#my favorite one is 'traffy'

[dynamic-dingo]

Hi, I’m Dingo (or Dyna)

I’ve been working on this mascot the past week, pausing every now and then to do something else. She is, well, a dingo (shocking, isn’t it?). Why is she a dingo? I was looking for something that’d go good with dynamic, and dingo happened to stick the best from my options.

I like to draw, write, and read, they are my main hobbies. I’m usually reading, mainly manga or fanfiction, as I prefer it over watching anime/shows. I also like animals and colorful things (like lights).

I don’t like spiders or bad weather (sirens go with this), I’m actually very scared of them. Annoying things can be repeated tapping, loud eating, hearing other people’s devices, etc. 

The fandoms I’m in are Blue Lock, BNHA, Pokémon, One Piece, Black Clover, Jujutsu Kaisen, Naruto, Obey Me, and the Index series (A Certain Magical Index, A Certain Scientific Accelerator, A Certain Scientific Railgun). I might have forgotten some, my memory isn’t good enough to remember them all.

Well, that’s me...or well, it’s my mascot, but she does represent me.

#Dyna makes Art #Dingo makes Art #Digital Art #Reference Sheet #Mascot #Art #Human #Dingo #I have too many favorites in Blue Lock #My favorite in BNHA is Bakugou #My favorite Pokémon is Hydreigon #My favorite in One Piece is Traffy (Law) #My favorite in Black Clover is Luck #I have to catch up in Jujutsu Kaisen but my favorite is Maki...I think #My favorites in Naruto is all of The Akatsuki #Solomon replaced Mammon as my favorite in Obey Me #and Accelerator is my favorite in the Index series

[bby-deerling]

death's touch (zoro x reader nsfw)

zoro gets himself all jealous and worked up over nothing, smut ensues! afab!reader, same continuity as my other zoro x reader fics, but as always they can be read as standalones (i'll make a masterlist eventually...)

nsfw, 18+, mdni, wc 3.7k

cw for alcohol consumption, tipsy sex

Roronoa Zoro thought he knew what jealousy was.  He had completely dismissed it as an irrelevant emotion, a brief needle prick at his heart when the curly-browed freak mooned over you.  Like a mosquito bite, it was a brief annoyance that was forgotten as quickly as it came.  So why did it bother him so deeply that Traffy was following you around the ship like a stray cat, lurking in your shadows?

He respected Trafalgar Law as a man, a reluctant drinking buddy, and even as a swordsman, but on the way from Dressrosa to Zou, he had gotten far too close with you for his comfort.  For a man that was so often brooding and intense, it was strange to see him opening up and rambling to you about coins, or intensely discussing books the two of you had both read.  He even was disrupting the usual morning rituals you shared; during breakfast when you, as usual, move to quietly snatch a few extra pieces of bacon from his plate, Zoro grabs your wrist and teasingly calls you a gremlin. Before he can drop the façade, cave to the power of your mischievous grin and throw you his scraps, the surgeon had already quietly slid a few pieces of his own onto your plate.

It didn’t help that the two of you had toned down your already limited public displays of affection in an attempt to hide your relationship from Law; after all, he was a temporary ally.  However, as a side effect, Zoro was barely sleeping, restless without you pressed against him.  He had become accustomed to entangling your limbs together and napping out on the deck at least twice a day, and he was missing it like hell.  Only getting to drown himself in the comfort of your skin at nights while the two of you kept watch was beginning to slowly drive him insane.

The rest of the crew thought you were fighting; the rumor had started as an observation from Nami at the abnormal distance you two were keeping over the past few days, followed by Usopp blowing it out of proportion and spreading it around to other members of the crew.  The mere notion offended Zoro.  The two of you were so in tune with each other’s needs that you had never even gotten into so much as an argument.  Rare feelings of irritation that cropped up were fixed with a rough sparring session, voicing your feelings without words and smoothing them over with massages and long, relaxing baths.  You two simply understood each other, as deeply as two people possibly could.  So why was Traffy always staring at you with that glint in his eyes as if he knew exactly what was swirling around in your beautiful mind?

His chest nearly bursts as he stares at you sitting next to him at the bar, the glow of the aquarium casting a soft blue hue on your face.  You speak, but the blood in his head pounds so loud that he doesn’t catch the name of the drink you request from the cook.  He’s about to lean in and tease you about the hangover you’ll inevitably have the next day, the one you get every time the idiot cook serves you these fruity cocktails, but Law beats him to it, rambling in his usual dry monotone about the health effects of sugary alcoholic drinks.  Zoro clenches his jaw in annoyance, even though he knows damn well if you were telling him the exact same information he would’ve been completely engrossed in the conversation.

Sanji whispers something in your ear as he slides your drink across the bar; it’s a cosmopolitan—one of your favorites.  Preferring to drink his sake straight, he only bothers learning the name of cocktails that you like, since he knows he’ll have to figure out how to make them for you some day when the shitty cook isn’t around to wait on you hand and foot.

“For the last time, we’re not fighting, blondie!” he hears you hiss at the cook, drinking about half of your carefully crafted drink in one swig.  No matter how hard you tried, you could never manage to drink slowly, which often led to you throwing up until your entire body was left shaking.  He catches himself wondering if Traffy would still be enamored with you if he had to deal with you puking over the side of the boat.  Would the surgeon find your futile endeavors to match the pace of someone twice your size endearing in the same way that he did?  Given Law’s usual intolerance for goofy antics and drunken shenanigans, probably not.

Zoro’s train of thought is broken when you swing around on your bar stool to face him, slotting your legs in between his, then spreading them slightly to make sure your thighs were pressed together.  If you were both sober, he would’ve had the willpower to only allow the touch to go on for a few moments before pulling away, but his current haze of liquor and envy made him feel like he had something to prove.  A lovestruck smile was plastered across your face, staring up dreamily at him.  Heart on your sleeve, he appreciated that your emotions were always unabashedly raw, open, and on display; it saved him a lot of guesswork and allowed you to talk without speaking in your own secret, silent language. 

It also fed his ego tremendously that just the thought of him had you so worked up that it was shamelessly written all over your face.

“Tipsy yet, lil’ demon?” he murmurs lowly to you, already knowing the answer.  The right amount of alcohol in your system always turned you into a tease.

“Mhm!” you hum; satisfaction blooms in his chest when your face flushes bright red at the sound of his voice.  Mischief laces your eyes as you ask, “Got any sake for me tonight?”

Zoro knew the game you were playing very well, but he couldn’t help but fall for it every time.  Small whispers laced with innuendo and tiny, teasing little touches that appeared innocent on the surface slowly escalated until one of you couldn’t help yourselves anymore; he had a feeling he was going to be the one to give in first tonight despite the risk involved.

“Not yet.” he teased, sliding your drink closer to you.  “Finish this one first and maybe I’ll think about giving it to you.”  Your wanting gaze never breaks from his steel grey eye, completely transfixed on his cocky grin; your thighs press even closer to his, amusing yourself at the way the swordsman was already unraveling with such a subtle touch.  Zoro’s hand starts to move, intending to discretely trace his fingers across your thigh. Uncharacteristically he found himself not caring who saw, and perhaps hoping that a certain surgeon was staring.

Then, all of a sudden, you’re gone, whisked away to dance with Nami as Brook belts out one of the navigator’s favorite songs.  Even with the liquor in your system you have two left feet, but Nami is also too tipsy to judge and simply takes the lead instead.  Zoro scowls as the navigator sticks her tongue out and winks at him as she spins you around and pulls you close; he had a feeling she intended to make him suffer tonight for his "wrongdoings" in the completely fictional fight that her and Usopp had concocted in their own minds.

At some point, to your delight, Luffy cuts in, grabbing you and swinging you around.  Neither of you are moving in a way that truly qualifies as dancing as per usual; it’s more holding hands and slinging each other across the room with his rubbery arms than anything else.  You’re grinning from ear to ear and laughing so hard your sides ache until Luffy slings you a bit too far and accidentally lets go of your hands, hurtling you towards the aquarium tank. Robin spawns a huge hand behind the bar to catch you; however, the collision never comes.

“Room.”

“Shambles.”

A paper napkin gently flutters in the air on its way to the floor, and you’re in Law’s lap, dizzy at the sudden change in acceleration and direction.  As soon as you snap out of your disoriented state and realize where you are, you slip off of his thighs and to your feet, but when you try to walk away, you feel a hand at your waist, presumably to stabilize you.

“Be more careful, ____-ya.” he rumbles in your ear as his precise, tattooed fingers teasingly tap the bare skin of your side underneath your cropped shirt, one by one.  He does it so smoothly that Zoro wonders if you even registered it.

One, two, three, four, five.  Five inked fingers trying to mark his woman, overflowing with light and warmth, with the sick touch of death.   Five fingers dig into Zoro’s bottle of sake, one by one, poking holes in the bottle; he sighs and sloppily chugs the rest of the spirits flowing out from the broken bottle as Luffy, Usopp and Franky cheer.  He doesn’t dare look up at Sanji as he slams the empty bottle on the table—the last thing he needs to see right now is that twirly-browed cook giving him a shit-eating grin, or worse, having to hear his whiny voice taunt him.

Instead, his glance ends up meeting Nami’s, something he immediately regrets upon seeing the absolutely evil look on her face as she approaches.

“Apple pie shots!” she demands.  Zoro sighs in relief.  That didn’t sound too bad.  She calls you over, insisting her shot was first.  She leans her head back against the bar, mouth open as you and Zoro take turns pouring pieces of the recipe in.  Vanilla vodka, apple cider, a smidge of cinnamon, finished off with a squirt of whipped cream and swished together in her mouth.  Her thumb runs across her lips, and she slurps up the excess whipped cream with a pop, nearly killing Sanji from blood loss in the process as she trades places with you.

Zoro can barely focus as he helps Nami pour the same concoction into your mouth.  One of his hands gently strokes the side of your face, brushing stray strands of hair away from your mouth as a feeble excuse to touch you.  He had planned it all out in his head, strategically placing his fingers so he could catch the spare whipped cream from your lips on his thumb, but Nami somehow beats him to it.

“You witch!” he hissed under his breath.

“Better luck next time, Zoro!” she teases.  “Maybe if you apologize to her about whatever you’re fighting about, I’ll let you get away with it next time.”

“We’re not fighting!” Zoro exclaims, frustrated.  He glances over at you, lost in your own world, head still on the table and buzzing with the pleasant rush of alcohol, a dopey smile on your face.

“Yeah right!  You’ve both been acting weird since we got back on the ship.  And I just know it’s your fault!” Nami replies, pointing at the swordsman, making him roll his eyes.

Her hands wave in front of your face to get your attention, and you sit up with a smile.  “Want another?” she asks.  “I bet I can get Law to pour for you if you want!”

Blood floods into the swordsman's ears as his head begins to pound, senses clouded; he entirely misses the longing stare you give him as Nami rambles on about something else that was probably meant to piss him off. Zoro nearly loses his temper.  He wants to tell Nami to quit screwing around and interfering with something that’s none of her business, tell the insufferable idiot cook to stop giving him that smarmy look he keeps catching in his peripheral vision, and tell Trafalgar Law to keep his damn hands off his woman. 

Before he can do anything but clench his jaw in frustration, your eyes widen before clamping your hand over your mouth and dashing out of the aquarium bar, headed up towards the deck—Luffy swinging you around like a makeshift amusement park ride probably didn’t do wonders to stabilize your stomach. He’s about to run after you, switch flipped in his brain as he prepares to spend the night taking care of you. However, he is stopped dead in his tracks by the navigator and the cook laughing hysterically.

“What’s so damn funny?” he asks, eye narrowed.

“I think that’s the worst excuse to sneak away that you guys have come up with yet.” Nami giggles, motioning to the empty space on the bar, puzzling the swordsman, staring blankly at the tabletop.

“Earth to idiot moss-head,” the cook says, waving his hands in front of the swordsman’s face, “she took the whipped cream with her.”

He knew you like the back of his hand and as a result, you rarely surprised him; however, he hadn't expected you to break first tonight, especially from such a small amount teasing.

Zoro’s out the door before he can catch a lecture from Sanji about wasting food.

As if.  He’s never been more hungry in his life.

He’s fast, but you’re faster, slipping into the girls’ quarters, out of your clothes, and into your most revealing nightgown before he can catch up to you.

“Need you.” you whisper when he slams the door shut, locks it, and stalks towards you.  “Need you so bad Zoro.”

“Need you too…” he murmurs as he backs you into the dresser, pressing his knee between your thighs and biting down on your neck.  His tongue gently soothes the skin marked by his teeth, and he smirks when he hears you gasp.

Pulling back slightly, knee still firmly pressed between your legs, he gently taps your jaw with his fingertips and grabs the can of whipped cream.  “Open up, pretty girl.” he whispers as you comply.  He squirts some in your mouth, and you make a show of leaving more than usual on your lips. 

“Messy girl… Can’t have you wasting food…” he teases as he licks the corner of your mouth.

Zoro tries so hard to not lose himself in the ecstasy of your lips and maintain his slow, teasing pace as he licks up every last bit of the sugary cream from around your mouth, but he just can’t help it when your slender fingers rake through his hair and pull him into you, tongues frantically mixing together.  One of his hands caresses your face as he deepens the kiss, and the other trails up your thigh underneath your nightgown.  You whine against his mouth as his hand nears, and then slips past where you need it most, rubbing circles into your hip bones with his thumb.  His hand wanders further upward, gripping your waist.  He presses his fingertips into your skin over and over again, trying frantically to scrub away the surgeon’s touch.  You realize what he’s doing, and gently run your thumb across his jaw, prompting him to pull back and look into your eyes that were brimming with concern.

“I’ve had enough of the grim reaper hovering around you.” he rasps out. 

He curses the fact that he knows his eye is giving his bleeding heart away; however, he knows his feelings would eventually present themselves to you in some other way.  They always did, and you always received them with the dignity, care, and respect they deserved.  He protected the crew with his body, but you were the only one who could be trusted to protect his heart and soul.

The next few exchanges you share are nonverbal.

Your hand falls to his shoulder, tracing soothing lines across his collarbone, still locking eyes with him.  “Zoro, it’s not like that.”

His thumb gently strokes your cheek, gaze hardening.  “I know.  He still crossed a line.”

The light in your eyes dims slightly, eyebrows beginning to knit with worry.  “I’m s—”

His lips slam against yours, intending to stop your train of thought in its tracks.  “Don’t you dare apologize. Not when you’ve done nothing wrong.  Not when you’re being so good for me.”

His grip on your waist gets stronger, still trying to wipe away Law’s touch as you both become consumed by each other.  Mind fuzzy with the blend of alcohol and pleasure, Zoro feels absolutely drunk when he drops his hand downward and feels the pool of arousal already coating your thighs.  Your moan vibrates against his mouth as he traces his index finger along your slit, causing you to buck your hips against him; for a demon, he feels awfully close to heaven as he turns you into a mess with his touch.

“Pretty girl… getting so wet for me…” he mumbled against your lips as he lifts your lower half off the ground; wrapping your legs around him tightly, he carries you to your bed. 

Mouths still locked in an intense kiss, his hand goes back to teasing your core, fingers tracing the outline of your hole but pulling back before they can sink in.  Lewd, muffled moans and pleas for him to bury his fingers inside of you rolled off your tongue, still tasting of whipped cream, booze, and a hint of cinnamon.  Finally, he gives in and sinks a finger inside of you, making you gasp out.  He’s painfully slow with his movements, and when he adds another finger and starts curling them upward, you’re a complete mess.

His thumb starts circling your clit, staying right where it should despite the way your hips shudder against his touch, desperate for more friction.

“The ink on his fingers is pretty, but there’s no way he could get you to fall apart like this, is there?” he whispers in your ear.  A string of lewd, unintelligible sounds falls off your lips in response; he smirks knowing he’s got you close.

“Let go, pretty girl… cum for me…” he says in your ear, and smirks as the movement in your hips becomes erratic.

“That’s my girl…” he murmurs as your blood rushes to your cheeks, orgasm crashing like a wave across your body.

The moan you let out as he pulls his fingers out of you and replaces them with his cock nearly causes him to immediately spill into you, but he collects his composure, thumb continuing to circle your clit slowly and gently.  You’re still twitching around him after coming so hard, but he’s determined to push you off the cliff again as he thrusts slowly and deeply inside you. 

Pulling back from your lips to get a good look at your face, you have that dreamy look in your eyes again, and he knows he can’t hide it when he involuntarily mirrors your expression back at you.

“You’re mine, y’know that?” you smile, hand stroking his cheek reverently. 

Zoro’s hand mirrors your action, in awe of the way you always seemed to be able to tame him, even when he thought he had control.  “’Course I do.” he whispers back. 

When he resumes his pace, the kisses he presses against your eager mouth and the teasing of your clit becomes more urgent, craving to feel you get off around his cock.  Noticing you’re getting close, he flips you over onto your stomach, desperate to bury himself even deeper inside of you.

His breath is hot on your ear, and your strangled gasps are hot and humid as your face presses into your pillow.  His pace picks up, both with his thrusts and his motions on your clit, nearly sending you over the edge.

“Who’s the only one that can fuck you like this?” he asks, his deep voice sending tingles through your whole body.

“You, Zoro…” you reply, words muffled by your pillow.

“Didn’t catch that,” he says, slowing down and causing you to whine and grind your hips against his hand, “say it again, babe.”

“Roronoa Zoro!” you cry out, making him groan and resume his former pace that had you so close.

“And what’s your name gonna be someday, pretty girl?” he asks, thrusts getting impossibly deeper as he starts to lose control.

“Roronoa ____…” you reply, voice nearly cracking from trying to hold back a moan.

“Damn right,” he rasps, “cause you’re my fucking girl.”  The pressure of his fingers against your clit deepens, finally letting you come as your walls flutter around him.  He’s not far behind, hips snapping frantically against yours as he paints your insides white.

“Love you.” he murmurs in your ear, collapsed on top of you with his cock still twitching inside you.  “Love you so much.”

“Love you more.” you reply with a soft smile, twisting your head so you can plant a kiss on his cheek.  “Love you more than anything.”

And you almost fall asleep like that, completely vulnerable with your souls intertwined in your cracked open ribs, until you feel a hand grab your ankle, making you shriek.

Zoro groans and quickly helps you clean up as you both dress, you putting on your nightgown, adding a much more modest robe on top, and him pulling his sweatpants back up, not bothering to put on a shirt.  The disembodied hand demands a response from you: thumbs-up or thumbs down.  You tilt its thumb up, and Robin unlocks the door and grabs a sweater from her dresser, stepping around your discarded clothes.

“I see you two have made up…” she says, smirking.

“We weren’t fighting!” you both protest simultaneously, causing the archaeologist to chuckle.

“Are you sure?  Usopp was spinning quite the tale downstairs…” she continues; trying to weasel more information out of you.

“We were just trying to be discreet in front of our company.” you mumble.

Robin chuckles, hand covering her mouth, “Cat’s out of the bag now.  I’ll ask Franky to fix the creak in your bed.”  Both of your faces turn bright red as she leaves, mortified and embarrassed like you always were on the rare occasions you were caught in the act.  While the crew all knew of your attachment to each other, you both preferred for anything more intimate than a kiss on the forehead to remain private when possible.

Alone once more, Zoro spins you around to face him, and places his forehead against yours as he holds you.  The serene smile on your face is filled with love and peace, and he succumbs to the overwhelming urge to ignore your crewmates for the rest of the night, pull you close and keep you in his arms as long as possible. 

The pangs of jealousy that had wormed their way into his skin earlier were long forgotten, rolling off him like one of the cook’s stupid insults.  In fact, he caught himself feeling glad that Traffy had made a friend, despite his constant dismissal of most of the crew save for Robin.  Especially a friend as loyal and understanding as you.  Maybe you could even convince him to quit being so damn miserable and lighten up for once.

He almost laughs at the thought as he runs his fingers through your hair and presses aimless kisses along your jawline.  That’s a tall order, even for a ball of sunshine like you.

#one piece x reader #x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece smut #mdni #18+ mdni #this was supposed to be short and sweet... then i couldn't stop writing... #zoros being kinda melodramatic here but blame it on the alcohol #obsessed with soft zoro sorry not sorry

[pocket-jack]

Luffy: New island is so cool! I wish I could bye a gift for Traffy... Maybe some fruit cake?... Oh damn, but I don't know what kinda fruits he likes...

Corazon: He likes strawberry a lot

Luffy: Wha-...

"Luffy stares at a figure hidden behind the boxes. The only things that visible is a big dark coat, red hat and a hand, holding a cigarette"

Luffy: Are you from Traffy's crew? You should be if you know him that much!

Corazon: ....

Luffy: I saw the shop that sales strawberry pies... He will absolutely love it! Thank you, Traffy's crewma-

Luffy, turns to him, but sees nothing: Oh... He's already gone...

Luffy: Traffy, I got you some strawberry cakes!

Law: Wha... Why?

Luffy: Because I wanted to make you a gift! And I know you liked strawberries, so...

Law, receiving a gift, confused as hell: Wait, but... How did you know that? I'm pretty sure I haven't told you what my favorite fruit were

Luffy: Oh! One of your crewmates told me!

Law, confused more, because the only person who knew he loves strawberries was Corazon: What??? Wait, what did he looked like???

Luffy: Mmm, I'm not sure... Dark coat? Red hat? And he also had a cigarette in his hand. Traffy? You look paler than usual... Is something wrong?

Law scared as hell: ......

Law: No... Nothing wrong.........

Law, hugging Luffy: Thank you for the gift, Luffy-ya. I love it... Really.

Luffy: Nishishi! You should thank this guy for me! He runned off so quickly! What a shy guy!

Law: Yeah.... I'm gonna thank him.....

Law, staring at the cakes on his table: How should I react on that?

Law, looking up at the ceiling: Cora-san? Is that your form of appreciation?

Law, smiling sadly: It's seems that you love Luffy too, huh?

"Law can't explain it really, but at some moment he felt a familiar hand lay on his head and then disappear quickly"

Law: Yeah... Thank you for the cake, I guess

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What if Luffy can see ghost sometimes thanks to his observation Haki? He's too stupid to understand that it's a ghost and why does some people hide away from his gaze... But he can bet he saw a familiar orange hat on every island of the New World. He just thinks he's hallucinating, that's all

#one piece #lawlu #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar law #corazon

[adigitalsky]

some very quick sketches of Traffy, I think he’s rapidly becoming one of my favorite characters

#skys art #trafalgar d water law #monkey d. luffy #HES SO FUN #this poor man is miserable and quickly getting pulled into luffys wake

[tatsumessy]

Captain jealous of their crewmate ~

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Pairing: Shanks and Law

Theme: Fluff Jealousy

Synopsis: Being their wife they expect your attention to always be on them.

Request:

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Normally a day with you would be sitting in Laws office with your legs on his lap as he looked through files and you read your second book for the day. But things changed when he started getting busy and has barely had time for you.

So you’ve found yourself doing other things on the ship. For the past week you had been hanging out with Bepo most of the day and you’d only see your husband at night when it was night time.

Currently you and Bepo were in the kitchen baking a cake. It happened to be your birthday which you never really celebrated because of lack of people to celebrate with. When it slipped out of your mouth infront of Bepo he pulled you into the kitchen and the both of you were making a cake.

“What’s your favorite flavor?” He asked as more of your crew mates started walking in. “Red velvet.” He started looking through the cabinets for the ingredients and as everyone started to join all of you were having fun making the cake.

“Why isn’t the captain in here with us?” Someone asked, “He’s working.” You responded dipping your finger in the batter and trying it, your face lit up from the taste and you went back in for some more but you were stopped. “Double dipping is nasty Y/n.” Bepo said making a disgusted face, you laughed at him and walked away with your hands up.

Suddenly everyone in the room got quiet and when you turned around you were met face to face with your tired husband. “Hi honey. We’re we too loud.” He sighed and started rubbing the bridge of his nose, “Yes. What are you guys even doing?” He looked around the kitchen noticing the huge mess that all of you made. “Making a cake for Y/n’s birthday.” Bepo said out of excitement.

“Her birthday isn’t for another month.” He said crossing his arms over his chest, everyone in the room shook their heads no and one of the guys pointed to the date on the calendar hanging on the wall. In that moment you wish you had a camera in hand. He looked so shocked and disappointed in himself like how could he let work consume him to the point that he forgot your birthday.

“Traffy don’t worry about it. I know your busy. It’s not that important, Bepo just wanted to make a cake-” “Is Bepo your husband now?” He said glaring at Bepo, “Stop that. Bepo did nothing wrong.” You rolled your eyes sarcastically pushing him out the kitchen and the both of you walked back to your shared bedroom.

You closed the door and locked it behind you so that you two had privacy. “What’s wrong with you, glaring at him like that.” He plopped down on the bed crossing his arms and legs. “You’ve been spending everyday this week with him and you haven’t even spent time with me.” You tried to hold it in but you busted out laughing at his statement.

“That’s what you’re upset about? I’ve only been spending time with him because you’ve been busy and I thought my presence was distracting you.” Rolling his eyes he stood up hooking his hand under your chin, he leaned in giving you a gentle kiss then pulling away in embarrassment. “You don’t distract me, I was more distracted when you weren’t there. And I’m sorry…for forgetting your birthday.” You smiled grabbing his face and planting an aggressive kiss back on his lips.

“Why are you apologizing? I could never be mad at you.” He pulled you close to him while putting his face in the crook of your neck. “Good.”

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Everyone knew how friendly the red haired pirates were and how friendly your husband was. He just sometimes didn’t like how friendly you were with his crew mates, it wasn’t a flirty type of friendly more like an sister type of friendly.

He didn’t show it but he felt like he was more of your friend than your husband. Hell you two were more friendly than romantic, but he never showed it.

Just like any other day you were sitting on the deck with most of the crew talking about quite literally anything when shanks walked over and sat down next to you. With his arm he wrapped it around your waist pulling you to sit on his lap.

Whenever you both were affectionate I’m never mattered where you two were, it would just be you two in your own world. Admittedly you were shocked by his actions and the skirt you were wearing had rode up your thighs dangerously high.

“Hi baby.” He said giving you a closed eye smile, “Hi.” You responded laughing as the two of you again went into your own world talking about something while he casually flirted with you. You were both interrupted by someone bringing you something to drink and before you could sip from it shanks took it and drank most of it then handed it to you smiling.

“She doesn’t like Apple flavor.” He said to the man then looked back at you who had a standstill expression. “What was the reason…and why are you clinging so tight.” You whined trying to get out of his grip but he wouldn’t budge, “I missed my wife.” He said laughing as he watched you struggle.

“You see me everyday.” “Everyday is not enough I just need to be in you so that we’re always together.” You widened your eyes using your hand to cover his mouth, “You say the most outrageous things Shanks.” He laughed kissing your hands then giving you a long kiss not caring who was watching.

#one piece x you #one piece #one piece shanks #one piece fluff #one piece angst #op #op shanks #red haired pirates #red haired shanks #trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #Trafalgar fluff #Trafalgar angst #ace sabo luffy #going merry #one piece trafalgar law

[leakyweep]

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A2 - Rosinante / Modern AU

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No warnings, only fluff <3

The soft pitter-patter of rain made you sigh and cross your arms. You surely hadn’t expected it to rain here, as the sky was blue only minutes ago, but as you grumbled about your hair Cora laughed and grabbed your hand. His mocha eyes swirled with excitement as he exclaimed, “We gotta dance in it!”

You scoffed and lifted your grocery bags, raising your brows. “We got these. Plus, what about our clothes? And we’d be cold!” You counted each qualm on your fingers until suddenly your grocery bags were on the ground under the awning and your hand engulfed in your silly boyfriend’s. He tugged you out into the parking lot and into the drizzle, making you squeal.

“Let’s have some fun! Dance with me!” He giggled and pulled you close.

“There’s not even any music!”

"We'll make our own."

Cora's strong arms pulled you onto his shoes, despite how expensive they were, and spun you both around in the rain. The drizzle had accelerated to a steady rain, and it made your clothing stick to your body as you both twirled under the cool droplets. While you first thought of all the things wrong with it, watching as families and couples rushed to their cars through the parking lot now flooding with puddles of reflective mirrors, you considered the laid back and carefree nature of your tall partner. He often told you all he wanted to see you was relaxed, happy, tranquil.

And you couldn't think of anything more tranquil (or romantic) than dancing with your partner in the rain, whether it be on top of his toes or not.

Clothing clung to your skin, yet his warm chest against you and his giant hands engulfing you made you forget every care you've ever had. He had a way of making you feel blissful. Around and around you spun on top of his loafers, his mind transfixed on that beautiful smile gracing your features. He was head over heels for you and everyone knew it-- and it was a relief that Rosi's usually indifferent adopted nephew enjoyed spending time with you and telling you all about his favorite super heroes.

Cora leaned in to press his forehead to yours with a gentle sigh. It had been a while since he was able to just relax and have fun like this. He didn’t care who was looking; Corazon only cared about you, how you were feeling, if you were happy. And he could tell with that sparkle in your eye, despite all the grumbling, you were. You were his missing puzzle piece. He was so, so grateful to be raising Traf with such an amazing person like you for him to look up to.

"Alright, we gotta get back to the apartment to feed Bepo. Traf isn't gonna be happy if we miss his dinner time again.” Cora snapped himself from his thoughts to kiss you and throw an arm around you, leading you to the car. Before that, though, he wrung out your hair and gave you his hat to shield you from the rain further. “You know how he likes to be punctual.”

“How could I forget? Remember that one time-“

“He gave you a 30 minute lecture for being late to sit down with his superhero show? The image of that little bastard staring daggers through you is forever etched into my brain folds.”

You laughed, which was like the sound of a bell to Rosi, and he helped you into the car to head back home to Traffy. You didn’t even realize the giant, goofy smile on your face, hair stuck to your face and neck, the seat emitting a gentle heat onto your bum to comfort you. But nothing could be more comforting than the man beside you.

#donquixote rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante x you #corazon x reader #corazon x you #liv writes #mi corazon #one piece fanfiction #corazon fanfiction #op #leaky events #x reader

[cursedvida]

Re-watching one of my favorite all time comedies and remembering this guy i totally forgot about and realizing that he could be a really great Trafalgar Law??? I always headcanon Traffy as a mediterranean so yeah idk i just think he fits so well physicalli and he’s also an actor so just perfect

#i can’t take it off my mind now #he’s so Law coded sorry #and also so hot wich is so Law coded too #alosian vivancos #alosian #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #one piece #one piece live action #one piece netflix #opla

[stygianheart]

its a shame your fics dont have more art theyre so good like if I could draw well id probably turn them into picture books. do you wish you had art?

but besides the point I actually have questions and I wanna ask em.

first up, who’s the back up? luffys mentioned the backup a few times and I cant help but wonder who it is. if thats a major spoiler than you dont have to answer but considering your love for this one guy i kinda think its sabo or the rev army. either that or like traffy. it would be funny if it was sabo though because of koby’s brief jealousy of how luffy was talking about him.

this might be just me as an aot fan overanalyzing everything but I feel like that devil fruit in the beginning was something important and so was the auction in broad daylight.

also ive seen a lot of fics where kobys favorite food is buttered potatoes but i think yours is the first where his favorite food is downright plain butter. the guys a psychopath for that. like why would you do that. where did you even get the idea.

I also have some other questions! unfortunately uh revolving around the second favorite ship brymeppo…

does helhippo realize he likes bryan or no? also i really came into the fic thinking I wasnt gonna give a crap about him but somehow you made me like him a lot so kudos to you. his relationship with bryan is so rivals to lovers coded and thats one of my favorite tropes. I really do hope helhippo lives up to his promise and takes bryan to the symphony. I know that wont happen in tsats but if you could make a one shot of helhippo and bryan going out on small dates that would be amazing 🙏 for us rymeppo shippers #rymeppo shippers unite oh and as much as i wanna see bryan take revenge on elijah for all the things the guys done to him i also wanna see helmeppo smash the guys face in. please. kill elijah. I hate him.

omg sorry that this is so long but I still have some more questions!

kobylu wise, who do you think fell first? koby or luffy? its obvious that luffy likes Koby but why hasn’t he said anything? does he understand how he feels? and after this is all said and done how are they going to stay in contact? it’s not like koby can just talk to luffy whenever he wants since hes a marine and luffys the pirate king.

anyway thats all! I hope i was able to help your creativity in some way :)

I mean, yeah, art would be cool. But when it comes to engagement with my fics, the most I hope for is for someone to simply read it. Besides, it’s self indulgent! I’m just writing the stuff for me and sharing it along the way.

Anyway, questions. *pulls out glasses*

The back up? Well, it’s not Traffy, that much I can say. Considering we (last I checked) don’t know if Trafalgar is alive or not, I just decided to…y’know, leave him out.

Greetings, fellow AoT fan, you are NOT mistaken! I kinda like hiding little things in the fic—not EVERYTHING has a purpose like AoT, but a lot of things are put there for a reason. I like being sneaky like that.

And yes. Koby’s a psycho. He eats straight up butter—and said it tastes better when dipped in sugar. I got this weird headcanon from my bestie who also happens to eat butter sticks. I once saw him dip it in sugar and was so disgusted by it, and he was just like “it’s good for you. Besides, it’s ✨tasty✨” like sir no. What on earth. That’s weird. You do you, but please, not in front of me. Besides the point—for some reason I decided to implement that onto Koby. I have a habit of weirdifying characters.

As for the RyMeppo question… I seriously never expected people to love this ship so much wtf. In Chapter 5, Helmeppo is completely unaware of his very obvious crush on (B)Ryan. He thinks he hates Ryan, when it’s obvious it’s more than that. As of Chapter 10, however, the moron is 10000% aware of how he feels. He and Ryan’s relationship is really fun to write with the constant bickering/flirting. I never intended them to be a romantic relationship, but alas, that’s where it headed.

And the KobyLu questions! Yay! Koby definitely fell first and he fell hard—don’t think anyone could fall harder if they tried. As for Luff: he knows how he feels about Koby. Buddy went to Sanji’s school of flirting and failed the classes spectacularly yet tried showing off his grades to Koby. He’s made it very clear how he feels—Koby, unfortunately, is just too damn dense. Luffy could yell “I LOVE YOU” to Koby and he would probably think Luffy meant platonically. He gets his density from me, of course, I’m the exact same way.

I hope I answered your questions well! Thanks for the ask, it actually did help a bit.)))

#ask stygianheart #the sun and the sea #one piece #monkey d luffy #op koby #kobylu

[inkbotsjunkyard]

sanji & law for the ask game 👀

🖤Overall Opinion🖤

Bastard rat man daddy issues prank gone wrong gone sexual? Custom couture punk asshole doctor of my heart this one

🖤Gender/Sexuality Headcanon🖤

I’m always torn between him being a guy who is so weird about sex for like germ and general intimacy issues with emotional vulnerability vs him being a nasty little freak because of his devil fruit powers. Either way Sex with Law is a process and not for the faint of dick

Also I never thought about it before but I think if he’s anything other than grey Ace/Demi he’s probably more pansexual than anything.

He’s more interested in what’s on the inside. Poor smoker and his organs…

🖤Fav Moment in Canon🖤

Anytime he is holding someone’s still beating heart in his hands with that smirk on his face

🖤Fav moment in a fan work 🖤

Any time he uses his op op fruit for illicit activities

🖤Favorite Line in Canon or Otherwise 🖤

“I DONT LIKE BREAD”

🖤Characters I love seeing them interact with🖤

GOD I need more interaction with Law and Sanji. Between them both being from the north blue, law being a comics nerd, and law having a predisposition to blondies who smoke I think there’s a lot of potential there

🖤Last thing before sleeping headcanon 🖤

Incredibly bold of you to assume Law has gotten any sleep in the past twenty seven years

🖤Sleeping habits headcanon 🖤

We see him using bepo as a couch a few times, it is my assumption actually that this is literally the best way to get him *to* sleep besides outright forcing him (and he will try and lay stick still on the unused cot in his office on the tang and he hates it and is paranoid as fuck until he thinks enough time has passed that he can get up again )or his body just. Stopping.

You wouldn’t think it but he likes being physically close to another person, feels s after that way.

Also Traffy is little spoon all the way. He will not admit this

🖤First thing after waking up headcanon🖤

Shotgun 8 ibuprofen an unwise amount of Adderal and an entire pot of coffee. Maybe he’ll brush his teeth

🖤Favorite location headcanon🖤

That Law keeps his coin collection hidden around the tang specifically so he can warp places when he needs to be alone for awhile, I don’t remember which fic I lifted that from but I have taken it as holy gospel and real true facts

#asked n answered #one piece #trafalgar d. water law

[kaizokuou-ni-naru]

Someone might have already asked this, but why does Luffy call Law "Torao"?

I’ve talked about it here! Basically Law’s name is pronounced/written as トラファルガー/torafarugaa in Japanese, and Luffy tries to pronounce that one (1) time before giving up and shortening it to the first two syllables (トラ/tora) plus 男/o which is the kanji for like ‘dude/guy’, so put together you get トラ男/torao. 

#i got a ton of asks about the different english translations for this nickname #last time i mentioned it #my favorite one is 'traffy' #on account of sounding like smth an english speaker would actually say #and it just sounds better than like 'tra-guy' #which is technically the more accurate translation #but sounds worse #jonny answers #one piece #japanese #luffy #law

[tooweirdforyou]

Platonic! Straw Hats x Teen! Reader » Continued. PT 2

Request : Can we have more teen reader with the straw hats and they protect them and teach them things

Hi, do you mind if we get more platonic teen reader with the straw hats?

Is there going to be a part 2 of the teen reader and straw hat Pirates?

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I FINALLY FINISHED. I didn’t realize how popular this would be, holy crap. This is the first time I had someone request for a part 2 for something, let alone 3 people. It feels kinda nice 😂

I’m trying to keep reader GN, but if I end up writing female pronouns or hints of a female reader, then I’m sorry :(

this might be in parts, ( should I turn this into a multi-fic? lol )

PART ONE | PART THREE

includes interaction w/ : Nami, Sanji, Chopper & Usopp!

Summary : continuation of life with the straw hats, as a teen. This time, they will get you to open up! >:)

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“So, treat them nicely, okay?”

Nami’s sing-song voice fills the room as boys stare in surprise at the sudden appearance of the two girls and their younger crewmate.

You felt a little uneasy in the presence of the crew, their eyes lingering on you as you shifted you weight.

“Er.. im sorry for.. staying in my room a lot.. and.. for.. making you worry..”

Even though Nami already explained the reasoning for your actions, you still felt the need to apologize. However, when it continues to be silent, you feel yourself fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

Then your Captain spoke. Well, laughed.

“Shishishishi!~”

Everyone turns to Luffy, who is grinning widely. “Apology accepted! Who knew you were just shy the whole time? We assumed you didn’t like us! Shishishi!”

Your eyes widen at him and you felt an embarrassed blush creeping up onto your cheeks as you look down to hide it. “I-I’m sorry.”

Robin places a gentle hand on your shoulder and smiles softly to the crew. “Well, now that we know the truth, why don’t you spend the rest of the day with us? One by one.”

“I like that idea.” Nami grins before glancing down at you. “Well? Who do you want to spend time with first, [Name]?”

You blink at her before looking around to see them staring expectantly at you, offering rather kind smiles to you, patiently waiting for an answer.

“..I don’t know..”

...

The others deadpan and sweatdropped at your response before Nami sighs softly. “That makes sense, you wouldn’t know where to start.”

Nami then grins. “Then, I’ll volunteer and go first! Sound good? No complaints? Great!”

“Hey! How come you get to go first and show [Name] stuff?!” Usopp points a finger at the navigator, narrowing his eyes as he frowns.

Nami simply sticks out her tongue and gave a childish expression. “Because I volunteered! Now let’s go, [Name]!”

Dragging you away with the pull of your hand, Nami pulls you off towards the aqua lounge despite the many protests, complaints and calls after her.

“W-wait, is this a good idea?.. I don’t—“

“Of course it is. You want to spend time with us don’t you?” The navigator smiles once you two enter and shut the door.

Now it was just the two of you, in the lounge.

“Well..” you trail off, still feeling awkward and perhaps a little bit nervous about all of this.

It was pretty sudden after all, just minutes ago you were in bed reading a book and now, you’re playing play date with your crew members.

Nami softens her smile and went over to the couch and took a seat, patting the spot beside her.

“I know this is a lot. We don’t have to do much but talk, and maybe get you to open up a little more. Tell me about yourself!”

Hesitantly, you nod and walk closer towards her, before sitting down beside her, turning your body to face her.

“...what do you wanna know?..” you mumble, Nami barely catching it but still heard it anyways.

“Anything about yourself. Your family, your life before you became a pirate, your favorite foods, hobbies, any crushes you might’ve picked up along our journey~” the navigator winks at you making you blush faintly at her, turning away with a sigh.

“I don’t have any of the sort.” You scoff lightly, closing your eyes but Nami wasn’t convinced. “Oh?”

“What about that pink haired marine? Koby, wasn’t it?”

You snap your head to her quickly, brows furrowed.

“Koby? Marine Captain Koby? I’ve hardly met him. Besides, he’s a marine. Even if I did like him, it wouldn’t work out anyways.”

You turn away once more, Nami grinning at how quick you responded and how much you talked just now.

“If Koby wasn’t a marine, would you date him?” Nami hums and you kept silent, though the red hue forming on the tips of your ears were enough for her.

“..he’s attractive.” You mutter and Nami giggles.

“Okay, okay, so then, how about any of the older men we met? Traffy isn’t that much older.” She thinks for a minute, her thumb and forefinger under her chin.

You raise a brow at her question. “You mean the Captain / doctor?.. Law?.. he seems.. really annoyed easily. He’s so frowny and never sleeps.”

“Not much different from someone else..” Nami sings under her breath making you playfully roll your eyes.

“I wouldn’t go for him either. He’s attractive, I guess, but... no. I think the fact that I’m in Luffy’s crew too, he might be pretty annoyed already.”

“I think it’s just Luffy in general.” Nami sighs and you smile a bit at that.

“Okay, how about that red haired one? Eustass “Captain” Kid?”

“Too violent.”

“Ace or Sabo?”

“Luffy’s brothers.”

“Perona? The Ghost Princess?”

“I don’t like her ghosts.”

“Vivi?”

“She’s gorgeous and rich, but no.”

“Tashigi?”

“She’s into Zoro.”

“Anyone from our crew?”

“We’re family.”

“Buggy?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Any of Sanji’s brothers?”

“They have no emotions.”

“Silvers Rayleigh?”

“A silver fox, but no.”

“Anyone in Whitebeard’s crew?”

“Izo is absolutely stunning .. and Marco seems really nice, I guess.. but no.”

“That empress, Boa Hancock?”

“She’s too into Luffy..”

Nami heaves a sigh as she leans back and crosses her legs, one over the other.

“So the closest one to your attraction.. is Koby.”

You shrug and smile slightly at her defeated look. “I’m not really into anyone...”

“Perhaps you’re just young. You’ll definitely be growing in some..” The orange haired female eyes your body for a good minute, making you shift. “..areas real soon.”

“Right.. what about you?”

“Huh?”

You shift in your seat and made yourself comfortable on the cushion. “Is there someone you like?..”

Nami blinks before looking up and thinking for a moment. “..I guess there isn’t.” She answers and you raise a brow. “I thought you like Luffy..”

The navigator seems offended at the statement, recoiling at the thought. “Luffy’s a huge pain in the ass. And besides, like you said, we’re a family.”

The corner of your lips tug upwards slightly. “And Vivi?”

This shut the female quick, and you can see the pink tint of her cheeks. “Vivi’s a friend.”

“Well, that friend, most likely shares the same feelings.” You hum, looking straight at her calmly. “I mean.. you’re very beautiful. Everyone would love you.”

Nami’s eyes widens at the unexpected compliment from you, her heart feeling warm at that, but you didn’t notice.

You didn’t realize how much you ended up talking, your voice felt dry and sore in a way. Though for some reason, you didn’t mind.

You kind of enjoyed this time with Nami, despite only talking about possible crushes of yours.

Instinctively, you rub your throat and Nami notices, standing up and offering her hand. “Come on, we can talk more later. You’ve talked enough, I’ll take you to Sanji.”

“Are you sure? I figured you’d want to spend more time together..” you clear your throat and Nami just smiles gently.

“We have everyday to do so. Besides, I’m sure it’s been a while since you talked so much so I’m happy enough with what you gave me.” Nami says, helping you up and began leading you out.

“Time for you to spend time with someone else, and don’t worry, I’ll make sure the others don’t force you to talk and Sanji makes you something to help your throat.” She assures, making her way back to the kitchen, which didn’t take long.

“O-okay..” you nod, eventually making it to the door and Nami just opens it up, seeing only a few of the members, so some must’ve left.

The four in the room look up at the door and find you, instantly smiling at the sight of your form.

“Already done?” Chopper questions in confusion and Nami smiles. “I would’ve spent more time with them but there’s so many of us, so we should make it short and easy for them for today.”

Robin, Brook, Chopper and Sanji nod in agreement at their navigator and Robin smiles gently.

“So, who would you like to spend time with next?”

Nami nudges you to speak in front of them and you turn to Sanji.

“Uh..Er.. Is it okay if I spend some time with you?..”

Sanji widens his eyes, clearly a bit surprised but nonetheless, smiles in joy. “Of course, [Name]-chan!”

Nami then ushers the others out, the only one to sulk being Brook but Nami was quick to slap his skull.

The door shut closed and you awkwardly stood there, shifting your weight. You never spent much time with them, despite fighting battles alongside the crew, so you weren’t sure what to do or say.

Sanji, noticing your discomfort, smiles lightly and gestures for you to sit at the counter as he stood behind it, in the kitchen.

“So, [Name]-chan. Is there anything you want to drink?”

You look around the dining room, taking a good look since this was one of the first times actually being in here.

“..Tea?.. my throat kind of hurts...” you mumble, reaching up to rub your throat again and Sanji nods. “I know the perfect thing! Ice or hot?”

“[ Either one ].” You answer, shifting in your seat and making yourself comfortable a bit in the stool and watched as Sanji quickly went to work.

Watching him silently from the counter, you lean on your palm and thought for a minute.

What were you supposed to talk about?

You hardly knew much about them and isolating yourself from them let you absolutely awkward and unsure of what to say or do, so you hoped Sanji would do something.

But the poor blonde cook kept silent, figuring that’s what you’d prefer as he made your drink.

So you had to do it.

“Sanji?..”

The blonde hums gently, letting you know he was listening.

“Uh...so.. what’s for dinner?..”

Sanji stays silent for a moment, taking in the hesitation in your voice before turning around to face you. “.. Anything you want, [Name]-chan. What do you want to eat?”

You ponder a bit at his question before feeling your stomach growling at the thought of a particular food. “..Can you make [ Food ]? It’s from my homeland and.. it’s really good.”

Sanji’s eyes lights up and he grins widely. “I’d be honored to make a dish native to your homeland, [Name]-chan!” He deflates a little bit and leans back. “However.. I’m a little worried I won’t be able to make it as good. I know I have the proper ingredients though, I’m sure.”

Sanji’s been studying on his own time, with the small assistance of Robin, knowing she was also studying up by gathering information from your island.

You offer a small smile as Sanji turns to take the drink he made and set it in front of you. “It’s okay.. I trust that you can make it even better.”

Sanji widens his eyes at the sudden compliment and encouragement, feeling his heart warming towards his younger crew member.

You take the cup in hand and brought it up to your lips, taking a light sip of the beverage.

“I see.. in that case, we shall have [ Food ] for dinner tonight.”

Your smile widens just a little bit at his announcement and you continue drinking before seeing Sanji still staring at you. “What is it?..”

“Would you like to help me?”

You pause in your movement, eyes wide at his question. “You want me to help you? I can’t cook.” You furrow your brows at the suggestion.

I mean, sure you had some BASIC skills, but nothing as extravagant compared to Sanji.

“I’d love to show you! Besides, I’m sure you can also offer me some tips and suggestions on your home dish.” Sanji grins assuringly, bringing a small, comforted smile to your lips.

“Okay.”

And so, after handing you a spare apron and letting you prepare yourself as he got the ingredients set, the two of you got to work.

Sanji moving towards the cutting board, you point to the vegetables set out by him.

“You should start cutting these up.. they should be bite-sized.” You inform, Sanji nodding and quickly cutting up the given ingredients with ease.

While Sanji finished with that, you began to look for the pots and pans and after finding what you needed, you did what you needed, ( whether it’s boiling water, filling a skillet with oil, etc. ) and set it onto the stove to heat.

“[Name]-chan, I can handle the stove. I don’t want you to accidentally burn yourself with the fire or the oil, so I’ll leave the cutting and mixing up to you.”

Nodding your head, you move aside and let him take your place before moving towards the cutting board.

‘.. how can you cut vegetables so beautifully?..’ you sweatdrop and began preparing what you needed to do before looking around.

Your eyes widen a little in remembrance and realization and you set the items down before heading to the rice cooker. You open the lid and find the pot empty and pulled it out, looking for the rice grains.

It didn’t take long to find it, fortunately, so you began to put in a few cups, and with the amount of food you were bound to make for Luffy, more than four was needed, obviously.

You did what you needed to, plopping the pot back into the cooker to cook the rice before going to the cutting board.

“Sanji, should we.. cook the meat first or cut it first?..” You trail off, unsure yourself as you went over to the fridge to find the meat.

The blonde cook ponders for a second before speaking. “It’ll be best if we cut first, so we can cook it all a lot quicker.” You merely nod in response as you pull out the required meats and brought it over to a new cutting board set up.

“Do you know how to cut them?” Sanji inquires, turning to you, which you nod in response. “I mean.. it’s just cutting it into smaller pieces. Right?..”

Sanji chuckles. “Yeah, in a way..” He lowers the flame on the stove so the oil/water can sit before moving to your side. “Here, let me show you.”

And so, with another cutting board and knife, he teaches you the correct and efficient technique, explaining which parts to throw and which parts to save.

“And then you cut them up into this size and set it aside to use. Did that make sense?” You nod at him, making him smile as he returns back to the stove.

Prepping yourself, you began to cut the meats into bite sized pieces, getting rid of the unnecessary parts and discarding them into the trash, exactly like Sanji had explained to you.

‘This feels nice.. cooking with Sanji.. even if we aren’t talking, it’s kind of, comfortable..’

The tiny curve of your lips move upwards as you thought silently, but distracted thoughts flooded your head as you no longer became focused on cutting.

‘Maybe, I should ask to cook with him more often.. it’ll be great to learn and spend more bonding time with him.’

You were so lost in thoughts, you forgot what you were doing and suddenly hissed in pain.

The sound was loud enough to catch Sanji’s ears as he widens his eyes and turns in a panic. “[Name]-chan! Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a cut..” you poke at the blood, watching it drip down a bit quickly. ‘Guess I cut more of my skin than I think, by the looks of it..’ you frown.

“Let’s get you to Chopper.”

“H-Huh?.. but I’m fi-“

Sanji wastes no time to pick you up, as if you broken an ankle, and began carrying you over to the medical office.

An inaudible sigh escapes you, you relaxing in defeat as you thought about the medical office.

Sure, you’ve hurt yourself plenty of times before, nothing too fatal but enough to need patching up from Chopper. You were always up and out of the office pretty quickly, so you were curious to what the room even looked like.

“Chopper.”

Sanji knocks twice before opening the door with ease and walks in, seeing the little reindeer at his desk. “Sanji, [Name]! Something wrong?” The chirpy reindeer asks, a smile wide on his face.

“[Name]-chan’s hurt.” Sanji explains briefly, setting you down gently onto the bed and you turn to the little doctor.

“It’s just a cut.” You bluntly state, showing your finger and Chopper smiles lightly. “Nothing serious, at least! We should go wash and get it bandaged before an infection comes though.”

You nod and stand back up to head to the sink in the office, Sanji offering a weak smile. “I’m sorry, [Name]-chan. You got hurt because—“

“Huh?” As you stop in your tracks and turn back to face the blonde, you peer up a bit and shake your head. “It’s not your fault... I just got lost in my thoughts.” You murmured out, turning away.

You turn back to the sink and began washing your hands. “You should keep cooking, Sanji.. I look forward to you making [ food ].” You sneak a glance back at Sanji and held a ghost of a smile to him. “Cheer up, okay?”

Sanji widens his eyes at your expression, before he lets out a relaxed smile and light chuckle. “Yeah.. I’ll get to it then.”

With that, the chef left you alone with Chopper, who returns with his supplies.

“All cleaned up? Head on over to the bed and sit again!” Chopper smiles and waddles over to the bed before hopping up onto the edge.

You follow after the tiny man and sat across from him, holding out your finger.

Chopper, who kept silent to focus, began to clean up the cut with alcohol and wrapped your finger into a bandage.

‘Guess now is a good time to spend time with him..’

“So.. you came from Drum Island.. right?..” You internally sigh for being so awkward around them. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah! It’s where I learned to study medicines from Doctorine!” Chopper excitedly claims, looking up from his task, which he finished.

“Doctorine? Oh.. you mean like your guardian?” You prodded at your finger a few times, seeing the wrapped bandage.

“Something like that. She taught me everything I know.” You nod at him and look to him. “Guess she must be a genius, since you know a lot. Right?”

Chopper widens his eyes at the compliment before waving you off with a scoff.

“Flattery doesn’t make me happy at all, don’t think you can fool me so easily~” Chopper sings, blushing as he danced on the bed.

Your eyes held a hint of amusement at Chopper as he calms down. “But you’re right. Doctorine is the best doctor I know.”

“I bet she is.” You stand up and dust your clothes, gesturing to your finger at the doctor.

“Thanks for patching me up, Chopper..” You watch the reindeer put on a wide smile and nods eagerly. “No problem! It’s my job!”

You pat his head lightly and nod, heading to the door. “I’ll get going then, see you later..”

With that, you exited the medical bay and shut the door behind you, wondering what you should do next.

‘Now what?.. Should i go back to Sanji to help?.. or should I find someone else?’

You wandered the upper deck aimlessly before making your way down to the main deck, where you found Usopp fumbling with something.

‘Hm. Usopp..’

You make you way over to the sniper, watching him suddenly jump up and cheer. “Eureka!” He hollers excitedly, startling you.

“Um.. did something.. happen?” You mumble, somewhat cautious as you step towards him.

Usopp jumps in fear when he hears you, before visibly relaxing and grinning determinedly. “Yeah, I finished my creation!”

He holds up his latest work, which seems to be an advanced archery bow.

The bow itself has an attachment that can carry arrows so you don’t require a separate bag, and it’s string seemed much more flexible to allow better accuracy and distance.

“Oh wow, that actually looks really cool..” you quietly awed, eyes widening in interest as Usopp chuckles eagerly.

“Right?! I’ve been working on it to better advance my stealth, since guns can be pretty loud, and slingshots can be tricky sometimes!”

He then smirks down at his bow and arrow in his hands and holds it up, readying an arrow upon the bow and aimed at the can that sat on the railing.

“But these bad boys are tipped with several of my ammo so I don’t need to grab the mini seeds anymore, since these arrows already have the affect!”

Usopp lets go of the arrow and it pierces the can with ease, knocking it into the ocean.

“Woohoo! Alright!” Usopp cheers, laughing hysterically. “Haha! I did it!!” He jumps around in joy, you watching with a slight smile. “Yeah.. you’re a brilliant inventor and sniper after all.”

Usopp pauses, eyes widening as he flushed a bit at the unexpected compliment, before snapping his head to you.

“You want to try, [Name]?” He smiles widely and held out the bow. “I can help you aim if you’d like!”

You thought for a bit before nodding, actually a little bit excited. “Yeah, sure. It looks really cool.”

Usopp felt his pride building up at your words and grins. “It is cool! Here, hold this and I’ll go set up the cans.”

Taking the bow, you inspect it closer with interested eyes. ‘I don’t remember the last time I touched a bow.. did I ever?’

Usopp returns quickly to your side and smiles, pointing to the cans. “Alright, [Name]. Now just hold up the bow, ready the arrow and take aim!”

You nod in understanding, steadying your arms and aimed directly at the center of the cans. Pulling back the arrow, you lined it up into position, going on Usopp’s count.

“Alright, and..... fire!”

You release your hold and watch the arrow shoot straight into the center and knocked itself into the ocean, like Usopp’s.

“I did it!” Your eyes widen and you smile to yourself. “That was awesome!” You turn to Usopp with bright eyes, but Usopp just laughs. “Nice shot!”

Usopp holds up his hands excitedly and you smile softer, hanging the bow onto your arm and high-fived him. “Yeah.”

“You sound like you’re having some SUUUPPERRR~ fun!”

The two of you turn to the source of voice and find Franky grinning at the two of you from below deck.

“Yeah, I just showed [Name] my latest creation and she just made a nice shot with my bow!” Usopp grins and Franky whistles. “Not bad, kid!”

The corner of your lips move upwards, a sheepish expression taking over your face. “Thanks..” you turn back to Franky and spoke. “What are you up to?”

“Ah, fixing something with The Sunny from down here. Almost done but it’s a little difficult, especially since I’m adding a new feature. Wanna check it out?”

You glance to Usopp, who nods that it was okay, and you return the bow, heading to Franky calmly.

“Yeah, sure.”

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A/N : YAY, that took so long. I’m really happy with how this turned out, and I’m extremely excited to get to Zoro, Luffy and Brook’s interaction but unfortunately, I reached the limit so this is what happens, I’ll have to make a part 3. ;-;

Anyways, I’m so sorry for the long wait, I seriously hope this was worth the wait and that you look forward to the other’s interactions and then the final family interaction!! :DD have a lovely day/night, everyone ! <3

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #op #one piece writing #straw hats x reader #straw hats #one piece strawhats #strawhats #teen!reader #one piece x teen!reader

[immortal-dreamer]

I’m a little late to the party, but happy birthday to my favorite trained medical professional!!

I’ve only been into One Piece for about two months, but the fact that I get to know this giant mushroom man and give him a VERY trans headcanon means more to me than I can verbalize.

I also had trouble trying to find a screenshot to redraw but I settled on what I felt was the perfect injection shot!

Again, Happy Birthday Traffy! :D

#one piece #op #one piece art #screenshot redraw #art #trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece #dressrosa #dressrosa arc #polar tang

[sapphicgarlic]

Awkward pt.2

FIND PART ONE HERE

a friendly reminder that this is supposed to be very weird and cheesy just something for us to lift our spirits during quarantine!

Y/N thanks whoever was the architect that designed Harry’s house. It’s been 5 days since her poor timing and they have not crossed paths once. She didn’t even need to self isolate herself in her room nor did Harry.

The closer they have got was last night: Y/N was watching ‘Your Name’ for the third time — she loved the pleasant visuals and the mind blowing twist that got her every time — when Harry walked in. She felt bad because she had practically kicked out the owner of the room he owned! Y/N should be the one afraid to walk out of her room, not Harry.

However, a problem was surely installed: some  essentials started to run low. Among other things, the most urging problem was that bread was almost completely gone — Y/N and Harry were consuming bread like crazy, it was her favorite brekkie food and it seems Harry got addicted too.

Y/N, by this point, was too traumatized to knock on his door again. Don’t get her wrong, is not the scene was a horrible and disgusting one, she was his friend and —in that case— unfortunately not blind. Of course, she found Harry pretty and was attracted to him, the blurry imagine of his naked body, especially his cock, did not help to stop it.

Never thought about it for too long, he was a worldwide sensation and she was a student and a daughter, that was her only adjectives she could permanently add to her name. And

Y/N couldn’t let her silly teenage girl emotions get the best of her and ruin her friendship with Harry.

Y/N desperately wanted to help their living situation, pay for the groceries and whatnot, but that would be never possible if she never talked to him. Maybe she could just go, leave a note or something! Yes, yes, Y/N could do that, unfortunately, however, she never bothered to ask Harry where or if he had any gloves or masks.

They should be in Harry’s credenza that was near the main entrance, that was the most logical sense to put them in Y/N’s mind.

“What are you doing?” Harry’s voice echos while Y/N is looking through the lower drawer making her lose her balance and falling back.

“Shit! It isn’t what it looks it like! I-I..” Her bum hurts a bit and her cheeks are on fire, Harry must think she is a creep who is tiptoeing around his house gathering information an-

“You were sneaking around.”

“Oh, no god! I was looking for masks... so I can go out.” She says, getting up and looking directly at Harry for the first time in days even if he was wearing his loungewear/pajamas. “That sounded like a terrible excuse but I promise it’s the truth.”

“I trust you, Y/N, you are looking in the wrong place, however. They are in the kitchen.” A moment passes by, Y/N gets even more embarrassed and looks away from Harry’s gaze. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going out?”

“Last time I went to you it didn’t go well.”

“About that, I sho—“

“I am sorry, I knocked and it was never my intention to see you...you know.” She explains herself way too much, looking at Harry and noticing his pinky cheeks.

“I know, pet.” He repeats.

“I was just so sure I hear you say my name! I wouldn’t go in if I wasn’t sure that you let m-“ While Y/N rambles her emotions out, her brain’s cog finally work and she is sure that a train hit her. “Fucking shit!”

“ I-I, just...” Harry, once again, resembles a kid that got caught with his hands right on the dirt. Without a clear argument in mind, Harry shuts up, pressing his lips together to be sure that anymore words would get out.

“I should really go now, yeah?” She practically sprints out to the hallway but before getting completely out from Harry’s perspective, Y/N speaks once more. “Where are the ma—“

“Top shelf, right next to the fridge.”

“Great.”

.·゜゜·　　·゜゜·．

Y/N tried her best to take as long as she could, not wanting to come back to his house so quickly. However, since the shopping list wasn't that big and there wasn't traffic that she could get trapped, so after two hours, she was back. What Y/N didn't know was that Harry was walking in circles ever since she went out, waiting nervously for the moment that the doorknob would move.

He pretty much announced to her that he was jacking off while thinking of her and what she would do if she was there with him. Harry was so fucking close that he didn't hear her knocking, his mind was very entertained imagining her lips wrapped around his cock, bopping her head up and down while looking at him with her eyes filled with tears.He always thought that she was extremely beautiful and had an easy going personality but expending even more time with her and discovering more about Y/N made his thought run wild.

She was everything Harry wanted in a girl, how would he not think about her while he was masturbating?

The door opens and he takes a step back as if he wasn't waiting for Y/N this whole time.

“Let me help.” “ You don't have too.” She replies, taking her shoes off and leaving them outside. “Just close the door for me, please.”

“I insist.”

Once more, an awkward silence fills the kitchen as them clean the packaging and put them in place. Working together made it easier and quicker, Y/N must admit, but the silence was killing her. She just wishes that she never walked in on Harry´s room in the first place and that she could somehow just kick off the weirdness out of the room.

Only a small ‘okay’ comes out of Y/N’s mouth before being interrupted by Harry the same moment.

“I just wanted to say it is fine. It’s human and hum..this whole quarantine thing is messing with our brains..”

“Y/N, I ju-“ Harry interrupts once more, however she wasn’t done talking. She goes around the kitchen aisle, afraid that she is too close to him she won’t be able to finish the little speech she had prepared while walking on the store.

“And it’s okay! You’ve crossed my mind too, so we are even! if it’s too awkward for you to have me in your house, which I totally understand, I can ask another friend! J-just need you to give me a couple of day though.” Y/N ends it there, cutting her speech by half almost, deciding that it was better not to mention her slight crush on him and how she is kind of flattered that he was thinking about her.

“I am not kicking you out.” At that, Y/N signs loudly because she didn’t really want to ask another friend. She liked staying with Harry just fine, he was good company, she just said that to be polite if he couldn’t stand her in his house anymore. “Is it true?”

“What is true?”

“That you think about me when you are touching yourself.”  

“I-I..you crossed my mind once! I mean, I am not a pervert, I don’t think about you all the time.” She lies easily, her cheeks on fire. “You are pretty, like, really pretty so that doesn’t help much.”

“So if I told you I think about you all the time, you would call me a pervert?”

“You know what I mean, Harry, is not like that.” Y/N laughs nervously and beating herself up for making the situation worse than it was before. She should have kept her mouth closed.

“Because I do. I think about you all the time you are not by my side, not just when I am touching myself.” Y/N´s mouth falls open, in all the scenarios she played in her head of how their conversation would be like none of them were nearly close of what Harry just said.

“I-I..”

“Can I kiss you?” Harry abruptly asks.

“What?” Y/N could not believe she heard those words.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes” Harry quickly moves closer to her, making his way around the kitchen table. “Oh, you mean right now.”

“Well, yes.” Harry giggles, not believing how clueless Y/N was being.. “Is it still okay?”

Y/N nods at him, trying her hardest not to smile at Harry who is closer than ever. His large hands cups her cheeks and Y/N believes that is the cutest thing in the entire world. Eager, she leans in, connecting her lips to Harry´s soft ones.

It was the most sincere and honest kiss Y/N ever had -- she had a bad habit of only kissing people when she was drunk. Everything about it was dream-like:  to the way Harry's lips danced against hers to his fingers softly caressing her face it was almost like they fit together perfectly, moving in sync.

When they do part ways, Y/N smiles wide.

“I cannot believe I just kissed a pervert.”

“You are going to call me that from now on?” “Kiss me again and then I´ll think about dropping it.”

“Don´t need to tell me twice:”

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[cyborg-franky]

For your character heacannon thing can you do Law?

Why I like them I loved how we first met him and he looked like a stoner, just rocks up in jeans and a hoody like 'what is up my dudes' His attitude was fun, smirky and smug, just didn't give two shits. He was interesting because he seemed very different from alot of characters we'd seen thus far. Really freaky fun power. I also feel bad about his past, how he was fleshed out as a character, what he went through and what brought us to this point.

Why I don’t I STILL love the mofo but he now suffers from the cliche 'grumpy stoic dark handsome' character and I think he lost a little something from when we first met him.

Favorite episode (scene if movie) When he first battles the marines with Kid and Luffy, will always be one of my favs, how he demonstrates his powers and his 'lol ur fuked' attitude. I also really like the fight with Doffy on the bridge.

Favorite season/movie Sabaody

Favorite line I am REALLY bad with memory and I can't remember right now.

Favorite outfit

SO comfy to cosplay

OTP I used to like Law and Kid back when Law had his preskip personality type. I've seen fanart of him with Sanji which is interesting. But as it stands now with who he is.. I don't? have a soft spot for him with Penguin AND Shachi though.

Brotp They've never met [ I DON'T THINK] but him and Mihawk would be bros. They'd be so done with everyone and look like cranky goths who don't have time for you bitches.

Head Canon OK My biggest headcannon for Law is WHY his personality does a flip in the middle of his life. He's a happy kid, things go wrong and he becomes the Law we know now right? I think he got wrapped up in enjoying the life and freedom Corazon died to give him and he made friends, enjoyed the life of a pirate and just.. chilled out. But something happened, maybe seeing/hearing about Doffy's BS and the sense of duty to Corazon and despite Cora's wishes he was too hung up and getting back at Doffy for everything that went down, we know he's the type to hold on to a grudge and now he'd an adult and he's powerful he thinks he can back it up. So I think he sank back into his old personality type when he let his need for revenge took over. I also think that's why he's still this way, he's not had another chance to really relax, it's always his more aggressive tendencies that take over.

Unpopular opinion He took just as much influence from Doffy as he did Corazon but it somewhat balanced him out. AND HIS FULL NAME IS DUMB AS FUCK.

A wish I hope he goes back to a state where he can just -be- and not have so much responsibility.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen I DON'T want him to be a strawhat/or to die. He's gone through too much to die and if he became a straw hat that would be so cliche and gross. He's better as someone who helps out and is around.

5 words to best describe them Depressed twat in a hat

My nickname for them Traffy, Smug prick, Lawf, Trafalgalala

#law #i love him #part of loving a char is also seeing their flaws

[midnightluck]

home is where i grew my wings

this is old and messy but have another take on my favorite scenario~

~@~

There’s something familiar about the kid trailing after Luffy, Marco thinks, squinting at him. There’s something about the line of his jaw and the color of his eyes that Marco could swear he knows.

“Mister Pineapple!” Luffy calls, bouncing up to him. “Hello again!”

“Hello, Luffy,” Marco says, and smiles in the face of the rubber boy’s enthusiasm. “It’s good to see you again, yoi. Keeping busy?”

“Yeah!” Luffy says. “We’ve been lots of places! I made some new friends!”

“I see,” Marco says, and looks up to catch the other kid’s eyes. He’s grumpy, obviously, and stands with one hand on his sword hilt. To Marco’s Big Brother senses, it reads more like a security blanket than a threat, though. “Good to meet you,” he says. “Any friend of Luffy’s…”

“I’m not his friend,” Luffy’s new friend says, twitching. “We’re in an alliance.”

Marco can’t help but pity the poor guy. “They did tell you, right? That--”

“--it’s the same thing? I’ve been told,” the kid says, and Marco bites back on his smile and gives the kid full marks for both stubbornness and spite.

“Marco,” he says instead of any of that, and offers his hand.

“This is Traffy!” Luffy says, bouncing between them. “Traffy, meet Pineapple! He’s a mystery bird!”

“My name,” the kid says, glaring daggers at Luffy, “is Trafalgar, not--”

Marco loses the rest of the complaint in a rush of memory that deafens him, of a kid who’s sixfivethreeone, with endless curiosity and those same gold eyes, and the name, when it comes, tumbles from his lips like it’s been punched out of him. “Law?”

The kid jerks and looks up at him with narrow eyes and it’s so familiar; he does know that look, just not on that face. “Do I know you?”

“You--” Marco stops, swallows on that hurt, and makes a sound that’s almost a laugh. “You probably don’t remember me,” he says, dropping his hand and clenching it into a fist at his side. “You used to hide in my office, sometimes, at the hospital.”

And Law--little Lawsie, who’s tall now, all grown up--he goes entirely, utterly still. “The hospital,” he says. There’s discoloration on his skin, now that Marco’s looking closely, and fire in his eyes.

“I worked with the doctors Trafalgar,” he says, and what used to be a point of pride now cuts on the way out. “Pediatrics, two floors down. I kept textbooks on the bottom shelf for you and--”

“--and candy in your bottom drawer,” Law finishes blankly. “Lollipops.”

“Yeah,” Marco says, then swallows. “Yes, yoi. You only ate the blue ones.”

“You know him, Traffy?” Luffy says, grabbing onto one of Law’s arms. 

“Yeah,” Law says, but his eyes are still narrow and his jaw is still set. “Yes, I do. We’re...from the same place.”

“I thought you were from Flevance?” the curly haired one says. Marco can’t remember his name, but he’s Yasopp’s boy, isn’t he?

“Yeah,” Marco agrees and shoots him a quelling look. “We were.”

“But--” the kid says.

Law talks right over him, saying, “But there were no survivors.”

“I--” Marco has to stop to take a breath because this is still his biggest regret--or, well, one of them, these days. “I wasn’t there.”

Law growls. It’s not an accusation but it hits like one anyway.

“I already had my fruit by then, yoi.” He lights up one hand with blue. “Phoenix, you know? Burnt all the Amber Lead right out of me. But they wouldn’t let me go back in.”

“The quarantine,” Law says.

Marco nods and echoes, “The quarantine. I did try.”

Law’s fingers clench convulsively on his sword and he frowns deeper. “You didn’t--”

The blond guy, the cook, makes a noise and then leans in, interrupting the brewing fight. “Does that mean you have embarrassing baby stories about tall dark and grumpy here?”

Law growls again but it startles a laugh out of Marco. “Of course,” he says. “The whole hospital knew them; the troublesome Trafalgars. Always getting in the way and falling asleep in odd places, yoi. One time, they stole all the extra scrubs and made a little nest in the janitor closet--”

“It wasn’t my idea,” Law growls, the exact same way he had back then, so many years ago.

“You never could say no to little Lami, could you?” Marco asks, and then looks around. “Where is she, by the way?”

Law looks down and Marco waits for a second, then another, and then realizes that is his answer. “Oh,” he says, and it’s instinct, probably; it’s years of pediatrics and letting Law and Lami climb on his desk and pull at his hair and being a big brother. It’s all of that and none of it when he opens his arms to offer a hug. 

Law stares at him and doesn’t move.

Marco smiles, small and raw, and drops his arms. “I’m sorry, yoi,” he says instead.

“Who’s Lami?” Luffy asks, and Law’s hand tightens around his sword’s sheathe as he flinches. It’s small but noticeable

“We’ll handle this,” the blond guy says and hooks a hand in the back of Luffy’s shirt collar. “C’mon, Captain; Robin’s gonna tell you a story.”

“A story?” Luffy says, and Law sighs. His shoulders drop and he lets his sword fall to his side again.

Marco takes a tiny step forward. “You’re a doctor, aren’t you?” he asks. “You still practice, yoi.”

Law’s chin goes up and it’s the same gesture of defiance as his mother used to make. “I am,” he says. “A surgeon.”

“Of course,” Marco murmurs.

In the distance, a calm female voice says, “Once upon a time, there was a kingdom called Flevance…”

Marco has so many questions. How did Law get out? Where has he been all these years? How hasn’t he been chased down for surviving? How did he survive? Has he been okay? Is he happy?

“It was a beautiful kingdom,” Robin says from far away, “and a center for learning and medicine...”

He has so many questions, but that’s not what little Law needs right now, not with his chin up and his eyes blazing, and Marco makes himself smile and finds it doesn’t even hurt. “They’d be so proud of you,” he says.

“Everyone who lived there was happy,” Robin says, “for a time.”

Law closes his eyes, grabs tight to his sword, and sways in place. There’s no one left nearby but his voice is lower than a whisper when he says, “Thank you.”

“I miss them too, yoi.”

“Uwaa!” Luffy shouts, staggering them both out of it. “Sounds like a really cool place!”

And Marco can’t help the little bark of laughter because, “It was, yoi. It really, really was.”

“Did you go there too, Mister Pineapple?!”

Marco meets Luffy’s eyes over Law’s shoulder and shrugs. “It was home.”

#trafalgar D. Water Law #Marco the Phoenix #trafalgar lami #answer in the form of a story #even though literally no one asked for this

[thousandsunnywrites]

How about law meeting a girl who has the same energy as Luffy and tends to touch him in some way all the time, her favorite being ridding on his back. He has long since given up trying to get her to stop, only to find out when he teams up with the straw hats she’s Luffy’s sister by blood. The oldest of Ace Sabo and Luffy.

Law

Law x f!reader; romantic

⤷ a/n: g o l l y this ficlet was a whopping 2.7k words 😭😭i really do love picking on law; also ps this isn’t proofread yet so enjoy the rawness ty

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“traaafFFFYYYY!” He stumbles forward to balance the sudden weight tossed on his back, hands instinctively grabbing the legs wrapped around him. His life was never like this, until you came around.

It was a regular night in the submarine, Law doing his routinely watch through the sub’s finder. What the hell is that, he zoomed in to get a better view of the blurry image, hm, what is that?

He found a floating bucket under the sea with a tightly sealed lid and a hole carved on the upside with a plastic straw sticking out. Confused and hoping it was some lost gold, he made Bepo fish out the container and check it out. Instead of finding what he hoped to uncover, he discovered a limp body of a young female.

“It’s not breathing, captain! What if it’s been purposely tossed into sea... what if...” his words begin to trail off when the horrid realization of the sea being the graveyard to rest the corpse crossed his mind. He shrieked. They messed with the dead! They’re going to die! He watched too many Asian horror films to know where this is going.

Not before long, Law sighed out of annoyance, moving Bepo’s paw from the right side of the chest to the left, instantly calming down his tremors and leaving the poor bear sheepish.

Footsteps approach Law’s office and busted through the door. Low and behold, it was no other than Penguin and Shachi.

“Cap’n!! What’s wrong? We heard Bepo scream!—” Penguin tugged on Shachi’s sleeve, forcing his attention to the corpse curled in the bucket. Bepo covered both mouths before a squall was ripped from their throats, “Shh... it’s alive.”

“Room,” the iconic blue sphere encapsulates the room as Law unsheathes his Kikoku, “Scan.” The sliver glint of the sword flickered against the blue hue as it perused the physique. Producing no results, he sheathed his sword. “None” was all he could report.

“Oh thank god!” Penguin leaned over the large wooden pail, examining the face of the woman. “She’s kinda cute,” his hand reaches out to caress her cheek. “Mind if I say that I saved her?” He bantered with a sly smile.

“Move outta the way, lemme see!” Shachi shoved Penguin, an instant grin apparent inside his face.

“Stop fucking around.” Law jostled the apologetic duo to hoist majority of the body’s upper half out the bucket. “Bepo-ya, grab the feet”

“Roger!” He saluted before doing as told.

“Pen-ya, Shachi-ya,” their attentions turned to him, responding with a “Yes, boss?”, to which Law replied, “Get out.” As they left, the captain and first mate transfer the patient to the resting ward and laid her on a more comfortable bed.

“Catch some sleep, Bepo-ya.”

“What about you Captain? Who’s gonna watch her if she wakes up?”

“I will. Go ahead and sleep. Lack of sleep isn’t good for your fur.”

Bepo bowed, trusting all will go well since the captain was watching over her, and left to do as told. Meanwhile, Law pulled out a chair and raised his feet atop the bed. It was going to be a long night.

Surely, he must’ve fallen asleep because next thing he knows, he’s the one in bed and his crew bustled in the kitchen. It was a different ruckus this time; it wasn’t the same morning liveliness he knew, no, it was something more like... a party?

He made his way to the kitchen, head slightly pounding due to the loud vibrations bouncing off the walls. Swinging the kitchen door open, he’s faced with a festive bunch surrounding a stranger. Who the hell is she and how’d she infiltrate my ship?

Now on alert, he reached for his sword, preparing to attack but was stopped by his lovable white bear, who had multiple syrup stains resting on his fur. “Captain!!! Look!! She’s awake!!”

Who?

Oh yeah, the bucket girl.

“Yeah man that was suuuuperrrr crazy! I really thought I was gonna die out there!” A guffaw rumbled in the room, the crowd listening intently to what you have to say, “dude there was this big—and I mean big— whirlpool! With nowhere else to go, I just hid in a good ol’ barrel and hoped for the best.”

“Woah, you’re so cool Y/n!” The crew chanted as Law made his way through the crowd, sitting rightfully at his bench, head against his propped up hand.

“Hey, you must be the captain!” You greeted him with a hearty laugh while you reached over to the opposite side to pat his back, unintentionally thrusting his body forward with every rough pat.

“Don’t touch me,” he pulled away and dusted himself off, “I take it you’re better. Any pain?”

Completely ignoring his question, you continued, “Yeah how rude of me, I’m Y/n!!! I’m sorry for intruding so suddenly, it’s just I thought I was gonna die out there because—“

He held up a hand and finished the same sentence you said prior, “Yeah, yeah, there was a whirlpool and you thought you were gonna die, so your pea-sized brain said to stuff yourself in a barrel and hope for the best, yes, I’ve heard it earlier.” He said all in one breath. This amount of stupidity reminded him of a certain captain he was supposed to meet soon.

Instead of feeling offended, a big cackle bursted in the suddenly tense room. “I like you!” Slamming down your fist on his table as a sign of determination, he saw that same look of craze. Oh, how he could never forget that gaze.

“From here on out, I’m your crewmate now.” Cheers erupted from your mates, picking you up in rejoice to congratulate your recruitment.

“No, everyone quiet. You are not a part of my crew. Find yourself another place to loiter in. We don’t accept stowaways here.”

“Yeah no, it’s fine! I’ve been looking for a crew anyways.”

“I am captain of this ship and when I say I will toss you overboard if you insist you’re a Heart Pirate, I will toss you—”

“Y’all I’m hungry, got any food? Preferably meat, yeah?”

“Do not feed her.”

They feed you anyways despite his protests. He didn’t need another one like him on his ship, let alone in his crew.

“By the way, what’s your name Mr. Captain?” A piece of meat was ripped right off the bone. What a slob, Law grit his teeth, and as if I’ll accept her messy behavior. I’m tossing her right off the sub when she’s done.

“It’s Trafalgar Law!” Penguin chimes in, beating the captain to his own introduction. He grunts in annoyance. “Address him as Captain or doctor,” added Bepo.

“MMmmmmm,” your face twisted comically after a brief ponder, “Too boring, how ‘bout Lawsy?”

“No.”

“Trally?”

“Not a chance.”

“Gar.”

“Just shut up, I’m losing brain cells from you. Address me accordingly.”

“Okay, Traffy.” You burped as you chugged down the last of the juice.

Law could only sigh, because even if he threw you overboard, he’d still be stuck with you.

And that’s how it all circles back to Law giving you a ride on his back while walking along in the designated plaza. This is how his normal looks like nowadays. And nowadays, he doesn’t complain, even if he hates being ordered around, he just does it. His crew speculates him having only a soft spot for you, but he denies it every time. It was obvious though.

Today was the day he and Luffy agreed to meet at Dressrosa to take down that son of a bitch named Doflamingo. Everything was going as plan.

“Hey, Tra-guy!” The strawhats called putting from the other end of plaza, stirring a commotion contrasting the daily chatter of the citizens. He scans around and only sees Zoro, Usopp, Robin, Franky out of the troublesome gang. Where’s Luffy?

His grip tightened to hold you in place after your legs thrashed around in excitement, that never leaving irksome grin plastered on your features as always. “Stay still,” he sneered as he forced your legs to settle.

“Woah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Y/n,” Usopp whispered to Nami, to which she nodded in agreement.

“My, they have gotten quite close,” Robin’s chuckle was covered by her hand.

“Wow!” Franky drawled out, his stance in his usual super pose, “Since when did you two get together?” The glint of his shades gleamed as Law approached.

Law simply responded with a “Never” and carried on with discussing the plan that Luffy and most likely his crew won’t follow suit—but it was worth a shot. Hell, he didn’t even bother to explain it to you, knowing you’d do your own thing anyways like what you were trying to do now.

“Traff, Traff, Traff!” With every chant, you kicked your legs outwards to catch his attention.

“What, what, what.” He propped his arms upwards to readjust your sagging position caused by the sudden movements. The strawhats paused their chatter, noting that the stoic doctor had no sign of vexation on his face. That was a first.

“I’m hungry,” you smooshed his cheeks together. With a lilt, you asked, “Food?”

He casually nods, telling you “Later”, inattentive to the cheek smooshing and now cheek pulling. Nobody said anything, but it was obvious he had a soft spot. I mean, nobody can touch him—let alone his face— like that. If they tried, they’d be in a million pieces.

“Guys!!” The scream approached fast along with a mob of angry citizens following, “Got the meat! Now run!” The strawhat captain zoomed by, dragging the rest of his crew and allies along with him until stopping at a hidden alleyway.

During the time of escape, you hung your head down as Law transferred you from his back to his chest, face-to-face, in one swift motion, so you never caught a glimpse of the runner.

“‘Eyyyy, Tra-guy! Didn’t even notice you’re here!” The man gnawed on his meat while stuffing the leftovers into his big orange bag.

“Glad to see you too, Strawhat-ya,” he greeted back, eyes meeting with yours for a hasty second before trailing his gaze to your relaxed lips. It was intimate, seeing you close to him, bodies pressed together, arms around his neck and waist whilst his rested on the underside of your thighs. You and him always been together since the day he was held at gunpoint to recruit you, so it was normal for him to have some form of physical contact, whether it’d be hand holding to prevent you from straying away or the constant elbow hitting the back of his head while you whistled a verse or two. Giving you piggyback rides was common, so why did his heart start racing? This is what he always did, what was so different that could make him feel heated?

His chain of thoughts broke when you ripped yourself off of him to hug Luffy. “It’s been so long,” the shorter make cried, “I missed you Y/n! So nice seeing you out here! Especially with Tra-guy.” Seemingly impossible, your arms drew him tighter to you. “I missed you Luffy. God, I’m so happy to see you alive, I read all those articles. Really making big moves out there, kiddo.” Dramatic tears flowed out both his and your eyes, basking in the nostalgia and memories you shared.

To you, it was a touching moment; but to others, it was a cloud of confusion.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Usopp’s question dripping in disarray. But, their confusion was unparalleled to Law’s. That’s who you reminded him of—Luffy. He fell in love with someone who’s basically Luffy. He fell in love with Luffy’s sister. He fell in lo— no. No he’s not in love, what is he thinking?

“Huh, that’s a shocker,” Law’s lips were dry, mouth slightly agape as he watched the two monkeys hit it off.

Parting ways as the sun retired for business, Law took you to the hotel he had a reservation for. He was definitely gonna ask about Luffy. Grabbing the keys, it was a nonstop travel to the bedroom. Gotta hand it to Mingo, the bastard is a sick fck but he has some classy taste. The hotel was flooded with the natural shine of the moon, decorations silk and simple to compliment each other and the luxurious smell that was hard to miss.

Immediately upon entering the room, the first thing you checked was the fridge, searching for sweets whilst Law leaned idly against the doorframe as he watched.

“Yes, they have kinder eggs,” you shoved an egg in his field of view, “See?” He lowered your hand away from his face and ran his calloused fingers against his hair. It was a long day today, and he was tired as hell, but in this moment, all he wanted to do was to watch you.

“Want some?” Already munching on the Cadbury you found, you waved your face in front of his to break his daze.

“What?”

You simply pointed and broke off a piece to lay it against his outstretched palm.

“No wonder you seemed familiar to me,” he started, “You’re his sister.” Responding in a hum, he continued, “How did that happen? Sister by blood or by choice?”

“By blood dummy,” you popped a jawbreaker in your mouth, “We grew up together. If Ace and Sabo were being a jackass, I’d beat their ass flat. They were such bad influences! But seemingly in a good way..? They were like brothers to me too, ha, I was kinda like their mom if you really think ‘bout it,” Your mouth stopped sucking as the words you said became more and more sentimental. “I miss them. Ace, Sabo, and Luffy. But I’m happy. I guess it’s just... with everything... it’s nice seeing him alive and laughing. Enjoying life. And happy! Must’ve been hard on him all by himself. Besides, I can’t bear to lose another brother, not again.”

“I understand,” naturally that was his response, being that he could empathize since he did lose a sibling, a mother, and a father—twice— because of people. The world was fucked up. No other words were exchanged, effectively ending that convo.

You dug through the multiple bottles of wine, haphazardly throwing them away to search for more candy. A set of hands joined you on this search, crouching right beside you.

“Seems like you need help.” He offered a tiny, yet genuine, smile, to which you smiled back.

After endless digging, you found a can of whip cream and laughed as you sprayed a heaping load on the doctor’s nose before running around. He chased after you, grunting and hitting his long limbs against the small obstacles you placed, and lost you after he moved said objects to clear the path. You climbed onto the wall and pounced on his back, causing him to fall down completely, the cream crushed against his pointed nose and marbled floor.

“I win,” you sat on him as he struggled like a caught spider underneath your weight.

“Okay, I concede. Get off me.”

You flipped him over so his face was towards the ceiling, which was dark after you turned off the lights, and laid back on his chest. His chest had a subtle, yet rhythmic rise to it and made you fall asleep without trying too hard. You peeped a sigh of content before snoring away.

He admired how peaceful you looked when he wasn’t busy babysitting you. The moonlight doused your features in a soft light, turning even the harsh features into something delicate like a flower. The way your lips parted to let out obnoxious snores, the way your hair is tousled in a perfectly imperfect manner, the way your eyelashes contrast your skin tone, the way how there’s something about this moonlight that makes him wanna just lean down and plant a chaste kiss on your lips.

So he does.

You barely felt it graze against yours.

His hand caressed your hair with feathery light touches and his other brushed against your cheek.

Only the moon knew about the endearing look hidden in Law’s eyes that night; it was that same endearing look that showed he was in love.

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