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hii I was wondering if u could do gyokko or gyutaro from demon slayee with reader finding them beautiful?? (also I don't remember if I already asked u something so if ur working on that then you can choose to ignore this one or do it's few weeks later)

Under the Streetlight

Synopsis: After years of hiding in the shadows, Gyutaro meets a girl who sees past his monstrous form and calls him beautiful—unraveling his loneliness and awakening a desperate need to keep her by his side forever.

warnings/content: Gyutaro x fem!reader, fluff (I think), 3.691 words

The red light district never slept.

Laughter and music bled from paper lantern-lit windows, casting wavering shadows on rain-damp cobblestone. Perfume mingled with alcohol and the scent of lacquered wood. The district pulsed like a living thing—breathing, humming, wanting.

But not for him.

High above the silk and glitter, in the suffocating crawlspace between rooftop tiles and the ink-black night, Gyutaro crouched. Hunched. Watching.

It was better than sleeping.

Usually, he stayed curled within Daki's body, dormant and drifting through her senses like smoke. She didn't like when he came out too often—said it ruined her rhythm, scared the clients. Her voice always had that biting edge when she said it. Sweet and cruel. "Go back to sleep, nii-chan. You're too ugly for this part of town."

He never argued. Not out loud. But lately, he found himself peeling away from her more often. Just slipping free like mold off old walls. It didn't matter if she got annoyed.

She had people. Clients. Friends. Women who whispered behind silk fans, men who begged to see her smile.

Daki sparkled. The district welcomed her with open arms and honeyed words.

Gyutaro? He lived in the rot. In the leftover corners no one wanted to look at.

So he wandered. Not for food—though sometimes he considered it—but more for... something else. Maybe boredom. Maybe the quiet churning ache that clawed at him when he watched her laugh with some drunken noble. Or maybe—though he'd never admit it, not even to himself—he was just lonely.

Lonely in the way monsters are lonely. Not tragic. Not poetic.

Just forgotten.

He slinked down into an alley, half-shadow and half-bone. His spine curved with the unnatural looseness of something dead but breathing. Overhead, a woman's laugh rang out, glassy and delicate.

Gyutaro flinched, more from habit than fear.

He wasn't afraid of humans. They were afraid of him. Or worse—they were disgusted.

He curled his lip. The walls here smelled like sake and piss. Way different from the perfumes his sister bathed in nightly. He should go back. Let her complain, let her yell about him "ruining the atmosphere" or whatever nonsense she picked up from her fancy clients.

But his legs kept moving. Soft footfalls. No sound. No echo. Just a ghost pacing cobblestones long after midnight.

No one saw him. No one ever did.

And he was starting to wonder if anyone ever would.

He rounded another corner, where the flickering lantern light barely reached the ground.

And that's when you turned it.

Rushing. Not looking.

Bam.

Your shoulder clipped his chest—solid, sharp. He staggered a step, less from the impact than from pure surprise. No one touched him.

Not unless they were dying.

You gasped lightly, almost stumbling. "Ah—I'm sorry! I didn't see you—" You bowed, hands pressed to your sides. "Forgive me."

He stared.

What...

His hand twitched. Instinctively. A sickle began to form in his palm, creeping from his skin like a second thought made manifest. One clean slice. One heartbeat. That's all it would take.

But then you looked up.

And smiled.

Small. Apologetic. Like someone who'd bumped into a stranger in a hallway. Not a monster in the dark.

You didn't recoil. Didn't scream. Didn't flinch or spit or stare at his face like it was something out of a nightmare. Your gaze brushed over him, unfocused, gentle, moving on like nothing about him was worth gawking at.

You just... smiled.

"Sorry again," you said, stepping around him, your voice light, genuine. And then you were walking away, shoes clacking lightly against stone, vanishing into the lanternlight like it had all been nothing.

Like he was nothing.

But not in the way he was used to.

Gyutaro stood there frozen.

The sickle didn't move.

Neither did he.

You had apologized to him.

Not because you feared him, not with that brittle desperation he saw in people who sensed what he was. But like you meant it. Like it was natural. Like he deserved an apology. Like he was just another man in the street.

His heart, shriveled and monstrous as it was, stuttered once—confused.

That smile... It hadn't looked forced.

Not laced with panic. Not tight with politeness. Not the kind people gave when they had no other choice but to survive a moment.

It had been real.

He turned, craning his head after you, body melting back into the darkness without a sound.

Who the hell were you?

He should've let it go.

Just some clumsy girl in the street. Just a stupid smile. Just a nothing-moment.

But it wasn't nothing.

And he didn't let it go.

Gyutaro stayed in the shadows long after you disappeared into the twisting alleys. His body clung to the walls like damp rot, eyes glowing faint and feral in the dark. He should've gone back to Daki, back to the stink of makeup and blood and muffled screams beneath silk pillows. But he didn't.

Instead, he followed.

You didn't know, of course. How could you? People like you never looked up. Never noticed when something crawled along the rooftops like a spider made of blades. You walked with the confidence of someone who belonged. Like this place was yours.

He watched you step through the red-draped door of one of the most expensive houses in the district. The kind with golden lanterns and guards that pretended to be polite. That's her home, he realized. You weren't a courtesan, and definitely not a client. You were something more dangerous—untouchable.

A manager's daughter.

Daki had complained about your kind before—smug little brats born into silk and lacquer, thinking they owned everything because they were born with clean hands.

But you hadn't acted like that.

Gyutaro perched on a slanted roof and watched through a crooked gap in the wooden tiles as you greeted one of the maids with a warm smile, your voice too soft to carry. Later, you passed a crying girl in the courtyard and stopped, kneeling to wipe her cheek. He thought he saw you press a candy into her hand. Just like that.

What kind of game is this?

He waited until the house fell quiet before slipping away.

But he came back the next night.

And the one after that.

It became routine. No—it became ritual.

Gyutaro watched you from the shadows every evening, crouching in beams or behind crumbling rooftop ornaments. A quiet parasite. A lurking ghost. He memorized the rhythm of your steps, the way you greeted every servant by name, how your smile changed slightly depending on who you were talking to. It wasn't fake, he realized. Not polished or for show. It was real.

And that terrified him.

Because it meant the smile you gave him had been real too.

He learned your schedule. When you left the house, when you returned. Who you talked to. How long you stayed in the market. You always bought the same snacks—sweet red bean buns. You gave one to the vendor's child every time without fail.

Why? What were you getting out of it?

And worse: why did it make him feel something he didn't have a name for?

He started thinking about you when he wasn't watching you. Found himself drifting away from Daki sooner, earlier, hungrier. Not for blood.

For... you.

For that smile again.

The one you gave him like it meant nothing.

The one that meant everything.

He'd watched you for seven nights.

Seven sunsets bleeding into smoky lanternlight.

Seven evenings spent crouched beneath eaves, breath shallow and invisible, watching you drift through the district like a ghost made of soft laughter and apologies. Every step you took, he memorized. Every glance, every quiet word exchanged with others. You smiled at nearly everyone, but none of those smiles matched the one you gave him.

That one was different.

That one was his.

It gnawed at him. Turned his mind raw with hunger he didn't understand—wasn't sure he wanted to understand. Something clawed inside his chest, whispering that one smile wasn't enough. He needed to see if it had been real.

So tonight, he waited in your path.

Right there, beneath the crooked wooden arch where the lantern's light swung lazily, half-sick and golden. The exact place where your steps always slowed, where you always paused to adjust the ribbon slipping from your sleeve.

He timed it perfectly.

Footsteps.

And then—

Bam.

Your shoulder collided with his chest again.

You staggered slightly, and his body went tense, almost bracing for the scream—because this time, it was definitely his fault. He'd materialized out of nowhere, stepped right into your path like a madman.

But you didn't scream.

You let out a soft, startled laugh. "Ah—again?" you murmured, blinking up at him.

There it was. That same smile. Small. Warm. Real.

You bowed lightly, hands at your sides. "I swear I'm not usually always running into people."

He blinked at you, mouth parted but silent.

You tilted your head, suddenly aware of the way he was just standing there. Taller than you remembered, thin and strange—like he didn't quite belong in his own skin. And yet… something about him held your gaze. Not fear. Not disgust. Just curiosity.

"You okay?" you asked gently.

His tongue flicked along a fang, but he stopped himself from answering the first thing that came to mind. The ugly things. The defensive, bitter things. Instead, he shifted his posture—slightly straighter. A little more human.

"I… I was just walkin'," he rasped. His voice was gravel, sharp-edged and underused. "Visitin' my sister. She… works here."

You blinked. "Oh? One of the houses?"

He nodded slowly. "I… wanna buy her out one day. So she doesn't have to work no more."

There. A lie. A sweet one. The kind you might believe.

Your expression softened. "That's… really kind of you."

And gods, the way you looked at him then—like he'd said something good, like he wasn't filth in the gutters—it nearly undid him. His fingers twitched at his side, aching to curl, to claw, to hide. But your gaze didn't falter.

He didn't know what to do with that.

So he did nothing.

"Well," you said, stepping around him again, "Try not to sneak up on me next time, huh?" You chuckled—light, teasing. "Third time's a pattern."

And with that, you walked away.

And Gyutaro—bloody, broken Gyutaro—stood frozen in the lamplight, throat thick with something that felt too human.

Tomorrow.

He would wait again tomorrow.

And the next night.

And the next.

He stopped hiding.

Not all at once. Not boldly. But he didn't slink from rooftop to shadow anymore—not when it came to you. Now he simply walked. Slow and crooked, just like everyone else in this city, as if he belonged. As if he had a place to be.

And every evening, he made sure his path crossed yours.

Same time. Same place.

He'd shuffle by under the warped wooden arch, pretending not to notice you.

But you always did.

"Evening," you'd say.

Just that. One word. Light, effortless.

But it hit him like a heartbeat cracking open.

The first time, he almost missed it—too stunned by the sound of your voice aimed squarely at him again. The second time, he managed to grunt something back. Barely audible. A sound more than a word.

But you smiled anyway.

And then it started to grow.

Not all at once. Not dramatically. Just… naturally.

"Back from visiting your sister?" "Did you try the sweet buns today? They sold out by noon." "You always walk this path, huh? Must be fate or something."

Little comments. Casual nothings.

But you stopped to say them. You stopped for him.

No one stopped for Gyutaro. People flinched. Avoided him. Looked through him like he was a smear on the side of the street. Even Daki only acknowledged him when it was convenient or when she needed something.

But you?

You chose to speak.

Even if it was just about the weather. Even if it was only for a few seconds. Even if you walked away right after, your words still clung to him like warmth on cold skin.

He began to anticipate the moment—marking the slow countdown in his mind until your steps echoed again down the street. His clawed hands would twitch at his sides, unsure what to do. His shoulders would tense, stomach knotting with something that felt like hunger but wasn't.

Sometimes, he even replied. Still rough, still awkward—like every word was a cracked nail being pulled from wood—but he did it. And you'd smile.

Every. Time.

One evening, it rained. Soft and cold. You were walking without an umbrella, arms tucked around yourself. He could have ducked away, waited for another night. But he didn't.

Instead, he slowed just as you passed him, and for the first time, you stopped completely.

"Didn't think I'd see you out here in this," you said, brushing damp hair behind your ear.

He shrugged. "Rain don't bother me."

You nodded once. "Me neither."

And you both just stood there for a second. Not saying anything. Just existing. In the same space. No shadows. No secrets. Just two people beneath a flickering lantern in the rain.

When you walked on, your footsteps slower than usual, he stayed rooted in place until you were out of sight.

That night, he didn't return to Daki at all.

He climbed to the roof of the old tea house instead and sat staring at the clouds, turning your words over in his head like they were the only ones that had ever been spoken to him kindly.

"You always walk this path, huh?"

Yeah. He did now.

It continued with longer pauses.

A heartbeat more here, a question there.

You didn't just say hello anymore. You lingered. Let your steps slow naturally when you saw him rounding the corner. You smiled like always, but now it came with more.

"Rough day today," you said one evening, rubbing the back of your neck. "Clients complaining, paperwork piling up. I don't even work for the house, but I end up doing half the ledgers."

He blinked, unsure if that was directed at him.

It was.

You glanced at him, eyes crinkling. "You ever have one of those days where even silence feels loud?"

He gave a slow nod, unsure how else to answer. But you didn't seem to mind. You kept walking beside him. Not close. Not quite touching. But with him. A few steps shared. A space bridged.

The next night, you told him about your childhood.

Not all of it—just a thread. A detail. The way you used to sneak leftover sweets when no one was looking. The time you got caught hiding in the rafters of the tea room during a performance. You laughed at yourself, soft and fond, like these moments meant something. Like you trusted him enough to share them.

And Gyutaro—he listened.

No one ever talked to him like this. Not unless it was with an edge. A bribe. A command. But you told him stories for no reason. You just wanted him to hear them.

You asked him questions too.

"So… what's your sister like?" "You said you want to buy her free. Do you two talk often?" "Is she younger than you? You seem protective."

He didn't lie—at least, not all of it. He said she was fiery. Proud. That she had her own kind of beauty people couldn't ignore, but that she got lonely sometimes. That he was always watching over her, even when she didn't realize.

Your gaze softened at that.

"I think she's lucky," you said.

He ducked his head. Not used to praise. Not used to being seen as something good.

Some nights, you talked about books. Or your favorite street food. Sometimes you asked what he liked, and he'd fumble through answers that didn't feel right in his mouth. He didn't know what he liked. Not really. But when you smiled and nodded anyway, like his answers were valid, he found himself wanting to know—just so he'd have something to tell you next time.

Each conversation stitched another thread between you.

He didn't know what this was. It wasn't hunger. It wasn't need.

It was want.

Wanting your words. Your voice. The way your eyes held his like they weren't repulsed. Like you saw a man, not a monster.

It terrified him.

And still, he came back every night.

Something shifted.

It wasn't sudden, but it was unmistakable.

You still smiled at him like you always did, but lately… it lingered. There was something else in it now. Not just kindness. Not just casual friendliness. Your gaze had changed—warmer, softer. Like you were seeing something in him he couldn't see in himself.

Gyutaro noticed. Of course he did.

He tried not to. Tried to keep his head low, voice quiet, body hunched like always. But your eyes—damn your eyes—they didn't let him hide. You looked at him like he'd done something good. Like he mattered. Like he had hung the stars and the moon in the sky just for you.

And gods, it wrecked him.

One evening, under the lantern's soft flicker, you asked him something small and simple—what his favorite part of the district was.

He blinked, surprised, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck. "Uh… I dunno. Don't really look at it much like that. But… I guess the river bridge. At night. It's quiet."

You lit up like he'd said something brilliant.

"I love that spot. It's beautiful, especially when the lanterns reflect on the water."

You turned your head slightly, looking at him with that same brightness. That same unshakable gentleness. And then your smile curved, softer than soft.

"But I think I like it more now."

His brow twitched. "Why?"

You just looked at him, your lashes low, that smile deepening into something glowing.

"Because now I'll think of you when I see it."

His heart didn't beat often anymore. But it did then.

He froze. Shoulders tensing. Fingers twitching at his sides. That aching, breathless tightness rising in his throat again. You could see it—the way his eyes darted away, the way his whole posture shifted like he didn't know what to do with his body anymore.

You giggled.

Not mockingly. Not mean.

Just… soft and surprised.

"You're getting all shifty," you teased gently. "Are you—are you blushing?"

His jaw clenched. He turned his face slightly away, as if he could somehow hide the darkened flush that had bloomed across his scarred cheekbones.

And you—bold now, teasing, kind—tilted your head.

"You know," you said, voice just above a whisper, "you're kind of beautiful."

His entire body went still.

Not shocked. Not angry.

Just… undone.

He stared at you like he couldn't believe you were real.

You stepped closer, no fear in your eyes. "And cute," you added with a soft laugh. "Definitely cute."

Something in him cracked open, fragile and trembling, like a frost-covered leaf finally catching sunlight.

He didn't know what to say. Didn't know how to say anything. But you didn't ask him to. You just smiled like the sky had cleared, like there was nowhere else you'd rather be than here—with him.

And for the first time in Gyutaro's life, he felt wanted.

It was too late now.

You had wormed your way into the marrow of his being—uninvited, unstoppable.

He used to wander the Entertainment District out of boredom. Bitterness. Loneliness. Now, it was because of you. Only you. Everything else had faded into background noise.

Each time you smiled at him like he mattered… it chipped away at the emptiness inside him.

Each time you called him beautiful—gods, he could barely stand it.

You meant it. He could see it in your eyes. You weren't lying. You weren't mocking him. You looked at him like he was something rare. And it broke him in the best and worst way possible.

So he made up his mind.

He couldn't let you go.

Not back to your ordinary life. Not back to the danger, to the people who didn't see you the way he did. He couldn't bear the thought of you vanishing from his nights—your voice gone, your scent gone from the corners of the street, the warmth of your laughter just a memory.

No. He needed you beside him. Always.

That night, he stood waiting under your favorite lantern—rusted iron with a paper shell painted in faded peach blossoms.

You spotted him before he could speak, already smiling. But he didn't shuffle or look away this time. He stood taller. Straighter.

And then he asked:

"You wanna come with me? Just you and me. A date."

Your smile faltered—but only for a second. Then it bloomed wider than he had ever seen. Your hand rose to your mouth, eyes lighting up as color rushed into your cheeks.

"A—A date?" you echoed, voice breathless. "With you?"

He nodded slowly. A little stiff, a little unsure. But he didn't take it back.

You bit your lip, then laughed softly. "You're serious," you said, like you couldn't believe it. Then you stepped closer, eyes wide with wonder. "Yes. Yes, I'd love that."

Something shattered in his chest.

He didn't know what to do with your excitement, your giddy blush, the way you looked at him like he'd handed you the stars instead of just a question. It hurt—gods, it hurt—to see you happy. Because he knew. He knew what he was planning.

But he couldn't stop himself.

If this was what it took to keep you—to keep you looking at him like that—then he would do it. No hesitation. No regret.

He'd take you away. Make you his. Change you.

If that was the price for your love, for your voice calling him beautiful again, again, again—

Then he'd pay it.

Willingly.

Masterlist

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epic the musical reference...

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they started dating 2 days ago

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If only 🥺

What if…

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Style reminds me of Danny phantom!

I think I left my dandash in the dryer too long

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If there was some how any doubt Peaku was Izuku’a baby here’s more evidence

"Like Home" [BKDK Mer AU]

Peaku escapes Deku and lands in Tomura's tank, where he learns a sad truth...

But don't worry...Peaku, with the power of research, recruits his siblings to make things just a little better!

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bunny izuku 🤤

I BROUGHT U SOME FOOD YEAAAHHH-

Bon appetit 😋

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Part 30 (final)

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Thank you all for the support in this comic, this idea had been rotting in my head for a while so I’m happy it’s out, it’s not entirely how I imagined it, originally it was going to be a established relationship and longer (as per the written form required) but it changed as I went

I hope you guys liked it as much as I liked drawing it, tbh this is currently my favorite comic of mine, but we’ll see since I want to continue illustrating my bkdk ideas

I’ve been thinking of making a written version for ao3 with scenes that I didn’t quite have the time/way of integrating to the story, so who knows maybe there’s more on this au in the future

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Part 16

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lovable idiots lol

When you and the bestie both a little dumb⭐✨💫

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translation reference -> https://x.com/IamSizzlebutt/status/1917958406968869344

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Izuku deserves a good listener 🥰

exposing myself!!1! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

kirideku mini comic <3

it’s kinda messy i am sorry (◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ )…

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Oblivious.

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Lost and Found: A Pirate’s Promise

Lost and Found: A Pirate’s Promise

A/N: Hi!! This is my first fanfiction ever, and I'm super excited to share it with all of you! I've always loved fanfictions that span across multiple parts because they give so much room for character development and suspense. As a massive One Piece fan, I hope you all enjoy this series as much as I will enjoy writing it!

For this series, we'll start off in the Pre-Time Skip era, specifically during the Sabaody Archipelago arc. Y/N is an established pirate and a formidable warrior, with the third highest bounty in the Straw Hat crew. She's not just another member; her strength and skills have earned her a respected spot among the crew.

Sanji, our favorite lovesick cook, falls head over heels for Y/N almost immediately. True to his nature, he tries every trick in the book to catch her attention, from cooking her favorite meals to showering her with compliments. On the other hand, Y/N may have a small crush on Sanji, but she’s cautious and focused on her goals as a pirate.

As the story progresses, that small crush gradually blossoms into something more profound, but their journey together won't be easy. With the chaos of the New World looming, the dangers they face will test their bond and loyalty to each other. Will their love be strong enough to survive the trials ahead, or will the perils of their pirate life tear them apart?

Get ready for an emotional rollercoaster filled with angst, action, and a dash of romance. I'm thrilled to take you on this adventure with Y/N, Sanji, and the rest of the Straw Hat crew!

A/N: some parts may be changed to fit the story, but others will remain the same. For instance, instead of eleven supernovas it will be twelve. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Sanji x Y/N, OP x Y/N ,

Chapter 1: Desperate Measures: Saving a Friend 

  Having arrived at Sabaody Archipelago with your crew, along with Hatchan, Camie, and Pappag, the vibrant and bustling island immediately overwhelms your senses. The bright, multicolored bubbles floating through the air, the mix of strange and diverse people, and the looming presence of the massive mangrove trees create an atmosphere both wondrous and ominous. You can't help but feel a mix of excitement and unease—Sabaody is a place of both opportunity and danger.

  Luffy, your captain, couldn’t wait any longer to get off the ship and explore. With his usual boundless energy, he leaped from the Sunny, already imagining the adventures that awaited him on Sabaody Archipelago. You remember the day he first asked you to join his crew. It was after a particularly intense battle where your fighting skills had caught his eye. He admired your strength, your resilience, and the way you stood your ground even in the face of overwhelming odds. Luffy, always the one to follow his instincts, had approached you with that wide, infectious grin and simply said, “Join my crew!”

At first, you were taken aback by his straightforwardness, but there was something about Luffy—his unwavering belief in his dreams, his ability to inspire those around him, and the way he saw potential in everyone—that made you consider his offer. He didn’t just see you as a warrior; he saw you as someone who could help him achieve his goal of becoming King of the Pirates. And so, after a moment of thought, you agreed, finding yourself swept up in the Straw Hats' chaotic yet oddly comforting world.

  As Luffy heads down with Chopper, Zoro, is scanning the area to see if there are any threats nearby. “Sense anything Zoro?” you say as you begin to step out of the sunny. “Zoro glances around, his eyes sharp and focused, before shaking his head slightly. "Not at the moment," he replies, keeping his voice low. “Hey Mosshead, back off of Y/N, she doesn’t need you clinging on to her,” Sanji snaps, stepping in between you and Zoro, his eyes narrowing at the swordsman.

Zoro glares back, “Who’s clinging, you curly-browed idiot? I’m just making sure there’s no trouble.”

Before the argument can escalate further, Nami steps in, her hands on her hips. “Enough, both of you. Sanji, you’ll stay behind to guard the treasure along with Usopp. Franky, you’re staying on the ship too—just in case we need to make a quick getaway.”

Sanji’s expression immediately softens, his usual heart eyes appearing as he turns to Nami. “Of course, my love, anything for you!” he says with a dreamy sigh. Then, as if remembering his role as the lovesick cook, he pulls out a single rose, handing it to you with a flourish. “Y/N, keep this with you on your journey, so you won’t forget about me.”

You take the rose, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “How could I forget about you, Sanji? I’ll be sure to keep it close.”

Sanji’s heart skips a beat as you flirt back, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. Though he’s always been bold with his affection, there’s something about the way you respond that makes his heart race a little faster. You’ve always admired Sanji’s charm and his relentless dedication to those he cares about, and in moments like this, it’s hard not to let your own small crush on him slip through.

  As you all disembark the ship, Hatchan begins to explain that he knows someone who can coat the ship for your journey to the next destination, Fishman Island. Camie and Pappag act as your guides, showing you around. Nami and Robin decide to head out for some shopping.

“You sure you don’t want to tag along?” Nami asks.

“Yeah, we could have our own mini girls’ day,” Robin adds with a smile.

Shaking your head with a smile, you reply, “No, that’s alright, you two go on ahead. I’ve got to make sure these guys”—you gesture towards the remaining group—“don’t wind up in too much trouble.”

“I’ll be sure to get you something!” Nami calls out as she and Robin head off to the stores.

“Well, Zoro, looks like you and I will be taking care of…”

“Zoro??”

“Damn, did he just leave?” You sigh and make your way back to your group.

 Meanwhile, back on the Sunny…

“Sanji, you gotta relax, buddy. Nami, Robin, Camie, and Y/N are safe and fine,” says Franky, trying to calm Sanji down.

Sanji exhales a cloud of smoke from his cigarette, his eyes still filled with concern. “Yeah, I know,” he mutters, “but I can’t help worrying about them. Especially Y/N… she’s always getting into trouble, and I can’t help but think I should be there to protect her.”

Franky gives him a reassuring pat on the back. “You’re on guard duty here, remember? We’ve got to keep the ship safe.”

Sanji’s gaze softens as he looks at the rose he’s tucked away for Y/N. “I just wish I could be there with her… make sure she knows how much she means to me.”

“Don’t worry, Sanji,” Franky chuckles. “They’re in good hands with you watching over the ship. And besides, you’ve got your own way of showing you care. That rose will do wonders.”

Sanji nods, taking a deep breath and letting his worry slowly fade. “You’re right. I’ll keep an eye out and make sure the ship stays in one piece. Just hope she gets my message.”

He glances at the rose again, a small smile appearing on his face as he tries to refocus on his duties.

  Back in Sabaody… 

 After witnessing the cruelty of the nobles, a shiver ran down your spine as the unsettling images replayed in your mind. You couldn't shake the feeling of anger and disgust.

“Those bastards, no one should be treated like that,” Luffy says, his voice filled with rage. “I don’t care if you’re a noble or not.”

“It’s truly a horrifying sight to see,” Brooke agrees, his usual calm demeanor marred by the gravity of the situation. He and Chopper hurry to catch up with you and Luffy.

“Luffy, remember we promised Hatchan we’d lay low for a bit,” you remind him, trying to steady your own emotions. “As much as I want to strike back, we can’t risk it. We have to stay out of trouble for now.”

Just then, you’re ambushed by a group of bounty hunters who had been lying in wait. One of them, a scruffy man with a leering grin, points at you with wide eyes. “Hey! You’re Y/N, the one with the $115,000,000 Berry bounty. You’re one of the Supernovas!”

“Supernovas?, what are they talking about?” you say in a hushed tone. 

Before they can react, you draw your blades with swift precision. The air around you crackles with energy as you unleash a flurry of strikes, each move perfectly calculated to disarm and incapacitate your attackers. Your combat skills, honed through countless battles, shine as you take them down one by one.

Luffy watches in awe, a grin slowly spreading across his face as he sees you effortlessly dispatch the bounty hunters. “Nice work, Y/N!” he cheers.

Brooke and Chopper finally catch up, their eyes wide at the sight of the defeated hunters. “Looks like we’ve got some unwanted attention,” Brooke observes. “But impressive as always.”

Smiling as you sheathe your blades, your breath steady despite the adrenaline coursing through you. “We need to stay sharp. Let’s get moving before more of them show up.” 

  Finally, after a bit of traveling, they reach Grove 13 and a bar where the coating engineer is said to stay. Upon entering, they are greeted by Shakky, the bar’s owner. A former pirate and friend of Hatchan, Shakky introduces herself with a friendly smile.

"Nice to meet you all," Shakky says. "I've heard quite a bit about the Straw Hats.”

The group exchanges pleasantries before asking about the engineer, Rayleigh. Shakky informs them that Rayleigh hasn’t been seen for a while, though he hasn’t left the island. He’s been wandering the bars and casinos for the past six months.

"Well, if Rayleigh’s been missing for that long, we might have to search for him ourselves," Luffy says.

Shakky nods. “Be careful. Since your arrival, there are now twelve rookie pirates with bounties over 100,000,000 berri who’ve reached the Red Line. Luffy, you're second highest among them.”

As the group absorbs this, Shakky explains that most of the Supernovas are staying in Grove 24. She describes some of them: Capone "Gang" Bege, the mafia-type pirate with a bounty of 138,000,000 berri, Jewelry Bonney, with a bounty of 140,000,000 Berri, Basil Hawkins, known as "The Magician" with a 249,000,000 bounty. In another part of the grove, Eustass "Captain" Kid (315,000,000) and Scratchmen Apoo (198,000,000)

In Grove 21, "The Mad Monk" Urouge (108,000,000) and "Massacre Soldier" Killer (162,000,000) next is "Red Flag" X Drake (222,000,000), a former Marine Rear Admiral, and Trafalgar Law (200,000,000), the last of the rookies. Shakky hands you the wanted posters and you note with a small smile that you and Zoro are also among the Supernovas. You’re listed with a bounty of 115,000,000, and Zoro with 120,000,000. 

As you glance at the wanted posters of the Supernovas, you mutter with a playful grin, “Wow, Killer, Eustass Kidd, and Law… they’ve got something uniquely captivating about them. They look kind of cute.”

Brooke, catching your comment, bursts out with a cheerful, “Yoohoo! Looks like Sanji’s got some competition!”

You chuckle and tease, “Oh, definitely. Killer’s dangerous allure, Kidd’s raw intensity, and Law’s cool confidence—they each have a certain edge that’s hard to ignore.”

Leaning in closer, you let your voice drop with a sultry edge, “It’s not just their looks. There’s something about their vibe that’s a little… irresistible. Makes me wonder how they’d be in person.”

Brooke's jawbone clinks with his laughter. “Well, I can’t say I blame you. A little competition always spices things up, doesn’t it?”

You wink playfully. “Exactly. It’s all about the thrill of the chase. But for now, let’s see what these Supernovas are really like. Who knows, maybe they’ll be even more intriguing up close.”

Brooke’s grin remains, his eye sockets gleaming with amusement. “I’m sure they will be. But remember, Sanji’s keeping a close eye on you. Don’t let him get too worked up!”

You laugh, the mischief in your eyes sparkling. “Don’t worry. A bit of competition never hurt anyone. It just makes everything more exciting.”

With that,the group heads out to find Rayleigh, the playful tension lingering in the air. 

   As the group sets out to find Rayleigh, Luffy suggests a visit to Sabaody Park to enjoy the day. Camie, brimming with excitement, eagerly tells you about the park’s significance and her past visits. You walk side by side with her, absorbing the vibrant atmosphere of the park and the joyful energy of the rides.

As you and Camie sit on a bench in Sabaody Park, catching your breath from the excitement of the rides, you both share a contented sigh.

"This place is amazing," Camie says with a smile, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I wish I could have experienced it like this more often. It’s so much fun!"

You nod, enjoying the moment. “I’m glad we could have this day. It’s been a blast.”

Just as you’re about to take another bite of your snack, a shadow looms over you. Before you can react, someone covers your mouth with a cloth, and another pair of hands grabs Camie. You both struggle, but the suddenness of it leaves you disoriented.

Through the fabric muffling your cries, you hear Camie's muffled voice. “Mmmph! What’s happening? Let us go!”

You try to yell out, but the cloth over your mouth stifles your words. Panicking, you reach for Camie’s hand, and you feel her trembling. The sound of ropes tightening around your wrists and ankles is followed by the heavy thud of sacks being pulled over you.

You catch a glimpse of Camie’s frightened eyes as she is shoved into a sack next to you. Through the layers of fabric, you try to comfort her.

“It’s going to be okay, Camie,” you whisper as best as you can through the gag, though it comes out as a muffled sound. “We just need to stay calm.”

You can hear the muffled sounds of Camie’s sobs from the sack next to you. The kidnappers’ harsh voices are distant but clear enough to make out their cruel intentions.

One of them grumbles, “They’re going to make a fine addition to the auction. The buyers will love them.”

The words send a shiver down your spine. The realization of being taken to be auctioned as slaves hits hard, but you try to remain composed for Camie’s sake. You shift slightly in the sack, trying to offer some comfort with your presence despite the dire situation.

In the oppressive darkness and confined space, all you can do is hope that your crew will find you in time before it’s too late.

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OMGGGG, what do you guys think??? This one was long! But it'll be all worth it! Next chapter is going to be a good one that you don't want to miss. Currently writing it as we speak! Welcome to my page and I can't wait for you guys to read what I have in store! 

[pinkykats-place]

♡Love A Silver Fox♡

♡Synopsis♡ Nothing wrong with liking someone older than you so why not give that man a chance on this lovely hoilday.

♡Content♡ 18+, mdni, older/middle aged anime men, fem reader, drinking alcohol(remember wait til you 21+), reader wears lingerie, dry humping/grinding, unprotected(wrap the meat or accept defeat), pet names {sweetie, vixen}.

♡Author's Note♡ Decided to write a little something for Valentine's Day since I was in the writing mood. Plus why not show the older/middle aged anime men some loving. I hope you all enjoy. Love y'all and HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY❣️❣️❣️

♡Word Count♡ 1.1k+

Just because he is older doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve less love than a man younger than him. He may be older, but he still has that charm, kindness and spice just like he was in early years. People might see him as a standoffish man but when it comes to you he is the complete opposite. He takes you out to your favorite spot whether it’s a restaurant or a quiet spot in the park to watch the clouds float by. He buys you gifts without you knowing and he takes note of what you like and don’t like.

Most of all he is a man to lend you an ear when you want to vent or just ramble about what’s on your mind. It doesn’t bother him one bit as he listens to every word you say. If you were stressing he wants to do everything possible to make the situation better. It takes everything within him not to fall too hard for you, but it was too late. Thinking you would never go for someone like him he suppressed his feelings.

Now here comes that familiar holiday and everyone is coupled up for the day. Normally he would be numb to such things but this time he felt left out in a way. The longer he lays in bed the more his mind slips away wondering what it would be like to have a valentine. That wasn’t long as he had to get up and go about his day. Even when he was busy his mind would still drift off now and again. By the end of the day, he is tired, and he just wants to go home to be at peace. Before that he is starving, and it wouldn’t hurt to go get something to eat.

As he was leaving he thought he was seeing things when he saw a very familiar face waiting for him. When the person turned towards him their face lit up with joy. As he walked up to you the gap between closed when you hugged him in your arms.

“Well hello to you too” he says with a chuckle. Before you pulled away he looked into your eyes, and he must’ve been staring for a long time because he noticed how flustered you got and pulled away. All he can do is smirk at your reaction thinking it’s the most adorable thing in the world.

“So uhm you have any plans this evening?” you asked composing yourself.

“Not exactly I was about to head out and get some food before heading home. Why?”

“Well since you say that I have a proposition for you.”

“I’m listening” he said as he put his hands in his pockets.

“Okay if I were to say treat you to dinner tonight would you in exchange be my valentine?” He heard you loud and clear. You asked him to be your valentine. Usually in a situation like this it is the other way around but not in this case. He tilted his head as he smiled trying to wrap his head around it but when he looked at you he wanted to tease you a bit.

“Let me ask you this what would happen if I were to say no?” You poked your bottom lip out as you started to walk in a small circle around him.

“Well, if that’s the case I can ask someone else to have dinner with me. Such a shame but I understand. I’ll see you later then.” Before you could walk he grabbed your wrist and turned you around.

“Just because I ask doesn’t mean that’s my answer. No need to jump to such conclusions sweetie.” You smirked as you grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes again.

“In other words, you need to be at my place by nine. I’ll see you then.” Nothing more was said when you turned around to leave. All he could do was smile to himself as he watched you walk away. All day he was thinking of just returning home alone with no plans, but it seems he now has plans. Time flew by like nothing and he was at your place nine on the dot.

Standing at your door with flowers in his hand and your favorite sweet treat in the other. When the door opened he wasn’t prepared to see you in a dress that hugged your body paired with a classy look. The rest of the night was perfect as both of you sat in front of each other and talked about each other’s day. It was perfect and it was about to get better when you poured him his favorite alcoholic beverage. Now sitting on the couch both of you were tipsy, touchy and laughing about some memories from the past. The mood was great and then the last drop of liqour was gone from your glasses. The two of you relaxed in silence until you looked at him with low eyes.

“You know there is a reason why I asked you to come here.” You giggled softly as you laid your head on his shoulder. Even with his woozy state he was curious.

“I assume you are going to tell me the reason.” He doesn’t want to jump to conclusions, but this could go one of two ways in his mind. He felt your hand grab his chin to make him face you and once his felt your lips on his it was all uphill from there. After moving away from the kiss, you stood in front of him and started to take off your dress. His heart was pounding against his chest, and he could feel his whole body get excited. His pupils were dilated once your dress hit the floor beneath your feet. Red lingerie that looked so pretty on your body. Showing off more skin in certain areas that he dreamed of seeing.

The late hours were near and throughout your home the only noise that could be heard was your moans and his groans as you rode him backwards. For someone like him you didn’t think he would keep up, but you were the one who had a difficult time. You don’t know how much more you could take as you began to slow down but that wasn’t going to happen.

“No, my little vixen why is you stopping? Can’t keep up with an old man like me?” You moaned as you felt him move your hips up and down for you. “That’s okay let me give you give you a hand.” You shrieked when you felt his hands grip the back of your knees and pull them up.  Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as he thrusted upward. “Looks like I still got it” he grunted with pleasure.

Worick, Silvers Rayleigh, Smoker, Monkey D. Garp, Kishibe, Jiraiya + any of your favs

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[pinkykats-place]

Hallelujah

The timeline has righted itself, at last.

[pinkykats-place]

Can we get a Mereoleona with a Shy male S/O that everyone thinks is just a follower of hers or someone she forces to be around her and when she reveals he's her husband/Boyfriend everyone is super shocked

[Asta viciously staring at mereoleona and Y/N chatting]

Asta : .......That's it I'm gonna ask him–

Yuno : Please don't....

Asta : I can't help myself okay! Seriously who is that guy? And WHY would he want to be around someone like HER? Out of all people!

Noelle : It's none of our business! also do you WANT to anger her?!

Asta : is he a follower of her? Or maybe... Do you think she forces him to be around her?!

Yuno : ......Okay the second one could actually be a possibility

[Mereoleona leaves Y/N for a moment]

Asta : ......My chance

Noelle : i swear if you–

[Within a second Asta immediately starts running up to Y/N making Noelle face palms herself and yuno sighs]

Asta : Hello there!

M!Reader : !!!?!?

Asta : Sorry to bother you! But you mind if I ask you just a small tiny little question?

M!Reader : Well... I suppose i–

Asta : Why are you following her? Did she pay you to be around her? Are you like a follower of hers? If so WHY HER OF ALL PEOPLE?!

M!Reader : i-i well it's that–

Asta : Did she win you at a contest? Or maybe–

Noelle : Shut up! Stop asking him nonsense brainless questions! Your brain is already empty as it is!

Yuno : Sighs I'm sorry for my.... Friend....

M!Reader : don't worry about it's no big deal

Asta : But please just answer ONE question of mine! Are you actually not bruised up when you're around her–

[Noelle immediately bonks asta on the head]

Asta : Ow! Hey!

M!Reader : Not at all! she's very sweet!

Asta : ......are you sure you're talking about the right person–

[Noelle bonks asta on the head again]

Asta : Ow!

M!Reader : Absolutely! Well.... chuckles it's probably because I'm her boyfriend/husband but who knows

Noelle : Are you happy now Asta? His her–.....

Noelle : .......

Yuno : .....

Asta : .......

Asta : Did...... Did you just say.... Boyfriend/husband.....

M!Reader : Yeah!

Yuno : What–

Asta/Noelle : WHAAT!!?

Asta : Why would you pick.... SUCH a barbarian As your–........

[Asta, Noella and yuno felt a giant flaming paws clinging onto their heads]

Asta : ......

Yuno : ......

Noelle : ......

[Asta and yuno thought 💭]

AGAIN?!!/not again....

[The three slowly turn their heads slowly to reveal mereoleona staring down at the three of them absolutely pissed]

Mereoleona : You three....

10 Minutes later

[Noelle, Yuno and Noelle on their knees still having mereoleona's paws still on them while Y/N trying to convince her not to punish them]

M!Reader : My dear... Please calm down... Asta just wanted me to answer a couple of questions....

Mereoleona : I heard a certain someone... Called me a barbarian now I wonder who that would be....

[Mereoleona narrows her eyes at Asta which makes Asta instantly screaming in his mind]

M!Reader : Baby calm down, I promise they weren't a bother

Mereoleona : ........Sighs fine....

[Y/N starts smiling and kiss her cheek]

Asta : Thank you for having Mercy!✨–

Mereoleona : The only reason why your mouth isn't tapped onto the wall right now is because of Y/N....

Asta : yes ma'am....