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Okay yall...this is my first ever Law/reader. I wrote this after a bottle of wine, on my phone notepad, past my bedtime so it's definitely not proofread. Forgive me.
Warnings: slight suggestiveness, mention of needles, stitches, wounds
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It couldn't have been a simple flesh wound. It would have been far too easy a battle if that were the case. No, you had a gaping slash of a wound carved right into your shoulder and with all the bloodied bandages piling up beside you on the operation table you thought surely the bleeding should be slowing soon.
You took a deep breath and gave a half hearted smile to Law who looked clearly lost in thought as he meticulously set up the metal tray with a needle, surgical sutures, fresh gauze.
"So, am I going to live, doctor?" You tried to joke with him but his eyebrows furrowed as he continued his setup by stretching gloves over his tattooed hands. When he finally looked at you, you could swear you saw a look of guilt wash over his features.
"This is a bad wound, Y/n... of course you'll live but..." he seemed lost in thought and you couldn't shake the overwhelming urge to reach out and cup your hand against his cheek. He seemed genuinely upset.
"...but?"
"You're going to have to take off your shirt," he said completely ignoring your attempt to get him to finish his sentence.
You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. If it hadn't been for the throbbing pain in your shoulder you would have forgotten that you were his patient and not living out some sexy fantasy with the man you had been desiring for so long. There was one problem, however, you couldn't take the shirt off by yourself.
"Captain..." you spoke so softly that you were surprised when he looked to you.
"I cant...I need your help." While you hated feeling helpless, the thoughts momentarily rushed you. Flashes of his inked fingers snaking up your stomach as he lifted the thin cotton shirt over your breasts and over your head.
"Y/n-ya."
His voice and a sharp, biting pain brought you back to the present.
"We will do it slowly then," he said as he reached for the hem of your shirt. You felt your heart begin to speed up despite the pain. Your pink cheeks betrayed you as he looked into your eyes.
"Gently now," he was so soft spoken as he began to lift your shirt. "We are going to go up and out with your good arm, then your head, and then the bad arm, okay?"
"Okay," was all you could say as he finally made his way past your breasts--luckily you had decided on wearing a bra today. As he maneuvered the shirt around your arm and then your head you dared to ask him, "why do you look so upset, Captain?"
You winced as he gently peeled the remainder of your shirt off of your bad arm. "It's nothing..." he replied stoically.
"This is going to sting," he announced as he leveled a needle near your gaping wound. "This will numb the area so i can stitch you up."
You prepared yourself with a deep breath and as you exhaled you squeezed your hands into fists to alleviate the pain of the injection.
"Good...now stay still," he said as he began threading the suture to the needle and then put it to your shoulder. "You'll feel some pressure," and just like that he was back to looking forlorn.
"Law...what's going on, really...? Something is happening inside that head of yours," you said firmly.
There was silence for a few minutes and then quietly you heard him mutter, "this is my fault."
"How is this your fault?"
"If I would have only made it to you in time you wouldn't be here right now. I should have been paying attention," he sounded almost sad.
"I'm perfectly capable of saving myself, Law." No more "captain" pleasantries were spoke because you knew using his name hit closer to home
"I know you are! But...i..I can't stand to see you hurt." You could swear you see a faint tinge of pink on his cheeks but you brush it off.
"Because you're a good captain, Law. But please know this isn't your fault. We all had our own battles and I'm just glad no one else was hurt."
He seemed to contemplate this for a while and as he did, the tiredness began to seep into you. You couldn't feel him working on your shoulder but you closed your eyes and imagined what his warm hands would feel like under different circumstances.
You knew sleep was beginning to take hold because you felt a sudden warmth envelope you. A wave of relaxation moved in as solid arms scooped you up and moved you through the cool hallways of the Polar Tang.
You could be dreaming it, but you were being lowered onto a bed that you knew was not your own. It smelled like him--warm cedar and mint. You relished in this dream as you snuggled into the blankets. And as you continued to drift and dream you could swear you heard him say, "I promise to protect you next time."
And you knew he meant it because he reached over and gently tucked a strand of your loose hair behind your ear. And you didn't wake until the next morning.
Smokin’ With A Crocodile
Sir Crocodile x Fem!reader
In which you and crocodile share a blunt.
Mentions of smoking and using drugs, sexual themes, established relationship, set during the alabasta arc. (I wrote this just for fun)
“So you’d like to get high with me then.” Crocodile teased sitting in his chair.
“Yep.” You said emphasizing the “p”
“Why?” He asked leaning back
“Because I though it might be fun. And you and I have been working a lot lately and I think we’ve earned a break.
“Sure, why not.” Crocodile said picking up his transponder snail. He then called Mr.1 inquiring about getting the thing you desired. After about 30 minutes the two of you heard a knock on the door.
“Yes!” You cheered making you way to the door.
You opened it revealing the man you were looking forward to seeing. Mr.1 then handed you the rather large bag of weed. Your eyes seemed to popped out of you head at the sheer amount of weed that was available. It was a massive bag that was at least half the dose of you. You then turned to your lover, Crocodile, with a confused but amused expression. He just shrugged putting out his signature cigar on his golden astray.
“You said you wanted to relax and get high my love. I feel like I don’t need to remind you but I am a big man. It’s going to take a lot for me to feel it.” Crocodile teased getting up from his chair after he dismissed Mr. 1.
“Fair, I guess that would make sense.” You laughed. “Alright you got some papers?” You asked
“Of course I do.” Crocodile said confidently
The next 10 minutes we’re filled with the two of you rolling a massive blunt. And for some reason Crocodile was really good at it. And it made you question to yourself whether or not he use to smoke a lot of weed back in his younger days.
“Alright, light her up.” You said to Crocodile as he grabbed the lighter from his pants pocket as he lit one of the blunts the two of you were going to share.
He took a puff allowing for the smoke to fill his lungs completely as he exhaled. He did this once more leaving you slight impatient but soon handed it to you. You followed him taking a puff of it. You let the smoke sit in your lungs for a second before exhaling, enjoying the sensation of the drug that slightly started to kick in. You then passed it back to him feeling satisfied.Whatever weed this was, it was strong and you knew that after only a few more hit you’d be out.
“Take it easy there love.” Crocodile teased taking the blunt from you and doing an even longer drag. He then did something you did not expect.
Crocodile pulled you towards him, capturing your lips into a sweet but heated kiss. You could taste the drug as you breathed him in. It was intoxicating and downright sinful the way he was kissing you. He then pulled away exhaling with a smirk on his mouth as he looked at your flushed and slightly high face. Crocodile laughed slightly before passing it back to you.
“What the hell was that?” You asked feeling hot.
“What you didn’t like it?” He teased giving you a wink.
“You know I did.” You huffed taking a hit before blowing it out on his face.
“Good. Kiss me y/n.” He demanded
However, before you did you took an even longer drag on the blunt. Your lungs slightly hurt but you knew this wouldn’t last long. You then placed the blunt on the ashtray. You pulled your lover by his expensive suit and forced his on your lips. In response he put his hand on your thigh stroking it up and down which made you whimper into the heated drug filled kiss. You pulled away letting some much needed air fill your lungs once more. However, this was short lived as Crocodile pushed you to him once more feeling more needy for you, to which he blamed the weed. Normally he was a composed man. It was rare for him to lose his composure like this, but with all of the high quality weed in his system, he felt like he was completely losing control. And it definitely didn’t help with you being as attractive and alluring as you were. To say the least normal Crocodile was completely in love and obsessed with you, but high Crocodile was on a completely different level.
“I thought you said that it was going to take a lot for you to ge high, my love.” You cooed stroking his flushed cheeks. To which he grumbled feeling slightly shy.
“Just kiss me, woman.” He demanded trying to get the upper hand.
“Oh I’ll kiss you. And I’ll take good care of you took, darling.” You spoke pulling toward you again feeling even hotter than before.
The rest of the night consisted of the two of you being tangled in your rather large bed. Your combined moans were so loud that they could be heard by anyone who was in close walking distance of your home. However, due to your high state neither of you cared. All you cared was the ecstasy of being filled with each other. And the next morning you woke up with hickeys and bruises littering you body. Crocodile too had hickeys on his neck and chest from your own domination. It took the two of you hours to realize that you hadn’t used protection.
“I’ll call Daz to get a pregnancy test.” Crocodile said admiring your body as he held you close to him.
“Good, because I don’t remember you pulling out last night.” You remembered
“No matter what happens, let’s not get that high again.” Crocodile sighed.
“We’ll see.” You cooed feeling happy that you finally got to smoke weed with Crocodile.
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His lovely Centaur
A SanUso FanFic
Usoppaka and Lugyao race each other for who gets,for the last Salmon croquet that Sanzara made.
Sanzara watches the race sitting close by.
Stronami and Rodusa watch from afar, Stronami thinks the races is stupid. Rodusa thinks it's it's cute.
Lugyao is close to the finish but before he can get there- "SLIP!!"
"HEY!! USOPPAKA YOU CHEATER!!" Lugyao sqawks out in frustration.
Usoppaka giggles as he'd had dropped banana peels on the ground by the finish. He prances to the finish with a smug smile.
"Hahaha!, but if course I won. I the great Usoppaka was only destin to win this mere race!"
Sanzara rolls his eyes.
"Here Mon Coeur." He grabs the salmon croquet hands it to Usoppaka, He softly smushes his beak against Usoppaka's cheek.
He crows a giggle with glee.
"Thank you my dear!"
In the blink of an eye Lugyao gobbles the whole thing up.
"Hu- Hey!! Lugyao my croquet!! Nooo, You greedy witless lizard!!" He yells out.
"Sanzaraaaa, my food" He cries out clinging to Sanzara.
"I'll make you make Mon Coeur, You should've expected Lugyao to do that. it's Lugyao we're talking about." Sanzara says as he gently pulls Usoppaka into a hug.
"I know I shouldn't- But still my croquet!" He whines glaring at Lugyao. Lugyao couldn't care less, he Snickers.
"Shishishi, that was soooo good Sanzara,Make more!!" Lugyao orders.
"Alright, Alright you hungry tail-turning slug!" Sanzara scolds sighing.
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As Sanzara stirs and seasons the salmon, adding
green peppers and onions. Then he forms the salmon mixture in a small pattie, dips them in egg wash, after coding all of the croquets into their breading.
He carefully placed all the croquets in the oil one by
one until all of them turn a perfect golden brown.
Sanzara makes sure to save a few for Usoppaka in a
small bag.
knowing Lugyao he'll probably would them all in an second flat including the ones for Usoppaka.
Once he opens the door Lugyao zooms pass him to
the Salmon croquets guffing them down his gullet.
Sanzara walks over to the pouting centaur sitting down beside him.
"Loulou, I made you those croquets you wanted"
He announce with a smile.
Usoppaka beams up eyes shining with delight.
"Oh finally I've been waiting forever." He cries
putting his hand over his head dramatically.
"Yes, Yes I bet You were and I'm so sorry about that, So enjoy Ma Belle~" He teases, gifting the croquets to his loving partner. Usopp cheerfully chomps on his croquet. He's in bliss pure bliss.
"I'm so lucky I have the best boyfriend in the world!!" He loudly praises. In a quick pause Usoppaka finishes his food then plants a BIG affectionate kiss, On Sanzara's beak.
"Oh Amour De Ma Vie I could spend hours on hours telling you how I'm the luckiest kappa on earth if you'd let me." Sanzara gushes the whole heart eyes and everything, with the biggest grin in the world.
His beautiful, amazing, lovely His beautiful, amazing, lovely Partner... His~♡
I hope you liked it!! ᕙ( • ‿ • )ᕗ୧(＾ 〰 ＾)୨
;; Midnight Escapades ..
— ;; minific monday ! a oneshot (almost) every monday, usually under 5k words.. (.. usually ..)
>> in which sanji cheers you up.
; words ? ; 4.8k.
; warnings ? ; none.
; genre ? ; fluff/comfort.
; request ? ; no.
; pairing ? ; vinsmoke sanji x reader.
; notes ; first sanji fic !!! this was chosen by the lovely folks in my discord server <3 fem terms used for reader, also sanji is toned down from straight up simp to just a hopeless romantic. fast burn ! bc i was in the mood to write romance. hope u like !!! crossposted on ao3.
You could feel tears pooling at the edges of your eyes, a stray drop rolling down your cheek. You were so embarrassed. Your first date in ages and you’d been stood up. Sitting all alone, three drinks deep, you probably looked pathetic. Running your hands over your face, you let out a sigh, before pulling out your phone. Your last message of, ‘Hey! I’m here!’ had been read by your date, who’d apparently decided you weren’t worth their time. Dropping your phone down on the table, you picked up your wine glass, trying to decide what to do.
While you were busy staring into the swirling depths of your wine, your waiter had stepped up to your table again. In his hand was a new bottle and a notepad, his posture relaxed as smoke from his cigarette drifted toward the ceiling. You weren’t sure if it was code, but it gave him an odd, charming air that you were drawn to. His striking blonde hair covered one eye, and he had a soft smirk on his face. The small name tag on his apron read “Sanji”.
“Ready to order now, darling?” The way he spoke was smooth and full of charisma. “Or would you prefer another refill?” He set the bottle down on the table, prepping his notepad as he readied his pen. Seeing your face drop slightly, his demeanor shifted, and his brow furrowed.
“Ah, no, no thank you.” You hastily wiped your tears. You didn’t need anyone seeing you cry. “Sorry, I‘ll just uhm, get the check.” You trailed off, clutching the fancy napkin in your lap. You had been so excited, dressed up a little nicer than you usually did, and had saved up your paychecks to go to a fancier restaurant, the one you were currently sat in, the Baratie. You had felt so pretty, so happy, now you felt ridiculous. Your dress seemed foolish and tacky, and you definitely looked a scene sitting alone for going on almost two hours, only asking for a refill as you hoped your date would show.
They didn’t.
The waiter, Sanji, looked confused, before he slid his notepad back into his pocket and set an elegant hand on the table. “Was something not to your liking?” He pulled his cigarette from his lips and put it out, blowing the smoke away from you. The man didn’t seem like your usual waiter, more intent and focused on you.
“Oh! Um, no, the wine was lovely.” Your gaze fell back to your hands folded in your lap, and you bit your lip to hide your emotions that threatened to breach the surface. “I didn’t mean to hog a table, I’m sure another group of customers could have used the seats.” You sighed, reaching for your bag and wallet. “I guess it’s what I get, huh? Choosing a fancy restaurant on a first date and they don’t even show.”
Sanji was taken aback for a moment, before a sudden anger and frustration filled his eyes, though it wasn’t directed at you. The way you sent him a wide, half-broken fake smile while you ignored the sparkles of tears that bordered your lashes sent a pang of fury through him. Who would dare to crush your hopes like this? His hand on the table curled into a fist.
“So you were stood up?” It was an unnecessary comment, but he was vocalizing his anger. “What kind of bastard does that to such a sweet lady.” His brows were furrowed as his voice took on a furious tone, a slight growl leaving his throat. You weren’t sure why he was so upset, you were sure that he had to deal with similar situations as a waiter for such a nice restaurant. He had been nothing but charming to you as you were waiting for your date, and now that he was showing such emotion on your behalf somewhat drew you to him.
You nodded slowly, fiddling with your fingers. “…It’s alright! Maybe something came up.” You fed yourself the line in the attempt to make yourself feel better. The waiter seemed to have fire burning in his eyes. “I’ll, um, get out of your way, I'll just pay for the wine.” Lowering your voice, you pulled your card out of your wallet and held it out to the waiter. With a lightly calloused hand, he gently pushed your card away.
“Nah, I’m not going to make you pay for this.” Sanji cracked his knuckles then began to undo his apron, untying the knot from behind his back. You looked at him in confusion. He… wasn’t going to make you pay? What kind of waiter was he?
“What? Why?” You stared up at him as he lay his apron on the table, holding his hand out to you. He sent you a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with pure innocence and excitement.
“I don’t make a habit of disappointing ladies like yourself. I think that bastard has made you suffer enough on your own tonight, what kind of man would I be if I burdened your wallet as well?” His voice was airy and light, and he seemed to have good intentions. You stayed seated, more confused than anything. “C’mon.”
Sticking your wallet back into your bag, you slung it over your shoulder. “Are you.. quitting? What’s going on?” You asked, still unable to really get a read on the situation. He’d taken off his apron, did he decide to quit because you got stood up? It made no sense.
“Oh no, not at all. I just figured I’d offer a lady such as yourself a better evening than having to dwell on being stood up.” You took his hand, standing and gently dusting off your dress. “I’m technically the sous chef here, but I was standing in as a waiter due to lack of staff.” He shrugged, steadying you as you gathered yourself. With a soft smile you went along with it, welcoming a distraction. You knew to be wary of strangers, but the man in front of you seemed genuine and harmless.
Making sure you had all of your things, you let him lead you away from the table. “Oh. That makes sense, I suppose.” You decided not to think too hard on it. The waiter was attractive and warm with his actions, and you’d found yourself drawn to him from the moment you had sat down.
He flashed you a dazzling smile, before stopping by the kitchen. Pausing, he raised his voice enough for the chefs in the kitchen to hear him over the ruckus of their cooking. “HEY OLD MAN! I’M LEAVING EARLY!” Sanji shouted, making sure you were out of the way so he wouldn’t be yelling at you.
“NO THE HELL YOU AREN’T, YOU BRAT!” A loud, brash voice answered, and Sanji just sent a middle finger towards the kitchen, not bothering to respond. You didn’t know how to react, before you held a hand over your mouth to suppress a light giggle. You never expected the gentlemanly chef to have such a harsh side to him.
“You won’t get fired if you shout like that?” You questioned, amused. In an instant he turned back to you, lightly gripping your hand and leading you to the front of the restaurant.
“Probably not.” He shrugged, taking your hand and giving you a light-hearted twirl before moving to hold the front door open for you. “The chef’s like my old man, he’s too soft-hearted to kick me out.” You hadn’t noticed before, but Sanji wore a black double-breasted suit with the sleeves rolled up, something that made him seem endlessly elegant. His gaze was fixed back towards the restaurant as you stepped out, and you took the chance to really look at him.
His jaw was sharp and angled, and his dark goatee seemed to fit him perfectly. The eye that wasn’t covered by his fluffy blonde hair was a lovely steel blue, sparkling and intelligent. His brow had an interesting spiral to it at the end, something that intrigued you in the fact that it suited him. His arms were strong and seemed toned, his hands calloused from what you now knew was likely years of experience in the kitchen.
He turned his head to you, and you quickly spun away, giving him a small thank you as you stepped out onto the street. The lights of the Baratie glowed behind you, the elegant sign above the front door bright and inviting. There weren’t too many people out since it had grown pretty late, the sky fading to shades of dusk and early night. There was a slight chill in the air and you bundled into yourself to fight off the cold.
After noticing your minuscule shiver, Sanji had pulled off his suit jacket in an instant and laid it over your shoulders. “Would hate for a darling like you to catch a cold.” He nodded, resting his hand hesitantly on your lower back. His gesture was welcome, and you weren’t about to reject the warm jacket, but now you worried about him.
“Won’t you be cold then?” You asked him with a gentle smile.
With a shrug, he gave you a comforting smile. “I’d much rather freeze than allow a lady to shiver.” He nodded, his chivalry shining through with everything he did. Though he was basically a stranger, you felt like you could trust him. Speaking of, he seemed to realize in that instant that he didn’t know your name, and made a show out of asking.
With a flourish, he had bowed to one knee in front of you, holding one hand in your grasp as if he was about to propose to you. “Please excuse my incorrigible manners my lady, but may I have the honor of knowing your name?” He was staring up at you like you were made of stars and jewels.
You laughed, and urged him to stand, giving him your name. Even just the knowledge of your name seemed to make him elated. He spun, clasping his hands together as he endlessly mumbled affectionate praises.
“A lovely name for an even lovelier lady!” He cheered, his attitude much different from when he was arguing with the head chef of his restaurant. His nature, however silly, did lighten your mood. Sanji seemed to glow with glee as you lit up with a smile, embarrassment rising to your cheeks as his compliments struck you.
His compliments never seemed to cease, and they began to fluster you thoroughly. It went from subtle ones, like “I’m sure you were out of that damn bastard’s league anyways.” to, “The way your eyes sparkle in the moonlight reminds me of dew in a king’s garden, like jewels in the most extravagant of treasuries.” At this point your stomach was roving with butterflies, and you honestly had never felt prettier. Sanji had a way of speaking that made you feel like the only woman on earth.
“How about we go grab a coffee?” He offered, sure that it would warm the two of you up. It was late, but the night could still be considered young. You didn’t have work the next day and could sleep in if you wanted to, and you didn’t think you were quite ready to cut your evening with Sanji short just yet. Though his jacket was offering you a well of warmth, the tips of your fingers were beginning to feel frigid. In a burst of confidence, you reached for your companion’s hand, slipping into his grasp sheepishly.
“Yeah. That sounds good to me.” You responded with a short nod, becoming more comfortable with the idea that this was a date. Sanji seemed as though he was going to pass out, the combined feeling of your smaller hand tucked neatly into his alongside your soft voice sounding pleasant and happy hit him like a truck. With his free hand he slapped a hand over his face and turned away from you, a heavy flush over his pretty boy features. His mind was racing and he struggled to calm himself down, taking deep breaths to still his pounding heart.
Sanji managed to relax, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Regaining his dignity, he shot you a dazzling smile that sent your head spinning. He led the way down the street, shortening his strides to match yours. His hand was warm and strong in your grip, something that definitely comforted you. Tugging on him gently, you slipped your joined hands into the pocket of his coat that was still draped over your shoulders. His cheeks were ablaze with heat, his eyes wide as his confusion slowly faded once he realized what you were doing.
You sent him a sunshine-filled smile, and Sanji let out a soft sigh. Managing to keep his cool, the chef just focused his eyes ahead of him. He was unsure if he would be able to form actual words if he had tried to speak. Your sweet nature was making him melt, and he hadn’t even known you for more than an hour. He had ultimately decided that he’d made a good decision choosing to take you out to cheer you up.
The two of you spoke back and forth, conversation flowing easily as you made your way to the small but picturesque coffee shop that was still open. You ordered your favorite, something sweet, and waited patiently as Sanji ordered a simple americano. You moved to pay, but the blonde fervently declined, adding a honeyed croissant to his order before paying for the both of you. You sent him a look, but he just made another remark about how he wouldn’t be a true man if he let a lady pay for her own order.
It didn’t take long for the barista to make your drinks, and soon you had your hands wrapped firmly around the base of a styrofoam cup, enjoying the warmth your drink offered. Sanji took a sip of his americano and let out a satisfied exhale, content with the taste. You blew softly on the steam that rose from yours and waited for it cool before closing your eyes to revel in the sweet flavor.
“Good?” Sanji questioned, something in him a bit disappointed that you no longer had the need to hold his hand to keep warm.
“Mhm! It’s always good, every time I order it.” You nodded, your breath making small clouds in the chilly night air. Leaning further into Sanji’s coat, you sent him a look, curious about the croissant he had purchased. “To be honest, I didn’t peg you as a pastry kind of guy.” You gave a short, soft laugh as the two of you began walking again, off to an unknown destination.
“Oh? Everyone likes pastries, angel.” He grinned wide and gleefully, sending you a smirk. He took the mentioned treat out of the little paper bag the barista had given him and split it evenly, offering half to you which you graciously took. The flaky pastry all but melted on your tongue and it caused you to hum with delight. “See?” Sanji took his own half and savored the sweet honey, pondering thoughtfully for a moment.
“I guess so.” Shrugging, you paused for a moment in your walk when you felt your phone buzz. Your eyes widened when you read a text from your date, and you had to tighten your grip on your coffee for fear of accidentally dropping it.
‘im here. wru?’
Sanji must have noticed your sudden shift in demeanor because he stepped a little closer to you, concern sparking in his bright blue eyes. He didn’t mean to read your texts, but with his short glance he had seen a text from someone who he could only assume was the bastard who had stood you up. From the look of it, he had ignored you for a good two hours, and it sent a wave of fury through the cook. What kind of person left a lady like yourself waiting for two hours? He placed a light but steady hand on the small of your back to make sure you were okay. Somehow you had felt more comfortable with Sanji during the entirety of your short walk than you had when you were messaging your date.
“Everything alright, sweetheart?” He asked, partially in an attempt to make sure you were okay, and partially because he wanted to draw your attention off of your date. That smile you had worn so happily had dropped in an instant the second you had received that text and it was beginning to make Sanji’s blood boil. You looked so divine when you were enjoying yourself, now the bastard had gone and filled your beautiful eyes with apprehension and sorrow. Sanji had never met the guy, but he knew he hated him already.
“Oh, uh, yeah.” You were startled out of your anxious thoughts by his gentle voice, turning to look at him. “Um, my date just said he’s at Baratie.” Your lips quirked downwards as you tried to figure out what to do.
Sanji furrowed his brows and gently tugged you over to a more secluded bench off the sidewalk and next to a cute little park, his hand on your back becoming more of an anchor as your thoughts began to race. Did you go back to the Baratie and pretend as if your date hadn’t left you waiting with no explanation for two hours, or did you stay with Sanji and continue the little coffee date you had found yourself thoroughly enjoying? You felt inclined to return to the restaurant, only because you had set up prior plans even if he hadn’t shown, but what you really wanted to do was stay with the charming blonde cook. Sanji had already treated you better than your date ever had, but your prior engagements still shouted at you.
“That bastard.” You heard Sanji mumble before he stepped a foot or two away to light up a cigarette, making sure to blow the sultry smoke away from where you had seated yourself on the bench. “Do you wanna go back?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder. Annoyance and anger was evident in his tone, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. It took you a moment before you quietly spoke up.
“…Honestly, no.” You sighed, coming to a conclusion rather easily. “I just feel kind of bad about it since we did make plans and I won’t be showing up.” Your head tilted down as you messed with the styrofoam cup of coffee that you had set in your lap. You used your fingernails to make small indentations, a small frowny face soon evident in the cup’s exterior.
“Why would you feel bad about that? That’s what he did to you. He left you hanging for hours, and he thinks he can just show up now? It’d be perfectly reasonable to tell him to fuck off and block his number. ‘Scuse my language, angel.” He scoffed, unhappily taking a puff of his cigarette as he held his coffee cup loosely in his other hand. It peeved him enough that the guy had the balls to stand you up, but now he was back and demanding your attention. After two hours.
You thought over it, before nodding. “Yeah. I probably will.” Biting your lip, you took a final sip from your coffee cup before disposing of it in a nearby bin. You paced over to Sanji, enjoying the slight heat his body gave off against the cold night air. He glanced down at you and jokingly offered you a puff of his cigarette to cheer you up, but was utterly in shock when you took it from his hand and took a long drag. His eyes widened and for a split second, Sanji thought he was in love.
You exhaled and watched the smoke drift away, still burdened by too many thoughts. The feeling of a short nicotine rush cleared your head for a second before everything came rushing back. You made a move to take another drag, but Sanji slipped the cigarette out of your fingers before you could. “Careful, princess, these’ll kill ya.” He sent you a comforting smile, to which you sighed and returned.
Tugging at his tie to loosen it, Sanji shoved his hands into his pockets and watched the smoke from his cigarette dissipate into the night. Your heart felt weighed down still by your date’s texts. The chef glanced over at you and tilted his head, before holding out a hand to you. You had no hesitancy in your mind when you took it, letting him lead you into the park. The usual bright colors of the neatly kept flowerbeds were dulled by the low light, everything cast in a silver glow from the bright crescent moon.
Humming along to some tune in his head, Sanji led you to an open part of the park, before stepping underneath the arched roof of a round gazebo. He waited until you were set on your feet before he spun you gracefully, a delighted laugh leaving your lips. His hum increased in volume as he began to lead you in a dance, skillfully stepping with you in time to an invisible rhythm. A content smirk settled on the man’s face as he held you carefully, his eyes taking in the sight of you gleefully going along with his movements.
The two of you danced around the gazebo, laughter filling the air as you felt pure elation building in your chest. Sanji picked up on it, a heavy blush evident on his cheeks. “You’re beautiful.” His softly whispered words drew you to a halt, glancing over at his awestruck face. He seemed utterly taken aback, his eyes wide. Quickly regaining his senses, he slapped a hand over his face and leaned back against one of the short railings creating the outline of the gazebo. Embarrassment was abated in his expression, obviously he didn’t mean to speak with so much intent in such a serious tone.
Your heart warmed, and you could feel heat rising to your own cheeks as you stepped closer to him. “So are you.” You responded, sending him a smile that held the sun, moon, and stars. You had really never felt so attached to someone so quickly, you yearned to learn more about the man in front of you, something about him piqued your curiosity.
His blue eyes widened, and he pulled his cigarette from his lips to let out the sweetest laugh you’d ever heard. He ran his hand up his face and through his hair, leaning his head to the side as he rested his eyes on you. “I never expected I’d be complimented by an angel.” Exhaling a puff of smoke, he pushed himself up, dreading the words he was about to say.
The night had grown long and cold, and it was beyond midnight. He wanted to keep you well into the morning, talk about nothing and just enjoy your presence. But he could also see the tiredness creeping into your features, the small yawns you hid behind your palm. Your eyes blinked slowly, and your breaths were long and deep. Catching you on the trail end of a yawn, Sanji put his cigarette out and dusted himself off.
“Alright, sweetheart. It’s getting late and you’re getting tired. Can’t have you falling asleep on the way home.” He leaned over you slightly, resting his hands casually in his pockets. You gave a joking pout, before you stretched and nodded.
“Yeah, that’s fair.” Tucking your hands in the sleeves of his jacket, you frowned at the idea of giving it up. You’d found it more comfortable then you had expected, draping over your form. “Thanks for.. y’know.” You gestured vaguely. “Helping me out. I had fun.” You sent him a smile that shocked him to his core, and he turned his face away to hide his utter dismay at having to bring your mini date to an end.
“Anything for you, darling.” He managed to wink, hastily gathering his dignity. “Allow me to walk you back to your car? I assume you drove to the Baratie.” He offered you his hand. Part of the reason that he suggested walking you back was to prolong his time with you, and the other was to make sure you got back to your vehicle safely. It was late and dark, and he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened while you were on your own and he could have made sure you were safe.
“Oh! Yeah, that would be nice, thank you.” You took his hand as he led you out of the park and back down the sidewalk. Exhaustion was beginning to tug at your limbs. You lightheartedly swung your joined hands, making Sanji smirk down at you. You had him on cloud nine with every cute motion you made. Eventually you leaned into his side, the blonde man happily supporting you. He was thankful somewhat for the dark and your sleepiness, you weren’t able to see the dark blush across his face.
He carefully put an arm around you, making sure you were alright with it, before he tugged you a little bit closer. It had only been an hour or two since he’d pulled you from the Baratie on a hare-brained whim to cheer you up, but now it was the best part of his day— week, even. You had felt safe and comfortable the entire time you were with him, establishing a connection that you felt eager to explore.
You weren’t sure if it was the wine in your system, but nonetheless a wave of confidence flowed through you. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed a light, appreciative kiss to Sanji’s cheek, causing him to freeze and tense up. His fists clenched as he struggled to keep himself together, his heart pounding out of his chest. “Thank you, Sanji.” The way his name rolled off your tongue was the breaking point for him, and he pulled away, hiding his face in his hands. He took a deep breath before knocking his head back and staring up at the night sky.
“You’re something else. I think you might be the death of me when I take you out again.” He chuckled to himself, his romantic nature setting loose as he had already made plans in his head to take you on a proper date.
“When you take me out again?” Sanji glanced over his shoulder at your words, his eyes growing wide as a sheepish grin stretched over his face. You definitely weren’t against the idea.
A sunshine-filled smile lit up your expression, and the chef felt internally relieved when he realized he hadn’t spooked you off. Regaining his confidence, he bowed with a flourish, sending you a teasing wink.
“Of course, I’d like to take you on a proper date, angel, if you’d let me.”
“I’d like that a lot.”
The two of you shared gleeful expressions as you neared the Baratie, content in the glow of each other. Sanji brought you to the front door then followed you to your car, leaning on your window once you’d rolled it down. He looked picturesque, his strong arms rested on the frame while his face was accentuated by golden streetlights and silver moonlight. He sent you a charming smile before suddenly remembering to ask for your number, to which you laughed and obliged. He sent you a short text to make sure you had gotten his number in return, and you saved his number to your contacts.
“I had a nice time. Thank you for the coffee.” You nodded, leaning back into your seat as you admired the way the soft breeze shifted his fluffy hair. You hated to leave, but he probably had to help close up, and you didn’t want to keep him long enough to become a nuisance. You satisfied yourself with the thought that you’d meet up again.
“Anytime! I’m glad I could help cheer you up a bit. Broke my heart seeing such a pretty thing upset.” He grinned, before giving your door a light tap and sending you a wink. He was as charming as ever. “Get home safe, alright angel?” Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words. You bid each other goodnight, and you drove off, watching Sanji wave you off in your rear view mirror.
It was only when you’d made it home that you realized you still wore Sanji’s thick suit jacket, panicking for a second before you shot him a text.
‘hey!!!! i forgot to return your jacket!!!!’
You smiled warmly at his response, clutching your phone to your chest.
‘No worries, princess. You can return it on our next date ;)’
Mischaracterization in fics is annoying and can sometimes make me be like “he would not say that” EXCEPT when I do it. he would say that because I am holding him at gunpoint to do so
okay smoker fans, bring it in
i've FINALLY started posting this beauty!!! my first longform in a while, so it's not great, but here it is anyway. an OC centric retelling of punk hazard & a little bit beyond with additional OC lore in the final chapters. it is OC/smoker but the relationship is a bit convoluted so 😈😈 if you read pls feel free to leave a comment here or on AO3!!! updates are currently biweekly since i'm abroad but may change :^)
[tagging some active smoker besties if they want @smokersbaby @thesinisterseventh
it feels strange to be putting my own fic up here but 😭😭 the love i have for this man is immeasurable and i want to share him with fellow smoker lovers!!! on the cruise is a drabble/oneshot collection, from the new world with love is a smoker/oc fic that details punk hazard arc + after. it is ALMOST done (will be hopefully finished this weekend, and the remaining chapters will be posted!)
if you read either pls feel free to leave comments or come to my inbox here!
Bring out yer fics!
Hey folks, in honor of the first season of OPLA and in particular the post-credits teaser, can y'all share with me your favorite Smoker fics? Your own, other people's, whatever. The lack of him in this season has made me want to read more about him to compensate and I'd love to give other people's favorites a try!
Anime MASTERLIST
Fics listed from old to new
[ main masterlist ] [ 🔞 nsfw ]
✮ ONE PIECE ✮
HEADCANONS
VARIOUS
affection: pov reader is easily embarrassed by open affection and can only ever return affection when she’s tired
haircuts: reader giving them haircuts
they make reader cry
you use your safe word 🔞
secretly dating
FICS / ONE SHOTS
ZORO
s/o is a shinobi
✮ JUJUTSU KAISEN ✮
TOJI
FICS / ONE SHOTS
unexpected story (mma!toji) 🔞
shielded heart (mma!toji) 🔞
hidden confidence — sucking mma!toji in his sleep🔞
unwarranted lust — jealous mma!toji 🔞
comforting surprise — mma!toji comforting stress u
cupids curse — tying mma!toji for valentines 🔞
unprecedented reveal — relationship w mma!toji exposed🔞
all mine — jealous of mma!toji fans🔞
comforts reader during period (mma!toji)
I win — play fighting w/ mma!toji 🔞
stubborn fate (underground!fighter) 🔞
rainy infatuation 🔞
fueled apology — angry sex w mma!toji 🔞
concert kiss — popstar!reader is a fan of mma🔞
melting taste — mma!toji cums eating popstar out🔞
secret surprise — mma!toji finding out ur preg 🔞
privacy issue — megumi cockblocking mma!toji 🔞
not inside — mma!toji finding out he’s your first🔞
taboo crush — mma!toji is ur best friends dad🔞
GOJO
FICS/ ONE SHOTS
ice cream lick — gojo w major sweet tooth + foodplay🔞
lovers victim — bully!Gojo who can’t leave u alone🔞
✮ GINTAMA ✮
VARIOUS
how they do it — (ft. gintoki, hijikata, katsura) 🔞
I told y'all about Survivor's Guilt a while ago, right? Right. Anyway, I've decided to rewrite it. I liked how it was turning out, but it doesn't fit my current writing style anymore, and I have so many more ideas to stuff into it.
Anyway, this is the very first line of the story:
“I promised, when we first met, that I would pay at the end of your blade if I ever got in the way of your dream.”
'Permit me to remind you'
Klahadore drabble
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Word Count: 2,005
The night began as the sun bid farewell to the sky and greeted the stars with familiarity, deeming it an appropriate time to get into bed with a nice warm drink and cosy pillows, which is exactly what you were doing for the young lady Kaya. Reaching for the scorching pot of tea, you pour her a small teacup and bring them over to the newly tucked in and settled Kaya as she reclines against her cushions.
“Klahadore is insistent that I ensure you drink your remedy, my lady. I hope the flavour has improved with the small amount of honey I've added. A little sweetness goes a long way,” you directed her, she nodded and gave a small apprehensive smile. Her illness was depicted in her pale face, hollowed eyes and the dryness of her mouth. You returned her smile before reaching behind your back and collecting a few of the sugar-coated treats you had managed to swipe from the kitchen without the staff noticing. With a sly smile, you offered them to her,
“Speaking of sweetness, I stole some biscuits from the kitchen stash for you,” you gave her a small wink, offering a final hushed command of, “Don’t tell Klahadore.”
Kaya begins to giggle at your comment, but immediately slips into a sinister and dry coughing fit, prompting you to reach behind her and pull her into a more upright position to clear her airway as she finishes her collection of raspy, dry breaths. You wince as she coughs into her hands, offering her your handkerchief you keep tucked within your sleeve to collect her illness parting from her lips within.
“I don’t feel well enough to drink right now. I just want to sleep, please?” Kaya wheezes through her words. From hearing her shaken breath and dry wheeze, you decide that, just for tonight, she can skip her remedy. You place the tea and the biscuits back onto the tray you brought them in, ready to face the disapproving tone and glare of the chief of staff. The same chief of staff that you, two nights ago, shared in an interesting experience with.
It seemed all it took for the both of you, was a bottle of sticky-sweet port wine shared in the afterhours of a particularly long day of tending to your duties as lady’s maid to the young Lady Kaya. Once the staff bid you both goodnight for the evening with a curt nod and a small, polite smile; a small glass of wine shared between two leaders of staff was followed by another. And then another.
As our memory drew into a small haze, you walked throughout the halls with the full tray clutched firmly in your hands. You were unable to recall the moment from when you had finished the last of the sweet wine to having your arms draped around the neck of your raven-haired coworker.
Your lips pushing against each other, gasping for breaths as your limbs entangled in the wine cellar against the racking barrels as they syphoned the crimson liquid into the barrels below. This was not how you expected the night to progress; but the two of you had many moments you could’ve considered flirtatious leading into the evening’s event.
Closing your eyes now; you could still feel his breath fan against your neck as you controlled your verbal gasps and whimpers against each other’s flesh as your bodies joined at the lips. You could still feel his hair falling onto your forehead as he drew away from your neck to gaze longingly into your eyes. The awkward feeling of his glasses inching down his nose and falling onto your face. You remember feeling his hand remove itself from your hips, your jaw falling slack as you witnessed him press his inner palm against his glasses to redraw them atop his nose, only to then force it way under your shirt to grasp your hip again - the warmth of his gloved hands welcome against your flesh.
You knew it was not becoming of a lady to join in entangling yourself with a gentleman in such a way, especially in a place as exposed as a wine cellar. This was not your first dalliance with a man, but it was your first with a colleague.
Reopening your eyes, you attempt once more to rid your thoughts of their waves of memory, the warm feeling of anxiety and loss of control clawing their way from your chest to your jugular; discomfort clutching at your lips and souring the flavour.
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“We need to stop,” you whispered in between his bruising kisses atop your lips, “someone could hear. Someone could-.” Your words were syphoned into the mouth of your lover in a similar likeness to the barrels racking beside you.
“Just a little more,” as he pressed his lips into your neck, tongue swirling at the pulse and feeling the elevation in your heartbeat. “Please, darling. Just-...” He trailed a flurry of exuberant oscillations of his smooth lips against your jaw to your cheek, “-Please.”
He began losing himself in the feeling of your body wrapped around his, your arms around his shoulders and his own raking over your hips to grasp the flesh of your back in a desperate clawing motion to clutch you closer. Another kiss was shared in a long and drawn out caress, followed by another. Then another. The stagger and rapidity of his kisses did nothing to deter the intended silence being met in the air; your whimpers painting the atmosphere with their melodic serenade.
“Klah-’’ you squeaked, another attempt to steer his passionate kiss to a halt being met with no reaction. This verbal warning didn’t seem to sway him in the slightest. It almost seemed like his name meant nothing to him in the heat of the moment.
It wasn't until footsteps were heard that it broke him from continuing to chase the feeling of your lips against his own in exuberate moments. At the rise and fall of pattered footsteps against the cement floor, heels clicking and echoing within the chamber as they made their approach. The fear of being caught by his colleagues was all too much for both of you; yet you were still entangled within each other’s arms as stiff as the portraits painted above the cellar walls. As they retrieved a bottle of wine, they left the cellar with their heavy-laden footsteps trailing behind them in tow.
You both breathed a small sigh of relief as the cellar door closed behind the unsuspecting coworker, your smile breaking against your lips as he turned back to face you again. His eyes softened when his gaze met with yours seeming to, just now, remember that you both were working. He leant forward to rest his forehead against your own, the glasses again falling from the top of his nose down to the tip and brushed against the tip of your nose.
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Lost within the spiral of your own thoughts, you start to wonder if it was just one night to him. Did it mean as little to him as he made it out to be? There was no whisper of a word or a murmur to inform you of anything other than the sort. No acknowledgement of the event even occurring the following day as you fell into the rhythm of working together in perfect synchrony.
Continuing to the kitchen, you set down the full tray of hot blue tea and stolen biscuits against the sink to prepare disassembling the arrangement meant to be presented to the lady under your charge. At eyeing the sugary treats atop the porcelain tray, your anxiety begins to elevate with the rapidity of your heartbeat that you did, indeed, steal those biscuits to bring to Lady Kaya from the pantry. And you did, indeed, bring the full tray back down to the kitchen, knowing full well that Klahadore would be less than pleased that Kaya did not drink her remedy that night.
Hearing the barely audible tap of soft shoes upon the kitchen floor causes you to briefly halt your disassembly of items, retracting your hand from the handle of the teapot you had begun to pour down the sink. Resetting it upon the tray, you rotated your neck to rid it of the small click within before narrowing your eyes and curling your lip.
“Why is the tea here?” the smooth voice purred from behind you, “She needs to have her tea daily, Dear. And biscuits? You know better than-.” His voice halted as you thumped your palms first on the kitchen counter before turning to face him.
“Klahaore, I don’t know better. I know best,” you challenged him, your brows decreasing their position on your forehead, “A simple biscuit will not cause her harm, and we both know she needs something in stomach or she’ll feel sick from the tea as it hits it.” You stepped closer to him, raising your chin to glare into his eyes. His jaw slackened slightly, his breath hitching at your verbal challenge and the proximity you drew yourself within.
After several unspoken and silent moments pass between you, he clears his throat and readjusts his glasses with the heel of his palm. His mouth begins to open to begin another order towards you, only to halt at your next interruption.
“If that will be all, I shall take my leave for the night,” you rotated your shoulders, standing firm in your upright and formal posture and awaiting dismissal from your superior. Klahadore furrowed his brows, not truly understanding where this animosity and surliness had come from.
"See me in my office," he ordered, stepping closer to your body. You stepped back from his approach, unbreaking in your defiant expression nor the rigidity in your posture.
“My working hours begin between the time my lady rises in the morning, and concludes once she is settled for the night,” you quipped in return, “If I am to be required to attend a meeting with my superior, I will do so in the hours I am employed within.”
"I am giving you an order, darling. You will come to my office now," he informed you, his tone strong and low. He stepped towards you once more, which you followed by stepping back to keep yourself an arms length away.
"And I am saying I will not," you smirked in return. His eyes darkened, his jaw tensing behind his pursed lips.
With that small smirk, you begin to push yourself past him, only for him to grab your wrist firmly and pull you against his torso. Your eyes fill with disdain as you glance up at him, though you imagine it isn't too threatening with your cheeks flushed with the contact he was providing to you. He holds you wordlessly, staring down into your eyes with a final warning-look.
“Sir,” you spat, looking down to the position his hand was remaining circling your wrist within, before floating your gaze back up to his spectacles framing his dark eyes. He breaks from gripping your wrist and hovers his hand to the side of your face, almost brushing the heel of his palm against your cheek in a gentle caress.
“We need to discuss what happened in the wine cellar,” he whispered in such a low and intimate purr of his voice, it prompted your cheeks to flush with further warmth than the initial contact of his grasp on your hand. You gulped back your collected saliva in your mouth, darting your gaze between his eyes.
“And what happened in the wine cellar, Klahadore?” you feigned your ignorance, recollecting the exact moment he was referring to but choosing to play coy with a smirk threatening to find residency back atop your lips.
His lips ticked up to the left hand side of his lips as he stooped lower to your face, whispering gently in another purred tone.
“My darling, permit me to remind you.”
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Hello my dear!! As i promised here's my request. Can you write a Shanks x reader fic where they have been together for a really long time and beacsue of this Luffy looks at the reader like his mother figure? Like just imagen the Strawhats meet the reader and Luffys first reaction is to shout "Mother!" and the Strawhats are like "Wait.. That your mom???" i could imagine all of the being like really surprised XD and also obviously Shanks is there as well and tgat also cause another set of confusion like?? Shanks a big pirate?? Here?? I can just imagine the chaos and happiness that it would bring to Luffy
The Confession
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a/n: I'm baack and motivated than ever! so sorry for the long wait @smolracoon25 but I hope I did you justice with this one and I hope all of you readers enjoy it <3 I've put a little spin on the request and wrote an angsty romance with a happy ending x
(warning! description of drowning)
‘Look out!’
The sound of swords clashing filled your ears: Metal on metal clanking in a deathly duel against Red Haired Pirates and the Intruders.
‘I can handle myself Shanks!’ You exclaimed as you made your way to the butt of the deck in an attempt to escape the guy who was chasing you with a sword in his hands.
You were successful for a moment. Taking a quick look at your crewmates, you couldn't help but feel your heart shatter at the scene which unfolded before you. Most of the barrels were scattered on the floor, some of them were on fire: One of your crewmates was trapped in a corner and the others were fighting for their lives.
Your view was suddenly cut off by a larger and thus, threatening frame.
'Don't you dare come closer.’ You stated sternly but the quaver in your voice gave your fear away.
'What are you gonna do about that, princess?’ said the unwelcome pirate, clearly enjoying the display of his actions.
Upon hearing the disgusting cockiness and the nickname that came out of his mouth, you furrowed your eyebrows. 'Don’t you fucking dare! …Stop!’ You yelled, taking small steps backwards.
'You'll make a very pretty hostage, it's been so long since we had a woman on our ship.’
‘I said stop!’
Now, you were on the edge looking for someone to come to your aid. Your eyes wandered around in hopes of finding Shanks but to your misfortune, he was too busy trying to save the trapped crewmate.
For a split second, he looked back at you; the fierce and confident look in his eyes turned into a fearful one.
Knowing what's to come, he knocked the guys he was dealing with within a blink of an eye and rushed towards you but he was far away.
Seeing your gaze fixated somewhere else, the foreigner tried to take advantage of your distraction and took a step closer to you.
And out of instinct, you took a step back.
'NO!..’
Suddenly you were face to face with the sky: falling on your back, feeling the cold breeze on your skin.
As you were falling, you screamed Shanks' name at the top of your lungs with terror. The feeling of panic and adrenaline was coursing through you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited for the inevitable.
‘(Y/N)!’ he exclaimed rushing to you, knocking everyone and everything that got in his way.
…that was the last thing you heard before submerging deep into the depths of the ocean.
At first your back came in contact with the water's surface in which you felt a sharp stinging pain that spread all across your body. Feeling that pain, your eyes opened widely.
You tried holding your breath for as long as possible but after a few seconds, you inhaled some water which made you splutter, cough and inhale more.
There was a burning sensation in your chest, making you instinctively panic... Until you surrendered.
When you stopped fighting you felt calm, tranquil even. You knew what it meant: the loss of consciousness was showing its symptoms because of the oxygen deprivation.
In the meantime, Shanks was done with the intruders. The rage he had inside of him was enough to fight all of them. He was swinging his sword in such a delicate way that made his enemies fear and search for a place to hide. Your fall gave your crew a massive anger which they couldn't contain any longer and lashed out on the enemies with more power.
Seeing his mates handle the foreigners, Shanks immediately jumped off of the deck to save you. The water was dark, chilling and you were nowhere to be found: he had to swim deeper.
He didn't have the time to think about taking off his clothes before jumping, he had only removed his black coat. And the fact that he was wearing layers didn't make it easier for him to swim.
But luckily he found you quicker than expected and got a firm hold on you, manhandling you in order to waste no more time.
When both of you came up to the surface, he called out your name multiple times but you weren't responsive. Holding your fragile frame in his arms, with the help of his crewmates, he managed to get you back on the dock.
Looking at your face in desperation for a sign of life, he tried his really best to keep his composure. But the fear in his eyes was evident. Getting on his knees he laid you on your back, tears welling in his eyes while maintaining a stern, angry look on his face.
He gave you cpr, tried everything in his power but nothing seemed to bring you back to life… to him. After the last mouth to mouth, he was exhausted. He looked at his crewmates for hope, but all he saw was faces close to crying.
He then turned his gaze back to you, drained and hopeless. He put his hand on one of yours and held it gently. Your skin felt strange, it wasn't like what he was used to. With his thumb, he circled swift emotions on the back of your hand and gave it a little squeeze.
…with that, he gave up.
He lowered his head, letting a warm tear move across his cheek and drop onto the wooden floor. He didn't want anyone to see him so… defeated.
Just then you moved your fingers a bit, the warmth of Shanks' hand was a huge contrast compared to the coldness of your damp clothes clinging to your body.
You weakly mewled Shanks' name but he was in a complete trance; He didn't hear you the first time.
You tried calling his name one more time, trying to open your eyes ever so slightly to get a look of his face.
He quickly switched his gaze back to you. there you were breathing, alive. That was the most miraculous thing Shanks swore he had ever experienced.
He softly whispered your name, a look of relief and adoration in his eyes as he tried to help you to get in a sitting position. With the help of his left hand on your lower back and right one holding your hand, you sat up coughing.
‘I thought I lost you.’
'Me too...’ You winced in pain. The air in your lungs was filled with water and the burning feeling made it hard to breathe or speak. Shanks looked worried but he continued.
'I'm glad you're here, with me… I can't bear the thought of you not being right by my side.
I need you more than anything in my life (Y/n) and I'm done trying to hide the fact that I love you. ’
'Shanks… I-’
'Don't tire yourself out sweetheart.’
Not being able to say those three words frustrated you so you grabbed him by his collar and planted a weak kiss on his lips.
Everyone around you was happy.
Ever since that day, Shanks and you became inseparable. Luffy always saw Shanks as a father figure, so it was only normal for him to look up to you as a mother figure.
Even though it created some sort of confusion and the assigned family ties made it difficult being a pirate, all that mattered to the both of you was Luffy's happiness.
*****
Present day
'Luffy! Looks like we have a visitor.’ yelled Nami.
'What? Where?’ He got hyper excited as he always did.
‘'Calm down cap. Visitors are mostly never welcome.’ Told Zoro in his usual grumpy tone.
'Would it hurt to be positive for once, Mosshead?’ asked Sanji.
'If it means that I'll be agreeing with you then yes… Cook.’
They started snarling at each other.
'Guys, quit it!’ Nami yelled once again.
The figure started to become more recognizable. It was a beautiful woman walking with a larger crew behind her but it was quite hard to observe the others: They were further away.
'Anybody know who she is?’ asked Usopp, confusion clear in his voice.
The strawhats stared at her, then turned to their captain in unison. Luffy was awfully quiet.
‘... Who is she Luffy?’ Nami questioned.
'That's my… mother.’ He stated very calmly.
The rest of the crew was shocked for many reasons. One, how could he stay so calm and two, she's his what now?
The woman and Luffy made eye contact. She looked so relieved to see him. Her eyebrows lifted upwards, her eyes teary. The same look was now on Luffy's face.
When they were few feets apart, the woman shouted
'Luffy?’
Upon hearing her calling his name and the sound of her voice, Luffy broke into tears of joy, lifting his arms high above his head, yelling ‘Mom!’ before running to her.
They hugged, everyone was confused. Then, the bigger picture started to unfold: The strangers' jolly ranger was the one no other than Red Haired Pirates’.
‘Are my eyes deceiving me or is that…’
‘Oh my god.’
‘Shanks?’
Luffy was crying like a baby in his mother’s arms while she looked peaceful holding him. They were lost in the moment when Shanks came up and wrapped his arms around both of them.
‘We saw your wanted poster… I’m proud of you kiddo.’ said Shanks pulling away from the hug to look Luffy in his eyes: They were already swollen.
‘We’re all proud of you sweet boy.’ added the woman.
Luffy was enamored, his happiness was all over his face. His hands then went over to his head, moreso to Shanks’ hat.
‘I think this is yours..’ he said, offering it back to Shanks, looking grateful. But Shanks could see through his defeated smile that he loved his hat and didn’t want to let go.
‘Don’t think so, kid. It belongs to you.’ he said, smiling warmly.
‘Plus.. your mother here thinks it suits you more.’ he whispered, rolling his eyes at her, laughing.
‘You think so?’ asked Luffy with a golden retriever energy, smiling ear to ear.
‘I know so.’ she replied, giving him a wink and shoving Shanks’ shoulder playfully.
‘Uh.. sorry to interrupt but… Luffy?’ It was Nami.
‘Yeah?’ Luffy answered, expectant huge eyes directed in her way. He looked completely oblivious.
‘...Care to introduce us?’
‘Oh right!’
He introduced his crew one by one: They were all thrilled to meet Shanks and the others. After all, he was one of the biggest pirates.
But what mattered the most was, Luffy was over the moon: He was with the ones he loved the most. Shanks, his mother and his own crew all in one place. How could he not be?
THE END