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Rut - Alastor x Fem!Reader - Oneshot

WARNING: Mature content ahead. MDNI

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hazbin Hotel or the fanart featured above. This is a fan created work.

Word Count: 4,244

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Clawed fingers tore at crimson silk, black buttons snapping free and clattering to the floor as the dress shirt was ripped open. Beads of sweat soaked into scarlet bangs, plastering the usually fluffy hairs against feverish skin. Ragged breaths rattled a heaving chest as they fanned across parched lips.

When had it gotten so hot? Was the air conditioning in the radio tower not working?

Everything felt too constricting. From his clothes to his own skin, it was as though he couldn’t breathe properly. Alastor growled in frustration as his bowtie was thrown to the floor.

Leaning over a panel of dials and switches, the radio demon raised a hand to his antlers. The velveteen covered bone itched - small shreds of the hair-like skin falling as he scratched desperately.

The sensation did little to dissuade his discomfort. Nor did removing his monocle or allowing his other hand to dig into the skin of his neck. But even so, he couldn’t stop.

Thin lines of sanguine trickled from now raw skin, the thick liquid eliciting a cooling sensation in its wake. A loud sigh escaped Alastor at the miniscule relief his spilled blood had brought. But the amnesty was short lived, retreating almost immediately and leaving a psoriasis of mounting intensity in its wake.

Air. He needed air.

Scrambling toward a window, the man almost didn’t notice his antlers crashing into the glass until the impact had caused him to stumble backwards and land on his ass. Rubbing his behind, Alastor stood and paused for a moment.

Why did that feel good?

It was as though his antlers were yearning to be rammed against something. The urge tickled and twisted its way down from the top of his head to the tip of his tail - the white and scarlet puff now standing straight up in alert.

Foregoing another headbut into the fenestella, he instead raised the glass gently. A welcome breeze struck against his face, bringing a shiver down the demon’s spine as his burning skin began to cool in the sulfur wind.

Panting, he allowed his upper body to bend over the windowsill. His torso stretched outward and his head hung limply as he took in the feeling of relief once more. Had he a clearer mind, he’d have cringed at the thought of someone seeing him in such a desperate state.

But the act of leaning out the window brought another sensation. As if the universe itself were seeking to break him, he was struck by an alluring scent. Floral musk assaulted his nostrils, causing the demon’s head to jerk upward in search of its source. And when his gaze traveled down towards the hotel’s entrance, he knew it had been located.

Standing in front of the building was the establishment’s newest resident, Y/n. Her hair was pulled up, exposing the delicate flesh of her neck and shoulders, the sun dress she wore fluttering in the breeze. No doubt the autumn wind was what brought her enticing bouquet aloft, caressing the visible skin and shepherding her aroma to the radio tower above.

Scent was far from her only captivating feature. From her piercing eyes to the enthralling angles of her facial structure. From her beautiful hair down to her adorable toes and every sensual curve in between, the woman was downright breathtaking. A dangerous sentiment, given Alastor’s current state.

Leaning further out the window, his nose lifted as he inhaled deeply, Alastor’s eyes widened in awareness of his lower half now pressed firmly against the wall below. The rigid wooden surface brushed deliciously against his hardened member.

So that was it. It was that time of year again.

Alastor was rarely one to experience such basal urges. The occasions he did were more inconvenient and bothersome than anything, requiring time be taken from his busy schedule to satiate the primal desire. He clicked his tongue in irritation at his body’s betrayal. Crinkling his eyebrows together and exiting the studio, he began to ponder just how best to take care of the pesky dilemma.

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Several hours later, Alstor had been able to quell the physical effects of his rut enough to emerge from his room. The demon was far from satisfied though, the urge to breed burning at the back of his mind. An incredible amount of willpower was needed to keep himself in check - far more than he would care to admit - or else he’d find himself locked away, stroking his cock raw in desperate search of release again.

After an annoyingly long period of such activities, the deer demon had grown so disgruntled with his own biology that he’d decided to just ignore it. He knew the strategy was flawed - that it could only work for a short while - no matter how many times he came, only allowing himself to truly mate would bring any true relief to his symptoms. But he had to get on with his life. He had duties and obligations that could wait no longer. Perhaps after he completed the day’s tasks, he’d hire a prostitute to satiate his sexual appetite.

And then kill her, of course.

He couldn’t let someone walk freely knowing how truly weak his rut made him. The thought of using another sinner and then beating her body into a bloody pulp caused Alastor’s signature smile to broaden. After inflicting as much pain as possible and ensuring she’d perished, he’d consume her flesh. His stomach growled in anticipation.

Whistling an old timey tune, he walked through the streets of Pentagram City. An overlord meeting had just concluded, meaning Alastor was now free to return to the Hazbin Hotel and fulfill his duties as facilities manager. He just needed to make some quick repairs, meet with Charlie to discuss her continuing rehabilitation curriculum, and he’d be off to the entertainment district.

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Moss-colored wooden panels now lined yet another wall of the hotel’s lobby. Why did there always seem to be a new hole in the building’s exterior walls? If it wasn’t one of Sir Pentious’ inventions causing another explosion, it was some nuisance of the week who thought they could best the Radio Demon and the Princess of Hell.

Alastor couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of the latest attack, the pained screams of his victims as he strangled them to death with his shadow tentacles still replaying in his mind. They’d managed to blow a hole in the hotel’s facade, but some quick magic had it fixed in a jiffy. Standing back, Alastor admired his work when a familiar scent caught his attention.

Turning around slowly, he was met with the sight of Y/n descending the hotel’s main staircase. Every step she took was pure elegance, as though she were surrounded by an aura of grace and allure. Her vibrant sundress flowed behind as she walked, its deep V neckline exposing a fair bit of cleavage. Her pheromones permeated Alastor’s senses, working in tandem with her gorgeous appearance to captivate the man. When she’d reached the final step, her gaze lifted to meet with his and her lips curved up to form a dazzling smile.

“Hey, Al.” She waved before advancing toward him.

Alastor’s heart skipped and his cock throbbed. The uncomfortable itching sensation returned, his pulse increasing and his breath growing shallow. He briefly considered excusing himself - running to his room before he lost composure - but decided against it. He couldn’t let something as simple as biology and instinct get the better of him.

“Hello there, darling! How are you this fine afternoon?” The radio static came through especially thick as he spoke, distorting his voice to a near grumble.

A blush overtook the woman, her hands clasping together as she took on a bashful stance. Her current posture had her arms squeezing her breasts, causing the supple flesh to squish together and expose even more of her cleavage than had already been visible.

“I’m alright. Just headed to the bar.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before continuing. “Care to join me?” Her voice was soft and smooth, akin to satin.

Damn, this woman. He’d already made plans to take care of the issue, and yet here she was enticing him. But the longer he spent in her presence, the more he felt his desire grow. And the harder his cock grew, his body reacting to the female before it.

Forcing himself to remain composed, Alastor gestured for her to lead the way. He followed her silently to the bar, where they both sat before a frowning Husker.

“Hi there, beautiful.” He turned to nod towards Alastor. “Boss.” The feline bartender bent down, the sound of clinking glass coming from below the bar. “What can I get you, sweetheart?”

Alastor didn’t miss the warm smile Husk offered his companion while only scowling in his general direction when addressing them both. When said female’s eyelashes fluttered and she began to fidget with the hem on her dress, the Radio Demon’s perpetual smile fell just the slightest bit.

“Sex on the beach, please.”

Red wings flapped once as Husker took on a devious smirk. He reached for a bottle of peach schnapps before speaking in a flirtatious tone. “Sorry to disappoint, but the nearest ocean is three rings down. Hopefully the drink is half as satisfying as the man making it.”

And then the cat winked. He fucking winked.

Alastor’s blood boiled, the urge to ram his antlers against the insufferable bartender was overwhelming. When she giggled at the other male’s advances, all he could see was red.

The deer demon growled as he stood from his seat, fluffy ears laying flat to his head. Clawed fingers gripped Y/n’s wrist and yanked her away from the bar. A surprised yelp escaped the woman as Alastor dragged her towards the staircase, his anger evident with every stomping footstep.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, her words laced with uncertainty. “Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t respond, only continuing to trudge forward as she stumbled behind attempting to keep up with his quick and deliberate strides. As they ventured onward, his other hand rose to dig at his neck, the itching sensation now unbearable as his body’s excitement and irritation intensified. By this point, the man was nearly operating on hormones alone.

The pair halted at Alastor’s room just long enough for him to open the door before roughly pushing her inside.

“Hey!” Her voice was now raised as she stared down the man before her. “What was that for?!”

Shadow tentacles emerged from the room’s corners and encircled the woman, wrapping around her form with a vice grip. She squealed when the appendages lifted her into the air, her feet dangling above the carpeted floor. Her eyes widened when Alastor advanced toward her, his form appearing to grow larger and his antlers having extended.

When the pair were mere centimeters apart, his steps ceased. Bending forward, his nose brushed the crook of her neck before he inhaled deeply. Her scent was even stronger than before - like a hypnotic miasma the man could feel himself getting drunk on with every wiff.

“Umm, Alastor?” Her voice wavered as she questioned his actions. But she made no attempt to move away.

“Apologies, my dear.” His ever present radio static sunk into her bones, her expression visibly softening when he pulled away to meet her eyes. Oh how he longed to see that face morphed with bliss and pleasure as he ravaged her. “I simply couldn’t stand to watch that pestering feline continue his advances on what is mine.”

Her cheeks were brightly flushed, but she made no effort to deny his statement. Instead, when Alastor lifted a hand to cup her cheek, she leaned into it. “Perhaps you should claim me then.”

The noise he made in response was akin to a crackling purr, his eyelids drooping and pupils dilating in a lustful gaze. Tangling his fingers through her hair, his lips crashed into hers in a devouring kiss. His tongue invaded the wet cavern of my mouth when she moaned against him. She tasted of sweetness and desire, not unlike the musk of her arousal Alastor’s heightened senses allowed him to take note of. She wanted him, and the longer their mouths remained plastered together, the more their carnal need for each other grew.

Once their lips had separated, the shadow tentacles moved her to the waiting bed. Their grip loosened, allowing her limbs to regain blood flow while still holding her firmly in place. Her body rested against the plush comforter beautifully, her hair splayed out in a halo around her face as her chest rose and fell in rapid breaths of anticipation.

Alastor’s smile broadened, sharp teeth exposed and menacing in the room’s dim lighting. She was willing prey before a deadly predator, his perfect doe - compliant and eager. He climbed atop her form, the mattress dipping as he did.

Sharp nails clawed up the female’s sides as he drew into her neck once more, his tongue coming out to lick a long stripe along the supple flesh. Beneath the sodden muscle, he could feel her pulse quicken. The scent of blood flowing beneath her skin enticed the demon, who sunk his claws into her hips - fabric and skin tearing as his knee came up to brush firmly against her clothed cunt. The resulting whimper which fell from her lips was like music to the Radio Demon’s ears.

By this point, his pants had grown uncomfortably tight against his needy erection. Dragging his digits upwards, the sundress was ripped from her form as a shudder rippled through her.

Long streaks of bloody claw marks ran up her torso, the shallow cuts bringing a new sense of exciting danger to the female. She began to writhe against the shadow appendages which still held her in place, but it was clear she wasn’t looking for escape. Rather, she struggled against her bindings in an attempt to reach out to him - to touch him as he touched her.

He paused to take in the sight of her black lace undergarments, appreciating the delicate fabric and the lewd implication that she’d donned them deliberately. A dark chuckle fell from the man as he hooked a single finger beneath the band of her bra, right at the point where her breasts met and pulled the fabric away from her form. “Tell me, cheri. Did you intend to spend your evening beneath me?”

She didn’t respond, only turning her head to the side and looking away from him.

“Now, now.” He gripped her cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to meet his gaze. His tone was akin to a parent chastising their child. “It’s rude to ignore someone who’s speaking to you. Especially when you’re at their mercy.” The ripping of fabric punctuated his statement as her bra was shredded, her breasts bouncing free with nipples hardening in the cool air.

“I could tell you were suffering, what with the time of year and all.” Her voice came as a whisper, as if she were afraid of admitting to her knowledge of his rut.

Alastor sighed, his knee moving to bring some much needed friction to her clothed core. His trousers grew damp where he rubbed, her arousal soaking into the fabric. “What a foolish little doe you are, cheri.” Sitting upward, his pinstripe tailcoat was removed and tossed aside. His eyes took on a darker hue as he began to release his tie. “I am going to enjoy devouring you.”

The moment he’d finished the statement, the shadow tentacles pulled her limbs apart - spreading her wide for him. Removing his shirt and then her panties, he trailed a finger along the scarlet stripes on her side. Sticky blood gathered on his digit, which was quickly brought to waiting lips. Wrapping his tongue around the extremity, he hummed in approval.

“Delicious.”

An audible gulp came from the female as she watched the man before her with lidded eyes, her pupils blown wide. Two of the tentacles slithered up her form, encircling her breasts with a tight squeeze. A deep moan erupted from her throat as the shadow appendages began to move, squishing and manipulating the tender flesh whilst the tips toyed with her perked nipples in unison. Her breath came in pants, fists clenching and releasing as she allowed the pleasure to wash over her.

The welcome ministrations happening at her tits had distracted the woman, who failed to notice Alastor moving downwards. She missed the sensation of his hands massaging their way from her torso to her thighs, nor did she notice when the man positioned his upper body between her legs. Only when she felt his tongue slide through her folds did she let out a surprised gasp. Looking down, she finally took note of the head of crimson hair buried between her limbs.

Alastor’s ears were laid flat as his mouth worked on her, lapping at the slick of her heat. His lips engulfed her pussy in a passionate kiss to her lower lips, tongue darting inside as his nose brushed her clit. His sharp nails dug into the skin of her thighs when her hips began to buck, holding her still against his face as he continued to eat her out.

He consumed her like a man starved, savoring the flavor of her arousal. Lewd slurping sounds filled the air as he continued to lick and suck at her center, eliciting moans with every breath the female took. Moving upwards, his lips came to rest around her bundle of nerves whilst two long fingers entered her now soaking hole. The digits moved in a scissoring fashion as he pumped them within her, his mouth providing suction to her clit.

It wasn’t long before she unraveled on his fingers, a sharp whine shuddering from her body as her walls convulsed. Alastor continued his actions, working her through her orgasm until finally she settled. Withdrawing from her, his lips and chin shone with the moisture of her arousal.

When the tentacles holding her in place withdrew, the woman looked surprised. She sat up, attempting to catch her breath as she looked at the bulge in her companion’s pants.

“On all fours, darling.” The order sent a shiver down her spine.

She complied in silence, turning around to present herself to him. Her juices dripped down her thighs, pussy clenching around nothing as she waited to be taken.

The clinking of metal was the only sound as his belt slipped free of the loops on his trousers, before said garment was unzipped and allowed to crumple on the floor. Finally, his cock sprang free as his bottoms and underwear were kicked aside. The angrily flushed tip weeped beads of precum as he stroked it lazily.

Climbing atop the bed once more, Alastor settled behind his mate and brought his member to her entrance. Sinking into her slowly, they vocalized in unison. A guttural growl came from deep within the buck’s chest as he bottomed out within her. Laying himself flat against her back, he took her dangling tits into both hands and gripped them as he stilled.

He wanted to savor this feeling - to commit to memory the sensation of her silken walls surrounding his impossibly hard cock. She squeezed him deliciously tight, already milking him before the true fucking had even begun.

Gently kissing her shoulder, Alastor began to move. His thrusts came slow at first, his dick dragging against her at an agonizing pace as he withdrew until only the tip remained inside before reentering just as gradually. This repeated several times until the woman let out a noise of frustration, her hips jerking backwards in an attempt to increase the pace.

At her sudden movement, Alastor gasped. He hadn’t expected her to try and take charge - especially with him mounting her from behind. He was the male here. Perhaps he needed to remind her of their places in this sensuous act.

Quickly, a clawed hand removed itself from her breast and came to the back of her head before pushing. Her face landed sideways against a pillow, her eyes wide as she looked back at him.

“Impatient, are we?” The demon’s voice held a malicious edge, his eyes glinting with dark excitement. “Allow me to ruin you then.”

He left no opportunity for her to respond before he began thrusting into her once more, fucking her in earnest. His hips pistoned against her, the squelching of fluids mingled with slapping of skin each time his dick was plowed into her dripping heat. He held her head firmly against the pillow, his other hand ripping flesh at her hip to keep her still. A cry of pained pleasure came from the woman as she took his brutal assault.

Continuing to pummel his doe, Alastor picked her up so they were both upright on their knees. Her legs spread around his as she sat back onto his lap. A hand encircled her throat, choking her sobs as tears began to form at the corners of her eyes. His hips incessantly slapped her ass with each repeated thrust.

Bringing his other hand from her hip, the bloodied palm drug against her chest before his claws pierced her skin once more. Ripping down her front, she screamed in a high-pitched whine that vibrated his hand on her neck. Sanguine rivers now flowed freely, staining the fabric below.

The scent of her spilled blood was now too much to bear. Continuing his brutal pace, the Radio Demon brought his mouth to the conjunction of her shoulder and nape. He needed to taste her again - to feel the thickness of her blood against his tongue. And so he bit down, his dagger sharp teeth sinking into feverish skin. Salt was the first thing he tasted as her sweat mixed with his saliva before a metallic taste bloomed within his hungry maw.

“A-Alastor!” She screamed, one of her hands quickly tangling into his locks. Her other palm slapped against his upper leg, supporting her unsteady weight. Her eyes closed as she hissed from the pain. But oh, did it hurt so good.

Drinking greedily, he began to choke her in earnest. He couldn’t have the other hotel residents overhearing. The hand in his hair moved to grip one of his antlers, its twin now clawing at the fingers cutting off her air supply.

When her feeble offense against his vice grip began to lesson and the hold on his bony outcropping waned, Alastor knew she was close to passing out. He could also tell she was close to her second orgasm, the increasing force with which her pussy clamped around him signaling imminent release. And so, he withdrew himself from her and released his chokehold. The wine that accompanied her gasps for air was almost heartwrenching.

Tears now freely fell down her reddened cheeks as she struggled to hold herself up on both arms. She was shaking, her expression one of hurt and expectancy as she turned to face him.

In an instant, he was on her again. This time, she lay on her back while he held her legs in a folded position with her knees against her chest. Not hesitating for even a moment, he sunk back into her and resumed fucking her with an unrelenting force.

Snarling into her face, his brows furrowed in aggression as he spoke. “I say when you can cum.”

“Y-yes, sir!” She hadn’t missed a beat with her response. Grasping his antlers with both hands, she held on tightly as he continued to take her.

“Good girl.” One of his hands slotted itself into the space where they connected, softly circling her clitorus.

He knew he was close to his own end. After just a few more thrusts, his cock began to twitch within her. Kisses were trailed from her lips down her jaw and to her collar, all the while grunts that crackled with static filled the space between them. Beads of sweat dripped from Alastor’s forehead as he sucked bruising hickies across her skin.

With each mark left in his wake, she whined like a bitch in heat. His body responded to her cries, eager to spill his seed and breed her.

With the combination of his delicate ministrations against her clit, the pain of his claws and bites, and the pleasure of his dick battering into her, she had become a babbling mess. Single syllables and nonsense words flew from her mouth between pants and moans.

Licking the trails of blood along her chest, he mumbled against the fat of her breast. “Cum with me, Y/n.”

Two more thrusts into her needy cunt and they were both done for. Powerful spurts of cum painted her collapsing walls, coating her insides with his seed. He held onto her tightly, his pelvis pressed firmly against hers as he released deeply into her womanhood with a shouting moan. Wave after wave of blinding pleasure washed over them both as they rode out their highs.

Collapsing atop her with one last spurt of his cock, Alastor sighed in contentment. Panting heavily and burying his face into her neck, they both began to come down into a glorious afterglow.

“Feeling better?” Her arms were wrapped around his torso in a warm, loving embrace as her fingers traced mindless swirls across the expanse of his back.

“Much better, my dear.”

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Happy Birthday, Captain - Law x Fem!Reader - Oneshot

DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or the art featured above. This is a fan created work.

Y/n stared at the calendar, uncertainty wavering through her stomach and causing nervous bouts of nausea. In her lap sat a beautifully wrapped box, its yellow speckled paper adorned with a brightly colored bow. Trembling fingers toyed with the shiny ribbon, bending it slightly as a sigh fell from painted lips.

October sixth. The date mocked her from across the room, circled with enthusiasm and boasting in large penmanship “Captain’s Birthday!”

It had taken several of her crewmates’ begging, along with her own, to convince their grumpy captain to agree to any sort of celebration.

“It’s just another day. There’s no need to make a big fuss over my aging.”

She could still hear his gruff voice as the scene replayed in her memory. After enough pestering, he’d finally relented to a small gathering in the Polar Tang’s mess hall accompanying tonight’s dinner. There would be a cake prepared by the ship’s cook, Jean Bart, and everyone intended to present a gift of some sort. But the sleep deprived captain had adamantly refused any additional festivities.

That was all right though. Being able to celebrate his birthday, no matter how grandiose or quiet, was all that mattered. She hoped that despite his initial refusal, she’d be able to make this day a special one for him.

“Ouch!” Stinging pain erupted from her fingertip that had been manipulating the ribbon. Looking down she saw crimson begin to pool lazily on the skin’s surface, threatening to overflow onto the pristine wrapping below.

Quickly, she stood and placed the box down before rushing out of her bedroom. Hurried footsteps carried her towards the sickbay, the injured finger having been thrust into her mouth instinctually. The taste of metal coated her tongue.

Entering the room, she immediately began searching for the first aid kit. Cabinets were opened and rummaged through one handed before a cough brought her attention to the desk tucked along the room’s far wall.

Turning with a sheepish expression, she smiled around the digit still held between her lips. Golden eyes framed in dark circles bore a quizzical look as her captain stood from his seat. A sigh of indignation escaped Law as tattooed hands removed a pair of glasses from atop his nose before placing them, folded neatly, beside the open medical textbook he’d been studying.

“What have you done this time?” His tone was not unlike a parent’s - energy lacking and patience worn thin by far too many demands.

Her eyes dropped to the floor as the finger was removed from her mouth, fresh blood seeping from the open wound within seconds of air exposure. “Just a paper cut.” She held the injured digit up for him to inspect.

Law’s expression morphed from one of annoyance to a softer look. He moved past his subordinate swiftly, opening a cabinet she’d yet to search and withdrawing a package of bandages.

The Surgeon of Death. Dr. Heart Stealer. Trafalgar D. Water Law. Captain of the Heart Pirates. He went by many names, some more appealing than others. But to her, he was simply her beloved captain.

As he reached up once more to close the cabinet door, she felt her eyes wander south. Those spotted jeans were quite tight, leaving little to the imagination.

“See something you like, Y/n-ya?”

Her gaze snapped up immediately, a deep blush overtaking her features. He’d caught her, and the look he wore only added to her embarrassment. She couldn’t decide which was more enticing; to wipe that smug smirk from his face or kiss it. Her brows furrowed in annoyance.

Of course she harbored romantic feelings for her captain. Who wouldn’t? The man was tall, dark, and handsome. A dedicated doctor, a skilled fighter, and a fearless leader. If only he wasn’t so painfully aware of his own charms.

“Shut up.” She sounded like a child as she turned away from him, her arms crossed and cheeks puffed out in mock defiance. Law only chuckled as he took her hand in his, gently wrapping a bandage around her injured digit.

“Careful with the attitude.” A brief pause elapsed, the man seemingly mulling over his words. “I’d hate it if I had to punish you.” His voice betrayed his shit eating grin.

A playful gasp escaped the woman’s lips as she yanked her hand away, clutching the appendage close to her chest. “I am very well behaved, thank you.”

“Is that right?” A devious glint formed in his eyes as he moved closer to his companion. When she’d backed into the wooden desk, muscular arms seized the opportunity to trap her against the large surface. Leaning in close, Law growled before speaking into her ear with a husky tone. “Then maybe I should reward you instead.”

What was happening? Her captain had never shown such interest in her before, nor had he ever made any type of advance on her. Was checking out his ass really all it took to break his stoic demeanor?

“Umm, Captain?” She looked up at him with wide, doe eyes. Trying her best to look innocent, thick lashes fluttered beneath raised eyebrows. She’d hoped to confess her feelings during tonight’s birthday celebration, but this was completely unexpected.

As if being awoken from a trance, Law shook his head before backing away from his subordinate. “Sorry, Y/n-ya.” He rubbed the back of his neck while directing his gaze anywhere but at her. “I don't know what came over me. Please, just forget that anything happened.”

Was he hurt? Had she misread his intentions? No. He was obviously trying to make a move on her, and she’d chosen to react surprised instead of receptive. But more than that, was her captain being vulnerable with her right now?

“Hey.” A gentle hand came to rest on the man’s arm, bringing his attention down to her smiling face. “I was just a little surprised.”

At her admission, Law’s eyes morphed from guilty to hopeful. Seeing this change, an idea popped into the woman’s mind. “Would you like one of your gifts a little early?”

Confusion crossed Law’s features for the briefest of moments before his companion lifted to her tiptoes and gently pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft, careful - as though she were afraid anything more would cause the man before her to crumble. She lingered for only a second or two, but the affection she expressed in that small span seeped into Law’s soul like a burning flame. Her retreat began before he could even think to kiss her back.

When she pulled away and allowed her feet to fall flat, there was a deep blush covering both their faces. The pair remained silent like, her hand still on his arm and their forms a breath away. Their gazes were locked, conveying a million emotions and sentiments without a single word.

And then Law smiled.

Not his usual smirk. Not a smug grin. But a true, genuine smile.

“Happy Birthday, Captain.” Her words came as a timid whisper, afraid to break this pristine moment they’d created.

“Happy birthday, indeed.”

***

“For he’s a jolly good fellow! For he’s a jolly good fellow! For he’s a jolly good fellow! Which nobody can deny!”

The Heart Pirates sang loudly, a chorus of off-key voices echoing throughout the Polar Tang’s metal halls. The mess hall had been decorated with banners and balloons, confetti strewn about and music playing in the background. A table had been set to one side, hosting a large pile of gifts and sweets, centered around a large cake reading “Happy Birthday!” In yellow and blue frosting.

The man in question currently sat before his entire crew, a conical hat strapped to his head and a scowl of disapproval painted across his face. His ears were ringing as a result of their awful singing. His stomach hurt from all the cake they’d made him eat. And the damned hat he’d been forced to wear was causing a massive headache. When would this annoying celebration end?

“Captain! You should open your presents now!” Bepo’s voice was full of enthusiasm as he brought a pile of wrapped gifts to his friend.

Law took the first package and thanked the polar bear before opening it.

“That’s from me!” Shachi spoke through the crowd, his anticipation palpable.

When the bright red paper had been removed, Law held a small stuffed bear with the Heart Pirates’ jolly roger embroidered onto its chest. The bear looked similar to Bepo, though its white fur wasn’t nearly as soft as the real thing.

“Thanks.” Law’s tone was flat as he sat the toy down and reached for another present.

Many of the crew had gotten him gifts that were surprisingly thoughtful. Ikkaku had gifted him new cleaning supplies for his sword. Penguin had gotten him a new lab coat with his name and Jolly roger printed across the breast pocket. Even the stuffed animal from Shachi was right up his alley - though he’d never admit aloud his love for all things soft and fuzzy.

When it came time to open Bepo’s present, Law was met with a new hat. It looked similar to his old, circular brimmed one. though this new hat more closely resembled a baseball cap. The fabric was the same soft, speckled design he was fond of. Without a word, he removed his current headwear and replaced it.

“Me next! Me next!” Y/n came forward carrying her gift to Law. Bright yellow paper mimicked the submarine’s exterior and the spots splattered across it were reminiscent of his hat and jeans.

Law took the box gingerly, surprised when it was heavier than he’d anticipated. He raised an eyebrow in puzzled amusement before noticing the woman’s stance.

She bore a wide smile, her eyes dancing with anticipation. As though her energy were too great for her body to contain, she hopped lightly from one foot to the other. The sound made a little tip tap with each step against the steel floor.

Law couldn’t help but chuckle at her childlike excitement.

Placing the hefty gift onto the table, Law removed the wrapping and couldn’t believe what lay before him. There, sitting on the table in pristine condition sat the complete saga of Sora, Warrior of the Sea. The plastic shrink wrap still clung to each volume, catching the fluorescent lights in streaks of artificial shine.

“How-?” He was speechless. He hadn’t told anyone of his near obsession with the comics. Sure, every kid in the North Blue knew of the fictional battles between Sora and Germa 66. But they were in the Grand Line - most of his crew were from scattered parts of the world and wouldn’t even know the series existed.

His heart swelled at the amount of love and care his entire crew had shown him through their gifts.

“I saw you eyeing it a few islands ago.” She spoke with a smile on her face, knowing she’d struck gold.

“Thank you, Y/n.” Law spoke from his heart, the awe and appreciation he felt evident. He quickly rose and pulled her into a hug, leaving the entire crew stunned.

For the second time that day, the woman found herself uttering three words which she hoped conveyed her feelings as they reached her captain.

“Happy Birthday, Captain.”

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Magic and Secrets, Ch. 9 - Sanji x Witch!OC

WARNING: Mature content ahead.

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“How is it?” Sanji asked expectantly, his expression hopeful.

A tiny gray rat nibbled on some quiche it’d been given.

Upon seeing the creature’s enthusiasm as it took bite after bite, the young boy lit up. “I’m so glad you like it!”

Seemingly understanding Sanji’s words, the rat stuffed its mouth with the remaining bits of egg before reaching out its tiny hands to ask for more. The blonde boy happily complied, handing the rodent another bit of quiche.

“Prince Sanji.” A guard’s voice startled the boy, who turned slowly to meet disapproving eyes. “You should know better than to feed the rodents. It is already too much that you cook. It is not royalty’s place to serve others, especially a creature so far beneath you.”

Sanji frowned, handing the rat another morsel. “He’s hungry.”

The guard shook his head. “You’ll only anger King Judge by continuing both practices.”

At the mention of his father, Sanji felt fear grip his chest. Surely this guard wouldn’t tell his father. If so, that’d only bring on another beating from the man.

The boy stood as tall as his small frame would allow, his fists clenched as he tried to form a stern expression. “It isn’t a guard’s place to tell a royal what to do.”

At this, laughter erupted, its source just out of Sanji’s sight. The voices were unmistakable - his brothers were here.

As the three boys rounded the corner, Sanji took a step back into his bedroom. Turning in time to see the rat escape out a window, Sanji wished he could do the same.

“It’s a servant’s job to do as commanded.” Niji was the first to speak, his blue hair swaying as he marched happily towards his brother. “And if that command is to order a pathetic weakling like you around, then he will.”

Sanji’s lower lip quivered as he took another step backwards. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?!”

It was Ichiji’s turn to speak, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. “Because, you being so weak and cooking for rats makes the rest of us look bad.”

Yonji chimed in, his broad smile sadistic. “Plus, kicking the crap out of you is a great warmup for our real training!” The boy slammed his fist into an open palm, the resulting noise punctuating his statement.

The guard had taken his leave, allowing the quadruplets to hash things out on their own. Sounds of fists striking flesh were mingled with Sanji’s cries of pain.

***

“Why?”

The question wasn’t directed at anyone in particular. Herself, maybe. Her parents, more likely. But those answers would never come. She knew that, and still her soul longed for an explanation.

Why was she subjected to a life of misery? Her mother was the one who’d had an affair, resulting in her conception. Why was she the one to be punished? She hadn’t asked to be born - not to a cheating woman and not into a cruel household.

Why was she subjected to such barbarism? Why did her mother condone and participate in her mistreatment?

Why? Why? Why?

“Why what?” Sanji had gripped both her shoulders, searching her eyes for any sign she was still with him. His words felt like a far off whisper, meant to be heard by another set of ears than her own.

“Why was I born a Celestial Dragon?”

Sanji’s eyes widened as he took in the reality of Vera’s words. He opened his mouth to speak - to say something, anything - but before the words could begin forming, Vera had been ripped from his hands.

She’d begun running before registering that her feet had even moved. It was as though her body were on autopilot - moving without her input.

“Vera!” Sanji shouted after her, but her form had already become a tiny dot on the horizon.

Shit, Shit, Shit!

A memory was all it took, and now the truth was out. Sanji knew who she was. Knew what she was. He’d never look at her the same. Not with those kind eyes and gentle smile.

Tears continued to fall, wetting the ground as she ran. Still, her feet moved without direction. It was as though someone else had taken control of her body.

Where was she going? The Sunny was in the opposite direction. The festival was on the outskirts of town and only forest lay ahead of her. There wouldn’t be any doors for her to escape through.

What was she even trying to escape from? Now that her secret was out, surely the Strawhats would simply leave her on this island. She’d be stranded again, forced to resume working as a maid. Vera knew she could get by, but -

A shriek erupted into the night as she tripped over a tree root, tumbling forward and landing on her hands and knees. Dirt undoubtedly coated her as she rited herself and continued running, her tulle skirt now torn.

Images of the Strawhat Pirates flashed through her mind. Their laughter, their kindness, and their worry. Their friendship - she’d never experienced bonds so strong before. Vera had truly believed she’d finally found a place where she belonged. Where she was not only welcomed but wanted. Where she could be at ease, practicing her magic and expressing herself unhindered.

But that ease was what caused her current situation. She’d let her guard down, forgotten to keep specific information secret, and it had cost her the only home she’d wanted to keep.

She only had herself to blame.

Coming to a stop, Vera bent over and tried desperately to catch her breath. With both hands on her knees, she panted heavily into the night.

Even with the moonlight, the forest around her was barely visible. Any illumination the town would have provided was long gone, far behind her and unable to penetrate the dense grouping of trees and underbrush she now found herself in.

Surely, no one would come through here. Not at night, and not when there was a festival in town. She could rest - away from any prying eyes and away from the Strawhats. Though she doubted they would come looking for her.

***

“You lost her?!” Nami shouted in disbelief.

Upon realizing he couldn’t catch up to Vera, Sanji had bolted to the Sunny. Nami was the first crewmate he’d run into and immediately told her everything that had transpired, his voice and movements frantic. He now stood before the ginger navigator, panic taking hold of his erratic heart as he awaited her response.

She wasted no time, grasping the magic key which hung around her neck. Thrusting it into the nearest door, she flung the wood open. Before the pair stood Vera’s pocket dimension - the space appearing like a regular bedroom, sans the assorted collections of organized items which shared no connection - but the witch in question was nowhere to be found.

Cursing under her breath, Nami produced a transponder snail from her pocket and called the rest of the crew. Within moments, all nine Strawhats and Law were searching for their missing comrade.

“You’re sure that’s what she said?” Zoro’s eye narrowed as he scanned the area, a torch illuminating his path.

“For the last time, yes!” Sanji gritted his teeth, pushing down the urge to argue with his green-haired companion. “Her exact words were ‘Why was I born a Celestial Dragon?’. And then she ran off!” The blonde threw his hands into the air, the familiar feeling of defeat sinking his shoulders.

The crew had split up into groups of two for their search. Sanji had the misfortune of being paired with Zoro, the two assigned to the forest where Vera had last been seen running to.

“Hey, waiter.” Zoro grunts, regaining Sanji’s irate attention. “Look at this.”

On the forest floor before the pair sat a witch’s hat - the one Vera had been wearing earlier that evening. The fabric was now crumpled and dirtied, the wooden comb Sanji had won for her still nestled into its thick brim.

The chef took the hat into his hands and brushed off what dirt he could. Examining the forest floor, handprints and an upturned root showed which direction their companion had gone.

“Looks like we’re getting close.”

***

“Vera.” A soft voice spoke her name, inciting feelings of comfort and joy. A smile graced the girl’s lips at the sound.

She wasn’t sure who was talking, but she felt safe with the mystery speaker. Their tone was deep and smooth, reminiscent of polished mahogany.

“Sanji.” Her own voice came as more of a sigh than actual words, but she knew her sentiment was received. Her prince had come for her and now she was safe again.

“Vera.” The voice called again, louder than before but not forceful. The witch in question looked around, searching for the voice’s owner.

“Sanji?” She called into nothingness, not another soul in sight. “Where are you?”

When she didn’t receive an answer, Vera began to search more frantically. But still her efforts saw no results. Where was Sanji? She could hear him but she couldn’t see him. She couldn’t see anything. How long had the world been devoid of color?

“Vera!”

Dark eyes shot open at the abrupt shout, the rising sun glaring over the horizon. A hand was brought up to shield her eyes as her mind began its gradual return to reality.

She felt stiff all over, her neck and side sore from sleeping on the forest floor. Her brain was still foggy with sleep, causing her brows to furrow. “What time is it?” Her voice was hoarse.

“Does it matter?” The voice was deep and gruff, laced with annoyance. Distinctively not Sanji.

Vera opened her eyes once more, being met with a pair of piercing golden orbs. A head of shaggy black hair had eclipsed the sun. The witch frowned.

“Law.” His name dripped from her tongue like poison, clearly unhappy with her visitor.

The man chuckled, reaching a hand out to help her stand. “Don’t sound too disappointed. You’ll hurt my feelings.”

When she’d been brought to her feet, Vera took a moment to stretch. The morning air was cold and her festival outfit did little to protect her from the breeze that sent a shiver through her core.

Law raised an eyebrow, eyeing the girl’s attire as she yawned loudly. The thin bodysuit and tulle skirt were hardly covering her, let alone providing any warmth. “Here.” He allowed his thick jacket to slouch off his shoulders and offered the article to her.

She took a moment to process his gesture before taking the black jacket from his tattooed hands. “Thanks, . . .” Her voice wavered with uncertainty, making no attempt to disguise her lack of trust in this man.

As she wrapped the article around herself, its long fabric shielding most of her legs from the wind, Law turned towards the open ocean. “We should get you inside. Bet you’re hungry.”

Vera scoffed. “You expect me to go back to the Sunny? I’m sure Sanji told you everything.”

Law only placed his hands into the pockets of his speckled jeans and began walking before he spoke again. “We aren’t going to the Sunny.”

With hesitant footsteps, she began to follow. The pair walked along a rocky cliff, waves lapping at its exposed facets as gulls cried overhead. Peering down, what Vera saw caused her movements to falter - if for only a moment.

Moored to a craggy outcropping of rock sat a yellow submarine, its bright visage bobbing amidst the seafoam.

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Magic and Secrets, Ch. 8.5 - Christmas Special - Sanji x Witch!OC

WARNING: This chapter is pure fluff and not "canon" to the rest of the fic, but the main story does contain mature content.

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Delicate snowflakes drifted through chilly air, nestling into a glittering sheet aboard the Thousand Sunny. The usually colorful ship was covered in ivory powder; each mast, railing, rooftop, and tangerine tree shone bright white against the endless expanse of blue sea.

“Come on, Vera!” Luffy’s boisterous voice broke through the witch’s thoughts as he ran onto the now covered lawn deck. “Let’s make snow angels!”

The boy flopped onto the floor before getting a response, his arms flailing wildly as he created a haphazard angel. His giggles were contagious, eliciting an eruption of laughter to bubble out of the witch before she joined her captain.

Without a care in the world, the two played like children on a snow day. It wasn’t long before their crewmates joined in their festivities.

First, they created snowmen. Chopper’s was actually a snow reindeer, its misshapen head adorned with the doctor’s own hat. Usopp had crafted a warrior from the snow, its white shield adorned with a painted slingshot. Franky had somehow crafted a huge replica of himself - where he’d gotten all that snow from, Vera could only guess. Brook’s snow skeleton held a pair of panties, a smile on its boney face.

Wait.

Vera snatched the purple fabric with a scowl, using her magic to transport the article away. “How did you even get those?!”

“Yo-ho-ho!” The musician held up his hands in mock surrender, inching backwards from the irate woman. “They were in the laundry this morning. But can you really blame me? Such a soft shade of lilac and beautiful handcrafted lace. I couldn’t help myself!”

The witch glared daggers at the skeletal man, debating with herself whether or not to punch him. Would it even hurt him if she did?

Eventually, she sighed and released her clenched fist. “Keep your hands off my underwear!” She shouted before stomping away, leaving Brook to chuckle lightly.

As she marched across the deck, ready to head inside, a snowball flew through the air and narrowly missed her. The white powder sprayed into the sea upon impact with the railing. Vera turned to see who had thrown the thing her way just in time for another to hit her straight in the face.

Vera wiped away the melting snow with gloved hands, her pale skin bright red where it had made contact. She bent down and quickly made a snowball of her own, prepaying to throw. “Whoever did that, you’re dead.”

The group chased each other around Sunny's deck, hurling snowballs at one another. Most missed, but everyone had a joyous time. Laughter and excited shouts filled the air.

A puff of smoke wafted towards the sky as the kitchen’s double doors opened onto the scene. A certain blonde chef emerged with a smile on his face and a tray of steaming beverages in hand. “I made hot cocoa for everyone. I’m sure you’re all col-“

A snowball hurtled towards Sanji, smacking the tray out of his hands. Hot liquid sprayed onto his shirt and pants, melting the snow into a puddle of brown at his feet.

“Goddamnit, Luffy!” The cook yelled, throwing the tray down in annoyance. Metal clanged, causing the broken porcelain to dance for a moment. “I just got this shirt at the last island! Do you know how hard it is to get stains out of silk?!”

Their captain rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry, Sanji.”

The blonde’s chest was visible through the stains in his shirt - why he chose to wear such thin fabric during a winter snow flurry was a mystery. Vera took a moment to admire the sculpted muscles of his chest before she shook her head, pushing away her impure thoughts.

Rushing forward, she placed a hand just above the cook’s damp shirt. With a whispered spell, the liquid vanished - a dry and stain free outfit left behind.

“Oh, Vera!” Sanji’s eyes lit up with hearts, his hands clasped together as he twirled about the girl. “You have my deepest gratitude!” He then fell to his knees, reintroducing his pants to the spilled beverages. “Your kindness is that of a goddess! Allow me to worship at your feet with tokens of my love!”

Vera could only blush, insisting that Sanji’s proclamations were much too grandiose for simply removing a stain from his clothing. Once she’d managed to calm him down enough, the blonde returned to his feet after picking up the now broken mugs and discarded tray.

“Well, if you won’t let me treat you like the magical deity that you are, then please allow me to offer you the first taste of the gingerbread cookies I just finished baking.”

At the promise of sweets, the witch’s face lit up. “That sounds wonderful!” Excitement took hold of her body, exploding outward as she made happy little stomps of her feet upon the snowy deck.

“I want cookies too!” Luffy had joined the pair on the way to the kitchen, his voice winey as he begged for a bit of the aforementioned treats.

“No, Luffy.” Sanji scolded his captain whilst holding open the kitchen’s door for Vera to pass through. “They’re for the Christmas party tonight. I’m only giving Vera one as thanks for helping me out.”

“Aww!” The brunette boy slouched in defeat, his form appearing deflated. “That’s no fair! I’m the captain, so I should get a cookie too!”

“You’re the same idiot who threw a snowball at me!” The cook growled through gritted teeth, the smoke puffing from his cigarette mirroring his ears. “You’ll get plenty of snacks during the party!”

With that, Sanji had entered the kitchen and allowed the door to slam shut, leaving Luffy outside with his remaining nakama.

“He sure is a handful.” Vera spoke with her mouth full, a headless gingerbread man held in calloused fingers. Swallowing, she reached for a glass of milk she’d poured while the two men were bickering.

“How is it?” Sanji smiled at the crumbs which dotted the corners of Vera’s lips as she brought the glass of milk to them.

“Really good.” She nodded to the tray of cookies before her. “They’ll be a hit at the party.”

“Thanks.” The cook moved closer to his companion, her seated position at one of the bartop’s stools causing him to appear taller than usual.

“Your compliments always mean the world to me.” His voice was soft as he came closer, leaning down to just above her eye level before raising a slender hand towards her face. The blush that overtook Vera’s features was darker than even the chill winter air could have caused as Sanji’s thumb came to rest at the corner of her mouth.

Their skin only met for less than a second, but the sensation was as though bolts of lightning had erupted through her very being. When his thumb retreated, three crumbs of gingerbread clung to the skin. Without a moment's hesitation, Sanji brought the digit to his own lips. He held Vera’s gaze as he took the thumb into his mouth before removing it with a satisfying pop.

“You’re right.” He spoke with a smirk, his tone having become ever so slightly husky in their close proximity. “That was delicious.”

Vera was frozen. She could have died right there and been at peace - the most blissful she’d ever known herself to be. And yet she longed for more.

Without a word, the witch leaned forward, her head tilting up to mirror his downturned gaze. Sensing her intentions, Sanji moved too - their movements in unison as the pair inched closer together. Smells of tobacco and exotic spices enveloped Vera’s senses, a hypnotic lull bringing her ever closer to her lip’s desire.

“Sanji!”

Luffy’s voice broke the two from their trance, the pair bolting to attention before their captain. “I can’t wait until the party! Make me a snack!”

The cook erupted into another rant directed at the would-be pirate king, eliciting giggles from behind the witch’s raised hand.

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Magic and Secrets, Ch. 8 - Sanji x Witch!OC

WARNING: Mature content ahead!

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“Shhh.” Sora’s delicate hands rubbed gentle circles on her son’s back. Her cheek rested against his crown of blonde hair as salty tears soaked into the blue cotton of her shirt. “Hush, darling. You’re safe now.”

Sanji sniffled, his tears continuing to fall as blurry eyes rose to meet his mother’s. “Why does father hate me?” His lip quivered as the question escaped unfiltered.

Her kind smile morphed into an uncertain frown. Her brows furrowed in frustration as she considered how to respond. “I’m sorry, Sanji.” She held him tight, burying his face into her shoulder. She couldn’t let him see her own tears which threatened to spill.

“Mom?” Sanji tried to push himself back, but found himself held in place by a firm hand on the back of his head.

“I’m sorry. So, so sorry.” Her voice had taken on a softer tone, barely audible as she began to pet her son’s hair. Golden lashes glistened with her guilt and sorrow. Every unspoken truth hung in the air, threatening to flow off her tongue.

Sora willed the waterworks away, releasing her strangling grip on the boy. When Sanji’s eyes met her matching crystal blue orbs, they had crinkled in a loving smile. “Why don’t you show me what you’ve brought today? That basket smells wonderful.”

Excited joy overtook the young boy, who scurried away to fetch the basket in question. Once returned to his mother’s lap, Sanji produced an array of treats. Muffins, scones, and cookies wafted their respective scents for Sora to take in.

Despite the cookies being soggy, the muffins having too much salt, and the scones being rock hard, Sora praised each of her son’s creations. The unbridled happiness which shone from his bright smile was worth every unpleasant bite.

When the boy had finally left for the evening, Sora found herself gazing out the window. Though her only view was the turrets of the adjoining snail, her mind was far into the future.

Would Sanji be alright without her? She could barely aid him in her current state, as evident by the boy’s constant abuse at the hands of her other sons and husband.

Curse that drug.

She scowled at her reflection in the glass. If only she hadn’t been so extreme in her rebellion against Judge. Had she not taken that accursed medication, she wouldn’t be bedridden and dying. If she’d only been smart enough to not -

No. Sora knew the dangers of her actions that day. She knew that taking the drug would cost her life. But without it - without its powerful effects, Sanji would be the same as his brothers. Sure, the boy would have been spared years of torment. But the retribution would have been his humanity.

Trembling hands muffled open sobs as the woman finally allowed her tears to fall.

***

“Wow, . . .” The word escapes Vera, less an exclamation and more a thought given unintended form.

“It is quite the sight.” Sanji speaks from her side, his smile broad. “Though, not nearly as stunning as you.”

Before the pair lay the festival grounds, countless lights glittering in the dark. Stalls advertising games and food littered the streets, illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns proclaiming good fortune. At the center of it all lay an effigy to the island’s guardian deity, a crowd dancing about the statue to live music.

Vera’s grip on Sanji’s hand tightened as she took in the scene. Though her expression held excitement, her stance betrayed uncertainty. She took a step closer to Sanji, her free hand raising to his elbow.

Sensing her unease, Sanji rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. “It’s a lot to take in.” He spoke with a softened smile, his voice gentle as though any increased volume would frighten her away. “Why don’t we just walk around the festival first? We can see what all there is and then decide which stalls to return to.”

Vera nodded, the brim of her witch’s hat obscuring her eyes. She allowed her companion to lead the way, silently observing the sights and smells as they moved through the streets.

This was all so new to her. Festivals and celebrations were held frequently on Mariejois, but she’d never been allowed to attend. She was a slave, after all. Her inexperience kept her on edge.

How was one meant to behave in this situation? Would Sanji think her inept? Could one or two missteps ruin the prince’s perception of her? Was this date her only chance to win over her prince?

Wait. Date? Was this a date? Or was this simply two friends on an outing? Was he just being kind when he offered to accompany her? Sanji was holding her hand, but surely he had picked up on her nervousness. He was a gentleman - a kind, handsome, wonderful gentleman.

Knock it off, Vera!

A group of young children ran past the pair, laughter erupting from their small forms. One child, a boy around six, tripped in pursuit of his companions. He crashed straight into Vera, falling onto his behind in the aftermath.

Vera, who managed to stay upright thanks to Sanji’s quick reaction and firm grip, immediately turned to the boy in concern. “Oh my! Are you alright?” She leaned down, examining the boy for any injuries.

Tears welled in the child’s eyes as his mind processed what had just happened. Sensing his imminent meltdown, Vera quickly uttered a spell. “Here.” A colorful lollipop appeared in her hand, which she offered to the boy. “Candy always makes things better.”

She smiled down at the boy, who stared at the lollipop in surprise. When his chubby fingers stretched out to grip the stick, one of the other children rushed over.

“Don’t!” The other child pulled his friend upright, standing between Vera and the boy. This child appeared older, a scowl painted on his features. “She’s a witch. She’ll curse you!” The older boy’s eyes betrayed fear through his brave performance.

The younger child’s eyes grew in unison with Vera’s. How could she have forgotten? Prejudice against witches wasn’t contained to a single island. Had sailing with the Strawhats really made her guard drop so much?

“Go away, witch!” The other children had gathered now, one throwing a rock that landed at Vera’s feet.

“Hey!” Sanji stepped in, his voice an authoritative bark. “You little brats better watch it!”

The cook raised his right leg, which instantly became engulfed in flames. It was clearly a hollow threat, but the children cowered all the same. “You should be ashamed of yourselves, treating a beautiful woman like that. After she tried to help you too.”

The group scattered, shrieks of fear mingling with the boisterous noise of joyous festivities. Vera brought herself upright, dusting off the sheer tulle of her skirt. When Sanji turned to her with an expression of panicked worriment, she giggled.

“I take it you’re alright, then?” When she nodded, he released a sigh of relief. “I hope those kids didn’t ruin the evening for you.”

Vera shook her head, her chocolate curls dancing as she did. “Don’t worry. If I let every discriminatory child get to me, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy anything.” She offered him a reassuring smile as her hand reached for his. “And I intend to fully enjoy our time together.”

It was Sanji’s turn to blush. As their hands rejoined, he found himself at a loss for words.

Her resilience and kind heart were endearing. He’d been intending to monopolize her time at the festival simply to fuel his own interests. She was a gorgeous woman and he was a gentleman, so it was only natural he’d want to escort Vera to her first festival.

But was there more to his motives than he realized? Were his flirtatious nature and chivalrous duty the only reasoning for their current situation? Sanji wouldn’t deny he was attracted to Vera - he wanted to get to know her more. To know what her mysterious comments meant and perhaps peruse her romantically. But was there more to it than vague allure?

When Vera’s eyes lit up and she excitedly pointed to a food stall, the cook felt his heart thud just a little faster.

After their encounter with the group of children, the witch had miraculously opened up. It was as though the incident distracted the girl from her worries, allowing her to fully immerse herself in experiencing the festivities.

Sanji explained different foods and games, happily purchasing anything she wished to try. Childlike wonder had overtaken her as she bounced from stall to stall. Sweet and savory dishes were sampled, sugary were drinks guzzled, and many contests of skill were attempted. Sanji had even won her a prize at one such stall.

“Just drop a coin into the water.” The festival worker explained, gesturing to a large fish tank. There were bowls and cups of various sizes placed sporadically about the aquarium, each at differing depths. “If the coin lands in one of the containers, you get a prize.”

Vera eyed the possible prizes that could be won. Each dish had a corresponding color, which matched to different “levels” of awards.

“Something caught your eye?” Sanji had noticed her gazing at one of the prize walls, curious which difficulty he’d need to attempt.

Vera raised her hand timidly, pointing with a single finger towards one of the medium prize levels. “The hair comb with red gardenias.”

Three berries. That’s all the money it took for Sanji to win the comb. When his coin had landed in that purple wine glass, Vera had cheered openly.

She bounced with excitement as the comb was taken down and handed to him. She could hardly stand still long enough to allow Sanji to tuck the intricately carved piece of wood into the brim of her hat.

Her repeated thanks was like music to his ears as the pair continued through the maze of stalls.

The pair sat near a fountain, taking a much needed break while Vera happily munched on some fried dough. “This is delicious!” She spoke after swallowing a rather large bite of the crunchy treat. “How have I never had this before?”

Sanji chuckled, removing the cigarette he’d been smoking from his lips. “Who knew you’d like funnel cakes so much? I’d be happy to make you some for dessert one night.”

Vera had taken another bite, nodding enthusiastically at the prospect.

As she continued eating, Sanji finished his smoke. After stamping the remnants out with his heel, the blonde turned to his companion in amusement. “How have you never been to a festival before? Not even as a child?”

Vera finished her plate, wiping powdered sugar from her lips. She shrugged. “I wasn’t really allowed outside the mansion. And after I ran away, I was always too busy with my maid duties to ever do anything fun like this.”

Sanji halted his movements. His brows furrowed. “Apologies if this is overstepping, but you weren’t born into slavery, were you?”

Her spine straightened immediately, eyes like dinner plates as she mentally berated herself.

“Umm, n-no.” She instinctively moved her right hand to cover the slave mark which lay hidden beneath her sleeve. She looked away, mentally searching for a way out of the conversation. She was panicking. “Th-this was later. Ijust meant, youknow how parentscanbe. Alwayssooverbearing andcontrolling. Especiallywhentheyhateyourgutsfrombirth.”

As she babbled on, her words grew more quiet and jumbled. Her speech increased in speed until Sanji could barely tell she was even speaking the same language as him. The cook took her hand, the action mirroring their first encounter.

“Deep breaths.” He instructed, for both Vera and himself. “You don’t have to share any more than you’re comfortable with.”

Her thoughts were spiraling, scenes of abuse throughout key points of her life replaying in her mind’s eye. Beatings at her stepfather’s hand, Laura begging for mercy on her behalf, her own mother holding her down so she could be branded. Being sold into an arranged marriage, forced into slavery in her own home, and then made to be King Judge Vinsmoke’s personal harlot.

All the emotions of these events came crashing over her as though she were reliving them in real time. The fear, pain, and betrayal she felt as a child ripped through her very being. Her eyes appeared to look at nothing as a myriad of tears began to spill without her realizing.

“Why?”

The question wasn’t directed at anyone in particular. Herself, maybe. Her parents, more likely. But those answers would never come. She knew that, and still her soul longed for an explanation.

Why was she subjected to such barbarism? Why did her mother condone and participate in her mistreatment?

Why? Why? Why?

“Why was I born a Celestial Dragon?”

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Magic and Secrets, Ch. 7 - Sanji x Witch!OC

WARNING: Mature content ahead!

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“Mom!” A five year old Sanji ran through the halls of Germa castle, tears flowing down his cheeks. He was desperate to escape his brothers, who were hot on his tail.

“Stop running!” Ichiji yells from behind, his voice amused as he continues his chase.

“Just give up already!” Niji’s tone drips with malice, sending yet another wave of fear crashing over Sanji.

“What’s mom going to do?!” Yonji pulls ahead of the others, determined to reach his prey. “She’s bedridden! She can’t save you!”

Finally catching up, the green haired boy grips Sanji’s shirt. The two tumble to the ground as their other brothers laugh. When they settle, Yonji sits atop the blonde. His fists fly at his elder brother’s face, worsening the bruises which had already formed.

“Why would she even want to?” Ichiji towers over his younger brother, bringing a foot back before kicking the side of Sanji’s head. “Why would anyone want to help a weak, disappointment like you?”

The blonde boy wailed in pain, his tears soaking into the ornate carpet beneath him. What did he do to deserve this torment? Weren’t siblings supposed to protect one another?

When Niji joined the assault, Sanji knew he’d lose consciousness soon. His whole body hurt - from his attempts to escape and their relentless attacks. They were close to his mom’s room. Wouldn’t she hear his cries and come to the rescue? Wouldn’t someone step in and stop his brothers? Was he going to die here, pummeled to death by his own flesh and blood?

“Stop it!” Reiju tried to pull Yonji off him, attempting to save Sanji. Her tears mirrored his, streaming down her face in fat lines. “That’s enough! Get off!”

Yonji didn’t budge. He continued his punches, ignoring his sister’s pleas and attempts to move him. Ichiji and Niji found this display hilarious, cackling as they kicked Sanji in unison. Some of his scrapes and bumps began to break open, spilling blood to mingle with the tears soaking into the plush carpet.

“Gross!” Niji jumped back, his boot stained crimson. “You jerk! You dirtied my shoe!”

“That’s enough, boys.” Vinsmoke Judge waltzed down the corridor towards his children, his gait casual. An expression of contempt painted his features, a scowl on his lips. “Sanji’s been beaten enough. Now, back to training for the lot of you!”

A rainbow of children bolted away, towards the training grounds. Snickers could be heard from the red, blue, and green haired boys. However, Reiju had been sniffling and wiping away tears with a shaking fist as she disappeared in a blur of pink.

Sanji struggled to rise, his legs shaking under his own body’s weight. When he faced his father, a new terror took hold of his core.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Judge glowered down at the boy, his form massive by comparison.

Sanji willed his tears to stop falling, desperate for some form of approval from the man. When he said nothing, Judge continued. “You are weak. So much that you’ve fallen behind your brothers to a degree I thought impossible.”

“I-I’m sorry, father!” Sanji blurted out his reply, his voice trembling. “I’ll do better! I’ll get stronger! I promise!”

“You’d better.” Judge turned to make his exit. “Continue to disappoint me and you’ll regret having been born such a failure.”

***

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask.” Nami had finished washing Vera’s back and began scrubbing her own body. “What’s up with you and Sanji?”

Vera went stiff. She’d just begun to feel relaxed for the first time that day. But Nami’s question put the witch back on edge. The warm water surrounding her body felt suddenly cold.

“I’ve noticed how you look at him.” Robin chimed in, now rinsing the shampoo from Vera’s hair. The smirk she wore could be heard in her voice.

“I-I don’t know.” Vera sank lower so the water rose to just under her eyes. Dark curls splayed out around her, looking like a mane of chocolate fire.

Robin began working conditioner into her scalp, a knowing look burning the top of Vera’s head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you two had history.”

Vera could have drowned herself.

“You do give off that vibe.” Nami had begun rinsing the suds from her skin. “I’m guessing that’s what Law was talking about on the beach?”

The witch rose, turning to face her friends. “Law was just being mean to me.” She crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks, creating a childlike appearance.

Robin placed her hands on Vera’s shoulders, spinning the witch to face away from her. “Pout all you want, but let me finish your hair.”

Nami giggled as her friend was chastised. “He wasn’t mean to you at dinner tonight. Got Sanji all fired up.”

Vera looked down, picking at the skin of her hands while Robin worked the conditioner down the length of her hair. “It’s complicated.”

An exasperated sigh came from Nami, who had sat to relax in the warm water. “Aren’t these things always complicated?” The ginger beauty offered a kind smile. “Come on, Vera. We’re your friends. Let us help you with your boy problems.”

***

Several days later, the Sunny was docked on a new island. This one was home to a decent sized town.

Colorful banners and balloons decorated the buildings. People bustled about, some setting up stalls and others transporting various goods. Everyone appeared to be in a rush.

“Look at that!” Usopp exclaimed, pointing to the shore. He bounced as though he couldn’t contain his excitement. “It’s a festival! I bet there’ll be fireworks!”

Chopper jumped onto the railing, his eyes growing wide when he took in the sight. “Do you think there’ll be cotton candy?”

The pair turned to Vera, their faces expectant of her reply. She only shrugged, continuing to hang up the sheets she’d been putting out to dry. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been to one.”

“Are you serious?!” Nami shouted as she rounded the corner, rushing towards the girl. She grabbed Vera’s shoulders and whispered excitedly, “This is perfect!”

Before the witch could respond, Law emerged from the kitchen’s open door. A smug expression painted his features as he eyed the two women. “Looks like it’s your lucky day, Vera-ya.” He too came closer to the girl, an air of amusement radiating off him. “I’d be happy to accompany you to your first festival.”

“Like hell you will!” An irate Sanji came storming out of the kitchen, a half-dried plate in hand. The apron he wore had been stained with dishwater, a juxtaposition to his otherwise pristine appearance. “If anyone’s accompanying a beautiful woman to her first festival, it should be a gentleman!”

“Are you suggesting I’m not a gentleman, Blackleg-ya?” Law’s demeanor changed the instant Sanji had inserted himself into the conversation. A dark yet knowing expression had morphed his eyes to slits and his mouth to a scowl.

“Easy there!” Nami moved herself between the two men, her hands up in mock surrender. “Why don’t you just ask Vera who she’d prefer to spend the festival with?”

The trio turned to the witch in question, whose features had taken on a deep blush.

No one had ever offered to escort her before. No one had ever argued over the chance to spend time with her. And one of them was her prince charming - her secret betrothed.

Since realizing that the ship’s cook was the very same boy she’d been arranged to marry, she’d been eager to get to know him. But her anxieties had gotten the better of her, reducing their interactions to quick exchanges. On the rare occasions she’d mustered the courage to offer assistance in the kitchen, she’d prove too nervous for any meaningful conversation.

And then there was Law. Why was he even offering to accompany her? He knew she had feelings for Sanji. He knew she detested him. And yet he still felt necessary to interfere with her situation, plaguing her with knowing looks and questions she refused to answer.

The choice was simple.

Her voice came out far weaker than she’d intended, sounding more like a mouse than a human. “S-Sanji, . . .”

Law growled in displeasure, turning away in search of Robin. She’d at least offer intelligent conversation during the festivities.

Sanji’s eyes held hearts as they lit up with enthusiasm. “Oh, Vera! I promise not to disappoint you, my bewitching beauty!” He dropped to one knee, the plate he’d been drying now held over his heart as his exclamations continued. “You will not regret this decision. I vow to make this night a magical, memorable experience!”

Vera’s blush had spread to her ears, a look of bewilderment crossing her face as she looked to Namifor guidance. When the ginger only offered a triumphant smile, her gaze returned to the man still knelt before her. “I’m sure it will be.”

The blonde then stood, taking her hands in his before drawing closer. Another step and they’d be close enough to kiss. Vera pushed the thought to the back of her mind before meeting the man’s gaze. “We’ll depart at sunset.”

***

Vera took one last look at her reflection, uneasiness turning her stomach. The outfit Nami put together had her feeling ridiculous.

A black, long-sleeved bodysuit exposed bare legs. Boots that stopped at her ankles were obscured by a sheer skirt of black tulle. Silver jewelry adorned her wrists, neck, and ears. But the piece de resistance was a large, pointed hat atop her chocolate curls.

She was truly thankful to Nami for lending her the outfit. And for the full sleeves that covered her scars. But everything else was so far removed from anything she’d ever worn. Her maid uniforms tended to be low-cut or short, but never to this degree.

Even the makeup was foreign to her. Dark smokey eyeshadow and cat eyeliner accompanied highlighted cheekbones. It was as though the girl in the mirror were an alternate version of herself. A girl who’d been allowed to live a normal life - one free of her parents’ constant abuse.

Vera sighed. She had to admit, she did look rather attractive.

When she met Sanji on the dock, the resulting nosebleed caused quite a scene. The cook produced a handkerchief, wiping furiously at his upper lip. Quiet curses could be heard under his breath as he did his best to quell the bleeding.

Giggles erupted from Vera’s painted lips, eventually morphing into full laughter. She held her stomach as she knelt down, unable to stand from the full comedic force of the scene before her.

“Has anyone ever told you how adorable your laugh is?” The blood had been cleaned away and Sanji now stood tall, a kind smile gracing his lips.

Vera’s cheeks turned crimson - a color she imagined would remain most of the evening. Shaking her head, she quieted her laughter.

“What a shame.” The blonde extended his hand, which Vera eagerly accepted. “I hope I get to hear more of your wonderful laughter. Though, hopefully not at the expense of my nose.”

As they walked towards town, she giggled again. The sound was akin to tinkling bells. “I’m just happy my prince finds me appealing.”

Sanji faltered for just a moment, falling a half step behind his companion. He quickly recovered, reassuring her concern with a warm smile.

He chose not to mention that this was the second time she’d said something like that. First, she claimed him to be her salvation. Now, her prince. Did she know about his past?

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Of pain and healing - Trafalgar Law x Fem!reader - Oneshot

WARNING: Mature content ahead.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or the art featured above. This is a fan created work.

“Traffy.” Luffy’s expression was the most serious she’d ever seen. “Take good care of y/n.”

What?

After everything. After sailing together for six months. After being flung halfway across the world and reuniting at the war of the best. After having his own brother die in his arms, Luffy was leaving her with another captain for two years?

Their friends were scattered around the world, doing who knows what. They’d sent out the message to reconvene in two years at Sabaody, but she was here. She’d expected to stay with him. To train with him. To support him in any way she could. He was her captain. Her friend. Her nakama.

“Luffy!” Y/n gripped the railing and prepared to jump overboard, intending to swim to him. A pair of strong, tattooed arms wrapped around her midsection and effectively stopped her from doing so.

“She’ll be safe with me, Strayhat-ya!” Law called over the girl’s thrashing.

Her arm stretched outward, vainly grasping for her captain. “No! Luffy, I won’t leave you!” Water had begun to form in her eyes, blurring her vision. “You’re going to be king of the pirates! How can you do that without any crew?!”

Luffy laughed. He was bandaged and bloodied, intending to spend his time on a deserted island, and he was laughing? Was her panic that funny?

“When we meet again, I’ll be stronger than ever!” The boy exclaimed proudly, his shoulders broad. “I expect the same from you!”

For a moment, she stopped struggling. This couldn’t be real. She was having a nightmare. There was no way her captain would abandon her. Luffy wouldn’t do that.

“Bepo! We’re going now!” Law used her moment of denial to pick the girl up, moving toward the door.

When the sirens screeched and the submarine lurched, signaling its descent into the waves, her panic resumed tenfold. She screamed incoherently. She squirmed, kicked, and clawed at the railing and then the air. Obscenities were hurled at Law. But he did not relent.

Once they’d gotten inside and the door closed, she didn’t stop fighting. Fists were hurled at the thick steel door. Nails broke as she dug at the metal. Tears fell in hot, angry streams.

Law’s grip only tightened on her waist, his forehead digging into her back. When she fell to her knees, he followed. Her tears turned into choking sobs and wails. Her heartbreak echoed with an intensity matching the alarms blaring throughout the submarine.

Why? Why was Luffy doing this to her? She didn’t understand.

Eventually the sirens ceased, announcing the craft’s successful descent, and she began to quiet. Her body shook as she held herself. Her breath quickened to near hyperventilation - the finality of her sentence sinking in.

When Law lifted her in his arms, her body fell limp. Why wasn’t she waking up? She began to feel numb, shock taking hold of her senses. The strong arms cradling her to a warm, broad chest went unnoticed. Her mind raced, the unknown of her circumstance paralyzing.

Before she could register the change, she was being sat down onto a cold examination table, the abrupt temperature startling her back to the present. Focusing her eyes, she found Law’s form turned away and shutting a door. The lock clicked in a satisfying tone.

The room was cold, sterile, reminiscent of a doctor’s office. The only hint that she wasn’t inside a hospital was the desk overflowing with papers and books set to one side. It looked like someone’s personal library had exploded over roughly half of the room.

Her senses still lagging, she jumped when Law’s hands slapped the table on either side of her. His arms were rigid, trapping her in place on the metal slab. His legs rested between hers as he leaned forward, his forehead coming into contact with her shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was soft. Far softer than she’d heard over these last weeks.

He withdrew just enough so that their eyes could meet. His golden orbs reflected the fluorescent lights, appearing like lanterns amidst his dark circles. “I know you’re suffering. But I promise to care for you the best I can.”

Her eyes widened. Where was this coming from? The Trafalgar Law she’d seen at Marineford, the man who saved her captain’s life, was cold and unfeeling. He was an apathetic, calculating, unapologetic murderer. A captain of the Worst Generation. But as he raised a hand to smooth out the mess she’d made of her hair, she found herself leaning into his touch.

***

He wouldn’t leave her alone - not for long at least. He’d made her sleep in his room, insisting that the crew’s quarters were unfit.

He rarely slept in his own room, instead passing out at his desk after studying medical documents for countless hours. On the rare nights he did make it to the Captain’s quarters, he chose to sleep on the small couch.

Those first several nights, she barely slept. Perched on Law’s plush bed and staring out the porthole became her constant position, only resting when her body gave way to exhaustion. Spotting the occasional fish became the highlight of her days.

When a week had passed this way, Law decided it’d been long enough.

At first, she’d fought him on it. She refused to leave the room, not wanting to spend time with any of the Heart Pirates. She didn’t want to grow close to them. She already had a crew - the Straw Hats were her nakama.

But she was no match for Law’s strength or his Ope Ope powers. If she wouldn’t get up, he’d carry her. If she fought against his hold, he’d create a room and teleport them both.

He forced her to eat her meals with his crew. At first, she wouldn’t talk to them. Their welcoming greetings were met with neglect and half-hearted pleasantries. But each trip to the mess hall became less eventful.

“Why are you doing this?” She asked him one day while he dragged her to breakfast. “Why put so much energy into making me eat?”

Law clicked his tongue, his tone akin to chastising a child. “Your captain entrusted you to my care. How do you think he would react if I returned you malnourished?”

Eventually, she began to open up. Slowly - excruciatingly at times - she came to know a few key members of the Heart Pirates.

There was Bepo - a depressed polar bear mink and the ship’s navigator. His fur was the softest thing she’d ever felt.

Ikkaku was the only other female onboard. Her tomboyish personality made her a great fit for the mostly male crew.

Penguin and Shachi were a pair of near inseparable idiots. Their constant antics and terrible jokes brought some much needed entertainment to Y/n’s dark mind.

But always in her thoughts was the wish to be back home - aboard the Thousand Sunny. With the Straw Hats Pirates, sailing towards the One Piece. She’d have given anything to be with her nakama.

***

When the night terrors started, Law knew his efforts weren’t enough.

He was headed to bed after a late night of pouring over medical texts. Entering the room quietly, he’d found her form slumbering peacefully beneath the sheets of his bed.

Law had smiled at her snoring, glad she was finally getting some restful sleep. Her state had begun concerning him - sleep deprivation was a quick killer. But it seemed his attempts to get her accustomed to life alongside his crew had been working.

Satisfied with himself, he went into the attached bathroom. Removing his shirt to reveal a muscled, tattooed chest, he took in his reflection. His eyes were sunken, the permanent dark bags appearing to have worsened.

Turning on the sink, he began to splash water on his face. Then the shrieking started.

He rushed into the bedroom to see Y/n distressed. She was screaming, thrashing in her sleep as if she were being held down. The wails were panicked, desperate for relief from whatever horrors plagued her unconscious mind.

Law rushed to the bedside, placing a firm hand on her shoulder to keep her in place. Inked letters spelling “Death” came into his vision, an unwelcome layer of irony adding to the chaos. He shook her head, willing his worries away before bringing his other hand to stroke her hair.

“Shh.” He spoke calmly, knowing that an abrupt awakening could spell danger for the girl. “You’re alright, Y/n-ya.”

When her eyes fluttered open, they were glossy with tears. She didn’t stop to ponder the distraught expression on Law’s face. She only reached forward, wrapping trembling arms around his torso and pulling him down to her level.

A fleeting moment of confusion caused the man to hesitate before he held her. She sobbed quietly into his chest as he rubbed soothing circles on her back.

“Why are you being so kind to me?” She’d asked through sniffles one night after he’d calmed her.

Law sighed, his eyes closing under scrunched brows before he answered. “Because I know how it feels to have someone you love ripped away from you.”

***

For once, the submarine was docked on an island - one she’d refused numerous offers to explore. Birds flew over the horizon and waves could be heard lapping against the metal hull. Y/n hadn’t realized how much she missed the sounds of the surface.

Why had Luffy left her here? Was she that much of a hindrance to his training? She understood that he wanted to spend this time getting stronger. As they were now, none of the Strawhat Pirates were ready to face the New World. But could they not grow together?

Suddenly, shouting and gunfire broke her train of thought.

Springing to her feet, she tore through the metal hallways like a wild animal. She’d be damned if a Marine attack killed her new friends, leaving her stranded.

Wait. Friends?

Flinging the vessel’s main door open, Y/n jumped as a stray bullet barely missed her. The metal rang like a bell under impact, a small dent marring canary paint. She looked out to the island; soft sand was stained with blood. A Navy ship was docked not far away, her men engaged in battle with the Heart Pirates.

Both sides appeared to be struggling, though Y/n’s hosts were faring worse than the Marines. White and orange boiler suits blurred with the unmistakable blue and white of uniformed soldiers. At the heart of it all, Law could be seen slaughtering enemies one after another - His devil fruit and sword in perfect synchronization.

In contrast to their captain, the Heart Pirates’ lower ranking members were obviously floundering. They were outnumbered, even after the countless Marines that had already fallen. If the tides of battle didn’t turn soon -

Y/n jumped over the railing, sprinting forward the second her boots met wood. A body lay where the small dock’s planks turned to sand. She swiped the rifle laying nearby as she continued to run, choosing to ignore the stickiness which covered her hands.

Her first target was a man advancing on Bepo - a sword swinging dangerously close to the polar bear’s neck. Taking quick aim, she steadied her breath before firing. The bullet went straight through the man’s head, his body dropping instantly.

The navigator took notice of his savior, shouting a quick “thanks” before he moved to another target. This time, he chose to maul a marine who was advancing on Ikkaku. Blood sprayed as the soldier’s right arm was ripped off, a bloodcurdling scream erupting over the battlefield.

She took aim again, taking out two marines engaging Shachi and Penguin. One by one, enemy soldiers fell to expertly aimed shots. She was a weapons master, afterall.

The battle began to turn, the two sides evenly matched before the numbers tilted in the Heart Pirates’ favor.

“Everyone! Back on the ship!” Law’s order rang over the bloodied terrain as the surviving marines began their retreat.

Immediately heading their captain’s orders, the entire crew bolted for the Polar Tang. But a hand on Y/n’s shoulder prevented her from following.

“Room.”

Before she could register what was happening, she had been transported into Law’s room. Turning, she found the man standing behind her. Blood was splattered across his form, drying crimson clinging to his goatee.

“What are you - “

Her question was cut short, startled into silence by Law advancing on her. She quickly stepped away until her shoulder blades met the cool steel of the room’s door. Her eyes darted around the room, panic rising in the back of her thoughts.

What had she done wrong? Should she have stayed on the ship? Had she interfered with one of his plans?

She yelped when his fist landed beside her ear.

“Strayhat-ya isn’t getting you back.”

Law’s expression was one of pure anger. Fury morphed his usually stoic features, an inferno burning behind his gilded irises. Had she not been taken aback by his words, she would have been terrified.

“But Luffy said in two years - “

“To hell with Strawhat!” His fist banged again, this time leaving a dent in the steel door. His neglect to add the customary -ya didn’t go unnoticed. “He had you right there at Rusukaina, but instead sent you away with another man!?”

She shrank under his gaze. Law was usually so unexpressive. Even the tender moments they’d shared were not only rare but punctuated with only concern or melancholy. Never had she seen him display such intense emotion.

“He said he wants me to get stronger.” Why was she defending her captain? He’d abandoned her - tossed her aside to focus on himself. Didn’t he know how much she was hurting?

“You’re already plenty strong.” Law sneered, voicing her thoughts before they’d fully formed. “You just saved my entire crews’ asses. If he couldn’t appreciate what he already had, ” Law paused, removing his fist from the door and moving it to hold her waist. “Then I will.”

His lips crashed into hers with a passion she’d not experienced before. They were soft, moving fervently against her own as she reciprocated his movements. He smelled of musk and pine - the scent reminiscent of Christmas as it invaded her senses.

Each caress of their lips sent bolts of electricity down her spine. When his tongue probed for access, she granted it with a happy humm. Their wet muscles mingled in a dance of unspoken desire. All the sleepless nights he’d sit up with her, all the times he’d leave his work to check on her, all the effort he’d put into ensuring her health and wellbeing, all the energy and care he’d continue to exert for her - it all came to a head as one passionate kiss bled into the next.

Strong arms brought her against a firm chest, holding her tightly. When her fingers laced into his raven locks and tugged ever so gently, he growled into her mouth. In a single swift motion, he lifted her off the ground.

Her legs were still wrapped around his torso when she fell into the plush mattress. Their bodies were pressed impossibly close, the lines where her being stopped and his began had blurred. It wasn’t long before the two had become a heaving, sweaty mess of passionate flesh and sin.

***

Two years had passed quicker than either of them had expected.

“Y/n!” Luffy shouted in excitement as he ran towards her, his rubber arms stretching out to wrap around the girl.

She giggled, returning his embrace.

“Why weren’t you on Sabaody? We waited for you until the Marines attacked.” His confusion was sincere as he released her and tilted his head. But before she could respond, he continued with a wide grin. “Doesn’t matter now! Come on, we’ve got some kids to save before we leave this island!”

When he’d turned to run off, Law spoke up. His arms were crossed over his jacket-clad chest. “Wait, Strawhat-ya. Y/n has something to say.”

Luffy turned to face her, his expression now serious.

She shook her head before moving towards Law. “I won’t be going back with you. I’m a Heart Pirate now.”

Law smirked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders before he leaned down. After placing a kiss to her forehead, he glared at Luffy. “And my girlfriend.”

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Magic and Secrets, ch. 6 - Sanji x Witch!OC

WARNING: Mature content ahead!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or the art featured above. This is a fan-created work featuring an original character.

Read Chapter 5 Here

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Read Chapter 1 Here

An off-key melody echoed through the mansion’s halls. Dark pigtails bounced as Vera skipped down the long corridor, a basket filled with freshly laundered sheets in her hands. The setting sun cast golden shadows along the girl’s smiling features.

It’d been a good day. The first in a long time - longer than the ten year old girl could remember. Vera had been able to complete all her assigned duties and even had the rare opportunity to eat lunch with the other slaves. Her mind was still replaying the conversation she’d had with Laura over a shared pastry.

“Laura, what do you think Germa is like?” Crumbs stuck to the young girl’s lips as she spoke.

The older woman giggled, her strawberry blonde tresses falling in front of her face. “Lady Vera, you mustn’t talk with food on your face.”

Vera’s eyes grew in realization of her messy appearance, her cheeks reddening at having it pointed out. She quickly whispered a few magic words and the offending crumbs disappeared. Still not trusting her own magic, she then grabbed a rag and used it to wipe her face just to be sure.

Laura laughed louder now. The rag Vera had rubbed on her face had been previously used to polish the furniture. Now, the young witch’s cheeks were smudged with brown streeks.

“Here, let me help you.” Laura brought her sleeve down to cover her thumb before dipping it into her cup of water. She brought the damp fabric to the girl’s cheek and began rubbing the marks away. “I’m sure it’ll be lovely there.”

Vera frowned, her features contorting into a comical expression when coupled with her dirtied skin. “What if he’s mean to me? And what if his father or siblings are mean to me?” Her lip began to quiver.

“Shh.” Laura patted her head once she’d finished wiping the filth from her cheeks. “I’m sure Prince Sanji will make a fine husband. And if his family is mean to you, he’ll protect you.”

Once certain that Vera had been sufficiently reassured, Laura stood and dusted off her apron. “We should get back to work. There’s still lots to do before the master and mistress return.”

Thoughts of a dashing prince swooping in to rescue her now dominated Vera’s mind. She hummed and sang a happy tune, not caring if any of the other slaves heard. Her key was off, wavering between sharp and flat with every other verse. But who would correct her? The portraits of her ancestors which adorned the hallway?

Turning, she reached the master bedroom; her destination. She quickly stripped the bed of its used linens and began replacing them with those she’d been carrying. As white fabric billowed through the air and came to rest upon a plush mattress, her song continued.

Vera was lost in her thoughts, imagining another of countless scenarios for her future. If Laura said he’d be kind, then he would be. The woman had never been wrong as long as Vera had known her. Her marriage would be a happy one.

She jumped when the bedroom door slammed open.

“Quit that incessant screeching!” Misericors came barreling through the doorway, Vera’s mother clinging to him. Both were glaring at the girl.

“I-I’m sorry, sir!” Vera bowed before her stepfather, fear overrunning her previously happy mind. Had she tempted fate by allowing herself a moment of splendor?

“You haven’t finished your work yet?!” His voice was booming, dwarfing every other sensation the young girl might have felt in that moment. “It’s nearly dusk! Must I remind you of your place?!” He reached out, roughly grabbing one of Vera’s pigtails and bringing her forward. He leaned down and forced her to meet his gaze, now at eye level.

Vera gulped audibly.

“You are a slave.” Her stepfather’s breath smelt of alcohol as he sneered in her face. “Maybe you need something to burn that fact into you.”

The smile that overtook his features was nothing short of menacing. He took a moment to look off into the distance, formulating a plan. He chuckled at his own imaginings before bringing his attention back to the girl in his grasp.

Praesentia smirked at her husband, a hand resting on his chest as the man rose to his full stature. “She’ll never forget if you do that.”

Misericors yanked on Vera’s hair, dragging her out into the hallway behind him. The girl grabbed at her scalp, attempting and failing to relieve any amount of the pain her stepfather was causing. Tears fell down her cheeks as choking sobs ripped themselves from her throat.

Before long, the trio found themselves in one of the mansion’s many sitting rooms. A fire roared in the hearth, illuminating the space and casting stark shadows. Misericors threw Vera’s body aside. She crashed into a coffee table, knocking the objects that sat upon it to the floor. Glass shattered upon impact, spraying towards the girl.

She brought her arms up to cover her face, causing them to take most of the damage. Shards of glass embedded themselves into her skin, drawing ribbons of blood which trickled onto the carpet below.

From her kneeling position, the young witch stared down at her arms - now decorated with stripes of crimson. Colorful swirls and patterns reflected the fire’s light, appearing like glitter. The sculpture had been priceless. Vera closed her ryes tightly and braced herself for a beating.

When the sound of metal scraping stone broke the silence, she turned towards the hearth. The cruel grins her mother and stepfather wore sent paralyzing shivers straight to the core of her being. When the glow of red-hot iron came into view, the girl knew what was happening.

She’d seen the mark before. All the slaves in the mansion had it on some part of their body. The more well behaved slaves had theirs in places which were more easily hidden. Laura’s was in the center of her chest, right below her clavicle.

Vera screamed.

She willed her body to move, but fear cemented her to the ground. Her lungs began to burn, her throat feeling like it was closing. She couldn’t stop screaming long enough to take in a single breath.

“Shut it!” Her mother’s boot made contact with Vera’s left cheek. She landed on her right shoulder atop the shards of rainbow glass. Her screaming ceased, tears falling as she attempted to push her body upright.

Praesentia moved behind her daughter and held her down, a hand covering the girl’s mouth.

As her stepfather moved closer, Vera began to thrash against her mother’s hold. She tried to shout, but the sound was muffled by the hand over her lips. Her eyes darted around the room, unsure what she was searching for.

When the branding iron met her arm, the pain was indescribable. Blood boiled and skin melted under the searing metal. The smell was horrendous, trails of steam wafting into the air as her arm was cooked. A silent scream ripped itself from her throat.

In an attempt to ease the pain, she bit down on the nearest object - her mother’s hand. In an instant, she was released and the branding iron was removed. However, the overwhelming agony did not cease. It felt as though her entire arm was engulfed in flames. She clutched the marred skin as her mother kicked her again.

“You little brat! You bit me!” Another blow, this time to her back. Praesentia then leaned down, forcing her daughter to meet her eyes.

Vera stared through hot tears, her dark orbs wide in shock at what had just transpired. Her mother gripped the collar of her shirt, pulling her in close before growling her next words.

“You deserved this.”

***

Soft cotton gauze was held firmly in place beneath an adhesive bandage. “There, nice and snug.” Law patted the spot he’d just finished dressing, smiling as Vera flinched away.

“Oww!” She held the location gently and glared at the surgeon. “Stop that!”

Law chuckled, his deep voice reverberating off the wooden walls of the sick bay. “What? The witch can’t handle a little pain?” He leaned back in the chair, tattooed arms crossed over his chest. “I’d have figured after everything you’ve been through, a few stitches would be nothing.”

Vera sighed, looking down at her hand. She’d been helping Sanji prepare vegetables for dinner and slipped, cutting her thumb quite deeply. “Remind me why Chopper wasn’t the one to patch me up.” She refused to raise her eyes, preferring the view of floorboards over Law’s golden orbs.

The surgeon stood, returning unused bandages to their home within a cabinet. “Nose-ya had another invention blow up on him, so Tony-ya is a bit preoccupied at the moment.” He turned to eye the woman, taking in her features. “Would you have rather waited?”

The witch scoffed, standing from her seat on the examination table. “Thanks.” Her response carried undertones of frustration. With clenched fists, she began walking toward the door.

“Just a minute.” Law had extended his leg, blocking her path. “Have you given any more consideration to my offer?”

Keeping her eyes focused on the exit, she brushed past the man. “My answer is still no.”

Overcast skies greeted Vera when she returned to the Sunny’s main deck. Silently hoping that a storm wasn’t in their immediate future, she took a moment to gather her thoughts.

Resting against a wall, she leaned her head back and looked up. A gull flew overhead, its mottled body almost disappearing against the gray haze of sky. Her hand raised to her arm, gently rubbing the spot where her slave mark rested beneath black fabric.

Law had been persistent these last few days. He took her initial rejection with a nonchalance that suggested disinterest. But in their following interactions, he’d not failed to remind her that his offer still stood.

Why was he so insistent on learning about her past? Were her scars really that interesting? Or was he just nosey? Vera was willing to bet on the latter.

Brook’s voice brought her attention to the ship’s helm. The skeleton in question held a violin and bow, obviously intending to treat the crew to a song before dinner. “How’s your hand? That looked like a nasty cut!”

The girl smiled, thankful for her crewmate’s concern. “Just fine. Law stitched me up good.” She held up her now bandaged thumb for him to see.

“Very good!” Brook nodded, inspecting the masterful wrapping. “Would you mind showing me your panties as well?”

The girl laughed nervously, darting her gaze back to the kitchen. “Not today, I’m afraid.”

Brook joined in her laughter, though his was clearly genuine. “Perhaps next time, then.” He began to play his instrument, soft notes complimenting the crash of waves along the ship’s hull.

By the time she’d reentered the kitchen, dinner was nearly ready. Sanji praised her dedication to completing her work, but insisted that she sit and wait for the final side dishes to finish cooking. He’d even set the table in her absence, leaving the witch with nothing to pass the time.

She chose to seat herself at the island and watch the cook as he worked. Long, slender fingers expertly cleaned the filth from a used pan. Long blonde bangs obscured cerulean eyes as smoke puffed from delicate lips.

Vera couldn’t believe she’d taken so long to put two and two together. Had she suppressed her memories from childhood that deeply? The man before her was an exact match for her betrothed’s photos, despite how much he’d grown.

But it was obvious he didn’t recognize her.

His demeanor betrayed nothing of his royal upbringing. And when questioned about his origins, Sanji only spoke of growing up in the East Blue - across the Red Line from his birthplace in Germa.

Was he intentionally hiding his past?

Vera wasn’t sure of the right way to proceed. She could tell him the truth and dredge up both their pasts, or continue on as before and carry the constant reminder of her former life alone.

Would Sanji even care if she told him?

They were betrothed as children. The pair had never met until their adult lives, both living as completely different people than their childhood selves. They were pirates, not a prince and a celestial dragon.

Would he hate her if he knew?

The celestial dragons were despised. Sure they were the nobles of the world, but to regular citizens they were monsters. Cruelty was synonymous with the title. And though Vera had been raised as a slave and subsequently abandoned her life in Mariejois, she had still been born as one of them.

And then there was the problem of Vera’s own feelings.

No one could deny that Sanji was an attractive man. But he was also kind, chivalrous, and the best cook Vera had ever seen. He always put his crew - his friends and nakama - above all else. His obnoxious flirting with every girl he met was concerning, but he was a true prince down to his core. A wonderful person. Just thinking about him made Vera’s heart flutter.

She rested her head on the cool granite of the countertop.

Before long, the crew gathered and dinner had been served. The conversation had been boisterous, though Vera barely participated - too distracted with her thoughts.

Both Law and Zoro had made attempts at bringing her attention to the present moment. Zoro had tried asking about her favorite alcohol, if she liked napping, even what books she liked reading. Law had made a passing comment about her appearance. Something flirtatious she didn’t quite catch, which only got a rise out of Sanji.

When her plate and beverage had emptied, Nami invited the witch to join her and Robin for a bath. She accepted, not caring that they would see her scars or slave mark. Her friends had proven that they weren’t bothered by them - just concerned for her. But the girls didn’t pry, and so Vera had grown more trusting towards the two.

Warm, soapy water filled the Sunny’s enormous bathtub. Floral scents wafted through the steamy air, providing a spa-like atmosphere. Vera sat at the edge, her knees to her chest while the other women washed each others’ backs.

“Your turn, Vera!” Nami’s energetic voice broke through the witch’s consuming thoughts. The navigator’s long orange locks were held in a clip atop her head. Her blue tattoo was on full display along with the rest of her body. From her slender form to her large breasts and smooth skin, she was undeniably beautiful.

Vera complied silently, standing to join her friends in the deeper water. She turned, presenting her back which Nami began scrubbing with a soft sponge.

Meanwhile, Robin had grabbed a bottle of shampoo and offered to wash Vera’s hair. When she nodded, the archeologist went straight to work.

“Your hair is so soft!” Robin exclaimed, her hands covered in suds.

“Thank you.” Vera blushed and looked down at her naked form. She should feel embarrassed - vulnerable and exposed. She’d not bathed with anyone else since infancy. The magnitude of trust she held for these two women surprised the witch.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask.” Nami had finished washing Vera’s back and began scrubbing her own body. “What’s up with you and Sanji?”

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Magic and Secrets, Chapter 5 - Sanji x Witch!OC

WARNING: Mature content ahead!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or the art featured above. This is a fan-created work featuring an original character.

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“The boy’s dead? Then the arrangement is null and void.” Misericors spoke in a hushed yet excited tone. “Which means we can sell the brat off again!”

“Not quite, darling.” Praesentia chided her husband, pointing to the paper before her. “The contract clearly states here that should her betrothed perish, she is still to be delivered to the king as a concubine.”

A thirteen year old Vera held her breath as she pressed closer to the wall. She knew that eavesdropping on her mother and stepfather would warrant a painful thrashing, should she be caught. But the risk was necessary. When the letter bearing the seal of Germa’s monarchy, she knew it pertained to her arranged marriage. But her mother had snatched the parchment before she could even glimpse to whom it had been addressed.

Misericors grumbled under his breath, “At least we’ll be rid of her then. When does it say we should ship her off?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

At first, she tiptoed. Then, she walked. And once she knew her mother and stepfather were out of earshot, Vera broke into a full sprint. Her destination was unknown. She simply had to get away.

Sanji was dead.

This whole time - through all the abuse and neglect she’d suffered at her parents’ hands - he’d been her light at the end of the dark tunnel. Her hope. Her salvation.

It didn’t matter that they’d never officially met. She knew through letters and photos that he was the same as her. Abused and miserable. The promise of a happier life with a man who might be able to love her had kept her going. But now that hope was gone.

Her stepfather had lectured Vera for countless hours on the importance of saving herself for her future husband. Besides her status, she knew that her virginity was the main selling point for the marriage. But giving that to the man who’d bought her contract? He was supposed to be her father in law, not her master!

With tears streaming down her face, she crashed into another slave.

“Lady Vera? Whatever is the matter, dear?” The woman crouched down so that her face was level with Vera’s. She held the younger girl’s face gently, thumbs wiping away fat teardrops. “Have the Lord or Lady of the house been cruel to you again?”

Through racking sobs, Vera informed her of the situation. “They’re sending me to Germa first thing tomorrow! I can’t do this, Laura!” She fell to her knees, taking the other female with her. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t give myself to him.”

Laura held the girl, silently cursing whichever gods existed for their injustice. “Vera, you need to escape.” She pulled back until the two women could make eye contact. “Run away and never look back.”

An hour later and the two women found themselves on a rocky beach, a tiny boat no bigger than a dinghy before them. Their descent from Mariejois had proven quite treacherous, being unable to take the bondolas. Instead, they’d climbed down the Red Line by hand with only moonlight to illuminate their way.

Vera moved to board the microscopic vessel, ready to be free of this life . However, she found herself being spun around and pressed face first into a warm chest. Laura cradled the girl’s head against her, grip unyielding as she spoke a quiet prayer for the witch’s safety. “Take care of yourself, dear.”

The younger girl pulled back to make eye contact. Her gaze was wide with fear. “You’re not coming with me?”

Laura took a step back and shook her head. “If I left too, I’d only cause more grief for the other slaves.”

Vera’s lip quivered as her eyes grew watery once more. “Thank you, Laura. For everything.”

The older woman only smiled before she gently pushed Vera onto the boat.

***

Vera admired the newly organized shelving. It had taken a while to figure out a storage solution for over 70,000 bullets. But as they sat now, neatly stacked in watertight boxes, they were quite aesthetic. She did wonder how to make use of them though. Perhaps during her next scuffle with the navy she’d also take some of their guns.

Taking in her surroundings, she felt pride well within her. It’d been months since she’d last visited the space, and as she spirited away more objects, the room had only grown in its chaos. But after hours - maybe days - of work, the place was nice and tidy once more.

She didn’t know how long she’d been hidden away. Over the years of using her magic, she’d failed to take a clock. She couldn’t even look outside to estimate the time of day. The astral plane was a black void, the occasional distant star the only break in an otherwise endless sea of ink. But did that really matter now?

She’d made a fool of herself. In front of her friends, no less. The only friends she had. Not just that, but they now all knew she’d developed feelings for one of them.

Damn that Trafalgar Law. Sure, she’d been less than discreet, but why did he have to be so perceptive? And why did he have to open his big mouth?

Vera wished she could punch him. But she knew that would only result in pain for her. He was a pirate and the user of the Ope Ope devil fruit. He could slice her into a million pieces and scatter them before she could blink.

Falling onto the plush bed, she put her head into her hands. How much had he told them? And how much did he know? He was her captain’s ally, so she couldn’t retaliate openly. But she could talk to him.

She sat up, looking at her reflection. The mirror was still cracked, but she’d cleaned the dust off. The image that stared back looked shaken. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were hollow. Her stomach gurgled, reminding her that she’d not eaten since the incident on the beach.

She couldn’t starve herself. And she needed to shower. A heavy sigh escaped dry lips. Why was it always food?

The door to the girls dorm creaked as Vera opened it, causing the girl to flinch. Looking out across the deck, relief washed over her upon noticing the night sky. Hesitant steps brought her just outside the door, which she closed as quietly as she could manage.

Once it had been firmly shut, she opened it once more to ensure that the portal had closed. Inside the dorm was a mess. The furniture was out of place and objects had been strewn everywhere. Vera couldn’t help the comparison to her pocket dimension before she’d cleaned.

Deep breaths could be heard through the darkness, signaling that both Nami and Robin were sleeping inside. She closed the door gently, this time making no noise.

“Interesting trick.”

Vera jumped, squeaking in fear before slapping both palms over her mouth. Turning around quite forcefully, her eyes met with a single emerald.

“Zoro!” She hissed in a mock whisper. Of course the swordsman was awake, taking his nighttime duty of guarding the ship seriously. Though the saké bottle in his left hand did contradict this.

The greenette crossed his arms, a frown taking over his features. “You’ve been gone for almost two days. Do you have any idea how worried everyone’s been?”

Vera’s eyes widened as she stilled in surprise. “They were worried about me?”

“Of course we were!” She tried to shush his rising volume, to no avail. “You’re part of this crew aren’t you?!”

“Vera? Are you really back?” The witch in question whipped around to meet with two groggy faces. Before she could react, slender arms wrapped around her form and brought her face first into a pair of large breasts. “Don’t you ever worry us like that again!” Nami’s voice was near hysterical.

Robin smiled from her place behind the ginger woman. “We’re glad you’re back.”

Roughly 15 minutes later and the entire crew had woken up to greet the girl, all expressing their concern and gratitude to have her returned to them. The group now sat at the dining table of the Sunny’s kitchen as Sanji prepared a late night meal for everyone.

“Where were you?” Law’s deep voice broke through the energetic chatter.

Vera looked down, her visage reflected in the mug of tea she held. “I was in a secret room in the astral plane.” Her voice was quiet, sounding small in the large dining area.

“You can do that?” Luffy was the one who spoke, his eyes not leaving the meat Sanji had just plated. “That’s like the best way to win at hide and seek!”

Nami scoffed. “Or run away and make your nakama worried sick over you! You weren’t even in this plane of reality! What if something happened? How would we reach you?!” The others voiced their agreement

The hurt and concern in her friend’s voice felt akin to an older sister. Her heart wavered at the flood of emotions this realization brought on. They all truly cared for her.

Vera wiped her eyes, salty tears dampening the backs of her hands before they could fall. She then flicked her wrist and produced a key from seemingly nowhere, handing it to Nami. The navigator inspected the object, silver metal glinting under incandescent light bulbs.

“If you put that key into the lock of any door, it’ll make a portal to the room.” She paused to wipe away more water from her eyes. “Just please take good care not to lose it. The magic is in the key so it’ll work for anyone that tries using it.”

Nami smiled and added the key to a necklace she was wearing. Once the chain had been re-clasped, she patted her hand on the object which now rested over her heart. “Thank you, Vera. I promise to only use it if absolutely necessary.”

Neatly plated dishes were then sat upon the table. Thin slices of meat layered atop one another in a spiral over a bed of rice. Dolloped to the side were circles of colorful sauces. Sanji took his seat to the left of the women, who sat together with Vera in the middle, and put out the cigarette he’d been smoking.

“Wow, Sanji! This looks SUPER fancy!” Franky had already picked up his utensils, ready to dig in.

The cook smirked, looking at Vera from the corner of his eye before returning his gaze to the cyborg. “I figured the safe return of our newest crew member called for celebration.”

The crew ate and drank merrily, discussing their plans to leave the island at daybreak. They hadn’t set sail with Vera gone for fear they’d leave her behind, having no idea where she’d disappeared to. But now that she had returned and the log pose had reset, they were free to head out towards their next destination.

They spoke enthusiastically, guessing what the next island would be like, each making impossible assumptions. Eventually, the group grew tired and one by one, they each excused themselves from the table. Vera had been among the last to leave, thoroughly enjoying everyone’s company and relishing in her newly acquired sense of belonging. She’d even offered to help Sanji with the dishes, though he politely refused.

“You’ve had a long couple of days.” The blonde spoke with a smile, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips once again. “Go rest. I’ve got this.”

The witch gave her thanks before leaving the kitchen. Once outside, instead of making her way to the girls’ dorm she instead walked to one of the ship’s railings. Leaning against the smooth wooden banister, Vera brought her gaze to the night sky. The moon hung low, stars glittering in constellations she’d never bothered to learn.

“Don’t think they’ve forgotten.” Law had spoken from beside her, leaning against the same banister and facing the girl.

“Forgotten what?” Vera’s eyes narrowed at the man. She didn’t like him, and each of their interactions only served to cement the feeling.

The surgeon tsked, moving to face Sunny’s main mast, his back now resting against the railing. “What do you think? Everything that happened on the beach. You being in love with Blackleg-ya, all those scars you failed at hiding, and the slave mark.”

She instinctively clutched her arm, taking a step back from the man. Law didn’t move, only looking at her from the side. “I never said I was in love with him.”

Law frowned. “You didn’t say you weren’t either.”

“Why are you even here? Don’t you have your own ship and crew to travel with?” Vera’s tone had turned defensive. Her distaste for the man grew more evident with each word.

He smiled. It was a genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his golden eyes. When he spoke, his voice sounded amused. “Don’t try to change the subject.” He then moved to face her once more with his arms crossed over his chest, the jolly roger on his shirt now obscured. “I could remove them if you wish.”

At first, Vera said nothing. She didn’t trust this man, even if her captain did. Seeing her momentary distraction with her own thoughts, Law moved closer to the girl. “I am a surgeon. A little cosmetic procedure and it’d be like you were never a slave to begin with.”

His offer was tempting. She’d never have to worry about anyone seeing her branding again. She could wear whatever she wished without care. “You’re also a Worst Generation pirate captain. What would be in it for you?”

His smile didn’t falter. “Call it helping my allies. I just want to know the story.”

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Magic and Secrets, Chapter 4 - Sanji x Witch!OC

WARNING: Mature content ahead!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or the art featured above. This is a fan-created work featuring an original character.

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Read Chapter 1 Here

Soot stained fingers grazed the pane of glass, a black smudge appearing over the photo beneath. Tearful eyes gazed back at Vera, unblinking in their frozen misery. The boy looked how she felt; frustrated despair at his lot in life. New marks joined the glass, tracing a distinct swirl over the boy’s prominent eyebrow, as a smile formed faintly over the girl’s lips.

Vera had taken refuge in the coalstore. She wasn’t sure what had brought on her Stepfather’s anger today, but he had screamed and beaten her. New bruises were already forming, joining the preexisting splotches of purple and jagged scars which already littered the girl’s body.

Eventually, she’d managed to escape his wrath. A slave had begged Misericors to cease his onslaught, providing a brief moment of distraction which Vera seized immediately. She had run through her home, finding her usual hiding spot - the only one yet to be discovered - and curled up amongst the dark stones.

The picture had been hidden here weeks ago. At first, it was a symbol of her misfortune - a reminder that her current hell would lead to an equally miserable future. But in recent days, the boy’s face had become a cherished treasure. Her betrothed was clearly unhappy - her mother had described him as the disappointment of his family. Perhaps his circumstance was similar to hers.

Shaking hands brought the frame close to Vera’s heart. She knew that it was wrong to wish misfortune on someone else. But part of her hoped that he knew her pain. That he knew what a life of constant misery and fear was like. Surely he did, if the photos of his brothers beating the poor blonde gave any indication.

“He’s the runt of the litter, far weaker than his siblings. Perfect for a waste like you.” Her mother’s voice echoed in the young witch’s mind.

“Please.” Vera whispered. “Let him be kind.”

***

Deep wooden panels were the first thing Vera saw upon opening her eyes. That and a dim ceiling light, swaying with the movement of the ship.

Her head throbbed, her stomach cried, and her mouth was dry. How long had she been out? The last thing the witch remembered was a battle with some marines. There were cannonballs and chaos. Loud booms dominated the air. And bullets.

That was it! Vera had used her magic to spirit away all the bullets on the enemy ship. And subsequently fainted. She sat up and took in her surroundings.

She found herself in the sickbay, sitting atop a thin mattress with a sheet of white cotton draped across her form. Judging by the looming darkness outside the single porthole, the sun had been set for at least a few hours. Vera perked her ears and listened intently, but no sound reached her ears aside from the soft creak of the Sunny and the gentle lapping of waves along her hull.

Evidently, the battle had ended in a victory for the Strawhats. Otherwise, she’d have woken up in a cell aboard the marine ship or not at all. A sigh of relief passed her lips as she came to this realization. She was alive, and her new friends were safe.

Snoring interrupted the girl’s thoughts, bringing her attention to the far corner of the room. A figure sat, leaning against the armrest of an uncomfortable looking chair. Blonde hair and a disheveled suit revealed the visitor’s identity.

Sanji was fast asleep, his expression peaceful as a thin trail of drool fell from his lips. Vera almost chuckled at this before noticing redness on his nose and the skin around his eye. His lashes seemed to glisten in the dim light. Had he been crying?

Vera stood, padding softly over to her crewmate. Approaching, she noticed a glass of orange juice and a plate of cookies sitting on the counter to Sanji’s side. Both were untouched, leaving the girl to assume they’d been meant for her - to restore her energy levels.

Her lips curved into a smile that crinkled her eyes. “What am I going to do with you?” She whispered and gently reached outward, sweeping away the man’s bangs with the lightest touch to reveal his other eye.

Swirled eyebrows furrowed as Sanji frowned, his eyelids parting slowly. Cerulean orbs threatened to overflow as their eyes met, striking Vera with a wave of nostalgia.

She inhaled sharply, finding herself thrust backwards in time. An eight year old girl hidden amongst piles of coal, a picture held close to her chest.

“It’s you.” Vera breathed the words, barely audible to the confused man inches before her. “My salvation.”

***

The sun beat down, harsh light reflecting off gentle waves and white sand. Vera brought her knees closer to her chest, staying well within the circle of shade provided by the large umbrella.

Scents of caramelized fruits and cooking meat wafted through the air from the barbecue just meters away. Vera’s stomach growled audibly, though she did not react. Her gaze remained locked on the sand which shifted between her toes.

Nami’s voice could be heard, energetic and melodic. Whatever she’d said, it must have been quite funny. Sanji laughed loudly - a deep belly laugh that was sure to be accompanied by a breathtaking smile. The witch couldn’t bring herself to look though. She’d been unable to even look at the cook since her embarrassing statement in the sickbay.

If only she had an invisibility spell at her disposal. She’d have used it to evade the man these last several days. But alas, she did not. True to his nature, he had continued on as though nothing had happened. And so Vera found herself a silent, blushing mess each time Sanji tried to interact with her.

“Blackleg-ya sent this.” Vera’s gaze rose to meet golden eyes, adorned with dark bags. Tattooed hands offered a plate of kabobs, juicy and appetizing.

“Thanks, Law.” She took the plate gratefully, chowing down as the man sat beside her.

Trafalgar Law. He was a surgeon and pirate captain who’d allied with the Strawhats. He’d joined up with the crew recently, seeming to gel with the boisterous crew easily enough despite his dour personality.

Reaching over, he took a kabob from Vera’s plate and began eating, the dark lines of ink on his exposed torso capturing her attention. “Can’t swim?” The question sounded more like a statement through Law’s full mouth. When Vera raised an eyebrow in confusion, he only nodded towards the sea where the rest of their companions frollicked through the waves.

The witch returned her gaze to the sand, her free hand drawing absentminded circles. “Didn’t feel like it.” She shrugged before bringing another stick of meat to her mouth.

Law hummed in response, leaning back to rest on his arms. For a moment, he studied her form. She wore a black bikini and matching sunhat, a lace shawl draped over her shoulders. The end of a scar could be seen poking out from beneath the delicate fabric on her left arm. “Seems to me you’re distracted.”

Vera huffed, handing the now empty plate back to him. “If your only objective was stating the obvious, you could have started with it.”

Law chuckled in response, his golden earrings clanking as his head shook. “Just trying to understand.” He smirked at her then, his expression irritating the witch. “So, when are you going to stop sulking in jealousy and tell Blackleg-ya how you feel?”

Vera sputtered, her eyes wide and mouth agape as she turned toward her companion. “I-I don’t know what you mean!” Her voice came out louder than intended, drawing unwanted attention. She was a sea of emotions, the devious glint in Law’s eyes bringing panic to the forefront.

“I’m only making a suggestion. I’m sure he’d be overjoyed to have a proper confession.”

“A confession?” Vera jumped, caught off guard by Robin’s voice entering the conversation. When had she gotten so close?

“Who’s Vera confessing to?” Nami had joined the ravenette, her words and expression dripping with curiosity.

“What’s a confession?” Luffy tilted his head in confusion.

Usopp blushed, pulling his captain’s ear. “You seriously don’t know what they’re talking about?!”

Vera glared at Law, trying and failing to ignore the crowd forming around them.

“My oh my, can it be?!” Sanji now spun from his post at the barbecue, hands clutched in excitement. “Is love in the air?!”

It was all too much. Vera felt her breath quicken as her friends crowded the small area of shade, her nerves becoming shot. Quickly, she stood and shouted. “Everybody stop!”

The group fell silent, their eyes fixated on Vera’s left arm. Except for Sanji, who’d succumbed to a nosebleed at the sight of Vera’s bikini-clad body now on full display. Following the crews’ gazes, Vera realized what had grasped their attention so ardently.

Black fabric pooled in the sand at her feet, her shawl having fallen in her haste. Vera brought her hand to cover the scar, but it was already too late. Tears formed in her eyes, falling fast in hot trails that stained pale cheeks.

“Vera.” Nami reached out a hand, attempting to comfort the girl. But before she could make contact, Vera ran.

She bolted to the Sunny, sand tracking behind as bare feet met wood. A door. She needed to find a door.

Spotting the entrance to the girls’ dorm, she rushed toward it. She nearly tripped before slamming palms first into the thick panel. Shouts could be heard just off the sunny, stirring more panic to swell within her.

Uttering a spell with such speed that she almost questioned whether it’d be effective, she opened the door. Only once it’d been slammed shut behind her did Vera breathe a sigh of relief.

Reaching the girls dorm, Nami spoke to announce her presence before opening the door. She’d expected to find Vera within, likely attempting to hide. But the room was empty. When Robin had caught up, the two tore the room apart in search of their companion.

Their efforts proved fruitless.

Staggering to her feet, Vera moved to the window on the room’s opposite end. Despite the only thing visible being an endless void of inky black, the simple act of drawing the curtain closed brought solace.

Upon releasing the fabric, she turned to face a round mirror. Its surface was dusty and cracked, but Vera could still make out her reflection. She padded over, her feet scattering bullets and books. A small cup sat upon a vanity just below the reflective disc.

Trembling fingers rose as more tears fell, lightly brushing the marred skin. The mark was an angry red, glossy from its time healing. Four triangles and a circle. The Hoof of the Soaring Dragon - a mark of ownership. The label given to slaves of the world nobles.

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Magic and Secrets, Chapter 3 - Sanji x Witch!OC

WARNING: Mature content ahead!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or the art featured above. This is a fan-created work featuring an original character.

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The patter of footsteps echoed throughout the mansion, a young girl giggling as she ran through her home. She was supposed to be in her room. She’d been told that there would be punishment if she disobeyed. But curiosity had wormed its way into Vera’s naive mind.

It had been easy to escape. Her mother hadn’t even bothered to lock the door, knowing Vera could easily open it with magic. Praesentia’s voice had been stern as she threatened her daughter, and for a moment Vera did feel true fear. But the allure of secret agendas and forbidden knowledge proved too strong.

“The brat has to go!” Her footsteps halted just short of her stepfather’s study. Careful to not make a sound, she pressed herself flat to the wall and focused her hearing.

“Darling, I know you don’t want her. And neither do I. But what do you suggest we do?” Her mother’s voice was laden with frustration.

“I’d love nothing more than to wring her neck myself.” Misericors seethed with rage, no doubt fantasizing about murdering the girl.

“And what would the other Celestial Dragons say if you did?” Praesentia’s voice rose in volume, an accusatory inflection to it. “She’s a God, just as we are. If you kill her and they find out, we’ll be cast out of Mariejois! Our fate would be worse than the Donquixotes!”

“The Donquixotes?!” A piece of furniture fell, the resulting thud startling Vera. But still she did not move. “If anyone deserves their fate it’s that whelp! She and Doflamingo are the only two left carrying that disgraceful family’s blood!”

Praesentia sighed, no doubt exasperated by the conversation that had been ongoing since her daughter’s birth. “You know we can’t do that without risking our own lives. Product of an affair or not, she’s still a Celestial Dragon. And a purebred one at that, …” her words trailed off at the end of her statement, seeming to lose herself in thought.

“I don’t want to hear about your infidelity! I want that girl out of my home!” Misericors was almost screaming now, no doubt red in the face.

“There is a way we could get rid of her.” Praesentia began hesitantly. “But it would take time.”

“Out with it!”

“We could sell her into an arranged marriage.”

Misericors was quiet as he mulled over the proposal. When he spoke again, his voice had calmed. “That would make her somewhat useful. And in the meantime, she could work with the slaves. Say that she’s being taught homemaking for the sake of her future husband.”

“Yes!” Praesentia clapped in delight at her husband’s words. “I have no doubt a royal family would pay greatly to be married into the Domain of the Gods. And if we train her as a slave, she’ll be so obedient !”

A hand clasped over Vera’s mouth, maintaining her silence as tears welled in her eyes. She willed the sobs to stay down, her body shaking in fear at what she’d heard. She turned to run back to her room, ready to dive under the covers of her bed and pretend she hadn’t just eavesdropped on a conversation which sealed her fate to a life of misery.

“You impudent little pest!” She’d been caught. Vera halted her movements, freezing mid-step as she turned to face her mother. The older woman marched forward, gripping Vera’s arm painfully tight.

“I told you to stay put!” Her hand rose, palm open before coming down fast. The harsh slap reverberated off the ornately decorated walls, paintings of smiling faces inside gilded frames mocked the young girl. “But I suppose you did save me the trouble of explaining things.” Praesentia released her daughter’s arm, leaving Vera to fall backwards.

“I’ll have the slaves move her things.” Misericors scowled down at his stepdaughter like one would an insect. “Tomorrow, you’ll start working.”

Vera gulped at the statement. She was only five years old, and yet she knew her very existence was a mistake. A mistake for which she would be punished relentlessly.

***

Dark eyes gazed through glass towards the horizon. Endless blue in all directions, calm waves and sparsely clouded skies met Vera’s vision. How many days had they been at sea? Time seemed to blur when the scenery and weather were unchanging. A small part of her wondered if Nami had gotten them lost. She sighed and resumed reading the book cradled in her lap.

The library door swung open to reveal an exuberant Sanji, a tray of beverages in one hand. He twirled to Robin first, offering her an ornate teacup upon its matching saucer. Steam wafted into the air.

“Herbal Rose tea with honey.” The historian took the delicate porcelain into her hand. Sanji stood upright, smiling wide. “A delicate and sweet blend for an equally graceful beauty.”

Robin thanked the cook with a smile, her voice soft and eyes kind. Sanji took this as his opportunity to spin towards the window seat where Vera lounged. Upon reaching his destination, he knelt at her side and offered a glass. “And a mango smoothie for the alluring enchantress.”

Vera blushed and took the beverage from the blonde. She immediately took a sip, her face lighting up. “Wow, Sanji! This is even better than yesterday’s acai bowl!”

The chef beamed. “You’re too kind.” He tucked the tray neatly under his arm and turned to exit. Just before leaving, he announced, “Lunch will be ready in a few hours. I’ll come retrieve you when it’s time.”

Once the library door had closed, Robin addressed her companion with amusement evident in her voice. “He seems fond of you.”

Vera turned away, hiding her darkening cheeks. She glanced down just in time to see a head of blonde hair entering the ship’s kitchen, a trail of smoke cut off by the closing door. “He’s fond of anything in a dress.”

Robin chuckled, a loose fist covering her mouth as she did. “Whatever you say.” She took a long sip of her tea, punctuating her suspicions.

Laughter caught the witch’s attention, drifting to the ship’s bow where three distinct figures sat on a wooden banister. Fishing poles were clenched firmly in Usopp and Luffy’s hands, long lines cast into the sea below. Chopper sat beside them, his hooved feet dangling over the ledge. The group appeared incredibly carefree despite two thirds of them being unable to swim.

Across the deck, Franky sat working on an indistinguishable project. Tools were strewn around him and he was clearly working on something. But what that something was, Vera couldn’t tell. The cyborg sat back, admiring his work before looking upward. His eyes met Vera’s and he smiled, waving up to his new crewmate. Vera waves back weakly, placating the man who quickly returned to his task.

Nami stood at the helm, her gaze shifting between the log pose on her wrist and the map held in her other hand. As abruptly as he had entered the library, a beverage wielding Sanji nearly pirouetted across the deck. He landed on one knee, appearing to propose with the colorful drink he offered the ginger navigator. Once the drink had been taken, the cook stood and began visibly gushing over the woman. Though she couldn’t hear what was being said, Vera could tell that verbal honey poured from his mouth in proclamations of his adoration.

The witch’s eyebrows furrowed. Why did the scene before her cause such discomfort? She stood, sending the book she held away with a soft muttering before exiting the room.

Now in a proper foul mood, Vera searched for something to occupy her attention. But being confined to a single ship - no matter how large Sunny was - her options proved limited. Weighing her options, she eventually decided the greatest potential lay with the crow’s nest and a particular swordsman.

Upon lifting the heavy wood of the trap door, sounds of clanking metal and grunts invaded the air. Vera lifted herself into the room, greeted with the sight of a shirtless, sweaty Zoro on his back, a bar with several large weights attached to either side held firmly in his grip. A large scar spanning the man’s broad chest caught her gaze, noting its jagged contrast to the straight line over Zoro’s missing eye.

“What?” The word came out sounding more like a growl. At first, Vera wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly. But as he continued lifting the metal bar, the swordsman’s single eye came to meet with hers - a look of expectation on his face.

“Sorry.” The girl’s fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt, eyes studying the grain lines in the wooden floor.

Metal clanked loudly as the bar was returned to its rack, causing Vera’s attention to return to the green-haired man. Zoro now sat upright, a rag being pressed to his dripping forehead. “What do you want?” This time the question came clear, laced with annoyance.

“I-”

“Out with it.” His arms were crossed over his chest, creating an intimidating pose.

“Is it alright if I stay here for a bit?” Her words were quiet and fast. She wondered for a moment if they’d even reached the swordsman, but he replied with a simple nod before bringing a bottle to his lips.

Vera sighed, taking a moment to look out the windows which encircled the room. A 360 degree view of nothing but clear blue, the only difference being that she could now see more of the seemingly unending ocean than the library could offer.

Vera sat on one of the many benches lining the walls, her gaze returning to Zoro as he reached for a dumbbell. “Is it really okay for me to be here?” She asked, not expecting an answer from the man.

“I said it was fine, didn’t I?” Zoro eyed her whilst his biceps flexed.

The witch shook her head. “I mean on the crew.” The only response she received was a raised eyebrow, and so she continued. “You all barely know me. And sure we haven’t been at sea for long, but I haven’t done anything useful and I feel like I’m just wasting your resources by being here.”

Zoro scoffed, setting the weight down and reaching for his swords. Vera gulped, bracing herself for the attack. With three swords, surely it’d be as painless as possible. He’d behead her in one swift motion and the crew would be rid of a nuisance.

Her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation for the impact. But all that happened was a small click of Zoro’s tongue before he rushed forward, thrusting open the window behind her. Vera opened her eyes in time to see the swordsman lean out the window and shout to the crew below. “Marines! Straight ahead!”

Vera turned, looking out past Sunny’s figurehead and to a tiny dot on the horizon. She’d originally mistaken the ship for a wave or a bird, nothing worthy of a second glance. But upon further inspection, the large white and blue sails were unmistakable. Zoro had rushed out of the crow’s nest before Vera could register his actions. Upon hearing the trap door slam, she was knocked from her thoughts and sprang to follow.

The main deck was in a state of chaos. Bodies ran about, executing orders which Nami shouted. Sails were unfurled and the ship lurched as canvas caught new wind.

A thunderous boom suddenly overpowered all other noise. Vera turned just in time to see a cannonball flying her way. She took a defensive stance, ready to utter a spell when a blur of red ran past her. In an instant, Luffy was in the air. He’d inflated his body to an impossible size, causing the cannonball to bounce off into the water upon impact.

More deafening noise and several balls of iron were headed their way. Zoro and Sanji were the next to jump into action. Zoro swung his swords, a wave of energy cutting a cannonball in half. Sanji leapt out, his leg darkening from the knee down with armament Haki. With a single kick, the offending mass was sent down in a splash.

These people were monsters. In the best possible way.

Another boom and the Sunny heaved, firing a cannon of its own. Vera watched as the ammunition landed just to the left of the Marine vessel. She clutched a railing, steadying herself and fixing her resolve. She would prove useful in this battle.

The enemy ship drew nearer - when had it gotten so close? Marines could be seen, aiming rifles now. Luffy had jumped into the air, his gum gum powers hurtling the man toward yet another cannonball. With the distracting iron, he’d failed to notice the men taking aim from the deck.

Vera acted fast, rushing forward and thrusting her hand outward. With splayed fingers and fear in her eyes, she shouted a spell. “Deleo te in planum astrale, offenso glandibus!”

The men fired their weapons, plumes of smoke rising into the air. But no bullets came. Luffy landed back on the Sunny and turned to his newest crew member with a grin. “Thanks, Vera!”

The girl gave a thumbs up and a weak smile before the world turned black.

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Magic and Secrets, Chapter 2 - Sanji x Witch!OC

WARNING: Mature content ahead!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or the art featured above. This is a fan-created work featuring an original character.

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Bloodied hands scrubbed frantically at the marble floor, tears mixing with soapy water.

“Please, my Lord! Have mercy!” A slave pleaded to her master.

Misericors Toshinori only scoffed at the pathetic display. “And why should I? It’s not like she’s my daughter.”

Vera continued to scrub, the wounds on her hands stinging. She tried desperately to ignore the conversation happening behind her. Even at six years old, she knew better than to hope for kindness. Not from her stepfather.

“She’s just a child! Give her a chance to live, I beg you!” The woman dropped to her knees, groveling before the white-clad man.

“The illegitimate brat is lucky she’s even allowed to breathe.” Misericors sneered, hatred flowing like venom from his lips. “At the very least I should be able to profit from her continued existence.”

“Enough of this.” A firm, feminine voice interrupted the slave before she could speak. Praesentia Aenigmatica, the lady of the house, entered the ornately decorated parlor. An air of authority followed the woman. “Stop this wretched babbling and get back to work.” Her eyes crinkled as her attention shifted from the slave to her child, still scrubbing away as if she’d not just had her hands crushed.

Paper rustled as it exchanged hands. Praesentia’s scowl transitioned into a delighted smile upon reading the letter’s contents. “This is splendid, dear. Finally, someone willing to pay our asking price.”

Praesentia moved to exit the room, turning to address the slave who’d been pleading for her daughter’s arranged marriage. “And clean up the whelp. She’s smearing blood on the floor.”

***

“Excuse me, miss. But may I see your panties?” Vera stared at the skeletal hand outstretched toward her. The undead man had made the vulgar request with such decorum that the girl didn't know how to respond. Luckily enough, that decision was made for her almost immediately.

“Ow!” Bone could be heard breaking under Nami’s fist.

“Cut it out, Brook!” Anger morphed the ginger woman’s face into a monstrous expression. “Go be a perv somewhere else!”

The musician rubbed his afro-clad skull as he scurried away. “Sorry about him. Anyway, it’s nice to meet you!” As if the disturbance had never occurred, Nami’s features returned to a calm smile.

Vera opened her mouth, about to thank the woman for dealing with the offending skeleton when a boy bounded up to her, holding a straw hat firmly against his head. “So you’re a witch?!” The raven haired boy wore a toothy grin that scrunched his face.

Smooth fingers landed on Vera’s shoulder. “The genuine article.” Sanji nodded, lifting a newly-lit cigarette to his lips and inhaling deeply. “I thought a spell caster would make a great addition to the crew. Plus, she’s a trained maid!”

Luffy’s eyes sparkled. “That’s so cool! Join my crew!” He waited with impatience for Vera’s answer.

She shook the cook’s hand off her shoulder and pondered her options. This group was far more eclectic than she’d imagined when Sanji told her they were pirates. The captain was barely an adult and acted more like an impulsive child. Did she really want to swear her loyalty to someone so boisterous?

Sensing her hesitation, a furry creature approached. Vera had to look downward, observing the form of a tanuki. With antlers? And a hat? It spoke in a child-like voice. “If you’re nervous, I can promise you’ll have fun here!”

The girl’s head rotated, her gaze meeting a large window. Trees bent in harsh curves, strong winds forcing them into unnatural positions. A thick haze obscured much of the village, rain falling in quantities so large that only the buildings nearest the hotel could be seen. Had she not ran into Sanji at such an opportune moment, she’d likely be out in this very storm. But thanks to that chance encounter, she was indoors and engaged in a conversation with the potential to alter her life indefinitely.

“Alright.” She nodded to her new captain, deciding an uncertain future was favorable to continuing the past.

“Woohoo!” Luffy raised a fist in the air, exclaiming his excitement. “That’s one more crew member and one step closer to becoming King of the Pirates! Sanji, start cooking so we can celebrate!”

***

Sanji in fact, did not cook upon his captain’s request. Being stuck ashore, away from his kitchen and pantry, the chef had nothing to prepare. Instead, the crew had raided the hotel’s snack bar. A banquet of junk food now spread amongst them, half emptied wrappers and tins littered the hotel room as lively chatter filled the air.

“And that’s how I took down a kidnapping ring using only a seashell, an empty book of matches, and my trusty slingshot!” Usopp struck a proud pose as his story concluded. The tale had been an obvious fabrication, but entertaining nonetheless.

“Yeah, yeah.” Zoro dismissed the other man’s excitement, a sake bottle hovering just short of his lips. “You sure your name isn’t really Pinocchio? That nose is long enough for it.”

“What’s a Pinocchio?” Chopper - who Vera later discovered was not a tanuki but actually a reindeer, and the crew’s doctor - asked through a mouthful of cotton candy.

“He’s calling Usopp a liar.” Robin answered the confused reindeer, her eyes obscured by a book recounting the island’s history.

“What? That story wasn’t true?” The doctor’s innocent eyes bore into his nakama, silently begging for the enrapturing tale he’d just heard to be true.

A snort brought the group’s attention to their newest crewmate. Vera had been taking a drink, the adorable scene being so out of place amidst a group of criminals that she couldn’t help the laughter now flowing from her drenched lips.

“For you, mademoiselle.” A clean handkerchief was offered to the girl, deep blue orbs seeming to gaze into her soul. She’d come to learn much about the StrawHat Pirates in the few short hours she’d spent with them. For example, the kind chef she’d seemingly been rescued by was actually a chivalrous flirt who pushed the line between simp and pervert on a regular basis.

“Thanks, Sanji. But I got this.” With a wave of her hand, the liquid disappeared.

“Woah! That was magic, yeah?” Franky, a large cyborg and the crew’s shipwright, pointed to Vera’s now dry form with a cola bottle. Upon receiving a nod, the blue-haired man continued. “What else can you do?”

Vera nervously rolled the hem of her apron between two fingers, looking down toward her lap. “Mostly just small spells like that. All I did was transport the water into a pocket dimension within the astral plane.”

“Is that where the book came from earlier?”

The girl muttered a quiet affirmative to Sanji’s question, uncomfortable with the number of eyes focused on her.

“You can send things to and from the astral plane?! Just think what you could steal that way! All the berries we’d have!” Nami’s eyes shone with greed, already cooking up a plan and counting the riches it’d bring.

“Or the meat! You’d always have food whenever you wanted!” Luffy joined the navigator in her daydreaming, drool running from his mouth.

“I’d use it for sake!” Zoro joined in, his cheeks already flush from the aforementioned liquor . “Nothing better than a constant supply of good booze!”

“Could you use it to hide dirty magazines?”

“You can do it with books? I’d love to have access to my library wherever we go.”

“Or sweets!”

“What about cola? Barrels of cola!”

“Hey! She isn’t our personal storage!” Sanji cut in, bringing his fellow Strawhats down from their imaginings.

“There’s a limit on how much I can transport.” Vera spoke softly, her companions barely able to hear the words as they came out. “The bigger something is, the more energy it takes to send or retrieve. And I only have so much energy to use before it gets dangerous.” Her eyes never rose as she informed the group of her limitations. “I can regain energy by eating or sleeping, but I can't really store large amounts.”

“Aww man!” Luffy fell onto his back, disappointment evident in his voice. “I really wanted that meat.”

“Could you not eat a huge meal and then transport something bigger?” Robin had closed her book and held a contemplative expression.

“How brilliant, Robin! Beauty and brains! What a blessing it is to be in the same crew as you!” Sanji held his hands tightly together as his eyes turned to hearts. He then turned to Vera, his enthusiasm unwavering. “And if it’s energy you need then I’ll make sure all your meals are packed full of nutrients! Of course I’d do that regardless. I’d never neglect a gorgeous lady’s nutrition! But I’ll put extra love and effort into yours!”

“Think of it like a glass of water.” Vera began, both surprised and silently delighted that someone actually cared to understand her powers. Before continuing, she held out a hand and whispered something unintelligible. An empty glass appeared which she placed on the ground.

“I’m the glass and my energy is the water.” She turned her palm downward, hovering above the cup’s open mouth. Liquid began to ooze from her skin, dripping down and landing within the vessel. “I can pour water in by sleeping or eating, but the cup stays the same size. So even if I sleep for a week or eat a twelve course meal, the amount of power I can store is limited.”

At this point, the glass began to overflow. The liquid’s descent abruptly stopped and began flowing in reverse, disappearing upon its return to Vera’s palm. “Plus, I still need energy to live and do normal, non-magic stuff.” When the cup had emptied, cracks began to form along its walls. “So if I try to do something that uses too much power, I could end up hurting myself.”

The glass disappeared as well once Vera had finished her speech and demonstration. Her eyes grew wide and she began to stammer, blurting out a hasty adage. “B-but I wouldn’t mind transporting stuff for you guys! As long as it isn’t too big or anything.”

The witch raised her eyes to meet kind smiles. Nami spoke, her voice soft and genuine. “We get it. Just got a little excited there. But don’t worry. No one here would try to push you too far or force you to do anything.”

***

A bright sunrise glared over the island. Birds sung, nature’s symphony signaling a new day. Tree limbs and shingles littered the streets. The storm had raged through the night, only ending a few hours before dawn. Though damages were evident across the village, no buildings appeared to have suffered structurally.

Vera yawned, stretching her arms into the air. She stood on a balcony, breathing deeply and relishing the petrichor. Her eyes surveyed the island - her home for the better part of a decade - knowing this would be her last chance.

“Coffee?” She turned to see a sleepy blonde chef, a mug of steaming liquid in each hand.

“Thank you, Sanji.” She took the drink happily, sniffing before taking a sip and humming her delight for the flavor.

The man smiled, coming to rest his elbows onto the railing beside her. “We’ll be leaving once everyone’s awake. Last chance to change your mind.”

Dark bangs tossed as Vera shook her head. “Not much to miss when it was never home to begin with.”

“Oh?” A swirly eyebrow raised. “And where is home?”

Vera turned away, her face hidden from the cook. “Far away. In both distance and time. What about you?”

Sanji took on a wistful expression, his gaze moving to the horizon. “I was born in the North Blue, but grew up in the East. Ever heard of a restaurant called Baratie?”

Memories flashed in the back of Vera’s mind. Cruel parental figures, a contract, and a boy from the North Blue. She shook the memories away, continuing the conversation with her new crewmate.

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Magic and Secrets, Chapter 1 - Sanji x Witch!OC

WARNING: Sexual content and swearing ahead!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or the art featured above. This is a fan-created work featuring an original character.

Violent waves battered the shoreline, sending salt spray high into the air. The sea had taken a volatile turn - a sure sign of storms to come. But for the time being, the dark clouds promising torrents of rain stayed back towards the horizon line, temporarily sparing the tiny island.

Weary eyes watched the scene while weathered hands lazily scrubbed at a porcelain dish. Thankful for the windowpane before her, Vera allowed her mind to wander. The girl wished to be free - of her current life of servitude and of her past. She’d come a long way towards the latter, but still encountered shadows of her origins.

Shaking the thought away, Vera turned her attention to the dish in her hand, admiring the delicate print on the fragile piece. The set had been an heirloom, passed down to her current masters over generations. Usually something so important would have been locked away, shielded from the dangers of the world. But there had been guests over this morning - the island’s mayor had paid a visit, eliciting use of the finest tableware for his tea and scones. Vera had no idea the nature of his visit, only that she now had to take great care whilst cleaning the treasured porcelain in her hands.

“Careful there.” The deep voice of the house’s head startled the girl. He’d always made her uneasy, but she was acutely aware of being alone in the kitchen with him. A gnarled left hand rested on her shoulder whilst its matching right stretched forward into the girl’s view, grabbing the blinds and moving them to cover the window before them.

As the fabric came to rest in its new position, Vera turned to face her master. “How may I serve you, sir?” It was the well-rehearsed way she’s been instructed to address him. The words never ceased to rise bile into the back of her throat as she spoke them, even after months of service.

“I think you know.” The elder man smiled, a sinister air to his gaze, as the hand on her shoulder moved to the girl’s hip. The other hand came to spin her around, forcing her body to face him. She could feel his breath fan across her face, the scent of morning coffee invading her senses. “You’ve been avoiding me lately. Can’t imagine why.” The hand that had spun her then lowered, brushing her side before coming to rest on her ass.

Vera attempted to move away from him, only to shudder as his grip on her tightened. “Sir, please. I just want to do my work.” She pleaded with him, her gaze wide and fearful.

He sneered and pulled her body flush to his, causing the priceless dish to fall from her grasp. A shatter could be heard, the delicate porcelain spraying across the tiled floor.

“Oh no.”

The words barely escaped the man’s lips before the shrill shouts of his wife could be heard approaching the kitchen. “Stupid girl! That better not be my fine china breaking!”

Taking advantage of the panic setting into the girl, her master leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a sloppy kiss. Vera pushed at his chest, trying to escape his grip before things went any farther.

“What are you doing?!” The mistress of the house shrieked upon entering the kitchen. She stomped forward and tore the younger girl away from her husband. “Filthy whore! Out with you!” She gripped the girl by her hair and began stomping through the house, dragging her towards the front door.

***

Laughter echoed across the lawn deck of the Thousand Sunny. Currently, the crew’s doctor - Tony Tony Chopper - its sniper - God Usopp - and its captain - Monkey D. Luffy - were engaged in a game of tag.

“Hey, Nami!” A gruff voice broke through the cheerful chatter from above. A head of green hair could be seen peeking out one of the many windows which adorned the crow’s nest. “Looks like a storm’s coming!”

The orange-haired navigator looked up from the map she’d been studying, squinting her eyes toward the horizon. “Thanks, Zoro!!” She exclaimed, rising from her chair to take the helm, steering the ship towards a small island she knew laid not far to the north.

It didn’t take long before Sunny and her crew found themselves docked on a rocky shore. The island appeared home to a modest town. People bustled about, hurrying to finish their daily errands before the looming storm arrived. Some shops had already closed their doors, despite it only being roughly midday.

“We should find a place to stay for the night.” Nami stated, stretching her arms into the air. “Looks like that storm is going to be pretty rough.”

“Okay!” The rambunctious captain shouted his agreement, eager to explore the island and town before him.

Before long, the group had dispersed, excited to see what this new land had to offer. Nami sighed, exasperated at the behavior of her captain. He’d been the first to bound away, laughing as he disappeared among the villagers.

“Well, he’s certainly eager.” A calm female voice sounded to her side. “Shall we search for lodging?” Robin, the crew’s archeologist, looked at her friend with a close-eyed smile. Nami only nodded as she began walking forward.

The last pair of feet to leave the Sunny were clad in shiny dress shoes. A puff of smoke trailed after the blonde man as he looked around, grimacing as he realized that he’d be unlikely to have enough time to shop for ingredients before the storm came. Sanji always made it a point to explore an island’s unique cuisine immediately upon visiting. As a pirate, he knew his time on each new land was limited - be it by the nature of their nomadic lifestyle or by the marines that pursued them constantly - and so he wasted little time when it came to stocking the ship with new and exciting foods.

Sanji sighed, placing his hands in the pockets of his neatly pressed slacks, resigning to simply take a walk for the time being. With any luck, he’d have time to shop once the storm had passed.

***

“Filthy whore! Out with you!” An angry woman’s voice broke the cook from his thoughts as he passed a house on the outskirts of the village. His head lifted just in time to see a young woman shoved out the home’s weathered wooden door, her hair a mess. An older woman, likely in her retirement years, exited shortly after the first, shoving the younger off the small porch. “I take you in and this is how I’m repaid?! With you seducing my husband?!”

The younger girl frowned, turning to face her mistress. “I did not seduce him! He ca-” The desperate defiance in her tone was silenced with a firm slap to the girl’s face.

“As if I’d believe the word of a witch like you!” The enraged woman countered, her hand raising for another hit when a firm grip halted her wrist. Her eyes came to meet with a single crystal blue orb, its twin obscured by a curtain of yellow.

“Easy there.” As the man spoke, the scent of tobacco invaded the older woman’s senses. “What could ever provoke a beautiful woman to violence?”

Wrenching her hand away and cradling it to her chest, the woman turned up her nose to the intruder. “If you must know, I caught this witch seducing my husband. And after I had the kindness to take her off the streets!”

Saji’s cool gaze moved from the older woman to the girl she’d been speaking of. She couldn’t be much older than he was, early 20s at most. An expression of fear crossed her features as she met his eyes, holding a hand to her red cheek. If her assailant was beautiful, then the girl he looked at now was downright gorgeous. She wore a tight fitting maid’s outfit, her curves accentuated by the fabric, a small bit of cleavage visible. He sniffed, urging the blood to stay within his nose.

Sanji knew now wasn’t the time to be admiring the girl’s appearance. He’d have plenty of time to do that once things were settled here, a plan already forming in his mind. “Is this true, miss?” He addressed the young woman with a nod, removing the cigarette from his lips and stamping it out on the ground.

“N-No!” Her voice wavered as she blurted out her answer. “I was only doing my chores when he came onto me!”

“I don’t want to hear it, you liar!” The older woman had already turned and began ascending the steps to her home. “Now I see why no house can keep you more than a couple months! Homewrecking witch!” The door slammed, punctuating the accusatory statement.

When the cook finally turned his gaze away from the door, he saw that the girl was already stomping her way towards town. He sprinted to catch up to her. “For the record, I believe you.” He smiled from her left, “I’m Sanji. What’s your name?”

The girl scowled at Sanji, stopping her movements and crossing her arms. “Vera.” She stated simply, gauging the stranger before her.

Sanji only smiled wider, “And you’re a maid, I take it?” Vera only nodded. “I don’t suppose you have any place to go now. Want to come with me?” He asked, offering his elbow to her.

“Why?” Vera didn’t move as her eyes lowered to the man’s elbow.

“Well, I know it may not be your first choice, but a pirate ship is a better home than an alleyway.”

The girl’s eyes widened, but not in panic. Her features brightened as she looped her arm with Sanji’s. “If you can get me off this island, sure.”

***

“So what was the witch thing about?” Sanji asked, taking a sip of black tea, continuing to eye the menu before him. Not long after Vera had agreed to accompany him, the transponder snail in his pocket began to ring. Nami’s voice came through the snail, informing him that she’d secured a hotel for the crew to rest in for the night. Currently, the pair sat in the hotel’s restaurant, deciding to eat before introducing Vera to the other Straw Hats.

“Because I am a witch.” Vera’s eyes didn’t leave the paper menu as she spoke matter of factly. In truth, she was terrified of what the man might think or say of her admission. More often than not, her identity was met with distrust. Couple that with her wrongful reputation for seducing men with her magic, and you had the perfect recipe for a social outcast.

What came from Sanji next came as a surprise. “What kind of magic can you do?” His expression was enthusiastic, the menu now forgotten on the table as his full attention was now directed toward his companion.

Vera only shrugged. “Not a ton. I don’t get much time to practice since I’m usually forbidden from using it in the houses I work for.” Her face fell in a frown for a brief moment before rising again in a smile. “I can show you something if you’d like.”

Sanj only nodded enthusiastically, waiting with bated breath to see what spell the girl would perform.

Vera fidgeted slightly in her seat, suddenly nervous. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had been excited to see her magic. She was out of practice, and knew anything she could do would only serve to disappoint.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, she lifted her right hand so her palm faced upright, her elbow bent. With closed eyes, she muttered something too soft for Sanji to hear. Suddenly, a book appeared in her open hand. The tome was thick, its pages yellowed with time and its purple cover faded. Despite its apparent age and wear, the book seemed to glow softly, air swirling around it.

Sanji’s mouth fell open in amazement. In truth, he hadn’t fully believed that Vera could be a witch. He didn’t think witches were real - just something made up for parents to scare their children into behaving. He knew about devil fruit and Haki, but not outright magic. “Wow.”

Vera blushed, about to say something to the effect of the spell being nothing impressive, when a deep cough interrupted her thoughts. A waiter stood before the pair, scowling in disapproval at the display of power before him. “Your order?” He asked, tone dismissive.

“The house special, please.” She spoke weakly, fear lacing into her words. Sanji’s order followed her but she didn’t catch what it was, only vaguely aware that he was speaking. How could she have let herself fall into such an obvious trap? She knew her magic was bad. That witches weren’t to be trusted. And yet she’d let a complete stranger talk her into using her powers openly. And in a public space, no less!

“Hey.” A soft hand came to rest on her left as the book she’d summoned disappeared, vanishing as if it had never been there to begin with. “You’re okay.” Sanji’s soothing voice cut through her darkening thoughts as if he could read her mind.

She looked up and saw that he was still smiling at her. “Most people don’t like witches.” She spoke weakly, afraid that her very breath would cause the man to blow away.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not most people.”

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