zoey

seventeen • she/her • bisexual

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OKAY, ROMEO — GRAHAM DUNNE

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→ pairing: graham dunne x fem!reader

→ description: graham was certain you, in all of your shining y/n glory, could never reciprocate his feelings. you were best friends and he’d decided he’d have to settle for that. but of course he was wrong.

→ warnings: none, just a lil swearing — set pre meeting daisy ! hope this isn’t too sappy and fluffy but i got a lil carried away with it hahahahah

GRAHAM DUNNE (Lead guitarist, The Six): Y/N was just… Just like this breath of fresh air. The minute you met her, it was like you needed to be around her. And that never changed. But I mean, would I have thought she wanted to be with me?

“Why haven’t you just asked her out yet?”

Graham rolled his eyes at his brother, who was quirking his brow across at him as he strummed his guitar to figure out a melody.

He shook his head, “Because I don’t feel like getting my heart ripped out and stomped on by my best friend, maybe?”

He glanced over at where you sat on the couch at the other end of the room, Camila and Karen at your side looking through a photo album that Camila was grasping firmly in her hands as your hands toyed with the camera around your neck.

“Cami is way out of my league, and still somehow we’re here,” Billy smirked, catching her eye for a moment and sending her a jokey wink, to which she giggled as Billy returned his attention to his brother, “You may have a chance.”

You looked up now, following Camila’s gaze but finding your eyes drawn to Graham instead, whose eyes were fixed on you anyway.

Y/N Y/L/N (Friend of The Six): I mean, he never stopped looking at me. Karen used to say it was creepy, but I found it cute. Then again, I did find everything he did cute, I guess. Still do!

You had known The Six pretty much since their inception, and had always been fairly close to each and every one of them. In recent months you and Graham seemed to have gotten closest, though.

You’d spend hours in his room, listening to him practise new Six songs on his guitar, reminding him that he was just as talented as his brother (though if you were truly truthful you’d say he was more talented. Maybe you were biased, though.)

You may not have been in the band, but they all valued your opinion like you were; Like your word was gospel. But none more than Graham.

In the time you’d grown close, you’d found yourself growing increasingly attracted to him. How could you not? But he was the lead guitarist in a band about to hit the big time, so you hardly expected him to want to settle down with his best friend.

If anything, you imagined that seeing Billy settle down would make him want to rebel and do the complete opposite. And you didn’t fancy the heartbreak of getting left behind.

So you just settled for being his best friend — even if he did make it glaringly obvious he felt the same — because, to quote him, you didn’t want your heart ripped out and stomped on by your best friend, whenever it was that you figured he would realise you weren’t enough.

“She feels the same,” Billy put his guitar down for a moment, leaning in to nudge his brother, “Cami said she got it out of her the other day. Just thinks you don’t wanna settle down like me,” Graham noted the strain on his face when he said those words, “And that we’re all going to leave her behind when the album’s out… For some reason.”

Graham furrowed his brows.

He wasn’t sure whether he believed his brother.

GRAHAM DUNNE (Lead guitarist, The Six): Like I said… Why would I? This is Y/N we’re talking about!

Y/N Y/L/N (Friend of The Six): I heard that conversation. Heard Graham tell him he’d never leave me behind. And then I figured, if he’s not going to say anything to me then maybe I should just go ahead and do it.

GRAHAM DUNNE (Lead guitarist, The Six): I remember every fucking minute of the rest of that day.

“Graham,” you smiled over at him, bouncing out of your seat with a grin as you sauntered over to him and he tried desperately not to melt under your gaze, “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

He nodded, practically leaping out of his seat and following you into the next room.

“What’s up?” he asked, a shy smile on his face as his eyes scanned over your features to try and gauge what you wanted to talk about.

“God, this is so awkward,” you giggled, avoiding eye contact at first, “Suddenly regretting my life choices here.”

Graham’s face twisted in confusion for a moment, “You know you can tell— You can tell me anything.”

You bit your lip with a nod, silent for a moment before just fucking going for it, “How do you feel about me?”

“How do I— How do I feel? About you?”

“Like… Do you see me as just your friend?”

“Well, you’re—,” he sighed, looking down at his feet for a second before catching your gaze again and clearing his throat, “No, I don’t. I don’t want to, anyway.”

You fought back the smile threatening to take over your entire face, trying to take in his reply.

“Okay, good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah.”

“Right, good.”

KAREN SIRKO (Keyboardist, The Six): And then he finally fucking got it and kissed her.

WARREN RHODES (Drummer, The Six): We were all listening through the door. Obviously.

Graham’s lips met yours like he feared that if he didn’t kiss you now, he might never again get the chance.

Within milliseconds you were kissing him back, your hands reaching up to tangle in his curly hair as his hands found the small of your back to pull you into him.

You pulled away briefly to shout, “Fuck off!” at your friends — who weren’t trying very hard to be quiet and pretend they weren’t listening in — before leaning back in to Graham’s kiss like it was the most natural action.

“I really like you, Y/N,” Graham panted when you finally parted, eyes raking over your face to search for your reaction, “Like, really like you.”

You smiled up slightly at him, suddenly feeling shy again under his gaze.

“Like I said, good,” you hummed, briefly pecking his lips again with a giggle, “I really like you too. I’ve been waiting for you to say something, but I got tired of waiting. I’ve liked you for fuckin’ ages.”

The smile on his face was a work of art, and you couldn’t help yourself — you clicked on your camera and lifted it to take a photo of the beaming man before you.

He rolled his eyes when you were done, raising his hands to take the camera from you and lift its strap off your neck. He copied you, lifting the camera to his eye and snapping a photo.

As he lowered it he smirked, “In my expert opinion, that’s a good one.”

“Mine’s better. Can’t wait to get it developed and hang it on my wall to stare at when you lot run off on tour, eh?”

Graham scoffed, “It’ll have to be pinned to the wall in your bunk. If you think I—we are going on tour without you, you’re nuts, Y/N.”

You grinned, kissing him again before pulling back shyly, “Are you sure?”

“Y/N, I’d want you there even if it wasn’t as my girl,” the pad of his thumb was on your jaw now, grazing your jawbone as his eyes never left yours for a second, “Buuut, if you’d come along as my girl that would be a hell of a bonus.”

“I’d love that, Dunne.”

“Perfect.”

You were silent for a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes like lovelorn puppies.

“Billy said you were worried I didn’t want to settle down or something,” Graham looked nervous again now, his eyebrows drawing together as he briefly moved back to look at you less closely, “That’s not true. I mean, I’m not saying I’m in a rush to get like, married or anything. But I want to be with you, whatever happens with the band. And if in future…”

“Okay, Romeo,” you giggled, interrupting him and placing your hand on his chest, “I know what you’re saying. And I believe you, don’t worry. Let’s just see what happens, yeah?”

“Yeah. See what happens.”

GRAHAM DUNNE (Lead guitarist, The Six): We did get married.

Y/N Y/L/N (Friend of The Six): I didn’t take his last name. But just after Billy got out of rehab — we didn’t want to do it without him there — we got married. Everything worked out pretty perfect, really.

GRAHAM DUNNE (Lead guitarist, The Six): *Holding up the film photos you took the day you got together* Your Aunt Y/N is the love of my life, kid. Always has been.

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Broken Trust

Oh look another angsty Leo Valdez oneshot. Hmm. Clearly being fucked over by a short man has affected me mentally.

tags ~ angst, oneshot, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, cheating, my boy Leo wouldn’t actually do this

words ~ 1.6k

It was so easy to think that Leo would be different.

He was so unlike any guy you’d ever talked to before, so much more emotionally aware and so much more in tune to how you felt. He noticed when something was wrong with you, he could tell by the downturn of your lips or the way you pulled your hoodie sleeves down over your hands.

It was so easy to tell yourself that Leo was the real thing, that maybe you finally found someone who loves you.

That’s why the screenshots felt like someone was twisting a serrated blade into your chest.

It wasn’t loud cheating, no explicit photos or pleading paragraphs, just words that conveyed more meaning coming from him to her than they looked at first glance.

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Leo: I still think about you all the time even if we don’t talk anymore

Calypso: Leo why are you texting me

Calypso: I know you’re dating that girl from camp now

Leo: I know, I just wanted you to know

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He wasn’t begging for her back or telling her how much he loved her. But now that you’d seen him admitting to thinking about her, you could see it in all his actions.

You could see it in his instagram bio with the slight double meaning that you hadn’t caught until now. You could see it in the way he complimented you, only ever praising traits that you had in common with her. You could see it in his stark refusal to ever discuss her. Or whenever he had to talk about her, the way his tone bordered on defensive and his eyes got sad.

Sure, maybe he wasn’t pleading with her to go behind your back but all of a sudden, it became very clear that when he was with you, all he could think of was her.

The text within itself was typed with malicious intent but it echoed with cruel calls of your deepest insecurities, the belief that you’d never been quite good enough, never really compare to the prettier girl. You were only ever a replacement, never the first picked or easiest to love despite how hard you tried.

Now in his room, his warm arm pressed against yours as you sat in bed together, a movie playing on the laptop screen in front of you, all you wanted was to get away.

The touches didn’t feel loving anymore, they felt reluctant, like he wished it was her he was holding instead of you. When he kissed you, was he thinking about her? Were her lips softer? Her stomach flatter? Or maybe it’s just that he loved her more and no matter how hard you tried or what you changed, you could never really be better than her in his eyes.

A lump caught in your throat, refusing to be displaced as heat rose in your cheeks and tears blurred your vision.

It was a cycle. Vicious and never ending.

You didn’t have a type, per se, but you had a pattern.

Always good enough to be touched and manipulated, never good enough to be loved.

Good enough to string along but not worth putting in any real effort.

The second there was a prettier girl, bigger boobs, skinner maybe, you were ghosted. Your texts sat unread, your snaps unopened.

You shifted and the cuts on your hip burned in protest, the fabric rubbing across them in a way that was sure to split the skin again.

Leo would be disappointed if he knew, probably devastated if he realized you did it because of him, but how else could you cope with the pain and betrayal?

At least when you were cutting the pain was physical instead of mental. You could control physical pain, you couldn’t stop your brain from betraying you, though.

“You okay, mamas?” Leo asked suddenly, snapping you out of your dazed state. “You’re bein’ awfully quiet.”

You gave him a smile, though weak and forced, and nodded.

“Just thinking,” you answered, your voice little more than a whisper.

His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes this time, his usually sunny disposition slipping away to reveal concern. He reached his left arm over your shoulder, letting his warmth encompass you completely, the scent of motor oil and Old Spice filling your nose.

“About what? You’re lookin’ at the wall like it just told you someone died.”

You opened your mouth and then closed it again, certain that you would burst into tears if you tried to talk. Despite how hurt you were, you really loved him and facing the prospect of losing him forever after this conversation hurt almost as much as finding out about the text did.

Just when you were about to finally spit out the words and show him the screenshot, you looked up to his face, finding him already caught somewhere between confusion and hurt.

“You-?” he started, seemingly unable to finish the sentence as his fingers dipped down to brush over where the white fabric of your shirt was dotted with red where it hit your right hip. “This was on purpose?”

Your heart, already caught somewhere in your throat, dropped down to your toes. Of course he had to notice now, of all the times he could have become attentive to how horribly you were hurting, it had to be right before you were going to confront him.

You winced and pushed his hand away.

“Leo, that's not what-

“No,” he interrupted you, pulling away to sit up and give you his full force of attention. “It is and it is important,” he insisted, already knowing what you were going to say. “When did you do this? Why? And why the hell didn’t you tell me, mamas? This is serious and you know I would have helped-”

“I know you texted Calypso,” you cut him off. You watched his face flicker through a dozen emotions in a millisecond. Confusion, guilt, anger, fear, and resignation.

“Mama, you know that wasn’t-”

“Do you think I’m stupid? I have the screenshot. And it’s pretty clear that you were texting your ex to tell her you still think about her.”

He scoffed softly and sat back, his eyes searching your face for any hint of forgiveness.

“I meant as a friend, baby. Seriously, I didn’t mean it like that. I love you, you know that. I need you.”

You just scoffed and looked away to disguise the tears slowly welling up in your eyes again.

“Is this why you relapsed?” he asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you. “Because I texted her?”

When you didn’t answer and kept your eyes firmly in the other direction, it only confirmed his suspicions.

“Oh baby,” he whispered, reaching out and pulling you into his arms despite your objections. “I love you, please never do that because of me. I never want you to hurt yourself, nothing I do is ever worth doing that to yourself.” Now he was getting emotional, tears welling up in his chocolate brown eyes as his dark, warm fingers curled around your upper arms.

“Leo, you were texting your ex to tell her that you still thought about her, that’s not-”

“I know it’s not okay,” he answered, his voice choked and short. His body trembled beneath yours and he seemed genuinely upset as he clutched you close. “I didn’t mean for-” he took a shaky breath. “I shouldn’t have done it, it wasn’t okay and I realize that. I am so so sorry baby but you can never- never, you fucking hear me?!- never hurt yourself.”

You didn’t answer- couldn’t- because you were so unsure of what to do next.

“I’ll block her, I’ll unadd her, I’ll do whatever you want. Hell, you can go through my phone if you really want to but please-” he begged, his voice dropping into that desperate and pathetic pleading tone. “Never hurt yourself, you can always talk to me. I’d rather you scream at me and slap me for this rather than hurting yourself.”

“I don’t want to be the girl you get because you can’t have the one you want,” you choked, the tears finally slipping free. “I’ve never been chosen and I just want you to want me.”

“I do, bebe. I do,” he insisted, using his large palms to brush the tears from your cheeks. “I do love you, I swear. And you’re better than she is, you’re kinder and sweeter. She’s just-” he sighed. “She was my first love and it’s hard to have her completely out of my life but I choose you. I want you, I don’t want her. We didn’t work and it’s done forever. I love you, not Calypso, not anyone else. You.”

“I don’t trust you now though,” you hiccuped softly, your restraint loosening as you let your cheek rest in the cup of his palm.

“I’ll build it back. I’ll prove I love you and that I’m worth it. You can check my phone, I’ll block her and I’ll be better for you.”

And he did.

He spent the rest of his life proving to you that he did want you.

He proved it to you on the day he proposed.

The day he slid that ring on your finger and vowed to be your husband.

He proved it to you in how he cried when you told him you were pregnant. In how he cradled your newborn like he’d never seen anything more perfect because this little baby came from you.

He loved you like he meant it till the day he died.

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-Would You Miss Me If I Was Gone?-

Forgive me if this is ass, I’m sleep deprived and up WAYYY past my bedtime. But I know I really wanted to do this prompt with Leo Valdez so here ya go PJO fans. As always, lmk if you want to be tagged or feel free to send in a request. Enjoy!

words ~ 875

tags ~ sad, angst, depression, Leo Valdez, camp half blood, Percy Jackson, oneshot, no use of y/n, prompt idea

If anyone understood being a little messed up in the head, it was Leo Valdez.

He’d had his own fair share of death and abuse and trauma. Nearly every half-blood had experienced something horrible and life changing. So when he started dating you, he wasn’t at all surprised that you had your own issues. And hell, he couldn’t judge. He was basically a ball of ADHD, attachment issues, and crippling depression.

And he loved you a lot, truly and seriously.

The summers were amazing, just three months of swimming, hiking, sword training, bonfires, and monster attacks. He spent nearly every waking moment he could with you and it was perfect. But then summer ended and the two of you had to say goodbye. He didn’t have anyone outside of camp so he stayed as a year-rounder and you went back to your family.

The goodbye had been tearful but the two of you promised to stay in touch and he would come visit you whenever Chiron allowed. But those dates had been few and far between with how bad the monster attacks had been getting so you and Leo were forced to rely on facetimes and snapchat.

All this to say, the distance and winter was taking its toll on you.

Finals had been absolutely brutal and the cold was even worse. Your mental health was declining and you weren’t even sure what to do about it. All you needed was a hug from your boyfriend and probably a therapist and neither of those things were readily available.

You just really really needed someone to talk to but who could you? You didn’t want to concern your parents, a therapist was wayyy too expensive, and Leo was so far away and you really didn’t want to scare him off.

So one day after weeks and weeks of built up anger, anxiety, and hurt, you snapped. You were sick of everything. School was too hard, people were mean, Leo was being dry. Nothing was easy and you never even wanted to get out of bed anymore.

Looking down at the blade in your hands, you felt oddly calm. You thought that before everything, you’d be nervous. Maybe thinking back over your life or trying to think of reasons to stay but really, all you felt was relief. The relief of knowing everything was finally over and nothing would hurt anymore. Well… only one last problem.

You figured Leo would be upset. Even if he’d been dry lately, he would probably be sad to find out his girlfriend had taken her own life and the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him.

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Mamasita: hey valdez

Mamasita: weird question lmao

Mamasita: would you miss me if I was gone?

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You sighed to yourself, half expecting him not to answer. He’d been acting a little funny recently and you kind of thought he was getting tired of you or going to break up with you. You laughed a little at yourself, that would be ideal. At least then he wouldn’t be sad when you were gone. A glance back at your phone told you immediately that you were wrong.

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Valdez: hey what

Valdez: seriously mamas what the fuck

Valdez: duh i would miss you what is going on??

Valdez: are you okay??

Valdez: why are you not answering??

Valdez: i dunno whats goin on but you need to call me

MISSED CALL FROM Valdez

MISSED CALL FROM Valdez

Valdez: answer rn bro im so serious

Valdez: i love you so much i dont know whats going on but i would miss you

Valdez: I love you more than anything honey

MISSED CALL FROM Valdez

Valdez: answer now or im genuinely coming to your house

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You nearly burst into tears. He really did care, he just wasn’t good at showing you.

You picked up his next call, still wiping tears from your cheeks.

“Hey V, sorry for scaring you, baby,” you sniffled, holding the phone to your ear.

“What the fuck is going on, carino? Are you okay? Are you alone? Seriously, do I need to call the police or something?” he scrambled out, his hispanic accent slipping in on some words with how panicked he was and how fast he was speaking.

“I’m okay,” you choked, “just a little sad tonight.”

He laughed weakly, his breathing a little too quick even still. “Yeah bebe, I can tell. You promise you’re doin okay? I know you’re upset right now but don’t do anything stupid, please.”

You sighed, eyeing the blade again. “I won’t…”

Leo seemed wisely unconvinced. “Baby, I know it’s hard but please just think about not right now. Think about next summer at camp. Or think about college. Or getting married. Or getting to drink. Just come on, be smart baby, I know you are.”

You tucked the blade away again, deciding that just maybe Leo was right. Maybe it could get to be okay again.

“I love you,” he told you, his voice a little thick. “A lot. And I still have so many things that I’ve built since you left that I need to show you.”

You laughed weakly. “Okay Valdez, I love you too. I look forward to seeing your weird new machines.”

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~ No Te Preocupes ~

Hey yall! Another Leo Valdez fic except this one is more fluffy with a side of angst. And guess what??? Yo girl speaks a little Spanish so you get a lil bilingual Leo action. In all actuality though, I’m learning to speak more Spanish for my current job so practicing Spanish while writing is actually super helpful. ANYWAYS! Lmk if yall have a suggestion, request, want to be added to the taglist, or some constructive criticism. Enjoy!

words ~ 874

tags ~ domestic fluff, fluff, hurt/comfort, light angst, insecurity, insecure Leo Valdez, im a d1 Leo Valdez lover, he speaks Spanish, only like a sentence tho, no use of y/n

Given that Leo had felt unloved all his life, or at least since he was eight and lost his mom, it only made sense that the first person to finally, truly love him was a daughter of the Goddess of love.

As a daughter of Aphrodite, you were well versed in romantic relationships. You helped your siblings with theirs, handed out romantic advice to anyone who asked, and you had a couple of your own relationships.

Leo was much the opposite. He’d had a tragic collection of failed situationships and unrequited crushes that had ruined his confidence and given him severe attachment issues.

So when it finally came out that he had the fattest crush on you, he was expecting disgust and probably one of the most embarrassing rejections of his life. After all, you were an absolutely stunning, very well-liked daughter of Aphrodite. He was a gangly, annoying, Hephestus kid with confidence issues and a knack for bad jokes and sarcasm. Not exactly a match made in heaven, or so you would think.

But alas, you had a thing for funny, skinny, nerdy kids so you happily asked him on a date when you heard the rumor that he liked you. And he said yes while nonchalantly bursting into flames because he was so flustered and nervous.

The two of you had been together since the start of the summer and everything was great.

Leo was literally obsessed with you, always by your side or making you things or touching you in some way. And you were finally teaching him what it felt like to love and be loved. And although that was great, there were still some bumps along the way.

Namely that he had a crippling fear that he wasn’t good enough for you and eventually you’d realize this and leave him. And he was sure he wouldn’t survive that.

And because of this, every so often, he’d get weird and distant when he was feeling insecure and thought you were getting tired of him. Like maybe if he could pull away then it wouldn’t hurt so bad when you finally realized he wasn’t worth it. And you noticed this, of course, and always made a point to reassure him.

“Leo..” you tried again for probably the fifth time since you’d walked into Bunker Nine.

Your boyfriend had his headphones in and was blasting “No Surprises” by Radiohead so loud you could hear it standing three feet away from him. He had a look on his face that clearly betrayed the storm raging in his head.

Reaching out carefully to tap his shoulder, you tried again.

“Leo, you okay, honey?” you asked when he pulled his headphones down to rest around his neck. He gave you a tight, forced little smile and a slight nod.

“Never better, mama. You need somethin’?” he asked, setting down the wrench he’d been using to tighten bolts.

You gave him a look that clearly told him you didn’t believe him. “You looked pissed… or maybe on the verge of tears.”

He sighed and fully took his headphones off, turning to face you completely.

“Just busy and a little stressed, carino. Nothing to worry your pretty head about.”

You frowned, nose scrunched up and eyebrows pinched together in the middle. “Or ya know- you could not lie and just tell me what’s wrong. That’s much less dysfunctional.”

Crossing your arms, you gave him your strictest, most ‘I’m worried so you better talk to me’ look. And he folded immediately like the down bad man he was.

“I’ve been all over you this week and I just realized it this morning and estaba preocupado that I was suffocating you so I thought I should lay off and yo estoy muy muy cansada y-” he started to ramble, bouncing back and forth between English and Spanish as his brain struggled to keep up with his flow of emotions.

“Leo-” you cut him off by gripping both of his shoulders and looking him dead in his warm, brown eyes. “I was not feeling suffocated. I like it when you show that you care about me. If I am feeling uncomfortable with how you are treating me, I will tell you. If there’s something I want you to change, I will tell you. If I am unhappy with something, I will tell you. So don’t stress. No te preocupes or however that would be conjugated. I love you. I am not mad. I don’t want space. So stop before you set yourself on fire and let’s go watch a movie or something.”

Leo seemed to deflate like a bouncy house that had gotten its plug pulled.

All of the anxious, nervous energy drained from his body and he slouched into your grip, letting his face fall to your neck.

“Lo siento, bebe.”

You laughed softly and pressed a kiss to the top of his dark curls. “It’s fine, Leo. Let’s just go chill. I missed you and I want to chill with you.”

He hummed softly and pressed his mouth to your jawline. “Okay, can we watch The Hunger Games or something cool?”

You smiled and pulled him in a little closer. “Sure, Valdez. We can watch The Hunger Games.”

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[larajeansongcoveyenthusiast]

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

╰┈➤ ❝ Leo Valdez x Human!Reader ❞

synopsis: before camp the wilderness school had never been home to leo but a specific girl who attended definitely was

warnings: none

the setting sun was a fitting ambience as leo sat on the rooftop.

soft wind tangled around his stretched out limbs.

she should be here already…. right? no! its fine shes probably busy!

right?

“leo!”

there’s my girl

he immediately got up to great you.

“hey,” he breathed out , taking you in.

your hair was done beautiful and despite being in boring old uniform you’d never looked better.

“i missed you,”

his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in for a hug.

“same,” he laughed softly.

“could this school get any worse? first coach hedge and now i barely see you?”

“the worst!”

you pecked his lips quickly.

which only left him wanting another.

so obviously he did.

a few more actually.

“okay! okay! stop!” you giggled as he landed another on the tip of your nose.

you were now laying on the ground.

an adorable quilt you had (somewhat) crafted was sat under you, providing cushion.

his head lay on your chest as your eyes gazed at the stars.

the dark sky was a sea of sparkles , they reminded you of his eyes.

his dazzling eyes that had pulled you in from the first moment you met.

“im so happy to have met you,” he turns on his side to face you.

the sun was almost completely set but the remaining light made you look like the closest thing leo had ever seen to angel.

maybe you were.

maybe you were his darling angel and he would gladly spend his life on his knees doing your every word.

“the day…” he began , cheeks flushed.

“on the bus,” you added too, smiling at the loving memory.

“you tripped,” he pointed to you in a teasing manner.

“i was falling for you actually!”

“cheesy lines are my thing!”

“looks like i rubbed off on you,” he had an amused grin on his face now.

“ehem!”

you both turned around quickly.

shit.

a hall monitor.

“to your rooms, now!”

leo scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

the two of you waited until she was long gone before unfortunately making your way back to your quarters.

at the entrance of your shared room with piper you stopped.

he handed you the quilt that he was carrying for you , what a gentleman (bare minimum actually)

“sooo worth it,”

his hands were on your hips , pulling you in.

“definitely,” you snorted.

“but maybe next time choose a better spot,”

that set off another chuckle.

he placed a soft lingering kiss on your lips before pulling away with his stupid lovestruck smile jason was always teasing him for having.

“night,”

“night mi amor, love ya.”

fluff! hope you guys like it 🦄🦄

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[notzoeysblog]

i’m back and still in love with leo

[candlewaxletters]

Salty Tears | Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy x Reader

a/n: im not extremely happy with how this turned out (it’s been a while since i’ve written an actual fanfic, not just hcs, so that’s probably why), i might revisit this idea as hcs instead later on. and another thing, since no one has made any gifs for this scene yet i had to make my own, i worked with what i could so it’s not great.(will change gif once a better one appears)

word count: 1000+

cw: suggestive, sad Luffy, reader thinking he’s cute when sad (im a freak im not sorry), reader licks him, contamination (i guess?), hurt/comfort, reader is playfully self-deprecating, making out like crazy, kissing tears.

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It was a shock really, seeing your boyfriend in tears, the jolly guy he always was, now sat here on the beach absolutely sobbing, crying out for you.

“Luffy! what happened??” you’d ask as you ran up to him, having ran the second you had heard him call out your name in anguish, “i- i’m so sorry, it’s all my fault..” he cried, his bottom lip wobbling, “heyy” you soothed, getting down beside him, sand digging into your knees, “it’s not your fault, it’s okay” you tried to make him feel better as he shook from the overwhelming sadness.

seeing him trembling like that hurt your heart, you grabbed his hand, your thumb softly tracing a pattern into his skin, making him look down at your hands then up to you, a small sob leapt out of his throat, “i’m not- i-..” his voice shaking as he cried, “i’m not good enough for you-“ he heaved, “you’re so good and pretty-.. w-why would you be with me..?” your heart pounded in your chest painfully at his words, “Luffy!” you grabbed his face, “don’t EVER say that, you’re my guy, my boyfriend, and i love you” you’d say your own voice wobbling, “you’re everything to me, you hear??” your words coming out firmer, slightly shaking him as you spoke.

he’d look up at you slowly nod his head, his lip still wobbly as a few tears ran down his cheeks, sniffing quietly as you kissed his tear streaked cheeks, “my sweet boy” you’d mumble kissing away his tears while cupping his face still.

he really was sweet, but just seeing him like this, it made your stomach flutter full of butterflies, the fact that he was really cute didn’t help.

he leaned his head into the nook of your neck, nuzzling into you, your hands slid around him, holding him tight as he just whimpered, “Luffy.. i don’t know what to do..” you’d whisper, pressing a kiss into his hair, “you’re our leader, the captain, the others need you, i need you..” you’d snuggle closer to him, gripping at his shirt, “you deserve someone better..” he’d mumble numbly, “you’re an idiot if you really think that..” you say, pushing him back, his back hitting the sand, “Snap out of it!” you yelled, voice cracking as you got on top of him, grabbing him by his shirt, shaking him, trying to hold in your own frustrated tears.

a small groan of frustration slipped out as you pulled him up, while still being on his lap, “i want my silly captain back” you said out loud, as a tear slipped down your cheek, trying to come up with anything to snap him out of it, you get an idea, do something so out of place that it’ll confuse him out of it, you’ve heard of people doing something like it before when people are scared so why wouldn’t it work now.

so you tightened your grip on his shirt and leaned in, licking away the tears on his face, smudging the blue mark on his cheek, accidentally coloring your tongue blue, Luffy stiffened then shook his head, his breathing evening out, “you’re back..” you said but your tone slowly becoming somber, his eyes widened and he spoke your name, hugging you tightly “thank you!” he said but halted once he saw the look in your eyes, you whimpered, your chin quivering as tears started streaming down your face, “hey it’s okay! what’s wrong??” he’d wipe away your tears, “i thought you were gone” you cried, letting him see your tongue as you spoke, “blue”.

you had accidentally transferred the paint to yourself, not having known it was the paint that had made him sad when you licked him, “oh no, i contaminated you!” he said in distress, grabbing your face, looking into your sad eyes as he thought, “what do i do..” he hummed, rocking side to side like a boat with you on his lap, thinking, thinking….“oh!”.

stopping his movements, he smiled, pushing your hair away from your face, gently caressing your face, “can stick your tongue out, please” he asked like a man on a mission, you looked at him confused and teary but did as requested, sticking out your tongue, just for him to kiss you, letting out a yelp of surprise, feeling his tongue brush against yours, tangling together, soft whines and moans slipping into his mouth as he grabbed your shoulders, pulling you closer, your teary cheek smudging against his, “Luf-.. mmh” you whined quietly, “i got you” he mumbled into your lips, trying his best to water out the paint enough with his saliva mixed together with yours.

tumbling down onto the sand below, he cradled your head with one hand as he leaned over you, kissing your tears quickly as you panted softly, “Luffy..” you tried to speak but was cut off, “nope!” and he kissed you again, not stopping till the paint had dissolved into nothing.

the cloak of sadness lifted off of you mid kiss, kissing him back letting out a small giggle into his lips, causing him to smile wide against you, “there you are!” he pulled back, attacking your face with tiny pecks all over making you laugh out more, “here i am!” you smiled, sitting up only to tackle him to the ground, holding him down by his arms, Luffy not fighting it at all just smiling up at you, just enjoying the moment despite knowing he easily could break free at any moment, you give his nose a little peck before rolling over laying at his side, looking up at the clouds dancing with the bright blue skies.

“i’m totally useless huh?” you laughed, your words making him get on his side, resting his head on his palm, he looked at your smile as he wiped away the tears left on your face, “no you’re not, you saved me without even knowing about the paint, you’re awesome!” he helped you up from the ground, ruffling your hair.

suddenly a loud explosion echoed from the distance “shit- i completely forgot about the others!” you looked at him wide eyed, seeing the smoke behind the far away trees, he took your hand and just bolted towards it while laughing, getting back to the rest of the crew.

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[gingernut1314]

Just Trying To Sleep

Summary: You never seem to like sleep but with Luffy there, sleep isn't so scary.

Content: gender-neutral reader, Luffy being a love bug as usual, set on the Thousand Sunny, Sanji mentioned

Word Count: 880+

A/N: Cause I will never and can never get enough of love bug Luffy like he's too good SOB like can I just get one hug from him? Please? I hope you all enjoy!

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The deck of the Thousand Sunny was quiet. 

A rare occasion when the crew you belong a part of was as rowdy and chaotic as they came. 

Night had fallen on this part of the Grand Line, and though your crew members were not quiet sleepers, their rooms lay on the other side of the Sunny, leaving you in the silence of night. Silence only broken up by the dark waters below lapping at the hull of the ship. 

You’d been a part of Luffy’s crew for a long while now. They were your family. Your comfort but nights never ceased in being a battle for you. 

You were used to it. It was a battle you had waged since you were little. Though now you had company here and there, joining Robin in her own sleepless nights in the library. Tonight, though, she had found sleep it seemed. 

You were happy for her. Very much so but…it left you alone in your discomfort.

You hugged your knees a bit tighter from where you sat at the stern of the ship, peeking out at the sea through the white rungs of the railing. 

Your eyes burned in exhaustion, body feeling all too heavy.

All you wanted was to sleep, but every time you closed your eyes, shadows came to haunt you. 

So you kept them trained on the sea. On the moonlight shimmering over it’s waves and the occasional sea creature poking its head upward. 

Waves lapped at the hull. 

The ship rocked like a mother would her child’s crib.

Your eyes blurred. 

Eyelids dipped and rose. Dipped and rose. Dipped--

Something landed beside you, startling you from your wearily found sleep. Something that giggled impishly at you. 

“Whatcha doin’?” The warm sound of your captain's voice filled your ears. You rolled your head to the side, letting your cheek rest on your knees as you gazed up at Luffy. He grinned widely down at you, eyes trained on you and you alone. 

“Just trying to sleep.” You murmured. “What are you doing?” Luffy was quick to kneel beside you, leaning in so close his nose was brushing against yours. You couldn’t help the small tug your lips gave at his closeness. 

“Got hungry.” The quietness of his voice wasn’t all too quiet. Maybe two notches turned down from its typical volume. You didn’t mind. It kept your brain full and occupied and away from the shadows plaguing you. 

“Oh? And did you wake Sanji up for a snack?” Luffy’s eyes glanced away from you, lips puckering tightly. 

“...yes.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his truly horrible lying skills. It was adorable. 

“Sanji’ll kill you, you know,” Luffy whined, fingers grabbing hold of the sleeve of your pjs and giving it a small tug. 

“But he’s so grumpy when he wakes up.” You gave a small huff in agreement. Sanji was a monster if woken by someone other than the sun or an alarm. Many who tried received a swift kick to the head.

“We can say it was both of us. Maybe he’ll go easy on you then.” You said in amusement. Luffy huffed, all but smacking his forehead into yours, the motion knocking his straw hat from his head. 

“Okay.” He groaned pitifully, big old puppy dog eyes gazing straight into yours. 

You smiled, letting one of your arms slip from around your legs to snake its way around Luffy. Your captain was quick to scoot closer, face moving from your forehead to bury itself in the crook between your knees and chest. His own arms wrapped around you, pressing you tightly against him.

Your eyes began their tedious dip and rise all over again as Luffy’s warmth seeped through you to the very bone. You moved sluggishly to rest your cheek against his head, wild black hair tickling at your skin.

Dip and rise. Dip and rise. Dip--

“...are you okay?” Luffy’s voice had you lulling your eyes open once more, lips pulling into a sad little frown.

“I’m…I just don’t like to sleep I guess.” You responded, fingertips pressing into Luffy’s warm skin. “Being alone like that…scares me.” Luffy snuggled deeper into you. Held you just a bit tighter. 

“I don’t want you to be scared.” You nodded into his hair. 

“Me too.” His hands began to make soothing circles into your back. Circles that made the heaviness of your eyes and body feel unbearable to keep at bay.

“Can I help?” You nodded again.

“Stay with me? Till morning? Please?” As soon as the last words left your mouth, Luffy was plopping to sit down. His strong but gentle arms moved you around so that your side was pressed against his chest. Legs and arms wrapped around you, keeping you curled up in his warmth and musky scent. 

Keeping you safe. 

Your eyes burned in something other than your exhaustion. 

You grabbed hold of one of his hands he had stretched to allow the hold. Held it like a lifeline as sleep called to you once more. 

“I love you.” You whispered to your captain, who responded with a firm yet tender kiss on the top of your head. 

“I love you too.” He beamed, giving you a few more kisses before nuzzling his face down to rest next to yours.

More Like This: Demons and Claws {Zoro x gn!reader} ⋆ Couldn't Sleep? {Robin x gn!reader} ⋆ How Can I Be Of Service? {Sanji x gn!reader} ⋆ Feeling Generous {Nami x gn!reader} ⋆ Nightmares {Usopp x gn!reader}

[allthestarshaveareason]

Hey—I absolutely love your imagines that you write so… I was wondering if you would take a request.

I read this one imagine where reader had been kidnapped by Luffy and she started having Stockholm syndrome.

I kinda wanted to see how that would play out, but reversed.

So—reader works with one of the villains: you can pick which Villain you want, i’m not picky about it.

And in that time—Luffy starts yearning. Actually becoming obsessed.

(I’m actually un well but that’s besides the point)

Anyway—if you’re able to do this I wouldn’t actually be very excited to read it. And if you’re not comfortable or can’t write it—no biggie.

Hii!! I love your idea and I hope you like what I came up with.. feel free to comment on how it turned out xx

Tangled loyalties

Summary : you’re part of the baroque works and mister zero orders you to kidnap and eliminate Monkey d. Luffy. But things don’t go the way you planned them to…

Pairing : Monkey d. Luffy x reader

Word count : 1.2 k

“Dont you dare fail. ” Mister Zero looks me up and down before dismissing me.

Great. You leave his office silently as your name card flashes on the screen, it reads “Miss Devine” before a skull appears laughing in your face.

Mister Zero has been ordering you to capture a specific pirate that has been a thorn in his eye.

Who else could it be than the famous Monkey d. Luffy.

So here I am, silently observing the harbor of the Island I’m currently on.

Minutes turn in to hours… until all the waiting pays off because in the distance I see their ship arriving.

“Lucky me” you whisper to yourself before whipping that grin off your face.

You shouldn’t think too much of it because after all capturing pirates was just another mission for Baroque Works.

Track them. Isolate them. Eliminate them.

Simple.

That’s what you thought….. until it was him.

You found him alone.

Of course he was alone. This is too perfect.

Sitting on a rock near the shore, legs dangling over the water, humming to himself like the world wasn’t hunting him.

“Oi!” he called when he noticed you. “Do you have food?”

You blink. “…What?”

“I’m hungry.” He whined.

No suspicion. No fear. Just honesty.

Of course he is, Idiot.

“…I can cook,” you said slowly.

That was the hook.

The fire crackled softly between you as he sits on your kitchen stool.

You knelt across from him, stirring the pot, pink waves of your hair slipping over your shoulder as the scent of something warm and rich filled the air.

Luffy leaned forward, eyes sparkling.

“That smells amazing.”

“Be patient,” you said.

He pouted.

You almost smiled.

Almost.

He didn’t notice when you moved behind him.

Didn’t question it.

Didn’t even react—

Until the rope snapped tight around his hands and upper body. You bend down in front of him, quickly and vastly tying his legs to the stool.

“—Huh?”

Too late. You grin up at him.

You pulled, knotting it fast, precise, practiced. His body tensed in surprise, but not panic.

Not fear. Just confusion.

“Hey,” he said, looking over his shoulder at you. “What’re you doing?”

You stepped back, breathing steady.

“…Capturing you.” you say as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.

A pause. Then— “Oh.”

That was it.

No struggle. No anger.

Just… acceptance.

You frown. “That’s your reaction? Oh?”

“Well, yeah.” He tugged at the rope a little, testing it. “You tricked me.”

“This is not how you‘re supposed to act” you deadpan, “I kidnapped you.”

Your grip tightens around the rope.

He looked at you—really looked at you. “ I don’t think you want to hurt me.”

The fuck is wrong with him? You get up pressing your knife against his neck. “Is this a joke to you? Im serious Monkey d. Luffy.” You spit his name as if it is venom.

“you made food for me.” He grins up at you completely unaffected by the knife pressing against him.

Of course. That’s all he’s thinking about. Food. But he’ll see.

You sit down across from him making a mental note.

Find him. Check

Seduce him to follow you. Check

Tie him up. Check

Eliminate him. Well not check but soon. You gulp.

You never really had a problem with eliminating pirates. Your eyes flicker to him. He’s looking at the food you made for him like it’s the only thing in the world. You scoff.

You should’ve knocked him out.

You should’ve eliminated him at the shore. Right then and there.

You should not have kept him.

But you did. And here you are.

Days passed.

Then more.

You kept him in a small hideout far from Baroque Works’ usual routes—fed him, watched him, made sure he didn’t escape.

Not that he tried to.

“You’re thinking too loud.”

You pause mid-step, glancing over your shoulder. “What?”

Luffy sat where you’d left him, back against the wall, rope still tightly around his wrists- more for your comfort than his at this point.

His eyes were on you. Always on you. “ What are you thinking about?”

“How I’m going to kill you.” You answer coldly, turning away from him, again.

“Well what are you waiting for?” He asked innocently as if daring you to.

You don’t move. You could feel it again. That stare.

Heavy. Constant. Almost physical. Like he’s right behind you, when in reality he’s at the other end of the room. Gazing up at you.

“You know..” he trails off “ I dont think you want to kill me.”

“You’re delusional” you say, back still faced to him as you’re writing a letter to Mister Zero, updating him.

“Hey.” he calls out.

“…what?” you snap, finally turning around.

“You didn’t look at me today.”

Your hand stilled, furrowing your brows “What does that even-“

“You didn’t.”, he repeated, quieter now. But there was no anger in his voice. That made it worse.

“What do you want from me?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Just watched you.

Studied you like he was trying to memorize something before it disappeared.

Then— “You used to sit closer.”

Your breath caught.

“…That doesn’t matter.”

“It does.”

“It shouldn’t. It really shouldn’t, Luffy. Are you insane?”

But something in the way he said it—

Simple. Certain.

Like it was the most obvious truth in the world.

Days blurred together.

And the yearning—

It didn’t fade.

It grew.

“You’re late.”

You froze at the entrance.

“…It’s been ten minutes.”

“Mhm.”

Luffy sat exactly where you’d left him that morning.

Except now, the rope was gone. You freeze.

“You took it off,” you say, high alert now.

“Yeah.”

“…Why?” You ask gripping the kind in your pocket.

He tilted his head.

“Didn’t need it.”

A pause.

“ Then why are you still here?” Your hand stilled, laughing mentally at how stupid he is, bending down to grab the tie again. “ you’re still here and that makes you a prisoner.”

“No, I’m not.”

You frowned. “Excuse me?”

“I stayed.”

Your heart skipped.

“That’s not the same thing.”

“It is to me.”

You stepped closer, reaching for his wrist, to tie him again.

To remind both of you what this was.

But he didn’t resist.

Didn’t pull away.

Just watched you.

Quiet. Intent.

Your fingers brushed his skin—

And stilled.

“…Why aren’t you leaving?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

“I told you.”

“That’s not a real answer.”

He leaned forward slightly.

Close enough that you had to meet his eyes.

“It is.”

There was something different now.

Not wild. Not chaotic. Focused.

Like all of him had narrowed down to one thing.

You.

“I like when you’re here,” he continued.

Your breath hitched.

“I like when you talk. When you cook. When you look at me.” His voice dropped slightly.

“When you don’t… I don’t like it.”

That wasn’t possessive. Not exactly.

But it wasn’t normal either. You’re literally holding him hostage.

“ Luffy I’m holding you hostage. Im going to kill you, what about that dont you understand?”

“Yet you didn’t.”

He shifted closer.

Not touching you. Not yet.

But near enough that you could feel the warmth of him.

His hand moved. Slow. Careful.

Like he was giving you time to pull away.

You didn’t.

His fingers wrapped around your wrist.

Warm. Steady. Anchoring.

“You should leave,” you said.

“You want me to?”

You hesitated.

And that was enough.

He leaned closer.

Forehead almost touching yours now.

“You hesitated.”

“…So?”

“So you don’t want me to.”

Your heart was racing. Too fast. Too loud. Why? You didn’t know. Youre not supposed to be affected by his yearning…

“I don’t wanna go,” he murmured. Not stubborn. Not loud.

Just… honest.

“I don’t wanna be anywhere you’re not.”

Ugh I love it when men yearn lol

[callmerainmann]

forwards, beckon, rebound | Monkey D. Luffy x fem!Reader

plot. You, an ex-headhunter and new member of the Straw Hat Pirates, are dealing with changes. Your past haunts you to the point of sickness, but your captain Monkey D. Luffy is determined to show you the same kindness he sees in your eyes. And that you deserve to be loved.

word count. 2.9k

tags. angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, physical touch as love language, cuddling, night comfort, falling in love, feelings realization, Reader is an ex-headhunter, Reader is a Straw Hat, sort of sick fic, fainting, Reader faints and cries a lot but the ANGST is REAL, worried Luffy.

TW! MENTIONS OF ABUSE, TRAUMA.

a/n. damn for my first Luffy fic this came out more angsty than I thought, but I'm happy with the result! Promise the next one will be a bit more light-hearted.

It started with vertigos, palpitations and your skin getting scorching hot. The usual. Then you almost passed out, you registered the feeling just in time to curl up and close your eyes in preparation, but somehow you didn’t feel your body hitting the ground. Soft hair touched your forehead, it’s Nami’s for sure. Then you started trembling and, before you could even register what Nami was saying to you as she shook your shoulders, your mind went blank.

You’re dealing with changes. And the past you’re trying to leave behind. Your body is not handling it the way it should. All of it is catching up to you right now that you’re trying to make amends with yourself. But when you spend your whole life going after people’s lives to take them with you and exchange them for money, it’s everything but easy. Headhunting was all you knew, all your father thought you to do and to be. Through training, and words, and violence. He beat you up when you failed, locked you outside the house in sheer cold when you told him you were too sick to train, called you a failure and starved you when he caught you playing outside with other kids instead of working out. Your father was in it only for the money, but raising a little girl with only violence isn’t enough. Hatred is needed. Hatred and resentment can make a person unstoppable. Just make sure that they don't develop their own perspective on things.

And when the poster of a pirate with a 30 million bounty and a straw hat appeared in town, your father gave you a mission. Kill Monkey D. Luffy, bring back the bounty, or else your life is over. And so you followed Luffy all the way through islands and waves, attempting to kill him in cold blood. You sparred, and fought, and you got bruises and cuts and he did too, but he never, ever finished you even when he had the possibility. And vice-versa. Until one last time, you broke down crying for your life. Not the one threatened by the straw hat pirate, but the one your father sought to kill if you failed. And, instead of killing you when you were kneeling on the ground, Luffy got down and wiped your tears with a strip of his red shirt that you tore away in battle.

«Crying looks weird on you, you have kind eyes» he just said, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

Your face rose too meet his in shock, only a confused “uh” escaped from your mouth. Next thing you knew you passed out out of exhaustion and woke up on the Going Merry, inside a bed, with food by your side and your wounds bandaged.

«Luffy insisted on taking care of you, I don’t know why he would do that so don’t make any false moves» a girl with red hair, Nami, said to you soon after.

And without even realizing it, you became part of the crew. Luffy basically took you in without even asking you. At first, you would try to run away and reject his attempts spitefully. But you were too far from home as of now, and every island the Going Merry docked at in the Grand Line was life-threatening for you to deal with alone. So every time, Luffy ended up taking you back to the Merry and trying to bandage you. Trying because he was terrible at it, so Sanji or Usopp had to fix it afterwards. All the while he started asking you about your life, why you were a headhunter and after him, and if you cry often or not. All questions asked with a big grin on his face. At first, you kept your mouth shut. But then, you didn’t even know why, you started opening up to him a little, bit after bit. You told him about your resentment towards pirates, and what your dad taught you, and how, still leaving out the abuse part for now. You’re not ready. After listening, he only said.

«Your dad sounds mean, good thing we found you!» and with that, he just chuckled and walked away without questioning you even further.

That time, when you got into your room on the ship, you broke down crying as soon as you closed the door behind you. Thinking about how he smiled at everything you said, how he wiped away your tears the last time you tried to kill him, and you realized something. Luffy was the only person to show you kindness, ever.

So you stopped trying to evade. You started to reciprocate his questions, grins, and gestures. He complimented you on your smile, said that it suited you way more than tears. He repeated that you had kind eyes every time he considered it necessary. The rest of the crew grew accustomed to you, started to trust you, and you were leaving behind the life you had before. No more prejudices about pirates and which lives were worth it or not in this world. You became one yourself.

But the more you felt love towards them, the more it was harder to escape your past self. The lives you took away, the people you did wrong. It wasn’t something you really wanted to deal with, you thought that escaping would be enough. You thought that Luffy, the one boy you swore to kill to save yourself, would suffice. But then the vertigos began, along with the palpitations and the random burning in your stomach. The same things you started feeling as you spent more and more time with Luffy. Until, in Little Garden, you realized that you were in love.

Ironic, you fell in love with the one guy you were hunting down. But you couldn’t deny it anymore, and when he took you by the waist with his stretched arm to ride a dinosaur with him you accepted it. With a smile on your face, your hands latched around his waist and your cheek pressed against his back. The moment came crashing down on you when he turned around and looked at you with the most gentle smile you’ve ever seen and the deepest brown eyes. You didn’t look away, your lips parted, so close to his face and you said to yourself “yeah, I really am in love with him”.

But as soon as you accepted your love for the captain, your body started rejecting your past life even more, to the point of sickness. You didn’t want to be the person you were before, you wanted to be good, to be kind like Luffy said. But how can a former blood-lusted headhunter allow herself to forget and just go on to be a pirate? How can she forgive herself, and the abuse? Zoro too was a headhunter, and he didn’t bother that much about his past, but it was different, he had perspective. You didn’t gain it until now and it’s too much to handle so suddenly. Today, it reached the point of exhaustion, and you passed out on the deck on a sunny, calm day on the Going Merry.

You wake up a few hours after, sweaty and trembling. An ice package is carefully placed on your forehead, but your temperature is as high as ever. There’s no one else in the room, but you can hear voices outside the door.

«I just wanna check on her!» someone said.

Luffy. You recognize his voice even in febrile exhaustion.

«I just told you, you can’t Luffy! Not until I figure out what she has! We can’t risk you getting sick, or the rest of the crew» a tender, child-like voice. Chopper.

«Chopper, move» Luffy repeated.

You hear stomping, and the voices of Zoro and Usopp raising. Nami and Sanji joined soon after. More thuds and stomps, voices mixing but Luffy trying to be louder. He was clearly growing angry. The door beats a few times, you hear a struggling noise and restraining.

«Luffy…» you whisper under your breath.

But before you can even try to get up, your head falls back and your eyes flutter close again.

It’s night now. Pale moonlight softly envelopes the room, and you can hear the calming sound of waves crashing against the Merry. The ship is decked, it’s not moving. And you feel warmer than before, but not because of the fever, even though you still feel sick to the core. It’s because someone is cuddled next to you. When he notices your open eyes, a relaxed and joyful smile extends on his tan face. Your heart skips one or two beats.

«Luffy?» you would’ve jolted, normally, but you’re too weak to do anything more than whisper his name, vaguely confused.

Maybe it was an hallucination. Are you really that down bad for him? But not, by the tender touch of his hand on your waist under the covers and the tickling of his black curls against your cheek, he’s very real.

«Hey, you’re awake!» he whispers, but with a note of evident excitement «how do you feel?»

As you try to collect your thoughts, your worries have the best on the butterflies that bloomed in your stomach due to his proximity. Luffy was cuddled up next to you in your bed, one hand carefully on your waist and one between your hair, caressing them slowly.

«Luffy, you know that I’m sick right-»

«Don’t worry! We decked not long ago and Chopper and the others went to find some medical herbs, you’ll get better I promise»

«That’s not the point, you could get sick too we don’t know what I have yet! It could be viral!» you try to protest.

But the captain doesn’t flinch. His smile doesn’t even falter in the slightest.

«While the others are out searching for meds my duty is to check on you. You were trembling lots, so I’m doing my job perfectly fine!» he replied.

In reality, things went a bit differently. That afternoon Luffy had a big fight with the rest of the crew, because he insisted on seeing you so hard that he had to be physically restrained. Which wasn’t an easy job, even with a transformed Chopper and Zoro’s muscles. He was worried sick about you. Even when Nami got sick he was preoccupied and willing to climb a snowy mountain bare handed for her, but with you it was visceral. Since Luffy was so agitated, they came up with a compromise. Everyone will go out to find medicines on the next island, and Luffy could stay with you on the Merry to check on you, but absolutely no touching. He could sit next to you, bring you food and water if needed and give the crew a signal for an emergency, but no physical touch. And there he is, cuddled up with you.

«You could’ve just brought me an extra blanket…» you murmur.

«Do you want one?»

He asks you innocently. It’s his way of asking you if you’re uncomfortable with him so close, but you don’t want to let go. So you just don’t answer, and silence falls in the cabin. The only sounds audible are the waves pleasantly crashing against the nearby shore, and your breathing. You try to make yours as steady as possible.

After a few minutes, one of your hands travels up his arm. Your other hand moves to touch his face, the tip of your fingers caressing his face, grazing his nose, his left eyebrow, carefully tracing the scar under his eyes. And then between his locs, rhythmically stroking his hair, paying attention not to move his straw hat. No one dares to say a word, until he breaks the silence.

«’s nice…» he says softly, content.

You can’t see his face very well in the moonlit room, but you know that if you just moved your face a little, you could easily kiss him. The idea that he might reciprocate doesn’t sound even that absurd as of now.

But instead of daring to do so, you tear up.

«Why are you like this?» you ask, voice breaking.

Luffy comically frowns and lets out a confused “uh?”.

«What do you mean?»

«I said» a sob escapes your lips «why are you like this? With me? Why are you so nice to me?»

He doesn’t understand where this conversation’s going, at all. He’s dense about it.

«Why shouldn’t I be?» he repeats, still genuinely confused.

«Because I’m a bad person, Luffy!» you snap, raising your voice. The hand that was stroking Luffy’s hair is now covering your tearful eyes.

«That’s not even true!» he shakes his head, raising his voice back a little.

«Oh for fucks sake Luffy. I hunted you down for months, killed pirates mercilessly since I was a little kid, took away so many lives. And now? I become a pirate myself and act like my life was never that way? As if nothing happened? The more I spend time with you guys, the nicer you are with me, especially you, the more I refuse to accept it and I end up in this state. I’m so tired!»

One of your hands grips your hair almost painfully, your palm wet with tears. For a couple of minutes, Luffy doesn’t say anything. He lets you cry quietly, not moving a muscle. After a while, he talks again

«It’s not your fault» he says, calmly.

You don’t say anything. So Luffy repeats himself.

«I’ll say it again. It’s not your fault. People sometimes do things because they don’t know any better. All you knew was killing pirates for money and well, all I knew my life was that I wanted to be one. But I’m learning. The world is made of headhunters, thieves, liars, doctors, princesses and cooks. And these people can be kind, like you»

«How can you be so confident about me being kind?» you ask him.

«Because my gut knows, and I always trust my gut» he says.

You can make out the shape of his smile, his beautiful and ever beaming smile. Only now you realize that he stopped grinning when he said those things to you.

As you let out a few more tears, Luffy does something he never did for you. He reaches for his straw hat, takes it, and places it on your head. You jolt a bit, surprised.

«Listen, no matter what, it’s time for you to choose how you wanna live your life. It’s not up to your dad to tell you, or…me. If you wanna stay with us, this is your home. But if you want to go on another path, it’s only up to you. I just want you to be happy, okay? It’s important. Because I mean it when I say that tears don’t suit you»

His smile is faltering again. You bite your lower lip, attempting to stop your sobs.

«If I decided to leave the crew, would you be sad?»

He doesn’t answer for a while, his smile is gone now. He tries to hide it by burying half of his face in your shoulder.

«I just told you, you have to chose for yourself»

«I want to stay, Luffy»

He hugs you a bit tighter now, his legs tangled in yours, and your silhouettes mixing in the dark, undistinguishable from one another. He’s smiling again.

«Good, because otherwise yeah, I would’ve been very sad about it»

Sheets rustle, and Luffy is now moving. He props himself up to take a better look at your face, moving a strand of hair away from your forehead. Then, he kisses your cheek right on the spot your tears ran down on the most. And then he kisses the corner of your mouth, and your temple, and your forehead.

«’s this okay?» he asks in a hushed tone.

Feeling your heart stuck in your throat, you nod frantically.

Luffy keeps on kissing your face everywhere, delicately, weirdly so for a guy like him. Never on your lips, but everywhere his kisses needed to be.

«But if you want to stay, you have to let us, and me especially, be kind to you. Alright? Because I think you’re kind, funny, nice to be around and that you have nice eyes. ‘mkay?» he casually says, in between kisses. Your eyelids flutter close and he places a kiss on your right one too, before stopping to let you answer. You realize that your tears stopped running and that your temperature feels lower now.

«Okay, I’ll let you be nice to me. And I’ll stay» you whisper.

You allow yourself to kiss him on his forehead, then between his dark hair, and then right under the scar under his brown eyes.

The next morning, the crew found you two soundly asleep, still cuddled up. Most shockingly, you had Luffy’s hat sitting on your head. Sanji let out a sigh and a chuckle soon after, Zoro looked away and Nami groaned. Usopp covered his eyes, mistaking the situation for something a bit different, while Vivi reassured him that you and Luffy did not just have sex.

Meanwhile, Chopper had his hooves gripping his antlers, letting out a small screech.

«Luffy! Get out, now!» he shouted.

Both of you jumped awake, you barely had time to open your eyes before Chopper transformed and yanked Luffy out of your bed, dragging him outside the cabin as he tried to explain himself. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

A stress-induced flu, that’s what Chopper diagnosed you with soon after giving you the proper medications. And with time, the vertigos and palpitations slowly started to disappear. And if they happened to come back, Luffy always knew, and he would cuddle up with you in bed just like that night.

Then, everything would turn out fine for you.

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i’m literally watching the live action one piece bc it’s literally leo valdez core

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so happy i have so many leo fics to catch up on took screenshots of all the new ones so sorry if i spam you guys a bit🫶🏻

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Different kind of pain when you see the latest and only recent post in ur fav characters tag is your own.

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OMG ITS BEEN SO LONG I NEVER POSTED THAT I GOT A BUNNYYY

SHES LITERALLY MY ANGEL (that likes to sit in pee but we’re working on it)

ALSO SHES ONLY 4 MONTHS OLD

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haven’t been active lately i’ve had so many tests it’s not even funny but i should be back soon if anyone cares

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facebook recommended me my ex that ruined my fucking life today for friend suggests after i was doing so well keeping him out of my mind😀🔫💔