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if i can impart any one piece of wisdom to y’all, it’s to, whenever possible, assume good intentions
assume people are trying their best, want to be good and treat others well, and that when their behavior doesn’t align with those goals, it’s because of outside factors that are pushing them to their limit
it’s hard to do, it doesn’t always come naturally, but it’s worth it
before anyone jumps in with an “op has clearly never worked in the service industry,” i work in a public facing library job
i have a patron who is mean as a snake. won’t respond when you greet her, barks orders at you, and is generally nasty
i couldn’t stand her & dreaded the moment she walked in the door, until i stopped one day & went “wow, to walk around feeling unhappy enough to treat people so horribly every day. what a difficult way to live.”
and so my tactics changed. i made a point to be extra kind & friendly to her. she changed her hair color one day & when i complimented her on it, she was very caught off guard & said “oh, thank you. my whole life i’ve thought i was ugly.”
now we’re at the point where she shows me pictures of watercolor paintings she made & says hi when she walks in the door. she’s not my favorite patron, but she’s perfectly okay. most unpleasant people aren’t inherently rotten, they’re just unhappy & coping with it poorly
assume people are always doing their best, even if their best happens to fall a bit short. assume good intentions
TIL in 1915, San Diego hired a “rain maker” who used a secret mix of chemicals to “attract rain” for $10,000, payable if he filled their reservoir. It rained for most of January, destroying bridges, dams, and causing 20 deaths.
His name was Charles Hatfield and I’m not saying that you shouldn’t make a deal with him, but I am saying that you should be very clear about the terms and conditions
I think we need to fully appreciate the fact that the reason he “looks like the Devil” is that many depictions of the Devil in American popular media are specifically caricatures of this guy. Like, imagine being a con man and fucking up your hustle so badly that for more than a century afterwards people start drawing the Devil to look like you.
the council refused to pay him, because the rains had also caused $3.5 million in damages. if they paid him, he would be admitting he was responsible, and would be liable for the damages. he sued them, but the courts ruled that no money would change hands because the rain had been an act of god, meaning he was not responsible.
Really big fan of Sabo’s increasing association with sea birds. Something about Sabo enacting justice when the marines won’t. I hope the trend continues.
Researchers look at countries that have prohibited corporal punishment for kids and their rate of youth violence.
Now a new study looking at 400,000 youths from 88 countries around the world suggests such bans are making a difference in reducing youth violence. It marks the first systematic assessment of whether an association exists between a ban on corporal punishment and the frequency in which adolescents get into fights.
[F]or both boys and girls, [prof. Elizabeth Gershoff] said, “We found [spanking] linked to more aggression, more delinquent behavior, more mental health problems, worse relationships with parents, and putting the children at higher risk for physical abuse from their parents.”
“People often ask: Why didn’t you look for positive aspects?” she continued. “My answer is: We did, and there were none. We see consistently that the more children are spanked, the more behavioral problems they have in the years ahead.”
oh wow I haven't seen this post in years. how did people find it again? back when I wrote that, I was still a beautiful young maiden of marrying age...
time sure flies, huh? those days feel like forever ago. I mean, it's like I'm a completely different person, I don't know what to say. I can still remember sitting by the lake, tracing reeds across the water's surface and promising that those beautiful days of summer would last forever...
One of my brothers has this thing where he likes to be included on sibling movie night but he will not sit down or actually join us, he’ll just wander around the house and periodically show up to lurk in the doorway or lean on someone’s seat
And *I* have this thing where I always always know when he’s there, because every time he’s not wandering around like the ghost of jacob marley and isn’t immediately visible it’s because he’s stopped moving to watch the film from directly behind me, which makes the back of my neck tingle like a dog sensing an earthquake
Which has on more than one occasion resulted in me interrupting the movie to tell him to just sit the fuck down and stop lurking in the shadows, Jesus Christ, it’s like I’m being haunted by the memory of ancient sins
Which has in turn been shortened to just “ancient sins”, every time I feel him doing it again
So to summarize, sometimes when my siblings and I get together for a movie night, we’ll all be sitting in the dark in complete silence until my ass deadpan announces “ancient sins” and a 90 pound 5’11” Slenderman looking motherfucker emerges from the shadows behind me like a jumpscare incarnate in Batman pajamas pants and informs me that we are out of orange soda
tags: fluff, light comedy, established relationship, protective, pda
a/n: sorry for playing so much with ace T.T
words count: around 1.3k - 1.4k each
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
── .✦ Zoro:
The sun is down. The sky is dark, but the town is bright with lights and music.
You just finished eating at a small place by the sea. The food was great. Now, the crew stands outside, full and happy.
Luffy stretches his arms “Alright! Let’s go explore!”
Usopp nods “Let’s split up! We’ll cover more ground!”
You feel warm. Maybe too warm. That third drink… or was it the fourth? Either way, your head is spinning just a little. But your smile won’t leave your face.
Nami pulls out a map “Okay, I’ll go with Sanji, Chopper, Zoro, and Y/N.”
“Eh? Why am I in that group?” Zoro asks, already frowning.
Nami smirks “Because I said so. Try not to get lost this time.”
You giggle and stumble a little “I’ll make sure he doesn’t.”
Zoro looks at you, arms crossed “You can’t even stand straight.”
You step forward and grab his arm “That’s why I need you.” Your voice is soft. Sweet. Maybe a little loud.
Zoro freezes. His cheeks turn the faintest pink. He glances around—people are watching “H-Hey. Don’t cling like that.”
You grin and press your cheek to his shoulder “But you’re warm.”
“Oi, marimo,” Sanji says, cigarette between his lips, “If she wants to hold you, let her. You lucky bastard.”
Chopper runs ahead, excited “Let’s find some cool shops!”
You keep holding onto Zoro’s arm as the group walks. He keeps trying to shake you off, gently. But you won’t let go.
“Y/N,” he says in a low voice “People are staring.”
“So?” You look up at him with a small smile “I like holding you.”
He sighs “You’re impossible.”
“But you love me” you tease.
He looks away, his voice barely a whisper “…Yeah.”
You blink “What?”
“Nothing” he grunts.
Nami glances back and smiles “You guys are so cute.”
Zoro groans “Don’t start.”
You lean even closer “Zoro~”
“What now?”
“Carry me.”
“No.”
“Pleaaase?”
Sanji laughs “I’ll carry you, mademoiselle—”
“No!” Zoro snaps. He sighs again and crouches “Fine. Get on.”
You cheer quietly and hop onto his back. Your arms go around his neck “Zoro’s the best…”
“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t puke on me.”
You rest your head on his shoulder, finally closing your eyes.
Zoro walks, steady and strong, even with you on his back.
Behind you, Nami whispers to Sanji, “He’s totally soft for her.”
Sanji shrugs “Still don’t get what she sees in that mosshead.”
Zoro’s ear twitches “I can hear you, idiots.”
The streets are quieter now. Fewer lights. Fewer people.
You’re still on Zoro’s back, half-asleep. Your cheek rests against his shoulder. His body is warm, and his footsteps steady.
Sanji walks ahead with his hands in his pockets. Chopper’s beside him, talking excitedly about a candy shop he saw. Nami looks at the stars.
Then it happens.
“Oi, oi… look at those two up front.”
The voice comes from a shadowed alley. A group of men steps out. Maybe five… no, more. Eight? Ten?
All of them wear smug grins and old, ragged clothes. Drunk or bored, or both.
“Redhead’s got legs for days” one of them whistles.
Another points at you “And that one’s already clinging to her man. What a shame.”
You blink slowly, still a little tipsy, but even you catch that.
Zoro stops walking.
Nami’s eyes narrow “Great.”
Sanji steps forward fast, arm out in front of Nami and Chopper “Let me handle this.”
Zoro lowers you gently to the ground “Can you stand?”
You nod smiling proudly at you don't even know what “Mmhm. I’ll try my best”
He steps away from you, his hand already on one sword.
The men keep talking.
“Hey sweetheart,” one says to Nami, “you and your friend here, ditch the blond twig, the dog and that Grinch. We’ll show you a good time.”
Another laughs “Yeah the drunk one too. Bet she’s easy.”
Everything goes still.
Sanji’s eyes glow with rage “What did you say?”
Zoro doesn’t speak. He just draws his sword with a soft shing.
The leader of the group smirks “Look at these pretty boys. Gonna cry?”
Sanji takes off his jacket slowly “Nami-swan, Chopper—stay back.”
Chopper grabs Nami’s hand and pulls her behind a cart “Be careful!”
Zoro turns his head slightly toward you “Sit down. This’ll be quick.”
You nod and sit near the cart, leaning against it.
The men charge first, loud and sloppy.
Bad idea.
Sanji moves like fire, one man down with a spinning kick.
Zoro is calm and cold. His sword flashes but he doesn’t cut them, just knocks them flat with the dull side. Quick. Clean. Brutal.
But then someone tries to sneak around.
Toward you.
“Hey, maybe I’ll take the quiet one... she cute”
Zoro’s blade is at the man’s neck in a second. His voice is low, dangerous.
“Say another word.”
The man gulps.
“Zoro” you whisper. You’ve never seen his eyes like this. Sharp. Dark.
“I’m fine,” he says “But I don’t like people looking at you like that.”
Sanji grabs another by the collar and slams him into the ground “Next time you look at a lady like that, I’ll rearrange your face.”
The rest scatter fast. Limping, running, one even crawls away.
Silence again.
Chopper peeks out “Is it over?”
Nami sighs “Yeah. Idiots.”
Zoro walks back to you. He crouches “You okay?”
You nod “They were gross.”
He offers his hand. You take it.
“Next time,” he says, “stay close.”
“I was literally on your back.”
He grunts “Still.”
You smirk “Were you jealous?”
He looks away “…No.”
“You were.”
He doesn’t answer, just picks you up again, bridal-style this time.
You blink “What are you doing?”
“You can’t walk, and I’m not letting you fall behind.”
Sanji lights another cigarette, muttering, “Show-off.”
Zoro ignores him. You wrap your arms around his neck again, this time without teasing.
“Thanks” you whisper.
His voice is soft, only for you “Always.”
Zoro still holds you in his arms as the group walks again. You rest against his chest, eyes half-closed, smile lazy.
But after a few more steps, you squirm a little.
“Zoro?”
“Hm?”
“You can put me down. I can walk now.”
He pauses “You sure?”
You nod “Promise. I’m not that drunk anymore.”
He stops and gently lowers you onto your feet. His hands linger on your arms a second longer, just in case you stumble.
You wobble just a little but stay up.
“See?” you say with a proud smile “Told you.”
He nods “Fine. But don’t fall again.”
You start to walk, but then he does something strange.
He reaches down… and takes your hand.
Your eyes widen a little. So do Nami’s.
Even Chopper notices “Whoa… Zoro’s holding hands?!”
Zoro doesn’t let go. He doesn’t look embarrassed, either. Just keeps walking like it’s nothing.
Nami raises an eyebrow “Since when do you hold hands in public?”
Sanji raises both eyebrows “Yeah, mosshead, you sick? Got a fever or something?”
Zoro glances at them “Tch. I just don’t want her tripping.”
Chopper runs up beside him, grinning “But you never do that! That’s so cute!”
Zoro sighs but doesn’t snap “Yeah, well. You’re fine, Chopper. Just don’t push it.”
You look at him. Really look. His face is calm now, jaw relaxed, grip warm around your fingers. Not too tight. Not too loose. Just… right.
You don’t know why you feel shy suddenly.
But you say it anyway.
“I have a crush on you. Do you like me back?”
The group stops walking.
Zoro blinks. His eyes meet yours.
“I’m your husband...” he says, flatly “Literally.”
You freeze. Then blink “Oh yeah.”
And then you squeal.
You start bouncing in place, grinning like crazy “You do like me!”
Zoro doesn’t even try to hide the tiny smile that pulls at his lips.
You drop his hand and throw your arms around his neck “Zoro, I like you so much!”
He catches you easily “Yeah, I know.”
And then you kiss him.
Right there. In the middle of the street.
It’s soft but sure. You lean into him. He lets it happen.
He kisses you back.
Chopper covers his mouth “Oh my god…!”
Nami gasps, then laughs “This is so going in my diary.”
Sanji nearly drops his cigarette “I hate this timeline.”
Zoro pulls back just a little, still holding you “You’re drunk.”
You whisper, “But not that drunk.”
He exhales slowly “Yeah. Sure.”
You rest your forehead against his “I love you.”
He answers without thinking “I love you too.”
Another pause.
“You just said that out loud?” Nami shouts.
Sanji groans loudly “This is a nightmare.”
Chopper claps his hooves “They’re in love! So cute!”
Zoro finally sets you back down, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Come on,” he says “Let’s go back before the idiots behind us explode.”
── .✦ Sanji:
The Thousand Sunny docks at a bright island full of music, shops, and food stalls. The air smells like grilled fish and sweet fruit. It’s the kind of place the crew loves.
“Let’s eat everything!” Luffy cheers.
“You say that on every island” you say, smiling.
“Because it’s always true!”
You walk beside Sanji, your fingers brushing his. He takes your hand without even looking and brings it to his lips.
“My beautiful angel,” he murmurs “Shall we find a feast worthy of your beauty?”
“Just one that won’t kill us,” you joke “Please.”
The crew ends up at a cozy restaurant near the center of town. There’s a band playing outside, and the tables are shaded with bright cloths. People are drinking and laughing everywhere.
“Find a seat,” Sanji says “I’ll handle the food.”
You touch his arm “Don’t take too long.”
“Only death could keep me from you, mon amour.”
You roll your eyes, but your heart does that little flutter. Sanji always talks like that. He means it too, in his own dramatic way.
You sit with Nami, Robin, and the others. Everyone’s talking and laughing. Luffy tries to steal bread from someone else’s plate. Typical.
At the counter, Sanji orders. That’s when two women walk in, locals, dressed in soft, colorful clothes. They spot him instantly.
“Oh no,” Nami mutters “Look who just walked into his life.”
You turn and see them. One’s got curly black hair, the other wears silver earrings that swing when she walks. Both walk straight to Sanji.
You watch calmly.
“Hi, stranger” says the taller girl.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” the short one asks, leaning close.
Sanji smiles politely “Just visiting. I’m with friends.”
“Too bad,” the tall one says “We were hoping you’d say you were alone.”
“Oh? Then I must break your hearts, ladies,” he says, still smiling “I’m already spoken for.”
Your chest warms at that. But still… he doesn’t leave.
Then the shorter one laughs and says, “Just one drink. That’s not cheating.”
Sanji hesitates. He looks toward your table. He meets your eyes.
You shrug with a soft smile “Go ahead.”
He raises an eyebrow “Are you sure?”
You nod “You’re too polite to say no anyway.”
He stands there for a moment longer. Then he sighs dramatically, presses a hand to his heart, and says, “Forgive me, my love. It’s only a drink.”
“Don’t fall in love with anyone” you say.
“Impossible. You already own my heart.”
He walks with them to a small table in the corner. They giggle. One pours him something pink into a glass. He keeps his hands to himself, posture perfect, but he talks, smiles, flatters. You can almost hear the compliments from here.
Zoro leans closer “You’re really letting him do that?”
“Why not?” you say, sipping your drink.
“He’s literally flirting right now.”
“No. He’s just being Sanji.”
Robin chuckles “You trust him.”
You nod “I do.”
Still, your eyes don’t leave him. Even if your heart knows he’s yours, it’s hard to ignore two girls laughing at his jokes.
After ten minutes, he stands up, bows, and walks back. One of them tries to touch his arm, but he gently steps away.
“Thank you, ladies. But my real treasure is waiting for me.”
When he sits beside you again, you hand him a glass of water.
“Done being too polite?” you ask.
He takes the glass “It was torture, I swear.”
“You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
“I was praying you’d come save me.”
You laugh “Liar.”
He leans closer “I only ever mean it when I talk to you.”
You smile and take a bite of your food.
But you don’t let go of his hand under the table.
The meal is almost done. Luffy’s plates are stacked like a tower. Usopp is bragging about something that never happened. You lean back in your chair, sipping a cold drink. Sanji sits beside you, close but calm.
You feel his warmth next to you. You feel… okay.
Until they show up again.
The same two girls from earlier. The tall one waves. The short one smiles like she’s just so happy to see him again.
“Is this seat taken?” the short one asks, already pulling over a chair next to Sanji.
“You’re back,” Sanji says politely “What a surprise.”
You don’t say anything. You’re watching. Listening.
They sit anyway.
Tall girl rests her arm on the back of Sanji’s chair “You left so fast earlier. We didn’t get to hear more about you.”
Short Girl adds, “We’ve never met someone so… elegant. You must be used to lots of attention.”
Sanji chuckles nervously “Please, you flatter me.”
You raise an eyebrow. He’s not leaning toward them, but he’s not moving away either. He’s being polite. Too polite.
You glance at Zoro. He’s smirking.
Nami mutters under her breath, “I’d slap them.”
Robin sips her drink “This is getting interesting.”
One of the girls tries to feed Sanji something off her plate.
You drop your fork.
Everyone goes silent for a second.
Sanji finally leans back “Ladies, I can’t—”
You stand up slowly. You smile. But not the nice kind.
You walk over and rest your hand gently on his shoulder. He turns to you like the sun just came out. You don’t look at him yet. You look at the girls.
And you say, loud and clear “That’s my husband.”
The words hit the table like thunder.
Both girls freeze. One blinks. The other pulls her hand back like she touched fire.
Sanji turns bright red. His eyes go wide. Then his mouth falls open “Y-your… husband?”
You finally look at him.
“Yes. You’re my husband, aren’t you?”
He starts nodding so fast it’s like his head is going to fall off.
“I’m your husband!” he says, grinning like an idiot, heart eyes in full bloom “Forever and ever! I belong to you, my love!”
He grabs your hands, kisses them one after the other “Your husband. Only yours. Always.”
You smile sweetly at the girls “Thanks for keeping him entertained.”
They stand up awkwardly, mutter something, and walk away quickly.
Sanji’s still holding your hands. Still blushing. Still staring at you like you just saved his life.
“I love when you get possessive” he whispers.
“You just love when I call you ‘husband’” you say.
“…Maybe.”
You lean down and kiss his cheek “Then behave, husband.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Sanji’s still holding your hands like they’re sacred treasure. The girls are gone, the crew is snickering quietly, and you finally sit back down beside him.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off you.
“You’re incredible” he whispers.
“You’re lucky I am.”
He gives you a dreamy sigh “Marry me again.”
“You’d flirt with the waitress at the wedding.”
He gasps “I would never!”
“You’d compliment her hair while holding my hand.”
“…I would,” he admits “But I’d still only see you.”
You give him a look. That look.
And then you glance down at his hands.
“Hey.”
“Yes, angel?”
“Why didn’t you wear your ring today?”
He blinks “What?”
You raise an eyebrow “It’s usually easier once they see that you’re taken.”
Sanji looks down at his bare left hand like he just noticed it. Then he immediately starts digging in his coat pocket.
“I—I was washing dishes this morning!” he says, panicking “I didn’t want to scratch it! I swear I meant to put it back on!”
“Uh-huh.”
He finally finds it. A simple gold band, a little worn from kitchen life, but still shining.
He grabs your hand and slides it on with dramatic care, like he’s proposing again.
“There. Forgive me?”
You hold up your hand and show him the matching one on your finger.
“I always wear mine.”
He groans “I’m the worst husband ever.”
You lean in close “You really are.”
He tilts his head, eyes hopeful “But I’m your husband.”
You sigh, pretending to be annoyed, but you can’t help the smile creeping across your face.
“Yeah,” you say softly “You are.”
He lights up again.
“You make me crazy” you say.
He kisses your hand “Then let’s be crazy together.”
“Get a room, this is disgusting.” Zoro says while drinking.
“Nooo, no room. I want to see.” Brook replies getting punched by Nami before he can even do his usual laugh.
The crew laugh but you don’t put your eyes away from your husband, blushing and smiling softly and he does the same.
── .✦ Law:
The fire crackles in the middle of the camp. Meat sizzles, drinks pour, and the air is full of laughter and victory.
The war is over. Kaido is down.
Tonight is for celebration.
You're sitting close to Law, sake cup in hand. It’s warm in your chest now. The fourth cup? Maybe fifth? You lost count. Whatever. You’re relaxed. Happy. Tipsy.
You lean back, stretch, and laugh at a joke Usopp just told, even if you didn’t fully hear it.
Shachi blinks “She’s having fun. Someone mark the date.”
“I’m telling her you said that” Ikkaku warns, grinning.
Law glances at you “You good?”
You grin “Mmhmm. Sake’s nice.”
He hums but watches you for a beat longer.
Across the fire, Luffy stands on a barrel “This party needs more energy!”
Sanji spins around at your laugh “Y/N-chwaaaan! You look radiant in firelight! Please, dance with me!”
You shake your head and gesture at Law “Taken.”
That single word makes Penguin choke on his drink.
Kid raises an eyebrow “Taken, huh?”
You smirk and lean into Law’s space, voice teasing, “Don’t worry, Captain. I’ll make it obvious.”
Law narrows his eyes “What does that mean?”
You grab his hat, pluck it off his head, and drop it on your own. It’s too big and slides over your eyes.
Shachi lets out a shriek-laugh “Oh my god, she’s wearing his hat!”
“Y/N, give it back.” Law says flatly, reaching for it.
You tilt your head “No.”
“Give it—”
“Say please.”
He stares at you “You’re drunk.”
“Didn’t say no” you sing.
Zoro makes a low sound that might be a laugh. Sanji, meanwhile, is clenching his wine bottle like it personally betrayed him “She’s flirting with him? With that guy?”
Nami snorts “They’re sitting in each other’s space, Sanji. She’s on him.”
“Tragedy!” Sanji whispers.
You grab Law’s face with both hands “Hey.”
“What.” he says stiffly.
“You know I like you, right?”
The fire quiets. Everyone freezes. Even Luffy stops mid-meat-bite.
Law tenses “What are you doing?”
“Reminding you. In case you forgot.”
Shachi and Penguin look away. Bepo buries his face in his paws. Ikkaku groans “Oh no, it’s happening.”
You poke Law’s cheek “I like your murder face.”
Kid laughs out loud “Murder face?!”
“Shut up” Law growls, glaring across the flames.
You curl up next to him, still wearing his hat “So handsome.”
“Y/N,” he mutters, voice low “Stop.”
You tilt your head “Why? You’re mine, right?”
“…Yes.”
Usopp drops his cup.
“Excuse me?!” Sanji shouts.
“Did we just get a whole relationship reveal during party time?” Nami blinks.
Robin smiles gently “I was wondering how long they’d keep it quiet.”
Kid looks between you and Law “You? With him? Damn.”
“Respect.” Heat adds, raising his drink.
You raise yours too, still leaning into Law “Cheers.”
Law looks like he wants the ground to swallow him.
You wiggle your fingers in Law’s hair, still wearing his oversized hat.
“You know,” you say, voice soft but playful, “you’re kind of impossible to ignore when you blush like that.”
Law tries to pull his face away, but you catch his chin gently “Don’t be shy.”
He groans, but you can tell he’s smiling behind the cup he’s raising to hide his face.
Sanji is practically vibrating with jealousy a few feet away “Oi! Don’t hog the captain! She’s mine too, damn it!”
You laugh “Sanji, you’re sweet, but Law’s got me.”
Law’s eyes flash toward Sanji “Careful.”
You glance back at Law, eyes sparkling “You know you’re the hottest boyfriend I could ask for.”
Law freezes. Then, deadpan but with a tiny smile, he says, “I’m your husband.”
The camp goes silent.
For a split second, your brain glitches—wait, husband?—and then you explode, louder than anyone expected, “OMG YAYYY! I FORGOT YOU MARRIED ME! BEST NEWS EVER!”
You throw your hands up in the air, practically bouncing in your seat like you just won the lottery. Your smile stretches impossibly wide, and your eyes sparkle with giddy excitement.
“Law! We’re married! Can you believe it?!” you gush, nearly knocking over your sake cup “I totally forgot you married me! I’m so lucky! This is the best news ever!”
Law’s eyes widen as he watches you go full-on happy dance mode, his usual calm cracking. He reaches out quickly, steadying you by the shoulders.
“Hey, hey, sit down.” he says with a low chuckle, his voice gentle but firm.
You wobble slightly but don’t stop grinning “Can’t! I’m too excited!”
He sighs, shaking his head fondly, trying again to settle you “You’re going to fall.”
You catch his hands, laughing “Maybe, but it’s worth it!”
Law’s cheeks darken just a bit, but he can’t help the soft smile tugging at his lips “You’re ridiculous.”
You lean closer, eyes bright and teasing “Ridiculous? I prefer when you call me adorable.”
A few of your crew are watching, amused. Penguin smirks “She really lights up when she talks about you.”
“Yeah, I’ve never seen her this happy” Shachi adds.
Law’s hand stays steady on your shoulder, and after a moment, you finally settle back down, still glowing.
“Don’t scare me like that” he mutters quietly.
You squeeze his hand “Never. You’re stuck with me... husband.”
He groans dramatically but the warmth in his eyes says otherwise “I’m already regretting marrying you.”
You laugh “Good.”
Luffy’s mouth is wide open, still holding half a meat leg “Wait… married?!”
Nami drops her drink “You two are married?!”
Kid bursts out laughing “Well, no wonder you’re so attached, freaky doctor!”
Sanji’s jaw drops, completely stunned “Husband?!” He looks like he might faint.
Bepo squeaks and hides behind a tree.
You bounce happily “Yep! Secret’s out! We’re married, but only the crew knew.”
Law sighs, adjusting his hat back onto his head “I wanted to keep it quiet.”
“Too late now! You said that yourself!” You grin.
Robin chuckles “Well, congratulations. I always thought you two were close.
Zoro shrugs, grumbling, “Figures.”
You lean into Law, wrapping your arm around his waist “Guess you can’t escape me.”
Law looks resigned but happy “Good.”
Sanji crosses his arms, muttering, “I need a drink…”
You giggle and whisper to Law, “Worth it.”
Law just shakes his head with a small smile.
The campfire flickers as everyone recovers from the big reveal. You lean against Law, still smiling but your eyes hold something deeper, a shadow behind the joy.
Law notices. His gaze sharpens “You’re quiet now.”
You take a shaky breath “I… I'm drinking to forget, but it's not working.”
His eyebrows knit “Forget what?”
You glance away, voice low “How you almost died in the fight. I saw you, Law. It scared me.”
For a long moment, no one speaks. The warmth from the fire feels heavier.
Law’s usual hard edge softens, and he reaches out slowly to pat his hat on your head.
“Hey” he says quietly, voice gentle.
Law reaches out and pats his hat gently on your head. His voice is low, almost careful.
“You’re important to me.”
You look up at him, surprised but steady “Same here.”
His hand lingers a moment on your shoulder before he pulls back slightly, the usual sharpness softened.
He almost forgets you’re in public, his hand lingering on your shoulder like he wants to pull you close. The tough captain’s guard drops for just a second.
Kid smirks “Whoa, Law getting soft.”
Penguin frowns, eyeing your sake cup “You’ve had enough.”
You reach for it again.
His hand shoots out, stopping you “No more.”
Shachi nods “We need you clear, not drunk.”
You pout “But I’m having fun!”
Bepo hops closer, worried “Captain, she’s too loud already.”
Law stands, arms crossed, watching you “They’re right. No more drinking.”
You frown but lower the cup “Only because you said so.”
Law’s lips twitch into a rare smile “Good.”
Your crew surrounds you protectively.
Ikkaku teases, “Lucky he’s soft with you.”
You lean on Law, feeling safe “I am.”
Sanji mutters, “Unbelievable...”
Law’s hand slides around your waist, pulling you close “Stop worrying now. Stay with me.”
You sigh happily “Always.”
── .✦ Shanks:
The sun is high. The air smells like salt and grilled fish.
The Red Force is docked near a lively island. There's music, laughter, and drunk pirates everywhere. Shanks is somewhere near the tavern, talking too loudly, laughing like nothing in the world is wrong.
You sip your drink under a shaded canopy near the docks, far from him but close enough to hear his stupid laugh.
You haven’t spoken in four days.
Not since the fight.
"You're impossible" you’d said.
"You're too stubborn" he'd answered.
Then silence.
Now? You're pretending he doesn't exist. He's pretending the same. Except that you know he sees you. Just like you see him. Always.
“Why are you even mad?” Lucky Roux had asked.
You didn’t answer. You didn’t even know anymore.
“Wanna talk about it?” Yasopp tried.
You glared at him until he walked away.
Suddenly, a shadow falls over your table. You glance up.
It’s a man. Not part of the crew.
Tall. Dark skin. A silver earring. Broad shoulders and a smirk you don’t trust.
“You look lonely” he says, leaning close.
You raise a brow “I’m not.”
“No one should drink alone on a day like this.”
You say nothing. But you don’t tell him to go away either.
From across the street, you feel Shanks before you see him. He’s leaning against a wall, one foot crossed over the other, grinning lazily.
He’s watching.
Of course he is.
The stranger sits down beside you “Name’s Davor” he says, offering a hand.
You shake it, quick “Mm.”
“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing away from the party?”
You smile, small. Still not interested. Still mad.
But then your eyes meet his again... Shanks.
He tips his head slightly, smug as ever. His eyes are saying, Go ahead. Play. You’re still mine.
Your blood heats up.
Fine.
You turn to the stranger, eyes a little softer “You look strong” you say, laying a hand lightly on his arm.
He grins, surprised “I train a lot.”
You let your fingers trace the curve of his bicep “I can tell.”
From the corner of your eye, Shanks pushes off the wall.
Still smiling.
Still calm.
But his jaw is tight now. You know that look. He’s coming.
Davor leans closer “Careful. You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll think I have a chance.”
“Yeah, but careful...” you say, smirking “I bite.”
“I like that.”
You let out a fake little laugh, sweet and mean at the same time.
Shanks steps behind the man without a sound “Hey,” he says, cheerful “Enjoying the view?”
Davor looks up “R...Red-Haired Shanks?”
“Red-Haired Shanks, yes.” He nods at you “That seat’s taken.”
Davor blinks “She didn’t say she was—”
“She didn’t have to” Shanks cuts in, voice low now.
You lean back, sipping your drink, acting bored.
But your heart is racing.
Davor glances between you both “I didn’t mean any disrespec—”
Shanks claps a heavy hand on his shoulder, all teeth “Course not. Just be careful. Some things look unclaimed when they’re not.”
Davor stands quickly “Got it. Sorry, ma’am.”
He walks away fast.
Silence.
You look at Shanks.
He looks back, eyes hot and shining.
Neither of you says anything.
Then, he leans down, his lips near your ear.
"That was cute," he murmurs "Trying to make me jealous."
You roll your eyes “Didn’t try. Just succeeded, or you wouldn't even be here.”
He chuckles “You done being mad?”
You shrug “Maybe.”
He reaches for your drink, takes a sip without asking “Good. 'Cause I’ve missed you.”
You don’t reply.
But you don’t stop him when he sits beside you either.
Not this time.
Shanks stretches his legs out under the table like he owns the world, like he didn’t just interrupt a conversation you were clearly enjoying.
He takes another sip of your drink. Loudly.
You don't look at him.
He waits a second. Two.
Then “So... was that your type?” he asks, too casual “The whole broody and tall thing?”
You blink at the horizon, bored.
Still not speaking.
Shanks grins. He thinks this is funny "Should I cut my hair and start lifting barrels just to compete?"
Still nothing.
"Hello?" he singsongs, nudging your knee with his "Cat got your tongue? Or did Davor take that too?"
You sigh. Long. Loud. Then, you stand.
His smile falters just a second.
"Where you goin’, sweetheart?"
You don’t answer.
You walk.
Back toward the bar. Back to the party.
Back to Davor, who’s drinking something bitter and looking around like he wants to vanish into the floor.
You sit next to him again.
He jumps “Uh—didn’t expect to see you again.”
You smile sweetly “Why? Did my Captain scare you?”
“...A little.” He laughs nervously.
You lean in anyway, eyes half-lidded, voice soft “Don’t worry. He’s not gonna do anything. I won't let him.”
Across the square, Shanks is still sitting at the table. Watching.
You meet his eyes.
He raises his cup in a little mock-toast. That damn smirk is back, the one that says, Go ahead. You’ll come crawling back anyway.
So you turn back to Davor.
“I didn’t get to finish admiring these muscles earlier” you say, touching his arm again. Slower this time.
Davor blushes, but tries to play it cool “You really wanna keep poking the dragon?”
You grin “Why not? It’s not like he’s breathing fire yet.”
Behind you, you hear a whistle.
It’s Shanks.
You don’t turn around.
You just smile wider.
Let him feel the burn this time.
Davor laughs awkwardly when you run a finger down his arm “You’re bold...” he says.
You smirk “You’re still here.”
He shrugs “Only because he hasn’t killed me yet.”
You glance sideways. Shanks is still at the same table, drink untouched, elbow on the wood, chin resting on his hand and eyes fixed on you.
His smile is now gone.
He stands.
The chair screeches back. He walks slow, boots steady on the wood. No smirk now.
You brace, but don’t look away.
Davor sees him coming and tenses “Alright, maybe I should leave now—”
“No,” Shanks says, voice sharp “I’ll talk.”
You tilt your head “Oh? Now you want to talk?”
“I’ve always wanted to talk.” His eyes burn into yours “But you were too busy flirting with that guy’s forearms.”
You lift your chin “I wasn’t flirting. I was proving a point.”
“To who?!”
“To you!”
He runs a hand through his red hair, frustrated “Y/N, what do you want from me right now?”
“I love making you jealous” you say, arms folded, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
He steps closer “I’m not jealous” he says, jaw tight. Then softer, “Just… stop.”
His voice lowers even more “You were right. About the fight. I was stubborn. I didn’t listen. I acted like a damn idiot.”
You blink.
You weren’t expecting that.
“I…” You shift your weight “I don’t even remember why we fought.”
He stares at you “Are you serious?”
You nod “No clue.”
For a moment, the two of you just… stand there. Then his lips twitch. A small, surprised smile. It grows. That warm Shanks smile. Real.
You smile too.
“Wanna start over?” you ask, voice lighter now.
He nods, eyes soft “Yeah. I’d like that.”
You hold out your hand “Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N. I think I have a crush on you.”
He laughs, taking your hand, pulling you in close.
“Babe,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back, “I’m your husband.”
You grin, leaning into his chest “God, I love when you talk domestic to me.”
He kisses your forehead.
“Let’s go finish this somewhere more private.” he whispers.
“Lead the way, Captain” you say, arms wrapping around him.
Davor clears his throat in the distance “So uh… I’m just gonna go—”
“Good call” Shanks says without looking at him.
"Oh Devor!" you call making him turn in surprise "For real... nice arms."
You smirk, still tucked against Shanks’ side, while Davor nods awkwardly and shoots a terrified glance his way.
Shanks turns to you and flicks your forehead. You pout, rubbing the spot like it actually hurt, acting confused about why he did it.
He smiles at you before leaving a kiss on the same spot on your forehead "Idiot, I love you. Now if you're done here..."
And just like that the storm ends.
── .✦ Ace:
The sun is high when the ship docks near a strange little island. Green trees, bright flowers, and weird fruit hanging from every branch. It almost looks like a dream.
You lean on the railing, watching as Ace stretches his arms beside you.
“Another island, another chance to explore” he says with that wide grin of his.
You poke his side “Another chance for you to pull dumb pranks?”
He laughs “No promises.”
He always pranks you. Hiding your shoes. Filling your drink with chili powder. That time he pretended to fall overboard just to hear you scream his name.
You still haven’t gotten him back.
Not yet.
As the crew unloads, you stay close to Ace. You already know the plan.
Marco leans in and whispers in your ear, “You sure you wanna do this?”
You nod “He deserves it.”
Thatch tosses a weird purple fruit into your hands “This will do the trick. Looks freaky, but it’s just sweet inside. Take a bite, pretend you lose your memory. He’ll freak.”
Ace is walking ahead, clueless. You smirk. Time for revenge.
The moment comes during lunch.
Everyone is sitting under a big tree. The sun is warm. Laughter fills the air.
You sit beside Ace and hold up the fruit “Hey, look what I found.”
Ace raises an eyebrow “That looks… sketchy.”
You shrug “You afraid of a fruit now?”
He scoffs “No. I just don’t want you turning into a duck or something.”
You grin and take a bite.
Everyone goes quiet.
You chew slowly, then suddenly drop the fruit and grab your head “Ow… what… what’s happening…?”
Ace sits up fast “Babe?”
You look around, eyes wide “Who are all of you?!”
He freezes “Wait, what?”
“I... I don’t remember anything! Why am I here?! Who are you?!” you shout, pointing at Ace.
"Yeah sure... nice prank, now you can stop alreaady." he says rolling his eyes at you.
You try your best to stay serious, confused and scared... and it actually works because one look over at you and Ace scrambles to his knees “It’s me! Ace! We’re pirates! You love me, remember?!”
You stare at him like he’s a stranger “Pirates?! I don’t even like the ocean!”
You hear muffled laughs behind you, Thatch’s hand over his mouth, Marco shaking with silent laughter, Izou biting his lip so hard it might bleed.
Ace grabs your shoulders “You’re joking. Right? Right?!”
You blink at him, dead serious “Please don’t hurt me! Someone help!”
He turns pale “What?! Hurt you?! I would never! I—guys, help! What do I do?! Should we call a doctor?! Is there a doctor fruit?! I don't know!!”
You sniff, faking a tear “I don’t even know your name!”
He holds your face gently, panic all over him “It’s Ace! Portgas D. Ace! We’ve been together for years! You sleep on my chest every night, you steal my food, you… love me.”
You’re so close on giving up already, you hate seeing him like this. But then you look over at the crew and they start silently making gestures to make you continue it.
And you do.
You’re back on the ship.
Ace insisted.
“If she sees our room,” he told the crew, “she’ll remember everything. Right?”
Marco just raised a brow “Maybe.”
Thatch was trying not to burst into laughter again “Yeah, maybe.”
So now you’re walking beside Ace, pretending to be confused but curious.
You glance around the deck, eyes wide “This is… a nice boat.”
He corrects you instantly “Ship.”
“Right. Sorry, bro.”
Ace flinches “Bro?”
You smile sweetly “Yeah. You’re being really nice to me, bro. I appreciate it.”
He narrows his eyes “You called me ‘lovebug’ yesterday.”
You shrug “Guess I was weird before the memory loss.”
He mutters something under his breath.
When you reach your shared room, he pushes the door open with hopeful eyes.
Inside, it’s warm and messy. Blankets kicked half off the bed. His shirt on the floor. Your hairbrush sitting on the dresser.
He points at the pictures stuck to the wall “See? That’s us. Kissing.”
You tilt your head “Wow. Looks like I liked you a lot, bro.”
He looks physically wounded “Please stop calling me that.”
You walk over to the bed and flop down “It’s comfy in here.”
Ace stands there, running a hand through his hair “You really don’t remember any of this?”
You shake your head with wide, fake-innocent eyes “Nope. But you seem chill. Kinda cute, too.”
He perks up “Cute?!”
“Like… for a brother.”
He groans “I’m not your brother!”
You stare at him, unblinking “Sorry. Bro.”
Ace falls to his knees beside the bed and grabs your hands “Okay, no. That’s it. This has gone too far. Bro here. Bro there. Bro??? I’m your husband!”
Your eyes go wide “What?!”
“Yeah?” he shouts “We sleep together, we travel together, we fight together, we’re in love! You kiss me every morning! You steal the blankets! You chew too loud but I still love you! And don’t make me say what we do closed door now!”
The rest of the crew looks annoyed by this last sentence.
“It’s not like you’re quite “closed door” anyway…” Marco says as if he’s scolding you both.
But Ace doesn’t even seem to care. He just stares at you with the sorriest expression you ever seen on him.
You sit up fast, eyes softening at Ace. The prank suddenly doesn’t feel as funny anymore.
“…Ace.”
“I don’t care if you don’t remember me,” he says, voice quiet now “I’ll make you fall for me again. I’ll tell you everything, every story, every stupid moment. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
Your chest tightens.
You bite your lip, then finally blurt out, “Ace… I’m sorry. It was a prank.”
He blinks “What?”
“I didn’t think you’d fall for it that hard! I thought you were just playing along until a minute ago!” you say, grabbing his hands “It was Thatch’s idea. I just wanted to get you back! I didn’t mean to… Ace, I’m so sorry.”
He stares at you in silence.
Then slowly leans back.
Then throws his hands in the air and screams into the room.
“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!”
You’re hugging him, trying not to laugh and cry at the same time.
Then you hear a snort.
Then a muffled cackle.
Thatch is holding his stomach, tears running down his face “OH MY GOD. ‘BRO?!’ BRO?! I’M YOUR HUSBAND?!’ I’m gonna DIE.”
Marco leans against the wall, arms crossed, shaking his head with a small smile “I warned you not to prank someone more dramatic than you.”
Izou is fanning himself “I almost broke character when she said he was ‘kinda cute’... That was brutal.”
Ace whirls on them “You were all in on this uh?”
Thatch throws both hands in the air “Obviously!”
“You could’ve given me a heart attack!” Ace says.
Marco smirks “I was watching to make sure you didn’t set the ship on fire with your emotions.”
Izou snickers “That speech, though. The blankets. The chewing. I was this close to crying.”
You nudge Ace “Aw. They all thought it was sweet.”
Ace glares at you, then at the others “You’re all monsters.”
Little headcanon for Ace before I go to bed is that he loves sleeping on top of you like a weighted heated blanket whether it be napping, sleeping or just lazing around on the hammock/sofa, he is living his best life.
Of course if you communicate to him that you didn’t like it, he would be a little pouty but will stop (reluctantly) doing it.
Ace just loves being near you and yes I do headcanon him being the type of guy hug from behind when you’re cooking, working etc.
And also play or fiddle with his hair, he loves it especially when you two are laying down with him on top of you, with his head in the nook of your neck or on your chest.
Its like one of his favourite things to do with you.
I saw in a one shot once since gaining his fire abilities the heat doesn’t bother him but then you came along and since we established that ace loves to cuddle or at least be close to you and guess what season out the four stops him from cuddling you because you’re too hot and sweaty, ding ding if you said summer then you be correct.
Lets just say the second the temperature drops he is all over you and is a bit more clingy then normal, at least for a while then his back to normal.
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