch the stars,” but really just stood behind the mast and hugged it like it was a tree of emotional stability.

And you?

You just tucked Chopper in for the night, kissed his forehead, and whispered:

“You’re safe, baby deer.”

And the crew?

Well.

They were doomed. ---

It happened on the seventh day.

You blinked blearily as sunlight filtered through the galley windows. Your back ached (again), your hair was probably a disaster, and you were this close to naming your under-eye bags.

But that wasn’t what made you pause.

No.

It was the very solid, very grown-up voice that whispered near your shoulder.

“…(Y/N)?”

You froze.

Then turned.

And found regular-sized Chopper sitting at the kitchen table, legs swinging, half-eaten apple in one hoof, and his hat perfectly balanced between his ears like nothing had happened.

He blinked up at you. “Good morning!”

You stared.

He tilted his head. “...You okay?”

Still silent.

Then—

You screamed.

“YOU’RE BIG AGAIN!!”

You launched forward, tackling him into the biggest hug in medical history. Chopper made a wheezing noise and dropped his apple as you squished his fuzzy cheeks and pressed frantic kisses to his head.

“You’re okay! You’re huge again! You’re not a baby!”

Chopper flailed, blushing furiously. “Stop! You’re embarrassing me!!”

“I changed your diapers!!”

“YOU DID NOT—!!”

You grinned at him, slightly breathless. “You’re back. Oh my god. You’re back.”

He nodded, slowly. Then looked down at his hooves. “Yeah. I remember everything. Even the banana plane.” ----

You choked out a laugh.

“I, um…” Chopper rubbed the back of his head, cheeks pink. “I… still kinda feel like you’re my mom now?”

You blinked.

“I know you’re not!!” he added quickly, panicking. “I know! But, like. My brain is confused! You tucked me in and fed me and said 'sweetpea' and I—I—”

You softened instantly. “Hey. That’s okay.”

Chopper looked up at you, teary-eyed. “I love you.”

Your heart exploded. “I love you too.”

He threw himself at you again, hugging tight. You buried your face in his hat and let yourself be soft for just a moment longer.

And that’s when it happened.

From the doorway, the entire crew stared in stunned silence.

Robin smiled warmly. Brook dabbed at imaginary tears. Franky gave a shaky thumbs up.

Usopp was biting a pillow.

Nami was openly crying.

Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy?

Ruined.

Sanji had leaned halfway against the wall, arms folded, eyes locked on the way your hand cradled the back of Chopper’s head.

Zoro was holding a dish towel like he wasn’t sure whether to wipe a plate or his own tears.

And Luffy—dear, direct, unfiltered Luffy—just tilted his head, blinked once, and said:

“Let’s have a kid.”

Everything stopped.

Like, everything.

The ship. The waves. Possibly time itself.

Chopper’s head slowly turned toward his captain.

Sanji dropped a fork.

Zoro dropped his soul.

You blinked.

“…I’m sorry, what?”

Luffy stared at you, dead serious. “You were sad he wasn’t a baby anymore. So let’s have a kid. You can keep one.”

There were several noises from the crew:

Nami’s sharp gasp.

Usopp’s faint scream.

Brook's violin string snapping in real time.

Sanji physically launched himself backward into a wall.

Zoro whispered, “What the hell did he just say?” like he was asking a ghost for help.

You, meanwhile, were trying very hard not to turn into a puddle of embarrassment.

“LUFFY!!” you shouted, face on fire. “Y-you can’t just say stuff like that!!”

“Why not?” he asked, confused. “You’d be good at it.”

“I—I—I’m not—!”

“Not what?” he blinked. “You were a good mom to Chopper. You could do it again. With a baby this time.”

“LUFFY—!!”

You looked like you were about to explode, but Luffy had already wandered over to the fridge to get meat, completely unbothered.

Zoro looked like he aged 10 years. “He doesn’t even know what he just did.”

Sanji lit a cigarette with trembling hands. “He bypassed flirting and went straight to long-term co-parenting. I can’t—”

Chopper stood awkwardly in the middle of the chaos, rubbing his face.

“I just wanted an apple,” he muttered.

You pressed both hands to your cheeks and groaned into your palms.

But behind all the fluster, there was a glow in your chest you couldn’t quite shake.

You weren’t sure what it meant.

Only that Luffy had meant it.

Straight-faced. No games. Just a declaration.

And it stuck with you for the rest of the day. -----

You thought it was over.

You thought the baby conversation would blow over like everything else on the Sunny: quick, chaotic, and eventually smothered by snacks and some mid-deck explosions.

You were wrong.

Very, very wrong.

It started innocently enough. Breakfast. Toast. Sunshine.

Then Luffy—knife in one hand, jam in the other—blurted, with absolutely no preamble:

“Still think we should have a kid.”

Silence.

The toast stopped toasting. The tea stopped steeping. Your soul stopped living.

You turned very slowly to look at him.

He blinked. “What?”

Robin set her book down. “You said that very casually, Captain.”

“I mean it,” Luffy said with a shrug. “(Y/N)’s fun. And strong. And she smells nice.”

Sanji choked on his cigarette so hard he nearly swallowed it. “EXCUSE ME?”

Zoro’s cup cracked in his hand. “The hell do you mean by that, huh?”

Luffy blinked again, still completely calm. “If she had a baby, I’d wanna be the dad. That makes sense, right?”

“NO!!” Sanji shouted, standing up so hard the chair flipped.

“Are you even qualified to be a dad?!” Usopp barked. “You thought pregnancy came from eating a watermelon seed!”

“I’ve seen you parent a sandwich,” Zoro muttered darkly. “And you lost the sandwich.”

“I didn’t lose it,” Luffy scowled. “I ate it.”

“Exactly.”

“And I,” Sanji said, slamming his palm to his chest, “would be the ideal ship dad. Kind, stylish, emotionally intelligent—”

“You cried because your soup didn’t come out pretty,” Zoro muttered.

“THAT WAS A DELICATE BROTH.”

Robin stirred her tea. “If this continues, I will assign everyone mandatory parenting books.”

Franky leaned in from the window. “I ALREADY BUILT A BABY SADDLE.”

Brook plucked a gentle string. “And I composed a lullaby just in case!”

You sat in the corner, completely deadpan, watching your crew—your grown crew—argue over fatherhood rights to a child that didn’t even exist.

“…So,” you said at last, monotone. “You all really wanna put a baby in me that bad?”

Silence, Round Two.

Zoro coughed and looked away. Sanji turned bright red. Usopp fainted a little.

Nami sipped her coffee, fist-bumped you under the table, and whispered, “Wreck them.”

You stood slowly.

Dramatically.

Your chair scraped back across the deck with finality.

Then, loud and clear:

“NO. BABIES.”

Your voice echoed like a canon blast.

“I am a pirate,” you continued, pointing at the floor for emphasis. “I live on a ship. I bathe in sea water. My life has exactly zero baby-proofing. I got stabbed last Tuesday.”

“You fell off the mast the day before that,” Robin added helpfully.

“Exactly. I do not want to juggle diapers, gold, enemies, and one of Luffy’s spontaneous cannon dives.”

Luffy pouted. “...But you’d be good at it.”

“No!” you snapped. “We rob people! We break into government facilities! We fight sea monsters! I wear a knife strapped to my leg!”

Sanji muttered, “...That’s hot.”

You shot him a look. “No. Babies.”

Franky held up a sign that said "Ok but consider: Super Baby."

You slapped it out of his hand.

“Guys,” you said, rubbing your temples, “this isn’t a family sitcom. We’re pirates. If anyone brings a baby on board, I will start charging rent.”

Luffy sulked into his breakfast.

Zoro took a long drink of sake and muttered, “She’s got a point.”

“I hate that she’s right,” Sanji groaned.

Robin flipped a page. “This is still my favorite argument we’ve had all month.”

Brook sighed wistfully. “I’d still like to be a grandpa. Yohoho!”

Chopper passed by with a snack and casually said, “I still see her as my mom, so maybe this counts?”

You ignored the way your heart melted a little.

You sat down again, firm, strong, determined.

And Luffy—your sweet, chaotic, completely unpredictable captain—smiled like you’d just won something.

“…Still think you’d be the best mom ever,” he mumbled.

You flushed.

Nami raised her mug. “To (Y/N): the Mom Who Said No.”

The crew cheered.

You sighed.

And under your breath, muttered:

“Take me out to dinner first, at least.”

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Hello hello!! I hope this finds you in good spirits :] could I please request a gender neutral reader x sanji where the reader has a bad relationship with food. Like they love what Sanji makes, but the way they grew up was like. Not the best. Basically they think they have to earn the right to eat and they never feel good enough to let themselves eat. They know it's irrational but everytime they do try to properly eat they feel like they're just gonna puke it back up and the thought makes them guilty because they know Sanji hates to waste food.

Sorry if this is too specific or makes you uncomfy!! Thank you so much I love your writing mwah<3

Hey! I did do a similar fic a while ago that had this same vibe. You can read it here!

[hummingbird24220]

Don’t You Mean a Robbery?

One Piece x Reader

The sun was high, the sea calm, and the Straw Hat crew in various stages of laze and snack mode around the Sunny’s deck.

You, however, were on a mission.

You strutted up to the table, ignoring Sanji’s yell of “Hey! Those are for lunch!” as you plucked a single hotdog sausage from the platter. It flopped slightly in your hand. Perfect.

Across the deck, Zoro sat leaning against the mast, arms crossed, one eye closed. You aimed the sausage at him like a pistol and barked:

“Put your hands up! This is a mockery!”

Zoro cracked his eye open, staring at the meat tube pointed at his face. “Don’t you mean… a robbery?”

You straightened, lips curled into a grin. And in your worst, most nasal voice, you parroted:

“dOnT yOu MeAn A rObBeRy—?!”

Zoro’s eye twitched.

You took a step closer, sausage still aimed, expression unhinged.

“DoN’t YoU MeAn A rObBeRy??”

Zoro exhaled sharply, the faintest glimmer of regret for opening his mouth at all. He tried to close his eye again.

Too late.

“DoN’t YoU mEaN a RoBbErY?!?” you chanted, voice cracking with enthusiasm now. “DoNt YoU—”

SMACK.

A calloused hand met your forehead with a light but firm bap. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to reset your settings.

You blinked. The sausage wobbled in your hand.

“Better?” Zoro grumbled, leaning back again.

You slowly lowered the hotdog.

“…You assaulted a government official,” you whispered.

“I’m going to throw you overboard.”

Luffy was crying laughing on the floor. Sanji was holding back a smile as he rearranged the stolen food. Usopp looked scandalized. Chopper whispered, “Don’t hit them, they’re delicate,” to no one in particular.

Robin was sipping tea with a fond sigh. “They really bring out his patience.”

You were already crawling toward Zoro again, sausage re-aimed.

“DoOoON’t yOu MeAn—”

SMACK.

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Hide the Evidence!

One Piece x Reader

You and Sanji are in the middle of something. It was supposed to be cooking. Or prepping. Or maybe cleaning. But somehow, it had turned into Sanji balancing a carrot on his nose and you trying not to laugh your soul out of your body.

You're doubled over on the floor, wiping tears from your eyes. Sanji’s sitting on the counter, one leg up, grinning like an idiot as he watches you spiral. “Y-You look like a flamingo with a vitamin deficiency—” And that kills him.

He bursts out laughing with you, the both of you lost in the sound, voices echoing through the galley. He doesn’t even care about what was funny anymore—your laugh was enough. It’s breathless, warm, contagious.

Until—

CRASH.

A loud smash as your elbow hits a tray of plates balanced too close to the edge.

Everything freezes.

Your smile falters. Sanji goes stiff.

From across the Sunny, like a goddamn sonar-guided missile: “WHAT WAS THAT?!” Nami’s voice cuts through the air.

You and Sanji both flinch.

You look at the shattered remains. You look at Sanji. He’s sweating. You both look at the door.

“…We can fix it,” you whisper.

“We can’t fix it.”

“…Okay. New plan.”

A blur of movement later and the broken ceramic shards are shoved into the nearest hiding place—

“Luffy, stand still!” “Why are you putting stuff down my shirt?!” “Shh, it’s a vest now, you’re fashion.”

Luffy blinks, confused but unbothered, now rattling softly like a walking trash bin. He skips out of the kitchen, and you throw a towel over the mess site just as Nami storms in.

She squints.

“…What did you two do?”

Sanji lights a cigarette, cool as ice. “Nothing, my precious Nami-swan~”

You’re nodding vigorously beside him. “No plates were harmed in the making of this laugh.”

She narrows her eyes. You pray she never hugs Luffy today.

She stares… then finally sighs, muttering about idiots, and walks off.

You and Sanji let out the breath you were holding.

And then start laughing all over again.