#tais work!

summary: “I think your wife should have a second husband.”

includes: anger and jealousy! has been proofread, mistakes may be present! mentions of blood, dead bodies. f!reader. doflamingo, shanks, shamrock, zoro, ace.

DOFLAMINGO.

You were used to the sight of your husband coming home with blood stained hands, but this took the cake. It wasn’t just his hands: it was his coat, his chest, his face - and the look he was currently giving you was enough to make you shudder.

“Really?” You were not amused in the slightest. “You do realise that I’m the one who has to clean you up?”

He did not chuckle.

“Hello?”

He took one step forward. Then another, and when his palms cup your cheek and Doflamingo pulls you in, you let him, and when he pulls away, he didn’t make the usual annoying comment or tease you, he walked off.

“Going somewhere?”

He sounded tense.

You were dressed to the nines.

“I always dress like this.”

He hummed once. He knew that. Still, he had to ask to quiet the thoughts spiralling in his mind.

You grab the bowl filled with water and a towel. Diamanté had it prepared for you.

When he sits on the couch, you remove the blood from his body.

“Explain yourself.”

“Watch how you talk to me.”

“Keep up with that attitude, I’ll have someone else clean you up.”

When you remove his glasses, the look in his eyes surprised you.

“What happened, Doflamingo?”

He was furious.

“Details aren’t necessary.”

“You wish to avoid the topic. I won’t let you.”

“Drop it.”

“No.”

He dragged out a sigh. “You’re a pain.”

“Congratulations on figuring that one out.”

He rolled his neck to remove the tension that was weighing him down.

“An unnecessary comment about our marriage was made, and I dealt with it accordingly.”

“Oh?” You squeeze out the excess blood from the towel, and wipe your hands with the spare one. “What was the comment?”

“I think your wife should have a second husband.”

You let the comment settle. Then, to his annoyance, you let out a laugh.

“Well isn’t that the truth.”

“Woman.” Doflamingo hissed. You laugh harder. He leans forward.

You push him back.

“You’re such an idiot. A comment like that affected you? Why?”

“Our marriage wasn’t a love marriage.”

“I learned to love you.”

“Tsk. That’s the problem. You should’ve loved me at the start.”

“You’re wrong. If I loved you at the start, it would’ve been forced, and we both would’ve been unhappy. Learning how to love you made me fall for you harder. You’re not exactly easy now are you? Plus I have my hands full with you, why would I need another?”

“You agreed.”

“As a joke. Now stop pouting!”

Another tsk escaped him. He put his glasses on. When you place your hands to his chest, and leaned in, he let you. You press your forehead to his and run your fingers through his blonde hair.

“I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

He was still angry.

“You only need me.”

“I know.”

SHANKS.

After the words were uttered, there was no going back for the drunken idiot at the tavern.

“Excuse me?” Shanks said, caught off guard, and was no longer smiling.

You side eye him. Try to reach for his hand. He did not accept it.

“I said, your wife should have a second husband.” He slurred, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he slumped over the table. “Should be me, I’d love to kiss her like that. Besides, you don’t look like you’re doing enough for her with that one arm—”

Shanks didn’t need to lift a finger for the order to be given, and when the shot rang out, no one in the tavern screamed. It was quiet. Then, “DRINKS ON US!” And the place erupted into cheers.

You watch the smoke from Beckman’s barrel, then the dead body on the table, and then look at your husband.

“He’s right.” You say, taking a sip of your drink, and when Shanks sharply turned in his seat, you don’t meet his gaze.

“Is he now?”

“If I had a second husband, he wouldn’t reject my hand.”

Shanks softened immediately. “It won’t happen again.”

And he took his hand in yours. You lean into his side.

“Never thought a comment like that would affect you.” You giggle into his neck, and Shanks hummed.

He was still tense.

“First time for everything.” He downed his drink in one go. “You don’t need a second husband.”

“Of course I don’t.”

He relaxed.

“The first one is too much to handle.”

Shanks laughed and the sound warmed your heart.

“First and final.”

You kiss his missing limb. Then his good hand.

“Yes.” You caress his scar. “First and final.”

SHAMROCK.

You’d think that Shamrock would be invincible to unnecessary comments given his status, but that image of him unravelled when a lady you were talking to made a comment about your marriage.

“Pardon?” You ask, still keeping the smile on your face, well aware of the dangers that would come if her words were repeated.

“You should have a second husband.” She sips her tea. “Surely there’s no enjoyment in it for you, being married to a man like him.”

You open your mouth to speak, but her head was cut off in front of you.

You don’t scream, you don’t shout. You look up in time to see Shamrock sheath Cerberus, and rest his hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Was that necessary?”

His eyes were hooded. His jaw ticked.

“Let’s go.”

You stand up and dust your dress. Soon, screams of horror filled the air, and when the husband arrived, he saw who killed his wife, and had no choice but to accept it.

You loop your arm through Shamrock’s, and avoid the curious eyes.

“I should tease you and say her words hold some truth. But I won’t.”

If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under.

You were smug.

“What? You don’t pay much attention to me these days, I’m sure someone would appreciate me.”

He stared at you for a long while. Then, he turned, and you thought that would be the end of it.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Hmm?”

“Appreciating you.”

If that came from someone else, you’d be offended, but hearing those words come from Shamrock was his version of I do appreciate you.

“Very well,” You lean your head on his shoulder. “Better be quick about it, I have my second husband in mind.”

“Who?”

He held back his control when saying the word. He hated every second of this conversation.

You happily grin.

“You’re teasing me.” Shamrock narrowed his eyes at you. “Stop it.”

“Say please.”

“Do I need to remind you of your place?”

You huff. Look away. He thought that was the end of it.

Until…

“My second husband wouldn’t talk to me like that.”

Shamrock bit back a sigh.

Of course.

ZORO.

Zoro knew that Sanji was saying it to rile him up, but Zoro did not think twice about drawing his sword and taking aim at the curly brow’s stomach to stab him, until you stepped in and got him to back off. You didn’t understand why he would take things that far, even Sanji was surprised.

“You don’t mention my wife.” Zoro spat. “Understood?”

Sanji blinked. “I was joking.”

“I don’t care.” The sword was back in its sheath. “Come at me for something else, not her.”

Then, he stormed off, and you follow after him after apologising to Sanji on his behalf.

“Oi, stinky!”

His tone softened at your voice. “What?”

Still, he was furious.

“What happened?” You wrap your arms around his waist and he sighed.

“That idiot. Talking about you needing a second husband and all.”

You chuckle. “That got you riled up?”

His cheeks tint red.

“Shut up!”

“You know I love you.”

“I know that.”

“I don’t need a second husband.”

“I know that.”

“Then don’t be so offended, my love.” You pull him down to your height and he rests his chin on your chest, and takes you down to the floor.

Zoro wrapped his arms under your thighs, holding you in place.

You brush his hair with your fingers.

Then, to tease him, you smirk.

“But if I did have to choose a second hus—”

He shut you up with a kiss. Gentle but firm.

“Shut up,” Zoro says against your mouth. His hands freely explore your body. “I won’t take it as a joke either. No one takes what’s mine.”

When you say his name, he grins against your mouth.

“Relax.” Zoro kissed you between your eyes, down to your cheek, then to your neck. “Let your first and only husband take care of you.”

ACE.

You were sleeping in Ace’s lap as Yamato and Ace speak about God knows what, until the conversation shifted to a topic that Ace did not appreciate.

“She’s fine.” Ace says, voice tense, when Yamato made a joke about being your second husband.

“You sure?” Yamato teased, wiggling his eyebrows. When he leaned towards Ace, and placed his hand to your forehead, Ace lightly smacked it away. “I can handle her the same way that you can.”

“No. And that’s final.”

Yamato burst into laughter. That woke you up. You bury your face against Ace’s stomach.

“What is it?” You grumble, annoyed at being woken up.

“Name, would you like a second husband?”

Oh how I love teasing him! Yamato thought to himself, and grinned harder at the look on Ace’s face.

“No.” You sleepily whisper. “I only need my Ace.”

Yamato forced back an aww. “What if it was me?”

Sleepily, you mumble. “In another life.”

Ace didn’t like that.

“Fuck another life.” He spat. “You’re mine in every lifetime.”

You sleepily smile and lean into him for his warmth. Ace’s eyes soften.

Yamato laughed. “So, I get her in one lifetime.”

When Ace glared at him, Yamato put his hands up in mock defence, and when Ace’s glare softened, his anger melting away, Ace laughed with him.

“She’s all yours.” Yamato grinned.

summary: you’re jealous of zoro and hiyori so to prove his loyalty, zoro gets law to cut open his chest to show you his heart.

contains: f!reader, down bad zoro, jealousy. uh, do not cut open your chest to prove your love in real life pls and thank you.

It was one thing to see her on his arm, it was another to see her sleeping on top of him. Your rightful place. The child did not bother you, every child deserves a place of warmth and comfort, and if your husband could provide that, then you welcomed it, but another woman?

No matter what he said, or when he tried to catch you alone, his words were to no avail. All you could do was focus on the battle, and cry when it was over. And when you cried, Zoro watched you from afar, and his fists balled at his sides.

Zoro hates seeing you cry.

But fuck did you look pretty sitting by the river, with the moon as your witness to your tears, and he hated himself for being the reason for it.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to stop.” Zoro says to Hiyori, beyond angry, after finding out from Nami that she tried to clean him as he rested. “I have a wife, I love my wife, I’m loyal to my wife - why would I ditch what I have with her for you? I will live for her, I will die for her, and I will breathe only for her. She can slit my throat right now and I’d thank her as I bleed out.”

Hiyori was taken aback.

“I didn’t think it was serious.”

“Not serious?” Zoro hissed. “Are you—?”

Zoro brought his fist to his mouth to quieten his rage. He didn’t want to say something he’d later regret.

“I don’t half-ass things, and that includes my marriage. If you do something like that again, I’ll have Nami deal with you.”

Zoro took one step forward. Then another. And every step towards you, his heart beat a little faster, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were visible. It hurt to walk, it hurt to breathe, but he had to reach you.

Then, he dropped to his knees, and when you yell, he grins. At the sight of his heart, you cover your mouth with your hands.

“Zoro!”

He brought his hand up to your face, looking like a helpless man in love.

“You want me to do what? Are you hearing yourself, Roronoa-ya?”

“I’m not going to beg you. I’ll do it on my own if I have to. But I didn’t want to put this on Chopper, so I came to you.”

Law looked at him like he was stupid. But then again, he did sail with the crew for a while - he bore witness to the affection Zoro had for you.

Eating together, polishing his swords as you read your book with your head in your Zoro’s lap, talking together, drinking your favourite drink as he drank his sake, sleeping together, training together - Law will never forget the look on Zoro’s face when you screamed out of fear, or how he ran to the scene, or how Zoro reacted to an injury you sustained in battle.

It was like you had died.

So this offer should not have surprised him.

“Get on the ground, Roronoa-ya. It’s going to be painful.”

“Zoro!” You gasp, placing your hand to his chest but he caught your wrist.

“Hey beautiful,” Zoro grinned, his eyes sleepy, but he didn’t care. “You’ve been crying because of me?”

His heart was racing. You thought it was a heart attack and panic all over again.

“Hey, listen to me - I asked Law to do this. I’m fine.”

“Wha—” You choke on your sobs. “Zoro?”

“I love you.” Zoro whispered. “So much. I don’t like her. I don’t care about her. I never have, I never will, you’re the one for me. If I have to show you my heart to prove it, I will show you my heart to prove it. My heart isn’t even mine, it’s yours. See how it beats for you?”

Zoro kissed your hands, and when his hand felt cold in yours, you place your hand to his chest.

“Why would you do this?” You whisper. You couldn’t be angry anymore. “I would’ve gotten over it with a conversation.”

“What Hiyori did was out of line, and I didn’t want you to doubt our marriage. The last thing I want is you overthinking about us. I need you to see for yourself—”

His breathing was ragged.

“I’ll talk to you once I know you’re safe.” You say, and call out for Law, who was nearby and heard your call.

He rushed over, didn’t say anything, but the look on his face told you he found this stupid.

Feeling as though he was intruding on something intimate, Law was quick to patch him up, check his breathing, and when everything was back to normal, and Zoro’s injuries didn’t affect him, he left.

Zoro pulled your face to his and kissed you under the moon, wiped away your tears, and whispered constant praises of love for you.

Your doubts went away, and the truth of his love solidified.

“You’re so stupid.” You hug him tightly. “Oh my Zoro. I can’t even be mad at you properly!”

Zoro laughed, and rests his head in the crook of your neck. “I’d do anything for you.”

“I know.” You whisper. Tears well in your eyes. “I know, I know, I know. But seeing her on top of you… that’s my spot. Not hers.”

“I know,” Zoro kissed your cheek, and when your hands brush his chest, he sucked in his breath. You pull him into your body, and lay down. Zoro protectively held you. “I know pretty, it will never happen again.”

You tremble in his arms. He let you cry. You kiss his chest where you once saw his heart, and how fast it beat for you, and your fingers tremble as you cling to him.

“I love you.” Zoro whispered. “So much.”

You press your forehead to his chest in response.

He brushed your hair.

Then, as quiet as a mouse, he heard it, and all his anxieties melted away.

“I love you too.”

BONUS SCENE.

The sun was up, and Sanji watched as you and Zoro spent your hours together. He noticed Hiyori watching from afar.

No malice, only a twinge of sadness.

Feeling eyes on her, Hiyori looked up, and when Sanji caught her, she looked away.

“He’s one crazy bastard,” Law walks up to Sanji. “Got me to cut his chest open.”

“For what?” Sanji frowned.

Law shook his head. His lip quirked. “To show his heart to her.”

Just then, Zoro’s chuckles filled the air, as he smirked at an insult you threw his way.

“I should be surprised but Marimo has always been that way.” Sanji lights up a cigarette. “I feel sorry for Hiyori-chan.”

“I don’t. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”

Sanji agreed. Heard Usopp call out to him. So, he walks off. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Law nods. Looks ahead. Shook his head and grumbled.

summary: f!reader finds aizawa sleeping in an uncomfortable position and puts aside their petty rivalry to help him.

“Again?”

You had a cup of your favourite drink in one hand, and in your other hand you had your keys, mobile device, your choice of breakfast - all while staring into the classroom of 1A where Aizawa, in his yellow sleeping bag, was slumped against the wall, looking uncomfortable but oddly serene.

“Even in your sleep you’re a mess.” You grumble, about to move forward, but your eyes linger on him a second too long and that familiar tug at your heartstrings moved you towards him.

You set down your belongings on his desk, kneel before him, and gather his face in your hands. His beard tickled your palm and you will yourself not to let out a laugh, and bring his forehead to your chest, loop your arms under his thighs, and lay him on the ground.

Your hand travels down to his neck, and when his pulse jumps under your thumb, your lip quirked.

“You’re awake?”

“You’re the one that woke me up.”

Your expression softens. Still, he did not see it, he chose not to open his eyes.

Instead of leaving, you lean your back to his desk, bury your chin into your knees, and wrap your arms around your thighs.

“For a man who loves sleeping, you sure don’t look well rested, Aizawa.”

He didn’t respond.

So, thinking he was still asleep, you move to leave, but his voice stopped you.

“Stay.”

You were surprised.

“Really?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You chuckle, grab your breakfast, and get comfy.

“I still think I’m better than you.” You remind him. “And don’t you forget it.”

“So why’s your class falling behind mine?”

Your eye twitched. “You shit.”

He smirked. You laugh.

“Go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

summary: an enemy devil fruit user switches zoro’s swordsmanship for law’s devil fruit for forty eight hours, and zoro uses that power to look at your organs.

contains: f!reader version of this post, zoro’s a blood and organ freak, do not do this pls you are not mr failed gps! should I do a law version next?

Never in a million years would you have thought to consent to your husband cutting you open, but here you were, on your back, with your front open and surprisingly enough, it didn’t hurt.

You didn’t know what possessed him to do this, or why he looked so drunk on seeing your organs, but it made your body tremble. It snapped him out of whatever daze he was in, and his bloodied fingers - your blood, caressed your face, and he panicked.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No,” You whisper.

Your heartbeat picked up at his voice. He noticed.

“You’re ridiculous.”

His lip quirked.

Zoro spent his time naming each and every organ, pressing gentle kisses to your tender flesh, and inspecting his favourite: your heart. It wasn’t like before where he had Law cut him open to prove his loyalty. He was more careful, gentle - if he knew how to do it safely, he just had to take a peek, right?

“Fuck your organs are so pretty.” Zoro says as he used Law’s devil fruit to close you back up.

Your cheeks flush.

To make matters worse for your red face, Zoro licked the blood off your hands, and leans towards your chest and licked off your remaining blood.

You smack your hands over your face.

“Don’t do that,” Zoro pressed a kiss to your now concealed heart, and pried your hands from your face. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”

“You’re too much!” You say with a grin.

Zoro grinned too. “You love me.”

“Yes,” You lean forward for a kiss. He happily complied. “I do.”

Zoro pressed his face to your neck and inhaled your scent. You let out a quiet laugh when his earrings tickle you.

“Sleepy?”

“Yeah.” You yawn. “I feel fine but I should have Law or Chopper check up on me, right?”

“You’re right.” Zoro kissed you again. “You can watch me train after.”

“I like your thinking.”

When Zoro called Law over, he was exasperated, and couldn’t believe his devil fruit was being used for whatever level of freak Zoro was on.

“You’re insane!” Law snapped.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t do the exact same thing if you had a wife?”

That shut him up instantly.

Zoro then grinned, and when Law saw the blood on his teeth, he sighed.

summary: reader sings a romantic duet with another man.

contains: f!reader, jealous op men, shanks, zoro. @mochiclouds has been proofread, mistakes may be present!

SHANKS.

After a threat was made to your life, your husband asked you to stay behind on the ship, but you had enough of staying locked indoors and away from the fun. So, you sneak out, and rest nearby the tavern when a man approached you, commended your beauty, and took it upon himself to introduce you to his passions and his dreams. His dreamy talk with his soft eyes as he spoke about his love warmed your heart, which is why you made the offer before thinking twice about it.

“I can sing with you if you’d like?”

It was to his surprise that you offered, and to his second surprise that you knew the language. You both practice, and he asked if you were willing to change into your best dress, and you agreed.

You straighten the creases in your dress and observed yourself in the mirror, and smile at your appearance, before making your way back to him. He had no flirtatious intent when he took your hand and kissed the back of it and thanked you for your help, and once again, he commended your beauty.

After practicing for what felt like hours, you were both back stage, and when the bartender introduced him, the man made his way towards the stage first.

Everyone clapped and cheered, he gave a few words, and then he introduced you, and when you approach him with a smile, kiss both sides of the air, and embrace, did the crowd erupt into another round of cheers.

Then, he sang first, and his voice was beautiful. Then, you sang after him, and the bar fell into an appreciative silence, honoured that a woman who wasn’t known to the town knew their language. It was a song about love, about meeting under the moon, and your love spreading across the nights.

And when your eyes dart across the crowd, they land on a very familiar man and for a second, you had forgotten how to breathe, then regained your composure with a smug smile.

Shanks’ eyes were hooded as he watched you sing with grace. He hated how you and the man would lock eyes, but he knew that the gaze meant nothing.

“Stunning and she can sing? She’s beautiful.” Lucky Roux leaned in, and Shanks silently agreed.

He brings the glass to his mouth. Still, he was unhappy.

“I told her to stay behind.”

“That’s on you, Shanks. You know what she’s like.” Beckman says. “Ever the free bird.”

You were no longer singing as a favour for the man, you were singing for Shanks.

He was pleased.

Still, he wasn’t letting you off lightly.

When the song was over, you embrace the man again, exchange a few words, then part ways. You could’ve walked towards Shanks, but you were still upset with him for forcing you to stay behind. So, after talking to a few townspeople, you leave the tavern and breathe in the fresh air.

But of course, Shanks had other plans. The doors open, close, and when his good hand finds your wrist, tugs you into his chest, and he kissed you, you accept his kiss.

“You never listen to me.” He says against your mouth. “Singing with him like that. Where’d you find him?”

He gave you no room to breathe, and only pulled back to get a good look at you.

“He found me.”

“That’s even worse.”

“Well, I’m glad I made his night. He looked like he needed it.”

“And me?” Shanks leaned forward. “What do you think I need?”

“A good drink?”

“No,” Shanks wrapped his arm around your shoulder and began walking with you back to the ship. “Some time with my wife. I demand a private show.”

You couldn’t fight back your smile.

“Sorry, I’m expensive.”

Shanks barked out a laugh, but a hint of jealousy was prevalent in his face.

“I can afford you. Same way that I can handle you. Be prepared, sweetheart.”

ZORO.

The tavern had over a dozen people, not too packed, but enough to make Zoro keep you extra close, despite a rift between the two of you. No matter how angry he made you, or no matter how angry you made him, you could not part from his side. It was like a magnet was forcing you two together.

“Need another?” He asked, grip tight around your waist, and when you shrug, he sighs. “Words, love.”

“No.”

You lean into his side, still angry, but when he kissed your forehead, you relax.

His lips ghost your hairline, his good eye on you, and when the lead singer began to sing, he watched you staring at him. When your eyes close, and your head moves to the music, and you mouth the words, Zoro caressed the tender flesh of your stomach.

Then, he drank his sake, and noticed something he didn’t like. As you sang, and your voice grew louder, the lead singer somehow noticed and his eyes land on you, and for the lead singer, all he could focus on was you.

Then, when he saw the hand of Zoro caressing your hair, he was snapped out of his daze.

“Problem?” You ask Zoro, unaware of what was happening, and when his jaw set in place, you look at the lead singer.

His face brightened when your eyes met, and when he points at you as he sings the words of love, praise, and meeting under the moon, you smile, clap, and sing along. The eye contact was not intense for you, but for Zoro, it was like it was the end of the world.

Zoro was stiff as ever as he drank his sake. But then you turn to face him, and there was no trace of his jealousy.

You were still frustrated, he could hear it in your voice, but he accepted the challenge. He maintained eye contact with you, leaned back, enjoyed the show, then smirked when he saw your cheeks flush.

Of course he won.

The lead singer knew that there was no way he could woo you, so he turned his gaze to another, and sang his heart out.

You take a sip to soothe your throat. “I need some air.”

“Wait a sec,” Zoro pulled you in to him, then kissed you, and was satisfied when he saw the disappointed look on the lead singer’s face. “You sing to me. Got that?”

“I did sing to you.”

“No, you sang to him first.”

Zoro pulled away. Now you were the smug one.

“Jealous, my Roronoa?”

My Roronoa.

He grinned in delight.

“Come on,” He stands. “Let me show you how jealous I really am.”

When he held out his hand, you accept it, and when he kissed the back of it, you soften.

“I’ll also show you how sorry I am for upsetting you.”

“Humph. Whatever.” You say stubbornly, and walk out of the tavern with him on his arm.

summary: f!reader leaves the straw hat crew to form her own crew, only for luffy to come in and destroy her efforts.

contains: this request, yandere luffy, proofread (but mistakes may be present).

Zoro harboured no open concern for the crew and left that to Nami and Usopp, who held each other, crying and screaming - their tears spoke not just for themselves, but for the entire crew when something didn’t go as planned. Their openness to their emotions welcomed in Chopper, who screamed and cried with them.

Sanji would watch from afar, Robin would lean against Franky with a book in hand, Brook would sing a song, and Zoro would stand guard; he’d feel at ease to hear the voice and laughter of his Captain, who’d fail at comforting them - he was the source for their anxieties, after all.

However, it was different today.

Sanji was still watching, Robin was still reading, Franky was still a human couch to be leaned on, Brook was still singing and Zoro was still standing guard.

His Captain was not speaking; his Captain was not laughing.

Luffy was sat at the table, a bunch of cards placed in front of him, his hands clasped together, as he focused intently on the mess before him. His stomach rumbled, his cup of sake was full, and his clothes were scruffy.

“Curlybrow, stand guard.”

Zoro said it as he walked past and Sanji opened his mouth to complain, until he saw where Zoro was headed.

“Luffy,” Zoro said his name as he took the empty spot beside him. “The cards aren’t going to play for themselves.”

Silence filled the air.

The crying stopped, so did the screams, and all eyes were on Luffy and Zoro.

Luffy did not say anything. He did not want to.

But when Zoro reached out for the cards, his hand went to Zoro’s wrist.

“I’m planning.” Luffy says. “This is helping.”

“Planning what?”

“On bringing her back.”

Silence.

Nami and Usopp shared a concerned glance whilst Sanji smoked his cigarette.

Everyone was listening.

“How?”

“If not with words then by force,” Luffy stood up. “It’s my fault she was captured by the marines, it’s my duty as Captain to bring her back. She’s my priofirty.”

“Priofirty?” Zoro blinked. Let out a tsk. “You mean priority idiot.”

Luffy waved him off.

“Same thing.”

“It really isn’t.” Usopp mumbled.

“She made her decision. We have to accept it.”

“I won’t accept it.”

“Luffy,” Sanji called out. “A question for you.”

“What is it, Sanji?”

“Every person that Name has gathered for her crew was either bruised or missing. Was that your doing?”

In response, Luffy grinned, and everyone groaned.

“How?” Chopper blinked.

“Roosterhead.”

“Bartolomeo?” Nami blinked. “Seriously?"

“He said he couldn’t find her.” Luffy explained. “So I got angry.”

“Has he found her now?” Zoro asked.

Luffy nods.

Then, Zoro stands.

Luffy frowned.

“If your orders are to retrieve her, I will retrieve her.”

“Zoro—” Nami starts.

“Nami,” Robin cuts in. “I’m in agreement with Zoro.”

“Seriously?” Nami grumbled. “Name made her choice, we have to respect it!”

“It was a pretty dumb choice, Nami-san.” Sanji says, looking at Luffy. “I’m in agreement too. Just this once.”

“Me too!”

“Me three!” Chopper and Franky say at the same time, as Brook laughs and agrees too.

Nami had no choice and reluctantly she nods with a bunch of grumbles.

“What if she doesn’t agree?”

“I won’t take no for an answer.”

Nami sighed.

Idiots.

—

You knew you made a mistake leaving the Straw Hats when Bartolomeo kidnapped your second in command. It was late at night, the moon was not visible, with all hands on deck. You stood tall in your billowing cape, the very same cape that Luffy had gifted you after rescuing you from the marines, only for you to leave without him.

It was terrifying being captured, and you left out of fear - he promised to protect you and he failed.

You gave out orders, spent weeks in the navigation room trying to find them but your efforts were for naught. Then, it was the medic, and then it was your navigator.

Your crew questioned the future of your pirating and the power of the infamous Mugiwara no Luffy and one by one, they turned up battered and bruised with a “I quit” on their lips, or they never turned up at all!

“I had to do it Name-senpai,” Bartolomeo said as he put up his barrier to protect himself from your attacks. “Luffy-senpai gave me no choice, he was not happy!”

Now you were at a tavern, drinking your problems away and deciding your next move.

“What do you want, Roronoa?”

You knew it was him by his scent.

You were too tired to care anymore.

“For you to come back.” Zoro leans against the bar, drinking his sake.

“I don’t want to.”

“Understandable. But not for Luffy.”

Luffy.

Your tongue hits the roof of your mouth, a bitter feeling settles inside of you, and you rise to leave.

Sanji was in the back with Nami and Chopper; Brook and Robin and Franky were in a corner. Usopp was busy playing a game of cards to earn Nami some money, but his eyes would land on you from time to time.

You don’t ask the question that was on the tip of your tongue. You knew you weren't going to like the answer.

You leave, and they let you, but something was very wrong. You go to the beach where your ship was docked - it was nowhere to be found.

All that was left was your things, and Luffy who sat by the fire, an unpleasant look on his face.

“We’re leaving.”

“You’re leaving.”

“Sit down, Name.”

“No.” You snap.

He extended his arms and pulled you closer. You were forced to sit beside him. He did not let go.

“I don’t like doing things like this but if I have to do this to get you to stay, I will do this to get you to stay. I don’t like it when things that belong to me go missing.”

“I’m not a thing.”

“You’re right. Sorry. A person.”

“That’s even worse.” You grumble. “Now let me go.”

“I did once. Didn’t like it.” He takes off his Straw Hat and placed it on your head. “Are we going to do this the nice way or are we going to do this the bad way?”

You struggle in his arms. He grins.

Tears form in your eyes.

“I hate you!” You scream.

“Good,” Luffy purrs into your ear, and rubs his cheek to your neck. “At least you feel something for me.”

“You let them take me!”

“I know. It won’t happen again. It’s my fault.” Luffy kissed your pulse. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“We can work on that.” He pulls you onto his lap, still grinning, as he pats your head. “There there.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Thank you,” Luffy gets up with you in his arms. “You don’t need your room anymore, you’ll be sharing with me! You can have your room as a spare room for your reading and stuff and we can eat meat together there.”

He takes you to the Sunny and puts your things onto the deck, and guides you towards his bedroom.

“Zoro and the others are gathering supplies.”

He sets you down on his bed.

He was pleased when you cling onto his shirt.

He couldn’t stop grinning.

“There there.” Luffy pats your head. “There there. You’ll never leave me again will you?”

You couldn’t stop your head from shaking.

“Good,” Luffy pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I want to go home.”

“You are home.” Luffy pressed another kiss to your forehead.

It did feel like home, but you couldn’t trust him anymore. Finally you look at him. You blink and the last of your tears fall.

His grin softened to a gentle smile, and he almost looked like your happy, jolly Luffy, until you noticed the glint in his eyes.

He still wasn’t happy.

“If you leave again, more people will suffer.”

He was telling the truth.

You look at the scar on his chest. He brings your hands to his face and kisses your palm.

Then, he takes his Straw Hat from your head and puts it on his head.

“They hurt me.” You whisper.

“And I made them suffer because of it. That doesn’t mean you leave me behind.”

Luffy gets on top of you.

“I need to hear you say it. Say you won’t leave me.”

“I won’t leave you.”

He scanned your face, saw what he wanted, then the glint was gone.

“Good!” Luffy laughed. “I’ll tell Usopp to throw a party! Let’s have fun together!”

He walked out of the door, still laughing, and your eyes find his hand.

He was holding a key.

“Luffy,” Nami says, hands to her hips. “Is that really necessary?”

They were back with the supplies.

“Of course,” Luffy locked the door, and turned to face her. “It’s only until she feels safe again.”

“Wouldn’t that make her feel unsafe?” Chopper asked, curious.

“No,” Luffy tucked the key into his trousers. “We’re all going to be here for her. Right, Zoro?”

“Right.”

summary: law finds your soulmate drawings.

warnings: f!reader, destructive reader, mentions of blood and arm injury (not self inflicted, from an enemy attack), hint at parental loss (suicide - mother).

When Law entered your room, it was with the intention of forcing you to let him check out your injuries but before he entered, he braced himself for the sight of tossed lingerie and stacks of books but when he entered, all he saw was scattered bits of paper, canvases, pens, paint and ink, all relating to him. Things he never spoke to you about was on the pristine canvas, smeared with his pain and trauma, and in those drawings, faced a life he wished he could return to.

Law, with his mother and father, Law with Rosinante, Law as a Captain, Law before he was a Captain, Law with Bepo, Penguin and Shachi, Law with Ikkaku, Law with you and with other crew members - everything relating to his life, you had drawn it out, and in the middle of it all was you, surrounded by this pain, with your wrists bleeding, and your tears overflowing.

Law was apart of your soul whether you liked it or not. His life was in the palm of your hands, and to remind yourself of this, you’d kiss the inside of them, and rest your hand over your heart, just to feel a flicker of him, or the thread that bound you to him, and you’d cry enough to fill the Nile, and draw again, to simply relieve yourself from the pain of loving him.

They’re all about me.

Law took a step towards you, kneels before you, and gathers your face in his hands. He didn’t understand any of this. He couldn’t understand you. However, his primary focus was your injuries. The damage you sustained from the enemy attack was still prominent - you forcibly removed the bandages he applied to mimic the sight of bleeding out, and Law’s jaw ticked.

“What’s all this?”

You couldn’t answer him. You were ashamed.

Law looked at the drawing of a younger version of him, and then at the mirror leaned against the wall. The white patches of his disease was no longer there and the pain of his suffering was a dull ache. He gathered you in his arms and took you out of your room, into the surgery room, and laid you on the bed.

Then, he got to work, and you were bandaged again.

You didn’t want to burden him with this veracity, and with your prolonged silence, Law was becoming agitated.

He said your name once. Twice. You could no longer bear to hear the way he said your name and finally, you told him the truth.

“You’re my soulmate.”

The words linger in the air and without shame.

“I’d have dreams about you but it was foggy. It would become clear when I’d draw you. I carried your life in my heart when I didn’t know you!”

Law towered over you as you sat, fiddling with your fingers, as you spoke about the past you experienced.

Soulmates huh?

Law busied his hands with the surgical instruments, put them back in their respectful places after cleaning them, and cleaned the surface.

“How come I don’t feel anything?”

“It’s one-sided.” You whisper. “A curse.”

Law stilled.

“Is that why your mother…?”

Your mother suffered the same fate, loved your father but your father didn’t love her back. The pain was too much to handle, and now she was one with the soil.

Your silence spoke volumes.

“Don’t worry Law, I won’t kill myself. I have too much to live for.” You say, sitting up.

His jaw ticked. “I never said you would.”

“I could see the fear in your eyes.”

His brows furrow as he intently stared at the metal cabinet.

“I won’t share the details of your past, and I won’t share my drawings with anyone. They’re my only relief from this. But, if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll—”

“No.”

His voice was sharp.

“If drawings helps, draw away, but if it gets too much you talk to me. You don’t reopen your wounds and try to bleed out like this is a theatre. We’re pirates. I need my crew intact, and I need my crew sane.”

Your eyes soften.

“Okay.”

“Good.”

You linger a second too long, then walk towards the door.

Law says your name. You tilt your head to look at him as the door slides open.

“It’s not one-sided.”

Your shocked eyes meet his sharp ones and when your eyes well with tears, did you look away, and with a quirk to your lip, you say his name so softly, he almost misheard, until you spoke again, and warmed his heart.

“Law,” You whisper. “I’m glad.”

contains: f!reader, angst w no comfort, situationship, implied sex, heartbroken reader, ace survives marineford and is traumatised, proofread but mistakes may be present!

authors note: hihi, thanks for the request, I had some free time today which is why this came to you early! I’m pleased you enjoy my fics! I hope you enjoy this one too! have an awesome day <3 💛

You’ve had enough.

It was one thing to love him, it was another to have him at arms length, wondering whether or not he was going to be with you tonight, or be with someone else tomorrow. You’re the one for him, he’d say late at night with you in his arms, the only one, and by the next morning, he flirts with another women at the docks, or is with another women at a nearby tavern by the evening.

No matter how much your soul sang at his half-assed love or your heart cried when he left, you knew that the second it got harder to breathe, you had to leave. Ace was all you could think about, and it was time to close that chapter of your life.

To your annoyance, Ace made it unbelievably difficult for you to leave. He thought you were joking at first and tried to coax you back into bed, but when you left, and the noise of the slamming doors rang in his ears and settled within him, he thought you’d be back by the evening.

No.

Instead, you left him for good and for a month he did his best to find you, but you left no trace of your being here with him. Ace would’ve gone insane if it wasn’t for Marco.

“She’s in Elbaph. Do what you want with that information.”

Ace didn’t ask around when he arrived, you were the first person he saw. You were carrying blocks of wood with a smile, laughing and talking with the giants like you weren’t crying over him about a month ago, and your happiness made Ace’s stomach churn. He wanted to be the reason for your smile and laughter, not someone else.

You didn’t flinch or look surprised at his arrival.

“Ace,” You say. “How’s everything?”

“How’s everything?” Ace spat. “You left me behind and that’s all you can say? Come here.”

He leaned in for a kiss, and you take a step back.

“No. I’m not doing this again, Ace. Never again.”

Never again.

“Baby…” Ace whispered.

The words died in his throat, and suddenly the life you both had together flashed through his mind. He cleared his throat. Drew back his hand, and respected your response.

“I wasn’t fair on you, huh?”

You don’t respond.

“You need to leave, Ace. I mean it.”

“Just a—”

“No,” You were stern. Still, the tears form in your eyes. “I loved you and you treated my love like it meant nothing. To you, this was fleeting but to me, it was everything. You meant the world to me, Ace, and you turned your back on me once you had your fill, and was with the next woman you could find. How’s that fair on me, Ace? It’s not about us, it’s not about you, it’s about me. I left for me. What did you contribute, if not for sex? I did everything for you, what the hell did you do for me?”

Ace didn’t know how to respond to that. Your words held a lot of truth. When Ace survived Marineford, you took him in and he took advantage of your care and mislead your heart. You were a kind, gentle soul, who loves love, and he took that vulnerability away from you by leading you on.

He wanted sex, you wanted more.

“I am sorry.” Ace whispered. “I hope you know that.”

“I do. It’s written all over your face.” You take a seat. “That still isn’t enough for me to want you back, Ace. You’ve hurt me enough as it is.”

“I understand.”

When one of the giants called out for you, you say goodbye to Ace and run towards them. The happiness was back on your face.

Tears formed in his eyes.

“I’m an idiot.”

The wind took his words, and in response came your laughter, but it wasn’t aimed at him. It was aimed at someone else.

Then, when he leaves, you spare him one final glance, and when you felt the familiar tug at your heartstrings, did you look away.