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Masterlist

Yeah, so I made a masterlist for all the writing I'll hopefully do (I procrastinate a lot). I just write whatever idea pops in my head and see where I can take it from there. Trust me, this will be an interesting ride for all of us.

Hope you enjoy these!

Recent Post: Snooze the Wingman (Eddie Munson)

Marvel

* Late Night (Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes)

Stranger Things

* Sour (Eddie Munson)

* Snooze the Wingman (Eddie Munson)

* The Note (Steve Harrington)

Supernatural

* Just Not A Good Day (TFW)

* Gone (TFW)

Teen Wolf

* In Case You Didn’t Know (Derek Hale)

* Hold Me (Derek Hale)

* Get the Memo (Derek Hale)

* Not Knowing Part 2 (Derek Hale)

* Rancho (Derek Hale)

* Lazy Day (Stiles Stilinski)

* Messy Bun (Stiles Stilinski)

* Truth (Derek Hale)

[hummingbird24220]

Okay so I have a REALLY good idea and I hope you like it too…

Strawhats x wrongful accused traitor reader

I know The Strawhats no matter what would NEVER abandon someone without question, especially Luffy, so I’m imagining they got affected by some devil fruit at their last stop. It took effect in the morning. Where everyone was convinced reader was a traitor and that they committed heinous acts. So they send them off in a small boat, sanji does give reader some food as he would never leave anyone to starve, but it’s something small like an apple. And they send reader off. Maybe after getting punched or something idk😭

Either way, the next day the devil fruit wares off— and they realize what they did. And that not only were they wrong that they send reader out without true reason. They go look for reader— but it takes a week to find them, and when they do reader is on the brink of death. Sick, malnourished, and a messy. They take reader back to the ship.

Eventually, the reader ‘forgives’ them. But it’s not the same. They don’t trust the straw hats like they once did. When they smile it doesn’t meet their eyes. And eventually, Reader is gone. They left the crew. They ended up joining the kid pirates or the heart pirates(you can choose) and they are happier— they still have scars though. Eventually— they see reader again with the kid pirates or the heart pirates during a battle or at passing.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! If you wanna change anything at all you can!! Free creative liberty:)

Ugh this HURT............ my little heart loves and hates angst. Hope you enjoy it!

The Version of Me You Lost

One Piece x Reader

The sea was calm. Too calm. The kind of silence that follows a storm—or maybe comes before one.

You sat in the small wooden boat, a single oar resting across your lap. Your hands trembled, not from the ocean breeze but from the echo of Luffy’s words. Or rather, the lack of them.

An apple rolled gently at your feet, the only thing Sanji had given you. He hadn’t looked at you as he handed it over. No cigarette. No flirty comment. Just a tight jaw and averted eyes.

“Don’t starve,” he muttered. That was all.

You weren’t sure which part hurt more—the disbelief in their eyes, or the fact that none of them hesitated when Zoro landed that punch. You hadn’t even fought back. Couldn’t. You’d still been trying to understand.

A sharp crack of pain bloomed along your jaw just remembering it, and your hand instinctively moved to press the swollen spot. The sting wasn’t from the punch. It was from the way Zoro didn’t even wait for an explanation.

Earlier that Morning

The mood on the Sunny was tense. Everyone had woken up… different. Suspicious. Quiet. Franky’s smile was gone. Brook wasn’t humming. Even Chopper avoided your gaze.

Nami had stood with crossed arms, lips thin and brows furrowed.

“We know what you did,” she’d said.

“What are you talking about?” You laughed nervously, looking around. “What did I do?”

Usopp couldn’t even meet your eyes. “Don’t play dumb.”

They listed crimes. Things you never did. Burning maps. Stealing gold. Poisoning water barrels. Messages to Marines. Accusations built like storm clouds, wild and chaotic. Luffy stood in silence the entire time, shadow over his eyes.

“Luffy,” you whispered, desperate. “Tell them. You know me.”

He didn’t move. Only muttered, “I trusted you.”

And that’s when Zoro hit you.

-

You bit into the apple—bitter, dry. Not sweet like you expected.

You should’ve screamed. Pleaded. Begged. But something in you knew: this wasn’t them. Not really. You felt the shift that morning, like a fog creeping in. Like something had… twisted them.

And if it was a Devil Fruit?

Then it would wear off.

And when it did… They’d remember. And they’d come.

You had to believe that.

So you reached down and untied the ribbon around your wrist—one Nami had given you on your birthday. Red and sun-worn.

You tied it to the mast of your tiny boat, let it flap in the wind.

A sign. A beacon. In case they were looking for you. In case they realized.

You leaned back against the boat’s edge, cradling your aching cheek, and whispered into the sea breeze:

“…Don’t take too long.”

--

The next morning dawned clear. The air smelled different—less like suspicion, more like salt and sea and… clarity.

Robin was the first to speak.

“…Something’s wrong.”

They were halfway through breakfast when the wave hit them—not the kind that rocks the ship, but the kind that hits your gut. Sanji paused at the stove, brows furrowed, spatula hovering mid-flip.

“What do you mean?” Chopper asked, though his voice was shaky already.

Robin turned a page of her book with trembling fingers. “Think back to yesterday. The accusations. The mood. Doesn’t it all feel… wrong? Forced?”

Nami looked around. Her lips parted. “Wait. Wait, no—no, we saw them. Y/N poisoned—”

“No, they didn’t!” Usopp shot up. “They couldn’t have. That doesn't make any sense—why would Y/N sabotage the Sunny? Why would they stay with us this long?”

“…Because they never did,” Franky said, wide-eyed. “None of that happened.”

And like a string had been cut, everything snapped into place.

They remembered the last island. The strange mist. That old woman with the lace shawl who’d sold Luffy a shiny “lucky marble” that he’d swallowed like candy. A Devil Fruit. A manipulation type.

Luffy stood up so fast his chair scraped back and slammed to the deck. He was pale, eyes wide, mouth open like he’d just remembered he left the stove on.

“…We left them out there.”

--

They scoured the coastlines, splitting up by ship and air. Franky’s mini ships. Nami mapping currents, tracking wind.

Luffy didn’t sleep. Not once.

On day seven of searching, Nami spotted something—tangled in seaweed, drifting in a forgotten current like driftwood. A tiny boat, barely afloat.

A figure slumped inside.

They were unrecognizable.

Hair stuck to their face, skin burned and pale, lips cracked, trembling fingers clinging to that ribbon still fluttering from the mast. Barely conscious. Feverish. Filthy. The apple core beside them had gone black.

Sanji jumped in without a word. Zoro wasn’t far behind.

Chopper was screaming for a stretcher, yelling about vitals, dehydration, infection. Robin was already calling out symptoms, directing treatments.

They brought you aboard.

You didn’t even flinch.

You couldn’t.

-

You were tucked into a pile of blankets, an IV dripping into your arm. Chopper muttered under his breath the entire time. Luffy sat at your bedside, hunched over with both hands in his hair.

“I didn’t say anything,” he whispered, voice thick with guilt. “I just let you go.”

Nami stood in the corner, red-eyed and silent. Usopp cried openly. Zoro stood guard at the door like he was daring anyone—including himself—to mess this up again.

“…We were wrong,” Sanji said softly, laying a fresh towel over your forehead. “So wrong.”

You stirred—just barely. Your cracked lips parted.

“…Took you long enough,” you rasped.

Luffy choked on a laugh and a sob all at once.

“Never again,” he promised. “I swear. No matter what fruit or lie or magic. We won’t let go again.”

You closed your eyes.

And for the first time in a week… You slept.

-

You didn’t cry.

Not when they found you. Not when Chopper fussed over your fever, or when Sanji tucked warm soup into your hands. Not even when Luffy sat at your bedside every day, eyes hollow with guilt and voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

You didn’t cry.

But you didn’t smile either.

Not the way you used to.

-

The first few days were silent. Heavy. They moved around you like ghosts. Luffy stayed closest, usually quiet except to whisper apologies under his breath—again and again, like a mantra he hoped would work if repeated enough.

Nami brought you tea. Her hands always shook a little when she passed it to you.

“Do you want to talk?” “No,” you said softly.

She nodded and left.

Robin didn’t push. She just left books near your bed, ones you liked, sometimes with little bookmarks in your favorite chapters. You read them. You didn’t thank her. Not yet.

Zoro couldn’t meet your gaze. Not since the punch. You’d flinched when you saw him, even though you tried not to. He started leaving food near your seat at the table. You sat across from him, but never looked directly at him.

He didn’t speak, not once. But he never missed a meal again—just in case you showed up.

Usopp brought you trinkets. Handmade. Folded paper flowers, wooden carvings, glass he’d polished into little stars.

“I’m so, so sorry. I should’ve fought harder for you. I knew something was wrong. I just— I didn’t listen.”

You gave him a small smile.

“…I know.”

But it wasn’t the same smile as before. It didn’t reach your eyes.

Sanji cooked. Every meal tailored to your tastes. Leftover soup turned into your favorite stew. Extra soft bread. Chopped fruit just the way you liked it.

He even tried to flirt once, halfheartedly.

“Don’t think I’ve ever made meals this perfect. You might’ve spoiled me, mon chéri.”

You gave him a blank look and stirred your drink.

“…You gave me an apple.”

That shut him up for the rest of the day.

Franky and Brook tried humor. Lightness. Music. It fell flat. Not because you didn’t appreciate them—but because you felt hollow. Adrift.

“Yohoho… do you remember when you beat me at cards and cheated?”

“…No,” you said. “I don’t remember a lot from the boat.”

He sobered instantly. “I see.”

Franky offered to build you something. Anything. A room of your own. Upgrades to your gear. A music box.

You declined them all.

Luffy was the hardest.

He followed you like a shadow. Quiet. Never reaching out unless you spoke first. But he looked like he wanted to.

You caught him once, sitting outside your door late at night, legs pulled to his chest, hat in his lap.

“I was supposed to be your captain,” he whispered. “You trusted me.”

You said nothing. Just walked past him and went to the kitchen.

Weeks passed. You got stronger. Your eyes stopped looking like they belonged to someone lost at sea.

But when the crew laughed at dinner… You didn’t laugh with them.

When Luffy cracked a joke and looked your way… You smiled politely, but your eyes dropped to your plate.

They had you back.

But they hadn’t gotten you back.

Not really.

One night, Zoro found you on the deck, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the moon.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.

You didn’t look at him. “This place doesn’t feel like home anymore.”

He stayed quiet, waiting.

“I keep thinking…” You exhaled. “If it had been any of you, I wouldn’t have believed it. Not for a second. I would've fought everyone for you.”

Zoro’s jaw tightened.

“…You hit me.”

“I know.”

You turned your head, finally looking at him.

“I’m still here. But I don’t forgive you.”

His throat bobbed.

“…Good,” he said. “You shouldn’t. Not yet.”

-

The Sunny sailed on. Islands came and went. Battles. Victories. Laughter.

But you never truly came back.

You smiled when you were supposed to. Laughed when the joke was loud enough. But your feet never fully touched the deck again—not the way they used to.

You watched the waves too often. Stayed quiet too long. Your eyes were always scanning the horizon. As if waiting for a ship that would never come.

And slowly, the crew stopped waiting for you to return.

Because the you they missed? Was already gone.

It didn’t happen all at once.

One morning, the crew woke up and your room was empty. No signs of struggle. No note. Just… gone.

Your coat was folded neatly on the bed. Your tea mug left clean beside the sink. The ribbon Nami had once given you was tied to the helm post.

They searched. Of course they searched.

Luffy screamed your name until his voice broke.

But deep down, they all knew. You didn’t get taken. You left.

Months passed.

Nami saw a wanted poster. The name was yours. The face sharper. Older. Smiling. “Heart Pirates,” the corner read.

You were standing behind Trafalgar Law, arms crossed, a calm confidence in your stance. You looked… good.

Sanji stared at the poster for a long time before silently pinning it inside the kitchen cupboard.

Not as a reminder of what was lost. But of who you became without them.

-

Law didn’t ask questions.

He offered space. A bed. Time.

He never forced you to fight, never pressed when you flinched at sudden shouting. When you woke from nightmares, you found tea waiting. A quiet nod. A seat beside you, if you wanted it. Or not.

You didn’t need to pretend with them.

You were still healing, yes—but not performing. Not shrinking. And one day, as you laughed with Bepo and leaned into Ikkaku’s shoulder, you realized:

You were happy.

Not the same version of happy you once were. But a new kind. Quiet. Earned.

You still had scars.

But they weren’t bleeding anymore.

-

Sometimes Luffy would sit on the figurehead, his hat low over his eyes, and whisper your name to the wind.

Chopper kept your bed clean.

Robin read books you once loved and left pages folded.

Zoro never forgave himself.

And Sanji?

He still saved apples, untouched, in the galley storage—just in case.

You weren't dead. You just… weren’t theirs anymore.

And maybe that was the saddest part of all.

-

It happened in a neutral port—halfway between marine-dense waters and revolutionary whispers. A peacebound market town. Crowded, colorful, forgettable.

The Polar Tang docked first.

The Heart Pirates scattered for supplies. You walked with Bepo, laughing as you handed him a scarf from a stall. Your laugh was warmer now—rooted. You didn’t flinch when someone brushed your arm. You didn’t glance over your shoulder waiting for judgment. You walked like you belonged.

Like you knew you were safe.

And then—

“Is that…?”

The voice was cautious. Soft.

You turned, heart stilling.

And there they were. The Thousand Sunny bobbing gently in the harbor. And the Straw Hat crew, stepping onto the docks like ghosts out of time.

Nami froze. Usopp’s jaw dropped. Chopper made a small, choked noise.

Sanji was the first to move.

“Y/N.”

The air between you was heavy. Familiar. But not welcoming.

You looked at them. Really looked.

They looked healthy. Whole. Happy.

So did you.

You smiled—a soft, polite thing. The kind you give to people you used to know.

“Hey,” you said. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Luffy stepped forward. Hat tilted back, hopeful.

“You look… strong.”

“I am,” you said simply.

He nodded, eyes burning. “I’m glad.”

Your gaze swept over them. They were still your past. Your story. Your wound. But they weren’t your family anymore.

They stopped being that when they stopped being sure of you.

Zoro looked like he wanted to say something. You spared him the trouble.

“I’m okay, Zoro.”

He stiffened. “You sure?”

“I’m with a crew who trusts me. Completely. Always. And I trust them, too.”

Sanji stepped in, quieter. “We never stopped regretting it.”

“I know,” you said. “But regret isn’t the same as fixing something.”

Chopper sniffled. “Do you… hate us?”

You smiled again. This one hurt.

“No. I don’t hate you.”

Your fingers rested at the hem of your coat—Law’s coat now, dark and heavy. “But you stopped being my home a long time ago.”

Behind you, Bepo appeared, holding a wrapped parcel and blinking at the tension.

“Oh, are these your old friends?”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “They were.”

Law appeared too, just a few paces behind, silent but solid—his presence alone enough to remind the others you weren’t alone anymore.

You turned back to the Straw Hats, offering one last kind glance.

“I’m glad you’re well.”

You meant it.

“But I’m not coming back.”

They watched you go.

You didn’t look back.

You didn’t need to.

Because now, you walked forward—not out of grief, or anger, or fear—but because you finally could.

-

It was a simple job—steal a Navy treasure cache that had been quietly stashed at a fortified marine checkpoint. A mutual pain in both crews’ sides.

Law called it "strategic sabotage." Luffy called it "a fun treasure hunt."

The alliance was back—brief, functional, professional. For the mission, the Straw Hats boarded the Polar Tang. There were greetings, stiff and awkward for some. Warm and bright for others.

But not everyone was there.

Not you.

Day one of sailing: Sanji caught himself staring at closed doors.

Nami lingered in corners of the submarine she didn’t recognize, hoping to hear your laugh.

Zoro claimed he didn’t care—until he nearly bumped into a crewmate with your hair from behind and muttered your name like it had burned his tongue.

Even Chopper asked a Heart Pirate shyly, “Is Y/N… okay?”

“Better than okay,” Ikkaku said with a knowing smirk. “Why?”

You didn’t show up at meals.

You weren’t there for planning.

You didn’t cross paths once.

Finally, after dinner on the third day, Luffy wandered into the control room and flopped down lazily in front of Law.

“Where’s Y/N?”

Law paused—slow blink, steady breath. He set down his mug.

“Still on board.”

Luffy tilted his head, confused. “Then why haven’t I seen them?”

A long silence stretched between them.

Law leaned back. “They’re not hiding. But they’re not exactly looking to be seen either.”

Luffy blinked slowly.

Law’s voice was quiet. Not cold. But not warm either. Measured.

“You hurt them. All of you. I know it wasn’t by choice. I know you were manipulated. They know that too.”

Luffy looked down at his hands.

“But knowing doesn’t undo it,” Law continued. “Doesn’t erase what it felt like. You stopped believing in them when it mattered most. And they… don’t forget that.”

Luffy swallowed.

“I just want to say sorry,” he said.

Law looked at him for a long time. Then nodded once.

“Then say it. When you see them. But don’t expect them to make it easy. They’re not angry. They’ve just… moved forward.”

Later that night, Usopp caught a glimpse of you through the engine room doorway—covered in grease, sleeves rolled up, a pair of goggles perched on your head as you helped Penguin with a wiring issue.

You looked good. Healthy. Focused.

You didn’t notice him watching.

You didn’t flinch, or run.

You just didn’t look his way.

And somehow, that was harder.

Franky told the others. Brook sighed.

Sanji lit a cigarette, didn’t smoke it, and just let it burn.

“They’re right there,” Nami whispered, sitting on the edge of her bunk, staring at nothing. “But it’s like they’re a ghost.”

Robin was quiet for a while before finally saying, “No… not a ghost.”

“A person,” she finished. “One who doesn’t belong to us anymore.”

-

The dining hall aboard the Polar Tang buzzed with life that night. Heart Pirates laughed and shouted, clinking cups over the upcoming raid.

The Straw Hats, in contrast, sat quieter—shoulders tense, eyes darting to the doorway every time it creaked.

Then it opened.

And you stepped in.

Grease wiped clean, goggles gone, hair still damp from a recent rinse. A shadow of your old self shimmered across the floor with you. But not fully. Not completely.

You carried a tray. Sat down between Ikkaku and Shachi. Spoke quietly to them, shared a smile. But the air shifted.

Nami was the first to whisper your name.

You turned, looking at them—and this time, you didn’t look away.

“…Hey,” you said.

Silence.

Franky tried to mask his sniff. Chopper clutched his cup with both hooves.

“…You finally came to dinner,” Luffy said softly.

You leaned back in your chair, exhaling slowly.

“Yeah. Figured it was time.”

You looked around at them, really looked. Their faces. Their guilt. Their softness.

And with a sigh, you spoke:

“I forgive you.”

Every breath caught.

“But I won’t forget.”

No one moved. No one dared to.

Your voice was steady. Honest. Kind—but not soft.

“You were my family. All of you. I would’ve died for you. I almost did. And that’s why it hurt so much. You didn’t just lose faith in me. You stopped being home.”

Usopp was already crying. Nami bit her lip so hard she nearly bled. Luffy’s shoulders trembled.

“I couldn’t stay after that,” you continued. “Not because I hate you. I don’t. I never did.”

You glanced down at your food, poked at the edge of the plate with your fork.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

And that broke them.

“Why are you sorry?” Chopper’s voice cracked.

Luffy’s eyes were wide, stunned. “Don’t say that—don’t apologize!”

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Nami stood, fists clenched and shaking.

Tears rolled down Usopp’s cheeks. “We abandoned you—you don’t get to be the one who’s sorry!”

Even Franky’s sunglasses slipped to reveal damp, reddened eyes.

You blinked at them.

And then, you grinned.

Not bitter. Not broken.

Just… free.

“I’m good,” you said.

You reached over and clinked your drink lightly against Shachi’s.

“Just with a different family now.”

Luffy lowered his head. But he smiled too—through the tears.

“…I’m glad you’re okay.”

And you nodded.

“Me too.”

-

The heist had gone perfectly.

Explosions behind you, treasure in hand, and two pirate crews laughing breathlessly as they escaped the marines like it was just another Tuesday. The alliance split the haul, shook hands, clapped backs.

And then, just like that… it was time to part ways.

The Straw Hats stood at the edge of the dock. The Polar Tang rocked gently beside them, waiting to dive and vanish beneath the waves.

You walked up—calm, smiling, wind tugging at your coat.

And without a word, you hugged Chopper first.

He squeaked, startled. Then he clung to you, sniffing loudly against your shoulder.

“You’re strong,” you whispered. “I’m so proud of you.”

You moved to Brook, who knelt with exaggerated drama—“My heart is bones, but I feel it breaking! Yohoho!”

You hugged him anyway.

Franky froze, shades slipping up.

“…This is so not SUPER of me to get emotional,” he muttered as you wrapped your arms around him. But he gripped you tight.

Robin smiled before you reached her.

“I always knew you’d grow,” she said softly, touching your back with a motherly hand. “But it’s beautiful to see.”

Nami stared at you, lips trembling. You reached out, pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

You nodded against her.

“I missed you too.”

Usopp’s hug was shaky, awkward, and full of unfinished sentences and watery eyes. You let him stammer. You let him cry.

“Still the bravest coward I know,” you teased.

He laughed wetly. “That’s Captain Usopp now.”

Zoro stood stiff. Silent. You stepped in anyway. Wrapped your arms around his broad frame.

He didn’t move for a moment.

Then a single, heavy hand settled on the back of your head. He didn’t say a word.

But he didn’t have to.

You pulled back and smiled. “Take care of them.”

“I always do,” he said quietly.

Sanji tried to play it cool, arms crossed, cigarette lit—but his lip quivered as you approached.

“Idiot,” he muttered, eyes misty. “You didn’t have to—”

You hugged him. He froze. Then he melted into it, arms coming around you, fiercely protective.

“Eat better,” you said. “Take care of yourself too.”

“You’re really leaving?”

You pulled back. “I left a long time ago. But this isn’t goodbye.”

Finally, you turned.

Luffy.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, eyes shadowed beneath his hat. He looked up slowly as you stepped toward him.

And when you opened your arms, he didn’t hesitate.

He crashed into you—tight, shaking, face buried against your neck like he could anchor you to the ship if he just held on tight enough.

“…I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I’ll always be sorry.”

You squeezed him tighter.

“I know,” you whispered. “But I’m okay now.”

He stepped back slowly, eyes wet but smiling—really smiling.

“Come find us again someday.”

You grinned.

“This isn’t goodbye, Luffy.”

You turned toward the Polar Tang.

“Just see you later.”

[hummingbird24220]

hello! How are you these days?:3 I hope you're doing well! I have a request if u don't mind

I'm feeling angsty rn, so I will probably need some scenarios of op men (you can choose) if they lost (they died) reader to a fight🥹 I'm so sorry if this is too angsty but I need it💔

I hope you understand my needs! haha, your writing is beautiful I can't deny it. if it's too deep or you don't want to do this request, you may skip or delete it. thank you in advance! 💕

Hello. SO sorry it took a while! Been swaaaaamped, got 50 ish requests in my inbox lol. Hope this breaks your heart , but like, in a good bad way.

They Lose You - Various x Reader

Luffy – “I’ll never forgive them. Never.”

He stands in the middle of the wreckage, knuckles clenched, face shadowed by his hat. The silence is deafening. Not even the birds dare to sing. “They were just… with us.” Usopp’s voice cracks. Luffy doesn't answer. The ground beneath him trembles before he screams, his haki exploding like a tidal wave, shaking trees, stones, the sea. He carries your body back himself. Sits at the edge of the ship that night. “They said they’d become Pirate King with me,” he whispers. And in that moment, for the first time in a long time, the crew sees Luffy cry.

Zoro – “I was too slow.”

Zoro’s blade is still dripping, but he doesn’t move. Not even a twitch. The enemy’s body is split behind him, but it’s too late. He kneels beside you, gently laying Wado Ichimonji across your chest. “She liked this one,” he murmurs. He doesn’t let anyone else carry you. He trains every night after that with an intensity that borders on suicidal—until Chopper physically drags him off the field. “She would’ve yelled at me for this,” he mutters. But he never stops watching the horizon. One day, he swears, he’ll meet you on the other side.

Nami – “I’ll draw your map too.”

Your blood is still on her fingers. She screamed when you fell—tore her voice raw. The sea stormed that night with her grief. In the weeks that followed, her charts became messy. Lines where they shouldn’t be. Splotches of water damage. One day, she tears everything up. Starts again. But in the margins of every map, she writes a note: "For Y/N. The journey you didn’t get to finish." She includes a tiny compass rose with your initials at the top. A quiet tribute.

Sanji – “Your plate is still full.”

He made your favorite meal that night, out of habit. Set your spot at the table, even poured your drink. And then just stood there. No one says a word. Sanji doesn’t cry in front of them. But in the pantry, he falls to his knees, fists curled against the cabinet. He lights a cigarette and lets it burn to the filter. Later, he keeps your knife in the kitchen. Never uses it. Just polishes it, like a shrine.

Usopp – “I was supposed to protect you.”

He was the one paired with you that day. He was the one who watched you run ahead, laughing. He was the one who missed the shot.

He tells the crew, “They said to go ahead. I did. I didn’t look back.”

What he doesn’t say is how your body crumpled with a smile still on your face. How you reached for him. How he was too slow. How he keeps seeing it in his dreams.

He stops lying for a while. Not because he can’t—but because he doesn’t have the energy to make up stories anymore. His voice feels too small.

Eventually, he builds something in your memory. A statue, almost. Small and wobbly. It sits near the edge of the Sunny, watching the sea. “Hey,” he whispers to it. “I'm still aiming higher. Just like you told me.”

Brook – “May I play for you one last time?”

Death is not unfamiliar to Brook. But your death… Your death hurts.

You were the only one who treated him like he still had a heartbeat. Who danced with him without flinching. Who made jokes about being a "bonehead" just to see him laugh.

That night, Brook disappears from the ship. They find him at the site of the battle, standing under the stars, violin in hand.

He plays until sunrise. A sorrowful melody that ripples across the ocean like waves of mourning.

Later, he engraves your name on his violin’s side. Every concert he plays, he plays for two. “I hope you are listening from the other side, my dear. Yohoho… don’t worry. I’ll carry your song with me.”

Robin – “You were one of the only people who didn’t look away.”

Robin doesn’t scream. She doesn’t cry. She just sits still, your lifeless body cradled in her arms, as if you were sleeping. She doesn’t say goodbye. Not then. Not in front of anyone.

Later, she vanishes into the library.

She stays there for three days.

When she comes out, her eyes are shadowed—but her steps are purposeful. She adds a page to her personal journal: a memory, a drawing, a quote of something you once said—“I want to live a life that makes people smile when they remember it.”

Every year on the day you died, Robin visits that page.

And she smiles.

Just a little.

Chopper – “I’m the doctor… why couldn’t I save you?”

He worked on you for hours. Blood soaked his hooves. His tools. The floor. He screamed at the others not to come in. Said he could do it. That he would.

But your heartbeat didn’t come back.

And Chopper didn’t leave the infirmary for two days. When Sanji finally carried him out, he was barely conscious—whispering your name under his breath like a prayer.

He started researching like mad. Every book, every formula, every medical journal. “I’ll find a way to stop it next time,” he said. “I’ll be better. I’ll be stronger.”

He keeps your chart tucked behind his favorite book. And sometimes, when he’s sure no one is looking, he clutches it to his chest and cries.

Franky – “You were the most human part of me.”

Franky shuts down.

Literally.

After the fight, he doesn't cry, doesn't yell. He goes to the workshop and locks the door.

For days, the sound of metal-on-metal echoes through the ship. The crew knocks. He doesn’t answer. Finally, he emerges—red-eyed, silent. Holding something.

It’s a small mechanical device. Shaped like a heart. No real function. No flashy gadgets. Just a quietly humming core.

He places it gently on your bed.

“I couldn’t save you,” he says softly, brushing the sheets. “But I can make sure you’re never forgotten.”

Later, he upgrades the Sunny. Not with weapons. With a room full of your favorite things. A preserved space. A tribute.

When someone new joins the ship, he shows them that room first. “This was Y/N’s,” he says, voice cracking. “She was suuuuuuper.”

Ace – “I should’ve burned the world down for you.”

When he finds you, you’re barely breathing. He’s got your hand in his. There’s fire licking up his arms, wild and uncontrolled.

You smile at him. You apologize.

He begs. “No. Don’t you dare. Don’t you leave me too.”

But the light in your eyes fades.

And the world goes quiet.

Ace doesn’t speak at the funeral. Instead, he lights a torch and walks alone into the woods. They say the fire raged for two whole days. When he comes back, he's bruised, eyes bloodshot, his coat charred and singed. He never says what he did out there.

But the next time someone threatens someone Ace cares about?

He doesn’t hold back.

Because the last time he hesitated, it cost him you.

Law – “I’ve performed miracles. But I couldn’t fix you.”

He used Room six times. Swapped out every damaged organ. Sutured every artery with precision only he had.

But your body kept failing. You’d lost too much. Even he knew it.

And still—he tried again.

“Stay with me,” he begged, soaked in blood. “Don’t be stupid, you can’t leave me now.”

When the beeping stopped, he didn’t move for a long time.

Later, in private, he punched a wall so hard he fractured his hand.

He doesn’t bury you.

He keeps your heart in a cryo chamber. Preserved. Suspended in a glass sphere.

“Not for experiments,” he says, when Bepo asks with trembling paws. “I just… wasn’t ready.”

He visits it every night. And sometimes, when he’s alone, he talks to it.

As if it can still hear him.

[hummingbird24220]

Hiii!

may I request the strawhats reaction to reader crying for the first time?🙏 Like she has a strong facade, but something happens that instantly breaks them. Thank you💕💕

Hellooo, yes! This is such a cute idea <3 Hope you like it ^^

When the Mask Cracks

One piece x Fem!Reader

You were the strong one. That was your role. Not officially, of course — Luffy never assigned positions like that. But unofficially, in the unspoken spaces between laughter and battle, everyone knew: you were the one who didn’t bend.

You grinned in the face of chaos. You fought with a spark that scared even Zoro sometimes. You stitched up your own wounds with a shrug and told Chopper you were “all good, doc.” No one had ever seen you cry.

Until today.

It started like any normal day. A sunny island port, a cheerful crew disembarking for supplies and sightseeing, and you walking beside them with your usual swagger. Sanji offered you a drink. Luffy raced ahead. Nami warned him not to get into trouble, and Usopp was mid-monologue about some imaginary creature he swore he saw in the sky. The world felt… simple.

But it wasn't.

Not when you saw that.

A familiar merchant stall. A faded, raggedy blue plush rabbit. The exact one.

Same floppy ears. Same mismatched button eyes. It looked just like the one you used to clutch as a child. The one you buried in your arms the night your family was taken. The one you dropped as you ran, feet bloody and lungs burning, into the night — and never saw again.

You froze mid-step. The crew kept walking. Laughing.

And then the crack in your armor came quick, violent — like glass shattering under pressure. Your breath hitched. Eyes widened. Hands trembled before you even realized you were reaching for it. Your fingers brushed the fur, and something inside you snapped.

A sob burst from your chest, raw and guttural.

You dropped to your knees.

Zoro was the first to hear. His head turned like a hawk’s, eyes narrowing. That sound wasn’t one he’d ever heard from you — or expected to. He sprinted back without a word, sword at the ready… until he saw you kneeling in front of the toy, tears streaming down your face, completely broken.

The sword lowered. His guard didn’t.

Sanji skidded to a halt right after, panic instantly flaring. “Oi—hey, hey, what’s wrong? What the hell—who hurt you?!” His voice cracked at the end. He’d flirted with you a thousand times but never seen you so much as frown. Now you looked like the whole world had just ended. He crouched down slowly, like approaching a wounded animal. “Talk to me, sweetheart…”

Nami arrived next. And unlike the others, she didn't speak at first. She just looked. Looked at the plush. Looked at you. Her expression shifted from confusion, to realization, to gentle sorrow. She crouched too, putting a hand carefully on your back. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “You don’t have to explain.”

Usopp froze. “...She’s crying?” he whispered, stunned. “No way. That’s—she doesn’t do that.” He looked to Chopper, whose eyes were already glossy.

“Yeah,” the little doctor murmured, “but everyone does. Eventually.”

Robin stayed back at first. Watching. Understanding. “Even the strongest trees can crack in a storm,” she said softly. “Especially if they’ve stood alone for too long.”

Franky pulled his sunglasses off. “Damn,” he muttered, voice low. “She’s never looked so small.” He hated it. Hated seeing his crewmate like that. But he didn’t look away.

Brook knelt beside you with eerie grace, resting a bony hand near yours. “Would you… like me to play something soft?” he asked. “Sometimes, music can catch tears when nothing else can.”

And then came Luffy.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just walked right up, crouched in front of you, and mirrored your posture.

You hiccuped a sob. Still clinging to the stuffed rabbit like a lifeline. “I’m sorry,” you choked out. “I don’t—I don’t know why I—”

But Luffy shook his head. “You don’t have to say sorry.”

You blinked at him. And saw, in his eyes, no confusion. No pity. Only understanding.

“I cry too,” he said simply. “When it hurts.”

And with that, he reached out — and pulled you into a tight, grounding hug. No one said a word.

The strongest one had cracked.

And instead of falling apart—

She was held.

The plush rabbit was still cradled in your arms, soft and familiar in a way that made your chest hurt.

The vendor stood frozen behind the stall, a middle-aged man with a sun-wrinkled face and stunned eyes. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost — or a miracle — as he watched you cry into something so small and frayed that most people would’ve passed it by without a glance.

Then—

Clink. A small pouch of beli hit the counter.

Nami stood there with a look that dared the man to argue, hand on her hip, the other tossing the coin bag like it weighed nothing.

“For the rabbit,” she said, voice firm but not unkind.

The vendor blinked. “No—no, miss, please.” He raised both hands quickly. “I couldn’t possibly charge. Just—take it. It obviously means something. I—I found it in a box of old goods, wasn’t even sure why I put it out—” He cut himself off, eyes drifting back to you.

You still hadn’t let go.

You sniffled, trying to pull yourself together, but it was like your body hadn’t caught up to your brain yet. Tears were still slipping down your cheeks even though the wave had passed. Your shoulders trembled faintly under Luffy’s hands, and your throat burned with how hard you’d sobbed.

But you were here. Still here. And so was the rabbit.

You pulled back a little, enough to look down at the toy now nestled in your lap. Your fingers grazed its stitched belly. The fabric was older, sun-bleached in places, but it was the one. Or close enough that the universe clearly wasn’t being subtle.

You let out a ragged breath.

“…Stupid thing,” you mumbled, a shaky laugh in your voice. “Didn’t even think I’d recognize it.”

Zoro stood nearby, arms crossed, watching you with a quiet intensity. “Guess it remembered you first.”

Usopp nodded slowly. “It’s like one of those enchanted childhood objects, right? You imprint on it, and then—boom. Years later, you’re crying in the middle of a marketplace.”

Chopper elbowed him. “Now’s not the time, Usopp.”

You swiped your sleeve under your nose, awkward and clumsy. “Sorry,” you said again, even though Luffy had already told you not to be. “I didn’t mean to… freak everyone out.”

“Too late,” Sanji said gently, lighting a cigarette that trembled between his fingers. “I think I aged a decade.”

“Don’t apologize,” Robin added. “We’re your crew. If we can’t be here for you when you do break, then what are we even doing?”

You looked around — and really saw them this time.

The worry in their faces. The way Franky had stopped his pose halfway. Brook’s violin still slung under one arm. Chopper, half-waddled forward, clearly trying to hold himself back from tackling you in a hug.

And Nami.

Nami, who gave you a small smile and sat down next to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as she plucked the bunny from your lap for a moment, checking it over.

“He’s seen better days,” she said.

You nodded. “So have I.”

She chuckled, handed him back. “Then you’re a good match.”

And for the first time in what felt like a long, long while — you smiled. Soft. Still watery. But real.

You held the bunny close to your chest again, more gently this time.

“…Thanks,” you murmured.

“To us?” Nami asked.

“To all of you. For not… looking away.”

[hummingbird24220]

Hello! Can I please request reader pretending to be a man (maybe because women were seen as unlucky on pirate ships or maybe she’s on the run from someone) and the straw hats finding out about it?

With a focus on Sanji and Zoro and maybe chopper?

After the straw hats find out about reader Zoro reminded of kuina and reassures Reader that they aren’t cowardly for hiding (or something similar)

And even after the straw hats find out Reader still pretends to be a man and now Sanji has to figure out how to act around them because they are still technically a woman and women deserve to be treated well but Sanji also doesn’t want to blow their cover while in public so he has to tone it down a lot but when it’s just the crew he still hesitates to go all out

And maybe chopper scolds reader about improper binding or something.

(Robin would also relate to reader a lot but I don’t know what to do with that other then them just having a chat? Doesn’t really add much just a nice idea)

Love your writing! Stay hydrated! <3

Hellooo, thank you for your request! Ive actually had this idea in the works for a while (i watched pirates of the Caribbean lately) but didnt know where to go with it, so thank you for the ideas! Hope you like it <3

(setting is on the thousand sunny but i uhhhh forgot about franky and brook so im sorry. theyre on a... secret mission)

Pirate's Luck

One Piece x Disguised!Fem!Reader

You tied your hair back for the hundredth time that morning, muttering under your breath as the ship rocked slightly. Another day, another reminder that this whole "pretending to be a guy" thing was harder than you thought.

You flexed your arm absently. Not because you were admiring yourself, but because Chopper had taken one look at you yesterday and made the most distressed little reindeer noise you'd ever heard. "You're too skinny! You don't have a manly body at all!" he'd gasped, running off to brew some kind of horrifying protein drink. (You still hadn't found a place to dump it without hurting his feelings.)

The Straw Hats didn't really treat gender like other pirate crews did — Nami and Robin were living proof of that. But they were...Nami and Robin. Strong. Clever. Dangerous. You were just...you. No terrifying storm-powers, no deathly calm aura. Just a decent fighter, good enough to pull your weight. You figured you had to keep up the "guy" act anyway. Just in case.

Sometimes you forgot. You'd sit weirdly, or accidentally brush your hair over one shoulder, or laugh a little too high. No one said anything, but you felt eyes on you sometimes. Particularly two pairs: A sharp, lazy green one, and a wide-eyed blue one. Zoro and Sanji. You were pretty sure you were giving them both some kind of identity crisis.

It was worse today.

You were patching a sail with your sleeves rolled up when Sanji walked by, whistling a lazy tune. He glanced at you, did a double-take, and then immediately tripped over his own foot. "OI!" he barked at himself, pretending it was because of a crack in the deck that didn't exist. You just blinked at him. Dude pirates have long hair too, you thought blandly. Chill out.

Meanwhile, Zoro — leaning against the mast with his arms crossed — stared suspiciously at you over the hilt of one of his swords. When your hair slipped loose from its tie and framed your face, his eyebrow twitched. You quickly scraped it back, heart thudding a little too loud.

"You should cut that," Zoro muttered. You shrugged. "I like it long." (Voice low. Even. Don't pitch it too high.) He grunted, but didn't argue further. He also didn't look away.

Later, in the kitchen, Chopper cornered you with a grim look. "You have to eat more," he insisted, shoving a plate of meat into your hands. "I'm fine, Doc," you protested, but your stomach betrayed you with a loud growl. Chopper beamed like a proud parent. Sanji hovered near the stove, sneaking glances at you as you ate, red creeping up his neck.

Meanwhile, Zoro — sitting at the table — watched the whole thing with a dark, unreadable look. You met his gaze accidentally, and for a second, something almost clicked in his brain. You panicked and coughed dramatically into your elbow. "Man, this meat's awesome!" you said, voice cracking just slightly too high. Sanji nearly dropped his knife. Chopper looked worried again.

You sighed internally. At this rate, you were going to get "discovered" because you were too awkward to be a convincing dude.

-

You weren’t stupid. You knew how to disguise yourself. Loose clothes. Tight binding. A low voice, careful mannerisms.

It wasn’t like you hadn't noticed the way pirate crews looked at women — like they were bad omens, soft targets, or worse. You weren't planning to deal with that kind of mess. You had a good thing going here. You just had to keep the act up.

You were good at it. Good enough that no one had proof to call you out. Good enough that even when you joked around with Luffy or argued with Usopp, no one really questioned you.

But the problem was...this was the Straw Hats. They noticed everything.

-

It started when you were helping tie down some cargo after a rough wave. You had to wrench a heavy rope down, muscles straining. The tunic you wore tugged upward slightly — just slightly — revealing the subtle curve of your waist. The sharp dip where there should've been a straighter line. You caught Sanji's eyes flicker down and widen almost imperceptibly.

You dropped the rope immediately. "Sun must be gettin' to me," you said, pretending to wipe sweat off your forehead. Voice: low. Casual. Sanji looked away so fast you thought he might have whiplash. He lit a cigarette with shaking hands and muttered something about needing "fresh air."

Meanwhile, Zoro tilted his head at you, something calculating in his gaze. You felt the burn of it even as you busied yourself pretending not to notice.

Later that evening, Chopper cornered you again. "You should really let me do a full check-up!" he chirped, eyes big and worried. "You're just not building muscle mass like you should!" You laughed awkwardly. "Eh, I'm just a late bloomer," you said, ruffling his hat to distract him. "Nothing to worry about, Doc." Chopper puffed up in frustration. "But — but you don’t even eat enough! And you don't have — your — your chest isn’t — your shoulders aren’t—" He flailed helplessly, clearly trying to be delicate.

You patted him on the head. "I'm good, buddy. Really." You could feel Sanji staring at you from the galley entrance. You didn't dare turn around. Especially not when you felt Zoro's eye cutting into your back too.

That night, you sat by the rail alone, feeling the ship rock beneath you. You rested your chin on your knees, breathing in the salt air. Your tunic was loose, your hair tied back haphazardly. You felt...tired. Tired of pretending. Tired of being just "one of the guys" when you were already more than enough as yourself. But you didn't know if they'd still want you, if they knew the truth.

Behind you, soft footsteps approached. You tensed instinctively.

Zoro. You knew it before he even said anything. You could always tell when it was him — heavy, grounded footsteps, like he was too stubborn to be knocked off balance.

"You," he grunted. You didn’t turn around. "Hm?"

He was silent for a long moment. You heard the clink of his swords when he shifted his weight. "You’re hiding something." Not a question. A statement.

Your heart gave a panicked lurch. But you just smiled a little, keeping your face turned toward the sea. "Aren't we all?"

-

It was fine. You were fine. Totally fine.

Even if Sanji was burning holes into your back every time you bent over slightly to pick up a crate. Even if Zoro kept clenching his jaw every time you stretched and your loose clothes shifted just enough to hint at curves that definitely didn't belong to a scrawny guy. Even if Chopper was still begging for a check-up like you were terminally ill.

Fine. Everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

You were lounging on deck after lunch, oversized shirt billowing in the breeze, when Nami walked by. She paused, stared, and then — With the precision of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing — She grabbed a handful of your baggy shirt at the back and yanked it tight around your torso.

You yelped, hands flailing, but it was too late. Your figure — your waist, your hips, the unmistakable curve of a body that binding couldn't completely hide — was on full display. Even your chest, flattened by layers of wrapping, still gave a betraying outline.

The deck went dead silent.

Sanji dropped his plate. (Shattered on the deck. He didn’t even blink.) Zoro's swords made a quiet rattling noise against his hip when his hands twitched.

Nami gave a smug little "huh." "Thought so," she said, smirking. You spluttered, trying to wrench your shirt free, panic skyrocketing into orbit.

And then — From his perch on the railing, Luffy squinted at you. Voice calm. Casual. Deadly serious.

"...Are you a woman?"

You opened your mouth to deny it. You really did. You were ready to bluff, to backpedal, to fake faint, something.

But instead you made a sound like: "Bu- wha- I — no — I mean yes — WAIT—"

Which sounded a lot less convincing out loud.

Everyone stared at you.

You slumped, defeated. "...Yeah," you mumbled, tugging your shirt loose and crossing your arms awkwardly. "I'm a woman. I just...I didn’t want it to be a big deal."

There was a beat of heavy, stunned silence.

And then —

Sanji made a noise like a dying kettle and bolted below deck, trailing smoke and screams. Zoro just stood there, fists clenched, a vein throbbing at his temple, looking personally betrayed by the universe. Chopper let out a tiny "Ohhh..." of realization. Usopp sat down immediately like his knees gave out. Nami looked entirely too pleased with herself. Robin, sipping tea in the corner, smiled enigmatically. And Luffy just nodded. "Cool," he said simply. Then added, thoughtful, "You’re still strong. That's all that matters."

You blinked. Stared.

Then laughed, half-hysterical, half-relieved. "...Thanks, Captain."

Meanwhile, somewhere below deck, you could hear Sanji screaming into a barrel. And Zoro hadn't moved an inch, still trying to reboot his brain.

-

You didn’t see Sanji for the rest of the afternoon. Apparently, he had flung himself into the kitchen and barricaded the door with chairs and a suspicious amount of flour sacks. Only muffled thuds and the occasional tortured scream leaked out.

Zoro had gone back to his usual nap spot, arms crossed, pretending he didn’t exist. (Though you noticed he hadn’t fallen asleep. His eye kept twitching every time you walked by.)

-

Inside the kitchen, Sanji was dying. Flat out. Not even exaggerating. Dead.

He crouched on the floor, hands clutched in his hair, cigarette smoldering in an ashtray untouched. His brain kept looping the same awful, horrifying, completely scandalous thought:

"I thought I was falling for a MAN."

He had been panicking for days. Waking up sweating after dreams of your smile, your stupid laugh, the way you shoved your hair back with your knuckles. He had thought he was broken. Had spent hours chain-smoking and questioning everything he'd ever known about himself. Was he that flexible?? Was he...enlightened??? Was he just that desperate???

And now — Now —

You were a woman. You had always been a woman. A beautiful, frustrating, sharp-tongued, irresistible woman.

"It's WORSE," he groaned into the floor. "NOW I DON'T HAVE ANY DEFENSE."

Because at least before, he had been able to deny it. Tell himself it was just admiration. Brotherhood. Something else. Now it was just... real.

"I'm screwed," he mumbled pathetically. Usopp popped his head in. "Hey, dinner soon —" Sanji threw a bread roll at him. It missed by a mile. Usopp wisely shut the door again.

Meanwhile on deck, you sat awkwardly at the table as the others danced around you. Nami — never one to miss an opportunity — leaned over and stage-whispered, "You know, you could totally milk this." You blinked. "Milk what?" She smirked. "The fact that half the crew’s having a breakdown over you."

You turned slowly to see: Zoro stabbing tiny holes into the deck with a toothpick. Sanji still absent, probably eating drywall. Chopper pretending not to stare with big, confused eyes. Robin sipping tea like she was watching a soap opera. And Luffy, chill as always, stuffing his face with meat.

You groaned into your hands. "This is a disaster."

Nami just patted you on the head. "Welcome to the crew, sweetheart."

Later that night, you found Sanji sitting alone on the steps to the galley, a cigarette dangling limply from his mouth. He looked up when you approached. Paused. Stared at you like you were a ghost he wasn’t sure was real.

You sat down beside him. Close, but not touching. The night air was salty, warm, alive.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then Sanji muttered, so low you almost missed it: "I thought...I thought there was something wrong with me." You blinked. Turned to him. His blue eyes were serious, shadowed under messy blond bangs. "I thought I was falling for a guy," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "And it scared the hell out of me."

Your heart twisted. You bumped your shoulder lightly against his. "Sorry," you said quietly. "I didn’t mean to screw with your head."

Sanji let out a long, shaky breath. "...It’s not your fault."

You smiled faintly. "If it helps," you added, teasing just a little, "you've got good taste either way."

That earned a strangled, choked-off noise from him. You laughed — a real, honest laugh.

For the first time all day, Sanji smiled too.

A little broken. A little dizzy. But real.

-

You didn’t sleep that night. You tried — gods, you tried — but the guilt itched under your skin like a bad sunburn. Even though Luffy had shrugged it off. Even though Nami had laughed and clapped you on the back. Even though Chopper had promised he'd still be your doctor (and asked very seriously if he needed to learn more about women’s anatomy now). Even though Sanji...well, Sanji was still recovering, but he hadn’t blamed you.

You still felt like a fraud. Like you’d lied to them. Hidden a part of yourself they deserved to know. You weren’t brave like Robin. You weren’t strong like Nami. You were just...you. And you’d been afraid.

You sat at the very bow of the ship, hugging your knees to your chest, staring out at the glittering black sea. Trying not to cry. Trying not to feel like a coward.

"Oi."

The voice made you jump. You turned to see Zoro standing behind you, arms crossed, expression unreadable in the moonlight. You quickly scrubbed at your eyes with your sleeve, pretending you hadn’t been tearing up. (You weren’t fooling anybody.)

He walked over and dropped down beside you, sitting cross-legged. The two of you stared out at the sea in silence for a long moment.

Finally, you muttered, voice raw, "I feel like a liar." You swallowed thickly. "I joined this crew pretending to be someone I’m not. I didn’t trust you guys. I—" Your voice cracked and you bit it back. "Maybe I don’t deserve to be here."

You kept your eyes on the water. You didn’t want to see him looking disappointed. Didn’t want to see that familiar, inevitable rejection you’d seen on other ships, in other ports.

But instead — Instead —

Zoro spoke. Voice low. Rough around the edges.

"You remind me of someone."

You blinked. Looked at him cautiously. He wasn’t looking at you — he was staring out at the horizon, jaw tight, the moon casting pale light over his face.

"Her name was Kuina," he said. "My first rival. My first friend. She was stronger than me. Smarter. Faster." He exhaled slowly. "But she wasn’t allowed to be those things. Because she was a girl."

You stared at him, stunned. He shrugged, shoulders heavy.

"She hid it. Hid how much it hurt. Hid how scared she was of being left behind." He finally turned to you. Green eyes steady, no judgment. Just a fierce, stubborn kind of understanding.

"You’re not a coward," he said simply. "You were surviving."

You opened your mouth. No words came out. Just a quiet, choked-off sound as you fought back another wave of emotion.

Without a word, Zoro reached over and ruffled your hair. Roughly. Awkwardly. Like he didn’t know how to be gentle, but he was trying anyway.

Then he clapped a heavy hand on your shoulder, almost knocking you over, and grunted, "You’re one of us. Don't forget it."

You let out a wet, broken laugh, scrubbing at your eyes again. Then nodded fiercely, sniffling.

Zoro gave you a tiny, lopsided smirk. "Good." Then he stood, dusted off his pants, and jerked his chin toward the galley. "C'mon. You missed dinner. I saved you some."

You scrambled to your feet, warmth blooming in your chest despite yourself.

Maybe...maybe it was going to be okay after all.

-

Even after the truth came out, you didn’t change much. You still wore loose shirts. Still bound your chest. Still kept your voice low and your hair tied back.

When you hit a new island, you went right back into your "guy act" — walking a little different, laughing a little rougher. Old habits were hard to break. Besides, it was safer. You weren't about to take chances just because the crew knew.

The others didn’t mind. Nami winked at you like she was in on a grand joke. Robin smiled that knowing smile of hers. Zoro acted like nothing had changed at all (but you caught him standing closer in crowds, casual but deliberate). Luffy didn’t care either way. Chopper still worried about your health 24/7. Usopp got over his initial nosebleed and went right back to being your sparring buddy.

But Sanji. Ohhhh, Sanji.

Sanji was suffering.

In public, he was trying so hard to act normal. He treated you the way he treated the guys — casual, friendly, no heart-eyes, no swooning, no over-the-top flirting. (You could feel the effort radiating off him like a fever.) He would clap you on the back instead of offering you his arm. Would say "Oi, bro!" with a strained smile instead of "My sweet angel of the sea!" Would grit his teeth every time you got hit on by strangers and he had to let you do the punching.

And when it was just the crew? He still hesitated. Torn between instinct and duty. Hovering like he wanted to offer you a chair, a drink, a flower — but afraid he'd embarrass you. Afraid he’d make you feel weird. Afraid he’d slip and somehow blow your cover by treating you "too soft."

One night, after a long day on a new island, you found him fidgeting with a tray of tea in the galley, glancing at you and then quickly away. You tilted your head. "...Sanji."

He froze like a guilty cat. "Y-Yeah?"

You set your elbow on the table, chin in your hand, and smiled — small, real. "You’re allowed to think of me as a woman." Your voice was gentle, steady. "Even if I'm dressed like this." You shrugged, trying to make it sound casual. "I’m still me."

The tension visibly floated out of him, like you’d untied a thousand knots at once. His shoulders dropped. His whole body softened.

For a second he just stared at you, blue eyes wide with something close to awe. Then —

With a flourish so smooth it was almost insulting —

He pulled a rose from nowhere. (Seriously. Did he pull it out of his sleeve? His hair? Out of his ass???)

He dropped to one knee in front of you with a practiced flick of his wrist, presenting the rose like it was a sacred treasure.

"Mon cher," he breathed, suddenly overflowing with the usual Sanji drama, "Forgive me for holding back my adoration! Allow me to serve you with all the devotion of my soul!"

You burst out laughing — not mocking, not cruel — just happy. Happy to see him being himself again.

You took the rose with a little twirl between your fingers. "You're such a dork," you said affectionately. Sanji beamed like you’d handed him the moon.

In the corner, Zoro grumbled, "Idiot." (But even he looked a little less tense.)

-

That night, you tucked the rose into the rigging above your hammock. A quiet reminder. You didn’t have to hide everything. Not here. Not with them.

-

You were getting used to the new normal. Sort of. At least now Sanji didn't look like he was going to spontaneously combust every time you smiled at him. Zoro still grumbled, but he grumbled at everyone, so you were pretty sure that was affection.

But not everything was perfect.

It started when you were helping Luffy move barrels across the deck. You heaved one over your shoulder, gritting your teeth, when you felt it — the awful too-tight pinch of your binding under your shirt. You winced, hand instinctively flying to your ribs. You thought you hid it pretty well. But not from Chopper.

"HEY!!"

You barely turned before the little reindeer doctor was zooming over on all fours, his hat flapping wildly. He skidded to a halt in front of you, eyes huge with horror. "You’re binding wrong!!" he scolded, stamping his tiny hooves. "You're gonna hurt yourself! That’s dangerous!!"

You flushed, glancing around — but most of the crew was busy elsewhere. You knelt down, trying to shush him. "Chopper, it’s fine," you said in a low voice. "It’s just a little tight today—"

"THAT'S NOT FINE!!" He slapped your arm with his tiny hoof for emphasis. "If you wear bad bindings for too long you can break your ribs or damage your lungs or — or —" He was getting himself so worked up you thought he might pass out.

You sighed, smiling tiredly. "Alright, alright. I’ll be more careful. Promise." Chopper sniffled, clearly still worried, but nodded. "I’ll make you a better wrap later," he muttered fiercely. "You’re part of my crew. I gotta keep you healthy."

You ruffled his hat with a warm chuckle. "Thanks, Doc." He beamed up at you. ("Also," he added seriously, "I’m gonna make you drink so much milk.") You decided not to argue.

Later that evening, as the sun slipped low and the ship rocked lazily over calm waters, you sat by the rail, arms folded loosely across your knees.

A soft shadow fell over you.

You looked up to see Robin approaching, a calm smile on her lips. She sat down beside you with the kind of easy grace that always made you feel clumsy by comparison.

For a while, she didn’t say anything. Just sat there, watching the water with you. Finally, she spoke. Voice quiet.

"You know," she said, "pretending to be someone you’re not isn’t always cowardice."

You looked at her, startled. She smiled, faint and secretive. "I spent years living under different names. Wearing different faces. Hiding my true self." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sometimes it’s survival."

You swallowed the lump rising in your throat. Robin turned those deep, steady eyes on you.

"But it’s also brave," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "To survive, yes. But also to finally choose when — and how — to show your real self."

You blinked fast, your throat tight.

Robin reached over and gently squeezed your hand. "You don’t owe anyone the parts of you you’re not ready to share."

You squeezed her hand back. Hard. Silent, but full of everything you couldn’t quite say.

For a little while longer, the two of you just sat there, listening to the lap of the waves and the soft creak of the ship. And for the first time in a long time, you didn't feel like you were carrying the whole weight of it alone.

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Talk Like a Pirate

One Piece x Reader

So, while i was writing the last bit of Ye Olde Bit That Went Too Far , this idea came to me. A lot shorter - but again, gave me a giggle.

Enjoy!

(Doflamingo isnt in this i just like the gif)

It all started with boredom. Dangerous, creeping, soul-eating boredom.

You’d already cleaned your room, practiced your hobby (twice), and tried napping, but sleep wouldn’t come. So, naturally, the only logical solution was: talk like a pirate.

Not “a regular pirate” like the ones on the ship. No, you were going full-blown, theme-park, fake parrot and all, “Arrr matey!” kind of pirate. A true menace to linguistics.

You stomped onto the main deck like a dramatic storm cloud. Your entrance? Bold.

“AVAST, YE SCALLYWAGS! WHO BE HOGGIN’ THE GROG?!”

A record scratch might as well have played. Everyone froze. Even the wind paused, concerned.

Luffy blinked at you, a drumstick half-raised to his mouth. “Huh?”

Zoro glanced up from where he was napping, squinting. “...What the hell are you on?”

You puffed out your chest and planted your hands on your hips, dramatically. “Speak proper, ye sea dogs! Or I’ll have ya swabbin’ the deck ‘til yer backs give out!”

“Are you okay?” Usopp whispered to Chopper.

Chopper whispered back, “Maybe the sun cooked their brain…”

You marched up to Sanji, who was just setting out a tray of drinks, and snatched one. “Aye, this be fine grog! A toast to pillagin’, plunderin’, and the open sea!” You raised the glass, tilted it back—and immediately choked on what turned out to be citrus juice.

Sanji rushed over, thumping your back. “Oi! Don’t die, ya lunatic!”

You coughed and wheezed, but refused to break character. “‘Tis but a splash o’ sea foam in me lungs, good cook! I’ll live to hoist the colors once more!”

Franky, walking in with a wrench, paused mid-stride. “...Are we doin’ pirate voices now?”

Brook appeared behind you. “Yohoho! I don’t have lungs, but I’d love to join in, if I had breath to spare!”

Nami pinched the bridge of her nose. “This is going to be a long day.”

Robin, sipping tea in the corner, smiled over the rim of her cup. “I find this quite entertaining.”

Luffy grinned, springing to his feet. “Okay!! I’m a pirate too!! Wait… I already am a pirate. Shishishi!”

You dramatically bowed. “Then join me, Captain, an’ we’ll plunder the Grand Line with fire in our hearts an’ gold in our sights!”

Luffy gasped. “THAT SOUNDS AWESOME!! Can we plunder meat too?!”

Zoro, now thoroughly annoyed, stood up and walked away. “I’m going to the crow’s nest. Wake me when the madness ends.”

But the madness had only just begun.

-

You were just getting started.

Your next move was to declare a Pirate Code, which included new ship rules like:

All arguments to be settled with dramatic sword duels or dance-offs.

Every hour on the hour, someone must yell “Land ho!” regardless of proximity to land.

Sanji is no longer “Cook” — he is now “Sir Sauces-a-lot.”

You were on the main deck, standing proudly atop a crate, waving a mop like a cutlass. Your speech was ready.

“Hear me, ye bilge rats! From this day forward, under the Code of the Salty Seadog—”

You didn’t see him coming. One moment you were in full dramatic monologue mode, and the next—

Zoro yeeted you off the side of the Sunny.

Like. Just picked you up and tossed you. No hesitation. No remorse.

“YARRRRRRRRR—” you screamed as you sailed through the air.

SPLASH.

You surfaced, spluttering, flailing dramatically. “BETRAYAL! MUTINY! I’VE BEEN CAST INTO DAVY JONES’ BATHTUB!”

No one helped.

Sanji lit a cigarette and sighed. “Honestly, that’s fair.”

Usopp walked by, casually tossing you a floaty ring. “Here. Don’t say I never did anything for you.”

Luffy leaned over the railing, grinning. “You looked cool flying through the air!”

Chopper was scribbling notes. “This confirms it. Zoro reacts violently to cringe stimuli.”

Robin was still sipping tea. “How poetic. Thrown to sea for trying to bring more pirate into a pirate’s life.”

Franky leaned over. “You want me to throw you back up here? SUPER cannon-style?”

Brook was playing a mournful sea shanty in your honor.

“IF I DIE—” you declared, clinging to the side of the ship, “BURY ME WITH ME BOOTY!”

Zoro returned to his nap spot like nothing happened.

[hummingbird24220]

Ye Olde Bit That Went Too Far

One Piece x Reader

I had more fun than i should have writing this. Hope you enjoy and don't have a stroke reading it xx

'Twas a fair morn upon the Thousand Sunny, waves gently kissing the hull and seagulls crying yonder in the skies above. The crew lounged in mirth and merriment, unaware that thou hadst awoken with a singular goal: to speaketh like an absolute medieval maniac for the entirety of the day.

Lo, you bursteth forth from thy quarters with great aplomb, arms stretched to the heavens.

“Gooooood morrow, mine dearest crewmates!” thou didst declare, voice carrying upon the wind. “Verily, the sun doth shine like Sanji’s golden locks, and the day ringeth with promise!”

Luffy blinked thrice. “Huh?”

Zoro, polishing his sword, raised a brow. “Are you having a stroke?”

“Nay, good swordsman! I speaketh thus for mine own amusement,” thou saidst, striding across the deck like royalty. “Forsooth, I am possessed by the spirits of drama and olden days. Make peace with it, or begone!”

Usopp burst into laughter. “Oh no, they’ve gone full theater kid.”

“Naught but a knave would mock me so!” thou declared, pointing a dramatic finger. “Usopp, bearer of tales and slayer of beasts, dost thou dare insult thine most loyal companion?”

“I didn’t insult you!” he said between giggles. “That was a compliment!”

Then Sanji appeared from the galley, cigarette in mouth. “Breakfast’s ready.”

“Ah, Sanji the Golden! Thou hath stirred the morning gruel once more?” thou saidst, approaching him with a hand on thy chest. “Truly, thy culinary hands are kissed by the gods themselves.”

He paused. Blushed. Lit another cigarette out of pure confusion. “I… uh. Thanks?”

Zoro muttered, “If they say ‘hath’ one more time I’m jumping overboard.”

You whirled on him. “Speak not in jest, green-haired demon! I shall challenge thee to a duel of words and wit if thy disrespect continues!”

Zoro stood. “Fine. Dost thou even lift?”

A gasp. “How darest thou.”

Nami walked by, sipping tea. “If they start saying ‘milady’ I’m throwing them off the ship.”

“Alas!” you wailed, collapsing onto a deck chair. “Mine heart is sore wounded. Betray’d by mine own crew. But nay! Yonder babe—Luffy—did call thy name. I shall away!”

Luffy grinned. “I didn’t call your name, but I am a babe. Heh.”

And so the day continued, with you refusing to drop character. Robin found it “charming,” Franky tried to match your tone (“SUPER ETHEREAL, MY FAIR DAME!”), and Chopper was utterly bewildered.

You regretted nothing.

-

The sun didst rise higher o’er the glistening sea, and thou, devoted to thy bit with the resolve of a thousand stubborn goats, didst stride across the deck with flair unmatch’d. Yet fate—cruel and most foul—had other plans.

For as thou didst saunter yonder toward the foremast, thy pinky toe didst strike the corner of a crate most merciless.

"BY THE GODS!" thou howled, hopping on one foot like a harlot scorn’d. “A CURSE UPON THIS UNHOLY BOX! MAY IT BE SMOTE BY THE WRATH OF NEPTUNE HIMSELF!”

The crew turned, startled by thy lamentation. Chopper rushed forward.

“Are you okay?!”

Thou grabbed him by his little shoulders. “Sweet deer of medicine, listen well—I have suffered a most grievous affliction. Mine toe—mine precious, valiant toe—hath betrayed me!”

Robin, who had until then been reading beneath the shade, looked up with a gentle smile. “Thy lament is great, dear friend. Perchance, the crate was a foe in disguise.”

Thou gasped. “Robin! Dost mine ears deceive me, or hast thou joined me in this most noble tongue?”

She closed her book with elegant grace. “Why, yes. 'Tis a language most poetic. I find it rather... soothing.”

Sanji, holding a tray of fresh orange slices, looked between the two of you. “Wait… are we all doing this now?”

Brook twirled his cane. “Indeed! For what is life, if not a stage for such melodious speech? Yohohoho!”

Usopp grinned and puffed out his chest. “Aye! I, Usopp the Brave, have always spoketh with valor and drama!”

Franky struck a pose. “SUPER YE OLDE STYLE, BABY!”

Luffy started repeating random words he thought sounded cool: “Bequeath! Thou! Henceforth! Rubber-rubber sword!”

Zoro groaned, rubbing his temples as if smiteth with a headache from the gods.

He turned to Robin, narrowing his eye. “Why ist thou so damn good at speaketh in such tongue?”

Robin gave a coy smile. “Mayhaps I read too many ancient texts. Or mayhaps I was born with dramatic flair in mine soul.”

Thou clutched thy chest, tears of pride welling. “Mine crew… mine beautiful, chaotic, theatrical crew!”

Zoro sighed, pointing his sword at thee. “Just know, if this keeps up, I shall challenge thee to a duel… and speaketh not a single word the whole time.”

“Then thou shalt lose, for I wield both blade and bard!” thou declared.

And lo, the play did continue, for none among them couldst bear to stop. Forsooth—it was the dumbest day ever, and one of the most glorious.

-

As twilight painteth the skies in hues of gold and wine, the Straw Hats did gather 'round the galley’s table, where Sanji the Golden-Chef had laid a spread worthy of kings and fools alike. The scent of roasted meats and buttery loaves did waft and swirl, dancing betwixt the hungry crew.

Thou did siteth at the head, goblet raised high.

“Hark!” thou proclaimed. “Let us feast upon this bounty as though ‘twere our last repast! For who knoweth when the sea shall claim our bones!”

Nami arched a brow. “It’s literally just dinner.”

Robin, sipping wine with grace, did reply, “And yet our dear orator speaketh true. One must never take for granted the bliss of warm bread and salted flesh.”

Sanji, who had changed into a frilly cravat just for the bit, bowed deeply. “T’was cooked with love most pure. May it fill thy bellies and ignite thy spirits!”

Luffy had already stuffed half a turkey leg into his face. “Verily, this bird… slaps.”

Franky clanked two tankards together. “SUPER SLAPS, BROTHER!”

Brook raised his goblet as well. “To Sanji! The culinary knight of this fine vessel!”

“TO SANJI!” all but one did shout.

Zoro sat slouched in his chair, arms crossed, eye twitching.

Thou turned to him. “Why doth thy tongue lie still, oh grumpy blade-wielder?”

Zoro sighed, then picked up a fork. “Because I speaketh only when mine stomach is full, and not before.”

A pause.

Thou smirked. “Thy sass is palpable.”

Sanji slammed his goblet down with flourish. “Then let there be a toast! To our battles won, to the tides yet to turn, and to the finest lady aboard—”

Thou leaned forward. “Ah, sweet flattery. Continue.”

He blinked. “I meant Robin.”

Thou: “A curse upon thee.”

Usopp, already wearing a napkin as a cape, stood on his chair. “Let it be known across the Grand Line! That this feast was had, and that it was awesome!”

Chopper clapped his hooves. “I declare! Never hath my tastebuds known such joy!”

Robin turned to thee, raising an elegant brow. “Dost thou ever plan to speak normally again?”

Thou took a bite of bread, chewed slowly, and answered with solemn dignity:

“When pigs taketh flight, and the sea runneth dry.”

Zoro groaned. “We’re doomed.”

Luffy flung mashed potatoes into his own mouth and cheered, “THEN LET US DINE UNTIL THE MOON DOTH CRASH UPON THE EARTH!”

And thus, the feast did continue, full of clamor and jest, with tankards raised and crumbs everywhere, like a tavern out of time. Twas a dinner to remember—not for the food, but for the sheer nonsense of it all.

-

The Thousand Sunny did dock upon the shores of Beldoria, a lively isle filled with merchants, hawkers, and wares aplenty. The crew stepped off the ship eager for adventure—or at the very least, a snack and some new socks.

And thou?

Thou did descend the ramp with the grandeur of a royal exile.

“Behold! A town of riches and revelry lies before us!” thou declared, spreading thine arms wide. “Mayhaps I shall acquire a cloak of velvet, or a vial of perfume forged from moonlight!”

Zoro was already rubbing his forehead. “You promised—PROMISED—you’d stop when we made land.”

“Nay, swordsman. I made no such vow. Perhaps in thy dreams, but in truth? I remain ever thus.”

A few townspeople nearby turned, eyebrows raised.

One elderly vendor leaned toward another. “Oh! A noble, by the sound of it. Didst thou hear their diction?”

“Aye,” the other replied, eyes wide. “Surely royalty—perhaps a minor lady, or a wandering bard princess!”

Thou turned and bowed deeply. “Fair citizens of Beldoria, thy humble traveler greets thee. I seeketh wares most wondrous, treasures most sparkly, and snacks—preferably fried.”

The old merchant clapped his hands. “Of course, my lady! Right this way!”

Zoro stared in horror. “No. No. Don’t—don’t feed into this.”

Usopp whispered, “Dude, they think they’re an actual noble.”

“THEY’RE NOT!” Zoro barked. “They’re just an idiot with too much free time!”

The merchant frowned. “Is… is this your servant, my lady?”

Thou placed a dramatic hand upon Zoro’s shoulder. “Aye, he is mine protector. Stoic and loyal, though cursed with the tongue of a foul-mouthed goat.”

Zoro looked like he might actually commit homicide. “I’m gonna cutteth offeth youreth toungeth.”

Luffy, already riding in a cart pulled by goats, shouted, “Yonder! There be candy apples!”

Chopper scampered after him. “Wait for me!”

Sanji was flirting with three flower girls, all of whom had asked him if he was also “of noble descent.”

Robin, ever amused, strolled beside thee with a small smile. “So. Thou art famous now.”

“Aye,” thou said, inspecting a jeweled brooch offered by a starstruck merchant. “Fame is a heavy crown, dear Robin. Yet I wear it like a dramatic hat.”

Zoro lagged behind, arms crossed, scowling at every person who looked at you like you were the second coming of King Arthur. “I didn’t sign up for this.”

“You did,” Robin replied. “When you agreed to join this crew.”

“This is why I drink,” Zoro muttered.

Meanwhile, a crowd had begun to form around thee. Children asked for blessings. A bard asked for a duet. A noblewoman batted her eyes and asked if thou required a consort.

“Alas, I must decline, fair lady,” thou said, flourishing your coat. “Mine heart belongeth to the sea… and possibly snacks.”

-

What began as a quiet shopping trip didst quickly descend into utter madness, as a gang of rogue mercenaries attempted to rob the village square. The Straw Hats, ever the champions of chaos and justice alike, sprang into action.

Steel clashed, dust billowed, and in the midst of it all—thou.

Thou stood upon a toppled produce cart, brandishing a blade not thine own (liberated from some fool mid-combat), cape billowing as if thou had summoned wind itself.

“FIE!” thou cried, slashing through an unlucky attacker’s sword and pride in one swing. “HAVE AT THEE, VILLAINS! I BRINGETH UNTO THEE—RUIN!”

Zoro, elbow-deep in his own pile of unconscious enemies, didn’t even look up. “They’re still doing it.”

Sanji lit a cigarette with a shaky hand. “God, just let ‘em tire out.”

Usopp ducked behind a barrel. “They just kicked a guy while quoting Hamlet! Hamlet, man!”

Robin, meanwhile, fought beside thee like a shadow with a smile, her clone arms assisting thy dramatic poses. “Your form is quite... theatrical.”

“Only the finest for my audience!” thou shouted, flipping dramatically over a fallen crate and landing in a three-point stance atop a flour barrel.

The last few mercenaries, dazed and bleeding, tried to regroup.

One squinted at thee as thou wiped the sweat from thy brow, foot upon a smoldering cart, saber held aloft to the heavens.

“Hear me now!” thou proclaimed. “Let it be known across land and sea—on this day, in this place, we didst layeth the smacketh down! For we are VICTORS!”

The mercenaries exchanged glances. One whispered, “...are they possessed?”

Another shook his head, dropping his weapon. “Naw, man. This one’s got too much crazy in their eyes. I ain’t dying for this.”

And lo—thine enemies fled! Broken in body, confused in soul, and wholly uninterested in whatever fourth-wall-defying monologue thou had prepared.

Silence fell upon the square.

Until—

Thunk!

A wooden ladle struck thee squarely upon the temple.

“OW!” you shouted, immediately dropping the saber and stumbling. “ZORO, WHAT THE HELL?!”

Zoro, halfway across the square and still very much grumpy, shouted, “You’re done now, right?! You done?!”

The entire tone of the world shifted. The dramatic shading vanished. The wind died. The music stopped. You blinked, now just a normal person in a ruined fruit stand with dramatic sweat and a nosebleed.

“Oh my god, I was doing that voice for like… three days straight.”

Chopper held up a hoof. “Three and a half.”

You rubbed your head. “I think I blacked out a little.”

Robin, smiling sweetly, offered you a napkin. “You had a good run. I was impressed.”

Luffy was already looting candy from a fallen vendor. “Are you gonna do it again tomorrow?”

You looked up at the sky, exhausted.

“...Maybe just weekends.”

-

The sun had dipped low, casting molten gold across the sea as the Sunny gently rocked beneath the fading day. The crew had returned victorious, full of snacks, coin, and mild emotional damage.

You lay sprawled on a deck chair, a bag of ice pressed to the growing bump on your forehead. Your legs were limp, your spirit hollow, and your tongue?

Still.

For the first time in days.

Zoro sat nearby, whetting Wado Ichimonji, finally at peace. “So. You done?”

You gave a raspy sigh. “I’ve… old timey’d myself out. I’ve got nothing left.”

Sanji peeked out from the galley. “Thank God.”

Usopp flopped next to you, arms wide. “I was one more ‘hark’ away from jumping into the sea.”

Chopper passed by and held up a tiny flashlight. “Your pupils are normal now. But I’m keeping this ice bag on just in case you slip back into… you know. The persona.”

You groaned. “Don’t let me. No matter what I say. If I start again, someone hit me with a frying pan.”

“Gladly,” Zoro muttered.

Robin appeared beside you, handing you a cup of tea. “You were very committed.”

“I was in too deep,” you whispered, eyes hollow. “I became the character.”

She smiled. “You had the entire town convinced you were a lost royal.”

Luffy dangled upside down from the mast. “Can we make that your new bounty poster? ‘Dramatic Pirate!’”

“No.”

He pouted. “But it was so funny!”

“NO.”

Silence.

A breeze passed.

Nami strolled by, casually setting a second bag of ice next to you. “Just in case. For the emotional damage.”

You took it without protest.

And then… peace.

The waves lapped gently. The sun dipped low. No one was shouting “hark” or “hast” or “fie.” The deck was quiet. Your lump throbbed, but your soul was calm.

Until Luffy grinned.

“Next island, we all speak pirate, right? Like full ‘ARRR’ and ‘shiver me timbers’?”

You didn’t move. “If anyone does a single pirate voice, I will leap overboard.”

Zoro gave a satisfied nod. “Now that’s the most normal thing you’ve said all week.”

And for now—only for now—the theatre was closed.

[hummingbird24220]

Are You Dead or Just Sleeping?

One Piece x Reader

Again, this was just a random, poorly written drabble, but i thought the idea was silly, so its short, but thought it was fun to read ;p

The first time it happened, it was Chopper who found you.

You’d only been sailing with the crew for a week, and everyone was still figuring you out. Quiet, polite, strangely elegant—you were sweet enough, but there was something... old-fashioned about you. Zoro said you looked like you belonged in a haunted painting. Robin, on the other hand, said you reminded her of antique poetry—mysterious and oddly tragic.

But no one was ready for how you slept.

Chopper knocked on your door to let you know dinner was ready, only to find it slightly ajar. He peeked in, and there you were—lying stiff as a board, hands folded delicately over your chest, legs straight together, face serene and pale.

Like. A. Corpse.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The next thing you knew, the entire crew was crowded in your room.

“She’s cold! Why is she cold!?” Usopp wailed, tears pouring down his face.

“She’s not breathing!” Sanji cried, dramatically shaking your shoulder.

“Wait… is this a curse?” Luffy poked your cheek. “Robin, do you know any death curses?”

“Maybe she’s possessed,” Robin mused, disturbingly calm. “Her hands are clasped like a mourning widow in a gothic novel.”

“She is kinda spooky…” Nami muttered, crouched beside you with her hand hovering near your neck.

Then, you blinked.

Everyone froze.

You sat up slowly, squinting at the crowd in confusion. “...Is dinner ready?”

Silence.

Then Usopp screamed again and fell over.

After that incident, the crew refused to leave you unattended when you went to sleep.

They made excuses at first.

“Oh, I’m just passing by…” “Mind if I hang out here for a bit?” “I’m just cleaning!” (Franky brought a whole mop.)

Eventually, they stopped pretending. They just watched.

You slept perfectly still, hands folded over your chest like a princess in a glass coffin, face calm, barely breathing.

It was unnerving.

“She could be a vampire,” Sanji whispered one night, watching you from behind a couch cushion.

“Vampires don’t fold laundry and say please and thank you,” Nami hissed back.

Zoro leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “She looks like she’s auditioning for a funeral.”

“Maybe she’s just really relaxed,” Luffy offered, nodding sagely.

“She’s the opposite of relaxed! She’s death!” Usopp shivered.

Even Brook was concerned—and he was dead.

Eventually, you found out.

You opened your eyes one night and were greeted by eight heads leaning over you in the dark. (Robin gave you space)

You let out a gasp. “Are you all watching me sleep?!”

Everyone immediately tried to pretend they weren’t.

“No! I was just—uh—checking on the wall! It’s—uh—cracked!” “I dropped a coin near your bed!” “I was walking past and fell!” “I’m sleepwalking!” (That was Usopp. No one believed him.)

You just blinked at them and muttered, “Weirdos,” before rolling back over—dead silent, dead still.

Zoro muttered, “Okay but like, she definitely floats an inch above the bed. I saw it.”

[hummingbird24220]

Oh, If Only…

One piece x Reader

I've had some stupid ideas in the works for a while - time to post. This is a short one and i wasn't going to bother posting, but eh, re-reading it gave me a giggle.

Life on the Thousand Sunny was so hard sometimes.

Like now—when your teacup was just out of reach and you had to stretch a whole inch to get it.

You let out a dramatic gasp, tossing your head back. "Oh, if only there were a big, strong and handsome swordsman nearby to pass me my tea... Alas, I am but a helpless soul."

Zoro, who was sitting two feet away, looked up from cleaning Wado Ichimonji.

"Get it yourself," he muttered.

You blinked at him, shocked. “Wow. Chivalry is dead.”

"You’re not even trying to be subtle about it anymore," he added, not even looking at you.

Later, while struggling with an empty jar of peanut butter (it had maybe one spoonful left, maybe), you fell to your knees, clutching the counter like a wounded soldier.

“If only… a charismatic, meat-loving captain would come whisk this jar away and return it… full!”

Luffy appeared instantly. “You want meat?! I got meat!!” He dropped three cooked slabs onto the table.

You blinked. “Luffy, this is chicken.”

“Close enough!!”

The next morning, the faucet gave a little sputter, and you got hit with a slightly colder stream of water than you liked. Tragic.

You gasped, placing the back of your hand to your forehead like a heroine in distress. “Ohhh, if only there was a brilliant, brawny shipwright nearby—one with big, powerful hands—to fix this tragedy!”

Franky poked his head in with a grin. “You rang, little drama queen?” He adjusted his shades and flexed unnecessarily. “Let me SUPER this faucet for you!”

You gave him a round of sarcastic applause. “Finally. A man of culture.”

The real kicker was when you were curled up on the couch, blanket draped over your legs, sighing dramatically while staring at the empty plate in front of you.

“Oh, the hunger… the agony… If only a tall, devilishly handsome French cook would appear and grace me with a snack... Perhaps even a lovingly prepared charcuterie board…”

A beat.

Then—

“I heard that!” Sanji shouted from the kitchen. Moments later, he spun into the room like a culinary prince, silver tray in hand. “For you, mon amour,” he said, placing it on your lap.

You smiled sweetly. “You really do love me.”

He lit a cigarette with a wink. “Of course. Unlike those barbarians you keep calling for.”

You sipped your tea with a satisfied sigh.

Being annoying? Worth it.

-

It started like any other day—you, reclining in the shade with a cold drink, sighing softly as you wiped a perfectly nonexistent bead of sweat from your brow.

“Ohhh, if only I had a charming swordsman to fan me with palm leaves. One with… abs. And brooding eyes.”

Zoro glanced over from where he was lifting weights, scoffed—and then stood.

He walked over silently, snatched a leaf from a nearby branch, and dropped to one knee.

“Oh, poor fragile creature," he said in a deadpan voice. "Enduring so much. Let me serve you in your final moments of discomfort.”

He fanned you twice. Poorly.

You stared at him, stunned.

“…Are you mocking me?”

“Absolutely.”

-

You were refilling your water when Luffy suddenly collapsed against the mast, holding his stomach.

“I’m so HUNGRY,” he moaned loudly. “If only—someone—anyone—cared enough to feed their sweet, lovable, meat-deprived captain.”

“Luffy, you ate thirty minutes ago.”

He flopped onto the deck dramatically. “AND YET I STARVE.”

Usopp walked by and threw a piece of bread on his chest. “Shut up, man.”

You just sipped your water and raised a brow. “Feeling inspired, huh?”

Luffy grinned from the ground. “You make it look fun!”

Later, Franky emerged from under the deck with grease on his face, chest puffed out, clutching his own shoulder.

“Ohhh noooo," he wailed in a mock-heroic voice. "My strong, genius shipwright arm is so tired! If only there was someone—a radiant, fashionable soul—who could feed me grapes while I lie here, being attractive and mechanically gifted!”

You tossed him a bunch of grapes.

He caught them and immediately started eating them one by one, very slowly, while gazing into the distance.

Nami passed by, rolled her eyes, and muttered, “This entire crew has lost it.”

But the best one?

Sanji. Of course.

You were merely humming in the kitchen, waiting for lunch, when he burst in with theatrical flair, one hand on his chest, the other flung toward the heavens.

“My DEAREST, I heard your cries echoing through the galley—your hunger, your yearning, your insatiable desire for flavor!”

You stared. “I literally didn’t say anything.”

He dropped to both knees, clutching a plate like a sacred offering. “Let me offer you my heart—in the form of this five-star lunch, crafted by my hands, forged in fire, and kissed by the gods of cuisine.”

You took the plate slowly. “…It’s a sandwich.”

“A sandwich of love.”

You bit into it. It was damn good.

“I hate that this is working on me,” you mumbled through a mouthful.

By dinner, the crew was full of dramatic sighs, mock swooning, and shirtless fan-waving contests. You sat in the middle of it all, sipping tea like a queen.

“Maybe I created a monster,” you mused aloud.

Zoro leaned in next to you. “Monsters. Plural. Should we stop them?”

You both looked around at Luffy pretending to faint from emotional pain, Franky building a pedestal for himself, and Sanji serenading the fish in the aquarium bar.

You grinned. “Nah. Let them suffer beautifully.”

[saltsoaaa]

[startokkie]

qifrey’s love for dragons gives me so much cuteness aggression 💕

[gramnel]

[thefashionpolyglot]

[hummingbird24220]

Could I request reader getting into a drinking contest with Nami and Zoro at some random bar on a random island. Maybe Reader wins the contest, maybe they don't but they do absolutely get drunk off their ass which is fine but none of the straw hats have ever seen them this drunk and it turns out Reader is a flirty drunk. Maybe Reader starts flirting zoro and nami(the closest people available) but soon no one is safe but the straw hats put a stop to it real quick when Reader starts flirting with random people in the bar.

(Feel free to lean into whatever ship you want! Love the neko! Reader story! Respectfully waiting to see more of it!)

Of course! I love thissss. Hope you do too! Sorry it took so loooooooong <3

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Rum, Regrets, and Really Hot Pirates

One Piece x Drunk!Reader

It started off innocently enough.

A pit stop at a tiny, loud island for supplies and a little relaxation had landed the Straw Hats in a bar that smelled like citrusy alcohol, grilled meat, and the promise of poor decisions. You sat between Zoro and Nami at a round table, elbow propped on the wood, a lazy grin tugging at your lips.

"You're going down, Nami," you slurred—or maybe purred—already on your third shot of something blue and definitely flammable.

Nami shot you a sly grin, already five drinks in and still as composed as ever. "You sure about that? You’re blinking in slow motion."

Zoro snorted, slamming back a glass of sake. “Both of you are lightweights.”

You turned to him with narrowed eyes and a cocky smirk. “Says the guy who can’t even spell lightweight.”

“What does that even mean?” Zoro muttered, blinking.

Thus began the Great Drunken Showdown of the Century.

Glasses clinked. Booze flowed. At some point, Usopp and Luffy started chanting in the background. Chopper worriedly monitored everyone’s vitals, with a sugar high from too much soda. Sanji kept trying to serve snacks, but Nami threatened to dock his pay if he interrupted.

Robin quietly placed bets with Franky. Brook asked to play background music, but nobody gave him an instrument. He hummed anyway.

By your eighth—or tenth?—glass, your sense of direction had flipped sideways and you were leaning heavily against Nami’s shoulder, your voice sticky-sweet and eyes half-lidded.

"You smell like… like treasure and sass," you mumbled, tapping your finger against her cheek. "Did it hurt? When you… fell from the sky, angel~?"

Nami raised an eyebrow and looked down at you in alarm. "Oh no."

"Yep," Zoro said, voice dry as a desert. "Flirty drunk."

You giggled and slithered out of Nami’s grip only to flop dramatically onto Zoro’s lap.

"You~," you said, poking his chest. "You’re always scowling. Wanna know what would look better on you?"

“No,” he deadpanned.

“A kiss.”

Zoro’s eye twitched. “No.”

"A smile," you corrected, grinning like a drunk fool. "But also, maybe a kiss. For research."

The table went silent. Sanji's soul left his body.

"Oh no, they’re dangerous when drunk," Robin murmured, oddly amused.

"Should we… do something?" Franky asked.

And that’s when it happened.

You stood up. Wobbled. Squinted across the bar. Your eyes locked on a man who looked like a shaved walrus wearing sunglasses indoors and a purple feather boa.

“Oh hellooo~,” you called out, stumbling your way over. “That boa is everything. You look like a sexy coat rack.”

“(Y/N), no—” Nami bolted up.

Zoro caught your shoulder just as you were reaching out to stroke the stranger’s collar. “Back. To. The. Table,” he growled.

“But he looks like—like if a disco ball and a mafia boss had a baby! I wanna kiss his brain.”

“You’re cut off,” Zoro said, dragging you backward.

“Nooo, lemme flirt with the birdman!” you whined, pointing at a completely unrelated bald man with a mustache.

Robin chuckled behind a wine glass. “I don’t know whether to be worried or entertained.”

Back at the table, you flopped down again, this time directly onto Sanji’s lap.

“You’re always so nice to me,” you purred. “Wanna get married?”

Sanji turned to stone.

Chopper ran in circles, screaming, “They’re too far gone!”

You hiccupped, blinked blearily, then grinned at Luffy. “You got really pretty eyes, Cap’n.”

“Thanks!” Luffy beamed. “Wanna share meat?”

“I wanna share my heart.”

The entire crew screamed.

You had switched laps again.

Currently perched across Luffy’s thighs like you were sunbathing on a hammock, you were cupping his face in both hands and squinting at him like he held all the secrets of the universe.

“You ever notice… you got eyelashes like a princess?” you murmured, voice deadly serious. “You’re like, royalty. Pirate royalty. The One Piece is your vibe.”

Luffy blinked. “I dunno what that means but it sounds awesome.”

“Wanna be my prince?”

“I’m already the Pirate King.”

You squealed. “EVEN BETTER.”

Nami yanked you up by your collar. “Alright, Casanova, that’s enough.”

You flopped into her like dead weight, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and nuzzling into her neck. “But I like you guys. You're all sooo hot. Why is our crew so hot? It’s unfair.”

“Stop touching me,” Nami hissed, trying to pry your face off her collarbone. “Stop whispering compliments. STOP BEING CHARMING.”

Zoro crossed his arms, clearly considering whether it’d be morally wrong to just throw you into a barrel of cold water. “They’re like a heat-seeking flirt missile.”

“DO NOT LET THEM WANDER AGAIN,” Sanji snapped, looking like he’d aged 10 years in 10 minutes.

Unfortunately, you had already spotted your next victim.

A scruffy man with one eye and a face tattoo had just walked past. He looked like he’d eaten nails for breakfast and washed them down with lava. Naturally, this meant one thing:

You loved him.

“Hey,” you cooed, slinking off the table and trotting after the man. “You look like you’ve committed at least four crimes, and I respect that.”

“Don’t,” Zoro warned. “Don’t engage.”

“You have ‘mysterious backstory’ energy,” you said dreamily, walking a perfect drunk zigzag. “Like a villain with a redemption arc. Wanna kiss?”

Robin actually snorted. “They’re going to get stabbed.”

The guy blinked at you, completely caught off guard. “Are you talking to me?”

“Yeah,” you purred. “You got haunted eyes. Like you’ve seen things. Wanna trauma bond?”

Zoro moved so fast it was like a jump cut. He grabbed you under one arm and hauled you backward like a sack of flour. “That’s it. We’re done here.”

“I WAS IN LOVE WITH HIM,” you screamed dramatically.

“You’ve been in love with everyone in this bar,” Nami said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

You were now fighting Zoro’s grip like a very drunk and very weak octopus. “Let me flirt!! My charm is a gift! A gift to the world!!”

“You’re trying to flirt with a wall, you idiot!” Sanji barked, pointing to where you’d been gazing with starry eyes at a coatrack.

“…She’s hot,” you whispered.

“No she’s not,” said Franky, looking genuinely offended. “That’s wood.”

You thrashed again in Zoro’s arms. “I REGRET NOTHING—”

“Can we please knock them out?” Nami asked.

“We’re not knocking them out,” Chopper protested. “They just need water and maybe, like, fifty hours of sleep.”

Suddenly you stilled in Zoro’s grip, blinking wide-eyed and innocent. “Wait. Waitwaitwait.”

Everyone paused.

You slowly turned your head, looking around the group with slow drunken realization. “You’re all trying to stop me…”

“Yes,” Robin confirmed.

“…Which means you’re in the way of true love.”

“Oh no,” Usopp muttered.

Your face hardened with conviction—well, as hard as a flushed, drooling, overly flirtatious expression could get. You pointed one trembling finger at the crew and announced:

“Fine. If I can’t flirt with strangers, I’ll flirt with ALL OF YOU.”

The Straw Hats collectively screamed.

Zoro was still holding you like a sack of potatoes under one arm, but now you were writhing with renewed purpose. “LET ME LOVE YOU!”

“NO,” Zoro grunted, trying to pin you back down into a chair. You tried to kiss his bicep on the way down.

“Let me whisper sweet nothings to your scars,” you mumbled.

“You do that sober,” Zoro muttered. “Now it’s just weird.”

As soon as you were on your feet again, you made a break for it—arms outstretched, like you were chasing your dreams. “NAMI, MARRY ME!”

Nami dodged you with the grace of a cat, letting you stumble straight past and slam gently into a barstool. “No.”

“You don’t even know why you’re saying no,” you slurred dramatically, clinging to the bar. “I’d be a great partner. I’m sexy. I’m loyal. I only cry a little in the mornings.”

“You cried on a sandwich yesterday,” she pointed out.

You turned your attention, dazed and deadly, toward Usopp.

“You,” you breathed, staggering toward him. “You got, like… long fingers. For holding my heart.”

Usopp yelped and ducked behind Chopper. “They’re gonna say something weird, I can feel it!”

Chopper, who had made the dire mistake of thinking he might be safe, started backing up immediately.

“No no no no—” he panicked, tiny arms out.

“Chopper,” you said sweetly. “You’re the cutest crew member. If I were your size I’d marry you on the spot.”

Chopper turned bright red and made a panicked whimpering noise before running under a table.

Robin was watching like she was enjoying a soap opera. "What about me?" she asked, sipping her drink.

You locked eyes with her, blinking in awe. “You're—You're like… if a library was also a goddess.”

“Mm,” she smiled. “I’ll allow it.”

Franky was next.

You turned slowly toward him, almost reverently. “FRANKY…”

“Don’t do it,” he said.

“You’re SUPER… and I’m… SUPER into you.”

“NOOOO,” Franky said, dramatically flinging his sunglasses across the room. “That was TERRIBLE.”

You were still stumbling forward, tripping over your own feet, when you landed in front of Brook.

You paused. Blinked. Tilted your head.

“…Are you single?”

Brook blinked his empty eye sockets. “I am. Though I do not have a heart to give, yohoho—”

“Perfect,” you whispered. “I’ll give you mine.”

“May I see your panties?”

“BROOK—” the whole crew yelled.

Brook held up his hands. “It was worth a try!”

You collapsed into a seat, breathless, flushed, and proud. “I’ve flirted with everyone. I am invincible. I am an agent of love. The Cupid of Chaos.”

“You’re a problem,” Nami muttered, arms crossed.

“I’m a lover, not a problem,” you corrected, leaning backward with a dreamy sigh.

Then your eyes drifted… again.

Toward the bouncer.

A 7-foot-tall man with one eyebrow, a missing tooth, and a tattoo of a chicken on his neck.

Your eyes widened. Your heart soared.

The Straw Hats collectively noticed the direction of your gaze.

Zoro: “No.”

Nami: “NO.”

Luffy: “Are we fighting again?”

You stood.

They lunged.

Too late.

You stumbled across the room, finger pointed. “YOU! Do you—do you wanna buy a boat together and maybe get a dog? I think you look like someone who likes waffles.”

The bouncer blinked, looked at the crew, and said, “Is this one of yours?”

Nami grabbed you by the shirt collar and yanked you back like a leash. “Yes, and I’m about to duct tape them to the wall.”

You were drooping now—tired, half-asleep, but still grinning. “I love you guys,” you mumbled as Zoro slung your limp body over his shoulder again.

“No more alcohol,” Chopper huffed.

“I’m gonna write you all love letters,” you mumbled into Zoro’s back. “I’m gonna kiss your souls.”

“You try kissing my soul, I’m throwing you into the ocean,” Zoro said.

You just giggled.

You were being carried like a sack of drunken potatoes over Zoro’s shoulder, your arms dangling behind his back and your face smushed against his toned side. The cool night air hit your flushed cheeks, but you barely noticed.

Too distracted. Too mesmerized.

“Mmh,” you hummed, your cheek smearing against Zoro’s back. “You smell like… steel… and bad decisions.”

“Yeah, well, carrying you was definitely one of them,” he muttered, clearly regretting everything.

You giggled. “You’re so grumpy. So strong. So muscly.” You flopped a little, wrapping both arms loosely around his waist like a clingy backpack. “Seriously, your back feels like it’s made of mountains. Big, angry, sword-shaped mountains.”

“Stop talking.”

“No,” you slurred with a pleased sigh. “Your traps could crush my problems. Your lats could carry me into the sunset. Do you even know what you’re working with back here?”

Zoro growled under his breath.

You lifted your head slightly, eyes droopy and glittering, and looked forward.

Eyes met with the person walking just ahead of Zoro.

Sanjiiiiii.

He was glaring over his shoulder at you with twitching lips and a bright red face. “Stop staring.”

“I’m not staring,” you whispered. “I’m admiring.”

“You’re drooling.”

“I always drool when I see art,” you said with the utmost sincerity. Then you raised your hands, still limp over Zoro’s back, and made slow, wobbly grabby hands toward Sanji’s head. “Let me touch your face. Your golden hair. Your perfect jawline.”

“Get your grubby hands away from me!” he snapped, turning a deeper shade of red. “Control your drunk crewmate, Mosshead!”

“She’s your problem now,” Zoro muttered.

“But she’s on your shoulder!”

“She’s trying to fondle you, cook-for-brains.”

“I have enough willpower to fight off the temptation,” you said dreamily. “But do you, Sanji?”

Sanji almost tripped.

Behind you, Nami muttered, “I hate this. I hate all of this.”

Robin was laughing quietly to herself.

You shifted again, getting comfortable. Your face turned slightly, resting against Zoro’s back muscles like a very smug drunk scarf.

And then.

It hit you.

The idea. The moment. The genius.

You wiggled your fingers.

Zoro, sensing movement, started, “What are you—”

SLAP SLAP.

DOUBLE HANDED BUTT ATTACK.

And not just a slap. Oh no. You gave it the full grab-n-squeeze treatment. A grope that would go down in history.

Zoro stopped.

The entire crew stopped.

Sanji froze mid-step. Usopp audibly gasped. Chopper dropped his medical bag. Franky shouted “YO???” and Robin spit out her wine.

You blinked lazily, still gripping Zoro’s very firm, very real ass like it was the softest pillow in the world. “Mmh. Peachy.”

Zoro slowly turned his head, his eye twitching, jaw locked.

“You did not just do that.”

“…I did,” you said proudly. “And I’ll do it again.”

Sanji exploded into flame.

“UNHAND HER, MOSSHEAD! YOU DON’T DESERVE THIS HONOR!!”

“I didn’t ask for it!!” Zoro barked, finally tossing you off his shoulder like a cursed relic.

You hit the sand with a soft oof, then immediately sprawled starfish-style on your back, laughing to yourself. “No regrets…”

“You should have all the regrets,” Nami said.

Zoro stared at you like he was considering whether jail time was worth it. “I should throw you in the sea.”

“I’d flirt with the fish,” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut.

—---

You woke up with your mouth dry, your skull vibrating, and the distinct feeling that you’d either embarrassed yourself horribly… or joined a traveling circus. Maybe both.

You groaned, squinting against the morning sun filtering into the Thousand Sunny’s infirmary.

“I’m never drinking again,” you mumbled to no one in particular.

Chopper popped up beside you like an angry nurse squirrel. “YOU BETTER NOT.”

You winced. “Okay, ow. Indoor voice, please?”

Chopper crossed his little arms. “You got so drunk last night you tried to flirt with a guy who had a tattoo of a chicken on his face.”

“...Hot,” you whispered, then paused. “Wait. What?”

Nami appeared in the doorway with a glare sharp enough to cut diamonds. “You tried to marry me.”

You flinched. “Okay, that’s not so bad.”

Robin followed, absolutely delighted. “You also complimented my brain and told me I had ‘witchy librarian hotness.’”

“…Still not bad, I stand by it.”

Sanji stormed in dramatically, arms flailing. “You called me a golden god of soup and sin!”

You gave a thumbs up from the pillow. “Sounds accurate.”

“You made grabby hands at me.”

“Can you blame me?”

Zoro leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, face unreadable.

You stared at him.

He stared at you.

You both remembered The Incident.

“…I would like to formally apologize,” you croaked.

Zoro didn’t say anything.

He slowly, silently stepped forward, leaned in close…

And poked you in the forehead.

Hard.

“Never. Again.”

“Duly noted.”

Usopp leaned in. “You also tried to seduce Brook.”

“I have no memory of that.”

“You told Franky you were ‘super into him.’”

“…I’m starting to black out again.”

Robin handed you a cup of water and smiled with way too much amusement. “And don’t forget your greatest crime of all…”

You blinked. “…What?”

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a scribbled love letter, covered in drunken hearts and smudged doodles. Your handwriting was barely legible.

“To: The Coat Rack at the Bar,” Robin read aloud. “You… complete me.”

You curled into a ball and screamed into your blanket. “I REGRET EVERYTHING.”

The entire crew erupted into laughter—Nami doubled over, Usopp wheezing, Sanji smirked, blowing smoke out with a laugh and Chopper trying to hide his snort. Even Zoro’s mouth twitched.

“Don’t worry,” Luffy said, plopping onto the floor next to you. “You’re still our crewmate. Just, y’know… maybe less flirting next time.”

“I can’t promise that,” you groaned.

Sanji huffed. “Then I’m not drinking with you ever again.”

“Good,” Zoro muttered. “I’m not letting you near my ass again either.”

Everyone cackled.

You slowly peeked out from under the blanket, eyes narrowed. “So… we’re good?”

Nami smirked. “We’ll let you live. This time.”

Robin raised her glass of tea. “To drunk disasters.”

You clinked your water cup weakly against hers. “To embarrassing myself in front of the only people I care about.”

“Now that’s the pirate spirit,” Luffy cheered.

And just like that, the chaos faded into laughter, jokes, and the start of a new day at sea—with only a little lingering tension anytime you stood too close to Zoro.

Or made grabby hands at Sanji.

Or winked at Brook.

Or even glanced at a coat rack.

[hummingbird24220]

May I request something with sanjis nosebleeds, like maybe this is the first time reader has seen it and they start freaking out about it?

I love your writing, looking forward to more neko reader <3

Hello! Yes yes YES! I love my silly little bleedy boy.

Enjoy!

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Code Red

One Piece x Reader (Slight Sanji x Reader Fluff)

You were just minding your business.

That business, of course, involved walking into the kitchen in your pajama shorts and a tank top, your hair still messy from sleep and your eyes only half open. You’d followed the smell of eggs and toast like a zombie chasing brains.

“Morning,” you mumbled, flopping into a chair and giving a lazy wave to Sanji.

“G-G-G-GOOOOD MORNING, Y/N-SWAAAN!!”

You blinked.

Why did he say your name like it was laced with glitter and holy light?

You tilted your head, just as Sanji spun in place like a broken record and launched backwards into the counter, hands pressed to his face.

“SANJI?!”

You leapt to your feet as he crumpled to the floor in a dramatic swirl of limbs and smoke from his cigarette.

“WHAT HAPPENED?! Are you dying?! Oh my god, is that—ARE YOU BLEEDING?!”

There was so much blood. It was pouring from his nose in a steady, terrifying stream, pooling around his head like a crime scene. You dropped to your knees beside him, hands hovering above his chest, unsure if CPR or last rites were more appropriate.

“ZORO!! CHOPPER!! SOMEBODY HELP, SANJI’S BLEEDING OUT!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT I DID!”

Sanji reached a weak, trembling hand toward your face.

“…So beautiful…”

You stared at him in horror.

“DID I GIVE YOU A STROKE?!”

Zoro appeared in the doorway with a slice of bread hanging from his mouth and looked down at the scene like it was just another Tuesday.

“Oh. He saw your thighs, huh?”

“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!”

Chopper zoomed in like a tiny siren, throwing a little doctor bag at the floor as he knelt beside Sanji.

“He’s not dying,” the reindeer doctor said nonchalantly, pressing a tissue to Sanji’s geyser of a nose. “That’s just how his brain works. Or doesn’t.”

You looked between them, wild-eyed. “This is NORMAL?!”

Sanji let out a dreamy sigh. “If loving you is wrong, I don’t want to be right…”

Zoro rolled his eyes. “He does that whenever a hot girl breathes in his direction. You’re not special.”

“Gee, thanks,” you muttered.

“I MEANT—” Zoro blinked. “Wait. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Sanji reached for your hand. You panicked and handed him a napkin instead.

“Please stop bleeding. That’s… not a normal bodily response to… anything,” you said, staring down at him. “Does your brain bleed next? Does it travel? Is it contagious?!”

“It’s just love, sweetheart,” Sanji murmured, a rose somehow materializing in his other hand.

You smacked his face with a cold wet cloth.

Later…

You sat on the deck with Nami, still traumatized.

“He launched himself,” you muttered. “Like a rocket. Nose first.”

Nami sipped her drink. “Yeah, he does that.”

“Does he ever pass out from blood loss?!”

“…A few times.”

You stared at the sky.

“This ship is insane.”

Nami smiled. “Welcome aboard.”

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Sanji had made a decision.

It was simple: no more nosebleeds.

You were clearly traumatized by the last one (the word “blood geyser” had come up more than once), and he couldn’t risk scaring you off again. He was suave. He was composed. He was… currently stuffing tissues up his nose just in case.

Meanwhile, you?

You’d gone from confused to curious to chaotic in less than 24 hours.

“I just don’t get it,” you said sweetly the next morning, leaning across the counter with your chin resting in your hands, voice all innocent. “Is it, like, only when I show skin, or is it just general hotness?”

Sanji’s hand cracked the egg he was holding clean in half. Not the shell. The entire egg.

You tilted your head, watching him.

“Because I was thinking of trying on that outfit Nami picked out for me. You know, the one with the—”

BOOM.

Sanji launched himself upward, hit the ceiling, and then crashed back down into a chair, clutching his nose.

“DAMMIT—! I mean, I-I’m fine. Totally fine. That wasn’t blood, it was… tomato sauce. I’m prepping for dinner early. Yes.”

You raised a brow.

“…You’re making breakfast.”

“…Double meal plan.”

You leaned closer, the picture of fake concern. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re looking kinda pink. Maybe you’ve got a fever?” You placed the back of your hand dramatically against his forehead.

His soul left his body.

You leaned closer.

He bled anyway.

“…DAMMIT.”

LATER THAT DAY

“I’m starting to think you like this,” you told him, poking your fork at a piece of fish on your plate while he sat across from you, hunched over and very much trying to maintain his cool.

Sanji dabbed at his nose with a napkin that was starting to look like it had been used in open-heart surgery.

“I’m a gentleman,” he said nobly, holding a second napkin under the first. “I would never—”

You slowly, very deliberately, stretched in your chair. Just enough to show the barest sliver of your waist.

His eye twitched.

“…You’re evil,” he choked out, tilting his head back so gravity could save his dignity. “You are chaos in human form. A temptress. A siren. A—snrrrk!—DAMMIT!”

He slammed his head on the table. Again.

Zoro passed by and muttered, “Hasn’t bled out yet? Disappointing.”

You offered Sanji your glass of water with a wicked grin.

“Hydrate, babe. You’re leaking again.”

BONUS: Luffy, watching this whole thing unfold, just says:

“Whoa. Are you trying to kill Sanji?”

“…Honestly?” you smirk, “Little bit.”

[hummingbird24220]

Stitched with Love

Straw Hat Crew x Seamstress!Reader

It started with a ripped sleeve.

Zoro had been the unfortunate victim of an overzealous Marine sword slash, and though he swore up and down he could “just wear it like that,” you’d cornered him in the galley after dinner. He sat stiffly as you stitched the tear closed, grumbling the whole time. You, of course, added a tiny stitched green sprout on the cuff before handing it back.

He stared at it for a moment. Then at you. Then at the sprout again. Without a word, he shrugged it on and walked away.

The next day, Sanji was leaning over the railing to smoke when you slid his freshly washed jacket into his arms — now with a small embroidered cluster of blue forget-me-nots curling along the lapel. He’d blinked, then smiled so wide you thought his face might crack. He didn’t stop fussing over you for days.

It became a quiet habit, this thing you did.

Nami’s tops came back with subtle stitched patterns of waves or orange blossoms. Usopp’s overalls started sprouting little stitched beetles, flowers, and sometimes entire tiny scenes of snails in top hats. Robin’s long skirts gained intricate vine embroidery at the hem, winding upward like they were alive.

Even Chopper got in on it — his little satchel now boasted an embroidered sakura branch, the pink threads so soft they almost seemed to bloom. He’d hugged you so tightly you nearly toppled over.

Luffy, naturally, didn’t care what you did to his clothes — which is how he ended up with a full-on bright red, gold-threaded sun radiating across the back of his vest. He called it “awesome” and immediately showed it off to every single person you met on the next island.

Sometimes they noticed right away. Sometimes weeks would pass before someone caught sight of the detail — a stitched seagull in flight on Zoro’s sleeve, a curling fern along Franky’s shirt collar, a fox curled up at the corner of Brook’s cape. But the reaction was always the same: a grin, a laugh, a quiet “thank you” murmured in your direction.

They didn’t just wear your stitches. They carried them. Like pieces of you woven into their everyday lives.

And on the days you felt small, or like you didn’t matter much, you’d look around the Sunny — see those little bursts of flowers, foliage, and animals dancing across the crew’s clothes — and remember that you were stitched into their story just as much as they were stitched into yours.

--

It had gotten to the point where the crew wouldn’t dare wear anything without your touch on it.

If someone dug through the laundry pile and found a shirt or coat with no telltale stitches, they’d march straight to you like they were turning in a missing child. Robin would hand it over with a gentle smile and a “Whenever you have time.” Luffy would drop his vest into your lap mid-meal and say, “Make it awesome!” Zoro would just toss it in your direction without a word, pretending he wasn’t already picturing what sprout or leaf you’d sneak on next.

You didn’t mind. In fact, you secretly adored that they looked forward to it. That your needle and thread had become part of their daily lives.

But Sanji’s suit… that was different.

He hadn’t asked for it. In fact, you’d taken it quietly from the laundry weeks ago, working on it little by little in your cabin. Midnight hours spent bent over the lapels, the cuffs, the hem — not drowning it in color, but breathing life into it in your own way.

The base fabric stayed sleek and sharp, but soft pastel flowers climbed subtly from the cuff of one sleeve, curling around in delicate greens and pale pinks, like a secret garden only noticeable if you looked closely. A few blossoms trailed up the lapel, each petal stitched so fine it looked as though you’d coaxed them from real stems.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t gaudy. It was… intimate. And personal.

When you finally finished, you found Sanji in the galley and set it gently on the counter in front of him.

He blinked down at it, then at you, then back at it again. His fingers traced one of the tiny blossoms, almost reverent. You could feel the moment he realised this wasn’t just any embroidery — this was hours of your time, stitched with the kind of care you couldn’t fake.

He opened his mouth, closed it again, and then laughed — soft, almost nervous. His cheeks turned pink, and for once, Sanji Vinsmoke, prince of poetry and charm, was utterly speechless.

“…You made this for me?” he finally asked, voice low.

You shrugged like it was no big deal, but your smile gave you away.

The next day, he wore it like armor — head high, a quiet pride in every step. And though he didn’t say it outright, the way he lingered in your kitchen doorway, the way he poured you tea without asking, and the way his hand brushed yours every time you passed… all of it told you exactly how much it meant to him.

The crew noticed too.

Nami smirked. Robin’s eyes glimmered. Luffy just yelled, “WOAH! Your suit’s got a garden!” and Sanji had to hide his face in his collar for a solid thirty seconds.

--

Sanji had been proud before — about his cooking, about his looks, about keeping the crew fed and safe — but this was different.

This was you. Making something just for him.

From the moment he put on that suit, he couldn’t stop fussing with it. Straightening the lapels, smoothing the sleeves, catching his reflection in every shiny surface on the Sunny. Not because he thought he looked good — well, he did — but because he could see the flowers. Your flowers. The ones you’d stitched by hand, thread by thread, thinking of him.

When you passed him in the galley, he’d brush his fingertips along the embroidery on his cuff like he needed to remind himself it was real. He kept catching himself smiling like an idiot whenever his eyes landed on the details.

And you? You were no better.

You told yourself you were just happy he liked it, but every time he turned, the suit catching the light, the pastel flowers blooming across the dark fabric like a secret garden only you and he knew about — your chest felt warm. You loved seeing him wear it. Loved the way it made him stand out without shouting for attention. Loved the way it looked like it belonged to him in a way no other piece of clothing ever could.

The others noticed, of course.

Zoro smirked knowingly when he caught you staring across the deck. Nami teased you relentlessly about “your model” whenever Sanji was nearby. Even Luffy, oblivious as always, cheerfully pointed out that “You’re staring at his jacket again.”

Sanji, of course, pretended not to notice. Except for the way he’d conveniently be in your line of sight more often. Or how he’d lean against the rail just so the sunlight lit up the embroidery. Or how, when you were sitting in the galley one afternoon, he strolled by slowly — far slower than necessary — and you caught the tiniest hint of a smug smile tugging at his lips.

He was flustered, yes. But he was proud too. And maybe — just maybe — you were both a little bit addicted to that feeling.

[hummingbird24220]

Pick a Side? Nah.

This is something dumb i had in my drafts dont lynch me

One Piece x Reader

You didn’t expect the topic to come up mid-lunch, but when you offhandedly mentioned being into both men and women, the table went dead quiet.

Well—except for Sanji, who practically exploded.

“You mean… you love everyone?!” he gasped, sparkles in his eyes like you’d just told him you were made of whipped cream and lingerie. “Mon dieu… That’s… that’s divine. An angel who sees beauty in every form! A dream… A fantasy…!”

You snorted into your juice. “Easy, loverboy. I’m not asking you to marry me.”

“But you could!” he cried, clutching his chest dramatically. “You could marry anyone! The options! The romance!”

Across the table, Zoro frowned. He looked like he was trying to do long division with a hangover.

“So… wait. You like guys and girls?”

You nodded.

“…Why?” he said, genuine confusion in his voice. “Isn’t that… like choosing two swords when one is enough?”

You blinked. “Zoro. You carry three swords.”

“Yeah, but that’s different. That’s practical.”

“Okay, but liking both is practical too. More options.”

He squinted like you’d offended his honor. “That sounds exhausting.”

“It’s really not. It’s just how I am.”

Zoro leaned back, looking vaguely disturbed, like someone had told him pickles were fruit.

Luffy, who had been chewing on a giant hunk of meat through the whole conversation, glanced over.

“Oh. Cool,” he said simply, then went back to chewing. “As long as you're nice.”

You blinked. “…Thanks, Captain.”

Then there was Nami. She looked up from her drink, nodded once, way too serious.

“Yeah. That tracks.”

You paused. “…What does that mean?”

She didn’t elaborate. Just smirked, mysterious.

You were pretty sure she knew something you didn’t.

--

You thought the conversation would end after lunch.

It should have ended.

But no—apparently, your admission had kickstarted a full crew investigation into your romantic history like they were trying to crack an ancient cipher.

It started with Usopp, who was lying on the deck staring up at the clouds when he suddenly sat bolt upright, eyes wide.

“Wait. What about that blacksmith on Water 7? The tall one with the shaved head and tattoo sleeves?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Mari?”

“Yeah! You two were always sparring and laughing and—OH MY GOD, that’s why you came back limping one night!!”

“Okay, first of all,” you said, holding up a hand. “Sparring injuries are private. Second of all, maybe.”

“I KNEW IT!!” Usopp yelled, grabbing his head. “I thought you were just besties!”

Then Robin looked up from her book, one elegant brow raised. “Didn’t she call you ‘sweetheart’ in front of the shipwrights?”

You sipped your tea calmly. “She also kissed me behind the forge. Twice.”

Cue Chopper gasping so hard he choked on his drink.

Nami, now invested, snapped her fingers. “And what about that marine librarian in Loguetown? The one you ‘lost track of time’ with?”

You grinned. “She had great… books.”

Sanji collapsed onto the floor like a fainting Victorian maiden. “So many beautiful love stories we never noticed…”

Meanwhile, Zoro was in a corner, muttering to himself like a man piecing together a conspiracy board.

“You… held hands with that dancer on that winter island.”

“Yup.”

“You shared a scarf.”

“It was cold.”

“You gave her your last takoyaki.”

You nodded solemnly. “A big deal.”

Zoro shook his head. “I thought that was just how girls were. Y’know. Touchy. Friendly.”

“You sound like an old man, Zoro.”

“I'm not old,” he grumbled.

Franky suddenly pointed at you, eyes wide behind his shades. “That bounty huntress with the mohawk?! The one who called you ‘trouble’ with that grin?!”

You tilted your head. “Oh, Brina? She was hot.”

Brook clapped. “Yohoho! So all those lovely women weren’t just… charming acquaintances!”

Luffy blinked, then slowly pointed at you with half a sandwich in his hand. “Wait… does this mean more people might try to kiss you?”

“…Yes?”

He looked at Sanji. “We’re gonna need more snacks. This is gonna get interesting.”