#nico robin fic

[gingernut1314]

Kiss Me At Midnight

Summary: The Straw Hats Celebrate New Year's Eve

Content: gender-neutral reader x Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Chopper, Robin, Franky, and Brook, Straw Hats holiday headcanons, no true spoilers except for characters up till Marineford, Chopper is strictly platonic

Word Count: 850+

A/N: I did this quickly and hiding away from my family for the second time tonight. I did not read back over this, so I am sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes but what is new when it comes to all that lol. I hope you enjoy and have a happy New Years!

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Luffy:

He’s eating everything in sight

Do NOT leave your plate unattended

When the clock strikes 12 he’s kissing EVERYONE 

No one is safe

Full on mouth to mouth kisses too

He has no shame, no boundaries

He heard Sanji saying something about kissing someone you love at 12 

And Luffy loves you all so it’s only logical that he’d kiss you all 

Please give him a little smooch back

Maybe hold his hand while you watch fireworks shoot off over the pitch-black sea

It’d make his whole year

Zoro:

He’s drinking 

That’s all he’ll do

Drink and eat something

Do NOT ask him to play any games

Unless he’s winning against Sanji

Do NOT ask him to kiss you at midnight

He won’t do it…

…okay maybe he will kiss you at midnight but you have to give him a whole bottle of champagne afterward 

He’ll grumble and complain but he’ll share a glass with you while fireworks go off

Zoro will bump your shoulder to get your attention

And will wish you a happy New Year and tell you he’s glad to have you by his side for another year on almost gritted teeth

He’ll need another glass of champagne afterward though

Speak your feelings is hard

Nami:

She’s going to bet Zoro she could drink more than him by midnight 

And she won’t actually drink more than him 

but she’ll somehow still win 

And Zoro is going to own her couple hundred berries by the end of the night

She’ll wear those year glasses only if you wear them too

You two will join the others for the countdown

And she’ll take your hand, a bright smile on her face

As the countdown gets closer and closer to zero

She’ll pull you closer and closer

Her nose will brush against yours

And as soon as the clock strikes 12, her lips will be pressed sweetly against yours

She’ll hold you close and rest her head on your shoulder as fireworks bloom across the sky

Usopp:

He’s on firework duty

And stressing about it all night

He’s stressing so hard he can hardly enjoy the food Sanji’s cooking

He’ll have a drink…

Then another and another until somehow Sogeking makes a surprise appearance to finish up Usopps work

You’ll have to quickly lift his mask, steal a kiss at midnight, and get way out of the way before he sets all the fireworks off

Sogeking will leave for the night 

And Usopp will find his way back at your side

Kissing you silly as the last of his fireworks fall out of the sky

Sanji:

He will cooking up a storm all night

But he’ll be sure to make you specialty drinks and appetizers 

That you have to eat quickly by his side so Luffy doesn't snatch it up

He’ll fight off Luffy as you scarf down on the run

Sanji is stealing kiss after kiss all night

Saying he’s going to kiss you every hour till midnight

When the countdown starts he’s rushing to your side 

Pressing you to flush against him

And giving you the longest, deepest, most passionate kiss he can muster

He’ll whisper sweet “I love you” and promises of another wonderful year

Chopper:

He’s insisting everyone wear the year-shaped glasses

He somehow even gets Zoro to wear them

He’ll swap out his signature hat for a sparkly black and gold one

He’ll give you a big hug and a kiss on the cheek at midnight

Please do the same back

He’ll blush and tell you to stop

But you know he loves it

Robin:

She’s going to try and get everyone to play a board game

A game with far too many instructions 

And ends with Sanji and Zoro bickering, forehead to forehead

While she takes the winning move

She’ll nurse a glass of champagne for most of the night

Give you a sweet kiss at midnight

And hold you tight and close as you watch the fireworks go off

She’ll thank you for staying by her side

And for always believing and loving her

And you’ll have to give litter small kisses over her hands and wrists just to remind her all over again of how much you love her

Franky:

He’s drinking and eating

Sing and dancing

Shouting so loud it leaves your ears ringing

He’ll grab you and have you sit on his shoulders while he does it

He’ll make something big and sparkly to add to the festivities

He’ll also make a platform for Brook to stand on for his small concert

At midnight he’s kissing with a smacking smooch 

And shouting SUPER

For all the world to hear

Brook:

He’s singing all night

He’ll stop for a quick drink and a laugh with you

But then he’s back up on stage singing for you all

At midnight he’ll pull you on stage, give you a small forehead kiss 

Before he starts singing Auld Lang Syne for everyone as the clock chimes

Afterwards, he’ll be by your side for the rest of the night, singing and laughing and enjoying your company

[edgeray]

Part 2: Sweeter Than Wine(Nico Robin x Fem! Reader)

Part I

A/N: A friend said I couldn't write fluff. I wrote this as a 'fuck you' to her. Never fucking doubt me again. Anyways, enjoy this 2.6k sequel.

Warnings: Reader uses female pronouns, Robin may be OOC, heavily implied sexual content (not actually there and not described detailedly, but still there), pet names, if there is more that needs to be added to this please feel free to tell me

Your body violently convulsed with a final guttural scream expelling from your lips and your arched back fell onto the soiled covers beneath you. An indecent, moist squelch followed shortly after, a hollowness now felt in your lower body, making you sigh disappointedly. The aftereffects of your indulgent activity had yet to pass: your limbs twitched at random intervals, an impossibly scorching heat coiled around your entire form, and your breathing matched your racing heartbeat. Your mind swam in an abyss of haziness, briefly toeing the boundaries between consciousness and subconsciousness. Time became an irrelevant concept as you floated in a sea of white. Gradually, reality returned to you, piecing back together both your memory and vision. 

There was a dip in the mattress beside you and, with a lazy turn of your head, your drooping eyes traversed over the form of another person lying adjacent to you. Your lips turned to a soft smile at the recognition of the other woman who was sitting up on the mattress and she gifted back a sweet half-smirk on her temping lips as she viewed your exhausted and heaving figure. An extended hand reached down towards you, overshadowing your vision for a moment. Slender fingers entangled themselves in the nest of your locks, an instant wave of appreciated comfort washing over you from the ginger threading. You nudged your head against her palm, a wordless request for further engagement. 

Your body ached for more of her contact, wishing to experience the naturalness of your bodies sliding against one another like you had minutes prior. Perhaps you were insatiable, or perhaps that was just how alluring the woman was. In any case, you were just content that she didn't leave your presence after she guided you through the gates of heaven, then to the depths of hell, then back, like the angelic devil she was. She tired your muscles and nerves to the point of ache, bruised and branded your skin with impurities and blessings, and ripped parts of your soul away with masterful hands–all while making you want more. As expected, of course, from the vice-president of the all-powerful Baroque Works. 

“Thank you,” you found yourself whispering, more to yourself than her. For the unforgettable and inexplicable night she created, for an unmatched intimacy and pleasure that you’ve yet experienced until tonight, for gracing you with her presence and more than you had originally imagined. You didn’t say your inner monologue out loud, though it wasn’t necessary. It was apparent your gratitude reached her ears as she caressed your flushed cheeks with her knuckles in response and a sultry chuckle came from her. 

“There’s no need to thank me,” Miss All Sunday answered alongside a slight shake of her head. “You were just as exquisite,” her fingers cascaded down to the side of your neck, its sensitivity compelling you to shiver from a faint brush, “as I’d hoped for.”   

If your cheeks could redden more than they already were, you were sure you would resemble a tomato. Ignoring the inflammatory heat on your face, you etched her words on your mind before another greedy desire came to you. Your lips parted, a request on the tip of your tongue, but you quickly clamped down before any rash utterance came out of you. Now that she had already withdrawn from you, you two were no longer cosplaying as lovers. 

When your lips first met with hers hours ago in the dainty little bar, the margin between boss and employee was quickly swept away just like your breath; forgotten just like the garments thrown carelessly across the inn room in each other’s haste to explore the other. When she had led you by hand, you followed compliantly with not even more than one step behind her. When she had pinned you against the wall the moment you two were behind locked doors, you welcomed every touch and sensation that came your way. When her hands slinked underneath your layers of fabric, yours roamed around the fringes of her skirt and the strings of her corset. When she peeled away layer by layer of fabric from your form, your fingers scrambled to unbutton and loosen every obstacle in her way. And when she coaxed you over the edge again and again, she had not done it as Miss All Sunday, and when you had surrounded your restraint to her, you had not done it as a Million. But now that both of your desires were sated, was there any need to practice this informality between you two for any longer? 

Her keen gaze didn’t miss your hesitance, however. Curious sapphire gems locked with your eyes. “What is it?” 

You wanted to feel more of her, but not in the fervent, animalistic manner the two of you had just participated in minutes ago. Somewhere amid the entanglement of limbs, the ardent exchange of kisses, and the wild passion that brimmed the room spawned more than just a sensual yearning for the woman beside you. You wanted her in the way you wanted to stay in her embrace for one second longer because her warmth melted away the cold reality of the world. In the way you wanted her to kiss you, leaving you senseless and gasping by the end of it and intoxicated off of her sweet wine-tasting lips. In the way you wanted to surrender your entire soul, body, and mind to her so long as she kept you close. But such desires were unobtainable and ridiculous, and so the most you coveted at the moment was to feel her arms around you again.

Your attention wandered over her form. She lounged adjacent to you, her plush thighs just a few inches away from brushing against your shoulders and her lanky legs crossed over one another. Even after the shared intimacy, her form always succeeded in wringing out the oxygen from your lungs. She looked so ethereal, then, and even more so now. This time, you weren’t observing her prior flawless skin. Instead, like yours, hers was littered with marks across her body; a bit of giddiness swelled inside you with the knowledge that those prints were your doing. Impulsively, your arm outstretched towards her, and your fingertips landed on one of the bite marks on her outer thigh, trailing over the shallow dents formed by teeth. However, the taller woman jerked from the contact and you swiftly retracted your finger.

“I'm sorry,” you apologized quickly in panic. “I shouldn't have-” 

The vice president interrupted you with a shake of your head, and the continuous playful weaving of your hair dispelled your anxiety. 

“You wanted to say something, am I correct?” While she still wore her attractive smile, her eyes darkened with just a bit of edge to them, reminding you of the power she possessed in her palm, a power that is mountainous compared to your meager status as a Million.

You averted your eyes from her glower and you chose your next words carefully. “I... I’m afraid I’ll offend you.” 

“Speak.” 

Her demand is met with hesitant silence. When it was clear you would not oblige, the hand in your hair trailed down your face and grasped your chin, forcing you to gaze up into her expression, which was hardened like stone and lacked its prior softness. That in itself made you shrink into yourself, a spasmodic ball of anxiety forming in the pit of your stomach. In the few hours you’ve familiarized yourself with the woman, you have never met with those turbulent, roaring ocean eyes until now. 

“Darling,” she called out and the lack of adoration that usually accompanied your nickname made you succumb. 

“I... I want to feel your embrace again,” you admitted feebly. A silence fell between you two again, and you wondered if you had just uttered your last words until a breathy laughter came from the other woman. The grip on your chin dissipated and her fingertips traced down your jaw before wandering up to stroking your cheeks. Your facial tissue laxed spontaneously and the warmth from her touch contaminated your cheeks.  

“Good girl,” she praised you for obeying, and the nickname made you feel like putty in her hands again.

“You really are such a sweet little thing,” the woman purred archly. She shifted herself forward and then laid on the covers adjacent to you. A lanky arm curved around each side of your form, your hips cupped by both her hands, and sweltering heat pressed against your front as you were pulled into her body. The bare contact of her chest against yours made you gasp out loud, a bolt of ecstasy shooting through your body. Her chin tucked your head into her neck and an enticing floral scent wafted through your nostrils while you nuzzled into her skin. From the proximity of her chest to yours, through her skin you felt the faint thumping of her heart–and it was racing. You had that effect on her, her heart was racing just like yours for you. Your being was kindled ablaze with exhilaration, an untreatable fever befalling you as you ravenously absorbed her warmth like a sponge. Your palms linked behind her lower back, ensuring your bodies had as little distance between one another as possible. 

“Was this what you wanted?” You felt her teasing words vibrate through her throat and you meekly nodded. One of the Miss’s hands left your hip to caress your nape, making you shudder from the sensitivity. The two of you laid comfortably in each other’s company, soaking in one another’s presence before you broke the silence.

“I wish that we didn’t have these codenames,” you thoughtlessly rambled, which piqued her attention. “I’d love to call you by your real name, Miss All Sunday.” 

When Miss All Sunday didn’t reply, your shoulders deflated, but you weren’t yet discouraged. “I know it’s forbidden and that you won’t tell me. I won’t ask. But I think you’d have the prettiest name.” 

It took several seconds for her to respond. “And how’d you come to that conclusion?” 

One of your hands found themselves in Devil Fruit user’s silky black hair and you carded your fingers through her locks. A quick peck was placed on the taller woman's throat. “Just a feeling,” you sighed.

“R.”

“Hm?” 

“That’s my first initial.” 

You smiled into her skin, nuzzling your face further into the snug of her neck. “R..." you repeated her words with a whisper akin to a sacred prayer. 

Maybe that was what Miss All Sunday was to you: a superior, a divine being, a deity–your goddess. Technically speaking, you answered to her and you did her bidding because she was your superior, a higher official in the criminal organization you found yourself a part of. Yet, you also worshipped her body, chanted and praised her name, sang melodic hymns for her satisfaction, and devoted yourself to her tonight. Wouldn’t that make you her devotee? You’d inscribe her touch and voice into your cerebrum, etching down every utterance articulated from her lips like a passage in your religious scripture, ensuring that you were faithful to her and her alone. And the first thing engraved in your newly converted religion’s scripture? A dedication to the letter ‘R’ on the opening page. 

That thought would have amused her, you humored yourself. 

You wanted to ask more about her. You wanted to ask about what amused her the most so that on the off chance of you two meeting again, you could drink in the dulcet chords of her laughter. You wanted to ask her what flower was the scent of her perfume so that you could indulge in the scent to remember her. You wanted to ask what made her eyes shine so brightly like the star you’ve found yourself orbiting. You wanted to ask her exactly why she chose you of all people, and why she decided to show you a compassion and vulnerability you doubted she shared with many people. 

But you didn’t part your lips to utter any of those wonderings in fear that it would dismantle the pleasant atmosphere shared between the two of you. Miss All Sunday was a woman shrouded in mystery and secrecy; that much was obvious when you didn’t recognize her even as the vice president of Baroque Works. Any further prodding would do you no good. 

Instead, you unburied your face from her neck and gazed up into her. You were met with warm azure pits and the smallest of smiles. 

“Can I kiss you?” came your abrupt request. 

Wordlessly, she obliged to your request without any stalling, leaning forward to press her pillowy lips against yours and you swore you were sampling heaven itself. Each kiss is just as succulent as the last, no matter the dozen times you’ve already indulged yourself in her, but this one distinguished itself from the rest: it was by far the most tender. Miss All Sunday relished you with a certain precision, you’d think she was framing the structure of your mouth with precise measurements. Her tongue caressed the plumpness of your lips with a matching meticulousness, a slowness to it that only signified her sincerity. 

A muffled whimper left your throat as you were melting from the sensation of her. You closed your eyes to revel in Miss All Sunday unreservedly, accepting every movement of her mouth by replicating it back. Your body felt like liquid magma was poured all over it and every nerve of yours was ignited. Your heart was singing again, pitter-pattering joyously, and threatened to leap out of your throat. You grasped one of the other woman’s cheeks gently with your hands, intimately kneading the facial tissue like she had done for you. A small force was applied to the back of your head as Miss All Sunday made a futile attempt to push you impossibly nearer than you two already were. 

Unfortunately, due to the necessity of oxygen, the two of you pulled away, and it was only then when you opened your eyes you realized the difficulty in that. A briefly forgotten fatigue made itself prominent by weighing down your bones and a stretched yawn was involuntarily extracted from you.

“You should rest, darling.” 

Her suggestion was attractive–falling asleep in her embrace–but a fear crossed your thoughts before you allowed yourself to succumb. “Will you be there when I wake up?”

Her pursed lips already answered your question before she spoke. “I have something I need to do.” 

A childish pout made its way onto your face, but it didn’t prevent the second yawn coming from you. Sleepiness overtook your form, coercing you to shut your eyes and yield to the comfort of Miss All Sunday’s hold. 

“Go to sleep, my sweet thing. For me, if you will.” 

The hold around you tightened and that brought you enough comfort to drift away. 

“Sweet dreams, my dear.” 

When you woke up, nude and alone on the bed, you should have felt a deep disappointment in your chest. Instead, excitement wormed its way into your heart and you grinned stupidly. When you woke up, you were met with blackness; something that was weighing over your face was blocking out the light from a nearby burning candle. Pulling it off revealed to you that it was a purple felt hat, and in an instant, you recognized it as Miss All Sunday’s. 

In the hat was a note, reading: 

‘Be a good girl for me, won’t you? Keep this until I find you again. Wait for me, my dear.

-Your 'R'’

---

Can you tell I'm in love? I love her.

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my may fanart for fanfic is from

morning dew by zhelaniye

i loved the writing style from the very first paragraph, and the balance of hope and melancholy that they give law is perfect to me!! plus its cute to see the crew watch law fall hard

[dirt-and-scrivles]

Zosan fics be like

letting my friends join the Aggie

[bumbleboa]

Fanart of @cal-writes 's fanfic Dig Site as a very belated birthday present!

This fic is such a lovely character study for Robin, set in an AU in which Zoro joined Baroque Works at an early age, please go check it out!

[inseobts]

Truth or Dare Chaos

one piece surprise character x fem!reader

everyone decide to play a truth or dare game to end the celebration in a good mood, but if someone uses the chance to actually confess to you?

words count: 2.2k

tags: post-wano celebration, humor, fluff, unexpected confession

masterlist || ko-fi

The Wano celebration is in full swing, a festival of victory and relief. Lanterns glow in the night sky, laughter echoes through the streets, and sake flows like a river. After years of struggle, the alliance between the Straw Hats, Heart Pirates, Kid Pirates, and even the samurai, finally freed them.

But while the streets are alive with music and dancing, a much rowdier event unfolds inside one of the large banquet halls.

“Truth or dare!” Luffy declares, slamming a cup onto the floor with a grin.

You blink “Seriously?”

“Seriously!” Usopp chimes in, waving his hands “Come on, y/n, we just saved the world! Time for some real challenges!”

Zoro scoffs from his seat, already drinking “This is dumb.”

“Oh?” Nami smirks “Too scared, swordsman?”

Zoro’s eye twitches “Tch. Fine, whatever.”

Kid folds his arms, eyeing the growing group with suspicion “This is a waste of time”

“Sounds like someone’s scared” Law mutters, sipping his drink.

Kid glares “Shut the hell up, Trafalgar!”

Soon, the game is in full swing, pirates of all kinds gathered in a messy circle, some sitting on the floor, others lounging on cushions. The sake-fueled dares begin lightheartedly—Franky dances in his underwear, Usopp has to mimic Kaido’s laugh (horribly), and Robin sweetly forces Brook to write a love poem about his own skull.

Then, the dares escalate.

“Zoro, I dare you to wear lipstick” Nami announces with a wicked grin.

Everyone turns to the swordsman. His scowl deepens “No.”

“You have to” Luffy says through a mouthful of meat.

“Like hell I do—”

Before Zoro can react, Sanji appears at his side, a bright red lipstick in hand “Hold still, Marimo~”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!”

The room bursts into chaos as Zoro dodges, but in the end, Nami’s iron grip on his wallet forces him to comply. The result? A grumpy, lipstick-wearing swordsman with crossed arms and a murderous aura.

“Beautiful” you tease, and he glares daggers at you.

More dares roll in—Kid has to admit that Luffy is stronger than him (his soul nearly leaves his body), Law has to wear one of Chopper’s hats, and Yamato is dared to chug a whole bottle of sake.

Then it’s your turn.

“Alright, y/n,” Usopp announces dramatically “Truth or dare?”

You glance around. Everyone is waiting “…Dare.”

A slow, mischievous grin spreads on Nami’s face “I dare you to let someone kiss you. On the lips.”

The room erupts.

“Oi, Nami, that’s dirty!” Sanji wails, clutching his chest.

“Ahhh, spicy!” Brook cackles “Can I volunteer? Oh wait, I have no lips—”

“Wait, wait, wait” you laugh from embarassment, waving your hands. “From anyone?”

“Yep,” Nami smirks “Whoever volunteers first.”

For a second, there’s silence. A thick tension. You glance around, half-expecting Sanji to throw himself at you dramatically, but surprisingly… he doesn’t.

Then—

“I’ll do it.”

Your breath catches.

All eyes turn to the source.

It’s Law.

The normally composed, ever-serious Heart Pirates captain sits with one arm resting lazily on his knee, eyes locked on yours. There’s no joke in his voice, no teasing smirk. Just a steady, unreadable expression.

The room collectively loses its mind.

“WHAT?!”

“L-LAW?!?”

“HOLY SHIT—”

Even Kid nearly chokes on his drink.

Law, unfazed by the chaos, only tilts his head “Well?”

Your heart hammers. Of all people, you hadn’t expected him to step forward.

You swallow “You’re serious?”

He shrugs “A dare’s a dare.”

The whole room leans in. You feel heat rising to your face, but hell, backing down now would be worse. You steel yourself and lean in.

The second your lips touch, the room explodes.

Cheers, screams, laughter—someone (probably Luffy) howls like a wolf. The kiss itself is brief, but the warmth lingers as you pull away, your heart pounding.

You look at Law. He smirks ever so slightly.

“Not bad” he murmurs.

“Shut up” you mutter, flustered.

“You bastard” Kid mutters, shoving Law’s shoulder with enough force to make a lesser man topple “That was bold.”

Law just smirks, sipping his sake like he didn’t just send your heart into orbit “It was a dare.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure it was” Usopp snickers, elbowing you “But damn, y/n, you look like you’re about to explode.”

You are. Heat still lingers on your lips, and your brain refuses to function properly. You risk a glance at Law—he’s still sitting so casually, but there’s something in his eyes, something smug.

This bastard knew what he was doing.

Before you can retaliate, Luffy claps his hands “Next turn!”

The game resumes, but the energy is wild. Everyone is still high off the chaos.

“Sanji!” Luffy grins “Truth or dare?”

Sanji takes a deep breath, regaining some composure after witnessing you get kissed by Law of all people “Truth.”

Nami smirks “Have you ever had a REAL crush on anyone in this room?”

Sanji sputters “T-THAT’S NOT FAIR!”

“It absolutely is” Zoro snickers.

The cook dramatically throws himself back “Of course, my heart belongs to all the ladies in this room! But if you must know—” His gaze flickers to you for a split second before he recovers “I will take my secret to the grave!”

“BOOO!” Chopper shouts.

Brook chuckles “Very suspicious, Sanji.”

“Shut up” he grumbles, lighting a cigarette.

More rounds go by. Kid is dared to eat something spicy as hell (he nearly breathes fire), Yamato has to arm wrestle Franky (Yamato wins), and Luffy is dared to wear one of Zoro’s haramaki belts as a headband.

Then, the dares start getting worse.

“Zoro” Usopp grins evilly “I dare you to sit in Sanji’s lap for the next three turns.”

Silence.

Zoro’s face darkens instantly “I’d rather die.”

Sanji, on the other hand, shrieks “YOU THINK I WANT THAT MARIMO’S HEAVY ASS ON ME?!”

Luffy laughs so hard he falls backward “It’s a dare, Zoro! No backing out!”

Zoro glares at Usopp like he’s contemplating murder, but the sniper just grins “C’mon, ‘King of Hell,’ prove you’re not a coward.”

“Tch” Zoro grits his teeth and stomps over to Sanji, who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else.

“Don’t you dare enjoy this” Zoro mutters before dropping into Sanji’s lap with a thud.

“GAH!” Sanji nearly topples backward “I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU BREAK MY LEGS—”

The whole room is screaming with laughter.

Even Law, usually so composed, hides a smirk behind his sake cup.

The game spirals further into madness. Luffy is dared to drink an entire bottle of sake in one go (bad idea), Bepo has to carry Kid bridal-style for a full minute (worse idea), and someone forces Jinbei to do an impression of Buggy the Clown (best idea).

Then—

“Alright, y/n” Nami turns to you again, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Truth or dare?”

You exhale. After what happened last time, you should pick truth. But your pride won’t let you.

“Dare” you say.

Nami grins “I dare you to sit in Law’s lap for the next three turns.”

The entire room erupts again.

You choke “WHAT?!”

Law raises an eyebrow, but there’s something dangerous in his smirk. “That’s fair” he says simply.

Fair, my ass.

“You could refuse, y/n” Robin offers sweetly “but then you’d have to do a punishment dare instead.”

You gulp. You’ve seen the punishment dares tonight. (Brook had to strip. You are NOT about to risk that.)

With a deep breath, you shuffle toward Law “I hate this game” you mutter.

Law leans back, waiting. The absolute smugness on his face makes you want to throw him out the window.

Cursing every deity, you sit on his lap.

Law’s arms rest casually around your waist, like it’s nothing. “Comfortable?” he murmurs, just for you to hear.

You refuse to give him a reaction “Shut up.”

The game barely continues because everyone is losing their damn minds over this. Sanji looks like he’s about to burst into flames, Usopp keeps making dramatic gagging noises, and Kid just straight-up leaves the room.

“I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”

But Law? Law is unfazed. In fact, he seems to be enjoying your suffering.

You sit there, face burning, waiting for the turns to pass.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Alright, I’M DONE!” You jump up, escaping Law’s grasp. He chuckles, stretching like he hadn’t just driven you insane for the last few minutes.

You glare at Nami “You’re evil...”

“I know” She winks.

The game finally begins to wind down as people start passing out from too much sake. Luffy snores on the floor, Zoro is sprawled in a corner (still wearing lipstick), and Usopp keeps muttering, “Too much romance… my heart can’t take it…”

You sigh in exhaustion “Finally.”

Then—

“y/n”

Your breath stills.

You turn. Law stands there, hands in his pockets, golden eyes locked on you. The teasing smirk from before is gone.

He takes a step closer “Can we talk?”

Your stomach flips “…About what?”

Law tilts his head slightly, eyes scanning your face “You know what.”

Oh...

Oh!

Your heartbeat quickens. The room suddenly feels too small.

The game is over, but something else is about to begin.

Your heart pounds as you swallow “Uh… sure.”

Law doesn’t hesitate, he jerks his head toward the door, and you follow him out into the cool Wano night. The festival outside is still alive, but compared to the madness inside, the quiet hum of distant music feels strangely… intimate.

You cross your arms, trying to act casual “So… what did you wanna talk about?”

Law stops near a wooden railing, leaning against it with his arms crossed. He watches you for a moment, his eyes flickering in the lantern light. Then, he sighs.

“You don’t get it, do you?”

Your brow furrows “Get what?”

Another pause. Then—

“That kiss wasn’t just a dare... to me.”

Your breath catches.

You blink, your brain scrambling “Wait… what?”

Law exhales through his nose, looking almost annoyed. Like he can’t believe he has to spell it out “Seriously?” He gives you a pointed look “You really think I’d kiss you just for fun?”

You’re stunned into silence.

Because yes, that’s exactly what you’d thought. Law was always the logical one, the one who didn’t waste time on nonsense. You’d assumed he did it just to shut everyone up.

But now, as he stares at you with that unreadable expression, your mind rewinds—

The way he volunteered so quickly. The way his smirk was so sure. The way he didn’t flinch when you sat in his lap, like it was something he’d already imagined.

“…Oh.”

Law scoffs “Oh.” He shakes his head “Unbelievable.”

You open your mouth, then close it. What do you say to that? Your heart is racing, your stomach flipping, and now the man you just kissed is standing here, practically admitting—

“You’re really bad at picking up signals” Law mutters, rubbing his temple.

You gape at him “Well, sorry for not assuming one of the most wanted men in the world has a thing for me!”

Law chuckles, low and amused “You think I care about that?”

You stare at him “…Do you?”

His expression softens, just slightly “Not when it comes to you.”

Oh... Oh!

Your heart does a whole circus act. You suddenly feel too warm, despite the night air.

“You…” You take a breath “So you—”

“I like you, y/n.”

Your world tilts.

The words are so direct, so Law, that you can’t even doubt them. He’s looking at you with that sharp, unwavering gaze, like he’s already dissected every possible outcome and decided this is the one that matters.

You can’t breathe.

“…Since when?” you whisper.

Law shrugs, looking away for the first time “A while” then, quieter, “Long enough.”

You swear your heart might explode.

A gust of wind brushes past, rustling your hair. You barely register it. Because Law just confessed to you, and you’re standing here like an idiot, trying to reboot your entire existence.

But then, slowly (so slowly) a smile creeps onto your face.

“Guess I’m the idiot, huh?”

Law huffs a quiet laugh “You said it, not me.”

You roll your eyes, stepping closer “You could’ve just told me, you know.”

His lips twitch “Where’s the fun in that?”

You shake your head, unable to stop smiling. This stupid, stubborn, brilliant man.

Without thinking too much, you reach out and grab the front of his coat, tugging him down slightly. His eyes widen, just for a second, before you lean up and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Law goes completely still.

When you pull back, you raise an eyebrow “That one wasn’t a dare.”

Something in Law’s gaze flickers. Then, very quietly—

“Good.”

And before you can react, he tilts your chin up and kisses you for real.

It’s not like the kiss from before. That one was brief teasing, this one is deliberate. It’s firm and slow, like he’s making up for every second he’s held back. His hand settles on your waist, pulling you closer, and you can feel the heat radiating off him.

You barely have time to process anything before he pulls away, lips just barely brushing yours as he murmurs...

“That one wasn’t a dare either.”

You laugh breathlessly “No kidding.”

Law smirks “Took you long enough.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t stop smiling “Shut up.”

And maybe, just maybe, this victory celebration turned out way better than you expected.

[wigglesdtuff]

I miss Olive

(read the fic here and talk to me about it please please please please)

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. When You Wear Their Clothes

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๋ ࣭ ⭑ Tags: Romance, Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, & One Piece

๋ ࣭ ⭑ Characters: Mihawk, Crocodile, Shanks, Smoker, Buggy, & Robin

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⤷ Dracule Mihawk

He thinks that you look adorable in his hat and coat, especially when the coat is open and you aren't wearing anything underneath. He chuckled upon finding you in his coat and hat. " What are you doing my dear? " He asked while leaning against the doorway. " I'm trying to be the greatest swordsman. How do you fight in this coat? It's heavy. " You said while turning around in it. Mihawk chuckled pushing off the doorway and stalked towards you. He used one hand to cup your face and made you look at him, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your cheek. " It's quite easy, especially since the coat isn't heavy to me. " Mihawk said, leaning down as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. " At least it's not as bad as Sir Crocodile's coat, right my love? " His amber eyes pour into your (e/c) as you chuckled softly, nodding your head and agreeing with him that Crocodile's coat seems a lot worse than Mihawk's coat. But the two of you would never say to his face since you two didn't want Crocodile berating you both for his fashion choice.

⤷ Sir Crocodile

He couldn't blame you for wearing his coat, you weren't used to cold places. But with Crocodile having to relocate, he has to give you his coat once in a while. He won't admit it, but he likes how you wear his coat. " Tch, you look like a fur ball... " He told you while he smoked his cigar and had his coffee. You were curled up on the couch balled up a bit in his coat while reading. " Would you still love me if I was a fur ball? " You asked him without looking up from your book. Crocodile rolled his eyes at your idiotic silly question, but he was used to it. " I would, but I prefer you not to be a fur ball. " He rolled his eyes and took a couple of sips of his coffee. Crocodile would rather see you warm than a cold, shivering mess; he was actually glad that you asked for his coat. You could always reach for a blanket or grab your own coat or a sweatshirt, but no, you would always come to him, and secretly, that made him smile whenever you bounced away with his coat, and whenever he got it back, it smelled like you so bouns.

⤷ Shanks

This man goes wild seeing you in his shirt whenever you walk around your guy's shared cabin. He sits there with a goofy grin plastered on his face. " What? " You looked at him as you were trying to crochet another blanket for you and Shanks's bed. " What? Can't I admire my beautiful partner? Even when they look quite sexy in my shirt. " Shanks leaned up, kissing your neck, which sent a shiver down your spine. " Shanks, I'm trying to crochet here. " You told him. Your cheeks were warm as you tried not to giggle and give into the sexual tension that Shanks was trying to build up. He loved how his shirt made you look fetching and that it was his own personal bedroom attire on you. Forgot lingerie, if you wore one of his shirts in the bedroom, he would whistle and ravish you. Shanks continued to kiss your neck and shoulder while caressing your inner thighs; you couldn't ignore it, especially since you wanted him to kiss other places. " Alright, ravish me, redhead. " You looked at him and smirked.

⤷ Smoker

He saw you wearing his coat when he came home, he stepped into the kitchen as you were cooking dinner. " Why are you wearing my coat (y/n)? " He asked while opening the fridge to grab him something to eat. " I missed you and wanted a hug, but you weren't here so this was the next best option. " You replied while frying the meat in the pan. This response made Smoker's face heat up as he sipped on his drink. " Go wash up for dinner, I'm making chicken katsu and rice balls with cabbage. " You turned around and smiled at him. That damn smile always melted his heart; it's the reason whenever he was faced with a battle he would try his hardest to beat his opponent so that he could come home to you. " And dessert? " He asked; he wanted to stay in the kitchen a bit longer watching you cook and wear his coat. " Blueberry pie. " You told. Smoker noticed the coat was buttoned all the way up. " (Y/N) You got clothes underneath my uh coat,, right? " He asked. You turned around and smirked. " Go wash up, and after dinner, I'll give you a welcome home gift. " You chuckled, hearing Smoker leave the kitchen quickly.

⤷ Buggy

“ I'm sorry (Y/N)! " Buggy apologized over and over again while you were in the bathroom. Buggy planned on throwing cream pies at Mihawk and Crocodile to teach them a lesson for beating on him. But you were accidentally nailed in the face and chest with the cream pies when bringing your bombastic boyfriend lunch. " It's okay Buggy. " You said stepping out of the bathroom as you were drying your face. Buggy's jaw hung down as he saw you in his shirt. " Wow, I should throw cream pies at you more often to get you in my clothes. You look like an absolute super model! " Buggy giggled with delight as he hugged you. " And you used my blue cotton candy body wash. " Buggy said, burying his face into the crook of your neck. " I did it smells nice. " You ran your fingers through Buggy's hair. " And my shirt looks better on you then me. " Buggy said, bold of him to say since Buggy believed he always looked better than anyone else. " Thank you Buggy. " You kissed him on the nose, as Buggy was giddy with joy.

⤷ Robin

You told your girlfriend Robin that you wanted to look cool today, a total badass since you two would be going into town to do some shopping with Sanji and Chopper. She chuckled softly and let you wear her black leather jacket, which was amazing since it would match the black leather pants you bought last week; Robin held your hands when you two walked through the town. She thought you looked adorable in her jacket. " My my (Y/N), don't you look adorable in my jacket? " She chuckled softly and kissed your hand. You pouted and blushed. " No, I'm supposed to look badass. I should probably get some sunglasses like black shades. " You sighed. " You can still be adorable and look badass. " Robin chuckled as she walked with you. You smiled because she was right, I mean Chopper was adorable but also a badass whenever he was angry or in battle. " You are right Robin. " You kissed her hand and continued to walk as Robin smiled.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. One Piece Taglist: [Comment To Be Added]

[chrispypapas]

im having car trouble so. mechanic au.

[princeoftheeternalbog]

OP characters reacting to you kissing them and running away (here's part 2) established relationship ish. Feel free to ask for other characters.

ALSO I've definitely seen another creator who did this idea with op characters but I can't remember who so if someone could tell me I would really love to credit them :(. I tried to make mine different but still it's the principal of it.

Slightly suggestive in some parts so mdni.

Luffy

Thinks its a new game like tag but with kisses and it ends up actually becoming one. You'll both wait for the other to become distracted and then you'll strike, planting a kiss and sprinting off around the ship or the island you're docked at. It's not hard to chase after each other because the trails of laughter are so easy to follow and it always ends up with one of you on the floor from a tackle or something similar.

Zoro

Gobsmacked. Genuinely his jaw drops especially if there's other people there and you get away so easily only because of how long it takes his brain to boot back online. Oh but he doesn't let it go. He waits until you're in a similar situation, either talking to someone or doing work and he sneaks up to pull you into a deep, intense kiss that leaves your knees weak. Like he fully puts the moves on you, hand on your lower back, other hand cradling your jaw, hes literally licking into your mouth and then he just disappears for the rest of the day. Asshole.

Sanji

You are not running away from this man. Not in a scary way but he can't do just one short kiss, as soon as you're leaning in his hands settle firm on your hips and that grip is not something you can wiggle out of. You can try to run away but he just laughs at you and pulls you closer to him, ofc he would let go if you actually wanted him to but he knows what you're trying to pull. Says something like "Oh? Trying to run darlin? How sweet." swoon- Just don't even bother, he will always try to win if your affection is involved.

Nami

Honestly thinks nothing of it. A lot of your affection is sweet but quick because yk pirate life. But if you look disappointed from her lack of reaction then she catches on quickly and starts playing along. So sweet even though she can be scary. Oh but don't try to run if she's initiating, like Sanji you aren't going to get out of her grip. If she wants to shower you with affection, she is going to thank you very much. If you do manage to slip away she's surprisingly quick and surprisingly stealthy. Like you'll think you got away and you walk into a room and she drops down from the ceiling like fucking batman.

(maybe not that dramatic but shes good)

Robin

She lets you run away but only because she knows she could summon a mouth to kiss you at any time and in any place so she's content knowing she always wins. Also thinks it's really cute when you try to rile her up like this, she just finds it so endearing and usually ends up playing into it anyways- "My, my, aren't you getting so bold my love". Sometimes will purposefully trip you up while you're doing these antics so you can't get away or so your plan is ruined, absolutely pretends she has no idea what you're talking about.

Usopp

Highly likely he was doing something when it happened. Highly likely he dropped something onto his foot as a result. Yowls like an injured cat and then when his brain catches up it's like steam comes out of his ears. Stands there with his mouth open and pointing at you like you betrayed his entire family. Very funny and very cute. Also a possibility of him smacking you out of fearful instinct in which case he'd probably cry his eyes out and beg for forgiveness. Nami makes it worse by punching him in the face for hitting you. A mess all around if you get him at the wrong time so just be careful.

Ace

Immediately sprinting after you, it's actually a bit scary. But like hey he's not letting you get away with just one measly little peck on the cheek. Absolutely nobody on the crew helps you unless it would be funny, i.e. someone tripping Ace up so he faceplants. If it's near the beginning of your relationship then you likely go back out of concern which he takes as a chance to catch you, but if it's later then you already know this man's antics and you know he wouldn't be injured just from tripping so you use it as an opportunity to get away💪. You still have to kiss it better later though when hes whining to you about how cruel you are for leaving him in the dust(he would do the same).

Izou

Don't bother. As soon as you turn he snatches you by the back of your collar and pulls you onto his lap, proceeds to resume his conversation like nothing is wrong but his arms are firm around your waist and his cheeks and ears are a particularly pretty shade of red. Once his conversation is over and the other person has left, he turns his attention to you with a very pointed look. He's not actually irritated but if he enjoys watching you squirm that's his business. "If you wanted a kiss you should've just asked my love" and then he's practically devouring your mouth. Doesn't care about the other people in the vicinity. Doesn't care that he's smudging his lipstick. Just wants to fluster you more than you flustered him.

Marco

Do you even want to run away from this man lets be real- anyways.

If he's doing work then he just laughs and lets you get away with it, tallys it in his head for later, but if he's free and hes in a good mood then he absolutely plays into it. Will chase after you. Will cheat by using his powers. Its a bit scary but also very attractive, somehow ends with him pinning you in some way (☺️), looks very smug when he wins. Like you'll end up flat on your back, legs trapped under his and his hands restraining yours and he's just grinning- "Oh what a surprise. You were so easy to catch-yoi" Yeah yeah shut up. Absolutely asks what his reward is just to see your shocked face (absolutely asks again later when you two are alone).

Sabo

VILLAIN!!!!!! Sorry only way i can describe how devious and obsessed this man would be. Like Izou he tries to snatch you immediately but you planned for this so you manage to spring out of his grip in time. You falter a bit at his reaction then because he just blinks at you for a while. You start to feel a bit nervous and when he finally grins at you, you definitely feel nervous. "Playing like that are we honey? How about I give you a headstart then?" Evil. You know he's going to catch you. He knows he's going to catch you. He's just giving you false hope but yk hope is hope so you take the chance.

You don't get far. It's not even fair how quickly he catches up to you and gets you underneath him, it takes him barely any effort, not even a strand of hair is out of place. Spends the next 10 minutes kissing you on the floor of the hallway until Koala comes back and promptly drags him back into his office.

[cupidologys]

──── the prince(ss) & the protector [pt. 3]

pairing: zoro x reader

wc: 3.4k

author's note: so i said i wouldn't write another part... but i lied. yearning, pathetic zoro is simply too fun to write heheheeheh

as always, this is unedited so we r just going to pretend any mistakes are not there okay thank you (also did have to use fem pronouns in this chapter; sorry!)

please read the first AND second parts first before this one or you will be very lost! you can find chapter one: HERE

“We can’t just kidnap a person.”

“Why not?” Luffy huffs. 

Usopp tilts his head in consideration. 

“Because it’s… kidnapping?”

“But what other choice do we have? [Y/N] doesn’t remember us. Any of us.” He whispers the last part, pointedly directing the statement at Zoro who sits a few meters away in the corner of the map room. The swordsman faces away from the rest of the crew as they discuss their next course of action regarding their newest discovery: you.

“…I can hear you.”

“At least he’s talking again.”

“Luffy!” Nami hushes. She tries to scold him for his unfortunate behaviour—to absolutely no avail. He just turns his head and ignores her completely. 

“I’m just saying—if there’s a will there’s a way.”

Nami groans in frustration. “That does not apply to kidnapping. Especially not when it’s one of our own.”

“Again, what choice do we have?” 

“It pains me to say, but he does have a point,” Sanji pauses. “...As disturbing as it is. The point is, we can't just leave [Y/N] there.”

There’s a small stretch of silence as the crew ponders over the situation. Surprisingly, Zoro’s the one who breaks it. 

“Why not?” He asks. His voice is barely above a whisper. 

Every member of the crew stares dumbfoundedly at him. Were they hearing him right?

Zoro continues. “Even if her memories come back… what’s to say [Y/N] won’t want to stay anyway? She’s happy. Maybe happier than she was with us. I can’t take that from her again.”

“Stop it. You did not take away her happiness. Don’t be ridiculous.” Nami says firmly. The rest of the crew exchange uneasy looks. 

“The last time I saw her—I called her a coward. We fought. She left. She never looked back. I can’t go through that again. I won’t.” Zoro’s voice wavers on the last word as the memories flood his mind and drown out other sensations.

“Zoro-” Nami begins. 

“It’s fine. I mourned her once. What’s one more time?” He chuckles bitterly. 

“We all miss her, Zoro. You’re not the only one mourning.”

“Sanji, don’t.” It’s Robin who speaks up. She places a firm hand on the chef’s arm in warning. 

Sanji ignores her and turns his attention back to Zoro. The air is thick with tension as the two men glare at each other, both waiting for the other to push back. 

“No. I’m sick of pretending like we aren’t also in pain. Who the hell gave you the right to make these decisions?” 

The provocation works. Zoro unfolds his arms and rises to his full height. His tall frame leaves an imposing silhouette against the sunlit walls. Everyone else—bar Luffy—tries desperately to diffuse the impending argument with little success.  

“Because, somehow, I’m the only one who's not acting like a selfish bastard,” Zoro growls. 

Sensing the sudden shift in mood, Nami gathers everyone and quietly files them out, leaving only Zoro, Sanji, and Robin in the room. The latter stays quiet. 

“She belongs on this ship. With this crew,” Sanji grits out. 

“She belongs wherever the hell it is that keeps her happy and safe—even if it’s not here with us!” Zoro pauses, breathing heavily. Then, as if a switch was flipped, he slumps back into his seat, the fight draining from him. His head drops into his hands. “With me.”

Robin finally speaks up, her voice a soft murmur. 

“Zoro. Have you been eating?”

Sanji knits his brows in confusion at the question. Zoro, however, seems to understand what she’s insinuating. 

“Why ask if you know?” 

“You’ve been sick, haven’t you? Ever since you found out she lost her memories. The worry has been making you physically ill.”

Shock and concern flickers across Sanji’s face as he turns to his friend. 

“Is this true?” 

Zoro doesn't look at either of them. “…So?”

“You keep trying to push away these fears—hiding and burying them so far down so they can’t get to you—but eventually you will have to face them,” Robin quietly says. She shakes her head sympathetically. “You’ll have to face her and reality at some point. Running away from it by pretending you’re doing her a favour isn’t the answer.”

Sanji nods in agreement but stays silent to let Zoro respond. 

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Isn’t it?” She replies unconvinced. 

“When I first saw [Y/N] again, I thought I’d really fucking lost it. I thought I’d finally—truly—gone insane.” Zoro rubs his face and lets out a deep breath. “And I was okay with that because it meant I could see her again. Even if she was only a figment of my own delusions. How pathetic is that? She didn’t even know my name. I was nothing to her; a stranger. Someone who she never shared a life with. How am I supposed to move forward knowing that?”

Sanji glances down. “You don’t.”

“Exactly.” Zoro stands up straight and looks right at his friends. “I couldn’t apologize that day, so this is how I say sorry. This is how I repent.”

Robin opens her mouth to argue but something behind the swordsman makes her blink and pause. She stares past his shoulder at the door. Sanji, who's standing next to her, follows her line of sight and widens his eyes at what he sees. 

“Well, I’m sorry to say, but I think you’ll have to forgo those plans, Zoro.”

He frowns in confusion. “What?”

Sanji shifts forward with a slight smile on his face. He waves. 

“Hey [Y/N].”

“Hi.”

The sound of your voice makes Zoro whip around. You stand a few feet away, a hand held up awkwardly as you greet the intimidating trio from the door. Zoro looks stricken at your presence, completely frozen in place. Unsure of how to react, you flash him a small smile and mirror Sanji’s wave. 

The swordsman is the person who found you initially and clued you into a past you didn’t know still existed. After a few days of intense deliberation, you decided to get some answers from him, which is why you find yourself onboard the Strawhats’ ship in the late hours of the afternoon. 

“Sorry, am I intruding?”

Robin offers  you an easy smile that automatically makes you relax. “No, dear. What can we do for you?”

“If it’s alright, I’d like to speak with Zoro.”

“Uh…” Robin and Sanji both look to Zoro for confirmation, but the swordsman stays completely still; almost impressively statuesque. Shock roots him to the floor and strangles any words he may be able to produce. Sanji gapes—half exasperated and half pitying—at his reaction. Robin shakes her head and tries to diffuse the uncomfortable atmosphere with a—now strained—smile. 

“That should be fine…” She pauses, looking over Zoro sympathetically. “I think.”

“Are you sure? If you guys are busy…”

Robin shakes her head. “Oh no, not at all. Sanji and I were just about to head out anyway.”

“We were?” Sanji yelps as Robin pinches his arm. “I mean, yes! Yes we were–are! We are. Goodbye.”

You smile awkwardly as the two bid you farewell and shuffle their way outside. The door closes firmly behind you, leaving you in a heavy silence with a man who still hasn’t made a move to speak—or do much of anything. His eyes never stray from you, even as you avert your gaze from his intense one. The look in Zoro’s eyes makes something in you ache, but you force yourself to push the unfamiliar feeling aside and focus on the situation at hand. 

“I’m sorry for surprising you like this. If you don’t want to–”

“I do,” he interrupts. You look up, startled, and he nods to a seat across from him. You take the hint and gingerly slip into the wooden chair, careful not to get too close to him. Something about the man just makes you nervous. 

“I should… sorry. You just caught me off guard, that’s all.” He rubs the back of his neck and makes a strange expression—almost sheepish. You have a feeling that not much catches him off guard. 

“That’s alright.”

“What did you want to talk about?” Zoro folds his arms and leans back, a casual pose that fits him rather well. Casual, however, is the last word you’d use to describe this encounter. The formality of it all is more than uncomfortable—you wish there was some way to break the ice.

“First, I wanted to apologize for how I reacted when we first met,” you begin. 

“You mean when you looked at me like I was batshit crazy and slammed the door in my face?” 

You cringe at the memory. “Not my best moment, I assure you.”

He cracks a small smile at your embarrassment. “Don’t worry, I don’t blame you.”

Some of the anxiety eases from your body at his change in expression. It gives you just enough encouragement to say your next words. You lean forward, resting your arms on the table separating you from him, and clasp your hands together. He watches your movements closely, but says nothing.

“This is awkward, I know. I just wanted to talk to you,” you pause, trying to work out what to say. “I want to know more.”

He considers you for a moment and sighs. He looks exhausted—you wonder if that’s normal for him.

“[Y/N], Can I be honest?” 

“Go for it.”

“I have no fucking idea how to navigate this.” 

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’re holding. “Oh thank god, me neither.”

With those words,  most of the strange, unnerving tension vanishes from the room. You’re both still wary of the situation—but no longer of each other. 

“How about this…” You look straight at him. “I’ll ask you questions and anything you don’t want to answer, we pass. The same goes for you to me. Does that work?”

He nods. “Yeah. That works.”

You grin. “Perfect. Question one: how do we know each other?”

“You’re part of our crew—our family,” he answers softly. 

“Right, you mentioned that… you said the crew is my family. Is that literal? We’re… related?” 

“No.”  Zoro’s answer comes immediately. He looks horrified. “No. God no.”

“Oh. Alright then. Just… close?”

“Very.”

“I see,” you reply, feeling awkward once again. Why did you have to bring that up? Any idiot could have surmised for themselves with context clues. The confirmation wasn’t necessary—so why were you so desperate for it?

“Is it my turn now?”

“Sure. What do you want to know?”

This time, Zoro’s the one who leans forward. He studies you for a moment, tracing the contours of your face with his eyes. The scrutiny should unsettle you, but for some reason, you find yourself captivated by his attention. He looks at you in a way that takes your breath away. Your intuition was right—there is something immensely important about your relationship with this man. You have to find out what it is—what he is to you. 

“What happened? They said you died in a fire,” he swallows. His voice is shaky as he recalls your supposed ‘death’. 

“From what I can remember, which isn’t much by any means, is waking up in an unknown bedroom. Turns out, I was found unconscious in the nearby woods. Thankfully, a sweet old lady found me and brought me inside. I was sick for a few days after I woke up—presumably from the smoke inhalation. I suppose that I somehow managed to escape that fire. The whole thing is foggy—I couldn’t even remember my own name up until recently,” you explain as best you can. 

Zoro listens intently, absorbing your every word. 

“I’m just glad you’re okay. Have you remembered anything else?”

“No. Just my name. I know nothing about my life.” You feel your throat close up from unwanted emotions. “I know nothing about who I am. That’s why I’m here. I want to know about myself. I want to remember.”

His expression softens. “That’s all I want too.”

There’s a brief pause as you try to compose yourself. The sky is blindingly orange from where the two of you sit—right next to a large, open window facing out the side of the ship. The spring winds are gentle and warm as they tickle your skin. Ribbons of purple and pink streak the sinking sky; you take in the views, a sense of nostalgia almost overwhelming you. You stare out at the expanse, captivated by the open water and infinite sky. The world is so vast—you must have a place in it.

“It’s beautiful. The view from here.” You’re still looking at the horizon. It calms you. 

“Yeah. It is.”

You turn your attention back to Zoro. His eyes are on you… and he doesn’t look away. Your nerves are alight. 

“Is there anything else you want to know?”

“Um.” You scratch your head awkwardly, unsure how to broach the topic. “I do have another question. Feel free to pass if you don’t want to answer. I don’t mind, I promise.”

“I’ll answer anything.”

“Were we… uh… were we together?” You ask hesitantly. “Romantically, I mean.”

He answers you with sadness in his eyes. “No. We weren’t.”

“Oh.” Is that disappointment you feel? Strange. You don’t even know this man. 

“We were closer than that.”

You perk up. “Really?”

“More than you know.”

Something in that answer makes you pause. A sense of guilt rears its ugly head, making you question your actions so far. Zoro interrupts your thoughts from spiralling any further. 

“If you’re going to apologize again, don’t bother.”

You blink in surprise. “How did you…?”

“I know you, [Y/N]. You used to know me too,” he replies. 

“I don’t know you the way you want me to,” you blurt out. 

Your words hurt him. You can tell by the way he flinches ever so slightly, but he tries to hide it—or perhaps ignore it, hoping that the pain will go away. That hope is always disappointed. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me…”

He brushes it off. “Will you stay?”

“Pardon?” You’re taken aback by his bold ask. 

“Stay with us. On the ship. It might help with getting your memories back.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“That’s… okay too. Just stay. Please?”

“Alright. I’ll stay.”

୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧

It's been months and nothing, absolutely nothing, has returned to you. You’ve acclimated to life onboard fairly quickly, which comes to no one’s surprise. Every day you interact with the crew, hoping for some semblance of familiarity, to no avail. Lately, Zoro’s been ignoring you. He tries to be subtle about it, but you’re not stupid. His presence is like a ghost; only heard in passing mentions and seen in half-second flashes. At the brink of your frustration, you’ve decided to try and corner him today after the mission. 

Luffy barely manages to take a single bite of his food before you burst into the kitchen and grab him by the shoulders. 

“Captain!” 

“Mmfmfgh–” He swallows. “What?”

“Zoro. Where is he?”

He takes another bite of his food and chews thoughtfully. Without breaking from his dinner, he points to his left at another door.

“Thank you!” You call out as you rush out the door. Within seconds, you find yourself in the lounge, empty save for Zoro and his swords—two of which he is polishing. 

At your intrusion, he gathers his weapons and makes to leave, no doubt about to use some lame excuse for running away again. You don’t give him the chance. 

“Nuh uh. Don’t you dare.” You move in front of the door and block it with your body. 

Zoro shoots you a pointed stare. “You’re locking me in?”

“How else am I supposed to get your attention, hm? Seems that you’ve forgotten me altogether.”

“I couldn’t forget you even if I wanted to,” he sighs. 

You step forward, closing the distance. “Then why the hell are you ignoring me?”

He shifts uncomfortably. You press on. 

“I know I didn’t do anything wrong, so what is it? Tell me, Zoro. This isn’t fair.”

At the last sentence, something changes slightly in his expression—it balances between the lines of frustration, resentment, and hurt. He looks at you again, but there’s something wrong this time—you see a desperation that wasn’t there before. 

“Do you even know my last name?”

You freeze, guilt washing over you. You both know what the answer is, there’s no need for you to voice out what you both dread to hear. 

“I…” You falter, unsure of where to go from here. 

“I have to stop myself sometimes,” he continues. There’s a raspiness to his tone that hurts to hear. “I want to say and do things that I know I can’t because you’re not the person I knew. I want to tell you everything; I want to laugh at our inside jokes and reminisce on shared memories. But I can’t. Do you know how much that kills me? That you look at me differently?”

You’re shocked to your core when you see a tear roll down his cheek. You can’t move, the sight too heartbreaking to bear. 

He comes up to you, eyes glassy, and whispers: “You feel so far away.” 

You can’t breathe. 

“I’m sorry.” That’s all you can do: apologize. Hurt and apologize. 

Without thinking, you pull him into a hug—the need to comfort him overtakes any sort of awkwardness you may feel. He clings onto you desperately. You let him—it only feels right. 

“You’re still you. I know that but… it’s like you’ve moved to a place where I can no longer reach you. All I can do is hold onto the memories you left behind, hoping that they’ll mean something to you again. I just want you to come back to me. I don’t care how selfish that makes me. I don’t care. Just please… come back.”

“I’m so sorry.” Your voice breaks at the raw pain in his own. Zoro tightens his grip on you ever so slightly. His head rests against your collar and he’s trembling with you in his grasp—he knows it won’t last… so he lets go. 

Your own expression is on the verge of breaking. You choke down a sob as he keeps his head lowered and mumbles a quiet apology before leaving. You’re too stunned to stop him. The ache in your chest blossoms into something paralyzing, and you’re confused at how badly it hurts you—how could something so unknown be so devastating?

You need to get out. You need to leave and do something—anything. You need to find a way to breathe. With a sharp inhale, you flee the cabin and disembark. Thankfully, the ship is at port for a routine supply run. Without a second glance back, you run straight for the woods, and you keep running until you find a spot nestled in the bank of a looming cliff. 

There’s a gushing waterfall that thunders in your ears. The sound is so familiar. The scene… so intimate. 

It hits you all at once. The fight. The history. The moments. You don’t even realize you’re crying until it's too late—your face is a mess. Hell, you’re a mess. It doesn’t matter. You sprint for home. It's nearing dusk and your vision is blurry from the nonstop tears, but somehow you manage to make it back onboard. No one else is back yet, but you know Zoro stayed. You have to find him.

A noise sounds from above you. You’re running again. You spot him in the corner of your eye and your heart almost stops. He’s facing away from you, completely unaware. 

You look crazy and you don’t care.

Zoro is on the upper deck leaning against the railing. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees you barreling towards him, eyes red and face stricken. 

“[Y/N]? What are you—”

You crash into him, the unexpected force knocks him back a step as you wrap your arms tight around his stomach. He stiffens in surprise for a second before hugging you back with equal fervor. 

Zoro’s voice trembles. “Are your–”

“I love you.”

Those words release something inside of him; like a switch was just flipped and all those months of grief—all the hurt—was remedied with that one truth. You feel his entire body relax and sink into yours, the weight of his relief enveloping you in warmth and softness. You’re full on sobbing into his shoulder now, soaking his shirt with your tears. He doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter. You’re the only thing that matters.

“I love you too.”

˚ · . tags: @synchronised-beat ♱ @96jnie ♱ @guridoodles ♱ @metonimia-de-bellota ♱ @stranger-chan ♱ @sp1ng ♱ @diarythroughmylens ♱ @mitsureigen ♱ @kateswone ♱ @idx-xv ♱ @leafyturtle ♱ @lupidetenebris ♱ @captainsolare ♱ @six-eyed-samurai ♱ @kyllium ♱ @itsagoodluckkiss ♱ @imhwajaez ♱ @sekidekiboombeki

[gingernut1314]

Couldn't Sleep?

Summary: It's not unusual for Robin to leave your side in the middle of the night, but it still doesn't stop you from missing her and seeking her out.

Content: GN!Reader, Robin struggling to sleep, pet names, set on the Thousand Sunny

Word Count: 1K

A/N: Your honor, I love her ✋😩 why I haven't written for her yet is a mystery because she is in my top three one piece blorbos. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!

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You knew the arm wrapped around you wasn’t attached to a body.

You knew it the moment you began to wake up, throat dry and eyes burningly heavy. The arm was soft and comforting as always…but the lack of the body it belonged to had you semi-fully awake. 

The girl's quarters were dark, the only light dimly seeping in from the crack under the door, though it was just enough ligh to see the arm holding you. An arm that had bloomed from the soft mattress beneath you. The master of this bloomed arm was missing, just as you had known, but seeing the nearly empty spot next to you confirmed it. 

It wasn’t unusual for you to wake up and find a missing Robin. Some nights she struggled to sleep and some mornings she was up even before Sanji. And although it was usual it still didn’t help ease your missing her. 

You turned into the arms hold, brushing your hand up her forearm so that you could take hers gently. You raised the hand to your lips and placed a sweet kiss to the inside of her wrist, the bloomed hand giving you a small squeeze before poofing away in a cloud of pink petals and the smell of cherry blossoms. 

Nami gave a small, airy mumble in her sleep as you swung your legs over the edge of your bed, shoving your feet into your pair of fluffy slippers. You tried your hardest to muffle the sound of your exit, not wishing to wake Nami up and enact her wrath. 

The rest of the ship was warmly quiet, everyone within dreaming soundly. You wound your way to the first floor and heard how the rest of your crew was sleeping. 

Deeply sound but oh so loud. 

It was sounds you once thought nothing human could make, but no matter how loud and bone-shaking, it was yet another thing you had grown to find comfort in. 

A salt-filled breeze greeted you as you made your way outside, the deck of the Sunny awash in the silvery glow of the ever-watchful moon hanging above. It gave you enough light to make your way safely across the Sunny and towards the stern, where the library observation room was located. 

It was also where you knew she would be held up.

You carefully opened the door, finding the lamp had been switched on to give the room a near-golden glow. Your eyes scanned the rounded room, taking in all the different books your crew had filled the shelves with. Took in the small table at the center of the room and the ladder leading up to the washroom before they finally landed on Robin sitting curled up on the plush bench that rounded the room. 

Her sapphire blue eyes were already watching you, a toothless smile pulling to her lips you were quick to return.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You questioned as you shut the door behind you. 

“I’m nearly finished with this book.” She said in that silky smooth voice of hers. “It was all I could think about.”

You knew it was only part of the reason she couldn’t sleep. Knew there definitely was much more on her mind than the story in her hands, but you didn’t push for the truth. You never pushed. You two had come far enough together. She would come to you about that stuff when she was ready to talk, just as you would do the same. 

And besides, it was far too late for such discussions.

“I think this is the fastest you’ve read a book yet.” You mused, grabbing a big, fluffy blanket from the basket full of them in the corner. 

“Oh? You think so?” Robin’s blue eyes tracked you as you crossed the way over to her. 

“Yep. Your fastest record was a week. This book has only taken you--what? Five days?” Robin gave a closed-lipped chuckle, placing her book over her knee to give you her full attention.

“I would say that’s still about a week.” You shook your head. 

“Nope,” You gave the ending of the word a nice pop. “There are seven days in a week and you, my dear, have taken two less days than that.” The corner of her eyes crinkled as she smiled up at you.

You remembered a time when her smiles never quite reached her eyes. Remembered a time when those smiles seemed like they were almost an act. 

So you made sure to take a few seconds any time she gifted the world such a smile. A whole face smile that you wanted to burn right into your memory and never forget. 

“If you insist, flower.” You gave a small chuckle yourself, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently. 

“Can I cuddle with you till you finish? I got a bit lonely.” Robin gave you an instant nod, holding one of her arms out in welcome. 

You quickly climbed onto the light blue cushioned bench, pressing your side flush to hers and shimming a bit down so that your head could rest on her collarbones. Her arm wrapped around you tightly, keeping you closer as you threw the blanket over you both.

Once settled, Robin bloomed two new arms to hold her book up while she held you close. She nuzzled her nose against your forehead before placing a tender kiss there. 

“I’m--sorry for leaving…” She murmured against your skin.  

“It’s okay.” You snaked your arms around her waist, letting your fingers lazily move up and down her side. “Next time you can read in bed with me. Nami wouldn’t mind it if you used her book light, I don’t think and the light won’t bother me.” Robin kept her face against your forehead in quiet thought for a moment longer. Just breathing you in and taking in your presence. 

“Thank you.” She placed another kiss to your forehead before turning so her cheek rested against your head as she read. 

“You’ll have to tell me the rating you give this book after you finish, m’kay?” You snuggled closer into her warmth, eyes growing heavy with sleep all over again. Robin gave a small nod. 

“Anything for you, flower.”

More Like This: Demons and Claws {Zoro x GN!reader} ⋆ Just Trying To Sleep {Luffy x gn!reader} ⋆ How Can I Be Of Service? {Sanji x gn!reader} ⋆ Feeling Generous {Nami x gn!reader} ⋆ Nightmares {Usopp x gn!reader}

[edgeray]

Part 1: Sweeter Than Wine(Nico Robin x Fem! Reader)

Part 2

A/N: First post on here :3. This is the culmination of me when I was downbad for like two nights straight. Can you tell how gay I am? This is just 2k words of self-indulgence, I love Miss All Sunday so much, there needs to be more content on her. Who doesn't love a sexy cowgirl?

Warnings: Reader uses female pronouns, Robin may be OOC, Reader is also highkey downbad (I'm sorry, I was projecting), alcohol drinking, pet names(?), if there is more that needs to be added to this please feel free to tell me

Chatter, laughter, and the smell of alcohol filled your senses as you sat on the bar stool, enjoying your drink in one of the bars at Whiskey Peak. Your pinky tapped against the glass of your cup repeatedly as boredom filled your mind. Despite all the drinking and hooligans surrounding you, nothing about all of this was entertaining to you. After all, this happened almost every other week. Naive pirates would come to Whiskey Peak after having just gone through Reverse Mountain and get ambushed by the hundred or so bounty hunters. Then it'd be the end of those little pirates’ journey before it really even started. It was honestly pitiful, and quite frankly, you've long grown tired of throwing up a party and a facade for every unfortunate pirate that stopped by. You were tired of these events even though you yourself were a bounty hunter. 

Another pirate crew crushed, what a pity, she sighed as she watched as an orange-haired girl and a moss-headed swordsman drank nearly the entire bar dry. Silence and solitude surrounded you, feeling an empty void within. With a sigh, you turned to your glass and twisted your wrist to observe the swirling of the liquid. 

At first, you didn't notice her when she entered the bar. No one did. But then there began whispers of awe and admiration and that was when you finally looked up from your drink. 

Your heart halted in your chest as your eyes laid upon the woman who sat herself a few seats away from you. You immediately related to all the dumbstruck stares from your fellow Millions, because how could you not have been infatuated at first glance? Pitch-black shoulder-length straight hair, sun-kissed skin, a skimpy outfit that did wonders in showing her goddess-like stature, and the sexiest cowboy boots and hat met your eyes. But what drew you in wasn't just her physical appearance but the aura that she gave. Seductive confidence exuded from her form and sitting posture even as admirers (including you) ogled at her. 

It felt wrong to be staring at her so openly but you couldn't help it–the more you observed her the more she captivated you. 

You were never a believer of love-at-first-sight but this had to be pretty damn close. Warmth began to blossom within your abdomen the longer your attention lingered on the new woman and your ears burned at the realization of all the thoughts you were having as you continued to watch her. You snapped your head away from the woman finally when your fantasies became more lewd and you tried to wash those erotic ideas away with your glass of alcohol. You shouldn't be thinking those things for a woman you've never even met, you scolded yourself, shame overwhelming your being. You closed your eyes and tried to shuffle your thoughts on the woman away, hoping for the pitter-patter of your heart to similarly be shooed off.

“Can I buy you a drink?” A low, sultry, feminine purred beside you, the kind of voice that instantly made you want to fold yourself in half. Your eyes flew open as you spun your head towards the direction of the voice and your heart jumped out of your chest when the woman you were fawning over was seated adjacent to you. It's the first time you were able to get a glance at her face and heat instantaneously swarmed your cheeks, your breath hitching at the sight. Soul-piercing ocean blue eyes stare back into you, a smirk played on her perfect lips as she leaned her cheek against her hand, which was propped up by her elbow on the counter. Her body was turned towards you while she leaned against the bar counter so that your eyes could roam freely over her entire front. Her body language oozed with unwavering sensual assurance and from the way she's smirking at you, she most definitely knew it. You desperately attempted to stop your focus from wandering down, knowing if you did you'd probably see her cleavage and at this point, you weren't sure if you'd risk a stroke in front of her just to see it. 

“Yes,” you nervously stammered out and a low rumble reverberated from the ravenette's throat as she chuckled. It's music to your ears and you just want to hear it again. She turned to the bartender and requested two glasses of red wine while you instinctively slouched upon feeling the envious weight of other Millions’ stares on your back. 

"I hope you don't mind wine, I prefer my drinks on the sweeter side," the alluring woman stated, her smirk growing just a bit when she faced you. 

"No, wine is good," you shake your head dumbly, feeling humiliated by your lackluster response. "Thank you," you remember to thank her a moment later. 

"Of course. How could I stop myself from buying a drink for such a cute little thing," she replied with a voice laced with honey as she beamed back at you. 

You flushed and turned your head away to hide the abashed expression on your face. Your body can't help but be filled with ecstasy at the compliment and your knees couldn't have ached more to be on the floor in front of her. However, you couldn't divert your attention from her for long when she reached out her hand to grasp onto your chin and forcibly but gently tilted your head up towards her gorgeous face again. 

"Don't be so shy. I don't bite, I promise. Unless you want me to," the woman whispered as she leaned close to your face, the distance between you only a few inches apart. Her thumb stroke across your bottom lip and impulsively, your tongue swiped against her thumbpad. While embarrassment smacked you across the face, the woman's smile only grew more. 

Her next words had you nearly falling out of your seat. "Good girl," she purred and something inside of you stirred. 

"What's your name, sweet thing?" She asked as her thumb repeatedly caressed your lip in a circular motion. Like an idiot, your words stumbled over as you tried to recall your name for a second.

"It's nice to meet you. My name is Miss All Sunday." Her voice and every word were laced with syrup despite the shockingly big reveal to you. 

"Miss All Sunday?" You repeated quietly as you remembered faintly that Miss All Sunday was the vice-president of Baroque Works. Your world stopped spinning as you came to the realization that you were majorly crushing on one of your bosses, the second highest on the ladder as a matter of fact. You've heard of her, through the rumors of other Millions–how ruthless and powerful she is, yet all you've been fantasizing about is if she's the same way in bed. Oh, how she could snap you in two and you'd thank her, wouldn't you, you taunted yourself in resignation. 

"What are you doing here?" You wondered out loud, compelling yourself to rid of all the lewd thoughts. 

"There's something I need to take care of here. But it can wait for a little bit, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of beauty in my eyes," the vice president commented. Your entire face flushed at the compliment. The hand on your chin wandered down and her fingertips scraped against your neck, then down to your shoulders, to your sides, and grazed against your hip until it rested upon your thigh. Your thighs clenched tightly against one another and the reaction amused her. Feather light warm touches danced on your skin as it sent tingles of pleasure throughout your body. 

A shuddering sigh left you and you're silently begging for her in your eyes, for more of her, for the entirety of her. You want to greedily soak up everything she can give you and more. She momentarily turned her gaze away from you once the glasses of wine arrived and a disappointed whimper involuntarily escaped your throat. Your pathetic noise earned you a few squeezes on your thigh. 

"Would you like a sip?" She inquired as she held onto a glass in her other hand. You nodded slightly and reached out your hand, however, she didn't pass the glass to you. Instead, she brought the glass to her lips and had a sip. She leaned in and using the hand on your thigh as support, she closed the distance between you. 

One moment, your lips were bare and cold, and the next, it was met with Miss All Sunday's mouth. You gasped into the kiss and the vice president used the opportunity to pour the red wine from her mouth into yours. The sweet flavor of the beverage overwhelmed your taste buds while the woman in front of you fervently pressed her mouth against yours, each kiss deep like she was savoring the sensation of your lips. Her tongue danced on your lips to request entrance and you swallowed the drink she so generously offered you to allow her in. She immediately dominated your mouth, her tongue exploring every nook and cranny without so much of a struggle from you. You moaned softly against her and tried to press yourself closer to the woman. 

The heat in your stomach exponentially grew and the sensuality of it all only made you want to surrender yourself to the woman more. One hand uselessly gripped onto her arm while your other hand clenched around the seat of your chair. Meanwhile, Miss All Sunday's other hand found her way behind your head, making it impossible to escape from the kiss as she ensured you were as close to her as possible. Not that you'd want to escape of course. 

You wanted to memorize every texture of her soft lips that unrelentlessly ravished you. It's the sweetest, most relishing thing to you, sugarier than any dessert you've devoured, and more decadent than the most gourmet of meals. And you were getting this for free? You wanted more, no, you needed more, damn the lightheadedness that began to settle in your head. It’s intoxicating the way she took over all your senses, the way you're disarmed with just one kiss, the way she has your entire form trembling, the way your mind is filled with the eternal necessity that is her. She stole your breath not because she's not allowing you to breathe but because suddenly your oxygen supply is Miss All Sunday. But then her mouth leaves your lips and it's only then that you realize you need to breathe oxygen. You gaze at her with half-lidded eyes and a bit of drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, and you can tell that she's pleased with the mess she's reduced you to. 

“M-miss,” you mumbled, hungry for more. You were drunk off of her kiss.

“You want more? What an insatiable girl,” she coyly smirked before her eyes scanned around her surroundings. “Looks like we've gained an audience.” 

Her last statement sobered you up a little and you too looked around and saw many of the bar's customers scrutinizing you in covetousness. You ducked your head in mortification but the vice president of Baroque Works only chuckled, and she raised a hand to her purple felt hat. “How rude of them to intrude into a private show.” 

Her fingers clasped on the brim of the hat and she removed it from her head, before bringing it to the side of your face, essentially creating a shield from the onlookers. You pondered why she was doing that before she leaned in, this time her lips more aggressively crashing against yours and you were caught off by surprise again. Her free hand that was once on your hand cupped your cheek gently, trailing her thumb over your skin. The way that her hat censored the passionate moment from everyone else in the bar only makes it so much more intimate–like a secret shared between just the two of you. It made your heart flutter excitedly; Miss All Sunday, for all how powerful she is and for all she could easily obtain just for being Baroque Work's vice president, was focusing solely on you and you alone. You were the only one that captured her attention and she was kissing you stupid again, making the rest of your world so trivial when she had you in her hold.

It seemed like hours before she parted from your lips, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you panted for air. Her cerulean eyes softened when she took in the entirety of your expression and she licked her lips sensually. “You're so sweet. Such a good girl.”

“Sweeter than wine."

And she drew you in again. 

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I have a sequel to this. Might post it if I feel like.

[grandline-fics]

The Grand Line's Bounty List

Have to now split the Masterlist into multiple posts now because of the amount of links.

STRAWHATS

Luffy When You Fall Unconscious They Want To See Your Smile They Crave Your Presence His Bare Chest Leaves You Flustered You're So Much Stronger Than They Thought How They Give Aftercare They Touch Your Cold Hands/Feet At Night You're Anxious With Too Many People Around You Can See Spirits/Ghosts You Call Them A Term Of Endearment You're Both Oblivious To Your Feelings They Hurt You While Controlled You Get Knocked Off Of The Ship In A Storm You Hide An Injury They Have A Nightmare You Marry Someone Else Prompt: Comforting Kisses Their Reaction To A Child Stealing Your Attention Valentines Event: True Love's Kiss Headcanons: Randomly Leaning Against Them

Zoro When Jealousy Leads To A Confession When You Fall Unconscious You're His Soft Spot They Want To See Your Smile They Crave Your Presence Time Apart Makes You Insecure He Asks To See Your Sketchbook You're So Much Stronger Than They Thought How They Give Aftercare You Call Them A Term Of Endearment They Hurt You While Controlled You're Anxious With Too Many People Around You Can See Spirits/Ghosts They Have A Nightmare You Marry Someone Else Prompt: Jealousy Kiss w/Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Want To Kiss You Right Now? You Hide An Injury Prompt: Waking Up The Morning After Forget-Me-Not, Ch.2, Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6

Sanji The Moment They Started Seeing You Differently When He Cheers You Up When Your Hearing Aid Breaks They Crave Your Presence You're So Much Stronger Than They Thought How They Give Aftercare You're A Famous Pianist Lazy Mornings With You You Can See Spirits/Ghosts When You Fall Unconscious

Usopp They Have A Nightmare You Marry Someone Else

Robin When You're There After A Nightmare

Other Masterlists:

Heart Pirates, Kid Pirates, Whitebeard Pirates, Big Mom Pirates

Red Hair Pirates, Cross Guild, Marines, Revolutionary Army

[beasttrash]

my spot art contributions to @chenziee's fic for the @opfluffzine !!

i'll link the fic as soon as its posted :)

[chibinasuu]

Ghost Ship | Straw Hats x Reader

★ requested by @supernatural-hunter1 (see here)

Summary: There’s no need to fear Davy Jones and his ship of ghosts. After all, it’s just a myth… or is it? Tags: sfw, platonic straw hats x reader, GN!reader, no use of y/n

Disclaimer: There are many myths and legends about Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman, but the one here is my reimagined version, borrowing elements from One Piece’s Flying Dutchman lore (Fishman Island Arc, ch. 606) and some from the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise. 

It was a festive night onboard the Thousand Sunny. 

Earlier, the Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates had begged the cook to prepare a feast tonight, without any reasons whatsoever. The cook was hesitant at first, as he was not one to use excessive ingredients when unnecessary, but with the last of the fresh supplies they got at Water 7 on the brink of losing their quality, Sanji had relented and cooked up an extravagant banquet for the crew. 

Not wanting to waste a beautiful moonlit night, the Straw Hats set up picnic blankets on the Sunny’s lawn deck to enjoy their dinner. Franky had busted out his ukulele, playing a cheery tune that transformed the quiet night into a lively one. A portable metal fire pit sat in the center of the lawn, the flames providing light and warmth as the crew partied the night away. 

It was not uncommon for this particular crew that a night of drinking would evolve into a night of daring each other to do stupid things. Luffy’s face was currently caked with Nami’s makeup, Zoro and Sanji were reluctantly interlocking hands as per Robin’s dare, and Chopper had one of Franky’s (clean) underwear strung between his antlers. The dares were getting more and more ridiculous as the game went on, to the point where Usopp had just challenged you to skinny-dip off the side of the ship. One glance over the railing at the dark, cold, and uninviting waters had you sitting back down on the deck. 

“Yeah, right,” You scoffed and downed a shot in lieu of doing the dare, “That’d get me sent straight to Davy Jones’ locker!”

“Whose what now?” Usopp asked with his head tilted in confusion, the phrase unfamiliar to his ears.

It was such a common saying in the South Blue, where you were from, that you just blurted it out unthinkingly. There were no Southern seafarers who didn’t know about the mythical pirate Davy Jones and his ship full of ghosts. 

“The Davy Jones’ locker.” You repeated matter-of-factly. Surprisingly, none of your crewmates seemed to show even a hint of recognition. You eyed them one by one, but all of them sported similar blank looks, “Oh c’mon, Davy Jones? The Flying Dutchman? Ring a bell?”

“Robin, you must know it.” You turned to the archaeologist, certain that she must have read about the legend before in one of her books, but she merely shook her head.

“No way,” you looked at your crew in disbelief, “And you call yourselves pirates?”

“Hey!” Luffy protested indignantly, “What’s a flying locker got to do with being a pirate?” 

“Huh,” you shrugged, “Guess the story’s only popular in South Blue then.”

“Ooh, a story?” Chopper leaned forward toward you in anticipation, “I wanna hear it!”

“Alright then, listen up.” You looked at your friends with a sly smile, “But beware, this tale is not for the fainthearted.”

You started the story, lowering your voice in a mediocre attempt to sound spooky, “Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, a pirate crew was sailing on troubled waters when its captain – by the name of Davy Jones – suddenly fell ill and lost his mind. He killed his whole crew, chucking them off the ship one by one into the angry sea.”

Robin’s eyes sparkled with intrigue, while Zoro looked unbothered, but was listening intently nonetheless. Luffy was munching on some meat, only half paying attention. Franky had put down his ukulele, and Sanji took a long drag of his cigarette, eyes never straying away from you. Usopp, Nami, and Chopper had started to huddle together, never ones to enjoy scary stories. 

“When he came to, Davy Jones realized what terrible deed he had done and blamed the gods for his madness, throwing curses at the rulers of the seas and the skies.”

The silence that now shrouded the chilly night only added to the tense atmosphere, broken just by the low whistle of the winds against the sails and the faint crash of the waves against the hull. No one dared breathe a word to interrupt as you continued your tale. 

“The gods were furious and punished Davy Jones to roam the seas for eternity aboard his ship, the Flying Dutchman, doomed to ferry the souls of those lost to the sea to the world beyond, far deep through the oceanic abyss, which sailors came to know as the Davy Jones’ locker.”

Unbeknownst to the crew, a shroud of unnatural mist has started to surround the ship. Its tendrils snaked through the gaps and crevices, slowly infiltrating the deck.

“They say the Flying Dutchman still roams the seas to this day, never able to make port.” You paused for dramatic effect, “People say, that if you’re unlucky enough to encounter it, you could hear the lost souls onboard the ghost ship sing; Dead men tell no tales, dead men have no desires. Dead men don’t need jewels on their–”

“ENOUGH!!” Usopp yelled, covering his ears, “That’s enough, I don’t want to hear it anymore!”

By this point, the fog had gotten so thick that it was impossible not to notice. The crew was suddenly overcome with a sense of dread, goosebumps creeping on their skin.

“Wh-what is this mist?!” Nami shrieked, “What’s happening?! I don’t like this!”

Zoro and Sanji stood up, whipping their heads around in search of enemies or threats, but nothing emerged from within the murk. Nami and Usopp were now clinging to each other, screaming their heads off when suddenly, Chopper pointed at something in the distance and squealed, “Wh-wh-what’s that?!”

A silhouette of an old, rickety vessel materialized from beyond the mist, sailing head-on toward the Thousand Sunny. Its tattered sails swayed in the winds, a faded glow cloaking its body. 

Screams of panic filled the air as Usopp, Nami, and Chopper ran around in terror.

“That’s it, I’m going inside! You guys deal with that!” Nami exclaimed, rushing towards the safety of the sleeping quarters.

“Oi, Nami, wait for me!” Usopp ran after her, Chopper closely following behind, “Can I sleep in the girls’ room tonight?!”

“Nah, man.” Zoro shook his head, “Give me monsters or devils, and I’ll fight them. But, I don’t fuck with things I can’t cut with my swords.” He said before hightailing it to the boys’ quarters.

Sanji stammered that he was “definitely not scared of ghosts, unlike the cowardly mosshead” but claimed that he wanted to make some midnight snacks and speed-walked to the kitchen. The mere mention of a midnight snack had Luffy following Sanji like a puppy, all thoughts of ghosts or whatever vanishing from his mind, and so he too, was gone. 

With most of the Straw Hats cowering inside, the deck was once again plunged into a thick silence as the mysterious ship crept closer and closer.

A sudden slow clap permeated the stillness.

You looked behind you to see Robin smiling knowingly, “Incredible.” She chuckled, addressing you and the only other remaining Straw Hat on deck, “How did you two do it?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Robin.” You deflected unconvincingly, trying to hold back a smile.

“Yeah, Robin, what do you mean?” Franky added with a cheeky grin, “That’s totally a real ghost ship comin’ right at us.” 

“Alright, keep your secrets.” Robin said with a laugh, “I’m going to bed. Make sure you clean up nicely, hm?”

Once Robin was out of sight, Franky offered his big metal hand to you, and you slapped it in an enthusiastic high-five. The two of you broke out in laughter, ecstatic at the success – for the most part – of your harmless but elaborate prank. 

“Ah, that was a good one.” He sighed, wiping a stray tear from his eye, “Did you see their faces?” 

You grinned at him, “I thought we fooled everyone, but Robin’s a tough one, isn’t she?”

“She’s super smart,” Franky laughed, “I knew from the beginning that she wouldn’t buy it.”

He took out a remote from his shirt pocket and pushed the big red button on it. Instantly, the mirage of the ghost ship disappeared as the light projector hidden inside the lion figurehead’s mouth was deactivated. The smoke machines mounted through the side portholes also died down, and the thick fog surrounding the ship gradually dissipated. 

Since no one was around anymore, you and Franky took up the job of cleaning up the lawn, considering it as a way to make up for the fright you gave the rest of the crew. You stacked the dirty plates, gathered all the empty booze bottles, and folded up the blankets. The big, yellow moon provided ample brightness even as Franky killed the fire. 

“Franky,” You called out as you noticed something in the horizon, “I thought you shut off the machine.”

“Yeah, I did.” The cyborg replied without even looking at you, still focused on cleaning the fire pit. 

A chill of uneasiness ran through you at his answer, “Then… what’s that?”

Franky looked up at your shaky voice and turned to the front of the ship, eyes bulging in shock at what met his sight. 

A curtain of thick, black fog coated the ocean and sky ahead, swallowing the stars from the sky and plunging the waters into total darkness, where no moonlight reached it.

And the Sunny was sailing right at it. 

You and Franky could only stare at the unfathomable phenomenon as you stood frozen side-by-side.

“Oh, we are super fucked, aren’t we?”

a/n: bonus points if you got what the thick fog at the end was supposed to be! anyway, i had so much fun writing this!! it might be a bit early for a halloween post but i hope you all enjoyed this silly little fic nonetheless 🧡

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