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𝓐 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮!

Summary: A little kid goes up to the reader, completely in love and confessing their love.

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓓. 𝓛𝓾𝓯𝓯𝔂:

You were walking with Luffy through the bustling center of town, sun on your shoulders and a stick of meat skewers in your hand—his third, technically, though you were now helping him finish it.

The Straw Hats had stopped at the island of Ferrosa for the night. It was bright, warm, and full of energetic locals. Children ran freely in the streets, while vendors called out from painted booths with smiles and good deals. The city square was filled with color, laughter, and the sweet smell of roasted honey nuts and grilled seafood.

“I love this place!” Luffy declared, stretching his arms behind his head with a grin wide enough to rival the sun.

You chuckled. “You love every place that feeds you.”.

He turned to you and nodded seriously. “Well, yeah. But this one has meat and you.”.

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip, and you were about to tease him when—

“Excuse me, miss!”.

You turned and blinked down at the source of the tiny voice.

A little boy stood there. He couldn’t have been more than six, with dark curls, oversized suspenders, and big round eyes filled with awe. He held a red flower in both hands, like it was a sacred offering.

You blinked. “Hi there, little guy.”.

“I saw you and… and I just…” He shuffled awkwardly, cheeks turning pink. “I think you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen. And I love you.”

Your jaw dropped slightly. “You… what?”.

He thrust the flower forward like he couldn’t take it anymore. “Please marry me!”.

The petals trembled in his tiny hands. He looked like he might explode from sheer determination.

You stood frozen for a moment. Then you laughed softly, kneeling down to his level with your heart melting into a puddle. “That’s really sweet of you, but I don’t think I can marry you just yet.”.

The boy’s face crumpled slightly.

You quickly added, “But if you still feel the same when you’re older… you can ask me again, okay?”.

He brightened at that, sticking the flower into your hand like it sealed a vow. “I’ll train every day! I’m gonna be strong enough to protect you from pirates!”.

That made Luffy blink. “Huh? Protect from pirates?”.

The boy looked up at Luffy. Then frowned. “You look familiar. Are you one of those guys with the bounty posters?”.

Luffy tilted his head, suddenly all grins again. “Yup! I’m the future King of the Pirates!”.

The boy’s jaw dropped in horror. He grabbed your hand. “Miss! You can’t be around pirates! He’s dangerous!”.

Luffy burst out laughing.

You choked on your own giggle. “He’s actually… with me.”

The boy’s face paled like you just told him the ocean had swallowed the sun.

“Nooo!” he cried. “You’ve already been taken!”.

“I’m not taken,” you said gently, fighting the urge to scoop him into a hug. “He’s not a bad pirate.”.

Luffy leaned down to look the boy straight in the eyes. “You gotta get way stronger if you’re gonna protect her from me. I’m super tough.”

The little boy squared his shoulders. “I will! I’m gonna grow up and beat you in a duel and save her from your evil clutches!”.

Then he turned dramatically, wiping at his eyes and sprinting off into the crowd like a mini knight on a quest.

You stared after him, flower still in hand. “…That was so cute.”.

Luffy crossed his arms, puffing his cheeks out. “Hmph.”.

You looked up at him with a grin. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”.

“I’m not,” he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow. “Really?”.

“He gave you a flower,” Luffy said, voice sulky. “And a marriage proposal. That’s like… serious pirate talk.”.

You giggled. “You’ve never proposed to me.”.

He opened his mouth… then paused, as if this realization had just hit him like a cannonball.

“…Should I??”.

Now you froze. “Wait, what?”.

Luffy grabbed your hand, expression suddenly thoughtful in that rare, golden way he got when he was trying really hard to process feelings he didn’t have words for.

“I don’t know about marriage,” he said slowly. “But I do know I wanna be with you forever. Even when I’m King of the Pirates.”.

Your heart skipped so many beats you thought it might give up entirely.

“…That counts,” you whispered.

He beamed and gently took the flower from your hand, tucking it behind your ear. “Good. Now you look even prettier.”.

You looked up at him through your lashes, warmth blooming in your chest.

Behind you, somewhere in the crowd, a tiny voice cried out: “I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU WHEN I’M TEN!”.

You laughed until your stomach hurt. Luffy just grinned and grabbed your hand again, as if to say: Let him try.

𝓡𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓪 𝓩𝓸𝓻𝓸:

The sun was just beginning to dip below the rooftops of Shalora Town, casting everything in hues of gold and orange. You and Zoro had gotten separated from the rest of the crew after a casual afternoon exploring the outdoor markets. Well, "separated" might be a generous word. Zoro had gotten lost, as he always did, and you had stayed with him to avoid letting him wander into a completely different district or, knowing him, the sea.

Now the two of you were walking side by side down a quiet stone path along the edge of a large plaza. You carried a small bag of snacks, tossing roasted nuts into your mouth every now and then. Zoro, arms crossed and swords at his hip, walked a little behind you, quietly watching the shadows stretch longer across the buildings.

It was peaceful. The kind of peaceful Zoro didn’t mind. No one was talking too much, no one was challenging him to a fight, and for once, no chaos.

Until—

“Miss!”.

A tiny voice broke through the quiet, and you turned to see a small boy bounding toward you from across the plaza. He was probably five or six, with spiky dark hair and oversized boots that made his feet look like loaves of bread. He clutched something behind his back and stared at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

You blinked. “Uh… hey there?”.

The boy came to a halt, panting, then stood up as straight as he could. “I saw you from over there, and I just—I just needed to tell you something important!”.

Zoro slowed beside you, eyebrow raised.

The kid took a breath, then yanked out the thing he’d been hiding. A slightly crushed yellow flower.

“I think you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen!” he blurted. “Please marry me!”.

There was a silence.

You stared at the flower. Then at the kid.

Then you let out a little laugh, half from shock, half from how absurdly adorable it was. “Wow, that’s a bold move. How old are you?”.

“Six and a half!” he said proudly.

You squatted down so you were closer to his level. “That’s a very sweet offer. But I don’t think I can marry anyone under ten, okay?”.

He looked disappointed for a split second. But then he puffed out his chest. “Then I’ll come back when I’m ten! I’m gonna be a swordsman, just like the legendary Pirate Hunter Zoro! I’ll train every day so I can protect you!”.

Zoro, who had remained quiet up until now, suddenly stiffened. His eye twitched. “What?”.

The boy turned to look up at him. “You look kinda like him!”.

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh.

“I am him,” Zoro said flatly.

The boy gasped. “NO WAY.”.

Zoro crossed his arms. “And I’m already protecting her, so you can save your training.”.

You stood quickly, elbowing Zoro gently. “Zoro…”.

The kid narrowed his eyes at the swordsman towering over him. “You don’t even look like her boyfriend.”.

You choked.

Zoro scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”.

“You don’t hold her hand. Or give her flowers. Or even say she’s pretty!”.

You turned red instantly.

Zoro’s mouth opened. Closed. His eye darted to you.

You raised your eyebrows, not hiding your amusement at all. “He’s got a point.”.

Zoro looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. “Tch. I don’t need to say that stuff. She already knows.”.

“But I said it!” the boy pointed out triumphantly, holding up the flower again. “That means I’m winning!”.

Zoro glared down at the kid. “You think you can take me, shrimp?”.

The boy nodded with reckless confidence. “When I’m ten!”.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You laughed so hard you had to hold your sides, and the kid looked between the two of you with a proud smile.

You crouched again and gently took the flower from him. “Thank you. I’ll keep this safe until you’re ready to challenge him.”.

He beamed. “Okay! Remember me, okay?! I’m gonna be your future husband!”.

He turned on his heel and sprinted back into the plaza, shouting something about sword training and true love.

You were still giggling when Zoro muttered, “What the hell just happened?”.

“You got challenged by a six-year-old. For my hand in marriage.”.

Zoro stared ahead, jaw tight.

You leaned close. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”.

“…He’s going to trip over his own sword the second he picks it up.”.

“That wasn’t what I meant.”.

Zoro glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. Then, after a long moment, grumbled, “You look pretty. All the time.”.

You blinked. “What was that?”.

“I said you look pretty, alright? Even with stupid flowers in your hair. Especially with them.”.

You paused. Then grinned. “Wow. Two rivals confessing in one day. I feel spoiled.”.

Zoro flushed slightly and looked away. “Shut up.”.

You stood on your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“That kid’s got guts,” you murmured. “But don’t worry. You’re still winning.”.

He smirked. “Good. I wasn’t planning to lose.”.

𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓲:

It was late afternoon in the port city of Anemone Bay, the sky glowing in shades of pink and orange as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon. You and Nami were strolling along a quiet street by the seaside, bags full of trinkets from the day’s adventures.

Nami seemed particularly pleased with herself, having just pulled off an incredible bargain at the local market. You couldn’t help but admire her negotiating skills as she playfully tossed her hair over her shoulder.

“Another successful deal!” she said with a satisfied smirk. “Honestly, I might start charging for advice.”.

You grinned. “You could probably make a fortune.”.

“I already am,” Nami teased, tapping her purse. “What’s a little more?”.

You walked side by side down the cobblestone path, content to enjoy the quiet moment together. The breeze was warm and pleasant, and the waves of the nearby ocean lapped gently against the shore.

Everything was peaceful... that is, until—

“Excuse me?”.

You turned to see a small boy running toward you, his little feet stumbling as he tried to close the distance. His face was flushed with excitement, and his eyes sparkled like the sun glinting off water.

Nami raised an eyebrow. “What’s this about?”.

The boy came to a stop in front of you, out of breath, and handed you a single daisy. “I just wanted to tell you that you’re the most beautiful person in the whole world,” he said earnestly, his cheeks turning pink.

You blinked, surprised at the sincerity in his voice. “Thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”.

“I wanna marry you!” he exclaimed with all the confidence a six-year-old could muster.

You stared for a moment, trying to process what was happening. “Oh, well, I’m flattered, but I’m a little old for you,” you said gently.

He puffed out his chest, not deterred by your response. “I’ll get stronger! I’ll become a brave pirate, and I’ll fight off sea monsters and protect you from everything! I’ll even build you a ship!”.

“That’s quite the offer!” you said, smiling at his determination.

He nodded eagerly. “I’ve been saving my candy money to buy you a ring when I’m older!”.

Nami let out a small chuckle, leaning slightly to the side as she crossed her arms, clearly entertained by the little boy’s persistence. You could see the corner of her lips twitching.

You gently took the flower from his hand. “That’s very thoughtful of you. How about you come find me when you’re a bit older? Maybe when you’ve become the greatest pirate on the seas?”.

The boy looked slightly disappointed but nodded enthusiastically. “I will! And I’ll never forget you!”.

With that, he turned and sprinted off down the street, yelling something about finding treasure and learning how to use a sword.

Nami turned to you with a smirk. “Well, looks like you’ve got competition.”.

You let out a laugh. “I don’t think he can compete with you.”.

She glanced at you, an eyebrow raised. “Oh? Why’s that?”.

“Because you already are my treasure,” you said softly, your heart fluttering slightly as you gazed at her.

Nami rolled her eyes but smiled, clearly flustered despite her best efforts to hide it. “Smooth,” she muttered, but the hint of a blush on her cheeks betrayed her.

“You’re my number one,” you added, grinning.

Nami sighed dramatically, but you could tell she was pleased. “Well, if that kid ever comes back with a treasure chest, you’re all his.”.

You laughed. “I’ll think about it... but I’m pretty sure he’ll need to work on his swordsmanship before he can even hold a candle to you.”.

“Good,” Nami said with a teasing smile. “Let him try. I’ll be right here, defending my honor.”.

You chuckled and pulled her close, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. “No competition here. You’re the best.”.

Nami smiled and snuggled into your side, walking with you toward the setting sun. “As long as you remember it.”.

𝓤𝓼𝓸𝓹𝓹:

It had been a lovely day in the port city of Anemone Bay — a cheerful, art-filled town known for its bright murals, handmade kites, and community storytelling shows. Naturally, Usopp had spent the entire afternoon performing for a crowd of kids, regaling them with tales of his legendary exploits — most of them (okay, all of them) highly exaggerated, but with just enough truth to keep it thrilling.

You sat at the edge of the impromptu stage in the town square, resting your chin in your hand and smiling fondly as Usopp mimicked the mighty roar of a Sea King he’d “fought off with one hand tied and the other building a cannon out of driftwood.”.

The children were eating it up — wide-eyed, gasping, some mimicking his “battle stance.” You were eating it up too, if you were honest. Watching Usopp in his element like this was something else.

The crowd began to disperse as the sky turned golden. The children ran back to their homes, some holding sticks like swords, others shouting about giants or sky islands. Usopp stepped down with a proud puff of his chest, swaggering slightly as he approached you.

“Well? That was a good one, right?” he asked, voice still a little dramatic. “They’ll be telling my stories for years.”.

You grinned. “I mean… I tell your stories, and I’m pretty biased.”.

“Exactly!” he said proudly, resting a hand on his hip. “You’re clearly a woman of taste.”.

But before he could bask any longer in his imaginary spotlight, a tiny voice interrupted:

“Excuse me, miss?”.

You both turned.

A little boy stood there — no older than six — with big green eyes and fluffy brown hair tucked under a handmade paper pirate hat. He clutched a stick in one hand and a small daisy in the other.

You blinked. “Oh, hello there.”.

He stepped forward, holding out the flower with both hands and a serious look. “I just wanted to say… I think you’re the most beautiful person in the whole world.”.

Your heart nearly burst. “That’s so sweet of you.”.

“I wanna marry you!” he declared, cheeks turning pink but shoulders square. “I’ll become a brave pirate and protect you from sea monsters and giants! I’ll even build you a ship!”.

Usopp’s jaw slowly dropped.

You smiled, kneeling down to his level. “Wow, that’s quite an offer.”.

He nodded solemnly. “I’ve been saving candy money for a ring.”.

Usopp stepped forward abruptly, waving his hands. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down there, future pirate king! You’re trying to propose to my girlfriend!”.

The little boy blinked up at him, unimpressed. “Who are you?”.

Usopp reeled back like he’d been slapped. “Who am I?! I’m CAPTAIN USOPP! SNIPER KING! GOD OF THE SEA AND SNACKTIME!”.

The boy raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never heard of you.”.

Usopp immediately went pale.

You had to turn your face away to keep from laughing.

“But she likes me,” the boy said firmly. “She took my flower.”.

“She takes my heart every day!” Usopp cried dramatically, throwing an arm across his chest. “With every smile, she stabs me with Cupid’s sniper bolt!”.

You looked between the two of them, completely torn between swooning and cackling.

The kid planted his hands on his hips. “I’ll duel you for her.”.

Usopp sputtered. “A duel?! She’s not a prize! She’s a person!”.

You reached out and gently ruffled the boy’s hair. “Hey now, no fighting. I’m very flattered, but Usopp and I are already together.”.

He frowned deeply. “But you’re perfect.”.

Your heart melted all over again. “Thank you. That’s really sweet of you.”.

He scuffed his foot on the ground. “I’m gonna come back for you when I’m a grown-up. And taller. With a real sword.”.

Then he turned, tossed the stick like a baton, and marched off into the sunset — paper hat wobbling nobly in the breeze.

You looked up at Usopp, who still looked mildly shell-shocked.

“…Babe?”.

He slowly turned to you, eyes wide. “I just got out-heroed by a kindergartener.”.

You snorted. “It was close. You nearly had him with the ‘Cupid sniper bolt’ line.”.

Usopp flopped beside you with a groan. “I need to step up my romance game…”.

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “I think you’re doing just fine.”.

“…What if he comes back with a treasure chest?”.

You grinned. “Then I’ll use it to throw you a fancy anniversary party.”.

He sighed. “You’re worth more than all the treasure on the Grand Line.”.

You tilted your head. “Aww. See? That was pretty heroic.”.

“Write that down,” he said quickly. “I want that in my next story.”.

𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓲:

It was a warm afternoon aboard the Thousand Sunny. The crew had docked at a vibrant island, one that was known for its incredible food markets. The air smelled of fresh fruit, pastries, and savory dishes, which had Sanji practically bouncing with excitement. The island was a perfect haven for him to explore, and he was practically drooling at the thought of all the delicious meals he could whip up in the kitchen.

You were walking alongside Sanji, enjoying the moment of calm before the crew dove headfirst into exploring the island. You’d often found these quiet moments with Sanji to be the most peaceful, as he was so full of energy when cooking, but around you, he was always incredibly sweet and kind.

“So, what do you think, Y/n? Should I make some of my world-famous omelets for tonight? Or maybe a seafood platter—oh, I could do a grilled fish with some vegetables!” Sanji was rambling excitedly, his hands moving as though he were already preparing the dishes in mid-air.

You chuckled at his enthusiasm. “That sounds amazing as always, Sanji. Maybe a bit of everything?”.

Sanji’s eyes sparkled. “Now that’s what I like to hear! You’ve got good taste, Y/n!” He beamed, clearly excited at the prospect of cooking for you.

As you walked, a small voice suddenly interrupted your conversation. “Excuse me, miss?”.

You stopped in your tracks, turning toward the source of the voice. Standing in front of you was a young boy, no older than six or seven. His hair was messy, his clothes a bit worn, but there was a confident, determined look in his bright eyes. He held something behind his back, clearly shy but still mustering the courage to speak.

Sanji’s eyes narrowed, instantly picking up on the situation. His hand went instinctively to the cigarette he always had, but he didn’t light it—he just gripped it tightly. He was clearly sizing up the situation, the slight tension in his posture unmistakable.

The boy stepped forward, his little chest puffing out with the seriousness of his words. “I just wanted to say... you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen!” He blurted out, holding a single wildflower in his hand. He held it up to you, his cheeks bright red. “Will you marry me when I grow up?”.

You blinked, taken aback by the boldness and sincerity in the boy’s confession. You bent down to his level, your smile soft and encouraging. “Oh, that’s very sweet of you. But, you know, marriage is a big deal, and you’re still so young.”.

The boy shook his head vigorously, undeterred. “I’ll be the best cook in the world when I’m older! I’ll make the best meals ever, just like you, miss! And I’ll build the biggest kitchen on a ship, just for you!”.

You smiled, touched by his earnestness. “That’s very ambitious of you. I’m sure you’ll be an incredible cook when you grow up. But maybe... focus on your training first, yeah?”.

Sanji’s lips curled into a slight smirk, but his eyes were full of a mixture of amusement and protectiveness. He stepped a little closer to you, a subtle way of putting his presence between you and the young admirer. “Oh? So, you’re going to be a cook, huh?” he said, crossing his arms over his chest, his voice teasing. “Well, let me tell you, kid, being the best chef in the world isn’t easy. You’ve got a long way to go before you can match up to someone as amazing as Y/n.".

The little boy puffed out his chest, looking up at Sanji with wide eyes. “I’ll do my best! I’ll train hard, and one day I’ll be the best cook, just like you!”.

Sanji chuckled, his protective nature kicking in, but also a little amused by the boy’s determination. “Well, kid, it takes more than just cooking to win someone’s heart. You’ll need to bring out the charm, just like I do.” Sanji winked dramatically, obviously proud of his skills in both cooking and charming people.

The boy’s eyes shone with excitement. “I’ll do that too! I’ll be strong, I’ll cook, and I’ll be charming just like you!”.

You smiled softly, reaching out to ruffle the boy’s hair. “You’ve got a lot of spirit. I’m sure you’ll do great things one day.”.

The boy looked up at you with determination in his eyes. “I’ll come back when I’m older, and then... I’ll be good enough to marry you!”.

Sanji’s eyes softened, but he couldn’t resist giving the boy a teasing glance. “You’ve got a lot of confidence for a little guy. But I’ll tell you one thing—nobody is taking Y/n from me. You’d better be prepared to work hard if you want to catch up to me.”.

The boy smiled, giving a salute with all the seriousness a child could muster. “I’ll be ready, I promise!”.

With that, the boy turned and ran off, disappearing into the distance. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him, his pirate hat flying off as he bolted away.

Sanji let out a small sigh, crossing his arms again. “Yohohoho... looks like I’ve got a little rival, huh?”.

You chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. “It’s cute, don’t you think? He’s got big dreams.”.

Sanji’s eyes softened, but his tone was firm. “I don’t care how cute it is. You’re mine, Y/n. No one’s going to steal you from me, not even some little kid who’s dreaming of being the best chef on the seas.”.

You smiled, touched by his protectiveness. “You don’t have to worry, Sanji. I’m right here with you.”.

Sanji grinned, his usual charm returning. “Of course you are. And don’t worry, Y/n, I’ll make sure to cook for you every day, all while keeping an eye on anyone who tries to swoop in.” He winked, pulling you closer with a mischievous smile. “You’re my treasure, and no one’s taking you from me.”.

You laughed, feeling the warmth of his affection as you walked with him toward the market. “You’re right, Sanji. I’m yours.”.

As the two of you continued on, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of love for him. No matter how many admirers came and went, Sanji would always be the one who captured your heart with his fiery passion for cooking and his tender care for you.

𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓸 𝓡𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓷:

The air was warm as the crew spent the afternoon on a quiet island, relaxing after a long stretch of adventure on the Grand Line. You and Robin had found a peaceful spot near a small seaside café, where the sound of waves mixed with the quiet chatter of locals enjoying their day. Robin was reading one of her treasured books, her posture relaxed as she leaned against the stone wall, her legs crossed underneath her. You were seated beside her, watching the world pass by, enjoying the rare moment of calm.

Robin’s fingers traced the edge of the pages gently, her expression soft as she absorbed the knowledge contained in the text. You could spend hours just watching her read — the way she was so absorbed in her books, lost to the world around her.

Everything felt perfect... until—

“Excuse me, miss?”.

You turned to see a small boy approaching, barely six or seven years old, with wide, curious eyes and a paper pirate hat atop his head. He was clutching something small in his hand.

You gave him a friendly smile. “Hello there. How can we help you?”.

The boy looked a bit nervous at first but then gathered his courage. “I, uh... I just wanted to tell you that you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” His voice was tentative, but he held his head high as if rehearsing something. “And I think you’re amazing. You should be a queen, or even a pirate king! I can’t let you sail the seas alone, so...”.

You blinked, surprised, and glanced at Robin for a moment. She hadn’t looked up from her book yet, but her posture had stiffened slightly. It was clear she was watching the interaction out of the corner of her eye.

The boy’s voice grew more confident as he pressed forward: “I want to marry you! When I grow up and become the best pirate, I’ll protect you. I’ll even build you a ship with a golden figurehead! You’ll never have to worry about anything again!”.

You were taken aback by how determined he sounded. “Well, thank you. That’s very sweet of you,” you said gently, trying to find the right words.

The boy continued, unphased, “I’ve been saving up my allowance, and I’m going to buy you a ring. When I’m older, I’ll come find you!”.

Robin finally looked up from her book, her lips twitching in amusement as she caught your eye. The corners of her mouth turned upward as she saw the adorable earnestness in the boy’s face.

You chuckled softly. “You’re very brave for someone so young, but I think you still have a lot of growing to do before we can think about that. Maybe come find me again when you’re older, and we’ll see what happens then?”.

The boy’s face lit up with hope. “I’ll do that! I won’t forget you, and I’ll make sure to become the best pirate ever!”.

With that, he handed you the small flower he had clutched in his hands — a wild daisy — and turned, running off with a proud swagger that belied his age.

You watched him go, holding the flower. “Well, that was... unexpected.”.

Robin closed her book with a soft smile, the teasing edge to her voice unmistakable. “He certainly has great ambition.”.

You glanced over at her. “I think he meant it. He really wants to be the best pirate to protect me.”.

Robin raised an eyebrow. “And you think you’ll be his treasure?” she asked, her voice light, but there was a certain possessiveness there that you noticed. A part of you knew that Robin, despite her calm demeanor, was fiercely protective — especially when it came to you.

“I don’t think he has a chance,” you teased, giving her a wink. “But he sure is determined. Do I have to worry about him challenging me to a duel when he’s older?”.

Robin smirked, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. “If he shows up with a treasure chest one day, I might have to start charging him for interest.”.

You laughed softly and leaned closer to her, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “No one could ever replace you, Robin.”.

She tilted her head, her expression softening, but there was still a hint of playfulness in her eyes. “I certainly hope not.”.

Then, almost as if on cue, she leaned in and kissed you, her lips warm against yours as if to claim you once more. When she pulled away, there was a slight smile on her face — one that was both knowing and fond. “You’re mine, and don’t you forget it.”.

You smiled, holding her hand gently. “I won’t forget. But if that kid ever grows up to be a famous pirate, I think we might need to keep an eye on him.”.

Robin chuckled and shook her head. “Well, he’ll have to get past me first.”.

𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴𝔂:

It was a sunny afternoon, the crew relaxing after a long journey through a particularly treacherous part of the Grand Line. Anemone Bay was a peaceful town, with bright buildings and a bustling port that made it a perfect spot to take a break. You and Franky were wandering through the streets, with Franky proudly showing off his latest “upgrades” to his robot arm — apparently, the hydraulics could now crush rocks with ease.

“CHECK IT OUT! I CALL IT… THE ‘FRANKY SMASHER 3000!’” Franky announced loudly, flexing his mechanical arm dramatically for anyone nearby to see.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m sure it’ll come in handy when we fight a bunch of rocks, but what else can it do?”.

“Well, besides smash rocks, it can crack open coconuts, open any door, and even hold a glass of water while I drink it. Multi-tasking at its finest!” Franky grinned, clearly pleased with his own ingenuity.

You shook your head in amusement as you strolled alongside him. “You’re something else, Franky.”.

Franky puffed out his chest with pride. “DARN STRAIGHT! I’m a masterpiece! The most amazing cyborg in the world! And you’re lucky to have me!”.

As you laughed and continued walking, a small voice suddenly interrupted your peace.

“Excuse me, miss?”.

You turned to see a little boy, around six or seven years old, running toward you. He was wearing a paper pirate hat that looked a little too big for his head, and his cheeks were flushed with excitement.

Franky’s posture immediately went from relaxed to alert, his gaze narrowing slightly as he turned to look at the kid. “Who’s this, huh?”.

The boy stopped in front of you, holding out a small, wilted flower with a shy smile. “I just wanted to say... you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I want to protect you and keep you safe from the bad guys. I’ll become a strong pirate and build the best ship in the world, just for you!”.

You blinked in surprise at his sincerity. “Oh, that’s really sweet of you,” you said gently, smiling at him. “Thank you.”.

The boy nodded seriously, then blurted out, “I want to marry you! When I’m grown up, I’ll be the strongest pirate, and I’ll be able to protect you and make sure nothing bad ever happens!”.

Franky’s mechanical arm clenched, and you could practically hear the gears turning in his mind.

The boy handed you the wilted flower with both hands, his eyes wide with excitement. “I’ll build a ship with a super powerful cannon just for you! I’ll even put your name on it! You’ll never have to worry about anything again!”.

You chuckled at his enthusiasm. “You sure are confident! But maybe you should wait a little while to work on those plans... I think you still have a lot of growing up to do.”.

The boy puffed out his chest, undeterred. “I’ll do it! I’ll work hard, and when I’m big, I’ll come back and marry you. You’ll see!”.

He turned and ran off, his pirate hat flying behind him as he disappeared into the distance.

You watched him go, a fond smile on your face. “Well, that was unexpected.”.

Franky’s eyes narrowed, and his arm shifted as if preparing for battle. “Did you see that, [Y/N]? He wants you to be his treasure...”.

You glanced at him and grinned. “Don’t worry, Franky. He’s just a little kid.”.

“Little kid?!” Franky practically shouted. “I’ve built a hundred different kinds of ships, but no one’s gonna take away MY treasure!”.

You raised an eyebrow. “Your treasure?”.

Franky crossed his arms over his chest, clearly getting worked up. “Yeah! You’re my treasure, Y/n! And nobody is gonna steal you from me! Not some little kid with a wilted flower, not even if he’s got the coolest pirate ship in the world!”.

You laughed, reaching out and patting his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere, Franky. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”.

Franky’s face flushed, and he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah, well, I just... I’m super protective of what’s mine, y’know? You’re the best, Y/n, and I’m not letting anyone get the wrong idea.”.

You chuckled, leaning up to press a quick kiss on his cheek. “I think that little boy’s got some growing to do before he can compete with you.”.

“Yeah, well, if he tries to build a ship to impress you, I’ll build a thousand better ones, each with a super powerful cannon!” Franky grinned, flexing his mechanical arm.

You shook your head in amusement. “I’m pretty sure that kid’s already got a head start on his candy stash. He was really serious about that ring thing.”.

“Well, we’ll just see who can out-pirate who,” Franky said with a smirk, pulling you in closer. “But for now... you’re my treasure, and I’m keeping you safe. No one’s taking you from me. No one.”.

You smiled, snuggling up to him as the sun dipped below the horizon. “I’m yours, Franky. Always.”.

𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓴:

The crew had docked at a small island, with the sun beginning to dip low on the horizon, casting an orange glow across the beach. You, along with Brook, were enjoying the fresh air, strolling leisurely along the shoreline. The waves lapped softly against the sand, and the sound of the sea breeze rustled through the palm trees, creating a perfect atmosphere for a peaceful walk.

Brook, as always, was in a chipper mood, strumming his beloved violin. His music filled the air, a cheerful tune that seemed to make the world around him brighter.

“♪ Yohohoho! Is this not the most wonderful day, Y/n?” Brook asked, his skull grinning wide. “With a fine ocean breeze, a bit of the sunset, and my magnificent music, what more could we possibly need?”.

You smiled at him, your heart warming as you listened to his carefree voice. “I can’t think of anything better,” you said, walking alongside him. The rhythm of his violin brought a sense of calm to the island, and it felt like the perfect moment to just enjoy his company.

But the peaceful atmosphere didn’t last long, as a small voice piped up from behind you.

“Excuse me, sir, miss?”.

You and Brook turned in unison, startled by the sudden interruption. Standing in front of you was a little boy, probably no older than six, with messy hair, a pirate hat that was clearly too big for him, and an expression full of earnest determination. His cheeks were rosy, and his eyes shone with confidence far beyond his years.

Brook immediately straightened up, his eyes lighting up. “Ah, it’s a fan! Yohohoho! What brings you to the mighty crew of the Thousand Sunny?”.

The little boy hesitated for a moment, his hands clutching something behind his back. “I, uh... I wanted to tell you that... you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” His voice was shaky but sincere.

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden declaration. “Oh... that’s very sweet of you, little one,” you said gently.

The boy stepped forward, his hand coming from behind his back to reveal a small wildflower — the kind that grew in the cracks of the stone path. “And I want to marry you when I grow up!” he announced, his voice full of childish conviction. “I’ll build the best ship in the world, just for you. With a giant treasure chest! And I’ll make sure to protect you from the bad guys! And we’ll have all the adventures you could ever want!”.

Brook’s eyes widened dramatically, and he put his violin down, adjusting his bone structure as if preparing for a showdown. “Yohohoho! A bold offer, indeed! But I must say...” He bent slightly toward the boy, his deep, booming voice full of flair, “You might be competing with someone who has already claimed that title...”.

The boy’s eyes went wide with curiosity, unsure of what Brook meant. “You mean... you?”.

Brook nodded grandly. “That’s right! For I, the great and powerful Brook, am already the most charming skeleton on the seas! And, as it turns out... my dear Y/n is my one and only treasure!” He placed a hand over his bony chest and struck a dramatic pose, looking every bit the showman he was.

The little boy looked between you and Brook, processing the information. Then, his face scrunched up in determination. “No! I’ll be stronger than you one day! And I’ll win Y/n’s heart with my grand pirate ship!”.

“Oh no you won’t, kiddo!” Brook said, suddenly pulling out a bouquet of roses he had somehow managed to hide. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to steal away my one and only! I can sing love songs that’ll make their heart skip a beat!” He struck a dramatic pose with his bouquet, looking like he was about to burst into a ballad.

You let out a laugh at the sight of Brook, so absurd and yet so endearing, doing everything he could to hold his ground against the little boy’s bold declaration.

The child, noticing Brook’s antics, hesitated for a moment, clearly thinking it over. Finally, he shrugged, looking at you with a soft smile. “Okay, maybe I’ll come back and try again when I’m bigger.”.

Brook, not one to lose a competition, gave him a victorious smile. “You’d better be ready, little one! Yohohoho!”.

The boy waved goodbye, his little feet carrying him down the path. You watched as he disappeared into the distance, the bouquet of roses still held in Brook’s hands.

Brook turned to you, a wide grin on his face. “See? I told you. No one could ever take my treasure from me.”.

You shook your head with a smile, amused by Brook’s over-the-top reaction. “You really do know how to make an impression, don’t you, Brook?”.

He puffed out his chest proudly, his grin widening. “Of course! A treasure like you deserves only the finest!”.

You chuckled and playfully nudged him. “Well, I think you’ve got some competition when it comes to serenading, but you’re still my favorite skeleton.”.

Brook immediately went into a dramatic bow. “Yohohoho! That’s the best compliment I’ve ever received! And don’t worry, my dear Y/n, you’re stuck with me forever!”.

You laughed again, your heart swelling as you realized how lucky you were to have such a lovable, charming, and hilarious companion by your side. “I’m lucky to have you too, Brook.”.

Brook straightened up with an even bigger grin, if that was even possible. “And no matter what happens, Y/n, my love for you will always be strong—stronger than any ship on the seas! Yohohoho!”.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words as you continued to walk along the beach with him. Whatever the future held, you knew one thing for sure: Brook’s heart, like his skeleton, was as unbreakable as it was full of love.

𝓙𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓮:

It was a quiet evening on a peaceful island, with the sun just dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. The crew had decided to spend the night resting after a long journey, and the mood was light and calm. You found yourself walking alongside Jinbe, your steps matching his as the two of you strolled down the sandy path by the beach. The sounds of the waves crashing softly against the shore filled the air, and for a moment, it felt as though the world was at peace.

Jinbe, with his calm and serene demeanor, had been your constant companion throughout your adventures. His protective nature and wisdom had made him someone you trusted completely, and you couldn’t help but feel at ease whenever he was around.

You glanced up at him as you walked. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a moment like this, huh?”.

Jinbe nodded, his gaze calm as ever. “Yes, it’s nice to have some peace. The sea has its moments of tranquility, just as we do. Sometimes it’s important to appreciate the stillness.”.

“I couldn’t agree more,” you said, smiling softly as you walked beside him.

The two of you continued along the beach, enjoying the quiet, but your peaceful stroll was interrupted by a small voice that suddenly called out to you.

“Excuse me!”.

You stopped and turned to see a young boy, no older than six, rushing toward you. His hair was messy, and he was wearing a makeshift pirate hat that looked like it had been crafted from scraps of cloth. His face was flushed with determination, and his eyes sparkled with confidence.

Jinbe immediately placed a protective hand near his waist, his brow furrowing slightly, but not in anger—just a sign of caution. You recognized that look well; Jinbe always had a watchful eye when it came to anyone approaching you.

The boy stopped in front of you, his small chest puffed out as if he were facing a great challenge. “Excuse me, miss! I just wanted to say...” He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, then blurted out, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen! I want to marry you!”.

You blinked in surprise, taken aback by his boldness. “Oh, my... well, that’s very sweet of you,” you said gently, trying to smile at him. “But you’re a bit young to be thinking about marriage, don’t you think?”.

The boy shook his head vigorously, not deterred. “No! I’m going to become the best pirate in the world, and I’ll build the best ship ever, just for you! I’ll even make it big enough to sail across the whole world with you! And I’ll protect you from all the bad guys!”.

Jinbe’s expression softened at the boy’s words, though his protective instincts were still evident. He leaned in slightly and placed a firm, but gentle hand on your shoulder. “You seem to have made quite the impression, Y/n,” he said with a slight chuckle, his voice deep and warm.

You laughed softly, your heart warming at the boy’s earnestness. “That’s very kind of you. But I’m afraid there’s still a lot of growing up for you to do before that becomes possible.”.

The boy seemed to consider your words for a moment, his eyes narrowing in thought. “I will! I’ll get stronger and stronger, and then I’ll come back and win your heart!”.

Jinbe, who had been silent until then, spoke with a calm and understanding voice, his tone filled with wisdom. “You have great ambition, little one. But remember, there’s much more to becoming a strong person than just building ships and becoming a pirate. The heart and mind need just as much care.”.

The boy looked up at Jinbe, his expression one of awe and respect. “You’re right! I’ll become strong not just for Y/n, but to protect everyone! That’s what pirates do, right?”.

Jinbe smiled gently, his wisdom and strength undeniable. “Indeed, young one. Pirates protect the ones they care about. But remember, strength is not just in muscles or ships—it’s in the courage to do what’s right.”.

The boy nodded solemnly, though there was a twinkle in his eye as he held out the small flower he had picked for you. “I’ll bring you a bigger one next time. When I’m older, I’ll come back, and I’ll be strong enough to protect you. I promise!”.

You took the flower from him, feeling touched by his sincerity. “Thank you. I’ll look forward to that day. But for now, I think you should keep focusing on your dreams.”.

With a determined grin, the boy turned and ran off, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll be the best pirate, you’ll see!”.

As you watched him disappear, you couldn’t help but smile. “He’s got a lot of heart.”.

Jinbe’s gaze softened as he turned to you, his tone calm and steady. “He does. But you are not just anyone’s treasure, Y/n. You are my treasure.”.

You blinked, slightly surprised by the quiet intensity in his voice. “Jinbe...”.

He smiled at you, his eyes full of warmth and affection. “I will always protect you, no matter what. No child, no matter how sincere, will be able to sway me. My heart belongs to you.”.

You felt a wave of affection for him, his strength, his kindness, and his wisdom. “I know, Jinbe. And I’m grateful for you. I couldn’t ask for a better protector.”.

He gave you a gentle smile, placing a large, warm hand on your shoulder. “You are safe with me, Y/n. Always.”.

And as you continued walking along the beach, side by side with Jinbe, you couldn’t help but feel the peace that came from knowing he would always have your back, no matter what. His heart, as vast and strong as the sea, was yours to share.