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[vission-kid]

Hello and Welcome! You can call me Vision or V, I’m an illustrator and (fanfic) writer!

I also make One Piece x listeners on Twitter!

Current Fandom: One Piece.

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[murphmurphthejerk]

Came across this gorgeous shot of Universals Sanji (one of them. I think there was two??) & after checking out his Instagram (it's his business one i'm no creep lmao) I'm very happy to report that not only is he a girl dad, but he seems to be very doting on his wife.

How VERY Sanji of him.

Again, perfect casting. I wish him nothing but good vibes forever. The Sanji we deserves tbh.

[murphmurphthejerk]

Came across this gorgeous shot of Universals Sanji (one of them. I think there was two??) & after checking out his Instagram (it's his business one i'm no creep lmao) I'm very happy to report that not only is he a girl dad, but he seems to be very doting on his wife.

How VERY Sanji of him.

Again, perfect casting. I wish him nothing but good vibes forever. The Sanji we deserves tbh.

[softhandz]

40s!older!strawhat crew x afab!reader

18+ mdni

this thought came into my head this morning so i had to write this real quick so ignore mistakes please and thank you!

been thinking about older!strawhat crew (in thejr 40s) who are all retired and enjoying their lives.

all of them are a bit more relaxed and not seeking adventures as aggressively as they did in their youth. they’ve all reached their goals, and are just basking in the success that they’ve finally reached.

they have semi-regular meetings where they all meet up and hang out with one another, and it almost feels like it did when they were all young, just starting on the journey.

while it’s never the same mixture or grouping, everyone always tries to make at least one meeting. regardless of how many years have passed, these people helped them in some of the darkest times, and were there for decades of their life.

this time it’s the original 5 crew members, all enjoying the relaxed company that comes with knowing people so long. they met at sanji’s restaurant, as the chef didn’t want to leave it for too long once it’s finally started drawing in a consistent crowd.

they’re exchanging stories, sharing drinks, engaged with the newest dramatized version of one of their old tales told by usopp, as a sort of silence fell over them.

they thought that they’ve done it all, had it all. this is all there is to life now. they enjoy their own lives, enjoy these moments and wait for the end to come.

they’ve come to terms with it, they’ve had more than their share of adventure, so if they live a boring older life, well it is what it is.

at least, that’s what they thought until you walked into the restaurant and immediately drew their attention.

you were sweet, smiling at the bartender that sanji had hand selected, seemingly oblivious to the various looks you received from people that littered around.

from the vip area on the second floor, they had a clear view of the skin your outfit showed, the shorter hemlines of the top and pants that you wore.

you were practically a vision, and a forbidden desire for them, for the most important aspect about you, is how you look to be half their age.

but as you turned around in your seat, surveying the restaurant while your drink was being made, you finally saw them.

and the way your eyes widened when you looked at them and the way you couldn’t look away from them for longer than 10 minutes, made the thought of the age difference disappear

because it had been a very long time since anyone had looked at them like they were something to be discovered, instead of something already known.

[reinerismwrld]

my prince, my heart will always belong to you 🩵

[strawberrychansora]

I have another idea where reader gets up in the middle of the night craving some snacks and Sanji wakes up alone in bed. He gets super worried and searches for her everywhere only to find her in the kitchen sitting next to the fridge and happily enjoying her snacks 🥰

Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy this bestie! <3

🥰 Midnight Snack, Full heart meal

Sanji x pregnant fem!reader (fluff)

Sanji Masterlist • One Piece Masterlist

The clock on the wall blinked 2:37 a.m.

The ship was quiet, waves gently rocking the floor beneath the bedroom.

And Sanji?

Sanji was spiraling.

Because when he reached out to wrap his arms around you in his sleep—

You weren’t there.

The blanket was still warm, your scent lingering—

But the bed was empty.

He sat up instantly, heart thudding. “Mon amour…?”

No answer.

Panic bloomed in his chest. You were pregnant. Very pregnant. You weren’t supposed to be up and wandering around the ship alone—what if you slipped? What if you fainted? What if you needed him and he was snoring like a fool?!

He was up and out of bed in two seconds, barefoot and shirt loose as he searched every hallway in escalating distress. The crow’s nest? Empty. The lounge? No sign. The bathroom? Also empty.

Finally—he stopped in front of the galley door.

And there, illuminated in the faint golden glow of the fridge light…

…you were sitting on the floor, legs tucked under you, surrounded by snack wrappers and an open jar of pickles, humming contentedly to yourself as you dipped a cookie in applesauce.

Sanji froze in the doorway.

You looked up, mid-bite. “Hey, baby.”

He stared for a second—half-relieved, half-dramatically-offended. “Do you have any idea how close I was to having a heart attack?!”

You grinned guiltily. “Sorry. I got hungry.”

“You scared the life out of me!” he knelt down in front of you, brushing your hair back to check your face. “Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy? Is she kicking? Why didn’t you wake me?!”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you shrugged. “You were sleeping so peacefully.”

“I never want to sleep peacefully if you’re wandering the ship alone at 3 a.m.,” he muttered, but his voice was already softer. His hand moved gently to your bump, rubbing slow circles. “At least tell me you’re not eating anything dangerous.”

You held up the pickle-cookie combo proudly.

Sanji blinked. “Okay. That’s… new.”

“…Don’t judge me.”

He smiled. “Jamais. I’d die before I judged you.”

Then: “But would you maybe let me make you a little something to go with that? Something with, you know—vitamins?”

You nodded sheepishly.

Five minutes later, you were perched on the counter, swinging your legs as Sanji whipped up a warm, protein-packed omelet with a side of your weirdest cravings plated like it was fine dining.

He kissed your temple as he set the tray beside you. “There. Balance.”

You leaned into him with a tired smile. “You’re too good to me.”

“And you scare the hell out of me,” he teased, brushing your nose with his. “But I’d wake up a hundred times a night for you. Just please—next time? Let me walk with you. Or at least leave a note.”

“Deal,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him.

And after you finished your midnight snack feast—

You fell asleep right there on the kitchen couch, curled up in his arms, warm, full, and safe.

The fridge light stayed on a little longer.

So did Sanji’s smile.

[itsfumblebee]

Fire Fist!

I am a firm believer that when Ace has a s/o he won’t spare another person a moment of his time, and in the funniest way too.

In my missing Ace era

Having someone as attractive as Ace on your arm was bound to have its challenges. From freckles that mimicked the constellations glittering the night sky to muscles chiseled by the gods themselves, there’s a certain level of security required to loving Ace.

You have to know the man would never entertain another soul once entering a relationship with you. Fiercely loyal, unwavering in his adoration. His eyes search for in every corner of the world, whether you’re alongside him or not. His heart beats to the syllables of your name and swells ten times its size when you merely utter a word.

Bars were a regular occurrence for the Whitebeard pirates. When they weren’t out conquering the sea, they were engaged in parties—drinks and food and dance until the crack of dawn.

A particularly attractive woman sauntered towards Ace, clearly drunk.

“Hey, handsome, whatcha say we get out of here?”

Ace, physically unable to entertain the thought, replied in a nearly robotic voice. “My partner kills people.”

You coughed up your drink, turning towards Ace with an incredulous expression, his face remaining stoic; the man was serious as a heart attack.

The woman was taken aback. She gazed at Ace with quizzical eyes. Your man, clearly noticing she hadn’t taken the hint, turned in his chair to face you.

“Hi, hun. Gotta borrow you real quick.” He said, smiling a bright smile. But by the time he’d turned around to face the woman once more, this time with you wrapped in his arms, his expression went dark.

“I wouldn’t want to unleash the deadly force of my one true love.” Ace threatened. He held you out as though you were a kitten between his palms, air jailed.

You nodded your head in greeting, tilting your drink in the woman’s direction, “I’ve been known to kill on occasion.”

She scurried away, leaving you there In Ace’s lap. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and feathering his face in kisses.

“You’re such a dork.” You teased. He accepted it gratefully, returning your kisses with a flurry of his own.

“Only for you.”

And my, it’s far from the first time something like that had occurred.

“Hey there,” Another woman flirtatiously approached. “Aren’t you a sight.”

She traced a manicured nail along his bicep, planting her palm against his broad chest.

“Unhand me woman, I’m married!” Ace screeched, swiping her hand away as though it burned, flashing a toy ring you’d fake proposed to him with; having won it at a fair on an island a few months back.

But Ace took your faux proposal seriously, cherishing the ring that was a size too small and glittered red in the sunlight. The only time you’d ever seen him take it off was during a fight, worried he’d somehow burn it to ashes. His shorts had a designated compartment to carry it, and once business was handled he’d frantically fumble to find it again.

The woman took the hint, thankfully, and Ace fiddled with the ring, staring at it with a small smile. The sight had reminded him of you, of the love he wore as a badge of honor.

Deciding he’d had enough for the night, Ace took his (unpaid) beverage to go, running back to the ship so he could tell you all about the ring and how it’d saved him.

But your favorite occurrence of Ace curving women was one the entire crew told stories of to this day, your boyfriend’s face flushing red every time someone dared bring it up.

Ace was drunk.

Actually, that’s an understatement, Ace was wrecked. Speech slurring and body rocking back and forth. Marco and Thatch had thought it would be the best decision for Ace to turn in for the night, the imminent hangover that would eventually ensue sure to be a whirlwind.

You agreed, letting Ace know you were gonna grab some food to go then you’d head out—the man was always starving after a night at the bar.

Ace stood in the center of the dance floor, lazily swaying to the music as his mind conjured thoughts of you. He’s an affectionate drunk, all cuddles and sloppy kisses. Marco once scoured an entire island in search of you because an intoxicated Ace was throwing a tantrum regarding your absence, body flickering in and out of flame.

Now, as he dreamt up cuddling with you beneath a mountain of sheets—takeout shared between you—he couldn’t have been happier.

That is, until someone had to go and ruin his fun.

A woman scarcely dressed swayed alongside Ace, mimicking his lazy dance moves and adding her own exaggeration. The man didn’t notice at first, far too caught up in his thoughts of you. So she shimmied closer, body a mere few feet away from Ace.

This, he noticed. Not thinking much of it, Ace scooted away. But she followed, closing the distance even more than before. Again, Ace tried to keep space between them.

But upon her third attempt, Ace panicked, not wanting to be around anyone but you for a moment longer.

Thus, the interaction he can never seem to live down:

In a high-pitched voice, Ace squealed for the entire bar to behold.

“Woman, you’re way too close, fire fist!”

A surge of fire erupted in his hand. He threw the flame down in the small space between their shoes, a plume of fire separating them. Ace was satisfied, a smile on his lips and hands triumphant upon his hips.

The entire bar erupted in boisterous laughter. Meanwhile, takeout in hand, you fought back tears of amusement.

You watched your boyfriend frantically search around, eyes finally locking onto you and scrambling to your side. His arms wrapped protectively around your waist, practically whimpering as he whined for the two of you to leave.

You hummed, shifting the food into one hand and fluffing his hair.

“You alright?”

He huffed like a child, pushing himself further into your side. “She attempted my life.”

You laughed then, a full belly sound that ached your ribs and burned your lungs. Air felt as though it were in short supply, struggling to grasp what wisps you could.

“It’s not funny!” Ace defended, still violently intoxicated, words slurred like a ship on the sea. “I was defending our love!”

That made you stop, looking down at your lover and sighing.

How you loved that man. A burning pillar of everything you could’ve asked for and more. Love was simple with him, honest and passionate. He loved fiercely and was unapologetic in doing so. There’s never been a moment where you’ve questioned Ace’s feelings for you. He wore them proudly, his heart that called your name and cursed the heavens when you were away.

You kissed the top of his head, Ace visibly softening beneath the gesture. He rose then, cupping your cheeks and pressing a burning kiss upon your lips. The scent of alcohol and the flaming sea filled your senses, the two of you mingling, meshing into a single being of desire.

“Let’s go home.” You spoke softly, breaking away from the kiss.

Ace nodded in agreement. “Only if I get cuddles.”

The two of you departed from the bar hand in hand, the night sky and summer breeze guiding you back to the ship.

“You’re sharing that food, right?”

“Yes, Ace. Always.”

[strawberrychansora]

I have another idea where reader gets up in the middle of the night craving some snacks and Sanji wakes up alone in bed. He gets super worried and searches for her everywhere only to find her in the kitchen sitting next to the fridge and happily enjoying her snacks 🥰

Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy this bestie! <3

🥰 Midnight Snack, Full heart meal

Sanji x Pregnant Reader | Pregnancy Cravings | Fluff | Worried Husband Hours

The clock on the wall blinked 2:37 a.m.

The ship was quiet, waves gently rocking the floor beneath the bedroom.

And Sanji?

Sanji was spiraling.

Because when he reached out to wrap his arms around you in his sleep—

You weren’t there.

The blanket was still warm, your scent lingering—

But the bed was empty.

He sat up instantly, heart thudding. “Mon amour…?”

No answer.

Panic bloomed in his chest. You were pregnant. Very pregnant. You weren’t supposed to be up and wandering around the ship alone—what if you slipped? What if you fainted? What if you needed him and he was snoring like a fool?!

He was up and out of bed in two seconds, barefoot and shirt loose as he searched every hallway in escalating distress. The crow’s nest? Empty. The lounge? No sign. The bathroom? Also empty.

Finally—he stopped in front of the galley door.

And there, illuminated in the faint golden glow of the fridge light…

…you were sitting on the floor, legs tucked under you, surrounded by snack wrappers and an open jar of pickles, humming contentedly to yourself as you dipped a cookie in applesauce.

Sanji froze in the doorway.

You looked up, mid-bite. “Hey, baby.”

He stared for a second—half-relieved, half-dramatically-offended. “Do you have any idea how close I was to having a heart attack?!”

You grinned guiltily. “Sorry. I got hungry.”

“You scared the life out of me!” he knelt down in front of you, brushing your hair back to check your face. “Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy? Is she kicking? Why didn’t you wake me?!”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you shrugged. “You were sleeping so peacefully.”

“I never want to sleep peacefully if you’re wandering the ship alone at 3 a.m.,” he muttered, but his voice was already softer. His hand moved gently to your bump, rubbing slow circles. “At least tell me you’re not eating anything dangerous.”

You held up the pickle-cookie combo proudly.

Sanji blinked. “Okay. That’s… new.”

“…Don’t judge me.”

He smiled. “Jamais. I’d die before I judged you.”

Then: “But would you maybe let me make you a little something to go with that? Something with, you know—vitamins?”

You nodded sheepishly.

Five minutes later, you were perched on the counter, swinging your legs as Sanji whipped up a warm, protein-packed omelet with a side of your weirdest cravings plated like it was fine dining.

He kissed your temple as he set the tray beside you. “There. Balance.”

You leaned into him with a tired smile. “You’re too good to me.”

“And you scare the hell out of me,” he teased, brushing your nose with his. “But I’d wake up a hundred times a night for you. Just please—next time? Let me walk with you. Or at least leave a note.”

“Deal,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him.

And after you finished your midnight snack feast—

You fell asleep right there on the kitchen couch, curled up in his arms, warm, full, and safe.

The fridge light stayed on a little longer.

So did Sanji’s smile.

[starrythespacecat]

You don't know how much I love sanji..,,,,,

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[vission-kid]

I just began the LOTR trilogy and now I understand why some people are crazy about it

[arixella]

Can you do a strawhat's x reader who has horns,and is a younger crew member,and the crew often grabs her by her horns to steer her around because she has a horrible sense of direction. And one day her horns are molting and one of the crew members goes to grab them and they fall off and chaos ensues

Handle With Care

╰┈➤ pairing: Strawhats x g/n! reader

a/n: none

summary: When the Straw Hat crew’s youngest member — known for their terrible sense of direction and horn “steering handles” — unexpectedly sheds their horns mid-molt, chaos erupts on the Sunny as everyone thinks Luffy broke them.

wc: 890

contains: humor, straw hat chaos, gentle teasing, fluff

You were the youngest of the Straw Hat crew and, by some bizarre twist of fate, also the only one with horns.

Not the metaphorical kind either — real, curved, slightly glittery horns that sprouted from either side of your head. They weren’t exactly intimidating. More like handles. Decorative, adorable handles. Which, unfortunately for you, made them the perfect thing for your crewmates to grab whenever your horrendous sense of direction kicked in.

Which was… all the time.

"Left, (Y/N), left!" Nami groaned, yanking gently on your right horn to redirect you as you confidently marched straight into a storage closet.

"That's my left!" you protested.

"Your other left," Zoro deadpanned from where he was napping against a barrel. “Idiot.”

"That’s rich coming from you!" you yelled back, only to yelp as Sanji casually grabbed both horns and pivoted you toward the kitchen.

"Food’s that way, sweetheart. Try not to end up in the crow’s nest again.”

"THAT HAPPENED ONE TIME!"

They never let you live it down. Your horns had become something like the ship’s unofficial steering wheel. Luffy tugged on them to lead you to cool bugs. Usopp used them like binocular stands. Robin had once spun you like a chair just to see if she could (she could, and you threw up afterward).

But today... today was different.

Today, your horns were molting.

You weren’t quite sure what that meant — you’d never been through it before. They’d started aching a little that morning, a dull throb that worsened every time someone even looked at them. And the base had started to feel…loose? Wiggly?

You told Chopper. He’d panicked immediately.

"YOU NEED REST!" he squeaked, fluttering around you in a tizzy. "DON’T LET ANYONE TOUCH THEM, THEY COULD FALL OFF MID-MOLT—"

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Luffy called as he jogged up behind you on the deck, oblivious.

Oh no.

“WAIT—” you and Chopper both yelled.

Too late.

Luffy’s hands latched onto your horns, ready to steer you toward the mystery meat Sanji was cooking.

POP.

Your horns came clean off.

Luffy stood there, stunned, holding them like TV remotes.

You stood there, frozen, staring at his hands.

Chopper screamed.

Luffy screamed.

You screamed.

“THEY FELL OFF—” Luffy wailed, waving them in the air like broken twigs. “WHAT DO I DO?? DID I BREAK YOU?? AM I A MURDERER NOW??”

“I’M GONNA DIE!!!” you cried, clutching your head in horror. “I’M GOING BALD!!”

Usopp sprinted over at full speed. “Did they BREAK YOUR SKULL?! IS THAT BONE?!”

Sanji dropped a plate of curry and Zoro’s nap was over in a second. Robin calmly walked over and inspected the scene like a scientist observing an alien autopsy.

“They appear to be molting. Fascinating.”

“FASCINATING?!” Luffy yelped. “I BROKE OUR CREW’S BABY!! I’M NOT CAPTAIN MATERIAL!”

“They grow back, right?” Franky asked, now holding a wrench like he could fix the situation if needed.

“YES!” Chopper finally managed, waving his hooves. “Yes! It’s natural! They molt once every few years—sort of like a snake shedding skin! BUT YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO YANK THEM—”

Everyone froze.

You were hyperventilating into a towel as Brook gently held your hand and sang you a soothing tune about being hornless but beautiful.

Luffy looked at the horns in his hands. Then at you. Then at the crew. Then, like the true Straw Hat captain he was, he marched over and tried to stick them back on.

“Here! Just—just hold still—”

“Luffy, no—”

Too late. He slapped them against your head. They slid off and hit your shoulder.

“Okay that didn’t work.”

Robin covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. Zoro absolutely did not try to hide his. Sanji offered you ice cream.

You ended up spending the rest of the day in a hammock, wearing a little sunhat to cover your tender, hornless head, with Chopper hovering nearby and Luffy bringing you snacks every five minutes out of guilt.

“Do you still love me even if I’m bald?” you sniffled, holding the horns like precious baby teeth.

“You’re not bald, (Y/N),” Nami sighed, patting your shoulder. “You’re just…under construction.”

“Can I… keep the horns?” Usopp asked. “For… scientific reasons.”

“Absolutely not,” said the entire crew in unison.

That night, you found your horns neatly displayed on your shelf with a tiny sign: “DO NOT TOUCH – FRAGILE BABY IS REGENERATING.”

Courtesy of Luffy.

You groaned, face in pillow, already dreading the next molt.

But somewhere deep down, you were kinda glad to be the only one with horns on this chaotic, loving mess of a crew.

Even if they did use you like a steering wheel.

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© 2025 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

[vission-kid]

Y/N x OP characters AU

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Music always gives me inspiration to make stories and new characters. I blame Shadows Of Evil from Black Ops 3 (but in a good way!)

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Sanji: The Butler

Zoro: The Bodyguard

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SO. Imma make yall delulu because that soundtrack made me imagine Y/N (you) being the self made boss of whatever successful company you run, and have OP men work for you. Sanji being your Butler, and Zoro being your dangerous bodyguard.

As you see, I definitely plan to draw more now that the semester is over and I have PLENTY of time to draw now FINALLY so…yea im happy that I now have inspiration again from way back when I used to post religiously.

Going back to drawing: Please give me ideas for who should be the next character for Y/N and what their role can be.

Planned:

Luffy: Paid companion???

Ace: Bodyguard 2

Sabo: Researcher

Law: Personal Doctor

Shanks: Partnering associate (Company collab)

Idk PLEASE IM BAD AT ROLES

[kotaro-yumekuma]

✨ A collection of moments that prove (again and again) Marco is the ultimate super-darling boyfriend 💛 Whether it’s the little things or the big gestures, he’s always taking care of you in his own way 😌🔥

[vission-kid]

I read a one shot book a while back that Ace would most definitely send a…Risqué video to Y/n if they wanted him to.

So I imagined Marco and Thatch needed to borrow their laptop for a bit and Y/n forgot to close a a certain tab that night. (I thought it was funny)

My semester is almost over I PROMISE!!!!

I spent 2 hours making this instead of my class Essay so be great full (I’m kidding, but seriously)

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@z3llous

[vission-kid]

Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

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[ask-the-marimozoro]

Does sanji ever go heart eyes at you like he does women?? Does mans do his funky little pervert scene for you?

“Despite the fact that we are a couple, he has never done anything close to that and I highly doubt Curly would ever swoon like that towards me (not like I care either. It is weird to watch).

Even though he’s softened up around me after all this time and we’ve gotten into a different dynamic in private, I am a man, that little show is to impress women.”

[baka-tsuki-deactivated20240106]

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Removing fake eyelashes in front of One piece characters ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

❥ Roronoa Zoro ⋮⋮ Vinsmoke Sanji ⋮⋮ Trafalgar Law ⋮⋮ Portgas D. Ace ⋮⋮ Shanks ⋮⋮ Doflamingo

Go to ⤷ [Main Masterlist]

❥ Roronoa Zoro

Zoro: Ah!! Y/n !!!! Fuck ! The hell ?!

Y/n: What the hell you yellin' for you dumbass!?

Zoro: y-y-your eyes!! Wh-wh-?!

Y/n: It's fake eyelashes you idiot you scared the shit out of me...!

Zoro: ... Fake?

Y/n: Wanna try?

Zoro: ... *considers* OK but... just one eye.

Y/n : . . . -_- well duh.

❥ Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji: It amazes me how beautiful you are darling~

Y/n: oww... Even without those?

Sanji: Oh sweetheart ~ you don't need any of these accessories to be perfect ! *covers you in kisses*

❥ Portgas D. Ace :

Ace: *stares*

Y/n: ... You okay babe?

Ace : Yeah... *stares more intensly*

Y/n: *sighs*

Ace: *comes closer, with puppy eyes*

Y/n: Alright! I get it! Sit down.

Ace: Yeah thanks baby! I want the long ones!

❥ Shanks :

Shanks: *sees eyelashes from afar on the nightsand*

Y/n: *enters the room after a shower* Hey babe -

Shanks: Oh hey beautiful, *Takes off his sandals, throw it to kill it*

Y/n: Shanks... You're lucky I love you.

❥ Trafalgar Law :

Law: So that's how it works?

Y/n: Hmm, hmm just glue them and take em off.

Law: You know, I can give you permanent one if you want.

Y/n: Ah? You mean... Taking them from someone else?

Law: Yes, that's how it works. Just find some pair you like I'll take care of it.

Y/n: ... I want Don flamingos'.

Law: ... Not him.

Y/n: ... Big Mom's?

Law: You brat.

❥ Doflamingo

Doflamingo: That's disgusting.

Y/n: So are you Doffy.

Doflamingo: I'm not the one who needs fake ass lashes. *bat's his long lashes at you*

Y/n: Yaaas queen slay ! *laughs mockingly*

Don flamingo: *clicks his fingers* Slay. Bitch. *Sashay away*

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