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Bro how would they react if they found out u got pregnant? Cuz yk their pirates and stuff so what would they do? U can do whoever but ik i want shanks, zoro, and mihawk you can do other people or not do the ones or dont do this at all👍 i want i jus want you to be comfortable writing this if you want to write it at all😭

I enjoyed writing this SO MUCH, thank you for the request!!

I just did Zoro, Shanks, and Mihawk for now. May end up doing one for Sanji and Buggy as well if anyone wants, but since I ended up writing these as little short stories instead of headcanons, I just decided to focus on those three this time.

Shanks is already such a dad honestly I lub him <3

So here we gooooo

Whoops

OPLA! Zoro, Shanks, Mihawk x AFAB!Reader

SFW, so fluffy I'm suffocating

Wordcount: 4.6k

No warnings, I think?

Zoro

It took you some time to dredge up the nerve to tell him. It was just a one night stand, after all. A lot of alcohol involved, nothing special. Sure, maybe you’d had a crush on him for a while, but that was in no way relevant. The incorrigible amount of liquor you had consumed had more than done the trick of acting as liquid courage, given you had awoken the next morning in his hammock, both of you stark naked, just a hungover tangle of limbs with no real memory of anything past making out on the quarterdeck while everyone else was staying the night in town.

That had been awkward enough—your eyes locking as you both stirred awake, your face turning beet reed as you scrambled off the green-haired swordsman and quickly threw on enough of your clothes to be able to safely escape, him speaking up behind you as you hurriedly dressed yourself.

“Did we—uh—”

“No idea,” had been your quick, curt response, making sure you didn’t turn around and meet his eye again. “Bye.”

“Wh—? Wait a minute—”

But you had already been out the door. You spent the following days, the following weeks avoiding being alone with the first mate of the Strawhats under any circumstance, avoiding any situation where you might have to actually talk about what had happened between the two of you.

But now you had to talk.

Middle of the night, with everyone else safely asleep so they couldn’t overhear, you stood over him as he lay asleep himself in that same hammock. You stood there for a long, tense moment, arms crossed tight over your stomach, tapping your foot lightly as you looked down at Zoro, deliberating over whether you really had the guts to go through with this.

You decide you have no choice, and you nudge his arm. “Wake up,” you say quietly.

He snores in response.

You sigh to yourself, and nudge his shoulder a little harder, say it again a little more forcefully. “Wake up, come on—”

He gives a small growl of protest at that, rolling his shoulders and stretching his toned arms out behind his head, before tucking one hand under his neck. He squints at you in the small, dark cabin, blinking slowly. The groggy, astonished sort of manner in which he mumbles your name makes your heart skip for a moment.

“Wha…?” He glances past you toward the cabin door, toward the darkness outside on the deck, and asks, “What time is it?”

“Two in the morning.” He quirks an eyebrow as you toe the wooden floor, staring off to the side, biting your lip. “We…need to talk.”

“At…two in the morning,” he repeats slowly. You hum in affirmation and give a small nod, already feeling your face starting to heat up—and you hear him sigh.

Then his hand is around your forearm, and you’re gasping out in alarm as he pulls you down across his chest until your eyes are level with his, your foreheads nearly touching.

His hand slips further up your arm, up your shoulder, back behind your neck, and your blush only grows hotter as he gives you a smirk. “Don’t think there’s really much to talk about.”

And he pulls you down, seizing your lips with his own.

Your brain all but short-circuits. You can barely remember how to breathe as your thoughts whirl. He kissed you. There isn’t a drop of alcohol involved this time, and he still kissed you.

Don’t think there’s really much to talk about.

Maybe that crush of yours was more mutual than you thought it was.

Your eyes flutter shut as you melt against him and return the kiss with a slow sigh, forgetting for a moment what you were doing here in the first place, your tongues meeting and swirling together, his hand drifting down your back, curling around the hem of your shirt and tugging at it and—

And this was exactly how you got into your present predicament in the first place. You tear your lips away from his and sit up at the edge of the hammock, flinching. “No, we…” You glance over your shoulder at him, briefly meeting his eyes as he stares up at you cautiously. “We do need to talk, I…” You swallow, and decide to just rip off the bandage, just say it. “I’m late.”

He’s silent for several seconds, and as you sit there, inwardly panicking, dreading his reaction, he finally speaks up.

“What the hell could you be late for at two in the morning?”

“What—no, I—” you sputter, jerking your head to look over your shoulder at him, sharing his stare of bafflement, as you realized he had no idea what you meant. “I…my period. I—is two weeks late.”

His brow furrows for a moment as that sinks in.

And his eyes slowly widen, and you look quickly away, flinching again, hanging your head.

“O…oh.” He sits up himself, swinging his legs over the side of the hammock to sit next to you, exhaling a slow sigh. “Shit.”

“Mmhmm,” you reply in a weak sort of hum, practically a whimper, watching him run a hand back through his hair from the corner of your eye, his eyes wide, unblinking, glued to the doorframe.

“I…guess it’s a good thing we’ve got a doctor now.” You glance over at him, swallowing nervously as he gives a small, breathless laugh, waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for him to be upset about it, even angry. It was just a stupid, drunken one night stand, after all.

Wasn’t it?

Not really much to talk about. His words ring in your head as you watch him fall back across the width of the hammock with another laugh, resting a hand over his eyes. He said it right before he kissed you, sober this time, as if maybe…there was more to it than just an alcohol-fueled one off fling.

“Y…you’re not upset?” you ask carefully, looking down at him.

“Nah,” he says, laughing a little again. He lowers his hand down to rest over his abs, meeting your eyes with a little bit of a grin. “I mean, it is kinda my fault.”

“It takes two,” you point out, frowning.

“Yeah, but you were drunk.”

“We both were.”

“You were really drunk.” You purse your lips and shove at his ribs as he laughs again, sitting back up. He drapes his arm around your shoulders, sighing and shaking his head. “Shit.”

“Shit,” you agree, nodding. “I guess…we talk to Chopper in the morning and…figure things out from there?”

“Yeah. Guess so.” You’re both quiet for a long moment, staring out toward the darkened deck. “You know…” You glance over when he sighs slowly again. “This crew’s…pretty much the closest thing I’ve ever had to family. That most of us have had, probably. Whatever happens with…this—we’ll all have each other’s backs.”

He isn’t at all wrong, and the thought is enough of a comfort to bring a slow sigh of relief from you as well, a small smile to your lips. You shift a little closer and rest your temple at his shoulder, your hand over his, your eyes slipping shut.

“Anyway.,,” Your eyes open when he speaks, and without warning he pushes you back down into the hammock, pressing his lips to yours—and your eyes flutter shut again as his tongue brushes your bottom lip amid the slow, playful kiss.

“Wait—” You draw back from it just as abruptly as you were drawn into it, lifting an eyebrow, fighting a smirk. “Isn’t this sort of what got us into this situation to begin with?”

“Yeah,” he says, lowering himself down to his elbow. He smirks as well, his hand resting at the crown of your hair. “But it’s not like you can get any more pregnant.”

You can’t help but giggle at that, hooking your arm around his neck and shaking your head, smiling. “Fair enough,” you agree, and lift your head to press your lips to his again.

Shanks

It all started three weeks ago, when you first missed your cycle. Your paranoia and anxiety that it could mean that, meant you had stopped drinking entirely. Shanks had been too busy to pick up on it, or simply as carefree and oblivious as ever.

But this morning you had awoken early, perhaps earlier than anyone else on the ship. You checked the position of the log posse and adjusted the course accordingly until it was pointing straight ahead again—and that was when you realized, by the sound of a match striking behind you, that you weren’t the first person awake—and someone had noticed the cessation of your drinking with the rest of the crew.

And almost the moment Benn Beckman confronted you about it, you blabbed your worries to the first mate, and you were fairly sure he nearly swallowed his cigarette.

“You’re what?”

You had joined the Red Hair pirates as a navigator around eight months ago, and had quickly fallen for the charming captain. There was no real agreement that there was anything more between the two of you than casual sex and flirting, nothing exclusive; but it hadn’t escaped anyone’s notice that the two of you were spending more and more time together, and that from an outsider’s point of view it looked a lot more like romance than anything casual.

But you were dead terrified that this news would ruin everything.

Beck just shook his head, grabbed you by the shoulder like a misbehaving child as you ranted, and walked you toward the door to the captain’s cabin. He opened it, and gestured at you to get in.

“You don’t come back out until you tell him,” he said, and you flinched at his stern tone. “Got it?”

“Got it…” you sighed wearily, hanging your head as you entered and shut the door lightly behind you. You had the idle hope that Shanks might be asleep as you entered but now, standing in the doorway, you can see clearly that he isn’t. He’s sitting up against the headboard of his bed—the same bed that you’ve been sharing every night for at least six months—and squinting at a map in the dim light of the lantern hanging from one of the bedposts, wearing an unbuttoned white shirt and black boxers. He looks up from it mid-yawn, and waves at you, nodding at the empty side of the bed to his right.

“You’re up awfully early,” he comments as you kick off your boots and climb into bed next to him.

“Just checking the course,” you say as he hands the map off to you—an old treasure map that you found helping clean out his rather cluttered desk a few weeks ago. “Any breakthroughs?”

“That.” He indicates a crude sketch of what appeared to be a statue. “It’s in Arabasta.”

“You’re sure?” you ask, looking over at him, and he nods slowly. “Oh, great. That’s…”

“Crocodile’s territory,” he says, as you let out a sigh that mirrors his own mildly dejected tone. “If we dock there we’ll be up to our tits in his Baroque Works wackjobs. Not that they’d pose us much of a threat, but…balance of power and all that.” He sighs himself, grabbing the map away from you again and tossing it off the side of the bed, where it flutters slowly to the floor a few feet away. “Not to mention it looks like it’s out in the middle of the desert somewhere. Not worth the time.”

“I guess not,” you say, frowning as you watch him sink back into the bed, his eyes slipping shut, unbothered by what might have been a disappointment to almost anyone else. He hadn’t mentioned the map to anyone else except for you and Beck, had kept it otherwise entirely to himself in case it did turn out to be a bust. Nothing ever really seemed to get under his skin.

You close your eyes for a long moment, bracing yourself. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t get under his skin either. Just as you open your mouth to speak, however, he speaks up himself.

“Now, something that’s much more worth my time…”

“Oh—!” You let out a small cry of alarm as he tugs you down suddenly to lie with him, and he shifts so he’s facing you, his forehead resting lightly against yours, his hand creeping slowly up your stomach to where the lapels of your shirt are tied shut, grinning wickedly.

“…is the beautiful woman in my bed who is, frankly, wearing far too many clothes.”

You can’t help but giggle a little as he sets straight to attacking your neck, his lips trailing down the column of your throat as he deftly works the knot loose, lightly nipping at your collarbone as he shifts you onto your back and brushes the lapels of your shirt open. Maybe you could drop it for now, just for now, you think disjointedly, your eyes slipping shut as his fingertips brush over one of the cups of your bra. Just until…

No. No, if you put it off again, you’re just going to keep putting it off.

“No—wait—” You grab his hand, pulling it away, and he lifts his head, raising his eyebrows in puzzlement. You swallow, glancing away for a moment before returning your gaze to meet his. “We…need to talk about something,” you say quietly.

The confusion in his eyes quickly shifts to concern at your hesitant tone, and he slowly lifts himself away from you, sitting up on his knees. “Alright,” he says, just as slowly, just as cautiously, looking at you as if you’re a ticking time bomb about to go off at any second. “What exactly is it that we—”

“I’m pregnant.”

You just blurt it out, before you can stop yourself, so suddenly that Shanks stops mid-sentence with his mouth hanging open. His eyes widen to saucers as he gawks at you, and he blinks rapidly a few times. “B—be—beg pardon?” he stammers.

You just swallow nervously and nod—you know he heard you. He draws in a deep breath, shoulders going limp, and lets it out after a moment as a tremendous sigh, running his hand back through his hair.

It was rare, if ever, that you had seen your carefree captain in an outright panic, but seconds later he was on his feet, pacing back and forth across the cabin, his hand curled over his mouth. You sit up as well, alternating between glancing at him and staring down at your knees, your stomach tied in knots. You’re sure that this is it, this is the end, this is your final stint sailing with the Red Hair pirates. A ship is no place for a child, after all, for a baby, for a woman with child—

He stops pacing suddenly, his hand slipping down to his chin. “Midwife. We’re going to need—that’s what they’re called, isn’t it?” You lift your head, staring at him in mild alarm as he resumes pacing, now rambling aloud. “We’ll need a midwife, I hardly think Hongo’s qualified—might know someone who is, but…” He shakes his head. “Still probably a good idea for you to talk to—have you?” he asks, stopping to look over at you, and you shake your head rapidly. The only inkling you have that you are pregnant is that you’ve gone well over a month without a period; you had been far too scared to talk with the ship’s doctor about the concern, afraid that he would go straight to Shanks and you would be shoved straight off the ship at the next populated port.

“We’ll need to set that up immediately,” he half-mumbles, and resumes pacing again. “How far along do you think you are?”

“I—er—” Your head is absolutely spinning. “M…maybe eight weeks?”

“Eight? That’s two months, tha—that means there’s only seven more, we’ll need—everything, crib, clothes, probably a rocking chair…”

You listen in growing astonishment as he rapidly lists off everything, already planning far more than you had even thought to, not even the slightest bit upset. He seems almost…excited. You swallow, exhaling a slow, shaking breath, your eyes burning a little as relief floods through you.

“…diapers—” He stops in his tracks again, lowering his hand from his chin and looking at it, frowning. “How am I supposed to change a diaper with one ha—”

He looks over sharply when a small sob escapes you before you can lift your hand to muffle it. You lower your head, closing your eyes tightly, gripping at the edge of the bed as that overwhelming flood of emotion becomes too much to contain.

“Oh—sweetheart…no, no no…” You hear him sigh, his footsteps quickly crossing the room. The bed sinks beside you as he sits down and wraps his arm around you, pulling you tight against his chest and resting his hand near the nape of your neck. “It’s alright, love,” he murmurs gently, combing his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It’s alright, we can handle this, okay?”

“I—I thought—” Your breath hitches as you turn your head so your cheek is pressed against his shoulder. “I thought you’d be mad,” you force out. “Th—that I’d—I’d have to leave and—and—”

He tightens his hold around your back, letting out a few soft chuckles and shaking his head. “That’s an absolutely ridiculous thing to think,” he tells you.

“It…didn’t seem ridiculous to me,” you say quietly, your voice choked.

“Well, it is,” he assures you again. “I don’t—look, love.” He shifts his hand from the nape of your neck to your cheek, lifting your head and pressing his forehead against yours. His thumb wipes away the tears streaming down your face, and he smiles warmly. “I don’t want you anywhere but right here. With me. Okay?” Your breaths leaves you in a trembling sigh at the sincerity in his soft tone, the softness in his brown eyes as he gazes into yours. You swallow, and nod quickly, closing your eyes for a long moment.

You draw in a sharp breath in surprise when you feel his lips press lightly against yours in a slow, tender kiss that eases almost all of your tension away in an instant. one of your hands slipping from your lap to rest against his knee as your lips just barely part.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and the knots in your stomach are gone as he lowers his hand to rest it there, smiling. “And we can handle this.”

“I…I love you too,” you whisper, and his smile only broadens at that.

He kisses you again, more firmly this time, before standing suddenly from the bed.

Before you can fully register what’s happening, he’s already heading out the door of the cabin and out onto the quarterdeck, calling out loudly, “Lads, I have an anno—where is everyone?”

You hear Beck scoff from somewhere nearby. “It’s four in the damn morning,” he says. “Probably sleeping.”

“Ah. Right.” A brief pause, and then Shanks goes on, so happily you can practically hear him grinning, “I’m going to be a dad.”

“Yeah,” says Beck. “Congratulations. Now maybe go put on some damned pants.”

“…Right.”

Mihawk

You already know he isn’t going to be happy. After your first missed period, you mentioned children. Merely in passing.

And he had immediately expressed his gratitude that there would never be any of the vile creatures roaming the halls of his castle.

Another three weeks, and you don’t have a choice but to bring it up. You’re losing sleep over it and he’s noticed, because of course he’s noticed. Mihawk doesn’t seem to miss anything, where you’re concerned—except perhaps this, which he seems to have not one single suspicion of.

You lay back on a plush sofa in one of the dens, your head resting in his lap as he sips a cup of coffee and flips through the newspaper, your eyes barely open. All you want to do is sleep. You’ve barely slept in a damned week, his words haunting you every time you do, his potential reaction to this upheaval of the peaceful existence you have both lived at his castle for the past several months.

“It’s likely because you’ve stopped having a glass of wine before bed,” he says, and you sigh to yourself. You had outright lied on that account, told him that for no reason you could discern you were suddenly getting horrible headaches any time you consumed even a drop of alcohol. “It’s been almost two months, you could try again.”

“N…no,” you say. “I can’t.”

He lifts the newspaper and glances down at you, lifting his eyebrows—waiting for you to elaborate. It’s now or never. You pull yourself up, drawing up every ounce of resolve in your body to meet his eyes as he looks at you in growing perplexity, his sharp eyes darting briefly down from your gaze as you bite your bottom lip lightly.

“I…can’t because…” You’re already feeling lightheaded, already reeling from the threat of what may come to pass. “Because I’m pregnant.”

His eyes remain locked onto yours for several tense seconds. He slowly folds down his newspaper and sets it aside on the end table. Slowly, gently as if you’re made of porcelain, he moves a hand down to your shoulder and lightly pushes you up into a sitting position. He opens his mouth, lifting his hand as if about to speak…and closes it again.

He tries once more, and words seem to fail him yet again.

And then he stands from the couch abruptly, without a word, and strides out of the room.

You’re fairly sure you know where he’s headed. You pull in a slow, deep breath, steeling your nerves to the best of your ability, before your rise to follow him. Surely enough, as you expected, you find him in the kitchen, pulling the cork out of a half-full bottle of wine. He glances briefly over his shoulder as you enter.

“How did this happen?” His tone is level, but you notice how he fills his wine glass nearly to the rim.

“Well, you see, when a man and a woman—” The glare he levels upon you shares none of your attempted humor, so you just sigh, leaning back against the kitchen island and crossing your arms. “Probably after that warlord meeting a couple months ago?”

“…Ah.”

That’s all he says on that matter—there isn’t much else to say. Whatever had happened at the meeting was a mystery to you, but it evidently had gone very poorly and been an absolute waste of his time, as he had returned to Kuraigana Island that evening in a bit of a foul mood and set immediately to downing two and a half bottles of wine. You had joined him in the endeavor, and the rest of the night was more than a bit of a blur. You only really knew that you both woke up on a couch rather than your bed the following morning, that you yourself could barely walk from the stiffness in your thighs, and that you had both bickered lightly through your shared hangover about who was going to get up to make coffee, before both giving up and going back to sleep for more than half the day.

“Well. This is…”

He doesn’t seem to be quite sure what it is, so he takes a sip from his overfull wine glass instead, leaning back against the counter opposite you, staring at the wall but clearly not actually seeing it. His eyes are far away, unfocused.

“…unexpected,” he finishes finally.

And takes another sip of wine.

“Mmhmm,” you hum in agreement, both your hands gripping at the counter behind you. You pull yourself up to sit there, your gaze glued to him, carefully studying his face for any sign of emotion, any reaction, but there’s nothing—just that blank, miles away stare. “S…so…what do you…what should we…” His eyes shift over to you, but only briefly, before shifting down to his wine glass.

“I…” He cringes slightly before going on, as if the admission physically pains him, “…don’t know.”

You know there are two things that Mihawk hates above all else in life—unexpected news, and a lack of control. Right now, experiencing both at once in tremendous measure, you can almost see the thin thread of his patience beginning to fray, and you aren’t sure what might happen when it breaks.

You swallow nervously, lowering your eyes when his gaze shifts over to you again.

You hear him sigh in resignation.

“We’ll need to find a doctor immediately to be sure,” he says curtly, and you give a stiff nod in agreement, glancing up at him. He’s staring down at his wine glass again, and continues to do so in silence for several long, tense seconds.

“You’re angry,” you say quietly. He sighs again, shaking his head, and sets the glass on the counter behind him. Your eyes fall to your knees once more as he crosses the kitchen toward you, and shift over to your hand when he rests his over it.

“Not with you,” he says lightly. There’s something different about his tone, but it isn’t anger. It almost frightens you more when you recognize it as uncertainty. You’ve never seen him uncertain about anything.

He pulls your hand lightly, and you slip off of the counter and onto your feet, sighing slowly yourself as he tugs you back against him, his arm curling around your waist. He brushes your hair behind your ear, behind your shoulder, and your eyes slip shut as his lips graze your neck. “I’m not sure if I possess the skillset necessary to be a very…adept parent,” he murmurs.

You can’t help but chuckle a little at that, relaxing back against him as his lips brush your neck again, a silent reassurance that he genuinely isn’t upset with you. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.” You rest one of your hands over his at your waist; and you bring your other up, curling your fingers in his hair near his temple. “I can hear it now,” you say airily, smirking a little, and you go on in a mimicry of his dry, deadpan tone, “’Now, now, we’ve already established Daddy’s cross necklace is not a toy.” You giggle at his irritated sigh, as he pulls his arm tighter around your waist.

“Then again,” he says, “I do have to deal with you being a brat every day and I’ve yet to murder you.”

“See?” You pat his cheek lightly, and he grabs your hand to stop you. “Good practice.” You lean to the side a bit and turn your head, smirking at the wry look he gives you, and pressing your lips to his lightly for a moment. He exhales a slow sigh as your lips part, tilting his head forward until your foreheads touch. “We’ll figure it out,” you murmur softly.

“Yes…” His fingers lace through yours. “I suppose we will.”

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squirrelbait02 · 6 months

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Roronoa Zoro would instantly fall in love with Y/n if...

♡ Warning : mention of violence.

♡ She rips some see monster's head off with bare hands to protect Usopp and Nami.

♡ She chokes some marines with her tights while her arms are tied up in her back.

♡ They escape death from a thread and she laughs "Damn, that was close. Let's do it again!"

♡ She can't handle booze but never refuses drinking games and passes out on his lap

♡ She pins him down so Chopper can bandage him properly and would poke his injuries to humble him. "Go back to sleep you freak"

♡ She grabs him by the belt without a word everytime is about to wander in the wrong direction

♡ She blindly trust him on the battlefield.

Needless to say... All of the above are huge turns on as well. But thats a story for another time... (￢‿￢ )

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squirrelbait02 · 6 months

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📂Op men + them being needy

Featuring: monster trio

Warning: Suggestive, NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, english isn’t my first language

Important: Pls read my navigation before sending/commenting asks. I would love to do them, but some of y’all don’t spend two seconds trynna make sure ur ask is fine with me first 🫶🏻

Note: Y’all voted for that one and ngl i wanted to write this one, so we all share the same slutty mind. Also thank you for 100 followers 🫶🏻lm super glad that y’all are enjoying my writing💕 This took sm more time than I thought it would. Ima make a separate one for Ace whenever I have time 😭

Luffy

Luffy was laying down on his bed as you were not too far from him trying out some make up in the mirror facing his bed. He had insisted to nap with you next to him, so he had his long arm stretched around your waist lazily as you were dolling yourself up.

You hear him stir awake from his sleep as he groans and yawns loudly.

-What time is it?

He drags in a sleepy tone as he rolls to the side still covered by the sheets.

-Mmm, you only slept for an hour. You can go back to sleep baby.

You answer him as you take a quick look at your watch. You knew how he loves to sleep after he ate and especially if there isn’t much to do.

-It’s hard when you aren’t laying down next to me, I like to hug you close to mee.

He whines a little. You see him rub his eyes and softly sit between his messy sheets through the reflection of your mirror.

-I’m sorry baby, I will come later when I’m done, okay ?

You say softly as you apply a new colour of your eyeshadow palette on your eyelid. He gets closer to you, now sitting not too far behind you. His pretty dark eyes shift between your products and your face.

- What’s this, it shines~

He asks curious while pointing at your highlighter. You chuckle and open it to swipe some on the tip of your finger. You thought it would be a fun time to mess a little with him, so you swap some on top of your boob to show him. You smirk and point at your breast, showing him that it make your skin shine, when applied.

-it’s to make your skin shine, you simplify it to him.

His eyes looks down and stare at your chest. His arms unwrap from your body and with his finger he touches your skin to see if it stains his finger too and it does a little.

-Waaaw, amazing! That’s so cool

You nod with a smile and a comfortable silence falls between you two. He watches you apply your eyeshadow using multiple techniques. He let his chin rest on your shoulder and his expression gets a bit serious. He stares at you through the mirror.

-Y/n ?

-Mmm?

-I’m hard, let’s fuck.

You choke a little at his sudden straightforwardness. You take few seconds to take in what he just said, before throwing a look behind your shoulder to stare at your suddenly needy boyfriend.

-Luffy… just how ?

You ask defeated. He has the habit to get hard so randomly, not that you complained because sex with him was always more than satisfying. Though, It was just somewhat inconvenient when you were already doing something.

-I can just jerk off while you finish off, he propose seeing your unsure expression. The way he said that was so laid back that it made you giggle a little. Doesn’t he know the effect he has on you??You smile fondly at him, but letting him do that would be more torture than anything else.

-Or you can cockwarm me while you finish off like we did last time.

The “last time” he was referring to, ended by you two fucking with your undone hair. You shake your head, you couldn’t say no to him. It was always tempting to have him inside of you.

He kisses the crook of your neck, dragging your name in a groan taunting you to give him an answer.

-I like the last idea more, you finally reply with a shy smile. You gaze at him through the mirror and you see him grin.

-Alright !

You stand up to throw away your panty on his bed as he stroke his dick few times before you sat on it. You both left a moan as the contact was made. You were never used at the deepness he could reach. Your legs weakly fixed your position on his laps.

-Is it okay ?

He asks making sure you were comfortable. You nod as you gaze back at him. He pecks your cheek, his brown hair slightly tickling you, before leaning his body back, now supported by his arms. The view you have is just so delicious, you are about to give up any plans your had on finishing your make up.

-Luffy, you are making this so hard for me I swear.

You let out shakily under your breath, because he clearly couldn’t stay completely still.

He laughs as he approaches his body to yours, his warm breath brushing on your neck, his eyes looks at you with excitement.

-Can I play with your boobs ?

-Luffy…

You whine almost pleading him to be kind to you and let you do your make up without so much distraction. No way you are going to hold back with him touching you like that.

-Pleaseee

-Ugh… fuck it.

I need to write a whole mirror fucking fic with him now🧎🏻‍♀️

Zoro

Zoro is going out of his mind. His usual cool and collected image is crumbling every time he breaths. His eye stare at your figure with a burning gaze. He wants you so badly right now, but it was lowkey hurting his ego to tell you directly how he felt (he’s in fact too shy, but he would never admit that to himself.)

You definitely noticed his behaviour during the day, when he let his hand rest a little too long on your ass when you hugged him or when he kept taking glances at your boobs peeking from the low cut of your shirt.

You didn’t want to give it to him so easily without him openly saying that he wanted you. It was no fun otherwise. So you teased him all day, acting all clueless to his advances. It was until he snapped and pulled you into his room late in the afternoon.

-You have been so fucking annoying all day. You really enjoy acting all dumb when you want to.

-I dont know what you are talking about?

You reply with an innocent stare as you unconsciously bite your lips quickly and look up to him. He groans as he climbs on top of you on the bed, his large and strong body towering you was already enough to make your head dizzy. He leans his face few inches in front of yours. Your nose filled up with the scent of his cologne.

-You want to keep playing this ?

- Admit it.

-Admit what ?

He gulps with furrowed eyebrows. You smirk and wrap your arms around his neck. You pull the green haired man closer teasing the proximity of your lips to his.

-Admit that you want me.

You whisper with the same smile glued to your lips. Zoro eye slightly widen but he presses his lips on yours without adding another word, but you are fast to push him away by pressing upward your hands on his chest.

-Come on, baby~ You can’t even admit something so little ?

You pout as you knew his competitive ass wouldn’t take it and he would eventually get frustrated, and maybe give up.

-I will treat you so well if you do, I just need to hear it~

You continue hoping it would cheer your shy boyfriend to speak the words. You know he’s not the best with expressing his emotions, but god it felt good to see him all tensed because he wanted to fuck you so badly. You travel your fingers up his neck, brushing fading hickeys you left on him few days ago.

You see him sigh as he straightens his upper body. You give him a confused look for a moment, but it disappears when his lips curve into his familiar smirk.

He let his body fall next to you and you feel his strong arm slide under your waist. He pulls you against him and with his other arms, he props your body on top of his. You sit not too far from his hips area. He places his hands on each side of your hips and he gives a light spank on your ass earning a small surprised moan from you.

-What are you doing? I thought I was clear babe.

You say while crossing your arms under your chest. He chuckles and push your hips on top of his bulge. You could feel he was starting to get hard.

-I want you, so be good now and ride me.

You smile happy to hear it finally from him, but he still found a way to make it an order, so it earned a small giggle from you.

-What’s funny?

-Nothing. I said I will treat you right, so let me take care of you.

You said while going down on him. You pulled down his pants to reveal his half hard dick. You took it in your hand and with your thumb you spread the precum all over his tip while giving it few strokes with your other hand. You give few licks to tease him a little, but you shortly after wrap your plump lips around his cock. He hiss as his fingers brush away the hair in front of your eyes that was blocking his view.

-Fuck, just like that

He groans as he places his hand on top of your head trying to make you take more of his length. You let him do as he wishes, as you wanted tonight to be focused on him. He pushes his cock until it was deep enough into your throat that it was painfully hitting the back of it. Tears were starting to form into your eyes as you look up at him. He leaves a low moan and let his head fall behind as he give a lazy thrust into your mouth. He let go of your head not trying to hurt you and you take that chance to remove it from your mouth and breath.

-Shit, you’re so big

You pant with a heavy breath as you stroke his dick up and down using your spit. He smirk at your compliment and you don’t let him reply as you dive his cock into your mouth once again, sucking harshly getting a loud groan out of his mouth.

You torture his dick like this for few minutes as you take him deeply into your throat and suck harshly on his dick by also teasing his slit with your tongue. He was a moaning mess and honestly it’s been a while since you saw him so vocal about the pleasure he was feeling, that it was soaking your panties.

You stroke him with both of your hands as your mouth was sucking his tip and with the help of few thrust, he came into your mouth. You swallowed everything with a funny face and flashed your tongue at him so he could see. You then removed your shorts and panties along with your top, leaving you naked on top of him.

-I should let you suck me off like this more often.

-Yeah, well if I didn’t have to beg all the time to have your cock, I would suck you even upside down.

You retort as you position yourself on top of his dick, ready to slide him in you. Zoro roll his eye at your comment, but he grabs your thighs tightly, anticipating the feeling of your pussy around his cock.

You chuckle seeing him waiting for you to put it inside of you, in silence. You lean and give him a peck on his forehead with a soft smile. Your boyfriends cheeks blushed as he gives you a bit of a “wtf” stare.

-So eager, are we baby?

Sanji

Sanji was smoking outside as his body was leaning against the railing of the ship. His fluffy blond hair brushed by the cold breeze of the early night. His gaze seems lost in a trail of thoughts that only him will know about. You smile to yourself when you finally find your boyfriend.

« It’s a cold night, but lucky me I have someone to cuddle to keep me warm » you say, startling him a little.

He smiles as he recognizes your voice immediately. Sanji doesn’t hide the way his eyes enjoy savouring the view of your body in this little black silk dress. It was his favourite. The dress is so short that he could just bend you over the rail and he would not only have a great view of your pussy, but he could also easily take you there.

Why was it so easy for you to drive him crazy ? Just you being such an effortlessly beautiful women was enough to make his thoughts foggy. It wasn’t too fair for his heart and his dick.

-You are going to catch a cold, my love. Come here.

He finally replies while opening his arms. You rush a little into his embrace, loving the way his body’s warmth and the mix of his cologne and the cigarette’s smog fill your nose and senses. He presses his body against yours and you let the back of your head rest on his chest. He wraps his arms around your shoulders after throwing his cigarette in the ocean.

-How did you find tonight’s dinner, chérie?

-It was delicious as always darling.

You whisper enjoying the tranquility on the boat for once. Sanji hums in response as he let his hairy chin slightly tickle your neck. His lips brush your ear as his warm breath tickles your neck.

-You know you make me a mad man when you wear this.

-Do I?

You answer with a chuckle honestly forgetting how your boyfriend had a particular liking in this night dress. He loves everything you wear anyways so for you it didn’t change much, but as he presses his dick on your lower back, you kinda get what he’s leading to.

You feel his lips move to your neck where he presses them, where he sucks and bites your skin, leaving proof of his love on it.

-I wouldn’t mind dessert at this hour

He mumbles as his arms find a rest now on your breast. He presses his hips closer to your body and you do him the grace of slightly grinding your ass against his bulge.

-What do you mean?

You ask him playing dumb. It was so fun to tease Sanji. He was always so enthusiastic whenever something concerned you.

-I want to fuck you, darling

He continues as his unwrap your body from his arms. His fingers slide down your waist to tease the hem of your short dress. He let them wonder beneath it, feeling the softness of your ass. A gasp left your mouth when his cold fingers press against your clothed core.

-I could just bend you over this rail and fuck you so good, hmm?

He pushes his digits under your panty and let his fingers get coated of your juices before letting them slide upward where he pinches your clit. A moan leaves your throat loudly and you quickly bite your lips to stop any more sounds to come out.

You two could honestly get caught at any moment that someone decides to exit their room, but the thought itself made you even more wet.

-S-sanji, we could get caught..

-I know, but I can’t help myself when you look this good. I want you so badly that I don’t care about the rest.

He retorts with a heavy sigh as he continues to play with clit. He then opt to dive one of his long fingers inside of you, catching you off guard. You try your best to keep any sounds in, but he was making it so hard for you when he was moving so fast.

-Fuck, Sanji. Please fuck me.

You whine as your body naturally leans on the rail. Sanji other hand pushes your lower back to create a curve that earn a groan from his mouth.

Your boyfriend closes the distance pushing now a second finger deeper inside of you. His pace is fast and precise, trying his best to listen to the way your body react to the spot he touches inside of you. Sanji does still keep an eye out in case someone catches you two though..

Hitting all the right spots and playing with your clits with his other hand, you feel your climax approaching. With a last thrust of his finger and some dirty word whispered, you cum all over his fingers, staining his black pants a little.

-You’re insane..

You let out as you try to catch your breath. He smirks and give you a back hug, leaving plenty of kisses on your necks and collarbone.

-let’s go back to our room, so you take care of me~

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squirrelbait02 · 6 months

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One Piece Men + Reader touching their thigh and saying “I’m Hungry”

TW: Slight Voyeurism, NSFW.

A/N: First attempt at smut,,, screaming ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა

Zoro:

You did it while he was working out up in the Crow’s Nest. You walk up to him, with Zoro barely noticing your arrival as he focuses on his 495th rep of overhead presses. You place your hand on his knee, caressing your way up to his thigh, sneaking a finger under his waistband. Zoro’s breath hitches when you do so. “What do you want, woman?” He grunts out, continuing his reps. You keep your hand still as you sigh out, “I’m hungry, Zoro.” Zoro sends a look your way, sweat dripping down his forehead. “And? What the hell do you want me to do about it? Go see that shitty cook if you’re hungry.” You roll your eyes and dip your finger into his gym shorts more, pulling down the waistband slightly to reveal a bit of green turf. “Are you sure you want me to go to Sanji for this?” Zoro sucks on his teeth at your response and throws away the dumbbells in his hands; they make a loud crashing noise when they land on the floor. Still lying on his back, Zoro grabs your hand and pulls you onto him. His bulge is ever so present between your thighs. He bucks up his hips while grabbing your plush thighs now, his fingers sinking in harshly. You moan a bit. “Zo-Zoro… what if people come up here because they heard the crash?” “Hah…? Thought you were hungry? It’s too late to turn back now, sweetheart.” He smirks when your thighs tremble at the nickname. “I’m going to make you regret coming up here.”

Sanji:

He was preparing to make dinner when you sneaked up behind him. He turns around to give you quick kisses on the forehead. “Hello Princess.” He murmurs between kisses before turning around again and returning to the cutting board. “I’m just chopping up some vegetables right now, but did you need something for me?” You hugged his side, one arm around his waist and the other on his thigh, Sanji froze mid cut. “I’m Hungry.” You stuck out your bottom lip in a big pout. “Y/N-sw-swan, I can, ahem, make you a quick snack if you like.” He tries to play it cool but with the way his legs were shaking, he was already close to being undone. You lean your head on his shoulder and whisper next to his ear, your hand ghosting above the front of his pants. “I think I want this snack, though; can you prepare it for me, baby?”. Sanji almost lets out a whimper but holds strong; he fully turns around to grab you by the waist and pull you up on the counter. Face flushed and hands slightly trembling, he kneels down, pressing open mouth kisses on your bare skin leading up to your core. “I hope you don’t mind me taking the first taste, darling.”

Shanks:

It was in the middle of another party; Shanks and the Red-Haired Pirates were drinking the night away once again. Shanks was laughing at something when you swayed your way up to him. He immediately took notice and started to make grabby hands and kissy noises at you. “Babeeeeee~ Come here.” Shanks grins at you, drawing you in and settling you down on his thigh. He cuddles closely and breathes in your scent, the smell of alcohol tickles your nose while his stubble tickles your neck. You try to resist already mewling as his hand gropes around your soft body, and with a blush creeping up your neck you grab Shanks’ hand. “Dear… I’m hungry.” You murmured, your hand slowly sliding up his thigh, but before you could get up any further, Shank had already pulled you closer, nose to nose, grinning wildly. “In public, doll? How shameful.” He lets out a small ‘tsk’ but swiftly drowns out any complaints or retorts you may have by poking his tongue through your lips. It was a sloppy kiss, but that didn’t stop your thighs from clenching together. It took for one of the other party-goers to start shouting at the both of you, ‘To get a room’ before Shanks pulled away with a sheepish grin. He stands up with you still on his hips. “How about we continue this in my room, hmm?”

A/N: Requests currently open!

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squirrelbait02 · 6 months

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Flashing them for attention~

One Piece boys Headcanon~ Monster trio + Shanks

18+ mdni

A/n: I wanted to get something out the asap while I’m still writing my series, and this may or may not have been rushed making it. Barely proofread my apologies 🫶🏽.

Luffy~

Doesn’t notice the first time, so you do it until he realizes your tits are out. Just as he gives you that same look he gets when there’s meat around you book it across the Sunny, failing miserably as he uses his gum-him devil fruit powers and stretches his arm out, wrapping around you like a vice, and pulls you towards his cabin. “C’mon y/n I want you to do it again, but this time we’ll see how fast I can grab ‘em!”

Sanji~

Immediately gushes blood from his nose like a geyser which leads you to try and catch him from falling face first on the floor. “Y/n my love, I can die happy now that I’ve seen your heavenly body handmade from the gods themselves.” You flick him between his curly eyebrows and call for Chopper to keep him from actually dying from reliving the moment.

Zoro~

You catch him in the crows nest just as he’s drinking water after his workout and you end up in a staring contest with him with your tits still out. “Aren’t you gonna say something?” “Aren’t you gonna put some clothes on?” Obviously you don’t, so he helps you finish taking the rest of your clothes off and keeps them from you since you wanna be naked so damn bad.

Shanks~

You flash him your bare ass while your around the crew which leads him to chasing you down, throwing you over his shoulder and takes you to the nearest room with a lock. “You really thought you could get away with that and not face the consequences?” You huff and lean up against his back with your head in the palm of your hand watching the crew salute their goodbyes. “I still stick by my actions.” “Yeah let’s see about that when your crying on my cock.”

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squirrelbait02 · 6 months

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Expecting: Life with their Pregnant Partner

Featuring Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks

Aizawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Fatgum x pregnant GN! Reader; Hawks x Pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a little reckless

AN: I was reading through my google docs and found these 😄 absolutely zero clue when I wrote these. Honestly love that for me.

Aizawa

"YN what the hell are you doing?" Shota shouts as he walks in, seeing his heavily pregnant partner perched along the baseboards of class 1-A's dorm floors.

"Shota! Just in time, I need you to change my water bucket. Look how dirty these baseboards are! Can you believe that?" you say, smiling at your husband as you go back to dipping the cloth in the bucket and wiping the soaking cloth along the now sparking boards.

"YN, seriously? I can't leave you alone can I?” He says going to help you up from the ground, fussing over you as you stand.

"You know the doctor said to rest right? I mean you and I were both at the last appointment. I'm pretty sure I heard him say that about 15 times,” he says, looking at you with a scowl as you roll your eyes in response.

"I'll have you know I did rest sweetheart. But then Miydoria came in and asked if I wanted a snack. So I said 'yes let me help you' so then I got up. I walked to the kitchen and noticed some dirt on the floor. So I got the broom out. Then I swept the dirt and noticed a scuff on the baseboards and well we can't have a scuff so I went and got a bucket. Then one scuff turned into two and then three and then five,” you say gesturing to the floor boards.

“YN seriously,” your husband said, crossing his arms over his large chest.

"You really want our baby to be born with filthy floor boards Shota?" You say, crossing your arms and waiting for your husband's reply.

"YN the baby isn't going to be studying the floor boards when they arrive. Plus I think you should be worried about more important things like, and maybe I'm just being dramatic here, but oh I don't know labor perhaps?" Shota says escorting you to the nearest coach the rest. You scoff at your husband once more as Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima and Todoroki walk in.

"I'm going to need you all to watch YN for me,” Shota says standing up and walking towards his students

"Excuse me? I'm very capable!” you shout, shocked at your husband's words to his students.

"YN I have a patrol tonight. There is no way I'm leaving you to your own devices. You'll probably end up repainting the whole common area,”he says looking at you.

"Didn't you already by paint YN?” Todoroki says before you quickly interject

"Well would you look at the time! Come on boys, let's go start dinner,” you say waddling towards the teens

"YN you have got to be kidding me right now?!?” Shota says rubbing his temples

"Have a great night love!” you say pushing the boys towards the doors.

Fatgum

"YN I'm home my love",” Taishiro shouts. The apartment smells amazing and he is starving. After a long night fighting crimes and arresting villains, Taishiro only wants two things.

To have a good meal and to see his beautiful partner.

"In here my love! I'm just finishing supper,” you shout as you wipe your hands on your apron.

Taishiro stoped and looked at you. His beautiful partner, pregnant with his baby and making him his favorite meal.

"Honestly I could get use to seeing you pregnant for the rest of my life YN,” Taishiro says pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead lightly.

You giggle and pat his stomach as you head back towards the stove to stir your vegetables.

"Lets get this one out first and then we will talk,” you say rubbing your belly as your stir the food and grab plates.

"Busy day my love?" He asks, washing his hands and sitting at the table.

"I went by the new fish market today and grabbed a huge variety! Then I went to the farmers market and got these and some fresh produce,” you say pointing to the freshly cut bouquet of sunflowers sitting on the table.

"YN I thought the doctor told you to stay away from fish,” he says worryingly.

"Love I can eat some cooked fish but I mostly got it for you! I've been watching this cooking show I wrote down some awesome recipes to try!” you say plating Taishiro's food and setting it in front of him

"Baby you should be resting during the day,” Taishiro says scolding you

You look at him, deadpan. "Babe I literally sit on the coach and write down recipes. I'm not running a marathon," you say rolling your eyes.

"I just worry about you YN. You do so much for me and I want you and the baby to be healthy,” Taishiro says, grabbing your hands and pulling you close.

You smile at your husband and give him a soft kiss. "Taishiro, you have Kirishima and Tamaki check on me at least twice a day when you are at work. Plus you text me every hour. Aizawa even came by last week to make sure I didn't need a snack. I'm well taken care of love!” you say smiling at your husband as he smiles back.

"Ok YN,” Taishiro says smiling as he grabs his fork and begins to eat.

"I did lug the groceries up the 5 flights of stairs today tho,” you say resting your hips against the back of the counter and smiling at your husband as he chokes on his food, quickly reaching for his water.

"YN seriously?!" Taishiro says clearing his throat as his eyes widen on you

"I'm joking babe," you say smiling. Taishiro breathes out a sigh of relief as he goes to take another bite.

"It was only four flights," you say laughing as you walk out of the room, leaving your husband hanging, fork halfway to his mouth.

Hawks

Hawks walks into his apartment to hear music coming from down the hallway. He smiles as he sets his keys down, removing his goggles, headset, boots and coat before heading to see you.

He knows you’re in the baby's room. That's where you've been for the past few days. Your nesting has kicked into full gear as you prepare for the arrival of your baby any day now.

What Hawks doesn't expect is to see you singing 5 feet above the ground, as you balance atop a ladder pounding a nail into the wall.

"Holy crap YN!" He yells as he goes to steady you and you smile down at him.

"Hey baby! So glad your home safe! How was your night?" You say smiling down at your husband

"YN what in the hell are you doing? Get down from there!" Hawks growls as your roll your eyes, setting the hammer on top of the ladder and climbing down.

"Ok I'm down here now what?" you say looking percuriously at your husband.

"Well for one, no more ladder,” Hawks says grabbing the ladder and folding it up, hauling it out of the babies room.

You sigh and follow your husband as he puts the ladder away.

"Keigo I have things to do!” you say your hands now on your hips as your husband glares at you.

"Do I need to put a lock on this door YN? Because I absolutely will!” he says narrowing his eyes at you.

"Keigo the baby is coming and their room isn't finished!" You say pouting and stomping your feet.

You husband sighs and rolls his eyes, walking up to you and pulling you into a hug. He knows how stressed you've been about your babies arrival.

"YN the baby isn't even going to be sleeping in their room remember? You have time love," Hawks says nuzzling your nose.

"Keigo first impressions are everything! And I want to give the baby a tour when we bring them home. And that includes their FINISHED room!" you say with emphasis, throwing your hands in the air.

Keigo looks at your, trying not to laugh at your pure ridiculousness.

"I'll tell you what YN. How about this weekend we do the finishing touches together?" He says as he notices your mood perk up at the suggestion.

"Babe that would be so awesome!" You answer gleefully.

"I mean I have to put the crib, swing and rocker together anyways. Might as well do it all,” he says as he notices your eyes widen and you look away from him.

"YN-"

“Ok so I may have accidently out the swing together,” you say, grinning at your husband.

Hawks sighs, his hand doing to his head, "what in the world am I going to do with you?"

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squirrelbait02 · 6 months

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could you do a scenario where s/o reveals her pregnancy to zoro? xoxo 😚

A.N : I'm trying to answer every asks. This is me trying. Enjoy ♡︎

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Go to ⤷ [Main Masterlist] c.w : language, pregnant reader, agnst, fluff

The Sunny was bustling with activity as the crew approached Hana Island, your hometown.

"Wooooahh~ I can't wait to eat Y/n's stew again!" Luffy giggled perched on Sunny's head.

Zoro's eye was fixed on the horizon, his lips curled with a soft smile that no one could see.

"What about you Zoro ? Are you excited to taste her stew again ?" Nami smirked studying her map.

The swordsman's face immediately turned a bright shade of red, and everyone joined in on Nami's teasing. "You witch," Zoro gritted his teeth.

"I can't believe that savage got to touch that delicate flower like her…" Sanji spat storming his way back to the kitchen.

Zoro's anger quickly turned to satisfaction as he watched the cook choke on his cigarette out of jealousy, making the others' annoying comments fade away. He couldn't deny his feelings anymore, but he cherished what he had with you and preferred to keep them to himself. Seeking solace in the crow's nest, all he could think about was you.

It's been four months since the last time he visited you, and a lot happened since then. He thought about all the things he wanted to tell you, especially his battles with King and Kaido.

Who would have thought that the King of Hell Roronoa Zoro would have fallen in love with the sweetest botanist on all the seas? It seems that fate played its part in bringing you both together, much like how a powerful sword attracts a skilled swordsman.

"At 1 p.m., let's all gather at Y/n's house", Nami instructed as everyone split up to run errands around the village.

While everyone was busy with their businesses, Zoro grabbed Chopper and lifted him onto his shoulder. "Oi, Chopper, have something to ask you."

Chopper didn't react to Zoro's gesture but grasped the gravity of the situation as he noticed his friend's serious frown. "Wh- What is it?"

Zoro scanned his surroundings, making sure no one was eavesdropping. This heightened Chopper's concern even further. "Can you help me get there?"

"Th-there? Where?" The doctor blinked at his friend, whose face was once again turning red. "To Y/n's…" Zoro finally mumbled, looking away.

"Oh, I see! Sure, let's go—"

"Shh! It's a covert mission. We must be discreet."

The duo exchanged one of their knowing looks and nodded. Chopper couldn't contain his excitement about playing ninja with Zoro.

"I'll take you there Zorojuro-dono. Nin nin. But first I need to get some medicines on the way. Nin nin."

A chuckle escaped Zoro's lips, and they both departed joyfully, ensuring no one had noticed their departure.

After completing their tasks in the village, they made their way up to your farm. Though modest, the house was very comfortable, surrounded by fields and wildflowers that provided enough fruits and vegetables to sustain the whole village. As they approached, Zoro's expression softened at the sight of the light pink walls adorned with climbing plants. His face lit up when he caught a glimpse of you in your usual spot, sitting on the wooden table on the porch, studying a book under the wisterias that shaded you from the afternoon sun.

The smile that had tugged at the corner of his lips soon vanished when he noticed a man walking behind you to set a cup next to you, his hand resting on your shoulder. Zoro couldn't help but feel a surge of unease as he watched you interact with that man, his hand gripping his katana's hilt firmly, as if he were trying to ground himself. Robin's words, "It's not easy to date a pirate. Do you think she will wait for you?" echoed in his mind. Her bluntness usually didn't bother him, but this time her words lingered like poison in his head, even though he thought he had long forgotten about it.

Your heart raced as a familiar presence approached. "Chopper! Zoro!"

"Y/n!" Chopper giggled as he ran your way and jumped of excitement. Catching him in mid-air, you twirled and hugged him tightly, nuzzling into the softness of his hat.

"Wow, you've grown so much, Chopper!" You chuckled as you set him down.

"Hehe, stop it. Maybe a little," Chopper blushed and did his happy dance, melting your heart. He stopped when Zoro, walking a bit behind Chopper, stood next to him. He took a step forward, his sweaty hand resting on his katana hilt. He tried his best to maintain a composed expression but inevitably failed when you jumped into his arms.

"Zoro~ I missed you so much!" You whispered burying your face in the crook of his neck. It was enough to wash away every uncomfortable thought and for him to melt under your touch. His arms wrapped around your waist lifting you so you were firmly pressed against his chest. If he could he would never let go again. "Me too," he mumbled on the top of your head barely above a whisper.

The rush of sheer happiness coursing through his veins made his heart flutter, a feeling he was certainly not accustomed to but had longed for since he first experienced it.

The man approached, and Zoro's gaze turned cold as he nodded. "Y/n, I'll be on my way now," he said, his tone edged with formality as he gestured towards the horizon with a stiff hand movement. "Call me whenever you need."

You stole a quick glance at Zoro, who stood nearby, his steel grey eye analyzing the man that was leaving. "Oh, yeah... Sorry, Sir Julian," you replied, "Of course, I'll keep you updated."

"Who was that, Y/n?" Chopper asked, intrigued by the large suitcase the man was carrying.

"It's… a friend," you babbled nervously, avoiding eye contact with Zoro. "He just passed by and checked on me." Even though it wasn't the whole truth, you felt uncomfortable for not disclosing everything. You couldn't. Not now...

"oiiii Y/n! Zoroooo! Chopppeer !"Luffy's voice cut you short, and Zoro's frown returned, his frustration evident. He didn't need to say a word for you to understand what it was. You gave him a warm smile. "Let's talk later, Zoro, okay?"

Later that evening, as the crew reunited, their faces lit up with joy, and they quickly gathered around the massive table set in the lush garden. Laughter and chatter filled the air, blending with the tantalizing aroma of the feast that awaited them. It was a vibrant and heartwarming scene, except maybe for Zoro's mood, which was worse than ever since you didn't have a chance to have privacy and talk. His brooding presence cast a shadow, but even that couldn't completely dampen the lively atmosphere of the gathering.

His hawk-like gaze never left you, as he watched your every move and intently listened to your every conversation, even from a distance. Meanwhile, he, Jinbei, and Nami got into yet another drinking contest.

After gathering some courage, you approached the group and sat down next to Zoro. As you settled beside him, you noticed a subtle shift in his demeanor. His tense jaw seemed to relax ever so slightly, and a hint of surprise danced in his eyes, though he tried to maintain a stoic expression.

"Ah, right on time, Y/n! We're just getting started~" Nami giggled, her arm wrapping around your shoulder.

"I heard you could keep up with Zoro," Jinbei added with an encouraging twinkle in his eyes. "This is one of the finest sake you'll find-"

You hesitated, eyeing the full glass of sake that was extended to you, but you politely refused. Zoro, ever watchful, arched an eyebrow, curious about your decision.

"What is it? You're not drinking? Why not?"

"Eh? Because... I don't feel like it..."

Zoro blinked at you before bursting into laughter, a hearty sound that resonated through the night. Your reaction was unexpected, as he had always admired your competitive spirit and your ability to hold your own while drinking with him.

Nami playfully punched Zoro's arm to silence him, sensing your disconfort. "Alright, let's get started then."

Zoro, not quite reading the room around him, persisted. "What? Seriously, you're not joining us?"

"Zoro-" Nami pinched her nose.

"No, I won't," you retorted to him.

"Then why did you come sit with us, huh?" He sneered.

"Ah? I wanted to be with you, that's all... Do I need to drink to be with you now?"

"Tch... When did you become that boring?" Zoro's words stung.

The teasing between you wasn't new, but this one was particularly petty and hurt your feelings, making you doubt evrything in asplit second.

"When you became that petty," you replied. You removed Nami's arm, stood up, and stomped away. Zoro quikly caught up to you and grabbed yoir wrist and stopped you in your tracks. he had enough and needed to know what was going on. "Oi, where are you going?"

Everyone's attention suddenly focused on the two of you as you stood in the middle of the garden.

"Let go, Zoro. I don't want to talk right now."

"Yeah, I can see that. You've been avoiding me all day. What is it, huh? Something you have to hide from me? Is it because of that friend of yours? What's his name again... Julian?" Zoro's voice carried frustration and simmered with a hint of anger.

"The hell you're talking about?! You're being stupid and mean."

It was mean, he knew it, but he couldn't stop. He didn't know how to handle those tumultuous feelings, the fear of losing you to another man...

"And you're lying to me. So how about you come clean now so we can both move on?"

"It's not ... I'm not..." The words got caught in your throat, and tears welled up in your eyes.

"Oi Marimo!" Sanji stood between Zoro and you, only fueling the swordsman frustation that slowly transformed into anger.

"What the hell? Go back to your kitchen before I cut you stupid cook."

"Oi Zoro... I won't let you hurt a lady like this. Stand back and talk to her when your brain is functioning again."

"Ahhh ?! What did you say ?!" Zoro drew his sword, and Sanji stopped the blade with his foot.

The argument was going nowhere, incomprehension hanging in the air. No one could grasp what was happening and what Zoro needed to know so desperately.

"I'm pregnant !" you yelled, fists clenched and eyes shut, too scared to face the people around. All you wanted was to hide.

No one dared to speak, and the silence was soon broken by the sound of Zoro's sword falling to the ground. Opening one eye, you took a step back and ran away.

"Preg- what? O-oi...W-wait-"

"Ehhhhhhh?!" the Straw Hats exclaimed when your words finally sank in, but you were already far from sight, all curled up on your bed, your face buried in your pillow.

What should I do now? Is he going to be mad at me ? He'll tell me he doesn't have time for this. Maybe he doesn't love me as much as I love him. What if I'm just a distraction? No. No! No way.

The voices in your head wouldn't stop. You wanted to silence them, knowing that Zoro was a good man—loyal and honest. Knowing that the ond between you was unique and real; but doubt had seeped into every corner of your mind while he was away. You questioned everything, even yourself, uncertain if you were fit to be a mother.

A minute passed, but it felt like an eternity. Zoro entered the room without knocking still shoked by the news, and knelt before the bed. There were so many things he wanted to say, to ask, but nothing came out. He just sat there in silence.

It was a hard and painful moment. Both of your hearts were heavy, mind clouded with doubts and questions.

You knew he struggled with communicating his emotions, so you had to be the one to take that extra step.

"Zoro..." your voice was muffled in the pillow, but he hummed in response. "Did you think I could cheat on you?" you continued.

"Hmm." He paused, his hand reaching for you. "No. I know you would never betray me but... I was scared."

You moved to sit on the bed and met his eyes. "Scared?"

"... Yeah. Scared that you'll leave me beacause someone could make you happier and treat you better. That I will not be strong enough to come back to you everytime... That you'll have enough and-"

"Zoro, you're more than enough I'll wait for you no matter what I told you that right?"

"You did." He smirked, realizing that he had lost control. He felt a sense of shame and failure that he despised.

"Sir Julian is a doctor by the way. I'm sorry... I should have told you earlier. I was scared too. I shouldn't have doubted you." You leaned to kiss his lips before resting your forehead on his. "I shouldn't have doubted us."

"I'm sorry I fucked up. Shouldn't have talked to you like that..." Zoro's hand trailed to your tummy hesitantly, "So... There's a baby in there..."

"Yeah."

"...You don't look pregnant though."

"And you don't look like you use your brain much."

"Oi! I said I was sorry!"

Both of you shared a laugh, and the room seemed lighter as the tension eased. Zoro was smiled but he was still confused. A baby? My baby? He had no clue what he should do. Unlike you who had a few weeks to process the news.

"You know... I thought about it and I don't want to be a burden for you. You have a big dream and- What I'm trying to say is I'll be fine. Even when you're away. I can manage alone."

His gray eye studied your face, and his ever-present, serious frown slowly gave way to a sigh. "Oi. Don't say shit like that. You will never be a burden to me. Ever." Wrapping his strong arms around you, he wiped away the tears that still rolled down your cheeks. "Look, I have no idea what to do, but I trust you. I trust you with my life, Y/n. I'm not good with… whatever this is going to be, but I'll learn. I'll do my best. I promise you that."

You felt the burden on your shoulders vanish, and the heaviness in your heart dissipate.

"When- I mean, when is it coming out?"

"Five months maybe less."

"Hmm." He rubbed his chin lost in his thoughts, "I'll be back before that."

Silence filled the room, but it was peaceful as Zoro closed the gap to kiss you. All the fear vanished when your hearts connected once more, beating in unison.

"I missed you." You smiled against his lips.

"I…" With his face nestled in the crook of your neck, he confessed, "I love you."

In this sea of uncertainty, your anchor was the unwavering loyalty that you had for each other, and the belief that no matter what tomorrow brings, you will face it together.

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The side of them they will show only to you...

His vulnerable side.

Roronoa Zoro x reader ♡ Content Warning : curse words, angst, fluff ♡ 720 words

"Damn he's strong..."

That's what you thought evrytime you saw Zoro make some heavy lifting. However, some other times he was just an idiot who couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Oi, give me that." He took the heavy barel of coke from your arms before you could answer.

"Hey, stop doing that! I can carry it just fine." You object trying to take the barel back.

Deep down, he was fully aware of your strength, but he couldn't shake off his concern. He knew you were still nursing injuries from the previous battle, yet true to your nature, you never complained, even when it was evident that you were in pain. You could fool the others, but not him.

"Course you can with those tiny arms," he scoffs. It was his clumsy way to show you he cared. of course, he could just have told you so, but sarcasm and playful teasing felt more confortable for him as a way to express himself.

"My arms are fine," You flex your biceps to prove your point.

"Sure, still not strong enough to come back from that fight in one piece." he cocked an eyebrow at your bandages.

It hurts. Loosing against those pirates was humilating enough. Your pride was hurt, your heart tightens at his words.

"...Fuck you Zoro." You spat.

He stops in his tracks, and blinks at you with a faint gasp. Your eyes were filled with tears, and your tone was filled of rage.

You stomped your way to the ship, tired of his sarcasm, and tired of him always pushing you away.

"O-oi" he stammered, completely froze on the spot.

Thoughts were racing i nhis mind and he was enable to grasp or make sense of any of it.

You didn't showed up for dinner wich never happened even when you were sick.

"Where is Y/n-chwan ?" Sanji asked as he served your plate.

"Ah, she asked me if she could use the workshop and locked herself there." Franky explained.

"Ah~ She might need alone time to take care of herself. Yohohohoo-" Brook insinuated.

"Shut up you perv!" Nami thew an empty glass in the Skeleton's face.

"Maybe she passed out from exhaustion." Robin suggested.

"Oi Robin! You're gonna jinx it! Stop saying horrible things!" Usopp and chopper whined as they grew more worried.

"Ah. Y/n-chan?" Luffy mumbled between bites "Zoro pissed her off this morning" He announced before stuffing his mouth again.

All eyes were fixed on a very silent Zoro, his gaze unwaveringly focused on the glass of alcohol before him. The weight of guilt grew overwhelming, even for a man capable of lifting tons of iron with a single finger.

"You shitty Marimo! What did you say to that sweet Y/n-chan?!"

Zoro got up without saying a word, even ignoring his rival's teasing. He quickly took the plate from the angry cook and left, leaving everyone confused and curious about what he might have said.

He came to a halt at the workshop door. The knot in his stomach had persisted all day, and now a lump formed in his throat."Damn it…" he cursed himself for his cowardice, regretting not apologizing earlier to the extent that you had to seclude yourself.

It pained him even more because you had always been there for him since you've met. He couldn't say how much he loved that no words or gestures were necessary between you two. This time however he wished he could just have told you he regretted his words.

He bitterly remembered all the times you snuck a botle of fine sake from the kitchen in the darkest hours of the night, providing silent companionship to ease his troubles.

"Y/n." His voice was stern.

"..."

"The food's getting cold." He bit his lips, feeling powerless and stupid. but he really had no idea how to adress this.

"Just leave the tray and go."

His heart skiped a beat when your faint voice resonnated behind the cold door.

"Y/n, we need to… um, we need to have a conversation," he blurted out, gulping nervously as a bead of sweat trickled down his back.

"Just say what you have to say and leave."

He opened his mouth to speak again, but when his eyes met the thick metalic door he stopped. "Don't be an idiot. Don't be a coward." Was all he could think of. He put the tray down.

"I'm coming in." With an immense surge of strength, he tore the door from its frame, causing the entire ship to tremble.

"WHAT THE HELL!? ZORO!" You gasped falling from your chair.

He took the tray nonchalantly after placing the door out of the way.

"Are you out of your damn mind!?" You rushed to the door frame to assess the damage. "You broke the jonction you idiot! Ahhh, we'll have to wait for the next island to get titanium! Ahhh It's so out of the monthly budget... Nami's gonna kill-"

Your rambling were shut down by two strong arms wrapped around your shoulders, almost covering your mouth. You swore that your heart stopped beating for a second. You've been physically close to Zoro many times, but this was something else.

"I'm sorry. I am an diot, and I am an asshole for telling you... For ..." He tighten his grip slightly making you grab his arms as a reflex to prevent him from choking you.

"You're strong, I know that. But you know I'm sronger and -"

Your skin crawled at his words and in a swift motion you got out of his grip to face him. You clench your fists as you really want to punch his perfectly shaped face.

"Did you destroy the door to tell me that?! I know you are! Everyone knows! Stop looking down on me! FOR FUCK SAKE!" Tears well up in your eyes once more.

Zoro's frown deepened as he observed your swollen, teary eyes. For a brief moment, you locked gazes, and within that instant, you witnessed an expression on his face that you had never seen before. His features appeared unexpectedly gentle, yet filled with profound remorse.

"W-What's that...?" You mumble as anger is soon replaced by concern for your friend.

"I care for you Y/n. I really do... I hate to see you hurt, I hate when you fight even if... I know damn well you're strong. I fucking hate it. It scares me."

His words hang heavy in the air around you. You couldn't process the fact that he could be scared.

After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and pulled you against him in a tight embrace, your hands rested on his chest and your grabbed on his shirt tightly.

"It's selfish to tell you that..." More than anyone, Zoro never treated people regarding of their sex. All that mattered to him was how they acted. He knew he messed up and he just wished that the hug would take all the pain he caused.

"Zoro... Thank you." it took you a minute but you understood. You were too hurt and tired to understand earlier but him showing you the most vulnerable side of his being was the last piece that made eveything click. It shook you to the core as hi slarge body envelopped yours in a firm yet fragile embrace. "I'm sorry for reacting like tha-"

"No. Don't apologize," he interjected.

"But I-" You lifted your head to meet his eye.

"Shut up, it was my fault-" He stared back.

"Shut up? You shut up you dumb broccoli!" You slapped his chest.

"The hell is a broccoli?!" He chuckled seeing your eyebrows furrowed and your cute pout. You couldn't help but laugh at his dumb question and cute chuckle.

"Ah... I feel better. You ?" He sighed stretching his arms above his head.

"I'm good, thank you for opening up like that. I know it not easy."

In that vulnerable moment, he felt a mix of pride and relief. He had never felt safer than he did now. He knew you wouldn't pass judgment or mock his emotions. He was confident that you would listen and comprehend, even if his words came out clumsily. Talking to you felt right, loving you felt right too but he thought he'd wait a little more before confessing...

A blush painted his cheeks as he scratched th eback of his head, "How about a drink ?"

You smiled at him, happy and grateful that you two shared such a deep bond. Maybe, when the time would be right you could tell him how much you cared for him too and how you wished that you could be by his side forever... But that night no words were needed. Just you, the moonlight and a very expensive bottle of sake.

"OIIIIIIII! Who broke the Door ?! ZOROOOOO!"

It wasn't supposed to be that long. HA HA HA.

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Sanji x afab!reader Tastes Can Change

I was thinking about how pregnancy can mess with your sense of taste, and this is the result. As usual, I use Anata instead of y/n. Not proofed yet, sorry!! Enjoy the fluff-induced cavities!

CW: Vomiting, sickness

Day 1: Breakfast

In your time at sea, you've come to treasure the peaceful hours between dawn and sunrise. Not because you're a morning person (you really aren’t), but because it's one of the very few times you and your favorite blonde cook can spend time alone.

This morning is no different, though you find it harder to get out of bed for some reason. Sanji is already in the kitchen, prepping for breakfast when you trudge in.

"Morning, my love," he sings as you plop down in a chair at the counter.

"Coffee, please," you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Way ahead of you," he says, sliding a fresh cup toward you, made up exactly how you like it. "Are you feeling OK, dearest? You look exhausted."

"I don't know. I must not have slept well or something," you reply, picking up the coffee.

You take a moment to inhale the delicious aroma. Living on a diet that is 90% coffee and cigarettes, Sanji knows how to pick the best roasts no matter where you make port. The familiar earthy scent fills your nose — and a wave of nausea hits you so hard, you almost choke.

You set the mug down immediately and shove it as far away from you as possible, covering your mouth with your hands.

Sanji drops what he's doing and rushes to your side.

"Anata? Love? What's wrong?"

He puts a hand to your forehead.

"Are you feeling sick?"

You give your stomach a moment to settle before replying, "I don't know what happened, the smell just hit me...wrong. I'm so sorry, babe."

"There's nothing to apologize for,” he says, dumping the offending cup in the sink. “I just hope you aren’t coming down with something.”

He cups your cheek and plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Why don’t you go back to bed, ma chérie?”

As much as you want to protest, he gives you his best puppy-face and you can’t help but cave, retreating back to your room for a few more hours.

Day 2: Snack Time

The next day, you enjoy a pleasant afternoon of sunbathing with Nami and Robin, taking advantage of the summer climate you’re currently sailing through.

“I swear I haven’t gotten a proper tan since I came to the Grand Line,” says Nami.

“Remember that time we got the lawn chairs out just in time for it to start snowing?” you ask.

“Then Luffy got his tongue stuck to the mast,” Robin adds with a chuckle.

“And Usopp said Chopper was going to have to cut it off!” Nami says with a cackle. “Hah, it worked though, scared him right off of it.”

The three of you dissolve into giggles at the memory.

“What could three such gorgeous creatures be laughing about and why am I slightly afraid?” Sanji asks, appearing with a tray of fresh snacks.

“Sanji, you know ladies don’t reveal their secrets,” Robin says with an all-too-serene smile.

“My apologies, Robin-chwan,” Sanji says, giving a low bow. “May I offer these fresh mango smoothies as penance?”

“You may,” she says with a laugh, grabbing glasses for her and Nami.

“And for you, my queen,” he says, turning the bow into a kneel as he offers you the tray.

“Thank you, my noble knight,” you reply, matching his dramatic flair.

Snickering at the disgusted face Nami makes, Sanji plants a quick kiss on your forehead as you take a sip of your drink.

The sweetness turns bitter as soon as it hits your tongue. You struggle to keep from spitting it out immediately as your stomach threatens to revolt.

“Anata are you alright?” asks Robin. “You look pale all of a sudden.”

You swallow, muscling your gag reflex into submission.

“Brain freeze,” you manage to squeak out, giving Sanji a reassuring smile when you see the look of concern in his eyes.

The smoothie goes untouched for the rest of the afternoon.

Day 3: Dinner

The Sunny makes it to the next island the following afternoon. It's small, tropical and completely uninhabited. Taking advantage of the weather and unexpected peace, Luffy immediately declares the crew should have a feast.

While the others go off to explore, you stay behind to help Sanji with the food. Sure, it’s just dinner for the crew, but Luffy easily counts as ten people by himself. And you’ve seen him overextend himself more than once in the name of a good meal.

“Honestly love, I can handle it, it’s fine,” he says as you try and bully your way in.

“Even world-class chefs have support staff, dear,” you reply, playfully bumping his hips to make some space at the table.

“How much are you going to fight me on this?”

You give him your best doe-eyed look.

“How much do you want to find out?”

“Heavens save me from loving a stubborn woman,” he says with a sigh. “All right, fine. At least you know how I like things done.”

“In more ways than one,” you tease, grinning as Sanji sputters, turning a bright red.

Of course the spread he comes up with is nothing short of spectacular, full of everyone’s favorite dishes. You even spot one of your favorites on the table — steak au poivre.

“When did you have the time to make this!?” you ask, grabbing a generous serving.

“I made the time, that’s all that matters,” he replies, giving you a quick kiss.

“Oi, knock it off, Cook. You’ll spoil the food,” Zoro grumbles from across the table.

“Careful moss head, or you’ll turn as green as your hair,” Sanji shoots back.

You tune out the ensuing bickering as you take a juicy first bite. The instant the familiar texture fills your mouth, you regret it. Something primal in your brain screams that it’s all wrong and you know you’re about to puke.

You jump up from the table to get as far away as you can before emptying your stomach in a clump of bushes. Your knees begin to shake as you continue to dry heave for a few minutes after. The warm night air turns cool against your sweat-soaked skin.

“Here, drink this,” Sanji says softly, handing you a glass of water. You hadn’t even noticed his presence until now.

You gratefully accept and take a few careful sips as he rubs gentle circles across your back.

“If you don't like my cooking, ma chèrie, there are easier ways to say so,” he says, meaning it as a joke, but you can see the worry hiding behind it.

“I'm so so sorry, babe,” you reply, beginning to sob. “You worked so hard and I ruined it!!”

Your tears turn into a full-on breakdown. Sanji pulls you close, murmuring reassurances in your ear. He runs his fingers through your damp hair, as you burrow into his shoulder.

“You could never ruin anything, my love,” he tells you tenderly. “Come on, let's get you to bed.”

You nod silently and allow him to steer you on to the Sunny.

Day 4: Midnight Snack

No one goes into the kitchen without Sanji knowing. Call it observation haki or a keen sense of hearing he developed to keep Luffy from eating them out of house and home — whatever it is, he always knows when someone has entered his domain. So when he wakes up in the dead of night after the feast, he stalks up to the kitchen, ready to kick the shit out of his gluttonous captain.

You freeze like a deer in the headlights as the kitchen door swings open.

“Oh,” Sanji says softly, surprise quickly replacing his anger.

He takes in the sight of you, sitting in front of the fridge with a bowl of what looks like an unholy concoction of mayonnaise, dry seaweed, peanuts and possibly pickled eggs.

“Oooooooh,” he says again, the realization kicking in.

Mournfully, you swallow a bite.

“I wanted to tell you tonight, but…”

You can feel the tears welling up again. Was it really going to be like this for the next eight months?

Sanji slumps to the floor beside you, dumbfounded.

“How long…?”

“Officially? About a day, but I've suspected for about a week now.”

“Does anyone else know?”

You shake your head.

“Just Chopper. Well, probably Robin too, but I haven't told her.”

He puts his face in his hands and you begin to panic.

“I'm sorry I didn't come to you sooner! I wasn't sure and then I was scared and-and I kept getting sick around your food! I…I thought you'd hate me…”

You're yanked forward as he pulls you into a near-crushing embrace.

“I could never hate you,” he says, resting his forehead against yours. You can see the tears running down his face, paired with the biggest smile you've ever seen. “And I could never hate this.”

You start to cry as well.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Even if I can't eat your food, and make midnight mayo bowls like some kind of kitchen gremlin?”

He laughs.

“You can have mayo bowls for breakfast, lunch and dinner if that's what you want, my love.”

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They find out you had their Child pt. 2🐊 🚬🫧

Sanji, Crocodile and Law

⚠️ Warning: ⚠️ Tsundare Themes, mild Angst in one story and obsession in another. General Drama tho

Crocodile

"Crocodile you can't do that. It is not your place to keep me here and just have me as your house wife" You said offended, angry as Crocodile looked back at you with a amused smirk-

"Ssshh I got you I got you" You whispered softly. Gently rocking your son in your arms, fussy from his feeding and clearly wanting the world to hear about it.

It had been a few months since you'd given birth to your son, Kibo as Crocodile had named him. He was the light of your light and brought you more happiness then you could imagine.

Almost immediately after you'd given birth, Crocodile had taken you to his base having what was equivalent to a luxury pent house apartment set you for you.

And you'd been there since-

He would leave for a while, you assumed to whatever pirates do. But he'd return to you and Kibo always, finding it important to spend time with the two of you.

As you stood there, deep in your thoughts you didn't hear the sound of the door opening. Only falling from your daydream when a large hand hit the small of your back, snapping to see Crocodile peering down at you and the now quieting child.

"Oh hi Crocodile, Didn't exact you back already" You said softly, not wanting to get too loud and wake the baby.

"Of course- Dinner should be done soon as well and sent up. Is the lad alright?" He asked calmly, looking over his sons pink face and twisted pout.

"He's fine, Just fussy. Actually speaking of Kibo, I wanted to talk to you about something" You said rather cheerfully as Crocodile escorting you from the nursery and out to the lounge.

"I want to start working again soon anyway so a Nanny for Kibo may be nee-"

"Work? What Work?" He mused, you raising a brow at his words. His hand leaving your back as he had you take a seat.

"My Job- I have to return to work eventually"

"No you don't and no you're not" He stated calmly, you looking at him confused.

"And do tell, what are you going to do about it my love? Do you know where you are? Or even how you got here? I set everything up so you could never leave me again" He said, and it felt like ice had been injected in your veins. The Sinking feeling of realization hitting you.. this was once of the most dangerous pirates currently living, you we're without a home or income as well-

"So You are either going to stay here, play house with our son. Or I hire someone to watch over him till you come back to your senses and as you know, Im very persuasive~" He said calmly, staring down at you as you held Kibo close to your chest. The realization hitting you like a tsunami- he was going to drag you back here no matter what, When he came to your apartment that day it wasn't to just check on you.. it was the bring you back-

This wasn't love was it?..

This was obsession...

Gazing in his eyes you could see it now- Like he had found a treasure that he never intended to let go or have others risk finding. His Possessions-

Sanji

"Do you understand now mh flower?" He asked you calmly, seeing the way your eyes shifted as you thought through your options and finding non of them satisfying what your thoughts were.

A look of horror stretching over your face and Crocodile chuckled at this- Stepping towards you and kissing your forehead gently the smell of the tobacco making your eyes water a bit, or it was just tears welling.

"Sees like you do Darling" Your skin crawling at the feeling of his kiss as he stepped back and began to leave the room.

"I will return"

He said calmly, leaving you in the room as you heard Kibo start to cry in your arms as you stood there in shock-

This was your prison...

Sanji had been on cloud nine since he had found you and Sunaki. His Darling Girls- The loves of his life!

Law

The Chef of the Strawhats had been staying on your island for well over a month now. The new father wanting to soak in the joy of having his daughter- That and also spending time with you.

You weren't sure what he was trying to do, assuming you had just been a fling for him and nothing more- But you never expected to see the man trying so hard to woo you. Cooking dinners, gifts you knew he couldn't afford, the works.

That evening he invited you onto the ship, cooking you and Sunaki dinner and then helping you when the toddler inevitably got it all over herself.

The two of you sharing in the domestic bliss of bathing the squirming blonde toddler who was more interested in splashing the two of you then getting clean.

"Darling you gotta stop splashing Mommy" You giggled, Sunaki giving a loud squeal. Sanji who had his sleeves rolled up taking a cup of the warm water and carefully rinsing her blonde locks with a chuckle.

"I think that's all we're gonna get done (Y/N) without getting soaked ourselves- I'll grab a towel" He said calmly and went to steal the fluffiest towel on the ship to take the now mostly clean toddler. You grabbing some spare baby clothes Sanji kept for his time with her and a diaper.

Like a well oiled machine both of you worked to get Sunaki dressed, baby powdered, lotion on her face and ready to settle down for the night. Sanji holding her since she settled down faster in his arms-

"Thank you for dinner tonight Sanji"

Sanji smiled, a twinkle in his eyes as he held Sunaki who was hell bent on trying to use Sanji as a jungle gym.

"Of course (Y/N)"

Sanji sat before you, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and adoration as he held Sunaki in hid arms. He took a deep breath, gathering his nerves.

"So ive been thinking and Please hear me out (Y/N), but come with me. Join the Strawhats on the Thousand Sunny. I adore you, and I want you and Sunaki by my side, always-."

His words made your face warm and your heart swell at this. You searched his eyes for any hints of doubt or hesitation, but all you found was sincerity. Sunaki seeing the tension between her parents and squealing as she reached a hand up to grab some of her father's hair which she managed to dodge.

"I can't imagine having to wait two years out at sea and leave you and Sunaki behind- but it would be safer if you joined us! I swear it would be great" He insisted as he sat closer to you, Setting your daughter between the two of you.

"B-But Sanji I don't know.. I could be invading your ship and having me and some toddler on a pirate ship could be bad- Besides we aren't even together so they may not be up for-" Sanji stopped you dead in your tracks and kissed you suddently. Your face flushing as red as a tomato as you stared at him wide eyed.

"Then I'd marry you-! Your the only one I'd want to marry anyway! You gave me our daughter afterall!"

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, the weight of Sanji's words sinking deep into your being. To know that you were adored by someone as incredible.

"Really?-" You whisper out. Sanji smiking as he stood up then, Pulling you up to your feet and handing you Sunaki who was babbling randomly and excitedly at the world. Sanji rushing to Nami's room and you hear crashing and the sound of the red head screaming which drew a giggle from you-

Soon Sanji came back, a fresh black eye forming on him as he fell to his knee before you- His eyes no better then hearts at this point as he held out a beautiful gold ring out to you.

"Marry me (Y/N)- Please do me the honor of officially making me the happiest man on earth"

"We are having this talk. Now-" Law said evenly, you sighing heavily at realizing their really wasn't a way out now and didnt think arguing with him while in his little prison was in your best interest.

"Fine..." You said as you patted your hands on your clean scrubs before pushing him away from you to create some space- anxiety building in your chest. "What do you want to know?"

"Why didnt you tell me? You should have told me (Y/N)! I could have helped. Looked out for him- for all you know he"

"I am a medical physician just like you Law- I can watch for signs of the genetic illness just like you and on top of that it's not like your exactly an easy person to get ahold of" you said calmly, clearly taking some of the wind from his sails as he awkwardly stared at you for a moment.

"You're a RN not a doc-" The harsh glare shut him up quickly from saying that mistake and he backpeddled "It's just.. A boy should have his father at least and I would have helped you"

You impatiently crossed your arms over your chest as you waited for Law to figure out what to say.

"In that it may be good for him to come with me its far better fo-"

"Over my Dead Body-" You said sharply, His eyes locking onto yours as he clearly thought of your words. Carefully.

"There isn't a reason for-" You cut him off again with a harsh glare.

"Just because you have regret in not being in our child's life doesn't mean you get the right to take him away from me or push your own agenda onto him and this relationship" You hiss angrily making the Doctor sigh in annoyance.

"Why are you making this so difficult? I wish to be in the child's life in my way and make sure he isn't ill. I care about you as well-"

"Dont. You. Dare! You Gave that up- So don't you DARE act like it's me who is the problem here Law. You never wanted this do you remeber?" You hissed gesturing to yourself, your anger bleeding through which made Law blink at you in surprise.

Marching forward you jabbed your finger to his chest.

"I don't do well with things long term- Those were your exact words to me, we dated for less then a month just so you could get the edge off wothout having to pay for it" His face twisted in something that could only be guilt, seeing the anger in your eyes.

"So why in hell would you think I would tell you or bother to find your ass? Hm?"

Law was silent at this, staring at your face and seeing the rage painted on it.

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"Now release me- This conversation is done. If you want to see our kid then you have to go through the proper channels like every other deadbeat dad" You said still reeling from your anger. Law snapped his fingers and the room disapeared around the two of you- The man taking a step away from you.

"Fine... At least tell me his name (Y/N) and give me the chance. You forced me to he a so called 'deadbeat' by not telling me about him and despite what happened between us it shouldn't affect him" Law reasoned "Don't let your hatred of me deprive him of a father-"

You flinched at his words, rubbing your face as you knew this was on you- your anger making you slightly unreasonable.

"A-Ame.. His name Is Ame... and fine. You get one chance however- if you fuck up you leave us understand?" You clarify and the man gives a soft smile and nods.

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what makes one piece boys consider fatherhood pt. 2

☆ characters: zoro, kidd

☆ up next: tba

☆ summary: things you do around these characters that make them think of starting families with you...

☆ a/n: highly anticipated part 2 yay! i absolutely love this prompt and tried to explore the emotional nuances a bit more this time. feel free to suggest characters for pt 3!

☆ part 1!

zoro:

It was irritating enough to Zoro to have run into another crew at all on your way to the next island but that irritation was amplified at the sight of the pink haired jolly roger.

Luffy was jumping for joy when you passed by Jewelry Bonney’s ship, still not having grasped that she was a rival before she was a friend. And to make matters even worse, the crew caught her at a bad time because the moment Luffy had decided to step aboard her ship to say hello (against everyone��s suggestion not to) he was, almost immediately, turned into a two year old.

Robin managed to get Luffy back on board without anyone else getting their age rewound while everyone hauled ass to help Nami get as far away as possible from Bonney’s crew.

An entire day had passed before the Sunny found an island to make a stop at. Jimbe had called ahead and gathered some intel on Bonney’s whereabouts and how to get Luffy fixed, but until then Luffy was stuck in his current state. The crew made the best of the unexpected stop and decided to restock on everything while there.You and Zoro opted to stay behind and watch Luffy for the time being. He had taken a liking to you, fussing if anyone else held him and Zoro said that he refused to leave his captain any more defenseless than he already was.

He was also finding it difficult to take his eyes off of you while you held and attended to Luffy. He’d thought about it before- having a baby with you. For a while it had even begun to occupy his thoughts as much as his dreams of swords and status did. He’d go to sleep next to you thinking of how he’d take care of you. Not that you weren’t already drowning in his attention and affection but he’d triple it. In the mornings he’d watch you sleeping thinking of how to pose the idea to you. But you had always been the more grounded out of the two of you. He thinks that that’s why he was so in love with you from the moment he’d seen you. You were always so certain and ten steps ahead of everyone around you. He loved it- how you always knew what the best course of action was. But he knew that you’d be sure to shut down the idea if he brought it up. He understood the risk, the danger. So he’d kept it to himself. How could he have known that you felt the same?

And then, of course, he was brutally reminded of how terrible an idea it really was. That night, a few months ago, when the crew was woken up by the smell of gunpowder and the sound of cannons tearing through the Sunny’s wooden hull. He remembers that initial look of terror on your face and how it made his heart break. That night, as he took deep breaths between every cut his swords made against a marine’s neck, he reminded himself that having a baby with you was a dream he had to let go of.

Yet here he was. Looking down from the crow’s nest at how you held Luffy against your chest and swayed back and forth trying to get him to sleep. He set down the weights he was using and sighed.

No, no, no, not this. Not now!

Despite his better judgment he made his way down the crow’s nest to see you.

Zoro’s chest ached. He stood and watched you guide Luffy’s little hand to wave at him, his little fingers balling up as he yawns and falls back against your chest.

The swordsman’s breath hitches as he’s overwhelmed by the memory of when he was first taught to hold a sword. How his small hands couldn’t fit around the handle and so he fashioned one out of wood and twine.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he called out to you, walking down onto the island. You nodded, bouncing Luffy on your lap who was suddenly seized by a fit of laughter that trailed over the railing and down to where Zoro was, bringing a smile to his face.

He grabbed several sticks and one big branch, tucking the items under his arm.

Zoro took deep breaths, trying desperately to think about anything other than you with a round belly and weak ankles, stumbling around, leaning against him for support.

His chest swelled with pride at the thought of you, so perfect and brave and strong and his, carrying his baby. No one would make it within ten feet of you without having a katana pointed at their throat. He’d dote on you even more than he did now, massaging you and holding you and grabbing you whenever you were close enough for him to get his eager hands on you.

Possessiveness creeped up into his chest and settled there as he ruminated on the thought.

He thought about what great aunts Nami and Robin would make, taking care of you in the feminine ways he couldn’t and offering you advice and support.

How even Sanji would be a good influence on the kid.

His footsteps slowed as his mind wandered further into this new fantasy, the makings for a mock-sword forgotten.

Raising a baby on the Thousand Sunny, chariot of the future Pirate King, he could see it so clearly.

He’d spent his entire life following just one dream. No feeling was more familiar to him than that of the rough handles of his katanas, wrapped with ray skin. Or the sound and smell of metal cutting through skin, the wet slick sound of tearing flesh accompanying the broad strokes of his arms. But slowly you were replacing these sensory anchors that Zoro had come to know so well in his twenty one years of life. The calluses on his strong hands used to be indicative of his dedication to training and his tireless efforts toward his goal, but now? Now they were rough patches of sandpaper skin that were as good at rubbing your back and playing with your hair as they were at using swords. The feeling of defeating enemies wasn’t just an enjoyment of his victory, it was pride in the reminder to himself that no one was more capable of protecting you.

And watching you hold a baby? Thinking of the possibility of you one day holding his baby? It was too much for him to bear.

He recollected himself, not realizing that he had broken a sweat and made his way back on board the Sunny leaving behind a pile of sticks and twine.

Zoro was greeted by the heart stopping sight of you holding a sleeping Luffy as you sat on the grass, leaning against the central mast of the Sunny.

You were so beautiful.

He made his way over to you, sitting down next to you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head which was warm from the sun.

“When’s the last time he was this quiet, hm?”

He smiled, “Probably when he was actually two years old.”

“He’s so cute,” you murmured, “Look how tiny his hands are.”

Zoro bit his cheek, fighting every urge in his body to get on his knees and beg you for a baby right then and there.

You turned to look at him, Luffy’s small hand wrapped around your finger, his mouth open and his cheeks squished against your chest. Your eyes were big and your lips pouted.

Zoro’s heart swelled.

He knew exactly what you were about to ask him.

“Do you ever think about… If we were to-”

“Yes,” he said, failing to conceal the eagerness that had built up within him, “A lot.”

He grabbed onto your shoulders with that gentle yet unwavering strength you had grown so used to, a touch that you readily leaned into.

It was silent, you looked up at him with a kind of adoration that he could only hope was being reciprocated in the way he looked down at you. He closed his eyes, inhaling your scent- your perfume, your shampoo, the sweat from the heat, everything- and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you. He hugged you into him, Luffy squished in between the two of you but still perfectly sound asleep.

“Zoro.”

You weren’t sure what response you’d been expecting but this sudden warmth and eagerness was a surprise. It had ignited a small fire in your belly that was getting hotter by the second.

He took another deep breath before finally taking a step back.

“We can’t,” he sighed, “It’s too dangerous and right now there’s too much other stuff, I’ve thought about it and-

It just won’t work. We’re pirates.”

You gave him a sad smile.

That was the same conclusion you’d reached when you first started considering the possibility months ago. Luffy stirred against your chest, he was getting antsy.

You could hear the rest of the crew making their way back. You leaned into Zoro, hugging Luffy a little closer to your chest, savoring these final few moments that showed you a horribly tempting glimpse into what could have been.

Zoro wrapped his arms tighter around you, hands sinking into your hips as he pressed a rush of kisses to your forehead.

“Get a room!” Usopp yelled from across the boat. He was helping Sanji up who was juggling crates of groceries and had a half-smoked cigarette hanging from his lips.

“How’s the baby?” Nami giggled, reaching for Luffy. You happily handed him over (baby fever could only do so much to stave off the fatigue of caring for Luffy).

“He’s good.. Still a baby. Any leads on Bonney?”

Robin nodded, “She’s stopping for a few days at the next island over. So we have a few more days of baby Luffy.” She didn’t sound upset about it at all.

Zoro’s hand fell from your hip and you turned to look at him but he was walking away. He had that characteristic drag in his step that let you know he was upset.

You sighed and shot Nami and Robin a look that said, Let me go take care of the other baby on board.

You followed as closely as you could but he was walking unusually fast. He walked into your room and threw himself down onto your bed.

You leaned against the doorway, laughing at his childishness.

“C’mere,” he said, sitting up. He leaned his weight back, propping himself up on his elbows, spreading his legs slightly. His white t-shirt was worn out and slightly transparent, the outline of his muscles visible thanks to the dimming sunlight that poured in through your window.

You followed instructions and approached him, standing between his legs.

“What is it, Zo?”

“Sit down.”

You couldn’t quite identify the emotion in his voice.

Rolling your eyes and letting out a frustrated puff of air you sat down on his thigh, gasping as he grabbed your waist and pulled you fully onto his lap, your thighs straddling his hips.

“Zoro.”

A devilish smile graced his features and his lips curved upward into a smile that made your stomach churn.

“What?”

You tried ignoring the obvious arousal between his legs, but it was hard to ignore the feeling of him pressing against you.

“I thought you were upset,” you said, starting to push yourself off of him.

“I am.”

He moved his hands down to your hips and held you firmly in place, the tips of his fingers digging into the softness of your hips.

You bit your lip. This was a battle you were going to lose.

“Zoro- seriously, you did that shit on purpose. Making me think you were pissed.”

“I am.”

“I can tell,” you said, rolling your eyes. You pushed your hips down into him, grinding just enough to tease him.

“I’m pissed I can’t give you everything you want, doll.”

You frowned, and leaned forward lying your chest against his. You rested your head against his shoulder, kissing his cheek.

“You’re everything I want.”

He huffed, wrapping his arms around you.

“I can’t give you a baby now,” he said, squeezing you tighter, “But once we reach our goals I’ll give you everything you could ever ask for.”

“It would still be dangerous,” you observed.

He laughed, “Who’s gonna tell the King of Hell that he can’t have what he wants?”

“Me.”

He sat up, and pinched your cheeks, “Nope. Not even you. Y’know I’m starting to think I want a baby more than you do!”

You laughed and kissed him, slipping your tongue between his lips. You could feel him smiling against you. Zoro’s hands slid down your back and settled onto your ass.

“You definitely don’t.”

He slipped a finger in the waistband of your panties and his other hand under your shirt, which he began to pull off.

“Then let me prove it to you.”

kidd:

It had been bothering Kidd for weeks.

Ever since he took you out to that damn restaurant and the baby sitting behind you had caught your attention. You had a way with toddlers and young kids, they seemed to naturally gravitate toward you– much to his irritation.

That baby had grabbed a small fistful of your hair from over the booth. You’d let out a small cry of surprise and turned around to face your tiny assailant, whose mother was now trying to contain her.

He felt his heartbeat speed up as you turned around with a smile on your face and started talking to the baby.

“Hi!” you’d said, your voice going up several octaves.

“What’s her name?” you’d asked.

You’d played with the baby the entire time she was there, letting her hold your hand and making her laugh.

Some unknown warmth spread across his chest as he watched you play with the baby and an unfamiliar scene began to play out in his imagination.

The thought of late nights spent comforting you and trying to get you to rest, asking Killer to make the most disgusting food combinations at your request, rocking a little version of you to sleep, watching your boobs get bigger…. A slight smirk made its way onto his face as he let his mind wander.

He’d never been fond of children, even when he was younger. He didn’t get along with kids his age and had always preferred keeping to himself. Besides, kids were irritating. Snot-nosed brats who didn’t listen and never took anything seriously.

Yet looking at you smile at this baby, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he felt-

No, he thought to himself, Stop it. This is insane.

He turned his attention back to his untouched plate of food, feeling thoroughly unsettled. Lately he’d been more constantly reminded of how you’d changed him since he met you- how even the smallest bits of your presence had begun to shape some of the more steeled over parts of his personality into tender spots that he had never recognized within himself. You were making quite a man out of him.

The nervousness inside him had quieted after the baby left and he got your full attention back on him for the remainder of dinner.

But the thought still lingered in the back of his mind as he helped you up out of your seat and walked you back to the Victoria Punk.

“Eustass,” you’d said, “Have you ever thought about.. Y’know, if we-”

“No.”

You frowned and smacked his arm, “Let me finish.”

“You’re gonna ask me for a baby.”

Your cheeks turned red, “No! I’m just asking if you’ve ever thought about it. We’d have a cute baby!”

He rolled his eyes, ignoring the pleasure that filled him at the thought.

“Kids are annoying and they complain about everything.”

“So they’re basically exactly like you.”

His brows furrowed and a frown settled on his lips as he snatched his hand from yours.

You laughed at how quickly he proved your point, and the sound brought a small smile back to Kidd’s face.

“See! You don’t hate the idea!”

“No, sweetheart, I just don’t hate you. And if it makes you happy, well then…”

You hummed, satisfied with that answer for now and laced your fingers back into his, leaning your head against his arm as he walked you back to the ship.

He’d been letting the feeling sit for several weeks now. He wasn’t sure how to approach it, you were always better at this stuff anyway. It made him uncomfortable, this unknown yearning for something that he could have so easily. Something that was sitting in the palm of his hand but that he still couldn’t grab.

A gentle knock on the door slightly stirred him as he murmured a ‘Come in’.

You walked in and stopped behind the chair he was slumped over in and started to gently massage his shoulders.

His workshop was a mess, papers full of scribbles and sketches were littered across the metal furniture in the room.

The space looked like something out of a gothic horror novel, a steampunk recreation of Dr. Frankenstein’s lab.

You swiped a finger against a bookshelf as you made your way to Kidd, a dinner plate in your free hand.

“What have you been doing all day? You missed dinner.”

You showed him your finger, covered in dust, “You need to clean in here. How do you get anything done?”

He groaned, taking the plate from you, beckoning for you to sit on his lap.

He pushed the clutter on his desk to the side making room for his plate. Metal shavings, mechanical tools, a few vials of… unknown neon green material, dried out pens and dull pencils all fell to the floor in a messy heap.

You happily indulged his request, pressing a kiss to his cheek and pushing his hair behind his ears as you sat down.

“Killer’s getting worried y’know. He’s close to coming to talk to you about whatever’s going on.”

He groaned again, louder this time and shoved a heaping pile of food into his mouth.

“Ugh, Kidd, stop whining. You’re being an absolute child. What’s wrong?”

He sat up, swallowing the food in his mouth- he knew how much you hated when he talked with food in his mouth. You looked down at him, badly hiding how amusing you thought it was to see him like this.

His cheeks were bright red and he clearly was struggling to find the right words to use.

“Take your time.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, “Remember that baby from a few weeks ago?”

You responded with a look of confusion.

“The little brat at the restaurant that grabbed your hair. Ya thought it was cute.”

“Oh, yes! She was cute. Adorable, even.”

“Well, I’ve been… thinking about what ya said after. About us… having…”

“A baby.”

“Yes. A baby,” he repeated. His words were coming out slower than usual, like he was savoring each and every syllable.

“And…?”

He stood up, pushing you onto the chair and stormed off to the other side of the room.

You threw your hands up in defeat, and reached for the piece of bread on his plate. You ate, leaning in his red leather chair and watched the minute hand of the ornate brass clock in the corner.

Six minutes had passed and you were reaching for the other slice of bread on his plate when he spoke.

“Do you want a baby?”

You were silent. This definitely wasn’t what you’d been expecting when you walked in with his dinner. Kidd’s questions were usually more focused on whether it would be ok to use his crewmates as test subjects for his inventions. And you were very used to answering ‘No.’

You sat up in the chair, turning the thought over in your head. Kidd was standing with an unusual amount of anxiety in his stance. His hands were clenched into uneasy fists at his side and he seemed to be ill.

“Like- right now?”

He shrugged, “Just in general.”

“Where is this coming from? I’d only brought it up the other day ‘cause-”

“Just answer the question.”

You took a deep breath, and looked back up at him uneasily, “Yes.”

He visibly tensed up and stood mouth slightly open, before turning suddenly and storming out of the room.

“Kidd!”

He walked from his workshop into one of the common rooms on the ship and you secretly thanked whatever powers-that-be that no one else was in it. You were definitely in for some kind of uncomfortable conversation.

Kidd turned and took a deep breath when he noticed you in the room with him.

“Can we talk about it?”

He marched back toward the door. You picked up a book and threw it at his back.

It landed with a thump on the floor. Your patience had worn out.

“Why won’t you fucking talk to me?!”

“Because I’m scared- damn it!” he turned, throwing his hands flying up in frustration, “I don’t know what the hell to say to you or- or what to tell you about any of this. I’d be a terrible father and what we’re doing right now is too dangerous for a little brat to be around. And… what if you got hurt or there were complications or you realized that I wasn’t the person you wanted all that with-”

His voice broke and he turned away from you, holding you from him at an arm’s length.

You ducked past his arm and slipped under him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing kisses against it.

“Eus’ look at me,” you whispered.

He obeyed and looked down at you, though he was clearly unhappy about being seen crying by you.

“I don’t mean right now.”

His shoulders relaxed a bit. His eyeliner was smudged and his eyes glassy.

“Still,” he said, “What if one of us doesn’t make it long enough to get to a point where we can?”

Tears welled up in your eyes. Neither of you had signed up for piracy expecting parenthood to be a point of conflict.

“Eustass, I had no idea that you’d been thinking about all of this. Why didn’t you say anything?”

He averted his gaze and a pout formed on his face, “S’hard.”

You pulled him down by his neck a little further and kissed his forehead.

“You’ll be a great dad,” you said between kisses, “In a few years.”

He let out a laugh- music to your ears.

“I’m serious. You’re passionate and you could teach it all about… whatever the hell it is you do in your workshop. And-”

“I know,” he said, “I just can’t let myself fuck something like that up.”

You nodded, running your hands through his hair, “How could you?”

He sighed, picking you up and taking you with him onto one of the chairs in the room.

“I dunno,” he muttered, “You’re just so naturally good at that stuff and it’s no surprise to anyone that I’m not.”

You pressed your lips to his, deepening the kiss when his hold on your waist tightened.

He grounded himself against your touch. It was a gentle, warm reminder that those concealed worries he had about himself were easily dissolved when he was around you.

“Captain,” you said, finally pulling away from the kiss, knowing he loved it when you used his official title, “What you need to be naturally good at right now is leading this freakshow on a dangerous, unrelenting ocean. And you’re doing quite well.”

He laughed at the nickname you had for the crew, one you came up with several years ago during that agonizing month in which Kidd had been desperately trying to convince you to join him.

He kissed you again, his hand tangling itself into a fistful of hair he gently grabbed at the base of your neck. He gently pulled back and began placing hot, open-mouthed kisses against it.

You smiled, “I see. This was your goal in luring me to this room.”

You could feel your Captain smiling against your neck, gently nipping at it with his teeth.

“Maybe,” he said, sliding his hands under your shirt and pulling it over your head.

You grinded your hips into his, savoring the feeling of how hard he was- proof of the effect your words had on him.

“Captain?”

His hands had made their way to the clasp of your bra, snapping it off in one fluid motion.

You moved your shoulders so that the straps fell off of them and slid the bra off of your chest, letting it rest on his lap.

“Yes, my love?”

You could tell that he was struggling to contain his eagerness to have you. His breath both quickened and deepend, and his prior uncertainty had been replaced with that all too familiar animalism that informed you of what was going on inside that disorganized mess of a brain he had.

“Since it will be a while before we have a baby,” you said, leaning into him and starting to slide off your shorts, “Don’t you think we should get in some practice?”

The blood in Kidd’s body split in two, half of it rushing upward and the other half down. He grabbed you and not-so-gently laid you down onto the table in front of the chair you’d been occupying. He slid his pants down with one hand while he kissed you, his chest pressing against yours.

“Sweetheart,” he said, salivating at the sight of you, “Fuck everything I said. You’re getting a baby tonight.”

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squirrelbait02 · 6 months

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FIVE TIMES NANAMI WANTED TO PROPOSE BUT DIDN'T - NANAMI KENTO

✴︎ summary: nanami wanted to propose to you so many times - but it was never the right time, and then, there was no time left. ✴︎ contents: 18+ only, swearing, ANGST (major spoilers for jjk 120 (probably next week's episode, character death, exploration of grief, if you wish to avoid the major angst: stop reading after part 5), SMUT (fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), panty sniffing, semi public sex, nipple play, creampie, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms), pet names (love, sweetheart), happy ending (sort of?) ✴︎ wc: 10,121 (i have a problem) ✴︎ song: the archer - taylor swift (blame laney for this)

One.

The first time Kento Nanami wanted to propose to you shouldn’t count.

And it won’t because it was when he first met you — enrolled into Jujutsu Tech along with the other first years, he first laid his eyes on you at a welcome party that the soon to be menace to his sanity, Satoru Gojo, had organized. Well, he could thank Gojo for one thing it was introducing you to the room — because he may have had to find the words to ask you himself. And he didn’t know if that was possible with his tongue in knots.

But he managed to talk to you — mostly with Haibara leading the conversation. You were reserved, at first, but he saw the spark in your eyes whenever you spoke about something you were passionate about — reading was one, one thing you both shared a love for.

“Yeah hauling my books to Jujutsu Tech wasn’t an easy feat, I had to ask Geto-senpai to have some of his cursed spirits help me haul it up to my dorm,”

“By the way, you still owe me lunch for that,” Geto smirks as he slips past, and the flush that settles on your cheeks is one Nanami wanted to see — again and again.

“Aren’t the upperclassmen supposed to buy lunch?” You grumble, pouting as Gojo interjected himself, resting himself on your shoulder with his arm, making you jump.

“Not here, here the kouhais earn their keep,” he grins, tilting his glasses down, “can you?”

And Nanami opens his mouth to reply, irritation creeping over his senses, before you brush Gojo off, “I’ll buy you lunch, but next time, if that’s what it’s gonna cost me, I’m going to have you two haul my books by hand up those steps,” You stick out your tongue, before your arms curl around his and Haibara, “let’s have cake,” you smile at both of them, gaze lingering on Nanami, “and we can exchange book recommendations?”

That was the moment he wanted to propose — could see himself living in a home with you, filled with both of your books lining the walls of a personal library, but your living room as well. He could see himself falling asleep beside you as you read to him, your fingers carding through his hair.

But no, no, it was irrational, he chided himself, as he talked to you, his lips curled in a smile that had damned him from the moment he saw it. He just had met you — he had barely been ever moved by another person, much less fallen in love. And it shouldn’t happen this quickly — it only happened this quickly in books — not in real life.

But you — he watched you and Haibara chat and laugh — you were someone that might just be the thing of books.

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Two.

The second time he wanted to propose, he didn’t care to remember.

And he barely did.

He remembers the facts of the mission. It was supposed to be simple — exorcise a grade 2 curse, simple enough for him and Haibara to handle by themselves. Not that they had a choice. Jujutsu Tech’s resources were already far too spread thin — Gojo himself being sent all over Japan and even overseas to handle things himself that no one should be able to. But their mission? It should have been simple — dangerous still, but simple.

But nothing was simple when it came to curses.

He remembers sensing the curse — the manifestation had frozen him and Haibara for a moment — their bodies taut with fear and adrenaline — but they couldn’t move. Even as the cursed spirit screeched before them, he couldn’t articulate what was happening — it was supposed to be a grade 2, it was supposed to be a grade 2, but no — this was a grade 1.

And then it struck — Kento barely had enough time to react, but he did, pushing Haibara out of the way when it did.

He didn’t remember much after that.

He remembered the squelch of Haibara’s flesh, the blood seeping through his clothes, the way his body crumpled on the ground, and he remembered the next moment was the first time he landed a black flash — stunning the curse enough for him to grab Haibara and escape.

But not enough to save him.

Haibara had made him promise if anything had ever happened to him — he would make sure his sister wasn’t recruited to Jujutsu Tech. And he had to make the call to his family — he couldn’t bear the thought of some higher up taking advantage of their grief to manipulate another into their clutches.

No, he couldn’t let that happen.

And now he sat in the morgue with his body, towel covering his eyes — Geto had come and went — and now he sat waiting for the body to be examined and taken away to be burned. Burned to ash with nothing left — that was the way all sorcerers bodies were disposed of. It was if they never existed in the first place - pawns in a never ending war that would have them piled like corpses on a sacrificial pyre.

What was the point?

Haibara had always told him — if there was something only he could do, he would do it. And for him it was jujutsu — but wasn’t there something else? Something else for him to do that didn’t let him up like this? A body on a metal slab waiting to be incinerated. What was the point?

Was there even a point? People lived and people died. He had lived and Haibara died, but he didn’t know why. Why or how do people live one day and disappear the next? He had seen death before but not of someone so close — someone so precious to him. And the chaos was too much for him. To be killed by another’s twisted feelings manifested into a monster — it was almost poetic if it wasn’t so fucking tragic.

“Nanami?” And he pulls the towel from his eyes, and sees you — your eyes glassy and red tinged — tear streaks you didn’t hide well left on your face, “Nanami—“ and you don’t know what to do with yourself — as you come to him, hesitating, “can I—“

But he’s the one pulling you into his arms, nearly into his lap as his fingers dig into the fabric of your jacket, “I’m sorry — I’m so sorry I wasn’t there—“ your voice breaks, and it’s enough to break him — he hadn’t really cried, not around another person, but tears well at your words, as your fingers card through his hair.

“You have nothing to be sorry for — I’m the one—“ and his voice breaks in turn, as the words stuck in his mind going round and round, until they were nearly had shattered his sanity and skull along with it, “I’m the one who couldn’t save him,”

And you pull back to look at him with tear stained cheeks, “that’s not your fault, Nanami—“

“How is it not?” His words are laced with more venom that he wishes them to be, a little more bite than he wished to chew, and the hurt in your eyes was enough to make him regret speaking altogether, “I’m so—“

“No, it’s not your fault, Kento,” and his eyes find yours, your lips twisted in a frown, and your gaze unwavering, “I know a part of you knows that — knows that…Haibara’s death is nothing but a function of this shitty system we’ve been funneled into. Nothing more. Nothing less. And you know,” your voice grows softer, “you know Haibara wouldn’t want you blaming yourself for this. You know what he’d say?” You almost chuckle, “he’d tell you not to sweat it. To keep going. That you got it, right?”

He gives a terse chuckle in return, shaking his head, as his head tilts into your chest again, “How do we—“

“I don’t know,” you murmur, you don’t need him to say more, “I don’t know how we do this without him, but we have to. We have to for him,” and your hand cups his face, tilting his chin up so he looks up at you, “together?”

And he wants to ask you then — ask you to marry him. He doesn’t know when he would get a chance. You were the only thing that made his life make sense — the only thing that made him feel okay, feel safe, for once. He was so tired of never feeling that way. And he had just lost the one other person who made him feel that way.

He knew you wouldn’t say yes. You couldn’t. You were both so young still, still reeling from Haibara, still stuck in this system that could kill either of you at any time. But still…wasn’t that all the more reason to do it?

But as you pulled him into another tight hug, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer in the Jujutsu world. He couldn’t — he couldn’t take another loss like this. He didn’t know if he could bear it. But as his tears wet your jacket, surrounded by you — your scent, your soft breath, your warm presence — he would try.

He would try for you. And his eyes slid to Haibara’s body covered by a sheet — and for him.

~~~

Three.

“After graduation, I’m leaving,” it was a late night, a couple days before graduation that he told you. The soft pitter-patter of rain was the only thing heard from int the silence before he spoke. You laid on the foot of his bed, reading a book, while he sat cross legged at the head of it, his eyes fixed on you.

Your gaze lifts from your book, brow furrowed in confusion, “Leaving?”

“I can’t be a jujutsu sorcerer,” his words are as plain as always, “I can’t do it. I’m going to go to college and pursue some other line of study—“

And you sit up slowly, putting your book aside, and he expects protests, expects you to convince him otherwise, expects you to try and stop him, but all you ask is one question, “are you sure?”

It catches him by surprise — as you always seemed to. He could anticipate enemy attacks, analyze their next moves five steps ahead, plan three routes of escape, and even predict what garbage will come out of Satoru Gojo’s obscene mouth, but you — you always could surprise him.

“I am,” he finally answers softly, “this society is shit, you know that. And these past few years have shown me that the difference I make isn’t worth the toll it’s taking, especially when I’m not changing anything,”

“Kento, you do make a difference,” your fingers find his, intertwining with ease, such ease he can’t help but think that’s what it was meant for, “you do — even if you can’t see it, I just want you to know, you do. For the people you help, even if you don’t see them, for the other sorcerers you inspire, and for me,”

And he chuckles, “even you?” And you roll your eyes, pouting — the same pout that makes him want to lean over and kiss you until your lips are utterly ruined.

“Even me,” you toss a pillow at him, and he catches it with ease, and you scowl playfully, “y’know i’m gonna miss you, but I’m not gonna miss that,”

“What? My quick reflex—“ and you smack him with another pillow and giggle, the noise making his lips quirk into a smile even as you laughed at him, hands covering your lips.

“What was that, Mr. Ratio? Your quick—“ and he’s tossing a pillow right back smacking you in the face, making his lips curl in a rare grin (though not so rare when he was with you—“

And you pull the pillow off, your face grim, “Oh, it’s so on—“ you’re tossing a pillow, but it’s only a diversion as you lunge for him, assumedly to mess up his hair, but he’s caught you by the wrist, his other hand around your waist as he’s gotten you pinned to the bed.

Time stops.

He’s breathing heavily, and you are too — from the rise and fall of your chest, but he can hardly hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears. Your lips part as you look up at him — you’re dressed in your sleep clothes, a thin tank top and shorts — and it would be so easy to lean down, let his palm slide under his shirt. He sees your eyes flicker down his body the same — climbing back up before pausing at his lips.

It wasn’t a good idea. He was leaving. You both were graduating. Who knows when he would see you again — yet, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Not when this is what he wanted for so long, when he wanted you for so long. But maybe he should — maybe it would be easier, he couldn’t ask you to leave Jujutsu Tech. Just as you couldn’t ask him to stay. He knew you would stay to honor Haibara’s memory, to carry on his legacy — the one thing sorcerers could do for their fallen comrades.

Sometimes the only thing.

And sometimes it was the only thing they couldn’t do.

“Kento—“ your voice pulls him from his reverie, as your fingers brush against his cheek, “are you going to hover over me forever, let me go, or…” and your teeth graze your lip, “are you going to kiss me?”

And he’s blinking, cheeks most assuredly flushing, as your fingers graze the back of his neck, and his mouth is dry, as he looks down on you.

But he doesn’t need to asked twice, as he leans even closer, delighting in how your breath catches, looming over him, “do you want me to kiss you?” And the telltale quirk of his lips makes you gape at him, drawing a laugh from him.

“I hate you,” you murmur, as his lips finally brush yours, swallowing those playfully bitter words with them — and your lips are even softer than he imagined, your fingers settling themselves on the back of his neck, brushing the hair that rested there.

And when he pulls away; his heart squeezes at the sight of your kiss ruined lips parted as you pant slightly, eyes fluttering open to look up at him as if to ask why did you stop? And he can’t help but smile.

“It’s too bad because I love you—“ the words slip from his mouth — but he doesn’t regret it. How can he? When he might not get another chance.

And he thinks his heart will stop at your silence again, the pitter-patter of raindrops ringing in his ears again, before your lips finally curl.

“You love me, huh?” You’re leaning up and kissing him, lips finding his again and again — and how is it that he’s already addicted? You taste like honey, and sunshine, and something headier — sending heat warmer than liquor throughout his body that only made him crave more of you, and you finally pull away, and you’re smiling, “good thing I love you too,”

And he can’t believe his ears, he can’t believe you love him too — all these years he thought it was one-sided, that he was deluding himself with all the times your fingers found his, your eyes met across a classroom with a smile, and the times he found himself falling asleep next to you all those nights neither of you wanted to be asleep, your arm curled around his.

But you did. You loved him. And he loved you.

And as your lips met again, he knew, he knew he still couldn’t ask you. Couldn’t ask you because he knew you maybe wouldn’t say no — and he couldn’t ask that of you. Not when it wasn’t what you wanted. Not when he knew you could do the good he couldn’t bring himself to do. And you would — because you were the best person he knows.

He loves you. And therefore he had to let you go.

But — as he lingered over you on his bed, his body hovering over his as he dragged his thumb over your red, puffy lips, before leaning down for another kiss —

He didn’t have to let you go this second.

~~~~

Four.

It’s years before he sees you again.

It wasn’t purposeful. Not exactly anyway.

It was just easier. Easier not to have to think of you still at the place he once was. Still fighting the same curses he would have been fighting with you. Still risking your life day in and day out. While he…he only had money to worry about. To think about. To obsess about.

Money. Money. Money. Money.

How was this somehow shittier than what the jujutsu world? He had considered going into a more humanitarian profession, but when his goal was to retire early, why waste time? If he wanted to help people…he glances at his phone — the one vice he allowed himself, a picture of you that you had sent him when you got promoted to Grade 1 saved as his screensaver — he could have stayed by your side.

No, he wanted to retire. Find himself a nice place to retire to — he hadn’t decided the exact location yet. Somewhere peaceful. With nothing but beaches and sky and sand and books for him to read, to reclaim his life page by page. But to get there — he had to slop through this shit work — making the rich richer.

The same in the jujutsu world, and the same here as well.

And it was one day after he had exorcised a curse from his favorite bakery’s worker, he had felt anything good — anything remotely good — in far too long. Your words rang in his ears — you make a difference.

Was he making a difference by lining the pockets of the rich? Maybe his sorcery wouldn’t change the world, move minds or hearts, pivot the course of history — but maybe he could have his own impact. And not feel like complete shit when he woke up every morning.

And he wouldn’t — he knew he wouldn’t — if he could just see you smile again. Even if he could just see you again. He pulls out his phone, staring at your picture. And maybe…maybe even more.

“Hello, Gojo? I’d like to return to Jujutsu Tech,” and he hears laughter on the other end, “why are you laughing?”

“Kento?” You drop the pen you’re holding, as he steps into your office. And your lips are parted in surprise, your eyes fixed on his, “what are you—“

“I’m coming back, to Jujutsu Tech, I’m going to be a sorcerer again,” and he knows what you’ll ask, he knows you’re going to ask why — you’re going to ask him if he’s sure. And he doesn’t know how to tell you except by saying it’s because of you.

But you don’t say anything, your chair screeches back as you get up, clattering backwards and suddenly as you’re running into his arms. Your face is buried in his chest, and he can feel the tears against his shirt, and his arms curl around you, fingers running through your hair, “I missed you so much,” you murmur, and then you look up at him, fingers tracing his cheeks, gingerly moving his glasses away, “you look tired,”

“I am, but I’m better now,” he’s murmuring — and how is it that you send him right back to where he started, right back to where you always send him. It doesn’t even take a touch — only a glance, a whiff, a second — “I missed you too,” he adds, “a lot,”

And you push him playfully, pouting up at him, “Could have fooled me. You barely ever called or texted me all these years. You talked more to Gojo than you did me,”

“That’s only because that flippant idiot won’t stop calling until I pick up,” he grumbles — Gojo was the last thing he wanted to talk about in his moment — his fingers caress your cheek, tracing the line of your cheekbone, “I wanted to talk to you — I did, I just, I knew if I talked to you, I might say something I’d regret,”

“And what would you regret saying to me?” You raise an eyebrow, and his eyes are sliding away from him.

Asking you to come see him, asking you to leave Jujutsu Tech for him, asking you to be with him — every question that he wanted to ask, but never could.

“It’s not important—” and your hand cups his cheek guiding his eyes back to yours, and he knew you weren’t going to let this go, “If I talked to you, I knew it would end one of three ways — one, I’d ask you to leave Jujutsu Tech; two, I’d come back to Jujutsu Tech; or three, you’d ask me one of these yourself — but I knew I couldn’t do that,”

And your brows knit together, “Why not?”

“Because it had to be our own decision — I couldn’t leave and you couldn’t leave, just because the other asked,” he murmurs, his gaze softening, “it wouldn’t be fair to either of us — or the other — to feel like the only reason we’re together was because of guilt or want for the other, not for ourselves,”

You consider his words for a moment, “I would have left if you asked me,”

“I know, and I would have come back if you had,”

“But we didn’t,” and your fingers cup his face, “you remember what I said to you that night that we kissed?”

And he swallows the lump in his throat, his heart rattling against his chest, “You said, you didn’t want to go further because it would only hurt more when we had to go our separate ways,” and your hand slides up his chest slowly, the other already resting against his neck, and his find their way to you — one hand holding your waist and the other cupping your cheek, “but we’re not separate anymore, are we?”

“I hope the wait was worth it,” you smile, as both close the gap, lips meeting again and again — and you taste the same, but even better somehow — and he’s only pulling you closer, lips curled in a smile so wide that he hadn’t felt in so long, so long.

“Always, when it's you,” he murmurs against your lips, before his lips begin to trail kisses down your jaw and then your neck, his teeth brushing against your pulse, pulling a gasp from your lips, “good girl,” And he feels your knees buckle against his and he’s walking you backwards into the edge of your desk, “is anyone left on campus?” and you’re shaking your head, your eyes flitting to the door, as he makes you sit on your desk, thighs parted for him to settle between.

“The door—”

“Locked,” he replies, drawing back only a moment to take in the image before him — your lips red and ruined, chest rising and falling as you look disheveled at best, sexed at worst, and your eyes — your eyes swirled with lust, half lidded and desperate for his touch— “didn’t want any interruptions,”

Just as he was.

His fingers draw up a strand of your hair and kisses it, and your lips part, “Kento, please—”

“Please, what, my love?” his voice is low and teasing, as his fingers peel back your jacket, pulling it off your shoulders, “you’re going to have to be more specific,” his lips find your neck, soft, wet kisses that has your body leaning into his, “I’m not a mind reader,”

“But you are a tease,” you pout, and he only smiles, leaning down to do the thing he always wanted to — he kisses the pout off your lips, moaning lightly when your lips part for his tongue, his hands dragging down your sides, as your fingers loosen his tie, “I think you will be doing overtime with me today, Nanami-Sensei,”

And he grunts, as your fingers free him of his tie, joining your jacket on the floor, “I’m not going to be a teacher, just a sorcerer,” his teeth graze right under your chin, nibbling, “so you’re the only sensei here — are you going to teach me what you’ve learned the last few years?”

And you toy with the top button of his blue button-up, “Oh, I’ll teach you, Kento,” and you’re starting to undo his buttons, as he busies himself undoing yours, “the question is whether you can handle it,”

“Beautiful,” he murmurs in reverence, and his fingers finally undo the buttons, sliding your shirt off your shoulders, eyes raking over your chest — sharp blue gaze lingering on the erect nipples poking through the fabric for your bra, “You’ve always been the one thing I can’t handle,” his mouth leans down, closing around one clothed nipple, while he teased the other with his fingers, and he delights in your gasp, the noise sending heat right down to his already aching cock, “but I’m willing to try, my love,”

“You still love me?” You murmur, as he shrugs off his own shirt, perfect abs teasing into a v-line, all this muscle hidden under his business attire — and you knew he still must work out, and he did. He did in case he ever needed to come back — come back for you.

“Who says I ever stopped?” His nose buried in the nape of your neck now, as his fingers teasingly snap the strap of your bra, “you smell so good, so perfect,” and his fingers undo your bra and it joins the pile of clothes growing on the floor, “there wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you — a night that i didn’t dream of you, that I didn’t want you,”

“Kento—“ you whimper, as he tugs at your skirt, a quick glance for your nod, and he slides it down your legs, bunching at your ankles until you kick it off. Your cheeks burn as he’s kissing your way down your body, his mouth teasing the other nipple he had neglected, trailing hot kisses down your stomach, until he reaches the fabric of your panties, “I need—“

“Been wanting to taste this for so long,” and he’s kneeling between your parted thighs, still calloused fingers parting your plush flesh, tongue flicking over his dry lips at the sight of the dark wet patch at the crotch of your underwear. And you look down at him, eyes glazed over with unadulterated lust that is almost enough to have him cumming in his pants, “so sweet,” he’s murmuring as he noses your clothes cunt, and you jerk, as he pulls the crotch aside, “wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell,”

“Kento—“ and his tongue drags over the length of your dripping cunt, nose bumping against your clit, as your thighs curl around him, pulling him closer, closer — “fuck—“

“Such a filthy mouth,” he tuts, smiling against your cunt as his tongue teases your folds, “almost as filthy as you are down here,” and his finger begins to part your walls, making your thighs shake and quake, his lips close around your clit, sucking.

You’re a mess of moans and pants, hips grinding against his touch, as one hand tries to muffle your moans, the other is curled in his blonde locks, “taste even better than I imagined — just f’me, only for me,” You’re so close, as he parts your folds with another finger, sinking knuckle deep, as his fingers brush against that one spot that has you parting your lips in a silent moan, head thrown back — and the heat deep in your stomach is going to snap.

KNOCK KNOCK.

You both freeze, your cunt jerking around his fingers, as you bite your lip — maybe if you’re silent, they’ll go away— but Kento clicks his tongue, a smile on his glossy cum covered lips, mouthing, “Speak,” and you gape at him, chest still heaving, as you shake your head, before he’s curling his fingers just right.

Fucker.

You hear Gojo’s voice, calling your name, “You in there?”

You swallow thickly, meeting Kento’s gaze — he’s not backing down, “Yeah, sorry I’m in the middle of something — do you need something?”

“I was just wondering if you heard from a certain salaryman, or should I say, ex-salaryman?” the very one that was burying his face back in your still sensitive pussy, slurping and licking, despite Gojo being right outside.

You have to bite back your moans, swallowing them as you speak, “You mean Nana—ah—mi?” And you feel the very same sorcerer smirk against your abused cunt, a third finger finding its way inside you, “ha-haven’t heard from him, and what do mean ‘ex?’”

You do your best at acting, but it’s hard when his mouth closes around your clit, sucking hard, as your fingers curl in his hair, biting your lip so hard, as he fucks your pussy in earnest with his fingers — how can Gojo not hear the nasty squelch of your cunt?

“He left his job. He’s coming back to Jujutsu Tech,” and he takes a beat, “I’ll take my leave,” and he chuckles, “have fun you two, and Nanami?” You feel your face flush, “don’t be too rough with her — we need our best teacher available to teach tomorrow,”

You hear his laugh all the way down the hall, and you’re covering your face — those fucking six eyes — but Kento’s tugging your hands away, “Pay attention to the one who’s filling you, love,” and he’s burying his face in your cunt, fucking you even harder — hitting that spot over and over, until you cum, back arching, as he’s pulling his fingers out to lap up the slick dripping from you, “delicious,” he murmurs, kissing your still sensitive clit, before he’s looking up at you — all fucked out, your chest rising and falling with every pant, your lips kiss ruined red — “and so beautiful,”

His licks his lips clean of your cum, wiping the rest with the back of his hand, as he rises to your feet, “Kento, please,” you’re murmuring, his hands slide over your body, squeezing your hips, “I need you,”

“What do you need—“ and his words are cut off by your fingers reaching for his buckle, the clink of the metal as you undid it, along with the button, tugging his pants and boxers down.

He hisses as his too sensitive dick slaps his stomach, your lips parting, eyes in a trance, “So pretty, Kento,” your fingers traces one of his veins to his already leaking tip, “and so fucking big,” you murmur, teasing the bead of precum on his slit, making him groan, “can’t wait to have this inside me — been waiting ten years,”

And he’s sliding your hand away, pressing his hips flush to yours, as your legs wrap around his waist, “That long huh?” And his lips find yours again, letting you taste yourself, “and I thought I was the only one pining,”

“So you admit you were pining for me?” And he laughs, as you smile up at him — like all the times he had hoped you would — “I had a crush from almost the moment I met you,”

“You could have fooled me,” he presses kisses up and down your jaw, drawing a moan from both of you as he teases your puffy clit with his aching tip, “I thought you had a crush on Geto,” and you scoff.

“Geto? So you were jealous of him — that’s why you always had that sour look whenever I studied with him,” you grin even wider, “well you had nothing to worry about - I had a crush on very gloomy boy and no one else ever caught my eye,”

And he softly smiles, and it seems to ebb away the years — the trauma and the tiredness — and left only him, your Kento.

“Is that right?” He asks before kissing you again, his fingers finding the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, as you moaned, muffled by his mouth, “I want—“

“I know, me too, please — don’t keep me waiting any longer,” and how could he refuse a request like that?

He’s sinking into you, thick cock parting your dripping folds until he hilts himself fully in you, his fingers digging your hips — and you’re so full, too full. And you’re perfect — perfect walls wrapped around him, so warm and so tight — it’s enough for him to neatly blow his load then and there.

But he can’t, can’t when he’s waited this long to do this. You’re whimpering, “S’good, Kento, too good,” your walls flutter around him as his hips shift lightly, “please, please move—“ his hands find your legs, lifting them higher to find a better angle, fingers digging into your soft thighs.

And his hips slowly thrust into you, edging you with his shallow thrusts, and you’re whining, “Kento—“

“Look at the mess you’re making all over your desk,” he’s guiding your gaze with two fingers on your chin, making you watch where his cock is sunk into you, “taking me so well, practically swallowing me, good fuckin’ girl,” he grunts, “want it harder? Want me to fuck you?”

Your desk is already creaking under your weights and the movements, you’re nodding wordlessly, lips parted, “Kento, please, I need—“ and you watched his cock pull out only to slam back in. Your head falls back, moaning his name again and again.

The squelch of your cunt rang in his ears over and over, as he grunts, barely keeping himself from cumming, especially when you begin to roll your hips into him, “You’re so pretty, and all mine — just mine,” and his lips find yours again, just as your walls flutter at his words, “like that? Like it when I claim you, love with my cock fucking you?” And his vulgar words only makes you tighter, and he grunts, “‘m close, sweetheart,”

“Me too—g’nna cum—“ and his dick reaches that spot right as his thumb bears down on your clit, teasing it in circles, until you’re moaning his name as you cum. Your walls clamp down, soaking his cock, a white ring of cum around his base as he fucks you through your orgasm.

His eyes meet yours as you do, watching your high overcome you, twitching and moaning — and he doesn’t last much longer. His hips stutter against you in shallow thrusts until he’s notching himself deep inside, groaning as he cums, hot seed painting your walls white.

“So perfect,” he murmurs, as he kisses your sweat slicked forehead, “so good,” and he’s grunting as he pulls out, watching your mixed releases trickle out, leaking all over your desk and onto the floor. He drags his cock over your weeping cunt, watching it flutter around nothing.

“Kento,” you murmur, gazing up at him, utterly blissed out as your lips curl, your legs slipping off his waist as he settles down on your desk, “I love you,”

And his heart squeezes — is he dreaming? He must be dreaming — because nothing in his life has ever been so good. So wonderful. So perfect. It didn’t happen for him — it never happened for him.

“I love you too,” he murmurs reverently, his fingers trailing over your jaw, “so much — you don’t know how much, darling,”

“Think you can quantify it for me, Mr. Salaryman?” And he snorts, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t call me that,” he kisses your neck — you smelled so good, were you real?

“Then what should I call you?”

And he wanted to ask you then — ask you to call him your husband, to marry you, to buy that ring he had looked at from time to time when he thought about marrying you. But you just found your way back to each other — hell, he had just slept with you in your office, not even a bed. It was too soon, but — his lips curled — he was closer than he had ever been before. And he wouldn’t wait, he wouldn’t hesitate, not when it was you. He wouldn’t let you slip through his fingers.

He smiles, “Just call me yours.”

~~~~

Five.

Today was the day.

He was finally going to ask. That’s what he thought when he looked at you, still in bed, bathed in the dappled sunlight let in by his parted curtains. You were still fast asleep beside him, body curled up so your body was pressed against him. He ran his fingers through your hair gently not to wake you, “I love you,” he murmurs, as opens his bedside drawer, pulling a ring box and notecard from it — and he stares at it.

He’d ask you. He would ask you to marry him — finally take you on that vacation to Malaysia you both had talked about for too long, read all the books you both had put off, and lounge on the beach — and do much more in your hotel room. And then maybe, maybe he could ask you to retire from jujutsu.

He had always promised himself, promised that he wouldn’t be a sorcerer when he got married. He couldn’t bear the thought of leaving a family behind to mourn him — but even more than that, he couldn’t bear the thought to lose you, to call you his wife, call you his soulmate — and have you fall away from him.

He would rather be the one to die.

But this way — he rises, grabbing his clothes for the day, and slipping the ring and the note into his coat pocket — neither of you would have to worry about losing the other. At least to a curse.

“Where are we going?” You giggle as he drags you along the street, packed with people, more than usual. He keeps you close, an arm wrapped around you, especially for a Wednesday evening. What date was it? He had seemingly lost track of everything he had planned.

“It’s Halloween,” you remind him without him asking the question, “explains all costumed people and the packed streets — we should definitely avoid Shibuya — the crowds there would be insane,”

“How’d you know—“ and you tap his forehead with a smile.

“I could see your gears grinding, Kento,” you smile, resting your head against his shoulder, “and it’s just like you to forget it’s Halloween,”

“Is it?” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “well good thing I have you to remind me,”

“Very good thing, and I have you to remind me about everything else,” and he nods, and you elbow him, “you don’t have to remind me of that much!”

“You were leaving the house yesterday and you forgot your wallet, keys, and purse — you almost forgot to put on shoes—“ and you’re covering his mouth his your hand.

“How about you remind me about where we’re going?” And he smiles against your hand, before kissing it gently, pulling it from his lips and kissing the back of your hand as well, making you flush.

“Why ruin the surprise—” and then both of your phones ring — the two of you share a dark look, glancing at your phones and seeing the same message — Emergency: veil has fallen over certain areas of Shibuya. All available sorcerers report.

“I guess we are going to Shibuya,” you sigh, running your fingers through your hair, “we should—”

“We should stop by the apartment — we both left all our equipment there and I need to change,” and you nod, as his fingers toy with the ring box in his pocket, a sigh stuck in his throat. When will he ever get the chance to do this right? Finally, he had worked up the nerve and this—this had to happen.

“Hey,” you cup his cheek, a soft smile on your face, “I’m sorry our plans are falling through, and just when I was going to make you give up this secret surprise,”

His lips curl, as his arm pulls you even closer, “I don’t recall agreeing to give up any secrets,” and you lean up and kiss him, soft and sweet quickly turning heady — neither of you were ones for public displays — but for some reason, it just felt right. And you part, breath warming his lips with a wide grin.

“Oh, you would have,” and he laughs, squeezing your hips, as he rests his forehead against yours, “We’ll pick this up right after we deal with this problem.”

He nodded, leaning down to kiss you again and again, his fingers still toying with the box in his pocket. And he wanted to ask right then, just drop to his knee in the middle of this packed street full of costumed weirdos and freaks, mission be damned, jujutsu be damned — but he didn’t want to do it like this.

He wanted it to be a time where both of you were safe, where you could celebrate without the fear of danger beating down your necks, where he could talk to you, hold you, kiss you — without fear it would be the last. Because he always wondered when it would be the last. But it wouldn’t be — he’d do anything to make it back, to finally take that step with you, the one he’d been waiting for over ten years to take. Take that vacation you both wanted with his ring on your finger, and retirement from Jujutsu around the corner.

And he squeezes your hand, “Promise?” and you lean into him, pulling him along the street back to your shared apartment.

“Promise.”

~~~

He wouldn’t be able to keep his promise.

That’s what kept repeating in his mind with every step he took. He couldn’t really feel much — not anymore. That special grade curse had burned him — burned half of his body to a crisp, he could barely smell the burning flesh anymore. All he could do was keep moving. Moving. Moving. Moving.

But he didn’t want to move anymore — he was tired. So tired. He couldn’t feel much, but he could feel the weight of having to keep going, even if he didn’t want to.

And now, he stands before a swarm of…curses? Transfigured humans? He didn’t know — he could barely see at this point out of his one remaining eye — he could barely keep it open, still drooping even as the monsters loomed before him.

“Malaysia…Yeah, Malaysia…Kuantan would have been nice,” the recommendation he had gotten from Mei Mei when trying to decide on a vacation for you and him to take — who better to ask than the woman with all the time and money in the world, a little brother who’d take her anywhere she wished. You both had settled on Malaysia, still panning out the details of when, but he had planned to surprise you with open ended tickets for the both of you — paid extra for them, in case something came up.

He almost chuckles. Something always came up.

Maybe if you both had liked it enough, he’d have a private home built for the two of you — with the little library nook you always dreamed of having, finally getting around to reading the countless books you both had bought and never read, go through page by page and take back the time you both have lost.

But right now each step felt like an eternity as he walked.

Where was he going again? Oh yes, to help Fushiguro. And what about Naobito and Maki? What had happened to them? There wasn’t much he could do about that.

Tired. He was so tired. I’ve done enough, haven’t I?

Hadn’t he done enough? He thought he had done enough when he left — left it all behind like a nightmare he didn’t care to revisit. Left the loss, the pain, the anger — the curses really — all behind him, in exchange for another set — greed, money, power. What was really the best option? Had he made the right choice?

But then he thought about you.

Your smiles, your touch, your kisses, your laughs — all the times he spent with you — slow mornings spent reading the paper together over coffee and toast from the bakery you always went out of your way to buy his favorites from; lazy evenings spent watching movies or reading, your legs intertwined as you did, his arm around your shoulders, until you plucked the book from his fingers made it so you were only thing his eyes were on; and sleepless but perfect nights spent in each other’s arms. The many times he wanted to ask you — the one question he never got to ask you still burned on the tip of his tongue like a curse unspoken, and he knew if he spoke it now, it would be one.

And so he did what he did best, he dispatched the curses, quick and easy. And his lips curled despite himself — at the thought of you. He could almost feel your lips on his still from earlier, the sweet scent of you instead of the smell of blood or burning flesh, he could almost see you too.

A hand rested on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

Mahito stared back at him.

Oh. Oh.

It was over.

I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry I can’t keep my promise. I’m sorry I can’t propose. I’m sorry I can’t marry you. I’m sorry I can’t have the life we wanted. I’m sorry I came back only to leave you with the worst curse of them all.

“I didn’t know you were here,” Nanami says, staring back at the curse — and it reminds of that time — that time Mahito had him in his domain, he truly had resigned himself to death. Resigned himself to die — and then Itadori had come crashing in, crashing in as he did his life, saving him. Saving him by not only by his very existence as Sukuna’s vessel, but by just his sheer strength.

That kid had really grown on him — he didn’t want him to. Not when he had the same positivity, the same smile, the same kindness…as Haibara. It was illogical. He wasn’t Haibara — he was Sukuna’s vessel, and he wouldn’t acknowledge him, he wouldn’t until he proved himself. But he’d protect him, and he would do what he could. Because being a child isn’t a sin — but perhaps, being a jujutsu sorcerer is one.

“Yup. The whole time,” Mahito replies, lips upturned in a slight smile, “Wanna chat? We go way back, after all,”

Nanami’s eyes shift to the floor, the muddied and bloodied tiles underneath his feet — he didn’t care to divulge his deepest feelings to a curse. There were only two people he could talk to about this — and one of them, he supposed, was now closer to his being than the other.

Haibara, what the hell was I trying to do? He asks in his mind, not even daring to say the words aloud, I ran. Even though I ran away, I came back with the vague reason of finding the work worthwhile.

And then he sees him. Haibara appears in front of him, patented smile on his lips, as he points south — points right at—

“Itadori,” Mahito says, his eyes narrowing.

“Nanamin!” his eyes wide as he takes in his state — oh, he had hoped no one would see him like this, much less Yuji. He had already been through so much, so young — hell, he had already died once. He didn’t deserve to see this. He didn’t deserve to grow up like this — to have his youth ripped away. But, did any of them deserve it?

It was a marathon, a marathon that they found themselves in that headed only towards a pile of corpses — but each time, they had to pass the baton before they stopped.

Could he finally stop?

He had dropped his baton so long ago, dropped and left the track, but he knew it would be picked up by another and another and another — but it was his baton, his baton that Haibara had handed him before he died in his arms.

No, Haibara. That’s not right. I can’t say that to him. It’ll just end up becoming a curse for him.

But it’s a curse every jujutsu sorcerer had to bear — made to bear until there were either no curses or no sorcerers left.

But he couldn’t regret it now.

“Itadori,” his lips curl, smiling for the last time, “you’ve got it from here.”

He couldn’t keep his promise to you — but he kept his one to Haibara.

And you’d pay the price.

~~~

This wasn’t real. Was it?

You stood outside your shared apartment with Kento. Finally a stop to the fighting for a month for everyone to train — enough time for you to retrieve some cursed weapons you had left behind — not knowing the fight would drag on for this long. You had considering sending someone — maybe not Ijichi but someone else to retrieve them, but right now, you couldn’t bear the thought of someone else rifling through Kento’s things. Moving the things that he had placed just so — the last remnants of his life, the marks he left that proved he was there, that he lived — that he had lived.

Lived. Past tense. And now you were still living — living in a world without him.

You inserted your key and turned the lock, opening the door. And it did, just like it had every day. Each day you’d open it — sometimes before Kento, other days after — but each time, there was always a meal Kento had prepped or bought waiting for you.

And this was the first time that there wasn’t.

Not only a meal — there was no one waiting for you. Not here.

You closed the door behind you — no longer a home, just an apartment. You needed to remember the things you needed, your mind was nowhere to be found, and fled the country when you had heard the news. You didn’t cry. Not at first.

Yuji was the one to tell you. He shouldn’t have been the one to see it. You knew it haunted his dreams, you knew he blamed himself, you knew — because Kento had done the same. So you hugged him, let him cry silently into your shirt, comforted him the best you could — because you knew that’s what Kento would have wanted.

He loved Yuji — he loved Ino too, and the other students all held a special place for him, but Yuji — Yuji was a special case. You knew that from the moment he had spoken about him.

“Gojo wants me to mentor Sukuna’s vessel,” he told you one night in bed, having returned from a mission and having a drink with Gojo — not a real drink, Kento had clarified, since it had no alcohol in it — but a drink nonetheless.

“He has a name, Kento. Itadori. He’s sweet,” you smile, you had met him and all the other first years from teaching, “he’s a good kid — very new to all of this, but he has a good heart and some good skills under his belt.”

“A vessel for the ticking time bomb has a good heart? Glad to hear it,” he sighs, running his hands through his hair, “I don’t know — he was a normal kid two minutes ago, and now he’s running around with Gojo feeding him Sukuna’s fingers every second,” he leans back against the headrest, “what am I supposed to make of this? I’m not even a teacher,”

“And what have you been doing with Ino?” you raise an eyebrow, “that kid is constantly after you, dogging your every step — he looks up to you. “And I know a lot of the other students do too, the ones that know you,”

“It’s—”

“You should do this. It would be good for you,” and he’s hesitating, “Yuji needs a sorcerer to guide him — teach him the basics that Gojo has neglected to do, and show him how a proper jujutsu sorcerer who isn’t…a special case like Gojo, operates.”

Kento’s lips curl, “You know you can call him a moron,”

“Why call him that when I have you to call him that for me?” you snort, “now what do you say?”

And he eventually agreed — and it was the best decision for him. It gave him more purpose, more drive — he seemed even more fulfilled — the most you had seen him professionally fulfilled in quite some time.

“You got it from here.”

His last words to Yuji. You almost have to scoff at the poeticness of it all — the same words Haibara had told him. The ones he hadn’t told you for nearly a decade, until one night he had told you what he said.

“And why didn’t you leave any words for me, Kento?” you ask the empty apartment before you, “for so long, we didn’t have each other — we couldn’t. And we finally find our way back, we finally do all the things we said we would — you’re gone, again,” your voice breaks, “I wish, I wish you were here. I wish I could see you. I wish—” and you break off.

There’s no point for wishing for things that can’t happen. You had things to do, and little time to waste. You needed to get stronger too. You needed to be useful. You needed to fight. You couldn’t tarnish Kento’s memory, or — you look at a picture that you had taken of him and Yuji a few days before outside a convenience store you had stopped by after a mission — his legacy.

You searched for the things you needed, placing them in cloth bags and then paper bags for easy and inconspicuous transport, but you needed to label them. You searched your apartment for a pen — but apparently you had misplaced every single one that you had — where the hell were all the pens? A question you’d usually ask Kento and he’d produce one from thin air. No matter what you lost or what you needed — he had it.

He always had it.

If he did always have what you needed, then maybe…you walk into the bedroom, over to his nightstand — he often kept a notebook for thoughts and notes in his bedside table so maybe—-

And there it was — a pen, but it wasn’t the pen that made you pause — it was the two things beside it.

A notecard and a ring box.

A ring box.

Your hands shake, and you almost want to close the drawer. Forget you say anything. Continue with the work you’re doing. It would hurt less.

But you can’t. You can’t.

You reach for the notecard first, fingers shaking as you gingerly pick it up — and you can tell this wasn’t the first he had written on. You could see the indentations from his pen, this card underneath the others as he had wrote. But his handwriting was neat, yet messy at the same time — his patented half print, half cursive scrawl that he hadn’t left.

Your legs buckle and you sit down on the edge of the bed — the side he used to sleep on, his arm wrapped around your waist, face buried in your back, his lips brushing against your skin when he finally stirred. And now it was empty.

My love, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to ask you this. I’ve thought of ways to ask for years — I had to write it down just so I didn’t mince my words or ramble — you know I’m not one to drag out conversations. I love you. I’ve always loved you from the moment I met you — I know you’d tease me for pining for you, but I did pine for you and I’ve pined for you every second we’re apart. The other times I’ve wanted to ask you, the timing never worked out. But we have the time now, don’t we? Will you do me the honor of being your husband? I’ll spend every second making you happy, because that’s what you deserve, sweetheart. Only the best.

And your tears splatter against the corner of the card, before you put it down, as you let your sobs overcome you, screams you didn’t know you were capable of making— you didn’t even realize it was you, until your throat began to ache.

Why? Why? Why?

It wasn’t real, this wasn’t happening.

And your fingers reach for the ring box now, opening it only to feel more tears well — it was the ring you had showed him. One you had showed him one late night when it had showed up somewhere or another — you hadn’t even thought about the ring again. Until now.

You can’t bear to touch it. You can’t. Not when he wasn’t there to pull it from its box and slip it onto your finger. And he never would be. Not until you saw him again — one way or another.

You snap the box closed, tears slipping down your cheeks as you placed the box and card back into the drawer — noticing something else underneath — a printout? And you pull the papers out, scanning it.

You almost sob. A trip to Kuantan, Malaysia. The trip you two had talked about for months, but never had gone on. The trip was more for Kento than it was for you — and it was for you, in a way, because what you wanted the most was to just be with him. Time was all you wished for with him — all you wanted — but you knew you could have spent every moment with him for the last ten years and it wouldn’t have been enough.

It would never have been enough.

“I miss you,” you speak to the ghosts that fill your mind and haunt your dreams — Kento and Yu, “I hope you’re at peace. I hope you’re lying on a beach somewhere, reading the books you wanted to read, drinking an expensive drink, and eating the bread you love — I promise, I’ll find my way to you, someday,”

And you place the things back in the drawer, and shut it.

For now, you had other things to do. Other people to protect, other curses to exorcise. But — you stare at the picture of the two of you on your nightstand — his love was the one curse you could never give up.

Many months later.

You take that vacation he wanted. Packing the books he always wanted to read. Pocketing the ring he wanted to propose to you with. You’d pack a few shirts of his to wear on the beach, and maybe he would be lying beside you in spirit. You would find that beach he wanted to take you to — the one he had written down and had looked up several times while booking your trip.

You kept the seat beside you on the plane empty but you ordered a glass of wine and a sandwich for him regardless. You know you would have ended up ordering because he likely would have fallen asleep — old man he always was. And if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was sitting in the seat beside you.

He wasn’t dead. Not really, you think as you sit in the beach in one of his deep blue button ups thrown over your swimsuit, reading one of his books page by page, taking back the time that was stolen from him with your own — minutes and hours and days you’d wish you could take off your own and give to him.

He was alive, he was alive as long as you were, as long as the people who he was important to were alive. And he was alive — alive in your head and your heart and your very soul.

You read his proposal aloud as the sun sets, tears slipping down your face as you slip his ring onto your finger. And there it would stay.

Stayed all the seconds, minutes, hours, days, and years you lived -- lived in the house you built in Malaysia when all was said and done for you in the jujutsu world, just as Kento had wanted. Stayed until you finally saw him again. Saw him standing beside Haibara, softly smiling behind him, as your eyes fluttered open as he greeted you. Lips curled in that same smile that damned you from the moment you saw it.

“Don’t keep me waiting, love,” he smiles, the same words you had said to him, “we’ve both waited long enough, haven’t we?”

But neither of you had to wait anymore — as you run into his arms, warm and made of flesh and blood and real, so real — you had forever now.

✴︎ a/n: first, i'm so sorry lol. i don't know how the spirit of gege possessed me but i decided to inflict some pain. i have to thank @laneysmusings for proofing this for me and having to endure this pain. I also want to credit @/tempenensis for their post on haibara / jjk 120 that helped inspire/inform the third to last scene (but they don't like self-insert so i am not gonna tag them, but you should check out their tumblr!

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