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shankschewtoy · 7 months

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Can I request Zoro, Luffy and Sanji reacting to their partner having an allergic reaction, like it’s so bad they can’t breathe. Perhaps it’s a new dish sanji had made and their partner didn’t know they were allergic to something in the dish until now. :D

a/n - this is supposed to be serious but if you know me I can’t be serious with one piece characters most of the time 😭 sorry anon but there’s crack in zoro’s and luffy’s💀🫶

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, reader has allergies, crack (zoro and Luffy’s part)

- lunch is Luffy’s favorite time of the day, nothing can stop him from eating lunch (it’s important to have 5 meals a day obviously 💀)

- there’s breakfast, breakfast 2, lunch, after-lunch meal, dinner, and then dessert (there’s like two deserts but he doesn’t think it counts as a meal)

- today, Sanji decided to use a sea king Luffy absolutely destroyed (it tried to steal his breakfast, rip sea king)

- it looked a bit sketchy, but Sanji can cook anything and make it taste good-

- but even as he was cooking it, the smell of it that filled the sunny made you a bit woozy, causing you to become quite fatigued

- luffy was too focused on how excited he was to eat it, so he didn’t notice your symptoms. He was literally drooling all over the poor sunny. it was gross asf

- bro couldn’t wait so he ate the ladle Sanji was smacking him with 💀💀💀💀💀

- “LUFFY SPIT OUT THE LADLE I NEED IT.” -Sanji

- “I GOT A SPLINTER IN MY THROAT AGSJBSISBDJFNC-“ -luffy (he’s choking on the wood)

- “LUFFY NOOO-” -chopper

- when the time finally came to eat, you were only starting to feel worse, that stench of the meat was making you even more nauseated than before

- you had started to cough more frequently, having a constant itch in your throat that just wouldn’t go away

- “Are you alright y/n?” -robin (shes so caring 😭🫶)

- “I’m ok robin- thank you.”

- you tried playing it off as nothing, but it was getting hard to breathe, your vision becoming blurry as you sat down next to Luffy at the table

- you tried to take a bite, barely being able to swallow it, struggling to get the food down

- “Y/n.. Do you not like it?” -Sanji

- you stared down at your hands, and you noticed that little red dots had started to form on your knuckles, spreading down your wrists

- you couldn’t breathe.

- “Y/n…? Helloooo?” -luffy

- he tried waving his hand in front of your face, but you ended up passing out onto the table face first

- “OH MY GOD Y/N DIED.” -luffy bro you suck 💀💀💀

- chopper immediately rushed over, having to literally shove Luffy away from you so he could inspect you

- cue Luffy running around in circles freaking out about how you died in front of him (like ace)

- “IM SUCH A BAD BOYFRIEND I LET Y/N DIE IN FRONT OF ME-“

- it turned out you were allergic to this specific type of sea king, and chopper managed to give you some medicine to help you feel better

- Sanji kept apologizing, making sure that he would never cook this again in the future

- “ARE YOU OK Y/N?! HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?” -luffy (he’s holding four fingers up but this dumbass can’t count)

- “Four.” -you

- “CHOPPER Y/N’S DYING SHE THINKS IM HOLDING UP 4 FINGERS AGSOWBDOSNDJNFOXNC-“

- omfg Luffy pls 😭

- you love this guy but he’s dumb af

- Sanji absolutely adores cooking for you, he’d do it every minute if you wanted 🫶

- he practically knows every single dish you like by heart, and can recite all your favorite fruits and vegetables

- he always loves making new recipes for you to try, you’re his most trusted taste tester! (It’s not luffy- bro would eat the food and the plate too so he’s disqualified)

- today, he wanted to try a new take on some foreign food items he got from the market

- he hadn’t ever seen these before, but he had a knack for knowing which things would be delicious and rich in nutrients

- ever since the smell of the food traveled onto the sunny, you noticed that it was harder to take deep, full breaths.. but maybe it was just because the air was thin

- it didn’t go away. It only continued to worsen as Sanji kept cooking

- soon you started to cough, and have shortness of breath

- Sanji quickly stopped smoking, thinking that perhaps it was because of him. And he took you outside for a moment for you to get some fresh air

- your symptoms just wouldn’t go away! Irritatingly lingering around like some insect

- the time came to test out the new food, and your cough had worsened, your heartbeat racing from your lungs struggling to breathe

- it tasted good.. But the moment it traveled down your throat, you could feel it closing, as if your airways were completely blocked

- Sanji noticed it right away, and ran off in a panic to get chopper, supporting you from behind as chopper inspected your throat

- Sanji didn’t know what to do.. He wasn’t a doctor. But he knew he had to do whatever he could to make you feel better. He hated seeing you in pain!

- his hands carefully held you up as he allowed you to rest against his chest. Chopper confirmed that it was a severe allergic reaction to the food… And Sanji couldn’t believe that he was the one that caused this

- he immediately made Luffy scarf the food down to get it away from you, and made a mental note to get mad at the merchant that sold him the meat later (anything for y/n 🫶🫶)

- he did whatever he could to make you feel better.. Water? He’s already got it. Take you to bed? Of course! A nice blanket? You don’t even have to ask

- he felt so guilty! He never meant to make you have an allergic reaction like that.. He kept apologizing- over and over

- “Y/n- I’m so sorry.. I didn’t know you were allergic to that. I swear I’ll never cook it again, do you need anything? Water? I’ll get it for you! I’m sorry- you don’t have to forgive me- it’s completely my fault.”

- poor guy was ranting about how he doesn’t deserve you anymore 😭

- you had to reassure the man that it was alright, and that you turned out to be alright in the end!

- “No but seriously please don’t cook that again I think I almost died.” -you

- “IM SORRY Y/N IM SO SORRY-“ -Sanji

- bro is literally on his knees begging for forgiveness 💀

- zoro’s solution to anything health related would either be to sleep, drink, or take a shit

- stomach hurts? Take a shit

- feeling stressed? Take a shit

- need a break? Take a shit (copyrighted by zoro)

- he’s a tough guy, and he’s not very smart sometimes 💀

- but you love the marimo nonetheless 🫶

- he had just finished his 29th fight with Sanji today, and it was right on time for lunch

- you were amazed by how Sanji could argue and still try to kick zoro’s head off at the same time

- today, you felt oddly stiff and uncomfortable, were you getting sick?

- you didn’t start feeling under the weather until Sanji started cooking lunch… But you didn’t pay attention to that, you tried to press on and bare through it with a grin

- it got harder and harder, and your head started hurting next.

- “Your head hurts? Did you shit today?” -zoro

- “What the fuck does my shit have to do with my head zoro?”

- he’s dumb just leave him be

- of course he’s concerned for you, he just doesn’t know how to help you 👍

- he continued eating his lunch, and you managed to take a bite of yours after a couple minutes of mustering up the strength

- you couldn’t breathe

- you started panicking, grabbing zoro’s arm to tell him something’s wrong. This wasn’t just a cold- this was something BAD

- “Y/n? What the hell? You look horrible rn-“ -zoro (did he just insult you 😭)

- he finally realized that something was really wrong- and he started freaking out-

- he started slapping your back to try and get you to spit out the food- he thought you were maybe choking

- “Y/N? ARE YOU CHOKING? STOP CHOKING.” -zoro (wow zoro you’re so helpful 💀💀💀)

- you thought he’d be helpful? Yeah nah 😭

- bro was literally abusing your poor back, you swore he broke some kind of muscle back there

- chopper ran over, quickly inspecting you before deducing that it was an allergic reaction to the food

- “What the hell’s an allergy??” -zoro

- “It’s when people’s bodies don’t like a certain object or thing- it makes them cough or sneeze and maybe even does what it did to y/n.” -chopper

- Mosshead is so confused right now (he’s never been sick 💀)

- You started feeling better after chopper gave you some medicine to clear your system of the food.. And thank god- you felt so much better than before

- “Y/n you could’ve just shit out the food.” -zoro

- “I CANT SHIT ON COMMAND YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER-“

a/n - Luffy can’t count 💪

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cinnbar-bun · 3 months

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Gifts OP Characters Give you for Valentine’s Day

Rating: SFW

A/n: happy Valentine’s Day!! Enjoy this short little thing. Vday is kinda messy for me cuz I’m allergic to chocolate so 😭 Oofie lmao. Chopper is platonic only!!!

Luffy: He is very earnest and most of his “affection” is shown through actions, so he’ll probably be more physically affectionate and want you by his side all day. Would gift you some food to share and maybe a single flower (he accidentally crushed it but it’s so cute)

Zoro: Your favorite drink. He probably would drink lots of sake, but if you don’t drink sake/alcohol in general, he buys you your favorite soda, coffee, tea, or sparkling juice etc. to drink beside you. Prefers a more romantic gesture of drinking at night alone with you under the stars.

Nami: Chocolate covered tangerines. Or if you’re allergic to both/either/don’t care for those, she gives you a nice piece of matching jewelry to wear with her.

Usopp: A heart-shaped device. Dunno what that device would specifically be but it’s probably based on whatever you needed and he decided to spruce it up for you.

Sanji: Mr. Prince does everything. Bugs you two dozen glitter roses, large teddy bears, and heart shaped everythings. Gives the gifts to you all day and makes sure to make a romantic vday dinner with you. Lots of kisses.

Chopper: cotton candy!!! And it’s pink!!! And kinda looks like a heart!! (Please ignore the way he wants to take a bite of it… or don’t and just forfeit all your possessions to him).

Robin: A lovely scrapbook and some flowers. She likes homemade gifts for you and her, so she made sure to buy those for you to always carry the memories you two shared with each other.

Franky: a miniature boat with figures of you and him he dubs the ‘love boat’. It’s so cheesy but it’s so expertly crafted and made you can’t help but be l happy about it.

Brook: a new song just for you. Brook is always happy to perform for you, and you’re his biggest muse so he’s always got you on the brain. He crafts a love song just to express his feelings for you.

Jinbei: a nice new tea and some desserts for you two to indulge in and relax with. Sweets are always better with you <3

Buggy: New makeup and a matching outfit with him. He loves when your outfits complement his so he wants to have you dress up in a similar fashion to him!

Mihawk: Nice homemade meals and a romantic dinner. He’s extra attentive and romantic today, making sure to pepper you in kisses and hold you close to him.

Crocodile: Expensive gifts made with gold and lots of flowers. Excess is the name, and that’s Crocodile’s game. He is happy to present you with a room full of gifts and then murmur to you he is happy to have you beside him the rest of the day (and night).

Law: Says he doesn’t believe in this yet he got you nice (and a healthier version) of some of your favorite foods. Also some flowers too, which he extensively looked up the meaning of so he could confess the feelings he’s too tsun to admit (if you care to notice-)

Corazon: Says you don’t need a gift, since your love is the best gift in the world. Just kidding, he gets you flowers and offers to take the day off to just do whatever you want.

Doflamingo: Awwwww you were expecting flowers? Maybe even chocolates? No, he’s got you a new outfit and you better be ready soon cuz he’s got a reservation at a fancy restaurant for the both of you.

Shanks: Also says you don’t need a gift because he’s the greatest thing ever and your love is just so strong with each other and- okay okay, he’s being serious now. He got you that one trinket you were eyeing at the island back there that you thought he didn’t notice you were eyeing but he did because he’s like that.

Beckman: Gruff man who is offering to take care of you today and make sure you’re completely relaxed and not lifting a finger. If the others try to get you to work, he’s lecturing them. Also wants to just spend time with you quietly.

Ace: Big teddy bear!!! It’s so cute!!! Just like you!!! He had to get it!! Might also accidentally set it on fire from getting flustered when you kiss his cheek.

Sabo: Gentleman- he gets you traditional gifts associated with Valentines Day, but then offers to take you to an untraditional date spot.

Koala: Girl put her hardest effort into making your favorite sweets/food. She wants a romantic meal with you and to spend time not working for a night.

Perona: … hello??? You’re supposed to be getting HER gifts??? She’s a princess, why are you bugging? Okay… she’ll admit, she made you a cute gothic outfit so you can be just as cute as her. She demands romantic movies and cuddles.

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 5 months

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Chocolate-flavoured lips (part 1)

Sanji x reader (romantic); Nami x reader (platonic). This is part one of two.

Hurt/comfort, romance. NSFW. Mentions of heavy themes - slavery, (briefly) eating disorders.

*****

There was something strange about you; Sanji knew it from the very first day.

It didn't bother him, of course. As far as he was concerned, a pretty girl like you had the right to be any definition of odd, weird or bizarre she liked. Also, you were a friend of Luffy, and a member of his crew: being strange was almost a preliminary condition. You were kind, friendly, a capable doctor, and he just needed to think about the way your hips moved as you walked, rolling like the waves on the calm surface of the sea and making your buttocks sway in such a pleasant and enticing manner, to feel butterflies in his stomach.

So, he wasn't worried. He didn't think you posed a danger to the rest of the crew, or were hiding something beyond personal matters everyone was entitled to keep to themselves. He was simply... intrigued, his curiosity aroused by a probably unimportant matter, that a person in his position could not help noticing: your relationship with food.

Being the ship's cook, Sanji had been quick to learn his new crewmates' eating habits. He knew Luffy would eat next to anything but preferred meat; that Zoro cared more about alcohol than solid food but disliked rice balls; that the fastest way to put Nami in a good mood was to serve her the tangerines of the little tree she had taken with her from her village, either at the end of a meal or freshly squeezed in a juice; that Usopp needed more coffee than anyone else in the morning and was allergic to peanuts. Simple things, little tricks that perhaps his crewmates didn't even know he had noticed and remembered; but that was fine by Sanji, and as long as the others were satisfied as they stood from the table, he was as well.

And then there was you; you, who had insisted you had no favourite food or a particular aversion to anything, and who never failed to say "That was amazing, Sanji-kun." at the end of each meal, before offering to help him with the dishes. You, who seemed grateful and even relieved of any morsel of food you were given and who Sanji could not believe ate so little.

It was disconcerting. On his first morning on the ship, after he had gotten up extra early to prepare a good breakfast for the rest of the crew, he had been disappointed to hear you request "Just a cup of coffee, Sanji-kun, if you can." ignoring the eggs, bagels, waffles and pancakes (with three different sauces!) he had prepared to thank his new friends for welcoming him among them. It all looked fantastic, you had hurried to add noting his dismayed expression, but you were still full from the previous evening.

Which, Sanji supposed, was a legitimate explaination... or at least it would have been, if you hadn't told him the very same thing on the next morning, and then on the next, and so on. In the end, he stopped asking, and switched to present you with the largest coffee cup he had found, almost the size of a beer mug, as soon as you entered the kitchen; and the grateful, still sleepy but happy smile you never failed to thank him with was enough to heal him from any disappointment... even if it was more than a little weird to see you limit yourself to your drink while the others gorged. A single cup of coffee, that was what you wanted for the most important meal of the day: nothing solid. A coffee... with a single drop of milk, which sometimes you looked almost guilty adding to your cup.

Sanji was no doctor, but he knew that people needed food to remain healthy and as an energy source; moreover, Zeff had often told him, pirates needed to eat well and abundantly, since managing a ship was laborious work, they could be called to fight at any moment and never knew for sure when they would eat next. It made sense (most of what his old mentor and adoptive father taught him did, even though Sanji had been loathe to admit it) and it could not be denied all the Straw Hat pirates had an healthy appetite, especially after a fight or if they had something to celebrate.

Except you.

You ate like a bird, so much that sometimes there was no need to clean your plate, and just a few morsels were enough to make you say "I am full, thank you." At first, Sanji thought you simply didn't like his cooking, which would have been a reasonable, albeit embarrassing, explanation, and were simply too kind to tell him. Already feeling guilty his cooking had forced you to go hungry, instead of enjoying your lunches and dinner like the rest of the crew, Sanji pulled you aside one day (you were wearing a new dress, he noticed; it looked amazing on you, but after all, what didn't?) and asked to know what exactly you liked to eat, if there was a food you particularly enjoyed, and what exactly he was doing wrong: he was grateful you were trying to spare his feelings, but his pride as a cook demanded each and every of his crewmates were satisfied with the food he prepared, even if it meant spending his nights experimenting with new ingredients and techniques, or prepare your lunches and dinners separately from those of the others.

In response, you blinked, clearly perplexed. "I... I don't understand, Sanji-kun. There is nothing wrong with your cooking; everything you prepare is delicious."

You were alone in the kitchen, after you had as usual offered to help him with the washing, side by side in front of the sink, close enough he could see how plush your lips looked, especially with that new lipstick Nami had helped you choose... and especially when you used them to say his name. "I'm sorry, maybe I should have told you before, I didn't mean to seem ungrateful..."

Sanji hurried to explain you had done nothing wrong. "It is just... you eat so little, I was afraid you were limiting yourself to only what you needed to survive because there was something wrong with the taste..."

"There is not! Absolutely. To be honest, I didn't even know food could taste so good. I know you didn't train as a bartender, but even your coffee is amazing!"

The evident sincerity and gratitude in your voice had been a balm for Sanji's soul; his new crewmates were not avaricious with compliments for his cooking, but knowing you enjoyed it made him particularly happy. Still...

"It is just that... you really eat little." he added, feeling that now that he had raised the topic that had given him so much to think about in the last days, he couldn't simply let it go until he had received a satisfactory answer "Not only much less than the others, but too little for an adult woman to remain in good health. This... worried me, a little bit. I don't want you to starve, (name)."

"There is no need to fear."

"That can't be right. You need..."

"Truly. I appreciate your concern, but you have no reason to be troubled." you insisted; your tone was still the friendly, kind one Sanji had learnt to know since you had become acquainted, but at the same time there was a new determination in your voice, as if you were subtly warning him against insisting... as if you wanted to end that conversation, or at least to change the topic, as soon as you could "If I ever feel hungry, or in the unlikely case you serve us something I dislike, I will tell you, I promise."

That should have been enough to reassure Sanji, and it had been - sort of. In the end, he had told himself, there really was nothing to worry about; they had more than enough food for everyone on the ship, and as a doctor, you had to know the benefits of an healthy nutrition better than anyone else. Not everyone could be a bottomless pit like Luffy!

Still. Still, your relationship with food was something he really couldn't make sense of, and that kept arousing his curiosity, no matter how many times Sanji told himself he had no reason, and even less the right, to stick his nose in your business.

Then there was your interest in the kitchen leftovers. Zeff had taught him that wasting food, either letting it go bad or simply because one didn't like it or didn't know how to make use of it, was the greatest shame for a cook, as well as an imprudent behaviour for someone who could not go to the store every time they wanted, since they travelled by sea. That had been a lesson Sanji had taken to heart, the terrible memories of the weeks he had spent eating rotten food, including moldy bread, before he and his mentor had been saved, still vivid in his memory. He had promised himself to never waste food; it was not always easy to serve fruit (including Nami's tangerines) and vegetables on the ship, but at least rice, legumes and oatmeal could last for months if properly stored, and the Merry's kitchen had a large fridge he could use to increase the aliments' durability. Sanji knew it was unpleasant to eat the same dish for three days in a row because one of the ingredient was going to spoil soon, but he had never thrown away a single head of lettuce gone bad and didn't intend to start now.

Still, his caution in using food efficiently and preserve it as long as it could be was nothing compared to yours. "This was really good, but I am full; can you please set it aside, Sanji-kun, so I can eat it tomorrow?" you were in the habit to say to him, after a meal you had clearly enjoyed, but at the end of which your plate was still half-full. Every time, he assured you he would, even setting a small area in the fridge aside especially for your food, since you didn't want anyone else to have to eat what you had touched; every time, you thanked him with the sort of smile and gratitude in your eyes that could have melt an iceberg, and then made sure to eat what you had saved from the previous meal. That was normal; that was something he could understand and even approve, since Sanji could never be friends with someone who wasted food in any way.

It was only when he found you taking scraps from the garbage can that he started worrying.

"(Name)? Is that you?" Sanji asked, undisguised astonishment in his voice; he had woken up in the middle of the night, and decided a glass of hot milk was just what he needed to go back to sleep. He expected the kitchen to be empty given the time, but even if you had also woken up craving a midnight drink or snack, that would have been fine with him; but the scene in front of him was enough to leave Sanji speechless.

You were kneeling in front of the large bin he used to throw away food and other perishable products, busy digging through it barehanded. On a plate on the floor next to you was the loot of your search: a few pieces of apple peel, half - no, a third of a chicken leg, a couple spoonfuls of tomato sauce he had used to season the pasta, and a few half-brown leaves of salad.

Caught in the act, you gaped, suddenly terrified as if you had been seen standing next to a dead body with a bloody knife in your hand. "Sanji-kun..."

"What are you doing?" he asked, flabbergasted; he didn't mean to sound accusing, let alone aggressive, but he saw you flinch as you stood and backed away from the bin and the plate, as if to put as much distance as you could between you and the incriminating evidence.

"I... I just wanted to..."

You looked so helpless, so embarrassed and even fearful of what he could think or do, Sanji felt he needed to reassure you, even though he couldn't even begin to understand what you were doing.

"It's all right; you did nothing wrong." he gently added as he approached; he lifted the plate you had prepared, and as he contemplated the miserable meal you had put together, he felt as if he was ten years old again, forced to order his stomach to swallow the moldy food he had left. What in the world had led you to want to eat that? He knew there were some situations, both on ships and on land, in which stealing food was treated as a major crime and punished accordingly, but he could not believe that was what had motivated you "It is just... well, if you were hungry you could simply take something from the fridge or the pantry. Even if I noticed, I wouldn't be crossed, and Luffy even less. I don't want you to have to resort..."

"I wasn't hungry."

"... no?"

"Not at all. I ate more than enough at dinner, as usual; that pasta was the best I had ever had." you assured as you smiled shyly at him; as usual, that was enough to make his heart skip a beat "It is just... I saw you throw these things away while you prepared, and I thought they were still usable..."

"But they are not."

"They are. Maybe they would not be as tasty as they were three days ago, but they are still edible." you insisted; you looked at him, and bitterness blossomed in your smile "You think I am mad, don't you?"

He didn't. But... "I don't, but..." Sanji hesitated, wondering how to give voice to his thoughts without risking to offend you. Was this the first time you did it, or was it a recurring behaviour? After all he didn't keep track of the content of the garbage can, who would?, and the thought of you, slipping out of your cabin every night to rummage in it looking for half-edible food was... it was heartbreaking, whatever the reason "But I don't want you to have to eat scraps when there is healthy, good food just three steps away. You remember what I told you and the others about my past?"

"Of course I do."

"Then you'll believe me when I say I never throw away something that is still safe to eat; eating spoiled food could make you sick, you must know it better than I do. And the fact that you are taking it back from the garbage can means it is dirty, which is also a danger to your health."

"I know, I am sorry..."

"(name)." Sanji said, leaving the plate on the kitchen counter to take your hands in his; was this the first physical contact between the two of you, in more than a month since you had first met? It probably was, he reflected, if one did not consider your fingers brushing against each other when he passed you a fork or a plate. It felt sweet, somehow; it felt right "Please. You don't have to explain anything to me. I know I am not your father and you are an adult, but... what would you do if you found out one of your crewmates did that?"

"I would ask them to stop." you admitted "As a doctor, and as a friend."

"Exactly. And as your friend, and as a cook, I ask you not to do it anymore. Throwing away spoiled food is perfectly reasonable; and between the two of us, we waste so little already."

"All right." you capitulated; you looked shyly at him, still clearly ill at ease "I won't do that anymore, you have my word."

Sanji was happy to hear that, and he was even happier when you accepted his proposal for a glass of warm milk, that the two of you drank sitting face to face in a companionable silence, your knees touching his under the table. Before leaving, he returned the scraps you had taken out to the garbage can, hoping in his heart that no more recuperations would occur.

"You will not... tell anyone, will you?" you murmured as you both left the kitchen, a moment before you had to part to return to your respective cabins. Sanji looked at you, displaying his most bewildered expression.

"Tell anyone what?" he asked, happy to see you smile once more, this time full of gratefulness.

"Thank you, Sanji-kun." you murmured; a moment of hesitation, and then your lips were pressed against his cheek, the touch chaste and brief but resolute. He barely had the time to realize what was happening (you were kissing him. You were kissing him. You were kissing him!!) that you had left already, scuttling away along the corridor in the direction of your cabin.

Momentarily forgetful of the situation he had found you in, Sanji was happy no one else was awake on the ship in that moment and could see how furiously he had blushed.

In the next weeks, Sanji ordered himself not to monitor the content of the garbage can in the kitchen, like he was often tempted to do; he even went as far as closing his eyes as he cleaned the dishes into it after a meal (even though a couple of times he ended up spilling the scraps on the floor; Zoro saw once, and looked strangely at him) determined to remain in the dark regarding a matter that concerned you and you alone. You had given him his word, and as far as Sanji was concerned, that was enough; you were free to do as you deemed right, and if he ever found out you had broken your word, his reaction would have been of worry, rather than of disappointment.

Still, he couldn't help being worried, especially after a conversation with Nami, one day the whole crew was setting out to explore the new island they had just reached.

"Do you want us to buy something for dinner?" the red-haired navigator asked him; as usual, she and you had decided to have a walk together, perhaps do some shopping. Sanji, who as a rule preferred taking care of the grocery shopping himself, blinked.

"No, thank you. I'll do it, as usual."

"Are you sure?" Nami insisted, having noticed the confusion on the cook's expression "Because you had asked (name) to buy a few things last week, so I thought..."

"... I did what?""

And so he learnt that just a week before, on the last island you had visited, you had gotten separated and Nami had seen you coming out of a large grocery store, your purchases in a bag. Didn't Sanji take care of food shopping yesterday after we docked, as usual?, she had asked, surprised, and you had told her he had asked you to buy a couple of things he had forgotten.

"... but judging from your expression it was a lie. Am I right? I did notice (name) looked... flustered as we spoke..."

They looked at each other, suddenly worried for a reason neither could quite grasp. They were the last ones still on the ship, their friends waiting for them on the pier; you were laughing at something Usopp was telling you, the image of a happy, serene girl without a worry in the world.

Sanji had long started suspecting that image was fake, an illusion you deliberately projected to others, but perhaps he had not yet realized how much.

"You guys are coming?" Luffy called; Sanji smiled and waved back, aware you were looking at him, but immediately dropped the act as he spoke to Nami in a whisper.

"You guys go. Whatever happens, do not let (name) come back to the ship before I have caught up."

"What? Why are you...?"

"Nami, please. There is something important I need to do."

"Then I want to know it." the navigator whispered back urgently "(name) is my friend; if she is... in danger, or if there is something worrying her, I want to know. I want to help her."

She was clearly sincere; as the only girls in the crew, the two of you shared a cabin, but what had started as a forced cohabitation had quickly developed in a firm friendship. If even Nami had no idea of what bothered you, it had to be nothing... or something so important you were determined to keep hidden.

"Nami, please." he whispered; he hadn't meant to sound desperate, but the navigator chose to relent.

"All right. But if you do find something I want to know." she ordered; then, she skipped towards the pier, and towards you. A moment later she had slipped her arm through yours, decisively leading you away from the ship.

Sanji's heart was heavy with guilt as he, a minute later, opened the door of the girls' cabin. The room was as large as the one he shared with Luffy, Usopp and Zoro, even though only two bunks were occupied; he knew yours was the one on the left. Not knowing what exactly he was looking for, Sanji started inspecting the bed, checking the space under the frame, then under the mattress, and finally under the pillow; he found absolutely nothing but a few dust bunnies on the floor. The small table next to the bed was empty but for a pocket book you had bought a couple islands before, and the only other element in your area, a small locker facing the end of the bed, contained only your clothes, medical tools neatly arranged on a shelf and a few toiletries and cosmetics.

A complete failure; he had invaded your privacy, rummaging through your things like a thief looking for valuables to steal and embroiling Nami, your best friend, in his plan. All for nothing. What exactly did he expect to find? Sanji had no reason to suspect you were up to something wrong, illegal, or that could endanger you or the rest of the crew. Maybe on that day you had entered the grocery store to buy some personal hygiene products, or something else you were too embarrassed or simply wanted not to share with the others, and he had no right to stick his nose in your business like he just had. Sanji only had your best interests at heart, still fearing your unusual eating habits were due to an health problem or a disorder that could potentially endanger you, but he had to admit it: he had no reason and no right to do what he had just done, and if the roles were reversed he would have been furious.

Sanji made sure to leave everything like he had found it, including the folded blanket at the end of the bed, and as he was leaving the cabin an unexpected but familiar noise reached his ears... a creaking sound, coming from one of the beams of the floor. Nothing he hadn't heard a thousand times before, he vaguely thought, even though the Merry had set sail barely a few weeks before and it was otherwise in pristine condition, it was a bit surprising that the flooring was already damaged...

Unless...

The creaking beam was just next to your bed; Sanji kneeled, and moved away the small rug covering it, the one that he remembered you had brought soon after leaving the Baratie. He had no experience in carpentry, but he immediately realized the beam had been broken and then put back in its place like a lid; in the space under it, Sanji found some food, no doubt the things Nami had seen you leave the shop with a week ago, and a cutlery set, wrapped in a napkin. A box of cookies; three different bean cans; a bag of carrots; two pieces of hard cheese; a water bottle. Simple, cheap aliments that you could eat secretly as soon as your roommate had left the room, without anyone knowing, and that could be kept hidden for a while before going bad.

Seeing that measly loot that you had nonetheless done your best to conceal, as if you feared to be forced to starve or to need in any case to find sustenance for yourself, broke Sanji's heart. He delicately put the beam and then the rug back in their place; he left the cabin, closing the door behind him, and hurried to catch up with the rest of the crew.

When he joined the others, Nami was quick to meet his gaze questioningly; Sanji answered with a mute, but determined, shake of his head. He didn't doubt the navigator would keep his (well, your) secret, and would do everything she could to help; but he felt already tremendously guilty for what he had done, and the least he could do was to prevent anyone else from meddling in your affairs... which he still couldn't make heads or tails of.

You ate as little as a bird. You saved your food scrupolously, and were willing to eat even half-spoiled aliments. You bought food with your own money and hid it in your room, as if you feared your (regular, abundant and, not to brag, delicious) meals to be taken from you. Why? He could not stop wondering; he could not stop feeling there was a very serious, probably heartbreaking reason behind your behaviour, and Sanji wanted to know the truth, not simply out of curiosity or because his pride as a cook had been hurt. He was worried for you, because... well, because you were his friend, and he was yours, and he wanted you to be happy.

That was all. From now on, Sanji promised himself as he joined the little group who was reaching the centre of the village, he would stop sticking his nose into your business, but he would do his best to offer you friendship and support, in case you needed them.

He was going to leave the others and ask for directions to the local market, but he got an idea when he and the others walked past a cute ice-cream parlour; many people were sitting at the round tables outside under a green-roofed veranda, including quite a few couples. Evidently it was a popular place for a date...

Talk about killing two birds with one stone. "(name), do you like ice-cream?" he asked as he approached; you, until then busy listening to another of Usopp's tales, blinked, clearly taken aback.

"Ice-cream? I... I don't think I've ever eaten one."

Sanji was so focused on his little plan he didn't really notice that surprising statement. "Well, you'll love it, I promise. Shall we go? My treat."

"Oh, that's a great idea! We could..." Luffy intervened, right before Nami elbowed him into silence. For once, the captain seemed to take the hint. "Oh. All right, we'll do something else."

"Shall we?" Sanji said; it would have been a lie to say he didn't want to see you eat (between meals for the first time since you had met, and more for the pleasure of tasting something good than for simple sustainance) but after all, there were worse way to spend an afternoon than in the company of a pretty girl - a pretty girl who was now blushing furiously as she also caught the implications of that invitation, and then gave him the biggest, happiest smile Sanji had ever seen.

"I'd be happy to, Sanji-kun."

That was the first ice-cream of your life, lemon and vanilla, with whipped cream on top. On the next island the crew visited, the two of you went out together again to the best parlour in town (and then fought a group of mercenaries intent on getting rich with Luffy's bounty) and then you did it again the following week, and again and again. Soon, it became a tradition, a moment you and Sanji shared away from the rest of the world and of the crew; he had decided it was his duty as a cook and as a friend (that had quickly decided he wouldn't mind becoming something more, but still) that it was his duty to introduce you to the joys of good food, and you were happy to help him sample the traditional aliments of the different places your journeys brought you to, but that moment, an ice-cream together... that was only for you. That was special.

"Is this a date?" you asked, unexpectedly bold, as you walked back to the Merry after your third outing; Sanji smiled, suddenly aware of how sweet your cocolate-flavoured lips would taste if he kissed you.

"It depends." he gently answered, perceiving it was not yet time for an approach; it was plain to see you appreciated his company, especially during your little outings, but Sanji had heard you confess to Nami you had never had a boyfriend and the mere idea of being flirted with made you nervous. "It can be whatever you want it to be."

The problem was, Sanji did want to flirt with you. He did want your expeditions in search of the best ice-cream in town to be official dates, and not simply two friends spending time together. He did want to be your boyfriend - a realization that struck him suddenly, one day he saw you happily helping Nami set the table, your eyes sparkling with excitement at something you were telling her, and he found himself unable to look away. He wanted you, because you were one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen, and also so much more.

Sanji never told you he had snooped around in your cabin, and found your little stash; he knew he would have to, if your relationship actually developed beyond a simple friendship, but he had to admit he wasn't looking forward to that moment. He had never gone back to the broken beam under your bedside rug to check whether you kept buying food in secret, or were actually tapping into your provisions, just like he had never checked the content of the garbage can; he was still worried for you, even though he couldn't say exactly why, or what for, but now that he was no longer obsessing about your weird relationship with food he had realized how beautiful and sweet and funny you were, and was determined to give it his best shot.

Sanji fell sick one day, after an unexpectedly early winter had led him to catch a cold. It was nothing dangerous, at least for a young, healthy man, but you remain by his bedside night and day, checking again and again the medicine you had prepared was taking effect, changing the cold washcloth on his forehead, and simply keeping him company. You made him a chicken soup, apologizing in advance for the flavour.

"I am not a great cook; and nothing I could ever make would measure with your dishes." you explained with a tiny smile as you set the tray down on his lap "But it will keep you warm and hydrated; you'll feel better in no time, I promise."

He did, the brief illness only keeping him in bed for three days, but part of him missed having you all to himself, even if just as a patient needing to be assisted, and when he thanked you for your work, you pointed out you had only done your duty as a doctor...

"... but I'm glad I could help you. I... I don't know what I would do if something were to happen to you." you admitted. Sanji smiled, taking both of your hands in his.

"I am not going anywhere." he said; that was a commitment no one was fully capable of making, a pirate perhaps less than anyone, and you both knew it, but that didn't make his words less important, for any of you "I promise you."

Three months after your first ice-cream date, one day you brought the dirty dishes to the sink after dinner and he saw they were empty - all of them, including yours, for the first time. Sanji's heart was bursting; he felt the need to celebrate, and when he saw your smile, he knew he wasn't the only one.

"Everything of your liking, miss?"

"It was all amazing. My compliments to the chef."

That night, he once again felt unable to sleep, and he went to the kitchen for a glass of warm milk; once again, he found you there.

"I couldn't sleep, I swear; I wasn't..." you stammered, a saucepan in your hand, while you used the other to vaguely point at the garbage can five steps away. Sanji smiled to reassure you; he trusted you, and in any case he had nothing to accuse you of.

"You owe me no explanation. You know that."

"I know; but I have always kept my word, and I want you to know."

You drank your milk sitting next to each other, your knees touching under the table, both aware that there was no need to talk. In the end, you looked at him. "Sanji-kun?"

"Yes, (name)?"

You swallowed, as if gathering your courage. "May I... may I kiss you?"

He didn't sleep a wink that night, but laughed softly in his pillow, giddy and excited, the taste of your lips (not of chocolate, or vanilla, or of any of the many ice-cream flavours he had seen you taste in the last weeks; it was something different, sweet and warm and sensual enough to make him loose his mind) still burning on his.

He made you a cake for your birthday, a month later; you ate a large slice, Sanji feeding you part of it with his spoon, and (once the others had left you alone) you let him lick whipped cream off your fingers. "You seem to enjoy eating a little more than when we first met." he whispered as he pressed his lips against yours, your kisses multiplying, neverending, and still not enough to placate the hunger burning in his belly "Does it have to do with the cook, as well as the quality of the food?"

You laughed, sitting in his lap with your arm around his shoulders; still, when you answered, you were more serious than he had ever seen you. "Believe me, Sanji-kun, you have no idea how right you are."

You decided to make it official, letting the rest of the crew know you were a couple (finally was the single, collective answer. Even from Luffy) and promised to keep the PDA at a minimum; Nami hugged you, and winked at Sanji behind your back in a sign of acknowledgment. She knew you were strong, enough to take care of yourself and overcome any obstacle; but she knew how much you cared for Sanji, and was happy and relieved he reciprocated your feelings and would treasure them as you deserved.

Sanji was happy, and you were as well. He drew a milk heart on the surface of your coffee before offering you the mug; you concocted a new migraine medication and brought it to him in a tea cup every time you sensed he needed it, even before he had ask for it. You took care of the dirty dishes together, standing close enough your hip would brush against his; you walked hand in hand, your fingers interwined, or with the comforting weight of his arm around your shoulders. You sometimes argued; you never fought. He wrote to Zeff to tell him about you; you told him how much you wished he could have met your mother. You took his favourite shirt, that Sanji had inadvertently torn during a fight, mended it, and placed it back on his bed as a surprise; on the next morning, he brought you breakfast in bed, and kept you there cuddling for two more hours. He pushed you against the wall to kiss you until you were both breathless; you sat on his lap as you both witnessed the sun disappear behind the horizon.

And then, something else happened - something else weird, and inexplicable, that concerned you and that Sanji didn't know how to interpret.

#One Piece #One Piece Live Action #OPLA #Sanji #Vinsmoke Sanji #Black Leg Sanji #Sanji x reader #Vinsmoke Sanji x reader #Black Leg Sanji x reader #Taz Skylar #Bellona's stuff

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Law: I told you, too much concealer could cause the allergic reaction. Especially when you're buying them from some shady guy! Find a normal concealer, or just drop it

Kid: Well, 'm gonna look ugly then!

Law: Where did that attitude came from? You've always hided your body mutations from people, why?

Kid: Because everyone thinks I'm ugly (And fucking mutant, apparently). I've told you that before and you've drowned me in unwanted compliments!

Luffy: I think you're beautiful, Jaggy

Kid: Why?

Law: What do you mean why?? Can't we just think that you're beautiful without the reason???

Kid: No??

Luffy: I think it's the matter of perception, honestly...

Law: ...Wait... Luffy, do you understand what that word means?

Luffy: Yes, I do. My hypothesis is... That our vision of a person also depends of our relations to them. Like... If I'm gonna look at a person who have caused pain to my friends, I won't count them as beautiful. And it's not the matter of mentality, but a subconscious and objective feelings towards the others around me. If I'll love or care about a person, I subconsciously will find them attractive and beautiful no matter what they'll do. As an example of my hypothesis, I think that my crew is pretty, because I care about them...

Kid and Law: D:

Luffy: So if you need a meaning for my statement... Then I think Jaggy is beautiful because I love him 💛

Kid and Law: ...

Law: Did you just............. Made a logical argument referring to psychology?..

Luffy: Eeeehhh.... If this "psylogeny" is something cool, then yeah!

Luffy: Alright! I'll go find some cool bugs to show you! See ya around! 🌻

Kid: ....

Law: ...

Kid: Traf, I don't mean to ruin the moment... But I kinda have the most weirdest boner right now

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar law #eustass kid #kidlawlu #supernova trio

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pholla-jm · 7 months

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Allergies

IMAGINE: ALLERGIES~ SANJI X READER GENRE: FLUFF WARNINGS: NONE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Anxiety could be a fickle thing. You never wanted to offend anyone, even if it meant it was a huge inconvenience to you. Especially if someone was being nice to you. And as someone as nice as Sanji only made things worse.

When you first joined the crew, everyone was so nice to you. But not as nice as Sanji was. He made you feel different and over time you developed a little crush on him. Of course, you wanted to make yourself perfect for him.

So you started worrying about all the ‘what ifs’. What if my hair isn’t perfect today? Or what if he thinks my laugh is weird? What if something I said upset him? All these what ifs just made your anxiety worse.

So when Sanji placed a plate of fish in front of you, you felt conflicted. You didn’t want to offend Sanji by not eating it. But you were allergic to fish or any seafood for that matter. When your eyes glaze over the table, you notice that the table had an array of seafoods. The only thing that you would be able to eat is the rice.

“Is everything alright mon amour?” You hear Sanji ask causing you to jump a little. “Oh, yes. Everything just looks so good. Deciding what to eat first.” You pick up your chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish.

You nervously looked at the fish. Yes, it did look good. But you haven’t eaten fish in so long that you don’t know how your body was going to react to it.

The last time you ate fish was when you were a child. You were placed in the hospital for the rest of the day because of it. You looked over at Sanji who was happily putting together more plates. Seeing his happy face was all that you needed to build up the courage to put the fish into your mouth. You liked the flavor of it. It was good. As always. Sanji’s cooking is always the best.

There was no reaction when the fish slid down your throat. You took that as a good sign and continued to eat the fish in small portions.

Hopefully, you were able to eat fast so you can get out of there before any reactions set in. However, that was wishful thinking.

“Woah (y/n)! Your face is swollen like a blowfish.” You hear Luffy shout and then laugh.

You brought your hand up to your face and immediately noticed that it was in fact swollen. You were now starting to realize that you were losing feeling in your throat and your face.

“You idiot! Are you allergic to seafood?!” You hear Nami shout at you. “Ahh! I’ll be right back with some medicine!” You hear Chopper scream and scramble out the room.

“N-no. No… I’m fine” Your voice was quiet and hoarse as you tried to stand up from the table. You honestly weren’t sure if anyone heard you.

This situation was becoming more of a disaster. Something that you didn’t want to happen was everyone worrying about you.

You started to stumble towards the door. Hoping that you were able to make it to Chopper’s infirmary before you passed out. You only took two steps before someone picked you up bridal style. You squirmed a bit, trying to get out of this person’s hold, but it proved futile.

“Shh, just stay still (y/n). I’ll bring you to Chopper’s infirmary.” It was Sanji’s voice.

If you were completely conscious, you would be blushing. However, you were slowly starting to lose consciousness. Or maybe it was the fact that your eyes were slowly starting to swell shut. The sudden thought of Sanji seeing you like this filled you up with dread.

It felt like hours until you were able to properly breathe and see again. Your whole body felt stiff, and you didn’t really want to move. But you knew that you had to. You take a deep breath, trying to find the strength to at least sit up.

“Ma douce” You hear Sanji speak causing your eyes to widen. Just how long has he been there. “… Sanji?” You whisper, your voice a bit hoarse.

“Oh thank goodness.” He whispers grabbing onto your hand. You squeeze his hand back in response.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were allergic to seafood?” Sanji asks and you look over to him. Your eyes widen seeing that his eyes were a bit red. A tell sign that he was crying.

You reach over, your other hand grabbing the same hand. “What’s wrong Sanji?” You whisper.

Sanji sighs and puts his head down, “I can’t believe that I hurt you.” Your eyebrows furrow at his words. “What do you mean? You could never hurt me. Why would you think that?” “I served you something that almost killed you.”

Your lips turned into a frown. You never meant for him to feel this way. “I’m so sorry Sanji.” “There’s nothing for you to be sorry about mon amour. It’s me who should be sorry. I hurt you.”

You shake your head, “no. I didn’t want to offend you in any way. You put so much work into your meals it would be rude for me not to try it.” Sanji let out a chuckle at your words, “you’re too nice for your own good (y/n). You know that?”

“You could never offend me. And you’re not a burden- never. Now are there any other food allergies I should know of?” He asks and you shake your head. “Perfect. I’ll go make you another plate. One that won’t kill you.”

You smile at his words as he stands up. Both of your hands falling from his own. You were already starting to miss the warmth that emitted from him.

You were a bit confused to why he started to lean down closer to your face. You couldn’t’ really move, afraid that you would do something wrong. Finally, his lips landed on your forehead.

There was a small smile on your face when he stood back up. This was something you didn’t expect, but it was a nice surprise. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He says. “Thank you, Sanji. You’re the best.” You say as he starts to walk out the room.

The door closed, the both of you trying your best to calm down your racing hearts.

#one piece #oneshot #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #sanji x you #sanji x y/n

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melonteee · 4 months

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sometimes in your vid essays when you briefly diverge into the topic of powerscaling and such I find it hilarious in regards to One Piece specifically because that series is so allergic to that kind of discussion. like as someone who's well-versed in regards to How Powerscaling Works, OP straight up does not give numbers the way other series do and if you go to any powerscaling type wiki/website their OP pages are in fact just born from a million assumptions. One Piece will have a dude say "Im Big Dick McGee" and do one insanely cool thing that has everyone freaking out and powerscalers will be pulling their hair out because *they can't quantify that shit* and have to make a million assumptions as to how strong OP characters really are.

And i feel like Oda has the same mindset because he introduced the doriki system as an actual Power Scale System in water seven and then threw it the hell away mid arc with no reference to it ever again and YET because it's the single point of actual in-series power measuring youll find forums today still using it to make 15 more follow-up assumptions for characters in the current canon. no one can handle the silly goofines of this whole thing and thats not even counting how OP powerlevel discussions become lore discussions too bc how are they going to account for everyone being superhuman due to their planet being far more massive and thus having stronger gravity.

its so hilarious no other shonen could ever resist not introducing a consistent powerscaling system for 2+ decades

EXACTLY DFGHJKDF this is why I've been SAYING you can call One Piece a battle shonen all you want, because there ARE battles in it, but Oda so CLEARLY puts narrative over ANY sort of power system. Every time someone asks Oda any battle relevant question, he always answers with some bullshit JHKFGD like "how far can Luffy stretch?? oh about 20 gum gums" LIKE HHHH he so clearly DOESN'T care to stick to any strict power system. I mean the most recent huge fight was a TOM AND JERRY inspired fight for god's sake, Gear 5 throws any and all power scaling conversations out the window for all we know Gear 5 can do fucking ANYTHING.

I've literally seen One Piece guys and Dragonball guys fighting about whether Gear 5 could beat Goku, and it's like, mother fucker for all we know Gear 5 could just bugs bunny a kamehameha back at him JDFHGKD like we literally do not know the scale of Gear 5. Hell we don't know the scale of MOST characters in One Piece. I was SO confused as to why the term 'admiral level' was a thing cause we've barely seen the admirals...do anything?? Like yeah Akainu can turn into magma and whatever, but what else??? Why is this term even a thing if we haven't even seen the scale of what any of these guys can do JKFGDFGD I will admit I have a much more plot/narrative driven head but I truly cannot understand how One Piece power scalers get any of their arguments or data hhhhhh

#ask #melonask

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One Piece Modern AU HCs: Law, Zoro, Katakuri, & Mihawk + Vehicles

This is an idea I had in drafts since April 17 that I revisited, based on a modern AU centered around alternative subcultures involving Law, Zoro, Katakuri, Mihawk, Perona, Robin, and my self-insert OC, but I thought to share these vehicle headcanons on main! Law, Zoro, & Katakuri also have their own car too, but for this focus, it’ll be their motorcycles):

Law would have a sleek & cool black and gold Kawasaki

He would customize it with heart motifs that he designed, himself. His jackets and helmet would also be custom designed/painted/lasered too to exemplify his style and symbols that hold a meaning for him.

Aside from his usual rock playlist, sometimes songs from media he grew up with would be played as he drives, such as the Sora: Warrior of the Seas theme song to make him really relish in the feeling of freedom, or ‘Hyperdrive’ would be on to set the atmosphere of riding a duel runner that he saw on Saturday morning cartoons.

A 1st aid kit complete with a syringe, bandages, antiseptic, epinephrine, & I.V. for an impromptu drip room, is always attached in case of emergency. One time there was an emergency in the park where someone had a severe allergic reaction and Law came through, resulting in being invited into the birthday party going on at the moment & kids on the playground thinking he was a superhero.

Kikoku is usually secured either on his person semi-upright or on his waist, using the red sageo, as a nodachi is long and can accidentally cut off traffic if worn horizontally

Zoro would have an electrifying & badass green Yamaha

Usually someone is on speaker with him providing directions or Chopper tags along, so he doesn’t get lost. The last time he was driving by himself, he ended up in the next town, when tasked to refill the water gallons for the Strawhats’ shared flat.

He has tried out the most motorcycle tricks out of the others, since the Strawhat gang would put him up to it (such as Franky making a mini-ramp or Luffy asking if he could nail a Hot Wheels-like course). Of course, up to any challenge, he goes along with it, and comes out mostly unscathed until he gets the stunt right.

There were also a few times he managed to catch a suspicious vehicle that matched an Amber Alert description, leading to him being featured on the news or being invited to schools and other events as a local legend & speaker (though when asked how he does it, he says he weirdly happens to bump into situations like that).

He rides with his bandana & usually has his katanas on him too, safely secured for practicing in a dojo or in an open space at the park.

Katakuri would have a bad-to-the-bone magenta Suzuki.

The under-seat compartment usually carries business cards from Big Mom or modified into a mini-fridge for a donut stash or for deliveries for Big Mom.

Usually has a pager on him to connect him to all his siblings, in case there is an emergency (this came to be after Brûlée & Pudding were bullied as kids. Cracker sometimes uses it to page about his latest WhoTube achievement or if there’s going to be an impromptu game night). He usually gets beeped a lot, being one of the more dependable siblings, but he knows when it’s necessary to rev it up & when to continue cruising.

Sometimes he & his brothers would ride through town in a group, earning the Charlotte family unexpected rep in town, when in actuality, they were showing up for a family wedding, dinner, or parking at the airport for a big trip, when all the cars/trucks on their lot are being used.

Was the cool older sibling dropping off his younger siblings at their school with a truck or his bike

Mihawk would have stately black Rolls Royce

Perona also gets to drive it too on occasion, so she looks like a mafia princess or funeral director’s wife pulling up to the mall (plus it’s perfect for storing all her purchases).

Hidden compartments in the car contains champagne flutes for special occasions, some form of bladed weapon that is able to be hidden—such as a switchblade or a short sword. Otherwise, there is a rapier in the backseat for when he instructs fencing class.

There is also a cross rosary hung around the rearview mirror and a solar-powered Kumashi dancing figure that Perona got custom made on the dash.

The glass & frame are actually bulletproof too. He also prefers to keep a clean car & there is always a pleasant lingering sandalwood scent or ambient instrumentals playing. He acquired the Rolls Royce from his money as a champion swordsman across many disciples (longsword, broadsword, daggers, rapier, sabers, etc. are all game to him) & wine connoisseur editorials he does on the side.

🏍Bonus (ft. Kid, Killer, & Ace)

Kid, Killer & their gang also fabricate their own bikes and vehicles in their workshop, coming up with self-bespoke, custom-made designs. But more often than not, it violates at least 1 street-legal condition. They get it eventually, but at least their non-legal cars can be counted as “art cars” for events like Burning Man

Ace also has his own flame studded bike, and does the mechanical jobs himself. Usually there needs to be loud music playing or Luffy & Sabo on the other side of a voice call, else he may risk falling asleep behind the wheel. However, he is a skilled driver despite his narcolepsy & has savvy for dodging accidents and teaching others how to ride.

Tagging: @jazminetoad, @starrybrujita, @gabrielasalazar18, @undercoverweeeb, @the-witch-of-one-piece, @fireflykaizoku

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece hcs #one piece aus #modern au #modern headcanons #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #roronoa zoro #charlotte katakuri #dracule mihawk #eustass kid #op killer #portgas d ace #my writing #motorcycles #vehicles #headcanons #one piece writings

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kaizokuseb · 8 months

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i know one piece is weird in many, many ways, and there are a lot of things you just have to accept. like yeah there’s a guy who fights with a sword in his mouth but he’s also fucking badass so you just have to roll with it.

but tonight i’m giving devil fruits some thought and it’s like… i would absolutely eat one but only if i didn’t intend to sail. like if i was on one island and decided to settle there, i could do with some wacky magic power. but the idea of making myself fully deadweight in the water and then going out onto the ocean is fucking insane. that’s like purposely making yourself allergic to trees and then going to live your life in a forest. like of course luffy is going to do that, but what about people who aren’t Ds? like smoker what the fuck are you doing in a boat, go home.

#one piece #and ace?? they introduce him as the responsible big brother #how did a man with goddamn narcolepsy get so far on that little ocean motorcycle without dying??#i mean i know it’s the will of d #the whole point is that their Will can overcome reality itself #(and also ace is a /mess/ but in alabasta he was just the cool polite big brother)#i’m long past the point of arguing with things like physical impossibilities in one piece #but sometimes things hit me and i’m like ???

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north-blue-hearts · 8 months

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Family Practice

CisFem Reader x Trafalgar Law

CW: sex, language, violence

Summary: Modern Mafia-coded AU starts in last semester of College

Chapter 2: Graded

A few weeks later you’re in the library again and Law comes to sit with you. He sets a cup of coffee down in front of you and one for himself. Before he sits down across from you, he pulls out his wallet and hands over the agreed upon money.

Your face lights up as you take it. “New high score?”

There’s a hint of a smile. “Yeah. I suppose I owe you an apology.”

“Bah,” you wave it off, tucking the money away. “You’ve paid the price for doubting my genius.” You grin. “So, your grades were already high, did you ace it?”

He shook his head. “99.3%. Highest score on the midterms that professor has seen in thirty years.”

“Hells, you missed…” You did the math in your head. “A fraction of a question?”

“Yeah, most of the test was multiple parts per question.” He explains.

“Wow, that’s impressive Pre-Med.” You admit, teasing him with the old nickname. “It feels weird, as a lazy linguistics major to say so, but I’m proud of you.”

“Am I going to be Pre-Med until I have my PhD in my hands, or?”

You grin. “Maybe. Ah, so anyway, I won, and you’ve only paid the processing fee. Where’s the rest?”

Law sighs. “Your place. Sachi and Penguin are hosting a study group tonight.”

“Fair enough. Are you going to bring dinner with you, or am I handling it?”

“Are you going to order abominations again?”

“Abomin… I’m not the emo reject that dislikes bread. Bread! Of all things!” Your face reflects your continued disbelief. “I could get it if you were allergic, but to just dislike it as a matter of opinion is,” you could feel Law’s eye twitching. “Unique. Touchy subject?”

“A little.”

You put your hands up. “My apologies then.”

“Back to the question.”

You smile, “Pad Thai? Oh, ready to brave my cooking?” You ask excitedly.

It took a couple days for you and Law to adjust to one another, but it’s been going smooth since. He’s a man of few words until he’s really interested in something, or passionate about it. A little stunted in the emotional development department, but not so much that you couldn’t work out what was going on in his head. Reading people was something of a survival skill for you, so you were good at it.

His roommates, Sachi and Penguin are studying marine biology, and a fourth friend of theirs Bepo is double majoring in Zoology and wildlife conservation. Because of his schedule, you’ve only met Bepo once so far, but he was the biggest, cuddliest, most polite pile of walking warmth you’d ever met. He had an unforgivably cute collection of polar bear hats and scarves too.

In making one accidental friend you ended up making four friends, and it was nice to know you actually could. Making friends in middle school and high school had been easy - being stuck in classes with the same people over and over would help anyone make friends. College was a different beast.

“Pad Thai is fine.” Law states, trying to hide the look of horror that slipped across his features.

You sigh, but you can’t argue. You’d have to beg some cooking lessons from Sanji the next time you were back home. You weren’t a terrible cook, but you weren’t a good cook, and unfortunately you had been so nervous about cooking for your new friend that you had managed to set pasta on fire. The night had ended in Law administering first aid to some burns on your arm, and the two of you eating chicken wings.

The rest of the day goes easily and the two of you head over to your apartment. You had considered staying in the dorms, but the apartment you found was one of Shanks’ properties, and he was good friends with Luffy. You got offered a deal that would’ve been financially irresponsible to turn down. Shanks, like Big Mom and Pops, was head of his own organization. He was a kind of a spiritual successor to a long-passed rival of Pops’, and Shanks was also one of the biggest reasons Luffy became who he was.

Out of everyone, Shanks actually scared you the most. He was too jovial and easy going, and you couldn’t read him like you could most people. His success coupled with his general attitude had you convinced there was a demon behind those eyes. Really good-looking, wildly disarming eyes, if you were being honest, but that just made him scarier in your opinion. Not that you feared him, but you had zero interest in becoming friends or associates with him.

Let someone else wrangle that beast.

“Welcome to my swanky bachelor pad.” You said jokingly, opening the door and letting Law step in first.

He got his foot just past the threshold and his hands grabbed onto the doorframe. “(Y/N)-ya… did you do this yourself?”

“Gods no,” you said, trying not to laugh. “I lost a bet with my brother, and I think he brought the whole family down to redecorate for me over the weekend.”

Inside your usually spartan space, there were velvet sheets and blankets hanging from the walls and ceiling. Various colors of light bulbs created a slightly rainbow effect, but they weren’t so bright in hue as to clash. A beaded curtain was hung just inside the entrance, and you were glad that you had turned off the “ambiance enhancing music” this morning before you had left.

Thankfully your kitchen and bathroom had been spared, but your bedroom looked like a red-light special and you were absolutely not letting anyone in there right now.

“Please get in there before someone passes by and thinks I’ve converted my room to a hookah bar.” You urged, and Law stepped inside reluctantly.

“How long is it staying like this?” Law’s distaste for the new look was obvious.

“…until finals.” You admit with a defeated sigh.

“What was the bet?”

You made a very displeased noise. There was silence from Law as the two of you made your way to the living room.

“… (Y/N)-ya?”

“Eh?”

“What was your midterm grade?”

You made the same displeased noise and Law wheeled around practically glaring at you.

“Don’t tell me you failed?” The disbelief in his voice was comforting. In the last few weeks you had at least proven your capacity to be on par with him in terms of book-smarts.

“Hardly!” You scoffed, but you were having a hard time looking at him. “Look, I passed. I passed with a respectable grade and everything.”

“Then what was the bet?” Law had his hand up to his temple, trying to stave off a headache.

“If I got anything less than an A, Marco - my, er, brother, was allowed to decorate my place as he saw fit.” You explained.

“What did you get?”

“Eighty-seven point nine percent.” You said in a devastated tone.

“That is respectable.” Law agreed. “What happened?”

“I refuse to answer.” You said, setting down your stuff and grabbing the menu off the fridge. “Tell me what you want.”

“Refuse to answer on what grounds?” Law pressed. You had both agreed to be at least mostly open about things, with a few caveats. Grades weren’t one of those caveats.

“There’s no way for me to answer that without giving it away, so I’ll just admit that I was completely flawless on the Latin portion of the test and maybe a little lacking in a couple other areas.” You say, leveling him with an aggravated glare.

Law put it together quickly and returned your grumpy expression. You weren’t surprised, you’d been helping him with his Latin-rooted medical terms a lot. “Don’t do that for the finals.”

“I won’t, I won’t, now dammit, I’m hungry - what do you want?”

After you got the food order in and made some tea you turned to Law and raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“Alright, what do you want to know?” Law sighed. Lost bets came in two parts - monetary loss and the right to ask questions about the other.

“You mentioned an adoptive dad.” You say. “You can tell me about him or tell me why you were adopted. I’ll even toss in something about myself to help, since either option is pretty personal. I, technically, am adopted. My, uh, ‘Father’ is alive, but I’ve been raised by Pops since I was six.”

“I don’t mind answering both,” Law says. “Especially since you seem to have sacrificed your precious apartment in order to win our bet.”

Law looks more at his teacup than you, but his tone is even as he speaks, and there’s no sign of distress. “My parents got sick when I was middle school, and neither of them made it through my time in high school,” He explains softly. “They were both doctors, and I had always wanted to be one as well, but the whole… thing… really nailed my resolve into place. A friend of my father’s adopted me when it became clear that they weren’t going to survive, and so, Rosinante’s my adopted dad.”

You were quiet for a long time, not really sure what to say. Law took a couple sips of tea before speaking again.

“Too much?” He asks. There’s a tone of resignation in his voice, as though he feels like he messed up.

You shake your head. “Nah, I just don’t know what to say. It doesn’t matter how long ago it was, that sucks. It’s complicated too.”

“How so?” He asks, looking visibly confused. “I mean, it’s heavy, but it’s cut and dry.”

“Ah, er… it creates complicated thoughts in me.” You clarify.

“Your dad’s alive, but your mom’s not.” Law says. You hadn’t laid it out for him, but given what you’ve said before it makes sense he could sort it out. “I don’t want to make assumptions, but the fact that he’s alive and you’re living with a different dad means your situation is complicated. But, complicated or straightforward, it all does, uh, ‘suck’.”

“Yeah, loss is hard no matter the circumstances.” You agree. “I’m sorry about your folks.”

“Thanks.” Law smiles a little sadly. “You would’ve liked my mom. She was weird about words too.”

You were getting ready to be indignant about his joke when there was a knock at the door. Food had arrived and the conversation was on hold until the two of you sorted everything out. With some food to distract you, and ease some encroaching hangry-ness, you let the jab from earlier go and decided to switch gears.

“So, you said your dad was going to be away on business during winter break,” you said after a few bites of food. “Why don’t you come to Grandline with me?”

“It sounds exhausting just listening to you suggest it.” He admitted flatly.

“All the Charlotte kids are staying on campus.”

“How would you even know that?” Law looks more annoyed by the mention of the Charlotte family than he does impressed by your knowledge.

“Nutmeg and her friends aren’t exactly subtle.” You point out. “And they get on my nerves, so it’s hard to block them out.”

“How’s come?” There’s a tone of actual curiosity, and not just polite conversation in his voice.

You learned quickly that Trafalgar and the wall he had built up around himself were both rock solid. You weren’t surprised an aspiring doctor was practiced at keeping in shape, but you smacked him on the back once when you were kidding around. He’d turn an impressive red when you’d lifted his shirt up without thinking – you weren’t entirely convinced he was made of flesh at that point.

It had taken a lot of apologizing, and a couple rounds of free food to smooth things over. You’d admitted to having grown up around a lot of boys, half of which barely wore shirts unless the occasion demanded it. That had also been when you’d made the agreement about bets and getting to know one another.

“I can forgive the ‘Mrs. Degree’ thing, to an extent, but ‘Meg’s a smart girl. I haven’t asked her what her grades are or anything, but her answers in class, and even her questions, are genius. I’m talking ‘This will help the class understand better if I ask’ kinds of genius.” You explain, your shoulders dropping. “To think that her mind is preoccupied with trying to find love in a few short years, just so her mom doesn’t match her up with some troglodyte. Instead, she could be focusing on becoming whatever she wanted to be.”

“… They get on your nerves because you feel bad for them.” It wasn’t really a question, but it was barely a statement.

“Mm.” You admit, feeling your ears and face start to go pink. “S’weird, isn’t it?”

“Compared to the rest of you, hardly.” Law answers, his usual resting scowl softening a little.

You pause in eating for a moment and start laughing. “I can’t tell if you complimented me or devastated me.”

He eats quietly for a moment, and then lets out a small sigh. “If I don’t agree to go to Grandline City with you over break you’re going to hound me for the next week about it.”

“Next two weeks.” You correct him.

“Two weeks would put us a week into break.” He points out.

“Ah-yup.”

You can almost see his eye twitch.

“I’m being blackmailed.”

“By definition, yes.” You agree with a smile.

You watched the internal conflict tear through him. Trafalgar Law was a mostly subtle person. All his emotions hit the wall around him and barely made a crack on his face. You didn’t think he was truly an emotionless person – trauma and loss just made him wary about connecting with more people. After a couple weeks, though, you were learning what some of the small facial changes meant.

“… I don’t want to meet your family.” He said finally.

“I had no plans to subject you to that.” You promise him, taking out your phone and sending some texts while you’re thinking about it. “I’ll get Robin to reserve a couple rooms, and I’ll let my brothers know that I’ll be busy. Er, oh, I guess there is one thing…”

“What is it?” He was doing his best not to growl the words.

“Pop’s is going to have a big Christmas party a few days before the actual holiday. I’m not asking you to attend, I’m just saying you’ll be on your own for a few hours.” You admit a bit sheepishly.

Law sighs. “You’re dragging me to your hometown, but you don’t have to make sure I’m entertained the entire time, (y/n)-ya. I’ll survive.”

#Family Practice #trafalgar law #x reader #reader insert #mafia au

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strawhatsoraya · 1 year

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a brief note: this is purely self indulgent. kaia and i talk about luffy (and ace and sabo honestly) being islanders and in particular we have a headcanon of luffy being a country hick from puerto rico and she's been asking me for drabbles since 5ever and i haven't delivered so she gets one today because it's the least she deserves. this will be a very sporadic series. and i have so many different variations of this in my head who knows what i'll write next so. that being said lmao keep it scrolling if you're not interested. i just wanted an excuse to make a banner on canva.

featuring: (as per banner above it's luffy &&) island girl y/n. rating: rated G for g-spot--i'm kidding, it's PG. it's all good. don't be scared. word count: idk around 500. warning content: none, unless you're allergic to Spanish or culture in general.

001. Luffy

Country boy Luffy who grew up in the mountainous side of the island. He didn't have a mother or father to sing him to sleep. Instead, brown little tree frogs performed their iconic lullaby outside his window; coquí, coquí, coquí. It's a harmony so deeply ingrained in his mind that he didn't even perceive it until Garp's voice would break through the den den mushi asking him: “What's all that noise?”

As if he didn't know.

As if he had forgotten all his memories on the island.

Luffy. A Boricua, through and through. He is his most comfortable surrounded by the heat of the sun. His skin, sun kissed and tawny brown, was always covered in bug bites and scratches. He knew better than to challenge the mosquitos' hunger during their peak hunting hours but his pride was on the line. Luffy would turn it into a compliment instead. 'I'm just that sweet,' he'd tell anyone who challenged him to wear insect repellent. 'They just can't keep off of me.' At the mention of his scratches and bruises he'd shrug with a secret grin clinging to his lips. 'Tu sabe',' he'd start, dragging his syllables, his tongue heavy on his tongue as he barely pronounced his consonants. 'I was just messin' around. No big deal.'

The forest was his playground. He knew every tree, and every creek. He knew where to find the best earthworms for fishing, and where the river was the most shallow to cross. He knew that the nearest dairy farm was in the way of his shortest route to the swimming hole, and knew he'd be chased if he trespassed but did it anyway. He knew each bull that chased him, and knew every stray dog in the neighborhood.

He knew the neighborhood drunkard, and the lady who sold frozen cups of fruit juice out of her home for a few coins a cup. He knew the best way to eat them too—flipped upside down in the cup, while sitting on a hammock, not a care in the world.

There was so much he knew then, and so much he was unsure of as well.

He knew how Doña Edith's stewed kidney beans tasted but he couldn't picture the world past the view of the horizon; a melting sun sinking into a watercolor ocean. He knew what his abuelo wanted him to be, and yet all Luffy knew was that he wanted to be free.

A vague longing propelled him from the island he called home. He had no regrets. The friends he had made on the way filled even the empty spots he wasn't aware existed. Luffy finally felt like he was alive. He no longer had to seek out truths under mossy rocks, or atop mango trees—although he did miss the mangos.

The truths he sought were right there on the smiles of his nakama staring back at him. He couldn't ask for more, and yet you joined their ranks. He was happy to have met you, hearing your story and knowing you came from the same island as him. There was so much he wanted to talk to you about, that he would speak at you quickly, his hands in the air at all times, gesturing and helping him articulate.

You matched his energy, and it excited him.

There was still so much he didn't know, but he knew by the twinkle in your eyes that new fun adventures were bound to come.

He could barely wait.

#one piece hcs #monkey d luffy headcanon #luffy headcanons #luffy x y/n #op: islanders hcs au #&&. sora&kaia take on the world

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theoogtree · 2 months

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smash or pass: one piece worst generation

Yeah okay. Luffy mega smash obviously . I'm in love with him and we can be horny autistic aces together

zoro is a member apparently according to the wiki?? Pass he's boring lol

teech. Nasty man. Mean for fun. barf. pass

The mafia guy he was cool at first and then he kind of lost me but then he kind of got me back at the end but also I wouldn't do that to Chiffon so pass

Bonney my beloved mannerless bitch !!! smash and also when am I going to get more Bonney???? She was there for like 2 seconds and then we didn't see any more of the reverie and she hasn't been in wano at all when do I get more of her!! oda she's the only woman out of 12 people in this group you cannot deny her from me!!!

Basil smash but only in his hot strawman form

Get that fucking music guy away from me lmfao I hate the way he looks I hate the arm people I'm arm people racist I hate that he's a coward that sold out his alliance and he has no idea how to not make a bad decision in front of everyone. Being a music guy is very funny but it is not enough to redeem him and make him fuckable. pass

Captain kid is actually so hot lol he was cool from the beginning and then also I just recently learned he only has one arm and he just makes himself another arm out of scrap metal ??? Wish I could do that. Turbo smash

killer is also just like hot lol the hair and the scythe gauntlets and the arms and the way he [redacted] [redacted's] arm. Smash. Mask stays on though

I'm going to be real I forgot the big sky guy existed lol pass

genuinely cannot figure out if Drake is still a marine or not like is he a spy or what. either way the only reasonable thing I've ever seen him do is switch sides to join Luffy. My point is he does not fill me with confidence and he doesn't even look hot so pass

Law is such a fucking whiny baby shut that man up!!!!! someone teach him how to take a fucking compliment and also not to be allergic to friendship. I wouldn't smash him in a million years because I would not be able to stand his edgelord contrary grumpy ass but someone else should gag him and get him pregnant

#I just finished volume 103 and luffy is in his silly era #extra smash #zoe when do i get more bonney lmfao

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queerical · 2 years

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a headcanon i'm absurdly attached to is that zoro gets top surgery becuz nami essentially makes him

now this isn't to say that he'd NEVER been interested in top surgery. but prior to meeting the straw hats, there was just always something more important, more pressing, more interesting than the "saving money, making the appointment, and setting aside the time it would take to recover" that getting top surgery required

yea, one day he'd like to have a flat chest, but for the time being, it wasn't THAT big of a deal. he could wait

ofc, zoro was just as allergic to wearing shirts pre-top surgery as he is now. and yes, it was annoying when he had to make sure to do up his shirt in order to be served at a bar; or when local law officers tried to cite him for public indecency when he was just trying to cool off; or when an enemy turned out to be completely useless at the sight of his bare chest, but he consoled himself by saying it just meant they weren't worth his time anyway

and then he meets luffy who is like him and who also doesnt care much about the presence of shirts (ofc luffy is naturally much smaller in the chest than zoro)

and then they meet nami. who is scandalized. (and who refuses to admit that any part of her shock and appall is jealousy of course not). and okay, it's not that she's personally scandalized, it's zoro's body he can do what he wants with it. when it's the three of them, it doesn't matter. but in public is an entirely different matter

zoro is unconvinced by any arguments she makes. and yes she knows it's a double standard, yes she knows that any other man can walk around bare-chested, and yes he's a pirate so what does he care about laws anyways. that's not the point

the point is that if they get slapped with one more public indecency fine, nami is going to lose her mind

so after the shit goes down in syrup village and zoro is already being treated by the local doctor, nami makes sure he's just conscious enough to consent, slaps down the necessary beri, and tells the doctor what to do. zoro is so pleased with the end results that nami cant bring herself to hold the debt over his head

and ofc a week later, zoro goes and gets his chest sliced in half by mihawk

two years later, zoro's chest still isn't technically flat and people still stare (and nami is still Definitely Not jealous), but he can go anywhere he wants without having to worry about shirts. and he doesn't think too hard about why that means so much to him, but he's glad nami helped him get it done sooner rather than later

#i just love the idea of nami being the one to get zoro his top surgery #one piece #roronoa zoro #nami #fannish #idk how describe how zoro being trans makes his ''relationship'' with shirts so significant to me #i imagine he wasnt that dysphoric about his chest #yes he wanted top surgery but he could wait. it was fine #it was mostly just annoying that his body was policed in such a way #but it was annoying in a way that dug just a little deeper under the skin than other annoying things #but he didnt realize just how much it meant until after. until he didnt have to worry about it anymore #*me in front of my conspiracy board* the shirts are ~SyMbOLiC~

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sylvanfreckles · 2 years

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Day 01: This Wasn't Supposed to Happen

Fandom: One Piece Rating: G Warnings: none

Summary: In which Roronoa Zoro has a surprisingly normal weakness, and Tony Tony Chopper vows to never give him medicine ever again.

This feeling was familiar. The dark rush of pain, the heat spreading out from the wounds in his side and leg. The hot, heavy silence pulling his mind back under.

“…ear me? Zoro?”

Roronoa Zoro reluctantly pried his eye open and found himself staring past a familiar blue nose into Chopper’s worried eyes. “’M fine.”

The little doctor let out a relieved sigh, then set his features into a sterner expression. “You are not! Your wounds are infected, we need to get you back to the ship.”

He waved to push Chopper out of the way and shoved himself up to a sitting position, pausing as the dark pulse from his wounds made his head spin. “Where’s Luffy?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck. It was raining now, the dampness of his clothes adding to that strange hot/cold flush that came with an infection. Nothing he couldn’t push past, though. Not when his crew was in danger.

“Sanji and Brook went after him, but you should worry about yourself now!” A distant explosion cast the little reindeer’s face in a reddish glow. “Don’t move!”

“I’m fine,” Zoro repeated. He spat out a mouthful of blood and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. “Really.” He tried to meet Chopper’s stare, but an itch on his forearm distracted him momentarily.

Chopper planted his medicine bag in front of Zoro and began to rummage around in it. “I already gave you a broad-spectrum antibiotic to combat the infection, but I’m not sure how quick it’ll work.”

Zoro grunted and slid around to get one knee under him. He stopped to scratch his ankle, then made a face and tugged his robe open to scratch at his chest.

“Zoro! What are you doing!” Chopper’s hooves were batting at him now, tugging at his arm. “Oh no, this wasn’t supposed to happen!”

“Eh?” Zoro stared down at his arm as Chopper fussed over it. Huh. That wasn’t normal.

He was covered in spots. Big, red, bumpy spots that brought on a horrible, burning itch. Now that he saw it, he could feel them spreading out over his chest, his legs, his face. “It’s no problem.”

“It is! You’re allergic to that medicine!”

“I can ignore it.” He started to stand again, but Chopper shoved him back down. It was only because he was awkwardly braced on one arm in the mud that he sat back down, not because anything was making him weaker than the little doctor.

“It might get worse, just hold on, I have something to treat this.”

Zoro propped an elbow on his knee to lean his chin into his fist as Chopper dug through the bag. The itching really wasn’t that bad, though when he scratched at one of the spots it left a burning pain behind instead of relieving the itch.

“Here we go!” Chopper produced a small vial of yellowish liquid. “This should do it.”

The swordsman took the vial, popped the cork off, and downed the liquid with a quick swallow. Within moments, the itch faded, though his skin still prickled and burned a bit where the raised bumps had been. Zoro closed his eye as the sensations shifted, then opened it again.

“That did it. Thanks, Chopper.” He shoved up to his feet, though he had to pause to steady himself a little. “I’ll rejoin the others.”

“Zoro?”

“I’m fine.”

“You can’t see, can you?”

He paused. While it was true that the world was darker than usual, he was almost certain it wouldn’t be permanent. And besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t fought at greater disadvantage before. “Don’t need to see.”

“Zoro!” Chopper pounded on his leg as Zoro walked away from him, toward the direction of the explosion from earlier. “Zoro!”

He ignored him, lengthening his stride so Chopper had to trot to keep up.

Chopper was in front of him now, hooves pressing against his legs to push him back. When that didn’t work, he shifted forms and there were hands on Zoro’s shoulders to hold him in place.

“You’re going the wrong way!” Chopper nearly screamed in Zoro’s ear. “That’s the edge of the cliff!”

Zoro paused. If it had been anyone but Chopper, he might have suspected they were trying to trick him into staying put…but the little doctor was far too earnest to think of that. He must have just gotten turned around standing up.

“It’s this way, then?” he asked as he turned around, though Chopper still grabbed his shoulders and didn’t let him walk away without a fight.

“Just…ugh, just hold on. Here, take this.”

Chopper pressed a smooth ball of medicine into his hand. Zoro held it up in front of his unseeing eye, catching the scent of mint and a sharp, unfamiliar herb. “What is it?”

“It’s for inflammation, the drug I gave you to counteract your allergic reaction to the antibiotic must have caused some swelling on your optic nerve.”

“I see.”

Chopper sighed. “No, you don’t, and that’s the problem. Just take it.”

Zoro shrugged and tossed the ball in his mouth, crunching through the hard shell. The herbs were bitter and made his mouth feel dry, though the mint seemed to help a little. Within a few moments, the shadows in his vision were shifting and lightening, and his vision came back just in time for another explosion to brighten up the night sky.

It was off to his left now, so Luffy must have moved the battle.

“Can you see?” Chopper asked, studying Zoro’s face.

For a moment he was completely fascinated by the reindeer’s blue nose. It was shifting a little, like he was looking at it from under water. Maybe the rain was doing it.

“’M fine,” he slurred. His voice didn’t sound right. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m fiiiine.”

“Zoro?”

His right knee buckled, and the world swirled around him. The ground seemed to twist up to meet him as Chopper’s arms warped into fuzzy tentacles that snatched at him as he fell. He could feel that the ground was solid, but to his eye it was shifting and heaving like a desert mirage. “Chop’r?”

“Oh no, oh no,” Chopper was back in his usual form, little hooves prodding at Zoro’s face. “It must be because of your alcohol tolerance.”

The world seemed to twist a slow loop around him, and he slammed his eye shut. It didn’t help. The shifting sensation was inside him, not outside.

“It’s too hard to explain, this should help.”

Chopper was pressing another vial into his hands, but Zoro hesitated. “What izzit?”

“The last medicine is effecting your blood pressure; this should help level it out.”

Zoro grunted. Blood pressure. That was one of those doctor things, right? He knew Chopper kept records to track stuff like that, so it made sense he’d have medicine on hand. He drank down the vial of medicine, which had a strong taste of garlic, and rested his forehead in his palm while the world around him slowly spun to a halt.

“Is it working?” Chopper asked, almost timidly.

He cracked his eye open, relieved when the world stayed in one place. “That’s better,” he said, resting his hand on Chopper’s head. “Thanks a lot.”

Normally, he would expect Chopper to blush and stammer that he didn’t need thanks, bastard, but he just looked up at Zoro with big, sad eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I tried to give you medicine to make you better, but I just made things worse.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Zoro rolled his shoulders and grinned down at Chopper. “Besides, my wounds feel a lot better now.”

It was probably only because the pain was being drowned out by the other side effects, but that was fine. It was all just background noise he could tune out for the battle ahead.

“I’m gonna find the others,” he continued as he pushed himself up to his feet. “We’ll meet back at…”

The world went white and he fell backward, a high-pitched noise ringing in his ears. He was barely aware of hitting the ground as all sensation seemed to fade into that rushing, screaming tone.

“Zoro!” Chopper’s hooves were on his face again, and he blinked as the doctor slowly came back into focus. Tears dripped off the blue nose. “I’m never giving you medicine ever again.”

“I’m fine,” Zoro grunted. He started to roll over but thought better of it when the high-pitched whine threatened to return. “What happened?”

“Your blood pressure must be too low now,” Chopper sobbed. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why everything is just making things worse.”

Chopper had brought his bag over to Zoro’s side and dug out a small bottle of pills. He produced a pill and snapped it in half. “I’m just giving you a little of this to get your pressure up a little bit, then we need to get back to the ship so I can fix everything. I’m so sorry.”

He accepted the pill without a word, swallowing it down dry. They waited for a few moments, but there didn’t seem to be any new side effects. Chopper let out a sigh of relief and started packing his bag up.

Zoro rubbed a hand over his eyes and let out a long sigh. Then paused, staring at his arm as a third explosion rocked the island.

“Hey, Chopper?”

“Yes?”

“Never mind.”

He’d know soon enough anyway. No reason to worry the doctor prematurely. Besides, he was almost certain it was normal for those itchy spots to start turning yellow.

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