#nami drabble

[mydearlybeloathed]

── 𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐙𝐌𝐎𝐒 𝐀-𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: being a mermaid, it's part of you nature to bring the object of your affection gifts in the hopes of swaying their gaze. how do these pirates handle your onslaught of treasures?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nami, luffy, and sanji x mermaid!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k (.6k luffy, .4k nami, .6k sanji)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: mermaid!reader, continuation of this fic, requested

LUFFY

When you first began to court Luffy via your pod’s traditions, you quickly realized you’d have to improvise; Luffy had no clue what any of your actions meant, no matter how obvious you made it.

You brought your captain countless gifts, ranging from perfect pearls to slightly chipped sand dollars, and each time all he did was smile, thank you, and skip away to add your gift to his growing collection.

This time, however, you would make sure he understood, lest your sanity slip away. 

He sat criss crossed on his special seat, the mast of the ship, and you stood on the deck with a pretty pink and blue conch shell in hand. Hopeful eyes set on the man you admired, you failed to notice Robin coming up beside you. She hummed softly, startling you. “Oh, hi.”

“He’ll like that one.” Robin smiled cheekily. “But you want my advice?”

“Please.”

A chuckle left her as she looked on at her captain. “Be as straightforward as you can. Ask him what his feelings are.”

Blinking widely, you gazed back at Luffy. That surely seemed easy enough. Steeling yourself with a sigh, you nodded once and trudged forward, up the stairs to the foredeck and all the way up to where the masthead met the deck. Words rose to your lips and fell short, breath caught by the way the wind and sun sat around him like good friends. Luffy sat leaned back on his hands, eyes gently shut, easy smile on his face. You couldn’t dare to break such a moment, not till you nearly dropped the shell and let slip a little yelp. 

Luffy reacted instantly, tilting back his head to see what was the matter. He grinned upon seeing you, sending jitters through your belly. “Hey!” His eyes lowered to the conchshell tight in your grasp, jabbing a finger at it. “What’s that?”

He already knew it was for him; Luffy grew to look forward to your random gifts, treasuring them in his quarters and spending a little time each morning just admiring them. 

You glanced down at your gift, mustering up your courage and hoping beyond hoping that he’ll finally understand. “It’s for you. I found it this morning.”

Found was an understatement. You’d scoured the seafloor all morning to find something worthy of bestowing upon your love. Luffy beamed even brighter, if possible. “Really?” He slid off the mast and landed right in front of you. 

Luffy’s eyes shown like stars, his lips slightly parted as he ghosted his hands over the silky surface of the shell. You passed it on to his caloused hands, skin sparking as his fingers slid against yours. You stood transfixed upon him and how gently he handled the gift, turning it this way and that to see every nook and cranny, leaving no part of it unknown. A sharp ba-dump ba-dump echoed in your chest.

“It’s great,” he breathed, raising his eyes to peer into yours. Soft wasn’t a word one would use to describe Luffy. Brash and loud, yes. But not soft. Yet, there was this secret shadow of him that was softer beyond compare, only revealed in moments of deep distress… or right now, when you hand him a piece of your heart.

You felt a soft prod at your back, hand lunging back to catch a phantom wrist. You quickly released Robin’s hand, whipping around to spy her, but she was nowhere in sight. Puffing your cheeks, you swiveled back just to find Luffy leaning close over your shoulder, eyes squinted. “What’re we looking for?”

“N-Nothing.” Gazing into his face, you coiled your fists. “Luffy, I have a question.” 

Instantly, all his attention was on you, pleasantly awaiting. “Mhmm?”

“I… I was wondering… do—do you—do you like… tangerines?”

Luffy blinked a little blankly, before shrugging a shoulder. “Yeah, I like ‘em. What an odd question.” He ruffled up your hair and hurried off. “I’m gonna add this to my collection. Thanks a bunch!”

“Yeah… no problem.” Cupping yoru face in your hands, you groaned disparingly. Cracking open an eye, you found a single arm sprouting from the deck rail sporting a thumb’s up of comfort. 

NAMI

The gifts had been a constant before you and Nami made it official, but after? Nami was running out of room to keep all the nick-nacks you showered her with. She’d never tell you that though, the smile on your face each time you offered up a gift a treasure in itself.

So Nami settled for becoming the ship’s interior decorator, making it a project to find the best places to present your increasingly beautiful finds. 

Hanging from the wall in the galley was a giant piece of seaglass wrapped in fishing net. On the kitchen table an array of shells sat in a decorative bowl. Each of the boys had a whole sand dollar they were not allowed to touch on the their bed table.

It took you a few weeks to notice it, with the decorations growing over time, but when you did a surprised yet excited beam took you face. You noticed the solid pink clam shell you’d found a month ago among the table decorations, immediately whirling on Nami with a bright smile. “I found that, didn’t I?”

She was worried you’d be upset with her decorating, but now you coudln’t have looked happier. Nami’s cheeks reddened as she laughed, nodding. “You did. I thought I’d put some of your treasures around so we can all admire them.”

You shot up from the table and bounded off. “How many more are there? Did you hide them?”

Nami watched misty eyed, heart warm as the sound of your voice echoed back to the galley. Robin chuckled behind her hand, winking when Nami caught her eye. Nami blushed deeper and, flustered, got up to chase after you.

After that, she really set out to hide the gifts you brought her, tucking them between books and pans. Your search grew to be a calm sort of game. You would be lying in a hammock by Nami’s side, her reading a book aloud, when you lazily pointed to the bookshelf and murmured, “There’s the blue one I got last week.”

The whole crew even joined in after a while, and a board was set up in the galley to tally the scores. Even after four months of the treasure hide-and-seek, you came out on top with the most finds, and if someone dared to come close to taking your title? Well, you reminded them that you have two rows of razor-sharp teeth, and suddenly you were champion once again.

SANJI Sanji treasures each and every gift you bring him, to the point where his nose starts to bleed every other trinket. He doesn’t love the gifts a normal amount, okay. He will set them up all over the kitchen and randomly point them out to anyone nearby.

“Look at that one! She had to have dove down so many depths to get it. Ah~”

“Mosshead, get your slimy, bottom-feeder hands away from my seashells.”

Everyone knew to treat your gifts to Sanji with immense care, and that fact sent a wave of pride through your heart. You sat at the kitchen counter watching him cook, lining up the shells just to admire them, every once in a while making them into the shape of a heart and sending him into cardiac arrest. 

Oh, but the gift he’s most proud of? It’s the one he wears round his neck every single day.

The first pearl you brought him was a small thing, around the size of a pinky, and you handed it to him shyly while saying you couldn’t find a bigger one to display. Sanji barely breathed, rolling it in his palm and just thinking of how lucky he is to have you, that you would dive down into the sea just to find him the most beautiful treasures. 

Yes, it was part of your culture, so part of this was customary to you, but after each of his lovely reactions your gift-giving grew into more of a habit of the heart, eyes always peeled for any trinket Sanji might enjoy. So when you noticed how he held the pearl with such care, the milky white of it looking so nice against his palm, you got an idea.

Every single morning for the next two months you gathered pearl after pearl, keeping them in a little box under your bed. Sneakily, you even managed to take the original pearl from the ring box Sanji kept it in. The scare it gave him when he awoke, turned to his bed table, and his prized gift from his lovely mermaid was missing?? He was inconsolable, so much so that you rushed to give him his gift a day earlier, giggling as you cut off his apologies.

“It’s okay,” you beamed, handing him a small paper wrapped object. “I think this will fix it.”

You bounced on your heels as Sanji sat down at the counter and delicately handled the paper, revealing the pearl necklace within. For the longest moment, he said nothing at all, only staring down at it blankly. You ducked to catch more of his expression, worrying your lip between your teeth. “Do you like it?”

Sanji’s lips ticked upward, eyes holding so much affection you could feel it hit you as he raised his gaze. “I love it. Thank you, my love.”

You couldn’t hold back the magnitude of your smile, reached to help him put it on. As soon as the cool pearls hit his skin, he felt a sense of wholeness only you could explain. He ran a finger over the necklace, wiping away a trail of blood with his wrist, and turned to take you in his arms. 

From that day forth, he never took the necklace off. 

Sanji never wasted a moment he could show it off, unbuttoning the tops of his shirts so it was more visible. You were more than pleased by this, hanging off his arm as you swept through markets, casting every admiring woman a lethal glare before reaching to toy with the pearls around his neck.

Let’s just say the gift satisfied a more possessive part of your nature you did your best to hide from your lover.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

@100520s

[roronoagem]

nami x fem!reader with mommy kink perchance?

characters: ‘cat burglar’ nami

content warning: +18 nsfw, fem!reader, mommy kink, fingering, kissing, nami has a strap on but refers to it as cock lol, i fear this is cringe somehow bc i forgot how to write smut ?? not proofread.

a/n: omg omg omg !! i’m so happy someone requested nami bc i love her sm and i wanted to write something for her but had like zero ideas ?? so yeah i’m super duper happy. i hope you’ll enjoy it <3

“look at you darling,” she grins. her thumb circles your clit, fingers skilfully thrusting into you. you moan, squirming under her ministrations. “m-mommy,” you reach for her wrist, nami fastened the movement of her fingers at that. her lips find yours and for a moment the two of you get lost in the kiss, then nami pulls away, sits back and pushes your legs further apart.

“what do you need, baby?” she kisses your warm cheeks, hands caressing your hips and legs. “you… please,” you beg, squirming under her gentle touch. “you’re being so good, you deserve a reward for sure.”

nami smirks and pushes the head of the strap towards your gaping hole, making you gasp. she uses your fluids as lube, before slowly pushing inside. you wine sweetly, nami’s hands reach yours and she kisses your chin as she bottom out, waiting a moment so you could adjust.

“you’re taking mommy’s cock so well, baby. you’re perfect,” she praises you, making your heart flutter. “doing so good.” nami thrusts into you, enjoying the sweet sounds escaping your lips and the way your body is squirming under her. “i’m close… ngh– please nami,” you arch your back, as she repeatedly hits your cervix. when her fingers find your clit once again, you finally reach your peak.

“you did so good, baby. so, so good,” nami peppers your face with kisses as she praises you, guiding you through your orgasm. “my love,” you chase her lips and cup her face to kiss her.

[averyjadedemerald]

#Roommate!Nami

- Imagine Nami falling in slow love with her new stoic roommate, but that she fell FIRST...

Crazy ik but it was calling me, I don't write fics but if I do or start it's because of this 🧍🏾‍♀️

I just needed this out in the world

[luffysscraps]

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Ft; The straw hat pirates

•Luffy

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

•Zoro

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

•Nami

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

•Usopp

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

•Sanji

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

•Robin

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

•Franky

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

[onekeii]

"Can we do that again?"

Day 11: "I never want this night to end." One Piece: Luffy x Reader Warnings/Genre: spoilers up to fishman island arc, fluff, ambiguous relationship, smoochin', mentions of drinking, not proof read Word count: 904 AN: this might be the worst thing i've ever written

Read on AO3

Mermaids, mermen, and fishmen of all shapes and sizes sang and danced before your eyes, the room threatening to burst with laughter and music and the rumble of feet on the floor. It was something you’d never forget, you hoped, letting the familiar post-battle relief seep into your veins and loosen up your muscles.

Up until yesterday morning, you hadn’t seen anyone for two years. Part of you was convinced that your dangerous yet thrilling life on the seas was over, and that you might not run into your long lost friends on Saboady. But of course they would never let you down. When you arrived at the Sunny, there they all were: beaming down at you as if nothing had changed. 

Perhaps nothing had changed, after all. The past few years without them were erased in an instant upon your frantic descent to Fishman Island, and it was business as usual - fighting then feasting then repeating. You took this rare moment of peace to admire your friends from afar, nostalgia aching and eating away at your heart.

Zoro already drank his fill and fell asleep, while you winced at the face stuck to Sanji’s face as he laid in a mermaid’s lap. Chopper was next to him, frantically scolding him for yet another nosebleed. Brook - the Soul King - started performing with the band while Franky taught some fishmen fellows his signature pose, yelling at the top of his lungs, “Suuuuper!” You couldn’t help but choke on your laugh.

Your esteemed captain, Luffy, was deflating slowly after eating so much food, waving his arms about and talking excitedly with Jimbe. Ever the social butterfly, Nami chatted away to Camie while Robin sat still and listened, a small and graceful smile upon her face. Usopp soon joined in, spinning his silly but entertaining little stories.

“Why are you crying?” you look up to find Luffy, his eyes wide with innocent confusion, his body already returned to normal. When you don’t respond right away, he tilts his head and asks again, “Are you still hurt from earlier?”

You shake your head, only just noticing how the tears stung your eyes. Frantically, you wipe them away with the back of your arm, no doubt rubbing your face a little raw. He plops down next to you, taking in the same views. You wonder if he’s thinking of the same thing as you, or maybe he’s just zero’d in on how much more he wants to eat - you can never tell. That’s your captain. 

You clear your throat and say, “I gotta admit something stupid.”

“Yeah?” is all Luffy can say. He doesn’t even turn to you, mesmerised still on what’s before him.

“I’m so happy we’re back together,” you smile, finally tearing your eyes from him, “Even though we’re still going to be bouncing from one place to the other, just like always, I still… I never want this night to end!”

He throws his head back and laughs, “It never will!” he announces proudly, “We’re pirates. We’re gonna live this good every day. I promise!”

Right then, a long-forgotten feeling blossomed in your chest once more. It climbed up into your throat and threatened to choke you, for you were finally back with your friends and your captain - the future King of the Pirates, and you didn’t have to fear what would come next. This is what the past two years were for.

As Luffy’s laugh died down, his wide smile still plastered across his face, you found yourself thinking that you love your captain, who bears so much for you all with no hesitation, so much that you could kiss him. And you do.

It’s quick, fleeting. You race forward and press your lips against his, the music around you fading into the background for a moment, but sense washes over you and sobers you up fast, and you pull away. To your surprise, Luffy doesn’t seem angry or confused. His eyebrows are twisted in shock and his mouth hangs open slightly, but at least he’s not upset. It only makes you feel even more embarrassed, twisting your body away from him and hiding your now red face. “I’m sorry!” your mind races to find the right thing to say, but Luffy’s response takes you out once more.

“Hey, can we do that again?” 

You freeze. Then you slowly turn back to him, only to find his face centimetres from yours. Scooting backwards against the floor to put some distance between you, your response is scattered as you fan the heat away from your face, “What do you mean?”

“That- It felt good! I wanna try it again!” he’s smiling again.  Of course, you huff. Luffy’s actions shouldn’t surprise you anymore. But you give in, feeling yourself lean in to connect your lips again, your hand flying up to cup his cheek and pull him in closer and keep him there longer. Luffy smiles toothily and clumsily into the kiss, reminding you again why you love him so much in the first place.

@12daysofchristmas

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[satoruswifeyyyy]

lover, you should've come over (r.zoro x fem! reader)

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5

chapter 5: how you get the girl

official playlist

masterlist

synopsis: reader and zoro are dating but it's not the same as before-something has changed.

it had been weeks.

weeks since you started acting like zoro didn't exist.

weeks of your sarcastic remarks growing dull, your wit losing its edge, your laughter disappearing completely.

weeks of zoro trying—desperately—to fix what he had broken.

and it was hell.

because you weren't just mad at him.

you were hurt.

and hurting you-of all people-was something zoro thought he'd never do.

but here they were.

he had to fix this.

and so, roronoa zoro—the gruff, stubborn, prideful swordsman—began his pathetic journey to win back his girlfriend.

attempt #1

zoro had always watched over you in battle. even before dating.

but now? he went overboard.

anytime a single enemy got remotely close to you—

SLASH!

gone.

you didn’t even get the chance to fight.

at first, you ignored it.

but when zoro blocked an attack that you definitely could have handled, you snapped.

“are you kidding me?!” you glared at him. “i had that!”

“tch.” zoro scoffed, wiping his blade. “yea i know.”

you clenched your fists. “oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t know i suddenly needed a babysitter.”

“you don’t,” zoro said. “just don’t feel like letting you get hurt.”

you paused.

your heart almost softened—

then you remembered how he broke up with you and walked away.

damn it.

attempt #2

“you owe me for this, moss-head,” sanji muttered, expertly cooking.

“yeah, yeah.” zoro grumbled.

he was desperate.

and according to sanji, “the best way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach, you dumbass.”

so now, zoro was begrudgingly carrying a tray of your favorite food to you.

he knocked on your door.

no answer.

“…oi. it’s me,” he said. “open up.”

nothing.

he sighed. “i brought food.”

silence.

zoro frowned. maybe she’s not inside?

and then—

“leave it at the door.”

he stiffened.

her voice sounded… empty.

“…just open the door, y/n.”

nothing.

his grip on the tray tightened.

“fine.” his voice was tight. “eat.”

and he walked away.

(she didn’t eat it.)

attempt #3

“alright, bro!” franky slapped zoro’s back. “time for the grand gesture!”

“i already regret this,” zoro grumbled.

“don’t be a coward!”

and so, franky—and the rest of the damn crew—dragged zoro onto the sunny’s deck, where you sat, reading.

“Y/N!” franky shouted.

you barely glanced up. “what.”

franky elbowed zoro.

zoro groaned.

then—

he gritted his teeth… and yelled:

“I’M SORRY FOR BEING A COMPLETE IDIOT AND BREAKING UP WITH YOU!”

a pause.

"I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU, LIFE WITHOUT YOU SUCKS. PLEASE COME BACK TO ME!"

silence.

the entire crew stared.

you blinked.

luffy’s jaw dropped.

sanji fell over laughing.

brook literally collapsed.

chopper gasped. “did zoro just… YELL?!”

“holy crap.” usopp whispered.

even nami was shocked. “i never thought i’d see the day.”

zoro was red. very red. deeply, painfully, miserably red.

you…

looked at him.

expression unreadable.

and then…

you simply stood up—

and walked away.

zoro’s heart sank.

“…that was painful to watch,” robin murmured.

franky patted his shoulder. “you tried, bro.”

zoro clenched his fists.

no.

not enough.

he needed to do more.

attempt #4

late at night.

zoro stood outside your door.

again.

for the hundredth time.

and he knocked.

“…what do you want.”

your voice was tired.

zoro exhaled.

and then—

“…you win.”

“…what?”

“i said, you win,” he muttered. “i give up.”

the door creaked open—just a little.

your tired (your eye colour) eyes peered through the gap.

zoro swallowed.

“…you don’t need to forgive me,” he admitted. “i don’t deserve it.”

you didn’t reply.

he took a deep breath.

“but you should know something.”

his voice was soft.

almost… vulnerable.

“…i never stopped loving you.”

your fingers tightened around the doorframe.

zoro exhaled. “i was an idiot. i got in my own head. thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“…that was stupid.” your voice wavered.

“i know.” his jaw clenched. “and i hurt you.”

finally—finally—you opened the door.

“…do you mean it?” you whispered.

zoro nodded.

and that’s when your walls broke.

you threw herself at him—punching his chest, hitting him.

“you idiot!”

“i know.”

“you asshole!”

“yeah.”

“you made me suffer for weeks!”

zoro didn’t argue.

didn’t stop you.

just held you tight.

until you stopped shaking.

and then—

he tilted your chin up.

and kissed you.

it wasn’t a desperate kiss.

it wasn’t rushed.

it was… gentle. soft. familiar.

like coming home.

when they pulled apart—you exhaled shakily.

“…don’t do that again,” you murmured.

“i won’t.” his voice was firm. “never again.”

and this time—

he meant it.

(their spark never died. it had just taken some time to rekindle.)

a/n: happy ending?? epilogue coming up next!!

[fadedpiink]

sea's quiet moments

nami x gn!reader

author's note: not proofread! contains: nami x gn!reader, est relationship, fluff, comfort.

warmer!

it starts with her knocking on your door way past midnight, her voice soft but her tone not really asking.

“shift change. i’m cold.”

you’re still half asleep, tangled in your blanket, but she’s already sliding under it, cold feet pressing against your legs like she owns the place.

“you could’ve brought another blanket,” you mumble, voice soft.

she just hums, already pressing her face against your shoulder, fingers tracing lazy circles on your arm.

“you’re warmer.”

and when you wake up, the sun’s already creeping through the curtains, and her hand’s still tangled with yours.

my fortune!

the two of you were supposed to be collecting supplies, but somehow you’ve ended up ankle-deep in tide pools on a beach nobody else noticed. nami’s crouched over a little cluster of shells, her fingers running over one that glints weird under the sun.

“this one’s rare,” she says, brushing the sand off like it’s a gem.

you raise a brow. “how do you know?”

“because i’m gonna sell it for a fortune.” her grin is all teeth.

but when you get back to the ship, she doesn’t sell it. she leaves it on your nightstand, tucked in the curve of your pillow, like it was yours all along.

shared drinks!

she steals your drink. always. even if it’s the exact same thing she’s holding, she’ll reach over, fingers wrapping around your cup, take a sip and go:

“yours tastes better.”

and you’ve learned not to fight it, because every single time you call her out, she just smiles, slow and lazy, and says:

“it’s called sharing, dummy.”

but the next time you’re out in town, she buys two — one for you, and one for her — before you even have to ask.

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© fadedpiink 2025

[glitchyporcelaindoll]

Hot Pursuit

character: smoker from one piece

notes: gender neutral reader, flirty teasing, tension

author's note: first fic ever, no beta read lmfao, lowkey short only 648 words, likes/reblogs appreciated!

you open your eyes and look around, vision still blurry. at once when you see land around, your gaze shifts to your wrists, the band was still there. the band that kept you and your crew together. all you remember was a forceful storm that tilted your ship and then losing consciousness.

you were a bit glad to be alive somehow, but also not. the bounty on you wasn't a joke, your crew was dynamic and striking with everyone having a notable bounty so you had to go with an unrecognisable disguise to find your crewmates.

you still had your scarf on you, putting your crew wristband inside your pocket, you wrapped the scarf around your face, leaving an open spot just for the eyes.

"i am sure of it!" a soft, confident voice was heard.

"tch, aren't they supposed to be pirates with superpowers from birth? how did their ship even crash from a mere storm?" a deep yet lazy and tired groan followed this dialogue.

upon hearing this conversation, you were quick enough to realise it was about your crew. acting cleverly, you stopped to check out stuff nearby, leaving space for the people behind to go ahead. as they did, your eyes widened.

a buff marine, two cigarettes in his mouth, a tired look on his face beside him was a bespectacled young girl with a katana.

this was without a doubt, smoker. the marine with the smoke-smoke fruit's power. you hadn't seen him, but had heard so much about him. so you definitely couldn't afford being arrested here.

your superpower was speed, and his was smoke...you calculated the possibilities and weaknesses, still hiding in the alleyway.

taking a deep sigh, you looked around confusingly, scratching your nape. it would've been good to have your crew beside you at this moment.

"thought you were invisible?" you froze. the voice behind you was heavy yet with a mocking tone.

you turned around, it was smoker. you stood still, facing him.

"what's the surprised look for? i have years of experience. thought i would let ya slip away? saw you the moment the sea brought you here. but gave you a moment to breathe."

you let out a slow and long sigh, knowing his power was stronger than your speed so you couldn't do anything.

your crew thrived under pure teamwork with everyone's power contributing in it. when you were individually up against an opponent, it was inconvenient to expect victory.

"aren't you gonna oppose...or fight back? isn't your crew known to be striking fighters? or individual fights don't suit y'all?" he smirked, stepping closer, the two cigarettes still at the side of his mouth.

you rolled your eyes, not flinching, "so now? you're gonna arrest me right? lock me up and whatever the procedure is, yeah?" but not accepting defeat, you could afford to fight him just enough to tire him out, if he tried.

"kid's too eager to get arrested by me," he let out a smug chuckle, completely close to you now. it's almost as if you're pinned to the wall.

you remove your scarf, a grin spread across. "you seem more eager to arrest me though,"

smoker was slightly taken aback by your response and action but not letting it shake his pride. he folded his arms against his chest, and you saw his abs shift slightly.

"you have potential. should i let you go?" he used his smoke to take out the wristband from your pocket.

"woah. cut it." you raised an eyebrow, reaching up for it in the air. "try harder." he ordered casually. you glared at him as he moved the wristband closer to himself. not caring about anything but your precious band, you used his shoulder as support to catch it, and you did catch it.

"don't let me see you around again. otherwise i gotta make sure to take care of you myself." as i caught the band, he placed his hand softly on my waist, the stupid smirk still plastered on his face.

"oh don't worry. i'll come back just for you." you replied with the same grin, putting on your band, your hands on his abs after.

"i'll wait then."

"i won't keep you waiting." you winked.

all © to @glitchyporcelaindoll on tumblr (only)!

[ikuramachi]

╰┈➤ A Pact of Blood; the Angel and Demon of Hell.

⟢ Two Blades and a Single Promise.

• Contents: One Piece x original character. A scenario between Roronoa Zoro and his crewmate, Umi, where they promise each other to live and die by each other’s hands; a drabble.

The sun had just begun to dip below the edge of the sea, casting the deck of the Merry in soft amber hues. A warm breeze blew over the ship as the crew gathered for a rare moment of calm. Dinner was done, the waves were gentle, and the energy on board had mellowed into the kind of stillness only found in true camaraderie.

Robin leaned lazily against the railing, a book in her hand but forgotten in her lap, whilst Nami was sunbathing as usual, with some fresh, cold orange juice in her grasp. Usopp and Chopper sat cross-legged on the deck, munching on snacks. Luffy lay sprawled across a barrel, hat covering his face, though his ears were clearly tuned in. Sanji was cleaning his knives nearby, but his eyes often wandered, losing focus too often for his own comfort, but not that it was unwarranted.

Zoro sat cross-armed on the edge of the deck, swords lined beside him, back resting against the rails as he stared out at the sea.

Across from him, Umi sat in her usual style—legs folded underneath her, pipe resting delicately between her fingers, a small wisp of smoke curling from its tip. She had her katana laid across her knees, the sheath gleaming dully under the light. A IV pole stood tall beside her, with a couple bags full of blood attached and connected to her hand, an unusual sight that's become all too familiar for the Straw Hats by now. Her blindfold, as always, masked her eyes, but her expression was relaxed.

A rare silence hung between them. Not awkward. Not uncomfortable. Just charged—like flint waiting to spark.

“Oi,” Zoro muttered finally, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. From the way his eyes looked at her, Umi clearly senses that there must've been thousands of unanswered questions running wild in his hollow mind. “That sword of yours... why keep it sheathed all the time?”

The rest of the crew subtly perked up. Even Luffy tilted his hat just enough to see.

Umi smiled faintly, pipe still balanced between her fingers. “Because it hurts when I draw it.”

Zoro grunted. “Tch. That’s a lame excuse if I've ever heard one.”

Her smile curled wider. “And here I thought you’d be one to understand. What a shame." She exhaled smoke. Suddenly, the pipe was thrown to the ground as Umi straightened up, holding up her bandaged hand to her chest. Her voice roared dramatically, like her very soul was on fire. “It’s not pain I’m afraid of. It’s what the pain brings out!”

Zoro’s gaze lingered on her for a long moment. “...That sword. It’s just steel, isn't t?”

She tilted her head. “No. It’s a part of me. My blood. My fire. When I draw it, it’s like unsheathing my very soul. And souls, Zoro, aren’t always clean.”

There was a silence, broken only by the soft creak of the ship and the ocean’s lull.

Usopp leaned toward Chopper, whispering, “Woah. That’s like... some deep samurai metaphor stuff.��

“Shhh!” Nami hissed, slapping a hand over Usopp's mouth.

Zoro’s arms unfolded. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “And yet... you keep training. Keep swinging it. Even if it puts you down.”

“Of course,” Umi said, as if it were obvious. Her previous whimsical, dramatic demeanor replaced with one much more serious. A gaze that, although he couldn't see, Zoro felt the intensity of which. “Because one day, you’ll have to cut me down.”

The silence that followed was thunderous. The tension was palpable, thick enough it could be cut with a knife. Or a sword... in a situation like this.

Sanji stopped polishing his blade. Robin looked up from her book. Luffy's eyes were almost sparkling, although he wasn't entirely understanding what was going on.

Zoro didn’t react, nor say anything. But his jaw tightened.

“I don’t fight for glory,” Umi continued. “I don’t fight to be the strongest. My dream is... different.” Her tone softened, yet it held the edge of conviction. “I want to make sure the people I love achieve their dreams. Luffy’s. Yours. Sanji’s. All of you. That’s enough for me.”

She turned her face toward Zoro. “And your dream... is to be the strongest swordsman in the world. To surpass even the man who taught me everything I know.”

Zoro’s knuckles twitched.

“So,” she said, tapping the hilt of her sheathed katana. “You’ll have to get through me to get to him.”

Zoro's scoffed, smirking to hide the nervousness that hid beneath the facade. Not because he was scared that he'd lose, but because he feared the weight of new, upcoming promise that he felt. “You planning to stop me?”

“No,” she said, lips curling slightly. “I’m planning to push you.”

He stared at her. Not with defiance. Not with hostility. But with something more potent. Respect.

Umi exhaled smoke and looked toward the never-ending blue horizons. “One day, you and I will fight. No interruptions. No distractions. Just blades and conviction.”

Zoro’s mouth quirked upward into something resembling a smirk. “And when I win?”

“Then you become the world’s strongest,” she said, tone calm and proud. “And I get to say I helped you get there.”

“...And if you win?”

“Then you’ll have to try harder,” Umi said with a shrug.

Luffy let out a low whistle. “That’s cool...”

Nami crossed her arms with a thoughtful look. “So their dreams actually... overlap.”

Robin closed her book slowly. “No. They intertwine. Like parallel blades crossing the same path.”

Chopper and Usopp were in a state that could be only described as being on the verge of tears out of sheer admiration.

Zoro stood up and walked slowly toward her. Umi rose in turn, unslinging her katana from her knees and letting it rest against her shoulder.

"So, we're rivals now." Umi smiled.

“We're allies before anything else.” Zoro replied as he stopped just a feet away from her, his cocky smirk replaced with a softer look now. He let out a sigh, like he was annoyed, but Umi knew that was far from the case. "So... I'd have to achieve my dream to fulfill yours, and to do that, I have to defeat you? Well, I’d be damned. What an odd, twist of fate." He chuckled.

Then, Zoro held out his fist.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.” Umi grinned, soft and content. She raised her fist, too. Their fists collided with a satisfying crack, the sound echoing like a drawn blade in the quiet dusk.

And somehow, the ship felt still. Not just calm, but aligned. Like something in the universe had clicked into place.

A promise was made.

Usopp blinked. “Okay but like—are they gonna fight now or make a blood pact or...?”

Chopper wiped a tear. “That was... that was beautiful...”

Before, Sanji was scowling. Now, he was staring at the sight ahead of him like the whole world just came crashing down on him. His face was scrunched and squeezed like his soul was sucked out of him, steam coming out from him. ”Wh... WHAT?!"

Luffy grinned, wide and bright. “Zoro’s gonna fight Umi someday. That’s gonna be so cool!”

Nami sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes ever so slightly. Not that she was annoyed, per-say, just that her crewmates never ceased to surprise her. Not that she was complaining, really. “So, are they flirting, or what?”

Sanji practically hollered in objection at Nami’s words, still fuming, so much that he could’ve caught on fire. “IT’S CALLED UNNECESSARY CONTACT!”

Umi grinned, a low chuckle emitting from her. "Until then, let's get stronger. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

[nocturnalrorobin]

A little bit of Heaven

Nico Robin x f! Reader x Nami

Cw: Mistress kink, Sir kink, threesome, inappropriate use of Devil Fruit powers, toys. That said, the focus is on Aftercare.

Thank you, @lockes-woods , for all your wonderful stories, my friend! I hope you enjoy. 💛

Minors DNI

Hours. It had been hours. You always were so close, but Robin always stopped just before, just like Nami told her to. Nami laid on her back on the bed, a hand created by Robin held both of her hands above her head. You knelt above Nami, eagerly sucking and biting her nipple. Your clit was perfectly lined up with hers, two more hands created by Robin spawned out of Nami’s thigh, one held a needle vibrator that quietly buzzed between both clits, and the other hand thrusted deep into Nami’s pussy. Your arms were held behind your back by Robin's hand, and the both of you were connected by a double sided vibrator.

“S-Sir, Mi..” You couldn’t finish your sentence, a violent orgasm washed over you as Robin fucked into you from behind.

SMACK!

Robins spank on your ass brought you back from your high. “Oh my, such a naughty little flower.” She chuckled, clearly enjoying herself.

Nami lifted your face with her index finger and looked sternly at you. “Who gave you permission to cum little treasure?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress and Sir. It just felt so good. I’ll be good, I promise.” Both Nami and Robin smiled at each other.

“Can you be a good girl and give us one more? Me and Mistress are close too.” Robin rubbed gentle circles into your back, and you nodded. “Words dear.”

“Yes Sir.” You panted as Nami pulled you in for a kiss. Robin increased the strength of the two vibrators, hir hips smacking onto your ass cheeks each time they met. Nami hungrily kissed you while being fucked by Robin and feeling the vibrator on both of your clits and it didn’t take long for the three of you to reach your highs finally. Your bodies glistened with sweat, and the three of you collapsed onto one another completely out of breath. You cuddled close to Nami who was drawing soothing circles on your back.

Robin smiled at the view and got up to put on water for a bath. She poured in some soothing salts and bubbles. Next, she made sure to light some candles so you wouldn't need to use the bright lights and could just relax. She returned to the bedroom, took you and Nami by her hand, and led you to the bath. The tub was big enough to fit the three of you, and you sat between Robin's legs, which was your favorite spot, and Nami was opposite of you lovingly rubbing your feet.

“How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?” Robin kissed the crown of your head, and her arms were wrapped around you. Robin was worried that Nami’s endless bitemarks on your neck and breasts might hurt or that she herself overdid it.

“I’m fine, maybe a bit tired or rather exhausted, I guess. My nipples hurt a little, and maybe some of the bite marks might be a bit sore.” You thought for a second if there was anything else. “Otherwise I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry if I was too rough with you, my little treasure. I will make sure to take care of your bitemarks when we get out.” Nami apologized and gingerly kissed your toes. “But promise us that if it ever gets too much, you will use your safeword. Robin and I sometimes worry that you just bear it or are afraid to say anything because you think we would be disappointed.” Her brown eyes seemed to pierce your soul at that moment.

You felt heat rising to your face. You didn’t know this was a concern of theirs. “What? No! I love everything you do for me. If I really don’t like anything, I promise I’ll use the safeword.” You usually make sure to make aftercare of your doms as well, but maybe you neglected to tell them how much you enjoy it. After that, the three of you sat in silence just enjoying each other's company until it was time to wash up.

While you and Nami got comfortable on the bed, Robin went to the kitchen where she prepared snacks with Sanji and made tea for herself and Nami and a hot chocolate for you. She topped it with whipped cream and tiny marshmallows that were heart-shaped. Sanji, ever the caring cook, wanted to prepare a nutritious meal for his three mademoiselle, but Robin declined with a laugh. “You should rather take care of your Mossend. No?” She winked at him, and he tried to hide a blush. Their relationship was still new, and he easily blushed when someone said something. He helped her carry everything back to their shared bedroom and then excused himself.

“Here, my lovely little flower, drink up.” She handed you the hot chocolate and kissed your forehead. Then she went to Nami and smiled at her. “Here you go, Mistress.” She pulled her into a kiss before joining them on the bed with her own cup of tea. Robin looked at you the way you munched your little marshmallows before drinking the chocolate, she thought it was adorable. “The next Island is a amusementpark Island correct?” She asked Nami while looking at her mug.

“Yeah it is! But there is so much to do, part of the island is even just a spa, so it’s not just an amusement park, you can relax there too. There is also a waterpark and… “ Nami couldn’t continue, you interrupted her.

“Theres a part of an island that only focuses on kink, sex and has love hotels. In fact I booked us a room.” You said dryly while enjoying your coco. The mouths of your two lovers fell open. They did not expect that. “I also booked a room in the spa for the days after. You said we will stay for about a week so I thought we should use that time wisely and besides you are always so good to me, I want to return the favour and take good care of you.” You winked at them.

“Well well my little Treasure is full of surprises.” Nami pinched your cheek with affection.

“My. You are such a sweet thing. I love you, little flower!” Robin chuckled and pulled you in for a deep kiss. Nami did the same right after. The three of you spend the night talking, enjoying the snacks and cuddling with each other, until eventually you feel asleep in each other's arms.

[mydearlybeloathed]

“she’s my friend” ft. nami

There she was. Walking through town like nothing had happened. She carried a collection satchel across her shoulder, her eyes never straying from right ahead. It was the monthly tax day—the forty-seventh tax day since Arlong invaded the island.

And you stood on your front porch step, broom in hand and rigidly stuck in place. Nami waltzed like a princess with her head held high, and it caused a raw clench in your gut. Your fist tightened painfully around the broom handle.

One by one, she went to each door, rapped her knuckles sharply against it, and wordlessly held out her satchel. Nobody said a word. The whole village stood in bated silence. Each person glared and some grunted at her, but eventually their beri fell into her bag, and the ordeal went on as always. Whispers followed her every move, spits of her name not going unheard.

By the time she arrived at your door, you’d tossed your broom aside and had your hand ready to drop the money in. And, you had a set of words ready too.

“How’ve you been?”

Maybe you could have come up with something better, but you were under a lot of pressure.

Nami blinked up from where she remained on the ground, glancing up at your place on the porch. “Uhm… what?”

Slowly, you breathed in and out. The longer she stood there the more eyes she attracted, and the more people sent warning glares your way. You set your jaw and decidedly said, “Are you okay, I mean?”

From the way she recoiled, you wondered if she’d ever been asked that before. Surely she had, before all this had happened, when her mother was still around. Before the town vowed to make Nami believe they hated her—a stupid plan, one you had no intention of keeping.

“Yeah,” she nodded a little too quickly. “I’m good.”

The baker looked ready to approach, and the grocer chewed his thumbnail frantically. A tick worked in your brow. “That’s good.” You took the chance. “Do you want to come in?”

Nami’s eyes lost their hostility in an instant, and the ghost of the girl you once knew replaced it. “Really?”

You nodded warmly. You’d been wanting to ask for ages. In the years since Nami’s employment you’d watched your old friend from afar. You watched her face darken day by day, yet still her hope that she could save the village remained. Admiration furled in the pits of your soul, until you couldn’t help but hope that something remained of your friendship after all this time.

“I…” Nami was going to say yes. You could see the words form behind her eyes, a giddy feeling rising in your chest, till—

A throat cleared behind you, chased swiftly by a sharp utterance of your name. Wincing, you turned, locking eyes with Genzo instantly. He didn’t dare to look at Nami, only raising a brow at you instead.

“Go inside,” he ordered. “Your brother needs you.”

“I was talking to Nami,” you clipped back, eyes dangerously narrow. Genzo silently begged you to back down, to not force his hand. You remained steadfast.

“You shouldn’t be speaking to her, and you know it.”

A stupid plan. “And maybe I don’t care, Genzo. Ever think about that?” You swiveled on your feet, a flame simmering in your gut.

Your brother now hovered in your doorway, his expression dark and set. “She’s a witch.”

“She’s my friend,” you said with just as much venom.

Nami inhaled sharply, dragging your attention back to her. With her eyes locked on the ground, slightly wide, she backed away. “Don’t bother.” Nami adjusted her bag on her shoulder and turned to head off. “See you next month.”

You hardly held back a call of her name, watching her disappear down the road till she was just a speck in the distance. The whole town breathed a sigh of relief, going about muttering hopes and prayers that she would be warm that night.

Fists taut, you couldn’t help but growl under your breath. “This is stupid.”

Genzo’s hand found your shoulder. “You know why we do this. If she thinks we hate her—”

“It’s been years,” you cried, shifting in his grip but never shaking off his hand. “Nami’s not giving up, and thinking we hate her won’t change that.”

Genzo’s face softened, his arms coming to bring you in close, and you realized tears had formed along your waterline.

“We’re gonna be okay,” he mumbled into your hair. You let yourself relax in his arms, hugging him back for all of five seconds before you shoved him away and wiped at your face. Genzo blinked widely. “What is it?”

You sniffled. “Nami has no one to tell her that.”

He said your name in warning once before you bolted through town on Nami’s trail as fast as you could. Your heart thundered as her orange hair came into view, along with the possible danger her company could bring—and you didn’t care one bit.

“Nami!”

She turned swiftly, and you dared to think she smiled upon seeing you.

[the-bar-sinister]

Luffy knows maybe he shouldn't play up being dumb but he still pretends that he can't peel a tangerine without making a mess. 

He loves the flustered, indulgent look on Nami's face when he asks her to peel one for him, and he loves the smell of the fruit on her hands when she's done. 

He just has to tease her, opening his mouth in quiet insistence that she feed him the slices by hand. 

Every time he sucks the juice off her fingers afterward, and steals tart, sweet flavored kisses in her arms under the shade of her trees.

-

AO3 Link

[spid3namy]

ft. your favs

cw : fem! reader, fingering, praise, use of a mirror, mdni.

"there we go.. good girl"

his voice comes out low in your ear; you almost forget how to breathe as he talks to you. he was always so different around you. 

he was always so sweet, so gentle to you. everyone else saw him as this sort of big protective dog that clung onto you for the sake of doing so. but you knew the truth; underneath all of that he was nothing but a freak. 

one who, even though he was gentle during sex majority of the time, could snap at any minute and ruin you. make you forget your own name.

and fuck, you loved that about him. and you knew that he knew it too. it was quite obvious with the way that you acted around him.

“keep lookin’ in the mirror..”

his voice brings you back to reality; the one where he was knuckles deep in you. a low whine comes from you as he holds your chin upwards, forcing you to maintain eye contact with yourself. 

it was embarrassing for you. to be spread open like this and forced to stare at yourself while he fingers you. if you weren’t so damn focused on the feeling then you would’ve cursed him out by now for making you do something so damn embarrassing.

but unfortunately for you, you were too focused on the feeling to really complain. not like it would do anything to him. no matter how much you complained, he knew that you loved it just as much as he did. and you hated how damn smart he was.

“look at you, my love.. you look so good” 

you let out a moan at that, feeling his fingertips brush against that spot inside you that made your thighs shake. his pace was so slow and tortuous; he was taking his time with  you. 

and as much as you did love it; you hated how it was driving you mad. hated how he knew exactly where to touch you to make you want more. he knew exactly what he was doing to you; knew exactly what you liked and what you didn’t.

it took years ( more like months ) of experimenting with you to know everything about you. 

his gaze meets yours in the mirror, his fingers continuing their slow pace in and out. he could practically hear the wet noises coming from your cunt. the way it mixed with your moans and filled up the room. he loved how you squirmed each time his fingers brush against your g-spot.

you let out a whine, your hips bucking into his touch to chase that feeling once again.

“patience, pretty girl..”

his voice is low in your ear and it elicits another whine to come from you. you hated how he was teasing you like this. hated how he knew exactly how to make you greedy for more.

“c’monnn.. i need it so damn much. i’ve been patient.” you whine out, your eyes looking at him through the mirror in front of you. you looked so different.

your neck littered with hickies, hair a mess, lips swollen and parted slightly. your entire body was on display, just for him. for his eyes only. 

he lets out a chuckle low from the back of his throat, his free hand moving up to grip at your throat lightly. his thumb lightly caresses his jaw as he continues his slow movements.

“jus’ listen to her f’me.. listen how she talks to me”

he increases his speed, two fingers now being shoved into your mouth to keep you quiet so he could listen. the squelching sound of your pussy quickly fills up the room and it causes a low chuckle to leave his lips once again.

“doin’ so good f’me baby.. sound so pretty”

his praises sends a throb right through your body. 

and he knew it with that shit eating grin that was on his face as he felt it. feels the way your cunt throbs and clenches around his fingers. he presses a kiss onto your neck and looks into the mirror again.

“keep watchin’ yourself, pretty girl.. watch the face you make as i make you cum.”

you let out a groan from around the fingers that was still shoved in your mouth. he flashes you a grin before he pistons his fingers in and out of you, fingers pushing against that bundle of nerves deep within you.

his muffled name falls from your lips as you cry out, trying your damn hardest to keep your eyes focused on yourself in the mirror. 

he could tell you were about to cum and it only seemed to egg him on. his fingers move faster, pressing against that spot in you that had you seeing stars.

“cum for me, my love..”

his voice in your ear was enough to make you cry out, drool covering his fingers as you cum all over his hand. he doesn’t stop his assault, just fucking you through your orgasm.

the fingers in your mouth remove themselves and he looks at you, smiling lightly as you look at yourself in the mirror.

“such a good girl for me.. did so fuckin’ well”

he presses a kiss on the side of your neck before his cum soaked fingers move from inside your pussy. you stare at him through the mirror in all, watching as he licks his fingers clean. 

the sight was so lewd that it made your head spin. he knew what he was doing to you and you weren’t exactly sure if you hated it or loved it.

you figured it was both. 

“c’mon.. let’s clean you up, yeah?”

[lilacskiesapothecary]

The Little Things/Drabble/How They Care✨

One Piece

Luffy: He would bring you your favorite food and make sure you never go hungry! Always having a snack for you in his pockets, just making sure you’re happy 🍱🍙

Zoro: Never too far away. He would always be there to protect you, like a loyal and strong guardian. 🗡️💪

Sanji: He would cook you the most delicious meals and shower you with endless compliments. He wants to make sure you always feel loved😍🍳

Usopp: He would create unique and handmade gifts just for you, filled with his creativity and love. Just to bring a smile to your face.🎁✨

Nami: She would take you on exciting adventures, exploring new places and making unforgettable memories. ⛵🌴

Chopper: He would be your personal doctor, always making sure you're healthy and happy. Kissing anything that hurts to make it better.🩺🐾

Robin: She would share her vast knowledge and wisdom with you, teaching you new things every day. Reading you passages that remind her of you.📚🌸

Franky: He would build you cool gadgets and inventions, making your life more convenient and exciting. Doesn’t want you to lift a finger if he can help it🔧🚀

Brook: He would serenade you with beautiful music and make you laugh with his witty jokes. You’re the prettiest when you smile and he wants to keep you smiling always.🎵😄

Jinbe: He would be your calm and support whenever you need to vent , always offering a listening ear and wise advice. Will always be there for you when you call🐟🤝

✨🌊 Introducing our One Piece inspired Soap! Smells of Sea Salt & Sage and made with Apricot seeds to exfoliate the skin🌊✨

[fanaticsnail]

Australian Luffy

What if Luffy was Australian?

And so, here he is. Monkey D "Loz" Luffy.

TW: bad Photoshop.

He abbreviates everything.

A Bogan with a heart of gold.

Everyone gets a nickname, all said with a nasally crackle in his accent.

When he walks into a venue, it automatically pops off with some proper Hilltop Hoods bangers:

Monkey D Loz is a right mate. Ready to help a guy out at the drop of his corkstring-hat (keeps the mozzies away).

Peak cuisine for Loz is a Bunnings Snag on a barbie, topped with tomato sauce - better yet if he adds yeastie Vegemite spread, burnt onions and mustard.

He's a Cottie's Cordial kid. Red is his favourite. What does it taste like? It tastes like 'Red.'

"Au Naur" - More HC and dialogue below the cut:

Inkeeper: "I'm sorry, all the rooms have been taken. I only have a small self-contained ensuite outside."

Loz: "What? Like a granny flat?"

Zeff: "You're goin' to settle your debt one way or another, chore boy."

Loz: "C'mon, Big Zeff. Sanga's a mate. He'll give us mates rates."

Small child: "Thank you so much for saving us, Monkey D Luffy."

Loz: "Hey, no dramas."

Nami: "Luffy, grab the helm. We've got to turn the ship around!"

Loz: "What Nazza? You wanna chuck a yewy?"

Zoro: "Oi, Luffy. Boa's askin' boucha."

Loz: "Hold up, Zozza. Gotta chuck me thongs on"

These are the Aussie abbreviations for a few characters' names:

Roronoa Zoro: Zozza

Blackleg Sanji: Sanga (play on words, this is what we call a sandwich).

Usopp: Soppa

Nami: Nazza

Nico Robin: Robbie

Tony Tony Chopper: Chop-Chop (after chopper reed: an Aussie criminal icon)

Franky: Frangsta

Brook: Brookie

Trafalgar D Water-Law: Trazza

Portgas D Ace: Azzo

Sabo: Sabsta

Helmeppo: Meppaz

Koby: Kozzy

Red-Hair Shanks: Shazza

Dracule Mihawk: Hawko

Buggy D Clown: Bugsta

Sir Crocodile: Croco

Benn Beckman: Bazza

My personal favourites:

Donquixote Doflamingo & Donquixote Rosinante: Mingas and Nunce

@since-im-already-here, Sanga's defo got Ciggy butt brain. He's always bummin' ya lighters. He smokes Winnie-Blues and drinks goon.

Notes: Yes, can confirm. These are real things. @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @feral-artistry @cinnbar-bun @carrotsunshine @vespidphoenix @sexc-snail I thought you'd all appreciate some unhinged Aussie thoughts and slang from "Monkey D Loz"

[golden-barnes]

So I have this concept in my head I think I even shared it with another writer. But anyway here it goes. Reader is the cook at the avengers tower and Bucky is convinced she's working for Hydra. He thinks she was sent to trick him and spy on him. His reasoning is she always where's these aprons that reminds him of his ma. Different aprons for every occasion. She always has 40s music playing and is always singing along and dancing. She's this soft feminine bundle of sunshine. And her chocolate chip cookies taste just like his ma's. He knows she's evil but she's really just wonderful. He has fallen for her but doesn't realize it and is constantly trying to get her to reveal that she is a Hydra agent. She just wants to make him happy because she saw what he was like when he was healing after what Hydra did and harbors a huge crush. She actually got the recipe from his sister before she passed away to make them to help Steve adjust and started making them for both of them. Anyway I'm done rambling.

Your freaking BRAINNNNN. Ugh if this starts a series in my page Im blaming you because I am obsessed but also don't have enough time to write a full story so I might do something longer later with this idk. (also I'm envisioning a chubby plus size reader because it just felt right) Hope you like it!

Warning: swearing

"Hey, Robocop, could you stop glaring at our new cook?" Sam joked, noticing his friend glaring at their newest cook.

"She's a spy, Sam." Sam scoffed at the ridiculousness of Bucky's words.

"Bucky, she is baking an upside-down pineapple cake and wearing a pink and white apron while dancing to a Nat King Cole song. If she's a spy, Beyonce is my wife." Sam tried to reason with the soldier, but Bucky glared at him.

"Maybe that's what Hydra wants you to think. They are trained to be unsuspecting and blend in." Bucky whispered to Sam, looking at the cook, who was singing the lyrics of the song that was playing. He was transported back in time when his mom and sister would do the same thing. And there she was, (Y/N) in his mom's summertime apron, singing one of his mom's favorite songs. Hydra was getting sloppy with their spies if this was what they were sending.

After his therapy session, Bucky arrived at the compound and noticed a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the kitchen counter. He didn't think much, but he grabbed one and ate it.

He paused and looked at the cookie. It was exactly like his ma's recipe. He could feel his eyes water because he hadn't realized how much he missed these fucking cookies.

"Hello, Sargent. Like the cookies?" The alleged spy asked. She was wearing a very familiar floral apron. An apron he used to laugh at, saying it looked like his nana's curtains. His ma would always stick her tongue out in retaliation. Maybe he should try and see if she has the same reaction...

"Nice apron... Kinda looks like my grandma's curtains." (Y/N) laughed at his joke.Like a full belly laugh. She looks cute, Bucky thought. But immediately shook his head. Nope, this girl that looks like a warm hug personified is evil.

"It does kinda look like that. My grandma had the same one." She said, twiddling with the edge of the apron. Hydra really trained this one well.

And every day it was like this. Bucky would find her singing and dancing with an apron that was exactly like the one his mom would wear. It was driving him insane. Sam had tried to reason with him, but everything felt like a trap. It was like Hydra stole his memories and was recreating them with a beautiful lady that was just Bucky's type.

But today, it was Bucky's last straw. (Y/N) was wearing his ma's favorite red apron. And he knew it was his ma's because he could see the J and R embroidered in the apron's hem. Bucky had bought the apron, and Becca embroidered it as a Mother's Day gift.

"Cookie?" She asked, showing him a plate of freshly baked chocolate cookies. They smelt exactly like the ones ma' used to make. It angered him.

"What's your deal? How did you get this recipe and that apron?" Bucky growled. (Y/N) took a step back, but she didn't look scared.

"You know the bakery in Queens called Paulie's?" She started saying; Bucky nodded. His mom used to bring them there anytime they were going to celebrate something special in their family.

"I used to work there part-time in high school. So did Rebecca, your sister... She was the head baker there and taught me all the recipes I knew. A lot of them were your mom's. When she retired and moved in with her grandson, she gave me all these beautiful aprons. I am sorry if it made you uncomfortable. " She said honestly.

Bucky kept looking into her eyes to search for a lie. But there wasn't any there.

"Steve went to Paulie's and tried my cookies. He said it tasted like your mom's, and that's when SHIELD hired me. They thought having a familiar aspect would be easier for your transition." She confessed.

"And the music?" Bucky whispered. He felt kinda nice; she wasn't a spy. She was just a woman who had a connection with his sister. Maybe he could find out more about her last moments through her.

"She wouldn't work if she didn't have music playing in the background. I think I just adopted that habit." She said sheepishly. Bucky chuckled; his mom was the same.

"Would you like to learn how to back?" She added and Bucky nodded, holding back the tears.

"Sure, I would love to." The smile that she gave him was worth a million dollars and he would gladly pay it if it meant he would see it again. To think he thought it was a fucking Hydra spy.