Hii I don’t know if you take requests currently but I really like your writing style, so I thought 23. Limejuice would be nice f.reader. Thanks a lot and I hope to read more from ur amazing works
Ok so very first work with Lime ! It was hard to find the idea because we know so little of him... and yet, once I got started, it went smoothly ! - Lara
Scenario 23 : pick-up line "okay so sleeping it off didn't work. let me consult my list. hypnotism, no. meditation, certainly not. well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with you."
Limejuice x Female!Reader // Words : 950 // no beta reading
The blond pirate was reaching his limits. He’s been at it for almost a year now, since your arrival within the Red pirates.
At that time, Limejuice was like every other pirate. He would have a drink at any hour of the day, visit brothels whenever he desired and never overthink. He was simply living his life as carelessly as his officer functions allow him. That is until you incorporated the crew a year ago.
Your easy-going personality, growing strength and little reputations amongst hunters charmed Shanks that immediately proposed you to become one of them. One of the only women of the Red pirates. Not that you minded. You easily befriended everyone, particularly the small community of women, and Limejuice.
No one saw it coming. Or they did. The core of the Reds has watched the younger officer getting close to you; it was no surprise, Limejuice always had a thing for the pretty ladies. And they always willingly fell in his arms one day or another. However, what they didn’t see coming was that nothing happened.
“But you went to the bar with her yesterday, right?
- Didn’t you hook up after that?”
Shanks and Yasopp were the ones who asked the most questions every time they noticed you had spent alone time with Limejuice. He just shook his head, as astonished as his friends were.
As time passed, Limejuice understood that if he hadn’t gone as far as he originally planned, it wasn’t because he couldn’t but because he didn’t want to. Don’t misinterpret: Limejuice wanted to get laid with you, it was something established from the beginning and known of his acquaintances. What wasn’t and was somehow freaking him out was that he didn’t want you to be another one of his one-nightstand or a regular partner… he wanted you to remain by his side. And that desire – as terrifying as it sounded – was new to him.
Yet, despite his fright, he kept on spending all that quality time by your side. As hard as it was for him. Since he never talked about his inner fight to his closest crewmates, they just believed Limejuice had made a true friend out of you without ulterior motive. Somehow, they weren’t wrong. You had become close friends, and he wasn’t planning on moving on your relationship further.
Weeks, then months flashed before your eyes, as Limejuice’s feelings grew stronger. He would have preferred to see them vanish though. But how could they? You were awesome. Even your flaws became benedictions to his eyes.
He was once more looking at your reflection in the mirror. You were brushing his hair to braid it, something he hadn’t let be done by someone else than himself since his sweet mother when he was a child. You were casually sharing him conversations you were reported or overheard on the ship. Even if he was truly interested in your stories, he knew he would have hanged on your every word were you reading him the encyclopaedia. Once again, he wasn’t impartial when it comes to you.
“Okay.”
Limejuice had just you in the middle of your sentence and turned around abruptly. Since you were seated in a chair and him on the floor before you, he used your knees to rest his arms on and looked up at you.
“So, sleeping it off didn’t work. Let me consult my list.”
He gazed down at one of his palms and pretended to read something that was supposedly written on it.
“Hypnotism, no. Meditation, certainly not.”
He looked up once again and dove his eyes into your lost ones. You shook your head barely enough for him to notice. He sighed and pressed his face on your tights. Even though his voice was muffled, you could still hear his words distinctly.
“Well… something has to work. Because I simply cannot be in love with you.”
A gap. Neither of you dared to talk for a few seconds but what felt like an hour. Limejuice seemed decided not to move a limb. You couldn’t guess he was praying to just disappear from earth suddenly.
“Is that… such a burden to love me?”
His eyes opened widely. He stood up on his knees and grabbed your hands in his.
“No!... Quite the contrary.
- Then why would you want to fall out of love with me?
- Because…” He was visibly looking for his words and you gave him the time he needed to find them. “Because I crave your presence whenever you’re not there. Yet I feel sore whenever you are.
- Why?
- Because the more I spend time with you, the more I love you and the more painful it is to not be able to touch you, to take you in my arms or… to kiss you.”
It was the first time Limejuice was able to express his feelings so clearly. He had no regret he did it out loud in front of you.
When he felt you move under his hands, he stepped back a little, wondering if you could possibly leave him alone in this room. But you did nothing of it, sliding from your chair, in front of him and threw yourself in his chest. Your arms wrapped around warmly around him.
“I’ve longed for you too, Lime. I’m sorry you had to suffer while I was gathering my courage to tell you how much I love you.”
The moments your eyes then your lips met, he knew he would willingly go through all of this again just to feel your sweet mouth on his once more; even when your hand at the back of his head, grabbing lightly on his long strands of gold, told him it won’t be the last kiss you would be sharing that day.
