I am posting the occasional one piece x reader fanfic, but i am slow, so bear with me please. 🥺🙏🏻 Also important to note: i'm not a native english speaker and my phone is on a mission to sabotage me, please forgive the occasional mistake.
The live-action One Piece has reignited my love for writing and the OP Anime again. This Blog is my space to express and share my thoughts and feelings about One Piece and other stuff.
I'm currently catching up to the OP Manga and Anime at the same time, I know what happens up to the Egghead Arc in the Anime, but i haven't watched everything yet.
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✨Strawhats✨
Roronora Zoro:
A Stack of sweets [Strawhat! gn!Reader] 🌿
with Chopper
A cute little drabble about what Chopper would Gift you for Christmas, Zoro has yet to think of something to get his new Partner; fluff fluff AMD Christmas fluff
God Ussop:
Storys just for you [Strawhat! gn!Reader]🌿
This man finally wants to confess to you with a self made present! Go Ussop Go!; fluff; Christmas; pre-relationship
Headcanons / Misc.:
What the Strawhat Ladys get you die Christmas [Gn!Reader] 🌿
With Nami, Robin and Vivi, platonic or Romantic; fluff
✨Heart-Pirates✨
Penguin:
The Cave [f!reader] 🌿
You are the newest crewmate on the Polar Tang, separated from the rest of the Crew, Penguin and you get a chance to get to know each other more; realization of feelings; Penguins past is mentioned; A precursor to this gorgeous fic by the even more gorgeous @/fanaticsnail
✨Kid-Pirates✨
Eustass Kid:
Under the Misteltoe [afab!Reader] - Part 1 🌿 - Part 2 🔥 - Part 3🔥
Kid is in denial of his feelings for you and Hurts you in the process. You two talk and your Feelings bubble over; Hurt and comfort; fluff; Smut; Kid is an Idiot; Christmas themed
Headcanons / Misc.:
What the three Commanders would get you for Christmas [Gn!Reader]🌿
With Wire, Heat and Killer; Romantic; established Relationship; slight nsfw
✨Other beautiful Characters✨
Portgas D Ace:
A crule dream [gn!Reader] 🌿
In Aces dreams you can't reject him and so he tells you things he otherwise wouldn't when you seemingly are a part of one again; confession of love; fluff; angsty; Posted on my inactive Sideblog
Shanks:
The Promise [Strawhat! Gn!reader] 🌿
Shanks promised Luffy to keep you safe while you heal from your injuries on his ship, while Luffy is out fighting. But Shanks feels drawn to you
Donquixote Rosinante / Corazon:
Just my Heart [Gn!reader] 🌿
You are on the run from his brother with Rosinante and Corazon, and He forgot its Christmas tomorrow; fluff; comfort; confession of love
Donquixote Doflamingo:
Luxury and Riches [Assassin!reader] 🌿
Doffy tries to Show you that he is fond of you (or so something, hes confused); fluff; Christmas; comfort; slightly touchstarved Doffy; No gendered terms used but reader wears a Dress and highheels
Description: Law doesn’t let himself rest, not even for a second. But when the submarine is quiet and the crew is gone, he finally lets you hold him.
Warnings: Soft intimacy, heavy description of touch/affection, canonverse setting, Law being exhausted and vulnerable.
Words: 2,033
The Polar Tang was quiet. Too quiet.
No voices echoing down the metal halls, no footsteps, no Beppo’s cheerful laugh. Just the low, steady hum of the submarine, deep beneath the sea. The kind of silence that felt like it pressed against your skin, reminding you just how far you were from the surface.
And then there was him.
Law sat at his desk, bent over papers littered with sketches of anatomy, medical reports, half-written notes. A lamp glowed dimly, throwing sharp light against his tired features. He hadn’t moved in hours, only his pen scratching across the page.
You stood in the doorway, watching him. His shoulders were heavy, pulled low with exhaustion. Even from here, you could see the faint shadows under his eyes, the tension set in his jaw.
“Law,” you said softly, careful not to break the fragile stillness of the room.
He didn’t look up at first. Just another scrawl of ink across paper. Then he let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair, one hand dragging over his face. The lamplight caught the black ink of his tattoos, dark, solid bands circling his fingers, the letters on the backs of his hands stark against pale skin.
You crossed the room before you could second-guess yourself. He didn’t resist when you slipped behind him, arms sliding around his shoulders, pressing your cheek to the warm line of his neck.
For a long moment, he stayed stiff under your touch. Always the same at first, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to give in. And then slowly — so slowly, his shoulders dropped. His hand came up, veined and tired, covering your forearm like he needed to anchor you there.
“You should rest,” you murmured.
His laugh was barely a breath. “Can’t.”
But when you tugged at him, urging him away from the desk, he didn’t fight. He let you guide him, the great Surgeon of Death, feared across the seas, suddenly pliant under your hands.
He collapsed onto the small couch in the corner, dragging you with him. The weight of his body pulled you down until you were straddling his lap, knees braced against the cushions on either side of him. His breath shuddered against your chest as he pressed his face into you, nose and lips brushing the fabric of your shirt, his hat pushed carelessly aside.
You threaded your fingers through his dark hair, messy from running his hands through it all night. He was so rarely unguarded like this, no crew, no enemies, no mask. Just Law, tired and breakable in ways he’d never admit aloud.
His arms wound around your waist, pulling you close, holding you as though the pressure of your body against his could ease something lodged deep in his ribs. The ink of his tattoos pressed into your skin, black letters stark against the pale of your side as his hands tightened their grip. His thumbs brushed slow, unconscious circles, trailing warmth through your shirt.
“Feels good,” he mumbled, voice muffled against you.
You felt the vibration of it against your chest, low and heavy. He rarely said things like that — too careful, too contained. The honesty in it made your throat ache.
You shifted slightly, your palms sliding down to cradle his jaw, tilting his face up. His gray eyes were glassy with fatigue, but the sight of them still made your pulse stumble.
“You’re burning yourself out,” you whispered.
“I know.” His mouth curved, almost a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
The words caught you off guard. For all his stubbornness, he knew. Knew you stayed because you couldn’t stand watching him grind himself down to nothing. Knew you’d always be the one to drag him away from his work, to remind him that he was more than his pain, more than his revenge.
You kissed the edge of his brow, feather-light. “That’s exactly why.”
His breath hitched — so small you might’ve missed it if you weren’t pressed so close. His hands slid lower, calloused fingertips skimming your thighs. The shift was subtle, almost hesitant, but you felt the way his touch lingered, how his thumb traced the inner curve before sliding back to safer ground. He wasn’t asking for more, just grounding himself, marking your presence.
You leaned into him, resting your forehead against his. The submarine hummed around you, steady and low.
Minutes bled into each other. He didn’t speak, and you didn’t need him to. His body said everything, the way his chest rose and fell against you, the weight of his hands on your waist, the press of his face against the hollow of your collarbone when he pulled you close again.
There was an ache in it. Not sharp, but deep, the ache of a man who never let himself want, finally daring to take. You felt it in the way his arms locked around you, in the faint tremor in his fingers.
“Law,” you whispered, brushing your lips against his temple.
He tilted his head just enough to look at you. For once, the wall of steel behind his eyes had cracks. He was tired, and for once he wasn’t pretending otherwise.
You cupped his face, thumbs tracing the faint stubble along his jaw. His tattoos stretched against your skin as his hands slid back up, palms splayed wide over your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your chest without intent, just closeness. He leaned into your touch like he’d been starved for it.
“I’ve got you,” you murmured.
Something in him broke at that. His arms tightened, pulling you down until his head rested fully against your chest again, his breath shuddering against your heartbeat. The silence around him was heavy, the kind of silence that screamed louder than words.
You held him. Just held him. Your fingers traced the tattoos on his arms, the inked lines stark under your touch the dark letters on his fingers, the bands around his wrists. Symbols of who he was, reminders of everything he carried. And still, he trembled under your hands like someone afraid you might let go.
You never would.
The minutes stretched on, the submarine’s hum the only witness. You lost track of time — how long you stayed like that, his breath slow and even against you, his body softening with each passing moment.
Finally, he exhaled, a sound so heavy it felt like it dragged the weight out of his chest. His hands loosened their grip just enough for him to tilt his head back and look at you again.
“Stay,” he said quietly. No edge, no command. Just a plea.
Your heart broke a little at the simplicity of it. You leaned down, brushing your lips across his hairline. “Always.”
And in that dim, humming submarine, with no one watching, Trafalgar Law let himself believe it.
I've missed you too!! 🫂 I glad you are doing Well! You wrote so freaking much, its amazing, can't wait to read through it all!
And don't worry about me! I am in good hands regarding my mental health! Also did i ever tell you the Zoro-Story helped me realize something inportant?!
I can't find my words today to answer apropriately. Feels good to be back 🧡
Just a reminder, since the harassment stuff has been going around:
Do not DELETE anon hate asks.
Report them.
There are three little dots in the upper right of an ask that creates a drop-down. One of those options is reporting the ask.
Tumblr support is on a skeleton styled crew, but repeated harassment from a single IP can result in the IP being banned. Depending on numbers this is something that can be handled automatically.
Just like how an account can get deleted from repeated spam-bot reports.
Don’t answer them, don’t delete them - report them. Even from throwaway accounts. Cause that IP data is still in that log. And people have to be logged in to send anon. Use that to your advantage and protection.
Atlantic Puffins. The adult puffins return to the cliffs around 21:00 to bring food back to the nests, and the golden hour light is perfect for photographs.
photos by me. 2025-06-07, Runde, Norway. Our trip was so, so wonderful.
May August turn out to be a positive turning point. May August be gentle and reassuring, may August be a time for creating memories that will make us smile for years to come. 🌸
Hello! Unfortunately I do not come bearing art today, but some frustrating news.
As some of you may or may not know, for a while now there seems to have been a fair bit of bullying amongst the Kid Pirates community/shippers/artists against and/or in-between certain members on AND off tumblr.
I have heard this from various first-hand accounts. I will not be discussing these instances in depth in this post, with the exception two recent instances that have directly involved me, and only to warn you all since I think that is fair to you.
I am choosing to share this now, to warn everyone to look out for similar instances and so people have a heads up.
A user or user/s decided to use my name and tumblr pfp to create a fake discord account pretending to me be to send hate. I am not the only one that was impersonated in the same manner.
To my knowledge, hate was sent to two different individuals using my likeness, along with at least 7 others only a few of which I have confirmed so far.
The fake discord account is is: lxshoxk_*
*from what i can tell, the other false accounts were made in a similar fashion with an '_' at the end.
I only have one discord and its the same exact username as this account.
sorry for the tags, i just want to make sure some certain people see this, most of you because you're in the kid pirates community! i definitely missed people.
I really don't understand how "without getting kudos or comments a fanfiction author is going to assume that people who clicked their fic didn't like it" became a controversial take.
I don't know why some people think an author should imagine, or guess that people who click their fic enjoyed it it when nobody is telling them that.
If you're re-reading a fic constantly, or leaving it up in your tab so that it re-loads every day for a hundred days the author is not going to know that unless you tell them. They'd love to hear it. It would make their day.
And if you don't tell them you liked their fic, there's no reason for them to assume you did.
I'm so glad I found my way back to Tumblr almost a year ago! I wish I was more active, but sometimes life gets in the way. During that year of being kinda active, I've found sooo many talented and wonderful people, and the joy of sharing my stories with this amazing community. Every comment, every like, every new face that genuenly interacts with me and my content fills me with joy every time. 🧡I'm so grateful for all of that 🧡
In the future I will share more Storys of mine and make more GIFs as well! I have discovered so much about myself during my hiatus and I have a new outlook on my writing now.
And to you @jintaka-hane @armiliadawn @pandora-writes-one-piece @chibinasuu @physics-of-one-piece @lxshoxk (i can tag your Main blog finally) I appreciate y'all so much as my mutuals and friends and I hope we continue to share our ideas, storys and art 🫂🧡💐
Cheers to that, Cheers to everyone that reads this 🥂🥳
Hello! Yes, I'm back, I want to be back. 'Involuntary hiatus' sounds dramatic, as if something big and terrible had happened, but it didn't! I have been wanting to make this post like 30 times already in the past months...
My previous routine was thrown off by a minor thing, and then more things kept adding up. Not all bad things, also nice things that were exhausting nonetheless. Since then, I have realised that I have been in a kind of depressive state, and I feel anxious about little things. My everyday life is still manageable, but it's more my creative pursuits (among other things) that make me doubt myself. I've had a lot of good moments and happy times anyway — it's kind of a mixed bag.
I feel like I haven't rested properly since March...
And I have learned so much about myself because of the new therapy I've started...
And its my Birthday in less then a month and i wanted to make it an Event but now...urgh...there is almost no time
I want to talk and interact with you again! I have over 600 notes and i hope they are almost all likes, so i can get through them quickly, please bear with me while I dig through them...
I am on vacation now, so rest is near...
And to my wonderful, beautiful mutuals: I have been thinking about you a Million times, I Miss you
P.S.
Past-Coco was good to me and ordered these 😍, my collection has been growing:
Summary: You've always complained about weddings. You don't like them, you find them ridiculous. But as you attend your friends' ceremony, something inside you tightens. How will your lover react?
Word count: 1000 (intro + 200 per gentleman)
Personal Notes: I'm in this picture. I've told my partner a thousand times that I would never get married. And now, years later, with kids, a dog, and a house, something in me is changing... <3
Warning: All my stories are written entirely in Spanish and then translated into English, so I apologize for any mistakes I might make.
You bit the inside of your cheek to hold back the tears. It was all so beautiful. The flowers, the garlands, the music. Everything you had always rejected.
Sitting in your chair next to your partner, you watched as the groom nervously recited his vows while the bride gazed up at him with adoring eyes. Your eyes swept over the guests. They all looked radiant. Some were smiling, others were sighing.
As soon as the heartfelt words were spoken, a couple of little girls wearing flower crowns approached the engaged couple with a small cushion holding the wedding rings. One of them tripped on the carpet. Everyone laughed warmly. You clasped your hands together in your lap and held them tightly.
The bride beamed as her almost-husband slid the wedding ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly. As he leaned forward to kiss her, you burst into tears while the guests applauded and cheered.
"Are you crying, darling?" You felt your partner's warm hand cover yours.
You didn’t answer.
He just smiled and sighed.
How many times had he tested the waters with you about marriage? And how many times had you dismissed it, calling it just a piece of paper, an unnecessary formality, something cheesy?
The rest of the evening was a blur of joy. You were either dancing, eating or laughing. Sometimes all three at once.
By the time you returned to your hotel, your feet ached from the heels, but your heart glowed. You sat on the bed while your lover stared at you.
Shanks
“So…” he grinned and stepped closer, “did you like the wedding?”
“Yeah…” you stared at the floor.
“...But?” He ducked his head into your angle of vision, smiling mischievously.
“No but,” you pushed his head to the side.
“Ouch! What do you mean, no but? Didn't you say weddings were a cheesy thing for people with no creativity?”
“Yeah… well…” You slipped off your heels. “I liked this one.”
He laughed, “Oh yeah. You did like it. I even saw you cry!”
“Shanks, you're an idiot!"’ you threw one of your heels at him, “Shut up!”
He dodged it and crouched down, leaning on your knees.
“Oh no, I'm not shutting up until you say it.”
“Say what?” you blinked at him innocently.
A couple of seconds passed, but Shanks always ended up winning the silence contests.
“FINE!!!" You finally snorted "I-I want to get married, okay?! HAPPY?!”
“YES!!!!” He threw his arms in the air triumphantly, beaming and moving around the room in a ridiculous victory dance. “I knew it! I knew it! I WON!”
You rolled your eyes, already regretting everything you’d just said.
Beckman
“Doll...” he knelt in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs, ”why did you cry at the wedding?”
He knew. Of course he did. He knew you like the back of his hand.
“I just... “ you trailed off, avoiding his gaze. “It was a nice ceremony, wasn't it?“
“Yes,“ his fingers brushed your chin, making you raise your gaze, “But I thought you didn't like these kinds of events.“
You sighed, locking your pupils with his, “Yeah… that's what I thought.“ He smiled warmly at you and your heart swell.
"Well," he rose to his feet. Your eyes went wide as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, elegant box. "If you ever change your mind…"
"Becks..." your voice broke, "that box...?”
“Yes.”
Your eyes filled with tears. “H-have you always carried it with you?”
He gave you another smile and replied in his raspy voice. "Yes darling, just in case... You know I've always wanted to…”
You barely let him finish the sentence. You just ran to him and jumped into his arms.
Mihawk
“My dear, are you unwell?” he took off his feathered hat and fixed his amber eyes on you.
“No, my love, why?' you replied, removing the silver earrings he had offered you.
“I saw you crying at the ceremony.”
You sighed and stood up to help him remove his tie.
“It's nothing, it's just... everyone was so happy that I... I had second thoughts…”
“Thoughts?” he took your hands in his, “What thoughts?”
“Oh nothing,” you played it down, “things like... weddings and… promises.”
Your lover's eyes glowed. “My love... it's possible that… are you reconsidering?”
You nodded and his lips curved upwards in a blissful smile.
“Will you let me court you?” he said, soon returning to his usual serious self.
“Court me, Mihawk? When it's been years since we…”
“Shh,” he silenced you, running his fingers gently over your lips. Then he lifted your hand and placed a small kiss on it. “I'm going to find another room to spend the night."
“What?” you laughed, “Mihawk, what…”
“If we're going to do this, let's do it properly my dear," he rested his forehead against yours for a moment, then turned on his heel and disappeared.
You looked down at your freshly kissed hand. A smile played in your lips as you imagined a ring on it.
