#usopp angst

[mytheoristavenue]

OP Usopp x Reader - Little Talks

This is a belated birthday gift to my dear friend, @usopps-devotee. Happy birthday Kush, I'm sorry this took so long to get out! I hope you like it!

Summary: You just wish Usopp would let you sleep.

Warning: angst, major character death, platonic!brook x reader, immortal!reader, sad, tragic!romantic!usopp x reader, survivor's guilt, death wish, clairvoyant!reader

The ship rocked feebly as the waves controlled its hull, the dingy, cartoonish lion figurehead cutting through the thick mist. You leaned against the rail, looking out to the bleak sea with somber eyes, searching for any ray of sunshine, only to find drab clouds staring back. "Come back from the railing, my dear," a calm and pitying voice called from a good distance behind. "You'll catch cold in this weather."

"I wish," you retorted coldly. "Maybe I'd get sick enough to-"

"(Y/N), please,"

You sighed, pushing away from the railing and turning to face the only companion you had. "I'm sorry, Brook. I'm just..." you trailed off, unsure what you'd intended to say.

"Lonely, I know." he soothed, pulling you into his slender and uncomforting arms. "Immortality is the loneliest privilege one can have."

"I'm not lonely," you corrected, glancing up into his void sockets. "I'm surrounded by people, but I still miss them."

His bones shifted as if to convey surprise as he withdrew slightly. "You're seeing things again?"

Your eyes widened as you violently pushed away from him, fists clenched with sudden anger. "Brook! I already told you, I'm not seeing shit! They're there!"

The man stepped back a bit, taken by your short fuse as he raised his hands defensively to disarm you. "Now, now, I didn't mean to offend you, my dear. Let's just have a cup of tea and-"

"No, Brook!" you shouted, seething, feeling unseen eyes trained on you. "Why can't you see them too, why don't you believe me?!" Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you stared at the musician desperately, eyes occasionally darting around the ship to your other crew mates.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I-" he sputtered, hurt and unnerved by your outburst, which had begun to become a more frequent occurrence. "I wish I could see what you see-"

Unable to stand another second of Brook's excuses, you stormed off, sprinting down the rickety stairs and disappearing into the lower decks. Crossing over the threshold into the dining room, you froze in place, seeing a tall blonde man with his back to you, cigarette smoke lazily floating in the air. There was a light glow around him that you desperately tried to ignore. The chef, seemed to take notice of you as he turned around to get something, giving you a gentle smile. "(Y/N), hi."

Tears welled in your eyes as you whispered his name, crumpling as you ran to him, needing a hug now more than ever. "S-Sanji!"

"Woah there!" he laughed, smoke billowing over his luminescent teeth. "You look pale, how 'bout I fix you something to eat?"

"Yes, please! Just stay here with me!" you sobbed, stuck to his chest like a wet shirt. "Please don't go away..." You could feel his fingers ghosting over the back of your head, as he shushed you, thinking up what snack to prepare you. You become so soothed by his comfort that you hardly even noticed that he'd stopped petting your hair.

Glancing up, you found yourself totally alone, dumbfounded, and glancing around for any sign that your interaction with Sanji had been real. It had to have been; smoke still hung in the air, and the kitchen smelled distinctly of tobacco, garlic, and expensive French cologne.

"Come back, godddamnit!" you screamed, folding to the floorboards, weeping in an ugly way. Your fist hit the wood as you spilt your woes to an empty ship, only silenced by cloven footsteps.

You didn't even see him, at first, but you could hear him getting closer, feel the frigidness in the kitchen giving way to a hospitable warmth. Suddenly, the presence spoke.

"You better get up off the floor, (Y/N)," the voice was echoey and childlike, and filled with true concern. "You're gonna get all dirty and covered with germs!"

You couldn't even force your vocal cords to make a sound, but you still silently called out to him with arms outstretched. "Oh, Chopper..." you cried, pulling the plush boy close, tears wetting his furry shoulder. "I miss you so much..."

"Miss me?" he asked, befuddled. "I'm right here! We've been out to sea for weeks, I couldn't have possibly gone anywhere!" His cheery tone did nothing for you, only reminded you of the aching truth, and what you had to do to hide it from him.

"I'm sorry, Chopper, I misspoke. I just mean that I've been feeling down and in need of a hug from you. I haven't seen you since breakfast, and I was starting-" you bit back a sob before finishing. "To miss you."

"Oh," the doctor responded, a bit confused by your sudden clinginess. "Well, if that's all-!" The reindeer leaned forward, giving you what should have been a very warm hug, and a peck on the cheek. "I'll give you a kiss too, to speed up your healing! I hope your day gets better!"

Silently, you stood, having no more tears left to shed, and walked past the silver figure. "Thank you, Chopper, you truly were-" you paused for a moment, not even daring to look back to see if he was even still present. "Are- the best doctor on the Grand Line."

-----

Aimlessly, you wandered through the Sunny, passing many crewmates on the way to your room. You passed Zoro, napping on the floor with his back against a wall, and Robin sharing her thoughts on the novel she'd been reading with Frankie in the lounge. They both smiled and waved at you, but you ignored them, spying on them from around the corner. You admired how they both had smiles that lit up a room, and the way that they looked at one another when the other laughed. You used to look at Usopp that way. Now you only wished he'd go away.

Rounding the corner to the dormitories, you ran into Nami, nose buried in a map and ranting to Luffy that he'd steered the ship in the wrong direction. You stood there, stunned as you stared at them.

"(Y/N), look at this, tell him we're going the wrong way, because he won't listen to me!" the ginger raved, shoving a glowing piece of parchment into your face.

"Now listen, it's not about the destination, it's the journey!" the captain argued optimistically. "It'll be fine, (Y/N), tell her!" You simply kept quiet, tearing up with lip trembling. "Hey, what's with you?"

Finally breaking back down, you blew past them, knocking them to the side as you darted to your bedroom. The one you'd shared with your boyfriend. With Usopp.

The moment you crossed the threshold, you winced, recognizing that familiar bite of cold that came with being in a confined space with one of your nakama. In the corner was a small, cluttered desk you'd never been able to bring yourself to clear. It was illuminated by the amber glow of an oil lamp that you'd desperately kept fed, lest the flame extinguish. None of those things bothered you as much as the man sitting at the desk, though.

Once lovely ochre skin had now a tinge of translucent blue, and soft puffs of onyx coils were now little than plumes of white smoke that lacked the substance to even hold together the ends. The worst, however, were his eyes, still shiny and dark and sparkling at the sight of you. Gazing into his eyes, the only original part of him left sent chills up your spine as he turned away from his work to greet you.

"Hey, cutie, headin' to bed already?" he smiled warmly. "It's only six thirty-five." Glancing at the clock confirmed your suspicions. Usopp was wrong, it was nearly four in the morning.

"Just tired." you mumbled halfheartedly. "Mind going to your workshop 'til you get tired? I'd like to be alone to sleep."

"Nonsense, baby!" he dismissed cheerily. "I've been missing you lately, how about I snuggle up with you and we can watch a movie or somethin'?" Without a second thought, he stood, kicking out of his shoes and sliding one of his overall straps down.

"N-no," you protested weakly, tears beginning to prick your eyes. "I-I really just want to be alone, Usopp." You rolled over, back to him and huffed.

"Well..." he began. "Did I do something to make you mad? I'm sorry, whatever it is, just tell me and we can-"

"Usopp, just go away!" you sobbed, the dam finally breaking and unable to contain your grief any longer. "You're dead, don't you get that?! I need you to go, I can't handle seeing you like this!" You continued to berate him, weeping and tugging at your hair for any feeling of control. "And it's not six thirty, and it's not May 12th. It's three fifty-seven in the morning on November 17th. It's been over six months, please just-!"

Throwing yourself back towards him, you opened your glossy and aching eyes to find yourself without company and in the dark. The desk was still messy, sure, and the chair pulled out, but the oil lamp was snuffed out, a light billow of smoke floating above it before disappearing entirely. You'd gotten your wish. Usopp was gone.

But at what cost?

"You're gone, gone, gone away. I watched you disappear. All that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, there's nothing we can do. Just let me go, we'll meet again soon."

#one piece #x reader #one piece usopp #one piece brook #one peice #one piece x reader #usopp x reader #god usopp #god usopp x reader #op x reader #usopp angst #usopp x reader angst #straw hat pirates #cat burglar nami #monkey d. luffy #vinsmoke sanji

[soleilnomoon]

i'm back. well, technically, I never left. I hereby submit a formal request for an art college type AU with Usopp needing to draw someone (reader or a strawhat of your choice) for an assignment. idc if it's sfw or nsfw cause ya know i trust your judgement. thankies!

babey, babey, babey art college au?? usopp??? i loved writing every word; this took me a month & a half, but yk how it is, i always want perfection for u — and this is far from it, but hear me out...૮₍  ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა ok...i got nothin', chief. ily, siempre tho (u already know) 💓💓💓

1.5k words, gn reader (no pronouns), sfw (shock, gasp, awe), slightly suggestive, fluff???, tiny bit of angst (maybe a little more idk), 18+, mdni; art college au!, usopp is a shy coward and reader is full of sass & can't read the room; nothing major, death mention and that's about it. a very tame kaia production, i think

to be an artist is to willingly carry the burdens of the world, to mold their creations with clumsy, earnest fingers, to sculpt an absurd idea of the truth with precision, to paint the fleeting feelings of the masses without restraint, and to scrape any unnecessary remains onto a stained, concrete floor.

it's messy; an ordeal that requires dedication, innate talent, and an overwhelming desire to survive.

once upon a time, when everything in his life was still bright and full of promise, his mother often boasted to her friends — and almost anyone who would listen, really — about his artistic prowess. on days where she had energy, she’d say, take a look, he’s done it again; and when she was weary, but still proud, oh, goodness, you’re truly a wonder; but, the most poignant moment, the one phrase — question, rather — that stuck with him years later, even after her death, was: do you know the color of a person’s soul, usopp? the true color? i wish i could see you paint it. i know it will be spectacular.

it's not grief that drives him to pour his heart into his work, and it’s not out of any residual feelings of sadness, but because of his mother’s last words — he still remembers how he strained to hear her speak, how he begged her to repeat herself, how he cried himself to sleep for days and days. he’s a night owl out of spite — to chase his inner demons away, to not let her haunt his heart more than she already does — and he’s committed himself to mastering a style that’s uniquely his, so that he can tell his story the proper way.

after weeks of looking for a model for his latest assignment, he finds you by chance — with charcoal-stained fingertips that you constantly wipe on your jeans, a smudge on your cheek from when you rubbed it minutes ago, hair haphazardly thrown into a messy bun, curls poking out everywhere, the pinnacle of concentration and rebellion.

you, who frequently defies your professors’ suggestions, who reminds them time and time again that no you can’t simply change your piece because it doesn’t follow their guidelines, and no you can’t commit to turning in assignments on time because “art is freedom, why are you so persistent?”

and you refuse to be confined into their neatly labeled boxes.

he wishes he could have a tiny piece of your boldness, of your dedication to remaining true to yourself, of your outlandish outlook on life where you defy expectations without a care.

or he thinks so, anyway.

after the other students have filtered out of the classroom, you remain behind, tongue pressed against the inside of your cheek, lips pursed as you consider a new angle for your piece. he watches the quick, messy dark marks that adorn your canvas — you’ve been working on it for hours without rest. your dedication to your craft (to your truth) is admirable, if not a little intense, so much that it’s hard for him to approach you.

cowardice seeps through his bloodstream, pumping directly into his heart, making it more difficult for him to speak — let alone to ask you for help.

but you glance at him out of the corner of your eyes, lashes partially obscuring your eyes when you blink slowly.

he’s always believed that art is always imperfectly perfect, but you? he doubts he really knows the true meaning of art now.

“h-hey,” he says after a while, throat dry, palms moist and unsure. you pivot and stare, a curious smile prancing onto your lips, the edges curling impishly before you respond cheekily.

“after staring at me for so long, that’s all you have to say?”

you click your tongue in jest, and his face burns painfully — embarrassment eating him alive, making him fidget with the strap of his bag, where he nearly falls over the stool behind him. you attempt to quiet your laughter, but you can’t help yourself. he’s always like that — fidgety, lost, boisterous at times, but also a little serious. you wonder if he spends his life seeped in his passiveness, and he wonders if you’ve always been this vibrant and honest — reminding him of a few of his closest friends who never shy away from the truth no matter what it may be.

“chill, i’m just kidding,” you say when you realize he might’ve taken you seriously. “it’s no big deal, really.” you’ve learned that there’s no harm in people looking at you, no matter what their reasoning is. “did you need something?” because he rarely speaks to you, and he certainly doesn’t talk to you like that.

usopp shifts on his feet, tongue suddenly too big for his mouth, his words clumsily knocking against the back of his teeth; but after inhaling deeply, a bit of his anxiety rolls off of his skin, drips down to the floor — out of sight, out of mind.

“i, um,” he rubs the back of his neck, warm, russet brown skin still struggling with the overwhelming heat that’s permanently settled on his face. “well, see… i haven’t found anyone to p-pose for my assignment, so—”

“sure.” your voice is clear, decisive; you barely leave wiggle room for any argument, and that — the sheer oppressive power behind your assertiveness is what terrifies him. your intensity might literally kill him if he’s not careful.

“oh, okay, yeah.” feeling a little more confident, he puts his bag down and grabs his large sketch pad. he sits on the stool and motions for you continue as you were.

with raised brows, you shoot him an unreadable look, but don’t offer any clarification. you face your canvas again and attack it with vigor, dropping the charcoal and opting to use oil pastels instead. you don’t think as you move your arm, instead allowing the flow to come naturally as you begin dotting colors all around; you’ve been in an impressionist sort of mood, wanting to encapsulate the unhurried movements of field of flowers surrounded in flames. you’re not quite sure what possesses you, but it came to you in a dream and you couldn’t stop until you brought it to life.

during your freshman year, someone callously remarked that you were demented, a lost cause — someone to watch out for. but usopp begs to differ; as he sits and observes, twirling his conté stick around his fingers before settling down in front of the easel and sketching lightly. he notices that you tend to move around a lot, bouncing on your feet, as if the floor is too hot for you to tolerate at times; you also talk to yourself, which he doesn’t find unusual because he also talks to himself.

maybe you both have more in common than he originally thought. for some reason, the corners of his lips twitch, he finds himself smiling, albeit bashfully, at the idea.

you peek over at him as you work, admiring his steadfast dedication, the precise movements of his wrist, the delicate way he holds the conté stick. you’ve never cared about the work of others, but you’d be lying to yourself if you say you’re not even remotely curious about how he sees you.

usopp works in silence for about thirty minutes before you decide to stop for the night.

he’s done several gesture drawings of you, one more animated than the last, wanting to capture the fluidity and beauty of your movements without interruption. you might just be the perfect subject to study, if he’s honest. and while he definitely has more than enough to work with, he doesn’t really want to stop sketching you.

he knows he can’t say that, so he keeps it to himself, allowing the words to die down on the back of his tongue as he pushes the easel back to its proper place.

after leaving your signature messy scrawl on the bottom corner of your picture, you walk over to glance at his work, but he’s already grabbed the sketch pad and shoved it into his portfolio case. he clears his throat several times, almost comically, but you refrain from laughing — this time.

“thank you for your assistance,” usopp says with a grin; he wears his false bravado with ease, but he’s tragically unconvincing. you smile encouragingly at him and wink.

“anytime, cutie.”

while you contemplate whether or not you’ll showcase this particular piece of yours, he stammers over his words, mumbles something in haste and, quite literally, scurries away. you’re not sure if you’ve permanently scared him off, but you have a feeling he’ll come back and ask for that favor again. as he makes his way out of the building, nearly tripping down the stares with all of his hurried movements, he tries to remind himself that he has to be more careful. he’s sure you almost saw through his act; all of that courage deflates and he slows his steps, glancing over at the building again, wondering if maybe — just maybe — he’ll find a chance to show you his finished work.

it’s not the answer to the question that he’s been struggling with for the entirety of his adolescence and adult life, but it’s certainly a good start.

#sora ty for being so patient w my slow writing ily forevs #fic request #one piece imagine #one piece fluff #one piece angst #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #usopp x reader #usopp x y/n #usopp fluff #usopp angst #one day usopp will be a brave man; today is not that day #me? writing fluff? in this economy? it's more likely than u think.

[wesleysniperking]

Head High | excerpt

“Childhood tiptoed out.

Silence slid in like a bolt.”

– Arundhati Roy

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Usopp stopped running.

In that moment he suddenly felt very tired. He could only run for so long before his heart gave out. He’d hardly remembered what that felt like because he’d been running for far too long to understand what it was to die. He’d been chancing it ever since he saw his childhood home go up in flames. Why not run from the flames when you can watch them consume something you love? You were already dead.

What would life have been like if his mother had never taken a loan from that crook, Teach? Would his mother still be here? Heracles said that she wasn’t gone. But Heracles hadn’t reassured him that she’d come back either. Because she still wasn’t here, holding a plate of beef ragu or caprese chicken saltimbocca out to him, beckoning him to dinner time. “Patatino!” She’d say charmingly. “It’s dinner time. Come.”

Despite how much bullying he’d gone through, he’d been okay knowing his mother would always be able to scrounge up something nice for them both at the end of the day when he’d come back home. She’d let him watch an episode or two of Sniper King before he’d scamper off to his room. He’d then hear the low murmurs coming from the tv screen. The latest telenovela from somewhere in southern Eclipsia.

With those thoughts, Usopp glanced at the park bench he saw from a distance and noticed a lone figure. Their features weren’t easy to distinguish until he was nearer to them. He gasped inaudibly when he recognized the curly haired boy with a nose like his own. It was a younger him. He’d know that Sniper King tee and mini ‘fro anywhere. Upon more inspection he came to realize there were tears rolling down his cheeks, and sniffling; a small weeping sound heard.

It then dawned on him, Older Usopp, that he was looking at himself, right after his mother did the unthinkable. His hair was slightly singed and half broken off, and he smelled like kerosene, sweat, and dirt. He sported a nasty forehead bruise. In his hand, he held a small slingshot. He had it in a tight grip; his knuckles white.

“Where’d they take her?” Young Usopp asked quietly. “Where’d she go?”

That was when he, Older Usopp sat down next to the boy. As though the young boy knew who he was, he hardly looked at him when asking, “She’ll come back, right?” He asked. “She wouldn’t leave me.”

Older Usopp couldn’t lie to him. But the truth never provided comfort. So, maybe silence was the best option. Sitting in silence with the people who understood you the most. Therefore, Usopp didn’t reply to the younger him. He simply put an arm around his shoulder and brought him closer. Back then this was what he’d needed most. Just someone to hold him. Of course, Heracles showed up eventually but the moment had passed by then. He’d decided moving forward that hugging was for wimps; for cowards. But he was robbed of a hug when his childhood ended in Syrup. The Gecko Islands were hell.

He pulled his younger self closer. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I’m sorry.”

His younger self was quiet, but still accepted the gesture.

Fic found here.

Excerpt from a not-yet-posted chapter.

#one piece #usopp #sniper king usopp #god usopp #one piece usopp #straw hat usopp #modern high school au #Usopp pov #Usopp angst #excerpt #draft #FanFiction #ao3 #archive of our own #Usopp fic #Usopp centric fic #Usopp centric #one piece fic #one piece fan fiction #alternate universe #high school au #bullying #strawhats as high schoolers #op usopp #mugiwarapirates #strawhats #updates every Sunday #the story is dark but it has its bright moments #the new world is the continent with the nickname Scholaria #my fics

[strawhatsoraya]

ohh babey, congrats on the milestone <3 anywayyy i'm greedy and i love ruining ur life, so i am requesting 💔 angst, usopp, summer love with one liner prompt: she will be the darkness in my life. ily, kiss kiss fall in love n whatnot

You got it, bb. You know I live for angst.

From Light to Dark

She came in like sunlight, like new horizons, her burning flames painting everything gold.

You remember being blinded by her glistening brown skin, completely entrapped in her smile. She beckoned you forward, said she had a question for you. You didn’t have the answers but you tried anyway, making them up as you went along. Whether she noticed or not was inconsequential. How could you care when her laugh cleared your worries away, when it made you feel, as if for once–at long last–you were alive.

There was no lie too complicated you could not knit from bloody pieces of yourself; not if she asked you to. You were hooked on the sound of her voice, the way her syllables lilted at the ends. She spoke to you of far away lands, whispered terrible tales in your ear and laughed at your trembling body. 

‘Are you scared, Usopp?’ She’d ask you, pushing her body against yours. 

At those times breathing seemed meaningless. What was death in the face of her but reprieve from this torture of unfathomable want? You wanted, and wanted, but your hands never reached out.

Hers never shook, never faltered. Your face had been their temporary home. She’d hold it as she’d kiss you, pouring empty promises down your throat. You wanted to believe her, so you swallowed them down, acrid smoke burning your lungs.

The taste of her skin reminded you of bonfires; kerosene and ocean sprays. A dream in a dream in a dream; You allowed your hands to explore knowing only pain waited at the end. But how could you turn her away when your name sounded so sweet from her lips? Her nails were sharp, scratching down warning signs down your back. Her thighs around your frail hips gripped you like death, stealing your will to live. 

Your instinct had always been to survive--live, Usopp, live! But with her, you always plummeted into death head first. She was bittersweet, the taste of an orange rind; sour on your tongue, but her scent always lingered in your memories.

She had been a burning star, casting light where once were shadows. You clutch at your chest, her heat no longer reaching you. You pretend an arm draped over your eyes will dull the ache behind your eyelids, make you forget how far you got to see.

You try to adjust, try to relearn to observe in the shadows once more.

For once she was light, and now she was the darkness in your life.

#usopp x y/n #usopp #usopp x reader #usopp x you #usopp angst #one piece angst #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #usopp one piece #fic request

[beaulesbian]

One Piece + text posts [3/?]

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #nico robin #nami #franky #usopp #sanji #straw hat crew #portgas d. ace #donquixote corazon #fujitora #zolu #luzo #tony tony chopper #mine #gif:op tpm #gif:op anime #gif:tpm #gif:zolu #long post #hehe another one of these bc theyre fun #sorry for that marineford angst ;-; #luffy one piece #chopper one piece #nami one piece #zoro one piece

[staratie]

protective prompt: get away from them

sfw-ish. mentions blood and a knife summary: you and the crew get ambushed. their leader decides to taunt them by slowly brushing a knife against your neck, leaving a thin cut.

Zoro

“Get. Away. From. Them.” He would say through gritted teeth.

Zoro normally kept quiet and only spoke when he either felt like it or absolutely had to.

Seeing you in the hands of their captor didn’t have him second guessing his threat. The anger and strain in his voice unfortunately showed the guy how much he cares about you, so he tries Zoro’s patience with more threats.

Sanji

“Get away from them.” Sanji commands sternly. His usual calm demeanor was getting pushed to the limit when he saw the cut on your neck.

If it wasn’t for the tight knots he would give the captor a couple deadly locks and punches.

Seeing the small amount of blood from the cut was more than enough to make him as angry as Zeff.

Luffy

“Get away from them!” Luffy yells loudly. He wanted the leader’s attention on him, not you. And not because he’s the caption.

He cares about you, more than he realized until he saw your hair get roughly pulled and the knife hovering over your throat.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t do much to set himself free. The captor started making fun of him and how he’s a terrible captain for letting his crew get easily captured.

Luffy could only stare deep into your scared eyes as the guy kept speaking menacing phrases.

Usopp

“Get away…from them!” He yells. Usopp is a little nervous because the guy is intimidating, but seeing that sliver on your neck got his blood boiling.

When the captor noticed him, he dragged you with him. Wincing in pain, he propped you next to him in front of Usopp and made another small cut.

Usopp tried his best to wriggle out or the knots, cursing at the guy as blood slowly dropped down your throat.

#one piece live action #one piece #roronoa zoro x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #one piece headcanons #usopp x reader #monkey d. luffy headcanons #monkey d. luffy x reader #angst angst angst

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

‘birthdays’ - full comic !!

“So, what did you wish for Usopp?”

“…”

“…”

“Another birthday like this one.”

“And a nap like Jinbe.”

“..is he breathing?-“ “I don’t know.”

#I was late #sorry #they share a birthday week #Usopp #one piece #comic #one piece comic #angst #banchina #brook #soul king brook #jinbe #JinBrook #fishbones

[inuyassa]

HELLO!!! Can i make a Luffy x F!reader (not dating YET but mutual pining) request where the reader gets injured during a fight but hides it from the crew because the victory party started, (and because after everything Luffy has been through recently the reader doesn't want him to worry) BUT she goes down half way through the party?

What is Luffy's reaction??

Angst to comfort ig?? does that make sense???

THANK.

OMG YOU KNOW I LOVE ME SOME ANGST!!!!!!! I hope this is what you were thinking/hoping!!

Luffy x F!Reader

Request

Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Blood, and Implied Injury. Some mature language.

Wake Up...

She gripped the edge of the bathroom sink as she placed another round of antiseptic on the wound.  It was a fresh laceration, bright red and still bleeding.  She had only received it a day ago while the crew was ashore and attacked by a local gang.  The fight was short lived, but she still took quite a few hits, and when one came at her with a knife…

It would be so simple to just go to Chopper and ask to be patched up, but by the time everyone made their way back to the ship, the party was underway.  Drinks and food and music, complements of Zoro, Sanji, and Brook respectively.  It was one of the first times since reuniting that the crew was able to celebrate a win together.  Luffy was overjoyed, his smile was back after so much pain…how could she ruin that by making him worry?

After another painful round of wound cleaner, she made her way back onto the deck.  Brook was jamming away on his violin while Sanji pined after Robin and Nami with plates of sweets and mugs of tea.  Zoro laughed through a half drunk bottle of sake while Luffy devoured a full serving of meat on the bone. The sounds of laughter once again filled the deck of the Thousand Sunny.  She smiled, her eyes growing heavy.  She braced herself against the nearby pillar and tried to stop the world from spinning. 

“Hey kiddo, you doing okay?” Franky walked up beside her, he had been making his way to the spread of food when he saw her loose balance.  She looked up at him, his smile faded when he saw how pale she looked, her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat.  “Woah, buddy, you don’t look too good,” he said, putting a large, strong hand on your shoulder.  “You need me to get Chopper?”

She grinned, feeling the world swallow her up.  “Hey, Franky,” she began.  “Don’t let me hit my head okay?” Her legs buckled beneath her and she fell.  Franky lunged forward to catch her, easing her onto the ground.  “Kid? Kid! Hey, we need help over here!”

Franky’s voice cut through the jovial music, causing Brook to freeze and the rest of the crew to look towards him.  When Luffy saw her on the ground, he rushed over, leaving his half eaten meat behind.  Chopper followed closely behind, grabbing his bag from off the bench.  The rest of the crew shot over, hovering as she lay in Franky’s arms.  Her breath was short and shaky, her brow furrowed in pain.  Luffy looked her over with panic, that’s when he noticed the blood soaking into her shirt.  She was hurt.  He faltered backwards several steps before he fell to his knees, his heart beating loud and fast in his ears, his eyes full of fear.  Zoro noticed his Captain and knelt down in front of him.  “Luffy, you’ve got to stay with us okay?”

“Blood…” Luffy said, his voice hoarse and soft.  “She’s bleeding…”

Zoro grabbed his shoulders.  He might be the future Pirate King, but right now, he was that same little kid who just lost his brother.  “Look at me Luffy,” Zoro said, his voice stern but comforting.  “This is not like then, this is now.  She’s going to be fine.  You won’t lose her, understand?”  That’s when Zoro noticed the tears welling up in Luffy’s eyes.  He stared blankly ahead, his face locked.  “Blood…” he breathed.  “So much blood…”

“We need to get her inside,” Chopper said.  “She’s responsive but in a lot of pain.”  Franky nodded and stood up, slowly cradling her tense body in his arms.  She let out a pained yell as he did, and Luffy’s breath caught in his throat.  He stood up, shoving Zoro out of the way and running towards her.  He was tackled by Usopp who pinned the manic Luffy down.  “Calm down Luffy,” he yelled.  “You won’t be any help to her the way you are now.”

Luffy clawed at the ground, his fists filling with grass and dirt, he yelled for Usopp to get off him.  “I’m your captain,” he screamed, his voice raw.  “You do as I say and get the hell off me!”

A large, leather clad shoe pinned Luffy’s head to the ground.  Sanji stood above him, his eyes filled with rage and worry.  “You need to calm down Luffy,” he sneered.  “This isn’t helping anyone, especially not her!” 

Luffy fought against the pressure, but with his arms bound by Usopp, he wasn’t going anywhere.  His breath became fast and heavy, his body slowly losing the will to fight them off anymore.  Hot tears streamed from his eyes and he sobbed.  He let our months of repressed worry and fear.  Pain he thought he was over all came rushing back into him like a flood he couldn’t control…

***

“You gave us all quite a scare,” Chopper lectured her as he changed her bandages.  It had been two days since she collapsed at the party, and in that short amount of time, Chopper’s treatment had all but healed her.  “You’ll have a nasty scar, but other than that, your wound looks really good!”

She smiled, caressing the small doctor’s cheek.  “Looks like I owe you my life yet again Doctor.” Chopper began to blush, assuring her that her compliments could not fool him, and that she was a liar.  She laughed.  “Is Luffy around?  I haven’t seen him since I woke up.”

Chopper paused.  “He hasn’t really talked much to anyone on board.  He just sits at the helm and looks out at the sea…we’re all sort of worried about him.”

She sighed, looking out the small window at the ocean.  In an attempt to save Luffy the pain of seeing her hurt, she ended up making the situation much worse…

*** 

Luffy sat cross-legged, letting the sea breeze run its invisible fingers through his hair, his hat dangling around his neck.  The sun was getting ready to set, that would mean three days since he last saw her…

”Is this seat taken?”  Luffy’s head shot around to see her standing behind him, a small blanket wrapped around her.  His heart dropped to his stomach.  She looked so tired…

She must have taken his silence as a response and lowered herself down next to him.  His eyes never left her, afraid that if he so much as blinked she would disappear forever. “You don’t need to blame yourself, you know,” she began.  “I hid it from everyone.  I didn’t want to make you worry.  I guess that plan sort of backfired though huh?”

Luffy still only stared at her…”You were bleeding,” he began.  “And then you collapsed…just like he did.”

She looked at him.  “Luffy…”

“I thought you weren’t going to wake up too…”

Before he could say anything else she threw her arms around him, pulling him into her arms.  Luffy held onto her tight, burrowing his face in between her neck and shoulder.  She felt his body shake with silent sobs.  “I’m right here,” she whispered.  “I’m right here.  I’m not going anywhere I promise…”

#one piece x reader #angst/comfort #monkey d luffy #franky #tony tony chopper #robin #nami #roronoa zoro #brook #usopp #black leg sanji #fanfic #request #requests open #im so so so sorry

[bobabisch]

Me: no, honest to god, I can make any situation angsty/dark

Reader: it's just logically impossible, you can't do that with literally anything!

Me: Luffy's funny little "I'm always hungry!" gag isn't comedic relief, its food insecurity as a result of not knowing when he was going to get his next meal when he was young and that's why he always eats as much as he can, as fast as he can to the point where he gets sick 🙂

Reader: ...😦

#one piece #opla #luffy x reader #nami x reader #sanji x reader #usopp x reader #zoro x reader #writing #one shot #headcanon #hcs #angst

[bunitivity]

✨Just bros being bros✨

Original:

#imagine the angst🫢 #one piece #sanuso #usopp #usosan #sanji black leg #one piece fanart #op fanart #my art

[mytheoristavenue]

Currently thinking about Yasopp taking care of Uta, like putting her to bed with a story and saying "Ya know, I've got a son about your age. Maybe you can meet him one day." And then after she's asleep he kind of fantasizes about how Usopp and his mom are doing. How she's probably got a great job in her dream field and Usopp's probably this super sweet, smart kid.

Meanwhile, in Syrup Village, Usopp is hiding in an alleyway, a homeless orphan, hated by his community and wondering when his dad's gonna come take him away to the sea.

(ok I'm done)

#usopp #usopp angst #yasopp the deadbeat dad

[ribs02]

"Burden"

#water 7 sanuso angst how about it #one piece #one piece fanart #op #vinsmoke sanji #usopp #sanuso

[emmaiscool22]

Secrets in Alabasta

straw hats x strawhat!reader (luffy x reader)

gender neutral reader

Character is named Lucky for a reason! Please let me know if you want more from this same character! 

This is my first fanfiction ever, so please give me some feedback and be nice!

Warnings: angst?

written on: 3/22/24

word count: 1091

I stand in the middle of the vast desert, watching as two figures dig into the hot, dry earth. The sun beats down mercilessly, casting harsh shadows and making the air shimmer with heat waves. As the day bled into night, the guilt begins to consume me. I keep staring out into the desert waiting for him to find me. The sand behind me begins to shift as Luffy lays next to me trying to catch my eyes. I hate how well he can read people. 

“Everyone is starting to head to bed,” Luffy says, “what are you still doing out here? 

I shake my head, not trusting myself to say anything besides the truth that is clawing at my throat. Luffy’s eyes move from my own to my hands, which dig in the sand, hoping to bury my secret and my guilt. His hand grabs mine. “What are you still doing out here?” He repeats. I shake my head again and kneel over, the bile in my throat becoming too much as I throw up into the sand. Tears begin to leak out of my eyes. 

“Luffy,” I sob, “I can’t do this anymore!”

He stares at me.

“I need to tell everyone something!” I choke out.

He grabs my hand and pulls me up, leading me back to the worn down, broken home we are staying in while in Yuba. I lock eyes with Toto and he glares at me. He knows my secret, I think. I close my eyes and look away, as I let Luffy lead me into the house. The door slams open and six pairs of eyes are on the both of us. Luffy lets go of my hand, going to stand next to Sanji. 

“Lucky, has something to tell us.” Luffy exclaims dropping onto the nearest bed. 

I glance back at the door. I should run, I think. 

“What’s wrong Lucky-swannnnn!” Sanji spins towards me with hearts in his eyes. 

I could feel my hands start to shake, the sand I was previously holding raining onto the ground. My eyes follow it. I look back up and lock eyes with Vivi. She looks concerned, waiting for me to reveal my truth. I look away quickly, glancing at Chopper, Zoro, Nami, and Usopp. I take a deep breath. Chopper bounds towards me, holding out a handkerchief. I did not even realize I started crying again.

“So,” Nami juts out her hip, “what is it?” 

I move my gaze over to Luffy, who seems to be falling asleep. My gaze blurs and I listen to the sound of digging outside. The guilt begins to bubble up. I feel like throwing up again.

“There is a reason people call me Lucky,” my words come out involuntarily, “it’s a codename of sorts. My father used to call me that growing up and it stuck. His little Lucky-Gator is what he called me. But it's also a codename to my codename, Miss St. Patrick’s Day! Get it? Lucky! My real name is Y/N!” I cry out the truth. But I know there is more to say. My voice begins to waver as everyone's eyes start looking around at each other, confused at my rambling. Before anyone could interrupt, I begin to speak again. 

“I told you that I was in Shell’s Town to claim Buggy’s bounty. I wasn't lying about that, I mean at least partially. I was there for Buggy. More specifically, I was there to kill him. My - uh- my boss wanted me to kill him. But then you were there Luffy. And I felt like it was fate when you asked me to join your crew. I needed to get out of there.”

Zoro speaks up, “You aren’t making any sense.”

I grab at my hair, tugging it. “I know! I know! I am sorry I never told you. But I was so happy to get out. I am - uh- was an agent for Baroque Works, just like Vivi. Vivi didn’t know who I was because he didn’t want anyone to know me. I was a secret. That is why I don’t have a bounty. I should have one with the amount of people I have killed and the things I have done. But he worked with the government to let me off, because I am his daughter!"

Luffy sat up. Vivi asks, “Lucky, who is your father?”

I ignore her question and kept on rambling, “I promise I have no idea what he is doing here. When Vivi told us that he was here, I was just as confused as you all were. I haven’t contacted him since Shell’s Town and it was about -”

“Lucky,” Luffy interrupted, “who is your father?”

“Crocodile” I whispered, “I swear to you that I am not working with him. He doesn’t even know I am here with all of you. I know you want to kill him, Luffy. I don’t think I can stop you from doing that. Once he finds out I am here, he will have agents coming to collect me.” 

I step back towards the door. My hand on the knob. 

“That is why I am leaving you all here in Yuba.” 

Luffy shot up at that. I raised my hand towards him, signaling him to stop. 

“This isn’t up for debate Luffy,” I start, “I know you are my captain, and I should listen to you, but I need to leave you all here. My father won’t hurt me, but if he sees me with you, he will hurt you. I am going to go find him and I will meet back up with you all at some point, if you still want me.” 

I glance around one more time. Chopper and Usopp share a scared look, and I can't read Zoro or Nami. Sanji lights a cigarette, and finally I look at Vivi. She has tears running down her face. I open the door stepping out into the night, the sand crunching underneath my feet. 

“We will find you, Y/N,” Luffy exclaimed, "You are my nakama!"

I turned and began walking into the night. I could feel a smile pulling at my face at the thought of Luffy using my real name. No one had called me Y/N in years. At that moment, I realize that the desert held more secrets than could ever be unearthed. And as I turn and walk away, I knew I would forever be haunted by the man digging in the desert. I know I have to free him from his chore. More importantly, I need to free myself from my father’s grasp.

#one piece #one piece x reader #monkey d. luffy #one piece imagine #alabasta #angst #one piece x y/n #roronoa zoro #sanji #strawhats #usopp #nami #sir crocodile #warlord #fanfic #luffy x reader

[r0ttkins]

Kid's table

#one piece #god usopp #art #usopp #princess uta #red hair pirates #one piece fanart #one piece fan art #one piece angst

[staratie]

i’m real. i’m here.

prompt from @nightprompts

sfw-ish, mentions body injuries, some forms of torture, language summary: after getting rescued from sadistic kidnappers, you were frantic, unsure if the voice you’re hearing are theirs or your pirate’s

Zoro

“I’m real. I’m here.”

After he helped you onto the ship, he pulled you into a hug. It wasn't like him to give that type of affection, so the crew was caught off guard.

When you felt his arms around you, you instantly tried to punch him off, thinking he was the man squeezing your body while putting a knife on your throat.

“Fuck you, let me go!” You screamed. Trying to find your sword was futile because you remembered the man taking it away. Little did you know that Nami was holding it.

“Calm down, it’s Zoro.” He said gently, easily evading your punch.

Hearing his name snapped you out of your vision. When you saw his eyes looking into yours with concern, yours bubbled up and you leaned your forehead on his chest.

Sanji

“I’m real, I’m here.”

On the beach, Sanji was carrying you bridal style. He was holding you close and kissed the top of your head as the crew ran to the boat.

You felt so limp, so helpless in his arms. Your body had purple bruises, and cuts on your legs.

Despite your injuries, you shook yourself free from Sanji’s grip, almost falling to the sand. “Let. Me. Go.” You growled.

“It’s me!” Sanji exclaimed. “It’s me, Sanji.” He repeated, kneeling next to you. Your eyes were bloodshot, making you look hysterical. It took you a minute to make sure that Sanji is Sanji. When he whispered your name, your eyes brimmed with tears and you melted into his warm embrace.

Luffy

“I’m real! I’m here.”

He was insistent. He wanted you to know that it was him giving you a piggy back ride, and no one else.

Your full body weight was on him. He didn’t mind though. Knowing you were safe with him was all that mattered. However, when the sedation started to wear off, you started kicking and screaming, screaming how you didn’t want to go under again.

He didn’t mean to make it worse, but Luffy tightened his grasp, trying to prevent you from falling.

“Go eat shit, asshole!” You yelled, freeing yourself. Luffy didn’t want to do this, but knocked you out with a (soft) punch. You effortlessly fell backwards and luckily didn’t suffer any more injuries.

Usopp

“I’m real. I’m here!”

Usopp was worn out from the fight but still managed to bring you on board.

Your arm was broken and you had a swollen eye. Astonished by how someone can be so cruel, Usopp grabbed some ice from the freezer and gentle placed it on your eye.

“I’m telling you I don’t know where they are!” You whimpered, wincing when your arm lightly touched the kitchen floor. “Let me go…”

Usopp sniffled and wiped the tears off his face. He chastised himself from not getting there in time to save you.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He whispered lovingly. “I won’t leave you alone this this time, I promise.”

#one piece #one piece live action #roronoa zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #one piece headcanons #usopp x reader #usopp headcanons #monkey d. luffy #monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy headcanons #sanji headcanons #roronoa zoro headcanons #zoro headcanons #angst angst angst #on queue

[beanghostprincess]

He likes a girl, he likes a girl, he likes a girl, he likes a girl

and I'm not a girl, I'm not a girl, I'm not a girl, I'm not a girl

#i would apologize but i am not doing it #hey i am sad #he's also bisexual but usopp doesn't know that and sanji has internalized homophobia #the angst the pain i am insane #one piece #black leg sanji #sanuso #usopp #cat burglar nami