You are able to feel their emotions and they can influence yours if they’re strong enough. / Soulmate!AU (no longer accepting)
AN: I’m really sorry about the length of this one! I tried to make this longer because it’s just been forever since I posted something, but it kept fighting me, no matter what I tried to add.
So, if anyone wants a part two or something, please give me ideas ;-;
You’re surrounded by your family, tucked into your mother’s side, laughing merrily when you discover the pain of isolation. It wraps around your throat, squeezing your heart with so much fervour that you find it difficult to breathe.
Your mother holds you tighter, telling you that these emotions are not yours, reminding you that you are not alone.
“Be patient,” she says. “It’ll pass.”
It doesn’t.
Not really.
It’s buried, heightened, ignored, brought to the forefront.
But it never goes away.
It makes you kinder.
You know how it feels to be rejected and outcast so you purposefully go out of your way to make others avoid that feeling.
It also makes you happier and live life fuller. You take risks, you do the things you’re scared to do and make sure you have fun doing it in the hopes that your joy is strong enough to feed through to your soulmate.
(It is.)
(And he’s eternally grateful for you because of it.)
But of course, life has its downwards spirals and eternal loss of hope.
So when one hits you especially hard, leaving you unable to find happiness in the things you’d always loved, Katakuri takes it upon himself to make you feel something other than despondence.
He talks to his family, goes on trips with Brûlée. Anything to lighten the dark, creeping feeling in his chest.
It’s unnatural.
You’re light and love and enjoyment bubbling beneath his sternum, the reason he has for smiling and letting his pulse race.
But this.
It scares him.
How can someone he’d depended on for elation be so downtrodden?
It works, eventually.
You feel something stir under the gloom of your own sorrow, small and hopeful. You cling onto it as much as you can, the tiniest of smiles gracing your lips. And in that moment, you’re thankful.
And thus starts a cycle of lifting each other up, determination to have a good time settling in when the deep ache of unpleasant feelings so much as pokes around your chest.
Katakuri doesn’t know who you are, but he’s glad you’re you and he’s fated to be with you. He doesn’t know when you’re bound to meet, but he hopes it’s soon because he really wants to thank you in person (and maybe hold you a little, but that can be later on, when you’ve both established something).
You have a one-word tattoo that changes regularly on your arm, vaguely describing a major event in your soulmate’s day & You have the horoscope symbol of your soulmate’s tattooed on your wrists that changes colour depending on their mood. / Soulmate!AU (no longer accepting)
AN: i did a mixture of both—a one-word tattoo that changes depending on your soulmate’s mood. hopefully, this works out !!
You’re stretched out on the table, head resting on your arm as you lazily flick through a book. It proves hard to concentrate on the words, mind too lazy to process the phrases.
The door to the library opens and Zoro strides over to the desk you’re sprawled atop. “Hey.”
You lift your head. “Hey. What are you doing here?”
“Let’s go,” he says, fingers drumming on the tabletop.
“Go where?”
“We’re docked at an island,” he answers.
You purse your lips. “But we’re supposed to look after Sunny.”
“It’s fine,” he dismisses. “Usopp’s still here.”
You ponder the idea of exploring the island and it doesn’t take long until you close the book and slip it back onto the shelf. “That obvious, huh?”
Zoro smirks and shows you the marking on his arm—‘bored.’
You scoff out a chuckle. “Wow, okay.”
Bidding the sniper a temporary farewell, you and Zoro leave Sunny to him, promising you’ll be back before dinner.
The market is the first place you visit. Your eyes trail the stalls, taking in the colourful people and the things they’re selling. You have a hand on Zoro’s arm, tugging every once in a while to ensure he doesn’t wander off. Nothing catches your interest, and Zoro doesn’t seem keen to head into any places either, so you both decide to rest at a nearby restaurant.
The waiter has only just walked away after taking your orders when you spot a small group of uniformed men being seated close by.
Zoro locks onto them at the same time, and he’s latching onto one of his swords, ready to leap and fight them.
“Wait, wait!” you hiss, leaning over the table to grab his arm.
“They’re Marines,” he protests, matching the volume of your voice. But he settles back onto the chair.
“We’ll just—maybe they haven’t seen us yet,” you try.
He looks doubtful but stays where he is.
Lunch remains peaceful, quiet chatter and laughs emanating from your table as the food diminishes.
You’re not sure when it happens, but everything goes wrong; the Marines have recognised you both, and Zoro has taken it upon himself to fight the whole lot of them.
You shouldn’t be surprised at the turn of events but it still astonishes you just how quickly things can escalate.
With a tray, you block a plate of food that comes flying towards you in the scuffle. A waitress cowering behind a table captures your attention and you hurry over to her.
“Hey,” you chirp. “What’s your name?”
She flinches, surprise etched onto her features when she registers your presence. “I—ah—Penni,” she stammers.
“Great, Penni.” You smile to soothe her nerves and lean in. “Is there another way out? Like a back door no one knows about?”
She tells you about an exit that’s usually reserved for receiving shipments, and you thank her. You also leave a hefty bag of beli for the damage caused (and to keep quiet about where you will have escaped through).
When there’s a reprieve in the attacks, you pull Zoro away from the restaurant-turned-battlefield and leave.
“I almost got them all,” he grumbles.
You stifle your laugh at his near pout, looping your hand around his arm instead. “I know. But we’re meant to be keeping a low profile.”
You both manage to leave the restaurant, but going back the way you came from isn’t an option with the number of Marines swarming the area. You scan the place, finding a forest that you could hide in, or a beach you can pass through in order to get back to your ship. When you ask Zoro for his opinion, he doesn’t answer.
“Zoro?” You squeeze his arm and he looks at you with flickering eyes. “You okay?”
His lips move to make a sound, but he doesn’t act upon it. Instead, he nods and grunts an affirmation.
You don’t believe him, but you drop the matter and focus on evading the Marines. “Let’s go through the forest.”
With a hand on his arm, you guide him towards the trees, making sure to look back every now and again to keep watch of where your pursuers are.
It’s not long until you both realise you don’t know where you’re heading.
“I can’t believe you got us lost,” Zoro says.
With narrowed eyes, you poke him in the side. “I don’t see you helping.”
He catches your hand before you can prod him again. “Don’t; you know I’m ticklish.”
You nudge him with your shoulder and grin widely. “That’s the point, handsome.”
Zoro lets your fingers drop and establishes a small berth with a few steps. It’s not at all obvious, but you’ve known him long enough to pick up on his minute actions.
You let him wander as you try to piece his behaviour together; he’s been weird ever since you left the restaurant. He isn’t still upset over the fact that he didn’t get to fight the Marines, is he? You turn to question him but realise he’s further out than you thought. “Hey!”
He turns and you jerk your head to the side.
“We need to go this way.”
As he makes his way back, you fiddle with the sleeve of your jacket and glimpse the word on your wrist. With a start, you blink and pull back the fabric to stare at it more. And no matter how many times you run your eyes over the word, it’s unmistakable.
‘Love.’
His nearing footsteps bring you out of your shocked stupor and you bring your arms down to your side.
“So, where are we going?” He stops a considerable distance from you.
You only stare at him as you try to make up your mind. You could leave it alone and never speak of it. But you’ve never broached the subject of love before, despite knowing the fact that you’re soulmates and you’ve been intimate with each other.
But, there’s also the fact that he’s been quite aloof today.
Decisions are hard—too difficult to make on your own, so you leave the choice to Zoro. “One or two.”
“What?”
“Just choose; one or two,” you clear up. You’ll address the topic if he picks two.
“Uh—Two.”
Shit. “Okay.” You exhale and pace the ground before you face him again. “Okay. Can we talk for a moment?” You almost wish that he declines the invitation.
And it seems he wants to as well, but he elects against it. “Yeah. About what?”
“What’s going on with you?” At how harsh your question sounds, you shake your head. “You’ve been acting really weird. Like, ever since lunch. You’ve been… distant and I don’t know why.”
He tightens his jaw as he works out what to say. “It’s because of you.”
“What?”
His eyes flicker between your eyes and he exhales before he turns his arm to display the scrawl on his flesh; ‘love.’
Confusion settles on your features and you look up at him.
He doesn’t meet your gaze. “I didn’t—you know I’m not good with this.”
“You’ve been acting weird because I’m in love with you?”
He blushes and you suppress the light laughter that bubbles in your chest. This is the emotionally handicapped man you’ve chosen to love. You smile and lift your cuff and show him your soulmark. “You love me too.”
Zoro’s eyes turn on anything but you and the evidence of his affections on your wrist. “Yeah—I—So what?”
You can’t stop the giggle fast enough and it only serves to turn his face redder. “You’re such a dork.”
“Am not.”
“I’m actually relieved,” you admit with a sigh. “I thought something happened to us. You kept distancing yourself and I thought you didn’t—”
“No.” It’s harsh and cuts through your unfinished sentence. He’s in front of you, hands encasing your own. “Never.”
You study his eyes, throat closing at how sure his voice is. Your stomach pulls into itself, churning with nerves at his proximity and the implication of your future with him. You take in his face; his eyelashes, the curve of his nose, the rise of his lips, the dip of his chin and how stunning he is.
“I love you.”
Zoro captures your whispered words with his lips and presses it onto yours.
It’s not your first kiss with him.
But it’s a tentative first with love spilling into the slow movements and delicate caresses that ends with a quiet breath and a haze that fills your head and settles in your chest. You stay in each other’s space, souls content.
“We should go back to Sunny.” His voice is low, still entranced in the feeling of being in love with you.
“Yeah.” You pull back from him but he stills you with a soft grasp on your wrist.
“Don’t let anyone see that,” he murmurs.
“Your feelings are safe with me.”
He scoffs. “That’s not what I meant.”
You slip your wrist from his grip and intertwine your fingers with his. “I could just get you angry instead.”
“You’re impossible.” His lips curve into a grin
“Yeah, but you love it.”
He flushes again, much to your amusement. “Let’s just go back.”
Can I get #17 for sanji on the soulmate au! Where the letters slowly start to appear day by day? (Bonus when s/o finds out its him shes surprised considering sanji pays more attention to other females) thank you!!!
You have your soulmate’s first name on your skin. / Soulmate!AU (no longer accepting)
AN: so this was supposed to be joined with another request that came earlier, but i accidentally did something wrong and now it’s gone. but, this is essentially two requests in one
also, i couldn’t quite write the whole bonus part because they were meeting each other for the first time and i wasn’t sure how to fit it in. sorry !!
The first smudge appears at the beginning of the day. It’s barely a minute past midnight and you’re staring at the paperwork you have in front of you. Throughout the next 24 hours, the mark elongates into a letter.
You brush your thumb over the ‘s’ before you go to bed that night and when you wake up, there’s the beginning of another letter starting to form.
You’re nervous at the prospect of meeting your soulmate, and it shows
Your boss empathises, having been through the same emotions before she met her own soulmate
“Why don’t you take some time off?” she suggests. “It’ll clear your head and do you some good.”
“What if I miss the meeting?” you ask, suddenly afraid of leaving.
“You won’t.” She smiles. “I was beyond terrified of meeting my soulmate so I stayed home all day.” She chuckles. “Fate will find a way to make it happen.”
You accept her offer of temporary leave, needing some time to yourself. But you don’t want to be bored, so you take your recent project as well and tell her you’ll complete it at home.
When you arrive at your house, you find your housemate’s boyfriend leaving. You wave to him, but he only scowls.
Confused, you enter your shared house.
“I told you to leave!”
You wince at the yell. “Not Jak!” you call back, slipping your shoes off. You place the papers on the counter, filling the kettle with tap water. “Everything okay?”
There’s silence from their bedroom, save for a few sniffles. “Y/N?”
You place the kettle on its base and flick the switch.
Footsteps patter into the kitchen and you turn around. You’re about to greet them but they rush you, hugging you as they bury their head into your shoulder.
You return the embrace, hands on their back. “What’s wrong?”
They take a breath and pull away, eyes red. “The bastard cheated on me!”
Your eyes narrow. You really should’ve punched him instead of waving at him. “I thought he was your soulmate?”
They glare at the name on their arm, teeth gritted. “Apparently not.” The words come out laced with bitterness and they squeeze the skin between their fingers. “Stupid soulmates.”
“Hey, stop.” You pull their hand away before their skin becomes redder. “You want some tea?”
“Yes, please,” they sigh. “Do you think I should get a tattoo?”
You chuckle at the idea, taking down cups. “I think you’d look great with one.”
The tea serves to calm you both down—your nerves stilling and their anger slowing.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” they gasp, sitting upright.
You’re taken aback at the sudden change in tempo. “What do you mean?”
“I must be freaking you out with my ‘soulmates are stupid’ rant,” they say, eyeing the letters on your skin. “You haven’t even met yours yet.”
Shaking your head, you smile. “It’s fine.”
And it really is; listening to them vent was distracting you from your own anxieties.
“What are you doing home so early anyway?”
You shrug, stretching your arms out on the table. “I got the week off.”
Their eyes widen, practically leaping off the chair. “Oh my God!” they rush into their room and come out with two slips of paper. “Do you wanna go on a cruise with me?”
You’re frozen in disbelief. “What?”
“I was meant to go with Jak but… y’know.” They shake their head before they can get riled up again and hand you a ticket. “So, I’ve got a spare.”
You take the paper and read through the information. “This is in three days, Ash.”
“But you’re finally free!” they beg. “And we both need the break.”
You’re almost scared again—what if on your trip you miss meeting your soulmate? But your boss’ words come back to you and you find yourself nodding. “Okay, I’ll go.”
Ash grins, practically vibrating as they hug you. “We should pack.”
You retreat to your room and pull out a suitcase, loading your clothes into it. You’re excited—you’ve never been on a ship before, so you’re looking forward to the experience.
And if you’re out there when you meet your soulmate, there’s no way they’re some boring civilian.
You glance at the ‘sa’ on your arm with a grin. This might be the best decision you’ve ever made.
It’s not.
It most definitely is not.
Departing from the shore was fine, though delayed. Everyone grumbled and complained, but the staff told everyone they could get their first drink free.
Then, while on the seas, the ship just stops.
“Is this normal?” you ask Ash.
They shrug and you realise neither of you have been on a cruise before.
Ash opens the door, head peeking out as they try to wave down a staff member. “Excuse me.”
A firm voice outside says something and Ash closes the door.
“What’s wrong?” your voice is tight with panic because your friend doesn’t look calm.
“I’m not sure,” Ash murmurs. “He just told me to go back inside.”
You purse your lips, trying to look outside the window. The angle makes it too difficult to see anything. “So we just stay here?” Your finger runs over the mark on your arm. The fifth letter is starting to form, and you’re not sure what letter it’s trying to make.
“Well, we have to,” Ash answers. “It’s probably just something small.”
And then the ship starts to shake. The ground vibrates and the walls quiver, windows and mirrors rumbling.
Something shatters in the room next door.
You grab hold of the dresser, finding stability in the heavy furniture.
The tremors stop.
“You okay?”
Ash nods. They clamber back to the door where there seems to be voices emanating from outside; it’s more than just staff now. “I think everyone else left their rooms.”
“We should go too.”
You and Ash join the crowd outside, walking the hallway to find someone who might know more than you.
The people around you are all confused, asking each other what’s going on, but no one seems to have a definitive answer. The general consensus, however, is pointing towards pirates.
“That’s not good,” Ash whispers to you.
“Are they robbing us?”
Ash shrugs, pulling you to a stop. “Maybe we should hide out down here.”
Footsteps rush overheard, silencing the chatter in the hall. Everyone holds their breath as their eyes follow the noise.
The ceiling caves, wood splintering as a person tumbles down.
Screams pierce the air.
People shuffle away from the debris.
“Sanji!” A yell from above calls out
The mass under the wood groans. “I’m okay!”
Your breath stills at the voice and a shiver runs down your spine; it sounds familiar, but new at the same time.
Ash hisses your name and you look back to find that you’re paces away from where you were standing. “What are you doing?” they keep their voice low.
You raise your arm.
Ash mouths the name printed on your skin and their eyes flicker to your face. “Jesus Christ, Y/N.”
Amongst the quiet, Ash’s exclamation carries across the hall.
Wood clatters to the ground as the man sits up. “Wait, who said that?”
You turn, unsure how to proceed. Do you walk up to him? Stay back here?
What if he’s dangerous?
“Don’t,” Ash murmurs behind you.
The man stands up and scans the crowd.
His eyes lock onto you and your breathing stutters. “It’s you,” he utters out.
You swallow the lump in your throat.
The ceiling gives way again.
Ash pulls you back as people start to yell.
The crowd dwindles, people retreating to their rooms, but you’re frozen in place and Ash isn’t going to leave you.
The blond looks down at the second pile and pulls out another man with wild hair and long nose. “Hey, Usopp, you okay?”
He raises a shaky arm and shoots his companion a thumbs-up. “Everything hurts.”
“You’ll be fine.” Sanji places him back on the ground and stares at you again. “Are you Y/N?”
You somehow manage to nod.
He approaches you, long strides taking him up to you in a matter of seconds.
Ash steps in front of you, eyes narrowed.
You’re almost glad for their interference—you don’t know how safe this man is.
Sanji stops. “I just want to see your mark,” he says.
Ash turns their head, waiting for your decision.
You grip the back of their shirt. “It’s okay, Ash.”
They move off to the side but keep their eyes on Sanji as he comes closer.
He takes your arm in his hand, fingers gentle and light.
You suppress the stutter in your breath at the feel of him touching you.
He brushes his name with a finger, sending shivers down your arm.
When you look up at him, he smiles. And it’s so beyond breathtaking that you don’t know how to respond.
Something crashes on the floor above and you both glance up.
“I’ll be back.” He squeezes your arm and jumps through the hole he had entered through.
The other man joins him soon after.
Ash migrates back to you, touching your arm to pull you out of a trance. “You okay?”
“Uh—yeah.” You nod.
“You’re drooling,” they snicker.
You send them a playful glare. “Shut up.”
Ash leans against the wall, legs stretching out in front of them. “So, we just wait for him to come back?”
The ceiling shakes as something hits the floor above, causing you both to pause.
“Yeah,” you answer, after whatever happened settles. “I think so.”
“But, like, isn’t he a pirate?” Ash gestures vaguely through the ceiling.
You purse your lips, hand coming to rest where Sanji had touched you. “I know, but…” you shrug, “it just—he seems…” You flail your arms as you try to come up with a word. “Safe?”
They study you for an uncomfortably long time, which they conclude with a sigh of defeat. “Okay.” Ash straightens from their slouched position. “What are you going to do?”
“I…” You shrug. “What do you mean?”
“When he comes back,” Ash clarifies. “What are you going to do? Quit your job and sail with him? Come back home and wait for him?”
The question stumps and scares you at the same time. “I don’t know,” you whisper.
Ash’s demeanour softens at your uncertainty. “Maybe just have a chat with him,” they suggest. “See how he is, and if life on the sea is what you want.”
You nod slowly. “Sounds logical.”
“And if he isn’t what you’re looking for…” Ash’s shoulders lift. “No harm done.”
“You sure are smart,” you chuckle.
Ash scoffs, shaking their head. “Nah,” they disagree. “Just experienced.”
Footsteps click down the stairs and you look up to see dress shoes descending.
You release a shaky exhale, crossing your arms to hide your nerves.
Hey there! The short answer is not really, but I’m trying.
The long answer is I haven’t completed anything in ages so the queue is empty. I’ve started a bunch of the new soulmate requests, but I can’t quite get around to the ending, so they just sit in my drafts for future me to struggle over.
Having said that, there’s also the problem with length. For a lot of the soulmate prompts, I have ideas for a multi-part fic and just really long one-shots. While I think it’d make the wait more worthwhile (because it’s been months since I’ve updated something), the longer the fics become, the longer I hold onto them because I’m never happy with how they’re written.
The soulmates AUs were supposed to be drabbles, but I do this ThingTM where I can’t shorten my fics and end up with long works.
But like I mentioned before, this blog doesn’t have an update schedule; I put out fics when I’ve written them, and that can take months.
Hi adm Laboon 🐳 can I have some hc about Zoro's and Law's insecure bc she has small boobs? Yes, that's a problem for me and a lot of headcanons around tumblr are all about really hot girls 😓 thank you 💕
Here ya go ~ Hope these are okay. (I honestly don’t see a problem with having small breasts, nor do I see ‘hot’ girls as needing to have big ones. If anyone tells you any different then they’re superficial and not worth your time.)
RORONOA ZORO;
he doesn’t really care about the size of your breasts
as long as you can keep up with him in bed, he’s fine (wink wonk)
if you’re shy about showing them in public (not wanting to wear bikinis, etc.) he won’t really mind. he’d prefer if you were more conservative about showing your body off
he thinks it’s a privilege to be able to see something that you don’t want others to see
plus he’d totally get angry at the other guys ogling you
he might pay your breasts extra attention during intimate nights just to show you that you’ve got nothing to be concerned about
TRAFALGAR WATER D. LAW;
same as zoro, he’d be indifferent
he’s not shallow so would pick an s/o based on things other than appearance. like sure, if you’re pretty, you’ll capture his attention. but if you’re not quick-witted, well-read or intelligent, he’ll let you go pretty quickly
large breasts are a perk, not a necessity so he wouldn’t be averse to dating an s/o with smaller breasts
if you’re not flashy with showing them for certain reasons, he’ll respect that, though he might not understand because you’re stunningly gorgeous to him
YAY Hello! ٩(●˙▿˙●)۶ Could I request some fluffy and nsfw headcanons for Law? Thank you (๑>ᴗ<๑)
i feel like i could have covered a lot more ground but i didn’t know how to segue into it properly, so the headcanons kinda just jump everywhere??
the nsfw stuff is under the cut!
FLUFF
enjoys hugs and cuddles very much, though he won’t ever admit it
even if he’s really itching for a hug, he’ll wait for you to initiate it, then he’ll “reluctantly” agree
little, soft kisses on your face when he sees you being adorable
have your nose scrunched as you read something difficult? small peck on your forehead
wearing something too large that engulfs your entire frame? light brushing of lips against your cheeks
he’s not too big on pda. he’ll be a little lenient if you really want to though
but once you’re away from prying eyes and behind closed doors, he’s so sweet
he likes touching you, but it doesn’t have to be sexual. it’s just intimate and a small reminder that you’re safe, he’s safe and he’s not going to lose you
you both could be reading separate books, and either you or he will be lying on each other’s laps, or holding hands (it makes turning pages hard, but you manage)
he’ll do so much for you, whether big or small
if you wake up a slight headache, he’ll tell the crew to be quiet
if you’re not feeling well, he’ll do what he can to make you feel better
if you’re crying because someone made you sad, he’ll stay with you until you feel better (he’ll also have the crew look for said person and keep them prisoner until he can pay them a visit)
lots of hugs and caresses when you sleep
will always make sure you’re asleep before he is, and when you are, he’ll place the softest kiss on your forehead and listen to you breathing in order to lull himself to sleep
NSFW
dominant af
likes to be in control and hear you beg
also likes the feel of your thighs wrapped around his waist, and when you thread your fingers through his hair
when he starts to lose control, he buries his face in your shoulder and sometimes bites your skin
if he’s feeling hot-tempered, expect angry sex
round one will be rough and hard
round two will always be softer and more loving to make up for it
and round three (if you can handle it) will be all about you and making you feel good
note that these rounds are based on his climaxes, not yours
he won’t do it often, but sometimes, he’ll give up control to you and let you make the decisions
he is so into bondage
it plays a lot into his whole “i need to be in control” thing, but it’s also because he really likes hearing you beg and struggle against the restraints
How's your day/night going admin laboon 🐳? In response to the previous posts, I would like to say I also appreciate you doing these requests! There are times I constantly come to this blog to re-read these hc's because there so good (even now lol) Your one of my top fav op writing blogs here!! anyhow, continue taking your time & take care 😊
Hey ~I'm doing very well, and this message has honestly made me so much better!I don't even know how to respond to your lovely words?? Thank you so much for loving what has been put out! I'm really sorry that you have to re-read old stuff because there's nothing new, but I swear I'm working on that!!This really means everything to me and I hope good things happen to you ^-^
