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avocadorablepirate · 2 months ago

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hiii!!! i was wondering if you can make a fic with the one piece males dating a short reader with a massive scythe and is actually super skilled with it (bonus points if you add law) you dont have to ofcourse!! i love your work!!

Hello, hello! Of course I can do this and of course I will add Law (wouldn’t dream of leaving him out)! Thank you for requesting and I’m so happy to hear that you like my work :) 💕 I hope you like this as well. I also hope you don’t mind, but I’ve written it as headcanons with a short one shot for each of them.

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Tiny But Lethal

Pairing: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Sabo, and Ace x fem!reader

Summary: Exploring what some One Piece men would be like with a short S/O whose weapon of choice is a scythe.

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: reader is kinda made fun of for being short, some light swearing, mentions of injuries, nicknames, Luffy’s is pretty platonic, Zoro’s implies that they’re attracted to each other but not in a relationship (nothing else that I can think of, but let me know if you find anything)

Super excited to write this cause this is my first time writing something for anyone besides Law. I’ve stuck to Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Sabo, and Ace cause well, they’re some of my favourite OP men. Since this is my first time writing for most of them, I’m not really sure how well I’ve captured their personalities, and some of the headcanons/fics are pretty short, so feedback would be great. But anyway, I hope you guys like it!

Luffy

Outright calls you short as heck when he first meets you. “Damn, you’re tiny!”

Immediately asks you whether you can use your scythe to catch him some fish. He has no clue what it actually does.

Number one hype man. Constantly yelling your name from the sidelines like a proud cheerleader. But also never misses a chance to poke fun at your height.

Zero self awareness, or any awareness for that matter. So if he yeets you across a battlefield, he fully expects you to stick the landing.

Don’t even bother trying to act all dark and threatening when he’s around, man does not care and will not get the memo. “Is my tiny slicer going to pull some moves?”

He doesn’t fear you at all - but every time someone else does? He’s wheezing. “You’re scared of her?? But she’s tiny!”

xxxx

The Sunny rocked gently in the calm sea, the afternoon sun casting a warm golden glow over the deck. Laughter from the crew filtered across the ship, a peaceful lull slowly setting in. You sat leaned back against the railing, eyes closed as you drifted in and out of sleep.

“Oii Y/N~” came the singsong voice of your captain, followed by bouncy footsteps. “I’m hungry, could you catch some fish for me?”

You cracked one eye open to see Luffy looming over you, arms crossed and that stupid grin plastered on his face. He then pointed towards your scythe like it was a kitchen utensil.

“Luffy,” you deadpanned, “This is a deadly weapon, not some glorified fishing rod.”

“But it’s so big and sharp! You could easily slice a tuna or something.”

You stood up with a sigh and a roll of your eyes. “I’m not using my scythe-”

Before you could even protest, snap. Luffy’s rubber arm shot forward, coiling around your waist.

“Luffy, don’t you-!”

Too late. He launched you like a cannonball, laughing like a madman as he watched you soar across the sea.

You screamed as the wind roared in your ears, the ocean rushing up to meet you. With a quick flip midair, you angled your scythe just right, and dived into the water, blade first.

A massive splash rocked the Sunny - and the crew stood frozen as they watched in anticipation. A rush of bubbles followed, and two seconds later a giant fish, impaled right through the middle, burst from the water. You surfaced behind it - soaking wet and scowling.

Luffy cupped his hands around his mouth, then grinned from ear to ear. “You did it! Coolest fishing spear ever!”

You swam back to the ship, Sanji and Usopp hauling you and your kill up with a rope. From somewhere on the deck Zoro muttered, “Idiot.”

Luffy ran over to meet you, hands on his hips as he looked at you with absolute pride. “Let’s do that again!” he beamed.

You wrung the jacket you had been wearing, glaring at him before you jabbed a finger into his chest. “Do that again, and I’ll use you as fish bait next time.”

Luffy laughed once more, not taking your threat seriously. He never did.

Still…as you watched him fawn over your catch and ramble excitedly about how cool you looked, you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

Monkey D. Luffy was an absolute menace to society. But somehow - he was your menace.

Zoro

Kinda underestimated you the first time you met. Huge mistake. You called him out on it, and ended up goading him into a duel. Needless to say, the Sunny was nearly cut in half by the end of it.

Now he smirks every time someone doubts your abilities and just takes a step back and watches as all hell breaks loose.

Thinks your scythe style mirrors his own swordsmanship. Loves sparring with you.

There’s something about the way your small frame handles such a massive, deadly weapon that he finds…intensely attractive.

Lowkey think that the dynamic between the two of you would be similar to how things are between him and Tashigi: rivalry, respect and just a hint more of exasperated fondness.

Tries to play it cool, but actually finds it endearing when you’re trying to be ominous. It’s only a problem if you’re threatening him. Then it’s just annoying. And hot.

You once yelled at him for carrying you over his shoulder, he yelled back. “I’m trying to save your life!” The building was about to explode. You had no idea. He had no time to explain because, well, the building was about to explode. You’re still miffed about it though. Ah romance…

xxxx

Some say the only direction Zoro knows how to follow is the one that leads to you.

To those people, Zoro says he’ll fight them if they ever say it when you’re around.

But deep down, he’d agree. Even in the midst of chaos he always finds you. And in this moment with Marines closing in from all sides and the Sunny beginning to pull away from the island’s shore, that unspoken truth was obvious.

Zoro blocked another strike aimed for his side, knocking his opponent’s weapon out of their hands in one clean move. But his attention wasn’t on the fight anymore.

It was on the ship.

Luffy was on the deck.

Zoro’s brows furrowed. He knew that look - that stupid grin. His idiot captain was about to use his rubber powers to grab the both of you and haul you onto the deck without a second thought.

Something both you and Zoro hated.

He turned, scanning the battlefield. And then he saw you.

You were sauntering towards a Marine Captain like they had a death wish, scythe balanced lazily over your shoulder, and the arrogance of someone who knew they could rain chaos down on anyone stupid enough to challenge them.

“Damn it Y/N,” Zoro muttered under his breath, knowing you were not going to like what he was about to do. Still, he couldn’t deny - you were kinda hot.

Zoro didn’t have the time to call out to you. He just moved as fast as he could.

You didn’t see him coming. One second you were closing the distance between you and your target. The next, you were in the air, strong arms casually tossing you over their shoulder. Your anger boiled over when you saw who it was.

“Zoro!? What the hell!?” You yelled, desperately trying to get out of his grip so that you could go take care of that asshole of a Marine Captain who had decided to underestimate you.

“Will you stop wiggling! I’m trying to save your ass!” he growled, dodging the following onslaught that came from the Marines as they noticed the two of you retreating.

“You could’ve given me a warning! Now put me down!” You continued to squirm violently, tempted to use your scythe to make him listen.

“You’re light,” he snapped, glancing back at you. “Now shut up. We don’t have time for arguments. There’s no way I’m getting slingshotted-”

“Zoro~!”

Ah shit.

Luffy’s rubber arm rocketed out, crossing the distance and wrapping around the both of you. Zoro cursed. Your expression turned murderous.

“Luffy I swear to-!” You tried yelling just before Zoro was yanked off his feet and both of you were flying through the air - a blur of limbs, weapons and swear words.

You crashed onto the deck of the Sunny - Zoro landing first with a grunt, instinctively shielding you from the impact. For a second you were cradled in his arms, breath knocked out of you, face way too close to his.

“You good?” he asked, voice low, breath warm against your cheek.

You were blushing before you could stop yourself.

Luffy’s loud laughter then snapped you out of your trance, pulling your attention away from Zoro. You scrambled to your feet, aiming your scythe at the rubber man. “I will end you, you stretchy idiot.”

Zoro stood beside you, cracking his neck and matching your glare. “Not if I end him first.”

“Sorry Zoro, sorry Y/N!” Luffy said with zero remorse, skipping off toward the galley.

You and Zoro exchanged a look - exasperated, exhausted, but also not at all surprised by your captain’s nonchalance. You then sighed, dragging a hand over your face. “Remind me again why I joined this crew?”

“Definitely not because it came with free air travel.”

You snorted despite yourself, rolling your shoulders to ease the ache of the landing.

“You sure you’re okay?” Zoro glanced at you from the corner of his eye as he brushed off the dust on his sleeve. You looked at him, catching the way his eyes now scanned you like he wasn’t entirely convinced you were alright.

“I’m fine, Zoro,” you said, softer than before. “Thanks to you.”

He grunted, looking away quickly, “Tch. Don’t get used it.”

You watched the way he lingered by your side a moment longer before heading below deck, and couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Because even if Zoro couldn’t follow directions to save his life, he always found a way to you.

Sanji

Instantly smitten the minute he saw you. You were probably holding your scythe like a warning sign. Didn’t work, he’s just fallen harder.

You would expect someone of your height to struggle with wielding a scythe, but you don’t - and in his eyes, the battlefield becomes your stage, where you move with the grace of a dancer.

Cue nosebleed every time you make a clean, graceful strike.

*Hearts in his eyes* “My angel of death!”

Beats up Luffy and Usopp if they make short jokes about you. Only thing worse than imitating Sanji, is imitating you.

Will lug that weapon around for you even if you don’t ask him to. “It’s a gentleman’s duty. I shall hold the murder stick, my love.”

Tries to sneak nutrients into your meals. “There’s still time for you to grow…” You glare. He melts.

xxxx

Nami had made it clear - no run-ins with the Marines. Stay low, get the supplies, and get out.

Simple. Something you had done a hundred times before.

But all that went to hell when you passed a group of Marines loitering near a wall plastered with wanted posters. One of those wanted posters being yours.

“That’s Y/N L/N bounty? Must be a mistake.”

“She’s so short, can she even lift that thing?”

“I bet I could take her. Knock her out while that scythe weighs her down.”

A chorus of laughter followed.

Sanji stiffened beside you, immediately noticing you had stopped in your tracks to listen. He reached out to hold you back, but you were faster.

You spun with the grace of a dancer - one smooth arc, metal gleaming, and then a splash of red. The Marine was on the ground, your scythe pressed just against his ear where the blade had nicked him.

“Still think you can take me?” you murmured, voice cold and steady.

He whimpered under your blade. The remaining Marines were quick to react, drawing out their weapons. You were still focused on the first when one lunged from the side, blade catching your cheek.

Sanji reacted before things could get worse. He grabbed your arm, landed a square kick to the Marine’s chest, and then pulled you into a sprint. Both of you ran back to the Sunny - and from there it was a quick escape accompanied by Nami’s furious yelling.

Later, tucked away in the medbay, Sanji knelt before you, gently brushing your hair back to dab at the small cut on your cheek with some antiseptic. You winced at the sting of the alcohol pressed against your open wound, and Sanji’s brows furrowed.

“You should have let me handle that guy,” he muttered, lower lip jutting out in a pout, irritation edged with concern.

“They needed to see what I can do with a scythe,” you replied casually, watching him as he continued to clean your wound. “Besides, I’m fine.”

“I know you are,” he said, pausing to meet your gaze. “Doesn’t mean I like seeing you get hurt.”

You tilted your head, a small smile forming. These were the moments that made you realise just how much he cared.

“It’s just a cut.”

He huffed, clearly very annoyed. “Still. If anyone hurts my beautiful lady like that again, I’ll crush their faces into the pavement myself.”

You chuckled. “Protective huh?”

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “When it comes to you? Always.”

Law

Not one to quickly judge, but the sight of you with a scythe caught him off guard. Didn’t except you to wield a weapon that’s almost twice your size. Nevertheless, he is impressed.

Your sparring practice = Law’s secret favourite pastime. He’s standing in the corner, arms crossed, lips twitching.

He knows you’re strong, knows you can handle yourself - but he still worries. If he can’t see you on the battlefield, he’s looking for your scythe. And if that’s nowhere in sight? Then it’s full-on rampage mode. You were actually just behind him. But on the bright side, ten enemies were KO’d in an instant.

Makes you sit in his lap under the pretext of you being “too short” for the table (that’s a lie, the table is the perfect height). But everyone’s too scared to comment on the image of Trafalgar Law and the tiny scythe-wielding menace.

The height difference lowkey kills him. Cause how is someone who’s so short and carries a weapon that’s definitely too big for them, just as intimidating as him??

Internally combusting every time you wield your scythe. But no one can know, cause he’s the Surgeon of Death. A tiny Grim Reaper cannot be having this effect on him.

xxxx

You stormed into Law’s quarters, boots thudding heavily against the floor with purpose. The door slammed shut behind you, hard enough to rattle a nearby stack of books. But Law didn’t flinch. He barely looked up from where he sat scanning some maps he found at the Marine base you had just raided.

“You almost got us both killed!” you snapped, voice low but furious.

Without lifting his eyes, he replied flatly, “We’re not dead though.”

You scowled, tossing your scythe against the wall with a loud clatter. The dried blood on its blade was a reminder of just how close things had gotten. Marching forward, you slammed your fists against his desk, demanding his attention. “That’s not the damn point.”

This time, Law looked up - gaze sharp but unreadable as always. “I’m the captain. I made the final call.”

“Disrupting my fight was your ‘final call’!?” you shot back. “If I hadn’t noticed you in time, that scythe would have had your blood instead!”

He stood slowly, pushing the maps aside, then stepping towards you calmly. He was always composed. Even when you were cracking. “I make better decisions when I can see you.”

You crossed your arms, “Some would argue the opposite.”

He stood in front of you now, eyes narrowing as he caught sight of something. One hand rose, his thumb brushing under your eye.

You flinched.

“How did this happen?”

You blinked. You hadn’t even felt it. Hadn’t even known that it was there. But Law had seen it. Even amidst all the chaos of a battle - he had.

Without another word, he guided you to sit on the bed behind him. You didn’t resist, the fire in you having dissipated, replaced by something quieter. Law crouched in front of you, grabbing the first aid kit from his bedside.

He didn’t speak while he cleaned the wound, careful and methodical as always - dabbing antiseptic, then gently placing a small bandage under your eye. You’d torn through a squad of Marines today, and yet he touched you like you were something that might break.

When he was done, he didn’t step away. Instead, he leaned in and pressed a featherlight kiss to the spot just beneath the fresh bandage. He lingered there - silent and unmoving. Not asking for forgiveness, just holding you for a long quiet moment.

You closed your eyes, breathing out a sigh as you let your chin rest on the top of his head. “I’m not mad, that you made a call,” you whispered. “It just…sometimes it feels like you don’t think I’m capable enough.”

He pulled back slightly, gaze locking with yours. “I know you’re capable,” he said. “You’re precise, lethal, and brilliant. Everyone out there fears you.” A beat. “But that doesn’t stop me from worrying.”

You studied him for a moment, then allowed a tired smile to form. “You overthink too much.”

He smirked. “And you don’t think enough.”

The maps lay forgotten now. He nudged you back gently onto the bed, then lay beside you - finally calm. Peace, for Law, was simply being next to you.

Sabo

Pats you on the head after you do something. Doesn’t matter whether you like it or not - it’s happening.

He’s always complimenting you on your scythe technique. Just genuine admiration for you.

Thinks you look adorable when you’re sharpening your scythe in a corner. Everyone else is terrified - as they should be.

You try being all tough even around him, but he sees right through it. You’re his “tiny terror”.

Busting out a laugh every time you’re threatening someone - which totally ruins your vibe. You’re threatening him next. He’s still laughing.

Would also be one to worry if he loses sight of you during a fight. Nobody wants to get in his way then.

xxxx

The sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting light over the Revolutionary Army’s camp. A few new recruits were scattered around the area - some fumbling through basic drills, others lounging about. You sat calmly on a tree stump, your scythe resting in your lap as you sharpened its blade. You could feel the stares - half curious, half fear - but your face gave nothing away.

“That’s the one they call the Grim Reaper, right?”

“Her? That thing’s taller than she is!”

You paused mid-stroke.

Your eyes flicked up, locking onto the group of wide-eyed recruits. They froze the moment your gaze landed on them.

“Wanna see what I can do with this thing that’s taller than me?” you asked, voice cold and clipped, driving the scythe’s blade into the ground.

Silence.

Then - laughter.

Your eyes narrowed in the direction of the sound, death glare sharpening as it found its mark.

Leant casually against a nearby tree, was Sabo, clearly entertained. When his eyes met yours he offered a lazy, amused smile - equal parts teasing and utterly enamoured.

He pushed off the trunk and sauntered over to you.

“Trying to scare the recruits again, my tiny terror?”

You rolled your eyes, refusing to look up as you continued sharpening your weapon. “What do you want, Sabo?”

He grinned. “Just dropped by to say - you look adorable right now.”

You froze, and slowly turned to stare at him, disbelief clearly written on your face. “Adorable? I’m sharpening a deadly scythe! I should be terrifying!” You gave an annoyed huff and went back to your task.

He crouched down beside you, an almost fond smile on his face before it turned into a cheeky grin. His tone then shifted to one of exaggerated affection.

“You’re so terrifying~” Sabo cooed, ruffling your hair. You shot him a glare, somewhere between exasperated and flustered. He then leaned in, grin widening when he caught a hint of colour creep up your cheeks. “But also, really, really cute.”

You scowled and swatted the top of his head with the base of your scythe, earning a dramatic “ow!” from him even though you barely tapped him.

“Did she just whack the Chief of Staff over the head!?” One of the recruits yelped in horror.

Sabo rubbed the back of his head like it actually hurt, still grinning like a fool. “Think they find you scary now?”

“Keep teasing me and I won’t use the blunt end next time.”

He leaned in even closer, lips almost brushing yours. Sabo stared at you for a while, a soft smile on his face, and you couldn’t help but blush again. “Would be totally worth it.”

You shoved him lightly, and he laughed as he stood and offered you a hand. “Come on, tiny terror. I made lunch. You’re going to need all the energy you can get if you’re going to keep terrifying the newbies.”

You muttered something under your breath but took his hand anyway. And as he led you off - still chuckling at your annoyed grumbling - the recruits watched in stunned silence.

Ace

“Hot damn.” That was his first reaction after you casually decapitated someone trying to sneak up on him. He’s now down bad.

You’re his “travel size Grim Reaper.” Short, lethal, and just for him. You hate it. He says it more.

“You’re dangerous.” he says eyeing your weapon and then you. “You like that, don’t you?” You say with a grin. “I’m crazy about it.”

Came up with a combo move where he coats your scythe with his flames. Insists on calling it the “Fire Reaper Flash”.

Comes to your defence when you’re in an argument with someone, but it doesn’t really do much, you’re far more intimidating than him.

Gets this mischievous glint in his eyes when someone underestimates you, “Want to see something cool?” Cue destruction. Uses the Fire Reaper Flash for extra effect.

xxxx

The battle field was chaos - flames, smoke, pirates shouting and scrambling for their lives. And in the middle of it all, there was you. Short, scythe-wielding and completely unbothered, as you moved through the ruckus as if you were taking a stroll through the park.

Through the smoke, Ace emerged, after knocking out an enemy with a flaming punch to the gut. He spotted you and grinned wide.

“Damn,” he muttered to himself, watching with a smirk as you swiftly dealt with a pirate that got in your way. “That’s my travel size Grim Reaper.”

You stopped in front of him, rolling your eyes. “I told you not to call me that in front of people.”

He chuckled, scanning the area around him. “They’re all unconscious, sweetheart.”

“Not that guy.” You pointed your scythe at one final pirate who was left standing - bloodied, furious, and charging at you with all the power he could muster. Someone was clearly mad about losing.

Ace spared him a glance, then looked back at you, completely unphased. He wiped the soot off your cheek, then tilted your chin up like he had all the time in the world.

“Ready for our ultimate couple move?” Ace cackled, eyes sparkling as if he had been waiting all day for this exact moment. Maybe that was why he ‘accidentally’ got caught while trying to raid a rival pirate crew’s base.

You groaned. “Do we have to?”

But he was already charging up, the heat around his body intensifying. Flames curled around his arm, and with a grin full of mischief and pride, he shot it towards your scythe, close enough to singe you, but obviously not.

You watched as his flames wrapped around the curved blade - beautiful but dangerous. It hummed in your hands like it was alive, the metal glowing a brilliant orange. But it didn’t burn you, Ace made sure of that.

The pirate was now fast approaching, shouting all sorts of profanities and how “tiny creatures” didn’t scare him. You didn’t even flinch.

Then you moved. One quick dash, your flaming scythe cutting through the smoke. The moment the blade made contact with its target, fire exploded, the force sending the pirate crashing into the dirt, flames licking at his coat before fizzling out.

Ace let out a low whistle, watching as the fire died down. “See!? I told you Fire Reaper Flash was a sick move!”

“You nearly set me on fire,” you muttered, flicking ashes off your sleeves and scythe.

He strolled over with a grin, clearly proud of himself. “You would’ve been hot - both figuratively and literally then.”

“Shut up.” You tried to scowl, but the corner of your mouth betrayed you with a smile.

Ace laughed, slipping his arms around your waist in one smooth motion. His hands were warm against your back as he pulled you close, forehead bumping gently against yours for just a second before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek - warm, soft, and just a spark of heat.

“We should come up with another move,” he murmured. “Something that screams us…Hot and Deadly, how does that sound?”

You groaned again. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Only for you,” he said with a wink, fingers intertwining with yours.

Then still laughing, he tugged you along and headed back to the Moby Dick - leaving behind fire, chaos, and one very unlucky pirate crew.

Kinda have a thing for Ace now, I mean who wouldn’t?? 👀

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donvampiro · 3 months ago

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Imagine the monster trio (separately) with a goth witchy girlfriend like completely opposite they are sunshine and she is darkness but it's a total surprise to everyone else?

hello @supernatural-hunter1 ! wahh thats a nice idea :) monster trio is so fun to write about hehe thanks for your request and hopefully these hcs will meet your expectations. Luv <3 MASTERLIST - Welcome

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'Opposites attract'

Monster trio x (goth/witchy) fem!reader

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy likes you because you’re you — it’s your presence, your voice, your character and your different interests as well as abilities that attract him to you. bro just likes vibing with you and won’t try to complicate things. your aesthetics would not, in my opinion, be determining factors as to the affection he can have for you. you can dress up and wear makeup as you wish, as long as you remain (y/n) "at heart", and as long as he can keep cuddling you while he wolfs down all the food around. that’s more than enough for him.

i even think that Luffy would be the type to compliment you openly, through words and comparisons that are certainly… unexpected… but always honest and well-intentioned.

‘woah nice outfit, (y/n)! you look cool. a bit like that magician who scammed Usopp last time.’

he means well i swear ;w;

that being said, it’s not hard to come across as a "dark" person next to Luffy who is basically the embodiment of a ray of sunshine most of the time. you’d never be “darkness” to him though.

he has already seen your smile that brightens his days more than any star, he knows your laughter that recharges his batteries, he knows how hugging you (something he doesn’t deprive himself of) is extraordinary. you can dress up however you want, in Luffy’s eyes you’ll always remain his radiant (y/n).

that’s why he’s surprised by the crew’s shock when he introduces you to them.

— ‘what?! Wait— pinch me, i think i’m dreaming.’

— ‘it’s like the embodiment of day and night…’

— ‘well, that’s… unexpected.’

But the big question, the one the entire crew would be asking themselves but would have kept quiet about until now, would be revealed by Nami, looking both doubtful and amazed.

‘Luffy. How did you get a girlfriend in the first place.’

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro doesn’t really care about your style and how you want to dress up; like you do what you want. however, he might be the type to only make comments when he considers that your outfit, jewelry, shoes, or whatever makes your movements more difficult and you’re clearly not completely comfortable.

‘you can’t fight dressed like that; it’ll hinder your movement. change for now and put your outfit back on later.’

yeah swordsman instinct comes first ig. Otherwise — apart from that — he’s a bit like Luffy overall when it comes to this topic: what matters to him is the sweetness of your presence and the moments spent with you. the harmony between you two.

Zoro knows better than anyone else that those we cherish can be taken away from us at any moment, so loving you is far more important and relevant than judging your aesthetic. as long as you’re yourself, he’s happy.

that doesn’t mean he’s indifferent to your style though. now that he knows you and understands your aesthetic a little better, Zoro might notice some items in stores that might match your style and appeal to you. Well— he might be a little off the mark sometimes, but he’s trying, okay?

Zoro is both a little hesitant and rather confident about introducing you to the crew; but everything would be fine. it’s true that your style doesn’t go unnoticed, it contrasts with Zoro’s, which is rather sober. reactions are flying and the swordsman wonders if he shouldn’t go to bed instead.

— ‘wow, we’d never have thought that Zoro's girlfriend would have this kind of aesthetic. that’s good, it’s a change from his style.’

— ‘what style? Zoro doesn’t have any style.’

— ‘it’s so cool, looks like (y/n) is from a coven of witches or something. like, as if she came from the darkness.’

the last remark, funny and coming out of the captain’s mouth, drew an amused smile from you.

‘yeah, that’s right. and Zoro’s my little sunshine.’

the crew fell silent at the sound of your voice as you patted Zoro’s shoulder. Sanji’s face contorts into an indescribable expression.

‘him? what the heck.’

i think you guys know what would happen next

Vinsmoke Sanji

you? “darkness”? have you seen yourself? you are the ray of sunshine in Sanji’s life.

he loves everything about you. your voice, your personality, your eyes, your smile, etc, etc, and no matter how you dress up, you will always be the most beautiful in his eyes. as long as you wear clothes that you like, there’s no reason to question it.

‘no specific aesthetic can match your breathtaking natural beauty anyway, (y/n)-chwan.’

i know i've said it several times before, but i’ll say it again: Sanji is a supportive and caring boyfriend, who seeks to share your interests as much as he wants you to discover his own. so he wouldn’t hesitate to try to learn about the meanings of your aesthetic, its history, etc. he would appreciate it even more if you’re the one to tell him about it hehe

he too would be the type to now more easily notice clothes, accessories and other items that match your aesthetic and that might please you. Sanji’s a good cook, therefore he’s an observant and precise person, and you’d never be disappointed with his gifts.

it’s with great pride that Sanji would introduce you to the crew, and no matter how surprised his crewmates might be, he’s ready to fight if anyone has anything to say about your style >:(

— ‘i didn't think you’d date someone with that style. looks cool. welcome, (y/n)!’

— ‘well, at least you two seem complementary’

— ‘how could anyone want to date this stupid cook overall.’

self-control. self-control, Sanji.

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inseobts · 6 months ago

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I really liked your truth or dare mystery one piece character, I was wondering if I could get a truth or dare one with just a Luffy x fem reader please :)

Truth or Dare

luffy x fem!reader

the game went way too far for his liking so why don't play it with just the two of you now?

words count: 1.1k

tags: fluffy, sfw, humour, jealousy, you kiss someone else btw

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The Thousand Sunny is alive with laughter, the salty ocean breeze mixing with the warmth of lantern light. The entire crew lounges on the deck in a messy circle, drinks in hand, voices overlapping in the easy chaos of friends at ease.

It all starts when Usopp slams his mug down, grinning like he’s just thought of the greatest idea ever.

“Let’s play Truth or Dare!”

At first, no one takes him seriously. But then Chopper gets excited, Robin looks mildly interested, and suddenly, everyone is in, even Zoro, even Jinbe... everyone.

The dares start out simple, Franky striking ridiculous poses, Brook singing a song about panties (expected), and Chopper nearly passing out from chugging too much juice. But as the night drags on, the dares get bolder, maybe even too much.

And then Sanji turns to you.

“Y/N-swaaan~,” he croons, eyes twinkling with mischief “Truth or dare?”

You narrow your eyes at him. He looks way too pleased with himself “…Dare.”

A chorus of oooohs erupts from the crew. Even Zoro, who has been largely disinterested, cracks an eye open.

Sanji grins like the devil himself “I dare you… to kiss someone.”

Your face heats up instantly “Wait, what—?!”

“Doesn’t matter who,” he continues smoothly “Just someone in the crew. I know you’re asking yourself why I didn’t just say to kiss me but I’m a gentleman, I wouldn’t force it into you and our love goes beyond all this.”

The atmosphere shifts. Sanji is nodding and smiling at himself, and you feel the weight of everyone’s attention.

“No one believes you Cook” Zoro says going back into his sleep position.

“I’m not going to let you ruin the mood mosshead, just sleep, it’s not like she’s gonna choose you over me anyway” Sanji says lighting up his cigarette, receiving a “tch, she's not going to choose you neither” from Zoro.

As you turn to everyone to choose.

Brook lets out an exaggerated gasp. Chopper turns as red as his hat. Franky grins, hyped as always. Usopp dramatically leans away, waving his hands.

But the one person who doesn’t react?

Luffy.

He sits beside you, legs crossed, hat tilted forward as to try to hide his expression. His usual grin is still there, but his fingers drum against his knee, and his gaze, sharp and unreadable, flicks toward you.

You exhale, trying to think. If you have to do this, you might as well make it fun.

So you turn to Robin, smirking “Alright. C’mere.”

Robin blinks before chuckling, clearly entertained, and even leaning forward. But before anything can happen...

“W-Wait, wait, WAIT!” Sanji nearly falls over. His eyes are practically hearts “It has to be a man!”

You gape at him “What?! You never said that!”

Sanji looks scandalized “W-Well, I meant to! It’s only fair! This way it wouldn’t be a dare!”

Robin hides a laugh behind her hand “How predictable.”

Zoro snorts “Just say you want it to be you, next one she chooses that isn’t you you’re gonna say it has to be with some blonde cook with weird eyebrows? You dumbass.”

Sanji dramatically ignores him.

You groan, scanning the crew “Fine. Who won’t make this weird?”

“I VOLUNTEER!” Usopp practically throws himself forward, hand raised.

You squint at him “Why do you sound so desperate?”

“I’m just trying to save you by being a good friend” he insists.

Sanji gasps making his cigarette dramatically fall from his mouth to the floor "W-what... I... You... no!"

You sigh, crawling over to him “Alright, fine. Let’s get this over with.”

You lean in, pressing a quick, barely-there peck to Usopp’s lips before pulling away just as fast.

The crew erupts into cheers, except for Sanji who is crying with his face on the floor.

“WOOOOO!” Franky pumps his fists “THAT’S A STRONG DARE, BRO!”

“Y-YOHOHO! HOW THRILLING!” Brook cackles.

Usopp looks like he’s just survived a war “That was terrifying, I won’t help you out ever again in my whole life.”

You laugh, about to move on—

And then you feel it.

You turn slightly and lock eyes with Luffy.

He’s staring.

And not in his usual, carefree way.

No.

This is different.

His jaw is tight, his eyes dark, expression unreadable beneath the shadow of his hat. His fingers curl slightly against his knee.

Something in your stomach flips.

But before you can say anything...

“Next turn!” Usopp blurts, eager to move on. The moment passes, the game continues, and Luffy grins again, laughing along like nothing happened.

But you know better.

Luffy isn’t the type to say what he’s feeling right away. He’s not like Sanji, who makes grand declarations, or Zoro, who voices his irritation without hesitation.

Luffy holds things close.

And right now?

You have a feeling this is one of those things.

Hours later, the crew scatters, heading off to sleep. The laughter fades, leaving only the sound of the waves and the soft creaking of the ship.

You remain on the deck, leaning against the railing, staring at the ocean.

But you’re not alone for long.

“You still wanna play?”

The voice is low, familiar.

You turn and there’s Luffy, standing just a few feet away, hands in his pockets. His hat is pulled down slightly, but his eyes are locked onto you.

“…Play what?” you ask.

“Truth or Dare.”

You blink “Everyone went to sleep, it would be just the two of us…”

He nods.

Something about this feels different.

“…Alright,” you say slowly “You first.”

Luffy tilts his head “Truth or dare?”

You exhale “Truth.”

A pause. Then—

“Did you feel weird when you kissed Usopp?”

Your stomach clenches.

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out at first. You weren’t expecting that.

You hesitate, but you already know the answer “…Yeah.”

Luffy’s lips twitch. Not into a grin. But into something… else.

“Me too.”

Your heart stammers “You—”

“Your turn” he interrupts.

You swallow “Truth or dare?”

He smirks “Dare.”

You hesitate, then, suddenly feeling bold, you blurt “I dare you to tell me what you’re thinking.”

Luffy’s smirk widens.

“That’s easy.”

You freeze.

“I think,” he murmurs, “I didn’t like seeing you kiss someone else.”

Your breath hitches.

Your pulse is too loud, your thoughts too scrambled.

“…Your turn,” you murmur, voice barely steady.

Luffy grins, tilting his head “Truth or dare?”

“…Truth.”

He leans in closer, close enough that you can feel his warmth, his presence consuming every ounce of space between you. His voice drops lower, still playful, but almost serious.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

Your breath catches.

You should’ve picked dare.

Your world stops.

You stare at him, wide-eyed, heart hammering.

Luffy just watches you, waiting.

And for once you don’t overthink it.

You grab his vest, pull him down, and kiss him.

He puts his hand on your cheek and kisses you back, softly.

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revasserium · 2 years ago

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can i have one were zoro realises she does things bc of truama (like doesnt speak much etc)

hold me (still)

opla!zoro; 6,680 words; slow!!!!burn, fem!reader, ex-assassin!reader, straw hat!reader, general tragic backstory/trauma, fluff, hurt/comfort, bit of angst, emotionally constipated zoro, communication? what's that?, nami playing therapist bc she's the only one with 1 iota of emotional intelligence

summary: sometimes, stillness is a virtue, and others -- a tragedy. or, in which the straw hats pick up a new member and zoro is equally intrigued and weirded out by you.

a/n: well. you guys asked for slow burn and... the burn is so slow u gotta squint to see the smoke yall. but trust. the burn does get there! pls be patient!! and i tried to combine 2 dif reqs in this one fic :)

You are of the quiet sort. Just a shadow dancing in the periphery of their vision, and when they first met you, you’d told them it was your superpower, a soft, still smile slipping across your lips. Luffy had bought into it immediately, and the invitation was out his mouth before anyone could stop him.

“Come with us!”

“Oh…” your lips pressed into a thin line of consideration.

Zoro’s fingers itched towards his swords because something about you makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. But something else — something uncomfortable and strange, something very much like curiosity — seizes his chest and twists his stomach. Strange, he thinks, too strange.

“C’mon! It’ll be fun!”

And then, you’d smiled wider, and nodded, and that had been that.

It’s been three months since then, and you are still of the quiet sort, though it had receded a bit with time. What with Sanji’s gentle flirting and Usopp’s not-so-gentle stories and Nami’s bright, dry-humored companionship, you’d begun to “open up a bit”, so Luffy observed.

Zoro, for his part, has kept his distance. Because sometimes he still catches you at the bow of the ship, staring out across the midnight waters, still as a stone-carved statue. Still as a wooden beam — stiller, even.

“What’s with that?” he asks one day, strolling up to Nami as she traces a fine line over a new map she’s working on.

“Hm?” is her very eloquent response.

Zoro ticks his tongue against his teeth and casts his eyes about the ship, finding them drawn to the shape of you, up at the bow again, reading in the shade of the tangerine trees. Nothing moves except for the wind as it whisps through your hair and the slow scanning of your eyes as it skates across the page.

“New girl,” Zoro says, crossing his arms as Nami finally looks up at him and then off towards you.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

Zoro lets out a puff of breath, unfolding his arms to glare at Nami. He finds her grinning a lopsided grin as she clicks shut her compass and puts down her pen. She leans a hip on the barrel she’d been drawing on and folds her own arms.

“Oh, you like her.”

“I’m weirded out by her. ‘S not the same thing,” Zoro snaps, but when he tries to leave, Nami blocks him with an arm and pins him with a sharp, leveling look.

“No, no, no — we’re gonna work this through.”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

“Uh-uh, you still owe me after that round of drinks the other night — remember when you bet you could drink more than me?”

Zoro narrows his eyes, “I did drink more than you.”

Nami’s grin is gleeful, “No, you didn’t. You had to be dragged back to your room after clogging up the toilet. Or do I need to show you the evidence —”

“Alright — fuck, fine. But really? This is what you’re gonna waste your favor on? You could’ve asked me to —” Zoro gestures around vaguely, “clean the bilge or something.”

Nami shrugs, looking almost too pleased, “Nope! This is what I wanna use my favor for. And, really, you think a bit of bilge water is gonna gross me out? C’mon.”

Zoro heaves a sigh and leans back against the main mast, closing his eyes.

“Fine then. Go.”

Nami sits back on the edge of the barrel.

“No, you go. Admit that you like the new girl.”

“I don’t.” He doesn’t open his eyes.

“I’ve seen you staring at her. We’ve all seen you staring at her.”

“What, that a crime now?”

Nami fights the urge to roll her eyes, “No, but I’ve never seen you try so hard to avoid someone before.”

Zoro lets out a bark of laughter, hard and mirthless, “Yeah, so that must mean I like her.”

Nami cocks her head, “It means you feel something towards her. And I’d suggest you figure it out.”

“And how’d you propose I do that?”

Nami once again waves in your direction, “Go. Talk. To her.”

Zoro lets out another breath, eyes scanning across the ship, anywhere but towards where you’re still sitting and reading, finger flipping a page in a perfect, smooth, singular motion.

And Zoro’s not blind. Blunt though he may be at times and careless as he is about most material things, he can still appreciate beauty when he sees it. And you — there’s no denying that you’re beautiful. Your strange stillness aside, when you do move, it’s with a dancer’s lissome grace, fluid lines, not a single movement wasted. When you smile, it seems to light you up from the inside, and your words, though soft, carries the well-worn weight of river stones, glittering beneath the clear, spring stream of your voice.

There’s a sharpness in your eyes, a straightness to your spine, a way of carrying yourself as if you’re afraid that one wrong move might shatter you and the entire world around you.

Sometimes when he sees you, he wonders at the hands that had sculpted you this way. He wonders at your life before they’d picked you up in Loguetown, when you’d oh-so-silently slipped up the execution platform and helped Luffy down, all the while staying free of Smoker’s watchful gaze.

The few times he’s seen you fight, he can’t help wondering if you’ve eaten some kind of devil fruit as well. No human could be so fast as that. Or be so quiet. But then again, he’d fought Kuro, and they’d seen stranger things. Still, he marvels at the way you flicker in and out of sight, slipping around the edges of battle like a dark, haunting thing, and men would drop like flies beneath your quick, quiet hands. With nary a sound or shout before their eyes roll back and their breathing is no more.

On the instances when Sanji had asked about your past, your eyes had gone misty and dark, unfocused. You’d gone still, freezing for so long that Usopp would cough just to fill the silence. And then slowly, ever so slowly, you’d turn back towards them with a small, sad smile and say:

“There’s… not much to talk about. I grew up somewhere far away, where if you didn’t keep quiet and still, bad things would happen to you. And then when those bad things happened, if you weren’t quick — the quickest of all, you’d die.”

Bad things, huh? Zoro thinks as he makes his way towards you, a hand resting on the hilt of his swords. He comes to a stop next to you and leans against one of the white planters, casually peering over your shoulder at the book in your hands.

For a long moment, neither of you move. Then, Zoro clears his throat and forces himself to speak.

“Is it good?”

It takes you a second, but eventually, you turn towards him.

“The book? Yeah, I suppose.”

“Not exactly a glowing review.”

You laugh, a soft, breathy little thing as you look back down at the page.

“It's about a girl who falls into an enchanted sleep, and a prince who wakes her up with a kiss.”

“Must’ve been one hell of a kiss.”

“Yes, and one hell of a prince.”

Zoro finds himself chuckling, his shoulders loosening as he takes another breath.

“And then what?” he asks.

“And then… he asks her to marry him.”

You run your fingers along the page, smoothing your palm over the ink and parchment. Zoro watches you, wondering, always wondering.

“What’s she say?” and it’s then that he notices his own voice, hushed and low, barely a whisper.

You look back up at him and smile a smile a sphynx would have been proud of.

“I don’t know. I haven’t gotten there yet.”

Zoro takes a breath, and the breath tastes distinctly different than all the breaths he’d taken before it. As if the world takes the breath with him, and some fundamental truth had shifted on the exhale.

The moment breaks, as moments are wont to do, when Sanji calls out for lunch and Zoro jerks out of his almost-reverie. You slowly close your book and rise to your feet, turning back to smile at him.

“C’mon, it’s lunchtime.”

Zoro nods and follows you into the kitchen, where Luffy and Usopp are already digging in, and Nami is pouring herself a drink. She spots the pair of you and catches Zoro’s eyes. A grin ticks at the edge of her lips but before she can say anything, you’re accosted by Sanji sweeping into a deep, flourishing bow, and ushering you towards the table, where he’d set your place in a manner fit for a princess.

“Where’s my setup?” Zoro asks as he drops into the seat next to you, cocking an eyebrow. Sanji shoots him an unimpressed look.

“I’m surprised you can use a fork and knife, moss-head. Just be grateful and eat up.”

Zoro scoffs but digs in nonetheless.

When next they dock, it’s on a rare, peaceful island — an island of light and books and learning, where the air smells of salt and ink and drying parchment, of unwritten words and untold stories. But it smells of a stillness too, and Zoro knows without having to ask that you’d like it here.

And you do.

He’s never seen you smile so much, never seen you so vibrant and full of life. You chat and laugh and read with a voracious hunger, and he finds himself drawn to this new, warm, moving side of you. He finds himself, more often than not, by your side, even when neither of you speak. And he basks in the comfort of the quiet that permeates the air when it’s just the two of you — him hanging in the hammock on deck, you reading by his side.

But now, there’s the soft tapping of your foot, the shuffle of pages when you flip forward to see what’s coming next, and of course the ever-present shush of the ocean as it washes against the Merry’s side.

The Log Pose needs two weeks to properly calibrate to the next island, so they’ve got time to kill.

On the fifth night, over dinner and drinks, Luffy asks the question that everyone’s been thinking since the day they’d all met you —

“So. Why’re you so still all the time? Not that it’s weird or anything — well, actually — it kind of is, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m just asking cause I'm curious!”

You look up from your half-finished wine but Zoro feels it happening, like the hush of a fan blade slicing through air, the gasp before a porcelain vase tips over and shatters. You stop. You stare. You’re frozen in every sense of the word. And he’s known you for long enough to know that you only go still as a reflex, only reach for it as a shield. Against what? He doesn’t quite know.

“It’s… something of a long story,” you say, your voice low and hoarse.

Luffy grins, smacking his lips as he sucks the meat off a chicken leg, “We’ve got tons of time! Right?” he looks around as if for validation, but everyone’s eyes are caught on you and your unnatural stillness.

Zoro shifts slightly in the seat next to you, opening his stance and turning towards you.

“Could do with a good story.”

Your eyes flash in his direction and he offers you the barest hint of a smile.

You relax, ever so slightly, drifting back in your seat, your glass cupped in the palms of your hands. And then, you begin to speak, your voice smooth and lilting, your words washing over them like the faint lull of the tides.

“When I was three, my father sold me for a barrel of beer.”

A dull clack echoes around the room and everyone turns to see Sanji hurriedly righting the thick stein he’s knocked over. Thankfully, it’d been empty.

“Sorry — I just — what?” he sounds furious but Usopp lays a hand across his arm and shakes his head.

You take a deep breath and continue, your voice oddly emotionless as you say, “The man who bought me took me to an island. It was… a dark place. A quiet place. I only learned its name after I escaped — an island called Elysium.”

Nami gasps before clapping her hands over her mouth.

“I’ve just — I’ve heard of that place before, but I thought… I thought it was just a made-up place.”

Luffy swallows hard, frowning, “What’s it like?”

Nami’s eyes flicker between you and Luffy, “Supposedly… it’s the home island for… for the most feared group of assassins in all the seas combined.”

Usopp’s eyebrows jerk up, “The most feared?”

A faint smile seeps across your lips like blood.

“Yes. The Shadows that Live.”

Everyone turns to look at you. Luffy picks up another drumstick.

“Whoa… cool name!”

Zoro hums, “I’ve heard of them before — but mostly, it was just an old wive’s tale about… shadow assassins who hunt in the dark. Mercenaries for hire. But… no one’s ever seen one before.”

“Because… once you see one, you’ll never live to tell the tale,” you say, your eyes now downcast and fixed on the glass in your hands.

“Then…” Usopp’s voice is soft, “What about… you?”

“I… I ran away.”

Silence greets you. But after a moment, Luffy spits out a bit of bone and uses it to pick at the space between his teeth, his eyes round.

“Wow! You must be pretty good to run away from an island full of shadow assassins!”

You almost laugh, his boundless trust hitting you like a punch to the stomach.

“So…” Sanji lets out a puff of silvery smoke, “the staying still thing… that’s just part of your training, yeah?”

You nod, “Something like that.”

Someday, you think, you’ll tell them about the hellscape that was Elysium island, of the long echoing halls, dark and still and silent. Of the mechanical beasts that hunted by sound and movement alone. Someday, you’ll let them know about the poisoned pomegranate seeds that they feed all the “recruits” to keep them hazy, of how you’d kept six of them suspended in your mouth and spat them all out when you’d finally made it far enough from the island to allow yourself to breathe.

“And… are these shadow assassins gonna come after us?” Nami asks, her voice careful and light.

You purse your lips, “I… I don’t know.”

Nami sighs, but a moment later, she moves to refill her drink with a slight shrug, “Well, just one more enemy to add to our growing list. Soon, we’re gonna have to post a sign-up sheet.”

At this, everyone laughs, and the tension snaps like a wounded spring.

Luffy burps loudly, patting his stomach, “I’m not worried — I mean, if you were able to run away from them once, that means you’re stronger than them, right?”

You pause, your hand hovering over the wine bottle. Zoro gently reaches over and refills your glass for you. You shift back into movement, casting him a small smile and taking a sip. The wine is cool and tangy as it hits the back of your throat. You breathe, and the world keeps spinning.

“I… I’m not sure — I’ve never fought… any of… them… before.”

“Guess we’ll find out if they try to come for you then — but you’ve got us now!” Luffy says, reaching for an apple and chomping into it, “ — Sho… you duon gotta wourry —” he licks his lips as he takes another huge bite before tossing the core towards the waste bin, “We’ve got your back!”

Nami makes a disgusted face, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, ugh.”

Sanji chuckles, tapping out his cigarette, “Yeah Luffy, mind your manners.” But his voice is full of laughter and you find yourself relaxing into the sway of the night, the swing of conversation. Beside you, Zoro refills his own glass and leans over to clink it against yours.

You turn, but he only raises his glass before taking a sip.

You mirror his movement, cradling the cup to your chest when you finish.

Later, he finds you by the tangerine trees, ghosting your fingers over their lush green leaves, dark enough to look black in the evening light.

“Hey.”

You turn, “Hi.”

Zoro sighs and looks out over the darkened waves, the moonlight refracted into a million shattered bits of sky.

“Luffy’s right, y’know.”

“What about?” you ask, joining him by the railings. The night air is cool and crisp. Behind you both, the island oozes with lamplight and laughter. Even from here, you can hear the joy, the peace that permeates the air here. It wouldn’t be a bad thing, you think, to stay here forever.

“If they come for you,” Zoro says, “we’ll have your back.”

You let out a small chuckle, looking down at your hands, “I know.”

“So,” he turns towards you, his earrings glinting in beneath the scimitar moon, “you don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

You lick your lips, and instinctively, you reach for the stillness. All the days and weeks and months with the people around you have softened you, and for that, you know you should be thankful. Still, old habits die hard, and you have to clench your fists and dig your nails into your own palms to keep from freezing completely.

You take a shivering breath and force it out again.

“Fear’s a hard habit to break.”

At this, Zoro grunts, though it sounds something like consent. The moment stretches, long and soft and taffy-sweet.

He turns back towards the sea, “Yeah,” he says, and then —

“But we can take it slow.”

You swallow hard, passed the broken shards of forgotten words lodged in your throat (you find that they all somehow taste like thank you), and you nod. Warmth tickles your cheeks and you wonder why he’s said we instead of you — and later, lying in your bed at night, staring at the moon-slatted ceiling, you wonder if he was really talking about fear or if it was something else entirely.

You don’t get a lick of sleep that night.

The next few days pass in a light, repetitive blur. You and Zoro are sent on a few short shopping trips in the city, and you’re glad for something to do that involves movement. Shocking how quickly the body adapts once the weight it’d been holding on to is lifted.

You are still quiet, and he, the same; but the silence has shifted around you, and whereas before it’d been solid and steady, it’s now thrumming and charged with some unspoken energy.

Neither of you are blind to it; nor, it seems, is the rest of the crew.

Sanji’s taken to openly teasing Zoro about being with you all the time, complaining loudly that he can’t get a word in edgewise because Zoro refuses to leave you alone. Nami keeps on trying to drag you out for “girl's day” shopping trips, hinting at all the cute clothes you could get and how “green really suits your skin tone, y’know?”

Luffy and Usopp for their part, both just grin whenever they see you together — Luffy stoked at the fact that you seem more happy and talkative, Usopp gleeful at the way Zoro always seems so much softer when he’s next to you.

You’ve taken to watching him when he trains, sitting in the shade of the tangerine trees, a cold drink in your hand as Zoro runs through his katas. You content yourself with watching him flow through the movements, one and then another, and then another after that. He contents himself with your presence, knowing that you’re here, feeling your eyes as they skate down the length of his back or the width of his shoulders.

It’s a peaceful sort of companionship, even if it is living on borrowed time.

When you all wave the little island goodbye, it’s with heavy hearts and tearful smiles. It had treated you well, and you think you’d miss it. But adventure is as adventure does — it calls, beckoning to those with wandering hearts to listen.

The first week back at sea is a strange one, full of a ringing nostalgia. As if you’re simultaneously coming home and leaving one at the same time. Everyone is a bit quiet, except for Luffy, of course, who literally bounces off the freshly waxed planks, humming to himself as he sits on top of the great ram’s figurehead.

“Is he ever still?” you ask one day, sometime in the second week.

To which Zoro makes a sound between a scoff and a laugh, “You’ve been here a while. What’d you think?”

You sigh softly and tear your eyes away from the bright, shivering ball of energy that is your captain towards the far horizon. A sliver of uncertainty twines through you and your breath slows. Zoro glances at you, now long since attuned to your subtle shifts in movement and stillness. He narrows his eyes.

“What is it?”

You shake yourself back into the moment, forcing a smile.

“Nothing. I think…” your words fade as the feeling twists in you again, knife-sharp and stinging. You clear your throat and reach up to brush away a strand of hair. Skin grazes skin as Zoro’s hand meets yours in the same gesture and you both freeze — hands held up, his finger caught against the bend of your cheekbone, your fingers curling over his.

Time slows, slackens around the pair of you, and the moment stays, suspended in space — garnet dark and perfect.

Neither of you dare to breathe. It’s then that you realize how close Zoro is — close enough for you to see the entire ocean reflected in his eyes: big and dark and so endless it nearly unmoors you. Close enough for you to feel the warmth of his skin; his body, emanating heat. You’d often wondered, in the long hours of watching him train, at the glistening copper of his skin and the light-kissed quality, if the sun himself favored Zoro as well.

Like this, it’s easy to believe that beneath his skin, there pulsed something like sunlight.

“Look! It’s an island! It’s an island!”

And just like that, the moment shatters. Time slips back into motion and you pull away from each other, breathless, with warm cheeks and thundering hearts, feeling somehow lightning-touched and static-ridden.

You take half a step back, reaching up to press a hand to your mouth as if to stop something from tumbling through. But what? You can’t really say.

Zoro tips back as well, whipping around to help Usopp and Sanji with the sails as Luffy continues to holler, waving his hat. On the horizon, you see it looming — the silhouette of an island. You lower your palm from your lips to your heart and wonder what kind of island it will be.

Deserted — seems to be the answer when you all make landfall. The island is quiet, but the occasional chirp and cricket staves off your nerves as you all wander cautiously about the beach, squinting into the dense forest that seems to encompass the whole of the island.

“Looks like a good place to camp for the night!” Luffy says, grinning as he plops down on the sand.

Sanji nods, dusting off his hands, “We’ll need some wood for a fire, but I reckon I can whip up some grilled fish from the fresh catch.”

You wrap your arms around yourself and look around, glancing back at the darkening horizon.

“Something the matter?” Zoro’s voice is soft as he helps you carry some of the camping supplies from the ship.

“No… yes… I —” you look up at him, pursing your lips, “I don’t know. I’ve just… this island is…”

Zoro looks around, his dark eyes scanning the thick swath of forest just beyond the beach, “Too quiet?”

You let out a tiny laugh, “Yeah, something like that.”

He nods, “Don’t worry, I’m — we’re here.”

And he leaves it at that, hoisting a stack of wood over his shoulders and going to help Nami with the fire. You watch him with a smile, wondering what on earth you’d done to deserve this level of caring, this magnitude of kindness. Soon, dinner is had and drinks are shared and laughter is spilled like so many silver coins over the white sand beach. The lull of the evening takes over you all, and before long, Luffy and Usopp are slumped over each other, snoring loudly.

You stare into the depths of the fire and try to tamp down the growing dread festering inside your bones. All those years of holding still, of breathing and listening and feeling — you shake yourself — no, not all stillness is a bad thing. Not all silences are made the same.

“You’re doing it again,” Zoro’s voice almost makes you jump. Instead, you turn, finding him next to you as he nurses a half-drunk bottle of wine in his hands. He doesn’t look at you, but there’s a loose grin hinged across his lips.

“Sorry,” you say, ducking your head, feeling a now familiar heat creep into your cheeks that has nothing to do with the dwindling bonfire.

“Don’t be,” Zoro takes another drink, “But I told you… you don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

“I know… and I’ve said before —”

“Fear’s a hard habit to break,” Zoro echoes back at you, finally glancing over and catching your eye.

You breathe out, looking down at your own hands, “Yeah… but I’m trying.”

You both fall silent, and for a while, the only sounds are the crackle of the dying flames, the shush of the ocean waves, and the occasional snores from the rest of your crew. It’s late — later than you realized.

“Do you… want me to grab a book for you?”

You smile, “No, I don’t think it’s bright enough.”

“I could restoke the fire.”

“No, it’s — it’s okay.”

“Alright.”

A bird coos the distance.

“Why don’t you tell me a story?” you ask, turning to look at Zoro proper, shifting till your body is facing him.

In the faint light, you can see the edge of his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

“You’re asking the wrong guy — you should wait till the Great Captain Usopp’s awake.”

“Yeah, but I want to hear one from you.”

Zoro sighs, his eyes fixed on the last of the flickering flames. He takes another swig of wine before he starts to speak, his voice low and a bit stilted, but he pushes on. He tells you about his childhood, the village he’d trained in, the doujou in the middle of the wood, his friend who he’d never beat — not even once.

He tells you about he early mornings and the late nights, and how the world had seemed large enough to conquer.

“… And then… there came a morning when she didn’t show up… and sensei came and told me that there’d been an accident.”

His voice almost breaks then, and your eyes catch on the shining white hilt of the Wadou Ichimonji — his thumb pressing against the guard, running along it’s hard metal edge.

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

Zoro shrugs, “Don’t be.”

You nod, “Still.”

Zoro slates you a lopsided smirk, “So. Now you know my tragic backstory too.”

You laugh, leaning back to cast your eyes up towards the sky, “And you know mine — it’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

Zoro lets out a long breath, “Yeah… or something.”

There’s a tightness to his voice that makes your skin tingle and it takes everything you have not to look over at him, to try and see if he’s looking at you, watching you the way you’d imagined him to be. You fancy you can feel his gaze on your face, but you close your eyes instead.

You let yourself fall into the warm haze of sleep, and for a while you drift there, your mind sifting through shards of memories and slivers of sound, casting them against the backs of your eyelids as you slowly slide into the darkness of dreams.

You wake up to a gasping stillness — the silence pressing in on your eardrums like thumbs, the darkness around you so complete it’s almost a solid thing. You freeze, your breath hissing to a halt inside you. Then distantly, ever so distantly, you hear the sounds of battle — metal clashing against metal, the hard thud of boots against flesh. You shake your head and reach up to clap your hands over your ears and only then do your senses return to you, snapping back as if you’d been abruptly shunted back into your earthly body.

“Gum Gum — Pistol!”

“Seize her!”

You whip into movement, fast as a flash, dashing away, hoping against hope that it would draw your attackers far enough from your crewmates.

“No one… ever… leaves us…”

The voice is serpentine and susurrus, sinking into your skin like sharpened teeth, but before it can reach you, it’s cut short by a bright flash of silver.

You gasp, whirling around, reaching for the nearest pulse, instinct taking over as you sink your fingers into muscle and flesh. The rush of blood thrumming beneath your fingertips comes too easy, even as a familiar scent accosts you. A moment later, your hands are being pinned above you, and thick, rough bark is digging into your wrists as Zoro stands before you, a sword in one hand, the other holding you still.

His eyes are a little wild and a lot worried. There’s a ring of red rawness around his neck, thin trickles of blood trailing along his jugular, disappearing into the wide scoop neck of his shirt.

“Hey, look at me.”

You nearly whimper, struggling against him, fear still coursing through you like a drug but Zoro is strong enough to keep you held. Behind him, you can see the rest of the crew fending off several shadowy figures, Usopp waving a torch, screaming at the top of his lungs, Luffy whooping as he whacks another figure with his fist.

“Z-Zoro?”

“Yeah, it’s me — eyes up here.”

You swallow in a breath, and then another, and you feel the bright thrum of urgency leave you as your body slowly falls slack. And then you’re slipping, and he’s looping an arm around you to keep you upright.

“Th-they’re here — they —”

“They’re gone — we got rid of them — hey.”

Zoro takes you by the shoulders and gives you a gentle shake. Finally, your eyes catch on his and your gaze holds. You see yourself reflected in them, stark and terrified, but alive — somehow alive.

“They’re gone,” he says, his voice soft and low by your ear, his arm still wrapped around your middle. Shivers wrack your body as you bury your face in his shoulder. He smells of steel and skin and the metallic tang of blood. It’s then that you remember — the wounds on the sides of his neck. The marks in the shape of your hands —

You jerk back and feel a sticky wetness against your cheek.

“Zoro, I hurt you!”

At this, he scoffs, pulling back far enough to flash you a look.

“This is nothing. C’mon.”

He offers you a hand, and after a second you take it, letting him pull you to your feet. Wordlessly, he presses his palm to the small of your back, his arm extended to keep you steady as you both make your way back towards camp.

“Phew! That was a workout!” Luffy is saying just as you both reach the outskirts of the now-darkened bonfire. Sanji is pulling out a cigarette, striking a match, and first lighting the end before tossing it into the remains of the firewood, fanning it up into a slow flame.

Nami and Usopp both look a bit shaken, but none worse for the wear.

They all pivot to look at you.

You go still against Zoro’s side, uncertainty flooding through you. Faintly, you feel Zoro’s fingers as they press into the bend of your waist, solid and steady.

Then, Usopp coughs, “C’mon y’all — the Shadows that Live? Psh! More like — the Shadows that Fled, am I right? Yeah? Didya see the way I sent ‘em runnin’ with my brand new fire-powered explosion rounds?”

Nami chuckles and Sanji follows suit, shaking his head and letting out a thin wisp of smoke. Luffy’s grins at you, pumping a fist in the air, clapping his right shoulder.

“See? Told you we’d have your back! We are your crew, after all!”

Weakness seeps into your limbs as you nod, hot pin-pricks of tears itching at your lower lashes. You lower your head and rub at your eyes before looking back up again with a smile. Sanji grimaces as he looks over Zoro.

“Got something on your neck, mate.”

Zoro glares but you glance over and feel your stomach twist with guilt.

“Sorry… I can clean that up for you. They’re not deep but they do need to be bandaged up.”

Zoro wipes down his sword before sheathing it and motioning towards the ship. Behind you, you can hear Nami yawning and saying something about catching up on some more sleep and Sanji reassuring her about having the last watch anyway.

The kitchen is still dark, but the dusty dawn sweeps against the far horizon and neither of you bother to turn the lights on. You carefully set the first aid kit on the kitchen counter and collect the supplies as Zoro leans back against the edge and folds his arms. You work in near silence, reaching up to first wipe the thin threads of drying blood before tending to the tiny, crescent-shaped puncture wounds.

You press an alcohol-soaked cotton ball against one of them and feel Zoro wince.

“Sorry.”

“I’m fine.”

You bite your lips, “If this had been a bit deeper or a few inches over —”

“But it wasn’t. So it’s fine.”

You don’t look up at him but you can feel his eyes on you. Your movements are fluid and sure; you’d clearly done this before.

“Hey, look at me.”

You freeze, eyes slowly gliding up the planes and divots of his neck, slipping up the line of his jaw, so sharp it might’ve been turned on a diamond cutter’s lathe. Your breath hitches as you finally meet his eyes, and there’s a dark, knowing glint behind them that makes your stomach flip.

“I’m fine.”

And for the second time in a handful of hours, you’re caught by the realization of your closeness — only a breath of space between you. There’s a crimp at the corner of his mouth that looks dangerously like a smile and then you’re tipping forward, a thumb reaching up to trace the line of his bottom lip once —

The movement acts like a trigger, and suddenly, he is leaning in and the breath of space disappears.

For all your life of stillness, you thought you’d learned to appreciate the depths and widths of movement. But nothing could’ve prepared you for this — for the push and pull of lips on lips, for the force and friction of skin against skin. For the gasp and hiss, for the breath and kiss.

For the feeling of his large palm as it settles along the swallow’s-nest bend of your neck, the way his thumb runs along your jaw like tracing the guard of his beloved sword, tilting your mouth towards him. For the way your heart might flutter like a tiny, caged bird, or the way you might feel his heart thumping like a fist from his chest to yours.

For the way his voice rolls over your name like a ship at sea; for the way it would shake your body from your bones and leave you more liquid than solid in his arms. For how you never used to think your story would be a love story, but then you realize that every story is a love story if caught in the right moment, in the right light.

And here, breaking apart from Zoro, with a thick, stolen streak of lemon-yellow sunlight leaking in from the kitchen window — that’s exactly what it feels like.

“Oh,” is all you have the strength to say.

Zoro, in all his solid brilliance and quiet audacity, laughs.

You taste the smile on your own lips before you realize you’re smiling. But when you try to bury your face in his neck, he winces slightly as you brush his still-fresh wounds.

“Crap, I forgot about these.”

Zoro chuckles as you hurry to press a few small bandages to the wounds.

“It’s okay. So did I.”

You finish dressing his wounds in silence, though this silence is markedly different from every other silence that had ever existed between you. There’s ease and tension, both, and when you’re finally finished, Zoro takes both your hands in his.

“So…” you say, unsure suddenly of where to look.

Zoro’s laugh is just as soft, just as uncertain.

“So.”

You try to look out the window, but by now, the dawning sun is so bright that it temporarily blinds you and you jerk back. Zoro smiles, reaching up to run his thumbs along your closed eyelids before dropping them to hook around your wrists again.

“Do you… wanna talk about it?” he asks, quiet as always.

You purse your lips and let your lashes flutter open. You find him watching you. Heat crests up your shoulders and into your cheeks, and suddenly, the exhaustion of the night before saps at your limbs. You sigh.

“Right now? Not really.”

“Yeah, neither do I,” he says, sounding as relieved as you feel.

You bite your lips and cast your gaze shyly across his face, your bird-wing heartbeat still flapping in your chest. You fight the urge to go still, to reach for that shield that has always protected you before. Faintly, you feel Zoro’s thumbs tracing circles along the insides of your wrists.

“Can I ask for something else, though?”

“What is it?”

You reach up a finger, nudging one of his golden earrings. You don’t miss the way he shivers, or the way his breath quickens in his chest.

“Kiss me again.”

Zoro grins, tugging you towards him, leaning into the curve of your palm as he does.

And does.

And does again.

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t1track · 2 months ago

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heyyy ☺️ was just wondering if u'd wanna write for OPLA Sanji. I'm thinking something about reader being oblivious about his advances (the classic "oh but he's nice to every woman" stuff) and him desperately trying to make reader understand that he's into her lol. idk if that's a good scenario, but honestly write anything about him, I'll eat it up.

Hey there 🏴‍☠️ My first request, omg! I'm so excited, I saw the notif and RAN to my notes app to begin writing. Thank you so much! Honestly, anything about OPLA Sanji >>>>>>

I aimed for the slow burn side. I hope you enjoy it. 🤍

You could never remember what it was like before Sanji came along. Or before the whole Straw Hat crew. You were always together in every journey, every crazy adventure Luffy would put everyone through. And for some reason, for some extremely weird reason, everything seemed way less scary but full of adrenaline with Sanji.

You just loved seeing Sanji being, well, Sanji. It was always in the details. To expect the unexpected because, honestly, that man has always been full of surprises. You just didn't realize how much of those surprises were aimed exclusively at you when it came to romance in general. You always laughed when Zoro would make jokes, calling everyone aboard "madam" at the end of every sentence, making fun of the way Sanji approached your table when you first met at the Baratie. Or when Nami would roll her eyes, calling him a "simp" after almost breaking his neck to look at other women while everyone was extremely busy trying to complete their tasks.

You just couldn't remember noticing when it all started to get different. Your favorite meals almost always on the table. And for you? Obviously, extra portions. "He just loves cooking, and he's so good at making people happy with food!" You would think when eating and making eye contact with him. He would already be looking at you. Way more than you could ever notice. Because you never did!

He was constantly there, in the corner of your eye. When the Going Merry docked in different ports, everyone loved to go out and explore before or in between tasks. You would find Sanji at every turn or even behind you. Maybe it was a coincidence. Surely it was! You were smelling all the spices the island had to offer. He's a chef. Where else would he be?

When walking down alleys at night, ready to go to your quarters for the night, you would fear something would happen as a bunch of creepy stared at you. Until they didn't anymore, and every time Sanji was there. Yes, sure, the whole Straw Hat crew always shared the same rest location.

It's almost as if you missed all the subtle but not-so-subtle cues to the point where even Usopp started giving you weird looks and being extremely direct when you didn't pick up Sanji's flirty advances.

"What, Usopp?" You asked right after Sanji put your favorite dessert in front of you, his gaze lingering on your face as you took a huge bite.

Usopp leaned in, lowering his voice, though not enough to escape Sanji's sharp ears. "You know, I always asked Sanji to make me this giant grilled fish, and he always came up with excuses about missing ingredients or bad fishing days. But you?" He gestured at your dessert. "You asked him yesterday for one of the most difficult desserts to ever exist, and he's got it ready for you! Do you even know what he went through for that?"

You could barely take your eyes off the dessert. "Maybe it was easier because we had the ingredients?" You said, grabbing a napkin.

Usopp scoffed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "What do you mean? Didn't he tell you? He spent the whole night after the ingredients so he could have it ready for you!" He shook his head slowly. "You are really clueless, huh?"

You blinked, genuinely surprised. "Oh yeah, right! Sanji is just a really nice friend and a way better chef who's just looking after his mates." Sanji's beaming smile faltered, replaced by a strained tightness around his mouth when the word "friend" left your mouth.

He quickly turned to busy himself with a pot on the stove.

Usopp groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. "Right. 'Friends.' You keep telling yourself that. Just friends." He mumbled loud enough for everyone but you to clearly hear, "I swear, one of these days, I'm going to knock some sense into both of them!"

He left, and your self-doubt started to get the best of you. "He's Sanji. He could have anyone. I'm just a friend!" Your mind was spiraling at this point, and you felt like the dessert was ready to make its way back up instead of settling in your stomach. You stared at Sanji. You needed air. You stood up so fast that you almost fell down, but you didn't have time to even think. You walked so fast to the bow of the ship that when the fall breeze hugged you in, you could feel nothing was ever a coincidence.

Scaring people away? His protective presence during your supposed 'alone time'?Favorite food with extra portions? Picking a fight with a rando just because they looked at you differently? The subtle touches/brushing your hands or arms when you weren't even so close? It clicked. This wasn't just Sanji being Sanji. This was Sanji being Sanji for you.

A strange warmth spread through your chest, mixing with the sudden chill of the sea air. All those moments, dismissed as friendship or his general chivalry, now throbbed with a different kind of meaning. The familiar comfort you'd always felt around him, the adrenaline. None of it seemed like a coincidence anymore. Your cheeks flushed, not from the cold but from a sudden, crushing wave of embarrassment at your own obliviousness.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you leaned against the edge of the ship, still staring out at the endless expanse of the ocean. "How could I have been so blind?" you whispered, the words barely audible over the wind. Your mind raced through every interaction. He was always there for you.

A shadow fell over you, and the scent of cigarettes and sweet spices wafted gently into the sea air. "Everything alright, darling?" Sanji's voice, usually so booming with compliments, was soft, laced with a genuine concern you'd never truly heard before. He was holding a steaming mug. "You ran off so fast. Figured you might need something warm out here."

He extended the mug, his fingers brushing yours as you took it. His touch, once dismissed as accidental, now sent a jolt straight up your arm, and you pulled your hand back almost instantly, clutching the warm ceramic. You risked a glance at his face. His usual swirling eyebrow was furrowed with a gentle worry directed solely at you. His eyes, though slightly shadowed by the ship's lanterns, were impossibly sincere. Now you realize it. He has always been looking into your soul, and for the first time, you saw him. Not just the dazzling cook, the perverted womanizer, or the (over)protective friend. You saw the careful devotion in his gaze, the quiet concern in his posture, the vulnerability hidden beneath his usual bluster. He wasn't just offering you a warm drink. He was offering you his genuine self.

You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry, the sweet dessert forgotten. A new, unfamiliar warmth grew in your chest, one that felt entirely different from the ease you'd felt before. It was a warmth that brought with it a thrilling, yet terrifying, sense of discovery.

"Thank you, Sanji," you managed to whisper barely. You met his gaze like you meant it for a long moment. His eyes, usually dancing with nonchalant flirtation, held a deep, unwavering intensity directed at you.

His left hand slowly lifted. Your breath caught. His fingers, surprisingly gentle yet firm, cupped the side of your neck, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin just below your ear. The soft brush sent shivers down your spine, and your eyes fluttered closed for a second. The chill sea breeze couldn't contain a single flame of this moment, of this new sensation.

He leaned in slowly, giving you every opportunity to pull away. But you couldn't. You wouldn't. The scent of his cologne, of cigarettes, and something distinctly him enveloped you. His gaze dropped to your lips, and then, soft but undeniably firm, his mouth was on yours.

It wasn't the awkward peck of a nervous boy nor the aggressive claiming of a dominant man. It was a kiss that tasted of sweetness and sea salt, of unspoken yearning and dawning understanding. It was a question, an answer, and a promise all at once. His hand tightened, pulling you just that fraction closer until there was no space left between your bodies, only the dizzying realization that this was real.

And in that moment, a new journey truly began.

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soft-niku-and-sake · 6 months ago

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Zoro's eye scar theory:

Someone on Twitter has this theory that Zoro's eye scar is self-inflicted just like Luffy's and I genuinely can see that happening. It's more interesting and a better theory than Zoro having some hidden power under his eye or the baboons are the ones responsible for it LOL.

I mean Zoro doesn't really have a problem with handicapping himself just to prove a point.

As you can see...

Zoro is like "You find it fun to poke my wound. I'll do you one better." *BAM! cuts himself*

But instead of "gaining his sense of honor" like what the original poster thought of, I kinda imagine Zoro doing this during his observation haki training with Mihawk. Compared to Rayleigh's training, wherein he's a tough but a gentler instructor, I can see Mihawk being stricter and would mock Zoro whenever he makes mistakes, and Zoro, being stubborn and arrogant, would slash his eye to prove to his teacher/rival he can master observation even with just one eye. (Well, this is also the same guy who would cut his legs during Little Garden and his hand when he was handcuffed with Usopp just to fight lol. Who says he won't blind himself. What a freak)

Moreover, people have been speculating that Zoro's potential enemy among the Blackbeard pirates would be Shiryu, who currently has the Clear Clear Fruit. If he were to fight someone who is a strong swordsman and can literally turn invisible, Zoro must have one hell of observational skill to defeat him. If we are going to see a flashback of him stabbing his eye, perhaps it will be during his battle with Shiryu.

I mean Oda could just give him a scar just to make him look cool (which is more likely lmao), but if it were to reveal what happened to his eye, I think this headcanon really makes sense, judging by the way Oda also likes to parallel Luffy and Zoro very much.

Luffy: Stabbing under his eye to prove a point to Shanks

Zoro: Slashing his eye to prove a point to Mihawk.

#zolu #yeah zolu bcz everything is zolu to me lol #luzo #one piece #one piece meta #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #luffy #zoro #op meta #zolu meta #headcanon #theory #one piece analysis #one piece theory #i love zolu parallels

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zosanniz · 3 months ago

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Hello 🤗 If you're interested, may I please request headcanons for the Strawhats with a crewmate that likes to crochet, and their "comfort crochet" pattern is a manatee? So the ship slowly fills up with amigurumi manatees of various colors and sizes. Thank you, friend!

(Can be interpreted as platonic) (alabasta spoilers in vivis) (I didn’t add chopper again I love him I promise) (thriller bark spoilers for brook)

Luffy is the worst to crochet around cuz he is a person that makes it impossible to relax with and focus on a task in silence. Luffy of course catches onto your habit of comfort crochet, and when he’s really, REALLY bored, that’s about the only time he’ll sit still and watch you. Which is how you know he’s truly suffering from boredom. Beyond this, Luffy likes your little hobby and thinks your little manatees are cute!

Zoro doesn’t care too much for the hobby itself and probably pokes fun at you and calls you a granny regardless of your age or gender, (though if you really are uncomfy with the term because of gender identity he’s just gonna use gramps instead) he doesn’t actually mind your hobby or anything he’s just really terrible at bonding and connecting with people. Zoro probably yells at you as to why there’s a million manatees in his room but it’s not serious.

Sanji thinks it’s cute! He likes watching you crochet and might ask to do it with you. He doesn’t know anything about it but is more than happy to learn. In return he’ll teach you how to cook. If you’re making an excessive amount of manatees he will probably ask if you need a hug.

Usopp finds this really cute but probably teases you about it sometimes. He’s just poking fun at you though nothing serious. He’ll actually tell you he thinks your manatees are adorable and asks you to make him one, and then he keeps it by his sleeping quarters FOREVER. He takes the time to learn how to crochet on his own to impress you and give you one!

Nami thinks it’s cute, and over time watching you do it she slowly learns how to do it herself! She assumes you just really love manatees or something, so one day she just buys you a bracelet with manatees on it.

Vivi will talk to you while you crochet. She also finds this really cute and you’ve made her a lot of blue manatees. Even after separating from the crew she still has all your manatees with her, in her room.

Robin watches you crochet. You tend to spend time together by you crocheting and her reading. One day she asks you casually, “will you ever make me one?” And then just laughs affectionately to herself when she finds a purple one in her bag the next morning.

Franky wishes he could do it with you, but, he just can’t get a handle on it at all. Perhaps his hands are too big for it, but that leaves you with a lot of other questions on your mind. That being said, while Franky can be considered an “obnoxious” fellow, he is perfectly capable of being quiet and tinkering away while you crochet. He asks you to make him some all the time.

Brook asks you to make him a pink one. That being said he finds it cute. Manatees and whales are different creatures, but the dark blue manatee you made for him reminds him of Laboon, and it means a lot to him.

Jinbe loves it. It’s only natural, he is a fishman so he likes the manatees a lot, reminds him of childhood. He thinks your hobby is sweet, and often sits with you in a comfortable silence as you crochet. He didn’t know how to at first, but over time he learns with you, and he’ll crochet for you as well!

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cherrydbear · 1 year ago

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Since y'all seemed to like this I'll keep rambling on the subject, I can do this all day. Here are some of those examples where I think their friendship really shines through:

From Sanji's perspective, this guy just showed up outside his restaurant one day, dueled the legendary swordsman who slashed Don Krieg's fleet to pieces, willingly got cut almost in two, nearly bled to death, was tied up by his own crew and then captured by the Arlong pirates, still singlehandedly escaped and came back to join the fight and defeated one of Arlong's best fighters, then nearly bled to death again and woke up just in time to drink himself silly at the afterparty. I've heard people say they "match each other's freak" and that's the truth. Sanji watches this absolute wackadoodle of a man and knows he's found someone who matches his freak. From Zoro's point of view, some cook at a floating restaurant just fed all of their enemies out of principle before kicking their butts. How could he not respect that sort of unconditional adherence to a sense of honor and justice? Especially considering he himself experienced starvation not too long ago in Shells Town. Now this cook, the newest stray in Luffy's collection, immediately proves himself to be immensely capable both in the kitchen and on the battlefield, incurs injury to himself without complaint to protect these people he barely knows, and still is the only person to come sit by Zoro and check up on him. So Zoro knows that Sanji has a heart of pure gold, and I think that's a big part of why he gets frustrated when Sanji tries to cover it up with bravado and perviness.

This scene was really interesting to me because usually when someone demands that Zoro does something, he grouches and grumbles about it, so in this case it seems he just spontaneously started helping out himself. And if there was ever a man whose love language is acts of service, it's Roronoa Zoro. He seems to be more of a "companionable silence" kind of guy, while Sanji's a talker and will say anything to keep feeling connected. Now, I don't know if this is just a me thing, but I like to say my friends' names a lot, even just because the association with them brings me joy, but I rarely use the names of people I'm not close with except to refer to them in third person or to get their attention. In this scene, it seems to me that Sanji keeps repeating Zoro's name as a way to show he's thinking about him and appreciates him being there, though I might just be projecting.

Now, I know shippers go crazy over this one, but I think it's honestly really solid platonic evidence and I'll tell you why (not to dissuade shipping, I think you have to be friends before you can be more than friends so all of this can be fuel for the ship too if you want it to be). Firstly, they're comfortable enough to sleep this close together. Sanji's resting his sleepy head right on Zoro's shoulder (it should have been me, not him) and Zoro just lets him. Also note real quick, only a short distance away Luffy is using Usopp as a pillow, so they're all a cuddly cozy little family. When Zoro notices Sanji mistakenly trying to kiss him, he doesn't even move away, he just makes a face and waits for Sanji to wake up so he can make fun of him. Sanji, for his part, doesn't act embarrassed or disgusted that it turned out to be Zoro there, only playfully mad about his expression. They squabble for a few moments before Luffy pushes past them and they turn their attention to the next thing, argument forgotten, proving that neither was actually angry about anything and they were merely enjoying the opportunity to bicker.

This is from the hunting competition in Little Garden that I mentioned before. I just wanted to point out that both of them are grinning and clearly having a grand time.

(I love how Sanji's hands are just massive sometimes.) They have the entire forest clearing, and Sanji chooses to sit his little booty down right next to Zoro and toss his food at him. They're just like those kids in elementary who had beef over who has a more impressive Pokémon collection and would always sit next to each other at lunch to compare cards and play together at recess but claim they're archnemeses. And for as much as Sanji implied to Usopp (though oblivious) that the heart shaped vegetables were just for the ladies, he did choose to make it and serve it to the whole crew. Speaking of the ladies, Sanji is always adamant about protecting them, but he was perfectly fine with leaving Nami and Robin in Zoro's care, just as Zoro trusted Sanji to take care of Luffy and Usopp.

I also loved how Sanji packed Zoro a cute little lunchbox for exploring and he was NOT going to let no stupid south bird take it from him.

Alright that's all for today folks I gotta wake up in like 5 hours for work lol

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#one piece #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zosan #mine

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urinarythreatinfection · 2 months ago

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Strawhats Masterlist

💋 Smut ❤️ Fluff 💔 Angst 🔥 Joke 💘 Suggestive 👍 Platonic 👨 Male 👩 Female 👤 Gender Neutral 👶 Child Reader ✏️ Drabble 📃 One Shot 💭 Headcanons 🪧 Scenario 💕 Family 🩸 Violence ✅️ Finished

Luffy

Kindness Isn’t Spineless 💔❤️👤✅️

Luffy thinks you're too "kind", unknowing of your past traumas with an abusive ex.

One, Two, Three, Four

Post Jinbe

A Romantic Date ❤️👤💭

Luffy isn't much of a romantic but he loves to love you.

RUFF! ❤️🔥👤��

Being a dogboy only makes Luffy more excited and he's going to make it everyone else's problem.

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

Luffy spilled something like a stupidhead.

Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧

Luffy reallllyyy wants to see Frankys WIP

Scruff ❤️🔥👩👤🪧

Luffy whines like a puppy so you treat him like one.

Is This Love? 💔 ❤️ ��✅️

Confessing to Luffy isn't as sunshine and rainbows as both of you wish it was.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

Post Jinbe, Allusion to Whole Cake, Fishman Island spoilers.

Will You Still Love Me? ❤️🔥👤🪧

You turn into a worm.

You’re Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

You both miss eachother, you're also both on the same wavelength in doing whatever it takes to see eachother sooner.

As You Do So Will I ❤️👍🔥👤📃

Luffy annoys you so much you give him a taste of his own medicine.

Unexpected Hormones ❤️🔥👤🪧

Luffy's pregnant love craves fish but the fish they have is too high in mercury.

Zoro

Roots of Suffering 💔❤️🩸👩📃

Pain from severe migraines makes you to be rash, causing more damage than your mind could on its own.

Tomboy Girlfriend ❤️👩💭

You're completely unruly but okay yes he loves you.

RUFF! ❤️🔥👤🪧

He's a little dumb as a dogboy but he's got the spirit.

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

Clean your equipment after use, guys.

Why are you two friendly 👍📃

Zoro and Sanji are a lot more tame when they're alone

No reader, just characters.

It's YOURS 👍🔥👤📃

You find Zoro's small mossy lookalikes in a forest and decide to have some fun.

Will You Still Love Me? ❤️🔥👤🪧

You turn into a worm.

You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

He's strong enough to catch you from a cliff, probably.

Unexpected Hormones ❤️🔥👤🪧

You really want to touch Zoro's new sword but it's too dangerous for a pregnant you.

Oops! Just a Dream 💔❤️👤🪧

Embarassing yourself over a dream.

MAJOR Wano spoilers in Zoro's

Fun(ny) Halloween 🔥👍👤📃

You dress up as your ship's TERRIFYING swordsman.

Sanji

Tomboy Girlfriend ❤️👩💭

Sanji likes to be a gentleman but with you he's more of a gentle man.

Your Love is My Warmth ❤️👤📃

It's a cold night, but together with you he's never felt warmer.

Fun(ny) Halloween 🔥👍👤📃

You don't know what to go as for Halloween, but get inspiration from a certain cook.

Insecure Love 💔❤️👩📃

Misunderstandings from trauma cause pain for you and Sanji as your relationship goes on.

Major spoilers for episode 1053

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

Rest is important, idiot.

Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧

How'd he get the groceries up there?

OH MY GOD ❤️👍🩸👨📃

Don't walk backwards while hiking on a mountain.

Why are you two friendly 👍📃

Zoro and Sanji are a lot more tame when they're alone

No Reader, just characters.

Confusion in my Love, Part 2, Part 3 ❤️💔💋👨✅️

Sanji struggles with the fact he's fallen in love with a man.

Medium Fishman Island spoilers.

You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

Being your knight in shining armor didn't prepare him for you jumping off a cliff.

Unexpected Hormones ❤️🔥👤🪧

You're pregnant craving icecream.. but there's no milk.

Confession 🔥❤️👨📃

Sanji keeps trying and failing to confess, you get tired of it.

Bad Day 💔❤️👤📃

Sanji has a bad day and you comfort him.

Panties~ 💘❤️👩💭

You and Sanji go panty shopping~

Robin

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

Small mistake isn't everything.

Brook

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

God, just stop making that joke.

Me...? 💘👨🪧

Brook finds out his charm hasn't quite disappeared yet.

Nami

You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

There's no way you would jump off a cliff just to see her sooner, right?

I'm Better 💋❤️👨📃

Nami tells you to use a toy to curb your libido, but it becomes her enemy.

Usopp

Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧

No he doesn't need help but maybe if you gave it he wouldn't decline it.

Chopper

Apple a Day 🔥👍👤✏️

Chopper "nags" you too much so you attempt preventative measures.

Jinbe

Me...? 💘👨🪧

You have tea with Jinbe and reveal less than innocent thoughts.

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bokutosbiceps · 2 years ago

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don't be afraid to catch feels

eustass kid/monkey d luffy/roronoa zoro/trafalgar d water law/usopp/vinsmoke sanji x gn!reader | fluff | ~2k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit

a/n: idk i just really wanted to write so THIS was born !!! how some of the one piece boys realize they have feelings for ya !! might do this for other fandoms too��actually yeah i will LOL probably if i don’t forget

NOTE: i end them after their confession on PURPOSE so you can choose your own adventure 😆 also there’s more dialogue for luffy’s + usopp’s so they’re a bit longer !!

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

eustass kid is angry. he's angry that he developed a crush on you. it's so stupid, he thinks. so outta character.

everyone on the victoria punk knows it, including you. and much to kid’s dismay, so does killer. killer talks to him about it everyday, trying to coax a confession out of him in the most gentle yet firm way he can. he wants his captain to be happy, and he knows that you can make him happy, because you already do without knowing it.

kid is completely docile in your presence, and protective. he’s more quiet, because he wants to hear what you have to say. he’s around more, because he wants to keep an eye on you. and maybe because he likes being in your presence.

kid tells (threatens) the rest of his crew that, even though they’re like brothers to him, they’ll be ripped to shreds if any of them so much as glance at you the wrong way.

luckily for you and unluckily for him, you’d heard his very public threat to the kid pirates, save for you.

you ask kid what the hell all that was about and he simply shrugs, rolling his eyes and trying but failing to keep his cool. you scoff and chuckle at his indignance. you continue to press him till he finally gets annoyed and locks eyes with you, his pupils dilated and his lips spread out into a crazy grin.

“jus’ claiming what’s mine.”

monkey d luffy is seeking out the smartest person he knows, and once he sees her, he’s barreling toward her at lightning speed. hands appear, arising from the wood of the sunny’s deck and forming a net right in front of robin, effectively catching luffy and recoiling him flat onto his butt.

“robin! what was that for?” luffy whines, adjusting his straw hat and tilting it back so that he can look at robin.

“i’d prefer to not be crashed into, captain.” robin shuts her book and gives luffy a gentle, almost maternal smile. “now, what has you so excited?”

luffy is thoughtful as he opts to lay back down on the deck, tilting his straw hat over his face to shield his eyes from the sun. he’s not excited, kinda confused, actually.

he’s good with his feelings, because he knows his feelings. he's familiar with them. but these feelings—the ones he's been feeling for the past couple of weeks or so—are new. he doesn’t know them, but he wants to learn about them. so here he is, ready to learn with the smartest person he knows.

“well…i wouldn’t call it excited, ya know?” luffy stretches his arms overhead before folding them behind his head. robin chuckles quietly, already aware of luffy’s feelings before he'd even realized them himself.

“what would you call it then?” robin asks patiently.

“like…i dunno! it’s different! it’s different with ‘em…” luffy trails off, sinking back into his thoughts.

“different with who?”

“y/n!” luffy chirps, feeling himself smile at the mention of your name. “i’m really happy they’ve joined the crew!”

“happy like…you’re happy that i joined the crew?”

“nuh uh, like…i always wanna be near ‘em. i like when they laugh, when they’re happy. their smile’s real nice, too.” luffy pauses. “it’s a lot of fun to be alone with ‘em! makes me feel good…”

robin takes her time explaining what these feelings mean, that that bubbly, queasy feeling in his stomach was not, in fact, indigestion. once robin’s words seep into luffy’s thick, rubber skull, he jumps up off the deck and wraps robin in a tight hug, grinning the whole time and whisper yelling i gotta go tell ‘em!

luffy finds you instantly, almost like his body contains a homing device that always leads to you. you notice way too late that you are in the direct path of the tornado that is luffy, and he tackles you, causing you to fall back. luffy is quick to catch you, stretching an arm around your waist and bringing you to his chest, looking at your face with such intensity you can’t keep your face from heating up.

you’re breathless. due to the adrenaline from almost cracking your skull against the wood of the ship, and from the i’ve got feelings for ya! robin says they're love feelings! do you feel the same? that rushed out of luffy’s mouth.

roronoa zoro is confused. honestly, more confused than he’s ever been in his life. then he’s annoyed. why did he have to develop feelings for a crewmate, let alone you? it would just get in the way of everything. he wants to focus on his dream, on luffy’s dream, and sometimes even on sanji’s dream.

he doesn’t consider himself a particularly selfish person, but he wanted to focus on himself first.

but then he sees you smile. he hears you laugh. he watches you work and hone your craft, a look of ecstatic determination on your face and the tip of your tongue peeking out between your pursed lips as you focus. suddenly, he realizes it’s really not about him anymore. it’s about you.

he starts to avoid you like the plague—he figures that if he can’t see you, you can’t see him. but he’s oh so wrong.

when you decide you've had enough of this, you stop zoro, your hand gripping his shoulder and pulling as hard as you can. zoro raises an eyebrow at you and turns around, crossing his arms and waiting for you to explain yourself.

“you’ve been avoiding me.” you state, leaving no room for disagreement or excuses.

“says who?” zoro is very good at playing dumb.

“says me. and luffy.” you huff a bit as you remember your encounter with your captain. how his lips had twisted to the side and how his eyes had shot up to the sky when you’d asked what zoro’s problem was.

“luffy doesn’t know—”

“know why you’ve been avoiding me?” you step closer to zoro, your eyes locked on his and staring into his soul, searching for answers. “i’m sure we’d both love to know.”

zoro scoffs and rolls his eyes, taking a step back from you and turning his face to the sea. the cool ocean breeze feels nice against his burning face. he grimaces as he turns back to you, figuring he might as well get this over with.

“ilikeyou.” zoro mumbles, the words rushing out of his mouth and stopping quickly as they had started.

you shake your head and lean closer to zoro, turning your head to the side so his lips are inches away from your cheek.

“can you repeat that, please, roronoa?”

“i like you.” zoro says the three, short, quipped words. he’s frowning and his arms are crossed and pulled tightly against his chest, in hopes to dampen the hammering of his heart.

trafalgar d water law is no stranger to stuffing his feelings deep inside of his chest and leaving them there to rot. so he’s wondering why in the fresh hell these annoying feelings for you keep resurfacing. they crawl up his esophagus and reflux into his mouth, leaving a bitter taste behind and making him scowl every time he feels them.

and to you, it seems as though every time the two of you lock cross paths, he narrows his eyes at you and stalks away. he rarely talks to you anymore, although the conversations you'd shared before were usually very short, yet somehow still meaningful.

you decide to confront him about it, byway of bepo, who happened to know exactly why law was seemingly scarce around you.

“c-captain? our captain?” bepo stutters, bringing his paw up to his mouth and feigning surprise. “wow! i have no clue why he’d do something like that!”

you frown at bepo. it’s painfully obvious he knows everything about the answer to your question. “spill it, bepo.”

bepo starts to make gestures with his hands and little struggle noises with his mouth. he has no clue how to get out of this one. so he does, indeed, spill it.

a few minutes later, after bepo was done with his rambling and law’s confession, you approach law with a smug smile on your face.

it doesn’t take a genius to be able to tell why you’re smirking like that, and law immediately pinches the bridge of his nose and tilts his head down.

“that damn bear…”

usopp is sweaty. he’s sweaty, he’s wringing his hands, twirling his hair around his fingers, readjusting his goggles on top of his head. he can’t sit still. he’s been thinking about how on earth to deal with his feelings: does he just shove 'em deep down inside or does he shout 'em from the crow’s nest? he hasn’t had romantic feelings for anyone since he left kaya, and he simply cannot deal.

“usopp…” nami says softly, touching usopp on the shoulder. he jumps, then flinches at his overreaction to his best friend’s simple and gentle gesture. “can you just tell them, please?”

“n-no! why should i?” usopp frowns at nami and furrows his eyebrows, knowing full well that it’d be best for his health and the crew’s sanity to just come out and tell you.

“if you don’t…” nami grins at him, slowly and mischievously, “i’ll tell them myself.”

usopp immediately springs up from his chosen sulking location and mutters an okay, okay! behind him as he leaves nami. he’s back to sweating, wringing his hands, playing with his hair, and fidgeting with his goggles.

you notice usopp looking particularly dreadful and wait for him to get closer to your position on the deck. you reach out and catch his hand, giving it a light tug so that he’s moving closer to you. he seems so deep in thought that he doesn’t even notice.

“usopp?” you tug on his hand twice, trying to get his attention. usopp meets your gaze and stares at you blankly before shaking his head and becoming aware of the situation. he tries to withdraw his hand from your grip but you’re holding on tightly, and he realizes he’s trapped.

“y/n! fancy seeing you here!” usopp laughs loudly, trying to mask the way that he’s absolutely crumbling and melting.

“what’s on your mind, usopp?”

“you.” usopp covers his mouth with his free hand immediately after the words come out of his mouth. what was he thinking, being so forward? he quickly looks away from you, directing his eyes to the clouds above. “i mean, nami was talking about you earlier. that’s why i’m thinking about you. no other reason!”

a small smile spreads across your lips. “oh, yeah. she told me something super interesting about you earlier today…” you say, drawing out the last few syllables and relishing in the way usopp looks at you in utter horror.

“nami told you that i like you?” he breathes.

“no, but you just did.”

vinsmoke sanji is aware that he actually likes you. that you're not just another pretty face he admires. he’s always known you were gorgeous, the apple of his eye, the object of his affection. you never noticed that it different, though. thinking back on it, you’re glad that you didn’t notice, because you might’ve thought it meant something bad. quite the contrary, in fact.

sanji knows he loves you when he feels calm in your presence. when he��s not acting like a fan boy and when he spends hours talking with you while he cooks or does the dishes or plans the crew's next meal. you’re always around, and yet, he’s never nervous.

when he really realizes it, though, it’s when he catches a glimpse of nami’s naked silhouette through the crack in the bathroom door and he doesn’t even flinch. not a tingle, not a single palpitation. it’s not you, and his heart knows it, so he’s calm. this is when he knows he has to confess.

“y/n…darling…” sanji says, grasping your hands in his own and looking you in the eyes. “i have to tell you something—something i’ve never told anyone before.”

you look at him, an eyebrow raised in skeptical curiosity. sanji looks worried, and he almost never looks worried. your mind is going a mile a minute, your brain flipping through pages and pages of things he could possibly say to you within the next minute. because of this, you miss the way sanji squeezes your hands, and the way he sucks in a deep breath.

“i’m in love with you.”

taglist: @usoppsstar (i literally can’t remember anyone else rn lolol, i just knew i wanted to surprise ya coco) | @kingofthe-egirls | @pileofmush | @anemptypuddingcup

#one piece #one piece x reader #kid x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #law x reader #usopp x reader #sanji x reader #eustass kid #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d law #trafalgar d water law #vinsmoke sanji

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kesadoll · 6 months ago

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♡ CWS. MDNI 4k wrds! kinda crazy black! reader, boxer!zoro unprotected, AGAINST THE WINDOW, old friends t lovers, fingering, (almost) oral {z}, fingering, squirting, she throws it back on him :p, zo is very nasty in the mouth, {petnames: baby, mama, ma || reader calls him ♡ zo ♡ || he calls himself daddy like once}, srry if i said "y'all" too much im from the country ♡

♡ sum. your old moss-headed friend from high school has become your most recent obsession, & luckily you received an invite to one of his upcoming matches...

kesa's note did i eat the banner or what ?!?! i think im starting to get the hang of this again yall hold on! this was really smthn fun, smthn easy, smthn for the dolls♡ pt.2? asks & reblogs always welcome!

“where is heeeee~” you huffed, searching for that moss-headed idiot you hadn’t seen for years.

of course, aside from when you would see him on tv. your old friend from high school: roronoa zoro. he still had the same mossy green buzz cut as always, but now he looked like he was carved from the gods themselves, which was only decorated by his tattoos and the scars on his chest and eye. seeing him like that pulled at your chest, tightening it.

you didn’t just want his attention anymore; you needed it. all. of. it.

you would always find yourself in front of your tv on a thursday night, anticipating the handsome man to appear on screen. he’d finally gone pro in boxing, like he used to talk about. you were obsessed, whether you’d like to admit it or not, and that fire was only ignited by your phone buzzing, pulling you out of one of your silent “just scrolling on instagram and so happened to see him on your feed” escapades.

it was robin, one of the girls from your old high school friend group. she wanted to surprise zoro at his last match of the season, knowing he was going to host an afterparty in one of the most notorious clubs in the city.

after some contemplation and some reassurance from the others (luffy, usopp, nami, robin, jinbe, franky, vivi, sanji, & broooks) you finally set it upon yourself to go.

as the days grew closer, you got more nervous but oddly excited. you’d finally get to see your latest obsession in the flesh, and you had the craziest dreams just thinking about it.

you definitely made sure you’d be dolled up: lashes done, your nails done in cute french tips and your toes matched, everything waxed, your silk press on LOCK. not that you didn’t care about your maintenance, but it was reaaaaal important now.

it was finally match day, and you could hardly wait for it to start. you put on your athlete’s gf best: a skintight black dress that barely covered the very tops of your thighs, poppin out your so-kate's you never took out the box just for today.

you even brought out your little nameplate chain and watch to match, grabbing your black puffer jacket and your small purse on your way out the door to robin’s deep blue car that the girls waited for you in.

“cmon pretty girl! they're gonna take our seats!” you heard nami giggle out of the passenger seat, vivi opening the backseat door with a big smile.

you absolutely adored going anywhere with your girls. there was no doubt that every single time there would be some sort of pregame, and tonight was no different. you, nami, and vivi passed around shots (which looked more like the 3 of you taking big sips of don julio before robin took it away), and a blunt you ended up rolling.

the stadium finally came into view, the four of you scrambling to make sure your makeup, hair, and perfume were just as good as they were when yall left.

y’all’s beauty sesh was cut abruptly when a black car blasting music zipped past, luffy’s stupid head sticking out the window, giving yall a dumb smile. you could only imagine how fucked up the guys were.

after what felt like forever finding a parking spot, the four of you hopped out, the cool air making you shiver as you put on your jacket. you guys walked up to the entrance, doing the usual event procedures.

the guys weren’t far behind yall, finally walking inside and making your way to your seats, which were closer to the ring than you had thought. you grew impatient, the realization of where you were finally starting to set in.

luckily for you, it didn’t take much longer; the lights besides the ones above the ring dimmed slightly, your heart pounding in your ears once you heard the announcer come on the speakers.

you sort of tuned out the first introduction since it wasn’t about the man you came here to see in the first place, but it was for a man you’ve heard before: his name was arlong. everything else about him was drowned out by cheers and boos, fading out once music began to play.

9 by drake began to play, and you knew what time it was having watched his matches so many times before; zoro was finally here.

“33 fights, 33 victories, 24 wins by KO, 27 consecutive KOs..” you mumbled with the announcer under your breath, “this champion from los angeles california is your reigning, defending, undefeated, universally recognized middleweight champion, roronoa zoro,” the crowd begins to yell, your friends in shock at how famous their old friend had gotten, “AKA TRIPLEEEEEE FIST!”

just over your left shoulder, you could see a green buzzcut surrounded by men in black come from an entrance, and god was he a sight to see. his broad shoulders complimenting his soft muscles, your favorite tattoo of his crawling up his side from his v-line, along with that deep scar on his chest . . . he looked so fucking good. he had that nonchalant smile on his face, taking pictures and signing posters that kids lined up against the railing flung out towards him.

you gawking was cut short by luffy and usopp yelling zoro’s name like idiots, which made nami’s hand that you had held for support squeeze.

“ZORO!! OVER HERE!!” they both yelled, hopping up and down like high school girls. robin facepalmed while nami yelled a motherly “shut the fuck up!” in which the boys sat down, but it didn’t matter since zoro looked over once he was in front of your row, his face going from shock to happiness.

“oh shit- girl, do you see him???!?!?!” nami leaned over to you, making sure her voice was low.

“yes, he’s hard to miss, oh my god. .” you couldn’t hide the fascination in your voice, trying to put on your best game face. before you'd only seen him on tv, but in person he looked even better.

“when did he get so hot???” she said, slightly putting her hand over her mouth. you almost responded, giving nami a slight side eye since she was talking about your man like that, but you knew she didn’t know how enamored he had you.

you didn’t need to respond though, because you watched as his eyes trailed from your heels . . . up your cocoa-buttered legs, eyes dancing as they traveled up to your thighs, which made you cross your legs, and then suddenly the two of you made eye contact.

his eyelids lowered as he looked from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes again, that nonchalant smile turning into an even sexier one. he turned since his security kept pushing him toward the ring, but your eyes never left his body, both nami and robin gripping either of your arms at this point, freaking out that he just looked at you the way he did.

“did he just-???” you stuttered, your face in awe.

“ithinkthefuckso!” nami blurted out, shaking your arm.

“oh he wants you, and bad. he just eye-fucked you in front of my corn dog, bitch.” robin said half seriously, which warranted a cackle from both you and nami.

the fight didn’t last long, though close, resulting in another win under zoro’s belt. sweat coated his body in a heavenly sheen. he was escorted out of the ring and down into the aisle again, you and your friends in a group on the sides. you were talking to vivi when, out the corner of your eye, you saw the guys dapping up zoro, security slightly on edge, seeing how they practically slapped each other around. you kept your cool, trying not to freak out seeing him make his way to y’all.

“hey,” zoro’s voice cut through the conversation, his eyes scanning over the four of you, “just invited luffy n' them to my afterparty; y’all coming?”

you all nodded, smiles big across your faces. zoro looked you up and down, licking his bottom lip. “can’t wait to see you there, mama.”

your heart felt like it was at the top of your head at this point, having to blink yourself out of your shock. the combination of the way he looked at you and the way his sweat pooled on the waistband of his shorts you needed that BAD.

“yeah.” was all you could get out, your cheeks burning from how big your smile was.

zoro hummed, letting his security push him away with a smirk on his face. you couldn’t help yourself anymore and quickly spun yourself around, fangirling.

at the club…

you were getting antsy, this time a little bit of anger boiling in the pit of your stomach at the fact he had you waiting like you were some kind of whore. which undeniably it was the truth, but you were only a whore for him. the amount of late nights you had just thinking about him alone was a testament to that.

eventually though, your mind was taken off of him by robin pulling you along with her to dance. you and the girls most definitely were turnt up, the loud music and dancing making your pregame earlier worth it.

all while you were shaking ass and body rolling your tipsy ass away, zoro made his entrance. the bottle girls followed behind him as him and his entourage + bodyguards made their way over to the V.I.P section you all were in. zoro wore a dark t-shirt that hugged his chest and he wore baggy jeans. to top it all off, you couldn’t help but notice he was decorated in gold jewelry like a present waiting to be unwrapped. his chains, the 3 stacked lobe piercings, the small nose ring you didn’t know he had until now, the watch that decorated the tatted arm that held the drink in his hand..

of course, there were girls trying to get his attention and get handsy. one girl in particular followed him to the couch, putting her hands on his leg like she was the shit. zoro already had a drink in his hand, bringing it to his lips that were curled into a smirk, showing off his blinged out teeth…………oh fuck that.

you found yourself strutting over, not paying attention to a concerned nami and vivi behind you. zoro’s eyes fixed on you, forgetting for a moment just how good you looked which was part of the whole reason why he invited you here to begin with.

the girl noticed zoro wasn’t paying much attention to her anymore and when she turned her head to see you sauntering over, her face contorted with jealousy.

“hey m-“ zoro stood to meet you, but you stopped him from coming closer with your index finger once he was right in front of you.

“mm mm, you come in here like hot shit ‘n forget you ‘can’t wait’ to see me?” you said to him, trying to ignore the smirk he still had on his face as he looked at you through his eyelashes.

“mama, you know it ain’t like that.” he tried to step closer but you still held your ground, slightly distracted at how sexy he looked with the lights on him like this, “i’m an athlete you know how some people get.”

you raised an eyebrow, slightly because he was calling you out yourself and he didn’t even know it. “and i’m supposed to to believe you because?”

“cause i ain’t like that, y/n, you know me better than that,” zoro chuckled and brought his drink to his lips, his other hand reaching for your waist and pulling you close, his hand finding solace on your ass which it almost completely covered, the seductive tone in his voice making you feel weak in the knees, “let me make it up to you, i’ll do anything you want n’ take you back to my place.”

you hadn’t heard your name from his mouth in a long time, let alone did you think he’d remember it after all these years. but up this close you were able to see the bling you saw on his teeth were actually gold grillz that spelled out his name: zoro at the top & roronoa on the bottom. you hummed in thought, bringing your hand up to his chin just behind his goatee, “then give me all of your attention tonight.”

“i can do that, no problem.” he leaned his face closer to yours, but you denied him the satisfaction of a kiss, playfully pushing yourself off him.

“great, but first since you offeredd~..” you motioned over your shoulder to your friends dancing like their lives depended on it, luffy somehow having a girl who looked far out of his league all over him, “make sure our friends have plenty of drinks and food, yeah?”

your night was everything you could’ve dreamed of. saying zoro was attached to you like velcro would be an understatement. wherever you went he was close behind you, grabbing your hips to push your ass back into him anytime you danced or just stood around. he wasn’t playing about you, and he wanted everyone to know that.

especially when he gripped you by the back of your neck, turning your head to meet your lips with his that were sweet with liquor. his lids were low as he leaned down in your ear, the husk in his voice making your breath hitch, “you ready t’come home with me?”

you nodded again with heart eyes while you stared at his lips, feeling his hands start to travel across your body. it was time to go, and immediately at that. you figured you’d just text your girls in the morning, knowing they’d understand especially since they saw how he looked at you earlier. security escorted the both of you outside and to zoro’s black ferrari, the two of you being met with paparazzi along the way. zoro opened the passenger door for you, going over to the drivers side and getting in before he sped off, his hand rubbing dangerously close figure 8’s into the fat of your inner thigh.

you leaned over the center console, planting kisses along zoro’s jaw and neck, a small mewl escaping from your lips that was drowned out by the music that was blasting. zoro’s pinky grazed your essence soaked panties, clenching his jaw once he felt how wet you already were.

the two of you made it downtown and to his apartment building, hardly able to keep your hands off of one another. the hallways and elevator had you pushed up on them once or twice, you and zoro’s lips crashing into each other with greed. finally making it to the penthouse floor, you were in awe when you turned around and saw the dark modern aesthetic of the home before you.

to your right was a staircase illuminated by lights underneath. you were elated to finally be in this man’s home after only seeing glimpses of it off his socials, it being even better in person. you began to walk up the stairs, not knowing where they led, but you still continued nonetheless.

“you already tryin’ to go up to my room?” zoro teased with a raised eyebrow, following upstairs behind you.

you rolled your eyes, “you act like you haven’t been trying to have me here anyway.”

once you made it to the top, your eyes widened, seeing the vertical windows that took up almost an entire wall. the view through them was beautiful, especially with the downtown lights illuminating the sky. you walked closer to the window, trying not to press up against it since it looked very clean.

“got the best view, don’t i?” zoro came up behind you, hands rubbing up and down your sides, smiling at you.

“you do, your room is nice as fuck.”

“mmmhmm.” you could tell he wasn’t paying much attention, his nose buried in the crook of your neck to take in your scent.

you tilted your head, granting him more access. he mumbled something akin to “thank you baby” against your neck which sent shivers down your spine. he left you sloppy, intense kisses down your neck and shoulder, his hands pushing your dress up the fat of your hips.

he lifted his lips off your neck just for a moment, the loss of his touch warranting a whine to escape from your lips. “yeah?” he teased, pushing your dress down your chest to your waist. he pulled your hips back against himself, his dick pressing up against your lower back, straining against his baggy pants, “you’re so needy, baby.”

“shut up-“ you leaned your head back against his shoulder and grabbed one of his hands from off your hip and brought them up to your breasts. since you wore no bra there was nothing to brace yourself for his big, muscular hands fondling them. when he decided to pay attention to your nipples, which he made sure not to do so often because the whines you made to beg him made him even harder, he tugged and rolled them so slow your legs began to tremble off that alone.

“zo-” you whined, your insides throbbing, aching for something, “i want you.”

those simple 3 words were like an ‘on’ button for zoro. a grunt escaped his lips before they met yours, his tongue intertwining with your own. his right hand slid down your waist and into your panties, rubbing his fingers in between your folds, coating them in your essence. feeling his touch made you see stars. it was so little, but all the times you touched yourself imagining it was him. and this? this was better than your cunt could’ve ever imagined.

zoro’s own heart began to thump out of his chest seeing you almost come completely undone once he had his middle finger inside you. just off your moans and the lewd squelching your pussy already started to make, he could tell you wanted this and it made him want you even more. with his left arm draped across your chest, he made sure to hold you up once he put his ring finger, groaning when he felt how you sucked him right up.

“you needed this s’fucking bad, didn’t you?” he said against your lips, chuckling when all you could do was babble ‘pleasepleaseplease’ once he curled his fingers. his rough palm bobbling against your clit making your ears get all hot and fuzzy. “gonna cum for me in front of my window like this, hm? you’re s’fucking nasty, baby.”

“zo~!” you hiccuped, the nastiness of his words sparking a fire in between your legs. you reached your hand up, resting it on the back of zoro’s head, holding on to what little hair his buzzcut left him while your glossy (or at least what was left) lips parted to make way for the moans that bubbled from deep within your tummy. “ngh! fuck fuck fuck zo- i’m gonna- !!” his hand never let up, even as your pussy squeezed around his fingers. even as his fingers became coated in your essence, moving to rub deep circles on your aching bundle of nerves, squirt trickling down your thighs and his hand.

“fuuuck- you’re such a good girl for me..” he shuddered while he released his tight hold of you with his left arm, finally freeing himself from his pants. he brought his other hand up to you lips and you took them in your mouth to suck and swirl your tongue around them.

zoro slipped his cock between your folds, just rocking his hips to coat it with your essence. when you felt him your eyes got big. not because it was the biggest (it was maybe a good 7 and some change), but it was thick. like stretch you OUT thick even though this wasn’t your first rodeo either.

he gave you that sly smile at your reaction, taking his hands from your mouth and kissing you deep, taking a moment to taste you on your tongue which made his dick jump against your pussy. “jus’ relax mama. y’know ‘m gonna take care of you,” he grunted a little, pushing just his tip inside you, your brows furrowing as your breath hitched, “even after this m’gonna.”

“y-yeah?” you stammered feeling him pull you back onto his cock, bracing yourself while you pushed your hand back to his stomach to try and lessen how deep he was. “z- ah! w-wait s’ too-”

“ah ah ah don’t run from me. stay right there f’me.” he still slowly pushed against your hand until his hips met your ass with a little “plap!” zoro began to give you slow shallow thrusts, still giving you time to adjust to his width. he could tell by the way your shoulders relaxed that you were finally ready, and his thrusts quickened as such.

zoro’s mouth fell open, his own moans sounding like a response to yours. he pushed his shirt up his waist but got irritated once it fell again. he opted for the sexier route though, lifting the end of his shirt up to his teeth and holding it there, still talking to you like some slut while his hand found solace around your neck, his dick pushing deeper and deeper, even until his tip began to leave kisses on your cervix. “god, you feel so good baby y’dont even fuckin’ know..” you a cockdrunk, teary mess against his windows could barely even respond to his filthy words. the way his balls slapped your clit, how blissed he looked there behind you with his shirt between his teeth, how focused he looked once he tilted his hips and heard the pornagraphic moan that left your mouth.”i know you feel m’fuckin’ dick, baby, tell me it feels good i wanna hear you say it.”

the slew of words made you squeeze around him, rocking your hips against him, wanting more “s’goods’goods’goods’goodpleasezo” you whined feeling his cock twitch against your walls. it was getting harder and harder for him to keep it easy on you especially with the way you left a ring of your essence on the base of his dick.

“yeah??” he cooed at you, zoro leaning down and putting his weight on you. this new angle made your eyes shoot to the back of your head and your legs almost gave out beneath you.“if it feels so good then cum all over daddy’s dick, ma,” not only did zoro keep going, but his thrusts were a lot more aggressive now. he kept one hand on your hip and one on your neck, his lips painfully close to your ear, “fuckin’ do it.”

the authority in his voice and that dumb nickname absolutely sent you over the edge. “m’gonna hic cum s’hard- s’good zo~” you babbled, your body reaching its high. as your mouth fell open you let out a long string of moans, desperation filling your voice and body while you threw your ass back onto zoro, your puffy lips curling into a greedy smile. “give it t’me.”

“oh shi- fuckkkk- you brat.” he groaned, his shirt slipping from his lips while he threw his head back. zoro’s hips began to stagger all while you were being pumped full of his cum. you ground your hips down on him real good one last time, pouting when he jerked away and pull out of you completely, resting his head against your shoulder with a pant. “fuck you’re good.”

“mmph- thank you..” you shivered, feeling his hands drag up and down your sides and belly.

“i want you t’come with me to japan. i got a house out there i go to during off season, n’ i don’t wanna be alone. i missed you.” zoro said quite sweetly, kissing your shoulder.

you hummed, leaning away from zoro and getting down onto the floor, down on your knees, looking at him through half lidded eyes, “or do you jus’ wanna fuck.”

“both.”

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luffydotcom · 7 months ago

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straw hats and birthday gifts

synopsis: headcanons on gifts i think the straw hats would like on their birthdays! (+ their birthdays in general)

feat: luffy, zoro, nami, usopp, sanji (i was going to do the rest but it was getting pretty long)

notes: this is my first post ever on this blog and on tumblr... but since my birthday is coming up soon, and i love one piece, i had to make this! i had to think really hard about this to be honest, since they're all so different from each other + their interests are quite different

warnings: (slight) whole cake island spoilers in sanji's part

luffy:

LUFFY doesn't take his birthdays too seriously. he does take note of when his birthday is coming up, but it's not something he's too bothered about. he probably wouldn't ask for too much for his birthday, since every day is a fun day for him, so is his birthday much different?

however, he would definitely be happy with anything food-related - a big, cartoonishly towering cake (baked by sanji, of course, for his special day) that he could eat with his friends would make him very happy.

honestly, luffy would appreciate anything that satisfies his stomach - even a huge piece of meat, made extra special and extra large, would be enough of a gift for him!

most importantly, a big party with all his friends on the ship would make his whole birthday complete. he loves to party, and it would feel even more fun on such a special day.

zoro:

ZORO doesn't care too much about his birthday. he's only getting a year older, why make a big deal out of it? it's part of life, right? he's not the type to ask for gifts - but if he were to receive any, he would definitely appreciate it and be grateful for it, even if he doesn't explicitly show it.

anything that would help zoro take care of or maintain his swords he would definitely appreciate. his swords are very important to him - the thought of someone acknowledging this through a gift would almost certainly make him happy on his birthday.

additionally, zoro trains a LOT. if you were to give him training equipment on his birthday - even something as ridiculous as the comically big dumbbells he uses, or even a mat to work out on, he would definitely love! it shows that you understand his interests and priorities and want to help him in becoming stronger.

nami:

due to NAMI'S childhood, she never had much time to celebrate her birthday or receive any nice gifts. it would definitely mean a lot to her to receive a gift on her birthday, and while she would be happy with anything, she does have her own preferences.

nami is very a fashionable girl that enjoys dressing for the occasion. she loves designer fashion and luxury brands and would be over the moon to receive this as a gift. however, even if it wasn't designer or expensive, she would be happy nonetheless - she still has new additions to her wardrobe!

on the topic of fashion, nami loves making her outfits stand out. she would absolutely love receiving accessories to add to her wardrobe - especially jewellery. (it doesn't have to be very expensive, although she would be over the moon if it was!) new earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets or rings would make a great birthday gift.

and honestly, if that's too hard, just give her a wad of cash - she wouldn't complain at all. she could just buy whatever she wants using it as gift money.

usopp:

USOPP somewhat looks forward to his birthday - it's a day all about him, for him, why shouldn't he get just a little excited? although, he won't make a big scene for it. he isn't very demanding with what he wants, but there are definitely certain things he would like for his birthday.

usopp is creative, trying to design new things to help the crew (such as with nami's clima-tact) and also for himself. anything arts, crafts, or graphics related, such as a sketchbook or new pencils, pens, or other art supplies would have him overjoyed on his birthday, showing you understand his creative side.

obviously, since usopp is a sniper, a new type of gunpowder or ammo would also make a great gift for him. if you gave him something creative and new that would be great on enemies that he doesn't have in his inventory, or something he can use to create a new kind of gunpowder, it would be not only a great gift, but a useful one.

sanji:

SANJI never celebrated his birthdays in his early childhood. while his brothers were celebrating their birthdays together as a family, he sat quietly in a cell from afar, forgotten. although when he was adopted by zeff, he would get small gifts and plenty of birthday punches from the chefs at the baratie. sanji is a giver who expects nothing in return, so to receive a gift on his birthday - even a small one - would make his heart melt.

being a chef, sanji would love a new cookbook for his birthday. cooking is his passion, and he loves trying new things and experimenting with his food. a cookbook bursting with recipes he hasn't tried or are completely new to him he would absolutely love!

additionally, he would love new seasonings or spices as a gift. even it if was a small amount, he would be overjoyed that he has something new to add to his cooking, especially as with seasonings, the options are practically limitless.

sanji cares a lot about his appearance and looking his best, much like nami. a new suit and tie or new fashionable clothing would be perfect for him. more specifically, new shoes with strong soles and durability would have him absolutely thrilled and extremely thankful... his shoes can only take so much damage with all the kicking he does.

if it was from a lady, realistically speaking, sanji would be happy with practically anything, even a jar of dirt... LOL

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carrie-tate · 15 days ago

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It turned out that there were many more people who wanted to hear my headcanons, wow, I was very pleasantly surprised, thank you all!

‎I'll start with the fact that probably most (everyone) will agree with me that on a ship all sorts of skirmishes, fights, arguments, and other more peaceful ways of uniting the team are very common. Including tickling cases.

‎And of course, of course the main instigator of 99% of such cases is our beloved captain, aka Luffy, because, well, have you even seen this bundle of youthful energy? Who canonically wants his nakama to smile with him and for it to be fun first and foremost and then everything else? (Remember the arc before Drum Island and Chopper's appearance, when Nami got sick and Luffy was really worried that he couldn't make her laugh??? Best captain ever???)

‎This Idiotically Chaotic Good™ doesn't even need a reason to just jump on someone from his crew from behind, wrapping his arms around the unfortunate person four times and reaching his fingers everywhere he can. And he definitely laughs along with the one he tickles, with the most satisfied look

‎I think he and Ace had a lot of skirmishes, and until a short moment, Ace was the only one who was able to pin Luffy down and give him what he was serving (not that he would have minded much, of course)

‎Until Zoro showed up, the second one who was able to pin Luffy down as well (well, and Robin of course, how could we do without her)

‎I like that Luffy canonically ticklish ✨ the best moment of the entire anime I think ☝️✨ although it seems to me that his torso is more sensitive than his limbs, and overall he's somewhere around a 5/10 on the sensitivity scale.

‎Speaking of Zoro again, he's a solid 3/10 in this regard. And that's actually why he wins over Luffy. Whether it's years of training or a lucky genetic lottery, he practically doesn't react at all (excluding the shock of the captain's sudden attempts), except that he will smirk and bite his cheek, but nothing more.

‎But even with this advantage, he rarely gets involved in such fights until he is drawn in. He is more of a viewer, and only sometimes a very evil ler, capable of going too far.

‎If we go in order, then next we have Nami (I understand that every year I am more and more like her in terms of character, lol, I love her)

‎I think she shares one place with Luffy at 5-6/10, and probably he is the only one with whom she faces serious rivalry, but unlike Zoro, the navigator has it much harder, and she would rather give the captain a blow to the head than win the fight fairly.

‎Oh, and yes, she definitely fights and kicks very accurately, easily, with a squeal and sharply hits with her elbow or knee to someone who decides to suddenly grab her by the sides.

‎Well, everyone except Robin, who is the only one I think knows how to approach everyone and Nami is much more comfortable with her than with guys and she quickly turns into a cute giggling puddle.

‎Despite all his honest attempts, Usopp clearly did not survive ANY tk fight with Luffy, admitting defeat every time, already wheezing with laughter and slamming his hand on the deck boards. In my eyes, he is about 7/10 and he is hopeless

‎The only one he can cope with is Chopper. In front of him, he bragged that he is completely, well, not a drop, not a bit ticklish. Not at all. Until Luffy appeared behind his shoulder, immediately proving the opposite.

‎Well, yes, well, of course, of course I will proudly hang the first place in sensitivity on my favorite character as a medal for everything good. Sanji. 9/10 (I will still show some mercy by not putting 10/10, ho-ho)

‎And I have a clear headcanon that below the belt he practically does not ticklish (except maybe behind the knees). It's just... He constantly fights with his legs and generally does not spare himself in battles, it seems to me that there were so many bruises there that he hardly feels anything there.

‎But his hands, his arms are another matter, it seems to me that because he saves his hands for cooking, he is one of those who really cares for his hands (I'm sure he would agree to do a manicure with Robin and Nami, lol), which is why he is noticeably more sensitive there. Palms, underarms, ribs, neck, all this will make him fold in half

‎(He has the most charming laugh of the crew, namely... "Charmingly" charming, although he laughs differently when he flirts, when he is sarcastic at Zoro and when he's being tickled. In the latter, he clearly has a more youthful and open laugh, which he is even a little embarrassed about because it ruins his image of a flirty serious man)

‎Chopper! My child! Another charming canon!!! He is definitely squeezed very often, because he is all soft and cozy, and of course sometimes it comes to tickles and giggles. Like, seriously, who would resist and not do this???

‎Although I think he would grumble a lot about the fact that he is not a plush toy to be treated like that, although he would still love the attention and care from the team (he is just, well, he is a babyyy, oh my God, I am ready to protect him from all the problems of the world, aaaah) 8/10

And Robin, the mysterious madam with an equally mysterious ler vibe. She's the second after Luffy who's actually tested everyone (except Zoro, I guess) for ticklishness. Just for fun, I think she'd have do fun watching how the different crew members would react to a sudden poke in the side or a finger running down their spine.

‎As for her sensitivity, she's like Zoro, except she probably wouldn't even give Luffy or anyone else a chance to test it (she'd just notice his planning earlier and ruin all the fun by saying she saw it. And then pop-pop, the captain is already spinning around the deck and giggling heartily)

‎Something like that ✨ I hope I've satisfied your curiosity ^^

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succubaby · 2 years ago

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Bubbles

Pairing: Buggy x gender neutral!Reader

Summary: While he's being held captive by the Straw Hats, Buggy won't shut up, which gives you an idea.

Warnings: none, this is all fluff, some mentions of insecurities from Buggy but nothing too angsty

Word Count: 4.2k

Author's note: This idea came to me while I was daydreaming the other day, and I just had to write it down. This is based off of the live-action Buggy, although I am only on the second episode so it may not be canon-accurate. Also, he has long hair in this cause I said so (begging to see Jeff Ward with long hair next season). Hope y'all enjoy and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! There will be a part 2, don’t worry <3 (The banners are from cafekitsune)

Edit: part two is up!

“So now what?”

The collection of Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Sanji, and yourself stood in a circle, discussing what to do with a certain clown pirate’s head. Usopp is the first to speak up after Luffy asked the question.

“Well, we can’t leave him unsupervised; who knows what he’d get up to.” Everyone turned to look at Buggy’s detached head, which wore a cheeky look, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I vote Y/N to take care of it,” Zoro states blankly, crossing his arms as he speaks.

“Hey! I’m still a person, even without the body, so don’t refer to me as it!” The objection comes from the animated head, vexation seeping through his tone. Your mouth momentarily twitches upward at his little outburst, it was almost reminiscent of a kitten hissing after unwanted pets.

“Why do I have to babysit him?” You turn to Zoro, matching his apprehensive stance. He meets your gaze with a cold look. You hadn’t been a part of the straw hat crew for long, and Zoro was taking his sweet time warming up to you.

“Because you’re the newest here, and that’s how hierarchy works.”

His tone left no room for argument. Your shoulders slump, and you let out an irritated sigh, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

“Fine.” Rolling your eyes, you walk over to pick up Buggy, making sure to be gentle. The clown winks at you, a flirty smile on his face. You take him back to your cabin, not wanting to risk accidentally dropping him overboard. Despite only being a head, a smug aura radiates around him, already planning ways to mess with you.

You reach your cabin and kick the door open with your foot. Being the newest member of the straw hat crew, you were given the smallest room, not that you really minded. You place Buggy down on your bed, moving to sit at the small desk in the corner of the room.

“So what are we going to do first, darling?” Buggy smirks as he talks, clearly trying to get under your skin.

“We? There is no we. You’ll sit there quietly while I go over these maps.” You bark, not even bothering to spare him a glance.

“Aww, but where’s the fun in that?” You can hear the tease in his tone and can tell that he’s grinning without having to look at him.

“You’re not here to have fun. You’re being held captive, remember?” Smoothing your fingers out over the maps, you tilt your head, trying to focus.

“Yes, but who says captivity can’t be enjoyable?” His question shocks you, and you turn to gaze at him with an unamused look. Realizing that he’s completely serious, you let out a scoff.

“You really are crazy, clown.”

He smiles smugly, not bothered by your comment.

“It’s more fun that way.”

You roll your eyes and turn back to the maps, choosing to pretend he’s not there. ‘He must really like the sound of his own voice’, you think to yourself. The clown continues to talk your ear off, but after a while, you’re able to tune him out. Before long, you’ve analyzed all the maps. Turning back to him with a curious look, you realize he’s gotten to the end of some story you couldn’t care to listen to.

“And that’s why you don’t fall asleep on the beach.” Buggy smiles at you, enjoying your annoyance, watching you tilt your head at him.

“Cat got your tongue?” He purrs. Rolling your eyes, an idea pops into your head.

“Hey… I think I know how to get you to be quiet.” A sly smirk crawls its way across your face, and the clown’s chipper mood falters.

“Oh yeah? What might that be?” He tries to keep his confident demeanor, but the look on your face scares him.

You nibble on your bottom lip without responding before walking over to him and picking him up. This immediately wipes the smirk off his face, and he looks up at you, suddenly concerned for his safety.

“Hey now, what are you doing?” He asks nervously, secretly afraid you’ll throw him overboard for talking so much. You place him on top of your desk and move to grab the empty basin in the corner of the room.

“I’m giving you a bath,” you shrug nonchalantly, a cheeky smile on your face. He pales at that and laughs nervously.

“Wait, what do you mean? Are you going to waterboard me or something?” The look on the clown shows that he thinks it’s a real possibility, which causes you to chuckle.

“No, I’m just going to give you a bath; you smell like you could use one.” He just stares at you silently, quickly dropping his playful persona.

“What, cat got your tongue?” You mock him, and he gulps quietly. The fear in his eyes is quite amusing, you admit to yourself.

“You mean you’re literally going to bathe me?” A confused look crosses him, all the confidence in his voice gone.

“Yes.” You nod. “You look like you haven’t showered in weeks. Besides, now I’ll finally get some peace and quiet.” A smirk crawls across your visage, enjoying seeing the trickster squirm. It wasn’t often the clown had the tables turned on him, and he definitely didn’t expect it coming from you.

“Now, wait a minute, I can be quiet without that.” He looks up at you worriedly, the idea of a bath visibly rattling him.

“But I thought you wanted to have fun?” Your smirk widens and you put a hand on your hip.

“Okay, I take it back. I’ll be good, I swear.” A nervous laugh emerges as he tries to break the tension.

“Too late.” His face drops, triggering a small chuckle from you.

“Oh, relax, will you? I’m technically doing you a favor.” This time, a genuine smile graces your face, which does nothing to calm his nerves. “Now stay.” You put your hand up as if you were talking to a canine, to which Buggy rolls his eyes, your other hand holding the metal basin.

“I’m not a dog,” he mutters softly, not having the courage to stand up to you entirely.

You leer at him, opening the door to leave before shutting it behind you. Sitting there quietly, Buggy questions how he even got here. Not before long, you return, the bucket full of warm water. You place it on the ground, grab the towel off your shoulder, fold it, and lay it on the bed.

“You’re serious?” He says quietly, watching you semi-curiously, shocked that you weren’t kidding. You hum softly and nod your head.

“I am.” Looking up at him, you can see the fear on his features, and your eyes soften a bit. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

He eyes you suspiciously, not sure whether or not to believe your words. Grabbing a small pouch, you pull out a bar of soap and a small bottle, which Buggy assumes is shampoo. Lastly, you grab a small wooden board and place it over the center of the tub.

“So you don’t drown,” you utter, his question practically visible on his face. He nods slowly in response, having a hard time believing the situation.

“I’ll have to take this off,” you gesture to his bandana and he bows his head in agreement, deciding not to fight it as you seem pretty determined. Gently removing the striped cloth, you fold it nicely and place it on the other side of the desk. Secondly, you remove the hair tie that kept his bright blue mane in a ponytail. Buggy watches you silently, interested in your next move. Softly grabbing the sides of his head, you place him on the wooden board that lies across the center of the tub.

“I’m going to wash your hair first, okay?”

He nods in response, curious eyes never leaving your face. You grab a small cup and fill it with warm water, asking him to lean his head backward so it doesn’t get in his eyes. The clown does as you say, though instead of closing his eyes, he keeps them glued on you, not trusting that you won’t dunk him in the water. You gently pour the water over his hair, moving your other hand to shield his eyes as he seems to want to keep them open. The usually talkative clown stays silent, not wanting to admit to himself that the warm water feels quite pleasant.

“When was the last time you actually washed your hair?”

He raises an eyebrow at your question, pondering it momentarily before replying.

“I, uh, I’m not sure.” A nervous chuckle escapes his lips, expecting you to laugh at him. Instead, you smile gently and continue pouring water onto his hair.

“I can tell.” The words contain no malice as you utter them, merely expressing an observation. Seeing that his hair was now thoroughly damp, you grab the small bottle of shampoo, pouring some out into one hand. Rubbing your hands together to form some bubbles, you move to start massaging the soap onto Buggy’s head.

“Were you born with this?” You ask curiously, referring to the cerulean color of his tresses. He raises his eyebrow at you, not expecting the question.

“I was.” Nodding as he speaks, his eyes continue to analyze your face as if you were a puzzle he was trying to solve. You smile at him, continuing to lather the shampoo into his hair.

“It’s pretty. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Your words are soft, making sure that his whole scalp is covered in suds. He scoffs at this, thinking that you’re making fun of him. Momentarily pausing your movements, you lower your gaze to meet his eyes, finding insecurity dancing through them.

“I’m being serious. I wish I had brightly colored hair, maybe purple or something. Guess I wasn’t so lucky.” Going back to massaging his scalp, he looks up at you, utterly flabbergasted.

“You really think so?” He asks softly, timidity laced through his tone. You nod in response, a gentle smile on your face. Humming softly, the clown takes in the new information, wondering what else you think about him. He didn’t want to admit it, but the way your fingers carefully danced across his head felt incredible, not being able to remember the last time someone treated him so gently.

Reasoning that his hair was thoroughly soapy, you dunk your hands in the warm water to get rid of the remaining suds and quickly dry them with a towel. Subsequently grabbing the cup, you fill it with water and begin to wash the shampoo out of his hair. He stares at you all the while as if he is trying to commit your face to memory. After all the soap is washed out, you squeeze the ends of his hair to rid it of any excess water and grab a towel to wrap around his head. Leaning back to get a good look at him, you smile, finding his curious expression cute.

“Now for the face,” you utter, moving to grab a fresh towel and the bar of soap.

“Wait a second, you’re going to wash my face too?” asks Buggy, his timbre uneasy. You nod in response, replying in a steady tone.

“You’ve been wearing the makeup for so long that it’s partially gone.” Smiling at him softly, not expecting him to be so nervous. He laughs bitterly, not an ounce of humor in his voice.

“Can… can you just leave it?” His question is soft, and your surprise is visible on your face.

“You do know that leaving makeup on for too long is bad for your skin right?” You quip, trying to lighten his mood. Letting out a shaky breath, he shakes his head softly, and you can tell he doesn’t know what to say. Your smile drops, and you watch him for a moment, figuring out what to do next. His face paint seems to be a sensitive topic, and you don't want to push him too far.

“How about this,” you start, a kind smile returning to your face, “If you let me wash off this old makeup, I’ll redo it for you so it’s nice and fresh.” Sitting across from him calmly, you try to give off a safe and non-threatening aura to make him feel more comfortable around you. He stares at you for a moment, astonished that you would offer such a thing. You stay silent, patiently waiting for a response.

“You’d do that for me?” he asks after a moment, the surprise in his voice evident. You nod, making sure to maintain the soft smile on your face. “You’re in luck because I just got some new face paints.” Leaning over to open the drawer of your desk, you pull out a palette with every color of the rainbow on it and some clean brushes, holding them up so he could see. He tilts his head in response, trying to discern whether or not you were serious. After what feels like forever, he finally returns your smile and nods.

“Deal. Can you make it match how it normally looks?” He looks up at you with a soft smile, secretly hoping that you’ll do a decent job.

“Of course.” Grinning, you grab the towel and soap, excited that he’s letting you do this. You wet the soap bar, rubbing it between your hands to generate some bubbles, and gently start the wash the old makeup off his face. The clown continues to stare at you, though his energy is much more relaxed than before.

“You’re really pretty,” he comments after a moment, causing your hands to falter. Feeling the heat rise to your face, you smile, taking a moment to meet his gaze.

“You’re pretty too,” you mutter softly. Now that his face is mostly clean, you see a light blush begin to form on his cheeks.

“I’m nowhere near as pretty as you.” The confidence is back in his voice, and he winks at you flirtily. You can help breaking out into a smile, choosing not to say anything in response. He watches you quietly as you wash the soap off of his face. Unbeknownst to you, Buggy never let anyone see him without makeup, but something about you told him that he could trust you. He’d also be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the view of your face being so close to his.

“Now for the fun part.” Grabbing the palette with one hand and a brush with another, you grin at him, excited to replicate his face paint. Truth be told, you loved doing makeup, but the only person who would let you do it was Luffy. There was one time Nami let you do hers, but it was after everyone else went to bed and she wiped it off immediately after. Your smile faltered at the thought of the orange-haired girl, and you remembered why Buggy was with your crew in the first place. The clown immediately noticed and looked up at you inquisitively.

“You okay?” He asks softly, already missing your smile. You nod and debate on telling him the truth, ultimately deciding that you should.

“I’m just thinking about Nami.” You force a smile back on your face, but Buggy can tell it’s not real.

“That’s the girl Arlong took, right? Fiery personality with hair to match?” He asks, and the description of her causes a genuine smile to come across your face. You nod softly.

“That’s the one.” Staring at him with interest, you wonder if he’ll tell you Arling’s location since he clearly knows it.

“We both know I know where they are, and truth be told I had no intention of telling any of you, but something about you is special.” Your eyes widen at his words, was he really going to give it up that easily?

“He’s at Arlong Park, and I’ll bet she’s with him. I’ll take you there, as a thank you for all this.” You beam at him, ecstatic at the thought of saving Nami. It’s at that moment when Buggy decides your smile is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You rush out, your excitement getting the best of you. He chuckles at your enthusiasm and nods, a smile on his face as well.

“Now be quiet so I can do your makeup,” you say cheekily, dipping the brush into the white knowing that it’s the base for his signature look. He laughs in response but has one last thing to say.

“Do you need me to tell you how to do it?” He looks at you as you shake your head, your smile still prevalent.

“I’ve seen so many of your bounty posters, I’ve practically got it memorized.” His eyes widen at this, and his grin gets bigger.

“Oh, do I have myself a secret admirer?” The clown asks smugly, and he notices the blush that falls upon your face. If he knew it was so easy to make you flustered, he would have done it far sooner, finding you absolutely adorable.

“Shut up and let me work.” You bark, your tone not holding any aggression. He laughs again but does as you say, and you begin to paint his face white. For once, he remains silent, watching you work. Before long, the base is done and you move on to the blue triangles above and below his eyes. You stay silent as your brush runs along his face, wanting to make it look perfect until a thought comes into your head.

“You know something?” He hums, prompting you to continue. “You have the most captivating eyes I’ve ever seen.” Said eyes widen, never having been told that before. Buggy silently thanks the universe for the makeup covering his face because he can feel the heavy blush rising to his cheeks.

“Th-thanks,” he mutters quietly, not sure how to respond. You tilt your head at him, curiously studying his face.

“You’re not used to receiving compliments, are you?” Smiling at him softly, you watch as he shakes his head, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Usually I’m the one giving the compliments.” He looks up to meet your gaze, partially expecting you to laugh at him. You do nothing of the sort, instead smiling at him gently.

“Well, that’s a shame because I think you’re pretty handsome.” You wink at him, wanting to make him feel more comfortable since flirting seems to be one of his pastimes. His eyes widen again, the surprise written all over his face. Without saying anything else, you finish the blue around his eyes and move on to the red, cleaning the brush and dipping it into the face paint. The clown stays silent as you work on the red smile around his mouth, internally wondering if you meant what you said. When you get to his nose, he tenses up, a clear indicator that he’s insecure about it. You make sure to be extra careful as you paint the red onto his skin.

“I meant what I said, I do find you quite attractive.” His eyes search yours for any hint of insincerity but find none. The king of flirting himself is stunned into silence, feeling his heart flutter at your words. You say nothing else and go back to finishing the makeup. Deciding to observe your face while he had the opportunity, he notices that you stick your tongue out slightly when concentrated, and he swears he’s never seen anything cuter.

“All done!” You pull away proudly, assessing your work. It looks almost identical to his bounty picture, and you internally pat yourself on the back for your memory. Getting up to grab a mirror, you find one in the small dresser and bring it towards Buggy, holding it up so he can see his reflection. He looks in the mirror and instantly grins, impressed with your makeup skills.

“You know, you would be a wonderful addition to my crew.” You chuckle in response, not thinking that he’s being serious.

“You need a professional makeup artist?” You joke, internally glad he thinks you did a good job.

“No really, we could use someone like you.” His proposal shocks you, not expecting him to say something like that.

“You don’t know me,” you speak quietly. He just smiles at you, taking in your beauty.

“I know enough. You’re kind, funny, and great at makeup.” The clown winks at you, enjoying the surprise on your face. “I’ve also heard you are quite the fighter.” Smirking at you, he gives you a look that tells you he means what he says. You just stare at him in silence, having a hard time believing your ears.

“So, sweetness, what do you say?” Gaping at him, you blink a few times, processing his offer. After a moment, you sigh, indecision written all over your features.

“I don't know, I’d have to leave the straw hats, and I’m not sure I could do that.” Surprisingly, his face softens at your words.

“Tell you what, let’s head off to save your friend and find my body, and then you can decide.” His smile remains soft, which is unusual for the clown. “I don’t think your current crew appreciates you. I mean, look at today, they gave you the task of babysitting me when you have so much more to offer.” Eyes widening at his words, you realize that maybe he’s right.

“Luffy appreciates me,” you whisper softly, though you’re not sure whether you’re trying to convince him or yourself.

“He might, but grass head certainly doesn’t.” You want to smirk at the nickname for Zoro, but there’s too much going on in your mind for your facial muscles to pull through.

“All I’m going to say is this, you’d have a real place in my crew, and not just on the bottom of the totem pole. Besides, I think you like my company just as much as I like yours.” He gazes at you, studying your body language, and you realize that he’s right, you do enjoy his company. You start nibbling on your lip out of nervous habit, and he picks up on it immediately.

“You don’t have to decide now, we can go rescue your friend first, okay?” He watches your shoulders visibly relax at that, and smiles in return.

“Okay.” You say softly, smiling back at him. “Your hair should be dry now.” Moving closer, you carefully take the towel off his head and giggle at the fluffy blue mess.

“Thank the stars I have a brush.” Buggy chuckles at the comment and watches you grab the hairbrush with a smile on his face. Softly working through the tangles, you watch as his hair goes from frizzy to smooth. As you’re running the brush through his mane one last time, the door opens, revealing a shocked and somewhat appalled Zoro.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Yells the swordsman, and you turn to him with a confused look.

“Well, you told me to watch him so I did.” You shrug, not liking the attitude coming from your crewmate.

“I said watch him, not give him a makeover! Did you do his makeup too?” The horrified look on Zoro’s face made Buggy laugh, not used to seeing the man lose his cool.

“You guys never let me do your makeup, so I had to improvise!” You bark back, crossing your arms. Zoro just stares at you silently, clearly having difficulty processing your kindness towards the clown. After a while, he rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“Whatever. Luffy needs him so we can find out where Nami is.” He mirrors your stance, crossing his arms.

“I already know where she is,” you spit, growing tired of the way he speaks to you. The swordsman scoffs, not believing you for a second.

“Oh, really? How?” A faux smile creeps onto his face, prepared to catch you in a lie.

“Because Buggy told me.” Zoro’s face drops and the man is stunned into silence. The clown immediately bursts into laughter, enjoying Zoro’s dumbfounded look. The green-haired man gawks for a moment, before moving his hands around, silently asking the question ‘how’.

“Because they’re nice and you’re an asshole,” Buggy says smugly, and you can tell he’d be crossing his arms if he had the rest of his body. You break out into a soft chuckle at this, which snaps Zoro out of his trance.

“I’m not explaining this to Luffy, so you better take the head and go find him.” The swordsman scoffs again before leaving the room, shaking his head the whole time. Rolling your eyes, you move back toward the clown, mumbling to yourself while putting his hair back in a ponytail.

“Don’t let him get to you, he won’t know what he has until it’s gone.” Buggy’s cheeky grin triggers your own, and you laugh softly, gently picking him up to go find Luffy.

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Little pieces here and there (3)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: one, two, four, five

Word Count: around 2K again.

Warnings: minimum context of the arlong park part of the story (background), MUTUAL FLIRTING, forbiden pinning of them both, Buggy has his body back *wiggling eyebrows*, sexy times

A/N: devil works hard but i'm working harder, every 5 free min i have from work/class/practices i'm writing on my phone, i'ts actually insane and i love it (ROAD TO CHAPTER 4?? If you like this one and want the next one, please let me know!)

Oh, he was mad. He was really mad.

Maybe "sexually frustrated" was a way more accurate term given the circumstances but the feeling was so strong, so visceral, he was sure he was reaching a point where jumping to the sea to end that agony -even if a bit exaggerated, like him always, everywhere and for everything- was justified.

Somewhere in Arlong Park, Buggy could feel the boner pressing his pants, demanding to be satisfied; dirty talk was one of his true passions and when (Y/N) played that card on him, being capable of picturing himself with her on his lap, that damn woman so -actually- close to his face in that moment he was already tasting her lips, her low, smooth voice driving him insane, he could not help it, but get turned on so easily and so strong is been hours, and he's still mad, incapable of stop thinking about that.

That is, perhaps, the reason he feels relief as soon as the sun rises and Usopp is back on the helm again, asking for directions as Buggy, in fact, demands to go faster. Like instead of slicing and dicing his body, his power could control the wind that propelled the boat or the force of the waves against the hull.

(Y/N) ran away just after such a -even if brief- conversation. She may have broken his balls with that dirty trick, but she was equally a victim of her own game. She knew what to say to push Buggy and leave him so stunned -to speak- that the poor clown didn't have the chance to fight back at that moment, not without his body to help him keep her in that kitchen, lift her up on the counter, force her to back down, regret even thinking she could do that to him, and then, only then, yes, fuck her until she wakes up the rest of her little and - according to him - pathetic crew with her moans.

Or so the girl imagined, leaning against the door of her room, eyes closed, heart slightly racing, fighting the temptation to lie down on the bed and masturbate thinking about what had just happened.

Which included him. Him!! What the hell, was she actually losing her mind? All that damn flirting had really gotten into her, for fucks sake, because regardless of her finding him quite interesting when they met, this attraction was something else.

Lately everything around her was something else. Did she really think through the decision of leaving her mercenary life behind and follow those kids to the Grand Line? Did she really think through the decision of flirting back with a psychopath clown?

Because in the end it's just that, right? Flirting. Was nothing else, is nothing else, and will be nothing else. She doesn’t want it to be something more, that's for sure; there's no need for unnecessary complications and extra headaches. In the meantime, it's fun, a bit of a backfire kind of situation, a bit -sexually- frustrating, but fun.

After a good ol' resting night and already some hours into the new day, (Y/N) notices that it's been a lot, since their encounter in the kitchen to be precise, that Buggy not only doesn't flirt with her, but doesn't talk that much or even look at her as amazed as before. Of course, he is, also, way less annoying, which Zoro subtly points out clearly pleased with how calm, nice and silent this morning is.

At some point she shakes her head, knowing, or at least guessing, the reason for this behavior, so she decides to check no one's around and the rudder is locked in the right direction, and then goes to where the bag with his head is, closed probably by the sniper when he got the last indications he needed from him. She opens it, lowering it until the clown's head is free on top of that barrel.

"How are you doing, Bugs?" she starts with a funny little smile, looking intently at him as she leans her back forward to leave her face level with his. "It's been hours I don't hear your raspy voice, I'm starting to miss it."

Silence. Absolute indifference besides the sidelong glance he gives her because let's face it, Buggy is annoyingly proud, extremely, exaggeratedly, but he loves attention. He likes nothing more than receiving it, no matter where, when, and from who, and she could see it as soon as they met.

"Also your silly nicknames for me" She grants, giving in. She would also be mad as hell if someone leaves her as horny as she knew she left him, so she doesn't have any problem being the one to start the tug-war this time.

"Already tired of the shidiots?" He finally asks, almost drily, after a minute; now he is the one to play difficult, huh? "No wonder, they don't even know where to start being pirates."

"Oh, of course, because no one compares to the famous Buggy The Clown, the colorful nightmare or the East Blue." Playful, she retreats a bit, resting her hip in the barrel, arms crossed over her chest.

"Quit the sarcasm doll, you know I'm right." Well, he was, in fact, right. None of them had real experience in the whole i-wanna-become-a-pirate thing, still, they were doing pretty good to be newbies. She was quite proud of them.

"I cannot wait to have my body back" he then murmurs, adding before she could say anything else about her new friends. "To do what?" She asks, you know, like she didn't know.

"Take a guess"

"Recover your spotlight? Find a new crew and a way to enter the Grand Line to go search the One Piece and be the king of the pirates?" (Y/N) mocks, clearly enjoying being the annoying one this time.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah'' Buggy rolls his eyes, scoffing. ''All that, but not before making you regret what you did last night." To that accusation she gasps, resting her right hand over her chest "What did I do last night?"

The clown falls silent again, but his mood is completely different. Right now he's not pissed off, it's obvious that this time, instead of flirting with her in a casual and natural way, he’s thinking what to say, choosing carefully his words to return a fraction of the effect she had on him hours ago.

His eyes darken, and his voice goes octaves lower and raspier. "Sweetheart, there will be no possible escape from what I plan to do with you. At the slightest opportunity I will make you cum on me so many times you will be the one to find the One Piece without needing to go to the Grand Line, but first…'' He pauses, breathes, and lets it go calmly, like the intimidating, psychopathic calculator she saw at the circus and not that flirty cartoonish version she got to know on the ship. ''you will beg for it."

She knows she shouldn't surrender to this type of tease, but she also can't and doesn't want to avoid it. Getting heavily carried away, without thinking about it twice, one of the girl's hands slides to the back of his neck, slipping under the bandana, and tugs his hair aggressively as she leans in again to speak close to his face. He grunts in pure satisfaction, closing his eyes for a second. Of course (Y/N) is, once again, taking advantage of the fact that he cannot defend himself no being more than a head, and the fact is that he enjoys like a condemned bastard those small but intense gestures the girl has given him since they met at the circus.

He can't wait to break a woman like her. And oh, he will.

"Are you sure about that?" Hearing distant steps, someone from the crew coming out on deck and climbing the stairs, she gets some distance from him, acting naturally, closing the bag again around his head. "My expectations just skyrocketed, I hope you don't disappoint."

By the end of the day, the Konomi Islands begin to appear on the horizon, and as soon as they set foot on them, shits get really serious. The situation of the poor people who live there is heartbreaking, so for two days, no one dares to make a single joke, Luffy's usual energy and bubbly positivity is nowhere to be seen, and of course, the interactions of (Y/N) and Buggy are reduced to = 0. The clown's head is no longer of any real use to them, and it’s poor Sanji, the new recruit, who’s carrying it around just in case.

At least until they reach Arlong Park.

Again, (Y/N) is not exactly the type of mercenary expert in martial arts and although she knows how to defend herself, fighting like Zoro or Sanji is, in few words, impossible. Her only advantage is being very, very fast, and knowing how to use the scenery to her advantage, so it doesn't take long for her to hide here and there among the different tents and attractions in the area to get rid of the most straggler fishmen, with a knife she got long ago during one of her jobs, capable of cutting their tough skin easily.

Everything happens so fast and is so chaotic that apart from some screams and blows in the background and having seen Usopp running towards the forest, (Y/N) is completely unaware of what is happening in the main complex.

A strong pull on her left arm activates her flight or fight response as one last fish falls dead to the ground in front of her. Raising the knife, in a quick movement, she tries to defend herself by aiming at the stranger's neck, although in vain; a pair of lips whose red has already been worn for days impact against hers, stealing her breath, a small moan escaping her. Eyes wide open, she barely registers the blurry color of Buggy's nose when two strong hands squeeze her hips as if the life of the clown depended on it, pushing the girl against the wall of the building behind them, cornering her without any type of delicacy.

She hadn't heard from him since they reached the island. Hell, she didn't even know he had got his full body back and was already so close to it that air was unable to pass between each other.

Of course, the moment the clown's head joined the rest of himself -the feeling much better than he remembered- he fucked off his captors and decided to flee. Not before making a vital stop along the way.

The ideas about how to proceed with her once he was whole were very, very different in his wild fantasies, but when he saw the girl's back, he knew that the only thing that would -partially- calm his yearning would be to kiss her before disappearing as fast as possible. To taste her lips, to feel her warmth.

Still not recovered from the shock of the kiss, Y/N doesn't remove the knife from the clown's neck, but he couldn't care less; quite the opposite. He is so turned on and waited so much -again, exaggerated- for this he doesn't know yet how he will be able to break the kiss, take distance from her, and run away.

Passionately carried away, moved by his most primitive instincts, Buggy sneaks one of his legs between hers, pressing in between them as Y/N inhales through her nose and her free hand flies to his vest, pulling it a little.

It wasn't the time, nor the place, to think about fucking that asshole, but damn, after all the teasing and the tension and the adrenaline of the fight--

And just when she starts fully giving in to him, he retreats just enough, panting a bit, and looks at her now red, stained lips, eyes darkened and full of lust. Just like hers.

"Hate to leave you like this sweetheart but I have things to do and places to go. I don't want people relating me to Arlong, I would hate the bad press on my persona." He whispers, cracking his usual cruel, playful smirk when he finally puts some distance between each other.

‘’It's time to exit stage left.’’ Buggy adds, theatrically raising both hands in the air. ‘’I promise I’ll see you around.’’

And like this, he stars running away again. Where? She doesn't know, or even guess at this moment, too busy registering the kiss in her memory, the way his lips felt on hers, how his nose pressed her cheek the entire time, or his hands grabbed onto her for dear life.

Bastard.

''You better'', she whispers to herself.

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