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Shanks who is so in love with you but doesn’t want to tell you. He’s a pirate captain, he could die at any moment, and he doesn’t want to leave you with that pain if he does.
Shanks who always has an arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. He likes the way you feel against him, but he still won’t tell you that he loves you.
Not even when you pull him close and dance with him to no music and then kiss him once, softly on the lips.
Not a lot scares him, he’s Red Haired Shanks, after all. But you do; his feelings for you do. He wonders if one day he’ll accidentally get you killed, or if he’ll die in some stupid battle instead.
But then, you lay with him in his bed, head buried into his neck and the words want to force their way out of his chest, to make themselves known to the universe and to you so you don’t have to keep saying “I love you” with no answer.
At the moment, you’re tracing shapes into his shoulder, humming to yourself some song you heard the crew singing earlier. He’s so content that the words just slip out, doesn’t even register that he’s said them. You do tho, if the way you sit up so fast you roll out of bed is any indication.
“Say that again.” You demand, eyes wide.
He’s still groggy when he sits up. “Huh?”
“You said you loved me.”
And he sits with that information for a moment. The sky didn’t fall, a hole didn’t open up underneath the ship. You’re still here and he still loves you.
“I love you.” Shanks says again.
Your grin is so wide he doesn’t know how your cheeks don’t hurt, but you kiss him all the same and he decides to spend the rest of the day in bed with you, if only to say the words over and over.
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Keep my Hand in Yours
Sanji x gn! Reader
wc: 1k
Warnings: angst, post wci, wci spoilers(obvs) angst with a happy ending.
You’re angry at Sanji after what happened, so angry, and maybe that makes you selfish. You don’t care.
You shouldn’t be angry at Sanji, this you know. You shouldn’t be avoiding him, shouldn’t be refusing to eat the meals he’s cooked or refusing to be in the same room with him, but you are. You are pissed at him, you don’t want to speak to him, you don’t care if he left to protect the crew.
He still left. And maybe that makes you selfish, but you don’t care. You had to sit there and watch as he yelled and fought with Luffy, as he was driven in a way in a carriage by a family you didn’t even know he had, to marry someone else.
You know that Sanji knows you’re angry, if the space he’s giving you is any implication. He doesn’t beg or plead, doesn’t corner you in the kitchen, demanding that you speak to him. The most he’s done is look at you, blue eyes impossibly sorrowful, remorseful, their own silent apology. It’s not enough.
It only takes a week for Zoro to corner you instead. “This is getting ridiculous.”
“What is?” You ask as you sweep the deck.
“You and Curly, fighting.”
“We’re not fighting.”
“Not talking, then.”
“What’s it matter to you? You don’t even like Sanji.”
He groans. “Just talk to him. His sulking is getting on my damn nerves and making the food taste bad.”
“Fine.” You snap, annoyed.
You watch as he walks away, practically steaming. To be honest, you didn’t think the swordsman, out of all crew members, would be the first one to say something. You suppose that’s how you know it's really bothering everyone.
***
You enter the kitchen for the first time in nearly two weeks and lean against the counter. Sanji is washing the dishes, but he knows you’re there, can tell by the way he tenses up.
“Just give me one moment.” He says to you, voice even and gentle, barely even a whisper.
You wait, bouncing your leg, trying not to let your nerves show too much.
The water shuts off and then it’s just you and him in the late night darkness of the kitchen.
“I don’t know how easy it’ll be to forgive you.” You tell him, eyes downcast.
“I understand.”
You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, annoyed. “I don’t think you do.”
He’s annoyed now too. Sad on top of it all. “Then help me understand.”
“I would’ve waited right alongside Luffy,” you tell him, the anger and hurt making the words sound like venom, but they’re true, “I would’ve stood right there, waiting for you to come back to me. How am I supposed to just forgive you?”
Sanji’s face breaks then, a sob leaving his body as if it’s been torn out of his chest and he falls to his knees, hands gripping your pants tightly as he whispers an apology over and over, a relentless heartbroken echo. You can feel the tears absorb into the fabric.
You know he is. God, you know he is. The tears fall freely from your face as you collapse, too.
He draws you into his chest, burying his tear stained face into your hair. “I couldn’t bear to see you hurt, I know you don’t want to hear it, but it’s true. You’re everything to me.”
“And you’re everything to me. What was I going to do if you had died, like they had planned, or if you had decided that your bride was enough to make you forget about me? Forget about the crew?”
He takes your face in his hands almost immediately, his blue eyes dark in the moonlight, but you can still see the panicked desperation in them. “Never. I’d never forget about you.”
“She was in love with you.”
“I don’t care. I don’t care about any of it. Out of all the crew members, you were the one they had used against me the most. I don’t care what I had to do to keep you safe, I was going to do whatever they wanted.”
“You know what I’m going to say, Sanji.”
He pulls you closer. “I know. I can’t promise that I won’t try to sacrifice myself for you anymore. Any of you.”
“I can’t promise that I’ll forgive you right away each time.”
Sanji kisses your fingers. “Just….I need you to talk to me when you’re angry, even if all you do is tell me you’re upset. I can’t do this again.”
You kiss him on the cheek, just once. Softly, like it didn’t even happen. “Of course. Whatever you want me to do.”
“Are you still angry with me?” He’s smiling softly though, like he already knows the answer and doesn’t care.
“Pissed beyond belief.” You tell him, but you know that it’s still the leftover fear. The fear that you almost did lose him, that him riding away in the carriage could’ve been the last time you ever saw him.
“That’s alright,” he kisses your head and then stands, “are you hungry?”
You nod. “Starving, actually. The sandwiches I’ve been making can’t compare to your cooking after all.”
“I’d eat whatever you made,” he tells you, “even if it was disgusting and gave me food poisoning.”
You laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, no distracting the cook. Go sit at the table and look pretty.”
You roll your eyes but do as he says. As you watch him cook from your place at the table, you know that there are going to be times when he thinks he knows what you need; thinks he knows about what’s best for you. You know it’ll lead to someone getting hurt or an argument, or whatever else happens in the aftermath, but you also know that you’re prepared to make it better, that you’d rather have him to argue with then you would rather have a body to bury and a eulogy to read out.
He walks towards you, putting a bowl of soup, reheated on the stove, in front of you, before you grab him by the hips and pull him into a simple kiss. When he pulls away, he sits next to you, holding your non-dominant hand. You don’t dare let go
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I Drank Dry the River Lethe
Osamu Dazai x gn! Reader
wc: 1.2k
Warnings: none
Dazai is in love with you, he has no idea. He just knows that you make him feel…weird.
Dazai doesn’t know what’s happening to him, as far as he’s aware, you don’t have a special ability. But, that has to be the only explanation for how his heartbeat quickens whenever you walk into the room, how his breath is stolen every time you smile. How every accidental touch makes him yearn for more, like a siren song he can’t get out of his head, even if he were to jump overboard.
You were always so kind to him, a far cry from Kunikida who you claim to be best friends with. But it’s Dazai who you always hand a cup of coffee to, Dazai who you always save a pastry for. He can’t bear it, your kindness. Like he doesn’t deserve it. He’s sure you know, and yet….you still smile at him. Your smile is so bright it could rival the sun, and Dazai wouldn’t mind burning in its ultraviolet rays.
He’s staring at you now, as you sit on the corner of where Atsushi is sitting, talking animatedly at him, gesturing so wildly with your hands you nearly hit yourself in the face. You laugh, embarrassed. It’s like music to his ears, he wants to record the sound and play it on repeat over his headphones so he never forgets it, so it's ingrained into his brain.
“Dazai,” you say, “want anything from the shop?”
He blinks, taken out of his thoughts by the lilt of your voice. “What?”
You're next to him now, the scent of your body spray nearly intoxicating to him. He wants to press his nose to your throat and drink it in.
“The shop, I’m going to pick up lunch from there. Do you want anything?”
He stands, stretches and yawns. “I’ll just come with you.”
You roll your eyes, but smile still. “Well, don’t make it sound like such a chore, I could’ve offered to get you nothing.”
Dramatically he leans against your shoulder, hand over his forehead, feigning a sorrowful swoon. “And starve me to death? How cruel, even for you.”
You laugh, Dazai loves making you laugh. He craves it, almost, wants to keep doing it.
“You’re so dramatic, but alright, come along.”
He’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked, but for now, the shop down the street would do.
You say hello to a bunch of people as you pass by, almost all of them complete strangers. You even hum as you walk. He’s so content watching you, that he almost runs into a lamppost.
You pull him away just in time and frown. “It’s not good to have your head stuck in the clouds all the time. What if you got hit by a car?! Dr. Yosano wouldn’t have been able to heal you!”
“Awe, you’re worried about little old me?”
You let him go. “You know what, actually? Next time you daydream I’m letting you hit the pole, and I hope you get the ugliest bump on the middle of your forehead. And when you beg and plead with me for an ice pack, I am going to say I told you so.”
You let the silence linger for one moment. “And then I’ll get you the ice pack.”
He laughs, absolutely enamored with you. “I knew you enjoyed my company.”
“Of course, that’s why I get gray hairs trying to keep you around. Now, come on. I’m starving and I want to grab a good onigiri before they’re all gone!”
You grab his hand and pull you along and oh. He thinks this is the first time you’ve touched him on purpose, the feeling of your hand so impossibly warm in his he doesn’t know what to think or feel. He wants to pull you into him, wrap you up in his arms and never let go. He could die in your arms and nothing else would ever be more perfect.
Dazai knows what he feels when he looks at you now, the shortness of breath, the skipping heart. It is no spell, no special ability.
He is in love with you, drawn to you like a moth to a flame, a nail to a magnet.
Suddenly, all he wants to do is tell you, the need clawing his way to the top of his throat, being stopped only by sheer will. He will not tell you this in a shitty convenience store, where anyone could overhear. No, he won’t do that. Dazai has some semblance of romance after all, even if Kunikida thinks the opposite.
“What do you want?” You ask, observing the onigiri with a seriousness that otherwise would’ve made him chuckle, had his very being not been shaken to the core.
His eyes land on the first bento he sees and he grabs it. “This is perfect.”
You raise a brow. “Are you okay? Did you actually hit your head and I didn’t see?”
Dazai rolls his eyes. “I’m just really in the mood for….salmon.”
He absolutely was not in the mood for salmon, but you shrugged and continued perusing for the items the rest of the ADA had asked for. He even managed to regain some state of being long enough to help you carry the bag back to the agency.
You grin brightly as you enter the office. “Lunch! And I can say with one hundred percent certainty that nothing got crushed. Except for Dazai, almost.”
“I’m telling you, I could’ve avoided any oncoming traffic.”
You roll your eyes, but smile at him in exasperation. “Okay, okay. You’re tough as nails.”
Dazai shoves the whole piece of salmon in his mouth to prevent the feelings from spilling out. He nearly chokes.
You hand him a glass of water, eyes crinkled in the corner from amusement.
***
It’s just you two in the office at the end of the day. The atmosphere is almost stifling now that he has the perfect chance to confess.
It’s funny, how easily he was able to proposition other people that he thought were perfect candidates for his dream. But now that it was you, someone he knows, that he cares for….he almost can’t get the words out. Everyone he’s ever propositioned pales in comparison to you, you have wholly ruined him; there’s no one on earth like you.
You’re nervous as you turn to him. “I know why you're acting weird.”
“You do?” Shit.
“You found out about my feelings for you. I knew I was too obvious.”
Dazai blinks. “Huh?”
Realization that he didn’t know dawns on you and you rush to leave, but he grabs your arm and pulls you into a desperate kiss, like if he didn’t kiss you in that moment he would explode.
Your lips against his are a religious feeling, something to worship. He wonders if he could get amnesia so he couldn’t experience them for the first time over and over again. Wonders if, perhaps, he’s already dead and this is his eternal heaven.
Knows he’s alive once you pull away and laugh, eyes shining in disbelief and joy. He kisses you again. You smile into it.
Dazai spends a lot of time doing that until he’s certain he’ll never get tired of it.
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Headaches
Roronoa Zoro x Sanji x gn! Reader
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Sanji and Zoro have been fighting a lot more lately, and you’re determined to find out why
You were tired of stopping fights. It seemed almost every day at this point that it was happening, you wake up, Sanji and Zoro are bickering. You make port, they’re fighting. Even Chopper was getting tired of patching up their bruises.
You knew they bickered, you saw it from the very beginning, but you have no idea what could’ve made it worse. So far, it’s been a normal day on the Sunny, heat bearing down and the ocean carrying a cool breeze, one that leads you to a small town.
It’s as you’ve gathered your things that you hear a loud crash from up on deck, and you rush upstairs, fearing the worst. But when you reach the top, it’s Zoro and Sanji again, the former having shoved the cook so roughly into the taffrail that it’s broken.
Franky and Usopp both let a bewildered cry, but you? You’re steaming. A scuffle here and there is one thing, but this has gotten out of hand.
You storm up to them, pulling them apart with the help of Robin before practically getting in both of their faces. “What the actual fuc- no, you know what, let’s go somewhere else.”
You drag the two men below deck by their arms, not struggling to break free even though they could. You shove them both down onto two separate chairs.
“What the actual fuck has been wrong with you two? I know you bicker, but this is out of hand!”
They - well, Sanji, - look sheepish, but stay silent. You look at them both and then the nearby window. Luffy won’t even notice if one of them goes overboard, right?
The swordsman cracks under the weight of your glare. “Fuck, alright. Tell her, Curly.”
The chef gawks. “Me? What about you?!”
“It was your idea!”
“The hell it was!”
You pinch your nose bridge. “One of you just spit it out. Now.”
They explain the situation, leaving you wide eyed and jaw open by the time they’re done.
“You just decided to fight over who gets to go out with me?! You didn’t even ask me!”
“We thought-“
“Well, please never think again if that’s the kind of ideas you two are going to come up with.”
“We’re sorry.” Sanji tells you, elbowing his partner in crime in the side.
“Yeah, sorry.”
You know that Zoro is just annoyed, so you don’t take his half assed apology to heart. You do level with them, however.
“You’re both insane if you think I’m dating either one of you after this.”
Both of their eyes widen. “But-“
“I’m serious. What would you have done if one of you had won and I didn’t even like you? You didn’t make any efforts to win my affection, you didn’t take my feelings into account at all. The only thing either of you gave me was a headache.”
“Well, then tell us how we win you over.” Zoro says, a fierce look in his eye.
“Oh, so you don’t even know how, okay.”
“I’m serious. He’s serious. Tell us what to do.”
You sigh. Knowing Zoro, you know he’s not likely to do anything halfway, and Sanji is sure to do the same. Headaches, the two of them.
“Well, for starters, no one likes breaking up fights everyday and hauling you to the doctor. So start there, start trying to get along.” You think, oh there’s no way they go along with this.
But the two men just sigh with sad acceptance. “Alright. What’s next?”
You truly don’t know what to say, you didn’t think you’d get this far with them. “Being helpful would be nice. Uh, I hear people like gifts.”
“Don’t tell us what other people want,” urges Sanji, “tell us what you want.”
You groan. “I don’t know, okay? I’ve been on the sea with you two for years, so I don’t have a lot of people trying to woo me. Just….I don’t know, be nice to me or something. Talk to me. Make an effort to actually get to know me.”
They both nod and you dismiss them from their seats. After Sanji leaves, Zoro turns to you.
“Hey. We really are sorry about what went down.”
You just nod. “I know.”
***
There really is a change in the air over the next few weeks. The fighting between the two isn’t gone, but there’s less of it. Sanji asks for your help in the kitchen and Zoro often asks if you want to spar with him. When you go into town, one or both of them follow you, bickering over who gets to carry what. It really is sweet to see, and it does flatter you. You’re almost surprised at how much you like being around them.
“Hey, come look at this!” Sanji calls over to you, Zoro already standing close beside him.
You walk up to the little stall. “What's up?”
The chef grins, holding up a few bracelets to you. “Which one do you want? Fair warning, Mosshead wants the black one even if he says he doesn’t.”
Zoro lets out a protest, but you can tell he doesn’t mean it. You settle on a green and yellow one that looks pretty enough, the elaborate braids combining the colors in a way that you enjoy. That leaves Sanji with a black and blue one.
Sanji ties the bracelet around your wrist, his deft fingers making quick work of it. “There. Nice, right?”
You nod, feeling your face get warm. “Do you need help with yours?”
“I’ve got it, but between you and I, Zoro might need help with his.”
You shoot him a puzzled look, but walk over to the swordsman, who is indeed struggling to fasten the small bracelet.
You laugh quietly and take the bracelet from him, he then hands you his wrist. His skin is warm to the touch in your hand, this close you can see the calluses and scars from the many years of sword fighting. You fasten the bracelet for him.
“There. Now we all match.” You tell them.
They both turn red.
***
That night, as you venture into the kitchen after everyone’s asleep, you stumble upon quite a scene. Sanji is pressed against the counter, Zoro against him, pressing kisses into his neck and hair.
You gasp in surprise and they turn, mortified and jump apart.
You go to walk away but Sanji practically leaps across the room to stop you.
“W-wait! Let us explain.”
You still and let Zoro guide you to a chair. Sanji slides a cup of warm tea over to you before they both sit in a chair.
“We do like you.” The chef supplies before you can say anything.
“But, spending time with you and getting our own shit together….well. Curly’s insatiable.” Zoro has a smug grin on his face, which makes Sanji smack him.
Your head, however, is spinning. “Wait. Explain one more time.”
“We,” Sanji starts, gesturing between the two of them, “want to date you. Together.”
“How….how would that even work?”
“I don’t know,” Zoro answers, “but I want to try.”
You nod. “Okay.”
Sanji grins before leaning forward, only stopping when you nod. He kisses you softly, it makes warmth blossom from your chest and you smile into it.
“Okay Curly, my turn.”
The chef rolls his eyes but pulls away, kissing Zoro briefly before the other man does the same to you.
Zoro’s kiss is different. Where Sanji was soft, his was almost desperate, lips pressing fervently against yours. Sanji laughs softly in the background.
“You’re going to suffocate them if you keep that up.”
Zoro flips him off, but lets you go almost reluctantly.
Your head is spinning, but you smile. “Well, you two can get along.”
“It’s hard work, but it paid off I suppose.”
You took their hands in each of your own. “I think this’ll work out.”
They grin back at you. “I think so too.”
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Stupid in Love
Sanji x gn! Reader
Wc: 1.8k
Warnings: none
You’ve been in love with Sanji for a long time, but have never been brave enough to do anything about it, until now.
The breeze brushes against your face as you stare out at the blue sea, the rising sun peaking out above the horizon. You were up earlier than the rest of the crew, wanting to watch the sunrise before the day dove into chaos, as it was bound to do when Luffy was awake. You watch the rest of the stars disappear and then climb down from the crow’s nest, ready to begin your day.
You always woke up earlier than the rest of the crew, cherishing the alone time you got in the morning silence, the waves crashing against the Sunny being the only sound filling the air. You took a deep breath, letting the salty air wash over you, before the yelling started.
“Luffy, get out of the kitchen!” Sanji shouts, followed by the crashing of pans.
“But I’m hungry!” Your captain whines, and you laugh, before heading into the kitchen to herd him elsewhere.
“You should ask Nami about where we head next, I hear there’s a port nearby.” You tell Luffy, who grins in response before running off to bother the navigator.
Sanji sighs. “Thanks. Have you been awake long?”
You flush. “Who? Me? No.”
He cracks a smile like he doesn’t believe you and hands you a glass full of something to drink. “Well, you are welcome in here any time, as long as you clean up your mess.”
“Don’t worry about any mess from me! I’m as clean as they come, haha.”
You turn to walk out, run into the doorframe and contemplate walking into the sea, wishing you had eaten a devil fruit so you could drown. There was something about Sanji that made your brain short circuit and disconnect from your mouth, letting it run unattended.
“Are you….okay?”
You’re almost certain there’s a mark on your forehead from the door, but you wave him off. “Never been better.”
You are definitely walking into the ocean when you make port, it’ll be less embarrassing in the long run.
Making your way from the kitchen, you run into Zoro, who is desperately trying to hold back his laughter. “That was-”
“Say one more word and you’ll be tied to the front of the ship as the new figurehead.”
He doesn’t take your threat seriously. “You’re this flustered over curly brow in there? Unbelievable.”
“I hate you. So much.”
He’s still cackling as you walk away, and you definitely don’t deserve Zoro to understand what you see in the cook, but Sanji was…..he was amazing.
You saw parts of him that no one ever did, like when you helped him in the kitchen and he hummed softly to himself, sleeves pushed up to his elbows as he washed the dishes. When you accidentally cut yourself with a knife and he doctored it right there, eyebrows furrowed in concentration but you were only focused on the impossible blue of his eyes, always focused on his eyes. Sanji was kind and gentle and brave, but no one else could see that.
Soon enough, the crew made port and you went ashore alone, desperate to avoid Sanji(and the more annoying Zoro) but mostly to find something to give to the cook, if you could sync your brain with your mouth long enough to have a meaningful conversation with the man. But what would you get him? He didn’t use cookbooks, and he bought his own ingredients(not that you’d know where to start, being as you wouldn’t be able to know what were good quality ingredients).
He wasn't a jewelry guy either, though he would wear it beautifully but then you remember a conversation the both of you had a few months ago.
Sanji sets the knife down on the cutting board with more force than necessary, startling you. He laughs lightly and apologizes.
“I need new knives, but I keep forgetting to buy any when we make port. Would you remind me?”
You flush and nod furiously but say nothing, just watch as he picks up the knife and starts chopping again.
You grin and make your way towards a stall you passed a few minutes ago, now certain that you were getting Sanji the perfect gift. At least you hoped so.
***
You were the first one back to the ship, box in tow, leaving it in the kitchen where you knew he would find it. You had decided that you didn’t have the courage to give them to him yourself, but hoped he didn’t think much of it. Maybe he would think one of the other crew members gave them to him.
Proud of yourself, you climb up the crow’s nest again to look at the stars, always seeming brighter when you make port. You hum to yourself as you do so, leg bouncing in anticipation. What if he hates them? Or he tells you that he doesn’t want to talk to you anymore? Were you risking your friendship over a set of knives?
Just as you had decided to return them, you heard the crew clambering back on deck and you curse, crouching low so they don’t see you. It works, because they soon start asking each other about your whereabouts. They don’t seem especially worried, since it’s a safe town and you’re more than capable of handling yourself, but it’s nice to know they care, even if they tease you.
The crew goes their separate ways, and the cook finally heads into the kitchen to start prepping for dinner and that’s when you begin making your way towards the lower decks.
You almost make it when he comes back and spots you. “Oh, there you are!”
You turn and grin. “Here I am, haha. What do you have there?”
You gesture to the box, though you already know its contents.
Sanji beams, and it’s so bright you fear you may go blind. “Knives! I don’t know where they came from, but they’re gorgeous.” He takes on out to show you.
It is gorgeous, that being the main reason you purchased them. A beautiful pearl handle, topped with a gorgeous steel blade. You knew he’d love them, even if your brain wanted to argue.
“That is really pretty, Sanji.”
“Did you leave them? I know we talked about knives a while back.”
This is your chance.
You shake your head no and shrug. “Sorry, wasn’t me, but I hope you find who left them soon.”
His face almost falls at the aspect of you not being the gift giver. “Oh, well, whoever it was picked out a really nice set.”
You smile at him as he bids you goodbye and you curse yourself for not telling him the truth. Oh well, you suppose it’s better than him rejecting you outright. It was kind of nice, leaving him anonymous gifts.
He seemed happy to receive it, but it was always nice to see him happy, especially since it seemed to be a rare sight most days. You wanted to continue making him happy.
***
A few days later, Zoro joined you in the crow’s nest before dinner.
“You know, the shit cook really wanted those knives to be from you.”
“Huh?”
He rolls his one eye. “You’re not serious.”
You say nothing.
“You are. The cook’s been staring at you and sighing hopelessly for days, it’s really pissing me off.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“He told Robin the other day he wanted it to be you. Plus, the whole crew can see that you two are in love with each other. Even Luffy.”
“I’m not going to take romantic advice from you of all people. Sanji and I are friends. Really good friends, a friend I have no intentions of confessing to.”
Zoro sighed, leaning his arms against the wood. “Do you remember when we got into that fight with that gang of bandits a few months ago? And you got injured real bad and were unconscious for what, three days?”
“Of course. Why?” You thought he was just changing the subject.
“Curls was the one taking care of you while you were out, making sure you drank water, helping Chopper clean and dress your wounds, sitting on a chair in the infirmary while you slept, he was really worried.”
You open your mouth to object, to say anything other than what was going through your head but he cuts you off.
“And don’t you say he would do it for any one of us, because that’s bullshit. Now go down there and tell him how you feel.”
The swordsman pushes you towards the ladder and you begrudgingly climb down and head for the kitchen. It wasn’t like Zoro to lie, in fact he was the most honest man you knew, so you knew he had to be telling the truth.
You knock softly on the door before you enter and find Sanji beaming at you. “Hey, what brings you by?”
“I….I think we should talk.”
He sets the towel on the edge of the sink. “Okay.”
You wring your hands as you sit on the counter, something that the cook used to object to but now has accepted as a quirk of yours. He leans next to you.
“I did buy you the knives. I was too scared to give them to you myself so I left them in here for you to find.”
“Why didn’t you say something when I asked?”
You aren’t looking at his face but you can feel his gaze burning you. “I really fucking like you, Sanji. It actually makes me stupid because I like you so much. You’re just so incredibly caring and strong and I like being around you because you make me happy and I didn’t want to ruin anything by telling you that.”
“You wouldn’t have ruined anything.” He tells you, voice impossibly soft.
“You sure?”
He takes your face in his hands, and you are trapped in the impossible blue of his eyes once again. “I’m certain, because I feel the same way.”
You laugh a little wetly as he kisses your hand and then your cheek before finally meeting your lips. It’s a little sloppy, but you have nothing to compare it to. You know he doesn’t either, and he told you as such one late night in the kitchen.
He pulls away grinning, cheeks a little red. “That was…nice.”
You lay your head on his shoulder. “Yeah.”
The two of you get one quiet moment before the crew charges in to tease you and you yelp as Franky wraps a particularly large arm around you and ruffles your hair, while the rest of the crew begins to tease Sanji for getting up to no good in his kitchen.
He yells and scolds them all while you laugh, and then when he makes eye contact with you over the chaos he smiles and everything is as it should be. Perfect.
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Heaven
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Reader
wc: 1.1k
Warnings: MW3 SPOILERS!! mentions of violent injuries, hospitals, fix it fic.
You get a call from Captain Price that turns your world upside down.
You get the call from Price during what you would’ve called a perfect day. It was bright, the weather wasn’t too cold, and you got to spend it wrapped in blankets, wishing Johnny was there with you.
Until the world fell apart around you with one phone call.
“Johnny’s been shot.” Price tells you, he sounds tired. Exhausted, even.
Your heart hits your feet and the gasp you let out isn’t anything short of violent. “Is he-“ you choke on the word.
“He’s alive, but he was in a bad way when he got here.”
The relief hits you like a truck, and you collapse against the wall. “Thank god.” You know you’re crying, but you can’t help it. You’ve received the worst and best news in your life at the same time.
“He’s at a hospital in London. Gaz will meet you at the airport, take you there. When Soap wakes up, he’d like to see you first.”
The minute the phone call ends you scramble off of the floor and pack a bag. You don’t look at the clothes you throw in there or whether or not they’re your clothes or Johnny’s, but within minutes you're packed and a flight is booked to London. All you can think about is him.
***
True to his Captain’s word, Gaz is waiting for you and you pull him into the biggest hug you can muster without immediately dissolving into tears.
He rubs your back. “It’ll be okay, love. He’s alright.”
“Have you seen him?”
Gaz nods as he leads you to the car. “We’ve been taking turns staying with him, but he’s alright.”
The drive is mostly quiet, neither of you really in the mood to joke or talk, but strangely enough you’re thinking about the time you were in the hospital instead.
You’d broken your ankle, you couldn’t remember exactly how, just that your neighbor had been kind enough to drive you to the hospital. Johnny had shown up to the waiting room about thirty minutes after, blue eyes impossibly sorrowful and apologizing profusely. For a man so used to violence, you’d never seen him more scared than that day, but he held your hand through it all.
You’d kissed the side of his head then, laughing at him, called him silly. Now though, it was your turn to hold his hand. You were never anyone brave, you weren’t like Johnny, but you had to try to be, didn’t you?
Before you know it, the car is parked and the two of you head into the building. You’d never liked hospitals, the workers were fine but the atmosphere was something you never got used to. This was the worst it had ever been for Johnny though. Gunshot wounds to the torso as well as the head, that's what Price had told you, all he could tell you.
“It’s…not a pretty sight in there.” Gaz tells you.
“Never is.”
He nods in understanding. “Just trying to prepare you.”
“I appreciate it, Gaz.”
When you get to his room, it’s Ghost that's sitting there, watching carefully over your boyfriend until he sees you, and then stands to pull you into a hug. He’s not one for physical contact, but he’s always been good at telling when someone needs it. It’s this hug that lets you dissolve into tears while he pats you awkwardly on the shoulder.
Ghost wasn’t a member of the 141 you were particularly close to, but you know Johnny is, you know he considers the taller man his best friend and Ghost does too, even if he won’t admit it outloud.
“We’ll leave you alone with him for a bit.” Gaz tells you and it’s after they leave that you finally lay your eyes on him.
Price was right, he is in a bad way. Bandages around his head, wires connected to him, bandages on his shoulder. He was pale, too, which seemed to make him look all the more dead, even if he wasn’t.
You sat gingerly on the chair next to him, took his hand and sighed.
“Johnny, when you wake up I’m going to strangle you for making me cry so much.” You joke, even if it feels heavy on your tongue. He likes it when you try to make him laugh. Really, the only thing you’re going to strangle him in is a hug.
You don’t know how long you sit there, but you do know you fall asleep holding his hand.
***
When the bed stirring wakes you up, you groan. Then your eyes shoot open.
“Johnny?”
“Fuck. Was tryin’ to let you sleep a little.” He groans out, grinning at you.
“Me?! You’re the one that got shot!”
“You looked so peaceful, you know I hate waking you up, sweetheart.”
You could cry, really. You were thinking about it. “I thought you were going to die.”
He rolls his eyes. “Nah, can’t leave you behind, can I?”
“You’d better not, MacTavish, I’d find a way to bring you back just to kill you myself.”
Johnny laughs, bright and loud. “I know you would. Scarier than death, you.”
“Let me call Price, he’ll want to know how your-“
“Not yet. Let's just sit here a while, yeah?”
“Whatever you want, Johnny, I mean it.”
“Well, it’s indecent to do what I want in a hospital.” He jokes dryly.
You slap his thigh lightly but roll your eyes in amusement. “I’m glad you’re thinking about the real important stuff.”
Johnny laughs lightly and takes your hand in his. “What I want most right now, is to be home with you.”
“Soon, yeah? And I’ll dote on you, make you breakfast in bed and even watch all of your terrible action films a billion times over. And then at night, I’ll curl up with you in our bed and fall asleep in your arms.”
“Sounds like heaven.”
“Every day is with you.”
He grins. “Look at you, you’re making me blush. When did’ya get to be so smooth?”
You leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Learned from the best, is all.”
“Hope you’re talking about me.”
You roll your eyes again. “No, I mean Ghost.”
“I knew that bastard was trying to steal ya from me.”
“As if. Get some more rest, Johnny. I’ll be here.”
He yawns. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
There’s still a lot to discuss, plans for the future to be made, but right now, you just want to hold his hand.
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There are some days when Shanks feels bad about not being able to give you the life he thinks you deserve. Days where you and he barely see each other because the pair of you are working overtime. Days where the two of you sit at the table, stressed about what bills you can cover and what you’ll have to live without.
Others days, he knows, are better. Curled up in each others arms on your days off, the smell of breakfast cooking even though its two in the afternoon. Still, he’d always dreamed about giving you a life of luxury, about spoiling you and making sure you didn’t have to work another shitty job if you didn’t want to. He’s not quite there yet, but he hopes one day he will be.
The two of you are walking hand in hand through the richer shopping district, windowshopping in all the pricier stores that give him hives just thinking about stopping in, but he loves the way you smile as you envision how you would decorate the foyer of your fictional mansion with a giant gold and crystal chandelier.
He laughs, not at you, but at the absurdity of it. “What would we need with something like that, huh?”
You shrug. “Sometimes things are just nice to have.”
He’d buy you a million of those ugly things if it meant making you happy.
Instead, Shanks points to something else. “And where would you put this?”
“Our living room, right next to the giant comfy couch, so I can admire it while I sit next to you.”
The two of you carry on like this, until you find a cozy old antique shop buried inbetween two high end boutiques.
“Lets go in here.” He tells you, stopping you with a gentle tug on your hand.
“Antiques? I didn’t know you liked old stuff like that.”
“I had a crush on our high school math teacher, didn’t I?”
You roll your eyes. “And yet, you’re here with me.”
He elbows you playfully in the side. “Well, she couldn’t compare to you.”
You just laugh and head inside the store.
The inside smells like dust and the culmination of other peoples belongings, but he’s drawn to the jewelry shelf towards the entrance, whilst you wander off by yourself down one of the countless aisles. The shelf holds many pieces of jewelry, but what catches his eye is a pair of wedding rings, obviously on the older side, but the feeling hits him so fast, it feels like his heart has fallen to his feet.
Shanks had never thought about proposing to you. Not in a “terrified of marriage” way, but to him you already were. But, standing in that store, the need had never been more apparent, and the rings were within his budget. It felt like a sign from on high, even if you were the one who believed in signs like that.
You both left the store half an hour later, his wallet a bit lighter, but pocket heavier.
You make dinner that night, something simple, but delicious and Shanks, never one to second guess himself, jumps right in.
“I want to marry you.”
Your eyes widen as you nearly spit out your drink. “Wh-“
He pulls the rings out and continues. “I know you didn’t dream about living in a one bedroom apartment with shitty heating and cooling, and that you deserve better than I can give you, but I promise you that you’ll have it one day. Whatever you want, a big house, dogs or cats, a huge ugly gold and crystal chandelier in the foyer. I want to give that all to you.”
You take his hand in yours. “Shanks, baby, we may not live the life you think we deserve, but I live the life I want with you every day. I don’t care about any of that stuff, not really. So what if our heating breaks in the middle of winter? So what if I can’t have a big yard or house? I’d rather have you.”
He feels his eyes get a little misty and he turns away. “I’m not the one who’s supposed to be crying here.”
You roll your eyes and slip one of the rings on. “I’ll marry you.”
He kisses you deep, a grin on his face that won’t go away no matter how hard he tries.
The wedding takes place in a court house, costing no more than 120 dollars and the two of you wearing the nicest clothes you can afford, but its perfect and neither of you would dream of anything else, not when you have each other. This is the life you deserve, and he can give it to you after all.
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I Wanna be Yours
Vash x gn! Reader
WC: 1k
NSFW! 18+ only. Minors dni.
Warnings: Porn w/o plot, handjobs, crying during sex. Established relationship.
You and Vash rarely get moments alone, but when you do, you take advantage of it.
Your hands were tangled in Vash’s hair as he pressed little kisses down your neck, causing you to gasp. The two of you never really had time alone, so when you did, you wanted to make the most of it. Even if that meant the world’s most desperate makeout session. He sat on the bed of the shitty hotel you were staying at, your legs planted on either side of him, core planted directly above his hardening cock.
“You’re gorgeous.” Vash muttered, nipping at your collarbone.
You laughed a little, grinding down, causing the man to stifle his groan in your shoulder. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
You loved making out with Vash, he was so reactive that it drove you insane. You couldn’t resist teasing him. You raised his head from your shoulder and brought him into a bruising kiss, grinding down on him again. He whined into the kiss, making you grin.
“Unfair. Don’t you know I’m a dangerous criminal?” He asked as you nipped down his neck.
“Maybe my plan all along was to seduce you and then take you to the police, claiming the bounty for myself.”
It wasn’t true of course, and Vash knew that, if his snort of amusement was anything to go by, even as he was putting a hand under your thin nightshirt.
“You’re not scared of the Humanoid Typhoon?” The grin on his face was cocky.
You leaned forward, nipping his ear and he keened, bucking his hip upwards, causing you to grind down. The hand that had slipped under your nightshirt was kneading one of your breasts, sending the tiniest sparks of pleasure through you.
“Not when I know what he sounds like in bed.” You told him, hands in his hair again.
Vash pulled the shirt off of you and tossed it somewhere in the room, wrapping his mouth around the neglected nipple. You’d never known another man to love your tits the way he did, he loved playing with them at any chance he could, pouting when he didn’t have enough time. He was the same way with making you feel good, wanting to spend hours between your legs before he even thought about getting off.
You ground against him again, harder this time, letting out a low moan. The desperation was getting to you; the pent up frustration from constant camping and never having a moment alone. Vash seemed to be feeling the same way, if his frantic bucking into you was anything to go by. His green eyes were glazed over with pleasure.
You pushed his head away from your chest, pulling him in for a kiss instead.
“Wish we had more time to ourselves,” he babbled, “I want to make you feel good, baby, I want to spend a whole day in bed with you, whatever way you want me.”
“I want you just like this.” You told him, before unbuttoning his pants and pulling his cock out.
The blonde moaned in relief at the cold air. “Feels so good, baby.”
“You’re about to feel even better.” You teased, wrapping a hand around his cock.
The effect was almost instantaneous. Vash moaned so loudly, it seemed to echo off the walls and you slapped a hand over his mouth, waiting to see if someone was going to pound on the door to complain about the noise. When no one did, you removed your hand, sighing in relief. “You need to be quiet, if we get caught in the act, I’ll never forgive you.”
He kissed apologetically up your chest, frowning up at you with his green eyes wide. “Aww, I’ll be good, baby, I promise.
You rolled your eyes, but started moving your hand up and down his length while he stifled his moans into your mouth. He was hot in your hand, and the sight of his cock did nothing to quench the heat you felt low in your stomach, but you rarely got to take the 60 billion double dollar man apart like this, and you wanted to cherish the moment.
Vash pulled away from the kiss and laid his head on your shoulder, whimpering as he bucked up into your hand. “Feels good, baby, don’t stop. Please.”
You kissed the side of his head. “I love you, Vash, I’ve got you.”
He shuddered as he came, his loud moan muffled by his face being buried in your neck. Spurts of cum covered your hand and you made a face at how it felt.
You tried getting up, but Vash clung to you. “Don’t leave.”
“I just need to clean up, I’ll be right back.”
He shook his head, but eventually let you go and you came back from the bathroom with a clean hand, and a warm rag so you could wipe the dried tears from his face.
“I want to make you feel good.” He mumbled, eyes red.
You glanced at a nearby clock and shook your head. “Maybe next time, hotshot. It’s late. We need to get some sleep.”
Groaning, he shucked off his pants and jacket, but waited for you to be undressed to climb under the covers. He was little spoon.
Kissing him softly, you wished him good night.
***
The next day, Wolfwood greeted the two of you at the front desk. “Apparently someone filed a noise complaint last night.”
You turned away from the man, but Vash was beet red, giving you away.
He sighed. “They didn’t fine us. This time, but next time, learn to be quieter.”
Vash leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Can they fine you for a noise complaint?”
“I think he’s fucking with us. We weren’t that loud.”
He beamed. “Told ya I’d be good.”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let anyone else hear you say that, What would people say if they knew the most wanted man in the world was such a good guy.”
Vash pulled you into a kiss. “I don’t care what the world thinks; just you.”
“The two of you are sickening.” Meryl teased as she walked past.
“And you’re a mood killer.” You shot back.
“Just one of my many charms.”
You turned back to your boyfriend and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “We should get a move on. I love you.
He pulled you into another kiss. “I love you too.”
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Howl
Werewolf Shanks x gn! Reader
WC: 2k
Warnings: spooky themes, themes of violence. Nothing too crazy though.
You run a bookshop in a town plagued by stories of monsters and demons, not that you believed any of those stories yourself. And then one day, you meet Shanks.
As a bookseller, you’d read countless stories about creatures of the Night. Seen stories unfold first hand, too. Your grandmother going on a walk through the woods and never returning, your father coming back from a hunt, face pale as death as he informs everyone that something had taken the others.
You had never seen any of this for yourself, of course, never allowed to leave town or walk alone at night. You even doubted that any of these creatures really existed, or if they were just tall tales spread by those who had heard the echoes of animals in the dark and thought they were monsters. People going missing, or were they just tired of living in a town plagued by the deceivable?
You were, you were tired of living the same day to day routine. But you couldn’t bring yourself to leave, your loved ones had died here, you had grown up here. You were chained to a town that held nothing for you, except for countless days of old ladies arguing over a book, like now.
As they argue, you stand behind the counter, fighting the urge to kick them both out or ban them from your shop entirely. Everyday was a monotonous routine in which you were trapped.
Until the bell above the door rings and a man walks in, someone new. Instantly, you feel wary, like something is wrong, but you don’t know what. The feeling only gets stronger as he gets closer.
He grins, all teeth and sparkling eyes. “I’m your new neighbor, Shanks.”
You introduce yourself warily, no one ever comes here. Not even tourists, even though the town’s infamy was known throughout countless places.
“Are you uh, here to buy something?” You ask, after a moment of silence.
The way he’s eyeing you makes you want to shift in your seat, but you don’t. Shanks just smiles.
“Just introducing myself, you’re the only one that’s talked to me so far.”
And although that wary feeling is still there, you smile back, and his grin only gets wider.
***
The man, Shanks, is strange. He drops by almost every day, only being gone a few days out of each month, for business, he tells you. You grow accustomed to his presence, and it becomes stranger for you to not see him at all than it does the opposite. You begin to fall in love with him.
He loves to help around the shop, especially when he can reach the shelves you can’t, almost preening when you thank him for it.
Right now, he’s sitting on the other side of the counter, head resting on his arms as he watches you price the new shipment of books.
“I’ll be going to the city for a week or two,” he tells you, “you should come with me.”
You pause for only a moment, but shake your head and continue. “I’ve never left town, you know that.”
“Why not? If you don’t believe in the stories, then nothing should stop you from leaving.”
You sigh heavily. “Shanks, it’s complicated. Who would look after the shop when I’m gone? It’s too much stress.”
He kisses your forehead. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Maybe some other time, yeah?”
You can tell he’s upset, even if he's apologetic about frustrating you, and that alone makes you want to go with him, but you don’t.
You do go see him off the next morning, a thermos full of coffee in your hand for him.
He grins. “Well, I’m glad you decided to see me off.”
“I can’t let you be deprived of my visage for too long, I know you love it.”
Shanks snorts. “Ha! More like you couldn’t bear to go without seeing me one last time.”
You pull him into a hug and he buries his face into your neck, like he usually does. He kisses your forehead and then sets off.
***
The next few days go by without incident. Customer, shelve books, customer, shelve books. You have to get the step ladder for the ones that you can’t reach. You hate it.
You do find yourself missing Shanks more than you thought you would. You figure that it might be because he’s farther away, or that maybe your feelings for him just make that distance feel wider.
And then, you walk upstairs from your shop to your house, and see it. All those years doubting everyone in town, only for those crazy stories to be true.
You don’t know how the creature got into your house, all you know is that its hulking mass is hovering above you, lips curled back to reveal rows of sharp teeth, sharper than any knife you’ve ever seen.
Werewolf, your mind supplies, even through the cloud of fear gripping it. A werewolf, just like the people in town have said. This is it, you’re going to be eaten by a werewolf.
You turn your head away from its gaze, revealing your neck, hoping that easier access to your throat will make death come quicker.
Instead of the jaws wrapping around your throat ready to devour you, you hear a high pitched wine, followed by a furry cheek rubbing against your neck and face.
Gasping in shock you quickly stand up and walk backwards, until you hit a wall, your eyes never leaving the creature in front of you. It whines again, coming closer, head bowed to you in some sort of surrender. You have no idea what the fuck is happening. When the werewolf reaches you again, it pushes you with its nose, trying to move you away from the wall and onto the floor with it.
Deciding that you might as well, lest you piss it off and cause it to kill you, you gingerly sit on the ground next to it. It licks your face happily, and then nudges its head into your neck. You laugh a little.
You wonder why it didn’t eat you, why it's being so friendly with you. You place your hand on its head and stroke its head, watching as its dark brown eyes close in delight.
Those eyes are so familiar to you, yet you can’t place them.
“I guess you aren’t so bad,” you say, “but who are you?”
It just whines again, licking you. It makes you feel kind of…..safe.
“Well, I’m glad you’re not going to eat me.”
It sighs contentedly and lays it head on your lap, falling asleep. You fall asleep like that too.
***
When you wake up, there's an arm around you, pulling you into their warm side.
Immediately your eyes shoot open and you wrestle free, staring into the eyes of Shanks, your neighbor, who happens to be naked. And in the place where the werewolf was.
You turn your head away in embarrassment, but the confusion filling you refuses to fade, even in the face of the man you had come to befriend over the months he had been here.
You open your mouth to say something, to ask a question, to fill the silence, but he cuts you off.
“I’m not having this conversation while I’m naked.”
He stands up, grabbing a nearby blanket to throw over himself. “Just….30 minutes, wait 30 minutes.”
And then he’s gone, leaving your head spinning.
Deciding to keep busy, you make coffee and prepare breakfast, head swimming with everything that happened. Shanks was a werewolf and on any other day, that would’ve made you laugh, but not now. Not after you had come face to face with a creature of the Night and lived.
The familiar three knocks sounded at the door and he entered again, clothed this time.
You watched as he made a plate and sat down across from you at the table.
“Alright,” he starts, “how much do you know about werewolves?”
“Only what I’ve heard from the townsfolk and what I’ve read in books about them, which if you hadn’t seen, isn’t a lot.”
The red haired man sighs. “Well, as you can imagine, I didn’t actually get these scars in a bar fight.”
You listen intently, nodding along.
“I turned a few days later, and I’ve been like that ever since. It's been…years, I think.”
“You were quite cute as a wolf. Very affectionate, too.”
He flushes. “Funny, that.”
“The way you said that makes me think it's actually not very funny at all.”
Shanks tears into a piece of bacon as a response and you glare at him. “Shanks.”
“There is one detail that no werewolf book seems to mention.”
“Spill it.”
He growls in exasperation. “Sometimes, we can become fixated on someone. Scent-marking them, protecting them. Even as wolves, something inside of us recognizes that person.”
“So you’re saying…?”
The red haired man rolls his eyes. “Christ, you’re impossible.”
Shanks pulls you forward and kisses you, he tastes of coffee. You gasp a little into the kiss and he grins, nipping your lip softly as he pulls away.
“I have probably loved you ever since I walked into your bookshop, it was like I had known you my whole life, had known you in my soul.”
“Oh.” And you sit with that for a moment. You think about all the times he’d come into the bookshop for no reason. How many times he had insisted on feeding you or taking his jacket. And then it clicks.
“You motherfucker, you’ve been courting me this whole time.”
Shanks is sheepish, which doesn’t happen often. “Guilty?”
You kiss him a little desperately. “I love you too.”
He lets out a high pitched whine, like it was a reflex. You laugh into the kiss.
“Your doglike qualities do make a lot more sense now.”
“Very funny.”
“I do have one other question, though.”
“Go on.”
You’re playing with his fingers. “You said you were going to the city, but you’re here instead.”
He buries his face into your hair, sighing. “I missed you and when I’m like that, I don’t think. I came here, looking for you. I was desperate to see you, to make sure you were okay. The smell, your smell, is strongest here. And then you actually came inside, and it was like all of my thoughts had transformed into needing to scent you. I do it even as a human.”
“Scent me?”
“Making you smell like me, so the other monsters know not to touch you.”
You feel hot; embarrassed. “Oh.”
“Every time I’m gone for a few days, its to transform, but I hate leaving you. It's why I wanted you to come with me, the farther away you are, the stronger the urge gets and then I commit a felony by breaking into your house.”
“I couldn’t tell you any of that, though,” he continues, “if I’d scared you, or worse, made you angry, I’d never forgive myself.”
You kiss him softly. “I understand. Thank you for telling me.”
Shanks smiles into the kiss. “Thank you.” For accepting me goes unsaid, but you know what he means.
“Next time you leave, I’ll go with you. Anywhere, just say the words.”
“Careful, a promise like that and I’ll keep you by my side forever.” He teases.
“That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Don’t joke around like that, someone might think you were proposing.”
You roll your eyes. “Maybe in a year or two, unless we’re already married in some wolfy way I don’t know about?”
He grins. “Not unless you want to be.”
“We’ll come back to that later, much later. For now, I’ve got a pile of books that need to be put on high shelves with your name written on them.” You tell him, standing up and stretching, tired of sitting down for so long.
“God, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You expected his werewolf reveal to be more of a shock, but it made so many things about him make sense, things that you had already loved about him. Maybe one day, you and Shanks would leave this town together, to be happy somewhere else. But that's in the future, and today you are content with Shanks picking you up in his arms and peppering your face with kisses.
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Anything, Anything, Anything
Sanji x gn! Reader
WC: 1.5k
Warnings: mild spice (just making out)
Sanji isn’t your soulmate, but that doesn’t stop you from being in love with him.
The man you’re in love with isn’t your soulmate, you know that for a certain fact. You met your soulmate when you were eight years old, a passing face in a busy port town. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you,” etched on your side forever and said by someone you don’t know, someone you don’t love.
Sanji doesn’t know you’re in love with him, but you know he hasn’t found his soulmate yet, even if he really wants to. He’s an old fashioned romance type, even if he denies it. You don’t know where his soulmark is, have never asked because it’s painful to think about.
The crew asks about your soulmate, and you answer, saying you never saw them again after the five minutes you’d met, but you didn’t mind, because you wanted to find love on your own, not because some writing on your ribcage told you who you should love.
“Are you sure you’ll never meet them again?” Robin asks, hand on her cheek as she listens to everyone talk intently.
You shrug. “Big world out there Robin, with an even bigger ocean. But, I don’t care if I meet them again. If it happens it happens.”
She nods in understanding, but doesn’t ask anything else.
“I don’t get what the big deal is,” Luffy remarks, “I’ve never had a soulmark. But if I did, my soulmate would have to wait until I was king of the pirates to meet me!”
You roll your eyes at your captain’s enthusiasm, but you admire him. He never seems bothered at the fact that he doesn’t have a soulmate, Zoro the same way. Usopp and Sanji seem to lament not finding their soulmates yet, but they shove that worry aside to follow Luffy everywhere he takes them.
And then, you make port in a small town, known for their unique cuisine, which Sanji is, of course, ecstatic for.
He splits off from the group almost immediately and you fight the urge to tail and scold him. He’s a grown man, if he gets into a fight he can defend himself.
You instead go off with Nami and Usopp, who want to check out the shops. You don’t feel like being alone today.
You spend a few moments looking at a few odds and ends but not really interested in anything. Eventually, you leave the pair behind and walk through town, greeting the occupants with a grin.
And then Sanji runs into you, quite literally. He knocks you on your ass and then helps you up.
“Geez, Sanji, you’re white as a ghost.” You tease, dusting yourself off.
“Sorry,” he says, “I just….I’m out of it.”
“What happened? You were practically bouncing off the walls a few hours ago.”
“I met my soulmate.” The cook sounds scared, not at all like the lovestruck fool you know he can be.
Your heart drops. “Oh. That’s great, Sanji. I’m happy for you.”
Awkward silence passes before you tell him you need to go and you bolt towards the Sunny as fast as you can go. You say a quick greeting to those who stayed on the ship and then bury yourself under the covers on your bunk. You don’t come out until long after everyone is asleep.
You creep into the kitchen, looking for a snack and something to drink when the light brightens the room. You freeze, piece of bread midway to your open mouth.
“Oh,” Sanji says, “it’s just you.”
“Just me.” You repeat.
“I thought it was Luffy. He likes to sneak in here sometimes.”
“I know. Sometimes I help him.”
“You what?”
“Kidding.”
You sit on the counter, sandwich and water next to you. It’s silent between the two of you as you finish your meal.
“Are you okay?” He asks as you rinse out your glass.
“Peachy.” You respond.
“Don’t lie.”
You sit back on the counter. “Doing as well as I can be.”
“”I’m in love with you.” He says, like he’s telling you about the weather.
“No you’re not.” You say, a little dumbly.
He laughs in disbelief. “I am.”
“You have a soulmate.”
“I told them I didn’t want them. That I had someone else.”
“But- I don’t….I don’t understand. You always went on about meeting them, how could you just cast them aside?”
“I thought that if I pretended I wanted to meet my soulmate bad enough, I’d eventually believe it, that I’d forget about you. But it didn’t work.”
Sanji’s hands are on your shoulders, bringing you close, trying to bring you even closer. His eyes are wide, almost desperate as he stares at you, like he’s trying to get you to believe him through looks alone. His voice is strained as he speaks.
“I’d do anything for you. Anything.”
You let out a soft gasp at his words, almost unable to believe them. “I just-are you sure, Sanji? You met your soulmate, for fuck’s sake. What if you don’t know if this is what you want?” What if you don’t want me, remains unspoken.
“I know what I want,” he tells you, firm, “because it’s right here in my hands.”
You know the tears fall when he wipes a thumb across your face, and then he’s pulling you into a desperate kiss, your arms locked around his shoulders. He’s kissing down your neck and whispering to you: “anything, anything, anything.”
Before you can even think, he’s made his way back up to your lips, and presses against them again, whimpering slightly, like he’s wanted nothing but this for ages.
The two of you pull away and he presses his forehead to yours. His cheeks are flushed, pale skin tinged a light pink. “I love you, I love you.” He whispers, almost imperceptible, almost as if he’s scared you’ll change your mind.
You repeat the words to him, in that same delicate tone, the same soft whisper and he kisses up your arm as you do so, face still flushed.
His blazer comes off, the tie, the shirt. Your shirt. You see his soulmark, etched upon his ribs just like yours, and you run your fingers over it. He doesn’t stop you, though he shivers in response to the touch.
“I can almost pretend they match.” You whisper, mostly to yourself.
“I thought you didn’t believe in stuff like that.” He says, a kiss is placed on your bare shoulder.
“With you I do. I want to be bound to you by fate, Sanji.”
Sanji places his hand on your ribcage in turn. “I’d change it if I could, I’d leave my handprint right here, I’d leave my words etched upon your skin.”
You smile a little. “Do you remember what you said to me when we first met?”
“I asked if you were lost. Even then, I’d hoped you were my soulmate. Even when you didn’t say the words.”
“I don’t even know what it says.” You admit, looking down at the elegant scroll of writing on his side.
He lifts your chin up to meet his eyes. “That doesn’t matter anymore, I’ll get the biggest and ugliest tattoo in the world to cover it up, and then we’ll never think about it again.”
You laugh, albeit a little wetly, but your head swirls with emotions. A few hours ago you thought he didn’t love you back, that he didn’t even think about you. You almost fear that you’re in a dream.
“I love you.” He says again, like he’s testing out the words, but his eyes are still desperate, like you don’t believe him.
“I love you too.”
Reality hits you then and you let out another tear strained laugh. “You chose me over your soulmate.”
“As far as fate is concerned, you’re the only one I need.”
He kisses you again, pulling you close, the skin to skin contact a foreign but welcome sensation and the shiver that it causes leaves goosebumps in its wake.
The door to the kitchen opens and the both of you freeze. You and Nami make eye contact.
“I’m going back to bed.” She announces, and the door swings shut once again.
You and Sanji laugh, his head is on your shoulder as he lets out a silent wheeze.
“No more making out in the kitchen.” You tell him, still laughing.
“Then you definitely aren’t allowed in here anymore.”
You flush but playfully elbow him in the ribs. “Maybe you shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen.”
Sanji kisses your cheek and hands you your shirt. “We’ll hash out the details later.”
You’re loath to leave him, for some reason. But you shake the feeling off as leftover insecurity and kiss him gently, wishing him a good night. He keeps looking behind him as he walks to the bunk room.
You sigh dreamily as you sweep the deck and can’t help but think the stars look a little brighter that night.
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Zoro has a nasty habit of pushing people away. He’s done it his whole life, and with effort, some people had gotten through that wall he’d built up. You, more important than them all, had gotten through.
You and he had dated for a few years, meeting through Nami, whom you had shared a class with. He gave you the cold shoulder at first, hoping you would get the hint that he really didn’t need anymore friends, but like a fly, you came back and bothered him day after day.
You wormed your way through that wall, and then you were dating. Zoro always remembers being happiest when his arm was wrapped around you, tugging you into his side. When your head was tucked underneath his chin.
And then, disaster struck. Except the disaster was him, doing what he did best. Pushing you away.
You had wanted to move in together, he didn’t. You were okay with that, you said, you would wait until he was ready. But that wasn’t enough for Zoro, expert at keeping everyone at arm’s length. It was argument after argument until finally you had thrown in the towel.
“I’m done,” you had told him, standing in the middle of his apartment, a box full of the things you had kept over there, “I won’t do this back and forth anymore with you.”
Zoro didn’t respond, the walls were already back up as far as he was concerned. He heard you sigh, a little tearfully, and then walk out of the door and out of his life.
In the days after, he started to regret it all. He thought about you, about how you would always hold his hand in yours while you walked through the city, so he wouldn’t get lost. The handmade crafts you had given him, birthday and valentine’s day and christmas cards that he had carelessly thrown out after the breakup, now wishing he hadn’t. Zoro thought, a little foolishly, that maybe you would come back.
But then the days turned to weeks, the weeks to months and finally, a year had passed, and he spent all of it missing you. He wrote you a letter once, despite everyone telling him not to, despite it being an almost dead form of communication. He never got one back.
The day after Valentine’s day, he has a missed call from you. His heart stops, but then his hands are shaking as he calls you back as fast as he can. You pick up on the third ring.
“Hello?”
“It’s Zoro. You called me.”
You hush someone in the background of the call. He doesn’t know who it is. “An accident, sorry.”
“Did you ever get my letter?” It's like the question is ripped out of him.
“I did.”
“Did you read it?”
“No.”
He swallows harshly. “Alright. Nice talking to you.”
“Goodbye, Zoro.”
He listens to the dial tone for a moment before the reality of the situation. This is his fault, he drove you away and has to face the consequences for it.
He doesn’t know how to do that. How to get over you, or if he ever will.
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You met Sakusa a few years back and while he’s definitely an acquired taste, you didn’t think he was as bad as everyone made him out to be. The two of you became roommates, and then it transitioned into dating naturally, which always raises eyebrows.
People always ask you how you and Sakusa could live together even though the two of you are polar opposites. Most of the time it’s really code for “but you’re so nice, and he’s such an asshole.” The truth is, so are you. You’re just more subtle about it. Besides, even if you weren’t, you love him.
Even now as he leaves you to fend for yourself while you have the flu. You’re whining as he packs a bag, nose stuffed and coughing.
“Kiyoomi.” You wheeze out.
“I love you,” he starts, “but if I get sick….”
You wince as you remember the last time he got sick because of you. Atsumu and Hinata banging on your door, demanding Sakusa’s presence. And they did that until he was well enough to go to practice again. You also remember how miserable Sakusa was, and you definitely don’t want to put him through that again.
You roll your eyes playfully. “I understand. I’ll just be here alone, wallowing in our bed.”
That earns you a small laugh, before he tells you he loves you and walks out of the door. You miss him the moment the apartment is quiet. You’ve always been clingy when you’re sick, a downside to when Sakusa doesn’t like being near sick people. He cares in his own way, you know that. When you’re sick its constant texts, asking how you are, if he can send Bokuto to the store to get whatever you need.
You sigh a little before rolling over and going back to sleep. The sooner you can get better, the sooner your boyfriend can come back home. The bed smells like him, like mint, amber and lemon. You snuggle deeper into it, sleep greeting you soon after.
***
A day later, you hear the frantic knock that can only belong to Hinata so, with a groan, you shakily walk through the door to greet your favorite member of the Black Jackals.
He beams at you from underneath his mask, hands so full with tupperware containers you wonder how he even managed to knock on the door.
Hinata greets you brightly. “Hope you feel better soon! Omi stayed up a little late making all this food for you. He asked me to bring it by.”
Your eyes well with tears. “He did? Tell him thank you for me.”
As you take the containers, Hinata beams again. “I will! Make sure to get lots of rest.”
You bid him farewell and take out your phone, sending Sakusa a picture of you and the mountain of tupperware he made his younger teammate bring.
He messages back with a simple: “you look gross” which is then followed back with a heart emoji.
You roll your eyes. What a loser( your loser). You send back an I love you.
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Would That I
Knight! Vash x Royalty! Reader
wc: 5.3k
Warnings: brief mentions of blood, losing an arm.
You are second in line for the throne and Vash is your personal guard, after years of pining, you confess your love and loyalty to each other, but cannot be together.
You grinned as you moved the chess piece, ending the game with a swift checkmate. Vash groaned, leaning back in his chair in defeat. You tried to look anywhere but his exposed arms and exposed throat.
“You win again,” he told you, smiling, “I’m going to have to start practising.”
You stood up from the chair, dusting yourself off. “Oh? And who would you practise with? You said yourself that Sir Wolfwood’s a cheat and Lady Meryl scares you too much to even try to play against her.”
“I’ll start picking up books from the castle library.”
The two of you walked shoulder to shoulder towards the garden’s entrance and Vash had an uncharacteristic frown on his face.
“You’ve been quiet all day.” You told him, a hand lightly placed on his arm. You could feel his body heat through your glove.
“I leave tomorrow. I’ll be gone for a month, at the least. Three at most.”
“Where will you go?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know for sure, some town on the outskirts has had trouble with bandits, we’re being sent to get rid of them. Wolfwood, Milly and myself. A few others.”
“Can I see you off?”
“You must, I fear I’d perish without a good luck farewell from the royal highness themself.”
Three months without your best and closest friend, the aspect made tears threaten to well up in your eyes. “Write to me?”
He ceased his teasing and took your hand in his, clutching it to his chest, his blue eyes looking into your own. “Every week. I’ll even bring you back a souvenir.”
“Just bring yourself back in one piece.”
The air between the two of you was charged with something you couldn’t name, but it faded quickly when he dropped your hand and made his way back towards the barracks.
You watch him until he disappears from your sight and you wonder how you’re supposed to sleep knowing that tomorrow morning could be the last time you see him.
***
Vash is awake before dawn, the sky still an ugly grey. He’s loath to leave your side, but knows you’ll be safe within the kingdom’s walls. He holds the horse’s reins tightly, knuckles turning white and looks out, searching for any sign of you.
Wolfwood and Milly are atop their own horses, but it’s the former who says something.
“We can’t wait for much longer, Vash, the other knights have already left. You sure they're coming?”
He nodded firmly. You wouldn’t lie to him.
Like you’d been summoned, you came tearing down the main square in our sleep clothes, a robe pulled tight around you. The sight made his heart swell.
“Wait! Vash, don’t leave yet!”
Milly and Wolfwood stifled their laughs as you reached them, chest heaving. “Sorry I’m late.”
He hopped off of his horse and you pulled him into a crushing hug, burying your face in his chest.
“Hey,” he whispered, “it’s going to be okay.”
“It doesn’t make sense to send you when you're my bodyguard.”
“But I’m still a knight.”
“I want you to stay here with me. What if you don’t come back?”
He raised your head to look you in the eyes. “I would fight through a million enemies to come back to you.”
“Remember to write to me. Please.”
Vash kissed your hand before he could decide against it. “Every week.”
You bit your lip, like you were going to say something and then decided against it.
“Vash, we’ve gotta go!” Milly called and he sighed.
You grabbed his arm and you crashed your lips to his. He didn’t get a chance to revel in the feeling before you pulled away from and ran back towards the castle. Vash could feel tears on his face, but they weren’t his.
***
The months without Vash were hard and almost too much for you to handle, but letters came every week from Vash, just like he’d promised. Every letter had a flower pressed between the pages.
Meryl, though she thought it was annoying that you kept re-reading his letters during her lessons, knew that there were few people in this world as important to you as Vash. Your own family didn’t even make the list. Being king, queen and the heir to the throne meant that they didn’t have time for you.
It was strange to be anywhere without the blonde knight, you went everywhere together. Joined at the hip, more than a normal royal and their knight should be. Where once there was laughter by your side, there was silence.
You wondered if you had ruined everything with that kiss, however brief it was. When he returned, would he even want to see you? Would he choose to return as your bodyguard? Or would he ask to be replaced, effectively never seeing you again?
He never said anything as such in the letters, but you knew him to be a good liar, a man who never let anyone truly know what he was thinking. He never mentioned the kiss, either.
For you, it was all you had thought about, even before. You knew you had loved Vash for a long time, maybe not love at first sight, but when you got to know him. Maybe when the both of you had turned into teens, when arms and legs were less lanky and voices were deeper. But the when didn’t matter as much as the why. When Vash was as kind and as brave as he was. Always eager to help others, no matter the cost. Even if the cost was his life. It’s why you had been so scared for him to leave, because if it had come down to saving a life and him, he would always choose the former.
The door to the library burst open, and a guard stormed in. “Your highness, the knights have returned.”
You stood, the books piled on your lap spilling to the ground. “Where are they?”
“The clinic. They were all injured, but no fatalities.”
You thanked the guard before rushing out the door. You needed to see him, needed to hold him in your hands to make sure he was actually here and safe.
You slammed the doors to the clinic open, searching the faces for Vash.
Wolfwood, who you didn’t know too well, approached you from the side. “Vash got a private room. Through there.”
You thanked him, before taking off towards the closed door. When you opened it, you gasped.
Vash was on a bed, armour stripped off, fresh scars riddling his body. He sat up slowly. “Told you I’d come back.”
A sob tore its way out of your throat and you collapsed by his bedside.
He took your hand in his.”Hey, it’s alright. I’m okay. It’s not even that bad.”
“You’ve been stabbed. Multiple times, how is that not bad?”
“Well, fighting off millions of enemies to get back to you will do that.” He said with a chuckle and wince.
“Let’s keep it to one enemy at a time.”
“I got you something.” He told you, rubbing a circle into the back of your hand.
“You didn’t need to.”
He shrugged, wincing again. “It reminded me of you, I had to buy it. When I can stand without help, I’ll give it to you.”
You glanced at the closed door and leaned forward, planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Vash was silent for only a moment before he opened his mouth to say something, interrupted by the healer entering the room.
“He’s not supposed to have visitors,” she told you, “even if they are royalty. I’m sorry.”
You nodded and stood up. “Of course, I’ll come back when he’s ready.”
The healer smiled as you bid her farewell and once you were outside of the clinic, you let the tears fall. He had come back to you. Just like he’d promised.
***
Vash is young when he sees you for the first time. You’re young too, but the weight on your shoulders is too heavy. Second in line for the throne but you are already weighed down by a crown you won’t wear.
The knight captain brings him towards your parents and your father nods in approval. You hide behind your mother’s skirts.
The king beckons you forward and you obey, curtsying when you see him. Vash bows, because that was what he was taught.
“This is Vash,” the knight captain introduces him, “we’ve already begun training him to be a knight.”
The king and queen scan him up and down, like he is a horse up for auction. “Perhaps he’d fare better as a bodyguard for our youngest child.”
You look him in the eyes for the first time, and Vash has decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to protect you.
It's something he thinks even now, as he fought to stay alive during his mission, as he saw the necklace that reminded him of you, as he read the words you wrote back to him.
He thinks of the two kisses you had given him, yearning for more, like they were a drug. Like you were a drug. Maybe you were, maybe that would explain how he’d loved you for so long.
It was selfish, perhaps, to keep you so close to him. To take your hand in his so often, to hold you with the intimacy of a lover. You were so beloved to him, it was impossible to think he’d be the same to you.
The box was heavy in his hands as he stood outside of the door to your chambers, now allowed to leave the clinic since he’d healed. He knocked once, quietly, since it was late.
You opened it, your face painted with the soft glow of candlelight. “Vash, I didn’t know you were better, I would’ve come to visit.”
“May I come in?”
“You never need to ask.”
The two of you stood in your room, the door closed and the curtains drawn, no one around to see.
“This is what I got you.” He handed you the box, his gaze averted.
“Vash….this is gorgeous.”
“I said it reminded me of you, didn’t I?”
He knew the necklace, a simple pearl on a gold chain, wasn’t as extravagant as the other things you owned, but it was still beautiful.
You handed him the necklace and turned around. “Help me put it on?”
Carefully, like he was handling a china doll, he clasped the jewellery around your neck, the pearl sitting in the hollow of your throat. His fingers brushed your neck. He wondered what it would be like to press a kiss against the nape of it.
“How’s it look?”
“You look….I mean, it looks beautiful.”
You bit your lip, and without thinking, he reached up and brushed your lip with his thumb. The skin was soft.
“Vash….”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Anytime you want.” You sounded breathless. Stunned.
He pulled you into a kiss, a proper kiss, and it took his breath away. You were warm against him. The fabric of your night clothes bunching up where his hands sat, the bare skin against his hands scorching. More, more, more, his mind supplied, but he’d never take more than you offered him.
Without realising it, he’d ended up sitting on a chair, your body above his, kissing him as deep as you possibly could, as close as you could, like you could never be close enough, his hand edging underneath your shirt. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you no matter how close the two of you got.
You pulled away, eyes heavy lidded and lips swollen. “I love you.”
The words left him breathless, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What?”
“I love you, I am in love with you.”
He placed his head on your chest, pulling you closer, ignoring how his cock jumped at the movement. “I love you too. So, so much.”
You raised his head and kissed him again, And again. The two of you spent what seemed like hours kissing. It was all he’d ever wanted.
***
You and Vash had three days of peace before disaster struck. An attack on an allied kingdom had signified an oncoming war and even though it had only been about a month since Vash’s last mission, you could tell he was going to be sent out again, and soon.
This thought haunted you. This war could kill him and although you know he’d be happy to die protecting this country, and by extension you, you couldn’t allow that to happen. You wouldn’t.
You cornered Vash in a secluded area of the library, the shelves hiding you from prying eyes. He grinned and leaned in for a kiss, but you stopped him, biting your lip.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“You’re going to be sent out on a mission again. What if something happens to you?”
He pressed his forehead to yours. “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do know that. A million armies, remember?”
You were silent for a few moments before you spoke again. “I want to run away. From the kingdom, from everything. With you.”
Vash’s eyes widened in shock, and he was speechless for what seemed like years. “I….can’t do that.”
“And why not?”
“I just can’t, you don’t understand.”
“Then help me understand.”
When he was silent, you scoffed and stormed off, not caring about how petulant you may have seemed. You can hear his footsteps behind you, but you don’t slow down, not even as you make it upstairs to your room.
You slam the door to your chambers, only for them to open back up shortly after, the footsteps of your knight stopping behind you.
“I can’t run away with you,” Vash tells you, his voice desperate and tear filled, “if we leave here, you could die and you’re too important. I am not important enough for you to abandon everything for.”
You whirl on him and shove him so hard, he nearly stumbles into the door. “Damn you, Vash, you’re important to me! Can’t you see that? Or are you blinded by your own sense of duty, of obligation, that you can’t see that I would sacrifice anything to keep you safe? To keep you here? With me?”
His gaze was averted from yours, hidden by his blonde hair. “I can’t take you away from this life. You have to understand-“
“I’m tired of hearing that word. Understand. Understand that I must leave to fight in a foolish war. Understand that you must live your life constantly under guard. Understand that we can’t be together even though we want it over everything else in the world. As long as I remain here we can’t be together, we will always kiss in secluded corners or empty rooms. My running away is about more than you, it’s about being free, being free from the family that doesn’t care about me, being free from the weight that’s on my shoulders, but I want to do that with you. You’re my family now, you always have been.”
Once again, he said nothing, and you sighed heavily. “Just leave.”
He opened the door, but before he left, he stopped in the doorway. “I leave a week from now. Early in the morning.”
The door shut and you heard him walk away.
***
You didn’t see him off, that was all Vash could think about as he rode on horseback through the woods towards the border of the kingdom. He figured you wouldn’t, not after that argument. It’s the longest you’d been without talking to him.
He did wonder, however brief, what it would be like to run away with you. Would the two of you live in a cottage in a faraway forest, or would you live in a bustling town with fake names and disguises? But he couldn't, no matter how tempted he was. You were the whole world to him, he would kneel to you and fight for you, even if it meant never being together the way he had dreamed about, he wasn’t worth your devotion. Wasn’t worth running away from all you had known.
He thinks of the letter he left in the hands of Meryl. “In case I don’t come back,” he’d told her, but now he was unsure if that was the right choice. He should’ve given it to you himself, but he was afraid that if he’d seen you, he would’ve abandoned everything he knew and taken you in his arms and ran away with you, wherever you had wanted.
The loyalty he felt to you was unwavering, but he couldn’t put it above the loyalty he had to the crown. Then again, the crown may have taken him in after his brother disappeared, but it was you that had gotten him to open up, gotten him to smile and laugh. He was a fool to tell you he wouldn’t run away with you, because now that is all he wanted to do. But it was too late.
“It’ll be okay Vash,” Milly said, coming up next to him on her horse, “I’m sure they just overslept. Meryl said they hadn’t been sleeping lately.”
“Maybe, Milly. I’m sure they’ll be okay.”
“You can always write a letter when we get there.” Wolfwood chimed in.
Vash was going to write you a letter everyday, even if you didn’t want them. He would pour his heart and soul and dedication into all of them. He loved you and even if he died in this stupid war, he was going to make sure you knew that.
***
When the first letter from Vash comes, you crumple it and throw it away, only to dig it out of the trash and cry immediately after. Vash was a bastard and you wanted to hate him with every fibre of your being, but you couldn’t.
You didn’t write back. Even after letter after letter came and didn’t stop. It felt a little foolish, giving him this silent treatment, but the heartbreak you felt wasn’t foolish, it was real and it still hurt, even if it was coming up on a year since Vash had left.
When the 365th letter had come, you finally wrote back. You missed him more than you were angry at him, and it was slowly killing you to watch the pile of letters grow, unopened but weathered.
A letter doesn’t get sent back.
You’re not angry, you figured this might be a possibility. He has a right to be just as angry as you were, and you would not deny him that. You would never deny him anything.
When months pass by with no letter from Vash, you begin to fear the worst. The best case scenario is that he’s alive and angry with you, but the worst ones always have him dead on a battlefield, covered in blood. It scares you the most, losing him like that, where his last thoughts of you are of you being angry at him. You were such a fool, being so selfish when he has only ever thought of what’s best for you, even when he told you he wouldn’t go with you, it was for you.
There’s a knock on your chamber door and you tell whoever it is to come in, not turning from your spot by the window.
“If I’d have known I would get this warm reception, I would’ve come back home sooner.” The familiar voice dripping with sarcasm.
You whirled around in your chair with a gasp, tears welling up in your eyes. It was Vash.
You stood up from your seat and pulled him into a hug, burying your sobs into his neck. “I thought you were dead, or worse.”
“Not dead, but not entirely back in one piece like you’d prefer.”
It was then you noticed that he was missing an arm and you gasped. “Oh Vash….”
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m alive, aren’t I?”
“I’m so sorry…”
He shook his head. “I’m not. Like I told you. A million armies to come home to you.”
“They won’t let you be my guard anymore. I can’t let them take you away from me again. I just got you back. I won’t let them.”
He put his hand on your face. “Weren’t you the one that wanted to run away? Well, then let’s run away.”
“Are you sure?”
Vash sat on your bed, pulling you down next to him. “When I was out there, I did a lot of thinking, especially when I was in the makeshift clinic. You are where I’m safest, my home. And I realised that I want to marry you, I want to be with you, and we can’t do that here.”
You hugged him, knocking him onto the bed with the force of it and he laughed. “So, you’re not angry with me anymore?”
You wiped the tears from your eyes. “When you didn’t reply to my letter, I feared the worst and I couldn’t bear the thought of your last memory of me being anger.”
“Well, I did think I was going to die, but my last thought of you was about how happy you make me, how I finally got to hold you in my arms after so many years of wishing I could.”
“You’re the most important person in the world to me. So, let’s do it. Let’s run, right now.”
“In the middle of the day? We’d get caught, especially you, you’re the second in line and you stick out like a peacock in the middle of a flock of pigeons.”
“Tonight then?”
His hand gripped yours. “Tonight. I can borrow clothes from Meryl or Wolfwood if I have to, you could even wear some of mine. I’ll leave them by your door later.”
“You sound pleased at the notion of me in your clothes.”
“Of course. I think you’d look lovely in them.”
You rolled your eyes, but frowned. “I have to say goodbye to Meryl before we leave, she’s been a good friend to me lately, I can’t bear to leave her without a proper farewell.”
“She won’t turn us in?”
You thought of Meryl’s own relationship with her knight, Milly, and shook your head. “No, I think she’ll be happy for us.”
Vash nodded. “Alright then, I’ll see you tonight, in the gardens.
“By our chess table.”
He rushed out the door and when the door slammed shut, you picked up the most boring bag you owned and began to pack.
***
The night was clear and crisp, Vash could see his breath appear in little clouds before him. He was glad the two of you were running on a night as pretty as this.
You showed up a few moments later, the pants Meryl’s but the shirt was his, a cloak wrapped around you.
“Did you see Meryl?” He asked, taking your hand in his.
“Yes, she said she wouldn’t tell anyone she saw us and wished us luck. She also gave me this to give to you.” You pulled out the letter he had given the woman in case he hadn’t made it back to you. He let go of your hand to shove it in his pocket.
“Now, we can’t go out the front gate, but we can’t climb the wall. What do we do?”
You grinned, pulling him along with you until you stopped in front of an old iron wrought gate. “It’s basically abandoned, no one comes back here anymore. I found it when I was little.”
“Does it still open?”
Nodding, you let go of his hand and pulled the handle. The gate opened with a loud creak and you quickly ushered him through so you could close it.
And then you were free, almost.
He breathed a sigh of relief. “All we have to do is make it to the edge of the kingdom. It’s a few days of a walk, but Wolfwood will be waiting with a horse. The rest is up to us.”
You pulled him into a kiss, your nose cold as it accidentally bumped his own. “I’m thinking somewhere with lots of people, but not in town.”
He put his arm around you and pulled you in close. “So, a little cottage just outside of town?”
“With a dog and a cat. And our horse, of course.”
He snickered. “You rhymed.”
You rolled your eyes, giving him another quick kiss before pulling away. “We’re not out of the woods yet.”
“Then let’s go.”
***
It took a week to get to the edge of the kingdom, where Wolfwood was waiting.
He handed the reins to Vash and then bowed to you. “Highness.”
You shook your head and wrinkled your nose. “No, not anymore. And no bowing, either.”
The knight grinned. “That an order?”
You rolled your eyes and got on the horse, Vash following.
“I’ll write to you when we’re safe.” Vash told him, a grin on his face.
“You’d better, or I’ll come kick your ass.”
“You won’t even know where we are.”
Wolfwood rolled his eyes. “Then I’ll knock on every door until I find yours.”
As you and Vash rode off into the forest, no longer within your kingdom’s territory, you turned and watched as Wolfwood disappeared into the distance, and with it, the only life you had ever known.
Your hands tightened around Vash as you buried your face into his back to stop the oncoming tears.
“Are you okay?” His voice was soft and kind, full of concern.
You sniffed, embarrassed. “I know it was my choice to leave, but it hurts. I thought it’d be easier, that's all.”
“If you want to cry, I promise to pretend not to hear.”
You let out a laugh that was thick with tears. “I love you.”
“I love you too, we’ll get through this together, okay?”
You nodded. “Together.”
You stared out into the forest ahead of you, the trees so much like the ones back home but so different at the same time, holding promises of a new future where you wouldn’t feel ignored, where you were more than royalty. Where Vash remained at your side even when you didn’t have any jewels or a crown.
***
You and Vash decide to stay just outside a bustling town that’s right by the sea, in a cottage that you buy for almost nothing. And it is far, far away from home, where no one will ever find you.
Vash laments not being able to carry you inside, but you silence him with a kiss, insisting that it doesn’t matter, now that you’re with him and that everything is perfect.
Vash peeks at your empty left ring finger and thinks that there’s one more thing that would make a perfect start to your brand new life. So, early one morning, before you wake up, he heads into the already energetic town to shop for a ring.
The owner greets him happily, using the fake name he had given the first day the two of you had arrived and offers his assistance.
“Well, I need an engagement ring. Something to give someone that gave me everything even when I had nothing to offer.”
“Pretty hefty guidelines there, but I’ve got a few for you, being a seaside town and all, a lot of our rings have pearls, is that alright?”
He grinned. “That’s perfect.”
Vash spends a little longer in town, picking up groceries and something else for you, just because he sees it and thinks of you.
When he gets back home, you’re at the stove, cooking. He goes up behind you and presses kisses on your neck, making you laugh.
“Went shopping, did you?” You ask, turning your head to plant a kiss on his lips.
“I got you something. Close your eyes.”
“I can’t, I’ll burn the eggs.”
“It’ll be one second.”
You roll your eyes but comply and Vash presses the gift in your hand, the ring tucked safely in his pocket for later.
You gasp when you gaze at the gift. A small music box in pale blue. “Oh Vash….it’s gorgeous.”
“I saw one like it in your room back….well, I know it won’t replace the one you left behind, but I had to try.”
“I love it, I love you.” You kissed him again and again and again. Until the smell of burning made the both of you jump back in surprise, causing you to dump the pan in the sink, dousing it with water while he turned off the stove.
“I knew I should’ve listened to Meryl when she talked about cooking.” You told him with a sigh.
He put his arm around your waist and pulled you in close. “It was my fault that time, so don’t feel bad sweetheart.”
You kissed his nose. “Well, I hope you’re not hungry.”
The ring was burning a hole in his pocket, but he decided to wait until tonight, for the perfect moment.
***
The dining room is lit only by candlelight as you come back into the house from putting the horse away for the night and the smell of dinner wafting from inside, making your stomach growl.
“You did all of this while I was out?” You asked, toeing your shoes off by the door and heading deeper into the house.
“It was simple, but I wanted to do something for you.”
You sighed and shook your head. “You do enough, Vash.”
He kissed your cheek. “It’ll never be enough. You’re the love of my life, and I’m going to spend my entire life trying to show you that.”
“Vash, I’m the one who should be thanking you. You’ve already given me everything.”
He shook his head. “I’m trying to propose to you, but it’s not going like I wanted it to.”
Vash reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, inside was a ring, dainty in size, but gorgeous all the same.
A thin gold band and a cluster of tiny diamonds surrounding a pearl.
“This is gorgeous…. I don’t know what to say.”
He laughed nervously. “I’m hoping you’ll say yes.”
You kissed him deeply and he slid the ring onto your finger. It was almost hard to believe you would get something like this in life, that you and Vash weren’t doomed.
“So,” he said between kisses, “is this a yes?”
You rolled your eyes. “Yes. And I know just the way to celebrate.”
You took him by the hand and led him into your bedroom.
***
The ring on your finger glinted in the morning sun as Vash woke up with a stretch, your bare skin covered by the less than luxurious sheets, but you had a content smile on your face as you slept.
He thought back to all those months ago, when you were royalty and he was your knight, when the both of you thought that’s all your relationship would ever be, kisses in corners and hands held under the chess table. Now you’re both here, where no one knows who you are and where the two of you can be together until you’re old and grey and he can’t get out of bed without throwing his back out. The thought makes him laugh, and you stir awake.
You grin sleepily at him. “Morning.”
He grins back. “Morning.”
“Are you watching me sleep?”
“Your snoring woke me up, actually.”
You roll your eyes and smack him playfully. “Bully.”
He pulls you into his chest and kisses the top of your head. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Vash always thought that when he looked at you, he saw his future. And he was right.
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Welt can’t explain it at first, the way his eyes follow you every time you enter a room, the way his body itches to be next to you. He’s drawn to you, in a way that hes never been drawn to anyone before. And then he realizes he’s in love with you.
Not that you would notice, you’re so oblivious to his attraction with you, that you probably wouldn’t notice until he made it obvious. But every smile you directed at him, every time you clung to him as the express took off or fell asleep on his shoulder, it made his heartbeat pick up, something he thought it had lost the ability to do a long time ago.
Welt can’t think when you’re near him, which is always. Having coffee in his room, staying up late with him, laughing at something he said, even if its not funny. It isn’t until you kiss him one night after everyone goes to bed that he realises you feel the same way about him. He kisses you back then, with a type of desperation that isn’t unlike a man starved and takes you to bed that night.
The next morning he tells you that he loves you and you say it back.
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Kind Stranger
Vash x gn!Reader
wc: 1.2k
notes: general fluff, kissing, sharing a bed.
After getting lost on your way to a new town, you get directions from a kind stranger.
The desert was hot and windy, but you endured it as you made your way to your next destination, wherever that was. You looked closer at the map, but couldn’t make sense of the direction you were headed in, which meant that you were lost.
You groaned and shoved the map back into your pocket, getting ready to turn back the way you came when someone tapped you on the shoulder. “Um, excuse me?”
You shrieked in surprise, nearly falling over in your hurry to back away from the stranger., but he made no move to harm you.
His face was red and his green eyes were wide. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you, I just wanted to offer you my help.”
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to sneak up on someone?”
“Maybe, maybe not. You seemed lost, so I came over to help.”
You sighed heavily. “I’m trying to find the nearest town, any idea where it is?”
The man thought for a moment and then pointed opposite of where you were facing. “About five miles that way.”
You grinned. “Thanks, I appreciate it. Are you headed that way too?”
He shook his head. “Heading the way you came, I hear the townsfolk are real friendly!”
“Well, I hope we run into each other again someday.”
He smiled. “Me too. You take care now, y’hear?”
You watched him walk away until he disappeared into the sandy hills, but it wasn’t until his red coat was swallowed up by the desert that you realized you hadn’t asked for his name.
***
It was a few weeks before you saw your kind stranger again, but he never strayed far from your thoughts. Who was he? Most people would’ve left you to die by the desert’s hand or robbed you, but he didn’t do any of that. You wondered if you would be able to return the favor one day.
Right at this exact moment, however, you were lost again and you wondered why you became a traveler if you were going to end up in this position so often.
“Dad was right,” you mutter to yourself, “if the sand doesn’t kill me, something else will.”
“Lost again, I take it?” Asked a familiar voice from your left.
You turned and grinned. “Hey stranger, heading my way?”
“And which way is your way?”
“I’m supposed to be headed towards May, but I can’t find it on my map.”
“Can I see that?” He questioned, green eyes eyeballing the map in your hand.
“If you can make more sense of it than me, sure.” You handed him the aged piece of paper.
“Well, you’ve got it upside down.”
Your eyes widened and you snatched it back from him. “No way. That’s so embarrassing! My folks were right, I’m going to die.”
He put a hand on your shoulder, in a comforting and gentle way, but his touch felt scorching. “Hey, don’t say that. Who listens to their parents, anyways?”
You sniffed. “I did, until I left home two months ago, but you don’t need to listen to me cry. We don’t even know each other.”
His hand left your shoulder and entered your own as he shook it. “Vash. Now we know each other and you can cry all you want.”
You laughed, and then looked at the sky darkening above you. “Wish I could, but if I want to reach May before nightfall, I’d better get a move on.”
Vash grinned at you. “Destined to go opposite ways, are we? I’ll see you next time.”
As the two of you went your separate ways, you felt his hand in yours and saw his smile in your mind when you closed your eyes. You hoped to see him again.
***
You don’t meet kind Vash on the road the next time you see him. In fact, you could say you don’t see him.
You run into someone as you both try to enter the inn at the same time, butting heads hard enough to make you wince.
“Ah jeez,” comes a voice you know well, “I’m so sorry.”
“Well, if it isn’t Vash, my personal navigator.”
He beams when he realizes it’s you. “It’s you! I knew our paths would cross again soon.”
“And we’re in the same place; a miracle in itself.”
The two of you walk up to the front desk, chatting as you do so.
The innkeep frowns as you approach. “I sure hope you two aren’t looking for a room; we’ve only got one left.”
Quicker than Vash can react, you take his hand and put on a lovesick. “My husband and I are on our honeymoon, so one room won’t be an issue for us, right dear?”
He nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, sweetheart.”
The man frowns but hands you the key. “Well, enjoy your stay.”
You snicker as soon as you're out of earshot and turn to Vash. “Well, dear husband, let’s go get some rest.”
He frowns. “You sure you want to share a room with a stranger?”
You rolled your eyes. “You helped me out when you didn’t know me, think of this as me saying thank you.”
“That was a little different.”
“Just share the room with me, Vash.”
He smiles, a little shocked. “You got it.”
The room in question is a little dusty, and there's a vase of fake flowers on a nightstand that have been there for so long, the colors have faded to gray, and right in the middle of it all is a king sized bed covered in orange bedding. It’s so ugly it makes you snort.
“Nice honeymoon location.” Vash jokes, standing awkwardly to one side.
“Better than sleeping out in the desert.” You tell him, shucking off your jacket and tossing it aside.
“You’re right about that.” He’s still standing stark still, even as you climb into bed.
“Vash, it’s fine. Just get in bed and sleep.”
He flushes. “Oh right!”
Vash takes off his own jacket, which covers a long sleeve black shirt, and clambers into the bed, facing you.
Your noses are touching.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You tease.
“I should tell you something.” He whispers, breath fanning your face.
“Is this where you tell me you’re a wanted man? Because I knew that ages ago.”
His eyes widened. “You knew? And you didn’t care?”
“Of course I knew, there’s only one man named Vash that fits your description. And, as for being scared of you; well, you didn’t seem so evil back in the desert when you helped me.”
The Humanoid Typhoon kisses you roughly, startling you so bad you nearly fall out of the bed. You both sit up and one of his hands circles around to your back, pulling you as close as he can without making you sit on top of him. You kiss back with the same fervor, remembering the heat from his hand on your shoulder and needing it all over your body if he would let you.
Vash opens his eyes (so, so green, like nothing you’ve ever seen before) and he pulls away, embarrassed. “Guess I should’ve asked first, sorry.”
You pull him in and place your forehead against his own. “Believe me, I could’ve stopped you if I wanted to; wanted man or not.”
He laughs. “I believe you.”
And he pulls you into another kiss.
The next morning. When you ask him what direction he’s heading in, he just grins and says: “whatever direction you're headed in.”
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Love Potion No.9
Sabo x gn! Reader
WC: 1.6k
Warnings: None
You’re a witch who’s been commissioned to make a love potion, and you’re struggling with it. Until you meet Sabo.
You cough as the cauldron expels black smoke, the spell backfiring. You’d been working on this potion for a few days, a customer had requested something like a love potion for her 20th anniversary with her wife. Something that would help them feel like teenagers in love again.
You wouldn’t know what that felt like, having never been in love, but you weren’t the best witch around for a hundred miles for nothing.
You scratch an ingredient off of your list. “Okay, mermaid’s tears are clearly a no. I’ll have to think of something else.”
You groan as you throw out the whole pot and then you notice the young man standing awkwardly at your front door.
“Sorry to uh, interrupt.” He says with a small smile.
“Oh that? Just my job. What do you need?”
The scar over his right eye is more noticeable now that you’re looking at him more intently. His blonde hair is hidden under a rather unflattering hat, too, but you won’t tell him that.
“My name’s Sabo, I need medicine for my brother, Luffy, and I was told you’re the one to see?”
“Medicine? What’s wrong with him?”
You beckon him inside so you can grab your notebook and a few other books. He sits at the table.
“Nice place.” Sabo tells you.
Your cottage is a hodgepodge of plants, decorations, spellbooks and potion bottles. The table he sits at is made of dark oak and is stained with paint and is riddled with cuts from knives.
You sit across from him. “So, what’s wrong with your brother?”
“Right. Well, he won’t eat, he sleeps, but it’s fitful. He has a fever, he coughs a lot. Ace, my other brother, said that he’s been sleepwalking but every doctor in town that I’ve been to says they can’t help, and everyone else says to come to you.”
You flip through your book. “Okay, and what was he like before and how long has he been like this?”
“A week or two? It’s hard to say, I’ve been staying up all night to take care of him. And he was energetic, loved to be up and about, and he definitely could eat, I’ll tell you that.”
He rubs his eyes, his hands covered in black leather gloves.
You frown and stand from your chair, hurrying over to your cabinet. You throw a few herbs and some oils into a bowl and grind them into an ointment. You then gather a few more herbs and place them in a bag.
You hand them both to Sabo. “The ointment is for your brother, rub it on his chest and back until the whole thing is gone, he should be better by then.”
“And what’s the bag for?”
You smile. “For you to get some sleep. Crush the leaves and make them into a tea. Let me know if it works, okay?”
He nods and thanks you. “How much do I owe you?”
“No charge. Not for something as important as this.”
“I can’t just take this.”
You roll your eyes. “You can and you will, now go on.”
He stands up and nearly falls over. “Sorry, I’m half-blind so….”
“It’s alright.”
You watch him walk away until he’s out of sight and then turn back to your cauldron. “Alright. Love potion round five.”
***
Two weeks go by before you see Sabo again, but this time he’s joined by two others and they all wear a matching grin.
You just got done throwing another batch of love potion out, so you wipe your hands on your apron. “Sabo, it’s good to see you again. What brings you by?”
“Well, you asked me to tell you if your ointment worked.”
The youngest stepped forward. “Thanks for helping me! And thanks for helping my big bro too, he hasn’t stopped talking about you this whole time!”
The other one, who you assume is Ace, slaps Luffy lightly on the shoulder. “Be nice, man.”
“Do you guys want some tea?”
They all nod enthusiastically and Luffy practically bounds in after you.
The brothers sit around your table, but leave the chair next to Sabo empty for you.
You set the cups in front of them and take your seat.
“So,” Ace starts, “what were you working on?”
“Oh, a woman in town asked me to make a love potion for her, but I’ve been having trouble with it.”
“Why?” Luffy asks.
“Part of it is ingredients, but the other part is that I’ve never been in love.”
“Really?” Sabo seems shocked, which is flattering.
“No one ever tells you this, but magic is half knowing what you’re doing and half knowing the feeling of the spell or potion you’re making.” You add a little wink to come off mysterious and Sabo flushes.
“That’s so cool.” Luffy praises, eyes wide.
“Oh, not really. Anyone can do it.”
“You’re too humble for someone who saved my brother’s life.” Ace remarks offhandedly.
“You should get up and walk around before you fall asleep.” Sabo tells his brother, who sighs heavily.
“I’ll take the crybaby with me. C’mon Lu.”
The two of them walk out, leaving you and their blonder brother to chat.
“Your brothers are great.” You tell him with a genuine smile.
“Ah, thanks. They’re a pain in my ass sometimes, though.”
You laugh. “I’m really glad Luffy made a full recovery. I mean that.”
“They’re all I have left, so it means the world to me that you helped him.”
You’re the one that's flustered this time as you avoid his gaze. “That’s just what I do.”
“What you do is amazing, you’re amazing.”
“You’re too kind.”
“Ace is right, you are too humble.”
You pick up the empty cups and put them in the sink. “Being humble is better than being arrogant.”
Sabo stands next to you and you switch sides with him so you’re on the side with his good eye. He thanks you and helps you wash the dishes.
“You should come by again sometime.” You tell him as he collects his things and calls for his brothers.
“Of course. You’ll have to come by sometime, too.”
He kisses your hand like a real gentleman and bids you farewell. You see Ace follow him with Luffy bounding behind them, a huge grin on his face.
You stare after them, your hand burning where Sabo’s lips touched it. For a few more minutes, you stand there, just thinking about his lips.
***
Sabo doesn’t leave you alone and nor does he leave your thoughts. Almost every day he’s at your cottage, helping you make the love potion that you still haven’t been able to complete, every batch a failure. Days turn to weeks, and the weeks to a few months.
You lay your head on your table. “This is pointless, I should just give that poor lady her money back. Her anniversary is next month.”
“No, you can do this, I know you can.” He tells you, your hand in his.
You smile shakily at him. “You really think that?”
“Of course. But for now, let’s take a walk.”
He stands up and pulls your chair out for you, waiting for you to stand before he opens the door for you.
The two of you walk shoulder to shoulder through the forest, and his hand never leaves yours.
“Luffy’s got this new friend, Usopp, one of the funniest kids I’ve ever met, but scared of everything. So different from Lu, it’s crazy.” He tells you.
“Well, you know Luffy, picks up friends whenever he goes.”
“He’s been begging for you to come back over, by the way.”
You smile. “After I finish this potion, I promise.”
“D’you think you’re close to figuring it out?”
“I think so? It’s hard to tell.”
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a small notebook. “Well, I was thinking….”
You listen intently as he lists different ingredients that might help. It’s peaceful in his company and you always feel your worries drift away when you're with him, the feel of his hand in yours is enough to calm your nerves.
It hits you then, that you may be in love with him. It wasn’t as dramatic as the books made it seem, but it was suddenly just there. A Feeling that you had now realized.
“You alright?” He asks after you don’t answer.
You don’t plan on saying anything, but the sudden swell of emotions is almost too great to keep a secret from him. “I’m in love with you.”
He seems confused. “I love you too.”
“Sabo. I’m in love with you, romantically.”
“I don’t understand, we’re together, aren’t we?”
Your jaw drops. “No?”
His face turns red. “Oh.”
“How long did you think we were together?”
“A month or two, at least.”
“And you didn’t think: oh it’s a bit weird we haven’t kissed, but it's okay?”
“I was raised to be a gentleman! I was taking it slow.”
You grab him by the coat and pull him into a small kiss, which he smiles into.
When you both pull away you grin. “I think I can finish that potion now.”
He grins back. “Then let’s not waste a moment.”
The two of you hurry back to the cottage and you finally finish the potion, the pink pearly sheen gleaming at you from the black of the cauldron.
“Smells almost like flowers.” He tells you.
“That’s a good thing. I hope.”
You bottle it carefully, sealing it with a light kiss.
“You’re amazing.” He tells you, a lovesick smile on his face. You wonder how long he’s looked at you like that.
“Thank you.” You respond, finally accepting a compliment from him.
He kisses the top of your head and pulls you close. “I love you.”
You say it back.
#character☀️: sabo#fandom☀️: one piece#daylightarchive#one piece x reader#one piece x you#op x reader#op x you#one piece imagines#sabo x reader#sabo x you#one piece imagine#reader insert#sunbathing with: sabo
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