Summary: Set after leaving Punk Hazard and on the way to Dressrosa, you canât accept Trafalgar Law, a guest on your ship, sleeping on the deck any longer. In the darkness of your room, you get a glimpse of the softness he tries so much to hide.
Notes: My first ever Trafalgar Law fic, pretty nervous to post it as Iâm still getting used to writing his personality. This is just fluff with a slight hurt/comfort twist, and a brief mention of nightmares. Any interaction is happily welcome!!
Life aboard the Thousand Sunny had started sounding different after leaving Punk Hazard. The annoying laugh of the cruel scientist named Caesar Clown sounded in the air from time to time. That, or his whining when Sanji or Zoro kicked him in the nose. But that wasnât what caused the shift in your days. It was the presence of another peculiar character on the ship. The warlord Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death, who sealed an alliance with your captain a few days ago. He was quiet, kept to himself most of the time, but you felt how his eyes looked at the crew with a feeling of nervousness. You wondered what it was. You knew he was a captain, maybe he missed his crew? Or perhaps he was still shaken by what happened on the island, or he was anxious thinking about the plan for Dressrosa. Whatever it was, you made sure to quietly take care of him the best you could. It was in your nature. He was a guest on the ship, and he seemed like a good person, despite how he tried to appear. You would be lying to yourself by saying you hadnât developed a soft spot for Law. You tried not to make it obvious, but you knew he noticed when you brought him a thicker blanket after seeing him shiver when the Sunny was still close to Punk Hazard and all the other little gestures. It was your way of looking after him. And Trafalgar Law didnât want anyone to look after him.
âââ
After the first two nights of watching Law sleep on the deck, you couldnât take it anymore. It was making your heart ache, you wanted him to have a warm place to sleep and recover after what happened. You walked up to him, pace gentle, and you were a little sad to see him awake. It was well past midnight, so that was your confirmation that he wasnât sleeping well out on the deck.
Law looked up, immediately hearing your steps, golden eyes piercing yours.
âShouldnât you be asleep, Y/N-ya?â
He spoke. You noted that he was always soft spoken.
âSo should you, ToraoâŚâ
âDonât call me that too⌠I already hate it when Strawhat-ya doesâ - He shook his head softly - âAnd it is none of your concern when I sleepâ
You werenât going to back down so easily, no matter how untouchable he wanted to appear.
âIt is, actually⌠you are on my ship and we are allies. I donât want anyone to be uncomfortable under my careâŚâ
You spoke softly, and you saw him tense a little.
âWe are merely allies for a strategic plan⌠it is not required that you care about me in any wayâ
âI knowâ - you spoke, no hesitation in your tone - âtoo bad that I like you, Toraoâ
Lawâs eyes widened, taken aback. He cleared his throat, making sure his voice wasnât embarrassingly chocked up.
âY-you what?â
âI like you⌠you helped us, I saw it. Iâve always been good at reading people. You wanna act like youâre this cold guy with your reputation as the one who brought the hearts of one hundred pirates to the government, but I saw you help everyone who was injured at Punk Hazard. I saw you heal the drugged kids. And I remember you used your Shambles to save me from that hitâ
âI-Iâm a doctor, itâs my jobâ
âYouâre a good person, Torao. I saw itâ
His eyes softened into something vulnerable, fragile.
âYou are mistaken, Y/N-yaâ
He whispered. For the first time he didnât seem so nonchalant.
âI donât think soâ - you smiled - âbut well, if I happen to be mistaken then Iâll take responsibility for whatever happensâ
Law looked like a deer in headlights, frozen in place, and your heart broke at how surprised he was by just a little kindness.
âSo, will you admit that sleeping here is uncomfortable as hell?â You smiled softly, holding out a hand to him. Law accepted, albeit reluctantly, and let you pull him to his feet.
âIt may not be optimalâŚâ - He shrugged shyly - âBut I am not gonna complain-â
âI knowâŚâ - You gently tugged him along - âBut I am. You will sleep in my room tonight, okay?â You smiled.
Law stiffened, stopping in his tracks. Only then he became painfully aware that he was still holding your hand.
âW-what?â
His voice sounded chocked up, a pink hue dusting his cheeks. You chose not to comment on it for his wellbeing.
âYou heard me⌠I have the biggest bunk because Iâm the only one in the room, so Iâm the only one who can welcome guestsâ
You explained softly.
âY/N-yaâŚâ
âYou donât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with, but I really want you to sleep well and be cared for as long as youâre with meâ
It slipped out. With me. You knew he noticed, so you didnât try to re-word it to save some dignity. You just accepted it.
âI-IâŚâ - You saw him shake his head, trying to compose himself - âOkayâŚâ
âOkay?â You smiled brightly.
âOkay⌠donât make it weirdâŚâ
Law muttered, his cheeks still pink. You laughed out loud at that, happily leading him to your room. He didnât like how his heart skipped a beat at your laugh.
âââ
Your room was warm. Law hadnât realized how cold he had been on the deck, the shivers deep in his bones from the snow on Punk Hazard.
âOnly a few more nights of sailing and the temperature should be warmer⌠weâre finally leaving that place behindâ
You broke the silence, trying to make the situation less awkward as possible.
âYou should ask Zoro or Sanji for a lighter shirt tomorrow⌠youâll suffocate if you sleep in that sweaterâŚâ
âIâll be okayâŚâ
Law muttered. He was standing in the middle of the room, and for the first time he looked like he didnât know what to do with himself. His hand was still holding yours, but it had probably not registered in his mind.
âCome on, letâs sit downâŚâ
You decided to take the first step and tugged him along until he was sat on the bed. He sat down stiffly, instinctively positioning on the edge of the bed and curling up on himself to give you as much space as he could.
âTorao⌠donât do thatâŚâ - You spoke soflty - âI invited you hereâŚYouâre allowed to take up space, I donât mindâ
Those words for some reason hit closer than Law had expected, and his heart did an annoying flip in his chest. He never wanted to take much space in his life, and even if you were referring to the bed, it felt like you were trying to soothe a deeper insecurity. He hesitantly made himself comfortable, though his heart was still racing in his chest.
On the other hand, you looked more comfortable than him as you laid down on the other side of the bed.
Time passed by, both of you were still awake. You had expected that it would have taken him a bit for him to relax, but you werenât expecting him to talk.
âI donât sleep wellâŚâ
He muttered, barely above a whisper
âSorry?â
âI donât sleep well. Nightmaresâ
He added softly, his cheeks returning to the pinkish shade of earlier.
âHeyâŚâ You couldnât help but coo, your heart aching for the poor man.
âNo⌠no need to pity me or- or comfort me⌠I just needed to warn you since weâll be sharing the room. Youâre free to kick me back out on the deck nowâ
Your eyes softened, and you shifted so you could look at him. He wasnât meeting your eyes.
âLuffy had nightmares almost every night after Marineford, he slept with me until he felt safe enough to go back to his bunkâŚâ - you began softly - âAnd same thing happened to the others⌠they come here, usually⌠say I know how to deal with it, or that I chase the nightmares awayâ
Law looked at you then and saw you smiling fondly as you thought of your friends. His whole posture was softening, starting to really feel safe in your presence.
âJust saying that I would never kick you out, especially not for something you canât controlâŚâ
His eyes softened then he nodded, taking a deep breath.
A few more minutes passed. You checked to see if Law was still awake before speaking again.
âSo⌠why Dressrosa?â
âI told you, didnât I?â
He turned to look at you.
âYes, but I want the real reasonâ
His eyes widened for a moment. Law didnât like people reading him so easily. And the fact that he was about to tell you the truth, that he hated even more.
âDoflamingo. He hurt meâ
He didnât go into the details. That was a heavier conversation for when his heart wasnât beating out of his chest. But still it was a lot, too much if you asked him. More than he had told anyone in years.
âThen heâll payâŚâ
Your voice came out soft and determined, and in that moment Law realized that sometimes you sounded just like Luffy.
âThatâs⌠enough for you?â
He asked in a shaky voice, his eyes looking for something in yours he couldnât even name.
Understanding? Care?
âWhat more would I need? I do not know who this guy is, but no one gets away with hurting my friendsâŚâ
You smiled gently.
âW-We are not friends, Y/N-yaâ
He stuttered unconvincingly, looking everywhere but at you. His cheeks were flushed again.
âOkay, okay⌠allies, thenâŚâ
You winked knowingly before blowing out the candle and putting him out of his misery. You settled in the bed, Law only an outline in the darkness next to you.
âY/N-ya?â
His soft voice calls out in the darkness.
âYes, Law?â
You called him Law, not Torao. Why did he notice that? Why did that make his heart skip a beat again? You heard his breath hitch in the darkness.
âThank youâ
His voice was finally starting to sound sleepy. Your heart melted, and Law could imagine your smile even if he couldnât see you. You reached out in the darkness, your hand finding his by accident, but still giving it a gentle squeeze. A silent answer to his âthank youâ.
A beat passed. Then another. Law wasnât letting go of your hand for the third time that night. You turned your focus to his breath. It was calm, relaxed. It didnât sound nervous anymore. Trafalgar Law had fallen asleep, and you didnât have it in you to let his hand go.
âââ
Morning crept in the following day casting a soft hue of light on your face. You woke up to Law sitting up as he watched you. He looked rested, like he had slept well. You hadnât been woken up by him thrashing around or screaming during the night and that filled you with hope.
âMorning, Toraoâ
You smiled sleepily up at him.
âMorning, Y/N-yaâ
He answered in his usual soft voice. He seemed to have regained his composure.
âYour crew was right⌠You seem to keep the nightmares awayâŚâ
He whispered, absentmindedly tracing the shape of his hand tattoo with his finger. He looked genuinely surprised.
âIâm happy to help⌠so, same time tonight?â
Law blushed, looking away.
âReally?â
âOf course⌠I wasnât going to throw you out after a one night thingâ
You winked, nudging his shoulder playfully.
âShut upâŚâ
Law tried his best to conceal his little laugh, but it was still evident in his voice.
âWho knows⌠we could end up being good friendsâŚâ
âAl-â
âAllies, I knowâŚâ - You smiled brightly at him - âNow come on, Sanji made breakfastâŚâ
Law watched you get up happily and rush to the kitchen. Yes, this was the beginning of something, and whatever it was, it terrified him.
you two acts like a loving couple all the time, so what happens when someone points it out?
gn!reader
characters: zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo
(luffy, kidd, katakuri, shanks and mihawk)
words count: around 0.8k - 1.3k each
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
ââ .⌠Zoro:
You do a lot of things for Zoro without thinking.
You wake him up when itâs time to eat. You stop him from training too much. You make sure he doesnât get lost whenever the crew visits a new island.
Itâs normal for you. Someone has to do it.
But one day, the others start teasing you about it.
It happens at lunch. You are eating with the crew when Usopp laughs and nudges your arm.
âHey, arenât you gonna get your boyfriend?â
You blink. âWhat?â
Sanji, cleaning his hands with a towel, nods toward the deck âThat moss-brained idiot. You always bring him to meals. Itâs like a little routine between you two now. Like a coupleâŚâ
âWeâre notââ You nearly choke on your drink âWeâre not a couple!â
Usopp grins âThen why do you always take so much care of him?â
âBecause heâs stupid and forgets to eat!â you say, standing up âIâll go get him, but not because of whatever weird ideas you guys have.â
You walk away while they laugh behind you.
You find Zoro exactly where you expect, napping against the shipâs railing, his swords next to him.
You roll your eyes and shake his shoulder âOi, wake up. Lunch is ready.â
Nothing.
You shake him harder âZoro. If you donât get up, Iâll eat your food.â
He grumbles and waves his hand, like heâs trying to swat away a fly.
Sighing, you do what you always do. You grab his wrist and pull him up with both hands. He lets you. He always does, like itâs natural.
Zoro blinks at you, still half-asleep âHuh. You again.â
âYeah, me again,â you say âCome eat before Sanji âforgetsâ to save you anything.â
Youâre still holding his wrist, making sure he doesnât fall back asleep. Thatâs when you notice Nami and Robin watching from across the deck, smiling.
âWhat?â you ask, feeling awkward.
Nami smirks âYou two are cute.â
Your face heats up âWeâre notâheâs notâweâre not together!â
Robin chuckles âYou do take care of him a lot.â
Zoro frowns, confused âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âNothing,â you mutterl âCome eat.â
You let go of his wrist too fast and walk away, ignoring the warm feeling in your chest.
You think itâs over, but now you notice things.
Zoro always sits next to you at meals, even when there are other seats. You always save food for him without realizing. And during fights, he always protects you first, like itâs a habit.
And, worst of all, people keep pointing it out.
ây/n,â Chopper asks one day, tilting his head âAre you and Zoro dating?â
You almost trip âWhat?! No!â
âOh...â He looks confused âBut you act like itâ
You groan âNot you tooâ
After that, you canât stop thinking about it.
The next time you wake Zoro up, your fingers stay on his wrist a second too long. The next time he pulls you behind him in a fight, your heart beats faster.
And then one evening, when you catch him watching you with a thoughtful look, you realize you might be in trouble.
That night, Zoro speaks first.
âOiâ
You look up from your seat on the deck âWhat?â
He leans against the railing, arms crossed âDoes it bother you?â
You frown âDoes what bother me?â
âWhat people are sayingâ His eyes stay on you âAbout us.â
You swallow âWhy? Does it bother you?â
He doesnât answer right away âNoâ his voice is quieter than usual.
Your stomach flips and you look at the ocean âI mean⌠itâs just dumb teasing, right?â
Zoro doesnât reply. Instead, he watches you for a long time. Then, finally, he smirks.
âDoesnât really matter what they sayâ he says, voice calm but sure âIâd still stick with you either way.â
Your breath catches and suddenly, your heart wonât let you ignore this anymore.
For the next days you try to brush off what the crew said.
You really do, but itâs impossible to ignore when Zoro keeps acting the same way.
Like when youâre on lookout duty together, and he hands you his jacket without a word.
Or when you spar with him, and he pulls his hits just enough so you donât get hurt.
Or when you fall asleep on the Sunnyâs deck, and you wake up covered with a blanket, one you know you didnât grab.
And every time it happens, you catch the crew watching. Smirking.
Itâs driving you insane.
One afternoon, you finally decide to do something about it.
You find Zoro by the training room, lifting weights. His shirt is half undone, sweat glistening on his skin, but you shove that thought aside.
You cross your arms âHey, Zoro.â
He grunts in acknowledgment, not stopping his reps.
You hesitate ââŚWhy do you treat me differently?â
He finally sets the weight down, wiping his face with a towel âWhat?â
âYou heard me...â You shift uncomfortably âYou do things for me that you donât do for anyone else.â
Zoro leans back against the wall, looking at you like you just asked a stupid question âSo?â
âSo?â You huff âThat means something, doesnât it?â
He shrugs âI guess.â
You blink âThatâs it? You guess?â
Zoro sighs, scratching his head âLook, I donât really think about it. I justââ He pauses, then shrugs again âI want to.â
Your heart skips a beat ââŚWhat?â
âI want to do those things for you,â he says simply âitâs not a big dealâ
You stare at him âNot a... Zoro, are you serious?â
He frowns âWhat, you donât like it?â
âThatâs not the point!â Your face feels hot âYou donât do this for Nami or Robin or anyone else!â
Zoro looks at you, unimpressed âYeah. Because itâs you.â
You freeze.
The way he says it, so blunt, so obvious, it makes your stomach flip.
He isnât flustered. He isnât overthinking it. Heâs just stating a fact.
ââŚOh.â
Zoro crosses his arms, watching you carefully âIs that a problem?â
You swallow âNo. Itâs justâŚâ
Itâs everything. Itâs him always being there, always looking out for you, always treating you like someone important.
Itâs a realization you should have had ages ago.
You let out a breathless laugh âIâm an idiot.â
Zoro raises an eyebrow âWell, yeah.â
You smack his arm. He smirks.
But when your hand lingers just a little too long, he doesnât pull away.
And suddenly, you both understand... this isnât just a habit.
It never was.
Ever since that conversation in the training room, things between you and Zoro have⌠shifted, but not in a bad way.
He still trains for hours. Still naps in random spots. Still bickers with Sanji.
But now, when you sit beside him, his arm naturally rests along the back of your chair.
Now, when you fight, he doesnât just watch your back, he makes sure youâre never out of reach.
Now, when you look at him for a second too long, he looks right back.
Like heâs waiting.
Like heâs giving you the choice.
One evening, you find him on the Sunnyâs deck, looking out at the ocean.
ââŚCanât sleep?â he asks.
You shake your head, stepping closer âThinking too much.â
Zoro smirks âDangerous habit...â
You huff a laugh but donât argue.
Instead, you stand beside him, silent for a moment before you finally ask...
âDo you regret telling me?â
Zoro frowns âTelling you what?â
âThat you⌠actually treat me differently. That you want to.â
His jaw tightens slightly âNo.â
Your heart does something strange âGood.â
You donât give yourself time to hesitate.
Before doubt can creep in, you grab him and pull him down.
Zoro freezes.
For half a second, he doesnât move. Doesnât even breathe.
Then a quiet growl rumbles from his chest, and his hand cups the back of your neck as he kisses you back.
Itâs firm. Solid. Like heâs been holding back for too long and refuses to anymore.
When you finally break apart, Zoro leans his forehead against yours, exhaling through his nose.
ââŚFinallyâ he mutters.
You grin âYou were waiting for me?â
âWasnât gonna rush youâ His fingers brush your jaw âYou get there when you get there.â
You hum, leaning into him âAnd now?â
Zoro smirks âNow, youâre stuck with me.â
You kiss him again, just to make sure he knows you wouldnât want it any other way.
ââ .âŚÂ Sanji:
Sanji has always been a flirt. Thatâs just how he is.
He calls Nami and Robin âmy loveâ and âmy dearâ. He spins around the kitchen whenever they compliment him. He offers to carry their bags when the crew goes shopping.
But when it comes to you, itâs different.
It starts when the crew is eating dinner together.
âSanji, can you pass the salt?â you ask.
Instead of handing you the salt shaker, Sanji grabs it, twists off the lid, and sprinkles just the right amount onto your plate.
You blink âUh. Thanks?â
âOf course, my dearâ he says smoothly. Then, as if nothing happened, he turns back to his own plate.
You think nothing of it... until you notice the way the others are watching.
Usopp raises an eyebrow âDid he just season your food for you?â
âYeah?â You shrug âWhat's new about it? He's a chef and heâs just being nice.â
Luffy grins âHe doesnât do that for anyone else.â
âThatâs not true,â you argue âSanji treats everyone like this.â
Nami hums âNot exactly like this. If we wanted more salt he would start a lecture about how it would ruin his masterpiece.â
Before you can ask what she means, Sanji stands up to grab dessert. He places a plate in front of you first. Itâs your favorite.
The crew stares.
You stare too âSanjiâŚâ
He smiles âWhat? I made extra for you.â
Usopp coughs âYeah. Okay. Totally normal.â
Robin chuckles behind her hand.
You shake your head and go back to eating. Itâs nothing. Sanji is just being Sanji.
âŚRight?
But then, you start noticing other things.
When youâre cold, Sanji drapes his jacket over your shoulders without you asking.
When you need something from a high shelf, Sanji wordlessly reaches up and hands it to you.
When youâre about to trip, his hand is always there to steady you.
And every time, every single time, he does it so naturally that you donât even think about it.
Until one day, Franky whistles and says, âYou two sure act like a couple.â
You nearly drop the drink in your hands âWhat?!â
Sanji, who was stirring a pot at the stove, pauses.
Franky leans against the counter, grinning âYou two do all that coupley stuff. He gives you the best food, takes care of you, treats you differently from everyone elseââ
âThatâs not true,â you say quickly âSanjiâs like this with everyone.â
Franky snorts âNah. He does flirt with everyone. But this?â He gestures between you and Sanji âThis is different.â
You glance at Sanji. Heâs staring into the pot, silent.
Your face feels hot now âYou guys are reading too much into things.â
âSure we are...â Franky says, smirking. Then he leaves.
The kitchen is quiet now. You swallow and turn to Sanji.
ââŚIs it true?â
He looks at you. His usual confident smile is gone. Instead, thereâs something softer in his eyes.
âI donât knowâ he says âis it?â
Your heartbeat quickens.
Suddenly, every touch, every sweet gesture, it all feels different.
Maybe it wasnât just a habit.
Maybe it was something else all along.
After all this the teasing has only gotten worse.
Ever since Nami and Usopp pointed out how Sanji treats you, they will not let it go.
âHere comes Sanjiâs beloveeeed~â Usopp sings when you walk into the kitchen.
âI should start charging you for all the extra food Sanji makes only for youâ Nami smirks.
Even Luffy, who usually doesnât care about these things, grins at Sanji one afternoon and says âOi, cook, when are you gonna marry y/n?â
Sanji chokes on his cigarette so hard he has to brace himself on the counter.
You groan and drag a hand down your face.
But what really drives you insane?
Sanji never denies it.
He stutters, blushes, waves his hands, but he never says âThatâs not true.â
Because it is true.
And itâs starting to drive you crazy.
You try to ignore it. But then you start noticing things, even the smallest ones.
Sanji never lets you carry anything heavy.
He always pours you tea first, even before Nami and Robin.
He adjusts your chair at dinner like itâs second nature.
And the worst part? He doesnât even realize heâs doing it.
But you do.
And now, every time he gives you that lookâthe one thatâs soft, full of admiration, like you hung the damn sun in the skyâyour heart stumbles over itself.
This has to stop.
Or something has to change.
It happens one evening after dinner.
Youâre in the kitchen, helping Sanji clean up. He hums as he washes the dishes, sleeves rolled up, golden hair falling over his forehead.
You watch him for a second, then take a deep breath.
âSanji.â
He glances at you, smiling âYes, my love?â
You grip the counter âWhy do you act like weâre together?â
Sanji freezes.
The faucet keeps running. The kitchen is warm with the smell of spices. But Sanji is frozen.
Slowly, he turns his head toward you ââŚP-Pardon?â
You cross your arms âYou treat me differently. Even the crew notices. You never do this stuff for anyone else.â
Sanji swallows hard âIââ
âYou never deny it,â you press âand honestly? Iâm tired of waiting for you to finally say something.â
Sanji stares at you like youâve just flipped his entire world upside down.
His hands shake. His lips part like he wants to speak, but nothing comes out.
ââŚSanji.â Your voice softens âDo you want this to be real?â
A shuddering breath leaves him. He looks at you, eyes wide, vulnerable.
âMore than anything...â he whispers.
Your heartbeat stutters.
Thatâs it. Thatâs all you need to hear.
You step forward, grab the front of his shirt, and kiss him.
Sanji malfunctions.
His entire body locks up, like his brain has completely short-circuited.
For a solid two seconds, he does not move.
Then a noise escapes him, something between a whimper and a desperate sigh, and his hands come up to cup your face, pulling you closer.
The kiss is warm, overwhelming, but soft, like heâs afraid youâll disappear if he holds on too tight.
When you finally pull away, heâs redder than his own suit.
ââŚM-Mon amour,â he breathes, voice shaking âYou...you actually...â
You smirk âTook us long enough, cook.â
Sanji makes a strangled sound and immediately buries his face in your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around you.
Outside, the crew is losing their minds.
âTOLD YOU!â Usopp shouts.
âI WON THE BET!â Nami cheers.
âOi, Sanji, you alive in there?â Zoro snickers.
Sanji doesnât answer. Heâs too busy melting against you, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.
And honestly?
You think youâll let him.
ââ .⌠Law:
Law is not the kind of person who likes physical contact. He doesnât let most people touch him. He keeps his distance, always standing at the edge of conversations with his arms crossed. If someone bumps into him, they get a glare.
But for some reason, you are different.
It starts when Bepo hands you a coat one evening.
âHere,â he says, tail flicking âyou left this in the lounge.â
You blink at it. Itâs black, long, and definitely not yours.
âThis isnât mineâ you say, confused.
Bepo tilts his head âOh. But you always wear the captainâs coat, so I thought it was yours now...â
You freeze.
âWait. What?â
Shachi walks by and hears the conversation. He grins âYeah, you totally do. Every time youâre cold, you steal his coat.â
Penguin nods âAnd Law never complains.â
You open your mouth. Close it. Try to remember.
âŚOkay, maybe you have borrowed Lawâs coat a few times. But thatâs just because itâs warm! And because itâs there! And because...
Oh no.
Your stomach twists âI... I do not...â
âSure you donât...â Shachi teases âWhatâs next? Calling him âdearâ?â
You groan and shove the coat at Bepo before walking away.
But now, you canât stop thinking about it.
After this, you start noticing other things. Like how Law always lets you into his personal space.
How you can tug his hat down over his eyes without him pushing you away.
How he casually rests his hand on your shoulder when he stands next to you.
One day, you trip over a loose crate. Before you even hit the ground, a familiar blue glow surrounds you... Lawâs Room.
In an instant, youâre back on your feet, completely unharmed.
The Heart Pirates snicker.
âCaptain didnât even thinkâ Penguin whispers.
âHe never uses Room for anyone elseâs clumsinessâ Shachi adds.
You glare at them âI heard that.â
They just smirk.
Law doesnât say anything. He just sighs and keeps walking, like saving you without thinking is the most natural thing in the world.
Your heart does something weird. You ignore it.
Later, you sit on a crate, arms crossed. Law stands next to you, reading a medical book.
You glance at him âYour crew keeps calling me âCaptainâs partner.ââ
He doesnât look up âSo?â
âSo, why?â
He flips a page âProbably because you act like one.â
Your brain short-circuits.
You stare âExcuse me?â
Law finally looks at you, raising an eyebrow âYouâre always in my quarters, you steal my coat, and you act like you belong next to me. Theyâre not wrong.â
Your face burns âI... You let me do all that!â
He smirks âI know.â
You open your mouth, but no words come out.
Because suddenly, you realize... he has let you. And he still is.
Ever since Bepo and the others pointed out how Law treats you differently, itâs been impossible to ignore.
The extra care during missions. The way he always stands just a little closer than necessary. The way he lets you touch him, his arm, his shoulder, even his hand, when no one else would dare.
But what really gives him away?
The way his ears burn red every time you get too close.
And yet he never says anything.
If you didnât know better, youâd think he was running an experiment to see how long he could keep this up before you lost your mind.
So tonight youâre calling him out.
You find him in his quarters, buried in medical books.
âHey, Law.â You lean against the desk, arms crossed âCan I ask you something?â
His eyes flick up âWhat?â
You tilt your head âDo you like me?â
Law chokes.
Not just a little cough... he full-on chokes on air, slamming his book shut as if thatâll somehow save him.
âWhatâ?!â He coughs into his fist âWhere the hell did that come from?â
You raise an eyebrow âYou tell me.â
Law scowls, shifting uncomfortably âYouâre being ridiculous.â
âOh? Am I?â You step closer.
He stiffens âWhat are you...?â
You place your hands on the arms of his chair and lean in, caging him in.
His breath hitches.
Oh. Oh.
He is not prepared for this.
âLaw,â you murmur, watching his face closely âyou never let anyone touch you, but you let me.â
His jaw clenches âThat doesnâtââ
âYou always make sure I rest. You check my injuries before anyone elseâs.â
âBecause youâre recklessââ
âAnd...â you lean even closer âyour ears are red right now.â
Law swallows.
You smirk âSo, wanna try again?â
For a long moment, he just stares at you, lips parted, golden eyes darting between yours.
Then, in a last-ditch effort, he growls... âYouâre annoying.â
You hum âMaybe.â
And then you kiss him.
Law goes still.
For the first time since youâve known him, he is completely speechless.
But then a quiet sound escapes him, and his hand suddenly grips your wrist, holding you there.
You almost pull back, unsure, until his other hand slides around the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, and he kisses you back.
Itâs hesitant at first, but when you donât pull away, something shifts.
The kiss deepens, his grip tightens, and the heat radiating off of him is enough to make you dizzy.
When you finally part, Law exhales sharply, pressing his forehead against yours.
ââŚYouâre gonna be a problemâ he mutters, voice rough.
You grin âYeah?â
His fingers tighten in your hair âYeah.â
And then, despite everything, he kisses you again.
Because for once in his life heâs done running.
ââ .⌠Ace:
Ace is naturally affectionate.
He throws an arm around peopleâs shoulders, laughs loudly, and grins like the world is a joke heâs in on. Heâs warm but also because he makes people feel welcome.
So itâs not weird that he touches you a lot.
Right?
It starts when Marco sits down next to you, smirking.
âYou and Ace finally together, yoi?â
You look at him confused âwhat do you mean?â
âA couple⌠are you two a couple?â
You almost drop your drink âWhat? No!â
Marco raises an eyebrow âYou sure? He always saves you a seat at meals. Always gives you his food if you ask. Always keeps an eye on you during fights.â
You roll your eyes âThat doesnât mean anything. Heâs just like that.â
âNot with everyoneâ Marco takes a sip of his drink âJust you.â
You open your mouth to argue, but then you donât know what to say, because now, youâre thinking about it.
The next time Ace sits beside you at dinner, you notice how he slides his plate a little closer to yours, letting you steal his food.
The next time the crew docks at an island, you notice how he instinctively waits for you before walking off together.
The next time youâre about to trip, you donât even get the chance to fall, Ace grabs your wrist and steadies you like itâs second nature.
And maybe it is second nature.
âCareful, Ace,â one of the division commanders teases âIf you keep acting like that, y/n might actually think youâre in love.â
Ace laughs, scratching the back of his head âYeah, yeah.â
You laugh too. Because itâs just a joke⌠Right?
One night, you sit together on the deck, watching the ocean.
You fidget for a second before saying âThe crew keeps calling us a coupleâ
Ace hums âYeah?â
You glance at him âWhy do you think that is?â
He leans back, arms behind his head, and grins âProbably because we act like one.â
You choke on your own breath âExcuse me?!â
Ace tilts his head âI mean, we do everything together. You always take my food, and I always let you. You always pull me out of trouble, and I always let you. Feels natural, doesnât it?â
Your brain short-circuits.
Because now that you think about it... yeah, it does feel natural.
ââŚAce,â you say slowly âAre we...?â
He looks at you, amusement flickering in his eyes âWhat do you think?â
Your stomach flips.
Because suddenly, youâre not sure where the habit ends and the feelings begin.
After this, Ace keeps flirting with you all the time.
Itâs just who he is.
Winks across the deck. Throwing an arm around your shoulders. Calling you hot stuff like itâs your actual name.
Youâre used to it.
But after the teasing from Marco and Thatch, after realizing that Ace treats you differently, you start to wonder.
Is he just playing around? Or is there something real underneath?
Thereâs only one way to find out.
The perfect opportunity comes one afternoon, when Ace flops down next to you on the Moby Dickâs deck, grinning.
âHey,â he drawls, resting an arm behind his head âMiss me?â
You smirk âI saw you literally two hours ago.â
âThatâs two hours too long.â He winks âBet you were thinking about me the whole time.â
You hum, tilting your head âYou really think that, huh?â
Ace chuckles âCâmon, you love me.â
You raise an eyebrow âProve it.â
He blinks âHuh?â
You shift, leaning closer with a sly smile âYou say all this stuff, Ace. You flirt, you tease... but are you actually serious?â
For the first time, he hesitates.
Just for a second, but itâs enough.
ââŚOf course I am,â he says, but his usual confidence isnât all there.
You smirk âThen show me.â
Before he can react, you grab his hat, his precious hat, and plop it onto your own head.
Ace short-circuits.
âOi! Thatâs...!â He reaches for it instinctively but stops mid-motion, staring at you.
You tilt the brim with a smirk âWhat? You said you liked me, right?â
Ace swallows âY-Yeah?â
âThen just take it back.â
You expect him to snatch it back playfully.
What you donât expect is for Ace to grin, eyes flickering with mischief, and suddenly tackle you onto the deck.
You yelp as he hovers over you, forearms braced on either side of your head.
The crew whoops in the background, but neither of you pay them any attention.
Ace smirks down at you âYou think youâre funny, huh?â
You grin âA little.â
Ace shakes his head, chuckling, but then his expression softens.
He reaches up, tilts the hat back just enough to see your face properly.
And then without thinking he leans down and kisses you.
Itâs grinning into the kiss kind of playful. Itâs warm and teasing but full of something deeper.
And when he pulls back, face way too close, he murmurs âNow you gotta prove it.â
Your heart races.
You donât back down. Instead, you tug him down by his necklace and kiss him again.
This time, Ace melts.
When you finally break apart, Ace huffs out a breathless laugh.
âWell,â he grins âGuess you do love me.â
You roll your eyes âShut up.â
But you donât stop him when he kisses you one more time.
Because, honestly?
Heâs right.
ââ .⌠Sabo:
Sabo is easy to be around.
Heâs kind, smart, and always ready to listen. He laughs at your jokes, never forgets your favorite things, and somehow always knows when you need him.
So itâs no surprise that you spend a lot of time together.
But apparently, the way you act around him is a little⌠suspicious.
It starts when youâre walking through the Revolutionary Army base with Koala.
âSo,â she says casually âwhen are you and Sabo going to make it official?â
You nearly trip over your own feet âWhat?!â
Koala grins âCome on, donât play dumb. You two already act like a couple.â
You scoff âNo, we donât.â
She raises an eyebrow âOh really? Whoâs the first person Sabo looks for when he gets back from a mission?â
ââŚMe.â
âWhoâs the only person he lets borrow his gloves?â
ââŚMe.â
âAnd whoâs the only one he lets fall asleep on his shoulder without complaining?â
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
Becauseâoh.
Oh.
Koala smirks âSee what I mean?â
You shake your head âThat doesnât mean anything. Weâre just close.â
She shrugs âIf you say so.â
But now, you canât stop thinking about it. You start noticing things, like how Sabo always finds a reason to sit next to you during meals, or how he reaches out to fix your collar or tuck your hair behind your ear like itâs normal, or how he always makes sure you have a blanket when you fall asleep at your desk, even though no one else gets that treatment.
And the worst part?
Now that youâre paying attention, everyone else is too.
âI swear, itâs like theyâre marriedâ one soldier mutters.
âThey finish each otherâs sentencesâ another whispers.
âBet they donât even realizeâ someone else chuckles.
He frowns, then wordlessly slides his drink toward you.
You stare at it ââŚDid you just give me your drink?â
He shrugs âYou like it more than I do.â
You glance around. Several soldiers are watching now, smirking.
Slowly, you push the drink back to him.
Sabo looks confused âYou donât want it?â
Your face burns âNope. Iâm fine.â
He tilts his head, then shrugs and takes a sip.
The others snicker.
You sigh.
Later that night, you sit beside him on the rooftop, watching the stars.
âSabo,â you say carefully âdo we⌠act like a couple?â
He hums âWhy?â
âPeople keep saying we do.â
Sabo leans back on his hands, thinking. Then he smiles âI guess I can see why.â
Your heart skips a beat âYou can?â
âWell, weâre always together,â he says easily âI trust you more than anyone. You take care of me, I take care of you. Feels normal.â
You stare at him âThatâs⌠kind of a couple thing, donât you think?â
Sabo looks at you for a long moment. Then he smirks.
âWell,â he says, voice teasing but gentle âdo you want it to be?â
Your breath catches.
And suddenly, the answer seems obvious.
Sabo has always been easy to be around.
You never have to force a conversation. Never have to second-guess his presence.
Heâs just there, a steady warmth beside you, the hand that always steadies your back when you walk through the Revolutionary camp, the person you find yourself naturally leaning against when youâre tired.
And the thing is?
He never pulls away.
Even now, sitting beside you near the fire after a long day, his arm rests lightly along the back of your seat. Close enough to feel, but not demanding.
Itâs natural.
But tonight, somethingâs different.
Thereâs a quiet between you, not uncomfortable, but charged with something unsaid.
You donât know who moves first, but suddenly your head is resting against his shoulder, and instead of shifting away, Sabo just exhales softly, tilting his head against yours.
You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
ââŚI like thisâ you murmur, barely thinking.
Sabo hums âMe tooâ A pause. Then... âI always have.â
Your heart stutters.
Slowly, you lift your head, turning just enough to meet his gaze.
His expression is calm, too calm, like heâs waiting for you to understand something heâs known for a long time.
And you do.
Because of course it was always him.
You donât say anything. You donât need to.
Instead, you reach up, gently tracing your fingers along his jaw.
Sabo closes his eyes briefly at the touch before opening them again, watching you with something unreadable, something deep.
Then, without hesitation, he leans in.
The kiss is slow, certain.
Itâs not rushed, not desperate because this was never a question.
It was always going to be this.
When you part, Sabo lingers, his forehead resting against yours.
His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together easily.
ââŚFeels like we shouldâve done that a long time agoâ he murmurs, lips brushing against yours.
You smile âMaybe. But I think we got here at the right time.â
Sabo chuckles softly, squeezing your hand âYeah. I think so too.â
And when he kisses you again, it feels like something that was simply meant to be.
I'd like to please request a Yandere Ace (platonic or romantic) who's fallen for someone maybe a pirate, Marine or even just a normal everyday person who saved his life. Playing up his injuries and using the fact the world thinks his dead to keep them doting on him in a way he's never been cared for before.
I love your fanfic they are always so good
Thanks for writing all these cool requests and storys.
It was to be expected, really. After all he had a hole right through his chest and abdomen. His organs, his everything, was reduced to a pool of crushed meat and bloody horror. And yet, he survived, somehow. And the first thing he saw after opening his eyes was your face. Teary eyed, hiccuping, beautiful.
He was never a quitter, but something about the way you looked at him had him smitten. His recovery was hard, painful and slow. But after a year, he's there, with you, sharing a bed. Your soft breathing as you lay your head right over his heart, right over the scar. Its comforting in a way, unsettling in another. He misses his old life, misses the adventure and misses the danger. But then again, he can barely function. He can lift heavy things, he can do manual work, but he can't fight, he can't kill, he can't do many of the things his old life required of him. Because it hurt, and because even if he doesn't want to admit it, his body isn't the only thing left with deep scars.
And you're good to him. That's the other issue. You're too good to him.
He doesn't know how you managed to nurse him back to health with minimal complications, without him ending up stuck to a wheelchair or confined in a bed unable to do anything other than blink and wait for death. In months you already had him walking, talking, eating, doing things he thought would be impossible, because he would be dead in a ditch without your help.
It seems bizarre. Because compared to him, you're this tiny little thing that anyone could hurt and kill. But he won't let anyone do that, he won't let anyone take his angel away, the only thing he lives and breathes for in that moment. It's silly, really. Your life is reduced to working in a little farm in an island in the middle of nowhere; no pirates, no marines, just a small town and a small house and a small life. His hands find your stomach, gently kneading the soft flesh. What would it take to keep you happy? To keep him grounded? A child? Two? How many? He has thought about it before, settling means stability, and stability leads to things like children. Is that really it? Keeping you barefoot and pregnant for the rest of eternity seems like the best way to spend the rest of his life. Doted upon, cared for, loved and milked dry. The more he thinks about it the easier it is for him to fall asleep.
He has all the time in the world to play house with you.
This resulted in me bouncing ideas off a few people to figure out WHAT creature Ace is exactly... so I ended up with a hybrid since I couldn't pick. Sorry if the yandere sections in these drafts aren't fully fleshed out... I was mostly putting the ideas out there for people to comment on and maybe request later?
Yandere! Draconic Vampire! Portgas D. Ace HCs
(One Piece Monster AU)
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Stalking, Fear of loss/abandoned, Biting, Drinking of blood, Implied kidnapping, Violence, Murder, Paranoia, Forced relationship.
Okay, the reasoning behind this one is a bit complicated.
Originally vampire was chosen for Ace because Gol D. Roger is going to be a Dracula kind of creature. So, vampire having a vampire son.
But then I realized it may not make sense for Ace's fire powers... So I made him a dragon like I plan to do with Sabo.
Yet I still wanted Roger a vampire... So I went back to vampire Ace and decided he'll just have fire magic or something as seen in Castlevania's Dracula.
BUT THEN someone suggested Ace be a hybrid creature and I ran with it.
So Ace is a vampire with draconic blood, allowing him to use fire and have fire resistance.
Draconic traits don't show up on him though... not like Sabo, at least.
Yet Ace is still a strong vampire that needs to be executed for a few reasons.
One, he's the spawn of Roger, a prominent vampire.
Two, he's an entirely new type of creature in this world... His affinity with fire makes him dangerous.
So... That's why Ace is considered a draconic vampire.
He's a new hybrid creature and the monster hunting organization (The World Government) wants him put down before he grows too strong.
Said origin has always made Ace dislike himself.
He doesn't think he should exist.
His father was hunted and he was dumped somewhere for his safety.
It's an odd combination to have... an undead creature with the ability to wield flames with no issue....
Yet he seemed to get along quite well with a young dragon hatchling named Sabo.
Sabo had run away from his draconic family to explore rather than guard hoards or something like that.
The affinity the two both had with fire made them both get along rather well.
Then both of them had to deal with Luffy, a werewolf pup.
Supposedly his grandfather, an alpha werewolf that infiltrated the monster hunters of the world, wanted his son's pup hidden.
Which lead to the three of them bonding with one another... a dragon, a vampire, and a werewolf.
Ace had felt at home with these fellow creatures... Sabo due to his draconic blood and Luffy due to werewolves often having a connection to vampires.
Unfortunately... such a bond had to be separated at some point.
Sabo was supposedly hunted by monster hunters and Ace wanted to go explore the world.
Ace yearned for freedom... which led to Ace reluctantly leaving the werewolf he considered a brother.
Ace is probably scary as a yandere since he's a vampire stronger than most.
Many even mistake him for a demon, especially when he visited the demon infested country of Wano.
His fire power made it seem like he was some sort of fire nymph... an origin Ace hadn't even considered.
Yet Ace has scales in places on his skin... and fangs/ears indicative of vampiric ancestry.
But it's a wonder if such hybridization is the real reason for the monster hunters wanting him dead.
Despite the origins he hates so much... Ace would still be very charming as a yandere.
He's got that certain vampiric charm when he talks to others... I assume he'd also be considered a daywalker vamp because of the resistances of his draconic blood.
Although... Other ways to kill a vampire could still do him in... which are weaknesses Akainu was careful to research to hunt such strong prey.
Ace would probably fall for someone who humanizes him in a way.
He's been treated as a monster to kill his whole life... all because people are scared of his potential.
But if he found someone who didn't?
Ace probably wouldn't ever let them go.
Imagine Ace nearly escaping hunters and finding someone who wants to help him on an island?
He staggers, limping, before collapsing on the ground.
He'll regenerate, sure... but he's in such pain.
But then you appear... completely unaware of his origin...
You help him with soft smiles... and you don't even care about his scales and fangs.
Here's an idea... Ace with a Witch! Darling.
Or at the very least... someone who helps and doesn't judge him for his hybridization.
Ace is cautious at first... but as you pass him the medicines you brewed, he trusts you more.
Ace is not used to having many allies... He only knows a few...
Yet he's always on the run nowadays.
But when he meets you? He can't help but foolishly fall for the one person who seems to care.
Plus, if you want to bring in his draconic blood for this... maybe he gets a bit possessive over the one person he feels safe with.
Ace would grow really attached to the one person he feels he belongs with.
Even when his wounds are healed and he's allowed to leave... He doesn't.
You explain you've been treating anyone who comes to this area of your island no matter their origin.
So, for once, this feared vampire hybrid isn't seen as just 'Roger's spawn'....
For once he feels in control when someone doesn't see him as just something to be culled.
Ace is a scary yandere in this AU due to his strength and desperation to feel seen by you.
While he's never liked his origin... like in some canon Ace stuff I wrote, he's not afraid to embrace his title of 'monster' if it means he doesn't have to lose you.
He needs you... so who cares if he has to melt a few fools or feed off them to fuel his flames?
You don't judge him... right?
You chose to help this monster after all... He's your responsibility now.
I feel like at first Ace is scared to indulge in his vampire abilities.
He's aware that he needs to feed off blood to keep his flames strong... Yet he often chooses to ignore such an urge.
Even when you offer to help, Ace ends up hiding his aching fangs.
Originally he didn't want to bite you... He's too scared of driving you away or harming you.
But once he realizes ways to safely feed from you?
Ace's love language probably ends up being biting like other vampires.
He's careful with you when he has to feed...
He doesn't like feeding on innocents.
But if you're threatened? Anyone who falls by him becomes food.
Yet when she feeds on you? He's gentle... he makes sure you're comfortable before sinking his fangs in.
He eagerly laps up the blood from the wound, only taking what he needs before laying you down and offering to get you water.
He loves how you taste... but he doesn't like exploiting you.
This is just one way he shows his love for you in his mind....
The good news in these HCs is you have some control over this strong vampire.
While he doesn't like to indulge in his monster abilities... He's willing to do it if he feels he has to.
His biggest fear of driving you away often weighs heavily in his mind.
While protective of the one he feels safest with... can you imagine the danger he poses?
Imagine running from him as a yandere?
He's already fast and stealthy as a vampire... but with the fire abilities?
You could think you're safe alone, slowing your pace...
Then a ring of fire cuts you off and in comes Ace, an ironically cold glare in his eyes.
"Thought I could trust you, sweetheart... You running off to tell those monster hunters about me?"
It doesn't matter if you actually were or not.
Ace is paranoid due to being hunted his whole life.
Maybe you were just running because Ace was getting too possessive and drawing too much attention to you.
Or maybe you really were fooling him... yet he caught you just as you were heading to use a Den Den Mushi to call down a monster hunter.
Either way... It certainly sets Ace's instincts off.
"You think you can just leave me, huh? Just get rid of me after saving me? Not a chance, baby...."
Ace definitely uses his fire to trap you.
He cuts off exits and hides to make sure you don't know his exact location.
Then when the time is right... He pounces and pin you to the ground, the light from his flames glinting off his fangs.
It's an eerie sight... the hungry desperate look in his eyes.
He then quickly rolls over, tugging you against his chest.
You're shoved against him tightly... the flames around you shielding you both from sight.
The look in his eyes... his nature to hunt... as much as he ignores it, it's still there.
When upset, you see his true power... the things he'd do to keep you to himselfâŚ
âIâm sorry⌠You just canât leave meâŚâ He ends up pleading, yet itâs too late to hide his true nature now, isnât it?
It's in these moments you no longer see the lost lonely hybrid abandoned by the world...
But instead you now see the dangerous threat the government wants dead....
I know itâs another Ace-centric thing, but you mentioned how you wanted to write about Marineford and Ace being saved by isekai reader from his perspective. And I would absolutely love to read it if you do want to write it
I'll Live for You (Yandere Ace x Isekai Reader)
For reference, some things might not line up with actual Marineford, and I'm sorry about that. Hopefully it doesnât ruin your enjoyment. I havenât watched Marineford recently except for in One Piece Fan Letter (does that even count) so i probably forgot some stuff.Â
Two Ace fics back to back that's crazy, I hope you enjoy.
AU Masterlist
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Ace doesnât believe in a god. He doesnât believe thereâs anything that good out there looking out for him. He doesnât believe that someone would care enough to try and keep him safe. If there is a god, it sure doesnât care about him, and it never has.Â
Aceâs hands are kept locked behind his back, his knees hurt from how long heâs been forced into this wretched position, propped up for everyone to see like a fool in a play. His mouth is uncomfortably dry and his body feels weak in a way he hasnât felt in years. Ace doesnât believe in god, but maybe this is some devine punishment. The son of Gol D. Rodger must be punished for his sin of existence. Itâs cruel isnât it, from the moment he let out his first cries, Ace has been punished by the world, and maybe he deserves it. Ace has spent the better half of his life trying to find the meaning behind his existence, understand why he was put on this Earth if simply to suffer. And now, as he watches his friends, his family, his brother fight for his life, he canât bring himself to understand if heâs truly worth it all.Â
Ace doesnât believe in a god, but he believes this is his punishment. Itâs not his birth, itâs not his childhood, itâs not even his unavoidable death, itâs watching the ones he loves the most throw away their lives in hopes of saving him.Â
It kills him, listening to their screams, their cries, but the sound of their determination kills him the most. It rips into his chest and carves into his heart, destroying him in the most real sense possible. He doesnât want this, he doesnât want people to fight for him, he doesnât want to be saved.Â
He wants them to live.Â
Live in spite of him.Â
Ace forces himself to lower his head, pushing his forehead flush into the boards of the stand as he hears his baby brother's cries. Luffy shouldnât be here, he doesnât want him to be here, but heâs locked, unmoving as heâs forced to accept the fact that his brother is putting his life on the line for him. Ace doesnât know what to do except push his head impossibly deeper into the boards, pain radiating throughout his head as he grits his teeth and cries. The pain of the wood digging into his head fills itself into every other part of his body, but he doesnât seem to care, or he lacks the ability to anymore.Â
The old man left to keep his brother at bay a while ago, but it felt like hours, alone up on the podium. In that time, Ace has found himself thinking of the things he wishes he did. He wishes he spoke to Dadan more, wishes he told Luffy he loves him more, wishes he got to experience more of you. Before all this, Ace thought it was strange to think about his brother's crewmate so much, but he doesnât seem to care anymore. He wishes to feel the warmth of your hands in his again, like back in Alabasta. You held his hand for mere seconds, but it felt magical, following you like a lost puppy as he was dragged around the ship. He wished to know more about you, what are your dreams, your aspirations, your desires. Maybe heâs just cocky, but heâd find a way to give them all to you and more, as long as it was never leaving him.
When he first heard of your predicament, being stuck here from another world, he didnât believe you, but your curiosity and naivety to everything around you spoke volumes to your situation. You confided in him about it one night, talking about how you missed your family. At that moment, Ace felt like he understood you the most, quiet and revealing. He was flushed right next to you, not that you seemed to care much, the only lighting being that of the moon and the stars, lighting your eyes in a way that he could only call ethereal. You talked, and talked, and talked, and for once, Ace was quiet, listening to every word like a gospel. You seemed to care about the people in your life very much, wondering how they were doing and if they even missed you.Â
At those words, Ace took your hands, moving close to your face, staring into your eyes. His gaze was intense, causing you to move back slightly from him, still connected by your hands in his.Â
âDonât say that, of course they do!â He huffed âTheyâre your family.â It was the alcohol in him, but Ace felt unreasonably confident in everything he was saying. You mean a lot to his brother and his crew, youâre starting to mean a lot to him, you mean a lot to many people. So he never wants to hear that again.Â
âI-I just mean, you meanâa lot of people care about you, you shouldnât talk like that.â He explains, slightly embarrassed, glad that it was too dark to see the blush on his cheeks.Â
âDo you care about me, Ace?â He didnât know if that was a genuine question, or flirting, but regardless, he said yes in an instant. You meant more to him then you could possibly know.Â
âA lot of people care about you too Ace.â You say, staring into the starry sky. âSo we should both live for them, right?âÂ
Ace didnât answer, he couldnât bring himself to, but he desperately wanted you to live. Even in these moments, he was comforted by the thought of you exploring the world, living with his brother, creating a better world for other. Ace wanted you to be happy, he needed you to be.Â
He needed you to live in spite of him.Â
Ace doesnât believe in god. If god existed, it would let him live alongside you. Your paths wouldnât be so diverged, you could exist together. Both of you could live for the people you cared about, you could live for eachother.Â
Ace doesnât believe in God.Â
But he does believe in you.Â
âAce! Donât worry, I'm here to save you!âÂ
Ace shoots his head up, why are you here? His eyes, filled with tears, take in the sight of you. Youâre in a Marine uniform, hair tucked up into the hat, dirt covering your face and body, why are you here? He feels your hands, cold and shaking from the ice covering the battlefield, why are you here? His hands are unchained, freeing him from his binds, causing him to fall forward as he sobs, why are you here?Â
As he looks up at you once again as you look at his body quickly before taking his hands, he sees blood near your stomach, too much not to be from someone else. He slumps over, frowns digging into his cheeks as you sobs at the sight of you.Â
âWhy are you here!âÂ
You visibly recoil at the sound of his horse scream, looking to make sure no one heard before shushing him with a finger.Â
âShhhâtheyâre going to realize whatâs going on soon if youâre too loudââ
âWhy are you here!â He yells again, almost like a child throwing a tantrum.Â
You look confused, wondering what he means, before sighing, taking his face into his hands. âI care for you Aceâyou promised me that youâd live!â You yell much quieter than him, feeling his tears on your fingers as he coughs up sobs. He itches to wrap his hands around you, hug you, feel your warmth, but instead you take his hands, ripping him from his position and leaping with him off the platform.Â
For a moment, while in the air, Ace comes to terms with the fact that if god did exist, itâs within that heart of yours. Itâs you he wishes to worship, itâs you he wishes to live for, itâs you who he believes in.Â
Ace realizes while in the thick of battle with his remnant of strength that he canât sense you with his Haki. Youâre right in front of him, but to his Haki, youâre nonexistent. That must be how youâve snuck around for so long amongst the fighting and war. He wonders though how you managed to get hurt. Did you slip and fall on the ice, coming face to face with a pirate? Was it one of his brothers, did they recognize you from his stories, or did they pierce you through the stomach indiscriminately like any pirate would to a Marine? Did they revel in your screams, or did they realize their mistake and regret it later? Did they twist their sword as you cried out for help, or did you remain silent in hopes of maintaining your cover?Â
Did you hide your pain in hopes of a better chance to save him? Did you think of him as you cupped the wound on your stomach? Did you curse him for putting you in this situation?Â
He knew you wouldnât, but he wished you would.Â
Ace didnât know how you both found yourselves here, slumped over behind a wall, away from the fighting. It was a miracle only you could provide that no one noticed the two of you, but that wasnât his concern.Â
To his side, there was you, cupping your stomach in pain. The blood had spread taking over most of the white Marine issued shirt. Your hands, once warm and comforting, were covered in blood, shaking due to what had to be the cold and fear. Your breathing was shallow, quiet, and your eyes were distantâ
âHâhey, stay with me, pleaseââ Ace moves closer to you, taking your face in his hands. He looks at you intensely, patting you on the cheek in an attempt to focus or eyes. It didnât work though, your head lulling almost like liquid as he moved you easily. You were losing too much blood, some was leaking from your nose and mouth. âPleaseâI donâtâplease stayââ Ace stuttered, cries leaving him.Â
In what seemed like cosmic irony, you shushed him, almost like he wasnât breaking down in front of you. âTheyâll hear youâŚgoâŚto the shipâ You said in broken words, interrupted by spirits of blood. Ace shook his head, waves of ânoâ leaving his mouth.Â
âNo, no, no, no.â Ace shook his head, he refused to let you die, and he refused to leave you alone. He moved closer to you, sitting right in front of you, straddling your waist. In another world, Ace would burn up, laughing off the intimate scene as he attempted to woo you. In this world, where the world is cold and the only sounds he can focus on are the screams of pirates and Marines and the huffs of your breaths, Ace feels something inside him burn, deep within him. Something within him screamed as he moved up your shirt slightly, just enough to see the dark red wound. His body nearly recoiled at the sight, thick and deep, bruises littering the skin around it. It made him sick with rage, igniting inside him at the thought of you dying, only to be quelled by the sight of your tears, you knew what he was going to do.Â
In a second, his hand heats up, placing the entirety of his palm on the wound as the flames travel along your skin. You cry, scream for him to stop, squirm and take hold of his arm as he mumbles out apologies. He moves closer to, his forehead resting against yours, sweat, blood, and dirt mixing. âIâm sorry, itâs almost overâiâm sorry, pleaseââ Ace keeps talking, he canât listen to your pain, but he canât let you die.Â
He canât let you die. So heâd sit here, burn your wound, and let you hate him for these few moments, even if it kills him. He screws his eyes shut, pushing his hand deeper, biting his tongue, drowning out his own sobs.
A few more seconds later, and itâs over, the flames die down, and you're left sniffling. Ace doesnât move, slowly opening his eyes to look at you. He doesnât want to look at your wound, so he feels it with the palm of his hand, hoping that itâs mostly burnt over. Heâll take you Marco, get you fixed, youâll be better, you live.Â
Youâll live for him.Â
Ace eventually moves to sit flushed right next to you. Your cries and panting have died down, and youâve moved your hand from his arm down to his hand, holding it tight. He can feel the crescent moon shaped scars on his forearm stinging, but he canât bring himself to care.Â
âWhy did you come?â Ace whispers, not expecting you to answer.Â
âYou mean a lot to Luffy.â You whisper, blood drying around your mouth, âyou mean a lot to meâi couldnât just let you die.âÂ
âSo you thought killing yourself was better.â He didnât mean for it to sound mean, in fact it was the opposite. Though that didnât mean he understood your thought process.Â
âWould you do the same for me?âÂ
âYesâ He said in an instant, looking over at you, only to find yourself smiling at him. Tears were in your eyes, blood was staining your teeth, but you still smiled.Â
âSo we should both live, right?âÂ
Ace, frowned as tears flooded his eyes, but before he could do anything, you passed out into his arms.Â
He felt you slump into him as his breath quicked, gripping you tightly. He didnât know what to do, he didnât want this. From a distance, he could hear the yells of pirates, of Marines, of his brother. Theyâve probably noticed his absence, but he didnât seem to care, too focused on your unmoving body. All he could do is sob into you as he looked around, begging for something. Whereâs Marco, he needed him, he didnât know what he was doing, but he didnât want this.Â
Ace sat there, unmoving, scared, wanting to rip out his heart and give it to you if it meant youâd live. But heâs stuck, and it terrifies him.Â
Youâre going to die, and itâs his fault.Â
Ace feels someone looking at him from above, holding you closer to him, he looks up at the person through tear filled eyes. The man, dark and ominous, Trafalgar Law. Ace knew of him, but he didnât know what he wanted. His gaze looked almost ambivalent, focused on you as he spoke.Â
âIâm a doctor, give them to me.â Is all he says, and Ace doesnât know to trust him, but as he looks at you, feels your shallow breaths, and thinks about the severity of your wounds, he doesnât have a choice.Â
Ace maneuvers you to face the man, brows furrowing as he addresses the man with a snarl âsave themâplease.âÂ
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Ace is awoken to the sound of crying.Â
His eyes open up slowly, the first thing he does is look for you, making him realize that he doesnât know where he is. Itâs quiet, and cold, but the medical bed he is in feels like the most comfortable thing in the world. The sound of crying only becomes more recognizable as Ace wakes up more, rubbing his eyes as he yawns. The cries were loud, filled with emotion, and raw.Â
They were Luffyâs.Â
Ace wakes up immediately at the realization, looking around, only to see both him and you on the other side of the room.Â
âYou idiot! Get off them.â He watches as Law tries to push Luffy off of you, but to no avail. Luffyâs legs are wrapped around your torso, his arms around your neck, and his head in your shoulder. Despite that, he can hear his brother clearly.Â
âI-Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have left you, thank you so muchââ His brother sniffs, much to the disgust of Law. âPlease donât die, please donât die, please donâtââÂ
âYou idiot!â Law hits Luffy on the head, still trying to push him away from you. âTheyâre going to die if you donât get away from them.â Luffy still doesnât move, in fact he gets closer to you, making Ace laugh.Â
Ace doesnât mind that none of you have realized that heâs awake yet, heâs just happy to see you and his brother, happy and alive. When Ace was forced onto the podium, he never thought heâd live another day, but because of you, heâs here. Heâll see his brothers another day, heâll see Luffy another day, heâll see you another day.Â
âAce! Youâre awake!â At the words, Luffy gasps, moving his attention onto Ace. Finally, youâre free, though Ace canât focus on you as he feels Luffy hold him so close. For once, everything felt good, felt perfect even. He pat Luffy on the head, feeling him laugh against his chest, and he looks over at you.Â
He watches as Law moves your shirt up slowly, his movements methodical and soft. Your torso is bandaged, blood still seeping through. Law moves his tattooed fingers across the bandages, assuring that youâre okay after Luffy jumped onto you. You say something quietly that Law smiles at, and Ace feels his chest tightened at the sight.
Ace watches as Law moves your shirt back down, smoothing it slowly as his hand stays near your waist. It doesnât need to stay there, he can move it back to his own dumb body, but his fingers hold onto you, and Ace wishes to rip them off of his body. But you seem comfortable, blissfully unaware of the man so close to you, his hand on your waist, his eyes locked onto yours.Â
And for some reason, that hurts the most.Â
But for now, Ace doesnât find himself caring, because you're here, heâs here, and thatâs all that matters.Â
Ace takes a breath.Â
Heâll live
Heâll live for you
And you will be his, heâd rather die than have it any other way.
Visiting fairs was your favourite activity when stopping at a new island.
Seeing all kinds of crafts, jewellery, bookmarks, trees made of wire, energy crystals and even incense. You would have taken everything if you could, but there was no more room in the cabin you shared with your boyfriend. It wasn't as if Ace carried much with him, it was an open secret that you bought him clothes and anything else he liked. He had made so much space for you that you felt bad for taking up most of it and leaving him with nothing.
But he never complained. He loved to see every little detail that indicated that, after all, you were there, by his side, loving him and sharing what you loved with him.
The little wind bell that hung from the window and rang in the afternoons when he spun you around in his arms? The little bonsai tree that had its place on the table by the window, the one you occasionally let him take care of? The countless notebooks that were yours on his desk but which he filled with compliments and romantic phrases? The incense burner you had next to his bed that smelled only of his favourite scent?
Ace loved the little things that signalled your presence.
Little things that made him feel part of your life.
That's why he let you explore the fair alone that afternoon. He would surely come by later, say he liked something you weren't convinced about, and put it in the cabin. But that would be after devouring ten bowls of ramen as a snack. He would think about dinner when he found you, as always. With no berries left.
You looked at different tea sets, thinking of giving one to Izou as a gift. It would soon be his birthday, and the commander loved to drink tea in the afternoons. You were fascinated by the delicacy with which the teapots were made. The attention to detail in the cups fascinated you too. You smiled to yourself, determined to buy one, when suddenly there was a loud noise at the end of the street.
You carefully placed the teapot on the table and stood on tiptoe to get a better look.
An elderly man was shouting left and right, asking neighbours, merchants, tourists, anyone, to please catch the boy who didn't pay.
"It's him! That boy in the orange hat! Catch him!"
You opened your eyes in surprise when Ace came running towards you, noodles hanging from his mouth, his cheeks puffed out and flushed, you didn't know if it was from the heat or embarrassment, as he held his hat so it wouldn't fly away.
"Run! Run!" he said hurriedly.
"Ace! Didn't you pay?" you asked, grabbing his arm.
His gaze attempted to reflect a non-existent innocence when he stopped dead in his tracks, seeking your mercy, doing his best to look like a puppy that had just been beaten.
"A pirate is supposed to steal, sweetheart."
"Not from the elders," you scolded him, pulling his arm.
You dragged him to the small ramen restaurant. It was obvious that it had been open for several years because of how dilapidated it was. The old wooden boards were barely holding themselves up, and the chairs looked like they had been repaired more than once. It was a humble place, but it was full of people, indicating its good reputation. You approached the elderly man, who smiled gratefully, walking slowly, hunched over, trying to move his cane.
"Miss, thank you very much. I've been in this business for years, and it's rare that someone catches the bastards who leave without paying," murmured the man, looking at you.
His wrinkled hands trembled as he straightened his cane. One of his hands was behind his back as he scrutinised Ace with his gaze.
"How much is it?" You let go of Ace's wrist.
Opening your purse, you took out a large amount of berries. You didn't think twice about handing them to the man. The amount you gave him may have been more than he asked for, but it didn't matter when it was your boyfriend who had caused so many problems. He had even broken the door in his attempt to escape. The burn was not normal. It had his silhouette holding his hat.
"I can't accept it! It's more than you should pay for fifteen bowls!" the old man refused, waving the hand he had previously hidden, "besides, miss, you shouldn't have to pay."
The man looked at Ace, hitting his ankle with his cane.
"Are you man enough to steal from a senile man but not man enough to prevent a lady from paying for you?"
Ace muttered under his breath when the old man hit him, taking a moment to process his words. You felt him tense up and saw him open his mouth to respond. You knew how rude he could be depending on the person, so you hurried to speak.
"I am..."
"Young men these days don't know how to court a woman. But a girl like her wouldn't be with you, let me tell you... She probably came to pay your debt because she felt sorry for the poor old man." The man pressed. "I should call the marine to capture you."
The marine wasn't an option. With Ace wearing a black shirt and completely covering his back tattoo, no one in this remote village recognised the commander of Whitebeard's second division. You rubbed your forehead. It was supposed to be a quiet day.
"Excuse me, I am..." You spoke again, only to be interrupted once more.
"In my day, men invited women to dinner. What is this about a woman paying a man's bill?"
"Sir, I am..."
Ace stood in front of you, hands on his hips, looking down at the old man. His brow was furrowed, each word the man uttered hitting him harder. For once he forgot his wallet on the ship! And to claim that you would never be the girlfriend or wife of someone like him? Nonsense. He didn't stutter and embarrass himself the day he confessed his feelings to you for someone who didn't know you to say that.
"Damn old man... She's my wife!"
A blush quickly spread across your face. You wondered what nonsense he was talking about, whether he had made a mistake and didn't realise what he had said, or whether he had said it on purpose. You could do nothing but watch him argue with the man. One claiming it was a lie and the other shouting that it was true.
"Such a kind and polite woman wouldn't be the wife of a thief!"
"She is. Deal with it, old man."
You ended up paying for the fifteen bowls of ramen and the broken door to the man's wife, who laughed and congratulated you on your beautiful marriage.
You didn't have the heart to deny it, and after grabbing Ace by the collar and bowing in apology, you both left the premises.
The sun was setting, dyeing the sky orange hues. A reminder that the Moby Dick would soon set sail, leaving behind the fair that was in full swing. The merchants lit the paper lanterns, eliciting excited squeals from the children who wanted to admire their various shapes and colours. Your gaze was fixed on them, enchanted by the ones that looked like lotus flowers.
The crowd was growing. The narrow streets were no longer wide enough to walk through. They were so congested that a woman bumped into your shoulder. She curtsied apologetically, holding something in her hands so that it would not fall due to her clumsiness.
And then you remembered.
You had not bought anything for Izou's birthday.
Ace walked beside you, intertwining his fingers with yours. His touch was warm, reopening your doubts as to whether it was his body heat or his devil fruit. He caressed you absent-mindedly with his thumb, a natural movement, laughing as he watched the children playing in the distance.
In his other hand he carried a strawberry ice cream cone, licking it from time to time. You didn't have many berries left after paying his bill at the restaurant and buying him an ice cream. Going out with him was worse than going out with a child.
"What do you think Thatch will cook?" he murmured thoughtfully, looking at the lanterns now.
He pulled your hand, drawing you with him to admire a fish-shaped one, and then returned to his normal path.
"Are you still hungry?" you asked, impressed.
"Nope. But you didn't eat anything. Anyway, I'll eat later too."
You shook your head and approached a stand selling tea sets. Ace was still holding your hand and sucking on his ice cream, but this time his cheek was resting on your shoulder as he looked at the tea sets.
"I like the red teapot."
"You don't drink tea."
"But you do. I'll drink with you."
"It's for Izou. I think he'll like the green one better," you said, holding up the green teapot.
"It'll be a birthday present from both of us," he said smirking.
"Buy one yourself!"
"I forgot my wallet on the ship." He shrugged, standing up straight. "You know, it was almost a perfect steal. It brought back memories."
His melancholic tone blended with the sparkle in his eyes, longing for a fun he hadn't felt in a long time. His freckles seemed to glow against his tanned skin, illuminated by the light from those paper lanterns. And as always when you had him in front of you, your breath played tricks on you, catching in your throat when the gentle breeze ruffled the strands of his dark hair. Hair that you had combed so lovingly and carefully that morning.
When he turned to look at you with one of his sweet smiles, you knew that the sensitivity of his soul would manifest itself once again. Only with you, as it always did. Cause of your heart's behaviour, of its sudden acceleration.
"When I was a kid, I used to eat and leave without paying with Luffy and Sabo. Most of the time it worked out fine. Other times we had to fight to get back to our tree house in peace."
You smiled at him amusedly, silently grateful that he felt comfortable enough with you to talk about his past. Memories that no one else could access.
You selected two boxes, lifting them with great care. Both contained two tea sets. One was green, and the other was red. Ace noticed, waiting for you to finish paying before putting his tattooed arm around your shoulders, kissing your head with his heart in turmoil.
"Do you think Sabo would be disappointed because I'm a pirate who doesn't steal? As kids, we didn't discriminate and stole from everyone equally," he said without losing his smile.
"I don't think so. You don't steal from women and elderly people. That's fine."
"The next one will work out."
You raised an eyebrow at him.
"And if it doesnât, I can always count on my wife."
"I donât remember accepting a marriage proposal."
Ace looked at you, taking the ice cream out of his mouth.
"I bet you a thousand berries that by the end of the year I'll put a ring on your finger."
You admired him with raised eyebrows, pressing your lips together in an attempt to hide your nervousness, that warmth that was taking hold of you. Because deep down, you believed every word he said.
It was Ace. No matter how foolish his bet was, he never backed down. He never lied. He would never gamble with what he wanted most.
"Ten thousand berries that I won't accept," you lied.
"Twenty thousand that you'll accept because you love me and can't live without me."
"Thirty thousand that you'll end up begging me to marry you for years."
Ace smiled at your words. He smiled so brightly that you could feel your heart beating loudly in your chest. Louder than ever. You loved him deeply, and he loved you deeply. It was evident in everything the two of you did and said.
"You bet, sweetheart," he said, bringing the ice cream to his mouth. He took a lick. "But it doesnât matter if I win or lose any of the bets, when we leave the pirate life behind⌠Weâll get married. I swear."
Ace in love with you, wasnât exactly what you expected. But somehow, you grew used to it anyway.
You got used to the love letters he left when you were going to be apart for a while.
Or rather â the pile of half charred confessions that always smelled like smoke.
Thatâs what made them very Ace letters. Heâd get so excited writing down how much he loved you that heâd accidentally set the paper on fire. And honestly, you never had the heart to complain.
You got used to him eating and talking at the same time, food stuffed in his mouth as he rambled.
âAce! Chew with your mouth closed â talk after you swallow!â
Heâd just grin, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, go quiet for a second⌠then shove more food into his mouth and continue just as loudly.
It became no surprise that after clearing his plate, heâd glance at yours with those hopeful eyes, silently begging you to say you were full.
And sometimes â even when you werenât âyouâd lie. Youâd push the plate toward him just to see that excited, childlike joy light up his face again. Watching him eat like that warmed your heart more than any meal ever could.
You got used to the late night talks when it was cold. Youâd curl up beside him, letting his hands warm your body as you spoke excitedly about your plans for the next island youâd dock at, your dream date, your little ideas and stories.
Only to glance over and realize heâd fallen asleep mid-conversation.
You were always this close to shaking him awake. But one look at that peaceful, soft smile â and the frustration melted.
His excuse?
âI just feel so comfortable with you⌠my eyes get heavy,â heâd say with a lazy grin.
You got used to how competitive he was. How stubborn he could get. Even over playfights.
A pillow fight? Heâd swing like it was a final battle, feathers flying until the pillows became more stuffing than fabric.
Tickling? Heâd keep going until you were breathless, clutching your stomach and crying from laughter while he shouted some ridiculous victory line.
You got used to how he flirted with you âconstantly, shamelessly â but the second you flirted back more boldly, heâd go redder than his flames.
Ears flushed, eyes wide, trying so hard to play it cool as he muttered a flustered, âShut upâŚâ whenever you teased him for it.
But what you could never quite get used to?
The casual touches.
How heâd drape an arm around you while talking to someone else. How heâd absentmindedly stroke your hair while zoning out, completely unaware of how much it made your heart flutter. It was second nature to him â but for you, it was utterly distracting. Every single time.
You got used to it all. Every side of Ace. Every little quirk. Every flame, every fault, every fire sparked affection.
And most importantly â You fell in love with every single detail of him.
Pairings: Zoro x fem!Reader, Sabo x fem!Reader, Law x fem!Reader, Ace x fem!Reader
Word Count: ~500 words each character
tags: suggestive, fluff (?)
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Zoro
The Sunnyâs crowâs nest smells of steel and sweat, the late-night breeze slipping through the open hatch as you climb up to find Zoro mid-training, shirtless, katanas resting against the wall. His chest heaves, muscles glistening under the moonlight, and he glances over with a grunt.
âWhatâre you doinâ up here?â he asks, wiping his face with a towel, his tone gruff but not unwelcoming.
Below, you can hear Sanjiâs flirtatious banter with Nami, the crewâs usual chaos a distant hum.
You shrug, leaning against the doorway.
âCouldnât sleep. Figured Iâd bug you instead of sittinâ on some boring deck chair,â you say, a smirk playing on your lips.
Zoro snorts, sitting on a bench, spreading his legs slightly as he gestures to his lap with a nod.
âFine. Park yourself here if youâre gonna waste my time.â
Your stomach flips, but you donât back down, crossing the small space and settling onto his lap, the heat of his bare skin burning through your clothes. His hands hover awkwardly for a moment before resting on your hips, firm and unapologetic.
âDidnât think youâd actually do it,â he mutters, voice rough, his good eye scanning you with a mix of suspicion and something hotter.
You grin, shifting to get comfortable, feeling the hard planes of his thighs beneath you.
âWhat, thought Iâd be scared of the big bad swordsman?â you tease, poking at his chest.
His grip tightens, a low growl rumbling from him.
âKeep runninâ your mouth, and youâll see how bad I can be,â he shoots back, the edge in his tone sending a thrill through you.
âOh, Iâm shakinâ,â you reply, sarcastic, leaning back against him, your head brushing his shoulder.
âYou should be,â he grunts, one hand sliding up your side, calloused fingers rough against your skin. âOr you wanna find out how sharp my edge really is?â
The back-and-forth cuts deeper, tension coiling tight.
âAll talk, Zoro. Whereâs the action?â you challenge, turning to face him, your legs straddling his lap now, the position bold and intimate.
His jaw clenches, and his hands grip your waist hard, pulling you flush against him.
âFuck, youâre askinâ for it,â he growls, his breath hot against your neck as he leans in, teeth grazing your skin.
âThen give it to me, tough guy,â you murmur, fingers tangling in his green hair, tugging just enough to make him hiss.
His control slips, and he shifts beneath you, the hard bulge in his pants pressing insistently against your core, sparking heat that pools low in your belly.
âDamn it, youâre gonna regret this,â he warns, voice thick with need, his hand slipping under your shirt to grip bare skin, rough and demanding.
âMake me,â you dare, rolling your hips against him, earning a guttural groan as his fingers dig into your flesh, the promise of raw, unrestrained heat hanging in the air.
The crowâs nest creaks under the weight of your shared tension, the night swallowing every sound except the harsh rasp of his breath against your ear.
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Sabo
Smoke curls from a nearby campfire as the Revolutionary Armyâs temporary base hums with quiet tension. Youâre hunched over a map with Sabo in a dimly lit tent, the flickering lantern casting shadows across his scarred face. His gloved hand brushes yours as he points to a supply route, and the contactâbrief, accidentalâsends a jolt through you.
âYouâre distracted,â he says, voice calm but edged with amusement, his sharp eyes flicking up to meet yours.
Koalaâs voice cuts in from outside the tent, teasing, âDonât let Sabo bore you to death with strategy, yâknow!â
You smirk, shaking your head.
âNah, Iâm just tired of sittinâ on this hard-ass crate,â you grumble, stretching with a dramatic sigh.
Sabo leans back in his chair, a rare playful glint in his gaze.
âWell, Iâve got a better spot if youâre game,â he offers, patting his lap with a subtle, challenging tilt of his head.
Your heart skips, but you play it cool, raising a brow.
âOh? Think I wonât take you up on that, Chief of Staff?â you quip, standing and stepping closer.
His smirk widens as you lower yourself onto his lap, the fabric of his coat rough against your thighs, his body solid and warm beneath you.
âDidnât peg you for shy,â he murmurs, his tone dipping low, one hand resting lightly on your back to steady you.
You scoff, shifting to get comfortable, acutely aware of every point of contact.
âShy? Nah, I just donât wanna break your fancy noble legs,â you tease, and his quiet laugh sends a thrill through you.
âTrust me, I can handle a lot more than you think,â he replies, his voice smooth, suggestive, his fingers pressing just a bit firmer against your spine.
âOh, really? Care to test that theory?â you challenge, turning slightly to face him, your knee brushing his side.
His eyes darken, and the air between you crackles.
âKeep talkinâ like that, and I might just show you,â he says, his free hand hovering near your thigh, teasing but not quite crossing the lineâyet.
The banter flows, each jab and retort building a slow, simmering heat.
âYouâre all talk, Sabo. Whereâs that revolutionary spirit now?â you taunt, leaning closer, your breath mingling with his.
His grip tightens, pulling you flush against him, and his lips curve into a dangerous smile.
âCareful what you wish for. I donât play fair when Iâm provoked,â he warns, his thumb tracing a slow circle on your lower back.
Your pulse races as you tilt your head, lips inches from his.
âGood. I donât want fair. I want trouble,â you whisper, and his restraint snaps for a fleeting momentâhis hand slides to your hip, firm and possessive.
âFuck, youâre pushinâ it,â he growls, shifting beneath you, the tension of his body evident, the hard press of him against you igniting a fire in your core.
âThen do somethinâ about it,â you dare, your fingers threading through his blond hair, tugging lightly.
His breath hitches, and he leans in, lips brushing your neck as he murmurs, âKeep this up, and Iâll have you pinned against this map in two seconds flat.â
The promise hangs heavy, your skin tingling where his mouth grazes, the tent suddenly far too small for the heat exploding between you.
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Law
The Polar Tangâs engine hums deep below deck, the dim light of the control room casting Lawâs sharp features in stark relief. Youâre perched on a crate, watching him scribble notes in his medical journal, his coat slung over a chair, leaving his inked arms bare.
âYouâve been starinâ for five minutes straight,â he says without looking up, his voice dry, cutting through the quiet.
Bepoâs muffled snoring echoes from the next room, a reminder of the crewâs rare downtime.
You shrug, swinging your legs.
âJust wonderinâ how you donât get tired sittinâ in that stiff chair all day,â you reply, a teasing lilt in your tone.
Lawâs golden eyes flick up, piercing, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
âIf youâre so concerned, Iâve got a better seat right here,â he says, leaning back and gesturing to his lap with a casual, almost clinical precision that somehow feels loaded.
Your breath catches, but you mask it with a grin, hopping off the crate.
âDonât mind if I do, Captain,â you say, sauntering over and settling onto his lap, the hard lines of his frame unyielding beneath you.
His smirk doesnât waver, but his hand rests on your thigh, light yet deliberate, sending a spark through you.
âComfortable?â he asks, voice low, almost a purr, as he tilts his head to study you.
âCould be worse,â you shoot back, shifting slightly, feeling the subtle tension in his grip.
âDidnât think youâd actually take me up on it,â he admits, his tone dipping into something warmer, less guarded.
You lean in a fraction, testing the waters.
âWhat, thought Iâd chicken out? You donât scare me, Law.â
His eyes narrow, a dangerous glint flashing through them.
âCareful. Iâm not as predictable as you think,â he warns, his fingers tightening just enough to make your pulse jump.
âOh? Gonna show me somethinâ new, then?â you challenge, your hand brushing his collar, lingering near the ink of his tattoos.
The exchange sharpens, words slicing through the charged air.
âYouâre playinâ a risky game,â he murmurs, his free hand sliding up to your waist, slow and calculated, like heâs dissecting every reaction.
âAnd if I am? You gonna cut me open, doc?â you tease, your voice breathy, daring him to push further.
His smirk turns predatory, and he pulls you closer, the heat of him searing through your clothes.
âMight just dissect every damn inch of you if you keep talkinâ like that,â he growls, his thumb brushing the edge of your hip, teasing the skin beneath.
Your breath hitches as you grind down subtly, earning a low, rough sound from his throat.
âFuck, donât start what you canât finish,â he warns, his grip turning possessive, guiding your movements with surgical precision.
âWho says I canât finish?â you whisper, lips hovering near his, feeling the hard length of him press against you through the fabric.
His eyes darken to molten gold, and his hand slips under your shirt, fingers splaying across your bare skin as he mutters,
âThen letâs see how much you can take before youâre begginâ.â
The promise sends a shiver down your spine, his touch igniting every nerve as the roomâs hum fades into the pounding of your own heartbeat.
ââ
Ace
The deck of the Moby Dick sways under a crimson sunset, the air thick with salt and the distant roar of waves. Youâre leaning against the railing, watching Ace toss a playful fireball into the sky, the flames licking the dusk before fizzling out. His grin, wide and reckless, pulls at something deep in your chest.
âOi, you gonna stand there gawkinâ all day, or come closer?â he calls out, wiping sweat off his brow, his tattooed arm flexing with casual strength. Marco, perched nearby on a barrel, chuckles low.
âCareful, Ace, donât burn her with that hothead charm of yours.â
You roll your eyes but step forward, the wooden planks creaking underfoot. Aceâs dark eyes lock on yours, daring, teasing, as he pats his thigh with a smirk.
âGot a seat right here if youâre tired of standinâ.â
You hesitate, pulse quickening, but his playful tauntââWhat, scared of a little heat?ââpushes you over the edge.
âFine, hotshot, donât cry if I steal your spot,â you shoot back, striding over and sliding onto his lap with a boldness you donât fully feel. His thighs are firm beneath you, warm even through the fabric, and his breath hitches for half a second before that cocky grin returns.
âDamn, didnât think youâd actually do it,â he murmurs, voice low, his hand hovering near your waist like heâs testing the waters.
You shift slightly, feeling the heat of his skin, the faint scent of ash and sea clinging to him.
âThought you liked surprises, Ace. Or am I too much for you?â
Your words drip with challenge, and his laugh rumbles through his chest, vibrating against you.
âOh, darlinâ, youâre playinâ with fire now. I donât back down easy.â His fingers graze your hip, light but deliberate, sending a shiver up your spine.
Around you, the crewâs noise fadesâThatch whistling somewhere, Vista barking ordersâbut all you hear is Aceâs teasing drawl.
âSo, you gonna stay here all night, or you got other plans to mess with my head?â
The conversation stretches, each word a spark fanning the tension.
âMess with your head? Please, Iâm just keepinâ you grounded,â you retort, leaning back against his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up. His arm finally loops around your waist, pulling you tighter, and his lips brush near your ear.
âGrounded, huh? Feels more like youâre settinâ me ablaze.â
His voice is husky now, suggestive, and you turn your head just enough to catch his gazeâdark, hungry, but still laced with that boyish mischief.
âCareful, Ace, I might just fan those flames,â you whisper, your hand resting on his chest, fingers tracing the edge of his open shirt.
He groans softly, a sound that shoots heat straight through you.
âFuck, youâre gonna be the death of me,â he mutters, his grip tightening as he shifts you on his lap, the friction deliberate and maddening.
The world narrows to the heat between you, the slow grind of your hips against him, and his low growl of âKeep that up, and Iâm dragginâ you below deck right now.â
Your breath catches as his hand slides lower, thumb brushing the edge of your thigh, daring you to push further into this dangerous game.
⪠Baby, I can't hurt you, sure, but I'm the jealous type
1OP boys batlling a recurrent disease... jealousy
before all else, ace's part is suggestive lol. I haven't written hcs in a while so enjoy! lowercase intended.
ACE is as fiery as his devil fruit. in battle and passion. so when a stranger walks up to you in the bar, eyes swooning over you and voice smooth for you, he loses it. his body accidentally bursts into flames, that grow larger and larger with every meter he closes in. he sees the way you awkwardly decline the advances, and he knows very well it's out of your control. so he grabs the extra drink meant for you, chugs it down and slams it in front of the stranger. "we're leaving." he'd mutter, pulling you along out the small bar. and, hey, he knows you couldn't do anything. but he needs to let that steam out. so he'll ignore your apologies. not out of spite. but because you shouldn't be the one to do so. he'll make it up to you by becoming your personal heater in the evening, don't worry. i'd say be prepared for a bunch of manhandling, but i think you'd like that. freak.
"I'm hotter than him, though, right?" he's mutter, a pout on his lips as he presses soft kisses along your collarbones.
"whatever makes you sleep at night."
"oh, that's easy!" hands slither down to where you're waistband meets your skin and he starts pulling on the fabric off.
"ace!"
LAW is such a fake idgaf'er. he acts like he doesn't care when you're holding conversations with strangers in random islands you dock in, but his crew knows otherwise. how? oh, simple. he starts avoiding the problem at hand. questions left unanswered, doors locked, and gazes averted. it'll take a whole day to maybe even three before he'll start apologizing through his actions. he'll leave his long furry coats out on the open when you get cold, place his hat on your head for supervision when he's on a fight (when you so clearly are too), even going as far as using his powers to teleport you from one room to another when you unintentionally mention it.
"so, will you finally tell me why you won't even look at me yesterday?" you'd cock your head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of his hat-covered face.
"they were too persistent." he'd mutter. "I don't like other people pestering you."
"aww, you were jealous." you'd coo, making the surgeon push your face away. "look at us, we're practically married." you laugh softly, moving from in front of him to sit beside him, placing a hand atop his, resting on his thigh.
"we should hold the ceremony soon then."
"eh?"
ZORO doesn't get why you'd want to test your new weapon upgrades with a nami instead of him. what, is she suddenly stronger than he is? but he'd observe your movement, new actions, how smoother you are compared last time. and as much as he hates it, he'll start criticizing your flaws. too sloppy. didn't duck quick enough. missed an opportunity to strike back. and he'll tell you when you're done. he's petty about it. and he knows it'll piss you off. but hey, if he can't have you while training, he'll get your attention one way or another.
"not bad." his breathing's heavier, matching yours.
he's down on the wooden planks of the sunny's deck; one arm behind him, pinned down by you and your weapon aimed at his back. true to his nature, zoro did tell you about your mistakes during your little spar. tell is an understatement, he practically mocked you.
"take it back now." you grit your teeth, pushing the blunt end of your weapon against his marred back.
"take what back? you are sloppy." you give up, letting him go and letting him get up while you stood above him.
"see, you're letting your enemy off too easily."
brat.
SANJI's a soft soul. he's known to be a sweetheart, most especially when it comes to women. oh, but this girl's not giving up, is she? she's been clinging to you all day since you helped her tie her dress' bow. he'd tail you, just a few feet behind. and he can sense how tense you are when the girl links your arms, talking non stop about anything she can think of. "so, when's your butler going to stop following us?" a pout would form on her lips, almost as if begging you to shoo him away. and before he speaks, you tell her off. finally. he's been patient far too long. you wave the girl off, pulling sanji along and you're sure she's on the verge of tears even though she smiles back at you.
"ma chère. she called me your butler." he'd whine, linking your arms.
"I know, sanji."
"don't get me wrong, I'd love to serve you for the rest of our livesâ"
"I know, sanji."
"but couldn't she tell I'm your husband?"
"sanjiâ"
"I know we aren't married yet, but we will be, and it's important to me that people know off the bat we're both accounted for, even before the formalitiesâ" you cut him off with a quick peck on the lips and start pulling him towards the merry with a deadpan as he swoons over the simple gesture.
LUFFY doesn't radiate jealousy often. in fact, anyone who comes near you is befriended when he's around in a 3 meter radius. but today's different. today, even after luffy has repeatedly dragged this guy away (both subtly and intentionally), he just won't let up. but luffy has full trust you can handle your situations until you call for him. so he just sits idly by, waiting for you to act. and as much as he gets pouty and upset, he waits it out. when you come back, without the baggage of the guy tailing you around, he lights up like the sun itself.
"he's a bit weird, huh?" he'd laugh, your intertwined hands swinging as he skips beside you.
"he's a lot weird." you add and he laughs even more.
"I knew you could deal with him though, you're really cool!" he grins, squeezing your hand
SABO, as active and reckless as he is in the field, seems to have as much patience as his father figure. surprisingly enough, even with koala's constant nagging and hack's 'philosophical advices', sabo's gained enough patience to deal with them. mostly to let everything they say pass from one ear to another. so it's no surprise he deals with your admirers pretty well. in fact, he's really proud. not only did he take you off the market, he also gets to flaunt around that you took him. oh, but best believe he has boundaries set about your little sea of suitors. when a trio walks up to, no gifts in hand, just sly grins and malicious gazes, he's quick to step in before they try anything.
"sabo?"
"yes, my love?"
"hack says there's supposed to be three new recruits that need orientation."
"uh huh?" he hums, not even looking up from his newspapers.
"any chance you ran into them?" Your tone shifts, something between suspicion and tease, and he finally looks up to greet your smirk with one of his.
"no clue, deputy chief."
"don't throw that title around." he'd chuckle, lifting the papers back to his face.
"it's upside down." you'd say before leaving his office and he's quick to flip his papers around with a flush on his cheeks. "check the back field!" he'll add, a slight yell because he knows you're not far.
take 2: my google history is really interesting rn >> i feel as if i could have gone even harder with the bondage but thinking of how to position sabo is really hard.. I'M GONNA TRY AGAIN (MAYBEâNEAR FUTURE)
ty for indulging me @joyznewsletter & @ye-old-hermit-woman<3
⥠ŕžŕ˝˛ęąáŠ ŕŁŞÂ Â × Â Â âš your lil tactic to win an argument against ace ! ďš 18+ ďš
you and ace are having a silly little argument in your shared bedroom, something about him eating the last of the pudding that you'd been saving for tonight. and of course, he'd just shrugged it off with that sly little smirk of his, planting a soft kiss to your forehead â without even apologising.
and so here you are, eating his head off about the stolen dessert.
"you know i love that pudding and you know how difficult it is to get that around here!," you complain, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at him from across the room.
"baby, i know," he huffs. "it's an honest mistake. what do you want me to do?"
"well you can at least offer to go and buy more for me!"
he lets out a little whine, treading towards you with careful steps because he can feel your stare searing into him, "that'd take me so much time! like. . . hours! isn't there anything else i can do for you?"
"hmph so you clearly don't love me," you scoff, a pout forming on your lips.
"don't say that now!," he whines again, shooting you the saddest puppy dog eyes. "i love you so much!"
"not enough to go get me my favourite dessert."
"doll. . . i'm just feeling a little tired now and it's getting late so â"
ace stops himself, face flushing a bright pink, the colour reaching to the tips of his ears all the way down his neck. you even swear you see a little bit of steam emitting off the top of his head. he's just staring at you, completely enamoured with little heart eyes shooting out of his eyes.
all because you'd lifted up your top.
"is this your way of getting me to do what you want?," he pouts, burying his face in between your breasts and gently fondling the supple skin. "because it's working."
"yay!," you squeak, ruffling his hair and tugging his head back so you could look at him. his eyes are soft and needy, lips curled into that giddy smile of his.
"you're an evil woman," he says, nipping your flesh and practically using your breasts as pillows now. "using your tactics to use me."
"you said it's working so get to it," you say in a stern voice, trying your best to stifle your giggling from seeing just how smitten your boyfriend is with you (well. . . mostly your bitties right now). "chop chop. i'm not waiting forever."
"gimme a moment," he mumbles, cheeks tinted an even deeper shade. "ace junior's getting too excited and he needs to calm down."
". . .please don't call your dick that ever again, ace."
Warnings: Smut, soft dom!Sabo, dirty talk, aristocratic stereotypes, fem recieving, praise kink, mention of death, mention of slavery and torture, arranged/forced marriage, slight breeding kink - let me know if I missed one!
Also contains: established relationship, aftercare, reader is of noble heritage
Summary: Your relationship with a specific revolutionary has to end. You are a proper lady from a high class household. Your parents died and it is in your name to not let the family honor be sullied. On your big day Sabo gets you out of your noble statues and reminds you that you â in fact â rather be treated as something different than a noble lady.
Authors Note: I donât even know? This one just escalated?
Dragon knows about everything his people do. He doesnât check on them obsessively but he knows what they are up to â just in case.
Therefore he knows that his blonde revolutionary visits a town near the base or offers to help with missions on that specific island quite often.
Itâs not like Dragon minds it, Sabo gets every mission done without any trouble. Dragon can only guess what all of this might be about and by overhearing some conversations, he is most certain, that it is about a woman â and that woman is you.
Sabo isnât seeing you everyday but regularly for sure, he keeps an eye on you every now and then â basically watching over you the whole time and if heâs not able to check on you, someone else will.
Right now, he is able to do exactly that and follows you at night, watching you walk down the street â or more like running.
Your dress is a complete mess, your breath is heavy and you nearly trip over your own feet. You look over your shoulder to see where the men are that are chasing you but you forget to look in front of you again and bump into someoneâs chest.
A hand wraps around your waist rapidly and pulls you up before your body could fall to the ground. "Didnât I tell you to stay at home during these late hours?â Sabo asks in a teasing tone and tilts his head, gently pushes you near a wall and hides you with his broad figure.
You look him up and down, not believing your eyes for a second and gulp, "Sabo", you breath out with a caught voice and sigh. "Look away, love. We donât want you to see any of this,â he says, grabs your chin gently and turns your head away to the other side, "it will only be a minute,â he says before walking away.
You hear moans and groans out of pain, men coughing up and falling to the ground and from the corner of your eye you see an orange and red flame vanish in the sky.
You twitch by this kind of violence, nothing that you grew up with but something you got used to because of Sabo, everytime when it is about protecting you.
You know about him, his life and his choices and still you never thought about ratting him out. You knew each other since childhood until his so called death happened. It was your parents decision to move to another island and from one day to another â Sabo found you.
You hear his steps closer and louder until they stop right in front of you, "Hey now, no need for that worried face, hm?â he says calmly and smiles.
"Where did you want to go?â he asks and strokes over your head. "I-" you start still confused, "I just wanted to go home?â you say and blink a little too often. Sabo nods, "Fine, I will escort you home, dearâ he says politely and gently grabs your waist.
And he does, he leads you through the dark streets like a knight and makes sure the area is safe. "Do you want to talk about what you were doing out there, hm?â Sabo asks in a demanding yet calm voice. You sigh, shake your head first but you know there is no way out with him, "I wanted to find ouz some things about my parentsâ you say and gulp, your parents.
Your parents died in an accident three months ago and even though they were known for being not only terrible people but parents â you loved them.
Sabo nods, looks at you and lets you finish. "I know but I told you I will look more into it and get back to youâ he says strictly, not wanting you in any danger.
"Sabo I may be a woman but I will not allow anyone to stop me from getting the truthâ you say with a hiss and sigh and stop a little distant from your parents house.
Sabo raises an eyebrow, something was off, "Hey, little lady. Watch your tone with me, hm?â he confronts you instantly, "You know I donât care about all of that, I only want you safeâ, he says with a tone that tells you, that you should know that already.
Sabo left his family after that accident â money, aristocracy, power. You on the other hand â you stayed. It was more manipulation then anything else but still, you never left your family.
You shake you head, "It is fine, Sabo. I shall go inside now, it would not suit me to be seen with you this lateâ you say and make a step towards your home. Sabo stays silent, his hat covering his eyes slightly. "And, Sabo?â you say one more time, "Please, let me be. I have made my decision to not see you anymoreâ you say and turn away before disappearing from the conversation.
Sabo thinks, he knows you â oh he knows you just so well. He notices something was off but he is going to deal with it later but later might be arriving sooner than he expected.
He was at his desk weeks later, busy with a report and trying to figure everything out what is on his mind â everything at the same time. He didnât see you, hear from you. Itâs usually like always, you wouldnât see each other for weeks, then everyday. He doesnât let himself be kicked away like that, he is just busy.
Well, not until one of the men he asks to keep an eye on you bursts into his office and tries to catch his breath, "Sabo!â he shouts and support his hands on his knees. He doesnât talk, only breaths heavy and flat. Sabo furrows his eyebrows, "Oi, out with it. Whatâs wrong?â he asks and looks up from his papers.
"She- she is getting married. Todayâ
Saboâs eyes look at that man in shock and disbelief, "what?â he says still in trance and realizes â that is what was wrong.
"Why didnât you tell me sooner?â Sabo wanted to know, now angrily and with a lower voice. "There were no signs of planning a wedding, Sabo! She just got dressed up today out of nowhere!â
Sabo moves his face into an aggressive grimace â itâs an arranged wedding.
The blonde revolutionary doesnât respond, grabs his hat and walks out of the room.
"Sabo.â Dragon stops him before he could sprint away, "when you are done, bring her hereâ, he commands, gets an confused nod from Sabo, who jumps off the balcony and disappears.
It doesnât take him a long time, he is standing on the rooftop, looking down into your room and waiting for the maids to leave. He sees the white gown, the white dress.
The moment the maids leave, he jumps through your window and lands perfectly inside your room.
Before you can scream or make any noise, his hand lays down tight over your mouth and another wrapped around your waist.
"I am going to let go only if you stay quiet, understood?â he asks and waits until he gets a nod. He lets go, looks down on your white lingerie and notices you blushing. You grab a blanket and wrap it around your body.
"You have to leave! The maids are going to come back to help me with my dress!â you tell him and walk a step back.
"Do you even know that man?â Sabo asks and takes his hat off, places it onto your bed and looks around. "It does not signify, Sabo! He is a potential suitor. I am no woman like the others, I shall act like a proper lady! Especially for my parentâs honour. That is my duty as a lady in his heritage!â you hiss at him and make him raise his eyebrow. Sabo laughs out sarcastically.
"A proper lady?â he asks lowly and starts to walk over to you, you know what he is doing. "Sabo, stopâ you say and raise your hand at him.
"A proper lady, who allows a man like me to fuck her all around the houseâ he starts and gets closer, forces you to hit your back against the door.
"Sabo, stopâ you try again but fail, Sabo only being two steps away. "A proper lady who allows me to eat her out on the stairs, fuck her on her bed, on the floor and in the kitchen?â he says while walking closer and finally trapping you with his hands next to your head against the wall.
"Sabo, please stopâ you gulp and try to look away but he is following your eyes. "Stop? Oh, but there were nights where you were begging me not to stop, begging me for moreâ he whispers and grins teasingly. "What will your beloved husband say, the moment he realizes, that his wife is not bleeding?â Sabo asks with a fake pout, "that she so willingly bled for me, another gentleman, without even considering a marriage?â he teases you more and moves closer to your face.
"You want to marry? Then marry me, love. You shall no longer be a debutante and shall not be longer available for the marriage martâ, Sabo says darkly and plays. He knows how to play both cards, he knows how to talk to you in a way that makes you weak. He grew with the noble side, Sabo knows how to talk. This two parallels in his way of speaking, they just show his two differences so good. One to play with elegance and another to play with fifth.
"Look at me, while Iâm talking to youâ he orders, grabs your chin and forces you to look him in his eyes. "Do you want to marry that man and never see me again? Then tell me, tell me am I will never see you again, touch you againâ he wants to know and there it is again â his other side.
You exhale deeply, shake your head and feel the heat. "I canâtâ, you whimper helplessly. "And why is that?â Sabo wants to know and hovers over you like a hawk. "Because I love youâ, you choke out and try to not feel intimidated by his words. "Is he the man you so desperately want to marry?â Sabo keeps asking and looks you deep into the eyes. You shake your head again, no. "I donât want to marry him, it vexes me that it is not youâ you state and Sabo can see the tears pricking up in your eyes. "I donât want to marry that man, I donât even know himâ you say in a broken whisper and look at the revolutionary with so much hurt and pain in your expression.
Sabo simply nods, that was everything he needed to hear. "Alright, the wedding is cancelledâ he announces to you and letâs go off you. "Get dressed, Iâll be here to pick you up in ten minutesâ he says and before you are able to respond, Sabo is already out of the window again.
You do as you got told, throw on some clothes and wait for his return. It is so quiet, the silence nearly burns itself into your heart and makes you shiver. Only minutes pass and you can hear wild sounds downstairs, screams, blades and swords flying overhead and people shouting until it is deadly silent again.
You breath out with a shake and walk over to the door, silently trying to open it and see what happens out there. "Now, I donât think that would be a good ideaâ Sabo chimes out behind you and pulls you by your wrist away from the door.
Without another word he grabs his hat, you around your waist and jumps out the window, over the roofs and carries you in his arms. You are unable to speak, to think or feel anything â everything is crashing into your head at the same time.
Itâs silent between the two of you until you arrive at the base, being eyed by people and their faces showing you a confused expression. Unintentionally, you grab Sabos arm and look away from those people. You donât belong there, thatâs at least what you are thinking. Your clothes are different, your posture and walk is noticeably sophisticated.
The moment Sabo walks you into his room is the moment when you get out of your thoughts and look around â indeed different. You shake your head in disbelief, "I cannot stay in this placeâ you say with a gulp and hear Sabo chuckles. You turn around in fury, "You think this is not to be taken seriously? I am not made for this, not made for your-" you say in a shocked manner, gesturing with your arms to underline the place your are in but Sabo interrupts you.
"Made for what? For my what?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You are a wreck, your heart is pounding so hard it hurts feeling it against your chest, your stomach drops and you feel every possible emotion at the same time. "Stop it!" You cry out, stomp on the ground with your feet like a child, tears in your eyes and your hands in a fist. Your parents death, your arranged â or more forced â marriage by your relatives, Sabo, the situation. Everything.
Sabo eyes you, doesnât say a word and watches you closely. You look and you certainly act like a fragile little woman, well it is not you to blame. You are raised like that and you never have any reason to change it â but now it is different. Even though you try to stay collected, calm and strong and that not only for yourself but proving that you can indeed change â it doesnât work entirely.
You turn away from him and quickly wipe your tears. He doesnât comfort you, doesnât say anything and that shows the tension in the room. You inhale deeply while gulping down, your eyes wander around and for one second you wish they didnât. Your eyes blink in confusion as you walk closer to Saboâs desk, seeing documents, papers, pictures â everything about your parents.
"What?â you whisper in disbelief, taking different notes into your hands and scheming over the words. "Suspects executed by own enemies â trafficking and torture â slavery" you whisper while reading out. Your eyes wander to the end of the pages, seeing these reports being signed. Sabo.
You turn around with the report in your hand, "you knew..?" You ask quietly, hands shaking and muscles clenching. Sabo doesnât answer, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his body leaning against the wall â gaze lowered and eyes hidden by his hat.
"You knew?!" you screech out and breath out heavily. Sabo simply pushes himself of the wall, walks over to you and grabs another document from his desk. He silently places it on top of the one you are holding, "âRead." He says with a serious tone, eyes focussed on you with a sharp glaze. You donât know what to say, you were shocked to say the least. "I wonât do anything! Saboâ" you started furiously, the first time losing your womanly composure but get interrupted, "I said, read." He says with a low voice, his face too close to yours and while he stands still, you take a step back.
Your hands slowly lift the papers, your eyes fly over the written words on it and you gulp. You knew your parents were terrible people â but not like that. "Yes, I was there." You hear from the blonde revolutionary and your body freezes. "They made themselves a target, they enslaved people, tortured them and got them killed," he continues and watches your world collapse right in front of him. "âpeople were after them and eventually executed them, as revenge." He finishes and notices your body trembling.
"Eventually?" You laugh out quietly. "Their were hanged, lynched! Hanged by those people! Those-" you shout and look up at him. Sabo raises his eyebrow, interrupts you again, "Hey now, careful. Those what? Those slaves? Those grieving relatives? Those tortured children?" Sabo states and watches you closely. He doesnât blame you, you arenât one of his, you are still one of them â for now. He is going to change that but still, you were raised to be like that.
You shake your head no, "You know what I meant!" you breath out and drop your arms, putting the documents back and avoid his stare. It is too much. Too much intimidation, too much emotion, too much information. You are trying, trying so much to hate and love your parents at the same time but one feeling is too strong â it is in the way. The feelings from him, they make you rethink everything.
Sabo looks at you, watches you walk away from him and fighting inside. "I canât, Iâm sorry, I-i canâtâ you say quietly and pass by him â try to at least. He grabs your wrist, pulls you back which leads to your back bumping against his chest. "You have nowhere to stay but here." Sabo says and sits down on the bed, you on his lap and your head falling on his shoulder gently.
You are tired, you are emotionally unstable and he notices â of course he does because he always notices. You donât want to but your body does â it calms down while he is caressing you and kissing your neck lightly. "Nothing, Sabo. I have nothing. No family, no husband, marriage â wedding. No life" you whisper in a broken voice, your brain going totally crazy with two different worlds fighting. "I will give you all of that" he gently says, fingers brushing over your collarbone and lips stroking your jaw.
"I want quiet, my head to go silent" he breath out and try to shut your brain off but I doesnât work, not like that at least. "I will do that for you, yeah?" He whispers, softly lifts your dress and caresses your thigh with his thumb. "I still owe you a wedding night, donât I?â Sabo smirks, his grip tightening around your neck as he pushed your body against his closer. You gasp out in shock, your legs pressing against each other and your eyes widening.
"Spread them for me, will you, doll?â he simply asks, kisses your neck up and down and draws circles around your knee â waiting patiently. "Be a proper lady and spread your legs for your husband, yeah?" Sabo says in a slightly commanding tone and that alone makes your body twitch. You hesitatingly open your legs, feeling Sabo grin against your skin, "My good girl", he laughs darkly and places your legs over his to get better access.
His hands now both stroking over your sides, squeezing your hips and slowly caressing their way to the inner side of your thighs. Your breath gets heavy, your eyes closing on their own and your body arches slightly. Saboâs hand find itâs way in between your legs, his finger caressing through your folds. You gasp out in surprise, trying to close your legs as a reflex but the Blonde revolutionary holds them open with his free hand. "Proper lady, hm? You wonât deny me entrance, now would you?" He teases and lays his finger on your clit, moving them slowly in a circular motion.
"You just want to act like on of 'em, isnât that right, doll?" he whispers in your ear and feels your head turning away in heat. "All spread, wet and ready â doesnât sound like a proper woman to me" he says laughing darkly and smirks as he fastens his movement. "Sabo, Sabo- please" you mumble through breathless moans, hips buckling up to get a better chance of his touch. "You feel good?â he asks in a mocking tone, slowing down again and caressing your leg again, leaving you unsatisfied and breathing flat.
"Yes, yes please â please do it again" you whine and throw your head back more in frustration, not realising the man strengthen his grip and licking his lip. His fingers pressing themselves against your clit again and caressing it, gently rubbing that soft skin while he is watching you closely. You moan his name in pleasure while he whispers filthy things into your ear, "Just like that, you look so good when you are ruined like thatâ he hums and goes faster while biting down into your shoulder slightly.
Your head goes blank as you greedily move your hips against his fingers. Your voice grows louder and you grab his wrist for support. Sabo not being bothered by your grip starts to lick your neck, sucks on your sweet spots and feels your body twitching on top of him. "S-Sabo! Sabo I-" you cough out and clench your walls automatically while crying out. "I make you feel good, is that so, yeah?" He grins and turns your head into his direction. "Open those eyes, show me how I make you feel" he whispers against your lips and looks you deep in the eyes the moment you open them.
Your eyes widen, lips parting and legs shaking, "Sabo, pleaseâ can I pleaseâ" you cry out and weaken under his gaze. "Yes, doll. You can, show your husband what he does to you, let go for me" Sabo whispers and that is enough for you to snap and shrink in his lap, body trembling and breath getting pitchier.
You breath out while trying to calm down from the high, gulping slightly and still looking into his eyes. Saboâs hands gently placed themselves onto your hips, slightly pushing you on to your feet while supporting you with his hands. He kissed your neck, starts to open the buttons on your dress and bites his lips. Your legs were still shaking slightly and you fall against his body lightly. "Sabo.." you mumble and feel his hands shoving the dress over your shoulder, making it fall onto the ground.
"Clock just stroked midnight, love. Promised you a night, not an hour" he smiles, turns you around to face him and wraps his arm around your waist. He lays you down onto the bed, spreads your legs again and kneels in between them. His hat gets placed onto the night stand, him still being clothed does something to you.
Sabo looks down on you, watches your white lingerie and rolls his head, you can see him losing control just slightly. He kisses your ankled knee, lowers himself and hovers over you. He kisses your neck again, travels down with his lips over your body. You sigh slightly, grab his hair and close your eyes.
He spreads your legs open, hands placed on the inner side of your thighs and licks over your spilling juice. "So wet, stillâ, he whispers to himself before burying his face in between your legs. Your head throws itself back, your grip tightens and your legs try to close while Sabo teases your folds with his tongue. His soft lips massage your clit with a vibrant suck, he twirls his tongue around you as if he is starving.
"S-Sabo!" You breath out and whimper while slightly rubbing yourself against his face. "Like that, yeah?â he smirks against your drenched lips and meets your eyes. "Still feeling like a proper lady? All spread and drenched?â he says softly with an ironic tone of empathy before entering your with his tongue.
You moan out loudly and push his head back out of reflex since you never experienced more than one orgasm with him, it was never this intense. Sabo wraps his arms around your thighs, presses your body harder against his face and looks up to you, "âyou were behaving so good, donât ruin it for me, will you? Yeah?â he says lowly and waits for your response. You nod with a whine and bite your lip. "That what I thought, doll. Always so obedient when it comes to your husbandâ, Sabo replies and his hand lets go of one of your thighs only to insert it into your throbbing pussy.
His lips attach themselves to your soft skin, tongue drawing circles while his finger pumps in and out. "Oh- oh god! D-donât stop, pleaseâ 's good!â you cry out helpless and there it is â his favouriteâ your begging. You press your legs against his head and arch your back. "Tell me, dear. How does it feel?" Sabo wants to know, straightens his body slightly and inserts another finger. Your hand tries to find some sort of support with grabbing the sheets. "I, Iâm-" you moan dumb and roll your eyes back. Sabo slows down, tongue licking over his lips and teeth biting the inner side of his cheek. "Yeah? What was that?" He breathes put dark and kisses your thigh again.
You buckle up your hips, "Pleaseâ it felt so good!â you beg slightly and make him grin, lowering himself again and not only moving his fingers inside you but using his tongue again. Your body starts to tense up and your legs shake again. Sabo watches you, his lips sucking on you while his fingers curl.
You move your head in pleasure and helplessly spread your legs wider, earning a low laugh from the revolutionary. "Iâm close, Sabo- I-" you whine and move your hips up an down which he notices with you clenching. He nods simply, movements becoming messier, pace creeping up as he watches you break.
Your body snaps and your voice becomes weak, "S-sabo-" you gasp out as you ride out your high against his face and slightly fall back into the mattress. Your breath is heavy and whine in pleasure and pain.
Saboâs gaze is on you, your body trembling and your mind foggy. "So wellâ, he mumbles to himself and as you open your eyes again you see Sabo undressed. "Sabo.." you whisper and try to move away from him slightly. He smirks, follows your movement until you are at the top of the bed and have nowhere to go.
He looks down on you, his cock slightly â teasinglyâ caressing your sensitive clit. You gasp surprised and throw your head back. "T-too much, SaboâŚ" you whine and close your eyes. "Is that so? Then I should stop, should I not?â he says mockingly and backs off. You cry out in desperation because even though you try to resist, your body canât.
"Tell me, dollâ, he says in a commanding tone, positioning himself inbetween your legs. "Tell me what you want me to do to that wet pussy of yours, hm?â Sabo breaths out and watches your reaction to his words. You moan out and lift your hips, shaking your head in disbelief. "I can stopâ he reminds you and is now hovering over you slightly.
"Be a good wife, tell me what you need me to do" he smirks with a chuckle and grabs your chin to look at him. "Sabo, please.." you try and whine out but he clicks his tongue dismissively, "Say. It.â, he insists and that does something to you. "Sabo pleaseâ fuck me, please" you cry quietly in a breathless whisper. "I didnât hear you, what was that, doll?", he provokes and smirks. "Please, please Sabo fuck me, please!" You beg desperately and before you are able to finish your sentence he already pushes inside of you roughly.
Your back snaps up and you moan out loudly, whimpering while feeling his cock pulsing inside of you. "Thatâs what I thoughtâ he laughs out darkly, "a proper lady wonât let me spread her legs like thisâ, he continues, hand around your thighs and thrusting inside of you rapidly, "wonât let me fuck her dumb like this, isnât that right, yeah?â he grunts slightly and throws his head back.
"Tell me you want this, be a good wife, tell me you like me using you like thisâ, Sabo moans lowly and looks down on you. You nod frequently, tears burning in your eyes. "I- I like it, love you inside!" you reply crying and arch your back more.
"Good girl, fuck" he breaths out and watches himself going in an out. "Such a good wife, so obedient.â His way of talking had you in a daze and he feels you clenching around him. "You wanted that, didnât you? Wanted a husband like a proper lady, gonna give you all of that, whatever you wishâ, Sabo growls and grabs your thighs tighter, speeds up his pace and pushes himself deeper into you.
"Tell me you know, tell me you know what a good wife you are for me" the blonde revolutionary demands and just by the way he is handling you â you do exactly what he wants. "I- I know" you stutter out and move your hips against his greedily.
Sabo places his hand on the wall and straightens up, directly over you like a dragon. "Put those legs up, let me feel you deeperâ he whispers lowly and you obey, hands around your legs and lifting them up. Your mind is blank, body already twitching and moans getting louder.
"You look so good like this, good looking wife" Sabo praises and makes you whimper desperately. "Tell me you knowâ he says as he thrusts into you deeper. "I k-know, saboâ you manage to get out and open your eyes, looking at him ruined.
Sabo looks at you, his thrust getting more forceful and rougher. "You are more than this, doll, yeah?" He grunts with a angry tone, "More than a wife, more than a just a lady" he growls between thrusts and bites his lip. "You know that, right?â he asks darkly and pulls out completely only to ram himself back in. Your lips part and you scream slightly out of pleasure. "You know, youâre more than all of that, tell me" Sabo grunts purrs out and earns a weak nod, "y-yes" you choke out.
Your walls clench around him and you lose your control to hold it any longer. "I feel you, feel you close, you want to let go, yeah?â Sabo asks while moaning and feels his body tensing up. "Sabo, Sabo please â I need to-" you moan our abrupt and widen your eyes. "Fuck, just like that, dollâ â "give it to me, give it all to me, will you baby?â Sabo encourages you. "Where do you want me, doll? Where do you want your husband?â Sabo asks teasingly and watches you melt. "I-inside, Sabo please, I-i need you, please!â you beg with a loud cry.
Sabo grins, licks over his lips and fastens his space, "Yeah? Want me to fill you up?â he asks cocky and that is enough to let the knot inside of you snap and finally ride to your own high with moving your hips against his.
Sabo growls loudly and realises himself into you, thrusting his cum into you and watches your tremble, "all of it, doll. Take all of your husband" he breathe out and carefully pulls out. You whine with the emptiness inside and let your head fall to the side. Your body shakes, legs still tensed and trembling. Sabo gently straightens them and caresses your skin while breathing out heavily.
He gives you a moment, cannot help the smirk on his face while watching you being ruined underneath him. "Shower, hm?â, Sabo asks gently and tilts his head. You nod â barely noticeable. His hands carefully help you stand up, guide you into his bathroom and support your body into the shower.
Sabo lets the water run and kissed your neck with his soft lips, "You are okay, yeah?â he gently smiles and strokes your hair. You sigh pleased and lean against him a little more. He massages your head carefully with shampoo in his hands, rinses it out with soft movements.
Sabo turns you around and leans you against the wall before grabbing some lotion and rubbing it over your sensitive body. He caresses your waist, gently your breasts and goes down to your thighs. The blonde man in front of you wants to show how much he appreciates your body, not only in the pleasuring manner but in a admirable one.
"Why," you breath out and gulp to gather some energy. "Why are you so steady?â you ask with a confused tone. Itâs the way he is standing in front of you, guiding you through the room, holding you. It is fair to say that no one taught you anything about the body you live in, god forbid about the body of a potential husband. Sabo smirks amused and laughs out, "I have more stamina than you, prettyâ he replies with a chuckle. You tilt your head, why does he have more than you?
"I train everyday, I fight and you donât, nothing to worry, yeah?â he reassures and turns the water off after cleaning you with soft movements. "Hm" you say in thoughts and feel him wrapping a towel around your body. "Hey now, I will teach and tell you everything you need to know and want to know, yeah?" he says and kisses your forehead, holds you close and guides you out of the shower. You smile and chuckle.
"I will make every decision of yours worth choosing it, I promiseâ he states and dries your hair with an additional towel and kisses your head.
Sabo carries you like a husband carrying his bride into the bed and sits down next to you. "What about you?â you ask quietly as your eyes close. "I am going into the shower now and will be right back. Sleep and rest, we will talk about everything tomorrow, hm?â he whispers against your lips and kisses them with a breath.
You smile and answer something inaudible for him before falling to sleep which makes him laugh quietly and watch you for a while until he stands up and goes to shower quickly, thinking about you still â his lady.
ŕ¨ŕ§ MONKEY D. LUFFY crashes into you every night with the force of a boy who doesnât care about consequences. your hips are where his face ends up half the time. your breasts, the rest. he sprawls over your body until heâs half-melted into the mattress, whispering the dumbest things with the most serious tone. your skin is always touched, his fingers twitching in sleep, palm splayed over the swell of your ass or curved around your ankle. you never sleep cold.
ŕ¨ŕ§ RORONOA ZORO never means to fall asleep on top of you, but it happens more often than it should. youâll be beneath him still half-dressed and catching your breath, then heâs out cold, cheek against your chest, one arm heavy across your waist. heâs so heavy but sosososo warm too. when you move, his grip tightens instinctively. a knee slides between your thighs. if you wake up with your thighs sore or neck kissed raw just know that itâs all his fault and he wonât ever apologize. he sleeps with his back warm against your chest if you climb on top of him and make it happen. if your hand trails lower, he groans through his nose and tilts his hips into your palm without ever opening his eyes.
ŕ¨ŕ§ VINSMOKE SANJI kisses you until he falls asleep. your shoulder, your cheek, your mouth, the inside of your thigh whatever he reaches first. you lose count after twenty. he holds you close enough to feel the shape of his morning hard-on pressed between your ass cheeks before dawnâs even threatened the horizon. he breathes heavily against your neck, his thick dark lashes twitching against his collarbones, his lips brushing skin with every exhale. if you wear anything to bed he will take offense. muttering about your cruelty. eventually begs for just a little taste. the man moans in his sleep. he dreams with your nipple between his fingers, your hand on his zipper. he always wakes before you and gets hard all over again from the sight.
ŕ¨ŕ§ PORTGAS D. ACE humps your ass in his sleep. you swear you arenât making it up. he wraps himself around you, dick half-hard against your back, mouth open against your shoulder, and if you shift even a little, heâs grinding. slow, mindless. sometimes groaning. your name drawn out like heâs still halfway in a dream. he drools. he kisses your spine. he slides his hand under your shirt and forgets to take it out before he passes out entirely. he never means to be this handsy. itâs just what happens. he falls asleep mid-cuddle and wakes up naked, legs tangled with yours, your inner thighs slick and sticky. sometimes he wakes up already inside you. sometimes, he asks if he can fall asleep that way on purpose.
ŕ¨ŕ§ FLAME EMPEROR SABO tries his best to be polite. he starts on his side of the bed, keeps his hands to himself. but you wiggle your hips once and suddenly heâs hard. he whispers sweet nothings against your neck. filthy nothings. nothings that make you press back into his chest and let him rut against your ass until his hips stutter and your sheets need changing. when he finally falls asleep, itâs on your chest. face nuzzled into the softest part of you, arms lazily cradling your waist, cock still twitching. you fall asleep with his cum still dripping out of you more often than you should.
ŕ¨ŕ§ TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW pretends youâre the problem. heâll make a sarcastic remark when you climb into his lap, but heâs already half-hard from the idea of you falling asleep with your tits pressed against his chest and your mouth buried in his collarbone. he sleeps cold until you touch him. then heâs flushed. he pretends not to notice when your breathing changes. when your thighs clench. when your hand starts sliding down your own belly. his fingers replace yours before you even finish. heâll push two inside and tell you to keep quiet so he can sleep. he wonât sleep until youâve come on his hand and whined his name twice. maybe three times. then he sleeps just fine.
ŕ¨ŕ§ EUSTASS KID passes out after sex, always. heâll come so hard he blacks out on top of you, panting into your neck, hand still fisting your hair. when he sleeps, he holds you tighter than he did when he was making love to you. he presses your spine to his chest, mutters about how good you felt. how he wants more. he sleeps rough. he will kicks, spread out and sweat but he never lets you go. if you wake him up with your hand between his thighs, he groans into your hair and lets you do whatever you want, cock already hard before his eyes even open. he always returns the favor. even if he has to flip you over with one arm and rut between your thighs in the dark.
ŕ¨ŕ§ SHANKS falls asleep with your breast in his mouth. your nipple sore by morning. he kisses you slow until you moan and then groans into your mouth like youâre the best thing heâs tasted in years. he fingers you lazily under the sheets. presses your knees open with his thigh and lets you rock against his palm until you come. then he wipes his fingers on your thigh and kisses your shoulder goodnight. shanks sleeps with you on top of him. face pressed into your cleavage. hand on your ass. in the morning, heâs ready to go again before youâve even opened your eyes.
ŕ¨ŕ§ CROCODILE never intends to sleep with you draped over him, but your body ends up there anyway. he touches you lazily while you settle. fingers brushing your breast. knuckles teasing your lips. his hook nowhere near the bed. his cock, however, is nestled between your thighs with purpose. he doesnât do you every night, but he makes sure you go to bed wet. if you fall asleep before him, he whispers filth into your ear until you whimper and roll into him. if you beg, he ignores it. if you donât, he rewards you. he wonât admit to caring how tightly you hold onto him, but he never leaves first.
ŕ¨ŕ§ DONQUIXOTE DOFLAMINGOâs body stays wound tight long after heâs come. his hands roam even in sleep. thumb rubbing lazy circles over your nipple until it stiffens again. he sleeps in silk or nothing. prefers you naked, demands it, really. he tangles you in his limbs and doesnât let go, even when you shift. when he eventually finally falls asleep, heâs a mess of heat and sweat and flushed skin, nose buried in your hair, one hand between your legs, still pressing you open in his dreams.
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