this is an obvious one, but when sanji falls, he falls hard, no matter who he's with. now when it comes to you, the first person he has experienced genuine true love AND who also reciprocated his feelings, sanji is all in. the way that he is passionately devoted to you from day one is something that not even robin or nami have ever seen. sanji loves so genuinely and purely, and the utter care he gives to your relationship is proof of that.
you fall first, but zoro falls harder.
who wouldn’t fall for roronoa zoro? the way that he works out on the deck, all sweaty and chiseled. not to mention how soft and kind he can be when he wants to. it was inevitable you ended up with a crush on him. when zoro realizes he reciprocates these feelings, you open his eyes to an emotion that has evaded him his whole life. he becomes softer, more eager to let loose and enjoy life, knowing he has you by his side.
when it comes to luffy, you fall first and then fall equally as hard.
luffy is irresistible. his pure heart and the happiness he brings to others drive you completely insane; you were bound to fall in love. like zoro, luffy is unfamiliar with the feeling of love and has trouble understanding it when it comes to you. but like any adventure, luffy is always ready to trek the unknown. and as unpredictable as he is, love with luffy is a never-ending surprise.
usopp falls first and harder.
to be frank, love with usopp is riddled with insecurity and angst. it was a huge surprise to him that you even reciprocated his feelings, so he treads lightly when it comes to your relationship. you see right through usopp’s lies, too, so he’s especially vulnerable with you. the way that you understand and know usopp is so genuine that he can’t help but fall even more in love with you than he already is.
you fall first, but nami falls harder.
nami is reluctant to feel any sort of romantic feelings, so it was difficult to tell if she even liked you back. the beginning stages of your relationship start off slow. she’s not eager to let her walls down, but once you show her loyalty and gentleness, nami starts to let you in. she would never say this, but the vulnerability she feels with you reminds her of bellemere. it makes her so scared, but so eager to jump into it with you.
robin falls first, but you fall harder.
robin may fall first, but she could take that secret to the grave if she chose to. you’ll confess first and reveal an entirely different woman than the one you fell for. her genuine charm and wit are admirable on the average day, but paired with her quirky awkwardness? it’s enough to make you fall head over heels. that’s the best thing about robin: no matter what side of her you get, you can’t help falling in love anyway.
you fall first, but franky falls harder.
franky has undeniable charm and charisma; his silky smooth tongue is enough to have anyone hooked. coupled with his smoking bod, it was inevitable that you would fall for him. now, franky isn’t a man who can be tied down, but if you happen to earn his affection, it feels like his charm is cranked up a hundred notches. franky isn’t quick to love or show any vulnerability, so when he does, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. the way he speaks to you is as smooth as butter and has you blushing harder than you ever thought possible. he treats you like royalty, with a deep, devoted loyalty that only a special few get to see.
ace falls first and harder.
ace is one of the biggest sluts on the grand line. he gets insane play, but is also fiercely loyal to anyone who has his heart. so once he’s fixated on you, there is nothing in the world that could change his mind. as good of a flirt as he is, ace can become pathetic pretty quick. he’ll ask you on dates and beg for your affection any chance he gets. but once he figures out you like him back? gods wish they could experience that type of devotion. ace would die for those he loves, and his love envelopes you so tightly that it’s impossible to resist.
sabo falls first, but you fall harder.
unfortunately, sabo is another grand line slut. he has crushes often, and they are almost always reciprocated. so when he makes his crush on you known, he expects you to feel the same way. you do, obviously. but you don’t expect how stuck up and conceited he is about it. it’s stupidly charming and makes you want him even more. but the more you get to know him, you realize how deep sabo’s passion and loyalty run.
law falls first and harder.
if it’s not obvious by his devotion to corazon, law is another man encaptured by passion. he loves so deeply that he’s willing to lock it all inside and keep it to himself forever. but it’s pretty obvious to everyone else that he has a huge crush on you. when you reciprocate those feelings, law can feel himself falling for you more and more. especially when you accept all his nerdy quirks that could be seen as off-putting or strange to outsiders. if it’s also not obvious by his crew, law chooses those around him based on how much comfort and emotional support they bring him. when you not only offer that, but a reciprocated emotional connection, he can’t help but fall in love.
you fall first, but kid falls harder.
kid is too sexy not to have a crush on. it seems almost juvenile to have a crush on a man like kid; he’s reckless and basically insane. however, kid’s secret softness topples those ideals. anyone rarely gets to truly experience the love and compassion of eustass kid, but when you do, it solidifies your crush almost instantaneously. and on his side, once kid shows you just how much he cares about you, he is completely aware of his feelings for you. actually, he’s actively trying to deny them to anyone who notices, far too embarrassed to admit how he feels.
shanks falls first, but you fall harder.
shanks falls in love extremely easily. he’s basically an older version of sanji. he flirts, he puts himself out there, he has one-night stands with both men and women all the damn time. it’s difficult to resist shanks’ charm, which you learn very quickly. much like sanji, shanks will be honest about how he feels from the start, but given his reputation, you have a hard time taking him seriously. but once you see past his sleezy, playboy attitude, it’s nearly impossible not to fall in love with him.
you fall first, but corazon falls harder.
given that cora was a high-up executive in the donquixote family who barely acknowledged his own brother, you didn’t think he knew you existed. that being said, when he finally gets you alone and reveals that he can talk, his goofiness allures you even more. cora letting you in is a huge risk to his plan, but when you not only agree to keep his secret, but offer to join him, his heart melts. you learn about his kindness and compassion, and welcome it with open arms in a way he had never known. it was inevitable that he fell head over heels for you.
Which of them - OP you think yould be really into curves? Like they would even go so far as to buy their partner outfits with deep cut out cleverige or short skirts or tight pants and lingerie that they want to see them in?
As a curvy, busty woman, I feel this in my soul
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Nami - No one, not even Sanji, loves women more than Nami. She's a pervert. Those curves are everything to her, she can't keep her hands off of you. She's handsy, always touching your hips and stomach and ass, even in company.
She puts her shopping trips to good use. She's big into lingerie. She goes feral at the sight of lace against your skin.
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Sanji - You know it. If you're talking to him in a low-cut top, he just stops functioning all together and doesn't register anything you say to him. He'll happily go shopping with you and watch you try anything you want, the tighter the better.
He likes to take his time to worship your curves. You're the most beautiful creature in all the world to him and he makes sure you know that without a doubt.
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Zoro - He doesn't ever really think about what it is that attracts him to you, but he finds himself always staring at your curves when you're doing something. He'll cover it up by saying he is just watching over you to protect you. His eyes will constantly flick down to your chest while you're trying to talk to him. I don't know why, but he gives me vibes that he likes someone with some meat on their bones.
Zoro is way less concerned with what you're wearing than the others, but the man appreciates your ass in a good pair of jeans.
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Franky - A self-proclaimed pervert. Obviously, Franky loves himself some tits and ass but he's also a real man, and that means he appreciates all those extra curves that come with them. He loves to rest his head on your tummy after a long day in the workshop.
He's very shameless in his appreciation, he'll tell you exactly how he feels about your curves with no regard for who can hear it. He's extra appreciative of your thighs.
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Crocodile - He's a grabber. Your hips, your ass, your thighs, your soft cheeks; nothing is safe from his grasp. He's got one good hand, and he's gonna use it. He likes to feel the weight of you in his lap, too.
You better believe that man is gonna shower you in all the designer pieces and intricate lingerie he can get his hands on. He's a perv, but he's a classy perv.
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Hancock - Why aren't there more lesbian Boa truthers? Like Hancock with internalised homophobia, attaching herself to the first man who shows her kindness because that's what she believes she's supposed to do…come on guys. She's a true woman enthusiast, she loves women in all shapes and sizes. Your curves are nothing short of sacred to her.
She'd have you customised pieces made to your exact measurements. She's blatant in her staring when it's just the two of you.
༯ humor / head-cannons / modern au / established friends / sfw / fem reader / no use of yn / kisses / probably a little toxic who knows
A/N: idk where I was going with this honestly.. I have like 4 drafts that are fully planned out and just need to be properly written.
LUFFY was actually purely unintentional despite how it looked. When you first told him you broke up, he barely reacted. Just tilted his head and went, ‘Oh. Okay.’ Then asked if there was any food in your bag.
At the time, he didn’t think much of it beyond the basic idea. Relationships ended sometimes. That was all.
But immediately things started to change. Your ex is around you less, a lot less. And suddenly all that empty space in your schedule ended up filled with him instead. Meals together, work breaks together, wandering around together because somehow the two of you kept ending up side by side naturally.
Luffy didn’t notice how attached he’d gotten to your presence until it became part of his routine, neither did you.
Then one day he sees you laughing at something with your ex again.
Something ugly twists in his chest so hard it actually confuses him. Luffy gets jealous in a way that was surprisingly in between clinging on to your side and intensely territorial without realizing it.
Your ex touches your shoulder? Luffy is suddenly between you two, asking questions that could’ve waited. Someone flirts with you? He’s staring at them with a gaze that makes it awkward for everyone.
As arrogant as it sounded, he never actually felt threatened by your ex. Somewhere deep down, Luffy already assumed you’d choose him. He just didn’t know why he wanted that so badly yet, so he still competed.
And when people ask why he’s acting weird, he’s played it off with an innocent look.
NAMI is the type to leave lingering touches rather than playing out of jealousy or yearning. She knew exactly what she was doing.
She noticed how flustered you got whenever she touched you, so naturally she started touching you constantly. Fingers brushing your thigh during conversations. Resting her chin on your shoulder while reading over your phone. Holding your waist in crowded spaces when there was clearly enough room already.
Your ex hated her immediately.
Which only encouraged her further. To Nami, their irritation just proved she was succeeding. Besides, as far as she was concerned, they had no right to complain anymore.
One night they confronted her about it, frustrated and suspicious, only for Nami to blink innocently before smiling.
“What?” She asked sweetly. “I’m just there for them.”
Meanwhile her nails were tracing circles against your lower back right in front of them while she smiled.
Cruel. Absolutely cruel in the best way possible.
BOA treated your breakup like a blessing sent directly from heaven for her. A minor inconvenience out of the way.
The second she found out you were single, she became unbearable. But the worst part was how impossible it was to dislike it.
Gifts appear in your space that are far too expensive to refuse, or rather too accurate. Your wardrobe starts changing overnight. Jewelry, perfumes, fabrics you never thought you’d own, suddenly they’re just.. yours.
And she watches your reaction every time, something about the way your expression softened at the gesture settled pleasantly in her chest.
She wants to get used to that.
But it wasn’t the main goal, she simply wanted herself woven into every part of your life.
The scent of her perfume lingering on your clothes. Earrings catching the light whenever you moved. Silks and fabrics against your skin that reminded you of her every time you touched them.
She replaced your memories of your ex so thoroughly you barely noticed it happening.
But even mentioning your ex’s name offended her. Every story you told about them had her staring at you in genuine disbelief, like she couldn’t comprehend how anyone could fail to worship you properly.
And maybe that’s what made her so effective. Boa loved loudly, it was very intense for just anyone in the world. She made you feel adored every second you were near her.
Boa gave you devotion, that was a hard difference to ignore.
DOFLAMINGO absolutely, undeniably, intentionally homewrecked your relationship.
There wasn’t anything accidental about it at all. What can he say, he's impatient.
That same devotion Boa had for you was the similar for him, but in his own twisted up ways of wanting you to need him. He saw the cracks early and pushed his fingers directly into them with a grin.
Every insecurity your relationship had, he fed it carefully until your ex started feeling paranoid every time his name came up even before the relationship ended.
And you began to believe the things he said.
Doflamingo enjoyed it, being the problem at least. He liked watching your attention drift toward him more and more each week once it was finally done, how you would run a hand through his hair, touch his skin with the tip of your fingers.
Liked how your ex slowly realized they were losing you to someone they couldn’t compete with, who understood how to treat you right and wrong.
One evening your ex finally snapped and accused him outright, blaming him for the outcome. Doflamingo only laughed in his face, saying something even you thought was pretty rude.
You ignored him for a bit.
Still, later that night, you let him tilt your head back and leave slow kisses from your neck all the way to your cheek. Noting how sweet you tasted.
ACE got protective before he even realized he liked you, that’s what made it tricky to hide. You’d mention your ex upsetting you and suddenly Ace was furious on your behalf like it personally happened to him.
If you knew he was there for you then, imagine now.
He hovered constantly after the breakup. Sitting too close beside you. Walking with an arm around your shoulders. Pulling you against his chest whenever you looked upset because apparently physical affection solved everything to him.
Honestly, it worked embarrassingly well.
Ace felt nice in a way that was hard to explain, because he’s literally warm. Warm skin, warm laughter, warm words. At some point, you stopped resisting it entirely. You started leaning into him first. Letting him pull you close whenever you looked exhausted.
All the comfort you never really got in your past relationship.
Your ex noticed too.
Especially the night Ace answered your phone for you while half asleep beside you. ‘they’re busy right now.’ He muttered lazily, then hung up immediately. He knew who it was, and that’s what made it even better.
He leaned into the top of your head again, ignoring the way you scolded him for being immature while he chuckled in your ear.
SABO was extremely patient, mainly because it was both intentional and he was confident.
Every action always meant something one way or another.
A chair pulled out beside him before you even thought about where to sit. A cup of tea already made the exact way you liked it. Him remembering tiny details from conversations you forgot even mattered.
You’d mention once that you hated walking home alone at night, and suddenly Sabo was always coincidentally headed the same direction.
His gentleness came in soft, consistent touches until relying on him became second nature. And the more he replaced those missing pieces, the more you realized you were leaning on him emotionally.
Sabo noticed, pretty fast actually.
The first time you instinctively searched for him in a crowded room. The first time your bad day ended with you at his side instead of texting your ex. The first time you laughed at something and immediately looked toward him for a reaction without thinking.
He creates situations where giving it to him feels natural. Not in a malicious way exactly, but certainly in a possessive one.
You already adjusted to how comfortable it was being around Sabo, rejecting every advancement your ex made to talk to you with him in mind. And he took you in whole heartedly.
KID is terrible at subtlety. Like genuinely awful at it. If your ex texted you, he’s already leaning over your shoulder trying to read it with a scowl so deep it looks painful.
“Ya’ better ignore him.” He raised an eyebrow, and you extremely, reluctantly agreed.
Yea, sadly he had a point mentioned how stupid you looked.
The worst part is he acts like he’s the reasonable one. Meanwhile he’s showing up places uninvited, yours specifically. It could be late at night, middle of the day, morning, and he’d knock at your window once a little too loud, then followed by weaker ones.
He literally has your key.
In other cases, he’s throwing an arm around your shoulders in public, a thumb rubbing at your shoulder. If anyone points it out Kid is grumbling in anger, like the audacity for anyone to even assume that was the case was baffling.
You weren’t close to him before the relationship, it happened afterwards. If anything you found him annoying at first. That was mainly because you were bitter he wasn’t letting you get your way.
Instead of letting you sleep in with sadness, he’s the one pushing you to go out. Parties, movies, stores, and overtime you realized how much it helped.
When it’s just the two of you, he softens in the weirdest ways. Fixing your jewelry with rough fingers. Quietly memorizing the things you like just so he can pretend it was accidental later.
You assumed it was some type of phycology, being so pushy you actually started to like him.
Featured characters: //Primary Set// Shanks - Ace - Smoker - Law - Vivi - Luffy - Zoro - Nami - Sanji - Usopp - Robin - Franky - Corazon - Marco - Sabo - Aokiji Kuzan x gn reader
Description: Tracing scars and tattoos, overcoming insecurities, vague self consciousness they help you with / fuck out of you~ Luffy’s might just fix you. Also this is definitely the best thing I’ve ever made.
Rating: 18+
Word count: 2600 / ~160 per character
WARNINGS: | gender neutral reader | all the sex | minor allusions to body image issues, scars, canon trauma |
//Villain Set// //Secondary Set//
Shanks
With the world in his hands as much as against him, it can be a heavy load. For all that he keeps that easy smile, always looking to encourage you, sometimes he needs it too. Topping him slow and sensually, letting go of the emotional burdens as you spoil him. But this is only after persuading him to not be the one spoiling. He loves nothing more after a long day - good or bad - to strip you in his quarters and roll you around on his bed until the moon is high and all you can think about is him. Whatever your doubts, insecurities, pains, or fears, you have an Emperor of the sea at your side who’s convinced you hang the stars in the sky. And he’ll kiss you until you believe him.
Ace
Sunshine incarnate is his typical way of being, but the pain of his past - the world always saying he shouldn’t even exist - it gets to him more often than he lets on. Telling him he deserves to live, that he’s the best thing in your life, that he’s worthy and wonderful - while he’s deep inside you? Yeah, that might fix him. And he’s more than happy to return the favour whenever you’re down, infusing you with all of his warmth, in every way. You loved him into loving himself. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do the same for you. If some of that is showing you how much he loves every part of your body, showing you how proud of you he is while pinning you down and rolling against you, nice and slow? All the better. Kiss his freckles and let him stay buried inside you until he passes out, and you’ll both be feeling better by morning.
Smoker
He loves a good rough fuck, no question. But part of caring so damn much is having a soft side that needs attention - needs bandaging and healing as much as his body. He’s gone so long on his missions that if you can’t be beside him, he’s half a wreck by the time he gets back. It never used to be that way until he found you - someone strong enough to wait for him. He loves your strength, but he chose you for your softness too. Holding you tight, someplace safe and quiet, letting you trace his scars, kissing any of yours while losing yourselves in slow, deep thrusts. Having you tell him he’s perfect, that he’s your hero, that you believe in him. He needs it as much as you do. He’ll hold you open and come up with every compliment he’s ever thought about you in between making you come in his mouth and his honest tongue.
Law
On top of all his other stresses, he needs you at your best so you can stay by his side. Massages (that you tempt him into making more of), analytically breaking down your insecurities and self doubt while tangled in the sheets together. If you’re down, persuading him that just having his attention lifts you will buy you time with your busy captain. Reluctant as he is to accept being taken care of himself, you can always make him relent. Tracing his tattoos as you lie in bed, helping him relax. And then making him hard. Showing him stress relief that’s slow and lazy, turning everything he does to you back on him. He deserves sloppy kisses, a good massage, and to have his hair played with until he falls asleep. Teaching him to be honest with you and himself, finding the words while keeping him trapped beneath you, buried deep inside you.
Vivi
She needs relief - in every way - from the stress and confinement of her public position. She loves making you feel good in formal wear fit for a desert land, making you more bold in showing a little more skin than usual. And then taking it off in her chambers when you return. For all the privileges she has, the only way she really wants to be spoiled is by you in bed. As her happily ever after, she is more than happy to return the favour in any way you want. If you have scars or stretch marks, or she is feeling insecure about her own, she’ll paint them in gold. She’ll praise you for your every success, by her side or otherwise, and gladly make it up to you every time she vents. She longs to be in your arms and rock against your body until you’ve both come multiple times, lazy and comfortable, safe and loved.
Luffy
He just wants you to be happy, and he’ll do whatever it takes - treating you to silliness or tooth rotting sweetness, drowning your sorrows and worries in his sunshine. He’s never really understood insecurity, and he’ll do anything to help you overcome yours - especially if it involves your body. It’s your vessel for exploring life, made for adventuring, enjoying good food, and feeling good. Besides, he’s going to be King of the Pirates, he wouldn’t keep you around unless you were the best. And you are. And he’ll spend hours under the covers, between your legs, in hot springs, or anywhere else proving how perfect you are and making you share his joy in your existence. He’ll wrap you up tight and lazily fuck you for hours if you let him, laughing into your mouth and chest between groans of bliss.
Zoro
He may struggle to really understand your emotions, but he loves you and if you need him, he’ll be there. You can teach him how to love softly, hold you the ways you need. He’ll practically bully you into accepting yourself, body and mind. And while his efforts are often clumsy as hell or maybe too exclusively revolving around sex, it comes from his heart. As for taking care of him, reminding him to heal between workouts requires intervention every time, and often dragging him to bed and immediately stripping is the path of least resistance. He loves groping you, whether your body is carefully toned or not. Holding you tightly to his chest while he burns the last of his energy thrusting into you, lingering there while you catch your breath and listen to the ambient sounds of the ship - there’s nothing better.
Nami
She gets overwhelmed with her responsibility as navigator sometimes, not to mention the captain’s insane antics. So helping her unwind is crucial. Shopping trips are the first step, burning berri on lingerie and sexy clothes. Sometimes it’s for her, and she loves having you take them off of her. And when she buys something for you, she makes you wear in it front of a mirror, praising and seducing you until you give in and fuck her in front of it. Being held in your arms after long stressful days, stroking your hair when your own emotions are strained, luxurious baths with fine oils. She believes in you and trusts you with her life. She wouldn’t bother with someone not worth her time, her trust, her heart, and her body. And you’d better not forget it. Though she does make it difficult to, always dragging you to her bunk whenever she needs the comfort of wrapping her legs around you your touch.
Sanji
This man is so sweet and soft and scared he cant be good enough for you. Every time will be comfort sex to him. Especially when you can convince him he doesn’t need to perform, just love and feel and trust. He protects his hands so he can soothe and heal, and loves nothing more than to worship your body - just as much as he worships your heart and mind - so thoroughly you’ll never be satisfied with anyone else. All he wants is to get lost in erasing your insecurities and unhappiness, which helps undo his own. He is physically incapable of refusing your requests, especially in bed. Literally anything you do for him is a gift from heaven. He’ll praise you endlessly. He’ll praise anything you wear and thank you on his knees if you let him take it off of you. He’ll cry if you praise him, coming way too fast over and over, making sure you release just as many times no matter what.
Usopp
For all his bluster, he’s also scared of not being enough. He’ll tell you stories - some real and some not - while you cuddle. Sex is slow then frantic, experimenting then going back to familiar comfort. You’re his best friend, his confidant, his rock that grounds him to what’s real. He’s always supportive but honest with his compliments and praise, for once. He worships you - you’re just so damn cool, and hell, it’s him you’ve chosen. In bed especially, he can’t believe that you’re his - and it makes him crazy. Sometimes you both need a good massage after a hard training session or a fight, and he always wants to turn it into spending more time touching your body. He’ll do anything to make sure that for all his lies, you know his love and devotion aren’t among them.
Robin
Old shadows haunt her sometimes, so she understands if you have shadows of your own. She’s a perfect sounding board, always willing to listen or help patch up your injuries. Often you notice all the bruises she has from using her power. Sure she’s chosen to live, but she ought to care more for herself. She always drags you to bed and spends the rest of the night telling you how glad she is to be alive, and even more so, glad that you’re alive. From day to day, she loves slow sensual times with you. She reads to you in dead languages while lazily fucking. Always, her hands and tongues bloom until you can’t remember any name but hers. If you get insecure as the lover of the most beautiful woman in the world, she tells you that your appearance is perfect to her in the way that YOU are perfect to her. You, in all your fascinating, endearing, charming imperfections, are hers. And she, in all her renewed hope and passion, is yours.
Franky
Being a cyborg is pretty damn cool, but sometimes he gets to feeling disconnected from his humanity. He loves having you remind him. He’s so gentle and kind and big and loves lazy, senseless laughter with you. Almost as much as he loves lazy sex with you. He conditions you into feeling no shame with your body, using his own absurd confidence to build yours. He’ll hold you so gently as you rant and vent and cry to him, offering off brand advice and unconditional love. His whole body is customisable - including his dick, obviously. He loves slow nights of experimenting with you, having you try new attachments, new toys, pushing your imagination and desires. But he doesn’t mind simple either. He’s a guy - let him suck your nipples and grope your ass for a bit and he’s happy. And he’s excited to do anything at all that you need. There’s nothing he loves more than sharing his joy, after all.
Corazon
For someone with such deep seated anger, he is so kind and gentle, and attuned to your mind. He loves so deeply, and loves to make you happy, so whenever you’re in a bad place, he’s working overtime to help you out of it. For someone sworn to silence, suddenly he’s drowning you in copious compliments about your body and heart and mind. He’s proud of you, he finds you irresistible. Sometimes his efforts are as clumsy as he is, but there’s no doubt the heart behind it. His power is very convenient for when he wants to make you scream. But despite his size and the quiet fire deep down, he knows how to be gentle. It takes some practice, initially urging him that you can handle more. He loves holding you gently in his arms afterwards, his big hands touching anywhere and everywhere to ground himself and show you just how loved and needed and cherished you are.
Marco
The laid back doctor is eager to be kind and heal and protect despite all his loss - and he would love for someone to hold him and offer him the same healing. Let him rest and heal and build anew together. Maybe get a cottage in the valley and treat it like a honeymoon home. Let him get lost in your arms day and night to keep him grounded and remind him what he needs for fight for next - he’ll love you into making it his purpose. Whenever you get the tiniest scratch, his warm blue fire fixes you instantly - and if your wounds go deeper, he’ll help you heal those too. He refuses to let you think badly of your body, worshipping it until you believe him. His experience lets him learn you easily, every soft spot and even your hidden desires. He’ll hold your gaze until you can hardly stand it, playing with your hair until you fall asleep, never more at home than in each other’s arms.
Aokiji Kuzan
Once an unbeaten Admiral, now lost and unsure, he finds safe harbour with you. He finds himself growing out of a shell he never knew he was in - learning real trust, turning old lies to truth, letting his slow nature start to heal both him and you. Kiss the scars on his neck and tell him that a kinder world is worth fighting for - and suddenly you’re the center of it. If you’re broken too, he’ll drop everything to focus that calm intensity on you. Having the chance to lay about in your bed, indulging his laziness is the best therapy. Slow sex morning to night, walking around the house nearly naked. He loves putting his hand up your shirt, quickly leaning into his teasing side with you. He’ll worship you any shape or size, getting worked up over anything you wear. He loves breaking down every insecurity you have - physical or psychological. You are his new world, and he’s never been happier to have gotten lost so he could discover it.
Sabo
The eternal rebel would burn down the world to save you. You’re the only one who can harness his fire, and his anger and grief. If you let his fire burn to ash and hold him, kiss his scars, remind him of happy memories and make new ones - he’s yours forever. And he won’t stop telling you so for hours on end as he worships you in every position. He’ll tell you you’re enough - every single reason why he chose you. Even when his breath nearly eclipses his voice, he won’t stop until you’re both collapsed on the bed, cuddling each other to sleep. In the frantic, high stakes world of the Revolution, he’s torn between loving watching you fuck shit up and being overprotective. Brace for hours of endless spoiling after tough training or dangerous missions. You’re the best thing in his life and he’s not about to lose you for anything - including not being attentive enough.
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summary: they stopped on this little island to quickly rest and restock, but the they didn’t plan on encountering you. after defending them publicly, the crew just knows that you belong with them
content: yandere behavior, eventual romantic connections between you and most of the straw hats, platonic!chopper, franky, and brook, alluded criminal activity, instant attraction, drinking,
wc: 6k
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The tavern was loud in the way all good ones were; full, warm, and just a little bit on the edge of becoming a problem. Laughter spilled over clinking glasses, boots scraped against wooden floors, and somewhere in the corner, a chair tipped just enough to suggest someone had already had too much.
At the bar, though, there was a problem. A man with moss-green hair sat rigidly on one of the stools, fingers tapping against the wood before stilling entirely.
Roronoa Zoro did not like being ignored.
His gaze flicked toward the bartender again, still occupied. Leaning far too comfortably across the counter, laughing low at something one of the girls down the bar had said, completely uninterested in anything else happening around him.
Zoro’s jaw tightened in frustration as he’d already asked. Twice and nothing.
“Tough luck.” The voice came from his side, casual and amused.
Zoro turned slightly and you stood there like you’d always been there, elbow resting against the bar, gaze following his toward the bartender with mild interest.
“He’s not going to come over,” you added, almost thoughtfully.
Zoro huffed once through his nose. “Yeah. I noticed.”
There was a beat, then—
“I could help you with that.”
That got his attention. He glanced at you properly this time, sharp and assessing, like he was trying to place you in a category and hadn’t quite decided where you fit yet.
“Oh yeah?” he said.
You smiled. Not wide or sweet, but knowing.
“Yeah.”
A small tilt of your head toward the bartender, and Zoro caught the flicker of something in your eyes.
“Watch.”
And before he could respond, you pushed off the bar and slipped into motion. The first thing he noticed was that you didn’t rush. You moved like you belonged there, like the space would shift and accommodate for you if it need to. By the time you reached the bartender, your posture had softened, your expression brightened just enough to catch his attention without looking like you were trying.
It worked immediately.
Zoro watched as the bartender straightened, grin widening, focus snapping entirely to you as you leaned just slightly over the counter. He couldn’t hear everything you said over the noise, but he didn’t need to.
There was a laugh, yours, followed by a light touch to the bartender’s wrist. Overall, a quiet exchange that had the man nodding quickly, already turning to grab bottles.
Zoro leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. Huh.
A few minutes later, you returned, noticeably not empty-handed. Very much not empty-handed.
You set down one, two, three bottles in front of him until there were eight lined up neatly along the bar.
Zoro blinked once, then looked at you to see that you were already holding two for yourself.
“Figured that might last you a while,” you said lightly. “Buy you some time until the bartender does look over here.”
There it was again, that look. That subtle curve of your mouth like you two were in on something no one else was. You gave him a small wink, then turned to leave, and just like that, you were gone.
Zoro watches you disappear into the crowd, the noise of the tavern settling back into place like nothing happened. Eight bottles sit untouched in front of him, his fingers curl loosely around one, but he doesn’t drink, at least, not yet.
Not when his attention is still fixed on the space you left behind, and the impression you left him. A slow exhale leaves him. “…Interesting.”
He leans back slightly, gaze sharpening, no longer unfocused anymore, not idle. You peaked his attention in a way that he can’t name yet, but it provduces a desire to keep you close and nearby.
‿︵‿ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ‿︵‿
By the time you slipped back through the crowd, the tavern hadn’t quieted, it never did, but it had shifted slightly.
“There you are.”
One of your friends waved you over, leaning in as soon as you got close.
“You’re missing it.”
“Missing what?” you asked, already letting yourself be pulled into the edge of their table. Another one nudged you, barely containing a grin.
“The blond.”
You followed their gaze. And, oh.
There was a blond man sat at the far end of the tavern, as close to the kitchen doors as the seating allowed, body angled just slightly toward the narrow window where plates passed through. If his attractiveness didn’t grab your attention, that it would have been the way he wasn’t drinking, wasn’t talking, or even paying attention to the room.
His entire focus was locked on the kitchen, more specifcally, on the chefs. Your eyes narrowed just slightly, interest piqued.
“…He’s not even looking at anyone,” one of your friends whispered.
“No,” you murmured, already standing. “He’s not.”
You approached without hesitation, wanting to know more about this mysterious man. He didn’t notice, at least, not at first, because he seemed distracted. A frown was on his face, not one that marked annoyance, but more of the ‘offended’ variety.
“…He’s overcooking it,” he muttered under his breath.
You blinked, not expecting that to be the first line of interaction between you two.
“Oh?”
While the mysterious stranger still didn’t look at you, you at least know he heard you due to his affirmative grunt before continuing the conversation.
“He added the seasoning too early,” he continued, voice low, attempting to show some restrain “It’s going to burn the flavor right out and—”
You smiled, slowly. “And I’m guessing you could do better?”
“Obviously.” Immediate, and automatic, but still not looking at you. You huffed out a quiet laugh. This man was definitely different.
“I could get you in there,” you said.
And that is what did it. He finally turned and for the first time, he took notice of you. There was a flicker of something across his face—fast, sharp—like his brain had to catch up to what his eyes were seeing.
You, standing there like you hadn’t just been casually listening to him critique a kitchen mid-service. Like you hadn’t just offered something ridiculous with complete confidence. For half a second, he just stared.
And then, everything about him shifted.
Posture straightening, expression softening, and a new sense of charm clicking into place like second nature.
“—Mademoiselle,” he breathed, already halfway to standing. “I didn’t realize I was being graced with such—”
You tilted your head, cutting him off with a small smile, charmed despite yourself. “Do you want to fix the food or not?”
He paused for a beat, and just like that, the flirtation stalled. Not gone, at least, not completely. Just…redirected.
His gaze flicked back toward the kitchen window, to the view of the chef flipping the meat too soon, causing Sanji’s eye to twitch.
“…Yes.”
You didn’t give him time to rethink it. “Then come on.”
You turned, already moving, trusting he’d follow. He did, immediately. He was halfway convinced he could follow you anywhere.
The kitchen door swung open with a soft creak as you stepped through, but you didn’t go far. You stopped right at the threshold, careful, respectful, not crossing into the space where only staff were meant to be.
Sanji’s heart skipped a beat at the implicit care and respect that you provide the kitchen and the chefs by showing that little bit of restraint. By understanding, seemingly implicitly, the rules and boundaries of a kitchen. Something he can’t help but be in awe by because of the lack of decorum shown on the ship by his crew.
“Hey,” you called lightly, catching the attention of one of the cooks nearest the door, causing the man to glance up and his shoulders to relax when he saw you.
“Oh, it’s just you. Hey sweet girl.”
There it was, recognition and familiarity.
“You busy?” you asked, already knowing the answer after years of hanging around.
He snorted. “Always.”
Your smile turned a little sharper. “Yeah, I figured.”
Your gaze flicked past him, toward the man currently manning the stove, the one Sanji had been watching.
“Head chef still out?”
A groan from somewhere deeper in the kitchen as more pots and pans clatter and the bustle of the kitchen moves on as more orders are placed.
“Don’t remind me.”
Perfect. At least for you and your new friend. You leaned slightly against the doorframe, casual, comfortable. “I’ve got someone who can help.”
That got their attention. Skeptical glances were thrown at you and the blond, who got a more detailed assessment from the other chefs. Your head tilted just enough toward the man, tone light and teasing, “He’s been complaining from the dining room. This is—“ you stop yourself quickly realizing that you never introduced yourself to him or got his name. Actually this whole plan was crazy, but something in you told you it was right.
The man sees your slight panic and smoothly steps in, “I’m Sanji, and I can do more than complain,” he said instead, stepping forward just enough to be properly seen.
Confidence, controlled, and certain. The room shifted just enough to accomodate their newest chef who seemingly just knows how to take control.
One of the cooks raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”
Sanji’s gaze flicked to the stove, to the pan that’s worsening the mistake of that meat.
“…You’re burning it.”
Silence, then—
“Alright,” someone muttered. “Show us.”
And while you didn’t need to stay, Sanji being welcomed into the kitchen, accepted even. He was where he needed to be, you’ve done your second good deed of the day. But still, you lingered, just long enough to watch and see him in his element.
Sanji noticed, even as his hands moved, corrected, adjusted, and took over without overstepping, his attention always flickered back to you.
You smiled, small and certain, before mouthing the words clearly, “You’ve got this,” to him. And then you were gone.
The kitchen didn’t slow, didn’t pause, but something had changed. Sanji exhaled once, steadying himself, then refocused.
The pan, the heat, the timing. Everything where it should be, under control, exactly how he liked it.
His mind drifts back to the doorway, to you.
To the warmth of your smile, fleeting but lingering in a way that doesn’t make sense. He exhales slowly, steadying himself as he plates the dish.
Focus. Timing. Balance.
But the thought slips in anyway, soft at first, then settling. You noticed. A faint smile tugs at his lips.
You understood.
Something deeper follows, quieter and warmer, and definitely far more dangerous. His movements don’t falter, if anything, they sharpen.
I’ll make sure you never have to look anywhere else again.
‿︵‿ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ‿︵‿
The kitchen door swings shut behind you, the warmth and noise muffling just slightly as you step back into the hallway. For a moment, it’s quiet, or as quiet as a tavern like this ever gets.
You exhale softly, rolling your shoulders once before turning toward the back corridor. You might as well take a second.
The hallway is dimmer, lit by a couple of low lanterns, the hum of conversation fading the further you move away from the main room. You’re halfway to the bathrooms when you pause. There’s something… odd.
A small figure stands in the middle of the hall, shifting from foot to foot, clearly distressed.
“…Which one do I even use…?” a voice mutters, quiet but very real.
You blink, tilt your head, then step closer. “Uh… is everything okay here?”
The figure startles slightly, and turns, revealing a small, furry creature with a little hat.
You stare for a beat, attempting to process the sight infront of you.
“…Hi,” he says.
You blink again. “…Hi.”
Another pause, before his small mouth opens and he starts blurting out, “I need to use the bathroom, but I’m technically a male, but the guys bathrooms are always really gross, and I didn’t bring Nami or Robin and I don’t know if I could use the women’s and—” He trails off, clearly overwhelmed.
You stare at him for a second longer before you start laughing, not to be mean, but simply because you were surprised. The look you gave him after made Chopper feel warm and cared for.
“Well,” you say, stepping a little closer, “that’s a fair dilemma.”
He huffs, ears drooping slightly. “It is!”
You glance between the two doors, then back at him.
“…Alright.” A small shrug. “Go ahead and use the women’s.”
His eyes widen. “Really?”
“Yeah,” you say easily. “I’ll stand out here.”
You gesture vaguely toward the hallway.
“Make sure no one bothers you.”
“…You’d do that?”
You give him a small smile. “Of course.”
A few minutes pass as you lean lightly against the wall, arms crossed, listening to the distant noise of the tavern filtering back in. It’s almost peaceful. Almost.
Inside, there’s the faint sound of movement, a bit of fumbling—
and then—
“Um, thank you again!” Chopper calls through the door.
You huff out a small laugh. “You’re welcome.”
There’s a pause before he continues softly.
“You’re really nice.”
Something in your chest softens. “Don’t get used to it,” you tease lightly.
“…Too late,” he mutters.
The door creaks open, and Chopper steps out, looking noticeably less stressed.
“See?” you say, pushing off the wall. “Crisis handled.”
He nods quickly. “Yeah! Thank you, I—”
He stops and so do you, because now you hear it. Not the usual tavern noise, buy something sharper.
A raised voice, hen another angrier. Your brows knit slightly, concerned about what you’re going to find outside those doors.
“…Do you hear that?”
Chopper’s ears twitch. “…Yeah.”
Suddenly there was a crash and the sound of glass shattering loud enough to echo down the halloway, causing your stomach to drop.
“That—”
“—wasn’t good,” Chopper finishes.
You glance at him., then toward the main room, then back at him.
“…I should probably—”
“I should check on them,” he says immediately.
Of course he does, you sigh softly.
“Yeah, come on.”
You round the corner together and step right into tension. The tavern has changed completely. People have backed away from the center of the room, forming a loose circle around the source of the noise.
A table lies overturned, shards of glass scatter across the floor, and at the center stood the man from the bar earlier and a group of other people, facing off against a group of men you recognize all too well.
Management.
Your stomach sinks.
“…Oh, that’s not good,” you murmur.
Because this? This isn’t just a misunderstanding. This is about to become a problem, a big one.
Chopper shifts beside you. “They’re gonna get in trouble.”
You exhale slowly, already thinking and calculating. “Yeah, probably.”
Your gaze sharpens slightly. “But maybe not for long.”
The air in the tavern has gone sharp, not loud or chaotic, but stretched thin, as if something was about to snap. From the edge of the crowd, you and Chopper watch as the circle tightens around them.
The Straw Hats, as Chopper calls them, stand at the center. While they’re seemingly still, it’s cleared they’re not relaxed, not even close. Tension radiated through their bodies, clear that one wrong move and this tentative peace we’ve found ourselves in will be over quickly.
A familiar figure steps out from the kitchen, Sanji. He’s wiping his hands slowly, methodically, like he’s finishing one task before stepping into another. His gaze sweeps the room once, clearly assessing and calculating.
Then it lands on you, then Chopper, then back to you, just for a second, long enough to give a small shake of his head. Subtke and deliberate, a clear message for both of you to stay back and out the way.
“Got a problem?” a voice sneers, grabbing your attention back.
Chase, of course it’s him. He’s one of the leading trouble causers in the town, but since his family is rich and helps funds a majority of the projects, no one ever wants to make a clear stance against him, leading Chase to think he can handle anyone.
He’s currently leaning too close to the crew, coming across as overally aggressive, and way too comfortable with getting in someone’s space.
Specifically, Roronoa Zoro.
You understand Chase’s facination, seeing the man carry around three swords is a clear indicator as to who he is. And to stand up to an infamous man like that and live to tell the tale would be an incredible and impossible desire for Chase to give up on.
Zoro hasn’t moved, not an inch. However, his presence has changed. His hand rests near his sword now, loose and ready.
Chase must not have noticed, or maybe he does, and thinks it’s a game.
“I said,” Chase continues, louder now, “you don’t just walk in here, cause trouble, and think you can leave without paying for it.”
Behind him, voices layer in. Snide comments toward Nami, a laugh directed at Robin, both dismissive smf disrespectful, clearlywrong.
While Luffy no longer looks angry, he’s also still not smiling, and yet that makes it worse.
Sanji steps into place beside them, rolling his shoulders once as he loosens his tie, slow and controlled.
“Oi,” he says, voice low. “You’re getting a bit too comfortable.”
Chase scoffs. “And who the hell are you supposed to be?”
Sanji’s expression doesn’t change, but the air around him does.
Zoro’s fingers tighten, just slightly, but enough to tell you that whatever patience they have is quick to run out.
You exhale, before nodding slowly to yourself.
“Yeah,” you murmur under your breath. “This is about to get bad.”
Chopper shifts beside you. “They’re gonna fight—”
“I know.”
And that’s exactly the problem. Because if they do, it blows beyong just a tavern fight, a becomes a whole town problem, and there’s really no need for all of that. Not when you’ve worked so hard to not have attention be brought around you.
So before it happens, before the first swing, before the first blade leaves its sheath, bou move. You slip between bodies, through tension, into the center like you belong there, because you do.
And then, without any further thought, you place yourself between them; management and the crew, making sure to face management head-on, surprisingly, giving your back to these pirates you’ve never fully met.
There’s a shift immediately, while subtle, it was all the more real. Behind you, something in all of them stills. Not because the threat is gone, but because now, you’re there. Attempting to be their savior, and recklessly gave them your back without looking at them once to check, because for some reason, you didn’t feel like you needed to.
Your attention is on Chase.
“Wow,” you say lightly, glancing at the broken glass, the overturned table. “You’re really committing to the drama tonight, huh?”
He blinks, thrown off, before his face morphs into a scowl again.
“Stay out of this,” he snaps.
You tilt your head slightly. “Mm. I would.”
A brief pause before you continue, “But you’re making it everyone’s problem.”
A couple of people nearby shift, listening now, watching a scene between this well known high-born citizen, and this seemingly random girl.
You step just slightly to the side, subtle and controlled, positioning yourself so you’re not blocking the crew completely, but still in the middle, the focus. Your mind is running fast as you shift through tons of informations bits you’ve gleamed by listening around town to be able to turn this situation around fast.
“Let’s think this through,” you continue, voice calm, easy. “You’ve got a full tavern, a paying crowd, and a reputation you barely manage to keep as it is.”
A flicker crosses Chase’s face, and there it is, your glowing sign. You press just slightly.
“If this turns into a full fight?” you add, gesturing lightly around the room, “chairs broken, people hurt, word spreads…”
A small shrug.
“…That’s bad for business. Especially if the Marines need to get involved.”
Murmurs ripple outward in agreement, and discontent at the thought of Marines coming to your island. While your island is relatively small and filled with lovely citizens, known as the perfect shopping and trading center, there are still the seedier parts of town that thrive and actually help support the town’s economy. And it needs the Marines to stay far away to keep the businesses going, as well as anyone who potentially harms that business is seen as a traitor to the town.
Behind you, a flurry of actions and emotions passes through each of the present members. Zoro doesn’t move, but his grip loosens, just a fraction as he watches you charm the crowd and their opponents into your wishes.
Sanji’s gaze drops briefly to you, admiring your stance and your fierce bravery in the way you’ve placed yourself between them without hesitation or fear. But as much as there is attraction and appreciation, there is a small part of him that is frustrated that you didn’t listen to his earlier warning to stay away from danger. To have you risk your life for them, for him, and potentially get injured? He could never live with himself with that.
Chase exhales sharply, seemingly unwilling to let go of this potential new challenge, regardless of the negative consequences sure to come his way if he continues down this path. “Then maybe they should’ve thought about that before—”
“Before what?” you cut in smoothly with a small smile, not at all sweet, but sharp and pointed, clear that you’re done playing around.
“Before sitting down? Ordering drinks? Existing?”
A couple of people laugh, quiet, but enough. You lean in just slightly, lowering your voice just enough so that others can’t hear, but that it still feels personal.
“Or is this about something else?”
A beat, before your gaze flicks, just briefly, to the staff behind him. To the kitchen, to the missing head chef, before back to him before briefly looking at the scratches that are on his hand. Clearly stating that you understand and are willing to call him out on it, without having to say it directly.
Chase’s jaw tightens, since he knows what you’re doing.
But more importantly, so does everyone else, as shown by the various whispers that start picking up around the room.
“…Clean it up,” you say lightly, gesturing to the mess. “Let them finish their drinks.”
A pause before you continue. “And we all pretend this didn’t happen.”
Silence.
Behind you, Luffy tilts his head slightly, equal parts interested and amused.
Robin watches you carefully, trying to understand you and your motives. Why would you stand up in defense for this crew that you know nothing about? What is it about you that makes you so willing to risk yourself in the defensive of others. She couldn’t figure you out, not yet, but she felt something in her come alive at this new puzzle that was placed all wrapped up beautifully infront of her.
Nami’s eyes narrow, not in suspicion, but in calculation. While she was appreciative of not being kicked out of another establishment, a sort of joke between the crew that has morphed to include an ‘incident free’ calendar that they just started three days ago. So while Nami was glad the streak was still on and alive, looking hopeful of reaching sometime of longevity this time around, she was cautious feeling that noone does a good deed like that without wanting or demanding something in return. And there is no way to ensure that what you ask for, it within the realm of positibility for either.rr
Sanji doesn’t look away, enamoured by the sight you make, taking charge in this situation and not giving up until you got your way, focused on your epic adventure.
And Zoro—
Zoro’s watching your back.
Chase exhales sharply through his nose before looking around and seeing the large crowd that had amassed during the conversation. Even someone as blind as him could recognize that the crowd was noot on his side, before finally stepping back.
“Fine, for now.”
The tension breaks, not completely, but enough that people start moving again, freely talking and breathing easily. You don’t turn around immediately, letting the moment settle and your heart beat slow down a bit. Then you glance back over your shoulder just slightly to tell the crew with the newly joined Chopper,
“Try not to start anything else.”
Casually, as if you didn’t just stop a fight and this is a normal everyday encounter for you to step in defense for total strangers.
Out of the corner of your eye you get a glimpse of your friends clearly searching for you, making you realize you have to go. With one last smile, you leave to join your friends and reassure them that you were fine.
Behind you, something has changed beyond the situation and the outcome they were expecting. You’ve grabbed their attention in one way or another, something you would learn would be dangerous. All because you took action, without question and without knowing them, seemingly following your blind instincts to protect.
Something a certain captain completely understands and approves of. Luffy grins, slow and bright, feeling certain that a type of adventure is in the air, and that it all has to do with you.
As if knowing what their captain was thinking, the remaining crew straightened up, feeling on the edge of something.
Zoro’s gaze lingers on your back as you walk away, steady and certain. His thoughts couldn’t help but circle back to the confident steps, the certrainty in your actions of what was the right move. A confidence like that is difficult to fake, especially in a high pressure situation like that, even more so between people of authority and unknown people like them. Zoro takes a look to the left and sees Robin already staring, a shared thought between them. They had to learn more about you.
Robin’s smile is soft, and slightly knowing. There’s something about you that draws her eye, something beyond your bravery that clearly captivated her crewmates. Something about you that felt vaguely familiar, but she just couldn’t remember how.
Sanji watches you go, something warm settling into something sharper. He lights another cigarette in an attempt to calm himself. Meeting you was an unexpected joy, and he felt something beyond his typical admiration for women with you. But you putting yourself in danger like that, makes his heart clench with an emotion he cannot yet name. He won’t let yourself be risked like that again.
Nami crosses her arms, thoughtful. You were quick on your feet, and obviously a smooth talker to be able to get the management off their backs, and the crowd onto their side. You’d be valuable, an asset. And Nami is certainly about advantages, especially when it could mean saving her nakamas in the future.
And Chopper, now on Zoro’s shoulders, looks at you walking away with quiet admiration.
She protected everyone…
A small, certain thought follows.
…We should keep them safe too. It’s only right.
‿︵‿ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ‿︵‿
By the time you and your friends spill out into the street, the tension from earlier is gone, and instead is replaced with laughter. It’s easy, bright and alive, enjoying the few moments you allow yourself to relax and enjoy the night, enjoy yourself.
“Did you see that?” one of your friends laughs, looping their arm through yours as you walk. “You just—“ she waved her hand in front of her casually as she continued, “walked in and fixed everything like it was nothing.”
You grin. “It wasn’t nothing, of course I was scared”
“Oh please,” another cuts in. “And what was that look you shared with the green-haired one?”
You blink. “What look?”
“The look,” she insists, nudging you.
“And the blond!” someone else adds. “Don’t think we didn’t catch that either.”
You roll your eyes, laughing. “You’re all dramatic.”
But you don’t deny it, not really. You’re not sure what to say about the connections you obviously felt with each man, but you weren’t ready to delve into that yet.
As you guys continue down to the next location, you can’t help but notice how the street is lively, lanterns glowing warm overhead as you make your way toward the next bar. Music drifts through the air, voices and movement blending into the perfect night, the air cool now that the sun is completely gone.
There was a loud noise that drew all of your attention across the street to see the same people you were thinking about gathered loosely near a food vendor. The captain stood at the front in mid-order, pointing enthusiastically at something on the grill while a man in overalls beside him nods along.
The rest are spread out nearby, relaxed, but not unaware, because the moment you step into view, they all notice, and something subtly shifts.
Postures straighten, attention sharpens but not in a guarded way, they were way to cautious to potentially scare you off by coming across tough in that way. They were sure to project an auro of open and interested as not to scare you off.
“Well, well,” one of your friends murmurs. “Looks like your admirers are back.”
You huff softly, but you’re already walking closer, a part of you excited that your paths cross this soon. Pirates are known to stop by the island, but they’re quick to leave, especially after an encounter like they had in the tavern. You’ve heard the stories of this crew, but to see their confidence in person is a completely different experience.
It’s Catburgular Nami who greets you first with a small smile, eyes sharp but warm. “I was wondering if we’d see you again,” she says.
You tilt your head slightly, returning the smile. “Same here.”
Her gaze flicks briefly to your friends, then back to you.
“You handled that situation earlier… very well.”
You shrug lightly. “Someone had to.”
A soft hum from beside you as the one known as Nico Robin steps in just slightly, her presence calm, composed, observant.
“You seem quite skilled at placing yourself exactly where you’re needed. That’s a healthy skill to have,” she says.
There’s something in her tone, not accusatory or even questioning, just noting, a bit of healthy curiosity.
You smile, just a little sharper this time. “Or maybe I just don’t like messes.”
Robin’s lips curve faintly. “An admirable trait.”
You’re aware of it then, the weight of their attention at a whole crew. Instead of feeling intimidated, a part of you feels relaxed in their prescence, despite knowing only tales and barely anything personal about them.
There’s a subtle shift of energy behind you, feeling warm, curious but focused, giving you just enough time to prepare for the upcoming conversation.
“Hey!”
You turn, and there he is, the famous Captain Monkey D. Luffy, grinning like he’s already decided something.
“I’m Luffy,” he says, like it’s the most important introduction in the world, as if there are people that don’t know about the Devil Fruit user.
You blink, then smile. “Yeah, I figured.”
He beams immediateky, unfiltered but no less certain, “I like you.”
Your friends snort behind you, amused by the various conversations you’re partaking in, something completely different from your normal routine. They care for you but know that you’re still tightly guarded. Seeing this group of people bring you such clear joy, made them beyond happy.
You laugh softly. “You don’t even know me.”
“Don’t need to,” he says easily.
And somehow, you believe him. The crew behind him shares some looks and laughter, familiar to the typical explaination from their captain, understanding that it’s a gut instinct.
The rest of the introductions blur into something warm and easy. Voices overlapping, laughter shared, the groups seemingly eaily blending together. Sanji reappears at your side at some point, offering food without asking, while Zoro lingers just close enough to be part of the conversation without saying much. Usopp jumps in and out with exaggerated stories as Chopper sticks near you more often than not.
It’s easy, almost too easy. So when you suggest, “Hey, we’re heading to another place—bar hopping. You should come.”
It doesn’t feel like a big decision, just a continuation.
Some of them exchange looks, quick, silent. then—
“Yeah!” Luffy says immediately.
And just like that, they join you.
‿︵‿ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ‿︵‿
The bar is louder than the last, dimmer and closer, the kind of place where conversations blur together and time slips your friends peel away toward the counter, chasing drinks and laughter.
Leaving you, standing there with them all surrounding you. The shift is immediate, while not visible, it was felt. They’re all closer now, not crowding, just determined to be in your atmosphere, present and focused.
Luffy, Sanji, Chopper and Nami are all immediately next to you, Zoro, Usopp and Robin sit opposite from you, completing a circle. Luffy leans forward slightly, his voice dropping in tone, clear that he’s serious and focused on this moment with you, and your answers. “Have you ever thought about being apart of a pirate crew?”
You blink, completely thrown by the question. “…What?”
He doesn’t laugh, and doesn’t brush it off. He leans in just a little, eyes steady. “Imagine it,” he says.
“Every day a new adventure. Somewhere you grow and challenge yourself and never have to settle.”
There’s something in his tone, something pulling and inviting, holding infinite promises for you, all under the premise if you would just leave with them.
“Where you can be free.”
“Be treasured,” Nami adds smoothly. You glance at her to find her gaze is steady, certain.
“Never doubting your value or purpose. Everyone on a pirate crew provides.”
“Be protected,” another voice follows, this time low and grounded. You don’t even have to look to know it’s Zoro. “Never worry about having to be the strongest or the smartest.” A pause. “Just… you.”
“Where you can be cared for,” Sanji says softly.
You meet his eyes, earnest and unwavering. “Loved.”
Your breath catches, just slightly.
“What would it take?” Luffy asks again.
And suddenly, it doesn’t feel like a casual question. It feels like something is waiting on your answer.
You’re quiet for a moment, thinking, running through the logistics of leaving this town. It was always the plan, you’ve probably stayed too long already. But to leave like this?
“Well…” You sigh softly, tilting your head. “For how long?”
A small shrug. “I could do a overnight trip, or a quick adventure. The store can be closed for that long.”
A faint laugh. “But to leave forever?”
You trail off, thinking.
You don’t see it, the way their expressions shift subtly and quickly.
Your gaze drifts instead, to your friends over at the bar, laughing and waiting for their oder. You smile, soft and fond, smile only growing once your friends make eye contact with you. Their faces light up and they wave over to you joyfully.
You wave, enjoying this moment. And that’s your answer.
“Well,” you say quietly, turning back. “I’d miss my friends.”
A small breath.
“And I’d worry about them.”
Honest, simple, and real.
“I’d need them to say it’s okay for me to go, before I could join anyone forever.”
Silence, not empty and not awkward. Just, still.
Because you don’t notice the way something settles over the group. Not heavy or obviously, but decided.
Luffy smiles, slow but happy at the answer. “Okay.”
And just like that, you’ve set the terms, and they’ve already accepted them.
Luffy watches you turn back toward your friends, thoughful and content. That’s easy.
Nami’s gaze follows yours, calculating. They just need reassurance, that’s something they can provide for you in spades.
Sanji’s jaw tightens slightly, his eyes soft but focused. We can give them that.
Zoro exhales quietly, already done thinking about it. Then we’ll make it happen.
And you just smile, unaware of the way your future is slowly but surely changing.
a/n: happy birthday to me! this idea appeared in my head and has not left me alone, so i've written this. while this is not my normal dc content, i figured i should be allowed to post what i want today! this is my first time diving into writing one piece and this idea has hit me and i must write it! so i hope you enjoyed it, and sorry if they’re ooc!
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