#ask-the-strawhats

[o0kawaii0o]

Happy pride!

[doodle-list]

Been wanting to make an art deco inspired piece since I watched One Piece Gold because OH MY GOD I ABSOLUETLY LOVED IT

[msfantasy-anime]

That’s MY Husband!

Luffy x Wife!Reader

Request: Boa finds out Luffy is married

A/n: Yo i for real struggled with a concept for this… i actually don’t like it but i just want to complete the request

Part XI

“Hello, we want to register our marriage~” You say, beaming at the clerk who is looking between you and Luffy with weariness.

“You want… a marriage certificate?” The clerk asks, unsure if he heard you right.

“Yep.” Luffy pops, becoming antsy with anticipation.

“You want… to be married … to him?” The clerk asks you pointedly, making sure he understands the situation. “Or is this marriage certificate for another gentleman?” The clerk looks down at Luffy’s outfit which looks like it was looked like it was grungy old clothes yanked off the floor (it was) and dirty from a day gallivanting about the city. Whilst you? You were in a nice clean outfit which look brand new from the store and that’s not even taking into consideration of your styled hair, manicured nails and pretty makeup.

There had to be a mistake.

What kind of groom doesn’t even have the decency to put on nicer shoes?

“Huh? Who else would it be for?!” Luffy bellows making the clerk flinch.

“A-are you a pirate?” The clerk asks hesitantly placing his hand underneath the counter, feeling for the panic button.

“Sure am! I’m gonna be king of the pirates!” Luffy bellows once again making the clerk shake fearfully in his place as he continues to feel around for the button.

“Y-your trying to force this young lady to marry you. Aren’t you?” He asks, more so accusing than anything.

Your hand slams down onto the counter, haki emanating off of you. “No one’s forcing anything. Now I’d get your damn hand away from the panic button.” You say with seething frustration leaking from your taut mouth. “You’re ruining the moment for us.” You hissed threateningly, making the clerk relent in fear.

“Y-yes ma’am! R-right away ma’am!” The clerk scrambles away in search of the marriage certificates only to come zooming back around the corner with the certificate in hand, having both you and Luffy sign the documents.

As soon as Luffy drops his pen, he turns to you and plants a kiss right onto your lips, unlike all those years ago when you first got married, you actually returned it this time.

Your lips collide into each other making your nerves fizz and buzz at the sensation of Luffy’s own mouth pressing so tantalisingly against your own. But just as soon as it started, it ended with Luffy pulling away with a huge grin slapped across his face until it quickly fades in terror at the sound of the towns clock chiming to indicate the new hour.

“CRAP! Nami told me to be back by the bell! Let’s go!” Luffy yelps, dragging you along in a dazed state back to the ship.

It felt like you teleported to the ship.

One moment you were being dragged out of city hall and the next moment you were both standing aboard.

You were expecting to be hearing an ear full from Nami at your tardiness, only she’s currently distracted with the pirate empress, Boa Hancock… who just so happens to be aboard.

It only took a mere moment of your presence for Boa to snap her head up, her eyes dragging across you and quickly darting away to stare at Luffy.

You’re curious as to why she’s here, and you don’t miss the glossy, heart eyes she’s throwing at your clueless husband.

Now imagine the horror of watching a pirate, known as the most beautiful woman in the world, call out your husbands name, pulling him into an embrace and puckering her lips as she is about to press her own mouth to his. A place that’s meant to be strictly for your own, and a place you kissed just moments before.

The swift shock of dismay that ran through your system caused you to stand stock still, unmoving, unblinking and not breathing. You were so caught off guard by the action, you weren’t sure if you want to cry, scream, yell or become violent at this woman’s non-consensual advances on your husband.

It felt like you were under a spell, unable to do anything but watch on as your blood runs cold.

Sanji places his a firm hand on your shoulder, as if pulling you out of your internal hysterics with his calm demeanour and reassuring grip, but your shaken nerves and furrow brows wordlessly explain your intentions of escalating.

Taking a long drag of his cigarette Sanji begins to provide you advice. “Give the captain a minute. There’s a certain grace Boa has earnt, after all- without Boa’s help, Luffy would be dead, and so would Ace.”

You turn your attention back to Luffy, who is currently craining his neck away. His hands planted around her wrists as he holds them back.

“Hey! Back off - I have a wife!” Luffy reprimanded Boa. Her affectionate gaze seems to shatter at Luffy’s careless words. Her struggle to grab him seems to fumble, her arms turning more limp.

Boa’s bottom lip begins to wobble in honest heartache.

It’s funny. One moment you were wanting to punch her lights out, the next you felt bad for the girl who was obviously head over heels for your husband… and understandably so.

But now… now it’s just sad as you watch the most beautiful woman in the world go limp, falling to the ground on her ass as she begins to wail at Luffy’s news. Watching the pirate princess cry fat blobs of tears is far from entertaining.

“I-I-I thought-t-t the r-r-report was WRONG!” Boa stutturs and and sobs all whilst she bites her bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you side eye your clueless husband who only seems to cringe away at Boa’s loud crying.

Gently, you approach the pirate princess grabbing her hand and returning it with a reassuring squeeze. “Unrequited love is unfathomably painful.” You say, providing a small smile.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for what came next.

Your simple words cause Boa to release the loudest wail yet, throwing herself at you, crying into your chest.

“I-I-I-I thought if I w-was just p-patient- that he-he would eventually l-like me b-back!” She wails once again. You just continue stroking her head, unsure what to do other than to provide comforts to the heartbroken girl.

Oh boy… this isn’t how you thought your wedding day would go…

[softlypossessive]

Hello! I hope you’ve been having a great day. I was wondering if I could request a strawhat x mute!reader. The reader has selective mutism, meaning she gets anxiety speaking to people in certain situations. When she does speak, which would be rare, it’s only when it’s just her and her crew. If she was in public she and had to say something she would whisper directly in their ear, otherwise she wouldn’t speak. The relationship could be either platonic or romantic, either is fine. I was wondering how would the strawhats react to their mute member being in a situation where pirates of a different crew surrounds and antagonizes her, trying to get her to speak to them. Also, may I ask that you not make the reader meek and defenseless? While she does feel anxiety when she’s in a situation where she has to speak to people, she’s not an overall anxious and docile person.

♡･ﾟ𓏸 All Strawhats x Selectively Mute!Reader Headcanons 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Robin, Franky, Jinbe, Brook, Chopper, gn!reader ♡ Warnings: Fluff, Soft protectiveness, mutual understanding, SFW, platonic, romantic if you squint?? mentions of selective mutism, quiet affirmations, crew-wide affection, no use of Y/N, ♡ Notes: Thank you so much for the request! I really hope I did it justice <3 I went with a full crew interpretation (since it’s SFW) and leaned into that strong, warm platonic love—though if you squint, a few bits might read a lil more intimate. But overall? This crew would go to war for you, no questions asked. Not spicy, just full of love and loyalty.

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🍖 Luffy

At first, Luffy doesn’t get it.

“Why don’t you talk to them? Are they stupid?” (Yes, Luffy. Yes, they are.)

But the moment it clicks—that your silence isn’t a weakness but a boundary—he respects it with his whole chest

He never pressures you to speak. Like, ever. He doesn’t even notice you don’t talk half the time because he just vibes with your presence

You're still his crewmate, still part of the adventure, still cool as hell in his book

When you do whisper to him? Man lights up like a SUNRISE

“WAAAH YOU TALKED TO ME!!!”

Cue excitement. He treasures those moments

He absolutely throws hands if anyone tries to mock or push you into speaking.

No hesitation.

One second of antagonizing you = rubber punch to the jaw

Thinks your ability to stand silent and still in chaos is scary cool

"You don't need words to be strong. I can feel it. You're STRONG."

⚔️ Zoro

Completely unbothered by your silence—he’s not exactly chatty either

You two could sit in silence for three hours and that’s a perfect conversation to him

He clocks your selective mutism immediately and never asks questions you don’t want to answer

If you whisper something in his ear in public, he listens like it’s sacred scripture

He’s incredibly protective—not because he thinks you’re weak, but because he hates people who mistake quiet for easy prey

The moment someone tries to force words out of you? Zoro’s sword is already out

“You really think pressure makes people talk? Try bleeding first. Then we’ll compare notes.”

He absolutely respects that your silence is a form of control, not submission

Will stand at your shoulder like a silent wall of steel until you nod it’s okay to move

🍳 Sanji

Sanji is a soft king when it comes to your comfort

Doesn’t just “accept” your mutism—he adapts to it

Develops a whole love language around your silences: gestures, hand squeezes, looks, shared glances over food

If you whisper in his ear in public? He goes red every time no matter what you said

Treats your rare spoken words like poetry.

"Your voice... I could die happy now."

But if anyone dares try to “make you speak,” he’s fury on legs

“If you wanted a conversation, you should’ve kept your tongue attached.”

Elegant fury. Fires the first kick. Lights a cigarette after the last one drops

Thinks your silence adds to your mystique and honestly simps hard for it

“They don’t need to talk, idiot. They’re already unforgettable.”

🛠️ Usopp

Understands your selective mutism right away—relates through his own anxiety

Never makes it a big deal, just accepts it as part of who you are

Acts as your unofficial hype man 24/7

Narrates your silence like it’s legendary

“My friend here? Silent assassin. Writes poetry. Could kill you in three moves. Show some respect.”

Gets so excited whenever you whisper to him

“THEY SAID SOMETHING TO ME. PERSONALLY. ME.”

Makes little gadgets to help you communicate—flip signs, buttons, visual cues

If anyone mocks or pressures you to speak, he steps up immediately

Starts going off in a fiery, ridiculous, clearly-exaggerated monologue about how you’re a silent warrior who once stared down a sea king until it cried.

“You’re really gonna push someone who could take you out with one look?”

Absolutely nervous but still defends you—protective even when shaking

Later brags about it like he was chill the whole time

Thinks your silence is mysterious, heroic, and honestly? Very cool

🍊 Nami

Notices your mutism instantly and adjusts without missing a beat

Communicates with subtle cues: touch, eye contact, quiet words

Always leans in when you whisper, gives you her full attention

Becomes your translator in crowds, sharp and effective

“They said back off. Before I make you.”

If someone tries to force you to talk, she doesn’t hold back

Fights with sass, smarts, and no mercy—protects you because you’re strong, not in spite of it

Never treats you like a problem to fix

Calls your mutism a boundary, not a flaw

Gets genuinely touched when you whisper something soft to her

“Only the right people get to hear that voice.”

Thinks you’re powerful in your silence—deadly, beautiful, and fierce

📚 Robin

Understands without needing it explained—she’s lived through silence herself

Views your selective mutism as deliberate, powerful, elegant

You’re not “mute” to her—you’re discerning. And that makes you brilliant in her book.

She’s very observant.

Not only does she notice the exact kinds of situations that make you shut down, she preemptively handles them.

Like casually standing next to you in crowds. Leaning in so you can whisper without stress. Ordering your drink without being asked.

You two become silent duo queens, communicating entire conversations with eye contact and head tilts

But when you’re surrounded, alone, and pirates are sneering in your face?

One of them laughs, “They mute or just stupid?”

Six arms bloom from the stone walls and grab all of them by the throat.

Robin walks up, smiling politely.

“It seems you’re the stupid ones.”

She looks to you and tilts her head.

“Would you like me to break their arms or their egos?”

You murmur a single word

“Egos.”

She smiles wider.

Later, you slip her a note with a tiny sketch of her stepping on the pirate’s face. She folds it into her book like a pressed flower.

🔧 Franky

Thought you were just “cool and mysterious” at first—didn’t realize your silence was tied to selective mutism

When he does figure it out? Immediate SUPER™ respect

Doesn’t try to make you talk—just makes sure you always feel welcome in the workshop

Builds you custom tools or a gadget to help if you want to communicate in crowded places—only if you’re into it

“You don’t gotta say a thing, dude. You just being here is already awesome!”

Treats your rare spoken words like a backstage VIP pass

Will absolutely body block anyone who corners you or tries to force you to speak

If someone mocks you? Cue cyborg intimidation mode

“Real strength ain’t about talkin’. It’s about doin’. And you? You’ve got that in spades.”

Loves hearing you whisper in his ear in public.

Instantly salutes.

“COMMAND RECEIVED!!”

Thinks your silence adds mystery and badassery—he’s kind of obsessed tbh

“You’re like… like a silent laser beam! Precise! Lethal! SUPER!!”

🌊 Jinbe

Understands immediately—doesn’t need an explanation

Has deep emotional intelligence and respects boundaries like a king

Offers quiet companionship when you need it, never pressuring conversation

Has an entire repertoire of gentle nods and thoughtful glances for when words aren’t needed

If you whisper to him, he leans in with the patience of a mountain

“You do not need to speak to be heard.”

Would stand calmly beside you if you're being antagonized—silent, unmoving, radiating “Try me.” energy

If someone pushes you to talk? He won’t raise his voice—but he will command the entire room’s attention

“If your ears are so desperate for sound, perhaps you should listen to your own foolishness.”

He believes your silence holds weight—calls it “the stillness before a wave”

Deeply respects how you fight without words—calls it “an elegant form of strength”

Makes sure the crew understands your boundaries without ever making a fuss of it

Absolute guardian energy, with the soul of a poet

🎻 Brook

Surprisingly intuitive about your silence despite being loud himself

Doesn’t ask invasive questions—just rolls with it, happily filling silences with songs or stories

Makes gentle jokes to ease tension but always watches your cues

“Ah, you didn’t laugh out loud, but I saw that smile! Yohohoho!”

If you whisper something in public? Dramatic swoon every time

“A private word?! For me?! Oh my heart—wait, I don’t have one!! Yohoho!”

He absolutely writes songs about you—like full orchestral ballads of silent bravery

Believes your silence is poetic and meaningful

“Some voices are loudest without sound.”

If someone antagonizes you? Brook’s polite tone goes cold

“Your disrespect will not go unnoticed, even by one without eyes.”

cue chill-inducing violin chord

Protects you through unexpected intimidation—he’s goofy until he isn’t

Thinks your energy is ghostly and powerful in a way he deeply respects

Refers to you as “the whisper between storms” in one of his songs

🧸 Chopper

Soooo gentle and sweet with you from day one

Was nervous at first like

“Did I do something wrong? Why don’t they talk to me?”

But once he understands, he’s all in: brings you tea, sits nearby while you write, never pressures you

“You don’t have to talk. I still know you like me, right?”

Will make you little cue cards or cute picture communication tools if you want help in public

If you whisper to him, he melts.

“AHHH THEY TALKED TO ME! I MEAN—I’M COOL. I’M NORMAL.”

If someone bullies you or gets pushy?

Normally sweet Chopper goes feral mode

“BACK OFF! YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE HOW THEY TALK!”

Will patch you up after fights and praise how you held your own, even without words

“You’re one of the strongest people I know… You don’t even need a voice to be amazing!”

Lowkey keeps a medical log of when you speak or interact more—only to make sure you’re doing okay mentally

Feels extra close to you because you both were misunderstood at first

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You were only gone five minutes.

Five minutes to run down the street and grab new ink, maybe peek into the bookstore. Five minutes away from the crew.

Apparently, that was enough.

They came out of nowhere—half a dozen rough-looking pirates, loud and posturing. One of them stepped in front of you as you turned to leave.

"Oi, sweetheart. Why so quiet?"

You didn’t respond.

"Too good to talk to us?" "Or maybe you think you're better?" "C’mon, just say hi." "We don’t bite… much.”

They leaned in. Circling. Testing.

You stared them down, face flat, spine straight, hand hovering near your weapon—but still, you said nothing. You didn’t owe them a damn word.

And that’s when the sound of boots hit the street behind you.

Not loud. Not rushed. But deliberate.

Zoro was the first. Leaning against the alley wall like he’d been there the whole time. He didn’t draw a sword. He didn’t need to.

Sanji stepped up next, cracking his knuckles with a smile that didn't touch his eyes. Smoke curled from the edge of his lips.

Nami lingered behind them, arms crossed, watching. Sharp gaze narrowed. Robin’s shadow moved just beside hers—subtle, but present. You could feel it.

And then there was Luffy.

No drama. No yelling. He just appeared beside you, hands in his pockets, staring straight at the loudest one.

They all paused, instincts kicking in. A shift in the air.

“…This your crew?” one of them asked, voice suddenly less cocky.

You leaned in close to Luffy’s ear, barely a breath.

"I didn’t need help."

He grinned. "I know."

Silence again. Until he tilted his head, smile gone now.

"I just didn’t like the way they talked to you."

That was it.

That was all it took.

The men backed off. Fast. No fight. Just the weight of the crew’s presence and Luffy’s quiet fury pressing down on them like a stormcloud. They knew better.

As they vanished down the street, Luffy turned to you, still smiling—loose and easy like nothing had happened.

You sighed and bumped your shoulder against his in thanks. He bumped back.

Zoro huffed a quiet breath, like he’d been hoping for action. Sanji smoothed his jacket, still glaring at the retreating pirates. Chopper poked your arm, worried, but you just gave him a nod.

The crew didn’t make a big deal of it.

No lectures. No questions.

Just a warm space carved out around you.

Safe. Quiet. Yours.

Because you didn’t need words for them to hear you.

And they didn’t need words to say “We’ve got your back.”

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[forged-in-kaoss]

What can you do when you can't even pull yourself out of the water? NOTHING! THAT'S WHY I NEED HELP! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE SWORDS, YOU BASTARD. I can't navigate. I can't cook. I can't lie, either. I'm confident that I can't live without help!

[beaulesbian]

"The world should have protected you, but you have been asked to protect it. What an honor. What an injustice." - NADDPOD, Bahumia campaign ep. 97 (x)

[p1nqu3]

Your art is fantastic! The one for Sanji’s bday is too beautiful! Can we have more sanami from you?

sure!! I love sanami 😙😙

second art based on these outfits

[wuyushun]

the strawhat sniper gets a lot done on his birthday!

and i wanted to draw another one for jinbei and usopp swimming so this is here too heh

[selfindulgenceisthekey]

i would love to see the readers relationship with the other members of the crew before her running away to see some platonic yan strawhats in action and to establish the readers personality/charater traits

oooo I love this ask! this ended up both longer and shorter than anticipated, and I fear it doesn't quite hit what I was going for, but I hope you enjoy this <3

The warmth of her hands holding yours made you all too aware that you couldn’t recall the last time someone had done something like this for you. She was meticulous, tongue poking out ever so slightly as she focused, each brush stroke done with percision. 

“And done,” She sat back, a proud smile on her face, as you brought your hand up to inspect your nails.

Four of the five nails on each of your hands had been painted a dark blue, coated in something that made them shine in the sunlight. Your pinky nails, however, were painted a fiery orange. 

“Now don’t move your hands around too much,” She instructed, shifting so she could begin painting her own nails, “I don’t want you messing up all my hard work.”

You gingerly laid your hands down, palms flat against your thighs. “They look cute.”

She snorted, eyes never straying from her hands, “Of course they do, I’m an expert, I’ll have you know. Even managed to paint Zoro’s nails one night when he was asleep.”

You couldn’t help but snort at the image of Nami sneaking her way near a sleeping Zoro, quietly and slowly painting each of his nails while he snored. “What color did you choose?”

“Every color I had,” She paused her movements, looking up at you with a smug look, “His hands look like he dipped them in a rainbow for a week.”

“He just let you get away with it?” 

She waved your question off almost lazily, “He acts like he’s some tough macho-guy, but he’s a real big softy for the crew. He started to yell at me, but then Chopper saw them and got excited, and then Luffy and then Usopp, and he just accepted his fate.”

She was far quicker doing her own nails than she had been with yours, already on her second hand as she told you the story.

“You could start a side job,” You suggested, half-joking, “Imagine how many people would pay to have their nails done by Cat Burglar Nami?”

“Ooh,” There were stars in her eyes as she considered the thought, “I could charge people a shit ton.”

A startled laugh escaped you, and you tried to smother it while also doing your best not to smudge your nails. “You’d be painting nails while running away from the marines!”

“I could do their nails too,” She shrugged, “Though they’d be fined a lot more than your average person.”

It was comfortable sitting on the deck with her. The sun was warm on your skin, the breeze was cool, the taste of salt lingered not uncomfortably. You could hear the rest of the crew in different areas, Zoro was at a distance, arms crossed as he napped in a sunny spot, Chopper curled up in his lap.

Sanji was up in the galley, the scent of lunch wafting through the air. God how you wished you could get used to this. This type of life is one you had only dreamed of, and you’d store moments like these to dream of later.

“Ta-da!” 

Nami held her hands up, nails facing you. Four of her five nails were painted that same fiery orange, while her pinkies were the same shade of blue on your nails. Careful not to smudge either of your nails, she wrapped one of her pinkies around your own.

“See, we’re matching now,” She grinned, and you couldn’t help but echo the look back, “So whenever we go out people know we’re together.”

“Here, try this,” A spoon was directly in front of your face, barely an inch away from your lips.

It smelled amazing, and you didn’t even have to question before you wrapped your lips around the utensil. Somehow, it tasted even better than it smelled. 

“It’s amazing, as always, though.”

Sanji grinned, eye nearly sparkling as he all but twirled around in his kitchen, “Thank you, mon cœur. I’m always grateful for your input!”

You laughed, his theatrical actions never failed to entertain you, and you slightly suspect he dialed them up to make you laugh.

“Not much input needed, your food always tastes amazing.”

“Keep feeding into his ego and his head’ll get bigger than it already is.” The shift on Sanji’s face was immediate, and despite your inner turmoil regarding your feelings for the crew’s first mate, you couldn’t help but laugh as Sanji turned towards the swordsman.

“Shut it, mosshead! What are you even doing in here anyways? Thought you were out there, photosynthesizing with your grass brothers.”

Zoro’s face scrunched up, both of them doing great at riling each other up within a matter of seconds. You stayed seated on the bar stool you’d been on, watching as the two got in each others face.

“None of your business, curly brows.”

“It is my business, it’s my kitchen!”

The pot on the stove top began bubbling as the two bickered, and your attention turned to the stew. Do you turn the stove off? Was it supposed to be bubbling? 

“Uh, Sanji—”

“You don’t get final say in who comes in and out of here, waiter.”

“I do get final say, green haired idiot!”

“Sanji,” You scooted off the stool, moving over to the stove, feeling mildly panicked as you twisted the knob lowering the heat, “Sanji!”

He turned, the anger melting off so quickly it was hard to imagine it had been there, “Yes, my dear?”

“Dinner’s bubbling.”

“Dinner’s bub— Oh!” He rushed over, his momentary feud with Zoro forgotten as he gently stood next to you, grabbing the spoon he had been using, a calm sort of franticness in his movements.

“So sorry you saw us fighting in front of you,” He gently nudged you back towards the stool you had been seated on.

You just shrugged— it wasn’t the first time those two had gone at it in front of you. Their bickering and fighting at first scared you, two men that strong fighting? It seemed like it spelled disaster. But the bickerings never escalated past that, and you soon found yourself feeling amused watching them.

Zoro made a tsk’ing sound, arms crossed as he watched Sanji save the stew with little to no struggle. He shifted, his movements silent and the only reason you were aware was because you had been watching him. He was inching towards the cabinet where Sanji had shown you they keep different types of alcohol there. Without turning, Sanji spoke towards Zoro, voice cold, “You can wait for dinner to have your drink, marimo.”

“Damn lovecook,” Zoro huffed, eye narrowing at Sanji despite the blonde not facing him.

You look at Zoro a small smile, and he just huffed back in response before disappearing from the room. No matter how many days you spent with the crew being near him still set you on edge. There was something about the way he looked at you that told you he didn’t trust you, and the silent looks were more terrifying than him threatening you.

“Here, taste it now,” Another spoonful of stew was in front of you, and the ebbing worry that had been growing disappeared.

Chopper always kept their sick bay in top shape. The scent of cleaning supplies never felt too overbearing, and it was always a nice temperature inside. You wondered how long it normally took him to clean whenever he dug through things as frantic as he was doing now.

“Chopper,” You tried calming his frantic movements down, “It’s just a scratch— I’m fine.”

“But I need to clean the wound to see how bad it really is,” He was standing on his tiptoes reaching into a cabinet, flinging bottles around as he searched for whatever it was he was in need of, “Then disinfect it so you don’t get it infected! Then I have to dress it, if you don’t need stitches!”

You doubted you needed stitches, it stung sure, but you’d had plenty of wounds that needed stitches before. This one just needed some gauze and time and it may not even scar. You didn’t tell the little doctor that, he didn’t need a reason to grill you about your medical past.

“I doubt it needs stiches,” You mused, watching as he appeared triumphant upon finding whatever it was he had been searching for.

Hopping off the table he’d been standing on, he made his way to you, scooting the stool to be able to be closer to your arm. You held in a wince as he began cleaning the wound, clearly desperate to be careful with his actions. Hovering in the door was Sanji, a worried look on his face. What surprised you was Luffy behind him, peering around Sanji to look into the sick bay.

“I’m fine, you guys,” The genuine concern in their eyes was touching, a warm feeling growing in your chest as you smiled at them, “Just a scratch.”

“I was worried your whole arm was gonna fall off,” Luffy spoke, leaning forward against Sanji, who, despite the annoyed look on his face, accepted the weight against him.

You couldn’t help but snort, wincing slightly as Chopper applied antibacterial spray, “My entire arm was not at risk of falling off, Luffy.”

“You don’t know that,” He sounded so serious, his eyes wide, “Luckily, we have the best doctor on our ship, even if it had fallen of, he’d have fixed it!”

As if on cue, Chopper wiggled where he stood, bowing his head enough that the brim of his hat covered his eyes, though you could still see his smile, “That doesn’t make me happy at all!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, watching as he wrapped your forearm was gauze, his touch light and gentle. By the time he finished wrapping your wound, the pressure mixed with the spray helped the pain all but disappear. 

You held your arm up, showing the two worry warts, “See? All fixed. Not at risk of falling off at all.”

Sanji looked relieved, stepping inside, grabbing your arm gently and turning it every which way, as if studying Chopper’s work. Luckily, the little reindeer didn’t look offended by the excess studying. Luffy still stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, just watching you and Sanji. Chopper was scurrying around, tidying up the mess he’d created.

“I should kick Usopp into next week, no, next year for hurting you.”

Rolling your eyes, you pried your arm from his grip gently, patting your palm against his chest, feeling the steady heartbeat under your hand, “You will not be kicking him into next week or next year, it was an accident.”

“Still, he—”

“Still nothing,” You cut him off, sliding your hand up to cup his cheek for a moment, your heart twinging as he leaned further into your hand, “He didn’t mean to, I’m okay, it’s all good. You all are just so used to roughhousing with each other, you forget what it’s like to have someone delicate like me on board.”

Your tone was teasing, patting his cheek for good measure before removing your hand, moving to offer your help to Chopper. As you shifted, moving around the sick bay with direction from the little doctor you were unaware of the brief, stormy look that crossed Sanji’s face.

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[invye]

We are interrupting our regularly scheduled program to bring you a snippet of a potential ZoSan undercover as a married couple fic:

(Timeline wise shoehorned in sometime shortly after the timeskip, before the Strawhats make it back into the news big time.)

(People need saving from a exclusive circle of nobility, but most of the Stawhats have already been seen around the island, so the lot ends up on Zoro and Sanji to try get in posing as a freshly married couple on their honeymoon to try get more information.)

[after coming up with the plan and Zoro and Sanji hesitantly agreeing]

Robin: "You seem a little stressed, Cook-san."

Sanji, chain-smoking his third cigarette: "I'm fine, I'll do this… I just… I don't like lying about something as significant as marriage, alright? I know it's stupid, but that's just how I am."

Luffy, perking up from where one might have thought he wasn't paying attention at all: "Oi, Sanji, promise to protect Zoro?"

Sanji, puffing out smoke: "Obviously, the Marimo would get lost within all of two seconds without me having his back."

Luffy: "Good! Now, Zoro--!"

Zoro, already rising to the bait: "Oi, if anyone is protecting anyone, I'll be guarding your lanky ass, shit cook!"

Luffy, laughing: "Alright, then as the captain of this ship I hereby pronounce you married!"

Zoro:

Sanji:

Robin: "Oh my, congratulations!"

Brook: bursts into song

Luffy, grinning at Sanji: "See, now it's not a lie anymore, so you don't have to feel bad about calling Zoro your husband."

Zoro: "LUFFY!!! YOU CAN'T JUST--"

Sanji: wordlessly walks off to get ready for the mission

Usopp: "Wait, wait!" runs after Sanji, grabbing his wrist

Sanji: stares

Usopp, sweating nervously: "Need your ring size…"

Sanji: staring intensifies

Usopp, scurrying off as quickly as humanly possible: "Wedding gift!"

Luffy, in the distance, still being yelled at by Zoro: "Too bad we don't have time to celebrate, I really want some wedding cake… :("

[deecotan]

Omg I’m obsessing over ur pregnant zosan art!!! I NEED MROE!!!!

Here’s a couple ideas! :D

Maybe the crew helping and caring for Sanji who’s late in his pregnancy? Or maybe Zoro staying with Sanji’s durning labor (or if you’re not into that) after labor when Sanji is exhausted and holding their child?

YOUR ART IS JUST SO GOOD I NEED MROE ZOSAN🖤����🖤💙🖤💙

I hope you guys don't mind if I combine these asks into one since they have similar premises

Anyways these asks inspired me to make a bunch of preggy Sanji sketches, so here you go!

I ended up adding more Strawhats than I expected haha but I do love some found family Strawhats.

[dykelizard]

living on the sunny must be hell

[msfantasy-anime]

A Visit From Dear Ole Dad

Monkey D. Luffy x Reader

Summary: Your dad visits Marine!Reader to talk

A/n: rushed ending but shrug

Series Masterlist

Part IV

“Mrs. Monkey.” A teasing gravely voice calls out.

Standing at the bow of the ship, you turn around to see your father standing just behind you. His bright red hair and sunny smile beaming at you.

"Dad!" You call out excitedly. Shoving your tea cup into the nearest officers hands as you launch yourself into the arms of your father. His big arms wrapping around your form as he begins to spin you in circles as you giggle like a young girl again.

He finally places you down, “How’s it going little trouble maker?” He asks ruffling up your hair.

“Me? If anyone’s the trouble maker— it’s you!” You accuse back, all whilst Shanks throws his head back in laughter.

The ship seems to grow quieter at the unexpected visitor. Soon all you hear is the ocean waves lapping against the vessel as the crew shuffle silently behind the figure of your dad. All attempting to catch glimpses of him, but he pays no mind to the watchful eyes only looking upon your face instead.

“No more than usual— but you?” He says, raising his brow, “Imagine my surprise when I catch word about my little girl messing around with another marine.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Now I don’t like getting involved with you two but you better set the record straight before Luffy hears anything— aren’t you two married or did I miss something?” He lectures, making you shrink under his scrutinising gaze. “Even if it’s another one of your schemes, you know how Luffy feels about those tricky tactics of yours.”

“Might’ve …” you spoke hesitantly. “Told a small fib here and there to get out of a situation…” you mutter, twisting your fingers around your coat. “But it’s not true! Luffy knows I would never.”

Shanks couldn’t help but huff a sigh. “Kid— It might not be my place. But I think it’s time I finally had a heart to heart with you.” Shanks says, looking you deep in your eyes, making sure you’re listening. “How much longer are you going to play marine.” He says as you raise a brow at this. 

“Dad, it’s not like that. I want to be a marine.” You defend, but Shank doesn’t hesitate.

“Is it though?” He asks, making you falter, “I don’t know exactly where this dream of becoming a marine came from but I just wanna make sure that my little girl won’t make any decisions that she regrets in life. Even though you two love each other, love isn’t enough to keep you together. There will come a day that you will have to choose between your job and him and I don’t think you can live with that decision.” Shank says grabbing your shoulders. “So I’m asking you again, why do you wanna be a marine?”

Maybe it was the sincerity in his eyes, or the sorrowful look he’s giving you, or perhaps it was your own admission back that make your heart ache.

“I don’t know.” You answer back, your voice trembly as you painfully admit you’re unsure. It’s a terrifying notion to admit. For years you prattled on about becoming a marine as the boys prattled on about becoming a pirate king. You’ve made becoming a marine your whole personality and without that title you don’t really know who you are. Truth be told that thought sat in the back of your mind for quite a long time now; having become a marine and achieving such an esteemed title only trapped you further. To finally admit out loud that you’re not sure if the years of dedication to your craft was even worth it. Being a rear admiral almost felt like nothing, it feels like it should be a title you ought to be proud of having. “I was so angry when you left me on the island dad.” You say, meeting his gaze.

“I’m sorry darling you know if I had any other way then I would—“

“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m not angry at you. I was angry at the situation.” You said, a tear spilling over the edge of your eyes. “I’m grateful that I got to have the childhood I did. Growing up with Ace, Sabo, and especially Luffy, was more than I could ever ask for.” You say, Shanks whipping away your tear. “I was angry that the Marines kept you away from me. I was even more angry when Ace told us about the world government issued an execution order when he was a fetus. The world wanted him dead before he was even born.” You said, your brows crossing. “And the idea cemented in my head when I watched the Marines just stand there when that celestial dragon launched a bomb at Sabo.”

Shanks just stood there for a moment mulling over your words. “Darling, if I had to be quite honest with you, I don’t believe being a marine is your dream.” in the words rattled your mind. “Say you achieved the highest rank as a marine. Would you feel complete and happy in the end?” You just stood there, your mouth left a-gape.

“I-“

“Say you go on countless adventures with that husband of yours, would you have regrets leaving the marines behind?” He asks, and something in his eyes compelled the honest truth from you.

“No.”

And with that admission, Shank smiles ever so slightly.

But you couldn’t even focus on that as you saw a hoards of your crew gathering behind your father. “Rear Admiral— we thank you for all your years of service but we think it’s time that you follow your own dreams as you have helped us follow ours.” One of the officers shout as the crowd begins to hold back their tears.

“Thanks to you. We understand the vision that you had for the Marines and we will do our best to carry out.” Your Lieutenant announces. “ Will leave for your name and document so they never even know that you’ve left—“

“No—“ you say firmly. “Tell Akainu the truth. That I’ve abandoned post to join my husband- as a straw hat pirate!”







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[softlypossessive]

I’m so glad I stumbled onto your blog! I was wondering if I could request a monster trio headcanon for one piece. I was wondering how would they react to having a s/o on the crew whose role was to be the scribe? She basically set out to sea in hopes of writing the greatest adventure story and she joined the straw hats and decided to write out all of their adventures and stories. How would they value the work she did to ensure the straw hats story would live on? Would they ask her to also write about their blossoming “love story?”

♡･ﾟ𓏸 Monster Trio x Scribe!Reader Headcanon𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, gn!reader (with romantic s/o dynamics) ♡ Warnings: Fluff, supportive bfs, romantic tension, praise for your writing, mentions of legacy/storytelling, love story references, emotional softness, no use of Y/N ♡ Notes: Thank you for the lovely request!! I had so much fun writing this—soft, dream-chasing Strawhat energy is my JAM. This is romantic-coded, but still soft and cozy! These boys adore you and want the world to remember it ~~

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🍖Luffy

Luffy is beyond excited that someone is literally writing down his story

He lit up the first time you told him your dream

At first, he thought “scribe” just meant you liked books

When you explained your dream—telling the greatest adventure story ever so people stuck in small lives could feel free—something clicked

That’s what Gold Roger’s story did for him

He immediately declared that you were going to make people want to be pirates

He constantly interrupts your writing like “HEY! Did you write about the Sea King punch? What about when I kicked Crocodile’s butt?!”

He doesn’t always understand the full weight of what you’re doing, but he respects your dream because it’s yours

He takes it seriously because everyone supports his dream the same way

He’s very into the idea of his rise to Pirate King being written as a legendary tale

He wants people to read it and feel inspired, just like he did as a kid

He’s obsessed with your writing now—brings you snacks, peeks over your shoulder, and grins when he sees his name

He absolutely wants the love story included

Not because he’s super romantic—but because he thinks it’s cool and funny

“Make sure you write the part where I asked you out and you said yes really fast”

You did not say yes fast—he asked twice, but he swears he heard a yes the first time

He gets kind of serious when it comes to your place in his story

“You can put that part in too, right? That I love you? That we sail together?”

It’s not about the mushy stuff—it’s about you being part of the journey

“When I’m Pirate King, I want them to know you were there. You wrote it. That’s important.”

He says it so proudly—like he’s always known your name would be written in history beside his

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You're sprawled on the deck one evening, a gentle breeze stirring your pages. Luffy plops down beside you, upside down like a gremlin, head hanging over the edge of the bench.

“Whatcha writing?”

You smirk. “You.”

“Oooh!” He rolls over eagerly. “Read it to me!”

You hesitate for a second—because this part’s soft. It’s not about battles or meat or dreams. It’s… this:

“He laughs at the sky like it’s an old friend. He loves with the same wild heart he sails with—loud, boundless, impossible to hold. But if you’re lucky enough to be his, truly his, he makes you feel like you’ve already touched the sun.”

When you look up, Luffy’s staring at you wide-eyed. Then he beams—beams—like he’s never heard anything cooler in his life.

“That’s SO COOL!!! Write more! Write the part where I kissed you! And the part where I said I’d never leave you behind! That’s important too!”

He grabs your hand like it’s the anchor holding him to the ship.

“I want people to read that and want to fall in love on the sea.”

⚔️ Zoro

Zoro was confused at first—thought “scribe” was just a fancy word for someone who sat around reading books

Then he saw you scribbling after battle, muttering about footwork and blade arcs, and it clicked

He doesn't ask about your work directly but will silently glance over your shoulder now and then

Especially curious when he spots his name in the margins

One night, you were half-asleep at your desk, and he dropped off a sake cup with a quiet, “Don’t forget to write the part where I saved your ass”

The idea of a love story written about him makes him grumble

“Tch. What’s there to say? You like me. I like you. End of story.”

But later, you find your notes moved slightly and a new entry about Loguetown added—with perfect detail about how he looked at you when you were hurt

You didn’t write it—he did

Zoro doesn’t care about fame or legacy, but he cares because you care

You’ve caught him rereading entries about battles when he thinks you’re asleep

When he reads your writing about him—his resolve, his strength—he gets quiet

“That what you really see when you look at me?” he asked once

When you nodded, he didn’t say more, just trained harder that night

He pretends not to care about the romance stuff, but when you suggest keeping it private, he actually frowns

“Why wouldn’t you write it? It’s real, isn’t it?”

It’s not about the world knowing he’s in love—it’s about the world knowing you’re his

“Put it in the book. Make it clear.”

He won’t say ‘I love you’ out loud a hundred times—but he wants it written. Inked into history. Quiet. Permanent. True.

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You find Zoro in the crow’s nest, dozing shirtless with a bottle beside him. Classic. You don’t mean to wake him—you’re just scribbling quietly in the corner—but he cracks an eye open anyway.

“You stalking me?” he grumbles.

You don’t reply. Just keep writing.

“…What are you saying about me this time?”

You smirk faintly. “Want me to read it?”

He shrugs, but the way he leans in says yes.

“He walks like the world owes him nothing. Like pain is just something to cut through. But he’s the one who stands between you and the storm, every time. Even if it kills him. Especially if it kills him. He doesn’t say he loves you. He just stays.”

You glance up. His brows are drawn, mouth tight, jaw working like he’s chewing on glass.

“…Tch.” He looks away, then back at you. “You’re gonna make me sound like some damn tragic hero.”

You shrug. “You kind of are.”

He takes your hand wordlessly, callused fingers curling around your pen-stained ones. Doesn’t say anything else. But you catch him rereading the entry later when he thinks you’re asleep.

🍳Sanji

Sanji is your biggest supporter—like, aggressively supportive

Brings you snacks, checks your wrist when it cramps, makes you tea or coffee without even asking

Fawns over every line you write like you’re the author of his heart (which you kinda are)

“Mon amour, your words will immortalize us! Should I pose for the cover illustration? Shirtless, of course—unless you prefer mystery~”

He’s completely enchanted by your dream to tell stories—especially their story

It’s romantic, meaningful, and he thinks it’s the most beautiful thing in the world

Sometimes you catch him just… watching you while you write. Like the weight of it all hits him out of nowhere

“We’ll be gone someday,” he once said softly, cigarette glowing. “But your words won’t.”

He’s the most emotionally open about what your writing means

Will 100% beg you to read parts of it to him like a bedtime story

And when it comes to your love story? Oh he wants the whole thing

A novella-length subplot with kissing, longing glances, dramatic declarations—he’s all in

“Put in every moment,” he says one night, curled around you as you write

“Every glance, every word I said that made you blush, all of it.”

Not embarrassed at all—he wants the world to know how deeply he loved you

“I want people to read it and feel jealous,” he says with a crooked smile

“That they weren’t loved like I loved you.”

Flirty and ridiculous 80% of the time—“What are you saying about me now? Is it about my devastating charm? My noble soul?”

But that last 20%? Pure, sincere, overwhelming admiration

He knows you’re creating legacy—and he’s honored to be part of it

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Sanji catches you writing at the galley table, nibbling the end of your pen. You don’t even notice he’s there until he’s sliding a plate beside you.

“For the brilliant mind behind our legend,” he purrs.

You roll your eyes. “You wanna hear the part I wrote about you?”

He leans in immediately, chin propped on one hand. “More than I want air.”

You clear your throat, a little bashful now.

“He’s fire, but not just the kind that burns. He’s warmth, too. He’s the hand that feeds, the eyes that linger, the voice that sings when he thinks no one hears. He loves like he’s starved for it—like he wants to feed it back to you in spoonfuls until you’re full. And you’ll never convince him he deserves the same in return.”

Silence.

When you glance up, Sanji looks like he’s been slapped by Cupid and set on fire.

“…Mon dieu.”

His voice is thick. He presses a kiss to your wrist. Then your knuckles. Then your palm.

“You better publish that. I want the whole world to know exactly how ruined I am for you.”

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[meanwhilemisha22]

As a strawhat multishipper and poly lover...

These are my simple guides to establishing "Zoro has tons of casual sex with strangers" in a way that does justice to that man

If Zoro fucks a lot of Men, specifically. This is About Luffy and not About Them

If Zoro fucks a lot of Women, specifically. This is about Sanji and not About Them.

If Zoro indiscriminately fucks any willing stranger. This is about Kuina and not About Them.

If Zoro fucks 0 non-strawhats for any reason, then this is finally About Them

[thepeachengineer]

Who’s takin the picture