Info: fem/reader x Kid, 1st meetings, cussing and rude language, Kid in denial, Kid gets a crush, implied sexual yearning.
Part 1
Keep walking, just keep walking.
Y/N walked at a regular pace despite wanting to run ahead. It was impossible not to feel Kid’s burning gaze as he followed behind.
Why does this have to be so awkward? Couldn't he just walk ahead? Why does he have to walk behind me?
Her throat tightened as she tried not to look over her shoulder. Beads of sweat formed on her back as her hands clutched her shopping bags. It was agony not to break into a panic run or scream. Irrational, she knew it was irrational to get worked up over having to walk in front of her captain, but Kid had a gift for driving her heart into frenzy.
Finally, the ship came into view, and Y/N walked faster to escape Kid. Heat and Wire were busy helping with loading the ship when they saw Y/n with a frantic look on her face and a dark cloud on Kid’s. “You think something happened,” Heat whispered to Wire. Wire muttered, “Who knows”, when Y/N hastily walked past them, barely tossing out a greeting as she boarded the ship.
Killer happened to walk onto the deck right when Y/N rushed past him to the sick bay. When Kid came aboard, he saw the annoyed expression on his face. The good time his Captain and friend had last night had disappeared entirely.
“Did you talk to her yet?” Killer spoke up.
Kid grumbled something and headed to his cabin.
“Guess not,” Killer sighed, wondering if he would have to do something just as Kid changed his direction.
XXXX
Y/N was in the middle of putting away her purchases in the medical ward when she heard his footsteps walking into the room.
“Mouse, we need to talk.”
Y/N froze. This was it, the moment she was dreading. She started let the breath out slowly when a hand fell on her shoulder making her jump.
“Hey! Didn't you hear me!? We need to-”
“I heard you!” Y/N snapped back. She turned her head and glared up at him.
The hand tighten on her shoulder then lossen and fell away.
“I thought you were spacing out,” Kid’s voice grumbled.
“Well, I wasn't,” Y/N replied.
She turned around to face him and crossed her arms. “So what do you want to talk about?”
Kid had the words in the back of his throat, ready to tell her off. “You’re too weak!” “I want you off my ship today! No! In an hour!” “Grab your shit and leave!” “You’ve never fit in, and you never will!”
“Captain?” Y/N said as her glare slowly slipped into concern.
Kid blinked, and instead of letting his rage do the work, he simply said, “You need to go, Y/N.”
Y/N stilled; her heart dropped like a stone to her stomach. Kid never used her name. She was always “Mouse” to him. Worse, he was calm. Not raging or acting impulsive. She foolishly didn't think he could be calm. Her throat tightened as she fought back her panic.
“What do you mean, Captain?” She said, playing dumb, hoping she missed understood him.
Kid’s fist clenched as his other covered his face. This is why it was easy to be a ass, it gets stuff done faster, he thought.
“Fuck!” He cursed to himself.
“Captain?” Her voice came softly.
They stood silent in the room, where the noise of the crew crept in through the walls. They were trapped at a crossroads and neither wanted to move. Y/N stared up at Kid, thinking of what she should say or do. She thought about her journey so far, and the night they were together. The night he had unknowingly taken her.
“He is expecting you tonight”, the Madam’s voice echoed.
If he only knew, Y/n scoffed.
“Okay, Captain.”
It was Kid’s turn to freeze, and his hand slipped down on his face so he could look at her. His eyes met hers, and he cursed himself again. In her eyes, he could see that damnable stubborn spirit and fury that tricked him into believing she could be part of his crew. However, at the edges, he could still see the softness that taunted him. Teased him.
“I'll leave in the next hour,” Y/N continued saying as she stared at him. “I’ve already restocked the medical supplies. Heat doesn’t use herbs so I will be taking those…”
She turned her back to Kid as she continued to talk about what she planned on taking with her and what she will leave behind.
Kid stared at her and felt his rage bubbling up quickly.
“So that’s it!” He shouted at her back. “You’re just going to accept that!”
“You’re the Captain!” Y/N shout back as she turned around. “What am I supposed to do! Beg!”
“Fuck yes, damnit! What the hell is wrong with you!”
“With me! What is wrong with you! Ever since I stabbed you, nothing has been the same!” Y/N argued back. She then took a step forward and pointed at his chest angrily. “You ordered me to attack you and I followed through! I’ve followed every stupid order you tossed my way and you still want me off your crew! And you want me to beg to stay!”
“You were never supposed to join my crew!” Kid shot back as he pointed back at her. “You’re weak and a liability! Worse! You’re a quitter! I don’t need a weak little mouse on my crew!”
“OH!” Y/N shouted back louder than Kid had ever heard her. Loud enough for people walking in the halls to hear.
“FUCK YOU KID! FUCK YOU AND YOUR DICK SMALL ENERGY!”
Kid blinked as Y/N punctuated her words by pointing her finger in his face. He reacted by growling and slapping her hand away, which caused her to react by punching him right in the face. The blow came fast and hard, shocking them both. Kid’s head moved back and he took a deep breath to keep from knocking her out as his fist clutched. Kid was not above hitting a woman, but this one had a hold on him that he could not fight against.
Y/N gasped and stepped back as she covered her mouth. She watched as Kid breathed and moved his head back. His yellow eyes glared dangerously at her.
“I’m-I’m sorry!” She said looking astonished. “I don’t know-“
“Get out!” He snapped.
Y/N blinked and opened her mouth to say something when Kid roared at her.
“GET THE FUCK OUT!”
Kid watched as Y/N out of the room as he breath became heavy with rage. He then slammed his fist straight through the table in the middle of the room. Not yet feeling better, he picked up part of the table and tossed is at the newly restocked medicine cabinet. The sounds of glass and wood breaking had men running to the medical ward and running away.
“The captain gone berserk!”
“Someone garb Killer!”
On the main deck, Heat and Wire watched as men came running out saying that someone needed to stop the captain before he tore apart the ship. Wordlessly, Killer went to the infirmary.
He sighed from the doorway as Kid stood in the middle of the destroyed room panting.
“I’m guessing that you talked to her,” Killer muttered as he rubbed the back of his head.
Kid grunted and walked past him not saying a word. Killer let out another sigh as he looked at the mess, wondering why it couldn’t happened before everything was restocked.
Xxx
Y/N ran to the women’s dorm and quickly packed. The others tried to ask her what was going on but Y/N ignored them as she stuffed the last of her clothes in her bag. She had a vague idea of where to go but she needed to get off the ship first.
As Y/N packed, Kid stormed off the ship and heading back to some place Y/N thought of to seek refuge, back to The Garden.
you two acts like a loving couple all the time, so what happens when someone points it out?
characters: zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo
words count: around 0.8k - 1.3k each
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:
You do a lot of things for Zoro without thinking.
You wake him up when it’s time to eat. You stop him from training too much. You make sure he doesn’t get lost whenever the crew visits a new island.
It’s normal for you. Someone has to do it.
But one day, the others start teasing you about it.
It happens at lunch. You are eating with the crew when Usopp laughs and nudges your arm.
“Hey, aren’t you gonna get your boyfriend?”
You blink. “What?”
Sanji, cleaning his hands with a towel, nods toward the deck “That moss-brained idiot. You always bring him to meals. It’s like a little routine between you two now. Like a couple…”
“We’re not—” You nearly choke on your drink “We’re not a couple!”
Usopp grins “Then why do you always take so much care of him?”
“Because he’s stupid and forgets to eat!” you say, standing up “I’ll go get him, but not because of whatever weird ideas you guys have.”
You walk away while they laugh behind you.
You find Zoro exactly where you expect, napping against the ship’s railing, his swords next to him.
You roll your eyes and shake his shoulder “Oi, wake up. Lunch is ready.”
Nothing.
You shake him harder “Zoro. If you don’t get up, I’ll eat your food.”
He grumbles and waves his hand, like he’s trying to swat away a fly.
Sighing, you do what you always do. You grab his wrist and pull him up with both hands. He lets you. He always does, like it’s natural.
Zoro blinks at you, still half-asleep “Huh. You again.”
“Yeah, me again,” you say “Come eat before Sanji ‘forgets’ to save you anything.”
You’re still holding his wrist, making sure he doesn’t fall back asleep. That’s when you notice Nami and Robin watching from across the deck, smiling.
“What?” you ask, feeling awkward.
Nami smirks “You two are cute.”
Your face heats up “We’re not—he’s not—we’re not together!”
Robin chuckles “You do take care of him a lot.”
Zoro frowns, confused “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Nothing,” you mutterl “Come eat.”
You let go of his wrist too fast and walk away, ignoring the warm feeling in your chest.
You think it’s over, but now you notice things.
Zoro always sits next to you at meals, even when there are other seats. You always save food for him without realizing. And during fights, he always protects you first, like it’s a habit.
And, worst of all, people keep pointing it out.
“y/n,” Chopper asks one day, tilting his head “Are you and Zoro dating?”
You almost trip “What?! No!”
“Oh...” He looks confused “But you act like it”
You groan “Not you too”
After that, you can’t stop thinking about it.
The next time you wake Zoro up, your fingers stay on his wrist a second too long. The next time he pulls you behind him in a fight, your heart beats faster.
And then one evening, when you catch him watching you with a thoughtful look, you realize you might be in trouble.
That night, Zoro speaks first.
“Oi”
You look up from your seat on the deck “What?”
He leans against the railing, arms crossed “Does it bother you?”
You frown “Does what bother me?”
“What people are saying” His eyes stay on you “About us.”
You swallow “Why? Does it bother you?”
He doesn’t answer right away “No” his voice is quieter than usual.
Your stomach flips and you look at the ocean “I mean… it’s just dumb teasing, right?”
Zoro doesn’t reply. Instead, he watches you for a long time. Then, finally, he smirks.
“Doesn’t really matter what they say” he says, voice calm but sure “I’d still stick with you either way.”
Your breath catches and suddenly, your heart won’t let you ignore this anymore.
For the next days you try to brush off what the crew said.
You really do, but it’s impossible to ignore when Zoro keeps acting the same way.
Like when you’re on lookout duty together, and he hands you his jacket without a word.
Or when you spar with him, and he pulls his hits just enough so you don’t get hurt.
Or when you fall asleep on the Sunny’s deck, and you wake up covered with a blanket, one you know you didn’t grab.
And every time it happens, you catch the crew watching. Smirking.
It’s driving you insane.
One afternoon, you finally decide to do something about it.
You find Zoro by the training room, lifting weights. His shirt is half undone, sweat glistening on his skin, but you shove that thought aside.
You cross your arms “Hey, Zoro.”
He grunts in acknowledgment, not stopping his reps.
You hesitate “…Why do you treat me differently?”
He finally sets the weight down, wiping his face with a towel “What?”
“You heard me...” You shift uncomfortably “You do things for me that you don’t do for anyone else.”
Zoro leans back against the wall, looking at you like you just asked a stupid question “So?”
“So?” You huff “That means something, doesn’t it?”
He shrugs “I guess.”
You blink “That’s it? You guess?”
Zoro sighs, scratching his head “Look, I don’t really think about it. I just—” He pauses, then shrugs again “I want to.”
Your heart skips a beat “…What?”
“I want to do those things for you,” he says simply “it’s not a big deal”
You stare at him “Not a... Zoro, are you serious?”
He frowns “What, you don’t like it?”
“That’s not the point!” Your face feels hot “You don’t do this for Nami or Robin or anyone else!”
Zoro looks at you, unimpressed “Yeah. Because it’s you.”
You freeze.
The way he says it, so blunt, so obvious, it makes your stomach flip.
He isn’t flustered. He isn’t overthinking it. He’s just stating a fact.
“…Oh.”
Zoro crosses his arms, watching you carefully “Is that a problem?”
You swallow “No. It’s just…”
It’s everything. It’s him always being there, always looking out for you, always treating you like someone important.
It’s a realization you should have had ages ago.
You let out a breathless laugh “I’m an idiot.”
Zoro raises an eyebrow “Well, yeah.”
You smack his arm. He smirks.
But when your hand lingers just a little too long, he doesn’t pull away.
And suddenly, you both understand... this isn’t just a habit.
It never was.
Ever since that conversation in the training room, things between you and Zoro have… shifted, but not in a bad way.
He still trains for hours. Still naps in random spots. Still bickers with Sanji.
But now, when you sit beside him, his arm naturally rests along the back of your chair.
Now, when you fight, he doesn’t just watch your back, he makes sure you’re never out of reach.
Now, when you look at him for a second too long, he looks right back.
Like he’s waiting.
Like he’s giving you the choice.
One evening, you find him on the Sunny’s deck, looking out at the ocean.
“…Can’t sleep?” he asks.
You shake your head, stepping closer “Thinking too much.”
Zoro smirks “Dangerous habit...”
You huff a laugh but don’t argue.
Instead, you stand beside him, silent for a moment before you finally ask...
“Do you regret telling me?”
Zoro frowns “Telling you what?”
“That you… actually treat me differently. That you want to.”
His jaw tightens slightly “No.”
Your heart does something strange “Good.”
You don’t give yourself time to hesitate.
Before doubt can creep in, you grab him and pull him down.
Zoro freezes.
For half a second, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even breathe.
Then a quiet growl rumbles from his chest, and his hand cups the back of your neck as he kisses you back.
It’s firm. Solid. Like he’s been holding back for too long and refuses to anymore.
When you finally break apart, Zoro leans his forehead against yours, exhaling through his nose.
“…Finally” he mutters.
You grin “You were waiting for me?”
“Wasn’t gonna rush you” His fingers brush your jaw “You get there when you get there.”
You hum, leaning into him “And now?”
Zoro smirks “Now, you’re stuck with me.”
You kiss him again, just to make sure he knows you wouldn’t want it any other way.
── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:
Sanji has always been a flirt. That’s just how he is.
He calls Nami and Robin “my love” and “my dear”. He spins around the kitchen whenever they compliment him. He offers to carry their bags when the crew goes shopping.
But when it comes to you, it’s different.
It starts when the crew is eating dinner together.
“Sanji, can you pass the salt?” you ask.
Instead of handing you the salt shaker, Sanji grabs it, twists off the lid, and sprinkles just the right amount onto your plate.
You blink “Uh. Thanks?”
“Of course, my dear” he says smoothly. Then, as if nothing happened, he turns back to his own plate.
You think nothing of it... until you notice the way the others are watching.
Usopp raises an eyebrow “Did he just season your food for you?”
“Yeah?” You shrug “What's new about it? He's a chef and he’s just being nice.”
Luffy grins “He doesn’t do that for anyone else.”
“That’s not true,” you argue “Sanji treats everyone like this.”
Nami hums “Not exactly like this. If we wanted more salt he would start a lecture about how it would ruin his masterpiece.”
Before you can ask what she means, Sanji stands up to grab dessert. He places a plate in front of you first. It’s your favorite.
The crew stares.
You stare too “Sanji…”
He smiles “What? I made extra for you.”
Usopp coughs “Yeah. Okay. Totally normal.”
Robin chuckles behind her hand.
You shake your head and go back to eating. It’s nothing. Sanji is just being Sanji.
…Right?
But then, you start noticing other things.
When you’re cold, Sanji drapes his jacket over your shoulders without you asking.
When you need something from a high shelf, Sanji wordlessly reaches up and hands it to you.
When you’re about to trip, his hand is always there to steady you.
And every time, every single time, he does it so naturally that you don’t even think about it.
Until one day, Franky whistles and says, “You two sure act like a couple.”
You nearly drop the drink in your hands “What?!”
Sanji, who was stirring a pot at the stove, pauses.
Franky leans against the counter, grinning “You two do all that coupley stuff. He gives you the best food, takes care of you, treats you differently from everyone else—”
“That’s not true,” you say quickly “Sanji’s like this with everyone.”
Franky snorts “Nah. He does flirt with everyone. But this?” He gestures between you and Sanji “This is different.”
You glance at Sanji. He’s staring into the pot, silent.
Your face feels hot now “You guys are reading too much into things.”
“Sure we are...” Franky says, smirking. Then he leaves.
The kitchen is quiet now. You swallow and turn to Sanji.
“…Is it true?”
He looks at you. His usual confident smile is gone. Instead, there’s something softer in his eyes.
“I don’t know” he says “is it?”
Your heartbeat quickens.
Suddenly, every touch, every sweet gesture, it all feels different.
Maybe it wasn’t just a habit.
Maybe it was something else all along.
After all this the teasing has only gotten worse.
Ever since Nami and Usopp pointed out how Sanji treats you, they will not let it go.
“Here comes Sanji’s beloveeeed~” Usopp sings when you walk into the kitchen.
“I should start charging you for all the extra food Sanji makes only for you” Nami smirks.
Even Luffy, who usually doesn’t care about these things, grins at Sanji one afternoon and says “Oi, cook, when are you gonna marry y/n?”
Sanji chokes on his cigarette so hard he has to brace himself on the counter.
You groan and drag a hand down your face.
But what really drives you insane?
Sanji never denies it.
He stutters, blushes, waves his hands, but he never says “That’s not true.”
Because it is true.
And it’s starting to drive you crazy.
You try to ignore it. But then you start noticing things, even the smallest ones.
Sanji never lets you carry anything heavy.
He always pours you tea first, even before Nami and Robin.
He adjusts your chair at dinner like it’s second nature.
And the worst part? He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
But you do.
And now, every time he gives you that look—the one that’s soft, full of admiration, like you hung the damn sun in the sky—your heart stumbles over itself.
This has to stop.
Or something has to change.
It happens one evening after dinner.
You’re in the kitchen, helping Sanji clean up. He hums as he washes the dishes, sleeves rolled up, golden hair falling over his forehead.
You watch him for a second, then take a deep breath.
“Sanji.”
He glances at you, smiling “Yes, my love?”
You grip the counter “Why do you act like we’re together?”
Sanji freezes.
The faucet keeps running. The kitchen is warm with the smell of spices. But Sanji is frozen.
Slowly, he turns his head toward you “…P-Pardon?”
You cross your arms “You treat me differently. Even the crew notices. You never do this stuff for anyone else.”
Sanji swallows hard “I—”
“You never deny it,” you press “and honestly? I’m tired of waiting for you to finally say something.”
Sanji stares at you like you’ve just flipped his entire world upside down.
His hands shake. His lips part like he wants to speak, but nothing comes out.
“…Sanji.” Your voice softens “Do you want this to be real?”
A shuddering breath leaves him. He looks at you, eyes wide, vulnerable.
“More than anything...” he whispers.
Your heartbeat stutters.
That’s it. That’s all you need to hear.
You step forward, grab the front of his shirt, and kiss him.
Sanji malfunctions.
His entire body locks up, like his brain has completely short-circuited.
For a solid two seconds, he does not move.
Then a noise escapes him, something between a whimper and a desperate sigh, and his hands come up to cup your face, pulling you closer.
The kiss is warm, overwhelming, but soft, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he holds on too tight.
When you finally pull away, he’s redder than his own suit.
“…M-Mon amour,” he breathes, voice shaking “You...you actually...”
You smirk “Took us long enough, cook.”
Sanji makes a strangled sound and immediately buries his face in your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around you.
Outside, the crew is losing their minds.
“TOLD YOU!” Usopp shouts.
“I WON THE BET!” Nami cheers.
“Oi, Sanji, you alive in there?” Zoro snickers.
Sanji doesn’t answer. He’s too busy melting against you, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.
And honestly?
You think you’ll let him.
── .✦ Trafalgar D. Law:
Law is not the kind of person who likes physical contact. He doesn’t let most people touch him. He keeps his distance, always standing at the edge of conversations with his arms crossed. If someone bumps into him, they get a glare.
But for some reason, you are different.
It starts when Bepo hands you a coat one evening.
“Here,” he says, tail flicking “you left this in the lounge.”
You blink at it. It’s black, long, and definitely not yours.
“This isn’t mine” you say, confused.
Bepo tilts his head “Oh. But you always wear the captain’s coat, so I thought it was yours now...”
You freeze.
“Wait. What?”
Shachi walks by and hears the conversation. He grins “Yeah, you totally do. Every time you’re cold, you steal his coat.”
Penguin nods “And Law never complains.”
You open your mouth. Close it. Try to remember.
…Okay, maybe you have borrowed Law’s coat a few times. But that’s just because it’s warm! And because it’s there! And because...
Oh no.
Your stomach twists “I... I do not...”
“Sure you don’t...” Shachi teases “What’s next? Calling him ‘dear’?”
You groan and shove the coat at Bepo before walking away.
But now, you can’t stop thinking about it.
After this, you start noticing other things. Like how Law always lets you into his personal space.
How you can tug his hat down over his eyes without him pushing you away.
How he casually rests his hand on your shoulder when he stands next to you.
One day, you trip over a loose crate. Before you even hit the ground, a familiar blue glow surrounds you... Law’s Room.
In an instant, you’re back on your feet, completely unharmed.
The Heart Pirates snicker.
“Captain didn’t even think” Penguin whispers.
“He never uses Room for anyone else’s clumsiness” Shachi adds.
You glare at them “I heard that.”
They just smirk.
Law doesn’t say anything. He just sighs and keeps walking, like saving you without thinking is the most natural thing in the world.
Your heart does something weird. You ignore it.
Later, you sit on a crate, arms crossed. Law stands next to you, reading a medical book.
You glance at him “Your crew keeps calling me ‘Captain’s partner.’”
He doesn’t look up “So?”
“So, why?”
He flips a page “Probably because you act like one.”
Your brain short-circuits.
You stare “Excuse me?”
Law finally looks at you, raising an eyebrow “You’re always in my quarters, you steal my coat, and you act like you belong next to me. They’re not wrong.”
Your face burns “I... You let me do all that!”
He smirks “I know.”
You open your mouth, but no words come out.
Because suddenly, you realize... he has let you. And he still is.
Ever since Bepo and the others pointed out how Law treats you differently, it’s been impossible to ignore.
The extra care during missions. The way he always stands just a little closer than necessary. The way he lets you touch him, his arm, his shoulder, even his hand, when no one else would dare.
But what really gives him away?
The way his ears burn red every time you get too close.
And yet he never says anything.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was running an experiment to see how long he could keep this up before you lost your mind.
So tonight you’re calling him out.
You find him in his quarters, buried in medical books.
“Hey, Law.” You lean against the desk, arms crossed “Can I ask you something?”
His eyes flick up “What?”
You tilt your head “Do you like me?”
Law chokes.
Not just a little cough... he full-on chokes on air, slamming his book shut as if that’ll somehow save him.
“What—?!” He coughs into his fist “Where the hell did that come from?”
You raise an eyebrow “You tell me.”
Law scowls, shifting uncomfortably “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Oh? Am I?” You step closer.
He stiffens “What are you...?”
You place your hands on the arms of his chair and lean in, caging him in.
His breath hitches.
Oh. Oh.
He is not prepared for this.
“Law,” you murmur, watching his face closely “you never let anyone touch you, but you let me.”
His jaw clenches “That doesn’t—”
“You always make sure I rest. You check my injuries before anyone else’s.”
“Because you’re reckless—”
“And...” you lean even closer “your ears are red right now.”
Law swallows.
You smirk “So, wanna try again?”
For a long moment, he just stares at you, lips parted, golden eyes darting between yours.
Then, in a last-ditch effort, he growls... “You’re annoying.”
You hum “Maybe.”
And then you kiss him.
Law goes still.
For the first time since you’ve known him, he is completely speechless.
But then a quiet sound escapes him, and his hand suddenly grips your wrist, holding you there.
You almost pull back, unsure, until his other hand slides around the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, and he kisses you back.
It’s hesitant at first, but when you don’t pull away, something shifts.
The kiss deepens, his grip tightens, and the heat radiating off of him is enough to make you dizzy.
When you finally part, Law exhales sharply, pressing his forehead against yours.
“…You’re gonna be a problem” he mutters, voice rough.
You grin “Yeah?”
His fingers tighten in your hair “Yeah.”
And then, despite everything, he kisses you again.
Because for once in his life he’s done running.
── .✦ Portgas D. Ace:
Ace is naturally affectionate.
He throws an arm around people’s shoulders, laughs loudly, and grins like the world is a joke he’s in on. He’s warm but also because he makes people feel welcome.
So it’s not weird that he touches you a lot.
Right?
It starts when Marco sits down next to you, smirking.
“You and Ace finally together, yoi?”
You look at him confused “what do you mean?”
“A couple… are you two a couple?”
You almost drop your drink “What? No!”
Marco raises an eyebrow “You sure? He always saves you a seat at meals. Always gives you his food if you ask. Always keeps an eye on you during fights.”
You roll your eyes “That doesn’t mean anything. He’s just like that.”
“Not with everyone” Marco takes a sip of his drink “Just you.”
You open your mouth to argue, but then you don’t know what to say, because now, you’re thinking about it.
The next time Ace sits beside you at dinner, you notice how he slides his plate a little closer to yours, letting you steal his food.
The next time the crew docks at an island, you notice how he instinctively waits for you before walking off together.
The next time you’re about to trip, you don’t even get the chance to fall, Ace grabs your wrist and steadies you like it’s second nature.
And maybe it is second nature.
“Careful, Ace,” one of the division commanders teases “If you keep acting like that, y/n might actually think you’re in love.”
Ace laughs, scratching the back of his head “Yeah, yeah.”
You laugh too. Because it’s just a joke… Right?
One night, you sit together on the deck, watching the ocean.
You fidget for a second before saying “The crew keeps calling us a couple”
Ace hums “Yeah?”
You glance at him “Why do you think that is?”
He leans back, arms behind his head, and grins “Probably because we act like one.”
You choke on your own breath “Excuse me?!”
Ace tilts his head “I mean, we do everything together. You always take my food, and I always let you. You always pull me out of trouble, and I always let you. Feels natural, doesn’t it?”
Your brain short-circuits.
Because now that you think about it... yeah, it does feel natural.
“…Ace,” you say slowly “Are we...?”
He looks at you, amusement flickering in his eyes “What do you think?”
Your stomach flips.
Because suddenly, you’re not sure where the habit ends and the feelings begin.
After this, Ace keeps flirting with you all the time.
It’s just who he is.
Winks across the deck. Throwing an arm around your shoulders. Calling you hot stuff like it’s your actual name.
You’re used to it.
But after the teasing from Marco and Thatch, after realizing that Ace treats you differently, you start to wonder.
Is he just playing around? Or is there something real underneath?
There’s only one way to find out.
The perfect opportunity comes one afternoon, when Ace flops down next to you on the Moby Dick’s deck, grinning.
“Hey,” he drawls, resting an arm behind his head “Miss me?”
You smirk “I saw you literally two hours ago.”
“That’s two hours too long.” He winks “Bet you were thinking about me the whole time.”
You hum, tilting your head “You really think that, huh?”
Ace chuckles “C’mon, you love me.”
You raise an eyebrow “Prove it.”
He blinks “Huh?”
You shift, leaning closer with a sly smile “You say all this stuff, Ace. You flirt, you tease... but are you actually serious?”
For the first time, he hesitates.
Just for a second, but it’s enough.
“…Of course I am,” he says, but his usual confidence isn’t all there.
You smirk “Then show me.”
Before he can react, you grab his hat, his precious hat, and plop it onto your own head.
Ace short-circuits.
“Oi! That’s...!” He reaches for it instinctively but stops mid-motion, staring at you.
You tilt the brim with a smirk “What? You said you liked me, right?”
Ace swallows “Y-Yeah?”
“Then just take it back.”
You expect him to snatch it back playfully.
What you don’t expect is for Ace to grin, eyes flickering with mischief, and suddenly tackle you onto the deck.
You yelp as he hovers over you, forearms braced on either side of your head.
The crew whoops in the background, but neither of you pay them any attention.
Ace smirks down at you “You think you’re funny, huh?”
You grin “A little.”
Ace shakes his head, chuckling, but then his expression softens.
He reaches up, tilts the hat back just enough to see your face properly.
And then without thinking he leans down and kisses you.
It’s grinning into the kiss kind of playful. It’s warm and teasing but full of something deeper.
And when he pulls back, face way too close, he murmurs “Now you gotta prove it.”
Your heart races.
You don’t back down. Instead, you tug him down by his necklace and kiss him again.
This time, Ace melts.
When you finally break apart, Ace huffs out a breathless laugh.
“Well,” he grins “Guess you do love me.”
You roll your eyes “Shut up.”
But you don’t stop him when he kisses you one more time.
Because, honestly?
He’s right.
── .✦ Sabo:
Sabo is easy to be around.
He’s kind, smart, and always ready to listen. He laughs at your jokes, never forgets your favorite things, and somehow always knows when you need him.
So it’s no surprise that you spend a lot of time together.
But apparently, the way you act around him is a little… suspicious.
It starts when you’re walking through the Revolutionary Army base with Koala.
“So,” she says casually “when are you and Sabo going to make it official?”
You nearly trip over your own feet “What?!”
Koala grins “Come on, don’t play dumb. You two already act like a couple.”
You scoff “No, we don’t.”
She raises an eyebrow “Oh really? Who’s the first person Sabo looks for when he gets back from a mission?”
“…Me.”
“Who’s the only person he lets borrow his gloves?”
“…Me.”
“And who’s the only one he lets fall asleep on his shoulder without complaining?”
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
Because—oh.
Oh.
Koala smirks “See what I mean?”
You shake your head “That doesn’t mean anything. We’re just close.”
She shrugs “If you say so.”
But now, you can’t stop thinking about it. You start noticing things, like how Sabo always finds a reason to sit next to you during meals, or how he reaches out to fix your collar or tuck your hair behind your ear like it’s normal, or how he always makes sure you have a blanket when you fall asleep at your desk, even though no one else gets that treatment.
And the worst part?
Now that you’re paying attention, everyone else is too.
“I swear, it’s like they’re married” one soldier mutters.
“They finish each other’s sentences” another whispers.
“Bet they don’t even realize” someone else chuckles.
You groan and drop your head onto the table.
Sabo, sitting beside you, blinks “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing” you mumble.
He frowns, then wordlessly slides his drink toward you.
You stare at it “…Did you just give me your drink?”
He shrugs “You like it more than I do.”
You glance around. Several soldiers are watching now, smirking.
Slowly, you push the drink back to him.
Sabo looks confused “You don’t want it?”
Your face burns “Nope. I’m fine.”
He tilts his head, then shrugs and takes a sip.
The others snicker.
You sigh.
Later that night, you sit beside him on the rooftop, watching the stars.
“Sabo,” you say carefully “do we… act like a couple?”
He hums “Why?”
“People keep saying we do.”
Sabo leans back on his hands, thinking. Then he smiles “I guess I can see why.”
Your heart skips a beat “You can?”
“Well, we’re always together,” he says easily “I trust you more than anyone. You take care of me, I take care of you. Feels normal.”
You stare at him “That’s… kind of a couple thing, don’t you think?”
Sabo looks at you for a long moment. Then he smirks.
“Well,” he says, voice teasing but gentle “do you want it to be?”
Your breath catches.
And suddenly, the answer seems obvious.
Sabo has always been easy to be around.
You never have to force a conversation. Never have to second-guess his presence.
He’s just there, a steady warmth beside you, the hand that always steadies your back when you walk through the Revolutionary camp, the person you find yourself naturally leaning against when you’re tired.
And the thing is?
He never pulls away.
Even now, sitting beside you near the fire after a long day, his arm rests lightly along the back of your seat. Close enough to feel, but not demanding.
It’s natural.
But tonight, something’s different.
There’s a quiet between you, not uncomfortable, but charged with something unsaid.
You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly your head is resting against his shoulder, and instead of shifting away, Sabo just exhales softly, tilting his head against yours.
You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
“…I like this” you murmur, barely thinking.
Sabo hums “Me too” A pause. Then... “I always have.”
Your heart stutters.
Slowly, you lift your head, turning just enough to meet his gaze.
His expression is calm, too calm, like he’s waiting for you to understand something he’s known for a long time.
And you do.
Because of course it was always him.
You don’t say anything. You don’t need to.
Instead, you reach up, gently tracing your fingers along his jaw.
Sabo closes his eyes briefly at the touch before opening them again, watching you with something unreadable, something deep.
Then, without hesitation, he leans in.
The kiss is slow, certain.
It’s not rushed, not desperate because this was never a question.
It was always going to be this.
When you part, Sabo lingers, his forehead resting against yours.
His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together easily.
“…Feels like we should’ve done that a long time ago” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours.
You smile “Maybe. But I think we got here at the right time.”
Sabo chuckles softly, squeezing your hand “Yeah. I think so too.”
And when he kisses you again, it feels like something that was simply meant to be.
A short about a little stowaway found on Kid’s ship.
Kid stared at the 6-year-old girl, who stared back at him with a blank look. The little brat held onto an old teddy bear that had seen better days in one of her arms. The girl was looked unkept in her faded pink dress, dirty white socks, and dusty shoes. Her face had splotches of dirt that covered groups of freckles.
At least she’s not skin and bones, he mused as he stared down at her.
“What’s your name?” Kid asked gruffly.
“Alice.” The small girl replied.
Kid grunted and figured it wasn't a bad name for the girl.
"And you're supposed to be mine?"
Alice shrugged. She didn't seem very interested in convincing him and instead asked Kid, "Are you a real pirate?"
The question made Kid’s lips quirk up in an amused grin.
“What? See a lot of fake pirates to question me?”
She again shrugged and asked a different question, as if the subject of him being a pirate bored her.
“Will my hair get as red as yours?”
“How the hell should I know,” Kid replied as his eyes examined Alice’s ginger-colored hair.
It was much lighter than his, and her eyes were soft brown. Kid didn't try very hard to remember who this girl's mother might be since 6 years was too long to remember any woman, let alone what she looked like, but Kid could see some resemblance to himself in the girl.
The little stowaway was discovered after sailing for three days. Someone had helped her sneak onboard and told her to stay hidden in the stock room until her food bag ran out. Little Alice did as she was told and didn't make an appearance until this morning. She walked into the kitchen and asked for her bag to be filled with more food.
Kid had to admit that the girl had some guts for not shedding a single tear when he stormed into the kitchen demanding to know how and why she was on his ship.
“Grandma said she didn’t want to raise me and that she didn’t have to if I still had one parent alive,” Alice said with a look that questioned Kid agitation.
Killer quickly defused Kid’s outburst by ordering everyone in the kitchen out. He pulled Kid aside to cool off, then gently integrated Alice. Kid watched Alice as she answered Killer’s questions without fear or worry.
Mother was dead. Mother claimed that a pirate named Eustass "Captain" Kid was the father. Mother worked at a bar entertaining guests. When Alice said her mother's name, some bells rang in Kid's mind. Killer left the room briefly to question some crew members who were on watch while he and Kid were on the island.
Kid sighed and scratched his head. “Doesn't your grandma have anyone else to dump you on?”
Alice didn't shrug this time and just stared at Kid. Kid sighed and tapped his finger on his arm as he thought of what to do with her. There was a small temptation to just chuck the girl overbroad, but there had to be some bad luck in that. He didn't want to believe that girl was his, but he knew it could be a possibility.
“I’m thirsty,” Alice said, looking bored.
Killer happened to walk back in, and Kid pointed to the child and grunted, "It's thirsty."
Killer nodded and went to the fridge. When Alice saw a milk bottle in Killer's hands, she frowned and said, "I don't like milk."
"Huh?!" Kid said irritably. "What do you mean you don't like milk?"
"I don't like milk!" The girl replied and stomped her foot.
Kid's eyebow twitched, and he bent down to get in the girl's face.
"Listen, you brat. You snuck on my ship and then had the audacity to ask for food. You're lucky I didn't toss you over when I saw you. If Killer is going to give you milk, then you are going to drink milk."
"I hate milk!" Alice said in a high-pitched cry as she squeezed her teddy bear. Her eyes showed no fear, and her cheeks flamed with anger.
"Why you-"
Kid then stopped as Killer's unique laugh filled the room. He glanced up at his first mate and said, "What's so damn funny, Killer?"
Killer's laughter stopped, and he turned to put the milk away.
"That kid, she is definitely yours. She reminds me of you. Her little tantrum is a lot like yours."
Kid's face reddened as he balled his fist and stomped one of his boots. "I've never acted like this! I drank my damn milk!"
"I want juice!" Alice interjected.
"I think there's some in here," Killer replied calmly as he rechecked the fridge.
Kid growled and glared at her. Alice turned her small face up to Kid and stuck out her tongue.
"Why you little-" Kid began to say but was cut off by Killer.
"Here we go, juice. I knew someone had a bottle hiding in here."
Alice ran to Killer and patiently waited as he poured her a glass. Kid crossed his arms and watched as the little brat enjoyed her juice. He then cursed under his breath as he stared harder at her. There was no doubt: this kid was his.
His mind told him it was so, and his blood told him it was so. He wouldn't go as far as to say it was his heart, but something in his chest and gut told him that this little scruffy girl came from him messing around.
He glanced up at Killer, who happened to look his way. Kid didn't need to say a word, nor did Killer as he nodded at him.
Alice was Kid's daughter, and someone had the nerve to dump her on him. So what the fuck was he supposed to do now?
The thing I love about Trafalgar Law is that he's actually a pretty wholesome guy. The Strawhats are (justifiably) worried about betrayal when they first ally with him but in the end he never, not for a single minute, even considers betraying them. He immediately caves and does what they want in Punk Hazard. Sure he was using them in Dressrosa so he could keep his own crew safe, but when push came to shove he tried to dissolve the alliance so they could get away, he decided to share Luffy's fate when he was fighting Doflamingo, he saved Zoro from Kaidou and said he'd rather they lose the fight than let them die, he gave Kid the Poneglyph markings because he thought it was fair. Even his powers are specifically designed so he can win fights without having to kill anyone. Beneath his (I'll bet carefully curated) creepy image, he's just a dude who wants people to live
-the way this man stares at you. at first, you didn't notice these were stares of admiration, and genuinely thought you had pissed off the captain, or that he just didn't like you. but law is just the type of guy to really admire you from afar. he's constantly watching you, even if you don't always notice it. he can't help but stare, as to him, you're a work of art.
-he'll always send you to do more chores (often ones that involve being alone in his office; organizing his papers, books, stuff of that nature) as a way to spend more time with you and to have an excuse to be alone with you.
-bepo, as best wingman of the worst generation, often pulls you two together for random, and surprisingly frequent, group hugs. you, initially, are totally oblivious to this as a ploy, until the second you look over and see law's brightly rose-colored cheeks and soft grumbles, that clearly suggest otherwise.
-law starts to praise you... this was a unique phenomenon, as the captain doesn't often compliment his member's work, not because they don't do well, but because he often doesn't see the purpose. "they know they do a good job, that's why they're here. i don't need to tell them." but when it comes to you, the faintest hint of a blush will show on his cheeks as he mumbles "you did good."
-you truly have his heart, when coming back from a stressful mission, he'll call you into his office. initially you assumed you were going to get scolded. but the captain pulls you into a gentle embrace, muttering something about "can we just be like this for a moment?" it's his personal way of unwinding.
Context: Kid develops a crush on a girl, and he can't deal with it.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4🔞
Part 5
Kid woke up with a raging hangover the following day. He groaned and covered his eyes with his left arm. While hangovers were the worst, they never stopped him from indulging.
And I fucking deserved it last night, he thought.
After his rendezvous with the woman in the mask, Kid returned to the bar and drank for the rest of the night. Other women tried to approach him, but he waved them off and then scared them off. He didn't see any value in taking another woman upstairs when the first one actually did her job satisfying him.
Satisfied.
Kid paused and wondered.
When was the last time he was satisfied after fucking just one woman? He breathed in slowly as his head throbbed with thinking. Never, he answered himself. Oh, he would finish, but he usually would have another woman ready, but he didn't have that need this time.
And fucking wasn't the right word, either. It was by no means love-making, but it was different.
Kid lay in bed staring at the ceiling. They were setting sail tomorrow, and the rest of the supplies needed to be gathered today. And then, there was Y/N.
Y/N.
"Fuck," he breathed and then winced.
He would deal with her later when his skull wasn't trying to crush his brain. His thoughts then drifted back to the woman in the mask and what was different about her. She was feisty for one thing, and for another, she actually participated.
The woman seemed to enjoy herself and worked to ensure her pleasure. Interesting for a woman who was supposed to be whore. They typically just did whatever would finish the job so they could move onto the next client.
And she didn't exactly acted like virgin either.
Who was she?
Kid swallowed some bile that crept up into his throat and breathed.
They were setting sail tomorrow and he needed to deal with his mouse problem once and for all.
But first, he needed a little more satisfaction.
Y/N woke up early, showered, and dressed before heading to the infirmary. She started to mix her ingredients when her first patient of the morning walked in.
"Wire," She greeted and quickly poured her concoction into a small glass.
Wire eyed her warily and said, "If this is poison, I will kill you."
Y/N didn't dignify his comment with a reply and merely pushed the glass towards him. Wire glanced at the glass for a minute before reaching for it. He tossed it back and grimaced.
"That tasted like shit."
"But you won't feel like shit for the rest of the morning," Y/N replied and started on her next batch. Wire turned to leave but paused and said, "He's thinking of kicking you off."
Y/N froze, and her head snapped up to look at Wire.
"What?"
Wire peered at her, his expression unreadable.
Y/N knew that Wire was part of Kid's inner circle and that anything Kid shared with Killer typically gets shared with Wire or Heat. Though he trained her, Y/N sensed that Wire's opinion of her was always natural, which was the expectation of that day.
"You need to think if this is where you belong, Mouse." Wire said in a dull tone. "If you have any doubts, you should leave before he kicks you off the boat in the middle of the sea. He's done that before."
Y/N swallowed as she imagined Kid throwing some poor soul off the Victora Punk in the middle of nowhere. She could see him walking away from the railing as they screamed to be let back on the ship. Kid wouldn't waste a lifeboat on someone he deemed worthless.
She wanted to ask Wire if this had to do with the stabbing incident or something else. Y/N wanted to know if there was anything she could do to change his mind or what she was doing wrong. There were more questions she wanted to ask, but Y/N knew that he wasn't the person to talk to. Neither was Heat or Killer.
"Thank you for making me aware of my situation." That was all she said before making her hangover juice for the next person to walk through the door.
Wire didn't bother sparing her a glance as he left the room. More people came into the infirmary, groaning, hands on their foreheads, and looking pale. Y/N served them all her elixir. Wire's warning tumbled in her head, slowly shaking her calm facade apart.
What was Kid's reason for kicking her off the crew?
He couldn't have found out about last night. If he had, Kid would be raging and shouting at her. It was odd timing to punish her for the knife incident now. Maybe Wire had lied to her, but she didn't think he would waste the time.
Y/n let out a frustrated sigh as she set a large pitcher of her elixir on the main counter. She needed a walk to clear her head before she snapped at someone. She set cups next to the pitcher and turned to leave when Killer walked in. Y/N paused as she looked at him with surprise.
Killer didn't seem like the type to get hangovers, and with his mask on, it was hard to tell if he was experiencing any symptoms.
"If you have a hangover, I made a big-"
"Don't need it." Killer said as he walked to the counter and poured the pitcher's contents into a cup.
Y/N realized that Killer must be taking it to Kid.
"The Captain isn't feeling well?" She asked and felt immediately stupid. Kid was a big drinker, and there were mornings when he stomped in here with a foul mood and demanded she make her elixir for him.
Killer ignored her and then turned to leave the room. Y/N knew he wasn't the person to ask and that she should be a big girl and confront Kid herself, but...
"I heard that I might be kicked off the ship." She forced herself to say.
Rarely was it possible to get a straight reaction from Killer. He was the polar opposite of Kid—calm and collected. It was not just his mask that hid his emotions and thoughts. Killer's voice and body language gave nothing away, but her comment surprised him.
He glanced at her and tilted his head in thought, then said, "It's not for me to say if it's true or not. You'll have to ask the Captain yourself."
His answer cemented in Y/N's mind that the kid was going to kick her off the crew.
“Well, shit,” She breathed as she tossed down a cleaning rag she had in her hand. One hand went to her head as the other rested on her hip.
“I guess I can't blame him, but he goated me into stabbing him,” she murmured.
“Do you want to leave?”
Y/N glanced up at Killer.
“Huh?”
“Do you want to leave?” Killer asked again, this time annunciating each word.
“Of course not!” Y/N replied, sounding offended.
“Then talked to him,” Killer replied and left the room.
Y/N groaned. Maybe Wire was right; she needed to consider her opinions while they were still on land.
Y/N was still deciding what to do hours later as she helped shop for supplies. She was browsing a stall with medicinal herbs when a woman came up next to her. Y/n was about to step aside to make room when the woman spoke in a low voice.
"He wants to see you again."
Y/N froze with confusion and quickly realized who the woman was and what she was talking about.
"Does he know?" Asked as she pretended to continue her shopping.
The woman picked up a bundle of holy basil, turning it over to inspect the leaves.
"No, he doesn't."
"What did he say?"
"That he wants to see you again. Tonight."
"For what-?"
"Don't waste time asking stupid questions! You know why!"
Y/N winced at her snappy tone. The madame of the Garden's brothel was right; that was a stupid question.
"I can't. The crew is setting sail tomorrow, and I have other problems I need to deal with."
The woman set the bundle aside and picked up another bundle of herbs Y/N recognized for its use for nerves. The woman sighed and mused, "He and his money are more trouble than they're worth. I let my pride cloud my judgment."
She set that bundle next to her holy basil. Y/N breathed to speak, but the woman cut her off. Her tone was steady at first but edged near hysteria as she noticed Y/N's hesitation and reluctance.
"You will come to The Garden tonight and see him. I will disguise you better if you insist on remaining unknown. I don't care what your problems are, but he is not a man I will risk saying no to!"
Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat and pleaded.
"Can't you disguise someone else? Make them look like the girl he was with or like something?"
The woman scoffed, "If it were that simple, I wouldn't have bothered to look for you. I have my limits."
She then selected a few more bundles of herbs and paid the merchant. Y/N made her purchase as well and turned to face the madame.
"You do know that I am part of a pirate crew."
The woman smirked and said, "Yes, I know. I had you followed. Your crew is setting sail tomorrow, so I'm sure there will be one last hurrah tonight. If you are not at The Garden when he asks for you, I will tell your captain something interesting."
She then started to walk away, and men waiting at the other stalls quickly followed behind her. Y/N let out a big breath and headed in the other direction to the ship.
What she needed was a drink and a long think.
Kid was heading back to the ship. They both happened to turn the corner at the same time. They both saw each other and stopped walking.
Info: readerxcharacter, drabble, cussing, romance, a little ansty.
Note:Just a little something, something that got stuck in my head.
Kid
He shouldn't have to say it!
Don't you get how he thinks?
What do you mean it's not about how he thinks but how he feels?! He doesn't feel anything!
Wait! No! He didn't mean it like that! (And now he sees the tears you're holding back and that dry lump in his throat is back.)
He is fucking this up and he knows it!
“Why do you always get so emotional?!” (Shit! Why does he feel like an asshole!)
“It's just words that anyone can say!” He growls to himself as he sees you walk away from him hurt and mad.
Panic sets in. The one thing he can't stand is when you walk away with that hurt look in your eyes.
“Fuck! Come here!” He shouts and grabs onto your arm. He pulls you close and cups your face.
“I love you, okay!” He says as his face turns red with embarrassment.
Now that he has said it out loud he realizes the truth of those words and grumbles.
“I just don't need to say it all the time.”
He squeezes you as he holds you close and sighs as he relaxes. Fuck, he loves you a whole fucking lot.
Law
She's not talking to him. Why isn't she talking to him?
She can't be that childish.
Usually, the quiet didn't bother him, but knowing that you aren't speaking to him makes the silence uncomfortable.
He looked away from his notes and rubbed his face. Damnit, how can he concentrate when you’re not talking to him?
He looks over at you as you reshelve his books.
“Y/N.” He called out to you.
You don't break your concentration as you keep working.
“Y/N,” He said again. You heard him. He knew you did, but you were stubborn, just like him.
No, not like him. He was worst and he knew it, but you still…loved him. He knew that, and he…
He sighs, then gets up and goes to close the door of the office. When he turns, he catches you, giving him a curious glance before quickly turning back to the bookshelf.
The act made the corner of his lip curve up. You kept working as he walked behind you. He took a breath and placed a hand on your waist.
You paused but did not look at him.
“Y/N,” he said in his deep voice and moved closer against you. He can see and feel the effect he was having on you. “You know I can't stand it when you act childish with me.”
He grins when he sees your jaw tensing. You wanted to say something but you were still staying strong. God, he…
“Love that about you.” He mutters out loud without meaning to.
The smile you give him makes him regret just a little that he hadn’t said it sooner.
This is the English translation of a promo for One Piece Bounty Rush (a mobile app game), apparently. It’s got Law in it, so I’m posting. Link is in the source.
I actually wrote this a few months ago and posted it but i didn’t think anyone liked it so i deleted it. But here it is again. So if you saw it the first time, im sorry😭
He doesnt know how to watch his language around her.
“Kid! Stop cussing around her!”
“My child isn’t weak! She can handle a few words! It wont kill her!”
He says the kid can do whatever she wants but as soon as shes climbing on something or getting near the railing he’s either running towards her and scooping her up or yelling at the crew to grab his daughter…then blaming them for the fact she even got close.
If she falls randomly? He’ll laugh. “How the fuck did you fall?”
If she randomly throws up? “You cant handle food?”
If she starts crying? “What the hell is wrong with you now?”
Hes the one that styles her hair. And it surprised his s/o cause you would think that he puts her hair in a mohawk or something (he definitely does it though) but he actually does little ponytails and pig tails and other cute styles with his hair gel slicking it back.
As for her style? Hes a sucker in seeing his daughter in fashion. Those cute lil dresses and tutus and bows. But he also dresses her in outfits that are similar to his. If his baby isn’t the best dressed on the ship then what the hell is he doing?
No one needs to worry about buying toys for the lil girl. Anything she wants? Name it. He’ll make it.
For bedtime, she begs him to read a story. He’ll say “Hell no”. But after enough begging and teary eyes, he gives in. She quickly gets comfortable in his lap and he’ll start reading the story. There will be alot of “What a dumbass” to one of the characters or “you sure you like this story?”
He’ll ultimately get mad at the story for how “stupid” it is and go “Let me tell you the story about-“ and tell her a story about his adventures (leaving out the very graphic details) and his daughter getting all excited and intrigued made him feel proud of himself.
No one can find Kid after this. Why? Cause he’ll fall asleep with his daughter and hold her protectively like its the most important mission in the world.
-Marriage isn’t something he’s concerned with but if it is something that you’ve shown interest too, then he’ll consider it. But expect a proposal after several years of being together.
-He would prefer something quiet.
-Somewhere that only you can hear the way he speaks to you in his gentle voice as he tells you everything he loves about you. 
-He wont get on one knee but he would be right next to you, thigh-to-thigh, hand-in hand… as the close contact of his warmth radiates off of him and onto you.
-He would probably pick the night time so it would be more peaceful as the moon and stars are out (also so you don’t see his deep blush)
-He looks embarrassed at first but decides to just be upfront and honest.
-He would pull out a diamond ring. It wouldn’t be too extravagant,something minimal but filled with love.
“Would you…accept this? And make me the happiest man…once more?”
-Its Sanji, you should know he would make a proposal the most romantic gesture he has ever done.
-He’d probably buy you bushes of flowers. Petals running up and down the beach where you find a candlelit dinner waiting for you. And of course… he cooked it all.
-French wine. The best of the best.
-His suit was fresh and crisp, not one single wrinkle in its fabric. You actually felt a bit under-dressed but he assured you that you were the most beautiful thing to him no matter what you wore.
-You felt like an idiot cause out of all the extravagant dates and romantic gestures hes done for you, it took him getting down on one knee for you to finally understand what was happening.
-He has a long speech. You probably have to shut him up by giving him a kiss midway through and saying “please shut up. Of course its a yes” in a sweet and playful way obviously.
-Cause he didnt need to say every great detail about you for you to know your answer was always going to be a yes.
Probably accidentally got lost and made it to an office where he can file for marriage.
(Kidding…well maybe..?)
-He probably would propose if its something you want. As for him, its not really a big deal.
-He actually does try to plan it out to the best of his ability, asking his crew members for help.
-He loves you so much and wants this to go as planned that he even asks Sanji of all people for help. Sanji takes care of cooking a special dinner for you two.
“Im only helping you cause its for y/n”
But secretly, he wants Zoro to be happy as well.
-When it happens, you two are alone on the deck of the ship, sharing a drink after the two of you ate the dinner Sanji had made for the two of you.
-When the time of the night came that he thought was right, he is sweating profusely.
“Can i talk to you?”
-You nod and listen as your beautiful eyes stare into his, causing him to stutter.
-He doesnt have a speech or anything, he believes the words should just come to him.
But they dont.
-He pulls out the ring and looks at everything else but you.
-He holds the ring out to you while rubbing the back of his head nervously.
…stargazing on the Victoria Punk on a cool night is refreshing. Feeling and breathing in fresh air is calming, just a small reminder to him that there is calmness in the life of a pirate, not just violence.
Law
…fishing and talking about each other’s days is a good way to pass time. Even though he’d occasionally cheat using his devil fruit powers, Law is more than grateful enough to spend hours with you catching fish and cooking it for the crew.
Smoker
…taking a warm bath together after a long, tiring day is a good way to unwind. As you massaged his tense muscles, he leans into your touch and tells you the latest news or complains about any new recruits. In turn, you tell him to relax and close his eyes. Smoker eventually ends up snoozing quietly in your arms as you lovingly rub your fingers through his wet hair.
Zoro
…dancing to Brook’s music is another way to exercise. He doesn’t have to lift weights all the time. The swordsman is reluctant to admit that he actually enjoys dancing with you and it will always be that way—to others that is, not you.
Sanji
…giving you French lessons is fun as well, and educational. Sanji expressed how important it is to be bilingual and is more than happy to bond over his primary language with you. He is patient and makes sure that you understand the basics.
the last thing you expect when you enter your room is to find zoro there with your clit sucker in hand, but now that you've stumbled upon the sight, you're rendered speechless as you slam the door and lock it, trying to cobble together something to say to him.
"the cook said you had something interesting in your drawer. i thought he was just stealing your panties again, but i found whatever the hell this thing is instead." he says as he stares at it, brows knitted in confusion.
a flash of anger flows through you rapidly at the knowledge that sanji was rifling through your drawer again, but you feel a sense of relief knowing that zoro seemingly doesn't know what your toy is.
and then he shatters any sense of the comfort that you were regaining with a single sentence.
"do i not make you feel good enough?" he asks, though it seems to come more so from a place of curiosity than one of insecurity.
flustered, you shake your head with fervor. "i've had that for a long time, like since before i even joined the crew. i haven't used it in forever—" you say with a blush, though your words are cut off as he presses the button to turn it on and gives you a smirk.
"tell you what, i'm gonna make you cum with this thing, and then with my mouth, and you tell me which feels better." he says, tilting his head to urge you towards the bed.
though the toy gets you off quicker, zoro isn't surprised when you tell him his tongue feels far better when he unravels you. after all, he knows your body like the back of his hand, and all that training he does with his mouth has the added bonus of paying off during moments like these.
kid
you feel like you've been caught with your hand in a cookie jar when kid walks into his room and finds you grinding against the vibrating saddle he's made you, your cheeks flushed and lips parted in ecstasy. the laugh he gives you is full of mirth, but you know you're in for it now, severely.
"you think you're too good to obey the rules, huh, princess?" he asks with a toothy smirk as he approaches, flicking the switch on your toy to turn the vibration off. "you know you're only allowed to use your toys with me."
turning as bright red as his hair, you swallow hard as you collect your words; you were already in for a punishment, so you figured you might as well up the ante and bruise his ego a bit—after all, it'd be a win for you in the end as he takes his frustration out on your sloppy, wet pussy. "if you weren't so busy all the time, i wouldn't have to get myself off." you shoot back, holding your chin high to try to convey some form of confidence as he towers over you. with ease, he grabs you by the waist and tosses you face first into the mattress, harshly grabbing at your hips and pulling them towards him.
"you're gonna take this cock so hard you're not gonna be able to even think about your stupid toys for a couple weeks." he growls as he sheathes himself inside of you. normally the friction would have burned, but you were so wet from grinding against the saddle that his thick length slides right in with ease, making you yelp as he fills you to the brim.
"i'm gonna fuck you stupid, you fucking brat." he grumbles under his breath as he slams into you, the fingers on his metal hand vibrating against your clit as you squirm in his grasp.
law
though the rest of your crew is having a bonfire outside, you can't help but hide away in the polar tang for a little while. you've missed law so terribly over these past couple of months, and your own scent has overpowered his in your shared room; however, law's office is the one place where his presence still lingers.
and it's pathetic, the way you use your rabbit toy with your face buried into the throw pillow on his couch, the blanket over top of you poorly simulating the warmth of his chest against your back. you're so unbearably close as you daydream about his hands kneading at the flesh of your hips, letting out a soft whine until the sound of the snail phone ringing sends shock and adrenaline coursing through your body. turning your toy off, you keep it inside of you as you wrap the blanket around you and sit in law's chair before picking up the receiver.
"hello?" you ask, your voice soft and hesitant as you hope you're not met with a marine's voice on the other end.
"hey. it's me. i'm calling from the thousand sunny." law replies, making your heart and stomach flip with delight and relief with the confirmation that he's okay.
"thank god—when will you be back?" you ask excitedly, spinning around in the chair with glee.
"in around three days or so. are the others around?" law says, a bit confused as to why he hadn't heard bepo crying tears of joy through the receiver yet.
"they're all outside having a cookout." you inform him, smoothing your hair out as you stare at the snail, unable to hide your smile; it felt like a hallucination, hearing his deep, raspy voice after being apart for so long.
"how come you're not with them?" he asks with a bit of concern, though he picks up on exactly what your needy body was up to when you reply to him.
"i was, but i came back to the submarine to... take care of something." you say with a blush, hoping the snail on the other end failed to mimic the blatantly guilty expression on your face.
law's chuckle through the phone tells he's picked up on what you've been doing, and you take a sharp inhale as he teases you. "tch, you really miss me that much?" he asks, the lips of his snail curling into a devilish smirk. "let's hear it then. don't hold back." he murmurs as you hear a door slam and lock behind him.
obediently, you turn your toy back on and whimper softly as his low voice tells you all the filthy things he plans to do to you the second you two are alone together.
