#i would be all like ''where the FUCK is Usopp I wanna see him again''
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Me, the entire time of reading Whole Cake Island and Wano arc:
I miss Usopp :(
#i miss him :(#he hasnt been getting any attention in both of these arcs and it makes me sad#can we PLEASE get a new Usopp fo used arc??#i need my boy 😔#y'all have no idea how many times in the middle of reading whole cake island and wano#i would be all like ''where the FUCK is Usopp I wanna see him again''#usopp's frog hat is fantastic tho#thats like the only thing I can cling onto as of now#one piece#usopp#op usopp#god usopp#the fire burns#oh also I haven't actually finished Wano just yet#on around chapter 965#so please don't spoil anything
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Little pieces here and there (2)
Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)
Chapters: one, three, four, five
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: Flirting, suggestive flirting, heavy pinning
A/N: GUYS THIS CHAPTER HAS ME ON THE FLOOR, I HOPE YOU ENJOY, THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE and if you like it let me know to start preparing part 3 ♡ (sorry for any grammatical mistake!)
"The One Piece will never be yours!" He shouted angrily, that -now- dwarf with a red nose, giant hands and feet, when he was defeated. Just like in a cartoon for kids.
"You're just a sad, lonely little boy wearing another man's hat!" She could not understand how it was possible that this intimidating, psychopathic, eccentric clown had turn around so quickly into this little thing that was so... dare she say pathetic, but she didn't wanna be too cruel to him.
The moment Luffy declared his intentions again, Buggy began to look around him, desperate for a way to escape, maybe one of his crew members who would miraculously come to the rescue, or an unexpected ally. Like (Y/N).
"Wo wo wo wo, no no no no, wait wait!"
He opened his mouth and begged, probably to suggest some kind of pact, to promise (Y/N) a place among his crew like he did with Luffy before, but before he could say anything else, the rubber boy already threw him into the sky.
And that was the last time she thought she would see Buggy The Clown. Little did she know, she was wrong.
Oh, so wrong.
Let's say that the days to come were anything but calm. From the Kuro Incident™, at least they won Usopp's friendship and the Going Merry, one of the cutest ships she has ever seen, to be fair.
And then they arrived at the Baratie, where they met the oh, so attentive Sanji, Zoro was about to die, and Nami... Nami left with the fishmen. Although (Y/N) was on Luffy and Sanji's side when they claimed something bad was actually happening, because she wouldn't have chosen to leave with them just like that, without a hidden, ugly reason behind. Didn't fit in with the idea she had of the ginger.
"I know someone who knows where to find her," says her "captain" when they all discuss their next step.
"Hello boys!" Buggy's head coughs and exclaims in the most forced, sarcastic way possible. Imagine threatening to kill those people after kidnapping them less than a week ago, and now your life depends on them. Low blow, if someone asked her. "Sweetheart." He then smirked devilishly when he saw (Y/N) a little further back, resting her side on the kitchen counter. Surprised to see him and the way he calls her, she raises an eyebrow and gives a small, amused smile. "Hello Buggy."
"Arg, Doll! I'm so happy to see a beautiful face like yours around here." The clown shouts when (Y/N) comes out on deck after several hours organizing the pantries with Sanji. She looks at him out of the corner of her eye with a little smile on her lips when she leaves a snack for Usopp and goes towards the bow of the ship or, in fewer words = in the opposite direction to where her mere existence is spiritually needed. The clown is already tired of giving Usopp directions after all morning arguing where to go, so infatuated and hypnotized by the mysterious aura that surrounds the woman, he doesn’t give up, and his head floats in the direction of the girl, following her, resting right by her side as she sits on the ground, legs falling over the ship's railing and out to the sea.
"Pretty sure you didn't hear me back there" because the idea of someone ignoring him was unthinkable. A war crime. An insult to God itself. He was still Buggy The Clown, The Flashy Fool, even without his crew. Or his ship. Or his body. Fucking hell, what did he have left apart from the head? "I was saying I'm glad I'm not only surrounded by idiots. Having your beautiful face around here makes standing them much easier." He flirts, winking an eye, which (Y/N) doesn't fully get but finds kinda interesting. "We had a moment the other day, right? It wasn't just my imagination, I know it."
"Yeah, we totally had a moment" She agrees, clearly being sarcastic to everyone but him. "You kidnapped us, you called me pretty, you searched me, I threatened you, you liked it..." she lists, lying her back on the deck, arms raised, own head resting on her hands, enjoying the breeze, the sun, and the smell of the salty water.
"I loved it," he corrects her after emitting a little grunt of satisfaction, vividly remembering that scene. What would he not give to go back and enjoy it a little bit more before the rest of her crew ruined his entire day -week- so blatantly and unnecessarily over the top.
"You're welcome. Any time." She answers after an amused giggle, eyes closed.
"Don't tempt me."
"Now tell me," Buggy resumes the conversation after about 30 seconds of silence. He clearly doesn't know how to enjoy it. He is that type of person for whom silence not only makes him uncomfortable, but also terrifies him. Theatre kid. "What's a woman like you doing with a bunch of insufferable kids like them? I know they're trying to organize their boy band and go on adventures around the world, but you... you should look for someone more suitable to your needs, capable of giving you different stimuli. More mature." He adds in the end with a low, seductive tone of voice, shamelessly feeding on the image of the curve of her body now that she's not paying visual attention to him.
"Hmhm. Maybe I'll look for them." She answers nonchalantly, just because. She finds really entertaining this type of tug-flirting-war. Even if he's the only one that flirts and she just gives him opportunities to do so.
"You don't have to look too far." He was so cliché, how cute.
"You talk too much to be no more than a floating head."
"I could always put my tongue to better use." Snapping her eyes open, (Y/N) holds her breath for a second, taking in what she just heard = what he just offered. That would be, literally, giving head. In all the glorious sense of the expression. Raising both eyebrows, she turns her face on the ground to observe him, nibbling at her lower lip. She seems to consider it for a few seconds, because no, she cannot deny how interesting and, at the same time, weird, degenerate, the idea is. But before he has the opportunity to keep talking his way into convincing her, she breaks into a cruel smile and decides to cut his mood "You mean like guiding us to the Konomi islands instead of talking with me? You're right, you should get back to work."
He looks at her like he was just betrayed by his second in command, hoping she would agree by the expression on her face seconds ago, the way she looked at him and how she was biting her own lip in that tortuous way that pushed him to want -need- to do it by himself.
"Wait, no need to play difficult with me sweetheart, I--" But it's too late, (Y/N) is already standing, grabbing Buggy's head between her hands, and before he could add anything else, she winks at him, kiss one of his cheeks, screams at the top of his lungs "USOPP!! CATCH HIM!" and throws his head like she was playing volleyball, Usopp jumping to be able to reach him, both of them celebrating the pass like children, ignoring Buggy's complaints.
The third time he flirts -tries to- with her, she's back on the deck, helping Zoro and Sanji moving some things around. He begins to scream desperately, and knowing damn well that if no one pays attention to him he won't stop even if that means losing his voice, she approaches, hands on her hips, sighing as she looks at him like someone that is about to regret getting close to a crying, annoying child. "What's wrong with you?" she asks dryly, pressing her lips together. "Ah, my guardian angel. Could you do me the favor of scratching me behind my ear?" Oh. A waaay more harmless request than she expected. Of course, she relents, because she sees nothing wrong with this small favor; she’s quite the empathetic, and in his place she would surely prefer to jump headfirst -ba dum tss- into the sea rather than suffer that itch and not be able to scratch it. After granting his wish, just as she is about to leave, Buggy moves his head much faster than anyone would predict, to catch one of the girl's fingers in his mouth and suck and lick and nibble, in a… God, a sample of what he could do with his tongue somewhere else.
A shiver runs down (Y/N)'s spine, and it reaches a pleasurable end between her legs, causing her to press them together as she inhales deeply.
"Wanna see what else I can do?" He whispers as he releases her. She can hear him over the crash of the waves against the hull of the boat, eyes fixed on his face, will to complain nowhere to be seen. Bold, not in a hundred years she would have expected that. And for a moment, she is tempted. That has been undeniably attractive. And it had a really strong effect on her. "I would gladly show you if you let me, you just have to ask, sugar lips. I bet it's been a damn long time you don't treat yourself--"
"(Y/N)!!" Zoro calls her, instantly exploding the bubble between Buggy and her.
She sighs in relief because only God knows she was close to give up. Then swallows, shakes her head exaggeratedly to shake herself out of his spell, and, licking her lips, gives the clown a mischievous smile, recomposing herself. "Nice try"
"Stop trying to deny the obvious" He tried again for the... 5th time? She /really/ lost count during their journey. Appearing from nowhere, he startled her in the process. He was now in a shelf of the kitchen, at the same height as the girl's face. "The chemistry between us is unbearable, you can see it from miles away." Jumping to approach the edge of the shelf, his eyes look her up and down. "Turns me on how you play hard to get because I don't like easy things either, so I respect your game," he nods, raising an eyebrow "But come on... I know you like me. I've seen how you look at me or bite your lip when I flirt with you, you have nothing to be ashamed of."
This whole thing was really trying her patience. Not because she wanted to fuck him off, but because she knows that all that flirting would end with her giving in and doing something she certainly shouldn't. As of for now, he had gotten her to vaguely consider it, and she had to admit, she was growing some kind of attraction slash fondness slash crush for him, but it wasn't enough to fall to her knees.
He wanted war, tho? He would have it.
"You're right, I like you, but you know, I like my men body and all, capable of grabbing me by the hips and pushing me on theirs, to fuck me and make me scream their name until I lose my voice. To make it difficult for me to walk straight the day after." she whispers, approaching him slowly until they share the same air, her nose touching his red one. (Y/N) closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as her tongue caresses her own lips, almost touching the clown’s ones too. Yes, she likes him, she has some sort of twisted soft spot for men who ranged from intimidating psychopath to the most pathetic human being depending on the day, and Buggy was the perfect example for that. "And you..." she tilts her head to the side, attempting to close the distance between each other and kiss him, but at the last second she withdraws, leaving the poor clown with his eyes closed, waiting for the touch of her dreamy lips. "Unfortunately you're just a head."
"Try again when you get your whole body back!"
#buggy the clown#buggy x reader#buggy one piece#buggy the clown fanfiction#buggy x you#op buggy#one piece x reader#one piece live action#captain buggy
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hi hi hi !! for the valentines event, can I get 24 with usopp? I just feel like I haven't seen much fics about him in a while ! thank you in advance !!
God Usopp + “But what if someone sees”
cw. f!reader, risky sex, getting caught at the end
wc. 0.4k
a/n. thank you for requesting! i loved writing usopp again so tysm and have a happy valentine day<33
“Usopp, we shouldn’t!” you say, trying to pry him away from his place between your neck, giggling at his enthusiasm.
“Please,” he says between harsh sucks on your neck. “You look so hot in this skirt” he motions to the skirt you were wearing, short enough for him to be able to get a good glimpse of your ass when you bent down, which is what led to this situation. “I really wanna fuck you in it, can I? Please?”
“But what if someone sees” you say, reminding him that you weren’t exactly in the most private setting right now, standing in the middle of his workshop, the door is not even closed, slightly open for anyone to come in unannounced.
“No one’s gonna see, please?” he says, his hands already trailing under your skirt, up your thighs in between your legs, but before you can really enjoy the moment, you hear some voices outside.
“At least let me lock the door, it won’t take that-” you turn around and head for the door, but before you get too far he pulls you back and bends you over his table.
Usopp is not one to share stuff about his love life to the crew, much less intimate moments like these, but there’s something about the thrill of someone coming in at any minute that makes him lift your skirt and push your panties to the side, a gasp shared between the two of you when he finally enters you.
You would try to fight him on closing the door, but every sudden thrust knocks the air out of your lungs and leaves you speechless, only able to writhe in pleasure for his cock as he’s in a trance with the way your ass moves whenever he slams his hips into yours.
It’s not long before he slips a hand down your hips and close to where the two of you meet, rubbing your clit and making you cum, your walls spasming and milking him dry as he follows close behind and cums inside of you, taking a few deep breaths when he’s sure he’s filled you to the brim with his seed.
“Didn’t I tell you? No one would come in” he says with a chuckle, still inside you. Almost as if summoned, Zoro opens the door to find the two of you, sweaty bodies sighing against each other as you look at him in horror and embarrassment. He apologizes and leaves immediately, closing the door on his way out.
Usopp sighs in defeat, knowing you’ll never let him live this down
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#one piece smut#one piece x reader smut#one piece x reader#one piece#usopp#god usopp#usopp x reader#usopp x reader smut#usopp smut#⭑. zoromuse’s vday event
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"Oi, has anyone seen Captain yet?"
Shachi looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow at Penguin. "He's probably squirreled away in the med bay again. Why are you looking for him, anyway?"
Penguin rolled his eyes like Shachi had asked a dumb question-- and, to be fair, he kind of had. Penguin knew everywhere Law liked to hide amongst the Polar Tang by heart, same as Shachi and Bepo; if Penguin was looking for Law, he'd have already checked his usual haunts before asking the rest of them.
"His mug is still in the cabinet."
Okay, that was a little weird. Lowering his book, Shachi glanced around the room to see if any of the other crew members still in the lounge might know something. "At this time of day?"
Penguin nodded and oh, that's not a good sign at all. It was practically unheard of for Law to not go running to the kitchen at the first hint of coffee being made in the morning-- unless he'd finally crashed, but that had happened last week, and with how bad that one had been Law still had plenty of time to fuck over his sleep schedule before the next one hit.
When the rest of their crewmates agreed that they hadn't seen Law yet that day, even though it was already well into morning and breakfast had come and gone, Shachi got to his feet.
"Bedroom?"
Penguin gave Shachi a wry smile. "The one place I dare not check without backup," He joked.
Shachi elbowed him in the side as he passed, teasing, "Don't be such a coward!"
Shachi knew better than anyone that only four of them were allowed in Law's room, aside from the man himself, and they didn't technically need anyone else to go inside with. But most of the time, it was easier to drag him out of whatever book-obsessed stasis he was stuck in with help, and so unless the others weren't up to it or someone felt confident they could handle it alone, they often buddied up when it came to getting Law out of his moods.
The two continued to banter the entire way to Law's quarters, though they grew quieter the closer they got-- it never hurt to be careful, and if Law was having a bad day or had in fact, by some miracle, fallen asleep, they didn't want to risk waking him or making it worse.
A quick game of rock, paper, scissors had Shachi opening the door, peeking his head inside the room with a whispered, "Law?"
He paused when he finally caught sight of his captain, a large grin forming as he took in the scene before him. He motioned to Penguin with his hand. "Peng, go grab camera! Hurry!"
Instead of doing what Shachi asked, however, Penguin simply leaned over him and stuck his head through the door as well.
He chuckled. "Ah, I thought someone else was missing from breakfast. Guess that mystery is solved."
"Yeah, yeah, they're being sickeningly cuddly as usual, now hurry up!!!" Shachi smacked Penguin's thigh, which earned him a playful scoff before Penguin was finally off, getting a camera as asked.
Shachi's attention snapped back to the scene on the bed as movement caught his eye. He froze, not even daring to breathe. 'Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up--'
Law shifted, and Shachi tensed when he seemed like he was starting to sit up--
Only for Law to snuggle up even closer, his face hidden by Kit's hair as he buried himself further into Kit's neck. Kit's arm wrapped further around Law in response. Shachi inhaled sharply, chest quaking with the determination not to burst out laughing.
He was never, ever going to let Law forget this.
Now if only Penguin would hurry up with that camera.
(Now, if this were a more modern time where social media existed, this is what I would imagine happens next upon Shachi posting the picture.)
Shachi: and Law insists he doesn't like to cuddle lmao
Luffy: No fair, I wanna cuddle Torao!!!
Usopp: Did you sneak into his bedroom for that?!?! Dude he's gonna kill you!
Penguin: akshdjdjfjsk LAW IS GONNA FREAK WHEN HE WAKES UP
Ikkaku: Nice knowing ya, Shach. We'll toast in your honor at the funeral
Bepo: Captain looks so relaxed :D
Robin: good for them :)
Random Follower: Is that
Random Follower: Is that the lost prince of Valstasia he's cuddling
(Shachi, realizing he has Royally Messed Up, just responds to the first comment he sees saying Kit is the lost prince with ".......no." and RUNS
Cue the Hearts desperately trying to cover up the fact Kit is in fact said prince. Kit adjusts his makeup a tiiiinnnnnyyyy little bit and hides a few of his beauty marks to make them look less like a constellation. "Oh yeah, I know I've got a birthmark there but it's not the same kind, don't worry about it." Meanwhile Law is tearing into anyone who so much as dares to ask him directly.)
#trafalgar d water law#trafalgar law#lagtha 'kit' rori#kit & law#even as the last petal falls fic#one piece#one piece oc#kit and law are in a queerplatonic relationship if anyone is curious
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mmm read a hurt/comfort Zoro fic recently and like. I get it now. That guy DOES hurt so pretty. kinda wanna try my hand at it.
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A voice disappeared.
Zoro stopped in his tracks, feet rooted to the spot.
Who was it? Where? How-?
Just barely, he managed to block a blade aiming for his neck.
Luffy was ahead of him, laughing his head off. The cook was a bright flaming beacon in the sky.
The rest? C'mon take a count, Zoro. Make sure.
Usopp. Nami. Chopper. Jinbei. Robin. Cook. Luffy.
What? Two? No, where were-
His breath hitched as he blocked another attack.
Calm down. Take a breath. Count again.
Usopp. Nami. Robin. Cook. Luffy.
Fuck. They couldn't-
No, they had to have left the battlefield. These guys were smallfry, even for the so called "weakling trio".
Zoro took a moment to focus on the enemy around him. He let off a tatsumaki before focusing again.
One at a time, Zoro. Come on.
Usopp.
Robin.
Sanji.
Zoro jerked, eyes wide and searching frantically.
"No, no no no no no. He can't have-" Luffy would never leave before the battle was done, not without making some kind of grand exit. He wouldn't leave without telling Zoro- telling anyone- about it.
He wouldn't up and disappear into thin air like that. Not unless-
Zoro shook his head roughly. They were fine, he just couldn't see them. It would be too much of a coincidence for them all to disappear like that. He just needed to count again, then regroup with Usopp, Robin, and the cook, and figure out what was going on.
Stay calm, Zoro. Losing your head won't find your friends.
So, again, Zoro breathed. And Zoro counted.
Usopp.
The only voice left, was Usopp.
Zoro wasted no time.
He sprinted as fast as he could, cutting down anyone in front of him almost as an after thought, as he bulldozed towards Usopp's voice.
He'd nearly made it too, when some dead man kicked his side hard enough to stop him in his tracks.
Zoro turned to him, a snarl on his face. "Get out of my way before I kill you."
"Huh?" The man sneered. "I should be saying the same thing, watch where you swing those swords, asshole."
Zoro was about to retort when he noticed Usopp's voice moving away from him. He didn't have time for this.
Without warning, Zoro moved to slice through his opponent and, to his surprise, the man blocked it with ease.
"You wanna go? Here and now?" the man growled. "I'll kick your fucking ass."
This man- Zoro has never met him before, but nonetheless felt he would need to pay him his full attention to have a chance at winning.
But Usopp was getting farther and farther-
Oh, Zoro could hit himself.
"USOPP!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, startling the man. "STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE, I'LL BE THERE SOON!"
Usopp didn't respond, but he stopped moving, and that was good enough for now.
"Hey!" The man yelled, pressing down on Zoro's swords. "Whatever you need him for can wait until after our battle's over. He's got his own problems to deal with."
Zoro didn't bother wasting his breath. He cut and slashed, throwing attack after attack without abandon. It didn't matter if he was wasting his energy, he needed to get to Usopp before- before-
The man, infuriatingly, blocked almost every blow, and got a few hits in on Zoro himself.
Zoro would get to Usopp, even if it killed-!
Suddenly, there was a crackle in the air and all at once, Zoro's nerves lit up with pure unfiltered pain.
He dropped to his knees, blurry vision wavering on black shoes. He couldn't feel his arms. Or his face. And his head was getting lighter and lighter.
Zoro's fading thoughts were prayers, to a god he didn't believe in, to keep his friend safe.
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"GYAHHH, ZORO'S GONNA KILL ME!"
"Nami-swan, a little help please?" Sanji said, voice uncharacteristically strained.
"If you're asking, how can I say no?" Nami said, smirking. "Get out of the way... now!" The moment Sanji pushed off Zoro's swords to hop away, she brought down her Thunderbolt Tempo on top of Zoro. He fell to his knees before crumbling to the ground, twitching.
"You could've knocked him out on your own though, why ask for my help?" Nami asked.
"Ah well, it seemed he had a couple screws loose and I didn't want to kill what little braincells were remaining." Nami nodded in understanding.
The two of them turned to Usopp as he inched his way closer. He carefully prodded Zoro's thigh with his boot. "He's really unconscious, right? Not gonna get up anytime soon?"
Nami shrugged. "It's always hard to tell with him. But don't worry," -she stood tall, holding out her Climatact- "I'll shock him as many times as necessary."
"That means I get to live another day, so you have the Usopp deal of approval." Usopp gave her a thumbs up.
"What'd you even do to get him so pissed at you, Usopp?" Nami asked.
"Nothing!" He paused and looked away. "Well, nothing recently."
"He wasn't just mad," Sanji said. "He looked..." Scared, Sanji wanted to say. But the word was so... simple. Too simple. And it didn't explain the desperation in his eye. The wet sheen. The way he hardly blinked.
The way he kept himself facing the direction Usopp was in, revealing his constant use of Haki.
This wasn't just Zoro scared. This was Zoro terrified.
And Sanji had never seen him terrified before.
"...off," Sanji settled on, furrowing his brow. "He looked off."
Nami and Usopp hummed in thought.
The three of them stared down at Zoro's prone body. An ominous dark puddle started growing under him.
The three of them sighed.
"I'll call Chopper-" Usopp felt a tug on his ankle. He looked down. Zoro's hand was holding his boot. "I thought you said he was unconscious!" he yelled, trying to break his grip unsuccessfully.
Sanji poked Zoro with his shoe. Zoro didn't move. "He's still unconscious, so you're gonna have to be his teddy bear."
"What?! No!" He gripped onto Sanji's shirt. "Sanji-kun pleaaaaase free me before my ankle's crushed in his sleep!"
Sanji rolled an eye. "You'll be fine."
"Then can you go get Chopper? Zoro's losing a lot of blood."
"The mosshead'll be fine too. Also," -Sanji pointed to Luffy and Chopper doing some kind of strange combo attack, with Chopper in Heavy Point using Luffy as a whip- "I don't wanna break up their fun."
"Sanji-kun," Nami piped up. "Go get Chopper, please."
"Of course, Nami-swan!" Sanji immediately ran off.
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The two of them quietly watched him go.
"Did you see what caused this?" Usopp asked.
Nami shook her head. "I know about as much as you do: Zoro suddenly taking out a big group at once and then charging towards you." She bit her lip. "I don't think he recognized Sanji."
Usopp sighed, squatting down to pull the bandana from green hair. He stared at the slackened face of his friend, hands tightening in dark fabric.
"What happened to you, Zoro?"
#one piece#roronoa zoro#nemo the writing ho#oh crap i think i accidentally started a multi-chapter when i meant o write a drabble aaaaa#the gist of this is. devil fruit or marine weapon or something. fucks with zoros head. so he thinks his crew has disappeared one by one#and its like. a subtle thing. which is why nobody notices until Zoros bulldozing toeards Usopp#tbh i have no clue where to go from here i just wanted to cause him some hurt#ack. this has not enough zoro pain#ah well. late night drabbles are. well. late night drabbles.#ohhh perhaps. perhaps even after this whole thing is resolved. zoro has hella trouble sleeping.#bc hes afraid he'll fall asleep and he eont be able to hear his friends voices anymore#so he takes as many night watches as possible. he doesnt take naps anymore. stays up even without having watch#all this just to obsessively check and recheck his Haki.#and then visit each and every one of them to confirm with his own eye that they were still here. still alive#haha yeah. itd probably take awhile to be comfortable enough to sleep again#maybe the only way he feels safe to do so at first is to be in a huge pile with his friends sleeping on or around him#oh fuck now im making myself hella sad#okay thats enough for tonight its bed time
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If you ask me who in the whole animanga is the most selfish character, without thinking twice, I'd immidiately say Luffy. In the end of every situation and decision, unless at times where it really can't be helped like the Going Merry and Usopp situation in Water 7 and without Zoro's intervention (he may be the only one that can keep Luffy on leash to a certain extent), it all really just lead back to his guts. He's impulsive as fuck and he doesn't like thinking that much. Every punch roots from his wants and emotions. I'm gonna punch you 'cause I wanna beat your ass to dust 'cause you did something I don't fucking like but I'll do it in a way you won't die that you have to live your whole life from this point on with your dreams crushed before your eyes forever. Why again? Oh, because you did something I don't like :/ ! Post-timeskip Luffy has kind of developed and improved somehow that side of his, he thinks a bit now, not thinking makes his loved people disappear, he thinks a little now. But pre-timeskip Luffy especially—boy's unhinged. I think the Netflix live action tried to show his selfishness amidst being this obvious sentimental dude through Nami's dialogues like "This is the real me, Luffy. This is just what you don't think and want me to be in your dang head." but I don't think that's not even Luffy's way of selfishness, you know? He doesn't really assume. Sometimes, he doesn't care what you think or what's going on, your lore and stuff. All he knows is that he wants you. "Evil" or not you are. Or whatever the hell. You're just Nami he met the very first episode and the ship's navigator. That kind of stuff, he definitely assumes. Your part in his life, but he'll never dictate your life or your own person. But say no and he'll give up. Nami practically said kys when they tried to pursue her, and maybe that wasn't the no Luffy needed to hear. He's got a good nose, is intuitive, stubborn, and impulsive. People would add "emotionally intellegent" in there but not me. That boy gets angry and one second you'll find yourself being gum gum no gatlinged. That boy gets happy and it's... just a mess. I think what people meant though is, he's extremely empathetic. So bad. Half of the time he was angry, it's on behalf of you. Half his punches, are your own fists. He's dumb, okay? But he feels SO MUCH he can see through everything. Like solving a mathematical equation, skipping the solutions, and just arriving to the final answer. You're sad—I don't know why and maybe I don't even wanna know why, I don't think it matters cos in the end—that doesn't sit right with me. The fact that you're sad. The bottom point. So I'm gonna do stuff about it.
I forgot why I wrote this, I just wanted to talk about Luffy help. But yeah. This is what I think about, my feelings about him which I can put into words.
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*pops in dying from laughter* hii, i read the one w/ sims music
Okay so my dead brain read it wrong.. cuz i did not see the first thing about the "consumerism simplified" so i though the characters coresponds with the text underneath.😅
Which led to some very interesting choices, and i hope you dont mind that i would share. 👉👈🥺
1) "those who look at you with dead eyes cuz --"
Did not even flinch at Ace, cuz did you saw his look when he is eating/almost asleep?? He has this dead, sleepy look in his eyes!
Did not have anything against Paulie being there.. and thought it was weird with Sanji, but hey.. maybe he was reaally not in the mood for that
2)" those sit infront of pc for hs"
First thought: Kidd, you stupid angry chilli I KNEW IT! Nerd!! (Or geek? Not sure which is the correct) Hell yea!! Now i can blackmail him!!
King the same as Kidd
Smoker - not suprised. Def can be used for blackmail material.
Law and X Drake - .. ha I KNEW IT! I KNEEEW IT!!! (Again. Blackmail material 😎👌)
3) "those who waggle their eyebrows"
I am sorry, how should i know i am reading this wrong when..
Franky, Usopp, Bartolomeo, Buggy and Luffy would definitely do that at some point imo!
4) "those who put their clothes on and leave"
First thought: ... That's it?! That's where you draw your line, Shanks?! Everything else is okay but DONT YOU DARE FUCK WITH THE SIMS SONG ON- ohh Nooo Shanks does not like that! .. *dies in astonshimwnt and cackles*
(Seriously.. best mistake EVER!)
And the rest of them was similar. The only I was having 0 thought on was Sabo.
(for the rest.. do you wanna hear more? i dont wanna... Share if it would bother you. )
i read all of those with tears in my eyes from laughing omg
the thought of Kidd just sitting in front of a tiny pc in his underwear and furiously clicking the mouse that barely fits in his hand to build his dream house is so funny to me ("why the fuck don't they have canons in this game, is there a mod for that? Killer? KILLER? CAN YOU SEARCH FOR A MOD FOR THAT?")
also Shanks just putting his clothes back on and disappearing for another 15 years probably, pls lmao
i'm so glad you bascially had double the fun with those, thank you so much for sharing! now i'm even more happy i typed those out on a whim last night (to the Sims soundtrack of course)
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Hiiii sweetie I love your Law writings so much! Oh this sounds like your others are bad, no I didn't mean to say that! I'm sure your others are good too, I just didn't read them yet because I'm Law obsessed lately. Anyways, could I request something? It's actually my first time to request something so I hope I did it right??? I'm sorry if I didn't. Coming back to the request, could you do something like Law x reader (preferably female but gn would be okay too though so everyone can relate!) being kinda close to each other and always teasing each other (she is a Strawhat member) and he is deeply in love with her but his heart breaks seeing her hugging a guy of her crew? Like he knows she's a cutiepie and loves hugging her friends but he just gets so jealous seeing her with Zoro or whoever and his mood changes and he distances himself from her, leaving her all confused because he thinks it's impossible for her to like him when it's so much more likely and also practical to date someone of her crew. But then she asks him about him being so weird and cold lately and he kind of let's everything out and confesses? I'm so sorry if this is too long or complicated, ignore it if that's the case! Sending lots of love to you from Germany! <3
Oh my freaking goodness you’re so sweet! I’m glad you enjoy all of my Law writings as much as I love writing for him! Don’t even worry, you don’t have to read my other’s if you don’t want to, if it’s just Law you wanna read the go right ahead! :) GERMANY?! I have people reading my works in GERMANY?! It always baffles me when I get asks that say they’re from another country because I forget that not everyone is going to live near me. Thank you for all the love all the way from Germany! ❤️
Warnings: None, other than some swearing here and there, not proofread in the slightest.
****Law x Strawhat!Reader
He hated it. There was nothing more that Law hated right now was seeing you draped over Zoro’s back while you watched something over his shoulder. He was stupid to think that you wouldn’t have a close relationship with them, of course you would. Law could only grit his teeth and endure it. It wasn’t like the two of you were in a relationship, he couldn’t tell you to stop.
Law actually could think of something he hated more. It was the fact that Zoro didn’t seem to mind, not in the slightest. It was like this was a daily occurrence for him and it was something he was used to. Part of him wanted to see the marimo push you off and act annoyed. But something told him that even then, you wouldn’t care and would simply do it again.
“Hey Law! Come look at what Usopp made-!” you slid off of Zoro’s back and turned around with a smile, hoping to see the other swordsman you had seen just a moment ago. Your sweet smile turned into a frown, then a pout when you realized he wasn’t there anymore. ‘Where did he go?’ You thought to yourself as you looked around the deck.
You knew that the other captain was a bit more reclusive than you’d like since you enjoyed being around him and it never seemed like he wanted to be around the rest of the crew-probably because most of the crew was so boisturious and loud and Law was, well...the opposite of boisturious and loud.
It didn’t take you long to find him. “You left us!” you say to him, playfully feigning like you were upset as you crossed your arms. “How rude!”
“And for a reason.” he simply responded back, not even looking at you while he did.
“Sorry, were we being too loud?” you chuckled and smiled. “You’re gonna have to get used to that on this ship while you’re here with us.”
Am I going to have to get used to seeing you all over your crew as well? Law kept his thoughts to himself while he opted not to give you another response.
“Um...I’ll just…” you pointed back to Zoro and the others, leaving him to be by himself since that’s what you thought he wanted. It was the opposite. He wanted to be around you, but he just couldn’t stand seeing you so close to them as well. As much as he wished that was him, he’d never say it aloud.
It was something that you had been noticing the past few days. The two of you got along great when you were on Punk Hazard together, so what was different now? You felt more comfortable since you were on your own ship and maybe that was it. There weren't any battles happening and everyone was quite lax...so shouldn’t it be the opposite? Shouldn’t he be more relaxed now that he knew he was safe? Or was that even it? You weren’t sure.
It took you a few days to finally approach him about it. You noticed that every time you he was around you and then when you went over to your crew mates, he’d be gone before you even turned back around.
The crew was inside eating and Law had finished first, opting to go outside in the quiet after he was done. You soon followed after you were done and left the loud dining room to find him. It wasn’t difficult since there was only a limited area outside on the deck.
“Don’t like how loud it is in there?” you chuckled as you walked up to the railing next to him. “I’m not sure how long you’ll stay with us, but you get used to it, you actually tend to enjoy it after a while and when it’s quiet, you feel a little weird.”
“I don’t think I’ll be getting used to Mugiwara-ya anytime soon and I don’t know how you deal with…” Luffy’s loud shriek was heard in the distance and Law’s face scrunched up, “that.”
You only laugh at the other captain, “I take it your crew isn’t like this then?”
He rolled his eyes and almost cringed at the thought. “No. They are. I just choose to ignore it most of the time.”
“And does that work?”
He answered almost immediately, “Never.”
You laughed again and Law felt like his breath almost caught in his throat. It was something he would be able to listen to over and over again and never get sick of-unlike your captain.
“I wanted to ask you something too…” your fingers tapped the railing and traced the design of the wood. “Are you okay? Or did I do something wrong? I thought we were getting along really well and lately it feels like you’ve been more distant for some reason. I just...I like talking to you and I thought you did too. We’ll be in the middle of a conversation and I’ll turn to talk to someone and then when I turn back to talk to you again, you’re gone. But maybe I just misinterpreted it and you didn’t want to talk to me in the first place.” you let out an almost pitiful sounding laugh, along with a sad smile.
Fuck...That wasn’t the reason in the slightest and he hated that he made you think that it was your fault he was just a little jealous of your crew mates that you live with.
“No.. that’s not it…” he sighed to himself, feeling guilty that he had made you feel that way. He was fighting with himself internally. Do I say something to them or not? He knew that there wouldn’t be much of a relationship since the two of you were on separate crews. Pair that with the fact that he doesn’t even know if he’ll survive this attack on Doflamingo.
Law wouldn’t want to get your hopes up about anything if you felt the same way about him. At the same time, this could possibly be one of his only chances to tell you how he felt. All he could think about was embarrassing himself. From the first time he saw you on Sabaody, he knew that there was something about you because of the way you never left his mind since then.
It was a stroke of luck that you managed to see him again on Punk Hazard. Since you were relatively new to the crew at that time, you still hadn’t bonded with anyone in particular so he never saw you acting like you do now with them.
You raised your brow in an attempt to get him to continue with what he was trying to say. “Then what is it?” you ask him slowly. “If you don’t want to say anything, that’s fine I guess. As long as I’m not doing anything to make you mad or hate me.”
“I’m not mad at you. I don’t hate you either.” he paused for a moment, gritting his teeth together. Law couldn’t believe that he was even doing this to himself. “Quite the opposite actually…”
Your brow raised again in slight confusion. “Oh?” you hesitated, the thought registering in your head about what he meant. You knew he wasn’t exactly the person who would let his feelings gush out. A small smile slipped out and you tried your best not to smirk.. “Ooh~ I see.” you drug your words out slowly.
As Law went to open his mouth, whether to object to what you were saying-even though he wasn’t-or let you know that you were right, he didn’t get to say anything before your Captain burst onto the deck.
“Y/N-chaaan!!! Come play with us!!” and you couldn’t even object or tell Luffy that you would be there in a minute when a long arm stretched out to grab you. It wrapped around your waist and you before it was able to yank you away from Law, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and planted your lips firmly on his.
“I’m glad you don’t hate me~” you grin as you pull away, not because you want to but because you’re being forced away by Luffy.
Law could feel his cheeks heat up from the sudden kiss and all he wanted to do was grab his hat and pull it over his face. But then he would’ve missed seeing your smile as you notice just how flustered you made him. He wouldn’t mind being a little embarrassed if he gets to see your smile every time.
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Hello!! I was just wondering if you could write one where reader gets stared at by creepy men? I was going for a walk and this old man was staring at me and being creepy. Anyway zoro and law are my comfort characters so I would appreciate it if you could do those characters. Sorry this ask is long but just wanna say I love your writing! 🥰
Reacting to s/o being stalked from a creep [Zoro, Law]
[Yes of course! They're my comfort characters as well, I love writting for them, especially when they get protective...god i have a weak spot for strong men being protective over the person they desire hnnggg god help me. Ah, anway I gotta stop simping. I dearly hope you enjoy ♥ - Zosin]
- ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: One Piece
- ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Roronoa Zoro, Trafalgar Law
- ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: headcanon, protective, violence, slight fluff, boys being on altert
- Zoro usually made sure to be around you whenever you set foot on land, but it was hard with his sense of direction. He sadly got lost, and lost sight of you as well. After running around in circles, he finally spotted you again...and someone who has oddly close to you.
- All of his senses sharpened the moment his gut feeling told him there was something off. Even more the fact that it was you who stuck in that situation. He was more protective over you than anyone else in the crew, and it clearly showed.
- Zoro followed the guy around who kept walking behind you, and observed him for a moment. Zoro gave him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was just going the same direction as you were? He didn't want to scare an innocent soul. Yet the moment Zoro felt like this creep was obviously stalking you, he snapped.
- Within seconds he grabbed the other man by his collar and pulled him into the next dark alley. His sword was pulled and pressed against his throat, Zoro knew no mercy. His whole aura was threatening, like a wild animal ready to kill. "Who the fuck are you and why are you following them?"
- You really didn't notice anyone of this. And whatever Zoro did to that man in the alley, stayed hidden in the alley. Later the day when you told Usopp about this weird feeling that someone was following you around and how glad you were when it seemed to go away, Zoro smiled silently to himself. He wouldn't tell you, it wasn't necessary. You being safe was more important.
[Click here to read more about Zoro!]
- He generally is a quite observant person, no matter the situation. Just something being slightly off the norm would make him more attentive of his surroundings. Even in such a peaceful place like the cities' library, to which you accompanied him.
- You two had separated to go into different aisles with your desired genre of books. Law lost sight of you at some point. However, he didn't have to see you, to tell where you were. He knew the sound of your steps...and whenever you walked, someone else seemed to move as well...into the same direction.
- Law carefully put the book back which he was just holding, and followed the sound as quietly as he could. He could see your form through some empty spots in the bookshelves as well as another form standing a few feet further away. Observing the situation, this creep was clearly following you for whatever reason.
- He waited for you to move away. Before your stalker could go after you, Law had grabbed him from behind. His lower arm was locked around his throat holding him in an iron grip, while he pressed his other hand against his mouth to muffle any sounds. There was no escape for him and the aura Law gave off was deadly. "You better leave this place before I break your neck."
- Law let go and watched the creep stumble out of the library with pure fear written on his face. After he was gone, Law searched for you and accompanied you as if nothing happened. You noticed him standing closer to you than usual but didn't question it. At least that weird feeling of someone following you was gone now.
[Click here to read more about Law!]
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hello sashi-ya!! may I pls request a modern nsfw scenario where law and fem reader are friends with benefits and medical students, they are studying together (just the two of them) and something happens😏
Hi darling!! Of course! I included some technical terms hahaha I hope you don't mind!. Enjoy this scenario with our grumpy doctor ♥.
Thanks for requesting!! 💖 ~
NSFW ~ Trafalgar D. Water Law x F! Reader ~ Study Session
TW: Nsfw. Explicit. Oral sex. Fingering. Vaginal sex. Getting caught. Medical terms.
WC: 1.1K
���So, the superior mesenteric artery arises from the abdominal aorta, right?” you ask Law, while scanning Yokochi’s Color Atlas of Anatomy. “Yeah, under the origin of the celiac trunk…” he answers.
“Damn nerd, there is nothing you don’t know, right? you watch him, and take a sip of your iced coffee, making annoying sounds he hates. You are done with studying, you are bored. Your roomies have left the place and won’t get back until tomorrow -probably wasted from alcohol-. But Law (your friend with benefits) and you have stayed home because a big test is coming up in a week, so you have to study. But then again, you are bored as hell.
“Stop making those sounds, it gets on my nerves” he protests. “Ahh fine, fine… Why don’t you tell me something about the Dorsal Vein of the Penis, huh?” you tease him, arching your eyebrows acting all sexy -and cringey-. “What do you wanna know about it? Where it drains? The internal pudendal vein, you dummy” he says, like a smartass.
“You kidding me, right?”. Your annoyed face communicates Law you were asking jokingly. “Oh…” he says. Law might be all passionate and kinky when fucking, but he does not catch any hint when he is focus on studying. “No, I wasn’t asking where it drains Law. But, considering you know too much, why don’t you show me where it is located, huh?”. He immediately, acting like the nerd he is, stretches over the table to snatch your anatomy atlas, but you take it away. “Oh no, no. I want the true anatomy model…” Of course you know where that vein is located, you know it really well…
“Are you… I mean, you want me to?” he asks, all serious. “Uhum, show me” you say, repressing your laugh. “Fine, you know it drains the gland tissue. In my case it is not that notorious, because it’s located under subcutaneous tissue” he says while lowering the zipper of his jeans. A giggle escapes your mouth, how is he not realizing you don’t really give a shit about anatomy right now?...
He takes out his member, hard as hell. Law holds it with his hand and approaches you. “See… it should be right here…” he says. You open your mouth, you are dumbfounded. Sure you have fucked before, but why is he acting so natural?
“Why don’t you come closer and suck the hell out my dick so you can see the damn vein (Name)-ya?” he suddenly says, jerking up and down his shaft. “You son of a bitch…” you tell him, laughing out loud. He was playing along the whole time.
Right there, in the middle of the living room you kneel down and start choking with his delicious sex. The salty taste of the precum, how his tip sometimes hits your uvula making you gag, making him grunt. “Did you find the damn vein already?” he asks, smirking sexily. “Mhh... no…” you say, muffled by the dick on your mouth. “Keep sucking then, you might find it…” he laughs, and you carve your nails on his strong hips.
“Stand up, let me study some gyno with you” he says, and helps you stand up. Law turns you around, making you bend over the table -and the books-. Your -friend- quickly takes your jeans down, sliding your panties down too. Yet, the black lace remains at the height of your knees, making your legs be pressed together.
“So wet…” he says, while playing all over your labia with the juices of your arousal. Up and down, from your clit to your entrance. Your face pressed against the anatomy book Chopper lent you. Book that would probably end up at least a little bit scratched by the time he ends up with you.
“Let me make you a takt, ok?” he whispers in your ear. “Sure, doc” you say, biting your lip. His inked middle finger goes in, he twists his wrist making you moan. He does it so good… he knows exactly where to touch for sure, the advantages of fucking with a medicine nerd.
Another finger inside, and this time, with beckoning motion, he fingers you up and down, violently, hitting your G spot. Your belly pressed against the table makes everything better. Law’s hand and forearm getting wet by your squirting fluids. “Such a good patient you are” he says, while pulling your head back from your hair, as you come. Biting your lip, you look at him so satisfied, and he does it with a lascivious smile… fucking sex god.
“Oh, I think there is a way for you to find the said vein, (Name)-ya” he says, and you try to remember what vein he is talking about. “Oh… the dorsal one?” you ask, while your breathing gets back to normal. Law has you still pinned against the table -and the books- with his hand on your back. “Uhum, you may be lucky and feel it while I’m pumping inside you” he says, and soon you feel the tip of his dick slowly entering into you.
“Damn it, nerd” you say as he is now deep inside you, stretching your twitching walls. The way your knees are pressed together by your panties, makes your cave extra tight. The way his dick feels, trying to force its way into your walls. So good for you, so good for him.
“Ugh babe, so tight for me…” he moans as he fucks you so good. His hips doing magic in and out, around, deep so deep.
But let’s be honest, who would fuck in the middle of the living room of a house that is not only yours? Probably only you…
“Name!!”, “Law!!”. “I KNEW IT, Usopp you owe me a hundred…”, “Torao what are you doing?”. “Fucking grumpy emo, how are you fucking her??!”, “Where is the booze guys?”. “Ah, so you do this instead of studying! My books!!” “Hahaha”, “SUUUUUUUPER hentaaai”. “Yohohoho Torao-San!”
All of your friends are of course looking at you getting fucked, messed over Chopper’s books. Law’s grey eyes widen, you immerse into the book pages to hide your face. Law stops fucking you, but he doesn’t move. He is frozen, you are too.
“Come on guys, let the love birds finish what they’ve started, please” says Nami, pushing everyone out of the room. “We came here to make you some company instead of partying, Torao!!” says Luffy, trying to understand what the fuck was happening. “Come on, Luffy…”
“Well, at least, did you find the damn vein?” Law asks you.
“Not yet, let me continue looking for it in my room…” You tell him, while pulling from his shirt to follow you upstairs… ♥ ~
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Can I get a uhhhhhhhh... Zoro somnophillia senario please?
TW: alcohol, dub/noncon, somnophilia
He never really knew how to hold back, but this was especially true when he'd been drinking all night. So, when he and ____ were spending another night onboard the Sunny, sharing a bottle or two of sake, it was no surprise that he was extra handsy as the two of them laughed and stumbled across the outer deck.
"Wooaah, shit, walking's hard," ____ slurred, giggling as they held onto Zoro's shoulder (and felt his hand brush their hip underneath their shirt). "When'd the ocean get so...moving-around-so-much?"
Zoro snorted and guided them to where he enjoyed sleeping off his buzz on the deck, and grabbed a blanket he'd left nearby for the two of them to share. "Here, here, just sit down and we can just stay on the ground for a bit. Better than you fallin' on your way back to your bed." He rolled over onto his back and folded his hands underneath his head, staring up at the sky. "You get a better view, too."
____ yawned and settled underneath the blanket, absentmindedly resting their hand near Zoro's chest. The feeling of their fingertips brushing against his skin made him shiver, and ____ moved closer to try and keep him warm. "Mmm, sounds nice," they muttered. "Try not to drool on me though, alright? I've seen how you slobber when you take a nap. Hehehe..." The two of them were silent for a while, and the gentle sound of waves lapping against the ship quickly lulled ____ to sleep.
The feeling of their body so close to Zoro had instantly evaporated any chance he had of being able to sleep. They were just so warm and soft...He turned his head to see if they were still awake, and he smiled gently when he saw their closed eyes and slightly parted lips. His thoughts wandered in a tipsy haze; did they always look like this when they slept alone? Did they ever have any dreams about him the way he did about them, making them wake up with a warmth between their legs? ...if he kissed them right now, would they taste like sake?
He stared at them for a while, wondering what to do. Normally he would've just slept off the booze and saved those thoughts for when he could work them out in the crow's nest through training or fucking his hand until they were gone. But they were so close, so warm. They were right next to him, and he could feel their hand still touch his chest.
".....Fuck it."
Zoro moved under the blanket and looked down at ____'s sleeping face. Before he knew it, he was tilting their cheek up so he could slip his tongue inside of their velvety mouth. It only faintly tasted like sake, but he certainly wasn't complaining when it was this sweet. He pulled his head back and immediately felt his cock harden against their thighs.
Even with as drunk as he was, he knew better than to try spreading their legs and fucking them like this. They could wake up, he could hurt them just going in dry, he might accidentally cum inside (lord knows once he entered those warm tight walls, he wouldn't be able to think about anything other than fucking ____ senseless). Still, he'd been wanting to do this with them for so long. He'd always held back just because of how it'd complicate things on the ship.. They were crewmates, nakama, and he figured that throwing sex into that would make things too weird: Sanji would definitely make a big deal about it, Nami and Usopp would joke about how he finally had something he cared about more than swords and sake, and as much as he liked Franky, he could definitely so without any "SUPERRRR" advice on how to treat ____ right. He also didn't want to make it seem like he preferred them more than any of the others, and that they could ALL still depend on him in a fight even if ____ was in danger as well. But now that he was finally here, he wanted to make the most of this.
He moved his head lower to kiss ____'s neck and used his hands to gently squeeze their thighs closer together while rutting against them. The bulge in his pants grew and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead as he sloppily kissed their neck and collarbone. ____ sighed and shifted in their sleep, pressing their thighs briefly around whatever warm, pleasurable thing was making them feel so nice. Zoro groaned softly and hastily shoved his pants down to his knees, eager to feel them without any barriers. The cold nighttime air and the sudden softness of ____'s bare skin against his cock made him shiver. A shiny layer of precum marked ____'s thighs and Zoro quickly guided himself back in between them, going back to taste their mouth again while he humped their sleeping body.
He took their little gasps and murmurs as they dreamt as a sign that he was doing something right, and after a while he felt them unconsciously start to rub against him as they chased their own high. "Fuck," he whispered through gritted teeth. He increased his speed and tightly gripped the bedsheet as he kept himself from moaning loudly enough to wake ____ up. "God, I wanna...Fuck, fuck…"
He imagined himself pinning them to the wall in the crow's nest and hearing them make those noises as he tore off their clothes, not caring who heard the two of them go at it. Spreading their legs as far apart as they could go and burying himself up to the hilt inside of them while they begged for more, faster, rougher. He'd do it, he'd fuck them so well and he knew they'd love it, and encourage him to not care if it made things weird for everyone else on the crew. It didn't matter, all they'd want is to taste him and feel his arms around them as he made them cum so hard they'd need to be carried back to their room.
The sound of his earrings jangling furiously as he fucked ____ thighs; the slight rhythmic squeak of one of the slats of wood underneath their body; the moan of their name and the sharp gasp he let out as he came, biting his own tongue as he covered them with white and rode out his high; all of it was covered by the sound of the waves around them and the wind flapping against the sails. Nobody but Zoro heard it all, and underneath the lingering hangover and the nauseous guilt in his stomach, he hoped that someday he could hear it again with ____ underneath them like this.
He pulled his pants back up and hastily wiped his cum off of their thighs with a corner of the blanket before climbing back underneath. ____ seemed to have not stirred at all, and the weight on his chest lightened just a bit when he saw her smiling in her sleep. Whether or not they were awake next time he did this, he'd make sure they smiled like that again.
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we slept on the ocean last night
(My gift for @cozza for the @setsailexchange! Strawhat feel-good fluff, feat. nightmares, love, and platonic intimacy. Also on ao3 here!)
It starts like this: Luffy can’t sleep alone.
Zoro discovers this about six hours after they set out to sea from Shells Town, just the two of them in Luffy’s little dinghy and no destination to speak of. The sun has sunk past the horizon, and the water all around their tiny boat is pitch black, scattered with the shimmering reflections of stars.
Luffy yawns, stretching his jaw open wider than a human’s should rightly be able to go (and maybe the rubber thing still freaks Zoro out just a little bit, okay, he’s working on it) and then, without a word of warning, crawls over to where Zoro’s sitting and drops bonelessly into his lap, sprawling against his chest with his head pillowed over Zoro’s heart.
Zoro goes tense immediately, only barely resisting the instinct to shove him away immediately; in a boat this size, that would definitely send Luffy over the edge, and his new dumbshit captain can’t swim. “What. Are you doing.”
Luffy yawns again, and snuggles closer. “Mm. Sleepin’.”
“Okay,” Zoro says, with what he decides is a truly admirable degree of forced calm. “Why on me.”
“Comfy,” Luffy mumbles into his shirt. “‘nd warm.”
“Well, get off,” Zoro says, and then, when there’s absolutely no response, “Luffy? Hey-”
He looks down at Luffy’s face, already slack with sleep and dead to the world, and the rest of the sentence dissolves into a sigh. “...Nevermind.”
Because- see, Zoro’s not a touchy kind of person. It’s probably been more than a year since he was last hugged, and even that was just because Johnny tended to get kind of over-affectionate when he was drunk. Sometimes he shakes hands when handing over a captured pirate for the bounty, and that’s about it. And that’s fine.
Luffy’s whole weight is on top of him, warm and heavy and snoring softly against his chest, and Zoro’s pretty sure he can’t even remember the last time he was in this much contact with another person for this long. Luffy’s hair is unwashed and salt-encrusted, and it tickles his chin.
But. Well. It’s not bad. It’s definitely weird, and something about it makes Zoro feel oddly warm, but it’s not bad. So he just sighs again, and leans back to look up at the stars, and absently reaches up to rest an arm around Luffy’s shoulders.
He falls asleep a lot faster than usual, that night.
-
It goes like this: Nami has nightmares.
She’s good at hiding them. Her sobs are nearly silent, muffled into her pillow and rendered all but inaudible by the doors between her room and the boys’. But Usopp is nothing if not observant- and besides, he doesn’t sleep all that well either. When he closes his eyes he’ll see his mother’s face, too still and too pale with a cloth draped over her kind, sightless eyes. More recently, there have been fresher terrors filling up the inside of his head when he tries to sleep; chief among them Kaya, carved to pieces by Kuro’s claws.
The point is this- when Nami slips out of her room in the middle of the night, her breaths uneven and stuttery from crying, and pads almost soundlessly up to the deck on unsteady feet, Usopp is already awake. He lies still for a minute or two, worrying his lower lip and deliberating on whether to follow her. It’s obvious she’s trying to keep to herself. If it’s something secret, he doesn’t want to bother her. It’s not like he knows that much about her, or about any of them, really.
But at the same time- they’re crew now, right? Even if they’re only been sailing together for a few days. And crew look after each other. Usopp might not have much experience with being a pirate yet, but he has spent years crying into his pillow, so that makes him qualified to deal with this, maybe. He cautiously maneuvers his way out from under Luffy’s arm and tiptoes to the door, careful not to wake his other two crewmates up.
He finds her at the bow, sitting with her back against the railing and her head resting on her knees, shoulders shaking. She startles a little when he steps up onto the deck, jerking her head up and glaring over at him, but her shoulders slump again after a moment.
After another moment of indecision, he sits down next to her. He’s never been good at staying quiet- his mouth has a tendency to open up on its own whenever he’s nervous- but he manages it this time, and just sits there with his arm pressed against hers as she cries.
Once she’s worked herself down to what seems like relative calm again, he offers, “Do you, um. Wanna… talk about it?”
“No,” she says immediately, and then, quieter, “I… no. It’s fine. There’s nothing to talk about.”
It’s one of the most blatant lies he’s ever heard, and he’s been responsible for some real whoppers, but he’d be a hypocrite to point it out. Instead, he says, “Okay, um… do you wanna hear about the time a giant eagle carried me away to its nest, and I had to climb all the way down a tree that was so tall it touched the clouds?”
Nami chokes on a laugh, and it’s an ugly, wet sound, half a sob, but she leans her head against his shoulder, all the remaining tension running out of her body. “Y’know what? Sure. Tell me.”
Usopp’s just reached the part of the story where he finds a whole village of people living in the tree’s roots when he realizes she’s fallen asleep, and he trails off. The ends of her short orange hair poke at his skin, and her cheek is pillowed against his shoulder.
He guesses he’s not moving for the rest of the night, so he carefully wraps an arm around her narrow shoulders and lets his head tip against hers, and closes his eyes.
For once, he doesn’t have any nightmares.
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It goes like this: Sanji doesn’t sleep.
“Oi, dumbass,” Zoro says, leaning against the kitchen doorframe and folding his arms across his chest. “Why are you still awake?”
It’s well into the dead silent hours of night, and even varying as bedtime tends to be on the Going Merry, everyone else is already long since asleep, aside from Usopp, on the lookout in the crow’s nest. It had been a long and tiring day, and most of them had hit the sack immediately after dinner- except for Sanji, who’s still mindlessly moving around the kitchen, like he’s killing time until daybreak.
It’s a measure of how exhausted Sanji must be that he barely even bristles at the insult, only blinks a little and glances over at Zoro. Even with his stupid bangs hiding his face, the sleeplessness is still plain to see in his visible eye. “Hm?” He blinks again, then says, “Oh. It’s you.”
“Why are you still awake?” Zoro asks again, because he still hasn’t got an answer.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Sanji says, and it’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth, either. “So I came up here to…” he trails off, makes a vague gesture at the pot bubbling on the stove. “It’s fine. I’m not even tired. I’m used to waking up early, for the breakfast crowd, so.”
There’s a lot of retorts hovering on Zoro’s tongue, but he bites them all back and just says, “Fuck that,” and reaches out and grabs Sanji by the wrist and drags him out of the kitchen without a backwards glance.
“Jackass, what are you- let go of me- what the fuck, I said I’m fine- at least let me turn off the stove-” (Zoro does grant that one. Wouldn’t do for the kitchen to burn down.)
He’s probably lucky Sanji is so out of it, he muses as he hauls the cook belowdecks to the sleeping quarters- if not, he probably would have taken at least one bone-shattering kick to the skull by now. But then again, if Sanji wasn’t dead on his feet (and wasn’t a fucking idiot), Zoro wouldn’t be having to do this in the first place. They’ve just entered the most dangerous sea in the world. They need to get their sleep when they can get it so they’ll be ready for trouble when it comes.
As usual, the shared bedroom is piled with pillows and slightly ragged blankets, transforming it into a comfortable little nest. Luffy is sleeping half-propped up against one of the walls, Nami napping with her head on his lap, and Sanji’s cursing goes quiet so as to not wake her up as soon as Zoro tows him inside, which Zoro is grateful for. It was starting to get kind of repetitive.
He drops Sanji down directly next to Luffy, half on top of him, and nods to himself when a rubber arm almost immediately tightens around the cook’s chest, gently but firmly trapping him in place, and the captain snuggles up against Sanji’s side in his sleep.
Sanji glares up at him and hisses, “I hate you,” or tries to, but he interrupts himself in the middle of the sentence with a yawn, which diminishes the impact considerably.
“Yeah, yeah.” Zoro rolls his eyes and then drops down on Sanji’s other side, letting his head flop onto Sanji’s shoulder and letting his eyes slide shut. “Just go to sleep.”
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It goes like this: Robin doesn’t touch people.
It takes a couple days for Chopper to notice, because she does tickle his sides and ruffle his ears, but… she only ever does that with the false hands she creates with her devil fruit, the ones that dissolve into cherry blossoms that tickle his nose. She keeps her real hands close, only touches out of necessity, never when she doesn’t need to, and even then it’s always fleeting.
And she sleeps apart from everyone else, too.
Theoretically, Chopper knows, there’s a boys’ room and a girls’ room. In practice, though, there’s really one room for everybody, and another room where Robin sleeps and Nami changes and keeps her things.
(He asks Zoro, one of the first nights, why Nami often doesn’t sleep in the girls’ room, why the crew instead sleeps all piled up and tangled together when he hasn’t ever heard of humans doing that before. Zoro just shrugs in response. “It’s a comfort,” he says simply. “Won’t air out secrets that aren’t mine, but people don’t become pirates just for fun. Most of us have trouble sleeping.”)
Chopper finds Zoro is right. He likes sleeping together with the others. It’s just easier, when he’s got Luffy’s fingers tangled in his fur and Usopp’s head pillowed on his side, to stop the Doctor’s last words from echoing in his head.
(Luffy also declares him the second-best pillow on the crew, after only Zoro, which absolutely doesn’t make him happy at all.)
It happens just after Skypiea, when they’re all still just beginning to recover, sheltered in the sky while they heal from the battle against the mad god. Robin easily concedes when Chopper asks her to come to the sickbay so he can check for lasting damage from the lightning bolt, and lies down on the cot to let him check her ears, her eyes, her heartbeat.
He’s finished his checkup (no apparent lasting problems, miraculously) and is noting down her baselines in his notebook for future reference when he glances up and realizes she’s slipped into slumber, her eyes closed and her breaths slow. It’s not a surprise; they’re all exhausted.
But… maybe it’s because Chopper still doesn’t have that much real experience with humans, but he can’t help but think the way Robin is sleeping doesn’t look all that restful. She’s kind of curled up, her arms folded up against her chest, fingers digging into her forearms tight enough to bruise.
Zoro’s voice rings in his ears. It’s a comfort. People don’t become pirates just for fun.
He slips down from his stool and shifts into his full reindeer form, and carefully climbs up onto the narrow cot beside her, folding his legs up underneath him and letting his side press against her back. He can feel the miniscule trembles running through her body, tight with tension.
He rests his head on the pillow next to hers and closes his eyes, and slowly, slowly, she stills, relaxing into his side, her tremors calming little by little.
He thinks he hears her murmur something that might be, “Thank you, Doctor-san,” just before he drifts off to sleep, too.
-
It goes like this: It’s a comfort.
They’re all hurting after Enies Lobby, all aching and grieving and above all tired, a bone-deep weariness borne of running and fighting and crying and nearly dying over and over again. They can barely stay on their feet for the boat ride back to Water Seven. Robin can’t seem to stop smiling, even through the painful abrasions around her wrists and the tear tracks drying on her cheeks and the ache that digs down to her bones.
Iceberg gives them a whole suite of rooms to use in Galley-La’s temporary headquarters, all comfortable, all with their own big soft beds to sleep in. He means well, she’s certain, but he just doesn’t know how the Strawhat Pirates do things. But, then, there’s nobody else who does things quite like them.
Iceberg is barely out the door before Robin is folding her arms across her chest, ferrying mattresses and bedding and pillows and comforters into the main lounge, gathering them into a piled-up nest of comfort. The shared bedroom on the Going Merry had been outfitted much the same, she remembers, and the warmth of familiarity is the least she can offer them after all they’ve given her.
(Later, Franky will see this, and make a bed big enough to hold all of them, soft and comfortable and warm; but for now, they’re all safe and all alive, and so pillows on the floor are plenty.)
They don’t lie down so much as they all fall together at once in a tangle of limbs and pillows, now that the adrenaline has long since faded away, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. Robin finds herself with her head on Nami’s chest and one of Luffy’s arms slung across her shoulders, and Chopper cuddled against her stomach.
It shouldn’t be as easy as it is to melt into the embrace, to let go of the constant vigilant caution that’s kept her alive for so long, but she trusts these people, like she’s never trusted anyone in her life. She was ready to die for them, and they responded by telling her to live for them instead, and remembering that fills her heart with such soft fondness it nearly hurts.
But they’re not quite all together. Not yet.
She shifts to cross her arms again, careful not to disturb any of the crewmates already fast asleep around and on top of her, and lets an arm blossom from a doorframe in the hall outside to catch Usopp by the collar before he can slip away. She hears his yelp of surprise from just outside the door, quickly muffled, and smiles to herself.
A moment later, he peers inside, hiding behind the mostly-closed door. She meets his eyes and smiles with all the gratitude she can’t begin to put into words, and nods towards an unused mattress and pillow at her side. He hesitates for a moment, clearly uncertain, caught between anxiety and hope, so she takes his hand in a succession of hers and tugs him over. He stumbles, but doesn’t resist, and she can see the exhaustion in him when he practically topples over onto the mattress.
Within minutes, he’s asleep too, face buried in the pillow, snoring softly, one warm hand still clasped in Robin’s. She knows he still has things to work out with Luffy, with the rest of the crew, and there’ll be time for that later. Right now, though, they’re alive, and she’s free, and it’s time to rest.
She falls asleep smiling for the first time in years.
-
It goes like this: Luffy can’t sleep alone.
So Rusukaina is… it’s hard. He’s not alone, Rayleigh’s there, and sometimes Hancock and the others visit and let him hug them as long as he wants, and that’s nice, but it’s not the same, not really. He misses his crew, misses Zoro’s solid warmth and the fluffy cushion of Usopp’s hair and the fleecy softness of Chopper’s fur and Robin’s low, rhythmic breathing.
(He’s never slept better than when he was seven, piled together with Ace and Sabo and some ratty stolen blankets on the rough-hewn floor of their treehouse, with the crickets singing outside and the stars shining bright through the window.)
(But now there’s no Ace and Sabo, not ever again, and no crew to keep him warm and chase away the nightmares in their absence, and so he doesn’t sleep well.)
He fights through it, because that’s what he always does, what he’s always done- press through. He has to get stronger for the people he has left.
Going back to the Sunny is nothing less than going home.
When night comes, they’re deep underwater, en route to Fishman Island, the sunlit waters of the surface long since gone. Past the railings of the Sunny, the world is nearly pitch black, lit only by the occasional bioluminescent creature wriggling past.
Luffy couldn’t care less, because right here and right now, the Sunny is the world, and nothing past their bubble of light and warmth and safety matters at all. He grins, and throws his arms out to drag his whole crew together into a messy pile in the middle of the deck- Sanji swears and Chopper shrieks and so does Nami, but not one of them tries to dodge- before flopping into the midst of the chaos himself.
He winds up sprawled half on Brook and half on Sanji, who complains but doesn’t kick him off, his head on Robin’s thigh and his arms tangled through all of them, holding on tight to every member of his crew, the most important treasures in the world, the touch promising him they’re there, really there.
He’s not letting go of any of them, not again, not ever.
He’s reaching the crown with all of them or not at all.
Someone runs a hand through his hair, and it feels nice. Someone says, “Get some sleep, captain. We’ll be here when you wake up.”
He knows they will be.
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i. arlong park
It does not take long for Sanji to learn that Zoro is a man who does not do things in halves.
He watches in fascination as Zoro faces Mihawk without a single moment’s of hesitation — cut in half, bleeding all over the deck, but his sword stays true still. Zoro dreams, not of being a great swordsman, but of being the greatest; either you are, or you are not.
Sanji can understand that. It is not quite different from his own, if you look at it in the right ways — you either believe in the All Blue, or you don’t. It either exists, or it doesn’t. You can’t bargain with faith.
But Sanji isn’t the same kid with the iron mask all those years ago who had nothing to lose; he has Zeff now, and a debt as heavy as a lost limb that he could never even begin to repay. He knows how much a dream can cost. He knows how much love — true love, the kind with complete and utter devotion — can cost.
Cocoyashi Village is in celebration, and Sanji finds himself tucked into a corner of the party together with Zoro, somehow untouched by the cacophony. They’re still sizing each other up, barely knowing one another past a fight and a promise to a captain. But Zoro has trusted him easily in that very fight, and right now there’s a spark in the air between them, something not entirely different from attraction .
Zoro takes a large gulp from his bottle and gestures back at the ship. “You coming?”
This could be something , Sanji thinks. Wants to try, if he’s being honest.
But Zoro is a man who does not do things in halves — he is not a man who tries . If Sanji takes the leap, this is it — they either are, or they aren’t. And if they aren’t — Sanji isn’t sure a crew as small and as tight-knitted as the Straw Hats can handle a break up, especially so early on in their journey.
(Sanji isn’t sure a heart as weak as his can handle a break up).
“I’ll catch up later,” he shrugs, scrambling for an excuse. He suddenly feels like he’s ten again, terrified and running away. “Been wanting to check out this one recipe from that guy over there.”
“If you say so,” Zoro takes the dismissal in stride, and dumps the empty sake bottle into a barrel as he stands up to leave.
Sanji watches him disappear into the night.
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ii. enies lobby
The Mosshead has been giving him the nastiest look ever since the ship sailed away from Water Seven, so Sanji isn’t particularly surprised when Zoro stops him on his track on the way to Usopp’s workshop.
Zoro eyes the colorful drink on the tray in Sanji’s hand like it’s challenged him into a duel, before finally grunting, “you need to stop treating Usopp like that.”
Sanji’s eyes unwittingly follow Zoro’s gaze on the drink he made for Usopp — it has five colors, three different fruits, and a whip cream on top. Entirely too flashy for the male crewmembers, usually reserved for important occasions. Sanji feigns obliviousness, still. “Like what?”
“Like he’s going to break anytime soon,” Zoro says.
“You mean nicely ?” Sanji snarls back. “Like a normal human being? Not everyone is like you, Marimo. Some people have emotions. ”
“It’s insulting , is what it is,” Zoro retorts, his whole body leaning into Sanji’s personal space, like a challenge. “There’s never a need for you to coddle him. Usopp made his decisions as a man back then, and he had to learn the consequences for it — ”
“And he has learned , Zoro,” Sanji cuts in, feeling exhausted all of a sudden, the fight leaving his body in a snap. He sighs. “Look — I get that it’s your thing, protecting our pride as a crew and all. I was on your side, remember? But it’s all in the past, and Usopp’s got your message, loud and clear.”
Sanji thinks of a little boy with the iron mask, who were forced to learn all his lessons the hard way; and what comes out next is, “I’m the cook of this ship. Let me feed him.”
Let me take care of him , he doesn’t say, but it means pretty much the same thing.
There must’ve been something in his voice, because Zoro seems taken aback; all the tension bleeds out from his shoulders, and he’s now looking at Sanji with an unreadable expression.
There’s a moment of silence, stretched long enough to the point of awkwardness, before Zoro says, “ — didn’t mean to. I mean — quite a lot of shit went down, just didn’t wanna see you — don’t overexert yourself.”
Sanji blinks. “What are you saying .”
“All this talk about taking care of people,” Zoro says, hand rubbing the back of his neck in a rare display of — what? Embarrassment ? “Why wouldn’t you let me —”
Zoro pauses there, sentence trailing off into nothing; but Sanji has always been good at reading Zoro, and he hears the words anyway.
Why wouldn’t you let me take care of you .
Sanji thinks of the party in Cocoyashi, and then hundreds of moments after that — quiet moments in the galley when Zoro helped him wash up the dishes, playful banters that Zoro could only keep up with. Countless enemies they fight side by side, together, the way he feels his heart beat in sync with Zoro’s from across the battlefield.
“Cook —” Zoro puts his hand on Sanji’s shoulder then, and the touch burns , like an electric shock; it jolts Sanji back from his thoughts, a reminder of the reality between them, the way they would fight as hard as they love, and what would that leave him, in the aftermath?
“Let me go ,” Sanji says before he can stop himself, and practically runs to Usopp’s workshop.
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iii. thriller bark
“You’re a dumbass ,” Sanji says.
“Hn,” Zoro says, not arguing for once.
“I’ve always known you have moss for brains,” Sanji continues, fully aware he’s rambling but unable to stop himself, “but who would’ve thought you’d be this dumb. What kind of complete and utter idiot would be so fucking reckless against a warlord for the second time in his life.”
Zoro hums noncommittally.
Sanji tightens the bandage across his torso with a little more force than necessary.
Zoro makes a pained grunt, and Sanji winces at the sound; they’ve roughhoused each other countless of times before, but this is the first time Zoro can’t take something Sanji dished. It shouldn’t be surprising though, not after the wounds he has taken from Bartholomew Kuma —
“You need to learn to pick your battles,” Sanji rambles on, because he’s suddenly hit with the realization that if he stops talking he might actually cry . “Or at least employ some strategies. Ever heard of those? That’s what people with brains usually do when they fight instead of simply waving some pointy sticks against the enemy. Raise your hand a bit —” he moves to the wound on Zoro’s arm, taking greater care to make sure he’s as gentle as possible, a silent apology for the earlier mishap. “Right there. Yeah. Anyways, I was saying —”
“Sanji,” Zoro says, and Sanji stops.
It’s so unfamiliar — the way Sanji’s name rolls off Zoro’s tongue, shaped by his deep voice. It sends a shiver down his spine, Sanji’s heart suddenly rattling against his ribcage.
When he looks up, Zoro is staring back at him with half-lidded eyes, something other than pain marring his gaze.
Longing .
Sanji feels his throat dry all of a sudden.
“Sanji,” Zoro says, voice low and rasp, but steady. And then: “stay.”
Sanji drops the bandages in his hands. He can’t do this — not when he’s staring at the very reminder of what it would cost . The idea of losing Zoro, as a nakama , has already torn him from the inside; he can’t imagine what it’s like to see Zoro’s lifeless body on the infirmary bed, as a lover.
He remembers standing in front of her mother’s grave, feeling like he’s coming apart at the seams, and wanting to tear up the stitches; wishing he could just unravel after so much hurt .
“Zoro,” he says, feeling like he’s on the verge of a panic attack, “I — I can’t —”
But when he dares himself to finally meet Zoro’s eyes, the Swordsman has lost consciousness again.
Sanji flees the infirmary.
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iv. zou
He flips BIg Mom’s invitation to the tea party over and over again, staring at the words etched on the paper.
Groom: Third Son of the Vinsmokes, Sanji.
The words settle unpleasantly in his gut, and he swallows, trying to calm himself down. He’s no longer the same weak kid with the iron mask; he’s now a Straw Hat, and he’s going to settle his issues with his pathetic excuse of a family once and for all.
That’s all.
...so why does it feel like this isn’t going to end well with Zoro?
Thoughts of the Shitty Swordsman appear in his mind, unbidden. A scowl, definitely — maybe a few scathing words to accompany the look. Something about Sanji and his self-sacrificial tendencies — as if Zoro has any right to lecture anyone about that — or maybe some diatribe about trusting the crew to take care of one of their own.
Which is not what this is about, at all. Of course Sanji trusts everyone in the crew — trusts Luffy to be able to take care of himself. But this is his problem, and he’s the only one responsible to fix it. There’s no need to trouble everyone with a little family problems.
(So why does it still feel like he’s running away?)
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v. whole cake island
“First of all, the captain of my own ship came all this way to track me down,” he says, raising a finger for emphasis, “only for me to insult and hurt him to the best of my ability despite no resistance from him whatsoever. That means I cannot go back to your ship right now.”
Run , he remembers being ten, hearing Reiju’s voice through the prison bars. There is no turning back. Your mistakes are final.
“Second of all,” he continues, “the shitty geezer who saved my life and the home where I was raised are being held hostage in case I don’t play along. That means I cannot escape from this wedding.”
Run , he remembers thinking every time he catches sight of Zeff’s leg. This is the cost of your dream. This is the cost of your love.
“Third of all,” he says, voice rising even higher, “the evil family to which I’m related to is walking into Big Mom’s trap, and they’ll all be slaughtered in a matter of hours. They’re scum of the earth to whom I owe nothing but my hatred but I cannot bring myself to abandon them to their fate and run away!”
Run , he tells himself. Your love worths nothing. You are not worth anyone’s love.
“For these three reason,” he says, eyes avoiding Luffy’s. “I cannot return with the rest of you.”
There’s a bright sunburst of pain against his cheek, and the momentum of the punch throws him against a tree bark, shattering under the impact.
“Tell me how you really feel ,” Luffy yells. “What do you want, Sanji?”
For the first time in his life, Sanji stops running.
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(i. wano)
Sanji didn’t notice at first, with all the flurry and chaos of the fight against Kaido; but once things have settled down, it occurs to him that Wano is a spring island.
The air is tinged with the kind of heat that barely tips over to unpleasant, uncomfortable without the unbearable fever of summer. Even the nights are wearily humid, which is why he decided to stray away from the celebration feast into the forest, and finds Zoro training alone, swinging his new sword against the wind.
They have not had a moment to themselves ever since — ever since . All of their conversations have mostly been in the heat of the battle, and Sanji isn’t quite sure if they simply did not have the time, or if Zoro has been avoiding him.
It doesn’t matter — here they are, gravitating towards each other still. As if fate herself has weaved a path for them, time and again.
He thinks he can still hear Luffy asking, in the rain: what do you want, Sanji?
“Zoro,” he says, and faces him, head on. “I am in love with you.”
He thinks Zoro would’ve been surprised, once upon a time; maybe if Sanji dared to say it under the Alabasta moonlight, or bathed by the campfire light in the Sky Islands; but now, it feels superfluous, almost redundant. It is no longer the truth that matters between them.
Zoro finally turns to meet his eyes, and sheathes his sword into its scabbard. “What do you want, Cook?”
The same question, again. He’s been running away for so long, he’s forgotten what truly matters, before the risks and the tragedies and the costs . What he truly wants .
The answer to that has always been simple.
“I want us, Zoro. Together. In whichever way you’ll have me.”
Zoro walks up and stops, right in front of Sanji. “You have me ,” he says. “You’ve always had me. It’s you who’s always —” Zoro pauses, gritting his teeth, frustration written all over his face.
“I know,” Sanji says, heartbeat rising up his throat, his ears, his mouth. “Zoro, I —”
“I need to know ,” Zoro says, hand a hair’s breadth away from Sanji’s own, but not quite touching. “I need to know if you will keep running away from me or not.”
Sanji takes the offered hand and closes the distance between them.
It is a short kiss at first, only a cling of lips — and then he feels Zoro’s free hand drifting up to cradle his face as Zoro leans in for another kiss, and another, little dips of kisses, as if Zoro needed the constant reassurance that Sanji is here, with him. And Sanji can give him that, owe him that much — he breathes into the kiss, chases Zoro’s lips and mouths at the curve of his smile.
“This is it, right?” Zoro says when they part, forehead still pressed against one another’s. “Because this is it for me, Cook.”
Sanji thinks of Zoro, who doesn’t do things in halves. Either they are, or they aren’t. And for once he realizes — not the fear or the risk, but how much of an honor it is, to be loved by this man. Entirely and all-consuming.
“This is it,” he tells Zoro, and squeezes Zoro’s hand. “No more running away.”
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Together With Fruit Ch. 9 (Snippet)
Omgomgomg I actually finished something omg
Obviously this is not the full chapter, but it’s a pretty major chunk of it, and because I’m just so proud of myself and happy that I actually got something I set out to write forever ago FINISHED, I am posting this snippet here as a one-shot (it’s...more than a snippet really, it’s like 4000+ words, and it’s mostly unedited so...ye’ve been warned lol)
Word Count: 4199 (yikes)
Enjoy! Hopefully I’ll have the rest of the chapter finished within the next week or so!
“We’re finally nearing the Grand Line…” Nami muttered, pointing at a spot on the map. “It looks like the only way into it is through Reverse Mountain here.”
“Reverse Mountain?” Hazel murmured, peering over the girl’s shoulder at the point where the seas intersect.
“What a pain. Can’t we just sail straight through it?” Zoro groaned, glaring from where he sat leaning against the rail. Sanji shook his head.
“Nope, from what the geezer told me, that’s the only way boats can enter.”
“How come?” Usopp asked.
“Cause it’s supposedly dangerous.”
“But how come?!”
“I don’t know any more than that!” Sanji yelled, glaring at the sniper.
“Boys, please…” Hazel scolded, trying to stop any fights before they could occur.
“The reason for that is-”
“Alright! I got it!” Luffy interrupted Nami, pointing at the map. “Then let’s head straight into it!”
“Are you even paying attention?!”
“But it sounds fun!” Luffy insisted, grin never wavering. “Plus it’d feel way better going straight into it!”
“Fun or not, I’d like to actually make it to the Grand Line before we die,” Hazel told him, side-eyeing her brother’s enthusiasm. Nami shared the sentiment.
“Talking to you makes me feel like I’m gonna go crazy…” the navigator whined, palm to her forehead in exasperation. Luffy soldiered on, ignoring the women’s concerns.
“Anyways, let’s stop at an island first and get meat! Meat! Meat!” Nami reached a finger out to point at a spot on the map, and Luffy and Hazel both peered closer at the paper.
“There’s a famous city on this island...Loguetown.”
“Loguetown?” Luffy asked, puzzled look on his face as he tried to think. “What? Is it famous for its meat?”
“Also known as the city of the beginning and the end…” Zoro chimed in, thoughtful look on his face. “I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that before.”
“It’s where Gold Roger, the former Pirate King, was born,” Hazel supplied, appearing somber, “and where he was executed.”
“The town where the King of the Pirates died...” Even Luffy’s voice was tame, contemplation clear in his eyes. Nami swung her gaze to meet his, sly smile finding its way across her cheeks.
“Wanna go?”
“Yeah! I wanna see it!” As he spoke, his voice grew more excited, though it never lost its reverence. “I wanna see the town where the man who got the One Piece - everything this world has to offer - was born and then died!” Luffy stood up, grin fixed firmly back in place. “Nami! Set sail for Loguetown!”
As the crew scrambled to set their course, Hazel smiled at her brother’s excitement, though she didn’t share the enthusiasm. She didn’t really harbor any opinions on the former Pirate King, good or bad; there just wasn’t enough information available on who the man truly was. She had asked her grandfather once, considering what she knew about his connection to Ace, but after hours of pestering the only thing he’d told her was “don’t believe everything you hear”. Other than that cryptic statement, she knew about as much as anyone else: he was born in Loguetown, he circumnavigated the entire world, then turned himself in (to her grandfather, no less), and was executed in his hometown. For someone who was so famous, you’d think there’d be more to know about him.
Hazel looked down at the notebook in her hand, blank since Shells Town except for the notes she’d taken. She wasn’t going to let Luffy fall into that same level of anonymity. Sure, the boy couldn’t care less about the fame; his views on being the Pirate King weren’t shared by most other pirates, though she found his ideals to be more admirable. What she really didn’t want to happen, though, was for her baby brother’s name to be smeared by the media, with nothing to counteract it.
Which meant she had a lot of work to do.
“Well, before we get to Loguetown, I have to get to work. Which means I’m shutting myself in my room until I’ve finished writing about our adventure so far!” Hazel stated for all to hear. She ignored the odd looks sent her way. “So no one bug me, ok?” When she’d received satisfactory nods, Hazel made her way to the girls’ room, shut the door, and plopped herself down at the writing desk. She ripped out her pages of notes so she could refer to them easily as she wrote, then opened to a blank page, her pencil hovering above the paper.
An hour later and the page was still blank.
Hazel’s pencil had moved, at least. It’d been set on the desk, balanced on her nose (a failure on her part, but no one could see it so she wasn’t too pressed), twirled between her fingers, tucked behind her ear as she stretched in her chair (and changed position at least three times; currently she had her feet on the back of the chair with her head leaning on the desk). She’d doodled little pictures on her note pages; tiny flowers and crude renditions of her crewmates (note to self: hide these so Nami doesn’t see). There’s a reason she hadn’t decided to illustrate this book.
Another hour later and her legs hurt from how much she’d been bouncing them. The page remained blank, her mind void of ideas, and her eyes were fixed on the picture frame hanging on the far wall. Maybe some food would help? She didn’t think she ate much at breakfast…
As Hazel made her way on deck, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight that greeted her. Nami was lounging in the sun on the top deck, being served some fancy drink from their newest member. Zoro was, surprise, napping beneath the mast, his swords propped in his lap. Luffy sat on the other side of the ship, watching Usopp practice with his slingshot. Oh, that could be fun!
“Whatcha guys doin’?” Hazel asked, sneaking up behind the sniper, causing Luffy to laugh at the boy’s frightful shriek. “Oops! Sorry, Usopp!” He just glared at her in return.
“Usopp’s practicing his slingshot! See? We set up some targets against the other side of the deck, he’s really good!”
“Well, you see Luffy, I’ve been using a slingshot for at least 25 years,” Usopp boasted, ignoring the fact that he was only 17. “Which of course makes me an expert sniper!”
“25 years, huh?” Hazel snarked. “Well, mister “expert”, whaddaya say to a little contest? The closer to a bullseye gets you more points. Whoever gets the most points wins.”
“Uhh, ok, Hazel. But where are you gonna get a slingshot?” Hazel just pointed to Luffy. Specifically his arms. “Hey, now, wait a minute! You can’t use him!”
“Why not?” Hazel and Luffy asked, both with blank looks on their faces. The sniper spluttered.
“Because-! He’s not-! And you-!”
“Ok, look - we’re not going for power here, just accuracy, so it’ll still be a fair contest. And we’ll use the same ammo, ok?” She left no room for him to argue back, immediately grabbing one of the pellets from his hand and positioning her brother. Usopp rolled his eyes behind her, but sidled up next to the two, aiming his own slingshot at the first target.
“Ready...aim...fire!” Usopp let the pellet fly, smacking the target right in the center.
“Hey, nice job Usopp! But I’m gonna tie it up right here!” Hazel ribbed, tying Luffy’s fingers together to form a sling. She pulled them back, tongue poking out between her teeth as she aimed carefully. When she felt confident in her position she nodded, waiting for Usopp to give the signal, and then let go.
The target shattered to pieces.
“Oh fuck-!”
“WHAT ARE YOU THREE DOING?!” Nami’s shrill voice called, causing all three to wince.
“Luffy did it!” Hazel immediately yelled while Usopp checked the ship for damage.
“No I didn’t!”
“Now, Luffy, you know you shouldn’t lie.”
“I’m not-!”
“ENOUGH!” Nami yelled again, interrupting the siblings. “I don’t care who did it, you’re just lucky the ship didn’t get damaged! You and you-” she pointed to Usopp and Luffy “-clean this up! And you!” Nami pointed at Hazel, making the older woman feel suddenly small. “You’re supposed to be writing right now! Not breaking things!”
“Well...you see...the thing is…” Hazel trailed off as Nami continued to glare at her. Huh. She didn’t like being on the receiving end of this. “I was hungry…?”
“Then ask Sanji-kun for a snack and get back to work. You told us not to bother you and we’re listening, take advantage of that!” At Hazel’s huff Nami smiled. “If you’d like, you can sit in the tangerine grove. I find it very relaxing when I need to focus.”
“Hmm...a change of scenery may be helpful. Thanks, Nami,” Hazel smiled, rolling her neck. “I better go bug Sanji.” But Nami held up a hand to stop her.
“Nope! You go sit, I’ll get it. I don’t want you to get distracted again.” The orange-haired girl walked away without another word, and Hazel was forced at that point to just listen to her. She made her way to the upper deck, finding a nice spot under the trees to nestle in. She reopened her notebook to the still blank page, and tapped her pencil against her chin as she tried to focus. The breeze up here was nice, as well as the sounds of her crewmates (Luffy and Usopp had made a game out of cleaning up her mess). The smell of tangerines wafted over her, muddying her senses. One of her curls was tickling her forehead.
She’d made zero headway by the time Sanji appeared with a snack.
“Hazel-chwan!~ I’ve brought you a plate of delicious sandwiches, and a fresh glass of cabernet sauvignon,” the man said, brandishing a platter on one hand and a glass of deep red liquid in the other. She looked to the glass curiously. Despite having practically lived in a bar half her life, she’d never actually tried wine. Her alcohol tended to be of a rougher variety.
“Oh, yeah, alcohol. That’ll help,” Hazel muttered, hoping Sanji didn’t think her rude. For all she knew, it would get the creative juices flowing, so to speak. “Thank you, Sanji.” She smiled at the cook, his feet practically floating off the ground in happiness. He turned to leave her, and Hazel tentatively took a sip of the wine...only to immediately cringe when the bitter liquid hit her tongue. She glanced around in panic, hoping the blond didn’t see, and snuck the glass behind her back, hidden under the trees. “Ooh! Sanji, wait up!” she called, wine forgotten as she grabbed her plate and ran after him.
“Yes, my love?” Sanji asked, twirling around to gaze at her through heart-shaped eyes.
“I just realized that I never asked about what happened at the Baratie! After we left?” The cook’s expression had switched to confusion at her question. “In fact,” she continued, following him into the galley, “I don’t actually know that much about you. Tell me, what’s your dream? Your motivation? Your tragic backstory? Spare me no detail!”
For the first time since they’d met, Sanji wasn’t looking at her with adoration. In fact, he almost looked a little scared. His eyes darted around for half a second while she pulled out her best pout, gray eyes shining like a puppy begging for table scraps. Later, she’d chide herself for being so mean. After all, she used to practically torture Ace with that expression. But for now, she needed answers.
“Well…” Sanji started, pulling himself together before all the blood rushed out of his nose. “I am merely a humble sea cook, mademoiselle. I fought valiantly for my former home, and for the chance to gaze upon your lovely visage once again.” He flourished into a low bow.
“Uh huh,” Hazel chuckled, an amused smile on her face as she raised a brow. “Definitely humble.” Sanji rose back to standing, an easy grin in place at their shared humor. “Come on, lover boy. Sit with me awhile and tell me a story.”
The two sat and talked for a time, Hazel’s pencil scratching across the pages of her notebook as Sanji divulged all the details he felt comfortable sharing: how Luffy had bartered with Zeff for his freedom, the way he’d swatted projectiles with a single kick. She had a feeling he may’ve been embellishing his actions a bit, but having seen the way he’d toppled part of a building at Arlong Park, she knew it wasn’t all bluster.
He told her of Pearl, the man who’d covered himself in armor, only to lose his mind (and catch fire, apparently) at the first drop of blood. How Gin, the man he’d helped, had taken the old man hostage, and how he’d been willing to die to save his mentor’s dream. Hazel filed away that note for later, planning to ask about the clear devotion Sanji had for the old man, even if the blond tried to hide it behind snark.
She tried not to laugh when Sanji told her Luffy destroyed part of the ship. From what he was telling her, it was actually a brilliant stroke on Luffy’s part, and definitely contributed to Sanji’s outlook on the situation; but the way the blond’s curly brow furrowed over his eyes at the memory was, in her opinion, hilarious.
“So, wait,” Hazel started, pausing Sanji’s tale of his fight with Gin. “How did you come to the Baratie in the first place? Zeff isn’t your father, is he? Why so devoted to preserving his dream?”
Discomfort crossed the cook’s face, as it had earlier, but whether it was his dedication to please the woman in front of him, or because he’d already come this far, he gifted her with the reason. “He saved my life,” was the simple answer. The follow-up nearly brought tears to her eyes.
Hazel reached across the table, covering his hand with her own, and she sent him a soft smile. A light blush dusted his cheeks, and she allowed him to turn away to light a cigarette; she even grabbed the ashtray off the back shelf for him.
Just as they were about to continue, the door to the galley swung open, a rubbery body bouncing its way inside. “Sanji!! Food!” Luffy yelled, head turning frantically before his eyes finally settled on the cook.
“You just ate, you damn animal!” The cook scolded, and the somber mood was broken as Hazel burst into laughter.
“But I’m hungry! Food!”
“I’m busy!” Hazel took that moment to step in.
“It’s alright, Sanji. I can get the rest from you later. If you don’t start dinner soon, we may not have a ship to sail on anymore,” she laughed, drawing Luffy’s attention. The boy leaped onto the bench in front of her, taking Sanji’s place, and glancing at the notebook for a second without reading.
“Whatcha talkin’ about? Whaddaya need Sanji for?”
“He was telling me about your fight with Don Krieg, since I missed it.”
“Oh! I can tell you! There was a boom! And a woosh! And then I went ‘Gum-Gum Bazooka’! And then there was poison gas, but we’re fine, and then everything went boom boom boom boom! And then I got poked a lot! And then-” Hazel tuned out as her brother continued telling her all about the fight with as little detail as possible. Sanji shot her a confounded look over their captain’s shoulder, and the girl replied with a nonchalant shrug. When Luffy finally finished, he looked to his sister expectantly, proud grin wide across his face.
“Thanks Luffy, I’ll make sure to write that down.” The boy nodded, then looked back at her notes from Sanji’s story.
“Looks like you’ve gotten a lot done!” Hazel flinched, grimacing into her palm.
“Yes and no…” Luffy just looked at her, confusion in his eyes, and Hazel gave a heavy sigh. “To be honest, Luff...I don’t really know where to start.”
“At the beginning. Duh.”
“Wow, I never thought about that,” Hazel deadpanned. “And get your finger out of your nose!” As Luffy stuck his tongue out at her, something struck her. Hazel’s eyes widened, an invisible energy urging her hand to move across the paper. “Actually, Luffy, you’re a genius! Thank you!”
She vaguely heard him say something in agreement, but her mind was too focused on the idea it had. Start at the beginning...she was surprised the thought hadn’t occurred to her earlier; after all, she’d only just told the story a week ago.
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Foosha Village had always been a peaceful town. Even when pirates had settled their sails at its docks the year previous, the villagers had yet to deal with much past the occasional bandit or two. Our lives had been much the same, short as they were; filled with fun and laughter and play. Then one day, the stuff of legends became real, and peace would be known no more.
The sun had shown brightly that morning, though my brother and I had already been up for hours. We always had trouble sleeping the closer to Shanks’ departure. In only a short time, the red-headed man had wormed his way into our lives, and our hearts, and my brother especially was determined to join him this time.
So it was that we stood on the deck of the Red-Hair Pirate’s ship, the hustle and bustle of supplies and crates being loaded around us. A few of the men were singing songs - definitely inappropriate considering the children in their company - but we’d already spent the last seven years in a bar. There was nothing in those songs we hadn’t heard before.
I had been listening to Benn Beckman’s tale of their last voyage when Shanks’ voice had called our attention to the figurehead. Standing atop the dragon’s maw, my brother Luffy stood glaring down at our pirate friends. Unfortunately, none of us had taken his declaration of strength seriously. Not until he drove the knife beneath his eye.
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The paragraphs flew quickly out of her hand, the day in question clear in her mind. Hazel took a moment to shake out her wrist, feeling stiff as she read over her work so far. She liked it, she really did. Now to keep up this momentum.
The door opened once again, and Usopp and Nami wandered in, talking about something she couldn’t hear. Hazel was still glaring at the page, chewing her cheek as she thought about how to word her next sentence. She heard Sanji mention dinner would be ready soon, Luffy’s excitement sounding through the room, then Usopp’s hiss for him to be quiet.
“Don’t distract her! She’s scary when she’s mad!” the boy whimpered out, much to Luffy’s amusement.
“No she’s not!” he laughed, drawing the sniper’s ire.
“You didn’t think that when she made you take a bath!” Hazel stifled a snort.
“Speaking of which,” Nami chimed in, holding a hand to her nose. “How long ago was that?”
“Actually, Luffy, you are due for one. Zoro too,” Hazel said, looking up at her surprised crewmates. What, did they think she couldn’t hear them at all? “Why don’t you go wash up before dinner. Please?” Luffy groaned, glaring at the navigator, but dutifully made his way to the bathroom. Despite what he said, he didn’t want to push his sister. Again.
Hazel took that moment to stand up, stretching her back with a loud pop, grabbed her notebook, and made her way outside to tell their grungy swordsman his bath was after dinner. She couldn’t see him at first when she stepped outside, but after glancing around for a moment, she finally spotted him. She blinked when she saw his bare back, mesmerized for a moment at the way the muscles rippled as he did push-up after push-up. A second later, she blinked the distraction away, and walked down the steps to the grass-haired man.
“Hey, your turn for a bath after dinner,” she told him, practically hearing him grit his teeth at the notion. “Dinner’s actually almost done, by the way, so you may wanna wrap it up here.”
“Not done,” he grunted, prompting her to raise a brow in his direction.
“Well find a way to be done. We’re hungry, and you’re sweaty.”
“If I’m gonna get stronger, I can’t cut training short. I need more weight.” His gray eyes swung up to hers, and Hazel got the distinct sense he was sizing her up.
“What do you want me to do about that?” She regretted asking the instant she said it. Zoro gestured to his back. His extremely sweaty back.
“Climb on.”
“Excuse me? What are you insinuating here?” She crossed her arms, trying to decide if she needed to hit him for calling her fat or not. She caught him rolling his eyes.
“You’re all muscle, it’s heavier. Climb on.” Hazel chewed her lip, weighing the pros and cons. Then, deciding she had nothing to lose except her hygiene (and really, she could do with a bath herself), she stepped closer to him, cautiously sitting down when he paused for her. He reached his arm around, causing a startled squeak as he adjusted her position, then he resumed his training, a new strain in his breath.
While he worked, Hazel puzzled once again over her notebook. Disappointment flowed through her as she stared at the four lone paragraphs, the struggle for where to take the story next staying her hand. She’d gotten nothing done today, and it was difficult not to take it to heart.
“What are you sighing about up there?” her cushion grunted below her. Hazel rolled her eyes, but decided to humor him by answering anyway.
“I’ve been working on this all day, and somehow I have nothing to show for it.” Zoro was silent except for his heavy breathing, but for some reason she pushed on. “What kind of record-keeper am I? What kind of storyteller can’t tell a damn story? I don’t even have to make it all up, it’s all stuff that happened…” A puff of air escaped her as her eyes began to sting. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this…”
She hadn’t meant to say it, at least not out loud, and was startled when her chair suddenly stood up. She cried out as she fell, but before she could hit the floor, Zoro’s arms came out to steady her. She looked up at him in shock, affronted at the small glare he sent her way. “Read it out loud,” he said, pointing to the little book in her hands.
“Eh?!” Hazel shrieked, appalled at the very notion of any living being actually hearing her work out loud.
“Read it out loud,” Zoro said again, shrugging his shirt back on. “Then I can tell you if it’s shitty.”
“No way! It’s not ready for human consumption yet!” she yelled, glaring as he sat below the mast. “Besides, who are you to tell me if it’s shit? You wouldn’t know good literature if it waved a sword at you and said ‘boy, speak your name’!” Zoro rolled his eyes at the reference, but leveled her with a steady gaze as it dawned on her the trick he was trying to pull. “Stop it, it’s mine. Why should I share it with you?”
“Because I like the way you tell stories.” He said it so simply, like it didn’t carry nearly the weight for him that it did for her. Hazel felt the blood rush to her cheeks, but she didn’t look away. Something held her gaze on his, something she couldn’t possibly name.
“So how does me reading it aloud help me write it?” Her voice was so quiet, she was surprised he could even hear it.
“Just write it how you’d say it,” he answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And when he said it like that, it did seem obvious, and Hazel could kick herself for not thinking of it sooner. Before she knew it, she felt herself nodding, sitting beside him beneath the sail.
“Foosha Village had always been a peaceful town….” she began, reading from the beginning, and surprising herself when her voice continued past the last paragraph. He’d heard the story before, but still Zoro sat, listening with rapt attention. Her voice slowed as she wrote, not allowing herself to forget what she’d said, what phrases she used that flowed from her mouth like water.
At one point Hazel glanced beside her, surprised to see the swordsman’s eyes shut. She let out a sigh, finishing her sentence, but not continuing on. She found herself rolling her eyes at the sleeping swordsman, irked that he apparently found her so boring.
“You stuck again?”
Hazel turned to him again, meeting his gaze through half-lidded eyes. She let out a half chuckle, shaking her head in amusement, before diving into the next paragraph.
It was only Luffy’s call of “Dinner!!” that finally drew the two inside.
#together with fruit#twf#monkey d. hazel#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#zoro x oc#one piece#one piece fan fiction#one piece fanfics#one piece oc#one piece original character#I don't even care if this is 'good' I'm just. so glad to have something tangible written#I wanna keep going but it's late and my hands hurt#but the hard part is over; all that's left is canon events
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I wanna talk about Whole Cake Island too!
So, I’m reading Whole Cake Island right now. And I have THOUGHTS about Sanji and Luffy’s “”””fight””””. And it’s probably nothing anyone hasn’t said before but I’m gonna write it out anyway.
(TL;DR Sanji and Luffy fight and it hurts because they both go for the throat. Also Nami has been through this shit I am surprised she’s putting up with Sanji trying to leave in the slightest.)
So first, yeah, I’m screaming into a pillow because this shit is rough. Let’s get those personal emotions out of the way first.
Sanji’s whole thing is that he cares and serves, right? His love language is acts of service and that’s primarily shown through feeding people. When we meet the Vinsmokes (I shall not be referring to them as his family) we see pretty quickly that they are the antithesis to everything Sanji is.
The men are literally said to lack the ability to sympathize or empathize. Not only do we see this is the case, but Reiju says so herself:
They do not value cooking nor food. Judge tells Sanji to never cook again, Niji wastes food.
And, of course, the brothers have no qualms about hitting women. The whole chivalry/won’t hit a women thing is a huge can of worms I don’t feel like unpacking in part because I don’t feel like I could talk about it without discussing women’s power levels and roles in One Piece. And I’ve already digressed too much.
So yeah, the Vinsmokes are the opposite of Sanji and hold none of his values. In fact, they may be why he holds some of his values, because they are as far from the Vinsmoke’s values as possible.
Okay so the two chapters in particular when Luffy and Nami find and confront Sanji!
Pretty immediately we see that 1. Sanji was not expecting them, 2. He’s distressed that they’re here, and 3. It complicates things for him.
Like, that is not a face of someone happy to see his friends who have come to save him. That is an “oh fuck” face. (And as a sidenote, yeah, it’s a whole lot harder to sacrifice yourself when you’re confronted with the people you’re leaving behind, HUH, SANJI????)
Luffy’s all happy to see him, feels like they’ve accomplished their goal, doesn’t question that Sanji would want to come back. And he’s got things to do! Like save Wano and beat up Kaido! Chop chop Sanji let’s go on adventures! Plus, I would think that Luffy would also have the expectation of his crew that they understand that no one gets to leave if they’re doing it to sacrifice themselves. He’s already shown he’s gonna come get you and Sanji knows this. Sanji’s first arc with them after Baratie was going to save Nami from Arlong and her self-sacrificial bullshit! Luffy’s modus operandi is saying “Oh, you thought you were in a lose-lose situation and the only solution was to sacrifice your happiness and well being? Fuck that! You’re my nakama, let me save you!”
Both Luffy and Nami aren’t questioning Sanji’s wanting to come with them. They’re here, it’s time to go!
And so then we see the surface level reasons why Sanji would say “No, I can’t go with you.” And we also see that he knows Judge is watching him.
I don't think Nami's buying it either. She's done this. She knows what it's like to be trapped by circumstances, to have your loved ones held hostage. And she did this shit too! She fuckin laid it down, lied to her nakama about it all being a farce in her efforts to keep them out of her dangerous situation! Maybe the words sting, but I think this face of hers is even more from her thinking about how they all know eachother so much more, and know how Luffy wouldn't leave one of them behind. So Sanji must be under some real duress right now. Like, I feel like she could extrapolate a lot from what he's saying because she knows that's not who he is. And because she's tried the same shit.
And, I wonder if she’s hurting for him because she knows what it’s like.
Every chance she gets, she reiterates that there was nothing between them, that she doesn’t care about them, that she tricked them, and even uses her supposed killing of Usopp as support of her betraying them. She is desperately trying to get them off this island. Arlong is well covered, we all know what’s up.
And, the parallels are pretty clear for Sanji. He’s got family being held hostage (Zeff, and the Strawhats too), and he couldn’t leave anyway because he’s got explosion bracelets on. Plus he’s got his own self-sacrificial streak (which I could guess comes from being raised in a household where you’re told you don’t have any value and everything you do is wrong-the fact that Sanji still cried at Judge’s rejection of him right before his escape speaks to how as a child he still wanted Judge’s approval and love as a father).
So, he comes out swinging with the thing that we previously established would be the shittiest thing to say, that Luffy rejected the possibility of him saying.
And then he starts on this buckwild speech that is so fucking hammed up I almost questioned if Sanji meant for them to understand the opposite of his words, and was just putting on a show for the Vinsmokes.
Nami only says he’s going too far when Sanji starts insulting Luffy’s dream, which the whole crew believes in and supports.
Also, as a side note, it doesn’t really make sense to me that Nami would just take on the role of “you’re going too far, you can’t believe what you’re saying!” Maybe Chopper would do that cuz he’s gullible and shit. BUT NAMI FREAKIN DID THE SAME SHIT. I would almost expect a “...” speechbubble from her and later her saying something like “He really tried his best to make that look convincing, didn’t he? He’s not very good at it.”
Nami’s savvy!
But anyway, yeah, Sanji tries to go for the throat to push thme away saying shit about Luffy not being able to become the Pirate King. My first reaction to this whole thing was:
“WOW HE'S REALLY DOING IT, HUH? HE'S LYING THROUGH HIS TEETH TO SAY THE MOST HURTFUL SHIT HE CAN TO HIS LOVED ONES SO THEY'LL STAY AWAY SO HE CAN SACRIFICE HIMSELF TO STOP ANYONE FROM GETTING HURT”
Usopp has tried to leave too, but his situation was different. His reasons were stated clearly and he didn’t try to pretend that all the shit they’ve gone through together and the bonds they’ve formed were fake. Nami, Robin, Sanji? They try to do the “ah, I never loved you” bullshit.
But Sanji’s is the first time that from the get-go, the audience knows before the confrontation everything that’s going on for the crewmember trying to fake betrayal. With Nami and Robin, we didn’t learn their backstories until after they tried to push people away. With Sanji not only did we get it beforehand, but when Luffy and Nami show up, we are shown the three pieces of information that Sanji thinks about and that motivate him to push his crewmates away:
His hands (his treasures) are bound and threatened.
His nakama are threatened.
Zeff is threatened.
He’s backed into a freakin corner! And he know’s Luffy’s track record on crew members trying to leave! So he goes for the throat and when that doesn’t work (or for the whole performance he’s putting on for the Vinsmokes) he attacks Luffy.
Luffy says he won’t fight Sanji, and I wonder if this is because of Water 7 and Usopp. That fight was so fucking painful, I wonder if Luffy vowed to never fight someone like that again?
Clearly he isn’t getting through to Sanji, even though, to him, Sanji should know what the deal is by now.
So he goes for the throat himself! Which is honestly just heartwrenching on Oda’s part and pretty unfair on Luffy’s part. Though, when has Luffy ever been fair lol. His whole crew agrees his selfishness levels are above emperor!
This page pretty much sums it up:
Also, throughout this entire encounter we get glimpses of Sanji thinking about the crew and meeting Luffy, which is cool to see his internal world somewhat.When Luffy first shows up. I mean. Look at the pain on his face.
This is not a “we have a difference in ideals and are fighting over it and I’m thinking about how we met because I regret that it’s come to this.” fight. It’s not even a fight. It’s Sanji desperately saying “Please leave before you die because of me!”
Actually, maybe it is kind of a fight of ideals because Sanji is fighting to say “leave me behind I’m not worth it” and Luffy’s saying “yes you are.”
For all the extremely clear things going on emotionally for people in this scene, I’m surprised Oda just left Nami’s responses at this. But, since he did, it means I get to interpret them how I please!
This could simply be read as her feeling betrayed and shit. But again, they all know the history of the crew. This could just as easily be her saying “You went too far.” or “I can’t believe you wouldn’t believe in Luffy enough to come back with us.”
I said she could probably guess at him feeling like he’s stuck, backed into a corner. And if I remember correctly she is aware that the Strawhat’s lives are threatened if Sanji doesn’t comply with Big Mom’s wishes. But she probably wouldn’t guess at the bracelets being bombs and doesn’t know (but might guess) at the Baratie being threatened too. Nami knows all about people who claim “family” as an excuse to hurt and bind you.
But basically, I would think for her, it would be a situation of her feeling like at this point Sanji should know Luffy well enough to know he won’t give up, and to trust Luffy enough to take Sanji home. So why the fuck would he try to play this game when they’ve all seen that it doesn’t work? Why say the most hurtful things he can think of? And why not just come home now?
I don’t think she’s angry at him for the betrayal he’s trying to act out, I think she’s angry at him for the betrayal he’s committing for not trusting the crew to get him out of there.
(Again, haven’t read past this part but I could absolutely see later Nami saying “do you think we acted hurt enough for them to buy it?”)
And then of course, the last four pages of the chapter where Luffy clearly calls bullshit on Sanji, saying Sanji felt the pain of his kicks more than Luffy did. And Sanji is just starting to fucking lose it. (panels from right to left)
Like, Luffy. Chill. It hurts so much! But no, he can’t just call Sanji out. He’s gotta go for the kill, present Sanji with an unacceptable situation he knows he can’t refuse. Or at least hopes he can’t refuse. Because for Luffy, Sanji leaving is an unacceptable situation.
Not only will he not eat (which, god, using that against Sanji is almost too much, fuck, Luffy), but he won’t even fucking move so get your ass back here soon before I starve, Sanji.
To use the two very deeply entrenched facts about these characters this way is sure something, huh?
Sanji will feed anyone who is hungry. He cannot stand hunger, almost.
Luffy eats all the damn time and lots and never refuses food. For him to say “i’m going on a hunger strike, I’m not eating until it’s from you” IS JUST SO MUCH.
Also side note god what cruel people to laugh at Sanji’s pain as Niji and Yonji are doing.
Sanji thought he could get away with thinking he’s expendable (just like Judge has said in every time period we’ve seen him on the page) Luffy flat out rejects that. Sanji is essential, an required part of the crew and a required part of Luffy’s dream. Just like the crew have adopted his dream as a part of all of their own ultimate goals, so Luffy is saying that they are all part of his ultimate goal. He has adopted them into him becoming the Pirate King.
And goddamn if this arc isn’t about found family. The blood of the covenant is thicker, don’t cha know.
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dirty dishes
pairing: zoro/sanji
rating: explicit
word count: 2012
warnings: heavy nsfw, sex, Zoro Being So Damn Sweet.
read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33018709
nsfw below the cut!
“What does it feel like?”
Zoro and his boyfriend, Sanji, had been dating for a short amount of time. The relationship officially started about a month ago, and it’s been..good. Well, actually, that’s an understatement. It has been going great. How couldn’t it when Zoro was with the definite love of his life, the one for him. Yeah, it was fucking cheesy.
But Sanji loved that cheesy, romantic shit. And Zoro loved him.
They were sitting in the dining room, the vast aquarium of the Sunny behind them. The crew had finished eating breakfast, lovingly prepared by the cook. Zoro stayed behind as they all went their separate ways, the rest of the men on the ship going to play some of Luffy’s famous “Stretch Stretch Seek.”
It was an excuse for the rubber man to flail his crewmates around. Not that most of them minded.
Nami and Robin, however, decided to sit in the crows nest, taking some drinks and books to entertain them. Unfortunately for the two women, that crows nest would never be high enough to drown out the noise caused by the game of their nakama.
Zoro stayed behind, cleaning dishes side by side with his lover. Moments like those were rare, rare to be alone with Sanji. Both were at a constant barrage of requests and favors of their crews, Usopp begging Zoro to protect him whenever a game went sour with Luffy, and Sanji being borderline harassed by the captain for food.
After finishing the dishes, they both retired to the long sofa in the dining room, Zoro leaning his head on Sanji’s shoulder as the cook petted his hair. Zoro was about ready to fall asleep, take a damn cat nap, before Sanji had asked that question.
“What does what feel like?” Zoro had asked, not bothering to open his eye. He nuzzled his head farther into the recess of Sanji’s shoulder, perturbed that the cook was starting a conversation now of all times.
Sanji took a pause. He let out a deep sigh, and a faint blush was across his face.
“You know..” He let that sentence hang in the air, expecting Zoro to catch on.
Of course he didn’t.
“I’m not a damn psychic.”
Samji grumbled at this, knowing that he’s really gonna have to spell this out for his idiot boyfriend. Which, he should’ve expected in the first place, if he’s honest.
“How does it feel when I fuck you?”
Zoro almost fucking spat out with laughter, and he would’ve if he wasn’t so damn confused. Where the hell did that come from? Why was he asking now? Why does he want to even know? Zoro couldn’t formulate a sentence and just sputtered out;
“What.”
Sanji had this cute blush on his face, a pout too.
“W-what the hell do you mean what, answer the damn question!”
Zoro looked at the cook, just flabbergasted.
“I-I mean..good? I guess?”
“You GUESS?”
Christ.
“Not like that asshole, I just-” he let out an exasperated sigh, really not liking this line of questioning at nine in the damn morning. “Why do you want to know?”
Sanji was crossing his arms, like a damn kid.
“Imayormaynotwantyoutofuckme.”
“..What.”
There was that grumble again.
“I want you to..fuck me instead.”
Zoro's face went flat.
“That’s it?”
Sanji shook his head yes, turning away. Zoro smiled at his bashful boyfriend. The last thing he expected from his boyfriend, the ships resident perv, was for him to be embarrassed about something to do with sex.
“Alright.”
Zoro grabbed his boyfriend at his hips, placing him on top of his lap. He wasted no time attacking his neck with kisses, nipping and sucking where he knows Sanji likes it.
“Oh-oh-we’re doing this right now? Here?”
Zoro let off his neck, just for a moment, to see the cook looking around wildly at the windows.
“Yeah, you got a problem with it?”
Zoro leaned to the side, throwing the cook underneath him, his coat hanging down. Zoro unbuttoned the cooks shirt, letting that creamy expanse of skin be open to him. Sanji shook his head, soon throwing it back at Zoro’s ministrations on his chest. Zoro laid a soft kiss on his collarbone, sliding them down, licking slightly.
Sanji sighed, as Zoro took a nipple into his mouth, tweaking the other with two fingers. He flattened his tongue over the perk nipple, twirling it around in his mouth, almost fucking sucking. Sanji loved it, this soft teasing he’s never been treated too. Despite his brutish appearance, Zoro could be this loving dope when he felt like it.
And, oh, he felt like it.
Zoro let up, tossing off his overcoat, followed by both of their pants. He was rough with the motions, but took his time with that line he licked down Sanji's chest. It took all the cook had not to whine at that moment, his body just feeling warm.
Zoro’s hand snaked up to tug on the cooks boxers, resting his head on Sanji’s navel as he pulled down, grossly slow, and the sight of his cock, just fucking hitting Zoro’s chin was sinful. Sanji bit his lip, leaning up on his elbows to get a better look at the swordsman. Zoro closed his eyes, taking the tip of Sanji’s cock in his mouth. It was all but heaven when he sank down. Christ, and he knotted his fingers in Zoro’s hair, whining like a bitch.
Zoro didn’t need time to prepare, bobbing up and down so fucking good. Sanji was trying to thrust up, wanted to fuck Zoro’s throat so bad. But Zoro wasn’t gonna let him play that game, it was gonna go by his rules. Zoro took his hands, slamming them on Sanji’s hips, making him shake under those rough hands.
“Pl-please, wanna fuck yer’ throat, pleease-”
Zoro completely pulled off his cock, Sanji whining, and flipped the cook over.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”
It was a question, but he didn’t say it like one. They both knew the answer anyway. Sanji’s bare ass was in front of him, all light and pretty. Zoro was face to face with it, hands groping and rubbing on that ass. Sanji whimpered at those movements, Zoro treating him so fragile. He took his time tracing his fingers on his cheeks, taking pride in those small twitches of Sanji’s cock.
“You look delicious.”
Sanji had half a mind to ask him what he meant, not like he was some meal. It didn’t take long for him to figure it out himself, Zoro licking around on his ass. Christ, that tongue, he used it so fucking well. He took gentle nibbles, making sweet marks on Sanji, where no one else would see. Marking Sanji up just for him.
Sanji buried his head farther into the couch when Zoro licked around his rim, groaning into that fabric. Zoro took his time, not shy about teasing Sanji into that whining state he loves so much. God, his tongue slipped in, and it was heaven. The intrusion was so fucking welcome, Sanji just reeled.
“G-good, feels so fucking good, Zoro-” He cut himself off with a moan, that tongue twisting around inside him. It felt amazing, fucking amazing. That slight stretch, and just the wetness- Sanji couldn’t decide what was the best part.
Zoro was groaning into him, huffing as he pulled his tongue out. Sanji looked back to him, Zoro slipping his boxers off. Zoro was hard, the boxers he just had on had this wet spot on the front. His cock was absolutely leaking, Sanji’s not doing much better. His tip was glistening, rubbing up and down Sanji’s ass. Everything was so wet, fuck.
“Fuck me, Zoro-just fuck-”
He went in so fucking deep. Sanji’s eyes just went so wide, and Zoro was hissing out this breath. He was stretched so far, and it was wonderful. Zoro’s hands were resting on his ass while Sanji’s were digging into the couch cushion. Zoro was grunting as he bottomed out, leaning over to rest his head on Sanji’s shoulder.
“You feel so good, fuck, can you take it?”
Sanji choked out his words, just echoing back what Zoro had said, “Can take it, I can take it” and Zoro knew he could.
He pulled out slowly, and Sanji could feel his heart beating, his body burning.That drag was worth it, because when Zoro slid past his sweet spot, he swore he saw stars. Zoro’s breath was heavy and hot against his ear, those tanned hands roaming his body.
Sanji’s thighs were shaking when Zoro nipped around his ear, whispering so softly when speeding up, “I love you, baby, doing so good for me.”
Sanji was melting, he thought.
His sweet, sweet Zoro- whispering those nothings into his ear as he pounded away was a bit funny. Sanji’s smile turned into a breathy moan, turning his neck to look at Zoro. His eye was closed, lip bit, and he was so amazingly beautiful. Sweat was rolling down him, grunting, his cock twitching inside him.
“M’ gonna cum, fuck, gonna fill you up.”
Oh, it was so dirty.
Sanji was choking out moans, and Zoro was jerking him off. It took less than 3 strokes for Sanji to release, and all over the couch. His mouth was impossibly wide, eyes rolling back in pleasure. It was the first time Zoro had fucked him, but he did it like he knew the inside of Sanji for years. Zoro took pride in fucking Sanji through his orgasm, everything feeling so god damn tight.
“Love it, Love you, Zoro.”
Those words filled Zoro, and he filled Sanji. He was cumming so much, fuck, more then he ever had. Sanji took it so well, so fucking well, and Zoro loved that. That sweet, high pitched whine when he pulled out was music to his ears. Zoro couldn’t help but look down at Sanji, all shaky and cute. His boyfriends breathes were borderline melodic, every part of him beautiful.
He heaved his boyfriend to sit up, kissing at his neck, petting his hair like Sanji loves to do to him. Sanji’s body was just wet, and pretty all the same. Zoro took the time to grab a rag from the clean pile, wiping off the cook, littering him with soft kisses while doing so. That word, pretty, just keeps coming to mind.
“You look pretty.”
Zoro spoke those words, so simple. Sanji chuckled, with his face becoming a bit more red. They had both been working on getting their clothes on, Sanji letting his shirt stay open, because he really can’t be bothered.
“You’re embarrassing.”
“It’s true.”
Sanji leaned into the swordsman, the sunlight filtering through a bit more now. Zoro’s thoughts circled back to where they were earlier, how these moments alone with Sanji really were rare. And how he would die a thousand times over for the man next to him, sink ships and cut through men if it made Sanji happy.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on a door, a long nose peering in.
“Are you two uh..done..?”
Both of their faces went red, like a goddamn tomato, ushering to get their clothes a bit more situated then haphazardly thrown on. Zoro was the first to speak up, stuffing his overcoat into his pants as he did.
“What the hell do you need Usopp?”
Usopp peered in fully now, pointing to his hammer on the ground. The poor guy, his finger was shaking as he stretched it out. Zoro huffed, kicking the hammer up in his hand before walking over to Usopp. He shoved it into their snipers hands, a meek whimper coming from him.
“Don’t run your mouth about this.”
Usopp nodded, gripping onto that damn hammer for dear life as he scampered away. Zoro sighed, his head banging onto the wall in utter defeat, while Sanji was burying his face into his hands.
The giggles at lunch clarified that Usopp did in fact run his mouth.
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