This blog is supposed to be about Lolita and anime. But let's be real it's almost full of whatever my current obsession is. It does have my outfits and some drawings. Current obsessions: Chopper/Zosan/One Piece
Tony Tony Chopper is the baby of the Straw Hat Pirates. Every single crew member will spoil him rotten and protect him at all costs. Luffy will stretch himself across the Thousand Sunny and let Chopper bounce on him like a trampoline. Nami will buy him the cutest clothes or sew them herself if the crew is on a budget. Usopp will entertain Chopper with tall tales and jokes for hours when heâs bored or feeling sad. Zoro will personally give Chopper a bath and wrap him up in a towel like a burrito. Sanji will make time to prepare Chopperâs favorite desserts for him to enjoy every night after dinner. Robin will sprout extra arms and tickle Chopper while sheâs reading or doing something else. Franky will build Chopper a cool toy robot for him to play with. Brook will sing to Chopper or play his violin if he has trouble sleeping or woke up from a nightmare. Jinbe will act like Chopperâs dad, imparting advice onto him and covering his ears when the rest of the crew gets drunk and starts making bawdy jokes.
Chopper is a baby cinnamon roll who is only 1 apple tall, and the Straw Hats will destroy anyone who dares to hurt their cotton-candy loving doctor or make him cry. Forget Zoro; if any of them gets their hands on you for mistreating their special little guy, youâll be wishing for the sweet release of death.
Chopper may not necessarily want to be coddled or treated like heâs not capable of pulling his weight as a crewmate or a doctor, but he loves the attention he receives and he appreciates how loved and cherished he is by his friends. It heals his broken heart after spending years being ostracized by his parents and the villager for something he canât control. That unconditional love boosted his self-confidence and allowed him to accept himself for who he is.
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By this point in his life, Sanjiâs body has been conditioned to never let him sleep past five am unless heâs sick or actively dying. But occasionally heâll find himself waking up even earlier than that, or sometimes never being able to fall asleep in the first place. And since Sanjiâs never seen the point of lying around when thereâs work that could be done, heâll rise and get started on his day, even if that means beginning it at ass oâclock in the morning.
In the past, this has never been an issue; itâs not like Sanjiâs disturbing anyone while working in the kitchen, and while his crewmates are of course sympathetic to his insomnia, they let him deal with it in his own way. At most theyâll offer to take on some of Sanjiâs other daily chores, or ask if he wants to take a nap laterâboth of which Sanji always declines, because his inability to sleep doesnât need to be anyoneâs problem but his own.
Of course, that was before he and Zoro were (officially) romantically involved. Now every time Sanji canât sleep and tries to start his day early, he ends up in a protracted battle with the stupid marimo to get him back into bed, which usually goes something like this:
âThe hell are you doing up at this hour?â Zoro asks when he comes down from the crowâs nest to find Sanji in the kitchen one morning at four am, already starting on the dayâs breakfast prep.
âI could ask you the same thing,â Sanji replies smoothly, even as he keeps his gaze firmly down on his cutting board. Because this is not the first time theyâve done this song-and-dance, and Sanji knows that if he sees the fond, exasperated concern in Zoroâs hazel-grey eye, heâs liable to be guilted into compliance like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Which is so fucking ridiculous it makes Sanji want to kick himself.
âIâm the night watchman; Iâm supposed to be up,â comes Zoroâs voice from somewhere behind Sanji. âYou, on the other hand, are the cook, and youâre supposed to be sleeping.â
âWell, I couldnât sleep,â Sanji says, steeling himself for the part he knows always comes next and telling himself firmly that he will not be coerced into going back to bed this time. He wonât.
But even though heâs ready for it, Sanjiâs breath still catches when Zoroâs arms wrap around him from behind, his sturdy bulk pressed all along Sanjiâs back while his lips brush the nape of Sanjiâs neck.
âYou should go back to bed, curly,â Zoro murmurs, voice low and warm in a way that has Sanji fighting not to melt. He has to remind himself that this is not an impromptu show of affection from the swordsman, but rather a calculated move that needs to be countered.
âWhy?â Sanji asks, finishing up the dice on his current onion and reaching for another. âIâm not going to be able to fall asleep anyway, I might as well be up.â
âBecause your body needs to rest, and even just lying down quietly in the dark is better than nothing,â Zoro replies. The tip of his nose traces along the curve of Sanjiâs ear before he drops a soft kiss to the sensitive spot just behind it. Sanjiâs body, traitorous sack of shit that it is, shivers in response.
âWhere the fuck do you get off lecturing me about sleep, Mr. âin bed at four, up by sevenâ?â Sanji attempts to snap, but the complete lack of anger in his tone renders it rather ineffective.
âI nap,â Zoro points out, in between a trail of slow, sweet kisses down the column of Sanjiâs neck that he refuses to acknowledge are making him go weak at the knees. âYou donât. So Iâm still better rested than you are.â
âFuck off,â Sanji tries to say, but the curse gets lost on a gasp when Zoro fucking nuzzles into his neck with a soft pleading noise and goddamnit. God fucking damnit, Sanji hates him.Â
âI canât just abandon these onions,â Sanji concedes with an irritable huff, slamming his knife down against the cutting board. âBut if you leave me the fuck alone for now then I will⊠Take a nap with you later.â
âMmm,â Zoro hums, considering. âPromise?â
Sanji sighs. âYes, you manipulative bastard. I promise.â
He can feel the victorious curve of Zoroâs smile against his neck. Fucking asshole.
âOkay,â Zoro says, pressing one final, lingering kiss to Sanjiâs nape. âDeal.â
Pairing: Roronoa Zoro (OPLA) x Fem!Reader
Genre: Rom-com, found family, domestic fluff
Summary: Roronoa Zoro survived the East Blue and the Grand Line, but he might not survive a little reindeer with a match-making agenda. When Chopper decides the crew needs a "Mommy" and "Daddy" to keep the infirmary running, Zoro finds himself accidentally playing along until a very public slip of the tongue confirms his secret feelings for you in front of the entire ship.
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Part 2, Part 3 (final)
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The morning sun on the Going Merry is always too bright for a man who stayed up late sharpening steel, yet Zoro is already mid-squat on the grassy deck. His muscles corded under the weight of his massive barbells, but there was an added weight today that made the sight borderline ridiculous.
Chopper is perched precariously on Zoroâs shoulders, his tiny hooves dug into the green haramaki. He is wearing a miniature version of the same belly-warmer, and his face is twisted into a comical imitation of Zoroâs legendary scowl. Every time Zoro grunts, Chopper lets out a small, high-pitched huff to match.
I am sitting just a few feet away, the medical chest open in front of me. The salt air was bad for the dried herbs, and I am meticulously reorganizing the glass vials of herbs and bundles of sage.
I try to focus on the inventory, but the rhythmic thud of Zoroâs training is distracting. I glance up just as Zoro shifts his weight. He looks like a mountain of scarred bronze, but his expression remains flat and unbothered by the creature clinging to his neck.
"You are going to give that reindeer a concussion if you keep bouncing him around like a sack of flour," I said, not looking up from my ledger.
Zoro doesn't break his rhythm. He reaches the bottom of a squat and held it.
"Heâs fine. Heâs training to be a warrior, not a delicate little flower like you."
I snap the lid of a vial shut with a sharp click.
"I am a doctor, Zoro. If he falls and cracks his skull, I am the one who has to stitch it back together while you stand around looking confused."
Zoro finally stands up straight, the weights clanking as he settles them. He purposely steps closer to my workstation, his shadow falling over my carefully arranged herbs. With a sudden, deliberate motion, he lets one end of the heavy bar drop. It hits the deck with a bone-jarring thud just inches away from a bundle of rare chamomile.
"Watch it, you moss-headed idiot!"
I jump to my feet, my hands ball into fists at my sides. Zoro looks down at me, trailing his eyes from my face to the herbs and back up again. There is no apology in his gaze, only a provocative glint.
"The deck is for training. If you want a quiet place for your weeds, go find a library."
"This is a ship, not a gymnasium. Some of us actually do work that involves saving lives instead of just swinging pieces of metal around."
Zoro huffs, a short sound that might have been a laugh if he weren't so stubborn.
"You call nagging and poking people with needles work? Iâve seen more intensity from a sleeping cat."
I step into his personal space, and my head tilts back to meet his eyes. He doesn't move an inch. He smells like sweat, salt, and whetstone oil. Behind him, Chopper is looking back and forth between us.
Chopper isn't scared of the shouting. Instead, he is watching the way Zoroâs hand had tightened on the bar. His knuckles are white, and the way the swordsman hasn't looked away from me for a single second.
"One more weight near my medicine, Zoro, and I will start charging you double for every bandage I waste on your head."
"You couldn't handle me if you tried."
Zoro turns his back to me, but as he walks away, Chopper catches the small, nearly invisible smirk tugging at the corner of the pirateâs mouth.
--
The sun is high, and the humidity of the Grand Line was beginning to turn the air into a thick, invisible blanket.
I am in the middle of grinding dried roots into a fine powder when Chopper bursts into the infirmary. His tiny hooves clatter frantically against the wooden floorboards, and his eyes are wide with what looks like genuine panic.
"Y/N! It is an emergency! A terrible, life-threatening emergency in the crow's nest!"
I drop the pestle, my heart skipping a beat. Chopper is a capable doctor, so if he is this distressed, it must be grave.
"What happened? Is it Luffy? Did Sanji cut himself?"
"No! It is Zoro! He has a massive, jagged splinter lodged deep in his skin! He is trapped up there and cannot move! Please, you have to help him before it gets infected!"
I grab my medical bag and a roll of clean gauze, sprinting out of the room. I don't even stop to question why a man who fights with three swords is incapacitated by a piece of wood.
I scramble up the rope ladder. My breath is catching as I reach the small, circular room at the top of the mast. When I heave myself over the ledge, I expect to see Zoro pale and bleeding. Instead, I find him leaning back against the wall, one leg crossed over the other, staring out at the sea.
"Where is the wound?"
I am gasping for air, my face flushed from the climb. Zoro looks at me with his flat and unimpressed expression. He slowly raises his left arm and pointed to a microscopic red dot near his elbow.
"Chopper said it was an emergency."
I stare at the tiny scratch. It is barely a break in the skin, a minor irritation that will not even bother a toddler. I look back at the trapdoor where Chopperâs hat was just visible before he quickly ducks away.
"You have to be kidding me. A life-threatening splinter? I climbed eighty feet for a papercut?"
Zoro huffs, shifting his weight in the cramped space. The room is tiny, and with the two of us inside, our knees are almost touching. The scent of sandalwood from his sword oil and the sharp tang of his sweat fills the small enclosure.
"Chopper insisted. He said your medicine was the only thing that could save my arm."
"He lied because he is a sentimental little fuzzball, and you let him because you are too lazy to climb down yourself. Give me your arm."
I grab his wrist with more force than necessary. His skin is hot and rough, calloused from years of gripping steel. I begin to dab a bit of antiseptic on the tiny mark, my movements jerky with annoyance.
"Stop squirming, you big baby."
"I am not squirming. Your hands are just shaking because you are worked up over nothing."
"I am worked up because I have actual patients to tend to, Zoro. Not pretend injuries for overgrown swordsmen who want a nap in the shade."
"Then leave. Nobody is holding you here."
Zoro doesn't pull his arm away. In fact, he leans forward slightly, and his chest nearly brushes against my shoulder. The bickering continues for an hour, a sharp back and forth about his reckless training and my supposedly overbearing medical advice.
I spend far too long carefully wrapping a bandage around a wound that didn't exist, simply because the quiet weight of his gaze makes it impossible to look away. Zoro grumbles about the waste of gauze, but he never once tells me to stop.
--
One late evening, the galley is thick with the smell of Sanjiâs seafood stew and the humid afternoon air of the Grand Line. I walk into the room just as the rest of the crew is gathering around the long wooden table.
Chopper is hunched over a piece of scrap parchment, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth in deep concentration. He is clutching a set of borrowed colored pencils, scribbling with a level of intensity usually reserved for formulating antidotes. Nami leans over his shoulder, her eyes widening as she took in the artwork.
"Chopper, that is quite the masterpiece. Is that us?"
I move closer, peering over the navigatorâs arm. The drawing is crude but unmistakably clear. In the center stood a tall, green-haired figure with three black lines representing swords. Beside him is a tiny, antlered brown blob wearing a pink hat.
On the other side is a figure with long hair, wearing a white coat and clutching a very detailed medical bag. It is clearly a portrait of Zoro, Chopper, and me.
"It is a family portrait!"
Chopper beams with pride. He points a hoof at the green figure and then at the one in the white coat.
"That is Daddy Zoro, and that is you! I want to make you my Mommy so the three of us can stay together forever in the infirmary!"
The room goes dead silent. Luffy stops chewing his meat mid-bite, and Sanji drops a wooden spoon into the sink with a loud splash.Â
I feel the heat rush to my face, turning my skin a shade of red that rivals the sunset. At that exact moment, the galley door swung open, and Zoro strolls in, lifting a bottle of booze to his lips. He takes a long, casual swig just as Chopper repeats his declaration with even more enthusiasm.
"I decided today! I am going to be the son and you two will be the parents!"
Zoro suddenly doubles over, a violent coughing fit seizing his chest as his booze sprayed across the floorboards. He slams his mug onto the table, his eyes wide and watering.
"What did you just call her?"
I turn on him instantly as my embarrassment is boiling over into a sharp, defensive anger.
"Zoro! What have you been telling him during those morning training sessions? Did you put these ridiculous ideas into his head?"
Zoro wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his face darkening with a rare, flustered scowl.
"Me? Why would I want a brat and a nagging doctor following me around for the rest of my life? You are the one who spends all day coddling him and feeding him cotton candy. If he thinks you are a mother, it is because you act like a hovering hen!"
"I act like a professional! You are the one who lets him sit on your shoulders like a toddler!"
"It is for his balance training! Maybe if you werent so busy organizing your little jars of dirt, you would see that your constant fussing is what gave him this crazy idea!"
"My jars are medicine, you ungrateful mosshead! And don't you dare blame me for your lack of boundaries with the crew!"
Zoro steps closer, his shadow looming over me, but his voice lacks its usual bite. He looks at the drawing on the table and then back at me, his jaw tight.
"Fine. Tell Chopper no if he bothers you so much."
I look at Chopper, who is now staring at us with watery, hopeful eyes, and I find the word 'no' completely stuck in my throat. Zoro huffs, turning away to hide the fact that he is just as speechless as I am.
--
The air in the infirmary was heavy with the medicinal scent of crushed eucalyptus and the faint, bitter tang of fever-breaking tonics. It has been a grueling thirty-six hours since we docked at the island of Vira, and the local swamp flu has spared almost no one on the ship.
Chopper is slumped over a stool in the corner, his small chest rising and falling in a deep, twitching sleep. I am not far behind him. My eyes burn with every blink, and my fingers are stained a dull yellow from peeling medicinal bark.
I stand up to fetch a fresh basin of water. My knees are cracking loudly in the silence of the night. As I pull the heavy wooden door open, the cool ocean breeze hits my face, and I find myself staring directly at a pair of black boots.
Zoro is sitting on the deck, leaning his back against the infirmary wall. Wado Ichimonji is resting across his lap, and a sharpening stone is in his hand. The rhythmic shing sound of the blades stopped the moment the door creaked.
"You are still awake."
I lean against the doorframe. My voice sounds raspy and thin to my own ears. Zoro doesn't look up at first. He continues his slow, methodical stroke along the steel.
"I am the lookout tonight. Someone has to keep watch while the rest of you play with your tinctures."
"The lookout is supposed to be in the crow's nest, Zoro. Not sitting directly outside the doctor's office like a gargoyle."
Zoro finally lifts his gaze. In the moonlight, his green hair looks almost black, and his eyes are sharp and unblinking. There is a weight to his stare that feels more protective than any sword.
"The air is better down here. Go back inside and get some rest before you pass out and become another patient."
"I have two more doses to prepare. I do not have time for a lecture from a man who sleeps through thunderstorms."
I turn back into the room, leaving the door slightly ajar to catch the breeze. I manage to sit at my desk, but the moment I begin to reach for a vial, my head dropped onto my crossed arms. The exhaustion is a physical weight, pressing me down into a dreamless void.
A few hours later, a soft scuffling sound wakes me. I don't open my eyes, but I feel a thick, heavy fabric being draped carefully over my shoulders. It smells like sea salt and expensive sword oil.
A large, calloused hand brushes briefly against my temple, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear with a gentleness that feels completely alien to the swordman.
I hear a tiny gasp from the corner. Chopper has woken up and is peering over the edge of his stool.
Zoro freezes. He looks at Chopper, then at me, and then back at the little reindeer. He brings a finger to his lips in a sharp, silent command for the little doctor to stay quiet.
Chopper nods vigorously, a wide, knowing smile spreading across his furry face. He watches as Zoro quietly retreats back to his post outside the door, settling into the shadows to continue his silent vigil. To Chopper, it is the final piece of the puzzle. The Daddy is looking after the Mommy, just like he is supposed to.
--
The atmosphere in the galley was a chaotic symphony of clinking silverware, loud laughter, and the sizzle of Sanjiâs masterful cooking.
The Going Merry was tossing gently on the evening swells, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted meat and spicy curry. Luffy is currently engaged in a high-stakes tug of war with Usopp over a particularly large piece of ham, while Nami is trying to protect her orange juice from being knocked over by the commotion.
I am sitting at the far end of the long wooden table, my head props up by one hand as I try to navigate a bowl of soup. The exhaustion from the previous night still clings to my bones like a heavy fog.
"I don't like the green ones! They taste like the swamp!"
Chopperâs high-pitched protest cuts through the noise, causing Sanji to spin around from the stove with a spatula in hand.
"Eat your vegetables, Chopper! They are essential for a growing reindeer, and I spent an hour seasoning them just for you!"
"But they are too big! I cannot chew them properly!"
Chopper turns his pleading, watery eyes toward Zoro, who is sitting right next to him.
Zoro looks like he would rather be anywhere else on the planet. He is halfway through a bottle of booze, and his eyes focus intently on the grain of the wooden table as if it held the secrets to the universe. He has been unusually quiet since the incident in the infirmary. His typical stoic mask pulls tight over his features. He clearly wants to finish his meal and retreat to the deck for a nap, but Chopper is now tugging insistently on the sleeve of his white shirt.
"Daddy Zoro, please! Tell Sanji to take them away!"
Zoro stiffens at the title, his knuckles turning white around the handle of his mug. I see his jaw clench, a muscle leaping in his cheek as he tries to ignore the collective "aww" that ripples through the crew.
Luffy is giggling behind a mouthful of rice, and Nami is hiding a smirk behind her hand. The domestic pressure in the room is rising like steam in a pressure cooker. Zoro looks at the kale, then at the crying reindeer, and then finally at me. For a split second, our eyes meet, and the memory of the blanket and the soft touch against my temple flashes between us.
He looks back at Chopper, his patience finally snapping under the weight of the crew's expectant stares and his own tired mind. He leans over, his voice dropping into that deep, authoritative rumble he usually reserves for combat commands.
"Stop whining about the grass. If you are going to be a brat about it, go ask Mommy to cut them into smaller pieces for you."
The silence that follows is so absolute that I can hear the distant creak of the shipâs hull. It gets worse from the first time Chopper called us his parents.
The clatter of forks stops. Even Luffy freezes, a half-chewed piece of meat hanging from his mouth. Sanji drops a plate, the ceramic shattering against the floorboards with a sound like a gunshot. I feel the blood drain from my face before rushing back with enough heat to make my ears ring.
Zoro is still leaning toward Chopper, his hand frozen mid-air. It takes exactly three seconds for his own words to register in his brain. His eyes widen, and the tips of his ears turn a deep, vivid shade of scarlet. He slowly turns his head to look at the rest of the table.
"What did you just say, mosshead?"
Sanjiâs voice is a low, dangerous hiss, but it is quickly drowned out by Luffyâs boisterous, ear-splitting laughter.
"Mommy! He called her Mommy! Does that mean we are having a wedding on the ship? Can I eat the cake?"
Usopp is howling, slapping the table so hard that his water glass tipped over. Nami is leaning back in her chair, a triumphant, wicked grin on her face as she watches Zoroâs composure crumble into a million jagged pieces.
"So that is what you two were doing in the crowâs nest," she says, her voice dripping with mock innocence.
I want to disappear. I want the ocean to open up and swallow the Going Merry whole. I look at Zoro, expecting him to shout or draw a sword to defend his honor. Instead, the fearsome swordman just stares at his booze. His face is so red it looks like he might actually combust. He doesn't look at me. He doesn't look at anyone.
"The booze is too strong," he mutters, his voice cracking slightly as he stands up so fast his chair flips over.
He storms out of the galley without another word, the door slamming shut behind him with a definitive thud. Chopper looks at me, his eyes wide and shimmering with pure, unadulterated joy.
"See? I told you it would work!"
I bury my face in my hands, listening to the crewâs relentless teasing, knowing that my peaceful life on this ship had officially come to an end.
--
The cool night air on the deck of the Going Merry does very little to soothe the heat still burning in my cheeks.
After the chaos in the galley, I need to breathe something other than the scent of Sanjiâs cooking and the sound of Luffyâs relentless laughter. I find Zoro leaning against the railing at the far end of the ship, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight. He isn't training. He wasn't sharpening his swords. He is just staring at the black water, his shoulders uncharacteristically tense.
I walk up beside him, the wood of the railing cold beneath my palms. For a long minute, neither of us speaks. The only sound is the creaking of the masts and the distant, muffled cheers still coming from the galley.
"That was a very bold career change for an ex-pirate hunter."
I don't look at him, but I can feel his heavy gaze shift toward me. Zoro lets out a breath that sounded like a growl caught in his throat.
"Chopper was crying. My brain was fried from the lack of sleep. It was a slip of the tongue."
"A slip of the tongue that convinced the entire crew we are getting married, Zoro. Sanji is currently looking for a priest, and Luffy thinks the wedding cake is going to be made of meat."
Zoro shifts his weight, his hand tightening on the hilt of Shusui.
"I will handle them. I will tell them I was delusional from the fever."
"And what about Chopper? Are you going to tell him he was dreaming too?"
Zoro finally looks at me, his eyes searching my face with an intensity that makes the teasing words die in my throat. The dry, sarcastic mask he usually wore was gone, replaced by a raw, grounded vulnerability. He looks like a man who has finally cornered himself.
"Chopper wants a family. I cannot give him that by myself."
I take a step closer, my heart hammering against my ribs. The space between us vanishes, and the scent of sea salt and sandalwood is suddenly overwhelming. I reach up, my fingers brushing against the rough, scarred skin of his jaw. He doesn't flinch. He doesn't pull away. He leans into the touch, his breathing hitching just for a second.
"If you want me to be the Mommy, Zoro, you have to ask properly."
A smirk finally tugs at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes remained serious.
"I think I already said enough for one lifetime."
I don't give him a chance to retreat into his stoicism. I lean in, my lips meeting his in a brief, firm kiss. It is salt and heat and months of unspoken tension finally snapping. It is the confirmation he was too stubborn to ask for. When I pull back, his expression is completely blank, his eyes wide and glazed as if he had just taken a direct hit from a cannon.
"Consider that your official appointment."
I turn and walk back toward the infirmary, leaving him standing paralyzed by the railing.
The next morning, the "peace" of the Straw Hat crew was nonexistent. As sitting on the deck with Chopper, who is happily eating his breakfast, I watch Zoro across the ship. He is trying to lift his weights, but every few seconds, his hand wanders up to his mouth. He traces his lower lip with his thumb, his gaze lost somewhere in the clouds.
"Zoro! Is your lip bleeding? You have been touching it for three hours!"
Usopp shouts from the rigging, his voice echoing across the deck. Zoro jumps, nearly dropping a hundred-pound barbell on his foot.
"Shut up, Long-nose! I am checking for... for a splinter!"
"A splinter on your mouth? Did you try to eat the crow's nest?"
Nami joins in, leaning against the mast with a knowing, predatory grin. Even Luffy starts poking at his own face, trying to mimic Zoroâs dazed expression.
"Maybe Mommy y/n bit him!"
Zoro growls, his face turning a shade of red that outshone the morning sun. He spends the entire day in a state of flustered distraction, his hand constantly returning to his lips as if he were trying to preserve the ghost of the kiss.
Every time our eyes meet, he quickly looks away, but he doesn't stop touching his mouth, and he certainly doesn't tell Chopper to stop calling me Mommy.
It seems that, for once, the most stubborn man on the Grand Line has finally accepted a defeat he doesn't mind losing.
May I request aged down! strawhats with overwhelmed reader. The strawhats were hit with a devil fruit leading them to be 7-10 ish (keeping the same age gaps they already have so franky, robin and brook are still older) Reader finds them all adorable but thereâs a lot of children now running around. Just fun shenanigans all around
Love this!!! Theyre all so cute as kids :')
Hope you enjoy!
Daycare Dawn
One Piece x Reader â Aged Down!Straw Hats
You blinked slowly.
Then again.
Then again, just in case the sun was playing tricks on your eyes.
â...Okay. Deep breaths,â you murmured, crouching down in front of the small crowd of miniature pirates now staring up at you with the exact same expressions as the fully grown Straw Hats you knew and loved. Just...shorter. Rounder. With missing baby teeth and too-large clothes.
In front of you stood your crew. The strongest, weirdest, loudest found family youâd ever had.
Only now?
They were all children.
â(Y/N),â tiny Robin said calmly, her oversized cowboy hat slipping to one side of her head. âYou appear to be panicking.â
âIâm not panicking,â you lied, kneeling down and pressing your hands to your cheeks as your eyes swept across them again.
There was 7-year-old Chopper sniffling, wrapped in a t-shirt that now draped over him like a cape. He looked like a plush toy you could find in a gift shop.
There was 9-year-old Usopp who already had stick-on stars and bandaids plastered all over his cheeks, doing ninja moves behind you because he thought you werenât watching.
Zoro and Sanjiâ11, both of themâwere glaring at each other with identical disgust, the former already trying to sneak a training weight under his shirt and the latter attempting to pull a cigarette out of his pocket only to find a lollipop instead.
âOh no,â you muttered, looking to Luffy next.
The 9-year-old boy was in the middle of climbing the mast like it was a jungle gym. â(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Look what I can do!â he called, hanging upside down from the crowâs nest, grinning like a maniac. âIâm gonna jump!â
âYouâre gonna whatââ You sprinted to catch him, only for his rubber body to bounce harmlessly off the deck like a living beach ball. He cackled as he rolled in a circle.
Nami, age 10 and furious about it, stomped over to you with her arms crossed. âDo you know how long it took me to grow out of this hair phase?! I look like a dandelion!â
You opened your mouth to respond but froze as a clunk clunk echoed from the stairs.
Franky had arrived.
Sixteen-year-old Frankyâbarely out of braces and with an unfortunate blue fauxhawk haircut you would later learn was a "daring phase"âgrinned at you from ear to ear.
âYO! This is SUPER!!â he shouted, attempting to flex his scrawny arms. âCheck out these noodle guns!â
Your soul quietly left your body.
Robin, the most composed of the group at ten years old, patted your shoulder gently. âYou appear to be experiencing emotional collapse. Thatâs understandable.â
âThanks, sweetheart,â you replied, weakly.
And thenâskeletal violin screech.
Brook poked his head out from the kitchen doorway, still a skeleton (as ever), but somehow⊠younger? If a skeleton could be âyouthful,â Brook was pulling it off. He even seemed to be standing a little straighter.
âIâd offer to babysit,â he said, bowing dramatically, âbut as you can see, Iâm bone-tired! Yohohohoho!â
You tossed a dishcloth at him. âYouâre not helping!â
âOh, Iâm not helping,â he said with a wink you could feel in your bones.
You dragged both hands down your face.
So, to recap: Some weird Devil Fruit user hit your crew with an ability that aged them down. Not mentallyânot entirely. They still acted like themselves. But there was definitely a whole lot more chaos, tantrums, and bursts of uncontainable child energy going on than usual.
And you were the only one unaffected.
Which meantâ
â(Y/N)!â Chopper cried, tugging your pants leg. âI accidentally turned into my heavy point and crushed Sanji!â
âIâm fine,â came a muffled voice from under the couch. âBut I think my nose is broken. Again.â
You sighed. âOkay. Right. New rule: No transforming without warning me first.â
â(Y/N)!â Usopp yelled from the upper deck. âCan I ride the cannon?â
âNo.â
âToo late!â
A BOOM shook the ship as a puff of smoke exploded from one of the Sunnyâs cannonsâfollowed by giggling.
Robin sat on a crate, already reading a book. âI took the gunpowder out,â she explained. âFigured that might be necessary.â
You dropped to your knees and clutched your head. âThis is fine. Everythingâs fine. Iâve definitely babysat this many children before. This is just like that time I watched Chopper, Nami, and Usopp for ten minutes and no one lost a limb. Same vibe.â
âTechnically,â Robin mused, âUsopp did sprain his ankle.â
âRobin.â
âJust saying.â
Franky ran by in platform shoes he made out of tin cans.
Sanji was making tiny, child-sized bentos.
Zoro was napping on top of the fridge.
Brook was serenading himself in a mirror.
Luffy was trying to fit an entire watermelon in his mouth.
And you⊠you were going to need a nap. And snacks. Lots of snacks.
But despite the chaos, the wild energy, and the feeling of being totally overwhelmed by this whirlwind of tiny terrorsâ
You couldnât stop smiling.
Because damn it⊠they were adorable.
--
You stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, hair tied back, and a growing mountain of sandwich triangles before you.
It had taken you ten minutes to realize that child-sized Straw Hats had the same appetites as their adult counterpartsâwhich was to say, limitless.
âOkay,â you muttered, lining up the last few plates on the counter like you were preparing for war. âPeanut butter and jelly. Tuna. Egg salad. Ham and cheese. And⊠a few veggie ones. For balance. I am a god.â
You turned just in time to see Luffyâs wide eyes peering over the counter like a cartoon character, hands gripping the edge.
âAre those⊠sandwiches?â he asked, voice trembling like heâd just seen the One Piece itself.
âTheyâre not even fancy ones,â you said, lifting a plate.
âI donât care.â Luffy looked on the verge of tears. âTheyâre beautiful.â
And just like that, the feeding frenzy began.
Within seconds, your kitchen was overrun.
Zoro was casually grabbing ham-and-cheese sandwiches two at a time, his mouth too full to speak but still managing to grunt his approval like a tiny caveman.
Sanji, despite his age regression, had a pinky up while eating a cucumber sandwich, face flushed as he muttered, âYou cut the crusts off⊠(Y/N), you care so much it hurtsââ
Nami had claimed an entire plate of egg salad sandwiches and was sitting cross-legged on the counter like a tiny queen. âYouâre getting a tip after this. I'm budgeting it in.â
Robin, who you swore had never smiled wider than this, calmly took a bite of a veggie sandwich. âYou have excellent knife skills,â she praised. âThese are perfectly symmetrical. I feel respected.â
Chopper made a noise somewhere between a squeal and a gasp, eyes sparkling. âThereâs peanut butter in my mouth and in my heart,â he whispered reverently.
You were dangerously close to melting into a puddle of goo.
Usopp had stuffed his cheeks so full he looked like a chipmunk, dramatically flopping to the floor. âIâve been reborn,â he declared. âThis is my new origin story.â
Brook, despite being a skeleton and physically unable to eat, took a plate and sat politely at the table anyway. âI canât eat it,â he said, holding the sandwich tenderly. âBut itâs the thought that nourishes my soul. Yohohoho!â
Franky took one bite, froze, then immediately built a cardboard shrine in your honor out of old cola boxes. âThis is the most SUPER sandwich Iâve ever had!â he shouted, fist raised. âI will protect this kitchen with my life!â
âI only used white bread and sliced meatââ you started.
âDIVINE BREAD,â Luffy insisted, eyes wide with awe.
âYou toasted the edges?â Sanji whispered. â(Y/N). Marry me.â
âIâm too old for you right now,â you shot back, flicking his forehead.
âIâll wait.â He clutched his sandwich like a declaration of love.
Zoro looked up, crumbs clinging to his cheek. âWhatâs a âmarryâ?â
You opened your mouth to explain, but Luffy had already shoved another sandwich in his mouth and mumbled, âItâs when you get extra snacks forever.â
âOh. I wanna marry a sandwich.â
âYou are a sandwich,â Usopp muttered, still collapsed on the floor.
You stood in the middle of the chaos, watching them eat and laugh and yell over one another, with little jelly fingerprints smudging the counter and sticky mouths smiling up at you like you were some kind of hero.
And, yeah.
Okay.
Maybe this was a nightmare for some people.
But watching these tiny versions of your crewâyour familyâtear into simple sandwiches like they were sacred relics?
Yeah. You could handle this.
Even if you were now officially the Mom, Dad, Cook, Babysitter, Emotional Counselor, and Occasional Jungle Gym of the Straw Hat Pirates.
You didnât mind.
You were smitten.
--
âGUYS,â you yelled from the deck, holding a dish towel and looking absolutely unhinged, âI NEED FIVE MINUTES. JUST FIVE. MINUTES.â
So far, your afternoon had included:
28 sandwiches distributed.
14 sandwiches dropped.
2 sandwiches stuffed into your pockets âfor later,â according to Usopp.
And 1 tiny Brook playing the violin dramatically in the background the whole time like your life was a telenovela.
You were beginning to think the Devil Fruit that did this to them hadnât just reversed their ageâit had amplified their chaos.
â(Y/N)!â Luffyâs voice rang out like a gunshot. âWATCH THISâ!â
You turned.
Too late.
He had launched himself off the side of the Sunny using one of the cannons as a springboard, aiming for⊠something? A fish? A cloud? The concept of fun?
Either way, he was headed straight for the sea.
âLUFFYâ!â
Your heart dropped.
You sprinted to the edge of the ship and dove after him without thinking. The ocean rushed up to meet you, your arms cutting through the water as you spotted a flash of red and rubber beneath the surface.
One firm grip on the back of his vest later, and you hauled a very soggy, still-laughing Luffy back onto the deck.
He spat out a mouthful of seawater and beamed at you.
âThat was AWESOMEâ!â
You flicked his forehead so fast, even he blinked.
âNo. More. Launching. Yourself. Into. The. Ocean.â
He rubbed his head, then gave you a sheepish, child-sized grin.
âOkay,â he mumbled, then immediately whispered to Usopp, â...Next time, aim better.â
You gave him the look.
Inside, another disaster was brewing.
âNAMI,â you barked, storming into the common room just in time to see her holding out a tiny ledger.
âWhat is this?â you asked, even though you already knew the answer.
Nami smiled sweetly. Too sweetly. Suspiciously sweetly.
âA perfectly reasonable breathing fee,â she said. âUsoppâs been taking extra breaths today.â
Usopp, clutching a handful of shiny buttons heâd already offered as payment, nodded. âItâs fair. I was really huffinâ earlier.â
You pinched the bridge of your nose.
âNo one is being charged for breathing,â you said firmly. âYou can charge him when he starts asking for air delivery.â
âButââ
âNope.â
Usopp looked a little disappointed. âSo I get to keep my buttons?â
âYes.â
He threw them in the air and started dancing under them like it was a parade.
You turned the corner.
Only to spot Chopper sitting cross-legged on the couch surrounded by medical supplies. He had at least four syringes sticking out of his little hooves and was carefully inspecting a scalpel.
âCHOPPER.â
He froze.
ââŠHi?â he squeaked.
You crouched down beside him. âHey, buddy. Whatcha doinâ?â
âI was just⊠doing pretend surgery. On this banana.â He held up a very unfortunate banana with a bandaid over its middle.
âAw, thatâs cute,â you said gently. âBut maybe letâs not use actual needles right now, yeah?â
He nodded rapidly. âRight! Right. Sorry. I forgot Iâm seven.â
You took the scalpel away and replaced it with a plushie shaped like a liver. âOperate on this instead.â
His eyes lit up. âI love you.â
âI love you too, you tiny menace.â
A loud CRASH interrupted your moment of peace.
You whipped around just in time to see Zoro and Sanji rolling across the deck in a tangle of flailing limbs and shouted insults.
âYouâre cooking smells like feet!â
âYour sword stance looks like you learned it from a goldfish!â
You stepped in between them, arms outstretched, a flip-flop in one hand for intimidation.
âBOYS. NO FIGHTING ON THE SHIP.â
Zoro froze mid-punch. âHe called my eyebrows weird again.â
âThey are!â
âThatâs racist!â
You held up the flip-flop higher.
They both instantly sat cross-legged and folded their arms like little monks.
âThank you,â you said, deeply exhausted.
Behind you, Luffy had started drawing faces on the deck with mustard.
Usopp had convinced Chopper to wear a sock on his head as a âdoctor crown.â
Franky was trying to upgrade Brookâs violin to shoot fireworks.
And Robin had quietly installed a âhelpâ sign in the kitchen window.
You put your hands on your hips, looked up at the sky, and exhaled deeply.
âOkay,â you whispered to yourself. âJust⊠eleven more hours âtil bedtime.â
--
Bedtime had started as a hope.
Then it became a goal.
And by the end?
It was a full-blown campaign that would go down in the history books as the âBattle of the Bunkroom.â
But somehowâsomehowâyou made it through.
Youâd started with the easy ones.
Robin, ever graceful even at ten, had calmly brushed her teeth, climbed into her blanket nest, and said, âGoodnight, (Y/N). Youâre doing a wonderful job.â
You almost cried on the spot.
Franky, now a lanky teen with too-long limbs, high-fived you, announced he was ârecharging his SUPER batteries,â and collapsed onto a futon with mechanical snoring sounds. You covered him with a blanket. He muttered âgear maintenanceâŠâ in his sleep.
Nami grumbled, âOnly because I have important dreams,â and curled up on her own pile of pillows with her ledger tucked under one arm like a stuffed animal. She was out in minutes.
Chopper and Usopp? Already asleep. Cuddled up in a sleepy little pile on the couch like a deer and a raccoon, legs tangled, Usopp drooling slightly onto Chopperâs ear. You didnât dare move them.
Brook was sitting upright in a chair with a cup of tea and a lullaby on his violin. âI do not sleep,â he said politely, âbut I shall vibe respectfully.â
ââŠThanks?â
âMy pleasure. Yohohoho~â
The final boss of bedtime?
Monkey D. Luffy.
Heâd declared he didnât need sleep, wouldnât sleep, had never heard of sleepâand then passed out mid-sentence while arguing with a broom. You caught him before his head hit the floor, bundled him up like a burrito, and gently tucked him into bed.
âGoodnight, captain,â you whispered.
He let out one sleepy âmeatâŠâ and began snoring.
You were so close.
Only two remained.
Zoro and Sanji were seated at the table across from each other, eyes narrowed in concentration, arms crossed, faces set in serious little scowls.
âWhatcha doing?â you asked.
âStaying up longer than him,â Sanji muttered.
âTch. As if you could,â Zoro scoffed.
You blinked. âThis is⊠a competition now?â
They nodded. In perfect sync.
You sighed and collapsed into the chair between them, resting your head on the table. âYou know I could just say âlights outâ and win, right?â
âWeâre already past lights out,â Sanji said smugly.
Zoro grunted. âSheâs got wine waiting. Bet she wants us to go to sleep.â
You gave them both a deadpan look. âThatâs disturbingly accurate.â
They stayed quiet for a moment, and you just⊠sat there with them. The ship had fallen quiet, a soft ocean breeze drifting through the windows, the distant creak of the Sunny rocking gently on the waves.
ââŠYouâre a good babysitter,â Sanji said suddenly, not looking at you.
You blinked.
âI mean,â he added quickly, face going pink, âfor someone who doesnât normally babysit, and, yâknow, isnât qualified.â
Zoro grunted. âShe didnât even kill anyone. Thatâs impressive.â
You huffed a laugh. âThanks, guys. I think.â
They both leaned on the table, heads wobbling.
âIâm gonna stay up forever,â Sanji mumbled.
âSame,â Zoro said, eyes already closed.
ââŠYouâre asleep.â
âNo Iâm not,â Zoro muttered, face-first on the table.
Right into a forgotten jam sandwich.
ââŠYou have got to be kidding me.â
Sanji snored softly beside him, forehead resting on your arm.
You sighedâagainâand stood up, gently lifting Zoro over one shoulder (carefully avoiding the jam) and tucking him into the closest futon. His cheek was sticky, and you wiped it clean with a warm cloth.
His face twitched slightly. ââŠMm. ThanksâŠâ
You stepped back into the now-silent kitchen, grabbed a wine bottle from the fridge, poured yourself a very big glass, and sank into the couch.
One sip. Two. Deep breath.
You looked around at the peaceful chaos.
Blankets everywhere. Tiny socks. Luffy's hat abandoned on the floor. Chopper's plushie liver left on the table like a casualty.
âYeah,â you whispered to yourself, taking another sip.
ââŠI definitely need therapy after this.â
But damn if you didnât love them more than anything.
--
You woke up early.
Groggy. Fuzzy-brained. Slightly hungover, but only in spirit.
Your back ached from carrying two pint-sized swordsmen and a certain rubber boy who slept like a boulder, and there was a peanut butter smear in your hair you didnât want to talk about.
Still, you dragged yourself out of bed and into the galley.
It was a disaster zone.
Crusts. Crumbs. Stickers on the walls (thanks, Usopp). Someone had drawn a mustache on the fridge with ketchup. You didnât know how Luffy had managed to get a spoon in the ceiling, but it was there.
You got to work quietly. No complaints. No grumbling.
Just you, the sunrise, and the soft hum of a broom scraping jelly off the floor.
And thenâ
â...(Y/N)?â
You turned, almost afraid.
There, standing in the doorway, was Sanji. Grown-up Sanji. In all his tall, flirty, freshly-shaven, cigarette-holding glory.
You dropped the sponge in your hand like it was molten lava.
âYouâre big again.â
He blinked. Then looked down at himself. â...Oh. Oh.â
From the hallway, more voices joined in.
âIs this a dream?â
âMy arms arenât stubby anymore!â
âMy facial hair! Itâs returned!â
One by one, the rest of the Straw Hats filed in, stretching, yawning, rubbing the backs of their necks and blinking at the suddenly too-small furniture.
Luffy bounced in, now fully adult, his hat flopping over one eye.
âWHOA! Iâm tall again!â he grinned, poking his own face. âI missed my stubble!â
âYou didnât have stubble, idiot,â Zoro muttered, already raiding the fridge. He paused, hand hovering over the jam jar. â...Why is there a bite mark in the jar?â
âDonât ask,â you croaked, still in shock. âYou were eleven. You had a jam sandwich battle with your face. Itâs fine.â
Chopper ran in on two legs. â(Y/N)!â he wailed. âDid I do surgery on a banana???â
You gave him a thumbs up. âIt survived.â
Robin was serene as ever, smiling gently. âIt appears the effect wore off overnight.â
Franky cracked his knuckles. âI remember everything. I had teen angst, didnât I?â
âYou tried to start a band called âSupernova Sadboys,ââ you confirmed.
He fist-pumped. â...Nice.â
Usopp staggered in, looking like he hadnât slept in a year. âI had dreams, man. So many dreams. You were in them. You were yelling.â
âProbably real,â you muttered, picking jelly out of your hair.
Luffy plopped into a chair and grinned. â(Y/N), you looked after all of us the whole time, huh?â
You nodded slowly.
âAnd didnât die,â Sanji added.
âAlmost,â you said, deadpan. âAlmost.â
Zoro snorted and passed you a clean mug of coffee. âYou earned this.â
Robin took a seat beside you and tilted her head. âWe do owe you.â
Brook handed you a single flower from his violin case. âYou are our skeletal savior. Or, perhaps, our mama mia. Yohohoho!â
The room erupted in laughter.
âNo, seriously,â Nami added with a smirk, brushing her hair out of her eyes. âYou were like a whole mom yesterday. Cooking, chasing, yelling, wiping nosesââ
âI didnât wipe any noses!â you argued.
Chopper raised a hoof. âYou wiped my nose.â
âOh my godââ
Luffy leaned back and beamed. âWell, Mom, you did a great job!â
âStop calling me Momâ!â
Zoro took a long sip of his coffee. âToo late. Itâs canon now.â
Usopp leaned dramatically against the counter. âCaptain Mom.â
âMom of the Pirates.â
â(Y/N) the All-Mother.â
You groaned, dropping your head onto the table. âI survived literal child pirates just for this?â
But the truth was⊠you were smiling.
Because chaos or not, mess or not, wine and jelly and all, they were back. And safe.
And still absolutely the best disaster family in the world.
You took a long sip of your coffee, sighed, and muttered with a grin:
