#opla x reader

[sludgewolf]

I don't have the energy to write it rn but your first fight with Sanji totally was about you enjoying oregano in your food

And he cried after

[galaxywonu]

One Piece Live Action Masterlist

Navi

🪐 Platonic

Nothing yet..

🪐 Nami

Nothing yet..

🪐 Roronoa Zoro

Nothing yet..

🪐 Vinsmoke Sanji

Nothing yet..

🪐 Nico Robin

Nothing yet..

🪐 Usopp

Nothing yet..

[luaffy]

ᯓ a ray of sun amidst the clouds ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗

-> luffy/reader

you're in a bad mood and luffy comes to the rescue.

a/n: another reupload since i moved blogs. it's short and might be a little ooc, i think i'm not the greatest at characterization, but still i don't hate this entirely

read on ao3 | wc: 552 | divider by strangergraphics

Sat on the deck's grassy floor, leaning on the walls of the Sunny, your mood had taken a downturn. The sun had begun to set now, but the sky and the breeze at this time of day were like a comforting embrace when you felt like this. Just like…

"(Y/N)! Why are you sitting there?" Luffy had walked into your line of vision before you even noticed he was close. Your name had been called out with a smile on his face, which then shifted into a semi-confused expression, hands on his hips.

"Just getting some air."

"I see…" He mumbled, and then… "Well, I'll sit with you, then!"

You gave him a small, pursed-lips smile, which he reciprocated with that big, toothy smile of his while he flopped down next to you in his usual carefree manner. He sprawled his legs in front of him, and supported his weight behind him with his arms.

The sudden company of your captain was comforting too, but in your sulking you lacked ideas for conversation, while simultaneously dreading the topic shifting to your feelings. Your eyes traveled from his beaming face to your fingers that you were fidgeting with. You silently hoped and waited for him to speak about anything.

A few long seconds passed in which you felt him watching you. With the way he is, you fear he's seen through you.

And with the way he is, you fear he'll wait for you to say something, too.

In vain, you let some more seconds pass in the hopes that you're wrong and that he'll be the first to break the silence. When nothing changes, you slowly drag up your knees and bury your face in them, to make speaking easier.

"Luffy," you started, voice trembling a little. "Can I just lean on you for a bit?"

In the span of a second you feel him placing his hat on your head and pull you towards his chest. Your ear is directly on top of his steady heartbeat, and his arms tighten around you. One of his hands caresses your arm gently, as you let yourself melt into his embrace.

"Of course." It's said assuredly, almost a certain pride in his voice. This tone is on the rarer side when coming from your captain, but you've heard it before — you've taken it to signify a certain protective feeling towards those he cares about. Though you can't see his face from this angle, you can imagine the frown on his face. "What happened?"

"Nothing really happened. I've just been thinking about some bad things," you confessed.

He hummed in thought for a few moments.

"Then, what about thinking about something else?" The suggestion, coming after some pondering, sounded as if he had come across a genius solution. "We could go to the kitchen and steal some food from Sanji!"

You snorted, removing yourself from his chest and looking at him, who was already beaming at you, as if he had achieved something. "Of course you would want to do that!"

"Yeah! Let's go!" He got up abruptly, pushing you up with him, and, with your hand in his, ran towards the kitchen.

Somehow, like the sun that still shines through on a cloudy day, he has already replaced your heartache with something brighter.

[no-fucks-left-in-inventory]

Sir Croc does not play around about his yapper partner. When you're sitting on his lap during a meeting and cut someone off every few minutes to tell him something that popped into your head he will make sure everyone stays quiet until you're done. If someone so much as dares to mutter about it he's not above slicing them.

[theearthkeepsspinning]

Hiii how are youuu hope you’re doing well! I loveee how you wrote sanji the the obsessive!sanji fic. IT FITS HIM. I would love to see moreee please(๑>◡<๑)

obsessive! sanji headcannons

[x reader (obv)]

a/n: first time trying hcs, idk if this is how it works. anywhooo, i hope you like it!! this might be a bit lazy which im very sorry for but im still trying out this new genre while also actively losing my motivation in writing abt one piece for now 😭 also yes!! im doing well these days aside from being super stressed with projects haha, im glad you liked the fics :)

tw: toxic, mentions of stalking, sh (to some extent)

ps: i have seen all of yalls teach me a lesson requests, they are currently in progress <3

Sanji has always been in love with his girlfriend. Yes, he may have once felt an attraction to other women prior to you but since the day he met you, he became a faithful man.

He was a desperate man knelt at your altar, a needy devotee begging for a mere morsel of your attention.

It had started to become concerning to those who witnessed his affection. It was lovey-dovey at first and they'd noticed his clinginess earlier but they left it up to it being "the honeymoon phase" of your relationship, however, they were also quick to notice that this phase seemed to never end.

He would grow agitated whenever you weren't around, unable to follow the recipes he could usually create with his eyes blindfolded. He could hardly breathe, let alone have his hands function properly.

The only thing he never failed in making was your favorite meal.

It was a cultural dish. He hadn't ever heard of it before until you mentioned it in a passing conversation. Since then, Sanji had lost his mind trying to recreate it to perfection.

When he finally did, he saw the delight on your face. He felt like his sleepless nights had actually amounted to something.

Sanji, who after an argument, would bang his head into the wall of his room multiple times. He'd curse himself out, make self-deprecating comments, cry to himself, before finally composing himself enough to apologize first regardless of whether it was his fault or not.

His life had no purpose if you were angry at him. Everything he'd lived for would amount to nothing.

He never let you talk to people for more than thirty minutes. He said they were trying to steal you from him, trying to be more likeable than him.

Sanji, who most definitely has a secret shrine of pictures he took of you, with and without your knowledge. Pictures of you from every angle, every dress you'd ever worn, every jewellery you wore, every meal you'd ate, everything you owned. He had a place completely hidden away beneath the wooden planks of the ship where he stored his deepest desires in a journal, the cover of it being a photo of you with sketched hearts surrounding your face.

Sanji, who expected you to listen to his every whim, and would secretly 'punish' you if you didn't. He'd once told you to cut off Luffy entirely and stop talking to him but you'd refused, obviously, because he was not only your captain but a close friend as well.

The next day, your favorite watch was somehow broken in half. He pretended to not know anything, until he saw how upset you seemed. He couldn't bear to see his precious angel cry because of him.

So he got you a new one. He never told you that he'd broken the old one, but he played the part of the saint who had so graciously paid to replace the watch. You thanked him and he managed to convince you to stop talking to Luffy in exchange for it.

You never knew he'd been the one to break everything you loved solely for the purpose of making you listen to him, you only knew how kind he was to replace them all.

Sanji cannot live without you. He cannot even fathom a universe where the two of you are not side-by-side, bound to get married whether you wanted to or not.

Because if there did exist a universe where the two of you never existed within each other's presence, he would still hunt you down. He would still find you and love you, and he'd make sure you loved him too.

[strawhatbuuny]

𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 (One piece LA x Reader)

𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗2

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 4

(Y/n)…just (y/n),she has no last name,why? Because she can't remember it, in fact this young girl can't remember much of anything ,all she knows is that she washed up on the shores of windmill village, with the clothes in her back, a satchel with an unopenable little metal box , a washed up note book with a message and a gorgeous parasol

And now the amnesiac girl is seeking her forgotten dreams with a curly headed boy in a straw hat that will become the king of the pirates

Or

In wich a weird band of pirates set of together to the grand line, in hopes that they'll all some day full fill their greatest dreams no matter how different they may be

[fragmentedgrimoire]

haunted by a karmic relationship || one piece x reader { soulmate au I}

featuring sanji, nami, shanks, buggy, crocodile

tags: pre-established relationship, fem!reader, opla, slight angst, soul ties au, soulmates au, past toxic relationships, past emotional trauma and neglect, sleep token lyrics, partial song fic

Sanji

"—I come as a blade, a sacred guardian, so you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood-...- " — Chokehold. 

That is how it felt to be with them. He never expected to be free of that relationship that tested him so. One that seeks out cruel advantages and only what he could provide for them. Never his wishes, never his hopes and dreams, never what he wishes for.  Only what could he do for them. Be for them. And how much would they take of him... Would his cup ever be full again? A bitter laugh escapes him as he wipes his eyes with the back of his sleeve.

...Tug, tug.

There it is again. The phantom tugging against his ring finger. You're near again, aren't you, amour? Somewhere near that he can feel the gentle tugging of your soul bond. Guiding him in silence and willing him to hope. Hope he thinks he does not deserve. Yet, as it always does, it brings tears to his tired eyes. He lay in his bed, curled in on himself, a longing so achingly dreadful in his heart. Please, he wishes to beg, to sob down your shared bond. Please come and find me soon. 

Nami

"I am the shadow, you're a passenger

I am the intake of breath so sharp and I know you better

Just want to know you better, If you want to give

Then give me all that you can give

All your darkest impulses and if

You want to give me anything then give

Give in again.." -- Give

Finding herself once more staring down in at her left hand, her blue eyes trace the small design inked on the appendage. There, as it always has, just above the knuckle on her palm was a small eight-pointed star that was mysteriously like the needle on a compass. It seemed fate worked in more ways than one.

Fondly, her fingers run over the mark in an affectionate gesture. A pleasant thrum echoes in her chest. Were you looking at your mark, too? Reserved only for those stolen, quiet moments alone at night. She wasn't ashamed of her soul mark. Far from it. The karmic relationship she had been in years ago had nearly killed her. Peace was all she sought these days. She hopes she gets to meet the bearer of the matching mark. After all, destined souls always come in pairs, right?

Shanks

"I know, I know, the way that it goes... You get what you give, you reap what you sow. And I can see you in my fate-- I know, I know, I am what I am the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb. So darling, will you saturate?—" -- Rain

Years. It's been years since that dreadful relationship. Why does it haunt him like a restless ghoul? 

Nausea sloshes around in his empty belly as Shanks sits upright in his hammock, willing it not to swing back and forth lest it makes him vomit his last dinner-- a bottle of the most splendid rum.

A phantom caress prickles the back of his neck, Shanks smiles. Despite having never heard you speak yet he can already hear your soft, "Are you alright?", in his ear. Clasping his hand over his wrist, he squeezes tightly. His soul mark thrums warmly under his palm. "I'm alright, sweet pea. Y'really know how to keep a guy waitin', huh?" He chuckles softly and without malice. 

Fatigue settles in his veins as Shanks lay prone across the hammock once more. His eyes drift upwards to that big, opalescent moon, and he hopes you're looking up tonight too. 

Buggy

"I'm caught up on the person I tried to turn myself into for you

Someone who didn't mind the push-pull parlour games

Someone who wasn't always cryin' on the journey back

Someone who didn't feel the low blows either way

Thought I was waiting for you, when all along

It was you with the countdown kill switch

And it was me with the blindfold on

And I was trying my best, and that's the thing I tell the mirror

I was in love with the thought that we were in love with each other" -- Gethsemane

Buggy knows whatever had transpired in the past with that particular lecherous person wasn't a relationship. It never was. It wasn't warm, or soft, or romantic. It wasn't intimacy; it was convenience. It most certainly wasn't love. But oh, how he mourned afterwards. It was a nightmare lingering too close to waking. Stuck between a pleasant thought and a deliriously silly daydream. 

That person hadn't loved him. They'd shared nothing but a few kisses, and it was hook, line, and sinker. He had thought they truly cared for him. Oh, how wrong he was. It took Buggy quite some time to feel right again. 

About two years later, his soul mark appeared. To be honest, he has no frickin clue what it's meant to be. Like one of those numbskulls who ponder how abstract art 'makes you think' and it's literally just a blank canvas. 

Right on schedule he can feel warmth ripple up his arm, over the small mark brandished on his skin. Buggy immediately breaks into a wide grin. "Heya, there, spotlight." He speaks quietly. He'd never hear the end of it from his crew in they caught him, but Buggy also really didn't care if they did. Absentmindedly, his gloved thumb strokes along the mark. Wherever you are, he wants to find you. It's not fair to be apart from one's soulmate, y'know?

Crocodile 

"Are you carbide on my nano? Red glass on my lightbulb

 Dark light on my culture, sapphire on my white gold

Burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents

My blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens

It's midnight in my mind's eye, drowning out the daylight

Godspeed to my enemies who've been askin' for that call sign

You know the behaviour, canines of the saviour

Glory to the legion, trauma for the neighbours" — Emergence 

Yet another night he retires to his bed with an insufferable, blasted migraine. The ash from his cigar tastes acrid on his tongue. Nauseating and dreadful. Pain blooms across his shoulder blades and trembles down the arm that bears his hook. His tired gold eyes linger on the stump. If he thinks hard enough, he can almost feel the fingers that no longer exist flex. On an invisible finger, he can still feel the gentle tug down the shared bond and in his ribcage. A smirk curls his lips.

"Are you there, mouse?" Crocodile calls out quietly into the night. Pouring himself another ambered whiskey into a crystal glass. "Somewhere where even my might cannot reach? Providing comfort from afar?" Another tug makes his smirk soften thinly into a faint smile. You can feel his pain. You're checking in on him. 

Crocodile lowers his head. "I am alright. Just... Unfavorable past memories, dear one. Find me soon, won't you?" 

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[huxs-waifu]

Really low day. Honestly feel like might do something to myself.

Some long x reader fics please 🙏

One piece (mihawk, shanks, buggy, crocodile) but have deleved back into marvel and star wars recently