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Hello can you do one where the reader has a tiger or lion type devil fruit and chopper wants to test if his rumble balls will work on her and they do but it makes the reader go crazy and it’s her vs the strawhats who don’t want to hurt her and maybe have her injure nami and/or robin in the process thank you!🫶
Claws of Chaos
Strawhat pirates x lion Reader
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⋆˚🐾˖° Words: 7,986
⋆˚🐾˖° Warnings: violence, slight gore/injury, description of loosing control, mind altering effects, female reader(hinted!), and animalistic transformation/ways.
⋆˚🐾˖° A/N: hellooo! i hope you enjoyed although it might not be exactly what you wanted— i tried.
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The familiar creak and sway of the Thousand Sunny was your constant lullaby, a comforting rhythm that had replaced the concrete jungle of your past. As a Zoan Devil Fruit user, specifically the Lion-Lion Fruit, you were an anomaly even among the Straw Hats, a crew already brimming with the extraordinary. Your very being resonated with the spirit of a lion: fierce, loyal, and occasionally, surprisingly lazy.
Right now, sprawled across the Sunny's grassy deck, you were in your human form, soaking up the midday sun. Your tawny hair, a permanent testament to your Devil Fruit, glinted, and a low, rumbling purr, a subconscious habit, vibrated in your chest. It was a sound only the crew truly understood.
Suddenly, a blur of rubber-limbed energy disrupted your peace. "Y/N! Race you to the crow's nest!" Luffy's boisterous challenge echoed, a wide, infectious grin plastered on his face. You responded with a playful growl, a flash of your fangs making him laugh harder.
A moment later, with a flex of your muscles, your form shimmered, and you were no longer entirely human. Your hands morphed into massive, clawed paws, your spine elongated, and a powerful, tufted tail swished behind you. Your face, while still recognizably yours, now bore the unmistakable muzzle of a lion, and a thick mane of fur framed your features. This was your hybrid form, the perfect blend of strength and agility. You shot off like a cannonball, your laughter mingling with Luffy's as you raced him up the mast.
Later, while Sanji whipped up a culinary masterpiece in the galley, you found yourself draped across the sofa, fully in your lion form. Your golden fur was warm and plush, and your eyes, keen and intelligent, observed the chaotic symphony of the Straw Hats. Chopper, your fellow Zoan, often snuggled into your mane, finding comfort in your warmth, a tiny reindeer nestled against a magnificent beast. He understood the primal shifts within you better than anyone.
Zoro, ever the stoic, would occasionally find you napping, a massive lion shape curled in an improbable corner. He'd simply step over you, perhaps offering a gruff, "Don't get in the way, furball," but never truly bothered. Nami, despite her initial apprehension, had learned to appreciate your fierce loyalty. She knew if anyone dared to threaten her map room, you'd be a roaring, formidable guardian.
Usopp, bless his brave, but often terrified, heart, would still jump a mile when you let out a full-throated roar, even if it was just a yawn. Yet, he'd also be the first to recount tales of your bravery in battle, exaggerating your already impressive strength. Robin, with her quiet observations, often watched you with an intriguing gaze, as if studying a fascinating, wild creature. She’d sometimes offer a gentle scratch behind your ears, a silent acknowledgment of the beast within.
Even Franky, with his "SUPER!" pronouncements, had a soft spot. He’d occasionally try to invent something to enhance your lion strength, much to your amusement. Brook, ever the gentleman, would politely ask if your purr had any musical qualities, often leading to a surprisingly melodious rumble from your chest. And Jinbe, with his profound understanding of the sea and its creatures, respected your raw power and instinct, often sharing quiet moments of contemplation with you on deck.
You were the Straw Hats' resident lion, a creature of instinct and loyalty, an essential thread in the vibrant tapestry of their chaotic, wonderful lives. Whether you were the quiet observer, the playful challenger, or the formidable protector, you were always, unequivocally, one of them.
The salty tang of the sea air always sharpened your senses, and today was no exception. As the Thousand Sunny cut through the waves, a glint of silver in the water caught your eye. In an instant, your focus narrowed, and the world outside of that glimmering fish seemed to fade. Without conscious thought, your body began to shift. Fur rippled across your skin, your teeth elongated, and your hands curled into powerful, prehensile paws, tipped with sharp claws. You were in your hybrid form, poised and ready.
Before anyone could register what was happening, you launched yourself from the deck, a tawny blur against the blue. A low growl rumbled deep in your chest, a sound that was less human and more primal. The fish, a large, iridescent specimen, tried to dart away, but your instincts, honed over countless moments of Devil Fruit absorption, were faster. A powerful swipe of your clawed hand, and the fish was yours, held firmly in your grasp.
You re-entered the Sunny with a triumphant shake of your head, dropping your catch at Sanji’s feet. He stared down at the massive fish, then at you, a half-amused, half-exasperated expression on his face. “Well, I guess dinner’s decided then, Y/N-chan,” he chuckled, ruffling the fur on your head. You responded with a pleased rumble, already eyeing the next potential catch. It was moments like these, when your lion instincts fully took over, that the crew truly saw the wild heart beneath your human exterior.
Your protective nature, an inherent trait of your lion spirit, manifested in countless ways. You viewed the Straw Hats as your pride, and anyone who threatened them would face your unbridled fury.
One blustery afternoon, a rogue wave slammed into the Sunny, sending Chopper tumbling towards the railing. Before anyone else could react, your body moved on its own. With a powerful roar, you lunged, transforming into your full lion form mid-air. Your massive body slammed into the railing, creating a protective barrier just as Chopper slid against your warm fur. He let out a surprised squeak, then buried his face in your mane, trembling. You let out a low, comforting purr, nudging him gently with your nose, your eyes scanning the churning sea for any further threats.
During a particularly tense standoff with a group of intimidating bounty hunters, Usopp found himself frozen, his usually quick wit failing him. You saw the fear in his eyes, the waver in his stance, and your leadership instincts kicked in. Shifting into your hybrid form, you moved to stand beside him, your presence a formidable shield.
“Focus, Usopp!” you growled, your voice deeper, imbued with a touch of a lion’s commanding roar. “They’re just overgrown alley cats. Show them what a real king looks like!” Your decisiveness and confidence were palpable, a jolt of courage that seemed to shock Usopp out of his paralysis. He took a shaky breath, adjusted his goggles, and with a newfound resolve, unleashed a volley of projectiles.
Even in quieter moments, your lion traits shone through. When Nami was meticulously charting a course, you often found yourself settling near her, your large, warm body a silent, reassuring presence. You’d watch her work, a low, contented purr vibrating in your chest, a subtle declaration of your unwavering loyalty. She’d sometimes lean against you, finding comfort in your solid warmth, a silent acknowledgment of the strength and protection you offered.
For you, the Straw Hat Pirates weren’t just a crew; they were your family, your pride. And like any true lion, you would fight, hunt, and stand by them, always.
The afternoon sun dappled through the leaves of the small, makeshift jungle Robin had conjured on the deck. You lay sprawled on your side in your full lion form, a low rumble of contentment vibrating in your chest as you batted playfully at a dangling rope toy Usopp had fashioned for you. It was essentially a ball of yarn tied to a stick, but the simple movement and texture were endlessly entertaining to your feline instincts.
Nearby, Chopper sat cross-legged, his large, innocent eyes fixed on you with intense curiosity. Over the past few months, your unique Devil Fruit had become a source of endless fascination for the little doctor. He'd pepper you with questions whenever you shifted, his notepad clutched tightly in his hoof.
"Y/N," he'd begin, his voice high-pitched and earnest, "when you shift into your hybrid form, do your bones actually elongate and then retract? Or is it more of a… rearrangement of your cellular structure?"
You'd pause your playful swatting, tilting your large head, your golden eyes meeting his. Sometimes you'd offer a slow blink, other times a soft growl that somehow conveyed, I don't really know, Chopper, it just happens. He'd diligently scribble in his notepad, muttering about muscle density and skeletal flexibility.
At dinner, it was a common occurrence for Chopper to bring up your transformations. "Sanji," he'd say, his mouth full of curry, "do you think Y/N's increased appetite in her lion form is due to a faster metabolism or simply the larger size of her stomach?"
Sanji, ever the attentive cook, would ponder for a moment. "Well, considering the increase in muscle mass, it's likely a combination of both, Chopper. Though her purrs do seem to increase after a particularly good meal…" He’d glance at you, a small smile playing on his lips as you licked your chops contentedly.
Chopper’s mind often wandered to the possibilities of your Devil Fruit interacting with his Rumble Balls. He hadn't dared to suggest you take one yet, his cautious nature always prevailing when it came to potentially risky experiments on his crewmates. But the thought clearly occupied a significant portion of his brain.
He’d often be seen muttering to himself, pacing back and forth with his brow furrowed. "If Y/N took a Rumble Ball… would it enhance one of her forms? Or create a completely new one? Maybe a more agile lion form? Or a human form with even greater strength?"
One afternoon, as you lay on the deck in your human form, allowing Chopper to carefully examine your teeth ("Just comparing the canines between your forms, Y/N! For scientific purposes!"), he couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer.
"Y/N," he began hesitantly, his eyes wide, "hypothetically… if you were to take one of my Rumble Balls… what do you think would happen?"
You looked up at him, a playful glint in your eyes. You’d heard his muttering, his endless theories. With a slow smile, you reached out and gently ruffled his fur. "Maybe I'd turn into a giant, fluffy lion-reindeer, Chopper. What do you think?"
His eyes widened even further, a mixture of terror and excitement flashing across his face. "A… a giant fluffy lion-reindeer?! That's… that's incredible! But also… potentially dangerous!" He frantically scribbled in his notepad again, filling pages with diagrams and question marks.
Chopper was also fascinated by your inherent lion traits. He’d observe you intently when you displayed your natural leadership, the decisive way you moved in a fight, or the confident stance you often took.
"Y/N," he’d ask, "when you feel that surge of protectiveness towards the crew… is that a purely instinctual response? Or is there a conscious decision involved?"
You’d ponder his question, trying to articulate a feeling that was so deeply ingrained. "It's… both, Chopper. It feels natural, like a part of me. But I also choose to protect you all. You're my pride."
His small face would light up at that, a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through him. He truly felt like a part of your pride, a valued member of your unusual, but fiercely loyal, family.
Even simple things, like the way you sometimes groomed your fur in your lion form, fascinated him. He’d watch you meticulously, comparing it to how cats he’d seen behaved. "Your grooming patterns are quite efficient, Y/N! Do you find it helps regulate your body temperature?"
You’d just shrug in your lion form, continuing to lick your paw, a silent maybe in your golden gaze. For Chopper, every aspect of your Lion-Lion Fruit was a puzzle, an endlessly captivating subject of study and wonder, further solidifying the unique bond between the crew's inquisitive doctor and their resident lion.
Chopper's fascination with your Lion-Lion Fruit eventually spilled over into small, harmless (mostly) experiments. His scientific curiosity simply couldn't be contained any longer. You, in your typically laid-back manner, mostly regarded his tinkering with a mixture of amusement and indifference. The rest of the crew, however, had varying degrees of opinions on the little doctor's newfound hobby.
The Whisker Twitch Test
One sunny afternoon, you were lounging on the deck in your lion form, enjoying a nap. Chopper, his eyes gleaming with scientific zeal, carefully approached with a long, thin blade of grass. He crouched down, his brow furrowed in concentration, and gently brushed the grass against your whiskers.
"Just observing the sensory response!" he squeaked, as your ear twitched and you let out a soft huff, your tail swishing lazily. He meticulously noted down your reaction in his ever-present notebook.
Sanji, who was nearby preparing afternoon tea, raised an eyebrow. "Oi, Chopper, leave the lady lion alone. She's trying to nap."
Nami, ever practical, added, "Yeah, Chopper, don't startle her. We don't need a grumpy lion on our hands."
You simply opened one eye, glanced at Chopper, then back at the horizon, your purr resuming. It was a mild annoyance at best, hardly worth the effort of a full roar.
The "Roar-O-Meter"
Another time, Chopper, with the help of a somewhat reluctant Franky, constructed a makeshift "Roar-O-Meter." It was essentially a large funnel connected to some of Franky's gadgets, designed to measure the decibels and frequency of your roars in different forms.
"For comparative analysis of vocal cord resonance!" Chopper explained excitedly as you shifted into your full lion form.
Luffy, ever the supportive captain (when it involved something loud and fun), egged you on. "Go on, Y/N! Let's see how loud you can get!"
You obliged with a mighty roar, the sound echoing across the deck. The needle on Chopper's contraption jumped wildly. He scribbled furiously, his tiny hooves flying across the page.
Zoro, who was attempting to nap under the mast, grumbled, "Could you keep it down? Some of us are trying to find some peace."
Robin chuckled softly, observing the scene with amusement. "It seems our little doctor has found a new research subject."
You, meanwhile, just stretched languidly, unfazed by the noise or the strange contraption. A roar was a roar, whether it was being scientifically measured or not.
The Dietary Observations
Chopper also became hyper-observant of your eating habits, especially when you shifted between forms. He'd meticulously track what and how much you ate in each state.
"Y/N, did you notice that in your hybrid form, you tend to consume more protein?" he'd ask during dinner, pointing at your plate.
Sanji would chime in, "Well, it makes sense, Chopper. She's got more muscle mass to maintain in that form."
Usopp, with a nervous glance, would add, "Just try not to eat me, Y/N, no matter how much protein you need."
You'd simply nod, taking another large bite of meat, your focus more on satisfying your hunger than on Chopper's dietary analysis. As long as Sanji kept the food coming, you were content.
The Fur Sample Collection
Perhaps the most persistent of Chopper's experiments involved collecting samples of your fur in different stages of transformation. He’d follow you around with a small baggie, waiting for stray hairs to fall.
"Just need a few more samples from your human form, Y/N!" he'd call out, brandishing the baggie.
This particular habit often drew the most reactions from the crew.
"Chopper, that's a little creepy, don't you think?" Brook would quip, a rattling sound accompanying his words. "Though I must admit, your dedication to scientific inquiry is… spirited! Yohohoho!"
Franky would sometimes help Chopper build specialized combs to collect the fur more efficiently, much to Nami's exasperation. "Seriously, guys? We have enough weird stuff on this ship without cataloging Y/N's shed fur!"
You, however, rarely objected. If Chopper was happy examining your fur, it didn't bother you. Sometimes, you'd even deliberately shed near him, a silent offering to his scientific pursuits.
For you, Chopper's experiments were just another quirky aspect of your life with the Straw Hats. As long as they didn't interfere with naps or meal times, you were perfectly content to let the little doctor poke, prod, and measure to his heart's content. The crew's reactions, however, were a constant source of mild amusement.
The tension on the Thousand Sunny was thick enough to cut with Zoro's sword. Everyone was gathered on the deck, not for a party or a strategy meeting, but for something far more unusual. Chopper, his hooves visibly trembling, clutched a small, iridescent Rumble Ball. His eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and unbridled scientific excitement, darted between the tiny pill and you.
You sat cross-legged on the deck in your human form, calmly filing your claws with a small, flat stone you'd picked up from a recent island. A low, contented purr rumbled in your chest, completely oblivious to the nervous energy radiating from your crewmates. You trusted Chopper implicitly, and if he wanted you to try one of his strange candies, then so be it. Besides, you were always curious about new sensations.
Luffy, surprisingly subdued, had gathered everyone for a briefing. "Alright, everyone! Chopper's gonna do something super cool with Y/N! So, just in case things go… extra super cool, we need to be ready!"
"Extra super cool?!" Nami shrieked, clutching her log pose. "Luffy, this could be disastrous! What if she goes berserk and tears the ship apart?!"
"That's why we have contingency plans!" Chopper squeaked, despite his shaking. He pointed a trembling hoof at the stern. "Franky, I need you on standby at the Coup de Burst lever! If Y/N shows any signs of losing control, we might need a quick escape!"
Franky, though trying to maintain his "SUPER!" composure, was sweating. "Y-yeah, doctor! Super escape, coming right up!"
"Sanji, prepare a large quantity of calming herbal tea, just in case her instincts get… overstimulated," Chopper continued, his voice a little shaky.
Sanji saluted, already heading to the galley. "Understood, doctor! The finest calming brew for our lioness!"
Chopper then turned to Zoro. "Zoro, you need to be ready to… well, just be ready! Your strength might be crucial!"
Zoro merely grunted, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his expression grim. He trusted you, but he also understood the unpredictable nature of Devil Fruits.
Usopp was already sketching escape routes on a piece of paper. "I'm thinking smoke bombs! Lots of smoke bombs! And maybe some net traps… just in case she gets too… liony!" He gulped, picturing a rampaging you.
Robin observed the scene with a serene smile, though her eyes held a hint of concern. "Perhaps I should prepare some extra hands to restrain her, should the need arise."
Brook, ever the lighthearted one, nervously strummed his violin. "I hope her new form won't be too… terrifying! Yohohoho! Though I suppose I am already a skeleton, so what more could I fear?"
Jinbe simply sat in silent contemplation, his large hands folded. He trusted Chopper, and he trusted you. But even he seemed to be mentally preparing for any eventuality.
You, meanwhile, continued your meticulous claw care. You heard their frantic discussions, their theories about "enhanced forms" and "instinctual overloads." It was all just background noise. Your focus was on the subtle reshaping of your claws, ensuring they were perfectly sharp and clean.
"Are you ready, Y/N?" Chopper finally asked, his voice barely a whisper, as he held out the glowing Rumble Ball.
You looked up, your golden eyes calm and steady. You offered a small, confident smile. You were always ready for whatever adventure the Straw Hats, and life, threw your way.
The Rumble Ball gleamed in Chopper's hoof, its strange power waiting. The crew held their breath. The moment of truth was just beginning to unfold.
With a calm demeanor that belied the crew's escalating anxiety, you reached out and gently plucked the Rumble Ball from Chopper's trembling hoof. The small, colorful pill felt oddly inert in your palm for a moment, an unassuming vessel for such potent power. You popped it into your mouth, swallowing it with a gulp.
For a few seconds, nothing happened.
"See?" Usopp breathed a sigh of relief, lowering his still-smoking slingshot. "Nothing. Just a really weird-tasting candy."
Luffy’s grin started to stretch, "Told you it would be super—"
Then, a low hum vibrated from deep within your chest. It wasn't your usual contented purr. This was different, deeper, almost a thrumming vibration that resonated through the deck of the Sunny. Your muscles began to bulge, stretching the fabric of your clothes. Your golden eyes, usually so warm and intelligent, suddenly narrowed, the pupils constricting into slits.
A wave of intense heat radiated from you as your form began to distort. It wasn't the fluid, natural shift the crew was used to. This was violent, disjointed. Your limbs elongated unevenly, your back arching into an unnatural curve. Fur, coarser and darker than your usual tawny coat, erupted across your skin in patches, not a uniform covering. Your face contorted, twisting into a grotesque mockery of a lion's muzzle, wider and more angular, with elongated, jagged teeth that protruded even when your mouth was closed. A jagged, bone-like ridge began to grow along your spine, making your silhouette menacing and alien.
You were no longer the graceful lioness they knew. This was something else entirely.
A guttural, rasping growl tore from your throat, a sound unlike any they had ever heard from you. It wasn't a warning or a playful challenge; it was a raw, primal sound of aggression. Your head snapped up, those distorted golden eyes sweeping across the gathered crew. There was no flicker of recognition in them. Only a wild, unbridled fury.
Luffy’s smile vanished, replaced by a look of stunned disbelief. "Y/N...?" he murmured, a rare uncertainty in his voice.
You took a lumbering, uneven step forward, your massive, clawed paws scraping against the wooden deck. Another growl ripped through the air, deeper and more menacing this time. Your head tilted slightly, as if trying to place them, but the blank, feral rage remained.
Chopper stared, his face paling, the color draining from his fur. "This isn't... this isn't anything I predicted!" he stammered, frantically flipping through his notes. "Her forms... they're usually so balanced! This is... a mutation! An unstable one!"
You let out a louder roar, a sound that made the very air vibrate. Your new, monstrous form coiled, muscles bunching, ready to spring. Your eyes, devoid of any warmth or familiarity, fixed on Nami, who let out a terrified gasp.
This wasn't your pride. This was an invading pack. And you were ready to defend your territory.
What will the Straw Hats do to calm you, or protect themselves, from this unpredictable new form?
The monstrous form that was once you coiled, then lunged. It was a terrifying blur of dark fur and jagged edges, moving with a speed that belied its bulk. Your distorted golden eyes were locked onto Nami, who let out a terrified scream as you bore down on her.
Nami scrambled backward, tripping over a coil of rope. She desperately threw up her arm, but it was too late. A single, powerful swipe of your clawed paw connected with her forearm. The sound of rending fabric and a choked cry filled the air. When you recoiled, a deep, ragged gash was visible on Nami's arm, blood already welling and staining her sleeve crimson. She clutched it, her face pale with pain and fear.
"Nami!" Sanji roared, a whirlwind of furious kicks already aimed at your flank. He moved with a speed born of desperation, trying to divert your attention. "You monster! How dare you hurt Nami-swan!"
The kicks connected, but you barely flinched. The attacks that would normally send you tumbling merely seemed to irritate this new, wild form. You turned on Sanji, a guttural snarl tearing from your throat. Your teeth, now elongated and razor-sharp, snapped at the air, and you lunged again, forcing him to dodge frantically.
"Gum-Gum... Pistol!" Luffy's voice boomed, stretching an arm back before unleashing a powerful punch aimed at your chest. The blow landed with a sickening thud, sending ripples across your tough, mutated hide. You stumbled back a step, but your eyes, still devoid of recognition, merely narrowed further. Another feral growl ripped from your throat, and you charged Luffy, your new, bone-like spinal ridge scraping against the deck.
Zoro, grim-faced, drew his swords. "This isn't Y/N," he muttered, bracing himself. "This is just a beast." He moved in, a flash of steel, trying to keep you away from the injured Nami. His attacks, usually precise and impactful, were met with startling ferocity. You parried his slashes with your massive paws, your claws sparking against his blades.
Usopp, trembling, fired pop greens. Large, tangled nets erupted, trying to ensnare you, but your enhanced strength ripped through them like tissue paper. "She's too strong! The nets won't hold her!" he cried, scrambling for more ammunition.
Chopper, his face a mask of horror, was screaming. "Her power levels are off the charts! It's like a limitless rampage! I... I don't know how to stop her!" He tried to get close, to reason with you, but a sweeping backhand from your paw sent him skidding across the deck, barely avoiding a direct hit.
Robin, her usual composure fractured, unleashed a flurry of arms, trying to pin your limbs, but your raw power shattered her sprouted hands as easily as glass. Franky, bellowing, tried to tackle you, but you shrugged him off with a roar that vibrated through his cyborg body. Even Jinbe, with his formidable Fish-Man Karate, found himself struggling to contain your relentless, unthinking assault.
You moved with a terrifying, primal grace, your new form a terrifying engine of destruction. Your growls were constant, a chorus of pure, unadulterated rage. You saw only threats, only enemies. The very crew you protected with your life now faced the full, unrestrained fury of your Devil Fruit, warped and unleashed by Chopper's unstable concoction. The Sunny had become a battleground, and you, the familiar lioness, were now its most dangerous predator. The crew moved with a grim determination. They couldn't hurt you, not truly, but they had to stop you. Your roars echoed across the deck, a constant, terrifying sound that tore at their hearts even as they fought for their lives.
"We can't use anything too strong!" Luffy yelled, dodging a swipe that would have cleaved the mast. "Just hold her down!"
It was a desperate, chaotic dance. Franky, despite being thrown earlier, lumbered back into the fray, his iron body proving somewhat resistant to your blows. He tried to lock your arms, but your strength was phenomenal, a raw, untamed force. Zoro, ever the tactician in battle, wasn't aiming to wound but to disarm and restrict. He used the flat of his blades to deflect your attacks, trying to create openings for the others.
It was a combined effort, a testament to their bonds. Sanji, agile and precise, continued to harry you, kicking at your legs to throw you off balance, aiming for pressure points he knew wouldn't cause lasting damage but might create momentary disorientation. Robin's numerous arms appeared, not to restrain with crushing force, but to entangle your limbs, to wrap around your torso, trying to trip you. Each time you tore through them, more appeared, a relentless, frustrating net of flesh.
Luffy, finally, got his chance. As you lunged at Zoro, distracted by his relentless deflections, Luffy stretched his arms back, wrapping them around your torso. "Gum-Gum... Embrace!" he grunted, using his rubber body to absorb your thrashing, trying to pin your arms to your sides. You roared, a sound of pure frustration, thrashing even harder, but Luffy held fast, his own immense strength barely containing your rampage.
With Luffy holding your upper body, Zoro moved in quickly. He wasn't gentle, but his movements were calculated. He drove the hilt of his sword into the side of your neck, a precise blow designed to stun, not injure. You let out a choked gasp, your thrashing momentarily faltering.
That was all they needed. Franky tackled your legs, bringing you crashing down to the deck with a mighty thud. Sanji moved in, pinning one of your flailing arms with his foot. Even Usopp, overcoming his fear, helped Robin sprout more arms, weaving them around your legs, tightening the makeshift restraints. Chopper, tears streaming down his face, rushed forward, pressing his tiny hooves against your fur.
"Y/N! Snap out of it! It's us! It's your pride!" he wailed, his voice cracking.
You continued to growl, your eyes still wild, struggling against their combined might. But the raw power of the Rumble Ball was beginning to wane. Your roars grew less frequent, your thrashing less violent. The dark, coarse fur began to recede, the jagged bone ridge along your spine softening, melting away.
Then, with a final, shuddering gasp, the monstrous form flickered. The distorted muzzle receded, the elongated limbs shortened. In a flash of light, the grotesque beast was gone, replaced by your human form.
You lay there, unmoving, on the deck, your clothes tattered and torn. Your golden eyes, now wide and dazed, slowly blinked open. They drifted from Luffy, who was still holding you, to Zoro, then Sanji, Nami, who was cradling her bleeding arm, Usopp, Robin, Franky, Brook, and Jinbe. There was no recognition, not truly. Just a blank, disoriented stare, as if you were looking at strangers. A silent, bewildered glance at Nami's injured arm, then back at the faces above you.
A tremor ran through your body. Your eyes fluttered, then rolled back. With a soft, almost inaudible sigh, you finally passed out, utterly spent, leaving behind only the echoing silence and the lingering fear of the monster you had become.
The silence that fell over the Thousand Sunny after you collapsed was heavy, broken only by the lapping of waves against the hull and Nami's pained whimpers. Chopper was the first to move, rushing to your side, his small hooves scrambling over the deck. He pressed his ear to your chest, then frantically checked your pulse.
"She's okay," he whispered, his voice thick with relief, though tears still streamed down his face. "Just exhausted. The strain... it was immense."
Nami, despite her injury, was already being tended to by Sanji, who hovered over her with furious concern. Her arm was bleeding freely, a stark reminder of your uncontrolled power. Usopp, still trembling, helped Robin carefully gather you up, your limp form surprisingly light in their combined arms. They carried you gently to the infirmary, Chopper fussing over every step.
Luffy stood rooted to the spot, his usual boisterous energy completely drained. He stared at the spot where you had transformed, his brow furrowed in a way his crew rarely saw. "She didn't... she didn't know us," he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.
Zoro sheathed his swords, his expression grim. "That wasn't Y/N. That was something else. A pure beast." He glanced at Nami’s arm, then back at the door to the infirmary. "It was terrifying."
Inside the infirmary, Chopper worked diligently. He cleaned and bandaged Nami's arm, his medical precision a stark contrast to his earlier panic. Then he turned his attention to you, carefully checking your vitals, listening to your breathing. He covered you with a warm blanket, his small face etched with guilt and worry. He knew this was his fault, his experiment gone horribly wrong.
The rest of the crew eventually gathered outside the infirmary, speaking in hushed tones. The usual banter was absent, replaced by a somber quiet. The image of your distorted form, your vacant, enraged eyes, was burned into their memories. You, their protector, their comforting lioness, had become a nightmare.
Hours later, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the ship, Chopper finally emerged. His eyes were red-rimmed, but a flicker of hope was in them.
"She's stable," he announced quietly. "Just needs rest. A lot of rest." He looked at each of them, his voice gaining a shaky resolve. "I'm so sorry. I... I didn't realize the Rumble Ball could have such a volatile effect on a Zoan. It clearly over-amplified her Devil Fruit, pushing it beyond its limits and into a primal, uncontrolled state." He wrung his hooves, his gaze falling to the deck. "I almost hurt her. And I hurt Nami."
Nami, despite her bandaged arm, managed a weak smile. "It's okay, Chopper," she said softly, though her voice still trembled slightly. "We know it wasn't you, and it wasn't Y/N. It was the Rumble Ball."
Luffy walked over to Chopper and gently patted his head. "It's okay, Chopper. We're all alright. And Y/N will be fine. We just gotta be careful next time." His words, simple as they were, brought a wave of relief to the little doctor.
As night fully descended, a heavy quiet settled over the ship once more. The incident had shaken them, a stark reminder of the unpredictable dangers of Devil Fruits. But it had also reaffirmed their bond. They were a family, a pride, and they would face whatever came their way, together. Even if it meant facing their own friend's unleashed power.
You awoke in the dead of night, the familiar rocking of the Thousand Sunny a dull thrum beneath you. The infirmary was dark, lit only by the faint moonlight filtering through the porthole. A deep ache permeated your muscles, a soreness that felt far beyond a normal workout. As your grogginess began to dissipate, fragmented images flickered through your mind: a monstrous form, a terrifying roar, the frantic faces of your crewmates.
Then, a sharp, agonizing memory pierced through the haze: Nami's scream, the flash of blood on her arm. A wave of nausea and guilt washed over you, so potent it felt physical. You didn't remember the specifics of your rampage, but the image of hurting Nami was seared into your consciousness.
Despite the lingering weakness in your limbs, you couldn't stay there. The guilt gnawed at you, a relentless beast in your chest. You had to see Nami, had to know she was alright.
Slowly, carefully, you swung your legs over the side of the cot. Every movement sent a jolt of pain through your body, but you pushed through it, driven by the overwhelming need to apologize. You stumbled out of the infirmary and made your way through the quiet corridors of the ship, your bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor.
You knew Nami shared a room with Robin. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of moonlight illuminating the interior. You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. Then, taking a deep breath, you slipped inside.
The room was still and peaceful. Robin was asleep in her hammock, her expression serene. In the other bed, you saw Nami, her bandaged arm resting gently on the covers. Her breathing was soft and even, but the sight of the white bandage sent another pang of guilt through you.
Ignoring the protests of your aching body, you quietly climbed into bed beside her. The mattress dipped slightly with your weight, but Nami didn't stir. You curled up close to her, your body instinctively seeking warmth and connection. You positioned yourself carefully, making sure not to jostle her injured arm, and nestled your head gently against her shoulder. The familiar scent of her hair and the faint sound of her breathing were a small comfort in the storm of your guilt.
Some time later, the first rays of dawn began to paint the sky with hues of orange and pink. Nami stirred, a soft groan escaping her lips as she shifted in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she looked around the unfamiliar room with a confused expression. Then, her gaze landed on you, your face buried in her shoulder.
Surprise flickered across her features, followed by a soft understanding. She remembered the chaos of the previous night, the terrifying transformation, and the searing pain in her arm. But she also remembered the look in your eyes before you passed out, the dazed, bewildered confusion.
You felt her stirring and lifted your head, your own eyes heavy with exhaustion and remorse. The first light of dawn illuminated your face, showing the raw guilt in your expression.
"Nami..." you began, your voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. "I... I'm so sorry." Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision. "I don't remember everything... but I remember hurting you. I would never... never intentionally hurt you, any of you. Please... please forgive me." Your voice broke, the guilt overwhelming you.
Nami looked at you, her expression softening. Your tears, the genuine anguish in your eyes, spoke volumes. She reached out her uninjured hand, gently cupping your cheek. "Hey," she whispered, her voice surprisingly steady, "it's okay."
You flinched slightly at her touch, still expecting anger, but her touch was gentle, reassuring. "It's not okay," you choked out, fresh tears blurring your vision. "I hurt you. I saw your arm... I don't know what happened, but it was me."
Nami sighed, a soft, weary sound. "It wasn't you, Y/N," she insisted, her thumb stroking your cheekbone. "It was that stupid Rumble Ball. Chopper told us everything. You weren't yourself. We all know that." She shifted slightly, wincing as her bandaged arm protested, but kept her gaze locked on yours. "You're our protector, our lion. We know you'd never hurt us. Not really."
You looked down at her bandaged arm, a fresh wave of shame washing over you. "But I did," you whispered, the words tasting like ash in your mouth. "I lost control."
Nami's free hand found yours, intertwining her fingers with yours. "And we were there to bring you back," she said firmly. "That's what a crew does. That's what a family does. We look out for each other, even when things go completely insane." She offered a small, tired smile. "Honestly, Y/N, the scariest part wasn't you hurting me. It was seeing you so lost. Like you didn't know who we were."
You squeezed her hand, a fragile connection forming between you both. "I... I remember flashes. Just... wildness. And then seeing your face, and it was like I didn't understand." A shiver ran down your spine at the memory. "I'm so sorry, Nami. Truly."
"It's over now," Nami said, her voice laced with a quiet understanding. "You're back. That's what matters." She gently nudged you closer, and despite the lingering soreness, you instinctively curled into her warmth. She didn't pull away, instead, she wrapped her uninjured arm around you, holding you close. "Just promise me no more crazy experiments with Chopper, okay?" she murmured, a hint of her usual exasperation returning.
You managed a weak, watery chuckle, the first genuine sound of amusement since you'd woken up. "Promise," you whispered, burying your face in her shoulder, finding solace in her forgiveness and the familiar comfort of her presence. The guilt still lingered, a dull ache, but her words, her unwavering acceptance, had begun to soothe the raw edges of your remorse. You were back with your pride, and that was all that mattered.
The soft murmur of your apology, raw with guilt, hung in the quiet room. Nami looked at you, truly looked at you, and saw not the monstrous form of last night, but the friend who protected her with the fierce loyalty of a lioness. She raised her uninjured hand, gently cupping your cheek.
"Hey," she whispered, her voice still a little hoarse, but gentle. "It's okay. I know you didn't mean it." She paused, a small, knowing smile touching her lips. "That wasn't you."
The quiet understanding in her words was a balm to your wounded heart. You leaned into her touch, a tiny, almost inaudible whimper escaping you. She shifted slightly, making more room, and you instinctively curled closer, finding solace in her familiar presence. The last thing you remembered was her soft touch, then the comforting darkness of sleep claimed you both once more.
Later that morning, the aroma of Sanji's breakfast wafted through the ship, pulling Nami from a deep slumber. She stretched, wincing slightly as her bandaged arm protested, then slowly got out of bed. You were still deeply asleep beside her, curled into a tight ball, your breathing even and peaceful. Nami smiled softly, tucking the blanket around you before heading out to the galley.
As she entered the dining area, the chatter of the crew immediately ceased. All eyes turned to her, a mixture of relief and lingering concern on their faces.
"Nami-swan! You're awake!" Sanji exclaimed, rushing forward with a perfectly brewed cup of coffee and a plate of pancakes. "How's your arm, my love?"
"I'm fine, Sanji, thanks," Nami said, taking the coffee. She felt a slight tickle on her cheek and brushed it away, then noticed a few strands of tawny fur clinging to her pajamas. It was your fur.
Luffy's eyes, ever sharp, immediately widened. "Nami! You have Y/N's fur on you!" he declared, pointing.
Usopp gasped dramatically, "Don't tell me she got out again in the night!"
Chopper, who had been anxiously waiting, rushed forward, his eyes fixed on the fur. "Did she transform again? Is she alright?"
Nami chuckled, a soft, warm sound that reassured them. "No, she's fine. And she didn't transform." She took a sip of her coffee, then glanced towards the infirmary where your room was. "She came to my room last night."
A ripple of surprise went through the crew. Zoro raised an eyebrow, while Robin's serene smile broadened.
"She did?" Chopper asked, his voice full of wonder. "But... why?"
Nami looked at them, a gentle sadness in her eyes. "She woke up. She remembered... hurting me. She was really upset. She just came and cuddled up next to me." A small sigh escaped her lips. "She apologized."
The news hung in the air, a profound truth. The terrifying beast they had faced last night was gone, replaced by the friend who felt such deep remorse.
"She remembered..." Chopper whispered, his eyes welling up again. "She truly sees us as her pride."
"That's our Y/N," Luffy said, a wide, genuine smile spreading across his face. "Even when she's crazy, she still cares."
Sanji wiped a tear from his eye. "Such a gentle heart... our lioness."
Brook let out a quiet "Yohoho," his skull shining in the morning light. "A true display of love, even in such a frightful situation."
Franky wiped a tear from his eye. "SUPER emotional!"
Jinbe nodded, a deep understanding in his gaze. "Her instincts are strong, but her bond with us is stronger. She truly is one of us."
The brief, terrifying incident of the Rumble Ball had left its mark, a stark reminder of power unchecked. But the quiet, heartfelt apology, the need for comfort and connection in the dark of night, solidified something even more profound: your place as an indispensable, deeply loved member of the Straw Hat Pirates, your heart as loyal as any lion to its pride.
The morning sun, now higher in the sky, streamed through the galley windows as you finally stirred. The familiar scent of coffee and sizzling bacon filled your nostrils, a welcome comfort after the unsettling dreams that had plagued your sleep. The soreness in your body was still there, a dull ache, but the overwhelming guilt from the night before was even more potent.
You pushed yourself up, dressed quickly in clean clothes Chopper had laid out, and walked towards the galley, each step feeling heavy with apprehension. As you pushed open the door, the lively chatter inside immediately died down. All eyes turned to you, a mix of concern and relief on their faces.
"Guys," you started, your voice a little shaky, "I..." You swallowed hard, meeting Nami's gaze first. Her arm was bandaged, a stark white against her tan skin. Your throat tightened. "Nami, I am so, so sorry." Your eyes welled up again. "I remember... I remember hurting you. I never wanted to. I don't know what happened, but I'm so incredibly sorry." Your gaze swept across the rest of the crew. "I'm sorry to all of you. I... I lost control. I would never intentionally hurt my pride."
A beat of silence, then Luffy was there in a flash, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, rubbery hug. "It's okay, Y/N! We know it wasn't you! We know you'd never hurt us on purpose!"
Nami, despite her bandaged arm, reached out and gently patted your shoulder. "He's right, Y/N. We know. Just... don't do it again, okay?" She managed a small smile, and you felt a wave of profound relief wash over you.
Chopper, tears in his eyes, rushed up and buried his face in your leg. "It was my fault, Y/N! My experiment went wrong! I'm sorry!"
You gently stroked his head. "No, Chopper. It's okay. We learn."
The tension eased, replaced by the usual boisterous energy of the Straw Hats. But throughout the day, you found yourself making quiet gestures, small apologies woven into your actions, reaffirming your loyalty and affection.
After breakfast, as Zoro settled down for his mid-morning nap on the deck, you approached him. He opened one eye as you came closer, then closed it again, clearly expecting you. With a fluid, silent shift, your body expanded, fur rippling across your skin until you were in your magnificent full lion form. You circled him once, then carefully, gently, you lay down, settling your massive, warm body directly on top of him.
Zoro grunted beneath your weight, but didn't protest. He simply adjusted his head, nestling it into the thick, soft fur of your mane, letting out a contented sigh. He knew this was your way of saying sorry, a silent offering of comfort and trust. The rhythmic purr that rumbled deep in your chest was a soothing vibration that slowly lulled him back to sleep. You watched over him, a silent guardian, your golden eyes half-lidded.
Later, you found Sanji in the galley, meticulously preparing ingredients for lunch. You nudged the door open with your nose, still in your full lion form, and let out a soft rumble. Sanji turned, a slight smile on his face. He simply reached down and scratched behind your ears, right in that spot that made your leg thump. "Trying to earn extra treats, Y/N-chan?" he teased gently. You just purred louder, leaning into his touch, your way of saying, thank you for understanding.
You also spent time near Usopp, who was meticulously cleaning his slingshot. You lay close by, watching him with attentive eyes, your tail occasionally thumping the deck. He was still a little jumpy, but your calm presence seemed to reassure him. He even ventured to pat your head, albeit cautiously.
That evening, as the stars began to appear, you curled up near Nami and Robin as they charted their course. Nami's bandaged arm was still a constant reminder, but as you rested your head on her lap, a low purr rumbling, she simply ran her fingers through your fur. It was a silent acknowledgment, a reassurance that all was forgiven. You were their lioness, and you were home.
The incident with the Rumble Ball was a stark reminder of the power you wielded, but your inherent nature, your deep love for your crew, always shone through. The Straw Hats knew that no matter what monstrous form you might temporarily take, at your core, you were, and always would be, their fiercely loyal pride member.
Summary: you are a cook at a bar frequented by pirates. Bound by emotional chains, you long for freedom. You never expected a blond cook to be the one to save you.
Warnings: reader is a slave, minor post wano spoilers
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You worked at La Esmeralda, a run down bar in a port town that catered to pirates. You arrived almost 5 years ago, when the owner, Esmeralda, bought you from a slave ship to work as a cook at her bar. The sign was faded and the building was in need of some repairs, but people still came because the food was great. Food that you helped cook.
It was a chilly day outside, and you were thankful for the warmth the kitchen flames provided. You were stirring a pumpkin soup, adding the final touches, when your master, Esmeralda, barged in. She was a short, porky woman with dirty blonde hair and gaudy, fake jewelry on every appendage.
“Look alive! We’ve got a special crew dining with us!” She shouted. “Everything has to be perfect!”
“Who is it?” One of the other cooks asked.
“It’s a Yonko, Strawhat Luffy and his crew!” She stressed.
Strawhat Luffy? You’d heard about him before, how he liberated entire countries. Maybe he could liberate you.
“Oy, quit your daydreaming and finish that soup!” Esmeralda brought you back to reality.
Of course. Why would a powerful new Yonko save one little cook? You finished your soup and plated it up accordingly, making sure the toppings were positioned just so. You sent the soup out to your diners, and carried on with your duties. It wasn’t much later when you heard a bit of commotion from the dining room. Was everything ok?
Esmeralda rushed in, and made a beeline towards you. “You! Come with me!” She shouted. She sure was loud.
“Yes, ma’am,” you quickly replied.
She ushered you out to the dining room, and there you saw the Strawhat crew, laughing boisterously and having a good time. She brought you to the blond one, and presented you like you were some token prize.
“Here you are, sir, the cook who made the pumpkin soup!” She beamed.
“You made this?” The man asked incredulously. “It’s truly exquisite, mon amore.”
“Oh, thank you Mr…”
“Sanji,” the man interjected. “Pardon me if this is rude, but why waste your cooking here? At a bar like this?”
You glanced nervously towards Esmeralda, but she had bustled off to attend another diner. You turned back to Sanji, where he and the rest of the crew waited for a response. You didn’t know why, but you felt like you could trust them. So you spilled. Everything. About how Esmeralda saved you from the slave trade, and gave you a home at her bar, but you felt trapped and unable to leave. You had no freedom from working tirelessly and making her money. You didn’t even get paid, aside from basic necessities being covered. As you finished rambling, Esmeralda walked back over, so you quickly covered.
“Yes, there is a touch of nutmeg in the soup. You’ve got good taste, sir,” you rushed out. “I should really get back to the kitchen, thank you again for the lovely compliment.”
With that you turned away and walked quickly back to the kitchen. Esmeralda was right behind you.
“What was that all about?” She questioned.
“Oh, you know guys,” you shrugged. “He complimented my soup, then tried to flirt my pants off.”
Esmeralda laughed at that. “Typical.”
She liked your work that day, so as a rare treat you got to retire to your room early. It was the little things like this that she did to try and convince you that she was a good person, and that you liked it here. That night, as you lie awake, you heard a commotion from the hallway. A loud thud could be heard, and then footsteps made their way to your room. They paused right in front of your door. Your breath caught.
“Hey, you in there?” A familiar voice called out quietly. “It’s Sanji, I’m here to rescue you.”
Sanji? That cook from earlier? You were joking when you thought to yourself that they’d rescue you. Was he really here?
You shot up out of bed and ran to the door, and when you threw it open, there he was. Cigarette in hand, a warm smile on his face.
“What are you doing here?” You whisper shouted. “If Esmeralda sees us she’ll kill us!”
“Don’t worry about her, she’s neutralized for now. But we should get going before she wakes up.” Sanji explained.
You began to panic. This was really happening. “I can’t just go I- I have to pack my things… oh who am I kidding? I don’t have any things! Let’s go!”
You stepped out of your small room and for the first time didn’t feel dread. You felt hope. He took your hand and led you carefully towards the back door, but was stopped abruptly by Esmeralda standing in front of it.
“So! I save your sorry excuse for a life, and this is how you repay me?!” She screeched. “Running off with some man?!”
“Esmeralda, I-”
“No! I don’t want to hear it!” She cut you off. “If you get back to your room right now, maybe I won’t make your punishment so severe.”
Your body tensed as you recalled the ways she’d punish you. No. You couldn’t go back to that. Not when freedom was so close. Anger bubbled up inside of you. Years of resentment coming to the surface. It was now or never.
With a scream, you lunged at her, and your fist connected with her jaw. It rippled on impact, and she staggered back. You landed another hit to her temple, and she crumpled to the floor.
“Run!” You yelled to Sanji, and you grabbed his hand and dashed outside into the night.
Once a safe distance away, you stopped to catch your breath. You couldn’t help but to laugh as a mix of emotions hit you. “I did it. I really did it!” You exclaimed.
“Are you okay?” Sanji asked.
“I’ve never been better in all my life!” You answered loudly. “I’m free!”
“Let’s get back to the ship before we celebrate too much. Someone will come looking for you no doubt,” Sanji cautioned.
“Ooh a ship, I haven’t been on one of those since… never mind.” You said.
The two of you made your way to the port quickly. “Good thing moss head wasn’t here our you’d have never made it to the ship,” he laughed.
“Moss… head?” You questioned.
“Zoro, our crews swordsman and right hand of our captain,” he explained. “Don’t worry, you’ll meet everyone once we get back.”
He led you onto the deck of the ship, and you couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty. There was grass! On a ship! It was a far cry from the slave ship you arrived on all those years ago. As you took in your surroundings, you saw the rest of the crew emerging. One with green hair (that must be moss head), a redhead, a guy with a long nose, a… skeleton?
“Sanji!” You whisper shouted to him. “Is that a skeleton?”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “That’s Brook, our musician.”
“And a cyborg? Robot? Person?” You asked, shock on your face.
“Yep! That’s Franky, our shipwright,” he explained. “Over there you got Zoro, Usopp, Nami, Robin, Jinbei, Chopper, and our captain Luffy.”
You recognized them now from the bar. How had you not noticed they had a skeleton and a cyborg? And a fish man too?
“Heeyyy! Welcome aboard!” The guy you now knew as Luffy called out.
Oh, um, hi,” you said shyly.
Everyone was warm and welcoming (except maybe moss head Zoro) and you finally felt like you could breathe. You stuck close to Sanji, and he was all too happy for it.
“I can’t believe this is real,” you whispered to him.
Summary: Just a little Drabble about Sanji and you cooking together in the kitchen.
Warnings: none, just some fluff about our favorite cook, Sanji.
I didn’t expect everyone to like my first Sanji fic, I’m not the biggest fan of him honestly. But if it’s more Sanji you all want, more you shall get! I have a longer fic for him in the works that should be posted soon! For now enjoy this!
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The kitchen is Sanji’s safe space, but I think he’d be thrilled to share it with you. Anything to spend more time together. You’d giggle and call him cute when he got a little flour on his nose, and he’d just melt into the floor. You’d always get to sample whatever he was cooking, and with sweets, he’d leave a little extra in the bowl for you to enjoy.
“Try this,” he’d say, and he’d feed you a spoonful of a sweet cream topping. “Too sweet?”
“No, it’s delicious as always!” You’d compliment.
“I’m glad you think so,” he’d reply. “Though nothing could ever be as sweet as you, mon amore.”
You’d giggle in reply, and he’d place a soft kiss on your forehead before finishing the dessert.
If you ever got sick, you’d stumble into the kitchen, blanket wrapped around you, and ask him to make you some soup. He’d jump up to grab you and lead you to a seat, but not before scolding you for getting out of bed. Still, he’d make you a warm cup of your favorite, and he’d sit by you to make sure you could eat it okay.
“Why did you get out of bed, mon amore? Chopper told you to rest!” He’d ask with concern.
“I was hungry,” you’d reply with a sniffle. “All that medicine chopper gave me made me hungry.”
He’d tell you not to worry about it and pull you into a hug, then carry you back to your bed when you were finished. Once you’d get better he’d have you right back in the kitchen with him, happy to have his little sous chef, cooking together.
Supernovas x F Reader- They ask you to join their crew
Summary: Post Wano, Kid, Law, and Luffy ask you to join their crew. It is 3 separate stories, on the shorter side.
Warnings: none
Got some Sanji up next since people seemed to like him!
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You never planned on teaming up with pirates, or going to Wano, or helping to defeat a Yonko, or really any of the events of the past month and a half, but here you were. Standing in the streets of Onigashima, watching the people of Wano celebrate their new shogun. You saw Kid, Luffy, and Law, celebrating with their crews, and thought back to your journey with them. Now that it was all over, you didn’t know where to go. You had no crew of your own, nowhere you really belonged. Deciding it best to not make things awkward, you turned to leave quietly, accepting your fate as a loner, when you thought you heard a familiar voice call out to you.
Luffy:
Heyyy! Where are you going? We gotta celebrate!” It was Luffy, stopping you in your tracks.
You froze, unsure what he meant. Surely he didn’t mean for you to celebrate with them?
“Don’t just stand there!” He exclaimed. “C’mon!”
He stretched his arm out and grabbed you, pulling you back into the mix. A drink was put in your hand, by who you couldn’t say, and the party carried on.
“You should join my crew!” Luffy exclaimed between bites of meat. “You really kicked ass with us!”
“Surely you don’t mean that?” You gasped. “I’m a nobody. You don’t want me…”
Luffy stopped eating and got a serious look on his face. “Don’t say that. You’re my friend! Of course I want you on my crew!”
You looked to the rest of the crew, who were all nodding in approval.
“Once he’s decided you’re on the crew, that’s it,” Usopp shrugged. “You might as well give in.”
“Please come with us!” Chopper begged. “You’re so nice and you smell like candy!”
“Ok, ok, fine. I’ll come with you all,” you decided.
“Oh how wonderful! I shall make you your favorite foods, my darling!” Sanji gushed.
You laughed along with their antics. You could get used to this.
Law:
You whipped your head back to see who called you, but it didn’t appear to be anyone. Figures. Why would they want you to stay?
Slipping through the crowd, you made your way to the outskirts of town, not really sure where you were going. It wasn’t until you were just past the city borders that someone else called out to you. This time when you looked, you saw Law chasing after you.
“Where are you going?” He asked sternly.
“I… don’t know yet. Still figuring that out.” You answered nervously.
“Why leave so soon?” He asked.
“Why stay?” You answered coolly.
He didn’t have an answer for a moment, instead looking at you like he was deep in thought.
“You could stay,” he finally replied. “With me. And my crew.”
You were taken aback, certainly not expecting this. “Why?” You whispered.
“I like you,” he said after a pause. “You’re calm and levelheaded, unlike a lot of my crew. I could use someone like you.”
“Do you mean it?” You asked.
“I didn’t follow you to the edge of town for nothing,” he answered.
You thought it over for a minute. Being a pirate, having a home, and friends, it sounded nice.
“Ok,” you decided. “I’ll stay.”
You could have sworn the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile, but it didn’t last long. He led you back to the rest of the group, and they cheered upon seeing your return.
“You came back!” Bepo wailed. “I missed you!”
“I wasn’t even gone an hour,” you explained.
“Still,” he sniffled.
“Don’t worry, I’m here to stay,” you said, and comforted him with a hug. As the rest of the crew rallied around you, you felt a warmth spreading in your chest. You could get used to this.
Kid:
You turned around to see Eustass Kid marching towards you.
“Just where the hell do you think you’re going?” He spat.
“I… um… I don’t know. Somewhere.” You answered.
“So that’s it huh? You kick ass with my crew and now you’re just gonna bounce?” He asked.
“I didn’t know… you wanted me to stay…” you replied softly.
He laughed at that response. “We’re all here celebrating, why wouldn’t you be included? Couldn’t do it without you.”
He led you back to the party and that was that.
Later, as everybody was packing up their ships, you stood idly by and watched.
“Don’t just stand there!” Kid barked. “Help load up the ship, we gotta get going!”
“Why would I-?” You started, but he quickly cut you off.
“I already told you that you’re staying, so hurry up and let’s go.” He interrupted.
“Oh, uh ok. I mean, yes captain?” You stammered.
“Lighten up,” Wire said as he passed by you.
“I’ll try,” you said.
As the ship embarked, you sat around with your new family, laughing and telling stories. Kid wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. You could get used to this.
How one piece men cuddle with you ( Zoro , Luffy , Sanji , Ace , Shanks , Law , Sabo )
Zoro isn’t the cuddly type at all — at least, not consciously. He doesn’t initiate affection, and if you ask, he’ll grunt and roll his eye. But when you’re sleeping or hurt, he pulls you close like it’s instinct. He’s warm and steady, one arm heavy over your waist, his chest firm against your back. He doesn’t say anything, but his breath in your hair is steady and grounding (if you ignore the strong smell of booze). If you shift or try to leave, he tightens his grip just slightly — like his body is guarding yours even in sleep. He might wake up just enough to mumble, "Tch… stay. You’re warm."
Luffy cuddles like a human octopus. He has zero concept of personal space and doesn’t think twice about draping his entire body over you — legs, arms, head on your stomach, everything. He beams, sighs happily, and falls asleep within seconds. If you try to move, he clings even tighter. His hold isn’t possessive — just full of trust and comfort. To him, you’re both his favorite blanket and his favorite person. "You feel nice~. Don’t move!" he whines, snuggling even closer. Cuddling with Luffy feels like pure joy — chaotic, warm, and utterly free.
Sanji treats cuddling like both an art and an honor. Ever the gentleman, he always asks first—"Would mademoiselle like to be held?"—and when you say yes, he melts into you like you’re his entire world. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, nestling his face in your neck, whispering sweet nothings and complimenting the softness of your skin, the scent of your hair. His touch is affectionate but intentional, fingers lightly tracing your arms or thighs. He’ll sigh dreamily and murmur, "I could die happy like this..." Just beware: if it’s your first time cuddling, you might feel a faint trail of blood dripping from his nose onto your shoulder.
Ace is naturally warm — physically and emotionally. Cuddling with him is like curling into a sunbeam, especially comforting in winter. He tends to sprawl out when he sleeps, but the moment he senses you nearby, he pulls you against his chest, arms locking around you like a heated safety net. His heartbeat is strong, grounding. He might kiss the top of your head or nuzzle into your hair while murmuring, "Don’t go far..." He clings like someone who knows the ache of losing people. With Ace, cuddling is heat and closeness wrapped around a desperate kind of love he struggles to say out loud.
Shanks cuddles like a man who rarely gets the chance — but treasures it when he does. He’s a sprawler, always ending up with you tucked under one arm, his lone hand running lazy, soothing circles along your back. When he’s tipsy, he’ll pull you into his lap, resting his forehead against yours, whispering half-serious lines like, "This makes a man wonder what he’s really chasing." Then he’ll laugh low in your ear — the kind of laugh that makes your heart twist. His cuddle style is warm, teasing, magnetic — but when the world falls quiet, there’s real weight in the way he holds you. You’re the one thing that softens his storm.
Law is stiff about physical affection — at first. He’ll sit beside you for hours without touching you unless you initiate it. But once you do, he exhales like he’s surrendering and mutters something about how “this is inefficient sleeping,” before pulling you onto his chest like it’s no big deal. His heartbeat betrays him — fast the first time, but steadying as he gets used to your weight. He’ll absentmindedly rub your back while reading or thinking, quiet and still. Law doesn’t talk much during cuddles, but the intimacy is unmistakable — measured, deliberate, and deeply comforting. If you fall asleep there, he won’t move a muscle. He’ll just whisper, "Idiot..." softly, not unkindly — wondering how he ended up this far in.
Sabo cuddles with the care of someone who treasures soft things because he’s lost them before. He always pulls you into his arms like he’s protecting you from a world that’s far too cruel. He’s the kind to stroke your hair, kiss your temple, and ask if you’re okay even when you’re just resting. His body is relaxed, his tone gentle, and you can feel how tightly he tucks you in — as if keeping you safe with just his embrace. "You’re everything to me," he’ll say into your skin, even if you’re half-asleep.
Cuddling with Sabo feels like being chosen — over and over again, whereas his Den Den Mushi could never be chosen, as the “Peree-peree” sound continues uselessly in the background.
Summary: you eat a new fruit while exploring an island with your crew, the Whitebeard Pirates. What you don’t know is that this fruit is an aphrodisiac, and you find yourself desperate for some relief with your 1st divison commander.
Bit of a longer fic today (actually quite a bit longer) but I do love me some Marco 🩷
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut! May have gone a little overboard but it’s fiiiiine. Typical reader eats a fruit that makes her horny. Dr. Marco comes to the rescue ;) praise, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, p in v, protected sex, a heated conversation happens?
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The ocean glittered out in front of you as you smelled the salty sea air. Far off, you could see an island, your next destination.
“I hope they have yummy fruit!” You said to yourself.
“Be careful eating strange fruit while exploring,” Marco cautioned. Where did he come from? “Some of them have some odd side effects.”
“What, like turning you into a bird?” You teased.
He laughed, and the two of you watched the island grow nearer. “I’m serious,” he said after a while. “This island has some strange fruit. Some good, some not good.”
“Oh. Well, how do I know what’s good?” You asked.
“Only buy from the reputable stalls located downtown. They have strict rules in place to help tourists buy the right stuff.” Marco explained.
“Ok, fine,” you said raising your hands up. “I’ll be extra careful.”
Once you all had docked at the island, duties were doled out. Different groups went off to gather supplies, and you were tasked with buying a few bolts of cloth for clothing repairs. As you strolled the streets, taking in different shops, you saw the cloth store down an alleyway. You briskly walked towards it, but you were stopped by a lady selling beautiful pink melons.
“Would you care to try one, dear?” She asked sweetly.
“Oh, um, thanks, but I was told to only buy fruit from the downtown stalls,” you explained.
“Rubbish! There are plenty of us who sell perfectly good fruit outside of those stalls. Not all of us can afford the high rent downtown,” she replied.
“Well, these do look delicious…” you pondered. “Sure! I’ll take one for the road.”
She happily wrapped it up for you, and you went on your way to buy the cloth.
The cloth store had good prices, and you were weighed down by all your finds. By the time you made it back to the ship you were exhausted. You decided now was a good time to dive into that melon.
You enjoyed the fruit, it’s juicy pink interior reminded you of watermelons and kiwis. Feeling better, you helped load up the ship and made your way back into town to enjoy a meal and drinks with your crew at the local bar.
You bumped into Marco and decided to sit at the same table he was. “Find any good fruit like you wanted?” He asked.
“Yep!” You responded, deciding not to tell him you got it from a side street and not the main stalls. It’s not like anything had happened, right?
Midway through the meal, however, you started to feel… off. You felt feverish and your face heated up. Glancing across the table to Marco, seeing his toned chest and warm smile, your symptoms amped up. Suddenly you were turned on, and you had a desire lunge across the table and grab Marco then and there. You averted your eyes and tried to remain calm despite your heartbeat skyrocketing. What was happening?
“Hey, you okay over there?” Marco asked. He had noticed. Of course he had, being the ships doctor and all.
“Yeah! I’m fine!” You rushed out. “Just tired, been a long day and I’m just gonna head back to the ship to lay down.”
You rushed out of the bar and ran back towards the ship, cursing yourself for being so stupid. They’d definitely think something was wrong now. What had you eaten?
You finally made it to the ships deck, rushing towards your bunk, when you heard a flutter overhead, and heard the soft thud of Marco landing behind you.
“Hey, what was that?” Marco asked softly. “You just ran out of there…”
Damnit. The last guy you wanted to see. Or the first, maybe. “I already said I’m just tired…” you tried to sound convincing. You failed.
“Cut the crap. Something’s clearly wrong. I’m just trying to help,” Marco soothed. “Come with me to my office and I’ll take a look at you.”
You couldn’t fight it any longer, and the close proximity to him wasn’t helping. Reluctantly you followed him to his office.
“Take a seat,” Marco gestured to a plush couch sitting along one wall.
You sank into the couch, defeated, looking anywhere but at Marco. The stacks of paper on his desk, the filing cabinet drawer that wasn’t shut all the way, the soft fabric of the couch.
“Where did you buy that fruit today?” He began.
“Um, what makes you think it was that?” You tried deflecting.
“Where did you buy it?” He demanded.
“I went to get cloth, down this little alleyway,” you started.
“No,” Marco groaned.
“She said it was safe! That she just couldn’t afford to sell downtown…” you defended.
“And you believed her?!” Marco raised his voice slightly.
“I- I’m sorry, ok?” You whispered, shifting uncomfortably. “Can you just help me?”
Marco sighed, running his hand through his golden hair. “I’ll try. What did the fruit look like?”
“It was a small melon. Pink. Kinda tasted like watermelon and-”
“Kiwi?” he cut you off.
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
He sighed again. “I’m familiar with it. Never eaten one myself, but it’s one I’ve read about before.”
“Oh! That’s a good thing then, right?” You perked up. “You must know the treatment.”
“Yeah, I know it. But you’re not going to like it,” he said cautiously. “This fruit is known as a lust fruit. It makes you lust for the one person your heart desires. The only way to fix it is to… have sex… with that person.”
“What?” You gasped. “What if you can’t… have sex… with them?”
“Well, masturbating can slap a bandaid on it, but ultimately, sex is the only fix.” He explained.
“Great,” you grumbled. You began to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. How on earth were you supposed to pull off having sex with the first division commander of the whitebeard pirates?
“So, who is it?” Marco asked. “The one you’re lusting after?”
“Um, I’d rather not say…” you whined.
“How am I supposed to help you then?” Marco questioned.
“Fine, it’s… you.” Your voice was barely audible, but Marco heard you nonetheless.
He chuckled, and you wanted to slap him and ask what was so funny, but he gave you the answer before you could act.
“Why didn’t you just say so?” He asked. “That makes this easy.”
“It does?” You wondered how.
“Yeah. See, I like you, too. I just didn’t know if or when to say something about it. But I guess the time is now,” he said.
Your legs clenched together, and you felt yourself heating up even more. There was no way he just said that.
Suddenly, he was sitting down next to you, and he brought a hand up to cup your face and turn it to him. Your breath caught as you realized your face was only inches from his. “Let me help you,” he whispered.
“O-ok,” you whispered back.
That was the confirmation Marco needed. He brought your lips to his and kissed you hungrily. Your whole body lit up as the two of you finally connected. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and wordlessly lifted it off you. Your bra came next.
“You’re stunning,” he breathed. “Absolutely breathtaking.”
He brought a hand up to caress your breast, kneading it gently in his big hand. You tossed your head back and let out a breathy moan. “Marco!”
“Don’t worry, Dr. Marco will take care of you,” he cooed. “I’ll make you all better, yeah?”
“Please!” You begged.
He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down along with your underwear. Once you were sufficiently naked, he pulled you into his lap, his chest pressed against your back. He spread your legs apart and took in the site of your body.
“Look at how wet you are, just dripping for me,” he hummed.
One hand danced along your skin, feather light touches setting your skin on fire. He brought his hand down to your core and ran his finger along your sopping slit. Picking up some of the wetness, he brought his finger back up to circle your clit, finally giving you what you wanted.
“Oh god, finally!” You moaned as your hips bucked up.
“Hold still, love,” he murmured, nestling his head in the crook of your neck. He continued to circle your clit, building you up up up towards a blissful high. He kissed softly along your neck finally you came, soft moans leaving your lips. “There you go, that was perfect.”
You felt calmer, but still had the effects of the fruit in you. He wasted no time and circled your clit again, this time dipping a finger into your warmth. He added a second one, and curled them to find your sweet spot. Your hips bucked again, and he used his free hand to grab your hips and hold you still.
“Ah, Marco!” You cried. “I’m close again.”
“Good girl,” he praised. “Doing so well for me.” Marco added a third finger and with just a few pumps in and out, you released, gushing fluids all over the couch.
He only paused for a moment before resuming, your body twitching from being overstimulated. “It’s too much,” you whined.
“Shh, just relax,” he soothed. “You want me to make you well again, don’t you?”
You could only nod as he picked up the pace. It didn’t take much to have you release a third time, and your whole body shook with the intensity. Finally, he stopped, allowing you to breathe.
“C-can we be done now?” You asked, voice shaky. You were too exhausted to tell if the effects of the fruit had worn off or not.
“Mh, almost,” Marco responded. “I did say sex was the fix, didn’t I?”
You groaned, feeling yourself clench as you realized what was next. He got up from the couch and pulled his clothes off quickly, tossing them haphazardly across the room. He strolled over to his desk and pulled out a silver wrapper. A condom. Once it was on, he sat back down and grabbed you to pull you into his lap, facing him.
“Need you to ride me, love,” he said. “Doctor’s orders.”
He grabbed his cock, the tip red and already leaking pre cum, and lined it up with your entrance. His other hand grabbed your hips and guided you down onto him, inching you down until he had bottomed out.
“Fuck,” you moaned, and bit your lip to keep quiet.
He grabbed your hips and bounced you up and down on his cock, giving you no time to adjust to his size.
“God, you’re tight,” he praised. “Taking me so well, following doctor’s orders, fuck you’re such a good girl.”
You felt another orgasm closing in, and tears started to form as you tried to ground yourself. You couldn’t even form coherent words, just moaning and babbling nonsense.
“I can feel you getting closer,” Marco groaned. “Go on and cum on my cock. Doctor’s orders.”
You did, gushing fluids out as you collapsed against him, unable to prop yourself up anymore. He took this opportunity to grind your hips down onto him, and he snapped his own hips upwards into you.
“One more, love, just one more,” he pleaded.
His thrusting faltered as he neared his own climax, and as he finished, you felt your body peak one last time. Everything stilled, and you felt a quiet come over you. No more effects from the fruit. Just peace.
Marco slid you up off of him and stood up, then laid you back down onto the couch. He grabbed a cloth and cleaned you up, then threw a blanket across you and made sure you were comfortable. He bent down to kiss your forehead.
“I told you I’d take care of you,” he whispered. “You did so good, now get some rest, love. Doctor’s orders.”
Monster Trio x F reader- How you become their girlfriend/how they ask you out
Summary: How the Monster Trio (Luffy, Sanji, Zoro) ask you to be their girlfriend/ ask you out. First time writing for Luffy or Sanji so I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: just cute stuff, maybe a little angst in Sanjis, and a v emotionally constipated Zoro.
Next fic is going to be Marco the Phoenix aphrodisiac smut, then a fic with the supernova (Luffy, Kid, Law)!
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Luffy:
You were lounging on the beach of the island you and your crew had stopped at for a resupply. A tropical coconut was in your hand, hollowed out and filled with a delicious beverage, compliments of Sanji. From somewhere off in the distance, you saw Luffy running towards you. His smile was infectious and you couldn’t help but smile back. Trailing behind him was none other than the captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law.
“Heeeey, look who I found!” Luffy yelled from across the sand. “It’s Tra-guy!”
You laughed at his nickname, and gave a polite wave as they caught up to where you were.
“Tra-guy, you remember her, right? My girlfriend!” Luffy exclaimed.
You nearly spat out your drink. Girlfriend? Since when? Sure the two of you had tiptoed around the idea, but nothing was official. “Uh, Luffy, when did I become your girlfriend?”
“Hmmm, I dunno,” he pondered. “We hold hands, and kissed that one time, and I even shared my meat with you! That makes you my girlfriend!”
You brought your hand to your face and sighed. Of course, how could you forget when the two of you kissed. It was a warm night on the Sunny, and the two of you were laid out beneath the stars, just watching them. Your hands grazed each others, and you both enjoyed the closeness. Somewhere along the way Luffy had stopped talking, and only watched your face, illuminated by the starlight.
“You okay, Luffy?” you’d asked.
He’d nodded in response, before finally speaking. “I really like you,” he started. “You make me feel happy, different from how the rest of the crew does.”
“Different how?” You’d asked, worried.
“I dunno,” Luffy pondered for a moment. “Good different!” He grinned.
“I like you, too,” you’d decided. “Just being with you under the stars, so close, it’s… it’s really nice.”
The two of you had sat like that for a while longer before Luffy spoke up again. “Hey, can I… try something?”
“Uh, sure Luffy,” you replied. “What did you want-”
Luffy grabbed your face and before you could finish your sentence, he’d kissed you. It was slow, a little sloppy, but it felt so right. The moment had gotten interrupted by footsteps on the deck, and it hadn’t been talked about since.
You were jostled out of daydream land by Luffy putting his arm around you. “You okay?” He asked, concerned. “You kinda spaced out there.”
“Huh? Oh, uh, I’m good.” You answered with a fake smile. You guess it’s official now, though it would have been nice if he asked first. Still, you could get used to this. Girlfriend of the (future) King of the Pirates. What a title.
Sanji:
Sanji loves women more than he loves breathing, so when he flirts with you and brings you your favorite foods, you think nothing of it. His honeyed words, while nice, hold no real weight to them. He’s told the same things to you, Nami, Robin, and even strangers on the street.
When he asked you out, you laughed it off like always, and thanked him for the compliment. As much as you wanted it to be real, you knew he wasn’t sincere. You could have sworn you saw a look of hurt in his eyes, but you brushed it off and went about your day.
By 3, when he usually brought you and Robin afternoon tea, he was nowhere to be found. At dinner time, a plate of sandwiches sat on the counter, no cook in sight.
“Has anyone seen Sanji?” You asked, worried.
“I saw him making sandwiches in here earlier, but he didn’t want to talk much,” Chopper answered.
“He looked super down in the dumps earlier,” Franky added. “Wonder what’s up with him?”
“He wants to be left alone,” Zoro explained. “Said he was figuring some things out.”
You wanted to go find him, but decided to give him the space he was asking for.
Later that night he found you on the deck, leaning against the railing chatting with Usopp. “Hey, can I talk to you?” He asked nervously.
His usual heart eyed persona was gone. “Oh, sure Sanji.” You answered.
You waved to Usopp and followed Sanji through the ship, to the kitchen. Sitting at the table was a covered plate, surrounded by dimly lit candles. Two glasses of your favorite drink were filled and waiting.
“Come, sit,” he instructed.
You sat at the table, Sanji pulling the chair out for you. He sat across from you and lifted the cover to reveal your favorite dessert.
“Sanji, what—”
“Please,” he interrupted. “Let me talk.” He handed you a spoon and gestured to the plate. You tentatively took a bite and sighed as it melted perfectly in your mouth.
He took a deep breath and finally began to speak. “I… messed up. A lot. I spent so much time loving women as a whole, I never stopped to consider what it’d be like to love one woman. Really love her.” He looked down at his hands and sighed.
“I spent all this time flirting with you, but also flirting with Nami, Robin, really any beautiful woman I saw. So when I asked you out for real, you didn’t even believe me. Just laughed it off like always…” he continued.
“Sanji, I’m sorry, I—”
“No, it’s ok,” he cut you off again. “I deserved it.”
You put down your spoon and reached across the table to grab his hand.
“I really do think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, and I want to prove it to you, and show you how sincere I am. Please, will you go out with me and give me this chance?” He pleaded, eyes gazing longingly into yours.
You were stunned, unable to speak as you processed what he said. He sounded so sincere, but you were uncertain. “Show me,” you finally decided. “Show me that you mean it.”
“Of course, mon amore, anything for you. Just tell me what I have to do.” He replied.
“One week. One week of being better, and I’ll go out with you. You can plan a date on the next island.” You explained.
The next week was largely uneventful. Your crew sailed the open sea, heading towards the next island, without much issue. Sanji, however, was quite different. He still brought tea to Robin, still made Nami snack plates, still laughed and smiled with them. But it was different. No flirting. No over the top eccentrics or heart eyes. Just friendship.
The rest of the crew noticed it, too. When he brought Robin her usual tea, she probed him for answers. “Are you ok? You’re acting quite different lately.”
He blushed deeply. Not sure how to answer, he scanned the deck to see if you were around. He didn’t want to open up about everything without your approval. “I’m fine,” he finally answered. “Just trying to tone down the theatrics.”
“Oh really?” Robin teased, giving him a knowing look as she sipped her tea. “Anyone special that could be the reason?”
“N-no, what makes you say that?” He was flustered now.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” she reassured, gesturing to you as you walked out onto the deck.
“Thanks, Robin.” He said.
“Anytime,” she replied.
When you docked at the next island, Sanji insisted you go with him to resupply the food. The two of you walked closer together, hands brushing as you walked, but never quite holding. He led you to a small cafe that smelled deliciously like coffee and fresh baked bread.
“I thought we could spend some time together and have a latte? I heard their cinnamon rolls are wonderful,” Sanji said softly.
“I’d love that,” you smiled.
The two of you enjoyed your coffee and a selection of sweet treats. When the flirtatious waitress came by, hand brushing Sanji’s to grab an empty plate, he just smiled at her and thanked her for the service. Then, he turned his attention back to you, hands resting on his chin, eyes full of adoration as you continued a story.
“Yes,” you told Sanji.
“Yes what, mon amore?” He asked.
“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” You answered.
“Are you quite sure?” He asked cautiously.
You nodded in response, a blush creeping up both of your faces. He reached across the table to take your hand and kiss it gently. “I promise, my love, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you my devotion.”
And he meant it.
Zoro:
When you joined the Strawhat Pirates, everyone was so welcoming. Everyone except Zoro, that is. The first time he saw you, he had a weird expression on his face, and he spent every day after that avoiding you. Any time he saw you, he got that same weird look, and his face heated up. He wouldn’t look you in the eye at meal times, and spent the entire time trying to avoid conversation with you. You assumed that was just his personality, until you heard him laughing with the rest of the crew when you were not around.
“Does he just hate me?” You cried to Nami one day. “I thought it was just that I was new, or maybe it was just his personality, but now I don’t know what it is!”
“Why don’t you just ask him?” She questioned.
“He won’t even look at me! When am I supposed to do that?” You whined.
“When he’s training, in the crows nest. He can’t run away then, and it’ll be private enough.” She suggested.
Later that evening, when he was up there training, you went in and decided to finally confront him. If he really hated you, fine, but you deserved to know why.
Hey, Zoro, can we talk?” You asked boldly.
“Hm” was all he managed to say. Undeterred, you took that as a yes and kept going.
“Why do you hate me so much?” You demanded.
He balked for a moment before regaining his composure. “I don’t hate you,” he answered.
“Then what is it? You won’t talk to me, you won’t even look at me! Clearly I did something wrong, except, I don’t even know what it is.” You felt tears threatening to spill down your cheeks as you let it all out.
“Look, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Zoro explained.
“Then what?” You cried.
“I just…” he looked down at his hands and shifted uncomfortably. “The first time I saw you, I felt weird. My chest got tight and my face heated up. I didn’t know what to make of it so I thought it was better to avoid you.”
You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Did he really have a crush on you?
“Why didn’t you just talk to me about it?” You asked.
“Fuck, I don’t know,” Zoro groaned. “Every time I looked at you I felt… something. And I’m not good with feelings.”
“Well good with feelings or not, you didn’t have to avoid me like the plague,” you argued.
“I know. I’m… sorry. For making you feel this way,” he apologized.
A long silence stretched between the two of you. You weren’t sure what to feel. You thought you had feelings for Zoro, but those quickly got pushed aside when he began to ignore you and treat you like you were diseased. Now that you knew how he really felt, how could you proceed?
Before you could say anything, a sea king launched a surprise attack on the ship, interrupting your moment. Zoro sprang into action, and along with the rest of the crew, knocked it out. You took this opportunity to slip away to have some time to think.
“Hey,” Zoro had found you sitting in the library, curled up with a book you pretended to read.
“Hm” you responded, mimicking his response from earlier.
“Can we start over? So I can get to know you properly.” He asked.
“Depends,” you mused. “Still think I’m diseased?”
“I never thought that,” he protested. “I just… want to make things right, while I navigate these… feelings… properly.”
“Ok, Zoro, on one condition,” you said.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“You have to take me on a date,” you answered.
“No way!” He argued. “That’s not what I meant.”
“You sure about that?” You teased.
He groaned. He had to admit you may be right. Maybe he did have feelings for you after all. It was worth a shot at least, right?
“Ok, fine, woman. One date,” he agreed reluctantly.
“Great!” You beamed. You may have had to do some of the work, but Zoro would get there. You just needed to cure his emotional constipation. You were no doctor but you felt confident you could try.
Summary: my take on different OP men and if they prefer ass, tits, or both. I tried to include as many as I could. Some will have explanations, others not. (Yes I know this has been done before, boo)
Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Low effort post but here ya go. This is just my opinion, it’s totally fine if you disagree!
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Zoro: ass, he’d love to smack it during sexy time
Sanji: tits, he’d love to rest his head on them
Luffy: tits, he’d love to knead them in his hands
Ace: ass, idk why just feels correct
Law: tits
Kid: ass, he strikes me (pun intended) as the type to love spanking
Sabo: ass, he’d enjoy grabbing it
Marco: tits
Shanks: both, he appreciates all of his partner
Franky: both, the man is an equal opportunist
Usopp: ass
Brook: ass. The man is obsessed with panties, need I say more?
Summary: You decide to mess with Zoro by hiding his swords during his nap. You quickly learn what a bad idea that is, and he punishes you accordingly.
Warnings: 18+ smut. MDNI. Enemies to lovers vibes, spanking, sexual tension, he calls you a brat, p in v, orgasm, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kiddos)
WC: idk I’m on mobile again
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From day one aboard the Thousand Sunny, it felt like Zoro had it out for you. Always snippy and rude, and calling you out on every little mistake. You didn’t let it bother you though. As much as you could take it, you could dish it out equally as well. The two of you started a rivalry not unlike his own rivalry with the cook. But his rivalry with you was different. He was meaner. Colder. You never could see why, instead choosing to tease and fight right back. Today he had been extra on your nerves and you’d had enough. So you decided to take it to the next level and hide his swords during his nap. It’s a wonder he didn’t wake up to you moving them, but all he did was shift around before resuming his snores. Once they were securely in place under your bed, you sat on the deck with Robin to chat, and wait.
It was only a few minutes later when you heard him. “Who the fuck took my swords?!” he bellowed. He sounded really pissed off, and for a moment you had regret. You didn’t really know the history behind his swords, just that they were important to him. Still, it couldn’t be that bad, could it?
“You didn’t move his swords, did you?” Robin asked in alarm.
“Um, maybe…?” You answered. “Is that bad?”
“Very,” Robin cautioned. “Those swords mean everything to him. Especially his Wado Ichimonji.”
“Oh…” you said in realization.
Just then Zoro stormed up to where the two of you were sitting. “You!” He snapped, glaring at you. “I know you did it, brat. So give them back before I kill you where you sit.”
You really thought about doubling down, but he seemed serious about that threat, so you reluctantly got up and led him to your cabin.
“I might just kill you anyway, for having the nerve,” Zoro muttered under his breath.
You quickly entered your cabin and grabbed his swords from under the bed. He snatched them out of your hand before you could hand them over. “Geez dude, calm down, they’re fine,” you told him.
“They better be,” he snapped. “Or else.”
“Or else what?” You teased, taking a step closer to him.
“You don’t want to know,” he retorted, and that was all it took for him to close the gap between you two and capture your mouth with his.
His kiss was hot and heavy, and it said the words that had been hanging in the air for months. You hungrily reciprocated, letting your own kiss do the talking. When you finally pulled away, you could see the flush on Zoros cheeks and lips, and you were sure he could see the same on you. “I think I need to give you some proper discipline.”
Before you could register what he said he pulled you to the bed and sat down. Then he grabbed you roughly and bent you over his lap, your ass sticking up in the air. He rubbed over it gently before giving a light tap over your clothes.
“You’re really gonna spank me, Zoro?” You laughed. He quickly shut you up by pulling your pants and underwear down in one swift motion.
“Damn right I am, brats like you need to be taught a lesson,” he smirked. “Don’t think I’m gonna let you off the hook that easy.”
His hands found your ass once again, roughly massaging the flesh before coming down in a hard smack. You yelped at the sting, and his hands massaged again. “The question is,” he pondered, “how many should I give you?” Smack! “10?” Smack! “20?” Smack!
“Z-Zoro, please!” You whined. “I’m sorry!”
“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it, brat,” Zoro chided. He continued landing hard blows to your bottom, pausing to rub the reddening skin before going back to spanking you.
You knew fighting it was pointless, so you just took it, whimpering and moaning after each one. Despite how humiliating this was, and despite how much it stung, you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. You hoped he wouldn’t notice and you could relieve yourself later, but of course he knew almost immediately.
“You getting turned on by this?” He asked in surprise.
“N-no,” you lied.
Smack! “Don’t you fucking lie to me,” he snapped.
“Fine, maybe I am getting a little turned on,” you mumbled.
He brought his hand down again, harder this time, and he let a small groan leave his lips. You could feel how he was getting turned on, too. “I think it’s time for your second lesson,” Zoro said calmly.
“Second lesson?” You asked.
“Yeah, first lesson was don’t steal my shit,” he explained. “Second lesson is gonna be how to take my cock juuuuust right.”
Your face flushed as he said that, and you felt yourself clenching around nothing in anticipation. He lifted you up off of him, and tossed you onto the bed. “Face down, ass up,” he commanded.
You moved into position, and heard a zip sound as Zoro removed his pants. The bed creaked as he got behind you, and you shivered, awaiting his next move. His hands smoothed over your ass before spreading it, and you felt the fat tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. With a low grunt, he pushed himself in, not stopping until he bottomed out inside you. The stretch was intense, and it took your breath away. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” Zoro panted. “Wasn’t sure if I could get it all the way in.” He gave a few shallow thrusts, gauging your reaction carefully.
“Z-Zoro, I—” you could barely get any words out, instead letting a loud moan fall from your lips as he pushed himself in deeper.
“You don’t need to say anything, just take it like a good little brat,” he groaned.
As you relaxed more, his thrusts got heavier, and he started slamming into you at a brutal pace. He lifted one hand to smack your ass, enjoying the way you clenched around him as he did. With how worked up you already were, you knew it was only a matter of time before you finished.
“I’m close, Zo,” you whined.
“It’s ok,” he reassured. “Let go for me.”
That was all it took to have you coming undone under him, your walls clenching him tightly as you moaned out your release. He came soon after, a strangled groan leaving his lips as he spilled his warm seed deep inside you. He stilled for a moment, breathing heavily over you, before finally pulling out. You both collapsed onto the bed.
“Did I pass?” You asked him.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “You passed.” He pulled you into his arms and nestled your head in the crook of his neck. You closed your eyes and felt yourself drifting off.
“I should tease you more often,” you murmured.
“Careful what you wish for,” he murmured back.
You wanted to reply, but you were out cold before you could.
First time writing for Ace, let’s see how it goes. Angsty smut with Zoro coming next!
Summary: You are the girlfriend of the infamous Fire Fist Ace. While he’s away on a mission, a new recruit shows up and decides to try and claim you as his. When Ace gets back, he realizes this new guy needs to be taught a lesson.
Warnings: established relationship, reader is a member of the whitebeard pirates, reader is stalked, new recruit is a creep, idk what else
WC: NA
You were enjoying a quiet day aboard the Moby Dick, waiting for your boyfriend Ace to return from his mission, when Pops called out to you. “Come over here for a moment, I’ve got someone I want you to meet!”
You approached, and saw an unfamiliar man with dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. He smiled at you warmly, and extended a hand to shake. “I’m Nolan, the newest recruit! I’ll be under Ace’s division, from what I’m told.”
Pops went on to explain that Nolan had just joined their crew, and as Ace was away on mission, he thought you’d be a good fit to give the new guy a tour of the ship.
“I’d love to!” You responded, and off you went. You showed him where everything was, the cabins, mess hall, kitchen, infirmary, and various storage rooms. As you made your way back to the main deck, you bumped into Marco, your commander. “Hey Marco, meet our new recruit, Nolan!”
“Hey there,” Marco greeted. “You settling in okay? I imagine there’s a lot to take in.”
“It’s a lot, for sure, but having a beautiful tour guide helps,” Nolan responded, giving you a light nudge with his elbow.
You thought nothing of him calling you beautiful, perhaps he was just being nice, but Marco shot you a confused look. You only shrugged in response, before asking if he still needed help with some organizing in the infirmary.
“Sure, I’d love some help,” he said. “If we get started on it now, it shouldn’t take us long.”
Nolan shifted uncomfortably before speaking up. “Actually, I was hoping we could go back to the kitchen. I’m starving.”
“That’s okay,” you said. “You can head to the kitchen instead. I already ate, so I’m not really hungry.” You waved goodbye and headed off with Marco. Nolan stood in silence for a while, a mix of emotions bubbling up, before he made his way to the kitchen.
After you helped Marco, you went back to the main deck to do some training. While you were training, you couldn’t shake this feeling that eyes were on you. Yet every time you looked around, nobody was watching you. You brushed it off and continued on about your day, doing your usual chores and relaxation. At the end of the night, you said your farewells and headed off to bed. But as you approached the door to the cabin you shared with Ace, you saw Nolan leaning against it.
“There you are! Been looking for you,” he greeted. “I had a lot of fun with you today.”
“Oh, uh, glad you had a good first day. But why were you looking for me?” You questioned.
He took a step closer to you, and brought his hand up to rub your arm, then caressed your cheek. You flinched back, but he kept his hand on your face. “Just missed you is all,” he sighed. “God you’re so cute.”
You slapped his arm away, taking a big step back. “Look, I’m sorry if I gave off the wrong impression, but I’m not interested in you like that,” you corrected. “And besides, I’m dating your commander, Ace.”
He looked startled at that, but quickly composed himself. “What’s so great about this Ace guy, anyway?” He scoffed. “He’s not even here, so why don’t you let me show you what a real man can do?”
Before you could say anything you heard footsteps coming in behind you, and a welcome voice spoke out. “Just what did you have in mind, huh?” It was Ace, back from his mission a couple days early.
“Ace!” You squealed, and jumped into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you protectively, and then proceeded to glare at Nolan.
“I heard from Marco that you seem to have taken a liking to my girl,” Ace said accusingly. “She declined your advances so back off! This is your only warning.” Ace was always warm, but now he was burning with an intensity you had never seen before. His gaze was unwavering as his arms tightened around you.
“I… uh…” Nolan was stammering and at a loss for words. “I had no idea! I swear! She was so nice and I, uh, thought she was into me. Really!”
Ace laughed. “A likely story. Since I’m your commander, and since you tried to take advantage of a crewmate, my girlfriend no less, I’m going to teach you a lesson and see to it that you never step foot on this ship again.”
“W-wait! You can’t do this to me!” Nolan protested.
“Ha! I’m the 2nd division commander, with the support of the 1st division commander. You’re toast, kid.”
Nolan didn’t like the sound of that, and against his better judgement he lunged at Ace, arms outstretched to try and grab him. Ace dodged the attack with ease, and pushed you behind him. Before Nolan could go in for another lunge, Ace grabbed him by his throat and shoved him up against the wall. His grip crushing, Nolan gasped for a breath. Ace raised his other hand, producing a brilliant flame, and he would have ended Nolan’s life with it, if it weren’t for Marco showing up to stop him.
“Ace, put him down!” Marco yelled. “Don’t let your emotions get the best of you!”
“He was going to hurt her!” Ace seethed. “I can’t let him get away with this.”
“We won’t, but let’s take him to Pops. Don’t be rash,” Marco insisted.
Reluctantly, Ace dropped his arms, Nolan crumpling to the ground as he sucked in a big breath. “Here, you take him,” Ace growled, nudging him towards Marco.
Marco sighed and heaved Nolan up onto his feet. “C’mon, we’ll let Pops handle you.”
Ace approached you and carefully pulled you back into his arms. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
“N-no, I’m okay. Just a little freaked out.” You said. “Though I think he’s been following me all day, watching from the shadows.”
“I’m so sorry,” Ace said. “I wish I could have been here to protect you.”
“You did protect me, Ace,” you reassured. The two of you stayed locked in a tight embrace for what felt like an eternity. What snapped you out of it was a commotion from the main deck. Pops could be heard yelling, though his exact words were hard to make out. “Sounds like Pops is the one handing out that lesson,” you laughed.
“Yeah,” Ace agreed. “Wanna go check it out?”
“Nah, I’m pretty worn out. Can we just cuddle instead?” You asked.
“Of course,” Ace answered. “I’ve missed that.”
The two of you wordlessly entered your shared cabin and collapsed onto the bed. You buried your head into the crook of his neck and smiled, breathing in his familiar scent.
“I love you,” Ace whispered.
“I love you too,” you whispered back.
The commotion outside carried on, but the two of you paid no mind as you drifted off to sleep.
Summary: just a lil drabble about Zoro holding your hand in public
Zoro doesn’t strike me as the type to do big, grand displays of affection like Sanji might. He shows his love in other, quieter ways. He might reluctantly hold your hand in public, though he’d still think it’s stupid, until Sanji sees him doing it and gets upset and emotional about it. Then Zoro makes it his mission to hold your hand or give you a lil kiss, just to piss off Sanji.
I think over time he’d get used to it and start to appreciate and enjoy it more, but he’d still get a kick out of Sanjis reaction lol.
