so… i kind of disappeared for five months? four months? school, work, and my mental health were weighing on me so i needed a break.
i am still a college student. i am still working. i am still living in the toxic household i grew up in. so i probably won’t be writing again :’)
but this blog isn’t going anywhere! i’ll leave it up as an archive blog so that my writings will still exist on this app. i see some people are still reblogging them. some are still leaving comments. so if people are still appreciating my work, there’s no reason i should take it away
notes: okay so i’ve had this in my drafts for like, months now. sorry for going awol for a while, but my class is finally over! so i can focus on this blog a little more. Just a few letters and some tooth-rotting drabbles to accompany it 💞
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
zoro leaned on the doorframe to the aquarium, admiring the blue glow that rested on (name)’s skin, as she turned the page with a careful finger, her eyes captivated with the words on the new page. he never understood how she could read all that shallow banal crap, at the same time though, he wondered what words made her lips quirk up; what words were behind that look of wonder.
he sat next to her, waiting for her to open her arms for him. if she was too focused on the story, he’d lift her arms up himself, settling his head onto her chest, wrapping his arms around her torso. then, before he closed his eyes, he’d place a kiss right under the curve of her jaw.
zoro was most affectionate before a nap.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
“giving up already?” zoro grinned with heavy breaths, adrenaline still fresh in his veins.
“i’m taking a break. it’s something humans do, try it sometime.” (name)’s panted. her body burned with sweat and aches. she plopped down on the grass, throwing a towel over her face to block the mocking sun.
the swordsman clicked his tongue, sheathing his blade. she’s the one who wanted his help with training. he accepted because one, it was nice having someone to spar against, he gets to practice on a moving target. two, he wanted to know her limit. the enemies they’d face were only getting stronger, so he felt secure knowing the physical prowess of his crew, and knowing they could protect themselves. and three,
he loved a good fight.
“it’s fine, not everyone can keep up with the best.”
“nOt eVeRyOne CaN kEeP uP with a monster.”
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
(name) was very different from him, almost the exact opposite. but the differences changed him in the right ways. she was everything he wasn’t, but also things he wanted to be. marriage wasn’t a regular passenger on his train of thought, but when (name) became an extension of his thoughts—and an extension of himself—he couldn’t imagine of a life without her.
he wouldn’t get married, not while they were at sea. still, he wanted a physical representation of his commitment. even if it was a cheesy cliché, he didn’t mind being cliché with if it was with (name).
“sir,” the jeweler brought zoro back from his thoughts, “i asked if you know your partner's ring size.”
a furrow settled between his brows, “there are different sizes?” yeah… he still has a long way to go.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
(name) hissed and sharply turned her head away as zoro dabbed at the slice on her cheek. he gripped her jaw—gently, not wanting to further hurt her—turning her back in his direction.
“will you hold still?”
“but it hurts.”
“it wouldn’t hurt so much if you just blocked me.”
“it wouldn’t hurt at all if you weren’t trying to kill me.” she winced again, pulling down the hand that held her in place and entwining her fingers with him. she looked into his eye, which was glued to her cut, “what was that all about? you never push that far.”
he stopped, bringing his hand down and placing over their connected hands, almost scared to see what he might find in her eyes. his thumb ran over the skin of her hand. sometimes, he forgot the differences in their strengths. but really, he was scared one day she’d have to face someone as strong as him, and that he wouldn’t be there for her.
he wanted to protect her, but realistically he knew he couldn’t always be there.
“i’m sorry, okay?” he squeezed her hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing her bandaged knuckles, “i just want to keep you safe.”
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
yes this big hunk of touch starved loves hugs. he likes to hug his partner from behind, wrapping his arms around (name)’s torso, nuzzling his nose into to the crook of her neck, taking deep inhales of the scent that is completely (name).
her laugh is light and airy as her fingers tread through his hair, hinting that the tip of his nose was tickling her, “and what did I do to earn all of this affection?”
“mm, breathe.” he hummed, wanting to soak in your presence as long as time would allow.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
“okay, this is everything you could potentially need: a travel pillow, an extra flask, toothbrush and toothpaste, a compass— you do know how to use a compass don’t you?”
“tch, i don’t need it,” he was a little flustered with how she was treating him. not that he minded the extra attention from her, but he still wasn’t used to affection in front of the crew. he could hear nami and usopp’s giggles, and sanji berating on how zoro didn’t deserve (name)’s sweetness.
too bad for the cook, (name)’s kindness was for him and him only.
“you’ll thank me when you get lost and your survival depends on this bag,” she teased, “make sure luffy doesn’t start a revolution, yeah?”
“no promises,” he pecked her lips, “i love you, see ya when we get back.”
the words felt so natural leaving his lips, he didn’t even realize he’d said it. he wanted the first time he said those words to be a little more intimate, but in that moment he let his true feelings slip.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
personally, he likes to lean forwards tauntingly slowly, noses brushing against each other before finally meeting her lips. in these moments, he gave her long, deep kisses, chasing her lips when she pulled away to breathe; giving her enough air between short smooches.
when he kisses, he kisses till the shape of his partners mouth is engraved in his memory. he’ll suck and nip at her bottom lip, taste and imprint his taste on her tongue till she’s lightheaded and tingly.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
“mama!”
“huh, a baby?” zoro picked up the baby, turning it this way and that, looking at them like a foreign object, “who the hell leaves a baby alone, where are you parents kid?”
“agaga bloo!” (silly zoro, babies can’t speak)
he didn’t understand why, but babies, children, little people in general (see: tontatta) clung to him like mosquitoes. just now, a crying baby tugged on his yukata, no parents in sight. reluctantly, he’s been walking all over the city trying to find their parents, but it was hard when the only words they knew were “mama” and gibberish.
“mama,” the baby cooed, poking his chest.
“i ain’t your mom, kid. my name is zoro. zo-ro.”
“ma-ma!”
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
“you got something for me?” (name) grabbed the weighted box from him, shaking it near her ear for any clues about its contents.
he rubbed the back of his neck, nervous about her reaction. buying gifts was harder than it seems, since he wasn’t exactly sure what constitutes a good gift. but, he kept you in mind, and found something that he thought would make you smile.
“don’t get your hopes up, i’m not the best at these things.” he kissed her on the cheek anyways, “anyway, happy anniversary, (name).”
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
zoro shook his head, quickly drying his wet hair in the towel. then, he tossed his head back, catching his reflection in the foggy bathroom mirror. it’s been a while since he was last in here (the shower, that is) he could tell the slight growth of muscles in the reflection.
they were the result of the hours of training he put in towards his goal. scars decorated him like a chopping block. some were small and white like scratches. some needed to be stitched, like his ankles or his most prominent scar from Mihawk. none on his glistening back, still damp from his recent bath.
he wasn’t particularly vain, but he liked how he looked. what was in the mirror before him, was the evidence that he lived.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
zoro’s sleep schedule is horrid. assuming it’s a peaceful (as peaceful as the New World gets) day, whenever he feels a yawn coming on, a nap will follow.
before, he could fall asleep virtually anywhere— on the grass, against the railing, in the middle of the walkway (preferably where it’s sunny, like a cat)—but now, his mind drifts to (name). he takes those few extra steps to find her just to nap in her presence (even if she wasn’t tired)
nowadays, naps just weren’t worth it if they weren’t with her.
Hey Mei, congrats for hosting your first event! Can I have C with Nacht please?
pairing: nacht x gn!reader
wc: ~500
notes: zara thank you for requesting Nacht! I recently finished the manga and he is just magnifico🤌🏽 also *mie sometimes autocorrect acts up 😂
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c - colors (aka the standard soulmate au where the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate and see colors)
Nacht was not openly optimistic, he never was, and there was never any reason to be. He literally had devils on his shoulders, he lurked in shadows, and weighed down by his own guilt.
This never changed, but it got a bit easier ever since you came into his life.
Nacht remembers the very first words he heard from you. He had asked you a simple question, who are you. Simple enough isn’t it? The most basic question out there, but there was one problem.
His eyes were stunning.
You’ve seen three colors (black, gray, white) and all of the shades in between. The world was flat, gray, and uninteresting. That was the way the world works though. No one tells you what a difference seeing colors can make, but you can tell by those with a sparkle in their eyes. A little pep in their step. Like the world was this magnificently vibrant place, not cold, colorless, meh.
But upon seeing his eyes, a glowing hue different from white, black, or gray, you began to understand.
“Your eyes are like fire.”
His eyes were like a bonfire on a starlit night; gazing into them the warmth tickled your skin, the glow was mesmerizing and the bright hue made you want to get up and dance.
They were like the flame of a match; intense, yet short lived when he’d softly rest his eyes closed. But when they would open, it was a sudden, hypnotizing spark till the very end.
They were like the sun; something you couldn’t look at, warning you that if you got too close, they would scorn you, and you’d learn exactly how cruel the sun was.
“What?”
What you didn’t realize, was that fire was the color of the blood rushing to your cheeks. It was the tinge of heat that instantly flushed across your face.
“I-is that not what you asked?”
“No,” his eyes closed, his face looked innocent and kind compared to his gloomy black outfit; but much like the sunset, you were wondering where that striking hue went, wishing you could bask in its glow for a little while longer, “You’re interesting. You have a staring problem, and seem to say whatever is on your mind, interesting nonetheless,”—he smiled softly—“I don’t believe you mean me any harm, thanks to you, I can see color. What is your name?”
“I’m (name),” you stood up, the shock of seeing color had you falling on your bum, “I’m sorry for staring and all…”
“Nacht.”
Your heart beat out of your chest, even his name had you feeling aflame, “…Nacht, but your eyes, I’ve never seen…” You still couldn’t find the words to describe them, but if any words would do: “They are just so stunning.”
Oh he was stunned alright, but he was good at hiding his feelings behind a mask of soft indifference, an expression you took as kind happiness, “I’m assuming this is your first time seeing color as well?”
“How could you tell?”
As you later discovered, Nachts eyes were not the color of a flame. Quite the let down. But you came to the conclusion that it was the world that had it wrong. After all, his striking eyes made your insides ablaze with such a passionate fervor, a feeling you only knew as fire.
Hello! This is such a cute event, I'm really curious how you're gonna mix soulmates with summer 🥰 May I request letter D with Zoro and female but not feminine Reader? Probably the worst scenario for having Zoro as a soulmate, I know, but I just couldn't help myself 😂 Just plz no angst, let's stay positive! Thank you and I hope you will have fun with the event! 💕
pairing: roronoa zoro x fem!reader
wc: ~1.3k
notes: AH thanks for the request! i had fun with this one, zoro as a soulmate is like a dream… until you get to know him😂i kid i kid. i hope this is to your liking☺️💛
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d - damage done to a person also translates into their soulmate’s body (cuts, bruises and all)
When Zoro acquired Kuina’s sword, he made an internal promise that this sword would see his ambition through till the end.
Not that he told Mihawk, which is probably why the older man didn’t understand why Zoro was so adamant about keeping a damaged sword. Do as you wish, he said, but he wasn’t counting on Zoro showing up to spar with a duct taped hilt.
“This won’t do.” He sighed rather irritated, later giving the rookie a vivre card with ‘swordsmith’ written in lopsided letters, “Have Perona take you, I don’t trust you to find your way back on your own.”
Zoro’s brow twitched, but he put his feelings of irritation aside for the weird tug in his chest, as he watched the tiny paper move across his palm.
“I don’t need some random swordsmith fixing my blade—“
“This isn’t a request, fix your blade or I’ll reconsider my willingness to train you,” completely unbothered, he flipped a page in the book he’d rather focus on, “And she isn’t ‘some random swordsmith.’ Brash perhaps, but I wouldn’t send you to her if it wasn’t worth your time.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Another page flipped, “Get your sword fixed, and you’ll see.”
• • •
Zoro felt that strangel pull in his chest twice more: once when they landed on the summer island, and again when he was at the door of the shop, where the vivre card moved to. It was a tiny house along the shore, a sign ‘swordsmith’ painted in big, bold letters.
He stared at the door for a good minute, unsure about this strange feeling. He was usually good at picking up on anything suspicious, or even malicious, but this feeling was different. He didn’t feel any ill-intent, only the urge to see what was behind that door, but before he could open it—
You did. And there came that tug again, but this time it was warm, that buzzed kind of warmth he felt after downing some top shelf sake.
You weren’t sure why, but in that moment it felt right to open the front door. Maybe it was the heat of the day, your shop was like a sauna in the summer and you were dying for a little breeze. You were met with Roronoa Zoro, with a scar you knew all too well.
“Well well, what brings you to my shop?”
He knew you said, well something. His focus was on the scar curved down your torso. It started below your right collarbone, the rugged stitches disappeared into your cleavage and curved around to your hip. A sense of deja vú washed over him, like he was looking in a mirror.
“Hey buddy, eyes up.” Zoro heard a snap, which instantly caught his attention, and he saw your eye patch. A few months ago, he scarred his left eye. What a strange coincidence. “Did you even hear a single thing I’ve said?”
“Yeah. Wait, no I didn’t. Were you talking?”
“Oh, I see,” you crossed your arms, leaning on the door frame. His idiocy was pleasantly entertaining. Little did he know, you knew exactly who he was and all about your connection, you weren’t going to say anything though. Where was the fun in that? It’d be more entertaining to watch him connect the dots for himself.
“Hawkeyes warned me he sent someone my way, I wasn’t expecting a pervert. Did you need something, or were you planning on staring the whole time?”
“I wasn’t— I’m not a pervert okay? I need a sword repaired,” he grabbed the Wado Ichimonji from his side, holding it out to you, “The handle is busted—“
“Holy crap,” you snatched the sword from his hand, “Oh my… wow I’m holding a meito! Wow this is just—! Wait, how the hell did you snap the handle like this? Were you fighting a mountain or something?”
Zoro muttered, face flushed: “Can you fix it or not?”
“So demanding, and you don’t even know my first name, which is (name), if you ever planned on asking, pervert.” You held the handle up to eye level, observing the damage, “Hmm, it won’t be as simple as a repair. I’d have to make a brand new handle, but seeing how it’s a meito… did you consider retiring it—“
“No. That’s not an option.” Zoro cut her off, “If you can’t repair it, I’ll find someone who can.”
“Woah woah, I never said I couldn’t do it. It’ll take me a week, but trust me. By the time I’m done with it you’ll be able to slash any mountain you want.”
So that week, he hung around your shop because in his words, he didn’t trust a stranger with his sword. The truth was, you mesmerized him in the oddest way, more specifically, your scars. The stitch that curved down your torso wasn’t just similar to his. After being caught staring more times than he’d like to admit, he realized that it was exactly his scar. He spent his days glancing over your skin, eyes tracing the lines of your across your calves, the nicks up and down your arms, your back pristine, free of marks, just as his. There was no denying your bodies shared the same marks.
But how was that even possible? It couldn’t be.
Though… if by some strange twist of fate it was possible, it would explain the random scars that formed on his skin over the years. It didn’t happen frequently, but every so often he’d see a small scar and think, ‘huh, when did that happen?’ he never gave it a second thought.
But now, with the map of his scars displayed on another body, all of the questions pounded in his simple mind. So, in a very straightforward manner, he asked the one question that all the little questions centered around: Why did you have his scars?
And to that you sighed, with a soft smile, nodding your head towards the door, “Why don’t we take a walk.”
You two didn’t go far, the sun was about to set after all, so you chose to sit along the shore, right at your back door step, with a couple bottles of booze. The two of you basked in the warm golden light, enjoying the warm silence. He was growing a little impatient and decided to ask again.
“I assume it’s because you have no regard for personal safety. But if you’re asking how they got on my body, I couldn’t tell you. Maybe this is fates way of saying we’re connected. ”
“So what? You’re like my soulmate or something?” The two of you locked eyes—the last glow of golden sun swirled in your iris—before you cracked out a contagious laugh, making the swordsman chuckle as well. “That would be crazy.”
“Oh, completely crazy.” you agreed.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
The sun was gone and left you in the fade of night with the sound of the waves dragging along the sand, the two of you closer than when you first sat, looking each other in the eyes.
“Still, we’re connected somehow. So what happens now?” he asked.
You tapped your chin in thought, before a marvelous idea popped in your head, “You could stay loyal to my business.”
“Excuse you?”
“Think about it! You’re a swordsman and I’m a swordsmith, maybe the universe connected us so I could be your personal sword repair woman. I am the best, after all.” a dangerous look—eerily similar to Luffy’s—flashed in your eye, “Okay I’ve decided! From now on, you can only come to me for repairs.”
“What? What if I’m halfway across the world?”
“Then you would obviously sail to me, it’s not that complicated.”
“Why you…” It was a ridiculous proposal, but he felt a tug in his chest that was oh so familiar, and the way you radiated with awe and determination under the pale moonlight played with his simple mind. Would he be even more ridiculous for agreeing?
What these two young souls didn’t know was that the universe doesn’t consider titles like swordsman and swordsmith when bringing people together. The universe works to connect souls, and to bring them together, but the definition of their relationship? Well, that’s something they’d have to figure out along the way.
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notes: angst, self-doubt, hurt/comfort, no beta we go raw in this house. another entry for @kaizokuwritings flowers event. likes, comments and/or reblogs are appreciated :3
Luffy was the sun to your Icarus. You knew what happens to those who near the sun, it was a mistake you were willing to make. And surely, you fell, and you fell into thoughts of doubt, and questions of worth.
Lately, you wondered if you were worthy of being a Straw Hat.
It was strange, the universal effect Luffy had on people. His determination was simple, and bull-headed, it was hard not to trust in his spirit. You were either his adversary, or you lived long enough to admire him. If you had the unfortunate of calling yourself his friend, you’d soon give your ambition to see him suceed.
And lately, you wondered if you gave enough.
“Ooooii! (Name)!”
You turned away, your storm would only dim his light.
Luffy wasn’t completely clueless, he noticed something was off. You weren’t seeking him out, your eyes looked distant, voice exhausted, and you didn’t even try to stop him from taking your food. He wanted to help, he tried everything (a.k.a. giving you food, and making funny faces) but the smile you gave him never reached your eyes.
After talking to Robin and Usopp, they gave him the perfect solution. A bouquet of Malaria flowers––or something like that––which he took as the magic mystery-remedy to lift your mood.
You were in the library, sitting in the window nook looking nowhere in particular; how you have been. He sat opposite of you, holding out the bouquet with the brightest smile. This caught your attention. Reluctantly, you grabbed them, spinning the clusters of flowers.
“You got me Valerians?”
“No, I’m pretty sure they’re called Malarias,” Luffy scratched his chin, head tilted, “Robin said they were your favorite, and Usopp said they’d make you feel better–”
“Luffy,” for the first time in a long time, you looked at him and god, it hurt. His kind, round eyes were filled with concern you didn’t deserve, “Why did you invite me to your crew?” concern morphed into confusion, “Everyone here, they serve a purpose, but I… all I’m good for is being an inconvenience, I don’t belong here.”
His treasured straw hat shaded over his eyes, and it took all your self-control to hold back your tears. You shut your eyes, turning away, why was he so silent? You immediately regretted opening up, if you had just kept your silly doubts hidden–
The straw hat landed on your head and you caught whiplash looking towards Luffy, who wore a smile as radiant as the sun.
“I don’t have any regrets (name), and that includes having you on the crew. Besides, how am I supposed become King of the Pirates without you by my side?”
You tightly clutched the bouquet, averting your eyes from his light. He was too reckless with his words, yet, they were exactly what soothed the storm. You see, it was difficult to stray from the sun, when his ambience radiated unparalleled warmth.
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notes: two posts in a day? who’d of thunk! (thought? whoops) my first entry for @kaizokuwritings flowers event and my first time writing for the smug ass black bulls captain :3
Yami was the perfect sparring partner; he was as quick as he was bulk, and the heap of muscles translated in each parry. Each hit forcefully echoed off of your sword, each step echoed off of the flowered pasture. His force only pushed you to best him, though, it wasn’t easy, the Black Bulls Captain wasn’t one to relent against anyone. That included his partner (affectionate… as Yami Sukehiro gets.)
A steel hit rang throughout the field, a smirk brandished on his gruff face as he moved forward, not easing in his attacks.
“You’re distracted princess,” (derogatory) “Do you plan on winning this way?”
“You plan on running your mouth all day?” you matched his smirk, jumping back to gain some distance, only to launch right back at him to attack his side—but he was too quick. In less than a second he mercilessly pinned you down against the flowers. The sun was blaringly bright behind Yami, a shade cast over his face, making his smirk seem more menacing than it already was.
“Tch, that makes this my what? Thousandth win?”
Your chest rose and fell heavily as you caught your breath, but you weren’t done yet. As if you could let this smug jerk win, you’d never hear the end of it. You swiftly brought your knee up and he caught it—that’s a ki master for you—but you took advantage of his arm and used all your strength to push it down along with him, knocking his sword away in the confusion.
“Are you sure about that win now, Captain?” (also derogatory) now you were the smug one straddling him, “A Magic Knight Captain losing to a lowly magic knight? The Black Bulls are truly the worst of the worst.”
He could never get tired of this view. You above him, glistening with sweat under the sunlight. His heart pumped hard from the adrenaline, but it may have skipped a beat or two at the sight of you. You were cutthroat, you were strong-willed, and—
Well, he didn’t believe in all of that cheesy love crap, but when it came to you, he was sure as hell that you were his source of happiness.
“Would you believe me if I said this was my plan all along?”
“As if, you just don’t want to admit defeat.”
“You want me to admit it? Fine, I admit I wanted you to straddle me.”
Could he be anymore overly confident? He wouldn’t be Yami if he weren’t. Around his head were clusters of tiny pink flowers, centauries if you recalled, and you picked off a branch before leaning down on his chest. It was cute, tiny and bright, not at all like the hulking, intimidating dark magic user beneath you.
“Say what you want Yami Sukehiro, at the end of the day, I came out on top,” you smiled, tucking the bitty branch behind his ear.
prompt: “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done”
wc: ~500
notes: no warnings, just sickening fluff. my piece for @some-piece’s 2500 followers challenge.
Paced breathing, a pen swiftly writing, and papers flipping were the only noises that filled the cold office. If it weren’t for your eyes burning straight through his skull, Law could easily continue working, but it— you were distracting. Silent as an assassin, and twice as deadly (to his focus at least.)
And when you sighed—purposely dragged out and exaggerated—he set his pen down, harshly and slightly irritated, “Yes, (name)?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
Well it was obviously something.
You looked exhausted, eyelids ready to give in to the night. Law said he’d be working, and you said you’d be here with him. His entire life was dictated by piracy and medical work, whatever time you could spend in his presence you’d gladly take.
But now, with an open book abandoned before you, all you wanted to do was lazily stare at Law. He was always so serious when he was focused, his brow furrowed tightly, he wrote with the pen tightly in his grasp—a weaker pen would crack—and he did this cute thing where he gnawed on his bottom lip, which was a bit dried from the sub’s environment, yet only a few feet before you, so tempting, and so kissable—
But, you were patient, and you’d wait here with him, as silent… and tiring as it was. So you settled for a long sigh, which brings us back to the present.
“You shouldn’t to force yourself to stay up, why don’t you go to bed?” he reached over to grab your hand. Despite his hand being tainted with blood and inked by death, it was so gentle and attentive, and only for you. (It was quite the ego boost.) And the cold fixed in his fingers only urged you to stay and warm them up.
“It’s fine Law, I don’t mind waiting,” A yawn escaped your lips, and he gave you a deadpan look that said: you are impossible. But, instead he said:
“C’mere,” he rolled away from his desk, patting his leg, “You can sit on my lap until I’m done.”
You beamed, happily shuffling over to Law’s side of the desk, and settling yourself on his lap. His warmth immediately radiated throughout your body in an instant, making the cold submarine atmosphere nothing but a memory. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you rested your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply, and satisfyingly the scent of some foreign wood and peppermint. Your eyelids were heavy, and here, in his hold, you didn’t mind giving into the night.
You sighed, once again exaggerated, but this one ending with a smile, “Can I tell you a secret?”
“If you make it quick, I have to get back to—“
“I love you Law.”
His heart did a little skip, as an arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady against him. Honestly, you were so troublesome. How could you say something so important, so casually? It wasn’t the first time he’s heard those words from you, but every time it felt like a defibrillator shocked his heart out of place. Nevertheless, he kissed the space below your ear, and whispered:
“That’s no secret, love. Now, get some rest.”
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three drabbles of three groups reactions to smalls’ (my oc’s) first bounty
ft. my other oc, tsurumatsu
smalls gets her first bounty post enies lobby. that one dude from the franky family who’s name evades my mind is like: “shorty smalls, 115,000,000 berries!”
and the straw hats are like:
“smalls-chan! i’m falling for you all over again!” sanji swooned.
nami on the other hand, looked like she was on the verge of a heart attack, “115,000,000 berries!?”
“what a pleasant portrait,” robin nodded, with a smile.
“they think... i’m... a pet...” chopper sulked.
“your name is elfie? you never told us that,” said zoro.
smalls shrugged, “you never asked—“
“oi smalls! why’s your first bounty so high?” luffy shot up, crossing his arms and looking at her accusingly (maybe feeling a sprinkle of jealousy.) the rest of them looked at her with a mix of shock, amusement, and a little fear.
“i don’t know, maybe it’s a typo,” she shrugged with a straight face, but she knew. one of the perks of having a resting resting face—she was quite adept at lying. if anything, she was surprised there hadn’t been a bounty over her head sooner.
but she wouldn’t tell them. if enies lobby taught her anything, it’s that luffy was truly fearless... or a reckless rubber-head. either way he’d beat up just about anyone for those he considered his friends. the world government was one thing, but she couldn’t risk him making an enemy out of the world nobles; self-proclaimed gods who held absolute power.
the celestial dragons were her enemies, and hers alone.
“more importantly,” the crew’s attention weighed like a pile of anvils on smalls, “why is my epithet shorty?”
—around the world—
“oh. my. nin! koala look at this!” a wanted poster was shoved in her face, courtesy of one (1) tsurumatsu.
“eh? smalls d. elfie,” koala grabbed the paper, looking over it with a careful eye, “oh! this is your little sister right?”—she whistled—“that’s one high bounty.”
“who has a high bounty?” sabo leaned back in his chair, hijacking their conversation.
“smalls. and look at that, they called her shorty! isn’t she so tiny and adorable?”
“oh, so this is the girl i heard so much about,” sabo came up to tsu, placing a casual arm around his waist as he looked at the poster, “whats with that picture?”
“um rude, she looks amazing.”
“um yeah, it’s a wanted poster. she’s not supposed to look good.”
“but you said i look good in my poster.”
sabo grinned, “yeah you do.”
“ugh, i miss when you two were rivals,” koala groaned, abruptly leaving her desk to go anywhere else but by the lovesick simps in their honeymoon phase.
—elsewhere in the world—
“captain... she looks exactly like esme.”
“i know.”
“how long has it been since—“
“nineteen years.”
silence weighed between the first mate and his superior, the captains eyes glued on the name before him. in all capitals.
SMALLS D. ELFIE
he once knew a girl with a similar name, and a similar face. an old flame. or should he say splash? (sorry advanced inside joke) no one would forget their first lover. for him, it was a summer fling, a teenage dream. they were two young, free souls without a single worry or a thing to lose. then one day, she disappeared. no note, no trace. just vanished, like a waves spray in the wind.
he never thought he’d see that face again in this way.
“do you,” the first mate paused, leaning forward uncomfortably, trying to find the right words to a question that had none, “could she be your daughter?”
fun fact: smalls has never met her dad! she doesn’t care that much to meet him either but will she? 👀 (who knows, i have yet to write out that scenario)
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𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎
—SMALLS D. ELFIE—
witch of the straw hats (because leave it to luffy to recruit a witch) her friends know her as smalls, nonchalant, yet curious in spirit. one thing she learned: a black blade is much more useful than a wand
⤿ reaction to bounty | ft. straw hats, revolutionaries, oc tsurumatsu
— just the straw hats snooping on their captain and (name)
— wc: ~0.7k
Zoro walked up to Nami, Usopp, and Sanji, who were all suspicious-like, looking around the corner. It wasn’t the strangest thing on this ship, still, it sparked a little curiosity.
“What are you guys—“
“Shh!” Usopp put his index finger in a shushing fashion.
“I can’t believe that bastard gets time alone with my (name)-chwan…” Sanji somehow sulked and seethed.
“Shut up!” Nami smacked Sanji upside his head (much to the mosshead’s amusement,) “They’ll hear us!”
Zoro pouted, being the only one out of the loop, “Who’ll hear you?”
Zoro tumbled forward when Nami yanked his sleeve, telling him to look around the corner. He complained about not being able to see anything, then Sanji kicked his head, just strong enough so Zoro’s one working eye could actually see what everyone was so worked up about.
It wasn’t anything special, in fact it was just (name) sitting with Luffy, eating something the cook probably gave him. It wasn’t exactly unusual to see Luffy eating, or talking with his friends. He heard (name) laugh, licking her thumb to wipe the crumbs from Luffy’s face. Kind of strange, yet he’s still seen stranger—
Then Luffy grabbed her thumb and put it between his lips.
“What the—!?”
“SHSHHSHHH!!” Nami and Usopp clamped their hands over the swordsman mouth.
“They’ve been like this for fifteen minutes,” Usopp said. He, Nami and Sanji also looking around the corner at the pair, “You should’ve seen earlier, Luffy actually fed her. No joke, he brought the spoon, of his food, to her mouth.”
Zoro’s mind worked out two possible reasons why Luffy would share food: one, the cook finally snapped and drugged Luffy, or two, that was an imposter disguised as his captain—which he knew couldn’t have been true with how (name) pulled his cheek after he let her thumb go. It stretched like rubber, and snapped back when she let go.
“Did you drug his food him with something twirly brow?”
“I wouldn’t treat food like that asshole,” Sanji clicked his tongue, then muttered loud enough for Zoro to hear: “If I did it'd be your meal.”
Nami slapped both of their shoulders, “Oh my god can you two not fight for five minutes?”
“Guys, she’s whispering something!” Usopp noted.
(name) spoke behind a cupped hand into Luffy’s ear, knowing some of her crewmates could read lips. Yes she knew they were watching them, did they think they were slick? Even Robins group—who was watching them from the other corner—weren’t as inconspicuous, and they had Franky, Brook, and Chopper (who couldn’t hide to save his sweet life.)
Luffy offering her food—especially food that he found extra delicious, in luffy logic, he couldn’t not share delicious food with (name)—wasn’t a new thing, the crew just hadn’t seen it before. Whatever the case, it was entertaining hearing them freak out over the two of them doing something so innocent.
“Luffy don’t look now,” she whispered close to his ear, “But our friends are watching us.”
“Why? I’m not gonna share my food with them.”
“Dummy, they don’t want your food,” she leaned back, so she was face to face with him, “I think they’re waiting for something to happen.”
He tilted his head, “Something like what?”
(name) tapped her chin in thought when her gaze traveled to his lips—remembering how soft it felt around her thumb—then back to his eyes, with a no-good grin. She turned to the corner, where she saw her bright haired friends (and Usopp) quickly disappear behind the corner, then looked back to Luffy, still with that silly grin.
“Something like this,” she closed the space between them, pressing her lips against his, hearing a few squeals and gasps from the peeping crew. Satisfied, she pulled away, happy with the smile creeping up on Luffy’s face.
“They wanted to see us kiss?” Luffy's shoulders moved up and down with his laugh, “What a bunch of perverts!”
“OI Luffy!” Sanji yelled, “You don’t get to call me a pervert—!”
“Sanji! Are you here to bring more food?” He completely ignored the cook’s complaint, “(name) ate most of it.”
“Luffy… you gave me two bites.”
“That’s two bites that didn’t make it to my stomach.”
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hi Mie! i hope you're doing well! your event looks really cool so can i have 41 with Kuzan (aokiji) please? with a fem reader who is his crush. thanks a lot and don't put too much pressure on yourself <3
prompt: sitting close and knees touching
wc: ~0.2k
notes: hey meli i am doing well! sorry for the wait, but it is here! AH i love your writings >.< so i hope this is to your liking 💓
“Nice of you to finally join us Admiral,” (name) jested at Admiral Aokiji as he took his seat beside her, twenty minutes late to the meeting. It wasn’t anything new, this was Kuzan after all. He would gladly choose a nap over a meeting (he’s been to hundreds, how important can this one be?) but he heard a certain Vice Admiral he had his eye on would be attending.
Luckily the last seat was the one next to her.
“Right, what did I miss?” he turned to her in his seat, his knee bumping against her knee under the table. He actually was listening…
At first, but he couldn’t help it— her bare knee distracted him. He was a simple man who enjoyed simple things. Like how her lips moved and she talked, or the way her cleavage peaked out of her suit that screamed authority, or the way she wore a skirt that exposed from the knees down; her legs neatly crossed under the table.
“...how we are going about the current Kaido situation—“
Was she still talking? Maybe, but he had a very important question to ask and very little shame, “(Name), wanna go out with me tonight?”
She choked on her words, the entire table turned their attention to the pair, Sengoku harbored a pulsed vein on his irritated face, seething, “Aokiji, that is extremely unprofessional.”
“Oh, my bad. Vice Admiral (name), do you want to go out with me tonight?”
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hi luv! can I request sanji + 24? thank youu in advance (:
prompt: whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin
wc: 0.2k
notes: no notes just vibes is what i wrote before i realized i have notes. i liked writing this one :) sorry it took a while to get out, hope you enjoy💞
Sanji silently made his way to where you stood in the kitchen; his hands found their place on your waist, before lazily hugging you. The scent of your shampoo and morning coffee and the sound of soft laps of waves and coffee being poured into a mug. True tranquility as Sanji would say. The morning was yet to be tainted with Luffy’s monster metabolism or the marimo’s idiocy.
He leaned in just so his lips grazed the shell of your ear, “You know, I would have made you coffee if you asked.”
“Mm, good morning to you too,” you turned to him, kissing his cheek, “You haven’t been getting much sleep lately, I didn’t want to take that from you.”
“My sleep schedule isn’t—“
“Is just as important as any of ours,” you finished his sentence knowing he planned to say the opposite. Turning your whole body, you handed him the steaming mug and like clockwork he rejected.
“(Name)-chan, I can’t accept—“
You shut him up with a distraction in the guise of a kiss, placing the porcelain into his hands.
“Consider it incentive. Breakfast isn’t going to cook itself.”
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I hope I did this right this is my first request on tumblr :) but I was wondering if you’re up to it doing Ace + 9 from the touch prompts, hope you’ve had a wonderful day <3
prompt: listening to the other’s heartbeat
wc: ~0.2k
notes: yes you requested perfectly! sorry for the wait, but i hope it is to your liking :) 💕
One thing to know when dating Ace: he is a clingy man.
To him nothing translates his love quite as clearly as physical touch. He loves running his hands over the bumps and curves of his partners body, or leaving little nips and kisses wherever their skin is visible, or walking with an arm slung around your shoulder, because he knows he can lean on you if he falls victim to his narcolepsy.
His favorite form of touch comes just before he falls asleep, and as soon as he wakes up. His head will be on your chest, his ear laid on the bare skin of your chest, right above your heart. Without realizing, he’ll sync his breathing to the rise and fall of your chest. “Tell me a story,” he’ll ask—but barely pays attention. He just loves as the sound of your voice serves as background noise to the calm beat of your heart.
He ignores the buzz from his numb arms—since they’re under your back—and holds you even closer. In these moments, these intimate bits of peace, he knows pass whatever insecurities planted in his mind, that you are without a doubt his person.
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Hiyaa! Could I ask for 8 + Zoro ☺ been enjoying the ones you have done! 💖
prompt: shielding the other one with their body
wc: ~0.3k
warnings: mentions of death
notes: thanks for requesting my fave :D i hope you don’t mind, saw the opportunity for some angst and took it hehe. please enjoy💕
Something wet dropped on your cheek, then Zoro wiped it away, muttering apologies. You laid across his legs, with a clear view of his face, full of grief. It wasn’t like Zoro. He was far from emotionless, you had the pleasure of knowing that. But to be crying, even if it was just one tear...
Something went terribly wrong.
“What happened?”
Hurt, and fury played in his eye, “You took a hit that was meant for me.”
Oh right. You remembered a second attacker when Zoro was occupied with his own fight and your legs moved on their own. The least you could do was stop the other attacker. Then something pierced you. You didn’t remember much past that.
Now you felt light, your breath was the loudest noise, and moving triggered shock. Unbearable pain, but not as painful as before. You touched where it hurt, and hand was damp and red.
“Am I…” you hesitated asking, because the answer was already obvious by the way he was trying to hold back his emotions, “Am I dying?”
“Yes. I’m sorry,” he grabbed your hand, despite the blood, “I’m so sorry (name).”
“Why are you sorry?” You looked at him confused, you were the one who was sorry. You were the one leaving him.
His mouth moved but you failed to hear the words, instead you studied his face; the slight downturn of his lips, the way his sharp brows furrowed too seriously, the stinging red of his eye. You didn’t blame him for being sad, but he didn’t look like the Zoro you knew. You wanted to see that Zoro one last time.
“Zoro?” he stopped talking, meeting your eyes, that already seemed to fade, “Can you tell me about your dreams.”
He nodded, not before kissing your forehead and squeezing your hand, locked with his, “Yeah, I can do that.”
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synopsis: friends with benefits who’re oblivious to each other’s feelings
warnings: a lil angst, cursing, mentions of sex, underlying wano spoilers
wc: ~1.5k
notes: hey y’all, i still have some requests but god this scenario has been on replay in my mind. I originally intended for reader to be fem, but i don’t think i actually used any female-identifying terms? if you do catch any tho, please point it out!
Being a part of the Straw Hats meant getting separated for periods of time, especially during battles (which was like meat to Luffy.) This time though was the longest you’ve been away from Zoro since the two year break. You stayed with Luffy to retrieve one idiot cook, but now you finally arrived in Wano, and you’d finally see your swordsman.
Well, he wasn’t your swordsman, not officially anyways.
It started in Sabaody, you were the second to arrive, and it didn’t take you long to find his familiar mossy hair. He got a little taller, earned a scar over his eye, wore a yukata, but you could tell his muscles grew from whatever intensive training he’d gone through over the past two years. If you had a tiny crush on him before, your attraction—and lust—him only increased. Even with his slight personality change, which was a little more intense, a little more cocky.
It was so. Sexy.
A quick chat and a few drinks later, your legs were wrapped around his waist, lips devoured, tongues tangled make out. His hand never stopped groping, squeezing, memorizing every inch of your body like he was seeing it for the first time.
That night was the first of many shared nights. You didn’t sleep with him often, not with how fast-paced and chaotic the New World was. But during the calm after a battle, when everyone would be feasting and partying, the two of you would share a look. He could be at your side, or on the other side of the crowd, and you would still be able to meet his eye; half-lidded and full of pent-up energy in the shape of lust that sent chills through your skin and wetness to your core.
God, did he even know what he was doing to you?
And sometime in between, you fell in love. Actual heart-breaking love.
The fact that you had usually sex after both of your lives were on the line didn’t help. It was more intense that way; more intimate. One hand would tightly grip your hip, pulling you down as he thrust up into you; the other roughly cupping your jaw, forcing you to lock gazes with him.
“Don’t you dare take your eyes off of me.”
And then he’d leave you with these fluffy, weak, aggravating feelings that he didn’t seem to reciprocate.
It wasn’t fair.
That’s why you chose to stay behind with Luffy. You needed a break from him, some time to think over what your feelings really were: love, or some twisted vivid form of lust.
But dammit if your heart didn’t yearn for him.
Now that you were in Wano, you planned to confess. If he also had feelings for you, great! But, if he didn’t…
Well, you didn’t want to think of that!
But your confidence sunk with each passing day. So much was happening it felt like you spent years in Wano before actually seeing him. When you finally did see him, he was running with an impossibly gorgeous woman clinging to him.
Brook was there too, and he was more than eager to spill the tea about seeing Zoro and this Hiyori girl sleeping together.
“Oh.”
Brook didn’t know about you and Zoro. It wasn’t necessarily a secret, but the two of you didn’t exactly flaunt your relationship, or make the effort to tell anyone. Should you have? If the two of you were public and official, would another woman be in his arms? Probably so. Zoro followed a certain code of morality (a.k.a being brutally honest,) if he had feelings, he would’ve been honest about them by now.
Right?
Well the answer was clear as day: his attention was elsewhere and you were, alone, overthinking in one of the many screwed up countries of the New World.
It didn’t help that she was nice. And pretty. Actually, she was gorgeous. And so compassionate. She tended to his wounds, and took care of him, and she was kind to everyone she met. She was everything he needed, while the best you could do was give him your body. Why wouldn’t he choose her?
~
Zoro may have been oblivious to your feelings, but he knew something was up. Normally, your eyes would be on him then he’d look up, catching the smile you sent his way. He missed sitting next to you for dinner, holding your thigh while you delicately traced the lines of his hand. Or when he’d just listen to you ramble. You always talked with so much fervor and enthusiasm, there was a certain smile at your lips, a kind of gleam in your eyes, and honestly?
He missed the sound of your voice.
So when you didn’t spare him a single glance, when you were quieter than usual, when you were going out of your way to ignore him?
That fucking hurt.
You were talking to Usopp, but he didn’t care. He just took your wrist, grunting out a gruff, “We need to talk.” You protested but he kept pulling you until you were behind the house you were in.
You finally pulled your wrist free, “Zoro what the hell—“
“No you what the hell (name). What’s your problem?” Straight to the point. He was pissed, and all he wanted was you. He needed you to get over whatever it was that was making act distant, so he needed answers immediately.
“I don’t think we should have sex anymore.”
But he wasn’t expecting that.
You must’ve seen a hundred emotions play in his eyes. Mostly anger, frustration, hurt. Yeah, he looked hurt, more so than you imagined. He shook his head, looking at you with disbelief and brows deeply furrowed, more so than usual, “What?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. Why did you say that? Take it back. Tell him you missed him. Tell you’re so stupidly in love past the point of no-return.
But instead you began, “We haven’t seen each other in a while, and—“
“Because you chose to save that pervert shit head.”
“Can I say my piece?” and he let you, silently waiting for you to explain, “I just… I know my worth, and I’m not just going to wait around and be an easy fuck whenever it’s convenient for you.”
Is that what you thought? He looked offended, “Do you seriously believe I’m using you like that?”
Your heart quickened as your pout deepend, “Don’t patronize me Zoro. I see how you let that girl cling to you, and how you’re so eager to protect her. I don’t care if you’ve caught feelings for her or what, but I don't want to wait around just to be another body to your count.”
“So this is about Hiyori. What do you expect of me? If you haven’t noticed, people are trying to kill her and she can’t fight for herself. Quit being childish and jealous.”
Now you were pissed, and physically nauseous, and all you wanted to do was throw something at him but all you had were your bitter words, “I know you slept with her asshole.”
A wave of shock washed over his face before he put the pieces together, “Brook.”
“Yeah, Brook,” you felt the stinging sensation in your eyes, you didn’t want to cry. Not in front of Zoro, not for Zoro. But as soon as you turned he caught your wrist, but you stayed facing away from him.
“She crawled next to me when I was already asleep, without my permission, but that’s all that happened— just sleep, no sex.”
By the absoluteness in his tone, you knew it was the truth. He has no reason to lie, but that didn’t stop the thoughts of them together from corrupting your mind. Still faced away from him, with slow tears finding their way to the ground, “Does she mean something to you?”
“Not like you do.”
“Look at me,” He turned you to him, cupping your face in his large, calloused hands, thumbing the tears off of your soft, moonlit features.
He wanted to say it, the feelings that he felt long before Sabaody. The words that played at the edge of his lips whenever his mind clouded with bliss, buried cock deep as you squeezed so perfectly around him, for him. The amount of times he wanted to tell you what you truly meant to him always overshadowed the doubts of you leaving if he ever let his feelings known. Though, he thought you had to have known. He thought it was obvious in his actions, but you clearly had no clue. Zoro needed you to know exactly what he felt for you, but words were tricky. So he confessed in the way he knew best.
He kissed you, not in the fast, heated way before he claimed you. It was slow, deep, he imprinted the taste of his tongue on yours.
When you parted, you laughed, but it came out as a sob, allowing yourself the full cry your body so painfully yearned.
“Ah jeez,” he wiped away the new tears, but they didn’t relent, “Why are you crying?”
“Cause, stupid swordsman, I—“
Tell him.
“I love you.”
His eyes snapped to yours.
“Say that again.”
“Stupid swordsman.”
He pouted, “Not that—“
“I love you.”
He moved against your lips with more fervor and urgency, translating the hidden words he felt so deeply in his being, holding you as close he possibly could.
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