#Robin op x reader

[cinnbar-bun]

First Love / Late Spring (Nico Robin x Reader)

Summary: "Wild women don't get the blues, but I find that lately, I've been crying like a tall child."

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~2.4k

Notes: GN!reader, flowery prose, not specified timeline wise but after Enies Lobby, Robin going through her feelings. I always imagine Robin would be extra nervous about falling in love, for some reason.

“What are you doing up so late?” Robin’s not surprised someone was walking close to her- years of remaining vigilant had made her hyper aware of her surroundings at all times. It does, however, take her aback when she recognizes that voice as yours. She glances up to you, peeling her eyes away from the book she was reading to see your smiling face. 

You look so gentle, yet why does her heart tighten and why does she find herself trembling in front of you? 

She doesn’t feel this way with the other members of the crew. She doesn’t feel as if she wants to run miles away from them. 

Something about you almost terrifies her, making her feel like a scared child again. But she’s grown, loved by this crew- she shouldn’t feel this way. Especially not to you, you who has been so kind and considerate towards her. 

“Just reading. Like usual,” she responds, forcing her eyes to the book. 

You terrify her. You scare her. You make her feel weak. You make her want to scream- scream loudly to the seas that she can’t be near you. That she can’t look at you, or else she’ll be frozen in fear. 

But she is weak and her eyes drift to your chuckling face. Your eyes are beautiful. They reflect the bright stars in the sky and she wants to throw herself into them. 

You fascinate her. You intrigue her. You make her feel alive. You make her want to scream loudly to the sea she needs you next to her or else she will feel empty. She can’t look at you, or else she’ll be stuck staring into your eyes and wishing for a way to drown in them. 

The way you make her feel is so foreign, so alien, and she despises this feeling that eats her alive inside and out. She hates that she is both repulsed and spellbound by you. She hates that she loves when you smile at her. She hates how her breath leaves her lungs when her hand accidentally comes into contact with yours. 

She shouldn’t be behaving like this. For god’s sake- she’s the Demon Child!- she should be beyond this. She should not be affected by things like this. And even though this feeling is new, unlike anything she’s ever felt for anyone else, she knows the word that describes this feeling. 

Even thinking of the word terrifies her. Scares her more than anything. 

When it comes to this feeling- this cursed word that she dare not ever utter or dream about- she finds herself going back to her old train of thought. 

Survive. Run away. Forget this. Leave it alone. Kill all the feelings. Let them scatter to the wind like ripped petals. Don’t you dare give in. Don’t you dare believe. 

But that young part of her that dares to dream and hope whispers in her ear again and again. 

Oh, but let’s dream about this, can’t we? Why can’t we just tell them? Wouldn’t it be nice? Just like those fairytales we’ve read about! Just like those people who had happy homes and long lives together. That could be you. 

It could be you. 

You and them. 

Wouldn’t that be so nice? 

And she wants to believe so bad. Truly, it takes every fiber of restraint within her to not pour out her feelings and spout all the nonsense in her head that is filled with you. All the garbled and fragmented trains of thought she buries down deep inside that always end up leading back to you. Dreams and hopes she never allowed herself to have ever since that fateful, terrifying day that led her to this point. 

It should be simple, yet she never has the heart to say it. Her heart is racing a mile a minute and her thoughts are jumbled with all the things she can’t muster the courage to say. She is strong, she’s made friends, she even has a crew of people who were willing to go against the government for her. 

You stare peacefully into the water, the sea a dark abyss Robin thinks would be far more comfortable to sink in than this situation she finds herself in. You look so at ease that she wonders what’s going on inside your head. 

Do you think of me like I think of you? Do you dream about me, wonder about me, look at me the way I do to you? Do you imagine us together? Do you want me? Do you like me? 

Would you hurt me? What if you say no? What if you don’t think of me that way, what will happen next? Will I be alone again? Will you avoid me, will you never want to look at me? 

Are you… are you as terrified of me as I am of you? 

“Robin,” your voice calls to her. 

“Yes,” she responds a bit too quickly for her liking. 

“Look,” you point to the sky and she notices a shooting star falling into the horizon. “Make a wish!” 

She hadn’t done that sort of thing in years. Wishing often was a pointless task that just led her to disappointment in her younger days when she saw them. But your eyes were slammed shut while you clenched your fists, deep in thought on what must of have been a serious wish. The look on your face makes her chuckle, easing her tension for a moment. 

And then… she lets out a breath and closes her eyes.

I wish… I wish to continue to be by your side, (Y/n). I wish for us to be together for a long time. I want my happiness to be with you and this crew forever. 

That’s not too selfish to ask for, is it? 

I hope that’s not unbecoming of me in your eyes. What would you think if you knew what I thought? 

“I hope your wish comes true,” you state. 

“What did you wish for?” She asks you curiously. 

“Robin!” You gasp. “You can’t say your wish! Otherwise, it won’t come true!” 

Her brows raise. “Oh, you can’t?” 

“Well… I’m sure you can, but usually it’s just something that’s said. Superstition and all.” 

“I don’t believe in things like that,” Robin grins. “Maybe by saying what you want, it’s more likely to come true.” 

After all, after saying her wish, she finally got to be a part of this crew and welcomed into their open arms. 

“That’s a good way to think of it. So, what did you wish for?” 

Her heart stops. She can only blankly look into the sky with that shocked look on her face, unsure of what to say. 

She feels like a child again. Like the young girl who stared into the stars and begged and pleaded for anyone- anything- to answer her cries. Nothing’s really changed, has it? She would still be that same, scared girl when it came to those desires deep within her. 

How could she ever open herself to that and allow you to witness her, everything exposed for you to see? 

“Oh, if it’s personal, you don’t have to say it,” you add, noticing the far-out look her in eyes. 

“No,” she whispers quietly. 

“No, what?” 

“No. I…” What was she trying to get to, she wonders. What was it she so desperately wished to let out? 

“Robin, seriously, you don’t need to tell me,” you say in a concerned tone. “You know I’d never force you to do something like that.” 

“I know.” I know. I know that. It’s why I want to risk it all for this. I want to throw caution to the wind and tell you what’s been bubbling inside. 

You spread your arms wide to hug her, a gesture she appreciates but only makes her tremble outwardly. 

“I care for you, Robin. You don’t ever have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” you gently comfort her. Her throat tightens as her eyes begin to water. 

Please don’t say that… please don’t give me hope…

You feel an arm wrap around you as Robin pulls you in closer, summoning more arms to cover you in the blanket she had on her shoulders. 

“Robin?” Your eyes gaze into her blue ones. Your eyes are so kind and worried for her, all for her, and she sees her scared reflection in them. 

“I care for you, too,” she begins, swallowing loudly in this silent and tense moment. “And I appreciate all you do.” 

Her jaw is clenched and her arms are shaking. Her mouth opens then shuts, unsure. 

“Why are you about to cry? Is something bothering you?” 

“No…” she lies. You place a hand on her cheeks, causing her to stiffen before she leans into your touch. The tears that threaten to pour only grow as she refuses to look away from you. Her head bobs up and down as she tries to wipe a tear. 

You can only watch as she begins to sob in your presence, covering her eyes to avoid the source of her shame and desires. 

“Yes,” she pathetically admits. She hadn’t cried like this in ages. She hadn’t been so weak since that day- why do you make her feel like this? 

“I’m right here, Robin,” you tell her, hoping she will say what’s on her mind. She shakes her head. 

“Don’t say that. Don’t say such sweet things to me like that. I-I know that even if I’m here, no matter what, I am still the Devil Child,” she tries to explain. 

“What? What are you talking about?” 

“I… There are some things that I can never have, even amongst this crew.” 

Your eyes widen in shock at what she’s saying. “What do you mean? Robin, you can have whatever you want here. Whatever you want or need, we’re all here for you.” 

You don’t understand, you don’t understand! 

“I love you!” She screams, her voice echoing into the boundless sky as she throws her hands into the air. “I love you, and it kills me!” 

She slaps a hand over her mouth when she realizes what she just admitted on impulse. The shocked look on your face further exacerbates her anxiety. 

“N-no, I didn’t- I’m sorry, please don’t-” 

“Do you mean that?” 

“I…” 

“Do you really mean that? Do you really love me?” You ask, placing a hand over your heart. She gulps and nods, knowing she has nowhere else to go.

“I do. I have, for a while now,” she replies, looking at the floor. You quietly embrace her again, making her jump before she wraps her arms around you. She rests her chin on top of your head and gazes off to the sea. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize. I’m… I’m really happy to hear that, actually.” 

“You are?” 

“Mhm. I’ve loved you, too,” you smile. She pulls back from the hug and tries to scan your face for any sign of deceivement or lies. But you are so sincere, so earnest in your feelings, she can’t help but feel her cheeks heat up. Robin’s shoulders relax as her hands drop to her sides. 

“You have?” 

Oh, please don’t be untrue. Please don’t be a cruel joke. 

“Of course. How could I not? You’re Nico Robin,” you chuckle. “You’re practically perfect in every way.” 

“I am?” She questions, suddenly feeling heart beat faster. Not in the anxious way it beat into her ribs like a hammer, but in the way a young girl does when finally feeling her love requited. The way those princesses would most certainly feel when they were embraced by their loves. The way all things come clear in a singular moment, when flowers open to reveal their soft petals, when the world doesn’t exist except for you and her. Her and you. You and your smile. Her and her heartbeat. Her and her slowing breath. You and your airy laugh. 

Oh… you… 

“Yeah. You’re wonderful, Robin,” you nod. “You’re lovely. I can’t describe it.” 

“I feel the same way,” she quietly laughs, wiping the remainder of her tears. “I couldn’t describe it. I didn’t think love was supposed to be this…” 

“Crazy?” You joke.

“That doesn’t even describe the half of it,” she grins. “It made me lose my damn mind over and over.” 

“And now?” 

Robin places her hand on top of yours. “And now… I can breathe easier for a moment. I feel as if I jumped, I could fly over this sea. But it also feels like I don’t want to be anywhere without you.” 

You place your other hand on top of hers. “Then we don’t have to go separately. We can go anywhere together.” 

A few more hands pop out and hold yours. You two laugh at the visual and enjoy the intimacy of this night. 

“Can I be selfish and ask you take me where you go?” She asks, that adoring look in her eyes making you melt. 

“It’s not selfish. Not at all. I wouldn’t want to go without you, anyways,” you explain. 

“Even if I didn’t make sense, like now, would you still listen to me?” 

“Of course. I could listen to you for hours.” 

The tears are fully gone, leaving only a Robin whose smile is brighter than that of the moon and the thousands of stars that litter the sky. That word that she so dreaded, so feared, felt so isolated from, is now in her grasp. 

Love. 

Her very first love. 

For the first time, her heart feels so feel in a way that harkens back to her childhood self. 

This is what we wished for for so long, wasn’t it? We’ve waited so long for this type of feeling. If you were to see me now, would you be excited? Would you be happy we finally made it? 

“I take it your wish came true?” You ask cheekily. She nods. 

“Yes. Yes, it very much did,” she replies as she presses her lips to your forehead.

[jadedrrose]

A Coincidence

This is my @onepiece-blorboexchange’s Secret Santa event gift to @owlight! I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you enjoy it, Owl! <3 Happy Holidays!!

Warnings: Lots of fluff, gender neutral reader, though AFAB is implied (reader shares the girl’s quarters with Nami and Robin, but it’s mostly bc who would wanna sleep with all the crazy Strawhat boys? Def not me)

This entire plan was so nerve wracking, you thought you were going to explode. In a good way? Maybe. You also felt giddy and excited, a blush rising to your cheeks every time you thought of what you were going to do tonight.

You wanted to propose to Robin. Rather, you were going to. But being on just a ship, there wasn’t much room to escape your girlfriend; you knew she was catching on and would maybe even figure it out if she ended up talking to you. So far, today you hadn’t really seen her. You wondered what she was up to.

The plan so far had gone smoothly. You had to confide in Sanji about the plan, as you wanted him to make a special dinner for just you and Robin. You requested that he make her favorite meal, sandwiches. But of course, you thought just a sandwich was too simple. So you’d asked your crew mate if he could make a sandwich board, where the two of you could have multiple types along with many toppings to choose from. You’d also requested a cake for after dinner.

Then you had to talk to Nami. You wanted Robin to dress nice (not that she didn’t already) for the dinner. You’d asked that she come up with some reason to get her dressed up. Nami gladly accepted your request, but not before squealing and getting excited at your news.

Then, there were the ones who couldn’t know. At all. Luffy, for one. The guy couldn’t keep any secret, even his own. If you or anyone else let it slip to him that you were going to do a surprise proposal dinner, he would scream the words back at you in excitement, therefore letting the whole ship know.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, but Zoro. He tended to be a bit forgetful (especially with the way he’s constantly getting himself lost), and would probably accidentally say something.

The other boys, you weren’t really sure. Franky could keep a secret, probably, but you had no real reason to let him in on it. You didn’t need to tell Usopp because you were certain Nami would be gossiping about the whole ordeal with him. But you didn’t really mind. Brook? He’d end up spying on you or Robin the rest of the day and ruin it. You weren’t too sure about Chopper. Much like your captain, he was childish at times and would probably say something by accident while fooling around. But you did trust Chopper, a lot. In the end, you decided to just forget about telling anybody else. Two (three?) people were enough, especially with all of you confined to the ship.

Then you needed to somehow set up the scenery without exposing the whole thing. You figured you’d tie it all into Christmas since the holiday was only a few days away. Nami ended up helping you with that. The two of you set up a table in the garden, putting red and gold dishware on it on top of a satin table cloth. Nami put decorative lights and ornaments on her trees, and you placed light up-garland around the entire garden. When the two of you finished that, you then needed to come up with a way to get yourself ready, since all three of you shared a room. Nami decided on asking Robin to go up to the bath with her so they could just have girls time, and when Robin would inevitably ask why you weren’t joining, Nami would say that you were too tired and went to take a nap. It sounded good in theory, you just hoped Robin would actually say yes to the bath in the first place.

You briefly went into the kitchen to see how things were going. Sanji was mixing the cake ingredients, prepping it for baking. You eyed over all the ingredients poured out onto the counter, pausing on the sugar. “Don’t add too much in, you know she doesn’t like it very sweet,” you told the cook.

“Yeah yeah, geez, y/n, you act as if I’ve never even met her before. I know everyone on this ship’s exact tastes, what they do like, what they hate.” He replied as he mixed up the batter.

“Who have you supposedly never met before?”

Your eyes went wide at her voice. Her warm, gorgeous voice. One side of you panicked over what she may have overheard, the other side swooned over the idea of hearing her say vows to you, in that perfect voice of her’s. Shaking your head, you turned to see her.

“Oh, Robin! Coincidentally enough, it was you,” you spoke, trying to save yourself. “Sanji’s making everyone a cake for the holidays, and I just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t end up being too sweet.”

You glanced over to Sanji who just hummed, seemingly surprised at how quickly you recovered there.

“How kind of you, my love,” Robin praised, a smile on her face.

You blushed, becoming flustered all over again.

“What are you doing in here anyways, Robin?” Sanji asked, seeing you struggling to control your face.

“Oh, I just came in to grab some coffee. I’ll be out of your way in a couple moments.”

“Ah, I don’t mind, Robin-chan. You could never get in my way.” Sanji mused.

“Have you forgotten that I’m y/n’s? You don’t need to continue with the silly talk,” she giggled.

You thought you were going to pass out. Normally you wouldn’t react to her remarks like that, but given your plans for tonight, and just how head over heels you currently felt, everything she did or said had a stronger effect on you.

“Well. I’m going to go shower quickly,” you said, thinking of any escape. “I’ll see you guys at dinner, or whenever we next run into each other.”

“Okay, y/n. See you then,” Sanji said, winking at you. Of course… it did just look like him normally blinking, but you could tell the difference at this point. His winks always lasted longer and his face was more expressive.

“Bye, my love,” Robin spoke as she stood near the coffee machine, watching you closely as you left the room with a wave in her direction.

—

You were able to shower and get ready without any interference. Everything about the more difficult part of the plan was going smoothly by some miracle. You knew that you were running out of time before Nami and Robin would be back from the bath, so you hurried when getting yourself ready.

You did your normal routine just with a few extra steps added in so that you’d be all dressed up for the occasion. You put on an outfit that you’d picked out for this specific night on the last island you’d all stopped at. Looking yourself over in the mirror, you tried to control the sweat forming on your brow.

“It’ll all be fine,” you tried convincing yourself, “Everything will go smoothly…”

But what if Luffy got to the food before you and Robin could? What if Zoro had stolen all the available alcohol and left you with not even wine to share with your girlfriend?

The ‘what ifs’ kept popping up as you left the room and went to the kitchen to meet Sanji. He was already waiting for you so the two of you could get the food taken up to the spot you’d prepared.

You must’ve checked over the table thirty times before finally deciding everything looked neat and fancy. Then you sat down, and began to wait for Robin.

You fiddled with the ring that sat in your pocket, hoping she’d at least like it. You’d looked over all the jewelry she owned and tried your best to find something that you knew she would love. Even if you were pretty confident, you still had some self-doubts.

Then, you heard it. The chatter of her and Nami speaking to each other as they headed up to the garden.

“Oh, what’s all this?” Nami exclaimed, pretending as though she hadn’t helped you set it all up.

“It would seem the garden’s been decorated,” Robin observed. Then her eyes landed on you.

“Y/n?”

You smiled at her sheepishly, feeling a deep blush creep onto your cheeks as she gazed at you.

“Hmm, seems real romantic. Guess I better leave you two alone then!” Nami said, waving to you and running off. Though you had a feeling she’d be watching.

Robin sat down across from you, a smirk on her face. She was wearing a black lace dress over a deep colored purple long sleeved shirt. She also had some black heels on, making her even more tall than she already was.

“You did all this?” She asked, folding her hands under her chin.

“Yeah… wanted to make a nice dinner for us. Well, Sanji made the food… I set it all up,” you explained. “Shall we eat?”

“Of course, I’m starving anyways.”

The two of you ate, and during that time you noticed Robin had a smug look about her. Like she knew something was up.

You knew that if she kept looking at you like that, you’d eventually break. So it was best to get on with the plan before you were a nervous sweaty mess.

“Uhm, Robin?” You started, getting her attention.

“Yes, love?” She smiled at you through her wine glass.

“Well,” you started, realizing you hadn’t prepared a speech. “You know I love you. Really, I have since we met. Even if you were technically the enemy then,” you giggled. “But, considering that was years ago now, I figured it was time we uhm… took the next step?”

“What do you mean by that?” She asked. But you could tell she’d figured it all out by now. She was simply playing along.

“Robin,” you pulled the ring from your pocket and took one of her hands, placing the ring into it. “Will you.. uhm, m-marry me?”

Damnit. Why’d you have to stutter?

It didn’t help that she started giggling. Her other hand lifted to her lips as she continued to laugh, shaking her head.

“Oh y/n, of course I will. But it’s such a coincidence,” she spoke, moving her free hand down to her skirt, pulling something from her pocket.

A ring. That was clearly of your taste, clearly meant for you.

“I had the same idea, darling. In fact, I was going to ask you tonight, too,” she smiled. “But I decided to wait it out once I caught you and Sanji in the kitchen earlier.”

“Y-you knew?” You stammered, face turning red.

“Of course I did,” she giggled. “But it’s so endearing. That you did all of this, just for me. Thank you, y/n.”

As you recovered from the shock that she knew all along, the two of you exchanged the rings and slid them onto each other’s fingers. It was then that you heard a squeal from not too far away, seeing Nami jumping up, Usopp beside her, clapping.

“Oh those two…” you rolled your eyes. “Of course they were spying.”

“That’s alright, I don’t mind,” Robin said.

A moment later, Nami was up in the garden, ushering for you and your now fiancée to come on down for cake.

The whole crew was waiting for the two of you, and they all jumped to greet you with hugs and words of congratulations.

“Woohoo! Let’s have a banquet for this!” Luffy shouted, using his power to wrap his arms around both you and Robin.

“But Luffy, we just ate!” You protested, squished between him and Robin.

“Then eat again!”

You rolled your eyes at your captain’s antics, as he let go finally.

“I think it’s time for cake, then,” Sanji said, presenting the cake you’d requested. “Robin-chan’s favorite, and of course, y/n’s too, since Robin had asked me to do the exact same thing.”

You turned to Robin then.

“Did you?”

“Yes,” she confirmed. “It seems we had the exact same idea of a proposal. I’ll take it as a sign we’re meant for each other, hm?”

You blushed, shyly looking to your feet. “Yeah… I suppose we are.”

The immature bunch of the boys all started yelling out things like “ew, get a room!” but it was all lighthearted fun. You could only imagine how they’d act at your wedding, now.

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Sir/Ma'am/Miss

It makes them feel in control but not like they have too much power over you. A simple “Yes, Sir/Ma'am” from you before following an instruction has them ready to tear you apart and put you back together again. You're so well mannered and such a good girl, they'll do anything you ask of them if you throw a “Please Sir/Ma'am” at the end.

- Mihawk, Crocodile, Robin, Sabo, Tashigi

Baby

They love when you take the reins, they love hearing “Does that feel good baby?” as you work your fingers inside them, and they love hearing you coo about how pretty your baby is after they cum. The simple and affectionate term stirs a warmth inside them that they can't compare to anything else.

- Sanji, Nami, Ace, Buggy

Captain

At first, they think you're poking fun at their title/questioning their authority. You're a brat, a teasing “C'mon Captain” falling from your lips as you whisper how horny you are to them right out on the deck. However when they're fucking you so deep, just like you begged them too, and you moan out the title it ignites the possessive streak within them. They are your captain and you belong to them and no one else.

Law, Shanks, Kidd

Daddy/Mommy

When the name first falls from your lips, their whole demeanour changes. The way you cling to them as you whine about how close you are and then slip out a high pitched “Please daddy/mommy” has their hips snapping into you with purpose. They press tender kisses all over your skin promising that they'll take good care of you.

Smoker, Reiju, Hina

Their name

Plain and simple. They don't need to hear anything else. It strikes a possessiveness in them that even you're slightly unnerved by. They'll do anything just to hear their name from those pretty lips. Every time you moan out their name when they're fucking you so good they tell you to do it louder so that everyone else is the surrounding area knows exactly who's making you feel that good.

Zoro, Jinbe, ZORO, Ace, Have I mentioned Zoro yet?, Buggy, zoro

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Prompt: their reaction to you asking them to go faster

Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Robin, Nami, Ace

Warnings: absolute filth, dirty talk, cream pies, squirting, scissoring, teasing, use of toys, bondage/restriction

Luffy

- is already jackhammering into you like nobodies business so when he hears “oooh…. Please Luffy faster…” He takes it as a challenge

- The speed he’s fucking you becomes inhuman, a blur to anyone looking

- Your pussy is on fire in the best ways and you quickly lose the ability to do anything other than moan

- “Yer such a good little slut for your Captain ain’t ya Y/N?”

- You are the definition of brain dead by the end of it

Sanji

- he’s teasing you, bringing you close to the edge with his tongue, his fingers, his cock, until you can’t take anymore

- You beg him to fuck you properly, go faster, go harder ANYTHING

- You just want to cum so badly and Sanji is eating it up

- “Hmm think you should beg a little more mon Cherie, let me hear how much you want it.”

- Has you squealing and babbling for anyone to hear before he’ll let you cum

- And when Sanji finally gives in, he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow and he’s the last man on the planet

- You see stars and almost pass out from the strength of your climax

Zoro

- He’s fucking you from behind, tucked in an alleyway in some town you’d all stopped at for the day

- Has you bent over a random table stashed there, ass in the air

- When he hears the word faster from your lips, Zoro is enraged

- “You think you can take it little girl? You’re trembling all over my cock making a mess already,” he punctuates each word with a fierce thrust, “you want faster? I don’t want any complaining when it’s too much for you Princess.”

- He smacks your ass with each thrust, pounding you, slapping of balls against clit echoing through the alleyway

- You feel your pussy bruising from the force, each jab stabbing his tip against your cervix, knocking into you at an absolutely delicious angle

- Zoro fills you so full of his cum that it overflows, dripping around his still buried cock

Robin

- she’s got arms all over you, holding you down and mercilessly teasing you for what felt like hours

- She has rotated between her mouth, toys, and various fingers, making you squirt to the point of dehydration

- “I think we can get one more out of you my love, don’t you?” Her voice is so soft yet mocking, Robin’s mouth against the shell of your ear

- She sets a tantalisingly slow paced against your already battered clit, stroking at the angle she knows drives you crazy

- Your hands are captured in a set of her own, held up high against the headboard as you thrash and moan

- “Rob’ faster please need more…” you pant out, completely delirious with pleasure

- Robin let’s put a delicious full bodied laugh and gives you a hard tap on the breast

- “Now now, don’t get greedy, you’ll take whatever I give you sweetheart….”

Nami

- she’s bouncing up and down, her own slick pussy grinding hard against yours

- The friction was immense and you felt pulsing bursts of electricity with every brush of her lips against yours

- You felt Nami change angle slightly, her long orange hair cascading a curtain above you

- The smell of her tangerine shampoo drove you wild, bucking up to meet her swaying with renewed intensity

- You begged for her to go faster and she grabbed ahold of your nipples, teasing and twisting them as she ground down onto your clit even harder, hips creating a figure eight against you

- You came with a cry and Nami followed soon after, lazily jolting against you as you both rode out the waves of your pleasure

Ace

- when he hears the word a malicious chuckle falls from his lips

- he’s already got you bent in half, back to chest, riding his cock, holding your legs up around your ears as you fall up and down on his cock

- pistons up into you with ferocity, jostling you back and forth as he does

- he’s using you at this point, his cock treating your hole with brutality

- rushes towards his own release and only then will he reach a hand down towards your clit

- “come on then baby girl, hurry up and cum since your whining so much for it.”

- attacks your clit like an enemy, rubbing against your folds with intensely warm fingertips

[onepiece-fics]

Strawhats' reaction to their S/O napping randomly in weird places

Summary: Strawhats reacting to their partner falling asleep in weird places in positions randomly.

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader. General fluff. Mentions of gaslighting but in a joking way (incredibly unserious).

Word count: 1126 

Luffy

Honestly, he’s too stupid to consider that it could be a health issue so he just kinda thinks it’s cute

It’s not until someone like Chopper or Nami asks him if you’re okay that he’s like “Wait a damn minute…. Is my partner okay???”

He’ll confront you about it, super concerned, asking if you’re dying and you’ll be like “ ??? what now???”

He’ll sit with you as Chopper examines you with very stern eyebrows. When Chopper tells him that you’re fine he has the BIGGEST smile on his face.

Would probably either join your naps (and also sleep in weird places/positions) or poke you until you wake up lol. 

Zoro

Dude will join your naps, no questions asked.

He’ll ask you if you’re okay, but once you tell him that you’re fine he shrugs his shoulders and just lies down near you. 

If you look particularly uncomfortable if you’ve somehow squeezed yourself in between two boxes or something he might pick you up and plop you down in a hammock instead.

Most of the time though he just sits or lays down next to you, with an arm around your shoulder or waist.

He knows you think it's adorable to wake up with him half-snuggled into you <3

Nami

Before you start dating she might judge you a little. She might give you a weird look when she finds you hanging from your legs in her tangerine trees lmao.

When you start dating though she’ll find it cute as hell. Whenever she’s just walking around on the ship and finds you in the most random places it’ll make her giggle. 

When she finds you she’ll squat down beside you, move your hair from your face, and give you a kiss on your forehead as you wake up.

“Wake up sleepyhead, surely this can’t be comfortable?” she’ll say teasingly as she pulls you up on your feet (and drags you away to go cuddle somewhere) 

Usopp

He thinks it’s soooo cute but…. He might jokingly gaslight you about it.

“Oh Y/N? Remember that time I found you sleeping in the Cola barrel and you heat all of Franky's cola up with your body temperature? No? Dang, and Franky got so sad about the Cola too…”

He’ll only gaslight you for a little bit though before kissing you and telling you it’s a joke. He’s not doing it maliciously, he just thinks it’s funny to tease you and make up stories (and tell them to Chopper who totally believes it every time)

Honestly, I feel like Usopp would be the type to tuck blankets and pillows away in the most random places that you tend to fall asleep in, in hopes that you would use them.

He would also tell you to call for him if you start feeling sleepy so he can wake you up! 

In reality though, if you do call for him he’ll just get super soft and cuddly with you and you’d both end up napping together. 

Sanji

He’d be SO worried about you it’s not even funny

Would be sprinting to Chopper with you in his arms the first time you fall asleep in a weird place asking him to cure you immediately

After an intense check-up from Chopper (with Sanji crying, holding your hand) he’ll be so relieved that you’re fine.

He might scold you if he finds you in positions that look particularly uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t ever wake you up. He’d just pick you up and place you on a sofa somewhere and wait until you woke up to scold you.

Like Usopp, he would also ask you to tell him if you were feeling sleepy, but with cuddling 110% in mind.

If you ever come over to him and tell him that you’re sleepy you best believe this man is dropping WHATEVER he’s doing to pick you up and run somewhere you two could cuddle. 

Chopper

As a doctor, he’ll ask you some questions about it and be able to give you some advice on what to do.

Might prescribe you melatonin pills to take when you go to bed at night in hopes that you don’t nap at weird times/places.

Would definitely keep an eye on you and might get upset if you nap when he tells you not to (how could you do that to the poor doctor T_T)

Robin

I don’t think Robin would be all too worried honestly, I think she’d just find it cute

Similarly to Zoro, I think she might sit/lay next to you if she finds you and just read for a bit, stroking your hair if you’re lying in her lap.

She trusts that both you and Chopper know what’s healthy or not regarding your naps.

She might propose a daily naptime for you lol. Like, just a 40 min nap time where you’re leaning against her in the hammock or something like that.

Franky

It takes him a while to notice at first, and when someone tells him they found you under a carpet in the dining room he doesn’t believe them at all. When he goes to look for you and finds you under the dining room carpet though…. He loses his mind.

Honestly, I feel like Franky would just be baffled more than anything.

“But why would you nap there?? Aren’t there better places to nap? What if someone steps on you?” Mans is just incredibly confused. 

Might make you a smartwatch that gives him a notification whenever you fall asleep so he can go get you and put you to bed lol 

After it happens like 10 times he just starts joking about it even though he still doesn’t really understand. 

Brook

Another one that doesn’t really reflect on how weird it is lol

If he sees you lying somewhere random on deck he might just laugh at you

Will tease you about it when you wake up, might even make a stupid rhyme about it and get Luffy and Chopper in on the teasing as well 

But it’s all lighthearted at the end of the day!

Jinbei

I feel like Jinbei would be very confused like Franky, but would ultimately find it kind of cute. 

Might pick you up and carry you to your or his bed and tuck you in with a little kiss on the forehead

More than anything I feel like if another strawhat found you sleeping somewhere weird they would come up to him like “Jinbeiiii, they fell asleep on the stairs againnn” like it’s his duty to go pick you up lol. 

He might tease you a little bit about it because he finds it silly, but more than anything he finds it cute. 

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Really sleepy and so like sleeping with you headcannons lets go

I'm not sure half of these are even on the same vibe so uhm like do with that what you will, this is so long and it's atrocious but oh well. Also sorry if its ooc😻

I think maybe one line of suggestive in Franky's and Namis.

I feel like i forgot someone tbh..

Luffy

Sleeps anywhere and everywhere but sleeps better and longer next to you. Thus he is obsessed with sleeping with you and whenever he wants to sleep now you have no choice you must take sleep too. He snores and drools but that's kind of a win because then he doesn't care if you do yk? Loves taking naps with you and it's a way he likes to connect with you. Always kisses you before you sleep and after you wake up. He's so comfortable to lie next to because he's so squishy and he holds you in like every way possible because he doesn't have to worry about circulation being cut off or anything.

Zoro

Again he will sleep literally anywhere. He sleeps like a log but somehow you are the only person able to wake him up, Robin theorises it's his observation haki keeping an eye on you but whatever it is you are Zoros designated alarm clock. However, there is about a 30% chance that when you wake him up, he will just snatch you to cuddle and go back to sleep. You cannot escape his hold and if you keep trying to wake him up he'll just bite you(gently) idk he's feral. Depends on his schedule if he's comfortable or not, usually when he's bulking up he's squishier and it's nice to cushion your head on.

Sanji

Never naps and it's so alarming. How does he survive on like 6 hours everyday we will never know. Anyways he's very clingy when he's sleepy but in like a 'I don't want to bother you so I'll just sit over here looking really forlorn', just take the man to bed. Is somehow so comfy to sleep with it's actually annoying because after a certain point you just can't sleep alone anymore. Always tucks you in if you don't get up at the same time as him and he'll leave little snacks and drinks on your bedside table for when you do wake up. Sanji has a more lean muscly build so it's more comfortable to have him lie on top of you and he is not complaining in the slightest.

Nami

Loves cuddling in the winter, hates it in the summer. She's really sensitive to the temperature yk it's that innate sense of the weather, so when it's hot she is hot. But she really likes being able to touch you, so after a certain point she just forces franky to install(invent) air conditioning and it makes the summer so much more bearable. After this there's no escape, you will be cuddling every night (unless boundaries yk). She always tries to convince you stay in bed in the morning...and it always works. She's very persuasive okay. Lets you use her as a pillow, like her chest or thighs or tummy, she just wants to be next to you.

Usopp

Really shy about sleeping with you the first time. Only the first time. After that well lets just say you created a monster. He's really good at telling when you need a nap, especially when you won't admit it. He just subtly ushers you to a comfy spot and then oh what a surprise your eyes are getting really heavy and hm Usopp wouldn't mind if you leant on him for a bit and then snoreville. He thinks you're so pretty when you're sleeping because you look so peaceful and relaxed, so even if he's not tired he will always agree to a nap. He will carry you to bed. And he's so casual about it too, I guess because you're not like watching him directly so he's just like really chill.

Robin

Actually has a nap schedule with her sleep schedule, she usually takes a very short one after lunch because her power can be quite draining and so once you find this out it's just a big cuddle session which she loves. She tends to keep you to a sleep schedule too but she won't force you if you are really insistent on staying up, but she will say I told you so when you're grumpy and feel sick the next day. So lovely to sleep with, she barely moves, never hogs the blanket, doesn't snore and somehow always stays very cool even in the summer. She also always makes sure you get into bed safely if you're drunk or ill, even if she is too, she really cares about you.

Franky

I won't lie...he builds himself an entire like cushion add-on thing so you can comfortably sleep next to him. He looks like a giant marshmallow man it's so funny. But also it's so cute because he takes your comfort so seriously and he runs multiple tests to make sure it's the absolute comfiest he can be for you. Loves naps but absolutely adores actual bedtime because of the whole like rituals and because he knows he doesn't have to get up in like an hour. Sometimes he will seriously overwork into the night, but on those occasions it's fairly easy to coax him to bed(😚). Also he wears one of those stupid scrooge hats tbh. And yes he says super in his sleep.

Brook

Really insecure about sleeping together because he thinks he'll be uncomfortable to lie next to or cuddle :(. On the other hand, you're also really worried because you don't want to accidentally hurt him while he's asleep, so for the first few months you sleep in beds that are close enough to hold hands instead. Eventually when you both become comfortable with the idea, you end up sleeping together almost every night and you occasionally nap together too. He wears really soft padded pajamas to make sure you're comfy. It's surprisingly more comfy to sleep next to him than you thought it would be.

I won't lie sometimes you do shit yourself waking up and seeing a skeleton.

Jinbei

So responsible, absolutely will stop you from napping if it's too close to bedtime. He knows sleep is important but he also knows a routine is important...and he can't bear watching you sleep alone so if you mess up your schedule then you're messing up his. This also works for if you try to stay up late too, he'll straight up snatch you off the ground and just carry you to bed no matter how much you complain. Really good cuddler, like really good. He always knows how much pressure to use while holding you and when you want more or less contact, knows when you need extra blankets, when you want to sleep in a hammock instead of a bed. He's got a sixth sense for your sleeping habits (read: he's desperately in love with you).

Law

Really grumpy about it. And really shy. Also he's a hypocrite, he'll stay up working till early hours of the morning but if you dare even try he's stood there staring at you like the mf eyes of notre dame. He always wants to cuddle but absolutely despises asking so again he just stares, you can always tell though because his ears go really red. Once you're in the bed though he's suddenly mr suave i will arrange everything, he will literally pick you up to manoeuvre you both into a better sleeping position and doesn't even bat an eye. He will nap but you have to trick him into it, he secretly loves it and lets you do it even when he knows what's happening.

Kidd

Needs like 15 million blankets to sleep. Uses one of said 15 million blankets to wrap you up like a burrito if you refuse to come sleep/nap with him. But actually it kinda does hurt his feelings so you can make up for it by playing with his hair until he falls asleep. Loves napping, he's like an overgrown cat and he'll sleep literally anywhere. But if it's anywhere other than his or yours (or killers) room he somehow? manages? to scowl? in his sleep? Yeah I don't know but it just stops his crew from messing with him because he looks so angry. Like Zoro he will literally just snatch you if you're in his vicinity, like you walk past for two seconds and then suddenly your vision flips and you're just stuck in this iron grip. He won't let you go and the crew just walk past you too.

Killer

You literally don't sleep together until you've been dating for like a fucking year. He really values his privacy and you really respect it which culminates in neither of you asking for such a long time that you both forget its a common couple thing. Until someone asks why you don't sleep together and then you guys are like huh idk and then that's the day you finally do. He's a good cuddler but he's a blanket hogger and you have to braid his hair before bed or it will end up in your mouth. On the plus side, he will make and leave breakfast or coffee (or anything you want) on your bedside table if he wakes up first. Also he always picks the best bedsheets and eventually buys two quilts so you can at least have some blanket when he snatches it all.

Ace

Naturally runs like a furnance and is hell to sleep next to in the summer. But he gets really grumpy if you dont sleep next to him so the crew make you suck it up I'm sorry. Literally you're like clawing at the walls as they throw you in and lock the door. Anyways he's a really good cuddler and so comfy to sleep with, and he always takes naps with his head in your lap. He loves to have you sleep on him too because he loves to look at your face and stroke you hair, idk he likes being slow with you even though he's really energetic. Being naturally sleepy and like a little radiator also tends to make the people around him sleepy so you two are banned from working next to each other because you both just end up napping.

Marco

He doesn't sleep a lot because well he doesn't really need to. But he adores sleeping with you. It's one of his like favourite 'bonding' activities, especially if you haven't been able to be alone for a while, he just loves being that close and the intimacy of sleeping in each others beds. On another note he's obsessed with making your bed really comfy because as a doctor he knows sleep hygiene is important and as a bird...well yk...nest. He's not shy about it but don't tease him because it will hurt his feelings and he won't tell you to save your feelings, beautiful sweet man that he is. LOVES a good nap/cuddle especially in the winter, if you both have spare time he just bundles you both in a big fluffy blanket and just exists with you for a bit.

Izou

He is surprisingly a really undignified sleeper, which is why you don't sleep in the same room for months when you first get together😭. When you finally do, you wake up with his arm in your face, his hair is everywhere, there's a pillow across the room, the blanket is somehow under the bed, you're just like wtf how. And Izou is just (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿◡⁠`⁠). But he gets better over time because his brain becomes more aware of your presence as you become more important to him and then bedtime settles into comfy chaos. Pillows still end up everywhere but he is now your cushion so you don't really care. He doesn't really nap anywhere that's not his room but if you do then he carries you to bed :).

[factorydefaultlu]

You Tell Them "It's too deep."

One Piece x Reader

Pulls their cock/strap out a bit. "I'm sorry baby, I just got too eager." tries to keep a shallow rhythm, not wanting to hurt you. Might get a bit too eager and go too deep again though.

Sanji, Luffy, Usopp, Koby, Ace

Scoffs and rolls their eyes, "This isn't too deep." then they push their cock/strap further in, making you whine. "This. Is too deep." they pull back out a little and fuck you the way they were originally.

Robin, Nami, Law, Zoro, Helmeppo, Garp, Mihawk, Zeff, Boa Hancock, Shanks, Smoker

Smirks and thrusts in further, loving the way you writhe in pain. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think we were doing this for your pleasure." then makes you take every inch of them.

Crocodile, Doflamingo, Buggy, Kuro, Arlong, Alvida

[cyborg-franky]

Who cheats at games?

Would NEVER cheat! Jinbei, Chopper, Corazon, Whitebeard, Koby, Yamato, Koala, Vivi, Bepo

Cheats but isn't slick at all and gets calught right away. Luffy, Ace, Perona, Shachi, Buggy Cheats and get's away with it. Brook, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Usopp, Doffy, Law, Sabo, Marco, Izou, Crocodile, Shanks, Penguin, Rayleigh Looks like they'd cheat but doesn't. Franky, Killer, Whitebeard, Mihawk, Roger Looks like they wouldn't cheat, but tottaly does. Brook, Robin, Law, Marco, Izou, Boa

Cheats but everyones too scared to say anything. Nami, Kid, Doffy,Izou, Crocodile, Boa Doesn't ever cheat but people think they do and their banned anyway. Corazon, Thatch, Roger Cheats - but always loses anyway. Luffy, Ace, Sabo, Shanks, Perona, Penguin, Shachi Cheats - always wins. Usopp, Doffy, Law, Marco, Crocodile, Rayleigh, Buggy Never cheats - always wins Jinbei, Chopper, Whitebeard, Mihawk, Koby, Koala, Bepo,Benn

[bennysblabbering]

Telling OP characters that your tummy hurts (and you want cuddles)

ft. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Robin, Nami, Law, Ace, Yamato

[luffysscraps]

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Ft; The straw hat pirates

•Luffy

-“huh? Why do you think I call you pretty? Of course you’re pretty! You’re like the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen! You silly girl.” He grabs your waist and tickles you until you can’t laugh any more, all with the widest smile on his face.

•Zoro

-“What type of question is that? You think I’d be dating you if you weren’t?” He looks at you as if you’re stupid for a second then a smile finds its way to his face. “You’re a cutie.”

•Nami

-“Sure you’re pretty, but I’m prettier! Don’t ya think~?” She teases you with a smile sticking her tongue out and flashing a peace sign at you. But then she hugs you and rubs her cheek against yours. “You caught me! I was lying! You’re wayyy cuter then me!”

•Usopp

-“W-well I uh- of course you’re pretty! You’re beautiful! Magnificent! The beautiful partner of the great captain Usopp!” He says with red cheeks and a puffed up chest. Standing tall as he wraps an arm around your shoulder pulling you into his chest.

•Sanji

-“My dear! You’re more then pretty~! You’re beautiful! The apple of my eye! You’re beauty is far too complex for us mortals to understand! You’re a goddess! An angel sent from heaven above gracing me with your presence! You’re-“ The male talks on and on for HOURS about your grace and beauty all with hearts in his eyes.

•Robin

-“Y/N… you’re beautiful.” Is all she says with a sweet smile on her face. Her beautiful ocean eyes gracing yours. Hands appearing from your sides and wrapping you in a hug. It was soft, warm and gentle. Once her hands disappear she moves in and gives you another hug with a soft, closed eyed smile.

•Franky

-“YOU’RE SUPER PRETTY! WHO TOLD YOU, YOU WEREN’T?!? I’LL BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA THEM BABE. U N’ ME 4EVER!” Now you’ve got him started. He’s doing poses and moving rapidly around you, switching from telling you how pretty and beautiful you are to how he’d beat whoever called you ugly into the ground.

[feet010]

(This is not the majority this is just a good portion of fanfics)

I hate when people don't portray a character correctly in a fanfic physically (unless stated in title but I'm talkin about canon fics)😭

I hate to break it to y'all, but unless ur talking about pre-timeskip Law (usually said in title). He is NOT a skinny twink emo boy, blud is BULKED UP

Abs made of steel

[pinyeti]

luffy's gaydar is the real one piece

[bleachification]

⸻ JEALOUS, JEALOUS BOY

pairing: sanji x reader

word count: 5.7k

synopsis: life as a pirate is never boring, especially when your best friend is sanji—a flirtatious chef who can’t seem to sort out his feelings, or yours, for that matter. that makes things all the more complicated when you’re forced to go undercover and sanji is dragged along with you as your very fake husband. the million-dollar question is: when lines start blurring, how do you differentiate between what’s fake and what’s real?

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“We broke up.”

“How long? Two months?”

You shrug. “I stopped counting anniversaries after the first couple of failed ones.”

Sanji swings his knife a tad too forcefully. The loud THUD of it smashing into the cutting board causes you to jump. You peer over the counter and grimace at the sight.

“God, what did that poor tuna ever do to you?”

Sanji continues slicing into the red flesh, more aggressively than before, but still with the same care and precision that he affords every ingredient he touches.

“Why?”

“Why what?” You lift your gaze to his face, smiling softly at the concentration twisting his features. It’s one of the things you admire greatly about Sanji—the sheer dedication and love he has for his craft.

“Why did you break up with him?” Sanji repeats. He’s chopping up a variety of garnish now. Again, with more aggression than necessary.

You raise a brow, but decide not to comment on it.

“What makes you think I was the one who called it quits?”

He sets the knife down and turns to you, blonde bangs falling across his face. Sanji flashes you his signature flirtatious smile, but there’s a strange hint of tension attached to it.

“Who would ever think to break up with you?” He leans in, gaze darkening. “They would have to be crazy.”

You pull back, rolling your eyes. He’s always like this. Coy. Intimate. The ultimate womanizer. Sometimes… you wish it could be different.

“Well, he must have been crazy then.”

“What?” Sanji pauses, confusion etches his expression. “You… wait… he broke up with you?!”

“Don’t sound so surprised. He only beat me to it by a week. I had the decency to try and wait until after Valentines,” you note. You aren’t particularly broken up about the whole thing. Your ex is barely an ex—a summer fling, if anything. But Sanji, on the other hand, is acting as if some horrible crime has been committed.

“I’ll kill him.”

You blink. “Okay. A bit of an overreaction.”

“How dare he…” Sanji mumbles, not hearing you. His hand tightly grips the knife handle, and you swear the temperature just dropped even in the presence of boiling pots and simmering roux.

“Alright, enough. Don’t be so dramatic,” you laugh, moving to gently pry his fingers from their iron grip on the handle. He lets you—watching as you take the blade from him, and relishing in the soft feel of your skin against his. He itches to grab your hand and pull you closer. But he doesn’t. He won’t.

He can’t.

Sanji learned very quickly that his charms and gimmicks weren’t going to work on you. In all fairness, they rarely do, but for some unfathomable reason, he can’t seem to let that particular rejection go. He will always resent that part of him for pushing you away and drawing that boundary—a line you both delicately toe, never to cross over to each other’s side.

Your first meeting was… disastrous, to say the least. Sanji had just met the crew, and was tripping over himself to impress Nami, when you had made your way back to the others after a quick break in the powder room.

You had witnessed all of his shameless flirting and blatant promiscuity on your way back. You immediately took a strong dislike to the blonde chef, his behaviour reminiscent of exes that were none too pleasant.

“I’m back.”

At the sound of your voice, Sanji beamed, turning to strike up another flowery bombardment of compliments and flattery… only to freeze in place when he saw you.

For once, his silver tongue lacked its luster, fumbling before the sight of you.

For once, he knew not what to say or do. He could only stare. Only admire and behold.

“Good job. You broke the chef,” Zoro deadpanned.

You pulled an expression of slight concern and mild annoyance.

“Um… are you alright?” You waved a hand across Sanji’s face. No reaction. The rest of the crew barely paid him any mind, too busy either eating, drinking… or arguing, in Nami and Zoro’s case.

You slipped into the booth next to Zoro, choosing to ignore the bizarre situation, when a deep, rumbling voice belonging to a peg-legged old man boomed from across Baratie.

“SANJI!”

It snapped Sanji out of his stupor, grounding him back into reality.

“Marry me.”

But perhaps not logic.

“What?”

Zoro pulled a face of disgust eerily similar to your own. Somewhere in the background, you vaguely heard Ussop choking on his drink. Nami clapped thunderously on his back. Is she trying to help him or kill him?

Luffy, through all of this, watched with bright, curious eyes.

“Yuuummphh fuu’yyy,” exclaimed Luffy, his mouth full of bread, gravy, and what you can only assume is a whole ribeye steak.

Zoro turned his disgust toward the captain. “Are you kidding?”

Luffy scarfed down another forkful of food, grinning wide as he swallowed the last of his meal. He patted his stomach, content, before turning his attention back to Sanji.

“You’re funny!” He laughed.

“That’s what you were trying to say?!”

Luffy ignored Zoro’s exasperation and just giggled in his usual carefree manner. Sanji ignored them all, choosing only you to spare his attention. You shifted uncomfortably, tension coursing through your veins at the way he watched you. As if you were the greatest treasure in all of the Four Seas and he was the king of the pirates—a man would do anything to covet it. Covet you.

Zoro and Luffy didn’t seem to grasp the situation as they continued to bicker in the background.

“Boys. Stop… FIGHTING!” Nami barked out. A swift smack from the ginger settled them both down, each sulking in a corner as she berated them for their behaviour.

You took a deep breath, willing your nerves to calm. You met Sanji’s eyes and they shone with hope.

“You want me to marry you?”

“Yes. Desperately,” he breathed out.

If heart eyes were real, they would beat within the passion of his gaze. Strong. Intense. Unabashed. You despised it. How could he look at you in that way after mere moments of greetings? It was lust. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more.

“SANJI, GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE!”

Sanji clenched his jaw at the voice, frustration and irritation barely contained. His expression smoothed over as he spoke to you.

“Think it over?”

You raise a brow. “What? The proposal?”

“Precisely that,” he smiled. Gorgeous asshole.

“Over my dead body,” you scoffed. Your rejection didn’t seem to deter him though, the grin on his face still present even as he left for the kitchen.

So many sleepless nights later and Sanji still can’t help but sigh whenever he remembers that day. He wishes he could take back his words, his actions… his everything. Maybe you would love him back if he did. Maybe you wouldn’t be dating morons who don’t even come close to deserving you—not that he does, but he would try.

For you, he would try it all.

Your soft voice breaks him out of his trip down memory lane.

“Seriously, it’s not a big deal,” you reassure.

Sanji wants to shout, But it is! Don’t you get that? How could losing you not be a big deal?

Instead, he shakes his head and takes a long draw from his cigarette. He watches the clouds waft up in lazy rings, circle around your head, and disintegrate into the kitchen heat. Sanji finds it increasingly difficult to meet your eyes.

“Are you alright, love?”

His genuine concern for you makes you smile. “I’m alright, Sanji. I wasn’t that attached, anyway.”

That twinkle in his eyes. It's back again.

“Really? Then what about my initial offer?” he jokes. Though it doesn’t sound like a joke to him. Doesn’t feel like one either.

“What are you talking about?” You ask. You take a spoonful of the broth and bring it to your lips, ignorant of the tense atmosphere. At least until the magnitude of Sanji’s next words drops.

“You know… marrying me.” Sanji holds his breath.

Shit. Why did I say that? He thinks, regretfully.

You falter, the spoon quickly forgotten in the pot. Your appetite disappears just as swiftly.

“Everytime I think we’re having a nice, serious conversation, you just have to go and… say something like that. Aren’t you bored of it? Tired of all the false promises and sweet talk?” You shake your head and stand up to leave.

“[Name], I–”

You cut him off. “I’m disappointed, Sanji.”

“Please, just hear–”

The kitchen door bursts open to show Usopp, who hurriedly beckons you both outside.

“Crew meeting, come on!”

Sanji turns to you, about to say something else, but you ignore him and follow Usopp out into the hallway and up to the deck. Sanji has no choice but to do the same.

Winter has arrived in the form of early nights and fresh snowfall—as if the chilling temperature itself isn’t enough of an indicator. Your breath crystallizes in the air as the three of you venture outside to where you meet the rest of the crew.

Nami has a large sheet of parchment spread flat across the floor with each member of the crew positioned around it in a wide circle. Upon closer inspection, you realize it isn’t one of her usual cartographic maps. It’s a blueprint. And the subject of it… is a castle?

“Nami, what is this?” You ask as you take a seat next to her.

With a pen, she circles a small room located in the eastern wing of the building’s upper level. It sits above a sprawling space. A ballroom, you wager. The schematics look complicated enough.

Nami begins to explain. “This is a blueprint of Ceres Palace, a high-security manor sitting atop the nearest port city. It is home to a powerful noble family…”

She flips the paper over. “…and this.”

A mass of glimmering golden ink shines under the moonlight, every meticulously painted stroke deliberate and delicate. The image is clear.

“Is that a devil fruit?” Robin inquires, eyes narrowing.

“One crafted from solid gold and pure diamond dust, gilded with sea jadeite. It is the most monetarily valuable ‘devil fruit’ in the world, depending on who you ask,” Nami answers. She flips the parchment again. “And we are going to steal it.”

“Wait a damn minu-“

“Hold on-“

“Are we sure that���s-“

A chorus of protests and concerns rise from the rest of the crew, and for good reason. From just a first glance of the palace grounds, you can tell this will be a risky heist, and something in your gut tells you that there’s more to it.

Nami shuts them all up with a pointed glare.

“Do you realize how long I spent drawing up this stupid thing?! One more word from any of you and I will shove it down your throat. Whole,” she threatens.

No one speaks.

“Good. Now, as I was saying, this heist will consist of two parts. The actual theft and the distraction.”

Sanji raises his hand. Nami points at him and nods.

“Why, exactly, are we stealing someone’s gold…er…artifact? I get that we’re pirates but… a bit out of the way, isn’t it?”

Nami, Ussop, and Chopper sigh in unison. The latter ambles your way and climbs into your lap, snuggling for warmth.

“Hello baby,” you murmur. You smile softly as the little reindeer tucks himself into your welcome embrace. You give Chopper a scratch under the chin before turning your attention back to the conversation at hand.

Zoro barely pays any attention, head bobbing a bit. He’s already falling asleep. Typical. Robin, on the other hand, seems to recognize the object.

“I’ve heard of this. Its original name was The Monarch’s Heart. It belonged to the royal family of that island. Twenty years ago, the king’s most trusted advisor spearheaded a coup d’état and a violent rebellion broke out, ending with the execution of the royal family, as well as the usurpation of the former, now exiled, king.” Robin crouches and lightly brushes the blueprint, tracing along its curves. “All this time, the Heart was believed to have been lost amidst war. You’re saying one of the nobles stole it?”

Nami scratches her head and grimaces. “Well, yeah, kinda.”

“What do you mean, ‘kinda’”? You ask.

“We don’t have any proof. Not really,” she shrugs.

“So, again, why are we doing this?” Sanji reiterates.

“We have proof!” Luffy grins. Your captain finally speaks up, too preoccupied with messing with a sleeping Zoro moments ago.

“Luffy—” Nami starts.

“What? I believe the old man. He’s a good guy.” Luffy pats his stomach. “He fed me.”

“What old man?” You’re getting more and more confused as the meeting drags on.

“Luffy. You met the exiled king, didn’t you?” Robin’s eyes twinkle with curiosity.

“Um… I don’t know? I forgot his name but he was nice. Told me about how his stuff got stolen unfairly so I promised to get it back for him.”

“So you don’t even know if he’s telling the truth? What if he was the bad guy, and the nobles who took over overthrew a tyrant?” Sanji blows smoke from his cigarette as he prods.

“He was not,” Robin states factually. “The king was known to be kind and benevolent, catering only to the needs of his people. Since that nation's birth, the royal faction was always at odds with the avaricious nobility. That tension came to a head in the form of a brutal uprising. Though massacre is much more fitting of a description for what occurred.”

“Mhm, mhm, mhm.” Luffy nods vigorously at her words. “So we’re gonna get his gold back for him.”

“Liberating another nation, are we?” Zoro yawns, barely waking up.

“Seems like it,” Nami sighs.

“It’s what the captain wants,” Robin smiles.

“And what Luffy wants…” you begin.

Everyone else groans.

“Luffy gets.”

“So…” Sanji shifts next to you. Closer. His warmth clouds your senses a little and you try to ignore the dizzying effect it has on you. “How do we do this, exactly?”

“I bust down the door and slice ‘em up,” Zoro offers.

“In your dreams, Mosshead. I could take down—”

You pinch his side. Sanji jumps and turns to you, a slight pout on his face. Despite what happened earlier, you find yourself trying not to laugh.

“You’re not doing that, Zoro,” Chopper scolds.

The swordsman tsks. “Fine. Then how the hell are we actually pulling this off?”

Nami explains the plan.

Sanji turns white.

Your mouth drops open. “Excuse me?!”

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“Oh god, I’m going to throw up.”

Robin chuckles as she hands you silken gloves. “Don’t worry. You’ll do just fine. Remember, get in, pull the alarm, get out.”

“Easier said than done,” you grumble.

The plan is actually much more complex than what Robin makes it out to be.

The palace itself has two separate alarm systems—one for the vault, and another in case of fire. If both are activated at the same exact moment, they cause a complete system break, and the fire alarm overrides the theft security, forcing an evacuation with everyone none the wiser.

The plan is for you and Sanji to infiltrate the party under the pretense of a foreign dignitary and his spouse, survey and locate the alarm, cause a distraction, and pull the alarm the precise moment Nami unlocks the vault. All communicated via Den Den Mushi earpieces.

Easy peasy.

Your clothing sticks to you uncomfortably—tight in areas you don’t normally expose to the world. The scented oil in your hair makes you smell like you had just popped fresh out of the oven. A layered film of glittering makeup rests on your features, rendering the person in the mirror a complete, hapless stranger.

“Why did it have to be me?”

And Sanji?

You don’t voice that last bit.

“Nami’s the thief, the other boys would blow their covers immediately, I have other matters to attend to, and Chopper… Well, Chopper’s a reindeer.”

You run a hand through your hair. Anxiety claws at your skin. You feel a sudden urge to feign illness and rid yourself of this ridiculous plan.

“Must we pose as a couple? Surely there are other ways,” you implore.

“The invites we swiped were from married nobles,” Robin reminds.

You groan. Robin pats your shoulder supportively.

“There there. Don’t fret, you’ll do fine. Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Robin gives you another encouraging pat before she ushers you out of the dressing room.

You make your way outside, shivering slightly as the winter winds bite into your skin. The thin fabric of your garments do nothing to shield the cold.

Someone lets out a sharp inhale. You turn towards the noise. Sanji stands to your left, clutching an envelope in hand. His usual suave demeanour is displaced by an air of buzzing anxiety and a starstruck expression.

He’s dressed in a sleek three-piece black suit. It pains you how devastatingly handsome he looks.

“You clean up nice,” you note.

“I…uh. You—Sorry, yeah, what?” Sanji replies, all smooth and intelligent.

“…Pardon?”

Robin watches the entire interaction with a pained grimace. Having enough, she steps up and gently steers you towards Sanji.

“Hurry up, now. They’re expecting you both soon. Don’t forget to stay in character, lest you end up blowing your covers.” She winks at you both, but you can’t help but think it was directed more towards Sanji.

“Shall we?”

Seemingly recovered from whatever alien had possessed him seconds ago, the chef offers you his arm with a small smile. You place your hand around his bicep and try to ignore his rippling muscles underneath your fingertips.

“Color me surprised. I really thought you’d have showered me with compliments by now,” you joke.

“I thought you didn’t like that part of me.”

Disappointment blooms in your chest.

“Right. I don’t. I just…” you trail off. You just thought you looked nice tonight. And maybe a small part of you was hoping he felt the same.

“Never mind.”

You slip your hand out of the crook of Sanji’s arm and start walking a little bit faster, hoping he doesn’t notice the conflicting emotions on your face.

When Sanji first joined the crew, you made yourself a promise: that you would never fall for his charms. But as time went on and he showed you a mountain of kindness, understanding, and empathy… that promise, steadily, became much harder to keep and much easier to forget. It wasn’t his flirting and charms that were dangerous—it was the man buried underneath all that playful pretense. A man who has stubbornly found his way into your guarded heart, despite your best efforts of keeping him out.

It was always easier that way. Easier to turn away, to shut him out. Easier to walk away when you catch him with others who drew his interest and to stop listening as he murmurs sweet nothings in their ears—the very ones he had whispered to you. It was easier to accept that you are not, and will not, be special to him.

You refuse to be just another mark in his book of conquests, and if all it takes is a silent heartbreak to avoid such a fate, so be it. You’ve survived much worse before.

The palace soon comes into view, a grand structure that stretches into the vertical horizon. The path towards the marbled entrance is busy with bustling guests and the glowing orbs of rainbow fireflies. You steadily, and as elegantly as possible, make your way towards the host out in front.

“Good evening, may I see your invitations for the night?” He asks, gloved hand outstretched in expectation.

Sanji flashes him a million-berry smile. “Of course, my good sir. I have them right here.”

He pulls out the envelope you had seen earlier from inside his black suit jacket. The greeter accepts the documents and diligently scans them. After a few seconds, he nods, satisfied by what he sees, and hands the papers back to Sanji.

“Enjoy your night.” He moves aside to let you pass and holds an arm out, guiding you both through the white stone doors.

As soon as you step through the entrance , you are greeted by a foyer fit for kings. A cascading staircase blanketed by red velvet leads to even larger double doors, both white like the walls, but trimmed with gold linings and spiral handles. A crystal chandelier, bigger than you ever thought possible, hangs from the ceiling. It casts shining diamonds in every reflection of the room.

Sanji holds out his arm for you again as you both prepare to execute the mission, but you don’t immediately go to take it. Sanji must sense your hesitation because he sighs and gives you a strained, yet still affectionate smile.

“[Name], please. If not for me, then for appearances. We’re married, remember?”

“Fake married,” you correct, although you relent and slip your hand in the crook of his elbow anyway.

“You don’t have to remind me.”

Arm in arm, Sanji leads you to the ballroom. The doors open to reveal hundreds of nobles draped in silk and pearls, dining on delicacies, and mingling with others of their same social echelon. You already want to go home.

You both find a small table tucked into a corner and stand around it.

“We have to wait until Nami gives us the signal. First, let’s blend in and make sure to look like we belong,” you whisper.

Sanji leans in to hear you better. “What do you suggest? We could hit the banquet table, the food doesn’t look half bad.”

You peer over his shoulder at the platters of hor d'oeuvres and fancy desserts. “They don’t look nearly as good as what you make.”

“Was that a compliment?” Sanji grins.

“Don’t get used to it. Your heads already far too big,” you smirk.

“I don’t have that much of an ego,” he grumbles, picking at a loose thread on his sleeve.

“Hey, don’t do that.” You gently swat at his hand, admonishing him for trying to pull the string out.

“Why? It’s annoying.”

“Yeah, but you’ll ruin it even more if you just yank at it. Hold on.” You pluck a small oyster shucker from a passing waitress’s pocket, with her none the wiser. With the knife, you smoothly cut away the thread and flick it into a bin behind you.

Sanji stares at you in awe. “Did you just pickpocket the…”

“Not a word.”

“Got it.”

“Anyway, we don’t want to ruin these clothes. They’re borrowed. And so much nicer than what we’re used to.”

You pull at your collar to adjust it, only to realize Sanji is staring at you again, but with a different glint in his eyes. One with more… heat. It is only now that you realize how close you are to him—pressed up against his side, thigh-to-thigh and shoulder-to-shoulder, as you both converse away from the crowd. Sanji exudes warmth that, mixed with your own cluttered feelings, makes you a bit dizzy. You take a step back. Sanji’s gaze never leaves you.

“Did I tell you earlier how good you look?”

You swallow. “No.”

He steps closer, closing the gap again. “You look good. Really, really good.”

“Thanks. Formal clothing does wonders.” Your laugh comes out more nervous than you intended.

“Unbelievably good,” he murmurs, almost to himself—like he can’t believe what’s right in front of him.

“Sanji–”

A screeching violin note interrupts you and the strange moment you both got caught up in. Sanji snaps back to his usual self and quickly shakes his head, as if clearing away a fog.

“Food,” he coughs.

You blink. “Right. Food.”

“I’m gonna…” Sanji motions towards the buffet.

You’ve never seen him this… awkward. You’re not sure what to make of it.

“Yeah. Go ahead. I’m gonna scope out the place and figure out where the alarm is.”

He stiffly nods, then makes his way across the ballroom. You turn heel and begin walking along the corridors, scanning for anything that may resemble an alarm.

A static noise crackles in your right ear.

“Can…I—“

A sudden spike of sharp feedback makes you wince.

“Sorry! Can you hear me?” Nami’s voice pipes up.

“Yes. Comms are working. What am I looking for, Nami?”

“Something resembling a button, maybe? Look for a red button or something along those lines.”

“Understood..”

After about ten minutes of searching, you finally come upon it, a small red lever nestled in a corner behind the bar, protected by a square glass casing.

You spot Sanji across the room, mid-conversation with a beautiful, young noble. Your chest twinges, but you push the feeling away. His eyes flit to yours and you subtly wave him over, gesturing to the alarm handle.

Sanji excuses himself and briskly makes his way to you.

“You found it?”

“Of course. It’s the whole reason we’re here, remember?” You ignore the lump in your throat.

“Sorry, I got distracted. I didn’t think—”

“It’s fine, Sanji. You were having fun. You don’t have to apologize. Did you get her number at least?” You try and coolly play it off.

His eyebrows knit together. “No. No, I—”

“Anyway, we should figure out how to distract the bartender. He’s the only one who is in the way.”

If Sanji notices your blatant attempt at changing the subject, he doesn’t show it.

“Sure. Any ideas, beautiful?”

“One.”

“What’s the plan?”

You fidget with your sleeve. “He’s been eyeing me all night.”

Sanji makes a disapproving noise. “...I noticed.”

“I’ll distract him. You get the alarm,” you shrug.

Sanji’s eyes narrow. “How, exactly, are you going to do that?”

“C’mon, Sanji, you can’t be that dense. I’m going to seduce him.”

His reply is immediate and final. “No.”

You balk at his flat tone. “What do you mean: no?”

“No. As in opposite of yes. As in absolutely not,” he hisses.

“Sanji. I have t-”

“No as in not okay!”

You place a hand over his mouth in an effort to stop his outburst. “Shhh! Stop that. Are you trying to draw attention to us?!”

He pulls your arm away, undeterred by your growing panic of being found out. “If it’ll get you to reconsider, then yes!”

“Sanji, enough. What is wrong with you? Why are you so worked up?”

“Do you seriously have to ask that?” He cries out, exasperated.

You open your mouth to retort, but Nami’s voice interrupts you.

“Sorry to break up whatever dumb fight this is, but I need someone to pull the alarm in exactly 60 seconds.”

You give Sanji an expectant look. He firmly shakes his head.

“Not happening.”

Before you can stop him, the chef makes his way to the bar, stumbling as if drunk. Before you know what’s happening, Sanji pulls a whiskey bottle from behind the bar, much to the bartender's protests and dismay. He takes a large swig, and you blow out a breath of relief when he sets it down.

Then he picks it back up again. You watch in horror as he lifts the bottle up and… accidentally pours the entire thing onto the champagne tower beside him. The glasses overflow, and the weight of the extra liquid becomes too much. One by one, the glasses come tumbling down in a landslide of alcohol and crystal.

The bartender cries out in distress. Sanji is unapologetic.

You run to the alarm amidst the mess.

“Ready, [name]?”

“Whenever you are, Nami.”

She begins counting down and the moment you hear: Now!, you pull the handle.

All hell breaks loose.

Blaring alarms ring out, drowning out every other possible sound. Sprinklers sprout from the ceiling and rain down on the partygoers, soaking them and the luxury furniture. Hundreds of panicked patrons scramble to leave, directed by equally flustered staff.

You feel a tug on your sleeve. It’s Sanji.

He tries saying something but is drowned out by the chaos around you. Frustrated, he beckons you over and motions for you to follow him.

After a couple minutes of navigating through screaming nobility, you end up on a secluded balcony away from all the activity. The alarms are barely louder than bells on this end of the palace.

You take a second to catch your breath. Both of you are drenched to the bone, and the chilly winter air does nothing to help your chattering teeth.

Sanji notices your shivering form and immediately drapes his jacket over your shoulders.

You smile gratefully at him, but falter when you see the frown on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Take it out.”

You blink. “What?”

“The earpiece. Take it out,” he says, impatient.

“Why?”

Sanji runs a hand through his hair in both irritation and anxiousness. “Because I’m going to confess my love for you and I don’t want everyone to hear it. They’d never let me live it down, especially that green-haired freak.”

You freeze. Your thoughts freeze. Every fucking thing stops dead in it’s tracks, including your heart.

“Sanji, this isn’t funny.” Your voice trembles.

“Baby, take the earpiece out. Let me talk to you,” he asks softly.

You don’t say anything, you don’t trust yourself to. With shaking hands, you take the Den Den Mushi out and turn it off.

It is only you and Sanji now.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you echo.

“[Name].”

God, why does he have to say your name in that way? Like it means something more than friends—like it’s worth its weight in both diamonds and gold.

“This still isn’t funny.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not joking,” he says, tone as serious as you’ve ever heard it.

You sigh. “What are we doing, Sanji?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m trying to confess my undying love to my favourite person in the world. It’s scary.”

“You say that—”

“I mean it,” he interjects.

“What makes me different? What makes me…”

Worthy of your love?

Sanji reaches for you, but stops himself at your expression. You continue questioning his words.

“How do I know this isn’t just some temporary thing? A fleeting crush?” You swallow hard. For some reason, you’re unable to meet his steady gaze. “How do I know this is real?”

He rubs the back of his neck, conflicting emotions flickering across his face. Sanji struggles to find the words needed to convince you. He tries his best, anyway.

“I know what my reputation is like. I know the personality I present to the world. But after I met you, none of it seemed worth it anymore. There was no appeal to living that type of life,” he pauses. Sanji lifts his head and stares straight at you, unwavering in his words. “The moment I saw you, I thought I’d die if I couldn’t be yours. I still think that now.”

Oh. Your chest is trying to kill you. That’s the only explanation for the ache you feel.

“I trust you with my life, Sanji. But not my heart.”

The alarms have stopped by now. Soon, people will come trickling back inside and the mission will be over. This moment in time will soon fade into the background of reality.

“I only ask that you give me a chance.”

“What makes you so sure that you’re the kind of guy I want to be with?”

“As opposed to your exes? Those guys—none of them deserved you,” he scoffs, annoyed at the mere mention of them.

You raise a brow. “Do you?”

“No. Of course not,” he answers. “But I want to try. Please, god, let me try.”

Your hands are still shaking, but not from the cold.

“We should get back to the ship,” you say, a strained smile on your face.

Sanji’s face falls at your deflection, but he accepts it and doesn’t push. He nods, and you both make your way back to the Merry, an uncomfortable silence hanging over you like a wet blanket.

You are only a couple hundred meters out from the ship when you stop abruptly. Sanji almost crashes into you, but steadies himself at the last second.

“Is something wrong?” He asks in concern.

Before you can lose your nerve, you whirl around and utter two words: “One date.”

It takes Sanji a few moments to understand what you just said, but when he does, he lights up like a kid on Christmas Eve. One who just met Santa. The sheer joy on his face makes it all worth it.

“You’re not messing with me, right? Please say no,” he shakily pleads.

You shake your head. “One. Make it count.”

Instead of answering, he throws his arms around you, wrapping you in his warm embrace.

You loop your arms around his neck and he melts into you, never wanting to let go.

“I’ll make you say yes to a second one. And then a third. And then a lifetime of dates after that. I swear it on my honour as a chef.”

“It’ll have to be a pretty damn good date then,” you laugh.

Sanji presses his forehead on yours.

“It’ll be the best date.”

“And how do you know that?” You tease.

“Because you will be there.”

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