thetrasha

[thetrasha]

Ok but can i get some fluff on shanks, Beckman, Marco and Ace? Maybe how they try to cool you down after suffering a heat stroke? Where i live we are getting a severe heat wave and its causing me to lose salts from sweats making me suffer a bit

I hope it's gotten a bit better for you, but I'm getting cooked in my own room, too, so... yeah 😭🤝And this is just a PSA: I didn't include actual heatstroke in the request because... the only one on that list who'd be able to help at all is Marco LOL Heatstroke is incredibly dangerous, so if you suspect you're suffering from it, call the emergency services immediately.

This is just a heatwave extravaganza edition because we're all suffering through summer (not including you Southern Hemisphere guys grr)

Cooler Than Me

feat. SHANKS, BENN BECKMAN, MARCO, ACE

SHANKS

Shanks is the type to approach things in a fun way.

As the Captain, Shanks is certainly used to making rational decisions that can be explained with logical reasoning… as a person, however, he isn’t quite as likely to keep his cool. He’d be miserable once the heat gets to him and lose it on a pretty tight schedule. Frustrated groans and curses just follow him around once he realised that his own sweat seeped through today’s linen shirt once more – after he’d let his cape be, too. It’s a tragedy! With you as his beloved, he tries to prevent himself from turning into a complete grump, but every sweet moment at night is cut off after he realises, after barely a minute, that he cannot cuddle you to sleep today without dying.

Shanks is still very much smitten with you and cannot bear to watch you suffer just as much as he does. Most of his crew can handle the heat, some even prefer the intense climate of summer islands, but you two stick out like a sore thumb. Shanks, as fun-loving as ever, would try to cheer you up by eating popsicles with you. It’s a sweet treat that cools you from the inside out – and he can share flavours with you. Watching how giggly you get when you saw just how deeply red the ice cold popsicle dyed his tongue made it worth all the hassle. He excitedly looks at your own tongue, now dyed as blue as the sea.

And he cannot help but kiss you right then and there.

BENN BECKMAN

Benn notices just how much you struggle, feeling sympathetic towards the person he secretly fell in love with… He doesn’t want to treat you any different from the rest, you should be able to fit in without any complications, but the Vice Captain himself just cannot ignore his affections for you, no matter how much he tries to bury them. He follows you around like a ghost and wordlessly hands you glasses of water. Somehow, he picked up on your bad habits and takes care of you in his own way. The water’s always cool, fresh and he always appears when you need him the most.

Benn is the type to approach things in a methodical way.

Benn is a force to be reckoned with. You may not hear him, but you can feel his presence; that’s how imposing he is. Despite not hailing from more exotic lands, he can handle the heat quite well. If the temperatures rise too much, he cools himself down by keeping his hair wet. Still, he’s willing to move crates around, do ship maintenance and do other forms of physical labour. It honestly makes you jealous. He is so unbothered that he doesn’t even look like he’s sweating all that much. Meanwhile, you can barely move around without breaking a sweat. Moisture gathers at the nape of your neck as the sun beats down on you, which has you taking a shower almost twice a day. It is ridiculous!

It’s bizarre, but you might just pick up on the fact that acts of service are his love language and he’s desperately trying to be serious and respectful about this…

MARCO

Marco is a doctor, which means that he’s definitely best equipped to help you. Plus, his eyes just dart towards you fanning hot air towards yourself after Whitebeard asked you to mop the deck… and you just chose to do it in the dry heat. Congratulations, now you’ve got Marco monitoring you. He watches you carefully, analysing every sway with a judgmental gaze – he’s always ready to step in and excuse you for the day, but he also doesn’t want to take your autonomy away. You’re independent and he honours your own decisions, no matter how irrational they may seem. If you want to work in the sun, fine, but he’s not letting up until he can make sure you’re safe.

Marco is the type to approach things in an analytical way.

He loves you so dearly, that’s why he doesn’t even mind sneaking around your peripheral vision to make it seem like he’s nonchalant about his pining… he’s really not. He’s just waiting to pin your hair up and apply wet towels to your pulse points, slowly cooling your blood down. That refreshing feeling will distribute itself evenly throughout your body and he can just watch with a soft smile as relief makes you go lax instantly. And he’s just there, touching your neck and wrists like it doesn’t make him nervous, like there’s no fire in his eyes at the sight of you feeling so safe in his presence… You’d rest your pretty head on his shoulder and let him check your vitals… just to be close to you without seeming like a total try-hard!

Marco’s also most likely to keep you in the med bay and secretly fan air towards you with his fiery wings. It’ll be your little secret!

ACE

Ace is the type to approach things in a silly way.

So… being around Ace when you’re suffering from the extreme weather is actually pretty hard. His body temperature is just naturally a lot higher, which means the match-up is just overall bad. He trails after you like a lost puppy as he ignores all those stares that follow the two of you around. Ace doesn’t feel the heat at all – the fact that fire is hot doesn’t even register to him; he’s made of it. Of course he notices that you’re not exactly in top shape… you sweat a lot, started carrying around a massive jug of water – oh, and you avoid touching him. He’s yearning so bad, flashing you the sad kicked animal eyes every five minutes because he cannot stand not being close to you…

Ace does, however, have a genius idea that he remembers from his childhood.

You aren’t as impressed as he is when he presents a tiny kiddie pool to you… right on the main deck. Anyone could watch you lounge here, but your dear boyfriend even propped up a deckchair right next to this abomination… and the thought alone is what counts. It’s kind of sweet, to be honest, to watch him go bright red as soon as you sit down in a tiny puddle of water, looking up at him with a deadpan expression, legs hanging off one side of the meagre ‘pool’, but he still listens with rapt attention once you tell him what you’ve been up to on this hot day. He even clenches his fist in victory for this million Beri idea.

And… it’s ridiculous, but it did cool you down!

[thetrasha]

TASHAAAAAAAA !!

I was wondering, I wanted to request smt about Brook once you're request list will lessen a little but I wanted to ask first: when you have time, could you write us a little Do/Don't do ?

I'm an angst lover and I want to make sure to not cross any lines (be it about angst or other things like pronouns,...)

Thank you for everything else (I still adore your writings 🥰), and here's a lil cookie for the rest. Hope you're doing well and take care of yourself !

Did I just see this after drafting today's post? Yes. Will I reply immediately even though I still have no idea how to tumblr?...Yes 😔✊This blog has gotten a lot bigger so... I have to do this now I fear (oh no)... and thank you for the cookie, 🍪anon (●'◡'●)

If I forgot something important, scream at me in the comments or in my anon box and I will add it

RULES

Go wild:

male canon x reader

male One Piece characters I've seen and fully understood only, the current arc I'm on will always be in my bio (if you're unsure, ask~)

reader can be gender neutral or female, I don't mind (: I will default to gender neutral most of the time, but anything that uses gendered language is always accurately tagged as "fem reader". If you want to make it absolutely clear that you want a specific gender, just ask for it!!

I accept fluff, angst and spice, but I'm primarily a fluff blog

I love vague asks that I can go absolutely insane with

certain characters get priority treatment on this blog!! I will write them up way quicker than you guys might realise :D These characters include Brook, Buggy and (believe it or not) Franky <3

- and you can always add to my request list, I choose when to write so as long as you're patient, feel free to literally spam me, I don't mind LOL

I'm likely to reject asks that:

are smut-adjacent... you can still ask about spicy stuff (I don't mind), maybe I'm feeling generous that day, but it's just highly likely that I won't reply, but I'm not mad or anything. I appreciate every ask regardless of its content

are very, very detailed. Again, you can still ask, but I just feel like a human typewriter doing these. They're mostly a chore for me :(( Other blogs might be better suited for that!!

spam characters. I don't have a character limit or anything, but at some point I will run out of unique ideas, depending on the scenario or prompt I was given

seem to fully reject canon and go against established core personalities. Again, you can still ask, but I love the source material so much... I mean I analyse these guys as a hobby so... LOL

I will definitely reject:

ship requests

explicit material/ smut/ nsfw, whatever you want to call it

abusive relationship dynamics

asks that include self-harm, suicidal ideation (on the reader's side of things, I just can't guys), rape, substance abuse, assault, abuse

meme asks ("i saw trend/meme abc on xyz...") because I am just... I'm not down with the cool lingo guys, I'm a catastrophe, my mind is empty

and this one is petty and personal but no asks that include physical description of any kind that resemble the beauty standard specifically for women

plus anything that is just hateful :((

I may still reject asks if I don't feel particularly inspired, but that's just life r.i.p

If you're unsure, use my inbox. If you're shy, just dm me. It's totally fine! (I hope I didn't turn those off 😭)

[thetrasha]

HI! i loved your past headcanons about benn beckman, could you please write a once shot with a f reader that he met at a bar who is younger? (like early 20s) i really loved the flirt headcanons that you wrote♥️

Sure thing, anon 🫡Thank you so much for liking that post, means a lot to get feedback on my stuff (✿◡‿◡) And now I get to flesh out the idea, hooray!! I hope you like this one, too

I feel like I've somehow attracted all the Beckman girlies, ngl ☕Well... You're getting fed with this one at least LOL

Lover Boy at Play

BENN BECKMAN EDITION

You’d been minding your own business inside a rundown tavern at the edge of your home island. It’s been some time since you’ve seen the outskirts of the villages surrounding the city, but it was still a nostalgic experience that brought back feelings you had long forgotten about on your journey to become who you are today. You remember learning how to swim near the cliffs and you caught your first fish here, too. Fond memories clung to this place, even if the shops and other businesses here haven’t changed in twenty years, perhaps even longer. Maybe that’s why you were drawn to this place after you finished school and got your first job. You got your first taste of the madness of adult life – this very region here made you and you cannot help but look back with a smile, grateful for every image that resembled your childhood so much.

Still, this nostalgic bar should have, at the very least, adjusted the menu over the course of so many years! Luxuries were still rare in these rural areas, but… this was incredibly bleak and barren.

“Excuse me! Sir. Sir. Oh. Yes! It’s me… yes, yes, haha… I grew up… Yes, I finished school a few years ago. Oh? Uh-huh. Top of my class, yup. Y-you saw me in the newspaper? That’s so sweet… and so… embarrassing, hah. Huh? Yes, I have a job. I work as– Uh… thanks! Um… yes, my mum’s fine. Dad too. …I will pass it on then, yeah. So… um, –yes! I’m sure they’d love to come here. Yes, we still live in the city. I just moved out, though! But… do you mind making me a cocktail?”

You awkwardly conversed with the aged owner you haven’t seen in at least ten years, remembering how much he scolded you and your friends for playing in front of his bar when you were children. Looking back, he was probably looking out for you guys, but you couldn’t help but like him a lot more now that he’s completely mellowed down and seemingly enjoying his retirement in the place he built all by himself.

Even if the look he gave you was kind of funny.

He immediately called his son, who’d been manning the bar, over to ask him what “young people” liked to drink these days… And you didn’t have the heart to tell either of them that his son was at least fifteen years older than you and couldn’t possibly know either…

Well, the simplicity of life around here was pretty much what you expected, so you may have to make due with a lukewarm beer or a double-shot espresso. Sigh…

You were so focused on the situation at hand that you haven’t even noticed that… the clientele inside of this bar was… well, rather unusual.

And every pair of eyes subtly followed you around, nothing that you were just a city girl that stumbled into a bar for pirates. This time around, by the way, the pirates in question were not just some nobodies – they were an Emperor of the Sea and his entire crew… and you were none the wiser.

“Pretty thing.”, Shanks chuckled quietly, moving his hand in a circular motion that had the ice in his whisky rhythmically clinking against the glass.

The men at the table nodded.

Roux might as well have had stars in his eyes at the sight of you. Girls like you were nowhere to be found at sea, you were… so cute and so pretty. You easily looked like a princess.

Yasopp looked at your attire – civilian. No status, nothing. Just hard work and a face that belonged on a poster. The good kind. Man, he really didn’t think they made him like you anymore, but goddamn…

Benn sighed at this circus, walking up to you with an unspoken swagger in his steps. His heavy physique would have made the wooden planks creak under his boots if it weren’t for his feather-light steps that gave him the grace of a cat… and the silenced movements of an actual killer.

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

You were alerted by a sudden presence to your right. This voice was entirely unfamiliar to you, so you turned your head with wide eyes and a slightly startled pout on your lips, trying to decipher who was trying to waste your time on this special occasion.

“Hello…?”

What you saw was beyond surprising. You’d barely snapped your eyes up at the man who’s come to bother you before the sheer thickness of his frame registered in your brain. This man was big and burly – and the deep groves in his cheeks silently told the tale of someone who’s seen some things, while his scarred, calloused hands reminded you of the fact that he certainly did some things as well. It was glaringly obvious that he was dangerous, but he didn’t even give you the chance to turn him down! As soon as he opened his mouth, yours stood wide agape.

“Do me a favour and do not entertain any of these idiots over there.”

He jerked his head to the side and put extra emphasis on his ridiculous statement by pointing his thumb straight into the direction he just emerged from. He rolled his grey eyes, seemingly bored with this conversation… like he’s done this a million times before. How weird.

“…Okay? But… you’re the first and only stranger to talk to me.”

That earned yourself a hearty laugh that made you feel incredibly small compared to this imposing man. You rubbed your elbows in self-consciousness as your cheeks heated up in shame upon stating the obvious to a man who was greying… You felt like you were wasting his time now. This man took charge of the whole situation with a single stern look and easily dominated the conversation with his charisma – you’ll never know why he wanted to talk to you in particular.

“Oh, believe me, Doll. They’re just itching to be in my place. Bet they’re watching me right now.”

You subtle glanced over his shoulder. It was hard to see anything at all; he was just that tall, but you did indeed caught glimpses of his friends (?) who were silently fuming in their seats, totally mocking him by puffing out their chest and repeating the nicknames he’s called you.

“Yeah, they are. How did you know?”, you questioned. You’d pretty much figured that they were pirates by now, but that didn’t tell you anything about your acquaintance’s perception skills. Maybe he was naturally that good at reading the room, who knows…

“How did I know, sweetheart? I’ve been living with these clowns for more than ten years. I know ‘em like the back of my hand.” “Sounds like you really love them.”, you replied with a breathy chuckle, then taking a sip of the cocktail you’d just ordered. It wasn’t what you were used to, but you liked it. They used syrup to sweeten the rum and added water to dilute it even more, which you thought was a cute gesture. “Clever girl.”

His voice dropped an octave, gaze equally as darkened. Your breath hitched at that – ah, so this is where this was going. The worst thing was that you didn’t even mind because he’d marinated you too well to refuse him now. You just had to see how this ends… No risk, no reward. “Also sounds like you wanted to prove a point to these ‘clowns’.”

“Go on…”, he leaned against a nearby barrel, crossing his gigantic arms over his masculine chest.

“I mean… I’m feeling pretty charmed right now.”, you sighed dramatically, clearly making fun of the situation which the naughty stranger immediately picked up on with an amused shake of his head, “Sounds to me like you still got it.”

You took one look at him again. He was handsome in a sort of rugged way, marked by years of hard labour and legendary brawls. The scars at his temples caught your eye, noting the deep cut that went well into his hairline. What in the world happened to receive those?

“Damn, woman after my own heart.”, he churred in his deep voice; he even held out his hand and you thought he wanted to shake yours, but before you had the chance to react, he’d already pulled you in to kiss your knuckles, “Name’s Benn, by the way. Hey, you mind giving me that in writing? Wanna show it off to everyone I know.”

“Don’t think you need to do that, Benn. Think they heard just fine.”, you winked, feeling pretty flirtatious right now, too. And you were just in luck – because Benn decided to play along and playfully hit the top of the barrel he was leaning on, smiling ever so slightly as he raised his arms in defence.

“Aw snap, I’ve been found out…”, he paused briefly before a hand landed right behind you on the bar you were sitting at, almost caging you in, “But you could still give me your name and number, love. You know, to have you as an available witness.” You snorted, but obliged with his request. Not even his silly excuse could hide the measured mischief in his voice. He was just… a complete and utter tease. He was lucky that his shamelessness was hypnotic to the point of seduction.

“Thanks, (Y/N). Gorgeous name.”, he smirked, “See you around. Enjoy your drink, I already paid for it.”

You couldn’t but giggle at the chorus of groans that followed that flirty stranger returning to his table and showing them a certain slip of paper.

[thetrasha]

I'm glad you are feeling better 🩵 AND YOU ARE RIGHT, YOU COOKED AGAIN 🔥🔥🔥🔥 loved it, no notes, chefs kiss!

Also happy to hear that you've been progressing in Dressrosa, can't wait for you to see Doffys potential 🥳 hope you enjoy the rest of the anime, i've currently only got like 40 episodes left and then im caught up, idk what i'll do with myself afterwards 😭😭

Ok sorry i'm yapping, thanks for fulfilling my requests, i'll be back 😈

From Ace/Doflamingo/Law/Zoro enjoyer (i guess thats my new nickname lol)

I feel like such a broken record saying thank you over and over again, but it's true: THANK YOU (◔◡◔)

Not the attempted Doffy conversion LOL 😭I may love writing for him (He's so interesting!! And dare I say I kinda lowkey did a good job portraying him) but I'm loyal to my skeleton man, you cannot sway me 😤

40 episodes left would actually break me, I've started watching OP in october 2024 and it has completely consumed me - worst thing is that I like it like that. That's why I started using my empty lurker blog to write in the first place BYE

Don't apologise!! Feel free to add to the mess that is my inbox, we're all just yapping together. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be ╰(*°▽°*)╯

That nickname is crazy lol If you want a tag, let me know! The only emoji I've handed out so far is the cookie for cookie giver anon, everything else is up for grabs

[thetrasha]

Hello again 👋 since you did such a stellar job last time, i'm here to request another Ace, Doffy, Law and Zoro story, this time about their first kiss x reader! Tysm and i hope you feel better soon ❤️

Thank you so much, anon. I feel much better, just suffering from a stuffy nose and a bit of a cough now 🫂(❁´◡`❁) It's actually so sweet to have recurring faces in my inbox~ And thank you so much for this request! I was super enthusiastic about writing this and poured everything I had into this 🫡Hope you enjoy it just as much!

PS. I'm so sorry for abusing your request like this, but I wanted to address another anon in my ask box 👀You requested a certain Corazon and hehe, yes I've just reached that part of Dressrosa! I just don't feel confident enough to portray him just yet so your request will be pushed a bit into the future, hope that's okay with you ♥ So excited to write about this man though ╰(*°▽°*)╯

PPS. I cooked. Again!!

First Kiss

feat. ACE, DOFLAMINGO, LAW, ZORO

ACE

Your first kiss was… sweet.

For quite some time, Ace and you have been inseparable. You’ve become fast friends after hitting it off, deciding to even go on missions together. Most of the others have caught onto you by now, silently offering their blessings, but you two were completely oblivious to the budding romance between you. It was perfectly normal to go up to Vista and give him a hug – why would it be different when Ace twirled you around after you returned from your little scout session on an unexplored island? Nobody blinked twice after you spent an evening playing cards with Marco in his room, but low whistles and wiggling eyebrows would follow you when Ace wanted to show you some random trinket he caught with his fishing rod. Additionally, everybody aw-ed and cooed when Whitebeard patted your hair and smiled down at you, but if Ace ever went as far as touch your shoulder out on the open deck, some other commander was always near to berate him on ‘how to treat a lady properly’.

You haven’t been around as long as most of the others, so… maybe this is just how the crew decided to affectionately tease Ace since he was the youngest commander around?

However, Ace was very much aware of the others’ constant meddling and why they were so keen on making his life miserable.

He’d told Marco to back off once – just once! – because the doctor had been acting too familiar with you when Ace was the one who was madly in love with you. That single sentence spread like wildfire amongst the crew and now he cannot even do best-friend-esque things with you without someone else trying to ruin the moment.

It was totally normal to develop a huge crush on your best friend. You are gorgeous, so loving and you care so much – maybe too much.

It was also perfectly fine and not unusual to stare at them for moments at a time, trying to muster up the courage to ask you out on a da-

“ACE!!! YOU’RE SETTING THE BED ON FIRE. OUT WITH YOU!”

Marco’s scream rang across the entire Moby Dick, alerting everyone with ears that Ace had just embarrassed himself again. Originally, he went in to see Marco because of ...certain problems, but he couldn’t quite tell him that you were constantly in his head and making his heart leap into his throat every single time he thought about your smile or how nice you smelled today and how cute you looked in the outfit you showed him…

Sigh.

Luckily for him, you were just within earshot to hear Marco’s crazy rant… that still ran its course in the background, and you immediately sought Ace out to help him.

You had your own hammock with you and let him follow you wordlessly into his room. This time, nobody was even there to interrupt.

You started talking about what you were up to before you heard Marco’s alarm bells ringing in the med bay. Of course, you were a natural at taking care of Ace… but that was very much part of the problem!!

He couldn’t help but steal glances at you with so much longing in his eyes that it would have made anyone blush. You were his missing piece, better half – whatever they want to call it.

You’ve seen him through it all, but you weren’t tired of him. You didn’t mind his quieter moments and you always offered your shoulder to him – just to lean on and cry if necessary.

Of course, you wouldn’t think much of sleeping next to him. Your actions were platonic in nature and Ace would actually quit the crew if he made you uncomfortable in any way… but he almost got pulled back into reality when you innocently pointed at his own hammock, not knowing that he was lost in thought.

“Or do you wanna cuddle?”, you questioned innocently.

...And Ace choked on his own saliva. He just knew that his cheeks were crimson red and boiling. This was humiliating… he unusually had excellent control over his powers, but you rendered him completely powerless against you and you didn’t even know it!

…That being said, of course he wants to cuddle.

He lied down next to you and wrapped his arms around your torso, feeling just how warm you were and how your steady breathing immediately calmed him down. It was like a magical remedy, but he could feel his eyes flutter –

– and that’s when his eyes locked onto yours. You wore a precious smile and you seemed to glow next to him. That’s how happy you looked… absolutely stunning.

But he did almost faint when you leaned in to briefly peck his lips to tell him that you love him, too.

WAIT.

“TOO?!”

DOFLAMINGO

Your first kiss was… dangerous.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me! You cannot push me around, Doflamingo!”

You spit words of venom at him just after you realised that you were now working… directly under his command, just like he threatened.

Doflamingo, meanwhile, could only grin in amusement. Of course you thought he was bluffing, thinking of you as nothing more than a little plaything. Oh, how utterly wrong you were. He saw right through you – you were probably testing him, just like how he tested your loyalty. You wanted him to take the bait and push you away, just so you’d have a reason to close yourself off again and go solo. He knew those tactics by heart, sweetheart.

No, he wasn’t kidding when he said that you should be working for him. If you wanted to work, that is. You could just enter the family business, love, after all… you might as well be family at this point. Heh.

He’d entertain your need for independence for as long as you want him to, though. This is how he took notice of you after all.

So what if he stole you right out of another underground broker’s filthy pawns? They weren’t fit to stand next to you anyway. You outshone everybody… especially your former employer. Doflamingo’s been watching you for longer than you may have realised, just to find a flaw within you… but when he found none, the obsession swung in the opposite direction: He was no longer pettily snappish towards you for going after his clients to boost your boss’s image, sweetheart no… you were suddenly a woman worthy of his own calibre. No mistakes, no fear and… one glaringly obvious flaw turned asset – you trusted absolutely nobody.

And just like him, your desire for unmitigated loyalty was like a noose around your pretty neck.

You’d no longer have to deal with these rats who waste your talent away for arms deals that amount to nothing, you were meant to shape the new world order alongside yours truly.

You were just waiting for him.

“Say something!”

Doflamingo smirked before he walked up to you, grabbing your jaw with such speed that you barely had the time to react. It was laughable how he didn’t even have to activate his Devil Fruit powers to restrain you. His freakish height didn’t just give him the opportunity to loom over you, it also came with unimaginable strength. He could almost feel your jawbone crack under the pressure, but you would be caught dead before you uttered a single complaint.

“We crave the same thing, you and I. Letting you rot away pointlessly… might as well break my heart.”

A chuckle echoed through the otherwise empty room, but you weren’t amused at all. You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw. He could feel the muscles beneath his fingers contract and his pupils dilated at the sight and the sensation.

“How dramatic. Almost brought me to tears.”

Your sarcasm earned yourself a laugh. He let go of you, but you could very much feel a string attach itself to your hand. Doflamingo knew better than to turn you into his puppet, but he very much wanted to remind you of what he was capable of. You were above everybody else, but still beneath him. You don’t have to submit, but you should know when to behave.

“You’re the only one to speak to me like that.”, he noted nonchalantly, “And after we’ve been on a bunch of dates, too. Tragic. Woe is me.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, sighing in defeat. You knew that he was right.

Yeah, he might have… pulled some strings to get you to agree to meeting him away from glamorous galas and dangerous deals, but he got to know you and your innermost desire. You wanted to trust someone wholeheartedly.

Well, Doflamingo happened to know just the guy.

“Dates where you’ve tried to kill yourself or me.”, you added just as coolly, voice monotone and face neutral. Totally befitting for a Queen.

“And you kept us both safe, my love.”

He licked his lips before breaking out in a dark chuckle that turned maniacal for just a moment. Oh, he was ecstatic that you’ve proven your loyalty towards him. You were everything he’s ever wanted.

“Now it’s my turn to protect you.”, he vowed before he kissed your hand, looking into your eyes while doing so.

Your pupils were blown out.

Bingo.

“Lean down.”, you calmly ordered.

And it’s one of the only commands he’s ever taken from someone else.

You gingerly kissed him, not even letting him taste a drop of your essence before you pulled away, smirking at him with self-satisfaction.

He turned his head with a smile until you blew him another kiss, turning heel and then walking to your new room.

Damn.

He just let go of the string holding onto you.

LAW

Your first kiss was… an accident.

Law had been pretty nervous about this.

He’s always been a profoundly reserved man who kept matters of the heart private, but he couldn’t deny that he was actually quite excited to take your relationship to the next level. He really, really trusted you – and now that he has you, he’s not going to let go. You’re his forever love now. After all, despite seeming like he couldn’t care less, he was a romantic deep down… and terribly inexperienced. It didn’t matter to him whether you were in the same boat or not, he couldn’t actually care less about that part; he was just insecure about making a decision on whether… he was ready at all to open up like that and offer his heart to you.

Law was very much self-aware and intelligent enough to recognise the signs: He wasn’t just in love with you; he truly loved you.

This bond ran deep.

And although he trusted you completely and wholeheartedly, he wasn’t sure if you wouldn’t be put off by that constant contradiction in his behaviour… most others judged it quite harshly, after all.

He didn’t reciprocate much, aside from talking. Yes, he held you in the privacy of his room and nuzzled his head against your neck, but if you wanted something like that, you could just pick up any stray cat from the streets.

He knew! He knew that it wasn’t enough, damn it. But it was just so hard to keep his composure whenever you placed a gentle kiss against his cheek and lovingly patted his spotted hat before placing those warm hands on his shoulders. You always squeezed him with so much affection and care that he just froze in shock.

The man who couldn’t even hold your hand in public loved you so purely that he wanted to kiss you? How ludicrous.

Most of the people who knew about your relationship probably thought that he was doing you a favour and entertaining the idea of a relationship without actual commitment, but… they had no idea. Absolutely no idea.

Even if he had trouble showing it, Law was proud to call himself your boyfriend. The thought alone made him bashful, though. His breath hitched, those tattooed fingers twitched very briefly before he closed his hand into a loose fist, rubbing his sweaty palms with his fingertips and he could hear his own heartbeat echo in his ear canals.

“I brought you tea, Law. You’re working so hard… don’t push yourself too far.”

…Yeah, he didn’t have the heart to tell you that he didn’t get any work done today; his head was just in the clouds since he’s been too caught up in his own thoughts…about you. These maps weren’t studied at all – all he did was study how soft your lips would feel against his-

“Thank you, (Y/N)-ya.”, he tried to play it off smoothly, but he had to clear his throat after saying your name. His longing for you made his voice a lot softer, a lot more… vulnerable. He didn’t want to scare you off with his sudden change in behaviour, which meant that he had to keep his voice monotone at all cost.

Today, you put your hands on his shoulders first, causing Law to tense up immediately. He turned his head to hide his pathetic blush from you – immediately butting heads with you.

And-

Oh my God.

He tore his lips away from yours. That was so sloppy and clumsy, he-

Law is devastated. If you look closely, you could actually watch his soul leave this plane-

He looked at you, noting how your eyes swam around looking anywhere but him and that you couldn’t contain your smile. The corners of your mouth trembled before curling up into a sweet grin that had him melt on the spot.

“I’m sorry, Law, I didn’t mean to-”

Law couldn’t help but cut you off with a kiss that surprised the both of you. It wasn’t a good one; he was too nervous, too tense, his face was stiff and he couldn’t quite close his eyes, looking at you to burn this image into his mind instead.

You didn’t have to apologise. He didn’t want to make you feel like you had to feel sorry for anything – especially not something as meaningful as this.

Besides, the fact that you enjoyed it just as much and went lax in his arms was… everything.

ZORO

Your first kiss was… powerful.

“Again!”

“…”

“Again!”

“…”

“One more!”

“…Zoro.”

“Just once.”

“Zoro,” you sighed, “You need a break. You’ve been at it for hours now.”

Zoro knew that. God, did he know it. Frustrated with himself, he grunted lowly before lowering his swords. His jaw was already hurting from biting down on the blade’s handle for so long, but he couldn’t help himself.

He’s been living inside the crow’s nest for the past two days at this point.

Two days ago, you got hurt. It shouldn’t affect him this bad… Luffy got hurt, too, as did Usopp, but you were… his partner. Your injuries might as well have been cuts into his heart – he saw you fall into Franky’s arms with a nasty gnash right across your thigh. You were bleeding so much and that scream… it will haunt him now.

Someone thought that you were an easier target than Brook or Franky, who were standing firmly by your side as you bought time for Nami to set sail, protecting the Sunny from any assault raining down on you guys. Zoro could barely watch from the sidelines, too engrossed in fighting his own opponent as Luffy and Sanji took on their captain right next to him. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that the Straw Hats could defeat any enemy with enough time and focus as everyone had their unique skill set and purpose, yet as soon as Zoro’s blades clashed against the fellow swordsman’s rapier, he heard your blood-curdling scream. It must have hurt so bad – he knew what deep cuts felt like and just how badly they burnt when saltwater got into the fresh wound, but he’d been training himself to deal with any bit of pain. You were never meant to be the recipient of an injury at the hands of another, because Zoro had sworn to himself that they’d have to go through him first.

But there were you – crying and hyperventilating as Franky tried applying pressure onto your seeping wound while Brook had to unsheathe his sword and cut down those enemies all by himself now…

Well, until Zoro zoomed across the battlefield with unprecedented fury, pushing himself to his very own limits.

Usually, the crew promised to minimise casualties. In a matter of life and death, of capture or kill, Luffy would always choose capture – he knew that some things had to be done, some sins had to be committed, but overall, you were all quite peaceful…

Until that scream.

“We can ask Sanji for a drink, you know… I bet he’d even make you a snack.”, you mused happily.

Zoro’s eyes snapped up and he calmly took a deep breath in, disguising it as an annoyed huff. You were fine. Well, as fine as you could be. Your leg was swollen and the blood has soaked through the bandages on your thigh, leaving a bit of red residue that perfectly mimicked the shape of your wound. Otherwise, you were okay. You had to redress that cut with fresh bandages every night because of the humid climate, but everything was okay.

Logically, your green-haired friend knew that there was nothing to worry about, but he couldn’t help but feel like a failure.

You were important to him! You… weren’t protected when you needed it the most.

You needed him and he wasn’t there.

You were damn good at what you do. That’s why Zoro often chose to hang off of you, following you around. It was so easy to be around you. Most often, you’d even talk to him… you knew very well that your swordsman wasn’t actually fast asleep, he was just preserving energy if it came down to the worst.

Ugh, it did come down to it and he wasn’t there.

Fucking-

“This isn’t about getting stronger, is it, Zoro?” Your hands grasped at his bulging forearms, strained from swinging his swords at the objects you threw all day, and you affectionately caressed his scarred flesh. You were even kind enough to offer him a sad smile.

“I… You… I… You’re important to me.”, he confessed through gritted teeth, averting his gaze. He tried to fight being obvious about it, but you could feel goosebumps rise beneath your warm hands even though he’d just finished a workout and was drenched in sweat.

“Zoro… You’re important to me, too. That’s why you shouldn’t beat yourself up over this. You were there, in the end, as you always are. I know I can rely on you.”

He shook his head in disapproval but leaned in to press his lips against yours. It was a measured kiss, just long enough to get you to briefly feel his plush lips and get especially close to him while your hands still held onto his arms.

And when you smiled, Zoro knew that… yes, you could rely on him. Forever.

[thetrasha]

Hello! I was wondering if i could get Ace, Marco, and Rayleigh, (maybe shanks, beckman and hongo if youre able to!) On their favorite thing they love about you!

Sure thing! I modified the request very slightly (just so I'm able to spin this into a short scenario with a catchy title🫡💕[you guys know I love my titles lol]), hope that's okay with you!! Thank you so much for such a diverse cast LOL I'm sorry I didn't include Hongo - it's just that I never heard him talk and saw him basically once in my life 😭But I included Kid and Mihawk instead just to balance it out (I was randomly inspired to choose these two), it's like a 2 for 1 deal so I hope it's not too bad (✿◡‿◡)

PS. German-speaking op fans...? My people 🤝

He Can’t Resist You…!

feat. ACE, MARCO, RAYLEIGH, SHANKS, BENN BECKMAN, KID, MIHAWK

ACE …when you listen to his troubles and comfort him!

Ace is often pretty hard on himself. He cannot count how many insults and beatings he had to take just because someone else thought the idea of the son of Roger existing was either a fabricated lie or that said child should have been killed on sight. That’s how Ace learnt to fight, took on much bigger and stronger opponents as the years went by, which eventually made him who he was. He earned his spot as one of Whitebeard’s commanders and has accepted this new family, but that doesn’t mean that rejection isn’t hard-coded into his brain. He fears not being enough and firmly believes that if he didn’t push himself so much, he’d be a disgraced pirate, terrible son and worse brother. But… he’s forgotten how to be kind to himself – he has plenty kindness for everyone around him, but Ace is a master at punishing himself for things that do not matter. It’s gotten better, though.

You’re suddenly there – and you care very much… about everyone, but mostly about him. This presence next to him that cannot be swayed is a great source of comfort for him. The first time he opened up to reveal some things about his upbringing, you were so upset that you were close to tears. How sweet… he hasn’t cried about these things in years, too intimately familiar with the pain to cope with its sorrow, but you decided to share his grief and pile it onto your own out of the pure goodness of your heart and love for him. Ace thinks it’s one of the greatest gifts he’s ever been given.

MARCO

…when you help him out!

Marco is a pretty busy man who’s always needed somewhere. Quiet days actually unsettle him; it’s like the universe is just out to get him and will decide to hand him a freshly infected open fracture if he can enjoy his morning coffee in peace… The crew is made up of excellent fighters and these men and women are just dying to test their strength time and time again, protecting their dad who’s very much capable of taking care of himself in a fight despite the chronic issues he’s dealing with. Marco has never lost his kind spirit though, meaning he’s willing to help anyone who needs it. Having you helping the man who’s vehemently trying to aid all the others is thus the best part of the day. You’re always there, even if you’re not physically present… you often leave him little snacks that remind him to eat, there’s always a pot of coffee waiting for him in the med bay, and – the best thing, honestly – at the end of the day, you come into his room just to make up for the time that you’ve lost throughout the maddening daytime. You talk, laugh and just exist together. It’s domestic bliss for Marco, who finally feels like he can wind down and relax with you curled up in his arms, chatting about your day and how you can’t look at Vista ever again because he shaved and he looks so weird and-

He listens to everything, but rarely offers his own commentary. He’s just happy you’re there with him.

RAYLEIGH

…when you look at him like he’s your hero!

Silvers Rayleigh – a name that strikes the fear of God in most people. His infamous image is that of a terrifyingly strong man who served as Gold Roger’s right-hand man; he’s amongst the few lucky men who conquered the Grandline and lived to tell the tale… at the same time, to most naive rookies on Sabaody, he’s a senile old man who keeps “escaping from” his handlers and ending up in the same auction house over and over and over again. You happen to know that strange man, though. “Dark King” Rayleigh… being in the same room as someone like him… what an honour! You couldn’t help but steal glances at him, alerting him of your presence immediately. At first, he thought you were looking for a fight. He’s seen your bounty poster near the port and wow, your picture doesn’t do you justice, sweetheart and wait a minute… oh, those eyes aren’t hostile at all. He flashes you a smile, noting how nervously you shifted around all of the sudden, looking at your crew to subtly celebrate this moment.

Well, Rayleigh cannot help but love an opportunity to show off in front of a pretty face, so… he just offers to teach you some tricks. That’s how you got to know him in the first place, having long realised that he’s just some man who know a thing or two about piracy… but every single time you come back to him, you look at him with the same look of reverence. It’s very flattering to know that he’s still got it… and he’s got the confidence and shamelessness to make a move on you. That hand on the small of your back? Oh, sorry, love, must’ve been lost in thought… You still give him the look and bashfully chew on your lip, though. Nothing’s changed. Hm… maybe the hearts in your eyes did become bigger… heh.

What a lucky man he is indeed.

SHANKS

…when you care for him like he needs it!

Shanks is just as much of a living legend who cannot go anywhere where people of a certain calibre won’t cower in fear before him. How ironic that a man like him just loves when you have to fight him just to go to bed before the daylight greets him, he absolutely adores when you repeatedly push your index finger against his bare chest to tell him that he cannot keep drinking like this if he wants to find the One Piece and he is so weak for you who berates him whenever you have the chance to do so. He could sigh like a lovesick fool at your stern eyes and firm words, knowing that your love for him runs so deep… that you’d be willing to not just take on your captain in protest, you’d take on Shanks.

He is free to be just… himself around you; he needs it more than he needs air. You respect him as a man but you don’t respect him for his status at all, you push him around more than he does his crew for God’s sake!

He loves it.

And whenever he cannot keep up the facade anymore, when flirtatiously telling you to drop it and let him keep his bad habits, you’re right there with him in his private quarters, letting his head rest on your lap as you play with his deep red locks. And you let this lovesick, drunken fool rant about his problems like he isn’t Shanks – like he doesn’t have to save the world all by himself.

BENN BECKMAN

…when you engage in deep conversations that stimulate the mind!

He’s far more dangerous than his broad frame would suggest since he’s both pure brawn and brain. His intellect is one of his greatest assets, but with such a crew… It’s honestly a trait that makes rather lonesome. Benn is extremely laid-back despite being such a serious guy – that’s many because he has never been challenged properly. Nothing is mentally stimulating enough for him to fully lock in. You’re different… Shanks, of course, didn’t recruit you because of your intelligence, that’s a skill much better suited for the city rather than the sea, but you happen to have both brawn and brain as well. Benn noticed that immediately, you’re just as resigned as he is and nothing can quite satiate that natural curiosity in you for all the sea offers are battles and fever dreams… Still, you chose this life for a reason and thus, Benn Beckman himself starts following you around. It’s weird to watch your vice captain hunt you down like you’re the enemy when you’re just trying to mind your business aboard the Red Force, but he cannot help but ask you what you’re up to. Your suspicion only ever goes away after a few times, after you noticed that he’s just… trying to talk.

His opinions are fascinating. He takes you stargazing and casually asks you what you think about the passage of time, what it means to be alive, what you hoped to become – he’s throwing all these deeply profound questions at you and instead of stammering through them like a silly child, you answer them with just as much seriousness as he hoped you would. You understand the gravitas of his words, process them quickly and you never say things without meaning them. You’ve become his happy place – a place where he can express himself.

KID …when you talk back!

Kid expects everyone to just fall in line with what he says… no matter how stupid his “suggestions” actually are. If he has a plan, he wants to see it executed. Someone else might offer up a better plan down the line, but Kid would be so bitter about not having the same thought first that he’d double down on his initial idea and make the crew work even harder just to prove a point. Everybody knows that he’s a complete and utter hypocrite, but they put up with him – they believe in his ability to lead and they all want to see him become King of the Pirates since he’s offered something very few captains could: Unconditional freedom. Regardless of how unconventional and socially unacceptable someone was, they’d have a place on the Victoria Punk as long as they managed to prove themselves worthy of being there and didn’t belittle anybody else’s aspirations.

…But you knew that Kid just couldn’t help dunking on people left and right due to his explosive anger. Once he feels slighted in any way, he’s making it everyone’s problem. So – after the captain called everyone on deck to rant about his loyal crew just minutes after reading that Straw Hat Luffy has acquired a new bounty in the Newscoo newspaper, you couldn’t help yourself either. As soon as the captain got to you, your unimpressed glance turned vitriolic – you went off on your captain, telling him that everyone here chose to follow him because he’s the best option, because they want to be around him and that he has absolutely no business being this upset over someone else’s bounty when he believes that he can conquer the Grandline first. He should suck it up and prove his frenemy wrong! You screamed at him, your passionate speech getting drowned out by the deafening silence of… Captain Kid…

Honestly, Killer and Heat thought you were toast.

But nobody anticipated that, with ruby red cheeks, Kid suddenly dismissed everyone on deck and gave all of you tasks that… didn’t make any damn sense!

MIHAWK

…when you trust him first!

Mihawk is the apex predator – lethal, efficient and an unprecedented danger. People instinctively know to keep their guard up around him… as does he. He would claim that he prefers it that way, but you happen to, after literal years of knowing each other, let him in, slowly but surely. Even if he can go no-contact for months on end, even if you have your own life to worry about, you both find yourselves returning to each other and maintaining a weird… friendship (?), if you could call it that. Mihawk isn’t one for talking to random strangers, but you’re no nobody. You’re capable of handling yourself and he’s seen your strength, secretly thinks you’re quite impressive even, but you’re certainly no match for him… Still, you seem to trust him to keep your secrets safe, to keep you, by extension, safe. You firmly believe that he wouldn’t abandon you.

And he wouldn’t. Trust doesn’t come naturally to someone like him. He distrusts the world and doesn’t tell anybody anything, but he does appreciate it when he isn’t viewed like a cold-blooded killer whose only goal is to maintain a reputation that came with a title.

You want to see him for who he is, you roll over and show him your belly; you basically gave him an opening to kill you – all voluntarily. You’re so vulnerable when you talk about your burdens, but you also look like confiding in… a friend (?) heals all those wounds.

Somehow, he’s determined to prove himself to you now. It’s a slow puncture wound, but your trust will eventually pierce his heart.

[thetrasha]

Hi! I'm the one who asked for the Straw Hats' ideal types. I'm here to ask the same for other characters: Law, Ace, Sabo, Shanks, and anyone else you want; honestly, I'd read about anyone. Thanks for feeding me <3

Hello anon, thank you so much for your continous interest (●ˇ∀ˇ●) 💕 Glad you like my writing so much and shower me with compliments LOL And I'm so sorry for not replying sooner. I've been sick since Monday morning 🤡I'm still kind of feverish, but I'm recovering

Anyway, this was a lot of fun!!

Ideal Types

feat. LAW, ACE, SABO, SHANKS, BUGGY

Straw Hat crew's version here

LAW

Law needs someone who…

is honest, intelligent and kind

puts more weight behind their actions rather than their words

has a nerdy or geeky quirk

is willing to let him have his space and demands some independence of their own

Law can help you cope with these character flaws:

self-doubt

feelings of inadequacy

seeming cold-hearted (to others)

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

clinginess and being too emotional

Law sees you and knows, because you resemble him so much, that you’re misunderstood. You aren’t cold or arrogant, you’re just a little too… reserved. You naturally distrust people who haven’t proven themselves and he finds comfort in that, eager to do just that. And just like that, the image you’ve wrongfully earned yourself just melts away. Like him, you’re a deep thinker, introspective and self-critical without even trying but nonetheless very much skilled and a valuable addition to any crew. Law feels lucky to have you because it’s validating to have someone around who gets him, who understands every precarious situation and who’s able to see the bigger picture. You trust in his ability to make the right call, assisting him in every step of the way. You watch over him without expecting anything in return, you’re just loyal to a fault and want to show your gratitude. Your actions make him do a double take and he starts talking to you more often. And once your walls crumble, he realises that you’re actually… incredibly cute and kind of… what he’s been waiting for.

ACE

Ace needs someone who…

values family a lot; they need to love the Whitebeard Pirates and Luffy (and Sabo) unconditionally

lives in the moment, but regularly thinks about the past and the “what ifs” of life

wants to prove themselves or others wrong/ wants to achieve great things

is self-aware, caring and compassionate

Ace can help you cope with these character flaws:

self-loathing

impulsivity

people pleasing

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

arrogance and dismissiveness

Ace sees you and, at first, views you as a threat. Deep down, he still cannot come to terms with who he is, and thus believes that you’re the upgrade. You don’t carry the same baggage he does, which means being around you is actually pretty great – and Whitebeard thinks so, too, that’s why you’re on the Moby Dick and not just some random member aboard the grand fleet. Yet… once Ace digs deep and tries getting to know you, he feels terrible for treating you so horribly; you’re unlike anything he’s ever seen. Your hardships are a part of you, but you don’t let the past define who you are, you use it as a tool to improve the present. On top of everything, you don’t push him away after he’s opened up. If anything, you pull him even closer. He’s so, so grateful to have found you. Maybe – just maybe – he’ll learn to like himself… after all, if someone like you can love him so dearly, he cannot be so bad, right?

SABO

Sabo needs someone who…

lives freely without constraints, doesn’t care what other people think about them

pursues a deeply humanitarian dream

is just, hard-working and unique

thinks rather than feels

Sabo can help you cope with these character flaws:

being too idealistic

sorrow

perfectionist tendencies

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

different political ideology and laziness

Sabo sees you and knows you have what it takes. You’re unafraid of tension and you’re quite abrasive when it comes to the intolerable… and your track record is just as impressive. You’re a rare gem who doesn’t sell their principles to get ahead in life – you chose this path out of conviction, not due to a lack of options. Maybe that’s why he recommends you for a position much higher up the ladder where your potential would be seen, where your voice would be heard and matter… Eventually, Sabo would notice a dangerous flutter in his chest every time you worked together. He would linger around you longer than necessary and try to get you to talk about your personal life just to get closer to you. Your story is fascinating, he cannot help but be angry at the world for throwing you away. Well, kind of – you’ve landed right in his arms, so it’s not that bad now, is it?

SHANKS

Shanks needs someone who…

wants to go about life at their own pace

is outgoing, emotionally intelligent and warm

has the street-smarts and strength to defend themselves if it came down to it

hopes for peace and believes in equality

Shanks can help you cope with these character flaws:

procrastination

bottling up negative feelings

stubbornness

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

being too fragile and selfishness

Shanks sees you and doesn’t know why he’s suddenly so eager to be taken care of – you just sniff him out like a hound dog and nag at him about his terrible habits constantly. He thinks it’s sweet that there’s someone amongst his loyal crew members who still believes he would change his ways. They all let go of it at some point.

…Until you don’t let go of it at all. You shadow him and relentlessly pursue his heath and happiness. At first, Shanks wrongfully assumes that you’re trying to be the captain’s favourite, but he could only watch in astonishment as you pull the same stunt on all the others. “Benn, you smoke too much. Roux, why in the world are you lifting that crate by yourself, let me help. Yasopp, you will cook these beans before eating them or so God help us all.” – he hears your voice in his head echoing his own sentiments towards his friends. It suddenly feels too real. You’re just… like this. It’s in your nature to be warm. And you offer the same warmth to… Shanks. Larger-than-life, mythical, legendary Shanks. He’s just another man in your eyes… It makes him nervous.

BUGGY

Buggy needs someone who…

feels rather than thinks

engages in creative activities and has something that fulfils them

is loving, direct/ straightforward and clingy

reassures him and would be his anchor in life, an unshakeable constant

Buggycan help you cope with these character flaws:

deep insecurity/ self-pity

abandonment issues

competitiveness

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

being distant and indifference

Buggy sees you and knows that you’re different from the rest. Not unlike him, to be honest, but that might be wishful thinking. He just feels inexplicably drawn to you; he revels in your proud smile whenever he praises you for a job well done. Sometimes he thinks that you crave his approval just as much as he craves yours… once you tore down his walls, you’re all up in Buggy’s business. Worst thing is that he doesn’t mind at all. He likes having you around, you’re not half as much of an idiot as all the other troglodytes he keeps around. The thing that he doesn’t get is, though… you actually don’t think quite as highly of yourself. It’s not humility, you’re plenty humble, but it reeks of insecurity… and believe him when he says that he knows that stench all too well. Well, you might just need a proper hype man to tell you that you’re the most amazing person to ever walk this wretched Earth, darling! One day you’ll wear that title with pride.

[thetrasha]

Don't Be Kind to Me

SHANKS EDITION

“…Shanks.”

“Oh! I didn’t see you, love. Hello!”

What a pitiful excuse of a lie. He’d been standing in front of a mirror, even if your red-haired captain didn’t have constant access to superhuman observational skills, his eyes could have met yours at any moment.

Shanks just chose to ignore you, letting you watch him as you casually leaned against his door frame. He reckoned that you’d already forgotten why you were there in the first place, too entranced by his strange behaviour that only you caught glimpses of from time to time. For someone so open-minded and outgoing, Shanks kept his cards close to his chest and protected them with his life. Not out of shame – he didn’t fear irreparable harm to his image and persona, not at all, but he was so troubled by the weight of his own life that the doom and gloom of every seemingly normal day just got to him sometimes... Maybe that’s why you kept tabs on him whenever he hasn’t been able to satisfy that fun-loving daredevil side of his for a long period of time; when you were all stuck at sea and forced to eat stew seven times a week out of necessity rather than pleasure and Shanks couldn’t even get enthusiastic about mindless drinking and partying anymore, you just naturally found yourself standing basically right next to him.

At this point, Shanks couldn’t decode whether this was just something you did for everybody as evidenced by your selfless dedication to every crew member’s well-being… or whether you felt the same pull towards him as he did to you.

Fascinating, that mind of yours. But he dearly wished it was the latter.

“…Don’t kid yourself, Captain. You probably sensed me before I even stood in your doorstep. You wanna… talk about it?”

…Right. Or maybe Shanks just deluded himself into being doted on like that for no reason other than the fact that he liked the idea of having you all to himself. Still, that fascinating, fascinating mind of yours was a bit of a problem right now. You’d often used your quick thinking to rip your enemies’ plans apart, but you can be quite the unstoppable force when you use those skills against your dear captain.

It was all made worse by the fact that you weren’t exactly off in your silent assumptions. Just like how he knew you were approaching when he couldn’t see you yet, you knew that something wasn’t quite right as soon as you saw him.

The depressingly misery he he donned in private right now was certainly an uncanny match-up when attached to the name of the Red-Haired Shanks.

To most others, he must have looked quite the same. His hair was stylishly tousled, effortlessly handsome without even trying. Those deep eyes of his were just as strong as ever. Really, you shouldn’t have perceived anything unusual.

And yet, and yet… you noticed. Of course you did. You saw him.

“Talk about what?”

“…Kay. I’ll take that as a resounding ‘no’, then.”, you sighed.

Shanks could only chuckle in response. Yeah, as if you’d ever let him have this one. Once you smelled that something was awry with your captain, you’d pursue it no matter what. Even if Shanks didn’t like it. Especially if he didn’t like it.

You walked up to him, watching Shanks stand in front of his full-body mirror as he was getting dressed. His loose pair of trousers sat lopsidedly low on his hips, his white linen shirt had yet to be buttoned and he was completely barefoot. If he didn’t seem so lost in thought, you would have assumed that he was out-of-his mind drunk and couldn’t remember where or who he was, that’s for sure.

But you did see it, way before you even walked up to him.

Shanks watched as your eyes darted to his missing arm. Well, the light fabric that was in place of it, wrinkled and slightly stained. Like the majority of his shirts, the left sleeve had been tied into a knot to protect the end of his stump. His long sleeves were, thus, always mismatched.

See, that’s the thing.

People usually didn’t even see that he wrapped his left sleeve around itself in a loop, tying it tightly and securely, because he wore his signature cape all the time. It usually covered his entire left shoulder, fully concealing what’s beneath – or precisely what is not there – that black cape at all cost.

Said piece of clothing was thrown across his bed, mocking his reflection in the mirror as his eyes caught sight of it again, choosing to ignore your nearing form.

You stood next to him, looking right into your mirror image as well. Shanks would have loved to know what went through your head at that moment. Knowing you, it was probably deeply profound. Heh.

How cute that you kept worrying about a man like him. You were subtle, but it was still endearing. You followed him around like he was worth it, and his eyes, in return, trailed your form everywhere you went.

“Do you ever regret it?”

“Hm?” Shanks could only mutter a vague sound that didn’t mean anything to either of you.

He pretended he didn’t know what you were talking about just so he could cease talking about it. You just kept digging, though. Every time. Just like you always did, you sought him out to, as you claim repeatedly, ‘get it through his thick skull that there are people who’ll listen’… Well, yeah, but your captain also wanted to look… cool in front of you, for a lack of a better word.

“Losing an arm. Everybody knows, but you still cannot go anywhere without that stupid cape.” “Stupid cape you say, eh?”, he chuckled, shaking his head, bronze red eyes downcast, “Thought it makes me mysterious.”

“Dodging questions now?”, you grinned, knowing that he’d take the bait immediately – hook, line and sinker, “Those are not the actions of the man I chose to serve…”

Oh you damn minx. Why in the world did he decide to recruit you? You were exhilarating, but oh so dangerous. He was but a clueless sailor following your siren song.

As soon as Shanks laid eyes on you, he knew that you’d be his undoing – and he’s been right about that, even if neither of you spoke about the nameless connection you two shared. Both of you just went about your lives as if nothing ever happened, but your captain was aware that he was in deep trouble. How could he ever talk to random women with you watching him flirt away inside a tavern? How could he take anyone to bed knowing that you’d find out, living so close to his private quarters? He’d given into his carnal desires only a handful of times after meeting you since he is a weak, weak man who understands that he will never be with you, but he regretted it every time. He doubted that you were the type to care about things like that.

After all, you probably weren’t even in love with him, even if you haunted his every thought. He just mistook your kindness for affection.

…But if Shanks just thought about you pulling the same stunts as he did – God, it was so hypocritical, so wrong, but he’d actually go properly insane if you ever showed any interest in the men who flirted with you. The captain of the Red Force was filled with relief every single time you shooed curious onlookers and bold strangers away from you, preferring to stay with your crew and make lasting memories instead. Those strangers only saw you for your beauty and while he would have to commend their taste, they couldn’t ever love you like he did.

They all wanted you for a moment, but Shanks wanted you for life.

And words like that – you didn’t know how dangerous they were.

The man you chose to serve?

Don’t get his hopes up, love. He might just get burnt.

He sighed heavily.

He will never escape you for all you have to do to render this Emperor of the Sea defenceless is bat your pretty eyes, offer him a fraction of your attention and flash him one of those smiles that make his heart race uncontrollably.

“I don’t regret it. I would do it again if I had to… It’s just… If I’d just handled things a little better, maybe used a bit more –“

You interrupted him by touching his left shoulder. That’s all it took to shut him up and stop his train of thought right in its tracks. Shanks’ eyes met yours – your real eyes, not that of your reflection – and he swallowed thickly.

His Adam's apple bopped in protest since his throat felt much drier than it did just seconds ago. He was so eager to listen to your thoughts…

Certainly not only because your opinion was valuable as a member of his crew, and not just since you always made sense of any situation with your brilliant mind and deduction skills, no… mainly because Shanks just needed to hear what you thought about anything, really.

He remembered it all – from childhood anecdotes you shared in passing without a second thought down to the tiny details like which temperature you preferred.

“You acted without thinking, so you would have lost a part of yourself either way. It was the right thing to do. That’s the man I chose to serve – that reckless man who helps everyone.”

You gaze, it was so–

–angelic.

That’s the only way he could describe it somewhat accurately. You looked at your captain like he was your lifeline and all you’ve ever been waiting for. That’s why you had the prettiest eyes in the whole world; many people in this world revered Shanks for his sheer power or, if they were lucky, they could admire his attractive features up close – and don’t get him wrong, he loved the attention, but it wasn’t real. As generous and flattering as it all was, none of it was authentic. Everybody saw him for who he appeared to be from the outside looking in, but you actually squeezed his heart with your actions. Your loyalty towards him was unwavering. He trusted you blind but would never say so openly, thinking that it might offend some of his men who’d been with him since the start of his solo adventure.

Shanks suspected that his most trusted confidants knew regardless, though. They were nosy like that. Not like he’d be any different if the roles were reversed…

“W-well!”, he coughed into his closed fist, briefly breaking eye contact with you, “Maybe, but almost letting a Sea King kill me and an innocent child? How pathetic.”

Your hues glazed over in pensiveness, the natural colour of your iris partially hidden by your eyelids. You blinked repeatedly before you lowered your head, now focused on his naked chest instead. Yet before Shanks could joke around to make light of the sombre mood, you suddenly fell forward and landed right in his arms. Well, arm.

You buried your face right above his left collarbone and he could very much feel how your lashes tickled his bare flesh with every blink of your eyes. The feeling that really got to him, however, was how your hand dug into his waist just below the arm that was no more, almost cuddling him, while your left arm dragged him into a side hug he reciprocated instantaneously. If Shanks concentrated hard enough, he could smell your fading perfume and the hypnotic rumble within your chest as you quietly hummed against him. Those vibrations sent tingly shock waves through his heart.

You were always there, always.

It was so easy to imagine that you were here because you loved him just as much, because you just had to keep him close to you – you were just as attached as he was. Your bond didn’t need to be expressed in words, you, despite the horrible job he was doing, understood him and gave him what he needed.

Seeing him struggle was painful because you adored him so much, you couldn’t bear the thought of letting him suffer in silence, which is why every drop of affection was lapped up by him as if he were a man dying of thirst.

“Shanks…”, you started, lifting your head just enough for your lips to hover above his sun-kissed skin, “That missing limb is not a testament of your failure. You’re only human, making mistakes is part of that. So what, you didn’t use your Haki sooner? You almost bled out in the open sea for your friend, for a little boy whose life could run its course because of you. You chose his life over your own in that moment – that’s what counts to me. And I’ll be here to tell you the same thing over and over again because you mean so much to m–”

Shanks crashed into you all of the sudden. There was no trace of hesitation in any of his movements; he pressed his lips against your own with such urgency and desperation that you barely had the chance to react to his actions in any way. You could do no more than close your eyes peacefully as his lone hand gently stroked alongside your soft jawline, only to firmly hold you in place by the edge of your face once he realised that you were kissing him back with just as much vigour.

This deliberate kiss alone had him reeling, but he had to pull away to catch his breath, which means that he was free to watch you as he pleased. He couldn’t help but zero in on your dilated pupils, the wetness on your lips that had you licking your lips to get rid of the feeling.

That alone made Shanks’ chest swell with pride, but the well you nuzzled his left shoulder where his cape would normally lie had him choking on air. He fought a dopey smile until he just couldn’t contain himself anymore.

His hand wandered from your jawline down, down, down to your waist. He lovingly held you there before diving in to give you giddy pecks.

“Now– you’ll never– get rid– of me– ever!”

He couldn’t help but laugh, relieved to hold you, to love you.

You were his, finally! Finally… he would no longer have to worship the idea of you, now that he has you, he is that much closer to being at peace with himself.

He will be there whether you need him or not – his love for you has always been inevitable, but he’s glad he took the dive.

"Wouldn't have it any other way...", you muttered, caressing his stubbled cheek.

You're his now.

[thetrasha]

I don't usually make requests, but even though I know you've been told this before, I won't hold back from saying that I love the way you write the characters and, well, I love your writing in general!

I wanted to request something about the Straw Hats and how their ideal partner would be like.

(I don't know if this comes off as too vague, I just need more of your writing, please.)

Thank you so much, anon ╰(*°▽°*)╯ I'm glad you trust me with your request!! And I appreciate your support - more than you know, in fact 🥺Glad you enjoy my silly blog and want more. Luckily, I'm here to deliver...

And don't worry, I love vague asks, it gets the creative juices flowing :D Hope you like this one~~

PS. This is based on this post

Ideal Types

STRAW HAT EDITION

Law, Ace, Sabo, Shanks, Buggy version here

LUFFY

Luffy needs someone who…

isn’t afraid of rediscovering the world and in turn themselves

can be the voice of reason sometimes

feels rather than thinks

is open-minded, spontaneous and authentic

Luffy can help you cope with these character flaws:

awkwardness

naivete

timidness

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

dishonesty and apathy

Luffy sees you and, at first glance, just knew that you were going to be very dear to him. The world hasn’t been kind to you, even if you try to downplay your circumstances. You claim that others have it worse, that you’re not at all special, that you don’t have what it takes, but he knows. Oh, he knows that you do. You’re waiting to be liberated, to live life on your terms. He’s giving you that chance because he sees more than just potential in you – he sees expanding horizons when he’s looking into your eyes, he sees a soul that rivals the depth of the ocean, and he sees unimaginable treasure in you.

ZORO

Zoro needs someone who…

is self-assured, ambitious and humble

knows their place in the world or is relentlessly trying to find it

is an introvert rather than an extrovert

cares deeply about him and others

Zoro can help you cope with these character flaws:

pride

stubbornness

self-sacrificial tendencies

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

a weak sense of self and no desire to self-improve

Zoro sees you and… sees himself. Well, a less hardened version of him; you still have that softness about you, you have vulnerability and you’re not yet frayed, pulled apart by the seams, …you’ve had to carry your battle scars, yes, but they made you stronger, inspired you to take on the world, not shut yourself away from life experience. Your dream and your kindness coexist… Zoro thinks that’s fascinating. Your care for him proves your bravery – you are fond of the man who rarely talks, rarely reciprocates touch, who rarely… lives for himself, but you still see him for who he is and believe it’s worth protecting. You’re so admirable.

USOPP

Usopp needs someone who…

seeks harmony

hasn’t given up on the world and wants to make it better

has no tolerance for cruelty

is cheerful, dedicated and forgiving

Usopp can help you cope with these character flaws:

cowardice

anxiety

envy

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

choosing cowardice over doing what’s right and ingratitude

Usopp sees you and knows you’re someone who’s been burnt too many times. People don’t have nearly as much empathy for your situation as they say they have – believe him, he knows all about it. They can be so unnecessarily cruel, hostile for no reason… He understands why you’re like this and he feels an immense amount of protectiveness towards you, knowing that he can lift you up and show you that anyone can make it. You just have to believe in yourself! And if that’s too hard for you right now, he can believe in you for you, he doesn’t mind. One day you’ll stand beside him and you’ll thank the other for the things you’ve taught one another.

SANJI

Sanji needs someone who…

doesn’t judge other people prematurely

is deeply empathetic and acknowledges other people’s struggles

sees through anyone’s facade

is sweet, loving and reliable

Sanji can help you cope with these character flaws:

being too trusting

overthinking

insecurity

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

spite and being cold-hearted

Sanji sees you and feels seen. Nobody ever bothered to do things for him… just for the sake of taking some weight off his shoulders. It’s like your well-being depends on his own; he cannot fathom why anyone would want to spend time with him without expecting a favour or anything in return. And he desperately tries to pay you back with acts of service, but you just won’t budge. You tell him that this is what love’s like – it’s innocent and nurturing, a constant give and take. You respect him, which almost makes him cry. It’s a strange feeling… to be wanted without offering an arm and a leg, but he’s given you his heart anyway. Even without asking for it… you always had it, after all.

FRANKY

Franky needs someone who…

rejects rigid social structures

has something unconventional about them

has a strong sense of justice

is fun-loving, humorous and intelligent

Franky can help you cope with these character flaws:

self-destructive tendencies

deep regrets

scepticism/ distrust

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

greed and hubris

Franky sees you and thinks you’re enough just the way you are. You don’t have to change a thing about yourself. That fragile state you’re in – he’s here to mend it, slowly but surely. The world just didn’t appreciate your brilliance enough! You were just fine when you fit in because you’re one of the few people who could fell the system; that’s who you are at your core. You saw Franky and you saw a friend first, not a machine and certainly not a weapon. And as you slowly got to know him, you learnt to love both his human heart and the wires, pistons and cogs making it pump. You were hard-wired to reject yourself, but he’s here to tell you that you’re super awesome… well, until you learn to believe it.

BROOK

Brook needs someone who…

has a deep understanding of what it means to be lonely

is creative, funny and perceptive

feels like they are the odd one out

thinks rather than feels

Brook can help you cope with these character flaws:

feeling like you don’t belong anywhere

loneliness/ solitude

melancholy

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

disloyalty and small-minded thinking

Brook sees you and just intuitively knows that you’re his missing piece. You relate to his greatest source of pain, but you don’t let it keep you from living your own life, no, you use it as fuel to make your time on this Earth matter. You know just how precious time really is, so you are unapologetic in your pursuit of your own happiness, even if the path towards it isn’t exactly easy. It’d take him some time, but he wants to be the reason behind ever chuckle, every smile, every bit of affection you’re ready to offer. You’ve been so alone for so long, nobody has ever bothered to see you for who you are: You are vibrant and so worthy of being alive. It makes him appreciate the time he’s got now, too.

JINBE

Jinbe needs someone who…

is wise, mature and caring

is curious about other cultures and their customs, wants to understand the world

loves learning something new every day

recognises that one person cannot change the world – but doesn’t obey in advance either

Jinbe can help you cope with these flaws:

inability to find your purpose

feelings of inadequacy

pessimism and/ or nihilism

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

hypocrisy and hedonism

Jinbe sees you and knows you’re meant to be something great, you just need a helping hand and some words of encouragement. Maybe that’s what you’re lacking – a strong support system. He’ll gladly provide that for you, just to see you thrive right next to him. It’s strange; he thought he would never find someone quite like you, everybody has their charm, but you were introspective and self-aware. With him, you can put most of your worries to rest. You don’t have to adapt to getting the short end of the stick anymore, you don’t have to be there for everyone only to get nothing in return. He makes sure that you’ll always have someone to lean on and cry with.

[thetrasha]

Could I request like the first time reader and brook share a bath, to have like a nice relaxing time (I imagine later at night when the rest are asleep, or when everyone else is away). It can be as spicy, or wholesome funny as you'd like (honestly it starting with either person walking in on the other sounds like a funny start). I would imagine it to be rather wholesome though, with both parties being flustered, but wanting to enjoy the bath with each other, maybe brook beating himself up for no reason and reader wanting to make brook feel good about himself

Thank you so much for the cute request 🥺❤️Even though I'm boiling in this weather (this is why this request took relatively long to complete [meaning 24h+]), I had so many things to add to this story!! I hope you like this one (:

PS. I know you said "spice", which is totally fine, but since I don't have a rules page due to the humble size of my blog at the moment I'm going to abuse this post to mention that I'm ace and thus won't ever write smut lol Nobody has requested this yet so kudos to everybody for being respectful and kind (✿◠‿◠) But yeah, just wanted to say that

PPS. I lowkey cooked with this one LOL

The Flesh is Weak

warnings: nudity, non-sexual intimacy

BROOK EDITION

Ever since Brook and you became official, the crew noticed that he became significantly more cheery, whistling a tune first thing in the morning and dancing along to the rhythmic hammering coming from Franky’s workshop whenever he passed by, acting as if the cyborg was his trusted drummer on tour. Worst of all was that he wasn’t even embarrassed when he was caught. Usopp and Jinbe ran into him when played the air guitar in front of a room that sounded like the man inside had just rolled over a box with a million screws inside… It was a strange sight, but they were happy for the ship’s musician. They were equally happy for you, of course. Anybody could see how just vibrantly you glowed after either of you two lovebirds exchanged affectionate glances with one another or, alternatively, touched each other much more freely and openly whenever you spent time together.

Today, Brook fondly remembered, you wanted to show him “some new crew members”. The expression you wore was so sweet, the little smile dancing on your lips was the epitome of pure joy and your eyes sparkles as brightly as the sun did. Thus, he didn’t even question the words you said to him, just accepted them because he was busy being smitten, following you without a second thought. You led up, up, up – right into the crow’s nest, which was surprisingly void of Zoro. Before he could ask why there was nobody lifting weights with their pinky, you pointed at an open window above.

A bird’s nest… And the mother, presumably, was flying around to steal material for her little house. So that’s where Robin’s chop sticks went!

Brook quieted down immediately, leaning down to whisper into your ear, “Yohoho, how cute! I haven’t seen kingfishers in years. When did you notice them?”

“Just this morning. Zoro was complaining about the noise, which led me to investigate. I don’t know how many eggs she’s protecting. Can you lift me up?”

Brook could just nod bashfully. He held your by the waist and hoisted you up with ease to sit atop his hard shoulders. The meat of your thighs dug into his bones and he could feel the weight of you against the back of his neck. He could but gasp silently–

He was slowly getting more comfortable with being a lot more touchy with you, but the thrum of your heartbeat had never been so loud to him as it was during that moment. Brook could barely focus on you; he loved you so much that he thought it was pathetic to be so horribly affected by you… Humans touched each other! That’s totally normal! It’s just… he has been touch-starved for way too long. He had to get used to holding hands, for Christ’s sake! How was he ever going to work up the courage to cuddle with you? Would you even like… well, lying on his ribcage? Or would his ribs dig into you and cause you pain? Would you think that the lack of fat tissue was uncomfortable, that squeezing him like a lover was too strange of a sensation, that you would always want a cushion in-between?

Brook wouldn’t blame you.

Even though he desperately tried to suppress those thoughts, they came back every time. You didn’t deserve this. He trusted you; he loved you! Nobody should be subjected to dealing with his personal issues, absolutely no one. Your partner would just become lovesick and sentimental over it, craving your gentle touch even more than he already did.

So he waited – every night, when everybody else was fast asleep, he would use the bathhouse to wash up after the day. Yeah, maybe he didn’t need to do any of this because he couldn’t sweat anymore anyway, but the routine made him feel more like a human being. And taking a long bath at night came with some other perks! First of all, you always complimented how fresh his hair smelled in the morning, right after you set down next to him and pecked his cheek before blessing him with a smile. Second of all, it reduced the risk of ever running into you when he was undressed. Not that there was any chance at indecent exposure, but the thought of standing naked in front of you. Man, that scared him so bad! That would make everything so real. The bubble would pop and you’d suddenly see him for the skeleton he is, not the man you know him to be.

This night, however, the bathhouse seemed occupied.

Stupid Zoro, ruining his plans. That man was probably so frustrated that you banned anyone from disturbing the nesting bird in the crow’s nest (how ironic!) that he trained all day anywhere else. That’s probably why nobody saw the green-haired swordsman all day! He was busy destroying himself, and now that his muscles are sore, he’s decided to soak in a large tub filled with essential oils. Brook wouldn’t have guessed that Zoro liked to smell quite so familiar; he didn’t seem like the type to enjoy quite so delicate scent.

If he was being honest, it reminded him of you. He shouldn’t even finish the thought because the idea of you smelling like Zoro – or the other way around – caused jealousy to flare up within your boyfriend. He didn’t like that thought at all. Brook knew that this was a ridiculous connection to make. Neither of you would ever flirt with one another, much less behind their fellow crew member’s back, but Zoro… as hard and aloof as he may be to the untrained eye, he was at least human. He could cuddle you to your heart’s content, touching him would be so normal that the feeling of his rough skin wouldn’t even register to you.

You were a deity in human form, so soft, so beautiful. Brook’s breath hitched every time he barely grazed your curves with his bony fingers. His long fingers dug into the slope of your waist whenever you gave him a hug. His heart was always alight with adoration for your beauty even if it was just a mere bonus to your perfect personality. You always looked out for little old him, you wanted to be with him.

He knew, he knew! …It was just too good to be true sometimes.

“Hello, my friend. Yohoho, has the day been kind to you?”

Brook needed to get his mind away from these things. He’ll never find peace that way! For your sake, he needs to be a better man and push those feelings of inadequacy away. Zoro will probably distract him; that man always managed to get into some sort of trou-

“Br-Brook! Hello…”

So… that wasn’t Zoro’s voice. Strange.

Did someone else infiltrate the Sunny? “Don’t faint, oh my God. Don’t faint, Brook! It’s just me. Sorry I startled you. I… couldn’t sleep.”

Just before your skeleton boyfriend could slide down the wall he suddenly had to lean on, very much able to subconsciously recognise your voice blind, he straightened up and tried to flee from the scene. Brook was known to have some indecent jokes in his repertoire, but he’d never try to pull that stunt on anyone, much less you! He respected you, you were his person!

You’d definitely hate him if he not only disturbed your self-care routine, but made you uncomfortable as well, you would rightfully-

“Don’t you want to join me?” “Yoho- HUUUUUHHHH?!”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to! I know it’s weird, you need some time to build trust. It’s just… you rarely initiate any physical touch… I don’t know, do you even like the feeling of it? I can stop if you w-”

Oh… you beacon of kindness and grace. Don’t beat yourself up over his inability to cope with himself, you deserve so much better. Of course he loves it! Don’t you.. hate it? Brook shifted around nervously, clothed back still turned towards you, “Please don’t stop seeking me out, my sweet. I’m sorry for making you feel that way. You don’t have to force yourself to ask me to do anything, I would wait another century to receive your affection, my-” “…Force myself?”, you chuckled sadly, “Brook… I want you here. Come, we’ll bathe together. I can wash your hair if you’d like?”

That’s how he ended up behind you. Bubbles concealed most of your body below the water, but the tantalising hints of your smooth skin were still there to hypnotise him. You were so real, so raw. You felt so right, so true to his being… He would never want to miss you if he could have his way.

“Your limbs are so long, you practically engulf me. I feel so safe in your arms, Brook.”

Don’t make him cry, love…

“It’s probably hard for you. I hope I don’t give you, like, sensory overload. I lit some candles and incense, Robin recommended to add petals to the water, too. She plucked them from her flower bed, all for me. Hope you don’t mind being so close to me.”

...What?

“But I really… well, I don’t want to push you. It’s just that I’d love if you touched me more. I’d love to sit in your lap every morning while you read the newspaper and then I’d feed you like all these couples in cheesy theatres. I want to experience it all with you, Brook, you I can wait! I’d wait forever, as long as you’re happy – oh, but you have to sing for me from time to time. I love your voice and your passion. That’s all I need.”

…You wanted all of this, too, really? With him? Are you absolutely sure? You… you… wanted to annoy others with how sweet you’re being, with how much you’re letting him get away with? Would you like it if he always held your hands in public, making it obvious that you’re taken and… committed to someone like him?

Brook… sighed.

It’s like a weight had been lifted off of him. The shackles of restraint finally broke.

Without another word – he was unnaturally quiet, to be honest – he lifted his phalanges out of the water and your eyes followed his movement with an expression filled with curiosity. You mirrored him in so many ways; you were made for him. His personal salvation.

He felt the underside of your plush chest, hugging your torso to press you even further against him. The flesh against his bones made him self-conscious, but you just smiled in response, thanking him meekly.

Love, you don’t have to thank him for this, ever. He’d worship your essence at an altar if only he could.

This… didn’t feel awkward at all, this was his place. Holding you - this is what being alive felt like, he just knows it.

[thetrasha]

im not sure if this is like the right way to word it, but i reallllly enjoy the way you write. you worldbuild really well while simultaneously writing a cute prompt and it adds like good depth.

This is so nice 😭💕Thank you so, so much!! Ahh, I really put a lot of thought into those world-building aspects, because one piece just gives me a lot of fodder to make up my own headcanons and expand on Oda's vision. Plus, I think it makes the romance more compelling! I don't know if you noticed (it's not really that deep lol), but I flesh out every character's story with every post. In my mind, they basically happen in the same universe and I get to flesh out my own initial ideas :D

Happy reading and take care (❁´◡`❁)

[thetrasha]

One Piece: Fantasy Flirt

Who really knows how to make ‘em swoon?

feat. BENN BECKMAN, SHANKS, SABO, MARCO

BENN BECKMAN

10/10 [canon fact btw]

What a force of nature, this so-called Benn Beckman. The mysterious aura he has makes him alluring – worst thing: he’s intelligent enough to realise it. Whenever the Red Force docks at a port, the local tavern is filled to the brim with pirates and laughter. That’s just the nature of the crew, they haven’t lost their charm… that, naturally, attracts the locals. These pirates seem powerful, but not necessarily dangerous. In fact, their captain even pays full price for all the supplies! What a weird bunch. You heard about this mysterious group from your friend who works at the market… and you couldn’t help but find it a bit suspicious. Most of these men had exorbitant bounties… and they aren’t actually horrible people? Something isn’t adding up. Pirates pillage and ravage the lands, they don’t buy overpriced mackerels and potatoes from local merchants.

As soon as you enter the bar, it reeks of hard liquor and smoke. That’s not unusual, but the men certainly are. They all look a bit strange, but you didn’t fear them at all, even if most of them spared you a glance as you entered.

Well, that is until you felt a heavy gaze on you – that one did make you beyond nervous. Your eyes immediately locked onto another man who sat quietly inside a corner, watching everybody else… particularly a man with red hair.

He called you over with a wave of his fingers and you couldn’t help but point at yourself. Really… you? What’s his deal? Was this going to be some sort of low-brow robbery?

You shouldn’t have faced him so easily. This man was far more intimidating up-close. So tall and broad – a truly hardened sailor. Those scars littering his body didn’t go unnoticed by you either. He followed your eyes and grinned, shaking his head in amusement, like he could read your mind. You raked over him with a harsh glare, noticing that he carried both a gun and a dagger… yet both of them were clean.

How unusual. Why in the world did he call you over if not to rob you? Or was he asking for a brawl? How dishonourable, striking someone who’s shorter and weake-

He suddenly started to speak, alerting you.

“Seemed to me like you needed a friend.”

“Oh, and you’re my friend now?”

He smirked, chuckling at your scoff.

He didn’t respond at first, opting to take a drag of his cigarette instead.

“Could be, if you’ll have me.”, Benn responded before waving at the old owner from across the bar. The older man lit up like a kid on Christmas, loudly telling the First Mate of the Red Hair Pirates that he owes him another story and that the ale would be on the house for chasing away the World Government. You remember when the newspaper announced that they wanted to collect some hefty taxes for any service-based trades, but you also remember that no representative ever visited, meaning your economy flourished.

You were too stunned to speak. These… these guys were pirates? Those bounties rang true? Nothing was on fire and these guys don’t seem to be too interested in stealing for pleasure.

“So… friend. Mind telling me your name and where to get the best sake in town? Know someone who’s got quite the problem.”

“You mean yourself?”, you chuckled back, not even realising that you sat down next to him.

“I meant my idiot captain over there, sweetheart. But sure, I’ll take the bait. Am I that obvious?”

“A little.”

“Ouch. And I thought I had to save the pretty girl that entered the lion’s den – turns out she’s got claws.”

“Me? Pretty girl?”, you wondered aloud, leaning into him as soon as he leaned back, like a magnet.

“Uh-huh. You’re the prettiest. Obviously... that's why everyone was looking. Including me.”, Benn replied curtly, as if he was telling you a fact.

Silence befell you two. You were totally flustered, having been verbally disarmed. You… didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t even a heartfelt compliment, but the conversation flowed so easily that it made your heart skip a beat.

“Where’d those claws go now, love?”

Your face was now hot to the touch – and Benn Beckman, of course, noticed it.

SHANKS

9.5/10

Shanks is so different from everybody else… Most people know his name, they fear him greatly due to his status and proven strength. Other pirates quiver in fear as soon as they feel that crackle of energy in the air that almost knocks them out cold if they do not have the courage or power to withstand his Haki. They view him as this legend with a mythical aura, but you’ve known Shanks to be quite the catastrophe, which is funny… if it weren’t for the fact that he, as a leader, makes terrible decisions sometimes.

“Hey, Captain. I am here to bring you dinner because you thought a whole bottle of rum and a pint of beer was enough. How does it feel, hm?”

Shanks could only chuckle in despair, nursing a tall glass of a water like he wasn’t thirsty at all. On top of everything, he leaned against the door frame leading into his quarters with a sway that is just too uncoordinated to be careless. He’s completely and utterly wasted… like he most often is, that fool!

“Ah, my dearest personal nurse. Come in, come in. You can sit… uh… here? Sit wherever you like! Are you going to feed me now?”

...This guy, he always did this! His bedroom looked like a total mess. Sure, you haven’t seen a harbour in two months, which means your supplies were dwindling, which means that everyone was going a little insane, but Shanks was always the most ridiculous. He’s a social butterfly that craves attention, so as soon as he cannot distract himself with strangers, he’s totally trying it on you. It’s become a habit at this point.

“I’m not a nurse, Captain. And you’re not that old to warrant a personal one yet, Sir.”

“Oh~ You wound me!”, he dramatically touched his chest with his sole hand before fiddling with his black coat, “And I thought we had something special. Once again, you let this poor man suffer. Worst thing is that I let you –…”

“–because you love me?”, you interrupted, chuckling disapprovingly.

“–because I love you!”, he echoed immediately.

You sighed. Stupid Shanks. Stupid Benn for making you do this in the first place. Stupid crew for laughing at you when you whipped up some leftovers with a groan. They knew you had a compulsion to take care of everybody on this ship, especially when you’ve been at sea for too long. You liked to keep yourself busy; you were meant to be a free adventurer, not watch Yasopp lose a game of cards for the sixtieth time or sort potatoes in the ship’s hold because most of the unsused ones were sprouting by now…

You hummed, looking away from Shanks as he dug into his food. You instead stole glances around his room, ignoring all the laundry that ended up on the floor. This was someone else’s problem, clearly – you had your own forgotten hamper shoved into the back of your closet to deal with. Once you see a glimpse of freshwater, it’s going to be over for you – you’ll be scrubbing your clothes until you hands are raw and bloodied.

But something else caught your eye.

“It’s actually so sweet that you put up Luffy’s poster over your desk.” You smiled genuinely, remembering how fondly Shanks talked about his little friend from Foosha Village all those years ago. You hadn’t been a part of the crew then – you were far too young to be a pirate at that point, even if you already dreamt of travelling the world. The others frequently talked about it, though.

“W-well! That… that’s because-” The captain almost choked on the kale you gave him, opting for something light and healthy to help with his hangover.

“You’re a great man, Captain.”

Shanks blushed bright red, trying to dismiss your comment with his flailing arm and shy giggles. His legs shifted around under him, which means that the food was just inches away from spilling all over his bed. You just ignored him, knowing that he wasn’t serious. He wasn’t ever serious, he was fun – that’s why you admired him so much. He took all of your anxieties about sailing away since he was so reliable; you owe him so much.

“I still remember it clearly,” you sighed longingly, looking out of the only window in the room that was partially covered by curtains, “Mihawk looked like a man on a mission – the scouts were so scared! But all he did was deliver good news – the best news we got all week at the time. Hope I can meet this Luffy soon; he’s so cute – he’s smiling so brightly in his picture! He must be so happy to be a rookie pirate. Quite the bounty for a rookie, really impressive. I’d love to talk to Luffy, get to know him… see what makes him so special. Nobody should be this cute when they’re so strong!”

“…I don’t think it would be a good idea to meet Luffy, darling.”

“And why’s that, Shanks?”, you replied sarcastically, thinking he was trying to tease you. He was so predictable!

“Because you’re mine, love. Don’t forget it, m’kay?”

...Oh.

Your heart stopped beating for a moment, but Shanks was just playing. He was a shameless flirt, that’s how he got ‘em every time. Ha, two can play that game!

“I… I’d never leave, Shanks. Here to dote on you for life.”

“Good.”, he said, no hesitation in his voice. And, worst of all, he looked really serious about it.

He started eating again, visibly happy. Giddy. That blush of his still hasn't died down. You stayed silent.

…So… Is neither of you going to address this now?!

SABO

8.5/10

“So… this is where it all began, the heart of the revolution. I must admit, it’s more peaceful than I thought… I was expecting oppression and civil war, not… this.”, you mused, petting a bunch of cows as you fed them hay nearby a farm just outside of Foosha Village.

You were here on a spy mission alongside some trusted revolutionaries. Well, you and a certain someone were crazy enough to travel through half the island because it was easier to navigate from East to West, even if your fellow commanders thought the idea was bonkers. You weren’t that high up the ladder, which meant you had a supervisor with you. Someone… who took this mission without a second thought, really eager to see his home once again.

“Well, I can’t promise civil war, but you’re in for a lot of crimes against humanity and a caste system that rivals that of the Red Line once we're within city walls. We’ll just have to climb that mountain there and traverse the Midway Forest until we’re at Gray Terminal. Maybe we’ll climb the walls during the night to be quicker, but we’d have to check for guards first! So we will sleep in the forest. I know just the place! Uh… if it’s still there. I would need to see it first. It���s only going to take-”

Sabo rambled on and on, his expression unusually happy. He hated talking about injustice, but he did love this place. It was clear to anyone that the thought of reigniting lost childhood memories excited him.

He didn’t even notice that he was standing too close to the fence.

“They’re eating your coat, Sabo.”

“W-wah!”, he shrieked, tearing the fabric away from the hungry cattle. He wore an angry grimace, but couldn’t be too mad at them for too long, choosing to pet them alongside you.

Sabo was frighteningly competent for someone so young. Sure, he knew this place like the back of his hand – even if some things had changed – and confidently trod through the muddy paths leading up the mountain all while avoiding groups of bandits whose locations he was strangely familiar with. All the rain that had crashed down the mountain landed in the freshwater rivers near the villages you passed through, which meant everything was surprisingly humid and – despite all the physical ability your boss put you through, it was getting cold once the sun set.

“Are you cold? You can have my coat.” Sabo, thoughtful as ever, enquired. Even though his head was still facing forward, he noticed your discomfort.

“Oh, thanks, but-”

“Here.”

“…Thank you, Sabo.”, you accepted his offer because he had already taken it off…

Sabo took care of his people without putting a moment of thought into his actions. He was protective like that, had a heart made of pure gold. Maybe that’s why he became a revolutionary – it was simply his calling. He would have ended up in this place no matter what. He couldn’t stand the sight of the privileged taking advantage of the marginalised. To him, it was a disgusting display of sin – one that deserved to be felled.

Taking care of others was the right thing to do, but he always took it up a notch when it came to you. Always a tad bit too touchy, always a tad bit too possessive.

“Oh, this is quite the cliff. Come here, take my hand. Hold onto me, and step very carefully. I'll be your guide.”

You tried following his instructions, but you weren’t used to being so close to him. The army didn’t prepare you for this at all!

“Great job!”

It really wasn’t, but Sabo made anyone feel appreciated with his smile. That trait of his took up almost as much space in his heart as his moral compass did.

"You, too!", you replied, smiling, "Thanks for all the help."

"A-ah!", he exclaimed nervously, hiding his face from you, "It's fine. You did most of the sailing, now I have to pull my weight, okay?"

Sabo was a great guy. Maybe too great, because he made you... think. His words - surely he meant them platonically - were... so sweet, all the time.

“You trust me so easily, being with you is so natural...”, he chuckled, looking back at you while trying to hide his smile, “Makes me feel… really special, you know?”

He had some nerve… saying that after he almost made your heart leap out of your chest by pulling you in by the small of your back, helping you cross a tiny canyon… smiling at you like you were the love of his life.

MARCO

7/10

As a ship doctor, Marco had a keen eye for spotting anyone’s ailments. Whatever burdens plagued the crew, he was there to set it straight. You knew that he was attentive and relentless in his care for others, never truly letting up. He always claimed that it was to avoid work – if more people ended up in the med bay, he’d start a riot all by himself, but you knew that it was just who he was.

With such a large crew, he was always busy. You’ve seen him reset dislocated joints countless times, wipe copious amounts of blood off his hands just after rudimentary emergency surgery and make up medical treatment on the go with the little supplies they had…

You thought bothering him with your silly problems would just take some necessary resources away from others. You knew that it wasn’t exactly right to let any problem fester, but you didn’t want anyone other than calm, collected Marco to know about it. You don’t want to seem weak; you were capable and independent, a pirate with a high bounty yourself…

But you didn’t know that Marco had already sniffed you out, eyes always on you.

You were dealing with nightly troubles due to heightened anxiety for seemingly no reason. It was frustrating. This was just your life now, you realised.

You hadn’t been sleeping at all that night, and you knew that it was futile at this point. You knew your body – this was just torture at this point.

Getting up was the worst. You were exhausted enough to feel like the weight of the world rested on your shoulders but, at the same time, worried too much to truly be at peace with yourself.

As soon as you stepped into the empty kitchen to drink some coffee from the day before – yuck – you felt a presence graze your back. Your heart rate kicked into overdrive, adrenaline flowing through your veins and erasing any traces of desperate need for sleep. You probably looked a mess too, but who would be-

“Marco?!”

“I’ve been waiting for you, yoi.”

His tone was stern, but not accusatory. You knew exactly what he meant. Of course he’d been watching, of course he noticed! Those eye bags were probably getting obvious by now, how in the world did you think you could fool someone as intelligent as Marco?!

Instead of the med bay, though, he took you to his room. It smelled like lavender – oh, he’d set up incense. How… nice…

“Drink this.”, he said dryly, handing a mug.

Without even looking at its contents, you took a sip. It was warm milk and honey. The temperature was perfect and warmed you from the inside.

“Marco, I’m sorry I didn’t co-”

“I don’t want to hear it. You’re here now.”, he countered, gesturing towards a plush chair he’d probably stolen from another commander’s room…

You sat down, facing him with shame dancing in your eyes. Though he implied that you shouldn’t worry about it, you felt like a child caught with their hand still stuck inside the cookie jar.

“You can take my bed. I will be here, waiting. Might read a book, but feel free to interrupt anytime. We don’t have to talk, but I won’t leave you.”

…You nodded, smiling ever so slightly. That was beyond kind of him. He was such a good person. You knew that one night of this wouldn’t cure you immediately, but… well, you would definitely come to him with your burdens from now on. You… respected him, just like he respected you by speaking to you in private about this instead of having the crew around.

You were still in your sleepwear, so you got under the covers and stared at Marco, who suddenly hovered above you.

“I hope you’ll sleep well. Again, I’m here. I will be here. You are safe with me.”

With those words, he blew out the candles on his bedside table, giving you one last look before he retreated into a corner of the room where the moonlight shone through.

You turned around, laying on your side. The bed smelled like him – well, of course it did. It was his bed! But you never noticed how pleasant it was. You never noticed that Marco had been watching you, a consistent presence in your life. You never noticed that there was someone who was there… unconditionally.

You were suddenly very nervous for a different reason. Worst of all: you absolutely couldn’t tell Marco about this one either!

COUNTERPART POST - One Piece: Clueless and Clumsy

[thetrasha]

Cookie giver here 🍪 !

Coming again for Brook 👹 (please tell us if we should give you some rest days 😂)

With what you wrote about how Brook would "confess" his feelings, I was wondering, how do you think he would be at the beginning of the relationship ? Would he overcome all of his insecurities rather quickly or do you think it would make them worse somehow ?

Thanks again for everything you write and have a nice day !!

Hello anon (●'◡'●)

I admit - I haven't thought about that part, so this was very fun for me! I think he'd be quite the mixed bag, have some great and some bad moments where his confidence falters... but I actually don't think he'd get worse!! He seems, despite all the weirdness, like a well-adjusted person who trusts fully once he's committed to someone. I put a phrase somewhere in those Brook posts, basically saying that he trusts you more than himself - that rings true 100%... That being said, the bad moments are him just essentially trying to punish himself‼️I think he'd cope with humour, so we would absolutely have to put him in his place 😤Not on my watch, Brook-

I wrote a cute little scenario :D (Requests don't bother me at all, I LOVE THEM)

No Grave Can Hold My Body Down

BROOK EDITION

“Anything interesting happening lately?”

You entered the room with a yawn, having slept in and only ever appearing after the others have already left the kitchen after breakfast. As was your routine, Brook was still sipping on some Earl Grey Tea while reading the newspaper, but ever since you two became a true couple, you became a lot more casually affectionate with each other. Thus, you plopped yourself down next to your skeleton lover and nestled up into his side. Your nose scrunched up at his orange feather boa, throwing one side of the garment over his shoulder to cling to him properly.

Brook hummed in satisfaction, smiling down at you.

As you reached over to pick up a breakfast croissant with jam, he began explaining,

“Hmmm, not really, my love. Impel Down has been fully rebuilt, a politically unstable Summer Island has been experiencing severe drought and, get this, the satanic cult of Namakura Island has been getting into trouble with the World Government. They’re getting investigated.”

You blinked at him before breaking out into laughter, “Isn’t that the island you were sent to by Kuma?! I-… I literally can’t!!”

Brook nodded, “Yohoho~! The very same, yes.”

You had a twinkle in your eye, smirking. Your partner desperately tried to ignore looking your way, knowing that you were up to something. Your little streak of mischief has been amusing him, because he knew that you just wanted to reassure him that you were okay with… whatever this was. Brook couldn’t help but make jokes at his expense sometimes – far crueller than the ones pointing out that he had no eyes that were doing double-takes, and no skin to itch in discomfort. He tried to give you an out, thinking that you’ll magically wake up and realise that ‘oh my God, the skeleton man is actually dead and cannot kiss me, he is not as warm as a human man would be, among other things…’

“I still cannot believe they called you ‘Satan-sama’.”

Your snort alerted him, his head snapping towards you. He shook his head in mock disapproval, but his grin was wide.

“Well, it did make me famous. You don’t see a horror show like tha-”

“I happen to like that horror show.”, you retorted, pressing up against him. He had no lungs to speak of, but you could hear his breath hitch. You thought he was insane for speaking so lowly of himself, when he went through the entire range of human emotions all the same. Lips or no lips, he nuzzled his jaw against your neck every night before you separated, going into your respective quarters; heart or no heart, you could feel his chest bones thrum in anticipation when you leaned in to plant a kiss on his face; blood or no blood, he was still hot to the touch and able to blush around you. How his bones managed to acquire a delicately rosé tone was shrouded in mystery, but you suspected that his soul just shone through. Humans are adaptable creations, which means he just learnt to live with his circumstances, just like how you’re learning every day.

Brook was ecstatic when he petted your hair as your boyfriend for the first time, his long fingers scratching your scalp and making you succumb to pleasure, but he almost cried as soon as you let out a yelp, some strands of yours holding onto the space between his bones and causing a nasty knot to form around his wrist as you both tried to free you again.

He hasn’t had the courage to do it ever since, but he has been on a learning curve.

“I love you, Brook”, you uttered, looking up into the hollowness of his eye sockets. You could literally peer right into him. Sometimes, if you just looked hard enough, you could see his soul you knew that his love for you burnt through his every bone, keeping him alive – maybe more alive than he’d been previously.

You heard a sniffle. He averted his gaze, but pressed himself against you, chasing your warmth.

He was getting comfortable being with you, and in return, he’s slowly getting comfortable being himself.

[thetrasha]

Hooray

Today is my blog's one week anniversary (Well, my first post turns one week at least, yay 😤‼️) so I just wanted to thank everyone who took some time out of their busy life to read my silly little stories, leave a like/reblog or share their thoughts via the comments. I do read everything (❁´◡`❁) and you're all so nice!! I want to especially thank those of you who sent in requests, you made this week so special, that's why I want to partially dedicate this teeny tiny baby milestone to you as well~

Happy reading and take care everyone <3

[thetrasha]

He Smells Like...

feat. ZORO, BROOK, LAW, ACE, SHANKS, MIHAWK, CROCODILE

ZORO

…agarwood/jinko/oud, patchouli and black amber.

MOOD: masculine, traditional and earthy

Zoro smells like a forgotten temple that has been taken over by nature. A structure so imposing that the vines running along its architectural design seem insignificant in comparison, but every cut into the finely cut stone tells a story, every blemish reminds the visitor of years of pain. Nonetheless, the temple is still here, having overcome every invasion.

Just like Zoro, who piles other people’s burdens onto his own… just to protect them. He offers security, and only accepts sincere gratitude as payment, nothing else. He cannot change the world, but he would die trying if it came down to it – for his beliefs, his friends… and for you. You care for that abandoned temple of his like a priestess would, never once thinking of leaving it be. Really, you… are his saviour. You wouldn't let him succumb to the elements.

BROOK

…tea leaves, rain and cashmere.

MOOD: unisex, nostalgic and deep

Most people would say that they find the smell of rain comforting, but most people would also much prefer a sunny day. The scent is a circumstance of life – or the absence of it, depending on who you might ask. Standing next to Brook, thus, reminds you of… simpler times, times where happiness was so palpable and so real, more easily within your grasp, when the pressure of life didn’t get to you yet. It doesn’t surprise you at all that he naturally mirrors his soul’s gloom despite having such a joyous and accessibly kind personality.

Brook is beyond glad that you were at peace with his being. He doesn’t quite believe you when you tell him that he doesn’t smell like death at all, but he’d take the compliment with a hearty chuckle. He trusts your judgement more than he trusts his own. Besides, how can he turn you down when you look at him like he's all you've ever dreamt of?

LAW

…books, common sage and lavender.

MOOD: unisex, herbaceous and comforting

Tranquil and calm with a sharp minty tang that vaguely reminds you of medicinal properties, that’s how you’d describe it. It’s so soothing that it might even make some people deliriously sleepy – but again, deeply refreshing. It’s also a bit of an ancient smell, fitting for his old soul that’s been through so much. For someone so disturbed by himself, you think it’s delightful what a calming effect he has on others. Always the voice of reason, always ready to utter a wise word…

So you nurture him when he’s had enough for the day, the week, the entire year. When the noise gets to be too much for him, you enter the room with a fresh cup of tea or coffee – just how he likes it – and talk to him about happier things, things that take his mind off of his demons. Now you’ll never miss that steady presence in your life, just like how he will never miss yours, for you have each other now.

ACE

…common jasmine, honeydew melon and smoke.

MOOD: feminine, light and delicate with musky undertones

A scent that reminiscent of heady spring nights that end up around a barely glimmering bonfire. A marking of new beginnings and scorched earth alike – Ace smells cheerful, innocent and floral with a hint of depth to it, like a secret that’s never been lifted, a cry nobody ever bore witness to… Well, until you came along. You always thought the smoke was the strongest note within that concoction and not just because he ate the Flame Flame Fruit, no, because… still waters, ironically, are very deep. At first, you didn’t detect that smoky musk at all, yet once he’s let you in, the smoke overpowered the lighter, more cheerful parts. He was an enigma worth exploring, worthy of being seen and being offered a shoulder to lean on. He’d never thought that crying in your arms would appease the flames within him, but… well, he didn’t think he’d ever love someone this truthfully either.

Every spring follows a dark winter.

SHANKS

…rum, cedarwood and raspberry.

MOOD: masculine, balsamic and playful

It’s a surprisingly grounding scent. He smells like an adventure and feels very warm and approachable because of it. How funny that Shanks – Shanks! – smells approachable when he’s prone to burying his problems and keeping his heart under lock and key. He’s so… so silly, so fun, so him, but he’s also quite the introspective thinker who craves harmony and everlasting peace. Very well aware of his legacy and the laid-back nature he projects to ease other people’s worries, he tries not to think about the missing arm, the loss of strength that came with it, the phantom pain, the… problems; he tries to forget that he’s almost lost an eye, and that it all amounted to nothing. The world is still rotten, evil still runs rampant… it makes him chuckle wistfully. You’re always there to catch him when the mood turns sombre, holding him close and telling this living legend that he’s done well, that you’re proud of him and that his sacrifices changed the world.

If he’s balsam for the soul, you’re his much needed anchor.

MIHAWK

…black lily, sandalwood and wine.

MOOD: feminine, mysterious and elegant

Very much a complex, sophisticated scent. Nothing ever seems like it is on its surface level, and you have to dig deep to perceive the base note, because Mihawk doesn’t let people in on his... life most of the time. He’s fleeting and evasive, rarely ever blossoming. He keeps people at an arm’s length, deeming most people a liability, or shooing them away because they'd just annoy him… but somehow, you stuck with him.

You’ve seen the good, the bad and the ugly, but let him keep his air of secrecy, never pried once. Your own independence kept you busy. He... appreciates it. Like a good red wine, his trust needs time to age properly. Once he’s decided to keep you, though, there’s no going back. The slow burn has erupted into an open fire and his loyalty is indeed forever. He’s your sword and shield, and you are his heart.

CROCODILE

…tobacco, leather and burnt amber.

MOOD: masculine, domineering and warm

Crocodile smells like he could take over any room, that deep aroma keeps dominating the senses. The spiciness of the tobacco has permanently seeped into his luxurious clothes, and every cigar lit between his fingers just adds to the sensation. It’s a rich scent that is truly inevitable, just like he is. His frame is imposing, his intimidating appearance undeniable and yet, and yet… there’s this warmth in there, something leathery, something raw. You often interpret it as anger – anger at the world, at himself, at friends and foes alike… it’s easy to stoke the flames, but you’ve come to realise that Crocodile has never once been unreasonable in his anger.

His dismissiveness would be almost impressive if it weren’t for his other side; possessive, domineering… irrational. For a man of his calibre, he sure seems to have a problem with you trying to sever your ties to him by finding a job with a better work and life balance... He claims that he cannot find anyone who could do your job, but you knew that that’s a horrible lie.

Neither of you acknowledge what's happening out of pride.

[thetrasha]

hi! hope it’s not annoying that I reblog everything you write lol it’s just way too good!!

Oh don't worry anon 🥺😭 It's not annoying, I don't mind it at all, it's actually really flattering LOL Thank you so much for your support!! <3

[thetrasha]

One Piece: Clueless and Clumsy

Who is just… a little dense?

feat. LUFFY, SANJI, ACE, BUGGY, KID

LUFFY

∞/10

CLUELESS AND CLUMSY

Okay so… Luffy is not the best at flirting or being flirted with... That means that he is the worst.

He has a lot of empathy and can easily see other people’s perspective, but he is in dire need of direct, straightforward communication when it’s about him. Anything that is subtle enough to fly under his radar just doesn’t exist, because he’s rather spend his time thinking about achieving his dream and being the freest person ever. That being said, I wouldn’t say he’s totally disinterested. Once someone emerges who truly stands out to him, he’d feel the change. The queasiness… the unrest… the sudden heart palpitations… Luffy has never been sick – he has been injured plenty of times, even to the point of being on the verge of death, but he’s never experienced illness. He’d go to Chopper and bluntly ask the ship’s doctor what’s wrong with him, which would lead to a plethora of tests that would ultimately amount to nothing other than solidifying, in Chopper’s mind, that Luffy is a freak of nature.

Maybe he needs more meat, SANJI!!!

He'd go through every single one of his friends' pointless advice, to no avail. Franky made him solve a jigsaw puzzle, which took literal weeks, but he's still so sick, and now it gets worse when you're not there!!

Eventually, he would ask you about it - casually over dinner, with all the other crew memebers dropping their cutlery in disbelief. Luffy is incredibly embarrassing and endearing. The others would leave you to your awkward moment... and you'd just talk.

You wouldn’t have expected Luffy to like you back; he’s so free-spirited and oblivious to anyone’s advances. Even women who lay it on thick can’t get through to him when his head is in the clouds… But his heart is with you and he soon realises that this is no sickness, it’s a source of great strength and resolve for him. You make him believe in things beyond his scope – your future will be so bright, he’ll make sure of it.

SANJI

10/10

CLUELESS

Sanji is an unbelievably shameless flirt in a hopeless romantic’s body, which means that he definitely recognises the signs – the incessant need to be with you, his petty jealousy towards everyone who eyed you a little too curiously for his taste, his never-ending longing to hear your praise for any of his acts of service. It’s all right there, but he doesn’t acknowledge it once, thinking that once he started bargaining with himself, he’ll make you uncomfortable and realise just how weak he is. He doesn’t expect anything from anyone because his insecure conscience makes him selfless to the point of self-abandonment, so having you stubbornly patch him up after he got hurt during a nasty bar fight (that Zoro started, that bastard!!!) was making the hair at the back of his neck stand up. He shivered every time he felt your hands on him, because his body craved to be doted on by you so badly, but he would just believe that he’s being gross and unreasionable about a stupid crush. He’d immediately think you were disgusted by him, you couldn’t possibly return his feelings, could you? You’ve seen him look at countless women for a quick confidence boost, trying feel his own worth by doing nice things for others, so the nice things you were doing for him… yeah, you must be pitying him.

Then his gaze meets yours, though. Your eyes, so beautiful, so deep, look at him like he’s an angel in human form. He’s not, he’s really not! ...The thought makes him fidget around, trying to flee from your care. He’ll get delusional if you keep this up! He would try to rationalise his way out of anything, so you almost have to shut him up with a romantic kiss for him to get it.

ACE

9/10

CLUELESS

Ace is very much aware that he attracts people. He feels their eyes on him whenever the Whitebeard Pirates dock at an island – it doesn’t even have to be foreign. The people could be under his dad’s protection, they could have seen him multiple times, but they still want to sneak a peek. He knows that he looks… a certain way; appealing to some, apparently.

He hates it. He hates it so, so much. It doesn’t flatter him, because he’s been told – even by Whitebeard himself, once, God bless him – that he looks a lot like his "actual father" when that guy was his age. The freckles throw some people off, but the resemblance is said to be undeniable to those who really knew Roger. He doesn’t know whether that is true, to be honest. Anyone could have black hair, so many people have dark eyes and everyone who does physical labour gains a little muscle definition. Those were all coincidences! These people don’t like Ace at all, they like the illusion of the late, oh-so-great King of the Pirates and cannot put their finger on Ace’s allure because of it. He denies everyone since he’s so bitter about it.

So all is well when you make it very much known that you just want to be his friend. That’s nice, another friend. How neat! In fact, he’s quite happy about it – he can lay his one-sided dislike aside and start fresh, which delights Whitebeard, too. Everyone's just content being a harmonious crew.

…Which makes it extra weird for him when he’s the one falling for you. You’re so… gentle, so nice, so kind to Ace. Ace! The real Ace. Pathetic, worthless and depressing Ace. Why couldn’t you see him for the Devil he was? Why… when you could do so much better?

You must be insane, being kind to such a failure.

Why couldn't he stop loving you for it, though...?

BUGGY

8/10

CLUMSY

Buggy would like to claim that he’s scarily perceptive and sniffs out people’s true intentions like it’s second nature, but his insecurities have poisoned the well. He firmly believes that no one’s ever flirted with him, ever, because… nobody could love that face, sweetheart. He doesn’t really know how to tell friend from foe, that’s just his anger issues talking every time he feels ridiculed and/or wronged. Naturally, he pushes everyone away who meets the criteria, causing him to spiral even further in his misery. It’s like a self-fulfilling prophecy, really…

So… how how badly he’d try to explain your gestures. Surely, you must have mistaken Buggy’s joyous whimper for a manly grunt – a hardened criminal like him wouldn’t wag his tail for being noticed and touched by a beautiful woman like yourself, please. Oh, the leftovers you bring over into his quarters? You’re clearly paying tribute to your amazing captain, keep it up! You tell him that you admire him and he’s like – yeah, duh, look at the show he’s put on today! Only an experienced showman could rile up a crowd like that. Go as far as to tell him that you like him, he dares you. He’d stand still for a moment, suffer a mini stroke that causes several body parts to end up on the floor, stutter his way through a meek, “Well, who doesn’t like the great Captain Buggy?!” and the he just leaves immediately. He wouldn’t come out of his room to retrieve his missing hand, ear and ankle until the next morning…

He absolutely cannot deal with it. He liked you too much to cast you aside, now that you’re actually getting bolder and bolder with your teases (?!), he’s at his wits end. He cannot handle it at all. You don’t like him like that, do you? No. You’re… look at you. This has got to be the loneliness talking!

If you ask him out, it’s game over. His heart would flutter, but he's also go into cardiac arrest...

KID

7.5/10

CLUMSY

Kid is unreasonably stubborn. He is also unreasonably prideful. Paired with his explosive anger, he’s a walking, talking brushfire that burns bridges left and right. People have got to have a thick skin around him, because his is just incredibly thin. Naturally, people aren’t interested for too long, which hasn’t ever bothered him. Kid's out on a mission! He’s going to be King of the Pirates, there’s no time for sideshows when some sorry lowlifes try chasing the same dream without having a single brave bone in their body. Don’t worry, he’s here to set the record straight. So… no, it doesn’t bother him at all. What does bother him, however, is someone trying to make a move on you all of the sudden. First of all, you’re definitely not interested in some weakling, second of all, keep those eyes to yourself, pal. Now scram.

Everybody but him knows why he’s so possessive, but he is trapped in a minefield of his own mistakes – you teased him about falling for you once, after he made you a new alarm clock from scratch because he broke yours and he’s been trying to prove a point from then on. It’s like he’s arguing with himself, because now that he did notice you and watched you like a warden, he cannot help but… think you’re kinda cute. He haunts you and pokes fun at you every chance he gets, just to see you get mad. Killer thinks it’s embarrassing, but doesn’t intervene. He doesn’t want to be caught in the crossfire.

Literally everyone watches as Kid actually begins falling in love with you while you’re the one who now has a short fuse…

COUNTERPART POST - One Piece: Fantasy Flirt