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coffeeghoulie · 1 month

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got a feeling inside that i can't domesticate

surprise! secret sixth chapter/epilogue of Eternal Heatstroke! (though you don't have to have read that to read this lol)

3.2k of Swiss and Aeon getting their well-earned rest after the end of the Re-Imperatour, with bonus fire ghoul courting rituals, mild miscommunication, and Aether and Dew giving each other Looks about the new lovebugs.

Title from Bishops Knife Trick by Fall Out Boy

this one goes out to @ghuleh-recs, wishing her a very happy birthday!

Aeon's not quite sure what day it is.

They had come home after months and months on the road, the Re-Imperatour done some time ago. Dew had barreled off of the bus, nearly tackling a waiting Aether to the ground, Sunny had been successfully tackled by the three other ghoulettes, and Mountain and Rain had greeted their packmates, giving them tight hugs before promptly retreating to the forest and the lake respectively.

Swiss and Aeon had stepped off the bus together, fingers still laced together, heading straight for the ghoul dorms through the marble hallways of the Abbey. The soles of their boots echoed through the empty halls, the clergy and siblings gone to celebrate Papa's return and the end of a successful tour.

"I'm a ghoul of my word, bug," Swiss leaned down to whisper in their good ear. "Straight to bed with us. I'm going to make you the best nest you've ever slept in, I swear to Belial."

Aeon laughed, fishing in their jeans pocket for the key Aether gave them on their very first day Up Top six and a half months ago. "That's not a high bar," they cackled, checking him with their shoulder.

"Still," he grinned. "You wanna grab your bedding from your room or do you just want to use mine?"

They pulled out their key, readjusting the strap of their duffle bag on their shoulder with a shrug. "I'll grab mine too." Swiss lit up, grin sun-bright

The two stopped in front of the plain door that leads to the room Aether had showed them to that first night. Aeon took a moment to fumble with the lock, refusing to let go of Swiss's hand. The door swung open, hinges creaky with months of disuse. The room was just as plain as it was before they left, and Aeon itched to rearrange the furniture, make it a little more theirs now that they were confident that this wasn't a temporary thing.

Reluctantly, Aeon let go of Swiss's hand, but instead of going to their bed, they felt Swiss's gaze on their back as they ducked under their desk, scooping up all of their sheets and blankets and pillows. "Baby," the multighoul said, and Aeon straightened, barely able to see over the pile of bedding in their arms. His tone was devastating, soft and almost sad.

"Yeah?"

"Were you sleeping under your desk?"

Aeon shifted the pile of fabric and took a step back as they took in Swiss's expression. His eyes went soft, but a deep frown lined his face. They cocked their head. "Yeah?"

"Oh, baby," he said again with that same sad tone. "Sweetheart."

"What?" Aeon said, kicking their door shut as they came back to him.

Swiss shook his head, taking a deep breath. "You need help locking up? Or help carrying that?"

"I got it, thanks," they said, shuffling their bedding into one arm as they fit the key in the lock again. They couldn't take Swiss's hand again, but they stood as close as they could to make up for it as they headed down the hall to his room.

Swiss had a much easier time getting his door unlocked, holding it open for Aeon as he ushered them inside. "Just dump those on my bed, alright, baby?"

Aeon nodded, setting the sheets down on his neatly made bed. Without the pile of fabric blocking their view, Aeon took a look at Swiss's room as the multghoul flicked on a string of soft lights, dropping his duffle bag on his desk chair.

It's much more lived in that Aeon's, which made sense, Aeon supposed. He'd been Up Top for far longer than they had. There were shelves of books and records that lined his walls, a guitar not unlike the one he played on tour mounted above his desk. There was a hanging plant near the window, curtains open and letting in the light, illuminating the dust particles floating in the air.

Swiss sighed as he kicked off his boots. "Finally. Home at fucking last."

Aeon carefully followed suit, taking off their own boots and tucking their duffle bag in the corner.

The multighoul opened his dresser, rummaging through it until he hummed victoriously, pulling out two pairs of sweatpants and a pair of shirts. "I'm gonna change and get you a nest made," he said. "If you want to shower, feel free."

Aeon nodded, eyes suddenly incredibly heavy. They wandered over to the wingback chair by the window, curling up against the cushion as Swiss handed them one of the shirts and pairs of pants. They thought about showering, blinking slowly as they felt the soft, worn fabric in their hands. Aeon shook their head, standing and changing into the offered clothes. They smelled like him.

Swiss's lips quirked up in a smile as he quickly changed, turning to arrange his and Aeon's bedding into, as promised, the best nest. He straightened, a satisfied smile on his face. "You wanna shut the curtains for me, baby?" he asked.

They nodded, pulling the black out curtains shut, casting the room in darkness with the exception of the string lights above Swiss's double bed. He settled into the nest, patting the space next to him. "As promised, buggy," he said, teeth glinting as he grinned in the low light.

Aeon returned his grin, crawling into Swiss's nest, plastering themself to his side between him and the wall. The nest was softer than anything Aeon had ever felt before, sinking into a carefully arranged pile of sheets and blankets and pillows. Swiss curled his hands around their biceps, pulling them flush against him.

They let out a little "oof" when their chests collided, both of them staring in silence for a moment before they burst into laughter.

"So," Swiss crooned, nosing at their cheek as they laughed. "Is this the best nest you've ever had or what?"

Aeon's nose crinkled up, cheeks dimpling with their laughter. "Oh yeah," they laughed. "'S really soft." They noticed their words beginning to slur, eyes growing heavy.

"And there's the crash," Swiss said, yawning. He carded his fingers through their hair, Aeon keening at the touch. "Sleep as long as you need."

It's warm, and soft, and now that they'd finally stopped moving, Aeon realized that Swiss was right, drifting off to sleep.

They don't leave the nest for hours. Or it could be days. With the curtains drawn, Aeon's not sure. Sometimes they wake, still held fast against Swiss's form. Their hands settle on the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his locs subconsciously. Sometimes Swiss wakes, and even in their sleep, Aeon can feel his blunt, glamoured fingertips carding through their hair, tracing patterns against their spine.

And sometimes they wake together, only getting up to use the bathroom, to raid the ghoul kitchen for snacks and water, dried fruit and nuts and the single serving bags of Dew's favorite spicy chips, before retreating back to the nest. They'll pay for that particular transgression later, but Aether and Dew's door hasn't opened once since the band returned to the Abbey, so they're not particularly worried.

For now, Aeon lets Swiss keep his word, keeping them in his bed, safe in his nest, and Aeon drinks it up. The smell of him is much stronger here, and Aeon spends long moments with their face buried in his chest, his shirt, his bedding.

"Can you even breathe like that, bug?" Swiss laughs, hand caressing the back of their neck. Aeon doesn't raise their head to answer, mumbling into his chest. Swiss hums, ducking down to press a kiss between their horns, and Aeon chuffs happily, if not half-asleep.

"There we go, sweetheart," he whispers, shifting until he's on his back, Aeon curled up on his broad chest. They chuff again, already slipping back into sleep, their body making up for all of the sleepless nights they spent on the road.

The creak of the door handle startles them awake next. Aeon pushes themself upright, lips peeled back in a terrified snarl as the door pushes open slowly. The sudden movement and noise wakes Swiss, as light from the hallway pools into his room, lighting the dim space.

It barely takes half of a second for Swiss to register the open door, the budding tinge of terror on Aeon's scent, before he's shoving them off of him, sitting up between them and the door. He reaches behind him, fingers curling in the fabric of Aeon's borrowed shirt. A deep growl bubbles up in his chest, and Aeon's never heard him make a sound quite like that.

But Aeon sees the glowing pairs of purple and copper eyes silhouetted by the hall light, and Dew clears his throat as he and Aether look in. "Quit fucking growling, asshole, s'just us," he says, scoffing, even though Aeon can hear the worry seeping through his tone.

Swiss has the wherewithal to at least look sheepish, padding his tail against the mattress. "Sorry," he says, but the tone of his voice says he isn't.

"We just wanted to say hello," Aether says, smiling easily like one of his packmates hadn't just been growling at them. "Haven't seen hide nor hair of either of you in the last three days. Got a glimpse when you came off of the bus, but to be fair, we ran off pretty quick." He chuckles, looking at Dew with a softness in his eyes, an arm around his waist.

Aeon whistles under their breath. They'd been in Swiss's nest for three days.

"We've been out," Swiss says, and Aeon feels how tense he is still, his back against their chest. It's just their packmates, one of whom they've only had a few glimpses of in the last several months. They don't know why he's so worked up. "We went to the kitchen."

"Yeah, to steal my chips," Dew scoffs, but he's laughing as he toes at an abandoned foil package that didn't quite make it to the trash can, but neither of them had been assed to get up and actually throw away.

"Invite yourselves in, why don't you?" Swiss laughs, but he's still tense. Aeon sits up straighter behind him, hooking their chin over his shoulder.

"Hi, Aeth," Aeon says, voice heavy with sleep and, apparently, three whole days' worth of disuse. "Missed you."

Aether grins, opening the curtains, much to Swiss and Aeon's dismay. They both hiss, squinting in the bright afternoon light. "Missed you too, pup. You too, Swiss."

Dew stares as the room brightens, and Aeon watches his mouth fall open, eyes brightening with a disbelief and a delight. "Swiss," the fire ghoul says slowly. "Satanas, you didn't-" He gestures loosely at the nest, where Aeon's light grey sheets mix with the dark burgundy of Swiss's own bedding.

Swiss tenses further, tail wrapping around his own thigh, spade thudding nervously against the meat of it. "Spitfire."

"Aeth, look at his bed," Dew says, and Swiss covers his face with his hands, groaning. "Tell me that's not what I think it is."

Aether turns from opening the window, bringing in a waft of fresh autumn air, and Aeon watches his clever eyes dart back and forth between the nest, Swiss, Dew, over to Aeon, and back again. A grin slowly grows on the older quint's face, baring his gold fang.

"Belial, Swiss," Dew throws his head back, crowing with laughter. "You made them a hearth, didn't know it was that serious!"

"Shut up," Swiss says, muffled into his hands.

Dew ignores him, still laughing. "Waited all of a week to get them into your bed, huh?" He crows. Aether's still grinning at Aeon. "We walked in on a fucking hearth. No wonder you were growling like you were feral, you spent the last three days fucking in a hearth-"

Swiss's head snaps up, growling again. He almost clips the back of his skull against Aeon's horn. "Shut the fuck up, Dewdrop," he snaps, voice rumbling dangerously around the edges of the ghoulish words.

All three of the other ghouls freeze, Aeon squeaking softly under their breath. Swiss hears it, their mouth practically against his ear, and sighs, shoulders slumping as he presses his cheek against their temple. "I'm sorry. Nothing like that happened. We've just been sleeping. Please just drop it."

Dew holds his hands up, palms facing the nest. "Didn't mean to insinuate," he says, still leaning against the doorframe, grinning. "Didn't know you were the hearth type, Swiss."

Swiss grunts, staring at Dew with grit teeth.

"Well, darling," Aether butts in, a similar smug look on his face. "You didn't seem the type either."

"Oh, shut up," Dew rolls his eyes. "It worked on you."

Aeon's eyes dart from ghoul to ghoul, brow furrowed. "Um," they breathe, not exactly liking the way all three of the older ghouls turn to face them. "I don't wanna interrupt, but what do you mean? What's a hearth?"

"Oh, no," Aether breathes. Swiss buries his face in his hands.

"Oh, Lord Below, of course you didn't tell them," Dew laughs. "I'm gonna let Swiss explain this one to you, voidling, seeing as you're in one." The fire ghoul jabs a thumb towards his mate. "This guy didn't know what a hearth was the first time I made him one either."

"Of course I didn't know," Aether argues. "I wasn't raised with fire pack customs."

"Exactly," Dew stresses, leveling a look at Aether. "Neither were they."

Swiss hasn't moved, breathing so shallow that Aeon can't feel it from where they're pressed up against his back. They chirrup, trying to be comforting, but still questioning. Swiss groans, tilts his head back until their cheeks are pressed together. "I'll tell you, bug, but will the two of you leave us alone?"

Dew nods, suddenly incredibly solemn, hand over his chest. "Of course. Aeth?"

Aether nods, stepping closer to the bed to run a hand over Swiss's locs, finger trailing along the ridge of his horn. "I'm glad you're home, spark."

Swiss hums, leaning into Aether's touch for just a moment, flashing him with the brightness of his smile for a second. "Glad to be home too, big guy."

He grins, turning to his fellow quintessence ghoul, running blunt fingers through their hair. "Congratulations on finishing your first tour, pup."

Aeon smiles, not as bright as they would have, the uneasy tension sour on the air, but they press into the touch like a pleased cat. "Thanks, Aeth."

The pair of them step out, Dew flashing Swiss a mischievous grin before shutting the door behind them.

Swiss sighs again, running a hand through his locs, eyes squeezed shut. He shifts until he's sitting straight and cross legged, and Aeon props themself up to sit next to him, their thighs pressed together. "Did Caldera, did she ever make nests? Specifically, did she ever make one for Oasis?"

Aeon cocks their head, curiosity washing over and dampening the sting of their names on his lips. "No," they tell him. "We were moving constantly, didn't have somewhere secure for a nest like that. He'd give her stones all the time, though. He said it was a water ghoul thing."

Swiss's ears pin back to his skull and he tenses again, fingers flexing, hands in his lap. "Shit."

Aeon darts out, grabs one of his hands, seeking contact. He melts, eagerly taking theirs. His thumb traces over the back of their hand, and his eyes track the movement. "Can you tell me what Dew meant?" Aeon breathes. "About it being a fire thing?"

He nods and squeezes their hand.

"We- No," Swiss winces. He starts again. "Fire ghouls come from the coldest circles of the Pits. They're the only ghouls that can survive there, because the fire in them keeps them alive." He rests his other hand over his heart. "But sometimes, in the longest, darkest nights, one fire wouldn't be enough. You could go to sleep fine, and your flame would freeze and go out by morning. So, most fire ghouls tended to sleep together with partners or big family piles."

Aeon listens intently, resting their head on his shoulder. "You said that was something you missed from your birth pack, right?"

Swiss snorts, turning to nose at the crown of their head. He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes shut as their scent hits him. "I did say that. My family was from the City, so we weren't exactly worrying about freezing to death, it was more a comfort thing. But this isn't quite like that."

They wait for Swiss to continue. "What's it like, then?" they ask, yawning.

"A hearth is-" He nuzzles into their hair again, hot breath blowing the strands as he hums. "If you were single, and looking for a partner, you'd offer to build your potential partner a hearth, a nest of your own bedding, to prove you could provide and protect each other's flames. And if they offered their own bedding in return, you had been accepted, and they were interested too. I know I didn't ask, and I asked you for your bedding instead of you offering, but that's what Dew saw. He made a hearth for Aether before he asked him to be his mate."

Aeon cocks their head, sleepily blinking up at him. "It's a mates thing?"

"Yeah," Swiss shuts his eyes and heaves a breath. "It's like a courting nest. I'm sorry, bug. Haven't thought of myself as fire for so long, I didn't realize what I was doing, didn't ask if it was okay. Didn't put a name to what I was doing."

They straighten, shift to look at him dead on. Their hands come up to his face, smoothing over the three day's worth of unshaved stubble. It scratches their palms just right, and Aeon watches the little furrow in his brow smooth out.

"You don't have to apologize," they say, entranced by the shift in the gold of his eyes. "Did you mean it?"

He hums curiously, the little furrow back on his brow. "Did I mean it?"

"Nobody's ever been interested in me like that," they admit in a little voice. Swiss's hands curl around their own, just touching. "Are you? Do you mean it?"

Swiss thinks, and Aeon feels a pit growing in their stomach the longer he doesn't answer.

"Aeon," he says, smoothing his thumbs over the back of their hands. They look up, catching his eye. "Of course I mean it. I love you, bug."

"Then I accept," Aeon says, as easy as breathing. "I want that. I love you too."

He grins, bright and golden, just as warm as the nest they've spent the last half a week in, and Aeon grabs his hands tighter, nose crinkling up in laughter.

"I'm glad we got you, Aeon," Swiss says, smile softening. He kisses their cheek, warm and flushed deep violet.

"I'm glad it was me too," they whisper, leaning forward to shove their face in Swiss's throat.

He embraces them, rubbing up and down their spine, and Swiss's heart jumps when he realizes he can't feel the knobs of their spine. "I hate to say it, lovebug, but we should probably go have something real to eat, see the others."

Aeon whines, but their stomach chooses that moment to growl, and both ghouls burst into laughter at the timing. They stand, begrudgingly leaving the warmth of their hearth to rejoin the rest of their pack.

#happy birthday liss!! <3 #will i ever write anything that isn't sickly sweet #the world may never know #dot's writing #eternal heatstroke #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #swiss/aeon #phantom ghoul #swiss/phantom #< for tagging purposes

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liss-art · 10 months

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A tiny backstory of the art - I opened tmblr 2 day ago and saw a text that blew my brain IMMEDIATELY.

I hardly waited till the end of my work XD

@uchihacollector and @thetoaddaddy thank you for inspiration! For those who dislikes WORDS here's a bald picture XDD

#art #digital art #fan art #naruto #orochimaru #jiraiya #jiraoro #orojira #orochimaru x jiraiya #liss is bad at writing tags or comments #and envies those who is good at #my art #by liss art

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stray-kaz · 7 months

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Buoyant : a Roronoa Zoro x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Zoro finds himself unexpectedly falling for the young single mother Nami rescued, along with her little girl.

The gentle rise and fall of the rolling sea stirred you to wake, inching over onto your side to search for your daughter. Your eyes, once sealed shut by sleep, flew open when you didn't feel her beside you, the once warm depression where her body had lain now cool and empty.

"Amada?"

You scrambled out of the bed and threw on clothes, hastily buttoning and shoving your already socked feet into your boots. You didn't think that any of the crew members of the ship would let anything happen to her, but your heart remained lodged high in your throat until your boots met the deck and you glimpsed an unforgettable sight.

Roronoa Zoro gripped a wooden sword, the second of the pair being grasped fiercely by a much smaller hand, jewel bright eyes fixed on the swordsman's face.

Your daughter's long dark hair was pulled back from her face in an untidy ponytail, undoubtedly the work of Zoro himself, fingers perfect wrapped around the hilt of a sword but clumsy with a little girl's hair. Especially a little girl who was looking up at him like he lassoed the sun just for her.

You sat down on one of the wooden stairs to watch, not saying a word or making a sound. You drew your knees up to rest your chin on them, staring intently as Zoro put your five year old through her paces, teaching her slowly how to step and parry and weave.

"Cute, huh?"

You glanced up at the sound of the familiar voice to see Nami standing above you.

"I didn't know he could be like this" you admitted quietly.

She snorted and dropped down next to you on the stairs.

"You'd be surprised."

"Did she ask him to show her?" you asked, curious.

Nami shook her head.

"No. Luffy dared her to see if she could take his sword without him noticing. He noticed."

You sucked in your breath, your gaze snapping back across the empty deck to your daughter, your heart walking around outside your body. Nami put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently.

"Don't worry" she said softly. "All he did was tell her that his was too sharp, too dangerous for her to play with, but if she wanted to learn, he could teach her."

Nami rolled her eyes as she continued.

"Zoro knows it was Luffy's idea, not Amada's. He'll look after her."

More footsteps and a plate of pastries was extended beneath your nose.

"Tangerine tart?" Sanji inquired casually. "Breakfast and a show, darling?"

You looked up at him and took one.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

He sat down a few steps behind you and it wasn't long before Usopp and Luffy joined him, drawn by the smell of fresh baking.

"How long do you think it'll be before he realises he has an audience?" Usopp murmured.

Not long, apparently. Before you could answer, Zoro turned and looked right at you, his unfathomable dark eyes fixed on yours. You didn't notice you were holding your breath until Amada tossed down her wooden sword and threw herself across the deck to you, cutting through the tension with a giddy laugh.

"Mama!" she crowed in your ear, making you wince. "Roro is teaching me how to sword fight!"

You held her tightly, meeting his eyes again over her head.

"Is he now?" you murmured, and kissed her cheek. "Are you listening carefully to everything he tells you?"

Amada nodded enthusiastically and bounced up to snatch a tart from the plate Sanji was holding out to her. You stood up and Zoro strode across the ship's deck towards you. You were standing in his way, but he just sidestepped you neatly and jogged up the steps, reaching down to ruffle Amada's ponytail as he went.

Something hot and bright burned in your chest and you followed him, still painfully aware of the collective gazes of Luffy and his crew all watching after you.

Zoro spun before you could get within touching distance of him, and you remembered Nami telling you how protective he was of his back. He raised his eyebrows at you.

"Can I help you with something?" he asked.

You arched an eyebrow back and held up the tart you still hadn't bitten into.

"You hungry after playing swords with my kid?" you retorted.

He shook his head, but you were standing close enough to see his pupils expand as you bit through the pastry to the filling, sweetness filling your mouth.

"I was not playing" he snapped.

"You cannot pretend you were not just playing with my daughter and ruffling her hair. There were witness, Roronoa."

Zoro snorted, fighting the shiver that rippled the length of his spine at the sound of his given name spilling over your lips.

"They are unreliable witnesses. You realise they're all basically certifiable?"

You swallowed and his gaze tracked the line of your throat.

"But I'm not" you said stubbornly.

Zoro sighed.

"I think salt's gotten in your eyes" he muttered flatly.

Your other eyebrow lifted.

"I think you've gotten in my eyes."

You watched his eyes widen a little before he tried to hide his surprise and play off cool, but the edge of his smile shattered the illusion and you bit back a shy grin before he shrugged his shoulders and turned his back on you.

You had just taken another bite when Nami snuck up next to you and elbowed you in the ribs. You yelped and eyed her.

"You like him!" she sang, smirking.

You felt heat rise in your cheeks and glanced away, chewing furiously. Usopp tore past you both and caught up to Zoro just before he disappeared in the direction of his room. He jabbed his elbow into his side, grinning profusely.

"You like her!" he crooned.

Zoro pinned him with a dark stare and shook his head.

"No. I don't" he said sternly. "You're all losing your damn minds. Not that you had much there to begin with."

He shoved away from Usopp, but he didn't get far before a streak of dark hair and patchwork clothes shot after him and launched onto his back. Zoro grunted, then hitched Amada higher to grip his shoulders properly so she wouldn't fall. She giggled and kissed him hard on the cheek before laying her head on his shoulder as he carried her deeper into the ship, ignoring Usopp's broad grin.

He was not going soft. He did not like you.

The shoulders of the sea heaved and rocked under the Going Merry and black rain and salt lashed the window mere feet from your bed. A particularly hard jolt sent you gasping upright, clawing at the sheet. A glance to your right told you Amada was still sleeping soundly; a week's worth of lessons with Zoro left her exhausted by the close of each day and a hurricane wouldn't rouse her.

You slowly slipped from the bed and padded quietly across the floor, catching your balance against the wall and the door frame as the ocean continued to protest your presence above it.

Only a few lamps burned in the ship's halls, so you worked your way into the depths mostly in darkness, the shadows flickering all around you.

You barely recognised where you were headed, your half asleep mind refusing to cooperate, but the moment you laid eyes on Zoro's tightly closed door, you understood. He was a steady structure in the face of a storm, and a nightmare.

You didn't knock, just turned the handle and slipped inside, reclosing the door at your back. As your eyes adjusted to the gloom, you saw Zoro flat on his back in the middle of his bed, one arm down by his side and the other flung up covering his eyes. He was semi dressed as he slept, a light cotton shirt open to just above his navel. A white sheet covered the rest of him.

You shuffled over to the side of the bed and eased onto the mattress, biting your lip as it compressed a little under your weight. But Zoro didn't move, so you continued, crawling over him before slowly, so slowly, settling your body over his, your head tilted on his chest so you saw as one eye cracked open.

You expected him to shove you aside, to throw you out, but instead he just closed that eye and shifted his arms to wrap around you, locking you comfortably against him. You turned your head to press you ear flat against his chest, the steady thud of his heart acting as a lullaby.

It wasn't long before the storm and your nightmare disappeared into the recesses of your memory and you fell asleep.

The heat of the morning sun woke you and you shook your head to clear it of the early brain fog, quickly realising you were not in your own bed and you were laying snugly on top of someone else. You opened your eyes properly and blinked at Zoro, who was already awake and watching you, waiting for you to regain consciousness.

"Hello, sleepyhead" he murmured, his voice throaty from sleep. "Nightmare?"

You nodded and tried to pull away, sit up, but he just rested his hand on the back of your head and stroked your hair, your eyes struggling to remain open with his touch.

"Don't like storms" you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes.

Zoro huffed a laugh and gave you an amused half smile.

"Really? And you live on a ship?"

You shrugged and nestled closer to him until the top of your head rested just underneath his chin.

"Nami rescued us" you reminded him. "I am grateful for that every day. A few storms are easy payment for feeling safe."

As if in response to your words, his free arm tightened around you again and he swallowed hard.

"Do you?" he asked quietly. "Feel safe here?"

You pushed up, shuffling to sit over his hips, and this time, he didn't stop you, just stared up at you, your hair falling forward to curtain your face. He reached to push it away, gathered it together in his fist, a makeshift ponytail.

"Yes, I feel safe here" you answered him softly. "I don't fear for Amada every day anymore. I know she has Luffy to protect her. She has you."

A faint flush bled into his cheeks and he blinked slowly, his eyelids suddenly heavy, but he didn't try to look away.

"I have you?"

The question was unsure on your tongue, bittersweet. But in spite of all his protestations to the contrary, Zoro hadn't even felt the crumbling earth beneath his feet before he fell for you. He did like you.

Zoro didn't give you a verbal answer. He just wrapped a hand around your nape and tugged you down, rising up to meet you halfway, his fingers branding your skin and his lips warm from sleep as they pressed against yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed and one of your hands found his jaw, holding it as if it were made of glass.

Zoro pulled back after several seconds and whispered into your skin.

"I'll chase away your nightmares any time, flower."

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stray-kaz · 5 months

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First Kiss, Next Kiss : a Roronoa Zoro x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Roronoa Zoro was your first kiss, but after Kuina died, you were pulled out of training and figured you would never see him again. But history repeats.

Seven years ago

You sat at the edge of the practice arena, out of reach of the flashing swords, but close enough to read the frustration painted all over Zoro's face as Kuina repeatedly pushed him to the edge of his skill. You winced when he landed on his back again, fury etched in his skin.

Kuina glanced at you when Zoro snatched his sword up from the ground and stormed off, flicking her sword out in the direction he had disappeared to. You pushed to your feet and hurried after him, narrow hilt bumping against your hip.

You found him at the running brook in the forest surrounding your home, sitting slumped with his swords cast to one side. He glanced to the side as you approached from the left, reaching up to scrub a furious tear from the corner of his eye.

"I'm fine" he muttered, trying to glower fiercely at you and failing.

You sat down on the grass next to him, adjusting your sword carefully.

"Yeah, you look fine" you replied casually. "But you ran away again."

He narrowed his eyes at you.

"Again" he growled.

"Yes, again" you repeated.

"Stop coming after me."

"Stop running away."

Zoro opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again, huffing through his nose.

"Kuina keeps beating me" he said finally, surprising you. "I'm not as good as her."

You shook your head.

"But you will be if you quit running away and let her show you properly. Your ego gets in the way of your improvement, Roronoa Zoro. Time to grow up."

He blinked at you.

"Grow up? You grow up!"

He bounded to his feet and glared down at you, chest heaving. You followed suit more calmly, eyeing him curiously. You watched him retrieve his twin blades and raised your eyebrows. He jerked his head towards your katana hanging from your hip.

"Come on" he said, his jaw tight. "Your turn. See if you can beat me."

You rolled your eyes.

"You know I can't. I know I can't. What's the point?"

Your eyes widened as he stepped toe to toe with you, his eyes wide and dark, almost afraid.

"Please" he said softly, and your resolve crumbled.

Roronoa Zoro never said please to anyone. You slowly drew your blade and raised it, heart pounding.

The first strike of steel on steel rang in your ears and you fought back, knowing that his drive and desire to win far outweighed yours. He wanted to have a victory, so you would let him have it.

Zoro pushed you back and back, away from the babbling water, your feet sliding and skidding on the damp grass and leaves. All you could hear was the sound of your soft shoes struggling for grip and your heavy breathing, the clash of the swords as you defended yourself against Zoro's onslaught.

You could hold your own against most of the boys, but apart from Kuina, Zoro was the best and you barely even realised he had you beat until you had your back against a tree and the shining edge of his blade hovering two careful inches from your throat.

His throat worked hard as he caught his breath and there was a dark gleam of triumph in his eye you just had to get rid of. You let your sword arm drop, tossing the katana onto the grass. Zoro lowered his sword in confusion and you took your chance, feeling the flat of the blade press harmlessly against your collar as you kissed him.

His eyes widened and his fingers flexed uselessly around his sword hilts. You pulled away and stared up at him. He had gone perfectly still, except for his eyes, which were darting frantically between your eyes and your lips. You opened your mouth to speak, to apologise, but he cut you off mid breath, kissing you back so sweet for such a furious boy.

When he stepped back, your eyes were bright and there was a flush tinting his cheeks. He bent and picked up your katana, sliding it back into its sheath for you, his fingers grazing against your hip for a moment.

"We should probably be getting back" he murmured, biting at his lip.

You nodded as he sheathed his twin blades before shyly reaching for your hand, his skin warm on yours.

A few days later, you were gone.

Present Day

Hidden backstage at Buggy's circus, you twitched awake at the sound of doors slamming and the thud of a body against the spinning target wheel. You sat up slowly, wincing at the aches from bruises and knife pricks, drips of blood long since dried up.

Glancing to your right along the curve of the room, you could see a woman with orange hair crouching like a feral cat in the corner of her cage, gaze fixed on the pirates swaggering back out of the room. You didn't look at her for long, your gaze drawn by force towards the man tied to the spinning wheel. Your eyes widened.

Dark green hair, dark brown eyes, a trio of swords haphazardly leaning against the wall a few feet from him. That white hilt... He was older, obviously, and harder looking, but that was still...

"Roronoa Zoro!"

The name exploded out of you and you clapped your hands over your mouth, shocked. Two pairs of eyes searched you out and you slowly stood, wrapping your fingers around the bars of your own cage. Zoro strained against his bonds, his jaw tensing at the sight of you. He remembered.

He spoke your name between gritted teeth and the flame haired woman narrowed her eyes at you.

"You know each other?" she demanded. "Oh man, this can not get any weirder."

"I wouldn't count on that" you replied dryly, tugging aimlessly on the rope tied around your ankle. "With these clowns? There's no end to the weird."

You could feel Zoro's hard stare raking down your body and shifted your weight uncomfortably.

"What did they do to you?" he growled. "How long have you been here?"

You shrugged.

"Anything. Everything. Knives, fists, hot pokers. How long? No idea now. Lost track of the months."

Zoro closed his eyes and focused on regulating his breathing. The woman looked between you two, focusing last on you.

"Speak" she ordered.

You sighed.

"We grew up and trained together. Our friend...died. My father pulled me out of training and I haven't seen Zoro since we were fourteen."

As you were speaking, the woman freed a lockpick from her hair and started working on the cage lock. Suddenly, the echo of screams pitched into the room and Zoro tipped his head toward the woman.

"Hurry up, Nami. Work faster."

The door slammed open and a pirate with striped hair strode right up to Zoro. His eyes flicked to Nami and then to you before he pretended to pay attention to the other man's years long desire to put Zoro's head in a bag.

You couldn't control the gasp that slipped out when the pirate stepped back from the wheel and held up a knife. His gaze slid to you, an ugly smirk twisting the corners of his mouth.

"You know the demon, do you, little mouse?"

You opened your mouth, but Zoro spoke for you as he had done all those years ago.

"Don't look at her, look at me!" he barked.

The first knife buried itself point down beside his head. He didn't so much as flinch. You longed for your sword, laid down long ago.

The second knife landed between his legs, too high. You flinched for him, your fingers curling inwards for your nails to bite into your palms.

Nami worked quietly on her lock, one eye on the clown pirate.

The third blade whistled through the air and pierced the black tie binding Zoro's right wrist. You straightened your spine as he gave it the barest of glances, his dark eyes narrowing a fraction. He opened his mouth and goaded the other man closer with taunts about his brother as he died by Zoro's blade, the tie around his wrist threatening to snap.

Then it did. It loosened entirely and he slammed his fist into the pirate's stunned face. He untied his left wrist, then his feet, as Nami stepped from her cage and went to yours. You ducked out of it and were taken aback to find Zoro's arms tight around you the second your head cleared the metal overhang.

Nami, too, seemed just as surprised, staring at Zoro's back. Your nose pressed hard into his shoulder, your own arms trapped down by your sides as he hugged the breath out of you.

When he stepped back, he cleared his throat roughly.

"I assume you have a plan?" he said to Nami. "Plans seem to be your thing."

She nodded and retrieved her bo staff from where it leaned against a wall with Zoro's swords.

"I say we beat the crap out of every pirate we see."

Zoro grinned.

"Now you're talking."

He collected his trio and passed you the Wado Ichimonji. You stared at it before you wrapped your fingers around the hilt.

"Are you sure?" you asked, tentative.

He nodded.

"I don't want to lose anyone else. Not you" he said steadily, his voice soft.

You followed Zoro and Nami out of the room and back into the Big Top, where a boy in a water filled tank struggled to breathe. Nami growled under her breath and threw her bo staff; it cracked the glass, spidering cracks webbing out across the surface.

Zoro thumbed his sword catches free and drew both swords at once, their sharp edges gleaming in the shadowy lowlight. You slid his third, most precious katana into the air and felt the familiar easy heft of a weapon in your hand, the sweep of it cutting through oxygen.

The next few minutes were a blur of heavy breathing, panic and Buggy's loose limbs flying all over. You took a boot in the head and knocked it into the nearest box Zoro was holding open for you. He slammed the lid down and glanced around in the sudden silence.

The boy, Luffy, bounded over to the clown's captives and started to free them. Zoro wandered over more slowly and joined him, hacking at the chains and manacles until they clattered free onto the ground.

You turned away, returned the Wado Ichimonji to its home and walked slowly outside, raising a hand to shield your eyes from the sudden brightness of the sun you hadn't seen in months. You inhaled deeply, dizzy from all the light and clean air, and swayed on your feet.

Strong hands landed solidly on your waist, keeping you up. They turned you slowly until you were toe to toe with Zoro, deja vu shattering the rest of your senses as the memory of your first kiss flooded in. Still a little dizzy, you held out his katana, but he ignored it, wrapping his arms around you instead. He lifted you onto your tiptoes and kissed you deeply, not minding in the slightest your tiny squeak of surprise.

The sun beat down on your heads, scalding your already burning cheeks. Your hand trapped against Zoro's chest with the sword still clasped in it, you could feel his heart pounding hard. He eased back a few inches to speak, but you pulled him down, sliding your free hand up the back of his neck, and he made a soft sound of relief, pure acquiescence.

As you lost yourself in Zoro's embrace, the other two wandered out and stopped to stare. Luffy pointed, confused.

"Who's she?" he asked.

Nami sighed and shrugged.

"A girl from Zoro's past. His first love, I guess."

"Huh."

Luffy paused only a second or two before leaping over and thumping Zoro on the shoulder. He pulled from you again and glowered at the boy.

"What?" he snapped, curling his fingers around your hand still gripping the third katana.

Luffy beamed widely at you.

"Wanna join my crew?"

Tagging: @writingmysanity @elizabeth-karenina

#roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x female reader #young zoro #liss writes #opla #one piece #opla x reader #one piece x reader #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction

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stray-kaz · 1 year

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Memento Mori : a Kaz Brekker x f!reader oneshot

A/N: A request! Thank you for this idea!

Summary: Reader is poisoned by a rival gang leader hoping to force Kaz to his knees by taking you down. Kaz is afraid and murderous, a fatal combination.

Reader’s nickname, because of her profession, is Bee. (And it’s just easier sometimes to allow use of some kind of name instead of being constantly vague).

Memento mori: remember you must die.

Warnings: Violence, blood, near death. Poisoning. Kaz near breaking point.

Inej flew up the stairs in the Slat to Kaz’s quiet office, Jesper tearing after her, coattails flying out behind him. Matthias waited at the bottom of the flight, your limp, still form in his arms. Nina stood next to him, sweat beading on her forehead as she pressed both hands hard down against your heart.

“I am not a healer, I am not a healer, I am not a healer” she kept muttering.

“You’re all she has” Matthias reminded her gently. “Just keep going.”

Kaz looked up from the ledger he was filling in, irritation written all over his features, when Inej and Jesper burst in, panting. They had run all the way from the bottom of the Barrel.

“What is it?” he demanded.

“It’s Bee” Jesper managed to gasp out. “Talyss stung back.”

Kaz stood with such force his chair skidded away and toppled over. He grabbed his cane from its position leaning against his desk and pushed between Jesper and Inej, making his way down the stairs faster than they’d seen before.

He didn’t make a misstep and he didn’t stumble or fall, but when he saw you, Kaz wondered briefly if this was what death felt like. His hands shivered inside his gloves as he raised a hand to remove an errant curl from your forehead. Nina stared; it was the tenderest thing she had ever seen him do. He loved you.

“My room” Kaz rasped, and stepped aside so that Matthias could carry you upstairs, Nina edging along the banister so she could keep your heart going.

Inej was just finishing preparing Kaz’s bed when you were laid down gently on top of it. She covered up to your waist with a heavy blanket and Nina sank down beside you, her skirts rustling around her.

Kaz hovered like a ghost in the doorway of his own bedroom, watching your face, wan and lax. Your eyes rolled beneath their lids, and just as he was about to bite his tongue, come closer and hold your hand, Wylan skidded into the room and did just that. His knees slammed onto the wooden floorboards and, bright eyes wild, fluffy hair in disarray. He squeezed your hand and you whimpered, still unconscious.

Kaz took a threatening step into the room, but Jesper moved to block him, shaking his head firmly. Kaz glared at him, but for once, Jesper didn’t flinch.

“He’s her friend” he said quietly.

It was true, and Kaz knew it. Wylan was his chemist, bombmaker, demo man. And you were his poison maker, his sting, and the love of his abominable life. You worked with Wylan most days and were more now like brother and sister. He loved you, too.

Wylan looked up at Jesper then, an idea sparking in his eyes.

“You can take the poison” he said, looking suddenly a little feverish himself.

Jesper glanced uneasily around the room as he suddenly felt all eyes on him. He rocked back on his heels, met Kaz’s implacable gaze.

“I’ve never done it” he beseeched, spreading his hands out wide. “This is what killed my mother, Kaz.”

He felt a tug on his hand and glanced down at Wylan.

“You wouldn’t need to take all of it, Jesper. She practices with poisons every day, taking small amounts to build up immunity, always with an antidote to hand. Tonight, you are the antidote. She just needs enough gone for her system to start fighting on its own” he told him.

Jesper looked at Kaz again; he said nothing. Jesper sighed quietly and gently nudged Inej out of the way so he could sit opposite Nina and clasp your other hand. He closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling his way along the channels of your veins, almost able to taste the metals in your blood. Fine dark veins rose on the back of your hand and your eyes flew open to stare at Jesper. You tried to pull your hand away, but he held fast, swallowing hard against the pain.

Kaz’s jaw clenched so tight he thought he felt a tooth crack when your first cry rent the air. Tears spilled over your lashes and onto your cheeks, and you tried again and again to pull away from Jesper, but he was stronger than you and could sense the end of it.

Wylan held tightly to your other hand and Matthias stood sentinel behind him, a stony set to his jaw, though his eyes were worried. Kaz had never seen you cry tears of pain. He had never heard the animal sounds wailing out of you, howling at the walls and the window. He had never seen you break.

He tightened his grip on his cane. He was going to find Talyss and his band of thugs, beat him nearly to his grave and then pour his poison down his throat to send him the rest of the way.

As he turned to leave, he felt a hand lightly brush his sleeve and looked to see Nina. He raised his eyebrows impatiently, waiting.

“Bee is strong enough” Nina said steadily. “There is hope for her, Kaz.”

He merely shook off her hand and spoke over his shoulder as he walked away.

“Hope is dangerous, Nina.”

As Dirtyhands made his way to the bottom of the Barrel, gutter dwellers avoided eye contact and leapt out of his way, edging back into the shadows. He heard the whispers as he passed, cold fury and determination disguising his limp. There were those nearby him who knew why he was there and those who had no idea and were terrified to see him. Either way, both types of people hid their faces and did their best to remain undetected.

The door to Talyss Novak’s converted warehouse was locked, which didn’t surprise or deter Kaz. Normally, he’d go quiet and careful, but tonight he didn’t care for quiet or careful. He didn’t reach for his lockpicks, he simply hefted his cane in both hands and swung it at the door handle. It crunched under the weight of the crow’s head and the inner lock clattered onto the floor on the other side.

Kaz pushed the door out of his way with the toes of one shoe and stepped across the dark threshold, cane still gripped tightly in one fist. His other hand had slipped into his pocket, gloved fingers tightening slightly around the vial of poison he had picked up from the workshop you shared with Wylan along the way. He had no idea if it was the same poison or what it did, but judging by the thick red “!!!” on the white label, it would hurt.

A hand landed on his shoulder and he twisted out from under it, wrenching slightly but not caring. He swung the cane like a truncheon and felt something give wetly under his strength. There was a strangled scream and then they all came out of nowhere, trying their best to take down the bastard of the Barrel. But Kaz would not be taken anywhere tonight. He could smell blood, and he wanted it all, the sounds of your pain still ringing in his ears.

When there were bodies heaped around his feet, some still and noiseless, some groaning pitifully, he reached down and grabbed the coat collar of the most alive one. He moved in nice and close, face blood stained and dripping.

“Your boss” he hissed, teeth bared. “Now.”

A weak hand pointed towards a twisting stair shaped shadow and Kaz dropped him back to the hard concrete floor and stepped away, the men already forgotten.

The staircase was quiet and he could hear the soft sound of blood on his glove slipping on his heavy cane. He reached the top and moved silently along the landing, again reaching for the poison in his trouser pocket. A door at the furthest end of the hallway stood ajar. His instincts screamed that the worst of Novak’s men would be behind that door, but he could not bring himself to care. They would all die.

As he approached the dark side of the door, he heard his name spoken.

“Brekker.”

The door swung open and a single lone man appeared, backlit by the interior. With a flick of his thumb, Kaz released the tiny vial stopper and circled finger and thumb around the glass neck.

“How’s your girlfriend? Still breathing? Or dead as a dormouse?”

Kaz walked forward slowly, clenching his teeth against the pain of hiding his limp. Peripheral room checks told him he was alone with Talyss. The man was a maniac, or stupid. Kaz was betting on the latter.

“Did you really think you could take me down by removing my sting? Novak, I don’t need anyone. You made a mistake thinking that I do.”

“Then why’re you here, Dirtyhands?”

“To make you pay for that mistake.”

Kaz decided to temporarily forgo use of his cane; instead he struck with his other hand, shoving the vial with its contents into Novak’s mouth, swallowing hard against the bitter bile that rose in his throat as his gloved hand forced the man’s jaw up and shut and he heard the splintering of glass plink against his teeth.

Novak screamed through closed lids, Kaz’s hand tightening even harder. Thirty seconds dripped past and Novak finally wrenched himself away, opening his mouth to spit glass and a damp pinkish mist. He coughed, choking, and Kaz realised enough glass had been inhaled to perforate his lungs. Talyss Novak was drowning in his own blood, before the poison even did its work.

Kaz helped him along a little; he lifted his cane and lightly prodded the older man in the centre of his chest with the solid flat end. It didn’t take much prodding before he was flat on his back on the cold rough concrete, rasping blood soaked air in through piecemeal lungs.

Kaz stepped closer and leaned over him, watching until his eyes started to stare and his chest stopped spasming. Then he turned and walked out the way he came, blood and fear pounding in his ears.

When Kaz finally staggered back in through the doorway of his bedroom in the Slat, he saw you sitting up in his bed, leaning heavily against Jesper’s chest but rosy cheeked, damp hair sticking to your forehead. Your eyes were opioid bright, glossy and damp looking, but they focused on him with the ferocity he was used to, and something loosened inside his chest. He opened his mouth, and what came out surprised all of them, but most of all him.

“Please.”

Nina held you up while Jesper eased out from behind you, then plumped several pillows up behind your back and shoulders. Inej briefly touched your shoulder and Wylan blew you a kiss. Nina leaned hard on Matthias as they walked out of the room, followed by the other three.

Alone finally, Kaz shed his cane and coat and almost collapsed onto the bed next to you. He retained his gloves, which you understood; in your current state, sweating and clammy, the touch of your skin on his would remind him too much of Jordie. But he wrapped his arms around you, drawing you down onto his chest, and held on as tightly as he thought you could cope with.

You sighed.

“Is the problem dealt with?” you asked quietly, your voice sounding uncomfortable and hoarse.

Kaz scoffed a chuckle and nodded.

“Yes. The problem is dealt with. No more stinging the stinger.”

“Good. ‘Cause it pretty much sucks.”

Kaz tipped your chin up slightly so he could see your eyes, his expression serious.

“You will improve your immunity” he said, a statement and not a question. “I do not want to do that again.”

What he meant was: I will not survive your near death again. If you die, I will also.

You gazed back at him and nodded.

“I will” you promised. “Never again, Kaz.”

He nodded back, leaned his head on the wall of pillows and closed his eyes, settled for now with the knowledge of you safe in his arms.

Tagging: @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x female reader #liss writes #shadow and bone fic #soc fic #six of crows

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stray-kaz · 7 months

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First Blushes : a Monkey D. Luffy x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Shy teenage reader and Luffy are gently coerced into admitting their feelings for one another.

"You know, you could just tell him."

You jumped and stared up at Sanji, who had found you in your hiding spot, behind the mast but still able to see Luffy perched up high on the figurehead.

"Tell who what?" you blurted out, eyes wide.

He smiled gently at you.

"Luffy. Tell Luffy you like him."

You felt your face burn.

"I don't -"

"Honey" Sanji interrupted. "Everyone sees the way you look at him and listen to every crazy word that comes out of his mouth. We know. It's about time the boy does, too."

You bit your lip and chewed, thinking hard. Then you looked up at Sanji again, eyes big and wide.

"What if he doesn't like me?"

Sanji ruffled your hair.

"Only one way to find out, love."

"How do I tell him?"

"That's up to you. Sing it, shout it, vandalise his beloved Jolly Roger with it. Your choice."

You glowered at him.

"Well, he'd never believe me if I did that, genius" you retorted. "Or like me back."

Sanji grinned at you.

"Tell him. You might be surprised" he urged.

You snorted.

"Yes, surprised by how much heartbreak and rejection hurt."

Sanji rolled his eyes and gently pushed your shoulder.

"Are all teenagers so dramatic?" he sighed.

You sidled out of his reach and shrugged.

"Probably."

You blinked fast, something else suddenly occurring to you.

"Does Zoro know?"

"Zoro knows!" Nami called to you as she wandered past. "Zoro wants to lock you both in a room until you come to your youthful senses."

You dragged a hand down your face, groaning.

"Perfect."

You made a beeline for your bedroom, not even looking up when Luffy passed you on his way to the deck and smiled, his whole face lighting up. His smile fell, though, when you didn't look at him, your gaze fixed on the floor, and he stopped to watch you disappear, your bedroom door slamming at your back.

He made his way out into the light and bounded over to Sanji.

"Is she okay?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder again in case you had returned.

Sanji shrugged, one corner of his mouth quirking up slightly. From the opposite end of the ship, he caught Zoro's eye and raised his voice.

"I'm not sure, Luffy. Perhaps you had better go and check on her. I think she was heading to her room."

Zoro put down his sword and stood up, heading down to them and casually following Luffy at a short distance as he spun on his heels and hurried back to your room at a trot.

From inside your room, you heard Luffy calling your name and knocking hard on your door.

"Are you okay?" he hollered through the wooden barrier. "You seemed sad!"

"I'm fine!" you yelled back, face down on your bed.

On the other side of the door, Luffy turned to Zoro and shrugged.

"She said she's fine."

Zoro rolled his eyes.

"She's not fine. That's just what girls say."

He reached around Luffy, opened the door and shoved him through the gap, then locked it from the outside and leaned against the wood, looking bored.

Inside your bedroom, you glanced up, shocked, when Luffy stumbled in and the door shut with a loud thud. The telltale sound of the lock had you off the bed and on your feet in record time.

"Roronoa Zoro, let us out!" you shouted, barreling past Luffy and hammering on your own door.

His voice came back through muffled.

"Not until you confess!"

Luffy stared at the back of your head, puzzled.

"Confess what?" he asked, reaching out to touch your arm.

At the brush of his fingers on your skin, you recoiled and he stepped back, dark eyes wide. You stiffened, then turned slowly to face him again, your expression contorted with guilt.

"Luffy, I didn't mean to" you said, agonised. "I'm sorry..."

He shook his head and avoided your eyes.

"I don't get it" he told you, still not looking. "You're never...icy with me. Why now? What did I do?"

"Nothing" you sighed uncomfortably, closing your eyes. "You have done absolutely nothing wrong, Luffy. You are always good."

He blinked rapidly at that admission.

"Then...why?" he asked again.

You glanced longingly at the closed bedroom door then back at Luffy. You sat down on the end of your bed and beckoned to him. He caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and looked at you again, his mouth set in a slight pout. But he sat next to you, keeping his hands folded in his lap, careful not to touch you again.

On the other side of the door, you could hear Zoro's shoulders shifting against the wood, his shirt rustling. The air in the room felt warmer than it should be, clogging your lungs and making it harder for you to breathe.

"Monkey" you said quietly, addressing him by his given name.

His eyebrows rose at the sound of it; you never called him Monkey. He murmured your name and tentatively reached for one of your hands, clasping it loosely in his on the cloudy duvet between you.

You took in a deep breath, unconsciously squeezing his hand. Then you very slowly turned to face him.

"I like you, Luffy" you said solemnly.

A broad smile spread across his face, his sunny eyes brightening.

"I like you, too!" he exclaimed, delighted.

You bit into your lip, shaking your head, heart in your throat.

"No" you said softly.

His eyebrows furrowed and another frown replaced his smile.

"What do you mean, 'no'?" he asked.

"No, I like like you" you admitted at last.

Luffy's hand tightened on yours and your eyes closed again.

"Um. Like Usopp likes Kaya?"

His voice was softer than usual and trembled a little in your ears. You nodded and then stood up off the bed, leaving his hand behind, empty on the duvet. Without glancing back at him, his jaw loosened, you walked over to the door and banged on it with both fists.

"I did it, Zoro! I confessed! Now let me out!"

You listened for the click and bolted past him, barely affording him a glance at your face before you were gone. Zoro leaned in through the doorway and eyed Luffy still sitting on the bed.

"She finally tell you?" he asked, eyebrows arched.

Luffy suddenly shoved off the bed and slammed through the open doorway, his brown eyes burning. Zoro flattened his back to the wall and watched him run.

You might have been light on your feet, but Luffy was faster, much faster, and he caught up to you just as you stepped onto the ship's deck. He snatched at your wrist, but you were both still moving forward and the momentum sent you both tumbling down, falling towards the deck.

You shut your eyes tightly, anticipating the blunt impact, but it never came. Luffy stretched and wrapped around you, landing on his back, your forehead jouncing off his collarbone. You stayed there for a little while, allowing yourself to soak in the feeling of his arms around you and his breath in your hair.

Time whipped by, though, and you forced yourself to push away from him, cheeks burning as he stared hard at you, his beautiful eyes darker than usual.

"I like you how Usopp likes Kaya, too" he said quietly, his hands sliding from your shoulders to your elbows.

Your eyes widened again and you stared back at him, surprised.

"You do?"

Luffy nodded, biting his lip.

"I do, yes."

You just continued to stare at him for a while longer and he started to squirm, scooting slightly away. You shook yourself out of it and reached for him; Luffy eyed your hands warily as your fingers closed around the brim of his straw hat. Your grip tightened as you grabbed hold of every bit of courage you possessed and dragged him forward until your lips met.

It was quick and uncertain contact, a swift brush of lips and warm breath mixing, and you withdrew like you'd been burned, lips tingling.

You crawled back off Luffy and rose to your feet, aware now of your audience of crew members. Your whole face on fire, you turned your back, but a quiet voice and a hand on yours stopped you.

"Please don't go."

You turned halfway around, eyebrows raised, but before you could say anything at all, Luffy kissed you back, hat tipped up on his head so it wouldn't get in your way. His mouth was eager and warm, with all the unbridled enthusiasm he gave to everything. You grabbed at his arms, searching for something to keep you on your feet.

When he pulled back to breathe, there were loud cheers and clapping. You glanced around at your friends, feeling hot and embarrassed but thrilled down to your toes.

"About damn time" Zoro said from the doorway.

You smiled shyly up at Luffy and the corners of his eyes crinkled.

"Can we do that again?"

Tagging: @elizabeth-karenina @writingmysanity

#opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy x reader #luffy x female reader #liss writes

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stray-kaz · 7 months

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Tall Blond Pacifier : a Sanji x f!reader blurb

Summary: There is a newborn on the Going Merry and no quiet to be heard.

Velvet night hung outside the ship windows, but a single candle in your bedroom flickered, seemingly to the beat of your baby's screams. His tiny bassinet was empty and he lay in the middle of your bed, flailing tiny closed fists, red faced and miserable.

You were pretty miserable, too, crawling around on hands and knees around the bottom of the bed, searching in vain for the missing dummy. Samson had spat it nearly half an hour earlier and been shrieking ever since.

You groaned and pressed your forehead against the wooden floorboards, ready to give up and cry with him.

You didn't hear the bedroom door open or the quiet footsteps making their way towards the bed.

A few moments passed and you were able to realise that the crying had stopped. Panicked for an entirely different reason, you shoved to your feet and promptly almost fell over again. Sanji looked beyond weary from his day in the kitchen, but he was holding his baby, shirtsleeves rolled back, the tip of one index finger snagged inside Samson's tiny mouth as he suckled furiously, blue eyes at last slipping closed. His tiny chest rose and fell slower and slower as he finally fell back asleep.

"Need some rest, mama?" Sanji asked gently, shaking his hair out of his face and smiling at you.

You nodded and sat down hard on the edge of your bed.

"Yes, please. Could you stay like that for a little while?"

He nodded and watched, swaying easily from side to side, as you crawled under the covers and collapsed on your pillow.

"How was your day?" you mumbled sleepily.

"Not as hard as yours" Sanji replied, looking down at his sleeping son.

But when he glanced at you again, you were already asleep. You hadn't heard a word.

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stray-kaz · 4 months

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Keeping Watch : a Roronoa Zoro x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Zoro would rather coax you into something more fulfilling than keeping watch. Luffy, in all his innocence, would rather interrupt.

18+

"You know, it's very hard to concentrate with your tongue in my ear."

You muttered the words to a Zoro who was distinctly not caring and barely paying attention. He had been tracking you all day, waiting, not patiently, for time alone. And now, he had you firmly on his lap on a deck chair, facing out over the rail to the sky and stars.

And yes, his tongue was driving you to distraction and you could not concentrate.

"They're just stars" he muttered back. "You see them every night."

You tried to roll your eyes and failed.

"Sanji says looking at the stars is very romantic" you argued faintly.

Zoro scoffed and tugged on your earlobe with his teeth. You shuddered right down to your toes.

"So? You're listening to the waiter now?" he demanded, palming none too gently at your hips and making you squirm down against him.

Your skirt rode up your thighs as you shifted, adjusting your legs until they were hooked over the outside of Zoro's, his low chuckle reverberating in your ear.

"Thought you wanted to look at the stars" he teased, bumping up against you on purpose.

"Shut up" you mumbled, wrapping your fingers around the arms of the chair.

You were doing your damnedest not to respond to his teasing and taunts, but as Zoro continued to lightly arch his hips against you, you didn't realise until it was too late that you were already sliding your hips back and forth over him.

A strong, warm hand quested up your stomach, between your breasts and up your throat, before resting gently over your mouth. Faint whimpers you hadn't known you were making pressed against his palm, trapped.

"Hey, pretty girl" he soothed in your ear. "You're okay, but do you want anyone else to hear?"

You remembered where you were and leaned back heavily on his chest.

"Your stupid fault, mosshead" you retorted.

Zoro rolled his eyes and lowered the hand on your mouth to one of your nipples, pinching through the fine material of your shirt. A sharp cry left your mouth and you slapped a hand over it, feeling the man underneath you vibrate with laughter.

"Why are you interrupting my watch anyway?" you grumbled, lowering your hand when no one came rushing on deck to see what the racket was.

Zoro started to gently circle his palm against your nipple, knowing it was sending sparks of heat right down to where he wanted. In spite of your grumpy attitude, you were still moving on him, heat rising in your cheeks as he grew under you.

"Because Luffy and Nami have kept you so busy today, you had no time to slow down. I...I missed you."

You turned your head, fighting to keep your eyes open to look at him as he lifted his other hand off your hip and used his long, dexterous fingers to tease your other breast.

"Roronoa Zoro, do you have feelings?" you mused, nudging your nose against his cheek.

He sighed and pinched you again, reveling in the way your legs flicked even wider apart, your clothed heat pressed snugly on top of his bulge.

"You know I do" he mumbled. "And so do you."

"Everybody knows that" you murmured. "Had a crush on you from day one, mosshead. Ignored all of Sanji's pretty words."

Zoro grinned at that, nudging your jaw until you turned enough for him to kiss you, twisting your hips on his lap. He massaged and kneaded at your breasts as he kissed you, until you were panting into the kiss and had to stop to breathe. He leaned his forehead against the top of your back as you caught your breath.

"Do you want -"

He stopped speaking as you climbed quickly off him and shimmied your underwear off beneath your skirt, kicking it just under the deck chair. You bounced on the balls of your feet as Zoro's small, pleased smile tilted his lips and he lifted himself up just enough to push his pants and underwear to the tops of his thighs, pushing his shirt just out of the way.

You stepped over him on trembling legs and he used both hands to grip you steady, hearing the familiar hitch in your breath as you hold it, the anticipation of sinking down onto his cock burning through you. You felt him push past the breach and slide deeply, flush to the hilt as you settled against his hips, breathing hard at the welcome intrusion. His hands smoothed against you, draping your skirt so that the material covered both you and him and it looked as if you were simply perched on his lap, not full of him and about to collapse from the heat of it.

Zoro wrapped a steadying arm around your waist and pressed his nose to the nape of your neck, inhaling the faint scent of sea and sweat, shaking with the effort it took to let you adjust to him and not slam up into you right away.

Steps on the stairs up to the crow's nest have you both frozen where you sit and you whimpered when your captain bounded into view, holding his hat down against his head. Zoro sputtered a groan against your damp skin, but lifted his head away to look more normal. He couldn't help scowling at Luffy's grin.

"Hey, guys!" he exclaimed, exultant as usual. "Mind if I join you on watch?"

You smiled weakly, barely able to move a muscle. Any tiny shift drove Zoro impossibly deeper, rubbing against your walls, and you couldn't tell your captain that you wanted his first mate to rail you until the only stars you saw were the ones bursting behind your eyelids.

"Okay" you said softly.

Luffy sat down on another deck chair, accidentally kicking yours as he did so, and you tightened your muscles in reaction, trying not to fall. Your mouth slackened and Zoro coughed behind you, trying to cover up a desperate sound as you trapped his cock in a vise.

"You two okay?" Luffy asked, glancing between your dizzied expression and Zoro's half hidden face. "Is she heavy, Zoro?"

You rolled your eyes and Zoro snorted, shaking his head against your back.

"No. She's perfect" he muttered, and you wanted desperately to ride him for that comment alone.

Your thighs were burning just from sitting so still, and you shifted the slightest bit. Zoro's hands clamped down onto your hips, holding you tight and still.

"Hell, pretty girl" he growled into your ear. "Do you want the captain to watch?"

Heat flooded your face and you shook your head.

"Then don't make me come before I've even done this properly."

You shivered and Luffy started to stand, leaning towards you, concerned.

"Are you cold?" he asked. "Do you need a jacket or blanket?"

You frantically shook your head at the same time that Zoro barked, "Sit down!" He was taut as a wire beneath you, his thighs tense supporting your weight, his dark eyes peeking out over your shoulder, mouth pulled into a tight line.

Luffy gaped at Zoro and you hastened to smooth it over.

"No, I'm fine, thanks, Luffy" you interrupted. "Zoro's keeping me warm enough."

You felt him push his forehead hard into the back of your shoulder, hot breaths washing over your back. You tuned out Luffy's reply and focused instead on Zoro; you could have sworn you heard him whimper. You craned your head around to look at him, concerned. His eyes were wide, irises almost gone, sweat gleamed on his forehead, darkened his green hair. His teeth were bared in a silent snarl and his cheeks were flushed.

You reached back to pat him gently and he pushed his head desperately into your hand.

"Please, princess" he whispered harshly. "I wanna... I need to f- Please."

He shifted below your thighs and you felt him press further inside you, taking up all available space. You swung your head back to Luffy, staring directly at him, his brown eyes wide.

"Hey, captain, I think Sanji left out some extra snacks for you, in case you were hungry. They're in the kitchen."

He jumped up off the deck chair and loped away, and Zoro groaned richly in your ear, not losing any time as he started to move, snapping his hips up into you. You cried out before fiercely biting into your bottom lip to quiet yourself, whimpering as he bucked you in his lap, jostling over his thighs.

All restraint gone, Zoro growled as you clenched around him and promptly lost his mind, vision a swathe of red and white. He could feel you tight and warm around him, feel your weight sweet and solid on top of him, breathe you in as he scraped the edges of his teeth along your shoulder.

Far below the crow's nest, the tall blond chef wandered out into the night. Hearing desperate sounds on the sea breeze, he glanced up, curious. But one glimpse of your head lolled back against the swordsman's shoulder, your body moving unsteadily though you weren't standing, had him hurriedly retreating.

Buckling under Zoro's onslaught, you leaned forward a little, grabbing onto his legs for stability, but he was soon pulling you back to him with a gentle grip on your throat, his palm following the fierce motion of your deep swallow, your eyes rolling back.

Zoro rocked up deep and slow against you, setting his lips on the edge of your ear and making you shiver again.

"Hold on tight, flower" he grunted quietly.

You immediately reached back with one hand to bury it in his hair, the other digging down into the meat of his thigh, bliss searing through your nerve endings. You tried to keep up with him, working yourself down onto him as he pounded up into you, but it was no use; Zoro was always stronger than you, but when he got like this, he was impossible to temper.

You released his thigh and lifted your arm, biting into your own forearm to muffle the increasingly loud and desperate sounds tumbling out of your mouth. You found your body turning limp and pliant, moving however Zoro chose, a ragdoll. He already had one hand on your throat, but he then wrapped his other arm tightly around your waist, using the two points as leverage to have you meet his every thrust, your eyes flickering closed at the feel of his fingers lightly branding your throat and the less gentle swell of his cock inside you. You sobbed against your forearm and your body shook.

Zoro growled as his scalp itched and stung from your grip on his hair. He was careless, he knew, carefree, coaxing you into taking him when not everyone was asleep, but you were so willing and so easy to tease. So warm and tight around him, so good for him.

"Hey" he grunted in your ear. "How you doin'? You're okay, right? Taking me so well, princess."

You mewled and ground down against him, panting, mind blanking from his words. You just whimpered as your inner muscles contracted and Zoro's forehead fell onto your shoulder, his earrings jingling against one another. His hips stuttered once, twice, then slammed hard up again as he chased his finish, desperate to find the high he hadn't felt in days.

"You feel so good like this, pretty girl" he groaned. "You okay?"

You managed to nod seconds before he came with a moan of your name, holding you down tightly against his hips as he emptied himself into you.

You trembled around him, trying to relax your body, settle your nerves. The hand on your throat slid up to gently turn your head towards him, his eyes large and dark in his flushed face.

"Sorry I didn't get you there first" Zoro mumbled, abashed. "I -"

You just shook your head and kissed him, feeling his breath tremble into you as if it was your own.

"It's okay" you said softly. "I liked that a lot."

He huffed and kissed you again to hide an even deeper blush.

"Right, okay. Well, we somehow have to finish up this watch and swap off without anyone catching on" he muttered.

"You're staying?" you asked, surprised.

He shrugged.

"Of course" he replied. "After that finale, how could I not?"

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stray-kaz · 5 months

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Neatly Tied With A Bow : a Dracule Mihawk x f!reader Christmas drabble

Summary: Christmas is your anniversary with the baddest pirate around, and he uses the excuse to shower you with gifts.

You lay sprawled across Mihawk's chest, his heartbeat humming the same tune as yours, thudding in rhythm. You were just ready to nod off when he raised your left hand to his gaze and thumbed the rings gently in a circle around your finger.

"You know, little bird" he murmured to you. "I think it's about time I gave you some more gifts."

You pushed up on his chest and looked down at his face and then your ring adorned hand. You scrunched your nose a bit and shook your head, slumping back down against him, warmly settling your naked skin over his once more.

"No" you yawned, pressing a kiss in the middle of his chest.

"No?" he repeated, surprised. "What kind of woman are you, to say no to free presents?"

You snorted.

"The kind who doesn't have an overwhelming need for lots of shiny things, Dracule."

He huffed and stroked a heavy hand down over your hair.

"Those rings I put on your finger look pretty shiny to me" he muttered, looping his fingers into your hair.

You rolled your eyes.

"I know, but they're all I need, husband" you replied dryly.

He kept pressing.

"But Christmas is our anniversary, little bird" he reminded you. "The perfect opportunity for pretty things."

You nuzzled against him, shrugging your shoulders.

"Or we could just stay in bed the whole day" you mumbled, sliding a hand over his hip.

He reached down and caught it, shaking his head at you.

"Enough" he growled. "I will buy you something you like, little bird. You have my word."

When you woke on Christmas morning, your anniversary with Mihawk, the bed was suspiciously empty and his side was cool, barely rumpled. You frowned at it and clambered off the end of the bed, heading out to track him down.

You didn't call out, just wandered through the ship until you found him standing in front of a small mountain of perfectly wrapped gifts, his hands behind his back. You narrowed your eyes on him immediately.

"What is that?" you demanded, pointing to where his arms disappeared behind himself. "And the pile, too. What did I say?"

Mihawk smiled at you and you forced yourself to stand your ground and keep your frown in place.

"You said nothing shiny" he reminded you. "And these aren't shiny. Well, most of them, anyway. Here."

He pulled his hands from behind his back, revealing a tiny black teddy faced puppy with a brilliant gold ribbon wound about his neck. Your eyes were like saucers as you slowly approached to take the puppy from him, lifting the small dog to your face and accepting tiny puppy kisses on your chin.

"Thank you" you said gratefully, walking to Mihawk and rising up onto your toes to kiss him. "I get lonely when you're gone."

He nodded.

"I know. Dagger will fix that, hopefully."

You arched an eyebrow.

"Dagger?" you repeated, eyeing the small pup. "Really?"

Mihawk shrugged at you.

"He has to have a good name. Now, the rest of your gifts await."

You huffed a little and peered round him to look.

"I said nothing -"

Mihawk held up a hand and interrupted you.

"I know you very well, little bird."

You sighed quietly and kissed Dagger's between his ears.

"What did you do?" you asked resignedly.

Mihawk grinned.

"Most of them are books."

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Wind and Rain : a Sanji x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Sanji has always been your anchor, so when a storm hits big enough to rock the Going Merry, you run straight to him. He tries to ease you and calm your panic, but he does it a little too well.

A/N: Self indulgent. Sorry not sorry.

This is for ADULTS.

Wind screamed and rain slashed the windows and wood of the Going Merry. You clamped an oversized pillow over your ears to try and block it out, but the storm raged and beat the ship and the crack of lightning shocked goosebumps all over your body. You had no idea how any of your crewmates could be sleeping through this.

A thunderous boom saw you scrambling out from under your covers and sprinting to the door. You slammed it so hard it didn't catch and bounced back against the wall, standing open, but you didn't care. With adrenaline rushing through your veins, you had only one destination in mind, where you felt safest.

It took several long moments for Sanji to realise someone was actually banging on his door, and that it wasn't just the storm outside. He lifted his head and peered over his shoulder, previously intent on sleeping in preparation for rising early in the morning. But it was not to be, it seemed.

The hammering continued, and as there was no litany of creative insults or begging for food, he knew it wasn't Zoro or Luffy. So he dragged himself out of bed and trekked to the door, swinging it open and blinking hard when he discovered you on the other side of it, dressed only in thin summer pajamas and shivering in the hallway.

His mind slow and sluggish, he was slow to respond, until you crashed forward into him, your face in the centre of his bare chest and arms wrapped tightly around his back. Slowly, he reacted at last, and pressed his hand to the back of your head, his other arm winding around your waist. The skin beneath your ridden up tank top burned his forearm, but he tried to focus not on that and instead on the way you shook against him, like a leaf on the breeze.

"Shush shush, lovely, are you all right? Storms not your thing?" he soothed quietly, his voice raspy from being woken.

You shook your head, pressing your burning cheek against his skin, your fingers interlocking even tighter at the small of his back.

"How did I not know this about you?" Sanji murmured, huffing a bit.

You shrugged.

"Guess you don't know everything about me" you mumbled.

Sanji hugged you tighter until your full body tremors started to dissipate and you relaxed into him, soaking in the warmth of his bare skin against yours. You eventually looked up at him.

"Can I stay in your room and sleep with you?" you asked, biting your lip.

Sanji shook inappropriate thoughts out of his head and nodded.

"Okay, lovely. Come on in. Let me just get a shirt on."

He led you inside and closed the door behind you, and you watched as he found a clean t-shirt and pulled it on, tugging it down over the stomach muscles you hadn't been able to take your eyes off until then. He was usually so buttoned up, you were never able to see him like this. The last time you saw him without a shirt was when he rescued Luffy from a watery death.

But before he could catch you staring, you shuffled over to his bed and flopped down face first onto it, groaning as the muscles in your shoulders and back protested. Sanji arched his eyebrows at the sound and knelt on the bed next to you.

"Aside from the storm, are you okay?" he asked, concerned. "Are you in pain?"

"Always" you mumbled. "Zoro has me running drills with him every day. He says it's to keep me sharp, but I have my doubts."

Sanji snorted, reaching out a hand to stroke your hair down to the base of your neck. He did his best to ignore the tiny shiver that ran through you at the touch.

"Would a massage help?" he asked you. "I'm guessing mosshead doesn't do anything to help with the aches and pains after the drills are done."

"Nope" you replied, shaking your head. "He does not. A massage sounds good."

"Are you comfy?"

You turned your head to the side and wiggled a bit until you were, your arms up underneath the pillow for extra support. You listened to Sanji shuffling on the bed, trying to figure out the best position for him to be in, until he finally settled on gingerly straddling your hips, keeping his weight off you.

He worked his fingers into the taut knots in your shoulders and upper back, blatantly ignoring the lack of bra straps impeding his progress. Of course you weren't wearing a bra; you had been sleeping when the storm rudely woke you up.

You soaked in the feeling of Sanji's fingers digging into your aching muscles, struggling not to moan but not able to help it. He shuffled backwards, pressing his knuckles into your lower back before dragging his palms down the length of your legs. You weren't expecting him to move lower than your back and glanced over your shoulder at him, slowly becoming aware of the slow, warm sensation filling your belly.

Sanji paused, hesitating with his hands curled around the backs of your knees.

"Is this okay?" he asked, eyebrows drawn together slightly.

You nodded, exhaling a little shakily.

"Mmhmm" you murmured.

You had almost forgotten the storm entirely, the warmth and strength of his hands working over your body turning you mindless. His fingertips tickled the back of your knee slightly and you giggled, pressing yourself further into the mattress and widening the gap between your legs without thinking.

Sanji cleared his throat and fumbled his way down your calves before wrapping long fingers around your ankles.

"Feeling safer?" he asked; his voice sounded deeper, throatier, cut with an anxious edge.

"Yes."

You wondered why he sounded like that, but you couldn't ask as you were too busy moaning aloud at the feel of his hands dragging all the way back up your legs and pressing hard into the plush of your upper thighs.

Sanji felt his face fill with heat from the sounds you were making, not to mention his hands were now settled just below the curves of your backside, his thumbs just barely slipped under the soft hem of your pajama bottoms. He shifted his weight around until he was kneeling in between your knees, his body forcing your legs further apart.

You pressed your burning face into the pillow, accidentally inhaling the scent of him: clean soap and sea salt. You blanked for a split second, but it was enough time for your body to betray you and your hips to press back, Sanji's thumbs slipping right up under the edges of your cotton shorts and brushing smooth skin and lace.

He breathed out harshly and you froze completely still, berating yourself for behaving like this with your best friend. Sanji stared down at you, at his hands on you, his mind spinning wildly. Before now, he had only dreamed of touching you like this, more than a hug or a passing shoulder touch. Now, he wasn't sure what to do next.

You told him.

"Don't stop" you mumbled, words muffled by the pillow.

He leaned over you, freeing one hand to gently tilt your head to one side. You blinked up at him.

"What did you say?" he asked quietly. "I need to make sure I heard you correctly."

You closed your eyes and he feathered his thumb across your eyelids and the bridge of your nose.

"Please don't stop" you whispered. "Your hands feel good."

He smiled shyly, even though you couldn't currently even see his face.

"Do they?" he replied softly.

When you nodded, he shifted his hands to your sides, stroking lightly, and toying with the bottom of your tank top, rucking it up beneath his palms. The ship rocked, but you hardly noticed as Sanji's hands skimmed over your back, heated skin revealed by impatient fingers.

He ghosted his palms up to your shoulder blades and back down, stopping just shy of your rear, even though you wriggled to encourage him.

"Would anything else feel good?" he murmured, glancing down at the strain in his own sleep pants.

You whimpered his name into the pillow and pushed back towards him, dizzy with want. He flushed to the tips of his ears and lost his internal battle, sliding his hands down your body again until they curved over your ass, grasping and kneading his fingers deep into the flesh and muscle. You groaned and he leaned down a little, just enough to lightly press his covered tip against you.

You mewled and struggled up onto your elbows to see him over your shoulder. The sight of him almost sent you back down. His cheeks were flushed pink and his hair was disheveled, hanging forward and obscuring one eye, but the other was barely a rim of blue anymore, iris swallowed in black.

"Someday, you'll be the death of me" he sighed, his hips unconsciously rocking into you.

He continued to grip you, holding you steady, a telltale damp spot on the front of his sweats.

"Sanji?" you gasped, surprised. "What?"

He shook his hair out of the way, giving you a glimpse of flush tipped ears.

"I've loved you for years" he admitted. "I've wanted you since I saw you. You're my best friend and I want you in ways you would not understand."

You felt your cheeks heat further as you arched your hips up higher, trying to get Sanji to press against where you really wanted him.

"You have no idea how I feel" you shot back, emboldened and inflamed.

"Huh?"

You couldn't help but smile at his lack of eloquence when he was usually so wordy. When you didn't respond right away, he tickled you over your shorts.

"Tell me" he murmured. "Go on, lovely girl. How do you feel?"

You shivered under the wash of his words.

"Warm" you mumbled. "Safe. Turned on, Sanji."

He released a sigh that sounded like a moan and finally pressed against the seam of your shorts, falling forward over you and landing on his forearms, chin notched on your shoulder, breath hot on your ear, rutting desperate between your legs.

"I'm sorry" he groaned in your ear, even though he did not stop. "You came to me for comfort from the storm, not whatever this is."

You turned your head just enough to brush your lips across his cheek, not close enough to reach his mouth. His breathing hitched again.

"What storm?" you replied jokingly. "This is pretty good comfort, Vinsmoke."

Sanji huffed and wiggled a hand beneath you, pushing it up under your tank top and flattening his palm to your bare stomach. You murmured nonsensically at his touch on your skin and watched the blush rise once more in his cheeks as his hand quested upwards until his thumb brushed the curve of one breast.

You lifted yourself up slightly on unsteady arms, just enough for his wandering hand to shift and fingers to find your nipple, lightly running over it before pinching gently. You cried out and pushed back against him, suddenly caught between two pleasure points and unsure where to go. You could almost feel your heartbeat between your legs and as he simultaneously rocked into you and teased with his fingers, you clenched around nothing and felt tears of frustration building up behind your eyes.

"Sanji" you moaned, trying to push closer to actually get to kiss him.

"Yeah?" he mumbled, tipping his head down to capture your bottom lip in a clumsy half kiss. "What's wrong?"

You could have cried at that question, at being given the chance to answer it.

"Please" you begged. "I feel empty. Please, Sanji. I need...something."

He bumped his forehead gently against yours, eyes dark.

"I can fix that" he murmured, brushing his nose over yours.

A thrill crept down your spine as he slowly withdrew his hand from your chest and walked his fingers back down your belly and then underneath the waistband of your pj shorts, easing them past the elastic of your underwear. You shook, still holding yourself up over the mattress. Sanji felt the tremble of your arms and pulled his hand free, shaking his head at your protesting whimper. He tore his t-shirt off and threw it somewhere in the room, out of sight. Then he sat down cross legged on the bed.

"Come here" he said, holding his hands out.

You scrambled around to perch in his lap, trying not to rub against him as you did so. Sanji carefully pulled your legs apart and hooked each over one of his thighs, spreading you out with ease. The bare skin of his chest and stomach felt heavenly against your back, but the sweet slide of his fingers along your inner thigh was like a drug, smoothing closer and closer to where you wanted them to be.

You pressed hard back against his chest when he pried the fabric of your shorts and underwear away from your skin and pushed his hand inside, groaning quietly in your ear as he watched it disappear over your shoulder and felt the warm of you at the same moment. You panted in anticipation, eyes lidded, and Sanji pressed his lips to your ear as one finger slowly pressed inside you to the hilt, as deeply as it could go, and you trembled, moaning helplessly.

You rocked in his lap, chasing the feeling, chasing more. He crooked his finger slightly, stroking inside you, curious.

"This good?" he murmured. "What do you like, lovely?"

Your head thudded back on his shoulder, your gaze fixed on his wrist as it moved steadily back and forth.

"More" you pleaded. "I like more."

You didn't care that he could probably feel the heat of your face as you pressed into his neck; all you cared about was the second finger he added and the cool metal of his ring tugging at your entrance with each thrust. And then his palm brushed your clit and your whole body jerked, legs opening impossibly wider for him.

You reached up blindly behind you and grasped Sanji's hair, wrapping it around your fingers and using it to anchor yourself, reveling in the sensation of his touch and the sound of his soft moan in your ear. He kept the pace of his hand painstakingly steady, winding you slowly up, up, up. Until you gripped his hair tighter and tilted your head to suck hard beneath the sharp line of his jaw.

Sanji growled and his hips bucked, his fingers suddenly gaining speed, pressing repeatedly on the soft spot where you wanted them, his palm catching roughly over your clit.

"Happy?" he gasped, feeling you contract like a vise around his fingers. "Finished?"

You dragged his head down and kissed him, rolling down against his hand, still searching.

"Please, Sanji" you whispered into his mouth.

He sped up again and ground his palm against you, groaning through his teeth when you whimpered and came on his fingers, clenching tightly on them inside you. He shifted his other hand down to your leg and stroked soothing circles into the soft skin above your knee, humming quietly to offset the loud pounding of his heart against your back.

Your head lolled against his shoulder as the last tingles dissipated and he carefully pulled his hand free, your eyes slowly fluttering open again.

"Can you breathe?" Sanji asked quietly.

You nodded and he smiled, kissed your temple. He carefully manouevred you off his lap and laid you out flat on your stomach again, smoothing his hands down your back and pausing at your shorts.

"I can stop now" he told you. "We don't have to go any further."

"Don't you dare" you replied, lifting yourself up again to turn your head and meet his gaze. "Please keep going. I can tell you're not done."

Sanji glanced down at himself and sank his teeth into his lip, looking down at you again. He plucked at the material still covering you and you wriggled a little. He took the hint and slowly pulled your shorts and underwear down, relishing in your little shiver. He leaned forward and kissed the base of your spine, warm breath washing over you. He backed off the bed to stand, settling his hands on the waistband of his sweats. Pink rose in his cheeks as he realised you were watching him.

"Go on" you murmured.

His eyes on yours, he pulled his sweats down and off over his feet. He didn't miss how you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and shifted down the bed toward him on your knees. He knelt on the edge and you started to flip over to your back, but he stopped you, grasping at your thighs.

You glanced questioningly at him over your shoulder. His smile was crooked, tugging at your insides.

"No, just stay where you are, lovely girl. I can fill you up nice and easy right there."

You dropped your head and shoulders down and moaned into Sanji's pillow at the sound of his words, electricity crackling up and down your spine. He dragged his gaze over you, bare except for your tank top, still pushed up under your breasts, upper body pressed right into the mattress, hips arched high in the air, panting desperately as he settled behind you and smoothed his palms over your ass.

He ran his fingers up your inner thighs and watched you shaking as he gripped them to hold you open, nudging his blunt tip against your entrance and teasing you mindless. You pressed against him, wordlessly pleading, and keened into the pillow when he slipped an inch into you without effort.

Sanji rocked his hips experimentally and sank another two inches, cursing up to the ceiling as you clawed at the sheets and pushed back again, trying to take him in fully. His face and chest were flushed with desire and he could have sworn he was being pulled by his very blood to you. He heard a muffled please followed by his name, and he gave in, bottoming out, hips flush to you.

You almost collapsed under the pleasure; he was already grazing the spot his fingers had reached just minutes earlier, and you could feel the same coil winding again, but better, even tighter. He hadn't even started moving yet.

When he did start to move, you cried out, a sharp incoherent noise that was barely restricted by the pillow. Sanji's hips shot forward in excitement and you trembled from the sudden force, the sudden pleasure.

The air in the bedroom was warm and heavy, overwhelmed with the sounds of Sanji's moans as he watched you fall apart under him and your ecstatic gasps as you tried to grind back onto him, your hips higher than they'd ever been. Sanji held onto them as he pushed and pulled, working in and out of you, fascinated by the way your body sucked him back in every time he tried to leave.

"Made for me, huh, lovely girl?" he grunted, reaching around under you to roll a nipple between his fingers.

You yelped in surprise, but it quickly developed into a loud happy moan as you were once again pleasured in two places. You gripped him hard and he groaned heavily in your ear as he surged forward to lean right over you, rutting short, deep thrusts that made your eyes roll back and an unintelligible ramble tip out of your mouth.

Sanji felt a shudder run through him, his hips losing their perfect rhythm. He dragged his hand from your breast down between your legs again, where one light flick against your clit broke you and you crashed hard around him as deep inside you as he could get, inner walls clamping so tightly his blue eyes widened in shock.

"I need to...I'm going to...sweetheart, I need to pull out. Let go?"

You just shook your head at him, slowly returning to your own mind, still feeling fizzy in your veins.

"No" you groaned, hips twitching back again, muscles contracting on purpose. "Don't go. Please, Sanji. I want to feel it happen."

His eyes rolled up and he had just enough time to lock both arms around your middle before he lost control and spilled into you, filling you with sudden heat before his lax weight bore you down against the mattress, his hips twitching against you.

You lay there under him for a long while, regaining your breath and enjoying the drumbeat of his heart against your back, before he groaned quietly and disengaged, rolling heavily onto his back. You pushed up to look at him, sliding a hand across his chest to feel his heart again. He glanced at you then caught your hand, bringing it up to kiss your knuckles.

"Hey" you murmured.

Sanji smiled, sweet crinkles fanning out from the corners of his eyes.

"Hey, lovely" he said softly. "You okay?"

You nodded on his shoulder.

"Yes. Are you?"

He snorted and pulled you half on top of him, hitching one leg over his hip.

"Believe me when I tell you I have never been happier than right now."

You grinned and pushed a hand into his blond hair, shuffling nearer to him. You craned up to kiss his cheek.

"By the way, I love you, too."

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stray-kaz · 5 months

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Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice : a Sanji x f!reader Christmas drabble

Summary: Sanji makes your favourite Christmas treat.

"Sanji wants you in the kitchen."

You looked up from your drawing to see Usopp standing over you, hands on his hips. You shaded your eyes from the sun and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, does he now?"

Usopp shrugged and nodded.

"That's what he said."

"Did he say anything else?"

"He's making you something special. For Christmas."

You flipped the cover on your art pad and stood up, shoving your pencil in your pocket. You made your way to Sanji's haven, the familiar scent of gingerbread wafting through the crack in the door. You pushed it open and wandered in, hopping up onto the nearest clean table and swinging your legs back and forth.

"All right, I'm here" you announced, balancing your pad across your thighs.

Sanji glanced up from where he stood on the other side of the kitchen and grinned at you.

"Hey, love" he greeted you. "I see Usopp found you. Took him long enough."

"He gets lost almost as easily as Zoro does" you muttered. "So, what did you want me for?"

"First things first..."

Sanji sauntered over to you and poked the cover of your art book.

"Show it to me?" he asked hopefully.

You flattened your hands on top of it and shook your head, biting your lip. Sanji's baby blues flicked from your face to your pad and back again.

"Do you draw me?" he asked, tilting his head to one side.

You said nothing, but could feel heat warming your face as he looked at you. When he realised you weren't going to budge, Sanji turned away and returned to the bench he had been working at when you walked in. He carried across to you a platter covered by a white patterned cloth.

You eyed it and then him, curious. He nodded for you to remove the cloth, so you reached up with one hand, the other still securely planted against the pad on your lap. You draped the cloth over to the side and your eyes widened at the sight of so many Christmas cookies arrayed on the tray, the scent of ginger rising to your nose.

Trees, stars, hearts, angels. You set the platter aside, freeing Sanji's hands, and hugged him, pulling him against your knees. He went willingly, if a little surprised, and propped his chin on your head, his hands set either side of your hips for balance.

"Thank you" you mumbled. "They look lovely."

He chuckled.

"Should taste even better, love."

He reached around you and plucked a star off the tray, holding it out towards your mouth. You carefully bit off one of the corners and closed your eyes while Sanji grinned at you, pride making his eyes glow. You took the cookie from him and held it between your teeth as you picked up your art pad and flipped the pages to the latest drawing.

Sanji's eyes widened and his jaw dropped a little as he looked down at a perfectly rendered black and white of himself working in the kitchen, shirtsleeves rolled up past his elbows. The only colour was in his eyes.

"Why?" he asked you quietly, his voice soft, even for him.

You shrugged, looking shyly into his eyes.

"A trade" you answered, just as softly. "A gift for a gift."

Sanji hesitated for a moment or two, but then he gently cupped your face in his hands, dipped his head and pressed his lips to yours. He was warm and tasted of cinnamon and icing from his taste testing.

The art book slid onto the floor with a flutter of pages as you reached up into his hair, tangling blond around your fingers. As he pulled away a bit, he flicked his tongue over your bottom lip.

"Cookie crumbs" he murmured, when you looked questioningly up at him.

You felt heat burn your cheeks again and closed your eyes. Sanji laughed and then you felt him kiss you again, the tips of his fingers sinking into your hair.

"Merry Christmas, love."

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stray-kaz · 11 months

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Love is a Battlefield : a Kaz Brekker x f!reader drabble

Summary: Kaz and reader get mad and get...even?

A/N: In this, Kaz has had some healing from trauma and is okay with his Crows alone touching him.

18+ elements, but nothing overt.

“You’ve been doing that a little too often lately” you commented, waltzing easily into Kaz’s office to see him swigging from a metal flask.

He cast you a calculated side eye glance, upper lip curled.

“What of it?”

You shrugged, leaning on the desk in front of him.

“Do you have a drinking problem, boss?” you asked coolly.

The flask was slammed onto the desk, a little of the clear liquid sloshing over the narrow rim. He glowered at you.

“I have a you problem” he shot back.

You raised your eyebrows, askance.

“Seriously?” you demanded. “A me problem? What have I ever done to you, Dirtyhands?”

He scoffed and stood up, nose to nose with you for a moment and then taller.

“You run your mouth worse than Jesper, you hug everyone, you just love who you want, it’s ridiculous. You throw yourself into situations that are too dangerous for you to handle adequately -”

You cut him off then, fury rising.

“Adequately?” you repeated. “Too dangerous for me, Kaz Brekker? I am a healer. It’s my job to be in the warzones so I can heal. I do the opposite of what Nina does.”

Kaz seemed to stop breathing for a moment before he focused his formidable gaze on you again.

“You are not Nina” he said very quietly.

You stared back at him, suddenly aware of the snappable tension in the office. Pity you didn’t carry a knife.

“Well, of course not” you said lightly, trying to defuse. “Nina breaks hearts, I fix them.”

“You. Are. Not. Nina” Kaz repeated, enunciating every single word with the utmost care. “The danger is not for you. I am not for you. Stop trying to fix my heart.”

You just looked at him, quizzical. Kaz was authoritative, strong willed and hard headed, but never vulnerable, not with you.

“I have never tried to fix your heart” you said slowly.

He glared.

“Then what are you trying to do?” he asked harshly.

“Love it.”

You said the words so quietly, half hoping he hadn’t heard, but he had. The fine line between you snapped as Kaz rounded the desk and kissed you, hard. His gloved fingers gripped and slipped over your jaw, the other arm wound around your waist like an anchor. Not that you needed one.

You looked up at him when you broke apart at the mouth, chest heaving against his. His pupils were wide and blown, the blue a narrow ring around each. He breathed your name, shocked, and that was all it took for you to drag him back by his collar, his mouth hard on yours and all consuming.

Outside the office, Jesper and Nina hovered, both having been aware you had gone in there earlier, perhaps even looking for a fight. Now, they could hear pens and paper falling to the floor, the clang of something hard and metallic. They could hear loud banging and felt the thin wall shake as bodies thudded against it from inside the room.

Jesper raised his eyebrows at Nina when they heard the desk legs move, screech across the wooden floor.

“Do we need to intervene?” she asked anxiously. “They sound like they’re killing each other in there!”

Jesper pressed his ear to the closed door, concentrating, and heard a gasp, a tearing of fabric, and then a moan. He straightened up, looked wide eyed at Nina.

“Nope! Definitely not killing each other!”

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stray-kaz · 6 months

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Sand and Stars : a Sanji x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Time away from the others doesn't happen often, so opportunity must be snatched when stars abound.

You carefully rapped out the preapproved secret knock on the door to the kitchen: one, one two, one two three four. Sanji was standing behind the counter when you opened the door, eyes already on the doorway before you stepped through it.

"Hey, sweetheart" he said, wiping out a clean bowl and setting it down behind him. "What's up?"

"Are you busy?" you asked, leaning in the doorway.

He raised his eyebrows at you and dropped the cloth into the bowl.

"For you?" he mused. "Never."

You grinned.

"Fancy a swim?"

He eyed you, specifically the way you were clutching your hands behind your back, hiding something from his view.

"What you have there, love?" he asked, stepping closer.

You backed away and he stopped.

"It's a surprise. Do you have swim trunks?"

Sanji nodded.

"Yes."

"Put them on and meet me on the beach. Luffy says we'll be here for at least the night, so might as well make the most out of some free time."

Sanji watched you reverse all the way out of the kitchen and disappear, shaking his head to himself.

The soft shift of sand and a long, low whistle pulled your attention away from the vista ahead to the vision behind you. You sucked in a breath, trying and failing to keep your eyes on Sanji's face. Your heart beat an unfamiliar rhythm, startling you.

No matter how you tried, low slung swim shorts on tapered hips kept dragging your gaze down, muscled calves pulling it even further south.

Sanji couldn't help smiling upon witnessing your reaction to him; your eyes had gone wide as saucers and your lips parted on a soft "oh." He took his turn, drinking you in from top to toe. He didn't know where you had managed to find a bikini like that, but it was the same colour as the East Blue and clung to you how the waves hugged the shore.

"Hey" he said quietly, and your head snapped up so fast he worried about whiplash. "My eyes are up here, love."

You felt your cheeks burn and prayed he couldn't see it in the dark slowly encroaching off the sea. The moon was full, though, and Sanji gazed at you, head tilted to one side, as you were backlit by milky luminescence.

"Beautiful" he murmured.

You started towards him, but the sand betrayed you, pulling at your feet and making you trip. Strong hands snagged your hips to keep you from faceplanting and eating sand. You found yourself being tugged against a warm, solid body, your hips molded and kneaded by hands much larger than your own.

"I see you fell for me, love" Sanji teased, grinning.

You smacked his chest and felt his hands slide around you to rest on your lower back, pushing you into him.

"My eyes are up here, too, chef" you commented dryly, noticing how his gaze dropped to your chest pressed against his.

"Sorry" he apologised dutifully. "But there is a shortage of perfect breasts in this world and it would be a shame to ignore yours."

Your mouth fell open at his words and he lightly pressed it shut with a finger beneath your chin.

"Flattery..." you mumbled, flaming.

Sanji shook his head.

"Not mere flattery" he disagreed. "Truth."

You glanced down at yourself then up at him again. You reached around your back and carefully disentangled his hands, taking a single step back and keeping your eyes on his. He looked curious as you moved slowly backwards, the residual heat from your skin still tingling on his palms.

"Last one in the water's a bad pirate!" you yelled suddenly, and took off.

Sand flung up behind you as Sanji watched you go, giving you a headstart of about three seconds before he was after you, his much longer legs eating up the distance between him and you.

You had only just entered the water when he caught you, dragging you against him, breathing hard, foamy water kicking up around your ankles. You stared up at him, panting slightly. Your fingers scrabbled for a grip on his forearms and your gaze dragged hotly up from his chest to his collarbone to his jaw and finally, to his face. Your heart jumped a little from the look he wore all over it.

The sweetest hunger you had ever seen.

"What?" you gasped breathlessly. "What is it?"

"If you keep looking at me like that..." he warned, trailing away wordlessly.

You blinked, suddenly urgently needing him to finish that sentence.

"What?" you demanded.

He shook his head at you.

"I guess I'm a bad pirate" he breathed out, and covered your mouth with his.

He swallowed your sound of surprise before you forgot the sea, you forgot his ridiculous compliment, you forgot the Grand Line, and just melted into him. Stars spun overhead, wheeling in dizzying patterns as you clung to him and forgot to breathe.

Sand below and stars above.

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