𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 11: 𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼/𝓝𝓲𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼
FIRST ONE PIECE FIC EVER LESGOOOOO
HEHE LUFFY MY GOOBY
I WANTED TO TRY TO KEEP ZORO IN CHARACTER SO SORRY IF ITS INNACURATE
IM GONNA MAKE IT YALL IDC IM GONNA GET THESE WRITTEN
Tags: @chrimsss @switch-writer @giggly-squiggily @trrickytickle
—ngl this do have tickles under the cut—
If there was one thing that bothered Luffy about his vice captain, it was his drowsiness. Zoro was ALWAYS sleeping, especially during the times when Luffy most wanted him awake.
On a slow day, the straw-hatted captain wanted nothing more than to bother Zoro. He jumped up about the ship, trying hard to find the green-haired male.
When he found the swordsman, the latter was snoozing on the deck.
“Zoooorooooo!” The captain whined as he lay down next to the sleeping man. “Wake up!”
No response was given to Luffy, albeit a small snore.
The straw-hatted captain pouted as he sat up. There had to be something he could do…
In one swift movement, the black-haired male prostrated himself on Zoro’s back, hoping the added pressure would wake him.
To his luck, the sleeping vice captain barely even acknowledged it. He simply sighed in a breath and exhaled gently.
Luffy pushed all of his weight onto his torso, deducing that maybe that pressure would wake him.
Again, it did not.
Now, he was stumped.
In a fit of frustration he bit down on Zoro’s shoulder. Not too hard, but (hopefully) enough for there to be an impact.
Zoro’s eyes opened and his brows furrowed angrily. “Can I help you?”
Luffy’s eyes had stars in them as he smiled widely. He threw his arms around the swordsman’s neck. “Zorooooo! Come play a game with me!”
“That’s what you woke me up for? Seriously?”
“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Come on! Nami said she was too busy, and Usopp doesn’t like my games… he’s a little scaredy cat.”
A muted “hey!” was heard from the other end of the ship…
“See I would, but I’m just sooooooo tired.” The green-haired male slurred as he started to close his eyes once more, a small smile of mischief making its way to his features.
“Nooooo! I wanna play a game! Wake up, wake up, wake up!”
Zoro fake snored rather loudly, quite literally a “honk shoo.”
Pouting, Luffy bit down on Zoro’s shoulder again, resulting in the fake snores coming to a grinding halt. “Jesus, Luffy. What are you- NGH-“
“I’m gonna bite you until you say you’ll play with me!”
“That’s ridiculous! Ask someone else T- HNG- To p-play with y-you.”
“No! I don’t care that I’m hurting you! You make me mad!”
“You aren’t hurting me, kid. Nothing you do can hurt me, just have sensi-tive… shoulders… is all….”
A light went off in the straw-hatted captain’s head. “Ohhhh sensitive huh?”
“Don’t you dare- L-Luffy! D-Mph! D-Don’t do that.”
The black-haired pirate sank his teeth into the man’s shoulder, adding obnoxious “om nom nom” sounds.
The swordsman’s teeth were gritted as his breaths became uneven. A dopey grin found its way to his features as he squeezed his eyes shut. “L-Lu-Luhuhuffy-“
“Haha! Big bad Zoro’s ticklish!” A voice chimed from outside of the kitchen door.
An attempt to glare at the blonde chef ended in a snort when the captain’s teeth sank into his upper back. “W-Would you q-quihihit that.”
A little gremlin laugh from behind him answered his question.
Maybe he should’ve just played a game with Luffy after all…
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A Different Kind Of Love…
Wonwoo: Chapter 4 (Open Your Eyes)
Characters: Wonwoo x female reader
Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, fluff, cheating (again, sort of), Food mentions, domestic abuse (well almost, he didn’t mean to), angry mobs, death/murder, blood mentions, fire mentions, thoughts of suicide, implied danger, mob violence, Mood Swings. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written. Please let me know if I missed anything!
Author’s Note: Sooooooo yeah. That was a fun chapter to make. Hopefully it actually makes sense to you guys the at it makes sense to me. And hopefully it makes up for not posting for like a week.
Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!
Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts/Story Bold&Italics= Flashback/Premonition Dialogue
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A Different Kind Of Love… Master List
Chapter 4: Open Your Eyes
These past few days have been a bit… strange to say the least. You were acting weird. Well, you were always weird. But recently, you’d been getting weirder. Though, you refused to admit it, and you had the boys all too frightened to ask you about it because you’d cry anytime someone tried to say something to you.
You’d cry hard, much harder than most people would from even getting hurt over something as small as burning your breakfast. It was starting to worry your mate. He wasn’t upset with you or anything, he couldn’t be even if he wanted to because he loved you so much. He was just… worried for you. Especially after the latest premonition he had…
He found himself in the center of a field surrounded by beautiful freshly bloomed flowers. He could smell the soft summer breeze in the air and could see all the fluffy clouds above. He was able to just vaguely make out what seemed to be a small village in the far distance. And he heard basically every bird within a mile chirping their happy little songs. Everything seemed so… peaceful.
Then, in a flash, the flowers were on fire. Everything was. Yet when he tried to touch the plants, he felt nothing. No seething pain. No blistering burning sensation. Just… nothing. It was like he wasn’t even supposed to be there and because of this, the whole scene around him ignored him.
The now evening sky had turned a deep orange from the flames and the smoke that came with them, he couldn’t see even one star shining through. Breathing in was like breathing in an ashtray of cinders and fireflakes. He could no longer hear the birds singing, only the hissing sound of the flames crackling.
The smell of a soft summer breeze was replaced by charred wood and sulfur. Everything had literally gone up in flames before his very eyes. He had a feeling, a very VERY not good feeling, that something seriously bad was happening.
He could hear screaming and shouting from a crowd of people nearby, he was so far away and yet he wouldn’t have even needed his super hearing to listen to it. They were literally screaming.
His heart rate picked up out of no where, worrying him a great deal. He had only ever felt the type of heavy feeling in his chest once before…
Since he could move around the blazing scene without fear of getting harmed, he started to follow the profanities being spewed through the air.
Kill them!
They’re not human!
Hurry before it’s too late!
They’re over here!
He figured it must’ve just been some sort of creature they were afraid of, which really could’ve been about anything considering there were mystic things all around them. Humans were ridiculously scared of any and everything they didn’t fully understand or wouldn’t consider normal.
As he got closer to the noise the angry mob was making, he felt an all too familiar churning in his lower stomach. Though he couldn’t quite place it at that moment as there was too much going on around him for him to process one specific thing.
He just continued to the voices until he was met with people rushing to the center of the small town he now found himself in.
It looked like it was the town the pack usually went to to get supplies. It was typically a pretty quiet town, most people hardly even spoke to each other out of polite curtesy. So what in the world had the townspeople so worked up?
He pushed passed people, quickly trying to weave in and out between them as he didn’t know whether or not he had contacts on, if anyone would recognize that he was a werewolf, or if anyone could even see him.
He was positive at that point he was seeing some sort of future. His surroundings never just blatantly ignored him when he normally slept. Everything felt… too real for it to just be a dream.
A sweet scent pulled him out of his thoughts. You. He was smelling you mixed with some other scent that sent a charge of overprotectiveness through his veins. And the scents were coming from where the crowd was rushing off towards. They were after you!
He picked up his speed and began throwing people away from his path with all his might in an attempt to get to you quicker. No. Not you. It couldn’t have been you. You should’ve been at home sleeping. You should’ve been at home safe. Why the living fuck were they after you?
Load the guns! And make sure the bullets are silver! We don’t want it getting away!
That’s when Wonwoo stopped dead in his tracks as his heart felt like it had traveled down and fell to his stomach. That’s when it hit him. They must’ve known. They knew you were a wolf. You must’ve gotten yourself exposed.
He had marked you too. What were they gonna do to you once they found you? You were in trouble. Serious fucking trouble. Your life was in imminent danger, he had to do something. But what could he do?
He was surrounded by unknown people and he didn’t sense his pack around. He didn’t sense anything familiar but you. You must’ve been alone.
Why the hell would you go out alone? Why would you go out without them? Why would you go out without him?
He heard a loud warning growl in the near distance that caused him to begin bolting onwards again. You must’ve shifted. Why the hell would you shift?
That would just give them more reason to shoot you. You’d also be a bigger target and be more vulnerable.
You could’ve gotten away easier as a human because you were so small. You could’ve used your powers as a human better. Hell, you could’ve semi-blended in better with the crowd as a human. You knew all of that. So why the hell would you shift in the middle of an angry crowd with a target already on your back?
He could sense your own breathing becoming more erratic while he was all but gasping for air the closer he got to you. He could feel your own heart racing next to his own and your own fear flooding through his body. You were scared, but you weren’t getting further away from the mob. You were stuck.
So why the hell weren’t you fighting back? Why were you sending them warning snarls instead of ripping their heads off in an effort to run away? Why wouldn’t you push back at them? Why weren’t you fighting and taking as many of them out as you could? You had to have known the chances of you getting out at that point were slim. And you would never just go down without a fight. Ever. So why weren’t you defending yourself?
As your snow white wolf form finally came into his view, he saw all the guns pointed at you. He watched as you bared your fangs at them. He could feel the terror and anger in your deep green eyes.
But he also saw something else, something that confused him. You were… backing away from the crowd. It was as if you were shielding something from them. Or someone.
Before he even had time to sneak a peak at what you were protecting or wonder what it was you were doing, he heard a shot that made his heartbeat still.
BANG!
It rung through his ears like an alarm. He watched in horror as blood started pouring from your torso. Tears filled his eyes, his legs started to tremble, and he fell to his knees in despair at the thought of having lost you.
But he could see that you were still trying to stand tall. You were pushing through the agony your wound was causing you to guard whatever it was behind you that you cared enough about to risk your own life for.
BANG!
Another shot echoed off the stone walls and sent panic through Wonwoo’s body.
You let out a howl of screeching pain as another bullet struck you in your hip. But you still refused to stand down. Even as the trickling blood began to pool at your paws and your vision must’ve started to blur, you wouldn’t go down.
Wonwoo was sobbing uncontrollably at that point because he couldn’t help you. He was watching from the sidelines unable to save you because he wasn’t even there. He wasn’t able to do anything for you, even though every instinct within him was telling him to leap to your defense, because no matter what he did it wouldn’t work.
It was just a premonition after all. He was shown them to give him a glimpse of the future, not so he could stop it as he was watching it. In all reality, he wasn’t even supposed to be there to begin with. He just had a power that brought him there intangibly.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
You continued growling and thrashing at the crowd through your injuries until one hunter finally struck you with a silver bullet in your head, causing your eyes to roll back and the light to drain from them.
Wonwoo’s heart felt like it had shattered into a million little pieces as your lifeless body finally fell to the floor. It felt like his world was caving in and he was drowning. Like he had stopped breathing and was hyperventilating at the same time. It felt like the only thing he had ever cared about was ripped away from him and he now had nothing.
He was going to lose you. He had watched you die. It was your future, you were going to die. But why? He didn’t understand.
He didn’t understand why his usually useless power forced him into such a powerful seen. He didn’t understand why it had brought him into the always calm village his pack frequented just to watch you die a brutal and violent death. He didn’t understand why he wasn’t able to do anything to prevent it. He didn’t understand why no one could see him or why he couldn’t manipulate his surroundings to his will.
Hell, he wasn’t even sure why he was brought to a beautiful field in the beginning only to witness it burn to ashes moments later. He didn’t understand any of it until one of the townspeople yelled out again.
There’s still one more!
Wonwoo lifted his head from his hands to defend himself. Even though he was positive no one knew he was there, he knew his brothers weren’t around and he could sense no other wolf present. So his body automatically started to assume they were talking about him.
But he quickly put himself in check once he realized that his actions didn’t make any sense. He wasn’t supposed to be seen by these people because he wasn’t really here. So who could they have been talking about?
He moved his gaze over to your now battered corpse and saw two small chubby hands grabbing onto your blood tainted fur for dear life. It was a kid. No, not a kid, a baby.
And based on the tiny pigtails and braids in it’s hair, Wonwoo easily figured out that it was a baby girl.
She couldn’t have been more than a year old. She barely looked as if she should be sitting up by herself. Yet she was clinging to your body like her life depended on it. And that’s when it clicked in Wonwoo’s head: you were protecting her.
You were protecting the baby from getting harmed by the angry crowd. Your protective instinct took over and you shifted to defend the infant from the mob and their intentions. She must’ve been the other smell mixed in with yours he was smelling earlier. But… why were you protecting a baby to begin with? Where did she come from?
One of the men hurriedly moved to rip the infant off you, but she started to cry and was fighting back at the grubby man. Her little face was turning bright red, her eyes had screwed shut and now had tears flowing down her cheeks.
She seemed almost…. inconsolable in the way she was acting. She was crying not like a little baby that was scared of being harmed by a stranger, but like someone who just lost everything.
She portrayed herself like she was heartbroken that you were murdered by your vicious killers. Like she refused to leave you even though you were dead now lifeless on the floor because you were what held her to the earth.
She acted like she felt almost what Wonwoo was feeling over your sudden death. But he still didn’t understand. Why were you helping a random baby…? And why was this baby acting as if her life wasn’t worth living with you gone?
What do we do with it?!
One of the men yelled to who Wonwoo assumed was the leader of their gang as he held the little girl out from his arms, like she was some sort of disgusting object he didn’t want to be touching in the first place.
Kill it.
Another let out in annoyance, as if the answer should’ve been obvious to the man holding the baby to begin with.
But-
One of the women did her best to speak up and intervene but was swiftly cut off.
But what?!?!
The leader man got in the woman’s face, causing her to make herself smaller by cowering slightly.
It’s a b-baby…
The woman stuttered softly, knowing full well that she could’ve been met with the same fate as you if she talked out of turn or said something the elder man didn’t like.
Wonwoo noticed that the crowd had turned quiet at the scene in front of them. The had no problem slaying you because they thought you were a monster.
But a baby? An innocent infant who couldn’t even speak up in defense of herself yet? A blameless toddler who knew had done no harm to anyone yet? He subconsciously reckoned that it probably made even some of the coldest hearted townspeople question if what they were doing was right.
I don’t care! Because IT’s not a baby! IT’s one of them! IT’ll grow up to be one of them! IT’s not human! So we’re gonna kill IT!
The leader shouted down at the woman and declared to the other man so he could take care of the little one. The mob quietly cheered the man for his despicable sentence, probably wanting to remain on his good side so that they wouldn’t be treated the same way as the woman.
The original man sat the baby on the ground and relifted his rifle, aiming it at the infant’s head. That was when Wonwoo’s blood began to boil and something in him snapped.
Suddenly, he started to growl a menacing snarl as his fangs elongated. His claws grew through his fingertips and his eyes shifted to red.
He didn’t know why he had gotten so worked up over the man’s actions, he was supposed to want to die in that moment. He was supposed to welcome death because he had lost the one important thing that kept him going: you.
Even if the baby was in distress and he would’ve normally tried to step in to defend it just as you had, he had lost his mate. He had lost his sole reason for existing and getting up out of bed in the morning.
Any other wolf wouldn’t have cared anymore either. They wouldn’t have cared about anything other than the feeling of wanting to drop dead on the spot. They would’ve given into the depression that would’ve been brought on by having lost the one person they treasured most in the world.
But something about the child made his heart yearn to protect her. So protect her he would.
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You had been jerked awake during the middle of the night when you heard the snarling beside you as you slept begin to get louder.
Of course you figured something must’ve been wrong with your mate when you realized it was his growling that had woken you up.
And thank god you had sensed that something was off and had managed to lift your sleepy self up out of bed quickly because, not even five seconds after your feet touched the floor, Wonwoo had started to phase into his wolf form in the middle of your shared mattress.
You would’ve not only gotten crushed by the sudden weight of his wolf self on top of you, but you would’ve gotten his sharp claws sliced through your torso because of where his arms had rested while you were cuddled in bed being spooned by him as you slept.
He stood up on your shared bed on all four of his newly furry legs in an instant. He was snarling and his muzzle was lowered down in anger, showing he was ready to pounce at any given minute. But instead of being met with reddened eyes, you quickly took notice that his lids were closed tight. He was still asleep.
Wonwoo had shifted in his sleep and was now basically sleep walking as a wolf. Except he looked ready to attack, and you were the only one in the room for him to go after.
He slowly started to square up to you, stalking up to you as his growling got louder and more menacing. You stepped backward, cautious not to make any sudden movements, until you felt your back hit the bedroom wall with a small thud.
Your mate had never done something so dangerous around you before. He’d never so much as raised his voice at or around you before and yet, there he was, looking as if he was ready to rip you to shred if you blinked wrong.
You squeezed your eyes shut and threw your hands in front of your face in a last ditch attempt to poorly defend yourself, having been too frozen with fear to phase yourself, and braced for the inevitable impact he would have likely delivered to your face the closer he got to you. But it never came.
Instead, you heard the loud smack of your bedroom door bounce against the wall next to it before you listened to a horrible cracking sound ring through the air as something flew into the adjacent wall.
Mingyu’s room was right next to yours, and he was up reading a book Wonwoo insisted he read in an effort to better himself when he heard his older brother’s growling through the wall.
At first, he had thought maybe he was playing with you, that the two of you were joking around and that it was all in good fun.
But the louder it got and the faster he heard your heart race, he realized it was anything but playful. That’s when he decided to burst through your door and rushed to push a very aggravated Wonwoo away from you, just before his teeth had collided with your arms.
He threw him into the opposite wall and began sparing with him to keep you out of harms way. You were left standing against the wall in shock, too stunned to try and help him calm your mate down.
But the crash of the vase sitting atop of your dresser hitting the floor after Wonwoo charged Mingyu into it alerted Jeonghan and Jihoon, who were still awake as they were up getting a midnight snacks, to possible trouble.
They both rushed in to help their little brother, who was now underneath Wonwoo struggling to keep his teeth from slicing into his face.
Jeonghan pulled him off with ease due to his extra strength, but was beginning to lose his hold on him due to his erratic wiggling. Jihoon was attempting to freeze the sleeping wolf, but he couldn’t get a clear enough shot to not get his other brothers or you entangled with him in the process.
Mingyu finally snapped back at him and put him in a head lock, his eyes now red and full of anger. You heard your mate whimper in pain as the taller boy pressed a little harder than he should’ve in his frustrated state and it seemed to pull you out of your episode. Well, at least pulled you out enough to make you aware that you could help stop there from being anymore carnage.
You pushed yourself off the wall and yelled at the bigger wolf to stop trying to crush Wonwoo, to which he did much to even his own confusion, but he kept his arm around his neck to keep him from lunging at you again just as a precaution.
He never meant to hurt him, Mingyu wasn’t even angry that Wonwoo had tried to practically kill him only moments ago. But he was really upset at the fact that your mate had tried to hurt you. He thought that the older boy had just gotten too angry and attacked you, which of course wasn’t the truth.
But Mingyu didn’t know what had happened yet. None of them did. They just wanted their brother to stop before he hurt someone.
You moved in front of them all and placed Wonwoo’s fluffy head in between your petite hands, lightly brushing through his fur to calm him down and bring him back to reality.
“Wonu baby, please Open Your Eyes.” You whined next to his ears once his snapping and snarling had relaxed and subsided.
And as if on cue, his eyes flickered open and any sort of animosity or fury he had disappeared with his slumber.
Once he became aware of what was going on around him and his brothers deemed him no longer a threat to you or anyone else, they let their hold on him go and he shifted back, quickly grabbing the blanket on the bed to cover his naked body in embarrassment.
He never did tell you what happened that night, he just kept apologizing profusely to you for the scare he caused.
You told him he didn’t have need to be sorry considering he was asleep and didn’t mean to hurt you or go after you, but he kept insisting he did something wrong.
But that night also seemed to be when he decided you weren’t to go anywhere without him or Mingyu (your protector and savior that night) for your own good. You didn’t complain though.
Sure it was a bit suffocating at times to always have someone near you and you missed your alone time. But it helped your mate feel better and you’d rather him be okay with what was happening than to be constantly worried about you.
Still, the new buddy system he implemented for you didn’t keep you from wondering what went on that night or question if everything was really okay with him.
——
“HELLOOOOO!” You waved yourself in front of your mate’s vision, finally coaxing him back into conversation with you after he had left you hanging for the nth time that day alone.
He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes to almost wake himself up, “W-What? What happened?” He questioned with a very confused look plastered on his face.
You noticed he hadn’t really been the same since the night he freaked out. He was much quieter than he was before, and jumpier too. He seemed a lot more on edge, which was something you’d never thought you’d see from Wonwoo as he was naturally a very calm and rational person. But lately he had been anything but rational.
The slightest startling noise from you aside from your usual speaking made him feel the need to be glued to your hip for the rest of the day. You were barely allowed to leave a room without someone escorting you to the next one, even though you were inside your own house.
He had started to restrict your movements outside as well, refusing to let you stay out for more than ten minutes at a time for fear something would happen to you.
And his anxiety seemed to reach an already unreachable high. He barely slept and he hardly ate or drank anymore. He definitely didn’t do anything like reading or playing games like he used to. In fact, the only thing he seemed to be willing to do was keep you within his line of sight at all times.
Needless to say, you were incredibly worried about him. So much so that your own anxiety and stress level seemed to jet up. You didn’t sleep well at all and always felt restless. Your emotions were always running too sensitive due to the constant emotional toll his issues were taking on you. And now the constant knots in your stomach had caused you to feel like you needed to eat extra food to deal with the extra stress, which you knew wasn’t healthy. Everything was a mess.
“You zoned out again.” You crossed your arms and deadpanned out to him.
He had been thinking about his premonition more and more lately. He’d been obsessing over it. He couldn’t help but question a lot of what had happened.
Though, he could tell you were clearly very frustrated with him. He would’ve been too if he were you, but he didn’t want to upset you further.
“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t meant to. I just- I haven’t been sleeping too well,” Wonwoo picked up your delicate hand and began rubbing circles on the back of it with his thumb reassuringly.
He still didn’t really understand what his premonition had been trying to tell him. He was still terrified of losing you. And he didn’t know why a lot of what happened in the premonition happened. And he still didn’t know if parts of it were just things his brain envisioned or if the whole thing was part of the very strange and traumatic premonition.
Part of him was still scared to talk to you about it, thinking that if he spoke his worries out loud, he’d make them a reality. Which he could absolutely under no circumstances let happen.
Still, there was so many inconsistencies, so many things he couldn’t let go of. But there was one question that just hounding his mind day and night in particular.
You gave him a deep frown and watery features in response, “I just need you to pay more attention to me please.” You tightly closed your eyes in an effort to hold back your growing tears.
You weren’t even sure why you were upset with him. He was entitled to off days just like everyone else, you knew that. Logically you did know that. But you haven’t been so logical lately.
Lately, on top of the stress and anxiety you had been feeling, you had just been feeling… kind of off. You hadn’t felt as happy no matter how much the pack had tried to distract you from your problems with their crazy antics.
You had been feeling very clingy to Wonwoo, whether it was because of your worries for him or not you weren’t too sure. And overall you were feeling very lethargic, something you again just attributed to the mountains of stress you were putting your body through.
You just wanted your mate and you wanted him to give you the love and care you craved to help make you and himself feel better. You just needed everything to be better and be better soon because you were starting to feel so full of sorrows and misery you could just thrown up at any given time.
Wonwoo put his head down for a moment and bit his lip before he brought his stare back up to yours, “Princess, can I ask you a question?” The worry in his eyes evident as he searched your face for any hint of discomfort.
“Yes.” You sighed, nodding as the once more burning tears finally depleted from your eyes.
“Could you- could you be-” He gulped before he could finish his sentence, his throat suddenly having felt dry, “Could you be p-pregnant…?”
Your eyes widened to the size of saucers at his question. There was a long pause of both hesitation and fear coming from the both of you.
Oh fuck.
(Edited on 4/12/23)
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