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hello! I saw some of your posts and was wondering if u could wright something with sanji from one piece where the reader is also a chef? Like escoffier from genshin impact. But like she has the same looks and vibe cause I was looking at her trailer or something and she only scolded the male cooks when they did bad and I LOVED that PLEASEE try to make this! Established relationship pls, thank u!

this sounds nice! im not quite familiar w the charac mentioned, tho i looked her up, soo its not much but hope u enjoy this!

Fire in the Kitchen, Heart on the Line

Being in love with a fellow perfectionist chef isn’t always easy—especially when your kitchen becomes a battlefield. But with enough butter, banter, and a little love, Sanji and his fiery girlfriend might just make it through the heat.

sanji x Escoffier!reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, soft romance, ooc(?) a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff a bit cringe, akward, and confusing word count: 1k

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The kitchen on the Thousand Sunny was unusually quiet—until a sharp clatter echoed off the walls.

“You call that a brunoise?” your voice rang, sharp as a blade slicing through bone.

Usopp flinched, the knife slipping out of his hand. “I—I was just—”

“No excuses. These cubes are uneven enough to offend geometry itself.” You folded your arms, pristine gloves still white despite the chaos around you. “Throw it out and start again.”

Zoro, seated at the table with a skewer half-loaded with meat, muttered under his breath, “It’s a miracle you two haven’t killed each other in that kitchen yet.”

Sanji entered just then, whistling cheerfully, a towel slung over his shoulder. The moment he caught sight of you—your meticulously tied hair, that commanding glare you reserved only for the incompetent male cooks on board—his eyes lit up with hearts, and his feet nearly floated off the ground.

“Ma chérie~!” he sang, sliding behind you and planting a kiss on your cheek before dodging the spatula you halfheartedly lifted to swat him.

“Sanji,” you said in your signature calm-but-deadly tone, “I told you not to interfere when I’m teaching.”

“I’m not interfering, my love~ I’m admiring.”

“You’re lucky I like you,” you muttered, finally allowing the smile that had been threatening your lips to peek through. “Now get Usopp another carrot before I use his nose as a cutting board.”

“Right away~ Goddess of Gastronomy!” he said, twirling toward the pantry.

You sighed, pressing two fingers to your temple. Life aboard the Sunny was nothing if not chaotic.

And Sanji? He was the eye of your storm, and somehow the hurricane too.

It had been four months since you and Sanji had made your relationship official—not that the rest of the crew hadn’t seen it coming. From the moment you stepped aboard the Sunny, knives flashing and heels clicking like war drums, you and Sanji had danced around each other like rival chefs in a culinary showdown.

Your reputation had preceded you. Known in the South Blue as "Escoffier" your dishes were renowned for their flawless precision, complex flavor pairings, and an almost terrifying level of discipline. Especially toward men. Male chefs, in particular, bore the brunt of your cutting critiques. You didn’t hold back—and you certainly didn’t tolerate mediocrity.

But Sanji? He was different. He matched you plate for plate, idea for idea. And beneath all his dramatic fawning and over-the-top flirting, you had discovered something rare.

Respect.

He listened when you spoke about your work. He valued your opinions. And above all, he didn’t take it personally when you yelled at him for burning the beurre blanc.

(Well—he pouted, but only for a moment. Then he’d get right back to whisking.)

That afternoon, the kitchen was alive with rhythm. You and Sanji moved in tandem, a pair of dancers trained not in waltz but in whisk and flame.

“Ladle,” you said.

“Ladle,” he replied, handing it over.

“Temp check on the lamb?”

“Fifty-two Celsius. Medium-rare in five.”

You turned your head to glance at him, and the two of you paused, catching each other in the moment.

“You’ve got sauce on your cheek,” you said.

“So do you,” he answered, voice softer than it had any right to be.

He wiped your cheek with his thumb. You dabbed his chin with a towel. And then, just as naturally, he leaned in to steal a kiss.

Nami’s voice broke the moment. “Ugh, seriously? You two are gonna make me lose my appetite.”

You didn’t even look back. “Good. More for us.”

That night, Sanji insisted on preparing dinner himself, claiming he wanted to "treat the queen of his kitchen like the royalty she is."

You allowed it—reluctantly.

But as the aromas filled the galley—roasted duck with plum glaze, golden dauphinoise potatoes, and sautéed green beans with garlic and lemon—you couldn’t help but watch him closely from the doorway.

He had removed his jacket, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his golden hair tucked behind his ear. His focus was intense, his movements precise. You knew he was trying to impress you. Even now. Especially now.

And it was working.

When he caught you staring, he grinned. “Enjoying the view, darling?”

“I’m mentally rating your performance,” you replied, though the warmth in your voice betrayed you.

“Out of ten?”

“Six.”

“Six?!”

“You docked three points for putting the duck skin down too early. And one for letting the fond burn—again.”

He dramatically clutched his chest. “You wound me.”

You stepped into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He turned his head, his lips brushing your forehead. “I know.”

Later that night, after the meal had been devoured and Luffy had fallen asleep mid-dessert, you and Sanji found yourselves alone on the deck.

The sea was calm, the moonlight painting silver trails across the waves.

Sanji sat with his back against the railing, you curled against his side, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you ever think,” he murmured, “about opening a restaurant together someday?”

You blinked. “Like… an actual building? Four walls? Guests?”

“Yeah. Something quiet. Cozy. Somewhere we can work together every day and still kiss between courses.”

You smiled. “And scold the interns together.”

His laughter rumbled in his chest. “I’ll be the bad cop this time. You can be the terrifying angel of death.”

“I always am.”

He kissed the top of your head. “You’re perfect, you know?”

“No one’s perfect,” you said quietly. “Not even me.”

“You’re perfect for me. That’s better.”

As you watched the stars, warm in his embrace, you thought about everything the two of you had built. Not just the food. Not just the flirtation. But the trust. The balance. The unspoken understanding of two chefs who demanded excellence—and gave each other grace when they didn’t quite reach it.

In the kitchen, you were a storm. Outside of it, he was your shelter.

And together?

You were a fire that never burned out.

© mariah for the divider <3

The Ones Who Stayed Silent

They thought you didn’t know—but you saw everything, said nothing, and walked away with a shattered heart and silent grace… only to be seen again, happy and healed, with someone who would never make you feel like the only one.

shanks x reader | sanji x reader | ace x reader | ONE SHOT

tags: angst, sfw, ooc, heartbreak, cheating, betrayal

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff a bit cringe, akward, and confusing

word count: 3.9k

masterlist | ko-fi

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SHANKS

The sea was always loud around the Red Force. Wind in the sails, waves breaking across the bow, laughter from the crew. And yet, in moments like this — with your head tucked beneath Shanks’ chin and his arm wrapped around your waist — it felt like the whole world stilled just to let you breathe.

“You always sneak into my bed when it’s cold,” he teased, voice low and rough with sleep.

You smiled against his chest. “Because your furnace body hoards all the heat.”

“Furnace body,” he repeated with a chuckle, fingers drifting slowly down your spine. “You really know how to charm a man.”

“Mmhm. That’s why you keep me around.”

“Nah,” he murmured, lifting your chin with a curled finger. “I keep you around because you make everything better. Even the cold nights. Especially the bad ones.”

Your heart tightened with warmth. “Shanks…”

He leaned down and kissed you slow. Deep. Familiar.

“Love you, baby,” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours.

You didn’t say anything at first. You just melted into him, eyes fluttering shut.

“I love you, too.”

You didn’t realize the first warning sign had come days earlier — a moment you almost forgot.

You had been leaning over the railing, watching the stars reflect across the ocean when Shanks walked up beside you, his presence easy and radiant as always. You’d barely noticed the woman trailing behind him — one of the newer crew members, tall and silver-haired, her laugh like syrup as it spilled from her throat.

She was laughing at something he said. You didn’t catch the joke.

You gave him a look. Not angry. Just questioning.

He smiled and curled an arm around your shoulder like it meant nothing. “She’s new,” he explained casually. “Still getting used to the crew.”

“She seems to be adjusting just fine,” you replied.

He pulled you closer. “Hey. Don’t go getting jealous on me, baby.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Good.” He kissed your temple. “Because there’s no one else, alright? You know that.”

You nodded, even though a small part of you felt unsure.

He always made things feel safe again.

Three nights later, you brought him a drink in the captain’s quarters after dinner. He was at his desk, boots kicked up, talking with that same woman again — her knee pressed just slightly too close to his. They both looked up when you entered.

“Baby,” Shanks greeted, brightening immediately. “Perfect timing.”

She excused herself politely, offering a warm smile before slipping out the door. Shanks took the drink from your hand and tugged you into his lap without hesitation.

“She’s around a lot lately,” you said quietly.

“She’s an eager crewmate,” he shrugged, nuzzling into your neck. “What, you wanna get rid of her?”

“Don’t joke.”

“Hey.” His voice softened, and he turned your face to meet his. “There’s nothing going on. I promise. You believe me, right?”

“…Yeah.”

His lips brushed yours, slow and certain. “You’re the only one I want, baby. Always.”

You leaned into the kiss, letting the reassurance sink in.

Still, that night, you couldn’t fall asleep right away.

You started noticing more of it after that.

The way her eyes lingered on him when she thought you weren’t looking. The shared laughs during dinner. The time you caught her slipping out of his cabin early in the morning — she claimed she’d been dropping off maps.

You wanted to believe him. You tried.

But the ache in your chest started to bloom quietly. Slowly.

A small doubt that pressed harder with each soft “baby” he whispered — the very word that used to feel like a prayer now sounded like a lie.

Still, you said nothing.

You waited. You watched.

And then… you saw everything.

It was almost midnight when you approached his quarters.

You held a small cloth bundle in your hands — a gift you'd picked up from a small island earlier that week. A pair of rare sea-glass earrings. He’d admired them in passing. You wanted to surprise him.

You opened the door without knocking.

And there she was.

Her fingers tangled in his red hair. His lips trailing down her neck. His voice — low, teasing, affectionate.

“You feel so good, baby…”

You froze.

He didn’t see you.

You didn’t speak.

You just stood there. Long enough to burn the image into your mind. Long enough to feel your throat close, your heartbeat stutter, your entire body go numb.

Then, quietly, you closed the door.

You dropped the earrings into the sea later that night.

You didn’t sleep that night.

You sat on the edge of your bed for hours, staring at the moonlight bleeding through the porthole, your chest hollow, your limbs heavy. There were no tears. No rage.

Just silence.

You kept replaying his words — not the ones he said to her, but the ones he said to you.

“There’s no one else, baby. You’re the only one I want.”

Each lie sounded sweeter than the last.

You didn’t go to him. You didn’t want an apology. You didn’t want to hear his mouth twist the truth into something manageable. Because now you knew — every time he held you, he’d already chosen someone else.

So you wrote.

Your hand trembled at first. But as the words poured out, your chest began to lighten — like you were finally breathing again.

Shanks, I hope this letter finds you — though I know it will, because I’m leaving it on your bed. Right where I used to sleep. Right where she’s probably sleeping now. I saw you. I saw the way you touched her. The way you said “baby” like it still meant something. The same way you said it to me just days ago — when you kissed me good morning, when you laughed in my arms. It used to make me feel special. Now, it just makes me feel stupid. You told me not to worry. That she meant nothing. That I was the only one. You were so good at saying it. So gentle. So convincing. I wanted to believe you — God, I did. Because I loved you more than anything. More than reason. More than pride. But you looked at her the way you used to look at me. And I can’t forget that. So I’m leaving. Not because I want to hurt you. Not even because I hate you. But because I can’t stay and pretend I’m enough for you when you already decided I wasn’t. I hope the sea gives you peace. I hope you find what you’re looking for. And I hope — one day — you realize what you threw away. Because I would’ve given you everything. But now? Now, I’ll give myself the one thing you never could. Freedom. Goodbye, — Y/N

You left before sunrise.

The docks were quiet, the crew asleep, and your bag packed light. No goodbyes. No farewells. You just vanished — like mist over the sea.

Shanks woke with a lazy grin, his arm stretched across the bed to pull you closer—

But there was no one there.

Only the rustle of sheets. The ghost of warmth.

He sat up, rubbing at his eyes. Maybe you were getting breakfast. Or with the crew.

Then he noticed it: a small folded note on the pillow.

His name written in your handwriting.

His heart dropped before he even opened it.

And when he did…

The world collapsed.

He read every line once. Then again. Slower. Disbelieving.

“I saw you.” “You called her ‘baby.’” “You told me I was the only one.”

He was up in seconds, barefoot and shirtless, bursting through his cabin door.

“Y/N?!” His voice echoed down the corridor. “Y/N, wait—!”

No answer.

He stormed toward your room — empty. Searched the deck — nothing. Sprinted to the galley, the crow’s nest, the storage bay. Every familiar hiding spot. Every place you used to sit and smile at him like he was the only thing in your world.

“Have you seen Y/N?” he asked the crew, trying to keep his voice level.

“No, Captain,” came the confused reply. “Did something happen?”

He didn’t answer.

He barged back into the woman's quarter slamming the door behind him.

The woman — the one he’d betrayed you with — was still pulling on her coat lazily, as if nothing had happened.

“Hey, what’s all the noise—?”

“Get out.”

She blinked. “What?”

“I said get the hell out.” His voice was low, ragged, dangerous.

She laughed nervously. “Shanks, don’t be dramatic—”

“Out!” he roared, slamming his fist into the desk. The wood splintered. The room shook.

She scrambled, nearly tripping over herself as she fled.

And just like that, the silence returned.

He sank into the nearest chair, the note trembling in his hand.

You looked at her the way you used to look at me. I would’ve given you everything. Now, I’ll give myself the one thing you never could. Freedom.

Shanks closed his eyes, forehead resting on the crumpled page.

He tried to remember the last time he said he loved you — the last time you laughed in his arms. The last time you looked at him without doubt.

He’d called you baby with the same mouth that whispered it to someone else.

And now he couldn’t even call your name without shame.

The Red Force had never felt so quiet.

And Shanks had never felt so empty.

You found work on a merchant vessel at first. Later, you traveled alone. You didn’t speak of him. You didn’t speak of you. You let time do what it does best — wear grief down to a dull ache.

Until one day, someone else came into your orbit.

Dracule Mihawk was not the kind of man who chased after affection. But he noticed you — the quiet way you watched the world, the grief you wore like armor, the strength you didn’t flaunt.

He didn’t ask for your story. He just stayed long enough for you to offer it.

And when you did, he listened.

He didn’t make you promises. He didn’t call you “baby.” He simply treated you like you mattered.

He touched you with reverence. Looked at you with intention.

Loved you without lies.

And somehow, that was enough.

A Year Later

The festival lights painted the harbor gold, laughter echoing between stalls and taverns as music played softly in the distance. You walked beside Mihawk, his coat draped over your shoulders, your fingers laced with his.

You smiled — a real, easy thing — as he said something dry and clever under his breath, pulling a laugh from you. You leaned into him without thinking.

Then you felt it.

That weight. That familiar gravity.

You turned your head and saw him.

Shanks.

Standing beneath a lantern near the docks, cloaked in shadow but unmistakably there. His red hair tousled by the wind. His body frozen.

His eyes — wide, stunned, hollow — locked on yours like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

You didn’t flinch.

You didn’t look away.

You simply turned slightly toward Mihawk and pressed your lips softly to his cheek, your hand never leaving his. Mihawk didn’t ask. He didn’t have to. His grip on you tightened just slightly, grounding you.

Shanks took a step forward.

But then… he stopped.

His mouth opened like he might speak — but no words came. There was nothing he could say that wouldn’t arrive a year too late.

So you let the silence say it all.

You gave him one last look. Calm. Final. Then you turned and walked away, leaving him rooted to the edge of the world he once ruled.

He had seen a thousand sunsets at sea. Watched a thousand tides roll in. Weathered storms and battles and death itself.

But nothing ever gutted him like seeing you again — whole, radiant, untouchable.

You weren’t sad anymore.

You weren’t his anymore.

You had Mihawk. And Shanks could see it in every step, every touch, every soft smile you gave the other man — the peace he once swore to protect, now in someone else’s hands.

And the worst part?

You didn’t hate him.

You just didn’t care anymore.

And that, somehow, hurt more than any scream or slap ever could.

He stood there long after you disappeared into the crowd. Alone. Cold. Remembering the way your voice used to sound when you whispered, “I love you.”

And for the first time in his life, Shanks had no idea how to get something back.

Because you were gone.

And you weren’t coming back.

SANJI

The sun kissed the shores of a quiet island nestled along the Grand Line, where the Straw Hat crew had docked for rest and resupply. You sat on a small stone wall beside Sanji, a paper cone of roasted chestnuts between you, your legs swinging gently. His hand brushed yours now and again, but he never held it. You never said anything about that.

“Try this one,” he said, lifting a particularly dark, caramelized chestnut to your lips. You laughed and leaned forward to take it, but he tugged it back teasingly. “Say please.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Please, my oh-so-generous chef.”

“That’s more like it,” he grinned, letting you take it before resting his chin in his hand, eyes soft. “How did I get lucky enough to end up with someone like you, huh?”

The words stung.

Because you’d started to notice the way he said the same line to other women when he thought you weren’t listening. When he thought your back was turned. When you were supposedly out with Nami and Robin.

But you smiled. You always did. That’s what love looked like, didn’t it? Smiling even when your chest cracked.

Later that evening, the crew checked into a humble inn on the island’s edge. Nami and Robin wanted to browse the market, and they invited you along, but your head hurt and your heart hurt more, so you declined.

“Don’t wait up, we might stay out late,” Nami warned with a wink.

You waved them off and headed to your shared room with Sanji, telling yourself you’d rest, maybe write in your journal, maybe stop thinking about how the past few weeks felt like soft unraveling.

But Sanji wasn’t there. And the window was open. You stepped closer and overheard his voice—soft, but excited.

“…She’s out shopping. We should hurry before she comes back.”

Your heart dropped.

You froze in place, hand still resting on the windowsill. Another voice answered, female, flirty. You didn’t need to see her to know.

You sat on the bed and waited. You waited because you needed to see his face when he walked through that door. Needed to see what kind of lie he’d come up with. Needed confirmation for the truth you already knew.

It was nearly midnight when the door creaked open. Sanji looked surprised, almost guilty—but he caught himself too quickly.

“Oh—you're still up, my love?” he said smoothly. “Sorry, I thought you went out with the girls.”

You didn’t answer. You just looked at him.

He walked over and sat beside you on the bed, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You okay?”

Still, silence.

He blinked, then tilted his head in concern. “You’re quiet tonight.”

You smiled. That same practiced smile you always wore. “Just tired.”

Sanji kissed your forehead and stood to change into his nightshirt, humming something under his breath. As if nothing had happened.

You left the next morning.

No confrontation. No fight. No angry tears.

Just a note.

Sanji, You used to look at me like I was your world. I should’ve known you just liked seeing your reflection in mine. I don’t even know what to say. I thought I knew you. I thought we had something. I thought you were different. But I know now—don’t I? I heard your words—your promises. You said, “We should hurry, while she’s out.” I never thought you could do this. Not to me. Maybe I’ve always been too trusting. Maybe I’ve been a fool. You lied with the kind of smile that made me question if I imagined it all. But I didn’t. I’m not mad. I’m heartbroken—there’s a difference. And the saddest part is, I would’ve forgiven you if you’d just told me the truth. But you let me rot in love alone. Don’t look for me. This is me leaving. Goodbye, Sanji. — Y/N

He found the note before breakfast. He read it once. Twice. Then again, each time slower. Robin noticed his shaking hand. Zoro asked where you were. Sanji couldn’t speak.

By midday, he was running through the island streets. Every alley. Every stall. He asked locals. Showed them your sketch.

No one had seen you.

You were gone. Completely. Like you’d never been there at all.

One Year Later

Rain lashed the docks of a bustling medical harbor. The Thousand Sunny had taken damage, and they stopped at a renowned doctor’s island to repair and rest.

Sanji didn’t smile as much these days. He still flirted, but half-heartedly, like a ghost of who he once was. Everyone noticed. No one said much.

He stood at the market stalls, bartering for fresh seafood when his heart stopped.

Because he saw you.

Hair a little longer. A warm coat drawn around your shoulders. Eyes brighter than they had any right to be.

You were laughing.

And beside you stood Trafalgar Law, umbrella tilted above you both, hand casually resting on your back as he pointed to a bouquet of herbs.

Sanji dropped the fish.

He couldn’t move.

Couldn’t breathe.

He watched as you reached for Law’s hand, how he intertwined your fingers like it was second nature, like he had every right to. How you smiled at him like Sanji had only ever dreamed of.

Law said something, and you leaned into him, nodding, face soft with affection.

Sanji turned away.

He made it two steps before the weight in his chest buckled him. He stumbled into an alley and pressed a hand against the wall, gasping.

Tears fell freely.

He didn’t go back to the ship until sunset.

That night, there was another note. Not from you, but written long ago. One he’d found after too much wine.

A passage you’d once written in your journal, now burned into his mind.

“You called me baby like I was the only one. But I wasn’t. I was just the only one who stayed.”

ACE

Smoke curled into the sky like ghosts of promises you once believed. The air on Karavel Island was thick with ash and gunpowder—another battlefield in Ace’s chaotic, flame-laced life. But this was your life, too. You’d followed him here. Again.

“Over here!” Ace called, waving at you through the debris with a wide grin, flames dancing around his arms. “Bet you can’t beat my body count today!”

You rolled your eyes but jogged toward him anyway, heart tugging like it always did. He looked good with soot smudging his cheek and fire lighting up the storm in his eyes. Alive. Dangerous. The kind of man who kissed like the world was ending—and maybe it always was.

“You burn it all down yet?” you teased, reaching his side.

“Nah, was waiting for you,” he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “Where’s the fun without you?”

And for a second, it was perfect.

Until that second ended.

It was the small things. Always the small things.

The way he took longer and longer to return from missions. The way he stopped writing when he was gone. The way he still called you “baby,” but his eyes didn’t stay on yours for long.

You didn’t want to doubt him. Not Ace. Not the man who held you when you cried, who called you his home.

But then came the night at the underground tavern.

You were helping a wounded civilian upstairs when you heard it—his voice, muffled, laughing. A giggle answered him. A girl’s voice. Slurred. Familiar.

You paused on the stairwell, heart already sinking.

“…Come on,” Ace’s voice teased. “We don’t have much time.”

Your breath caught.

“I shouldn’t,” she whispered back.

“You’re the one who kissed me first,” Ace said, and your world tilted.

Silence.

Then another giggle.

Then the sound of lips meeting.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. Not even when the world twisted inside you. Not even when the lantern on the wall flickered like it knew the fire inside you had gone out.

You didn’t say anything when he came back to your shared room that night.

He acted normal—like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just touched someone else and then come to lie beside you.

You stared at the ceiling until he fell asleep.

In the morning, you were gone.

Ace, You once told me that fire doesn’t choose what it burns—it just does. I used to think that was poetry. Now I know it was a warning. You burned me, Ace. Not all at once. Just a little every day until I didn’t recognize my own heart anymore. I heard you. I saw you. And I still kissed you goodnight. Do you know what that does to a person? I gave you all of me, and you gave little pieces of yourself to strangers. I don’t hate you. I never could. But I can’t love you for both of us anymore. Don’t come looking for me. This is goodbye. — Y/N

The message was short. But it broke him anyway.

Ace stood in the ruins of the tavern, your letter clutched in his hands, his body shaking in a way fire couldn’t fix. He lit it aflame. Watched it turn to ash like everything else he touched.

He ran. Looked for you in every port. Asked the Revolutionaries. Asked pirates. Asked anyone.

You were gone.

One Year Later

It was raining in Yamabuki Port, but Ace stood still in the downpour, unmoving. The Whitebeard Pirates were resupplying, but he couldn’t focus—not when he saw you through the mist.

You were laughing.

Your coat was soaked, and your hair stuck to your forehead, but you looked so alive. So whole.

And beside you stood Zoro.

The swordsman from the Straw Hat crew — his brother's crew.

He was holding a paper umbrella above your heads, a quiet look in his eyes as he listened to whatever story you were telling. When you stumbled slightly in the mud, he caught your elbow. You smiled at him with a softness Ace had never earned.

Zoro reached up and brushed your hair from your face like it was second nature. You leaned into his touch without hesitation.

Ace felt it all in his gut. Like a blade through fire.

He didn’t approach.

Didn’t call your name.

Didn’t move.

You glanced across the square and your eyes met.

Just for a moment.

There was no hatred in your gaze. No anger.

Only peace.

You looked away.

And Ace knew—he was watching a version of you he’d never get to meet.

That night, Marco found him sitting alone on the deck, soaked to the bone even though the rain had stopped hours ago.

“You saw them, didn’t you-yoi?” Marco asked quietly.

Ace didn’t answer. Just stared at his hands.

“I thought I had time,” he whispered. “I thought… I could fix it.”

Marco said nothing. There was nothing to say.

Because some fires don’t go out.

They just move on without you.

One Month With You

In the final month of your life, you cherishes fleeting moments with your crew, hiding a terminal illness until only memories—and a letter—remain.

red hair pirates x reader | whitebeard pirates x reader | strawhats x reader | ONE SHOT tags: angst, sfw, ooc, major character death, grief, terminal illness a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward word count: 2.6k

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RED HAIR PIRATES

The sea was calm that morning, the kind of quiet that made even the waves seem to hold their breath. The deck of the Red Force was alive with chatter and light laughter, but you stood by the railing, letting the wind sweep through your hair. Your fingers curled around the wood, your gaze far off—not at the horizon, but somewhere past it.

One month. That’s what Hongo told you when he unknowingly confirmed your own suspicions. You’d been hiding the worsening symptoms for months—fatigue that sank deep into your bones, the relentless pain in your chest, the occasional blood you’d spit out into the sea, unnoticed.

You knew he’d figure it out eventually. He was too good not to.

But you hadn’t expected him to burst into your quarters the night before, shaking with barely restrained panic.

“What the hell is this?!” Hongo had yelled, thrusting a tattered medical report into your hands. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say something?!”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “Because I didn’t want to be watched like a ghost who hasn’t died yet.”

Silence. Deafening.

“...You have a month, Y/N, maybe less. You’re—” His voice cracked. “You’re dying, and you're acting like it's nothing?”

“I have a month, Hongo,” you had said quietly. “Please… just let me have it. Don’t tell the others. Let me spend it with them. Please.”

He didn't answer for a long time. When he finally did, it was with a whisper: “You’re a fucking idiot.” But he pulled you into a hug and didn’t let go until your shoulders stopped shaking.

From that day, you lived more fiercely than ever. You laughed at Shanks’ dumb jokes and drank with him until the world blurred. You challenged Benn to silent stargazing contests, betting on how many shooting stars you’d catch. You dragged Limejuice to island carnivals and flirted shamelessly until his face burned red. You played cards with Hongo, even when your hands trembled too much to hold them.

They all noticed. The Red-Haired Pirates weren’t stupid.

“You’re real clingy lately,” Limejuice teased one night, bumping your shoulder with his. “You sure you’re not sick or something?”

You smiled, heart twisting. “Would you be mad if I said I might be?”

He laughed, oblivious. “Nah. I’d carry you myself if you keeled over.”

You didn’t say anything. Just leaned into his warmth.

Shanks was the hardest. He noticed too much. Noticed how often you disappeared below deck when the coughing fits hit, how your eyes stayed on the ocean longer than they should have.

“You thinking of leaving us?” he asked once, half-joking.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “No,” you lied.

Benn just watched. Always watched. He didn’t say much, but you could feel his eyes lingering on you, searching. You gave him your brightest smiles.

The day you left, the crew didn’t know.

You made breakfast with Chef-level effort, joking with the kitchen staff, slipping kisses to Limejuice's cheek and hugging Shanks tighter than ever. You sat with Benn for hours on the deck, your head on his shoulder, watching the sun creep across the sky.

“I think you’re my favorite,” you whispered, teasing.

He snorted. “Don’t let Shanks hear that.”

He didn’t know that was the last time he’d feel your heartbeat against his side.

That night, you slipped away. A letter for each of them tucked under your pillow. A note for Hongo too:

"Thank you—for letting me pretend I wasn’t dying. I love you all too much to say goodbye."

Morning broke in chaos.

“Where the hell is Y/N?!” Limejuice shouted, tearing through the ship.

“They’re not in the galley, or the crow’s nest!” Benn called out, panic rising in his usually calm voice.

Shanks was quiet, unusually still, staring at the empty hammock where your scent still lingered.

The notes were found soon after. One by one, hands shaking as they read your last words.

You didn’t say goodbye, but each letter bled with love.

“To Shanks — Thank you for making me feel like I belonged in the stars.”

“To Benn — You saw through me. Thank you for not saying anything.”

“To Limejuice — Thank you for reminding me how fun life could be.”

“To Hongo — I’m sorry I made you carry this alone. Thank you for letting me be selfish.”

They thought you ran. Were taken. Benn demanded a search party. Shanks was pale, silent, gripping your letter so tight his knuckles bled. Limejuice punched a wall. Hongo said nothing—for two days.

And then, he snapped.

He threw your medical file onto the table during a heated meeting, eyes wild. “They didn’t leave!....They died. And...I let them.”

The room fell to a breathless silence.

“You knew?” Benn whispered.

“They had a month. They begged me to let them spend it with us, like nothing was wrong. And I let them lie.”

Shanks stumbled back, as if struck. “No. No, they were… they were fine.”

“They were dying, Shanks! They couldn’t breathe without pain, they were—” Hongo’s voice cracked. “They spent their last strength loving us.”

No one spoke.

Limejuice fell to his knees. “We didn’t even say goodbye.”

Later that night, Shanks sat by the railing where you always stood.

“I hope you’re watching the stars from up close now, Y/N,” he murmured, tears streaking his face. “Because we’ll never stop looking for you in them.”

WHITEBEARD PIRATES

You’d always imagined dying quietly, maybe on an empty shore, wrapped in salt and wind. But fate had other plans. Your end would come not with isolation—but surrounded by laughter, drink, and the stubborn, unbearable warmth of the Whitebeard Pirates.

The diagnosis came on a cold, cloudy day—so ordinary it felt like a betrayal.

You'd passed out during training. Woke up with Marco’s worried face looming over you. He’d examined you in complete silence. But his shaking hands and tight jaw told you everything.

“It’s not good, is it?” you asked, voice barely a whisper.

“No,” Marco had said, the word cracking as it left him. “It’s... terminal. A rare degeneration of the lungs and heart. I don’t—there’s nothing I can do.”

You didn’t cry. Instead, you laughed. “So, what—you’re saying I won’t outlive my goldfish?”

He didn't laugh. He looked like he’d been stabbed. “You have a month. Maybe.”

You made him promise to keep it secret.

Just him and Whitebeard.

When Oyaji found out, he sat beside your bed and gripped your hand with those massive, shaking fingers. “You are my child,” he rumbled. “And if this is your last voyage… then let it be the greatest of your life.”

You had never cried before. But you cried then.

From that day, you threw yourself into every moment.

Ace was all fire and impulse, but when he was around you, something softer flickered beneath the surface. He took to dragging you along for sparring matches, even when you claimed your muscles ached.

“I need a challenge,” he’d smirk, sweat glistening down his neck.

“You just want to show off,” you’d tease, raising your fists anyway.

He was always careful not to hit you too hard. Not that you said anything—but he seemed to know. When you tripped one day, coughing blood into your sleeve when he wasn’t looking, he’d jogged over, helping you up without a word. His hand lingered on your arm just a second too long.

That night, you sat beside him, both of you perched on the edge of the ship with your legs dangling into the air.

“You’re weird lately,” he mumbled, eyes on the moon.

You bumped his shoulder with yours. “Just thinking how lucky I am.”

He blinked at you. “To be with us?”

“To be with you,” you said, gently. And he froze, eyes wide, like he didn’t know what to do with that.

“…You’re gonna break my heart, aren’t you?” he whispered.

You smiled, because you already had.

Izo became your confidant without even knowing it. With every eyeliner flick and matching kimono, you gave yourself permission to feel alive. They would hum as they painted your face, hands warm against your cheeks.

“You’re glowing,” they said once, adjusting the red ribbon they tied in your hair.

“Death becomes me, huh?” you joked, and they slapped your arm, scandalized.

“You joke about dying too much.”

You didn’t mean to, but your voice cracked. “It’s easier than pretending I’m not scared.”

Their fingers paused, lips parting. “…Are you scared?”

You looked at them in the mirror, the shimmer of gold powder across your eyelids catching the light. “Yeah,” you said. “But not when I’m with you.”

They smiled then, a bit sad, and leaned in to kiss your temple. “Then let’s live like hell until we drop, dear.”

Thatch was joy personified. It was impossible to be sad around him for long, and that’s what made it hurt worse.

He caught you sneaking dessert at 2 a.m. once and acted like you’d committed a crime.

“Oh-ho! So this is where my pudding went!”

“Your pudding? I thought it had my name on it.”

“I’ll accept bribes in the form of kisses or cleaning dishes.”

You kissed his cheek, and he nearly dropped the bowl.

Every stolen moment in the kitchen became a memory—dancing while covered in flour, whipped cream fights, drunken baking experiments that ended in fire. You’d laughed so hard your sides hurt, even as your lungs begged you to stop.

“You’re making memories,” he said one night, tousling your hair. “That’s what this is. You’ve been clingy lately. Like you’re trying to make every second count.”

You froze, the spoon halfway to your mouth. “…Would you hate me if I was?”

He blinked. “Nah. I’d probably try to hold on tighter.”

You didn’t tell him then. Just leaned into his side and let him talk about his dream of opening a cake café after he retires.

You knew you’d never see it.

Marco was the one who saw the cracks, and it destroyed him. You kept him close because you trusted him most—and that made it hurt more.

You caught him once crying at your door. He didn’t think you were awake.

You opened it, silently wrapped your arms around him, and whispered, “I’m still here.”

“You shouldn’t be this calm,” he rasped into your shoulder.

“I’m terrified,” you admitted. “But I’d rather spend what time I have being loved than dying slowly in a bed.”

He pulled back, staring at you with reddened eyes. “You could have told them.”

“They’d look at me like I was already dead.”

He said nothing, and you reached up to cup his cheek. “Promise me… promise you’ll wait. Let me leave on my own terms.”

“…Okay,” he whispered. “But I’ll hate you for it.”

You kissed his forehead. “I hope you do.”

You left them on a quiet morning.

Then you slipped away, leaving only a bundle of letters on Marco’s desk.

Your final message was simple:

“Don’t let them hate me for this. Please. Just let them think I ran.”

The ship erupted into panic by nightfall.

Ace punched through a wall. “They’re gone?! What do you mean GONE?”

Izo ran through the corridors, calling your name until their voice broke.

Thatch turned the kitchen inside out like he expected you to be hiding in the cupboards, laughing.

Marco couldn’t speak.

He stood at the rail, gripping the wood so hard it splintered beneath his fingers.

Whitebeard stood behind him, silent, his massive shadow cast across the deck like a shroud.

“Do I tell them?” Marco rasped.

“No,” Whitebeard rumbled. “Not yet. Let them rage. Let them mourn in their own way.”

“But—”

“They wouldn’t understand it now,” he said. “Wait.”

A week passed. Then two.

No sign of you.

Your room remained untouched. Your absence echoed louder than any cannon fire.

They scoured islands. Questioned strangers. Considered kidnappers, Marines, even betrayal.

Ace refused to accept it. “They wouldn’t leave us! Not without a word. Not without—something.”

He went to Marco, desperate. “You know something. Tell me.”

Marco finally broke.

He gave Ace your letter.

Ace read it once. Then again and again. Then crumpled to the ground, screaming into his fists.

“They died?! All this time—they were dying?!”

Marco stood frozen, guilt crawling like acid beneath his skin.

“They didn’t want you to mourn them before they were gone,” he whispered. “They wanted to be loved, not pitied.”

Ace couldn’t answer. He just sobbed, curled around your crumpled letter like it could still warm him.

That night, Whitebeard gathered his sons and daughters.

He read your letters aloud. One by one. Each one aching with truth, memory, and love.

“To Ace — You made me feel alive, even when I was already halfway gone.” “To Izo — Thank you for making me beautiful when I felt invisible.” “To Thatch — You made every day sweeter, even the ones I didn’t think I’d survive.” “To Marco — Thank you for holding my secret when it crushed you. I love you most for that.” “To Oyaji — You gave me a family when I had nothing left. Thank you… for letting me die a Whitebeard Pirate.”

By the end, the deck was silent.

No sobs. Just breathless grief.

They didn’t throw a funeral.

They held a feast.

Not because they weren’t mourning—but because they knew you’d hate to see them broken.

They told stories. Passed your favorite drink around. Laughed, cried, and danced with ghosts.

And when the fire died down, Ace stared at the embers and whispered, “I hope you found peace, flame-heart.”

STRAWHAT PIRATES

You didn’t plan on dying at sea, but the Grand Line has a way of making plans for you. The first signs were subtle: a lingering fatigue you chalked up to busy days, aches you blamed on training, the dull pain in your side that you laughed off when Chopper asked if you were okay.

You knew before he did. Deep down, your body had been whispering the truth long before the words made it onto paper.

It wasn’t until you collapsed in the hallway between the kitchen and the infirmary that Chopper realized something was seriously wrong. When you woke up, it was to the sterile smell of the medical bay and his wide, terrified eyes.

“I ran every test,” he said, voice trembling. “And then I ran them again. It’s… it’s bad. Really bad.”

You nodded. Your throat was too dry to answer.

“I—I can’t fix it. Not with what we have on board. Maybe if we got to a major medical port, but even then, I don’t know if—”

You reached out, resting a hand on his tiny shoulder. “How long?”

He hesitated, ears flattening. “A month. Maybe.”

You didn’t cry. Not then. Not even when he begged to tell the others.

“No. Please. Let me have this. Just a month, Chopper.”

“They’ll never forgive me.”

“They will,” you said. “If they knew now, it’d ruin everything. I don’t want pity. I want memories.”

So you began to live. Fully, recklessly, as if the pain eating away at you was just a shadow at your back.

You started with Sanji. He was the easiest to be around, the one whose affection was loud and constant. Every meal became a moment: you insisted on helping in the kitchen, even when he protested. You chopped vegetables until your hands hurt, stirred sauces while leaning against him, snuck little bites when he wasn’t looking.

“You’re here a lot lately,” he said one afternoon, handing you a bowl of soup.

“I like watching you work,” you replied.

He grinned. “You trying to steal my heart, love?”

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Maybe.”

He went quiet for a beat. Then, more softly, “You look at me like you’re memorizing my face.”

You didn’t answer. Just smiled.

Zoro came next. You sparred with him almost every day now, ignoring the way your lungs burned, the way your legs shook. He didn’t say anything the first time you collapsed mid-match, just silently carried you to the infirmary.

“You’re pushing too hard,” he said.

“I need to,” you whispered.

“Why?”

You looked at him, really looked. “Because I don’t want to forget what it feels like to fight beside you.”

He frowned. “You’re acting like you’re running out of time.”

You forced a smile. “Aren’t we all?”

That night, he found you on the deck, staring at the stars.

He sat beside you, arms crossed. “You’re not saying something. I don’t like it.”

“I’m just tired.”

“I’d carry you, if you asked.”

Your heart ached. “I know.”

Luffy was harder.

He didn’t notice at first. You were careful around him—too careful. You laughed with him during meals, ran across islands with him, challenged him to stupid games on the deck. But he began to notice the way you lingered during hugs. The way you stared at him too long. The way your smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes.

One evening, you lay beside him on the figurehead, watching the horizon.

He turned his head toward you. “Are you gonna leave?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You look like you’re saying goodbye.”

You looked away. “I’m not. Not yet.”

He was quiet for a while. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t want to either.”

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and didn’t let go until you both fell asleep.

ou made time for everyone else too.

With Nami, you spent lazy afternoons in the library, pretending to study charts. She taught you how to draw maps. You traced the oceans of the world with your fingers and imagined places you’d never see.

“You’re getting good at this,” she said.

“I want to leave something behind,” you murmured.

She didn’t understand then. But she would.

Usopp was a light in the dark. You asked for bedtime stories, exaggerated tales of heroism and romance. He performed them with full sound effects, arms flailing, voice booming.

“You always laugh now,” he noted one night.

“It’s easy, when I’m with you.”

He blushed, scratching the back of his head. “You’re acting like I’m the best part of your day.”

You smiled. “You are.”

Robin gave you quiet comfort. She didn’t ask questions. She simply read to you, let you rest your head in her lap, brushed your hair back from your face.

“You’re calm,” you told her.

“You’re storming,” she replied.

You didn’t deny it.

Franky built you a swing on the back of the Sunny, facing the sea. You spent hours there, feet brushing over the waves, eyes on the endless blue.

“Super chill, right?” he said, adjusting the ropes.

You nodded. “It’s perfect.”

He caught your hand before he left. “You’re not okay.”

You looked up at him. “No.”

“Okay,” he said, voice tight. “You don’t have to be.”

Brook played lullabies for you. Sweet, simple things. You danced with him once, slow and clumsy.

“If I still had a heart,” he said softly, “I think it would ache.”

You rested your head against his chest. “Mine already does.”

Chopper was breaking. Every day, he looked at you like you were already fading. You caught him crying in the storage room once, holding one of your jackets.

“I can’t do this,” he whispered.

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, hugging him.

“I hate lying.”

“I know.”

You waited until they docked at a small island for supplies.

You left at dawn.

Left behind the stargazer chair. The flowered book. The slingshot. The meals. The love.

Left behind a stack of letters in Chopper’s room.

When the crew realized you were gone, Luffy panicked first.

“They wouldn’t leave! They’d never leave!”

Zoro was already on the dock, scanning the shoreline. Sanji lit a cigarette with shaking fingers.

They searched the island. They waited at the ship. They called for you until their voices cracked.

You didn’t come back.

That night, Chopper gathered them in the infirmary.

“I didn’t want to break the promise,” he said, voice trembling. “But… they’re gone. They were dying.”

No one moved.

“…What?”

“They only had a month. They asked me to let them live… without pity.”

Nami burst into tears. "They should’ve told us,”

Zoro punched the wall.

Luffy stood in stunned silence, until he screamed your name into the ocean wind.

They read your letters together. All huddled in the infirmary, hearts shattered.

“To Sanji — You made me feel wanted, even when I felt like a ghost.” “To Zoro — You were my anchor. I always knew where I stood when I was beside you.” “To Luffy — Thank you for being the sun. I needed the light more than you’ll ever know.” “To the Crew — You made me part of a family. You made me more than a dying story.”

They held a quiet vigil on the deck.

Brook played your song one last time. Robin scattered petals into the sea. Chopper lit a lantern and let it drift across the water.

They stayed on that island for days.

Then, they sailed forward—quieter, heavier—but with your memory in their hearts.

You were their nakama.

You were their heart.

You always would be.

Smoke Break

A collection of fiery, smoky encounters where passion burns as hot as the cigars and blunts exchanged between you and some of the world’s most dangerous daddies i mean men — every kiss laced with smoke, heat, and unspoken desire.

Benn beckman x reader x sanji x smoker x crocodile | ONE SHOT

Tags: fluff, flirty, smok!ng, w3ed mentions, blvnt smok!ng, cigarette smok!n, mouth-to-mouth sm0ke sharing, minor spit description, light nsfw tension

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc

word count: 3.3k

MINORS DNI!!

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

Is it hot in here or is it just me?

I'm so high in here, been smokin' on this weed

Only drug a bitch is on is the tree

But I lasted ten rounds like a freak

Like a G

Benn Beckman

The deck still stank of gunpowder and sea salt by the time you slumped onto the steps leading up to the helm, boots heavy with exhaustion. Your knuckles throbbed from the earlier brawl with some no-name pirate crew dumb enough to pick a fight with the Red Hair Pirates. You won, obviously—but victory didn’t erase the tight coil of stress still buzzing under your skin.

You dragged your hood up over your head, shielding your face from the low sun. Hands steady, you pulled out a battered little tin from your pocket, the familiar ritual already soothing your frayed nerves. You broke down the nug slowly, fingers working with careful, practiced motions. You barely even registered the distant sound of boots approaching.

Benn Beckman stopped a few feet away, cigarette halfway to his lips, brows lifting slightly at the sight of you hunched over the tray.

He leaned against the rail, arms crossed.

"Rough day?" he drawled.

You didn’t look up right away, just finished rolling your blunt with a lazy flick of your thumb. When you finally glanced his way, your gaze was cool, detached—like you were sizing him up and decided he wasn’t worth worrying about.

"Nothing a smoke can't fix," you muttered, voice low and even.

Benn whistled low under his breath, impressed.

"Didn't think you were the type to roll your own medicine."

You snorted, lighting the blunt with a snap of your lighter.

"Cigs are for rookies," you said, plucking the cigarette from his fingers without asking. You tucked the blunt between his lips instead, your touch casual, intimate.

Benn played along, inhaling deep. His eyes hooded slightly as the taste hit him—stronger, sweeter than he expected.

"Holy shit," he coughed out, laughing.

You took the blunt back from him with two fingers, tapping it lightly against the railing.

"Too much for you, old man?" you teased, the faintest smirk curling at the edges of your mouth.

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that vibrated in his chest.

"Old enough to know better. Dumb enough not to care."

You offered the blunt again—not by hand this time, but by leaning in, smoke trailing from your lips in a lazy, tantalizing swirl. Benn caught on quick, closing the small distance between you. His mouth brushed yours just enough to catch the exhale directly, smoke passing from your tongue to his.

The heat flared instantly.

Before you could pull back, he tilted his head slightly, deepening it into a kiss—slow, languid, tasting of smoke and adrenaline. His hand found your jaw, rough thumb grazing your cheekbone with a kind of reverence that didn’t match how fucking cocky he was about it.

When you finally parted, a thin, silver thread of spit clung stubbornly between your tongues until it snapped, leaving a hot smear of want in its wake.

You sat back, lazily dragging the blunt between your lips again. Your expression barely shifted—still that same unreadable cool—but your hooded eyes glittered with something dangerous, something alive.

Benn wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, grinning like he just won the biggest prize in the world.

"You always this generous after a fight?" he asked, voice low and rough.

You exhaled slow, letting the smoke roll between you both like a secret.

"Depends who's asking."

Benn’s grin widened, cigarette long forgotten at his side.

"Good," he said, leaning in close enough that you could smell the faint whiskey on his breath.

"'Cause I’m not planning on being just a one-time habit."

Sanji

The galley was quiet at night, all the chaos of the day gone still. It was your favorite time—when the ship seemed to breathe slow and easy, and nobody was around to bother you.

You sat perched on the counter, blunt half-rolled between your fingers, working fast but precise. You glanced around — no way in hell you could borrow a lighter from anyone without exposing your little habit.

Of course you didn’t bring yours. Of course.

You sighed through your nose and hopped down from the counter, moving toward the stovetop. You twisted the burner’s dial, letting a tall flame lick up from the gas, the soft click click whoosh breaking the silence.

You leaned into the flame, lighting the tip of your blunt directly against it, shielding it with one hand like an old habit.

That’s when you heard a low whistle behind you.

"You know," Sanji’s voice drawled from the doorway, lazy and amused, "most people come to the kitchen for food. Not... that."

You turned slightly, the blunt between your lips, glowing softly as you took your first pull. You held his gaze through the smoke, your expression unreadable, unbothered.

"Guess I’m not most people," you said coolly, exhaling a slow, thick ribbon of smoke into the low light.

Sanji didn’t flinch. Didn't fawn.

Instead, he grinned, a slow, dangerous curve of his mouth as he stepped into the kitchen, cigarette tucked behind his ear, hands sliding easily into his pockets.

"You could've just asked for a light," he teased, voice like silk and heat. "I would've given it to you. Anything you want."

You shrugged one shoulder, casual.

"Not exactly advertising my hobbies."

Sanji stopped a few feet away, head tilting just slightly, studying you. You could feel the weight of his gaze — not heavy, not invasive — just... there, like a hand trailing just over your skin without touching.

"You're full of surprises," he murmured, voice dipping lower.

You took another hit, slow and deliberate, letting the thick taste settle on your tongue. As you exhaled, Sanji moved closer, crossing into your space so naturally it felt like gravity.

"Mind if I...?" he asked, eyes dropping to the blunt between your fingers.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer with words. Instead, you leaned forward slightly, parting your lips just enough to offer the smoke right to him.

Sanji caught the game instantly.

He plucked the cigarette from behind his ear and set it on the counter. Then he leaned in, mouth brushing dangerously close to yours—not kissing, not yet—and drew the smoke straight from your mouth with a slow, deep inhale.

His hand came up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb brushing the warm skin behind your ear.

When he exhaled, it was right against your lips, warm and intoxicating.

The space between you crackled.

You barely had time to process before he closed the gap completely, his mouth pressing to yours in a kiss that was all slow burn, all slow claiming. His grip tightened just a little, guiding you against the counter behind you without force—just the kind of confident pressure that made your stomach flip.

You kissed him back, matching his heat with your own, the taste of smoke and fire mixing between your tongues. When you finally parted, a thin, sticky thread of spit clung between you, snapping when you tilted your head back, breathless but still wearing that same cool smirk.

Sanji stayed close, his forehead brushing against yours, his fingers still tangled loosely in your hair.

"You," he said, voice low and warm, "are way too dangerous to be left alone in my kitchen."

You chuckled, flicking ash into the sink.

"Then don’t leave," you said, voice lazy, teasing.

Sanji smiled against your cheek, teeth just grazing your skin as he whispered,

"Wasn't planning to."

And from the way his hand slid down to your hip, you knew he meant it.

Smoker

The port was busy, noisy, and reeking of salt and sweat.

Perfect place to disappear for a while.

You slipped between two battered brick buildings, finding a patch of shade away from the main street. No patrols, no Marines. Just the low hum of the sea and the sharp scratch of your lighter as you tried, once, twice — and cursed under your breath.

Dead. Perfect.

You rolled the unlit blunt between your fingers, considering your options. Borrowing a lighter wasn’t on the table — too many judging eyes. Especially for someone like you, already treading too close to the Navy's leash.

"Problem?"

The deep, rough voice made you freeze. A shadow stretched into the alley. You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was.

Vice-Admiral Smoker stepped into view, coat draped over his broad shoulders, two cigars clamped between his teeth, smoke curling around his head like a storm cloud.

You gave him a flat look, the blunt dangling lazily from your lips.

"No lighter," you said simply.

Smoker snorted, amused in that dry, almost imperceptible way of his. He pulled one cigar free and tucked it into his coat, flicking his silver lighter open with a smooth motion.

He lit his remaining cigar, took a deep drag — and then, without saying a word, held the lighter out to you.

You raised an eyebrow but leaned forward, cupping a hand around the flame as you lit the blunt, your face close enough to his chest that you could smell the faint scent of smoke, leather, and something warmer underneath.

You inhaled slow, savoring the first pull, then leaned back against the rough brick wall with a sigh.

"Didn't peg you for the sharing type," you said, smoke curling from your mouth.

Smoker grunted, replacing the cigar between his lips.

"Don't make me regret it," he said, but there was no real bite in his voice.

For a moment, you just stood there, passing slow, lazy pulls between you. The world outside the alley blurred into meaningless noise.

Then, bold from the buzz creeping in your veins, you leaned forward again—holding the blunt between your fingers—and offered the smoke directly to him, a silent challenge.

Smoker’s gaze sharpened slightly, amused. He plucked the cigar from his mouth and stepped into your space, his broad chest almost brushing yours.

Without hesitation, he caught the smoke straight from your lips, leaning in so close you could feel the heat of him — and then, instead of pulling back, he kissed you.

It was rough at first, full of the same heat and tension that always seemed to spark between you. His hand came up to cradle your jaw, fingers pressing firmly as he tilted your head back just slightly.

You opened for him without thinking, the kiss deepening into something slower, hotter — tongues brushing, breath hitching between you. His mouth tasted of smoke and salt and something that was just him.

The world outside the alley dissolved entirely.

When he finally pulled back, it wasn’t messy — just breathless, lingering. His forehead rested against yours, both of you catching your breath in the haze of smoke curling between you.

"You," he muttered, voice low and thick, "are nothing but bad news."

You smirked against his lips, your hands still fisted loosely in the fabric of his coat.

"Good thing you’re terrible at saying no," you murmured.

Smoker let out a rough, half-laugh, half-growl, and kissed you again—deeper, slower, like he had no plans to stop this time.

And honestly, neither did you.

You barely had time to settle into the heat of Smoker’s mouth again, the slow grind of his body pressing yours back against the brick wall, when—

"S-smoker-san?!"

The sharp voice cracked through the alley like a gunshot.

Both of you froze.

Smoker broke the kiss with a low, almost feral growl under his breath, his hand still curled possessively around your waist.

You cracked one eye open lazily, barely lifting your head from Smoker’s shoulder to glance toward the entrance of the alley.

Tashigi stood there, sword awkwardly bumping against her hip, her entire face rapidly turning the color of a boiled lobster.

"I— I— I was looking for you to discuss patrol routes— but I can—! I can come back later!" she sputtered, already halfway turning on her heel, practically tripping over herself to get away.

Smoker let out a long, slow exhale through his nose, the kind of breath that usually meant someone was about to get absolutely wrecked—but he didn’t move away from you. His hand stayed right where it was, fingers still flexing slightly against your hip.

"You’d better," he said, loud enough for Tashigi to hear as she fled back into the chaos of the port.

You couldn't help it—you laughed. A low, smoky sound that vibrated against his chest.

"Think we traumatized her," you said, voice rough with amusement.

Smoker shot you a sideways glare, but there was no real fire behind it. If anything, he looked... pleased. Dangerous. Like a man who didn’t give a damn who saw what he wanted.

"Serves her right for barging in without knocking," he muttered, gruff.

You arched a brow, grinning lazily up at him.

"Maybe you should install a door in your alleys."

Smoker huffed a laugh — a real one, low and brief — and bent to kiss you again, less careful this time. Hotter, a little messier. His free hand finally dropped the half-burned cigar, grinding it under his boot as he pressed you back into the wall, fully claiming your mouth again like he had all the time in the world.

And honestly, for once, you hoped he did.

Crocodile

The lounge was dim, soaked in the kind of golden light that made everything seem a little more expensive than it probably was.

Low jazz music played from hidden speakers, and the soft clink of chips and whiskey glasses filled the background.

You slouched lazily in a velvet armchair near the back, rolling the blunt between your fingers, cool and unbothered. No one really noticed you here — not with the heavyweights and high-rollers stealing the spotlight.

But, of course, he noticed.

You felt it before you saw him — a shift in the room’s atmosphere, a change in the way conversations dropped to murmurs.

Crocodile’s presence was like a thundercloud creeping over sunny skies.

You kept your expression blank, indifferent, even as you realized your lighter was nowhere to be found.

Perfect.

Exactly what you needed.

You sighed, the blunt sitting unlit between your lips, considering your next move.

A shadow fell across your table. You didn’t bother looking up.

"Need something?" Crocodile’s voice rumbled, amused.

You tilted your head slightly, fixing him with a bored stare, the blunt still balanced at the corner of your mouth.

"Seems I’m short a flame," you said, voice dry.

Crocodile’s lips curled around his cigar, eyes gleaming with something sharp and entertained.

He didn’t say a word.

Instead, he bent slightly at the waist — slow, deliberate — bringing the burning tip of his cigar close to the end of your blunt.

Too close.

He stopped just shy, forcing you to lean in to meet him.

You exhaled through your nose, slow and steady, and leaned forward, lips brushing barely near his cigar, lighting your own off the glowing ember. The flame caught with a faint crackle, a tiny hiss.

The whole time, Crocodile didn’t move an inch.

The smell of smoke, expensive leather, and something faintly spiced wrapped around you like a second skin.

You leaned back into your chair, taking a long, slow pull from the newly lit blunt. The first hit bloomed warm in your lungs. You exhaled lazily toward the ceiling, your eyes half-lidded.

"You're welcome," Crocodile said, voice dripping with dry amusement, straightening to his full height.

You tapped ash into a crystal ashtray nearby without even glancing at him.

"Didn’t say thank you," you replied coolly.

He chuckled — a low, dangerous sound that vibrated in the base of his chest.

"Didn't expect you to."

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The tension crackled softly between you, thick and slow, like molasses dripping from a knife.

Crocodile shifted, the gold of his rings catching the low light as he pulled a chair up to yours — close enough that his knee brushed yours under the table.

Deliberate.

Territorial.

"You planning to cause trouble tonight?" he asked, cigar smoke curling lazily around his words.

You blew out another cloud of smoke, just as lazy, just as unbothered.

"Depends," you murmured, voice low. "You planning to stop me?"

Crocodile smirked around his cigar, eyes gleaming with something dark and hungry.

"Not tonight."

He sat back, perfectly relaxed, the image of a king amused by the antics of his favorite piece.

You could feel his eyes on you as you smoked, weighing every slow drag, every lazy exhale.

Watching.

Waiting.

The house always won in places like this.

And tonight, it was clear you weren’t going anywhere.

The minutes slipped by in a slow, heavy haze.

The blunt burned low between your fingers, each drag slower than the last. Across the small table, Crocodile watched you like a predator sizing up easy prey — not rushing, not moving, just waiting for the exact right moment.

You met his gaze through the rising smoke, your face blank, but your heart starting to thrum a little harder behind your ribs.

He shifted finally, leaning forward slightly, elbows braced on his knees. The gold of his rings caught the light again, flashing like a warning.

"Come here," he said lowly, almost conversational, like you were a thing he fully expected to obey.

You didn't move immediately. You took another lazy pull from your blunt instead, blowing the smoke off to the side with a small smirk. Testing him. Pushing.

Crocodile huffed a small laugh under his breath, all amusement gone razor sharp.

Without warning, he reached across the table, hand catching you by the wrist — not rough, but firm, dragging you forward until you were pulled out of your chair and into his space.

The blunt dangled forgotten from your fingers as he leaned in — close enough that you could see the faint scar cutting across his face, the glint of amusement and warning in his heavy-lidded eyes.

He reached up with two fingers, plucking the blunt casually from your grip and setting it in the ashtray with a careless flick.

"You’re slow," he murmured, voice like warm gravel. "Let me show you how it's done."

You barely had time to process it before Crocodile’s lips crashed into yours.

It was rough — like he was making a point. His mouth devoured yours with an intensity that was unexpected, yet exactly what you needed. His cigar still burned between his fingers, and before you even had the chance to think about it, he tilted the cigar toward your lips, offering the smoke as you kissed.

The warm, glowing tip of the cigar hovered near your mouth, and you instinctively opened up, taking in the deep, spicy taste as you inhaled. The heat of it filled your lungs, mixing with the taste of Crocodile’s kiss — rich, dangerous, intoxicating.

You pulled back just a bit, lips brushing against his, then exhaled slowly, the smoke curling out from your mouth and into his.

Without breaking eye contact, Crocodile inhaled the smoke you gave him, his gaze darkening as he held it in for a beat, then exhaled it slowly, sending it back toward you.

The air was thick now, saturated with smoke and the lingering taste of him. Every breath felt like it stretched the moment, making it last forever, and yet, you knew it was only a brief exchange.

When he pulled away, his lips were curved into that same smug, dangerous smirk.

"Better," he muttered, voice rough with satisfaction. "Now you’re getting it."

You smirked back, though your chest felt a little tighter than it had before.

"You’re insufferable," you said, the words coming out softer than you intended, but your heart was still racing in your chest.

Crocodile chuckled low, the sound like a dangerous promise.

"Only when it suits me," he said, leaning back in his chair and taking another slow drag from his cigar. He didn’t look at you directly but you could feel the weight of his gaze on your lips. "You’ll learn, eventually. That’s how the game is played."

You stayed there, breathless and still, as the tension simmered between you.

The house always won.

And tonight, you were playing Crocodile's game

The Lost Reader

A mysterious reader of Poneglyphs finds a new home among the Straw Hat Pirates, slowly becoming an irreplaceable part of their crew as their love for them grows.

READER WHO CAN READ AND SPEAK PONEGLYPH

Strawhats x Poneglyph gn!reader ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT

main characters: luffy, zoro, sanji, nami, robin

tags: fluff, sfw, harem(?), soft

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs cringe and oc

words count: 1.9k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

It started with silence.

Not the heavy kind that suffocates—but the quiet peace of wind brushing through trees, waves lapping against the sand, and birds singing above crumbled ruins. Your only companions were time-worn Poneglyphs, mossy stone relics, and the hollow ache of knowing you shouldn’t exist.

You didn’t know what you were—only that you could read them. The Poneglyphs. Their words came to you like breath, like blood. It wasn’t learned. It just… was.

And then one day, the silence broke.

“WOOOOAAAHH! What a weird island!!”

You looked up from a worn page, blinking at the explosion of sound.

A rubber man had landed face-first in your tomato garden.

You blinked again, rubbing your eyes to make sure you weren’t imagining the scene before you. The man—his limbs were stretched at impossible angles, and his face was, well… currently smushed into the dirt of your carefully cultivated tomato patch.

“Luffy!” a woman’s voice shouted from the shore. “Stop crashing into things!”

You stared in disbelief, watching as a circus of chaos disembarked from a sunny, lion-faced ship. At least, that’s what it looked like to you.

“Wha—?” You stumbled back, half-wondering if you’d stepped into some sort of dream. But no, the crew’s laughter was real. Loud, boisterous, utterly chaotic, and very much present.

Before you could comprehend the whirlwind that had just descended upon your quiet life, a figure bounded toward you. The rubber man—Luffy—was grinning at you like you were the most interesting thing he’d seen all day. And, for all you knew, you were.

“Hey! Who're you? you live here? cool! SHISHISHI” Luffy asked, already sitting cross-legged on the ground as if he hadn’t just completely flattened your garden. “Wanna eat with us?”

You blinked, still too stunned to form a coherent sentence. “I… guess?...Im Y/N”

And so began your first real encounter with the Straw Hat Pirates.

Nami, with her keen eyes and sharp questions, immediately assessed the situation, interrogating you about your maps and supplies like she was about to audit your entire existence. Sanji, the ever-romantic chef, started cooking a feast so lavish that you were half-tempted to check if the food had its own backstory. The man even had heart-shaped eyes every time you praised his cooking.

Usopp, ever the over-the-top self-proclaimed hero, proudly handed you a coconut with a grin that could only be described as a “friendship orb.” “From me to you,” he declared, as if he had just made the world’s most profound offering.

And then there was Chopper, who took your pulse the second he saw you, declaring that you had “island person syndrome” and needed immediate attention.

Robin, however, watched you closely. Her gaze sharp but gentle, as if trying to figure out a puzzle no one else could see.

“You can read those stones, can’t you?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You stiffened. The question sent a shiver through your spine, a fleeting reminder of the secret you kept buried deep within. You didn’t answer. Not immediately.

She smiled, soft and knowing, her eyes never leaving yours. “We’ll talk later.”

Zoro, ever the brooding figure, glanced at you and muttered under his breath, “You don’t look dangerous.” It seemed like a funny thing to say, considering he had just been trying to slice a boulder in half mere moments earlier.

It didn’t take long for you to realize what was happening: You were trapped in their orbit. In their madness. In their chaos.

And you couldn’t have been more content.

The Thousand Sunny became your new home—bright, loud, and utterly unpredictable.

Sanji insisted on cooking you all your meals. Breakfast, lunch, dinner—each time, his cooking came with a full-on serenade, and if you didn’t finish your plate, he might just shed a tear. “It’s not just food,” he’d say. “It’s love. It’s my soul in a dish!”

Nami dragged you into shopping sprees with no regard for your dwindling supplies or your protestations. “You need to look fabulous, Y/N. Don’t you want to blend in with the rest of us?” she’d tease, while tossing a dozen new outfits into your arms. You always ended up spending more than you intended, but there was something so infectious about her enthusiasm that you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Robin was the one who quietly fascinated you. You’d find her at all hours of the day, absorbed in reading a book or studying the surroundings with quiet intensity. There was something about the way she looked at you, like she already knew your secrets but would never pry.

And then there was Luffy. Always smiling. Always laughing. He treated you as though you were already part of the crew. No pretense, no hesitation. You didn’t even need to be invited. You were just… in.

“Wanna ride on top of the mast?” Luffy asked one morning, as casually as if he were asking if you wanted a snack.

You stared up at the towering mast, then back at him. “Is that… safe?”

“Nope! shishishi” he beamed, looking excited about the prospect.

Somehow, that made it make sense to climb up there with him. He helped you up like it was nothing, laughing all the while. The wind whipped through your hair, and for the first time in a long while, you felt alive. You weren’t just existing anymore.

Zoro, ever the silent guardian, began training near you. You noticed him constantly observing your movements, his gaze intense but not unwelcome. One day, you lost your footing on deck, but before you could even react, his hand shot out and steadied you.

He didn’t say much, just stared at you for a moment, before clearing his throat and muttering, “Watch your step, dumbass.”

Romance, clearly.

It crept in slowly. Unnoticed, at first.

Sanji’s compliments, light-hearted at first, began to hold a different weight. “You look beautiful today, Y/N~chwann” he’d say with a soft smile, not just as a joke, but as something that meant more.

Nami’s teasing turned into lingering glances, moments where her eyes softened when she thought no one was looking.

Robin’s hand on yours during those quiet late-night reading sessions made your heart skip a beat, like it was a shared secret, a connection you didn’t have the words to describe.

Zoro’s silence, once intimidating, became your comfort. When he was near, you didn’t need to talk. You didn’t need to explain yourself. He was just there, a steady presence.

And Luffy’s laughter—oh, Luffy’s laughter. It started to feel like home, like the sound of safety, of warmth. A constant reminder that with him around, there was nothing to fear.

But you kept your secret.

That was until one night, when you and Robin stood over a relic you had no business being near. It was buried deep beneath the cursed island’s soil, half-buried like a forgotten truth. Robin stood behind you, arms crossed, waiting for you to decipher it. You already knew what it would say, but that didn’t stop the rush of dread that surged within you as your fingers traced the ancient glyphs.

“You know what it says, don’t you?” Robin’s voice was barely a whisper. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

You stiffened.

“It’s just a story,” you muttered, voice low.

Robin smiled, a soft and knowing smile, one that suggested she understood far more than she let on. “Then you should know—they’d kill you for it.”

You didn’t answer, didn’t have the words. You just continued to trace the lines, the ancient language flowing effortlessly from your mind, sinking into the earth beneath your fingertips.

Everything changed when you found the half-buried Poneglyph on a cursed island.

It was a trap. Not for Luffy. Not for the Pirate King in the making.

For you.

You read the stone aloud, your voice quiet, shaking slightly. And for the first time in your life, the stone responded.

The words were not just etched into stone, not just an inscription—it was a message. A message that burned through the world like a beacon.

“The last of the Whisperers,” it said. “Hunted. Hidden. Forbidden.”

The ground shook. The air turned electric. The Poneglyphs around you shimmered, the glyphs becoming light, illuminating the island with a soft, ethereal glow.

The Straw Hats arrived just as you stumbled backward, your eyes wide, heart pounding, the power coursing through you like an uncontrollable force. The glyphs pulsed, and the power in your veins burned bright.

“What’s happening?!” Usopp screamed, looking ready to fight a ghost.

You looked at them—at your crew—and whispered, “They were hunting us. People who could read these stones. I shouldn’t exist.”

There was silence.

Then Luffy stepped forward, his voice unwavering, “You’re not alone.”

The Marines came shortly after.

You fought, of course you did.

For the first time in your life, you let the power in your blood surge freely. The words of the stone became light, flames of energy erupting from the ground as you slashed through the battlefield, carving the very earth with your newfound strength. You cracked the island’s crust. You didn’t even know you could do that.

Sanji’s hand grabbed yours as the ground beneath you cracked, pulling you from the collapsing cliff. Zoro fought beside you, silent and determined. Robin’s steady hand on yours kept you grounded in the chaos.

When the battle was over, and the last Marine had been driven back, you passed out.

You woke in the infirmary, Chopper hovering over you, his worried eyes darting around like he was waiting for you to disappear again. Franky was sitting beside you, sobbing into a bowl of soup.

“You scared us, you moron,” Nami whispered, brushing your hair back from your face. Her voice was soft, a rare tenderness that made your heart ache.

Robin kissed your temple as she hovered over you, whispering, “You’re more than your gift.”

Sanji didn’t say anything, but his presence was unmistakable. He curled up beside you, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, a silent vow of protection.

Zoro sat across from you, cleaning his swords. “Don’t ever do that alone again.”

And Luffy… Luffy beamed at you, that infectious smile lighting up his face as he exclaimed, “You’re stuck with us forever now!”

The tension unraveled like fraying rope.

Nami kissed you when you least expected it, quick and teasing, a spark of affection.

Robin kissed you in the library, with parchment between your hands, and the world felt like it stopped turning for a moment.

Sanji kissed you with all the intensity of someone who had been waiting for years, every touch filled with longing.

Zoro kissed you like it was the only thing that made sense, his hands warm and steady.

And Luffy—Luffy’s kiss was upside down, playful, and completely unexpected, but perfect in the way only Luffy could be.

Usopp ran away screaming, “AAAH! ROMANCE ATTACK!”

Chopper fainted. Twice.

Brook played a love song with three verses about your “sultry stare” that made everyone uncomfortable except Sanji, who wept.

Franky asked if you wanted to build a heart-shaped cannon to “blast your feelings at the world.” You said yes. It now sits in the garden.

Jinbei just gave you a nod and said, “It’s about time.”

You weren’t a secret anymore.

You were theirs.

Not claimed, not owned—but cherished. Loved, wholly and fiercely.

And though the world may hunt you, you had a crew that would burn it down before they let anyone take you.

OP/One Piece

Straw hat Pirates

Monkey D. Luffy

Roronoa Zoro

Vinsmoke Sanji

Others

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Dracule Mihawk

Red hair Shanks

Sabo

Charlotte Katakuri

Gol D. Roger

Portgaz D. Ace

Marco

Whitebeard

Koby

Status: The request box is open only for the monthly one-shot voting if the characters are chosen.

Just saw a fanfic where reader was a mermaid that turns into a human and the first thing it said was “PALE, fragile legs” Seriously man?? I swear y’all hate black readers😭

𝓐 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮!

Summary: A little kid goes up to the reader, completely in love and confessing their love.

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓓. 𝓛𝓾𝓯𝓯𝔂:

You were walking with Luffy through the bustling center of town, sun on your shoulders and a stick of meat skewers in your hand—his third, technically, though you were now helping him finish it.

The Straw Hats had stopped at the island of Ferrosa for the night. It was bright, warm, and full of energetic locals. Children ran freely in the streets, while vendors called out from painted booths with smiles and good deals. The city square was filled with color, laughter, and the sweet smell of roasted honey nuts and grilled seafood.

“I love this place!” Luffy declared, stretching his arms behind his head with a grin wide enough to rival the sun.

You chuckled. “You love every place that feeds you.”.

He turned to you and nodded seriously. “Well, yeah. But this one has meat and you.”.

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip, and you were about to tease him when—

“Excuse me, miss!”.

You turned and blinked down at the source of the tiny voice.

A little boy stood there. He couldn’t have been more than six, with dark curls, oversized suspenders, and big round eyes filled with awe. He held a red flower in both hands, like it was a sacred offering.

You blinked. “Hi there, little guy.”.

“I saw you and… and I just…” He shuffled awkwardly, cheeks turning pink. “I think you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen. And I love you.”

Your jaw dropped slightly. “You… what?”.

He thrust the flower forward like he couldn’t take it anymore. “Please marry me!”.

The petals trembled in his tiny hands. He looked like he might explode from sheer determination.

You stood frozen for a moment. Then you laughed softly, kneeling down to his level with your heart melting into a puddle. “That’s really sweet of you, but I don’t think I can marry you just yet.”.

The boy’s face crumpled slightly.

You quickly added, “But if you still feel the same when you’re older… you can ask me again, okay?”.

He brightened at that, sticking the flower into your hand like it sealed a vow. “I’ll train every day! I’m gonna be strong enough to protect you from pirates!”.

That made Luffy blink. “Huh? Protect from pirates?”.

The boy looked up at Luffy. Then frowned. “You look familiar. Are you one of those guys with the bounty posters?”.

Luffy tilted his head, suddenly all grins again. “Yup! I’m the future King of the Pirates!”.

The boy’s jaw dropped in horror. He grabbed your hand. “Miss! You can’t be around pirates! He’s dangerous!”.

Luffy burst out laughing.

You choked on your own giggle. “He’s actually… with me.”

The boy’s face paled like you just told him the ocean had swallowed the sun.

“Nooo!” he cried. “You’ve already been taken!”.

“I’m not taken,” you said gently, fighting the urge to scoop him into a hug. “He’s not a bad pirate.”.

Luffy leaned down to look the boy straight in the eyes. “You gotta get way stronger if you’re gonna protect her from me. I’m super tough.”

The little boy squared his shoulders. “I will! I’m gonna grow up and beat you in a duel and save her from your evil clutches!”.

Then he turned dramatically, wiping at his eyes and sprinting off into the crowd like a mini knight on a quest.

You stared after him, flower still in hand. “…That was so cute.”.

Luffy crossed his arms, puffing his cheeks out. “Hmph.”.

You looked up at him with a grin. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”.

“I’m not,” he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow. “Really?”.

“He gave you a flower,” Luffy said, voice sulky. “And a marriage proposal. That’s like… serious pirate talk.”.

You giggled. “You’ve never proposed to me.”.

He opened his mouth… then paused, as if this realization had just hit him like a cannonball.

“…Should I??”.

Now you froze. “Wait, what?”.

Luffy grabbed your hand, expression suddenly thoughtful in that rare, golden way he got when he was trying really hard to process feelings he didn’t have words for.

“I don’t know about marriage,” he said slowly. “But I do know I wanna be with you forever. Even when I’m King of the Pirates.”.

Your heart skipped so many beats you thought it might give up entirely.

“…That counts,” you whispered.

He beamed and gently took the flower from your hand, tucking it behind your ear. “Good. Now you look even prettier.”.

You looked up at him through your lashes, warmth blooming in your chest.

Behind you, somewhere in the crowd, a tiny voice cried out: “I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU WHEN I’M TEN!”.

You laughed until your stomach hurt. Luffy just grinned and grabbed your hand again, as if to say: Let him try.

𝓡𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓪 𝓩𝓸𝓻𝓸:

The sun was just beginning to dip below the rooftops of Shalora Town, casting everything in hues of gold and orange. You and Zoro had gotten separated from the rest of the crew after a casual afternoon exploring the outdoor markets. Well, "separated" might be a generous word. Zoro had gotten lost, as he always did, and you had stayed with him to avoid letting him wander into a completely different district or, knowing him, the sea.

Now the two of you were walking side by side down a quiet stone path along the edge of a large plaza. You carried a small bag of snacks, tossing roasted nuts into your mouth every now and then. Zoro, arms crossed and swords at his hip, walked a little behind you, quietly watching the shadows stretch longer across the buildings.

It was peaceful. The kind of peaceful Zoro didn’t mind. No one was talking too much, no one was challenging him to a fight, and for once, no chaos.

Until—

“Miss!”.

A tiny voice broke through the quiet, and you turned to see a small boy bounding toward you from across the plaza. He was probably five or six, with spiky dark hair and oversized boots that made his feet look like loaves of bread. He clutched something behind his back and stared at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

You blinked. “Uh… hey there?”.

The boy came to a halt, panting, then stood up as straight as he could. “I saw you from over there, and I just—I just needed to tell you something important!”.

Zoro slowed beside you, eyebrow raised.

The kid took a breath, then yanked out the thing he’d been hiding. A slightly crushed yellow flower.

“I think you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen!” he blurted. “Please marry me!”.

There was a silence.

You stared at the flower. Then at the kid.

Then you let out a little laugh, half from shock, half from how absurdly adorable it was. “Wow, that’s a bold move. How old are you?”.

“Six and a half!” he said proudly.

You squatted down so you were closer to his level. “That’s a very sweet offer. But I don’t think I can marry anyone under ten, okay?”.

He looked disappointed for a split second. But then he puffed out his chest. “Then I’ll come back when I’m ten! I’m gonna be a swordsman, just like the legendary Pirate Hunter Zoro! I’ll train every day so I can protect you!”.

Zoro, who had remained quiet up until now, suddenly stiffened. His eye twitched. “What?”.

The boy turned to look up at him. “You look kinda like him!”.

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh.

“I am him,” Zoro said flatly.

The boy gasped. “NO WAY.”.

Zoro crossed his arms. “And I’m already protecting her, so you can save your training.”.

You stood quickly, elbowing Zoro gently. “Zoro…”.

The kid narrowed his eyes at the swordsman towering over him. “You don’t even look like her boyfriend.”.

You choked.

Zoro scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”.

“You don’t hold her hand. Or give her flowers. Or even say she’s pretty!”.

You turned red instantly.

Zoro’s mouth opened. Closed. His eye darted to you.

You raised your eyebrows, not hiding your amusement at all. “He’s got a point.”.

Zoro looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. “Tch. I don’t need to say that stuff. She already knows.”.

“But I said it!” the boy pointed out triumphantly, holding up the flower again. “That means I’m winning!”.

Zoro glared down at the kid. “You think you can take me, shrimp?”.

The boy nodded with reckless confidence. “When I’m ten!”.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You laughed so hard you had to hold your sides, and the kid looked between the two of you with a proud smile.

You crouched again and gently took the flower from him. “Thank you. I’ll keep this safe until you’re ready to challenge him.”.

He beamed. “Okay! Remember me, okay?! I’m gonna be your future husband!”.

He turned on his heel and sprinted back into the plaza, shouting something about sword training and true love.

You were still giggling when Zoro muttered, “What the hell just happened?”.

“You got challenged by a six-year-old. For my hand in marriage.”.

Zoro stared ahead, jaw tight.

You leaned close. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”.

“…He’s going to trip over his own sword the second he picks it up.”.

“That wasn’t what I meant.”.

Zoro glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. Then, after a long moment, grumbled, “You look pretty. All the time.”.

You blinked. “What was that?”.

“I said you look pretty, alright? Even with stupid flowers in your hair. Especially with them.”.

You paused. Then grinned. “Wow. Two rivals confessing in one day. I feel spoiled.”.

Zoro flushed slightly and looked away. “Shut up.”.

You stood on your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“That kid’s got guts,” you murmured. “But don’t worry. You’re still winning.”.

He smirked. “Good. I wasn’t planning to lose.”.

𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓲:

It was late afternoon in the port city of Anemone Bay, the sky glowing in shades of pink and orange as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon. You and Nami were strolling along a quiet street by the seaside, bags full of trinkets from the day’s adventures.

Nami seemed particularly pleased with herself, having just pulled off an incredible bargain at the local market. You couldn’t help but admire her negotiating skills as she playfully tossed her hair over her shoulder.

“Another successful deal!” she said with a satisfied smirk. “Honestly, I might start charging for advice.”.

You grinned. “You could probably make a fortune.”.

“I already am,” Nami teased, tapping her purse. “What’s a little more?”.

You walked side by side down the cobblestone path, content to enjoy the quiet moment together. The breeze was warm and pleasant, and the waves of the nearby ocean lapped gently against the shore.

Everything was peaceful... that is, until—

“Excuse me?”.

You turned to see a small boy running toward you, his little feet stumbling as he tried to close the distance. His face was flushed with excitement, and his eyes sparkled like the sun glinting off water.

Nami raised an eyebrow. “What’s this about?”.

The boy came to a stop in front of you, out of breath, and handed you a single daisy. “I just wanted to tell you that you’re the most beautiful person in the whole world,” he said earnestly, his cheeks turning pink.

You blinked, surprised at the sincerity in his voice. “Thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”.

“I wanna marry you!” he exclaimed with all the confidence a six-year-old could muster.

You stared for a moment, trying to process what was happening. “Oh, well, I’m flattered, but I’m a little old for you,” you said gently.

He puffed out his chest, not deterred by your response. “I’ll get stronger! I’ll become a brave pirate, and I’ll fight off sea monsters and protect you from everything! I’ll even build you a ship!”.

“That’s quite the offer!” you said, smiling at his determination.

He nodded eagerly. “I’ve been saving my candy money to buy you a ring when I’m older!”.

Nami let out a small chuckle, leaning slightly to the side as she crossed her arms, clearly entertained by the little boy’s persistence. You could see the corner of her lips twitching.

You gently took the flower from his hand. “That’s very thoughtful of you. How about you come find me when you’re a bit older? Maybe when you’ve become the greatest pirate on the seas?”.

The boy looked slightly disappointed but nodded enthusiastically. “I will! And I’ll never forget you!”.

With that, he turned and sprinted off down the street, yelling something about finding treasure and learning how to use a sword.

Nami turned to you with a smirk. “Well, looks like you’ve got competition.”.

You let out a laugh. “I don’t think he can compete with you.”.

She glanced at you, an eyebrow raised. “Oh? Why’s that?”.

“Because you already are my treasure,” you said softly, your heart fluttering slightly as you gazed at her.

Nami rolled her eyes but smiled, clearly flustered despite her best efforts to hide it. “Smooth,” she muttered, but the hint of a blush on her cheeks betrayed her.

“You’re my number one,” you added, grinning.

Nami sighed dramatically, but you could tell she was pleased. “Well, if that kid ever comes back with a treasure chest, you’re all his.”.

You laughed. “I’ll think about it... but I’m pretty sure he’ll need to work on his swordsmanship before he can even hold a candle to you.”.

“Good,” Nami said with a teasing smile. “Let him try. I’ll be right here, defending my honor.”.

You chuckled and pulled her close, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. “No competition here. You’re the best.”.

Nami smiled and snuggled into your side, walking with you toward the setting sun. “As long as you remember it.”.

𝓤𝓼𝓸𝓹𝓹:

It had been a lovely day in the port city of Anemone Bay — a cheerful, art-filled town known for its bright murals, handmade kites, and community storytelling shows. Naturally, Usopp had spent the entire afternoon performing for a crowd of kids, regaling them with tales of his legendary exploits — most of them (okay, all of them) highly exaggerated, but with just enough truth to keep it thrilling.

You sat at the edge of the impromptu stage in the town square, resting your chin in your hand and smiling fondly as Usopp mimicked the mighty roar of a Sea King he’d “fought off with one hand tied and the other building a cannon out of driftwood.”.

The children were eating it up — wide-eyed, gasping, some mimicking his “battle stance.” You were eating it up too, if you were honest. Watching Usopp in his element like this was something else.

The crowd began to disperse as the sky turned golden. The children ran back to their homes, some holding sticks like swords, others shouting about giants or sky islands. Usopp stepped down with a proud puff of his chest, swaggering slightly as he approached you.

“Well? That was a good one, right?” he asked, voice still a little dramatic. “They’ll be telling my stories for years.”.

You grinned. “I mean… I tell your stories, and I’m pretty biased.”.

“Exactly!” he said proudly, resting a hand on his hip. “You’re clearly a woman of taste.”.

But before he could bask any longer in his imaginary spotlight, a tiny voice interrupted:

“Excuse me, miss?”.

You both turned.

A little boy stood there — no older than six — with big green eyes and fluffy brown hair tucked under a handmade paper pirate hat. He clutched a stick in one hand and a small daisy in the other.

You blinked. “Oh, hello there.”.

He stepped forward, holding out the flower with both hands and a serious look. “I just wanted to say… I think you’re the most beautiful person in the whole world.”.

Your heart nearly burst. “That’s so sweet of you.”.

“I wanna marry you!” he declared, cheeks turning pink but shoulders square. “I’ll become a brave pirate and protect you from sea monsters and giants! I’ll even build you a ship!”.

Usopp’s jaw slowly dropped.

You smiled, kneeling down to his level. “Wow, that’s quite an offer.”.

He nodded solemnly. “I’ve been saving candy money for a ring.”.

Usopp stepped forward abruptly, waving his hands. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down there, future pirate king! You’re trying to propose to my girlfriend!”.

The little boy blinked up at him, unimpressed. “Who are you?”.

Usopp reeled back like he’d been slapped. “Who am I?! I’m CAPTAIN USOPP! SNIPER KING! GOD OF THE SEA AND SNACKTIME!”.

The boy raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never heard of you.”.

Usopp immediately went pale.

You had to turn your face away to keep from laughing.

“But she likes me,” the boy said firmly. “She took my flower.”.

“She takes my heart every day!” Usopp cried dramatically, throwing an arm across his chest. “With every smile, she stabs me with Cupid’s sniper bolt!”.

You looked between the two of them, completely torn between swooning and cackling.

The kid planted his hands on his hips. “I’ll duel you for her.”.

Usopp sputtered. “A duel?! She’s not a prize! She’s a person!”.

You reached out and gently ruffled the boy’s hair. “Hey now, no fighting. I’m very flattered, but Usopp and I are already together.”.

He frowned deeply. “But you’re perfect.”.

Your heart melted all over again. “Thank you. That’s really sweet of you.”.

He scuffed his foot on the ground. “I’m gonna come back for you when I’m a grown-up. And taller. With a real sword.”.

Then he turned, tossed the stick like a baton, and marched off into the sunset — paper hat wobbling nobly in the breeze.

You looked up at Usopp, who still looked mildly shell-shocked.

“…Babe?”.

He slowly turned to you, eyes wide. “I just got out-heroed by a kindergartener.”.

You snorted. “It was close. You nearly had him with the ‘Cupid sniper bolt’ line.”.

Usopp flopped beside you with a groan. “I need to step up my romance game…”.

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “I think you’re doing just fine.”.

“…What if he comes back with a treasure chest?”.

You grinned. “Then I’ll use it to throw you a fancy anniversary party.”.

He sighed. “You’re worth more than all the treasure on the Grand Line.”.

You tilted your head. “Aww. See? That was pretty heroic.”.

“Write that down,” he said quickly. “I want that in my next story.”.

𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓲:

It was a warm afternoon aboard the Thousand Sunny. The crew had docked at a vibrant island, one that was known for its incredible food markets. The air smelled of fresh fruit, pastries, and savory dishes, which had Sanji practically bouncing with excitement. The island was a perfect haven for him to explore, and he was practically drooling at the thought of all the delicious meals he could whip up in the kitchen.

You were walking alongside Sanji, enjoying the moment of calm before the crew dove headfirst into exploring the island. You’d often found these quiet moments with Sanji to be the most peaceful, as he was so full of energy when cooking, but around you, he was always incredibly sweet and kind.

“So, what do you think, Y/n? Should I make some of my world-famous omelets for tonight? Or maybe a seafood platter—oh, I could do a grilled fish with some vegetables!” Sanji was rambling excitedly, his hands moving as though he were already preparing the dishes in mid-air.

You chuckled at his enthusiasm. “That sounds amazing as always, Sanji. Maybe a bit of everything?”.

Sanji’s eyes sparkled. “Now that’s what I like to hear! You’ve got good taste, Y/n!” He beamed, clearly excited at the prospect of cooking for you.

As you walked, a small voice suddenly interrupted your conversation. “Excuse me, miss?”.

You stopped in your tracks, turning toward the source of the voice. Standing in front of you was a young boy, no older than six or seven. His hair was messy, his clothes a bit worn, but there was a confident, determined look in his bright eyes. He held something behind his back, clearly shy but still mustering the courage to speak.

Sanji’s eyes narrowed, instantly picking up on the situation. His hand went instinctively to the cigarette he always had, but he didn’t light it—he just gripped it tightly. He was clearly sizing up the situation, the slight tension in his posture unmistakable.

The boy stepped forward, his little chest puffing out with the seriousness of his words. “I just wanted to say... you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen!” He blurted out, holding a single wildflower in his hand. He held it up to you, his cheeks bright red. “Will you marry me when I grow up?”.

You blinked, taken aback by the boldness and sincerity in the boy’s confession. You bent down to his level, your smile soft and encouraging. “Oh, that’s very sweet of you. But, you know, marriage is a big deal, and you’re still so young.”.

The boy shook his head vigorously, undeterred. “I’ll be the best cook in the world when I’m older! I’ll make the best meals ever, just like you, miss! And I’ll build the biggest kitchen on a ship, just for you!”.

You smiled, touched by his earnestness. “That’s very ambitious of you. I’m sure you’ll be an incredible cook when you grow up. But maybe... focus on your training first, yeah?”.

Sanji’s lips curled into a slight smirk, but his eyes were full of a mixture of amusement and protectiveness. He stepped a little closer to you, a subtle way of putting his presence between you and the young admirer. “Oh? So, you’re going to be a cook, huh?” he said, crossing his arms over his chest, his voice teasing. “Well, let me tell you, kid, being the best chef in the world isn’t easy. You’ve got a long way to go before you can match up to someone as amazing as Y/n.".

The little boy puffed out his chest, looking up at Sanji with wide eyes. “I’ll do my best! I’ll train hard, and one day I’ll be the best cook, just like you!”.

Sanji chuckled, his protective nature kicking in, but also a little amused by the boy’s determination. “Well, kid, it takes more than just cooking to win someone’s heart. You’ll need to bring out the charm, just like I do.” Sanji winked dramatically, obviously proud of his skills in both cooking and charming people.

The boy’s eyes shone with excitement. “I’ll do that too! I’ll be strong, I’ll cook, and I’ll be charming just like you!”.

You smiled softly, reaching out to ruffle the boy’s hair. “You’ve got a lot of spirit. I’m sure you’ll do great things one day.”.

The boy looked up at you with determination in his eyes. “I’ll come back when I’m older, and then... I’ll be good enough to marry you!”.

Sanji’s eyes softened, but he couldn’t resist giving the boy a teasing glance. “You’ve got a lot of confidence for a little guy. But I’ll tell you one thing—nobody is taking Y/n from me. You’d better be prepared to work hard if you want to catch up to me.”.

The boy smiled, giving a salute with all the seriousness a child could muster. “I’ll be ready, I promise!”.

With that, the boy turned and ran off, disappearing into the distance. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him, his pirate hat flying off as he bolted away.

Sanji let out a small sigh, crossing his arms again. “Yohohoho... looks like I’ve got a little rival, huh?”.

You chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. “It’s cute, don’t you think? He’s got big dreams.”.

Sanji’s eyes softened, but his tone was firm. “I don’t care how cute it is. You’re mine, Y/n. No one’s going to steal you from me, not even some little kid who’s dreaming of being the best chef on the seas.”.

You smiled, touched by his protectiveness. “You don’t have to worry, Sanji. I’m right here with you.”.

Sanji grinned, his usual charm returning. “Of course you are. And don’t worry, Y/n, I’ll make sure to cook for you every day, all while keeping an eye on anyone who tries to swoop in.” He winked, pulling you closer with a mischievous smile. “You’re my treasure, and no one’s taking you from me.”.

You laughed, feeling the warmth of his affection as you walked with him toward the market. “You’re right, Sanji. I’m yours.”.

As the two of you continued on, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of love for him. No matter how many admirers came and went, Sanji would always be the one who captured your heart with his fiery passion for cooking and his tender care for you.

𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓸 𝓡𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓷:

The air was warm as the crew spent the afternoon on a quiet island, relaxing after a long stretch of adventure on the Grand Line. You and Robin had found a peaceful spot near a small seaside café, where the sound of waves mixed with the quiet chatter of locals enjoying their day. Robin was reading one of her treasured books, her posture relaxed as she leaned against the stone wall, her legs crossed underneath her. You were seated beside her, watching the world pass by, enjoying the rare moment of calm.

Robin’s fingers traced the edge of the pages gently, her expression soft as she absorbed the knowledge contained in the text. You could spend hours just watching her read — the way she was so absorbed in her books, lost to the world around her.

Everything felt perfect... until—

“Excuse me, miss?”.

You turned to see a small boy approaching, barely six or seven years old, with wide, curious eyes and a paper pirate hat atop his head. He was clutching something small in his hand.

You gave him a friendly smile. “Hello there. How can we help you?”.

The boy looked a bit nervous at first but then gathered his courage. “I, uh... I just wanted to tell you that you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” His voice was tentative, but he held his head high as if rehearsing something. “And I think you’re amazing. You should be a queen, or even a pirate king! I can’t let you sail the seas alone, so...”.

You blinked, surprised, and glanced at Robin for a moment. She hadn’t looked up from her book yet, but her posture had stiffened slightly. It was clear she was watching the interaction out of the corner of her eye.

The boy’s voice grew more confident as he pressed forward: “I want to marry you! When I grow up and become the best pirate, I’ll protect you. I’ll even build you a ship with a golden figurehead! You’ll never have to worry about anything again!”.

You were taken aback by how determined he sounded. “Well, thank you. That’s very sweet of you,” you said gently, trying to find the right words.

The boy continued, unphased, “I’ve been saving up my allowance, and I’m going to buy you a ring. When I’m older, I’ll come find you!”.

Robin finally looked up from her book, her lips twitching in amusement as she caught your eye. The corners of her mouth turned upward as she saw the adorable earnestness in the boy’s face.

You chuckled softly. “You’re very brave for someone so young, but I think you still have a lot of growing to do before we can think about that. Maybe come find me again when you’re older, and we’ll see what happens then?”.

The boy’s face lit up with hope. “I’ll do that! I won’t forget you, and I’ll make sure to become the best pirate ever!”.

With that, he handed you the small flower he had clutched in his hands — a wild daisy — and turned, running off with a proud swagger that belied his age.

You watched him go, holding the flower. “Well, that was... unexpected.”.

Robin closed her book with a soft smile, the teasing edge to her voice unmistakable. “He certainly has great ambition.”.

You glanced over at her. “I think he meant it. He really wants to be the best pirate to protect me.”.

Robin raised an eyebrow. “And you think you’ll be his treasure?” she asked, her voice light, but there was a certain possessiveness there that you noticed. A part of you knew that Robin, despite her calm demeanor, was fiercely protective — especially when it came to you.

“I don’t think he has a chance,” you teased, giving her a wink. “But he sure is determined. Do I have to worry about him challenging me to a duel when he’s older?”.

Robin smirked, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. “If he shows up with a treasure chest one day, I might have to start charging him for interest.”.

You laughed softly and leaned closer to her, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “No one could ever replace you, Robin.”.

She tilted her head, her expression softening, but there was still a hint of playfulness in her eyes. “I certainly hope not.”.

Then, almost as if on cue, she leaned in and kissed you, her lips warm against yours as if to claim you once more. When she pulled away, there was a slight smile on her face — one that was both knowing and fond. “You’re mine, and don’t you forget it.”.

You smiled, holding her hand gently. “I won’t forget. But if that kid ever grows up to be a famous pirate, I think we might need to keep an eye on him.”.

Robin chuckled and shook her head. “Well, he’ll have to get past me first.”.

𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴𝔂:

It was a sunny afternoon, the crew relaxing after a long journey through a particularly treacherous part of the Grand Line. Anemone Bay was a peaceful town, with bright buildings and a bustling port that made it a perfect spot to take a break. You and Franky were wandering through the streets, with Franky proudly showing off his latest “upgrades” to his robot arm — apparently, the hydraulics could now crush rocks with ease.

“CHECK IT OUT! I CALL IT… THE ‘FRANKY SMASHER 3000!’” Franky announced loudly, flexing his mechanical arm dramatically for anyone nearby to see.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m sure it’ll come in handy when we fight a bunch of rocks, but what else can it do?”.

“Well, besides smash rocks, it can crack open coconuts, open any door, and even hold a glass of water while I drink it. Multi-tasking at its finest!” Franky grinned, clearly pleased with his own ingenuity.

You shook your head in amusement as you strolled alongside him. “You’re something else, Franky.”.

Franky puffed out his chest with pride. “DARN STRAIGHT! I’m a masterpiece! The most amazing cyborg in the world! And you’re lucky to have me!”.

As you laughed and continued walking, a small voice suddenly interrupted your peace.

“Excuse me, miss?”.

You turned to see a little boy, around six or seven years old, running toward you. He was wearing a paper pirate hat that looked a little too big for his head, and his cheeks were flushed with excitement.

Franky’s posture immediately went from relaxed to alert, his gaze narrowing slightly as he turned to look at the kid. “Who’s this, huh?”.

The boy stopped in front of you, holding out a small, wilted flower with a shy smile. “I just wanted to say... you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I want to protect you and keep you safe from the bad guys. I’ll become a strong pirate and build the best ship in the world, just for you!”.

You blinked in surprise at his sincerity. “Oh, that’s really sweet of you,” you said gently, smiling at him. “Thank you.”.

The boy nodded seriously, then blurted out, “I want to marry you! When I’m grown up, I’ll be the strongest pirate, and I’ll be able to protect you and make sure nothing bad ever happens!”.

Franky’s mechanical arm clenched, and you could practically hear the gears turning in his mind.

The boy handed you the wilted flower with both hands, his eyes wide with excitement. “I’ll build a ship with a super powerful cannon just for you! I’ll even put your name on it! You’ll never have to worry about anything again!”.

You chuckled at his enthusiasm. “You sure are confident! But maybe you should wait a little while to work on those plans... I think you still have a lot of growing up to do.”.

The boy puffed out his chest, undeterred. “I’ll do it! I’ll work hard, and when I’m big, I’ll come back and marry you. You’ll see!”.

He turned and ran off, his pirate hat flying behind him as he disappeared into the distance.

You watched him go, a fond smile on your face. “Well, that was unexpected.”.

Franky’s eyes narrowed, and his arm shifted as if preparing for battle. “Did you see that, [Y/N]? He wants you to be his treasure...”.

You glanced at him and grinned. “Don’t worry, Franky. He’s just a little kid.”.

“Little kid?!” Franky practically shouted. “I’ve built a hundred different kinds of ships, but no one’s gonna take away MY treasure!”.

You raised an eyebrow. “Your treasure?”.

Franky crossed his arms over his chest, clearly getting worked up. “Yeah! You’re my treasure, Y/n! And nobody is gonna steal you from me! Not some little kid with a wilted flower, not even if he’s got the coolest pirate ship in the world!”.

You laughed, reaching out and patting his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere, Franky. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”.

Franky’s face flushed, and he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah, well, I just... I’m super protective of what’s mine, y’know? You’re the best, Y/n, and I’m not letting anyone get the wrong idea.”.

You chuckled, leaning up to press a quick kiss on his cheek. “I think that little boy’s got some growing to do before he can compete with you.”.

“Yeah, well, if he tries to build a ship to impress you, I’ll build a thousand better ones, each with a super powerful cannon!” Franky grinned, flexing his mechanical arm.

You shook your head in amusement. “I’m pretty sure that kid’s already got a head start on his candy stash. He was really serious about that ring thing.”.

“Well, we’ll just see who can out-pirate who,” Franky said with a smirk, pulling you in closer. “But for now... you’re my treasure, and I’m keeping you safe. No one’s taking you from me. No one.”.

You smiled, snuggling up to him as the sun dipped below the horizon. “I’m yours, Franky. Always.”.

𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓴:

The crew had docked at a small island, with the sun beginning to dip low on the horizon, casting an orange glow across the beach. You, along with Brook, were enjoying the fresh air, strolling leisurely along the shoreline. The waves lapped softly against the sand, and the sound of the sea breeze rustled through the palm trees, creating a perfect atmosphere for a peaceful walk.

Brook, as always, was in a chipper mood, strumming his beloved violin. His music filled the air, a cheerful tune that seemed to make the world around him brighter.

“♪ Yohohoho! Is this not the most wonderful day, Y/n?” Brook asked, his skull grinning wide. “With a fine ocean breeze, a bit of the sunset, and my magnificent music, what more could we possibly need?”.

You smiled at him, your heart warming as you listened to his carefree voice. “I can’t think of anything better,” you said, walking alongside him. The rhythm of his violin brought a sense of calm to the island, and it felt like the perfect moment to just enjoy his company.

But the peaceful atmosphere didn’t last long, as a small voice piped up from behind you.

“Excuse me, sir, miss?”.

You and Brook turned in unison, startled by the sudden interruption. Standing in front of you was a little boy, probably no older than six, with messy hair, a pirate hat that was clearly too big for him, and an expression full of earnest determination. His cheeks were rosy, and his eyes shone with confidence far beyond his years.

Brook immediately straightened up, his eyes lighting up. “Ah, it’s a fan! Yohohoho! What brings you to the mighty crew of the Thousand Sunny?”.

The little boy hesitated for a moment, his hands clutching something behind his back. “I, uh... I wanted to tell you that... you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” His voice was shaky but sincere.

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden declaration. “Oh... that’s very sweet of you, little one,” you said gently.

The boy stepped forward, his hand coming from behind his back to reveal a small wildflower — the kind that grew in the cracks of the stone path. “And I want to marry you when I grow up!” he announced, his voice full of childish conviction. “I’ll build the best ship in the world, just for you. With a giant treasure chest! And I’ll make sure to protect you from the bad guys! And we’ll have all the adventures you could ever want!”.

Brook’s eyes widened dramatically, and he put his violin down, adjusting his bone structure as if preparing for a showdown. “Yohohoho! A bold offer, indeed! But I must say...” He bent slightly toward the boy, his deep, booming voice full of flair, “You might be competing with someone who has already claimed that title...”.

The boy’s eyes went wide with curiosity, unsure of what Brook meant. “You mean... you?”.

Brook nodded grandly. “That’s right! For I, the great and powerful Brook, am already the most charming skeleton on the seas! And, as it turns out... my dear Y/n is my one and only treasure!” He placed a hand over his bony chest and struck a dramatic pose, looking every bit the showman he was.

The little boy looked between you and Brook, processing the information. Then, his face scrunched up in determination. “No! I’ll be stronger than you one day! And I’ll win Y/n’s heart with my grand pirate ship!”.

“Oh no you won’t, kiddo!” Brook said, suddenly pulling out a bouquet of roses he had somehow managed to hide. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to steal away my one and only! I can sing love songs that’ll make their heart skip a beat!” He struck a dramatic pose with his bouquet, looking like he was about to burst into a ballad.

You let out a laugh at the sight of Brook, so absurd and yet so endearing, doing everything he could to hold his ground against the little boy’s bold declaration.

The child, noticing Brook’s antics, hesitated for a moment, clearly thinking it over. Finally, he shrugged, looking at you with a soft smile. “Okay, maybe I’ll come back and try again when I’m bigger.”.

Brook, not one to lose a competition, gave him a victorious smile. “You’d better be ready, little one! Yohohoho!”.

The boy waved goodbye, his little feet carrying him down the path. You watched as he disappeared into the distance, the bouquet of roses still held in Brook’s hands.

Brook turned to you, a wide grin on his face. “See? I told you. No one could ever take my treasure from me.”.

You shook your head with a smile, amused by Brook’s over-the-top reaction. “You really do know how to make an impression, don’t you, Brook?”.

He puffed out his chest proudly, his grin widening. “Of course! A treasure like you deserves only the finest!”.

You chuckled and playfully nudged him. “Well, I think you’ve got some competition when it comes to serenading, but you’re still my favorite skeleton.”.

Brook immediately went into a dramatic bow. “Yohohoho! That’s the best compliment I’ve ever received! And don’t worry, my dear Y/n, you’re stuck with me forever!”.

You laughed again, your heart swelling as you realized how lucky you were to have such a lovable, charming, and hilarious companion by your side. “I’m lucky to have you too, Brook.”.

Brook straightened up with an even bigger grin, if that was even possible. “And no matter what happens, Y/n, my love for you will always be strong—stronger than any ship on the seas! Yohohoho!”.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words as you continued to walk along the beach with him. Whatever the future held, you knew one thing for sure: Brook’s heart, like his skeleton, was as unbreakable as it was full of love.

𝓙𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓮:

It was a quiet evening on a peaceful island, with the sun just dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. The crew had decided to spend the night resting after a long journey, and the mood was light and calm. You found yourself walking alongside Jinbe, your steps matching his as the two of you strolled down the sandy path by the beach. The sounds of the waves crashing softly against the shore filled the air, and for a moment, it felt as though the world was at peace.

Jinbe, with his calm and serene demeanor, had been your constant companion throughout your adventures. His protective nature and wisdom had made him someone you trusted completely, and you couldn’t help but feel at ease whenever he was around.

You glanced up at him as you walked. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a moment like this, huh?”.

Jinbe nodded, his gaze calm as ever. “Yes, it’s nice to have some peace. The sea has its moments of tranquility, just as we do. Sometimes it’s important to appreciate the stillness.”.

“I couldn’t agree more,” you said, smiling softly as you walked beside him.

The two of you continued along the beach, enjoying the quiet, but your peaceful stroll was interrupted by a small voice that suddenly called out to you.

“Excuse me!”.

You stopped and turned to see a young boy, no older than six, rushing toward you. His hair was messy, and he was wearing a makeshift pirate hat that looked like it had been crafted from scraps of cloth. His face was flushed with determination, and his eyes sparkled with confidence.

Jinbe immediately placed a protective hand near his waist, his brow furrowing slightly, but not in anger—just a sign of caution. You recognized that look well; Jinbe always had a watchful eye when it came to anyone approaching you.

The boy stopped in front of you, his small chest puffed out as if he were facing a great challenge. “Excuse me, miss! I just wanted to say...” He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, then blurted out, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen! I want to marry you!”.

You blinked in surprise, taken aback by his boldness. “Oh, my... well, that’s very sweet of you,” you said gently, trying to smile at him. “But you’re a bit young to be thinking about marriage, don’t you think?”.

The boy shook his head vigorously, not deterred. “No! I’m going to become the best pirate in the world, and I’ll build the best ship ever, just for you! I’ll even make it big enough to sail across the whole world with you! And I’ll protect you from all the bad guys!”.

Jinbe’s expression softened at the boy’s words, though his protective instincts were still evident. He leaned in slightly and placed a firm, but gentle hand on your shoulder. “You seem to have made quite the impression, Y/n,” he said with a slight chuckle, his voice deep and warm.

You laughed softly, your heart warming at the boy’s earnestness. “That’s very kind of you. But I’m afraid there’s still a lot of growing up for you to do before that becomes possible.”.

The boy seemed to consider your words for a moment, his eyes narrowing in thought. “I will! I’ll get stronger and stronger, and then I’ll come back and win your heart!”.

Jinbe, who had been silent until then, spoke with a calm and understanding voice, his tone filled with wisdom. “You have great ambition, little one. But remember, there’s much more to becoming a strong person than just building ships and becoming a pirate. The heart and mind need just as much care.”.

The boy looked up at Jinbe, his expression one of awe and respect. “You’re right! I’ll become strong not just for Y/n, but to protect everyone! That’s what pirates do, right?”.

Jinbe smiled gently, his wisdom and strength undeniable. “Indeed, young one. Pirates protect the ones they care about. But remember, strength is not just in muscles or ships—it’s in the courage to do what’s right.”.

The boy nodded solemnly, though there was a twinkle in his eye as he held out the small flower he had picked for you. “I’ll bring you a bigger one next time. When I’m older, I’ll come back, and I’ll be strong enough to protect you. I promise!”.

You took the flower from him, feeling touched by his sincerity. “Thank you. I’ll look forward to that day. But for now, I think you should keep focusing on your dreams.”.

With a determined grin, the boy turned and ran off, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll be the best pirate, you’ll see!”.

As you watched him disappear, you couldn’t help but smile. “He’s got a lot of heart.”.

Jinbe’s gaze softened as he turned to you, his tone calm and steady. “He does. But you are not just anyone’s treasure, Y/n. You are my treasure.”.

You blinked, slightly surprised by the quiet intensity in his voice. “Jinbe...”.

He smiled at you, his eyes full of warmth and affection. “I will always protect you, no matter what. No child, no matter how sincere, will be able to sway me. My heart belongs to you.”.

You felt a wave of affection for him, his strength, his kindness, and his wisdom. “I know, Jinbe. And I’m grateful for you. I couldn’t ask for a better protector.”.

He gave you a gentle smile, placing a large, warm hand on your shoulder. “You are safe with me, Y/n. Always.”.

And as you continued walking along the beach, side by side with Jinbe, you couldn’t help but feel the peace that came from knowing he would always have your back, no matter what. His heart, as vast and strong as the sea, was yours to share.

sanji's first time | sanji x reader

sanji has been wondering what this day would be like for years and he's sure he could die a happy man after a night with you ♡

18+ ACCOUNT/CONTENT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

warnings: sub sanji, men whimpering yeahhhhh, sex for the first time, afab reader!, lots of commanding sanji

sanji pants heavily when you pull off of his cock with a pop, a pathetic whine leaving him when you press a sloppy kiss to the tip. "such a good boy. don't even have to tell you to behave." you giggle as you pump him with your fist, another cry leaving him as he watches your hand and grips the sheets underneath him. you stop only a moment later, crawling into his lap and leaning down to kiss him as you slowly grind back against his cock that's leaking pre-cum and flushed red at the tip. "c-come on, baby, pleasepleaseplease.." he gasps out, his shaky hands finding your waist and squeezing it. you playfully tut at him, taking his hands off your waist much to his dismay; a quiet cry leaves him when you instead place his hands on your breasts. "gotta take it slow, sweetheart. don't want you cumming just yet." you say with a hum, reaching back to lead his cock to your entrance.

the two of you moan in unison when his tip pushes just past your folds, staying like that as he throws his head back against the pillows with a loud moan. his face is flushed red with lust, lips slick with spit as he tries to stop himself from drooling at your heat around his tip. "don't be shy, honey, i want to hear alll your sounds." you giggle as you finally lower your hips with a long moan, sanji unable to hold back the embarrassing cry of a curse that leaves him. his hips buck up into you on instinct, another whine leaving him when you push his hips down with one hand. "let me take care of you, handsome. you already help me so much." you say, lifting your hips again; you bite your lip to hide the growing smile on your face when you don't lower your hips, relishing in the desperate look in sanji's eyes. "pleasepleasepleasepleaseohgodspleasebabyplease"

you pick up the pace of your hips as you lean forward enough for sanji to force you further down, groaning as he buries his face in your breasts; had this been any other moment, you would have laughed but sanji's eagerness even for his first time only turned you on even more. "such a good boy, puppy, so so good." you whine softly as he squeezes your breasts further against his face. without warning, he starts to buck his hips up into yours in a way that sends a chill up your spine, setting a fast, steady pace that makes a choked moan leave you. he babbles strings of praise to you and what you think is an apology; "feelsofuckinggood, 'm sorry.." he whines as his hands find your ass and squeeze it, using it as a way to lower your hips to meet his.

way too soon for sanji, he feels himself getting close and he can already tell it's going to hit him hard. "b-baby, 'm soclose, please, w-wanna cum inside.." he pants heavily, looking up at you with this look that makes you let out a small whine: how can you possibly refuse him when he's looking at you like you are god herself? "let it allll out, honey, give it all to me." you whine as you start to move your hips to meet his, feeling your own release coming. sanji's sounds only grow louder and more pathetic with every stroke inside of you, calling out your name like a mantra. it isn't long until sanji finally cums, letting out a loud, low groan as his hips speed up into an almost impossible pace much to your pleasure. he goes limp against the bed as you ride out your own high, head tipped back and soft gasps slipping out of you as you milk sanji for all he's worth.

im ngl to yall, i finished this at almost 2:00 am so sorry if anything sounds weird LMFOAM

Kinktober Special Part 1

The Crew's Whore (Part 1)

It's KINKTOBER BABY!!! I'm celebrating early and it's getting weird. Making a multi part series about being the Straw Hat's plaything. If anyone has any suggestions about other chapters, I'm happy to hear them! I'm open to almost anything! Sanji is first, because like? Of course he is.

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great talent. Your years working as a high-end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy. 

Pairing: SUB Sanji x DOM afab!reader

WC: 3600 lmao

TW: sub and dom situation, she tops him, groping, masturbation, pet names, submissive behavior, kissing, voyeurism, BONDAGE, rope play, BDSM, cropping, riding crop usage, smacking, edging, teasing, submissive sanji :(, vaginal sex, fingering, begging.

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 1: The Cook

You had been sailing with the Straw Hat crew for just a week now after agreeing to join their band of pirates. You made an agreement to join them not only to aide in their battles but also to provide your… services. You always had an insatiable sexual appetite, hence becoming such a professional in your line of work. After a week with not a single suitor, you had felt yourself become needy and frustrated. It had been 7 days and not a single member of your newly found crew had come to seek you out for some relief. Not even Sanji… 

You were so sure he was going to be rapping at your door the first night you spent aboard the Sunny. When you agreed to join the crew and allow your body to be used by any of them at any time, Sanji’s nose sprung a leak so strong that he had to be carried back to his room partially conscious. 

So when a week had passed and he hadn’t made you a proposal, you were concerned. He had barely even fawned over Robin or Nami either, actually… He seemed off. You started to watch him closer throughout the day. He was constantly running back and forth between dishes, preparing meals, setting tables, and taking inventory of the pantry, he just looked so spread thin, not like the charismatic love drunk cook you had gotten to know. You realized that had he not been so busy, of course he would have made a pass at you, he just needed to relax and frankly, so did you. 

The hour grew late and you knew while most of your shipmates would be in bed, Sanji would be in the galley finishing up the dishes from dinner. You finish the glass of white wine you were enjoying on the deck and walk into the kitchen. 

“Y/n my darling,” Sanji sighed out tiredly as he saw it was you who entered the galley. “Do you need more wine? I can open another bottle if you just give me a moment I have-“ He looked for a towel to wipe his hands dry of the dish water. 

“Sanji thanks but no, it’s fine. Keep doing what you’re doing. I’m a big girl, I can get it myself. I don’t want to make more work for you.”

“If it’s for you, my love, it’s never work.” 

You chuckled and winked at him as you headed towards the wine pantry. You perused the shelves for a bit before grabbing a bottle off the rack and walked back out to the kitchen where Sanji had returned to washing dishes. You noticed his broad shoulders tensing under his dress shirt as he continued to clean. He really was pretty. You walked towards him. “You still keep that wine key in your pants pocket, Sanji?” You ask him, a sultry low tone in your voice. 

“Oh, um, yeah, I’ll grab it hold on-“ Sanji stutters out as he removes his hands from the sink.

“No need.” You came up behind him and snaked your hand into the front pocket of his dress slacks.  In doing this you pressed your breasts against his back. You fished around in his pocket as you brought your other hand to grab his hip. You felt the wine key immediately but you moved your hand past it, feeling around pretending to still look for it. You moved you hand over inside his pocket and softly placed it over his cock and you felt it twitch in his briefs through the thin fabric of the pocket. 

“Y/n!” Sanji was turning bright red and a single drop of blood spilled from his nose. 

“Is that a bottle opener in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” You smiled wickedly up at him peeking around his shoulder. You softly squeezed his hardening dick. Sanji had gone into shock, your hand was feeling him up through his pants and he could barely think anymore. 

You continued, “Sanji you do so much for us. You work so hard every day to keep us fed and safe. You make so many hard choices and spend all day taking care of everyone except for yourself. Don’t you think you deserve a break? A break from everything? A time for you just to let your mind go completely blank?” 

You purred into his ear as you continued to very slightly stroke him and squeeze him through his pants pocket. Sanji was breathing heavily and couldn’t get out any words, his mind short circuiting. 

“You don't have to answer right this second, but if you’ll let me help you, come to my room in an hour.” You pulled your hand back out of his pocket and brought the wine key with you on your way out. You give him a seductive eyebrow raise before you left the kitchen and brought your wine bottle with the newly acquired opener down to your room. 

You stripped your clothes off upon entering your room and started opening up the wine bottle. You took a swig straight from the perfectly chilled bottle and giggled to yourself. This would be fun. You knew he would show up, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind he could resist you after the little show you put on in the kitchen. You head over to your walk in closet and grabbed a black silk robe with lace dripped off the sleeves and slipped it on. You walked even further into your closet into your favorite section. All of your favorite toys and naughty items were hung neatly on the walls and packed into shelves. You smiled, finally getting back to your old self again. You wanted to give Sanji the night of his life, especially after how well he takes care of you and the rest of the crew. 

You ghost your hands over various bondage items before grabbed old reliable, some simple red rope. You decided to get your softest crop, knowing that Sanji probably wasn’t used to this type of sexual encounter. You didn’t want to really hurt him… not tonight at least. 

You laid both items out on your bed and you sat down against the cushions and settled in with your bottle of wine. You couldn’t help but feel warm all over, electric with the excitement of taking a new lover. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together, your cunt starting to get wet. 

*knock knock* 

“Come in.” You shout as you get off the bed and walk towards the door. Sanji opens it and shyly steps inside. 

“Y/n… I.. don’t know what to say… I just… I guess… I need it.” Sanji stumbled horribly over his  words, eyes glued to where your robe dipped low into your cleavage. 

“Need what, Sanji?” You needed to hear him say it. 

“I need your help, Y/n. I had all these grand plans to impress you and make our first time together perfect and romantic but I just… I’ve been so exhausted… I’m so burnt out…” He sighed out, clearly so stressed. 

“I know you are… That’s why I’m going to help you relax. You don’t have to think about a thing… Or lift a single finger… Do you trust me, Sanji?” You approach him and start wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your face close to nuzzle his nose with yours. “Let me relieve your stress tonight.” 

He answers you with a passionate kiss grabbing the sides of your face with both hands. He continues to kiss you with fervor as he pushes you back towards the bed. He pulls away, there’s so much lust in his eyes, but you can tell he’s exhausted. 

“Yes, I want that. Please." He pleaded for you. 

You smiled at him. This was going to be fun. 

“Ok. Strip, then. Completely naked on the bed. Spread eagle. Quickly.” Your voice turned commanding as soon as you heard his consent. He stared at you for a moment dumbfounded before he started loosening his tie and stripping off his clothes. Once his dress socks were off he practically jumped onto your bed. His cock was already standing at attention from your teasing earlier in the galley. 

*pretty…* you thought. 

You grabbed your rope from the corner of the bed and started tying each of his limbs to your bedframe. It wasn’t tight, or stretching him at all, he had plenty of slack rope for movement, but he certainly wasn’t going anywhere. 

“Now sweet boy… You’re going to do everything I say… no matter what… Understand? And if you need a break, you say “strawberry”. Got it?” You ask him as you tighten each knot. Sanji nods excitedly. 

“No no,” You smack his naked thigh with 2 fingers. He winced.  “You tell me out loud.”

“Yes, y/n. I understand. I will do anything you say.” 

“Hm… Good.” You smirk to yourself as you bring an armchair to sit directly in front of the bed in Sanji’s line of sight. His chest was heaving, he was feeling so many things. Excitement. Nervousness. Everything. His cock was already stating to leak and you had done nothing more than tie him to the bed. You met his gaze. You slipped your robe to the floor revealing your full naked body to him without breaking eye contact. He falters and drops his eyes to your gorgeous, bare body. His mouth drops open. 

You grab his suit jacket off the floor and reach into the inner pocket grabbing his smokes and his lighter before dropping the jacket back down. You saunter slowly over to the chair and sit down, crossing your legs and leaning back. You slide a cigarette out of the pack and light it. 

“Ohhhh Black-leg…” Your blow out with a puff of smoke. “Look at you now… So sweet and willing… Can you imagine if people saw you like this?” You smiled as you took another drag. “Even that swordsman?”

“Have you had him?” Sanji was burst out of his lust filled haze at the mention of his rival. 

You laughed “Oh sweetheart no. He’s so clueless, I don’t even think he knows what I’m here for. I haven’t had anyone on the crew yet. You’re going to be my first.”

You blow out a cloud of smoke as you lean back further and spread your legs for him. Sanji could see the glistening slick on the lips of your perfect cunt. You take a last drag of the cigarette and snuffed it out in the ashtray on your side table.  You continue,

“And they say you always remember your first…” Sanji audibly whimpers at your words. His cock was leaking precum down his veiny shaft. He tugged lightly at his restraints, thinking maybe he could get free and grab you. He couldn’t. You were a professional, after all. 

You grab your breasts and begin to toy with your nipples, breathing out an airy sigh. After kneading and playing with your tits for awhile, you snake your left hand down your body. You use your pointer and middle finger to spread your pussy wide open for Sanji to see your swollen clit and leaking hole. 

Sanji lurches his body forward instinctively, desperately trying to get closer to your dripping cunt that was putting on a show for him. He groans loudly. 

“Please, Y/n… Let me touch you please… I can make you feel good I promise!” 

You tut at him while bringing your right hand down to your pussy and using 3 fingers to slowly rub your clit, “no no sweet boy, you do so much already. You need to rest.” Your smile was evil.

Soft little sighs leave your mouth as you pleasure yourself. Sanji’s chest was heaving dramatically as he watched you, no more words leaving his mouth, only heavy breaths. You bring down your fingers and push them inside of yourself, moaning and throwing your head back in the process. You immediately pushed them up towards your spot and rubbed it forcefully. Your pussy was so slick that the heel of your palm slipped effortlessly across your clit as you pumped your fingers inside of yourself. The pressure in your lower belly starting building as you moaned louder. 

You pick your head up and look at the gorgeous blonde submissive in front of you. God, you missed this. Fully bringing a man to his sexual limits. He looked so sad but so turned on, beads of sweat running down his forehead. You continued fucking yourself to orgasm as his eyes were locked onto your stuffed cunt. 

“Do you wanna watch me cum, sweet boy? Would that make you happy?” You breathed out at him as you brought yourself right to the edge of climax. 

“GOD FUCK yes, please God yes y/n please I want to see it so badly! You’re so beautiful!” Sanji was so desperate he was shouting as you. His cock twitched painfully against his belly, leaking precum onto his abs. The sight allowed you to shudder forward into a powerful orgasm. “Fuck!” You shriek out as you squirt out warm liquid over your hand. You shake and spasm as your orgasm finished wreaking havoc on your body. 

You pull out your fingers and sit up in your chair as you regain strength. You rise up and walk towards Sanji’s head laying on one of your pillows. “Open.”

He turns towards you to meet your eyes, he obliges. You shove your cum covered fingers into his open mouth. He immediately wraps his tongue around your fingers, trying desperately to taste the flavors of your delicious cunt. His eyes roll back in his head, he closes his mouth around your fingers and sucks them needing to get every last drop down his throat. 

“Oh what a good boy you are, taking your reward so well!” You praise him as he sucks your fingers. He lets out a massive groan around your hand and his body lurches forward. You turn your head to look down his body. 

He had just cum. From sucking on your fingers. There was a massive trail of semen across his abdomen. You gasp. You reach to your left and grab the smooth riding crop laying on the bed. A disastrous smile spreads across your face. 

“You! little! slut!” You smack his left thigh with your crop. Sanji winces and gasps. “Look at you! I didn’t know you were such a desperate little thing!” You punctuate your teasing with more slaps to his thighs and chest as you circle the bed, like a hyena stalking its prey. 

“Just… Just for you… my love… Please…” Sanji was breathing so hard, after cumming untouched he still felt unsatisfied. The leather cracking on his thighs was providing him the perfect amount of pain for his dick to perk up again. He needed your body on him now…. Your mouth, your hands, your pussy ANYTHING, he needed more. 

“Please what, greedy boy? It seems you’ve already gotten a reward. What else could you possibly need, hmm?” You giggled wickedly as you give him more light smacks with your crop. 

“Please fuck me y/n! Please fuck me! Anything you want, just please touch me!” Sanji shouts at you. He tugs violently at his restraints, needing to grab your body and ravish it like you deserve. 

“shhhh.. relax honey.. you’ve done so good.. I’ll help you now… just relax, okay?” You kiss his forehead before dropping your crop and hopping up to straddle him on the bed. You begin kissing his neck and sucking dark red hickeys onto it so that he could prove to his rival that he was the one to take you first. You knew he’d love that. Sanji moans out under your deep kisses on his collar bone. He jerks his hips upwards towards your core, trying to feel some wetness or pressure on his hard cock. 

You reach down and line his leaking dick up with your entrance. It was so velvety and thick, you swipe it through your wetness a few times, gasping at the feeling of it’s mushroom tip pressing on your clit. 

“Goooood baby boy, so good.” You coo to him as you sink down on his length. Your dominant persona faltered for only a brief moment as he stretched your hole so deliciously. 

“Fuck…” You gasped out. 

“Miss y/n please… I need more… please… want you to fuck me so bad, need to feel you so bad…” Sanji was nearly crying as he tried to lift his hips off the bed to drill into you, but wasn’t able to due to his restraints. 

“Oh don’t worry my sweet boy, once I get off from your big cock I’ll let you fill me up so good okay? You just have to wait until I’m finished, you can do that for me, right baby?”

“YES yes please I want to fill you! Yes, I’ll do anything!” 

You smile at him and hold the side of his face in your hands. You start to grind yourself onto his fat cock, bringing yourself towards another orgasm. You pushed your thumb into his mouth, Sanji immediately wrapped his lips around it and sucked at it desperately. Continuing to ride Sanji, you leaned back so that you could rub your clit as his member rubbed back and forth against that perfect spot inside of you. Your moans became louder and louder as you used his gorgeous body for your own pleasure.

He released your thumb with a wet pop. “My l-love… it’s too much… you’re too tight and wet, I’m going to-“

You stopped moving and leaned forward to wrap your hand gently around his throat. Your fingers were wet on his skin from rubbing your clit. 

“No. No you’re not. You haven’t asked and I haven’t given you permission. I am not finished. You haven’t earned your reward.”

Sanji gulped loudly and nodded his head. “O-of course love, I-I only want your pleasure.” 

“Good.” You smiled down at him as you resumed your actions to bring yourself to climax. It was only a few more moments before you found yourself being close to that edge again. You grinded your pelvis so deeply into his, burying his cock into you and rubbing your clit against the skin at his base. 

“YES, fuck!” You threw your head back as your cunt came all over Sanji’s cock. Squeezing and creaming all over his shaft, Sanji was in sensory overload. 

“Please miss! I need to-! Fuck! Now, please!” Sanji pleaded with you.

Your voice came out hoarse and tired, still wrecked from your powerful orgasm. “Yes sweet boy, fill me up all the way baby. You’ve been so good honey, cum inside of me.” You softly breath out to him as you try to come down. You feel a hard thrust from below and Sanji screams out, 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” A tear spills past his lash line as he unloads his cum deep inside of you. Feeling the stress and pressure of his day leave his body, he shudders. 

You feel the final pulses of his orgasm fade out and you move yourself gently off of his softening cock. You begin untying the rope knots around his limbs as he tries to collect himself, brain broken from cumming so hard. You finish untying him and you run your hand over the marks left by your riding crop. You hobble over to your side table and pour out a glass of water. You bring the blanket at the foot of the bed and spread it out over Sanji’s sweaty body, tucking it in at the sides. 

“hey.. sit up baby. Have a little water before you sleep, okay?” You coo in his ear softly as you stroke his hair. Sanji sits up on his elbows weakly and grabs the glass you offered him. He gulps down the water and hands it back to you. You place the glass on the side table and curl up by his side in bed. 

“So… How are you feeling?” You asked him, eager to provide him of any aftercare he needed. 

“Y/n I… It was perfect…” He turns to look at you in the eyes. “It was more perfect than I could have ever imagined. I feel so much better, like a weight is lifted off my chest. Thank you, y/n.” Sanji leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your lips. 

“Good. I like when you’re happy. Foods better.” You smiled at him. He laughed. 

As you fell asleep in his arms he couldn’t help but to grin and think to himself, 

“Wait until fucking moss head finds out I was first…” 

sanji and zoro teaching each other how to fuck you (pt 1)

18+ ACCOUNT/CONTENT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

warnings: exhibitionism, p in v, afab reader!, they/them pronouns degradation from zoro but LOTS of praise from sanji lol, breeding kink if you squint, men whimpering yeahhhhhhh, feminine pet names

zoro grumbles as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, eyes focused on the way your lips part in soft gasps with every stroke. "slower. not too much, now." "shut up." zoro hisses at sanji, glaring over at the cook sitting in a lounge chair only a step away from the bed where zoro is currently fingering you. "they like it when you take your time. don't you, beautiful?" sanji says, the first part coming out like poison when he addresses zoro before smiling over at you like you're the most stunning thing he's seen in years. you weren't used to the swordsman being like this, fingering you and prepping you for as long as humanly possible; sanji was the one to do that and he was good at it too. but unlike him, zoro's fingers were thick, calloused from years of work and you were secretly enjoying it more than you ever thought you would.

you can only whine in response to sanji's praise, jolting when zoro hits a certain spot in you. "alright, that's enough. lay them on their back." much to your surprise, zoro doesn't try to resist sanji's command. before you know it, he's pushing into you at a slow but delicious pace that has your legs shaking around his waist. "just a little faster. thaaat's it." sanji says with a soft groan of his own, biting his lip as he watches the way soft moans leave you and your back arches off the bed. you turn to look over at sanji as best as you can, a shudder running down your spine at the obvious hard-on the cook has. "p-please, sanji, closee.." sanji coos at that, leaning over to cup your chin in one of his hands as more soft gasps escape you. "cum for me, cherie." he whispers against your lips, immediately pressing his lips to yours when you reach out a hand to tug on his hair.

he moans almost in unison with you when you finally feel the coil in you coming undone, whining and moaning against sanji's lips as quiet grunts leave zoro on top of you. he presses his hips flush against yours (just like sanji had instructed) when he cums only seconds after you, your legs snugly wrapped around his waist and shuddering at the pleasant full feeling. there's a moment of soft pants and moans between the two of you as zoro buries his face in the crook of your neck. "tell her how beautiful she is, that you love the way she feels-" "i'm not doing that."

FIRST POST ON THE SIDE ACCOUNT LETS GO

I agree, i'm genderfluid and not girly as other girls are

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

Edit:

Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am