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[fairyvearths]

3 times you try (and fail) to kiss luffy and the 1 time he kisses you

FANDOM: one piece WORD COUNT: 5, 300+ PAIRING: monkey d. luffy x reader WARNINGS: none, for the most part. a hint of jealousy, but it’s very small.

NOTE: hello @hawkix, i am your secret santa for the @onepiece-blorboexchange​. i hope this piece is to your liking. merry christmas, and happy holidays 🎄🎁 also cross-posted on archive

one

“You’re best friends with Luffy, right?”

Zoro is sleeping—or at least, trying to. With how rambunctious the crew is right now, and the way the ship rocks on the waves, it’s pretty easy to assume that the man is still awake. That, and, you had seen his brows flinch slightly when your shadow fell over his face.

But still, he pretends.

Fine.

You kick him.

Zoro catches your ankle before you make contact with his leg. “Oi,” he snaps.

You flail for balance, a squeal sticking in your throat as your centre of gravity tilts.

Zoro pulls you as you fall and you crash on your side.

“Ow,” you say, mostly for show, because your arm had cushioned your landing and you’ve been through much worse than this. Zoro knows it too.

“Quit being a baby,” he grouses, shifting himself up higher on the railing now that he’s officially awoken from his nap. “The Hell were you thinking, trying to kick me?”

You roll onto your back. “You were ignoring me.”

“I was trying to sleep.”

“But you weren’t, yet.”

“Yeah—yet. I was getting there.”

“So you just ignored me?” You bat your arm in his general direction. “What if it was an emergency?”

“It wasn’t.”

“You don’t care about me.”

“The Hell?”

You giggle because he didn’t say, ‘Yeah, of course I don’t’ and that’s a win if you’ve ever encountered one. “You don’t,” you sigh, carpeting the floor with your faux misery. “I could die and you woul—”

“Shut up.” Zoro actually jabs you in the arm with the hilt of one of his swords.

“Hey!”

“You didn’t hit your head when you fell, right?”

You scoff, mirthful shock coating your words, “Are you calling me stupid?”

“No—I mean, I made sure you didn’t hit your head when you fell.”

It takes a while for his words to click in your brain, and when it does—Oh. You turn your head to look at him, cheek pressing into the hardwood floors. “Why can’t you just say you care about me like someone who isn’t emotionally constipated?”

Zoro scowls, crossing his arms across his chest and looking away like he’s a four-year-old child throwing a tantrum. “Is this what you woke me up for?” he grumbles.

You want to keep ribbing him, but you understand that Zoro is being defensive, so you take his cue and reroute the conversation. “No, actually—I wanted to ask you a favour.”

He turns back, scepticism raising his brows. “About Luffy?”

You open your mouth to ask how he knows, but you realise you had asked about your captain when you approached Zoro. “So you did ignore me,” you gasp, slightly maybe a lot offended.

“Yeah, of course I did—I was trying to sleep!” he shoots back.

It’s your turn to cross your arms over your chest and cast your gaze to the sky. “I can’t believe you.”

Zoro clicks his tongue before tapping your leg lightly with his foot. “What’d you need help with?”

“Nah,” you push out with a breath, “I don’t want your help anymore.”

“Fine,” Zoro says, yawning. “Go somewhere else—I’m trying to sleep.”

You slap his knee. “Oi.”

“What do you need, then?”

“I wanna kiss Luffy.”

A beat. Then, “And you’re telling me, because?”

“Because, Zoro,” you say, turning to face him again, “last time I tried, you called his attention to a Sea King and ran off with him.”

Zoro snorts. “So, go kiss him now.” He jerks his chin towards the deck where he, Usopp and Chopper are gathered. “He’s not busy.”

“It’s not that simple,” you intone, stretching out your words. “I can’t just do it out of nowhere, it has to be proper and—”

“Oh, kill me now,” Zoro whispers in exasperation. He deflects another one of your attacks, knocking your hand out of its trajectory. “If you wanted romantic, you should’ve gone to the Cook.”

“But he’s your best friend,” you reiterate. “You know him better than anyone here.”

Zoro sighs, long-sufferingly. “Have you tried talking to him?” he asks, tired.

“No?” Bewilderment laces your tone, falling in a heavy heap on the ground. “I’m not telling Luffy I want to kiss him.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s weird; I can’t just tell him, I just gotta do it.”

“Then do it—He’s right there.” Once again, he gestures towards your captain, as if you’re not already hyperaware of his presence.

“Not like that,” you hiss.

“Oh, my God,” Zoro grumbles. “Stop being difficult.”

“I’m not! I just need to you to help me—”

“I’m trying! You keep dismissing my solutions. It’s so easy, here, look—Luffy!”

Your heart jumps into your throat as Zoro hollers, and you leap forward to cover his mouth. You misjudge the distance, punching him in the cheek instead.

“What the fuck?” Zoro rears his head back, slapping your hand away.

“Shit, I’m so sorry—” You retract your offending limb, covering your mouth in shock. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, didn’t hurt,” he says, and you can tell he’s not just saying it to make you feel better. The man’s been through so much worse, and you both know it. “Just, what the fuck, though?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you lament. “I just—You yelled, and I was trying to stop you, but I—”

“What’s up?”

You didn’t scream.

You didn’t.

You just, got startled. Because it was Luffy. And he came out of nowhere. And if Zoro or Luffy said you screamed… well.

They don’t know what they’re talking about.

You whip around, heart hammering in your throat because you were just talking about kissing Luffy, and now the man is here, squatting in front of you, and you don’t know how much he may have overheard. “Nothing!” Your voice comes out high and nervous.

“Fucking—” Zoro sighs, nudging you towards Luffy with his calf because in your scramble to shut Zoro up, you’d landed on his leg. “Can you just ki—”

You’re more successful this time, shouting over the top of his words and slapping a hand to his mouth. “What the Hell is wrong with y—Ow!” You wrench your hand away at a sharp sting on your palm. “Did you just bite me?” At Zoro’s deadpan stare, you furrow your brows. “What kinda feral—?”

Behind you, Luffy laughs; so loud and carefree that your heart stutters in your chest.

You think you might pass out, but you turn to look at your captain because his joy is always a sight to behold.

“Wow,” Zoro muses aloud, “you are down ba—”

You jerk your elbow into Zoro’s stomach, cutting off his words. “Shut up!” you hiss.

“What were you guys talking about?” Luffy asks again when he settles down.

“Nothing,” you repeat, voice calmer.

Zoro rolls his eyes. “Really?”

“Except for the fact that Zoro is being a butthead,” you say pointedly.

“Butthead?” the butthead echoes.

“Ah.” Luffy nods sagely. “That sounds like Zoro.”

“Oi!”

You giggle, watching as Zoro grabs a sword and jolts the hilt towards Luffy’s face.

Luffy grabs the hilt to deflect it, but when Zoro pulls his weapon back, Luffy careens forward.

“Ah!” The shout is more from surprise than anything, Luffy’s knee colliding with your shin as he practically falls on you.

“Shit,” Zoro breathes.

“Oh.” Luffy scrambles himself off your leg. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you dismiss his concern. “That actually didn’t hurt, I’m fine.” You’re hefting yourself up with your elbows, expecting Luffy to move out of your way.

But he doesn’t.

And now you’ve almost pushed yourself up against his chest.

And he’s looking at you so earnestly your cheeks are flushing. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he presses.

You nod, throat thick. Body warm. Your eyes dart down to his lips. The urge to kiss him rises tenfold. Maybe you could just do it. No fancy situation, no set up. Just… this. With him hovering over you because it just happened that way. Staring at you with concern swimming in his pupils.

“So, can I go now?” Zoro pipes up from behind you.

You startle, bumping a shoulder into Luffy’s chin.

Luffy recoils, effectively severing the moment.

“I am so sorry!” you gasp, reaching out to cradle his head. “Oh God, are you okay?”

Luffy nods in your hands, chuckling lightly. “’M fine.”

“Zoro, you can’t just do that!” you hiss at him.

“I have been here the whole time,” he deadpans. “But it seems I’ve done my job, so I’m gonna g—”

Luffy tilts his head. “What job?”

“Nothing!” you yell before Zoro can answer, letting go of Luffy like you’ve been burnt. “Nothing.” You slide out from between the two of them and clamber to your feet. “You take your nap,” you say to Zoro, “and you can go back to—” You signal towards Usopp and Chopper, “playing, I don’t know.” You smile at Luffy even though you don’t really feel it. “I’ll go.” You depart before the two of them can say anything to you.

“You were too much of a butthead,” Luffy says in a low enough voice that you know he’s not talking to you.

There’s the sound of something hard hitting something fleshy.

“How’s this my fault?” Zoro retaliates.

You duck into your room before you can hear if their banter escalates to sparring.

two

There’s a stabbing pain in your side, but you ignore it in favour of running across the rubble—or at least, try to. The sharp ache is all encompassing, and you’re pretty sure you’re bleeding out as well.

But right now, it’s of no matter.

What is of matter, though, is the fact that Luffy is on the other side of this debris, and you need to get to him.

You crest the peak and start down the slope towards the ground, towards your captain wobbling on his feet, bruised and ruffled. “Luffy!”

He turns when you call out to him, face lighting up when he catches sight of you.

You’re practically tripping over your own feet to make it over to him, teeth gritting at the jabs that lance through your ribs.

He crashes into your body when you enter his personal space, your legs faltering under the unanticipated weight.

You catch yourself on your knees, holding in the gasp that wants to escape because him jarring into you didn’t help. You wrap your arms beneath his shoulders to keep him up. “Hey,” you breathe out, chest releasing some of the air that had been trapped in there at the thought of your captain in peril. “You okay?” You’re frantically pawing at his face, thumbs swiping at the blood and cuts.

Luffy nods, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “’M good,” he manages to answer around you pulling on his skin. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” Satisfied with your inspection—his wounds are shallow and will heal up at a rate that still shocks you—relief pools into your stomach. “We’re good, we won.”

He furrows his brows, eyes scanning your face before they rest down your body. “You’re hurt,” he states.

“It’s fine.” You shake your head, hiding a wince because, yeah, it does hurt, but you don’t want him to fuss over you when he looks like this. “I’ll be fine.”

“You’re bleeding,” he reiterates, cupping a hand over your wound.

“Ah!” You shrink away from his touch, unbalancing both you and him because he had been essentially leaning on you for support.

Luffy circles his arm around you, righting you before you topple backwards, taking him down too. “You’re hurt,” he repeats, voice soft.

You stare at him, face so close to yours that you can see his eyelashes. You’re so pressed up against him that you feel him breathing on your chest, every rise and fall in tandem with yours.

His heart is beating quickly—or maybe it’s yours.

It probably is yours.

He’s so close to you, and your brain feels like mush; lightheaded and echoey. Your ears thunder with the sound of your own heart. Your breaths catch in your chest.

“We should get you to Chopper,” he murmurs. He looks behind you, over the debris, where the rest of the crew should be.

A part of your brain knows it’s urgent, but the other part can’t stop staring at his lips as he speaks. “Luffy,” you utter.

He snaps his focus back to you, gaze darting between your eyes. “What?”

You shift your weight onto his, and he takes it easily, tightening his arm around you. You can feel your breath blow back on your face with how hard you’re breathing onto Luffy’s. Your head fills more and more with cotton as you careen towards his lips.

You black out before you make it.

three

After the fiasco of employing Zoro’s assistance, you decide that he actually isn’t much help at all. So the next best thing is to go to Robin. Because she’s clever, and smart.

You sit her down in the quiet of the aquarium and tell her about your dilemma, and about Zoro’s ridiculous suggestion of ‘just asking Luffy,’ and how nothing you’ve tried has worked.

She laughs at the end of your recollection, a soft thing that she hides in her palm before standing up. “Come with me,” she says.

You follow her, recognising the walk to the library as you’re halfway there.

She settles you down at the table before disappearing between some shelves, to, presumably, find a book. When she returns, a light in her eye, you know she’s found something good. “It’s Christmas soon,” she says as though it’s a suggestion.

“Okay?” you ask, bemused. 

She chuckles softly, rifling through the pages to find the spread she wants and places it on the desk, tilting it so it’s upright for you to read. “Mistletoe.”

You look down at the page, a drawing of said plant on display. “Uh-huh.”

“It’s tradition,” she begins, “for people to kiss when they’re caught under a mistletoe together.”

You glance up at her. “Oh. So, we just have to get some mistletoe,” you say. The plan sounds easy enough.

But.

“Where, exactly, are we gonna get some mistletoe?”

“Next time we stop by an island, I suppose,” she muses quietly. “It’s a Christmas tradition,” she elaborates, “so at this time of year, people will be selling these everywhere.”

“Great—thank you.” You already feel much better about her advice than you did with Zoro’s. You lift the page between your fingers, pulling the paper. 

Arms sprout from the table, clutching at your wrist.

“What,” Robin says, a harsh lilt to her tone, “are you doing?”

“I just need to know what it looks like.”

“You’ve seen what it looks like,” she continues in the same voice.

“Yeah, but I’m not gonna remember it once we get to an island.”

“So, you decide to vandalise my book?”

“I’m not vandali—Ow, ow!” You let go of the page as she tightens her hold around you. “Okay, I made a mistake,” you cry.

The arms disappear. “I’ll buy it for you,” she resumes the conversation like nothing happened. “You can find some place to put it afterwards.”

You feel like you got whiplashed. “Okay,” you whisper, confused. “Thank you?”

It’s another three days before the ship docks at a small island, and Robin comes back with two sprigs of mistletoe. She hands one to you, keeping the other ‘just in case.’ You don’t really know what that means, but at this point, you know well enough to just leave her and her property alone.

“Where’s a good place to put this?” you ask, dangling the twig between your fingers.

“Where would Luffy spend most of his time?”

You sigh. 

You burst into the kitchen, having checked through the windows to make sure it was devoid of your captain first.

Sanji looks up at your sudden entrance, scraping carrots into a bowl. “Dinner’s almost ready,” he informs you absently. He returns to cutting the vegetables. “Probably start cooking in ten minutes.”

“That’s not why I’m here.”

That piques his interest, the blond looking up again. “What’s up?” he asks, attention now more evenly split between the food prep and you.

“I…” You glance out the windows, as though talking about Luffy would summon him. “Need your help with something.”

“Mine?”

“Yeah.” You approach the counter where he’s working, sitting on a stool opposite him. “I need to put this,” you lift the sprig higher so he can see, “somewhere in here.”

Sanji stares at the plant. “Mistletoe?”

“Yes, see.” You tell him about Robin’s ingenious plan to help you kiss Luffy. And how Sanji knows the kitchen better than anyone, and knows where Luffy lingers the most.

Sanji lets out a sharp breath of amusement through his nose. “Okay.”

“Great! Just—not now. Christmas is in five days, so—”

“I got it,” Sanji says. “Keep it safe ‘til then.”

“Exactly, thank you!”

The following week is busy; the crew gathering to decorate the Sunny, and making quick stops onshore to find gifts for one another. Between draping garland and wrapping presents, you find yourself migrating to the kitchen a lot.

It’s not that you don’t trust Sanji.

But.

This is really important to you, and you don’t know if he’ll prioritise it the same. You make sure the mistletoe is still alive and fresh. Hidden somewhere out of sight and not easily disposed of if someone else were to help out in the kitchen. Most days, you volunteer yourself to assist, just so you know another crew member won’t find it, and then no embarrassing explanation would have to ensue.

It’s easier that way.

“Good morning,” Sanji greets, already anticipating your arrival with a cup of tea.

“Hey.” You take a sip before putting the beverage down. “Is—”

“Yep,” he says, already taking out the tin from the cupboard and sliding it across the countertop to you. “Same place as it was last night, when you checked. And the time before that, and before that too. And—”

“Alright,” you snap, no heat in your tone. “I’m just…” You shrug, at a loss for why you feel so obsessive over a piece of tree.

“Nervous?”

You sigh. “Yeah.”

Sanji pushes the tea over to your hands, and you smile at him. “How about, no more looking at it today.”

You frown. “I don’t think that’s gonna help.”

“Did looking at it help?”

You close the lid and pass it back to him. “No,” you admit quietly.

“I don’t think you’re stressed about the mistletoe disappearing,” Sanji says, voice incredibly soft as he addresses you.

You hum, tapping your fingers on the sides of the cup. “I just… want it to work.” Because if it doesn’t…

If it doesn’t…

That’s not something you want to think about.

“It will.” And he says it with so much certainty that for a second, you believe it too.

You don’t check up on the mistletoe for the rest of the day, but you do still help out in the kitchen.

You’re staring at the counter, where you know the mistletoe is. You know it’s there. You saw it this morning. Sanji let you put it back in there before closing the cupboard and declaring that place off-limits to you. And no one else had come in, other than to eat, and that was over here by the dining tables, not over there.

There’s still a gnawing feeling in your stomach, but you haven’t seen it. So, what if? What if someone came through, looking for something else, and in their search, saw it and took it?

“Are you okay?”

You blink back to the present, snippets of conversation tuning back into focus like a radio. Right. Dinner with the crew. Everyone’s here, eating and having fun. 

Sanji is peering at you from across the table, waiting for your answer.

“Yeah,” you say. “Just—distracted.” You look back down to your plate, surprised to find that nothing’s been taken from it.

“Do you want to check it?”

You purse your lips in thought. It would help.

But.

“No.” You shake your head. “I’ve already gone most of the day, right?” you say. “No point caving now.”

“If you’re sure,” Sanji relents. At your nod, he sighs. “Can you just eat something?”

You stick your spoon into the rice.

A chicken drumstick is placed on your plate, and when you follow the hand attached to it, you realise it belongs to Luffy, sitting on the far end of the table.

“You look sad,” he calls across, retracting his arm.

“I’m fine,” you dismiss his concern, turning back to your food. “Thanks.”

The rest of the crew watches, astounded at their captain’s generosity, and your lack of response.

When Christmas finally arrives, you’re not sure how you feel. Yes, it’s Christmas, so you’re excited. But that means putting up the mistletoe and finally bringing your plan to fruition. And that part, you’re more reluctant about.

You’re the first one in the kitchen aside from Sanji, and he looks up, smiling at you.

“Door,” he says.

You turn, watching it close. “What?”

“The mistletoe,” he reiterates. “Put it up last night.”

“Oh!” With the new information, you tilt your head back. It sways gently from the door’s motions. “That’s the best place for it?”

“Luffy comes and goes upwards of twenty times a day.” Sanji sounds sure of himself. “If there’s any place that he frequents a lot, it’s that door.”

“Thanks, Sanji,” you say, beelining for the tea he’s left for you on the counter.

Sanji starts to crack eggs into a mixing bowl, and you stare at your drink. “How are you feeling?”

You shrug. “Still nervous, but… not much else I can do about it.”

“Just.” He takes a whisk from the drawer. “Don’t think about it too much.”

Scoffing, you take a sip of your tea. “I really don’t think there’s anything else for me to think about, right now.”

“What do you want for breakfast?” he asks.

“Whatever you’re making,” you say absently, “I don’t mind.” You’re two-thirds of the way through your drink when you speak again. “What if it doesn’t go right?”

“How?”

“Like, what if…?” You swallow something thick. “What if he doesn’t want to kiss me? Then I’ve just—”

Luffy crashes through the door, startling you out of your conversation with Sanji. He scans the kitchen, face lighting up when he makes eye contact with you, bounding over. “What are you doing in here?” he asks, plopping himself down in the chair you’re standing next to.

“Nothing,” you deflect, because you don’t really want to tell him that you were lamenting to Sanji about whether he’d kiss you or not. But your answer is suspicious too, so you retract your earlier statement with what you hope is a carefree shrug.

(It’s not.)

“I was helping out with food and stuff.” You turn to the eggs already beaten laid out in front of Sanji. Shit.

Luffy hums, a slight dejection to the note. “Come outside,” he says instead.

You pause, trying to think of an excuse. “But we gotta make breakfast, then there’s the big Christmas dinn—”

“But I miss you,” he says, frowning.

Oh.

“We donʼt hang out much, anymore.”

You blink, gulping your dangerously loud heart back into your chest. It’s suddenly warm in the kitchen even though the ovens and stoves are off. “Okay,” you croak.

Luffy beams at you, and your breath sweeps away. He grabs your hand to lead you out, and your palm feels clammy in his.

As you’re leaving, Sanji clears his throat.

Luffy stops, turning around. “What?” he asks.

You turn too, a murderous glare pointed at the blond. Shut the fuck up, you will towards him.

Sanji flickers his gaze over your heads.

“What?” Luffy repeats.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, trying to step further onto the deck to steer him out of the kitchen.

Luffy purses his lips, standing his ground. He’s always been stronger than you, so your attempts to move him are rendered futile because he’s not cooperating. “No, I wanna know,” he presses. There’s a pout to his lips, and you can’t help but think he looks cute like this.

“It’s just.” You swallow thickly, tilting your head up to look at the top of the door frame.

Luffy follows your eyes, zeroing in on the lone green tendril hanging off the door. “Ah,” he says.

You watch him, trepidation drying your tongue.

“Why’d Sanji put food in such a weird place?”

“What?”

He shoots his arm towards it, clutching the plant in his hands—leaves and all.

And shoves it in his mouth.

“No!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Sanji yells, vaulting over the counter. He grabs Luffy by the back of the neck. “Spit it out!”

“Luffy, that was mistletoe,” you say when you’ve gotten over the initial shock. Your hands are hovering over him, wanting to help but not sure how because Sanji is already there, and you’d only be in the way.

“So?” he manages to say around Sanji trying to pull his mouth open.

“Mistletoe is poisonous, you dumbass!” Sanji growls, realising that it’s already been swallowed. “We need to get you to Chopper.”

“But I feel fine,” Luffy protests.

You usher your captain out the door, heartbeat reverberating loudly in your throat. “No, please just—C’mon.” You walk around Luffy when you’ve exited the kitchen, pulling on his hand to lead him to the infirmary. You look at Sanji over Luffy’s shoulder. “You go…” You gesture back inside the kitchen. “I got this.”

“You sure?” Sanji asks.

You nod. “There’s a lot to do for today.” You turn back around, glancing at the rest of the deck. “Chopper!” you call out to him when you see the reindeer with Usopp and Nami.

Chopper darts his head up, looking at you. “Yeah?”

“We need you in here!” you say, pointing your thumb back towards the door of the doctor’s office.

There’s clambering as Chopper disregards his prior activities—unwrapping presents, judging by the colours on the floor—to run over. “What happened?” he asks when he’s closer.

“I ate something,” Luffy says when you open the door. “Sanji said it was poisonous.”

“Mistletoe,” you interject before Chopper can panic too much. You stand to the side, letting them in first.

“Mistletoe?” Chopper repeats.

“It’s… a long story.” 

plus one

Chopper releases Luffy from the infirmary after coming to the conclusion that the captain’s run-in with Magellan has heightened his tolerance for poison. So eating a twig of mistletoe will do nothing more to him than upset his stomach, which should pass on its own.

After the little doctor confirms this, you breathe out a sigh of relief.

Luffy turns to you; a smile on his face, a comment on his tongue of how you’d been so worried over nothing, but—

You’re exiting the room, door shutting behind you.

“Hey!” Luffy scrambles off the bed, sidestepping Chopper with a quick ‘Thanks!’ before dashing outside to find you.

You’re faster than anticipated, halfway to the dorms.

But Luffy has abilities that you don’t, so he stretches his arms, hooking his palm around the mast to slingshot himself forward, landing in front of you with a grunt.

“Fuck!” you hiss, jumping backwards, eyes wild with his sudden appearance.

“Sorry!” Luffy is quick to placate you.

“What the Hell?”

“Didn’t mean to scare you—What’s wrong?” He interrupts himself with the question because thatʼs more important right now, and knowing how the two of you like to banter, you’d gloss over how you’re feeling in order to keep teasing him about startling you. 

“What?”

“There’s something wrong with you,” Luffy says, because he hasn’t been seeing much of you this past week, and he thought that maybe you just wanted time for yourself to recharge, but you were always in the kitchen with Sanji, instead of hanging out with him like you usually did, and that—

He pushes that aside.

Not important right now.

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” you say quietly.

“Yes, there is.” He’s insistent, knowing that whatever it is is bothering you.

“It’s just… I wanted to—” You sigh. “Nothing,” you dismiss. Then, “It’s stupid.”

“What’s stupid about it?”

You pause, thinking about his question. “I… don’t know.”

“So, it can’t be stupid.”

Your lips quirk up, a brief thing that lights up your face for a millisecond, but Luffy watches, enamoured, because he hasn’t seen it in so long.

“It’s…” You shrug, hesitation dancing across your features. You stare up at him, and he really wishes your eyes weren’t apprehensive.

“Tell me,” he presses gently.

“I want to kiss you.”

“Oh.” He suddenly finds it hard to breathe. “And that makes you upset?” The thought of that squeezes his chest.

“No, no! That doesn’t make me upset, it’s just, I’ve been trying to kiss you for the past month, but things would happen, and I couldn’t do it, and then we came up with this plan with the mistletoe, but you—”

He stretches his arms, wrapping them around your waist to pull you towards him. He leans down and seals his mouth over yours, effectively silencing you.

You gasp in surprise, but the noise is swallowed up, lips chasing after yours. He’s squeezing you to him, waist pulled in so close he can barely think straight.

You wrap your arms around his neck, urging him closer, and Luffy tilts his head, fingers breaching the hem of your shirt to caress your skin. You whimper, so delightfully desperate that Luffy pushes against you, tongue swiping across your bottom lip. 

He loves the noise—the neediness lacing your tone that he’s only ever heard you use towards him. Every time he’s been unimaginably close to you, he’d notice the way you’d stare at him, full of want and unadulterated longing that it fogs his brain and tightens his heart down to his stomach.

And how you’d whisper his name, like you did back in the forest, even though you were bleeding out. You were staring at his lips and he thought you were going to kiss him, and he realised that in that moment, he wanted to, too. And he would’ve. If you hadn’t passed out immediately after.

Then after he’d taken you to Chopper and you recovered, you pulled away, secluding yourself in the kitchen with Sanji, pretty much all day.

But, now.

Luffy gets to kiss you. He giggles into your mouth, something light bubbling away in his chest.

You pull away from him, breathing heavily. “Why did you do that?”

“Because you wanted to.”

“But did you want to?”

He thinks about you; his crewmate, nakama, friend. Someone he trusts with his life. Had gone through the biggest ups and downs of his life with you. Then he thinks about kissing you, of how many times he’d wanted to in the past, even before the forest. “Yeah.” And because he can, he pulls you in for another kiss, and he feels you smiling against his lips.

When you part this time, it’s his turn to ask a question. “Why didn’t you just kiss me when you wanted to?”

“Because it’s weird,” you say as if it’s common sense. “You can’t just kiss a friend out of nowhere.”

“But we’re not just friends. We’re… different.” 

“Different?” you echo.

“The way I feel about you, and us, it’s different from how I feel about the others. It’s just different with you.”

You swallow and Luffy watches your throat move. “So, you’re saying, I could have kissed you, at any time, in the past few months, and you would have been okay with it?”

Luffy nods. “Yep.”

You purse your lips. “Oh, dear Lord,” you mutter under your breath, “Zoro was right.”

“About what?”

“He said I should’ve just asked you—I thought he was being daft.”

Luffy laughs, and you smile up at him, drinking in the noise. “You’re silly.”

You nod, before double taking as you catch sight of something over his shoulder.

Luffy looks up too.

There’s another sprig of mistletoe dangling from under the mast, metres high above your head.

“Don’t,” you say, before Luffy can react, “eat it this time.”

#op y/n secret santa #one piece x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy x reader #one piece #one piece x you #one piece. #luffy. #gift. #blorbo exchange. #long post #( i rly hope you like this #i also couldn't gift it to you on ao3 )

[bas-writes]

In Fruit There Is Truth

Character: Sabo Reader: female (cis) CW: explicit NSFW content, second-hand embarrassment, porn with some plot, Devil Fruit shenanigans, mutual crush, love confession, glove kink, handjob, vaginal fingering & sex, spanking, biting, fingers in mouth, unprotected sex, dirty talk - lots of it (this boy has quite filthy mouth on him hehe) Word Count: 3981 Summary: No one was ready for this edition of Sabo's reckless idiocy. And especially not you, once confronted with the sudden outburst of unrestrained naughty honesty, caused by a very unfortunate meeting with a certain Devil Fruit. A/N: horribly late due to circumstances but better late than never: my entry for @onepiece-blorboexchange written for lovely @secretsnailor <3 wishing you all the best in the new year, hope this little gift was worth the wait :3 your prompts & choice of characters were so.good. that I struggled more choosing something than writing what I in the end chose lmao I wish I had time to write all 4 fics I figured out from them :c

Soldiers of your rank aren’t called directly to the supreme leader…well, usually. ‘Cause the orders you’ve received were definitive and clear: Dragon awaits you in the command headquarters, right now, preferably literally, drop everything and teleport, if you can—or at least spit your lungs out when running. Almost choking on the last piece of breakfast you managed to snatch before the call had ended, you indeed speed through the corridors, bumping into people on your way, lavishing elbow hits and chaotic apologies. You don’t even take time to catch your breath once you make it to the door—you just burst inside as you are, wheezing, hair and clothes messy, bent in half with stitches in both sides.

The view you find has…nothing to do with what you’ve expected.

The supreme leader is red. More: he’s beetroot red and looking so impossibly stupid you don’t recognize him at first. His eyes shoot at you for a split second and immediately wander far over you—something you would expect from a teenage boy in front of his first crush, not from a middle-aged serious man. Reflexively, you glance down, maybe a button or two has opened as you were running… But your ladies are hidden and cozy, there’s nothing inappropriate enough to embarrass anyone yet, a man of Dragon’s caliber. Even more confused, you run your gaze through the room, but besides you two there’s only Sabo, weirdly scrunched in his chair, face suspiciously blank, and twirling thumbs over his lap. In other circumstances your heart would beat faster—as it always does in the presence of this man, the leader of your unit, a good friend and, as for last few months, a raging crush—but now you try to catch his eyes only for any crumb of explanation.

He only stares at the opposite wall, dead inside.

“We have…” Dragon clears his throat, his eyes even more dead. “A delicate problem.”

If you were stressed before, now your anxiety levels have broken through the ceiling and are on a good way to reach the escape velocity.

Your mind is rushing through all you have done as lately, cold sweat running down your spine, even if a moment earlier the fine shirt you wore seemed thick like a woolen sweater. What on earth has happened to earn you a direct scolding from the supreme leader?

“Not you,” Dragon sighs. Your thoughts must have been written all over your face. “That idiot.”

He nods towards Sabo and cringes. You follow the move, your gaze finally meeting Sabo’s, you see his wide-famous cheeky grin blooming despite sheer panic in his eyes, and…

“Your tits look absolutely delicious when you’re heavy breathing like this.” He says, his face growing dead pale.

What the fuck?

Pain and shame in his eyes, Sabo opens mouth again, but Dragon smashes open hand on his lips—whatever was aimed for your ears, has turned into incoherent, muffled babbling.

“I’ll keep this short before he makes it even more awkward,” Dragon says through gritted teeth as he puts all might into not looking at you. “He made a hero out of himself and got right into a Devil Fruit attack. We don’t know what exactly it was, but apparently, he can’t lie anymore, and the more he tries to hide something, the more it spills out of this stupid mouth of his.”

Your lips form into a soundless oh, no words feel suitable for this…bizarre situation.

“It may last a few hours, might go for weeks as well. All we know is that you’re the only person able to make him shut up because, quoting, around you all he can think of is—”

He cuts, face not red anymore but purple, and makes a vague gesture towards your neckline. You clutch hands over it, suddenly feeling very, very naked and lewd, even if all you’re wearing is your casual outfit, now sweaty and messy on top of that.

Sabo mumbles something into Dragon’s palm. Dragon presses his mouth harder.

“Please.” His voice is soaked with desperation. “I beg you. Do something. Not—” He coughs into fist— “literally what he says. I’m sorry he’s making you feel uncomfortable. But he’s going to reveal every.single.operation.plan. if we let him run free. You have my permission to mistreat him however you feel it’s right, just don’t shoot him…to death, you may even tie him—”

Sabo’s eyes flick from panicked to very interested.

“—Please, don’t tie him. Anyway. Just keep him away from anything that could make his brain cells click in a dangerous direction.”

No one, even Dragon himself, would blame you, if you said no. The whole mess is awkward and hysterical beyond your understanding, every trembling nerve of yours screams at you to run and hide—not because of fear, just embarrassment burns you alive. Who could possibly face…all of that, right in front of their boss? Who’d bolt from there even more gladly than you? This is ridiculous!

But there’s also that…curiosity. This little devil whispering your own naughty ideas right into the sphere of your mind willing to listen. Such an unambiguous opportunity doesn’t appear easily, even if the costs already burn you from inside—in a way, so far at least, having nothing to do with desire. No more silly games of cats and mice. No more cautious flirting between missions, sneaky stares and testing touches. No more moral dilemmas, and thorough plans, weighing pros and cons, and learning the subtleties of his language. No more second-guessing: oh, how tempting it is to pull on his tongue before the power—whatever it is—runs out, and Sabo can return to his cheeky, flirty, hard to read self.

You still have a lot of hesitations—but at least you’re sure the object of your longing and fantasies returns your interest enough to rail you once. And who knows what else…

“Yes, sir.” You click your heels. 

Dragon is so relieved he’s aged down twenty years just exhaling.

***

Easier said—and thought—than done.

You have been dreaming about this moment, Sabo sprawled on top of your bed is a common image from your fantasies, keeping you awake and heated just right during your sweet private time. But seeing it with your own eyes, additionally sprinkled with a kicked puppy look on his face, has you spiraling into so many directions at once you can just sit on a chair like a good girl, legs clenched close, and so tense you feel you might explode if only you move a little.

Overly confident, reckless, cocky Sabo often drives you insane. But this Sabo, who seems out of place, is even worse.

“Well, if it isn’t awkward,” he sighs, falling back into your pillows and rolling sleeves up. He has already loosened some buttons but hasn’t taken the gloves off. The view, naturally, has your insides churning with need—and your legs clenching even closer.

When the symptoms of weird power didn’t ease through a few hours—horribly embarrassing and filled with Sabo throwing dirty and cheesy thoughts and compliments as casually as if he talked about the weather—you’ve decided to share your room with him until he’s back to his usual self. He’s been banned from leaving, your comrades brought his clothes and utensils, as well as dinner for you two. Luckily, you have a rare luxury of your own bathroom—if you had to walk him to the toilet to keep him away from spilling every tea he ever tasted, you would surely implode.

Being spared of embarrassment—and shock, once you’ve got used to his…dirty antics—has opened a new door, pushing your own thoughts into one and only direction. As if Sabo’s single-tracked perverted brain rubbed on you with its all might. On one hand, you really…don’t mind it. There’s nothing new about wanting him, except his very real presence. There’s nothing new about your interest being reciprocated either, there’s always been chemistry between the two of you, some touches and trial tastes already happened… No promises were made, and no mile steps were done, but you’ve assigned your chances are pretty high.

But on the other—

“Believe me or not—weeell, now you’re kinda forced to believe it anyway—but this is not how I wanted it to go.” Sabo stutters, by sheer luck wording what’s swirling in your mind. “I should have at least started with something…slightly more platonic than drooling over your tits.”

You can’t help some laughter, “At least we have skipped the small talk. I ain’t mad, you know?”

No lies on your side as well. How could you be angry at this kicked ball of awkwardness? That’s, somehow, succeeding in stirring your interest in a quite…heated way?

He whines your name with a roll of eyes, then sits up, leaning towards you over comfortably spread legs. “Heeey, and here I’m doing my best to not come over as an idiot who thinks with his dick.”

“You don’t?”

A crack in his expression tells you words slip past his intent again, “I do. Who wouldn’t around you? One look at your boobs and my thoughts dance only about tearing your shirt open and— Arghhh, do you see where I’m getting with that?”

You nod with understanding. You’ve been seeing the past few last hours.

With a sigh of surrender, Sabo hides face in hands, gloved fingers threading through his fluffy golden locks, “Alright. My mouth is useless now. Hey, can you pass me my jacket?”

“You’re not planning on bolting, right?” You watch him with a suspicious smirk as you throw him his iconic coat.

“Oh, hush your pretty lips, mistress. I got something for ya.”

It takes him three tries to pull the right thing out of a pocket. With a triumphant “ha!” he shows you a frail package, something wrapped in brown paper, teared on the side and awkwardly pulled together with a cord.

“Impossibly expensive gift I’ve stolen from a shop for rich pigs,” he announces proudly—and for the first time today you’re not sure whether he’s having a slip of tongue again or is it his honest and planned take. “C’mon, don’t be shy.”

Under the ugly wrapping there's a surprising gem—fine, light and slick in touch. Delicate leather feels against your skin like fluffy down; you weigh it on the palm of your hand, so gently as it could fall apart at the slightest move. He flexed with his choice, that smug bastard, not only finding something practical, but also elegant, matching your taste in fashion and even suiting your skin tone.

Of course, someone dressing as good as Sabo knows what a good pair of gloves is.

“Even if you stole it—” Words don’t want to come out of you as smoothly as you want. “Sabo, I— I can’t accept it just like that.”

“Naaah, you can.” He snatches them out of your hands, already pulls on your wrist and forces you into a glove. The hold of his nimble yet insanely strong fingers is like an electric shock—every single time and especially now, under the weight of the spiral of horny confessions, proximity and his irresistible charm. Breath hitches in your chest, a flicker barely palpable yet reflected in his eyes, darkening with longing as they glance shamelessly into your cleavage.

Sabo is gentler with the other glove, be it your lack of resistance or the switch of atmosphere. You feel like a diamond adorned with the softest velvet under the ministrations of his fingers. His hands are huge, from so close, in comparison to yours, even bigger than you estimated. He cradles your gloved palms with ease, strong thumbs rubbing soft circles on their backs. You saw what he’s capable of, crushing bones like wafers and tearing stone like paper—but there’s no fear in you, just a sudden, uncontrollable urge to be touched more, carnally, truthfully to his sincere claims.

You’re not sure whether the gloves are that warm—or is it your own body heat skyrocketing under his touch.

“That was supposed to go with dinner or at least coffee.” An awkward blush ghosts on his cheeks, but his voice is already lowering in tone and volume, leaning into sensual whisper faster than your breathing grows. “With a letter and everything. But I’m just a horny idiot, and I want to fuck you as bad as I want to scream how much I love you.”

A loud thudding of your heart almost drowns his words. You’ve started to hold your breath as he was speaking, lack of oxygen growing prominent, but you still don’t dare to inhale. As if a draft of fresh air would destroy the moment. As if he would dissolve if you dared to breathe. 

“Please, don’t look at me like this,” he chuckles low, his pupils dilating as he leans to even your height. “You’re looking like a little, confused prey, and it’s awakening things in me I was not aware I have.”

Finally, you take a breath, shaking and lust-infused. “Goddammit, Sabo. You’re the most bold and charming horny bastard I have ever met.”

“I’m a man of many talents.” He grins. “And many desires. The things I wanna—”

“Well—” You quickly cut into another spree of horny confessions. “You love me. Seems I love you too. You said enough to push my imagination where it should go. And gave me pretty gloves. If you can’t stop yourself from adding more…we can as well just put your ideas into good use.”

A gloved hand rests on your chin, gently tilts it up.

“I love the way you do the math.”

***

“Mnhhh, your hands feel so good.”

He’s twitching between your fingers, heavy against your palm. His own hands secure you from behind, a handful of your curves in each, his gloves deliciously rough. Seated in his lap, in nothing but panties and open shirt, you pump him to your desire, not rushing anywhere, just lavishing yourself with his enthusiasm, with the weight of his gaze skimming from one love mark to another. 

You’re adorned with them, especially your breasts. He hasn’t left them alone since you abandoned your bra, barely peeling away to get a better look at your flushed face. He smirks, his eyes gleaming at you with lust and cockiness, as if testing how far you’ll push the both of you before you cave and let him take the lead.

“I wanna cum all over them. All over you. I wanna see you whole covered in my cum, your breasts, your face, everywhere.”

The Fruit hasn’t eased its power even for a second. Sabo lets words flow, they spill freely, ridiculous, dirty, moist and heavy with lust. You got used to this forced boldness, but you haven’t heard this timbre ever before, ghosting together with his breath over your sweaty skin. Like in trance, you squeeze him between your hands, your new gloves stained with precum and saliva. Exclusive leather, the highest quality, ruined with a whim of your bodies; he looks and feels excellent, so right, hard and burning-hot. On the verge of bursting under your fingers.

With a low groan, Sabo throws his head back, a rowdy, impish smirk flashes at you as he bucks between your palms, “You look so fucking good. So needy. C’mere.”

He tosses you up so easily, your weight meaningless for his insanely strong hands. Barely giving you time to grab his shoulders for balance he dives between your legs, gloved fingers harsh between your sensitive folds. But discomfort lasts only as much, the skill and sheer power take any unpleasant sensation away, immense pleasure quickly taking over your body and mind. For a split moment you wonder how many he treated before you to be this good, but he doesn’t leave you a second to delve into this thought.

“So wet for me,” he coos, his eyes growing even darked at the lewd, sloshing sounds, his fingers sliding into you with ease. “So fast? How badly do you want it?”

He guides you closer, hungry lips skim along your neck before they settle over your ear, words murmured between wet kisses and nibbles, “You want my cock, don’t you? Do you think you can take it? You’re so tight around my fingers…”

He scissors them, stretches you with stubborn precision, testing every inch of your slick walls for your reactions. Never before did you suspect fingers can feel that good, so strong and meticulous, as if he had control over every single nerve in them individually. You start clawing at his shoulders, delicate leather barely a barrier between him and your nails. The familiar feeling of pressure in your abdomen hurtles you towards the blessed snap, arches your back and hips for more. Sabo smirks against your ear, bites its shell as he curls fingers to reach a spot he’s been looking for.

And gods, if he didn’t have a good guess.

“I wanna hear you more.” He groans as you mewl helplessly, rutting hips against his hands to squeeze more of his fingers. “Tell me. Do you want to ride my cock? Do you want to cum on it?”

You would agree for anything to get more of him. Enthusiastically, you plead and beg, as if the Devil Fruit still keeping him in power started affecting you too. 

“Your cries are so sexy,” Sabo rasps, his hand clenching on your hip so hard you whine, not sure yourself if with pain or ecstasy. “Fuck, I want to push you on your knees, make you beg more for it. But you wouldn’t like it, hm, babe? You just want to get fucked, don’t you? You wanna cry on my cock?”

“Fuck, yes!” In desperation you thread through his locks and pull, his sharp hiss vibrating down your spine. “Sabo, please! I want more!”

“Oh, you will get more.”

So fast you barely notice the move he pulls fingers out of you, stable now grasp on your ass guides you to his cock and press down. Sharp inhale squeezes his name in your throat, he pushes deeper and deeper, in merciless chase to please your whims. He’s thick, filling you up so perfectly, as if you were made to take his cock and his cock only. In no time he doesn’t have to put any pressure, you bob on his length with hunger, no care for anything but chasing the need burning your insides.

“My oh my, you whine so loud someone will hear you.” He licks your juices off his glove, then presses a thumb to your lips, your taste still lingering on leather. “I should have choked you with my cock. But fingers will do, won’t they?”

No thought, just immediate response: you open for him before he words his order. His fingers muffle your cries just a little, if only riling you up even more as you eagerly suck and gnaw, your saliva dripping down your chin and his hand. 

His eyes become almost black as he watches you with wicked interest, letting you use him to get off—but still being the one in control, your selfishness being nothing but fulfilling his wish. He’s so frustratingly calm, all the last crumbles of prior embarrassment gone and replaced by confident, cocky smirk you know way too well. He knows he has you in his net, wrapped around his pinkie at this moment, the Devil Fruit affecting him only on his behalf.

“Ain’t ya a pretty, desperate, little thing?” Out of sudden, he slaps your ass, the echo louder than your surprised gagging as you bobbed your head forwards, taking his fingers much deeper. “Just look at you, so tight on my cock, so good for me…”

The next ones have you howling in pleasure, your hips immediately picking up a fast and steady rhythm. He reads your limits almost at the first try, soon adjusts, and strikes with such precision you squirm in immense pleasure. His other hand leaves your mouth, lets you sing for him as he reaches for your breast, kneading and pulling to his desire, fingers tracing the marks his lips and teeth left.

“Will you cum for me?” He grazes your nipple with a thumb. “Will you cry my name as you come?”

His hips, rather still until now, buck up, meet your rhythm half-way, force it to stutter and break, leaving you helpless against his whims. You lean against him, your legs giving up with the switch of the mood—but he doesn’t let your head bounce off the edge and die out. The thrusts into you freely, with perfect precision recreating the angle you chose and hurtling you towards you high so fast you lose yourself in sensation, your vision, hearing even, going blank.

“Fuuuck, sucking me in…” Holding you close, Sabo waits for your return, his words filthy, but hands surprisingly gentle, stroking your back in slow, calming moves. ”You wanna milk me for all I have, huh?”

“May—” You manage to choke out before you’re in motion again, suddenly in the air, swirling with his cock still buried in you. The bed whines under the weight of two bodies as he presses you, not so gently, into the mattress, your legs hooked up, the strain in your thighs almost unbearable.

At least, for once, he doesn’t have anything to say.

He gives you only a few seconds before pounding you back into haze. Seconds filled with his intense gaze, eyes full of lustful darkness, wet locks plastered to sweaty forehead, cheeks flushed with exertion and desire. Leather sinks into your skin, he spreads you open—and takes everything, no thoughts, no remorse, just stream of pleasure, tide sucking you in with such power you can’t think anymore.

In chaos of pleasure and sensation you feel his teeth again, clenching desperately on your throat. He groans something, no words, feral growl rather, maybe an attempt to shut what the Devil Fruit tries to drag out of him. If he could, he would tear you, that’s as much as you can be sure as you drown in another orgasm, marked with teeth and jaw as strong as his fingers.

And hell, you would let him.

Sabo chokes out a word—your name? —another desperate, overstimulated high of yours finally dragging him with you. At the last moment he pulls out of you and comes all over your stomach, soon slumping on your, your legs falling helplessly by his sides. 

A hot, sweaty and sticky mass—of both of you. 

“Did I…hurt you?” He eventually rasps out, concerned, gently tracing an especially nasty bite mark. “Shit, sorry… This must have hurt like bitch…”

You shake your head and show him a thumb up. You’re still unable to talk, but you don’t want him to bother himself with such details. You want to bask in bliss, aftercare and all the consequences can wait.

Sabo rolls on side with a satisfied groan, takes the gloves off and pulls you close, his fingers soon tracing aimless lines on your back. 

“It’s…the first time I touch you,” he muses with a little chuckle. “Bare hands, I mean. Wait. I wanna do this again. Without gloves.”

“Have mercy…” The offer sounds tempting, but the mere thought of straining your exhausted body more is already painful. “Can you at least wait until my legs stop shaking?”

“Sure. We can’t get out of here anyway. I don’t think I’ll shut up about how good you felt on my cock.”

He peels your remaining clothes away, leaving the gloves for the end. He inspects them from close, equally proud and perverted grin beaming from his face. “But as soon as I can get out, I’m getting you a new pair of those.”

#op y/n secret santa #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #sabo x reader #sabo x you #sabo x y/n #one piece smut #sabo smut #bas writes #sabo #sinful #female reader

[lale-txt]

♡ [ns.fw] midnight tenderness w/ Rosinante & chubby afab!reader

a/n: my fic for @onepiece-blorboexchange! so hiii @nekomacheercaptain ＼(≧▽≦)／ i can finally reveal that i'm your Secret Santa, hehe! little elves told me a certain gentle giant is your fav... hope you will enjoy this fic, i really loved your prompts and i'm glad i finally got to write something for you after feasting a lot on your works! hope December will bring you lots of calm and softness, you sure deserve it ♡

contains: ns.fw under the cut, chubby afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' & 'pussy' used to describe genitalia), size difference, fingering, oral (reader giving & receiving), lingerie, marking, dirty talk, rough sex, breath play, mention of belly bulge, unproteced sex (no mention or implication of pregnancy)

word count: 3.2k

“My love?”

You peek up to Rosinante, meeting his gaze. He has your heavy bags shouldered, carrying them as if they weigh nothing while you make your way home together, hand in hand against the cold. His long, slender fingers are wrapped around yours and make your hand look so tiny in his, fragile almost. You welcome the warmth he is radiating, unfazed by the freezing temperatures and the snow crunching underneath your feet. He’s wearing his signature hat and has your scarf wrapped around his neck; you insisted he’d wear it when he slipped out of his big, fluffy coat and put it on your shoulders instead, an attempt to stop you from shivering on your walk home.

You pull the coat closer and take a deep breath in, feeling dizzy almost because his scent was everywhere. Rosinante gives you a warm smile when his eyes meet yours, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and squeezes your hand tighter.

“Still feeling cold? We’re almost home… I’ll run you a bath while you unpack, what do you think?” – “Only if you care to join me.”

Even in the dark of the night you can see the faint blush on his cheeks, not yet the shade of his lipstick but close to it. Rosinante smiles from ear to ear and almost trips over his own long legs, his thoughts already trailing off to the shared bath together. You chuckle and scoot closer to him, ready to do your best to catch him in case he falls, knowing too well that it would probably result in both of you going down. How fitting, considering how madly and deeply you’ve fallen for each other…

Once you step into the safety of your home, all tension from the past couple weeks drops off your shoulders and makes you feel like you’re finally able to breathe again. Living a life undercover is exhausting, but you are glad you get to share it with the one closest to your heart. And one day you’ll both be free to do whatever you want, you’ll enjoy a peaceful and quiet life together without having to say goodbyes constantly, never knowing when you’ll get to feel each other’s lips again.

One day. 

Until then, you’ll cherish the hours and days you get to spend in your shared solitude, in this small hideout you made a home; with a big cozy bed and fairy lights hanging from above, warm dimmed lights in every corner and framed photos of each other, your initials carved in the wooden door frame, saying ‘We were here’. It’s all you need. This and his skin on yours, sweet nothings whispered for your ears only, two souls radiating in their own tiny orbit. 

Rosinante locks the door behind you and for a second you just stand there side by side, letting reality sink in; then you glance up to him and he just drops your bags to the floor so he has both hands free to pick you up and push you against the nearest wall. Your arms fling around his neck and pull him closer and a heartbeat later his lips crash against yours, sinking deep onto each other. Just when a small and startled moan escapes your mouth, he takes the chance to slip his tongue between your lips and deepens the kiss even more, making your heart drum in your chest.

His fingers dig deep in the softness of your thighs as you have them wrapped around his waist and warm shivers run down your spine straight to your core. Absence makes the heart grow fonder but also leaves it touch-starved and yearning, making it soak every bit of affection you get now that you’re finally reunited again. 

“I missed you so much…”, you sigh against his lips and pull him closer by the shapes of his hat, your fingers running through his golden hair and messing it up. His feather coat slips off your shoulders and falls to the floor with a soft thud when he pulls away from your lips to look at you, his brown eyes shimmering in the soft light. You could easily drown in them. 

“My heart felt like missing a piece while you were gone”, he whispers and smiles against your lips when you lean in for another kiss, every fiber of your body vibrating in joy over being reunited with him again. You feel the safest in his arms, with his big hands holding you up with ease, cherishing every bit of you. For once he doesn’t slip and fall when carrying you over to the kitchen, putting you down on the counter with your legs still wrapped around him. You can feel how hard he is already, his clothed erection rubbing deliciously between your spread thighs where you can feel pleasure pooling already. 

When Rosinante looks at you with those kind eyes, there’s no doubt that he simply adores you; leaving not an inch of your skin unkissed and worshiped while he takes his time to undress you. Between hungry kisses he slides his big hands underneath your shirt, cherishing your love handles while he slowly pushes the fabric further up until his fingertips brush against lace and a small “oh” escapes his lips. 

You smile and cup his cheek to blow another kiss on his lips, then roll your shirt up further, bit by bit, revealing black lace lingerie that flatters your curves so nicely, your erect nipples peeking up underneath the see-through fabric. Rosinante’s hands are still resting on your rib cage, trembling slightly from the sight underneath him. You feel him grind harder against your core, making your pussy throb with excitement. No one had ever looked at you like he does before and it’s enough to make you dripping wet; sheer adoration and lust tied with love, love all over the place.

“You like it?”, you coo and laugh when he kisses you again, fiercely almost as his fingertips wander up, brushing over your chest and making you moan softly. 

“A lot”, he mumbles and kisses your jaw, lips trailing down the side of your neck as he bends you further over the kitchen counter until he’s pinning you down on your back, making you feel so small underneath him. Part of you wants to beg him to fuck you already, to stuff you until you feel so full of him; while another part wants to take this painfully slow, until you’re a dripping hot mess with love bites all over your chubby body, getting adored the to fullest for hours until you forget your own name from pleasure.

“My love… you’re so stunning…”, Rosinante whispers as he peeks up to you, now cupping your breasts with both hands, his thumbs drawing circles around your nipples over the lacy fabric before he leans down to suck on them, never breaking eye contact. You squirm underneath his touch, one hand digging into his arm while your other is buried in his hair in a tight grip that has him growling. His name falls out of your mouth like a broken record and he continues his ministrations, admiring the way you roll your hips for more friction. 

Just when you think you can’t withstand the built up tension any longer, Rosinante kisses further down your stomach, adoring the softness of it with his fingers digging into your sides as if he never wants to let you go, leaving crescent-shaped marks all over your rolls. You mewl when he spreads your legs further apart, revealing a damp spot in your pants that has him licking his lips and smiling widely. 

“Please…”, you stutter, chest heaving with lust and anticipation. “Touch me…”

Your pleading voice unleashes something feral in Rosinante. All of his thoughts radiate around pleasing you, about tasting you, about feeling you twitch around him while he’s all the way inside of you, almost too big for you to handle but you take him anyway, your tiny pussy sucking him in and dripping for him. His huge hands help you wiggle out of your pants while he kisses you deeply, a thin thread of drool connecting you when he pulls away a few inches to gaze at the matching panties, already soaked for him. Meanwhile your hands fly to unbutton his heart-patterned shirt, revealing a toned torso full of scars and soon to be covered in lovebites.

Your fingers trace every scar, you’ve memorized them all. Each one tells a story and with your bodies pressed against each other it’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, all coming together to write a new chapter in the stars; a story of love and tenderness, about two hearts who beat in unison for a while, in this life and hopefully all others that are yet to follow. 

“I love you, Rosi”, you sob with your fingernails digging into his shoulders when he slips a hand inside your soaked panties. He runs two of his slender fingers up and down your folds while he kisses you, muffling your greedy moans with his tongue. You buck your hips further against his palm but he has you pinned down so good, leaving you defenseless to his touch and you willingly surrender when he finally pushes two fingers inside, quickly followed by a third one when he hears your needy mewls.

Rosinante’s fingers are big enough to make you feel stuffed already, but when he curls them up just right and rubs that sweet spot inside, you lose all composure and cry out his name as you chase your high. You kiss him more, him willingly leaning in, while your hands roam and grab what they can of him, his hair, his shoulders, until one hand comes to rest in the back of his neck while the other lifts his chin up slightly, making him look at you with a flustered expression when you slip your fingers inside his mouth. His tongue swirls around them greedily, sucking on them while his own fingers pump inside of you, your juices running down his wrist already. 

With his lipstick smeared and his eyes so full of adoration he is sending warm waves of pleasure down your spine. Sometimes you wish you could see yourself through his eyes. Right now though your mind is blank, tiny stars dancing in front of your eyes with his long fingers so deep inside of you. Rosinante leans into your touch and kisses your palm, then pulls down your soaked panties for free access to your hot core. You want to reach for the throbbing bulge in his pants, but he is far too strong and keeps pinning you down, having you whining when he pulls out his fingers and leaves you feeling hollow. 

“Rosi, please, I–” 

You swallow the rest of your sentence when he bends down and pushes your legs up, resting them on his shoulders before he goes down at you with a smirk. He has you whimpering and moaning the moment his tongue parts your folds, licking up a stripe, and shortly after his fingers are pumping inside you again while his other hand wraps around your neck with ease. You could cum from the sensation of his big fingers lingering around your throat alone. 

“You taste so good, sweet thing…”, he moans against your cunt and buries his face deeper in it, eating you out so good it has your toes curling. High with lust you only chase your orgasm now, melting into his touch and showing him how to choke you right. You enjoy the dizzy feeling, every fiber of your body prickling while you mewl out his name. Rosinante is getting rougher and you like it, squirming every time he kisses and bites the inside of your thighs, leaving lipstick marks everywhere. Only when he comes up to your lips again to give you a taste of yourself, you lose all composure and come undone, your cunt clenching around his fingers as you gasp for air when he finally releases your throat. 

Both of you breathe heavily as your orgasm fades out in waves. But neither of you were satisfied yet. 

“Bed…”, you mumble against his lips, now finally able to rub his throbbing cock through his pants, stained by precum and your juices already. Without further ado Rosinante picks you up again with ease, carrying you over to the bedroom with several breaks in between, where he pushes you against the walls or almost trips and falls, his fingers only digging deeper in the softness of your flesh and having you squirming. 

Somehow you make it to the safety of the bed without any further incidents and when Rosinante puts you down gently, you lean against the headboard with your legs spread widely, presenting him the dripping mess that you are, waiting for him to finally fill you up. With eyes pinned on him you watch him undress, the shirt falling to the floor shortly followed by his pants, until he was only wearing boxers with a heart pattern, the silhouette of his hard cock clearly visible. You lick your lips and crawl on all fours towards him when he sits down on the edge of the bed, his arms wide open for you. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot… come here…”, he murmurs and leans down to kiss you, his hands wandering all over your skin, cherishing the softness of it as you lean into his touch. You moan into his open mouth when he teases your puffy clit again and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

“Such a tease”, you pant and reach for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and watching his throbbing cock spring free. Framed by a nicely trimmed bush, he was huge. Every time you wondered how he’d fit but you made it work always, only satisfied when he was buried so deep inside he’s been rearranging your insides almost, the visible belly bulge when he was fucking you deeply always enough to send you cumming on the spot.

A deep growl vibrates in Rosinante’s chest when you lean down, sprawled across his lap, and open your mouth wide for him. His sheer girth was almost too much for you to handle but you do it anyway, licking up and down from the base to the tip, your tongue swirling around him before you take him down your throat as far as possible. He takes a sharp breath every time you gag on him; his hand lingering on top of your head, not pushing you down on him but gently holding you in place, testing out how deep you can take him. 

“Fuck… making me feel so good, my sweet little thing…”, he moans and pulls you up by your hair to kiss you, one hand wrapping around your throat again which makes your pussy throb. “Keep being good for me, hm?” 

You nod eagerly and giggle when Rosinante lifts you up with ease, pinning you down on the mattress. He was so huge compared to you, making you feel so tiny underneath him. His eyes wander all over your naked body, admiring every bit of it as he spreads your thighs wide open. He got this love drunk expression on his face, as if he couldn’t believe how lucky he is to call you – his perfect little doll – his. You reach for your folds and show him just how badly you want him, only him. 

Something inside Rosinante snaps when he sees you squirming underneath him, so needy and desperate for him, your pleading eyes and the way you call out his name like a prayer. He gives his cock a few strokes and then lines himself up at your dripping wet entrance, teasing you by rubbing his tip between your folds until your fingernails claw into his arms and you beg him with tears pricking in the corners of your eyes to fuck you already. 

“Rosi, please… I promise, I’ll be good, just please… fuck–” Your eyes roll in the back of your head when he enters you in one go, stretching you out so deliciously. He holds still to let you breathe through the sensation of feeling so full of him, and only when you buck your hips he starts moving, fucking you deep and slow. Through a hazy vision you glance up to him, admiring his huge frame hovering over you, his lipstick smeared and his eyes fixated on you, watching his cock glide in and out of you. 

“So tight for me”, he whispers and kisses you. “You feel so good, I don’t think I’ll last long this round…” You wrap your legs tighter around him to hinder him from pulling out completely, ignoring the fact that he could easily manhandle you if he wanted to. But just the gesture itself is enough for Rosinante to thrust inside you harder, your walls fluttering around him.

“I’m also close”, you mewl with your hands resting on his chest, your nails leaving faint red trails all over it with every thrust of his. “Fuck me harder, please, please…”

Rosinante grabs you by your hips, fingers digging deep into your softness as he slams you down onto him, panting out your name in a broken rhythm. His teeth sink into your shoulder and you feel yourself balancing on the edge of your next orgasm, your cunt throbbing around his length. Buried underneath him you feel tiny and from the corner of your eye you can see your tummy curve every time he’s shoving himself fully inside, a sight you’ll never get enough from. 

“Gonna cum, gonna… hng…”, Rosinante whines and you cup his face, making him look at you as his hips keep moving faster and faster, your legs shaking around them. “Cum for me, baby”, you coo and as your lips crash against each other, so do your bodies and unleash an explosion of lust and pleasure; tiny flashes shooting through your veins and painting your view white as your orgasm rolls over you. At the same time Rosinante also reaches his high, his thick hot load filling you up to the brim, dripping outside with each of his thrust and running down the insides of your thighs. 

Your legs fall down weakly, still trembling from your high and you laugh and cry at the same time, your emotions all over the place from the sensation of it. Rosinante hugs you close and rolls over on his back, careful not to pull out yet, yearning for the warmth of your cunt a little longer. He has his arms wrapped around you as you slump down on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart drumming underneath his rib cage. You smile blissfully, even wider when he kisses the top of your head and runs his fingers up and down your spine, whispering sweet nothings. Your cunt still twitches around his length.

“Welcome home, my love…”, he hums and puts a big smile on your face. Home. Tomorrow will come and maybe both of you will be on the run again, but you know that you’ll always have a home in these arms, holding you tender. No matter which obstacles life will throw in your way, hand in hand you’ll face all of them; a love so warm it’ll melt the falling snow and herald the start of spring.

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[stellar-imagines]

Because You Deserve It/Luffy & Zoro

[ Fandom: One Piece ]  [ Characters: Monkey D Luffy, Roronoa Zoro ] 

「Luffy, Zoro and you were roommates and lovers. After going through so much stress, neglecting your boys and pressure from your parents―you couldn’t contain your feelings any longer. Thankfully, your boys are more than happy to pamper you.」 [ Modern AU, Polyamorous relationship ]

Note: My part of the One Piece Secret Santa Event! Thank you to the lovely mods of @onepiece-blorboexchange for arranging such a fun event! I hope you enjoy it @fairyvearths Happy holidays to everyone reading this piece.

MONKEY D LUFFY & RORONOA ZORO (POLY)

"Heeeeey, [First Name]! Are you listening?"

"Huh what? Sorry, can you repeat that again Luffy?" you asked with a small smile.

Luffy pouts at first, clearly upset that you weren't paying attention to whatever he was saying earlier. However, his pout was replaced with a wide smile before he motioned toward the plate in front of you. You had stopped eating midway, losing your appetite and Luffy seemed to be eyeing your food for quite a while. When you pushed the plate of food and told him about how you were already full, his face lit up almost instantly. He wasted no time pulling the plate closer and began eating whatever was left on your plate. You gazed at him with a soft smile, resting your face against the palm of your hand.

"Hey, you need to stop spoiling him." Zoro lightly hit your hand as he passed by the table you and Luffy were sitting at. 

"Why are you complaining, Zoro? She said she's full and that I can have it!" Luffy grumbled as Zoro took a seat next to you.

"You've been eating less recently. You on a diet or something?" the green-haired male questioned.

"No, I'm not. I'll be in my room working on my project if you guys need anything." you announced, gathering the empty plates before walking over to the kitchen to put them into the sink. Luffy lets out a noise of protest, it was more like he was whining at you. Zoro looked disappointed as well, which was quite rare. When you glanced over, he was pouting at you with spaghetti sauce all over his mouth.

"I thought we were playing games tonight!"

"I thought we were drinking tonight!"

As much as you wanted to just laze around in the living room with the two, you still had a lot of things needed to be done for the submission that was just a few days away. With the same old apology and promising to make it up for them later, you returned to your room. There were papers scattered on the table and bits of random trash on the floor, what's more, your laptop screen showed your unfinished work. With a long sigh, you shrugged on your jacket and sat in front of your screen, and began working.

You couldn't deny the fact that you occasionally skip or do not finish your meals. With so much going on in your mind, you tend to forget to eat. You felt too stressed, anxious, and preoccupied to the point you didn't feel hungry. Swallowing food made you nauseous, and you felt as if eating was an unnecessary expense, worry, and inconvenience. Luffy and Zoro often showed concern and tried to make sure you're still well nourished and all that.

Your parents had really high hopes for you and expected you to be the best of the best. When truth to be told, it was hard for you to balance your studies and work at the same time. There were numerous times you would have to review for your next quiz during break time. The constant pestering about your grades and how they would compare you with other kids they knew of. At first, you thought that you chose your desired major because you were passionate about it but now it feels like something you're obligated to complete. You didn't find joy in learning new stuff anymore.

When you reached that breaking point, you told your parents your struggles, in hopes that they would sympathize with what you're going through. It's the same old 'Other students seem to be able to do it, why can't you?' from your parents. You've never really stood out as a smart student but you were always in the middle, the average one. Not doing extra work to stand out but doing enough to stay in class. You've sacrificed sleep to attain more, only to be disappointed with the results.

You finally submitted your assignment and tomorrow will be the start of your break. There were still things that you needed to do over the break and it was hard for you to actually relax. You barely got any sleep and when you finally handed in your assignment, you just trudged back home. It was hard to remember what you last ate but when you saw the empty cup noodles sitting on the floor of your room. God, you really needed to eat more healthy stuff if you want to live longer.

Just as you were about to start cleaning before you can take a well-deserved nap, you heard someone knocking on your room door pretty loudly. Before you could even answer, the door swung open revealing your two boyfriends, Luffy and Zoro. Luffy was holding onto multiple boxes of pizza and other takeout boxes that were tall enough to hide his face. On the other hand, Zoro brought a ton of sake and alcoholic beverages, along with [Favorite Drink].

"What's all this.....?" you muttered in surprise.

"You haven't been eating right?" Zoro asks.

"You don't sleep so much too!" Luffy added.

"You have been giving Luffy too much of your food."

"You don't hang out with us anymore!"

"Wait, wait, I know all that but....." you trailed off, suddenly overwhelmed by what was going on. Zoro and Luffy shared a confused glance before looking at you. It was hard to comprehend the intentions behind all this. You thought that they would be busy with whatever they were doing today, considering how they left just early in the morning. They both practically drag you towards the living room because you were just too stunned to speak.

"You just look mopey all the time and it sucks!" Luffy exclaimed.

"We both know that you've been working on your assignment a lot. Now that everything is over, it's time to celebrate. Because, let's be honest here. When was the last time you actually spoiled yourself?" Zoro asks, putting down the numerous drinks he was holding earlier.

Your lips trembled and you couldn't help but try your hardest to contain your tears. It was hard to remember the last time you actually spared some time to play your favorite games, hang out with your favorite boys and eat your favorite food. Zoro and Luffy have noticed when you began to spend most of your time holed up in your room, doing your assignments. They could practically see how much sleep you have been losing and the stress you've been put under. They only saw you out of your room to use the bathroom and to grab some food and drinks.

But Zoro and Luffy stayed patient the entire time. The last thing they wanted was to distract you and you would end up not finishing your work. But their hearts were yearning to see you, and spend some quality time with one another. The two boys could never understand the stress you're under and they never forced you to talk about your feelings all the time. But it didn't stop them from worrying. Sometimes they could hear you getting annoyed, and having breakdowns alone in the middle of the night. And they'd catch sight of the faint tear tracks underneath your eyes when you greet them with a smile when you run into them in the apartment.

"I-Is it really fine? I'm.....not being a bother, right....?" you mumbled, trying to contain your tears as you watched Zoro and Luffy set up everything for you. They brought your favorite takeout and laid out your favorite games and movies. You weren't sure what you did to deserve all this spoiling.

And you let out a small hiccup when Zoro wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you onto his chest and he kissed the crown of your head. Luffy moves in front of you and gently grabs your wrists, trying to tug your hands away from your eyes. But much to his dismay, you shake your head and mumble something about how embarrassing it was. Zoro sighs, resting his head on the crook of your neck, and pulls you closer by your waist. Luffy steps back a little, gently wiping the tears off your face. And when you mumble their names with such a broken voice, the two boys instantly peppered your face with kisses.

"Stop crying already." Zoro mumbles against your neck before slowly pulling away.

"Sorry, I look horrible right now." you sniffled. The two boys looked quite offended when you said that and kissed your eyelids. Luffy and Zoro threw themselves at you again. Zoro had his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you from behind while Luffy wrapped his own arms around your neck, staring down at you.

"Don't apologize! You're not ugly! You're the prettiest!" Luffy huffs with a cute pout.

"Hurry up, the food's getting cold." Zoro was the first to pull away while Luffy grabs your hand and drags you to the couch.

It was hard not to cry while you eat. Zoro has an arm around you to comfort you while Luffy feeds you when your hands begin to shake. Despite not having the energy to play games with the two boys, you insisted that they played without you and that you were content just watching. You had fallen asleep at some point while the two of them were playing. And when the two boys noticed the lack of reaction from you, they turned to see you fast asleep on the couch. Luffy is the one to carry you to your bed while Zoro turns off the game before joining you and Luffy on the bed.

That was hours ago. When you woke up, the room was still dark and you couldn't see any light from the curtains which meant you had plenty of time to sleep again. After blinking the sleep away from your eyes, you found yourself staring at a tuft of black hair. Luffy has his face smushed against your chest, arms around your waist. You looked over your shoulder to see Zoro resting his chin atop your head, arm thrown over your chest just over Luffy's head. The slight movement you made had Luffy groaning lightly in his sleep and he tighten his arms around you. 

Luffy mumbles something about eating meat with you while Zoro snores lightly. You couldn't help but smile, kissing the top of Luffy's head before shifting around to kiss Zoro's cheek.

"Thank you, Luffy, Zoro. I love you two."

Total: 1790 words Published: 16.12.2022

Requests are open! Matchups are closed! Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.

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[theogonies]

No Return

prompt | nico robin x gn!strawhat!reader + childhood friends to enemies to lovers (for the @onepiece-blorboexchange event)

summary | a betrayal, a reunion, and a promise.

happy holidays @daeryn !!! i haven’t written much enemies to lovers, but it was such a good prompt, i had to give it a shot. hope i did your wish justice :3

word count | 2.5k

content warnings | just fluff really. mild enemies to lovers with some hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence including a couple mentions of blood.

i.

When you first met Robin, you were sixteen and naive.

It’s hard to believe you didn’t see it sooner. She wasn’t any older than you when she arrived on your little island in the West Blue, yet somehow she’d already earned an impressive bounty to her name and the reputation to match.

Everyone wanted a piece of Nico Robin back then. The Marines, D-list bounty hunters looking for their big break, all the crews she’d already found time to betray.

The Mafia family who ran your hometown, too. They claimed she’d skipped out on her debt, and that was reason enough for you to keep her secret when you found her squatting in your basement one day, semi-conscious and bleeding out from a grisly wound.

So you nursed her back to health, and in return, she told you stories. Adventure tales of turncoat marines and fearless archaeologists. Histories of civilizations you never knew existed.

The ones you liked most were simpler, though: a language that sounded like ringing bells. A spiced cake that was only made on one particular island. A hundred folktales about seagulls. All reminders that there was a whole world out there across the sea, out of the reach of the Five Families and the Marines and anyone who wanted to decide what your life meant for you.

“You’re too kind,” she’d told you once, when you offered her a portion of your supper for the night.

“What,” you cocked an eyebrow, half teasing and half genuine curiosity. “You think I’m going to put all this work into patching your wounds, and then let you starve before you can heal?”

“You don’t ask for anything in return.”

“S’okay,” you shrugged. “I like talking to you. That’s enough for me.”

You watched as Robin nibbled at a slice of crunchy bread, gears clearly turning in her head.

Eventually, she responded, “I can do more than tell stories, you know.”

“...Like what?” 

“I’ve been on my own for a while.” She avoided your gaze as she fidgeted with one of the tassels on her jacket, lost in thought. “It’s easier to make it at sea with a crew, especially someone with your medical skills.”

Sometimes you wonder if you still would have answered the way you did, knowing how it would end.

Probably, yes. Nico Robin wasn’t an easy girl to turn away from.

“Think it over first” she’d warned you. “You have to understand, I’m a dangerous person to be around. I understand you want to get out of this place, but it’s not enough to keep running. If you don’t want to end up worse than where you started, you have to ask yourself what you really want.”

She didn’t leave you much space to argue, but then, you didn’t exactly think it over, either. You didn’t need to, because you knew what you wanted so intuitively that it felt stupid to question it: to sail out to sea. To enter the Grand Line with Robin. To learn the history of this world together.

By the time the year was up, you’d found yourselves a small crew and a caravel to call your own. You were well on your way to leaving Robin’s history behind and becoming successful pirates in your own right.

The worst part is that you don’t know why it all changed; just that one day she was there, and the next, she wasn’t.

Even if the Marines hadn’t been mysteriously tipped off, you’re not sure there was anything else you could have done. Not with Robin’s Devil Fruit powers gone, the trust between yourself and your crew shattered.

You lost everything that day. Your treasure, your ship, your friends.

Despite everything, the loss that stung the most was Robin.

ii.

Still, somehow, in the years following you managed to stow away on another crew’s ship and make your way to the Grand Line.

Maybe it was because that was your best lead for finding Robin. Maybe just to prove to yourself that you could do it without her. All those years in-between, scraping by to survive with nothing but your wits and a sword, it never seemed like there was much of a point in looking beyond the peak of Reverse Mountain and asking why.

All that level headedness vanished your first night on Whiskey Peak.

The crew you’d traveled with slaughtered, their ship taken by Baroque Works. If it weren’t for the fact that you were a stowaway, forced to hide from them, you never would’ve had a chance of survival. As it was, the best you could do was keep to the shadows and wait for a miracle.

Lucky that you’d learned so well how to keep yourself hidden.

The next pirate crew to arrive was a ragtag bunch, headed by some kid in a straw hat. It was hard to believe that they’d survive when the crew you arrived with didn’t, but somehow, one of them, an imposing green-haired young man, managed to slip away.

You caught up to him in an alley outside, shaded from prying eyes.

“I can help you get out of here,” you promised him. “You and your crew.”

He just eyed you skeptically before turning to walk away with a wave over his shoulder. “Don’t need help.”

But he was your best hope, so you fought at his side anyway, or at least, did the best you could to keep up. Even if he was the only competent man on his crew, the man was a beast, cutting his way through Baroque Works’ members without hesitation.

By the end of it all, your efforts seemed to have paid off, because their captain thanked you with an impudent grin.

“So what are you doing here?”

You hesitated before finally answering, “...I don’t know.”

“Tch,” the green haired pirate chided. “Nobody comes to the Grand Line without a reason.”

“Mm-hmm,” their captain agreed, neck stretching distressingly far as he leaned in to inspect you. “What do you want?”

You hesitated, shock written across your face. Nobody had ever asked you that question.

Nobody but Robin.

Something about this boy put you off your guard, made you want to answer without thinking. So that’s what you did.

“Someone betrayed me once.” You bit your lip nervously, realizing that this was the first truly honest conversation you’d had in years. “I think she’s part of Baroque Works. Maybe if I learn more about their organization, I can… understand why.”

The pirates seemed to catch the sincerity in your tone, because they glanced at each other and nodded before the boy in the straw hat gave you a winning smile.

“I’m Monkey D. Luffy, captain of the Straw Hat pirates! We’re on our way to Alabasta to find their leader, and you’re pretty tough. Why dontcha come with us?”

When you’d told them you wanted to find Robin, you hadn’t expected that day to come so soon. But as you were sailing out of Whiskey Peak’s harbor, there she was, so casually perched on the bannister of their ship like she was meant to be there.

At first, it was like your mind shut off completely.

Limbs locked, unable to move or speak, you stared on as a ghost from your past came to life. She’d always been a good liar–something you once admired, before she turned it against you–but in the years she was gone, she’d truly come into her own, her voice honey-sweet and teasing.

But what struck you the most was how she’d grown. So much taller, and more fleshed-out, too, lithe muscles shifting as she crossed her thighs, sea breeze ruffling her glossy black hair.

Drooping eyelashes shaded her blue eyes as they skimmed across the rest of the Straw Hats, carefully avoiding looking at you.

At least until she left.

Finally, just as she was turning to go, she glanced over her shoulder in your direction. She was still smiling, but you knew her well enough to read the sadness in her gaze when it caught on you.

“If you survive, I hope we meet again,” she promised.

You couldn’t be sure if she was talking to the whole crew or you specifically, but either way, it was enough to break you from your panic.

“Wait!”

You charged forward, reaching for her wrist, her jacket, anything you could get your hands on, but it was too late; she’d already leapt from the railing of the Going Merry, and this time, she didn’t look back.

iii.

Eager as you may have been to prove yourself to your new crew, by the time you arrived in Alabasta, there was only one thing on your mind.

Ironically, in the heat of the battle, it was only thanks to the Marines that you were able to find her.

Seeing her standing there in the middle of the square, hands falling to her side, surrounding in bodies was so much like the day she left that for a moment you wanted to freeze up again, let your voice catch in your throat until she was gone like before.

But you couldn’t let her escape. Not again.

“Robin!” you called out, startled by the viciousness in your own voice as you commanded, “wait.”

She eyed you up and down, brows furrowed, before stretching her hands into the air, fingers splayed wide in a gesture of surrender.

“(Y/N),” she greeted you, her voice reserved and tense. “It’s… been a while, hasn’t it?”

“You could say that,” you said, hand perched lightly on the hilt of your sword as you stalked closer. “Haven’t forgotten the last time we saw each other, have you?”

Her face twitched at the question, eyes dropping to avoid meeting your gaze.

“How could I?”

Your hand fell from your sword, once again caught off guard by her regret. It was palpable in her tone, in the way she carried herself, in the way that she didn’t seem able to so much as look at you. All this time, you’d seen her disappearance and the Navy’s arrival as a betrayal. You’d hated her for it as much as you missed her.

And yet she didn’t seem to feel anything but grief.

“I–”

It was just a moment’s hesitation, but then, she’d never needed more than that. Her hands fell, swooping across her chest in one elegant motion, and before you had time to react, you could feel fingers clutching at your jaw and wrists and ankles.

She leaned in, breath tickling your ear as she whispered, “I’m sorry. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. But–I don’t have time for this now. I need to go.”

Her grip was stern and unforgiving, holding you too tightly to so much as speak. And yet, it was still her, skin soft and warm and familiar pressed up against your own.

A touch that would have been reassuring, if it wasn’t accompanied by her back turning, leaving you behind.

Again.

You shouted incoherently, writhing against the hands holding you in place, but it was no use. By the time they dissipated into cherry petals, she was already gone.

iv.

You weren’t able to hold back your scream when you saw her there, crumpled on the floor of a crumbling tomb, Crocodile towering over her as his hook dripped with blood.

This time, your shock and your fear weren’t enough to hold you back.

Sword drawn, you charged forward, but still you passed through him effortlessly as his body dissolved into sand, rematerializing at the foot of the stairwell behind you. Panting, you turned to look at him, pure loathing in your eyes.

“Stay away from her.” You struggled to force the words from your heaving lungs, worn from having run all this way to find where Robin disappeared to. “She’s mine.”

You weren’t even sure of which way you meant it this time: yours to hunt, yours to long for. But evidently, Crocodile didn’t care either way, because he just peered down his nose at you, impassive and unthreatened.

“Die with her, for all that I care,” the man said with a gloating curl of his lip. “I’ve already–”

You cut him off with a scream and charged forward again, sword braced at your side. It sent shockwaves through your arm when it clattered uselessly into the wall behind Crocodile.

“Are you finished yet?”

“Never,” you snarled, voice cold and feral in a way that you’ve never felt before. “Not until you’re–”

Lips brushed gently against your ear. A whispered voice, soft like honey, instantly eased the tension in your body and the panic in your mind.

“Water.”

And in that moment, it was like all of the years between you and Robin faded into nothing. Like you were young again, perfectly understanding each other, ready to take on the world together. In one fluid movement, you charged forward as you slid the worn leather canteen from your hip, uncorked it, and splashed it across Crocodile’s chest.

This time, when you thrusted your sword forward, it met its mark: the telling resistance of human flesh.

Crocodile’s eyes went wide in shock as he stumbled backward, your sword still impaled in his chest.

“Again?” he wheezed. “What is it with–”

It was at that moment that the wall blew open.

And there he was: Luffy, your captain. You’d never felt so reassured by his bullheaded determination as you did in that moment.

“Luffy!” you called out. “Take him!”

“Mm,” he glanced at you with a short nod of agreement.

It was all the approval you needed to run back to Robin, sliding to your knees at her side. Her blood pooled around her, seeping into the cobblestone, but if she could still use her powers, if she could still speak, it meant she was alive.

“Robin,” you murmured, oblivious to the ceiling crumbling around you as you slid your robe from your shoulders and began tearing it into strips. “Robin, talk to me.”

She blinked up at you, eyes fuzzy and unfocused.

“(Y/N)? I–” she coughed and for the first time you noticed blood specking the corners of her lips. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

“I’m here now,” you promised, any memories of betrayal gone from your mind as you lifted her into your lap and began wrapping the fabric tightly around her wound. It was too thin to fully stop the bleeding, but at least it was something. Enough to keep her alive until you could get to the surface.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered brokenly, her head nestled in the crook of your arm. “I’m so sorry, I never wanted to–”

You squinted your eyes against the welling tears and bent over, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead.

“You can apologize later. I’m going to get us out of here. Together.”

Robin doesn’t seem to have the strength to speak again, but when she meets your eyes again, there’s a small smile flickering across her lips. An unfamiliar expression, one you’ve never seen her wear before: peace.

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[jadedrrose]

A Coincidence

This is my @onepiece-blorboexchange’s Secret Santa event gift to @owlight! I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you enjoy it, Owl! <3 Happy Holidays!!

Warnings: Lots of fluff, gender neutral reader, though AFAB is implied (reader shares the girl’s quarters with Nami and Robin, but it’s mostly bc who would wanna sleep with all the crazy Strawhat boys? Def not me)

This entire plan was so nerve wracking, you thought you were going to explode. In a good way? Maybe. You also felt giddy and excited, a blush rising to your cheeks every time you thought of what you were going to do tonight.

You wanted to propose to Robin. Rather, you were going to. But being on just a ship, there wasn’t much room to escape your girlfriend; you knew she was catching on and would maybe even figure it out if she ended up talking to you. So far, today you hadn’t really seen her. You wondered what she was up to.

The plan so far had gone smoothly. You had to confide in Sanji about the plan, as you wanted him to make a special dinner for just you and Robin. You requested that he make her favorite meal, sandwiches. But of course, you thought just a sandwich was too simple. So you’d asked your crew mate if he could make a sandwich board, where the two of you could have multiple types along with many toppings to choose from. You’d also requested a cake for after dinner.

Then you had to talk to Nami. You wanted Robin to dress nice (not that she didn’t already) for the dinner. You’d asked that she come up with some reason to get her dressed up. Nami gladly accepted your request, but not before squealing and getting excited at your news.

Then, there were the ones who couldn’t know. At all. Luffy, for one. The guy couldn’t keep any secret, even his own. If you or anyone else let it slip to him that you were going to do a surprise proposal dinner, he would scream the words back at you in excitement, therefore letting the whole ship know.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, but Zoro. He tended to be a bit forgetful (especially with the way he’s constantly getting himself lost), and would probably accidentally say something.

The other boys, you weren’t really sure. Franky could keep a secret, probably, but you had no real reason to let him in on it. You didn’t need to tell Usopp because you were certain Nami would be gossiping about the whole ordeal with him. But you didn’t really mind. Brook? He’d end up spying on you or Robin the rest of the day and ruin it. You weren’t too sure about Chopper. Much like your captain, he was childish at times and would probably say something by accident while fooling around. But you did trust Chopper, a lot. In the end, you decided to just forget about telling anybody else. Two (three?) people were enough, especially with all of you confined to the ship.

Then you needed to somehow set up the scenery without exposing the whole thing. You figured you’d tie it all into Christmas since the holiday was only a few days away. Nami ended up helping you with that. The two of you set up a table in the garden, putting red and gold dishware on it on top of a satin table cloth. Nami put decorative lights and ornaments on her trees, and you placed light up-garland around the entire garden. When the two of you finished that, you then needed to come up with a way to get yourself ready, since all three of you shared a room. Nami decided on asking Robin to go up to the bath with her so they could just have girls time, and when Robin would inevitably ask why you weren’t joining, Nami would say that you were too tired and went to take a nap. It sounded good in theory, you just hoped Robin would actually say yes to the bath in the first place.

You briefly went into the kitchen to see how things were going. Sanji was mixing the cake ingredients, prepping it for baking. You eyed over all the ingredients poured out onto the counter, pausing on the sugar. “Don’t add too much in, you know she doesn’t like it very sweet,” you told the cook.

“Yeah yeah, geez, y/n, you act as if I’ve never even met her before. I know everyone on this ship’s exact tastes, what they do like, what they hate.” He replied as he mixed up the batter.

“Who have you supposedly never met before?”

Your eyes went wide at her voice. Her warm, gorgeous voice. One side of you panicked over what she may have overheard, the other side swooned over the idea of hearing her say vows to you, in that perfect voice of her’s. Shaking your head, you turned to see her.

“Oh, Robin! Coincidentally enough, it was you,” you spoke, trying to save yourself. “Sanji’s making everyone a cake for the holidays, and I just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t end up being too sweet.”

You glanced over to Sanji who just hummed, seemingly surprised at how quickly you recovered there.

“How kind of you, my love,” Robin praised, a smile on her face.

You blushed, becoming flustered all over again.

“What are you doing in here anyways, Robin?” Sanji asked, seeing you struggling to control your face.

“Oh, I just came in to grab some coffee. I’ll be out of your way in a couple moments.”

“Ah, I don’t mind, Robin-chan. You could never get in my way.” Sanji mused.

“Have you forgotten that I’m y/n’s? You don’t need to continue with the silly talk,” she giggled.

You thought you were going to pass out. Normally you wouldn’t react to her remarks like that, but given your plans for tonight, and just how head over heels you currently felt, everything she did or said had a stronger effect on you.

“Well. I’m going to go shower quickly,” you said, thinking of any escape. “I’ll see you guys at dinner, or whenever we next run into each other.”

“Okay, y/n. See you then,” Sanji said, winking at you. Of course… it did just look like him normally blinking, but you could tell the difference at this point. His winks always lasted longer and his face was more expressive.

“Bye, my love,” Robin spoke as she stood near the coffee machine, watching you closely as you left the room with a wave in her direction.

—

You were able to shower and get ready without any interference. Everything about the more difficult part of the plan was going smoothly by some miracle. You knew that you were running out of time before Nami and Robin would be back from the bath, so you hurried when getting yourself ready.

You did your normal routine just with a few extra steps added in so that you’d be all dressed up for the occasion. You put on an outfit that you’d picked out for this specific night on the last island you’d all stopped at. Looking yourself over in the mirror, you tried to control the sweat forming on your brow.

“It’ll all be fine,” you tried convincing yourself, “Everything will go smoothly…”

But what if Luffy got to the food before you and Robin could? What if Zoro had stolen all the available alcohol and left you with not even wine to share with your girlfriend?

The ‘what ifs’ kept popping up as you left the room and went to the kitchen to meet Sanji. He was already waiting for you so the two of you could get the food taken up to the spot you’d prepared.

You must’ve checked over the table thirty times before finally deciding everything looked neat and fancy. Then you sat down, and began to wait for Robin.

You fiddled with the ring that sat in your pocket, hoping she’d at least like it. You’d looked over all the jewelry she owned and tried your best to find something that you knew she would love. Even if you were pretty confident, you still had some self-doubts.

Then, you heard it. The chatter of her and Nami speaking to each other as they headed up to the garden.

“Oh, what’s all this?” Nami exclaimed, pretending as though she hadn’t helped you set it all up.

“It would seem the garden’s been decorated,” Robin observed. Then her eyes landed on you.

“Y/n?”

You smiled at her sheepishly, feeling a deep blush creep onto your cheeks as she gazed at you.

“Hmm, seems real romantic. Guess I better leave you two alone then!” Nami said, waving to you and running off. Though you had a feeling she’d be watching.

Robin sat down across from you, a smirk on her face. She was wearing a black lace dress over a deep colored purple long sleeved shirt. She also had some black heels on, making her even more tall than she already was.

“You did all this?” She asked, folding her hands under her chin.

“Yeah… wanted to make a nice dinner for us. Well, Sanji made the food… I set it all up,” you explained. “Shall we eat?”

“Of course, I’m starving anyways.”

The two of you ate, and during that time you noticed Robin had a smug look about her. Like she knew something was up.

You knew that if she kept looking at you like that, you’d eventually break. So it was best to get on with the plan before you were a nervous sweaty mess.

“Uhm, Robin?” You started, getting her attention.

“Yes, love?” She smiled at you through her wine glass.

“Well,” you started, realizing you hadn’t prepared a speech. “You know I love you. Really, I have since we met. Even if you were technically the enemy then,” you giggled. “But, considering that was years ago now, I figured it was time we uhm… took the next step?”

“What do you mean by that?” She asked. But you could tell she’d figured it all out by now. She was simply playing along.

“Robin,” you pulled the ring from your pocket and took one of her hands, placing the ring into it. “Will you.. uhm, m-marry me?”

Damnit. Why’d you have to stutter?

It didn’t help that she started giggling. Her other hand lifted to her lips as she continued to laugh, shaking her head.

“Oh y/n, of course I will. But it’s such a coincidence,” she spoke, moving her free hand down to her skirt, pulling something from her pocket.

A ring. That was clearly of your taste, clearly meant for you.

“I had the same idea, darling. In fact, I was going to ask you tonight, too,” she smiled. “But I decided to wait it out once I caught you and Sanji in the kitchen earlier.”

“Y-you knew?” You stammered, face turning red.

“Of course I did,” she giggled. “But it’s so endearing. That you did all of this, just for me. Thank you, y/n.”

As you recovered from the shock that she knew all along, the two of you exchanged the rings and slid them onto each other’s fingers. It was then that you heard a squeal from not too far away, seeing Nami jumping up, Usopp beside her, clapping.

“Oh those two…” you rolled your eyes. “Of course they were spying.”

“That’s alright, I don’t mind,” Robin said.

A moment later, Nami was up in the garden, ushering for you and your now fiancée to come on down for cake.

The whole crew was waiting for the two of you, and they all jumped to greet you with hugs and words of congratulations.

“Woohoo! Let’s have a banquet for this!” Luffy shouted, using his power to wrap his arms around both you and Robin.

“But Luffy, we just ate!” You protested, squished between him and Robin.

“Then eat again!”

You rolled your eyes at your captain’s antics, as he let go finally.

“I think it’s time for cake, then,” Sanji said, presenting the cake you’d requested. “Robin-chan’s favorite, and of course, y/n’s too, since Robin had asked me to do the exact same thing.”

You turned to Robin then.

“Did you?”

“Yes,” she confirmed. “It seems we had the exact same idea of a proposal. I’ll take it as a sign we’re meant for each other, hm?”

You blushed, shyly looking to your feet. “Yeah… I suppose we are.”

The immature bunch of the boys all started yelling out things like “ew, get a room!” but it was all lighthearted fun. You could only imagine how they’d act at your wedding, now.

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[erina-leah]

Dear @honey-deku

Merry Christmas!! Tis I, your @onepiece-blorboexchange secret Santa!!! I wanted to post this closer to Christmas, but I can’t wait any longer! I had a huge kick of inspiration when this came up so I’m hella proud of this.

So, please enjoy your Law X Reader!

Title: Worth It

CW: Fluff, shenanigans, Law X sick reader <3

It had been months since the Heart Pirates had been to a winter island, and what good are the holidays if you don’t get to frolic in the snow at least once?

This was the logic you used when they agreed to play with Bepo on the deck of the Polar Tang when they had their first snow of the season. Along with some of the others, you spent the afternoon making snowmen and having an all-out snowball war.

And you know what? It was worth being stuck in the infirmary with a cold as far as you were concerned. Your grumpy boyfriend and captain did not share the same thought process, however.

“Didn’t I tell you not to stay out for too long?” Law grumbled as he placed the back of his tattooed hand on your forehead.

“Yeah, yeah,” you replied. “But I was having too much fun! It had been four hours before I knew it.”

The raven simply glared at you, his silver eyes shaming you for the lame excuse.

“Look, I’m sorry! But it was fun! Honestly, you should have joined us.”

“Well, if I did, then you and I would be in the same boat.” He placed a hand on your shoulder as he pressed his lip against your forehead, a second attempt at reading your temperature. When he backed away, he stood and walked to a nearby cabinet to grab a towel. “And as your captain and doctor, I can’t afford to be in here with a fever.”

“Aw, I’m really running a temperature?” you exclaimed.

“I did warn you.”

Falling back with an exaggerated sigh, you leaned back onto the bed and fell into a fit of coughs. Mustering up the best puppy-dog eyes you could, you looked at Law and asked, “Are you going to take care of me, love?”

Law rolled his eyes as his cheeks reddened. “Fine, but don’t expect me to kiss you. I don’t wanna catch what you have.”

“Trafalgar D. Law, you are the worst! Achoo!”

~+~+~

Your afternoon was about as exciting as one would expect. Once Law had given you some medicine and placed a cold rag on your head, he left you to get some rest. Later, he woke you up with a supper consisting of warm soup and sat with you as you ate.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as you finished your food.

“Better than I was earlier, but I’m still really congested,” you replied. “Not to mention my head is pounding.”

“A headache, hm? I’ll go get you some medicine.”

“Wait!” You reached out to grab the captain’s hand. When he looked back at you, you blinked innocently and asked, “Can you kiss it better first?”

Law walked back to your bedside, caressing your cheek as he hummed thoughtfully. “Nah, you’ll have to wait until you’re better for that.” With a smirk, he walked out of the room as you angrily cursed him for being a tease.

By the time he re-entered the infirmary, you were asleep again. With a sigh, he placed the medicine on the bedside table with a glass of water and gazed at your sweet sleeping face. He couldn’t help but fall in love with your expression, so peaceful despite being so sick. As he brushed a stray hair out of your face, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of your soft lips. He longed to kiss them, but he knew he had to focus on getting you better as opposed to getting himself sick.

Forcing himself to tear his eyes away from you, he walked out of the room as he whispered over his shoulder. “You had better get well soon.”

~+~+~

The next morning, you groggily opened your eyes to see a concerned Law sitting at your side. His eyes momentarily lit up before worry took over his expression once again.

“You’re finally awake,” he said as he took your hand in his. “I thought you’d sleep forever, you’ve been out since dinner.”

“Hm? What time is it?”

“10 AM.”

“AM?!”

“Relax, there’s good news. Your fever broke while you were asleep. How’d that congestion medicine work?”

You took a breath, then squeezed Law’s hand as you grinned. “I can breathe again! Thank goodness I have the best doctor in the world.”

Law smiled softly, something his crew mates and allies rarely saw from him. You, on the other hand, had the luxury of seeing this side of her captain often. As he mumbled something about only being better because he treated her early, you noticed the dark bags under his eyes.

“Love, how long have you been awake?” you asked, despite already knowing the answer was “too long.”

“Erm, since you’ve been asleep.”

“Law—“

“I know, I know. But I was worried, alright? Now shush.” The next thing you knew, Law’s strong hands gently cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips against yours. Despite being disgruntled that your boyfriend had once again skipped out on resting, that hypocrite, you couldn’t help but melt into his kiss. As you breathed in his familiar scent, you felt all of your exhaustion melt away.

“God, I wanted to do that so bad,” Law whispered as they two parted, their foreheads pressed together.

“Just couldn’t wait, huh? If you got sick with me we could have kissed all we wanted.”

Law smashed his lips against yours again, smirking into the kiss. “Shut up. It was with the wait.”

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[onepiece-blorboexchange]

✮ Valentine Exchange: Interest Check!

The reception, love and enthusiasm our Secret Santa received exceeded our expectations 😍 We're still waiting for the last participant to join with their gift to prepare a summary, but since we got a lot of positive feedback & questions, we wanted to organize one more (and possibly even more) exchange!

The closest opportunity is Valentine's Day, but to get there on time, we would need to hurry („ಡωಡ„)

-> Applications would open on January 6th and close on 13th, all emails sent on 14th the latest -> we would ask to publish your works between February 14th and 21st -> the minimum word limit would be lowered to 500 words and for art: a clean sketch -> we would introduce a max. word limit of 4000 words -> this edition we would allow OCs and selfships (under restriction of leaving your Valentine a choice whether they want to create something in this vibe or not) as well as solo character (not y/n) for art -> like in the prev edition, we would allow NSFW gifts under the same conditions -> preferred Valentine style requests, however: not necessary

Please, let us know what do you think!

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[worldsgreatestswordsmanswife]

This is my Secrect Santa to @downforsanji for the Secrect of @onepiece-blorboexchange I hope you enjoy and Merry Christmas.

You were woken to the sound of the fire alarm, within moments you had scrambled from the bed and rushed downstairs. You reached the kitchen and saw Ace at the cooker, fanning the frying pan, attempting to get rid of the smoke.

“Did I wake you up? I’m so Sorry! I wanted to make you breakfast in bed” Ace smiled, sweat dropping. You sighed and opened an window, allowing the smoke to slowly make its way out as you used a broom to push the button to silence the alarm.

“It’s Okay Ace, it was thoughtful of you” You explain and kiss him softly. “how about we eat out?” you suggest and take the food, binning the burnt substance. “Great! I’ll pay!” Ace added. “You don’t have too” you called out and went back upstairs to get dressed for the day.

The two of you went to a small café near by and found a seat inside, since it was December, you looked at the menu after taking your coat off “What would you like Y/n?” Ace asked you, you hummed in thought and settled for some waffles and a hot chocolate, Whereas Ace ordered a large fry up breakfast and a coffee.

“So, after breakfast, is there anything you’d like to do today?” your boyfriend asked as he took your hands and stroked the knuckles. You hum in thought, “well, there’s this cool skating rink, and maybe see a movie” you shrug.

Ace smiled “Of course and don’t worry about paying, it’s all on me” he added. You sigh “Ace, You don’t have to pay, at least let me chip in” you pout. Ace blinked “But I insist, I want to treat yoh” he whined.

Before you could argue the breakfast came, and you both began to eat, recently Ace had been trying to impress you, he was always checking on you, buying you things you said you liked when you walked past, it was odd.

After breakfast you both went for a walk, before heading to the skate rink, you decide after this to confront the man. The skating went great, Ace had never skated and you had to help him. It was nice, holding his hand and just generally being the way you were when you first started.

You managed to get Ace to skate by himself, happy that you taught him, it made your heart beat fast when he gave you the smile you loved.

Soon you both finished and began to make your way to the cinema. You stopped and pulled Ace aside “Ace, I love you...so much. But what has gotten into you? You’re acting...weird as of you are trying to prove yourself and your love!” you cry. “It’s ’s different to how we were...why?” you asked.

Ace looked to you, before sighing “Y/n...I’m sorry of I’m annoying you...I guess” he said before frowning, trying to get the words out. “I love you...so much Y/n, I want us to be married, to have kids and such, and I want to be the best boyfriend there is” he admitted.

All the things Ace was doing, was to show he was a great boyfriend, he hoped it was working. “Ace...you don’t need to do all that...you’re the best Boyfriend I have, the way you are” You say and pulled him into a kiss. You both went to the movies, Ace paid for the tickets, but you brought the food and drink

Soon you were back home. You kissed Ace once you were settled and stroked his cheek, “Portgas D. Ace, I love you....so much and it doesn’t matter what people say or think, you’re the best boyfriend in the world” You say, In between kisses. Ace cupped your cheeks “Y/n you don’t know how much I love you, if I could I would shout our love from the rooftops and in the media. I want you to be happy and never to regret being with me” he admitted.You blushed heavily and smiled “Ace, I will never regret being with you, You are the best thing to happen to me. And I hope our love will never diminish or be lost” You say and pin him down on the couch.

You both begin to explore each other’s bodies, kissing and nipping skin, before Ace picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed and crawled towards you, you loved to wrestle and see who came out on top, you swear Ace let you. Your lips connect as clothes begin to disappear from your body, now laying on the floor.

You run nails down Ace’s back, emitting moans from the man, before you push him onto his back “Hmm you said you want to be the best boyfriend right?” You purr, “Yes Mistress” Ace said, resting his hands on your hips. He watched as you leant down and shivered when he felt your breath in his ear “Then pleasure me” you whisper.

The evening turned into night, and you were both still at it moans of “names”, “yes” and “that’s it” filled the air, alongside the sound of skin on skin and grunts. You both finish in pure bliss and fall onto the bed, limbs entangled with each others. You look up with hazy eyes at the man you loved with all your heart, black eyes stared into yours, filled with warmth and love.

Ace stroked your cheek softly, and moved your hair out of your face, “My sweet Y/n, you are the most amazing woman ever, I love you so much and nothing will change that” he said and pressed his lips to your cheek then your own lips. You kissed back and held him close, you really couldn’t put into words, how much you loved the man in your arms, but before you could reply, you beard soft snores, and looked down, finding out he had fallen asleep, while resting upon your chest.

You smile and pull a blanket over the both of you, there were three more days till Christmas, three more days till you spent it with his extended family. But until then, you were happy to have the moments like this, just the both of you, to yourself.

#op y/n secret santa #portagas d. ace

[wurm-food]

What Tomorrow Brings

Happy New Year to everyone! For the @onepiece-blorboexchange, I received the lovely @childofblackmaria! This time of year always makes me so excited for the future and I wanted this piece to reflect that! I hope you enjoy it! <3

Shanks x F!Reader / SFW/ 1.5k

A tiny, fragile flake of snow landed on the tip of your nose, followed by another, another. Already bundled up in your warmest jacket, you had noticed it was starting to become colder as a distant island came into your vision. It had been a long stint without setting foot on dry land and you and the rest of the Red Haired Pirates grew antsy. But a winter island? That was a real treat for you.

As the rest of your crew buzzed with commotion of the incoming landfall, you squinted as more and more detail came into focus through the powdery haze. The warm glow of a small town amongst tall pines decorated with colorful lanterns and golden baubles. A winter festival, perhaps? Your eyes grew wide with wonder, a delicate smile pulled at your lips as your memories tumbled through nostalgic memories from another time. Another year was about to begin and there was much to look forward to. 

“You excited?” A low voice hummed behind you, a voice you’d recognize anywhere. Shanks appeared from behind to stand next to you on the deck, pleasantly smiling in your direction. To the world over, he was a formidable threat as one of the Four Emperors. To your crew, he was your carefree but fiercely loyal captain. But to you and you alone, he was the one you admired from afar, the one who made your heart soar with everything he did. Even by just standing next to you so closely, scarlet locks blowing in the chilled wind, your heart soared. But even so, you had to keep your romantic feelings to yourself. The last thing you wanted to do was let your silly crush on your captain ruin the good thing you all had going aboard the Red Force. Piracy wasn’t the world of romance, despite how much you wished it was, just this once.

“Of course!” you spoke quickly with maybe a little too much enthusiasm. He always had a way of making you a little bit nervous, his charisma as strong as his Conqueror’s Haki that could bring your heart to its knees. “It’ll be nice to be on dry land again. And besides, it looks like there’s a festival going on in town for the new year.” 

Even as you spoke those words again, you couldn’t suppress your excitement. Warm drinks and colorful decorations, restless anticipation for the year yet to come and all of the hopes and desires it could bring. Maybe your own desires could finally be made a reality as you shifted your eyes back to your captain. Shanks’ expression has softened in a way that made your heart melt. “You’ll have to tell me what you’re looking forward to in the new year. I have some thoughts of my own,” he smiled, your face heated with blush you couldn’t hide.

Whispers and snickering behind the devious smiles of your crewmates caught your eye as they readied the ship for port, side eye glances towards you and Shanks that could hardly be missed. As much as you tried to hide how you felt, your crew wasn’t oblivious to the way you always seemed to clam up around the captain. And of course, gossip on a pirate ship travels fast, so you were never immune to a teasing jab here and there. But this seemed a little more secretive than usual, like you were the butt of a joke you weren’t in on. But before you could rejoin your brothers in arms, the crew gathered themselves quickly as they tied off at port. “Don’t wait up, Y/N!” they called back before scurrying off the ship for the nearest tavern. What did you miss?

“Aww, looks like we missed the party, that’s too bad,” Shanks chuckled to himself, turning back to you with a wry smile. “Guess you’re coming with me, Y/N. There’s something I want to show ya.” And before you could get more details out of him, he darted out into the streets of town, turning a corner before leaving your line of sight. He… what? What could he possibly have to show you on this island none of you have stepped foot on before? The last several minutes annoyed you as you scoffed, running after your long disappeared captain amongst the throng of townspeople. His carefree nature was something you did love about him, but this was one of the many times that made you question your own taste. Still, the idea of a solo day with your mischievous captain made your heart flutter. 

All around you, the small town buzzed with excitement. Strings of lights adorned roof tops, warm aromas of spiced pastry filled your lungs with every heavy breath, frantically searching for any trace of Shanks. Children played in the snowy streets full of laughter while couples cozied up to each other arm in arm in the flurry. It was picturesque, like something out of an idyllic dream. You couldn’t help but take in the sight of the jubilant townsfolk, even letting your worries fall away to take in the sight of so much joy. You let your mind wander back through your memories of your own childhood days before picking up your pace again, searching through alleyways and store windows.

It was no use. Despite his large stature and flaming red hair, you had still lost him. Bare fingers frigid and sighing with defeat, you found yourself beyond the outskirts of town. The chit chat of the town in the background dulled to a soft buzz as you gazed into the snow covered forest of pines. There was something peaceful about the stillness of the landscape in front of you, the sound of fresh snow crunching beneath your boots. Life as a pirate rarely stood still and you welcomed the calm as you breathed cold air into your lungs. But that didn’t solve the issue of finding your captain, seemingly vanishing into winter’s void. 

A smack between your eyes broke your train of thought, snow covering your eye lids. A flash of red behind a tree caught your eye as Shanks finally emerged, shit eating grin plastered on his face, tongue sticking out at you. “Mlehhhh, gotcha.”

Stunned, you tried to process the nerve of this man as he once again dipped away from your view. Another icy smack against your chest as Shanks continued his assault out of the corner of your eye, belly laughing at the confused look on your face. “C’mon, Y/N. Think you can take me?” 

A fire lit in you of equal parts excitement and competitiveness, balling snowing in your frozen hands to retaliate. He always had a way of making you come out of your shell, letting down your guard so you could enjoy the smaller things in life such as this. Piracy was a harsh life, but as you and Shanks ran through the field decking each other with snowballs and laughing into the evening, you knew you would never trade it for anything in the world. 

Gasping for breath between laughs, the two of you ran towards each other with the rest of your energy with your final snowballs for a final shot before collapsing into each other. You welcomed the warmth that radiated from him, arm around you as you buried your face in his chest. This was a new sensation that made your head spin with confusion. Was this ok? But it didn’t matter. Even if this complicated your feelings further, you wanted to enjoy this moment with him, just this once.

The wind picked up, frigid air pricking at bare hands. You regretted forgetting your gloves on the ship as you pulled away to  bury your red hands in your pockets, hoping for some warmth to return. You looked at Shanks as he returned that same look from before to you, motioning to you once again. “Give ‘em here,” nodding his head towards your jacket. “They look painful.”

Hesitantly, you removed your hands from the safety of your pockets as Shanks lifted them to his mouth, blowing hot breath against tingling skin. You felt the scruff of his facial hair tickle against your skin, the faint trace of soft lips against your fingers as you regained feeling. You didn’t move an inch, holding your breath, fearing your instinct to trace his skin with your fingertips would betray you. The sheer intimacy of it all made your head spin. “You know, a pair of gloves would really do you some good,” he said warmly, looking up at you beneath his brow, “Wouldn’t want you to catch cold.”

Before you could formulate your words, Shanks pulled you once again to him, face now close to yours. Despite the chilled air, you felt your skin become hot beneath your coat. You were speechless, but you let yourself melt into him. 

“It’s almost the new year,” Shanks spoke inches from your face. “And I’m happy to spend it with you.”

You gulped, praying to whatever god could hear you that you could hold yourself together. Lips parted and tantalizing, you tried to remember everything that held you back all this time. But all you could do was speak the truth before your lips crashed into each other, letting your worries of the past fall away as the new year began. 

“Me too.”

#op y/n secret santa #one piece x reader #shanks x reader #red hair shanks #akagami no shanks #wurm.fic

[cryptidsandcatacombs]

Your Stupid Sword Boy

Hey happy holidays @worldsgreatestswordsmanswife I'm your super secret santa bby. (also happy holidays to the lovely mods @onepiece-blorboexchange) I hope the sound of me coming down your chimney and loudly munching on the cookies didn't wake ya~! Anyhow, hold your hands out. I'm shooting your husband at you shoots zoro at you through a tshirt canon. listen if i just let him go to you on his own he'd get lost then he'd get lost in your eyes and he's only allowed to be one of those kinds of lost Summary: This takes place in a modern day au. Pure rivals to lovers. No big funny summary for this. Imma just let this hallmark movie ass fic do the talking.

"Hey, you free today?" the text said upon the screen

You sat up straight as you read the message appearing on your notification. A shock ran through your system as you read who it was from.

It was Zoro (or as his contact name said Shitty Ass Sword Boi Affectionate<3) . A name you felt like you hadn't heard in years.

To be honest, it had been only a few months since you two last talked regularly. Sure, there'd be a good morning text and a how was your day, but none of the thrilling banter you two had been known for at your old high school you two had graduated from.

You two were known as the biggest rivals in the school's kendo club. Pushing each other's buttons as well as potential to its limits.

You two would practice on each other non stop and even battle in hopes of one upping each other. The entire club was anxious to see who would win by time graduation came.

The score between you two was tied. A measly draw written in the history books of your neve ending rivalry.

However, even after all that there were good memories. Lunches shared on the roof where you two practiced. Walks to school as you both went the same way to and from school. Fussing over each other when one of you forgot your damn umbrella. There was love in it. Everyone could tell you two were tied at the hip (much to the denial of both of you).

You missed it. It hurt how much you missed it.

Was he feeling the same?

"Hey you there?" another text came from Zoro again.

"Yeah I'm here what up" you responded

"You know how to decorate a tree? "Zoro asked.

"Sorry what?"

"Um….yeah why"

"So you wanna come over and help me with the tree or not" Zoro was never elegant with how he asked for someone's company when he really wanted it you had come to find.

You chuckled having missed his brashness.

"Sure. If you decorate as well as you handle a sword it's going to be a disaster if you do it on you own :p" you responded teasing him back.

"Tch just don't trip over anything like you did on the matt twinkle toes" he responded.

You agreed to be over there in 10. He hadn't moved too far from his old home. He had been able to get enough to get his own place between his bladesmithing job and helping run his father's kendo dojo. Hell, between him doing two jobs and you doing your college work it's a miracle you two spoke at all these days.

You appeared on the doorstep of his very traditional looking home. A bit old fashioned but this is how Zoro liked it.

It only took one knock on the door before you heard Zoro's elephant like footsteps coming to open the door.

The door practically flew open when he opened it.

You took a bit to look upon him before greeting him. He hadn't changed one bit. You felt like he was inspecting you too. You could have sworn there was a sense of sentimentality in his eyes, but nah couldn't be.

"Well, don't stand there all day. You'll become an ice statue out there, " he said leading you in.

"Missed you too sword boy," you teased as you removed your shoes at the door.

You followed him into a room where it looked like a hurricane had blown through. Looks like he was shitty at other kinds of directions too.

"What happened? Did a bear come through here," you asked.

"Listen, I never put a tree up before," he explained with his usual gruffness.

"I can tell. Ok, let's do this," you said picking up the instructions Zoro had obviously thrown to the side in frustration.

A few witty retorts and I swear to gods this part goes here why aren't you listening to me no not there genius later the tree was finally up.

It took a minute. You had the feeling the entire time Zoro was making it difficult on purpose, but you decided that was stupid and put that thought away in the attic like your unwanted journal full of terrible fanfiction from high school.

A loud bang suddenly interrupted your thoughts. It was a box of ornaments. Some old. Some new.

"It doesn't have to look pretty. Just put the ornaments wherever," Zoro said bringing out a tangled mess of a few old and handmade ornaments.

"Ok but if you put two blue ones together I'll kill you," you joked.

"Just for that the whole entire left side of the tree is going to be blue," Zoro teased back.

"Not if I take all the blue ones first."

"First come first serve"

"If I let you have your way the tree will look like a bomb went off"

"Oh yeah wanna see who can decorate their side better"

"You're on pretty boy"

There was fierce competition between you two. For like a couple of minutes. However, before you knew it it settled into a cooperative calm and into a sort of domestic bliss.

"Hey can you hand me that green one overe there," Zoro said pointing out one of the shiny baubles.

You nodded and handed it to him. Your hand brushed with his as you did. You blushed as you pretended it didn't happen. You would have noticed his blush too if he hadn't hidden his face so deep in the tree it was practically coming out the other side.

You looked down in the box and saw another ornament. It was small sword charm you carved from wood. This one looked familiar. Hold the fuck up.

"Hey Zoro, isn't this one of the ones I made at that winter festival booth a few years back, " you said holding a wooden ornament up.

He blushed taken aback. As if he was hoping you wouldn't notice.

"Yeah it is," he said with a near stutter in his voice.

"Huh, I had no idea you still had it," you responded surprise in your voice apparent.

"Well yeah you gave it to me. I'm not just going to throw away a gift from someone I care about," he said in a way that made it sound like he was straining to say it. He blushed furiously as he had choked out his words.

You blinked a few times.Wait…did he just say he cared about you.

You were going to ask him, but you were soon interrupted by the feeling of the wooden ornament being taken from your hand and being put on the tree.

You took a long look at the work you two had done so far and honestly you kind forgot you two were even duking it out for siccest decorating skills. You were truly getting what you missed the most.

After all the ornaments were done, the sound of popcorn popping had taken over the house. You two had settled into laughter and jokes. Talk of old times and even new. Plans of the future. You secretly hope you're part of that

"So sword boy, do you like doing the dojo thing," you said taking the popcorn from the microwave.

"Can't complain. My old man can be a hardass about it, but I'm used to it," he said taking a handful and stuffing it into his mouth.

"And how did that commission go," you asked.

"Oh you mean that one I got from that unreasonable guy. He gave me a migraine actin like he knew more than I did when he never picked up a sword in his life, but I got it done. At least he paid up," Zoro said with a slight growl in his voice.

"You die for your art I guess," you said with a shrug.

"Yeah it's rough, but when I love something I put my all into it you know," he said leaning closer to you.

You blushed as he did. You stiffened from shock for moment. Your shoulders became less stiff as you settled into the physical contact.

"So how about you? How's the college stuff," he asked.

"My algebra professor is once again riding my ass. I wonder if he knows no one in his class can understand him when he acts superior to everyone else," you said rubbing your temples.

"You still got that stuffy old geezer? I admire your dedication. I would have given that old timer a piece of my mind by now," Zoro responded shaking his fist.

"If I did it your way I'd be in jail for assault by now," you said sticking your tongue out.

"I'm just saying a punch to the face can shut anyone up," Zoro said sticking his middle finger up in response.

"Yeah I remember when beat the shit out of this one guy out of nowhere. You never told me what that was about. You got suspended for it didn't you"

"….Oh that," Zoro said blankly as he blushed and scratched the back of his head.

You tilted your head waiting for a response.

"He said some stupid shit about you and well I made sure he never did that again," he said looking away.

You blinked.

"You defended my honor," you asked shocked.

"Yeah yeah I can't have people going around talkin smack about ya that's all," Zoro said with a sigh.

You bit your lip and hid your face over how hard you blushed. You never knew he did things like this. What else was he hiding from you?

"ANYWAY, that reminds me. Can you get something from my closet over there? It's in a box. You'll know it when you see it," he said tilting his head to towards the closet.

You were confused, but too curious to question it. You went towards the closet and opened it. A long box sat against the back wall.

You took it out and handed it to Zoro.

"Listen, before you say anything just know I worked hard on this for you," he said as he opened the box.

It was a sword. Lovingly hand made by him. You knew his handy work from anywhere. You struggled to find the words to express your current thoughts, but you couldn't. You were too flattered and enamored by the gesture.

"Zoro, why? You didn't have to--"

Your words were cut off by the feeling of him taking your hand into his. The clenched yours with a feeling a desperation and affection.

"I just….I'm…" Zoro struggled through his words trying to find the right ones. Like he was kicking himself. Like he had practiced this same speech in his head a million times only to come out frustrated when it still wasn't coming out of his mouth.

"Y/N, just I just…."

You suddenly turned the sword over in your hand. You nearly dropped it when you noticed what was etched into it.

The words Will You Marry Me? had been etched into it for you to see.

Zoro had noticed you noticed. Oh he definitely noticed.

"Z-zoro I ..I huh what I what"

You had shut down. So had he.

"Just…I want you to marry me some day. Maybe not today, Maybe not tomorrow or even ever if you don't want to. I just want you to know you're the only person I could ever love. You challenge me to be my best and accept me at my worst. I can't picture living by anyone's side but yours. We might fight and bicker but that's because I wanted to impress you. I want to be the best in your eyes too. I'm not sure if you feel the same, but that's why I haven't talked to you much these days. If I spilled my guts before completing this sword I would have kicked myself. You can do whatever you want with this sword and my confession from here. Just know both this sword and my heart are yours to keep," Zoro said looking you dead in the eye.

This was a sincerity you weren't accustomed to.

No words came for a while. Not from your mouth nor his.

The silence broke when tears fell from your face. Zoro shook a little.

"H-hey hey are you ok? Did I go too far? Did I freak you out? I'm so sorry," Zoro stammered out.

"Yes"

"What," Zoro said doing a double take.

"I want to marry you. I want to be by your side for the good times and bad. I love you so much it hurts. I don't want any of what we have to stop. I want us to keep on improving and becoming better through each other. I love you Zoro. Always have," you said as you choked on your words through your salty tears.

He kissed you hard. You could feel his arms wrap around your waist. You kissed back. You couldn't tell whether the tears were coming from you, him or both at that point. You just knew you were glad you had him. Now and forever.

Dates were in order and so was much needed cuddle time. You two decided to set the wedding for a few years down the road. Plenty of time to change your mind. You never did. You took his hand and never let go. Never to drift apart. Never again. He was your stupid sword boy. You were never going to change that.

#OP Y/N Secret Santa #shipping and handling

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[damagedintellect]

OnePiece x Y/N Secret Santa 2022!

💌 Sanji x reader for Wurm-food 💌  

A/N: It’s finally time! Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! I participated in the @onepiece-blorboexchange Haha yes it’s me unveiled! I, am your secret Santa @wurm-food , it’s been me all along! (FixedSpeech is my alt lol) I lowkey stalked your blog and was inspired to write this after I had already drawn up the sketch so you technically get 2 presents! I might have gotten a little carried away but I hope you enjoy them! Also small world I read your fic “Set Ablaze” on Ao3 a back in October  😩 👌 Good shit! 

Summary:  You decided to finally confess your feelings to your best friend ! Although on a busy day at the shop it was harder to find the opportunity to do so. You just wanted some alone time to spill your guts but who knew the weather would be your greatest wingman. 

Tropes: Modern/Cafe/Bakery/Coffee shop AU, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Friends to Lovers

💌 Word count: 3,902 💌 Oneshot (originally I planned for smut but thought this ending was cuter...might still write it later when I’m less busy tho 👀)

It was always lively at the cafe you worked for. The Thousand Sunny was well known around town and was attached to the base floor of an apartment complex. It was a popular spot during the rest of the year but you notice people go apeshit for holiday drinks and pastries. Not that the day had been overwhelming or anything. You loved your job and your coworkers to death but on busier days like today you barely got to see the man of your dreams, your big time crush and the head chef in charge of the whole place, Sanji. Your heart swooned just thinking about the blonde but on days like these Sanji was pretty much confined to the kitchen. Sanji didn’t seem to mind much; he was swiftly gliding around the kitchen with that cheery grin that you’ve come to love but you wouldn’t be able to admire him from your spot at the register as customers begged for your attention. Currently it was you, Nami, Robin and Sanji handling the afternoon rush. Over all the noise you could faintly hear the phone go off as you rang up the next customer handing them their long awaited pastries. The line was seemingly never ending today.

“Can someone get that? My hands are kind of full at the moment.” Sanji hollered from the other room as Nami picked up the phone, relieved to have a short break from the demanding crowd. You switched off of the register with Robin to give her a breather too. You were faster at preparing drink orders anyhow. During the much missed downtime before the holiday season you asked Sanji to help you with your drink making skills. In all honesty it was your lame attempt at asking him out on a date but who could blame you. You both had naturally flirty personalities. It's hard to distinguish the line between being close friends and something more. Not to mention the way he worships women in general. You got scared that your feelings were unrequited and panicked. So instead of asking if he’d like to go get coffee with you sometime, you asked if he could teach you how to make coffee sometime. In the end you still got to spend time with the cook so it wasn’t that much of a trainwreck but ever since then you had been trying to come out and profess your love to him. Sanji may be one of your best friends but that makes it all the more confusing trying to figure out if he likes you the same way you do. You were dragged out of your thoughts when you heard Nami shout.  

“What do you mean they told you your flight was canceled, do they know who you are!”

You tried to focus on bringing the line down faster. Twirling around the selection of machinery and syrups like it was second nature. You learned from the best after all. As the waves of people died down Nami updated everyone on the situation. “Apparently Vivi’s flight was canceled due to bad weather predictions and unless someone can pick her up she’s going to be stuck at the airport all night. The next open flight isn’t until this time tomorrow.” That sucks.

You looked at the clock you’d be getting off shortly but you weren’t about to drive through that traffic hellscape and to the airport no less. You hummed as everyone was thinking over who they could call that would be able to pick Vivi up. It was going to be difficult knowing everyone's schedules didn’t line up this week. You glanced back at Sanji who was quickly clearing down the counter while he had some time before he started prepping for the next wave. That’s when you got an idea “Nami, you close today right? I’ll just cover for you instead! That way you could pick her up.” As long as you could be around and useful to Sanji you felt like you could do anything. Even if that meant you'd be working another few hours. It would at least give you a chance to say what’s on your mind. Fingers crossed.

 Her eyes lit up as she jumped up and down hugging you “You're a lifesaver! I’ll tell Vivi I’m on the way.” you hugged her back as Sanji bounced over to you with heart eyes presumably to see Nami off. You were caught off guard when Sanji casually hugged you from the side. “That’s our sweet (Y/N)-chwan as selfless as ever!” you blushed at the gesture. Sanji’s touch lingered around your waist for a brief moment before heading back to the kitchen. Robin looked at Sanji and then looked back at you softly chuckling in her knowing way as you all got back to work. 

The hours flew by with the sheer amount of customers coming in and out but as the night came the heavy traffic seemed to still. You assume it was due to the snow. People often don't want to brave the weather, especially not at night. You and Robin had about half an hour left before you properly closed when Sanji suggested you all leave before the weather gets any worse. Robin seemed eager to leave, asking if you didn’t mind finishing up by yourself. Of course you didn’t but something was weird about the smirk she gave you as she said her goodbyes. After you swept and mopped you went to check on Sanji. It seemed like he was getting started on the baked goods for tomorrow. You couldn’t help but watch the way he kneaded the dough. There was just something about the way his fingers delicately rolled the pastry that made you wish that you were those cinnamon buns and that Sanji would cover you with his icing. This is not what you should be thinking about right now! Not when you're in public and definitely not while he's a few feet away from you. Unfortunately it was already too late, you could feel the small amount of blood dribble down your nose. You just had to think about making Sanji cum for you.

You gasped unintentionally, causing the blonde to look over at you. Your face heated up as your eyes met. How were you going to explain yourself? You were so embarrassed. Sanji on the other hand rushed over to you grabbing a clean towel to delicately hold against your face. “(Y-Y/N)! Are you okay? You’re bleeding!” staring into his eyes you start to stutter.

“A-ah um, t-t-the weather! Yeah sometimes if it’s too cold outside my nose just b-bleeds?” you wanted to perish that just sounded stupid. Entirely possible but stupid. Although it didn’t seem like Sanji even heard your explanation as he picked you up and put you on the counter to help wipe the blood off of your face. Such a gentleman he was always so attentive to your needs. It’s one of the reasons you fell in love with him. 

Sanji cleared his throat “I thought you went home with Robin?” Sanji was glad you didn't leave without saying anything. He was confused when only Robin said her goodnight. He was afraid he did something to upset you but seeing you, the beautiful love of his life, stay behind to give him his own private farewell filled his heart with so much glee.

You tilted your head down slightly, unable to meet his gaze taking the towel from his hands. Your heart pounded faster in your chest as your fingers brushed his. This was your chance “Actually I wanted to," you trailed off. No, it didn't feel right you already made a fool of yourself with the nose bleed you didn't have the confidence to confess right now. At least you could come up with something else. "I wanted to ask you if you needed any help! Yeah! I know you always prepare all the pastries the night before.” That was a better idea. Honestly you missed hearing his praise and flirty remarks all day. At least now you could get your daily dose before you go back to your sad cold apartment.

Sanji loved how thoughtful you always were but if the weather was supposed to be bad enough to cancel flights he might want to say no just so that he could make sure you got home safe. As much as he would love to spend more time with his angel your safety was his first priority “That’s sweet of you but I couldn’t ask that of-”

You eagerly cut him off “You wouldn’t be asking, I'm offering to help. Besides, we sold our last gingerbread house today. I was hoping we could make some together.” 

Sanji’s eyes widened, his goddess wanted to bake with him. Just the two of you he felt blessed. How could he say no to you like that. He gave you a soft smile as he helped you off the counter bowing his head "What kind of man would I be to refuse such an offer from my princess." He winked at you for good measure. If only he understood how flustered he truly makes you. 

Sanji couldn’t help the fact that your joyful enthusiasm took his breath away, from the way you hummed while you mixed the ingredients to the way your laugh filled the room whenever a gingerbread man didn't quite come out of the cookie cutter properly. Even now as you vigorously mixed creams and icing with an intensity that had small flecks fall in your hair, all he could think about was running his hand through that soft luscious hair and capturing your lips with his. His heart felt like it was going to burst as you accidently wiped some icing on your cheek and tried to lick at it to get it off. The consistency, the color, that's when his mind went elsewhere and suddenly it was Sanji’s turn to be embarrassingly red faced on the floor with a nose bleed.

"Oh god, Sanji are you alright! What happened?" One moment Sanji was watching you making icing and the next he was on the floor. What did you miss?

He coughed bringing the corner of his apron to his face as he stuttered out "Y-your cuteness was just too much for my heart to take." It wasn’t entirely a lie but he definitely couldn't tell you the truth.

His words made your legs weak as you gracefully knelt down next to him pulling a handkerchief from your pocket to help clean up the blood, blushing at the proximity you both were in. If you wanted too, all you would have to do was lean forward and kiss him. Then he would know how you felt about him but do you risk it. You didn't have time to think about it as the oven chimed signaling the batch of gingerbread was done.

You both composed yourselves and shuffled the trays onto drying racks in silence as you continued preparing other pastries while you waited for the gingerbread to cool. You and Sanji made a good team. You were surprised how little you had to communicate to know what the other needed. Now if you could apply that to your romantic feelings then you were all set.

By the time you were finished baking and decorating it was much later than you anticipated it being but your apartment wasn't too far of a walk. You should be fine, you hope. As you walked back into the storefront you noticed that the “bad weather prediction” was no joke. More than half the length of the door and windows were covered in white barely showing the outside world. You looked at each other both coming to the same conclusion. You were snowed in. You couldn’t get home like this or well you probably could but you'd have to climb the wall of snow and then hope you could access the door to your apartment complex.

Sanji cleared his throat "You could stay the night. I don't mind. Not like you can get home like this anyway." you only nodded. You didn't trust your voice to not betray you and you were too busy blushing to realize that he was just as flustered in this situation. Sanji's inner monologue was running rampant overjoyed at the prospect that you'd be sleeping over. He would be the last thing you saw before you went to bed and he'd be the first person you'd greet in the morning. He smiled at the thought of seeing you all cute and sleepy when you woke up tomorrow. After he locked the Sunny, you followed him up the stairs and into his apartment. 

It was small but something about it being Sanji’s made it feel warm and cozy. As Sanji stepped in closing the door behind you he gestured to the couch "Make yourself at home, I'll see if I can find you something to wear. Would you like a bath? Are you hungry? I can make you something!" He needed to calm himself down before he makes you uncomfortable but he couldn’t help it. He giddy wanting to pamper his princess for always being so good to him. Before you could answer any questions he disappeared into his room. When he came back he brought you some of his clothes to wear and ushered you to the bathroom for your shower. Your head was spinning thinking about using his soaps and body wash. You were standing where Sanji has stood many times naked, as you are now. If you close your eyes you could almost imagine it. At least if you got another nose bleed you were still in the shower but still you didn't want to make too big of a mess. As you finished up it finally dawned on you that you would be wearing Sanji’s clothes. It would be like he was hugging you from all angles. You lift the shirt to your nose. Of course it smelled clean but there was a hint of something uniquely distinguishable as Sanji’s scent embedded in the fabric. 

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sanji cursed under his breath looking at the contents in his fridge. Go figure the one time you finally come over is the one time he's low on everything he envisioned cooking for you. To be fair he didn't have a lot of time to prepare anything impressive like the wine and dine he had in his head. He knows you would be fine with something simple but Sanji still wanted to make it special. This was the first time you would be staying the night and he didn't want it to be your last. He lit some candles to set the mood as he rolled up his sleeves to get to work. By the time you emerged from the other room he had just finished setting the table. He was awestruck looking at the way his clothes fit on you. Sanji couldn’t help the "adorable" that slipped past his lips. He beckoned for you to take a seat pulling out the chair for you like the gentleman he was. 

It was all so romantic it felt like a dream. Almost like this was naturally how it should be everyday but reality is a cruel mistress and once you both finished eating the power went out leaving the candle to dimly illuminate the room as you stare into each other's eyes with shock and surprise. The weather was a force to be reckoned with.

"I guess we should turn in for the night." Sanji said, picking up the candle and offering you his hand. Your heart was racing with how warm he was to the touch. You were glad the candle was your only light otherwise the blonde would see you blushing profusely. As you made your way to the bedroom Sanji let go of your hand to open the door. He gestured to his bed.

"You can take my room, I'll be on the couch if you need me-"

"NO wait!" You cut him off grabbing the edge of his sleeve. The moment your actions register you recoil shyly nudging your fingers together. "You'll be cold on the couch without the heater on, you should stay an- and keep me warm!" Stumbling over your words aside, you were proud of yourself for not chickening out at the declaration. Even if you can't mentally rally your bravery to profess your true feelings, maybe your actions will speak for you.

Sanji’s heart clenched. Of course how could he leave his angel at a time like this. "As you wish, my princess." He practically moaned at your request hoping you couldn’t tell how sensual his thoughts were becoming at the notion of you “sleeping” together. You both got under the covers as he blew out the candle. You laid facing each other trying to focus on your breathing but the blood was rushing to your ears. Your heart was doing back flips while your mind was doing summersaults. You should confess now but the words were stuck in your throat. It wasn’t until his hand brushed yours that you even remembered how to breathe properly.

"(Y/N) are you cold?"

You nodded slowly "A little, are you?" He only hummed before he spoke in that mellow sultry voice that puts butterflies in your stomach "Turn around for me?" Oh god did he even realize the words he was saying, what he was asking of you?

Mesmerized with the idea you did as you were told. You felt him shifting closer to you feeling his warm breath on the back of your neck. You bit your lip to suppress a mewl. You became hyper aware of the space between you but the arm draped around your torso made you dizzy. His touch was so loving, you felt safe. "That better?" Sanji asked unsure how comfortable you were with his arm around you. The tension was killing him but the fact that you didn’t push him away immediately was a good sign right. He was torn between the two voices in his head. His more perverse side was egging him to shoot his shot. The worst that could happen is you say no but then you might lose all respect for him and he didn’t want that either.

Meanwhile to answer his question you wanted to say no, you were still a little cold but you wanted him to pull you closer. Instead of answering vocally you had a better idea. Taking full advantage of the situation you muster up the courage to lean back into his touch catching him off guard as he stutters for a moment not quite forming full sentences. You were going to be the death of him. You pressed yourself against him letting his warmth envelope you before he inevitably pushed you away, or so you thought but he never did. You laid spooning drowning in your thoughts. Sanji was doing the same, neither of you spoke, both enjoying the moment. Time passed but you weren’t capable of counting the minutes.

You were too busy trying to sort the words out in your head that you didn’t notice Sanji’s almost anxious nervous shifting. Without thinking about it you moved closer barely catching a muffled grunt. That’s when you notice something pressing against you that wasn’t there before. You blushed, gasping at the sensation. Sanji wanted to die. He tried to roll over pulling his arm back to hide his shame but you held on rolling over with him incidentally being pulled into his lap. You were straddling him when you finally let go of his arm. You both were seemingly shocked at the others actions speaking at the same time.

“Sanji I have something to-”

“I’M SORRY!”

He covered his face spewing out a stream of apologies mixed with compliments of your beauty and how that's no excuse for his actions. The bottom line was that he wasn’t listening to you when you were trying to tell him everything that was on your mind. You swallowed, it was now or never and you felt you had a good chance. Grinding down on his hard on you manage to pull a groan from his lips shutting him up. Sanji threw his hand over his mouth embarrassed over his body's reactions. His mind was racing, brain short circuiting with the position he was in. His princess was grinding down on him; surely this was a dream. He let out another whimper as you finally stilled your hips. A soft pant escaping your lips from the movement. Sanji’s eyes were blown wide, taking in the image of his goddess in the moonlight. The blonde was worried that if he blinked he’d wake up from this fantasy of his.

The friction between you felt just as good to you and seeing Sanji this disheveled was doing things to your head. You’ve barely touched him but you wanted to see how much of a mess you could turn him into. You guessed now was a good time as ever to get the weight off your chest. "Stop apologizing, I've been thinking about this for a while but haven't found the right time to say it." Sanji slowly moved his hand from his face. Even in the dim lighting you could tell it was a deep crimson. Your face was warm as well but it comforted you enough knowing you both were on the same page. At least that’s what you were going to assume.

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves as you continued "When we are together every compliment, every smile, every lingering touch sends me reeling and it feels like my heart is going to burst. You're my best friend and you mean the world to me but I've fallen in love with you and I can't hide it anymore. Sanji I love you."

“(Y/N)” Your name died on his lips as you slowly crashed yours against his. Sanji pulled you closer, reveling in your soft touch melting against him as his hand wandered your body to hold you lovingly. You put your hand on his chest as you pulled away. This was it, the moment of truth. Both of you were panting with lust filled eyes as he slowly rolled you over so he could be on top. Gently grabbing your hand he kissed each one of your knuckles taking the time to place kisses up your arm watching you flush as he was mere inches away from your face smiling at you like he's waited his entire life for this moment. 

“You are my world,” he kissed your forehead. “My goddess,” he kissed your cheek. “My angel,” your other cheek. “And if you’ll let me, my lover.” He looked at you eyes full of adoration, almost waiting for your approval before saying “I love you, most.” Sanji finally met your lips, cherishing the way you met him halfway. He shifted ever so slightly, placing him right against your entrance. You moaned into the kiss pulling him closer as you rolled your hips up matching the pace of the kiss, hot and slow. You both had all the time in the world and Sanji was going to make sure you savored the moment. 

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Posting my blorbo exchange gift later today because I cannot wait any longer I am so so proud of it ! ! !

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X READER SECRET SANTA - AN ONE PIECE EVENT

The air smells like gingerbread and mulled wine, the world outside powdered in the first snow of the year. You gaze up to your calendar, heart leaping in your chest… it‘s that time of the year! „Time to sign up for the One Piece X Reader Secret Santa“, you mumble and open your laptop. „But first I should read the rules to get a clear understanding of what to keep in mind…“

Hi and welcome to the first One Piece X Reader Secret Santa! Thank you for your interest, we're so happy to have you here. Before you head to the sign-up form, make sure to read the rules and FAQ first!

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The Sun Will Always Rise || Ronald Speirs

inspired by a quote from Ruta Sepetys’ book, Between Shades of Grey ~ ❛you stand for what is right, without the expectation of gratitude or reward. ❜

Happy HBO War Secret Santa 2020! I can’t believe the time has officially arrived and to say I am beyond excited for this lil Ronald Speirs imagine I cooked up, is an understatement. This is for @incorrectbandofbrothersquotes​ , for Kelsey!! It’s not as much of a Christmas theme, more of a snowy, wintry theme, which I love!!

I was beyond excited to take up a request for Secret Santa and laying out my options, going off your list, I chose Ronald Speirs to write for you - I am so happy with how this turned out, and I hope, more than anything, you enjoy it and it brings some holiday cheer to this time of year, especially after a year where it seems like every thing that happened just got worse and worse.

Take time to yourself this holiday season, Kelsey, and you enjoy some time for yourself as well - you are such a wonderful human being, who I believe if I’m correct, I have followed since Day 1 in this fandom, nearly 2 years ago - if that even sounds right LOL! It’s been a long while though! Happy reading and happy holidays for whatever holiday you celebrate, or if you don’t celebrate any at all! Thank you and enjoy! And thank you @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant for doing this!!! <3

ronald speirs imagine x reader - 2.5k word count <3 

Captain Speirs had been rather adamant on letting you go early from the tiny meeting Captain Winters had organized - between the runny nose, your numb fingertips, and your pale cheeks which seemed to stand out especially in the bleak wilderness around you, you figured it was for the best. 

Haguenea, France was far from the paradise that Mourmelon-le-Grande had offered back in the convent in Rachamps when it was the only thought inside your mind, the warmth reaching your hands for the first time in what felt like months. 

Now, your toes were numb just like your mind. Your helmet was cast down over your tired eyes, the dark rims that had accompanied you through Bastogne, along with the terrors of the Bois Jaque, you were surprised that you could no longer get a proper night of sleep at this point. 

OP 2 stood with its bullet speckled fortifications, shattered glass window panes, and mud covered path way but more than anything you felt a tiny smile poke up at the corner of your mouth, more than anything in that moment. 

Crossing your arms across your chest, you tucked your little hands towards the coat portion near your armpits, relishing the bit of warmth your body still managed to produce. 

Moving up the few steps you had taken that morning, up to the depths of OP 2, you stomped the bits of mud out from the portions of your new winter-boots pack and pushed inside the bit of warmth that drifted from the outpost. 

You could hear a few of the men moving around downstairs, most likely eating their fill before the patrol slated for 0100 tonight. It was quiet on the main level though, beds left unmade from where men had taken much-needed naps from the bitter cold which brought on layers of tiredness and loss of calories more than the normal days of what war brought. 

Pulling the Thompson from your shoulder, you let it drop into your cold hands before lying it beside the bunk you, yourself had taken a nap in before you had woken up for the meeting. 

Yawning, you glanced towards the open French doors that let in the cold draft of air in the late, dreary afternoon. The quiet river that trailed outside let it’s soft presence be known as the sun did its best to warm the land underneath which lay tattered in ruins and soaking snow and mud pits, decorating it with war. 

Moving outside again, you let your pistol bump at your hip - no one wanted to start another battle when the war had already taken enough, no one wished to throng bullet after bullet towards one another when there was already so much bloodshed - for a moment there was simply just peace as you moved outside towards the river. 

Turning the corner, where you had found a little secluded spot to just sit and let the tiny bit of peace you felt overtake you, you noticed a figure standing stiffly, his dark eyes looking out across the river, with a scarf pulled up around his stubble cheeks, eyes evidently alert and awake. 

You had found the area just that day, frosted hedges and a leafless tree hanging overhead with the dreary sky as a saddening backdrop. 

Clearing your throat, you took a tentative step forward, watching the man with gentle eyes. He didn’t seem to notice your presence, he didn’t make a show of it, but you knew he did, by the subtle shift in the way his shoulders dropped the slightest inch, and even his eyes seemed to soften, the hard glow from your side view of him fading. 

Captain Speirs seemed no stranger to your presence in the simple way, he suddenly turned his own head towards your eyes, his lips pulled into the thin line you had seen previously at the small gathering with Captain Winters. 

“ I thought I told you to get some rest, Lieutenant.” he said, his eyes softly moving up and down your small stature, stopping briefly on your hands which looked nearly as pale as the sky by that point - you looked so fragile and small in his eyes for a moment. 

“ Sleeping and I aren’t exactly compatible.” you said as you approached him, your feet in the mud covered boots slowing to a pause in front of him as he watched you earnestly.

“ What are you doing out here, Lieutenant?” 

“ I could ask the same of you, sir.” you answered quietly back, watching as he studied your eyes, noticing the build of stress lines that stretched like the horizon underneath your stressed eyes, the sunken in cheeks showing the wounds of war in someone who had fought so strongly against it and the pain of a million souls rupturing your heart. A slight hint of a smile poked up at the corner of his lips, as he finally rested his eyes on your own again, before looking back out towards the river and the enemy’s side.

“ It’s peaceful out here.” he said and you watched as he let his eyes move along the bank of water, softly picking on each and every little part of the river from its banks to the white caps. 

“ I’m glad I’m not the only one who found it peaceful then.” you said quietly, your own eyes caring out towards the, admittedly, cold water. Slowly, willing yourself with the might you had, you walked forward and slowly positioned yourself beside the man, barely reaching his shoulder if you could admit it and let your eyes remain out on the river. 

Captain Ronald Speirs had come into your life only recently, but even years before you had bumped into him on occasion - it was always a mutual greeting, signs of respect being passed between the two of you, both Lieutenants in your own realms. He had even complimented the dress you’d been wearing out on the town one night with a group of the guys in Aldbourne after the Normandy Campaign. He had liked the color - it had been a soft baby blue, like robin’s eggs - and he had liked it. 

Of course at the time, you hadn’t thought much of it, the sun rising and setting, the moon coming out to expose the raw pain and truth of war, the bloodshed and endless battles and the grief that consumed merely just one person after the next - you’d forgotten about it almost instantly. You still remembered the softness of his eyes - that hadn’t changed. 

Now, he was your CO and you remained a close Second to him; he turned to you when he wanted to run something over, and on occasion, you two shared a cigarette under the moonlight when all the men were tucked away and finally getting the restful sleep they deserved. 

“ What do you think’s gonna happen on that patrol tonight, Lieutenant?” he asked you, voice soft, in a way gentle, but the soft rasp of a cough in his throat was far from evident. He always seemed to confide in you when these circumstances arose - especially after Rachamps. 

“ I think the men will be okay, they’ve fought for a while in this war, just as the enemy has. They’ll do their best.” They were tired is what she wanted to say, all the men were - she gave a prayer to Sergeant Martin for the heed he took when assigned to lead the patrol over the exhausted Sergeant Malarkey. 

“ They’ve all fought long enough.” the Captain said quietly and you peaked a hesitant glance up towards him. Your heart didn’t fail to speed up the slightest bit at the gentle nature that encased his face and the way he seemed to undoubtedly care for each of the men like a father would. 

Turning from the river, he slowly met your eyes which didn’t falter in looking away from his own - you were rather mesmerized by his beautiful irises, the way they glowed even in darkness or in the bleak snow, even when the sun would rise, they glowed so purely. 

“ Sir….I….” He watched you speak, head inclined towards you, waiting for the words from your lips, but you were caught up with the caring nature he seemed to inhibit within himself in that moment of time where there was no war, no peace, just him and his eyes, and just...him. 

“ I know you care for these men, Y/N.” Captain Speirs whispered softly, as he watched your eyes change from the stressed expression they seemed to constantly encompass to a gentleness, a warmth, merely at the direct comment of her name and not just the soft rasp of Lieutenant - no he had said your name. So softly and tenderly, each letter off the tongue like a song. 

“ I’ve been with them since Toccoa, sir….I…” your shoulders managed to slump as you found yourself unable to finish your sentence under the Captain’s gaze, unable to process mere words. 

“ These men don’t deserve this Y/N, I know that and so does Captain Winters - I think we all do.” 

“ Battalion’s orders.” you managed out weakly, with an attempt at a frosted smile as he nodded, watching the sadness flood your eyes again - he found out he didn’t like seeing your beautiful eyes sad like that, even if they still looked just as beautiful, your eyes didn’t deserve to see and feel such pain, for their mere beauty was worth much more. 

“ You don’t deserve this either, Y/N.” Shutting your eyes for a moment, you felt your heart squeeze at his words - you always thought in some way you had - for the lives you took, for the ones you couldn’t prevent being taken, from everything. In some ways, it was alright - to pay your dues as such. 

“ You deserve to be happy, warm...in a little cottage by the sea that you’ve always liked…” 

He had LISTENED to that story? He had HEARD that story? 

You swore it must’ve been the fever or maybe that the recollection you had was just you mumbling to yourself, you swore it had been.

“ You heard all that?” you asked softly, your eyes opening as you met his own again. A chuckle left his lips and you found it enough to boost your own into a shy smile at it, his eyes downcast before glancing up to your own. He had a nice laugh.

“ Yeah, yeah I did,” he said biting back his lips as a smile crossed his lips, twinkling eyes shining on you,” must’ve been the fever but you were going on and on about it and I wasn’t going to stop you either.” You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head at your clumsy way of speech - through a fever and the cold and you had blabbered to Captain Speirs about the cottage by the sea you wished for. 

Both your smiles seemed to fall once the moment past and almost like a little angel on your shoulder, your heart pleaded to see that dash of a boyish grin on his lips again. Your heart nearly yearned for it when it’s only human contact was the Captain in front of her - maybe she wanted it too. 

And from the proximity of your bodies, you were nearly in reach of him. 

“ Your eyes..-” Softly looking towards you as you spoke, your lip hanging open a bit as you met them again,”...I mean, sir, I..I don’t know if you’ve been told, but you’re eyes…” He watched you softly.

“ They’re beautiful, sir, and I just thought you should know.” Because in war, this war, I may never see you after tonight, you wished to say, but your head was saying no as your heart was saying yes. 

The smile that had gone underground on the Captains’ face suddenly grew, spreading across his face and you couldn’t help but let your breath get caught in your throat. 

An ethereal being was your first thought. 

It seemed like he too was caught at a similar crossroads, his eyes betraying him and his heart - you were within reach, you were standing right there, despite everything. 

You were standing there with a wounded heart. 

“ I could say the same to you,” he said quietly,” Lieutenant.” Your heart squeezed the slightest bit tighter as he said it.

“ Baby blue,” he said quietly,” like robin’s eggs.” Your eyes carried up to his again and you met them within seconds, suddenly aware of the heat on your cheeks, the pounding of your heart - none of it.

“ I didn’t just notice that dress you wore that day, Lieutenant,” he said quietly,” I noticed those eyes too.” He swore they could make the sun want to rise on its worst days. You swore it was just the cold, but you had no words left to say, you had nothing to say at all - because his eyes which glowed like the sun, said it all. 

“ Sir….” you whispered, but he suddenly turned and gently pressed his hands which had been crossed over his chest, flush against your red cheeks and watched you tenderly, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of your sunken in cheeks, as he watched your eyes. He watched you so selflessly, like you were his sun, his world. 

Could a person ever mean that much to another - maybe Ronald Speirs thought that way. 

Maybe he always had. 

It seemed for a moment the stoic Captain did everything to break down the walls which encapsulated him just so he could touch the human in front of him - you. The bit of warmth he still felt under his fingertips coming from you. 

Softly, ever so lovingly, he shut his eyes as you watched his long lashes cover his irises. 

And in that moment, you shut your own as he held your there, inches from his face, faintly hearing his heartbeat which raced for the first time since Foy. 

“ You stand for what is right, Y/N, without the expectation of gratitude or reward.” he whispered softly as your heart rushed and hurriedly skipped over a beat without hesitation,” And through this war, even after, it’s all you deserve.” 

And within a moment, a softness pressed against your cold cheek, the touch of his lips on your skin, a gentle kiss from the servant of the sun - and just as fast as it had happened it disappeared. 

Your own hands slowly moved upward towards your flushed cheeks - you could still feel the brush of his lips against the skin of your cheek. 

Opening your eyes, you found yourself alone, all alone by the rushing water of the river, your heart pounding. Slowly, you glanced over your shoulder and found the figure of the Captain moving away from you, his commanding presence which had fallen to his queen for a mere moment of time, back up. 

Yet you had seen it fall, and you had seen his heart, his beautiful heart - for not only were his eyes as beautiful as they had been, but so was his heart - it had always been, but this time, so was everything else about him. 

Everything.

The sun smiled, it would always rise. 

The sun would always rise. 

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