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mugeesworld · 4 months

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Cuddly Chubby reader x Strawhat Crew (Platonic)

Haven't wrote something in a WHILEEEEE BABES LIKE DAMN I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN'T PAID MY CHILD SUPPORT OR SOMETHING BUT ANYWAYS WE BACK BITCHES. and I'm feeling wholesome.

Context: Reader is a chubby gal (femreader) and the Strawhat crew being as close as they are with each other show love or friendship in different ways. And for y/n the crews just really likes to cuddle with her in a comforting platonic way. So here are some head cannons that make me smile.

Includes: Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Robin, Chopper, Franky, Brook, And Jinbei

Not proof read

Luffy

Luffy is definitely the type of person to be very touchy and not realize or understand that some people don't like being hugged. So he will do it to anyone in his reach if he considers them a friend.

Speaking of hugs. Luffy love hugs. Especially hugging you. While you're minding your business on the ship, it doesn't surprise you anymore when you feel really long arms wrap around you.

And though you might not mind the hugs from Luffy. Sometimes he just won't let go. He'll hold on like a leech. Like a kid holding on to their parents leg so they can't walk.

At some point their was definitely a incident where he just didn't want to stop hugging you. So for however long he decided to stay wrapped around you, He was clinged to you like he was in one of those baby carriers. He had to be prided off when you start getting tired of carrying his ass around.

And all while this was happening he's just giggling. Doing this just because you give the best hugs he says.

Also when he gets really tired after running around with Usopp and chopper on the ship (not likely but hey let's go with it) he'll just walk over to where ever you're standing/sitting and lay on you. "Y/n *cough cough* I'm dying help meeeee" and he'll just lay across your legs or something till he catches his breath THEN HE'S UP AGAIN.

I think Luffy would just really dislike the feeling of being cold. So whenever it's cold and y'all are sailing bro does not leave your side at times. When winter comes around all you'll hear is "Y/n I'M COLDDDDDUHHHHH!" The crew tried giving him a bunch of blankets putting him next to fire but he would always complain about the cold unless y/n was there with him.

I feel like he would also just come into your room randomly when he's bored and just lay on you. Full starfish. Covering you completely cause he can't read a room and understand you're busy. So you might be doing something while on your bed and then the door will just open and without a word being said bros laying down. Just chillin.

Zoro

Now we all know zoro loves his naps and will do that crap anywhere. And you just can't stand to see that man rest his head on some hard ass wood floor. It's Makes you cringe. Like that shit gotta be uncomfortable... So one day he was laying next to you and you got tired of seeing that crap. And you don't say anything you just sigh and lift his head up and move your thigh/leg under him. He opens his eyes for a second surprised but he soon goes back sleep. Not saying anything, but is grateful for the pillow.

And from then on y'all never spoke about it. It was just something y'all did. Everytime he would want to take a nap and you were sitting down he would just walk over and lay his head on you. No words exchanged. But he did enjoy it. And he would never admit it but he took really good naps when laying on you. And everytime he would try to sleep on the floor he would struggle to fall asleep cause he was used to you.

And yes he could easily just grab a pillow. But nah... He chooses you.

(This one a bit sad idk how I came up with it honestly)

And this might be stretching but if he ever has a night mare or can't sleep he would come to your room. Opening the door. Looking stressed out or sweating and that's all you needed to know. All that was needed between you two was a nod. And once you did that he would enter and once again fall asleep on you. Even though he usually sleeps for a long time whenever he would sleep in your bed at night he would never be there in the morning. He would always wake up before you. Not because he didn't like you or something but because he wants to respect your space as much as possible. And also I don't think he would want the crew to find out cause they might want to talk about it. But he knows with you, that your want push it and he just enjoys having someone there.

Though one night when he seemed stressed and came in there you said "wanna talk about it? I'll listen."

After being silent for a bit he responds "This is enough. Thank you... Y/n"

And you just hum In response. Zoro might be a man of few words but you knew he needed rest and you understood him and understood he might not want to talk about it but still wants to be comforted.

I might go as far and say you're the only person on the crew that has seen zoro cry cause one night he came into your room with tears running down his face. His eyes wide. Yet his face expressionless. Coming to you cause you're the only person that knew about his nightmares. Immediately understanding he had a really bad nightmare. Saying "I'm sorry dear..." getting up from your bed and giving him a hug which he surprisingly excepted hugging you tightly back and shuttering a bit before you pat his back.

Zoro not really being a fan of physical affection like hugs but in that moment and with you he needed it and was ok with it...

"Come. Rest now" you say before sitting down on your bed again. Him not saying anything only the sound of sniffles before it goes quiet meaning he fell asleep.

Shit I'm going to hell for that one. THAT WAS SAD. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO WHOLESOME. It just kept coming. My fingers just kept going y'all. I just had to keep adding on huh.

Nami

I just know Nami loves you. You're her best friend. If y'all share a room like her and robin do she definitely shares a bed with you and will ask you to cuddle all the time if not every single night.

I bet she called you cuddle bug at some point 😭

Or will get mad if you don't lay down with her. "Y/N HURRY UP AND COME TO BEDDD I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP WOMAN! Are you trying to make me have bags??! So inconsiderate!"

Will always blame her lack of sleep on you.

Ik she stingy with that blanket too. And doesn't want y'all to have separate ones but she will always still yalls "shared" blanket for herself.

Usopp

I don't know if usopp would be someone that's wants to cuddle but I think he would always hug you when y'all greet or say your goodbyes. Also just sometimes in the morning or at night when y'all just wake up/are about to rest.

I also think we would just do it when he's tired. Like he just got done fixing something with the ship and sees you. Giving you a nod before walking over and giving you a tired hug.

Or y'all will just be standing somewhere beside each other and he will throw his arm around you. Swaying a bit.

Sanji

Now it's not like it's a secret everyone on the crew likes your hugs so it's a known thing for them that you will always hug them. And sanji took that crap to his advantage.

Nami and robin never let him hug them cause of his weird ways but he knows you won't turn him down. So everytime you return back to the ship or even just walking into the kitchen for breakfast he can't help but stop whatever he's doing and running towards you with open arms. "Y/n my loveeee! Good morning!" "Y/n! My angel you're back!"

A few times even knocking you back cause he was so excited.

He would never touch you in a weird way though. And the first time he hugged you he asked to and you said he didn't have to ask that it didn't bother you. So he won't ever take that for granted. He might be a perv but he's still a gentleman.

When you return back to the boat after shopping he would always be the first to greet you. Not even waiting for you to get on the ship. He just jumps onto the ground and runs towards you. (Slowing down right before y'all hug so he doesn't hurt you) Offering to carry whatever you’re carrying then talking excitedly about what he had made for her or what he planned to make.

Chopper

Chopper is a lot like luffy. He's very grabby. Except he can't stretch so instead he will either raise his arms up to be picked up or will just climb up you like a mountain.

Sitting on your shoulders as you work. Sometimes sitting in your lap taking a nap as you work.

Chopper would also ask if he can sleep with you sometimes. He didn't really have a excuse. He just liked it. He would try his best to make one up though!

Especially during the winter. It would just be you chopper and luffy sometimes at night cause they are both cold and apparently you ar the only think that helps.

Robin

I don't think robin is big on physical contact but she still finds a sense of comfort being around. Even if it just the two of you reading beside each other, yalls shoulders touching, you resting your head on her leg as she reads to you or maybe the other way around. She enjoyed the small things.

And though they might not be a big deal or very obvious she still likes them and looks forward to yalls reading time.

Franky

Now I just know Franky likes to cuddle. Can't tell me different. Physical contact and spending time together is his love language

He loves when you ask him about something he's working on in his shop cause he will happily sit down in his rolling chair and let you sit on his lap and he explains everything.

Also Franky just really likes carrying people. He likes being helpful. So he will always offer to carry you. And if you say yes he would carry you in one arm/hand or let you sit on his shoulder.

I think he would just want to hug you like a teddy bear. Franky is a older man so if you joined the crew in your teens or as a early adult I bet he would start calling you bear, little bear, T bear. I think he would have a few silly pet name he called the crew at times.

Very fatherly vide to Franky. He gives off Major barbecue dad vibes.

Also he is mostly metal so I know he gets cold easily.

Brook

Brook would feel really awkward about hugging you are first I think. Not only cause you're a pretty girl but because well.... Their's not much for you to hug

So he might say "But I'm all bone! Yohohoh" when you offer him a hug. But you just laugh and shake your head at him. Giving him a hug which he really likes to his surprise.

He was scared that it wouldn't be the same as when he had mest on his bones but to his surprise it did for some reason. Which he found really comforting.

And though people might not like to hug him cause he's all bones he knows you will. And eventually he was the one that started hugging you instead of you hugging him.

Jinbei

Id sell my soul for jinbei to give me a hug bro. Like I just know he gives hugs like those plus size southern old women. (Iykyk) imagine him with a southern accent in like a woman voice saying "Come here baby" 😭😭😭 HELP "give me some sugar"

So let's turn the tables instead of jinbei wanting to hug you. YOU go to him. You wrap your arms around him the best you can and he tries to hug you back but he might just pat your head or put his hand on your back.

He won't turn you down. I think everyone on the crew also likes hugging him like they like hugging you. So I'm sure he is used to people jumping on him.

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mugeesworld · 9 months

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Marco and Ace (Separate) With an Insecure plus sized reader (Female)

Request- Hi, I really liked your hurt-comfort stories. Could you do Ace, Marco or Vista with a female reader who is not conventionally attractive. Maybe someone makes a comment about looks or weight? I read a lot of stories where reader has a "small frame" and it makes me feel sad about my body. If you don't take request ignore this. Thank you :)

AN- This request hit home, as a plus sized person myself I understand the pain of reader having a "small frame". But it does not make you any less worthy of love! I went with Marco and Ace! Thank you for the request and Thank you @seafoamxshayde for helping me edit!

Warnings- Violence, Self Hatred, mentions of knives, light cussing, mentions of insecurities about looks/weight. Angsty with fluffy endings!

Base Story

The atmosphere on the Moby was as lively as ever. The smell of booze laced with Thatch’s top tier food filled the cool night air. You watch as your fellow crew mates dance around with mugs in their hands- singing songs, sometimes their words slurred. A chuckle escaped your lips. It’s times like this you don’t regret becoming a pirate. You walk over to the only open seat on deck, it was at a table filled with newcomers. You don’t really mind, knowing you need to get comfortable with them sooner or later.

You slot yourself between two of the newbies. The men looked at you for a moment but turned their attention back to each other. Your plush thigh accidentally brushed up against the man on your right, he snarled before rolling his eyes. Typical. You know these men dream of hot mermaids or drop dead gorgeous women in general. Everything you are not. If you were, the men around you would be pouring your drinks and flirting you up. But you notice the look in their eyes, it calls out “She is undesirable.” And you feel the rejection burrowing deep within your chest. You try to shake your thoughts, tonight is supposed to be fun right? You attempt to jump into a few conversations but we’re dismissed. Not giving up you turned to the man on your left who slammed his mug against the oak table.

“Man, I have drunk so much I feel like I’m going to die.” He let out a burp and wiped the foam from his mouth. “Too bad if I do. I’ll die without knowing the warm touch of a woman.” An idea popped into your head. You slowly reached out and touched the man's shoulder. The table went quiet as all eyes turned to you.

“There you go. I hope it was everything you ever dreamed of.” You let out a laugh and gave him a playful smack on the back. The man snickered and his eyes caught yours.

“Let me add to my previous statement. I want the touch of a beautiful woman. Am I right, fellas?” Your eyes widened, the men around you started laughing and banging their hands against the table. Your eyes go to your lap. You look at your stomach, how it sticks out. The same stomach you’ve held a knife up to. Wishing you could cut the fat off. Then your eyes travel to your plush thighs. You realize that even you are disgusted by your flawed body. Ugly. Fat. Undesirable. Freak. These words repeat like a mantra in your head. The laughter died down and eyes fell on you yet again. You needed to say something.

“Yeah.” You could only mutter one word. You followed it with a laugh that seemed to satisfy them. Their conversations switched to different things as you sat mortified. You could feel the building pressure in your face. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream. Every fiber in your body said to get up and go hide in your self loathing.

“Thatch where are you going?” You turn around and see the cook walking towards the kitchen.

“Someone has to wash the dishes.” Thatch stretched his arms out dramatically. “It’s going to be a tough job.”

“Commander Thatch let me do the dishes!” Your voice was shaky, but hopefully he didn’t notice.

“Are you sure? You just got here Y/N, you haven't even eaten yet.” He quirked a brow at you.

“I’m sure. Plus I do a better job than you.” You throw some playful banter to throw him off your trail.

“Okay then.” He returned to the table he was sitting at. Ace, Marco, and pops were also resting there.

Without another word you make a beeline to the kitchen. Tears pooled in your eyes, causing them to blur. Once you got to the safety of the kitchen and made sure you were alone, you came undone. The sobs that left your mouth echoed in the kitchen. You wonder what it is like to be thin and beautiful, to have that power that could make a man turn his head. You wish you were small, you wish you were cute. But you are big. You wish you were a delicate flower in the wind, one who could be easily picked up by a man. But you were a rock that had sunk deep within the ocean. A rock no one wanted or sought after. You are worthless. You were drowning in your mind with an anchor tied around your foot. No one could save you, or so you thought.

Marco The Phoenix

“NO PLEASE COMMANDER!” A man screams out, pulling you from your thoughts. The blood curdling scream came from the deck. You could not help but be curious, so you peek out of the kitchen door. There was a group of men standing in a circle cheering on someone. Hoping to get a better view you walk out towards the railing. A burst of azure fire shoots into the dark sky. Looking down in the middle of the circle you see Marco in his half phoenix form. He had a skull crushing talon gripped around a man's head. You notice the clothes on the man, the realization hits you like lighting. It was the man from the table.

“How dare you.” Marco’s voice booms. You have never seen him this angry before, he was always so calm and collected. Seeing him like this was scary to say the least. “You wanna know something newbie? I can hurt you just as much as I can heal you.” You see blood trickling down the side of the man's head. His body was thrashing around, begging for Marco to let him go.

“Marco, I think that's enough. You’ve beat a lifetime of fear into him.” Thatch tried to reason with the Doctor, but it was no good. You wonder what could have got Marco this riled up?

“Shut it Thatch. I’m only done with him when I say so. I ought to throw your pathetic ass overboard for saying what you said about Y/N-yoi.” Marco removed his Talon only to wrap it around the man's throat. “Now listen up, prick. Y/N may not be beautiful in your worthless eyes, but to me she is the most beautiful woman that ever walked the earth.” That statement made your heart flutter.

“Commander, I'm sorry. Please let me go.” The man pawed at the talon. Marco smirked down at him in triumph. He slowly released the talon, causing the man to gasp out for air.

“So now that we cleared that up.” Marco grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him close to his face. “I’m not going to kill you so consider it your lucky day. But I recall Y/N went to go do dishes. So you're gonna take her place, got it?”

“Yes Commander Marco.” The man got up and stumbled right back to the ground.

“Good, now hurry before I change my mind.” Marco gave him one last death glance before he ran up the stairs, passing you in at a frantic speed as he busted the kitchen door open.

Your head turned back to the crowd below you. Marco was staring right at you with a gentle smile on his face. He must have known you were there the entire time. Heat rose to your cheeks like a wildfire when your eyes met his. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. But you never acted on it, knowing it would end up in a rejection like they all have. Marco was gorgeous. Tall and strong, yet so gentle. Plus a doctor of all things. Why would he ever want someone like you? The negative thoughts seeped back into your mind. The smile that adorned Marco’s face turned to one of concern. Before you could turn and run away a flash of blue stopped you in your tracks. Marco’s blue wings of fire were spread in front of you before disappearing from his body.

“Hey gorgeous, wanna go talk somewhere more private?” Marco motioned at the sea of eyes below you. The heat found its way back to your cheeks at the attention you were receiving. You nod shyly. Marco placed a hand on the middle of your back and led you to Moby's back deck. You cringe at his hand placement. It was ghosting over the fat you hated so much. You subconsciously pull away from his warm touch. Marco quirked a brow at you as you walked over to the railing.

“Marco, I really appreciate what you did and what you said. But you don’t have to lie to make me feel better.” Your nails digged into the wooden railing as tears of frustration rolled down your chubby cheeks. “It’s really cruel to give someone like me hope you know.” You bite your lip in hopes you don’t let out a sob.

“Lie? Y/N everything I said was the truth.” Marco’s large hand grabbed your shoulder signaling for you to turn around but you couldn't face him.

“SHUT UP.” You were at your breaking point. “Marco you know just as well as I do. I am not attractive. And I’m definitely not someone who you should waste your time fighting for. I mean just look at me. I’m a monster. I’m big, I take up too much space. And I-” You turn to face him. You expect the look of disgust like you're used to seeing. But the eyes that look down on you show something different. They were filled with adoration and sadness. His hands grab the railing on both sides of your body, caging you between him and rails.

“I am looking at you Y/N. But I don’t see a monster. All I see is the woman who I adore more than anything.” He reached his hand to cup your cheek, wiping away the tears in the process . You wanted to retract from his touch, but you craved the soothing feeling they gave. “ I know you don’t see what I see and I know you’ve been told things in the past that make you think what I’m telling you is a lie, but it is not. And if you’d let me, I’d like to prove to you everyday from here on out how much I truly love you. All of you.”

For a moment you just stared at his face. Looking for signs of malicious intent, but there was none. His brown eyes were soft and twinkled with affection. You never thought a man would look at you like this in your lifetime. This was something you’d only experience in a book, but here you were on the back deck of the Moby sharing an intimate moment with the man you had fallen in love with.

“Can I kiss you?” You notice a tint of pink on his cheeks. You shake your head in approval. Marco brought a hand under your chin to tilt it up, his lips connected with yours in a soft, sweet first kiss. The caterpillars you never let grow in your stomach had turned into butterflies. This man really loved you. You are wanted. You are desired. You both pull away and take in much needed air.

“So I take that as a yes?” Marco’s face was fully flushed and you don’t think it’s from the lack of oxygen.

“Of course it’s a yes.” Marco let out a relieved sigh. Your emotions were running wild, you could feel tears trying to start again.

“Hey now, no more tears, pretty girl. Even if they are happy ones. I don’t think my heart can handle it.” He brought his hand up to his heart dramatically causing you to laugh at his antics.

“Okay fine. No more crying. I’d hate to kill the best and only doctor on the ship.” A new found confidence finds its way to you as you reach up and take his hand from his chest, lacing it with yours. His hand grips yours back giving you all the reassurance you need. “We better hurry back to the party. Hopefully there is some food left for us.” Marco’s eyes widened. You and him both know food goes fast on the Moby.

“Oh crap you're right. Now that you mention it I’m starving.” You hear a grumble form in Marco’s stomach.

“I guess almost killing a guy and confessing to me has worked you up an appetite.” You laugh as you begin to walk with Marco hand in hand.

“It did. But I’d do it all over again. Both kicking that bums ass and confessing to you dear.” He brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles. The gesture makes your heart flutter.

The Moby was still lively even after the fight that took place. If anything it was more so. Marco led you to the table with Pops, Ace and Thatch. Pops let out his signature laugh as you and Marco sat down.

“Son, you sure know how to put on a show.” Marco let out a weary chuckle at pops statement.

“Yeah, sorry for the ruckus pops. I just couldn't let that slide-yoi.” His arm reached around you and pulled your body so you were snug against him. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t stand up for the woman I love.” The men at the table all smiled at Marco’s declaration.

“Look who grew some balls.” Thach stuck his tongue out causing Marco to kick him from underneath the table. “OUCH. Dammit Marco I was just joking. But in all seriousness I’m happy for you both. Dare I say you make a cute couple.” The cook gave a sincere smile.

“I think so too. Tho Y/N may be a little too good for you.” Again Marco kicked, this time it was Ace who fell victim. “Can’t pull that move on me bird brain.”

“Ace I swear I’ll throw you overboard. See how cocky you are then.” Marco stood up from the table and Ace followed . You reached for his purple jacket and pulled him back down to the table laughing your head off.

“Less arguing, more eating and drinking.” Marco smiled down and gave your forehead a soft peck.

“Okay, but only because you're cute.” He sent you a wink that made your stomach do a backflip. “Ace I’ll put your ass whooping on hold for now. With that being said, let’s dig in.” Marco pulled a huge plate of meat towards you and let you pick your piece out first like a true gentleman.

The rest of the night you spent in pure bliss. Not once did you think about your body or how much you disliked how you looked. You ate without any guilt. Your thigh was connected with Marco’s, but he welcomed it. Loving the feeling of your body so close to his. He was proud to call you his, as were you.

Portgas D. Ace

“Pull yourself together Y/N” You bring your hands up to your cheeks. “I did say I’d wash the dishes for Thatch.” You look at the massive pile and you regret it instantly, but it got you away from the table.

You walk over to the sink and turn the hot water on. You pour a hearty amount of dish soap into the flowing water and watch as the bubbles fill the sink. The smell of the lemon dish soap filled your nostrils. It was calming. The handle squeaked as you turned the faucet off. Rolling your sleeves up you got to work immediately. One after another you washed the dishes. Scrub, rinse, repeat, scrub, rinse repeat. You felt like you’ve spent an eternity washing the dishes, but you weren't even halfway through the pile. You let out a sigh as you rest your arms on the sink. Looking down in the water you met with your reflection. You’ve never been one to look in mirrors or anything reflective due to hating what looked back at you. But for whatever reason you were locked on water.

You understand why the man said what he said. How could anyone see beauty in this face in the water? You hated her. You hated you. Tears from your eyes and into the soap water below.

“Dammit.” Your hand clashed your reflection in the water out of frustration.

“Yeah Y/N, show those dishes whose boss!” You yelped in surprise at the voice. You whipped your head around to see the one and only Ace standing with a huge smile on his face.

“Ace, what are you doing here?” Your eyes met him for a moment before you looked away. You hoped he didn’t notice your tears.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You should have known better. Nothing gets past fire fist Ace. He walked closer to you. “You didn’t get hurt did ya?” His eyes studied your body to see if there was any injury.

“No, I’m fine.” You turn back around and go back to doing dishes. Ace walked up beside you, grabbing the dish you had washed out of your hand.

“Here, you wash and I’ll dry.” His wide smile sent a wave of comfort over you.

“Thank you.” The two of you worked in silence. You would occasionally glance over at him, watching his muscles flex as he dried the dishes.

“Like what ya see hmm?” Busted. Yours eyes shot away from the smirking man.

“I umm,” Your words stutter as you lose the grip on the dish you were washing. It sank back into the soapy water.

“I’m just teasing ya Y/N. Look all you want.” Ace bumped his hip into yours playfully. You swayed slightly before side eyeing him. Ace has always been a flirt. The attention he would give you made you feel good, but you know it was all just for fun. Ace could have any woman he wanted. You’ve seen the women that throw themselves at him. You could not compete. A man like Ace deserves a gorgeous woman by his side. Not a fat nobody like you.

“Hey Y/N what's on your mind. You sure look lost in thought over there.” Ace’s velvet voice pulled you from your bleak thinking.

“Nothing.” You hand the next dish over to him.

“Stop lying. You know you can tell me anything.” His hands reach over yours, grabbing some bubbles. You watched as he brought them up to his face. He slapped the bubble on and made what appeared to be a beard. “This is the beard of a trustworthy, sophisticated man.” He made his voice sound deeper than what it was. You couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from you. Ace smiled happily. “It’s good to see a smile on that pretty face.”

“Haven’t you teased me enough tonight?” You roll your eyes and hand him the last dish.

“Who said I was teas-” Ace cut himself off and started coughing. “Damn I got soap in my mouth, gross.” Ace flung his hat so it hung on his back. He held his tongue out and turned the water on. He stuck his head under the faucet, letting the water drown out the soap taste. You let out a snort at the sight. He turned the water off and brought his head up. Water droplets fell from his dark locks and rolled down his tone chest. “You think that’s funny huh? Well how about this?” Ace shook his head like a dog, making the water shake out and land on you.

“Ace you jerk!” You step back and grab some bubbles from the sink to throw at him.

“Ohh so that’s how you're gonna play. Well then, in that case.” Ace grabbed a huge pile of bubbles and threw them at you. “Take this, BUBBLE FIST.” Ace threw the bubble only for them to float gracefully to the floor.

“That was so lame.” You stuck your tongue out at the pouting man.

“Yeah, I’ll admit it was very lame.” He scratched the back of his head as a blush found its way to his freckled cheeks. “Well that’s enough fun for now. Now will you please tell me what made you cry?” You know he wasn’t going to stop until you fessed up.

“Fine.” You tell him everything that happened. After reliving the incident you started crying again. “But you know what Ace, he wasn’t lying.” Ace watched as you broke down in front of him. His eyes grew darker and darker by the second.

“You stay here. I’m going to take care of this.” Ace bent over and placed a kiss on your forehead before turning around. You watched in shock as the jolly roger on his back flexed with every angry step he took.

“Wait, what?” You snap back into reality and realize what he is about to do. “Wait Ace.” You followed behind him but it was too late. He jumped up on the railing and looked down on the party below.

“Which one of you assholes made my Y/N cry?” Ace yelled out grabbing everyone's attention. Everyone went silent before the man stood up.

“Y/N, you talking about that fatass that sat beside me earlier.” The man stood up, he was obviously drunk considering he was slurring his words. “I meant what I said. What are you gonna do about it punk?” Ace turned around and looked at you.

“Don’t listen to him Y/N. You're gorgeous. Now sit back and enjoy the show.” Ace stretched out his arms and legs. “Hold on to this for me please.” He places his hat on top of your head before jumping off the rails. You watch as his lower half turns into fire. He floats through the air and drops down on the table where the man was, breaking it clean in half.

“What the hell.” The man fell from his seat and onto Moby's wooden deck. Ace towered over him with a look that would make any man tremble in fear.

“You brought this on yourself. This will be a lesson you will never forget.” Ace grabbed the man. “Don’t” Punch “Ever.” Punch. “Talk.” Punch. “About my girl.” Ace landed one last blow on the man.

“Fuck you and that ugly bitch.” One of the man's teeth fell out with a little blood.

“Guess you didn’t learn huh?” Ace grabbed the man's throat. Flames erupt from Ace’s hands. He slung the man back and finished him off with his signature “Fire fist” Sending the man flying over board. You watched the scene unfold slack jawed. The guy deserved it and your glad Ace took care of him, but it was too much.

Your knees drop to the floor, causing Ace’s hat to fall beside you. Your vision was turning red and you felt light headed. Why did he kiss me? Why did he refer to me as his girl? Was he just playing with my feelings? Why would he fight over someone as undeserving as me? Your mind raced before you face planted into the floor, losing consciousness.

~~~~A few hours later~~~~

“You dumbass. Why in the hell did you think that was a good idea?” Your eyes open to see Marco scolding Ace who had a very prominent knot on his head.

“You're right I’m sorry. It’s just I couldn't just stand back and let that guy get away for making Y/N cry. Seeing tears falling down her pretty face really struck a nerve in me and I acted on it. I don't regret doing it though.” Neither of the men notice you awake.

“Make sure you take her into consideration next time before diving head first into a fight. You have a lot to learn.” Marco shook his head and looked over at you. A small smile made his way on your face before he motioned Ace in your direction. He turned his body around and ran to your side.

“You're awake!” Ace kneeled beside your bed and took your hand in his.

“How do you feel Y/N?” Marco asked as he brought you a glass of water, you gladly accepted it and gulped it down.

“I feel tired. Other than that I’m fine.” You lift your body off the bed as Ace grabs the empty glass from your hands.

“Good. I diagnose you with being overwhelmed by this idiot.” Marco wacked Ace in the back of the head. “ Sadly for you Y/N there is no cure. My condolences.”

“Oh no, how will I live?” You say dramatically falling back on the bed. You close your eyes and stick your tongue like a dead animal causing both men to laugh.

“I’m sure you will manage. But in all seriousness you’ll be okay. Stay in bed for the next few days and get some rest.” Marco walked towards your bedroom door and turned the handle. “I’ll leave you two alone. If you need me let me know. I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about.” Marco winked and walked out of the room.

“I’m really sorry Y/N. I hope you can forgive me.” Ace’s eyes looked down. He was riddled with guilt and it hurt you to watch.

“It’s okay, I’ll forgive you if you answer a question for me?” Ace nodded, signaling for you to continue. “Well I guess it’s more like two. First, Why did you kiss me? Second, why did you refer to me as your girl?”

“Well, to answer both. I like you. No, if I’m being more honest. I love you Y/N.” Ace smiled as he looked at you. You became aware of his gaze and grabbed a pillow, shielding your stomach from him. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” He reached out and pulled the pillow away from you.

“Ace, I'm not worth your love. You deserve someone pretty.” You lower your head, causing Ace to click his tongue.

“The first part is a lie, but I can fully back that second statement. I know you don’t see yourself as the ideal girl. But in my eyes you are everything I’ve ever wanted and then some. You're sweet, you have the cutest laugh, you're fun to be around and don’t get me started on your hips and as-” You throw a pillow before you could let him finish. “Sorry, I deserved that. But what I’m trying to get at is you are beautiful. I wish you didn’t think so poorly of yourself. I will do whatever it takes to show you just how stunning you are.” Ace cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing up and down lovingly.

“Ace, what do you mean by that?” Your cheeks heat up under his soft touch.

“Well pretty, what I’m saying is. Do you want to do this fool the honor of calling you his girlfriend?” Was this real? Did Ace really just ask you out?

“Am I dreaming?” You reach your hand out and trace your finger over his freckles.

“Nope, it’s real life. Here let me prove it to you.” Ace leaned over and planted his soft lips on yours. Your hands found their way to his soft hair, gently intertwining your fingers within the dark strands. Ace pulled away and planted little kisses all over your face. The heat in your face from his actions did not go unnoticed, “You look so cute when you're shy.” The smug man winked, causing you to hide your face in a pillow.

“Portgas D. Ace.” You muffled from the pillow. “You are going to be the death of me.”

“No, you're not dying anytime soon. We are going to grow old and wrinkly together whether you like it or not.” Ace stood up from the chair and stretched his body. “Now that sounds good doesn't it?”

“Yeah, yeah it does.” You pull your face from the pillow to peer up at him.

“Good. Now, I think I’ve terrorized you enough for one day.” Ace leaned down and kissed your forehead just like earlier. “I’ll let you get some rest sweet girl.” Ace turned to leave but you reached out and grabbed his hand before he got too far.

“Ace, wait.” He turned and curled a brow at you. “WIll you stay with me, please?” Ace’s expression softened.

“Of course I will. Is it okay If I lay next to you?” You nod and scooch over in the bed, giving Ace some room to lay down. He took his hat off and threw it on your nightstand. You could feel the heat radiate off him as he laid down in the bed. It took everything in you not to reach out for him. You were unaware how hard you were staring at him until he spoke up. “You know you could stare at me all night or.” Ace lifted his arm out to you. “Or you could come closer so I can hold you.”

“But what If I’m too heavy and I-” You hesitated but Ace wrapped a strong arm around your midsection and nestled you into his toned chest.

“You will never be too heavy for me sweet girl.” His lips meet your forehead yet again. “Now get some rest, I’ll be right here when you wake up. Goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams.” You let your tense body relax in his hold. Between the warmth of his body and the feeling of protection being in his strong hold gave you, you fell asleep looking forward to all the nights like this to come.

~~Bonus~~

“Vista move, I can’t see.” Izou whispered while pushing the large man away from the door.

“Young love, such a heartwarming sight.” Vista swooned at the sight of you in Ace’s embrace.

“Cut it out you two you're going to wake them up.” Marco came up from behind and dragged them away from the door.

“Fine.” Izou rolled his eyes and walked away, Vista followed. Marco made sure they left before spying on yours and Ace’s sleeping forms. He hates to admit it, but you are both very adorable.

“They grow up so fast.” He shut the door back before walking to his office. “Damn, I sound like a old man.”

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GOD DAMNNNNMN

No One Else

Straw Hats X Plus-Size Strategist Female Reader

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Genre: Angst to Fluff

Summary: Life with the Straw Hats have changed your life for the better. There was never a dull moment on board. Recently, the crew had returned after an intense battle with a bandit tribe who apparently stole something precious to everyone. However, when returning to the ship after patrolling, you overheard the crew members talking about you and, unfortunately, it wasn't all that nice to hear. Despite it all, your love and loyalty to the Straw Hats remained, even if it meant giving up your dignity or maybe even, your life.

NOTE: The following contains mentions of pedophilia, rape, violence/gore, and vulgar language. Please keep in mind this is all for entertainment purposes and the circumstances of the following are purely fiction. The author refuses liability of any offense, so please feel free to exit if you're sensitive towards any of the said topics.

⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️: Pedophilia, gore, and mentions of rape ahead. Please read at your own discretion.

"Get back here, you bastards!"

"Check the dock!"

"Give that back, you thieves!"

Another night of new encountered enemies, another night of pure chaos.

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Monkey D. Luffy, one of most wanted and dangerous criminals known in the entire world with his just as dangerous crew, the Straw Hats. However, the vulgar and despicable image plastered on their faces contrasted from their true nature, yet no one in the world had yearned to know about it. These supppsedly ruthless, cruel pirates of such high bounties were, in actuality, immature, kindhearted folks with supernatural abilities and skills on board a ship.

Despite their incredible strengths and skills, they're more humane towards others than the World Government is with their citizens. Being the first member of the Straw Hats, yet considerably one of the strongest, had made quite the change in your life. Opposed to others, your fighting style consisted of mainly martial arts with a bit of weaponry expertise on the side, including swordsmanship. However, it's definitely not up to par with Brook, let alone Zoro. But, you had no such ambition.

Though with no Devil Fruit abilities, using your knowledge of human anatomy and sharp, almost-superhuman senses, you'd specialize in temporary paralysis, instant murder, broken limbs, basically anything that'd physically weaken your opponent. Due to your plump figure, the concept of being a master of martial arts would be the last thought in people's minds as they have a habit of underestimating the strength and flexibility of your body. As a result, you managed to make your mark during the infamous Pirate Era and your skills had brought your bounty almost as high as Robin's.

Your role on board was the Strategist, the one who'd conjure up thorough and accurate plans that'd often turn the battle into your favor. Although tonight, you were thrown off-guard considering it led to the thievery of the crew's belongings.

Having recently finished a dreadful and exhausting voyage with the Navy Headquarters on your tail, the crew ended up arriving on what seemed to be a remote island. Anchoring the ship by the shore, Luffy and the others had gone out to forage out for personal needs and it became your shift in patrolling during the night, however, the fatigue of the previous adventure began to catch up to you. You hadn't realized you fell asleep only to be waken up by the ruckus of the ship, from what it seemed to be bandits. Alongside the strange figures sat a large bag of items and from the view, you could see Nami's treasure and most dreadfully, the Jolly Roger.

Instantly engaging a fight, the thieves were quick to retreat taking the belongings with them. With no hesitation, you went after them.

Your ambition was to stay with the others until you passed, yet you don't know what this fateful night may have on store.

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Using the obvious scent and tracks the bandits left behind, it was quite the breeze to be able to track the bandits and their hideout.

Deep in the forest, what seemed to be a surface of dirt and rubble covered a passageway underground. The oblivious figures scanned their area to reassure their confidentiality before doing what seemed to be a secret knocking pattern on this rather large tile of wood underneath the surface. Once finished, the tile opened, revealing a mysterious staircase as the questionable men brought the bag of stolen belongings inside the passage. The moment the door was beginning to close, you swiftly managed to sneak yourself inside the hideout, remaining in the shadows of the dark location.

"Where's the match?" A deep, rough voice spoke.

"Got it," another answered.

Within a few moments, the rugged men managed to light up their lantern before paving down the path of what resembled to be an underground tunnel. Quietly yet quickly, you followed the group of thieves deeper into this unknown abyss.

You'd be dishonest if you claimed to be unafraid of the potential dangers at hand. The nerves in every inch of your anatomy trembled in cold sweat, quickening your breathing pattern and heart rate. Every passing second was agonizing with every step you took. The anticipation of what laid ahead almost had you surrender to unconsciousness as the anxiety became barely tolerable.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the group of thieves turned right of the tunnel, leading into a large, secluded area of more thieves. From the looks of it, it seemed that there was a banquet going on.

Tables were littered with pints filled with who knows what, plates either empty, shattered, or half-eaten, excessive laughter and cheers filled the room as the clashing of glass and music played a complementing tune. Savage dancing on the tables, unconscious bodies laying uncomfortably on the floor and stools from the constant alcohol consumption, off-key hymns being sung from the drunken tribe, their ruckus being neverending, it seemed all too similar to the chaos on the Sunny, yet it lacked the sense of innocent joy or pleasure.

You could sense the malice seeping from this unknown tribe. You remained hidden in the shadows of the tunnel, secretly analyzing how the situation would play out. Once the group of thieves made their presence known, the cheers escalated in volume as they welcomed their comrades into the festivities.

"Boss, they're back!" A voice called out.

'Boss?' You internally question.

Curious, you shifted slightly to a better view to catch a glimpse of who could be the possible boss of this group. With your figure still hidden, you saw this huge figure sitting in a much sophisticated seat compared to the poorly crafted stools for the rest of the men. Seeing the male had your heart jump to your throat as pure horror painted your expression.

There sat the Captain of Kayakalas, the well-known thieving tribe of the Grand Line, also known as Red-Hand.

He's known for his swift robberies where not even a trace of evidence is left to track him down. However, if he's ever caught, he immediately kills the witness or witnesses in cold blood, leaving a red handprint using the victim's blood on a nearby wall, tree or even their clothing.

However, he had a sadistic kick for women and children. Let's just say he'd have a little bit of "fun" before finishing the job. Involving, screams of agony, broken or torn limbs, tears and cries to end this torture as they're being penetrated in the most vile way. In fact, many of the escaped victims who've experienced it or witnessed their loved ones go through it testified that when he's too lazy or tired, he lets his underlings have their way with them.

Considering he has a whole tribe in his palm, you could say their treatment with those poor innocent bystanders would be considered way worse compared to Red-Hand.

Therefore, other than the entirety of the Kayakala tribe, the World Government identitified him as the most disgusting criminal the world had ever known.

"Ah! Did you take the treasure?" A much more threatening voice rang through the now silent room.

"Sure did, boss. But, we took some extras, if that was alright," an underling responded.

"Oh really, now? Like what?"

The underling with the large bag brought it before the male before emptying the goods. There laid a large pile of Nami's gold and the Jolly Roger.

Your heart clenched in anger and guilt seeing that you had let the crew's prized possession be stolen because of your carelessness.

The captain shrieked in joy, seeing the treasure, but most importantly, the Jolly Roger of the Straw Hats. He cackled seeing the piece of cloth.

"You managed to steal the Jolly Roger of the Straw Hats! Well done!" Red Hand complimented.

The thieves lifted their chests in pride as you quietly scoffed in agitation.

"In honor of these fine men, we shall commend a banquet and plunder the Straw Hats' ship to end the night," he commanded.

In unison, the tribe yelled in agreement as the lively atmosphere became more lively, if that was even possible. The volume of the music and cheering increased as you internally decided to silently retreat back to Sunny, reassuring yourself no one was able to detect your presence.

With your adrenaline running in regret and worry, the only thought running through your head was warning the others and regrouping to figure out how to deal with these ruthless criminals.

Finally reaching the shore, you could see light filled a room on the Sunny and the obnoxious laughter of your captain and crewmembers filled your ears, calming the tension in all of your muscles. Boarding the ship, though out of breath, you continued to run to the dining room where the light illuminated and the sounds of enjoyment radiated out of.

Huffing and puffing, you noticed the door was slightly open.

"Guys, Red Hand and hi--"

"Yeah, I don't know what the whole point of the plan was. We barely made it out of there," Sanji stated.

"Y/N was just trying to provide our options," Nami responded, irritated.

Still hidden outside, you became curious as to what they were discussing about, especially why your name was involved in the conversation.

Remaining by the somewhat closed door, you began to eavesdrop on the conversation your beloved crewmembers were having.

"But, that took away very valuable time as a usual," Zoro added.

"As much as my pride burns saying this, Moss Head's right, Nami-san. I know Y/N-san means well, but she needs to pick up the pace," Sanji inputted.

"Not like it's her fault you guys have superhuman strength," the ginger snapped.

Your heart slowly but surely broke with every word spoken.

"I don't know," the raven-haired female said. "Half of our missions were a success due to Y/N's thorough intellect."

"Wish her brain was as fast as her stamina though," the cyborg included, recalling the times your body tended to move faster than your head when fighting occurs.

"If she had any stamina," Zoro insulted.

A loud bonk echoed throughout the room as Nami's fist made contact with the swordsman's head.

"Her stamina is just fine! At least Y/N doesn't get lost every 5 seconds!" She scolds.

"How could you miss her? Everytime she runs, it feels as if there's an earthquake nearby," Sanji stated, earning a bonk from the female as well.

"Why, you little--"

Without realization, tears began to fall frequently as your fingers trembled horribly in shock.

Silent sobs began to push out of your lips as your chest tightened in pain. Hearing such words by your beloved members--no, your family-- hurt more than you thought it would.

Granted, you wasted time multiple times and stuffed up on various missions, but you didn't know it'd negatively affect the members to this extent. Second thoughts began to flood your mind as you genuinely questioned your relevance in this crew.

Slapping your palm on your mouth to remain unknown to the others, you couldn't help, but continue to eavesdrop.

"Nami's right. Everyone develops at their own pace. Plus, it doesn't help that she's always the one a little too busy dealing with the amount of stupidity on this ship," the long nose defended.

"You're one to talk, you know?" Franky dissed.

"Shut up! At least I'm not half-naked all the time, you perv!"

The shipwright chuckled smugly, finding pride in the supposed insult.

"Luffy, what do you think?" Usopp asks, turning to the captain who's literally in the middle of stuffing his face.

"Mmhhff ffmmk nnammm mmffmm."

The crew stares at their captain in disbelief until one answers.

"He said she's cool and a fun cuddle bug. He's always warm at night because of her," Chopper translated.

"Yeah, Y/N's cuddles are to die for," Nami softly compliments, sighing in content remembering the cuddle sessions you'd have together.

The reindeer and Robin nodded in agreement as they recalled their past cuddle sessions with you as well.

"Hmm, do you think Lady Y/N would allow me to see her panties if I cuddled her as well?" The skeleton proposed.

Bonk.

"What the hell is up with you, you perverted skeleton?" Nami scolded.

"I'm this close to committing arson on this ship!" The ginger head raged, while being held back by Usopp.

"Please don't burn Sunny," the long nose rationalized.

With a grumble, Nami sat down with a slight pout.

"What's your guys' problem with Y/N, anyways? Do you guys hate her or something?" Usopp questioned.

"I understand she may not be your type, Sanji, but I honestly don't know why you're so harsh on her. I mean, she tries so hard for all of us."

"This has nothing with her not being my type."

Sanji remained almost quiet with a scoff heard from his lips as he lights a cigarette, refusing to involve himself in the conversation anymore.

"And Zoro-kun," Brook says. "What about you, as well? Has there been an incident where Lady Y/N must have offended you?"

"I'm just saying, she could do better. We could've done better in choosing our members. If anything, she should learn about getting stronger," Zoro defended.

"What do you mean? I think she is getting stronger. She just needs time," the doctor defended.

The ginger rolled her eyes.

"Don't mind them, Chopper. Just eat," she implied.

Already occupied with the food in front of him, the captain was unable to really understand the entire discussion whereas everyone else grumbled with every bite they took. On the other hand, you remained in a puddle of emotions right outside the door. Muffled cries escaped your lips as your palm began to damp up from the constant tears falling. The only thought going through your head was getting out of here.

Finally with a decent amount of strength, you stealthily ran towards the shore once more, refusing to be aboard the ship that you once called home. Adrenaline had kicked in, motoring your feet elsewhere into the dark group of trees. You ran and ran, unaware of where you were really going, not that you cared anyway.

Heartbroken from their "secret" conversation, the tears began to pour as you recalled their words.

Once in the darkest pit of the forest, you allowed your emotions to flow in tears, sobs, hiccups, cries, you name it. Chest heaving from hiccups due to lack of oxygen, hands trembling while wiping every pouring tear, body aching from poor sleep; your condition became concerning. Second turned to minutes, minutes into hours, as you became an emotionless void of flesh curled up in the middle of the forest. There was nothing left to release from your exhausted body.

'What do I do? I can't go back. Not like they noticed I was gone anyway,' you contemplated.

Various thoughts and solutions ran through your head as you theorized what to do in your current situation. Despite it all, they'll forever be considered as your family, as your crew. Nothing on this earth would ever change that, even insulting conversations as such. You couldn't bring yourself to blame them for their words, let alone hate them.

Slowly, you began to recall all the memories on the ship, twisting your heart in the most sadistic manner. You remembered when sharing their own personal ambitions, you promised to help them achieve it, no matter what. Even if it meant sacrificing your well-being.

An admirable trait about you is how you always fulfill your promises, no matter the circumstances to achieve them. Reminding yourself of such had you finally come to a conclusion.

You would fetch the Jolly Roger yourself before formally removing yourself from the crew.

Seeing the burden you placed on your crewmembers left with no choice, but to actually remove yourself. You want them to move on and achieve their dreams and goals in life, even if it meant you weren't present to witness it. However, there's no way in hell you'd allow them to carry on with their lives without their symbol of pride.

The dangers awaiting you when seizing such a risk had completely been forgotten, if not, ignored. Basically running on pure emotion and adrenaline, you were instantly on your feet before gunning it through the unknown abyss in search of the hideout of the criminals responsible for the Jolly Roger's thievery. It took some time, considering it's nearly midnight, based on the moon's position, creating quite the obstacle during your search.

Eventually, the wooden tile was found.

Similarly to thieves from earlier, you thoroughly scanned the area to reassure the confidentiality of your presence by the entrance. Committing an attempt of the secret knock, thankfully, the entrance opened, but suspiciously, there were no guards by the entrance. Though skeptical, you shrugged the feeling quickly before resuming your sprinting through the tunnel to the room where the familiar cheers and singing echoed.

Halting to a stop shortly before the room, you peeped your head a bit before seeing a similar setting from earlier. The difference is the increased amount of drunken, unconscious men littering the premises. Other than such, the remaining men continued their festivities of celebration. Scanning through the room, your eyes landed on the targeted male that supposedly led this tribe of burglars, Red-Hand of the Kayakala's.

His right hand held a pint of a very unfamiliar and almost suspicious beverage. Built similarly to Blackbeard, his round yet grand figure sat comfortably on his throne-like seat as his large black afro was pulled into a high bun. A dirty, velvety cloak sat upon his shoulders, matching the style of his stained, white dress shirt and ripped, striped pants. Unlike numerous other pirates and criminals, he remained barefoot, mainly due to the gigantic size and being unable to find a proper fit of shoes.

Without noticing, your blood began to boil seeing the Jolly Roger hung as if it were a simple trophy behind Red-Hand's seat as he was laughing along his underlings without a care in the world. You hadn't been so pissed about the Jolly Roger since that one time it was stolen by that snobby family living in the icebergs. This time, it was taken by an internationally wanted criminal that spares no one.

Retrieving the Jolly Roger proved to be quite the task as you began to conjure up a plan. Then, a sudden shove of your back coerced your figure into the room, revealing you to all the men in the room. The foreign woman before their eyes caught almost of the men's attention.

Their gazes varied from perversion to malice to utter confusion. Red-Hand's obnoxious laughter was quick to end, turning to see you. You turned behind you to see one of the underlings, him being the one who pushed you into the banquet.

"We had a little rat snooping around, Boss," he stated with a smirk present on his face.

No hesitation did they aggressively hold you, one man per arm, before dragging you in front of the very man responsible for this entire predicament. Pushing you on your knees before him while harshly gripping your chubby arms, Red-Hand chuckles deeply and viciously, amused by your helpless situation.

"Why, what do we have here?"

Analyzing your figure, a maniacal laugh left the male's mouth.

"Why, it's Masteress Y/N. The most gracious yet firm martial artist of the Straw Hats. 'Gracious' may be debatable, but I can definitely see why they call you 'firm'," Red-Hand disgustingly mentioned.

Red-Hand's eyes traveled all over body while biting and licking his lip, leaving an uncomfortable impression. With his eyes wandering, your skin crawled in disgust, feeling the perversion radiating off the captain and his tribe. Your expression twisted in discomfort and annoyance.

"Shut it, you perverted bastard."

"Perverted? Why such the horrid name?" He smugly asks.

"Don't even get me started. You violated all of those women and children in ways I didn't want to imagine, but then again, you were never human in the first place."

"Never human, eh? Well, I suppose you're right."

Leaning down to the side of your head, you could feel the slight breath leaving his mouth unto your ears, sending shivers down your spine.

"I'm a God," he whispers before pulling away, cackling at your intimidating expression.

"You are quite the hoot, Straw Hat. May I ask you what honor I have been privileged to see you before me?"

"I only came for my crew's pride. Our symbol."

"Oh, this little thing right here?" He mocks, pointing at the piece of cloth.

Spitting on the space in front of him, the rest of his tribe growled in agitation, pissed at the audacity you had to disrespect their "beloved" leader.

"Give it back, you bastard." You hissed.

"You little b*tch," said one of the underlings holding your arms.

He ended up kicking your gut in retaliation from your rude remark with the rest of the men cheering and laughing at the action. Red-Hand lifted his hand to silence them all to which they immediately obliged.

"Now, now, let's not be hasty. Today's supposed to be a day of celebration, remember? Now, we have a special guest from the Straw Hats."

He leans forward to you, literally inches away from your face, giving you no choice but to intake the reeking scent of what you assumed to be alcohol.

"Fortunately for you, my lady, I'm in a very, very generous mood," he softly spoke with ill intent seeping with every word.

Despite your unfazed expression, the fear became a potent effect on your body as your breathing and heart rate increased at an incredibly concerning pace. Leaning back on his seat, he stroked his slight beard as he fell into deep thought.

"I'll make a deal with you, you precious little thing. Since I know how much you love your little crew, I want to test the waters and see how long your loyalty remains," he proposed.

You grumbled followed by a slight scoff as you rolled your eyes in attempt to shield the agonizing fear practically overwhelming your body.

"Try your worst, *sshole."

He hissed in "pain", holding his chest dramatically.

"Ouch, that's not very nice, is it? I was trying to be nice, but I guess not everyone accepts kindness when given."

Red-Hand snapped his fingers to one of his underlings. There, they approached the leader.

"Gunther, light up the sh*tty flag," he commands.

Responding with a nod, Gunther grabbed one of the candlesticks from their lanterns before making his way to the Jolly Roger.

In a panic, you attempted to pounce on Gunther, only to be forcibly held back by the two men holding your arms. You began to struggle and squirm in their grip as the desperation of preventing harm being inflicted on the flag increased with every step the underling made toward the cloth.

"W-Wait, no! Please, don't! I'll do it! I'll take the deal! Just please don't do this!" You cried out, entertaining the tribe around you.

Teasingly, Gunther would bring the small flame near the cloth, earning sobbing yelps and exclaims, begging Red-Hand to stop. The frustration and anger within you poured out of your eyes as tears streamed down your chubby cheeks. The veins in your forehead and neck bulged and pulsed violently from the constant screaming and begging.

You aggressively struggled against the strong grips on your arms as you attempted to stand, but to no avail. In fact, the two men stood painfully on your calves to still your movements. All the men surrounding you roared into fits of laughter, finding your current state amusing.

"Aww, look at her plea so pitifully. So cute."

"I didn't know the Straw Hats had such a useless crewmember. Good thing she's plump in the right places."

"I would definitely hit that just to see her writhe and cry in pain."

The vulgar side comments continued to spew from their disgusting, yellow mouths as your pleas and cries continued in such high volume, in hopes Red-Hand would be merciful just for once, though the possibility is less than 5%.

"Please! I'll do what you want! Just leave it alone!" You pathetically begged with puffy eyes.

Thankfully, the captain stopped Gunther, raising his hand once more to silence his group, to which they obeyed.

He chugs down the rest of beverage before wiping his lips with the back of his palm. Making eye contact with you, he releases his share of chuckles in the silent room before returning to your gaze.

"Good girl. You're a little feisty, but I like a little spice in my women. Now, if you're able to hold your end of the deal, I'll grant you a wish of your choice. However, it can't include killing me, my tribe, or anything of the sort," he negotiates.

In between sniffles and hiccups, you nodded obediently.

"I understand. J-Just tell me what you want," you surrendered.

"You have two options. You can either help me turn in your crew to the Navy and I guarantee your safety or allow my men to have their way with you until they're satisfied for tonight. And I mean, all of my men. You manage to do either, I'll grant you a wish."

He lifts your chin with your faces, centimeters apart.

"What will it be? Betrayal or sacrifice?" He softly spoke.

The captain smiled with poisonous intent while his underlings had similar expressions, but you had already knew your decision.

"Not like you could defeat the future Pirate King and his crew," you spat with no hesitation.

"Oh, how shocking," the malicious captain smugly stated.

"I'll do whatever the hell you bastards want for tonight, but here's my wish," you interrupted.

"And what is that?"

You look at the treasure sitting beside the group of thieves that plundered your ship and the Jolly Roger hanging behind the captain before directing your attention to the male in front of you with such determination.

"Give me back all of our treasure and the Jolly Roger once we're finished here. And if you go back on your word, I'll finish you off here myself," you hissed.

Another smirk appeared on the captain's face before nodding at the two underlings beside you, mentally messaging them to release you.

"Very well, Miss Y/N. Boys, have at it," he commanded.

Without a second to spare, the tribe tackled you the floor so aggressively, one of your shoulders became dislocated, earning a shriek of pain. They began to tear off your clothes while doing just the same whereas other mainly began to beat you, attacking you with whatever they pleased. Whether it be their own limbs or a piece of wood randomly found on the ground, these men went ballistic while their leader watched in entertainment.

Letting a few stay tears fall, you began to pray for your survival at the end of this hell.

Time Skip

At the Thousand Sunny

The crew began to tidy up the ship before preparing for their slumber. Tonight had such a beautiful view of the stars, so everyone decided to sleep outside.

The crew set out their mats, blankets and pillows before releasing any last ounces of energy. Well, more specifically the captain, the sniper and the doctor.

"Okay, I think we have everything, right?" The navigator thought aloud.

She began to scan the premises before realizing there were only 9 mats set out. Confused, she took a mental role call of the crew until realization hit.

"Oh crap. Forgot about Y/N. Y/N!" She shouted to the top post, used for patrol.

No answer.

"Y/N! Come down and sleep with us!" Nami called out.

No answer.

The ginger tilts her head in concern.

"Hey, it's okay. She's probably already sleeping. I mean, the Marines can be quite the handful. Sanji-kun!" Nami yelled out.

"Is she alright?" Chopper asks. "She didn't even eat dinner," he pouts sadly.

"Yes, Nami-swaan!" The blonde proclaimed with heart eyes.

"Go and get Y/N, please. Bring her down to sleep with us since she skipped dinner."

"Of course, mademoiselle!"

Immediately, the male climbs to the top pier.

"Y/N-san, time to g--"

The male's eyes grew in size seeing the emptiness of the post. There, he saw the Jolly Roger is gone as well. His eyes widened in complete shock before he frantically ran down to the deck.

"Y/N-san isn't there and the Jolly Roger's gone!" He announced.

Everyone froze in confusion, the lively atmosphere turning into suspense.

"W-What?" Nami exclaimed.

"Y/N! Where'd you go?!" Luffy calls out.

The entire crew split in search of you all over the ship, calling out your name constantly. Everyone ran up and down the deck, going through the aquarium to the kitchen, even all their personal rooms. Despite the thorough search, not one trace of you was left.

Chopper morphed into a more realistic reindeer form before inhaling the air around him. The scent finally being processed in his brain had his heart drop to his stomach.

"I have her scent! But...." he turned to the others.

"...she wasn't alone," he clarified, horror potent in his eyes.

"Don't worry, okay? She's a strong fighter. She'll be fine. We'll just go out to see if she needs help, alright? Let's go," the navigator attempted to optimistically state.

Contagiously, the rest of crew halted in complete terror except the Monster Trio who seemed irritated beyond belief.

Nami nervously chuckled.

The nerves were very noticeable from the wavering and shakiness in her voice, yet they disregarded it before leaving the ship in search of you.

"Zoro! Stay with Sanji and me! Luffy! Stay with Nami and Chopper! Franky, Robin, and Brook! You guys go together! Got it?!" Usopp reiterated, earning grunts and nods in understanding.

The designated groups split up, but not too far to stray away from each other. They're all a yell away. There, they began to call out for you.

"Y/N! Where are you?!" Usopp calls out.

"Y/N! Did you find any new meat?!" The captain shouted, gaining a lump from the ginger.

"Idiot!"

"I'm picking up her scent! This way!" Chopper facilitated.

He ran off following your scent with the navigator and the captain following him in pursuit, praying you'd be alright.

Back at Red-Hand's Hideout

Strips and strands of cloth barely covered your heavily wounded and bruised body as you were thrown out of the hideout by a few underlings. Laughing at your condition, they threw the treasure and the Jolly Roger beside your barely conscious body. Fixing the hem of their pants, they soaked in the sight of your battered figure.

"Man, lady. I've f*cked many virgins, but dang, you had to be the best so far. Good luck out there, b*tch. Hopefully, you can find a way to walk," one of them cackled.

"Tell the Straw Hats 'Thanks for the gift'. You were pretty fun, honey girl."

The others were engulfed in laughter as one of the others landed one last kicked on your already swollen face before returning back to their hideout with laughs echoing vividly into your ears. You were left alone, basically nude in the middle of a dark forest, your life hanging by a thread.

Your hair was brutally bald as they would carelessly grip your scalp, yanking large chunks of hair, causing bleeding from your head. The remaining hair had been poorly cut from the daggers in their hands, leaving you with 3 inches of length max.

Your forehead contained multiple lumps, varying in size while your nose bled from the bone being broken by the constant face slamming in the walls and tables. In fact, in their hideout, the walls and tables are decorated in your own blood.

Literally being kicked around during their sessions, your teeth, thankfully only your back teeth, were missing, leaving bloody gums and your cheeks are swollen and bruised.

Moving down, your neck area to shoulders and collarbone consisted of a horrific amount of bite marks, hickeys, fingerprints and even wounds. Red dripped from the animalistic markings as black and blue pulsed from the harsh prints on your flesh.

Your breasts consisted of similar markings of mainly hickeys and bite marks, however, deep cuts pierced the sides of the flesh near the broken ribs from the constant beatings.

Large areas on your sides, even your stomach, varied from purple, yellow, blue and black as your back had lashes from being flogged and derogatory terms carved by a blade. It pulsed in excruciating pain, yet you were too numb and exhausted to scream out.

Both of your legs had been decorated with deep wounds, fingerprints, dark lesions and even burns. Numerous limbs on your body had been burned by the small flames from the candles or the heated blades, varying in size as well. Your left knee had been dislocated while your right leg is broken with a sprained ankle.

Most agonizingly, your private areas burned bitterly as red seeped out in a consistent flow from both areas. The assault the numerous men had on both areas led to both areas being swollen and slightly ripped, making any slight movement tragic and dreadful.

As much as screaming had been a help of relieving the pain, your voice became shot, giving you no other choice than to whisper.

'No, I have to get this back to the others. I need to,' you internally monologue as you pitifully stretch your wounded arm to the treasure and Jolly Roger.

Time passed so slowly as you could feel your body begin to surrender to the darkness engulfing your vision.

Frustration built in the pit of your stomach as you struggled to even move an inch. Sadly, you could only grab a handful of the cloth before your body surrendered to exhaustion, dropping your arm onto the firm forest surface.

Still conscious, you shut your eyes as you slowly fell into a deep abyss. An abyss you weren't sure you would be able to leave.

'I'm sorry, everyone. I couldn't even return the Jolly Roger, much less give you all a proper goodbye. Please forgive me.'

Your body felt heavier with every passing second and your heart beat began to slow in pace. Your body temperature dropped significantly with the cold breeze of the night worsening the situation.

"There! I found her!" A familiar high-pitched voice yelled out.

Though your eyes were closed, the voice perked your ears.

"Y/N!" Nami says. "I'm glad you're o--"

The ginger froze in compete terror as her eyes laid upon the gory scene before her. Her organs churned sickly, her knees buckled causing her to collapse near your body, and she shakily crawls to lay on your bare chest. Tears left her eyes in great amounts while sobbing and shrieking in fury. There, the most agonizing scream left her throat with inhumane volume.

The blood curdling scream gained the attention of the separated members. Hearts dropped hearing Nami's shriek, motoring their legs to find her location.

"No, no, no. Y/N! What happened to you?! Help! Please!" The woman pleas. She connects your foreheads in desperation to feel your warmth, only feel a figure of icy skin. Droplets fell on your swollen, bruised checks as her tears became uncontrollable.

"Please, wake up for me, Y/N. You're not leaving us! You can't, you just can't," she conversed to your unresponsive body while Chopper snuggles into your neck, allowing his own waterfalls of tears to fall.

More footsteps began to become more audible as a medley of gasps followed after.

With your eyes shut, you were unable to see the absolute terror on everyone's face or the tears threatening to leave their eyes when witnessing your condition.

"Y-Y/N?" The captain almost whispered, shaking at the horrid sight.

Your figure laying there compete naked with useless strands of torn fabric laying your body in an attempt to "cover" you. Almost lifeless, a variant amount of bruises, suspicious markings and prints, burns and a few stab wounds decorated your plump body, yet the puddle of pure blood that flowed from your body ignited a trigger inside them all you never knew existed.

Nami and Chopper look at their crew with their swollen eyes, seeing the crew's dilating pupils from the sight before them.

"L-Luffy," Nami almost whispers. "Please, help her."

Immediately, Usopp ran to your side.

"Y/N! H-Hey, wake up! What happened to you?!" The sniper questioned in a hectic manner.

Placing his head on your bare chest, listening to the pumping organ near the area, while gently touching certain parts of your wounded and beaten body, Chopper choked on his tears.

"S-She's alive! B-But, she's badly beaten. W-We need to t-take her to the s-ship," the doctor hiccups in between sobs.

You then felt someone lift you into their lap and your once exposed body felt warmer from a cloak. Usopp's cloak to be precise and, therefore, it helped you regain consciousness. The writhing in your slumber encouraged the entourage surrounding you as you then weakly opened your swollen, black-eyes, seeing Nami holding your head in her lap.

"N-Nami?" You whispered out.

Her tears finally spilling, she chuckles and smiles so sadly.

"Y/N. You're alive. Thank goodness," she chuckled.

"W-What happened?" You asked.

"We should be asking you that. Who did this to you?"

The long nose gently held the navigator's forearm.

"Nami, easy. She's just woke u--" he tried to state.

"Thank goodness. Y-You guys are here," you whispered with a slight smile, although it caused excruciating pain on your cheeks and gums.

Weakly, you pointed to the treasure and Jolly Roger thrown beside you, directing everyone's attention. Robin and Sanji approached the objects, closely analyzing them. The raven-head squatted near the golden valuables, hovering her hand over the objects before looking at everyone else.

"This is Nami's treasure," Robin concluded.

Sanji bent down, picking up the cloth.

"The Jolly Roger?" He questioned aloud.

Everyone redirected their eyes to you, confused as to why the ship's most valuable items were by your beaten body. Losing breath due to the strain of the many wounds inflicted on your body, you mustered as much strength as you could to voice out an explanation.

"R-Red-Hand. H-He's here," you whispered with enough volume for everyone to hear.

The crew froze, puzzled, except for one.

"Red-Hand?" The captain asked.

"Who's that?"

"Red-Hand, Captain of the Kayakala Tribe. One of the most heinous criminals in the world," Robin stated, gaining the eyes of her fellow crewmates.

"He's known for his swift robberies and his victims vary from normal civilians to government officials. He's usually never caught, but if he catches any witnesses to his crimes, he kills them instantly. But, women and children are a different story," the archeologist explained.

"W-What would happen to them?" Usopp asked, gulping down the large lump in his throat.

A snarl appeared on the archeologist's face, hesitant of the next words about to be spoken.

"Rape and torture. It'd occur until he's satisfied. It's said if he isn't in the mood, he'd allow his tribe to have their way with them and it's rumored to be worse compared to if Red-Hand dealt with them. Rarely are there any survivors."

The raven-haired female's usual soft ocean gaze hardened in anger as tears of fury began to poor. Everyone else's expressions shared similarities. The ginger stroke your almost bald hair, caressing your bruised, swollen face.

"What did he do to you?" She sobs.

Gently holding her wrist, you tried your hardest to contain a smile, in attempt to comfort your crew, not realizing it only brought more heartache.

"I was careless, N-Nami. I f-fell asleep during my patrol and c-caught them stealing the Jolly Roger and your t-treasure. I-I couldn't j-just let them go, y-you know?"

A cough erupted from your chest, leaving droplets of red decorating your lips and teeth.

They froze in shame as their eyes widened hearing such words.

"I f-followed them to their hideout and f-found Red-Hand. He s-said he would r-return to the ship and p-plunder it, so I ran back to warn y-you, b-but I--"

Your eyes burned along with your strained voice as you attempted to keep your emotions calm and collected.

"I-I didn't want to i-interrupt your dinner d-discussion," you barely voiced.

"D-Did you...?" Nami asked, implying to the "secret" conversation on the Sunny.

You nodded with a struggling smile.

Their heads shot up. Usopp began to stutter and ramble out pleas and begs in such a loud volume, tears already streaming down his face.

"Every word. B-But, don't worry. I-I had been thinking about resigning from t-the Straw Hats."

"W-What?! Why?! You can't leave us! You promised! Didn't you?! You promised you'd be there when we got to the All Blue! You promised to be there when Luffy becomes the King of the Pir--"

"U-Usopp," you whispered.

His sobs continued, disallowing his words to go any further.

"I promised to help you all a-achieve your dreams, I didn't necessarily n-need to be t-there to see it h-happen," you whispered.

The invincible Straw Hats, feared and admired internationally, have now been demoted to emotional wrecks, unable to contain the emotions conjuring within themselves. Nami sobbed as she continued to caress your head.

"Stop it, Y/N! Don't say such things!" The female exclaimed.

"N-No, Nami. Y-You all were right. B-But, I-I had to steal the Jolly Roger back f-for you all. It was the o-only thing I could do to t-thank you all for the part few years," you chuckle, resulting into more blood spewing from your lips.

"I-I went back to the hideout, b-but I was caught and h-he made a d-deal with me. I-It was to either b-betray y-you or a-allow his entire tribe to-- Ugh, t-to have their way w-with me until they were s-satisfied."

"Y-Y/N," the reindeer ran to your side.

The poor doctor began to sob loudly into your chest as you stroked his back, making it difficult for everyone else witnessing this scene to contain their personal feelings.

"I-It's alright. I-In return, I-I told him to r-return the Jolly Roger. A-And Nami's t-treasure, of course. Nami would've killed m-me if I didn't. Right, Nami?"

Her bawling increased in volume and harshness, shaking her head in denial.

It's twist after twist with every word you attempted to speak out.

No longer able to tolerate this aching situation, the blonde immediately carried you bridal style before running off back to ship.

"Wha-- S-Sanji! W-What are you doing?!" The long nose called out.

Ignoring him, Sanji continued to sprint away from the others.

"S-Sanji," you weakly mumbled.

"Hush! We got to get you back to Sunny for treatment, understood?!" He slightly scolded, disregarding the cracks and shakiness in his voice.

Leaning your head against his chest, your hand resting alongside it, you hummed in tranquility, finding comfort in his touch.

"I never t-thought I'd e-ever be carried in such a w-way, let alone by y-you," you softly shared.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, his eyes burned, urging liquid to pour, yet he managed to resist as his pace began to waver.

"W-What are you talking about? You're lighter than a feather," he denied while going at a rapid pace.

A scoff left your lips.

"Yeah, right. I'm h-heavier than all of you combined. B-But then again, I can't help it. Especially s-since we h-have the b-best cook on b-board to f-feed us."

There, the male halted as he allowed a few droplets to escape his eyes. He dropped unto his knees, however, you remained tightly held in his arms. His head hid in the crook in your neck, his silent cries gaining volume.

"Y/N-san, I-I...I'm so sorry," he hiccups through his tears.

You laid your hand behind his head, soothingly scrubbing his scalp which led to him leaving the crook of your neck, caressing your face.

"S-Sanji, I don't h-hate you for what you did. In fact, I-I've already f-forgiven you. I w-was just r-really hurt, y-you know? A-And I don't want to be a h-hassle in y-your lives."

"Y/N-san, please. Don't say such things. Don't leave us. I'll do anything. I'll serve your favorites for an entire year. I'll be your personal servant for life. I'll do your bidding. Just p-please," he stuttered.

He conjoined your foreheads with his gentle palm still on your purple cheek.

"Don't leave us."

Suddenly, he joined his lips with yours, intoxicating your metallic mouth of blood with a hint of tobacco and mint. As gentle and slow as he was, the desperation and yearning in the action had become potent from the passionate movement of his lips to the soft touches of his hands clutching onto Usopp's cloak covering your body. Almost in a trance, he kept up the intense contact for a few moments before finally departing, staring back into your swollen eyes.

"Don't leave me," the blonde whispered.

Barely any strength remained in your body, yet you strained your arms to cup his damp cheeks to reconnect your lips once more. Your ambitious move created more fat tears to wet his fair skin as you felt relief and relaxation for the first time the entire night.

"I-I've always w-wanted to do that," your fatigued voice spoke out.

"Y-You can always do it, i-if you stay with us, yeah? I'll smother you w-with all the kisses I c-can muster, if it keeps you w-with me. Please, Y/N. I'm begging you. D-Don't do this. I take it all back. S-Stay. If not for me, at least for the crew," he begged.

You smile before leaning into his chest.

"Sanji, i-it was always for you," you whisper.

His breath hitched at your words until your body became limp in his arms, causing his heart to jump out of his chest. Looking down back to your beaten face, his heart broke seeing the calm content radiating from your lax and smiling expression as he realized your breathing slowed in pace with your eyes closed.

"H-Hey! Y/N! Hey! Wake up! This isn't funny!" He sadly chuckles.

"Sanji!" The same adorable voice called out.

"Don't you dare go limp on me! Come on, wake up! Open your beautiful eyes for me. For me, lovely," he barely voiced as his volume decreased with every word due to constant tears falling from his mesmerizing eyes.

The male stayed in his current position as he cried out to the reindeer who was followed by the rest of the crew.

"Chopper, help her! S-She's not breathing!" Sanji cried.

"Y/N," Usopp whispered to himself.

"Chopper," the captain coldly said.

Chopper looked back at the captain in a panic, seeing Luffy's hat hide his eyes and his usual bright smile gone.

"Take Y/N back to the ship for treatment. Nami, Usopp, go and help Chopper if he needs anything," the Straw Hat ordered.

The three grunted in agreement, moving quickly. After the blonde laid one last kiss on your forehead, he loosened his grip on your figure as Chopper transformed into his monstrous form, carefully removing your body from the cook's hold.

"Don't worry, Sanji. I'll do my best," the reindeer reassured.

"I trust you, Chopper," Sanji responds.

Nodding in understanding, Chopper, Usopp, and Nami began to sprint back to the Sunny, desperate to get you treated. Finally on his feet, the blonde lit a cigarette, turning to the rest of the remaining crew. His once emotional expression hardened into complete rage, similarly to the rest of the others whose eyes have darkened.

"Sanji," Luffy maliciously spoke.

He peeked one eye to look at the male.

"What would like to do?" The captain asked, the rest of the Straw Hats ready to obey the next orders the cook may have.

Sanji blew out a cloud of smoke as the veins in his forehead and neck, pulsing violently.

"If what Robin-chan said is true, do as you please," he starts.

He glares into the night with his cigarette in hand.

"....but make sure they aren't able to ever violate a woman or child again."

They all nodded their heads as they made their way to the hideout. Busting through the wooden tile, Luffy led the members through the tunnel, his gaze remaining hidden behind his hat.

Oh, poor Red-Hand does not know the type of hell coming his way.

On the Thousand Sunny

"Is she done with the bathing yet?" Usopp asked from outside the bathroom door.

"Almost," Chopper called out with the help of Nami.

Eventually, the blood and dirt decorating your body had been washed away, magnifying the deep color and size of your wounds and bruises. Though they came to be smaller than expected once the blood and dirt was washed away, considering the amount of marks littered all over your body still leaves a great amount of concern.

The two wrapped your body in a towel before Chopper transformed back into his monstrous form to carry you to his infirmary. In attempt to match his pace, Nami and Usopp ran after the doctor, following him into the room, ready for any further orders from the reindeer.

"Chopper, what now?" Usopp asked.

Chopper laid your body gently unto the bed, preparing you for your treatment.

"Nami, I need the blue container in that cabinet above my desk. It has the necessary ointments, medicines, and materials for stab and burn wounds. Usopp, I need my utensil kit along with that black container. It has the cotton pads, casts, and bandages inside."

"Got it!" The duo responded in sync.

In an instant, they searched for the necessary items in the designated areas, handing them to the doctor. Chopper began to set up the equipment for your operation with the other members waiting in tense positions.

"I need you guys to wait outside until I'm done," the doctor suggested, getting a nod from the two in response.

The navigator and the sniper left the infirmary, quietly closing the door behind, allowing the doctor to focus with utmost concentration.

With gloves and a surgical mask worn, the doctor began to clean out your injuries and cuts with the alcohol before starting any of the serious procedures. He even discarded the infected tissue of skin that was burnt and smothered soothing medicinal lotion. Once all your wounded areas were cleaned, he started stitching the deep stab wounds with such concentration and precision. Thankfully, not many of the stab injuries were deep.

Moving his eyes along your body, he noticed a sight tear in your lower area, twisting his heart in fear and hurt.

"What have they done to you?" The reindeer quietly asked.

He began to stitch your area after cleaning the tear. Of course, the tender-hearted doctor had to shed a few tears of his own seeing his beloved friend in such a state.

"Please, Luffy, everyone, give those bastards hell to pay," he mutters through his cries.

Going down to your legs, analyzing your left leg, he popped your dislocated knee back in and placed a brace to keep the bone in place. Then, moving to your right leg, he applied a large cast on the entirety on your right limb to treat the broken bones.

With a few more ointment applications, wraps and bandages, Chopper wrapped up his equipment as the operation has finally been brought to an end. He placed you in a hospital gown that he placed in the emergency kit for coverage.

"Guys, you can come in," he called out.

Usopp and Nami returned into the infirmary, first looking at your refreshed body, dressed in a hospital gown, freshly wrapped, and your skin beginning to pale from the lack of body warmth in your body.

"How is she, Chopper?" Nami wondered, softly.

"She's stable, but she's been roughed up pretty bad. There are a few areas I need to treat on her scalp, but that means I have to shave off her hair. I don't want t--"

"Do it."

The three jumped at the weak voice. Turning their heads, they see you with your eyes barely open as you struggled to speak.

"Y-Y/N! W-Wait, don't strain yourself!" Usopp warned.

"Chopper, thank you for caring about me, but it's just hair. It'll grow back. Do what you have to, doc," you warmly consented.

His cute whimpers and cries began to intensify. Covering his weeping eyes with his arm, you pitifully reached your hand out to pat the top of his hat.

"U-Usopp," the doctor stuttered through sobs.

"T-The blade, p-please."

Hesitantly, the long nose goes out the door and takes a sharp edged blade from the weaponry before placing it in the animal's hoof. Carefully, Chopper guided the blade, shaving off every bit of remaining hair off your head. You flinched and winced every once in a while, but it was mainly painless.

With only skin showing on your head, the three trembled at the sight of the lesions decorating your scalp. Immediately did he start disinfecting the wounds and patching them up after ointment applications.

"T-There," Chopper sniffles.

"A-All done."

"Thank you, Chopper. For taking care of me," you thank.

"Please don't leave us, Y/N. Stay," the poor creature sobbed with his microscopic arms laying on your torso.

With a sad smile, you hold his small hooves in your comparably large hand.

"Don't worry. I just need time to think about things. Alright? I'm not going anywhere."

"You p-promise?"

"I promise, Chopper," you softly answer.

Gently, the doctor throws himself into your arms, afraid of letting you go. You automatically began to comfort him, allowing his tears to dampen your gown.

The duo abiding on the side felt their eyes burning, urging water to escape their eyes as well, but they managed with a bright grin on their faces.

"Y-You're not mad a-at us? You're staying?!" The sniper optimistically exclaimed.

"Honestly, I was never mad. Mainly hurt. I believed I was unwanted in my own family, but then again," you chuckle. "Family always makes fun of each other."

Nami and Usopp's smiles dropped in guilt, remembering their recent conversation with the others.

"Don't worry. It was mainly Zoro's and Sanji's words that hurt, but I think I was a bit overdramatic about it. I just wasn't prepared to hear something like that, you know?"

"Y/N, don't thi--" Nami attempted to comfort.

"Let me finish. After a while of analysis, I came to realize that they were right. I need to be stronger as a Strategist."

Your bright smile began to waver as you pet Chopper's fluffy fur.

"I have made far too many mistakes and I haven't been taking the time actually sharpen my expertise. Those two were only looking out for me. They had high expectations and I didn't reach it, let alone even try to. They truly believed I'm capable of more, but I've been procrastinating."

A smile gradually built into your face as your eyes curved into crescents, turning to the others.

"Besides, it's quite foolish to leave my family because I didn't like what I heard, don't you think? I've heard worse, believe me. I love you guys too much too leave,"

"Y/N," the duo called out in tears.

They all engulfed you in the tightest hug you'd ever received from them.

"Thank goodness! You're staying!" Nami cries out.

The long nose weeps alongside with her until he felt a slight push on his gut. Moving away from you for a minute, the reindeer gasped a great breath, implying he must've been squashed underneath the male.

"Oh, sorry, Chopper," Usopp apologized.

Despite the grumbles of agitation from the reindeer, you rubbed his back in comfort, leading to a sulking reindeer snuggling into your chest. Giggles left your lips as you realized, this is where you belong.

At Red-Hand's Hideout

"You son of a b*tch!"

Red-Hand was sent flying by the blonde's monstrous kicks.

The captain along with the other Straw Hats sat idly on the side, allowing Sanji to release the fury stirring within him. Unconscious bodies and corpses of the underlings decorated the hideout floors as they all grab had a large gauze of blood oozing from their pelvic area and a multitude of manhoods or pieces of them laying alongside the bodies. Other than the tribe members, nothing but red painted the floor and walls while bits of it splattered along their clothes and skin--none of it being their's, of course.

Red-Hand coughed up a river of blood until Sanji stepped his foot on the criminal's chest in a threatening manner.

"No man should live if he were to violate a women, but if he does it to children and women, especially to my Y/N, he deserves the most painful and slowest death inflicted on any man," the blonde threatened, eyes narrowed in pure anger and vengeance.

Red-Hand chuckles in amusement.

"Well, at least I got to hear that b*tch's cries for help before I went. Oh, it was so heavenly. Her sobbing and screaming for you guys to save her," the male stated with a smirk.

Before the cook could crush his ribs under his foot, a sheath of a blade could be heard following by an agonizing screech from Red-Hand. His eye had been stabbed by one of Zoro's sword, but not deep enough to kill him. The blonde looked behind him to the swordsman.

"Oi, Marim--"

"Talk about her like that again and I'll make sure you squeal louder and worse than she ever did," he menacingly warned, shadows covering his narrowed pupils.

A chill ran down the spine of everyone, including Sanji. Zoro being personal is a rare occasion, so witnessing the malice seeping from his words froze the stances of his fellow mates, even the captain.

"Zoro," Luffy calls out with his eyes behind his hat.

Zoro looks at the captain as Luffy raises his head to glare at the male who violated his nakama in the most vile way possible.

"Give it to Sanji. That's an order."

Though the blonde was confused, Zoro understood his vague order and looked at the cook in a serious manner.

"Eyebrows, take it out of his eyes. I'm giving you my sword for 1 minute. Do what you like to the bastard before I do."

Refocusing himself to the screaming male before him, Sanji removed the blade, seeing a geyser of red gush out his eye used to be. He bent down, eye-level to Red-Hand, taking one of the latter's hands, spreading each of his fingers apart.

"W-What you doing?" The male asked.

Remaining silent, Sanji began to slice off his finger nails, gaining a shriek of pain with every nail. Ignorant of every beg and plea for mercy, he began to slice his fingers and continued his detachments of limbs until satisfied. He honestly could've cared less about the blood stains on his clothes. In fact, he found it satisfying feeling the sensation of sick bastards bleeding and screaming because of him.

"Rot in hell, *sshole."

Time Skip

Back to the Thousand Sunny

The gang finally returned to the ship, exhausted and bloody and though concerned and surprised at the outcome, the three Straw Hats in charge of your health checks welcomed the other members warmly, content that the disgusting tribe and their horrible leader had been dealt with--thoroughly. Expectedly, there were no traces of personal injuries or wounds on their bodies, hinting to the weakling trio that it was not their blood on the clothing. Refreshed and cleaned, the crew hung outside on the deck of the ship, silence filling the area.

"Chopper," Luffy called out.

"How is she?"

"She's fine. She gained consciousness shortly after the operation and seemed well."

"Conscious?" The blonde asked, nearly jumping out of his sitting position.

"She's resting now, as she should be. With a few medications, renewed patches, and rest, she'll make a speedy recovery," the doctor informed.

The flips of everyone's hearts in relief definitely helped ease the tension of the entire situation.

"That's good," the captain added with his bright smile and a couple of giggles.

The rest smiled in content, thankful that you're alive and well.

"I'm assuming you took care of Red-Hand and his tribe," Usopp assumed.

Nodding, the green head sat on the grassy deck, leaning against the post with his hands at the back of his head.

"Cut off their d*cks like Eyebrows wanted and did worse to the dumbass who led 'em," Zoro casually stated, having the weakling trio freeze in slight horror.

"Huh?! You what?!" The three yelped in unison.

With the weakling trio frozen in shock and the others sitting and standing casually as if the recent mission was nothing, but a walk in the park, a pair of heavy footsteps was heard from the second floor of the deck.

"That was a little excessive, don't you think?" A voice stated.

Looking towards the direction of the voice, there you stood, heavily bandaged from head to toe in the hospital gown Chopper dressed you in. Temporarily did their hearts ache seeing you in such condition, especially seeing their head is now completely bare. You leaned against your crutch as you struggled to move due to both your legs being severely injured.

"Lovel-- U-Uh, Y/N-san!" Sanji exclaimed.

Running up the steps, Chopper approached you, about to scold you to rest, but you weakly turned to him with a delicate smile, causing to halt in place in front of you.

"Chopper, help me walk, please. I want to talk to everyone," you softly requested.

Hesitant, the doctor nodded before pushing against your left hip to support your imbalanced figure while holding your left hand, indicating you to lean against the railing of the staircase. Slowly but surely did you make your way down to the deck.

"Y-Y/N, you should be resting! Go back to b--" Usopp scolded before his words were brought to halt by a raise of your hand.

While descending from the second floor using the stairs, your body would tend to wobble and tremble horribly with every descending step, but you were quickly assisted by another figure--the blonde. Shocked, you met his eyes with yours, seeing the hesitation in his movements, unsure if you'd consent to his assistance.

Reassuringly, you softened into a smile, dusting his cheeks bright pink.

Taking your hand with his and using his free hand to support your back, Sanji helped Chopper guide and support you to the deck before delicately placing you onto the bench attached to the port. The reindeer sat and remained beside you as the others kept silent and jaw-slacked.

"Y-Y/N! Your hair!" The captain acknowledged.

Without warning, the captain began to sob and run to you.

"I know. Chopper had to shave it all off in order to treat the wounds on my scalp," you explained. "Don't worry about it though. It's just hair. It'll grow back."

"Y/N! I thought you wer-- Ah!" Luffy yelped.

A sly trip to his ankle resulted into Luffy falling face flat into the green surface of the deck.

"Oi, she's wounded. You can't be rough with her, moron," Zoro interfered.

Face still planted into the ground, the captain rose a thumbs up.

"My bad," he apologized, muffled into the floor.

You couldn't help the small giggle that escaped your lips.

"It's fine. I just wanted to talk with you all," you reassured.

Curious, everybody stood up right, tense and anxious of the potential outcome whereas Chopper, Nami and Usopp knew the possible statements you were about to voice.

"First, I wanted to apologize for what happened. I was careless and this whole mess could have been prevented if I had done what I was supposed to. Even at the end of it, you guys were the ones that had to clean up my mess and I am so sorry, you guys," you share, tears becoming present on your face.

As difficult as it was, you took a deep breath to control your emotions as best you can before you continued your speech. Gratefully, your hand was caressed by the doctor's small hooves as he looked up in empathy.

"Second, I wanted to thank you all for what you did tonight. Again, although it was my mess, I shouldn't have brought you guys into it and allowed you all to clean up after me. You guys were right. I need to get stronger and I promise I'll work on it right awa--"

"No."

Baffled, the crew turned to the moss head who answered in such a manner. Still leaned against the post without a care in the world, he turns to you.

"I don't accept your apology," he nonchalantly claimed.

"Oi! Marimo! How dare you say su--" Sanji started.

"Shut up!"

Silencing the blonde, the rest of the Straw Hats jumped at Zoro's aggressive manner. Standing up, the swordsman approached your sitting figure, towering over you with a gaze as intense and fierce as his blades, leaving you slightly trembling. Unexpectedly, the man kneeled before you, this time being the one towered over.

"You shouldn't be apologizing over something that wasn't your fault. Everyone makes mistakes, but it doesn't lower your value. And don't pay no mind to what Eyebrows and I said earlier."

Tilting his head, the captain curiously turned to the archeologist.

"Robin. What is Zoro talking about?" Luffy asked.

"At dinner, Swordsman and Cook stated how Y/N's lack of strength was a sign of procrastination and could potentially leave her behind," Robin reiterates.

His eyes widened at the raven-haired female's response, redirecting his attention to the one-sided conversation between you and the swordsman.

"Regardless of your strength level, you're still part of this crew. You understand? We're in the future Pirate King's crew. What kind of crew would we be if we didn't look after one another?" Zoro said.

He lowers head into a bow.

"We'll help you become stronger. We're a team and we don't leave each other behind. But, only if you choose to let us. It's my fault for acting high mighty and being inconsiderate. Forgive me, Y/N."

Without a single word in, Sanji kneeled beside him, his head hung low similarly to the male in front of you.

"Me, too. Y/N-san, it was our fault you considered leaving, so please forgive us for making you think such things. Please don't leave us because of our recklessness," the blonde begs.

Their words surprised you as you weren't expecting this type of reaction. Zoro's tendency of remaining conservative had you believe he wouldn't apologize publicly, let alone kneeling in front of the entire crew.

Usually, if a member left the crew at their own will, he'd allow their leave since he wouldn't want to coerce their duty as a pirate crew member upon them, especially since Luffy aspires to be the next Pirate King. Yet, it boggled you to see him beg you to remain in the crew.

Sanji, on the other hand, tends be a prideful man. Similarly to Zoro, it was a shock seeing him publicly apologize to you, let alone kneeling before you. However, you knew Sanji is a man of manners and he will own up to his mistakes, even if it meant his own humiliation.

With a soft smile, you gently laid your hands upon their heads.

"I forgive you. Just please, talk to me if anything is the matter or if I need improvement on anything," you graciously replied.

Tense from the neck down, the two men relaxed under your touch as your words brought ease into their anxious hearts. Giggles and grunts of approval radiated from the group behind the males, gleeful at the scene before them, you along with them. Out of your sight, the swordsman and the cook before you simultaneously grinned along their beloved crew.

Purely ecstatic, Sanji delicately lifted you in his arms, spinning you around, still considerate of your injuries. With no thoughts in his mind, he gave you the most passionate kiss he could provide out of the rush in his system. Red painted your cheeks deeply as the ginger witnessing on the side smirked unlike the shocked expressions of the sniper and doctor.

The kiss now dawning into his head, the smile plastered on the blonde's face dropped out of embarrassment as his face flushed into a darker shade compared to your's. However, his grip around your body unwavered.

"O-Oh, I'm s-- Mmph!" He started before being interrupted by a pull of his collar and your addicting lips.

Though surprised at first, he quickly melted into the touch, sweetly caressing your cheek. The session occurred for a few moments until you pulled away allowing the male to catch his breath.

"That was-- I mean-- You are-- Wow," he stuttered.

Laughing softly, you kiss his cheek.

"You are a bit 'wow' yourself. Although I'm not sure about myself though. You sure you want my bald and chubby mess of a bo--"

This time, he took the initiative to silence your self-destructive words with his lips until he was ready to pull away. Pulling away, he gazed into your gorgeous eyes, caressing your cheek once more.

"Of course. I want all of you and only you," he almost whispered.

He pecks your nose before joining both of your foreheads.

"No one else."

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