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Don’t Leave Me Too

╰┈➤ pairing: Luffy x female! reader

a/n: : I have so many drafts to post lol

summary: After nearly losing you in battle, Luffy is forced to confront his deepest fears — but this time, he holds on and refuses to let you slip away.

wc: 730

contains: angst turn into fluff, post-battle, desperate promises, traumatic flashbacks, and emotionally wrecked Luffy.

The battle was over.

Smoke curled into the sky, the distant island city still crackling from the aftermath. The enemy was down, the objective secured, and the crew was alive — mostly.

Except… you weren’t with them.

“(Y/N) should’ve been right behind me,” Zoro said, his brows furrowed as the crew regrouped at the Sunny’s edge.

“She probably got pushed back by the explosion near the tower,” Sanji muttered, scanning the horizon with narrowed eyes. “We need to find her. Now.”

Luffy stood silently at the railing, his knuckles white as he gripped it.

“She’s strong,” Nami said softly, more for herself than anyone else.

“She wouldn’t just disappear,” Robin added, though even her calm tone wavered slightly.

Luffy didn’t say anything. He just stared at the burning skyline, jaw clenched, body shaking with tension. His haki had flared without him meaning to — it always did when his emotions boiled too hot. And right now, he was scared.

He told himself over and over again: She’s fine. She’s okay. She promised she wouldn’t die.

But then he saw you.

Stumbling out of the smoke, hand pressed against your side, shirt soaked with blood.

Time froze.

His heart dropped.

He was already sprinting toward you, the world a blur. “(Y/N)!!”

You looked up, forcing a smile — a weak one, but a smile nonetheless. “I’m okay,” you lied, voice raspy.

But he could see it. You were pale. Shaking. Bleeding. Barely standing.

You collapsed into his arms.

The moment you touched him, the memories hit him like a wave.

Ace’s blood. Ace saying it didn’t hurt. Ace falling.

“No,” Luffy whispered, his voice breaking as he sank to his knees with you in his arms. “No. Not again. Please.”

“Luffy…” you tried to speak, but it was too much. Your body was done pretending.

“CHOPPER!!” His scream tore through the air like thunder. “SOMEBODY HELP HER!”

Chopper was already running, the rest of the crew behind him, but Luffy couldn’t focus on anything except you. His arms wrapped around you tighter, like he could physically hold your soul in place.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he said quickly, desperately. “You have to be okay. You can’t die. You promised.”

Your lips trembled. “I’m not—gonna—”

“Don’t say anything,” he begged, his face buried against your neck. “Don’t talk. Just stay. Stay with me. Please.”

His shoulders were shaking now, full-on trembling as Chopper began working on the wound. “Massive blood loss… internal bleeding—shit—she held this in too long—”

Nami knelt next to Luffy, hand on his shoulder. “She’s strong, Luffy. Let Chopper do his job.”

“She’s going to make it,” Robin added firmly. “But you have to breathe. You’re scaring her.”

“She was bleeding this whole time,” Luffy muttered, eyes wide and unfocused. “She was hurting, and I didn’t see it. I didn’t see it.”

“She didn’t want you to worry,” Zoro said lowly, arms crossed, jaw tight. “Just like someone else we knew.”

Luffy flinched.

Ace again. Smiling through the pain. Dying with a grin.

“She’s not him,” Sanji said gently, lighting a cigarette with trembling fingers. “Don’t put her in that grave.”

Luffy looked down at you, your hand still holding onto his shirt.

Alive.

Still warm.

Still here.

He let out a shaky breath and touched his forehead to yours.

“You’re not leaving me,” he whispered. “Not like that. Not ever.”

You blinked up at him weakly. “Wouldn’t… dream of it…”

He cracked the faintest smile through his tears.

You woke up later in the infirmary, sore but safe.

Luffy hadn’t left your side.

His hat was resting on your pillow. His hand never let go of yours. And the crew was sleeping in chairs and corners all around the room, refusing to leave either of you alone.

When you stirred, Luffy jolted awake instantly.

“Hey,” you rasped.

“Hey.” His voice was rough, but his smile was warm — and real. “You scared the crap outta me.”

“Guess I’m making it up to you with extra cuddles, huh?”

“Damn right you are,” he said, crawling up next to you gently, arms wrapping around you like he’d never let go again.

Because he wouldn’t.

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© 2025 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

“You know, your heartbeat isn’t all that different.”

As you look up at Luffy from your vantage point, your left palm resting on his chest as you turn your ear away from where you were listening carefully, he looks at you quizzically. Your smile is wide as you gaze at him, then you pat his chest gently.

“Why would it be different? I’m just laying here.”

He’s right about this, the two of you have turned in for the night and are just about to sleep, but every so often in these serene moments, you’ve sometimes wondered if you’d ever be able to catch a glimpse of something different in his pulse ever since the events that played out at Wano.

He has a heart that has stopped, started, experienced all sorts of arrhythmias… you have heard that in some ancient medical traditions, a thousand conditions could be gleaned from just close attention to the steady (or not so steady) rhythmic thump of someone’s heart, that you could learn so much about someone from every beat -

And yet, Luffy sounds regular, steady, just like he’s always been, which isn’t particularly upsetting nor is it exciting. 

However, the familiarity of it does put you at ease naturally. You press your ear against him again to listen and inhale slowly, then exhale, consolidating all your senses into just one.

Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub.

“Do you want to know what it sounds like when I transform?” Luffy asks. His palm comes to a rest on the top of your head, a soft caress of your hair accompanying the question. His voice is lower, quieter than usual, perhaps because he’s already sleepy since it is the middle of the night and he’s starting to wind down from the day.

“No, not now. I just…” your voice trails off as you close your eyes.

Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub.

Trillions and trillions of people have heartbeats just like this. But this one, his heartbeat, is the one you might cherish the most.

You’re entranced, pulling closer to him as you relish in this sound that reminds you that he’s here with you, always, connected. With two free fingers, you feel your own pulse in your neck. 

Not the exact same rate - yours a little faster, a little fainter, but you’re both still here. Together.

“Are you okay?”

Your mind naturally runs a mile a minute, a train of thought often too fast for him to catch up to before he decides to give up on trying to match it and decides to wrangle it into comprehension. An arm curls over your waist and he shifts easily until he’s atop you in bed. He’s careful to be light on your body as he supports his weight while he looks deeply into your eyes.

“What are you thinking?” Luffy asks, finally. Deep brown eyes run over your body; you’ve already had sex tonight - he could very easily indulge in more but rest is a good idea too sometimes, he figures.

Your arms wrap loosely around his neck.

“That I’m happy your heart is always beating.”

His eyebrows knit in confusion for a moment, but then just as quickly he eases into a smile and dips low to kiss you on the forehead, before letting just a little bit more of his weight rest onto you. His warmth and pressure is just as comforting as the sound of blood coursing through his body, as his indomitable spirit.

“I’m happy about that too. And yours, of course,” he says, cheerfully. 

“I love you, Luffy. Your heart better never stop beating,” you declare.

He laughs, letting his face bury into your neck as he nips at it, kisses sleepier and sloppier over time. His chest presses against yours and you feel it again, every beat after beat.

“If yours keeps beating, mine will too. They’re talking to each other, like best friends,” he teases.

His hands run the length of your arms, searching for your fingers; you slip your fingers in between his naturally.

“Like lovers,” you correct him in a teasing voice.

“Like lovers,” he repeats affectionately. His eyelids lower languidly, and he murmurs the words, “I love you.”

He’s dozing off, his heartbeat slowing against your body. Your body clings naturally around him even as he slips carefully to the side so he doesn’t suffocate you. 

“Love you,” he repeats again, drowsy. You press your head against his chest again, to let that steady heartbeat, one amongst trillions, but a sound so terribly precious to you, lull you to sleep.

He is so hot

Hey, long time no —

Dude I’m giggling

Yes, cute. But also, would you please rearrange my organs?

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Everything suit him.

"I wanna see your face when I fill you up"

╰┈➤ pairing: Luffy x fem! reader

a/n: um atp i just post randomly now

summary: After a battle, you catch yourself openly admiring Luffy’s now-ripped physique — and he totally notices. Flirty teasing turns into a steamy, passionate moment where Luffy confesses he’s wanted you for a long time. Things quickly heat up on the deck, and by the end, it’s clear neither of you plans to stop at just one night.

wc: 2.2k

contains: smut! (18+) semi-public but private setting (upper deck at night), rougher pace, dom-ish Luffy, possessiveness, light manhandling, marking, dirty talk, cocky Luffy losing his control, creampie, aftercare.

The sun was dipping low, casting a golden sheen across the deck of the Sunny. The crew buzzed around, cleaning up after the latest island showdown — weapons being stowed, bandages wrapped, bruises proudly shown off like trophies.

And then there was him.

Monkey D. Luffy. Bare-chested, grinning, still buzzing with energy as if he hadn’t just wiped the floor with a Warlord and his army.

You stood frozen by the mast, a rag in your hand and absolutely no thoughts in your brain except:

“Holy hell. When did he get so ripped?”

Luffy’s torso glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, muscles tight and cut like they were sculpted from sun-kissed stone. His abs flexed every time he laughed — and oh, he laughed a lot — and his biceps looked like they could casually throw a mountain or two if you asked nicely.

You were not drooling.

Not literally.

“You okay over there?” Luffy’s voice cut through your mental spiraling, and when you looked up, he was staring at you — eyes wide, cheeks a little pink.

Busted.

“I—uh, yeah. Just—cleaning,” you said, waving the rag like an idiot and definitely not staring at the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

He tilted his head, still grinning, but his flush deepened. “You’re lookin’ real hard, y’know.”

You almost choked on your own tongue. “What?”

“Your face’s all red,” he said, stepping closer, scratching the back of his neck. “I mean, I get it. I am kinda awesome.” He flexed an arm half-jokingly, then dropped it when he caught you actually checking it out.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, covering your face with both hands.

Luffy laughed, the sound bubbling like soda. “You do think I’m hot!”

You groaned. “Luffy—”

“No, no, wait, I like it!” he said quickly, his voice getting higher, his own face nearly glowing with how flustered he was. “I mean—you always look cute when you’re all bossy and mad, but now you’re like—squirmy and pink and kinda…kinda kissable.”

That shut you up real quick.

He blinked. “Was that too much?”

“No,” you said, heart hammering in your chest, “but if you say ‘kissable’ again I might actually pass out.”

He stepped closer, until his toes nearly touched yours, his breath warm against your cheek. “Wanna try it? Just so I know what it’s like?”

You stared at him, wide-eyed. “You serious?”

Luffy gave you a grin that was almost shy — almost. “Been thinking about it since before the fight. Now I feel strong and you look all shiny-eyed. Feels like a good time.”

You barely managed a nod before his lips brushed yours — soft, sun-warmed, a little clumsy, but so Luffy. His hands landed at your hips, warm and grounding, and you sighed into him, threading your fingers through his messy hair.

When you pulled back, both of you looked dazed.

“…Wanna help me clean up?” you teased, voice breathy.

He smirked, muscles flexing just a little. “Nah. I wanna make you red again.”

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The deck was quiet now.

The rest of the crew had cleared out, most asleep or below deck, leaving only the soft sway of the sea and the lingering heat between you and Luffy.

Your back pressed against the wood of the mast, heart thundering in your chest as Luffy’s fingers ghosted over your skin — featherlight, curious, hungry.

“I really like when you look at me like that,” he murmured, voice lower, rougher than usual. He leaned in, brushing his lips against your neck, sucking lightly until your knees nearly buckled.

“Luffy—” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut.

“Hmm?” he hummed against your skin. “You looked like you wanted to eat me earlier. Thought I’d return the favor.”

You gasped as his hand slid up under your shirt, palms rough from battle but his touch soft — reverent, even. He pulled the fabric over your head with a gentle kind of urgency, eyes flicking down over your body like he’d just found treasure more valuable than any One Piece.

“Whoa…” he whispered, dazed. “You’re so pretty.”

The way he said it — genuine, like he was seeing you for the first time — made heat bloom between your thighs. He bent down slightly, mouth brushing the top of your chest, teeth grazing as he teased.

“You always act all cool,” he said between kisses, “but you’re squirming so bad right now.”

“Shut up—”

“Nope,” he grinned, lips trailing down your stomach. “Not when you’re about to beg.”

You opened your mouth to argue — then yelped when he dropped to his knees and pulled your bottoms down with one smooth motion, tongue flicking out to tease right where you needed it most.

Your hand flew to his hair, gripping tight. “Luffy—! Wait, you don’t have to—”

He looked up at you from between your thighs, eyes half-lidded, cocky smirk on his face.

“I want to.”

And with that, he buried his face in you, tongue warm, wet, relentless.

His grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you steady as he sucked and licked, building you up fast — too fast — and yet not enough. His nose brushed sensitive skin, his tongue working in maddening patterns, switching between deep licks and soft flicks that made your hips twitch.

“Y-You’re good at this—” you panted.

“Rubber tongue,” he murmured smugly against you. “Told you I’d make you red again.”

You came with a cry, head thrown back, thighs trembling against his shoulders.

But he didn’t stop.

You whimpered, twitching, the overstimulation making your whole body jolt.

“L-Luffy—!”

He looked up again, glistening lips, eyes glazed with lust and pride. “One more. Just one more. Then I’ll let you make me squirm.”

You didn’t even have the strength to argue — not when he leaned in again with that damn smile.

Your legs were still shaking when he stood.

Luffy’s mouth glistened with the aftermath of your first orgasm, and yet the look in his eyes said one thing: he wasn't nearly done.

He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand — then leaned in to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss was deeper now, messier, full of unspoken hunger.

“You okay?” he murmured, breath hot against your lips.

You nodded, dazed. “More than.”

His grin turned wolfish. “Good. ‘Cause I need you. Now.”

You didn’t even get a warning before he hoisted you up by the thighs, pinning your back to the mast. His strength — casual, overwhelming — made your breath catch as your legs wrapped around his waist out of instinct.

“Didn’t know you could carry me like that—”

He pressed his hips against yours, and you felt him — hard, thick, twitching through his pants. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet.”

“Show me,” you whispered.

That was it. His restraint snapped.

He yanked his pants low enough to free himself, letting his cock slap against your thigh, hot and heavy. You barely had time to brace before he lined himself up and pushed in — slowly, but not gently.

“Shit—Luffy—!”

“Feel that?” he hissed, head falling against your shoulder as he bottomed out, his hips flush with yours. “Fuck—you’re tight.”

You gasped at the stretch, the heat, the way his voice sounded — deeper, raspier, needy in a way you hadn’t heard before.

He pulled back almost completely, then slammed in again, hard enough to make the mast behind you creak.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” he groaned, hips snapping into you at a quickening pace. “Since Alabasta. Since Water 7. Since forever. Wanted you—so bad.”

Your nails dug into his back as he fucked you harder, the raw sound of skin slapping skin mixing with the crashing waves below. He was moaning openly now, whimpering your name between thrusts like a man possessed.

“Look at me,” he panted, grabbing your chin. “I wanna see your face when I fill you up.”

You bit your lip, nearly sobbing from the intensity — the way he hit just right, the way his voice cracked with every needy thrust.

“Gonna cum inside you,” he muttered, mouth by your ear. “Wanna see it drip out. Wanna stay inside, keep it warm.”

You clenched around him at the words, and he felt it.

“Oh fuck, you like that?” His voice broke into a breathless laugh. “You want me that bad, huh?”

You barely had time to answer before he was pounding into you like he couldn’t stop, couldn’t even think. His grip bruised into your thighs, his thrusts erratic now, desperate.

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—”

You nodded, your own orgasm building again, faster than you expected.

“Do it,” you whispered. “Come inside, Luffy.”

His whole body shuddered. With a low, wrecked moan, he buried himself deep and spilled into you, his hips stuttering as he came hard — warm, endless, claiming you in the most primal way possible.

You followed right after, clenching tight around him as your second climax hit, nails raking down his back.

For a long second, the world was just heartbeats and shaky breath.

Then his head dropped to your shoulder again, body still twitching with the aftershocks.

“…shit,” he mumbled, voice hoarse. “That was way better than meat.”

You laughed breathlessly. “High praise, Captain.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you — eyes soft, cheeks still flushed. “Hope you’re ready for more. ‘Cause now I know what you feel like, I don’t think I can stop.”

You leaned in, kissing him slow this time. “Good. I don’t want you to.”

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© 2025 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

Even Without Power

╰┈➤ pairing: Luffy x female! reader

a/n: : clearing my drafts 😭

summary: Captured and cuffed with sea prism stone, you and Luffy endure fear and helplessness—until the crew arrives, and Luffy unleashes his fury to protect the one thing he refuses to lose: you.

wc: 1.7k

contains: Protective!Luffy, Sea Prism Stone imprisonment, captivity angst, emotional hurt/comfort, intense tension, slow and tender post-rescue intimacy, and Luffy being dangerously furious when someone threatens you.

Your head was pounding.

The first thing you noticed was the cold stone beneath you. The second? The tight weight around your wrists.

Sea prism cuffs.

Then you heard his voice.

“(Y/N)... hey, wake up. Please.”

You opened your eyes slowly, vision blurry—but there he was. Luffy. Sitting on the ground next to you, wrists shackled just like yours, his hat hanging off one knee.

“Luffy?” you rasped.

His eyes softened instantly. “You’re okay.” His voice cracked just a little, relief pouring out like a flood. “Thank god.”

You tried to move, but the sea prism cuffs made every muscle scream. “Where…?”

“Some bastards grabbed us when we were separated from the crew,” he said through clenched teeth. “I woke up first. Tried to break the chains, but…” he held up his wrists with a bitter laugh, “I can’t even stretch.”

You glanced at him. His face was pale. His hair clung to his forehead. He was furious. But he was holding it in—for you.

And then the door creaked open.

“Well, well,” a voice drawled. A tall man with a jagged scar across his cheek strolled in, a small crew of thugs behind him. “Our little captain and his pretty friend are finally both awake.”

Luffy’s body went rigid.

“Don’t talk to them,” he said lowly.

The man smirked. “Aw, come on. We just wanna have a little fun.” He stalked toward you, eyes lingering far too long.

Luffy snarled. Actually snarled. “I said don’t touch them.”

You flinched when the man crouched beside you, brushing a finger under your chin. “They’re a cute one. What do you think, Straw Hat? You sure you wouldn’t rather trade places?”

“Don’t touch them!” Luffy bellowed, lunging against his chains. His whole body shook with rage, fists clenched so tight they were turning white. “If you lay one more finger on them—”

The man chuckled, unfazed. “What’re you gonna do? You’re powerless.”

Luffy’s eyes burned—pure fire behind them, like he was ready to kill with just his stare. “You don’t get it,” he growled. “Even if I can’t use my powers… I will still tear you apart if you hurt them.”

You felt it—his presence. Even cuffed, drained, and chained to a wall, Luffy still felt like a storm ready to break loose.

The thug paused, like he finally noticed the danger in the room. The way Luffy’s aura shifted—deadly, protective, unyielding.

“Y’know what?” the man said, standing. “Maybe we’ll just give you two a little more time to think about your situation.”

As soon as the door slammed shut, you slumped.

Luffy turned to you immediately. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you whispered. “But… he scared me.”

“I won’t let him touch you again,” Luffy said fiercely, eyes locked on yours. “No matter what.”

You leaned against his shoulder. He leaned right back.

“We’re gonna get out of here,” he said softly, like a promise. “I don’t care how—I’ll find a way. I’ll protect you.”

The cell was cold, silent—except for the soft clinking of chains when either of you shifted.

You sat beside Luffy, arms brushing, wrists heavy with sea prism cuffs. Every time he glanced at you, you saw the storm still behind his eyes. He was still furious—at himself, the enemy, the cuffs. All of it.

“We’ll get out soon,” he muttered, gaze fixed on the locked door. “The crew’s gotta be looking.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “But…”

Before you could finish, the door creaked open again.

Same guy. Same smug smirk. This time? A little more confident. Like he was sure no one was coming for you.

“Well, Straw Hat. You said I shouldn’t touch them,” he said with a sneer, walking toward you, “but what’re you gonna do if I do it anyway?”

Luffy’s voice dropped into something cold. Dangerous.

“Don’t.”

But the guy just laughed—and then grabbed you by the arm, yanking you roughly toward him.

That was it.

Luffy. Lost. His. Mind.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF THEM!”

He lunged. Full force. The chains snapped taut with the impact, but it didn’t stop him from fighting like a wild animal, dragging the entire wall if he had to, roaring with fury.

You cried out as the man shoved you against the bars, but then—

“BOOM!”

The wall behind the cell exploded.

Smoke. Dust. Screaming.

“(Y/N)!!” a voice called—Nami. Then another—Zoro. Usopp. Sanji. Robin. Brook. The crew was here.

The enemy turned just in time for Zoro to charge him, blades flashing.

Sanji darted straight to you, kicking the guy in the gut and dragging him off you.

Luffy’s cuffs clattered to the ground as Franky, with his giant hands, crushed them open. The second they were off—

Luffy didn’t move.

He didn’t even look at the enemy yet.

He rushed to you.

“(Y/N)!” He dropped to his knees in front of you, grabbing your face gently but frantically, eyes scanning every inch. “Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Tell me.”

You blinked back tears, heart hammering. “I’m okay—just bruised, I’m okay—”

He crushed you into his arms before you could finish.

“I was gonna kill him,” he mumbled against your shoulder. “I was gonna kill him if they didn’t show up. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t protect you—”

“Luffy.” You cupped his cheek, making him look at you. “You did. You protected me the whole time. And we’re safe now.”

He exhaled shakily, nose brushing against yours, eyes still burning but softer now.

“…Okay,” he whispered. Then he turned slowly—toward the enemy.

Sanji had him on the floor. Zoro stood nearby, arms crossed.

“Don’t kill him,” Nami warned.

“I’m not gonna kill him,” Luffy said, voice flat. “But he’s gonna wish I did.”

You didn’t stop him.

Because in that moment, Luffy wasn’t just a captain. He was a storm wrapped in rubber and rage.

But before walking away, he looked back at you one last time.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, gently. “And after this… I’m not letting you out of my sight.

Hours later you were back on the Going Merry. It felt like heaven compared to that dungeon.

You were clean, bandaged, wrapped in warm clothes, and finally free of the sea prism cuffs. But the whole world still felt a little heavy.

You sat on the bed in the infirmary cabin, staring at your hands. Your wrists were sore, skin still red where the cuffs had clamped down. And your body ached, sure—but your heart ached worse.

Then the door opened quietly.

Luffy stood there, silent. His vest was off, bandages around one shoulder, and he looked... tired. Not physically, but emotionally. The kind of tired you don’t sleep off.

“Hey,” he said softly.

You smiled weakly. “Hey.”

He walked in slowly, like he wasn’t sure if he should, until you patted the bed beside you.

He sat—then instantly leaned into you, head dropping to your shoulder like a magnet. His arms wrapped around your waist tight, like he still thought someone might try to pull you away again.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he murmured.

“You didn’t even try.”

“…I didn’t wanna leave you alone.”

You reached up, running your fingers through his hair. “You saved me, Luffy. Even when we were chained up. Even when you couldn’t fight. You were still protecting me.”

His grip tightened.

“I hate that he touched you,” he mumbled, voice rough. “I hate that I couldn’t stop him. If the crew hadn’t shown up—”

“But they did.” You turned toward him, placing your hands on his cheeks. “And now I’m safe. I’m here, Luffy. With you.”

His big brown eyes met yours, vulnerable and wide. “I thought I lost you.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “You didn’t. You never will.”

He closed the tiny space between you and kissed you—soft, slow, and a little shaky. Like he needed to feel you to believe you were real.

Then he pulled back, just a little. “I’m gonna stay here tonight.”

You blinked. “In the infirmary?”

“With you,” he said, laying down right beside you and pulling the blanket over both of you. “Right here. All night. Not going anywhere.”

You smiled, letting your head rest on his chest as he curled around you.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again,” he mumbled sleepily.

You tucked your hand over his heart. “Good. Because I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

Outside, the ship rocked gently with the ocean.

Inside, in the quiet warmth of that cabin, Luffy held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

And this time, he wouldn’t have to fight to protect you. Because now, you were both home.

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© 2025 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

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Welcome back, One Piece anime!

I absolutely love how you write Sanji! The tenderness you give him is so comforting. Could you possibly write something where he has a nightmare and how the reader would help him through it?

hi anon!! thank you so much for your sweet words 🥺🫶🏻

i hope that tenderness is also present in this story, and i really hope you like it! not gonna lie, this was pretty hard to write. i just wanna wrap sanji in the biggest hug. our boy has been through so much 😭😭

Nightmares | Sanji x Reader

Tags: major spoilers for sanji's past and whole cake island arc, sfw, hurt/comfort, GN but written with F!Reader in mind, no use of y/n

Sanji was no stranger to nightmares.

Unsurprisingly, many of his nightmares involved losing you. But believe it or not, those were the easier ones to get over. As soon as he woke up and saw you sleeping next to him, all of his panic and worries would dissipate.

No, the worst nightmares were the ones where his bitter memories blurred with even more horrors that his mind made up, tricking his brain until it was no longer aware of what was real and what wasn't.

He'd often dream of that solitary rock in the ocean. He'd dream that no ships passed by until his skin withered and only his bones were left to dry under the scorching sun. The hunger and thirst would feel so real that more often than not, Sanji would end up in the kitchen in the middle of the night, chugging three glasses of water and scarfing down a slice of bread before heading back to bed.

He sometimes relived being electrocuted by Enel's lightning, his whole body burnt into a crisp. In other dreams, it was Usopp and Nami who were struck, while Sanji watched helplessly, frozen by an unknown force that prevented him from reaching them.

Many times, he dreamed that he was still trapped in that dungeon, a heavy helmet locked to his head, the key nowhere to be found. He'd pull and pull, but the helmet wouldn't come off. He'd shout and shout, but no one would come and help him. Those dreams would always leave him waking up in cold sweat, grasping at the invisible iron upon his head.

Tonight, he was back on Whole Cake Island, looking down and seeing those wretched golden cuffs fastened on his wrists.

Vinsmoke Judge was there, sneering at him, "Useless—can't even do something as simple as getting married. You just needed to stand there and say ‘I do’. Was that too hard for your little brain to manage?"

His brothers were there, too. Their hard-as-steel legs finding his stomach, his back, his knees…

"Where are your little friends now?"

"Give it up, they're not coming."

"Why would they ever care about a weak coward like you?"

With a click of a button under Judge's fat thumb, the cuffs exploded and blew his hands off to bits.

Sanji woke up screaming.

He brought his hands up to his eyes, flipping them back and forth to ensure they were still there, not a scratch upon them. He clutched his precious hands to his chest, a sob threatening to escape him. His chest heaved as he struggled to fill his lungs with oxygen.

You were there in an instant.

Your hand was there, brushing his hair—damp with sweat—away from his face.

Your voice was there, gently hushing and comforting him.

"Sanji, love, breathe. It's alright. You're okay." You grabbed his face, guiding his sight to you, "Whatever it was, it wasn't real. You're okay."

You asked him to inhale with you, then exhale. His eyes slowly regained their focus.

"Tell me what's real." You'd prompt, "Your name is…"

"My name is Black Leg Sanji. I'm not a Vinsmoke. My father is Red Leg Zeff."

"That's right, honey. And where are you now?"

"I'm at the Baratie." He shifted his gaze out the window at the vast expanse of sea, the water glistening under the moonlight, "But, we're not in the East Blue. We moved this ship two years ago… to the All Blue."

He looked around again, taking in more of his surroundings, "I'm in my room—well, our room."

You nodded reassuringly, encouraging him to keep going as his breath gradually became steadier, "What else is real?"

He took your hand, thumbing the ring on your finger. Sanji's lips upturned into a soft smile—gone were all traces of the frown that marred his handsome face before—as he admired the matching ring that adorned his own finger, "You’re the one I’m married to. I proposed to you after Luffy became the Pirate King, and you said yes. I still can't believe that's real sometimes, but it is."

He placed a kiss onto your knuckles, the thin wedding band cold upon his lips, "I'm your husband."

You couldn't help but return his smile, "Yes, you are, baby."

Sanji sighed and laid his head on your chest.

You carded your fingers through his soft, golden hair as you held him close, "Feeling better now?"

"Much better." He looked up at you, "Thanks for always being here, darling."

When you first started sharing a bed, Sanji would apologize profusely whenever he unintentionally woke you up with his thrashing or screaming. You reassured him many, many times that he had nothing to be sorry about, even going so far as to reprimand him every time he apologized. But even after the apologies ceased, Sanji never failed to let you know how grateful he was that you were always there by his side.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

When Sanji shook his head, you changed your question, "Do you want to try going back to sleep?"

"Only if you do, too."

"Of course, love. Come here."

You pulled him down to lie flat on the bed, and he curled up to your side as you rearranged the covers to wrap around both of you. Sanji placed his head on your chest again, his ear resting right on top of your unwavering heartbeat.

"We need all the rest we can get." You kissed his forehead before continuing, "Luffy's arriving tomorrow, remember? I think he's picked up the rest of the crew along the way too, this time."

You booped his nose teasingly, "He definitely expects a feast, so you have a looong day of cooking ahead of you."

"Don't remind me." Sanji huffed as he snuggled closer to you, "I know the All Blue is overflowing with every kind of seafood imaginable, but with Luffy coming by so often, it won't be long until this ocean's drained."

You chuckled. He always complained, but you knew he loved it more than anything whenever the rest of the Straw Hats came to visit you two.

"Sleep, Sanji. I'll be here when you wake up."

You started humming an old North Blue lullaby you learned from Sanji long ago, back when you were still sailing on the Thousand Sunny. He told you that his mother used to sing this to him when he was little, and it was one of the only few good memories he had of his childhood. You gently stroked his hair, carrying on with your song until you felt his breathing slow.

There was never any guarantee that Sanji would remain asleep until morning. Sometimes he'd jerk awake again, but you didn't mind. You'd always be there to anchor him. To breathe with him, to hold him, to love him. You'd be there to remind him over and over that he was not alone, and that he would never be again.

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Say Hello to Candy Boy 🍭🍬

I am by no means an artist, but I occasionally like to draw here and there. All things considered, I think I outdid myself, this time. Here’s a picture of Fem Iva I drew up in the last hour!

Inspo: Frankie Fictitious 🌹

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I’m still no good with faces, but I’m getting way better with bodies, I think!

@bubblyluffy here you are! Your comment definitely inspired me to finally get on this project, when it was previously wasting away in the back of my brain for months, lmao.

⛥ﾟ・。 1000 FOLLOWER MILESTONE PT. 1

synopsis: zoro's inexplicable feelings for the crew's newest member leave him a flushed and confused mess. he can't eat, he can't sleep, he can't think... and he can't possibly talk to her.

cw: fluffy fluff, comfort, (nsfw in pt. 2), zoro is emotionally constipated, reader's a sweetheart, girl talk, zoro is so adorable i cant, i love making him awkward

a/n: tried to be a bit more prosey lol <3 literally why i had to split this it would've been entirely too long (pt 2 is gonna be even longer tho sigh)

Zoro's appearance was deceiving.

He was an imposing figure among his fellow members of the Strawhat crew; people would often think twice before approaching him.

Some would claim it was all about his look: his glare—a look that would feel like a stab the moment it settled upon oneself.

Immobilizing, evoking uneasiness, as if in them there was an unforgiving tint that would petrify.

Moreover, the scars littered all over him—one of them rested across his chest, elongated along his clavicle and stretched well past his hip—were not only marks of his chivalry, his bravery, but also marks that warned others about his fierceness, about his staggering strength.

He was threatening to be around, to say the least.

Still, as rough, relentless, and brutal as he could be, even the roughest stones can be smoothed over time.

Yet achieving such a thing is no easy task at all.

Not for everyone, at least.

"You're in love, Zoro." Robin, the ship's archaeologist, had been the first one to point it out to him, the expression of the swordsman contorting into one of surprise.

It did not dawn on him until that very same moment.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He grumbled, turning away from her gaze, whose smile did not waver in the slightest—but instead it deepened.

Frustration took over Zoro as he bit the inside of his cheek—he could not handle himself.

Being in love... it was rare, at some point even displeasing.

This, the fact that he could not deny it, that he could not help the warmth taking over his cheeks, that his heart would do nothing but race in his chest at the sole mention of you.

He blamed himself for acting so helpless, for turning ever-so hazy at the thought of you.

But he couldn't help it, to grow fond of that very same softness.

It was corny, yes, but what could he do against it?

That day, he struggled to sleep throughout the whole night, restlessly gazing up at the ceiling, in consideration to his feelings and the great dilemma of what to do with them.

A thirst that began to become so eloquent that he could no longer turn a blind eye on it—that he could to turn a blind eye on you anymore; because the once glances turned into gazing with undeniable longing and admiration.

Soon enough, you would reign over every minute of his life—in thoughts, in feelings that would dwell in his mind.

Love sickness, one could conclude, but also the impotence of not being able to do anything beyond that because, even if he accepted his feelings for you, the uncertainty of you doing the same was offsetting to him.

Maybe you'd never look at him that way, maybe it is just a silly crush weakening a heart that should only beat with the motivation to fight and protect, and nothing more than that.

But then, again, what is the motivation for protection?

To protect there needed to be a resolution, and the resolution to protect almost always derives from love.

Love is inevitable, love is everywhere.

Love can come in all shapes and colors.

But then again, this is the first time it had ever come to him in this way.

His resolution to fight, once for his dream, once for his friends, soon enough began to include you into the same picture, and even if not at a higher priority, it became his motivation during training, during meditation.

And with that meditation, with deep introspection, he began to reason; if there was a time you would open your heart up, would it be for him?

Would there be any chance?

But then, why would you?

What makes him worthy of you, after all?

But even if he talked himself into you never looking at him, he could never fight the fact that he was so head over heels over you—the feeling did not diminish at the end, but doubled.

And so Zoro began to die of thirst, and the drought could only intensify over the time and, the more he thought about your beauty, your smile, your presence, your voice, he could not help himself—it felt as if his hands were tied, and it was inevitable for him to not just surrender to the feeling.

Nami thought all of this was cute to see from the outside—Zoro was just helpless when it came to women: Every time he would be approached, he just couldn't bear the fluster invading every single corner of his body.

In fact, she, as your longest and closest friend on the crew, was the first to notice and tell you.

Fed by the way he behaved towards you, she couldn't stop herself from wanting to give him a push.

In her morning stroll across the Sunny, she spotted you sunbathing on the deck, and decided to join you.

"What's with that smile?" You knew the redhead well enough to know that with that smile came mischief.

"Noooothing..."

But you knew it was written all over her features, and so you raised an eyebrow at her.

She was up to something.

"I don't believe youuuuu..." You sang, mimicking her, which made your friend burst into a giggle.

And that was the moment she told you.

The Strawhat's swordsman was in love with you.

To be honest, Zoro was no more than fellow crewmate to you, even if you deemed him handsome in all his roughness, yet never did feed that thought beyond fantasy.

When Nami told you, she had pointed out a truth that, up to now, had remained unbeknownst to you, mistaking his indeed love for you by shyness of being around women.

"How do you know all of this?" You asked her, heart shaken up at such an unexpected confession.

But Nami just pressed a finger to her lips, giggling and shaking her head.

There was something more important than thinking about the way she found out.

There was a fiber in you that had been moved, something that tingled within you with this information.

You thought about him, but now his image held something more than just being the ship's swordsman.

There was something different now in your perception of him, something that led a wave of fuzziness to bubble in your gut.

"Y-you thinks he likes... me?" You pointed to yourself, blinking in disbelief.

Her eyes sparkled with sincerity—not to say that Nami was a dishonest person.

You knew she would never lie, even more now that she indeed found you two compatible.

"It's obvious!" she retorted, giggling, "Don't you see how he is around you?"

"He's always like that with women. He's... awkward?" you asked, still surprised.

"It's different," she emphasized; she knew for a fact—Robin, another one who rooted for you and the swordsman—that he would ask about you, or do things so his care for you would be implied.

Robin, in all her kindness, saw the goodness in Zoro, and knew that he could be the right one.

Nami agreed with her, claiming that your warmth and your sweetness was one to get easily attached to.

"Besides, he's aaalways looking at you," she nudged you, squealing in excitement. "Always asking about you..."

She trailed off, but by the time you could ask her what she meant by that, she had already dashed away, her excuse being that she had promised to meet up with Usopp.

And ever since that moment, you began to ponder her hypothesis: you became observant, attentive.

You started talking to Robin about it, and all the proof had seemed to turn toward the conjecture of the ship's navigator being true.

So you began glancing more his way, gaining another perspective from the swordsman.

Firstly, with curiosity, then with something more: a feeling that would tingle in your stomach when reciprocating glances that he would break no sooner he realized your sight on his.

To you, seeing the heat spread on his cheeks was absolutely heart-warming, and no matter how much anyone tried to reassure him, Zoro would slur out an excuse and walk away so he could finally breathe.

Adorable—that was what he looked like to you.

And so you began to fall for him.

Yet few were the moments in which you could actually get closer, and you wished it would escalate to more than just stolen glances.

But rescues, training, liberating—a plethora of other circumstances—would always get in the way of you two.

But, even so, no obstacle was as hard to sort as his awkwardness.

Zoro was aware of that, and often wished he could just "grow a pair", as Sanji would tell him and gain the courage to approach you, yet to no avail.

Helpless, it would all end in a what if, something he dreaded, but also something he could do little about.

Knowing this, frustration would take over your chest, an oppression that would become hard to ignore as you watched him turn every time he thought about coming closer.

Watching him had begun to become impossible, to the point that yearning would be unbearable.

A moment with someone you love is always difficult, yes, and even more in this case.

But at the sight of the circumstances, it was up to you to make the first move.

Making a move and praying it worked.

One good day, you woke up feeling lonely; feelings had been escalating to the point that, now, the ardor, the desire for your now favorite swordsman burned in your skin, and you found yourself missing him.

Missing him so much, that not just a glance could calm you, nor the monosyllabic responses of his.

Nami came to wake you up, staring with surprise at the fact you were already long awake before her arrival, given your habit of oversleeping.

There was a wide smile on your face as you finally got to go outside, breakfast having already been served, which you ate fast before before heading off to your chores.

"Think I'll train with Zoro today."

The few stragglers still in the kitchen—Brook, Usopp, and Robin—turned to each other as they wondered whether you were all right; judging by your large grin, and the way you were behaving—shining even brighter than usual.

The answer was obvious:

You were not all right.

And Zoro didn't expect any of this, of course.

He was, like every other day, completing another ruthless training session—starting by endurance training, followed by weight room, finishing with meditation.

Being in a constant state of go often helped him take a break from his insistent, lovesick heart—at least for a moment.

However, as he could not gather any sleep lately, he'd grown even less lenient than usual.

He kept his training harsh, curiously resembling a certain gloomy warlord when practicing his swings, or glaring at interlopers in his count.

Though, a tap to his arm from behind took him by surprise, and when he turned, he swore the air ceased to flow into his lungs.

"Hey."

He could barely stammer a greeting back at you after that; it was the first time—or at least one of the first times—that he was this close to you.

It was the first time that he got to see your beautiful eyes gleaming as you looked right at him; the first time that he got to see your smile spread for him.

It was the first time that he could see you early in the morning, where the sun shone right upon you, highlighting your breathtaking self to the point that his heartbeat turned erratic.

"Training extra hard today, I see..."

Your lips curved upwards in a bright grin while a faint wave of heat crept up your cheeks, you internally praying he didn't see—the swordsman was too busy trying to get his soul to come back to his body to notice, though.

From every single thing that could take him by surprise, this was one of the most unforeseeen to him.

Of course, he would wish and long for just a minute in which he could see you, his gaze often looking for you even if he did not want to.

You were so bright, so...

...Pretty.

Zoro felt as if his throat was closing.

The summer sun felt even more boiling on his stinging face—face that he might have been unaware had turned undeniably red.

Awkwardness immediately took over him, and so he did really forget how to utter a word correctly, without stumbling.

You did not miss any of this; it was obvious—you wanted to believe it was—and that got your heart fluttering.

"Yeah," he blurted, unable to look away from you, when he normally would.

But, how could he even look away, if any time you were around, even if you were unaware, his gaze was always upon you?

It was as if, out of reflex, he had trained himself unconsciously to look in the direction of his heart.

Of course.

"Mind if I join you?"

The question took him aback, and if he had been petrified before, he now stood as stiff as a tower.

Joining him?

You... wanted to join him?

Which meant staying until late afternoon with him?

Which meant staying together, which meant being close to one another—

—Oh, shit.

A nod left him without much of a second thought; it was faint, but overt.

It didn't fail to make you giggle.

You knew you were right to like him, and just how obvious he was with his non-verbal language could only make your heart race.

"All right, then!" you beamed, tugging a hair tie off your wrist and pulling up your hair. "You gonna show me the ropes?"

You turned to Zoro, oblivious to the leverage you had, even more so when your gaze laid ever-so charmingly on the swordsman.

However, before he could respond, some of your crewmates—Usopp, Brook, and Franky—had been unlucky enough to be caught by said swordsman in the middle of their giggling.

Whether at you, or at his helplessness, he was unsure, until his gaze flickered to them—to which they had been quick to turn away.

"What's so damn funny, huh?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it had lowered several octaves to the point that it came across as a deep hiss—needless to say, this was enough of a threat.

You, ever oblivious to what was going on, pressed your lips into a thin line in order to stifle a laugh.

It was indeed cute to see how he could assert such dominance and fear.

Your poor, terrified crewmates were quick to run and begin their chores, since it was known that Roronoa Zoro's threats were not empty ones.

So, while everyone began to scatter, the awkward silence arose once more.

Zoro tried hard to keep his gaze away from you, tried to distract himself with the workout he was supposed to be doing—but even so, you could still sense how tense he was.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?" You spoke up eventually, a while after your training had begun.

There came once again your attempt to break the ice.

At first, it was a strenuous task, his answers coming in single syllables and mumbling until, as the day progressed, he would untense, and allow your conversation to develop into something more fluent, more relaxed.

Zoro eventually found himself being more verbose as you continued.

Whether it was getting used to being near you or just being partially focused on completing his training, he actually felt at ease with you, comfortable.

All of these feelings combined, plus the sight of you laughing—or just being, in general—made the feelings he kept for you bloom even more.

The same could be said about you, as well.

As he spoke, you couldn't help but allow yourself to memorize every one of his details.

The way the tip of his eye scar wrinkled as he talked, or the way he would hold back the desire to look at you—even at times it would be inevitable to do so.

Or the way that whenever he talked, there was a flicker of his eye, going down, then up, then back on you.

Or the way in which, from time to time, his lips would curve upwards into brief smiles that were ever-so heartwarming.

He showed himself genuinely to you, and this made you fall for him even more.

Which only made you want things to escalate more.

Were you nervous? Of course.

But your nervous heart commanded your movements, your actions, your words, forcing bits of excitement to bleed into your voice and make it crack in the slightest as you spoke.

And so, what was first deemed new soon enough turned into regular, and Zoro would even find himself delaying his training for you, waiting so you two could chat together, even go for a walk together.

Just like the day it happened.

zoro roronoa doesn’t let his guard down. even in his most vulnerable moments, his senses remain sharp, honed in by years of discipline. it’s woven into the threads of his very being to remain vigilant at every moment, even his naps. a second of hesitation could change the tides, threatening everything he’s sought so hard to achieve.

on top of that, he is very sensitive about his back. the mere thought of it getting scarred brings him a sense of shame so he ensures that it’s protected at all costs.

when you first started sharing a bed, zoro would lay flat and pull you to his chest if you insisted on cuddling. it’s how it’s always been and you figure it’s how it’ll always be.

but he has a habit of surprising you.

late one night, when the moon hung high in the sky and casted it’s soft glow over everything, zoro looked at you. his eye searched for something in your expression and after what felt like him sifting through the deepest depths of your soul, he slowly turned to his side, bare back exposed to you.

it takes a moment for you to process what he’s insinuating.

carefully, the ghost of your finger runs down his spine and you watch as he shivers, curling into himself a little more. his unguarded back was now at your mercy, the almost unblemished skin — save for a few beautiful moles, was now exposed to you.

the unspoken invitation lays before you, the palms of your hands sliding from his back and around his waist, accepting the quiet request of letting him be the little spoon for once. with a gentle smile, you cradle yourself along him, placing a sweet kiss on his shoulder in thanks for trusting you with such a privilege.

would you fall in love with me again from epic......... but it's sanji and the reader after the events of wano after his exoskeleton activates

nyla, i just wanted you to know that this request absolutely broke me. it's been sitting in my inbox for almost two weeks but i finally got the time (and courage) to finish it!

i've been wanting to write a fic with this exact premise for a loooong time, but i'm glad i hadn't written it yet because this song is so perfect and fits incredibly well for this story. thank you for giving me inspiration, and the push to finally write this!

and i am nawt the best at writing angst but i really hope i did this story justice!

Would You Fall in Love with Me Again | Sanji x Reader

Tags: major spoilers for wano, sfw, angst, hurt/comfort, GN but written with F!Reader in mind, no use of y/n Disclaimer: some of the dialogues are taken directly from the song

A strange clanging roused you from your slumber.

You reached for the sheets beside you only to find them void of warmth. A sliver of moonlight penetrated the darkness of your room through the cracked open door that led to the castle gardens outside.

You slid the wooden frame open, revealing a figure hunched over on the ground, half hidden by the shadows, "Sanji, is that you? Are you alright?”

The banging stopped.

"Sorry, did I wake you? Please go back to bed, sweetheart, I’m fine. I’ll be there in a minute."

You observed him for a moment—taking in his seemingly permanent frown, the bags under his eyes, the slouch in his shoulders—and voiced the thought that had been bothering you since the battle on Onigashima ended a couple of days ago, "You look… different. Tired."

He refused to meet your eyes, his gaze remained fixed on the lush greenery of the garden.

"Tell me what's wrong."

Your plea broke his facade, and Sanji was no longer able to pretend that he was okay.

His breaths turned into short, shallow gasps. He gulped, jaws clenched tight, before he finally admitted, "I can't feel."

He pounded his fist once more against his abdomen to prove his point, the clang echoing unforgivingly amid the otherwise silent night, "I can't feel anything. There's no pain."

You surged forward, catching his wrist before his fist could fall upon his body again.

"No! Don't touch me!" He rasped, though there was no fight when you gently guided his hand to rest in his lap, "Please, I don't want to hurt you."

"Sanji—"

"It's that wretched Germa suit. It did something to me. Something foul."

He clutched his head, fingers digging into his scalp so forcefully that a few golden strands came loose and fluttered to the ground.

"I-I'm not the man you fell in love with, nor the one you once might've adored." He rambled, "I'm not k-kind or, or gentle—"

"Sanji.”

You cradled his face in between your hands, pushing away his hair to take in both of his misty eyes. They were filled with a rare vulnerability that made your heart ache.

A choked sob escaped him as he finally looked at you.

In a voice so small it was nearly impossible to comprehend, he whispered, "Would you fall in love with me again? If you knew all I've done?"

You knew he was not only referring to what happened on Onigashima.

You didn’t witness what went down between him and Luffy on Whole Cake Island, and you never had the urge to ask for the details. Sanji was back on the Sunny, he and Luffy were okay, and that was all that mattered.

Sanji's expression turned into one of disgust as he gestured to his body, "The things I cannot change… Would you love me all the same?"

The answer to that was as clear as day, but somehow, you doubt that he'd believe you just like that.

"What happened?" You asked instead, "During your fight with Queen?"

He grimaced as he recalled the bitter memories, "I… lost control. My mind went blank, then that girl was on the floor, bleeding."

He shut his eyes tight, "In the end, I found out that Queen was responsible for that, but I still can't forget that look she gave me. That girl… She was afraid of me. And rightfully so. She should be afraid of me—I'm turning into a monster."

Your chest burned with hatred for all the people—or rather, monsters—that made your sweet Sanji feel this way.

Your fingers left his face as you stood up resolutely, "A monster, huh? If that's true, could you do something for me?"

He stared up blankly at you.

"Kick me."

Sanji fell on his knees to the ground in front of you. His face soured, brows furrowed as if the simple thought of bringing harm to you physically pained him, "How could you say that? No! I would never!"

He caught both of your hands, kissing them in turn with a gentleness that was oh so familiar to you.

You smiled, "Then I guess you're still my Sanji."

His eyes widened, then the dam broke.

His body shook as he weeped uncontrollably, and you crouched down again to take him into your arms.

Within seconds, the fabric of your yukata was soaked with tears and snot, but you never loosened your hold on him. Your hand rubbed soothing circles on his back as you let him ride out his grief.

And once his sobs turned into sniffles, then into steady breaths, you intertwined your fingers with his, your other hand reaching up to caress his cheek, "Can you feel this?"

He nodded.

"This?" You asked as you pressed your lips to his neck, leaving a tender kiss that left Sanji sighing blissfully.

"Does your heart still race when I do this?" You whispered in his ear, bringing your lips down to his and staying there for a few seconds before you pulled back, barely.

"Yes," He breathed out as your hand moved to his chest, confirming the quick rhythm of his heart underneath your palm.

"Then you're still my Sanji. You're still human. And nothing could change that."

You rested your forehead against his, "I will fall in love with you over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when. No matter what happens, you're mine."

Cupping his face, you made him look into your eyes, "Don't tell me you're not the same person. You're always my Sanji."

The relief was obvious in his sigh.

Sanji leaned forward timidly, capturing your lips with a nervousness that hadn't been present since the first time he kissed you many, many moons ago, "I love you."

"And I love you. Always."

You took his hand and pulled him to his feet, “Let’s get back to bed.”

He followed obediently.

Limbs entangled with yours, Sanji finally slept through the night.

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LOS ANGELES LAKERS x ONE PIECE Collab Anime (2025)

I live for luffy fanfics

may I please request a Luffy x fem reader (they aren’t together yet) but Luffy has a big crush on the reader without realizing and he’s always super touchy with her without thinking anything of it, like always holding her or picking her up when they’re on adventures and protecting her too all without realizing until the crew makes a comment about it to him, I think it would be super adorable. thank you!

This is going to be more like a poem? I don't know much about poems lmao but I wanted to try this "poetic" style/format of writing. I hope you enjoy.

Closer than he knew

his arm slung over your shoulders, his warmth pressed to your side. a habit. a thing he does.

he grabs your hand before you even think to reach for his. it’s natural. thoughtless. not a question, just a certainty.

“c’mon,” he grins, tugging you along, lifting you—feet off the ground, body against his, carried as easily as air.

he holds you close when the seas rock too hard. grins wide when you laugh, grins wider when you don’t let go.

his hands, everywhere. your wrist, your waist, the small of your back. not lingering, not hesitant— just there, just his.

a shadow moves too fast in the chaos luffy is faster. his arm snaps out, shielding you before the strike lands.

"stay back," he says. but you don’t. you never do.

your weapon captures the blade meant for him. you call his name when an enemy moves too close. his name, always the first thing on your lips.

your voice, sharp. “get back.” his, just as firm. “you first.”

you watch his back, and he watches yours

but sometimes he's not quick enough. he feels so guilty. he was too late a thick voice cuts through the wreckage

"i follow the chaos and what do you know? it leads straight to you."

zoro, unimpressed. a hand on his sword. "what the hell, luffy? you’re gonna get us killed."

luffy turns shoulders rising, falling. fists still clenched. men groaning as the dust settles. "i wasn't looking for a fight." he mutters

he moves, slightly. just enough.

you, standing just behind him. blood runs down your arm, hair disheveled, a hand over your abdomen and the wince you try to hide. it's painful.

zoro stills, luffy speaks "do you know what they did?" his voice is lower now his hands twitch at his sides, aching to swing again.

"they put their hands on her."

silence. heavy. understanding.

it’s just luffy. luffy, who grins when you hold onto him. who sleeps sprawled across you like you’re part of the ship. who gets louder when you laugh, who goes quiet when you don’t let go.

flames crackle between all of you, embers drift, stars in their own right the crew is full, alive. your face is soft in the flickering light lips curved, gaze steady.

he notices. of course he does. robin notices. of course she does.

"you always seem to find your way back to her."

she tells him, low and knowing luffy tilts his head, blinking thinking.

the warmth in his chest—he’s always felt it. the need to be close, to hold, to protect— it’s instinct, like breathing.

he looks at you. you smile. his chest tightens

oh.

oh.

so that’s what this is.

hear me out. luffy + "i want to taste you so badly."

Synopsis: Luffy eats you out for the first time. Thats it. that's the fic. LMAO Pairing: Luffy x AFAB reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, cunnilingus, Luffy eats you like you're a piece of meat, a hint of overstimulation A/N: thank you aims for helping me get my writing juices back I love you very much ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

You don’t know how it got to this point– his hands all over you, his lips bruising against yours, and your body aching to let him go further, but god, you’re not about to stop it. Not when his kiss feels like it’s devouring you, swallowing every breath, every moan, every damn thought. His hands are greedy and possessive, roughened palmes skating over your waist, dipping under your top, squeezing your thighs like he can’t get enough. It’s frantic, it’s like he’s trying to carve his name into your skin with his touch.

The counter bites into the backs of your thighs when he grabs you, hoisting you onto the edge like you weigh nothing. The moment your ass hits the cold surface, his mouth leaves yours, trailing down– his lips, his teeth, his tongue leaving a messy, wet path along your jaw and neck. Every kiss, every bite makes you gasp, makes you arch into him, makes your thighs clench around his sides with need, 

“Fuck,” you hiss when he sinks his teeth lightly into the curve of your collarbone, his laugh muffled against your skin. His hands slide up your thighs, tugging your skirt up like it’s the only thing standing between him and salvation. 

When his eyes meet yours, dark and heavy, filled with so much hunger, it makes your chest tight.

“I want to taste you so badly,” he rasps like the thought is choking him, clawing its way out of his throat. 

Your breath hitches as his hands grip your thighs, spreading them wider. You don’t even get a chance to respond because his mouth is on you again, lower now, trailing down your stomach. Every kiss feels like it's branded into you, like he is marking his territory, staking his claim. 

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, yanking them down in one motion that makes your head spin. The cool air hits you first, then the unbearable heat of his breath, fanning over your soaked folds. His nose brushes your inner thigh as he nuzzles closer, like he is savoring the anticipation. 

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you, his fingers spreading you open to expose everything to his curious, hungry eyes. He’s mesmerized, he’s never seen anything like it so close and personal, and now he’s about to worship it in the filthiest way possible. 

“So… do I just…?” he trails off, his voice uncharacteristically unsure, but it doesn't matter because the first swipe of his tongue is anything but hesitant. It's slow, it's testing, and it's enough to make your hips jerk against him. 

A strangled moan slips from your lips, your hands shooting down to tangle in his hair, desperate to pull him closer, to urge him to keep going. He hums against you, the sound vibrating against you as he does it again, this time with more pressure, and more confidence. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you gasp, your voice wrecked and shaky, your thighs trembling in his grasp. “A little higher– oh, fuck,-- right there.”

Your words spur him on, and any hint of hesitation evaporates. Luffy dives back in, his mouth moving against you with chaotic, unpracticed motions. His tongue explores you in wild, unpredictable strokes– sloppy, desperate, and so goddamn eager it makes your toes curl. He’s all over you, licking, sucking, and tasting like he can’t get enough, like he’s been starving for this and only just realized it. 

When your fingers twist in his hair, pulling him up, he responds immediately. His lips close around your clit, sucking experimentally, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that’s almost too much and not enough all at once. The sharp pull of pleasure wrenches a cry from your throat, your head tipping back as heat pools low in your belly.

“Fuck– you taste so good,” he mutters between messy licks and desperate sucks, his words garbled and dripping with awe. His voice is thick with it, like he’s lost in the act, too consumed by the taste of you to bother with coherence.

His hands tighten on your thighs, his grip bruising as he pulls you closer, dragging your ass halfway off the counter so he can bury himself even deeper. His nose nudges against your clit and applies pressure while his tongue laps greedily at the slick that spills from you. It’s filthy, the wet sounds of his mouth working against you filling the kitchen, but he doesn't care, nor does he even seem aware of anything beyond you. 

He’s clumsy, his inexperience glaring in the way his rhythm sometimes falters, or the way he presses too hard or not hard enough- but each misstep only lasts a moment. Your moans guide him, your hips shifting against his face wordlessly tells him what you need, and he learns fast. Each mistake is corrected with an almost frantic determination, his tongue and lips returning to the spots that make you gasp and tremble. 

He’s drooling, his chin slick with spit and arousal, a messy way of showing how utterly unhinged he is in his desire to consume you. The mess only spurs him on, his face buried so deep between your thighs that you can feel every breath, every groan in your soul. 

The pressure building inside of you is a slow and devastating burn, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every erratic flick of his tongue. Luffy devours you like it’s his last meal. His lack of finesse, his insatiable hunger, it is all overwhelming, and he can't help but make up for every imperfection with sheer, unrelenting passion. 

You’re trembling under him, gasping for air, the edge rushing toward you like a wave you can’t outrun. And he just keeps going, keeps devouring, keeps pulling you apart with his mouth like he’s determined to ruin you. 

You try to warn him, your voice tumbling out in a fragmented rush. “Luffy, oh shit, I'm gonna–” The words dissolve into a cry as the tension inside of you finally snaps, shattering into shards of blinding ecstasy. 

Your orgasm crashes through you, a white-hot pleasure that steals the very breath from your lungs and leaves you trembling. Every nerve feels like it's been set alight, your body bucking against his mouth as waves of pleasure ripple through you. Luffy groans low against your core, the sound vibrating against your oversensitive flesh and sending aftershocks tearing through you. He doesn’t pull back, his tongue is determined to prolong every second of your unraveling, dragging you deeper into the flames. 

Your body jerks beneath him, overstimulated and desperate as his lips close around your clit again. His tongue flicks against you, not daring to stop even as your hands fly to his hair in a frantic attempt to slow him down. “Luffy! Fuck- wait, I can't-” The words barely leave your mouth, thin and broken, your voice cracking under the intensity. 

He doesn’t listen. Not even a little. 

Lost in his own maddened desire, he seems hell-bent on wringing every last shiver, every last gasp, every last ounce of essence from you. His hands clamp down on your thighs, pinning you in place as his mouth works you over, ruthless in its hunger. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, your hips jerking involuntarily, hands tugging at his hair in a vain attempt to slow him. You’re spiraling, helpless against his eagerness to please, and it is all too much to even form a single coherent thought. 

It’s only when another broken string of pleas leaves your lips that he finally relents, pulling back with one last lingering kiss that makes your thighs quiver. His face is flushed and glistening, his lips swollen and slick from his efforts, and the pride in his dark, spiraling eyes is undeniable. 

You’re still trying to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling in uneven bursts, when your gaze drops and that's when you see it. The unmistakable bulge in his pants, hard and straining against his shorts, his hand pressed against it in slow, agonizing circles as if he's barely holding himself together. 

“Looks like someone enjoyed himself,” you rasp, the words tumbling out between breaths as you try to piece yourself back together. 

Luffy blinks at you, dazed before a sheepish grin spreads across his lips. “Couldn’t help it,” he murmurs, “you just taste so good.”

A breathless laugh escapes you, your chest still heaving as you weakly gesture toward his hand. “I’d love to help with that, but…” you trail off, laying back against the counter as you try to steady your racing pulse. “You’re going to have to give me a minute. Someone wore me out.”

His grin widens, unrepentant and unbothered as he continues to palm himself. “Okay, take your time, as long as I get to have more later.” 

It's the way he says it- so simple, so raw, still so full of the hunger that he unleashed onto you just moments prior- that makes your body ache all over again.

This is from the trailer...

He's so hot i can't oh lord have mercy

Sabo Week Day 6:

Reunion/Smile

How many dreams to say "I love you?" (iv)

Summary: Zoro can't keep his feelings bottled up anymore. They've got to come out sooner or later. Will he be able to bring himself to confess how he feels, or will you beat him to it? ~5k words.

Part 4 of 4. (read part 1 here!) CW: Afab reader (w/gendered language, she/her pronouns). Reader gets drunk (sorry to those of you who abstain!), pining, tension, heart ache! (and... kissing). This is sfw but other parts of the story are very much not.

Part 4: "So, there."

Have you ever had a dream that was just emotions? No images, concrete thoughts or concepts, just raw, harrowing feelings?

The night after the encounter with the hostile pirate group, Zoro had one of those dreams. His sleep was fitful, distorted by intense feelings of worry and anxiety. He woke up early in the morning, sweating and distraught. He felt sick.

Unable to go back to sleep, he started his day. An ice-cold shower to distract himself and rinse off the stress from his dreams. He ate a sparse breakfast and sat on the deck, looking at the peaceful sea as the sun rose.

It was high time to get this over with, Zoro thought. He was tired of feeling scrambled in the head and tired of feeling guilty for evading being truthful to you. As your crewmate and best friend, you deserved his honestly. The mental gymnastics needed to end, and he needed to get this off his chest—the fact that he was in love with you—as soon as possible.

When you broke the thick chains and opaque brick concealing and masking his capacity for love (placed there by trauma and years of regret) you freed feelings that boiled and festered for many months. Your presence in his dreams and the workings of his subconscious slowly forced him to come to terms with this part of himself. The part of himself that was very much capable of love, that wanted it, and wanted you. He was forced to become acquainted with this aspect of himself, to sit with it, and to speak with it.

The self-realizations were at the same time elucidative and perturbing. What else about himself had he yet to become aware of? What else was there inside of him that he needed to recognize?

His stoicism thus far was nothing more than a farce, he told himself. To reckon with and control himself he had to be self-aware. Truly self-aware.

Zoro knew that ignoring your persistent presence in his mind and heart wasn’t going to solve any problems—it wasn’t going to aid his control over his emotions, wasn’t going to clear his head, wasn’t going to make himself feel better, and damn well wasn’t going to make you feel better. You were lodged in his heart and brain like a splinter that he couldn’t get out.

So, it was settled. Out with it. For better or for worse, it needed to happen.

The following night, the pair of you finally had drinks together and talked. You grabbed a couple bottles of sake and asked Zoro, “So, where do you want to go?”

He shrugged. “Crow’s nest?”

“That’s what I thought you would say. You love it up there.” When you smiled at him, Zoro felt like he couldn’t look at you—he was worried you see how tortured his eyes were, that you could read everything in his face.

The feeling was mutual. The tension in the air was palpable, as much as you tried to tell yourself that you were imagining it.

You were exhausted. Not from lack (or quality) of sleep, like Zoro, but the combination of the battle yesterday, your (actual) wound, and your lovesickness were crushing. Resigned and at your wits end with this man, you told yourself that if Zoro asked you the right series of questions, he would find answers for himself. You were at a breaking point.

If he prodded you for more information on why you felt like shit, he’d crack open something that should be left alone. You really didn’t want to share more about the fact that you felt alone and empty the past few weeks. But… you had a feeling that Zoro wanted to dig into the topic again. You dreaded it.

You climbed to the crow’s nest with Zoro around sunset. Opening the windows, you let in the golden rays of the setting sun and a cool breeze.

“It’s gorgeous out,” you observed, relishing the sea air that drifted in, salty and familiar. “Wow.”

The pair of you sat on a bench parallel with the row of windows. You were facing each other, straddling the bench so your knees almost touched. This was a sort of routine for you two—you used to do this frequently together, but it had been a while.

It was the early hours of sunset, right when the sun started to descend, and the horizon was stunning shades of pink, orange, and indigo. Zoro took a second to admire you as you stared out the window. Tendrils of sea air brushed your hair back, shining a heavenly shade of golden that reflected in your irises and off your cheek bones.

The make-believe you from Zoro’s dreams—the fantasy version of you that he spent every night with for the past two weeks—paled in comparison to the real you, radiant, material, tangible, and true. As he gazed at you, his heart twisted a bit.

“I love this type of sake.” You smiled once again, filling in the silence that took over the air as Zoro gawked at you. After a beat, Zoro opened the bottles, handing you one.

“It’s my favorite,” Zoro replied.

“I know it is.”

You raised your bottle for a toast. “Cheers to finally catching up after far too long!”

Your eyes flashed and Zoro’s heart did a flip. This sensation of being flustered felt so out of character, but he was caught up in the fact that tonight was the night he was going to confess.

The conversation started upbeat and friendly. You laughed together—you were one of the only people who could make Zoro laugh so hard he cried. You were making each other feel better, too. Spirits on the ship were a little low since yesterday and both you and Zoro felt it. But as you spent time together, Zoro felt a bit better because he missed you and wanted to be close to you, and he didn’t know it, but you felt the same.

You talked about Zoro’s new weight-lifting routine, some crazy dance move Usopp pulled out the other night, and the delicious soup Sanji made the other day (Zoro admitted that the shit cook’s soup was delicious, but he could only say that to you, no one else). The conversation wandered to sea kings, silly interactions with Chopper, and Franky’s new shirt (it was neon orange and camouflage, quite the attention grabber).

Your giggles made him feel like he was floating, and his smiles felt like home.

Zoro wished he could pause this moment in time and save it—that it could last forever, or that he could return to it sometimes when he wanted to. All of it was picturesque. He couldn’t believe how many of these nights you’d had together, nights that he never appreciated like he should have.

He had been in denial for months, egregiously so. He had been blind to the love for you that was brewing within him. Now that he could see his emotions for what they were, now that he was jolted and rocketed out of the opacity that locked his heart up, he could see that his love for you was plain as day. It was screaming at him, begging him.

 He was in agony, and you had suffered far too long.

Zoro’s thoughts raced while you told him some cute little story. One part of him was laser focused on your beauty and the rays of setting sun that lit your eyes up. It was breathtaking. Another part of him was trying to keep up with what you were saying, but he was distracted. And a third part of him felt intoxicated. Everything you did overwhelmed him. It was like he was being hit over the head with realization after realization—a sequence of memories flashed in his mind.

One night, two or three months ago, you two were drinking. You had gotten far too drunk and you were on the verge of falling asleep somewhere random on the deck. Your shirt rode up a bit showing your stomach, the strap of your tanktop fell down one shoulder, and your eyes were sleepy.

“Zoroooo,” you mumbled. “Wanna go to bed.”

He looked at you, tutted, and pulled his hoodie off. He then helped you put it on—it was a chilly out and he saw goosebumps on your skin. You murmured out a thank you and slumped into his arms. He sighed and scooped you up, carrying you to your room.

He liked how you felt in his arms. Your weight. Your warmth. The way your head rested on his chest. The look of you in his hoodie. How close you were. Back then he tried to ignore it.

Zoro then tucked you into bed. You looked like you were out cold, but when he pulled the covers up so you would stay warm, you opened your eyes, half-asleep. You lifted both arms up and looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Zorooo,” you slurred out your words, blurting them carelessly. “Wanna hug.”

He leaned over the bed and into your arms, clasping you into an embrace. You hummed and didn’t let go for a few moments. When he pulled away, you petted his hair for a second, mumbled out a “night night” and went to sleep for good.

Looking back at the moment you asked him for a hug, Zoro realized that his heart had done that twisting thing; it was butterflies. He recalled that he just stared at you for a second. Your face was peaceful, eyes heavy, lips pouting. When you petted his hair, his heart did the thing again. He ignored it.

The next morning you had been sheepish, possibly because you remembered the affection you gave him, the hug and the hair pets. You thanked him for his hoodie and he said, “no problem.” That was that.

Another memory flashed into Zoro’s mind.

Some day, months ago, you and Nami went shopping. When you came back to the boat, you both tried on your new outfits and showed each other, fashion-show style. In passing, Zoro got a glance of you in a white dress. He had to stop himself from staring. It complemented you perfectly.

Sanji practically screamed, “MY LOVEEE~ You look absolutely ravishing tonight!” Then he got down on one knee and kissed both of your hands. Zoro remembered that something about that interaction pissed him off. He remembered thinking who does that shit cook think he is, fawning over you like you were a piece of meat.

When Nami very pointedly asked Zoro what he thought of your white dress, all he said was “suits you.” Looking back at that moment, Zoro kicked himself. The dress didn’t just suit you, it was made for you. Sanji had a point. You looked ravishing. He tried not to muse on it.

Another memory blitzed into his mind, a dagger to his heart. You were having drinks in the crow’s nest just like this, many months ago. You had looked at him earnestly and said, “Zoro, I like you. I really like you.”

Was this your attempt at a confession? You continued. “I could be around you all the time—I think we make a great pair.” You had that sweet smile on your lips.

Zoro had nodded and raised his glass. “To good friends!” He didn’t really notice it then, but now he realized that your smile faltered.

Looking back at that moment, he saw that you may have been alluding to something else. He unwittingly, cruelly, friend-zoned you. It was sort of brutal. When it happened, he shrugged it off like it was nothing, hadn’t had a second thought about it. Now he wondered how deeply that must have wounded you, if you felt any sort of way about him.

The final memory that his brain threw at him (while you were in the middle of giving him your story) was the moment when he first looked at you. It was a simple moment, insignificant until he realized that he loved you.

He felt drawn to you, from day one, immediately interested in you. Right off the bat, he thought you were beautiful, brilliant, and hilarious. When he thought back on that twisting feeling, the butterfly feeling, he could tell that it happened back then, too. Something fell into place that day, whether it was fate or luck. That day, he had you and you had him.

Zoro already came to terms with the fact that he loved you, and these memories further enforced the realization that he loved you all along. He just didn’t know how to express it and never thought himself capable of that sort of emotional depth. But you changed that. You flipped a switch in his mind. It was you all along.

“Zoro?” You asked, shocking him back into the present. “Are you okay? You looked like you zoned out there for a minute.”

“Fuck, sorry. I did. What were you saying?”

You smiled, told him no worries, and the conversation continued. His eyes were glued to your face, his heart and brain felt all shaken up, and he only knew two things—he knew that he loved you, and he knew that he wanted you to know that. No matter the consequences, it needed to come out. Preferably now.

The sun set by now. The horizon was a dark purple, the stars were starting to shine overhead, and the golden rays on your skin disappeared. There was a lull in conversation. Zoro took his chance.

“How have you been feeling since we had our lunch on the deck? I remember you said you were feeling down?” He attempted to ask with casual ease though his heart was racing. He was going to get to the bottom of it. All of it. Now. The privacy was perfect, you were perfect, the setting was perfect, all of it was perfect.

Your answer was reluctant. “I’ve been okay...”

“What’s up?” Zoro avidly watched your every movement. He inspected the way your eyes fluttered and the way your lips parted.

“Ugh.” You groaned. So it was going to be like this tonight. As you expected, he wanted to revisit the subject. “I don’t know, Zoro. I’ve just been feeling weird recently.”

“How so?”

“Hmmm. I guess I’ve been feeling a bit lonely. And empty.” Your lips were pursed, looking out of the window, at the sea. You could see the moon in the reflection of the waves. All was quiet except for the sound of the sea lapping the hull of the Sunny.

“Empty?” Zoro feigned surprise. He knew you were lonely. He overheard you sob about it a couple weeks ago.

The painful truths that you had been trying to keep bottled up when he was around? They started to shake inside. They wanted out of that bottle, stat. And you could only ignore those feelings for so long before they’d fucking explode. It had to come out sooner or later.

If Zoro pressed you any more than this, you might start losing it. The explosion was imminent.

“I know it’s going to sound ridiculous because I’m surrounded with people all the time, but I just feel empty. Like…” you hesitated, “I feel like I’m missing something. Someone. I just feel so lonely.”

“Oh?” His heart was pounding. You averted your eyes for a second and he thought you looked bashful. He took note of that.

“Sometimes I just wish I had someone by my side all the time. Like someone I could share everything with? If that makes sense.”

Zoro paused. “Yeah, that makes sense. It doesn’t sound ridiculous at all.”

You took a deep breath and exhaled. He could see it now, glaringly, a sadness that lingered in your eyes. He could see it and his heart ached.

"It might sound absurd, but I’ve been craving a sort of… Well, I don’t know. A sort of company? Love, maybe?” Your voice was strained. Zoro’s breath hitched at the word ‘love’. “I just get so sad thinking about it sometimes. Like I have this profound emptiness inside. And it feels so out of reach, like that love will never happen for me. And maybe that sounds ungrateful because I have company, and I’m surrounded by my best friends all the time but… I just want a different kind of company. A different kind of love.”

You looked at him and frowned. If you said any more than that, you were worried you would start crying.

More silence for a few moments. Zoro was trying to figure out what to say.

“Why do you feel like it will never happen?” He prodded. He meant well, but that was enough to send you over the edge.

You were emotionally distressed and recently it felt like it was all coming to a head. You had been trying to flirt and send signals to Zoro for months, to no avail. Any time he was near you, you felt like you were suffocating. And now that he was asking you these things, trying to get answers or explanations out of you, you felt like you would fall apart.

The problem himself was in front of you, asking you what was wrong and why you felt like love was out of reach. You didn’t want to say anything and ruin your friendship and you were convinced he would never see you that way. It was just a blatant reminder that he didn’t care about you the way you wanted. He seemed unphased by the whole conversation—he was cautious and curious but that was nothing new.

As you started to get overwhelmed, tears welled in your eyes. What the fuck were you supposed to say to him? The risk of altering the dynamic between you two, along with the pressure of possibly altering the dynamic of the crew… You started to catastrophize. The pressure was too much.

A hot tear escaped one of your eyes and ran down your cheek. The emotions were starting to erupt, and his presence was agitating that.

“Hey, are you okay?” Zoro was concerned with your silence and frown. He hadn’t noticed the tear yet, and he thought you looked like you were about to start crying.

You shook your head and turned away from him as more tears started to flow out. Now that the tears started, they wouldn’t stop until the sadness was gone. You were trying to put a cork in that bottle of sadness, but it wasn’t working.

A moonbeam landed on the side of your wet face. Zoro realized now, catching the glint with his eyes, that you were crying. Did you just make her cry? He berated himself. You wanted to talk about love with her, and you made her fucking cry?

“Sorry, Zoro. It just gets me worked up sometimes. Hurts really bad.” Small sobs started to wrack your body.

Zoro stared at you. His heart was actively breaking—he couldn’t bear seeing you in pain like this. He had only witnessed you crying once before, on the deck when you had the conversation with Nami that started all of this.

He scooted closer to you on the bench and your knees touched. His voice was hushed and gentle. “Hey.”

Reaching a hand up, the ran it softly down your shoulder to your upper arm, a tiny movement. He repeated it, petting you, trying to give you some solace, to show you that he was there. His touch was delicate, so unexpected from him.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he continued, “and you can cry all you want. Don’t bottle it all up. I’m here for you.”

That note of sweetness you always saw in him was now bold, in full force as he comforted you. Your stomach flipped. He had never touched you like this before or seen you this emotionally vulnerable, nor you him. He said he was here for you, but how much did he mean that, and to what extent? You told yourself for the thousandth time that he would never be there in the way you needed.

“There are some things I have to bottle up, Zoro.” Your voice was almost a whisper. You were in anguish, and though your tears had stopped momentarily, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Not if it’s eating you up like this. It’s not worth it.” His hand went still.

If Zoro told you to not bottle things up, if he comforted you like this, then you might as well just fucking confess, you told yourself. But before you could force the words out of your mouth, he was one step ahead. The silence was too much for him.

His mouth went dry. Fuck it.

“You said you wanted someone to share everything with? Someone to always have by your side?” Zoro asked. “I wonder if I could do that?”

He was painfully close to you. Your knees still touched, and his hand rested on your arm. Your heart skipped a beat.

He must not have heard you right. There’s just no way. You were convinced that the situation was hopeless.

“Oh Zoro, you’re sweet, but I didn’t mean it in a friend way. I meant it in a romantic way. Like I wish I had someone to hold hands with and kiss and stuff.”

“I know.” His words hung in the air. You were dumbfounded. “How do you feel about me, really? You won’t screw anything up. Just please tell me how you feel about me. I’m going crazy.” His tone was urgent, and he leaned closer. Every inch closer made you feel dizzy.

You were immeasurably caught off guard, too stunned to speak. Meanwhile, Zoro didn’t really know how to handle himself. While you silently collected your thoughts, he started to blurt out words. When it came to this sort of thing, he didn’t have the most tact.

“I’ve been having dreams about you. Really intense ones. It’s been fucking with my head.”

“Dreams?” You asked, again not sure if you heard him right.

“When I look at you, I start to feel weird inside, like something is twisting in me. It’s driving me crazy. It’s been weeks at this point. I thought I was sick, or something, but I think it must be something else so, please, please, just tell me how you feel about me.”

“Zoro…” Your tone was cautious. He was acting weird—the comment about dreams was particularly odd—and you were too caught up in emotions to really process what he just word vomited at you. But if he was asking you questions this desperately, then he would get an answer. Might as well. Especially after what he just said.

“I feel things about you,” you began. “Intense things. I know you just see me as a friend, but… I just—my feelings are intense. It’s okay that you don’t reciprocate, and I never said anything because I didn’t want to make it weird.”

“Don’t reciprocate what?” He pushed further.

More silence. You were trying to decide how to it into words. Your mind raced.

“You won’t make it weird,” he continued, pleading. “Just tell me, really, how do you feel about me? What’s intense about it? Help me understand.”

Ugh. You didn’t have the energy to play it safe or coy right now. If you regretted it, then so be it.

No longer would this eat you up inside.

“Zoro, I’ve loved you for a long time.”

The realization hit him like lightning.

So it was him. In the conversation he overheard, where you were talking about love with Nami, you had been talking about him. You said it was hard to be around him.

It was so obvious now that his ignorance to your advances slighted you; his overt neglect to recognize to your love, his insistence that he didn’t have the capacity and could never find it—it must have hurt you deeply. Now that he knew how he felt, now that he was so sure of it, he hoped he could make it up to you. He would do anything.

You continued, your voice taking on a hurried tone. You needed to get it all out and explain yourself before he had the chance to say anything. “I know you don’t feel the same. I’ve picked up all the signals, and whenever I’ve tried to… I don’t know… flirt with you? It bounces right off you. I get it. We’re close friends and crew mates and I know we aren’t destined to become any more than that. So, there’s no need to apologize to me or anything. It’s fine, really, that you don’t see me like that. And I don’t want to make things weird, and I’m sure you don’t either, so whatever those dreams were then that’s fine. I’m happy just being your friend, you don’t need to be anything more than that, especially if it’s just out of pity. So that’s it basically. I’ve been lonely because when I spend time around you I just wish that—”

Each word you uttered pulled Zoro forward just barely. You could hardly get the words out, rambling to make the awkwardness go away and help him understand. But he cut you off mid-sentence, pressing his lips onto yours.

You went rigid, eyes open wide as he brought a palm to cup your cheek.

The kiss lasted a handful of seconds, brilliant fireworks of confusion and exhilaration coursed through you both.

You melted, easing the rigid tension of your body slowly, leaning into his lips that were softer than you could have imagined. The warmth of his palm on your cheek was comforting, familiar, and welcome.

When he pulled away, he was crimson. “Did that help at all? Did any of that loneliness go away?”

He started talking before you could answer him.

“I already said it but let me be clear,” Zoro said, “I want to be that person for you. I don’t want you to be sad anymore. I want to be that person you share everything with and always be by your side. You said you’ve loved me for a long time? I have, too. It just took me a bit longer to realize it. You’re always on my mind, even when I’m working out, or asleep, or eating... I-I count down the minutes until we talk again and your smiles just… They make my heart feel funny. I’m in love with you. There’s just nothing else these feelings could be. So, there.”

“So there?” You asked incredulously. The sudden deluge of emotions felt like a smack in the face. “Zoro, what?”

He didn’t know what to say next. This conversation didn’t go as he rehearsed it in his head and you were so shocked that you thought you’d faint.

“I said I'm in love with you. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. I’m sorry. But hopefully I didn’t confess too late—and since you feel the same maybe you’ll let me, ah, fuck, I don’t even know how this works. Like, let me hold your hand… or something? Fuck. I’m so bad at this.”

He started to get redder, turning his face away from yours and taking his hand off your shoulder. This was a whole new side of him. An innocent, sincere, earnest side. A loving side. A side you dreamed about for ages.

If that was really how he felt, then you would welcome it with open arms.

This time, you brought a hand to his cheek and softly turned it towards you. His skin was hot, his brows were furrowed and he was doing a sort of grimace.

“Zoro. You’re something else. Are you absolutely sure you feel this way? Like, are you sure sure?”

He nodded and you cracked a grin.

“You should have told me earlier. But, if you’re certain…” you trailed off and held a hand out to him, palm up.

“What?” He looked at it, confused and clueless, and you pushed it towards him again with emphasis.

“Give me your hand, Zoro.”

The swordsman reached his hand out and placed it on yours. You moved your wrist a bit and threaded your fingers together with his, giving his hand a squeeze.

“You said you wanted to hold hands. So, there.” You smiled at him, and he squeezed back, turning even redder somehow. His hand was large; it felt strong, rough, and calloused. You had wondered for many months what it would feel like resting in yours like this.

In an uncharacteristically suave move, Zoro gently dragged your hand forwards, pulling you closer to him. He brought a hand to your waist and pressed his lips on yours again.

His hand felt heavy and strong on your side and his kiss tasted faintly like alcohol. He smelled just… manly and musky. But (surprisingly) clean. He must have showered today.

How was any of this real? How long had he known that he loved you?

Would you tell the crew?

What sort of relationship would this turn into?

You tried not to get lost in the details—those could be worked out later. For now, you needed to focus on how his lips felt on yours.

When Zoro pulled away from you, he kept his face close. “No more feeling lonely or empty, okay?”

You nodded, blown away by the delightful turn of events. Never in a million years would you have guessed that this is how the conversation would go.

“If you say so. Now,” you ventured, “before we get any further, tell me more about those dreams of yours.”

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a/n: this is how i feel posting this last part. FINALLY. i was stressing hard with this one because i wanted it to feel authentic. also what is that, eleven dreams and some change for zoro to realize and confess how he felt? on another note, thank you so much for reading this and for being patient with me. love yall so much and i cant wait to write more for you soon!

It’s 2025 and people think Zoro and Sanji hates each other like

I don’t like being near people I dislike, but maybe that’s just me 🤷‍♀️

They’re like brothers who are very competitive…or old married couple.

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Okay hear me OUT..... imagine a fanfic where reader does this with luffy's hat and he is just STUNNED

This is a need damn 😩

God heard my prayers 🙏

I need someone to make a fanfic where reader lights up a cigarette for sanji and then die in front of him 😐

This song is SO SANJI CODED 😩🙏

He literally say "I will always put my devotion to you first. There is no other man who loves you like Romeo. You are heavenly blood, my bread, my wine. And in your temple I want to die." "I value women for being born of a woman." Now tell me that this shit isn't something sanji will say 😭

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