Serotonin Chaser

One Piece

The Dance Can Wait - Sabo x Reader (Spicy)

Eating Guilt - Part 1 Platonic Strawhats x Reader, Part 2

Leaving Tonight - Ace x Reader (2

The Pokémon Trainer - Pokémon Trainer Reader x Multiple (1, 2

Transformers

Merformer Ideas - 1, 2, 3,

The Sound of Music - Merformer!Tarn x Reader

Caged - Tarn x Reader

Bungou Stray Dogs

If Three is a Crowd, What does Four Make? - Dazai x reader, Fyodor x reader, Shibusawa x reader (Spicy)

Ghosting - Odasaku x reader

Sonic the Hedgehog

Make a Wish - Platonic! Sonic x reader

Once More to See You - Shadow x reader

Dragon Ball

Screw Cringe, I Wanna be God - Goku x reader

My Disastrous Life - Gohan x reader (1, 2,

Gachiakuta

Idiots of Oz - Gachiakuta Characters x reader (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Sleepy Mornings

Zoro Edition

Overview: Luffy is chaotic the moment he gets up.

A gentle tug has you surfacing from sleep. Dreams cliging to your lashes as they begin to fade.

Another tug has you becoming aware of the bed beneath you and the arm wounding up your body like a living blanket.

The pats begin shortly after. Luffy's voice cutting through the void with energy that doesn't match the morning at all. "Hey. Hey! You awake? Are yuh?"

"What Luffy?" You groan, trying to reach for the pillows beneath your head. But it happens too fast to stop like every morning. Hand grasping at nothing as the air swooshes around you, the arm wrapped around you wounding further in a cocoon.

Luffy laughs, loud and bolsiterious like every morning. "Great! You are awake! Let's go eat!"

The door slams open as Luffy's flip flops hit the wooden deck. Light blinding even if your eyes are closed. You duck into his arms, groaning as you cling to him tighly. Even if you know he would never drop you.

Another door is slammed open, the clattering of plates and smell of eggs hitting the your nose. Nami shouts as you move further into the space against your will. Luffy laughing and Sanji greeting him familiar in its routine.

"Seriously, Luffy! You can't come barging in like that every time!" Nami growls. "And you've dragged them here against their will again? Leave them in bed!"

"Why would I do that?" Luffy asks, and you can imagine his tilted head. He sits down at the table. You know this because his arm cocoon slams against the bench, jolting you in the middle.

A groan of annoyance rises out of you.

"Sorry, sorry." Luffy is quick to apologize, but he cuts himself off as the smell of meat draws near. "Oooo! That looks yummy!"

Sighing, you finally open your eyes, peering cautiously over the rim of his arms to see everyone is at the table. Nami and Usopp are both sending pitying glances, while Robin giggles behind her book.

Brook and Franky are deciding to ignore this regular occurance and instead focus on their little projects littering the table, music and machine mixing in a confusing pile.

Further down the table, Zoro and Chopper are eating fast, trying to finish before Luffy and his endless stomach decides to steal it.

Jinbe relaxes in his own spot, observing the crew with interest. He still wasn't use to his new crew even though he's been with them for months.

Leaning further into Luffy's warmth, you sigh and relax. The cozy mood and comfort lulling you back to sleep. Until a spoon is suddenly in front of you. Meeting Luffy's gaze over the silver utensil, his grin is blinding in its kindess.

Kindness you fell for way too hard and way too fast. But completely worth it as the soup, half empty, on the spoon is given to you.

"Everyone needs Breakfast." Luffy says, poking your cheek again.

You open up and accept the bite. The only bite too, with how Luffy is already looking at it again and licking his lips. You'll just get more from Sanji later.

Overview: A Sleepy Morning with Zoro.

Loud snores drift through the haze of sleep.

Waves of your own washing away layer by layer. Awareness came the same way, with the warmth of Zoro's body against your own. Sleeping on his chest had that effect, after all, and a arm wrapped tightly around your middle.

As lashes fluttered along your cheeks, your blurred vision caught sight of his expansive chest. Towards the other side of him you caught sight of his favorite sword, the Wado Ichimonji, gripped in his other hand.

Him and that damn sword.

A grumbled thought more affection than irritation. You new the memories that blade held after all. Plus, if any one dared to intrude on the two of you, Zoro could slice them without much issue.

A protective measure you noticed early on in the relationship with the swordsman. He was a light sleeper too.

Raising a hand up, you feathered along his exposed chest. Fingers following the familiar ridges of his scars. Each one told a story, one of failure, another of victory cut too close, and another one yet for protecting his crew.

Then the long one that went from shoulder to hip. A gift, Zoro claimed, from the current greatest swordsman upon their first meeting. Zoro swore up and down many times that it wasn't just a loss, but a promise to himself and those around him that he'd always be there to protect them.

And Zoro did, still does, as his snores petered away and his arm tightens, drawing you close. His head moves as grumbles escape, but you see the way he tilts his head, listens for danger. His eyes follow, opening to reveal the obsidian hidden beneath. They dart about, taking in the room, before landing squarely on you.

Zoro softens into the mattress, eyes drooping and green hair tussled by sleep. He greets you with a sleepy smirk.

"Did you sleep well?"

You hum, fingers dancing along his chest as they tiptoe towards his face. Zoro rolls his eyes as you finally tap him on the nose, then raise up higher to mess with the short green hairs on his head. "Did you sleep?" You shoot back playfully.

You knew he slept fitfully, often jolting awake ready to fight. Other times leaving bed to patrol the ship or workout, never wanting to lack in his training. It was rare for him to make it a full night.

Not that you minded.

Zoro snorts, drawing you from your thoughts. "Of course I did."

You smile at his denial, despite the fact his eye bags give him away. A little teasing wouldn't hurt. "Then, you won't mind not sleeping in this morning?"

Zoro's eyes go wide, his smirk falling off into a big pout that he would deny was a pout. "We're not skipping my morning nap."

You hum, gently tugging at his ears. They grow red under your touch, spreading to his face. But he doesn't stop you. "Oh, we absolutely are. I have plans that require you awake."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

Zoro moves lightning quick, hand coming up behind you head and pushing you into his chest. His heart hammers away against your ear as he burrows into the pillows. "Then I guess we'll have to take the nap now."

Overview: Your morning routine with Sanji.

You know what time it is when the water starts running.

Sanji always showers in the morning. And not just any hour of the morning, but three am. The madman.

He's explained it before, too. The reason he gets up so early all to cook a fresh loaf of bread and plan the best breakfast he can with what's in stock. There's also the fact he needs to make twice as much for Luffy alone.

Not that is matters to your tired brain. Wrapping yourself tighter in the blankets of the bed, you groan curling into a ball.

The water stops running and a creaking announces the return of Sanji. A Heavenly scent of sandalwood fills the room, piercing through the blanket armor you had donned. It draws you out as the creaking grows louder.

The squeak of the shared closest has you sitting up, still wrapped up, as Sanji works to get dressed. A soft swish, swish following each movement.

You groan, gaining his attention. The bed dips and soft lips with fresh lip balm brush along your forehead. "I'm sorry my love, for being too loud."

Another groan passes your lips, leaning into his fresh warmth. His hands reach up, smooth fingers dancing along your scalp as he scratched just right. Humming in delight, you dig further into his chest. The open shirt allowing you access to freely feel his muscles.

His chuckle has you bouncing along with it, his other hand coming around your back to rub soothing circles.

"Love, I need to go. Breakfast can't make itself."

"I bharely ghet toh hod youh." Your thoughts drift lazily to interrupted sleep, Sanji leaving to check on the fridge in fear that Luffy has gotten to it. A jealousy chokes you, the thought of your own captain getting Sanji's time more than you having you tug the man closer by his belt.

"What if I promise a afternoon nap, hm?"

You grumble a weak agreement.

"All the cuddles you could ask for, and all my attention too." Sanji murmurs layering kisses along your hair. He draws back, the heat of his body leaving as he stands again. "And I'll thrown in the best breakfast I can serve for the trouble."

You snort. He always promise that one every morning after all. Still…

Hands reaching up blindly, you wave them about, trying to catch your blondie. His hum of confusion draws near again, breathless chuckles tumbling out as you catch his unbuttoned shirt in your hands.

"More kisses? I'll always provide my dear."

He leans in just as you begin a blind scramble to button up his shirt. That has Sanji laughing, hands coming up to hover over your working ones. "Oh, you wanted to help me get ready?"

You nod, rubbing fabric between fingers as you feel out the holes. Buttons popped in with grumbling complaints, until you feel no more, or probably can't find more.

Opening your eyes to check is too much work. So, you pat his chest and flop back among the sheets. His weight following as he brushes one last, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Get some rest my love."

You drift away as his scent curls around you.

Sanji closes the door as quietly as possible, blush heavy and heart racing. Your sleepy face does more than he could ever imagine. Every single time.

He wants to crawl back into the sheets, let you curl up against his chest and lay as many kisses as he can on your adorable little head. But then no one would have breakfast, especially you, and he can't have that.

So, Sanji parts while clutching his fists, already planning how best to hold you during the nap.

Would you prefer to be the little spoon this time?

Shaking his head, he instead focuses on his other problem. The one that had your clumsy hands ruffling his white shirt. The one that currently looked beyond disorderly with missed button holes and unaligned where they did connect.

Sanji looked more a mess than when he woke up.

Okay, so my brain can't stop circling this thought now that it's planted.

Adding onto my original idea, what if the read is from The Children of the Watch like Din. They wear their helmet all the time, and can't show their face.

Luffy would go crazy trying to take that helmet off. He wants to wear the armor even when it makes him weak, 'cause he thinks it's cool. And then the helmet is the best part!

Now reader has to fight to keep their helmet on while constantly explaining why they can't remove it.

Luffy doesn't care.

Then comes a scene where reader has to remove their helmet for one reason or another. Maybe it's a life or death situation, maybe it's a forced thing where another bounty hunter removes it.

Either scenario leads to two things.

Luffy staring at you, stunned and amazed by how pretty you are. Then he gets angry, because you feel so ashamed of yourself, revealing your face and all. He'll beat up the bounty hunter's if that's the scene you go with, but in the other....

Luffy slams his head into the ground, chanting he doesn't remember. Does anything really to make things better, saying you're still like your clan, handing you his vest to cover your face, even trying to patch up the helmet and hand it back to you.

Blurb idea I might write a full story on later.

Mandalorian-like reader who wears refined seastone armor and is from Egghead. Who is adopted by a clan but still treated like an outsider and burden. Who, when coming of age and gains their armor, is given the task to hunt down and capture a Emperor of the Sea. But not any Emperor, but Luffy.

It's a way to exile you without exiling you.

No one has captured a Emperor and lived long enough to tell the tale after all. So, either way you're not your clan's problem.

You take to the challenge with the burning need to prove yourself worthy of your armor, or your clan, and take to sea.

The hunt begins and capturing Luffy is both the easiest and most difficult thing you find out.

Finding his crew and ship, easy. Capturing the captain, not so much.

You take to stalking the crew, like any of your clan would do, with a predator's ease of blending in and striking when least expected. Tailing the Thousand Sunny with different ships each time they leave an island, sticking transponder snails on board when they're away and listening in, and finding out weaknesses.

You learn more about the Strawhats then you wanted to, forming a connection you know you can't foster. Both because they don't know about you, and because you plan to take their captain.

But it's a guilty pleasure to listen to their energy and excitement. Happy for each other, sad for each other, supporting in all the ways you know your own clan should be.

When they land the next time, you strike. Luring away Luffy with food, a big weakness of his, onto your ship and tying him up with seastone chains.

You set sail just as quickly, because the Strawhats, when they realize their captain is missing, will be hot on your tail.

Overview: Ace wakes up and so does his obsession for you. (Or, in other words, an excuse to write obsessive Ace)

Chaos collided the minute Fire Fist Ace woke up again.

The first to notice the change was Law, who was on his way to check on the patient and his partner. But the closer he got, the hotter the air burned. Ash and smoke billowing from underneath the door, metal warping along the submarine.

Law threw caution to the wind and rushed inside.

The door slammed against the wall and the doctor cursed as it burnt his hand. Worse still, the door didn't clang against the wall, more it splat and groaned. More curses left Law's mouth.

The waves of heat and smoke distorted the view of the room. Law had to peer into it with narrowed eyes just to see Ace in what used to be a bed. Sheets nothing more than black soot and the frame, along with the mattress, curling inward to swallow the patient whole.

In the center of it all, a beast of fire balefully glared.

Ace wasn't a human in that moment, more a raging creature that had burnt up all its energy one to many times and now lay immobilized, chained where it didn't want to be and tore at its bonds to show it.

Law was quick to send out his crew in search of you while he, himself, braved the space to calm what he could. After all, if the submarine couldn't handle Ace's flames, then everyone inside would suffer.

Including the Strawhat captain just a few doors down, resting from surgery himself.

Law tries everything, from gentle reminders and greetings to harsh words that would make anyone else settle down in the bed. But not Ace, Law is quick to note, just like his younger brother he is single-minded and driven.

Nothing could settle Fire Fist Ace except for you.

And that's the problem as Law darts in and out of the room. Each time his men return, hopeful they're dragging you along. Instead it's worst news. The island they docked on has signs of missing crates the Heart Pirates set aside, and a dinghy that isn't accounted for.

And each time Law returns to the room it's hotter than before. It rivals a volcano and that isn't a good sign at all. So, the doctor pulls out his last shot, the truth and then some.

"Luffy is on this ship! If you don't calm down you'll kill him!"

Ace's flames falter then fall. A human takes form in the center of the soot and melted metal. His head is bowed, bandages unraveling and wounds raw and bloody. But the hunger in his eyes doesn't dim, glare still sharp.

Law has no choice but to move forward into unsteady territory. "They're gone. They ran, we don't know when or which way they went, but they're gone." The flames return, softer this time and not nearly as hot but not a good sign. "If you don't rest and let your wounds heal," Law pauses, tries to think through the panic, "we won't help you find them." He lands on.

The flaming beast tilts his head, considers the threat. It's enough to get the flames to go away, for Ace to collapse with a wheeze of pain. His lashes flutter, energy spent as he crashes into unconsciousness.

Law is finally able to get close, to begin patching wounds and redoing stitches that had been snapped. He grounds his teeth as he does, thoughts miles away as his hands move with memory, on a little stolen dinghy and you with broken promises.

Law has a fleeting feeling of worry for your well being. It's gone just as fast, knowing what group you worked for, what they were molding you to be.

The biggest concern though, comes when Bepo returns and Law has to order a search for you again, beyond the island. He has to find you, drag you back kicking and screaming if need be, because otherwise…

He glances at Ace again, sweat rolling down his face. The heat of the room hasn't completely returned to normal, still too warm. Law shudders to think what Ace would do to get you back at his side.

Miles away, half awake in a stolen boat with stolen supplies you lay. Unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon behind you as the moon falls away to let forward a new day.

One that you don't want in all honesty. Yearning already hitting hard as you think of Ace's warm hold, his smile, his kindness.

A rough wave has you shaking the thoughts off and dragging yourself up. Digging through a barrel for fresh fruit, you snack as you pull out a Log Pose. It's already pointing ahead, to your own new future.

One you know will be filled with uncertainty and much island hopping because you know Ace. He will try to find you once he can stand and you can't let that happen. Let his mental wounds heal without your constant reminder of before Marineford.

You don't even want to remember at this point, but your mind is working against you. Training, promises, threats, a warmth that could never be replaced.

It didn't matter!

It didn't.

It did.

Clutching the Log Pose, staring at the needle pointing so surely towards a future you can't imagine, you make another decision.

You won't return to Ace, can't, but that doesn't mean you can't collect reminders of him or listen to the news to hear when he returns to the land of the living. It's fine if you love at a distance you decide.

Chapter 6: Spidey-Tingle Helps No One

How do I keep getting into these situations?

I grinned painfully big as Jabber leaned against the table, his own just as demented as last time I met him. Though without the shadows of the building it was kinda more horrifying to witness.

Back a couple of hours ago, almost a month after joining the Cleaners, I had been deemed ready for action after being trained under the other Supporters. Despite all the blood, there was no blood, sweat, so much sweat, and tears, I cried a lot too, I poured into that month, they still wanted to send me on a easy mission.

That mission being, go out and explore the city while looking for any suspicious activity. Which translated roughly to, have fun in our world while we watch from afar!

I knew because after being dropped off at the edge of town, and giving me an allowance if I saw anything I wanted, they looked like they left back towards base. But the minute I entered the walled town I spotted Enjin on the roof from the corner of my eye.

Explore my ass!

I'm playing where's Waldo!

Huffing, I opened my pouch and counted what they had handed me. Enough for a couple of meals and maybe a few trinkets if I was feeling up to it. Clearly they had planned to leave me here for the entire day.

Is this a test? I didn't study for a test!

Being in the Cleaners' HQ for the entirety of a month had left me dependent on them for survival, and now being kicked to the curb had me anxious to just go back and hide in my room instead of be independent.

You made your point Corvus! I am entirely at the Cleaners' mercy so please take me home!

My feet carried me further into the town, catching sight of other familiar Cleaners darting between buildings and streets as fast as possible. Follo there hiding behind a menu, Zanka standing in the shadows of the alleyway, and even Gris who looked beyond guilty as he walked in his day-to-day outfit a few feet from me.

Though he was looking really good. Great eye candy!

The baseball cap with a faded team symbol on it, low over his eyes to try and hide his scar. A fur lined leather jacket that hugged his arms just right, and loose cargo pants paired with his usual steel-toed boots.

I needed to get a ring for this man and lock him down, I swear.

But now I need to take this "mission" seriously.

I wandered the streets like someone who very clearly was lost. Nothing weird was happening as far as I could see and even the people I passed never had anything negative happening nearby. It was a chill town at the moment.

So, I went to the nearest art store. It was small and right below a stack of apartments which had thin walls that let in the noises from above. But I didn't care, instead browsing the colors that I was sorely missing from my art.

All of it had been done in a single pencil, shading and all, and honestly it was getting draining on the peak of my artistic flow.

I won't let art block return. I refuse!

Buying the materials I left the building behind. At the same time locating my group of babysitters. They were all scattered about like usual, but some of them were grinning happily at me.

Gris especially, since I often told him that with all the training my only outlet was my art. I had also told him the drag I was feeling because I couldn't bring out their full potential without colors and he had scavenged the base for anything to replicate what I needed. Tomme joined in the search, being a archivist herself she knew how important it was to have drawing material.

It also meant my book had recently taken on a coffee scent.

My growling stomach drew me to the nearest restaurant. I ordered quickly and took a seat in one of the outside sets. Mainly for my watchers to be able to see me.

Tomme and Follo soon joined at a table on the other side of the patio, heads down and menus up. Gris took another a small distance away, and Enjin and Zanka sat on the roofs across from the place.

I'm starting to get the feeling I am bait.

And of course the minute I think it someone joins me at the table. Someone who giggled a little to giddily.

I met Jabber's deranged gaze, happy at least his smile looked somewhat normal.

I tried to get the waiter's attention by blinking in morse code.

Wait, I don't know morse code. Damnit!

The waiter, rubbing it in my face I couldn't just call for help, handed Jabber a menu. He flipped it open and waved the man off, eyes never straying from my own.

"Hey Sphereite, you ran out on me last time." He rolled his head on his shoulders, stretching. "That left me quite sad y'know?"

"I didn't realize we were playing." I forced a laugh out of my throat.

Jabber was quick to cut it off. "Jesus! Don't make that noise again, gonna have your babysitters on me way too fast. Not that I wouldn't mind my ass being handed to me." I swear drool started to come out of the corner of his mouth. "With their looks of disgust…" He sighed in wonder.

"Why are you here?" I asked so that I wouldn't feel awkward.

Jabber snapped out of his little haze, leaning forward. One of his hands landed on my book. I tensed up.

Don't touch it! Don't touch it! Don't touch it!

He grinned, knowing what he was doing as he slid it closer to himself. "Well, I just so happen to be in town."

"I don't believe that."

He shrugged, nails scrapping against the cover.

I slammed my hands on the table. "Stop!"

He paused, frowning.

I noticed behind him Gris, Follo and Tomme had all abandoned their disguises of laying low to stare openly at our table. Gris had even broken a piece of his table off.

"Shhhhhh, wouldn't want the cavalry to jump us yet."

"Give me one reason not to scream."

Jabber laughed. "'Cause don't you want to know why we're so interested in you Sphereite, or should I call you the Otherworlder?"

My hands fisted the table. "How…"

"Did we know?" Jabber shrugged, finally lifting his hand away from my art book which I snatched up instantly, leaning back in his chair. "Eh, the new boss has quite the intel apparently. I guess you just didn't act enough like you came from up there to pass. Not that I care."

I gulped meeting his intense gaze again.

"'Cause I got a sixth sense for these things, and you, oh you, are gonna be so enterainin' to rile up. I can feel it." He gripped his shoulders with a shiver, head thrown back as he groaned. "I just can't wait until you do to! The beating is gonna surpass all of the past ones, I know it!"

I shivered in fear.

Jabber hopped from his seat then, the chair slamming into the ground hard. Everything moved at once, Gris lunging with a fist drawn back, Follo with his hammer, Enjin and Zanka from above, and Jabber falling into the ground where a manhole had appeared.

They wouldn't catch him, or the other raiders for that matter. And I was only happy that Jabber was leaving, that I had the Cleaners at my back. Until Jabber's last words hit me square in the chest.

Chapter 2: Captain, Where are We?

My new captain is full of surprises.

After trying to dive into the ocean due to his own boredom, or trying to catch fish as he claims he's spotted, and Lapras catching him before he could hit the waves, I've accepted this new reality. Now he sits criss-cross on Lapras' shell, playing games with Togepi who trills in delight under the attention.

Koby, the pink-haired boy who was with Luffy, sits with a tight smile. He constantly asks if it is safe with so many passengers. Though I meet it with the same response, "As long as we all sit still it'll be fine." This does little to calm his nerves.

It's another leg of the journey that I learn my captain has eaten a Devil Fruit and is stretchy. Mainly because he angered Lapras who nipped his arm and tugged. But instead of the boy going flying his arm just became longer.

Now Lapras is determined to keep Luffy on her shell in fear that he'll drown. I am too, already liking his energy.

The next hour leads to me learning about his dream. One that lights his face up like the sun itself. Smile so large it covers most of his face.

It's no wonder Munna was following him around after his confession. Though now the pink pokemon is tucked away in a Pokeball, which was explained heavily to the two clueless boys who had panicked when I caught her.

They, for some reason, thought I had made the Pokemon disappear.

I also think Luffy tuned out after I said Munna was okay.

With the closest island rising up among the waves, my new captain is beyond excited. Bouncing a leg, drumming his hands on his knees, and asking how much longer before reaching it.

When close enough, Luffy abandons shell, arm stretching out and wrapping around the nearest, jutting pole. Like reeling in a fish, he let's himself become one as his arm tosses him forward.

Koby and I exchange frightened glances, Lapras calls out in surprise. The blue pokemon surges forward, crying out again and ending with a coo reserved for only Togepi. It's that call that has me searching for my partner.

He isn't here.

Which means.

"Luffy! Wait, Togepi is with you!" I shouted, standing up on Lapras and cupping my hands.

The captain is too far gone and I begin to panic.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no…Lapras go, go, go! Use surf." I cry, patting her shell. She answers with a nod, the waves tossing up as she uses her special move. Koby cries out in surprise, clinging to one of the spines on her shell.

Land races closer, buildings clearing up and ships and docks rising up from the waves. Lapras serves right before the wooden piers could touch us, trilling her tune of delight for me.

"I hear you. Don't have to copy after our captain just yet."

Lapras water gun's me to the face in retaliation.

Getting off, I call back Lapras and clip her Pokeball to my belt, right in the middle of the three currently there. Togepi's closest, the first Pokeball and pokemon I had ever added to the team as I set out from my home island.

And now he was lost among this city with a huge Marine base and a reckless captain.

Clapping my hands, Koby jumping in surprise, I grin. "I might have to write down a page just for Luffy at this point." I pat the bag strapped to my back, where a hand drawn and written Pokedex rests waiting for me to fill out.

Koby mumbles more to himself than to me, "But don't we have to find him first?"

"Yup! Which means…." I trail off, a bubbling anger rising up. I tamper it off just before it bursts, remembering what my sisters taught me back home. "…talking to people."

"You have a problem with that?" Koby adjusted his glasses in surprise.

I sighed. "It's not like I hate you or Luffy per say…I was just going to leave you if you were cruel though."

The pink-haired boy gulps. "So, so, you mean to tell me if Luffy…"

"I was ready to kill Luffy for hurting poor Munna!" I stated it proudly, puffing up with hands on my hips.

Koby wilted further. "Oh…"

"But then Munna wouldn't stop talking about his dreams and how tasty they are. So, I realized that Munna was probably around for a long while if a punch wasn't even a concern of hers."

"Well, that doesn't clear up anything. And we still don't know where Luffy or Togepi is!"

"That's why we talk to the locals. They must have seen a boy flying by."

Koby nodded, and together we headed into town. Each conversation was stilted with all the locals, their eyes darting over their shoulder like someone would strike them for speaking. Though they still pointed us in the right direction.

I knew we were getting close when Munna burst out of her Pokeball, drool already spilling out of her mouth. She darted forward, right for a bar. I took off, hot on her heels.

The pink pokemon burst in with a trill the same time Togepi cried out.

Barely glancing around at the startled faces of the humans, I looked to the furthest table loaded with food. Mainly meat, I noted. Luffy was throwing himself into the feast as even more plates were brought out.

And, a small space cleared on the table was sitting Togepi. He was munching away on apples, balancing on them on his head before gulping them down in one bite.

Togepi was looking too much like our new captain.

But that was a issue, of how quickly my pokemon were attached to the strawhat, for another day. Instead-

"Togepi!" I cried, throwing myself at my partner.

Joy flooded my system as I touched his shell. Little hands patted at my face as I rubbed him happily along my cheek. "I'm so glad you're okay!"

"Wha-Hey! Get off!" Luffy shouted as Munna shot for his head. She fell short as Luffy raised a arm, so she decided to chew that instead. "Of course Egg would be fine, he's with his captain! I said get off!"

Lowering Togepi into my arms, I glared. "How was I supposed to know that? Are you stupid or what?"

"That's no way to talk to your captain! Ouch, Pinky stop!"

Sighing, I raised up Munna's Pokeball. "Munna, return." A bright light followed as the pokemon was recalled.

"Thanks!" Luffy went right back to eating.

Koby finally caught up, huffing and puffing as he bent over. He stood up, red in the face as I confronted my captain.

"Next time wait for me."

Overview: You fall in love in a mission meant to end in death. But Ace survives and still seems to care. Which makes you want to leave to protect him from yourself.

It was a simple mission in theory.

Trick the pirate, gain his trust, then when his walls were down call the retrieval team and leave without a trace.

What the mission didn't account for was Protgas D. Ace.

Or you falling, and falling hard, for the man.

His blinding kindness and clumsy nature, mixed with a smile like the sun and freckles that made constellations you could trace for hours. You did too.

Half-lidded eyes, glazed over as he slipped between sleep against his will and focusing on you. It happened often on the Whitebeard's ship, that Ace would fall asleep whenever you were around.

The crew laughed as you panicked the first time. Ace jolting awake spitting fire and insults at anyone close.

It was the ship's doctor, Marco, that explained the condition, how sometimes Ace's emotions could overwhelm him and knock him out instead. Marco wasn't afraid to tell you it was a crush at first sight.

And at first it made you freak out. The mission didn't say anything about attraction, or anything really other than how to appear for the Whitebeard Pirates. A simple act, orphan child title tacked on, playing a person desperate for connection and family.

Whitebeard was known for wanting to have a big family, treating every member of his crew like his kids. So, it worked. After that it was easy to cross paths with the freckled man, his fiery nature making him stand out both because of the literal flames he spouted and his energy.

Your target was easy pickings as you became close. Just needed the opening, Ace alone, too far for his crew to help. Instead he fell for you.

The realization kicked in hours later.

A new tool to get him alone. Play it up, act like you were in to him. Which wasn't hard with how pretty he was, which also decided to backfire.

Each stop for restocks turning into dates, stolen moments, stolen treasures from the stands, building heat and closeness you were starting to doubt was fake on your end.

And then the first kiss.

It's a slap from every angle. As his lips slid along your own, heat and passion curling heavily in your mind. It blurs the edges of duty, the mission, tossing it back as a suggestion instead of a order.

But after you part, panting heavily as Ace giggles, it crashes back violently.

You're an agent, a trainee sent out to fix a wrong the government decided existed. You don't get room to think….to love.

A quick retreat, hiding away deep in the Moby Dick, no, Whitebeard's ship. You had to stop calling it by name, by home or the choice you're about to make would falter.

Pulling out the Earpiece Den Den Mushi is easy, the little snail staring up with round eyes. The call on the other hand, isn't. You set the plan, the capture with an ease you wish you didn't have trained into you. The day is set before you can blink, the commander on the other end handing out praise you don't want.

A few days later the capture happens easily as well.

You weren't there for the initial capture at the market. Leaving Ace by himself with the promise of food upon your return. His smile is the sun as he kisses your forehead goodbye, not knowing the weight it places on you.

The fire out break it seen even from the shadows as you duck into an alleyway. Ace's voice crying out attack after attack, but a well placed barrel of sea water has him down.

The worse part was him calling out for you. Fear and panic clawing his lungs raw as he tries to warn you then doubles back and asks for you to come back. He can't decide if he wants to protect you from Marines that won't hurt you to begin with, or keep you close and protected under himself.

You ignore it all, hiding away.

The next time you see him face to face is through bars.

Ace is haggard in a way that prison does to all. Head bowed, ignoring the taunting of your commanding officer. He only lifts it when your name is announced.

Dark eyes wide, he stares. There's relief there, you note, but also complete heartbreak.

Your commander pats you on the back, laughing loudly, finally getting a rise out of Fire Fist Ace for the first time. The man was always touchy, gross and pathetic when your marks finally realize they've been tricked.

Your commander likes to show off control and your just a tool.

But Ace ignores him, eyes never straying from you. How you stand, how you keep glancing away. You wonder what he sees.

You don't get the answer.

On a platform that rises above the world, familiar to his unwanted father's own death, the world implodes.

Criminals and marines clash. Fire and ice, and everything else making the entire a show gone wrong. Powers of the world clawing to either save or kill a single man who has your heart.

And he won't stop chasing you through the chaos.

The world blurs again, moments happening too fast or too slow as Ace is attacked from all sides. But the biggest one comes from Akainu and Ace falls.

You don't remember much after that, just parts like holding a bleeding Ace and Law, a pirate known for his medical expertise, arriving to help.

It only clears up hours later, standing on an island as Ace claws to get to you.

He's on his knees now, but not for fun, not at all for fun. His eyes are wide, watery and soaking the bandages that wrap him like a mummy. Hands clawing into the Fishman's, Jinbe you think, arm and his doctor, the one who saved him from the gaping wound, yelling about his health.

His declining health if he continues to push himself towards you instead of resting after emergency surgery.

You don't understand why Law let you stay with the sight before you, with what you caused. The bigger part of you hopes it's all in your head, that you'll wake up with Ace ready to kill you. Slit your throat or choke you out, heck, maybe burn you into a crisp with his Devil Fruit.

It's the least you deserve, because his love isn't.

Then he says your name. A whine of a sound more than anything with his body working overtime to keep him alive, but the garbled noise still hits the notes that make up your name. Your injured siren calling to you while he falls apart.

It's Law that truly stops you, his voice cutting, but underneath a blind plea to not let a man in his care die. "Please, just until he's better."

The choice, and all future choices you'll have to make, become clear.

Sweeping back, letting Ace's outreached hands grasp at your skin and warm it, you set yourself forward on this path.

When he goes under, when he isn't aware, you're leaving. You have to, because you can only offer a reminder of all that has happened in Maineford. A gift for him he won't realize until later.

And a punishment for you to carry the rest of your life.

For now, the warmth of your love as he finally settles will have to do. Carried back to a medical bed where he curls around you protectively even in rest, his body adjusting for you perfectly, like he knows exactly how you like to be held. You'll take it all to carry in your heart.

You stare at the wall instead of his face. Listen to his heartbeat and plan.

Overview: Finding a pair of unlikely friends lost at sea, you help them to land with your Lapras and promptly join a pirate crew.

Or, One Piece meets Pokémon

Chapter 1

"Lapras, is that a row boat out there?" I ask my Pokemon, patting at her shell to get her attention.

Her blue head swings to face where I point, a coo of agreement rising up as she too spots the boat. It lulls against the ocean waves, drifting without aim. Lapras looks back to me, her eyes rounding as she stares.

"We can't rescue every person we see." I murmur, patting her neck.

Lapras keens low in her throat, pointing her horn at the shapes that are popping up over the edge and waving their hands about. To further her point, my partner pokemon, Togepi, hops up onto her head and wiggles the little stubs of her arms with a cry of his own.

"Not you too!" I groan, throwing my head back. But the Decision has been made, out voted by my friends as they continue to cry out. "Fine, fine, we'll help them. But don't be surprised if they get violent like the last rescue."

Despite my threat, Lapras powers through the sea towards the boat. And a part of me knows that whoever is aboard isn't dangerous. With Togepi dancing about in joy, wiggling his arms and singing, I know they aren't a danger.

A benefit to having a partner pokemon that's nicknamed the joy pokemon. His sense of kindness and happiness is better than any creature's around.

"Yeah, yeah, now get down from there." I hold my arms out to Togepi. He leaps into them with a bark of joy.

Drifting closer, the two figures begin to clear up. Two boys around my age stand waving. One is smiling brightly, laughing as his coal eyes twinkle in delight. The other has his brows furrowed and he keeps pausing to look down at his own hands like he's surprised they're there.

"Hey! You need any help?" I call as Lapras pulls up along side the row boat.

The coal-eyed boy in a straw hat laugh, hands on his hips. "Yeah! Do you know the way to the Grand line?"

I blink. Lapras looks back at me, Togepi peering up, they're both confused as well. "No."

"Ah man!" The strawhat wilts to the floor in frustration.

I turn to the other, his pink hair tousled by the wind and glasses crooked on his face. "That's not-we're actually…um…" He nervous, so much so he cuts himself off and falls silent.

Luckily for the both of them, a third member appears. Their round pink body floats up from behind the pink-haired boy, flower patterns giving off a faint glow.

I gasp, lurching forward as Lapras cried out and struggles to keep me on her back. "Is that a Munna?"

"Oh, that thing." the strawhat goes over and pokes at the Munna who lights up at being acknowledged. They launch forward and chomp down on the boy's arm. "Hey!" He moves to fast to stop him, a punch landing squarely on the poor pokemon's head. They tumble into the boat, eyes swirling.

"Hey yourself!" I whirl on him in a huff, pointing a finger and commanding Lapras with ease, "Water Gun."

Lapras reels her head back, then lurches forward as a stream of water follows. The pressure is stronger than usual, hitting the boy square in the face and sending him tumbling into the edge of the row boat. His hands catch him seconds from tumbling back into the water, and his glare is fierce as he meets my own.

"What was that for?"

"You hurt a pokemon! That's why!"

"Well I didn't ask for that stupid thing to follow me around!"

"Don't call Munna stupid! If you knew anything about a pokemon, you would know it's only following you because you have a strong dream."

The strawhat pauses, eyes widening at my words. "Wait, you're telling me bubblegum here knew about my dreams and was following me? Why didn't you say so before?"He laughs loudly, contagiously, as he picks up the pink pokemon. "Do you want to join my crew?"

The Munna is practically sparkling, shaking in the strawhat's grip and reaching for his head.

"Huh, looks like a powerful Munna if it's trying to eat your dreams."

The strawhat ignores my comment, too focused on the apparent agreement that comes from the pokemon in his grip to care. But the other boy perks up, leaning against the side of the boat while staring curiously.

"How can you tell?"

I look at him, watching him shrink away in fear.

"I-I mean, the Munna?"

"Oh, that's easy! I'm a trainer and researcher of Pokemon. If I want to reach my dream I have to know everything there is to know about them. Plus, the only way a Munna can actually eat a dream is too be very powerful. They usually rely upon Musharna, the evolved form of a Munna, because they trail out dream mist. It's a lot easier than hunting."

"Are you a beast tamer?"

I laugh, looking to Lapras then to Togepi in my lap. The both are snickering too, and the pink-haired boy shrinks again. I wave him off, coughing into my fist to stop. "I guess from an outside perspective I do look that way. I'm not, these are my friends not just creatures I use for my own benefits or fights."

The strawhat smiles, letting go of Munna and throwing himself into the boat. It rocks dangerously as he meets my gaze. "You should join my crew!"

That takes me by surprise as I lean against Lapras. "We just met and you already want me to join you….in what exactly?"

The boy leaps up, sandals smacking against wood as he points to himself. "I'm Monkey D. Luffy and I'm gonna be King of the Pirates!"

The Munna drools at Luffy's side.

I decide to follow his lead, stating my name as I puff up, "And I'm gonna catch every Pokemon that there is!"

"Then you want to catch flower guy, huh?"

"Yeah!" The Munna jolts, darting for Luffy and clinging to him at my exclamation. "But I might have an issue with that since it likes you so much. That must be one strong dream…It's decided! I'll join you and catch Munna!"

Luffy laughs, dancing about the row boat while it shakes under his joy. "Yes! My first crew member!" One misplaced foot and a loud crack rings across the ocean. A spring of water spurts up as the two boys begin to panic.

Sabo x Reader

Overview: Sabo can't help but mark up your prosthetic leg to show all the rich men you're taken.

The mirror shows what you could have been.

Dressed to the nines in a dress too tight for movement, the realization hit hard and fast. Wrapped up in beauty so blinding it hurt, you noted the things more important than anything else. The glove that went up your arm, disappearing below the sleeves of the dress.

It covers one of your metal arms, making it appear real, like there is flesh where is should be. And the dress fell to the floor, covering the other, a leg of metal.

It was hidden from the mirror and only showed someone whole in return.

I shake my head to clear it. Tonight is not the night to acknowledge what was taken, instead what I will be taking back.

Blinking my eye open, I meet my gaze in the mirror and instantly freeze. Because, behind me, strutting through the door like he wasn't in the center of a Celestial Dragon's castle, was Sabo.

His grin was downright wicked as he met my eyes. Then slowly, he rolled them down and over my body, taking in the dress, the makeup and done up hair. "Divine in that updo, my heart. Why, my own might leap out and away at this very moment."

I breathed his name out.

His eyes shot back up to my own, a heat crawling in as his pupils dilated. In swift strides he was across the large room and wrapping his arms around my middle. Nose burying itself in my shoulder.

"What are you-" I got cut off as he spun me around, dancing steps I stumbled along to as he took us to the couch. Grabbing at his arms, I tried to stop us, to turn my head and question him further, but he was already letting go as I tumbled onto the plush cushions.

I didn't get time to recover. Sabo was on me before I could raise my voice.

His kisses are fire itself. Wether from his Devil Fruit matters not when he slides his tongue through your parted lips. Passion drenching your mouth as his tongue swirled and danced with your own.

He parted, gasping for air, a string of saliva trailing from one to another. A string of fate clear as could be, glistening under the crystal chandelier.

"You sure are living up to your moniker, Flame Emperor." You whispered, hands trailing along his muscular arms. To bad they were wrapped up underneath his jacket, leaving you to imagine everything and nothing all at once.

Sabo grins, thrusting his hips forward to crash against your own. A moan keens from your throat as the obvious bulge swipes at your core. "What makes you say that, my lady."

"The..ugh…the smell…uhh…of smoke." You garble, every thrust creating friction between the clothes that hit you just right. It's hard to keep your head on straight as Sabo reaches up to cup the back of your head. Firm, soothing, and a sharp tug has your head thrown back and leaving your neck open for the man.

"Then you're not distracted enough." He murmurs into the skin of your neck. His thick tongue comes out to swipe playfully along the length, wetting the area seconds before he bites down.

Moans tumble past you in waves, unstoppable as he get to work sucking and nibbling at the dips and curves, testing to see which will make you scream louder. His hand leaves your head briefly snatching up a thigh and helping to lay you out along the rich cushions of the couch before returning to your hair.

Your own hand flies up, the metal one in the heat of the moment, knocking off Sabo's hat so that you can get at the blonde hairs and tug yourself. His deep groans are reward enough as he dives in for another kiss.

The smell of smoke intensifies as Sabo's thrusts get rougher.

More kisses, rougher and biting as he tastes your lips. Hand tugging at hair that has you groaning into rich pillows and leaving behind drool stains. Probably intentional with Sabo's hatred of the upper class.

And just as intense as it all was, it's gone just as fast.

The shock has you crashing down from a high you didn't even realize you were reaching for. Head snapping forward as Sabo leans away, his lips, smirking, plump from the kisses, and pants tented from his own cutoff high.

But his eyes are a different story. Blazing with possessive joy.

Following them down, you finally see the disarray of your dress, tugged up and bunched around your middle. It exposes the the shiny alloy metal leg that…

You pause, blinking again and again. The new, curling smoke and brand taking up the entirety of the outside. Each letter is bold, capitalized, and dark against the shine.

SABO

"What..?" The word tumbles out without your permission.

Sabo is full on grinning, black eyes gleaming in delight. "Just tellin' the nobles you're mine."

"Sabo!"

"That's my name, don't wear it out!"

You grit your teeth as blood rushes for you head. "This is a stealth mission. I can't go around lookin' like a mess."

Sabo snorts as he rolls his eyes, his hands leaving their spots to grip your waist. Thumbs rubbing soothing circles, he grins wickedly. "Nothin' the dress won't cover up."

"You are hopeless." Pushing him off of you and rushing to stand, your dress falls back over your frame. And just like he said, your metal leg and his new branding is covered up. Smoothing out the wrinkles of your outfit and hair you refuse to meet his smug grin. "You're not even supposed to be here. How did you get into a Celestial Dragon's palace?"

"I'll leave that to your imagination."

"Well you better leave before an imagined guard wanders in."

The blonde laughs, head thrown back and all as he rises from the couch himself. You note the burn stains with an exasperated sigh. At this point, if Sabo wasn't caught it would be a miracle.

"How could I deny my heart. I'll keep to the shadows."

"That's not what I said at all."

Sabo snickers as he saunters for the exit of the drawing room. "See you on the dance floor." He tosses over his shoulder.

(Author note: I am new to One Piece, started it recently, and so my knowledge of the crew is limited. Please tell me if the characters are not acting like themselves.)

Overview: The crew worries their foodie captain will ruin your progress, and so a plan is hatched.

The minute Sanji leaves the kitchen for the midnight air, he isn't at all surprised at the gathered crewmates littering the deck. Minus Luffy.

Their concerned faces fall even further as Sanji pulls out a cigarette, taking some signal that it's bad news. But as the cook breathes in and exhales smoke, he smiles.

"They're eating right now."

Relief is a tidal wave among the small crew. Everyone exchanging glances and quiet joyful words. They all turn back to Sanji though as Usopp raises a concerning question.

"Then why are you out here?"

Sanji puffs out another round of smoke, though his grin is still strong. "They have a sensitivity to smells when eating."

Chopper perks up at that, while the other crewmates nod their understanding, he steps up with a notebook already flipped open. "That's great news! I mean…not in the eating way but the doctor way. I've been keeping track of all their mealtimes to see if I could make a medicine to help after all!" The reindeer puffs up proudly.

Sanji crouches down, patting his head. "You'll have to give me those notes in exchange for mine then. That way I can get them on a meal plan sooner."

"Of course! Right here I noted the colors they don't even glance at, and-" Chopper is cut off as Robin steps up, "At the next Island I'll look for any research on food aversions." The cook and doctor nod.

"Robin! You cut me off! That's not nice!" Chopper drops his notebook to beat his hooves against Robin's legs.

She smiles, all patience as she crouches to his level. "We all love your brilliant mind, but right now we wouldn't want to make our dear crewmate aware of our stalking now would we?"

Chopper backs off, arms waving as he dances in his spot. "That doesn't make me happy at all. I guess we wouldn't want to interrupt their mealtime."

Franky also steps in, his smile like a sun as he puts out, "I'm happy our little dude is eating, I've also come up with a divider so they don't have to look at the other foods while eating with us."

Robin smiles warmly, "So, you've also noticed they hate looking at other foods when eating."

"Of course!"

Brook sighs, fingers pricking at the strings of his violin. "I'm delighted their eating. After all they were all skin and bones, and not in the beautiful way I present to the world."

The crew shares delighted grins, no words now needed as they set the next plan into motion. You're their crewmate, and they want you to feels apart of them as much as you mean to them.

Usopp yet again brings the mood down by pointing out another issue. "What about Luffy?"

The silent pause is filled with tension.

Sanji grits his teeth, his battle face greeting the crew. "I've already thought of it. At dinner tomorrow I've rearranged the seating if you all don't mind."

The crew leans in with interest.

"I'll have Mosshead and Nami sit on either side of them, with yours truly standing close enough to intervene if needed. Robin, my dear, I hope you could act as a last resort to stop our captain if he goes for their meal."

"You can count on me."

"Right! Let's have a dinner with our entire crew!" Nami cheers, raising up a fist. The others join in.

With the plan laid out, everyone is excited to finally have you getting back on your feet.

Sanji stands up, finishing his cigarette and heading back inside the kitchen where you have just finished the first big meal you've had in a while. Crust and picked off pieces litter the plate, and a frown is tugging at your features already.

Sanji is swift to move in, before you can let the guilt consume you. He snatches up the plate and eats the scraps, grinning at you through each bite.

"Thank you, Sanji." You whisper, waving him off and heading for the door.

His voice makes you pause in the door. "Want to try having dinner with the crew?"

Meeting his steel eyes, full of determination, you collapse into yourself. More tears that no amount of wiping will erase. "Yeah, we can try."

Sanji nods, waving you off with a blown kiss.

That's how the night ends, a stomach finally full and hope for the next day. And it goes just as normal as you image it would be, with only slight changes. Franky asking about the divider he made, Chopper showing his notes about your condition and asking for more personal details.

Sanji continues to warm you up to the idea of eating with others around, letting Nami join for breakfast and Robin for lunch. Though both times you leave before even finishing the meal, nausea rolling in your gut.

Now comes dinner, loud a boisterous as always. The only change is the seating arrangement as you walk in.

Your seat is surrounded by Nami and Zoro, with Sanji making rounds of the table and missing a cigarette like he usually would have at this hour.

The divider is also set up, high enough to block the view of the other's meals but not their faces if you wanted to chat.

A twirl and deep bow, Sanji presents your dinner. Plain white rice.

You hesitate for a minute, eyeing down the food for any inconsistencies, but Sanji is a quick study and perfected the meal. The bites are slow but filling.

It's when Luffy pauses, eyeing you down that the room fills with tension. Nami has a fist raised, ready to strike, and Zoro is gripping his knife with too much pressure. Even Sanji has a leg raised, ready to strike.

Returning Luffy's gaze you smile and take a bite.

His arm stretches forward, a loud fhwip filling the air. Everyone is jumping ready to defend you without you knowing, but your food stays untouched. Instead…

"Hey! That was my dinner!" Zoro shouts in outrage.

Luffy is still stuffing his face as he answers, "It was left unguarded."

"That wasn't an invitation!"

You stand up, the room silences expect for Luffy. Everyone notices the drawn face you sport, how the food is half finished. "I," a gulp, "think this is enough for now." Nausea rolling in your stomach you take your leave.

It's also when everyone pounces on the captain. He's pinned to the wall as everyone glares him down.

Stilling chowing, he grins nervously. "Did I do something? I'm sorry!"

Nami is the first to spit her anger, as general as it is. "Why didn't you take their food?"

"Yeah! Why mine?" Zoro spits, still angry over his own lost meal.

Now Luffy is confused, one brow raised dramatically. "Why?"

Usopp jumps up, his own confused anger reflected from the rest of the crew in his shaking fist. "You steal everyone's food! Why didn't you take theirs?"

"Because they ate it."

"Huh?" the crew is confused, and they drop their captain in the haze of the lamplight.

Sanji is the first to break out of it, stepping up to get the answer. "What do you mean, they ate it?"

"They haven't been eating any other meal, I have. This is the first time I've seen them eat, so why would I take it?"

"You knew about their eating problem and didn't say anything?" Sanji is angry at his captain's silence.

"I thought everyone knew. We're a crew and we take care of each other, I knew Sanji would figure it out." Luffy scratches at his cheek, peaking around to eye the table still littered with food. "Can we eat now?"

The entire crew deflates under the surprise, hollowly nodding as he leaps to eat.

"So, we didn't even need to worry about this in the first place?" Zoro says.

Chapter 5: And I Lied, You Know, Like a Liar

A child!

Riyo stood outside her boss's door waiting to greet me.

"Hey."

I raised my hand weakly to wave at the redhead.

"Let's go meet the others in the mess hall and on the way we can get to know each other." She winked before snatching up the hand I was waving and dragging me forward. "I wanna know all about our new mystery person."

"Not much to know!" I squeaked out under her intense green gaze.

"I highly doubt that, Sphereite." She dropped the title so casually, but it was testing in all truth.

"Right, that is me, the Sphereite that definitely fell from the sky."

Her grin widened. "Yes, yes you are."

Oh I'm so busted.

Lucky me, we arrived at the dining hall, unlucky me Riyo pushed the doors open without waiting to see if I was ready. You know, like a jerk.

The room was packed with people, some in fancy outfits that were both familiar and not, and others dressed in uniforms just like my own. Though their white outfits were much darker and off color due to constant missions and work. It was still cool to see, especially now that I could ogle the Cleaners with elaborate clothes much more than when I arrived.

There was also no one really in the mess hall when I first came to base, so I needed to gulp down the sight of them now.

So cool, so cool, so cool, so co-

"Yo, Artist, Riyo, over here!" Enjin's voice cut through the noise. We quickly joined him at the table he had claimed, the others perking up as I sat down beside him.

I'm sitting next to Enjin!

Gris was the first to speak up, smile gentle and oh so handsome. "Welcome to the Cleaners. I know I speak for everyone here when I say we're happy you found us when you fell. It's dangerous on the ground when you don't have your footing and I live here."

Zanka scoffed, rolling his eyes from where he sat on the opposite side of Enjin. "Don't sugarcoat it. They shoulda been dead after that."

Tomme and Follo exchanged nervous glances and Enjin frowned.

I shifted nervously in my seat. Don't ask how I survived. Don't ask how I survived. Don't ask how I survived. Don't ask how-

Enjin rolled out his shoulder with a groan. "Eh, who cares the specifics. Their here now, and their one of us!" He slung an arm around my shoulder.

I sighed in relief.

"Though I do have some questions."

I tensed back up. Craning my head to met Enjin's gaze, I put on my best smile. "Ask away! I'm an open book." No, really I am. I fold like a wet noodle under questioning.

"Why didn't you come down with the usual Sphereite garb? Oh, and why did you speak a completely different language? And how did you know about Vital Instruments?"

Right…I'm a Sphereite, the kinda Sphereite that fell from the sky, the kinda Sphereite that would wear a uniform of gold and white, the kinda Sphereite that got past the barrier, the Sphereite that wants to join the Cleaners, the kinda Sphereite that also knows nothing of the ground or the tools they used. Yeah, it's all coming together.

Fake Identity secured I played it up and instantly failed.

"I….came from a special part of the Sphere?"

Riyo leaned forward on my right, "We know you didn't come from the Sphere."

I wanted to faint on the spot. Their goes my safety if there was any to begin with due to my strange appearance. "I'm not!" I waited for the disgruntlement, the sighs of disappointment.

Instead, "Thanks for being honest." Zanka murmured. The tough guy act melted away to reveal the actual awkward teenager beneath. He rubbed his stick with a cloth, polishing Assiststaff while casting a grateful look my way.

Enjin laughed, his shaking body jostling me as he leaned his head down. Golden eyes peered at me in mirth. "Me too! I didn't wanna have to get violent for a answer. You're too cute for that anyway, Cutie."

The Supporters nodded their heads along with Riyo, and relief loosened my shoulders.

"Ah…I hate the idea of keeping secrets so this is a relief."

"Oh, but we'll still call you a Sphereite outside of base since news travels fast and all that jazz." Enjin put in.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"The Raiders?"

"Wanna explain how you knew who they were?" Enjin finally gave me space to breath. He stuffed his face in his hand, poking at my shoulder annoyingly.

"Came from another world, this one is fiction there, and I kinda know it and some of the future." I answered, bringing out my art book and beginning to doodle the shocked expressions on their faces.

Riyo broke the silence over the group. "Huh, that explains a lot."

Enjin nodded, developing a staring problem. "Yeah. A lot."

I laughed, darting my eyes around the space looking for a way out. That when I realized who was missing from the mess hall despite it looking like everyone was here.

"Where's Tamsy?"

Riyo answered this time, flipping her scissors between her fingers like it was a knife instead. "Ran off on another of his breaks. He takes them quite frequently and we never know when he'll come back. Sorry."

I nodded and deflated in my seat. I wanted to get him to pose for me again. Looks like that isn't happening anytime soon.

"So…." Enjin finally drew away, smirk coming back full force. "In your world, are we popular?"

"Yeah, kinda? I mean the series is rising in popularity and all that when I left, oh, and people were going crazy over you." I pointed my pencil at him. "They like how hot you are. You serve face and man is it amazing to see it in the flesh."

Riyo booed at my side, playful as Enjin shot her a glare. He was quick to recover though as I kept staring at him, throwing his mouth open in a teethy smile.

"Not my fault chicks dig me in every universe."

Zanka nodded proudly at the end of the table.

Gris speaks up next, smiling at me with a focus I'm not use to. No wonder Rudo liked the dude, his attention felt nice, warm and comforting, devoted and listening to everything you might say to him. "I know introductions might not be needed, coming from a world where you read about us, but I think it'll be good to do it anyway. My name's Gris, and this here is Follo and Tomme."

He gestured to the other Supporters. They nodded and smiled.

Tomme spoke up with the same nurturing voice. "You'll be working with us as Supporters."

Enjin thumbed at Zanka, "You know who I am, yours truly Enjin, and this here is Zanka." The blue boy stuck his chin high with pride. Though there was a tick in his jaw.

I bet he wants to snap at me about taking his staff when we met. I was in a crisis and panicking though, so he should be forgiving.

"And I'm Riyo." the redhead leaned in, taking strands of my hair into her fingers. "You have really nice hair. Think I can style it later?"

I nodded happily.

At that point, conversation became more scattered. Tomme and Follo delving into some talk about training courses, while Gris and Enjin joked about old missions. Zanka continued to aura farm and Riyo played with my hair.

It was nice now that the attention wasn't all on me.

And it only lasted for all of thirty minutes.

"Wait!"

The entire table fell silent at Follo's shout. "We've been talking to them this entire time, even introduced ourselves, and we haven't even asked for theirs's!"

The stares swung back onto me.

(Author's note: Sanji wouldn't want anyone in the sea to feel guilty for having sensory issues I believe.)

Synopsis: You can't help the food moods and sensitives you have, but hide it from the Straw Hat Crew anyway. Especially the Chef who hates food waste.

It's come to the point you dread mealtime on the Thousand Sunny.

You don't want to, when friends are gathered and having fun. The conversations are lively and some friendly fighting is bound to happen as they wrestle for one dish or another. A family is what your crew is, and mealtime strengthen that connection.

But you can't stomach it.

Where others see food, you see a mess of different textures and flavors clashing.

The shrimp touching rice, mash potatoes with gravy running into the fries, or grapes not being the right size and shape. A color is off, a bruise looks too daunting to touch, poison lurking in food and mind.

You know there's nothing wrong with the food. That it's safe to eat and Sanji would never serve anything less than perfection. But your body doesn't care what you think.

It's why you slide the plate further into the table, let Luffy devour it without realizing it was yours to begin with. Or even give Chopper your plate, saying you had enough to eat and that he's still growing and needs it more.

And the food always looks so good too. Each plate Sanji sets before you with a wink more appetizing than the last.

Meat that glistens under a honey glaze. Fried rice shaped like stars or triangles. Another meal might have a turkey sandwich piled high with lettuce and other tasty sounding fillings. Tempting, but not right.

The food isn't right.

The food is fine.

Just eat a bite.

Pile rises up to counter it.

But it's never enough, and you always end up going to bed hungry. A torturous cycle you can't stop, or speak out loud. Because seeing Sanji's, or any of the crew's, disappointed frown would kill you even more.

Being close to the chef, sharing private moments between adventures in and out of the kitchen, have told you enough to know what would happen if you did speak up.

His story, how food became a driving force behind his dreams. His mother, than being stranded amongst the ocean.

How could you tell him the truth. That to stomach the food he presents would throw your entire mind into chaos, body following as it rejects what you try to offer. A balance that had been there all your life, and had managed fine, until the kitchen became a battle zone of its own.

Sanji's aware of every movement, every stalk and box set inside it. The pantry locked down, fridge too from the foodie captain who would devour it all in a heartbeat. Even taking a slice of bread is off limits.

Not just because he'll know, but because he'll improve it to something you deem inedible and the others call art.

It's not his fault, but your own. Stupid body, stupid mind.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Sitting on the deck now, staring up at the stars, you wonder if you'll even make it to the next island. Stomach growling, fingernails digging and drawing blood from your arms. You curl into yourself and begin counting them, a wish whispered after each number.

"You're gonna catch a cold, my sweet." Sanji's voice cuts through the night.

You turn and see him standing, cigarette already lit. The only light besides the moon on the Sunny at this hour. You turn back without responding. Guilt swamping your stomach.

Sanji calls your name. "What are you doing up at this hour? Could you not sleep?"

"Yeah…" The words bite as they come out, anything to get the blonde to back off before you crack.

Footsteps follow, and black dress pants come into view as Sanji stands at your side. "How was dinner?"

"Good."

The response is instant, direct, simple. Everything it needs to be when asked. It's worked before, and it'll work again.

The grinding of teeth say otherwise.

You flinch as a hand reaches out. Sanji's hand you know, a friend's hand, family. But in this instance it isn't.

Sanji stops short just shy of your shoulder. His hand falls back to his side and a defeated sigh follows. "You haven't been eating. I can tell."

"I have."

"No, you haven't. And don't try to just brush this off, because Luffy and Chopper have loose lips."

Maybe you shouldn't have given those two the food. But either way, your stuck in a situation you thought you could avoid. "What about it?"

"What ab-" Sanji sputters, you peak enough to see him grab at his hair as he dryly laughs. "What about it? You aren't eating! Have you even noticed the loss in your composure?"

You have.

The silence is answer enough for the chef as he drops into a crouch. His eyes search your own, smoke trailing towards the sky as he shuffles in front of you.

"No one goes hungry on this ship as long as I'm around. So, mind telling me why you haven't been eating."

Biting your lip, you duck down a bit. Admitting would be a good as loosing Sanji forever. You don't want that.

"I promise I won't get mad. I just wanna know what's wrong. We're crewmates, and crewmates don't let each other suffer."

"You'll hate me." The words slip out before you can stop them.

The air itself freezes as Sanji stares. His eyes are wide, the cigarette loose and threatening to fall. He snuffs it out, letting his face get cloaked in shadows. Your heart races at the sight.

He looks ready to fight.

"Whatever the hell made you think-"

"Your food's too much!" You shout it before he can continue. The friendship you've built crumbling before your eyes. But the words keep coming, like the issue was the ocean changing weather and there's no stopping the arrival of the storm. "It's piled and messy! Too much sauce and different textures. The crust of a sandwich bothers me, and the grapes you keep are never the right shape. The colors are wrong in some of the dishes too, not to mention the touching and mixing. I hate it! I can't eat it!"

Gasping in a breath, you wait for the shouting to begin, for Sanji to tell you how much of a wasteful person you are. You wait for him to kick you off the ship entirely.

Instead, a hand reaches out, hovering before your eyes.

You look to Sanji, he wiggles his fingers instead.

"Come on, we're going to the kitchen."

You flinch, but do as he says. Letting him drag you deeper into the Sunny and to the kitchen. Where he'll most likely scold you for daring to be picky.

Entering the space, his space really, he leaves you beside the counters to flip the lights. You keep your head tucked against your neck, hoping that if you stare at the floor long enough you could fall through.

A sharp click fills the air, and the thought is abandoned as you raise up to look.

Sanji sets the fridge lock aside, moving for the pantry lock next. It snaps open with a click as well. Turning back, he marches to your side, setting both locks down.

You brace for the yelling.

A whisper is what you get instead.

"I started to suspect something a while ago." Sanji starts off, "I was going to get onto you about it, picking at the food, thought you were going to waste it. But then you pushed it towards Luffy or Chopper, or even Zoro that one time. I watched after that, trying out different dishes. Thought it might have been allergies or just general dislikes. When that didn't pan out either I finally figured it out….thought you would tell me too…"

The blonde looks you in the eyes. His smile is thin, but kind.

"I know what I've gone through has changed my perspective on food in the long run. The respect I have for it in any form can tell you that much. And that's why it's important that I understand this too. You need to eat, and I'm gonna get you to without the weight of guilt."

Sanji grabs a plate and sets it on the counter.

"So, make it to your liking and I'll eat whatever you don't. I won't let you torture yourself over this any longer, I'll make any dish as simple or plain as you need it and not waste a single crumb. Trust your chef on this one."

Tears spill down your cheeks as you throw yourself into the man's awaiting arms. His hug is warm and welcoming as you hiccup and cry. "Sanji!"

(Various Gachiakuta Characters x Reader)

Chapter 4: Who Cares about Plot when You're the Plot Twist!

Yo, Corvus hot even while drinking tea.

I sighed dreamily at the man, leaning forward as he lifted a cup to his lips which were curled into a slight smile. A quick sip, then the cup was sat back down as he folded his arms back to his chest.

"You gave Semiu quite the scare when you came in." He started off, softening what he wanted to say. "Speaking full sentences after everyone thought it would take time to foster a understanding between us and you."

Oh, yeah, that did happen didn't it? But I could finally tell her how hot she was!

I nodded, humming happily. Kicking my legs out happily, I met the Cleaner's stone gray gaze. "You're hot." I murmured, hands inching into my bag and dragging out my art book. I got to work to capture the now wide eyes of the leader of the Cleaners now wore.

"You are quite bold."

"This world is gonna get me killed eventually, might as well shoot my shot before then." I answered.

That got Corvus to straighten up, a slow blink of disbelief following. "What do you mean by that?"

Should I tell him?

….Yeah.

"I'm from another world, this world is fiction there and I know what happens in the near future." I listed off, leaning back in my seat. I finally reach for the cup, trying the drink with a sigh of delight. It was really sweet even without any sugar.

I could hear the record scratch going off in Corvus' Brain. His smile came back, but it didn't reach his eyes this time. "I see. Then it's best we don't tell the others about this development."

"Oh, nah, Imma tell them if they ask." I set down the cup and pulled out my art book. Better to capture the beauty of Corvus while I can before being banished from the Cleaners. "Plus, I've already been mistaken for a Sphereite and I'm not from up there that's for sure."

Especially since I just learned I had arrived before Rudo, which meant bad news for me.

Corvus hummed, bringing up his hands to hide his mouth. "Would it not pose the same danger for others to know your origin is beyond this realm? With knowledge of the future to boot?"

"Oh, good point." I tapped my pencil against the page in thought. "I guess I'm an honorary Sphereite then."

"But with that settled, leaving the Cleaners would be dangerous and if anyone was to learn of your knowledge…" He trailed off on purpose, I knew because I wasn't even planning to leave the Cleaners' Base.

"Yeah, I wasn't planning on leaving anyway, but now you got me worried. Do you want to know the future or something?"

"Are you a threat to the Cleaners?"

"No! I just wanna have tea and a good time, I didn't realize you wanted to plan my murder!" I gently closed my book, then mushed it against my chest and glared at Corvus. "If you're gonna do that, then give my art book to the white and black haired kid who will join you! He'll make sure my art is appreciated!"

Corvus's hands dropped, shock coloring his features. "Kill you? I wouldn't, not when Semiu checked you and saw the potential you had." He shook his head, "No, I was just here to see if you had any plans going forward."

I relaxed, opening my book again and continuing the half finished drawing of the man before me. "Oh, okay. Let's do this again sometime."

I would love to stare at your beautiful face again!

"Do you want to become an official Cleaner?"

"Yeah! With all the hotties here and the kindness you gave me? As long as I get to stay a Supporter I wouldn't mind." I cheered, already imaging getting Tamsy to pose for me in various outfits, or catching Enjin's hilarious expressions.

"Then what about an exchange?" Corvus asked kindly.

I perked up, grinning behind my book. "Oh?"

"Let's make this tea break daily and while we host it, you tell me about your world and the future you foresaw in the pages of our fictitious world."

"Deal!" I threw my hand out with a smile, meeting the steel gray eyes of a hardened leader.

"Ah, wonderful. I hope you don't mind me using you in this way." Corvus took my hand with a firm shake.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I could care less. Afterall, I'm also using you….for my art! I bet if I get the right amount of sun in this office you'd shine brilliantly. Oh, and the tilt of your head, maybe the posing of your hands as well-"

Corvus burst into laughter, head thrown back and all. I paused in my ramblings to listen to the sound, so rare from the mysterious boss of the Cleaners that not even his people knew much about him. And here he was laughing.

Calming down he met my gaze again. "Your world must be very different with you agree this willingly to being used."

"Hah! You're funny." This time I laughed in his face, wheezing like a dying animal while slapping my leg. "Nah, being naive there would get me in just as much trouble as it would here. I just know that at least amongst the Cleaners I'll be safe enough."

"Nevertheless, making deals is dangerous for a sweet thing like you." Corvus leaned forward, a smirk was beginning to crawl its way up his face.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….is he flirting with me?

Before I could melt into a puddle completely at the man's voice, Corvus continued, "Well Sweetheart, I think that concludes this meeting?"

I JUST GOT CALLED SWEETHEART BY CORVUS!!!!

"Tea Time." I said smoothly. Absolutely not I heard that breathless whine! I am never pulling anyone at this rate!

"Of course, Tea Time." Corvus chuckled. "Head on out then. The others must be excited to properly introduce themselves."

I stood up with haste, knocking the coffee table and spilling my half finished drink in the process. Not that it mattered, I had to get out of here before my face melted off. "Right, yes, the others that are waiting for me. That I must do…Bye!"