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[krushing]

the beam of fatherhood hit zoro

One Piece (2023-) DEER AND LOATHING IN DRUM KINGDOM

[madswritesstuff]

Sanji who watches as you smear chapstick onto your lips

Sanji who then dramatically exclaims about just how chapped his lips are

Now, you could offer him the chapstick itself, but you’ve learned by now, that that only gets you a whiny, pouting boyfriend.

So, you have to lean in to press your lips to his- purely so his lips won’t be chapped anymore, obviously.

Sanji who walks around with no longer chapped lips, and a lovesick grin on his face for the rest of the day

Bonus points if you decide to wear lipstick and ~somehow~ manage to cover every inch of his face in a matching shade…

Just a silly little idea I got at work and wanted to share, since I haven’t posted in a while :)

[beefandcorn]

are you worried

About what? But yeah

[opshizt]

yall idk how to explain it but that is LITERALLY and CANONICALLY monkey d. luffy

[jasi-jx]

𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗘 & 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦

Late night drinking on the deck with Zoro

Contents: drinking, dry humping

author’s note: I might do a part two of this soon I’m working on it

The sea was unusually still. The only sounds were the rhythmic creaking of the wood and the gentle lap of the dark sea against the hull. Up on the grassy deck, the moon cast long shadows, illuminating the lone figure leaned back.

Zoro looked up as you approached, his single eye tracking your movements. He didn't say anything, but he shifted slightly, making room for you between his legs. A half empty bottle of sake sat nestled in the grass beside him.

"You’re late," he grunted, though there was no real annoyance in the accusation.

He picked up the bottle, took a long pull, and then held it out to you. As you took a sip the sharp burn of the alcohol warmed your throat. When you handed it back, your fingers brushed his skin. He was warm compared to the breeze.

Zoro didn't take the bottle back. Instead, he reached up, his large hand cupping your jaw. His thumb, rough from years of gripping a katana, traced the line of your lower lip.

"Come here," he murmured.

He didn't wait for you to move. He pulled you down into his lap, his arms wrapping around you. When he kissed you, you could taste the sake on his tongue.

One of his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against the hard planes of his chest. You could feel the steady, powerful thrum of his heart against your back. Zoro let out a low, satisfied growl against your lips, his grip tightening as if he were trying to pull you right into himself.

He pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy. "Don't think about going back below deck yet," he whispered, his voice a rough, delicious rasp. "The bottle isn't empty. And neither am I."

The bottle of sake was forgotten for a moment, the heat of your bodies against one another. One hand came to anchor the back of your head while the other pressed into the small of your back, urging you closer.

He shifted his weight, leaning back against the mast to pull you fully into the space between his thighs. The friction of your clothes against his own felt exciting. You teased, rocking your hips against the tent in his pants. A sound left Zoro’s lips, a mix of a growl and a sigh as you began to move against him.

Every time you rocked your hips into his, his grip tightened, his fingers digging into your hip bones. He didn’t say much but the way his breath hitched and the way he arched into the contact told you everything you needed to know.

"You're trying to drive me crazy," he rasped against your ear, his voice so deep it felt like a vibration in your own lungs. He nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, his hot breath tickling a little. "We’re on watch, remember?"

Despite his words, he didn't pull away. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the sake bottle, taking a quick, sharp swig before pressing the cool glass against your lips. You drank, the liquid fire fueling the heat already pooling in your gut.

When you pulled away, a stray drop of sake tracked down your chin. Zoro didn't let it go to waste; he caught it with his tongue, his gaze dark and fixed on yours. He adjusted his seating, hitching you higher so the friction of his hips was more direct, more intense. The steady rhythm of the ship felt like it was syncing with the movement of your bodies.

Zoro’s head fell back against the wood of the mast, his single eye fluttering shut as he let out a jagged breath, his hands sliding down to squeeze your thighs, keeping you pinned to him.

"Stay," he commanded, his voice a rough whisper as he pulled you back down for another bruising kiss. "The sun isn't allowed to come up yet."

[lowkeycasanova]

absolutely

[strawhatdemons]

synopsis: marrying zoro and he gets handed spicy polaroids of you before the wedding

it’s hours before you walk down the aisle to your husband to be, zoro, and you miss him oh so dearly. you haven’t seen him all day. not being able to see him, kiss him, it’s truly agony. what a stupid rule, that you can’t see your partner before your ceremony! though you can’t see him, he’ll be seeing you.

you, robin and nami came up with a plan to keep him on his toes until the ceremony, maybe even make him a little bashful.

it was time for the first one, nami walked over to zoro while he was in a heated conversation with sanji and handed him a small paper before swiftly walking away. he looked at it, confused before realizing it wasn’t a small paper. it was actually a spicy picture of his wife-to-be.

zoro’s eye widened and his cheeks grew rosie as he immediately tried to hide the polaroid image of you in his coat pocket. sanji caught a glimpse of the picture and had to be carried away by usopp.

“nami,” zoro whispered at her, “where did you get that?”

“why? want more?” she poked at him, “don’t worry i’ll give you another.” she reached in her clutch and pulled out another one before scurrying away.

he saw it and panicked, as this one was more racy than the last. he tried not to look at it too much because he dint want to get an awkward boner, so he swiftly put it with the other one in his pocket.

if i stay away from nami, she can’t hand me any more sexy pictures. sounded like a good plan to him. and it was, at first.

he was actively avoiding nami, so she genuinely couldn’t hand him any more. he stood next to the bar, relieved that he was no longer getting teased by you. well, relieved until robin’s hand bloomed from a rocks glass holding a polaroid of your fully nude body. he grabbed it quickly so no other eyes could see and stuffed it in his pocket. in that moment he knew it was impossible to not see you before the ceremony, so he set out to find you to relieve this built up tension. after all, it’s your wedding, and rules were meant to be broken.

[bad1dimagines]

[lowkeycasanova]

you done staring?

roronoa zoro x strawhat!reader

Plot: you have a dream about Zoro, and now your heart won't stop acting like it knows something you don't

The air was warm and still, heavy with the smell of the sun in the earth. Somewhere in the distance, the cicadas droned about, their rhythm steady and unhurried, as if the world decided nothing urgent would happen today.

You stood across from Zoro in a wide clearing, your feet firmly planted. Zoro rolled his shoulders once, loosening them, swords already in hand like it was an extension of his body rather than something he carried.

"Again," he said in a low voice, almost bored.

You tightened your grip, adjusting your stance just as he corrected a hundred times before. The weight of being watched settled over you. Zoro never missed anything.

You moved first.

Metal clanged as your weapons met. The sound was clean. You pushed forward and the momentum carried you into a second strike, then a third. Zoro met each one with ease and his feet shifted with minimal effort. He didn't look rushed. He never did.

“You’re telegraphing,” he muttered, stepping inside your guard.

“I’m not,” you shot back, breath already coming faster.

He huffed-a sound that might’ve been a laugh if anyone else made it.

You lunged again, determination overriding caution. This time, Zoro twisted at the last second, his foot hooking around yours. The world tipped.

You felt the sudden, stomach-lurching sensation of losing balance, the sharp intake of breath that came with it. Then-

Impact.

The ground rushed up, but it wasn’t the hard collision you expected. Instead, you landed against something solid and warm. Your palms pressed instinctively against his chest, feeling muscle shift beneath your hands. The scent of him-steel, sweat, something distinctly Zoro-filled you senses.

Silence.

Your heart slammed against your ribs, loud enough you were sure he could hear it. You realized, belatedly, that you were damn near straddling him, one knee in the dirt on one side of his hips, a leg on top of his, and your face far too close.

Zoro stared up at you, one brow lifting slowly. His expression was unreadable-annoyed, maybe, but calm. Entirely too calm for the position they were in.

“…You done staring,” he said at last, voice dry as sandpaper, “or are you waiting for me to move?”

Heat flooded your face in an instant, burning all the way to your ears.

“I-I wasn’t staring,” you blurted, the words tumbling over each other.

His mouth twitched. Just barely.

“Uh-huh.”

You tried to scramble back, mortified, but he chose that moment to sit up, pushing himself off the ground with one arm. The movement brought them closer for a brief, breathless second-close enough that you noticed the faint scar near his collarbone, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his eye flicked down before snapping back to your face.

Your breath caught.

“Careful,” he muttered, already shifting you aside as he rose to his feet. “Next time, don’t fall like an idiot.”

He reached down, offering a hand like the moment hadn’t just short-circuited your brain.

You took it.

Darkness.

For a moment, that was all there was-thick and endless, pressing in on your senses. No sun. No voices. No field. Just black.

Your eyes were open.

Your heart slammed violently against your ribs, each beat loud enough to drown out your thoughts. It took you a second to realize you were awake, lying flat on your back in your bunk, the familiar creak of the ship faint beneath you. The darkness slowly softened as your vision adjusted, the outlines of the ceiling emerging piece by piece.

You didn’t move. You couldn't.

Your body was tense, every muscle wound tight as if you’d been running. Your chest rose and fell unevenly, breath shallow, while your mind replayed fragments you didn’t want to acknowledge.

You done staring… or are you waiting for me to move?

Your face felt warm even now.

You swallowed, staring up into the dimness, willing your heartbeat to slow. It was just a dream. A stupid one. Random. Meaningless. Sure, dreams had reasons, at least, this one didn't. That’s what you told yourself.

Still, the question lingered.

Why him?

Zoro was… Zoro. Blunt. Annoying. Always asleep, training, drinking, or getting lost. You’d never looked at him and felt anything beyond mild exasperation or respect for his strength. He wasn’t someone your thoughts drifted toward in the quiet moments. He wasn’t someone your mind should’ve conjured so vividly in the dark.

You turned your head slightly, letting out a slow breath.

It didn’t matter.

By the time the sun came up, you told yourself, it would feel ridiculous.

****

It didn’t.

Sunlight spilled across the deck in pale gold ribbons as you stepped outside, the sea stretching endlessly around them. The ship was quiet in that early-morning way.

And then you saw him.

Zoro was leaned against the railing, one knee bent, arms crossed over his chest. One eye was closed, the other half-lidded, as if he was resting without actually sleeping. His swords were within reach, as always. The breeze tugged at his hair, lifting a few strands loose.

Your steps slowed.

Without realizing it, you stared.

The image from the dream returned- his voice, his smirk, the heat of proximity-and your chest did something strange. A light, fluttering sensation bloomed beneath your ribs, unfamiliar and unsettling.

You done staring…

Your breath hitched.

You turned sharply, intent on walking away, and nearly smacked into the ship’s mast.

“Shit!” you cursed under your breath, covering your mouth.

Zoro opened his eye. A low sound came from behind you.

“You good?” he asked, voice rough with sleep.

You straightened instantly, forcing a laugh that sounded far too bright. “Of course. Never been better.”

He looked at you for a moment, unimpressed, gaze lingering just long enough to make your skin prickle. Then he huffed and closed his eye again, apparently accepting the answer.

You did not look back.

As the day went on, the feeling didn’t fade.

It followed you-soft and persistent. When you heard his footsteps. When you caught sight of him training. Even when you thought about him, your heart betrayed you with that same ridiculous flutter.

It made no sense.

You’d never had a crush on Zoro. Never blushed around him. Never felt your stomach twist when he was near. And yet now, you found yourself noticing things you’d somehow overlooked. The way he carried himself like nothing could knock him off balance. The faint smell of alcohol that lingers around him. His hands, rough and steady. The heaviness of his lashes-you never realized how long they were until now.

It unsettled you enough that you started avoiding him.

You took different paths across the deck. Sat farther away. Left conversations early if he wandered too close. It wasn’t intentional at first-just instinctive, like your body was reacting before your mind could catch up.

Zoro noticed.

He always did.

From his spot near the rail, he watched you dodge past him one too many times, your gaze flicking away whenever it caught his. His brow furrowed slightly.

Tch.

He couldn’t remember doing anything to piss you off.

And for some reason, that bothered him more than it should have.

[ballard96]

[saterise]

In a other life we’re waiting for a bus together 👒 🎩 🔥

[lowkeycasanova]

I’m on my way to work and had to pick my jaw up from the floor in the process

[lowkeycasanova]

Mark your calendars for March 10th, 2026!!! Ahhh I’m so excited!!

via onepiecenetflix on instagram

[lowkeycasanova]

pink meets punk

Regina George x Rodrick Heffley

circa 2008

I’ve been seeing the edits of this ship all over tik tok and it’s giving me an itch I need to scratch

The scent of vanilla perfume and freshly straightened hair lingered through the halls of North Shore High. Lockers slammed, flip phones snapped shut, and someone down the corridor was playing Fergie too loud from their iPod Nano. It was 2008, and Regina George was still the sun everyone orbited around- bright, blinding, and just a little bit dangerous.

Her heels clicked across the tile as she passed, pink Juicy Couture bag swinging against her hip, her glossy lips curved in that trademark smirk that made freshmen part like the Red Sea. It was Wednesday, which meant pink, obviously- a soft cardigan that shimmered under the fluorescent lights and a short skirt that caught attention like it was meant to.

She was halfway through her morning victory lap when she saw him.

Black hoodie, ripped jeans, his hair was messy like he tried to fix it halfway and it somehow worked. The shirt he wore- Löded Diper- seemed more like a bad joke than a band and was faded like it had been through the wash too many times.

He was leaning against a locker, talking to some guy, smirking like he owned the place even though he definitely didn’t.

He noticed her before she noticed him- or at least he thought he did. One second, he was nodding absently at whatever the band kid was saying, and the next, his brain short-circuited.

Holy crap. That was her.

He’d heard about Regina George- every rumor, every story, every whispered warning.

When his eyes met hers, his smirk faltered for half a second-then came back, stronger. He said something quick to his friend and brushed him off, straightening up just enough to look casual before he pushed off the locker and stepped into her path.

When he walked up to her, she barely glanced his way- just that flick of the eyes, the kind that measures you and finds you…almost interesting.

"Hey, nice school." he said, leaning against a locker. "You all come with matching lip gloss, or is that, like, a membership thing?"

Her mouth curved into a smile, sharp and precise. "It’s called style. You wouldn’t understand."

His elbow immediately slipped off the shiny surface with a clank that drew a few glances. He caught himself before falling and played it off with a cough.

"Right,” he said, grinning like he hadn’t just embarrassed himself. "I'm more of a low-maintenance kind of guy."

"I can tell." she gave him a once over. "Where'd you crawl out of? Hot Topic?"

He grinned. "Garage. I've got a band. We’re playing in my-uh, at the skating rink next Friday. Real punk vibes. We've got better music than whatever bubblegum you listen to."

Regina let out a quiet laugh. "I don't do garages."

Rodrick, she later learned his name, just shrugged. "Then maybe it's time you try. You look like you're overdue for some fun."

"What? Are you going to serenade me or something?"

Rodrick froze for a second, his mind flipping through possible responses like an old CD skipping tracks.

Rodrick straightened up, feigning confidence. Uh-I mean, if you’re lucky, yeah."

"Mm. Maybe I’ll check it out." she said, her voice coated in honey.

"Cool." Rodrick said, trying to sound smooth, but his voice cracked halfway through.

Regina’s smile sharpened. “You’re adorable,” she said, but it wasn’t a compliment.

Rodrick stood there for a beat, hands in his pockets, a half-smile tugging at his lips.

She's definitely into me.

[salvatore--girl]

Need a relationship that looks like this

[postnuclearophelia]

Sometimes knowing spoilers for shows is more fun cause u get to spend the show being like how the fuck does that even end up happening ..

[lowkeycasanova]

Can I request a Luffy x reader (they’re not together, but it hints something) where they find a baby just floating around in the sea, and have to take care of it until they see an island? Idk I can just see the crew being really shocked of how surprisingly good Luffy is at caring for babies..idfk😭😭(I rlly hope this makes sense bc i’m NOT good at requesting😭😭)

Safe for now

luffy x reader

The Sunny drifted lazily across a calm stretch of sea, the kind of afternoon where the air was warm and the waves gentle. You leaned over the railing, letting your mind wander, when something bobbing in the water caught your attention.

At first, it looked like a piece of driftwood, nothing unusual. But as it floated closer, you frowned.

“…That’s not wood,” you murmured, leaning out a little farther. It looks like… a basket?

Curiosity prickled at you. A basket just drifting in the middle of nowhere? You squinted, trying to see if it carried anything.

Then the waves tilted it just enough for you to glimpse what was inside.

Your breath hitched and your stomach twisted.

Your heart jumped. “Everyone-! Come here, quickly!”

The urgency in your voice was enough to make the entire crew snap to attention. Chairs scraped, footsteps thudded. Nami, Usopp, and Chopper were the first to gather around you at the rail.

"What is it?" Nami demanded

"Please don't say it's a sea monster." Usopp whimpered, clinging to the rail.

Chopper scrambled up beside you, eyes wide. "What do you see?"

"There's a baby in there!"

You leaned out desperately, hand stretching uselessly toward the bobbing basket. It was too far; you’d never reach it.

Nami clamped a hand over her mouth, visibly paling. "No way..."

"A BABY?!" Usopp shrieked so loudy that it startled you.

Chopper's eyes went huge. "Out here?! All alone?!"

But before panic could set in, Luffy bounded over. His hands rested lazily on the railing, tilting his head trying to piece together why you all were freaking out. He took one glance in the water and with zero hesitation, his arm shot out, stretching long and thin across the waves until his hand scooped the basket up cleanly. In one smooth tug, he reeled it back to the deck, plopping it safely onto the wood.

“Got it!” he said brightly, as though catching babies out of the sea was an everyday chore. A girl, indicated by the pink bow on the little hair she had.

The bundle squirmed, and then a piercing cry split the air.

The sharp wails seemed to rattle the Sunny's deck. The sound pulled the rest of the crew in. Sanji with a towel slung over his shoulder, Zoro with his usual disinterest, Franky and his heavy footsteps, Robin, and Brook.

Sanji’s brows knit the moment he caught sight of the basket. “What’s going on here?”

Usopp threw up his hands, eyes bugging. “There’s a baby! A real baby! Just-just floating out of the ocean in a basket! And now it’s crying and-and-what do we even do?!”

Franky gave a low whistle, arms crossing. “That’s super strange, even for us.”

Zoro crouched down beside the basket, squinting like the baby might somehow explain herself. He shook his head. "Don't look at me. I don't know anything about this."

The wailing only grew louder. Nami’s patience snapped. She whirled on Luffy and smacked the back of his head. “Idiot! You were way too rough pulling her out."

“Oi-!” Luffy yelped, clutching his skull. But then, miraculously, the baby’s cries cut short. Wide watery eyes blinked up at the group… and then, out of nowhere, a bubbling giggle spilled out.

"Hm?" Luffy tilted his head, as if nothing about the situation was out of the ordinary.

Brook tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Yohoho! It would seem the baby enjoyed Nami-san’s… ah, disciplinary approach. Perhaps you should strike Luffy-san again?”

“WHAT?!” Luffy squawked.

Nami, grimacing, smacked him again anyway. Once more, like clockwork, the baby stopped crying-tiny shoulders shaking with delighted laughter.

“…You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Usopp groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

The laughter didn’t last long. Another shrill cry rose into the air, enough to make Robin sigh softly, her expression thoughtful. “Perhaps it’s not Luffy at all. She might simply be hungry.”

Sanji straightened up, his whole expression shifting as if waiting for a cue. "Leave it to me." He adjusted the towel slung over his shoulder. "I'll prepare the perfect meal for a delicate little lady."

You watched him stride towards the galley, his steps quick and determined, when a blur of brown fur slipped past you.

"Sanji wait! You can't make her normal food. She's only about a year old!" Chopper scurried after him, hooves pattering against the deck.

Sanji waved him off. "Of course I know that." But Chopper still chased him through the doorway, the sound of their voices fading behind it.

That left the rest of you gathered around the basket. You looked down at her tiny scrunched-up face, your chest tightening. Poor thing-whatever her story was, she didn’t deserve to be left out in the middle of the ocean like this.

And the crying didn't help. Your nerves felt like it was stretched as tight as a violin string.

Usopp threw his hands into the air. “This is bad! This is really bad! We can’t take care of a baby-what if she needs… baby things?! Like bottles, or toys, or- or whatever else babies need?!”

“Calm down, Usopp.” Robin’s voice was steady, though her eyes lingered on the squirming child. “Panicking won’t help. We need to think rationally.”

“Rationally?!” Usopp’s voice cracked. “We’ve fought sea monsters, Marines, and Warlords of the Sea, Robin—but none of that compares to this! This is a whole different level of danger!”

Franky puffed out his chest before flexing both arms. “Don’t sweat it, we’ll just build whatever she needs! Cribs, toys, high chairs-I can whip it all up easy!”

Nami rounded on him, fury flashing in her eyes. “Are you insane?! Where would we even put all that?! We are not turning the Sunny into a daycare!”

Zoro crossed his arms. "“You’re all overreacting. It’s just a kid. Feed it, let it sleep, what more does it need?”

Nami’s fist snapped across his head so fast you almost missed it. “You absolute moron, babies are not that simple!”

“OW! What the hell was that for?!” Zoro barked, clutching his head.

Brook knelt closer to the basket, tilting his skull as the baby hiccupped between cries. “Yohoho… if only I still had milk to offer. Oh, what a shame, I don’t have any organs.”

"You're not helping at all Brook!" Usopp shouted.

You pressed a hand to your temple, trying to block out the chaos. The baby’s face had gone red. She needed calm, and instead she was surrounded by pirates arguing at the top of their lungs.

Then Luffy crouched down, utterly unfazed by the panic around him. He peered into the basket, his wide grin softening into something more gentle. “Don’t cry, okay? We’ll take care of you.”

To your utter shock, the baby’s cries softened into whimpers the moment his voice reached her.

The crew fell silent. All eyes turned to Luffy. His smile widened, almost proudly, though his tone stayed matter-of-fact. "Hehehe, she likes me.

****

Over the next day, the crew found itself with a new routine.

Trying to feed her was the first challenge. Half the crew hovered uselessly around her. Usopp had given it an attempt but when the spoon reached her mouth, she sneezed and the oatmeal splattered across his shirt.

“GYAAAH!” Usopp shrieked, staggering back. “So gross!”

The crew erupted. Brook slapped his knee, Franky bent over laughing, and even Zoro's lips curved.

The baby’s sudden giggle only made Usopp flail harder, trying to wipe himself down with a rag. “Don’t laugh! She’s dangerous!”

Luffy didn't mind at all. He took her out the chair, scopped her up, and sat cross legged without any hesitation and held the spoon like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Here," he said, voice light and playful. "Say aah!"

She took the food from him and Luffy grinned, rocking her a little when she kicked her feet happily.

You lingered close by, offering the hold the bowl steady or wipe the mess from her cheeks, but more often than not, he'd flash you a quick smile and say, “I got it already.” And he did-laughing when she smeared food across her face, humming when she reached for his hair, balancing her with that strange ease he seemed to have.

He played with her the same way—stretching his fingers out like rubber bands just to make her squeal, letting her grab his hat (though only for a moment, because he’d snatch it back with a sharp, “Careful, that’s mine!”), even lying on the deck with her perched on his chest while she tugged at the fabric of his vest.

That evening, the Sunny rocked gently beneath a moonlit sky. The baby had finally been tucked into a makeshift crib Chopper and Franky threw together, lined with spare blankets. Exhaustion weighed heavy on the crew, and one by one, everyone drifted off into their own corners of the ship.

You weren’t sure what woke you at first. Maybe it was the faint sound of shuffling, or the whisper of a hinge creaking open. You sat up, eyes adjusting to the dim glow of lantern light. Instinctively, you made your way to the room where the baby was staying.

Empty.

Your chest lurched and panic ran through your veins. Your eyes scanned the room frantically until your feet made you run out onto the deck.

You stopped in your tracks because there, bathed in the silver moonlight, was Luffy. He stood with the little girl nestles against his chest, her tiny fists curled into the fabric of his vest. His arms created a soft cradle and his touch was gentle, careful, and protective. His straw hat was tipped back as he rocked her slightly with a rhythm that was natural, seeming to soothe her.

She stirred a soft whimper but the moment his voice rumbled, "Shh, it's okay," she settled back as if nothing else in the world existed.

You froze in the doorway, warmth spreading through you like a tide. Something tugged at your stomach, a fluttery ache you couldn't quite name. It wasn't just the sight of him holding her, but the way his grin softened into something quiet. It was the way it made you feel-like you were seeing a side of him that no one else saw.

For a moment, you simply watched, caught between awe and something deeper. Something you weren't ready to say out loud.

Luffy glanced up then, catching sight of you lingering in the shadows. His smile widened, just a fraction.

"She was restless." he said simply, like it explained everything, gesturing with a small nod for you to join him. His voice was soft enough not to disturb her and he didn't seem to realize how your heart had leaped at the sight of him.

You swallowed, stepping closer, unable to fight the smile tugging at your lips. "I think she likes you the best."

He chuckled quietly, glancing at the little bundle in his arms.

You hesitated a moment longer before padding across the deck and lowering yourself beside him. The wood was cool beneath you, the night air heavy with salt, but sitting so close, all you felt was warmth radiating from him.

“She looks so peaceful,” you murmured, glancing at the tiny face pressed against his chest.

Luffy grinned down at her, his thumb brushing clumsily over the blanket she was swaddled in. “Yeah. She likes it out here."

For a while, you both just sat there, listening to the soft rhythm of the waves. Then your chest tightened with the thought that had been hovering at the edges all day, and you finally said it out loud.

“…You know we’ll have to stop at the next island. We can’t keep her.”

Luffy was quiet, eyes still fixed on the baby. His grin didn’t fade exactly, but it softened into something different-thoughtful, almost reluctant.

You nodded, though it hurt more than you expected to admit. “We’ll find the authorities. Someone who can take care of her properly. It’s what’s best for her.”

He hummed low in his throat, shifting the baby a little higher against his chest as though the idea of letting go made him instinctively hold her tighter. “Still… she’s part of the crew right now.”

That made you smile despite the heaviness pressing against your ribs. "I knew you were gonna say that."

The baby stirred again, a small sound slipping past her lips, and Luffy shushed her gently, pressing his cheek against the top of her head. He looked so uncharacteristically careful in that moment it made your throat tighten.

“We’ll leave her safe,” he said firmly, his voice sure in the way it always was when he made up his mind. Then, quieter, almost to himself: “But… I’ll kinda miss her.”

Your heart gave another painful flutter, because you knew you would too.