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[nixieie]

Alcohol and conversations

[runawaymarbles]

Fanbinding(ish): Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir

Leather on bookboard, with hot foil stamping on the spine. The endpapers are a Japanese wave design, partially as a reference to Canaan House being on the water, and is also a reference to the fact that this book was a birthday present for @eebeesee, who is a giant weeb. (Fun fact: I bought that paper in 2012 and have been waiting uh, 11 years, to find the perfect project for it.)

Process under the cut.

Remember two months ago when I said I wasn't wild about doing another paperback-to-hardback conversion? Well. More fool me. (I did try and find a sewn hardback to take apart, but apparently this book was not sold as a sturdy hardback. Cue rant.)

I've tried debossing with leather before, so obviously, for embossing, I decided I'd just pick the most complicated design possible. I had to modify the skull a bit--taking out the IX, which did NOT cut well, and I had to make the lines around the glasses thicker.

After several hours of cricut cutting and experimentation, here is the cover pre-leather. (I also had to floss the skull's teeth with an awl to get some fuzz out, which I found very funny.)

Then, leather:

As you can see, I lose a lot of details in the teeth there, so I went around the edges with a heated brass stylus.

I bought a special skull stamp for the spine: it definitely wasn't made for heat, because while it did serve the purpose, it also came with a metal handle which made handling it awkward. (Oven mitts did not give me the necessary amount of dexterity. I ended up sort of wrapping a paper towel around the handle. My cousin has since informed me that we do own fire resistant gloves, but I did not remember this at the time.)

The stamp was also a pain to get even: it had to be at juuuuust the right temperature and pressure, or you'd either get too much or too little, as shown. It was also pretty picky about foil, but the brass color matched the endband cloth and insides best anyway, so that worked out. (White was a definite no.)

The other fun bit of this was doing the edges: I did them with black foil, but as we established in my earlier foiling experiments, that's not the most reliable. I think I got the best results so far on the top, but kept getting flakes on the others. I ended up painting the outside edge with ink, and then foiling on top of that. The bleed onto the pages ended up looking pretty neat, but since I hadn't done it on the top, I didn't do it on the bottom so that it wouldn't look weird on the inside. I'm not sure the foil added as much gloss as I was hoping for so next time I might just do the ink.

It did mean that I had to separate all the pages twice; I ended up bringing this to my girlfriend's haircut appointment and working on it in the corner. I hope it was the most strangely specific thing the stylist had seen someone doing when they tagged along.

[huyandere]

ghost princess

[tfone-continuity-au]

IT LIVES!!!

Plws go enjoy my nonsense ;>

[spindash]

BODY HAIRRR FEMMES WITH BODY HAIIRRR LETS HEAR IT FOR FEMMES WITH BODY HAIR!!!!!!

[maxessence]

Zoro is like, "Please do this to me"

Sanji never got to do this party trick before he met luffy because he couldn’t find someone to eat the melon after and he wasn’t about to waste food just to flex

[abadbutsadcollective]

Traumagenic and endogenic headmates aren't enemies by the way. Sometimes they play Minecraft together. Sometimes they hold hands. Sometimes they kiss. Sometimes they cover work shifts or school for each other. Sometimes even within the same system. This goes for disordered and nondisordered systems too btw.

[dua-source]

DUA LIPA via Instagram (April 21, 2025)

[inseobts]

Ghost Knife

strawhat crew x winter soldier!reader (platonic)

inspired by bucky barnes (marvel) - after getting separated from the other strawhats you return as the world government’s masked assassin with orders to kill them all. but then memories begin to resurface and so does the person you used to be.

a/n: omg I had a huge crush on bucky at some point so thank you anon for this request lmao

words count: 4.3k

tags: platonic, sabaody archipelago arc spoilers, kidnapping, brainwashing, torture, angst, hurt/comfort, cybernetic arm

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

“Robin!”

Your voice cracks as you watch her vanish into thin air. One second she’s there, eyes wide, body tense, and the next, she’s gone. Swallowed by that giant’s palm. Sent flying through nothingness by Kuma’s strange power.

You run to where she stood, hand outstretched “Robin!”

The man, the machine, turns toward you.

Your breath catche “Don’t you dare.”

He says nothing. Just moves.

“Y/N!” Luffy yells from behind, voice full of panic “Run!”

You try to run. Kuma’s too fast. In a blink, his hand slams down.

You land hard. Cold floor. White lights. The air smells like metal and bleach.

You groan, pushing yourself up “Where…?”

Then pain shoots through your side. You curl up, coughing.

“Subject is awake, she forgot again.” a voice says above you. Mechanical. No kindness.

You blink through the blur. A face leans close with goggles, gloves, clipboard.

“Where am I?” you whisper.

He ignores your question ��Sedate her again.”

“No!” You try to stand, but hands grab your arms. Straps hold your legs. A needle pricks your neck.

Your world fades to black.

The days bleed together.

They don’t call you by name. They call you Asset. Like a tool. Like a thing.

You scream the first time they put you in that chair. Metal clamps, flashing lights. They press buttons. You forget how many days pass. You forget the sound of Luffy’s laugh. Nami’s voice. Zoro’s snoring.

You try to run.

One day, you make it to a hallway before someone shoots your leg. You fall. They drag you back.

They don’t punish you with words. They punish you with fire.

“You’re stubborn,” the woman says. She has short black hair and cold eyes “Most subjects break after three weeks. You’ve lasted five.”

You spit at her.

She slaps you “Fine. We’ll go further.”

The next time you try to run away you then wake up with your left arm gone.

You scream until your throat bleeds.

“You don’t have to be in pain,” they say “Just obey.”

You don’t speak.

They give you a new arm. It’s metal. Heavy. Cold. It hums when you move it.

They teach you how to fight like a machine.

They wipe memories. Try to bury your name.

But in your dreams, Luffy still grins “You’re our nakama!”

Zoro still says “Tch. Don’t get soft.”

Usopp still brags “I’ll protect you!”

Robin still reads with you under the sun.

They can’t take that from you.

At least not yet.

Later on, the voice returns, steady and cold, always the same, “Who are you?”

You answer like they trained you to “I am Weapon Unit 27.”

“What is your mission?”

“Obey. Eliminate targets. No emotion. No hesitation.”

Your voice doesn’t shake anymore. Not like the first time. Or the fiftieth. But when you sleep, if they let you, shadows curl at the edge of your mind. Laughter. A rubbery arm slinging around your shoulders. Someone yelling about meat. Orange hair in the sunlight.

You reach for it but always end waking up screaming.

The woman with the cold eyes, Commander Drayke, watches as you fight in the simulation room. You’re faster now. Your metal arm crushes steel like paper. You don’t flinch when blades touch skin.

“She’s nearly ready,” Drayke says “Complete memory collapse in progress.”

The man beside her, white coat, tired face, glances at his screen “Her brain patterns still show flickers.”

“She’ll forget,” she says “Sooner or later.”

You now sit in your cell. Metal walls. One bed. One sink. One screen.

A small bird taps on the bars, black feathers, a bag tied to its leg.

News Coo.

The guard grabs it, rips the newspaper free, tosses it into your room.

“Read. Stay updated. Don’t fall behind.”

You almost ignore it.

Then your eyes catch two names.

PORTGAS D. ACE AND MONKEY D. LUFFY

The paper crinkles in your hands.

Luffy.

Ace.

The names itch in your chest.

You stare at their faces. Luffy’s wild smile. The straw hat on his back. Ace, strong and scarred, fire dancing in his hands.

You tilt your head.

“Why do they look… familiar?” you whisper.

You flip the page. There’s a bounty poster. A crew. Pirates.

The words Strawhat Pirates ring in your ears. It makes something in you tighten. Like a string pulled too hard.

Your hand trembles. You clutch your head.

Something hurts. Deep.

Like static in your skull.

“No. I don’t know them” you mutter.

But a voice inside you says: Liar.

Year 1, Month 8

Location: Secret Government Base – North Blue

The Winter Soldier... you stand motionless in the training room. Your breath is slow. Controlled. Your mask hides the lines of your face, but not the stillness of your new soul.

You don’t remember the ocean, the Going Merry, your family.

Only orders. Only targets. Only missions.

“Tell me what you are” the voice echoes from the intercom.

She answers with no hesitation.

“I am the blade of justice.”

“And who do you serve?”

“The World Government.”

“And your purpose?”

“To eliminate threats.”

“Good girl,” says Drayke “Deploy her.”

Same time - Weatheria, Sky Island

Nami lounges under a cloud tree, weather scrolls beside her. She flips open the latest News Coo with a sigh.

“Huh,” she mumbles “Another article about that assassin again…”

She reads aloud “The Winter Soldier has completed 35 high-level government missions. No survivors left at any site. Her origin is unknown. World Nobles call her their ‘Ghost Knife.’”

She frowns, “Creepy.”

She turns the page, trying to ignore the chill down her spine.

Kuraigana Island – Wasteland Castle

Zoro slices through a falling boulder like it’s paper. Perona floats nearby, holding up a newspaper.

“Hey, Moss-For-Brains, have you seen this? New assassin. Woman. Metal arm. Wears a mask. Total psycho.”

“Not interested.”

“She’s got a bounty on her head even without being a pirate. That’s rare.”

Zoro grabs the paper, scans it.

The image is blurry, during nighttime, shadows, but she’s unmistakable. That mask. That arm. That stance. The way her fist dents solid rock.

Zoro stares a little longer than he needs to.

“Huh,” he mutters “Feels… familiar.”

Boin Archipelago

Luffy stares at the newspaper like a child with candy.

“She looks SO COOL!” he yells, eyes shining “Usopp would freak out if he saw this!”

He points to the tiny, grainy picture of the Winter Soldier mid-kick, her metal arm glowing, mask hiding her face.

“Do you think she can stretch like me?!”

Rayleigh laughs from across the fire “She’s not like you, Luffy. She's basically a war machine now.”

Luffy tilts his head “That’s sad.”

Impel Down – Level 6, Hidden Room

You stand over a rebel leader, blood pooling on the floor.

“Good,” Drayke says through her comm “Leave no trace. Return for recalibration.”

You turn to leave, but something on the prisoner’s jacket catches your eye.

A small pin. A broken symbol. An old pirate jolly roger. It’s familiar.

You don’t know why but you kneel down, fingers brushing the worn cloth, as something in your chest twists.

A campfire. A boy with a slingshot. A reindeer with wide, teary eyes. Laughter.

You jerk back, eyes wide behind the mask “What was that?”

Two Years Later - Sabaody Archipelago

The sea smells like salt and blood.

You stand stiffly on the deck of the government ship, black mask fixed over your face, mechanical arm humming quietly. Behind the mask, your heart feels cold. Heavy.

The voice buzzes in your ear “Mission: Eliminate the Strawhat Pirates. Neutralize any other threats.”

You nod once, sharp “Understood.”

The ship docks silently and you jump off without a word, disappearing into the crowd.

Nami and Usopp walk quickly through the thick crowds, keeping their heads low.

“You sure it’s this way?” Usopp whispers nervously.

“Yeah,” Nami mutters “Shakky’s bar should be close—”

She stops dead.

Ahead, a group of pirates blocks the path. Rough-looking men. One of them is dressed ridiculously like Nami, down to the orange wig.

“Hey, hey, look at these cuties,” one of the fakes sneers “Where ya rushing off to?”

Nami grits her teeth “Move.”

The fake Nami shoves her hard “Make me, sweetheart.”

Before Usopp can react, a shadow drops between them. Heavy boots slam into the ground. A figure, all black armor and shining metal, stands there.

You.

The Winter Soldier.

The thugs laugh, until you move.

A brutal punch knocks the fake Nami out cold.

The other pirates don’t even have time to scream before you take them down with smooth, efficient blows. No wasted motion. No mercy.

Nami and Usopp stare, wide-eyed. The street falls dead silent.

You turn your masked face toward them.

No words.

No threat.

Just silence as the two Strawhats freeze.

Usopp’s voice trembles “T-thank you…?”

You say nothing.

Nami grabs Usopp’s sleeve “RUN!” she hisses.

They sprint away.

You stand there, unmoving, just watching them disappear into the trees.

You could have chased, but you don’t. Something in your chest aches, and you don’t know why.

Shakky’s Bar

The Strawhats start gathering inside the bar.

Zoro leans against a wall. Franky orders drinks. Robin smiles softly. Brook hums a tune. But the air feels… wrong.

“They should be here by now” Nami says, pacing.

Usopp wipes sweat off his forehead “You guys. We saw someone scary out there. I think… it was her. That assassin the whole world’s been talking about.”

Nami shudders “Yeah. She saved us. But she was terrifying.”

Chopper clutches his bag “Isn’t she working for the government…?”

Nobody has real answers. Only dread. Only waiting.

Meanwhile — Grove 34

Marine soldiers scatter like bowling pins as Luffy punches through them easily, grinning wide.

“Man, you guys are weak!” he laughs.

He turns the corner and freezes.

You stand there, waiting. Black mask. Cold metal arm. Heavy silence.

You don’t speak. You rush him.

Luffy grins, slipping into Gear Second, pink steam curling off him. But his smile fades when he sees your eyes through the slits of your mask. Empty. Hollow.

You clash. Fist against fist. Rubber against steel.

The street cracks under the force of your hits.

“You’re strong!” Luffy yells, blocking another strike.

But then he ducks under your punch and with a sudden roar, he slams his fist straight into your mask.

The metal splits and the mask breaks off, clatters to the ground.

You stand there, gasping softly, face bare under the sunlight.

Your face.

Scarred. Pale. Tired.

The other Strawhats arrive, running after the noise and they all skid to a stop when they see you.

Dead silence.

Luffy stares at you, his mouth hanging open. His fists lower. His heartbeat screams in his ears.

“Y…Y/N…?”

Nami covers her mouth “No…”

Chopper’s eyes fill with tears “It’s her! It’s really her!!”

Sanji falls to his knees, sobbing heart-shaped tears “A goddess! And it’s OUR Y/N!!”

Robin’s eyes go wide in quiet shock. Franky clutches his huge hands over his mouth. Brook stares, frozen.

You blink at them confused.

You step back, raising your weapon again “Who’s y/n? I don’t know you.”

The words feel wrong on your tongue.

Luffy steps forward slowly, like approaching a wild animal.

“You’re my friend,” he says, voice rough and low “You’re my nakama. You’re part of our family.”

You hesitate.

Some random images flash in your mind.

Your grip tightens. Your orders scream in your mind: Eliminate them.

You attack.

The fight is brutal.

You move like a ghost, precise and devastating. But your strikes aren’t as strong anymore. Your hand shakes once when you aim at Nami. You freeze when Chopper cries your name.

Luffy blocks, dodges, and refuses to hit you hard. His voice breaks every time he calls your name.

“Come back...” he pleads.

“Wake up!” he begs.

Your body moves automatically, but inside, you are screaming.

In a desperate move, you throw a smoke bomb to the ground to blind them.

You retreat. Not because you were ordered to but because something inside you felt like breaking.

You stumble onto the ship, heart pounding.

Memories hit you like waves.

You fall to your knees in the empty hall, breathing hard.

“Luffy…” you whisper.

You don’t hear the footsteps behind you.

The scientists grab you and drag you to the white room. Cold metal cuffs slam around your wrists.

One scientist squints at you.

“What did you say?” he demands.

You clench your jaw. But it’s too late. They heard.

The lead scientist sighs coldly “She’s remembering. Begin full brainwash protocol.”

You struggle. You fight against the straps “Please! I don’t want to forget—!” you scream, thrashing.

The machine hums louder.

“You don’t need memories,” the doctor says flatly “You need orders.”

Tears prick your eyes as the sedation hits you.

The last thought in your mind before the darkness swallows you whole... I have to find them. I have to remember. I have to go bac home.

As the smoke clears. The mask lies broken in the dust. The air still hums with tension, but you’re gone.

The Straw Hat crew stands frozen in the middle of the wrecked street, staring at the empty space where you once stood.

No one says anything.

Chopper’s small voice finally breaks the silence.

“…She ran away.”

Robin steps forward slowly, picking up the shattered piece of your mask. The black metal is cracked, still warm.

She studies it with sad eyes.

“It was her,” she murmurs “All along.”

Usopp gulps “The Winter Soldier… that assassin everyone’s been talking about… that was Y/N?”

Franky clenches his fists “No wonder she was so strong.”

Sanji exhales a puff of smoke shakily, eyes low “Two years. That’s how long she’s been… gone.”

They walk slowly back to Shakky’s bar, the mood heavy like storm clouds. Inside, silence falls again.

Then Nami speaks.

“I should’ve known it was her.”

She sits down hard, shaking her head.

“When she saved us earlier, I didn’t… I didn’t recognize her. But the way she stood. The way she moved. It felt familiar. And I ignored it.”

Usopp adds, guilt in his voice, “Her eyes… They looked empty. She didn’t even blink. Like she wasn’t even… human anymore.”

“She was scared,” Chopper whispers, tears sliding down his cheeks “Even though she didn’t show it. I could feel it.”

Zoro leans against the wall, jaw tight “They must’ve brainwashed her. Tortured her. Trained her like a weapon.”

Luffy doesn’t say a word.

He’s sitting at the bar, hunched over, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles have gone white.

Robin turns to him gently “Luffy…”

He doesn’t look up.

“For a second I thought she was dead.”

His voice is low. Quiet. Broken.

“After I broke that mask her eyes felt nothing like our y/n.”

He slowly lifts his head. His eyes are red, jaw tight with emotion.

“But she’s still y/n. They turned her into that but she hesitated.”

“They stole her from us,” Luffy growls “They made her forget us.”

Nami looks up, blinking back tears “What do we do now?”

Luffy stands “We go get her.”

Everyone looks up.

Robin nods “They won’t let her go easily.”

“I don’t care,” Luffy says, voice firm now “She’s our nakama.”

“She probably doesn’t even remember us fully...” Usopp mutters.

“She doesn’t have to,” Luffy replies “I remember her.”

The room goes quiet.

Zoro smirks “Then we break in. We take her back.”

Sanji flicks his lighter “Hell yeah we do.”

Brook plays a low note on his violin “Let’s bring our friend home.”

Meanwhile, your body lies strapped down in the cold lab room.

Machines buzz around you. Wires in your head. Drugs in your veins. But somewhere deep inside your mind, something fights.

You stand in a white, empty space.

Alone.

Then “Oi! Don’t eat all the meat!”

Laughter.

“I’ll patch you up, just stop moving!”

“You’re one of us now, dummy!”

Voices. Memories. Echoes of who you were.

You stumble forward. The ground starts shaking. The white fades.

A hand reaches for you through the dark.

It’s Luffy’s.

“Come back” he says softly.

Some days later, the alarms blare. Explosions rock the outside of the base.

Marines run through the halls in panic “We’re under attack!!”

Outside Luffy crashes down through a wall, fist first.

“Y/N!!!”

The Strawhats have come.

Your eyes snap open.

Lights above. Cold metal around your wrists and ankles. Straps tighten across your body.

The head scientist leans over you, calm as ever.

“They’ve come for you.”

Your breath hitches.

You don’t ask who. You already know.

“Kill them all” he says.

A command.

Your programming obeys. A new steel mask is replaced. The black suit sealed. Your left arm whirs to life.

You stand up, empty inside.

The Straw Hats move like fire through the base.

Zoro cuts through waves of marines, swords flashing. Robin breaks them apart with giant phantom arms. Sanji kicks his way through steel walls and floors, growling, “Where is she!?”

Luffy punches another door down “She’s somewhere here. I can feel it.”

They find you in the inner chamber, standing alone, blocking the hallway.

Winter Soldier mode on. Silent. Masked. Deadly.

You raise your weapon, red light glowing on your metal arm.

Luffy stops.

So does the rest of the crew.

You stare at them and they stare back.

You speak first.

“Leave. Or die.”

Zoro doesn’t even flinch “Not happening.”

Your eye twitches behind the mask.

“I said leave.”

You dash forward. Fast.

Your punch aims straight for Sanji’s chest but he doesn’t move. You slam into him and he staggers back, coughing blood, but doesn’t strike back.

You hesitate.

Why didn’t he fight back?

You spin, launching kicks and strikes at Nami, Robin, Usopp... They dodge or take the hit but they don’t attack.

Nami yells, voice shaking, “We’re not gonna hurt you, Y/N!”

You freeze mid-swing.

Luffy steps forward, fists unclenched.

“You can try to kill us,” he says “But we’re not gonna stop until you remember who you are.”

“I know who I am... I’m the Winter Soldier” you reply coldly.

“No” Luffy says.

“You’re Y/N. Our nakama.”

You punch again and again, he takes it. Blood drips from his mouth. Still, he grins.

“Come on,” he says “I know you’re still in there.”

Your vision shakes. A memory flashes. You stumble backward, clutching your head.

“Stop! Stop!!”

Luffy doesn’t stop. He steps closer.

Robin gently calls, “You saved us so many times, Y/N. Let us save you now.”

“Don’t you remember?” Usopp says “You made me that slingshot charm, back on Water 7. You said it’d keep me safe.”

Sanji places a gentle hand on your shoulder “You called us family.”

The words hit like thunder.

You scream.

You drop to your knees.

The pain behind your eyes explodes and the memories rush in.

Every laugh. Every fight. Every hug. Every scar. Every sunset on the Sunny. Every meal Sanji made. Every time Chopper patched you up. Every stupid, perfect moment.

The mask suddenly feels wrong. Tight. Heavy. You rip it off.

Tears streak down your cheeks.

“I remember.”

Luffy holds out a hand to you, grinning through a split lip.

“Welcome back.”

You take his hand and stand up. The mask lies shattered at your feet. Tears drying on your cheeks. The Straw Hats stand beside you.

You don’t feel like the Winter Soldier anymore.

Now, you feel like you.

But the moment is short-lived. Behind you, the reinforced blast doors hiss open.

White coats. Scientists. Dozens of them. Their voices are calm. Clinical.

“She’s unstable.”

“Reactivate the protocol.”

“Sedate her before she infects the others with sentiment.”

You freeze. The crew tenses.

You feel the shift in the air. The pure, boiling rage that radiates from behind you.

Zoro steps forward first. One hand on his sword.

Sanji lights a cigarette. Hands shaking with fury.

Luffy cracks his knuckles “You’re the ones who did this.”

The scientists don’t even flinch.

“She was never yours to begin with.”

Wrong answer.

Zoro unsheathes his sword.

“Zoro—wait—” you try, but it’s too late.

He’s gone. Charging forward with the fury of a storm.

Luffy launches after him.

Sanji’s right behind, kicking straight through the steel wall just to get a shortcut to them.

Franky roars, cannon arm charged.

Brook draws his sword with an eerie silence “You hurt our friend.”

Even Nami gets ready to attack them saying “How dare you doing that to our y/n!”

Usopp, Robin, and Chopper stay behind you, but even they look mad and protective.

You turn to them, breath fast “We can’t let them go too far.”

“They tortured you!” Chopper yells, ears flat, teeth clenched “They hurt you for two years!”

“I know...” you say softly.

Robin’s eyes are hard, but she’s not moving “People like them… they don’t stop unless you make them.”

“They already broke laws” Usopp says “They broke you.”

You step between them and the path ahead.

“I’m not asking you to forgive them. I’m asking you not to become like them.”

Screams echo through the halls.

Zoro’s blade slices through security bots. Sanji kicks a scientist across the room. Luffy punches straight through a wall of machines.

They’re not holding back.

“YOU SHOCKED HER—FOR WHAT?!” Sanji bellows, grabbing a doctor by the collar.

“She was scared, and you punished her?”

Luffy blasts a ceiling open.

Zoro cuts through an entire server bank, sparks flying “You brainwashed her.”

“She’s a person” Franky says, as Nami stands beside him and continue the sentence “She’s not your weapon.”

You land hard in the center of the chaos, skidding between your friends and the scientists. The room is smoke and ruin. Bodies groaning. Fire crackling.

You raise your hands “STOP!!”

They do. Barely.

Luffy stands over a lead scientist, fist drawn back. Shaking with rage.

You step between them.

“Luffy,” you whisper “That’s enough.”

“She crushed your arm, Y/N,” he growls “She erased your name.”

“I know,” you say “And I’m still standing.”

His fist trembles in the air.

“Please,” you whisper “Let me go forward now.”

His arm drops.

Slowly, the others follow. Zoro sheaths his swords with a hard glare. Sanji turns away, biting down on his cigarette so hard it snaps. Franky’s fists stop sparking. And Nami look at you apologetically.

You stand there, panting, eyes wide.

No one speaks.

The scientists back away, terrified now. Not of the fists. But of the silence.

Robin walks over to you slowly. She places a hand on your arm.

“You brought them back” she says.

“Now I remembered who I am,” you whisper “And who I fight for.”

Hours later, the ship is quiet.

You sit on the deck, wrapped in a warm blanket. Chopper’s checked your wounds three times. Sanji made you soup and hasn’t stopped calling you “my dear lost goddess”. Nami prepared you a good warm bath and brushed your hair.

After you get out all clean and dressed as your real usual, Luffy joins you, plopping beside you with his usual grin.

He doesn’t say anything at first.

Just sits.

Then he says “You’re really back now.”

You nod.

“I missed you, Y/N.”

Your chest tightens.

“I missed you too.”

For the first time in years, you feel still. Safe.

Your new arm clicks softly as you lift your drink. It’s light. Comfortable. Yours. Matte black metal with gold lines running through it like veins, designed by Usopp and Franky, who proudly call it “The Strong Arm Mk. I”.

“Mk. II has a built-in slingshot compartment,” Usopp boasts, puffing up “Just in case.”

Franky flips his sunglasses up “And the third one comes with a grappling hook! So you can be SUPER mid-air!”

You laugh “I love it.”

They both beam like kids on Christmas.

Chopper bounds over next, stethoscope in paw “Arm okay? Nerves stable? Circulation’s good?”

You nod, smiling “You’ve checked it twice already.”

He pouts “I just wanna make sure! What if the bone memory causes—”

You hug him before he finishes the sentence.

He squeaks, face turning red “O-okay! You’re fine, you’re fine!”

Later, in the kitchen Sanji won’t stop cooking.

Plates stack up faster than you can eat them: your favorite stew, that spicy rice from Drum Island, a cake that’s somehow in the shape of your arm, and a hot drink with cinnamon swirls on top.

He hovers proudly nearby, heart eyes practically glued to you.

“I’ll make it every day if it makes you smile, mon étoile!”

You snort “You’re gonna spoil me.”

He spins dramatically “Then let me!! You’ve been through hell, now all you get is heaven!”

Brook strums his violin, a slow, sweet tune.

It’s the lullaby you used to hum when you couldn’t sleep.

He doesn’t say anything. Just plays for you.

Robin sits beside you, passing you a book she picked from her personal collection. It’s about strong women who survived and changed the world.

She doesn’t say much either. She doesn’t have to.

You squeeze her hand. She squeezes back.

Nami and Zoro hang back at first.

You find them leaning against the mast, watching the crew buzz around you.

“You okay?” Nami asks quietly.

You nod “I am now.”

Zoro doesn’t look at you, but his voice is low and honest “You scared the hell outta us.”

“I know” you say softly.

“I’m sorry.”

He glances over at last “You don’t have to be. Just don’t vanish again.”

You smile, holding back tears “I won’t.”

Nami smiles back at you “I’m so happy to see you smile again!”

Later that night, Luffy slams his mug down “Alright!! Now that everyone’s back, let’s celebrate!”

The crew cheers.

Meat piles up. Lights string along the mast. Music plays. Laughter fills the air.

You’re laughing too, tears in your eyes, surrounded by your family.

They don’t treat you like you’re broken. They don’t treat you like a weapon.

They treat you like Y/N.

The next morning the sails are up. The wind is perfect. The Log Pose spins confidently.

Nami grins “Let's start, next stop: Fishman Island!”

Luffy points ahead “Full speed!!”

You stand beside him, wind in your hair, new arm gleaming in the sun.

“Let’s go.”

Because this time, you’re not just coming along.

You’re finally home, with them. And the world better be ready.

[zorosangell]

i luv kata & readers family 😭

if u ever wanna.. can u write more of them and their babies pls <3

⛥ﾟ・。 existence

SECRET BONUS/prequel to pocus -- after a long day at the bakery with the kids, you come home expecting to relax, only for a group of rival pirates to break in and try to take them... little do they know katakuri is home, and he is NOT happy.

cw: fluff, comfort, resolved angst, lovesick katakuri, KATAKURI DON'T PLAY ABOUT ANY OF YOU, very much angry grizzly dad, he is thirty-seven, you are thirty-six, soda is thirteen, cocoa is ten, the twins are six, chai is two, mocha is seven months, reader is a sweetheart

"Kuri... I have to go..." you panted, your words swiftly muffled as his lips captured yours in another firm, sensual kiss, forcing you to tighten your hold on his strong shoulders. "M'so late..."

He hummed in response, his calloused hands roaming over the expanse of your back and thighs, tenderly kneading the flesh as you arched into his touch.

Your legs sat on either side of his lap, your ass parked right on top of his crotch as he leaned back against the headboard, claiming all you had to offer.

You were supposed to be at work twenty minutes ago...

"Kuri... the morning rush," you attempted between breaths, your hands sliding down to rest against his toned chest in a limp attempt to push him off. "They need me..."

"They can wait," he growled, throatily, brows furrowing at the idea of interruption.

At his tone, you whined, becoming light-headed as pulled you even closer—if that was even possible—your bodies pressed flush against each other as his hands snuck downwards to massage your hips.

This was the Katakuri you—and only you—had the privilege of seeing.

Tender... warm... needy...

In your presence, the Sweet Commander, pride of the Big Mom Pirates, was gone.

In your presence... he was just Kuri.

The Kuri that looked at you as if the sun rose and set with your smile.

The Kuri that felt as if he couldn't breathe without you near.

The Kuri that would stab himself in the chest if you asked him to—and honestly thank you afterward.

You were his greatest weakness.

You were his greatest strength.

You were his everything.

And, goddammit, you were his wife, so if he felt like kissing you until his lungs collapsed, then he had every right to do so.

"Honey—"

"Do you know what you do to me?" your husband purred, eyes meeting yours in a love-filled haze before trailing down to gaze at the gold band sitting prettily on your manicured ring finger.

He practically groaned at the sight, baffled by his luck.

His wife was the most perfect woman in the whole world... what were the odds?

Forcing himself out of his heated daze, Katakuri tangled his hand in your hair and tugged your head back just enough to open your neck to him.

There, he attached his lips, trailing kisses up and down the column of your throat before assaulting the sweet spot under your jaw, nibbling so softly it dragged a pathetic mewl from your lips.

"My sweet wife... so beautiful... so perfect..."

Smoothly, his hand slithered underneath your shirt to trace mindless patterns over your flesh, his other gently gripping your jaw to resume peppering your lips with kisses.

The more he touched you, the more the time slipped away, your mind too caught up in him, too dizzy to grasp anything else.

It had been a while since you'd seen him so riled up.

And you had to say... you were eating up every second.

Pulling back just enough to feel your heated breaths and bounding heartbeat under his fingertips, your blurred, (e/c) eyes met his crimson ones, their soft and vulnerable glow giving your heart a sharp squeeze.

"Kuri... honey..." you muttered, voice sultry and groggy, "I love you... but I have to go—"

He silenced you with another kiss, you all but melting into it, letting out a sigh that spoke volumes to your poor resolve.

When he parted to bury his face in the crook of your neck, your fingers threaded through the hairs at the nape of his neck, an amused laugh slipping past your lips.

"What in the world has gotten into you?"

"What do you think?"

Suddenly, without warning, he tightened his hold around your waist, forcing you to let out a surprised squeal as he lunged forward and caged you to the bed, crawling on top of your smaller form.

"Katakuri!"

Not wasting a second, he began to trail open-mouth kisses down from the tip of your jaw to the valley of your breasts.

"Your taste... your touch... your scent..." he listed with each kiss, moving like a man crazed. "How do expect me to resist you?"

Before you knew it, he was right before your most intimate place, already tossing your legs over his shoulders and dragging you closer.

Lifting his eyes to you, his gaze zeroed in on yours, looking as if he wanted to devour your body whole.

"How do you expect me to contain myself?"

At such praise, your face burned, stomach aflutter with butterflies and the like.

No man had ever made you feel more desired than your darling husband, and now you were certain no man ever would.

His admiration had you floating higher than the clouds, and suddenly complaisant in whatever he wanted to do to you.

Hooking his finger on your pretty—damp—lace panties, his eyes softened, utterly transfixed as he began to pull them to the side.

"I—"

"MAMA! DADDY!" Cocoa whined, her fists frantically banging on your door. "Soda's chasing me!"

"'Cause you stole my music transponder snail, you little thief! Give it back!" the teen fired back, his footsteps quickly thudding after her.

"EEK!"

"We wanna play, too! Wait for us!" Frappe giggled, running to join them.

"Don't forget Chai!" Latte laughed, lugging the toddler along by his hand.

"Play! Play!" he jumped excited.

At the noise, Mocha was roused from her slumber, her cries rising over the children's squeals of merriment and terror.

The romantic tension fizzled out like a wet candle.

Glancing down at your husband, you flashed him an apologetic smile, his disappointment evident on his face as he dropped his head on your stomach, defeated.

"Next time, my love," you chuckled, sorrily, running your hand through his hair. "Next time."

"Good work, kiddos!" you approved, smiling warmly as you crossed another name off your register book. "We've already finished most of the orders for the day."

"Really?" Frappe and Latte gasped, going on their tippy-toes in an attempt to reach the counter.

"All thanks to my heavy lifting," Soda bragged, proudly, as he re-entered the bakery, carrying two large crates of flour on his shoulders as he headed toward the back.

"Tch. As if," Cocoa scoffed, rolling her eyes as she exited from the back. "You couldn't bake if your life depended on it. I'm the one that made the chocolate-chip cookies for the day. Juliette said they were the best she'd ever tasted."

"Obviously, she was lying, Cuckoo," he stuck his tongue out at her.

"She was not! And quit calling me that!"

"Was too!"

"I don't know, So," you grinned as you turned to Chai, who was sitting on top of the counter, munching on one of Cocoa's cookies. "Chai seems to like them quite a bit."

"They're so good!" Frappe yanked two out of the display case, handing one to her sister.

"Best cookies ever!" Latte agreed.

"Hey, don't steal them out of the display! Those are for the customers!" Soda scolded, dropping the cases.

"They're certainly better than my cookies," you nodded, taking a bite out of one yourself before turning to pat your eldest daughter on the head. "Fantastic job, sweetie."

Cocoa smiled shyly at your praise, resting her hands on her hips with pride.

"Mom, not you, too!" Soda groaned.

"Cookie!" Chai babbled, leaning over to try and feed some to Mocha, who was strapped to your chest.

"No, no, honey," you quickly yanked it up, wagging your finger. "Mocha can't eat those yet. She's too little."

The baby happily cooed at the sight, making grabby hands at her brother and the sweet treat.

"If you guys keep eating, we won't have anything left to serve!"

Just then, the doorbell jingled, the door opening to reveal a man you had never seen before.

He was dressed in all black from head to toe, sunglasses shading his eyes and a black newsboy hat covering his hair.

He looked rather suspect... but then again, you came across loads of seedy characters on this island.

"Welcome to the best bakery in Whole Cake!" you greeted with a smile, resting your hands on the counter. "What can I get for you, sir?"

"Coffee?" Frappe asked.

"Tea?" Latte added.

"Brownies?" Cocoa raised a brow.

"Cookie!" Chai squealed.

Off to the side, Soda's brows furrowed, the boy put off by the man's suspicious aura.

He didn't look like a normal customer.

He was examining.

Sure, his eyes couldn't be seen through the sunglasses, but Soda could tell that the man was memorizing each and every one of their faces.

'The hell...?'

"Black tea is fine," he muttered, finally reaching the counter.

"Of course," you nodded, turning to Frappe and Latte, "You girls got this?"

"Yuh-huh!"

"You got it!"

Quickly, they scurried off to brew the man's drink, giggling all the way.

"That'll be 550 berries, mister," Cocoa rang him up.

"Here."

He placed 20000 berries on the counter, before quickly turning around to walk out.

"Um... I think this is too much," Cocoa scrunched her nose, confused.

"Sir! You overpaid by a whole lot!" you called, concerned, as you held up the money.

"Keep the change," he shoved a hand in his pocket, using the other to push open the door.

"But what about your tea?" Cocoa asked.

But he had already left, turning to walk down the street like nothing happened.

Brows furrowed, Soda leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest with a scowl.

'Weird...'

That night, you laid comfortably in yours and your husband's shared bed, sleeping soundly in his embrace as he remained the big spoon—like he always did.

His strong arms held you firmly in his grasp, keeping your back flush against his bare chest as he buried his face in your neck.

All was calm within the house... until it wasn't.

In an instant, Katakuri was violently jolted awake by his haki, eyes wide.

'No!'

Abruptly, he sat up in bed, effectively startling you out of slumber.

"Honey...? What's—?"

Your sentence was cut off by a blood-curdling shriek, one riddled with fear.

Petrified, your eyes shot wide, able to distinguish that sound from anywhere.

"Cocoa!" you shouted, a heavy pit of terror sinking into your stomach.

The scream was followed by the sound shattering of glass and tussling punches, thuds and splintering wood following that.

"Stay here!" Katakuri barked, instantly jumping out the bed and rushing toward the door, blowing it off the hinges with a punch before sprinting out the room.

Pumping his arms, he made a mad dash for the Cocoa and the twin's room, having never moved so fast in all his life.

Within his mind's eye, all he could see was the worst case scenario.

His sons... dead.

His girls... taken.

His wife... he'd rather not say.

How the intruders got past the gates, he had no idea.

But he knew for certain that the moment he got his hands on them, they would be wishing they'd never even stepped foot on the island.

Reaching girls' room, the broke down the door with his shoulder—as if it were nothing but a toothpick—eyes blazing with fury at the sight he was met with.

The twins sobbing as they cowered in the corner together, terrified by the gang of pirates sneering at them.

Cocoa standing in front of them protectively, eye dark and swollen with a bruise—as if she had been punched in the face.

Soda hoisted in the hair by his neck, brows furrowed as he glared down at the man holding him, a steady stream of blood trickling down his temple.

"Big brother!" Frappe and Latte cried, clutching each other tighter.

"Soda!" Cocoa sniffled, attempting to keep on a brave face.

"Bastards..." Soda spat between gritted teeth, still attempting to remain strong despite the throbbing in his head—he had been smashed through the dresser, hence the splintering wood. "Keep your filthy hands off my sister."

At his feet, over half of the crew was unconscious, some beaten, and some with their eyes rolled over white.

'Conqueror's...'

"Ugly little brat bit me!" the man holding him spat, glancing down at his free arm which was gushing blood. "Those monstrous fuckin' teeth!"

That comment sent Katakuri over the edge.

Not wasting another second, he shot a mochi appendage directly at the pirate's arm, hardening it with haki and forcing him to drop his son.

"Dad!" Soda winced, thankful.

"Daddy!" Cocoa and the twins cried, relieved.

"Oh, shit! It's Charlotte Katakuri!" one of the pirates shouted, trembling with fear.

"You didn't check who the bitch was married to?!"

"I didn't think it'd be him!"

"Children," Katakuri's voice carried over it all, dangerously low and calm. "Shut your eyes... Now."

Quickly, the girls slapped their hands over their eyes, Soda screwing his shut.

And the moment he was sure their innocence was protected, he went absolutely fucking berserk, creating a small mochi room within the bedroom in order to contain the blood splatter.

And, to save you the gory details—which, believe me, they are gory—I'll describe the scene as this.

Each and every one of those pirates were completely unrecognizable and in several different pieces by the end of their beat-down, the Sweet Commander doing so with his bare hands—sans haki.

When he emerged and dissipated the room—bloodless, as the mochi had sopped it all up—he was met by four pairs of glassy eyes, though Soda would never admit it.

"Kids!" you panicked, rushing into the room, utterly relieved to see they were all right.

Reaching them, you fell to your knees, sobbing uncontrollably as you pulled the four into your embrace.

"Mama!" the girls cried, burying their faces in your chest, sobbing themselves.

"Oh, my babies!" you clutched them tight, peppering their faces with kisses. "I'm so glad you're safe!"

As you trailed over each one, you came across Cocoa's shiner, nearly breaking down at the sight.

"Co!" you cupped her face, your tears becoming more intense.

"Don't worry, Mama..." she attempted to smile through the pain, resting her hands on your wrists. "It's not too bad."

Her words sent a sharp spear of pain through Katakuri's heart, reminding him of the same words said to him when Brûlée had been hurt.

He had failed yet again, only this time his daughter was the one to pay the price.

"M'sorry, Mom," Soda winced, propping himself up against your body, leaning his bloody head against your shoulder. "I... tried to stop them."

"Don't you dare apologize," you cupped his face as well, swiping the blood away from his forehead and snuggling him close. "You did amazing, my son. I'm so proud."

Just then, another surge of observation haki snatched Katakuri out of his thoughts.

'The nursery!'

He turned around at breakneck speed, bolting out the room just as the two youngest began to wail.

"Mocha!" Soda called, eyes wide as he painfully sat up.

"Chai!" Cocoa gasped, worried.

"Oh, God," you began to panic, lip quivering as you circled your arms around all four of them, protectively.

Quickly moving next door, Katakuri burst through the doorway, only to see that there was a straggler from the pirate crew attempting to sneak out the window with Chai and Mocha in his arm.

"Dada!" Chai cried, banging his tiny fists against the man's shoulder.

Brows furrowed, Katakuri sent out two mochi arms, snatching his children out the pirate's grasp before pulling them back, using a mochi appendage sprouting out of his leg to grab the man by his neck and yank him closer.

"The name of your crew," Katakuri spat, cutting directly to the chase as he plopped Chai on top of his shoulder, before grabbing the man's face and pressing his thumb harshly against his socket. "Or your eyeballs are going first."

"T-The Greybeard Pirates! We're the Greybeard Pirates!" the man blubbered, utterly terrified by the look on your husband's face. "Please don't kill me, man! I was just following orders!"

But the general couldn't have cared less, two mini mochi arms rising out of his shoulder to cover Chai and Mocha's eyes before he shoved his thumb through the pirate's eye and effectively into his brain, killing him.

Flippant, he dropped him with a sick thud, bending over to wipe his bloody finger off on the man's coat before he removed his children's blindfolds, turning to return to you.

"Dada!" Chai grinned, the boy's tiny hand patting his father's cheek.

At the sight, Katakuri smiled, leaning into his son's touch.

"Yes..." he nodded, warmly. "Dada."

Even Mocha was smiling a gummy smile, her large eyes staring up at her father with wonder.

And the man couldn't help but allow his heart to swell.

These children were his lifeblood, parts 1-7 of his reasons for living—including you—and he knew it'd be a cold day in hell before he ever let anyone take that away from him.

He tore men apart with his bare hands today, no mochi or haki involved, and he didn't even flinch.

But he'd do it all a thousand times over again if he had to.

This instance wasn't a wake up call, but rather a reminder of just what he was capable of doing when your lives were hanging in the balance.

Which was just about any and everything.

Finally returning to the girls' room, he was met by your watery expression, your body nearly collapsing into Soda's with relief.

"My babies..." you hiccuped, holding your arms out as he padded forward, placing them in your grasp. "Oh, my babies..."

"Mama!" Chai smiled, rubbing his nose into your cheek.

Mocha babbled incoherently, though you were sure it was positive by the way she was giggling.

Warily, Katakuri approached, not wanting to make the situation worse with his imposing presence.

He figured he looked pretty scary himself—chest heaving from residual rage, blood stains on the carpet in his wake.

But, to his surprise, it was actually quite the opposite.

The moment he knelt down to your level, you and all the kids threw your arms around him, tackling the man to the ground in a silent bear hug.

His breath hitched, not at all expecting the reaction, but he hugged back anyway, pulling all of you closer.

The kids buried their faces into Katakuri's side, wrapping their arms around the man's torso to the best of their little ability.

You rested your head on his shoulder, cheeks red and blotchy as you melted against him, your hand resting softly against his chest while the other cradled Mocha.

Like a spotty drizzle, he felt a few stray tears land on his collarbone, forcing him to turn to their source, only to see you look up at him with your beautiful eyes, all glassy with relief.

'Fuck...'

If there was one thing he couldn't take, it was your tears.

Though, despite what he originally thought, you managed to crack a small smile, only able to muster three steady words:

"I love you."

BONUS !!

After you all remained in each other's embrace for a long while, you took the children to sleep with you in yours and Katakuri's bed, while the man himself left downstairs to make a call.

"Oven," he spoke, voice calm but deadly sharp as he placed the transponder snail down on a coffee table, freeing his hands to tug on his leather vest. "I need you to send Cracker to my house on Komugi Island immediately. Then round up Smoothie, Peros, Daifuku, Snack, Amande, and Brûlée to meet in the Mirro-World."

Groggily, the man on the other side groaned, sitting up in bed and turning toward his clock which said 4:00 am.

"Okay... any particular reason why?" Oven asked, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to wake up.

"A group of thugs just broke into my house and attempted to kidnap my children."

Audibly, your brother-in-law did a spit take, utterly baffled.

"Are you serious?! Are they—?!"

"They're fine. I handled the group myself," Katakuri answered, wrapping his scarf around his mouth. "But apparently there's more of them. They sail under the name of the Greybeard Pirates."

Oven's brows furrowed, the man abruptly standing from his bed with a pissed-off look.

"I see... I take it you have a plan then?"

Deadly sure, Katakuri nodded, storing Mogura—his trident—within his mochi before picking up the transponder snail once more, the look in his eyes more murderous than it had ever been.

"Yes... we are going to enter their ship and completely wipe them from existence."

[tomshivbaby]

c

[orangeflowerr]

zoro with a clingy s/o? almost like luffy that just likes to hang on him or be on him at all times

[TOGETHER]

Synopsis: zoro x reader, fluff, reader is clingy towards him and he pretends to be annoyed. thanks so much for your request, I hope I did it justice! gif isn’t mine credits to the creator!

Zoro was not a man who enjoyed the affection of others but ever since you came along his tolerance only slightly increased. there wasn’t a moment in the day when you weren’t clinging onto some part of him. whether that be an intertwined pinky or hanging from his muscular arms.

As the Going Merry sailed the waters of the east blue, Zoro was lazing around at the bottom of the masts. arms resting on the nape of his neck, you were nestled beside him, one arm tracing shapes on his clothen chest and the other wrapped around his bicep.the green haired man huffed in feigned annoyance as you cling to him. although his body language said otherwise as his eyes closed at the sensation. he actually enjoyed the clinginess you displayed, missing it when you let go for just a second. he believed a level of stoicism should be maintained so as not to show how vulnerable he really could be. the only person who he entrusted with that side of himself was you, it was shown on rare occasions and today was one of those.

“I’ve gotta get up now.”

Zoro said as he tried to get up, your arm was entangling around him, entrapping him to the floor, so he couldn’t so much as sit up.

“Five more minutes.”

“No.”

He made another attempt albeit it was weak. he had no intention of getting up just yet, he just wanted to see you look at him with those pleading eyes.

“Please!”

you begged, looking at him with those eyes knowing he’d give in. your plan had worked or so you thought as he’d given up the fight ages ago.

“Fine, but no more than five minutes.”

wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer so you were practically on top of him. it was safe to say you both stayed like that a lot longer than five minutes.

Authors note: this is my first request and if anyone has any others feel free to send them! I’ll try to get to them as quickly as possible. proofread but there still might be mistakes. feedback is appreciated! 💗

[runawaymarbles]

A second signal chat has hit the pentagon

[squirrelstone]

Shoutout to the pope for going straight to god to tell on JD Vance

[bakkfity]

Slave Rosinante AU

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Sorry for the late update... I know it is not logical and it doesn't even make much sense, but my previous posts received so much attention that I just felt like I couldn't create anything that could live up to them. I'm not completely satisfied with this page either, but this is the best I can do at the moment. I hope there will still be someone who likes it.

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