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inseobts · 1 month ago

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hello i apologize if this is a lot but i'd love to req a fic w/ zoro, law, ace, sanji where reader is normally mature but has cuteness aggression to animals, & when she started dating them, she does it to the boys too- suddenly clinging onto them while aggressively peppering their faces w/ kisses or squeezing their cheeks & just being so overly proud of them & showering them w/ compliments, it can be a common occurrence or it takes the boys by surprise lol you decide ^o^

also, thank u for ur service to the op community on tumblr 🫡 the quality & frequency of ur fics are impressive, i always look forward to ur updates♡

Clingy Combat Cuddles

characters: zoro, sanji, law, ace (x fem!reader) + chopper (platonic but with zoro too)

a/n: they're kinda short because I didn't have many ideas, so I added chopper (ofc it's platonic tho + it has zoro in it!)

words count: around 0.4k - 0.6k each

tags: fluff, humor, cuteness aggression, established relationship (except for chopper ofc)

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Zoro:

The deck of the Sunny is peaceful. The sun is warm. The sea is calm. A perfect day.

And Zoro has just fought a sea king.

You're watching from the side, arms crossed, lips pressed together, trying to stay cool and composed. Like always.

But Zoro walks past you, shirt still off, a little cut on his cheek, sword resting against his shoulder and he scowls at the deck like it personally offended him.

That’s it.

That’s the moment.

Your brain breaks.

You lunge at him without warning “Zoro!”

He turns his head, barely reacting in time before you wrap your arms around his neck, jumping slightly so you can hang off him, nuzzling your face into the side of his jaw.

“YOU WERE SO COOL!! You chopped that thing like shing shing BAM! My big strong grumpy samurai baby!”

He stiffens “Oi! What the—”

You grab his face between both hands, squishing his cheeks together like dough.

“Look at this face! So serious! So brave! So slicey! UGH!!”

You start kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead, even his frown line like you're on a mission.

Zoro is frozen. Arms hanging in the air like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

“…Did you hit your head?” he finally mutters.

“No!” you say, still kissing him “I just... I have a thing!”

“A thing?”

“Yes! I get aggressive when things are too cute or too cool or too brave! Like when Chopper does his little dance or when cats squish into boxes—and now you!”

He gives you a blank look “So… you're calling me cute?”

“No,” you say seriously “I’m calling you the cutest deadly thing I’ve ever seen and I want to eat your face in the most loving way possible.”

“...What.”

A few feet away, the rest of the crew is watching like it’s a new show.

Luffy’s grinning, sitting on the railing “He’s gonna explode.”

Usopp is pale “I’ve never seen her like that. That’s terrifying.”

Sanji’s cigarette hangs from his lip, forgotten “He doesn’t deserve that level of affection, but damn if I’m not jealous.”

Robin chuckles “So, this is what she’s like when the mask slips. Fascinating.”

Back to Zoro who now has you hanging off his front, kissing under his chin while mumbling things like “my battle bear” and “look at this terrifying angel”.

He finally puts a hand on your back, awkwardly “…You’re seriously not joking.”

“Nope,” you chirp, grinning like a lunatic “I’m so proud of you I might die. Look at you! Protecting everyone without hesitation. You’re amazing.”

He stares at you. Then down at his swords. Then at the deck.

“I just killed a sea king.”

“And it was HOT.”

Zoro groans and hides his face behind your shoulder.

Later on you’re sitting on the grass, your head in his lap, Zoro finally having managed to drag you somewhere quieter. Sort of.

He’s sharpening his swords, jaw set, pretending he’s not enjoying the way you keep sneaking kisses to his thigh.

“You done acting weird?”

“Nope,” you say, immediately reaching up to pinch his cheek again “You’re mine now. This is the price.”

Zoro sighs, annoyed.

But he doesn’t move your hand.

Instead, he glances down, and there’s a tiny hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips.

“You better not do this in front of enemies.”

“No promises.”

“…Tch.”

You grin and tug him down for another forehead kiss.

And this time, he lets you.

── .✦ Sanji:

You’ve been good today. Calm. Collected. You kept your hands to yourself through breakfast, through a minor skirmish with Marines, and even through Sanji’s dramatic backflip dodge while holding two plates of soup.

But now… Now he’s plating dessert.

He hums a little as he swirls whipped cream into perfect little peaks.

His hair falls over his eye just a bit, and there's flour on his cheek.

You try. You really try.

But no... You’re losing it.

“Sanji—” you say, voice tight.

He turns with a warm smile “Yes, my love?”

You’re already marching toward him.

“Oh no,” he says, eyes wide with anticipation “Is it time?”

“It’s time.”

You slam into him like a heat-seeking missile, arms wrapping tight around his middle as you squish your cheek against his chest.

“TOO PERFECT. TOO BEAUTIFUL. TOO TALENTED” you shout into his shirt.

Sanji laughs and drops the whipped cream just in time to catch you with both arms.

“Mon dieu, you’re doing it again. You’re going to kill me with affection.”

You grab his face “GOOD. DIE WITH LOVE.”

You start smothering him in kisses: forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, ears, rapid-fire smooches with increasing intensity.

Sanji nearly melts.

“Chérie, please, my heart can only take so much—”

“Look at you!” you cry, squeezing his cheeks “Your stupid little smile and your perfect food and your gentleman act! You’re SO ANNOYINGLY AMAZING!”

He practically purrs “Say that again.”

“You’re the most beautiful, talented, wonderful man in the world and I want to chew your stupid perfect face like a mochi bun.”

He gasps softly “Marry me.”

“I might do.”

“Then we have to arrange it all.”

Later that evening, you’re sitting peacefully on a chair, flipping through a book.

Sanji walks past you carrying a tray of tea and pauses.

He glances over his shoulder.

You glance up.

There’s flour on his sleeve.

His shirt is rolled up to the elbow.

He’s humming again.

You’re holding it together, but barely.

He smirks “You okay, mon amour?”

You stare.

He walks closer “You’re looking at me like I’m a chocolate cake with legs.”

You slam the book shut and launch up, but before you can pounce, he spreads his arms wide like an invitation.

“Come here, ma chérie. Ruin me.”

You leap into his embrace and he spins you around, laughing as you kiss his face over and over and over.

“You’re shameless!” you giggle.

“I’m in love,” he says dramatically “If your kisses were a drug, I’d be long dead.”

“I will squish your cheeks into dumplings and feed them to seagulls.”

“Please do.”

“You’re too pretty, it’s unfair.”

“I’ll ugly it up a little. Give me a day.”

“NO! I love your face, I’d wear it like a scarf if I could.”

He fake-swoons “Do it. Take it. I’m yours.”

“Is this… normal now?” Zoro mutters as he watches you pin Sanji against the wall of the kitchen, attacking him with affectionate nibbles and kisses while he happily takes it, hands holding your waist like he’s never been more at peace.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Nami says, sipping her drink “They’re like this almost every day.”

Brook hums “Yohoho! True love is terrifying.”

Robin smiles behind her book “At least it’s harmless. Though, she did try to bite his nose once.”

“She did bite my nose,” Sanji calls out helpfully “It was magnificent.”

Zoro turns away, muttering, “Get a room.”

“We have a room!” Sanji replies “We’re just taking the scenic route!”

Hours later, you’re snuggled on the couch in the kitchen, your head on Sanji’s lap, while he runs his fingers through your hair.

“You good now, love?” he asks gently.

You sigh “I think I emptied the tank.”

He leans down and kisses your forehead “You can refill it tomorrow. I’ll be ready.”

You open one eye “You really don’t mind when I get like that?”

He smiles “Mon amour… I live for it.”

You smile too “You’re gonna regret saying that.”

“I hope I do,” he says “Over and over again.”

── .✦ Law:

Law is reviewing maps. His fingers tap against the table in a steady rhythm, eyes darting from note to note. His crew has just docked at a remote island, nothing dramatic today. Just calm preparation.

You're leaning against the wall, watching him.

He’s focused. Serious. In control.

You normally admire that about him.

But now?

It's making you suffer... a lot.

His eyebrows furrow slightly. He mumbles something about currents and wind speeds. His lips move with precision. His fingers glide over the paper and...

... and that’s it.

You break.

“Law” you say, voice suspiciously innocent.

He hums without looking up “Mm?”

You walk up behind him slowly. Too slowly. His head lifts just slightly, eyes flicking toward you, narrowing.

“…What are you doing?” he asks flatly.

You don’t answer.

You leap onto him from behind.

“AHHH—”

He jolts forward a little as your arms wrap tight around his neck, your face burying in the side of his head.

“YOU’RE SO SMART. SO FOCUSED. I WANNA BITE YOUR BRAIN THROUGH YOUR SKULL—IN A LOVING WAY!”

“WHAT—?! Y/N—what are you—”

You pull back only to grab his face and start kissing it in a fury. Forehead. Nose. Cheek. Jaw. Temple. Eyelid. Repeat.

“SO! SMART! AND! SEXY! AND! SERIOUS!”

“Are you having some kind of episode?” Law says, voice strangled.

“Yes,” you gasp “It’s called cuteness aggression and you’re the disease.”

Minutes later, Law is leaning back in his desk chair, defeated, while you sit on his lap like an overjoyed little goblin, hands on his cheeks, staring at him lovingly.

“You’re not supposed to be like this” he mutters.

“Like what?” you blink innocently.

“You’re usually calm. Rational. Controlled.”

“I lied,” you say sweetly “That was just the bait phase. This is my final form.”

Law sighs and covers his eyes with one hand “I can’t do diagnostics like this.”

“Sure you can,” you whisper, kissing his nose again “You just need to adjust to your new life. With me on your lap. Forever.”

He mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “help”.

“Too late,” you say “I’ve chosen you.”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re perfect. Look at this little line between your eyebrows. It’s my favorite. Can I kiss it?”

“No.”

You kiss it anyway.

He tries to work. He really does.

You're sitting nearby. Quiet. Reading. Acting like a normal person again.

Then Law says something offhanded, like, “The odds of ambush are low, but possible.”

You immediately drop the book.

You spin in your seat.

“Low but possible? SO. ARE. YOU. That’s you. You’re a low-chance rare-drop man. A mythic legendary boyfriend. I’M GOING TO KISS YOUR EARS.”

“Please do not kiss my ears.”

You pounce again “TOO LATE!”

You squeeze his face gently, tilt it like he’s a confused doll, and begin your assault.

He groans “This is emotional terrorism.”

“You love it.”

“…I don’t hate it.”

Later that night, you’re laying together in his quarters, the world quiet, your head on his chest. He’s stroking your back slowly, finally calm again.

“You’re weird” he murmurs.

“Yup.”

“I liked you better when you were pretending to be emotionally stable.”

You smile into his shirt “Liar.”

“…Yeah,” he mutters “I am.”

You lift your head just enough to look him in the eye “Do you want me to stop?”

He hesitates.

Then, softly “…No.”

You grin “Good. Because I was going to keep doing it anyway.”

He presses a kiss to your hair “Of course you were.”

── .✦ Ace:

Ace drops out of the sky like a meteor, lands on the deck with a dramatic crouch, and tosses a flaming Marine cannon overboard like it’s a beach ball.

Everyone cheers.

You’re already running toward him.

He stands up, beaming, shirt half open, flames still curling off his shoulders.

You throw your arms around him like a tackle.

“BABY!! YOU LIVING INCINERATOR! MY FLAMING HERO!!”

He laughs, wrapping you up tight “I missed you too, firecracker!”

You grab his cheeks.

“I am going to smooch you so hard your freckles become stars.”

“PLEASE DO.”

You slam kiss after kiss to his face, and he laughs through all of it “Wait—no, don’t stop, I’m just surprised! You’re usually the calm one!”

“That version of me is dead,” you say seriously “You dropkicked a cannon midair. I’m going feral.”

“Finally!” he cheers “Join me in chaos!!”

You bite his cheek lightly.

He gasps “I’m in love.”

The rest of the crew watches you both clinging to each other like human Velcro, nuzzling and giggling and attacking each other with affection.

“It’s like watching two puppies roll down a hill” Marco mutters.

Thatch wipes a tear “Beautiful. Gross. But beautiful.”

Ace is now spinning you in a circle while you repeatedly yell, “YOU’RE SO STUPIDLY HOT, IT MAKES ME ANGRY.”

“YEAH?! GOOD! I WANNA BE HOT FOR YOU FOREVER!”

“STOP SMILING LIKE THAT YOU HANDSOME PIECE OF SUNSHINE!”

“I CAN’T, YOU’RE TOO CUTE WHEN YOU YELL.”

Later, Ace plops down beside you, sweaty and soot-streaked after another skirmish. He opens his arms wide.

“Do your thing” he says.

You blink “What thing?”

He grins “You know. That thing. The... 'aggressive cuddles and I-want-to-chew-your-face' thing.”

“Ohhh, you want the full package?”

“Yes please.”

You tackle him to the ground instantly.

“MY BEAUTIFUL DUMB IDIOT. MY FLAMING HOT DORK. MY BRAVE EXPLOSION HUSBAND.”

You kiss his forehead.

Then both cheeks.

Then his jaw.

Then you pause.

“You smell like smoke and sea salt.”

“Romantic, huh?”

“You smell like danger and I love it.”

“I love you.”

You pause again “Ew. That was corny.”

“You just licked my face like a cat two minutes ago.”

“Fair.”

At night, lying in a hammock together, he holds you tight against his chest. The wind is quiet. The sea gentle.

He brushes his fingers through your hair.

“You really don’t get embarrassed?” he whispers.

“Not when it comes to you” you murmur back.

“Even when you call me a ‘beautiful flaming dumbass’ in public?”

“Especially then.”

He grins into your hair.

“I like this side of you” he says.

You look up “You mean the clingy one that kisses your nose in front of your whole crew?”

“No,” he replies softly “The one that doesn’t hold back.”

You smile.

“Then you’re stuck with me.”

Ace kisses your forehead.

“Good. Because I’d set the world on fire before I let you go.”

── .✦ Chopper (+ Zoro):

“Okay, next patient,” Chopper says proudly, flipping his clipboard “Let’s see Y/N, it’s just your check-up!”

You sit on the exam table swinging your legs “Yup! I’m ready, Doctor Tiny Genius.”

“I told you not to call me that” he mutters, hiding his flustered face behind the clipboard.

You lean down and whisper, “But you are a tiny genius.”

“Stop iiiit,” he whines, blushing, “I’m just doing my job!”

You watch him waddle around the room with his little doctor coat and stethoscope.

He’s so smol. So serious. So determined.

You can’t hold it.

“Chopper,” you whisper “Come closer.”

He looks up, confused “Huh? Why?”

“Come. Closer.”

“Are you okay—?”

You snatch him right off the ground and CRADLE him in your arms.

“TOO CUTE. TOO KIND. TOO FLUFFY. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I’M GONNA EXPLODE.”

“W-WHA—?!” Chopper’s face is glowing red “W-WAIT! I—I’m your doctor—!”

You rub your cheek against his fuzzy face “You are my doctor AND my emotional support reindeer. Let me love you.”

“You’re squishing my antlers—!”

“They are precious and I would die for them.”

Chopper flails, but doesn’t really try to escape. He’s used to this. You do this at least once a week.

“I’m gonna tell Zoro!” he threatens, kicking gently.

“Zoro loves it. He thinks you’re cute too.”

Zoro is leaning against the doorframe, watching the scene unfold.

You cradling Chopper like a plush toy while Chopper pretends to be mad but actually leaning into your touch.

Zoro sighs... and smile.

“You’re enabling her” Chopper says accusingly.

Zoro shrugs “You are adorable.”

“Not you too!” Chopper squeaks.

You smirk “See? I told you.”

Zoro walks over and gently ruffles Chopper’s hat “Deal with it, doc. She only does this to her favorite people.”

Chopper freezes. Blinks. Looks between you and Zoro.

“R-Really?”

You nod and boop his nose “Only the elite get aggressively snuggled.”

He goes completely red, squeaks, and buries his face in your shoulder.

“Okay... but just for five more seconds.”

You squeeze him tighter “Ten.”

Later, as you finally let Chopper go, he adjusts his little coat and clears his throat.

“I’m still your doctor” he says sternly.

“Of course, Doctor Cutie.”

“Don’t call me that! …I mean, you can, but—wait, no, don’t make it a thing!”

Zoro pats his head on the way out “Too late.”

You lean over and whisper to Zoro “I’m gonna dress him up as a little surgeon plush next time.”

Zoro smirks “I’ll hold him down.”

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mytheoristavenue · 5 months ago

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Do you think you could do somewhere like where the straw hats + doflamingo are really tired after a hard day and reader offers their lap for them to lay on? And they end up falling asleep? Sorry if it's to much to ask, or if you've done something similar 😅 😭

I originally wasn't going to do this, because I don't really write for OP anymore, but sure! Also, Doflamingo will not be included, as I am not up to that point in the anime yet!

OP Strawhats lying on your lap!

Summary: After a long day, you offer to let them rest in your lap!

Warnings: Innuendo on some, mostly fluff, short

Monkey D. Luffy:

"Ugh, I'm so tired!" The captain groaned, wandering below deck after hours of standing very still at the help of the ship. Nami had condemned him to boredom after finding out how much money he blew on food the past week while in port and he had finally finished serving his punishment.

"You look it," You mused with a small smile. You rolled your eyes as he approached you, dramatically swaying. "Oh, c'mere then, before you fall over."

Luffy cheered, collapsing to the floor, head snuggly tucked in your lap, sighing happily. "You're the best..." He purred, already on the verge of drifting off.

Roronoa Zoro:

Zoro had been crabby all day, he was just tired and it was entirely his own fault. That meant it was everyone else's problem. He was currently ranting at Sanji for something silly when you whistled at him and called him over. "I'm not a damn dog! You can't just-" You patted your thigh invitingly. His shoulders slumped and he came over and planted his cheek against your thigh, not caring for who saw.

"You better stop staying up all night working out." You scolded lightly, raking your fingers through his short hair.

"Yeah, yeah..."

Nami:

"They're all just so dumb!" She groaned, pacing the floors. "You have no idea how hard it is being a secretary to these men." You simply nodded and listened, knowing better than to interject during a rant. "Like seriously, you don't wanna know how much Luffy spent on food while we were ported. And I don't mean for all of us, just for himself!"

Eventually, her pacing turned to standing, then sitting beside you, and finally, she found herself lying between your legs, face snuggled into your inner thigh, anger ebbing in exchange for drowsiness.

"Feel better?" You asked softly, petting her tangerine hair gently.

"I guess..."

Usopp:

You entered his workshop, shoulders slumping at the sight. He was slumped over the workbench again, cheek squished to the wooden surface. You rolled your eyes and approached him, nudging him lightly. "Usopp," You whispered so as not to startle him, though ultimately, your caution was for not.

He jumped, scrambling up into a straight sitting position. "(Y-Y/N)! Y-You can't just scare me like that!" You simply snickered and pulled him up and toward the small bed in the corner. "No, I gotta finish this project-"

"I'll let you lay in my lap." You offered with a knowing smile.

"O-Okay!" He smiled sheepishly, following you, collapsing in your lap without hesitation. The moment he stopped shifting, he began to snore again.

Vinsmoke Sanji:

You had watched him bustle around the kitchen all day, refusing any help offered to him. In the back of your mind, you knew, when Sanji crashed, he'd crash hard. As predicted, after the dinner dishes were finished, he made a beeline for you, hugging you tightly. "I'm so tired..." He mumbled into your ear, voice deep and groggy. "What would be the best way to charm you without exhausting any effort?"

"Consider me charmed." You scoffed playfully, pulling him over to the couch in the lounge before patting your thigh. The way he stared at you, you would have thought you'd just asked him to claim you right then and there. His face was red, eyes glued to your thighs. "Behave yourself." You wanted as he dropped to the floor and nuzzled between your plush thighs.

"Yes ma'am!"

Tony Tony Chopper:

It was typical of Chopper to get sleepy earlier than the rest of the crew, frequently curling up with Robin while the adults settled down to enjoy an evening activity together. This night was different only in one way.

"Ha, royal flush!" You laughed, laying your cards on the table and claiming the cash in the middle of it. You nearly yelped when you felt soft fur brush your calf. Looking down, you found the reindeer climbing up on the bench beside you and curling up in your lap.

"Awe..." You cooed on a whisper, shushing the rowdy rest. "Look at him..."

"It seems I've been replaced," Robin mused with a gentle smile. "How tragic."

Nico Robin:

It was known that on especially hard days, she would welcome you into her lap, uttering soothing words or reading silently while threading her long nails through your hair. But tonight was different. You could tell she was upset, despite her cool nature. When you'd finally convinced her to open up, you found that she was having unpleasent dreams involving her past.

"Can't get anything past you, can I?" She laughed sadly, before her brows shot up in surprise as you patted your lap.

"I know I'm probably not as good at this as you are..." You muttered sheepishly. "But..."

To your delight, she laid down, face up in your lap, and allowed you to play with her hair while she read quietly to herself. "You couldn't be more wrong, this is perfect." She sighed blissfully.

Cyborg Franky:

Franky had been in an awfully sour mood lately, totally uncharacteristic of him. After witnessing him get into a small argument with Usopp over a new ship upgrade thew were collaborating on, you knew you had to have a word with him. "Franky, what's your deal lately?" You huffed, hands on your hips.

"No deal," He scoffed, turning away. "What's it to ya?"

"You're acting like Zoro when he misses a nap." Your eyes narrowed sternly. He sighed.

"I ain't been sleepin' well, okay?" He finally admitted sheepishly. You softened, smiling slightly.

"Why didn't you just say so?" You climbed up on a large crate of ale, sitting at the perfect height, patting your lap. "Come take a nap, you'll feel better."

"N-Nah, I'll be good," He shook his head, cheeks a bit pink. After a bit more convincing, he finally sat on the floor, back against the crate, and rested his head in your lap as you brushed the cyan locks from his eyes and removed his shades. "You were right, this is nice..."

Brook:

The ship was eerily quiet today and for the life of you, you couldn't figure out why. Suddenly, it hit you. You hadn't seen or heard Brook all day long. After asking around, you found him in the lounge, staring at the fish. "Brook, you okay?" You asked softly, tilting your head into his view.

"Oh, yes, my dear. Just in thought." He sighed, empty sockets seemingly tracking the tropical fish as they wandered the glass enclosure. "The only I get, the younger my old friends seem." He admitted quietly and your eyes softened.

You weren't entirely sure how long had passed as you sat there with him, watching the fish interact with one another, or when you'd begun to lean into one another. "Brook?" You asked softly, eyes never looking away from the tank. "I can't do much to help but...would you like to lay in my lap?"

"I'd like that very much, my dear." He replied, patiently waiting for you to get into a comfortable position before laying out his lanky form on the sofa between your thighs. "This helps so much more than you know." The pair of you stayed that way for a while until you began to feel skeletal phalanges lightly digging into the meat of your legs. "You know, since you're in such a giving mood..."

"You're done." You deadpanned, pushing him away.

Jinbe:

You had never had much experience with Jinbe, having only known him for a short while, be he seemed to always know when the emotional atmosphere around him had changed. Thanks to this empathy, he noticed immediately when you'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed. "(Y/N)? What's the matter?" He asked, cocking a brow as you stepped below deck.

"Just in a mood..." You grumbled, coldly brushing him off. Ever patient, he simply gave you a warm smile and let you be. As the day wore on, you both found yourself winding down in the lounge. You grumpy day catching up with you, you dozed off, cheek pressed to his shoulder. Smiling fondly, Jinbe repositioned you, delicately resting your head in his lap, large webbed hand very carefully brushing the fringe from your eyes.

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annmaximoff18 · 19 days ago

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Chopper: I heard you and Y/N want to have a baby.

Sanji: Yes, that's right.

Chopper: Okay, here.

*Hands him some papers.

Sanji: What are these, Chopper?

Chopper: Adoption papers. I'll be her new son.

Sanji: What does Y/N think about this?

Chopper: She already signed them. All that's left is you.

Sanji: Okay then.

*Proceeds to sign the adoption papers.

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clare-875 · 6 months ago

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I Don't Want to Move On (Sanji x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Sanji x Female Reader Summary: When Sanji leaves you to marry Pudding, he shuts you out, and you don't know how to forgive him when he returns. Warnings: SPOILERS for Wholecake Island Arc, Angst to Fluff A/N: (h/c) = your hair colour [One Piece Masterlist] _____

You stop and look up, the quiet of the space between you and him bringing forth an awkwardness you were not used to. You were on the Sunny, in the doorway of the kitchen and your boyfriend was facing you with deep remorse reflecting his eyes. Or was he your ex now? You didn't know; you didn't even want to think anymore.

He had left you for her. He had hurt you. And no matter if his reasoning was credible, in the end, he had shut you out and left you to pick up the pieces. You know now that Sanji's family - if he could even call them family - were nothing of the affectionate and caring sort. No, they were emotionless and unkind, arrogant and vain; nothing like the man you loved.

You know that this whole scenario probably brought more agony to Sanji than it did to anybody else. But it didn't change the fact that you didn't know how to face him anymore, or how to talk to him. The words he spoke to you when you had finally caught up to him were raging in the back of your mind. Words that though perhaps false in that moment, still brought pain to ever hear from his lips.

"It was all an act... I could never love a low-life like you."

Was it really? Was it really all an act?

Then what were the nights spent buried in his arms, warm and safe and adored? What were the days spent laughing in the kitchen, the generous caresses and murmured words of devotion? What were the quiet moments spent together, where you thought you needed nothing more than him and his love? What were all the promises and bold whispers?

How many times have you heard him say "I love you" and how many times have you returned the sentiment? Hundreds and thousands of kisses were exchanged and a million times your hands held his. So many times, he pledged his loyalty, looked only to you, caressed only you. How many times had you seen that spark of joy and light reach his eyes, because they reflected the tenderness in yours?

Was that all an act too?

Now you found yourself avoiding him, and his faint calls of your name. You and your crew may have escaped Big Mom, and your friends may have found forgiveness for Sanji's actions. But you didn't know if you could do the same so easily. How could you when his words were spat like fire to your heart? How could you when he left you to marry another woman?

How could you when he shut you out so easily?

"Lov-" Sanji freezes, cold sweat on his face as he looks at you. He had never seen you look to him so devoid of the emotions he was so used to seeing. "[y/n]..." his words are a murmur, hesitant and ashamed. You fight the tears that want to travel down your face at the sight of him. He seemed lost, even when he had retaken his solace back on the Sunny and Luffy's crew. He looked pale and worried and regretful. But was that all an act too?

"Please, can we talk?"

Your heart tugs low at his words.

"I- I don't know, Sanji." His eyes spark just for a moment at the sound of your voice directed at him, after days on the sea without even an utterance. "You hurt me, you left me, I-" You swallow harshly as you watch the way his brows furrow in what seems like genuine pain. "I don't know how to move on from that."

You turn away swiftly, trying to get out of the doorway and out of his presence but Sanji is quick to his senses. He reacts desperately, holding your arm in his hand, causing your movements to halt. You look up at him, the tears now rolling down your face mirroring the ones brimming in his eyes.

"Please love, I don't want to move on from you..."

.....

When you arrived at Zou along with Luffy's group after the exhausting events at Dressora, you never thought you would find your boyfriend missing. Never did you dream.

And yet that was your reality.

Nami had rushed to you alongside Chopper, her bright facade faltering once she saw you and her Captain. She had flung herself into Luffy's arms, but her tearful eyes looked only to you.

"I'm sorry...Sanji's..."

Her words and actions already caused the rhythm of your heart to stutter but when she showed you the letter you felt it slip from your chest.

'I've gotta go see a woman. I'll be back.'

The words on the blank sheet of paper were plain and simple. He would be back. But who was this woman, and why was she of such importance he leaves without a trace or word to you?

It is Luffy who breaks the silence.

"Does, 'gotta go see a woman' mean... he's gonna get married?"

Your heart tugs fiercer at your Captain's words, and Nami is quick to strike his head in vexation. "Luffy!" She scolds, before offering a hand to your shoulder in comfort. "That's not necessarily the case..." You look up, and Nami avoids your gaze in regret, you know that there is something else she wants to say. "... but it seemed like he was determined."

"But he's with [y/n]! That's not allowed!"

Nami chastises Luffy again for his insensitivity but you quickly cut her off. "Nami," she looks at you in surprise at the calmness of your voice. "It's fine. He said he'll be back, didn't he?" She nods hesitantly at your words as your crew looks at you in concern.

"Then, he'll be back."

Your friends all stare, unsure of what to say, but as Brook speaks up, you feel your hopes wither slightly. "But, [y/n]-san, the bride is the Emperor's daughter. Of course, Sanji refused the marriage immediately. But that's what troubles me." The apprehension inside of you churns more and more. "It won't be easy to decline such an invitation. What do you think Sanji would do in a situation where he cannot escape the marriage?"

You think of your boyfriend. He was kind, generous and caring. But you had seen instances of him with traces of sadness in his gaze, only for him to brush you off when you asked if something was wrong. He never really knew how to accept the love that you so willingly offered him, and only time made him better at it. But this: this marriage with the daughter of an emperor too powerful for you to even fathom to defeat. You knew the answer to Brook's question quicker than Chopper had replied.

"He's the kind of guy who'll try not to cause us any trouble so he'd try to separate himself from us."

Nami nods slowly, and the ache in your chest builds the franticity within you. "When he tossed us outside, he could've gotten away too. When he wrote the note, I think he'd already made up his mind to go by himself." She meets your regard and you see the discomfort in her irises. She can see your concern, but it soon turns into a fierce resolve.

You had to at least try to get him to open up to you; to talk to you.

You would do anything for Sanji. You had to go see him and stop him. Surely, he was not doing this of his own free will, surely there were layers to this marriage and he obviously had his reasons why he must concede to them. So, when Luffy had shouted that he would go meet with Sanji and talk to him, you had agreed instantly despite the anxious murmurs of the crew.

"You're facing an emperor!"

Their concerns were valid but your worry for your boyfriend was more significant. He would never hurt you, or that's what you thought when you had joined Luffy, Nami, Brook and Chopper on your journey to Whole Cake Island. Surely he would open up to you as you had done to him so many times before. Surely he would come to his senses the moment he laid eyes on you. You could not fathom anything otherwise.

How wrong you were.

.....

When Sanji saw you, Luffy and Nami, for a moment his heart was overcome with hope, but it diverted immediately to utter fear and despair. His heart rate raged against his chest and in the presence of his brothers and father, his trepidation only grew.

Why were you here? Why were you here where he could not protect you?

When Luffy had flung himself onto his carriage with his wide smile and optimistic words, his mind could only pitch what was on the line. His hands were set to detonate if he even desired to leave, those on the Baratie were in jeopardy and you; the crew. He could not let you live a life under the rein of an emperor he knew would show little mercy.

He loved you; God did he love you.

But you just couldn't be here.

When Sanji had kicked Luffy from the carriage, you had watched, heart in your throat and completely stunned. You could hear Nami shouting at Sanji, "Hey! What are you doing Sanji-kun!" But when Sanji met eyes with you, he knew the only way to get you to leave; the only way to protect you was with words that would make you despise him.

"Get packing, you low-class pirates!"

You are voiceless at the way his eyes could contort to a way that shone with such disdain.

"My name is Vinsmoke Sanji. I'm a prince of the Germa Kingdom! I'm sorry for keeping it a secret. I thought that it'd make you miserable. The difference between our standings couldn't be clearer. If I stay here, I can spend money and use soldiers and servants as I like. Going back to that crappy ship with you... or staying here, marrying Big Mom's beautiful daughter."

Your heart falters as you hear the words slip his lips.

"It's pretty obvious which is a happier life. Don't take the note seriously. I won't go back with you! I can't believe you've come all the way here."

There is a silence that lingers on your behalf, and the way Sanji looks to you - to all of you - makes you want to wither and perish. You can hear Luffy shouting to Sanji in complete denial of his words, anger morphing on his face. Sanji approaches slowly as Luffy refuses to go away, and even as he leaves the carriage his expression does nothing to falter.

"I don't know what made you come, but I appreciate that you took the trouble. Having said that, if you really think about me, you should've done the opposite. Rather than being with you guys who are poor and weak, it'd be better to be part of the rich and powerful Big Mom Pirates. I'll be happier-"

"SHUT UP!"

Your words reach the air, interrupting your boyfriend's words before you can stop yourself. Sanji's heart lurches at your anger-tainted words, and yet he finds himself silently begging that you would leave quietly. However, you are too hurt to answer his prayers. You rush forward, past Luffy and Nami who calls your name hesitantly. You move until you're in front of Sanji, hands balled into fists by your side.

"Shut up! You can't mean that! Sanji-" Your words start to wilt the more you see his unbending stare remain on you, piercing and urging you to hate him, but you wouldn't. "How can you say that, Sanji? I know you; I know this can't be what you want. Just tell me the truth, we won't run, we'll fight whatever it is that you are fighting. You don't have to protect me from anything... I just want to be with you. Please Sanji, I love you, I know you love me too-"

"You actually believe that?"

You freeze when Sanji speaks to you, eyes unwavering, shaded expression, persuasive words. "What? Sanji stop, what are you-" But when you look up he is looking at you in a way you could not fathom to be true. Such contempt and hostility, and a hint of mockery. "You actually think, I care about you? That I want to protect you?" You shake your head slowly as aversion starts to build up within you.

"You're a liability, [y/n]."

"I was bored and miserable with you. The emperor is giving me a chance with her daughter, a woman who could actually make me happy. Who are you to deny me that?" You grit your teeth, anger taking hold of you, as you step forward and grasp the collar of his shirt in your hold. Sanji's eyes flicker with a moment's surprise before returning to the deadpan stare that you begin to despise.

"You're lying," you say, but Sanji does not falter. Your tears start to pour down your face as you look at your boyfriend devoid of his love. "Come back to the Sunny with us, Sanji. Let me in Sanji. Where's the man I fell in love with?" Sanji doesn't think that he loathed himself more than he did the moment he stared back at you, desperately trying to keep his own tears at bay. How could this be the way he says goodbye to the love of his life?

"It was all an act. Of course, I could never love a low-life like you."

At his words, you think you feel something break deep within you. Your hold goes limp on his collar and your eyes are wide in shock. Tears pour down your face, but suddenly you feel numb and you think you can actually hear your heart break. You hear Luffy's rage from behind you along with Nami's shouts of outrage. You can hear the muffled laughter of Sanji’s brothers beyond the carriage at your crestfallen expression.

Nami drags you back to her. Sanji fights Luffy so that he would make him leave too. But you feel so hollow you hardly even register the events that take place around you. When Luffy falls limp to the ground you still look numbly to the man in front of you.

Nami's slap was sharp against Sanji's cheek, but what twisted his insides more was the fact that you did nothing. Instead, you looked at him with the most barren expression he had ever seen from you. An expression he fought to keep from touching your face was placed in front of him because of him. Sanji almost broke, but he could say nothing. "Goodbye. Sorry- we should've never done this." Nami's words are harrowing to his ears, but again he could say nothing. She instantly went to your side uttering comforts but he no longer saw your face.

In his mind, he screamed at you to stay. He screamed that he wanted to be with you for eternity. That he loved you like nothing else in this world. He never wanted to leave you, he never wanted to marry anyone but you. The days spent chasing women were left behind in the past like specs of dust. You were all that had encompassed him. You were all that made him feel worthy of love and life and warmth.

His shock when he learnt that you, actually felt the same was like the feeling of his heart retching free and soaring through the sky. He never thought a day would come when a woman he loved as much as he loved you, could return that same devotion. He was in heaven. Every day with you was heaven. He never even dreamt that a goodbye would come, because he would rather perish than let it become reality.

He had made his worst nightmare come true.

All because he couldn't let you in. He couldn't hurt you. He wouldn't let the burdens on his back be the burden on yours. He doesn't want to cause you misery because of a choice he made or a past that he runs from. You were his angel, and he felt as though reaching out would taint your heart and your outlook on him.

And so, he left.

His brothers laughed and shouted absurdities, but he didn't look back.

"Damn Sanji, you sure had some tasteful women on your crew."

"Yeah call back the chick with the [h/c] hair! If you don't want her I might entertain her for a night or-"

"Shut up!"

Such fury fills him at his brother's words that he loathed their beings almost as much as he loathed himself.

Luffy's words that he would stay unmoving until his return echo through the distance placed between you both, and that is when he lets his tears slip. But his tears aren't for his Captain, they're for you. You and the life he thought he was so blessed to share with you. He had thought so stupidly that maybe all the turmoil he had faced in his early life was because you would be waiting in the future, and be a hundred times worth the despair he had felt.

But of course, it would all be stripped away. You wouldn't forgive him. He wouldn't forgive himself. He would have to live with the fact that the love of his life was gone for good, and along with you, any ounce of love he felt in his heart.

.....

"Stop Dreaming! Will I Marry that low life? No way!"

"That idiot played right into my hands. And fell for me."

Isn't it funny, how you don't realise the damage your words can do until they are thrown back at you?

Was this how you felt when he had thrown your love away?

No, it must've been worse because these were the words of a woman he couldn't love, but you; he had loved you and you had loved him. The words from his fiancé sounded shrill and sharp against his ears, but he could not even compare how he would've felt if those words were from you.

Sanji felt the energy leave him as suddenly as his hopes to move on from you and the crew had come. What was wrong with him? Leant heavily on a wall he listens as this woman berates him for his stupidity. But he deserved it. That's what he thought.

He had left the days of chasing women long ago, but he found himself forcing himself back into the rhythm just to push the thoughts of you from his head.

Yes, I'll cook for pudding-chan.

Yes, I'll just revert to Sanji. The Sanji who loves women.

Yes, I'll forget, I'll move on.

But the dish he made for Pudding was the abundance of favourite foods of his crew. The one in larger quantity was yours. '[y/n]...' Sanji retched himself free of your image for only a moment but his heart jolted laboriously against his chest. He missed you. But then, he'd remember the flash of your downcast eyes shining in utter despondency and in the absence of the love he usually saw in them.

He didn't deserve you.

But when he hears Pudding's words mock him of his love and being. He did nothing but miss you. Miss your kind words and gentle touch. Miss your honest love and your silent comforts. Miss your joy and laughter and the glimmer in your eyes when he cooked something for you.

Fuck, he missed you.

Sanji crumbles, flowers lost from his grip and food long forgotten. He reaches for a cigarette; he was on his last few having gone through them like nothing these past few days. But as he reaches the lighter and flicks and flicks and flicks again, there is no light. When finally, a glimmer of hope prevails and he sees his cigarette catch fire, it is out in an instant by the pouring rain.

The vision of your smiling face is lost along with it.

One tear slips past his face, followed by another. His heartache was almost unbearable as he felt himself move away. Anywhere was better than listening to the words of the woman he was betrothed to. But the place he wanted to be in most was the embrace of the woman he loved.

.....

Now you are standing there, in his grasp and in front of him, but your eyes were filled with a pain he feared he couldn't ever undo.

"Please love, I don't want to move on from you..."

Your eyes meet his and he sees an emotion he had never seen in your gaze: hesitation. You were usually so sure with him, so usually knowing that he was your safe space and your comfort and all you could need. Sanji hates that he had stripped that all away.

You begin to speak but he is quick to cut off your sparing words.

"Sanji-"

"I never loved her."

Your eyes shoot open as his words tumble like boulders from his mouth.

"I- I only love you. Those words I said to you, I didn't mean a single thing. I don't hate you, I wasn't miserable with you, I was the happiest I had ever been and I was stupid to give it up so quickly. I was a coward. I-"

A tear slips lonely down your cheek, but you are surprised when you feel slight anger ignite in your system rather than resistance.

"That's what you think I'm angry about Sanji?"

The man in front of you freezes mid-sentence, his anxious eyes giving way to utter confusion.

“I-“

"That's what you think hurt me?"

You let out a soft, emotionless laugh as you look to the ceiling and back to him, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"I wanted you to let me in, I wanted you to let me help you. I told you not to protect me, I told you to let me fight with you but you didn't."

There is a silence that unveils the sentiment of truth in your pain. Your own boyfriend had left you with bitter words, but what had torn your heart to shreds was the fact that you thought he did not trust you to carry his burdens as he did yours. You thought that a relationship with him would concur to you being his person as much as he was yours and yet he had shut you out and walked away.

"You pushed me away."

Your last words to him are quiet, and the pain exceeds what you can hold back so tears start to cascade quickly down your face.

"Sanji-"

He moves before you even have the chance to continue, your broken words causing his own chest to squeeze painfully. He pulls you close to him and in an instant, you are engulfed in his arms and your senses are filled with his familiar scent and warmth. You tremble slightly as you push your face deeper into his chest, and his face buries itself into your skin.

Sanji feels his heart contort painfully as it goes from warmth to agony.

How can a woman such as you exist?

Your kindness he didn't deserve? Your love and consideration he had hid himself from? Your devotion to him? All this time he had thought the words he spoke to you were what caused the distance between the two of you. But you were hurting because he had not trusted that you would accept him and comfort him and carry his hardships as yours.

"I'm so sorry love. I- I just didn't want you to know. I didn't want you to see how pathetic I was in my earlier life. I didn't want you to see me differently. I didn't want to burden you or cause you hurt."

Your tears start to slow and your heart rate steadies as you find solace in the chasms of his arms. "I know that I just-" Your words stumble into your soft cries.

"I just wanted to help you."

When Sanji pulls away and looks into your eyes, he finds in them a glimmer of hope. Could he dare to ask for your forgiveness? When he moves next it is out of all the love he has for you in his heart, all of his regret and sorrow and devotion. His breath is hot against your lips before they connect, deep and soft and passionate. He brings your form closer to him, his touch like fire on your skin.

You finally respond.

A hand carves its way into the depths of his blond hair as you pull him impossibly closer. You move desperately against him and pour all the fondness and misery you held onto into the kiss. It lasted for long moments, the pressing of your mouth to his, the warmth and the love. When you pulled apart his head rested on yours, his affection still lingering on your skin. Your breaths were uneven.

"My love, forgive me."

When his gaze meets yours, it is filled with his pure, honest intention. Yes, the division cast between you may take more than a kiss to heal. Yes, the trust shared between you may have to be built from a hundred conversations and reassurances. But the love that the both of you had was true, and you knew that neither one of you would be moving on from the other. So, you smile tenderly and sadly at him as you tug his face to yours and connect your lips softly and deliberately.

In your mind was one thought.

You'll both be just fine.

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Sanji Vinsmoke X Reader

TRAITOR (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

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Our little guy is scared he wont be your little guy anymore.

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)The sun was shining so brightly it could probably melt the deck boards if you gave it long enough and that was exactly when Tony Tony Chopper knew something suspicious was about to happen.

He was nestled behind a stack of barrels on the Sunny’s upper deck, peeking carefully through a sliver of shadow, his little hooves clenched into small fists. There she was. Lounging on a beach chair like some goddess of the sea, sunglasses pushed up in her hair, wearing one of those shirts that was definitely not doing its due diligence. Her legs were lazily stretched out, one hand behind her head, the other idly twirling a straw in her drink. She looked so cool. So relaxed. So beautiful. Like one of those models from towns they would pass by.

Sanji, with his stupid swishy hair and his dumb fancy shirt with three buttons undone due to the sun. he just had to show off his chest hair, bleh. He strolled across the deck holding a tall, frosty drink in his hand.

Chopper scowled harder, ears twitching.“Stupid Sanji…” he grumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Stupid, tall, twirly eyebrowed, fish cooking, flirt face…..” A pause came to chopper as he couldnt think of any other way to diss him “Jerk.”

“There you are, mademoiselle,” Sanji said, placing the drink beside her with a smooth smile. “Your afternoon special: mango and lime iced tea, sweetened just the way you like it.”

“Ohh,” she hummed with a sleepy grin, stretching her arms above her head, “you spoil me.”

Sanji chuckled. “I live to serve.”

“HE’S SUCH A SHOW OFF,” Chopper mouthed silently behind the barrels, glaring.

She took a sip, then glanced up at him, eyes amused. “You even added mint leaves. Fancy.”

“Well, I couldn’t possibly serve a beautiful lady anything less than perfect. It’s not hard when you always look like you need to be spoiled” He gave a low bow.

Chopper slapped a hoof over his mouth to keep from groaning too loudly. “Gross,” he hissed under his breath. “Disgusting. Barf. Blegh.” The reindeer ducked his head behind the barrels, mumbling to himself.

“She used to say I was the cutest on the ship. She used to share her cookies with me. And read medical books with me. But now it’s all ‘Sanji this, Sanji that.’” He kicked a pebble on the deck and muttered, “Stupid eyebrow noodle man. Acting like he’s so smooth. I bet he doesn’t even know her favorite kind of cookie is the cinnamon ones with the little sugar crust.”

Peeking again, he saw her lean over the side of her lounge chair to pull Sanji closer by the wrist. Chopper’s jaw dropped. “What?! What’s happening now!?”

She was whispering something to Sanji, laughing under her breath, and Sanji stupid smug Sanji was grinning like a cat who’d just been given the whole can of fish. Then Sanji reached down and OH. HE TUCKED A STRAND OF HER HAIR BEHIND HER EAR.

“DISGUSTING!!” Chopper shrieked in his mind, face bright red with secondhand embarrassment. “why would she let herself be tainted by that”

She didn’t even smack him. She just smiled at him and kept sipping her drink like it was normal.

Chopper muttered as he pressed his cheeks with his hooves. “shes going to forget about me and ill never hang out with her again. she will never hug me again”

He watched in growing agony as Sanji pulled up a small stool beside her. They started chatting, laughing about whatever. She even nudged his shoulder with her foot at one point and Sanji didn’t fall over screaming about how she touched him like usual he just chuckled and gently pushed her foot away like they’d done this a million times.

“Oh, come on!” Chopper hissed. “KICK HIM KICK HIM” He flopped on his back behind the barrels, limbs spread out in defeat. “I was here first. I was her buddy. We were besties. She used to ask me for snacks, not prince butt over there.”

Suddenly, he jolted up, hooves clenched with determination. “No. I won’t go down like this.” He peeked once more. “Okay, so they’re talking. Big deal. I can talk, too. I’m a doctor. Doctors are smart. Maybe if I casually walk over and mention something complicated, she’ll remember how awesome I am.”

‘Sanji stood up to get her another drink. Now’s my chance!’ Chopper zipped out from behind the barrels and darted down the deck ladder, little hooves a blur. He sprinted toward the lounge chair like it was a battlefield. He was three feet away, already rehearsing something cool about cranial nerve response and then Sanji returned. With a fruit plate. Chopper skidded to a halt and dove behind a potted plant with a loud thud. Neither of them noticed.

Sanji was kneeling beside her now, taking the empty fruit peel from her and tossing it into a small trash bowl like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hand brushed his lightly as she thanked him. She didn’t pull away. Chopper curled into a fuzzy ball, nose wrinkled.

“I hate you,” he muttered at Sanji under his breath, resting his chin on his knees. “You stupid tall blond lady stealing cooking nerd.” He sniffed. “…I also made her tea once. And it had honey she said it was ‘the perfect sweetness.’ But I guess that doesn’t matter to anyone anymore?”

Chopper sighed deeply, the tragic sound of a tiny broken heart. “Fine. I’ll let her have her dumb fruit with her dumb cook for now. But next time,” he pointed at the sky, “She is reading a book with me”

Behind him, laughter continued to echo on the deck warm, familiar, and completely unaware of the tiny jealous doctor hiding just out of view. He tugged his little blue hat down lower over his eyes, still crouched behind the barrel. He didn’t even notice that his cheeks were redder than his nose.

“If she asks where I am,” he muttered, voice cracking a little, “I’m gonna say I was really busy doing doctor stuff. Super important. Too important to drink fruit juice or lounge around or whatever.”

he was going to be the one she shared fruit with. Not that stinky cook. …Though he might still let Sanji cut it. He was really good at that. But only the cutting! Chopper huffed again and disappeared below deck.

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) The kitchen was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional turn of a page. Sunlight streamed in through the window above the sink, casting golden patches across the floor. Chopper lay sprawled comfortably in her lap, his head resting on her thigh, one of her hands idly stroking behind his ears as the other held the book they were reading. This, this was peace.

Finally. He had been waiting all day for this his reading time. She always made time for him. Always knew when he needed a quiet moment. A little warmth. A gentle voice. She was his big sister, as far as he was concerned. Someone he could trust, vent to, cry in front of, and fall asleep against.

He let out a soft, satisfied sigh, curling up a little tighter, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before popping back open just to look at her again.

She hadn’t said much since they sat down. She’d simply walked into the kitchen with a book tucked under her arm, spotted him reading at the table, and smiled.

“Want to finish this with me?” she asked, gently.

And just like that, he was scooped up and placed on her lap like it was his rightful throne. Because it was.

“Of course I do,” he muttered, pretending to sound grumpy even though his tail was practically wagging.

She just chuckled and opened it to the bookmarked page. Now, a few chapters in, she was reading out loud in a calm, warm voice, her tone changing with each character, even making sound effects for dramatic moments. Chopper’s ears twitched in delight with every exaggerated gasp or sneaky villain laugh she threw in.

No Sanji.

Her fingers scratched gently under his chin. “are you scared of the villain,” she teased, glancing down at him with a smirk.

“I am not!” he barked defensively, though he definitely was.

She giggled. “you always get so tense whenever there is a bad guy.”

“Well, someone has to be,” he muttered, shifting slightly and crossing his hooves. “You’d probably fall for some charming bad boy with a tragic backstory if I wasn’t around to keep you grounded.”

She raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “Oh really?”

“I’m serious!” he insisted, turning in her lap so he could face her directly, tiny hooves pressing into her stomach for balance. “You need someone who can sniff out nonsense.”

She tapped the tip of his blue nose. “That’s what I have you for, right?”

Chopper’s entire face lit up a warm pink.

“I I mean yeah, obviously,” he stammered. “That’s why I’m here. Not because I care or anything.”

She rolled her eyes fondly and returned to reading, and he curled up again, his face still warm but his heart even warmer. The kitchen door creaked open.

Chopper’s ears twitched. His eye twitched. He knew that sound. “Oi, I smelled fresh tea,” came Sanji’s voice as he stepped into the room, towel slung over his shoulder. “Need a refill, beautiful?”

Chopper immediately snapped upright in her lap, nose scrunched and shoulders raised in defensive puff mode. “She’s busy!” he snapped before she could answer, arms thrown wide like he was shielding her from a poison dart. “We’re reading!”

Sanji blinked at the sight of them.

Then smiled. “Oh, sorry, chopper. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Too late, you did,” Chopper grumbled, tail flicking like an angry cat.

Sanji opened the cupboard anyway, whistling to himself like he wasn’t a walking threat to peace. The reader tried to hold back her laugh, but the amused smile on her face betrayed her. She whispered, “Chopper, he’s just making tea.”

Chopper glared up at her, eyes wide with betrayal. “Today it’s tea. Tomorrow it’s child abandonment”

She snorted. Chopper’s ear twitched. He tried to ignore him. Focus on the story. But his hooves flexed slightly against her lap. she looked up. “I promised Chopper I’d finish it with him this time. You know he hates it when we get interrupted.”

Sanji chuckled, and Chopper hated the way it sounded like he knew he was pouting.

“You’ve read that book, what, five times already?” Sanji asked, the sound of him crossing the kitchen soft but ever present. “Still your favorite?”

Chopper let out a loud exhale through his nose.

“She’s allowed to have favorites,” he grumbled, turning a page with a little too much force. “People who’ve actually read it with her would know that.”

She raised an eyebrow, amused. “You okay down there?”

“I’m fine,” he snapped, but it came out more like a whiny squeak. Sanji leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a dishtowel tossed over his shoulder

“I remember when you used to read that one to me,” Sanji said with a teasing grin.

Chopper froze. She giggled, nudging Chopper lightly with her hand. “well you probably were the first i read too.”

there it was. The dagger. Right between the ribs. Chopper’s head whipped up, face twisted into an expression of sheer betrayal. “You what?”

She blinked down at him, still smiling. “I told you that, didn’t I? Sanji and I go way back. Before even the Going Merry.”

Sanji gave a smug little wave from the stove. “She used to patch me up back when I’d get into fights at the baratie. Thought she was some wandering noble or something the way she acted.”

“And you looked like a stray dog in a too small tux,” she shot back playfully.

They both laughed. Chopper stared at them, absolutely appalled. He scrambled to sit upright in her lap, his little hooves on her thighs, glaring at her. “You knew him before me?!”

She jumped, then gave him a soft smile. “Chopper, of course I did. You joined later, remember?”

“But but you’re mine!” he protested, red faced, nostrils flaring. “I mean not like that! I just you’re my friend! You’re not supposed to have any cooler relationships before me!”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying I peaked when I met you?”

“Yes!” he shouted without hesitation. “Absolutely! He’s not allowed to come in here acting like he knows all your favorite books and stories and drinks and and stuff!”

Sanji peeked over. “Relax, little man. I’m not trying to steal her from you.”

“You can’t steal what’s already mine!” Chopper huffed. “I’m her book partner!”

She reached down and cupped his cheeks with both hands. “Chopper. You are very important to me. You’re one of the best parts of this crew”

He blinked up at her, sniffling slightly. “Even if he brings you tea and cooks for you and says weird things with his stupid face?”

“whose face are you calling stupid?!???”

“Even then,” she promised, kissing his forehead.

Chopper slumped back against her, victorious but exhausted. “Good. ’Cause I was about to make a full medical report on how badly allergic you are to flirty cooks.”

Sanji just rolled his eyes and slid a plate of cookies onto the table. “Here. Peace offering.”

Chopper eyed the plate. “…Fine. But you have to read the next chapter in a silly voice to make up for it.”

She grinned. “Deal.”

Sanji smirked. “who am I?”

“ the villain,” Chopper growled, pointing at him. so she read on, switching voices and cracking up at her own impressions while Chopper munched cookies and shot Sanji a warning glare every now and then. Just in case.

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)Chopper leapt off her lap with all the dramatic energy of someone preparing for a solo mission. His tiny hooves clacked against the kitchen floor, the book they had been reading now sitting closed and momentarily abandoned on the table.

“I’ll be right back!” he called, puffing his chest out. “I forgot the cinnamon cookies we made yesterday they’ll be perfect for this chapter. No touching the book without me!”

She raised both hands in surrender, laughing. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Doctor.”

Sanji, who had just returned from the pantry, chuckled from across the room. “Hurry back or ill take her all for myself”

“Don’t you dare!” Chopper spun around, jabbing a hoof toward him like a dagger. “She needs me! Not you!” he turned and marched off, nose in the air, grumbling something under his breath about “stupid twirly eyebrows” and “stealing all her attention.”

The door closed behind him with a soft click. As soon as it did, she leaned against the counter, head thrown back in laughter. Her chest shook with it, cheeks glowing. “Oh my god,” she said, wiping her eyes. “He gets so jealous. It’s adorable.”

“Little traitor,” Sanji muttered under his breath, but he looked more amused than offended. He placed the knife down and picked up one of the freshly sliced strawberries. “He was being sweet when I gave him cocoa last week. Cried like I gave him gold. Now I get this?”

“he’s just protective,” you offered with a shrug. “He’s been a little shadow lately. Kind of hard to miss how much he likes me.”

“I can’t miss it,” Sanji said, holding the strawberry up. “He nearly stabbed me with a toothpick when I brought you a plate of toast this morning.”

You grinned. “You’re exaggerating.”

“absolutely not”

she giggled. “He acts like I’m gonna be kidnapped or something every time I talk to you for more than three seconds.”

“Can you blame him?” Sanji asked smoothly, sliding a few bright strawberries onto a small porcelain plate. “You’re kind of everyone’s favorite.”

She smiled, still riding the end of her laughter, as she stepped a bit closer to where he stood. Her arms folded over her chest, amusement still sparkling in her eyes. Sanji plucked the ripest strawberry off the plate, holding it between his fingers “Want one?”

Her brows lifted, surprised but curious. “Sure.”

He brought it toward her lips, gaze flicking briefly from her eyes to her mouth and back again. She leaned in, slower than necessary, and bit the strawberry from his fingers, her lips brushing just barely against his skin as she did.

Sanji’s breath caught, just faintly, but he played it cool. His expression didn’t change much except for the small tug at the corner of his mouth, like he was trying not to smile too wide.

“Sweet, huh?” he murmured.

She stepped just a little closer, voice lower now. “Very.”

The air between them seemed to shift. a really weird feeling threading between glances. He didn’t move back. Neither did she. Her fingers brushed lightly along the hem of his jacket that hits the table, eyes still on his.Sanji didn’t move, eyes fixed on you with a gaze that was surprisingly quiet. Less theatrical than usual. Like something unspoken had finally clicked into place. No over the top nosebleeds. No pirouettes of passion.

“I’m hoping you’ll notice,” he replied, voice lower than a whisper.

You blinked. “Notice what?”

“That it’s always sweeter when I’m the one giving it to you.”

“Mr. Prince, aren't you a charmer, once chopper gets back you'll give him a heart attack” she teased quietly.

Sanji chuckled, but his voice had dropped too richer, softer. “Then maybe we should give him something to really panic over.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That so?”

He shrugged, stepping just a hair closer himself, their shoulders nearly brushing. “Just saying… you’re even cuter when you’re teasing him. And maybe a little when you’re teasing me, too.”

CLACK CLACK CLACK.

Chopper’s hooves echoed from the hallway. “I got the cookies!” came his excited shout.

She quickly stepped back with a sharp inhale. Sanji gave her a wink. She barely had time to recover before Chopper burst in, proudly holding a small container above his head.

“lets get back into it!!!”

No one looked suspicious. Except for Chopper who immediately squinted at them both. “…Why does it feel like something happened in here?”

She ruffled his hat as he hopped into her lap again. “You always say that.”

“I’m always right, too,” he muttered.

Sanji just whistled innocently. She just smiled, holding the book open again with a strawberry still sweet on her lips.

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)Chopper was pacing back and forth outside the galley like a doctor about to deliver a terminal diagnosis. Which, in a way… he was. He had to say something. He couldn’t keep letting this nonsense go on. Not while Sanji kept doing that stupid, flirty, soft voiced thing around you. Not while you kept smiling back like you didn’t realize your attention was slowly being hijacked like a pirate treasure chest.

No. This was important. This was personal.

Chopper’s little hooves stomped the deck with purpose as he swung the door open and marched into the kitchen, a one reindeer intervention team. Sanji, of course, was at the counter, shirt sleeves rolled up, humming to himself while slicing peaches.

“Sanji.”

The cook didn’t even flinch. “Hey there, cotton ball. Want something?”

“No.” Chopper’s tone was sharp. Very un tea like. “We need to talk.”

Sanji raised an eyebrow, finally looking down. Way down. Down to the 2’11” reindeer in a tiny doctor’s hat standing with as much fury as he can give off.

“…Is this about my smoking habits again?” Sanji asked dryly.

Chopper took a deep breath. “It’s about her.”

That got Sanji’s attention. He set the knife down slowly. “Go on.”

Chopper marched up to him, head barely reaching Sanji’s waist, eyes locked and blazing.

“She deserves the best, Sanji! Not some loser flirt who thinks he’s charming just because women don’t slap him on sight!”

Sanji blinked. “Pardon?”

“You heard me!” Chopper said, pointing one tiny hoof directly into Sanji’s thigh. “She’s kind and warm and thoughtful and smarter than you even realize! She plays games with me and gives me cookies and listens to me ramble about red blood cells and doesn’t pretend to understand she actually does! And she makes sure I wear my scarf when it’s cold out and never once has tried to use me as bait during battle like some of you!”

“That was once and you were fine,” Sanji muttered.

Chopper glared harder.

“She deserves someone who isn’t just going to flirt with her and then wander off to compliment the next woman that walks by with long legs and a decent neckline!”

“I don’t wander,” Sanji replied calmly, lighting a cigarette. “I appreciate women. Like a gentleman.”

Chopper’s tiny hoof slapped his own face in disbelief. “You’re missing the point!”

Sanji leaned down now, towering like a polite skyscraper over the small doctor. “No, no, I get your point. You think you’re protecting her from me. But what you don’t get, fluffball…”

He exhaled smoke with a slow, smug grin. “…is that no one is stopping me from flirting with a woman I like.”

Chopper’s jaw dropped. “Are you are you bragging right now?!”

Sanji leaned casually on the counter, looking bored. “I’m informing you.”

“You’re ridiculous!” Chopper shouted, throwing his hooves up. “You think just because you’re tall and have a deep voice and twirl vegetables like a ballerina that you can just flirt with anyone and it’ll work?!”

Sanji raised one eyebrow. “…Yes.”

Chopper stomped. “SHE’S DIFFERENT!”

Sanji’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t respond.

“You can’t treat her like you treat everyone else,” Chopper continued, a little breathless now. “She’s not just another pretty girl passing by. She’s ours. Part of the crew. Part of me.” His voice cracked slightly. “She makes me feel like I’m still her little brother even when I mess up. She’s not some girl you write poems about and then forget a port later!”

Sanji didn’t move. The smoke from his cigarette drifted between them like fog.

Chopper’s voice was softer now. “She’s someone worth holding onto. Someone who deserves more.”

The kitchen went quiet for a moment. Finally, Sanji took a slow breath. Flicked some ash into the tray. And then He crouched all the way down until he was eye level with Chopper.

His smirk was gone. No playful glint in his eye. “…You’re right,” he said, voice low. “She is different.”

Chopper blinked. “And yeah,” Sanji continued, “I flirt too much. I know that. But I also know the difference between a passing crush and someone who makes me want to change how I’ve always been.”

Chopper’s ears twitched.

“I don’t flirt with her because I do it with everyone else,” Sanji said, “I flirt with her because I mean it. And if she ever wanted me to stop, I would.”

Chopper stared. Sanji stood again, stretching his back, the moment of vulnerability already hidden beneath his usual demeanour. “But until then?” He turned with a grin, walking back to the counter. “You’ll have to deal with it, Doc.”

He tossed a peach slice down to Chopper’s hooves.

“For energy. Your next monologue might need it.”

Chopper glared up at him, absolutely fuming. This not how he thought this would go. “…That doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

“Didn’t ask you to.”

“You’re on thin ice, cook.” Chopper stormed off in a rage,

The pantry door creaked quietly as you pushed it open. You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop at first (really), but you and Sanji had been tucked in the corner near the spice rack, giggling and flirting in your little secret bubble, when Chopper had burst in like a one man rebellion in a child sized hat.

You and Sanji had scrambled. You into the pantry. Sanji into “innocent chef mode.” and Chopper, full of bluster and big feelings, had delivered what could only be described as a heartfelt beatdown.

You’d heard everything.You waited a beat. Two.

Sanji sighed softly and turned back to the counter, like the moment had never happened.

Which was your cue.

So now, here you were stepping into the galley with a soft smile on your face and love pooling in your chest like sunshine through a windowpane.

Sanji hadn’t noticed you yet. He stood at the counter, one hand braced on the wood, the other rubbing the back of his neck, a bit stunned by everything. You could tell from the slight slump of his shoulders that Chopper’s words had hit deep.

Which made what you were about to do even better.

You sprinted two steps and launched yourself onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist, giggling into his ear.

“My boys love me sooo much~!”

Sanji jumped so hard he almost dropped the knife he’d just picked up. “ah! thought you left”

You snorted into his shoulder, absolutely delighted. “I heard everything,” you murmured, pressing your nose to his skin. He was warm. Always warm.

“You were hiding the entire time?” he asked, setting the knife down and grabbing your thighs to hold you in place. “You just let me get verbally mauled by a miniature moose?”

“I just wanted to see if there was a reason if i had to scold chopper”

“Your perfume’s all over the spice rack. I should have known you never left” he mutters while steadying you.

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, pressing a soft kiss there before resting your chin on his shoulder. “You handled him well. ”

Sanji’s arms looped under your legs, effortlessly hoisting you higher. “That’s ‘cause he’s right. He’s got good instincts, even if he’s two feet tall and about to bite my ankles.”

You laughed and tapped his cheek gently. “You really meant all that?”

His voice dropped a little while blushing “Every word.”

You exhaled softly against his collar, smile curling into something gentler than before. “Guess that’s why I’m in love with you?”

Sanji let out a low laugh. “Well I'm in love with you.”

you teased. “All ‘don’t tell the crew yet’ is such BS, ‘I want to take our time, I don’t want to be the center of a love circus on the Sunny.’”

“Because the minute Luffy finds out, he’s going to ask if meat will be at the wedding.”

“…Okay, yeah, fair.”

Sanji set you down on the counter, stepping between your legs and resting his hands at your hips. “You’re worth keeping to myself a little longer,” he said softly. “But not because I’m ashamed.”

Your hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from his eyes. “I know.”

He leaned in, about to kiss you when

“I FORGOT MY SPOON !”

The door slammed back open.

Sanji froze. You froze. Chopper froze in the doorway with his ridiculous novelty spoon raised like a sword… and slowly registered the scene. You, sitting on the counter. Sanji, standing between your legs. Both of you very close. Very suspiciously close. Chopper’s eye twitched.

“…how…. when….”

You winced. “Okay, um Chopper, I can explain ”

“TRAITOR!” Chopper shouted at you, full betrayal in his eyes.

Then he turned to Sanji, pointing his spoon like it was about to channel the wrath of ten thousand thunder gods. “AND YOU ! YOU DON’T DESERVE HER, WOMANIZER!”

Sanji turned red. “That's a big word for elmo!”

Chopper screamed. Then turned and bolted from the room again, yelling over his shoulder:

“I’M TELLING LUFFY!”

You and Sanji stared at the swinging door. “…Well,” you said slowly, “…so much for a secret.”

Sanji groaned, head dropping onto your shoulder.

“what's up with telling ‘dad’”

You snorted, kissed the top of his head, and whispered with a grin. “sorry my love but i guess we should get going”

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softlypossessive · 2 months ago

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

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

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

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🍖 Luffy

At first, Luffy doesn’t get it.

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

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

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

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

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

“WAAAH YOU TALKED TO ME!!!”

Cue excitement. He treasures those moments

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

No hesitation.

One second of antagonizing you = rubber punch to the jaw

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

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

⚔️ Zoro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🍳 Sanji

Sanji is a soft king when it comes to your comfort

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

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

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

Treats your rare spoken words like poetry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

🛠️ Usopp

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

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

Acts as your unofficial hype man 24/7

Narrates your silence like it’s legendary

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

Gets so excited whenever you whisper to him

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

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

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

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

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

Absolutely nervous but still defends you—protective even when shaking

Later brags about it like he was chill the whole time

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

🍊 Nami

Notices your mutism instantly and adjusts without missing a beat

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

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

Becomes your translator in crowds, sharp and effective

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

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

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

Never treats you like a problem to fix

Calls your mutism a boundary, not a flaw

Gets genuinely touched when you whisper something soft to her

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

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

📚 Robin

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

Views your selective mutism as deliberate, powerful, elegant

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

She’s very observant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robin walks up, smiling politely.

“It seems you’re the stupid ones.”

She looks to you and tilts her head.

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

You murmur a single word

“Egos.”

She smiles wider.

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

🔧 Franky

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

When he does figure it out? Immediate SUPER™ respect

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

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

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

Treats your rare spoken words like a backstage VIP pass

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

If someone mocks you? Cue cyborg intimidation mode

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

Loves hearing you whisper in his ear in public.

Instantly salutes.

“COMMAND RECEIVED!!”

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

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

🌊 Jinbe

Understands immediately—doesn’t need an explanation

Has deep emotional intelligence and respects boundaries like a king

Offers quiet companionship when you need it, never pressuring conversation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Absolute guardian energy, with the soul of a poet

🎻 Brook

Surprisingly intuitive about your silence despite being loud himself

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

Makes gentle jokes to ease tension but always watches your cues

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

If you whisper something in public? Dramatic swoon every time

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

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

Believes your silence is poetic and meaningful

“Some voices are loudest without sound.”

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

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

cue chill-inducing violin chord

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

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

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

🧸 Chopper

Soooo gentle and sweet with you from day one

Was nervous at first like

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

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

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

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

If you whisper to him, he melts.

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

If someone bullies you or gets pushy?

Normally sweet Chopper goes feral mode

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

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

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

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

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

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You were only gone five minutes.

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

Apparently, that was enough.

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

"Oi, sweetheart. Why so quiet?"

You didn’t respond.

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

They leaned in. Circling. Testing.

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

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

Not loud. Not rushed. But deliberate.

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

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

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

And then there was Luffy.

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

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

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

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

"I didn’t need help."

He grinned. "I know."

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

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

That was it.

That was all it took.

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

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

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

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

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

No lectures. No questions.

Just a warm space carved out around you.

Safe. Quiet. Yours.

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

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

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arkaiveofurown · 2 months ago

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The Little Things

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Strawhat Reader

In the midst of island visits and quiet routines with the Straw Hat crew, a small habit of yours—carrying candy for Chopper—quietly weaves its way into someone else’s attention. What begins as a simple gesture of kindness slowly stirs something unexpected between you and the reserved captain of the Heart Pirates.

Word Count: ~2,300 words

tag: fluff

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You were walking through the ship’s halls when you heard a familiar voice. “Hey, Y/N!”

It was Chopper, and he was looking up at you with his usual big eyes. “Hi, Chopper!” you greeted, bending down to his level.

Chopper bounced in excitement, his little hooves tapping against the floor. “Do you have any candy today?”

You smiled and reached into your bag. You always carried a few sweet treats with you for moments like this. “Here you go, just for you.”

Chopper grinned widely as he took the candy from your hand. “Thanks! You’re the best!”

You chuckled at his enthusiasm. “I just like to see you happy, Chopper.”

A quiet sound came from the doorway, and you looked up to see Law standing there, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. He was watching you and Chopper, his gaze intense but unreadable.

Chopper didn’t notice, but you felt the weight of Law’s stare. You waved it off, focusing back on the little reindeer. “Enjoy, okay?” you said with a soft smile.

Law watched you for a moment longer, before walking off without a word.

——

The days passed as usual. You continued to bring Chopper little candies from time to time, just because you liked seeing his smile. Chopper had a habit of getting sad or stressed when things were tough, so a sweet little gesture was your way of lifting his mood.

One evening, you found yourself sitting next to Chopper on the deck, enjoying the cool breeze. You pulled out your bag and started to reach for a candy, but before you could open it, you saw Chopper holding out a piece of candy, already unwrapped and ready.

“Here, Y/N,” he said, grinning. “I saved you some!”

You laughed. “That’s sweet, Chopper. But you know I’ve got plenty.”

Chopper giggled, his big cute eyes sparkling. “I like sharing candy with you!”

From the edge of the deck, Law was leaning against the railing, watching the two of you with an unreadable expression. You didn’t notice him, as you were focused on Chopper. Law stood there for a long time before turning and disappearing into the ship’s interior, his footsteps light.

You paused for a moment. It was odd. It felt like he had been watching you, but you couldn’t be sure.

—-

That evening, you were outside again, enjoying the stars. You weren’t sure why you always found solace in the night sky, but it gave you a sense of peace.

You were so caught up in the stars that you didn’t notice Law approaching. He sat down beside you silently, leaning back against the railing. You glanced over and offered him a smile.

“Enjoying the view?” you asked, your voice light.

“Mm,” Law responded, his gaze following the stars in the sky. There was a strange quietness to him tonight. Usually, Law was pretty quiet, but tonight, it seemed deeper, as if he had something on his mind.

“You know, you’re not much for talking, huh?” you teased, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.

He turned his head slightly to look at you. “Not really,” he replied, voice low and calm.

You chuckled softly. “Fair enough. But it’s nice having someone around who appreciates the quiet.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes softening slightly. “I don’t mind the silence. It feels… more real.”

You looked at him, trying to gauge the meaning behind his words. But before you could ask, he turned his attention back to the horizon, and the moment passed.

——

The island was bustling, and you were taking a break with the crew after a particularly intense battle. The streets were lively, filled with the sound of traders and laughter, but something felt off. You glanced around and noticed Chopper, sitting by a bench in the corner, his face buried in his hooves.

Your heart tightened. You walked over, crouching down next to him. “Hey, Chopper, what’s wrong?”

Chopper didn’t answer immediately, just sniffled, clutching his small hands to his chest. He was usually so full of energy, so this was unlike him.

“I… tried to use the rumble medicine,” he said softly, his voice filled with disappointment. “I thought it would work, like last time. But it didn’t. I tried so hard, but it just didn’t help me.”

You frowned. You knew how much Chopper wanted to be stronger, to help everyone with his abilities, especially after the rough fight. You reached out, gently patting his back.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, offering a comforting smile. “The rumble medicine isn’t the only thing that makes you valuable, you know?”

“I know,” he said, voice trembling. “But… I wanted to help. I thought if I could just be stronger… maybe I could be more useful to everyone.”

You frowned, feeling your heart ache for him. Chopper had always been so hard on himself, even though the crew loved him and depended on him just the way he was.

You hesitated for a moment, knowing just how much Chopper loved sweet treats, and how it always seemed to lift his spirits. You had a small bag of candy for him in your bag, something you always carried with you for moments like this. But then, you suddenly realized—you had left your bag back on the ship.

You sighed quietly to yourself, feeling a pang of disappointment. You had wanted to comfort him, but without the candy, you were unsure what else could help.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. “You’ve done more than enough, Chopper. You’re already strong, even without the rumble medicine. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone.”

But just as you were about to continue, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“What’s going on here?” Law’s voice was calm, as usual, but there was something softer in it today. You turned to see him standing nearby, his hands in his pockets, looking at you and Chopper.

You blinked, not expecting him to be here. “Oh, hey, Law… Chopper’s just feeling down. The rumble medicine didn’t work like he thought it would, and now he’s feeling a little useless.”

Law’s eyes softened slightly as he reached into his coat. “I happened to have a few of these on me,” he said, pulling out a small bag of candy. “Chopper seems like he could use one.”

You looked at him, a little stunned. “Law… you?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the exchange. Law’s quiet kindness spoke volumes, and in that moment, you realized how much he had picked up on the little things you did for Chopper. He wasn’t one for grand gestures, but he understood, just like you did, how important these small moments of care were.

The air felt lighter now, Chopper’s mood visibly brighter, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. As Chopper happily munched on the candy, you shared a brief, almost imperceptible glance with Law. His quiet act of understanding had said more than words ever could.

——

Later that evening, you found yourself alone on the deck, gazing at the stars. Your mind kept replaying the events of the day—how unexpected and small the gesture from Law had been. You never imagined he’d take notice of something so simple.

Footsteps broke your thoughts, and you turned to see Law approaching.

“You seem lost in thought,” he remarked, stopping beside you. “What’s on your mind?”

You offered him a soft smile. “Just thinking about today… about how kind you were to Chopper.”

He glanced at you briefly, his usual poker face in place. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

You gave him a teasing look. “Really? Because it seemed like one to me.”

“You seemed to care a lot about Chopper,” Law finally spoke up after a long pause. “You’ve done that before—brought him candy. You… you like making him happy.”

You nodded, slightly surprised that he had noticed. “Yeah, he loves it. And sometimes, he just needs a little something to brighten his day.”

There was a brief silence. Then Law shifted, his voice softer this time. “It’s not just that. I’ve seen the way you patch up Luffy’s wounds before he even asks. How you always save the last snack for someone else. The way you always remember what makes people smile.”

You blinked, warmth blooming in your chest. His words were quiet, but they held weight.

“You care about the little things,” he continued, his gaze meeting yours. “Chopper, the crew, the things that make them happy. I guess… it stands out to me. How you’re always looking out for them.”

There was a brief moment of silence, and you noticed Law glance at you, his expression unreadable but soft in a way that was rare for him.

You blinked, unsure where he was going with this. “It’s just… what I do. They’re important to me.”

Law shifted slightly, more focused now. “You always care. Even in the smallest stuff.”

You felt your chest tighten, unsure if you fully understood what he was getting at. “And what does that have to do with you?”

He turned to face you, his voice a bit quieter now. “It’s because I’ve started to care about what you care about. What you love.”

You stared at him, eyes wide as the realization settled in. It was a simple thing, but it felt like a weight had shifted between you. Law, in his quiet, subtle way, had acknowledged that he cared for you, too.

He gave a small, almost imperceptible smile before he added, “I love what you love.”

#one piece x reader #law x reader #one piece x y/n #law x y/n #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgaw law x reader #trafalgar water d. law #trafalgar law x oc #one piece x you #law fluff #one piece chopper #tony tony chopper #fluff #fanfic #one piece fluff

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sammigrll · 2 months ago

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strawhats modern groupchat smau!

| strawhats x fem!reader

| just some bs i thought would be funny😭 i might do some more serious ones in the future tho! just testing the waters😛

#one piece #one piece x you #smau #one piece smau #roronoa zoro x reader #portgas ace x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #god usopp #cat burglar nami #nico robin #vinsmoke sanji x reader #cyborg franky #tony tony chopper #portgas d ace x reader

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sh4nksslvt · 2 months ago

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Say something

Straw Hat Pirates with a newly recruited reader who has selective mutism, appears unassuming but is secretly op

Strawhats x psychic!femreader ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw, bit of angst(?)

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs a bit cringe

words count:968

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

You weren’t used to crowds.

And right now, that was a problem—because you were very much in one. A particularly sweaty, loud, and increasingly hostile one. The Straw Hats had docked at a lively but rough port for supplies, and in an unfortunate twist of fate, you’d gotten separated from the crew while browsing a small weapons stall.

Now you were surrounded by a group of sneering pirates, each one more obnoxious than the last, forming a loose circle around you like a pack of hyenas smelling blood.

“Aww, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” one of them leered, waving a cutlass lazily at your side. “Cat got your tongue?”

“She ain’t said a word,” another said, voice thick with mockery. “Too scared, huh?”

“She’s shaking,” a third laughed. “Bet she can’t even hold a sword properly.”

They were right about one thing: you hadn’t spoken. But it wasn’t fear that silenced you—it was them. Strangers. Eyes. Loud voices demanding a reaction.

Your throat felt tight. The words—simple ones, just leave me alone—were locked behind a door your mind couldn’t open. So you did what you always did when this happened.

You stared.

Expression blank. Shoulders loose. Breathing calm.

The mask of silence you wore never failed to make people underestimate you.

And right on cue, the biggest of the group stepped forward, cocky and smug. “C’mon, sweetheart. Say somethin’. Just one word.”

You tilted your head and blinked at him slowly.

He leaned in closer, thinking you were cornered prey.

And that’s when he made his mistake.

He reached out—fingertips brushing your collarbone, tugging at your cloak—like you were some kind of doll to poke and prod.

You whispered, barely audible: “Don’t touch me.”

He blinked. “What was that—”

And then you moved.

—

The first crack was his ribs.

You didn’t look strong. That was your favorite part about this whole thing. Small frame, loose clothes, no visible weapon. You’d always been dismissed as fragile, silent, soft.

But that was before your elbow shattered the man’s chestplate and launched him backward into a fruit stand. The market screamed and scattered. In seconds, chaos erupted.

Two more charged at you from either side. You twisted—agile, fluid—and drove a sharp heel into one’s temple while catching the other’s blade between your fingers. Not even a scratch.

He stared at you in shock.

You smiled sweetly.

Then bent the sword in half like it was tinfoil.

“Oh, she’s weird,” one pirate shrieked.

“Demon!” another cried.

You crouched low and pressed your palm to the ground. There was a faint ripple of energy, subtle and shimmering. A deep hum thrummed beneath the earth. Then the cobblestones exploded, launching your remaining attackers into the air like popcorn kernels.

Psychic force, compressed and sharp like a blade of wind. You didn’t need to speak to cast—just focus. Just want.

—

Across the square, the Straw Hats had heard the explosion before they saw you.

“What was that?!” Usopp shouted, ducking behind Franky.

“I think the market’s being destroyed!” Nami yelled.

“Could be marines,” Sanji muttered.

“Could be her,” Zoro said suddenly, eyes narrowing.

“Huh?” Chopper squeaked.

Zoro didn’t answer. He was already walking toward the noise.

—

When they arrived, the square was in shambles.

Stalls crushed. Dust everywhere. Six pirates knocked out cold. A seventh trying to crawl away with only one shoe and his pride in pieces.

And you—standing alone in the middle of it all, clothes scuffed but otherwise untouched, casually spinning a small rock above your palm with lazy telekinesis.

You looked up when they approached. Your eyes locked with Luffy’s first.

You expected him to be surprised.

Instead, he beamed.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!” he yelled, running up to you like a kid seeing fireworks for the first time. “You exploded the GROUND!”

You blinked, unsure how to respond.

Zoro whistled low. “You’re stronger than you look.”

Nami was wide-eyed. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You shrugged, still spinning the rock.

Robin tilted her head, looking more curious than shocked. “Psychic ability,” she murmured. “Very rare. You must have excellent control.”

Sanji, meanwhile, was clutching his chest. “Mon dieu… she flipped a man with her foot. I am in love. I am ascending.”

You rolled your eyes.

Chopper scrambled up your shoulder, stars in his eyes. “Can you teach me that thing you did with the sword?!”

You raised a brow, then made the rock hover in front of him. He squealed in delight.

Usopp ducked behind Luffy. “Can she read minds?! Wait—can she read MY mind?!”

You smirked. Then deliberately looked at him and said nothing.

He screamed and ran behind a barrel.

And through it all, Luffy never stopped smiling.

—

Later, back on the Sunny, Luffy found you sitting at the railing, watching the sea. The sun was setting, sky turning to amber and pink. You didn’t hear him approach, but you felt him sit beside you.

You glanced at him, then looked away.

He leaned closer. “You okay?”

You nodded.

“You don’t talk a lot,” he said, not as a complaint, just a statement.

You shook your head.

“But you can.”

You hesitated. Then leaned in, gently cupping your hands around his ear.

“I only speak when it matters,” you whispered.

He grinned. “It mattered earlier?”

You nodded again.

He sat back, still smiling. “Good. Then I’ll wait. ‘Til it matters again.”

You stared at him for a second longer. Then reached out, flicked his forehead gently with a little psychic zap.

He flinched. “Hey!”

You didn’t reply. Just smirked.

He grinned wider.

“You’re cool shishishishi,” he said.

And you finally let yourself laugh—quiet, barely audible, but real.

They’d seen your power now. The cat was out of the bag.

But you still had a hundred secrets left to keep.

And the crew?

They were just getting started.

a/n: idk if its just me but i love an overpowered reader, especially if theyre psychic ><

#one piece #one piece x reader #strawhat pirates #strawhats #op luffy #roronoa zoro #nico robin #sanji #tony tony chopper #nami #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #luffy #fluff #psychic

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scvrgrl · 3 months ago

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is this love? | monkey d. luffy x fem!reader

you had caught his attention from the moment he met you, and now he knew exactly why. these feelings were both enticing and petrifying, suddenly filled with guilt for being so unprofessional. although, monkey d. luffy has never been a man of tradition...

word count: 6.4k

tags: fem!reader, a lil angsty (brief mentions of insecurity), best friend!usopp and best friend!nami, shifting perspectives between reader and luffy (most of it in luffy’s pov), some suggestive content but no smut, hardly proofread oops, lots of fluff tho! inspired by ‘is this love?�� - bob marley & the wailers :)

the sun hung high in the sky, it's warm rays spreading across your skin, transforming it into a glistening bronze. it was a leisurely time on the thousand sunny, the chaos of battle behind the crew and a ways away in the new world. you finally had time to yourself, taking advantage of the tranquility that lingered in the air. all morning, you participated in self-care activities — from enjoying a long, steamy bath without disruptions from your male crew mates, to dedicating quiet time on the deck to finish the rest of the book Robin lent you while you tanned in your admittedly-skimpy bikini. however, the peaceful silence become suddenly unsettling, your heart beginning to race as you became increasingly anxious. your senses had been already been deprived, the sun blazing just behind the thin layer of your eyelids, the wind’s pace picking up and swarming into your ears. where is everybody?

as if you had summoned them, the door to the sunny’s common area swung open, slamming so hard against the wooden panels you thought it created a dent. three figures emerged carrying vibrant weapons that sprayed a mysterious liquid. before you could react, the salty liquid covered your entire body, small icy squirts piercing through your skin accompanied by shouts and belly laughter.

“get her, Usopp!!” a high-pitched voice rang, giggling uncontrollably as they swarm around you. Luffy and Usopp surround you, boxing you in while you sat there stunned and helpless in your seat. it turns out that Usopp had manufactured a new weapon — although, it’s sole purpose was to terrorize you and the rest of the crew rather than the foes you’d soon face in the new world. Chopper had made himself comfortable while he rested on the shoulders of the surprisingly sculpted man before you, Usopp’s brown skin glistening with sweat and seawater. Luffy stood beside you, his pronounced abs directly in your eye sight as he gazed his pearly grin upon you. the proximity of his heaving, sweaty body beside you made your cheeks flush, hoping the rubber man wouldn’t notice as you stare a little too longingly into his eyes.

the fondness you’d grown for your captain slowly bloomed into an unrequited crush over time — constantly reminding yourself that he has bigger things to worry about than working his way into your heart. the weight of his effect on you was suffocating at times, almost like “an exhausting burden that sucked the life out of me,” you had described to Nami once. it was unnecessarily distracting the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him — sneaking glances at dinnertime as he ravaged his meal, always looking for him during a battle to ensure his safety over your own, fumbling over your words and avoiding eye contact whenever he would approach you. his blissful ignorance to your coy advances didn’t make it any better, he always assumed you were just teasing him.

“hey! what’s the big idea, huh?” you griped, shouting at the group for splashing the crisp pages of the book on your lap. Robin is gonna kill me. “i’m gonna wring your neck for soaking Robin’s book! you know she's gonna my head, dumbasses!”

“awww c’mon [y/n]! it’s just a little water! what are you, scared or something?” Luffy teased, quirking his thin eyebrows.

“just a little water, huh? we’ll see about that,” you retorted, shifting your shocked expression to something more sinister and calculated. The sudden change of your demeanor stunned the young men before you, each of them exchanging quick glances before turning tail to flee. before they could do so, you lean over, clutching onto Luffy’s strong arms to steal the water-gun from his hands. the swiftness in which you moved didn’t give him enough time to react, a surprising feat considering how agile he can be. the slick from the sweat-seawater mixture that coated his body caused your hands to slip, gliding across his firm biceps and feeling every vein and scar that marks his skin. you were able to find dry patch on his wrist, clasping it in your hands and ridding him of the weapon.

“hey what the-!” Luffy exclaimed, arms thrown up into the air, leaving him perfectly vulnerable to your attack. you aimed the gun straight at the area between his eyes, the espresso-colored irises following its barrel. ocean water squirts right where you want it, waves of obsidian becoming soaked and falling over his eyes. Luffy shakes his head to rid his eyes and hair of the salty water, directing its droplets to you when he hears your squeals of shock. a large splash hits your spine as Usopp and Chopper team up against you, firing their “ammo” whilst you were distracted. you turned your attention to them, your initial anger subsiding into an invigorating rush of adrenaline as you charged toward them, laughing and screaming.

“Luffy, grab her!” Usopp commands over his shoulder, shielding himself from your relentless attack. before you could comprehend the command, you’re suddenly swept off your feet, kicking your long silky legs as a pair of strong arm wraps around your waist and hoist you up.

“Luffy! put me down!” you pleaded, giggles being pushed out of you as Luffy presses firmly on your stomach. he shifts your entire weight into his arms, hooking one of his arms under your legs as he carries you bridal-style. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your bare chest against his, breathing in tandem as he carries you toward the commotion. your breasts graze against the large “x” scarred into his chest, the textured skin creating a sense of friction that causes your stomach to flutter. you hadn’t noticed, but you had been breathing dangerously close to the crook of his neck as you held yourself close to him. selfishly, you wished this silly quarrel never ended, just so you could hold onto Luffy’s touch for a little while longer…

…

Luffy and Usopp had been scheming all morning — huddled and hushed in the corner of the boy’s quarters as Usopp made the finishing touches to his new contraptions. their sudden bursts of rambunctious laughter had earned its fair share of glares from Zoro, who had been resting peacefully in his hammock. they had been compiling a list of unsuspecting victims to test their weapons on — automatically ruling Zoro out as he had seen the finished product. as Usopp went down the list, Luffy gave his opinion on how he think each person would react, giving amused “oooo”’s and “ahhh”’s with each name. when Usopp made his way to your name, Luffy rolled over on his back, holding his stomach as a sweet melody of belly laughter erupted from his lips.

“oh man, she’s gonna be so mad!” he exclaimed, riding through his fit of giggles.

“she's gonna kill you two, you know that right?” Zoro grumbled, peeking at the pair through his dark eyelashes. his arms crossed behind his head, hands cupped in the valley of green tufts to support his neck while he rested.

“that’s why we have to do it! [y/n] has yet to experience a taste of our pranks. c'mon Usopp, back me up here!”

Luffy’s gaze fell upon his best friend, who had still been tinkering with the gun’s trigger mechanism. Usopp’s tongue rested between his lips in concentration, briefly returning it back to it’s place as he looked over to Zoro, “he’s right, Zoro. everyone on the crew needs to experience it. it’s like a rite of passage.”

“whatever. i’m not savin’ anyone’s ass if she bugs out,” Zoro conceded, shutting his eyes for the last time as he finally drifts off to sleep.

so that’s exactly what they did — stealthily monitoring your every move throughout the morning, lurking within dark corners of the ship to catch you in a vulnerable position. and, unbeknownst to yourself, you set the perfect trap when you decided to bask in the midday sun with your funny little book.

now, Luffy carried you in his firm grasp — cradling you close as he dodged the fire from Usopp and Chopper’s offense. the seawater sprayed upon your exposed body caused you to slip from his grasp, Luffy’s fingers sliding from the slick pooling between the creases in your thighs and waist. with every passing moment, his grasp on you became looser and looser. eventually, you were able to break free — using your freedom to take control and tackle Luffy, fighting him for his weapon.

the two of you tussled on the warm patch of grass that coated the deck, arms and legs beginning to itch from the constant scratching. Luffy had fought many dangerous foes before, but they were no match for your strength and determination. he felt himself losing, your thighs pinning his waist to the ground as you firmly parked yourself on his lap. you used one of your free hands to pin his wrists against the pillowy grass beneath the two of you, the other hand spinning the toy gun with incredible ease.

you rested the gun between the small space where his dark eyebrows met, a sly smirk dancing across your lips, “gotcha.”

the air surrounding the two of you abruptly became thick, Luffy’s breath hitching in his throat despite the quickened rise and fall of his chest. why is she so heavy all of a sudden?

the height of the sun once again casted its beaming rays onto you — only this time, you had an unexpected audience. your soaked hair had draped over one of your exposed shoulders, the saltwater accentuating natural waves that ran through it. the suns rays allowed the seawater that coated your skin to glisten, droplets shimmering over the curve of your thighs and boobs and ass and—

wait.

Luffy found his heart racing against his thoughts, thumping violently in his chest. an unfamiliar warmth pooled at the base of his abdomen, sparking into a living flame that kindled and fluttered throughout his body. the warmth suddenly became overwhelming, his cheeks and neck flushing with every passing moment. the blissful fluttering in his belly transformed into an unbearable wave of nausea, anxiety rising in his chest. what the hell is going on???

without much thought, Luffy abruptly twists his hips from beneath you, causing you to lose your balance. you rolled onto the grass, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched Luffy briskly walk away, the muscles in his back working as he hurriedly swung his arms back and forth.

“hey, are you okay?” you called out, concern filling your chest.

even the sound of your voice put Luffy on edge, worried that you would catch on to his sudden change in demeanor. he flashed you a quick smile over his shoulder, his pearly teeth shining in the sun as they gritted against each other, “yeah, i’m fine! i think i just ate too fast is all. i’m gonna go lie down for a bit.”

the moment he returned to face the rest of the sunny, his smile fell. Luffy made his way down to the boys quarters, finding his bed and flopping face down into the mattress. he released a sigh that could’ve pushed all the air from his lungs had he tried just a little harder. the weight on his chest made him wish that he could do just that, hoping that such a simple remedy would cure his sudden ailment. becoming so overwhelmed by an unfamiliar feeling unsettled Luffy. he had always been so used to being sure of himself — never thinking twice about challenging emperors and soldiers with bounties that dulled his own in comparison.

the thoughts that raced through his mind caused him to toss and turn, ruffling the already-disturbed sheets from beneath him. falling asleep was always second nature to Luffy — the act of simply resting his head was enough to make him drift off to sleep. but now, he couldn’t stop thinking. images of your soaked body flashed behind his closed eyelids, the droplets of water traveling down your navel burned into his memory. Luffy released a loud groan of frustration, palms digging into his eyes as he pulled at the jet-black hair that draped across his forehead. dramatically, he kicked the sheets that became tangled between his legs, limbs flailing and begging to be set free.

Luffy’s thoughts nearly suffocated him, anxiety rising in his throat as he came to the realization that something was seriously wrong. he hopped out of bed, immediately swinging open the door and making his way over to Chopper’s medical ward. his loud footsteps echoed through the narrowed hallway, large feet slapping against the floor as he charged straight to the familiar door. Luffy lingered a while before knocking, fidgeting with his calloused hands as he worked up the courage to admit that he was sick. he was always used to taking care of his crew that he often felt bad for worrying them about his own problems.

“hey Chopper, you in there?” he asked gently, lips pressed against the crack of the door.

a small “hm?” was heard before the sound of hooves scuffling against the wooden floor made their way closer to Luffy. Chopper opened the door, curiously inspecting his captain as he stepped inside. Luffy jumped onto the examination table, the weight of his butt slamming against its surface caused some nearby vials to rattle.

“what’s wrong, Luffy? did you get into Sanji’s knives again? he told you not to do ‘three-knife style’ anymore!!” Chopper scolded, worried that his friend ticked off the ship’s cook. “if you make him mad again he’ll give the rest of your dinner away to Nami and Robin.”

under normal circumstances, Luffy would have entertained the idea, arguing that mastering such an artistic fighting style would only help in improve his chances of becoming king of the pirates. however, this day had been far from normal — nerves once again bubbling up to the surface, making his mouth go sour as his thin brows furrowed together. “i think something’s wrong with me Chopper. like, seriously wrong.”

Chopper’s blue nose twitched as the expression on his face shifted from amusement to concern. panicked, he shuffled his way over to Luffy, grabbing his blue medical bag to assess his condition. he noticed the way Luffy clutched at his stomach, fingers lingering over the small tissue that covered his belly button. Chopper tenderly pressed on his abdomen, testing whether or not his friend is suffering from something internal, “does this hurt?”

Luffy shook his head, sighing heavily as he laid down on his back. “it’s not a stomachache i don’t think, it’s something…different. i can’t put my finger on it.”

“well, what do you mean? maybe if you tell my your symptoms, i can make a treatment plan to help you feeling good as new!”

Luffy smiled at his generosity, mentally patting himself on the back for choosing such a caring doctor to manage his crew. he chewed on the soft tissue inside his mouth, contemplating different ways to list out his symptoms. when that didn’t work, he just let his mouth run, word vomit pouring out of him seemed to be the way to go.

“it all started when we were on the deck playing with the water guns. my heart started to race and my cheeks got super hot, like my face was on fire! my palms got super sweaty too — like way more than usual so that made me even more nervous cause i almost never sweat. and then my stomach — oh my god my stomach — it felt like all of my organs did a flip! i haven’t felt that way since Katakuri spun me around in the mirror world, and even then it didn’t feel nearly as bad as it did just now! i seriously thought i was about to yack all over [y/n] if i didn’t get off the floor.”

Chopper stared at him wide-eyed, his breathing becoming rapid as he worked to piece the puzzle of Luffy’s sudden illness together. as Luffy continued, Chopper became increasingly more nervous, each of his symptoms sounding a little too close to a virus he had done some reading on earlier that week. he had read that the mystery disease came from ingesting a rare bacteria that thrived off of hot, humid climates and the salt from ocean water — which had coincidently been the exact conditions the straw hats had been sailing through for the past few days. Chopper’s “brave doctor” act slowly begins to deteriorate as Luffy continues to list his symtoms, “-and my chest got super tight, like someone was squeezing my heart and wringing out my soul”

tears welled up in Chopper’s eyes, a small trail of snot running out of his blue nose. the sound of his sniffling pulled Luffy out of his thoughts, returning his attention to his furry friend. “Chopper? what’s wrong buddy? was it something i said!?”

losing the battle of fighting back his tears, Chopper began to wail and turned around to flee the room. Luffy charged after him, puzzled as to why he would suddenly burst into tears. it turned out that Chopper was making his way to the kitchen, seeking comfort from Nami and Sanji, who had been preparing the crew’s next meal. the aroma of chicken and vegetables filled the room, the delicious scent traveling to the rest of the ship as the door swung wide open.

“hey! if the two of you are gonna horse around, then do it outside! i’m cooking here-“ Sanji shouted, cautiously swinging his knife to point in the direction of the deck.

“LUFFY’S GONNA DIE!” Chopper cried, ending Sanji’s sentence short and gaining the attention from the chef and his unexpected partner. bewildered, the pair turned to face the intruders, fear becoming apparent on both of their faces.

loud, thunderous footsteps had suddenly come to a halt upon entering the room, Luffy caught the swinging door with his large palm before shouting, “I’M WHAT?!”

“i’m sure that’s not true, Chopper. now what’s actually going on?!” Nami asked, her tone soft with reassurance. she had been chopping carrots and celery to accompany Sanji’s dish, the blade coming dangerously close to her long fingers upon the interruption. Chopper had run up to Nami, seeking comfort in her lap as he nuzzled his face into her thighs, wiping his tears on the pair of denim jeans she wore.

“all of his symptoms line up with a specific virus i was doing some reading on the other week! i don’t have the proper herbs to cure it in my collection! i’m so sorry,” Chopper said, the last part muffled as he hid his face behind his small hooves.

“well what were the symptoms? maybe you’re just jumping to conclusions buddy,” Sanji soothed, his raspy voice always softer when speaking to Chopper. with that, Chopper turned to Luffy with glossy eyes and snot dribbling down his chin, nodding his head for him to share his symptoms. so much for doctor-patient confidentiality.

Luffy huffed a deep breath, preparing for his crew to decide his fate, “fine. i dunno…when we were messing around on the deck, my chest just got real tight all of a sudden — and not from all the running around. it was…different, like an aching almost.” Luffy balled his hand into a fist, mimicking the tightness in his chest. “and my stomach started fluttering and burning, like way deep down. i’d never felt anything like that before in my life. and the weirdest part was that it didn’t hurt, but it actually felt kinda good for a moment…”

the words from Luffy’s rosy lips trailed off as he returned his gaze back to his crew, their faces shockingly calm and…happy? “why are you guys looking at me like that? what’s wrong with me??”

the door to the kitchen swung open once more, Zoro walking in and holding from a half-empty bottle of sake. “sounds like you’re in love,” he joked, chuckling as he brought the rim to his mouth and taking a long swig. Sanji began to berate him for being so selfish, claiming that the bottle he was so carelessly drinking from was meant for “special occasions only, dumbass!”

Luffy blew a raspberry through his lips, “yeah right! i’ve never even had a crush on anyone! that’s just gross, plus that’s Sanji’s job!”

“i don’t know Luffy, what you just described sounds exactly what i feel when i look at my sweet Nami and Robin!” Sanji cooed, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and smooching kisses in Nami’s direction.

Nami, not even flinching at Sanji’s advances, asked more questions to investigate Luffy’s condition, “well, did it happen when you were looking at anyone in particular..?” despite being known for her independence, Nami was very in tune with romance — always picking up on queues and indulging in romance fiction that Robin would entertain her with. the moment she asked the question, Luffy’s demeanor shifted.

“well...kinda. it happened when i was holding onto [y/n]” Luffy said, voice unfamiliarly low and shy. the entire room erupted in laughter, teasing Luffy for sweating something so normal. Chopper sighed with relief, glad to know that his friend wasn’t dying. Nami giggled and punched Luffy’s arm playfully, “you do have a crush, ya dope!”

Zoro slapped his back with an extra-heavy hand, his slight drunkenness causing him to lose control of his strength. something inside Luffy finally clicked, a brief moment of relief soothed his soul before the gravity of the situation came down on his shoulders like a fright train. the cacophonous laughter began to blend into a ringing in Luffy’s ears, overwhelmed with the information. he huffed a quick laugh and turned to make his way back to the boy’s quarters. what the hell?

…

Luffy couldn’t sleep that night, his eyes straining to carve out the grooves inside the wood that lay above him in the dark. everytime he closed his eyes, all he could see was you — the way your hips curved, your pillowy thighs plush across his lap, the small constellation of moles and freckles that sprinkled across your smooth skin. his cheeks flushed just at the thought, thanking every power up above that the room was dark and everyone was fast asleep. the racing of his heart was no match for the speed at which his mind ran, however, disgustingly sweet thoughts flooding his senses.

the brief moments of sleep he did get were interrupted by dreams about you. he pictured the way your warmth would feel beside him, entangled in his sheets and his arms after a long night of peaceful sleep. the rising sun’s glow landed on you just right, illuminating the soft skin on your bare back. your cheeks were colored with a soft, sleepy blush, the rise and fall of your back as you breathed soothed all his anxieties. your eyes had a softness to them that tugged at his heart as they stared into his own with contentment, your dark lashes still heavy with sleep. your plush lips fixed themselves into a smile, mumbling something that was inaudible to Luffy’s rosy ears. whatever you said didn’t matter, as your lips met his and morphed together into a soft kiss. morning breath be damned, he found himself drinking you in, touching every part of you, attempting to commit it to memory. however, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember exactly how you felt, the fuzziness of the dream clouding his senses. the dream felt like a warm embrace, a tight grasp that he wouldn’t mind staying in for just a little while longer…

when he woke up, Luffy opened his eyes to the empty spot in his bed — you nowhere to be found. your absence led Luffy’s heart to ache, feeling like he was missing a piece of him. this newfound discovery about himself tied loose ends in his life that he couldn’t quite pinpoint — he wasn’t sure why he always made sure you were okay during a battle, why you were the reason behind his motivations for improvement, why he always caught himself sneaking glances at you during meal and leisurely time. you had caught his attention from the moment he met you, and now he knew exactly why. these feelings were both enticing and petrifying, Luffy suddenly filled with guilt for being so unprofessional. although, Monkey D. Luffy has never been a man of tradition.

…

the past few days had been a blur for Luffy, constantly lost in his own thoughts. he started becoming hyperaware of every little thing, making sure that every time he saw you he was presentable. Luffy started grooming himself — showering more than once week, spending more time in front of the mirror to tweak his wild hair so it sat just right. with the bouts of self-confidence came insecurity as well, overanalyzing his posture and facial features. the scars on his face and chest suddenly the only thing he could think about — wondering if you thought them to be impressive or gross, seeing them as a mark of failure and weakness rather than a symbol of survival and determination. he traced the rough edges of the scar on his chest with his calloused fingertips, analyzing the fusion of pinks and reds that color his chest. this particular day he decided to cover it up, buttoning his shirt just above his scar to conceal it from the rest of the crew, embarrassment and shame pang in his chest.

conflicting feelings wrestling in his mind and chest began to take physical tolls on Luffy — deep purple bags weighing his eyes down from the lack of sleep. he decided that he finally had enough of this senseless torture, deciding that today was the day he would tell you exactly how he felt. Luffy’s impatience led him to believe that jumping to confessions would finally allow him to marvel in all the good things love had to offer. he couldn’t wait for you to be in his arms, to carry you around on his back, to kiss you anywhere and anytime that he wanted. he couldn't wait for you to be his.

Luffy figured he would pay the only person he thought would be the most well-versed in this thing called “love” — his ship’s cook, Sanji. despite having a questionable past when it comes to romance, Sanji could actually be captivating, making suave advances at all kinds of women over their years of travel and succeeding. Luffy wandered into the kitchen, finding Sanji sharpening his knives in preparation for dinner.

“hey Sanji. can i ask you somethin’? Luffy asked, resting his elbows on the pristine table cloth as he took a seat. Sanji put his knives away and returned his attention to the young man, cautiously approaching him as he wore a solemn expression.

“sure, what’s up?”

“how can i tell [y/n] i like her? i mean, i don’t wanna scare her away but at the same time, i just can’t stop thinking about her! she’s so pretty I’m worried she wouldn’t wanna be with someone like me...” Luffy trailed off, getting lost in his sorrows once again.

Luffy’s uncertainty threw Sanji for a loop, scrunching his curly eyebrows in confusion, “since when do you care about what people think? just be yourself, Luffy, you have nothing to worry about. i’m sure if [y/n] didn’t like you she wouldn’t have joined the crew”

“well yeah but what if she doesn’t like like me? what if me telling her i like her scares her away and she’ll never be a part of the crew again?” Luffy threw his face into his hands, pulling at the stretchy skin around his cheeks in exasperation.

“if that’s the case, then treat her to a huge bouquet of flowers! women love that flashy shit,” Sanji claimed, taking a long drag from his cigarette. “i’ll even help you bake her a cake or something. sound good?”

“hell no, you’ve got it all wrong!” Nami exclaims, wandering her way into the kitchen for an apple to snack on. “women don’t just want ‘flashy shit’ Luffy, especially not [y/n].”

“wow Nami, that top looks darling on you!!” Sanji exclaims, scurrying over to her to get a closer look. brushing off the compliment with a simple “thank you,” Nami continues her string of advice.

“look, since i’m the closest to her i think that you should just be yourself. all [y/n] truly wants is honesty, and if you tell her exactly how you feel, she’ll be understanding no matter what.”

and it was true. Nami had easily become your best friend the moment you stepped foot on the thousand sunny — the both of you confiding in each other free of judgement. it was Nami and Usopp who had listened to you pour your heart out about how you truly felt about your captain. there were nights where you cried into her lap about how lonely you felt because you thought he would never reciprocate these feelings, believing that he couldn’t afford to make the room in his heart to love you more than just platonically. you believed that you’d be stuck in the friendzone forever, your bottled feelings gnawing at the walls of your heart bit by bit until it was entirely consumed by loneliness. Nami kept these moments in mind, internally screaming as she couldn’t wait to watch this relationship unfold. you idiots have no idea.

“once you’ve gathered your thoughts, then you can tell her how you feel. but until then, i’d lay low for a while — that way you don’t jump her the next time you see her. but don’t completely ignore her!”

Luffy hadn’t expected to take Nami’s advice, but it made sense as she was the closest to you. he brought her into a tight embrace, squeezing the petite woman’s frame as he chuckled a giddy laugh into her ear, “thanks Nami! who knew you were so good at this stuff?”

“yeah well, this therapy is gonna cost you about fifteen hundred berr—“

“SEE YA!!” Luffy shouted over his shoulder, cutting Nami off before she could set her price in stone.

…

you hadn’t seen or heard from Luffy in a few days, which wouldn’t worry you under normal circumstances if he wasn’t acting so…strange. your captain has always been cooky and silly, but this behavior was different. the times you had seen Luffy, you flashed him a soft smile, a peaceful, friendly greeting. however, his eyes would just go wide and avert your gaze, something akin to fear flashing in his dark eyes. when you tried to confront him about it, he would brush you off and say it was just leftover stress — but the way his lips pursed and how he avoided direct eye contact let you know that he was lying. after that conversation, you resulted to avoiding him as well, embarrassed to seek him out when it was very clear that he did not want to see you.

the loneliness and shame was eating away at you, every day a piece of you withered away as you mulled over what you could’ve possibly done to receive such treatment. all roads led back to that moment on the deck, where you got too comfortable, too carried away and let yourself do something you knew you shouldn’t have. it was too much, why would you ever think that was a good idea?

you made your way to Nami’s room, trails of dark grey running down your cheeks from the mascara you had cried off. upon opening the door, you caught a glimpse of Nami and Usopp laughing about something before they directed their attention to you. Nami’s warm smile quickly faded, patting the cushy space next to her as she invited you over. the moment you shut the door behind you, the tears returned tenfold. all the pent up frustration and anger came pouring out of you, strong streams of salty tears surging from your eyes.

“i think Luffy hates me,” you said, voice strained from choking back a sob. you filled them in on all the gruesome details, spilling the guilt and honest frustrations you felt and how you blamed yourself for his behavior. Nami immediately regretted the advice she gave to Luffy when she saw the state you were in, never imagining that you would’ve been this devastated. her and Usopp exchanged quick glances, warning each other not to reveal too much so they wouldn’t spoil Luffy’s confession plan.

“oh [y/n], i promise he doesn’t hate you. boys are just dumb sometimes, especially the ones on our crew,” Nami joked, chuckling lightly to ease the tension that lingered in the air. you huffed a breathy laugh as you wiped your nose, tucking your hair behind your ears to avoid getting the trails of snot into it.

“i think he’s just going through some personal stuff right now,” Usopp reassured, twisting the tiny frills of your shirt between his fingers as he lay sprawled out on Nami’s mattress. “trust me, i know what it’s like to have Luffy hate you for a while, and this just isn’t it. just give him some time and he’ll come back around.”

their kind words put you at ease, the stream of tears drying out slowly as you collected yourself again. “thank you guys, i needed that.”

the pair gave you soft smiles, continuing to keep the mood alive by cheering you up with filling you in on the predicament Usopp got himself into earlier that day.

…

the sunset marked one week since this whole predicament began, Luffy finally ready to confide in you about how he truly felt. he had prepared a whole speech — each line carefully crafted with Nami’s help to describe exactly how he felt, not wanting to miss a beat. he couldn’t afford to forget anything, as one tiny mistake could result in catastrophe. Luffy had never prepared this much for anything, not even when fighting warlords and emperors. you had superseded all of them, your attention and feelings more important than his own.

Luffy recited his speech over and over again in his head, making his way to your favorite spot on the sunny in hopes of finding you. the second he laid his eyes on you, however, his mouth went dry and the words suddenly scrambled together in his head. his attention was fixated on the way your face glowed against the orange horizon, the breeze blowing your hair behind you and putting every feature on display. you leaned over the railing, resting your elbows on the wooden edge as you drank in the smell of the seawater. your glowing eyes turned to meet Luffy’s, your face stoic and glum as you turned back to face the setting sun.

“fancy seeing you here,” you stated sarcastically, your words lacking any form of amusement as your frustration returned.

“can i talk to you about something?” Luffy said, his voice suddenly small and nervous. the tension in his voice had been unexpected, causing you to turn around and meet him face-to-face. you crossed your arms over your chest, nodding your head in his direction as a sign of permission for him to continue. Luffy took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts properly to restrain the word vomit that built up in his throat. although, his nerves made him feel like he was about to actually vomit.

“first, i want to apologize for the way i’ve been acting these past few days. it was never my intention to make you upset or mad at me or anything. i did it because…” Luffy paused, fidgeting with the hem of his shorts. god, this is so weird.

“because…?” you asked, the anticipation eating away at you. your heart thumped violently in your chest, throat beginning to sting as your nerves returned.

“because i like you, okay? like more than i should — and if i’m being completely honest, i didn’t even know i could like someone like that. but when I’m with you, i feel like i have a purpose. and of course I feel that way with everyone else, but you’re different!”

Luffy took a small step forward, gently grabbing your hands and holding them in his. “the moment i realized that i actually liked you, something inside me clicked. it felt like everything suddenly made sense and a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. i felt like i could breathe again and i was free. hell, i’ve been having dreams about you ever since — but nothing weird though i promise!”

the way he threw his arms up in defense at that last sentence made you laugh, all of the dizzying stress releasing through your nose. you hadn’t realized it, but tears began to flow from your eyes. but these were tears of joy, tears of relief that everything you had beat yourself up over for the past week was all in your head. all you could do was stare at the man before you with a beaming smile and teary eyes, your brain short-circuiting as you took in every syllable that left his mouth.

“i’m so sorry, [y/n]. i never meant to make you feel like i was avoiding you on purpose, i was just finding the right things to say. i really don’t wanna screw this up, so — if you’ll have me — i want to be there for you. i want to be the person you wake up next to every morning, the person you can come to and share everything with. i want to be yours and i want you to be mine.”

Luffy’s thumb grazed your cheek, wiping away the tears that ran down your face. you leaned into his touch, gently pressing your lips into the palm of his hand. the intimate gesture caused Luffy’s cheeks to burn a bright red, a hopeful smile forming across his lips.

“took you long enough,” you teased, redirecting his hands to your waist as you draped yours around his neck. “i’ve loved you for a long time, ya know? i was just waiting to see if you’d ever come around, dumbass.”

Luffy could no longer contain his excitement, hoisting you up by your waist and spinning you around in the air. your playful squeals were quickly silenced as he brought your lips to yours, drinking you in with every touch and taste.

many people made the assumption that Luffy was born under a lucky star, attributing his success to destiny and fate rather than the determination and strength he put forth. that claim had always pissed him off as it made him feel like he was cheating the system entirely. however, it wasn’t until he held you in this moment that he finally understood what they had meant.

i could get used to this.

teehee i’ve been wanting to write for luffy for sooooo long but never knew what to write about. then this idea came to me like an epiphany and im so glad it did!

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inseobts · 29 days ago

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Sunshine Lost

strawhat crew x fem ! strawhat ! reader (platonic)

you're the sunshine of the strawhats, until doubt shattered everything—and years later, when you return on the enemy’s side, your final act of love is a sacrifice they’ll never forget

words count: 2.4k

tags: platonic, d3ath/sacrifice, angst, hurt/comfort, accusation, misunderstanding, found family, marine involvement

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The sun shines high over the Thousand Sunny, and you’re dancing on the deck again.

"Yoo-hoo~! Sanji! Is lunch ready yet?" you sing, spinning in place as you wave your arms like a windmill "I’m starving!"

"Almost done, my sunshine angel!" Sanji calls from the kitchen window. He’s got that goofy heart-face again "Just a few more minutes, mon amour!"

You giggle "Okay! I’ll wait with my stomach screaming!"

"Don’t scream too loud," Zoro mutters from where he naps on the deck "Some of us are trying to sleep."

"Grumpy swordsman alert!" you tease, poking his leg as you skip past him.

He grunts. Doesn’t move. Classic Zoro.

Nami looks up from her map "You’ve got too much energy. You sure you didn’t sneak any cola from Franky’s stash?"

You gasp, hand to your chest "I would never! I’m innocent!"

Luffy laughs as he climbs up the mast "She just runs on sunshine!"

You beam at that. It’s true. You love them all so much. Being part of the Straw Hat crew is like a dream come true. You’re always ready to help, to smile, to cheer someone up, even when the seas are rough.

But today… today feels just a little strange.

At night, after dinner, Robin finds you sitting by yourself near the rail.

"You’re writing again?" she asks, soft voice blending with the wind.

You nod, hiding the paper quickly "Just a letter."

"To your cousin in the Marines?"

"Yeah," you say "But it’s not like I tell them anything important. I just wanna know if they’re okay."

Robin nods slowly "Be careful. Not everyone sees things like you do."

You blink "What do you mean?"

She just smiles, sad and mysterious "That sunshine of yours… don’t let anyone steal it."

You laugh "No one can steal the sun, Robin."

But you keep your letter hidden that night, folded under your pillow.

A week later, everything falls apart.

"How did they know?!" Nami slams her hands on the table "The Marines were waiting for us at the next island—again! That’s three times now!"

"We even changed our plans" Zoro growls "There’s no way they should’ve known."

Luffy’s quiet. Too quiet.

Franky crosses his arms "Somebody’s talking."

"What are you saying?" You ask, blinking “No one here would do that!”

Brook looks at you gently "Miss Y/N… it’s true someone might be giving them hints, even if they don’t mean to."

You feel the room tilt.

"I talk to someone in the Marines… but I never tell them anything important! I swear!"

Sanji’s smoking. He doesn’t look at you.

"You write letters, don’t you?" Nami’s voice is sharp now "Maybe they read them. Maybe you say more than you think."

"No!" You stand up. Your hands shake "I would never hurt you guys. I love you!"

Robin’s voice is cool "We know how much you care. But the pattern is real. We can’t ignore it."

"You think it’s me." You look around the table "You all think it’s me."

No one answers.

Luffy’s still quiet.

That hurts the most.

You whisper, "Captain?"

He looks up "Just… give us some time, Y/N."

And with that, you’re dismissed.

Your chest feels like it’s caving in. Like someone reached in and squeezed the sun right out of you.

Later that night, you sit alone again. No dancing. No singing. Just silence.

You don’t write a letter. You don’t smile.

Just sit.

Because when your family doubts you… what’s left to shine for?

The ship is quiet tonight. Too quiet. Like it knows you’re leaving.

No stars in the sky, just heavy clouds. Wind brushing your skin like cold fingers. You shiver, but not from the breeze.

You stand in the dark hallway, holding a small bag. Just the basics. You don’t need much. You never did.

Inside the boys' room, you hear snoring. Zoro. Maybe Usopp too. Or even Luffy. In the kitchen, nothing but silence. Sanji must have gone to bed early. Robin’s reading in the library. She won’t hear you pass.

You pause for one second. Just one.

No. You can’t stop. If you say goodbye, you’ll cry. If you cry, you’ll stay. And you can’t stay.

They didn’t believe you.

They looked at you with those eyes. Like you were a traitor. A liar. A risk.

You thought this crew was your family. Your safe place. Your light. But now all you feel is cold.

And you’ve been through this before.

Back then, when people you loved turned their backs on you. Back then, when “trust” was just a word, not a promise.

You swore if it happened again, you wouldn’t wait around to feel it twice.

So you don’t.

You lower a small boat into the sea. No sound, just soft ripples. Your heart is beating loud though. It almost drowns everything else.

You don’t look back.

Not once.

When the sun rises, Luffy yawns and stretches.

“Morning!” he calls, walking toward the kitchen “Hey, Y/N! You awake?”

No answer.

“Probably sleeping in,” Usopp mumbles as he walks by “She always does after a storm.”

Robin glances around “She’s not in the girls’ room.”

Sanji checks the kitchen “She’s not here either…”

Jinbe frowns “Where’s her bag?”

Chopper runs around, checking corners “She’s not anywhere! She’s gone! She’s really gone!”

Nami’s eyes go wide “No note? No nothing?”

Silence.

And then Luffy steps outside. Looks out at the open sea.

He whispers, voice hoarse, “She left.”

No one knows what to say.

Because they all felt it.

They all doubted. And now… the sunshine is gone.

Three Years Later

Location: Pyros Island – North District, in flames

“Move in! We don’t let them escape again!”

The shout cuts through fire and gunpowder smoke.

The Strawhats are in the middle of chaos, racing down broken stone streets, dodging cannon fire, punching through enemy ranks. This was supposed to be a stealth job. Take down a weapons lab. Get out.

It isn’t... because you’re here.

You step out from the shadows, cloak whipping behind you, no longer in bright colors or sunny dresses. You're in black and crimson now... worn gear, face half-covered by a mask. Your eyes sharp.

Not the sunshine girl they remember.

"Stop!" Sanji shouts, eyes wide “That’s—!”

"Y/N...?” Nami says your name like it’s a memory slipping out by accident.

Zoro freezes “No way...”

Luffy stares at you from across the smoke-filled plaza, fists trembling at his sides.

But you don’t say a word.

Instead, you pull your blade.

Your team moves with you, mercenaries, ex-revolutionaries, no flag but fire. You're not with the Marines, never were. But you’re on the other side now. That much is clear.

Brook deflects a strike from one of your allies “Miss Y/N?! Is it truly you?”

You don’t answer.

Too fast. Too close. Luffy launches forward.

“Y/N, stop! Why are you—”

You clash.

Your blade hits his fist, sparks flying.

“Don’t talk to me like we’re friends” you snap. Your voice is colder. Steady. But underneath, your hands are shaking.

“You left us,” he says “Without a word!”

"You doubted me first, how could I stay?" you spit back, eyes flashing.

Robin tries to reach you “You were hurting. We didn’t see it then. But we do now. We—”

“Don’t.” you hiss, swinging at her, forcing her back “You don’t get to say that now.”

Everything’s burning. Everything’s loud. You see fire in every direction. Screams. Crashes.

You hear the crew shouting your name, over and over.

"Y/N!"

"Sunshine, please!"

"Don’t do this!"

You clutch your head suddenly.

They’re louder. But they’re not saying the right things.

Why now? Why not then?

You blink and the battlefield shifts.

Suddenly, they’re laughing. Mocking.

You see their faces, twisted... Zoro glaring, Nami whispering, Luffy turning away.

“You talk to Marines?”

“She’s a spy.”

“We can’t trust her.”

You hear your own voice screaming. No, no, no, that’s not what happened!

You stumble back, vision swimming.

Your chest aches. You can’t breathe.

“Shut up!” you scream, though no one is talking now “Get out of my head!”

Luffy runs toward you again “We didn’t mean it! We were wrong! I was wrong!”

You see the real Luffy this time, his eyes wide, real, full of pain.

But you still can't move.

Too many voices.

Too many memories.

Too many lies you told yourself just to survive.

You drop a smoke bomb and vanish in the clouds.

You hide deep in the ruins. Knees pulled to your chest, eyes wide, breathing heavy.

“…I thought I forgot” you whisper to no one.

But you didn’t.

You remember every laugh. Every dinner. Every hand on your shoulder.

And the way they looked at you that day.

Back on the battlefield, the Strawhats stand in silence, the fire dying down.

“She’s not our sunshine anymore...” Sanji mutters.

“No,” Luffy says, fists clenched “She is. We just broke her light.”

Luffy crashes into the ground, breath knocked out of him. His hat flies off.

“Damn it!” he groans, pushing himself up.

Zoro stands bloodied, blade shaking in his grip “There’s too many.”

Sanji is on one knee, coughing hard “They’re surrounding us.”

“They’re fighting harder because of her,” Nami says between clenched teeth, weather staff crackling with weak sparks “They think we broke her. Maybe we did.”

Brook’s coat is torn. Franky’s chest plate is dented. Chopper’s trying to hold everyone together, but his hands won’t stop shaking.

Robin is quiet. Her arms bloom around them like shields, trembling and breaking just as fast.

They’re losing.

They’ve never lost like this.

Not like this, where it feels like they deserve it.

You’re still in the ruins, clutching your head, listening to ghosts.

"She’s not one of us anymore." "She left." "You were the traitor." "We were wrong." "We were wrong."

"We were wrong."

You blink hard.

They're still fighting.

They're losing.

Because of you.

You rise.

You shouldn’t. You don’t owe them anything. You told yourself that over and over. Built a whole new life around it.

But seeing them bleed, fall, break apart, something inside you won’t let you stay still.

Even after everything.

Even after they didn’t.

You run through the burning alleys, pushing past fallen stone and crying civilians. Your blade is heavy in your hand, your body is slower than it used to be, but your heart is beating with something again.

You see Luffy hit the ground a second time.

You see a blade fly for Nami’s back while she tries to shield Chopper.

You don’t think.

You move.

Your sword blocks it. Sparks fly.

“Get away from her” you growl.

Everyone freezes.

"Y/N...?" Nami whispers, eyes wide.

You stand between them and the enemy, panting, blade up “I’m not here to fight you anymore.”

The enemy soldiers pause, confused.

You glance back at the crew “You guys still suck at watching each other’s backs.”

“…Sunshine?” Sanji breathes, like he’s scared the name will make you vanish again.

You smirk weakly, turning back toward the enemy “Don’t get used to it.”

Then you charge.

Luffy is the first to move after you “HEY! THAT’S OUR IDIOT!”

Zoro grins through blood “Still crazy, huh?”

Nami laughs, even as tears fill her eyes “She came back…”

“Let’s go get her back for real” Robin says, voice like steel.

"Now we’re talkin’, super-style!” Franky shouts, getting to his feet.

Chopper wipes his tears “You’re still our sunshine!”

They all surge forward again, stronger, together, because you’re there.

Because you're home.

After the last of the enemy falls, you collapse on your knees, breathing hard. Ash clings to your skin, and your arms are shaking.

Luffy walks up slowly, holding out a hand.

You look up at him.

"Still want me?" you ask quietly, voice breaking.

Luffy nods, smiling just a little, just enough.

“Always.”

You take his hand.

And this time, you stay. Or at least that's your plan.

The flames have died down. The enemy is running. The people are cheering.

But the war isn’t over.

Because the commander hasn’t fallen yet.

And he’s aiming right for Sanji.

He’s too slow this time. Too injured. Too distracted by you, by the way you laughed earlier, helped Nami, the way your eyes softened when you called him to help you when you got surrounded “Curlybrow!”

He looked at you like he wanted to say something.

He never got the chance.

“SANJI, LOOK OUT!”

You see the blade flash. You see him twist too late.

You move.

Faster than you thought possible. Faster than fear, faster than pain.

You throw yourself in front of him.

You feel the cold stab of steel through your side.

Then through your chest.

Everything stops.

"Y/N—!!!"

Your knees hit the ground. You smile, eyes wide with shock and tears “I'm still fast… huh?”

You fall.

Sanji catches you.

“No, no, no—” His voice breaks instantly, arms shaking as he lowers you down “No! What the hell did you do?!”

“…Guess I owed you guys something big.”

Zoro takes the enemy out for good.

“You idiot!” Sanji shouts at you “You absolute...! Why?!”

You laugh, a cough mixed in “You were the only one who didn’t look at me like a traitor after it happened… You never doubted me, did you? That helped me... So I figured, this time, I’d be the one to help you.”

Sanji’s breath hitches “Don’t say stuff like that. You don’t—you don’t get to do this! Not after you just came back!”

You look past him. Luffy is yelling your name. Nami is sobbing, gripping her staff like it’s all she has left.

Zoro clenches his jaw, his sword sheathed. He already knows.

Robin’s hand covers her mouth.

Even the others can’t move.

You smile at all of them.

You shine, even as your blood soaks the stone.

“I missed you guys… so much.”

Sanji holds you close, forehead against yours.

“We never stopped looking for you” he whispers, tears streaming down his face.

You smile faintly.

“I know. I was the one too scared to face you again.”

The sky is clear now.

No smoke.

No fire.

Just the warmth of the sun rising on the horizon.

Your fingers twitch toward it.

“I'm happy now…”

And then, you go still.

No one says a word.

The Strawhats stand together, for once not in victory, but in grief.

The battlefield is silent.

Because their sunshine is gone for real now.

But the light you left behind burns in all of them now.

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hummingbird24220 · 2 months ago

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Can I please request reader gifting sanji a new tie. It's one of those gimic types (shaped like a fish or with a naked lady underneath type) and he appreciates the gift so he has to wear it but reader keeps gifting him increasingly ugly ties until sanji eventually breaks and has to tell him that while he loves the gifts he can't take one more ugly tie.

(Sorry for all the sanji! I definitely have a favourite, hope you don't get bored of writing for him <3)

Anon, do not apologise. I too, like you, have an obsession with this man. I could write about him for DAYYYYYYS.

I really liked this prompt^^ as a lot of fun to write.

Enjoy!

Tie-ranny

Sanji x reader

The first tie was a joke. You swore it was a joke.

It was a silk monstrosity in the shape of a koi fish—glossy, orange, and just the slightest bit too anatomically accurate. You found it in a tiny market stall on an island known for its quirky fashion, and you immediately thought of Sanji.

Because of course you did.

The man wore suits like second skin, cooked like a god, and smoked like a noir protagonist. He had style. He had grace. He needed a stupid tie shaped like a fish.

So, naturally, you bought it.

You approached him in the galley after dinner service, when most of the crew was lounging about the deck, nursing full stomachs and half-lidded eyes. Sanji was wiping down the counters, still wearing his signature black shirt and that sleek, boring tie.

Time to change that.

“Sanji,” you chirped, hands behind your back. “I got you something.”

He glanced up, smiling instantly. “For me? Mon amour, you shouldn’t have.”

You snorted. “Trust me, I probably shouldn’t have. But here.”

You revealed the tie like it was a weapon. The way his smile twitched said he wasn’t sure if it wasn’t.

He took it gently, inspecting the silky koi fish with a kind of cautious reverence. “...It’s a tie,” he said, after a beat.

“Not just a tie. A statement.”

Sanji paused, then let out a light chuckle. “It’s definitely saying something.”

You wiggled your eyebrows. “You hate it.”

“I love it,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “No one’s ever given me a tie before. I’ll wear it tomorrow.”

You blinked. “Wait, really?”

“Of course.” He smiled at you—warm, charming, and with just a hint of terror behind the eyes. “Merci, my dear.”

You were kind of joking. But now you were also kind of obsessed.

The next morning, Sanji wore the tie.

He actually wore it.

Full suit. Polished shoes. Orange koi fish flopping limply down his chest.

Zoro nearly fell overboard laughing. Usopp asked if it was cursed. Luffy tried to eat it. But Sanji—oh, bless his elegant little soul—kept his head high, his tie straight, and served breakfast with the air of a Michelin-star chef who had absolutely not lost a bet.

You were delighted.

He was doomed.

You gave him a second tie a week later.

This one was a standard black, but when pulled, it flipped up to reveal a tiny cartoon woman in a bikini winking suggestively. Sanji paled when he discovered this—after wearing it to serve tea to Robin and Nami.

He wore it for three days out of sheer politeness.

The third tie played “La Cucaracha” when touched. The fourth one glowed in the dark. The fifth? A neon green knitted monstrosity with googly eyes stitched on like some kind of haunted seaweed.

You were testing him now. You had to be.

And Sanji—poor, noble, increasingly sweaty Sanji—endured them all.

But something in his eye had started to twitch.

Sanji didn’t cry.

But he did sigh like a man who had seen war.

“This one sparkles,” he said faintly, holding up tie number six between two fingers like it might bite. “It’s—bedazzled.”

“Exactly,” you grinned. “It matches your sparkling personality, Sanji-kun~”

He blinked slowly. “I don’t sparkle.”

“You do in my heart.”

He paused. “...That’s very sweet,” he said, voice hollow. “Excuse me while I go make dinner and question everything I’ve ever known about fashion.”

The next time you docked on an island, you dragged Zoro along on your usual supply run. Not because you liked him (you didn’t—he was a menace), but because he owed you a favor and you wanted a pack mule.

You didn’t expect him to actually get into it.

“Oho,” Zoro said, plucking a tie from a dusty clearance bin like it was Excalibur. “This one’s got a cat riding a shark. That’s a power move.”

You gasped. “Oh my god. And look, this one’s got… is that a chili pepper? With sunglasses??”

“Hell yeah it is.”

Suddenly, you and Zoro were in the middle of the store, doubled over with laughter, holding up increasingly cursed neckwear like you were art collectors discovering lost masterpieces.

“What about this one?” Zoro asked, barely holding it together. “It’s a chicken. But with abs.”

“Sanji would hate that.”

“Then we’re buying it.”

It became a game. A secret mission. Operation: Drive Sanji Mad With Fashion.

The tie haul that day was devastating:

One with a holographic dancing skeleton.

One that said “HOT STUFF” in flaming Comic Sans.

One with googly eyes that rattled when he moved.

A skinny tie that looked like a strip of bacon.

You didn’t even try to hide your glee.

And the worst part? Sanji still wore them.

Maybe not with pride. Maybe not even with dignity. But with a kind of resigned, tragic elegance—as if he’d accepted this was his life now, a living shrine to the gods of bad taste.

“Y/N…” he said one afternoon, when you handed him a tie shaped like a squid.

“Uh-huh?”

He looked at you. You looked back, all innocence and sunshine.

He opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Sighed.

“…Merci,” he whispered, like it hurt.

Back on the Sunny, Zoro leaned on the railing, watching Sanji stir soup with his squid tie flapping obscenely against his chest.

“You think he’s gonna snap soon?” Zoro asked, sipping his drink.

You leaned beside him, smug. “I’m giving him three more ties. Maybe two if I find the one with the whoopee cushion.”

Zoro grinned. “Let me know when you go shopping again.”

The alliance had been forged. The chaos was escalating.

And Sanji?

Well, he was hanging on by a thread.

A very ugly thread.

The final tie was the ugliest thing you had ever seen. Which is exactly why you bought it.

It was fuzzy. It was fluorescent. It had two giant googly eyes, a felt tongue that dangled like an accusation, and a built-in squeaker that wheezed every time it moved.

Zoro saw it first.

He stared at it for a long moment, then simply muttered, “Oh, he’s gonna die.”

You nodded solemnly. “Or finally confess his sins.”

You presented it to Sanji after dinner, the rest of the crew scattered and full and blissfully unaware of the oncoming storm. You held the box like it was a precious heirloom.

“Sanji,” you beamed. “From me to you.”

He froze. You saw his soul briefly leave his body before he schooled his face into that familiar, worn-out smile.

“For me?” he said, voice soft like a dying man’s last words.

You nodded with dangerous excitement. “It squeaks.”

There was a long silence as he lifted the lid. His face didn’t change. Not at first. But you saw the exact moment his spirit cracked.

His eye twitched. His cigarette drooped. And then—very gently—he closed the lid.

“Y/N,” he said.

You blinked. “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

You froze. “Wait, what?”

“I love you,” he repeated, fast now, like he was running downhill with no brakes. “I love your smile and your laugh and the way you talk to my soup like it’s alive. I love your voice in the morning and how you hum when you’re bored and yes, even how you and the mosshead formed some unholy alliance to torture me with these godforsaken ties.”

You were completely stunned.

Sanji took a breath. “But if you give me one more tie that squeaks, glows, sings, or looks like it crawled out of a clown’s nightmare—I will burst into flames. And not in the charming, smoldering way. In the literal spontaneous combustion way.”

You opened your mouth. Then closed it. Then blinked. “...So you’re saying you do like them?”

Sanji stared at you.

You grinned. “You do!”

He groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Mon Dieu, please spare me.”

But you stepped closer and leaned in, voice soft now. “You could’ve told me from the start, you know.”

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“You’ve worn a tie that said ‘Grill Me Daddy.’ I think we're past shame.”

That got a reluctant laugh from him.

You reached into your bag and pulled out one last item—not a tie this time, but a sleek, dark blue one with a subtle embroidered pattern. Tasteful. Elegant. Something that actually matched his wardrobe.

He blinked. “Wait… this one’s not hideous.”

You shrugged. “Well, I did get you like eleven gag ties already. Thought you earned one nice one.”

Sanji looked at you like you’d just handed him the moon. “...Thank you,” he said quietly.

You smiled. “You’re welcome, Mr. Grill Me Daddy.”

He groaned again—but this time, when he tugged you in for a hug, he didn’t let go.

#x reader #one piece #luffy #reader insert #nami #nico robin #tony tony chopper #usopp #sanji #fem reader #request #sanji x reader

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animeyanderelover · 4 months ago

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Anon: Yandere Hc’s for the Strawhat Pirates (Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Chopper, Robin, Franky, Brook)?

Little information that Chopper and Brook are to be read as only platonic as I will not write anything romantic for them. Chopper for hopefully OBVIOUS reasons and Brook because… well, personally I do not see myself attracted to a skeleton.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, manipulation, guilt-tripping, paranoia, overprotective behavior, stalking, threats, violence, abduction

Tags: @ladydoe8

Yandere Hc’s

Monkey D. Luffy

🍖If there is one thing that Luffy has proven to be, it is that he is arguably one of the most stubborn people to exist out there. If he wants someone to join his crew, he isn’t just going to take a simple “no” as a sufficient answer and he will be persistent until either his crewmates have stopped him from recruiting every moving being on earth or until he has convinced the person he has wanted to join. That which I just described is the textbook experience that you have with Luffy. His fascination manifests before his obsession does but even then he is already someone you are unable to shake off and even asking some of his friends, people like Zoro and Usopp for example, will just shrug you off and tell you that it is at this rate easier to join the crew than to demotivate Luffy from trying to recruit you. One of two scenarios can now happen. Luffy wins you over with that adventurous and hopeful charisma that he carries around without being even fully aware of it or you continue denying him, meaning that his obsession develops despite you not being part of the Straw Hats at that point and which I will elaborate further on in the abduction part. A little headstart though, Luffy is delusional.

🍖Luffy is very inclined towards physical affection, it just comes naturally to him. That is one thing that immediately gives his feelings away even before he realises them himself. There’s a lot of excessive touching. A breathtaking hug every morning when he sees you, your presence brightening his day up more than the rays of sunshine. The way he clasps your hand in his whenever there is something that he is just itching to show you. And then there are those curious touches, much more tender in comparison to the normal eagerness always displayed such as when his fingers brush over your lips, his eyes much more dazed as he stares at them before he snaps out of whatever just possessed him. Him being delusional is actually interesting as Luffy is emotionally not really dumb. In fact he is actually able to sense most of your emotions at one point but it doesn’t always occur to him that he might be the cause of negative emotions to you. After all Straw Hats are on this journey to fulfill their own dreams as well as supporting each other’s dreams. Finding out that you don’t wish to be part of that dream anymore would hopelessly break his heart.

🍖Jealousy entails a certain amount of insecurity which isn’t often something that Luffy experiences. Perhaps his delusional and carefree attitude enables him to keep that smile even if you are surrounded by other people as he is feeling very secure in a relationship. Far common is that he is a victim of his attention-seeking clinginess. For Luffy it is natural to share every experience with you as this is part of the joy that he is feeling. For you that may not be the case though as you might prefer to have some moments for yourself or to simply talk to others without thinking too much of him. None of that is necessarily bad… for like five minutes. There is a countdown that really starts ticking the moment Luffy notices that you are doing something without him and sometimes the crew places bets on how many minutes he can hold out on before he inevitably walks over. Actual jealousy usually happens once Luffy actually senses intentions from the other part in which case he is very swift to join the interaction and declare very openly that he is already your boyfriend. None of his behavior could be labeled as anything intense or threatening though.

🍖If there is one big difference between Pre-Timeskip Luffy and Post-Timeskip Luffy then it is the way that he deals with threats. In itself the captain lets you fight your own battles as a victory of yours is a joy he will experience for you and celebrate with you. However, Luffy has also experienced the trauma of losing Ace, who uttered during his last moments that he regrets not seeing Luffy achieve his dream. That is a scar Luffy will never truly recover from and he is prone to almost PTSD-like symptoms when the triggers happen. If he senses that you’re struggling he would already be fast to try to rush to you but it is when he witnesses you heavily wounded on the ground that he suddenly finds himself transported back to Marineford with all the shouts and the sound of cannons going off, the heavy feeling of Ace’s dead body in his arms. His Conqueror Haki just bursts out of him as he shouts your name to the point where he even knocks out some of his own crew members who can’t stay conscious before he launches himself over to you, a tunnel vision taking over that can only concentrate on you and whoever your opponent is if they’re still standing.

🍖Now, freedom is an integral part of Luffy’s very being. He doesn’t see the need to restrict you even though that partial naïveté fueled by his delusions can bite him back if you truly are unhappy with him. Once you have joined the crew of your own free will though, you aren’t going to be able to leave anymore. Especially once Luffy’s obsession kicks in and he becomes aware of his feelings for you. Instead he would rather chalk up any other excuses instead of facing reality that you do not wish to be part of this journey and his dreams anymore. If you never planned on joining to begin with, things might be a bit more difficult to justify but Luffy can do it nevertheless. After all you have been copped up on an island your entire life so you cannot know the joy and the world filled with wonders out there until you try. If you should have ever mentioned to him about your curiosity of the world out there or about a secret wish to sail out there and explore the world, your words are going to come back for you terribly as Luffy will interpret them as your real wishes that you just have to hide due to the stigmatization against pirates or because you think yourself as bound to your island.

🍖Sharing is caring, a philosophy that Luffy properly embraces with you around. Some of the Strawhats are actually surprised just how much he shares with you as there are things that Luffy usually doesn’t offer to others, even his own crew. Food is obviously part of it as he frequently offers you bites of his portions though he also graciously indulges in your own plates. His treasured Strawhat is another part that he often shares with you, specifically when you’re angry with him, when you’re stuck in your own sadness or when you’re recovering from an injury due to a fight. Smiling is a sign for him that you are feeling happy so he is acting silly the moment he realises that he hasn’t seen you smile quite in a while. Alternatively he just pinches your cheeks in order to have you smile. The moment the Thousand Sunny docks at a new island, Luffy is with both of his feet already on the ground ready to explore whilst his arms stretch out to reach you and drag you with him. His Devil Fruit, even before the truth appears of what it really is and the powers that it holds, already means that whatever distance you may try to create, Luffy is able to close quickly.

Roronoa Zoro

🟢This green-haired swordsman is not only terrible when it comes to directions, he just also happens to be incredibly dense in regards to figuring out his own feelings. Zoro’s focus so far in his life has always been found elsewhere. The first buds of his obsession emerge slow and steadily which is perhaps why it is so difficult even for many other of his crew to realise that Zoro has fallen in love with you. Whether it is how he unconsciously finds himself laying down on deck where you currently are, somehow feeling more at ease when he hears your voice which even helps him dozing off quicker only to wake up eventually when you move elsewhere, the silence alarming him of your absence without him even being aware of it. Then there is this subtle need to show of in front of you despite the fact that so far Zoro has often trained all by himself as he suddenly moves parts of his daily training up on deck where you can see him, his eyes every once in a while drifting over to you to find out if you’re watching him or not. He will never get over the fact that Sanji of all people helped him realising his love for you, the cook unable to deal with Zoro’s obliviousness anymore.

🟢In his own ways Zoro also happens to be somewhat clingy, though that term means something very differently if compared to people like Luffy or Sanji. It is more silent hovering than it is glueing himself actively to your side, the clinginess that entails that he is always a few steps away from you or at the very minimum prefers to have you within his vision. In general Zoro is the silent but intense presence, someone who doesn’t speak up unless he really has to. With his love comes a dedication, you found even call it a duty, that Zoro immediately vows to uphold and that is to protect you. With that view that Zoro upholds, a conflict can arise though simply because during dangerous situations or fights he tends to take the front seat and doesn’t allow you to hold your own during battles. Worst of all is that his bluntness leads him to openly admit that he doesn’t want you to fight on your own whenever you confront him about his behavior. A part of him thinks that you don’t have to risk your life when he can join in and protect you but his choice of words can hurt your feelings. That harsh bluntness of his tends to hurt your feelings a lot if he isn’t careful.

🟢Similar to Luffy, Zoro isn’t really breathing jealousy with every inhale that he takes. He is secure as he values loyalty and expects you to uphold those values too. There is a subtle possessive hint though, obvious in the subtle glares that he throws at your direction whenever there are other people surrounding you. If you are his that means that others have to keep their hands off. It is a simple principle in his mind which is why he is all the more pissed at every idiot that doesn’t follow such an easy concept. Zoro is nothing but harsh and scary as soon as another person thinks that they can get away with flirting even if it has been clarified to them before that you already have a boyfriend. A hand is resting threateningly on one handle of his sword, his eyes sizing up the poor idiot who at that point might already be trembling in their boots. On the other hand he gets competitive whenever you express amazement and admiration for someone else, especially when it comes to their strengths or when the person you are admiring is named Sanji. In that case he gets somewhat childish and in some cases he outright asks for a fight to prove that he’s stronger.

🟢Typical for someone who is on the more protective side most of the time, Zoro is already more alert with the people you surround yourself with. That doesn’t mean that he can’t have fun and indulge in some good booze, just that it isn’t easy to push him into a state where he actually drops his guard fully when he is with you unless both of you are on the Thousand Sunny. Generally speaking though, Zoro never takes things lightly when it comes to your safety. The mere utter of a threat with no actions yet involved can quickly lead to a situation where he has already shed two of his swords. God forbid if someone actually attempts to hurt you or even succeeds to injure you as such a thing will not be spared. No, in fact it ends with blood splattered all across the floor. The one thing that can be given to Zoro is that he is incredibly hard but ultimately always fair. He only takes lives that he deems as irredeemable as he has had his fair encounters with evil and malicious presences throughout his journey so he is actually able to tell desperation and blind anger apart from pure killing intent. Still, a punishment must still be served as a warning to never even attempt to harm you.

🟢An abduction is not something that Zoro could afford. How would he even do that if he is constantly on a ship with an entire crew? Even he isn’t dumb enough to believe that this would work despite what the stupid curled eyebrow may think of him. If you are a member of the Straw Hat Pirates then there is really no need to think too much either as you are going nowhere. Most conflicts on the ship usually involve the Love Cook and if things simple start to seriously get on Zoro’s nerves then there is the easy yet effective method to swing you over his shoulder and simply carry you to the training room where he will simply lock himself in with you and you won’t get out until he lets you. You have to be someone he has known for a long time so that pretty much means that you either have to be part of the Strawhats or that you happen to tag along for a longer part of their journey as I don’t see Zoro developing an obsession otherwise. If you don’t belong to another crew and go through thick and thin with the Strawhats it is likely that Luffy extends an invitation for you to join his crew which brings with it that stubborn behavior and inability to accept your rejection so easily.

🟢Bad news is that he often drags you along with him when the crew docks on to a new island and is off to explore it which means that both of you end up lost together. The good news is that at the very least Zoro somehow always manages to never lose you and even if the both of you do get separated, ironically he still finds his way back to you to then have the audacity to act like you are the one who got lost from him. Normally Zoro really prides himself for being quiet and level-headed but all of that is thrown out of the window the moment Sanji is in the picture who is notorious for flirting with women left and right. Because you are off limits for the cook as you are already taken so whenever you are called an affectionate nickname by the cook all members of the crew already know that a new brawl is incoming. Zoro never really gives his feelings much thoughts after the initial realisation that he wants you either. For him all that he is experiencing and feeling is the way it is supposed to be. After all you are the first person that he has ever loved that way so he has no way of comparing nor noticing that some of his feelings go too far.

Nami

🍊A burglar by nature and one in name on her bounty poster just as much, there is going to be a certain mindset that Nami brings with her. She is a lady who is used to stealing what she wants, to treasure all gold and berries. This is a thought process that transcends the previously simple boundaries of all that glitters and glows and milds itself to fit the obsession she has for you. There is a very good pinch of possessive attributes that Nami brings with her, one that now includes you as you are counted as one of her priced possessions. She very much is a no-nonsense person and she makes that abundantly clear to even her own crewmates that you are her lover. She stakes claim as she is the one who is in love with you, is the one who made the first move on you and is also the one who has pretty much bargained you into a relationship with her. When it comes to such matters, Nami is nothing short of persistent and it is not uncommon for her to often bargain with you when there are things the both of you don't agree on. It's not all fun and laughter though as Nami has preferences for things to go her way, perhaps because she is surrounded by so many idiots all the time.

🍊Precisely because she is surrounded by many crewmates who are often more muscles than brain that she is on a daily basis forced into being one of the few responsible ones who actually think situations through. That is why she is on an aware spectrum in regards to her own obsession. She doesn't show it when she is around others or even when she is with you but it does take up a lot of space in her mind the moment she is alone. Part of her is disturbed of the way that she feels and thinks of you, marked by her own past and the many things that she has witnessed on her journey. She herself used to be caged, trapped in the greed of a cruel man and it is something she has learnt to not be an experience solely she has made. There are lots of cruel and terrible people and creatures out there who cause suffering to satisfy her own greed and even if she can be very blunt and tough, she is not like those people. A balance is important for her as her love for you is at the end of the day genuine. Whilst she is normally used to be on the receiving end of someone's affection, her attempts to show to you that you still mean the world to her are sincere. You are worth more than her treasured berries.

🍊In a relationship with Nami it is actually very likely that you are far more on the receiving end of jealousy than she herself is. Who wouldn't swoon over a woman as beautiful as her after all? Even if this wouldn't be a factor Nami would still be not prone to jealousy. She knows that she's attractive after all, her confidence has grown since she has joined the Strawhats. If she is one thing then it would be possessive yet that is different than being jealous. Something that belongs to her should be a sign of others straying away, that is the way that she likes to see it. A little bit hypocritical for she is a thief and doesn't respect such boundaries but you are a person and not an object to be stolen away after all. If there is going to be anyone who hits on you then Nami is very quick to put her foot down and that with a force that even terrifies her own crew. The orange-haired girl is infamously feared even amongst the toughest people on her crew and that for reasons. That wrath is something she doesn't spare anyone from, especially those who dare to flirt with you. Usually she is still simmering with anger even after she successfully scares someone off, leading to subtly possessive touches.

🍊There are more than enough people already who blindly storm into fights, even enjoy them. Something that Nami still doesn't understand fully to this day but she has always participated in major battles as she too is part of the Stra Hat Pirates. She relies on her brains more than she does on her muscles and she isn't quite as reckless as someone like Luffy though. In a situation of such fights though with another crew she prioritises safety and survival over a complete victory and if both of you are on a similar scale of strength than she usually insists for the both of you to stick together. Nami has been fighting alongside the crew many times and she knows that others would only be slowed down if the two of you would interfere too much in their battles, especially those who prefer handling battles alone. Her willingness to defend you against injustice and mindless cruelty burns brightly though and every careless comment normally ends in a swift hit and an apology from the individual who is already sporting a bump. One thing you have to give her and that is her unwillingness to let someone degrade you or talk you down, all the more if you aren't the type to stand up for yourself.

🍊Assuming that you are part of the crew and that willingly then there are very little worries she would have. Her obsession is one that takes time after all as love like this demands the ability to be vulnerable which isn't always easy for her. Sure, she has been learning to be more openly when it comes to the matters of her heart but she has spend half of her childhood trying to carry the weight of her entire village all alone on her shoulders. It is this weight of being all alone and carrying so much responsibility that she still occasionally expresses, especially once her feelings start acting up. If you wouldn't be an official part of the Straw Hats and her obsession would hit her, she finds herself in a much bigger conflict. Her possessive attributes wouldn't let her rest in peace ever and she would probably try to manipulate you into considering joining her crew, even trying to force people with little manners to behave a tad bit better as she doesn't want you to be weirded out. Ultimately I don't see her abducting you though even if it would greatly break her heart and end in her being permanently bitter to hide her pain. It is terrible after all, the pain of being trapped and she knows that.

🍊Are you the type who keeps count of the money you spend or the gifts you receive or gift to others? Because Nami most certainly keeps track of such things and this often comes back to bite you majorly when there is something both of you don't agree on. It is then that she always brings up those topics and it is an active attempt to persuade you into agreeing with her to stop any further arguments. Always remember that Nami is not the type who gives without expecting anything in return. No, it is very much a mindset that one hand washes to other with her and she often even calculates such things so that she always has an upper hand against you for such situations. It is one major thing where her controlling behavior shines through as she always wants to have the last word. Another thing to keep in mind is that Nami is blunt and doesn't sugarcoat anything so if she criticizes something about you then she means it, even if she realises after that she probably could have said it a tad bit nicer. Your entire wardrobe goes through a major rebirth under her as Nami redesigns it after her own sense of fashion and she makes it so that every outfit of yours from that day on matches her own.

Usopp

🌱Usopp is a nervous mess when he is around you and no matter how much he tries to play it off, everyone knows. He can talk of great tales of his heroic acts as much as he wants, it doesn't change the fact that around you his insecurities hit him full force. It borders on pathetic and pitiful as he probably practices in front of the mirror what he wants to say the next time you are around only to fumble completely when that moment happens. In his own nervous state it probably happens more than once that he blurts something out that has you tilt your head questionably, especially since it almost always involves something about you and that has you wondering how he knows that. Truth is that Usopp observes you a lot and takes note of small habits you subconsciously do and other quirks that you express without being fully aware of it most of the time. God, he knows that it sounds creepy but he can't do anything that he has a habit of peeping and his excellent eyesight really only enables him more. He refuses any claims that he is obsessive though even if it is the truth. He just doesn't want you to think of him as weird or creepy as that would be a personal nightmare.

🌱As fond as you are of Usopp even despite his somewhat uncanny ability to note and remember pretty much everything you said or did once he starts observing you, there are some glaring flaws. His habit to lie is somewhat infamous and though most of the times it is overall harmless, you have noticed that he starts lying the moment you confront him about pretty much anything. There are few things Usopp hates more than potentially disappointing you and in any attempt to dodge that, he starts lying his way out of it. It happens when he loses something that you entrusted him with or when he failed to do a task that you asked of him. Everything would just be solved if he would simply admit to it as you wouldn't treat it as a big deal yet he always gets so defensive for some reason and you don't even know why. The trickiest part is that he does it even if he doesn't want to do so and it is the fact that he does it so naturally that often disappoints you more than anything. It often leads you to ignore him for a couple of days, essentially threatening him with a heart attack until he comes almost crawling back and apologises, finally admitting his wrongdoings.

🌱Jealousy is going to be a problem that Usopp finds himself confronted with far more often than he would ever be comfortable to admit. Yes, he may have come far from where he started over two years ago in his small village. Yet it changes little in the overall scheme of things. There are so many pirates out there who excel in abilities he could only hope to achieve, there are such people even in his own crew. Really, it shouldn’t affect him as much as it does as many of those abilities simply come from Devil Fruits or from a body that is not human. Still, whenever you express such astonishment for Luffy’s abilities or for Jinbe’s skills as a Fishman, it is hard to ignore that churning hole within his body. Most troubling is that Usopp never wants to admit his feelings to you so he pretty much just waits there, feeling increasingly more uneasy the longer such interactions last. If his fidgety behavior is anything to go by, it is more difficult not to notice. If someone points it out to him though? He just laughs it off. Laughing it off only to later on talk in self-deprecating ways about himself when the both of you are alone. It really isn’t a good way to deal with it but he does it nevertheless.

🌱A great warrior of the sea. That’s his wish. A wish that he has made what feels like an eternity ago. No one could deny that he hasn’t grown since his adventure has started but simultaneously no one can also say that he hasn’t grown since grown completely fearless. He’d like to label it as him just being more sensible though, especially in comparison to monsters like Luffy or Zoro. If you get stuck with Usopp during a battle you better have a good amount of stamina as the both of you are going to run a lot. Cut him some slack as Usopp is a sniper and not someone made for brawling so if he is pushed into a situation where the fight turns into hand-to-hand skills he has to gain some distance to shoot. It’s a far too common experience to feel his sweaty hand grabbing yours as he starts dashing away with you in tow. Such memories never remain as fond in his mind. Actually he feels a great deal of shame for them later on even if things still turned out right in the end. Still, he cannot change that he is not anything like Jinbe, Zoro or Sanji. He is not build like them so he has to fight and survive in his own ways. You… You understand that though, don’t you?

🌱Usopp tends to be desperate and desperation can take very different forms. As a member of the pirate crew there would be little thoughts he would have to make in regard to an abduction. Still, even if both of you were to sit right next to each other that is no guarantee for Usopp to feel reassured. Insecurities can plague him after all even if the both of you were to be as physically close as possible. Especially if you have expressed disappointment in him or he at the very least believes that you think that way. That often leads to him spiraling down a dangerous rabbit hole that he struggles to climb out of. What he needs is reassurance but instead of asking he chooses a coward’s way at times. One strength of his are his many gadgets and in any way to soothe his nerves it happens that he invents something that forces the two of you to stick together. You’ll never forget how one time both of you had to spend nearly an entire day handcuffed together because he acted like he lost the keys. Ultimately Zoro had to slice the handcuffs apart, that is after Usopp nearly fainted when the samurai gave the both of you a terrifying grin in an attempt to assure both of you it would be fine.

🌱Let’s talk about his gadgets once more because even though Usopp sometimes uses them for bullshit reasons, he has gifted you just as many useful things. Especially if both of you have no outstanding skills in comparison to other members will he craft a lot of things for you to survive on a battle field. Absolutely terrified when you are actually mad at him as he’s initially too terrified to approach you. Instead Usopp has found another way to attempt his first apologies. He just uses his slingshot to fire little gifts and letters your way, making sure to not accidentally hit you unless he wishes to madden you even more. The little trinkets that he fires at you are pretty cute but you learn quickly that he needs to learn to face his fears. That usually means that you let him dangle until he approaches you in tears. The beginning of the relationship is one awkward mess as Usopp cannot get his nerves to calm down. His movements are awkward, his palms usually sweaty when he touches you and the first kiss is one huge mess that he doesn’t want to be reminded of. It gets better over time as he gets more comfortable but one fall back into his insecurities brings him right back to the start.

Vinsmoke Sanji

🍝As shallow as it may sound, gaining Sanji's affection often requires only one thing which is to be of the opposite gender. Without knowing his tragic past this sounds quite horrible but from first observation this seems to be the case. You are treated with the same fondness that Sanji treats Robin and Nami at the beginning when you join the crew, the same blatant favouritism and the same affectionate nicknames. However, you connect on a deeper level with Sanji than anyone expected and there is a slow shift that Sanji himself doesn't seem to be aware of initially, his behavior around you suddenly different than what other women usually receive from him. It all comes crashing down during one moment where the both of you are alone. It could be that you catch him in a vulnerable moment, it could be the situation but with reversed positions or it could even be a simple smile you give him that suddenly leads him to his epiphany. That is when everything falls into place and his obsession fully manifests in that second, his heart bursting with a love that he has never felt before and one he can't help but wonder he even deserves for a split second.

🍝The very next day he seems to be a different man for you and everybody notices this. Sanji has a high standard when it comes to how he wants to treat you and that already borders on unhealthy at times as he can really push himself if he doesn't fulfill his own expectations he has set for himself. Two things that instantly stand out are his obsessive behavior and his clinginess. Everything about you is committed to mind and when I say everything I mean everything. It is a thin line between being flattering and disturbing, especially when you figure out that Sanji somehow has accurately figured out your three sizes despite you having never told him this. His clinginess is equally overwhelming at times. For Sanji such closeness is a must as he is in a constant state of euphoria when you are around. It is utterly addictive to the point where he actually experiences something akin to withdrawal symptoms when he goes for a few hours without having seen or held you once. His focus slips through his fingers more often as his mind can only think about you and his mood gets quickly more trigger-happy until he quite literally feels sick with unease and longing.

🍝Jealousy comes as natural as breathing to Sanji and that is by no means any exaggeration. He is hyperaware when you are around and he is just as hyperaware of your surroundings as danger could come for you at every moment. One glance that lasted longer than two seconds can already be a justification enough for Sanji's jealousy to flare up. If beyond simple glances nothing else happens you are able to pull him back and redirect his focus back to you. Once someone does approach and starts a discussion you can only mentally pray as that is the point of no return. That is the moment where Sanji is quite literally fire and flame as he is prepared to kick every man's ass if they dare to flirt with you. It isn't even funny when he gets like this. No, the unfamiliar intensity that you witness in such moments is unlike anything that you have seen before as this is different than the jealousy that he used to express back in the days over Nami and Robin. One time you ask him why he acts that way. Initially he's silent as he takes a whiff of his cigarette before before he finally answers you, telling you that he doesn't trust men. When you ask him if he doesn't trust himself by that definition, he stays quiet.

🍝Men cannot be trusted. That does include him as well. Sanji doesn't trust himself with you. He feels like he is going to fail you one way or another. Has this not been what he has always been? A failure? The words of a father can ring loudly even years later and that is what haunts Sanji at night. He is not as simple as some way think he is when they initially look at him. There is lots of trauma and issues that have yet to be solved but he has made it his goal to never let you know that. That is a burden he doesn't wish to bother you with but such unresolved trauma and the insecurities that come along with it resurface full force in situations of great desperation. Sanji is fully prepared to throw his own safety away when it is your life that is endangered and during battles that overprotective paranoia fully shows itself. He tanks all the blows meant for you, he fights your enemies and all of that so recklessly that you are torn apart between ferocious rage and suffocating guilt. There are few things more jarring than seeing Sanji so heavily wounded whilst you have little to no scratches yet somehow he still has the audacity to fuss over your small cuts whilst he is about to bleed out.

🍝Once a member is always a member. That is one realisation that even Sanji has made after Wole Cake Island and he is eternally grateful for that. Obviously that spells in big bold letters that you won't be able to just be able to go your separate way either which is another very relieving realisation of it all. Yet despite both of you being on the same ship all the time, Sanji still follows you around all of the time. The constant doting behavior can get suffocating at times as even the slightest complaint of yours is immediately something Sanji feels the need to fix. In any attempt to get some privacy at times you sometimes just lock yourself away in your own room only to quickly realise just how seriously affected Sanji gets as a result. He won't outright barge into your room but his unease gets the best of him within the next hour where he is knocking on your door and asks if there is anything he can do for you. Sanji is already at a point where he is fully enveloped by the relationship so any minuscle hint that you may think of breaking it off will immediately have him on his knees in front of you in raw panic and fear. He'll do better! He swears it on his life!

🍝Everything about you is prioritised and Sanji all too willingly pushes his own physical and mental health behind. The constant fear to fail you and to not be enough is a looming threat that follows him around constantly. Every small mistake he may make is often enough to have him question his own self-worth. You underestimate just how extreme this is until you witness it yourself as even the simple sentence of yours that you would prefer your juice with more fruits can lead to such a self-destructive thought process. Nothing can destroy someone more than their hardcore perfectionistic expectations they have for themselves and Sanji is this kind of person. His own infatuation blinds him, makes him discard his own wellbeing as long as he can assure that you are safe and happy and it shows over time. The amount of money he spends for you and the constant effort and time that he puts in for you affect you too as you feel a deep guilt for not being able to do the same for him. What you don't seem to understand is that one simple kiss would be more than enough for Sanji as he holds your love in the highest regard. One he has to prove himself to be worthy of every day.

Tony Tony Chopper

🩺Chopper is essentially still a child if we're looking at it and that definitely shows from the way his obsession takes hold. Depending on your age he is either going to see you as a sibling or, if you're about Robin's age or even older, as a mother figure. Shunned by his own kind long before he even devoured his Devil Fruit and essentially only saved by the kindness of Hiriluk and Kureha on Drum Island before he was taken in by the crew. The Straw Hat Pirates are his new family but with you Chopper seems to develop a special bond. As he is the closest to you that implies that he is often following you around, very much like a child does with their older sibling or their parent. Whenever he is scared, upset or angry then you are the person that he always comes running to with teary eyes and wobbly lips as he tries to supress the urge to cry. Sometimes he clings to your legs and doesn't let go which ends with you walking around with him clinging to you. Whenever there is a reason to celebrate then he also comes running to you with stars in his eyes, almost vibrating with joy and excitement that everyone managed to survive and that the crew has managed to successfully defeat another foe.

🩺He is of a pure heart and his feelings follow that example which leads me to believe that he probably doesn't recognise that he is somewhat unhealthily attached to you. After all for him you are his comfort person and the person that he can always run to when there is anything that bothers him. It's that attachment that leads to some separation anxiety, especially when the both of you get separated on an island and he doesn't know where you are and how you are. If it ever happens that you suggest for both of you to be on separate teams it is not uncommon for Chopper to actually start crying. Not even out of manipulate purposes but simply because he doesn't want you two to be in different groups and for that away from each other. It's a heartbreaking sight so you always cave in and take him with you. Often you have to carry him though as he is still somewhat upset afterwards, essentially starts sulking a tiny bit. As the doctor of the crew there are some overprotective tendencies which lead to him putting band-aids on you the moment you lightly scrape your skin. After battles that means that you walk around covered in colourful band-aids.

🩺Whilst Chopper is neither very intense nor acting like a bratty child, he is a little attention-seeker at times. It's not in his nature to be jealous as he is a doctor and possesses a lot of compassion within his heart. There is no cure for jealousy though, especially if you treat someone the same way you treat him. Credits to him though, despite being delusional he knows when he should stay quiet. I imagine that during the Punk Hazard Arc with all the children he might have gotten somewhat jealous during the calm moments where you doted on the kids and played with them yet he never got mad at you nor them. It's usually after everything is over and safe that he starts expressing his jealousy. It's quite silly though because he is just too adorable even when he tries to look mad. Normally he just turns his back on you, sits down and crosses his arms over his chest. All of it within your vision though so that you clearly see him and then hopefully approach him. Chopper is quick to forgive though, especially when you bring him cotton candy or compliment him which then leads him to do his silly dance as he bashfully denies your kind words.

🩺If you want to talk about a doctor who is fully prepared to take lives then Chopper is not the person you are looking for in One Piece. He upholds the oath of saving lives and not taking them and his role within the crew is to support as good as he can as there are others who take the frontlines and fight. That doesn't apply that he sits back and does nothing if someone is threatened or attacked whilst he is watching but it means that he never goes for the death blow. If both of you get in danger and you happen to be someone who relies more on offense then Chopper is always prepared to take care of your injuries when the fight is over. It's not necessarily a good idea to have Chopper around you if you are a strong fighter as he despises to see you get hurt so if you fight a difficult battle and get injured a lot then Chopper starts bawling his eyes out, absolutely terrified for your life. The poor pal even falls asleep on your stomach when the fights are over and you are left to be treated by him, afraid that something might happen to you otherwise if he would leave you alone in your room. Occasionally he overdoes his treatment though which ends in you looking like a mummy.

🩺I'm starting to sound very repetitive but assuming that you are already a part of the Straw Hat Pirates then it is very unlikely that you're going to leave the crew anytime soon. The closest we could come to an abduction, and I'm using that term with Chopper very lightly, is when you are still recovering from a major battle and Chopper insists for you to stay in bed and to not move too much. The moment he sees you walking around, covered in bandages, he starts shouting in horror and rushes over to you, hopping up to grab your hand and drag you back into bed. It is possible though for Chopper to form a strong attachment to you even if you aren't part of the crew but are someone the Straw Hats spend a lot of time with on an island. That is when the situation would get a bit complicated though because then he wouldn't want to leave the island without you. That's when he starts being almost a little Luffy as he follows behind you and tries to convince you to join them, telling you about all the adventures they have had and people they have met. Oh, he's going to be on the floor in tears if you refuse and I have a feeling that his crew may get slightly protective of him and step in for him.

🩺Fun fact, the reason why Chopper starts collecting cute band-aids and coloured bandages is because the sight of you after a huge battle covered in nothing but white is far too jarring for him. So in any silly attempts to make everything appear a little less serious he starts using brighter colours to hopefully cheer you up a bit. Not everyone on the Straw Hat crew is too thrilled with those changes though, especially Zoro. The swordsman straight-up refuses to be treated only to be threatened by Robin, Nami and you to get over his ego and let himself be treated by Chopper. When Chopper is in his little form he often wants to be lifted up and he likes it especially when you put him on your shoulders and walk around with him like this. Considering that he has a major sweet tooth, you are forced to let Sanji cook some vegetables for him at times. God, the look of betrayal on his face never stops being amusing as you sit down with him and force him to eat his vegetables. There are traditions that develop over time and that Chopper highly values such as always getting a goodnight kiss on the head from you when everyone goes to sleep.

Nico Robin

🌸She is the most mature person within the entire crew and that definitely is reflected within her obsession. Very differently from how most other Straw Hats would approach their obsession, Robin actually sits back and observes. That’s it and that’s all she does for a very long time. Her blue eyes follow you around when you are on deck and even when the both of you converse you can never quite shake off the feeling that she is looking at you very much like she would look at the ancient writings left behind on faraway islands. But that is indeed what she is doing and not just a mere fragment of your imagination. Robin is actively trying to decipher you and she manages to do so quite efficiently. Mature she is indeed but she is still somewhat creepy with her dark humor and somewhat morbid imagination at times and that is something that people tend to forget about her. She is an archaeologist and she studies you very intently. Her Devil Fruit is a cheat code in all of this as she can essentially watch you and listen to you all of the time. Robin would lie if she were to ever claim that she in fact hasn’t sprouted some ears or an eye within your room a few times.

🌸Subtle manipulation is a way to go for her and quite honestly, it probably works. After all she has gone through a lot and is one of the most knowledgeable people within the entire crew so you wouldn’t be wrong in trusting her advices and words. There is never any harm intended in her words but if you belong to the reckless type of people on the crew she would be more inclined to figuratively try to slow you down a tad bit more and have you actually think before you act. A little bit of doubt is never wrong after all. Her arguably strongest trait is her being overprotective and one look into her part reveals very clearly why she feels that way. Robin has lost her entire island and has spent 20 years of her life running and hiding before she joined the Straw Hat Pirates. Every new island brings with it new dangers and she becomes increasingly aware of that and ever so subtly that ends in her tightening her hold around you. She can’t afford to lose more people than she has already lost and that is why she increases her manipulation in the first place, every word chosen carefully and spoken casually so you don’t suspect anything. There is no shame after all in participating at the sidelines at times.

🌸Her serenity is far more horrifying than one could imagine. Once again I want to remind you though that this woman casually jokes about gruesome deaths so there’s that. Now, in itself Robin regulates her feelings far more effectively than many of the other Straw Hats. She hasn’t gone through all the hardships in her life only to be emotionally unstable as that was something she couldn’t afford. She always had to remain tactical. Yet something that she was also taught during that grim period of her life was that she couldn’t trust anybody and always had to look over her shoulder. Sometimes that distrust shows itself when the both of you are around other people. She is polite but that shouldn’t be mistaken with niceness. This is a common error that people make though which leads to an unpleasant turn of events when they assume that they can flirt with you without any worries. Similar to Nami Robin doesn’t accept it when people ignore that both of you are in a relationship as she is swift to correct such disrespect without raising her voice or losing her smile even when she makes some disturbing jokes or pins someone down using her Devil Fruit.

🌸Honestly, I am convinced that she has had a kill count before meeting the Straw Hats. Forced up to grow in a ruthless environment forces one often to be ruthless in return. She hasn’t gone through met good people now but in her past she has met just as many horrible people and not everyone deserves forgiveness. She is fair but she also knows when to be hard so she is probably on a more willing side to murder people when it comes to you. And once again her Devil Fruit makes her an absolutely terrifying opponent because she can do some proper body horror with her abilities. There’s always that air of efficiency and calmness around her though even as she snaps someone’s neck. Throughout her life she has witnessed enough needless slaughter and cruelty and she does not indulge in such barbaric behavior. No, she finishes a job quick but thorough and that counts for the act of murder just as it does with the tasks that she does in her daily life. Most terrifying of it all is that she always acts so nonchalantly about it afterwards which is always a grim reminder for you that she has been desensitised to such acts as a result of the life that she has led before joining Luffy.

🌸The point of no return in case you are also part of the Straw Hats is when you receive your first bounty poster. That is going to be the point where you are somewhat stuck as your face is known to the public by that point and your bounty would definitely draw bounty hunters to go for you if you were to ever leave the crew. Still, if Robin catches you sometimes falling into doubts she is usually swift to remind you that you wouldn’t be able to live a proper normal life anymore, even sharing bits of her own past to remind you that you wouldn’t be able to trust anyone fully. Her falling for someone who isn’t a member of the Straw Hat Pirates is something that I personally see as somewhat more tricky as Robin is the type of person who requires a lot of personal bonding with someone for her to start feeling something more for them. 20 years of being betrayed and hunted down still have left their traces after all she whilst she has learnt to rely on others by now, falling in love demands a special kind of trust that she hasn’t given to anyone before. In fact this is an unfamiliar territory for her. Why do you think she always tries to analyse you all the time? Because she needs to understand.

🌸Once you are in her heart though, Robin won’t let go of you. I guess in that regard she is kind of possessive though age usually hides it well behind her composed expression and calm voice. She makes you feel stupid at times with all of the things that she knows, especially when you say something wrong and she immediately corrects you about it. If the both of you are teamed up on an island and explore together you are often treated like a child that is about to get lost if not for her. She constantly uses her Devil Fruit powers to guide you back before you get lost or even traps you if you’re about to be reckless and so your own thing, reminding you that you are supposed to stay with her and the rest of the group. There’s something quite obsessive about her fascination with every little quirk that you do. In fact she actually starts a small diary where she writes down everyday some interesting facts or things that she noticed whilst observing you. Her gaze is generally something that you often find on yourself when you turn around. As graceful as she is, she has a creepy side to her and you can’t help but think that some of the comments that she says to you are there to let you know that.

Franky

🔨There’s nothing quite as super as you in Franky’s eyes. Love blinds after all and nothing shines as bright as you do in his eyes. Romance aside, you cannot count on Franky being all too aware of his own obsession with you. No, it’s all glory and glamour in his eyes as he fails to ever realise the extent of his unhealthy feelings for you. Anyone within a radius of five miles will probably be able to hear him clamoring his confessions of love as Franky goes about courting you like he goes about most things in his life. Over the top and extra. The whole world should know about his super hot babe and you can bet that gorgeous ass of yours that he will let them all know. Doesn’t sound too harmless initially until you slowly notice that Franky just doesn’t know when to quit or how to stop. Blame that delusional brain of his for that as any rejection you give him goes into one ear and flies right out of the other. Such is the bliss of a man too blind to see the otherwise uncool truth that would only break his heart and dream. And so he continues with it all, fueled by the belief that one day you will understand. Quitting is only for losers after all.

🔨There’s a good slice of a more obsessive side behind all that shiny metal and quirky inventions that he has added to his own body during the two years worth of training. It’s his skills of building and creating such amazing inventions that do give him an advantage as he can come up with all sorts of machines and devices that can be of great assistance for his pursuit. One of the earliest things that you receive is a tracker which Franky presents as a gift for you. Whilst he doesn’t use it too often it does ease his mind to know that he can always know of your location if an emergency should happen. Similar to Usopp, Franky often finds himself building you stuff when he hears that there is a problem that you have and that he can solve. Instead of inventing something small and practical in typical Franky style he ends up overdoing it and builds so many extra stuff and functions in that it becomes something else entirely then what your initial issue was. You greatly scratch at his pride though when you tell him that you don’t need all the other functions which often ends in quite a bit of a discussion where you eventually have to give in as Franky beats you on the stubborn level.

🔨He’s pretty cool with a lot of people as Franky has little to no shame nor shyness. Walking around all of your life in nothing but underwear will do that to you I assume. Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing though, it has given Franky the ability to be very open and honest when he is feeling jealous. To a certain degree he doesn’t mind when others flirt with you. After all you are one smoking hot woman so obviously everyone would want a piece of you and it makes him proud to know that he’s your boyfriend whenever he hears the compliments. The moment someone gets too close though or starts suggesting stuff is the moment Franky steps in. All loud and super as always as he wraps one huge arm over your chest and pulls you closer to his side and declares proudly that he’s glad to hear that people agree with him that you, his girlfriend, are hotter than a desert. It’s the full package then as he calls you by all the nicknames, starts complementing you himself and starts smooching you all across the face. All that whilst continuing to be so energetic yet still confrontational until the person is visibly uncomfortable and doesn’t know how to act.

🔨Even if you have a Devil Fruit or use a special weapon or Haki, Franky still conjures up another device that you can use in a fight. Considering his style I’d like to imagine that he gives you something like miniature missiles which you can fire at opponents when things get tricky. Still, Franky lets you handle yourself outside and during any major conflicts and fights that the Straw Hat Pirates go through as he has trust in you. As long as you carry the object with the hidden tracker he also always can find out where you currently are if things start taking a turn for the worse. In case that the situation should get dangerous he might just come over and pick you up with his robot, offering as much protection as he possibly can. As enemies get progressively stronger I can imagine him building stronger devices to defend himself and to protect you which might lead to him blowing someone up as a result of overusing the new invention. Otherwise I don’t see Franky really being overly violent and bloody. Technically others would be scared of him as he is a huge cyborg so an average human should by all accounts be intimidated by him even if he isn’t even trying to be scary.

🔨Probably more likely to fall in love with you even if you aren’t a permanent part of the crew when he initially gets to know you. Franky wears his heart much more openly on his sleeves in comparison to some of the other Straw Hats and that enables him to form an obsession with someone who the crew might not have known for too long. Prepare yourself for his loud voice following you around from that day on all to talk you into joining the Straw Hats when the time gets closer for them to part for the next leg of their journey. Do not even expect him to ever stop being persistent as he is pushed by his delusional tendencies once more that if he just pushes through and stays determined, he will eventually reach his goal. Even then he would somehow end up using a tracker to always know if your current whereabouts, especially if you stay on the island he first met you at. Obviously being already part of the Straw Hats makes things a heck lot easier as then he always has you within arms reach and can simply find you when he wants to see you. With all of his different inventions that he builds specifically for you he also always has in mind to keep you happy on the Thousand Sunny.

🔨It’s obvious that you are favored amongst the crew with all the things that Franky keeps on adding to your private room whenever you complain about something. He sees it as a little challenge of some sort, to see how efficiently and how fast he can build something to solve the issue that you currently have. On paper Franky is not even that intense nor restricting as some others but I feel like it is very easy for you to get overwhelmed by him, especially if you’re on the loud and introverted side. Franky is the complete opposite after all, exuberant and all in your face. It’s possible that you find yourself often giving in to his requests and wishes simple because you don’t have the energy to argue back at him. Franky is partially at fault too for not considering that this might be a possibility as that is a problem most delusional Yandere have. It probably needs someone like Robin or Sanji to make the suggestion to him for him to actually take a reflecting step back and ask you. Whenever there is a special event, be that your birthday or your anniversary, Franky goes all out. Fireworks, cannons firing confetti and so much other stuff-one big spectacle essentially.

Brook

🎻Brook is a strange man. He is not that far away from pushing a 100 years yet he is very much in tune with the chaotic and ridiculous antics that the Straw Hats have going on. Having spent decades all alone though, Brook is quite determined to bring you as much joy and laughter as possible. In that aspect he is quite overprotective for as soon as he spots with his eyes that you are sad, he is already there with his music instrument to cheer you up…. Although he has no eyeballs. Those antics tend to be somewhat annoying at times, especially when you actually need time to digest work your feelings out instead of brushing them off in favor of entertainment. Initially you expect Brook to not understand your needs yet surprisingly he apologises and excuses himself. He gives you space yet he still looks after you from a distance. Such small moments help you to remember that he is in fact the oldest person on this crew even though he is not always acting like this. Well, perhaps he just doesn’t want to behave like an old man now that he can afford to be silly again. He has spent about 50 years being closer to being dead than alive after all… Technically he is.

🎻You are going to be younger than him as long as you are a human and the younger you are, the more protective he is going to be. Brook never really had any children or grandchildren but he wonders if this is what it would feel like if he would have had any. Yes, he is aware that he can come across as very unserious at times but there are still little bits of wisdom that he can give you, experiences from his own life that he tells you so that you may know better. Such fleeting moments where he dwells in memories are important if you can learn something out of it but he never gets stuck in the past for too long for he wants to live his new life to its fullest and doesn’t want you to feel the pain of old scars that are still in his heart… Although he doesn’t have a heart. Brook is usually not to restricting as the philosophy of living one’s life to its fullest includes your own. There are his moments though, especially when there is something that has spooked him or if it’s obvious that the current situation the crew is in starts to get risky. In such moments he usually makes sure that you stay within his vision, the unease in the air even if he tries to ease the tension with some bone jokes.

🎻As he takes on the role of a father/grandfather figure, he would most likely feel left out when he realises just how old he is and how much he has missed during his 50 years drifting aimlessly through the inescapable fog. New inventions that did not exist during his times, stars that rose to fame and criminals and pirates that have become greatly feared all whilst he searched for his deceased body. Brook hates feeling left out like this as he understands yet simultaneously doesn’t understand the words that you are saying. So in order to understand so that he may laugh with you and react with you, he is quick to step in as he tilts his body in an unnatural way and cuts into the conversation you’re currently having. May you let him in on what you’re currently telling? There’s always going to be at least one person screaming in horror when they see a walking and talking skeleton, often ending with Brook screaming back in horror as he nearly has a heart attack… Well, actually that isn’t possible since he doesn’t have one. Still, he gets scared too and later on he feels sad that people get so frightened when seeing him which leads to you having to cheer him up.

🎻He would probably be a bit of a helicopter parent if you would ever start developing a romantic interest in someone or vice versa. It is silly considering that you may already be an adult during the journey yet he can’t help it. He’s not outright hostile but he asks a lot of questions, especially if the person in question is around and with every one he leans a bit closer in an unnatural angle. Someone of the crew is going to be a victim of a dramatic speech during such hard times for him as he muses where the good times have gone of you being so small and innocent. He usually avoids people who bluntly tell him that it hasn’t even been that long since he met you. Precious memories were made, okay?! On a battlefield Brook keeps an eye out for you but he isn’t outright interfering with your fights. Everyone has been training for 2 years and got stronger, you included. That deserves respect. Respect that Brook intends to give you yet he is always ready to jump in if things get too difficult for you. It’s likely that if your life is in serious danger that the old man gets serious. He has been given a second chance and this time he is going to defend his family.

🎻Brook is quick to bond with people, his non-existent heart bigger than even those of the living. Forming a bond with him isn’t difficult but for him to form a father/grandfather-daughter/granddaughter relationship with him requires either more time or shared experiences of fighting a difficult battle together. He’d be quick to suggest to Luffy that you would make a good addition to the crew and would be even quicker to ask you if you would be interested in joining. You cannot expect him to let you go after you decline his offer. In fact Brook is actually going to be a stalker for a little while, following you around and trying to change your mind. He nearly caused your heart to stop when you walked home late at night one time only to turn around when you felt a bony hand on your shoulder to stare into the holes where his eyeballs used to be. He has learnt his lesson after that accident and always announces his presence from that day on when he approaches you behind at night. If you have been part of the crew before he even joined then such efforts and worries would obviously not be made unless he would have the sneaking suspicion that you want to leave.

🎻His age sometimes catches up to him whenever you excitedly tell him about something that was invented after his time and all he can do is nod as he lacks any content. In such moments he really feels it in his bones that a lot of time has passed indeed. Ha, you get it? In his bones? Moving on though, he would probably learn your favorite songs and play them on his violin or guitar for you. Whatever music genre you really prefer as he is a confirmed rockstar and for that knows how to play and sing. That’s probably one of his proudest achievements that he often likes to talk to you about after everyone reunites. If you confess to him that you didn’t witness any of it as you were busy training he would be quite literally on his knees for a few moments due to the shock and disappointment. Brook doesn’t demand for you to spend all your time with him but if he wants to spend time with you then he plans to go through with that, especially after big events like Whole Cake Island or Wano. If you have something else to do that isn’t of urgent business though, Brook isn’t above using the pity card on you to make you feel guilty and cause you to ultimately agree to go with him.

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Doubt (Zoro x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Zoro x Female Reader Summary: An offhanded comment makes you insecure, but Zoro is there to reassure you in his own way. Warnings: Angst to Fluff, Ussop's unintentionally mean in the beginning? [One Piece Masterlist] ______

It was a passing comment; one you knew you shouldn't look into, one that meant no harm. But the words hit you harder than you thought it would. You had been talking rapidly about your adventures from the last island you and your crew had visited. There, you had all fought enemies, saved new friends and eaten together; the same old. Luffy, Chopper and Usopp had been listening eagerly matching your grin with keen interest in your tale as the crew had once again been split up on your journey. You spoke of the obscure things you saw on your side of the adventure, the enemies you faced and how they compared to those your crew had fought, the new fighting methods you had mastered, the people you met; everything. You hear Luffy's laugh brimmed with light humour as Chopper's eyes gleamed when you spoke of how you dealt the finishing blow on your opponent. You probably should've noticed how long you had been talking and exclaiming but you were lost in your glee, so much so that you didn't realise until Usopp spoke out with a teasing grin.

"Damn [y/n], you can sure talk a lot." You stop your story short at his teasing words meeting his mischievous gaze with a roll of your eyes. "And what's that supposed to mean?" Chopper nods eyes determinedly looking to Usopp as Luffy starts to doze off once his initial interest has passed. "Yeah, I wanna hear [y/n] tell their story!" Chopper exclaims from beside you as you smile at his excited and adorable form. Usopp sweatdrops at the sudden ridicule aimed at him and tries to backtrack on his words, only to make things worse. "I didn't mean anything bad about it- I just mean like you're so talkative and outspoken- and you know Zoro's-" Your eyes turn to him in surprise as he mentions your boyfriend. "Zoro?" You ask as you raise your brow. What has he got to do with this? "Yeah well, Zoro's so reserved and nonchalant, I just guess it surprised me that you got together- I mean, Zoro doesn't seem like one to tolerate people that- I mean, that came out wrong-" You can't help but frown at his words as he continues to ramble and you listen to what he implies. Was that really what Usopp thought; was it what the crew thought? That you were "too much", that Zoro was just tolerating you?

"I just meant-" Usopp starts to panic now as he sees the fall of your features at his misplaced words, making it seem that you were a burden, but Sanji's voice rings through to cut him off before he can try to redeem himself. "[y/n]-san~ dinner's ready!" You turn to see the love-lost cook burst out from within the kitchen now looking down to you from where you sat on the deck of the ship. His facade quickly falls however as his eyes sharpen towards the men that surround you. "Oi, Usopp, Chopper, wake Luffy and hurry or there'll be none for you!" You turn to your friends as Sanji whizzes away in search of the other female members of the crew. You give Chopper and Usopp a smile despite them seeing how it didn't gleam as it usually did. "Come on, let's go. Hey Luffy!" You then nudge your Captain purposefully as he sits up in confusion. "[y-y/n]?" You sigh at his drowsy state but go towards the kitchen. "Dinner!" You say, and the three all promptly follow to the dining room.

When you sit down at the dining table, you would have thought you'd forget the brief inclinations of Usopp's words just moments earlier, but you didn't. It suddenly made you self-conscious, made you think so deeply into the conversation you had, despite you knowing better; it was just Usopp taking things too far as usual. But then it made you think about all the interactions you had with your boyfriend. You remember all the instances you would speak animatedly about your day, talking while he trained or lay around the ship. Was it annoying to him? You think of his reaction, he didn't seem too fazed when you did. But he never seemed invested either, merely a nod of his head or an odd grunt of acknowledgement. Then, your thoughts go deeper. You think of the instances you would seek him out, you think of every time you showered him with affection behind closed doors, thought of every brush of your hand against his and every move you made.

Was it too much? Was I too much?

Tolerating; is that the word you would use to describe Zoro's demeanour to you? But the more you thought the more you saw how you were the one seeking him out the most, the one talking the most, the one giving affection the most. And the more you thought the more you realised you never took the time to see if Zoro actually enjoyed it; your constant want to be in his presence. You knew you were being stupid. You knew that there were more than enough ways that Zoro showed his love to you in return. You would hear his murmured words, notice small actions, would see affection deep within his eyes. After all, Zoro was nothing if not confident; he would never agree to a relationship unless he truly wanted it; unless he truly adored you. Yet you let the small comments churn within you, buried insecurity rising as you notice your differences. You feel dread next. He wouldn't leave you for it, would he?

You are so lost in your thoughts you don't notice said man walking into the dining room, skin slick with the efforts of his afternoon workout as he makes a beeline for his spot; his spot next to you. Zoro sees you absentmindedly sitting in your seat and nudges you causing you to realise that he is now present. You smile at him then, "Hey Zoro," you grin but Zoro sees slight hesitance in your eyes and your lack of prying words or subtle affection. He nods but decides not to question it as Sanji then puts out the dinner for everyone to share and soon everyone around you is lost to the prospect of food. As you go for your share watching as crew members devour Sanji's new creation you find yourself timid as you look around you. Your friends are shouting and talking and eating joyously, and though you would often be the centre of the overly animated show of dinner, you suddenly feel so drained from your thoughts; almost sad. There is a gnawing feeling of vulnerability in your chest pulled open by the words shared earlier, but you can't help but feel like you're overreacting.

"Oi, are you okay?" You turn in surprise at Zoro's passive words as he goes for another cup of sake sharp eye trained on you. He had noticed how you hadn't filled the air with your vibrant words, talking about all that had happened in the short time you had left him to his workout. He noticed how you, usually up and shouting with the crew as they did now, sat rooted to your spot just eating. He noticed how your eyes didn't shine with the usual mirth they usually did. Sure, he wasn't one to be as talkative as you, or openly share his affections as you did, but it was one of his favourite things about you. Being able to just listen to your joyous voice, feel your love in so many ways, and have you by his side; the one he would protect till the end of time. You, surprised to see that he had actually taken the liberty to notice feel your heart constrict at his care but shake your head nonetheless. "I'm fine."

Only, maybe you weren't.

When evening came, you merely kissed the corner of his face before turning to your side of the bed. No long nightly rants, no excitable or adoring words, no cuddling like you usually begged. Zoro shook off his concern however, thinking you just needed a moment like he sometimes did. That night he slept horribly without you in his arms. When morning came and you awoke to his absence as he left for his early morning workout, you didn't seek him out as you usually did. That morning, Zoro found it strange when you didn't grace him with your lively presence as you usually did. The teasing words as you watched him work, the abundance of plans you shared for the day, your sweet pout as you asked for his attention. Yes, he would merely blush fiercely or nod passively or roll his eyes but the chime of your laughter as he did made his heart warm. The lack of you left the empty spot in the crow's nest cold where you usually sat. These happenings became the entire day, which followed into the week, and despite Zoro putting off his concern earlier, now he was confused and annoyed.

Had he done something wrong?

On your end, you were merely trying your best. You tried to limit your conversations with him, the touch of your hand to his, the engulfing of his form, the kissing of his face. And it honestly hurt. You felt so urgently the need to be by his side, you craved him and yet each time you tried to push away your insecurity, it ate up at you and you hesitated. Was I too much? Would he be annoyed? Would he leave? Was I a burden? So, you didn't. For a week you tried, but you could feel yourself breaking. Currently, you were sitting at the dining room table as Sanji was prepping for the day's lunch. You let out a deep sigh full of sadness, and Sanji, with that woman-radar of his, turned at your blatant dismay. Many of the in-tune members of the crew had noticed the lack of vibrancy in your figure and the much more irritable form of Zoro. "What's wrong [y/n]-san?" You look up to see the blond-haired man looking at you with an unusual seriousness in his eyes; concern. You have seen that a lot this week.

"Nothing's wrong Sanji," you say with a tired smile. But Sanji frowns at you, seeing clearly through your words. "It's that damn Marimo isn't it?" You look up surprised to see that Sanji now has raging anger consuming him. There is literally fire in his eyes as he turns to the door readying to go beat up your boyfriend. "Damn, moss-head thinks he can take poor [y/n]-san's heart away from me and then break it so carelessly, I'll show him what-" You quickly get up stopping Sanji and hoping to prevent a seemingly unlawful murder. "Wait! Sanji it's not him!" Sanji sobers quickly at the gentle touch of your hand on his shoulder holding him back as he turns to you in surprise. He then frowns and surprises you when he looks at you with confusion, "Then what-" He is quickly cut off by the slam of the door as an angry-looking swordsman quickly enters the fray. His sharp eyes travel from your hand to where it still clutched Sanji's shoulder, then to your frozen gaze and then to Sanji's.

"Damn cook! Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend!" Sanji's eyes blaze instantly at that and before you know it the two are fighting like deranged idiots. You observe the suddenly escalated scene in surprise hearing insults thrown left to right and the flurry of limbs as they try to take a chunk out of each other. You then, laugh. It fills you slightly and then it hits you fully. How much you missed Zoro, how much you missed the normalcy even if it was just watching two overpowered idiots fight as they usually did. Zoro turns at the melodic sound of your laughter pausing in his fight as Sanji's eyes turn to hearts at the sound. It had been so long since he heard it; since he saw you as you usually were. A warm hand encapsulates your arm and you look up to see that it is Zoro, now taking you from the kitchen in silence much to the dismay of Sanji.

When the two of you reach your shared room, he turns to you, form tense once again as he forces his words to you. "Okay [y/n], what's actually wrong? You've been avoiding me all week. You haven't come once to the crow's nest. You haven't done the usual shit you do.-" You look up at your boyfriend's unusually frustrated form listening off the things you haven't done that week and you feel your heart brim at his concern. You feel stupid. "I'm sorry." You cut him off as he turns to you, and you look up to him hesitantly. "I- I just thought you know, it might've been annoying to you?" You advert your eyes when his eyebrows raise in surprise. "I'm just so used to sharing everything, and I sometimes get carried away, I just thought- what if-?" You stop yourself as a familiar tugging your heart weighs you down. You hear a deep sigh. "[y/n], is this what this week has been all about?" You nod as you trace the floor with your eyes. "I just didn't want you to leave me."

You feel it then, the strong embrace of your boyfriend's arms, toned with his training and warm against your form. He sighs once again at your words as he rolls his eyes despite you not seeing. "You're an idiot you know that?" You laugh slightly against his chest as you relish the feeling of him after what felt like so long. Zoro doesn't know how to comfort; it was out of his capabilities but you felt it within his arms. His reassurance, his love and the fact that he had missed you too. Suddenly you are overcome with emotion at the fact that you let such small insecurity cause you to waste so much time with the man you adored. "M'sorry, it's just Usopp was saying and I-" Zoro tenses at your words releasing you as he stares into the depths of your eyes. "Usopp?" You freeze then, realising your mistake as you see his signature murderous aura extend from his form. "W-wait Zoro." But he has flown through the door quicker than you can force him to stay and you hear the darkly uttered words at the crew's sniper.

"Usopp, so this was all your fault huh?"

"W-wait [y/n]- tell him I didn't mean it, I'm sorry-"

You watch as he tries to evade your boyfriend's wrath but he merely sees the reason you have been sulking all week; why he had suffered the whole week. You just laugh at the comical sight, free of your doubt and reminded that despite your differences the both of you would be just fine.

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