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and icb i’m still getting notes on here haha looking back now, my writing used to be uhm quite shit actually 😹 can’t say i’m william fucking shakespeare now but i think i’ve improved since then. i mean, for one, the formatting is better i can guarantee :) bc what the fuck was i thinking writing everything into one paragraph like ???

fluff, some cursing and insults lol, petnames, est. rs

“lunch is almost ready,” law’s voice brought you out of your trance, making you turn around.

“okay,” you answer. “it’s later than usual today, huh? just a little.”

“yeah,” he replied, pulling his hat down like he’s embarrassed. “forgot to thaw the meat in advance.”

“s’alright!” you chuckled, stealing the hat away from his head and putting it on yours. “not your fault, law.”

his gaze darted to your face so quickly. law? law?! haven’t you two crossed the threshold of pet names already? who’s law?

his cheeks reddened when he realized how childish he was, making a fuss about something so trivial but—

“gotcha!” you shrieked, cackling as you point at his face. “caught you off guard, didn’t cha?”

upon realizing what you’d just done, his cheeks got even redder. “you—you’re so—ah, shit!”

your giggles just got louder when he angrily turned around and started stomping off like a kid.

“oh, love, but you’re so cute!” you said, running after him and locking your arm with his. “if you want, you can tell me what nicknames you’d like for me to use, y’know?”

“shut up!”

he’s slowly stirring awake but doesn’t move, he listens to your breathing as he debates whether to continue sleeping or get up and train.

when he feels your hand graze at his chest like you’re urging him to come closer, he decides to pick the former—he’d rather be in bed with you.

so he inches closer and buries his face on your neck as he puts a hand between your legs to grab your ass and pull you to him, he wraps his arms around your body with one hand rubbing the skin on your back.

you instinctively nuzzle to him and he locks his legs with yours, whispering let’s get up late today before pressing a kiss to your lips.

PLEASE HOW MANY OF THESE ARE YOURS ?!

Contents one (1) petname use in shanks’ bc he makes me crazy, profanities, hurt/comfort? (1.4k) Notes stop omg i’d blow myself up for shanks im so serious???

≛ LUFFY froze in his tracks when he realized what you’ve done, it seemed like his brain got fried and he short circuited for a few seconds before he started welling up tears. and then the scene before his very eyes started to actually sink in. you’re unconscious, unmoving, and you might be dead. that’s when he went ballistic—like an untamed wolf in full moon animalistic, barbaric type of crazy.

he started swinging through everyone who was in his way, trying to get to you as fast as he could. he fought with muscle memory, eyes only glued to your still figure. he chanted your name like a mantra in his head, body shaking tremendously and veins prominently bulging all over his body. he’s angry, and grief-stricken and extremely worried. and when he finally got to you, he immediately scooped you in his arms in a very tight grip and screamed for chopper.

he’s so anxious, looking down to check your face every millisecond, your breathing being present calmed him a little but he’s still afraid. whatever fight was occuring prior to your collapse would since be finished already, courtesy of your crew. and luffy would stay by your bedside in the infirmary until you wake up because he can’t even hear himself think without you in perfect condition.

ace’s death fucked him over bad and he has spent every waking moment since that day worrying about his loved one’s well-being and making sure they don’t die. and it was harder for him because it was you, you’re not just a crew mate but also his significant other. when you woke up, he didn’t bring up the fact that you sacrificed yourself for his safety, he just latched onto you like a koala and went back to his old routine. he acted like everything was fine now that you’re finally awake and he wasn’t thinking about the incident anymore, but inside, he’s coming up with different ways to make sure nothing bad happens to you again if you ever find yourselves in the middle of another riff.

≛ ZORO sports a blank expression more often than not. he’d always look like he’s sleepy, annoyed, or both. but on rare occasions, you’d see other expressions, and when you suddenly appeared in front of him to catch the slash that was meant for him, there was about ten different ones on his face.

his first reaction would be anger. not for the enemy, but for you. how stupid can you be to do such thing? how dumb! why did you do that for him?

then he would feel anger, and everybody within his radius would fall, bodies dropping down one by one like they were dominoes.

his second reaction would be fear, extreme fear that made his heart beat so loud all he could hear was the rapid thumping. he’d carry you and bring you to chopper, feeling so helpless and cursing himself constantly in his head. he’d stick by your side, not even going back to the battlefield for some revenge, no, he couldn’t leave you. he’d spent everyday inside the infirmary until you open your eyes and when you do, he doesn’t say anything but immediately leaves.

when you go to find him after recovery, it’d be a little hard to get him to talk. he’d ignore you as best he can, but he breaks and he’d pour out all his feelings. how worried he was, how scared he was, because what if he lost you?

“i spend all day training and getting stronger and i couldn’t act quick enough to protect you, or kill that bastard faster so you didn’t have time to pull that stupid stunt to get infront of me!”

he’d say, voice getting a little higher. he’d sulk for a few more days, you’d have to reassure and comfort him every chance you get before he goes back to normal. but from then on, he’d be more alert and he’d make sure to immediately go for the kill while fighting and also trying to check on you and watch your back.

≛ SANJI i mean, do i even have to say it? he’ll finish the enemy in a split second and get you to safety. if they don’t budge on one hit, though, he’ll get very serious. once the situation is handled, he’ll see to it that you recover properly. he’d be visiting you everytime he’s not cooking, laying his head on your bed and watching your angelic face, he’ll hold your hand and talk to you, telling you about his day and how he wants you to wake up already because he misses you so so much.

he’d be clingier than ever when you wake up, like you seriously thought he couldn’t get any worse but you were proven wrong. he stays on top of you 24/7, making sure you’re okay and breathing. he’d scold you for doing that and tear up saying how he doesn’t want you to ever do that again because he almost went insane seeing you in such a state. he wants to keep you safe at all times, and he will. and he also appreciate what you did for him but deems it totally unnecessary. he doesn’t want a single scratch on you and if he could, he’d put you in a safe room until all the fighting finishes. he trusts you and your abilities and doesn’t look down on your strength but he absolutely cannot deal with the thought of possibly losing you.

≛ USOPP anxiety through the roof! that man already go through it everytime a fight breaks out but when you get injured? for his sake? oh, he’s a mess. total wreck. he’d try to fend off attacks and probably be able to kill whoever hurt you but i think, he’d focus more on getting you away and to chopper. he’d run so fucking fast and manically look for your doctor and holds your hands while chopper patch you up. tears won’t stop falling down his face and he’d be self loathing inside the infirmary the entire time you were down. he’d also think of tactics and new weapons to take down enemies easier and faster and better, he wouldn’t stop overthinking about a lot of things and only when you wake up and comfort him is when he calms down, just a little bit. he would continuously apologize for letting you get hurt like that even though you told him countless of times it wasn’t his fault. he’d be very attached to your side and his anxiousness doesn’t really stop. he can’t lose you, and now that for a few seconds, he experienced that he might really just do, someday, if he’s not strong or careful enough, he’s more worried than before. he’d always stay with you during battles and has spent countless sleepless nights perfecting strategies and weapons. he’d be a lot more serious in battles too.

≛ SHANKS first of all, it’s stupid. second of all, it’s extremely, totally, and absurdly stupid. he was so shocked about what you did because he’s literally an emperor of the sea, he’s so freaking strong so he can easily take care of himself. but he knows love makes people do crazy things and maybe you panicked, but he won’t lament on whatever reason you had, it’s the enemy’s fault, after all. they were the ones who hurt you. and oh, he’ll kill them. all of them, and he won’t be merciful about it. the second hongo gets ahold of you, he’s letting out his conquerer’s haki and even go as far as taking a swing of his sword, or two. the point is they’d all be dead in a very short period of time, then he’s rushing to get to you. fists clenching as he watches you get patched up, he’ll have no one else except him inside the room when you’re stable and he’d sit there like a statue until you gain consciousness, not wanting to let go of your hand and every once in a while, he’d give it a light squeeze. urging you to wake up in his head.

when you do woke up to find him staring at you, you tried opening your mouth for something but he just shushed you.

“it doesn’t matter,” he said, moving a strand of hair away from your face. “i feel lucky that you’d do something so brave for me but i'd rather get myself shot than have you injured im exchange for my safety.”

you frowned, reaching up to touch his face.

“y’know i’m super strong right, darling? i won’t let them get to me anyway, and i won’t let you get hurt. so don’t do that again, okay?” he’d take your hand into his and kiss your palm. “you gotta promise.”

safe to say, he deals with people who challenge him quicker after that. less talking, more fighting, and if they’re far weaker anyway, he just kills them in an instant before walking away with you while he tells you about the most random things, most of them stupid.