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Busted! (Secret Relationship) 2.0

what if the two of you are in a secret relantionship and suddenly everyone start to realize something is going on?

gn!reader

characters: luffy, sabo, kid, shanks, bartolomeo

(zoro, sanji, law, koby, ace)

a/n: sorry about the barto one, I got out of ideas but needed a 5th character...

words count: around 0.8k - 1.5k each

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── .✦ Luffy:

You sit at the far end of the Sunny’s deck, legs dangling over the side. The sea sparkles in the sun, and the wind plays with your hair. Luffy is across from you, lying on his back with his hat over his face.

You glance at him for the third time in one minute.

He lifts the hat just a bit “You’re staring again” he says with a grin.

“I’m not” you lie, too fast.

“You are.” Luffy sits up, stretching “Why?”

“Because you’re weird” you say, kicking the air with your feet.

Luffy laughs “That’s true! Can I kiss you?”

You smile, but quickly turn away when you hear footsteps. Sanji walks by with a tray of drinks. He looks at you, then at Luffy, then back at you. He squints.

“Something wrong with your face, Sanji?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

He frowns “No. Just… never mind. Dinner is almost ready.” He walks off.

You glance at Luffy. He’s watching you now.

“Do you think he knows?” you whisper.

Luffy shrugs “Maybe. But who cares?”

“I care! We said we’d keep this a secret, remember? You’re our captain, they will think I get favouritism or something.”

He pouts “I show favoritism to every single one of them. None of you even call me Captain… Who else in the world is a captain but isn’t even called ‘Captain’ by his own crew? Just me! And I really want to tell them.”

“We can’t” you say, standing up “Not yet. It’ll be weird. They’ll tease us forever.”

Luffy tilts his head “So?”

“So… I like it like this. Just us.”

He grins again and nods “Okay, okay. Just us. I like this too.”

But then Usopp yells from the other side of the ship, “Luffy! Why were you smiling like that? Did you eat something without me?!”

Luffy shouts back, “No! Mind your business for once!”

You giggle.

He looks at you, serious for a second “They’re gonna find out.”

“You’re a terrible liar but if we’re careful we can at least have some more time.” you say.

But even as you say it, you know its just a matter of days before Luffy will “accidentally” expose you.

“DINNER IS READY!”

Everyone is gathered around the table, plates stacked high with meat, rice, and bread. Sanji’s outdone himself again. Luffy is already three plates in, sauce all over his face and hands.

You’re chewing on a piece of pizza when a bit of sauce drips onto your chin.

Without even thinking, Luffy leans across the table with a napkin he just stole from Nami and wipes it away gently.

“Messy” he mumbles smiling at you, like it’s normal.

Everyone freezes.

Nami slowly lowers her fork. Zoro raises an eyebrow. Usopp’s mouth falls open.

Sanji blinks “What the hell was that?”

Luffy freezes like a statue, still holding the napkin mid-air.

You feel your soul leave your body.

“Are you two…” Nami starts, squinting hard, “…dating?”

Luffy sits up fast, and stay still like he’s got caught in the middle of stealing all the food.

Then he suddenly snaps “Absolutely fucking not! Why would you even think that?!”

Silence.

You blink.

Zoro tilts his head “You sure? ‘Cause that was some weird-ass behavior.”

“Yeah, dude,” Usopp adds “You never wipe anyone’s face. You don’t even wipe your own face.”

Nami who is still shocked “Did… did he just say absolutely fucking not?”

Luffy looks like a deer caught in a very obvious lie.

Your eye twitches.

You sigh, lean back in your chair, and say, “Yes… yes. We’re dating. That lie was so bad I can’t even pretend anymore.”

Nami chokes on her drink. Brook lets out a dramatic gasp. Chopper claps his hooves together.

All while you whisper “Stupid me, I even thought the worst scenario was you finding out in the next few days.”

Luffy looks at you, then back at them “Wait—so we’re telling them now?”

“No, you! You told them by being the worst liar I’ve ever seen.”

He scratches his head “Oops.”

“You literally said ‘absolutely fucking not’, not really in character from you, don't you think?”

He grins “I panicked…That made it more dramatic, right?”

Sanji stands up like he’s about to give a whole speech “When did this start? How long have you been hiding this from your family?”

You groan. Luffy laughs. Everyone starts shouting questions at once.

He leans over and nudges you with his elbow “Hey. At least it’s not a secret anymore. And they don't seem to mind it at all! You were so scared for nothing, look at them!”

You shove a piece of bread in his mouth “You owe me so many meat dinners.”

He just grins wider and keeps eating like nothing happened but with a grin that actually says everything happened.

── .✦ Sabo:

It’s quiet after dinner. The hum of HQ fades beneath the warm weight of Sabo’s arms around you. You’re curled up in his lap on the couch in his room, legs tangled, his coat draped over both of you like a blanket. He’s kissing you softly, lazily, like the world doesn’t need saving for just a few hours.

“You always smell like smoke” you whisper, nose brushing his.

Sabo chuckles, pressing another kiss to your cheek “And you smell like peace. So I guess we’re even.”

You smile, fingertips trailing the line of his jaw, just about to kiss him again when BANG. The door flies open.

Hack stands there. Eyes wide. Mouth slightly open. Absolutely regretting everything.

“…Oh...” he says flatly.

You launch upright, nearly taking the coat with you.

“WAIT—!”

But Sabo, not missing a beat, still lazily cradling your waist, says in a perfectly deadpan voice “Close the door. We’re not done yet.”

Hack’s brain visibly short-circuits.

He backs out slowly like he’s seen the gates of hell.

“Yup. Nope. Didn’t see anything. I need bleach. Where’s the bleach.”

The door clicks shut.

Silence.

You collapse against Sabo, face buried in his chest.

He just laughs, fingers drawing gentle circles on your back.

“Hack’s probably going to meditate in a cold stream after this.”

The next morning Koala kicks open your cabin door “Rise and shine, lazyass—training starts in twen—”

She stops.

Empty bed. No note. No sign of life.

Her eye twitches.

Cut to: Sabo’s room. She barges in without knocking.

“What the hell, have you seen—oh my GOD!”

You’re in Sabo’s bed. In his shirt.

He’s sleepily spooning you, arm wrapped tight around your waist, chin nestled in your hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Koala freezes.

You freeze.

Sabo doesn’t move a muscle. Just groans, nuzzles into you, and pulls you back down under the covers.

“…So that’s why you’re both always smiling at morning drills” Koala mutters.

You peek over Sabo’s shoulder, hair a mess, whispering “Hack didn’t lock the door.”

Koala just turns on her heel “Unbelievable. I’m calling Dragon. You two need supervised training from now on.”

You’re both trying so hard to keep it a secret even now.

Swearing up and down: No more getting caught. No more accidental cuddling in public. No more open doors. NO MORE SPOONING IN SABO'S SHIRT WHILE KOALA SCREAMS.

And yet...

After a brutal training session, you’re the last two stragglers left on the field. The sun's setting, sweat gleaming on both of you, breath still heavy from sparring.

Sabo tosses his gloves aside, runs a hand through his messy, damp hair, and looks at you like you're made of starlight and rebellion.

He steps closer.

You’re flushed, smiling, practically glowing from the adrenaline.

He reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek.

"Nobody’s here," he murmurs, a little breathless “Just one kiss.”

You’re this close. This close. Lips nearly touching—BOOM.

Ivankov struts around the corner like they owns the damn place, fanning dramatically.

“OH honey, if you’re gonna get sweaty together, at least invite me to watch!”

You and Sabo JUMP apart like you’ve been electrocuted.

Sabo coughs violently and turns beet red while you trip over your own foot trying to act like you were doing literally anything else.

Ivankov is grinning like the cat who caught the canoodling lovebirds “You two are about as subtle as a sea king in a bathtub.”

Ivankov winks and keeps walking like nothing happened.

Sabo is frozen. You’re wheezing from secondhand embarrassment.

“…We suck at this.” you mutter.

Sabo just covers his face and groans, “I’m never going to hear the end of all this.”

By now, literally everyone has caught you and Sabo in some weirdly intimate moment, except for one man, Monkey D. Dragon. And that’s how the betting pool was born.

It started with Koala dropping 50 berries on “He finds them mid-make-out in the strategy room.”

Hack went in on “One of them slips up and calls the other ‘babe’ during a mission brief.”

Even Ivankov scribbled down “Sabo gets distracted by Y/N’s ass mid-battle. Dragon walks up behind him.”

There’s a whiteboard hidden in the break room with all their bets.

In all this you and Sabo are sitting on a bench overlooking the cliffside near HQ, pretending to "review maps". The sun is golden, the breeze is soft, and Sabo’s hand is definitely resting a little too high on your thigh for this to be strictly cartographic.

Sabo chuckles, tilting his head toward the training grounds “Koala’s been pointing at us through binoculars for the last ten minutes.”

You glance over and she waves. So does Ivankov, who is literally holding a notepad that says “DRAGON CATCHES THEM: THURSDAY AT 14:37”.

You groan, burying your face in Sabo’s shoulder “This is humiliating.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your hair “We could just tell him and so they'll stop.”

You both pause.

Then simultaneously say, “Nope.”

The next day, it’s supposed to be a standard mission call. Everyone’s focused, the mission is critical, and everything is tense.

Suddenly, in the middle of all the seriousness, something goes wrong. You’re trying to navigate a tricky situation on the field, and you have to quickly adjust your position, which means you shift out of the line of communication for a second.

Sabo watches, trying to get your attention, then blurts out, completely unintentionally “Careful, babe.”

The whole call goes silent. The Den Den Mushi crackles with static, and suddenly, everyone on the call freezes.

Dragon (deadpan, calm as ever) “...What did you just say, Sabo?”

You immediately go white and you whip around to look at Sabo with wide eyes, panic setting in. You can hear Ivankov’s voice in the background, already laughing.

You “SABO, ARE YOU DUMB?!”

Sabo turns a brilliant shade of red "I—I didn’t mean—"

Everyone on the call is absolutely losing it.

Koala, trying to hold back laughter “Oh my God. Did you—did you just call them babe?!”

Hack, in the most deadpan voice ever “I won, right? I absolutely won this bet.”

You’re trying to keep your cool, but you can’t. You can’t. You cover your face, groaning.

Dragon, ever the calm voice in the storm, but with a clear edge of irritation “Next time, keep the personal affections off the mission calls. You're lucky this wasn’t an urgent situation. We almost got compromised.”

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You glance at Sabo, who looks like he’s about to combust.

You, exasperated “Sabo, f***, you made me get scolded! This is so embarrassing!”

Sabo, still trying to apologize “I—I didn’t mean it like that! It was just a slip—”

But the damage is already done.

Dragon, his voice slightly dry “We’ll talk about this later. Focus on the mission. And next time—be more professional.”

As the call ends, the atmosphere is tense. You and Sabo are left standing there, feeling like two complete idiots.

Later that day, the break room is chaos. Hack is smugly holding up his winnings from the betting pool. Koala is still laughing, and Ivankov is offering “support” by teasing Sabo non-stop.

You, on the other hand, are doing your best to avoid eye contact with everyone as Sabo sulks in the corner.

You, barely holding it together “I hate you right now. I really do.”

Sabo “I swear, I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t mean to, but you’re still an idiot.”

Sabo rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly “…I deserve that.”

── .✦ Kid:

You don’t really think much of it the first time.

A small, clumsily wrapped package left outside your room on the Victoria Punk. The paper’s crinkled like it was balled up five times before someone gave up and tied it with rough twine.

Inside a shiny little trinket you’d mentioned wanting in passing weeks ago.

You raise a brow but say nothing. Maybe someone’s just being nice.

Then it happens again. And again.

Each gift is messy but thoughtful, like someone’s trying to be sweet. A handmade weapon accessory here. Your favorite snacks there. One day, a scrawled note reads, “Don’t let anyone else have this. It’s for you only” not signed.

The crew notices. Of course they do.

Heat starts humming “Someone’s got a secret admirer~.”

Wire goes like “Who even knew you liked that kind of thing?”

Killer, raising a brow behind his mask “...It’s weirdly specific, though. Whoever it is knows you pretty well.”

You try to play it off, but the teasing doesn’t stop. It only gets louder. More obnoxious.

Kid, arms crossed, leaning against the railing “Tch. Who cares? Buncha idiots drooling over gifts like teenagers.”

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

He's unbothered. Disinterested. Completely unfazed.

That night, when the ship’s quiet and everyone’s turned in, you knock on his door. He opens it in a loose tank top and sleep-rumpled hair, eyes narrowing.

“What.”

You cross your arms “Are the gifts from you?”

He blinks “What?”

“The stuff. The notes. The snacks. You’re the only one who listens that closely.”

A flicker of something passes through his expression, too fast to catch. But then his scowl deepens.

“You think I’ve got time to play secret admirer with you? Hell no.”

You stare at him, caught off guard.

“…You’re serious?”

He scoffs and turns away “Go to sleep. You’re imagining things.”

He slams the door behind him. You’re left in the hall, heart twisting a little. Because he sounded so convincing.

But if it’s not him… Then who the hell is it?

After that night with Kid, you really do try to let it go. But the crew doesn’t.

You can't walk into the mess hall without someone raising an eyebrow or tossing a comment.

Wire leans back in his chair one morning, boots on the table, biting into an apple with a grin “Hey, Y/N, no new packages today? What a tragedy. Guess your mystery lover finally ran out of ideas.”

Heat chuckles, elbowing him “Or maybe they’re just planning something bigger. Like a grand confession. What do you think, huh? Gonna be roses next time?”

You, dryly “Right. I’ll expect fireworks off the port side.”

Killer, voice calm but laced with amusement from beneath the mask “Honestly, I’m more impressed by the consistency. Whoever it is, they’re either very devoted… or very stupid.”

Kid, across the room, is pretending not to hear, arms crossed, eyes on something that doesn't exist. His jaw’s clenched so tight, you can see it from here.

You catch his eye for a second but he looks away fastly.

The next morning, nothing shows up. Then the next. And the next.

You don’t say anything about it. Neither does Kid. But something’s different in the air now, like tension caught in a bottle, just waiting to explode.

One night, you’re lying tangled up together, the hum of the ship quiet around you. He’s half asleep, heavy arm slung across your waist, his hand lazily tracing circles on your skin.

Your head is on his chest, warm and steady.

“…I haven’t gotten any new gifts lately” you mumble, mostly to yourself.

He stiffens just slightly, but doesn’t say a word.

You chew on your lip “Think they found out about us? Maybe they backed off.”

Still nothing.

You lift your head and look at him “You ever think about who it might’ve been? Kinda funny, right? Maybe someone on the crew really had a thing for me.”

Still no response.

You grin a little “What if it was Killer? You think he’s the poetic type? Am I his type?”

Before you can say another word—whump.

A pillow slams into your face, hard enough to make you roll.

“HEY!” you shout, laughing “You absolute brat!”

Kid doesn’t even look guilty.

“You’re annoying” he mutters, but there’s a faint blush rising to his ears. He turns his head, scowling at the ceiling like it insulted him personally.

You smirk, poking him in the side “Ohh, someone’s touchy…”

“I’m throwing you off the bed.”

“You’re not strong enough.”

“Wanna bet?”

Weeks pass.

Everyone moves on. The secret admirer jokes fade. Kid goes back to normal, grumpy, snarky, yours. You figure that weird little mystery chapter is just done.

Until one day, you find a new gift.

Not one of its usual ones, no haphazard twine, no angry handwriting. This one’s clean, careful. Wrapped in deep red paper with a ribbon tied perfectly.

Inside: a carved charm. Elegant. Personal.

The note says “Couldn’t help myself. Thought you’d like this.”

Your heart actually skips a beat.

You march straight to the engine bay, holding it up like evidence. Kid’s elbow-deep in mechanical guts, oil smeared on his hands.

“Hey,” you call “Now... is this from you?”

He glances up, sees the box, and freezes “What the fuck is that?”

“A gift. Someone left it for me. Just now.”

The silence is nuclear.

Then his voice explodes “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

He storms past you like a cannonball with legs, throwing open the engine bay doors and stomping onto the deck.

“ALRIGHT,” he bellows, voice booming across the ship, “WHOEVER THE HELL THINKS THEY CAN FLIRT WITH MY PARTNER—UGH COME SAY IT TO MY FACE!”

Everyone stops what they’re doing.

A wrench drops. Someone chokes on their food. Killer just sighs.

“YOU HEARD ME!” Kid’s pacing like a madman, hair wild, coat half falling off one shoulder “YOU THINK YOU CAN STEAL MY ONE WITH PRETTY RIBBONS?! Y/N IS MINE. MINE!”

You bury your face in your hands and whisper "Please stop, this is really embarassing."

Killer, calmly from the upper deck “Well. That answers that. We all knew the original gifts were from you, Eustass.”

Heat, grinning “Yeah, but I thought he’d last a little longer before breaking.”

Wire, yelling from the mess hall window “PAY UP! I SAID HE’D CRACK WHEN A REAL RIVAL SHOWED UP!”

You’re still standing in the middle of the storm, holding the new gift while your hot-headed boyfriend is screaming at the ocean.

You, deadpan “Great. Now the whole Grand Line knows.”

Kid, turning to you like you betrayed him “WHY WERE YOU SMILING AT IT?!

“Because I thought it was from you again!”

“WELL, IT WASN’T. AND NOW I’M GONNA MURDER WHOEVER THAT WAS.”

The deck is still vibrating from Kid’s volume. He’s stomping around like a territorial lion, red in the face and shouting murder oaths into the wind.

“COME ON! WHO WAS IT?! WHO THINKS THEY’VE GOT A CHANCE?! I’LL BREAK YOUR TEETH IN.”

You’re standing there, clutching the new gift, wondering if you’ll have to tackle him to keep the crew alive.

But then Killer steps forward, calm as ever “Kid.”

Nothing.

Killer raises his voice slightly “Kid!”

That gets through. Kid slows, turns, still wild-eyed “What?! You want me to let someone just—?!”

Killer sighs like he’s been dealing with this since the womb “That gift wasn’t from a rival. It was from us all.”

The entire crew falls silent.

You blink “Wait—what?”

Killer glances at you, then back to Kid, arms crossed “We knew the first gifts were from you. We’ve known for a while.”

Kid opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again “You—WHAT?!”

Heat, leaning against the rail with a huge grin “C’mon. You thought we wouldn’t recognize your handwriting? You write like you’re trying to fight the paper.”

Wire, popping his head out from the doorway “And who else would wrap a gift in metal wire and call it ‘aesthetic’?"

Killer adds “We figured if we pushed you enough, you’d confess eventually. That final gift was just the nudge.”

Kid stares at them like they’ve grown two heads “So it was a trap?!”

Killer, with a shrug “It worked.”

Then Killer turns to you “What we didn’t know was that you two were already together.”

There’s a ripple of surprise through the crew.

Wire nods “Yeah! Let's go back to that because... like... what?”

Heat nods even more dramatically “Yeah! Since when?!”

You, dryly “A few months before the first gift showed up.”

Kid’s jaw tightens like he regrets every decision leading to this moment.

“You guys are the worst” he growls.

Heat, wheezing “We’re the worst?! You’ve been sneaking around and flirting through weapon mods!”

Wire, laughing “AND YOU STILL DENIED IT TO Y/N’S FACE?!”

Kid lets out a sound somewhere between a growl and a scream and turns to you like you’re his last hope of escaping humiliation.

You just grin at him “C’mon, Captain. Let’s go before you combust.”

He’s still grumbling when you tug his arm and drag him below deck, muttering curses under his breath the whole way.

── .✦ Shanks:

The sea is quiet tonight.

The crew laughs near the campfire, their voices loud under the stars. You sit a little away from them, pretending to look at the moon. But really, you’re waiting. Waiting for him.

A warm hand touches your shoulder from behind.

“Miss me?” Shanks whispers, his voice soft like a wave brushing the shore.

You smile without turning “You’re late.”

“I had to talk to Benn. Captain stuff,” he says. Then he leans in close “But I’ve been thinking of you the whole time.”

You giggle, quiet “Liar.”

“I’m a pirate. What did you expect?”

Finally, you turn to him. Shanks is smiling that lazy smile you know too well. His red hair glows under the moonlight. His eyes? All on you.

“Don't look at me like that, someone might see it” you whisper, looking at the crew.

“They won’t,” he says “They’re drunk, loud, and too busy telling stories.”

You glance again. He’s right. No one is looking.

So you let him pull you behind the palm trees. The sand is warm under your feet, and the wind carries the scent of salt and firewood. He sits down and opens his arms.

“Come here.”

You crawl into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He wraps his one arm around your waist, holding you close.

“I missed you today” you say.

“I missed you too” he says. Then he kisses the top of your head “You know what keeps me going?”

“What?”

“This. Just this.”

You press your face into his chest “You’re soft for a pirate.”

He laughs, his chest shaking “Only with you.”

The night is quiet now. Just the waves and the sound of his heartbeat.

He whispers, “One day, when this secret doesn’t have to be a secret anymore… I’ll hold your hand in front of everyone. I’ll kiss you right on the deck.”

You look up at him “Promise?”

“I swear on the one piece.”

You laugh again, and he kisses your nose “That’s a big promise” you say.

“I never break my promises” he says.

And in that moment, under the stars and hidden from the world, you believe him.

It’s late now. The fire has burned low. The crew is asleep, scattered in hammocks or on the beach.

But you’re wide awake.

You stare at the door of his cabin. You know it’s risky. But your heart pulls you there anyway.

You knock once, soft.

The door opens almost instantly. He’s there, sleepy eyes and messy hair. Shirt half buttoned.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks with a small smile.

You shake your head “Can I… stay?”

He doesn’t answer with words. Just steps aside, lets you in, and closes the door behind you.

His room smells like sea salt, old paper, and something that’s just him. It’s small but warm. The bed takes up most of the space.

“You sure you want to risk it?” he teases, pulling the blankets back.

You nod, already crawling in “You’re warm. That’s worth the risk.”

He chuckles, switching off the lantern “Come here then.”

The bed creaks as he joins you. You curl into his chest. His arm wraps around you tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

You whisper into the dark, “I love when it’s just us.”

“I know,” he says, resting his chin on your head “Me too.”

Silence for a moment. Just your breaths, your hearts. Together.

Then he says, quietly, “I always sleep better when you’re here.”

You grin, even though he can’t see it.

“You snore” you whisper.

“Lies.”

“Loudly.”

He laughs, low and soft “I’m a captain. I’m allowed.”

You snuggle closer, legs tangled, warmth everywhere. His hand finds yours under the blanket. Fingers laced, easy and natural.

“Stay every night,” he says, voice almost a mumble now “Even if they find out. Even if it’s chaos. I don’t care anymore.”

“You’ll care when Benn gives you that look” you say.

“I’ll survive it,” he says “I won’t survive not having you.”

You go quiet at that. Because sometimes, he says things that hit your heart like a wave.

“I won’t survive not having you either” you whisper.

He kisses your forehead. Gentle. Safe. Real.

In the morning, the sunlight slips through the cracks in the window, painting golden stripes across the bed.

You stretch, warm and safe, still tucked under Shanks’ arm. He’s already awake, watching you with sleepy eyes and a soft smile.

“Morning” he whispers, brushing hair from your face.

“Morning” you mumble back, voice still scratchy from sleep.

He leans down and kisses your cheek “You drooled a little.”

“Liar.”

“You did.”

You groan, roll over, and bury your face in his pillow “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

You don’t.

But you’re very late.

You were supposed to help Lucky Roux in the kitchen twenty minutes ago. But after all the cuddling and stealing kisses between brushing your teeth and Shanks being distracting (on purpose), you throw on the nearest shirt and rush out the door.

The morning air hits your face. The crew is already up, busy with chores, chatting, moving crates, laughing.

You walk fast, head down, trying not to look guilty. But then someone says behind you, “Hey…”

You freeze.

It’s Yasopp.

He squints, then tilts his head “That shirt looks kinda familiar…”

You look down. Big, red, half-buttoned pirate shirt. Smells faintly like rum and sea and... you.

It’s his shirt.

You force a smile “Oh, really? I, um… I just bought this yesterday in town! Crazy, right?”

Yasopp blinks “It’s just... Shanks has one just like that.”

You laugh. Too loud “That’s so funny! What a coincidence!”

He raises an eyebrow “Uh-huh.”

You start walking again “Okay, bye! Gotta go stir the stew!”

You practically run to the kitchen, slam the door behind you, and press your back to it, heart racing.

Lucky Roux looks up from chopping onions “You okay?”

“Fine! Everything’s fine! Great! Love onions!”

You spend the next hour hiding in the kitchen, trying to look very busy.

You’re scrubbing a spoon like it just insulted your whole family when you hear footsteps outside.

Then, his voice.

“Mmh…”

It’s Shanks.

You freeze.

“I swear I left it here somewhere…” he mumbles, mostly to himself.

Lucky Roux looks up “Captain?”

Shanks scratches his head “My red shirt. The one with the loose buttons? I wanted to wash it but… maybe I already did? Or someone moved it?”

You choke on air.

Lucky Roux’s eyes widen.

You slowly turn, still holding the spoon, sweat forming on your back.

Yasopp walks in right then, and Lucky Roux points at you silently.

Yasopp follows the finger… sees the very red shirt you’re wearing… and his jaw drops.

“Oh… my… GOD.”

You raise your hands like you’re being arrested “I can explain—”

“No no no no, don’t you dare,” Yasopp says, pointing now “This is amazing. Since when?!”

Shanks, confused, looks between you and them “Wait… what’s happening?”

Your face burns “Shanks. This is your shirt.”

He blinks.

Looks at you.

Then at the shirt.

Then back.

“Oh.”

The silence lasts about two seconds.

Then the entire kitchen explodes.

“What the hell?!”

“You two?!”

“I KNEW IT!”

Lucky Roux claps like he just saw a proposal “This is the best day of my life.”

You groan and hide behind a cabinet door.

Shanks laughs, holding up his hands “Okay, okay, okay, you got us.”

Yasopp shouts, “Since when?”

Shanks grins and leans casually against the table “Mmh… A while. Since that one stop in Lougetown.”

“That was months ago!” someone yells.

You peek out, blushing “We were being careful!”

“You wore his shirt” Yasopp deadpans.

Shanks throws an arm around your shoulder “Guess we don’t have to be careful anymore.”

The crew starts chanting something dumb like “KISS KISS KISS!” and you groan again, but Shanks just laughs and plants a quick kiss on your temple, bold and smug.

“Oh you're actually loving all this” you whisper.

“A lot” he whispers back.

── .✦ Bartolomeo:

You didn’t mean to fall for Bartolomeo.

It kind of… just happened.

Between the screaming, the fangirling, the way he glared at anyone who looked at you too long. But somewhere between the nonsense, you found something real.

He loves big. Loud. Unfiltered. But when no one’s watching? He loves so quietly, you can barely believe it’s the same guy.

Right now, you're hiding in the hallway of the ship, tucked behind a stack of crates. Bartolomeo is sitting cross-legged, handing you a rice ball.

“I made it for you!” he says, puffing out his chest “I watched a tutorial. It’s heart-shaped!”

You look down. It’s… more like a lumpy circle, but you smile anyway.

“It’s perfect” you say.

His face turns red “Y/n…” He sways a little, hand over his heart “You’re too kind… I’m gonna DIE!”

You laugh and take a bite.

“Don’t die. You still owe me cuddles tonight.”

“RIGHT. YES. I shall live for the cuddles.”

The secret has stayed safe. So far.

Except today, you dock on an island with a bunch of rowdy pirates who definitely pick a fight before lunch.

You’re in the middle of battle, blocking with a staff, when one pirate gets too close and knocks you to the ground.

You’re fine. A little scratched. But Bartolomeo sees it happen. And then it happens.

He turns.

He screams.

“THAT’S MY BABYYYYYYYYY—!”

Everyone stops.

Even the wind pauses.

You slowly get up. Face blank.

He freezes.

His hand is mid-air, about to use his barrier powers. His eyes wide.

“…Did I just say that out loud?” he whispers.

The entire crew is staring.

Someone goes, “Wait. Your baby???”

You try to speak “Uh—he means—”

“I MEAN WHAT I SAID,” Bartolomeo yells again, fully panicking now “Y/N IS MY BABY. MY LOVE. MY SWEET CHERRY BLOSSOM—”

“BARTO,” you hiss “Stop confessing in front of everyone!”

Too late.

He throws his hands up and suddenly there’s a giant heart-shaped barrier around you two. Sparkly. Pink. Absolutely not subtle.

He turns to you “At least we’re alone now.”

You facepalm “There’s a window, Barto.”

You hear cheering from outside.

“THEY’RE DATINGGGGG!”

“PAY UP, I TOLD YOU THEY WERE!”

“DOES LUFFY KNOW?!”

You sigh.

Bartolomeo wraps you in his arms, completely unbothered now “So… secret’s out.”

You look up at him “What gave it away? The screaming or the love bubble prison?”

“…Both?”

You can’t help it. You laugh. He kisses your forehead.

“I love you” he says.

“I love you too” you whisper, even if the entire world hears it now.

After that no one seems to actually care about the two of you.

Weeks later you and Bartolomeo are docked on a chill island when you run into the last people you expected: the Straw Hat Pirates.

Luffy spots you both instantly.

“YO, BARTO!!” he shouts, waving like a madman.

Bartolomeo screams, throws himself to the ground, and starts sobbing with joy.

“LUFFY-SENPAI! I WOULD DIE FOR YOU! THANK YOU FOR BREATHING IN MY DIRECTION!!”

You’re behind him like “Okay, this is fine.”

You greet the rest of the crew like normal. Everyone’s smiling, happy to see you, no one suspects a thing.

You and Bartolomeo agreed before getting there: keep it private. You didn’t want anyone or worse, Luffy finding out. Bartolomeo is just way better when it's just the two of you.

That night, it happens.

“GAME NIGHT!” Usopp shouts “Winner gets free food!”

The crew splits into teams. You get pulled into a round of a random game and of course you end up against Luffy.

Everyone’s crowded around. People are yelling. Sanji’s handing out drinks. Robin and Nami are judging.

Luffy’s up first.

He draws a card and starts flapping his arms.

“Bird!” “Chicken!” “Flying fish!” “Zoro waking up late!”

He gets it.

Then it’s your turn.

You pull your card and immediately drop to the ground, trying to act out a seal (It’s harder than it looks).

People are guessing like crazy.

"Penguin!" "Sea cow?"

Luffy squints.

Bartolomeo, sitting quietly in the back with popcorn, clutches his cup.

He stares at you with so much intensity, it’s insane.

And then it happens... again.

You clap your hands and bounce a little, still acting out the seal.

He jumps to his feet.

“YES BABY! GO! DESTROY HIM!! YOU GOT THIS, MY LITTLE WAR MACHINE!!”

Silence.

Everyone stares.

You freeze mid-flap.

Luffy slowly turns “Wait… Baby?”

Zoro raises an eyebrow “Little war what?”

Nami drops her drink.

Chopper gasps so hard he hiccups.

Sanji says “Wait a damn minute...”

Bartolomeo realizes too late. Hands fly to his mouth.

You’re still stuck in seal position, blinking.

Robin, smiling softly “Well… that explains the way he looks at you.”

You turn to look at him, mad “Do you even try??”

Usopp yells, “YOU TWO?! YOU’VE BEEN DATING THIS WHOLE TIME?!”

Bartolomeo’s face is red as a tomato “I… I didn’t mean to! y/n was just so cute pretending to be a seal...”

You slap your forehead.

Luffy, wide-eyed, just goes, “Whoa. You’re dating my number one fan. That’s crazy. He even choose to cheer for you.”

You sigh “Yeah. It is.”

And then he bursts out laughing “THAT’S SO COOL!”

The whole crew joins in, laughing, teasing, clapping Bartolomeo on the back. He’s half-proud, half-mortified, but he doesn’t stop smiling all night.

Later, when the chaos dies down, he wraps an arm around your waist and whispers, “Sorry, babe.”

You smirk “For cheering too loud?”

“For waiting this long to yell about how amazing you are.”

You roll your eyes “I liked the ‘my little war machine’ part.”

He gasps “Really?! I was just improvising!”

“Never do that again.”

“Okay but also… you were winning.”

[sirxaibs]

Sanji Vinsmoke X Reader

TRAITOR (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sanji chuckled. “I live to serve.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No Sanji.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chopper’s entire face lit up a warm pink.

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

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

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

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

Sanji blinked at the sight of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chopper let out a loud exhale through his nose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She grinned. “Deal.”

Sanji smirked. “who am I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grinned. “You’re exaggerating.”

“absolutely not”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sweet, huh?” he murmured.

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

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

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

You blinked. “Notice what?”

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

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

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

She raised an eyebrow. “That so?”

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

CLACK CLACK CLACK.

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

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

“lets get back into it!!!”

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

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

“I’m always right, too,” he muttered.

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

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

No. This was important. This was personal.

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

“Sanji.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sanji blinked. “Pardon?”

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

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

Chopper glared harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sanji raised one eyebrow. “…Yes.”

Chopper stomped. “SHE’S DIFFERENT!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chopper’s ears twitched.

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

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

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

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

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

“Didn’t ask you to.”

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

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

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

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

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

Which was your cue.

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

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

Which made what you were about to do even better.

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

“My boys love me sooo much~!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…Okay, yeah, fair.”

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

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

He leaned in, about to kiss you when

“I FORGOT MY SPOON !”

The door slammed back open.

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

“…how…. when….”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’M TELLING LUFFY!”

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

Sanji groaned, head dropping onto your shoulder.

“what's up with telling ‘dad’”

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

[mydearlybeloathed]

── 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐍

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: without a major, eye catching skill, you attempt to make up for it by doing everything for everyone all at once--the crew only notices when it all comes crashing down.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: strawhats x sanjissister!reader, minor zoro x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.6k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: reader is sanji's sister, reader is bad at emotions (same), first fic of college! woo!, injuries, stitches, blood, angst and comfort, requested

𝐎𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀

Being the Strawhat Boatswain was no easy task, but you held it with determination and pride. Even when your crew made the job more than difficult.

You took in a deep breath and let it out slowly; Someone had messed with your inventory. 

Again.

You stood in the storage room, wondering who had the gall to come and move things around. The cannonballs were no longer in the crate by the window, but behind many other crates of lantern oil. The box once full of toothbrushes and toothpaste was down to its last bottle when it should still be half full. And to top it all off, the medical supplies shelf was out of order. The bandages were at the bottom and the disinfectant was next to the gauze!

It was enough to make your skin crawl.

Taking another deep breath, you shook out your shoulders, went through five stages of grief, and accepted the mess at hand, swiping a roll of bandages from the shelf and leaving the room to deal with some other day. 

Inventory was a job you liked. You took your role seriously, always on top of what was needed or wanted, ensuring it was acquired. Day in and day out you thought of everyone else, desperate to be useful.

You took this responsibility so seriously that your own self-care had gotten lost in the mix of Luffy’s food requests, Nami’s financial ledgers, and the weekly task of inventory. You’d lost sleep and skipped meals in the name of keeping order. 

Because if you didn’t, who would?

It didn’t matter anyway. You loved taking care of everyone. It made you feel useful. And as someone not as skilled with a sword or as knowledgeable with maps, that was worth a million hours of (much needed) sleep.

So you yawned and pushed open the door to your and Nami’s shared room, finding her hunched over her makeshift crate desk, squinting through the lamplight. Her forearm was still bleeding, splotches of red seeping through the first bandage. 

“I’ll handle this,” you startled her. “You fix that.”

Nami hadn’t seemed to notice the condition of her injury, chuckling dismissively as she worked at redressing the wound. “Thanks. My eyes needed a rest.”

Your own eyes longed to rest as she said it, straining under stress and overwork to finish doing the math of how many pounds of sugar, flour, and grain you’d need for the next stretch at sea. You picked up the sheet and made to your own desk, plopping down.

You underlined the last calculation as Nami tied off her bandage. Leaning back in your chair, you threw down your pencil and rested your eyes, knowing there was more work to be done despite the dark hour. As if on cue, the potter pattering of small hooves led up to your door, followed by a soft knocking. A smile spread on your face instantly. “Come in, Doc.”

The reindeer peeked his antlers and eyes in first, stepping inside when all was clear. “Is it a bad time?”

Nami swiveled to straddle the back of her desk chair. “Never. What’s up?”

His eyes blinked up at you first. “It’s time for your physical. Do you want to do it now?”

Immediate sirens went off in your head. “Physical?”

“We’ve all had one,” Nami piped in. “It’s just to make sure we’re all healthy. Your turn.”

“Good one,” you chuckled dryly. “I don’t do check ups, Doc. Sorry.”

Chopper’s little brows met instantly, his hooves falling to his sides. You shifted around to avoid his narrowed gaze. “Y/N, it’s important. I need to know where your health is so I can plan for the future.”

“My health is perfeclty fine and if anything changes,” you laughed, “I’ll let you know, Chop. I’m fine.”

But Nami wasn’t giving you a grin when you turned to her for support, her lips downturned. “I dunno. If Chopper thinks he should check you out then—”

“I said I’m good,” you snapped more sharply, going on in a concerningly peppy tone, “If I need help, I’ll ask for it.”

The way Chopper defleated nearly had you taking it all back, but you stood your ground, trying to make him feel better with a smile. His ears only drooped further until Nami said, “Can you help me, actually? I need to redo this bandage.”

She raised a brow over Chopper’s shoulder, silently asking a question you didn’t catch, so you grinned and shrugged it off. Standing, you caled over your shoulder, “I’m seeing if anyone needs anything.”

Chopper heaved a sigh as the door shut behind you. Nami pat his head gently, lips pursed. “She’ll warm up to it. Give ‘er time.”

“I know,” Chopper sighed. “I’m just… getting worried, I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

Chopper thought back to the past few months he’d been on the crew. Overall, you didn’t exhibit any alarming behavior. You worked hard and cared deeply, that was all. But… Chopper couldn’t place it, but he wanted to make sure everything was really all right. “It’s nothing.”

Hopefully, you warmed up to check ups quickly, at least for his own sake.

જ ⁀ ➴

You'd been careless—that’s what you blamed it on, at least.

The opposing pirate crew hadn't exactly caught the Straw Hats off guard. Nami was on watch that early morning, and she had a great record of raising the alarm. So when the enemy ship sidled up to the going merry and the dozen or so pirates jumped aboard, most of the crew was ready.

But you hadn't been at your best for days, maybe even weeks if you really admitted it. Sleep was so far away and your hunger was on this odd anxiety–induced strike. You barely felt real anymore, simply wandering through the ship doing various tasks that presented themselves, but never really taking time to breathe. 

You weren't entirely surprised when a pirate caught you off guard, coming at you from behind and getting a nick at your side—not a nick, actually. His sword had marked a pretty deep gash at your waist, and even when you thought the flow of bleeding was done, you somehow had more to give.

In the aftermath of the fight, as much as you attempted to brush off the concerns of the others, your heaving breath and greenish complexion were giving away everything. Besides, Sanji had known something was up since the first time you'd told him you "weren't hungry enough for dinner."

So as the sun rose above the horizon and the cleaning of the Merry's deck was completed, there was no escaping your fate. The haze of night no longer concealed your wounds.

Usopp was the first to notice. His gaze caught your stuttering breaths and the very obvious grimace you gave when trying to haul a dead pirate over the railing. He took the weight of the body in seconds, tossing it over.

"You don't look too hot," he observed, to which you scoffed and flicked your hands in nonchalance.

"It's nothing I can't fix." But you hadn't realized just how much blood was soaking in the fabric of your shirt, and one turn of your body displayed the vast crimson to him. Usopp's sharp inhale caught your attention, and with a grunted snarl you griped, "What?"

By now, nami had walked past, her own eyes catching your shirt. You glanced down and cursed at the sight. "I'm fine, okay? It's not that bad—"

But Nami already called out, "Sanji!" 

You rolled your eyes, gut bubbling anxiously. "Relax, would you? It's just a scratch. Honestly, we should use supplies for worse wounds—"

The breathy gasp behind you was unmistakably your brother's, and you swiveled to find him staring at your abdomen. "Pip…”

"What?" you snapped, self-conscious as your crossed your arms.

Luffy and Zoro had joined the show as well, causing anxiety to burn a hole in your good sense.

Sanji couldn't move, couldn't say a word. As you fumed up at him, all he saw was his baby sister, her face growing paler by the second, the flutter of your eyes weak, the red staining your clothes growing larger—

And then it hit him: The battle had occurred several hours ago. His eyes snapped to meet yours. "How long have you been bleeding out?"

"Sanji—"

"Stop," he said, and you did, your jaw snapping back up. His eyes skimmed you over with a hundred different thoughts, before he broke the contact and gently approached you. “Let's get this cleaned up, yeah?"

He sounded so soft, so much like how he used to when you were just young enough to still get by not knowing how shit the world was. It made you flinch away from him, not at all fond of the warm feeling of vulnerability welling up inside. "Shove off, Sanji. You're shit at dressing wounds."

"I'll do it then," said Chopper, stepping forward. In the little reindeer’s eyes was far too much concern. It left your skin crawling.

"No." You backed away from them till your back hit the ship's side and tried to ignore how featherlight your head felt. "Don't waste good supplies on me. It's not worth it."

Sanji gaped. "... What?"

You sighed, frustrated, and made to storm back to your cabin to sulk away the pain seeping through your limbs, raising your head to snap at them again.

Immediately, you found Luffy's eyes locked on you, all your words falling flat. He had never been scary—he was Luffy—but right then, well, you were frightened by the look in his eyes; it was something like confusion mulled with frustration.

"Not worth it?" He echoed.

Glancing around for help and finding none, you shrugged.

Luffy blinked, and you felt like apologizing, but he spoke before you could. "It's not waste if it's used on you, Y/N."

"I..."

Sanji sighed like he was suddenly out of breath, catching your eye again. His eyes were shining, and not in the charming way. It was a heartbroken kind of look, and it ate away at your insides. "You didn't tell anyone... because you thought it wasn't worth it?"

"Well," you stammered. "I mean—it's not as bad as it looks."

You felt their stares—how each of them was looking at you with such pity it made you sick—and you cracked, sputtering. "Just back off! It's a little blood and I'll heal. Zoro did!"

The swordsman in question stiffened as you thrust a hand at him, his ever-deathly gaze boring into you. “Yeah, ‘cause I wasn't being a stubborn bitch about it."

You were in the middle of an eye roll when the headache started. Honestly, why did they care? It was you keeping up with their asses half the time. You didn't need the same treatment. You had your own shit handled.

You tried walking away, and you thought you'd had it handled, but then the world started spinning, and your side really did ache, and suddenly you were in sanji's arms as he gritted out your name.

You were tired, very tired, so you blinked up at him, and fell asleep.

As one can assume, the entire crew lost their shit.

જ ⁀ ➴

In the eight hours you were unconscious, nobody sat still. Someone was always pacing, arguing, tapping something—agitation just sat over the whole ship. 

Sanji would say those eight hours were the longest hours of his life. He would say it rivaled the eighty-five days on that damn rock. It rivaled everything, because it was you. His sister. 

He couldn’t bring himself to debrief all that you’d said and what it meant… but him mind brought him there anyway. Sanji beat himself up over and over. If only he’d noticed something was wrong—he should have noticed… which made him realize he hadn’t a clue what was wrong.

He was in the middle of cooking your favorite meal for when you woke up when the image of you fainting in a graceful arc crossed his mind, and how he’d lunged to catch you. Maybe it was just being in the kitchen, but it somewhat reminded him of when you were kids.

You, so much younger and frailer, were prancing atop the counteertops of the Baratie, playing the part of Red Leg Zeff with your boots covered in marinara. The real Zeff, not so Red Legged, battled you with a wooden spoon as he simultaneously fought of his growing fondness. You tripped over your own slimy boot laces and, ever the dramatic, used the opportunity to swan dive to the floor.

Yet you hadn’t made it to the floor, not even close. Sanji had you safe in his arms the second your foot slipped off the counter. When he scolded you for being reckless, you grinned and chirped, “I knew you’d catch me!”

Sanji had caught you again, but not fast enough this time. Lately, he was never fast enough to keep up with your ever-growing mind. Each day you got quicker on your feet, jumping to accomplish task after task after task—Sanji paused as he prepared the food. When was the last time he saw you take a break?

When you woke up, your head was anywhere but in your body, the sensations of the room around you slowly drifting back to you.

Groggy, you shuffled in the sheets, skin sticky with sweat. Your eyes adjusted to the brightness, fluttering open. You sat up groaning, blinking fully awake, only to pause. Sat on the stool across from your bed was Zoro, solemn as ever. He looked half asleep, but the sound of your rustling startled him awake, eyes lazily widening to take you in. 

He made to ask something, but you beat him to it, woozily wondering about the odd tick in his brow. "What's up with your face?"

His brows screwed together, but that look never left his eyes; you couldn't place what it was. "What d’you mean?"

"You look..." Your eyes flickered all over him, and you thought maybe, he looked relieved. "Nothing. Sorry. I feel weird."

“I’ll bet.” He leaned forward to glance you over, and you settled on yes, Zoro was definitely concerned. He'd never looked that way before, and the oddity had you leaning closer subconsciously. Zoro jerked back instantly, blinking quickly. "You feel better, though, right?”

You did a quick check of your body, sensing your limbs and tapping at the bandage covering your abdomen. “I think so.” 

Zoro nodded stiffly, eyes flickering all over the floor. “Want me to get Twirly? I mean—Sanji?"

Typically, you weren’t the transparent type, but your head wasn't where it should be, so all your thoughts suddenly came out as words. "Is he mad? He usually gets mad when I get hurt."

Zoro moved to kneel at your bedside when you started to prop yourself up, eyes glued to your lap. He watched you carefully. "I don't think he's mad at you."

"But I got hurt," you exasperated. "I wasn't watching my back and got—got skewered! He hates it when I get... skewered." You rubbed at your temples and let out a weak laugh, brain fog fading. "Am I making sense?"

You raised your gaze to find a hint of amusement on Zoro’s face, his lips tipped upward. "Barely, but I follow."

You felt at your side, wincing at the pricking pain of the wound and the bruise forming around it. Chopper had done a good job with the bandage, though it was about time to change it.

"Hey," he said, dragging your wandering attention back to him.

"Yeah?"

Zoro's face grew cold. "Don't ever pull that shit again. You get hurt, you tell someone. Even if you think it's a waste."

You averted your eyes. "Yeah. Cross my heart and shit."

He wasn't satisfied, but he leaned back and raked a hand through his hair, leaving it alone for now. That was when the door opened, and you felt his presence before you ever turned your face.

"Oh, God," Sanji gasped. He rushed to your side, falling to his knees and setting a hand on your shoulder, just staring at you like you weren't even real. He passed a hand over your hair and sighed like he had the weight of Atlas on him.

"You're okay," he said, not so much a question, more of a reassurance. Neither of you noticed when Zoro slipped out of the room, nor when he knocked into the doorframe as he went.

"I'm okay," you said.

Sanji's hugs had always been lethal, always too tight for comfort but too sweet to turn away—and this was no different. His arms were careful to avoid your side as he pulled you to him, your head finding a nook against his chest as his chin rested on your head, and he squeezed you tightly.

Silently, you let him hold you, remaining still against him. You felt his tears, but never heard them. You felt his grip on you like a brand, that same old discomfort crawling through your gut the longer the intimacy went on. But you withstood it, an odd kind of burn creeping up your throat.

You choked on a cough—no, you weren't coughing. You couldn't fool yourself into believing such a lie, not when your eyes slammed shut and forced streams of tears down your cheeks. Your hands clawed at his sleeves as a warbled cry claws its way from your lips. 

"You're worth everything," he whispered into your hair. "Oh, God. I really thought..."

"But I didn't." you calmed your ragged breaths. "I'm fine."

He nearly laughed. "Fine? Pipsqueak, you were out half the day!"

You pulled back with a grin. "Eh. Just a scratch."

Sanji shook his head, smiling, before it fell instantaneously. He held you by your shoulders, shaking you slightly. "Why would you... was it something I did? I would never—"

"No! No, it was nothing you did."

"Then why in hell would you try to walk off a wound that needed sixteen stitches!"

"I don't know!" you looked away. "I just... there was too much to do. Everyone would need things done after a battle like that. I wanted to be, I dunno, ready and able."

Sanji still didn't understand. "What things?"

"You know," you started. "Things." He gave you a look. You sighed. "Like... sometimes Zoro lets me polish his swords, and in exchange he'll clean the little nicks he claims won't give him infections. And I think Luffy's hat needed fixing. Usopp never organizes the canon balls right and it makes me nervous, so I always go back and redo it… And on top of all that someone went through my inventory."

He took you in for a moment, and you felt very, very transparent all of a sudden. "None of that is your responsibility alone."

"Yeah, but, who else is gonna do them? Everyone’s so busy doing their things. I don't have a thing, so I do everything, I guess."

Sanji tilted his head, brows knit. "You do too have a thing."

"I really don't, Sanji. I don't cook or kick people like you. I'm not amazing with swords or a slingshot. I can't navigate for shit or heal wounds... so I help. If I don't, I'm pretty much deadweight." In the following silence, you mumbled something you never thought you’d have the courage to say. “Face it. Luffy only invited me because I’m your sister.”

Perhaps you should go back to the Baratie, as much as the thought sickened you. Zeff would never turn you away, and he’d even be happy to have you back. 

“Not true.” You looked up, heart dropping at the sight of luffy in the doorway, the rest of the crew behind him. You shot Zoro an accusatory glare, wiping furiously at your face. Perfect. A waiting audience.

You rasped, “What?”

Luffy moved into the room, face sullen, his hat and curls shadowing his face. “I didn’t invite you because of Sanji.” Luffy ducked down to be eye level with you on the bed. “Honestly, I didn’t know you were related till a few days after you joined.”

“Oh.” Sniffling, you ducked your eyes. “Then why? I… I don’t contribute much of anything, and when I try I wind up passed out for half a day.”

Nami scoffed, “That wasn’t your fault.”

You scoffed right back. “I shouldn’t have left my back unguarded.”

“You shouldn’t have been skipping sleep,” Zoro rebuttled, eyes steely. “And meals.”

Swiping at your cheek again, “Screw you.” You picked at your nails and refused to look up at all costs. It was difficult with Luffy right in your face.

The captain had his brows screwed together. His eyes bore into you till he grew tired of your avoidance and lightly pushed at your shoulder. Your gaze flicked up to meet his, quick to glance at the wall over his shoulder. 

“Y/N,” he muttered, “We care about you. And you worried us.”

And just like that, all your work to keep the tears in crumbled; one rebellious tear escaped, leading a dangerous path down to your chin. “Yeah. I know.”

That got a whisper of a smile back on Luffy’s face, and his hand came to plop down on you shoulder. “You’re part of this crew because we need you.”

“For what?” you dared to scoff. Instantly, Luffy’s eyes narrowed further than you thought possible. 

He echoed your words back to you like they felt weird on his tongue, and gave no further reply, simply staring right through you. You had already shirvled into yourself by the time Sanji stepped in.

“I can never keep track of how much food we go through,” he said, nudging your shoulder, “but somehow you always know exactly what we need and how much. As a chef, you inventory is vital to me.”

“I’m convinced you’re a mind reader,” Usopp added on. “Still no clue how you knew I wanted marshmallows last week.”

You chuckled dryly, gaze still heavy, obviously hesitant to take them serious. Nami sighed deeply.

“Listen,” she started, moving to kneel in front of you. It was times like this Nami felt much older, when her eyes peered into yours and it felt like home (a home so distant you ached to remember it). “It doesn’t matter what you believe. You contribute so much to this crew, more than you need to most days.”

Chopper bobbed up beside her. “Yeah! You do everything and then you never let me look after you!” It was hard to focus on what he said when he was so cute, but somehow when he narrowed his eyes all angry like, he held your rapt attention. “Let me do my job, so you’re able to do yours!”

“On the topic,” Zoro grunted, “quit overworking yourself. When Usopp fucks up the canonballs let him fix it himself.”

“Hey!”

You barely withheld a smile. “But… there’s still so much I can’t do—”

Zoro rolled his eyes. “You wanna learn how to fight? I’ll teach you. Just—quit being stupid and sleep, dammit.” His cheeks dusted pink and his eyes darted to the wall, unable to catch your tentative expression.

Luffy squeezed your shoulder. “You’re our boatswain. Just like Nami is our navigator and Sanji is our cook. The only one questioning your position is you.”

You sniffled, looking right in his eyes, and something in what he said finally broke through. You couldn’t cook or fight or navigate—but you had a damn good memory, you kept the ship organized, you made sure no one ever wanted for anything. You were the Strawhat Boatswain. Surely that held some weight.

“Okay, yeah, I get it,” you muttered, palms pressing against your cheeks as you cleared your throat. Glancing around at them all, you shoved down the creeping feeling in your chest and grinned cheekily. “But whoever’s been screwing with the storage room better knock it off, or I’ll be up all night fixing their mess.”

Silence enveloped you as everyone glanced around for suspicion, when Chopper burst forth with watery eyes. “I’m sorry! Really sorry! I didn’t realize I messed it up, I—I—”

“Slow down,” you smiled. You caught Chopper’s hooves in your hands and squeezed them tight. “It’s okay. I’m not really upset.”

If it was anyone else, maybe the story would be different, but all you felt was warm affection staring down at Chopper. He nodded swiftly. “I’ll help you fix it! Don’t worry.”

“I’ll help too,” offered Nami, none too subtle as she jabbed her elbow in the crook of Luffy’s side. 

“Ow! What—Quit that!” Luffy nursed the sting in his side, brows screwed together. “Me too, I guess…”

“We all will,” Nami declared, eyes scanning the room in search of an objection. She found none, a pleased smile gracing her lips. “See? You don’t even need to ask. We want to help you. Remember that next time you feel like everything is on you.”

“All right,” you conceded warmly. That familiar affection tugged on your heartstrings. You slid your legs off the bed and made to stand when a hand clamped down on your shoulder and nearly knocked you down. “Sanji, let go.”

Your brother’s jaw was set and gaze resolved, scaring the stubbornness right out of you. “You need rest. We can fix the storage room tomorrow, Pipsqueak.”

“But—”

“You’re actively bleeding through your stitches,” he cut you off, grinning when you pouted. “Tomorrow. Your inventory isn’t going anywhere.”

You were left gaping at him, eyes scanning for someone on your side. Nami raised a brow. Zoro’s expression was blank. Usopp avoided your eye. Chopper looked so sure of himself that you didn’t even try. So instead, you puffed out a breath and readjusted yourself on the bed. 

“I expect everyone’s attendance tomorrow morning,” you grumbled.

Usopp gawked at you. “Morning?”

One glare was all it took and his jaw snapped back up. Your temples began to throb fiercely, the gradual increase in pressure suddenly erupting into a full ache. The base of your neck was sore too and your lash line weighed down in gentle flutters. Sanji’s hand on your shoulder kept you from floating away into the delirium, your gaze searching as it swept over all your friends.

That tight tendril of awkward affection curled around your heart, as it often did, and it felt as undesirable as always. But no one pressed for any outward expression of it; your friends simply stood in your midst, wearing there hearts on sleeves of various vulnerability, not a hint of expectation anywhere on their faces. 

Times like this, you thought maybe you could bare to ditch your fears. Then again, maybe not, but you dismissed the hope fondly. 

“All right,” Chopper grunted, cheeks puffed. “Everyone out. She needs lots of rest—starting now!”

You chuckled dryly as the little doctor shooed everyone away. Nami shot you a quick little wave and disapeared into the hall, Sanji squeezed your hand, and Usopp gave a brief thumbs up. Zoro was left holding the door, solemn as ever, and paused int he act of closing the door. He appeared between the door and the frame, not quite in yet not quite out either.

“I was serious,” he said lowly.

You tilted your head. “About overowkring myself?”

“Well, yeah, that,” he stammered. “I mean about learning to fight. I’ll teach you.”

You’re sure your eyes glimmered, heart thrumming unexpectedly. “Really?” He nodded, crossing his arms. “Sanji won’t like it.”

“He doesn’t like a lot of things.”

“Primarily you.”

A scant smirk, one born of mischief and misdeed, crept up his face. “Primarily me, yeah.”

You shook your head and fought back a smile. “I don’t have a sword.”

He paused long enough for you to notice. “I’ve got three.”

“I couldn’t,” you said instantly, jaw falling open. “Those’re important.”

Zoro rolled a shoulder and combed at his hair. “I trust you.”

He was gone before you’d finished gasping, eyes wide as the door swung shut in his wake, and unsure when a sudden heatwave had flooded the room.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @100520s @murnsondock @kryscent

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A Little Closer

Pairing: Law x Reader

You’re part of the Straw Hat crew and met Trafalgar Law at Punk Hazard. As time passes, you develop a crush on him, but after Dressrosa, a failed attempt to comfort him causes you both to drift apart. Law starts noticing the distance between you.

Words Count: ~4,500 words

tags: angst and fluff, hurt/comfort, slow burn, healing, punk hazard, post-dressrosa

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You first spoke to Law at Punk Hazard because he was standing alone—and something about the way he kept his arms folded, chin slightly dipped, gaze sharp—made you want to get under his skin. Not in a mean way. Just… curious.

“Do you always look like you’re calculating someone’s lifespan?”

You didn’t expect him to answer, really. But he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and said, “Depends who’s asking.”

That was it. The moment it started. You laughed, loud enough to earn a glance from Luffy. Law didn’t laugh with you, of course. But his gaze didn’t leave yours.

After that, you made it a habit. Small comments. Light teasing. You’d drift toward him during meals or meetings, always with a grin, always testing the line.

And Law—well, he let you. He’d give curt replies, the occasional sigh, a subtle look of tolerance. But he never told you to stop.

You noticed the little things. Like how he didn’t step away when you stood close, or how his eyes would flick to you when you entered a room, just briefly, before shifting back like it hadn’t happened. Like it meant nothing.

Still, he was quiet. Hard to read. You never expected him to feel anything back.

But it didn’t stop the flutter in your chest every time he acknowledged you.

The ship was docked in a small, uncharted port for a quick break before setting sail for their next adventure. As usual, the crew was scattered around, either exploring or relaxing. You found yourself walking through the galley, where Chopper was sitting at the table, looking up at Law, who was reading a book, as usual, with his usual nonchalance.

“Law!” Chopper’s voice echoed. “Can you carry me? My legs are so tired from running around all day.”

You chuckled softly, watching the interaction. Law didn’t respond immediately, his eyes flicking over the top of his book. “I don’t have time for that,” he muttered.

“Please?” Chopper pleaded, his big eyes practically sparkling with hope.

Law let out a long, exaggerated sigh. “You’re a raccoon. You can walk just fine,” he replied, still not looking up.

“I’m a reindeer!!” Chopper whined, flailing his arms. “And I’m small! It’s hard to walk! And my hooves are getting sore…”

Law remained silent, and for a moment, you thought he might just ignore him. But then, without another word, Law stood up and walked over to Chopper, effortlessly scooping him up into his arms. Chopper let out a delighted giggle, and you could see the rare, soft expression on Law’s face.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Law muttered, not looking at you, but you saw the faintest smirk on his lips.

You couldn’t help but tease, “You look like you’re enjoying this more than you’re letting on.”

“I’m not,” Law replied, trying to keep his face neutral, but the slight pink tint to his cheeks gave him away. “He’s heavy.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s why you’re carrying him like that?”

“I’m just saving my energy for more important things,” Law replied, his voice deadpan as he turned away, but you could tell he was trying to hide the smile that threatened to break through.

—

The kitchen was quiet except for the soft clinking of utensils and the rustling of bags as you decided to take over Sanji in preparing your snack. You were focused on making a quick sandwich when you noticed Law entering, his usual frown in place.

“Making food?” he asked, eyeing the bread you were preparing.

“Yep, just a snack,” you replied cheerfully. “Would you like some?”

Law didn’t even flinch. “Bread again?” he asked, the disapproval clear in his voice. “I told you I don’t like bread.”

You giggled, turning to face him. “You know, just because you’ve been to a few islands doesn’t mean all bread is the same.”

“I’m not hungry for bread,” he said, a slight growl to his tone, but he made no attempt to move.

“Fine, but you’ll be missing out,” you said teasingly. You reached for the bread and began spreading some jam on it, completely ignoring his objections.

“Can’t you make something else?” Law asked, clearly trying to avoid the topic of bread altogether.

“I’m busy. Ask Sanji.” you replied nonchalantly, continuing to spread the jam. “Besides, I’m not sure what else to make for you. You’re surprisingly picky!”

He crossed his arms and gave you a side-eye. “Are you making fun of me?”

“No, not at all,” you said with a playful grin. “Maybe if you stop being so picky, I’d cook you something better.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re impossible.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that you’re difficult to please.” You handed him the sandwich you had made, the smile on your face never fading. “But hey, you can at least try it. Who knows? You might end up liking it.”

He hesitated for a moment, but you caught the faintest glance of curiosity in his eyes. He took the sandwich from your hand and, with an exaggerated sigh, bit into it.

The look on his face was priceless. It was clear that he wasn’t particularly thrilled with the bread, but he was doing his best to hide it.

“Well?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s fine,” he said after a long pause, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

“You’re not fooling anyone,” you said with a wink, knowing full well he was trying to be polite, but you could tell he wasn’t enjoying it.

Law’s lips twitched upward slightly, a rare, almost imperceptible smile. “You’re annoying,” he muttered, but there was no bite behind his words.

—

The days after Dressrosa had been heavy and tense. You noticed how the atmosphere had shifted. Law was quieter, withdrawn. It wasn’t just the injuries or the exhaustion—it was something deeper. Something that made him retreat even further into himself. The memories of Corazon.

You, too, felt the shift. Not only had you seen what the war with Doflamingo had done to him, but you’d also been silently nursing your growing feelings for him.

You tried to get his attention. Small touches, little words of encouragement, waiting for any sign that he might let his guard down. But no matter how close you tried to get, he kept his distance, his eyes always focused on something beyond you, something that you could never touch.

The pain of seeing him like this was almost unbearable. You had always admired him from afar, but after Dressrosa, something in you couldn’t just sit back and let him suffer.

So you did what you thought was best—you tried to comfort him.

It was late in the evening when you approached him again. The crew was scattered about the ship, and you found him standing at the stern, looking out at the fading light of the sunset. His posture was rigid, tense. You hesitated, unsure whether to approach, but your heart urged you forward. You had to at least try.

You stepped up quietly, your voice soft. “Law… I know you’re not feeling great, and I know you don’t want to talk about it, but you don’t have to go through this alone.”

His eyes flickered over to you, but he didn’t say anything at first. You weren’t sure whether he was listening or if he was lost in his thoughts, so you pressed on.

“I know you’re angry, and I know that the battle took a lot out of you. But I just… I just want to be here for you. I don’t want you to carry this alone.” You bit your lip, hoping he would hear the sincerity in your words.

There was a long pause before he finally spoke, his voice low and strained. “I don’t need anyone’s pity, Y/N.”

Your heart sank. You were so close, and yet the words you didn’t want to hear were coming out of his mouth. You weren’t pitying him—just offering comfort—but it wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what he needed. And as much as it hurt, you knew it was no use.

“I’m not pitying you, Law,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the disappointment settling in your chest. “I just care about you. I hate seeing you like this.”

Another long pause, and this time you could feel the weight of his silence. His back was turned to you, his hands resting on the rail, eyes focused far off in the distance. He wasn’t facing you, but you could sense the tension in him growing, like he was fighting against something inside himself.

Finally, he spoke, his words cold. “Why are you always all over me? You’re damn annoying. I don’t need anyone right now. Not you. Not anyone.” His voice was quieter this time, like he was trying to convince himself of something, but the bitterness in his tone was still there.

You couldn’t help it—the words stung more than you expected. You had hoped that maybe, just maybe, he’d let you in. But that wasn’t going to happen now.

You turned away, feeling the crushing weight of his rejection in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to say more, to convince him to let you help, but the moment was gone. You took a deep breath, the sadness overwhelming you. “I’m sorry, Law,” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. Then you walked away, your footsteps heavy as you retreated back to your quarters.

—

For the next few days, everything between you and Law changed. You had taken Law’s words to heart and began to withdraw from him. Your attempts to get close, to show him you cared, faded into nothing more than professional exchanges. You only spoke to him when necessary, keeping things strictly business. Your usual playful teasing, your attempts at being near him, stopped. It felt like a huge part of you was missing, but you couldn’t keep pushing him when he clearly didn’t want it.

And yet, Law noticed.

Law noticed the shift. He wasn’t blind, after all. He wasn’t sure when it had started, but the space between the two of you had grown too wide. The more you pulled away, the more it seemed to weigh on him, but he didn’t know how to fix it. He wasn’t used to being vulnerable, to having someone care for him the way you did.

He had pushed you away when you had tried to offer comfort, and now, in the silence that followed, he began to realize just how much he missed your presence.

He tried to reach out, but it was subtle. A glance here, a pause in his steps when he saw you, his voice softer when he spoke to you—but it wasn’t enough. It never felt like enough. He could see the way you’d avert your eyes when you talked to him now, how you only addressed him when necessary. He hated the distance between you. It was like a silent ache that wouldn’t go away.

The air between you and Law was thick with unspoken words. Every interaction felt like walking on eggshells.

You could feel his eyes on you sometimes, but you refused to acknowledge it. It was as though you were both trapped in a dance, stepping around each other but never quite meeting. And for a while, you didn’t know how to break it.

The quiet tension between you two didn’t escape the others. Even the crew began to notice. Zoro made a comment one day about how much the two of you had stopped talking. “You’ve been awfully distant lately,” he had said to you with a raised eyebrow. “What happened between you and the doc?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer. You just shrugged, offering a quiet “Nothing,” as if that would explain everything. But deep down, you knew it was something more than that.

—

One afternoon, as the crew gathered on deck to relax, you sat near the railing, staring out at the sea. The sun was setting, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and orange, but you weren’t truly looking at it. Your mind kept drifting back to Law, and how you felt so much like a stranger to him now. His earlier words—telling you to leave him alone—echoed in your head. You had tried to give him space, to respect his wishes, but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss the connection you had once shared.

The sound of footsteps approached, and though you didn’t turn around, you knew it was him. Law stood just behind you, quietly observing. You could feel the weight of his gaze, but you didn’t react. Instead, you kept your eyes fixed on the horizon, pretending not to notice.

“You’ve been distant,” Law said, his voice soft but cutting through the silence like a knife.

You didn’t reply at first. Instead, you took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, your fingers curling tighter around the railing. “I’m just giving you what you wanted,” you said finally, your tone colder than you intended.

There was a brief pause. You could hear Law shift, but he didn’t speak again. The silence grew heavier between the two of you, and you felt the tension rise. Law took a small step closer, but still, he didn’t say anything more.

It wasn’t like him to back down. You expected more from him—some kind of argument or insistence—but instead, he fell silent. It left you feeling even more uncertain.

—

The next day, Law tried again, though this time, his approach was even more subtle. As you were organizing supplies in the galley, you caught him watching you out of the corner of your eye. When you looked up, he quickly turned away, pretending to inspect something on the opposite side of the room.

But you could see the way his gaze flicked back to you when he thought you weren’t looking. And though he said nothing, you could sense a flicker of unease in his posture, something he hadn’t shown before.

Later that afternoon, you walked into the library, the creaky wooden floorboards beneath your feet echoing in the stillness. You had intended to grab a book, but as you turned a corner, you almost collided with Law, who had clearly been heading the same way. You both froze for a second, neither of you quite knowing how to react.

“I didn’t mean to get in your way,” he said after a long beat, his voice softer than usual.

You couldn’t help but notice how he avoided looking directly at you. His eyes drifted to the side, and his shoulders were tense as if he was bracing for something.

“It’s fine,” you muttered, stepping around him.

Before you could continue, he reached out, lightly grazing your arm. His touch was brief—barely noticeable—but it made your heart skip a beat. You glanced at him, and for the briefest moment, you saw something flicker in his eyes.

“Y/N,” Law said quietly, as if testing the waters. “Are we okay?”

The question took you off guard. His tone was so sincere that it almost caught you off balance. But you quickly shut it down, not letting your feelings show.

“We’re fine,” you answered quickly, turning away.

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The following days passed in a haze of missed opportunities and strained exchanges. Law’s attempts continued, each one more subtle than the last, but they were there. He’d offer a slight, almost imperceptible smile when you crossed paths, or occasionally make small talk, his words carefully chosen, though his usual confident demeanor had been replaced with something more uncertain.

It wasn’t until the night before you docked at the next island that you realized just how much the distance between you had grown. You were alone on the deck, gazing at the stars, when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Y/N.”

You turned around, not surprised to see Law standing there, his arms crossed as he leaned casually against the railing. His face was neutral, but there was a nervousness in his posture that you hadn’t seen before.

“Law,” you said, trying to sound indifferent, but the way his name slipped from your lips made it clear you weren’t as unaffected as you pretended.

He hesitated before speaking, his gaze falling to the ground. “I’ve been trying,” he said quietly. “I don’t know how else to fix this… but I’m trying.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart ache. You’d spent so much time avoiding him, burying the hurt, but hearing him like this… it was too much to ignore.

“You don’t just get to say you’re trying,” you said, your voice tinged with frustration. “I’m not your… your backup plan, Law. I can’t just forget what you said.”

He winced at the sting in your words, but he didn’t look away. “I didn’t mean it,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was angry. And I didn’t want to drag you down with me. But that was wrong. I shouldn’t have shut you out.”

There was a long pause between you, neither of you speaking. The night was still, the only sounds being the faint lapping of waves against the ship. Slowly, you took a step toward him, your eyes meeting his for the first time in days. The distance between you felt smaller now, though the weight of everything still hung heavy.

“I don’t know how to make this right,” he admitted. “But I don’t want to lose you.”

His words hit you like a wave, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to feel something other than frustration. You took a breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you looked up at him.

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you said, your voice steady despite the emotion threatening to rise.

Law’s eyes softened, and for a moment, it felt like everything else faded away.

And then, before you could stop yourself, you reached up, your hand brushing his cheek. It was a simple gesture, but it felt like the world had shifted in that one moment.

Law closed his eyes briefly, his breath hitching at the contact. When he opened them again, there was an intensity in his gaze that made your heart race.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You didn’t say anything in response, not immediately. Instead, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was gentle at first, as if testing the waters.

For a split second, Law didn’t respond. His lips stayed still under yours, as though waiting for you to lead. And then, as if giving in to the quiet desperation you both had been hiding, his lips moved against yours. The kiss deepened, tentative at first, then more confident, a mix of relief and pent-up emotion that neither of you had allowed to surface before.

But it was his body that betrayed him first. You could feel the heat rising in his skin, the subtle flush spreading across his cheeks and neck, and his fingers, which had been holding onto the railing, suddenly loosened their grip. His breathing quickened, and for a moment, you could feel his chest rise and fall in a way that matched the unspoken vulnerability in the kiss. He was blushing—a rare and almost imperceptible flush that painted his usually stoic face with a soft warmth.

When the kiss broke, you stayed close, the air thick with the emotions neither of you had fully expressed. Law’s breath was shallow, and his eyes were still closed, his forehead resting against yours as if trying to collect himself.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. He didn’t move away, his hand slowly coming up to cup the back of your neck, keeping you there just a little longer.

You didn’t say anything right away, content to stay in the moment. But then, you spoke softly, your lips brushing against his when you did. “We’ll figure this out,” you said, your words steady despite the storm inside you.

Law’s eyes opened then, the usual guarded expression now replaced with something raw and genuine.

He smiled, a small, genuine smile that reached his eyes for the first time in days. “Yeah. We will.”

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a/n: and that’s it for my first ever fic! what do you think? :)

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part 3 NEOWWWWW

If You Thought It Was Real Pt. III

Pt. I Pt. II Thank you @hannahbarberra162 for being my beta reader for this chapter! <3

Waking up was slow. You were accustomed to being thrust into consciousness, sleep elusive and nothing more than a dream most nights. So the groggy feeling, the heaviness of your head and your eyelids was foreign.

Trying to open your eyes was a struggle, and you were tempted to give in and fall back into the comfort of unconsciousness, but the nagging emptiness in your head kept you struggling to stay awake.

Finally you peeled them open, staring blankly at the ceiling above you. Dark wood surrounded you, the sterile scent of cleaning supplies invaded your nose. Where—?

“Oh, you’re awake,” The voice was familiar, and it took you far too long to process it, turning your head to the owner of the voice.

Chopper was reading from a clipboard, little nose scrunched up as he chewed on the end of the pen he held. You blinked, not processing the image before you.

“You have a lot of injuries,” He began explaining to you, his voice soft as he set the clipboard down, moving his chair to be closer to where you were laying down, “You’ve got bruises around your throat, I applied some ointment so they shouldn’t sting as much. Luckily none of your ribs were broken, but they sustained some damage and you’ll be sore for a bit while the muscles heal and those bruises fade. I wrapped you with some compression bandages, they should help whenever you move around. You had some cuts on your arms, I sterilized those to avoid any infections.” 

He kept talking, and you continued to blankly stare at him, everything coming out of his mouth sounding far away.

You shifted a bit, wincing at the sting emanating from your sides. Right, bruised ribs. You lifted a hand to brush against your injuries, feeling some slimy ointment on your neck, cool to the touch. Higher you felt some bandages on your face, namely on your cheekbone. You distantly remembered the hit you had received to make such an injury there.

“What—” You winced, lips parting to ask him a question but the pain in your throat stopped you.

He paused, looking up sadly, “Your throat’s gonna be sore for a while. You were choked hard enough that you sustained damage both on the outside and inside. You’ll probably struggle to talk for a bit, and eating and swallowing may be hard too.”

He lit up after a moment, “Oh! But Sanji’s made a meal plan for you while you heal, soft foods you’ll be able to swallow without much issue.”

Sanji had—?

You sat up, struggling to do so as the pain knocked the wind out of you. Your movements startled Chopper, who started waving his arms around frantically.

“No, you should lay back down! If you need anything I’ll get it for you!”

“Where am I?” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper as you forced the question out, ignoring the pain it caused. 

“In our sick bay! Please, lay back down!” His little hooves pressed against you gently, trying to get you to lay back how you had been.

You were lucky he was staying in this form, any other and he would easily overpower you. It was terrifying how such a cute little creature could turn into something so big. 

You managed to throw the blanket off of you, something light and soft that distantly registered as the blanket Sanji often brought you whenever you stayed up late on the deck. Standing up you were able to feel the full sting of injuries on your body.

The ribs felt like the worst of it, and you could feel the bandages shift under your clothes as you stood. Looking down you realized you had been changed out of your dress, clad in a t-shirt and shorts that looked like something Nami would have worn. 

Stumbling forward, you winced as your ankle spasmed under your weight. What had Chopper said? Sprained ankle? That much was apparent.

“Please, sit down at least!”

Why were you on the Sunny? The last thing you had remembered was—

Was—

The fight, if you could even call it that, was over faster than it started. The build up felt like it had lasted an eternity, everyone had stood once Hel was down, ready to fight the man who had thrown their boss into the bar.

Luffy hadn’t so much as broke a sweat as he stood facing them, his back towards you. The men at the table had rushed to stand, leaving you sitting alone. Luffy standing there felt almost like a wall in front of you. A part of you felt somewhat safe, but more of you felt terrified.

“What the hell’s your problem?”

His head tilted, as if pondering the question. “No problem, just came to get something that belongs to us.”

Jeers and scoffs echoed around the bar, and the condescending tones had you feeling smaller than you did before.

“If you wanted a night with her, all you had to do was ask,” Brannick stepped forward, a cruel smile on his face as he stood heads above Luffy, “We’re not unreasonable with our prices.”

You weren’t privy to seeing his face or his reaction, but judging by the way Brannick had taken a step back you were somewhat grateful you didn’t see it.

He tried backpedaling, “But for a pirate such as yourself, of course, we can discuss a fair price, one that—”

“I’m not paying for her,” Luffy stated plainly, “I’m taking her back with me.”

“You can’t just—”

He was down before you could process what had happened, blood gushing from his nose as he staggered back and tripped, landing on the legs of Hel. Luffy’s arms lowered, his fists not even bruised. 

Everyone moved at once, people shouting as they all descended on him. You jumped back, trying to avoid the rushing crowd, falling to the ground from your stool hard. Your already hurt body screamed out in pain when you hit the ground, but you did your best to ignore it as you shifted to be under the table.

The noise and chaos was over within seconds, bodies of your higher ups and bar patrons unconscious, in various states of consciousness, bloody and bruised. It would be satisfying to see if Luffy hadn’t crouched down to look at you.

“Did they do that to you?”

He brought a hand up, moving slowly as if to not spook you as he pointed at your neck.

“I— yeah?”

“Why?”

“I- I took too long.”

He raised an eyebrow, and you swallowed the pit of shame you felt growing in your stomach. “To return with the map.”

He just nodded, gaze unwavering as he continued to stare at you, study you. You felt goosebumps rise on your arms.

“If you want the map it’s- it’s upstairs in Brannick’s office. Along with other stuff they stole.”

He looked away for a moment, looking towards the stairs, before turning his attention back to you.

“I’m not here for the map,” He shrugged, “I came to get you.”

“What? Why?” 

“You hurt Sanji,” He repeated that bit again, and the simple three words made something in your chest wilt.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Yes, you did.”

He was right, truth be told. Your original plan you knew you’d risk hurting him when you left, but at that time you hadn’t cared. What was another broken heart strung behind you? The issue came when you got to know him, when you spent time with him. It hurt you to hurt him, but you had to.

“I had to,” You tried, shaking your head to try and clear away the leftover haze, “I had to.”

“You could have asked for help.”

That sentence had your eyes narrowing, but your glare died down once you looked at his face, unable to continue the stare down, “How was I to know you all would help me?”

“Because you were one of us.” Were one of us. 

The anger in you continued to wilt, dripping slowly out of you as you sagged where you sat, “I had a job. People’s lives were at stake if I didn’t.”

“You could have told us,” He repeated, voice firm, “And we would have helped you. But instead you betrayed Sanji, betrayed us, and left him sad. You hurt my nakama.” 

“He should have just moved on!” It exploded out of you, frustration and hurt all wrapped into one as you began to word vomit at Luffy, “You all should have! You should have left, if you’re all such a great crew you’d make a new map, you’d be able to get your berri back! Why did you come back here, huh?”

There was silence after your outburst, your breath heavy, the taste of booze and bile thick in your mouth. He wasn’t moving, and the way he stood made him look as still as a statue. 

“Because you made Sanji cry.”

The sentence made you wince, and you held your breath for a moment, the moment bleeding for a bit too long and your head began to pound as you let it out. 

“Because you ate with us. You laughed with us. You inserted yourself into our crew, you worked to make sure we trusted you. And when we did, when Sanji gave you his heart you ran away.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” You sounded so quiet in comparison to how you had been mere moments ago, “I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”

“But you did have a choice,” The finality in his voice had your jaw slamming shut, your teeth hitting each other with an audible click, “And you chose to keep quiet, you chose to hurt Sanji, you chose to steal from Nami, you chose to betray us.”

“I didn’t—”

“You did,” His voice was lighter as he said that, so matter of factly, “And everything here happened because of that.”

Without so much as a moment's notice he reached for you, grabbing you around the wrist and dragging you from under the table, pulling you to stand in front of him.

“Now come on, let’s go.”

Your heels dug into the ground as he began to tug you along, and at the resistance he met he paused, eyes narrowing slightly.

“No!”

His grip around your wrist tightened, and you winced as the pressure dug into the fresh cuts along your skin, “You already tried this your way, now look at you. As your captain, you have me and my help. But firstly when we get back, you’ll make things right with Sanji.”

He didn’t leave room for you to respond, a simple movement of his hand, of his arm and you were falling forward, eyes rolling shut. 

Subconsciously, your hand rubbed the back of your neck, a phantom stinging pain resigning from there. Luffy had taken you from the tavern, fire in his eyes and malice in his tone.

“Please, sit down.”

You looked towards Chopper, glaring. He winced at the look on your face, but you couldn’t find yourself to care at this moment.

“Where is,” You winced, fighting down a cough, frustrated with the trembling you felt throughout your body, “Where is Luffy?”

“He’s—”

“Oh,” The door cracked open, the captain stepping in, peering at you curiously, “You’re awake.”

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[hummingbird24220]

your angst writing is 1000/1000 got me tearing up when i read the zoro x swordsman reader :’)

could i request an angst luffy? i’m sure we all know he HAS to have severe ptsd after saboady and losing ace but no one from the crew ever really directly spoke about it with him. but here comes reader and lets say that something similar happened where they are in grave danger maybe got hit exactly the way ace died or they are kidnapped and then he loses it the way he did after waking up post ace death? maybe he blacks out and the crew have to hold him down like hes mad crazy while chopper is trying his best to make sure the reader survives? and ofcourse after reader is saved/survived, the crew or just reader have a sit down with luffy where he lets everything off his chest tbh i just feel like sobbing this week

Ughhhauh my feeeeeelings. I havent seen ace die in the anime yet, but i know its looming. ill probs cry ;.;

Hope this itches your angst itch. im not sure how i feel about this one, not my best, but its aight.

Enjoy!

What If I Was Too Late

Luffy x Reader

The sky had split open over the island — black clouds gnashing like teeth, lightning carving fury into the heavens. The Straw Hats were scattered across the battlefield, bruised but pushing back hard against the Marine ambush they hadn’t seen coming. You were separated from the others, fighting side-by-side with Robin when it happened.

The enemy wasn’t strong — not really. Not like the Warlords or the Admirals. But they were cruel, and they were precise. One of them had seen it. The way Luffy always shielded you. The way he watched you when he thought no one was looking.

And they used it.

Robin’s scream echoed through the trees.

Luffy arrived too late.

You were already on the ground, curled on your side, a gaping, smoking wound in your chest — right where Ace had been hit.

He didn’t even feel his legs move. One second he was on the edge of the forest, the next he was kneeling beside you, staring down at your barely-conscious body as your Devil Fruit power desperately fought to stitch you back together — but too slow. Too slow.

“(Y/n)...?”

Your eyes blinked open, foggy and unfocused. Blood stained your lips. “Lu...ffy?”

He froze.

The sound of your voice — broken, raspy, faint — was exactly like Ace’s last words.

“Luffy, I’m... sorry.”

No. No. No.

His heartbeat crashed in his ears like waves against rock. The crew started to catch up behind him, but Luffy couldn’t move. His hands were shaking. His vision blurred.

The last time he’d heard that kind of apology, Ace had died in his arms.

And now you — you — were bleeding out in front of him. Just like his brother. Just like the worst day of his life.

“LUFFY!” Zoro’s voice cracked like thunder behind him, but Luffy didn’t flinch.

Then came the scream.

He didn’t even know it was coming from his own throat until his knees buckled, and he fell forward, clutching you. He screamed so loud it felt like his lungs would tear apart, like the sky would shatter under the weight of it.

“Get Chopper!” Sanji bellowed.

Chopper was already running, crying, his hooves trembling as he dropped beside you and tore open his medical pack. “It’s not enough, it’s not enough— I need more time—!”

Luffy didn��t hear him.

He wasn’t there anymore.

He was somewhere deep, somewhere dark, somewhere filled with fire and smoke and the weight of his brother’s body in his arms.

“No—no no no no—” He clutched your face, smearing blood across your cheek as he tried to hold your head up. “Don’t die. You’re not allowed to die.”

You tried to speak, but it came out a wet gurgle.

And Luffy broke.

He surged up with a scream, haki flaring around him like an explosion. Robin fell back. Chopper nearly dropped his tools. Zoro grabbed Luffy’s arm — only to get flung aside like a rag doll.

“HE’S LOSING IT!” Franky yelled. “HOLD HIM—!”

Brook and Franky moved to flank him.

Sanji kicked at his legs. Zoro was back up, bruised but determined. It took all of them to hold Luffy down — muscles straining, eyes wild, voice ragged as he thrashed like a demon born of grief.

“I CAN SAVE HER—LET ME GO! LET ME—!”

“She’s alive!” Nami shouted, tears spilling as she grabbed his face. “She’s alive, Luffy—Chopper’s helping her—!”

He didn’t hear her.

He didn’t hear anything.

He just saw your face.

Your blood.

Your wound.

Just like Ace.

Just like Ace.

-

The trees were gone.

The cliffs? Flattened. Shattered like glass under a god’s fist.

What had once been a dense battlefield was now nothing but a cracked, smoldering plain, littered with the ruins of what the Straw Hats had fought to protect. Fire danced in the craters. The air sizzled with haki that boiled and thrashed like a living beast.

And at the center of it all was Luffy.

Unleashed.

He wasn’t talking anymore. He wasn’t thinking.

He was rampaging.

Every punch shattered the earth. Every scream split the sky.

“LUFFY, STOP!” Sanji coughed through the smoke, shielding Chopper and your body with his jacket. “YOU’RE GONNA KILL US—!”

“He can’t hear you,” Zoro growled, blood running down his temple. “He’s gone.”

Robin and Franky

had fallen back. Brook was covering Nami, who was crying so hard she could barely stand. Usopp was screaming Luffy’s name, waving his arms, trying to reach through the haze — but it was like trying to grab smoke with bare hands.

Luffy turned.

Eyes wide. Unfocused. Ferocious.

And he charged.

Straight at them.

Zoro moved first, swords drawn, haki shimmering — but even he hesitated.

He didn’t want to cut their captain.

But their captain wasn’t their captain right now.

He was a storm. A monster born of grief and guilt and love too big for one heart to bear.

The crew braced—

Then a whisper floated through the smoke.

“...Luffy.”

He froze mid-step.

Eyes wide. Chest heaving.

That voice—

Your voice.

Your body still lay crumpled in Chopper’s arms, still torn open, still healing slowly — too slowly — but your lips were moving. Barely.

“Luffy... ‘m here...”

The haze broke.

His knees hit the dirt with a crack.

His hands gripped his hair as he let out a strangled sound, something between a sob and a gasp, and bent forward like the weight of the sky had finally caught up with him.

“(Y/n)...?” he croaked. “You’re...”

Alive.

You were alive.

His body shook. His fists clenched against the dirt. “I thought— I thought you were gonna leave me too.”

“I’m here,” you whispered again, voice weak and hoarse, eyes barely open. “I’m here, Luffy...”

The crew held still.

No one moved.

No one breathed.

Luffy crawled to you like he’d forgotten how to walk, every inch dragging across the wrecked battlefield like penance. When he finally reached you, his fingers barely dared to touch your arm.

You smiled — faint and broken.

And Luffy broke again.

But this time, it wasn’t rage.

It was relief. Terrible, overwhelming, soul-crushing relief. The kind that makes your chest hurt worse than grief.

He collapsed beside you, pressing his forehead to yours, his voice no louder than yours now.

“You’re alive. You’re alive. You’re alive.”

The others started moving in slowly, their breathing ragged, some limping, some crying, all of them watching with wide, hollow eyes asthe Captain they thought they might have to fight finally, finally came back to himself.

-

The battle had long since ended, but no one left.

They couldn’t.

The ground was still scarred, trembling with the aftershocks of Luffy’s rage. No one dared move you — not while your body was still healing itself one heartbeat at a time.

So they built a camp.

Not far from the flattened battlefield, nestled under the remaining trees that had somehow survived, Robin and Franky cleared space. Sanji laid out clean blankets, warm covers. Nami took Chopper’s instructions and sterilized water, cloth, anything that could help.

And Luffy stayed exactly where he was.

He hadn’t let go of your hand.

Not once.

He sat cross-legged beside you on the thickest blanket, head bent low, gripping your hand like it was the last rope keeping him tethered to reality. His thumb brushed over your knuckles again and again, watching your face with fevered intensity, flinching at every twitch.

“Breathe, (Y/n),” he muttered, voice hoarse. “Just breathe. That’s all. Just keep doing that.”

Chopper bustled around you like a tiny storm — checking your pulse, temperature, rate of regeneration. He looked more exhausted than you did, but he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t. Not until he was sure.

Luffy startled when your eyes closed for the first time.

“H-hey—hey, no, stay awake, please—!”

You stirred slightly, a soft hum escaping your lips, but your body sagged deeper into the warmth and comfort the crew had piled around you.

“Luffy,” Chopper said gently, “it’s okay. She’s just sleeping.”

“She—” He shook his head. “But—what if—what if she doesn’t wake up?”

“She will.” Chopper moved closer and tugged another blanket up to your shoulders. “Sleep is good. She needs it. The Healing Fruit’s working overtime — rest will help her regenerate faster.”

Luffy didn’t answer.

He just watched you. Watched you breathe. Watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest like it was the only thing keeping him alive now.

“She’ll be okay,” Chopper whispered, placing a hoof on his shoulder.

Luffy didn’t nod. Didn’t move.

But his eyes finally closed for a moment — just a moment — and when he opened them again, there were tears caught in his lashes.

“…I can’t lose her too.”

No one responded.

Because what could you say to that?

The captain who had lost his brother.

Who had failed to protect his nakama once before.

Who had been forced to get stronger not just for the dream, but for the fear.

He didn’t sleep that night. He didn’t eat. He didn’t speak.

He just sat there.

Holding your hand.

Watching your face.

Waiting for you to wake up again.

-

Morning came slow.

The night had been thick with tension and the soft, muffled sounds of worry. A few birds had returned, cautiously chirping from the trees that still stood. Smoke from the distant battlefield had thinned into haze.

The crew had made camp around you in a protective circle. Sanji and Brook took the first watch, murmuring quietly while Robin helped Chopper finally lie down, his tiny form buried under a blanket as he snored gently.

Then Zoro, then Franky, then Nami.

Each of them sat near enough to hear your breathing, to glance over and know you were still alive.

Luffy had finally — finally — fallen asleep just before dawn.

It wasn’t peaceful.

His head had slumped forward, his shoulders hunched like a soldier who had never put his armor down. One hand remained wrapped tightly around yours, the other cradling it in his lap as if he were afraid you might vanish if he let go.

And then the sun rose.

Soft pink spilled over the horizon, brushing the earth with warmth that the night had stolen. The light reached your face first, gentle and golden.

You stirred.

A small sound left your lips as your brows furrowed, and your fingers gave the tiniest twitch within his.

Luffy’s eyes snapped open.

He was awake in a heartbeat, jolting upright, his hand tightening around yours instinctively as he turned to you — eyes wide, full of something raw and ragged.

Your lashes fluttered. You blinked at the light.

And then your gaze met his.

“…hey,” you rasped, voice hoarse.

He made a sound like he was choking and immediately leaned over you, his free hand cupping your face with a reverence that hurt to see. His thumb brushed under your eye, down your jaw, thumb trembling slightly.

“(Y/n)… you’re awake… You’re— You’re okay—”

You smiled faintly, trying to lift your other hand but failing. “My hand is sweaty.”

He blinked.

Then laughed.

A real one.

It was broken, breathy, soaked in relief, but it cracked through the air like sunlight through clouds. He dropped his forehead to yours, shoulders shaking.

“Idiot,” he whispered. “You scared me so bad…”

You closed your eyes again, your breath evening out.

And his tears returned — quiet, steady, without shame.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispered against your brow. “I really thought… I was too late.”

You wanted to answer. To tell him he wasn’t. That you were here. That the worst had passed.

But your body was too tired.

So instead, you just tightened your fingers around his as best you could.

He felt it.

And he didn’t let go.

-

They moved you just after midday.

It took time — carefully coordinated effort, hushed voices, and hands that trembled more from fear than fatigue. Every step was calculated. Every shift of your weight met with winces and held breath. Chopper barked instructions, his doctor’s voice steady despite his red-rimmed eyes.

The hole in your chest was still there. A deep, awful wound that should’ve been fatal — would’ve been, if not for your Devil Fruit. It wasn’t just healing you. It was working — the edges of the injury knitting themselves closed, hour by hour. Tissues weaving back together with slow, glowing warmth.

But that didn’t make it hurt less.

You flinched when they lifted you onto the makeshift stretcher. Cried out softly when the blanket brushed too close. Your breath caught with every bump.

Luffy was there. Every second.

Helping carry you. Shielding you from sun and wind. When you whimpered, he was the first to react — flinching like he had been struck, whispering your name like a prayer he couldn’t finish.

They laid you in the softest bed the crew could manage — a nest of blankets and pillows set up inside a nearby forest clearing that Robin had chosen. It smelled like flowers and fresh grass, sunlight dappling through the leaves.

You didn’t have the strength to sit up yet, but your breathing was easier now. The pain was still there, sharp and hot, but less suffocating.

And Luffy hadn’t moved from your side.

Not once.

He sat next to the bed, his arms resting on the edge, your hand still held gently in his. He didn’t bounce. Didn’t fidget. Just watched.

Watched you.

He didn’t smile. Didn’t shout. His eyes weren’t filled with adventure or wonder or hunger.

They were red-rimmed, shadowed, and haunted.

Like he was still trapped in that moment — the second he saw your body lying in the dirt.

You stirred, watching him. “You... okay?”

He blinked. The question caught him off-guard. He looked down at your hand in his, and then back to your face.

You’d never seen him like this.

Not even after Marineford.

Not even after Sabaody.

This was quieter. Heavier. Like whatever he’d been carrying in his chest had finally cracked under its own weight.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly.

You stared at him — at the way he looked so much older in that moment. Not in his face, but in the silence between his words.

“…You can rest, Luffy. I’m not going anywhere.”

He shook his head, eyes burning again. “I thought that last time too.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. Not yet.

So you just let your hand rest in his, letting the warmth pass between you.

Letting him stay.

Letting him watch.

Because even if he didn’t say it — Even if he couldn’t say it yet — You knew:

He was more afraid than he had ever been.

And not of death. But of losing you.

-

It was late afternoon when the bleeding started again.

Slow at first — a shimmer of red seeping through the edge of your bandages. Nothing urgent, nothing panicked. But Chopper noticed.

He always noticed.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just pressed new gauze gently to your skin, replacing layers with practiced hands. But he wasn’t smiling anymore. His ears were flat. His hooves trembled as he worked.

You were still healing — slowly. Painfully. But the bleeding hadn’t stopped. Not completely.

And you were tired.

So tired.

Every breath took effort. Every blink dragged like the world was just a little too far away.

You whispered something to Luffy earlier. He’d leaned in, his forehead brushing yours. He’d smiled — not big, not the usual grin — but a real one. Soft.

Then Sanji called for dinner.

Luffy hesitated.

But you’d whispered, “Go eat. I’ll be here.”

So he’d gone.

Now he sat at the table with the others, plate mostly untouched. Fork in hand, barely lifting it. His foot tapped anxiously beneath the table. Every now and then, his head turned back toward the med bay.

Chopper stood near the fireplace, staring into it, silent.

Robin was the first to notice. “Chopper?”

The reindeer doctor didn’t look up.

“…She’s still bleeding.”

Everyone froze.

Luffy’s hand stilled mid-air.

“She’s healing,” Nami said quickly, her voice soft but shaky. “The fruit’s working, right?”

Chopper’s shoulders sagged. “It’s working. But it’s slow. Too slow.”

Zoro frowned. “She’s strong. She’s held on this long.”

“She shouldn’t have been able to.” Chopper’s voice cracked now — raw, low, quiet. “I didn’t say anything before because… because she was healing. But her blood loss hasn’t stopped. And she’s getting weaker.”

Luffy’s fork clattered onto the plate.

Usopp swallowed hard. “What… are you saying?”

Chopper turned.

Eyes wide. Voice tight. “I’m saying I don’t know how much longer she has.”

The silence that followed felt wrong. Like it didn’t belong on this ship, with this crew.

Luffy stared at Chopper.

Eyes unreadable. Mouth slightly open.

“She’s still breathing,” he said, as if that were enough. “She’s gonna be fine.”

Chopper took a slow step forward. “Captain… any other person would’ve died already. She’s still here because of that fruit — and because she’s strong. But I don’t know how long she can hold out like this. Her body’s not keeping up with the healing anymore. It’s—” He hesitated. “It’s like she’s… stuck. Between recovering and dying.”

Sanji ran a hand down his face, stepping back from the table. Brook stood like a statue. Robin closed her book without looking up.

And Luffy…

Luffy sat still.

His jaw was clenched. Knuckles white.

“…You said she’s still breathing.”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m going back.”

He stood. No hesitation. No argument.

And when no one stopped him, he walked.

Back to the med bay. Back to your side.

Like if he left again — even for a second — you might disappear.

--

The days passed like molasses.

Some mornings, you woke up clearer — the sky looked bluer, the wind softer. You could smile. You could speak.

Other days, you barely opened your eyes.

Your breath came ragged and slow, like your body was still trying to remember how to do something so simple.

But the wound was healing.

Chopper changed your bandages religiously, marking every millimeter of flesh that reknit itself. From a hole to a deep gouge. From a gouge to a slash. The bleeding slowed. The pain stayed.

But you were alive.

Luffy stayed as close as he could.

He came and went in brief windows — long enough to shower, to eat, to let the others make him leave when they noticed the bags under his eyes. But he always came back, slouching into the chair beside you like the world didn’t exist beyond this room.

He held your hand even when you were too out of it to notice. Talked to you when you didn’t answer. Sometimes he watched you in silence, eyes flicking to your chest every few seconds just to see it rise.

Today was a better day.

You were propped up slightly, a pillow behind your back. The wound still throbbed, but the worst of the agony had dulled to a hot, manageable ache. Sanji brought broth. Nami adjusted your blanket. Zoro sat nearby, silent but present. Chopper hovered like a satellite.

And Luffy was there.

Like always.

You looked around the room — tired, but aware. They were all here.

And so, you asked the question.

“…Luffy?”

He perked up instantly, eyes scanning your face. “Yeah?”

“…Are you okay?”

The silence that followed was heavier than any pain you'd felt.

Luffy blinked, once. Twice.

And then he let out a short, incredulous breath. “Me?”

You nodded slowly, head tilting. “You haven’t… looked okay.”

He stared at you.

Then at the others.

Zoro’s jaw tensed. Nami looked away. Sanji set the bowl down gently. Chopper shifted from hoof to hoof.

Then Luffy laughed.

A bitter, broken sound.

“You’re asking me if I’m okay?”

Your fingers tightened slightly on the blanket.

“I should be the one— I should be the one asking you that!” His voice cracked, his hands curling into fists. “You almost died, and I— I wasn’t even there—!”

“Luffy—” Nami started, but he shook his head.

He was standing now. Pacing a short, erratic line.

“I saw you lying there, and it was him all over again— Ace— Ace was right in front of me, and I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t do anything.” His voice was shaking now. “I held him while he died. And I had to wake up without him. You know what the first thing I did was?”

He turned to them, eyes glassy.

“I screamed. I ran. I begged someone — anyone — to bring him back. I broke down like some pathetic, useless kid, and Rayleigh had to drag me off the ground.”

None of them said a word.

He looked back at you, now seated again beside the bed. His voice dropped to a whisper.

“I thought I lost you. Just like him. I saw your blood, and I broke again. Just like before.”

Tears were falling now, silent but steady.

“I’ve been scared every day since Ace. Scared that someone else I care about will die and I won’t be fast enough, strong enough— enough. I try to smile, to laugh, but it’s still there. All the time.”

You reached out, fingers trembling, and he took your hand instantly — held it against his heart like he was afraid to let it go.

“…I’m so tired of being scared,” he whispered. “And when I saw you like that, I—I just—”

He didn’t finish.

He just buried his head against your hand, breathing like someone drowning in grief too deep for words.

The others stood still, quiet.

None of them had ever heard him talk like this. None of them had ever seen him let it out like this.

But maybe it was finally time.

Maybe he needed to break — so he could start healing, too.

The silence after Luffy’s confession hung thick in the air.

He still held your hand, forehead pressed against your fingers like he could anchor himself there — like you were the only thing keeping him from sinking again. His shoulders trembled faintly, his breath hitched and uneven.

You stared at him, throat tight, chest rising and falling with effort.

And then something in you cracked.

“…I was scared too.”

Your voice was small — smaller than it had ever been — and the words felt like glass in your throat. But they came anyway.

Luffy looked up.

Your eyes were glassy now, lips trembling, hands shaking. You forced yourself to keep speaking. You had to.

“I didn’t know if I was going to make it. I didn’t know if the fruit was going to… do anything. I’ve never been hurt like that before, and for a while, I didn’t feel it working. I just felt cold.”

Your voice broke.

“And I thought— I thought I was going to die alone in that field. I didn’t know if anyone was coming.”

A sob slipped out, sudden and raw, like a dam giving way.

“I didn’t want to die,” you cried. “I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to lose you, or anyone. I wanted to fight, but I couldn’t move. I was so scared—”

Luffy reached for you immediately, not hesitating for a second. His arms wrapped around you carefully, like you might still shatter, like he was terrified of hurting you — but you clung to him like a lifeline.

It was the first time you’d cried since you got hurt.

Not just from pain. Not from shock. But from everything else.

From fear.

From grief.

From survival.

“I didn’t want you to see me like that,” you whispered, voice muffled against his shoulder. “I didn’t want to be the reason you were hurting again.”

“You’re not,” Luffy murmured, tightening his hold. “You’re not, (Y/n). You’re here. You made it. That’s all that matters.”

“It’s a miracle,” you breathed. “I should’ve died.”

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own red-rimmed but clear.

“But you didn’t.”

The others stood in silence.

Chopper wiped his eyes. Nami looked away, her hand over her mouth. Sanji lit a cigarette with shaking fingers. Zoro’s head was bowed, expression unreadable.

“I thought I was ready,” you whispered. “To be a part of this crew. To fight. To bleed. But… I didn’t realize how much it would hurt. Not just my body — but the fear. Of losing everyone.”

Luffy’s hand found yours again.

“You don’t have to carry that alone,” he said softly. “Not anymore.”

You nodded, tears still falling — but slower now. Softer. No longer a flood.

Just a release.

You were still healing.

But now… so was he.

-

Eventually, the crew gave you space.

Chopper gave your shoulder a final, gentle pat. Sanji promised something hot and rich would be waiting when you could eat more than broth. Nami pressed your hand in hers and left with a shaky smile. Zoro gave a small nod. Robin touched your cheek briefly.

Then, it was just you and Luffy.

The tent was quiet now, the air warm and still. A breeze moved the canvas slightly, but it felt calm — like the world had exhaled.

Luffy sat beside you, finally calm himself. There were still shadows under his eyes, still remnants of something broken behind his smile, but the weight of panic had lifted. For now.

He brushed your hair gently from your face, eyes soft.

“Well,” he said after a moment, “at least you’ll have a really cool scar now.”

You blinked.

Then laughed — a small, surprised sound that turned into a wince halfway through. “Ow—ow—okay, okay, not ready to laugh yet.”

Luffy panicked instantly. “Wait—are you okay?! Did it open again?! I’ll go get Chopper—!”

“Luffy.” You reached out and caught his sleeve. “Luffy.”

He froze.

You gave him a gentler smile, a breathless huff escaping your lips. “I’m okay. Just sore. Still hurts when I laugh, that’s all.”

He sat back down quickly, still hovering, hands twitching like he was bracing to catch you if you so much as blinked wrong.

You looked at him — really looked — and then shifted your hand slightly against the bed.

“…Come here?”

He stared at you.

You patted the space beside you. “Carefully. Slow. But… I want you here.”

He hesitated only a second.

Then he moved.

Slowly, carefully, like he was afraid of breaking you all over again. He laid down beside you, propping himself up just enough to curl in around your side, one arm draped gently over your waist, forehead resting against your shoulder — his straw hat resting on the ground beside the bed.

You sighed.

Your fingers tangled into his hair without thinking.

He let out a breath.

And then… silence.

But not a painful one.

Not scared.

Just quiet. Soft. Safe.

His voice came low, barely a whisper. “You feel like home.”

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t have to.

Because in that moment — in his arms, in the quiet — You both finally believed it:

You were still here. And so was he.

[ghostsirensworld]

may I please request a Luffy x fem reader where they encounter an enemy who’s devil fruit makes people reveal the truth which ends up with Luffy confessing his feelings for the reader and leaves him all embarrassed and the rest of the crew in shock. maybe he even says something along the lines of “I think y/n looks cute when she’s wearing my straw hat” idk, I just had this thought I hope it makes sense cause I feel like it would be super adorable! thank you!!

whoops i post once in a while yall gotta get used to it i fear but yesss

“Under the Hat”

(Luffy x Fem!Reader — ooc?)

It was supposed to be a normal scuffle.

The Straw Hats had cornered the enemy captain — a lanky man with wild hair and a sly grin — when suddenly, he clapped his hands together.

A strange purple ripple washed over the Sunny’s deck like mist.

“You can’t hide anything now,” he crowed. “Thanks to my Hontō Hontō no Mi! You’ll blurt out whatever you’re thinking!”

Everyone stiffened.

“Eh? That sounds annoying,” Luffy said, picking his nose lazily.

The enemy snickered. “Let’s see how long you last, Straw Hat!”

At first, nothing happened.

Then—

Without warning—

“I think Y/N looks super cute when she’s wearin’ my hat!” Luffy declared, loud as anything.

The words echoed across the deck.

A single gull cried overhead.

You froze mid-step.

Nami blinked like she’d been slapped.

Zoro made a sound like he’d just choked on sake.

Sanji let out a wail of despair, clutching his chest.

Even Franky’s jaw dropped open with a metallic clunk.

Luffy stood there, looking as casual as ever—until he realized everyone was staring at him.

He frowned. “What? It’s true.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

“You—you think that?” you stammered.

“Yeah,” Luffy said instantly, scratching his cheek. “You look cool. And cute. Like part of my treasure.”

His voice was so open, so genuine, it knocked the breath out of you.

The enemy captain cackled, delighted.

“I told you! No secrets!”

Luffy tilted his head, utterly baffled. “Huh? That’s not a secret though. I already knew that.”

The crew faceplanted collectively.

“THAT’S THE POINT!” Usopp shouted, yanking at his hair.

“Luffy… you don’t just say that kind of stuff!” Nami snapped, smacking his arm.

“Why not?” Luffy asked, looking genuinely confused. “I meant it.”

At this, your cheeks flamed hotter than a firework.

You gripped the hem of your shirt tightly, trying to hide your face.

Zoro smirked from where he leaned against the mast. “Captain’s got guts, I’ll give him that.”

Brook twirled his cane. “Yohohoho! Such youth! Such romance!”

Meanwhile, Sanji sobbed openly into a handkerchief. “To think—our captain falls in love before me! This cruel world!!”

Chopper was busy spinning in circles, tiny hooves smacking his cheeks.

“This is too embarrassing!! I can’t take it!!”

Still, Luffy, simple and bright, just beamed at you.

“You can wear it whenever you want, y’know,” he said suddenly, lifting his hat and plopping it lightly on your head.

You blinked up at him, your heart practically melting.

The straw hat — his treasured straw hat — slid over your forehead, nearly swallowing you whole.

Luffy grinned wide, that pure, honest grin that could command the seas.

“You look good,” he said again, simple as breathing.

You bit your lip, smiling helplessly under the hat’s brim.

“Thanks, Captain,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

Luffy laughed — loud and delighted — and tossed an arm casually around your shoulders, pulling you close without hesitation.

He didn’t seem to even realize he was doing it — it was natural, like claiming something important without thinking twice.

The crew howled louder at the sight.

“Y/N’s officially the captain’s favorite now,” Nami said, smirking wickedly.

“You better treat her like gold, Luffy,” Franky added, striking a dramatic pose. “Or we’ll super kick your ass!”

Luffy just flashed a toothy grin.

“I already do!” he shouted.

You hid your burning face behind the wide brim of his hat, feeling like you could float right off the ship.

Somewhere behind you, Zoro muttered under his breath, grinning:

“Idiot.”

But you didn’t mind.

Because if loving an idiot like Luffy meant getting to see this side of him — bright, wild, and true —

you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[sugary-strawberry-shortcake]

Just A Normal Day On The Going Merry

Yandere Strawhats x Sweetpea

She was sprawled on the sunny wood, sandals off and sleeves rolled up, locked in a mock wrestling match with Chopper. He was currently “fainted,” tongue out, little hooves twitching dramatically.

The Going Merry sliced across the glittering blue like a dream. Sunlight shimmered over the ocean in bursts of gold, the air warm and salted, wind teasing at the sails overhead.

Sweetpea sat cross-legged on the deck, a soft pink ribbon Chopper had tied into her hair fluttering with each gust. Her sandals had been discarded nearby, and she was laughing—full-bodied and bright—as Chopper dramatically pretended to faint from a tickle attack.

“Agh! Too strong, Sweetpea!” the little reindeer cried, rolling on his back.

“You promised you wouldn’t use your Rumble Ball!” she giggled, hands up in surrender.

“I’m not, I swear!” Chopper puffed up, cheeks pink beneath his fur. “But you’re cheating! That laugh—it’s not fair!”

“Doctor Down,” she whispered, poking his fuzzy cheek. “I thought you said you were the strongest on the ship?”

Chopper jolted up, flustered. “T-That’s only when I’m serious! I was holding back! If I really went all out, you’d be on the floor!”

The girl pouted. “Mean… I just wanted to play…”

He instantly folded. “Wha—N-No! You’re amazing! I was just kidding, Sweetpea!”

The nickname had become her name after the accident. Something about the real one had been swept out with the tide — a head injury in some long-gone storm, the details swallowed by time and salt. They never talked much about it, only said she was found floating near a wreck, half-drowned and clutching a piece of sailcloth like it mattered.

Now, she was Sweetpea. That was all that mattered to them.

A lanky shadow fell over them both.

“Hey, Chopper,” Luffy’s voice cut in, deceptively bright, “you’ve had her all morning.”

The little reindeer blinked. “Huh?”

Luffy crouched beside her, straw hat tilted back so you could see the impatient gleam in his eyes.

“Sweetpea, let’s go. I want to try something with my Gomu Gomu no… you’ll love it. Come on!” He didn’t wait for a response, fingers curling gently around her wrist.

Chopper puffed up. “She’s resting! You always get to steal her!”

“But she said she’d help me today,” Luffy whined.

“I didn’t,” the girl started, confused.

“Yes, you did,” Luffy said, voice still light but sharp beneath it. “You forgot again.”

That made her freeze, and Luffy’s grin widened just a little. His grip tightened.

“She forgets a lot,” he said softly. “So we have to remind her.”

“Don’t pull her like that,” Zoro’s voice cut in from the upper deck.

He was leaning against the railing, swords at his hip, gaze cool and unreadable. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Sweetpea once since breakfast.

“She’s not some tug toy, Luffy.”

“Don’t act like you’re not waiting to drag her off to nap on your stupid moss pile again,” Nami said sharply, brushing past Zoro with a thick binder of maps in one hand. “I actually had plans. Sweetpea and I are reorganizing my old route logs—”

“Like hell that’s happening,” Sanji appeared on the lower deck with a tray of melon slices, eyes burning like twin suns. “She hasn’t eaten enough today. I’m taking care of her.”

“She was with me,” Chopper protested.

“And now she’s mine,” Luffy shot back.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” she said, small and uncertain.

The deck went quiet.

Sanji’s smile trembled at the edges. Zoro’s knuckles turned white around a sword hilt. Nami didn’t blink. Luffy’s arm curled a little tighter around her wrist.

“You don’t mean that,” Luffy said gently. “That’s just the memory thing talking.”

“I—”

“You’re one of us,” Nami added, kneeling in front of Sweetpea, brushing her hair back. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Zoro stepped down the stairs slowly. “And we’re not sharing you around like a game piece.”

“I didn’t say I wanted—”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Sanji said, pushing the fruit tray into her hands with a too-bright smile. “We’ll make sure you’re happy. Always.”

A breeze stirred the deck. The sails flapped softly.

She looked down at the melon in her lap, her hand still caught in Luffy’s, the others crowding closer, all of them staring like their newest crewmate was the only sun in the world.

She smiled sweetly.

It felt easier than arguing.

[elliewrites77]

Oh My Love

Monkey D. Luffy x fem!reader

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You were lounging in the forest, a bed of soft moss underneath your blanket as you rested underneath the shade and took in the breeze. The smell of the ocean only a few feet away from the tree line, just barely in sight, calmed you.

You winged animal friend laid resting right next to you, tired after his daily flight. The hippogriff has taken a bit longer today, taking two laps around the large island instead of his normal one.

You smiled as you glanced at him, seeing how tired he was. Despite being such a large creature, he reminded you of a cat when he was sleepy.

That changed, though, when he suddenly perked up, on alert as he looked towards the ocean. His eyes focused on the little bit of ocean you could see through the trees.

You sat up, glancing from him to the same direction. His sight was naturally much better than yours, so you couldn't see whatever it was that caught his attention. But you knew he saw something when he stood suddenly, his stance getting protective as it always did when something unfamiliar was approaching. He was protecting you.

You stood with him, hand moving to his feathers along his back as you strained your ears, hoping to hear something. All you could hear was the sound of the waves.

You hopped onto his back, knowing he would want to examine the possible threat. He took off almost instantly, making you clench your eyes as the wind whips your hair all over. No matter how many times you flew with him, it always took a moment to adjust.

As soon as you made it into the sky, you searched below for any sign of what he sensed. In the near distance, you saw a ship. It was too far to see what image was on the sails, or the smaller details of the ship, but you could tell this ship was different. Far different from any ship you'd seen before, pirate or otherwise.

Flying higher, your companion got closer to the clouds so that you could get closer to the ship but hopefully stay out of danger.

That attempt, however, was for not when your flying friend was suddenly grabbed by what appeared to be...arms??

They wrapped around his form multiple times, even winding around his midsection, which left your legs trapped against the beast. Your eyes widen as a screech leaves the hippogriff. Before either of you know, you're being pulled down.

A scream leaves your lips as you grab onto his feathers, eyes clenching in fear. You felt him close his wings, unable to fight against the strong pull of the 'arms', and not wanting to risk them getting injured. The extra security around your legs did little to stop the dropping of your stomach. You felt queasy.

You felt the arms unwrap right before the feeling of flooring underneath his hooves. You slid off his back, landing on your side on what felt like a wooden floor, and had to keep your eyes clenched as you tried not to throw up. You could hear talking, but the pounding in your ears made it impossible to understand any of what was being said or by who. Your eyes remained shut until you felt your feathered friend stayed, hearing his wings spread almost instantly. Without looking, you knew he was taking a protective stance once more, ready to fight whatever foe pulled you both down. You blinked your eyes open.

He was standing in front of you, making it impossible to see the owners of the voices on the other side. But you could hear them.

"Luffy! What was that for?!" A woman's voice said, followed by what sounded like a smack.

"OW! Look at it, it's a giant bird thing! SANJI!" Another, male voice yelled out. Something about the voice reminded you of sunshine, which was a weird thought, but one you had all the same.

Your friend remained in his protective position, intentionally hiding you behind his large body. You tried to look around at what you could from your position, but nothing you saw really helped you.

You heard footsteps, and the sound of a door shutting. The feeling of not knowing how many enemies were on the other side of your winged friend made you heart race, slight panic setting in. You gripped his feathers, still on the floor. The action made his focus shift, his bird like head turning to look at you. This shift made his wings drop slightly, making you visible to the unknown sailors.

You made eye contact with a girl with long orange hair, and her eyes mirrored yours as they widened. She seemed to freeze, during which you took the chance to stand, gripping your friend tighter for safety. This gave the rest of the people the chance to see you, except for the mans voice from before. He saw him, a man with a straw hat on his head, turned away and speaking to a taller man who also froze at the sight of you.

"Cook this bird thing, Sanji! It looks yummy!"

The mans words made fire settle in your chest, replacing the panic. The idea of someone killing your dear friend, treating him as if they were cattle bread just to be made dinner, made you furious.

"He is not your food!" You own voice surprised you. You hadn't even meant to speak, but you tried to straighten your spine once you realized you did, wanting to appear tough and sure.

The man turned at the sound of your voice, but didn't seem to realize you were a stranger, a sudden and unexpected presence on board, when he replied.

"But he looks tasty!" He practically whines, before being smack on the head by the orange-haired girl. It seems to get his attention, as he actually focuses on you while rubbing the back on his head where a bump has now formed. He looks at you with a confused look, but doesn't at all seem alarmed.

You, however, stare back with wide eyes, shocked. Those words. Those words were the exact same ones tattooed into your skin. The same words that you had read every single day since you turned 18 years old. The same words that you had waited to hear, because they would finally mean you've met your soulmate.

"You?!" You exclaim, grabbing your head. Your stress was clear. Your soulmate was the person who had (somehow) captured you and your companion. Someone who, by the looks of it, was a pirate, if the skull and crossbones on the sail was anything to go by.

Don't get me wrong, now that you're looking at him, he doesn't seem all that threatening, but still. He basically kidnapped you, even if unintentionally.

He seems even more confused at your words, but neither of you get a chance to speak before a small animal, who looks just like a reindeer on 2 legs, walks up to the man and grabs his wrist, turning it to reveal the words. The placement was the same as the words on you.

"Look Luffy, those are your words!" The reindeer spoke. This 'Luffy' stared down at his wrist, taking a moment to recall how the words you first spoke were the exact ones written on his skin. When he realized, he looked up at you once more.

You weren't exactly expecting a large grin, one the shinned so bright it rivaled the sun, to take over his face. Before you could even blink, you were being wrapped (again) by his unnaturally stretchy arms. They coiled around you in an imitation of a hug, leaving you immobile and unable to fight against him as he pulled you into his chest. Your breath left you at the impact. He was very very strong.

You heard a sound leave your flying-friend, seemingly surprised at the sudden manner in which you were taken from his side. You also heard a girly screech follow, assuming the girl from before got spooked.

"Hiya Soulmate! I'm Luffy." Luffy introduced, still hugging you to his chest tightly.

"L-uffy..Please..let..go.." You managed to get out. His hold was far too tight.

He listened, thankfully, unwrapping his arms and letting you go from his hug. You stumbled back slightly, getting a chance to really look at him as he did you.

Perhaps it was because you knew he was your soulmate, or perhaps it was his joyful smile. Whatever it was, you were able to push aside the strange and uncomfortable meeting, and give him a grin in return.

"Hi Luffy, I'm y/n." You said, not bothering to go for a handshake, considering he had already hugged (squeezed) you. You glance back to the hippogriff behind you before looking to Luffy again. "Please don't eat my friend."

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After getting a pretty reluctant promise from Luffy that he wouldn't try to hurt or eat your companion, you allowed him to pull you away. The rest of his group didn't even get a chance to introduce themselves, or stop their captain, which you learned he was after a while. He was so eager to meet you, apparently having been as excited as you had always been. He was especially eager to know more about your friend, mentioning how cool pets are just as good as new meat. You tried explaining he wasn't a pet, but Luffy only gave you a blank look.

Hours past, the sun slowly setting behind you both as you talked. He apologized for 'kidnapping' you, informing you he hadn't known you were even on the creature he mistook as a giant bird. After forgiving him, he asked about your island. They were apparently stopping for supplies, though they couldn't stay for long because the log pose, worn by who you learned was Nami, would risk getting set on the wrong target. You tried not to show how deflated that made you feel, hearing that your newly found soulmate wouldn't be staying for more than a day at most. You weren't sure what that meant.

Once you finally realized how late it was getting, you told Luffy you needed to head home.

"What, why? Do you have to go?" He said (whined), pulling you back down when you tried to stand. It made you laugh.

"Because Luffy, it's late and we have to get home." You said, gesturing to the resting hippogriff, who had a sleeping reindeer resting against him.

"But you'll come back tomorrow, right? Ready to sail?" Luffy stood, letting you do the same. Thankfully, he could be clingy but not too overbearing.

His words made you pause though, giving him a confused look.

"Sail? What do you mean?"

He stared back, giving you the same look as if the answer were obvious.

"Well you're comin' with us, aren't you? You're my soulmate."

Your eyes widen. Yes, you had figured that either you would have to go with him or he'd have to stay unless you two were to be separated, but you hadn't really thought that the expectation was for you to just go with him.

"I-I hadn't..I guess I didn't think about it..But Luffy, I can't just leave me home without giving it some thought. If you're leaving tomorrow, what if I'm not ready?"

He seemed to pause, a small pout on his face as he thought about what you said. You weren't sure what kind of crazy idea he would come up with, but his thinking face made you smile.

"Nami says we can't stay too long, so I don't think we'll be able to wait. But don't you want to stay with me? You said you were as excited as me."

"I'd like to stay with you, Luffy, but I've never considered being a pirate. This island is my home, this life is what I know. You're asking me to leave that all behind without even giving me a full day to consider."

He huffed, his brows furrowing. He reminded you a bit of a child who wasn't getting the toy he wanted, but you couldn't help finding him endearing.

"Look, I'll..think about it tonight. Just..wait till tomorrow afternoon, and I'll meet you at the docks to give you my answer." You eventually spoke, sighing as you felt a bit of stress over the decision you'd have to make.

Luffy seemed pleased with your answer, giving you a nod and a smile. Assuming that meant you could leave, since the ship had docked hours ago, you walked towards your feathered friend. He stood, making Chopper slide onto the floor (somehow staying asleep). Before you got onto his back, you paused and turned back to Luffy.

rushing toward him, you pulled his taller frame down to kiss his cheek, not giving him a moment to offer a reaction before rushing back to the hippogriff and hopping on. You continued to avoid looking back to Luffy as you took to the sky, the moon lighting your way back to the humble cottage you called home.

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You didn't sleep that night. Once you made it home, you spent the first hour sitting outside your house, talking to your beastly friend, asking him what he thought; should you go or stay? He, in turn, spent the hour looking at you with a blank stare. He would be more helpful if he could understand me, and I him you had thought.

After that, you paced around your home, thinking about all of the pros and cons to your options.

If you went, you'd finally get to be with your soulmate (whether romantically or otherwise), you'd be apart of a seemingly fun and good group of people, you'd get to travel and go on adventures, and you'd be a part of a family.

But you'd also be a pirate, someone who was constantly being chased by the marines. Your life would always be in danger, the unknown would be what you have to look forward to. And you wouldn't be able to be sure of anything. Not when you'd get to eat, when you'd be on land, when you'd be in a fight, nothing. Luffy seemed to be a little unpredictable, and with the way he talked about the adventures he had already had, a little fight-seeker. That meant you'd never even be sure your soulmate was actually safe.

If you stayed, if you stuck with what you knew, life would be just as easy as you were used to. The only difference would be that you wouldn't daydream about meeting your soulmate, about who he was or what he was like. Because you knew. That would mean you wouldn't have anything to look forward to outside of this island.

Eventually, you rested on your bed, but didn't fall asleep. You simply laid there, contemplating it all as you stared at nothing. As the sun began to rise, though, and the sounds of the nearby village waking started to be heard, you made your decision. You hoped it was the right one.

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Luffy stared at the island from the figurehead of the Sunny, watching the people he could see like a bird watching insects. He ignored all of Nami's calls that they couldn't wait much longer, as well as Usopp's nervous 'what if she isn't coming at all'.

The crew of course wanted their captain to be with his soulmate, but they knew there was a chance you weren't willing to leave all you knew for a man you met yesterday, tattoo or not. The closer it got to noon without seeing you, the more anxious everyone became. Luffy ignored it all, waiting.

Half an hour later, just as he was starting to let the worry creep in, he heard his name being yelled from afar. He perked up, excitedly looking around the island for where the call was coming from. He saw some of the locals stop as well, turning to find the sudden voice. Then, he saw you.

You were riding on the back of the hippogriff, a small wagon attached to the creature being pulled as well. He wasn't flying, but running much like a horse was. He was careful to avoid running into any villagers as he made his way towards the ship.

Luffy whooped, jumping down to stand on the wooden dock as he bounced in excitement, already knowing your appearance meant you were coming.

You, meanwhile, shouted a few goodbyes to the villagers you had known your whole life. You had left some letters, for the ones who mattered the most. But your focus still remained on the grinning boy, who only got brighter as you got closer.

As soon as you were close enough, your companion slowed, allowing you the chance to jump down. You jogged the small distance to Luffy, who immediately wrapped you in a hug, a normal one this time, spinning you around before setting you down again. You gave him a grin, which he expectedly returned.

"What took you so long?!"

"Well I had to pack, didn't I?" You motioned to the small wagon. "My whole home in one night, you should have known that might take a while."

Luffy only smiles.

"Ready to go then? Nami's rushing you."

You laughed, nodding.

"As long as he can come with me, I'm all set." You gestured to the hippogriff. Luffy didn't hesitate to nod.

He helped you board the ship, properly introduced you to his crew, and had you sit back as they set sail. After leading you to his favorite spot on the ship, the figurehead, he grabbed your hand.

As you held his hand, looking out at the vast ocean you were starting to travel on, the wind blowing against your skin, you smiled. You knew then, you had definitely made the right choice.

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after the first "companion" i knew i made the wrong choice not naming the hippogriff lol. But maybe I will later, who knows. Anyway, this is my first One Piece fic! I plan to do a soulmate au for more of the strawhats, but Luffy was naturally the first. :) so far all i've done is JJK stuff, but I hope this is still good. im always open to constructive criticism! barely proofread

[chibinasuu]

Sweet Treats | Chopper & Reader

Part of the Thousand Sunny Slice-of-Life Series

Find the other parts with the rest of the Straw Hats here

Summary: You trick the Straw Hats' hard-working doctor into taking a break by bringing him a sweet treat you know he can't resist Word count: 929  Tags: one-shot, pure fluff, domestic bliss onboard the sunny, slight sanji x reader if you squint, platonic straw hat pirates x reader, no use of y/n, GN but written with F!Reader in mind

The Thousand Sunny cruised on the open waters of the Grand Line. The warm sun and gentle breeze provided a peaceful atmosphere on the crew’s fourth day at sea following a brief supply run at a small harbor town. 

A picnic table was set up on the Sunny’s deck, complete with a parasol to block the sunlight — a perfect spot for your routine afternoon tea with Brook and Robin. A disembodied arm sprouted from the table and refilled your cup, and you thanked Robin before taking a slow sip to savor the rich flavor and fragrance of the black tea. 

Afternoon tea on the Sunny was never complete without some finger sandwiches, and of course, the assortment of sweets that the Straw Hats’ cook specially whips up for the occasion. 

Sanji went the extra mile today and brought out a whole cake, smothered with his signature whipped cream and decorated with plump strawberries. 

“Oh wow, Sanji, that looks gorgeous! You’ve certainly outdone yourself this time.” You gushed as he sliced into the cake, revealing more of the red fruit hidden between the layers.

“Looks good, right?” Sanji grinned, always confident with his own cooking, although you spotted a slight tinge of pink dusting his cheeks at your praise. He added, “I wanted to use up the rest of the strawberries we got at that last island while they’re still fresh.”

He served a slice on a plate and presented it before you, then did the same for Robin. Another slice soon followed for Brook, albeit offered with a lot less flourish. 

You look around the ship at your beloved crew. Franky was seated not far from where you were, tinkering with something inside the open panel of his own arm. Zoro napped against the railing beside Usopp and Luffy, who were trying to catch some fish for dinner. Nami was reading the newspaper as she sunbathed near the helm, silently keeping Jinbe company. 

Notably, a certain little reindeer was nowhere to be seen. 

You glanced towards the direction of the infirmary, positive that’s where Chopper would be. You remembered how excited he was after obtaining some medicinal herbs at the market a few days ago, and he had been spending so much time in his office since then, busy replenishing the crew's stock of medicines, ointments, antibiotics, and other sorts of concoctions you're not sure you understand what for.

You looked up at the blonde cook, “Hey Sanji, do you think I could have another slice of the cake?”

“Why, of course, dear!” He answered with a hand on his heart, “I’d give you ten more, if that’s what you had wanted.”

You shook your head at his habitual flirty antics and thanked him, accepting the extra slice and fork before making your way to the ship’s infirmary. 

A peek through the circular window on the door showed the Straw Hat Pirates’ resident doctor hard at work, his small hooves diligently moving a pestle in a circular motion to grind up a bunch of herbs into a paste. 

Chopper looked up at the sound of your knock, face lighting up as he motioned for you to come in. 

“Hey, Chopper,” you called out, “what are you making?”

“Zoro seems to be training extra hard lately, so I’m making this salve for him — to ease muscle soreness.” He explained as he continued on with his work. 

His hooves slowly came to a stop, however, when he finally noticed what you were holding. The reindeer’s big, round eyes sparkled at the sight of the layered cake, and you chuckled at his apparent weakness for sweet treats. 

“Care to share? Sanji made it for afternoon tea.”

Chopper, of course, nodded excitedly. You sat on the edge of the empty patient bed and handed him one of the plates. You both immediately dug in, and audibly sighed at the explosion of sweetness in your mouths. 

“Sanji’s cake is the best!” Chopper exclaimed with his mouth full, “I could eat this for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!”

You laughed, “Now, that’s not exactly a healthy diet, is it Doc?”

“Oh, I guess you’re right.” He looked slightly dejected, before grinning cheekily as he realized that you were just teasing him. 

You two continued to talk about your days, all the while taking bite after bite of the scrumptious treat. Before long, the cakes were gone without a single crumb left on both of your plates. 

Chopper rubbed his tummy in satisfaction whilst slowly spinning on his favorite swivel chair, “Thanks for sharing the cake with me!”

“Anytime!” You replied with a smile. 

You moved to stack the empty plates and used utensils on one hand, glancing at the clock hanging on the infirmary wall, “Well, I took up enough of your time. Better let you get back to work.”

You pat his head gently, "Don't be late to dinner, okay?"

Chopper nodded, “I'll be done soon. I just need to finish Zoro's salve and then quickly mix some more lotion for Nami. She just ran out of it the other day!”

“Oooh, the one that smells like tangerines?”

At Chopper’s nod, you leaned in and playfully whispered, “Could you maybe set some lotion aside for me too?”

“Of course! I can even make a lavender-scented one for you!”

You can't help but smile at his thoughtfulness in remembering your preference for calming scents, “Thanks, Doc! You’re the best!”

Chopper blushed, swaying back and forth with a silly expression on his face, “Aw, shut up! You saying that is not gonna make me happy or anything~”

a/n: oda revealed in an sbs (vol. 104) that chopper makes skin care for nami and i thought that was the most wholesome thing ever

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[inseobts]

Hello! Idk if you done this before but could you do a imagine of either the strawhats or heart pirates (your choice) reacting to their newest crewmate die during a battle and then a minute later is up on their feet again cussing how much of a pain it is to deal with this shit. Basically has Deadpool inability to die just without his vulgar attitude and language and a lot less annoying, just seemly chill that they can just, come back to life after being shot? Definitely will give some people a heart attack. (Definitely has their bounty rise a lot after the marines find out they can’t die) plz and thank you!!!!

Surprise, I'm alive!

strawhat crew x gn ! strawhat ! reader (platonic)

words count: 1.7k

tags: platonic, strawhat reader, immortal reader, luffy tries to test your immortality

masterlist || ko-fi

The battle is chaos. Cannons boom, swords clash, and the air is thick with smoke and the smell of gunpowder. You don’t know exactly how it happens, but one moment, you’re blocking a sword swing, and the next, a bullet tears through your chest.

Your body hits the ground with a dull thud.

Silence.

Then, pure, unfiltered panic.

"Y/N!" Luffy’s scream cuts through the battlefield like a knife. His eyes widen in horror, and his usual carefree grin vanishes "Oi! Get up!"

Zoro, mid-swing against an enemy, falters as he sees your unmoving body "Damn it! They got Y/N!" His grip on his swords tightens "I should’ve been watching!"

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Usopp’s voice is shrill. He looks like he’s about to throw up "We—we need Chopper! Chopper!"

Sanji’s cigarette drops from his mouth as he turns sharply "Tch—those bastards." His expression darkens, and before anyone can stop him, he launches a devastating kick that sends one of the attackers flying "They’re dead. Every last one of them."

"Y/N!!" Nami’s eyes are wide with shock. She looks from your lifeless body to the enemy forces and then to Chopper, who is already rushing over, tears forming in his eyes.

"No! No, no, no! Hold on, Y/N!" Chopper skids to your side, his tiny hooves trembling as he checks for a pulse "They’re—THEY’RE NOT BREATHING!"

"No," Robin murmurs, brows furrowing "Not like this."

Franky’s hands clench into fists "That’s it! These jerks are SUPER dead!"

Brook, ever the gentleman, removes his hat solemnly "Ah…Y/N, my dear friend… You will be missed."

The crew collectively ignores him.

Luffy’s hands shake "This isn’t funny" he mutters. His knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists "They were my crew! They were—"

Then, right in the middle of their grief, in the middle of the battlefield, you groan.

"God, that hurt like hell."

The silence that follows is deafening.

You push yourself up, rubbing your chest where the bullet hole should be, but there’s nothing. Just a torn shirt and a lot of blood.

"Ugh, I hate dealing with this shit." You stand up, rolling your shoulders like you just woke up from a nap "That one stung."

Luffy’s jaw drops "HUUUUUUH?!"

Chopper looks like he’s about to pass out "B-B-But you were—you weren’t breathing! You were DEAD!"

"Yeah, about that," you say, dusting yourself off "I don’t really stay dead. Kind of a thing I have."

Nami looks like she’s questioning reality itself "Excuse me?!"

"You mean," Usopp wheezes, pointing at you like you’re some kind of horror story, "you just DIE and come back?! Like Brook??"

You nod "Not really... but pretty much."

Sanji, still mid-rampage, freezes "...You mean I just got worked up for nothing?"

"I mean, I appreciate the rage," you say with a grin "Nice to know you guys care."

Zoro stares at you for a long moment "You had us thinking you were gone, dumbass."

"Not my fault! I was shot! I wasn't expecting that!!"

"HOW ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE?!" Franky yells, gesturing wildly.

"Oh, I just don’t die."

"THAT IS NOT AN EXPLANATION!"

Luffy suddenly laughs, his earlier grief completely gone, replaced with awe "Shishishi! That’s so cool! Y/N, you’re like a zombie! But not a creepy one like Brook!"

"Hey!" Brook protests "That’s hurtful!"

Robin, ever the calm one, tilts her head "So you’ve had this ability this entire time?"

You shrug "Yeah, but I never really had to use it around you guys. You all are usually pretty good at keeping me from getting shot or anything deadly."

Chopper is still hyperventilating "I CAN’T HANDLE THIS KIND OF STRESS."

"Well, get used to it, buddy." You pat his tiny head "‘Cause something tells me the Marines are gonna be real interested in me once they find out."

Nami groans "Ugh. I can already hear our bounties going up."

"Not my fault!"

Zoro sighs "You’re a pain in the ass."

You grin "And yet, you’d miss me if I was really gone."

He clicks his tongue but doesn’t deny it.

Luffy laughs again and throws an arm around your shoulders "This is awesome! We’re unstoppable now! Let’s go kick some more ass!"

And just like that, the chaos resumes with the Strawhats now fully aware that their newest crewmate is literally impossible to kill.

The battle wraps up quickly after your "revival", mostly because the enemy forces are too busy freaking out about the supposedly dead person walking around like nothing happened. Some of them flat-out drop their weapons and run. Others just stand there, gaping in horror.

"D-Demon!" one of them shouts before bolting.

"Huh," you say, watching them flee "Didn’t expect that reaction."

Luffy grins "Shishishi! You scared ‘em good!"

Sanji lights another cigarette, shaking his head "I don’t blame them. If I saw a corpse cursing about how annoying it was to die, I’d run too."

Chopper is still clutching his chest, trying to breathe properly "I’m going to need so much tea after this."

Nami rubs her temples "You and me both, Chopper. You and me both."

Usopp finally stops hyperventilating long enough to poke you in the arm "Okay, but like… does it hurt? When you die?"

You nod "Oh yeah. It sucks. But I get over it."

Franky whistles "That is SUPER messed up."

Robin chuckles "It’s certainly rare. The government would definitely want to study you to know how to avtually kill you."

You groan "Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about. If they find out, I’m probably getting a massive bounty."

Luffy’s eyes sparkle "That means we’re gonna be even more famous!"

Zoro crosses his arms "Not necessarily a good thing, Captain."

Before the conversation can continue, a loud explosion erupts from the distance. The remaining enemy ships have started retreating, but they’re firing cannons to cover their escape.

One of the cannonballs heads straight for you.

"Move!" Nami shouts.

"Nah, I got it" you say casually.

The cannonball slams directly into you, kicking up a massive cloud of dust and debris.

The Straw Hats lose their minds for the second time that day.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Sanji yells.

Chopper throws himself to the ground, screaming into his hooves "I CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS!"

"Why didn’t they move?!" Nami shrieks.

Luffy just grins "They’ll be fine. Right, Y/N?"

The dust settles, and there you are, lying on your back in a crater, looking mildly annoyed.

"Okay," you groan "That one sucked more than the bullet."

Brook tilts his skull "Ah, but did you feel it in your bones? Yohohoho!"

"I swear to god, Brook."

Franky shakes his head "I don’t know if this is amazing or horrifying."

Robin smiles "Both."

Zoro sighs "At this point, I don’t think anything can actually kill you."

You give him a thumbs-up "Pretty much hiw it works"

Luffy bursts into laughter and punches his fist into his palm "Alright! That means we really are unstoppable now! Let’s get back to the Sunny and celebrate!"

The crew cheers, except for Chopper, who is still lying on the ground, contemplating his life choices.

As the Thousand Sunny sails away from the battlefield, a transmission crackles to life in a Marine base far away. A serious-looking officer listens to the report with growing concern.

"…Confirmed reports indicate that the Straw Hat Pirates have a new crewmember with apparent immortality. We are still gathering information, but if true, this could be one of the greatest threats we’ve ever faced."

The officer frowns "Increase surveillance on their movements. If this is real, their bounty is going to skyrocket."

The crew is still struggling to process what they just witnessed. Chopper is on his fourth cup of tea, shaking slightly. Nami is already calculating how much higher her bounty is going to be just because of association. Luffy, meanwhile, is grinning ear to ear.

"Alright, Y/N, let’s test it!" Luffy exclaims.

You blink "Test what?"

"Your power! Let’s see how much you can take before you go down!"

"Absolutely not," Nami cuts in immediately "We are NOT using our crewmate as a test dummy."

Luffy pouts "But it’s so cool! Y/N’s like a superhero! Or a really bad zombie!"

Brook raises a hand "As an actual undead individual, I must say that I find this comparison quite unfair!"

Zoro leans back against the mast, arms crossed "I say we let them do what they want. If they really can’t die, it’s useful information."

Sanji glares at him "And what, you just wanna go around slicing them up for fun?"

"Did I say that?"

"You were thinking it."

Usopp waves his hands frantically "Okay, okay, let’s NOT casually experiment with Y/N’s immortality like it’s some kind of game! We should be asking the important questions."

"Like what?" You ask.

"Like… can you drown?"

Silence.

Everyone turns to look at you. Your eye twitches.

"Usopp," you say slowly "Why would you even ask that?"

"Because it’s important! What if we’re in a battle at sea? What if you fall overboard? Will you just come back to life at the bottom of the ocean?"

You pause, then frown "…I have no idea."

"WELL, THERE’S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!" Luffy cheers and suddenly grabs you, launching himself off the ship and into the water.

The crew collectively loses their minds.

"LUFFY, YOU ABSOLUTE MORON!" Nami screeches "YOU’RE A DEVIL FRUIT USER!"

Sanji dives in instantly, hauling both you and Luffy out of the sea. Luffy is sputtering and laughing, while you just cough up a lungful of seawater.

"So?" Luffy asks excitedly "Did you die?"

You glare at him "I ALMOST DID, YOU IDIOT!" You shake your head and squeeze water out of your shirt "Looks like I still need to breathe. Maybe I'll just be alive once I'm out of water..."

Chopper collapses in relief "THANK GOD."

Robin chuckles "Well, that settles that. Y/N isn’t entirely indestructible."

Franky grins "Still, that’s SUPER impressive! The Marines are gonna have a fit when they get the full report on this."

Meanwhile, at Marine Headquarters, a high-ranking officer slams a fresh bounty poster onto the table. Your face stares back at them, right beneath a massive new bounty.

WANTED: Y/N Dead or Alive Bounty: 1,200,000,000 Berries

"Find them. Now."

[justa-fanfic-writer]

– Obedient little boy

Obedient Law, Law acts like a Lovesick dog, OOC Law, I had a make-out session with canon and threw them out the window, and Male Reader is on their makima phase.

Trafalagar Law x Male Reader

Summary: The straw hats never knew that Trafalgar Law could be so... obedient? While the other heart pirates were already used to it but they all were still uncomfortable with it, but You and Law don't give two fucks–

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The Thousand Sunny sailed smoothly under the bright blue sky, the waves gently lapping against the ships as the Straw Hat Pirates and Heart Pirates were gathered for a meeting. The two crews had teamed up again for a joint mission while Law was thinking of making a strategy. The rest were mingling and shared stories or just doing their own business.

But there was one thing that no one would have anticipated, and it was about to leave the Straw Hats in complete utter shock.

Trafalgar Law, the stoic and usually serious captain of the Heart Pirates, stood at the side of the deck, his gaze fixed on you-his boyfriend, and the one person who had him wrapped around your finger. You, with your sweet yet almost sickening smile, approached him with a look that made Law's heart race. The Heart Pirates exchanged uneasy glances, knowing exactly what was coming, while the Straw Hats remained blissfully unaware.

You stopped in front of Law, your smile widening as you spoke in a voice that dripped with honey.

"Law, why don't you sit down and be a good boy for me?"

The command was soft, but it had an immediate effect. Without hesitation, Law obediently sat down on a nearby crate, his usual serious expression melting away into one of quiet submission. The Heart Pirates, already used to this strange dynamic, shifted uncomfortably but remained silent. However, the Straw Hats were utterly stunned.

"W-What the...?"

Sanji stammered, his cigarette nearly falling from his lips.

"Is this real?"

Usopp whispered, his eyes wide with disbelief,

Even Zoro, who rarely showed surprise, raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the sight of Law being so compliant.

You didn't seem to notice–or care– about the shock you were causing. Instead, you flashed that same sweet smile and, without missing a beat, settled yourself on Law's lap. The move was so casual, so natural, that it almost seemed as if you had done it a thousand times before which, in truth, you probably had.

Law's arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, and he looked up at you with an expression that could only be described as adoring. The tough, battle-hardened captain of the Heart Pirates was nowhere to be seen; in his place was a man completely and utterly devoted to you.

You reached up and gently patted his head, your fingers threading through his dark hair.

"Such a good boy, Law"

You cooed, your voice soft and affectionate.

"You're my very good boy, aren't you?"

Law's cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn't try to hide his reaction. Instead, he leaned into your touch, practically melting beneath your gentle praise. The sight was enough to send shivers down the spines of anyone watching but for entirely different reasons.

The Straw Hats were in various states of disbelief and discomfort. Luffy's mouth hung open, completely stunned by what he was seeing. Nami and Robin exchanged glances, unsure whether to laugh or be concerned, while Chopper hid his face behind his hooves, clearly embarrassed.

Jinbei and Brook, tho? Well, let's just say Brook had his jaw wide open while Jinbei was looking at the other direction, hoping to be distracted by the view.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Heart Pirates, though maybe accustomed to this odd display of affection, still couldn't help but feel a little weirded out by it. They had seen their captain in countless dangerous situations, facing down enemies without fear, but seeing him like this– completely submissive to you–was something they would never fully get used to.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against Law's as you whispered.

"My perfect little puppy"

And then You kissed him, long and slow, your fingers still gently stroking his hair.

Law had responded immediately, his arms tightening around you as he returned the kiss with a passion that belied his usually reserved nature. It was as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist for him–there was only You, and he was completely lost in your touch.

The Straw Hats could only watch in stunned silence as the kiss continued, the air around them thick with an uncomfortable tension. When You finally pulled away, a satisfied smile on your lips, Law was left breathless, his eyes half-lidded and filled with adoration that you might as well could also see the hearts on his eyes.

You chuckled softly, giving him one last affectionate pat on the head.

"Such a good puppy"

You murmured, and Law practically purred in response, his contentment radiating from him like warmth from the sun.

The silence is LOUD

By this point, the Straw Hats were actually on the verge of gagging. Specifically, Sanji as he had turned away, muttering something about how quote on quote on that. "Love should be beautiful, not this... this weird show!" As Sanji felt like gagging as he stuck his tongue out.

Usopp looked like he was about to actually pass out, and even Luffy was scratching his head, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed.

The Heart Pirates, though trying to maintain their composure, were clearly struggling to keep their cool. Some of them were muttering under their breath, while others just looked away, pretending to be interested in anything other than the sight of their captain being so utterly... domesticated and love sickened...

As for You, you simply smiled, completely unfazed by the reactions around you. You knew exactly how much you affected Law, and you relished in it. Leaning back slightly, you allowed Law to wrap his arms more securely around you, his head resting against your shoulder as he basked in your presence

It was clear to everyone now– no matter how strong or serious Trafalgar Law might appear to the world, when it came to you, he was nothing more than an obedient, lovesick puppy

And this nightmare of an event was something none of them would never ever forget ever.

And while Male Reader and Law are still in the background still making out–

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Made this because I had a dream with law being an obedient boy, AND I LOVE ME HOT MEN WHOS OBEDIANT FOR YOU, AND YOU ONLY SO BARK BARK WOOF WOOF BITCHES.

[jadedchainsaw]

One Piece men if you ask them to peel you an orange/tangerine

Through the good graces of our girl Nami, she let you have one of her precious tangerines, but you don’t want to peel it so instead you go to bug one of your crewmate’s.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Luffy:

“Hey Luffy, can you-“

“Oh thanks, a snack!”

He eats it whole, right out of your hand

You: 😦

“Did you want something?”

Zoro:

Already grumpy that you woke him up from a nap but begrudgingly agrees, holding out his hand

The dumbass tries to split it in two with his bare hands

Gets the juice in his good eye

RIP

Sanji:

(If you identify as a woman)

As if you have to even ask this man

He snatches the fruit out of your hand the second you walk into the kitchen

Peels and plates it fancy, like a rose.

And he makes a tea out of the orange peels (we love a zero waste ship-household)

(If you identify as a man)

“Peel it your damn self.”

Damn

Usopp:

Agrees to peel it for you but now you have to listen to one of his made up stories.

“You know, this reminds me of the time I single handedly saved a city from a vicious orange-a-saurus! What, you’ve never heard of it? Well it’s a savage beast, three times the size of the sunny with razor sharp-“

You get the picture

Chopper:

Agrees to peel it for you, but he can’t quite get it with his hooves

You end up peeling it and sharing the fruit together

Franky:

He makes a little robot to peel the orange for you

Dubs it the “Franky peeler-nator 500”

he and the little robot strike a cool pose

Brook:

He happily agrees to peel it for you

He’ll tell you a story about his old crew and Laboon

“Oh my, this orange juice sure feels sticky! Or it would if I had any skin! Yohoho!

Now, may I see your panties-“

Jinbe:

Of course he’ll peel it for you

He’ll hand each slice to you one at a time as he steers the ship

Kind of like a dad and his kid

Killer:

Agrees, but he’ll slice it instead of peeling it

Still plates it nicely for you

Kid:

You’re better off asking killer but if you’re that determined-

“What are ya’? A fucking baby?”

Does it after some convincing, but he’ll loudly complain about getting it under his nails

Law:

“No.”

Slams the door in your face

You walk away dejectedly but you hear his office door open again and Law heavily sigh, motioning for you to come back so he can peel it for you

[gingernut1314]

I just want to say I love your blog!! Not sure if you do requests but I loved the one about the hammock and Zoro. Can you do a part 2 where the crew wakes up and teases Zoro about it (and obvi sanji gets jealous)

Demons and Claws Pt. 2

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, Fluff, mild anime spoilers (Chopper)

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Thank you!! I really appreciate your kind words!! 🩷 I do take requests!!! And yessssss!! I love it when the crew interacts! I hope you all enjoy! (Updated style to match like fics on Feb. 4th, 2025. No words have been changed)

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You dreamed of small coffee shops. Coffee shops whose ambiance was interrupted by your crew, who had followed you into its cozy walls.

You dreamed of cool, sea breezes and polishing weapons as Zoro laid his head on your shoulder, snoring up a storm. 

You dreamed of--something hard and sharp kicked your face. Something hard and sharp that kicked your face repeatedly in a near frantic manner. 

It had your eyes snapping open and held a hand up to protect your face from getting kicked again by the cloven hooves swinging your way. Chopper hung from the edge of his hammock grunting and whining as his hooved feet continued to try and find something to stand on.

“Chopper.” You said, blocking another kick. “Chopper stop.” You grumbled, making the doctor freeze. He turned his pink, top hat-wearing head down to look at you, giving you an anxious little smile. 

“Sorry--wait, what are you doing in here?” He asked, his body getting swung slightly by the sea rocking the ship. 

“I was trying to sleep.” You huffed, reaching over Zoro’s still snoozing form to grab Chopper. He let go of his hammock and patted your hand with a nervous laugh. 

“Heh, heh…silly me. Sorry, Y/N. I’ll let you get back--” 

“I am going to murder you both.” Zoro's rough voice said, cutting off Chopper and rumbling through your arms. Chopper gave a squeaking little noise, squirming in your grip and giving apology after apology that was broken by a loud scream when Sanji's head popped up next to him. 

“If you two idiots don’t--” When Sanji’s blue eyes found you lying there, the murder, which had once been shimmering in his eyes vanished. “Beautiful.” He greeted, leaning in closer with that charming smile of his. “I thought I heard your melodic voice. What are you doing all the way down here with that dirty oaf?” 

“I’d watch your mouth, waiter.” Sanji’s eyes snapped to stare daggers Zoro’s way, who had yet to open his eyes.

“Good morning, Sanji.” You sighed, grabbing hold of Chopper's hooved hands to lower him down onto the nice fabric of the couch below. He bounced a few times before hopping off onto the floor. “I just needed a snuggle buddy is all.” Zoro’s hand reattached itself around your waist and pulled you away from the cook smiling at you.

“If a snuggle buddy is want you needed, you could have come to me. A radiant beauty such as yourself shouldn’t have to stoop so low as to ask such a brutish creature for such things. I’ll do it without a single complaint.” Zoro’s eyes snapped open then with a growl, zeroing in on the chef.

“I’ll give you something to complain about, curly brow. Two things.” He hissed, clenching his fists. Sanji scoffed.

“Oh yeah? Well--” A knock on the wall between the two hammock rows had you pulling your attention away from the still arguing Sanji and Zoro to find Usopp had woken up and was watching all of this unfold with an amused smirk on his lips. The emergency exit that separated the two rooms snapped open and Nami poked her orange-haired head in, a look of slight annoyance on her face. 

“Pay up.” He chuckled, looking overly proud of himself as he held his hand, palm up and fingers wiggling, down towards the navigator. She opened her mouth to argue but Usopp silenced her with a simple head nod towards you and Zoro. When her blue eyes scanned you both over, she shut it with a huff.

“What are you two up to?” You asked, sitting up to watch them better. 

“Oh, nothing to worry your radiant head about,” Usopp said, teasing you with the compliment Sanji had just given you. Nami ducked her head back into your shared room, grumbling away only to come back out two seconds later with a few green berries which she slapped into his hand. 

“Don’t forget the specifics, Usopp,” Nami said, resting her elbows on the ledge and extending a hand toward Usopp with a smug look. “Pay up.” 

“But--”

“Pay. Up. Or I’ll add interest.” Usopp groaned and handed her half of the money he had just earned back. 

“Usopp.” You hissed, making the man jump around startled, to face you again. “What the hell?” He seemed to grow overly nervous then. 

“Oh, you know. Me and Nami are just--” He looked back to Nami for help but the navigator gave him a little salute.

“Hope you two love birds slept well.” Nami teased your way, making your heart nearly freeze.

“Love birds--Nami--” Zoro snapped away from his argument just as she slammed and locked the emergency exit shut.

The swordsman looked over Usopp's nervous grin as he sunk deeper into his blankets before his attention drifted down to you. He took in your tensed-up demeanor. Took you in slowly and in a way that was long enough for him to try and gauge what you might possibly be thinking in that moment.

“Alright.” He hissed, having made his assessment of you. Zoro sat up a bit in his newfound annoyance, making the hammock sway dangerously. You grabbed onto his strong chest for dear life, feeling gravity pull you towards the ground.

New sturdy and not literal burlap sack hammocks were definitely in order.  

“I’ve still got another hour left and I’ve had it up to--”

“Did someone say snuggles?” The groggy voice of your captain sounded, cutting the grumpy swordsmen off. You watched with a chuckle as he looked over the edge of his own hammock to spy Zoro and you. “Y/N!” He greeted cheerfully, rapidly ripping his sheets off and rushing up. 

“Luffy, no--” Zoro’s warning was cut off with a pained Oomph that spilled from your own lips as well when your captain's body landed on top of both of yours. Dull pain shot through your bones, but the warm, stretchy arms of your captain extending around both your bodies was quick to ease the small hurt. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to have a sleepover? We could have had Sanji cook us snacks and everything!” Luffy ecstatically said, his voice slightly muffled from where he had buried it between you and Zoro’s necks. A laugh spilled from your lips as you unwedged your arm out from under Luffy’s body to hug him back. 

“I’m sorry, captain. I’ll let you know next time.” You chuckle, patting his back.

“You sure as hell won’t tell him.” Zoro gruffed, grabbing Luffy by the scruff of his red vest and pulling him away.  

“Aww--why Zoro?” Luffy asked, a near-heartbroken look on his face that only continued to irritate Zoro.

“Yeah, Zoro?” Sanji teased, a smug grin on his face. “Let’s all snuggle up together next time. I call dibs on the spot next to Y/N--” Sanji had hardly gotten your name out of his mouth before Zoro was flinging Luffy’s body into him. Chopper gave a scream as the two went crumbling to the ground with a sharp grunt, the poor doctor caught in the crossfire and crushed under their bodies. 

“I’ll beat you all into a bloody mess if you don’t leave me the hell alone. No one is snuggling with anyone.” He barked down at the pile of bodies on the floor, which slowly started to rise. Luffy gave a forlorn little moan before Sanji threw him off himself.

You chuckled, starting to raise to get ready for the day when Zoro’s strong hand latched around your waist. He gave it a sharp tug to pull you back into his side. 

“No.” He said simply, closing his dark brown eyes once more.

“I thought you said no one was snuggling with anyone?” Zoro huffed.

“You’re not no one.” He said simply before going silent once more. You felt your chest warm at his words. A warmth that only spread as you watched his face begin to soften, sleep come to take him once more.

With a satisfied smile, you snuggled right back up into Zoro’s strong hold.

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More like this: Couldn't Sleep? {Robin 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}

[veala2]

“ꜰᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅ.”

fluff prompt: “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

SYNOPSIS - The love cook is diagnosed with a heavy heart and irritable face- redness syndrome. Safe to say: the boy’s in love. Now he just needs to confess to be cured! If only it was that simple…

CW - Cheesy, corny fluff that’s good for the soul, gn!reader, Sanji having chronic nose bleeds, Zoro shows up and spoils the show, and Chopper shows up to save the day!

A/N - Ahhhh I’m so glad I managed to finish this tonight. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Increased heart rate for periods of time.

Blood heavily rushed to the face for long periods of time.

Blood heavily rushing from nostrils for extreme periods of time.

When Chopper caught Sanji (once again) earning his title as “Mr. Nosebleed'' so affectionately given by Zoro, he first diagnosed him with the classic ‘No more pervertedness!’ and expected it to work. But in a week's time, Sanji was once again lying on Chopper's bed with his face in his hands and ears tipping off his hidden cherry face.

“We need to try something new, Sanji. It seems like Nami and Robin aren’t the causes of this. Tell me what you were doing when the nosebleeds started.”

The chef sighs, thinking carefully about the past few days.

“Well, I was making Lunch one time. Luffy walked in with Y/N, and when I asked them what they wanted to drink, I couldn’t get it out and felt the blood rushing to my face.”

Chopper quickly scribbles this down, scratching his chin at the evidence given.

“Can you give me another example?” He asked.

“Uhm… I was out giving drinks to Nami, Robin and Y/N when I just couldn’t help but feel the blood spill down my nose.”

It was then that Chopper could vaguely put the pieces together. In the stories, Y/N seemed to be a constant in both. Appearing when Sanji’s strange emotions rose. An idea formed in his head.

“Sanji, all of these instances have Y/N in common. Do you have feelings for them?”

The chef's eyes swiftly widened at the thought of his crewmate, making him stutter like a mad man.

“What? No! I don’t- I can’t say… okay, maybe I do. It won’t stop no matter how many times I try. At first I just assumed it was all of Nami, Robin and Y/N. But when it was just the two of us… I understood.”

Chopper almost felt pity for his chef. His defeated slump, his hands covering his face and his undoubtedly- but deniable- feelings for Y/N.

“Don’t worry, Sanji!” Chopper chirped, patting his blonde hair with his hooved paw, “I know your cure! You just have to tell them your feelings and you’ll start feeling better. It’ll get rid of the heavy feeling in your chest and you might stop bleeding!… as much.”

Sanji almost wanted to cry.

“But!-“

“No buts! You're taking up my medicine making time by pining too much. You must do this, Sanji! For the good of humanity and your nose!”

When the morning sky falls and night comes into view, Sanji expertly makes a fantastical feast. Anything to keep him off the task that Chopper assigned for him. He knew what he needed to do.

The day that he discovered he was crushing hard on you was some random afternoon. He was experimenting with some recipes and decided to ask for your opinion.

The bright smile you had while munching on his food, cheeks a slight red and overall joy made his heart skip a beat. It’s a moment he’s not going to forget any time soon. Like a photographer, he snapped a mental picture of your face and just refuses to let it slide.

So, when Sanji once again asked for your opinion on new recipes, he tried to compose himself through deep breaths and drinking herbal tea.

“Hey, Sanji! I practically drifted in from that smell. Lemme guess: banana chocolate cake with… espresso?” You smiled, leaning on the edge of the kitchen counter with him on the other side. Making him red from the closeness.

“Uh- yeah! y-yeah, I added some in for some extra flavour. Surprised you picked up on it.” He stammered, looking away to keep his composure.

You grabbed a plate of the cake, grabbing a fork and taking a bite. Sanji closes and opens his eyes, spinning towards you and looking determined. Making you look confused.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something!” He starts. You raise an eyebrow.

“What’s up?” You asked, giving him a gentle smile.

“Look, th-there’s been something I’ve been wanting off my chest.. for a while. And it’s not the easiest thing in the world. You see, I-“

Before Sanji could confess, his least favourite man in the entire world bursted through the door, causing the kitchen to shake as a result. That said man places a hand on his three swords, an angered expression on his face.

“Not the kitchen, dining room, library or your locker! Dumb cook, where did you hide all the booze!?”

His abruptive-ness makes you giggle, only adding to Sanji’s frustration.

“Beat it, moss head! I’m busy here!”

Zoro looks over towards you and Sanji, the gears in his head turning as he realises what’s happening between the both of you. Thanks to his closeness with the little doctor, he knew about this exchange. If he did, it would be a safe bet to assume a part of the ship would be wrecked.

“Oh, did you finally grow the balls to confess to Y/N? I’ll head out then.” He bails, pushing through the double doors and effectively sealing Sanji’s fate.

You sharply turn your head towards the love- sick cook. Eyebrows furrowing together and light pink dusting your face. An obviously embarrassed face. He feels like he’s going to explode from how embarrassed he was.

You… had a theory of his feelings for you. But it was never confirmed until now.

Well, watching a man gain a nosebleed by simply handing you a drink did make you wonder. How he would only ask you to try his new recipes, how he always turned a little pink while looking at you, how you could almost see smiles he would try to hide whenever you laughed or did anything. Cute, dumb, smart, it didn’t matter.

“Sanji… you like me? Is this why you’ve been so weird around me for weeks?” You asked, keenly focusing on his sweating form.

“Uh, yes! I like you! No, sorry, I-I love you! Dammit!”

The cook sighed, hiding his face in his hands, running his back against the cold kitchen wall and sliding down. After fumbling his confession, he couldn’t bring himself to bring himself up.

Crouching down, you sigh with a small smile and move his hands away. He tried to move his face away, but moved back towards you with your gentle hands on his face.

He wanted to scream and run away. Grumble and wallow in his own self pity. Wanting to turn back time to when he could be confident and charming, swooping you off your feet like a true prince. But instead he hides and wants to crawl into the ground.

“Hey… look at me…” You whisper, so softly and so kindly he thought it would hurt if he denied you. So he turned, eyes sad.

“I… I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering… but that failed, so…”

Your heartstrings tug a little at his tiny voice. Not to mention his sad face is cute as hell.

“Sanji, it’s ok,” You start, standing him up on his own two feet and looking into his eyes.

“I thought it was perfect, no failures at all. And - for the record- I kind of knew you had feelings for me... And it’s reciprocated.”

It was almost like a light shone down from the heavens with that statement. His once glossy eyes now turn to pure joy. He smiled, an honest ear- to- ear smile.

“Really!?”

“Really really.”

In a love- stricken haze, he leans against the wall. Almost floating in the air with how light he feels. No more heavy blushing or profuse bleeding, no. Just pure euphoria with how his confession was received. After a couple seconds, he shoots back up, holding out his arms to hold both of your shoulders. A thought rushing through his mind while you give him a bewildered look.

“Wait, that means you’ll date me! Does that mean I’m your boyfriend now? Oo! Does that mean you’re my girlfriend?”

Oh man, were you gonna have fun messing around with him and loving him.