#He's position is closer to Nami's in that sense

[sillypiratelife]

When Sanji sacrifices himself he's aware of what he's doing. He knows exactly what is at stake and how much he's given and why his act is bad to others or himself, why it must be done either way. From what I see, it's a reflection of his self-esteem and his desire to put others first, it's guilt and it's self-punishment and he knows, okay?

When Zoro sacrifices himself he's insane, batshit crazy. He doesn't want to die per se, he doesn't hate himself and doesn't do it out of punishment. His dreams are bigger than his life, they are more valuable, so he's never afraid to put his life at risk when it comes to fulfilling what he thinks his duty is. You could say it's his honor or his code of life— Zoro can survive the deadliest wounds, the worst circumstances, 'cause he doesn't seek death, it's just that he won't avoid it either.

I love that contrast and how clear it is during the encounter of Zoro and Mihawk in Baratie.

#they both live to carry other people's dreams that are also their own #Zeff's dream of finding the All Blue and Kuina's dream of becoming the best swordwoman ever #They both fight with the techniques snd experience that were passed down to them by Zeff and Kuina #The difference is that Zeff cutting his leg and giving all the food to Sanji made Sanji feel eternally guilty and unworthy #he thinks he has to sacrifice himself for others so much #Zeff hates seeing how he drags himself down when other hadn't even asked that of him #Meanwhile Kuina's death drove Zoro to go all out never fearing his death #He could die trivially in some accident like Kuina did but the difference is that Kuina died reaching for her sword #Call it whatever you want but Zoro learned from her to don't let desth stop you it can catch you whenever anyway #Fear of death can be the thing that stops you from reaching your dreams so you need to teach yourself how to live plenty #Zoro's opinion on sacrifice is closer to Luffy's #The insanity of those two #It really hurts to see Sanji around them because of that #He's position is closer to Nami's in that sense #She who sacrificed everything for her village and her people #shan blogs about one piece! #one piece anime #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji

[lawchwan]

Hurt Me and Cover Me in Cum, Goddess (sanji)

Summary: You take care of a pathetic Sanji... thats it thats the plot.

Reader: afab Genre: smut Disclaimer: sub!sanji, piv, forced orgasm/overstimulation, cock slapping, hints of worship play, riding, cum play, porn without plot

crossposted on ao3

If anyone were to see Sanji in this state, he won't hear the end of it, and God forbid this scenery has been witnessed by that damn moss head. Sanji would not be left alone and he couldn't even defend himself...

And why should he? He was never ashamed of being submissive to his goddess. Sanji being Sanji, this man loves women, maybe having an interesting way of showing, but there's no denying that he views every woman as a beautiful creature roaming on Earth. But you? If he views Nami and Robin, the two women that he'll drop everything for, as angels, then you were a goddess in the eyes of Sanji Blackleg. and what better way for him to showcase his worship than to drop on his knees for you, wrapping his lean arms around your legs with his hands just inching away from the softness of your ass, his blue eyes gleaming upwards with feigning innocence. His chin is placed in your pelvic bone.

"Please... goddess, I want you so bad..." his voice cracked and broke as he looked at you with pleading, which resulted in the event that occurs now; he’s placed on your chest with his blouse unbuttoned and his sleeves hanging by his forearms, while you wrapped your arms around his torso as your hand wraps itself around his hard cock. He threw his head back as he whined into your neck and his face flushed red with tears staining his cheeks. You’ve been going at him for the past fifteen minutes just outright torturing him with the edging game you’ve decided to play with him.

He lets out strings of pleading speech and asks for him to come, and as soon as you sense him getting closer, you slow down to a halt, which makes him cry out more pleas as you shush him while he whimpers.

“Shh, shh, you need to be a good boy, Sanji, you just need a little more until you get it okay?” you say in a hushed tone, which makes him shudder out a “Yes, goddess,” as you then proceed to do the actions that you were doing.

But with this one, Sanji had had enough. When he felt himself getting closer again, you did what usually do, expecting him to just carry on whining and plead with you to “stop,” but this time he reacted with him just gripping your wrist harshly and crying out with more pleads. You eyed him with a blank stare, only for Sanji to look up at you and realize his fuck-up.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you! I’m sorry, goddess, please forgive—ah!”

Sanji’s pathetic pleas have been interrupted by your slap towards his cock and he just hissed in pleasure followed by a moan. “You dare stop me?”

“N-No! No, I did not—ah! Fuck!~” You proceeded to abuse his cock, which results in him just whining and apologizing. As you continued to do so, he eventually began panting until he suddenly began spilling over the bed. You looked at him in awe while he just looked down in embarrassment as he began cussing at himself for what he did, anticipating your upcoming reprimanding.

“Aww, did little Sanji just come by me slapping him?” You say with fake concern, while he takes a pillow and hides as he begins to sob out a bunch of “sorry’s.”

He shook his head, as you began to gather his cum on his lower stomach and began cooing out his name. He pulled away the pillow that concealed his face and he witnessed a sight that he could come once again; you lowered yourself and began licking the remanence of his essence. He just gasped as his face twisted in pleasure, muttering out, “oh, goddess…”

You stared into his eyes as you got up on your knees and began positioning yourself. You were already bare, and Sanji tried his best to not touch but he didn’t want you to endure any punishment, regardless you continued to do things that could be deemed as a punishment as he had not had any time to register and gather himself from his post orgasm.

“Wait, wait, please, (y/n)—Oh, Fuck!”

He whimpered out over the overstimulation as you felt him stretching you while his cock was engulfed by your tight wall. You moaned out followed by a dark chuckle meanwhile Sanji was an absolute mess underneath you.

You enjoyed the sight of your pup being a wreck, he was overstimulated and he could feel himself coming at any point and he began to pant.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!”

He began repeating himself like a mantra along with your name and ‘goddess’ while you just cooed and caressed his face with the back of your hand while he proceeded to hush him.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay, I’m here, your goddess's here…”

He opened his teary eyes as he just looked at you. You had a halo around you, an absolute beauty on top of him, your walls squeezed perfectly around his sensitive organ while his chest raised and lowered following his frantic breath, but the way you guided him and softly spoke to him as you slowly began to bounce on him while he moans in absolute pleasure at the way you moved on top of him.

He felt himself getting closer while you threw your head back as you picked up the pace…

All he had in his head was with his face filled with awe…

“Wow… she is indeed a goddess…”

characters are owned by oda. i will not tolerate nor accept translation, reposts on other websites, or plagiarism. divider made by mmadeinheavenn.

#sanji x reader #sanji smut #one piece headcanons #blackleg sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #blackleg sanji x you #one piece x reader #one piece smut #sanji fic #sage's sanji

[sordidmusings]

WIP Snips!

This is a scheduled post I'm setting to weeks ahead as a threat to myself to get something more substantial done. If this makes it to post then I have failed in that 🤡 (Checking in on it now with only a week and a half until it posts and no closer to that goal of something actually fully finished with no dice so whoops 🥴). Or I’m MIA who knows at this point but we can hope lol

Some of these will be more substantial than others - sometimes it means I have more done but largely it means that I think the piece has something more worth showing. There's tons that aren't on here which just goes to shows my abismal lack of control on the AuDHD in general but especially right now 💀 Ranges from actual sections to summaries. Listing these all out really shows how I'm little more than a smut peddlar 🤡🥴 There is some SFW on the docket so there's that lol

Hopefully you enjoy a little finger food buffet - we've got Buggy, Croc, Doffy, Law (some also ft Shachi and Penguin), Corazon, Shanks, Mihawk, Nami, and the series pulls in Beckman, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Koby. There's canon and some AU.

Organized by character except the themed series, which is at the end. Like I said, there's many in the works that aren't on here but this shit is big enough lol

Eat up ٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡

Buggy

The Hat Stays ON NSFW

Snippet:

“I told you, you need to relax”

“How am I supposed to relax when- ahh fuck, baby, pleaaaaase don’t stop.”

“When what, Bugs?” you goad. You watch with glee as his eyes flutter shut at your teasing grip on the head of his cock sliding over him in small swirls. He sinks a little lower into his seat and spreads his legs just that much wider.

“When they’re gonna kill meeee,” he whines, half for fear and half for pleasure. His gloved hands paw deeply into your thighs in search of comfort.

“They wouldn’t dare,” you grumble and loom over Buggy even more possessively. 

Sensing you closer, he cracks his eyes open below his furrowed brows to take you in. The protective violence that mixes into your expression to fully bind to your hunger makes him feel split in two. One piece of him is flung towards warmth and safety, knowing you really would try clawing and shredding your way through the other two for him. The other half of him shrinks to a shivering speck under the threat in your eyes looking down on him and giving him a taste of what it would feel like to be your prey. He shivers at the safely anxious and dangerously addictive feeling, cock jumping hard in your grip.

Your scowl turns into a smirk as you quickly pick up on his train of thought. Oh your sweet, beloved clown needs time being weak and possessed? You’ll happily oblige.

Your free hand moves from the large pool of red fabric at his waist to trail teasing touches up his torso, rewarding you with a show of his muscles jumping under your fingertips. When you get to his collarbone, you jerk your hand up to firmly grip his jaw. Buggy gasps, staring at you with wide eyes, fully showing off the way his pupils were overtaking that beautiful sea green of his. “You’re mine,” you growl to him an inch from his face, forehead touching the front of his hat, staring fiercely into his eyes. You can feel his pulse pound harder against your index finger. “And I protect what is mine.”

Scare Actor AU NSFW

Original notes in somewhat coherent paragraph form then a bulleted play by play (ish) of the first part where he's more in the headspace of his scare actor role. This one'll really give an idea of how my notes for things process lol

Original notes:

Buggy is a scare actor at a  circus themed haunted house/corn maze for the Halloween season - he wouldn’t tell you that sometimes the other employees would come back here to smoke for their breaks. He was absolutely positive that this was worth losing the seasonal gig. He was also pretty sure his friends would watch instead of stopping anything. They were freaks after all and not just the sideshow kind. He’s ashamed to admit that the idea of Shanks walking in on him for once had his cock twitching. 

     (Slow up because you keep hearing rustling) You slowed you me hips down so that he could hope to respond. He actually whined at you. A few sharp pats to his cheek got his eyes opened and watching you. The hazy look in them had you clenching and him leaning his head back again with warbling moan. “Hey, no, look at me!” His head lolled back forward and you were greeted with a very grumpy expression. “You’re sure that no one comes this way?”

     He was sure that he’s never been more turned on in his life. The way his heart skittered each time he’d test the waters with you and you allow it was beyond addicting. He doesn’t know what he’d do if he never felt that again.

     Buggy hastily jerked off his jacket before noticing his opportunity. When he was sure you were looking, he flapped it dramatically and gently laid it out like a server preparing a fine table. He finished his little gag with a flourish of his arm and a deep bow. He was rewarded with your giggles. “Such a gentleman. Did they offer hospitality courses in clown school?” “Only as extra curricular.” Something about him getting down between your legs or smth “You must be an overachiever” “Just very eager to learn” (him referencing earlier mention of not having a lot of experience)

   Struggling cuz like it would also be hot for him to be actually scary and threatening. Maybe there’s two interactions, the first one being actually in the horror house and in that one he’s feral and still in his character but the second one is where they sneak away to the corn field and he’s much more in his own personality. First one is him ‘forcing’ the reader to blow him (mostly about her doing things for him?) while in the field they have longer penetrative sex.

     You try to ask for his name for the second time but he says he hates his legal name (hinted family issues??) and everyone just calls him Buggy now.

Part 1:

Reader finds joy in scary places instead of fear, they are exhilarated by the haunted house that is terrifying everyone else

Buggy is a murder clown actor there and you caught his eye, half attraction to you physically and half attraction to your responses to the house (he feels curiosity and also comradery for it and finds your fear giggles and laughter addictive)

He makes sure to tail you around the whole property even though he was supposed to be sticking to his own section

He does want to see what you’d look like actually scared - just for a moment like creeped out then jump scare not like actually scared for your safety

He makes sure you start seeing him out of the corner of your eye and know that he’s following you around

He corrales you into a back area (with help from Shanks - bless up to the wingman) that was closed for the night

Once you’re there is when he shows himself more again - you saw him well and a lot in his actual area but then only in tiny glimpses after

At first he won’t respond to you to be intimidating, but eventually he does talk

Through the interaction you notice he is following the no touch rule religiously - even moving back when you lean into him - so you bring it up

He slightly breaks character or moreso breaks the 4th wall - mentions that he’s playing a role (and that he thinks you’re enjoying it as much as him) and there are rules that he needs to follow

Important check in!!! - when rules are mentioned he says that its for safety and that all the scares are only fun when they are supported by safety - it emphasizes that he wants to push and tease you but you are not in any actual danger

He somehow manages to keep the on edge and aggressive mood going through tone and body language and pacing around and toying with you despite the actual words he’s saying being quite kind

You ask if you play a role too if that means he can touch you (say directly that you want to touch him and he almost goes for it before the complete check in)

He asks what role you want to play

You say, “cornered victim who tried to escape”

He responds, “Oh darling, but that’s what you are” and the game is on

Starts by grabbing you in easily escapable ways or lightens his grip immediately when you pull against it to ease you both into it and to really make sure that you are also furthering the scene

You get to your knees and palm at his thighs and that’s when he starts getting fully into his role again

Somewhere in the blow job when he’s getting pretty close you decide you want to feel chased and cornered again so you pull back, kiss his tip, give him a wink, then bolt off

He screams after you and immediately begins chasing you

*Find a way to have reader knowingly stay in back areas but don’t really want to run out to the woods - want to stay in run down building environment

It doesn’t take him too long to get close but you manage to hide (hiding pretty quick could be how you stay out of public area and away from other employees - maybe mention earlier that Shanks also wingmanned by clearing employees out of that area too or that the closed off area is bigger than I originally imagined)

Have short scene of him moving around the room and taunting you with all the things he’s going to do with you once he finds you

When he does get you he picks you up (easily) and carries you to a nearby table

While he’s placing you down, you manage to slip away again but this time he catches you after only a few steps

“Guess I’ll have to fuck you into the floor like the little bitch you are”

Similar to prone bone, has you very arched and mostly clothed still (hot and also helps keep your skin from being rubbed into the concrete floor)

Definitely have the whole thing be real feral but also have very small moments that show he’s making sure you don’t actually get hurt - stuff like putting his hand between your head and the floor, changing positions of limbs around if he notices the discomfort in them growing, nuzzling/pressing into places he’s hurt/marked (kissing over them would be too nice)

Of course the fact that he’s making sure your pleasure is as prioritized as is reveals the underlying equality to the dynamic

He pulls out when your getting close and plays it like its a punishment but it’s actually because he was about to cum in you

You whine at him about it so he makes fun of you for enjoying being caught and begging for your attacker

You beg him to use you and he folds easily so you end up sucking him off to finish him

He switches to heavily praising

He shoves you down and eats you out until you cum

After talk!!! - roles completely fall off and you both act really relaxed about the situation - you’re more in charge with leading things afterwards tho

Buggy asks if you want help, you respond that you wouldn’t mind if he got your pants back up over your ass but you think you gotta lay for awhile

You pat the spot next to you for him to lay down, he stares at it for a moment (the floor do be kinda dirty) before he decides “fuck it” and lays down

You roll your eyes at the fact that he laid on his back and even his arm isn't brushing yours so you roll onto your side and snuggle onto him, he seems unsure of what to do

“You’re gonna lay here and cuddle me until I’m ready to move. You have no say in the matter.”

After you say that he melts into it and pulls you closer and to lay more comfortably

Cheek on top of headdddd

Y’all talk awhile

Wanna address The Nose, cuz he can’t be born with that nose in our world - definitely some is part of the costume but maybe he has a crooked nose he hates from it getting broken a few times in scraps when he was a young teen

TLC Massage pt 3

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You reveled in the feeling of rough stubble changing to soft skin as you slowly rubbed your cheek across his, from jaw to nose. When your cheek met the side of his nose, Buggy flinched again. The hand on his opposite cheek held him steady, enough pressure to comfort but not enough to control. You followed the path of your cheek with the tip of your nose until it met his. Keeping the contact, you brought your lips forward to press next to the corner of his lips. The soft skin against your lips twitched and you heard a shaky exhale. When you tilted your mouth back away, Buggy chased it by tilting his jaw towards you.

Buggy was thinking so many things that none of them fully registered. Gods, he wanted to kiss you. It was a wish unfolding right in front of him, one that felt so surreal it left him stuck between reactions. There was delicious, bubbling anticipation shooting through his veins, but anxiety was hot on its heels. In his mind your kiss was perfect - had you imagined the same? How could he ever measure up to a fantasy? Did you even think of kissing him before or was this some flippant fancy to enjoy affection for affection’s sake?

You turn to hover over his lips, making your noses brush again. This time, Buggy pushed harder into your opposite palm.

“No?” you asked in a whisper. He felt the word form against his lips, just barely a touch. Instead of answering, he took a deep breath, so you pulled back just far enough to look in his eyes. A thousand shades of blue and green flickered through them with thoughts and feelings just as numerous. You patiently held steady and pet his opposite cheek. Finally, he answered, “I don’t know.”

You gave him a nod and a reassuring smile, letting him release some of the tension cording his muscles. Moving steadily so that he had plenty of time to turn back, you placed a lingering kiss to his cheek before settling yourself back on his chest.

Buggy couldn’t gain the courage to put his hands back on you. He felt beyond ridiculous; you must think he’s some pitiful loser for being scared of a kiss. Well it wasn’t the kiss - it was the inevitable rejection that he remembered was coming every time you touched his nose. Feeling like he should hide away from you, Buggy kept his arms spread on the bed and his head turned away.

Sir Crocodile

Bonding Exercises (Request) NSFW

Summary:

You and Sir Croc have worked together for a long time, feeling even longer due to the way you wrestle each other for control in your partnership. You would've dropped your work with him a long time ago if it weren't for the fact that together you produce exceptional results and you can't pretend that he doesn't have the skills to back up his confidence and pigheadedness determination. You hate to admit to yourself that you also stick around for the respect and attraction that has grown right alongside your frustration. You know that the attraction is at least mutual - Croc started out subtle but now he does little to hide his wandering eyes and the way his hand yearns for you. The touches stay all in the realm of cordial and platonic, but there's a weight to his palm on you and a lingering that both of you allow to slip well past polite timing. Your frustration with each other seems to grow right alongside everything else though and work is getting harder and harder due to your shortened temper guarding fragile feelings and Croc responding in kind.

With all this in mind, you grab the hand that's found more and more of a home on your skin to capture Croc's burning gaze and proposition him: why not indulge in your attraction and get the passion out that way? You'll both have clearer heads and he'll get a chance to prove that his aura isn't compensating for something. He falls for the bait quick, barely giving you enough time to enforce your golden rule: kissing above the neck is only for someone who loves you.

Snippet:

Even with your foggy mind, the blazing trail he's trying to sneak over the corner of your jaw is obvious. It seems that he's having just as much trouble keeping his sanity through the sweet onslaught of the slick glide of his cock working you open. The hand you had pawing at his solid shoulder snaps to fist in his hair. He cuts off his deep groan with a curse, not wanting to let you know how the feel of you tugging at his hair makes his eyes roll back. The jerk interrupting his steady thrusts and the eager jump of his cock pressing into your plush walls was more than enough to clue you in. You use your grip to guide his ear to your lips.

"What did I tell you?" you reprimand, voice honey and venom in one. Your tone and the humid little puffs of breath caressing his ear pull a full body shiver from Croc. You tighten your legs around his waist to wring out more closeness, relishing the muscles in his sides fighting against the meat of your thighs. "You have to love me first."

A shaky breath escapes Sir Croc, as his temple brushes your cheek. Then, as if lightning struck through him, his muscles tense and he dives deeper into you with a punishing thrust. Though faster and more forceful, he clearly knows what he's doing; these aren't the sloppy motions of a fresh dom clinging to control. These are smooth and precise in their unrelenting thrust and grind to touch every piece of you and remind you of all the strength laying in wait to be used. The threat of it and the covetous way he plunges into you has your muscles going pliant in his hold. The heavy shove of his thick tip across your electric nerves to punctuate each thrust has you hiccuping to chase your breath.

"And how will you know? Words are cheap," Croc taunts against your own ear between the increasing pant of his breath. His smooth, deep rumble turns to a forceful growl with his next words. "How many have lied to claim the prize of your lips?"

Give Them an Inch ft. Mihawk NSFW

Summary:

You wake up mildly confused between Croc n Hawk. You'd spent the night talking and drinking with them and hoping that the two shrewd men would notice your little hints that you desperately wanted either of them to finally claim you. The most you got was occupying the same bed, but it seems that that may be because there was a preference for you to be sleep-fogged instead of buzzed.

Snippet:

Croc is waking up more with each motion of yours and you realize he’s truly amongst the living when he noses his way up your neck and blows gentle cold air across your ear. Your shiver and goosebumps earn a quiet, rumbling chuckle from him. The way you can feel it shudder his chest against your back has pleasure tingling through you.

“Good morning, little lamb,” he whispers, lips brushing the skin of your neck before placing a light kiss right behind your ear.

Now that really throws you off guard. The only way his lips have touched you before was in his usual greeting: a soft hold on your hand and a bow to kiss your knuckles. Never has he treated you to anything so intimate. He continues to do so, now trailing his lips to brush down your neck and across your shoulder. He retraces that path with firmer and firmer presses of his warm lips against your skin. The whole time his fingers continue to pet into the flesh just below the crease of your thigh. It all leaves you so confused; surely he would’ve done this last night if he had wanted to? When you were trying to subtly clue either of them into your want?

“Sir Croc?” you breathe out, “what-”

“Shhh, little lamb,” he croons before his tone turns teasing. “Wouldn’t want to wake up the hawk now would we?”

Your eyes snap up to the beautiful image of Mihawk’s peaceful face, looking perfectly carved in the soft morning light where it rests upon his pillow. Your awareness goes back to his large palm under your cheek and the gentle weight of his hand in yours. You shift again and notice your legs had been faintly brushing his with each motion. How had he not awoken?

“Lift your waist, sweet thing,” Croc urges.

You listen right away, too thrown off by the whole situation to question much else. You press your side away from the mattress and feel the chilled metal of Croc’s hook begin to slide under you, earning yet another shiver from you. It continues on its way, lifting you up even higher as the large, rounded base bass passes below you. All the fidgeting and movement has Mihawk shuffle slightly, spiking your heart rate at the idea of him staring you down in the embrace of Sir Croc. It only holds steady for a moment before Croc uses the base of his hook and his hold by your hip to drag you until you’re pressing flush into him, making your heart thump even faster and harder at the feel of his intimidating hardness coming to nestle against you.

“Croc, what are you-?”

“Hush,” he orders, tone more commanding even though it remained quiet. “Just want to touch you for a while, is that so bad?”

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“How many times do I have to warn you, little lamb?” Croc says, voice fond and teasing. “Hush.”

He stops his tugging when the cloth makes it halfway down your thighs; he doesn’t need it any further to get what he wants anyway. He nestles back against you, making you both let out shaky moans at the feeling of finally being skin to skin. When he grinds on you this time, you cherish every new detail you can feel, loving how his velvety skin contrasts with the solid cock it covers and how his cock was dripping enough to make his head feel like a sloppy mess against your skin. He’s stuck thinking of the heat of you seeping into his body and taking him over, how much your pussy, exposed to him by an obscene arch of your spine, is painting the underside of his cock with each grind.

“There you are,” he breathes reverently, “so fucking warm and wet.” 

You whimper in response to the words, pussy fluttering in want of something to clamp down on. Forgetting that you shouldn’t disturb the man lying next to you, your right hand leaves Mihawk’s to fist the front of his loose shirt. You don’t aim well and your fingers instead search against bare skin and anchor to his golden cross instead. You peek at him again from under your pleasure-scrunched brow. He lets out a breath much closer to a sigh and you feel the air curl gently over your face, a strong contrast to Croc’s forceful grinds. However, there are still no signs of Mihawk waking up. You keep looking even after you’re sure; staring at this gorgeous man lying next to you while being touched has your skin buzzing and head fuzzy. 

How would he react if those golden eyes opened and saw you like this? Would they turn dark with desire, pupils blowing large enough to swallow you whole? Would his face flush a pretty pink from seeing you fall apart in front of him? What pretty sounds would he make to echo your own? Would he reach to touch you, unable to hold himself back?

“I wonder how warm you are inside, little lamb,” Croc whispers after a teasing nip on your earlobe.

Hybrid AU NSFW

Summary:

You specialize in helping exotic hybrids with traumatic pasts. Your biggest challenge has just been plopped on your lap in the form of a crocodile hybrid who reigned as champion in the fighting rings for years, yet being at the top didn't afford him any more humanity from his owners; shown in the fact that he has no name beyond "Croc". His cordial and sophisticated nature (likely taken from the mob family who owned him since he was a child) nearly lulls you into forgetting the ferocity and cruelty ingrained in him. It was branded into him from the outside by owners, strangers, and competitors, but his ability to harness it and explode it back outwards was what kept him alive for all these years. Will he learn to do the same with the patience, understanding, and kindness you feed him or will his smiles only ever be to show off sharp teeth?

Doffy

I Love You So, I'll Eat You Whole (Request) NSFW

Snippet:

“I told you, tesoro, I want you,” he responds, voice starting to tighten with his rising frustration and muscles coiling with his need to pounce and drag you out to get your angry farce over with already.

“What do you even mean? You already had me!” You scream at him, flinging closer in your wrath. “You had me and you didn’t give a shit; you sent me to die!”

Your fury and your closeness only made him smile wider and ease his posture. “No I didn’t. See-” even with those flamboyant glaces obscuring them you can feel the self-satisfaction oozing from his eyes roving over you, “you’re alive!” He actually has the gall to laugh at his comment. 

“Fuck you and fuck this,” you snarl out through gnashed teeth. As you whirl around, away from him, you yell with all the accusation, hurt, and contempt your shredding vocal cords could muster, “I gave you everything!”

“No,” he finally snaps back, all the dark cheer and playfulness sloughs off of him to reveal the pure wrath and greed beneath. “No you didn’t, tesoro”

This time you can’t escape his iron grip, and your own hatred flares at the realization that he was still toying with you earlier because he was simply letting you go. Nothing you’ve done has intimidated him, he still doesn’t take you seriously - this man you loved beyond the point of obsession has always and will always toy with you.

“Fuck you,” you spit again, too angry to think anything else. He drags you close so you see every detail of his responding sneer. You kick and claw at anything you can but he doesn’t budge an inch and neither does that awful look on his face. “The fuck does that even mean?! I loved you! I faced death for you! I have nothing else to give.” Pieces of defeat that you hate even more than the man trapping you creep into your voice in the end.

“You’re giving it to me now, tesoro,” Doffy coos mockingly, leaning to brush his cheek against your temple. You would’ve killed for this affection before, but now your skin itches under the weight of the condescending touch. Trying to cringe away from him doesn’t work so you lash out with a blind bite. It catches his cheek and the corner of his lip, just barely drawing blood before the pop of opening flesh has you spit him back out in revulsion. “Ahh that’s perfect, tesoro.”

“Fuck you,” you sob your mantra, part hate, part confusion, and a tiny piece of defeat. “I can’t give you any more”

“You can and you will!” He yells, throwing you on his obnoxiously large desk and slamming his hands beside your head in threat. The impact shakes the expensive hardwood and your body, reminding you yet again of the force of nature that entranced you in the first place. 

“I don’t hav-”

“Yes you do,” he screamed, snatching your face in one large hand and forcing you to see the raw fury and festering need twisting his expression. You’ve seen many outbursts from this man but never have you seen such ravenous rage consuming him. “You do. You gave me your love and your skills and your time and your devotion, but that’s not everything I want more.”

His large body feels hot as glowing coals as he lowers it over you, further trapping you between him and the unrelentingly cold and hard wood of his desk.

“I want your hate,” he growls, trailing his nose across your hairline in what you’re sure is a pantomime of real affection. “I want your fight and fury and violence.” His voice has softened but lost none of its fierceness, rushing out of him in a hiss instead of a roar. “I want you to kick and scream and claw at me, show me you loathe me almost as much as you worship me.”

Your confusion starts to wane and you begin to do exactly as he asks - writhing under him in search for an opening, pulling violently at his hair, clawing at his skin and clothes, turning to bite at the hand that has lifted to pet your cheek.

“When I have all of that I will have all of you.”

Law

A Warm Touch pt. 2 (undecided on NSFW)

TW for suicide, self harm, depression, messy discussions of mental health - but it will have a build in understanding and connection and a hopeful direction. Heavy heavy hurt/comfort on both sides. May have deleted pt 1 from tumblr but it should still be on Ao3

Summary:

Your attempt fails due to Law realizing how still you got and then the convulsions let him figure out what was happening. He jumped right into acting as the doctor he is, emptying your stomach and stabilizing you. He's glued to your side through your continued sleep, finally feeling the emotions come now that you're out of danger. He's filled with a disorienting cyclone of rage, guilt, fear, and grief. That storm is the second thing you notice when the world blurs back into being. The first thing you noticed is the shaky, clammy, too-tight grip on your hand.

In the wake of your desperate act, everything that's been left unsaid must be bled out for each other to see and the new hurt in both of you must be tended.

Snippet:

"How could you?" Law whispers. The broken crack and warble wounding his usually smooth and deep voice dragged the dense pit in your chest deeper than you thought possible. It took with it all the words of comfort and apology you wanted to pour over him. You've held him together when he's crumbled before, but you were never the cause of his distress. There was pungent anger and hurt seeping from his every action. Seeing the consequences of your decision had you falter and wish your running had worked to spare you both - you would be spared facing his pain and Law would be spared your failure to make anything better.

"You were going to leave me," he whimpers. "You're not allowed to leave."

He curls forward under the weight of his next sob, bent head hovering over his clasped hands white-knuckling your own. You feel his stuttering gasps and the steady drip of hot tears on your tingling hands. His distress shoots panic through you great enough to overcome the fear of making it worse and the deeply rooted feeling that you're not worthy enough to touch him. A quiet sniffle of your own interrupting your otherwise silent tears is all Law hears before he feels the feather light tough of your cheek brushing the crown of his head. The way you slowly pillow that cheek into him is hesitant and jittery as frightened deer, but it's all he needed to surge forward and crush the two of you together in a desperate hug.

"How fucking could you?" He asks again, broken but insistent, shoving his face into your chest instinctually chasing your beating heart. All you can do is whimper back and try to cling back such that you'd never be able to part.

Lonely in Company (will include NSFW)

Might change the title to Degausser cuz that song fits the vibe too well and I can see Law listening to it lol that mf looks like a man who indulges in that type of emo music - very Midwestern Emo adjacent but they’ve got the the tri-state bitterness lol

Bullet notes for the first build, leaving the notes on the outcome and growing relationship and then more angst a secret rn lol:

No stranger to these types of feelings himself, though yours manifested without some of the bitterness directed at the world or individuals, it was all directed inward

Noticed it long before he acted on it, was waiting for you to seek him first (figured if you wanted his help you’d come get it, didn’t want to prod or force)

You were avoiding bringing it up to Law or showing him because you felt your woes were insignificant compared to his and that it would almost be insulting to come to him

He also isn’t the warmest of people either, so even though it would mean the most to receive comfort from him, you also expected it the least

He eventually realizes that he’s going to have to come to you first once your symptoms are far beyond his comfort zone

Being direct, he has a talk with you that ends up making you feel like more of a burden due to your headspace more than his intention, telling you things like he’s noticed your work has been faltering and you’ve been disappearing more and more and asks if there’s something you need done - switch of position, leave the crew, etc.

You apologize (he tries to wave it off but you don’t take that to heart) and downplay how you’ve been feeling and that you’ll take care of it

He’s worried but doesn’t press

He starts to be around you more often and in closer proximity than usual (not like being next to you but he never chooses to be across the room anymore and is within distance to engage with you or your activity if need be)

This hovering is coming from a place of worry but you think it’s worry that you’re slacking or going to mess up and not his actual worry for your well being

You finally open up some when he changes to asking you what you’re thinking instead of how you’re feeling. You take a moment to stare into his eyes and he hates how empty yours look. You ask, “do you ever feel lonely?” “...every day.” You switch back to watching nothing in the air in front of you. The pause is long enough for him to think you’re done with the conversation before you look back to him. “Would it… would it be okay if I was around, Captain?” “It would be nice.”

You start to spend your free time with him, each doing separate things but sharing space together. It doesn’t help much with your loneliness but it is a good stopper for your mind getting worse because you’re not in an empty space - you can see and hear him when your thoughts start spiraling instead of them amplifying the “fact” that no one wants you around.

One night you end up falling asleep in his office. He let you rest there until he was done, not wanting to lose your presence.

He wakes you with a hand on your knee and the other gently shaking your shoulder. He whispered your name so softly that it broke your heart with the yearning to hear that all the time and have it mean something

Similarly, Law was of seeing you sleep soundly as a normal occurrence, and being able to touch more of you, craving the affection more than sex (tho that is something he also wants)

Both of you are Touch Starved and move apart more slowly than was normal and both of you thought about it constantly until the next touch

Because of this, personal space starts to be shared (standing with arms brushing, leaning over shoulders, sitting with thighs touching) but using hands seems to be where you two falter

This goes on for awhile before Law decides to advance things, wanting to help your shared loneliness

Making it be about physical needs over emotional ones is easier for him to admit so he goes that route

You’re about to leave his office to head to bed but he stops you by telling you to wait a moment

You turn around to wait for whatever he has to say, watching him get up from his spot to go over to you. You are shocked however when he keeps walking right into your bubble and stalks forward while you back up until he has you trapped against the door

He was looking into your eyes the whole way and you have to look up when he stops so you can keep eye contact while he looms over you

He watches you intently, trailing two fingertips along your jaw from one ear down to your chin, when he passes that he turns his hand over to brush the back of it against the opposite cheek. The caress ends with your chin propped on his index finger, his thumb teasing your bottom lip back and forth. Both of you are caught in a trance the whole time, breathing soft and shallow for fear of breaking the moment.

“Are you still lonely?” “I… yes, Captain” “Me too” He swoops down to replace his thumb with his lips

The kiss is slow and savoring, but also tentative and shallow. He’s holding your shoulders and you’re standing stiff, again both of you afraid the other will bolt at any moment

He separates but is only able to let himself get far enough to breathe, your lips still tickling each other and being warmed by each other’s breaths. Both of you still have your eyes closed, fearing that opening them will wake you from this dream. You feel his lips when he asks, “Still?” You push through your nerves and the feeling that you’ll fuck this up somehow to reach for him. He shivers when he feels your fingers through his shirt as you take a fistful of it. You give it a nervous tug and say, “Yes.” He’s back on you, forceful and needy, pulling you into him like you’ll disappear

You begin sleeping with each other to feel less alone. It’s needy and passionate and over time it becomes more and more vulnerable. It’s not all you do (you keep up the quiet time), nor is he kicking you out once the deeds done but there’s an unspoken rule not to talk about What It Means

First Heat ft Shachi and Penguin (ABO) NSFW

Originally was gonna be Law's section of the ABO series but I couldn't resist adding Shachi and Penguin so it's probably best if it's its own thing.

Summary:

A supply run being pushed back has left you with no other choice but to have your first heat on the Polar Tang. You've been hiding your status for safety in the pirate life more than for fear of being kicked from the crew. Your life has left you with a healthy fear of alphas finding your status however so only three of the betas know - Shachi, Penguin, and Ikkaku. In order to avoid facing the reality of the situation, you've been putting off prepping for your heat, so when it begins to set in early from the stress Shachi and Penguin scramble to help hide and provide for you.

Law forces them to show him where they've been hiding you. Law quickly falls into being as out of his mind as you are when he enters the room you've holed up in. Shachi and Penguin enter too to try and encourage him out but Law will not be removed from you. They're stuck there with the both of you as you try to adjust to sharing your heat and the rut it's pulling from Law, creating a mess of dominance and desire between the four of you.

Malicious Compliance NSFW

Notes/Plans:

Law - “I want this place clean enough I could eat off the floor” Reader does an immaculate job and leaves him his favorite food but left on the middle of the floor, maybe with a note that says “I even made time to whip you up something”

Tells you to stop tying your jumpsuit around your hips (it distracts him), you move to your waist first then when thats not enough you fully cover and make sure to ask permission each time you need to take off your jumpsuit, including each time you’re going to change for bed, phrasing it as “permission to disrobe” to see him fluster

You’re one of the ones on supply run in town - law is focusing on specifically restocking the medical supplies so you ask if he wants you to grab him anything and he’s dismissive in waving you off, saying “don’t bother”. You give everyone in the crew a little something except him (he realizes that he did say he didn’t want anything but it still hurts). When he returns to his room that night he finds a bag hanging from his door with a thoughtful fandom gift and a note “doesn’t count - it wasn’t a bother”

He tells you not to spend so much time with Luffy’s crew on this next meetup lest they influence you so you spend the whole time with Luffy (“what you said his crew-“) and Law feels jealous at the more boisterous side of you Luffy can easily pull out that he just doesn’t have the right personality for and it’s only rubbed in by you happily picking up Luffy’s nickname for him. It feels like a taunt every time you use it. After a few days of you using it (you love the excuse to be more openly warm and teasing with him) he snaps at you that it’s not his name. You go through a few more iterations of not quite his name, landing on Cap as a disrespectful version of his title, before he snaps

“I’m gonna fuck you until the only thing you can say is my name”

“Now you know just a fraction of how insane you make me feel”

“You could tell how fucked I am for you couldn’t you? Thought it would be funny to play with me and my feelings?” “No-” “Then why? You poke and you prod and you tease as if I’m not already incapable of thinking of anything but you. You could just look at me and you’re the only thing that exists.”

“You think you’re so clever huh? Let’s fuck that smart mouth stupid”

Shanks

Drunken Courage NSFW

Snippet:

Drinking with Shanks and the crew is nothing new to you. While you are more of an explorer than a pirate, you have tagged along with them on many adventures. At first it was simply because your aims aligned and your skills mutually benefited each other. That driving force, along with a lot of fortunate coincidence, carried your relationship along for quite a while, until you found yourself keeping tabs on him and adjusting your path so it wouldn’t stray too far from his. You’re pretty sure you’ve done it gradually enough for it to not be noticed (though Beckmann seems to be onto you - nothing gets by that man), or at least it’s escaped Shanks’ notice because he’s yet to poke fun at it.

No, instead he’s playing his usual game of pretending three shots is deep enough into his drinking to get affected. If the tales from crew mates of his legendary tolerance weren’t enough to expose him, then his mediocre acting skills would be. You’d have to rat that out to your other favorite drinking buddy. He didn’t particularly like hearing about your red-headed pal, but a bitch-fest did get him giggling enough to turn as red as his nose.

Despite the fact that you and the entire crew knew of Shanks’ game, you all still go on letting him play it. What’s the harm? And all of you were curious as to where he’d go with it. You had some idea; you’d have to be legendarily dense to not notice that it was an excuse to share your personal space, but the further “why” escaped you. Why did he want your touch? He could be a fan of physical affection who didn’t feel comfortable coming right out with it to you. That in itself was strange. You knew he had no trouble engaging women with sweet talk and caresses to tempt them for more, so why were you different? Was he unsure because he wanted the touches to stay platonic or did he truly find you intimidating? You found that idea positively ridiculous - Shanks could bring a legion down with his willpower alone. 

One thing you were certain of was that he wanted your touch; he’d sprinkle himself on the others around but he’d glaze himself onto you, leaning and laying and resting and holding but just barely playing with the line of romantic touches. That circled you right back to the question of where he wanted it to go. 

You had nurtured too much affection for this man and his many layers to halt your relationship at ‘bedmates’. Months into your relationship you would have happily skipped into bed with him, back when you only saw him as a silly man with too much power for anyone who breezed so flippantly through life. The year after that had you watching that veneer become transparent and show more serious aims and opinions from him. It made you pick over how much of it was genuine and worry about why he would want you to be so disarmed by his outward nature. You settled on it being a purposeful choice on what part of himself to highlight and not a false identity to hide behind.

Once you were decided on that, it was over for you. You loved a man who could bring a calm joy to your life and Shanks had the added benefit of knowing exactly when you needed him to get serious. The few times your vulnerability had broken through, he had treated you with care and respect. The way he made you feel safe and cared for in those times melted you and had you irrevocably hooked. It made it easy to see why his crew followed him with such devotion, and you’re positive you’d do the same if he’d just ask it of you.

He wasn’t very great at asking these things of you though, if his drunken farce was anything to go by. 

He was sat with you on a small bench he had brought out to share while he had helped set up earlier. Using his talent to notice details, he set a thick woven blanket on the bench as a cushion, set a softer and thinner one within reach (on the opposite side of the fire so that it could be properly used as a barrier to the heat without already being warmed itself), and placed a small table on your side so you wouldn’t have to put yours on the floor if you tired of holding it. All were little gestures that had your heart skipping giddily since 

Beckman was the one who pointed for you to watch Shanks at work from your position on the top deck. You were unaware that Beckman was meant to be distracting you from his task - orders from Shanks himself. Beckman figured a little insubordination would be fine if it would finally get the fucking ball rolling. In an attempt to make sure it stayed rolling instead of crashing and burning, Beckman decided to offer a little advice.

“Don’t make too big a deal of it, he’ll scurry away.” There was a dry humor to his words but enough seriousness to you to know he meant it.

“As if I could scare that man,” you huffed. “Besides the drink and fire will draw him back if he does scuttle off.”

“You don’t scare him, but I’ll be damned if feelings don’t,” Beckman explained. “And before you argue with me - look.”

He jutted his chin back in Shanks’ direction just in time for you to see the careful way he was fussing with the blanket on your side. He would massage and nudge it slightly before testing it out and repeating. He got through that maybe four times before his face lit up with pride, showing that eye-crinkling, cheek-splitting, shiny-toothed smile that made you weak. There was a short moment before he joined the swirling crew to help with the rest where his face became achingly tender with affection while taking in the spot you would sit.

“Well maybe it’s more of a commitment fear. There are times even I can’t figure out the ridiculous parts of his brain,” Beckman sighed.

“That’s a shame ‘cause I had a ring picked out and everything,” you facetiously mourned. “Even started thinking of dress silhouettes. You think mermaid or a-line would fit him better?”

“Go ball gown; he’ll be insufferable if he gets to show off his figure,” Beckman warns seriously.

“He’s fun when he’s insufferable,” you giggled lovingly.

Beckman looked over to see your expression matching the one just seen on his captain and barely reigned in the urge to drag you to him and knock your heads together. He was very practiced in his restraint; this was the eighteenth time today alone that he had to exercise it. The crew all got their practice with it, but most found Shanks’ show too amusing to want to expedite the experience.

Lifetimes of Summer

Shanks is very tied to this song in my brain for some reason. I have lots of personal ties from a few happy memories in childhood to the imagery in the song too, so I feel I have to do something with it. This thing, as with many of these, has been marinating forever 💀🤡

Snippet:

I died happy in my sleep

He never thought he would make it this far. Given his lifestyle, he thought it would end early and abruptly, explosively and violently. Even when he held the power to make legions kneel at a look, death sat watching him in his periphery and he had long since accepted its inevitability. He wasn’t wrong about the certainty of its due payment, but he was very wrong about its patience. Death waited long for him, letting him build decades of life around adventure, adrenaline, leisure, and love. They wore into his body not like waves on crags but as hands on leather, getting softer and more perfectly fitted with each caress.

My children around and you looking down

As his body lay still, the decades came to him in hands. Hands large and strong, delicate and manicured, warm and cold and soft and cracked and loving - always loving. Hands grasped him and stretched before departure, wanting to hold on forever. A hand kept from him in a thick glove laid on his cheek, before disappearing and returning to share its calluses and wrinkles. Many more came to brush and pass over him, record him against their skin and speak feelings his ears could no longer hear. He marveled especially at the many hands smaller than his, most of which could have hid under his palm and one that could only manage to hold his finger. He yearned to know how the years would shape them, but easily let his last desire go when he remembered the hands he didn’t feel.

Now the time stands still

His eyes finally work again and the light is blinding. He squints against it, hoping other things will come in to fill the vast white. His other senses fill in before his eyes adjust - creaking wood and washing water reach his ears, familiar sea salt is in his nose and on his tongue, beaming heat is softened by a loving breeze on his skin. Large bright blurs dim and sharpen and the only one that registers anymore is the one that takes your form. His heart pounds harder with each detail that comes into clear focus, his favorite being your face, looking exactly as it did after first saying “I love you”. He’s forgotten to breathe - he needs to do that again? - and his legs waver under him, knees weak at seeing you again.

He gets you for nights and days, seasons come and gone, and each of time’s cycles, but all lacking the symptom of age.

And there they are, your hands, warm and gentle on his own. He stares into your wet eyes and shaking smile while he reacquaints to your skin. His grip settles around your wrists, searching for one last mark of certain life. A steady beat plays against his trembling fingertips and you both finally weep out your joy.

Young, Dumb, and Full of- NSFW

Summary:

Shanks’ 20s were treating him quite kindly. Despite only being halfway through them, he’s filled out his crew, traipsed most of the Grand Line and four seas, and made quite the name for himself. He’s sure that, if given another decade on the seas, he could secure his spot as a yonko.

His determination and travails haven’t kept him from wandering or indulging his whims. What kind of pirate would he be if he forgot the lessons Roger taught him and fell only into diligent avarice? He made sure that he and his loved ones indulged in life heartily as they sought their prizes and purpose. After all, a happy future won’t come at the cost of never enjoying the present.

And enjoy he did, finding adventure, treasure, acclaim, challenge, and a fix for every appetite. Though recently one appetite was left wanting. Not for a lack of trying, but Shanks bed felt empty. No body warming it not his skin felt quite right. Sure, he had fun and got a quick fix, but each one left him feeling slightly more hollow. The turn to this confused him, as he hasn’t come across this problem in his years of enjoying others. He’d be lying if he said there weren’t two who stood out above the rest in sating him. It was why that was the case that confounded him.

Luckily, he has Beckman there to help steer him towards his answer. They both shared a wide appetite for women, yet with such different approaches and results. There always seemed to be a true affection warming between Beckman and his partners that the sparking lust of Shanks' exploits didn't match. How he managed to kindle such embers, Shanks had no clue. Maybe some direction will help him finally sink his teeth into a real meal, the kind that left you warm and sleepy. And maybe if he's really lucky then he can get the platter that's had his mouth watering for awhile now; you.

Corazon

Little Something (undecided on NSFW)

Summary:

He's pretty sure that your heart belongs to another but he'll take any of your attention he can get. Besides, he started this purely aiming for your friendship and he cherishes it so deeply.

Mihawk

A Light in Dark Places (will include NSFW)

Summary:

Reader is an organ and piano technician restoring all the instruments in Kuraigana Castle. The largest project is the heavily damaged organ that used to be the crown jewel of the concert hall. Proximity love, as slow burn as I can manage, depressed reader, so much yearning, sharing a bed/semi-one bed trope, love is found in helping each other connect to living. Snippet of first chapter below.

Snippet:

“Little Mouse.”

A hollow metallic thunk rang loudly through the empty concert hall, announcing the warlord like a ceremonial gong.

“Son of a cunt! God fucking-” a flurry of expletives helped fill the grande room, tapering off in time with the pure tone of the struck pipe. 

Mihawk watched with masked amusement as you crawled out from the entrance to the innards of Kuraigana’s pipe organ. He did have some pity for the undoubtedly throbbing spot you held on the crown of your head; he wasn’t heartless. His shielded empathy was far from the list of traits he wanted his name to evoke, however. Along with that fact, that empathy did nothing to taint the entertainment he found from the size of your entryway; it was much more suited for five year olds than a fully grown adult. It made it wondrously impossible for anyone to enter and exit with anything other than ungainly fumbling at best. You were still on hands and knees when you first addressed your employer.

“Hello, Lord Dracule,” you huffed, mostly from exasperation at yourself for how well this interaction had started. You gave him a tired nod of your head, before turning and placing the nearby wood panel back to seal and disguise the entryway. You cursed the designer on each entry and exit; was the seam of a door so bad that they had to resort to this?

“I thought you’d heard my steps when I came in,” Mihawk stated with one minutely raised brow. He and his expression looked all the more imperious casting a shadow from so far above you.

You answered first with a good-natured laugh at your own expense. Brushing off the knees of your pleated trousers, you stood to feel at least a little more ready to address the lord of the castle. Re-rolling the cuffs of your long-rumpled button-up gave you a place to put your nervous energy while you made to straighten your spine and square your shoulders. 

“You know how I can get when I’m at work, my lord,” you spoke through an apologetic smile. You took a moment to rub your aching eyes before meeting his gaze again. “Nothing short of an invasion would’ve caught my attention.”

“Or a nickname apparently,” He drawled, feeling teasing but sounding condescending. He didn’t like the responding flinch in your smile. It was minuscule, but it was still there. His brow changed to furrow when he saw the light sway to your posture.

Nami

Enjoying the Enabling NSFW

Summary:

Ever since you've set eyes on Nami all you've wanted to do is spoil her rotten. Nothing beats the shine in her eyes when you hand her something or do something for her and she just looks so cute with that cheeky smile when she shows off her new treasures. The thank you kisses don't hurt either, though you dream of the day they wander from their spot on your cheek. All that daydreaming is having you miss how Nami likes her things best when she can share them with you, so she decides to see if you'll recognize your own love language better.

Cross Guild

Why's HE the Favorite? NSFW

Overview/outline:

Mihawk and Croc forcing Buggy to fuck you in front of them thinking it would be humiliating to him, but he gets off on it and it’s not humiliating at all because he knows very well how to please you. They get wrapped up in watching - Mihawk petting your hair and holding your hands, Croc making you suck on his fingers and playing with your ability to breathe, Croc using his hook to drag your thighs wider, Mihawk sucking dark marks into your neck. After your highs and how much the others enjoyed watching you, Buggy is flying high on rare confidence and offers to the others if they’d like to have a try making you feel that good.

Mihawk goes first, steady and meticulous, focused on keeping you present and feeling him everywhere, building a climax slowly. He's ardent in a way that's completely foreign to you, even the simplest caress brimming with underlying energy and passion. He has you completely surrounded, hands brushing and massaging every inch of skin they can reach, lips and tongue you both in slowly sharing taste and leaving loving trails over your face, eyes always coming back to soak in your every reaction and trap you to him. When your climax finally crests, it grips you from head to toe and you cling to him and call his name, but your hands and eyes still seek Buggy.

Croc goes next and works at getting you close over and over again only to laugh at your whining when he keeps you from cumming. The stretch also has you maddened and plays just right with your cervix, feeling beautifully overwhelming so you need Buggy to keep you comforted through it. Croc commands Buggy to choke you and when he finally lets you cum he tells Buggy to let go, you’re absolutely thrashing and crying for this one and near painfully gripping down on Croc. You beg him to cum - you want to feel full and focus on that instead of the overwhelming pleasure, you snuggling into his hand and begging him with teary eyes fucks him up and he cums. Buggy sends a hand to rub gently at your clit and that throws you over a final time. Mihawk is touching you gently the whole time and praising you. Croc is holding you possessively, unwilling to let go. You’re babbling “thank you”s swapping between grabbing at each of them, but it’s Buggy who you pull in to kiss and nuzzle.

The other two seek your affection - their true purpose for this encounter coming to light. Croc leaving kisses from your ankle up your calf and caressing your hips, gently rubbing the sore joints, Mihawk is entwining your free hand with his, pressing it lovingly to his face before kissing your fingertips and palm and wrist, you give little shows of appreciation to them, but your dopey smile and lovesick eyes always go back to your dear clown.

Sweet-Scented Secrets (Truth Potion Series)

A magical vendor you (sort of) trust sells you a perfume meant to make someone confess. Inspired by this vid where a dude is testing a perfume then just starts opening up about some out of pocket shit 💀 Character list is very fluid right now - will include the usual favs and fold in any that spark my interest or in the case anyone else is interested. Below is a good chunk from the intro/set-up.

Snippet:

You would’ve had to have been blind or willfully, stubbornly ignorant to see that woman and think anything other than “witch”. Feathers and beads were tied in her dark hair, swaying in time with her vertebrae earrings on each turn of her head to watch passersby. You kept your eyes to them as you approached her, feeling unsettled and intrigued by the strange decorations. Shortly after you began heading towards her, her face snapped to you and she zeroed in, making you feel like a rabbit stalled before a fox. When she stood from her seat and sashayed over to greet you in front of her stall, you realized she was barefoot, sporting wood and leather anklets instead of shoes. The music they beat with each of her steps and the open smile that warmed her face eased you just a bit.

“Hello, sweet thing,” she greeted, the cheery tone of her voice ringing out the pet name. “I can help you find just what you need. The coven and I have built a stock to aid any situation, including yours.”

As she leaned forward in a semblance of a bow, you noticed her large necklace of braided bramble (Thorns still on? you noticed incredulously) hung low, holding dried roses in front of her cleavage. The languid way it followed her matched the nature of the scant drapings of deep red and dirty beige fabric, which hung on her in the vague shape of a summer dress. She held out her suntanned arms, palms up to ask for your hands. Having her this close nearly made you step back; something unnatural lived in the air around her and her tawny eyes saw right through doors and walls and words and skin. Feeling hesitant, you continued to meet her gaze and only offered a mumbled greeting.

“Come now, let me have your hands,” she encouraged gently. “They’ll tell me what you need.”

“How are they supposed to do that?” you asked curtly. “And I usually like knowing someone’s name before hand-holding.”

“Call me Pythia,” she chimed immediately, still holding her bent posture and asking hands. “I don’t have the time to explain the hands. I promise I won’t keep them though.” She giggled at her own… joke? You were hoping that was a joke. You eyed the peeks of death behind her (articulated bugs here, bones there, jarred creatures, hides, blood-) that made all the pretty wares around them seem tainted.

Watching her laugh was the first time you noticed the knack her loving smile had for curling into something more impish, cluing you in that she knew something you didn’t. Despite this making her feel even more dangerous to interact with, you put your hands in hers.

“Thank you, lovely,” Pythia said, voice heavy with a gratefulness that didn’t seem to fit the moment to you. While she cradled your hands, you cautiously took in the many carved rings and bangles of stone, leather, metal, and bone that decorated her own.

That caution had rooted itself to you and was very stubbornly sticking to your feelings about her wares. Besides the perfume, you had purchased an herbal pouch to hang over your bed, meant to aid with ease and depth of sleep. The first night you noticed your mind was much calmer than its usual anxious whirring before bed. The second night you listened to the first of her instructions and took ten deep breaths through your nose against the sigil-embroidered pouch. Your sleep came mere minutes after taking in the floral and earthy scent. It had you decide to try out the full instructions, adding on asking the herbs for good rest, placing a gentle kiss to the sigil, and sealing it with a long press of your forehead to the marking. You slept like the dead.

The success had you brainstorming on how to make it back to her in a few months, as she had warned you that the effects will fade with use. It has only been three weeks since your first full ritual with the pouch and you can already feel it start to wane just a bit. You mourned this morning when the sun through your window had actually managed to rouse you from sleep. When you were grumpily blinking at the bright light, you had noticed the perfume bottle still sitting untouched next to the beaming light.

If the pouch worked then shouldn’t this?

ABO Series NSFW

You've been hiding your omega status but circumstance outs you to them. Sometimes it's your heat, sometimes their rut, but it always ends in you being overwhelmed with the need for each other.

Group 1

Buggy

Full heat

The small town that is the base for Buggy's Delivery is finally settled

You're long overdue for a heat, knowing you've been pushing your body by keeping so hard at the suppressants for so long

The heat would be hell, but it would be way worse if you kept this going until your body forced it on you anyway

You take finally staying in an established place, especially one that allows you far more privacy than a ship, as a sign that it's time to bite the bullet

Thinking Buggy was still too busy with running things (and largely waving other people off to take care of it for him), you just pulled back your presence and hunkered down to ride this out instead of trying to come up with a full excuse

Buggy was very much not too busy to notice your presence lacking in his days, and he noted it with increasing worry and frustration

Did he upset you? Were you disappointed in this whole business? Was he disappointing you?

That last thought scared him too deeply so it was quickly covered with 'how dare you just run off and ignore him like your time together meant nothing?!'

He storms to your corner of the hideout, primed and ready to scream you an earful. He pounds at your door to no response until knowing you're on the other side acting like he doesn't exist enrages him enough to kick the door in

He inhales to yell but deflates completely when he's hit with a wall of sweet and musky heat that somehow also smells deliciously like you and he almost can't believe it until he sets eyes on you and is struck with how you've put every single one of his fanatsies to shame with how you look

Croc

Pre-heat

You knew Croc kept a good eye on you but you underestimated him

You didn't underestimate his acumen, no you underestimated just how closely he watched you, missing that his eyes on you were absolutely obsessive

It does take a long while (longer than he'd like to admit) but he does find out why your status struck him as odd. Your act was good but he could in fact sniff out that it was an act

The moment he finds out that the act is hiding your omega status for fear of your safety (proof found when he finds out about your suppressants) he's setting a trap for you

He intercepts your suppressants and replaces them with sugar pills, enjoying his game as he watches you try to keep up your farce while your hormones trickle back in

He didn't think it possible but each compounding show of your born status has him needing you just that much more

That should've been his sign that this ploy could have him lose himself too, but he was too consumed with thinking of you to consider it

He thinks he has you right where he wants you when you begin to go into pre-heat, but when he's in front of you, he's the first one to become fully helpless to their instincts

Mihawk

Full rut

Trying to deal with his rut alone as he often does but he's in agony

He thinks of calling past rut partners but the thought of touching any of them is making his skin crawl

Slowly his instincts eat away at his higher decision making and he's leaving his rut room before he's even thought of getting up

He's propelled by his need, feet guiding him towards a promised relief that only takes the blurry shape of kind hands and intelligent eyes

A familiar scent manages to make him both relieved and starved at the same time

His eyes finally focus and see your face, frozen in shock and concern

With each step towards you, your scent begins to sweeten and musk and the panic in your face heightens but all he can think is of his need to touch, taste, feel, and own every inch of you

Shanks

Pre-rut

It's hitting him different than it usually does, heightening his aggression more than his lust

The lust is still there under the current but the way he can't detach it from you only has his temper quicken

He doesn't feel right propositioning you as you've become part of the crew and he also worries about hurting a beta with an aggressive rut

Your instincts however have been telling you to soothe and care for him despite his increasingly prickly demeanor and you keep searching for whats wrong until he finally snaps at you

With his uncharacteristically frayed patience in the wake of his body's turmoil, some of his conquerors haki slips into his command for you to just stop

It has you drop to your knees and in your hazy consciousness you begin to feel your body warm, propelled by the stress and a command from the alpha you've been yearning for

The moment he smells the heat on you he snatches you away for himself

Beckman

Pre-heat

You’ve been on suppressants too long so they begin failing

You’d been hovering around him as of late, a lil more touchy than you’d ever been

You’ve taken to wearing scent covering perfume

While it’s nice, he’s yearning for your scent again

You take a sudden 180 and he doesn’t see you for a day and a half

When he sees you again, you’ve hidden yourself in his sheets, curled around some shirts you’ve pulled from his laundry

You’ve got obvious patches on, cluing him in to the situation as if your obvious nesting and flush weren’t enough

You’re in your right mind just enough to convince him you do want this

One thing that helped convince him was the hovering behavior

Beckman is heavily interested and trying to hold himself back despite your scent not being out to influence him yet

That changes when you rip one of the patches off of your neck (“smell how much I need you”) and he’s immediately on you

Group 2

Luffy

Full Heat

You were separated on an island and ran out of suppressants

he finds you holed up in heat and it triggers his first real rut since he first presented

Luffy as an alpha never really reacted to omegas

Chopper knows you’re an omega and tries to only let those who wouldn’t be affected by your heat search for you and he wrongly includes Luffy in that group

Zoro

Pre-heat

he got you both trapped with a wrong turn in some ruins

normally you’d be making the decisions instead of him but your pre-heat is setting in

the increasing close proximity is just making it worse, enough that your scent starts to leak through your blocking underwear with the slick

Sanji

Pre-rut

Pre-rut brain has him snoop through your stuff

He wants your scent to get off and comfort him through his rut

He ends up finding patches and scent blocking underwear

Ace

Full Rut

he’s in the rut room on the ship and you’r sent in to check on him because he’s doing really awful

as the closest “beta” to him, you’re the smart choice except you’re fully an omega, who already struggles with their instincts around him

you figure an omega might help his rut calm down and Ace might keep your secret (especially if you offer the leverage of becoming his rut partner?)

Sabo

Pre-Rut

he’s gotten obsessive in his pre-rut, sticking to you like glue

He convinces you for some physical touch for comfort and finds your patches on your body

in his desperation he can’t keep from ripping them off and burying himself in your scent, nor can he stop his hips from rutting into you the whole process

He goes to mouthing at your glands immediately and begging to mate you

Koby

Pre-Heat

finds you because he’s checking in on your “rut”

you’ve been posing as an alpha, you find the role easy to play most of the time as you’ve become used to overcompensating for your status and you hoped it would help ease you up the ranks

He’s just one step above you in rank (something Helmeppo won’t let you forget) so he’s your captain both directly and in marine rank and feels the need to make sure you’re okay

when he goes to check in and you violently fly to the door to close it he gets worried but the broken voice you use to tell him to leave is what makes him do otherwise - he’s never heard you sound so pathetic and it had his instincts kick up in a need to protect you

he barges in despite your protests and the smell hits him like a ton a bricks, the sweet alpha gets aggressive with you for the first time (‘why won’t you just fucking let me take care of you for once”)

Group 3

Doffy

Full Heat

He's had you locked away for awhile, keeping you from your suppressants (unknowingly), when he checks on you again you’re already in heat

Cora

Pre-Rut

seeks you out because you’re his favorite and his brain is telling him you’re who he needs for his rut, he’s already pretty far gone but when it triggers your omega scent he’s gone

Law

Full heat

Thought you were leaving the crew for the Straw Hats (you were holing up with them for a heat)

Thinks you don't trust him because you've refused most medical attention from him yet you're fine with Chopper

The problem was that you're reactive to him and his recent rut had you burn through your supply of suppressants

Kid

Full Rut

You’re the ship doc and need to check on his rut because its going bAD and despite taking precautions and doing fine with all the other ruts it throws you right into a heat the moment he’s on you

Killer

Pre-Heat

you got real injured in a reckless fight the crew got in, docs been keeping your secret but Killer finds out when he’s checking on you

Group 4

Aiming to contain Katakuri, Lucci, Garp, Roger, and Rayleigh

Thank you if you've made it this far cuz damn lol

If you like any of these snips enough to read them again I’d suggest saving them, lest my propensity to delete my posts make them disappear. Honestly if you like any of my fics enough for another read I’d suggest saving them what with the long struggled debate of nuking my presence becoming a more and more tempting idea - to let like a percent of the Edge out, a bitch is disgraced with her own existence and proof of my failing at it sucks to see 💀 thus ~delete~ inclination lol sorry for the Hot Topic Moment, I hope you managed to enjoy!

#buggy x reader #mihawk x reader #shanks x reader #one piece x reader #wips #sir crocodile x reader #law x reader #doflamingo x reader #x reader #reader insert #my writing #writers block

[blacklegsanjiii]

LSL Week Day 5: Scars

Sanji couldn’t sleep. That wasn’t unusual, it was often that the cook of the Strawhat Pirates could not sleep. Whether it be from nightmares or his own self pity, undeserved self pity mind you, he was absolutely the failure Judge made him out to be. He had so many failures he could sit there for days and name them. The biggest was asleep next to him as he sat up in their shared bed. A big red ‘X’ on Luffy’s chest proved his failure to the captain.

The day Ace died.

Sanji had a litany of scars as well, the biggest was a surgical scar on his back, from when he kicked Luffy and Nami out of the way of an avalanche on Drum Island. A necessary kick because them living was more important than him dying. Most of his scars on his legs and feet being his weapons, it made sense that's where they would congregate. The ones from Germa, from when he was a child, all faded by the time Baratie had opened. The scars on his hands nearly indiscernible from his normal skin, cooking lessons and mishaps from his first years cooking.

Sanji sighed and wrapped an arm around Luffy, sleeping soundly and snoring as Sanji buried himself into the man's side. Sanji doubts he'll be able to sleep. Which isn't unusual for him. Sanji traces the scar with his eyes over and over again. He doesn't need to, not really, it's been burned in his head since they reunited on Sabaody. He shifts his focus to the scar underneath Luffy's eye. He knows the story behind it, the disappointment. Sanji had baulked the first time he heard it but then remembered how utterly lonely and pirate obsessed Luffy had been as a child.

Sanji supposes he's also lucky given his childhood. The ring around his neck gone, the ‘X’ on Luffy will fade, he will grow more to encompass all his grief in only a small section of him. Just as Sanji had done with his mother. Then again, Sanji thought, the deepest scars were never the physical ones. They were the ones left deep in memories, for Sanji it was family, even his mother, for what had happened.

But Sora would have loved Luffy. Sanji is positive of that.

“You're supposed to be sleeping.” Luffy whines in a whisper.

“Sorry, got caught up in my own head.” Sanji whispers back his apology.

“What about this time?” Luffy asks as he looks at the tired man.

“About how my mom would have loved you.” Sanji answers as he keeps his eyes on his captain's chest.

“Well she loved you, so I love her too..” Luffy answered. “Try to sleep, breakfast later.” Luffy grumbled as he pulled the cook closer.

“Yes, Captain.”

#black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #vinsmoke sanji #straw hat luffy #sanlu #lusan #lusanlu week #lusanlu week 2024 #sanji x luffy #luffy x sanji #its not midnight yet!!

[synoname-wordsmith]

Ice cold lips and burning touch: opla Sanji x gn!reader

A/n: I was definitely projecting with this one

Warning: making out, talking about sex, drowning, scars, body image issues, panic attack... let me know if I missed any

it was a milder than normal day as you and Luffy wasted time on the deck. it had been a while since the ship had docked, and you both were feeling a little stir crazy. you tried to occupy yourself, but the card game you started was quickly abandoned for classic Luffy antics and lighthearted competitions.

"i bet," Luffy shouted from the crow stand above, "i can jump from here to the Jolly Rodger, swing around and land right beside the tangerine trees"

"You are crazy!" you responded with a laugh "get down before i have to put you in a full body cast" Luffy just shook his head and you watched as he backed up until his back met with the edge of the look-out. He then took off running despite your protests. you watched as he leaped over the railing and stretched his arms towards the flag pole. He grasped on, but as he swung around, you heard a sickening snap, and your blood ran cold. the pole broke off, and Luffy was launched overboard.

you screamed his name and ran to the back of the boat. your body moved before you could think, and you launched yourself in after him.

the water engulfed you in a moment, and the icy temperature was a shock to your system. you focused and swam to the surface sucking in a quick breath while scanning the surface of the water. seeing only the straw hat bobbing with the waves you moved as fast as you could manage. your lungs already burned, and every muscle in your body screamed in protest as you grabbed the hat and dived back below. it was pitch black, you couldn't see anything around you. you focused your energy on both your hands, moved them into a prayer position, and, as you pulled them apart, watched as light beamed out of your left palm. using it like a lantern, you looked around for any sign of Luffy. you spotted him below and dived farther from the surface.

you reached Luffy, wrapped your arms around his waist, and kicked your legs hard against the water, making the journey back up. your legs felt like fire as you broke the surface again and fought to keep both you and Luffy above the water. you focused your energy again, begging that you weren't too tired to conjure a little more magic. you shifted Luffy to your left side and began moving your now free right hand in a circular motion. the water around you began to spin in time with your movements, and after a moment, you pulled your hand up and towards the ship. The water moved as if obeying your command, and you felt yourself being lifted into the air and then launched forward. you and Luffy flew up and towards the boat, both landing hard against the wooden deck. the momentum caused you to let go of him as you rolled along the floor and stopped once you collided with a barrel.

you slowly tried to move from your back to your hands and knees. you gasped for the air that was knocked out of you, willing your vision to stop spinning. you made your way to your feet and clumsily stumbled to where Luffy was still lying on the ground. falling to your knees again, you felt strong arms wrap around you and support you, Sanji, you assumed.

"move" you croaked out to Nami, who was attempting CPR on your captain. she did and you leaned in closer to him. placing your hand on his chest, you closed your eyes and tried to sense the water in his lungs. once found you repeated the motion from before and watched as water was pulled from Luffy's parted lips. He began to sputter and cough as you felt your entire body relax. after catching his breath, Luffy sat up and launched himself towards you.

"That was amazing! you are the best sorcerer on the sea!" his arms wrapped around your shoulders and held you in a crushing hug. you laughed, letting the relief rush through your body.

"i doubt that kid, but i'm glad i was competent enough not to let you die"

"More than competent!" he declared with a smile as he made his way to his feet. you mimicked his action and stood up also.

once on your feet, you acknowledged Sanji, feeling an arm snake around you again. you leaned into his side as he kissed the top of your head.

"Are you feeling okay, love?" You mumbled a response, burrowing your body deeper into his side. you turned to look at your captain again, and this time, Usopp spoke.

"Luffy your lips are turning blue, both of you actually, you guys look icicles" you hadn't realized how cold you were until that moment but once aware of it, you couldn't ignore the chill in your body. Sanji looked down at you again, wrapping his other arm around you.

"You need a hot bath love, come i'll get it started." You felt panic crawl up your throat as you responded too quickly.

"No!" You adjusted your tone and pulled away. "No, I'm capable of doing it, plus Luffy probably worked up an appetite, you should assist him," you laughed nervously. Sanji gave you a look but didn't have time to respond because Luffy was on him in a second demanding a feast fit for a king. you were grateful the focus had shifted and turned to walk towards the bathroom. you didn't make it far when everything started spinning, and you felt yourself stumble off balance. Sanji again grabbed you and pulled you into him.

"You pushed yourself too hard dear, let me help you." panic started surfacing again, but before you could conjure a valid excuse, Nami interjected.

"i'll help her, Sanji, dont worry. go make Luffy something so he shuts up." Sanji looked apprehensive, but let Nami take you by the waist and help you towards the bath. himself being pulled towards the kitchen by a shouting Luffy.

*****

the door of the bathroom closed, and Nami set you down on a chair. you felt your body sink into it as you closed your eyes again. you would never admit how much energy it really took to focus and control the magic that flowed through you, especially if the energy source was your own chakras. usually, you could sustain it longer from pulling energy from sources around you, the more organic the more effective, but you managed what you could in this instance.

you inhaled the scent of herbs and oils as steam fogged the room.

"Ready when you are," Nami spoke, and you opened your eyes. you got up and undressed, subconsciously moving your gaze away from the mirror in the corner. you slipped under the hot water and audibly sighed.

"Do you want help with your hair, or can you manage?" You assured her you could, but instead of leaving, she sat in the seat you just occupied. "i have a feeling Sanji would have my head if i didn't stay and make sure you don't drown." You laughed and started working shampoo through your knotted hair. moving quickly to the conditioner when Nami spoke again.

"Speaking of Sanji, why isn't he in here with you instead of me?" You froze for a moment, then sighed, moving your hands from your hair to wrap around your knees, now pulled into your chest.

"He hasn't seen me naked yet." You looked down at your hands in the water. Nami cocked an eyebrow.

"So you haven't told him about the scars... at all?" You didn't answer. "i thought you were getting past hating them." You looked up and turned to her.

"it's not that i hate them, its just if he sees them, hes gonna want to talk about them and i don't want to relive the memories, all the horrible things i did" Nami sighed this time and came to kneel beside you.

"i know you know this, and i know i've said it before, but nothing you did was in your control. and the scars dont take away from your beauty. and i strongly believe Sanji will hold the same opinion." You half smiled, knowing she was probably right. Sanji adored you, and your relationship was stronger than a few reminders of haunting memories. "Also, how has he not seen you naked? don't you guys go at it like rabbits?" You genuinely laughed at that.

"Up until now, it's just been rendezvous in storage closets and empty rooms. we haven't had proper in a bed sex yet. felt too intimate for friends with benefits. " Nami hummed a response, and the conversation shifted to lighter topics as you finished up in the bath.

***

you had resolved yourself to talk with Sanji, but ultimately lost your nerve and found yourself in your room after supper, occupying your time with a book. the sun had set beyond the horizon when there was a knock at your door.

"Come in." The door opened, and Sanji entered.

"How are you feeling, love?"

"better, the hot bath and food helped." Sanji moved to sit against the backboard of your bed.

"Good," he gestured to him. you obliged and sat beside him, leaning into his side. "You gave us all quite the scare today." You took his hand and intertwined your fingers.

"By us, do you mean you?" you asked with a smirk, kissing his shoulder.

"Maybe," he kissed the top of your head, then connected his lips to yours. the kiss was soft and sweet, and you turned your body towards him. he deepened the kiss and became hungrier as his arms grabbed under your ass and pulled you onto his lap. now, straddling him, you kissed from his lips to his jaw and down his neck. licking and sucking your way down the exposed skin of his partially unbuttoned shirt. you moved back up, and he grabbed your face with both his hands when your lips met again. moving your hands to his hair, you allowed his tongue access when he ran it along your bottom lip. as your tongues fought for dominance, Sanji moved his hands down to your hips, slipping his hands under your robe to squeeze at the skin. he made a move to untie the robe, and you froze without thinking your hand shot down to stop his movements.

"baby its okay." he kissed you again and tried to move his hand to the knot again. You again stopped him. he pulled away from you. "Hey, is everything okay?" he moved his hands to your shoulders. you looked away, embarrassed, but he guided your face back to his with a hand. "we only have to go as far as you are comfortable hun'." he stroked your cheekbone with his thumb. you closed your eyes and tried to swallow your embarrassment.

"im sorry" you whispered, turning to kiss his hand.

"Nothing to apologize for. i'm just trying to understand." You leaned forward and burrowed your face in the nape of his neck. he smelled like sage and cigarettes. "Are you self-conscious? i noticed your reaction back on the deck. Are you afraid i will judge you?" You shook your head and dug your face deeper in, as if if you could dig deep enough you could hide from the embarrassment. he wrapped his arms around you. "Then what, dear?"

"i dont really want to talk about it"

"Love, we gotta talk about it." You didn't respond. he sighed and started rubbing a hand up and down your back "you are the most amazing, beautiful, kind person i know and nothing you are about to say will change that, love" something in you snapped in that moment, his kind words felt false. a compliment you couldn't accept, not with the history you had. you scoffed and untangled yourself from him, getting off the bed and standing in the middle of the room. "i dont understand how you dont see it too. Everyone on this crew adores you"

you felt a hot anger bubble in you, anger at how genuine he was, at how you couldn't accept the sweet words and anger that you felt this way at all. that you couldn't be logical and get past the disdain for the scars. the constant reminder of your past.

"You want to know!" You snapped, your voice harsh and cold. you untied the robe and let it fall to the floor now standing in just your underwear. for the first time, you had revealed yourself to Sanji, all of you, including the scars littered across your skin. from your ankles to your collarbones, your body was covered with scars, some deeper and larger than others. the most concentrated across your back. "You see this? you see how ugly this is?" Your voice rose as you gestured to yourself."Every single one of these scars i got by threatening, stealing from, and killing innocent people. i've ruined lives, Sanji, i've destroyed families. " You stopped shouting, and a deep grief washed over you. tightening your throat and flooding your eyes with tears. "when i look in the mirror, all i see is them, their terrified faces" you turned to the mirror in the corner to emphasize your point and the tears almost immediately began to fall down your face.

you could see Sanji's reflection, he didnt say anything, and he didn't move a muscle. the expression on his face was hard to read through your tears, but you assumed it was disgust. you couldn't think of anything else it could be. you began to cry harder until sobs racked your body, and your face fell into your hands. that's when Sanji finally moved.

he got up quickly and moved in front of you, wrapping his arms around your shaking figure. you knees buckled, and Sanji gently guided you to the floor. he pulled you into his lap and held you in a strong grip and let you sob into his shirt. he held you while your shallow, panicked breathing slowed, and you became quiet. you held your face against Sanji's shoulder and made no effort to move for what felt like an eternity. if you looked up, you would have to face reality, face whatever disgust Sanji held for you.

he guided your face up with his fingers, and you adverted your eyes. Sanji adjusted himself to sit behind you. you both faced the mirror now, you sitting in front of Sanji, who had his legs on either side of yours and rested his hands on your shoulders.

"Look at me, love." Your eyes found his face through the reflection, and he was looking right at you. "When i look at you, all i see is a survivor. i see a strong, smart person who did what they had to do to survive." he leaned down and kissed a scar on your left shoulder. "Who was stolen from their home and put in an impossible position." he kissed another scar. "someone who was taken advantage of by bad people and who ultimately fought for their own freedom" kiss. "someone who is beautiful not despite the scars, but because the scars tell your story. and that story is not of a murderer, but of a survivor"

the tears started streaming down your face again, and you tried to cover it with your hands, but Sanji stopped you. He turned you to face him and took your hands in both of his, kissing small scars on your palms, then took your face in his hands, wiping tears as they fell. "i understand why you feel the way you do, and i understand it will take time for you to see yourself the way i do, but i will work everyday for the rest of my life if i have to, to prove to you that you are worthy and beautiful and so deserving of good things" you let out a shaky laugh of disbelief and wrapped your arms around Sanji's neck. you couldn't believe you met someone as wonderful as him in such a cruel world, but as you sat there with his strong arms holding you and him whispering sweet nothings to you, you started believe his words. for the first time, you believed you might be worthy of something more

#imagine #opla #one piece #sanji imagine #sanji x reader #black leg sanji #opla sanji #one piece live action

[bluegalaxygirl]

Blizzard Castle (Zosan X reader) Part 1

Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship, reader is Female (Sorry)

Plot: A vampire has their sights set on reader capturing them and taking them to his castle. It up to Sanji and Zoro to save them.

Warning: Bad language, violence, blood, seduction, Trigger warning reader not in control of their body.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

3 AM, everyone on the Sunny is asleep in their beds except Usopp who's in the crows nest supposed to be keep watch but is in fact fast asleep. A large blanket wrapped around him to protect him from the constant light snow fall and freezing cold winds making his exposed nose turn red. The Straw Hat crew made it to the snowy island very late at night, a blizzard of snow making it hard to see but with Nami's expertise they managed to dock and decided to explore the island in the morning.

The large shared bed was warm and cozy as you lay there asleep, Sanji's arm around you and your back pressed against his warm bare chest his forehead pressed up against your shoulder blade while Zoro slept behind him in a star shape position snoring away. The sound of his snoring was hardly heard over the howling of the wind and a light whistle. The whistle was strange though, it was almost like a tune not something the wind would make. Starting to wake you didn't realize your body started moving on its own grabbing Sanji's arms and lightly pulling it off of you as your legs moves to hang off the side of the bed. You sat up feeling light-headed, the whistling getting louder but it was soothing, calling to you and your body couldn't help but be drawn to it. Pushing the sheet off you your body stood on its own and started walking towards the bedroom door, a sense of calm washed over you even though you knew something was wrong and hoped that this was all just a dream. Your hand reached for the door nob, turning it and opening the bedroom door freezing cold wind hitting you but your body didn't shiver, your bare feet stepped out of the room meeting cold wet wood where snow had fallen but not stuck.

Closing the door behind you your night dress fluttered in the wind leaving your legs and bare feet exposed to the freezing cold winds and the now heavy snow fall. Walking to the railing of the ship you realized threw the thick mist of snow there was a large figure standing on the railing. Their hand reached out, long black nails attached to white skin took your hand and effortlessly pulled you up and into his arms. Now up close you could see his face, he was beautiful, chiseled chin and jawline, white skin almost like snow with pink lips and piercing gold eyes that never once strayed away from your own eyes. He let out a whistle the same one you've been hearing a beautiful sound coming form a beautiful man, another wave of calm washed over you as he leaned down smelled your neck "Eleanor" he whispered into your neck. It wasn't your name but your mind and body didn't seem to care your hand making its way up into the mans short jet black hair. "Sleep my dear" His light voice ordered and your body obeyed, eyes closing and falling into a deep sleep as the man pulled you closer stepping off the ship.

8 AM, Sanji wakes facing an empty part of the bed, his hand runs over the cold sheet before looking at the clock. He shoots up realizing he's slept in and the others are probably waiting for him to make breakfast but his sudden action wake Zoro up who sits up and rubs his eyes. "What?" the swords man asks feeling groggy watching his boyfriend frantically get out of bed trying to take off his night clothes and replace them with his day cloths "It 8, i slept in" Sanji struggles trying to get his pants on "Where's Y/N?" Zoro asks sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching his arms up over his head with a large yawn "I don't know, i thought she would have woken me though" brushing his hair and putting on some cologne Sanji quickly kisses Zoro and the cheek before rushing out their bedroom door. The cold wind hit his face but the snow fall was gone leaving no snow on the deck of the sunny just a little bit of water, he didn't take much note of it though heading to the kitchen seeing Nami and Robin come out of their room looking very tired "Morning Sanji" they both greeted Sanji giving them a big smile while rushing to the kitchen.

Opening the kitchen door he was about to greet his love but you weren't there, your always in the kitchen of a morning at the counter reading the news with a cut of tea or coffee but it was empty and quiet. With Nami and Robin walking in behind him they looked around confused seeing no food ready "Ur... Sanji?" Nami asks snapping Sanji out of his confused state. "Have you two seen Y/N?" Sanji asks walking into his kitchen area and placing a hand on the kettle, it was cold which means you didn't come to the kitchen this morning. "No we just woke up. strange night though, i dont feel rested at all" Robin answers sitting down at the table while Nami does the same yawning. The kitchen door opens the rest of the crew coming, the normally loud Luffy was quiet rubbing his eyes not having enough energy to call out for food. The crew sat down at their spots on the table, Brook and Chopper falling back asleep at the table. Last in was Usopp the blanket still around him and a bright red nose from the cold. "Hay did any of you hear that strange sound last night?" Usopp asks walking to his seat and flopping down into it "Now that you mention it i did. it was whistle right?" Nami answers putting her finger to her lips trying to recall last night "Yea i heard it as well. I wanted to get up and investigate but i couldn't. i thought i was dreaming" Luffy groggily answers his chin slumped on the table his eyes slowly opening and closing.

The pit in Sanji's stomach got bigger remembering last night. He heard it too and felt you get up, but he couldn't move, he couldn't even open his eyes. Zoro looked over the cook seeing the worried look on his face, it hit him at that moment, you weren't here with them and last night during the whistling the bedroom door opened and closed, Did you leave?. "Somethings wrong, Y/N not here" Zoro piped up catching everyone attention snapping Chopper and Brook out of their sleeping state. Robin placed her thumb and index finger under her chin humming in thought "A missing crew mate, a blizzard leaving no snow behind, all the crew sleeping in late, a state of sleep paralysis and strange whistling" stating all the facts out loud make Usopp, Chopper and Brook all yell out in unison "MONSTER" Chopper leaped over the table to cling onto Usopp and Brook. "For god's sake will you three knock it off" Nami yells out scaring the three more while Robin laughed "Maybe the village will know more" Robin suggested everyone nodding. "Ok lets go then" Luffy stood up adjusting his hat with a smile seeming to be more awake now "What about breakfast?" Franky asks finally speaking only to feel two pairs of burning eyes on him. Sanji and Zoro looked at him with anger ready to kill him only for Luffy to let out a laugh "One of my crew is missing, I'll eat while were out looking"

After getting dressed on warm cloths the crew set off splitting up to look around taking small snail phones with them. Nami, Luffy and Franky went into the market mainly, so they could get Luffy something to eat, Robin and Chopper went to the library and doctors office. Zoro and Sanji went to the town hall and farm land at the edge of town while Brook and Us opp stayed with the sunny and asked around the docks. The island was strange, with all the snow fall from last night there wasn't much snow on the ground, there was still a very cold wind blowing but the snowy ground only went up to the sole of their shoes. Old cottages and big greenhouses took up most of the town along with a big church in the middle. Sanji and Zoro made their way into the town hall, the inside being much warmer than outside, a young lady sat at her desk writing away on a piece of paper with letters stacked from the floor to the ceiling. "Hay" Zoro blurted out catching the lady off guard "Zoro, don't scare the lady" Sanji yelled the swords man just rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. "Im sorry for his rudeness, i was hoping we could get your help" the cook bows down taking the lady's hand and kisses it, the action making the young woman blush but not pull away "Oh i-im more than happy to help" she stutters flustered by Sanji's charm "One of our crew, my lovely Y/N went missing last night, and we can't find her. Do you happen to know where she might have gone?" he asks only for the lady to pull her hand out of his her smile fading into a frown "Im sorry i can't help you." she tries hiding her face only for Zoro to slam his hand down on the desk "You know something" the yelling seems to catch someone else attention, a much older man comes out of a back office looking at the two men "Do you mind not making so much noise" His deep voice growled causing the young girl stand up and walk over to him whispering something in his ear.

What she didn't realize was Zoro and Sanji had excellent hearing "Their looking for the girl" At those words Zoro pulls his swords out anger filling his body, they knew where you were but trying to hide it from them. Sanji's eyes blaze glaring at the man in front of them "Don't hurt the lady, Zoro" As much as he hated the girl lying to them he couldn't hurt her instead turning his anger on the man kicking him into the wall. Screams came from the young girl watching her boss get kicked across the room. "Out the way" Zoro's voice order the girl her running into the office and closing the door while the two boys walked over to the slumped man "Where is she?" They both asked in unison, their eyes dark ready to kill if need be. The man looked up shaking "I-I don't know" he tried getting out only for Zoro's sword to stab the wall right next to his face a small cut appearing on his cheek. "Don't lie. where is she?" Zoro asks again Sanji raising his leg up ready to kick the man into the next life "Please... just... He has her ok... he'll leave us alone now.. so please just leave her here" The man blurts out tears streaming down his face. "Who? I'll kill him for touching her" Sanji asks wanting answers, how dare another man touch you and take you away form them.

The door to the office opens slowly the young girl stepping out "Talon, he lives in the castle up in the mountains" Sanji puts his foot down walking over to the now crying girl. He places a hand on her head bending down to meet her face "Thank you" he whispers only for the girl to hug him "You'll kill him right? You'll end it?" she asks making both boys confused "I guess we should explain the situation" the man on the ground slowly gets up leaning against the wall for support once Zoro takes his sword out of the wall and puts it back in its sheath. "He's a vampire, one of the last true vampires, he came here and settled with his human wife, our great great grandparents found out what he was and tried to kill him but failed killing his wife instead. Ever since then he's been torturing us, twice a year we have to present a girl to him, and he takes them never to be seen again but last night was different. He showed up with a girl in his arms one we've never seen before. He promised to leave us alone if we left him alone and made sure no one came after them" Zoro and Sanji stared in disbelief they've seen a few things on their journey but never a vampire "It doesn't matter what he is or what he wants. were getting Y/N back" Zoro states turning to Sanji who nods and pulls away form the girl "Right, lets get our love back"

#zoro x reader #polly relationship #roronoa zoro #sanji x zoro #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #zosan #zosan x reader #one piece zosan #halloween #one piece #zoro x sanji x reader #one piece imagine #zoro roronoa

[king-and-his-consorts]

Controversial Companionship

@lovehungered: Cont.

The shock of the water had lulled the cook into a chilled stupor upon abrupt impact, a sensation that worsened with prolonged exposure, a shiver utterly enrapturing Sanji's form as pruney palms numbly grasp at the makeshift lifeline set before them, waterlogged garments saturated and clinging to him in a manner akin to a secondary layer of skin. It doesn't quite register that the shitty swordsman had dragged him from the depths, the world turbulently swimming about the pair yet primarily comprising of dusky shades of grey reflected upon the sea from the enraged sky - an overbearingly foreboding sense is augmented by billowing clouds, prior determination in the midst of conflict giving way for alarm. ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe blond tries to take in a breath but is confronted by the soured sensation of seawater within the depths of his throat, a less than elegant heave emerging from the man as he promptly doubles over against the buoyant debris, streams of water and bile spat out with a sickened grimace ( quel nouvel enfer est-ce? ). "What do you care—?" The cook manages a strained rasp with the response spat back at the other, yet he can't sufficiently scold Zoro properly as he succumbs to fatigue, the weight poised upon his knees buckling to begrudgingly lean into the other's side, fair lashes fluttering closed in a bid to focus on his breathing. Sanji can hear the worry in Marimo's voice, brow furrowing as fragments of events are stitched together within a mind's eye. ㅤㅤ"We've been drifting, there's no telling where they are." There's a certainty about the response despite recollection being somewhat hazy, a skyward flit of his gaze in search of the position of the sun an attempt to invoke any trace of knowledge from Nami over the years. "We weren't here when this all started..." There's a swivel of the man's head to take in their surroundings, index finger sharply jutting in the opposing direction. "That island was a lot further away when this all started." ( quel bordel ).

"What I care about is not having to lug your soggy corpse back to the Sunny and explain to Luffy how his idiot cook got himself killed."

On simply the principle of the matter, Zoro longs to take offence at the snideness of Sanji's tone. Yet, the anger cannot muster itself within him. Exhaustion weighs down on him worse than his own waterlogged coats. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, worry over seawater flooding his scabbards bites at his frayed nerves. But with Sanji collapsed against him, the safety and wellbeing of his nakama must be his greatest priority.

A strong arm tightens about the other's waist. Zoro shifts to the side. Carefully controlled movements urging Sanji down against their raft's surface so that the other can gain strength from a bit of rest. still, his hand does not leave its place resting on the blond's ribs. There's something calming about feeling the other's breathing through this distraught situation.

A wayward sea breeze wafts around them as the clouds above them shift. The cold of the wind biting Zoro's soaked clothing to sting his skin. A tremor from the chill is beginning. It feels like a gathering weakness in his limb traveling up to his core. His training to withstand the cold would do little to better his situation given the current state of his soaked garments as the sun drew closer to the horizon with each passing minute.

For all their disagreements, Zoro could never truly denounce Sanji's intelligence. Sanji had lived on the ocean his whole life. Knew dangers of life on the sea Zoro could never imagine. Zoro was sure the cook knew they were in a bad spot. "That island may have been a lot further away but it still sure ain't close now. Can you move, Cook?"

#[it's like a get-along shirt but it's an island! #lovehungered #never wake a beast || zoro rps

[pxison]

My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them. 

@chatcambrioleur​ asked: "What were you thinking?" There was a certain maternal tone that normally only came out to play with Luffy and the rest of the crew. Nagging, angry --- laced with a nice dose of terror.

"Yonji told me what happened --- why would you do something like that, Ichiji?" Honor first. Germa first. That was how it always would be, for him. Still, it didn't make her any less upset... that the man she cared about so much --- that the man she loved ---- was so careless with his life. Manicured nails snatched his wrist, tugging him closer.

 "I wouldn't have even gotten to say goodbye..." Nami's bottom lip quivered, a pout on full lips. "Don't you... care...?" Even if he didn't have a sense of his own morality --- she cared. Very much. 

He’d only just gotten out of the infirmary with his chest tightly wrapped in gauze when she found him. Honestly, he hadn’t thought for a moment that she would come see him in this state, let alone any of his siblings informing her of the debacle that had been the last assignment he and Yonji attended to.

“Yonji told you? Then there is little for me to say on this matter. I’m alive, aren’t I?”

He had barely survived his wounds long enough to be lugged back by Yonji to the snail ship. There was a large gap in his memory from when he’d been unconscious but by the next time he’d woken up, it had been on an operating table with stitches put in the incision near his heart.

If he hadn’t gotten in the way in time... Yonji would’ve been in his position or worse. The choice he made sacrificing himself instead would be something even he had a hard time thinking of an excuse for. It was illogical to a supposedly emotionless, perfect soldier such as himself.

“If I hadn’t acted, Germa would’ve lost a great asset in Yonji. And look, we are both here, aren’t we?” A feeble, weak excuse to make it was. And what of her own feelings Nami wore on her sleeve? Those mattered, didn’t they? Of course they did, too much.

The only thing he could do now was hold onto her even as he could not grasp why his life mattered so much to her.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean by that.” He doubted he’d ever grow a sense of worth to his own life if it were ever compared to the goals Germa was to accomplish.

#chatcambrioleur #👑Don't Waste My Time👑Asks #this went a slightly different direction at the end there #but it's true #boy don't have no value for his own life #and Nami's care for his confuses him

[mugiwara-no-toshokan]

Thrice Prophesized

CisFem Reader x Roronoa Zoro

CW: In-Universe levels of violence, amnesia, romance, reader gets some good bad-ass moments, but shouldn't feel Overpowered if I did my job well, surprisingly no smut in this one loves, but it's book 1 of 2.

Still 18+

Chapter 10: Fall

You, Zoro, and Luffy had returned to the Sunny to face the wrath of Nami. When Luffy and Zoro had gotten down on their knees in front of her you had joined them, letting the fiery navigator get her rage out. You couldn’t argue any of her points – you had wandered off, you had caused a ruckus, you hadn’t even needed to do any of it to protect yourself.

Well, no you didn’t agree with that part.

“I had to Nami,” you interrupted, standing up. “Look, I’ll admit if I hadn’t let myself get distracted nothing else would’ve happened, but once I knew I couldn’t just do nothing.”

“We’re not knights, (Y/N).” Nami retorts her arms folded in front of her.

“If I had been a knight back there I wouldn’t have done anything.” You admit. “Knights obey the orders of their lord, and I can stand here and say that the Archduke of Winternight would’ve liberated that town, it’s not my place to speak for him. I tried to follow Luffy, but he’s not exactly one for giving orders.

“So, I decided to be a pirate.” You pointed down the gangplank to the boxes and bags that Zoro and Luffy had helped you carry back. “I left what I wanted at the door of every house I could find, and brought the rest back here.”

“… What did you leave at their doors?” Sanji questions.

“Swords. Food. Their king sits in the ruins of the scaffolding in the middle of the town square, battered but alive. His guards won’t be a threat for days at the least. It takes time for anyone else to get here. If these people rise up quickly, they’ll be fine.”

“They’ve been beat down for a long time.” Sanji murmurs.

“They have. But today they saw defiance. Kingdoms have risen and fallen on less.” You shrug. “You said yourself that you’re not revolutionaries.” You bow before Nami. “I’m sorry I got distracted, Nami.”

Nami rubs her forehead and sighs. “Well, you brought back supplies, and we’re not getting run out of the port, so it’s fine.”

“Supplies? I brought back gold, mostly.” You admit. “Sorry was I supposed to- eh?” You look around to see Nami is nowhere in sight.

Zoro tilted his head toward the gangplank.

Walking over to the ramp, you lean against the railing and grin. “Well, I imagine I’m not in trouble anymore.” You muse as Nami is positively delighted looking through the loot you came back with.

“So, what caused you to do it?” Jinbei asks, coming up to stand beside you.

You look up at him and then hoist yourself up onto the rail to sit. It puts you a little closer to eye level with the taller man. “Most of it was my own rage, if I’m honest.” You admit. “But you told me about this world and its history, and it was like I was seeing all the worst parts all in one place and… and I mean this world is amazing, and it’s beautiful and brilliant, and it’s not my world, but look at this island!” You stretch your arm toward the port to the trees.

“The forest is alight with color; the autumn season is in full swing! The color of the corals shimmer in the water, the mountains in the distance are massive! It’s breathtaking! To run through those trees, to see what sits in the caves and rocks, to know what manner of creature roams the thickets.” You take in a breath and let it out in a sigh. “And then those people. What do you have to do to a port town to strip its color away like that? Was what I read today normal? Was that why no one raged? Had they known days so much worse that they couldn’t even muster tears?”

“In my experience all peoples rise up,” Jinbei says. “It is often just a matter of when or opportunity. But, your choices aside, how do you feel? I could sense your haki from here.”

“Huh? Oh.” You twist and flex and bend and hop down from the rail and jump up and down a few times. “Good, apparently. All that practice really helped out, and practicing in those terrible currents was an effective idea.” You grin up at Jinbei. “Give me a few more weeks and I might ask to spar with you.”

Jinbei’s laugh warms your core. “It would be my honor, miss (Y/N).”

Supplies and treasure were stowed, and it was decided that the boat would be moved over to the other town as planned. It was best to leave the people to their opportunity, and keep from shaking things up worse on accident, and so you all relocated. Aside from fish, you had everything else you really needed, so it was a sound decision.

Once the ship was docked again it was decided who would go with Luffy. You turned down the opportunity, admitting that you had already caused enough problems on the island, but also you weren’t quite solid enough to keep pace with those that were going.

Luffy, Sanji, Brook, and Franky were not going to be easy to keep up with, and if you exhausted your haki you were just going to be a burden. Besides, all you really wanted to do was walk through the forest that was painted by the season. Usopp and Chopper offered to come along with you, and you accepted the company.

“You two are well-versed in plants, but for different reasons.” You muse as the two have stopped yet again to talk about some moss or fungus or herb or flower. You were in no rush, and didn’t mind the stops, but they had already pointed out so much that it was over-crowding your brain.

Knights were educated in Winternight, but a well-educated knight in your world was an under-educated swordsman in this world. Only because most of your education didn’t translate to this world in the slightest. The only thing you found that was the same as you were used to was salt, but then Sanji had given you some “special salt” and you were almost back to square one.

You were just glad the food didn’t make you sick, and that there wasn’t a language barrier to deal with on top of it all.

“Yeah, there’s a decent amount of overlap,” Usopp answers you as he points something out to Chopper. “But I cultivate for tactical support, and Chopper cultivates for medical support.”

“You’re both so dedicated and talented, the crew is lucky to have you.” You lean down as you offer your praise, and get the expected reactions. Usopp awkwardly accepts it, and Chopper insists he isn’t happy to hear it at all. They’re cute. Both unaware of their full worth, but cute.

Something tickles the back of your neck and you stand up and reach out with your haki. You do so as casually as you can, not wanting to worry either of them, but after a moment you realize whose presence you’re feeling.

You tap Usopp and point. “I’m going to head over there. I won’t be too far away – take your time catching up, there’s just something I want to see.”

“Sure, we’ll catch up.” Usopp nods after seeing which way you were pointing. Between his skill at observation haki and Chopper’s sense of smell they would’ve found you no matter what, but it seemed better to let them know instead of just wandering off.

You walk through the forest, enjoying the quiet and the crisp air, making your way to the source of what you were feeling slowly. You didn’t want to disturb him, but you were curious. Aside from lifting weights, Zoro didn’t do much training on the ship. He meditated, probably working on his haki in a way similar to what Jinbei had taught you, but you hadn’t really seen him fight.

The tussle with Smoker and Tashigi hadn’t been a full fight. You wondered if you’d ever get to see him go all out, and at the same time you hopped you never would. His countenance was already so severe and fierce even when he was at rest, that you feared you wouldn’t be able to stand up if he wasn’t holding back at all.

You came to the edge of the clearing and saw him, holding three swords. Your eyes widen a little, you wouldn’t have been surprised to see him dual-wielding, since he carried three swords, but you had always assumed the 3rd was either a ceremonial piece, or a spare blade. Instead, it seemed, he had a style of fighting that utilized all three.

The sword in his mouth should be ridiculous. It should be completely worthless and tactically useless. It made your teeth and jaw ache just to see him like that, but the way he stood – the way he moved – the flow of energy that came from him, there was nothing worthless about it. It defied all you knew of swordsmanship and combat, but much of this world had redefined how you saw combat.

His movements when he wasn’t off-balance – whatever or whoever Tashigi was to him, you didn’t know and it didn’t matter, she wasn’t here and his movements were like water. Still and calm water, crystal clear and smooth as glass. Small shivers and trembles here and there – places were improvements could still be made, but nearly flawless. The weight of each movement, the ease with which he did it, the soundlessness of his movements even as he moved among the dry leaves.

How could you have associated such beauty to a demon?

You don’t know how long you watched him, it could’ve been hours, you would’ve stood there for days. The soft shift of fabric, the shimmer of sweat, the glimmer of those three earrings in the cool light. It was a dance for the gods, a pinnacle you had neither believed existed nor even considered traveling. It was all the seasons – no, all the worlds. He was aware of worlds within the space of his swords.

This was the knight that knelt at the feet of the King. The King of Pirates, the King of something. Demons wasn’t right, but there was something there, and both titles felt so absolute and irrefutable.

Your haki lurched, twisting in you almost painfully and you nearly shattered your teeth to keep yourself silent against the strangely painful sensation. Turning your back to the clearing you leaned against a tree and steadied your breathing. Haki was the wrong word, something in your core lurched, and haki was throughout the body. Your mana core didn’t exist in this world, but the sensation of an overload was what that had felt like. It was unsettling to feel in this world, especially after so long.

You saw Chopper and Usopp coming toward you and walked over to them. The non-existent core twisted in you again and this time it buckled your legs. You didn’t cry out, but Chopper and Usopp did.

“(Y/N)!” Usopp moved faster than you expected and kept you from falling into the dirt.

“D-Doctor! We need a doctor! Wait – that’s me! (Y/N) are you okay?”

You shake your head, pushing Usopp away as something lurches through your body again, bucking your muscles, and pulling a grunt of frustration from you. It’s almost like your body needs to vomit, but something in you tells you that if you give into the urge it’ll be bad. Not just for you, but for the two near you.

“Get,” you slam a fist into the ground. “Away!”

Usopp and Chopper look at you in concern and both move toward you. You shake your head and swipe your arm through the air to push them back. “Please! Go to -,” You feel an oppressive aura pushing back against your body. It’s like a weighted net, pushing you down and helping you, falling over you so forcefully you’re nearly pushed into the dirt.

“Zoro!” You hear Usopp and Chopper exclaim in unison.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, and you can feel the question is directed at you.

You shake your head. “Don’t… know.” You growl, but there’s less struggle in you. “That helps.”

After a few long minutes the strange and painful sensation passes and you let yourself lay in the dirt, holding a thumbs up over your head as Zoro eases off whatever it was he was doing. You’re covered in sweat, dirt and leaf litter as you roll onto your back, catching your breath while Chopper fusses over you.

“I’m fine little forest spirit,” you say with a smile. “I don’t know what that was, but I’m fine now. Just a little tired.”

“It wasn’t another portal, was it?” Zoro questions.

You shake your head. “The pull of winter magic doesn’t feel like that, or, at least, it didn’t feel like that last time. If that was another portal it wouldn’t have mattered, I couldn’t move, but it felt like it was coming from inside me.” You take a few deep breaths and sit up. “Anyone trying to bring me back home wouldn’t risk ripping my body apart to do it.”

You dust yourself off and stand up, patting Chopper on the head with a smile to reassure him.

“I promise, I feel much better now.” You look over at Zoro and look away. “Ah, sorry for interrupting your training. I’ll, uh, I mean I’m going to go back to the ship.”

You’re really trying to not actually run away from him, but suddenly Zoro was just too close. Chopper followed after you, but Usopp stayed to make sure Zoro got back to the ship. You didn’t ask why Zoro would need Usopp to protect him, but maybe he was going to train so much he’d be too tired to get back on his own. You couldn’t bring yourself to ask because that would mean turning back toward the both of them.

“You certainly seem to have plenty of energy!” Chopper beams, having changed into his faster form to keep pace with you. You hadn’t even realized how quickly you were walking.

“Oh, my apologies. I was… lost in thought, it seems.” You admit sheepishly.

“It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re not struggling to walk.”

“No, not struggling to walk.” You let out a concerned sigh. “Struggling to think maybe.”

“Does your head hurt?”

“Enh… No, there’s just a lot swirling around in here.” You say, pointing to your chest.

“You… heart hurts?”

You flinch. “Oh, no, I mean… ah, I mean emotional turmoil, Chopper. I-I mean it’s been, you know, a bit of an ordeal. But I’m fine! I’m fine. Don’t worry.” You say hastily and watch as the young doctor’s face brightens. You weren’t exactly lying, and quite frankly, you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to acknowledge the truth anyway.

You were going to get back home someday.

He had said so, after all.

#x reader #reader insert #one piece fanfiction #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #Thrice Prophesized #grandline metro au

[enjomo-arch]

Such  a  thing  would  go  unexpected.  Anyone  who  ever  heard  his  name  certainly  in  this  life  would  not  expect  that  the  same  sinister  pirate  who  is  wanted  practically  all  over  the  world  is  actually  a  good  dancer.  Altrough  it  wasn't  a  thing  Ace  would  go  and  babble  about  when  it  came  to  his  personal  experience,  Sanji  really  looked  eager  to  learn.  Luffy  probably  told  him  about  it,  or  was  able  to  deduce  it  himself  as  Ace  was  able  to  entertain  the  crew  with  dance  moves  during  parties  and  camping.  More  for  fun  than  anything  but,  it  was  pretty  endearing  to  see  the  blonde  cook  excited.  It  didn't  escape  him  how  awe  was  painted  on  his  face  when  Ace  performed  the  basic  steps,  really  more  as  a  showcase  than  anything  before  actually  letting  the  cook  get  a  hang  of  it.

The  rhythmic  sound  of  music  coming  from  one  of  the  transponder  snails  quieted  down  when  Ace  finished  his  performance.  Both  hands  rested  on  the  said  hips  that  seconds  ago  were  swaying,  almost  as  if  Ace  was  weightless  and  the  passion  of  his  movements  didn't  fail  to  capture  the  cook's  attention.  

❝  If  that's  what  y'think.  It's  really  simple  basics.  Try  it,  lemme  see  what  y'got.  ❞  Dancing  without  proper  shoes  was  kind  of  a  challenge,  but  Ace  didn't  even  have  them,  natural  body  movement  came  from  the  experience  especially  when  he'd  hum  the  marines  with  Samba  performances  when  he  was  operating  undercover  to  get  the  information  he  needed.  His  finger  tapped  the  snail  to  play  the  music  and  seeing  how  Sanji  practically  immediately  failed  to  impress  him  with  the  observed  movements  he  shook  his  head  with  a  chuckle.  Arms  wrapped  tightly  on  his  chest  as  he  watched  and  couldn't  tell  it  was  as  easy  as  Sanji  thought  it  was.  ❝  It  looks  terrible  lemme  be  honest  y'dance  samba  almost  like  y'have  a  giant  stick  up  your  ass,  cook.  ❞

Ace  got  up  from  his  seat,  approaching  the  blonde  and  putting  a  palm  on  his  waist.  Holding  it  tightly  and  pulling  him  closer  until  the  bottom  part  of  their  bodies  crashed  against  each  other.  ❝  Relax,  we  are  learning,  aight  ?  In  the  end  y'wanna  impress  Nami  so  imagine  I  am  her.  No  need  to  be  shy,  touch  as  much  as  y'want.  ❞  His  words  were  supportive,  or  at  least  tried  to  be  when  Ace  adjusted  their  position  a  bit.  ❝  The  whole  art  is  'bout  bein'  comfortable  with  your  weight.  Make  your  movements  loose,  wanna  try  leadin'  me  or  should  I  ?  ❞

@kickxsscook : "Sure, that looks easy enough." Sanji noted with a faux confidence, after watching Ace perform the basic steps of Samba. The way he moved to the music was so fluid, so natural as if he was born to dance, skill and confidence evident in every sway of his hips. Sanji couldn't help but feel somewhat mesmerized. (It was a dance full of passion, anyone with a sense of beauty would have admired such a performance... Anyone, right?) "Just imagine Nami-san in a tight red dress, a long slit on the side." Yes, that thought should do it. Hands clasped together and he donned an overexcited smile at the mental image. "I can't wait to twirl her around until she has no choice but to fall in love with me." Swooning ceased quickly and he tried to mimic the steps Ace'd shown him earlier. Sanji did have a certain grace about his movements, but frankly, he looked like a ballerina trying to do hiphop for the first time. Not completely hopeless, but certainly strange. "It doesn't look right, does it?"

#kickxsscook #AHH dancing thread < 33 #「003」 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 #「004」 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗬

[emptystove]

The Long Con - Ch 16

One Piece Fanfic (Romance/Drama/Suspense)

Pairing: Nami x Law

Rating: EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

CW: GRAPHIC Violence

Chapter Summary: Law learns many things, including the price of betrayal.

Posted to AO3, FanFiction, and Wattpad under HortyCord.

Chapter 16 - Betrayal

Law's eyes fluttered open with a groan. The taste of metallic prompted him to reach for his face, flinching as he quickly confirmed his nose was most definitely broken. Diamante must have been holding back if that was the worst of his injuries.

The light tapping on the window that woke him earlier that day was now replaced with the harsh pounding of a downpour. As his senses returned, he realized that the sound of rain along with the soft velvet pillow under his head indicated that he hadn't been thrown in a cell like he half-expected. It seemed Vergo was telling the truth when he said Doflamingo wanted to speak to him in private.

Law slowly pushed himself into a seated position on the couch. A quick glance around the room let him know it was only the two of them there, although the shadows under the door to the hallway proved he had guards at the ready. He wasn't restrained, and his nodachi was leaned casually against the end of the couch. Both unexpected. Either Doflamingo was actually interesting in believing Law had not betrayed him, or he didn't see him as a threat even with his weapon. The second option being the most likely.

Doflamingo kept his back to Law as he stared into the flames burning within the elegant fireplace.

"What is it you care for most in this life?"

It may have been partly due to just waking up from a head injury, but Law was too taken aback by his question to respond.

"We all have dreams that we want, sure. But at the end of the day, what is the one thing you would put everything else on hold for?" Doflamingo finally turned to face Law, taking a few slow, deliberate steps closer. He tilted his head at the man on the couch and frowned deeply, letting out a disappointed hum.

"No need to be so shy, kiddo. We both know your answer to that question. You've known me long enough to know mine as well." Doflamingo raised his head upright before tilting it toward the opposite side. "Tell me Law, what do I value most?"

Law opened his mouth to speak but stopped short when the pain in his nose caused him to wince.

"How rude of me," Doflamingo flashed a saccharine smile before heading to the bar. He placed a few ice cubes in a cloth napkin and handed it gingerly to Law.

Law skeptically accepted and lifted the cold item to his face, feeling almost instant relief.

Doflamingo returned to stand next to the fireplace but stayed facing Law, casually draping one hand along the mantle as the other rested in his suit pants pocket. His smile was smaller than usual as he waited patiently for Law to answer his question.

"Loyalty," Law eventually grunted out.

Doflamingo hummed in agreement. "I was going to say family, but I suppose you really can't have one without the other." The king paused to give Law a scrutinizing look. "It's almost funny, you know. Your greatest strength is also your greatest weakness."

Law set the ice he was holding to his face aside so he could properly glare at the king.

"You're intelligent. More so than most around you, but you're not nearly as clever as you think you are." Doflamingo moved to pour himself a drink as he spoke. "Did you know that Judge wasn't the first person to attempt scientific enhancements on humans?"

Law remained silent. There had been rumors of others attempting it in the past, but the Vinsmokes were the only ones he could find who actually succeeded.

"I assume an intelligent boy like you did enough research to know that fact. I wonder though, if you were clever enough to realize why they were the only ones you could find who had anything to show for it? Come on, Law, if a simple doctor like yourself was able to crack the code to these enhancements, why do think no one else has had the same success?"

Law thought about Doflamingo's words, and his realization was disturbing to say the least. It was true. It hadn't taken nearly as long as Law expected to determine exactly how the Vinsmokes' abilities worked. He had never met Vinsmoke Judge, and although the complexity of the whole process was far from simple, he was starting to wonder how it could be that he was the first or even the only person to reach this scientific discovery.

Doflamingo's devious grin spread wider as he watched Law put it together in his head.

"Why?" Law knew he was feeding right into wherever Doflamingo was steering the conversation, but he needed to know. "Why hasn't anyone else succeeded?"

"You're so close that I almost feel sorry for you. Understanding so much but still unable to ask the right questions." The blond gave him an almost pitying look before answering his question with a mocking laugh. "Because they weren't allowed to! Really, Law, growing up where you did, you should have caught on a lot quicker."

Law looked back to Doflamingo with wide eyes as the truth of the situation began to sink in. Others tried, but their research never got far. And they didn't fail because the solution was too complex, they failed because they weren't allowed to succeed. They failed because those in power didn't want them to succeed.

"My people were slaughtered because their deaths were less of a financial burden than having companies find another way to dump their waste. I don't see how creating enhancements couldn't be profitable. What could be more important to the government than money?"

"Power," he stated simply. "Physical enhancements are a powerful resource. But in the end, it doesn't matter how much money they can make from it, if it ends up used against them. Revolutionaries, pirates, organized crime, truly, there is an endless list of people who would want to use it as a tool to overthrow those on top."

"Why let Judge succeed then? What's different about him?"

"You're finally starting to ask the right questions," he praised sarcastically before finishing his drink. "Judge is a king. His throne rests on the backs of the poor and oppressed just like the rest of us. Though, that doesn't necessarily mean they would give him free reign to do whatever he pleases, it did give him the opportunity to make a deal with top brass. They agreed to let Judge conduct his research, even allowing him to use it on his heirs, in exchange for two things. First, that he wouldn't sell it or use it on anyone outside his family. And second, and truly the most important if you ask me-"

"The control chip," Law filled in before he could continue. Law felt sick. What the government really wanted in exchange for letting Judge enhance his heirs, it was the technology to control people with a simple command. "The government already knew how to physically enhance humans. They wanted Judge to invent the control chip for them."

Doflamingo sat on the couch opposite him, while he made a show of giving Law a sarcastic round of applause.

Law shook his head slightly. "It still doesn't make sense. There are plenty of countries that aren't loyal to the government, powerful organizations like the Revolutionaries that fight to undermine them. If Judge gave the government his control chip technology, why aren't they using it to shut down those threats?"

"Because it doesn't work!" Doflamingo chuckled with a flourish of his hand. "At least that's what everyone in the government believes. I almost believed it too, until our little vixen got the truth out of that brat in the dungeon." Doflamingo continued laughing excitedly, as if he was finally getting to the punchline of a longwinded joke. "It's so poetic, don't you think? You worked so hard at keeping that information from me, but it was your own words that scared the little mouse into finally giving it up! Without that extra push from you, who knows how much longer my little Kitten would have had to work him before he cracked!"

Law's jaw tensed at both the truth of his words and the overly affectionate nickname Doflamingo was using for Nami.

The king took a few minutes before he finally calmed down from his laughing fit. He sighed heavily, finding Law's glare and returning it with a smug grin.

"I'm curious. Was there information on the control chips in the Vinsmoke files or did you figure it out in Germa?"

"It was in the files." Law kept eye contact as he answered honestly. There was no reason in trying to lie now, not that he wanted to anyway.

Doflamingo hummed. "Where is it now?"

"Destroyed."

"Of course." Doflamingo's grin faltered, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance. They both knew it was pointless for him to try to barter with Law for the information. Law would never agree to disclose what he found in those files, and he would never believe whatever Doflamingo would promise him in return.

Law watched carefully as Doflamingo's smug satisfaction slowly morphed into serious displeasure. As painful as this conversation was on Law's heart and mind, he was oddly grateful for it. It had given his body the time it needed to prepare, to push past the pain of what was at best a broken nose and at worst a minor concussion. He needed to be ready. He knew what Doflamingo was going to ask him next, and he knew his answer would only further seal his death sentence in the king's eyes.

"Tell me why," Doflamingo demanded through clenched teeth.

"You know why," Law stated coldly.

"Say it."

"Cora."

Doflamingo huffed and moved to the fireplace again. "Unbelievable," he muttered as he began pacing. Law's eyes flicked to his sword, returning to Doflamingo before he stopped to point a finger at Law. "He kidnapped you."

"He saved me," Law countered.

"He betrayed us."

"He brought me to healers. He found a cure for my sickness. You would have watched me slowly die in your service."

"HE BETRAYED ME!" Doflamingo bellowed. "He was fucking snitching on me! Spilling my secrets to the government elite - the same people who you claimed to hate! My own brother. My own blood. He would have had all of us rotting in chains under the laws of the people who slaughtered your family."

Law was seething. Doflamingo was beyond delusional if he thought he didn't deserve that fate. How many innocent lives were ruined or snuffed out entirely at Doflamingo's whim? He deserved it even without the genocide he committed to usurp Dressrosa's throne. Corazon was ready to give up everything to make sure he found justice. He knew it was likely he would die for betraying his brother, but he did it anyway. He knew he couldn't take him down himself, so he agreed to help the government do it for him. He put himself at further risk when he took Law with him to find a cure for his sickness. Because he knew it was the right thing to do.

Law wasn't like Corazon, though. He wasn't a hero. He would have left the Donquixote family behind after being cured, forgotten as nothing more than another unpleasant memory, if Doflamingo had just let them go.

"You didn't have to follow him. He was exiled. He was already gone. There was nothing more he could do to you, but you killed him anyway."

"He dug his own grave the moment he betrayed me." Doflamingo's voice was surprisingly even now, despite the hate burning behind his eyes. "I treated you like a son."

Law scoffed openly.

"I gave you a second chance. I never allow second chances."

"You let me back in because you needed a doctor. You've never cared for anyone besides yourself."

"And in spite of my kindness, you betrayed me."

Law barely had enough time to unsheathe his sword before Doflamingo's attack. He deflected the king's first strike and hurdled himself over the back of the couch. His eyes were locked onto Doflamingo, but something wasn't right. The sound of steel on steel was unmistakable, but there was no sign of a weapon.

"Oh, I almost forgot to ask."

Doflamingo paused only briefly before moving behind Law with almost inhuman speed. Law was too late to defend and was struck with Doflamingo's fist to the chest, sending him crashing toward the glass balcony doors. He gasped to catch his breath as the hit seemed to rob him of whatever air was in his lungs. He shouldn't be able to move like that. But his speed, it almost reminded him of-

"I know your grand plan for revenge wasn't just to hide information from me. Let me guess..."

Law sensed his approach this time and managed to parry, which he followed by attempting a low strike with his blade. The king laughed as he dodged easily. Something was very wrong.

"You were going to offer to preform the procedure on me, and then try to control me with that pesky little chip?" he taunted.

Law swung upwards from below with as much force as he could muster. Doflamingo flicked his wrists out to his side, a move that should have left him completely open for Law's strike. Instead, the blade of his nodachi was frozen mid-air.

"You seem confused, so let me remind you again. The Vinsmokes weren't the only ones who cracked the code to human enhancements..."

Another flick of his wrists pulled the sword from Law's grip, sending it flying through the glass doors behind him and onto the storm-battered balcony.

"...and the Vinsmokes aren't the only ones who have been enhanced."

Fuck.

Law had no time to think through the absolute nightmare of a situation. He darted onto the balcony. The pounding rain made it difficult to see more than a few paces away, but he was able to retrieve his nodachi. The harsh winds from the storm forced the tops of the trees in the forest below to bang against the railing. Even if Doflamingo gave him the chance to escape by climbing down, he would have nowhere to go. It wasn't visible through the storm, but the coast wasn't far beyond the tree line. Swimming wasn't an option, especially in this storm, and he doubted anyone would have left a boat docked on this side of the island, far from the safety of the main port.

Doflamingo's laugh was still easily audible through the harsh wind and rain as he sauntered onto the balcony.

Law countered as best he could with each attack. Doflamingo was toying with him. Still, the king's overconfidence paired with the slick balcony floor allowed Law enough of an opening to clip the edge of Doflamingo's signature red sunglasses.

All playfulness left the king's face as he glared from his cracked spectacles to the man who broke them, clearly more infuriated by that than the faint cut Law left across his cheek.

He was done playing games. Without a second to relish in his only successful strike, Law caught the reflection of something almost metallic moving through the air toward him, visible only by the brief illumination coming from a nearby lightning strike. It was moving fast, and it was on target with his neck.

He moved to dodge, but it was already too late. He avoided the strike on his neck, but the steel grip of the wire still found purchase, wrapping itself tightly around his right arm just above his bicep. Law was frozen. His grip tightened on his nodachi in his left hand, but he couldn't do a thing to raise either arm. The razor-like edges of the wire were already cutting through the sleeve of his coat, any movement causing it to tighten further.

His arm still bound, Doflamingo forced Law's back against the railing. He grabbed the back of Law's neck roughly and leaned beside his ear to whisper his final taunt.

"You broke my heart, Law, but luckily I've got the perfect replacement in mind for your spot in my family." He leaned back slightly, making eye contact as he moved his large foot against Law's chest. "Don't worry, I'll tell her goodbye for you."

A shocking pain ripped through his shoulder as Law was kicked over the edge of the railing. His fall was slowed only by the several branches he hit on the way down, adding new trauma and lacerations to his body with each impact until he found himself lying face up in the sandy soil.

Two loud thuds a moment later caused him to tilt his eyes to the right. His nodachi had landed only inches from his head, but there was something else. He blinked a few times, desperate to hold onto consciousness. His eyes adjusted enough for him to recognize long, tattooed fingers peeking out from the edges of his coat sleeve. His severed arm lay motionless only a few feet away.

He was losing too much blood. He could feel his breaths becoming weaker as the blinding pain threatened to engulf him completely. Just a little longer. He fought with everything he had to fill his final thoughts with one thing. He knew he would be gone soon, but that was alright. He would find him in the afterlife. The pain in his heart was starting to eclipse that of his body. He knew this was a possibility from the beginning, and he set out on this mission knowing that if the worst happened, he would at least be reunited with Cora. But, so much had changed since then.

What is it you care for most in this life?

He was slipping fast.

While he still had his wits, he had one more thing to do.

Even if only for himself.

Even if only in his mind.

He made one last promise.

That even in death, he would watch over her.

His vision was fading as two cloaked figures emerged from the trees.

Ancestral spirits to guide him to the afterlife?

The wet sloshing of their steps sounded real enough.

Hallucinations?

Given his injuries, it was a serious possibility.

Yet, something in the back of Law's mind made him certain these figures were real.

There was something familiar about the hollow laughter following them that Law recognized but his weary mind just couldn't place.

The taller one leaned over him, scrutinizing his dying form.

"Hey there, doc. It's been a while."

The other figure picked up the abandoned limb on the ground and waved it in front of his body.

"Need a hand?"

Their sickening laughter was the last thing he heard before everything went black.

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[french-unknown]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: luffy, zoro, nami, usopp, sanji, robin 𝐂/𝐖: fluff 𝐖/𝐂: 910 +

| m a s t e r l i s t | - | p t . 2 |

𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

✧ You got his carelessness in EVERY sense of the word.

✧ On the one hand, it was positive because you worried less. You were no longer as focused on others or trying to anticipate potential problems as much as possible before they happened. You were more spontaneous and, mentally, it was more relaxing for you.

✧ But you also got the negative sides.

While you were hanging out on an island, some locals offered you a cold drink in the street during a hot day . You didn't hesitate for a second before thanking them with a big smile—really happy—and swallowing the liquid straight while thinking how nice they were to offer you a drink. Especially since, as a pirate, it was true that the locals usually tended to be afraid of you.

You ended up passing out from the effects of the drugs you had just ingested. When you woke up, as you vaguely heard the shouts and sounds of fighting from your crewmates in a nearby room, you found yourself wanting to hit your head on the floor because of your stupidity.

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

✧ Sake has definitely taken a bigger place in your life.

✧ You found yourself following his consumption with a bottle during the meal, a bottle each time you wake up from a nap, a random bottle in the middle of the day, etc. Every time you saw him arrive with a bottle stolen from the kitchen, it was done.

✧ You also had your worst hangovers with him.

✧ On the other hand, he was surprisingly considerate when you were hungover. He always had this side of making fun of you for not having drunk more or even as much as him but he still kept this little satisfied smile of "that my partner!".

He also knows all the anti-hangover secrets so he was discreetly attentive the next day to help you get through this painful moment.

✧ On the other hand, drunk, he was much more affectionate!

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

✧ You started taking more care of your appearance.

✧ Nami was very careful about her lifestyle and her beauty, so you quickly realized that it attracted a lot of advantages or attention from the people around her.

You started mainly out of insecurity because of the fear that she would find someone better elsewhere.

✧ You had started eating better thanks to Sanji, doing more sports and asking for lotions, creams and body care products specially made by Chopper. You had also taken advantage of Robin's massages and saunas, thanks to Zeus. Eventually, you even asked Brook for help maintaining your hair.

✧ Yet, after seeing the start of results on your body and mind, you end up continuing this routine for yourself.

✧ It also brought you closer to Nami, with whom you ended up doing activities as a couple. And you couldn't deny that it always felt good to see her looking at you more and more like you were the dessert.

𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐏

✧ You've become a lot more hands-on since you were with him.

✧ At the beginning of your relationship, you weren't exceptionally good with your hands. You knew how to use them like everyone else, but if you had to do manual tasks like patching up the boat or creating equipment, you were a little lost.

✧ However, you ended up understanding more and more how it worked by staying with Usopp while he worked.

✧ And he was also very proud to show you what he could do as well as help you make your own creations or activities. He guided you step by step while being very proud of you.

✧ Now you were almost self-sufficient and knew how to deal if a device broke or if there was a problem on the boat. If there was anything that needed help, Usopp and Franky would come and ask for your help or advice without hesitation.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

✧ You have developed your flirting skills. Bonbon!

✧ It was mostly out of spite at first. By listening to him talk to women or hearing him chant his love in every possible or unimaginable way, you end up remembering some of his catchphrases.

✧ Then you get into the game.

Instead of being jealous of the attention he paid to others, you instead stayed to observe his way of flirting. Whether it was what he said, the way he said it, or even his attitude, you didn't miss a single detail. You tested everything you had learned on Nami, who couldn't stand you anymore, and some of the other crew members.

When Nami admitted that you weren't that bad, you tried to flirt with Sanji.

✧ Your greatest reward came in the form of Sanji blushing like a tomato as you shamelessly flirted with him.

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

✧ Above all, you have recovered her taste for reading.

✧ Finally, more precisely, she made you rediscover the pleasure of reading by offering you books that you might like. This way, she saved you from getting into books that didn't interest you to "test reading" and which always ended up telling you that they really weren't your thing.

Instead, she used her impressive library to guide you to stories that would be more likely to keep you engaged.

And she succeeds!

✧ Even though it wasn't your favorite activity either, you found yourself enjoying these quiet afternoons of reading. The two of you alone in the library, huddled against each other under the rays of the sun which calmly pierced the windows of the Sunny, traveling in totally different fantastical universes.

✧ It was calm and it fit well with your relationship with her.

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

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[missallsundaes]

Sanji x Male Reader — Amateur Chef

2111 Words • CW dealing with repressed bisexuality

When Luffy heard your self proclaimed cooking skills in the town market to a friend, he immediately invited you on to the ship, even without trying your food. A bigger crew needs more cooks, was his reasoning for Sanji. Sanji wasn't exactly happy about the new addition to his kitchen, possessive about his things and how the kitchen was maintained. And he was sure that you wouldn't take the same care as he did. At least you had your own set of knives, he thought with a sigh.

The first night cooking together proved to be...a challenge. He was paying you no mind, working in his own entrees for the crew, but the haphazard slap of the kitchen knife against the chopping board, well he could only stand it for so long before his temper got the better of him.

“What the fuck are you doing over there, amateur?” He seethed, turning to face you.

You sheepishly set down your knife on the counter, stepping back to show Sanji the vegetables you were cutting. His heart skipped a beat, seeing your rough cut shapes and uneven chops.

“What are you doing to that poor food!” Worded like a question, but spat at you like an insult. He approached you cutting board, staring down at the mangled shapes of potato, carrot and celery, hand frustratingly pulling through his hair.

“Well I'm just making soup..” You started, you were a bit offended but the chef in front of you was too intimating to talk back to. You'd heard enough stories about Black Leg Sanji to know when to keep your mouth shut.

“So you decided to torture your poor ingredients?” He reached for his own knife, wiping it clean with a cloth before trying to salvage the vegetables. You watched in awe as he saved first the potatoes, then the celery. He looked at you before touching the chunks of carrot on the board.

“You taking notes, amateur?” He said. His voice was softer now though his tone was still harsh. He raised the visible eyebrow, “Come over here and learn how it's done.”

He waved you over to stand in front of him, placing his hand over yours on your knife, he guided your left hand into place, showing you the gentle fist to protect your fingers without losing grip on the vegetables. He started slow, chopping motions in cool even bursts, slicing the chunks of carrot into perfectly measured cubes. You tried to pay attention but the beating of your heart in your throat, his warm hand over yours, and his firm chest placed against your back was all that your mind could focus on.

When the carrot was taken care of he let go of your hand, leaving you feeling you were missing something. You watched him cross the kitchen again, standing again in front of his own prep, you watched him skillfully pull the bones from a huge fish in one movement, running his hand over it to make sure it was all removed, looking for even the smallest of bones.

You hadn't heard about how gentle he was. How careful in the kitchen with perfect mannerisms. He looked at you, and you realized how obviously caught up in watching him you were, jumping to peel the garlic in front of you for your soup. He laughed, turning back to his prep, beginning to make a marinade with fresh lemons and cracked pepper for the fish.

“You're not a chef are you?” He said, looking at you briefly as he squeezed the lemons of their juice.

“No not at all,” you said sheepishly, ”I know a few recipes but when a wanted pirate grabs you and tells you you're going to be a chef on his crew you listen, you know? It's not like I was in a position to refuse..”

He sighed, knowing exactly how enthusiastic Luffy could be when he set his mind on something. “Don't worry, you can be my sous chef. I'll teach you what you need to know. We'll start with more knife practice for breakfast tomorrow, I hope you're okay getting up early.”

You thought briefly of how much you were not a morning person, though this was not the time to mention that. You nodded, “Thanks for helping me. You're a kind man.”

Sanji's face flushed at the genuine compliment, turning around quickly as if there was a pressing matter in the fridge to attend to. “N-nonsense it's just the right thing to do.” He stammered, head buried in the fridge, looking desperately for an ingredient to pull out that would make sense.

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He kicked your hammock in the men's cabin, foot still perched on your side as you swayed back and forth, trying to regain your senses, shaken from a dream about your new crewmates, the one in front of you in particular.

“I thought you could be up early,” he laughed.

The room was still full of the snoring of the other men, the only light from the lantern in Sanji’s hand, casting golden light across him. He was already dressed in his slacks and dress shirt, looking primed for the day. You were sure that you looked the absolute opposite, feeling the drool caked to your cheek and knowing your hair was probably a wreck.

“Uh, about that,” you chuckled, climbing out of the hammock and hopping to the floor of the cabin. “I may not be as much of a morning person as I said.”

“I figured as much when you didn't wake up the first few times I kicked you.” He said, “Though I bothered you enough for you to say my name in your sleep.”

You turned from him, hiding your face by searching for a clean set of clothes, forcing an awkward laugh, “Oh yeah I must have subconsciously known you were trying to wake me.”

“Well hurry up, these idiots won't be asleep forever, and you do not want to see Luffy without his breakfast.” He left the room for you to get dressed, and you trudged to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

When you met him in the kitchen, he had a multitude of fruits set up at your station. You could smell bacon in the oven already, and he was whipping a large bowl of eggs for what you could only imagine was the biggest omelette of all time.

“Took you long enough.” He said, though he had a smirk on his face, his harsh attitude from yesterday softened.

“Am I chopping these?” You said, lifting your knife to slice the strawberries laid out on the board.

“Ah ah wait. Hold on I'm almost done.” He said, setting down the bowl of whipped eggs on the counter. He approached you, watching over your shoulder. “Do you remember the lesson from yesterday?”

You nodded, ”I think so.” you put your hand in the position he showed you, holding the knife how it felt under his guiding hand, breathed in and started slicing the strawberries.

The difference in your cuts from yesterday to this morning was leagues away. He adjusted your elbow, his firm gentle touch making your heart flutter, and just the adjustment of your arm made your slices neater. “Breathe,” he said, his own breath hot in your ear and making you catch your breath instead. You struggled to retain your breathing, but your cuts were messier now. He took your hand again, your heart beating through your chest. “You're making this so much harder than it is, watch. Breath with me.”

You times your breathing to match his, his firm chest pressed into you, his hand over yours. You felt your chests rise in succession together, making you feel as one. His hand held yours in place, but you were doing the work.

“Exactly like that,” he praised, you felt like you could melt right then and there. “You're doing great.”

He let go of you, stepping back to the stove top to heat a huge skillet for his omelette. “You've got it from here I presume.” You watched him for a moment, testing the temperature of the pan before adding his eggs and watching them diligently. “Most of breakfast is ready, so just get the fruit cut and plated and then we can wake up the crew.”

You nodded, “Thanks again, Sanji.” You said, continuing to chop the fruit in front of you, plating it up on the large platter he had set out.

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The next few weekswent the same, Sanji waking you in the morning. Him teaching you new techniques to use in the kitchen. Making three meals a day together, not including if someone wanted a snack, getting closer and closer until you couldn't bear it. Your feelings for the man were definitely growing, you had a sneaking suspicion that he had similar feelings for you, but the constant doting of the girls on the crew made you doubt yourself, fearing that he wasn't into men the way you were.

You had already made fresh baked bread together that morning, as you watched his hands knead the dough tauntingly slow, his strong hands rolling it out and beating it down, his sleeves rolled up you could see the flexing of every muscle in his forearms.

You were cracking about two dozen eggs into a large skillet to fry, trying not to think about how close he was to you, chopping chives to put on top of your fried eggs.

“Sanji,” you said, rinsing your hands of the raw eggs in the sink.

He didn't look up from his work, now slicing pieces of smoked salmon, “Eh?” He said.

“I think I might have a problem,” you said, trying desperately not to look at the blond sharing the kitchen with you. He set down his knife, immediately checking your eggs over, the stove temperature, any kitchen error he could think of before looking you incredulously in the face. “It's not my food.” He looked more relieved than you expected and you laughed.

“What is it then?” He said, curly brow peaked with curiosity.

“I think I fell for one of my crewmates since I've been on the ship.” You flipped your eggs carefully, trying not to break your yolks.

“Oh? Nami? Robin?” He said, going back to work at his salmon. He wasn't jealous, per say, it's not like he really expect to feel this way about you. Plus the girls were gorgeous in every way, how could a red blooded man not fall for them. He still didn't know how to accept his feelings for you, forcing down any hint of bisexuality that he ever felt, blocking out those feelings, usually with anger.

“Uh no,” you said, turning off the heat on the stove and letting the residual heat finish your eggs as you seasoned them with salt and pepper. Beginning to set up the crews plates with thick slices of your fresh bread, two eggs each (four for Luffy and Zoro), sprinkling the chives on top, and passing the plates to Sanji to top with smoked salmon and hollandaise sauce.

After a moment of silence so thick you could slice it with the kitchen knife next to you, you continued, “Sanji, it's you.”

He almost dropped the plate he was holding, and you both moved quickly in reaction, hands one on top of the other under the plate. “What,” he said, worded like a question but tone flat in disbelief.

“Just, spending all this time with you has meant so much to me,” you withdrew your hand, looking away from him to hide the tinge of crimson on your cheeks. “Having you close to me, your guiding hands. Your strength. I can't help it.” He was still frozen in place, thoughts racing. “Just don't worry. Never mind, forget I said anything!” You said, plating the last of your half of the plates.

“Wait,” he said, as you were leaving the galley to wake the crew, “I think I fell for you too.” You stopped in the doorway, turning back to face him, but his back was to you. “I grew up not allowed to be who I wanted and even though I can now it's still hard to accept who I am. But I want to learn and be better. I want to be with you.”

“Do you mean that?” You said, letting the door swing back closed.

“Yeah,” he laughed, he turned to you smiling with tears in the corners of his eye. “Yeah I definitely mean it.” He wiped his eye, “Come on then, let's go wake up the ravenous beasts.”

#Sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke x reader #black leg sanji x reader #black leg sanji #sanji #sanji vinsmoke #one piece #one piece x reader #male reader

[eirist]

I Was Made for Lovin’ You

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: M (Not really explicit but mature-themed, yes)

Note: For the Day 1 of the ZoNa Days event (at @zonamievents). It’s Zoro day… what better way to celebrate it with Nami pondering about him.

I Was Made for Lovin’ You is by KISS. I had The Umbrella playlist accompany me while writing and l’m borrowing it. Enjoy!

Summary: She can’t say she’s not amused when that supposedly innocent piece of clothing article was now not-so-innocent at all.

Nami jolted slightly, waking up from her still-not-deep slumber. She blinked a few times to clear her thoughts as well as the sleep still lingering behind her eyes.

She blearily looked around her surroundings and realized she had fallen asleep on her deck chair while relaxing with Robin on the Sunny’s lawn.

She was just talking to the archaeologist earlier right?

The navigator tilted her head to her left. The deck chair beside her was empty. She must’ve have fallen asleep in between the lulls in their conversation.

With a sigh she settled back comfortably on her chair again. She was still feeling heavy-eyed and the call of sleep was still beckoning to her.

Must be because she didn’t get any proper shut-eye last night. No thanks to a certain green-haired swordsman.

Not that she is complaining. She absolutely cannot whine about Zoro lavishing her attention—physically speaking.

But it was kinda hard to explain why she seemed to be lacking sleep once, twice sometimes thrice a week. Robin and Sanji were already noticing it and were asking questions.

Was that what she and Robin were talking about earlier before she had fallen asleep?

Another sigh escape her.

She couldn’t very well tell them that a late night tryst with their swordsman was the reason.

Hell will definitely break loose.

A commotion coming from the galley grabbed her attention. She can hear Sanji’s voice rising above a cacophony of other sounds. She strained her ears to listen if he was fighting with Zoro but he was just shouting at Luffy and whoever was with the gluttonous captain, pestering the him.

The door of the boys’ quarters opened and with a loud yawn out stepped Roronoa Zoro.

Did he just woke up?

Nami frowned.

Well… she hadn’t seen him since they went their separate ways this morning. That probably meant he slept almost the whole day off!

Talk about unfair! How come he was able to get more rest than her!

Well… he hardly had any task in the ship after all.

That’s it he’s not getting any more all-nighters more than twice a week. She needs her beauty sleep after all.

He trudged across the deck, still looking half-asleep and oblivious to her and his surroundings.

She just continued watching him from her chair and her eyes zeroed in on the sash that he was still tying around his waist.

The one damn reason why she was lacking sleep today… aside from the crazy swordsman himself.

Nami pursed her lips and stifled a groan as she remembered how steamy the night before was.

She had known long ago that Zoro was a domineering man. She shared that trait with him in all honesty. That’s one of the reasons why they clash so much.

And she got to experience first-hand just how much he can be when he wants too—especially during their private sessions.

Of course, it’s not like she doesn’t put up a good fight every now and then. Like he could really boss her around as easy as that whether inside the bedroom or out (well, in this case… the crow’s nest).

But damn, whatever has gotten into him last night and prompted him to bend her over and tie her hands on the metal plate rack in the nest using that red sash of his, took their sexual relationship into another level.

And seeing it again out displayed nonchalantly out in the open… was making her hot and breathless all over again just thinking about how he had skillfully used it to make her succumb to him.

She can’t say she’s not amused at all when that supposedly innocent piece of clothing article … was now not-so-innocent at all.

Now all she can remember whenever she sees it is how it had looked—tied around her wrists, keeping her hands together as if in prayer, unable to grasp anything to steady herself as Zoro mercilessly pounded her in so many positions she had fucking lost count as her brain short-circuited from too much pleasure.

Goddamn it. That was hot! Really, really, really hot.

And she should stop thinking about it right now. Not when he’s just a few feet away from her and can sense when she’s burning for him, the unmistakable heat pooling in her middle making her rub her feet together as if that would appease it.

How did he turn from an idiotic numbskull to a rather irresistible hunk who was so damn good in sex?

It’s just one of the many wonders of the sea they were sailing.

Stealing one last glance at that sash and the man who owns it, Nami decided it’s better to stay quiet and just let him go about with his business so she’d still have time to reminisce their sexual escapade last night while it’s still fresh in her mind.

Her eye caught the sun beginning to set down the horizon. It will be evening soon and they’ve been sailing without any trouble the whole day… she’ll talk to Franky later about anchoring the ship for the night.

Fingers snapping in front of her face made Nami jerked back slightly, startled at the sudden intrusion.

She blinked at Zoro, who was looking at her amusedly as he crouched down beside her deck chair so they were eye-level.

A pout appeared at her lips just as he asked.

“What are you thinking about?”

Nami’s eyes unconsciously darted from his face to that damned sash tied around his hips.

And a grin immediately appeared on Zoro’s face.

He leaned closer to her… so close that their noses were almost touching. His grey eye flickered all over her face, studying her. It was almost as if he would kiss here right there and then, in the lawn deck of their ship, for all their crewmates to see.

“You want a repeat of last night?” He asked and his grin widened some more at her reaction.

See? There was no way she can hide from him how she absolutely enjoyed their tryst yesterday.

“Come on Nami. I’ll tie you up again and fuck you good.” He whispered lowly on her ear.

Nami felt the heat crawl from where she can feel his hot breath against her skin.

“That’s really raunchy Zoro.”

He laughed at her attempt to call him out when they both know how it definitely turns her on.

Zoro captured one of her hands in his, his thumb rubbing over the soft skin of her wrist, studying the telltale marks left by his sash from their encounter last night.

Then his face broke into a smile. A sweet, rarely seen one, for her eyes only. “Maybe next time,” he murmured as he brought her wrist to his lips for a kiss.

And just like that Nami felt her insides exploded as she stared at him.

Now he’s not just an idiotic numbskull and an irresistible hunk. He’s also an endearing lover.

Remind her again how could she be this lucky?

“Damn it Zoro,” she hissed, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him to her for a heated kiss.

“Ah.” Zoro stopped her as a playful smirk graced his lips. “Not now when there are eyes everywhere.”

And with that he left in her deck chair with her mouth hanging open in disbelief.

Damn it all to hell! Did he just…?

She hastily vacated her chair to chase after him and give him a piece of her mind and a kick or two.

Idiotic numbskull, irresistible hunk, endearing lover…

She also forgot to add that he can be a teasing ass when he wants too.

The overall combination was too appealing and too hard to resist.

Or maybe she really is a sucker for him.

Her eyes settled again at that red sash as she hurried towards him. Zoro just reached the top of the stairs and was about to head to the galley.

A mischievous smirk pulled at the corners of her lips as she reached him.

Nami immediately hooked her fingers on that piece of clothing, stopping him in his tracks,   before pushing him against the galley’s wall.

She pressed herself on him as Zoro gazed down at her looking downright amused. She toyed with the sash, pulling at it slightly for emphasis.

“Let me borrow this later,” she murmured the request against his lips. Teasing. Seducing.  “I’ve got a favor to return in full tonight.”

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zona fanfiction #zoro nami fanfiction #ZoNa Days #zona one-shots #zonamievents #zonamieventstumblr #roronoa zoro #nami

[alx-in-wandering]

— abandoned church (prompt)

“oi, oi, isn’t this kinda sketchy?”

a twig snapped under zoro’s boot as he fumbled his way through the thick undergrowth.

“pipe down, will you,” nami hissed, peeking through the shrubbery and scanning the area for any suspicious figures.

of course, technically, they were the suspicious figures here. an abandoned church was no place for a couple of daring pirates in the mood for some irreverence.

the sunny had docked at the rocky coast of a small, seemingly uninhabited island for the night.

luffy, surprisingly, decided to wait till the morning for adventuring and passed out right after dinner, much to the relief of his crew and to the feigned disappointment of usopp (“ahaha, well, if luffy’s too tired, then there’s no choice! we’ll explore this spooky ghost island, i mean, this totally safe island tomorrow when it’s bright and sunny, and i, the great captain usopp-sama will—” most, except the enraptured chopper, had tuned him out after that).

zoro offered to take first watch. nami asked sanji to bring heavy duty coffee to the library, commenting she’s been behind on her maps lately. when everyone had turned in for the night, the two snuck out of the ship and disappeared into the woods past the coast.

the thousand sunny was enormous, but as it turns out, privacy was hard to come by.

even with the extremely convenient proximity between the library and the gym in the crow’s nest, at any moment, someone would always come in to find a book or squeeze in a workout.

neither zoro nor nami consciously kept their relationship a secret, but somehow, it just felt strange to show any affection in front of the crew and it felt unnecessary to announce anything.

it’ll work out somehow, they figured.

and this is how we find them, making such keen efforts to sneak away.

“heh, they seemed pretty tired,” nami had said, nervously. “we’re doing them a favor by staying out of their way.”

now, her eyes darting wildly across the eerie churchyard, she leapt out of her crouched position and dashed for the exterior wall on the right side of the church.

zoro watched her crouch once more and inch towards the door. cat burglar nami in action.

he sighed. did she forget he had observation haki? apart from the usual nocturnal woodland creatures, he didn’t sense anything in the whole island. probably why luffy wasn’t too pumped about disembarking too; there’s nothing here. apart from this church. which is actually kind of weird, now that he thinks about it.

it was small, a bell tower atop the roof. the wood showed signs of rot at the base. it was definitely old. most likely unsafe.

nami slowly stood up and peered through one of the arched windows but the dust caked on the surface didn’t allow her to see much.

“what are we doing here,” zoro finally asked. “and there’s no one here. you can stop playing ninja.”

“i thought- ahem,” nami turned to him and tucked her hair behind her ear. “i thought we could some exploring of our own.”

her lips formed into a coy smile and started to saunter over to zoro. “we barely- aah!”

the hoot of an owl sent nami screeching in fright and folding back down into a crouching position.

she wrapped her arms around her knees and kept her head down.

zoro came closer and sat on his haunches. placing a hand on her trembling arm, he said, “let’s go back already. you’re scared.”

she peeked out at him. “and then what? we go back to sneaking around on the ship, never getting time alone ‘cause someone might walk in on us? and i thought this would be fun.” her voice lowered into a whisper and zoro almost missed it. “i thought it’d be sexy.”

“what’s sexy is if you’re into it and you’re not scared half to death the whole time. and we don’t have to sneak around.”

nami’s head snapped back up. “what- we’re telling?”

“yeah, it’s not a big deal, i don’t even know why this had to be a secret. besides.” zoro grinned wickedly. “that stupid eyebrow’s going to lose his shit.”

nami rolled her eyes and let him lift her up by hand. she held on till they got back to the coast, all the while insisting that robin had convinced her sex in an abandoned church was supposed to be unparalleled in terms of ambience, to which zoro retorted, “let franky and that gloomy woman enjoy their creepy kinks - just stick to what you like!”

the next morning, the straw hats started filing into the dining room for breakfast. sanji was preparing pirate bentos when zoro and nami walked in, hand in hand.

“WHAT ARE YOU- take your hands off her, shitty swordsman!!”

sanji lunged for zoro and the two, predictably, broke out into a fight. the rest of the crew went about their breakfast as usual, teasing nami about having taken so long.

robin smiled slyly at the navigator. “so was it as fun as i said?”

“not at all! it was creepy!”

nami’s eyes followed zoro as the fight dwindled down and he begrudgingly made his way beside her. sanji grumbled loudly back in the kitchen, throwing threats every now and then towards zoro on making sure he treats nami well.

“things worked out, though,” she conceded to robin.

and things really did.

but after an unfortunate incident involving brook (“i could hardly believe my eyes! even though i don’t have any, yohoho!”) , zoro and nami, two new rules were enforced, for immediate compliance or suffer nami’s wrath: 1) always knock, and 2) library is off limits from 10 pm to 12mn.

—

“i’m just saying, if zoro and nami get to reserve the library for their sex hour, i should get the kitchen to myself for my snack time!”

luffy had many a near-death experience but nothing, not even akainu’s magma-coated fist nor magellan’s poison, came quite close to sanji’s fury that day.

#zona #zonami #zoro x nami #im sorry sanji you dont deserve any more suffering

[warlordgab]

Nami analysis: Luffy will definitely become the Pirate King

This was originally meant to be a collection of a few Nami character moments to defend her from the trend of hate against her. But, a friend of mine got me to make an actual analysis about her given the recent manga developments. It's mostly about some aspects of Nami's growth throughout the series.

Let's start with one memorable scene from Skypiea...

...when Nami kept panicking, Luffy told her she shouldn't stop acting so pathetic for she's a companion of the future Pirate King.

Here, Luffy makes a connection between their success and the certainty of his dream. As in Nami shouldn't fear because Luffy being the future Pirate King means they'll always succeed at the end.

After Luffy gets BFR'd, Nami makes this her earnest belief. Instead of submitting to Enel in fear, or playing along with his plan to ensure her survival, she draws enough courage to take a firm stand...

...and face Enel on her own.

There's even a subtle symbolism in both scene. When Luffy is giving Nami the reason why she shouldn't panic, he gave Nami his treasured hat. And when Nami is about to finally challenge Enel, she grips Luffy's hat. (Oda is an amazing writer!!!)

It's subtle, but you can see Nami drawing courage from Luffy, his values, and his dream, to challenge a monster she had no way of beating

Oda decided to continue Nami's character growth in the movie he wrote, Strong World.

After realizing Shiki (and his army of mutated animals) headed towards East Blue, which included the hometown where her sister and other loved ones lived in, her first response was looking for Luffy...

...instead of panicking like she did in Skypiea, she sought the person that could reassure her everything would be all right. We went from symbolism to something a little bit more straightforward.

Even when Shiki defeated the East Blue team, Nami managed to keep her cool, so she could mess the plans of a legendary pirate who could easily crush her. Even when was caught and left to die, she didn't give up and proved she was willing to die to protect her hometown.

Huge displays of selflessness and actual courage. However, it's interesting to see that, as character moments, they were built upon her growth in Skypiea and Arlong Park. Why can we say that?

In Arlong Park she realized there are burdens, and even emotional luggage, she couldn't carry on her own so she had to rely on others to keep going. In Skypiea, she drew the strength needed to face overwhelming odds from Luffy.

Now, Luffy described Nami as their vanguard against Shiki, which indicates he knew that Nami was trying to fight Shiki's army from the inside. But, she never planned to carry this burden on her own. Luffy instilled in her the belief that being the companion of the future Pirate King means they'll suceed regardless of the setbacks they may suffer. At the end of the movie, we get the twist that Nami not only believes in Luffy...

...she gets embarrassed about the recorded proof of her faith in her captain when she realized Luffy didn't hear it. Arlong Park and Skypiea laid the groundwork for her belief, while Strong World solidified it.

Also, it’s worth noting her stand against Shiki is reminiscent of the brave attitude displayed by Silk (Nami’s earliest prototype) from One Piece’s first pilot: Romance Dawn V.1

A girl who was more than willing to fight in order to protect her hometown and her loved ones regardless of the foe. Was that intentional on Oda’s part? Who knows...

Now, how did Nami character change post-timeskip?

If we stick to the manga, everything they've been through so far had strengthened her faith and trust in Luffy and his dream. We can see it in the Wholecake arc...

... when facing Cracker, Nami declares with absolute confidence that the fact Luffy is the future Pirate King is pretty much the guarantee of their victory. Not everyone invokes a NLF when talking about Luffy.

So, when Sanji goes as far as brutalizing Luffy, and trash-talking his dream, Nami's response was... 

...which makes a lot of sense given how her confidence on the future, and part of her growth as a person, are tied to Luffy's dream.

The disrespect Sanji was forced to show now can be used as a contrast given recent developments; when Nami was in a life-or-death situation, scared and helpless before an enemy she couldn't beat on her own, she was offered a way out: disavow Luffy's dream of becoming the Pirate King...

... However, even when facing certain death, having no other way to defend herself or run away, Nami couldn't lie about Luffy becoming the Pirate King, not even to say her life. In the japanese version she answers: "Luffy will become the Pirate King... definitely"

We've seen Nami lying to weasel her way out of danger, but this time, she's literally incapable of lying about the fact Luffy will reach his goal. From her perspective that's a truth you simply cannot deny or reject under any circumstances.

That's an outstanding display of loyalty, but the overall theme connecting this moment to previous showings is "faith."

From Skypiea, she was told being a companion of the Pirate King ensured success, in Strong World, she was embarrassed to admit how strong was her faith and trust in Luffy. Post-timeskip, we now see her shouting it confidently to the enermy, and now she believes in Luffy so much, that not even facing death can make her say otherwise. That's how you develop a character!

I know I left out the Drum arc, Water 7, Shabaody, Fishman Island, Punk Hazard (Bellemere would be proud), Dressrosa, and Zou... but, it would take months and a kilometric post to cover hundreds of chapters worth of development. I only covered the essentials.

If you want more, check out the author's works; the manga and the Film series (SW, Z, and GOLD).

Point is, Nami is a great character who truly deserves to be described as “queenly,” not only because Oda said so, but also for her progression during this long-running story

BONUS:

Finally, I’m going to address an ugly trend in the west. Nami had been getting a lot of hate as of recent years. Even highly influential figures within the fandom tend to put down Nami. Many belittle her character, and they even compare her to other series’ characters that get treated as “chew toys” by their respective fandoms.

Why so much hate for Nami’s character?

Short answer: she has been dealt a bad hand

First, her role in the story and the crew puts her at odds with fans of characters they usually hype as greater figures of authority and power within the strawhat group. She commands too much authority, and that make fans pretty insecure about their favorite character’s position.

Along with this factor, there’s the fact she’s the most “human” in a crew (and a world) filled with superhuman people. Haters probably feel that someone so normal shouldn’t have so much agency. Specially when compared to other women

Speaking of which, that’s another reason why Nami gets so much hate. Her role as a heroine, and her superior navigation skills, makes her an incredibly important character to this story. And that makes the fans hyping other females see her a threat to their favorites’ position, like some sort of competion.

Which leads me to the other point people hate her: Nami’s relationship with Luffy. She’s closer to Luffy than many other women, which include more powerful and overhyped girls, and yes I said girls, because there’s more than one powerful female characters getting that hype

Last factor I’m going to mention is the pettiest of all: the way she responds to other characters. You probably realized that she reacted quite well to Inuarashi’s and Tonoyasu’s compliments, right? Well, thing is many fans want her to respond in a similar manner to their favorite character(s). Problem is that she doesn’t...

She’s a fiery woman with a lot of agency that doesn’t fall for flirting nor physical aesthetics, while challenging the main characters’ decisions, and/or questioning their idiocy. Meanwhile, there are physically stronger women who are far more submissive and/or subservient...

Overall, she’s on a bad position in the west.

Regardless of what haters feel or think, Nami is an amazing character that deserves as much love as she gets in Japan (probably even more). So, screw the morons trying put her down and/or failing to understand her worth. She’s the “queen,” and people should bow

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