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alternate universe | portgas d. ace

➳ categories: marine ace au, gender neutral reader

➳ word count: 1.4k

➳ notes: if this fic does numbers, i might consider writing a full-length story ❤️ title came from this underrated banger -> even in an alternate universe by ysanygo

In another universe, Ace is a member of the Marines and you are his colleague from the same division.

In this universe, specifically, Portgas D. Ace, the son of the wanted Gol D. Roger in another timeline, is an exceptional Marine with a driving passion for his work and a renowned hatred for the pirates that conquer the seas. In this universe, you are Portgas D. Ace's secondhand, who later becomes a Commander under Captain Ace's leadership.

The admirable grit of your duo is one thing that the Marine upholds. Ordinary soldiers look up to you, while Admirals respect the dedication that you two put in maintaining the Marine code of conduct. There is no one else like your pair.

Lately, however, a few oddities have caught your attention.

"Hey. Take this to Garp's quarters."

You spin on your heel as you feel a leather bag poke your ribcage. Standing beside you is your black-haired freckled partner, whose Marine uniform is yet again unruly and not a bit presentable for the title he holds and the respect he receives. Grabbing the bag from his hold, you point at a mysterious stain on his uniform.

"What's that?" you question.

Ace follows the direction of your eyes, landing on the collar of his inner dress shirt. "Uh, this? Dunno. Got it somewhere from a battle, I guess."

You roll your eyes.

"Sure. Just another one of the dark stains that you get from a battle without the sight of blood," you deadpan. Ace's lips morph into a sheepish smile. "I know what that is, idiot."

"He-he, just checking. I thought you wouldn't notice," comes his excuse.

"Everyone notices the scent of grilled meat on you, Ace. A food stain is no different." You shake your head. "Anyway, I'll catch you later. Garp's office, you say?"

"Yeah. He should be there."

After saluting to your Captain, you march to Vice Admiral Garp's office that is located in the far west wing of the base. On your way to his office, you encounter an unpleasant sight between a horde of your men and the Vice Admiral himself.

In the far end of the hallway come the marching crowd toward the where you just came from. The Vice Admiral, with his giant and brawny build, pokes out from the crowd as he walks side-by-side of what seems to be a lanky man in his 40s, his hands restrained by a pair of handcuffs made of Seastone.

As they approach, you ask one of your men in the frontlines.

"What's the meaning of this?"

The man salutes.

"Commander. We are taking the possessor of the Memo Memo no Mi to Impel Down. We must sail this evening under Admiral Fujitora's orders."

You look past the soldier to inspect the man in question. Vice Admiral Garp washes him out by a ton with their height difference, as well as the muscular composition of their bodies. His hair is matted and unkempt, and his clothes are ragged and baggy. He has his head down as he saunters with the group, like he's afraid of being seen in this feeble state.

As he comes close, however, he raises his head, then looks at you.

"You have an interesting life," he says. Vice Admiral Garp and the Marines who hear this look at him, surprised that he has spoken since his arrival this morning.

"Me?" you ask in disbelief.

The man grins odiously.

"You're the great first mate of the Spade Pirates." Stopping in his tracks, he chuckles. The Marine behind him barks an order to continue walking. Your vision darkens. "You're— you were a great pirate."

Your men look at you, some in horror and some in anticipation of your response to the strange statements. You grit your teeth.

"What the hell are you talking about?" you growl. "I was never a pirate."

He laughs.

"Of course not, but in your first life, you were."

Your look hardens into a glare. Garp yawns, and with a forceful push of the man's shoulder, he orders him back to walking forward.

"Stop yapping, get moving! I'm going to miss my nap time," he yells. The Marines follow suit. He then notices the bag in your hand. "Good timing, Commander (Y/N). Just in time for my departure. I'll see you in a few days."

The Vice Admiral claims his luggage.

"You're going, too, Vice Admiral?"

"The jerks up there said I must," he says.

You nod. "I see."

You go back to your post as you part ways with the pack. They transport the handcuffed man to the coastal area of the base, where a heavily guarded Marine ship is docked and a Seastone cell awaits the Devil Fruit user in its lower deck.

On their way to the coast, Ace runs into Garp, his grandfather, and decides to tag along to oversee the progress of the mission. Before the shaggy man is taken away into the ship, he speaks to Ace in a wary tone.

"Be careful with the power you hold, Fire Fist," he tells the Captain, leaving the young man disturbed as the ship prepares to sail away.

Deep in the night a couple of hours later, you reunite with Ace in the mess hall for dinner. As usual, he comes back to your table with three plates loaded with different dishes, not accounting for the seconds that he will be taking later.

With some of your men gone for the recent mission, you and Ace sit alone together at a table.

"Did you know that they were on that mission?" you ask him.

Ace chomps on a rack of ribs, the barbecue sauce staining the corners of his mouth. "What mission?"

"The one with the weird guy," you say. "Uh, I'm assuming you saw him. Old guy, messy hair, looks like he hasn't taken a bath in a month?"

"Oh." He swallows. "I saw him. He was weird. I'm glad I didn't have to deal with that."

"Weird, huh? Did you talk to him?"

"He told me something about fire and a fist." The Captain laughs. "It sounds ridiculous. No wonder why he's going to Impel Down. Something must be wrong in here."

He taps the side of his head with a finger. You snort.

"He spoke to me as well," you admit. Ace looks at you through his peripheral vision as he picks up a bowl of mashed potatoes. It's heated and well-cooked, just the way he loves them. "He told me I was a pirate in my first life. Can you believe that?"

"I do," your partner chirps.

You glare at him.

"Not the time for jokes, Ace. He said that I was the first mate of the Spade Pirates, or whatever that crew is." You look down at your food, feeling the heat waves hit your face. "Is there even such a thing as the Spade Pirates?"

"We can figure that out now that Garp is gone," suggests Ace. You look unamused. "Just kidding, he-he."

After dinner, you retreat to the barracks. You change into a set of pajamas and slip under the covers of your bed. As soon as your eyelids close, you drift off to a deep sleep.

"Come with me," he tells you, flashing a smile that you have never seen before: lips tight, eyes soft. Strands of his wavy black hair blow on his face as the sea breeze comes and goes, covering his freckles and his smile of sincerity.

"I can't leave Dadan alone." You tell him. He frowns. "I'm sorry."

"She'll be safe with Luffy. Now, come on!"

He tugs your arm toward the shore, where a small boat floats on the water with a thin sail and a couple bags of food that pool around the mast. He hops in the boat. He wears his trademark hat on his head, an orange cowboy hat with a rim of red beads and two smileys in front.

"There's room for one more person and some luggage!"

"I'd rather not, Ace," you say firmly.

Ace purses his lips together. "Are you scared?"

"Uh, no? I told you, I just can't leave this place."

He rests one foot on the edge of the boat. Leaning toward you, he says, "Come with me, please. We'll travel the Grand Line together, and in a few years, maybe we can recruit Luffy into our—"

"Your pirate crew," you finish. "I-I get it, but I can't. I'm not fit for that kind of life."

"You'll be my first mate."

You sigh.

"And what will your pirate crew be named as, Captain Ace?"

He laughs heartily, his bright white teeth showing as his eyes form into crescents.

"The Spade Pirates."

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i've been thinking of posting my fics from other fandoms on this account (mainly aot, tokyo revengers, and blue lock) but i don't know how people will feel about this since everyone who's followed me so far (118 sweet people) were originally here for one piece content

but i can't keep these fics unpublished forever, so with that said, feel free to unfollow me (or mute, idk if that's a thing on tumblr tho) if my non-OP fics ever flood your feed 😓🙏

i want to reach a larger audience with this account but i promise to still write for OP!

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parts of me | nami

➳ categories: canonverse, gender neutral reader

➳ word count: 1.4k

➳ notes: my two nami fics so far are kinda sad so the next one will be happy I PROMISE

When the Sunny is quiet as the sun sets in the horizon, with the aroma of herbs and tangerines coming from Sanji's kitchen and the faint tune of Brook's violin entering the women's quarters, Nami remembers the day she met you and the day you left.

Her thoughts oddly jump from point A to point B, a silly thing she's guilty of, but it's a thing that she can't stop doing because she makes up for the sad thought of your departure with the happy thought of your arrival into her life.

Looking out the window, her eyes follow the movement of the waves. They crash onto each other in a rhythmic motion, an effective hypnosis for her brain to shut down and work in slow motion. Nami calls this tendency of longing a "thing" rather than a "habit" because she denies that it is one. To her, "habit" suggests that she thinks of you all the time, which technically is the truth, but she can't let herself admit that just yet.

Suddenly, Robin calls from the doorway of the quarters, her mature voice as composed as always. "Nami. Sanji called you for a taste test."

Nami spins on her feet, taking her mind off the hypnosis, which only makes her dizzy. "Huh?"

Robin shuffles into the room and approaches her vanity, where she grabs a book that she left open a few hours ago after being called into Franky's workspace to lend a hand. She walks to the loveseat in the far corner of the quarters, and sits cross-legged as she reads where she left off.

"Sanji wants you to taste his tangerine dish." She giggles softly, her eyes creasing upon remembering Sanji's heart-shaped gaze.

"Ah, no wonder why it smelled like tangerines here." Nami diverts her gaze from Robin to the mini cartography table on her side of the room. She sees the unfinished map she drew of Sabaody Archipelago three days ago.

"(Y/N). I'm Shakky's neighbor, and sometimes her slave," you introduced yourself in a joking manner. Shakky, the 62-year-old woman who you grew up with the past nine years, threw an unused cigarette at your head.

"Don't lie to the guests, kid," she said.

Nami hummed in amusement. "I'm Nami. I came here with my crew."

Robin flips a page of her book.

"You seem upset, Nami. Can I help you?"

"Huh? No," Nami mumbles to herself. "I have something to do."

As the girl leaves the quarters, Robin assumes that she's on her way to taste Sanji's new dish that's awaiting her in the kitchen. Although not knowing Nami as she thought she did, she failed to catch the look on her face when she examined the half-drawn map on her table.

Nami walks out into the deck and looks toward south, where Sabaody and Fishman Island are. She sighs. To live with the feeling of longing is one thing (like when she longed for Bellemere's tangerines or when she longed to be with her crew when they were separated two years ago), but to live with this feeling that you can't admit is another.

"Thank you for helping us," Nami sent her thanks as you pulled her down into your wooden boat.

After a rocky encounter with a Celestial Dragon, you managed to get Nami and yourself to safety, while the other members of her pirate crew, the Straw Hats, as they called themselves, ran in different directions, with some of them running farther into Grove 17 of Sabaody Archipelago. Nami sat on the other edge of the boat as you paddled the vessel away from the Grove and to Shakky's bar.

"Don't mention it," you told her.

It took two days for Nami to reunite with half of the crew. By then, the Straw Hats scurried off into the other Groves to get down to business as the Marines arrived at the archipelago. You insisted on tagging along.

As Nami takes another step farther into the deck, the smell of Sanji's tangerine dish becomes stronger from the kitchen. She appreciates this as a form of distraction from her thoughts. When Sanji comes out in an apron and a mini pastry platter, she is even more relieved.

"Nami-swaaan, please try this dish!" he begs. "Please? Pleaseee?"

Nami grabs a cupcake from the platter and takes a bite as she looks into the distance. Tangerine-flavored. Of course, she thinks, but the flavor isn't too strong or too subtle. Sanji did a great job in integrating the tangerines adequately.

"It's delicious," she tells him. "Thank you, Sanji-kun."

Sanji grins to himself, delighted that he received a compliment from Nami out of all people. While he swoons, Nami notices a particular pastry on the platter that catches her attention.

"Is that—?" she cuts herself off to observe a little longer. "Oh, Sanji-kun, is that me?"

She points at a sugar cookie of a woman who looks exactly like her: orange hair, brown eyes, a smile, and a tight shirt and shorts... except that there is something else to it.

"I'm glad you noticed!" Sanji beams, happy for the second time this day. "I made a cookie for Robin-chwan as well!"

Nami appreciates the gesture. She wants to laugh at it, but Sanji might get the wrong idea, so she saves the reaction for later when she gets the time to think about it again.

She grabs the cookie from the plate and inspects it. It's a pretty piece of art (and a piece of herself, one can say) that she almost doesn't want to ruin, and instead just keep it in a glass box to be displayed in a museum.

She traces her finger over the hardened frosting, the orange color that was used in her hair leaving a barely noticeable stain on her finger.

Then she finally reacts. She lets out a small giggle that doesn't give Sanji the wrong idea. He still, however, asks why she's so bubbly all of a sudden.

"You're amazing," you told Nami in awe as she navigated through the Grove with an outmoded map. "I see it now. You're going to be the world's best navigator under the Pirate King's arm once you map out the whole world."

Nami's face flushed in a way that she couldn't hide. Eventually, she didn't bother hiding her face any longer as she boldly stared you down like it didn't affect her at all.

"And you're going to be the world's best boat pilot."

You laughed at her joke.

Nami clutches the ends of her hair and twirls the strands with her finger, thinking to herself deeply as Sanji waits for an answer.

"This might sound weird," you started, "but you're beautiful."

Nami narrowed her eyes at you. She had heard that compliment a hundred times in the past.

"I reckon that you hear that a lot." You chuckled. "Trust me, I'm not saying this to take advantage of you."

"What is it, then?" she asked.

"Rarely anyone here has orange hair. I find it beautiful that it's your natural beauty."

She didn't reply. Instead, she kept walking through the Grove as you followed.

"You'll forget this eventually. I know you will, but don't cut your hair, ever. It's a cute part of yourself," you told her.

"I just love it," she explains. She traces the ends of the hair that lie just above her shoulders, a depiction of her eighteen-year-old self two years ago. "Thank you, Sanji-kun."

Nami realizes that there is no way of escaping you as the past moments you shared together resurface in her brain in every second and every minute of the day. She wonders if she could ever escape a habit like this when she'll be surrounded by nothing but water for another week as they travel to a new island, somewhere far from Sabaody and devoid of your presence—and it doesn't help her case that old habits die hard.

Sanji goes back to the kitchen to finish cooking the rest of the crew's lunch, leaving Nami to her own devices on the deck. She takes small bites of the cookie, saving her head for last, while losing herself to the rhythmic motion of the ocean waves yet again, hypnotizing her mind to think about you, and only you, like a habit that will never die.

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impressions | koby

➳ categories: canonverse, fluff, funnily helmeppo-centric, gender neutral reader

➳ word count: 743

➳ notes: idea came from the canon fact that koby hates black coffee ☕️

Koby hates black coffee, even if Rika makes it herself. Helmeppo jokes that it's part of his character to still act like a child since he was Marine-trained at such a young age, to which Koby flips him off out of annoyance.

Helmeppo knows that Koby would never drink black coffee. It was one of the things he learned about him when they became friends.

So imagine his shock when he sees Koby drinking it like it's nothing for breakfast.

Helmeppo approaches the pink-haired teen, whose blue circle-framed glasses rest on his patterned headband, clear of the dirt that stuck to them during yesterday's mission. Helmeppo places an arm on his shoulder, prompting Koby to look up from the newspaper he's reading.

Koby is confused for a split second, but he realizes right afterward.

"What is this?!" Helmeppo overdramatically reacts. His eyes flit back and forth from the Captain's face to the white coffee mug on the table, still hot but already quarter-full.

With a blank stare, Koby takes a sip of the coffee and swallows it immediately. Helmeppo's eyebrows subtly jump. Koby, however, doesn't notice this, as he provides an explanation that he believes he shouldn't even be providing.

"I'm drinking coffee," he responds nonchalantly. His eyes return to the newspaper, and he reads where he left off.

Something is odd, Helmeppo thinks to himself, retracting his hand from Koby's shoulder. The coffee mug on the table looks conspicuous as it stands there, just existing on its own—but its mere existence shouldn't even collide with the existence of Captain Koby in the first place. No, it shouldn't.

At this moment, a crowd of Marine executives enters the mess hall. Their joyous cheers earn them a few glances from nearby tables, including the pink-haired Captain, who sits so calmly on the farthest table by the windows. While Helmeppo is distracted by his silly theories and rushed conclusions, Koby tilts his head a little bit upward to find you.

Surrounded by your colleagues, Koby thinks that you won't see him amid the morning chaos, but a smile makes its way to his lips when he's proven otherwise. Your face becomes visible in the crowd of Marines, shooting him a beautiful smile like you just won against a pirate.

Koby breaks the eye contact after four seconds, afraid that Helmeppo will snap back to his senses and notice his person of interest if he doesn't make his staring less obvious any sooner. To his luck, his best friend is gullible.

When Koby immerses himself back in the newspaper he's been reading, Helmeppo finally notices your crowd that sits two tables down from his. He scans the metal trays of plates and glassware in boredom, still finding a logical explanation for Koby's sudden coffee interest.

Koby grips the mug, takes another sip, and swallows like it doesn't burn. Helmeppo squints his eyes, still suspicious.

"Strange Captain Koby..." he murmurs to himself. He rubs the cleft of his chin, thinking, wondering, and pondering until his mental energy depletes, and he decides to sit beside Koby in defeat.

"You look like you need some coffee."

Helmeppo raises his head in response to the direction of the voice that chirped the suggestion.

Leaning on the table with one hand supporting your weight, you push a coffee mug in front of him with two sugar packets. Helmeppo points at the coffee, then back at himself, asking in silence if it's meant for him.

"Yep, it's yours," you say. "I already got my second fill, ha-ha."

As Helmeppo sniffs the liquid, he detects the bitter aroma of black coffee and decides to add sugar to the mix. He takes a sip afterward to taste, being careful not to burn his tongue in the process.

Meanwhile, you reach into your uniform and slide three small sugar packets across the table, closer to Koby and his nearly empty mug.

"You forgot the sugar again, Captain," you joke. Helmeppo raises an eyebrow as he drinks away. "Do I always have to get it for you? Or have you warmed up to the taste of my plain black?"

Before giving out a response, Koby wickedly smiles to himself at Helmeppo's reaction to a burning tongue, who wastes no time in fetching himself a glass of water from the back kitchen.

When he meets your eyes, you both laugh heartily at the occurrence, clutching your stomach and Koby burying his face into folded arms on the table.

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Brothers.

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and money | nami

➳ category: gay awakening in less than 1k words, female reader

➳ word count: 728

➳ note: it's mostly narration i'm sorry

Nami liked men and their money, but when she became a pirate, she liked men less and money more.

The reason for that was a messy mix of annoying crewmates, blood-boiling encounters with men who didn't know respect, and her personal decision to follow her dream regardless of whatever and whoever was in the way. Nami didn't have the time to find a man to fall in love with because she had a world map to draw, and while she had been on countless islands with the Straw Hat Pirates, there was, truthfully, so much more in the world that awaited her.

That said, Nami liked money by a huge margin. Nothing could top that. After all, she was a burglar on her own for many years before becoming a better burglar when she joined her pirate crew.

Nami, however, still liked (loved, if she were to be honest) having men wrapped around her finger, so that she could take their money. She knew that she was beautiful, and she was aware that many thought the same. It was the perfect ruse.

Yet somehow, as time passed, her trickery began to tick her off as she felt that it was not right.

No, it was not because she felt guilty. (She had been doing this professionally for years. What would she be guilty for?) It was also not because she stopped liking money. (There was never a day when she did not think about it.) She wasn't sure what the reason for it was, but she did have an idea.

"That's a very pretty dress, Nami-san!" you cheered from across the table of the dining room in the Thousand Sunny. Nami looked up from the newspaper she was reading. You were happy.

"I made it." She replied.

You were a passenger on the Straw Hats' ship after meeting Nami at a retail store and getting yourself twisted in her business at an island. Nami let you tag along with her crew after learning that you had family to visit at the Straw Hats' next destination.

That happened a week ago. Over the course of your stay, you got closer to the members of the Straw Hat Pirates. Nami, in particular, was the closest to you out of them all.

You told her that she was crafty and you asked if she could teach you how to sew. She agreed. You rushed to her side in joy and hugged her out of the blue.

She was in shock. Her mouth hang open for a few seconds, but overall, she didn't mind.

A few more days passed, and you reached the island. You invited the crew to your home to thank them for having you aboard their ship. Nami linked up with your mother along with Sanji, who helped cook a feast, during which Nami met one of your ex lovers.

"Former...?" Her eyes wandered through the crowd to find who you were pointing at. She found a slightly older woman with short black hair wearing a tight dress, mingling among the other women in the vicinity.

You confirmed that she was your ex and laughed aloud upon Nami's reaction.

(She didn't judge; she had a few friends before who swung the same way or didn't swing at all.)

Ultimately, that led the two of you to engage in an explorable conversation about your past relationships with women, which led further into a sewing class, then a sleepover at your room. As the banquet died down, your home became peaceful until the sun came again the next morning to wake you and the girl next to you.

The Straw Hats disappeared for a few days upon sensing danger in your island, so Nami had to leave. It didn't take long for you to follow them on your own and rescue half of the crew held hostage. Nami ran into your arms as soon as she was free, and that was when she accepted it.

It wasn't your prettiness that pulled her in. It was your aura that she found particularly flattering. You knew how to spend time with her in exhilarating ways that no man could. It was true, what Robin told her weeks ago—women treated women better. And while she had yet to learn what it meant to her, it felt nice to know that she had an answer.

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hey everyone i'm back 😪 i was so busy with uni and i had no time to write for a whole year. i'm sorry 😭

who should i write for next?

please lmk and i'll try to get it done fr. i have a short nami fic coming up that will be posted in a few days, so i'ld like to get a few other names!! (or if you want more nami fics, that's fine too)

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i’ve been meaning to write a part two for this, but i’m not sure what to do 🧍‍♀️ my first thought was to make it nsfw but that’ll definitely shock some people, so i’m really hesitant lmao

match | trafalgar d. law

➳ category: canonverse · female reader · fluff

➳ spoiler warning: ep 890 to present as of oct. 2022 / ch 909 to 1057

➳ word count: 2.4k

➳ summary: The Land of Wano greets you with cultural festivities, norms, traditions, and matching attires with your crew Captain.

➳ note: hellooo happy birthday law! i actually wrote this two months ago but i was trying to release fics one by one back then so i never got to publish it. anyway hbd again law ily gn

When you, your crew, and the Straw Hats arrive in Wano, Kin’emon is quick to lay down a bunch of rules.

He stresses that everyone must go undercover until the rest of the Straw Hats catch up with the Wano crew in light of their cook's arranged marriage in Whole Cake Island. The alliance promises to obey and take their individual duties, with the Heart Pirates following suit.

Kin’emon also adds that everyone must take on disguises lest the alliance raises suspicions and get caught before the grand attack. With this order, he magics members of the alliance one by one in traditional Wano clothing until it comes to your crew.

Law is the first to talk and he turns down the offer. Suddenly, Clione arrives, panting and pulling a wagon with heavy bags of packed garments. Law points to the wagon behind him.

“We have our own,” he says. Zoro sneers and Kin’emon nods in approval. After giving out a few more pointers, Kin’emon dissolves the gathering as your crew stays behind to get dressed.

You run to a private area within the forest as Ikkaku had found earlier and get changed there. When some members of your crew stumble upon your changing area, you and Ikkaku bark at them right away.

“Go find somewhere else to change at!” you shout. They immediately run away in fright, wailing about how terrifying you are.

Ikkaku finishes dressing up before you and watches you get dressed with a knowing look on her face. Once done, you look at her confusedly.

“What are you looking at?” you ask, afraid that something might be wrong with your appearance. You look down at your yukata, predominantly brown in color with gold accents throughout. The Heart Pirates’ jolly roger adorns the chest area with one on each side. As you pull your black and white haōri around you, Ikkaku waves her hand as if to shrug the weird look away.

“Nothing, you look good.” She grooms her hair and puts it in a low bun. You do the same then exit the forest to meet the rest of the crew.

Law is no longer in the meeting spot and you sigh. Meanwhile, the remaining members of the Heart Pirates observe you up and down before looking away and dismissing the thought.

With one last meeting with the remaining crew, you each part ways in successful disguises to begin the silent operation.

Five days later, you’re walking to the alliance’s agreed meet-up spot after Kin’emon called everyone over to check up on your progress.

For the past several days, you’ve been working nonstop to find and gather Kin’emon’s allies for the eventual raid against the Beast Pirates in Onigashima. You’ve steered clear from the roaming guards and potential threats, and your task is being slowly completed.

It’s also been a while since you last saw your crewmates. With everyone dispersed in Wano, it was difficult to find your allies so you spent most days by yourself.

Now reunited with Ikkaku, you both hike to the top of the mountain by Bakura Town, where the ruins of Oden’s castle lie. When you arrive, countless heads spin their way toward you and you scowl.

Confused and uncomfortable by the attention, you place both arms on your hips and question their odd stares.

“What?” you snap. Frightened, they look away.

“Oi, gather around,” Law suddenly calls out from a distance and you follow your crewmates closer to the castle’s remains, taking shelter in a dimly secured area hidden from public view. You pile inside one by one, and end up standing beside your captain without noticing.

You greet him humbly, glad that you’ve finally seen each other after days of not meeting up. He greets you back, but not before quickly looking down at you, glancing past your face and observing your body.

Law doesn’t say a word and merely waits for Kin’emon to begin. Fortunately, you catch his sneaky glimpses just in time.

Too afraid to ask what’s wrong, you pay attention to Kin’emon instead.

“So everyone’s doing their tasks with no trouble,” he concludes, relieved. “I see. Glad to hear that we’re doing great.”

“Yeah. We should be able to stay on the low before Mugiwara-ya gets here. How long until they arrive?” Law asks.

Kin’emon thinks. “Perhaps a few more days, but I believe they’re already nearing the country.”

He nods.

“This should be it for now,” Kin’emon wraps up as everyone finishes their reports. He sees your yukata and blushes, but stops right afterward. “You’re matching.”

Glaring at him, you’re about to get into a yelling fit until you process his last two words. Tilting your head, you ask, “Matching? With who?”

Your crew stops leaving to watch (or rather listen to) the scene (due to the poorly-lighted area).

Kin’emon scratches his head.

“You.” He points at you, and . . .

It takes you a couple of seconds to realize that he’s pointing at you and Law. Despite your dark surroundings, you look at the tall man beside you to understand what Kin’emon meant.

To your surprise, Law is wearing a black yukata with a white collar and a brown and gold haōri draped around him. His haōri is similar to yours, with the same pattern as your haōri and the same color as your yukata. You look at the fabric around you and realize that the pattern is eerily identical to his hat.

Your face bursts into flames and you scramble away.

“Ehhh?!” you shriek, looking at Law’s outfit in horror. He’s unfazed by the matching colors and only stares right back. “What the hell, why do we look identical?!”

“Forget about it,” he says monotonously, frankly tired by today’s events and too fatigued to care about his crew’s smug faces. “We go back to work tomorrow. Everybody should get some rest.”

The Heart Pirates nod at their captain’s orders and swarm out of the ruins hurriedly. You’re pulled away by your crewmates who notice your shocked state. They carry you out of the area, away from Law.

You realize it’s Bepo who’s carrying you when you snap out of your thoughts.

“Hey!” you yap at your crew as they heave you away. “What was that about?! Who made me match my stupid yukata with Law’s?!”

“We made all of them in a hurry because of time constraints,” Shachi answers. You growl at him. “I didn’t make it, I swear!”

You groan.

“Ugh. Whoever did is dead to me,” you say before going limp in Bepo’s hands.

Back at the small inn where you’ve been staying for the past few days, Ikkaku tries to cheer you up after noticing your mortified state.

“I’m embarrassed,” you weep at her. “It’s so obvious that I . . . th-that I . . .”

She shakes her head and hugs you gently. “It’ll be okay! He said to forget about it.”

“He said to forget about it like he was pissed off,” you say sourly.

“I don’t think so.” She pats down your hair. “I think he was tired. He traveled across Wano today according to Kanjuro.”

You stop tearing up and blink the tears away.

“You might just be overwhelmed. Anyone would be if they were you.”

And she’s right. You probably should stop overthinking it.

Two days later, the rest of the Straw Hats arrive.

Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin are the first to notice from your crew, so they call Law’s attention and deliver the news to the rest. Everyone is ecstatic at their arrival, and so are you.

When you meet the Whole Cake Island team, you are met by warm hugs and greetings. Sanji, who the team has retrieved from Big Mom and her family, immediately approaches you.

“AHHH (Y/N)-swan, you look so beautiful!” Sanji swoons over you as his eyes simultaneously turn into bright pink hearts. Nearby, Nami shakes her head. “That yukata is so beautiful on you, (Y/N)-swan!”

You giggle. “Thank you, Sanji-kun.”

“Oi Mugiwara-ya, tell your crew to walk faster and assemble. Now,” Law bellows from afar, looking annoyed. He sees Sanji leaning dangerously close to you and he almost snaps. Before he can reprimand him, however, Sanji sees him from the corner of his eye and stops prancing around.

He quickly looks at you and Law back and forth.

His face contorts into an unreadable expression, like a mix of five varying emotions in one.

“(Y/N)-swan,” he calls.

“Yes, Sanji-kun?” you chirp.

“While I was gone,” he begins, “did you . . . and your captain . . . marry?”

Your eyebrows knit together in anger and you clench your jaw.

You slap him extremely hard.

“No, you idiot!” you scream with rage. Sanji crouches in front of you, clutching his face and apologizing repeatedly. “What makes you think we got married?! These don’t even look like wedding outfits!”

Sanji whines in pain, but through his tears, he manages to slip a couple of apologies for angering a woman. Then Law emerges beside you, and places a hand on your shoulder. Your heart tightens.

“What are you doing here?” you ask him, almost sounding too snappy.

“To handle things,” he replies. You look unamused. “Catch up with the others inside and I’ll treat him.”

“No need, I’ll take care of this,” you insist.

Law shakes his head.

“Go inside. Now.”

“But I hurt him, Captain.” You pity Sanji who’s trying not to cry in pain below you. Chopper from the Straw Hats seems to notice the commotion and comes running toward you. Law is unimpressed by your attitude.

“Hey, do you belong to the Straw Hats or do you belong to me?” he asks firmly in a low voice, quiet enough for only you to hear. Goosebumps rise on your skin and you stiffen. “Everyone is inside. Go.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you stomp away from the scene without looking back. Law watches you walk away until he knows that you’re out of plain sight before handling the injury you gave Sanji.

He sends his apologies to Chopper. “Sorry about Black leg-ya, but he should be okay.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t too physically painful for him,” Chopper agrees. “Why did (Y/N) hit him? What happened?”

He looks at Law with curiosity, but the man’s eyes darken.

“Ask him.”

Chopper freezes in place and slowly nods. “O-okay.”

After taking care of Sanji’s injury—or rather, just narrowing his eyes at the man as he watches Chopper work—Law heads back to the meet-up spot, where most of the newcomers have already gathered. You’re standing by the entrance and Law sneaks in and stands beside you.

Once Chopper and Sanji have settled in after the treatment, you and Law space out for most of Kin’emon’s story. Halfway through, you think back to your first few days in Wano and progressively get annoyed at the memories.

You remember changing into your yukata and haōri and the stressful situations you’ve been in after seeing your matching outfit with Law.

You remember that he’s beside you and shudder.

You’ve only seen your captain thrice throughout your stay in the country so you don’t complain much about your clothes. Your complaints only come when Law sneaks beside you, standing nonchalantly as if he isn't the cause of your rapid heartbeat.

Clearing your throat, you decide to address the dilemma quietly.

“I’m sorry for acting that way,” you say. Law stays silent. “I really don’t know who made these. I was surprised.”

“A local made them. Don’t fret.” Law now has his arms crossed with his Kikoku leaning on the wall, separating the both of you.

“You’re not mad?” you ask.

“I never get mad.” You roll your eyes. He notices this and corrects himself. “I never get mad at you.”

“‘Kay, Captain,” you huff out. Suddenly, Law takes his hat off and places it on top of your head. “Hey, wait a second—”

“It’s heavy, you wear it,” he cuts you off. “Looks good with your haōri.”

The hat loosely tips over and almost covers your eyes. Your cheeks heat up.

“It doesn’t even fit me.”

“Too heavy to carry,” Law reasons. You want to talk back but figure not to since it wouldn’t change a thing anyway.

Kin’emon finishes his retelling of Wano’s tragic history and Law joins in the discussion. But before proceeding, Sanji, whose injury has gotten better over the course of Kin’emon’s narration, sees Law hatless and you standing beside him, while wearing the oversized black and white hat on top of your head.

His eyes burn with jealousy and his cheeks turn hot pink. Chopper begs him not to act rashly but Sanji is far gone. He’s working out a massive insult to send toward Law, but you stop him from doing so.

“Don’t say it, Sanji-kun,” you tell him. “It’s not worth it.”

Sanji remembers the way you slapped him earlier and he shrinks back down on his seat. He zips his mouth shut.

The meeting ends peacefully but you’re still ashamed as ever, even after walking away from the group and finding some space to scream your heart out. You still have Law’s hat with you and you weakly look down at it.

You like your captain but it’s hard to tell him in fear of getting punished. Worse, he'd be uneasy about it and you’ll risk getting kicked out of the crew.

Law finds you on top of the cliff after bidding goodbye to Luffy and Kin’emon.

Don’t jump off now, he thinks.

“I have your hat here. You should wear it before it gets lost,” you say, stretching your hand out with his hat in hand. “It's not even heavy, Captain.”

Law shoves your hand away and grabs the hat from your hands. He places it back on top of your head, this time aligning it properly so that it doesn’t block your line of sight.

“Shachi told me it’s nice with your haōri.”

“But—”

“I don’t want to hear about that anymore,” he whispers. “The hat is nice. Keep it for me while I’m gone.”

After one last glance, Law withdraws from the cliffside to catch up with Luffy.

Stubbornly, you say: “I’m sorry about earlier.”

He doesn’t stop walking, not even to turn around and properly face you. He just keeps his pace as he catches up with Luffy and co.

“Forget about it,” he says, with a quick wave of his hand.

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masterlist 🍊

✧ · ° :* guideline summary: my default reader is female (using she/her but not limited to it) unless stated otherwise *: ° · ✧

one piece

ace

blond [ college au ]

koby

impressions [ canonverse, fluff ]

law

closer to you [ modern doctors au, fluff ]

match [ canonverse, fluff | one · two ]

nami

and money [ canonverse, fluff ]

parts of me [ canonverse, semi-angst ]

sabo

college rooming with: sabo [ college au ]

sanji

humming blue [ tangled au, fluff ]

college rooming with: sanji [ college au, suggestive nsfw ]

mixed feelings with: sanji [ canonverse, light angst ]

rating names with: sanji [ canonverse ]

tokyo revengers

mitsuya

wedding dress [ modern au, fluff ]

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match | trafalgar d. law

➳ category: canonverse · female reader · fluff

➳ spoiler warning: ep 890 to present as of oct. 2022 / ch 909 to 1057

➳ word count: 2.4k

➳ summary: The Land of Wano greets you with cultural festivities, norms, traditions, and matching attires with your crew Captain.

➳ note: hellooo happy birthday law! i actually wrote this two months ago but i was trying to release fics one by one back then so i never got to publish it. anyway hbd again law ily gn

When you, your crew, and the Straw Hats arrive in Wano, Kin’emon is quick to lay down a bunch of rules.

He stresses that everyone must go undercover until the rest of the Straw Hats catch up with the Wano crew in light of their cook's arranged marriage in Whole Cake Island. The alliance promises to obey and take their individual duties, with the Heart Pirates following suit.

Kin’emon also adds that everyone must take on disguises lest the alliance raises suspicions and get caught before the grand attack. With this order, he magics members of the alliance one by one in traditional Wano clothing until it comes to your crew.

Law is the first to talk and he turns down the offer. Suddenly, Clione arrives, panting and pulling a wagon with heavy bags of packed garments. Law points to the wagon behind him.

“We have our own,” he says. Zoro sneers and Kin’emon nods in approval. After giving out a few more pointers, Kin’emon dissolves the gathering as your crew stays behind to get dressed.

You run to a private area within the forest as Ikkaku had found earlier and get changed there. When some members of your crew stumble upon your changing area, you and Ikkaku bark at them right away.

“Go find somewhere else to change at!” you shout. They immediately run away in fright, wailing about how terrifying you are.

Ikkaku finishes dressing up before you and watches you get dressed with a knowing look on her face. Once done, you look at her confusedly.

“What are you looking at?” you ask, afraid that something might be wrong with your appearance. You look down at your yukata, predominantly brown in color with gold accents throughout. The Heart Pirates’ jolly roger adorns the chest area with one on each side. As you pull your black and white haōri around you, Ikkaku waves her hand as if to shrug the weird look away.

“Nothing, you look good.” She grooms her hair and puts it in a low bun. You do the same then exit the forest to meet the rest of the crew.

Law is no longer in the meeting spot and you sigh. Meanwhile, the remaining members of the Heart Pirates observe you up and down before looking away and dismissing the thought.

With one last meeting with the remaining crew, you each part ways in successful disguises to begin the silent operation.

Five days later, you’re walking to the alliance’s agreed meet-up spot after Kin’emon called everyone over to check up on your progress.

For the past several days, you’ve been working nonstop to find and gather Kin’emon’s allies for the eventual raid against the Beast Pirates in Onigashima. You’ve steered clear from the roaming guards and potential threats, and your task is being slowly completed.

It’s also been a while since you last saw your crewmates. With everyone dispersed in Wano, it was difficult to find your allies so you spent most days by yourself.

Now reunited with Ikkaku, you both hike to the top of the mountain by Bakura Town, where the ruins of Oden’s castle lie. When you arrive, countless heads spin their way toward you and you scowl.

Confused and uncomfortable by the attention, you place both arms on your hips and question their odd stares.

“What?” you snap. Frightened, they look away.

“Oi, gather around,” Law suddenly calls out from a distance and you follow your crewmates closer to the castle’s remains, taking shelter in a dimly secured area hidden from public view. You pile inside one by one, and end up standing beside your captain without noticing.

You greet him humbly, glad that you’ve finally seen each other after days of not meeting up. He greets you back, but not before quickly looking down at you, glancing past your face and observing your body.

Law doesn’t say a word and merely waits for Kin’emon to begin. Fortunately, you catch his sneaky glimpses just in time.

Too afraid to ask what’s wrong, you pay attention to Kin’emon instead.

“So everyone’s doing their tasks with no trouble,” he concludes, relieved. “I see. Glad to hear that we’re doing great.”

“Yeah. We should be able to stay on the low before Mugiwara-ya gets here. How long until they arrive?” Law asks.

Kin’emon thinks. “Perhaps a few more days, but I believe they’re already nearing the country.”

He nods.

“This should be it for now,” Kin’emon wraps up as everyone finishes their reports. He sees your yukata and blushes, but stops right afterward. “You’re matching.”

Glaring at him, you’re about to get into a yelling fit until you process his last two words. Tilting your head, you ask, “Matching? With who?”

Your crew stops leaving to watch (or rather listen to) the scene (due to the poorly-lighted area).

Kin’emon scratches his head.

“You.” He points at you, and . . .

It takes you a couple of seconds to realize that he’s pointing at you and Law. Despite your dark surroundings, you look at the tall man beside you to understand what Kin’emon meant.

To your surprise, Law is wearing a black yukata with a white collar and a brown and gold haōri draped around him. His haōri is similar to yours, with the same pattern as your haōri and the same color as your yukata. You look at the fabric around you and realize that the pattern is eerily identical to his hat.

Your face bursts into flames and you scramble away.

“Ehhh?!” you shriek, looking at Law’s outfit in horror. He’s unfazed by the matching colors and only stares right back. “What the hell, why do we look identical?!”

“Forget about it,” he says monotonously, frankly tired by today’s events and too fatigued to care about his crew’s smug faces. “We go back to work tomorrow. Everybody should get some rest.”

The Heart Pirates nod at their captain’s orders and swarm out of the ruins hurriedly. You’re pulled away by your crewmates who notice your shocked state. They carry you out of the area, away from Law.

You realize it’s Bepo who’s carrying you when you snap out of your thoughts.

“Hey!” you yap at your crew as they heave you away. “What was that about?! Who made me match my stupid yukata with Law’s?!”

“We made all of them in a hurry because of time constraints,” Shachi answers. You growl at him. “I didn’t make it, I swear!”

You groan.

“Ugh. Whoever did is dead to me,” you say before going limp in Bepo’s hands.

Back at the small inn where you’ve been staying for the past few days, Ikkaku tries to cheer you up after noticing your mortified state.

“I’m embarrassed,” you weep at her. “It’s so obvious that I . . . th-that I . . .”

She shakes her head and hugs you gently. “It’ll be okay! He said to forget about it.”

“He said to forget about it like he was pissed off,” you say sourly.

“I don’t think so.” She pats down your hair. “I think he was tired. He traveled across Wano today according to Kanjuro.”

You stop tearing up and blink the tears away.

“You might just be overwhelmed. Anyone would be if they were you.”

And she’s right. You probably should stop overthinking it.

Two days later, the rest of the Straw Hats arrive.

Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin are the first to notice from your crew, so they call Law’s attention and deliver the news to the rest. Everyone is ecstatic at their arrival, and so are you.

When you meet the Whole Cake Island team, you are met by warm hugs and greetings. Sanji, who the team has retrieved from Big Mom and her family, immediately approaches you.

“AHHH (Y/N)-swan, you look so beautiful!” Sanji swoons over you as his eyes simultaneously turn into bright pink hearts. Nearby, Nami shakes her head. “That yukata is so beautiful on you, (Y/N)-swan!”

You giggle. “Thank you, Sanji-kun.”

“Oi Mugiwara-ya, tell your crew to walk faster and assemble. Now,” Law bellows from afar, looking annoyed. He sees Sanji leaning dangerously close to you and he almost snaps. Before he can reprimand him, however, Sanji sees him from the corner of his eye and stops prancing around.

He quickly looks at you and Law back and forth.

His face contorts into an unreadable expression, like a mix of five varying emotions in one.

“(Y/N)-swan,” he calls.

“Yes, Sanji-kun?” you chirp.

“While I was gone,” he begins, “did you . . . and your captain . . . marry?”

Your eyebrows knit together in anger and you clench your jaw.

You slap him extremely hard.

“No, you idiot!” you scream with rage. Sanji crouches in front of you, clutching his face and apologizing repeatedly. “What makes you think we got married?! These don’t even look like wedding outfits!”

Sanji whines in pain, but through his tears, he manages to slip a couple of apologies for angering a woman. Then Law emerges beside you, and places a hand on your shoulder. Your heart tightens.

“What are you doing here?” you ask him, almost sounding too snappy.

“To handle things,” he replies. You look unamused. “Catch up with the others inside and I’ll treat him.”

“No need, I’ll take care of this,” you insist.

Law shakes his head.

“Go inside. Now.”

“But I hurt him, Captain.” You pity Sanji who’s trying not to cry in pain below you. Chopper from the Straw Hats seems to notice the commotion and comes running toward you. Law is unimpressed by your attitude.

“Hey, do you belong to the Straw Hats or do you belong to me?” he asks firmly in a low voice, quiet enough for only you to hear. Goosebumps rise on your skin and you stiffen. “Everyone is inside. Go.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you stomp away from the scene without looking back. Law watches you walk away until he knows that you’re out of plain sight before handling the injury you gave Sanji.

He sends his apologies to Chopper. “Sorry about Black leg-ya, but he should be okay.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t too physically painful for him,” Chopper agrees. “Why did (Y/N) hit him? What happened?”

He looks at Law with curiosity, but the man’s eyes darken.

“Ask him.”

Chopper freezes in place and slowly nods. “O-okay.”

After taking care of Sanji’s injury—or rather, just narrowing his eyes at the man as he watches Chopper work—Law heads back to the meet-up spot, where most of the newcomers have already gathered. You’re standing by the entrance and Law sneaks in and stands beside you.

Once Chopper and Sanji have settled in after the treatment, you and Law space out for most of Kin’emon’s story. Halfway through, you think back to your first few days in Wano and progressively get annoyed at the memories.

You remember changing into your yukata and haōri and the stressful situations you’ve been in after seeing your matching outfit with Law.

You remember that he’s beside you and shudder.

You’ve only seen your captain thrice throughout your stay in the country so you don’t complain much about your clothes. Your complaints only come when Law sneaks beside you, standing nonchalantly as if he isn't the cause of your rapid heartbeat.

Clearing your throat, you decide to address the dilemma quietly.

“I’m sorry for acting that way,” you say. Law stays silent. “I really don’t know who made these. I was surprised.”

“A local made them. Don’t fret.” Law now has his arms crossed with his Kikoku leaning on the wall, separating the both of you.

“You’re not mad?” you ask.

“I never get mad.” You roll your eyes. He notices this and corrects himself. “I never get mad at you.”

“‘Kay, Captain,” you huff out. Suddenly, Law takes his hat off and places it on top of your head. “Hey, wait a second—”

“It’s heavy, you wear it,” he cuts you off. “Looks good with your haōri.”

The hat loosely tips over and almost covers your eyes. Your cheeks heat up.

“It doesn’t even fit me.”

“Too heavy to carry,” Law reasons. You want to talk back but figure not to since it wouldn’t change a thing anyway.

Kin’emon finishes his retelling of Wano’s tragic history and Law joins in the discussion. But before proceeding, Sanji, whose injury has gotten better over the course of Kin’emon’s narration, sees Law hatless and you standing beside him, while wearing the oversized black and white hat on top of your head.

His eyes burn with jealousy and his cheeks turn hot pink. Chopper begs him not to act rashly but Sanji is far gone. He’s working out a massive insult to send toward Law, but you stop him from doing so.

“Don’t say it, Sanji-kun,” you tell him. “It’s not worth it.”

Sanji remembers the way you slapped him earlier and he shrinks back down on his seat. He zips his mouth shut.

The meeting ends peacefully but you’re still ashamed as ever, even after walking away from the group and finding some space to scream your heart out. You still have Law’s hat with you and you weakly look down at it.

You like your captain but it’s hard to tell him in fear of getting punished. Worse, he'd be uneasy about it and you’ll risk getting kicked out of the crew.

Law finds you on top of the cliff after bidding goodbye to Luffy and Kin’emon.

Don’t jump off now, he thinks.

“I have your hat here. You should wear it before it gets lost,” you say, stretching your hand out with his hat in hand. “It's not even heavy, Captain.”

Law shoves your hand away and grabs the hat from your hands. He places it back on top of your head, this time aligning it properly so that it doesn’t block your line of sight.

“Shachi told me it’s nice with your haōri.”

“But—”

“I don’t want to hear about that anymore,” he whispers. “The hat is nice. Keep it for me while I’m gone.”

After one last glance, Law withdraws from the cliffside to catch up with Luffy.

Stubbornly, you say: “I’m sorry about earlier.”

He doesn’t stop walking, not even to turn around and properly face you. He just keeps his pace as he catches up with Luffy and co.

“Forget about it,” he says, with a quick wave of his hand.

#trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #law one piece #law #law x reader #one piece x reader #one piece law #op law #law x reader fluff #one piece fluff #one piece wano

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blond | portgas d. ace

➳ category: modern au · gender neutral reader

➳ warning: light profanity

➳ summary: Ace wants to go blond and you help him achieve the look.

➳ note: don't know if anyone's written something like this before but blond ace is sending me, pls link blond ace fanworks and i'll happily die inside

“I want to go blond.”

Looking up from your phone, you see Ace standing in front of you in his usual getup: house slippers, black shorts, and shirtless. He has his red-beaded necklace around his neck and his arm and back tattoos decorate his toned muscles. His black wavy locks are tousled, his fingers messing them even more.

You don’t know what to say to this.

“Go blond then,” you tell him, eyes going back down on your phone but your ears are attentive nonetheless. Ace takes this as a sign of approval and encouragement, and he grins widely for the whole world to see his joy, that his significant other finally approved of him bleaching his virgin hair.

“Babe, you’re letting me?” he asks to make sure. You look up from your smartphone again and slowly nod. His face brightens.

“I don’t see why I wouldn’t,” you say. Really, you don’t. Ace is his own person and he can make decisions for himself, and not once have you ever discussed or prohibited him from doing things to his hair. You did tell him once that you loved his black look, but that was back in freshman year when you were still testing the waters with each other. “You’re as free as a bird. Do whatever you want with it.”

“Yes!” As if winning the lottery, Ace groans victoriously and you become even more confused. “So I can do whatever I want and you won’t get mad, is that it?”

You nod once more, this time with knitted eyebrows. “Yes . . . ? Why wouldn’t I let you dye or bleach your hair?”

He shrugs. “Because you like my black hair and you play with it all the time,” he reasons and goes back to combing his locks with his fingers. “You said you loved it naturally . . . don’t you like it anymore?”

You shake your head.

“That’s ridiculous, babe. I like your hair more than I like mine but I’m not restricting you with what you do with your own body,” you say. “Um, well, unless you want to shave all of it and go bald, I don’t think that would really—”

“Work out, yeah,” he finishes for you, eyes rolling to the back of his head and almost laughing. “No problemo, I won’t go bald. Just bleach. Just blond, like Sabo’s. That okay?”

With this one last question, Ace flops on the space beside you on the couch and snuggles himself into your warmth. Automatically, you drop your phone on your belly and wrap your arms around him, one of your hands finding itself on his head to rake his hair yourself. Ace hums in content.

“Of course it’s okay,” you say. He smiles warmly. “So do you, like, need help with it or what? Haven’t bleached your hair yourself right? Zero experience.”

“I’m a virgin,” he says out of nowhere and you mentally face-palm. “I’m a virgin hair-dyer.”

“I don’t think that’s a word,” you comment.

“And I have virgin hair,” he ignores your remark and finishes his sentence. With a wide tight-lipped smile, Ace stands back up and runs to his room. But before doing so, he tells you that he’ll be back in half an hour with the necessary materials.

You’re scrolling through Instagram when Ace storms into your apartment with a paper bag of bleach, its complementary equipment, and random things he bought along the way. He puts the bag down on the kitchen island and unpacks the food he bought and dashes to the bathroom with the rest of the bag’s contents in hand.

You leave your phone on the couch as you follow Ace into the bathroom, wondering what he’s up to next. As expected, he’s neatly laying down the equipment he bought and proudly looks at them and you back and forth.

“Ta-da,” he sings, discarding the paper bag in the process. You laugh. “I have everything here, from the bleach, photo samples for reference, that bowl and brush thing you use for the dye? Then I also have that thing that you wrap around your neck like a bib.”

You nod in amusement. “You really got the whole package.”

“Of course I did. If I’m saying goodbye to my natural color then I should have all the tools like a pro.” He puts his hands on his hips and stares at you in the mirror. “What do you think?”

“I think we should get started,” you say, putting both of your hands on his shoulders. You bring a chair from the kitchen and heave it to the bathroom in front of the sink and mirror and order Ace to sit. He follows obediently, and stares at his black hair for probably the last time.

You ready the developer and bleaching powder he prepared and feel excitement build up inside of you. Right, you’re realizing that Ace is changing his appearance at the moment. In the last three years you’ve been with him, Ace hasn’t dared to change the way he puts and organizes himself because most of the accessories he dons symbolize something important to him, or are tributes to special memories and people he keeps close to his heart. His black hair is reminiscent of his father, and changing its hue is like swiping him of a memory.

Nonetheless, Ace is excited because he heard once that his mother had blond wavy shoulder-length blond hair, with almost the same waviness as his current one. To have him look more like his mother is a relief, somehow. It’s as if she never passed.

After mixing the powder with the developer, you thoroughly comb his hair with a hairbrush then gradually apply the bleach on his head. Ace internally screams with his mouth hung open. On the first contact of the brush with his head, he gasps.

“That’s cold,” he says. You apply more of it on his hair. “Oh fuck, that’s weird. Can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You empty the bowl of bleach until Ace’s head is fully covered. By the end of the application, parts of his hair are starting to lift.

You put a shower cap on his head to wait for the bleach to settle. For the meantime, he munches down on the sour cream chips he bought earlier as he observes his locks slowly lifting.

Once 40 minutes have passed, you bring Ace back to the bathroom to rinse the bleach off and put shampoo in. You end it with one final rinse after a 30-minute wait on applying toner.

Ace lets his hair dry with a hair blower and you go back to work on his head once done. Taking products from your own drawer, you style your boyfriend’s hair to perfection until he’s satisfied with the appearance.

You take your hand mirror and show Ace the back of his now blond head, awaiting for his reply. He smiles brightly at the mirror and plays with his hair.

“This is the best that I can do. Can’t give you a haircut, sorry,” you tell him.

“No, this is already really great,” he reassures, still playing and moving his head around to see all the other angles. “Goddamn, you did it justice. Be my hairdresser baby, you’re good at this.”

“I’ll be your hairdresser if I miraculously do this good again,” you say. You comb his hair with your fingers and he shivers. “Blond looks so good on you, what the hell?”

“I think it’s time to brag about it on the Internet,” he says as he reaches for his phone and quickly snaps a couple of mirror shots of his new hair. “You won’t mind, would you?”

“Not at all,” you say. As Ace takes pictures of his new look, you go on cleaning duty and tidy the sink and counter after the bleaching mess.

Ace wasn’t lying when he said he was going to brag about your wonderful work on his hair, because hours later, Sabo (his second brother) was ranting about how his naturally blond hair is being outshone while Luffy (the youngest) is deciding whether or not he should match the two.

#one piece ace #one piece x reader #ace one piece #ace x reader #ace x you #ace x y/n #portgas d. ace x reader #portgas d. ace #portgas d. ace x you #portgas d. ace x y/n #ace imagine

[namism]

I feel like writing an epistolary fanfic for Sanji, addressed to the reader from him about how he’s slowly fallen in love with the reader as time passed 😩😮‍💨 at first he would be comparing you to the different people he’s liked but as the story advances he’d talk about you more alone. I imagine it to be a sweet “coming-to-terms-with-my-feelings” fic or something lmfao idk it’s a draft for now

#namism dump #namism prompts #one piece sanji #op sanji #sanji imagine #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #one piece #sanji #sanji one piece #sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji #sanji smut

[namism]

college rooming with: sabo

➳ category: college au · established relationship · gender neutral reader

➳ warning: none

Sabo doesn’t dorm on campus. He owns the campus.

Kidding aside, Sabo’s family is affluent and his grandparents run the university. His grandmother is the President and his grandfather is the Dean. His father is a professor in the Humanities department who also happens to be one of your professors.

That said, Sabo is freer than most because he has the faculty on his side, so when he asks his grandfather if he can move out of the dorms yet still keep his room halfway through freshman year, he’s permitted by the office.

So now, with the power of the Dean, Sabo basically has three places to call home. One on campus, one where he grew up, and one in a nearby condominium.

All those places at 18.

Naturally, this bit of information surprises you when you learn about it, but as time passes you become accustomed to it.

Before dating you, Sabo would have you swing by his campus dorm because it was more convenient. At that time, he was preparing for his finals so staying at the dorm was a better approach.

You studied with him after building your personal space at the corner of the room. When it was time for a break, you would stop and pull him to the couch to cuddle.

It was a cycle of studying and cuddling until finals ended. When your schedules were less hectic, he would bring you to his apartment off campus.

And now as his significant other, he wants you to hang out at his place off campus more than the onsite dorm. This is because you’ve made the mutual decision to get used to living together until your parents approve it, and so far you’re both doing a great job.

Rooming with Sabo is very domestic and sweet. It feels like you’re out of college sometimes. You have a personal drawer in his bedroom—which is also your room at this point—and traces of you are littered around his flat. Your skincare products are mixed in with his, your Squishmallows are often used as couch pillows, and your favorite snacks are stored in the pantry.

Your influence is prominent in the living room layout and the way the kitchen is organized. Bits and pieces of you are everywhere in Sabo’s flat that it no longer belongs to him but also to you.

Cooking and cleaning are assigned to whoever wants to do them, but you find yourself taking these chores as of late while Sabo helps in the background. To return the favor, he takes care of all the bills for being a good partner to him.

You refuse this practice at first but end up allowing it, after thorough convincing.

In terms of hygiene, you and Sabo are in the clear. You’re both hygienic and it’s reflected on the organized apartment with squeaky clean marble floors and white bricked walls that look freshly painted.

You’re both living in a modern day aesthetic apartment and it motivates you to clean all the time because everything is so bright. This fact also influences you to be physically clean.

Curfew is non-existent since you’re always with Sabo when you go home late anyway. Since you don’t permanently live at his, if you ever stay past his usual bedtime because of school matters, you’ll crash over at a friend’s dorm instead because it’s more convenient. Sabo is fine with this as long as he knows you’re safe.

As for transportation, it’s not an issue. Sabo is the type of guy to charmingly have everything so it’s expected that he has a car . . . sorry, correction. It’s expected that he has a lot of cars.

He isn’t a car fanatic but he isn’t ignorant either. Having more than one vehicle did stress him out when he first moved in the condo because every flat was only entitled to one parking lot each. Additional parking space required a huge fee.

Stressed out, Sabo ended up buying additional lots instead. So really, transportation is not an issue. If he’s in a good mood, he’d even let you choose which car to drive.

Overall, rooming with Sabo is a good experience especially if you’re in an established relationship. If you aren’t with him yet, he’s still pretty good because he’s willing to help whenever and with whatever you need help in. He’s the type of person who you can trust to never neglect his duties, so he’s one to look out for if you want a good roommate (and a good boyfriend) during your college years.

#one piece #one piece sabo #sabo x reader #sabo x you #sabo x y/n #sabo imagine #op sabo #one piece sabo x reader

[namism]

Do you write for plus size readers?

yes, if people want me to!

i try to keep my reader as neutral as possible but i do accept requests for a reader who has similar characteristics as mine or is in communities that i’m a part of (southeast asian, lgbt, etc.) i’m not plus sized but i’ve been overweight since birth :’) so you can decide whether or not you want to send in a request for it

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[namism]

When I request a fic or a hc does my request have to be detailed?

You can be as detailed as you want! If you want the final product to have specific scenes or details then you’ll have to inform me beforehand just so that I’m aware. You can also just give me a prompt to start with and leave the rest of it up to me, although I do get terrified of these requests sometimes since expectations are hard to meet 🤧

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[namism]

do you think we can see some nami fics? i'd love to see more content with her in x reader stuff!

of course! i can't be a real namism practitioner if i don't write for my favorite 🥺 i was halfway through writing a short fic for her but with a female reader since it's part of the plot. i do have a working draft for her with a reader of any gender sooo hopefully that will go well!

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[namism]

hi! i love your writing and i’d love to see more ace and sabo fics from you!

hellooo MY GOD thank you so much!! 🥺🥺 this ask totally made my day. next in line on my to-be-published list is sabo (headcanons) and i have an ace fic on the way although it’s hardcore nsfw… i’m def going to have to write one that is more age appropriate

thank you for the help! it means a lot 🥹

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