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licorice-tea · 3 months

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You’re An Angel When You Sleep

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Content: angst, drowning, a little “off-screen” violence, hurt/comfort, near death experience

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: literally wrote this in between classes so hopefully it doesn’t feel too rushed! not edited super closely yet, the grammar might be a little off. inspired by the song “Around The Bend” by Pearl Jam, specifically the last verse <3

Edited 2/28/24

Law is sinking, and there’s nothing he can do.

People call it “The Curse of The Sea.” They say that “she” turns her back on you when you eat a devil fruit. It’s simply the price to pay for such immense power.

And he has never had to worry about it before. His devil fruit ability affords him the security of being to prevent trips into the ocean. Not that he ever would fall- Law is far too careful a man- but he has plenty of crewmates and friends/allies that could somehow knock him overboard.

How sickening, that the first time it actually happened was at the hands of an enemy. And how disappointing, that it had only happened because of his own pride. A foolish disregard of taking caution while standing close to the railing on the enemy ship, when one of his opponent’s underlings threw something that didn’t even really hurt, but sent him overboard. In the midst of a battle where everyone was expected to hold their own- Law could expect no help as he plunged into icy waters.

It’s cold enough as it is, and his curse does nothing to help. He tries his hardest to stay conscious- perhaps he can still use his power if he thinks hard enough. People awaken their devil fruits all the time, so there’s no reason why he can’t do it now. But, no matter how badly he wants to simply teleport back to the deck of the ship, he can’t. The feeling of impending doom only serves to weaken his resolve, and soon enough Law is unwillingly giving up and giving in to the sea.

He’s about 10-12 meters down now. The weight of the water makes it feel nearly impossible to hold his breath for longer, so he lets out an exhale ever so slowly.

But no one is coming, and it’s time to accept his fate. “This is it,” he thinks, “just another pirate lost to the sea. That’s how it ends for me.”

He takes a moment to reflect on life up until now. So much pain and suffering, but in the end he just can’t stop remembering what little good there has been. His crew, who, no matter how much they bothered him, were his family. His blood family and Corazon, who he hopes to see again soon if there is any sort of afterlife. Then there’s you- with your uncanny ability to make him smile and laugh, your clever personality and friendly nature, all your strength and intelligence, and seemingly unwavering good morals. Law feels he barely deserves to have known you in this life, let alone fall in love with you as he has. Which is why he never shared his feelings with you or anyone, in all the time you’d been on his crew. Before this moment, he’d at least had the comfort of knowing there would always be the future, and therefore more time to open up to you figure out his feelings.

“How foolish.”

Law is just about to close his eyes- at least then it might be a more peaceful demise- when there’s a splash that breaks the surface of the waves. His eyes shoot wide open as he tries to figure out what it is, as it’s rather difficult to see clearly with his vision blurring and on the verge of losing consciousness.

All he can be sure of is that it’s a person. The light from above the waves surrounds their silhouette giving them an angelic halo, but simultaneously blocking out all their features from his view.

Law wonders, “Are you here to seal my fate? To ensure I don’t find some way out of this?” If he could, he’d ask that they do it quickly. Still, that painfully hopeful little part of his mind can’t help but come out in what are more than likely his last moments alive. “Or, are you here to save me? Are you gonna give me a second third chance at this? I don’t deserve it, but I will accept it. I’ll use it to do more; work harder, fulfill every goal. Confess to y/n.”

And that hopeful streak seems to take over his body as he uses his last iota of strength to reach upwards. Law’s angel continues swimming downward, but he can’t hold his breath long enough to see them reaching out to him, too.

His last thought is of you. He swears he can see your face on this mystery person as they get closer; your pretty eyes and lips, your hair swirling around your form underwater. Could it actually be… No, he doubts you’d even seen him falling overboard. But maybe he’s already dead, and you really are an angel. Law doesn’t get the chance to fully consider either reality though, as he finally blacks out.

“Gimme gimme gimme… a man after midnight…”

This is how Law taught you to do CPR on someone whose heart had stopped. Years ago, when you were struggling with keeping count of 100-120 beats per minute, he told you to “think of a song with the same count.” Most everyone’s go-to CPR song is “Stayin’ Alive.” But, you prefer the classic ABBA song. You pause every 30 compressions to administer 2 breaths, and as you remove your lips from his, a thought crosses your mind. “He looks so peaceful like this.” And even while unconscious, he’s handsome… angelic, even. Nevertheless, you’d much rather have an alive and annoyed looking Law than a dead and calm one.

“Is there a soul out there… Someone to hear my-”

Law coughs suddenly, and shoots up into a sitting position, gasping for breath.

“Law!” You throw your arms around his neck, nearly knocking the man back over.

And though he’s still catching his breath and coming to his senses, he lets you, and puts an arm around your back. “Y/n,” another cough, “what happened?”

You release him (much to his disappointment) and explain how the fight had ended soon after the crew lost sight of him; their captain. And, while the others quickly overtook the enemies, you dove overboard where you’d last seen him. It was pure luck, though guided by your intuition, that you found Law beneath the surface.

“Then I swam over here-“

“Which is where?”

You nod in the direction behind him. “Just around the bend from the harbor. The Polar Tang and the enemy’s ship can be seen from there, so I thought it’d be best to hide while you…”

“While I was dying.”

“Don’t say it like that,” you scold him with a frown, “you’re alive.”

“But I could have died.” Law says with very little pride. He sounds a little out of it, which makes sense considering the circumstances. “I could have died, and you saved me.”

“Well, any one of us would’ve, Captain-“

“Thank you, y/n.”

You shake your head bashfully. “It was no problem, really.” That’s a lie, and you both know it. The water in this part of the ocean is freezing, but through some incredible resolve that you hadn’t been aware of before, you pushed through it. For him. “So… We should get back to the fight, yeah?”

You move to stand up from your place on your knees, but Law stops you. With his hand on your shoulder, he pulls you back down to his side. “You said the fight is over?”

“Mhm.”

“Then let’s just… stay here, for a moment.”

He leans toward you hesitantly, though you’re not sure if it’s because he feels weak or he just wants you to hold him again. Either way, you wrap your arms around him and rest your chin on his shoulder. You hold onto each other with gentle force, and you feel him exhale deeply.

“I need to tell you something.” Law mutters.

You pull back enough to see his face. “Right now? Can’t it wait, Law-“

“I can’t want any longer.” And he really can’t. He’d tell you about how he had mistaken you for a living, breathing angel another time. For now, he just needs to fulfill his promise to said angel (to you?), and confess his love for you.

“Ok… What is it?”

Law is very straightforward as he says it. “I’m in love with you.” And he makes it impossibly hard to return to the battle when he asks that you never leave him in this life, like so many others have. Which you promise not to, of course, though it’s not exactly your decision. You tell him that you love him too, and in turn demand that he doesn’t die on you, either. Law nods against you.

The two of you stay there a while longer, in each other’s arms around the bend.

#fanfic #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece #x reader #law x reader #law x you #law angst #angst with a happy ending #angst #h/c #devil fruit #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law #law x y/n

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millkyyo · 4 months

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Please tell Ace the silliest random-est shit you can think of when you and him are finally a thing. Like Ace appreciates the inside jokes or random thoughts that only both of you can relate, it deepens the bond between the two of you after all. Ace loves how creative you can be in coming up with these things and would even start playfully countering it back

"Firefly, I don't think I can fart out fire." "Okay but, think about it.... If we got oil and you fart out fire, you become a flamethrower. That's cool!!!" ".....Okay that sounds cool, I should try practicing."

#millk talks #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #ace x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas ace x y/n #one piece ace #fire fist ace #ace #he gotta listen to my stupid ideas #theres a lotta cool and dumb things we can do with #his devil fruit

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zwhoreo · 11 months

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Second post… i’m BACK!

swimming - luffy x gn!reader

suggestive fluff

summary: luffy needs a bath, but he can’t swim. how can you help?

includes.. just detailed descriptions of you washing luffy in the ocean, basically

words: 1.7k

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It’s warm today, the sun on the water is nearly blistering, the waves are gentle in the cove you’ve found and it’s all electric blue. The morning is ripe. There’s no wind to stir the ocean here. You sit on a low cliff, white rock over sky water, kicking your feet. You want to go swimming

You’re in a bathing suit, white, small, your hair is salt-burned, dry. The water is clear, you wouldn’t get hurt if you dove from here, right?

Luffy is playing on the beach, investigating something you can’t see, wandering around without a shirt on, tanned by the summer. He sits down on the sand and looks up, excitedly, waving to you, shouting, “[name]! I found something cool! Hey, [name]!”

You wave back, then motion for him to join you on the rock, beckoning him with a smile, and he doesn’t hesitate before scrambling up to sit beside you. He’s holding a crab in his hands, tiny and red and obviously furious, scared.

“LUFFY! Put that down, he’ll pinch you.” You take the crab gently, looking around for a tidepool, and on cue you feel a sharp sting on your finger as it grabs hold of you, flailing, falling into the water below. You yelp and Luffy quickly takes your hand, inspecting the drop of blood pooling on your skin.

He looks sad, a little angry. But concerned, too, as he stares down at your finger. “You ok?” His voice is genuine, kind. You reach out with your other hand, petting his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m alright, it doesn’t hurt.” You smile reassuringly, laughing a little. “I liked the crab.”

“Ya did?” His smile glows, he gets close to your face, his eye contact almost too much. He’s almost in your lap is how close he is to you. So you put a hand in his hair, because that’s what it seems like he wants.

His hair is greasy.

Trying to be nice, you don’t pull away, you pet his stringy, sticky hair and he’s still just shining with happiness at your touch, so it’s worth it. You notice the shimmer of sweat across his skin, the sand stuck to his body, he hasn’t had a bath in awhile.

Maybe it’s the effort it takes? The way his energy fades away, how it gets hard to move in even as little as a few minutes in a bath? So times like that it’s just so much easier not to, he’s usually pretty dirty, which annoys you but you understand a bit.

“Luffy…” You run your thumb along his forehead. “You’re a little sweaty, want me to help you clean off?”

He looks at you curiously, big-eyed and uncomprehending.

“Wanna go swimming?”

“Huh? But… but I can’t, remember?” Luffy tilts his head a bit, his hands fidgeting, playing with the skin on your bare thighs.

“Yeah, I know. But I’m gonna hold you. And I’ll help you wash yourself.” You cup his face in your hands, feeling him lean forward a little into your touch.

“Oh- okay!” He smiles at you, excited at the prospect of being held, which he always loves, no matter the context, so he turns around and jumps off the rock on the beach again.

“Hold on!” You follow him onto the sand, catching him by the shoulders, and when you’re right up in his face again you say, “lemme undress you first.”

His eyes light up, he grins and tries to hold still as you drop to your knees, unbuttoning his pants, but he immediately starts rolling back and forth on his feet as you slide your hands down the smooth skin of his bare hips. He’s brimming with energy, he shudders under your every touch, you admire him as you undress him, tossing his shorts into the sand behind you, now he’s standing naked on the beach of your little cove. He looks good like this.

But you don’t want him for anything else, right now, you just wanna go swimming, so as you press your body against his it’s an embrace of friendship more than lust, showing him that you’re here and you’re gonna keep him safe in the water.

He pulls away so he can kiss you, his lips warm and damp, pushing against you with too much pressure so you stumble a little before he grabs your waist and lets you relax into his arms, comfortably, quietly.

“This is gonna be fun, huh?” He says into your mouth, still wanting to keep the kiss. And his hips stutter against yours instinctively, so you place your hands on his thighs gently to settle him down.

“Mm.. mhm..” you say, muffled by his kiss. He’s so eager, just to be close to you, to be doing something with you, it’s adorable.

You take his hand and dip your feet into the water, the shock of the cold is startling but it soothes the burns from the white sand and you pull him along with you.

But Luffy doesn’t need encouragement. He runs up to his knees, soft waves hitting his legs as he giggles and looks back at you, his naked form a silhouette against the cloudless sky, framed wonderfully by the cove, you look him up and down slowly even as he tugs your hand to pull you in with him.

“I’m coming!” You assure him with a smile as you ignore the icy feelings and wade deeper, lazy currents pushing you towards him. “You’re beautiful,” you tell him honestly.

“Thanks!” He goes further, up to his hips, shuddering a bit as the water laps between his exposed legs, staring deep into your eyes. “So are you.”

And without much thought you lay down in the water, temperature shock coursing through you, your hair drifting away in a swirling halo. Luffy wastes no time in laying himself on top of you.

“H-hey- no-“ You wrestle him off and into your arms, fighting to keep from sinking, and his body is soft, skin like velvet, he slips easily into your tight embrace, and smiles innocently and this is what he wanted from the start.

He hasn’t lost his energy yet, he still squirms playfully as you drag him further out, feet kicking the water, splashing you, so you splash him back and he shrieks, biting down on your shoulder and shoving himself against you.

“You gonna wash me?” He seems joyful at the thought, which is a bit surprising, you thought he’d complain more, but he just gazes up at you expectantly and stretches a bit, leaning back in the water, muscles shifting under his skin as the sun dances off of his glistening curves.

“Y-yeah, hold on…” So you wade out to where the water encircles your waist and you let his body drift, supported by your arms and the salt in the water, and you dig your fingers into his hair again, pulling gently as you caress his scalp and he closes his eyes in complete bliss already.

His thick, black hair becomes loose and shimmery against the waves. He leans into your touch and it moves with him, he’s alive but at peace, his skin is golden in the sun and against the water and he has turned to silk.

So it’s easy to slip your hand down his hair and over the back of his neck as he shivers in your arms, eyes opening, hooded. Your nails dig into his upper back and he arches into you sharply, you adjust your hold on his arms. And time slows as you curl your fingers around his waist, a gentle gasp escaping his lips as you begin to knead the sensitive muscle and you bring your face against his, just so you can hear and feel his breathing. And you set out to go swimming so you raise your feet above the sand of the ocean floor and float beside him, the curves of your body rising above the water for Luffy to sleepily admire.

He is getting sleepy. Those hooded eyes turn down further as his body sways in the water that’s been taking his energy slowly, then all at once. He’s going slack against you so you have to work more to keep him up as you still touch and rub him diligently. The ocean cradles him even as it drains him.

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” you whisper in his ear as you trace your fingers to his chest, his abs, an intimate grace as you lean even closer. His breathing hitches, then slows. He kicks the water again, a desperate struggle to stay awake so he can feel your touch for longer. You feel the rise and fall of his stomach as your hands slide lower, pressing into his skin almost painfully, the salt of the water helping to raw his skin and wash away the dirt and sweat of the week.

He tries to say something but you can’t hear him, you quickly put a hand under his head to keep him above water. Propping him up you return to his hips - the sensitive, soft skin just inside his hips - making him squirm with dwindling strength, making a smaller sound, a sound of pleasure. You kiss him delicately, taking time to savor his quiet need and want.

Digging your fingers into his upper thighs makes him tremble and whine for you. His body is still warm through the water, his muscles flex instinctively at the foreign touch, this is what he’s been craving. The sensation, for him, only grows as you move inwards, the caressing of the inside of his legs is nearly too much. He’s so tired now, that feeling is the only thing left in his mind.

As your touch becomes a rhythm he begins to slip away, clouded with fatigue, the water hungry for the last of his energy. You feel him begin to go limp in your arms and you speed up your cleaning, you don’t want him to be out for too long, his slacked mouth curls into a smile as he falls asleep.

And when you’re done, and his skin looks polished, his hair not so stringy anymore, you find the sandbed again with your toes and swim him back to shore. He becomes heavy as you leave the ocean. You drag him onto the beach and immediately kneel over him to check on him, make sure he’s ok, and he’s still asleep but he moves a bit, just enough to reach up and squeeze your hand.

#if this isn't how the devil fruit curse works.. i do not care #luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #lol hi guys #x reader #luffy x reader fluff #luffy fluff #one piece fluff #luffy x gn reader

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fanaticsnail · 7 months

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You Kissed the Clown? Part 4

Ok, this chapter got out of hand. I had been dwelling on it for a little while before I did a final few readthroughs. There might be still some grammatical errors and formatting issues, but here it is!

Word count: 4,675 (I am so, so sorry!)

Part 3 is here.

After marinating in the deep warm liquid of the large porcelain tub for what you deemed to be an appropriate amount of time, you stepped out of the soapy liquid and dried yourself with a large, fluffy towel. Placing a robe from within the bathroom around yourself and gathering your pile of dirty clothes, you made your way back down the hall to find the guest quarters containing your friends.

Your hair was wrapped up in the fluffy towel in an attempt to dry the strands with more haste than simply air drying it. Your bare feet being the only sounds omitting from the long hallway, you strained your ear to hear light conversation coming from the guest quarters. You reached for the door handle, let out a deep breath and made to face your mismatched crew of straw-hat pirates.

“Oh my dear, how was your bath?” Nami asked you once she saw your form entering the space.

“It was relaxing, thank you,” you responded with a sweet smile. You raked your eyes over her and studied the fine clothes she was wearing.

“Wow, red is absolutely your colour!” you exclaimed at her, gesturing to the dress she had chosen to wear for the evening.

“Where were you when I needed you, tinkerer?” she smiled before turning to Zoro and Luffy, “this is what I was talking about. You guys didn’t give me anything to work with!”

Zoro scoffed and craned his head back to stare at the ceiling while Luffy craned his head to the side in confusion.

“I said you still looked like Nami,” he shrugged, “and you do! What was I meant to say?”

You rolled your eyes and laced your arm in Namis, leading her to the vanity and sitting her on the stool in front of it.

“I’m thinking hair up?” you suggested with a downturned smile, quirking your eyebrow in suggestion. She shrugged and looked over her features.

“Definitely an updo,” you said, gesturing to her short locks. You used your eyes to ask permission to touch her hair, to which she nodded in response, “maybe a few face-framing pieces down. Lower to the nape of your neck I think. With some feathers?”

Her eyes seemed to brighten just a little as she nodded at your suggestion. You picked up the brush on the counter of the vanity and began to draw her hair into the palms of your hands and twirl pieces around your fingers. You heard Zoro move to the place behind the changing shield and begin removing his bathrobe and sorting through the clothes he had chosen.

“What are you wearing, Captain?” you called over your shoulder while holding your gaze on the locks of the orange-haired woman sat in front of you.

“Nami picked out these for me,” he said with a broad smile, “classy, no?”

You brought your eyes up to view your captain in the silver lined mirror in front of you, looking over the dark vest and pant combination held in front of him.

“Very you, love,” you nodded, returning your eyes to the hair in front of you as you began pinning some of the pieces in place. You smiled slightly, catching Nami fawning slightly over herself as you fashioned her hair to suit your vision.

“How did you get so good at this?” she asked you, meeting your eyes in the vanity, “this girly stuff.”

“My mother,” you responded with a smile, “she used to wear her hair showcasing several of our handmade pieces to demonstrate our craft to the customers in the shop.”

You placed a few white-tipped feathers in Nami’s lower bun, securing them with several small brass pieces. Nami nodded slightly for you to continue talking.

“And when she deemed me ready,” you said, focussing on one brass piece and slotting it within her hair, “that task fell to me.”

You smiled at your work, placing your hands on her shoulders and bringing your face down to her level and looked at her in the vanity.

“You’re really good,” she commented, turning her head slightly to gaze at the back. You picked up a smaller mirror and held it to the back of her hair and angled it in a way she could see the rear of her updo.

“Thank you,” you responded warmly. She offered you a sincere smile and you placed your hand once more on her shoulder.

You heard Zoro cough, prompting you to turn to view his attire. You let out a low whistle and Nami nodded in approval at the dark suit he chose with a tanned shirt beneath it.

“Nice ensemble, swordsman,” you complimented him with an arched brow, which he in turn smiled at the ground in response to your words, almost bashfully.

“Now,” Nami said, interrupting your train of thought slightly while rising from her seat at the vanity, “lets sort you out. Can’t have you attending dinner in a bath robe with your hair in a damp towel.”

You laughed at her comment and followed her lead to the many racks containing a vast collection of tinted silks, satins, chiffon, cotton and feathers. Several items drew you in, but one in particular had you buzzing slightly. A deep, blue dress held you in a trance as you pictured the colour matching the irises of your newly infatuation’s eyes. You reached for the material and smoothed your hands over the frock. Several layers of tulle, fine satin and chiffon fell over the gown with a corset-style back. You held the fabric as you imagined yourself being twirled before being held in the arms of the clown captain. Your eyes began to glaze over as you leant in to your fantasy, imagining the music playing as he held your body against his and whispered his loving desires into your hairline.

“That one?” you heard Zoro ask over your shoulder, noticing how close he truly was to you. This immediately broke the spell you felt over encumbered by. You shook your head before presenting the material to him.

“Oh, I’m sorry Zoro. Did you want to wear it?” you taunted him while removing the hanger from the rack and holding it up to his torso and furrowed your brows in playfulness, “not really your colour.”

You heard Nami laugh as she continued to sift through the racks for something more appropriate than a ballgown for you to wear to dinner. You laughed and turned to put the dress back onto the hanger, only to have your movements halted by Zoro grasping your wrist lightly.

“You’re thinking about the clown again, aren’t you,” he murmured in your ear, in a low enough tone that only you (to your current knowledge) would be exposed to. You inhaled sharply before shaking your head and putting the gown back onto the rack and turning to face him. While training with him and discussing the prior battle he engaged with against Buggy, he noticed how your expression changed. Your posture would stand slightly less alert, eyes glazed over slightly as you pictured the shared kiss in your mind again.

You challenged him with your eyes, opting to not speak to give yourself away. The way his eyes searched yours left an unsettling feeling in your chest.

“You know he’s murdered potentially millions, destroyed towns and nearly killed us, right?” he asked you, holding his hard gaze. You felt a small wave of sadness come over you at the thought of the violent crimes he had committed in his acts of piracy.

“You can’t change a person that far gone,” he uttered to you, breaking his gaze from you to look at your captain, “and if you leave, it’ll break him.”

You followed Zoro’s gaze to look at your captain, now freshly adorning his vest and pants. He reached up to readjust his straw hat and smiled broadly at you both.

“What do you think?” Luffy asked, and without missing a beat; Nami responded.

“You look like Luffy,” she yelled over her shoulder. You saw the captain smile and nod his head in response.

“You’re right. I do look like Luffy,” he confirmed, sitting down on the plush stool in the centre of the room again.

You felt Zoro remove his hand from your wrist and place it on your shoulder as he leant in closer to you and whispered into your ear.

“You can do better than some psychotic clown,” he said before releasing your shoulder from his grasp and turning to take up his swords and fix them on his hip. You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips, shaking your head slightly at the words and continuing to sort through the materials.

“This is the one,” you heard the voice of Nami call from a rack several isles over.

You turned your head to look at the dress she was cradling in her arms. The way you could describe the outfit she was holding out to you would be whimsical. Something from within the pages of the novels you would read while attending the shop back home.

You smiled broadly and took the dress from her arms with a wide smile.

“This is beautiful,” you commented, immediately taking the dress behind the changing screen and pooling the robe at your feet. You stepped into the dress and brought it over your hips first, before placing your arms in the sleeves and pulling it over your torso. You stepped out from behind the screen to reveal the dress. Nami smiled at you as you presented your back to her.

“Would you mind doing me up?” you asked her, pulling the strands of your drying hair over your shoulder to aid her with her task.

“This looks so good on you!” she commented, placing her hand on your zipper and pulling it to the hilt. You walked over to the vanity and looked yourself over, nodding in affirming her words.

“You’re right, it suits me,” you declared while running your fingers through your hair and beginning to fashion it in a style you were accustomed to wearing in your family’s shop. You placed several sentimental pieces of jewellery in your hair, interlacing them between several braids you managed to weave in a few minutes.

A knock appeared at the door, indicating it was time to commence the birthday meal of Miss Kaya, you walked to the side of your captain with a smile.

“Well,” he said, “let’s go eat!”

He offered his arm to you, which you took with a laugh and allowed him to escort you to the foyer where several variety of hors d’ouevres were being offered on silver platters by the staff. You accepted a class of sparkling wine from the tray while retracting your arm from Luffy’s elbow.

Luffy sprung to commence his dining experience, opting to skip the beverages and go straight to the source of the delicious smell he had been craving. You were left alone slightly, as Zoro was speaking with Klahadore, Nami was conversing with Usopp and Kaya while the other members of staff would offer trays of food and beverages to your crew and another man who was introduced to you as ‘Merry’.

You continued to have the uneasy feeling of being watched by someone, often peaking from the corners of your eyes to catch the source in the act – only to find nothing awaiting your gaze. You sighed and raised the champagne flute to your lips and took a small sip of the tart, bubbling liquid.

“Something the matter?” you heard a voice purr to you, pulling you from your trance to meet the gaze of Klahadore. You felt yourself jump a little at his introduction, bringing your attention fully onto him. You sighed before smiling at him, hoping he did not sense your uneasiness at his presence.

“I’ve not had a good pampering for some while, Mister Klahadore,” you said with a warm smile, “I’ve been at sea for longer than I ought to have been, I think.”

He hummed in response, offering you a fresh glass of champagne; which you accepted graciously. He took the empty glass from your hand and replacing it with the full one, “you seem to be one affiliated with the finer things in life.”

“I have been educated, yes,” you responded, narrowing your eyes slightly at his accusation.

“I mean no disrespect,” he said, using the palm of his hand to adjust his glasses closer to his eyes, “you just do not seem like one suited for piracy.”

You maintained your narrowed eye contact, scepticism displayed in questioning his unintentionality of the subtle jab.

“Yet here you are,” he continued, pausing between each word.

“Here I am,” you confirmed with a smile, raising your glass to your lips and sipping at the wine while looking over to make eye contact with the swordsman of the crew. You widened your eyes at him, hoping for him to catch on to your subtle cry for help at being left alone with this unsettling figure. As unaware as one could be in this type of situation, Zoro pointed to the butler with his chin and shook his head in question. You mentally screamed at him, hoping for some unnatural telepathic ability to inflict great harm on the clueless swordsman before attempting to calm yourself and returning your gaze to the butler at your side.

“You’ll be escorted to the workshop after supper,” he said with a twinge in the corner of his mouth before continuing with a small list, “there will be a work bench, some oil, some better tweezers, screws, nuts, bolts, a red hot poker, soldering metal, a blackened glass visor, magnifying glass, and to rehash your words; how did you put it?”

You widened your eyes as Klahadore leant in ever so slightly to your ear and purred into it like one would taunt a helpless, flightless infantile bird.

“A bloody stiff drink,” he uttered with a small chuckle in your ear. You sharply inhaled a breath at this comment and stepped slightly away from the butler, prompting him to teeter his laughter slightly and readjust his glasses before adding, “I’ll escort you myself after I lay Miss Kaya to rest in her chambers.”

You nodded your head to him with an uneasy smile, confirming your attendance before walking over to the place Zoro was standing.

“What the hell was that,” you whispered in a berating manner at him.

“What the hell was that,” he said in the same hushed tone, gesturing to the place you were once standing in with the butler, “when I said you could do better than the clown, I didn’t mean moving on from one unhinged weirdo to the next.”

“What the hell, Zoro,” you hissed at him through clenched teeth, “I was giving you the signal.”

“That you wanted to kiss him? Yeah, I saw,” he whispered back.

You groaned at the comment, using all of your willpower to not smack the swordsman upside the head. Breaking you out of your thoughts, you were alerted to the beginning of the dinner by Klahadore as he escorted Miss Kaya to the head of the table.

“I’ll give you a lesson on what the signal is later, swordsman,” you hissed at him, brushing past him and plastering a fake smile on your features as you entered the dining room.

Unlike your companions, you had been trained in debutant-like manners in your education for formal negotiations with upper-classed individuals. You waited for Klahadore to ensure Miss Kaya was comfortably sat in her chair before reaching for your own to take a seat, unlike Zoro, Luffy, Usopp and Nami who sat down as soon as they found their designated chairs. You mentally sighed at their inappropriate table manners before nodding to Miss Kaya and taking a seat at the table.

You commenced your meal after Miss Kaya took her fist bite, enjoying the meal so dutifully prepared for you; choosing to keep yourself away from engaging in conversation with the troop. You were feeling so unlike yourself, completely thrown by the act you had committed days prior. Usually, you displayed your bubbly, semi-flirtatious and intelligent personality with an organic ease. You furrowed your brows at the thought that the clown had a fierce hold on your very soul, a pull urging you to bring yourself over to him and give in to your unbridled emotions.

And at this thought, you finally snapped. You refused to dwell on the improbable circumstances of ever seeing Captain Buggy again, and especially foster a romantic relationship with the; as Zoro so eloquently put it: some psychotic clown. You had come too far in your crafting skills, education and ability to challenge a persons apprehensions with your charisma to throw it all away to be some love-struck puppy for a powerful sea-captain on an insane rampage. You shook your head from your thoughts and plastered a smile on your face and began to make conversation with Merry who was seated beside you.

You were shocked when Luffy decided to stand up on the table and walk over to the woman who had so openly invited to host you within her halls that your words halted in your throat, causing you to do nothing but to gawk at the scene presented before you.

“Everyone, out of this house at once!” Klahadore demanded, to which Kaya responded.

“No,” she said with a gentle cough, “it’s late. Let them stay the night.”

Klahadore reached for Kaya, bringing her to her feet and beginning to escort her to her bedchambers.

“As you wish, Miss Kaya,” he relented, “but they are to be out first thing in the morning.”

He led her up the stairs, causing you to rise to your feet and bid Kaya goodnight.

“Well, that went pretty well,” exclaimed Luffy with a playful smile, “don’t you think?”

Silence engulfed the dinner guests seated around the table as they all contemplated the sheer ignorance of their young captain. You rolled your head back with closed eyes, hearing a slight click front your left side as you groaned at the knowledge you were about to undertake handling a potentially dangerous item for the cat-like butler.

“I’m retiring to the guest quarters,” you exclaimed, turning with a smile to the ram-looking Merry and giving him a polite bow.

“Sleep well,” he said with a wide smile. You gestured with your eyes to your remaining comrades and suggested with a subtle crane of your neck to exit from the dining room. Nami sprung to her feet after pushing her chair back in response to your gaze. Zoro creased his brows and shook his head in question, prompting you to roll your eyes.

“At least someone understands what ‘the signal’ is,” you said under your breath, linking your arms with Nami and escorting one another up the stairs towards the suite you were all sharing.

You both walked in silence towards the room, enjoying being in the comfort of just the two of you. She seemed to pay close attention to several of the more shiny pieces littering the many benches throughout the hall as you walked.

“Did you live in a place like this?” she asked you, continuing to fix her gaze on a gold-dipped light fixture.

“Absolutely not,” you replied with a small smile, “I grew up with my siblings in an apartment above the shop.”

She hummed in response, continuing the slow pace you kept on your way to the suite.

“You would work with stuff like this, though?” she unlaced your arms and picked up a pristine silver box and weighed it in her palm, “rich people, stuff.”

You sighed and took the box from her hands, “yes, I worked with this stuff.” You placed the item back on the bench before turning to smile at her.

“What do you want me to say?” you asked her with a shrug, “that we were well off? That I was exposed to the finer things in life?”

She creased her brows and crossed her arms at your comments. You sighed and took a step towards her.

“Look, Nami,” you said, placing your hands on her shoulders, “I did overhear parts of your conversation with Zoro. Eat the rich and all that.”

She unlaced her arms and widened her eyes a little at your statement.

“Wealth doesn’t equate to happiness,” you said, searching your gaze into hers, “and every penny I earnt was spent running the shop, and caring for my fourteen younger siblings when my mother passed.”

She let out a small gasp at your declaration and gave you a look of slight sympathy.

“Now,” you said, releasing her shoulders from your gentle grasp with a smile, “let’s agree to not judge one another for our histories and move on. I won’t pity you or pry your past from you, and we don’t question one another’s life choices, yeah?”

She nodded slightly at your words and you both continued on to your chambers.

BONUS BELOW

Holding a hand up to his missing ear, the famed clown captain sat atop his stage chair and hanging on to every word he managed to hear you disclose from its place among he assumed was the bottom of a skirt? His feet were both dangling over the left arm of the chair as he rested his head on the right arm, laying completely down on his back on the firm, wooden base.

He recalled letting out an insane amount of laughter at the fact that he had manage to unintentionally woo you with a simple kiss exchanged between you. He did not restrain his chuckles as he eaves-dropped the private conversation you seemed to be engaging with yourself about in the showers.

“How could this particular woman be so desperate for me,” he maliciously spat with an air of smug confidence surrounding him, “all I did was threaten her and in response, she kissed me.”

He laughed again, kicking his feet slightly at how utterly ridiculous the whole situation was. He pressed the blank space his right ear was no longer attached to and continued to listen to you argue with yourself.

“It wasn’t even that good of a kiss anyhow,” he heard you mutter to yourself in an echoing room.

“Not that good of a kiss, my right ass-cheek,” he growled, sitting up from his reclining position and planting his feat on the ground, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees, “it blew your absolute mind, baby. You’re crazy about me!”

He smirked at his own comment, before an uneasy feeling in the pit of his chest began to grow slightly.

“I didn’t even enjoy it that much,” he heard you say, also listening to the sound of a tap filling something large.

“Didn’t enjoy it that much?!” He yelled in a slight fit of rage, bringing the attention of Cabaji as he entered the tent. Buggy’s frown deepened at your words as he felt his chest bubble slightly at the feeling of inadequacy.

“Who are you talking to, Captain?” he asked.

“Shut-up!” he barked at him, “get out, I’m busy!”

Cabaji held his hands out defensively in front of himself and backed away slowly to return to the green room, leaving Buggy alone with his thoughts.

Buggy had a deep frown plastered on his face as he continued to hang onto every word he heard escape your lips.

“He could’ve been faking,” he heard you whisper to yourself, “it could’ve all been an act, a trick to lull me into a false sense of security, only to kill me after he was done with whatever he was doing with Luffy.”

“No,” he felt himself whimper slightly at your comment, dropping his frown and widening his eyes. The pit in his chest appeared to be growing and overcoming him slightly. He brought his other hand up to his lips and traced them with his fingertips lightly, attempting to bring the memory of the taste of you back to his skin.

His memory was flooded with your tender touch. His immediate reaction to push you away and inflict harm on you for daring to pull his body into yourself completely dissipated as you gently brought his body flush against your own and placed your lips against his. He remembered his sinister frown falling away from his brows as they turned upward in shock as he whimpered like some touch-starved stray animal against your embrace. Against his better judgement, he wanted nothing more than to hold you there for as long as you were willing to freely give him. He remembered lacing his gloved hand into your hair and pulling you gently into his embrace, squeezing the soft flesh of your back.

He had never felt a touch like yours before. This was his first encounter with another person so willing to freely express this amount of affection to him, he never wanted to part from your embrace – even ignoring the fact he felt you reach into his pocket to claim one of his throwing knives. He didn’t care if you were going to attempt to stab him in that moment, he would survive and you would look completely and utterly stupid. He was enjoying your touch and didn’t want to tear himself away from your clutches to brace himself for something as small as a dagger in his side.

While bracing himself in expectation of feeling the sharp object to be pried into the flesh you were exposing beneath his jacket, he felt your hands begin to explore his flesh, prompting a unrestrained moan to escape his lips. He wanted more. He wanted all of you, to be with you completely. If you were not holding him so firmly against yourself, he felt as if he would’ve become a puddle of broken pieces below your feet. Your touch brought him to his knees, in a hypothetical sense.

He cradled the empty space his right ear was missing from and felt overcome with the need to be in your presence. He was brought from his concentration on your words as he shook his head to bring him back into the present.

“What the hell?” he asked himself, looking at the position he was sitting in while cradling his ear, “why am I so focussed on you? I don’t even know your name!”

He gasped as he heard the final words escape from between your lips in a tone just above a whisper.

“I think I’m in love with Buggy the Clown.”

His jaw grew slack as he opened it in shock, the feeling in his chest warming his torso with an uncomfortable new emotion. His body slumped back into the broad backboard of his chair as he shook his head slightly, mouth continuing to hang agape in shock.

He felt his eyes begin to glaze over slightly, replaying your final words over and over again within his mind like a well-lit merry go round.

“That’s-,” he uttered in a voice below a soft murmur, “that’s all I ever wanted.”

He felt the well within his chest overflow and shoot tingles throughout his body. He closed his jaw and gulped back the saliva collected in his mouth as he continued to focus on your confession. He dropped his hand down from the empty space beside his head and hung it beside his shocked body. He looked down at his chest as the warmth continued to spread over his form as he came to understand the emotion he was feeling.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered with a wide grin forming on his face, a subtle bashfulness arising alongside a large warmth to his cheeks, “I love you too, baby.”

He let out a teetering giggle with a twinkle in his eyes as he came to terms with the adoration he had developed for you. He couldn’t wait to see you again, to tease you before pulling you into his arms. His love, his queen. His.

Part 5

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alices-mad-cheshire · 7 months

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People are not treasure

My head snapped up, shouting from outside the park flooded the room like seawater. I got up carefully, carrying the chains connecting me to the bed post as I waddled over to the window. Smoke exploded from the park grounds, drawing cries from the Fishmen.

A breath caught in my chest as the gates burst open. People entered the park, humans, and Nami among them. A sob escaped as the males started attacking the Fishmen, Nami leading one of them inside.

Collapsing onto the bed, I held back a cry. More pirates, yet again more treasure hungry men, who will take me just like Arlong. I flinched as a tear hit my cheek, saltwater burning my skin.

Minutes passed by like hours, panic rising in my bones with each passing shout. Clutching the bed post I screamed as the building started to shake. The door rattled before my eyes, fear flooding my body as the door handle turned.

"Suki, it's me, Nami. Look at me, your going to be okay." Nami whispered, a hand grazing the wound on my cheek causing me to flinch. "What did Arlong do to you?".

I shook my head, refusing to move from my spot even as she began picking the lock on my shackles. I cried when they came undone, curling into a ball to get away from her.

"Suki, we have to go. The building is coming down around us." Nami pleaded.

"No! No! This is a trick. He'll catch me. I can't leave! Please just go!" I cried, letting out a scream as the room shook once more.

"Fine, have your way." I looked at her in confusion before screaming as she picked me up throwing me over her shoulder.

"NO! NO! No, Nami please! Please just leave me!" I cried, gripping her shirt in fear of falling.

She ignored my plea, rushing through the building as it continued to shake around us. Cracks formed on the ceilings and walls as she ran. The tears streaming down my face eventually coming to a stop, as I gave up, going limp in her arms.

We made it outside, as the building began to collapse. She came to a stop, setting me down on a rock before rushing towards the men, drawing two into a hug. The third looked sad at her dismissal before noticing me.

I flinched, drawing back into myself as he stepped closer. A crash drew our attention as the park came crashing down. A sob escaping me as I watching the building turn to dust before my eyes.

I don't know how long I sat there staring at the building, praying that Arlong was inside, before someone touched me. A scream left my lips as I threw myself back, scrambling away from the touch.

"No, please." I muttered, clutching Nami's arm as she knelt beside me.

"Shush, Suki. They won't hurt you." She soothed, running a hand through my hair in attempts to calm me, only for it to get caught on a matt causing me to cry out.

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy. I'm a pirate, this is my crew." The man I didn't notice before, the one that touched me said.

"Are you going to take me too? Like the rest of his jewels and maps?" I demanded, looking down at the grand line map in his hand. "Like the rest of his treasures?".

A dark look grew on all of their faces, but none more dark than the one on Luffy's. "People, are not treasure." He exclaimed rather loudly, a shutter running through me causing me to wince. "I want to offer you a spot on my crew. Nami says your a good singer.".

I shook my head, "No, no. I-I don't sing anymore.".

He looked put out, "Aw come on, every pirate crew needs a singer!".

"I'm sorry. I-"

"What's your dream? To be free?" He questioned, switching topics so quickly it felt like whiplash just talking to him.

"Dream? I- no one's ever asked me that before. I dont know."

He smiled brightly , the other three behind him smiled as well, Nami's grip on my arm tighted comfortingly as she nodded, "Well, we'll help you find your new dream. Right guys?".

I watched in awe as they, one by one, nodded murmuring words of agreement. I stared up at him, his eyes full of excitement and hope. Glancing at Nami, she nodded helping me to stand slowly.

"Okay, okay."

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kazuyummy · 7 months

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OPE OPE NO MI ; this versatile devil fruit allows the user to manipulate both living and inanimate objects in a specific space in a multitude of ways, including but not limited to - swapping the objects' positions, levitating them, scanning them, or dissecting them without causing harm to the target.

😈🎃 kinktober 2023 devil fruits collection

info: afab!reader

cw: body / knife play (no gore or harm - just law's powers), oral & penetrative sex, mentions of genitalia, degradation

wc: 1.9k

"alright, which one of you has been spreading unsavoury rumours about me to the straw hats?!"

it's a dead giveaway when you, shachi, and penguin burst into laughter and law's dark glare cuts across the room.

“i - i didn’t think he’d actually ask him!” shachi wipes tears from his eyes as you watch the confused straw hat group discuss law’s… capabilities with his devil fruit from afar. the three of you run behind bepo, shrieking with laughter.

“lighten up, cap! we never said you did suck your own dick with your devil fruit powers, just that you could!”

“you’re not making things much better…” bepo shakes his head at penguin as law continues to stalk over to you. while he’s certainly annoyed, he doesn’t seem to be as upset as he usually is when it comes to pranks played on him. maybe it’s from hanging out with the straw hats? while he complains that they elevate his blood pressure, you do catch him being less uptight during celebrations like these.

“you two, i’ll deal with you later,” he points at your accomplices - then his eyes slide over and catch yours. there’s a sort of glint to them that your intuition is giving you funny feelings about, and you’re not sure exactly what those feelings are. in one word, you’re off of the ship deck, now losing your balance on the wooden floors of law’s quarters - “room.”

you steady yourself on his desk, looking up to see your captain’s ominous smile. heart racing, you stammer out,

"cap-captain! you can't actually be mad about that, right?"

"no, quite the opposite, actually," an menacingly wide grin stretches on his face, "i was delighted to hear that you’ve been thinking… such thoughts about me."

your laugh is nervous - breathless, even - as he removes his hat and saunters closer to you. certainly not the reaction you expected - usually he gets more flustered, his signature scowl finding its way to his face eventually, but not before that cute blush that spreads to the tip of his nose paints him. panicked, you dig your nails into the wood behind you,

“i’m so sorry, captain, it was just a joke -”

“a joke,” he’s still smiling, but with a deadpan voice.

“yes, a joke! c’moooon, there’s no way the straw hats actually believe -”

“a joke,” he repeats, harshly this time. you flinch. “i suppose every time i’ve caught you in just a towel in the hall in front of this room is a joke, then.”

“captain, wha -”

“and that every time you glance at me when you’re flirting with that pervert cook and you think i’m not looking is a joke, huh?��

he inches closer and closer, caging your back to his desk as he looms over you and you struggle to return eye contact.

“or how about the time you spilled water on your white shirt in front of everyone, hm? you don’t think i’m an idiot, do you?”

“no, of course not!” you’ve never seen law like this - eyes almost manic, and you’re not sure if you’ve pushed him too far. besides the teasing, you had at least respected each other before this, to the point where you’d go so far as to say he enjoyed your company and definitely valued you as a crewmate! and yet, despite your fears, you can’t help but notice how close he is to being pressed up against you.

“you wanna know what i think is a joke?” he growls, breath fanning your ear as he leans in past your face, “how stupid you are for thinking you could get away unpunished with such obvious bait… and how stupid i am for falling for it.”

he pulls back to judge your reaction, and it’s as expected - eyes wide and frantically scanning him, lips parted, plump and kissable - but he stops short before meeting them, a gasp hitching in your throat.

“i’ve had enough of your teasing. you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

when your eyes finally find his, your mouth slowly twists into a coy grin that you can’t seem to hide,

“how can i help it when i’m around you?”

his lips are rough and punishing on yours as he lets out his pent-up frustration. you try to gain ground by stepping forward, but he picks you up with a bruising grip and seats you on his desk, still kissing you like his life depends on it.

“don’t think you can play innocent with me anymore,” he says between rough panting, “you just wanted my attention, didn’t you? little brat.”

“you’re being awfully bold, captain,” you let out a low moan when he starts kissing down your neck, tattooed knuckles gripping impatiently at your thighs, “what’s gotten into you?”

“i wasn’t lying when i told you it gets me excited that you were thinking of my cock. you wanna find out what my powers do then?”

you tilt your head questioningly, playfulness dancing along your features and enticing him that much more. he follows up with,

“do you trust me?”

without a doubt you do, and when he unsheathes his sword and slices you at the waist, there’s only a small skip of your heartbeat as you prepare to let him do what he pleases.

the feeling is neither pleasant nor uncomfortable - rather, it’s not much of a feeling at all besides one cool, dull pulse along the area he cuts into.

what ensues is what feels the strangest - it’s not as if either half of your body feels any lighter, and you’re able to control all your limbs, albeit with a bit of clumsiness. law returns to kissing you, shedding both of you of your clothes until you face him bare.

“want to test out your little theory for yourself?”

you forget what he’s referring to until he places your lower half sitting on his desk and your upper half on the chair so that you come face to face with your dripping pussy. you gawk at him, expression questioning, are you really going to make me do this? he juts his chin forward and begins to stroke his cock,

“go on, i won’t fuck you until you make yourself cum.”

with your arms still on your torso, you’re able to reach out hesitantly and spread your folds. you lurch a bit in confusion as one half of you leans forward and the other back, and you bring your tongue out to lap at yourself.

would eating yourself out feel more like eating out or getting eaten out?

you finally had the answer - both, oddly enough - but maybe that was just a consequence of law’s powers.

"that's it, darling," law purrs at the sight in front of him - your wetness dripping down your chin and lips circling around your clit. you’d masturbated before, sure - but having never eaten anyone out before, you’re being experimental, bringing your fingers into the mix and plunging deep into your core. you think of how you’d want someone else to eat you out - how you’d want law to eat you out. building up to a steady rhythm, finding all your sensitive spots - you find yourself moaning his name into your own pussy.

“you’re so fucking hot,” he growls, standing up to grab your hair and push your face further in, “do you know what you do to me? how much i’ve imagined this?”

“mmhf, captain -”

“captain,” he scoffs, and his gravelly voice sends you closer and closer to orgasm, “you know how much it turns me on every time you whine captain at me?”

you’d giggle if you could, because you have noticed how much it pushes his buttons - but you can’t, not while you’ve brought yourself to your own dizzying release, legs thrashing but pulling yourself closer all the same. you’re sobbing his name into your own clit until he hastily places you back together, impatient and needing to fuck you.

“don’t think that was much of a punishment with how good it must’ve felt,” he muses, licking your taste off of your lips as he picks his sword back up, “so how about this for all your teasing, brat?”

the blade finds your neck this time - again, no pain and just a shiver down your spine as he brings your body to his bed.

“why don’t you watch first?”

it’s a strange sight, seeing your headless self be bent over and the sensation of him plunging into you making its way to your brain right away. your hands grip the pillow in front of you as you arch your back low, and he looks over to see your blissed-out eyes when he places a firm smack on your ass.

his hips dig into you, lithe fingers wrapped around your thighs as he thrusts himself in and out at a frantic pace.

“pussy feels so fucking good. is this what you wanted? for your captain to fuck you and fill you to the brim?”

you want to bite a pillow, stars in your vision and tongue lolling when he continues to roll his hips. so, so deep.

“answer me,” another smack to your ass, “you wanted to be a little fucktoy for this cock, yeah? s’that why you’ve been teasing me?”

you garble out a yes amidst your moans, but it doesn’t seem to be enough for him as he grabs you by the hair, placing your head under the both of you so that his balls hit your face every time he sheathes himself into you.

“tap twice if it’s too much,” law grunts, but doesn’t let up. your eyes are rolling and tongue reaching forward, licking and kissing at his sack.

“fuck - fuck i’m gonna cum in - ah -!”

he slams his thighs forward, and you’re finally able to take him into your mouth, sucking gently as he drains himself inside you, nearly trembling while you feel his thick cock pulsing inside of you. he stays for a moment before releasing himself, some of his seed dripping down onto your cheeks as you lap it up eagerly.

“that’s my good girl,” he chuckles, and you swear if you weren’t so disoriented when he places your head back onto your body, you’d be ready to go again just from hearing him saying that. you both flop down on the bed.

“hey,” he rasps, with genuine concern in his voice, “that wasn’t too much, was it?”

you roll over with a lazy smile,

“remind me to play practical jokes on you more often, captain.”

he lets out a relieved sigh, handing you some water and going to his washroom to prepare some towels for you.

“i mean it. you really are such a little brat.”

“and you’re more of a freak than i expected, captain.”

law scoffs, “looks like i didn’t punish you enough, princess. i won’t be as kind next time you pull some shit.”

“as long as you don’t give shachi and penguin the same treatment.”

he groans, but lays behind you, strong arms bringing you close to his chest. those two - and the rest of your crew, for that matter - might be wondering where you are right now, and with your luck, could be banging on law’s door any minute now. but you leave that thought until it happens, for now content to drift off to sleep in your captain’s arms.

author's notes: i think law's a bit ooc cause he's a slow burn kinda guy but i NEEDED to get to the porn lmao. a bit of a longer fic than expected, since i got this done so late - but the other ones are in progress and should be coming soon! no guarantee they'll be as long, though. appreciate your patience as i get back to writing and posting, and hope you enjoy the rest! 😈💜

dividers by benkeibear

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iamnot-crazy · 3 months

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The Dance of Steel and Shadows

Summary:

Captain Kairi is the user of the devil fruit the blink blink fruit and has found herself on Trafalgar Law's list of pirates to steal their heart from for him to be granted the rank of warlord of the sea.

This is a Law x OC

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

*Word count: 1371*

Captain Kairi led the pirate crew the Echoing Phantoms from the island of Mu Echo Isles. Kairi and her crew don't chase riches or the legendary one-piece but rather their treasure is the stolen history of their island. Heirlooms that were taken from her island that rot in museums and homes of nobles who spread fabricated tales of the tragic extinction of her people.

Due to Kairi's undesired for riches and power her efforts as a pirate are often overlooked and underestimated which only granted this crew a bounty of 15 million berries placed on only the captain's head which is a small price compared to the other fearsome pirates who roam the grand line. But whispers were often fickle things, easily swayed by gold and ignorance. The truth, buried beneath the surface like a forgotten heirloom, was far more intriguing.

Kairi and her all-female crew of 20 had docked on an island where their next heist would take place but decided to rest for the night and party at the nearby tavern. Kairi sat at the bar next to her first mate carefully watching her crew mingle with the other patrons of the tavern. As she savored the moment of peace in a smoky tavern, the air crackled with an unseen tension.

Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death sat in the back of the tavern while his crew mingled with the Phantom Pirates. He had known her next target would be this island museum. Law was on his own mission to collect 100 hearts of Pirate captains who roam the Grand Line to earn the rank of warlord with the world government. Once Kairi turned her back to wave the bartender down for another drink Law stood up ready for his attack. His blue room covered the tavern his finger twitched to call his 'scalpel' and aimed toward the unaware captain.

Law's power pushed through the room toward his target but when the cube of the 'scaple' reached the bar it was filled with a piece of the wooden counter the captain had once sat Kairi had vanished. Her first mate jumped back in surprise seeing the piece of the bar floating in a blue cube and her captain missing. Law's eyes slightly widened in surprise but were short-lived as the fierce captain reappeared above him with her sword aiming downwards toward his chest.

Law was able to jump out of the way of the blade barely in time as he watched the captain embed her blade into the floor of the tavern. A stunned silence as all eyes landed on the two captains locking eyes. The two crews who roamed the bar reached for their weapons ready for a fight while the patrons fled.

Kairi pulled her heavy sword out from the ground of the tavern and pointed it threateningly at the Surgeon of Death. "And who are you?" Kairi demanded, her voice as sharp as the blade in her hand sending chills down the onlookers.

Law refused to answer but rather he smirked as a challenge glinted in his eye before he lunged at the woman but Kairi had vanished. Her Blink-Blink Fruit had given her a power that allowed her to move at a speed where if you blink you may miss it. She reappeared behind him and with a swift kick, sent him stumbling. Law, now angered, swung his sword as he spun around only to meet empty air as Kairi had seemingly teleported again, this time she reappeared from above ready to slash her attacker. With a sly maneuver, Law swapped himself with a nearby chair, leaving Kairi to strike the unyielding wood.

The two crews had entered their own brawl with swords clashing, and fists pounding. the Phantom Pirates were known for their agility and grace, their movements mimicked practiced dancers but with the strength of warriors.

Law began to push himself off the floor where the chair he shambled himself with once lay. Kairi saw the moment of weakness and was on him like a cat. She kicked his side forcing him to fall to his back before she dug her boot into his chest pinning him to the floor, she held his chin up with her cold sword, "What do you want, Trafalgar Law?" Her cold voice demanded.

Law laughed, "Oh, so you do know who I am. If you know who I am then surely you know what I am here to do." he smirked as a figure moved in the corner of his eye before twitching his fingers, "Shambles".

Law's form was replaced by Kairi's first mate who looked up terrifyingly at her captain. Kairi swiftly pulled herself off her mate distracted by the switch as Law took his advantage and sent everything skyward with his "Tact". Chairs and tables now flew in circles above them unforgivingly hitting everything in their path. Law smirked evilly at the chaos as he pulled his sword to his cheek with both hands gearing up his next move.

Kairi grunted as she dodged out of the way of Law's "Injection Shot", She rolled on the ground as she watched Law make contact with a floating chair causing it to explode. Cursing, Kairi Launched herself up and at Law, their swords clashed and echoed through the tavern drawing the attention of the crews.

To onlookers, they were a whirlwind of steel, their movement defied comprehension as they both vanished and reappeared using their devil fruit abilities. The two crews slowed their fights to watch their captains go toe-to-toe with someone of equal speed and precision and sight neither crew had witnessed.

"Your bounty does not reflect your skill, Miss Kairi." Law chuckled as he deflected a blow.

Kairi twisted away from his next swing, "I am not in the same bracket as the victims you collect hearts from!" she yelled as she surged towards him pointing her sword toward his chest, Law sidestepped and grabbed her from behind locking his arms under her and keeping her in place.

"Clearly," he growled in her ear, but before he could overpower her, she slammed her head into his chin allowing her to slip free and fall to the floor, sweeping at his legs, forcing him to jump back. He wiped the blood trickling down his chin, a grim smile playing on his lips.

"So Miss Kairi Why the low bounty, then?" he taunted.

Kairi laughed, "Because I am a Woman!" with a newfound anger she launched herself at him and disappeared before reappearing directly in front of him and digging her sword into his right shoulder.

She pushed her entire body onto his chest and leaned into his ear, "And it is Captain Kairi." She kicked herself off his chest and pulled her sword out of him causing him to scream holding his bloody shoulder. Law fell to his knees panting which caused the entire bar to fall silent. Law's first mate Bepo was the first to run to his captain's aid but only to be stopped by his icey glare demanding him to stay back.

Kairi stood triumphant, her sword a chilling reminder, "I employ you to leave and not attempt my life again. The only reason you are walking out of this alive is that I have allowed it." she ordered menacingly.

Law snarled but realized he had lost the battle and took down his "room" which caused everything that was once in the air to fall to the ground. Law gestured to his crew who all began to walk out of the back with minimal injuries compared to Kairi's crew. "You are right you are not like the other pirates I am after." he pushed his way up and began to follow his crew out. "Captain Kairi," he spoke once more turning to face her. "I look forward to our next fight." He whips around before disappearing out of the bar.

Kairi's crew stood proudly the all-woman crew had beaten the mostly male crew of the heart pirates. Law words rang through Kairi's ears, this wouldn't be the last time she saw this man but she couldn't help the surge of curiosity and excitement to meet him again.

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#one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #fem!reader #writing #one piece oc #one piece original character #oc #Kairi #devil fruit

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onepiecepetalfanfics089 · 10 months

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@mabel7775: I will take advantage that the requests are open. :3 Yandere platonic Luffy x reader. Let's say that Luffy cares and is always attentive to the reader, do you think Hancock would get jealous for all the attention that reader receives from Luffy or would she take advantage and become friends with the reader to get closer to Luffy? Possibly Hancock becoming a yandere as well to reader since she makes Luffy happy and imagining it as if they finally have a family with him.

Okay now I absolutely adore this idea!! I’m gonna give you a few headcanons and if you want I’ll make a story about it 😉

So for one yes luffy will be all over his love even if it’s platonic! He views them as his special friend that’s just…different from all of his others. He’ll want lots of hugs and attention! He also has a habit of accidentally guilt tripping them into hanging out with them!

-“You don’t wanna hang out?…oh you’re going with them aren’t you?…well that’s okay you just remind me of ace I guess and ever since he died well ya’know….but it’s okay I guess…!

Yep! That’s yandere platonic luffy for ya! He always tries to bring up Ace’s death to make them feel bad and give in eventually ..he doesn’t do it on purpose though! He just wants them to hang out with him….

All the time.

And nobody else include because your HIS friend.

He always ether has an arm around them when their sitting as he’s laughing and cracking jokes with the others or just being silly to try to make you smile! He’s basically clinging onto them every step of the way on

Now moving onto the Hancock situation! We all know our snake empress can be a bit….protective of luffy at times! So of course she would be livid that he was giving them all of his attention!

-Luffy-dear!! Who is this tramp?!?! They surely are no match for me!! But since you think you deserve his affection let us battle for his love !!

Now over time it would be very obvious that Luffy very much cared for them, and no one could change that!

Unless they just want to try and get their asses kicked.

So Hancock would have no other choice but to..tolerate them. Though she wouldn’t be the nicest overtime she would start to see why Luffy liked them so much! So she would get closer to them! Being their friend and ally slowly and slowly..getting closer..

And eventually falling deep in obsession love!! Basically acting as she does with luffy, protecting them at all cost just like luffy! She would all over them all the time.

She would eventually start to form the idea of getting married to the both of them and having a big happy family! And who are they to refuse..? With a warlord and the future pirate king obsessing over them…?

I don’t think their gonna be able to leave any time soon.

I really hope you like this!! I know it was a bit short but I tried my best 😅🫶🏼💕 I really like these head canons a lot and I might redo it to make it even better!

But also I’m writing a new story! It’s very interesting and a yandere one piece! I just need some opinions if I should do Luffy, a different straw hat or another character in general or all of the straw hats! Please let me know and of course “growing up a little too fast!” part 2 is still being made!!

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short-honey-badger · 5 months

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Peppermint Tea

I'm baaaacckkkkk

I hope you enjoy. This may be the start of a new series, not sure yet. But I hope you all enjoy!

Pairings: Dracule Mihawk x Reader (Devil fruit user)

Update! This fic has gone through a lot of changes! so new pairing will ultimately be Mihawk x Reader x Shanks!

Summary: Mihawk wakes from his nap near what should be a deserted island. Turns out that you and your dog Hank are its sole inhabitants. One visit leads to another until your island becomes his home away from home.

Masterlist

Devil fruit user reader,

Warnings: none yet!

Dracule Mihawk wakes to the sound of screaming. He is already scowling by the time he cracks his eyes open and sits up to scan the horizon. Seems like he had drifted close to a small island while napping. His lip curls up in a sneer when he hears the screams again, and it has him standing from his perch and using a bit of haki to see what was going on.

There, being chased by a group of obvious pirates, is you. His ringed eyes narrow, and with a dramatic sigh, Mihawk directs his little boat closer to the shore and tosses the anchor over. In a flash, he stands on shore and begins making his way toward the commotion that woke him in the first place. Dracule is not a hero. he would never dream of calling himself one, but even he would not turn a blind eye to a woman in need. He wasn't a monster, after all.

The warlord swings his sword from his back and takes off, boosting himself forward with a little haki. It's laughable how easily Mihawk cuts down the pirates, these men little more than bandits with a stolen ship. However, he is caught off guard when the ground under his feet suddenly becomes cold, near freezing, and he is quick to hop away from the patch of snow that has formed under his feet.

“You ass! I was having fun!” The woman he thought he had saved snarls at him. Mihawk schools his face back into its usual unimpressed look and looks at you. She is scowling fiercely up at him, but all Dracule can see is an upset kitten.

“You should be grateful. I saved your life, you know.” He replies hauntingly and swings his sword back around to latch it to his back, “Why were they chasing you?”

You shrug at him, shifting foot to foot in impatience. You needed to get a move on. Hank was waiting for you back home. “I dunno. They showed up this morning and demanded I give them whatever I had. I told them to fuck off.” She frowns and kicks the snow that has gathered around her. “They didn't like that answer.”

“No, I would imagine not,” Mihawk agrees and looks her over. The woman wears simple clothes, just leggings and a loose tunic, and quite a few years younger than himself. He finds himself oddly concerned. Hmm. How unlike him.

“Are you alone here?” He asks, and the woman looks suspicious immediately. Her shoulder squares, and she shifts into a defensive stance. Dracule wonders if she even needed his help in the first place.

“Yeah? So what?” You demand and narrow your eyes at him. “Why don't you wear a shirt?”

Dracule blinks at her, definitely not having expected that to be her question, “I run hot.” He says and wonders why he is even entertaining this girl.

“Ha, I run cold!” She exclaims, and snow begins to fall around her as if to prove her point. Slowly, she begins to relax after realizing that this man isn't trying to attack her like the last people. She debates with herself for a moment before ultimately giving in to her baser desires. It's been so long since she's had good, human company.

“Would you like some tea?”

Mihawk opens his mouth to turn her down, but what comes out is, “What kind do you have?” He can't help but enjoy the tiny little smile you send him at his question. He is curious as to why you have yet to call him out, and questions why a warlord of the sea wanted with you and your little island.

“I grow my own, so you'll have to come see at home,” you tell him and point south, “If you aren't busy anyway?”

Truth be told, Dracule probably should get back on his boat and sail away to never see this slip of a girl and tiny island again. Go back to his lonely castle and read the hundreds of books just waiting to be cracked open. Maybe even do his job and report to the Marines about this place. But Mihawk would do none of those things. Instead, he gestured for you to lead the way and was rewarded with another one of those timid smiles.

“Hank should still be home. He's my dog,” you inform him as the two of you walk, and it doesn't take very long for your home to come into view. It's a quaint little cottage with rows of flowers and a large garden off to the side. He can see rows of drying herbs in one of the windows and even a smoke room connected to the side of the cottage. A massive hound with shaggy gray fur comes bounding up. It doesn't even bark at him and instead plops right down and starts to beg for attention.

“And this is why you aren't a guard dog, Hank,” you grumble and pat the hound on his massive head as you walk past Mihawk. Dracule eyes the dog before rolling his eyes and giving in to pat the top of his head like you had.

“You know, I know his name now, but I've yet to have the pleasure of knowing yours.” Mihawk follows after you, and a tiny smirk plays on his lips when he sees your face flush a pretty pink.

“God's, I'm sorry about that,” You laugh and run your fingers through your hair before offering the handsome man your hand and introducing yourself.

Mihawk grasps your hand, noting that you indeed do run very cold, “Dracule Mihawk,” he rumbles and waits for the inevitable panic that his name usually causes anyone he comes across.

“Huh. I like that. It suits you. Especially your eyes,” You tell him instead, and Mihawk finds that he likes You even more than he thought he would.

“Thank you,” he mutters quietly and follows you through the open door of your home. The inside is just as cozy as on the outside, and he has a hard time not immediately investigating the tall stacks of books that seem to be piled on every available surface. Most of them look worn and smudged, as if they'd been drowned in water.

“Sorry for the mess. I don't have company very often,” you murmur with a bit of wince and clear a chair for your guest.

“Nothing to apologize for, Darling,” Mihawk assures you and examines the rest of your home. It's cluttered, yes, but clean and more or less organized. He cuts his eyes toward you and smirks again at the sight of your flushed face. It seemed that you were not very used to being called any type of pet name.

You cough and rub the back of your neck, “Anyway, tea is this way,” you lead him to the kitchen where strings of dried herbs hang from the ceiling. You point at a group set away from the others and point out which is which. “The peppermint came out nicely this year, probably my favorite so far.”

“I'll have that then,” He watches as you dither around the kitchen, bringing a chipped kettle to a boil and pouring the two of you steaming cups of tea. He blows gently and then sips, humming at the pleasant coolness of the tea.

“Very nice,” he compliments and watches intently as you blush even brighter than before. Mihawk finds that he enjoys making you light up.

You quietly thank him and take a small sip of your own. He can feel your eyes on him, but Dracule doesn't particularly mind your curiosity. If earlier was any indication, then you had absolutely no idea who he was, and Mihawk would prefer to keep it that way.

“And thank you for earlier, with those men,” you speak up, and Dracule ticks a brow up at you, “I could have handled them, but definitely not as quickly as you did.”

“Mhm. You are welcome. The tea is a good enough reward,” the warlord teases, and you laugh quietly at his quip. After that, it's as if a dam broke. Conversation flowed between the two of you, and Dracule found himself hard pressed to leave when he looked outside and noticed that the sun was setting.

“Ah, I should be on my way. It is late, and I don't want to disturb you any longer,” Mihawk mentions. Truthfully, he wouldn't mind staying longer, but there were things he actually needed to attend to.

You blink and jerk your head to the window. It's near dusk and the sun paints the sky in hues of pink and purple, “Oh, I guess it is pretty late, huh,” you murmur and try to keep the disappointment out of your tone. Today has been one of the best days you've had in a very long time. You would miss Dracule Mihawk.

The warlord makes a split decision and stands, only to step close to his host and gently place a knuckle under her chin. He lifts her face, and she looks up at him with stars in her eyes when he swipes his thumb over her bottom lip, “Don't worry, Darling. You'll see me again,” he assures her softly.

You wet your lip, tongue ghosting over the pad of his thumb, “Promise?” You whisper, and Dracule gives the young woman a smile that will forever solely belong to you.

“Of course, sweet thing,” Mihawk murmurs and reluctantly pulls away. He grabs his sword and hat, fixing them to their proper places before he heads to the door, “I'll see you again.”

You watch him go, heart beating loudly in your chest as you stand to watch him out the window. When he disappears from sight, you plop back down and cover your flaming face with your hands. You couldn't wait to see him again.

@writingmysanity @kenkenmaaa @browneyedhufflepuff @foggyturtleknightangel

#fanfic #one piece #reader insert #fluff #cute #mihawk x reader #one piece mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #dracule mihawk #op mihawk #opla mihawk #opla dracule mihawk #mihawk x you #mihawk x y/n #devil fruit #reader is a devil fruit user #ignorance is bliss #Peppermint Tea

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kingofthe-egirls · 11 months

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WELCOME ABOARD: LUFFY x OC (+ SANJI 😏)

fox tales

(cw: eating, food, hunger, fluff)

(a/n: i'm finally unraveling this story from head to toe. we're gonna get there, folks)

Songs: "Dress" by Charlotte Sands

words: 566

Luffy leads you onto the deck of the ship, sandals slapping confidently as he grins. “Look at our ship!” He says over his shoulder, as you walk starstruck behind him. Sunlight filters through the early morning blue.

“Sanji!” Luffy calls, running across to a closed door with a glass porthole at the end of the ship. “We got a new crewmate!”

You still, pausing as your captain runs. Sanji? Where had you heard that name before?

A blond head appears, glinting like hay in the sunlight. Underneath it is a boy, dressed in a dark suit. You hitch a breath, as the memory hits you.

Food.

Sanji was that blond boy at the restaurant-ship, that your portals had opened on a whim. You hadn’t remembered how to get back, since the ship was never in the same exact place twice. You’d cursed the currents for taking away this magic boy who brought you food.

“Sanji!” You call, nervous and hesitant. His eyes alight with hearts (you remember that part, too) and he scurries across to you. He looks like a wispy genie from the waist down.

“My love~!” He cries, clasping his hands as he stops in front of you. You squeal, and throw your arms around his neck. Whatever hesitance you had was gone: your body delights in this person who gave you food. Your eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure.

“Ah!” He hiccups out, stumbling as you hold him. Blood spurts from his nose.

“Oh!!” You start, jumping away. “Are you okay?!”

Laughter erupts from across the ship, and you turn to see other crew members: a boy, a girl, a giant, a woman. Green, orange, turquoise, raven. How many people lived here?

You turn around, dazed, at the sound of your captain running up behind you again. He has his cheeks stuffed with bread. You instinctively snatch a butter roll from the pile in his hand. He groans at you, but doesn’t snatch it back. You’re grateful, for that.

“Have you already met our cook?” Luffy asks, swiping a thumb across his chin. It’s slick with butter and your tummy rumbles. You bite down into the bread.

“Mm,” you sigh, happily. Buttery, flaky, warm bread. When was the last time you had that?

“We have!” Sanji croons, tissues up his nose and a reindeer at his feet. In a hat.

“Are you a spirit?” You ask the thing, and it stares at you in wonder.

“I’m a tonakai,” he says, with a child’s voice. “I ate the human-human fruit.”

“Oh,” you say, trying not to sound disappointed. You offer your hand, flicking out a small portal from your index finger. It connects to the ocean, just under your feet. Water spills out, as well as some seaweed.

“I ate the portal-portal fruit,” you say, and close it with a snap. The tonakai glows at you. He has stars, Sanji has hearts. Who are these people?

You take another bite of bread. You don’t try to hide how your eyes roll back into your head. “Thank you so much,” you groan, licking your lips. “You have no idea how much I missed this.”

The boy is on the floor.

“Hm?” You turn to Luffy, who’s snickering behind his mountain of rolls. “What did I do?”

Luffy snorts, “Beats me.”

He turns his too-warm smile on you, and grabs your hand. “Let’s go meet everyone!”

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stormruff · 1 month

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ALL ABOUT MY OC:

author's notes on pink

Name actually: Nicodorium D. Akane.

current age: 22

She's Shanks adopted daugther, and is part of the Redhair Pirates. extremely loyal to Shanks.

biologically the daughter of a vice-admiral.

She was born on an island in the East Blue.

She is part of the lost group "elementals"

I created this "race", I don't know how to call this, but basically this Group, can control a basically element, water, wind, fire and land, and in each sea (East Blue, North Blue, South Blue, West Blue) there is an elemental island.

And in them the devil fruits of each element probably originated primarily. (Mera Mera no mi, Kaze Kaze no mi, Mizu Mizu no mi and Tochi Tochi no mi) and whoever is born on one of these islands can control a certain element (example: if you are born on the island of fire, you control fire and speak with spirite of fire.)

location of the elemental islands:

Water island, South Blue.

Flame island, North Blue.

Land Island:

West Blue. Wind Island: East Blue.

These islands were hunted by the world government, for helping pirates and for having a relationship with the Poneglyphs. three islands were exterminated, leaving only the one in East Blue.

The name of the island she lived on was Kazemandia. only pirates knew about the island. That's why the world government sent Akane's parents to infiltrate the island for six years. Akane was born on this island, so she is an elemental. She had a lot of potential, and from the moment she learned to speak she heard the voice of the wind. she learned archery from her parents and to play the flute from the natives.

At the time, her parents were navy captains under orders from Admiral Sengoku. when the time was right they issued the Buster Call. Several vice admirals were called, including, at the time, Vice Admiral Kizaru.

Akane fled the village, going to the coast and hiding among the rocks, she thought her parents had died.

She looked through the crack at a man dressed in a navy robe, along with two other marines.

Her parents.

They went to the navy ship, and a yellow light appeared, decimating the entire village.

Luckily, the place she hid was not hit, but she could see the island in flames, her parents kill the people who welcomed them. You didn't move for three days straight. She was hungry, thirsty, with heatstroke, she will die in some days. When she feels a cold hand on your forehead and nothing after this... she was rescued for Shanks and his crew, As he already been in the Pirate King's ship, he knows all about that island, as Gol D. Roger had already been in Kazemandia, years ago.

Heyy I"m gonna make a post telling this story 'bout Akane meeting the red Haired pirates and Uta <333333

Her personality:

She is so educated (Shanks teach her omgg) even with the enemies, in marine she reffers to him based in his patent (Adimiral Aokiji, Fleet Adimiral Sengoku/Akainu, Vice Adimiral Garp) always when she talked, the only people she's dirrespect is her biological father, Kizaru and Teach.

She absolutely loves greeted fish (especialy if it was made by Lucky Roux)

She calls Red Haired pirates officals to Uncles (Uncle Yasopp, Uncle Beck, Uncle Hongo) except Monster.

She calls Rayleigh and Shakky like this.

She has three types of haki, but the most advanced is observation haki. (she's a shooter, Yasopp's apprentice, omggg)

Despite being super polite, she has very short patience. (Shanks sees Buggy in her)

she has a pet eagle. A female. her name is Komodoro.

she and Monster fight A LOT, and when it's not Akane who's fighting with him, it's Komodoro.

She is a very powerful archer, she uses Haki in the post-timeskip to coat her arrows but in the pre-timeskip she had arrows coated in Kairoseki.

One of her weapons (in addition to the bow) is a transverse flute, and she is a great flutist, with the flute she can create super strong wind waves, and shape them however she wants.

She can imitate the power of almost all paramecia-type Devil Fruits (almost like Katakuri does with his Devil Fruit, ).

She learns very quickly, in the middle of a battle, for example, she can imitate an attack in a matter of seconds. (she learned how to use Kamusari, the move originating from Gol D. Roger that Shanks used to stop Kid's attack)

I'm going to release a one-shot of her with Ace. I don't know when but I'll do it.

#shanks x daughter!reader #one piece x reader #oc: Akane #one piece shanks #akagami no shanks #Nicodorium D. Akane #one piece #luffy #mugiwara no luffy #anime #elemental #devil fruit #kaze kaze no mi #stormruff

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you-tolkien-to-me · 1 year

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One Piece Imagine:

Imagine being a Runaway Celestial Dragon and having the Celestial Celestial Fruit.

Devil Fruit: Celestial Celestial Fruit

(Idk if it should be a Logia or Paramecia type of devil fruit, But lets just go along with it.)

The power to manipulate the universe with heavenly influence.

You can create, shape and manipulate the skies and cosmos with heavenly influence, including all the aspects of the astrological, divine, elemental, mythical and cosmic powers.

Celestial Spirits:

You can summon Celestial Spirits by opening their gates through the use of Celestial Spirit Gate Keys.[1] These Keys are separated into two classes: the more common Silver Keys and the rarer Gold Keys.[2] The Keys for Celestial Spirits are counted in Units (collectively without regard of Gold or Silver).[2]

When you receive a Key and opens its Celestial Gate for the first time, you have to set up a contract with the respective Spirit. This contract consists of asking the Spirit which days it can be summoned by its contractor.[4] This simple agreement leads to a dedicated and serious bond between the Spirit and summoner.

Celestial Spirits also have different categories of sorts that fall under the basic summoning conditions from their owner. For example, Leo, Gate of the Lion, summons himself most of the time without your help.

Additionally, a Celestial Spirit may grow stronger when you grow stronger.

Examples of ability ---> (Click me!) (Click me!) (Click me!)

Star Dress:

You can incorporate the power of a Celestial Spirit into your body by placing the key of the Spirit in question on your chest. The power manifests itself in the form of a wardrobe change (similar to Requip), in this case in the form of a dress centered around the Spirit in question's own wardrobe.[1] Also, you, by adopting the powers and appearance of the Spirit they choose, also adopts a portion of their powers, being able to make use of their Magic.

You can also combine their star dresses into one, this is known as Star Dress Mix (星霊衣合成スタードレスミックス Sutā Doresu Mikkusu) which manifests itself in the form of a dress and a crossed keys tattoo at the back of your hand with each key representing the Celestial Spirit Gate Keys of the Star Dress Forms that are being merged together.

Examples of Ability ---> (Click me!)

Urano Metria:

When you recite the incantation, the 88 constellations of the sky come down as spheres and bestow their power upon you. You, then, aims at your intended target and releases the energy gathered into a tremendous attack.

Examples of Ability ---> (Click me!) (Click me!) (Click me!)

Glitter:

A radiance of merciless light that denies the existence of nearby foes.[3] It is also an exceedingly complex and unfathomably intricate energy that collects and concentrates the light of the sun, the moon and the stars.

Examples of ability ---> (Click me!) (Click me!)

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Meteor:

Your body is surrounded by a cloak of energy, allowing you to move through the air at incredible speeds. Even if someone could detect your trajectory, it is nearly impossible to catch you. With your speed, assaults on opponents with quick, but powerful, melee attacks.

Grand Chariot:

While in the air, you place both arms on top of each other, with the top hand having only the index and middle fingers spread out. Seven Magic Seals are then summoned in front of you and connect, creating a constellation of sorts. Each Magic Seal then releases a powerful light blast down on the opponent, forming the same pattern on the ground before exploding.

Jiu Leixing:

You transfigure nine lightning-made swords and directs them to simultaneously strike your target of choice.

Sema:

An attack in which you bow down and points your hands downwards, with all the fingers closed except the index and middle fingers. You, then, begins to slowly move your right hand until it points upwards, causing the clouds above you to begin circling, creating what appears to be a cyclone.[203] From the center of the swirling formation, a glowing orb begins to form, growing in size until a humongous meteor emerges, falling quickly to earth towards the intended target. When the meteor hits, the force is strong enough to create a large explosion, which engulfs a wide area and releases a strong hurricane of air, also leaving a large crater in its wake.

Examples of Abilities ---> (Click me!) (Click me!) (Click me!)

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You were the Daughter/Son of the one of the highest-ranking Celestial Dragons.

When you were little, you began getting curious of the outside world and decided to runaway.

Along your journey, You find a big egg and decide to keep it. It hatches and out pops a a kitty with wings, an exceed!

You name him Happy and he becomes like your adopted son! xD

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I don't own anything but the imagine part! :P

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece reader insert #reader insert #fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #jellal fernandes #celestial spirit #celestial dragons #x reader #imagine #one piece x reader #devil fruit

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talesofsonicasura · 10 months

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Transformers Meet One Piece: Devil Fruits

I got bored. This is basically a Transformers based Self Insert where our favorite robots in disguise learn about the peculiarities of the One Piece realm. For this reader will be a human from the OPverse who ends up stuck in Transformersverse.

Only detail I'll add description wise is that they're tall, like 10 ft since it's funnily considered a bit above average for humans in One Piece standards. *Looks at Charlotte Katakuri whose around 19 ft*

As for what Devil Fruits are, these are fruits enchanted by sea devils that grant incredible powers to those who eat them. Though the price for such abilities is never being able to swim again. Devil Fruits come in three main types.

Paramecia which can be anything from a rubber body or turning others into toys. Zoan, that allows the eater to become various animals, prehistoric/mythical creatures and even deities. Then finally Logia which are living elements such as fire or ice.

Gonna be three entries with one Devil Fruit Type per an entry. Also it won't be the same continuity every time! For this, I'll be using Cybertron, Prime, and Bayverse! This can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Enjoy!

Cybertron: Dino-Dino Fruit Model Allosaurus

You have been stuck on this strange planet for quite some time. Honestly thought the place was an island at first but none were as massive as this. Plus good ol' steel rhino solidified it.

Backstomp of the Beast Planet was the only one who knew about your existence. A personal preference and the elder easily respected it. It wasn't for your safety but those of the foolish challengers. Picking a fight with this allosaurus was a death sentence.

To the inhabitants of Jungle Planet, you are just a new beast that calls the place home. It should've stayed this way as the days go by. That is until Megatron and his lackies threw the idea down the drain.

Whatever peace the place held had been thrown overboard in seconds. Black hole threatening to devour the entire universe? War between Autobots and Decepticons? Four Cyber Planet Keys being the way out? Yeah no.

Obviously kept out of it as it wasn't your war. Well that was the plan until Backstomp got dragged in and no one is gonna hurt old man rhino without getting bitten. Like mosquitos, the Decepticons decide to impede the Autobots once again on their way to see the planet's ruler.

You knew Scourge's honor bound temper and any tardiness will ignite his fury. What better way to slander 'Optimus Prime' then have him late from trying to save his team from an ambush. It was time to intervene. You let your body shift from human into the beast form granted by the Dino Dino Fruit Model Allosaurus.

The shifty looking bot, Starscream, didn't expect a massive clothed Allosaurus to leap on his back nor bite into his wings. He obviously screamed in pain as he tries to get you off but you were stubborn. The distraction allowed the Autobots to turn the tide and chase away the pests.

You shift into your half beast form while allowing Backstomp to do introductions on the way to see Scourge. They obviously had questions especially upon hearing that this strange dinosaur is a human. Your response? "Gotta earn it first. A home cooked meal is a good way to start."

Prime: Calm-Calm Fruit

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You had brought this particular encounter on yourself. Everyone craves some peace and quiet at some point. A task that can be easily done thanks to the abilities given by the Calm Calm Fruit.

You were listening to the radio while eating another stolen meal from KO Burger. A normal routine since landing in this strange place about 3 months back. The only source of easy entertainment other than reading or drawing was a dinky little radio you had also stolen.

It broadcasts a very odd telenova about a war between giant robots and that's it. Didn't know why but you always tuned in out of curiosity. That and this Ratchet character tossing wrenches at his companions is so funny.

It was currently on the Decepticons' side with Starscream being a whiny two faced bitch again. "For someone who wants to replace Megatron, he sure doesn't have any balls." "What did you just say Soundwave?!"

Oh. This wasn't a telenova. You might've been eavesdropping for three months on either crazy people or actual giant robots. Well fuck. The radio immediately got trashed upon hearing the word 'Investigate' and took off with weapons in tow.

You found it been the latter as you watched shit go down from the sniper's roost atop the cliff. First three robots, obviously Decepticons, shown up through a portal to snoop. Then other bots who must be the Autobot party, since they weren't primarily purple or grey in paint jobs, emerged to start the fight.

Alright, time to be a neutral terror with silent explosives. Watching giant robots scatter in a panic as a soundless rocket crashed down is hilarious. And it grew even funnier since no one could find out where the shots came from.

Thus the next 20 mins were spent unleashing utter hell as both sides scramble to survive. It sadly ended when a very large truck robot had snuck up(via groundbridge) and snatched you from behind. He definitely didn't expect an oddly tall human to cause his team trouble. Or for them to sheepishly smile. "Guess you caught me.😅"

Bayverse: Smoke-Smoke Fruit

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You didn't know how a nap escalated to escorting a injured medic robot to his companions. It just happened as smoke tendrils from the Smoke Smoke Fruit help Ratchet walk to his berth/bed. The two of you been trying to find Optimus for the past two weeks.

Drift about whenever possible and keep off Cemetery Wind's radar. You had no experience in fixing machinery so Ratchet had to guide any repairs on him. Mainly cause his hands were still wonky and he rather not shoot himself in the foot.

Both of you were currently hiding out at an abandoned steel mill somewhere in Texas. A perfect place to find scrap metal for more repairs on the Autobot medic. Well it should've been until Ratchet picked up someone approaching your temporary hideout.

It was pretty obvious what needed to happen. Thus Ratchet sat in the basement as you handle the unwelcomed guests. It was go time when the first black car came into view.

"Whiteout!" You let smoke swallow the entire field and tear into the intruders. Cemetery Wind still hadn't learned that bullets were worthless here from how fast they began to drop like flies. Smoke choking each foolish soldier as it slowly snuffs their life out.

A loud truck horn had gotten your attention. It would've tasted a smoky fist if it weren't the blue and red firey decal on the front. This had to be Optimus Prime.

Whatever Cemetery Wind grunts were alive found their necks snapped in two. You kept your smoke tendrils out even when three people got out the truck and Optimus gone into robot mode. A surprise since it was humans who took out his team.

He obviously saw you as a threat until you took him to see Ratchet. Any distrust faded when the two Autobots were reunited and the medic got better repairs. They still had questions but only one got an answer from you. "Why did I help Ratchet? It wouldn't be right to leave him to die."

And that's it! Until next time folks, I'll see you back on the Grand Line. Now transform and roll out!

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