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The Straw Hats When You're In Danger: Usopp x Reader
Author's Note: Once again I've put you in danger, and once again your straw hat beloved has something to say about it! This is part four with Usopp, check out the others here and let me know what other characters you'd like me to add for this series đ
- Brave Captain Usopp would never let any harm come to the one he loves, but he's also going to need a minute to go through all five stages of grief before he swings into action.Â
- When a rival crew captures you and holds you hostage in their base, Usopp's first instinct is to go running back to his crew for help. They're stronger than he is, and have way more useful abilities, and honestly maybe you would have been better falling in love with Zoro or Robin because they'd be able to protect you and maybe you wouldn't have been kidnapped at all if they were watching your back.Â
- Insecurity starts to seep into Usopp's mind in even the most mundane of circumstances, so having you end up in danger is a recipe for disaster when it comes to his self-esteem. He wonders what you ever saw in him, and feels like this is all his fault, but the longer he spirals about how weak he is, the more the storyteller in his mind steps in.Â
- Because when has the great Captain Usopp ever taken such disrespect lying down! No pirate dares lay a hand on the greatest love story the seas have ever seen and lived to tell the tale! They will all come to regret the day they tried to steal away Usopp The Mighty's one true love.Â
- He lets the narrative wash over him as he stands tall and starts to scheme your rescue plan. After all he might not have the same strength as the others, but his mind is what made you fall for him, so he should feel pretty confident in that.Â
- You know the second all the lights cut out and the pirate hideout is plunged into darkness that your brave sniper must be behind it. You sit perfectly still as the pirates around you start to scramble in a panic, listening carefully for the tell tale sound of them falling into the traps set by your brave boyfriend. You hear the occasional echo of his manic laugh as he launches projectiles at your captors through the darkness, and when you feel the familiar touch of a gentle hand against yours, you blindly follow it back to freedom. Usopp can feel how closely you stick beside him as he leads you through the pitch-black carnage, how easily he can steer you as you trust him completely with your safety and your life, and how much stronger he feels for having you back by his side.Â
- When you're finally back outside and your eyes adjust to the glistening light of the moon, Usopp can hardly contain himself with just how lovingly you're staring at him. He knows he should focus on getting you back to the ship before anyone can catch up with you, but that insecure voice in his head needs a tiny bit more reassurance, so he pulls you flush against his chest, a soft kiss landing on your lips as the tension melts away from him.Â
"I knew you'd come rescue me." You sigh out in your proudest voice, playing up the drama of it all, the way you know Usopp can't resist. He lets out a smug laugh as he leans in to kiss you again.Â
"No one steals Captain Usopp's greatest treasure and gets away with it."Â
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The Straw Hats When You're In Danger: Sanji x Reader
Author's Note: We're back again with this little series, where I put you, the heart of one of the straw hats, in danger! This is part three, check out the others here - Enjoy â¤ď¸
-Â Sanji is well known for being cool under pressure. He's sly and smooth and even in the most dangerous situations he manages to keep his air of grace and suavity. Except when it comes to you.Â
-Â When it comes to you, every ounce of self-control Sanji has honed over the years seems to go flying out the window. He can't control the way his eyes follow you around the ship, and how his heart skips a beat whenever you bless him with a loving smile. He has no power over his body when you pat the seat beside you or extend your arms towards him for a hug. And worst of all he loses any ability to think clearly whenever you're around, particularly the situation is turning dangerous.Â
- Which is exactly what happens when he loses sight of you in an all-out brawl against some marines trying to take the crew in. It's messy and chaotic and the straw hats are all trying to run in different directions and work out how to get back to the ship without leaving anyone behind. He's been sprinting at full speed for about a minute when Sanji turns around and realises he can't see or hear you anymore, ending up in a winding alleyway all on his own.Â
- He wants to be your knight in shining armour. To calmly retrace his steps until you're back in view and he can whisk you away to safely. He wants to be the brave hero you deserve. But the second he realises you're not by his side, and you might not be safe, it's like his brain shifts all its energy into pumping out adrenaline. His heart is aching and his lungs are burning and his chest is getting tighter and tighter until he feels his knees buckle underneath him and suddenly he's on the floor with his head between his legs struggling to take a breath.
- He knew this would happen. He never deserved your affections and now you'll know it for certain. If you're even still free and alive enough to hate him. A sob claws its way out of his throat at the thought of you being hurt, echoing off the walls as its followed by another. Sanji can't lose you. You're the light in his days, and the beat in every song, and the seasoning to his cooking. He's nothing without you. He doesn't know how he ever existed without waking up to your eyes and your lips.Â
- That's the picture he tried to focus on in his mind as he forces his back against a brick wall until he's standing on his feet. He thinks about the warmth you emit as you cuddle closer to him at first light. The feel of your fingertips tracing over his spine as you make the most of every precious moment before he has to slip out to the kitchen. He tries to remember exactly what it tasted like when you kissed him this morning. With each painstaking detail, he forces himself to walk in the direction you should be in, gaining speed, knowing this is all he can do to get himself back to you. Even if he doesn't deserve you, you deserve to be safe.Â
- Despite his momentary collapse, it doesn't take him until he's kicking marines out of the air and grabbing your hand as you both run towards the ship. It's obvious from even a cursory glance that he's been crying, and later that night he'll tell you all about how he fell apart, and watch in reverence as you tell him you still love him and that you always will no matter what his inner critic thinks. But for now you settle for throwing him a wink and sighing out in your dreamiest voice,Â
"My hero."
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notes. this might've been the silliest request yet!! I loved this one soo much I was giggling the whole time :) thanks for sending it in anon, and I hope y'all like it as much as I enjoyed writing it
tags. bad bunny x gn!reader, established relationship, Headcannons, mostly all fluff :)
Benito would never consider himself the jealous type.
His songs and image said it all; he wasnât one to be envious of any relationship. He prided himself in being mature enough to handle rejection when it came down to it and was never vindictive if the girl he was interested in ended up with another guy.
Even when the two of you started dating, he knew he had you the moment the words left your lips that he could - you were his by all accounts.Â
No matter how close you were with someone, he never held that over you or made you feel bad about it. He trusted you enough to know you would never do anything outside of the boundaries you had for each other.
There wasnât anyone that he could possibly feel jealous of.
Except for if that person was your cat, Nibble.
Nibble was your twelve-year-old cat that you loved more than the earth itself. If there was one thing you wouldâve dropped your entire life for, it was Nibble.
As he grew older, the more your kitty needed assistance. He had quite a few more years left in him due to how well you took care of him. He was still very spry, but still had his moments where you knew he was a senior cat. So, any free moment you had while at your apartment, you were making sure Nibble was comfortable.
Benito didnât realize it was jealousy that he was feeling until it was too late.
It was months after his first interaction with Nibble and almost a year after the two of you got together. He was home after a series of concerts and was spending time with you at your place for a few days before he left again.
You were in the kitchen preparing the catâs food, and all the while you were discussing your day. However, you werenât talking to Benito, you were talking to the little black void of a cat at your feet.
And what made Benitoâs blood boil even more was that the damn cat answered.Â
At the end of your cadences, the kitty would let out a soft mew as if it were talking right back to you and putting in his two cents.
That night, well after you went to bed, Benito was still up and checking his emails in the living room. He was sprawled out on the couch when Nibble walked up beside him.Â
The little creature placed his paws on the side of the couch - a silent ask to be helped up.
âNo.â Benito grumbled, âSi no te caigo bien, podrĂas simplemente decirlo.â
Nibble meowed softly, stretching out his body with his arms still outreached. He made a soft chirp as the stretch reached the limit in his back.
âNo.âÂ
Without warning, Nibble jumped up on the couch with a sudden burst of energy; something he really only reserved for things he really wanted.
Ignoring Benitoâs groans, the black cat stepped over his arms and onto his chest. Immediately, the feline started kneading his paws into Benitoâs cotton shirt, pulling up the fabric as it got caught on his claws.
âYouâre ridiculous,â He also didnât try to stop the small laugh that escaped, âGuess youâre lucky youâre cute or Iâd be more angry.âÂ
Nibble folded his arms underneath him and plopped himself down on the Spanish manâs chest, beginning to purr. Benito couldnât help but roll his eyes.
âMira, amigo, estĂĄs aquĂ todo el tiempo. ÂżNo crees que puedo pasar unos dĂas con mi amor? ÂżLlegamos a un pacto?â
Nibble shut his eyes tightly once before looking back at Benito, continuing to purr.
âGood.â
Lightly, he patted the catâs head, only causing the purrs to get louder and more intense.
When you got up the next morning, you were confused as to why your boyfriend never made it to bed. You made your way out into the living room searching for him, only to find your two favorite boys curled up together on your couch.
Nibble was practically holding Benitoâs neck as his head rested on the manâs cheek. A hand laid gently over the sleeping creature, holding him to him.
You snapped a quick picture, only for you to hold it over Benito for as long as the two of you lived, teasing him that he loved Nibble.
And while love was a strong word for the moment, he knew he could learn to.
end a.n. again, thank you guys for being patient while my requests are closed rn. I'm working on the ones I have now to clear the inbox and then I'll get it back open again for more silly prompts like this one â¤ď¸
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The Straw Hats When You're In Danger: Zoro x Reader
Author's Note: The second one of this little series, where I put you, the heart of one of the straw hats, in danger! Enjoy đ
-Â Roronoa Zoro believes he is the master of subtlety. That no one in the crew realises he favours you above all else. That you must only have the slightest inkling that he feels anything for you at all. Roronoa Zoro is also kind of an idiot.Â
- It could not be more obvious to everyone that comes across the straw hats that the swordsman views himself as your personal bodyguard, and you as his one and only. He volunteers to explore with you no matter how many times Sanji points out that he never gets to stroll around with you. He takes the seat by your side, even if it means physically removing someone from that chair. He looks to you whenever a decision needs making, or his day is getting tough, or even if he's just concerned that it's been too long since he last looked at you and he might have wandered off too far from your grace.Â
- So when a pirate who Zoro turned over to the marines back in his bounty hunting days seeks him out for revenge, it's obvious you are the most effective target. The escaped criminal seeks out your crew, observing you for a short while before revealing himself and demanding a re-match as penance. Not with the swordsman that captured him, but with you, so Zoro can learn how it feels to lose something.Â
- Zoro has to pretend that he doesn't understand why you're the one this creep has challenged to a fight, like his whole heart isn't aching and burning with rage at the thought of you getting hurt because of something he did in his past. He has to stop his expression twisting into the deep displeasure the whole situation gives him, naturally looking to you to see if you can start to grasp the gravity of the situation for him.
- You look completely unsurprised that this pirate has challenged you. After all, if Roronoa was any more obviously in love with you, you'd have a wedding ring by now. You know the swordsman dotes on you, and worships the ground you so frequently walk beside him on, and you know that when he's ready he'll address all of those feelings. But he's not there yet, so you don't push it, just holding his gaze as he tries to work out how he can keep you safe without forcing himself to admit the depth of his longing in front of the whole crew.Â
"Here." It's only one word, and yet it leaves every member of your crew staring, open-mouthed, in disbelief at Zoro. Even your pirate challenger finds himself taking an instinctive step backwards, the weight of the action enough to thicken the air around you.Â
Roronoa stands with one hand extended towards you, holding his sword for you take. His favourite sword, the one draped in white, that never leaves his side and only you know the whole story behind. He knows this sword will keep you safe. Won't let anything happen to you. It's as close as he can come to stepping in for you without admitting exactly what you mean to him, but you realise it anyway. It's not something you thought you'd ever get to hold, even with Zoro's devotion to you, your eyes fixed on his as slowly you take the weight of it in your hands.Â
"Thank you." You can barely get enough air in your lungs to say the phrase, wanting nothing more than to take this as your chance to finally reassure him that his love is not unrequited. That you'd do the same for him. That you like how close he is to you, no matter what.
But there'll be time for that later, for now you've got a swordfight to win.Â
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Can you write for Zoro who turns yandere for reader when he gets hit by a devil fruit. Reader is pinning for Zoro thinking they don''t have feelings for them, but he turns Yandere, so reader low-key kind of accents it thinking Zoro has feelings for them.
ohh, this i like. here's something quick for you, i hope you enjoy and it's along the lines of what you wanted! i did make it just an enhanced fruit, fyi, sorry about that!
yandere content ahead, 18+ MDNI
wc: 2.5k
You tell yourself it doesn't mean anything, that's what you do, after all. You've gotten very good at it; the particular skill of wanting something and then calmly, methodically, talking yourself out of caring. You've had months of practice. You know the shape of Zoro's indifference better than you know some constellations; you have mapped every casual glance he's directed at you and found all the ways they mean nothing beyond basic awareness. You'd done your due diligence. Tried Nami's suggestions, hell, even tried your own.Â
You'd leaned in close over maps when his attention was elsewhere, laughed louder at the right moments. You'd learned to read him and then deliberately made yourself readable in return, hoping some frequency would eventually connect.
Nothing.
So you accepted it. Quietly, practically, without drama. He doesn't feel that way, and that's fine. You're both adults and crewmates and the ship is not that large, so acceptance was the only option that made sense.
You'd done it. It hadn't even hurt anymore, not really. Not unless you sat still too long in the dark, or got lost in your thoughts by yourself.Â
But right now? Celebrating on this new island that smells like smoke and sugar, alochol on your tongue and a smile on your face, you could almost forget it completely.
There's music somewhere down the cobblestone streets, rising and falling between the buildings like it's breathing, and the people you helped save are already pulling Luffy into a dance he definitely doesn't know the steps to. Nami's laughing. Usopp is telling someone a version of events that has already become mythology. Even Robin has the faint curve of a smile at the corner of her mouth as she accepts a cup of something warm from a grateful elder.
You tilt your head back and let yourself feel it; the particular exhaustion that follows a battle well fought, the loosening of tension in your shoulders, the easy warmth of knowing everyone is safe and accounted for.
Well, almost everyone.
"Hey." Nami appears at your elbow, cup in hand, and her voice has dropped the celebratory edge it carried a moment ago. "Have you seen Zoro?"
You scan the square, but you already know what you won't find. With a shared glance, the two of you went to round up the others to begin the search.
The search takes two hours.
Sanji mutters colorful things under his breath as he checks the third tavern. Luffy makes it into a game until Usopp reminds him it isn't one. You say very little, which is nothing unusual when it comes to searching for Zoro, because you've learned that silence is better than spiraling, better than letting your imagination construct scenarios where something has actually gone wrong this time.
You find him sitting on a low stone wall at the edge of the market district, three swords resting against the wall beside him, arms folded, looking for all the world like he sat there on purpose.
He's surrounded by the remnants of a fruit platter, all of it, gone.
The crew converges slowly behind you as you approach first, the way you always do when you're trying to look more relaxed than you feel around him. "Zoro, âthere you are! And you seemed to have helped yourself to some fruit. Thatâs good, at least youâve been fed.â
He looks up and immediately you can tell something is different. You can't name it yet, but you know. It lives in the quality of his attention, the way his eyes find your face and then don't move. Like they've made a decision.
"You've been missing for two hours," Usopp says. "Everyone was looking. Are you okay, what have you been up to?â
"I wasn't lost. Just went exploring and found found this fruit all cut up and ready for eating. Felt like a shame that someone forgot it around back here, so I sat down and ate it. Wouldnât want to be rude and refuse food.â
âFood that you took without asking or any confirmation that it was for us to eat?â you question him, sharing confused glances with Sanji and Usopp about the swordsmanâs logic.
âYeah, of course,â he says deadpan.Â
Behind you, you hear Luffy exclaim something about the empty platter and the unique fruit skin that was left, and then Nami's voice, sharp and climbing: "Where did you get this?"
The island's doctor â a compact, brisk woman who clearly has no patience for pirates or their nonsense regardless of the fact that the crew saved the island â explains that the fruit is rare. Not a Devil Fruit, she clarifies, more of a botanical anomaly. Indigenous to these hills. The locals know not to eat it on its own.Â
The effects are temporary â a few days, perhaps a week at most â but they are not subtle. She calls it an amplifier.
"It doesn't manufacture emotion," she says, peering at Zoro with an expression caught between professional interest and personal exasperation. "It removes the filtering mechanism. Whatever was already present becomes â" She pauses, searching for the word.
"Unmanaged," Robin offers quietly.
"Yes. Precisely."
Zoro says nothing, which isnât surprising but heâs been looking at you since you entered the room.
Not at the doctor who examined him, and not at Nami, who is reading the woman a list of grievances on his behalf. Not even at Luffy, who has perched himself on a medical cabinet and is vibrating with the effort of not asking if he can have some of the fruit.
At you, making you become very interested in the patten on the floor. Heâs been like this since youâve found him, and itâs such a 180 from the normal dynamic the two of you have, it unsettles you. Well, it makes your heart flutter, but also unerves you to be on the recieving end of his sole attention.
"Zoro," Usopp says carefully. "Do you feel... different?"
A beat. âNo," Zoro says, while not look away from you. "Clearer. Better than I have in a while honestly.â
â
The first thing you notice is the weight of his presence.
You've always been aware of Zoro the way you're aware of weather, but now you feel him the way you feel heat. Directional. Specific.
You're coiling rope on the deck three mornings after the island when the sensation starts at the back of your neck, a familiar particular prickle of being watched. You glance up without thinking to see Zoro leaning against the mast with his arms crossed and his eyes already on you.
You hold the look for a moment longer than you mean to, and something shifts in his expression â not softening exactly, more like settling, the way a compass needle finds north and stops moving.
You look back down at the rope while your heart does something embarrassing and you choose not to acknowledge it.
He's just standing there. He does that, fuck that's normal behavior. Stupid heart, getting all worked up over nothing.
When you look up again a few minutes later, he hasn't moved. You smile at him, and turn back to your task, not seeing the way something shifts in his jaw. He exhales through his nose like he's been holding something and has just decided to stop.
The crew notices before you say anything about it.
Nami notices first, because Nami notices everything and files it away for later use. She finds you in the galley the evening of the fourth day and sits across from you with the deliberate casualness of someone who has already decided what the conversation is going to be.
"He followed you to the storage room today," she says.
You pour tea. "He was probably just walking."
"He turned around when you turned around."
"Coincidence! The shipâs only so big.â
"He did it twice. Every since he ate the fruit, heâs laser focused on you. Iâd say itâs romantic if he didnât look so serious and scary half the time.â
You say nothing, choosing to focus on the steam rising from your cup.
Nami tilts her head, and her expression is gentle. "You know what the doctor said. It amplifies what's already there."
"I know what she said. You know that I tried for months to see if there was something there.â
"So."
"So there wasn't anything there." You say it evenly, the way you've practiced, trying to keep a lid on your frustration. "He barely registered I existed six months ago!â
Nami is quiet for a moment. âYou know I never believed that,â she says finally. âHe just showed he cared in different ways. I mean, before he would always watch you. At first I thought it was just â his spatial awareness or something. But he always knew which direction you were in, or what you might be doing. We joked about it at first, but I think we all just stopped noticing because he was subtle about it."
You don't have an answer for that, staring at your tea until it cools, lost in your thoughts.
Then Zoro starts choosing you in ways that are too deliberate to explain away.
Not dramatically, or with declarations or gestures you'd have to respond to if he were Sanji. Zoro doesn't work that way and the fruit doesn't change his nature; only turns up the volume on it. It's still him, still the same movement, the same reserve, the same refusal to perform anything.
But in the evenings, when the crew gathers on the deck and there are eight different places to sit, he positions himself beside you, in the specific way that leaves no reasonable gap for interpretation. Close enough that his arm presses against yours and he doesn't move it, making you acutely aware of his warmth.Â
You don't move either, allowing yourself the grace to enjoy this moment.Â
Later when you're in conversation with Usopp and he's laughing about something, going on the way he does, you feel Zoro arrive before you see him. He doesn't insert himself into the story. He just stands at your shoulder, present, but not really participating. And Usopp, to his credit, finishes his thought, but his eyes cut once to Zoro and then back to you, and there is something uncertain but amused in his expression. He shoots you a wink before scurrying off, letting the two of you do whatever weird song and dance this was.
The crew adjusts, almost too easily, around Zoroâs new protective edge he has around you, but ou don't know how to.
The first time you should have questioned this edge, you almost do, barely holding yourself back.
Nami announces she's taking a small group into the next port town â shopping, information, the usual. You're already thinking about what you need when Zoro moves into your peripheral vision.
"Stay on the ship," he says. It's not loud, or even harsh in the way his tone can come across occassionally. It has the flat, final quality of something he's decided.
You look at him. "I was gonna go with Nami."
"I know." Something in his expression dares you to push back. Not cruelly, but there's a certainty there that sits in your chest like pressure.
"The town is fine," you say, slower now, unsure if he thought you were incapable of protecting yourself, or your nakamas.
"You don't know that." He interjects, his tone slowly getting sharper while his gaze intensifies.
"Nami's going. Usopp and Chopper too.â You protest. Maybe Zoroâs right about you staying on the ship, because youâre quickly approaching dangerous teritory with the vice-captain. The rest of the crew has suspicously disappeared when it was clear that this might have the potential to go awry, but you didnât take the hint.
"Nami can handle herself differently." His eye doesnât waver, instead almost softens, looking honest and sincere, throwing you off from the arguement. "Stay. I can teach you more self-defense that you were asking me for.â
You want to argue, the argument is right there, logical and justified, sitting on your tongue.
But the word 'stay' is in Zoro's voice, and he's looking at you like you're something he's already decided belongs near him, and you have spent months wanting him to look at you like that in any form â
"Okay," you say. You hear yourself say it and something uncomfortable turns over in your stomach. But then his expression shifts, and there is something in it that looks almost like relief, and you tell yourself it's fine.
He just worries, that's how Zoro is. At least he cares.
Nami comes back with gifts and gossip and finds you on the deck with Zoro's sleeping weight to your right, his head tipped back against the railing, while you watch the horizon. You give him a quick smile, encouraging her to come closer, both lowering your voices in consideration to the swordsman, despite his almost infamous ability to sleep through mostly anything.
Nami sets a small wrapped package in your hands, something she bought for you without being asked, and her eyes move to Zoro and back.
"How was it?" you ask.
"Good, you would have liked the market." Her voice is carefully even, still wearily eyeing Zoro, before solely focusing in on you. "There was a stall with the fabric you mentioned wanting, so I got you a sample. Unfourtanelty we ran into Smoker back there so weâre getting ready to leave, but hopefully at the next island, youâll be able to get it!â
Something small and sharp sits behind your sternum. "Oh," you say. "Thanks anyways, Nami. Iâm sure itâll all be okay soon enough!â
She looks at you for a moment longer than the conversation requires, but doesn't say anything else.
â
You're not unhappy, that's what you keep coming back to, in the quiet moments when you're honest with yourself.Â
You're not unhappy. He's here, and that word carries a weight you can't fully argue with, because for months his presence was something you observed from a careful distance, something you'd trained yourself not to want too directly.
And now he's here, beside you, watching you and choosing you with a consistency that feels like gravity, like something you could lean into.
It feels, in the weakest and most private part of you, like everything you quietly wanted.
But there is a smaller, steadier voice underneath all of it thatâs been getting louder for three days.Â
It sounds, you think, like the version of yourself that made peace with his indifference. Not because she wanted to, but because she refused to be diminished by someone who didn't see her.
It asks, very quietly: Is this him? Or is this the fruit?
And then, softer: Is there a difference, if you can't tell?
And softer still: Does it matter, if he's controlling where you go? If it is nothing like what you imagined like?
You don't answer, wrapping Nami's fabric sample between your palms and feel the warmth of the swordsman beside you, and you don't answer.
The Straw Hats When You're In Danger: Luffy x Reader
Author's Note: The first in a series for our straw hat sweethearts - this time with you, their beloved, in danger! Enjoy đ
- Your sweet captain may be happy go lucky most of the time, but there's nothing that switches Luffy's energy quicker than when you need protecting. You are the most precious thing in the rubber man's life, and he knows in his heart that he'll never make it to his dream of being king of the pirates without you.Â
- So when a rival pirate captain makes the foolish mistake of kidnapping you from the ship, he doesn't think the goofy straw hat captain will be much of a threat, the smile on his wanted poster hiding the intensity that earned him such a bounty.Â
- But that smile is nowhere to be seen when he bursts through the wooden door of the rival's ship, knocking it clean off its hinges as he practically growls out his final warning - just your name creaking from his lips as a last chance for the crew to hand you over and stop the inevitable destruction that's about to happen.Â
- The crew standing before him let out a few nervous laughs, not expecting the dark expression painted across Luffy's face that shows this is absolutely no laughing matter, his eyes scanning the room in one slow slice until they land on you.Â
- You sit there, completely unharmed, and entirely unworried. This has happened before, and you are more certain of Luffy coming to save you than you are of the sun rising each morning. He is immovable in his dedication to you, and you barely have time to blink before bodies are scattered around you, Luffy approaching you with his chest heaving in frantic panic as he looks you over.Â
"I'm okay Luffy, thanks for coming to get me." You smile at him and let your fingers caress his cheek, and suddenly that beaming grin returns to his face as his arms tangle around you. Once he's sure you're okay, he practically slingshots the two of you back to your ship, already excited to tell you about all the trouble he caused on his way to save you.Â
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I think Zoro would love if you were thicker/chubby simply because your more durable. AKA you don't have fragile hips, I you know what I mean
RORONOA ZORO x Black!Chubby! Reader headcannons
First and foremost, ZORO likes you because youâre you. But letâs not act like he doesnât like the meat on your bones.
He likes the way your ass ripples every time his hips meet yours. He likes to slap and squeeze it. He marvels at the fact that his hand is so huge, yet he canât engulf you entirely.
Same goes for your stomach, especially if you got a navel piercing.
Your wide hips give him a solid grip. Your love handles softens the bruising grip he has on you.
Manhandling you is easy. He can flip and bend you in however he likes. He doesnât train for nothing.
Heâll hike your legs onto his shoulder just so he can paw at your thighs. Heâll do that anyway but the position leaves more room for him.
If youâre busty, his hands find your titties often. He pinches and flicks at your nipple while eating you eating you out. He doesnât move your thighs from crushing his head, he likes that shit.
Heâll pop a titty in his mouth when youâre in missionary or his lap. Might slap it a bit if youâre real loud.
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Zoro and Sanji, in an alternate universe could have potentially had eachothers personalites had the circumstances been slightly different. Like Sanji could have been the more stoic + emotially close off one, considering what happened to him Germa.
And Zoro becomes almost hyperfixates on women in a more protective way due what happened to Kuina. The misogyny she faced as a female swordsman + now Zoro having to live her dream post death, would make him protective of women. Minus the less pervy parts Sanji excludes.
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The last sound you remembered before everything went black was the ocean.Â
It had thrashed violently against the hull of the enemy shipâthe one that tore you from the Straw Hatsâwhile your captors argued over how much bounty your life would fetch. You remembered the smell of cheap rum and metal, the press of ropes biting into your skin, and the frantic thought that if Zoro realized youâd been taken, he would come for you.
And then a quieter, more frightening realization:
If he came, he wouldnât stop.
You drifted in and out of consciousness after that, only catching glimpses of chaos. Shouting, heavy footsteps, something wet splattering the floor, the slow crack of wood splintering under tremendous force.Â
At first it seemed like a dream when the hatchway swung open and moonlight cut across the room, illuminating a silhouette framed by smoke and destruction. Sapped in red, the overwhelming, metallic scent of death choking your nose.
It was only when he spoke your name that you realized this was real.
Zoro carried you out of that bloodied hold as if you weighed no more than a piece of driftwood. He said nothing as he stepped over the bodies of the men who had dragged you away. His silence was more unnerving than rage would have been.
But you knew he had raged. You could see it, evidently.Â
He didnât call out for Luffy, or Sanji, or anyone at all. He must have come here alone.
You tried to ask where he was taking you, but your throat only cracked with the attempt. Still, he glanced down at you, with a dark expression.
âSave your strength,â he murmured. âWeâre leaving.â
He found a small emergency vessel with a single oar and a torn sail and placed you inside it. The night wind was cold, but he pulled off his coat and draped it around your shoulders without breaking eye contact, as if afraid you would vanish if he looked away for even a heartbeat.
The sea turned quieter as he rowed. Moonlight brushed the water in pale ribbons that shimmered each time the oar cut through. You drifted in and out of sleep again, lulled by the rhythm of Zoroâs movements, his muscles rippling as he worked to get you as far away from that hellish place as possible.
The second time you woke, he was carrying you in his arms again, stepping onto the coarse sand of a small island you didnât recognize. Its shoreline curved steeply into thick, wild greenery, illuminated by the first light of dawn. Mist curled low to the ground, softening the world into a watercolor haze.
Only then did he speak again.
âThis place isnât on any map,â he said quietly, almost to himself. âNo one will find us here.â
Us.
The word struck like a pebble dropped into deep water, sending ripples through your exhausted brain. As you came to fully, you parted your lips to question him, but he tightened his hold just slightly, guiding you toward a narrow path swallowed by foliage.
The island was eerily quiet. Leaves rustled only when Zoro brushed past them, his swords clinking dully against his hip. Eventually, the path widened into a clearing where an old cabin stoodâweather-worn but still standing, its wooden beams bleached by sun and salt.
Zoro pushed the door open with his foot.
Inside, the cabin was simple: a single bed, a table whose legs were uneven, a small window letting in angled morning light. Dust motes drifted lazily, disturbed only when he set you down on the mattress.
Your voice was hoarse as you finally managed a question.
âZoroâŚwhy arenât we heading back to the Sunny?â
His broad shoulders stiffened, as he froze on the spot.
â...I canât take you back yet,â he answered, each word chosen carefully. âYouâre injured. Youâre shaken. And the othersâŚthey canât keep you safe the way I can.â
He sat at the edge of the bed, his weight digging deep into the mattress. His shirt had been changed from the blood-soaked one earlier, but you couldnât tear the image from your mind.
âYou donât know what I found on that ship,â he said, voice lowering. âWhat they planned to do to you. They were willing to hurt you to get to us. To get to me.â
Your breath stalled.
âThey had no idea what kind of wrath they invited,â he continued. âBut I donât want to fight the whole damn world just to keep you alive.â
He finally turned and touched you suddenly, knuckles brushing your cheekbone first, then the soft underside of your jaw, tracing the dried tear track as though memorizing its shape. You quivered slightly, bewildered by the action. To say he wasnât usually like thisâŚwas quite the understatement.Â
âYou scared me,â he whispered. Zoro rarely admitted fear. The confession cut deeper than any blade.
It frightened you, too, as his strong hand drifted further down, fingertips sliding the length of your throat. Under that touch, you swallowed thickly, nervously. Surely he knew how this made you feel, but still, he carried on:
âI thought Iâd lost you. And if I hadâŚâ
He swallowed, eyes darkening.
âI wouldnât have stopped until everything that took you from me burned.â
Your heart throbbed in your chest, heavy with a feeling you didnât want to name.
âZoroâŚtake me home. Please. I canât stay here. The others must be worried, they at least deserve to know Iâm alright, donât they?â
The hand on your cheek went still. Heâd frozen again.
âIâm not taking you anywhere,â he spoke carefully. âNot until I know youâre safe. Fully safe. And that means away from enemies, away from dangerâŚâ He hesitated, dark gaze locking on yours. âAway from anyone who could hurt you. Even unintentionally.â
He wasnât talking about strangers anymore. You began to realize it. He meant the crew tooâŚ
Your breath shook with a sharp inhale, as the truth dawned.
âYou kidnapped me.â
Zoro exhaled slowly, eyes half-lidded as if the word didnât wound but annoyed him.
âI rescued you,â he corrected. âRemember? And now Iâm keeping you alive. If that feels like kidnapping, then so be it.â
You pushed yourself upright despite the ache in your limbs.
âYou donât get to decide that!â
His jaw tensed.
âSomeone has to.â
There was a silence then that stretched, grander than the ocean between you and the Sunny.
Eventually he rose to his feet, fingers brushing dry blood on his sleeve. He looked at it, then at you, eyes softening in a way that made your stomach do loops.
âIâll get water,â he murmured. âAnd food. You need rest.â
Standing, he reached the door before pausing and looking back. The early sunlight caught his face, highlighting the slight tremor of emotion behind his expression. Desperate and devoted.
âDonât try to run,â he said quietly. âNot because Iâd be angry.â
Zoro gazed right into your eyes, sharply and seriously. There was an almostâŚmania there. You could see it as he spoke:
â...Because I canât lose you again. And I wonât. I refuse.â
The door clicked shut. The lock slid home. He sealed your cage, and you were helpless to stop it.
Truly, then, it dawned on you. This grim reality.Â
You were alone on an island no one could find.
With a swordsman who would cross oceans full of corpses to reach you.
And there was no telling whether that devotion would save youâ
âor destroy you both.
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Heyy! I saw your request and it gave me a lot of writing inspiration, I would love to write head cannons for the request that you gave me! Iâm planning on writing your head cannons here in the next couple of days, but thereâs a couple storyâs I have scheduled up, including a Zoro one, so it might take a week or two to publish it. Hope you donât mind me sending this through your asks, your dms werenât open for me. Thank you for your request! I appreciate your support
Ops, sorry about that! I've been meaning to change the dm's thing in my pinned post.
Lol, it was made during a time when when I was hyper socially anxious, especially so on the internet of all places. I've been slowly but surely trying to combat my social anxiety, hell i'm even on the hunt for mutuals right now.
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Can you write for the one piece strawhats x reader (seperate) but make it pre-relationship
The boys get hit by a devil fruit and see a snippet of the future where they are older and happily married to their crush.
How would you write them dealing with the information they just learned that reader is essentially their forever life partner.
ęŤáŞÝ luffy is resting restlessly in the infirmary as chopper tries his best to bare with covering up his wounds from a previous fight that only happened a few hours ago. but now he just seems energeticânot just his usual bounciness. no. it was the kind that had definitely had its own story.
coming into the room, the medicinal aroma of the place hit your nose immediately, briefly scrunching your face as you shake it off. "how are you feeling, luf'?" - "never better!!"
at some point he's going to rat himself out when he keeps giving you those sunny little glances that linger on your figure from behind... but with that vision in mind, he finds himself at ease in fights, if that was his destiny,
he'd only continue to fight for the future, a future where you two were as free as the wind, anyway.
ęŤáŞÝ zoro can't hold eye contact with anybody anymore, let alone you. he feels like he wasn't supposed to see it, and feels undeserving of it. secretly, and privately, he wanted to earn a life with you, not get to know he'll get to have it anyway.
so if you notice he already starts to do more than usual for you, already knowing he treated you differently, this would basically confirm everybody's suspicions.
he gives in maybe a week or two after the incident, a vision he didn't mean to see that included you... he needed to tell you at any point at all really. when you found out though...
well the least the both of you could do with each other was that same signature silence. as if you already had all the conversations in the world.
ęŤáŞÝ sanji can't hold back when he first sees your face. the kind of dream that makes him think 'this is very much a dream'. but after hearing chopper's explanation of the devil fruit's effect... he's swooning all over you. he won't say it outright, but the extra portions he slides you... the seasoning you ask for that he doesn't complain about.
it's hard not to notice how he moved with ecstasy around you. it felt smooth, insanely smooth. so much so, a drink is enough to make him spill on what he saw. not that he was exactly hiding it, anyways.
in summary, he's happy, and overjoyed that out of everyone, anyone, he got you. his 'chef instinct' not being wrong, you just might be the sweetness that makes the salty sea feel less lonely.
just them three cuz i don't feel like writing all of them, including the ones i havent even met in the eps im watching :' !! nami, robin, ace, law pt 2 maybe?
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Idk if the Modern AU ficâs exist or not but where are the oneâs with Zoro where he is a babysitter as his day job. There is this interview clip of Mackenyu saying what Zoro's secret hobby would be. Plus Zoro and all them damn kids. Now you maybe asking, who the hell would he even babysit. Hello!!!!!!!! Chopper is right there. I feel like a lot of people might think it's unrealistic for Zoro to watch kids all day, but in reality he would actually be the best with them completely naturally as we've seen before.Â
It's perfect because it actually gives Chopper a good reason to be in them and not have to age him up. I totally feel like Zoro stumbled upon Chopper one day by accident and Dr Kureah shoved a bunch of cash in his face and âforcedâ the job on him. Chopperwould be adopted/fostered by Dr Kureah after Dr Hiriluk death. Â Being a doctor means long hours where she canât actually be there for Chopper, so she doesn't really care if Zoro takes him out of the house for a couple of hours with his friends, as long as he doesn't get into any trouble.
You just see this big muscular dude with a little kid sitting on his shoulders and everyone would swoon for him low-key. It's also kind of giving âWant a beer?.....Heâs four! I donât know what to do with him!â energy. Chopper is the kid they let hang out with them. I just know the Strawhats would let Chopper practice his little doctor skills on them because it would be cute and would cave when they see his face.
This is is the point in your relationship with Zoro that would make you want to have kids with him. Wether you can birth them yourself or not. ! Seeing this gruff, big ass dude be so gentle with this kid. Baby Fever Activated!!!!!!! Zoro over here has got you playing mom/dad along side him.
[When you reunite with Zoro in Loguetown, an important conversation needs to take place - is he or is he not your boyfriend?]
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In hindsight, everyone has perfect vision. Theyâre never surprised and can always see the most unexpected thing coming. You think that you really should have predicted all of this happening the moment Sanji escaped your sight:
Buggyâs and Alvidaâs pirate-goons are relentless. Just when you think youâve defeated one of them, they either come back up or two others take their place. Once fun carnival has turned into carnage.
The sharpened sais in your hands are slippery from blood and sweat â a rather pungent mixture. The weapons slide in your hold, forcing you to tighten your grip. A burning ache settles in your fingers and wrists. Your nostrils are filled with the smell of gunpowder and dirt. The air is uncomfortably dry.
Thereâs a lot of commotion behind you and before you know it, youâre pushed forward with great force. Your body hits the ground silently. Truhtfully, everything is silent â the only thing you can hear is the mind-numbing ringing. Dust irritates your eyes and sticks to the back of your throat. Was there an explosion?
However, there isnât much time to ponder. As youâre coughing, trying to clear out your lungs, a pair of rather strong arms hauls you up. They help you keep balance, while your head is still swimming and ears are ringing. You wipe your face with one hand, the other holding on to the unknown saviour. Thereâs still a lot of dirt stuck to your skin but at least itâs not blurring your vision anymore.
Looking towards the person standing in front of you, youâre quite surprised to see the same face youâve lost a few hours ago:
âSanji?â
The man gives you a wide smile, clearly glad that youâre okay and the blast didnât mess with your head too much. His hold on you doesnât let up, even when Sanji knows you can stand on your own. Long fingers are digging into your arm right beneath your armpit.
"Fancy meeting you here, gorgeous,â he answers. Despite taking active part in the carnival-turned-carnage, his breathing isnât laboured. Truthfully, he hasnât broken a sweat. âGood thing youâre in one piece, âcause your boyfriend almost cut my head off."
Your eyebrows furrow when hearing the word âboyfriendâ. Itâs the notion that a head might have been cut off that has your mind trailing towards the only person besides Sanji willing and able to achieve such a feat.
"Who? Zoro?â Whether youâre asking for confirmation or are simply shocked, youâre not quite sure yourself. âHe's not my boyfriend,â you add. The sureness of your tone doesnât stop your face from getting significantly warmer.
Sanji canât help but smirk. Your sudden nervousness doesnât escape his attention. "Does he know that?â he asks. The teasing undertone hides behind candid words, almost flying over your head. âI don't think he got the memo."
You were about to ask Sanji for an explanation when a knife flew right in front of your nose. Right, inquiries into your alleged boyfriend can wait a minute or two.
Several fights and close calls later, you see a head of green hair in the corner of your eye. Part of you yearns to admire Zoroâs skill and fluidity but the more reasonable and less lovestruck part wishes to keep your limbs intact. Besides, getting gravely injured just to ask a man if he has feelings for you is⌠embarrassing. Youâre an adult, not a school kid anymore. Those things can wait for the right moment.
Surprisingly, Zoro seems to be of a different mind. The moment you enter his field of vision, heâs calling out to you. His voice cuts through the clashing of swords and the painful grunts of the surrounding battlefield. Fighting his way through the horde of circus pirates, Zoro is making his way towards you. It would be like a scene from a movie, if the risk of actually dying wasnât equally real. Death, however, doesnât seem all too interested in the famous pirate hunter. Heâs marching on without halting or slowing down, as though he isnât a person but an icebreaker cutting through the frozen seas.
He calls out to you again, now much closer than he was before. You turn around, only to be met face-to-face with another one of Buggyâs pirates. Before either of you can raise your weapons, something glistens right behind him. In a quite grotesque manner, the pirate splits in half diagonally, along a clean line from his left shoulder to right hip. The corpse falls to the ground, turning brown dirt into a black, dense pulp.
Then you meet Zoroâs gaze. Thereâs some blood on his clothes but seeing as its a small spatter, it canât be his. Brown eyes are piercing yours in an almost human way, as though the man is trying to put the beast inside him back in its kennel. Itâs both terrifying and beautiful, as all beasts are. You remember Sanjiâs words â he could have ended up no better than the dead pirate at your feet, should you turn up with as much as a bruise. Zoro has always been protective of his friends, yes, but there is a substantial difference between offering to die for someone and the willingness to kill anyone for them.
Zoro lets out a gasp that sounds like your name. âWhere were you? Are you huââ
âAre we boyfriend and girlfriend?â you interrupt. Truly, no better time than the present.
The once intense stare suddenly becomes vacant. It would be a hilarious image if the conversation were about anything else. âWhat?â he asks quietly, not sure if he heard you correctly.
âRight, I should phrase that differently.â As gross as it may be, you kick away the sliced corpse separating you. Zoro stands idly while you step closer to him. His eyes are glued to you, studying even the smallest movement. âDo you think of yourself as my boyfriend?â
The tiniest wrinkle between his dark eyebrows blears his otherwise blank expression. âWhat kind of question is that?â
Oh, Zoro, youâre really not making this any easier.
âA âyes or noâ kind,â you explain. âUnless you want to indulge me with specifics,â you add, shrugging. Although heâs not the kind of person to go on and on about their love for someone, it would be very satisfying to have this calm and collected warrior profess his hopeless yearning for you. Maybe one day.
Zoro swallows nervously, his larynx slightly bobbing up and down. âThen no.â He looks away from your face, pretending to be scanning your surroundings for more enemies. âI donât even like you like that.â
Zoroâs nonchalant attitude can be heaven-sent but right now itâs the biggest tell he could have. For a man so unbothered, he seems awfully nervous.
âThatâs not what Sanji said.â
The man meets your gaze again, only to roll his eyes. Of course, Sanji was going to milk that situation as much as he could. He saw Zoro lose his grip on emotions, making Sanji believe that he sees you as more than a friend. When, obviously, that isnât true. Youâre his good friend, thatâs all.
âAccording to him, you almost cut his head off when he showed up without me,â you continue.
His fist flexes around the sword. A sudden surge of anger makes him want to punch holes in brick walls. Sanji is a lucky man not to be in the vicinity, or Zoro might do well on his threat. The swordsman can only do what he does best: look for a âfriendlyâ explanation of all the lovesick things heâs doing for you.
âBecause heâs irresponsible,â he explains. At least in his head, it makes sense. âThis place is crawling with Marines and pirates, so we should stick together.â
Your lips curl into a smirk. âThen maybe you should be the one keeping an eye on me.â
âIâm not your babysitter.â
As though heâs uttered some ancient prayer, you suddenly found yourself surrounded by more pirates. Your first thought is to turn to Zoro, come up with a strategy. It appears that he already has a strategy, a quite simple one at that: defeat everyone. His sharp swords slice through skin at a terrifying speed, as well as depth. You find it almost impossible to keep up with him but thatâs hardly a concern. Zoro parries attacks before you notice them. His large frame stands like a defensive wall between you and Buggyâs goons. A few times, heâs pushed you away right before dodging another swing of a deadly weapon. Even if you wanted to help him in the fight, you couldnât. And yet Zoro was the one who claimed not to be your babysitter just a few minutes ago.
When the pirates joined their unfortunate, sliced friend on the blood-soaked dirt, you continued the conversation:
âYes, youâre not a babysitter, because Iâm not a baby. Yet you always hover around me, even when I donât need help.â
Zoro meets your gaze. Thereâs something strangely intense in the way heâs looking at you, as though heâs been itching to reveal long-hidden thoughts. Whatever dilemma he's solving in his head, he decides to fight his urge a little longer. The ferocious burn of his gaze dims, itâs place taken by Zoroâs typical blankness. The previous passion, however, still lingers in those brown eyes, almost imperceptible to anyone else. A famed warrior is losing a battle against himself.
âYouâre slow and weak,â he states. Zoro pretends to ignore the blood and dirt sticking to the sais in your hands. Deep inside, heâs already studied the evidence of your fighting and sustained injuries. His âfriendlyâ feelings convince him that the result is completely his fault. âIâm just making sure you donât die.â
âBut you were more than willing to kill Sanji if something happened to me,â you point out.
The man doesnât as much as blink while delivering you his judgment. âI donât like him.â The heaviness of his tone reveals that there is much more to that statement than simple dislike of someoneâs personality. It is the disdain for what someone represents with themself, the amalgamation of traits that Zoro lacks and how he thinks others view Sanji; it isnât a dislike of who Sanji is, but who Zoro isnât and canât be. Some would call it âjealousyâ but Zoro canât be jealous. He would have to be in love with you. How preposterous!
âSo you do like me?â
Zoro sighs heavily. Heâs clearly not enjoying the direction in which this conversation is going. Youâre trading way too close to what heâs unwilling to admit even to himself. âI guess youâre alright,â he mumbles after a moment of silence.
You canât help the frustrated groan brewing in the back of your throat. Zoro gives you a questioning look. Is his thinking youâre âalrightâ such a tragedy?
âIâve given you numerous chances, Zoro,â you say. The wrinkle between his eyebrows only deepens. âHelp me out a little or do I really have to do everything myself?â
âWhat are youââ
Zoro doesnât get the chance to finish his question. Your lips meet his in a clumsy, albeit passionate kiss. His moment of surprise dissipates quickly as he answers your pecks with even more ferocity. Zoroâs arm circles your waist much too low to be considered âfriendlyâ in any capacity. He pulls you closer to himself, chests colliding in a long-overdue embrace. The two of you crane your necks in a quite coordinated way, constantly searching for a deeper, even more intimate, angle.
Little do you know, Sanji and Nami witnessed the entire conversation. They may have been too far to hear your words but definitely close enough to see the searing kiss that befits a bedroom more than a battlefield. Nami is finally freed from the frustration of seeing your âfriendshipâ with Zoro. Truthfully, if this farce had gone on one day longer, she was willing to cause a scene, reveal your feelings for each other and leave you to deal with the aftermath. Her moment of serenity doesnât last long, however. Sanji, a teasing smirk adorning his face, suggests that maybe they should follow suit. Nami only lets out a frustrated groan and mumbles something about âruining a nice momentâ.