#eustass x reader

Sabo 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Sabo was training alone, just some simple combat moves — shirtless and sweaty. Blonde hair sticking to his face as he moves across the field.

He was heaving at the end of it, wiping his chin, and just when his little break was over, he spots you from the corner of his eye.

Sabo instantly brightens up at the sight of you, grinning and hand going up to wave you over but before he knew it—you were already half way closer, and when he blinks—you’re plunging into his chest.

Arms slung over his shoulders, as you practically anchor him into an embrace.

He didn’t even have the chance to comprehend the gesture before he feels your lips on his neck.

Making him flinch, grabbing onto your shoulders and just stares at you dumbfounded.

“Woah now, what’s all this? You okay—”

You blink. Then you tiptoe up and kiss his cheek.

Sabo doesn’t move. He just shuts up as you grab his face, kiss the corner of his lip, chin, jaw, his brows and eyelids—everywhere and anywhere, you attack him with your kisses.

Lipstick marks all over his face.

And he just stares like an idiot when you finish.

Your face all shy and grinning, grabbing his hands into yours, bringing them to your chest.

“Sabo.”

“Y-yeah..?”

He just keeps staring, neck going red.

“Don’t you want to kiss me back?”

Sabo blinks. Lips parting. “I—”

What is going? Did someone take over your body? And why are you extra pretty today? Something isn’t right here, but that spare second of assessment, that delay in an answer makes you frown. Letting go of his hands, moving away.

“Too late. I’m out. Have fun training alone, buddy—”

He catches your wrist, and hauls you right back in.

Hands going on the small of your back, bringing you closer to him.

Your legs all intertwined, your chests pressed into one another as he makes you look at him.

He leans in, just enough to catch the warmth of his breath on your face, his forehead grazing yours. And your cheeks burn at the sight of him.

He’s grinning sly and mean—and when Sabo gets like that—you can’t help but go completely dumb in the head.

“Want me to kiss you? Yeah? If you want it so badly then tell me why you’re all clingy today.” His lips inches near yours, but they never land—and you feel how he squeezes you up into him by the ass.

You tiptoe in for the kiss but Sabo keeps moving away, not fully, but just enough to tease.

“Sabo—”

“Tell me.”

And you hitch your breath when you feel his crotch.

What a mean jerk.

You pout. “Cause’ I missed you, that’s all.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really.”

And he smiles, all boyish and teasing.

“I missed’ you too.” And he’ll show you that, by pressing his mouth onto yours, lips mushing into one another and you smile into it.

He has one hand on your back, the other in your hair. Tilting you deeper into kiss.

Congrats. You’re not leaving the training grounds any time soon.

Donquixote Rosinante "Corazon" 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Corazon was sizzling some veggies by the stove. Pink apron tied around his waist as he fixes today’s dinner for both of you.

And he hears the kitchen door creak open.

“Soon love, I’ll just sauté these and then dinner will be—”

You wrap your arms around his waist, lean your face against his spine.

And he halts.

Breath caught in his ribs as he watches the vegetables turn toast.

“Er…” Corazon looks over his shoulder, where he’ll find you rubbing your cheek against his back. Small and little compared to him.

“Is everythin’ okay? Did something happen—”

You press your face harder against him and he turns rigid. Back arching.

He turns the stove off.

Slowly, awkwardly, he goes to face you and you just leech right back onto him. Face buried into his abs, taking in the scent of him.

You look up, face all mushed into him and he turns bright pink at the sight of your face.

Damn. Okay. You’re pretty, too pretty.

It’s turning him stupid.

“Cora…” You mumble out, fisting his shirt.

“Y-yeah? What is it gorgeous?”

“Why aren’t you touching me?”

And he blinks. He didn’t even notice it but his hands are hovering above your hips.

Too flustered to know where to place them.

“Y-you want me too—?”

You frown. And he presses his lips, swallowing.

What a stupid question.

Of course you want him to touch you.

Corazon places his large hands on your hips, and you press yourself closer to him.

His thigh going inbetween yours and you hear him hold in a whine when you kiss chest, lean your cheek against his ribs.

“Is it okay if we eat later? I want to feel you just a bit longer.”

At that, his shoulders slumps.

Chuckling just a little, before easing into you.

“Yes. Anything you want, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”

Buggy the Clown 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

The so called Genius Jester is slumped over his sofa, circling his wine goblet as he grumbles, “Stupid-crocodile-smug-looking-bastard” (or something to that affect) and that’s how you’ll find him.

He doesn’t shift his head, just from your footsteps alone he knows it’s his gorgeous, majestic, piece of honeycakes walking in.

And he thinks you’re here to scold him too, his chin sinking.

“If you’re here to to call me dumb and lazy and annoying as well, then I—”

Your steps are fast, hard—plunging against the floor boards as you cast yourself over his shoulders. Face pressed into his spine and Buggy, freezes.

You snuggle your face in between his shoulder blades.

Rubbing. Pressing.

Taking in his scent… he smells like cake. And sprinkles. And just a little bit of canon fodder.

You want more of it, more of him.

And Buggy blinks. Twice. Before glancing to you.

“Er… did I…. uh… Is this a test?… Are you mad—”

“Buggy.” You hum, your voice hot against his spine, and just when he’s about to answer, do you kiss his back. Trailing kisses all over him and you feel a shiver running down his skin before you make it to the nape of his neck.

Your breath warm, turning him flushed. “I missed you Bug’, I missed you so much.”

He flinches. Breath caught.

Is this a seduction tactic? Or a trap? Whatever it is, it’s making him go stupidly red, face steaming even.

You lean in from behind, your lips skimming over his earlobe.

“Do you miss me, Buggy?”

“I…Uh…. I— yeah! I mean, of course I do!” He stammers out, shifting his head to you, his red nose grazing yours, meeting your smile. And he combusts.

Melting like an ice cone in desert heat.

“B-but where is this coming from, gem? You’re suddenly all over me—WHICH I LOVE—but erm… y’know.”

You only hum in response, manoeuvring into the sofa, and in between his legs. Nestling yourself right above his lap, face into his neck.

“I just want to be near you, just this once, please?”

His throat is flaring fire against your cheek, you even hear his heart drum from underneath.

And you resist not teasing him for it.

Instead you grab onto his chest, fisting his clothes and relax into his warmth.

And slowly, carefully, his hands makes it to your back, pressing you closer to him.

Placing his chin above your head.

“Sure….I wouldn’t mind if you missed me more often gem.” He mumbles, and you kiss his neck. Just a little.

Yeah, this is going to be a loooong night for both of you.

Eustass "Captain" Kid 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Kid was polishing up some gear — adjusting, fixing, and screwdriver in hand.

That’s how you will find him, cross legged and posture bent.

He doesn’t even turn to face you when he hears you trudge inside.

“Tch, better not be here to nag about snacks, cause I ain’t budgin’ till I got this fixed—” he freezes, screwdriver screeching against metal when he feels your chest slumped over his enormous back. He’s rigid beneath you. Hard. Stiff. As if unable to breathe.

And you lean your cheek against his shoulder blade, hands travelling up his chest—feeling him, touching and caressing him. His warmth radiating into your chest, and you cling onto him harder.

“Oi.”

You nestle your face into his back.

“Oi.”

You rub your cheek against him.

“Oi…”

You place a kiss on the back of his biceps and he flinches, snapping his gaze onto you.

Face burning, cheeks all pink and flustered and you try not to laugh.

“What’s gotten into ya!?” He practically yells out, “You think you’re going to get snacks by actin’ like a little kitten; you’re wrong—”

You lean in, and shut him up with a kiss on the cheek.

And that’s what you do.

You kiss, kiss, kiss and kiss him all over the face until you’ve stunned the vocab out of him.

Your hands are still pressed on his pecs, breasts still pushed against his spine and he goes completely steam red.

“Baby,” you hum and your voice is low, almost pleading, and it makes him tense. Warmth forming up his chest. “I missed you. I missed you so much today.” You bury your cheek against his sturdy shoulder, eyes closing. “I want to be near you, is that okay?” You look up, “Or are you too busy?”

And your angry oversized tomato just stares, teeth gritted and cheeks all flushed. His ears too.

Kid clicks his tongue, “Whatever. Do as you please.”

He says that, but his posture eases, shoulders slumps and his heart beating a little bit too fast for his liking.

He won’t admit it, but he wouldn’t mind it if you missed him a little bit more often.

Aokiji Kuzan 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Kuzan was napping.

Snoring on the sofa to be exact.

It was dead in the night when you tiptoed in. Blanket wrapped around you like a warm fuzzy burrito, in search for cuddles.

“Kuzan?”

No response. Just a snore. And you inch near.

He has a sleep mask on, and his hands are folded over his chest. Chest going up… then down.

You press your lips, manoeuvring above him. Placing your ear where his heart sits, and when you sink your weight into him, only then do you hear the snoot bubble pop.

Hand going to his sleep mask, making a small gap with his thumb to take a peek and when he sees you? He blinks himself awake.

“Oh?” Kuzan tries to sit himself up but when you lock your thigh around his waist, tight, firm—does he freeze. “This is a first.”

you hum. “Go back to sleep.” And you rub your face into his chest. “I like this spot.”

A sweat droplets makes it to his cheek, a corner of his lip turning up. His large hand placing it above your hair. Slow, faint, as if careful to not provoke your change of mind.

“Everythin’ alright? Nothing’s buggin you?”

You shake your head, looking up to him.

Face all shy and mischievous, making him tense.

And when you lean in, crawling up his abdomen, the grinding of each others bodies forces him still, hands hovering above your ribs as you come closer. Placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Just for tonight, Kuzan’, just for tonight—so enjoy it.” There is a giggle in your tone, a tease almost, and you sink back down. Head nested in the crook of his neck and Kuzan lets out a scoff.

Easing back into the sofa, larger hands landing on your back.

Bringing you close.

“Since you insist then,” he cups your head. His finger drawing slow, faint caresses over your back. Kissing the top of your head. “don’t mind me.”

You two lay like that till morning comes, calm, safe — lousing. And maybe, just maybe, when his most lonesome hours hits—he’ll think of this moment, of you, and the warmth of your chest.

The market is too loud. People walk everywhere. Vendors shout. Children run between the stands. The smell of grilled food mixes with flowers and smoke.

You pull your hat lower.

“Stop looking nervous.” Law says beside you.

“I’m not nervous.”

“You keep fixing your sleeve every ten seconds.”

You immediately stop touching your sleeve.

Law gives you a look.

You glare back “This was not my idea.”

“Nor mine.” he says flatly “It was theirs.”

Ahead of you, Usopp laughs loudly while carrying a basket.

“It worked, didn’t it?” he says “Nobody suspects a married couple.”

You stare at him.

“You didn’t need to say newly married.”

“It added detail.” Usopp replies proudly.

“It ruined my life.”

Usopp shrugs “You already argue like a couple anyway.”

Law says nothing.

“You all forced us into this…” you say.

Usopp says “People trust married people.”

Law finally speaks “I still think this plan is stupid.”

Usopp points at him “But you agreed.”

Law looks annoyed “I agreed because we couldn't refuse.”

“And because you two look natural together.” Usopp says.

You nearly trip over your own foot “What?”

His smile widen.

Law exhales slowly.

“We should split up now.”

“Yes,” you say quickly “good idea.”

Usopp waves “Don’t forget to hold hands.”

You stop walking.

“You need to act believable.”

Law looks tired already “This is unnecessary.”

Usopp tilts his head “Married couples usually touch, you know?”

The silence after that feels painful.

You glance toward Law and he already looks done with life.

“Fine.” he says.

You blink “What?”

He holds out his hand.

You stare at it, then at him, then back at his hand… “This feels threatening.”

“Take my hand.”

“You sound like you hate me.”

“I sound tired.”

“That’s not better.”

“People are watching.”

You glance around and see one older woman smiling softly at you both.

You immediately look away and slowly, awkwardly, you place your hand in his.

Law’s fingers close around yours.

Your brain suddenly stops working for one second.

You hate that.

“There,” Law mutters “done.”

You clear your throat “Right.”

You both start walking again and neither of you says anything.

A vendor nearby smiles at both of you.

“Beautiful couple.” he says kindly.

Law slightly stiffens.

“Thank you.” you answer quickly.

“New marriage, right? You both look shy, it's cute.”

Your face burns and Law’s grip tightens slightly.

The vendor gives you extra fruit “For good luck.”

“Thank you.” you say again with a smile.

You walk away quickly and the moment you turn a corner, you pull your hand away “That was painful.”

“You answered too fast.”

“You said nothing.”

“You handled it.”

“You basically abandoned me.”

Law looks at you “I didn’t abandon you.”

“You absolutely did.”

“You were believable.”

You stare at him “Was I?”

“Yes.”

You look away. The street suddenly feels warmer.

Law starts walking again and you follow him, and for some reason your hand still remembers the warmth of his.

Later that day, you follow Franky until he stops in front of a small house hidden between two narrow streets.

“This is the place.” says proudly.

You look up.

The house is old but clean, with wooden walls, small paper windows, a quiet area far from the busy streets of Wano.

Perfect for hiding.

Franky places his hands on his hips.

“Nobody comes here. Safe location. Good roof. No weird smells.”

“That last one matters?” you ask.

“It always matters.”

Beside you, Law looks at the house “It’s isolated.”

“Exactly,” Franky says “good for undercover married life.”

You immediately sigh “Please stop calling it that.”

Franky grins “You two are famous already.”

Law looks tired “We shouldn’t be.”

Franky opens the door “Too late.”

You step inside.

The space is small. You all walk around and see the kitchen, the bathroom and then the bedroom .

One bed.

Very impossible to ignore.

You slowly turn.

Franky scratches the back of his neck “Oh right.”

You stare.

He points casually “Only one bedroom.”

Silence.

Law stares at the bed and then at Franky.

Franky lifts his hands quickly “Hey, don’t look at me like that. Married couple cover story. This makes sense.”

“You’re enjoying this.” you say.

“A little.”

Law exhales slowly “We’ll manage.”

Franky nods “You can stay here until things move forward. Nobody will bother you.”

He starts walking toward the door and pauses “Good luck!”

Then he leaves.

The door closes.

You stand there and Law stands near the entrance. Neither of you moves.

“This keeps getting worse…” you say.

Law glances toward the bed “Yes.”

You walk around the room slowly… there is a small couch near the wall.

Law notices it too and says “I’ll take the couch.”

You turn toward him “No.”

“It’s fine.”

“You’re too tall for that.”

“I’ve slept in worse places.”

“That doesn’t mean you should.”

Law places his sword near the wall “I’ll sleep on the floor then.”

You blink “No.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does.”

He looks at you “You take the bed.”

You cross your arms “And let my captain sleep on the floor?”

“It’s practical.”

“It’s stupid.”

Law raises a brow slightly “You sound annoyed.”

“I am annoyed.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re acting like sharing a bed is impossible.”

“It’s not impossible.”

“Then why are we arguing over it?”

Law goes quiet.

You sigh and sit on the edge of the bed.

The mattress sinks softly.

You look up at him “Listen.”

He stays still.

“We’re two adults.”

He says nothing.

“I don’t care about sharing a bed just for sleeping.”

His eyes stay on you.

“It’s not a big deal. We’re about to start a war.” your voice becomes softer “We should rest while we still can.”

Law watches you carefully.

You hold his gaze.

“So I don’t care what you say.” you finish “We’re both sleeping here.”

A long silence follows.

Then Law looks away first “…You’re stubborn.”

“You already knew that.”

“That doesn’t make it easier.”

You smile slightly “It means you should stop fighting.”

He sighs quietly “Fine.”

You hide your smile.

Night comes slowly.

The house becomes darker and rain taps softly against the roof.

You lie on one side of the bed.

Law lies on the other.

Enough distance.

At least that's what you tell yourself.

The room is quiet.

You hear Law shifting slightly beside you.

You turn onto your side… then back again.

Sleep refuses to come.

You sigh.

A second later Law sighs too.

You glance toward him.

He is staring at the ceiling.

“You awake?” you whisper.

“Yes.”

“This is awkward.”

“A little...”

You smile weakly “At least the mattress is comfortable.”

“Better than the submarine beds.”

“True.”

Silence again.

You shift and your arm brushes his accidentally, which makes you freeze.

He doesn't move away and neither do you.

Your eyes slowly meet even if there's barely any light, but you still see him clearly.

His eyes… his face… the way he looks at you focused and quiet.

The air grows heavier.

You move slightly closer without thinking and Law’s eyes lower to your lips, then back to your eyes.

Your heartbeat becomes impossible to ignore.

Slowly you lean closer and he meets you halfway.

The kiss starts soft and careful… almost testing. Then suddenly it deepens.

Your fingers lightly grab his shirt while his hand rests against your waist.

The kiss becomes stronger and needier, like both of you wanted this longer than either wants to admit.

Your chest presses closer to his and you feel his hand tighten slightly.

Then you both stop… still close and still breathing hard.

You clear your throat “Well…” Law watches you carefully as you continue “That definitely helps the married couple act.”

A pause. Then a small laugh leaves him.

You smile immediately.

“There,” you whisper “that’s less scary.”

“You think I’m scary?”

“Only when you look at people like you want to stab them.”

“Fair.”

The tension softens.

After a moment, Law shifts slightly closer. His arm wraps carefully around your waist. Giving you time to pull away but of course you don't.

Instead, you move closer. Your head rests against his chest.

You close your eyes.

Morning comes too fast.

You wake slowly, with something heavy resting around you.

Then you realize that Law’s arm is still holding you close. Your face presses against his chest, your leg tangled slightly with his.

The front door suddenly opens and before you can even react the bedroom door slides open.

And there Bepo… Penguin… Shachi… all frozen and all staring.

Silence.

Penguin blinks “Oh?”

Shachi’s eyes go wide “Oh.”

Bepo covers his mouth “Oh no…”

You stare at them still half asleep, and still trapped in Law’s arms.

Law slowly opens his eyes. He sees the crew and his expression becomes instantly dangerous.

“What are you doing here?” he says.

Penguin raises a hand “Usopp told us where you were.”

Shachi grins “And gave us a spare key.”

“Of course he did…” you mumble.

Bepo looks guilty “We came to bring supplies…”

Nobody moves.

Then Penguin points “You’re cuddling.”

“No.” Law says immediately.

“You absolutely are.”

“No.”

“You literally are.”

Law looks ready to commit murder.

Shachi wipes his eyes “The fake marriage is becoming real.”

“Get out.” Law says.

Penguin grins “Captain looks happy for the first time in his whole life.”

“Leave.”

“You look comfortable together.”

“Now.”

You bury your face into Law’s chest again “This is the worst morning of my life.”

Law’s arm tightens slightly around you, and somehow that makes it worse and better at the same time.

── .✦ Crocodile:

tags: slow burn, tension, forced proximity, suggestive

The desert is freezing at night, you hate that.

During the day, the heat feels endless and then at night, the cold slips under your skin like sharp fingers.

You pull your cloak tighter as you walk beside Crocodile.

He says nothing.

His coat moves slightly with the wind, sand shifts under your boots.

You glance toward him “Are you always this quiet?”

“Yes.”

“You know talking doesn’t kill people.”

“Depends what they say.”

You roll your eyes “Funny.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

You continue walking.

The small map in your hand shakes slightly from the wind “There should be a town nearby.”

“There is.”

“You sound very sure.”

“I’ve been here before.”

“Helpful information you could have said earlier.”

He exhales smoke from his cigar “You didn’t ask.”

You mutter under your breath “You’re impossible.”

“I hear that often.”

You hate that he sounds amused.

A few minutes later, lights appear in the distance.

A village.

You sigh in relief “Finally.”

The streets are quiet when you arrive, most places already closed. Only one inn still shows light through the windows.

You push the door open and warm air immediately hits your face.

You almost melt from relief.

An old man behind the desk looks up.

“Room?” he asks.

“We'd like two rooms.” you answer quickly.

The man shakes his head “Sorry, there's only one left.”

You freeze and turn your head.

Crocodile already looks annoyed.

The old man smiles “Storm tonight. Everything full.”

Outside, thunder rumbles softly.

You glance at Crocodile and he looks completely…. too calm.

“I’ll sleep outside.” you say quickly.

“No.” he says and looks at the innkeeper “We take it.”

You stare.

The old man hands over the key and you take it silently while your soul is already leaving your body.

The room is larger than expected, there's even a chair and a table… and one bed, a large one but still terrible for the circumstances.

You close the door behind you and silence fills the room.

Crocodile removes his coat slowly. You immediately look away for no reason.

“You can take the bed.” you say.

“No.”

“I don’t mind the floor.”

“You’ll freeze.”

“I survived worse.”

“So have I.”

You turn and he lights another cigar.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.” he says.

“And I guess you’re not either.”

His gaze moves toward you.

The room suddenly feels warmer.

“It’s just a bed.” he says.

You laugh softly “You say that like this isn’t awkward.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

Easy for him to say. He looks completely unaffected, which annoys you more.

You sit on the edge of the mattress.

“You don’t seem bothered.” you say.

“I’m tired and I'm not a kid.”

“That doesn’t answer me.”

“It answers enough.”

You narrow your eyes “You enjoy making people nervous.”

His mouth shifts slightly “Only when they pretend not to be.”

You look away first.

The room feels too small, too quiet and too warm.

Eventually, you lie down, keeping to one side.

Crocodile remains near the window for a while, watching outside and smoking.

Then he moves over and the mattress dips slightly as he lies beside you.

You stare at the ceiling. You can hear his breathing, slow and calm.

You hate how aware you suddenly are.

The room grows quieter.

You close your eyes to try to sleep.

Fail.

You turn slightly and the blanket shifts.

You sigh.

A second later you hear him say “You move too much.”

Your eyes snap open “You’re awake.”

“Yes.”

“You could’ve said something.”

“I was hoping you’d stop moving.”

You glare toward the darkness “You’re annoying.”

“You’ve said that before.”

You turn onto your side, facing away from him.

Then thunder cracks loudly outside and the sound, always given the circumstances, makes you jump slightly.

You freeze embarrassed by that.

A quiet sound comes from beside you, almost a low chuckle “You’re scared of storms?”

“No.”

“You jumped.”

“I was surprised.”

“Of course.”

You roll your eyes.

Then another loud crack shakes the windows and the room flashes briefly with lightning.

You shift automatically closer, before realizing.

You stop breathing.

Crocodile says nothing.

You slowly look toward him and his eyes are already on you.

The air changes.

The distance between you suddenly feels too small and definitely too noticeable.

His hand rests near yours, close enough to touch. You should move away but you don’t and neither does he.

Outside, thunder rolls again, but now you barely hear it.

The room flashes white for a second, then darkness returns.

You still haven’t moved and neither has .

His eyes stay on you.

“You’re staring.” you whisper.

“So are you.”

The fire crackles softly behind you and warm light moves across his face… the scar near his mouth… the slow rise of his chest.

Everything suddenly feels too close, too quiet and too aware.

Outside, thunder shakes the windows again.

You shift slightly, closer.

His gaze lowers to your lips, then back to your eyes.

You tell yourself to stop looking at him… you fail.

“You should sleep.” he says quietly.

“That sounds like a warning.”

“Maybe.”

You breathe out slowly “And if I don’t?”

His eyes darken slightly “Then you’ll keep looking at me like that?”

Your heart skips “Like what?”

“Like you’re thinking too much.”

You almost laugh “That’s rich coming from you.”

He leans slightly closer “Am I wrong?”

You don't answer… because no, he isn’t.

The space between you feels smaller now.

His hand shifts slowly, until his fingers brush yours lightly.

Your breath catches and he notices, but his hand stays there.

Your fingers curl slightly against his.

Crocodile’s eyes stay on yours.

Slowly he lifts his hand and his fingers brush lightly along your jaw.

Your skin burns instantly.

You close your eyes for half a second, that small touch feels dangerous but still too soft for someone like him.

When you open your eyes again, he is closer, enough to feel his breath.

“You should stop me.” he says quietly.

Your stomach tightens “You first.”

Then suddenly his hand slides behind your neck and his mouth meets yours.

The kiss is slow at first… testing.

But it doesn’t stay like that.

His hand tightens slightly, pulling you closer.

You feel the heat of him immediately… and that taste of smoke and whiskey.

Your fingers grab lightly at his shirt.

He exhales softly against your lips, a sound that sends warmth down your spine.

The kiss deepens.

Your body shifts closer without thinking and your leg brushes his.

The mattress moves beneath you.

His hand slides slowly down your side, possessive without force.

You feel his thumb brush your waist, then your hip.

Your breath catches.

When he pulls back slightly, both of you breathe harder.

“You’re trouble.” you whisper.

A faint smile touches the corner of his mouth “And yet you’re still here.”

You smile softly “Bad decisions are made sometimes.”

“Clearly.”

His hand remains against your waist.

You don't move away, instead, you lean closer again until your lips brush his to start another kiss.

Slower this time but more dangerous somehow.

His fingers slide through your hair.

Now nothing exists except this room, this bed and the heat between you.

Eventually, you pull back. Your forehead rests against his shoulder.

His hand remains at your back.

Your fingers rest lightly against his chest.

“You know,” you murmur, “sharing a bed was a terrible idea.”

A low hum leaves him “Yes.”

“But I’m not complaining.”

His hand moves once along your back “You would complain eventually.”

You smile against him “Probably.”

Then he asks “So… we’re done?”

That makes you relax and laugh softly “Nah.”

Then you suddenly move and climb on him. You smile at his little surprised face, even if it lasts for a second.

You lift your shirt while his hand tightens slightly around your waist.

That marks the start of the best night of your life. 

── .✦ Kid:

tags: wano arc, slow burn, forced proximity, hidden feelings, protective kid, tension

The hideout is terrible.

You stop at the doorway and stare. It's just one room, one lamp, one tiny kitchen corner and one bedroom with one bed.

You slowly turn toward Kid “This is it?”

He walks inside like nothing is wrong “It has walls. Good enough.”

“That’s your standard?”

“It should be yours too.”

You shut the door behind you.

Outside, Wano.

Killer went another direction hours ago. You and Kid had to split from him.

Which means you are stuck here now.

You drop your bag near the wall.

The room smells faintly like dust and old wood.

Kid removes his coat and throws it over a chair.

You sit carefully on the edge of the bed and the mattress creaks.

You look up.

“Please tell me there’s another secret room somewhere.”

“No.”

“Another mattress?”

“No.”

“A couch?”

“No.”

You glance around again, just to confirm he’s right.

The room is too small.

Kid notices you looking around and says “I’ll take the floor.”

You blink “No.”

“It’s fine.”

“You’re huge.”

He gives you a look “That sounded rude.”

“It was honest.”

He snorts softly, then shrugs “Still taking it.”

You shake your head “Your back will break.”

“I’ve slept on metal.”

“And that explains your personality.”

Kid looks toward you “Watch your mouth.”

You grin slightly “Or what Captain?”

He steps closer “You’re brave tonight.”

“I’m always brave.”

“You’re always annoying.”

You smile wider “And yet you keep me around.”

He rolls his eyes “Unfortunately.”

You pat the bed beside you “We can both sleep here.”

Kid immediately looks at the mattress, then at you “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s small.”

“There’s no space anywhere else for your giant body.”

He scoffs.

“You calling me fat?”

“No. Just built like a wall.”

“That’s still insulting.”

“You survive.”

Kid folds his arms “I’m not crushing you in my sleep.”

“You think you move around?”

“I know I do.”

You shrug “I move too.”

“That’s your argument?”

“Yes.”

He looks unconvinced.

You sigh dramatically “Kid.”

“What.”

“We’re hiding in Wano. We could die tomorrow.”

He goes quiet.

You continue softer “We should sleep properly while we can.”

Kid watches you. His expression unreadable. Then he clicks his tongue “You always say things like that.”

“Like what?”

“Things that make arguing with you annoying.”

You grin “So I win.”

“You’re confident.”

“I’m right.”

He stares a moment longer then finally “Fine.”

You smile to yourself and Kid notices “Don’t look proud.”

“I am proud.”

“You shouldn’t be.”

“You agreed.”

“I gave up.”

“Same thing.”

He mutters something under his breath and you laugh quietly.

Night comes slowly.

You lie near the wall and Kid lies beside you.

You immediately feel how close he is. Shoulder almost touching.

The room suddenly feels even smaller.

You stare at the ceiling.

“You awake?” you whisper.

“Yes.”

“You sound annoyed.”

“I’m trying to sleep.”

“You’re failing.”

“So are you.”

You smile slightly “Fair.”

Silence returns.

You turn onto your side, facing away.

The blanket shifts and the mattress moves.

Kid exhales quietly “You're taking all the blanket.”

“You take too much space.”

“You wanted this.”

“You’re loud.”

He snorts softly, making you blink in surprise “You laughed?”

“No.”

“You absolutely did.”

“Go to sleep, you're starting to imagine things.”

You smile into the pillow.

Wind taps lightly against the windows and the room becomes colder.

You pull the blanket higher but you're still cold.

You shift slightly closer without thinking and… just for warmth, just because the room is freezing.

Your shoulder brushes his arm.

Kid stays still.

You slowly glance back and he’s already looking at you.

The room feels quiet again.

“You cold?” he asks.

You hesitate “...A little.”

He says nothing, then he slowly lifts part of the blanket higher and toward you, without a word.

You blink “Thanks.”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it.”

You smile faintly.

You settle closer under the blanket and your arm brushes his again.

Kid stares at the ceiling again but his hand stays closer now, near yours.

A soft rain keeps falling, soft against the roof.

You lie still beneath the blanket, too awake to sleep and obviously too aware of how close  he's beside you.

His shoulder brushes yours every time either of you moves.

You glance toward him and he's still staring at the ceiling, wide awake.

“You’re unusually quiet…” you whisper.

He grunts softly “So?”

“So it’s weird.”

“I don’t talk when I’m tired.”

“You talk loudly when you’re tired.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You absolutely do.”

Kid shifts slightly “You complain too much.”

You smile “You’re proving my point.”

He says nothing and that alone feels super strange.

You turn slightly onto your side but facing him now.

The dim light from outside barely reaches the room but enough to barely see him, with his sharp features, the scar near his eye and the tired look on his face.

“You’re really… really too quiet.” you repeat.

Kid glances toward you “What do you want me to do? Start yelling?”

“Maybe.”

“Tch.”

You smile softly as the silence comes back but this one feels different… more comfortable.

You watch the rain through the small window.

Then another thought slips out before you can stop it “Have you ever slept like this with someone?”

The second the words leave your mouth you freeze and your eyes widen “Oh my god.”

Kid looks at you.

You immediately sit up slightly “That sounded wrong.”

He raises a brow.

“I didn’t mean—” you rub your face “No, wait, that sounds worse.”

“You panic fast.”

“Because that sounded weird.”

“You always ask weird questions anyway.”

“I know.” you groan quietly “I meant sharing a bed. Like this. Sleeping. Just… just sleeping.”

You feel heat rise to your face and refuse to look at him. You stare at the blanket instead “Forget it.”

The room stays quiet way longer than expected.

You slowly glance up.

Kid is still looking at you, but he isn't laughing or teasing or smirking.

He watches you with a serious face. Then he finally answers “No.”

You blink.

His voice is quieter than ever.

“No.” he repeats.

Something about that answer makes your chest feel strange.

You start thinking and noticing the weird softness in him. Not in words… never in words with him. But in the small things, like the way he offered to sleep on the floor first, the blanket he pulled higher toward you, the way he never moved away.

It surprises you.

You relax back into the pillow “You’re different when nobody’s around.”

Kid looks back at the ceiling “Don’t say weird things.”

“It’s true.”

“You talk too much.”

You smile faintly “You don’t deny it.”

He clicks his tongue softly.

The room slowly grows quieter and your eyes become heavier.

You yawn softly and Kid glances toward you “Tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Finally.”

You close your eyes “You sound relieved.”

“I am.”

“Rude.”

“You'll survive.”

You smile weakly with your eyes closed and slowly you drift asleep.

Morning comes gently with soft light through the windows.

You stay half asleep for a moment, feeling weirdly safe and protected.

Then slowly, you realize something, so you fastly open your eyes and freeze.

Your face rests against Kid’s chest while his arm is wrapped around your waist.

Your leg tangled slightly with his.

You stare and your brain stops working completely.

You slowly lift your head and see that Kid is still asleep. His face looks softer now, less sharp.

You stay still even though you should move.

But instead you just look at him, because somehow this feels right.

The reason you slept so well is him.

His arm tightens slightly, making you freeze again.

Then his eyes slowly open. He still looks sleepy and unfocused.

He blinks once and then he notices you, the position and the closeness.

You wait for his teasing, for his sarcasm, for his annoyance.

Instead… he just looks at you quietly.

Neither of you moves and neither of you says anything.

You realize your hand rests against his chest and that you can feel his heartbeat.

Kid glances down briefly, then back to your face.

“You drool in your sleep.” he mutters.

You stare “You ruined the moment.”

“There was a moment?”

“Obviously.”

“Tch.”

You narrow your eyes “You’re impossible.”

“And yet you’re still here.”

You don’t answer because you don't need to.

And slowly without thinking too much, you lean closer.

Kid stays still watching and waiting.

Your forehead brushes his first, then your lips meet, softly and carefully.

Different from what you expected.

Kid’s hand moves slowly against your back and the kiss deepens slightly.

When you pull back slightly you stay close and still wrapped together, warm.

Kid looks at you quietly then he mutters “You think too much.”

You smile softly “And you pretend not to.”

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy is enthusiastic when the two of you make out. He doesn't mind if there are other ppl around and would always try to seek you out during parties. Something abt the afterglow of a battle + being around his favorite ppl fires him up to wrap you up in his rubbery arms and kiss away your surprised gasps. Luffy usually tastes like meat, sweet barbecue sauce, and a hint of whatever tropical drink he was guzzling down prior.

His stretchy abilities easily allow him to feel closer than you then a normal body could. Coiling his arm around your waist multiple times like a statement belt only to pull you impossibly closer so he can shove his tongue deeper down your throat makes his head kinda light and eyelids heavy. Occasionally you explore his mouth too, but he always cheats and stretches his tongue forcing himself to take control.

Bonus: He has gotten carried away before and gotten you two tongue-tied. In his passion for open kisses, he found you struggling to pull away, panicked and wide-eyed as you pointed to the apparent knot between your tongues.

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro is a messy lover. When he gets his calloused hands on you he makes sure to hold your face as gently as he knows how. His lips are soft and he tastes strongly of sake and variations of cheaper booze. You could get drunk off his mouth from feeling and lingering alcohol together. His hands never stop cradling your face, he enjoys the soft moment of intimacy throughout so much violence in his life.

While he handles you with care, his tongue could be fighting you like a marine. Similar to his captain, he would much rather push himself into your mouth than have you take the lead. He also enjoys having you in his lap, while he rocks you back and forth. The motions of you rubbing his strong arms and chest while he loses himself in your lips may lead to something else up in the crow's nest.

Vinesmoke Sanji

Sanji prides himself on being a gentleman and yet all of his manners fly out the window when you push your tongue into his mouth. His facial hair tickles your face and sends tingling sensations to the rest of your body while his hands struggle to decide whether to rest on your waist or face. He tastes like mint, as his hygiene is impeccable, and pre-timeskip his upper lip may or may not have tasted like shaving cream.

The blond would gladly let you guide him through the motions as you move your tongues together. He would never brute force himself between your lips and adores how sweetly you place chaste kisses on the corners of his mouth before you reach him. he would love to keep you as close as possible, however even after a few minutes of making out your chef is going to need to sort out the growing tent in his pants.

Portgas D. Ace

I think Ace was shy at first and allowed you to take the reins due to his lack of experience. Not only would the makeout sesh be hot (haha) but sloppy too. Strings of saliva would fall from both your lips as you pant for air and Ace runs a hand through his messy hair. Blown out pupils stare at your mouth expectantly like a patient puppy waiting to be told he can have his treat.

In terms of taste he probably just tastes like his last meal and charred bits of food. Ace is going to be insatiable once you get him hooked on the feeling of your tongues intertwining and mouths moving against each other in ways that send sparks down his spine and into his shorts. I doubt he would mention his erection, but it's not like you can't exactly tell.

Sabo

Ugh. Sabo is a yapper and unfortunately not even making out can get him to shut up. Hot open-mouthed kisses pressed against his stupidly perfect lips would only lead to a cheeky smile and commentary on his luck. Sabo tastes like English breakfast tea, and while his appetite is almost as crazy as his brothers he often cleanses his palate with the hot beverage. While his arms circle your waist he makes sure to strip himself of his leather gloves if he hasn't already, wanting to feel your skin on his own.

You should be careful not to rile him up too much or he might burn your tongue. He hasn't had his devil fruit for long and deep emotion can easily set him off. Sabo enjoys making out best when you’re on top of him while he's lying down. During leisure moments in the Revolutionary army, he wants nothing more than to spend his days lazily sliding his tongue against yours and trying to memorize the cavern of your mouth.

Eustass Kid

Kid is the type to pat his lap while he spreads his legs and gestures for you to come sit. And I would absolutely fall for it every single time. Despite placing you on his knee the guy is 6'8 so I doubt you’re gonna be taller than him. Small kisses on his lipstick-clad lips only act to annoy him because you both know what he really wants from your mouth. When he finally gets bored of your games he decides to bite your lip and use your surprise to bring your open mouth to his own.

He has a lovely tongue piercing that sends a contrast of cold metallic steel whenever he runs it across the heat of your wet muscle. Sometimes he'll take his goggles off and let his bangs fall in front of his face, tickling your forehead in the process. While he is a rough lover, this is one of the few times when he lets his guard down and indulges himself in another. If you weren't wearing any lipstick beforehand he'll make sure you are by the end of this.

Killer

N/N: Killer wears a mask so you can't make out :(

Jk, I wouldn't be that mean to the 8 killer fans out there! If he does ever remove his mask and share something so personal like his own face with you, the first thing he wants to do is finally kiss and pirates aren't known to be the most self-restrained ppl so ofc your sweet kisses would lead into a steamy make-out session with the blond. For some reason, I can imagine this happening on the floor as both of you awkwardly stumble around on your knees until you fall into his lap.

As he gains more confidence he would move his hand behind your head to press you closer to him. He spent so long watching your lips grace everyone else in the crew with smiles and kisses on the cheek he can't seem to stop himself from wanting to reap all the times he should've taken you in his arms and he didn't. In terms of taste, unfortunately, due to his diet full of pasta, he will be tasting entirely like spaghetti.

Trafalgar D. Law

Law has watched movies and read books where people make out but acting out the scene himself? Entirely different playing field. He would be sitting uncomfortably on the edge of his bed as you stare up at him curiously. You've given each other quick pecks before (all that have led to wonderful wank bank material) but now it was time to get serious and fulfill a long time dream of his.

"...Oh. Well, they're pretty." She studied it for a second, then smiled.

"What?" Nami asked.

Robin simply held it out, and Luffy took it.

His world became very, very quiet.

Sunlight spilled across a small island market, illuminating the woman standing in the center of the frame.

You looked older now, your hair a little longer. There were faint laugh lines around your eyes. You wore an apron dusted in flour, one hand wrapped around the shoulder of a young woman—clearly your daughter—both of you laughing at whoever had taken the picture.

Happy and comfortable. Luffy hadn't seen that smile in twenty-six years.

Nobody spoke as they watched a myriad of emotions cross over their captain's face.

Recognition came first, then relief so profound his shoulders seemed to loosen all at once. It was followed by something quieter, something none of them had excpected to see settle so naturally across Luffy's features.

Longing.

Not for the years he'd missed, Luffy has never been one to dwell on the past.

But rather for the life you'd lived without him. His thumb traced the corner of the photograph almost unconsciously.

"She's okay."

It wasn't a question, but rather pure, uncomplicated relief.

Nami quietly unfolded the invitation.

It would mean the world to me if you would attend my wedding. My mother always spoke fondly of the people she met while sailing, and I think she'd be happy to see old friends again. Please come if you're able.

Luffy read it once, then again, his small smile appearing on his face without his permission.

Not the bright grin his crew knew, but something softer, a smile that's rarer.

"Guess she's still making friends everywhere." He carefully folded the invitation, then tucked the photograph inside his hat.

Twenty-six years ago, he'd sailed away to continue chasing the dream he'd carried since he was a boy. He remembered glancing back only once, to see you standing at the end of the dock, smiling even as the tears streamed down your face, waving him onward.

"Go, become the Pirate King."

You never asked him to stay, and he had never asked you to come. At the time, it hadn't felt like goodbye. Just another farewell between two people who believed the sea would bring them back together.

Instead, life has quietly happened. You moved forward, building a home, a family, a life that was hopefully full of laughter that he'd never been there to witness.

For the first time in years, Luffy found himself wondering. Not with regret, because he'd never regret chasing his dream, but with quiet curiosity.

What if he'd asked? Would you have laughed and told him no? Would you have climbed aboard without a second thought?

Or would things have unfolded exactly as they were always meant to?

His thumb brushed over the photograph one last time before carefully tucking it beneath the band of his straw hat, treating it with the same care he reserved for his greatest treasures.

Maybe this invitation was nothing more than a chance to celebrate another happy day.

Or maybe fate had decided that twenty-six years was long enough.

"So."

Everyone looked at him; his familiar grin had returned, filled with boundless optimism that they'd always known. "When do we leave?"

Several hundred miles beneath the sea, the Polar Tang was unusually quiet. Bepo sorted mail while Penguin and Shachi argued over whose turn it was to cook.

"FINE! I'm better off doing it anyway since you don't season properly." Penguin says, throwing his arms up, turning to leave, while Shachi screeched and went to follow after him. It's Bepo's voice that stops them.

"Captain."

Law didn't look up from the medical journal spread across his desk, humming to let his crew know he heard them.

"You got an invitation."

"I'm not interested."

"It's for a wedding."

"No."

"Weddings typically come with free food."

"Let me see it."

Bepo beamed triumphantly before placing the envelope on the desk, making Law sigh while he grabbed the invitation. He had every intention of skimming it before adding it to the ever-growing pile of correspondence he had no interest in answering.

Until he noticed the handwriting, his fingers froze.

In all his life, he has only known one person who has ever mixed between lowercase and uppercase within the same word as if grammar itself were merely a suggestion.

Yours. Except…

No, not quite.

Law's eyes narrowed as he looked closer. Yes, it was the same uneven capital letters, the same exaggerated loops, and the same habit of letting the last word drift ever so slightly downward. But the penmanship itself was different, someone younger who has spent years unconsciously copying yours.

Which meant whoever had written this knew you. At least, well enough to inherit your handwriting.

Carefully—with the precision he normally reserves for surgery—he broke the seal.

A photograph slipped free, Law catching it before it touched the desk.

His breath hitched as he recognized the face in the photo, even after all these years.

It's you, standing beneath flowering vines outside a seaside inn.

Older, but no less beautiful, in the effortless way time granted only certain people.

Soft laugh lines framing the corners of your eyes. Flour dusted your face and apron, evidence of work interrupted, while a young woman stood tucked comfortably beneath your arm, both of you smiling toward whoever stood behind the camera.

Healthy, warm color in your face. No visible injuries or scars.

His mind cataloged each detail automatically before finally settling on the one thing that made his chest tighten.

The wooden sign hanging above the entrance, The Seabreeze Inn.

The paint was never as he'd imagined it would be, but he'd recognize that name anywhere.

"One day," you'd laughed beneath a sky full of stars aboard the Polar Tang, "I'm going to own a little inn by the ocean."

He remembered glancing up from the book he'd been reading.

"An inn?"

"Mhm."

"Why?"

You'd smiled at him then—that same smile frozen forever inside the photograph.

"Because everyone deserves somewhere warm to come home to."

He'd never forgotten.

And you'd built it, exactly as you'd dreamed.

His gaze drifted back to you, admiring how your face may have changed throughout the years, but your smile hadn't changed at all.

"Captain?"

Law hadn't realized he'd frozen, or stopped breathing.

His thumb brushes lightly across the edge of the photograph as his free hand reaches out to grab the invitation and unfold the letter. Now that he has confirmation that this does have something to do with you, he's quick to try and fix it.

His eyes lingered on a single line.

My mother would be happy to see old friends again.

Mother.

So the young woman beside you...

His gaze flickered back to the photograph.

The resemblance was subtle, but it was there. Within her smile, the shape of your eyes, the handwriting, the conclusion assembled itself almost effortlessly.

The invitation hadn't come from you, but rather someone you'd raised. Someone who had grown up watching your hand write shopping lists, letters, recipes, and birthday cards until she'd unknowingly mimicked every little habit.

Law's chest tightened.

Twenty-six years ago, he'd promised himself he'd come back. Once he'd finished what he needed to do, once he'd become strong enough, once the next battle was over.

There had always been another island, another patient, another mystery, another tomorrow.

Life had moved forward without asking whether he was ready, and you had built the very future you'd once described to him beneath the stars.

An inn, a daughter, a home. A life that had continued beautifully without him. Not because he'd chosen wrong, but because he'd spent too many years believing there would always be time to return.

"Surface."

The room fell silent. Penguin blinked. "The surface?"

"We're changing course to this island immediately."

Shachi frowned. "For a wedding? Who is she, Captain?"

Law carefully folded the invitation along its original crease before slipping it—and the photograph—into the inside pocket of his coat, treating both with the same care he reserved for irreplaceable things.

"No."

The single word was quiet, certain. He reached for Kikoku. "We're going for someone I should've gone back for."

Silence lingered for only a heartbeat, then Bepo's face lit up with the brightest smile anyone had seen all week.

"Right away, Captain!"

The Victoria Punk never had quiet mornings. Someone on the crew was always shouting, usually Kid. Today, his victim just happened to be Heat.

"I said tighter!"

"It's tied!"

"Yeah, well, it looks crooked!"

"Cause the mast is crooked!"

Killer walked past the argument without so much as a glance, sorting through the week's mail with practiced indifference.

"Invitation," he brings up casually.

Kid didn't even glance over, "Throw it out."

"You sure? It has your name."

"So?"

"And it came with a photograph."

That finally caught his attention. A photo? That's certainly a new one.

"What?"

Killer handed it over, as Kid opened it one-handed.

The photograph slid into his palm, allowing everything else to disappear. No shouting, insults, or sarcastic comments. Just silence.

You sat on the front porch of a sprawling seaside hotel, sunlight warming your face as you laughed at something just beyond the frame.

Older, a little softer around the eyes, but still beautiful. His gaze swept over every inch of the photograph with surprising care.

Flour dusted your cheek, flower boxes overflower beneath every window. There was a young woman leaning comfortably against your side, smiling just as brightly as you were, both clearly happy.

Kid's jaw tightened as he got lost in days long since past.

"Damn."

Killer watched quietly, knowing better than to interrupt. Kid's eyes continued wandering over the photograph, before stopping on a small detail.

There, hanging from the porch roof, swaying gently in the sea breeze, was an old iron wind chime. Crude, a little uneven, and completely underwhelming for most people.

But Kid recognized every dent, every weld, and piece of crooked metal. He'd made it twenty-six years ago.

You'd complained one evening that you missed falling asleep to the sound of church bells whenever the wind picked up. And so he'd spent half the night cobbling together something he considered 'better'.

The morning had you laughing so hard you nearly cried, before you kissed him anyway.

"So you'd kept it." The words escaped him before he realized he'd spoken them. His chest felt strangely tight.

He'd thought you'd kept sailing, thought you'd found another adventure, another impossible dream.

Instead, you'd built one.

One with flower boxes, baking, and an inn overlooking the sea. A daughter, a home.

A quiet laugh escaped him in disbelief; his eyes finally found the invitation.

"A wedding, huh?"

Heat looked between them, confused but ready for whatever was coming next. "So... are we going?"

Kid folded the photograph with surprising care, slipping it back inside the envelope before tucking it safely into his coat.

"We're absolutely going." He turned toward the helm. "Set course."

Heat blinked, "For a wedding?"

Kid looked out across the sea, the grin spreading across his face, hopeful. The kind of hope he'd convinced himself he'd outgrown years ago.

"Nah." His fingers brushed the envelope tucked safely against his chest. "I'm going to see the woman I always meant to come back for."

Far away, on a quiet island tucked safely beyond the attention of emperors and marines alike, you stood on a ladder outside your little hotel, hanging strings of white flowers across the front veranda.

The wedding was only four days away, and there was still so much to do.

Rooms to prepare, food to cook. Guests are arriving from neighboring islands, friends you've made in the time since you've settled down here.

You smiled to yourself, taking a break to enjoy the sunset. If only you knew that, at that very moment, three ships from your past had all changed course, sailing straight toward the place you had come to call home.

And maybe a place for them to call home.