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Anon: Yandere Hc’s for the Strawhat Pirates (Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Chopper, Robin, Franky, Brook)?

Little information that Chopper and Brook are to be read as only platonic as I will not write anything romantic for them. Chopper for hopefully OBVIOUS reasons and Brook because… well, personally I do not see myself attracted to a skeleton.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, manipulation, guilt-tripping, paranoia, overprotective behavior, stalking, threats, violence, abduction

Tags: @ladydoe8

⤷ no version of me, monkey d. luffy (2)

— In which, his love has always been too big for you to escape.

darkish!monkey d. luffy x fem!reader

— cw; mdni, unhealthy relationship dynamics, established relationship, suggestive content, sexual tension, underlying possessiveness, talk abt g5, obsession, fear, big on emotional dependency, intimacy ♡

— a/n; this is so self-indulgent, couldn't help it (╹◡╹)

↪︎ part 1 (can be read separately ig)

The first time Luffy touched you after Gear 5, you almost flinched, not because he was rough—Luffy had never been rough with you, not really, not in the way that left bruises you hadn't asked for and couldn't explain, but because he was gentle, and the gentleness felt wrong in a way you couldn't name, wrong in a way that made your skin prickle and your breath catch and your heart stutter against your ribs like it was trying to escape.

His fingers slid lazily beneath your jaw, calloused pads pressing against the soft hollow where your pulse lived, frantic and betraying everything you were trying to hide, and the touch was so light, so careful, so achingly deliberate that it made something deep in your stomach clench with a need you didn't want to acknowledge.

Moonlight spilled silver across the deck of the Thousand Sunny, painting everything in shades of blue and white and shadow, and somewhere below deck the crew slept peacefully, unaware that up here, in the quiet dark, their captain was tracing the line of your jaw like he was memorising the shape it. They had fallen asleep hours ago, their laughter and shouting and drunken celebration fading into the kind of quiet that only came after victory, the exhausted, satisfied silence of people who had survived something they probably shouldn't have. Below deck, you could hear the faint creak of hammocks, the distant murmur of Zoro's snoring, the soft shift of Nami turning in her sleep.

But up here, on the deck, with the stars scattered above you and the ocean stretching endlessly in every direction, there was only you and Luffy.

Only ever you and Luffy.

Even after transforming back, after the white hair darkened to black, after the red eyes softened to brown, after the clouds around his neck dissolved into nothing and the drums faded to a memory, traces of Gear 5 still clung to Luffy. The edges of him felt wrong somehow, uncontained, like his body had remembered something ancient during those hours and forgotten, in the hours since, how to fully become human again. His movements were looser than usual, his limbs stretching a fraction too far when he reached for things, his laugh echoing a beat too long in the quiet air. He looked like Luffy, same straw hat, same scarred chest, same stupid grin, but he felt different. Like looking at a familiar shoreline and realizing the tide had come in further than it should have.

"You're staring," he murmured, and his voice was lower than usual, rougher at the edges, like he'd been laughing for hours or screaming, and the sound of it sent a shiver down your spine that settled low in your belly and stayed there, warm and insistent.

Your throat tightened around words you couldn't find, couldn't form, couldn't force past the sudden dryness in your mouth. "I'm thinking," you managed, and your voice came out breathier than you wanted.

Luffy grinned, that slow, lazy grin that had always made your stomach flip and your thighs press together, the grin that had been devastating when he was twelve and was absolutely lethal now, now that you knew what those lips felt like against your skin, now that you knew how his hands could hold you, now that you knew the weight of him pressing you into the mattress on nights when the sea was rough and the crew was asleep and the only sounds were your breathing and his and the distant creak of the ship. "You do that too much," he pouted, and his thumb brushed slowly across your cheek.

You hated how your body softened beneath his touch automatically, the way your shoulders dropped and your breath slowed and your eyes fluttered half-closed before you could stop yourself. It was like your muscles had memorized him, learned to unclench at the feel of his skin against yours, learned to open and welcome and need in ways that embarrassed you when you thought about them later, in the cold light of morning, when his touch wasn't there to justify the reaction.

Luffy noticed, of course he noticed. Luffy noticed everything about you, had always noticed everything about you, even when you wished he wouldn't, even when you tried to hide, even when you turned your face away and pretended not to feel the weight of his gaze. The grin tugging at his mouth widened faintly, and something in his dark eyes flickered with satisfaction.

"There you are," he said, soft and certain, and the words settled heavily in your stomach, because he'd been waiting for you to stop resisting something, hadn't he? Watching you tense and relax and tense again, watching you fight against the pull of him, waiting patiently for the moment you gave up and let yourself be his, let yourself fall into the gravity that had been pulling at you since childhood.

You turned your face slightly, trying to escape the unbearable intensity of his gaze, but his hand followed, palm curving along your jaw, fingers threading into your hair, thumb resting at the corner of your mouth like he was testing whether you'd pull away or lean in, like he was giving you a choice even though you both knew what you'd choose.

"Don't do that," you whispered, and your voice cracked on the last word, betraying you.

"Do what?"

"Look at me like that."

He tilted his head, genuinely curious, genuinely confused, and the moonlight caught his eyes and made them look darker than they should have been. "Like what?" he asked, and you could hear in his voice that he wasn't being difficult, he genuinely didn't understand what he was doing, didn't understand that the way he looked at you made your breath stutter, didn't understand that his attention felt like a physical thing, like hands on your skin, like something that could push you over the edge if he looked too long.

"Like you already know what I'm going to say before I say it," you managed to say.

Luffy's grin softened into something smaller, more private, a smile you were fairly certain he'd never given anyone else.

"That's 'cause I do," he said, and his thumb traced the shape of your lower lip as he spoke, feather-light, barely there, but you felt it everywhere, in your throat, in your stomach, in the place between your legs that ached suddenly and without permission.

You'd known Luffy your whole life, had grown up beside him, fought beside him, nearly died beside him, had held him while he bled and watched him rise when he should have stayed down and loved him through every stupid, impossible, glorious moment of his journey, but you'd never seen him like this, this quiet, this focused, this utterly absorbed in the act of touching you like you were something precious and terrifying and his, like the rest of the world had fallen away and left only the two of you.

"You got scared today," he said suddenly, and the words weren't accusatory or judgmental, just curious.

You looked away, unable to hold his gaze any longer, and the shame burned in your cheeks and your throat and your chest. "Yes," you whispered.

Luffy hummed quietly, a low sound that vibrated through his chest and into your hand where it rested against his shirt, and you could feel the heat of him through the fabric, the impossible warmth that had been there since Gear 5, since the drums had started beating, since he'd become something more than human and then come back to you. He wasn't upset, you could tell, could read him the way you'd always been able to read him, in the set of his shoulders and the tilt of his head and the way his thumb kept moving against your skin, but he was thinking, processing something behind those dark eyes that you couldn't quite read, something that made the air between you feel heavier, charged.

Then: "I didn't like that."

Something cold slid down your spine, slow and deliberate, and your pulse stumbled against his thumb where it still pressed against your jaw, and you felt it everywhere, a prickling at the back of your neck, a tightening in your chest, a clenching deep in your belly that was half fear and half something else, something hotter, something that made your skin burn and your breath come faster.

"Which part?" you asked, and your voice came out steadier than you felt, steadier than you had any right to be. "The part where I got scared, or the part where you scared me?"

"I didn't like that you were scared of me."

His grip tightened slightly beneath your jaw, not enough to hurt, not even enough to bruise, just enough to remind you that he could, that his hands were strong enough to break bones and bend steel and reshape the world according to his will, and that he was choosing, consciously or not, to hold you like you were made of glass, like you were the most fragile and precious thing he'd ever touched.

Your breath caught in your throat, a sharp inhale that made your chest press against his, and Luffy felt it, you could see him feel it, the way his eyes dropped to your parted lips, the way his tongue wet his own mouth unconsciously, the way his body shifted closer like he was following some primal instinct he didn't fully understand.

There it was again: that subtle shift in him, not anger or cruelty but something deeper, something territorial and hungry and patient in a way that Luffy had never been patient about anything except you. As if your fear itself offended him, not because he wanted you to be unafraid of everything, but because he wanted to be the reason you felt safe, even when he was the thing you were scared of, even when his eyes flickered red and the drums started playing and the whole world held its breath.

Luffy moved between your knees before you fully realized what he was doing, his thighs pressing against the inside of yours, the rough fabric of his shorts dragging against your bare legs, and his hands settled on the railing on either side of your hips. He wasn't holding you, he wasn't even touching you, not really, not where it mattered, not where you ached, but the position made your breath stutter anyway, made your heart hammer against your ribs, because his face was suddenly right there, close enough to kiss, close enough that you could count his eyelashes and see the scar underneath his eye and feel the warmth radiating off his skin in waves that made your own skin flush and your nipples tighten against your shirt.

The position should have felt innocent, he was just standing closer, just looking at you, just being Luffy in the way he'd always been Luffy, unaware of personal space, of boundaries, unaware of the way his presence made it hard to breathe, but it didn't feel innocent. Not with the way he was looking at you now, dark eyes tracing the shape of your mouth like he was memorizing it, like he was imagining all the ways he could make you moan his name, not with the way his breath was warm against your lips, not with the way his hands had settled on either side of you like unconscious restraint, not trapping, just making it obvious that you weren't going anywhere.

The distinction mattered less and less these days, you realized, the difference between a cage and gravity, between being held and being kept. One locked you in against your will, one simply made leaving feel impossible, but the end result was the same, wasn't it? You were here, between his knees, between his hands, between his heartbeats, and the idea of standing up and walking away had become so foreign that your body didn't even register it as an option anymore.

"You know I love you," Luffy said, and the words came easily from him, too easily, like breathing or laughing or reaching for meat without thinking. He'd never struggled to say it, had never been shy or hesitant or uncertain, had simply looked at you one day and said I love you the same way he'd said I'm going to be Pirate King, with absolute certainty and no awareness of how those words could shatter someone.

Your chest ached, a deep and familiar pain that lived somewhere behind your sternum and flared up whenever he looked at you like this. "I know," you whispered, and your voice cracked on the second word, and you hated how small you sounded, how vulnerable.

"I love you more than meat."

Despite everything, despite the fear curling in your stomach, despite the way your hands were trembling slightly where they rested on his chest, despite the drums you could still hear echoing in the back of your mind, a breathless, helpless laugh escaped you, because that was so Luffy, so perfectly and stupidly Luffy, that you couldn't help yourself.

As he watched you with those dark, bottomless eyes, his smile widened slowly, and he looked so happy that it made everything hurt worse.

But there was something else underneath the smile now, something that hadn't been there when you were children, a hunger, maybe, or just the weight of everything you'd survived together pressing down on both of you until the space between your bodies felt electric and dangerous and alive, humming with possibility, throbbing with need. His hands were still on the railing, still caging you in, but his body had shifted closer, had pressed against yours in ways that made your your hips shift and your thighs fall open wider, involuntarily, instinctively, making space for him, welcoming him, begging him without words.

The terrifying thing about Luffy's love, you'd learned over the years, was how completely it consumed him, his entire being, the whole of who he was. There was no part of him that held back, no corner of his heart that he kept reserved for himself, no wall or barrier or hesitation between what he felt and what he showed. When he loved you—and he did, he did, with every beat of his impossible heart—he loved you with his whole being, his whole attention, his whole self, in a way that left no room for anything else.

"You always come back to me," Luffy murmured, and the words weren't a question or a command or even a request, they were an observation.

Your breath caught instantly, your chest hitching against his palm where it still rested on your jaw, and your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding on, needing something solid to anchor yourself to because the ground beneath you felt like it was shifting, like the world was tilting, like gravity itself was pulling you toward him and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

The words weren't romantic tonight. They sounded inevitable, final.

"You say that like I belong to you," you whispered, and your voice cracked on the last word, betraying you in a way you couldn't hide.

Luffy blinked slowly, his lashes brushing against his cheeks in the moonlight, dark fans against tan skin, and when his eyes opened again, they were still brown, still warm, still his, but there was something flickering beneath the surface now, something that made your pulse skip and your face flush, something that felt like heat and hunger and the kind of patience that only predators possessed.

Then he smiled, soft and certain. It was devastating.

"You do," he said, and the world seemed to go still around you, everything pausing, everything waiting, watching to see what you would do next. Not because he sounded cruel or controlling, not because he was trying to claim ownership over you in the way that made your skin crawl and your instincts scream, but because he sounded like he was telling you that the sky was blue, that the ocean was wet, that the sun would rise in the morning and set in the evening.

A fact. An inevitability. Something so fundamental to the structure of reality itself that questioning it would be like questioning gravity, like questioning the drums that beat beneath his heart and, somewhere along the way, had started beating beneath yours too.

Your stomach twisted violently, a hot and painful clench that radiated outward through your thighs and up into your chest and down into your fingers where they curled against his shirt, and you could feel yourself growing wet between your legs, could feel the heat of it spreading through you, could feel your body responding to his words in ways you couldn't control, didn't want to control, didn't have the strength to fight anymore.

"That's—" you started, but the word died in your throat, because the truth of it hit you before you could stop it.

Because no matter how overwhelming Luffy became, no matter how many times he looked at you like you were the only real thing in a world made of rubber and laughter and impossible dreams, every path in your mind still curved back toward him eventually. Every decision, every thought, every breath you took, filtered through the lens of his existence. When you imagined the future, he was there. When you remembered the past, he was there too, a constant presence, a thread running through every memory, tying them together into something that looked, from a distance, like a life lived in his shadow.

And when you tried, when you really tried, when you sat alone in the dark and closed your eyes and attempted, with every fiber of your being, to imagine a version of yourself that existed separately from him, your brain went white and silent, because the image wouldn't form, couldn't form, as if your mind itself had accepted something that your heart was still fighting.

Luffy watched the realization cross your face—watched your eyes widen, watched your breath catch, watched your hands tremble against his chest—and his smile widened, slow and warm and happy, as though your inability to deny him made something bright and fierce unfurl inside his chest.

"You get it," he smiled, and his voice was softer now.

A chill raced down your spine, hot and cold at the same time, raising goosebumps on your arms. You hoped he couldn't see but you knew, with a certainty that made your stomach drop, that he could. He noticed everything. His awareness of you had expanded along with everything else, had become something almost supernatural in its intensity.

Luffy leaned down suddenly, pressing his forehead against yours, and the contact made your breath stutter and your eyes flutter half-closed because he was so close, warm and solid and real, his breath mingling with yours, his skin pressing against your skin, his presence filling every corner of your awareness until there was nothing else, just him and you and the space between you that was shrinking with every heartbeat.

"Tell me what you felt," he murmured, and his lips brushed against yours as he spoke, not a kiss, not quite, just the ghost of one, the promise of one, the threat of one hanging in the space between you. "When I changed. When I was the other me. Tell me what you felt."

Your voice barely worked, coming out as a whisper thin and shaky and raw. "I felt..scared."

He nodded slowly, his forehead still pressed against yours, his nose brushing against your cheek as he shifted. "And?" he pressed, and his voice was lower now, rougher, hungrier.

"And...I couldn't look away."

Luffy made a sound low in his throat, something pleased and hungry and barely restrained, something that vibrated through his chest and into yours and settled deep in your belly.

"What else?" he pressed, and his thumbs were moving now, tracing small circles against your hip bones through the fabric of your shorts, and your body was responding in ways you couldn't control, arching toward him without permission, thighs parting wider, hips lifting off the deck, hands gripping his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you from floating away entirely.

Your face burned with shame and want and the horrible, thrilling knowledge that he could see right through you, that he always had, that every secret you'd ever tried to keep from him had been an exercise in futility because Luffy had never needed you to tell him anything, he just knew, the way he knew which way the wind was blowing, the way he knew that you would always, always come back.

"I wanted—" you started, then stopped, because saying it out loud would make it real, and making it real felt like the point of no return.

Luffy pulled back just enough to look at you, just enough that his eyes could meet yours, and they were darker now, not red, not yet, but darker and deeper. "Wanted what?" he asked, and his voice was lower, more demanding, and his hands had stopped circling your hips and were simply holding now, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, pressing hard enough that you knew there would be bruises tomorrow, marks you could press your fingers into and remember this moment.

"Luffy."

"Tell me." His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you forward just slightly, just enough that you could feel the heat of him between your thighs, the solid press of his body against yours, the undeniable proof of how much he wanted this, wanted you, wanted to hear you say it. "I won't laugh, promise. Just tell me."

You closed your eyes, unable to look at him anymore, unable to bear the weight of his attention.

"I wanted you to devour me," you whispered, and the words came out broken, shameful, honest in a way that made your cheeks burn and your throat ache and your entire body flush with heat. "When your eyes were red and the drums were playing and you were laughing like nothing in the world could hurt you. I wanted you to look at me the way you looked at Kaidou. Like I was the only thing that mattered. Like you would destroy everything else just to keep me."

Your voice cracked on the last word, and you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes again, hot and embarrassing and impossible to stop.

"I-I wanted you to eat me alive," you continued, the words pouring out of you now, a confession you'd been holding onto for weeks, for months, for years, maybe, since the first time you'd seen him fight, since the first time you'd watched him refuse to stay down, since the first time you'd realized that there was something different about him, something that scared you and thrilled you and made you want in ways you didn't have words for.

The silence that followed stretched so long that you started to shake, started to regret, started to pull away and pretend you'd never said anything at all.

But Luffy's hands held you in place, steady and unyielding.

"Open your eyes," he said quietly.

You shook your head, squeezing them tighter.

"Open your eyes."

You opened them.

And Luffy was looking at you exactly the way you'd just described, like you were the only thing that mattered, like he would destroy everything else just to keep you, like the rest of the world had fallen away and left only the two of you.

His eyes were red.

Not flickering. Not flashing. Red. The same shape, the same expression, the same Luffy-ness that you'd known since childhood, but red, glowing faintly in the dark, reflecting the moon and the stars and something deeper, something that had been sleeping under his skin since the day he ate that fruit and was awake now, watching you with a hunger that made your entire body tremble.

Doddottotto.

The drums were back, soft and distant but unmistakable, a rhythm that matched your racing heart exactly, that pulsed through your veins and your bones and the warm, wet place between your thighs, that made everything feel louder and brighter and more real.

"There," Luffy murmured, and his voice had that layered quality again, two people speaking at once, the boy you loved and something other, something that had been waiting for this moment, for you to say the words, for you to stop pretending and let him have you the way he'd always wanted to have you. "There you are."

His hand slid from your hip to your thigh, fingers spreading wide, palm pressing hot against the sensitive skin of your inner leg, and you gasped, the sound escaping before you could catch it, because his thumb was there, not where you needed it, not where you ached and throbbed and burned, but close enough that your whole body clenched in anticipation.

"You want me to devour you," he said, and the words weren't a question anymore, but a confirmation, a promise.

"Yes," you breathed, because lying was impossible now, because the truth was clawing its way out of your throat whether you wanted it to or not.

Luffy smiled, the smile that stretched too wide and showed too many teeth and made your stomach flip with fear and desire in equal measure, and his thumb pressed harder against your inner thigh, just once, just enough to make you whimper, a small broken sound.

"Not yet," he said.

Your heart stopped, then started again, faster, harder, pounding against your ribs like it was trying to escape.

"When?" you asked, and your voice was wrecked, desperate, not yours, couldn't be yours, because the you from yesterday, from last week, from last month would never have sounded like this, would never have begged like this, would never have spread her thighs wider and arched her back and looked up at him with eyes that were asking for something she couldn't name.

"Soon." He leaned forward, and his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke. "I want to feel your heart match mine."

His teeth grazed your earlobe, just barely, just enough to make you shudder, to make your hips buck against his, to make a sound escape your throat that was almost a sob.

"Then I'll devour you," he grinned, and his hand slid higher up your thigh, his thumb brushing against the seam of your shorts, against the place where you were hottest, wettest, most desperate, and you whimpered, because he was so close, so close, and you could feel yourself soaking through the fabric, could feel how ready you were, how needy, how completely and utterly at his mercy. "And you won't remember what it felt like to be anywhere else."

The drums were loud now, drowning out the ocean, drowning out your thoughts, drowning out everything except the heat of his body and the press of his hands and the impossible, terrifying, beautiful certainty in his red eyes, and you could feel yourself trembling and shaking, coming apart at the seams.

"Luffy," you breathed his name, like the only word that mattered.

His smile widened, and his thumb pressed harder against the seam of your shorts, and you felt yourself clench around nothing, felt the wetness spread, felt your hips lift off the deck in search for more.

"See?" he murmured, and his voice was the drums and the ocean and the sound of the world holding its breath. "You've always been mine. And someday soon-"

He pulled back, just enough to look at you, just enough to let you see the hunger in his red eyes, the love in them, the terrible, overwhelming certainty.

"—you're going to beg me to prove it."

You should have been afraid. You were afraid.

But you wanted him anyway, needed him anyway, had been wanting and needing him for as long as you could remember, and as Luffy pulled back to look at you, smiling that joyful and hungry smile, his red eyes glowing in the moonlight, his hands still hot on your thighs, you realized that wanting him was the same as belonging to him, that belonging to him was the same as being free, that being free was the same as falling, and you had been falling for as long as you could remember, falling into his orbit, into his gravity, into the space between his heartbeat and his drums.

Doddottotto

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Hi sorry for this being so late ! Can I please request yandere Luffy in gear 5 please 🙏 (prompt J 2 )

“Shouldn’t you be spending more time with me?”

“Prompts 2 O )

So it's a little crush when you fawn over him but it's an obsession when I pay attention to you?”

please can the reader be a female (if not gn is fine ) for the request of it helps maybe Luffy starts getting jealous when reader is fawning over usopp please and Luffy starts getting jealous 💗

Sure! Warning, I'm not at Wano quite yet so... Plot isn't entirely like Canon.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Gear 5! Luffy Prompts O-2 + J-2

“Shouldn’t you be spending more time with me?”

“So it's a little crush when you fawn over him but it's an obsession when I pay attention to you?”

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Unhealthy power dynamic, Threatening behavior, Clingy behavior, Forced relationship.

#yandere one piece x reader #yandere one piece #yandere monkey d luffy #yandere gear 5 luffy #yandere luffy

Anchored

Overview: Luffy is a yandere that would never, willingly, take your freedom. His crew on the other hand…

You don't realize the crew has turned you into a helpless princess until you try to be independent. Luffy can't help but enjoy it as much as he hates it.

(Author note: I also have a headcanon that he has acne scars!)

You didn't realize how much your skills have regressed until you try to cook a surprise meal for Luffy.

It took a week to get Sanji to turn his back on the kitchen. His fear of your captain eating the entire ship out a real and alive one, but excessive at times when it came to even stepping near the room for everyone else.

So, distracting him had come at a price. One steeped in a few white lies of things you didn't want to repeat even to yourself.

But standing before the stove, hands hovering and twitching with unused energy, you suddenly froze. How do you start? Is it suppose to be the food, wait, ingredients first? Or the turning on the stove? It's been so long…

You decide to head to the pantry, realizing you didn't even know what you wanted to make in the first place. Meat is most definitely a win.

That seems to kick you into gear, hands grabbing a steak still wrapped on a bone, and other sides of fruits, mainly apples, to cook up. But then the stove looms before you again. It's like your own mind has turned against the current, knowledge that should be basic slipping away from reach.

You push through anyway, battering at a skull that begins to ache until something surfaces. Far off memories of cooking beside Sanji instead of behind. The dials he turns are sharp and focused, and you dive for them in reality too.

Flames burst to life on the stove.

You smile.

The flames leap to attack.

Raising your arms to defend yourself, they began to burn. Flames licking at skin, red welts appearing and-

You're thrown from the stove. Hitting a chest that bends like rubber around you, blonde hair darts past to the flames and works them down to smolders. The arm that had grabbed you begins to bend, wrapping and wrapping until they cover the entirety of your middle.

Luffy's head thumps against your shoulder, heavy breaths hitting your skin as you peer back. His charcoal eyes are locked onto the burn, teeth bared as he looks to the stove and back again.

Sanji turns back, his own chest heaving as he crouches before you. His words sting more than the flames did, "Why would you try to cook?"

"I-" The watery waver of your own voice has you pausing before gulping it down again. "I wanted to make something for Luffy…" Like I used to. You want to add, but toss it away with a shake of the head.

Sanji's eyes sharpen, and you have the sense he knows what you wanted to say, but Luffy's voice interrupts the intense moment before he can actually make it a bigger problem.

"Don't do that again!"

"Why not?"

His intense stare has you shrinking further into his hold. A possessiveness that borders on madness shaping before your eyes. "Because-" He struggles to put it in words, his free hand coming up to pick as old acne scars.

Sanji comes in, sweeping his arm wide to the mess of food with a powerful glare. "Because of this."

"I didn't mean-I use to be able to-" You stumble over the words, frustration tightening your throat. A glance back at Luffy yields no support there either, his gaze distant and stormy.

"Listen, Love," Sanji get your attention again with a apologetic smile. "It's my fault really. As the Captain's Darling I couldn't help but spoil you as well….It's only natural that your own skills have receded under my care. But does it really matter that much to know how to cook?"

"Yes! It's a basic skill! And what if…" The second half of your sentence hesitates, but you push on with reality of your temporary stay, "What happens when I leave the crew to follow my dream and I can't cook?"

If the room felt hot before, it's freezing now.

Sanji stares, teeth grinding.

Behind you Luffy's breathing stutters .

But what you said isn't news. You've been a temporary member of the Strawhats for a while. Even with the love growing between you and the captain, it's inevitable you'll leave. You have a dream to catch after all.

"Let's get you to Chopper." Sanji bites out.

It swings the room back into focus, the pain following like a haunting.

Luffy's leaps to a stand with you clutched in his arms, rushing out the door as Sanji stalks after. Luffy is already screaming for the reindeer, the crew peering over in growing concern. But you can't stop watching the chef.

He slows, turning to Nami and Zoro and begins to whisper. His eyes are a predator who have caught the scent of blood. Above, Robin grins back at you, a knowing smile playing at her lips as she waves.

They all disappear behind wood paneling as Luffy dives into the ship. Chopper's clopping footsteps bringing you back to the present. The antiseptic does little to soothe the growing worry pooling in your guts.

Luffy set you down among the stiff sheets, one hand refusing to leave from where it's planted on your shoulder as Chopper gets to work. Hissing and scowling, you try not to wiggle too much under the care of your burn.

It's only when the reindeer begins to finish up that the door of the medical room swings open, slamming against the wall.

No one jumps, but your heart sure does as in comes Sanji, Nami, Zoro, Robin, and even Usopp. All with matching frowns.

"What's wrong?" Luffy is the one to ask.

You shrink further into his side, the pit becoming bottomless with dread.

Nami is the one to answer, "It's about them." She nods at you, Luffy's hold tightens.

"What about them." He's baring his teeth.

Zoro answers this round. "Their leaving, we think it wouldn't be good but downright stupid."

Nami nods, Usopp follows, though his eyes refuse to detach from the ceiling.

"What?" An anger starts to burn in your chest, and you clutch at the sheets in an attempt to ground yourself. "Why not? My dream isn't on this ship."

"That's the issue." Sanji cuts in, lighting a cigarette. "We're not saying we don't want you to follow your dream, but what about your well-being? You don't have a single skill you can use out there, away from us."

"Yes I do! I have-" But the words fall flat. Digging through the past few months for anything, anything at all, and coming up empty.

"You don't know how to navigate." Nami sighs, like she's dealing with a particularly naughty child.

"I-" Your mind fills in all the times Nami shooed you away from her maps and compasses. Her words ringing in your ears.

"As long as you're on our ship, the only navigating should come from me!"

"Can't fight to save your life." Zoro spits, rolling his eyes. "I've had to save you from a pickpocket the last island."

"That was just a fluke!" The words sound hollow, mind rolling with Zoro's past colliding with present.

"You're the Captain's Darling, which means I'll be your right-hand as well. Don't worry about protecting yourself, since I'll be doing it now."

Usopp is next, eyes still on the ceiling. "You've been really absentminded of your surroundings recently."

"We're on a ship!" But you know it's the truth. You'd bumped into everyone at one point or another, so focused on Luffy that everything else had been a passing thought.

Chopper nails the coffin shut as he taps his hooves together. "W…..well, the first aid you use to do isn't very good nowadays."

"I'm the doctor! So, don't worry about patching yourself up anymore, okay?"

You gulp, drawing away from Luffy, drawing away from his crew. Drawing into the corner of the bed as a dawning horror grows.

Luffy doesn't stop you, his face drawn with a grimace and he won't meet your eyes.

Robin sighs, "It just wouldn't be right to let you go without any way to defend yourself. Isn't that right, Captain?"

Luffy bites his lip, letting his straw hat cover his eyes. "As the captain of this ship, I can't in let you off."

"You-you planned this! All of this! You tricked me! Let me go! Let me go, please!" The words keep tumbling, pleas of freedom falling on deaf ears. As the Strawhat Crew stares victoriously down at you huddled in the corner, and their Captain won't meet your gaze. "Luffy, if you love me you'll let me go!"

A dirty trick, but the only thing you have at this point.

Finally Luffy looks up. Finally he meets your gaze. But it isn't his sunny warm love that greets you, instead it's scorching, twisted as he reaches a hand out. His fingers might as well be like the fire with how they burn where they touch.

"I do love you. That's why I can't let you go."