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One Month With You

In the final month of your life, you cherishes fleeting moments with your crew, hiding a terminal illness until only memories—and a letter—remain.

red hair pirates x reader | whitebeard pirates x reader | strawhats x reader | ONE SHOT tags: angst, sfw, ooc, major character death, grief, terminal illness a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward word count: 2.6k

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RED HAIR PIRATES

The sea was calm that morning, the kind of quiet that made even the waves seem to hold their breath. The deck of the Red Force was alive with chatter and light laughter, but you stood by the railing, letting the wind sweep through your hair. Your fingers curled around the wood, your gaze far off—not at the horizon, but somewhere past it.

One month. That’s what Hongo told you when he unknowingly confirmed your own suspicions. You’d been hiding the worsening symptoms for months—fatigue that sank deep into your bones, the relentless pain in your chest, the occasional blood you’d spit out into the sea, unnoticed.

You knew he’d figure it out eventually. He was too good not to.

But you hadn’t expected him to burst into your quarters the night before, shaking with barely restrained panic.

“What the hell is this?!” Hongo had yelled, thrusting a tattered medical report into your hands. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say something?!”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “Because I didn’t want to be watched like a ghost who hasn’t died yet.”

Silence. Deafening.

“...You have a month, Y/N, maybe less. You’re—” His voice cracked. “You’re dying, and you're acting like it's nothing?”

“I have a month, Hongo,” you had said quietly. “Please… just let me have it. Don’t tell the others. Let me spend it with them. Please.”

He didn't answer for a long time. When he finally did, it was with a whisper: “You’re a fucking idiot.” But he pulled you into a hug and didn’t let go until your shoulders stopped shaking.

From that day, you lived more fiercely than ever. You laughed at Shanks’ dumb jokes and drank with him until the world blurred. You challenged Benn to silent stargazing contests, betting on how many shooting stars you’d catch. You dragged Limejuice to island carnivals and flirted shamelessly until his face burned red. You played cards with Hongo, even when your hands trembled too much to hold them.

They all noticed. The Red-Haired Pirates weren’t stupid.

“You’re real clingy lately,” Limejuice teased one night, bumping your shoulder with his. “You sure you’re not sick or something?”

You smiled, heart twisting. “Would you be mad if I said I might be?”

He laughed, oblivious. “Nah. I’d carry you myself if you keeled over.”

You didn’t say anything. Just leaned into his warmth.

Shanks was the hardest. He noticed too much. Noticed how often you disappeared below deck when the coughing fits hit, how your eyes stayed on the ocean longer than they should have.

“You thinking of leaving us?” he asked once, half-joking.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “No,” you lied.

Benn just watched. Always watched. He didn’t say much, but you could feel his eyes lingering on you, searching. You gave him your brightest smiles.

The day you left, the crew didn’t know.

You made breakfast with Chef-level effort, joking with the kitchen staff, slipping kisses to Limejuice's cheek and hugging Shanks tighter than ever. You sat with Benn for hours on the deck, your head on his shoulder, watching the sun creep across the sky.

“I think you’re my favorite,” you whispered, teasing.

He snorted. “Don’t let Shanks hear that.”

He didn’t know that was the last time he’d feel your heartbeat against his side.

That night, you slipped away. A letter for each of them tucked under your pillow. A note for Hongo too:

"Thank you—for letting me pretend I wasn’t dying. I love you all too much to say goodbye."

Morning broke in chaos.

“Where the hell is Y/N?!” Limejuice shouted, tearing through the ship.

“They’re not in the galley, or the crow’s nest!” Benn called out, panic rising in his usually calm voice.

Shanks was quiet, unusually still, staring at the empty hammock where your scent still lingered.

The notes were found soon after. One by one, hands shaking as they read your last words.

You didn’t say goodbye, but each letter bled with love.

“To Shanks — Thank you for making me feel like I belonged in the stars.”

“To Benn — You saw through me. Thank you for not saying anything.”

“To Limejuice — Thank you for reminding me how fun life could be.”

“To Hongo — I’m sorry I made you carry this alone. Thank you for letting me be selfish.”

They thought you ran. Were taken. Benn demanded a search party. Shanks was pale, silent, gripping your letter so tight his knuckles bled. Limejuice punched a wall. Hongo said nothing—for two days.

And then, he snapped.

He threw your medical file onto the table during a heated meeting, eyes wild. “They didn’t leave!....They died. And...I let them.”

The room fell to a breathless silence.

“You knew?” Benn whispered.

“They had a month. They begged me to let them spend it with us, like nothing was wrong. And I let them lie.”

Shanks stumbled back, as if struck. “No. No, they were… they were fine.”

“They were dying, Shanks! They couldn’t breathe without pain, they were—” Hongo’s voice cracked. “They spent their last strength loving us.”

No one spoke.

Limejuice fell to his knees. “We didn’t even say goodbye.”

Later that night, Shanks sat by the railing where you always stood.

“I hope you’re watching the stars from up close now, Y/N,” he murmured, tears streaking his face. “Because we’ll never stop looking for you in them.”

WHITEBEARD PIRATES

You’d always imagined dying quietly, maybe on an empty shore, wrapped in salt and wind. But fate had other plans. Your end would come not with isolation—but surrounded by laughter, drink, and the stubborn, unbearable warmth of the Whitebeard Pirates.

The diagnosis came on a cold, cloudy day—so ordinary it felt like a betrayal.

You'd passed out during training. Woke up with Marco’s worried face looming over you. He’d examined you in complete silence. But his shaking hands and tight jaw told you everything.

“It’s not good, is it?” you asked, voice barely a whisper.

“No,” Marco had said, the word cracking as it left him. “It’s... terminal. A rare degeneration of the lungs and heart. I don’t—there’s nothing I can do.”

You didn’t cry. Instead, you laughed. “So, what—you’re saying I won’t outlive my goldfish?”

He didn't laugh. He looked like he’d been stabbed. “You have a month. Maybe.”

You made him promise to keep it secret.

Just him and Whitebeard.

When Oyaji found out, he sat beside your bed and gripped your hand with those massive, shaking fingers. “You are my child,” he rumbled. “And if this is your last voyage… then let it be the greatest of your life.”

You had never cried before. But you cried then.

From that day, you threw yourself into every moment.

Ace was all fire and impulse, but when he was around you, something softer flickered beneath the surface. He took to dragging you along for sparring matches, even when you claimed your muscles ached.

“I need a challenge,” he’d smirk, sweat glistening down his neck.

“You just want to show off,” you’d tease, raising your fists anyway.

He was always careful not to hit you too hard. Not that you said anything—but he seemed to know. When you tripped one day, coughing blood into your sleeve when he wasn’t looking, he’d jogged over, helping you up without a word. His hand lingered on your arm just a second too long.

That night, you sat beside him, both of you perched on the edge of the ship with your legs dangling into the air.

“You’re weird lately,” he mumbled, eyes on the moon.

You bumped his shoulder with yours. “Just thinking how lucky I am.”

He blinked at you. “To be with us?”

“To be with you,” you said, gently. And he froze, eyes wide, like he didn’t know what to do with that.

“…You’re gonna break my heart, aren’t you?” he whispered.

You smiled, because you already had.

Izo became your confidant without even knowing it. With every eyeliner flick and matching kimono, you gave yourself permission to feel alive. They would hum as they painted your face, hands warm against your cheeks.

“You’re glowing,” they said once, adjusting the red ribbon they tied in your hair.

“Death becomes me, huh?” you joked, and they slapped your arm, scandalized.

“You joke about dying too much.”

You didn’t mean to, but your voice cracked. “It’s easier than pretending I’m not scared.”

Their fingers paused, lips parting. “…Are you scared?”

You looked at them in the mirror, the shimmer of gold powder across your eyelids catching the light. “Yeah,” you said. “But not when I’m with you.”

They smiled then, a bit sad, and leaned in to kiss your temple. “Then let’s live like hell until we drop, dear.”

Thatch was joy personified. It was impossible to be sad around him for long, and that’s what made it hurt worse.

He caught you sneaking dessert at 2 a.m. once and acted like you’d committed a crime.

“Oh-ho! So this is where my pudding went!”

“Your pudding? I thought it had my name on it.”

“I’ll accept bribes in the form of kisses or cleaning dishes.”

You kissed his cheek, and he nearly dropped the bowl.

Every stolen moment in the kitchen became a memory—dancing while covered in flour, whipped cream fights, drunken baking experiments that ended in fire. You’d laughed so hard your sides hurt, even as your lungs begged you to stop.

“You’re making memories,” he said one night, tousling your hair. “That’s what this is. You’ve been clingy lately. Like you’re trying to make every second count.”

You froze, the spoon halfway to your mouth. “…Would you hate me if I was?”

He blinked. “Nah. I’d probably try to hold on tighter.”

You didn’t tell him then. Just leaned into his side and let him talk about his dream of opening a cake café after he retires.

You knew you’d never see it.

Marco was the one who saw the cracks, and it destroyed him. You kept him close because you trusted him most—and that made it hurt more.

You caught him once crying at your door. He didn’t think you were awake.

You opened it, silently wrapped your arms around him, and whispered, “I’m still here.”

“You shouldn’t be this calm,” he rasped into your shoulder.

“I’m terrified,” you admitted. “But I’d rather spend what time I have being loved than dying slowly in a bed.”

He pulled back, staring at you with reddened eyes. “You could have told them.”

“They’d look at me like I was already dead.”

He said nothing, and you reached up to cup his cheek. “Promise me… promise you’ll wait. Let me leave on my own terms.”

“…Okay,” he whispered. “But I’ll hate you for it.”

You kissed his forehead. “I hope you do.”

You left them on a quiet morning.

Then you slipped away, leaving only a bundle of letters on Marco’s desk.

Your final message was simple:

“Don’t let them hate me for this. Please. Just let them think I ran.”

The ship erupted into panic by nightfall.

Ace punched through a wall. “They’re gone?! What do you mean GONE?”

Izo ran through the corridors, calling your name until their voice broke.

Thatch turned the kitchen inside out like he expected you to be hiding in the cupboards, laughing.

Marco couldn’t speak.

He stood at the rail, gripping the wood so hard it splintered beneath his fingers.

Whitebeard stood behind him, silent, his massive shadow cast across the deck like a shroud.

“Do I tell them?” Marco rasped.

“No,” Whitebeard rumbled. “Not yet. Let them rage. Let them mourn in their own way.”

“But—”

“They wouldn’t understand it now,” he said. “Wait.”

A week passed. Then two.

No sign of you.

Your room remained untouched. Your absence echoed louder than any cannon fire.

They scoured islands. Questioned strangers. Considered kidnappers, Marines, even betrayal.

Ace refused to accept it. “They wouldn’t leave us! Not without a word. Not without—something.”

He went to Marco, desperate. “You know something. Tell me.”

Marco finally broke.

He gave Ace your letter.

Ace read it once. Then again and again. Then crumpled to the ground, screaming into his fists.

“They died?! All this time—they were dying?!”

Marco stood frozen, guilt crawling like acid beneath his skin.

“They didn’t want you to mourn them before they were gone,” he whispered. “They wanted to be loved, not pitied.”

Ace couldn’t answer. He just sobbed, curled around your crumpled letter like it could still warm him.

That night, Whitebeard gathered his sons and daughters.

He read your letters aloud. One by one. Each one aching with truth, memory, and love.

“To Ace — You made me feel alive, even when I was already halfway gone.” “To Izo — Thank you for making me beautiful when I felt invisible.” “To Thatch — You made every day sweeter, even the ones I didn’t think I’d survive.” “To Marco — Thank you for holding my secret when it crushed you. I love you most for that.” “To Oyaji — You gave me a family when I had nothing left. Thank you… for letting me die a Whitebeard Pirate.”

By the end, the deck was silent.

No sobs. Just breathless grief.

They didn’t throw a funeral.

They held a feast.

Not because they weren’t mourning—but because they knew you’d hate to see them broken.

They told stories. Passed your favorite drink around. Laughed, cried, and danced with ghosts.

And when the fire died down, Ace stared at the embers and whispered, “I hope you found peace, flame-heart.”

STRAWHAT PIRATES

You didn’t plan on dying at sea, but the Grand Line has a way of making plans for you. The first signs were subtle: a lingering fatigue you chalked up to busy days, aches you blamed on training, the dull pain in your side that you laughed off when Chopper asked if you were okay.

You knew before he did. Deep down, your body had been whispering the truth long before the words made it onto paper.

It wasn’t until you collapsed in the hallway between the kitchen and the infirmary that Chopper realized something was seriously wrong. When you woke up, it was to the sterile smell of the medical bay and his wide, terrified eyes.

“I ran every test,” he said, voice trembling. “And then I ran them again. It’s… it’s bad. Really bad.”

You nodded. Your throat was too dry to answer.

“I—I can’t fix it. Not with what we have on board. Maybe if we got to a major medical port, but even then, I don’t know if—”

You reached out, resting a hand on his tiny shoulder. “How long?”

He hesitated, ears flattening. “A month. Maybe.”

You didn’t cry. Not then. Not even when he begged to tell the others.

“No. Please. Let me have this. Just a month, Chopper.”

“They’ll never forgive me.”

“They will,” you said. “If they knew now, it’d ruin everything. I don’t want pity. I want memories.”

So you began to live. Fully, recklessly, as if the pain eating away at you was just a shadow at your back.

You started with Sanji. He was the easiest to be around, the one whose affection was loud and constant. Every meal became a moment: you insisted on helping in the kitchen, even when he protested. You chopped vegetables until your hands hurt, stirred sauces while leaning against him, snuck little bites when he wasn’t looking.

“You’re here a lot lately,” he said one afternoon, handing you a bowl of soup.

“I like watching you work,” you replied.

He grinned. “You trying to steal my heart, love?”

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Maybe.”

He went quiet for a beat. Then, more softly, “You look at me like you’re memorizing my face.”

You didn’t answer. Just smiled.

Zoro came next. You sparred with him almost every day now, ignoring the way your lungs burned, the way your legs shook. He didn’t say anything the first time you collapsed mid-match, just silently carried you to the infirmary.

“You’re pushing too hard,” he said.

“I need to,” you whispered.

“Why?”

You looked at him, really looked. “Because I don’t want to forget what it feels like to fight beside you.”

He frowned. “You’re acting like you’re running out of time.”

You forced a smile. “Aren’t we all?”

That night, he found you on the deck, staring at the stars.

He sat beside you, arms crossed. “You’re not saying something. I don’t like it.”

“I’m just tired.”

“I’d carry you, if you asked.”

Your heart ached. “I know.”

Luffy was harder.

He didn’t notice at first. You were careful around him—too careful. You laughed with him during meals, ran across islands with him, challenged him to stupid games on the deck. But he began to notice the way you lingered during hugs. The way you stared at him too long. The way your smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes.

One evening, you lay beside him on the figurehead, watching the horizon.

He turned his head toward you. “Are you gonna leave?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You look like you’re saying goodbye.”

You looked away. “I’m not. Not yet.”

He was quiet for a while. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t want to either.”

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and didn’t let go until you both fell asleep.

ou made time for everyone else too.

With Nami, you spent lazy afternoons in the library, pretending to study charts. She taught you how to draw maps. You traced the oceans of the world with your fingers and imagined places you’d never see.

“You’re getting good at this,” she said.

“I want to leave something behind,” you murmured.

She didn’t understand then. But she would.

Usopp was a light in the dark. You asked for bedtime stories, exaggerated tales of heroism and romance. He performed them with full sound effects, arms flailing, voice booming.

“You always laugh now,” he noted one night.

“It’s easy, when I’m with you.”

He blushed, scratching the back of his head. “You’re acting like I’m the best part of your day.”

You smiled. “You are.”

Robin gave you quiet comfort. She didn’t ask questions. She simply read to you, let you rest your head in her lap, brushed your hair back from your face.

“You’re calm,” you told her.

“You’re storming,” she replied.

You didn’t deny it.

Franky built you a swing on the back of the Sunny, facing the sea. You spent hours there, feet brushing over the waves, eyes on the endless blue.

“Super chill, right?” he said, adjusting the ropes.

You nodded. “It’s perfect.”

He caught your hand before he left. “You’re not okay.”

You looked up at him. “No.”

“Okay,” he said, voice tight. “You don’t have to be.”

Brook played lullabies for you. Sweet, simple things. You danced with him once, slow and clumsy.

“If I still had a heart,” he said softly, “I think it would ache.”

You rested your head against his chest. “Mine already does.”

Chopper was breaking. Every day, he looked at you like you were already fading. You caught him crying in the storage room once, holding one of your jackets.

“I can’t do this,” he whispered.

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, hugging him.

“I hate lying.”

“I know.”

You waited until they docked at a small island for supplies.

You left at dawn.

Left behind the stargazer chair. The flowered book. The slingshot. The meals. The love.

Left behind a stack of letters in Chopper’s room.

When the crew realized you were gone, Luffy panicked first.

“They wouldn’t leave! They’d never leave!”

Zoro was already on the dock, scanning the shoreline. Sanji lit a cigarette with shaking fingers.

They searched the island. They waited at the ship. They called for you until their voices cracked.

You didn’t come back.

That night, Chopper gathered them in the infirmary.

“I didn’t want to break the promise,” he said, voice trembling. “But… they’re gone. They were dying.”

No one moved.

“…What?”

“They only had a month. They asked me to let them live… without pity.”

Nami burst into tears. "They should’ve told us,”

Zoro punched the wall.

Luffy stood in stunned silence, until he screamed your name into the ocean wind.

They read your letters together. All huddled in the infirmary, hearts shattered.

“To Sanji — You made me feel wanted, even when I felt like a ghost.” “To Zoro — You were my anchor. I always knew where I stood when I was beside you.” “To Luffy — Thank you for being the sun. I needed the light more than you’ll ever know.” “To the Crew — You made me part of a family. You made me more than a dying story.”

They held a quiet vigil on the deck.

Brook played your song one last time. Robin scattered petals into the sea. Chopper lit a lantern and let it drift across the water.

They stayed on that island for days.

Then, they sailed forward—quieter, heavier—but with your memory in their hearts.

You were their nakama.

You were their heart.

You always would be.

Hi! Can you please do a reader that has a beauty at the same level as Hancock, and like some big names in pirates and marines are in to her. ( It's like a harem) And by the way she's a straw hats. That's all, thank you 😋

ohh! this is a nice idea! i hope u like this!

Queen of Chaos?

At the Grand Pirate Festival, your legendary beauty turns the entire world — pirates, warlords, and marines alike — into a chaotic, simping mess.

var! one piece x reader | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, oocs, sfw, harem, chaotic

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 1.7k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The Grand Pirate Festival, held once a decade on the neutral grounds of Fullalead Island, was in full swing — a dizzying mess of fireworks, endless banquets, and drunk pirates staggering from booth to booth.

The Straw Hat crew strolled through the chaos, you right at their center, laughing at Usopp's drunken juggling and dodging Sanji's hearts floating around his head. Your beauty — infamous across the seas — was enough to stop even the wildest pirates in their tracks.

Tonight was no different. If anything, the chaos was worse. Because everyone was here.

And everyone was looking at you.

“Oi, Y/N, stick close, yeah?” Zoro muttered, eyes sweeping the crowds warily, hand lightly resting on his sword hilt. Even though he was notoriously laid-back, there was something in his gaze that said I’ll end you to anyone who dared look at you for too long.

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “Relax, Zo~. They’re just looking. Nothing to worry about.”

“You act like she's not the most gorgeous thing on the island,” Sanji swooned, literally spinning around you in a circle like a lovesick fool. “My sweet Y/N-chwaan! Let me be your guard, your knight, your eternal—”

You gave him a small, amused smile but said nothing. Zoro, however, wasn’t having it. He shoved Sanji aside, muttering something about “too much sugar in your system.”

“Back off, curly-brow,” Zoro grunted, tugging you closer by the wrist almost possessively.

You just laughed, amused by their antics.

But then the real chaos started.

“Oi, Luffy! DAHAHAHA”

A loud, cheerful voice called out. You turned — and saw a man waving a sake bottle.

Shanks.

The Red-Hair Pirates were approaching.

And Shanks' eyes, bright and mischievous, were fixed directly on you.

“Well, well, well,” he grinned lazily, stepping close enough you could smell the sake on his breath. “You didn’t tell me you had someone this stunning on your crew, Luffy.”

He bent down slightly, his gaze sweeping over you with clear admiration.

“You free later, sweetheart? I think the stars would look better with you under 'em.”

“Hey, that's not fair, captain, you’re hogging her already!” Lime Juice complained, elbowing past, his grin just as shameless. “Let me have a shot!”

“Feh,” Benn Beckman exhaled smoke, giving you a long, appreciative look. Even the normally stoic first mate cracked a half-smile at you. “Gotta admit, even I’m tempted to ditch the booze for a dance.”

You blinked, caught between laughing and being slightly overwhelmed.

Then it got worse.

From the opposite end of the plaza, a booming voice interrupted.

“MAMAMA~MA! WHO IS THAT BEAUTIFUL GIRL?!”

You could hear Big Mom’s voice booming from across the plaza, followed by the thunderous approach of her children. Perospero was the first to make his way over, his usual air of arrogance only intensified by his infatuation.

“Charmed, darling~! You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he purred, reaching out to offer you an impossibly large tray of sweets. “Care for some delicacies?”

“I’m good,” you said politely, although you couldn’t help but chuckle as he continued to follow you like a lost puppy.

Katakuri, who stood behind him, was much less vocal but clearly just as entranced. His gaze never left you, and even his calm demeanor was cracking. He awkwardly cleared his throat, still not able to tear his eyes away from you.

You caught his gaze and smiled playfully. “You’re not bad-looking either,” you teased, giving him a wink.

His face turned red for a brief second, before he turned sharply and walked away in a hurry, leaving a very confused Perospero behind.

You gave a tiny, apologetic smile, scratching your cheek. You didn’t mean to be a magnet for attention.

But it wasn’t over yet.

The Warlords were here too.

Mihawk, Doflamingo, Crocodile, and…

Boa Hancock.

You felt the intensity immediately.

Hancock’s stare burned holes through your head.

"Who dares…" she hissed, crossing her arms, glaring at you like you'd personally offended her. "Who dares to outshine me?! Do you know who I am?!"

You tilted your head, smiling lazily at her — completely amused.

You had no intention of competing with her.

But it was hilarious how serious she took it.

Hancock bristled visibly.

Meanwhile, Mihawk approached, his cape billowing dramatically behind him. He simply stood in front of you, staring, hawk-like eyes unreadable.

“You,” he said at last, voice deep, almost admiring.

“You have a dangerous aura, There’s something about you."

You tilted your head, giving him a soft, mysterious smile. “Maybe that’s just my natural charm.”

Doflamingo was far less subtle. his hands on his pockets as usual, eyes scanning your figure with a look that could only be described as both calculating and interested.

He threw an arm casually around your shoulders, laughing, ignoring Sanji’s shriek of rage from somewhere behind you.

“Fufufufu~… How about ditching the kiddie table and coming with me, babe? I’ll show you a real good time.”

He got a faceful of Zoro’s sword hilt and a furious Nami slapping his hand off you before you could even respond.

Crocodile stood back, eyeing you thoughtfully from under his cigar smoke, offering you a slow, thin smile like he was plotting something dangerous.

“Not interested in brats, huh?” he said smoothly. “Good. You deserve someone…seasoned.”

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from bursting out laughing.

The Whitebeard Pirates weren’t to be left out, and soon, the unmistakable figure of Whitebeard himself appeared at the edge of the festival. His massive frame was a sight to behold, and behind him, his crew was just as loud and rowdy as ever.

“woah~ look at this beauty-yoi” Marco said, a playful glint in his eyes. “You’ve certainly got everyone’s attention tonight, haven’t you?”

You smiled, giving him a knowing look. “I guess I can’t help it.”

Ace, ever the charmer, spotted you almost immediately and made a beeline for you. “Well, well, looks like my brother's crew have a beauty among them,” he said, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “You’ve got everyone at this festival wrapped around your little finger.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Seems like it. And I’m only getting started.”

“I can see why everyone’s after you, but they’d better step aside. I’ve already got dibs,” Ace continued, clearly enjoying himself.

Whitebeard himself gave a hearty laugh, slapping Ace on the back with enough force to send him stumbling forward.

And then there were the Beasts Pirates — or, more accurately, King and Queen, both leering from a distance.

“Pretty thing like that… should be on our side,” Queen slobbered, nudging King.

King just grunted, his red eyes glinting — but the stare he gave you was intense enough to count as flirting.

Heart Pirates weren’t any better.

“Trafalgar Law” tried to act cool, leaning against a wall, arms crossed.

But when you smiled at him, he actually choked on his own words and looked away, cheeks turning faintly pink.

Bepo padded up helpfully.

"Captain thinks you're very pretty!" he said loudly.

Law smacked him on the head, mortified.

"Shut up, Bepo!"

You covered your mouth to hide your giggles.

Even Eustass Kid, the angry, metal-covered mess, stomped over and glared down at you.

“Tch. Pretty people are annoying,” he grumbled.

But then he shoved a flower (a very crushed, mangled flower) into your hand and stomped away, muttering under his breath.

You stared at it, utterly bewildered.

Luffy howled with laughter.

And of course, your own crew was a disaster.

Sanji, in his usual fervor, was flipping out, his eyes barely visible behind his hearts. “Y/N-chwaaan! Please tell me I’m the only one worthy of your love!” he wailed dramatically, ignoring the fact that everyone was staring at you with hunger in their eyes.

Zoro just stood there, arms crossed, glaring at anyone who dared to approach you. His hand was on the hilt of his sword, ready to defend you at a moment’s notice. “You’re not getting anywhere near her,” he muttered under his breath.

Usopp was bouncing around, chest puffed out as if to say “I’ll protect Y/N from all these fools.” He was quick to start claiming that he, as the “Great Sniper Usopp,” was the only one worthy of guarding your heart.

Luffy — bless him — just laughed and slung an arm around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"She’s our nakama! You can't have her!" he declared proudly.

Nami, on the other hand, had already started haggling for a better deal on all the gifts you were getting. “Wow, you must be so useful,” she said to Mihawk, smiling as she held up a massive diamond necklace you’d just been handed. “Do you have more where this came from?”

Brook tried, too — asking you for your panties in his usual way — but you only patted his head like a grandpa, much to his disappointment.

The Marines were no better.

Smoker had a cigar nearly falling out of his mouth, jaw slack as he stared at you.

Kuzan gave you a lazy half-wave, actually bothering to open one eye and give a faint, approving “ararara~… a pretty girl...with bazookas.”

Kizaru practically teleported next to you, grinning like a devil.

“Whew~ you’re quite dazzling, aren’t you?~”

Koby, bright red from the ears down, could barely stammer out a hello without squeaking.

And from the shadows, a few SWORD agents watched you intently, whispering hurriedly to each other like gossipy schoolkids.

By the time night fell, you were absolutely buried in gifts: flowers, jewels, sweets, swords (from Mihawk?!), a flaming guitar solo (from one of the Red-Hair pirates), and a drunken marriage proposal (from Queen, who got punched by King before he finished the sentence).

You sat on a bench at the festival's edge, exhausted but laughing, surrounded by a mountain of unwanted trinkets.

Luffy flopped down beside you, grinning.

“Everyone’s weird. but you’re just Y/N, right? SHISHISHI”

You smiled at him — a real, warm smile.

“Right,” you said.

“Just Y/N.”

Across the festival, you caught Hancock staring at you still — seething, furious, clutching her fists.

You gave her a lazy wink.

She shrieked and turned to stone three random pirates by accident.

You just laughed and stretched your arms over your head, feeling the salty sea breeze wash over you.

It was chaotic. It was ridiculous. It was perfect.

Exactly the kind of night you wouldn’t trade for anything.

© ᵈᵒˡˡʸʷᵒⁿˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶦᵛᶦᵈᵉʳˢ <³

Imagine Gear5!Luffy And normal luffy fighting over reader.......

wait! this is so smart! i like ur idea! dahaha

Double Trouble

When a freak accident splits Luffy into two, chaotic Gear 5 Luffy and sweet Normal Luffy — both versions hilariously compete for your heart, dragging the entire crew into the madness until everything returns to normal… mostly.

LUFFY X GN!READER | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw, love triangle(both are luffy lol)

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 1.1k

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It all started with a bang — literally.

One moment, you were helping Nami reorganize the treasure room. Next, the whole Thousand Sunny lurched with a loud BOOM, rattling the floorboards and sending gold coins scattering like fireworks.

"What now?" Nami groaned, hands on her hips.

You rushed topside with the others, weapons drawn or fists clenched — expecting an attack.

Instead, you got... two Luffys.

One perfectly normal, grinning Luffy. And one... not so normal.

The second Luffy floated lazily above the deck, hair glowing brilliant white, pupils swirling hypnotically, laughter bubbling from his lips like music.

"Y/N!!" both Luffys shouted at once when they saw you.

You took an instinctive step back.

"Nope," Zoro said immediately, reaching for his swords.

"Is it a mirror fruit?!" Usopp yelped.

"Did the Captain eat himself?!" Chopper wailed, clinging to Sanji's leg.

Robin tilted her head, studying the scene with polite interest. "Fascinating..."

Franky just laughed, "SUUUUPER confusing!"

"Focus!!" Jinbei barked, trying to corral the chaos.

But it was already too late. Both Luffys made a beeline for you, tripping over each other and crashing into your legs like toddlers desperate for attention.

Nami pressed two fingers to her temple. "I need a raise," she muttered.

You quickly learned that having two Luffys was both better and worse than you could imagine.

Better, because they were extra affectionate — offering you food, carrying your things, cheering whenever you smiled.

Worse, because they were in full competition mode.

Gear5!Luffy (as Chopper breathlessly called him) kept showing off — stretching his limbs into ridiculous cartoonish shapes, bouncing around like a rubber band on crack, pulling faces until you doubled over laughing.

"Look, Y/N!" he crowed one afternoon, turning his whole head into a massive heart, complete with a squeaky heartbeat sound.

Normal Luffy was no slouch either. He stuck to his strengths — stubbornness and sincerity.

"I don't need crazy powers," he told you solemnly, handing you a slightly squashed rice ball he'd made himself. "I'm already the best for Y/N!"

You bit into the rice ball, smiling despite yourself.

Meanwhile, the crew took sides — shamelessly.

"I bet the crazy one wins!" Franky announced loudly.

"No way," Sanji scoffed. "Y/N deserves normalcy."

"Technically," Robin mused, "both versions are Luffy."

"Yeah, but one’s glowing," Usopp said. "Glowing automatically makes you cooler."

Zoro snorted. "Idiots."

Brook just laughed. "Yohoho! Twice the Captain, twice the chaos!"

You wanted to protest — this isn’t a contest! — but then you’d look up and catch two sets of hopeful, sparkling eyes gazing at you, and the words would die on your tongue.

At first, it was cute.

They followed you everywhere — two shadows glued to your heels. They fought over who got to sit next to you at dinner, who got to carry your stuff during island stops, who could make you laugh harder.

Gear5!Luffy once turned the entire galley into a giant bouncy castle trying to impress you. Sanji screamed for three hours cleaning it up.

Normal Luffy responded by dragging you up the mast one night, pointing proudly at the sea of stars and whispering, "I wanted you to see somethin' only I can reach."

You sat there, high above the world, heart hammering against your ribs, wondering how you were supposed to choose between them.

But the tipping point came one evening.

The crew was gathered on deck — a rare, peaceful moment under a pink-streaked sky. Dinner plates were scattered everywhere, Brook strumming a soft tune on his violin.

You leaned against the railing, smiling at the sight.

Then — disaster.

Gear5!Luffy and Normal Luffy both lunged at you at once, trying to hand you a flower they'd picked from a nearby island.

Their arms tangled. They tripped. And with a yelp, they toppled overboard — dragging you with them.

The splash was enormous.

You resurfaced, spluttering and coughing, the two Luffys flailing beside you.

"Y/N!! Are you okay?!" they shrieked in perfect unison.

From the deck, Sanji was screaming bloody murder.

"YOU IDIOTS!! YOU COULD'VE DROWNED THEM!!"

Chopper was already tossing a lifesaver. Usopp was sobbing dramatically. Zoro just sighed, clearly contemplating letting you all drown to solve the problem.

Somehow, you all clambered back aboard, dripping wet and exhausted.

You sat there, shivering slightly, as the two Luffys crowded you again, guilt written all over their faces.

"I’m sorry," Normal Luffy whispered.

"Me too," Gear5!Luffy mumbled, his glow dimming.

You sighed heavily, wringing out your clothes. "You guys can’t keep fighting over me. You’re the same person, you know?"

They blinked at you.

"You both care about me. I care about you too. But... not if you hurt each other."

The deck fell silent.

Then, very slowly, the two Luffys turned — and smacked their foreheads together in a show of stubborn apology.

Thump.

You couldn't help it — you burst out laughing.

The tension shattered instantly. The crew joined in, cheering and clapping, Brook playing a jaunty tune.

"Looks like the Captain(s) learned their lesson," Robin said, smiling.

"Finally," Jinbei rumbled, folding his arms.

"Can we have just one Luffy now?" Nami pleaded.

You grinned, ruffling both Luffys' wet hair. "I'll take both for now."

They beamed at you — two idiots, one heart.

That night, you fell asleep curled between them on the deck, watching the stars wheel overhead.

For the first time in days, everything felt peaceful again.

You woke to soft snoring against your shoulder.

Blinking sleepily, you sat up — and found just one Luffy curled against you, straw hat sliding down to cover his eyes.

His hair was black again.

No swirling pupils. No crazy glow.

Just your Luffy.

You stared at him for a long moment, heart pounding in your chest.

The rest of the crew was stirring around the deck, yawning and stretching.

"Looks like whatever split him wore off overnight," Chopper said, checking Luffy’s vitals. "His heartbeat’s normal again."

"Amen," Sanji muttered, dragging a broom across the ruined galley.

Zoro shot you a sidelong look. "Guess you don’t have to choose anymore, huh?"

You smiled softly, brushing Luffy’s hair back from his forehead.

"No," you murmured, "I already chose."

Because whether he was wild or serious, glowing or not — he was still Luffy.

Yours.

Always.

And even if he didn’t remember everything that happened while split... The way he instinctively curled closer to you in his sleep said enough.

You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Idiot," you whispered fondly. "I love you too."

The sun rose over the horizon, golden and bright, as the Thousand Sunny sailed on, carrying you, your crew, and the boy who had somehow, impossibly, stolen your heart twice over.

hellooo I really like your work and would like to request some angst

maybe like reader dies or gets close to it. some more uncommon charcters too like nami, usopp, or franky please!!

thank you for really cool work and I hope you can do this!!

hii! thank u sm~ oohh~ thats a great idea, ive decided to put them all together, hope u like it!

What Remains

The Straw Hats survive a Marine superweapon test — but only because you don’t. You made a choice to save them all, and they didn’t see it coming.

strawhats x platonic gn! reader tags: angst, sfw, ooc, major character death, platonic bonds, grief a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe word count: 1k

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Smoke curled upward from the scorched ruins of the Marine testing island. The sky was dim, bleeding orange as the sun tried and failed to burn away the choking clouds.

They found your body beneath the collapsed structure—arms still raised like you were shielding the others even in death.

It wasn’t the injuries that broke them. It was the look on your face.

Peaceful.

Like you knew.

ONE WEEK EARLIER.

"These weapons..." Franky said, examining the diagrams. "They’re worse than anything Vegapunk ever dreamed up. They’re built to erase islands."

“And they’re testing them here?” Nami’s voice trembled with disbelief.

Usopp peered over the map. “That’s not all. Some of this... it’s Poneglyph script. These freaks are mixing history with firepower.”

You didn’t say anything.

You just stared at the map. Quiet. Calm. Like a storm on the horizon no one else had seen yet.

“We have to stop this,” you said.

Of course, everyone agreed.

But none of them saw what you saw. None of them realized the cost yet.

Not even you.

THE BATTLE.

The Straw Hats split into teams. Luffy and Zoro drew the front lines away. Robin sabotaged the comms. Brook and Jinbei distracted the guards. Chopper tended to wounded civilians trying to escape.

You were supposed to go in with Franky and Usopp.

You didn’t.

You slipped away the moment they weren’t looking, whispering your last words to Nami before disappearing into the smoke.

“I trust you. Don’t look back.”

You found the core buried deep underground.

A thrumming vault of seastone and ancient script, glowing with stolen knowledge and raw destruction.

You knew what it meant.

You could read the Poneglyph fragments embedded in the weapons.

You knew what would happen if they were activated.

So you made a choice.

A selfish, irreversible choice.

You overloaded the core.

THE AFTERMATH.

When the blast hit, it carved a crater into the earth.

Luffy felt it first—his scream carried across the island like a cannon blast. “(Y/N)!!”

Franky’s stomach dropped. He bolted toward the smoke, ignoring everything—orders, pain, fire.

Usopp followed. Nami, too. She didn’t even speak. Her Clima-Tact sparked wildly, emotions bleeding into weather.

They dug with bare hands and bleeding fingers.

And finally, they found you.

Still. Burned. Crushed.

But unmistakably you.

And unmistakably gone.

THE SUNNY.

Franky hadn’t spoken in two days.

He sat in the engine room, back turned to everyone, arms blackened with soot and oil. He worked until his hands bled, building gods knew what.

Chopper had tried to check on him. Franky didn’t even look up.

Usopp wandered the deck in silence, eyes red, mouth dry. He hadn’t told a single story since they left the island.

He’d tried. He opened his mouth once to make a joke, and nothing came out.

So he just sat with your grave marker, talking to it like you were there.

And Nami—Nami was broken in a way no one had ever seen.

She didn’t cry loudly. She didn’t scream. She just shut down.

She went days without food. Sat curled in the crow’s nest, staring out to sea, clutching the note you left her in your final moments.

"Don’t look back."

She hated you for it.

She loved you for it.

She never stopped shaking.

NIGHT.

Luffy stood by the railing, his hat pulled low, wind in his face.

Sanji stood beside him in silence.

“You knew they were gonna die,” Luffy said suddenly. His voice wasn’t angry. It was hollow.

Sanji lit a cigarette, fingers shaking. “I knew they weren’t coming back.”

Luffy didn’t answer.

“They saved all of us,” Sanji added after a long pause.

“I didn’t want saving,” Luffy whispered.

Then he turned and walked away.

FRANKY.

The machine he was building exploded.

He didn’t flinch.

Robin found him hours later, crouched beside the wreckage, staring into space.

“They’d have slapped me for this,” he said quietly.

Robin knelt beside him. “For what?”

“For not stopping them.”

“They knew what they were doing.”

“That doesn’t make it easier.”

Robin placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It never does.”

USOPP.

He buried the dials you used in a small, unmarked box.

Every trap you helped him design, every gadget you tweaked. Gone. Hidden away like a secret.

“I’m never going to be that brave,” he whispered.

Then he broke.

Ugly, shaking sobs that echoed across the deck.

NAMI.

She didn’t speak for three days.

Then, she found Franky. Slammed him into a wall.

“You let them go alone!” she screamed.

Franky didn’t fight back. “I know.”

“YOU PROMISED—YOU PROMISED ME THEY’D COME BACK—!”

He wrapped his arms around her mid-swing, held her as she sobbed, her fists pounding against his chest until they were too weak to lift.

ONE WEEK LATER.

Luffy called everyone to the deck.

No one knew why.

When they arrived, they found him standing in front of a small, newly-built monument.

A single beam of the destroyed fortress. Carved with your name.

And beneath it—your jacket. Cleaned. Pressed. Folded neatly.

Luffy didn’t speak.

He didn’t need to.

They stood together. Silent.

One by one, they left offerings.

Sanji placed a bottle of sake.

Robin left a single violet flower.

Chopper tied a string of charms around the wood.

Zoro leaned his sword against it for a moment. A quiet nod of respect.

Brook played a low, mournful tune on his violin.

Jinbei lit a lantern and pushed it into the sea.

Usopp placed a small slingshot on the beam.

Franky left a blueprint.

And Nami… Nami placed your note. The last one you ever wrote.

“Don’t look back.”

She whispered, “I’m going to.”

Then she walked away.

.

.

.

They kept your room the way it was.

No one said it aloud—but they all visited.

Nami would sit on your bed when the nightmares came.

Usopp would fix the shelves you always overloaded with junk.

Franky recharged your tools every week, even though you weren’t there to use them.

And Luffy…

Luffy would sit on the figurehead, facing forward, holding your jacket in his lap.

He never cried where anyone could see.

But the jacket was always warm.

As if it still remembered you.

maybe i need a whole fic with luffy x reader married now... i'm not charging you, maybe i'm just in love with your writing

a/n: thank u <3 hope u like this~

Wait… Luffy’s WHAT?!

Luffy reunites with his childhood sweetheart, who also happens to be his secret spouse. The crew thought he was joking… until they weren’t laughing anymore.

LUFFY X GN!READER | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw, ooc, marriage, reader is opposite of luffy

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 1.3k

masterlist | ko-fi

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The Thousand Sunny drifted through the final tunnel, water glistening against its protective bubble as Fishman Island came into view.

“WOAAAH!” Luffy yelled from the deck, eyes wide. “It’s so shiny!”

“I can’t believe it’s real!” Chopper spun around.

Robin smiled behind a hand. “The architecture here is said to be older than the Grand Line itself.”

“I heard the royal family is pretty generous,” Nami added. “If we play this smart, we could stock up for weeks.”

But Luffy? His mind was somewhere else entirely. Or rather, on someone.

He leaned against the rail, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“I wonder if they’re here…”

“LUFFY, GET BACK HERE, YOU CAN’T JUST–!”

“NAMI!, I SMELL MEEAAT!”

He was already gone. Sprinting like a man possessed through the bustling bubble streets of Fishman Island, eyes wide, tongue out, arms flailing in glee.

“Captain,” Robin said with a small smile, “seems excited.”

“He's always excited,” Zoro muttered, arms crossed. “But this time he’s extra stupid.”

Brook hummed thoughtfully. “Yohohoho, I wonder if the meat will marry him too.”

“Wait, did you say marry?” Usopp blinked. “Oh yeah! Didn’t Luffy say he was married once?”

“…Didn’t we all think he was joking?” Franky asked, brows raised.

“Yeah,” Chopper added with a little snort. “He said something like ‘I already got a wife, and they’re way stronger than all of you!’ and we just laughed.”

The crew exchanged glances.

“…You think he was serious?”

MEANWHILE.

Luffy skidded around the corner, bonking a coral lamp post with his forehead. “Ow–!”

“Still no sense of direction?”

He froze.

That voice.

He knew that voice like the back of his hand — or the taste of meat. Slowly, his wide eyes turned toward the source.

There, standing with arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, was you.

Stoic, calm, one eyebrow raised, and totally unamused as always.

“Y/N!!” Luffy beamed, bolting toward you. “Y/N Y/N Y/N! YOU'RE HERE!!”

Before you could scold him, he’d wrapped you in a tight hug that nearly knocked you back.

“Still a hugger as usual, huh?” you mumbled, eyes softening just a bit.

“Missed you! SHISHISHI,” he grinned into your shoulder.

“You saw me six months ago,” you said, deadpan.

“Yeah!, but that’s like…so long!!”

You sighed, though your hand was already resting on his back, grounding the chaotic ball of sunshine that had stolen your heart all those years ago.

“…You never change.”

FLASHBACK - Windmill Village

“You’re so noisy.”

“C’mon Y/N, let’s go punch that tree again!”

Putting your book down, you sat with your arms folded, watching as young Luffy jumped up and down with excitement, a stick in his hand like it was the strongest sword in the world.

“We’ll get stronger together! Then we’ll go on adventures and eat meat every day!”

You blinked. “That’s your dream?”

“Yup! What’s yours?”

You shrugged. “I don’t have one.”

“Then make one with me!”

You raised an eyebrow. “Make a dream with you?”

He nodded seriously. “We can share. Like best friends. Or… like married people!”

“…That’s not how marriage works.”

“Then I’ll change the rules!”

You stared at him.

“…Fine.”

“Hey, Y/N.”

“What now.”

“If we ever get married, can I still eat meat at the wedding?”

You looked up from your book. “Obviously. I won’t marry someone who doesn’t love meat.”

He blinked, surprised. “So you will marry me?”

You went back to reading. “Didn’t say I wouldn’t.”

His heart exploded like fireworks.

BACK TO PRESENT

“Wait,” Sanji whispered from the side of the plaza, crouched with the rest of the crew behind some candy-colored seaweed. “Is that them?! MELLORINEE~~”

“THEM?!” Usopp whispered. “You know them?!”

“I’ve heard rumors,” Sanji sighed dreamily. “That’s Y/N — calm as the sea before a storm. Feared in the Grand Line and cold-hearted~"

“Yeah, but they’re…” Chopper tilted his head. “Letting Luffy carry them like a backpack right now.”

“Are they… cuddling?” Zoro’s eye twitched. “In public?”

“I’m SUPER! emotionally confused,” Franky muttered.

“Yohohoho,” Brook said softly. “So our captain is… married.”

“And he was serious,” Robin added, intrigued.

Luffy still hadn’t let go. You were currently being dragged around the island as he loudly pointed at every fish-person, street food stall, and bubble coral with endless excitement.

“Look, Y/N, look!! That octopus is playing drums!!”

You nodded. “Mm.”

“And that shark guy has THREE swords!”

You blinked. “Impressive.”

“Oh! That candy shop sells meat-lollipops!! Want one?”

“…Fine.”

He gasped, eyes shining. “You said yes! You never say yes to candy!”

“It’s for you, dumbass.”

He beamed so hard it could’ve powered the Sunny.

LATER, WITH THE CREW

“LUFFY!!”

He turned mid-bite of his meat-lollipop. “Huh?”

“WHAT. IS. GOING. ON?!” Nami shrieked.

You were sitting beside him, sipping seaweed tea calmly. “Can I help you?”

“YEAH, YOU CAN EXPLAIN HOW YOU’RE—MARRIED TO LUFFY?!”

He tilted his head. “I told you guys already.”

“YEAH BUT YOU SAID IT WHILE EATING A SEA KING LEG!!”

Franky pointed dramatically. “That’s not the time for SUPER confessions, bro!”

You raised a hand. “We’ve been married for years. It’s just not something we flaunt.”

“…You married Luffy. As in legal.”

“Technically yes. I still have the officiation snail photo. Luffy drew a mustache on it.”

“HE LOOKED SO FUNNY!! SHISHISHI” Luffy grinned, remembering it fondly.

“WHAT ABOUT YOUR PERSONALITY?! YOU’RE THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE!” Usopp flailed.

You stared at him. “What about it?”

“I dunno!! It’s just… Luffy’s sunshine! You’re like… moonlight. That can kill people.”

Zoro finally snapped. “Okay, no offense, but how do you even deal with him?”

You sighed, placing a hand over Luffy’s head as he practically melted beside you.

“…I’ve dealt with worse than a meat-goblin with a hero complex and zero sense of personal space.”

“That’s me!!” Luffy said proudly.

Robin giggled. “You really are opposites.”

“They’re so cool,” Sanji whispered, nose bleeding. “They’re scary. But like, in a hot way~”

“Are you crushing on our captain’s spouse?!” the crew hissed.

“Can’t help it~”

LATER THAT NIGHT ON THE SUNNY

You sat at the edge of the deck, legs dangling above the water, watching the glowing sea beneath.

Luffy flopped beside you, resting his head in your lap like he always did when the sky was quiet.

“You’re really okay with all this attention?” you asked, fingers brushing his hair.

“Mmhmm. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You never cared about showing people.”

“I didn’t think I had to. You're mine. That’s already the best thing ever.”

Your hand paused. Then resumed slowly.

“You’re still dumb.”

He grinned. “Yeah, but I’m your dumb.”

“…Yeah. You are.”

He yawned, curling closer. “Remember the promise we made?”

“Which one? You made a lot.”

“The one about sharing dreams.”

You looked up at the stars. “Yeah. I remember.”

“I still wanna do that. Even if it’s dumb. Even if I die trying.”

You tapped his forehead.

“You won’t die. I’ll kill anyone who tries.”

NEXT MORNING — FISHMAN ISLAND MARKET

“I WANT TO BUY THAT ONE!”

“Luffy, that’s a pearl the size of a cannonball.”

“I WANT IT!!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Luffy, if I have to carry another crate of your ‘souvenirs’ I will drown you.”

He gasped. “Y/N!! That’s mean!”

“…You like that.”

“I DO!”

“Ew, please stop flirting where I can hear you,” Nami groaned as she walked by.

Zoro muttered, “Every time I think they’ll kill each other, they end up flirting again.”

“Do you think they’ll ever kiss in front of us?” Chopper asked innocently.

Sanji's eye turned into fire. “NO WAY! I'LL KICK YOU! YOU DAMN MONKEY!!!"

“Luffy, stop licking the pearl.”

“You know,” Robin said later that evening, watching you drag Luffy back from trying to arm-wrestle a sea king, “they’re oddly perfect together.”

“Opposites attract,” Franky nodded.

“They’re like fire and ice,” Brook added.

“More like hyper gremlin and emotionless murderbot,” Nami muttered.

“…Still somehow works,” Zoro said.

Sanji sobbed. “WHEN WILL MY TURN COME?!"

.

.

— A FEW DAYS LATER

“Hey, Robin,” Usopp whispered as the ship cruised along the current.

“Yes?”

“…Do you think we should throw them a wedding party?”

She sipped her tea. “I think if you try, you’ll die.”

“Right.”

“Besides,” she added, glancing at the couple watching the sunset at the bow of the ship, Luffy wrapped around you like a sleepy octopus, “I think they already had the only wedding they needed.”

Got married by accident… Thanks, Vegapunk?

You and Luffy accidentally get married by a hyper-intelligent vending machine on Egghead Island. The crew takes it way too seriously, but Luffy is surprisingly into it.

LUFFY X GN!READER | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, acc!dental marriage, ooc a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe word count: 706

masterlist | ko-fi

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Egghead Island sparkled like something out of a futuristic dream. Or a nightmare. Depending on who you asked.

Laser drones zipped overhead, holographic sharks swam through the air, and the vending machines charged a 40% service fee to flirt with you.

You were already over it.

“What the hell is this?” you asked, staring at the sleek, metal screen of a suspicious-looking marriage kiosk that had popped out of a wall.

"CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR NUPTIAL INTEREST!" it blared.

You winced. “Nope. Not interested.”

Behind you, Luffy was already poking the glowing buttons like a toddler with a remote. “Oooh! What’s this do?”

“Don’t press that.”

He pressed it.

A beam of golden light scanned the both of you. "MATCH ACCEPTED," it beeped. “YOU ARE NOW LEGALLY MARRIED UNDER VEGAPUNK CODE 6.66 SUB-SECTION WE BALL.”

You blinked. “…What.”

Luffy blinked. “Cool.”

He grabbed your hand with that signature, easy grin. “We’re married now! Sweet!”

“LUFFY—”

Twenty seconds later, the rest of the crew found out.

Chopper: “You guys WHAT!?”

Sanji: (sobbing) “WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, Y/N-CWAAAAN!?”

Robin: (smiling behind a book) “How lovely. I hope it was a beautiful ceremony.”

Zoro: “Of course you two would get hitched by a vending machine.”

Franky: “THIS IS SUPER!! WE GOTTA THROW A RECEPTION!!”

Jinbei: (serene) “I’ll call this divine destiny.”

Usopp: “Waitwaitwait—do we all have to get married now?? Is it contagious?!”

Nami, arms crossed, was the only one who looked vaguely sensible. “We’re not on a honeymoon, you idiots. We’re on a mission. Can’t believe you got fake-married on an island run by six genius maniacs.”

“It’s not fake,” Luffy said proudly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“It’s legally binding,” the vending machine added.

“LUFFY,” you groaned, facepalming. “We are not actually married—”

“But you held my hand,” he said with a pout.

“I was trying to stop you from pressing the stupid buttons!”

“But you didn’t let go shishishi” he added.

You were going to kill him. Or maybe yourself. Or maybe the vending machine.

Over the next few days, the crew refused to let it go.

Nami “accidentally” started assigning you and Luffy shared quarters.

Franky built a honeymoon hover-chair for two that followed you around and played romantic music at inopportune moments.

Brook wrote a song called “Wedded Bliss on a Warped Island” and played it constantly.

Zoro made gagging noises every time you entered a room.

Even Vegapunk Stella got involved.

“Fascinating bond signature,” he mused, looking at the machine’s readings. “Unusual compatibility levels. Perhaps a cosmic entanglement. Or just dumb luck.”

You were ready to drown in holographic seagull juice.

Luffy didn’t help.

He insisted on calling you "my spouse."

He’d hold your hand while walking down the lab halls like it was the most casual thing ever.

He used you as a pillow during naps—okay, not new behavior—but now he’d nuzzle your shoulder and murmur, “This is what married people do.”

You tried to zap him with a soft stun from your energy-based power.

He laughed and asked for more.

He started sharing his food.

You shared back.

He offered you half his meat skewer.

You offered him half your fruit cube.

You even started sitting next to him at dinner on purpose.

...You were doomed.

One night, while stuck in a laser barrier room together (thanks to Luffy pressing another suspicious button), things got quiet.

“Hey, Y/N,” Luffy said, lying next to you on the cold sci-fi floor.

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna be married for real someday?”

You paused.

“With… you?”

“Yeah.”

You turned to face him. “You don’t even know what marriage is.”

He smiled, soft and crooked. “I know it means I get to be with you all the time.”

You blinked. Your powers, which usually sparked when you were annoyed or overwhelmed, glimmered gently around your fingertips like starlight instead.

You didn’t respond. Just nudged his leg with yours.

He took that as a yes.

The next day, the machine short-circuited itself trying to process “divorce.”

You pretended to be annoyed.

But when Luffy yelled, “Don’t worry, I didn’t want a divorce anyway!!” and tackled you into a hug, your powers sparked again—glowing soft blues and pinks this time.

And you let him hold you.

The Lost Reader

A mysterious reader of Poneglyphs finds a new home among the Straw Hat Pirates, slowly becoming an irreplaceable part of their crew as their love for them grows.

READER WHO CAN READ AND SPEAK PONEGLYPH

Strawhats x Poneglyph gn!reader ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT

main characters: luffy, zoro, sanji, nami, robin

tags: fluff, sfw, harem(?), soft

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs cringe and oc

words count: 1.9k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

It started with silence.

Not the heavy kind that suffocates—but the quiet peace of wind brushing through trees, waves lapping against the sand, and birds singing above crumbled ruins. Your only companions were time-worn Poneglyphs, mossy stone relics, and the hollow ache of knowing you shouldn’t exist.

You didn’t know what you were—only that you could read them. The Poneglyphs. Their words came to you like breath, like blood. It wasn’t learned. It just… was.

And then one day, the silence broke.

“WOOOOAAAHH! What a weird island!!”

You looked up from a worn page, blinking at the explosion of sound.

A rubber man had landed face-first in your tomato garden.

You blinked again, rubbing your eyes to make sure you weren’t imagining the scene before you. The man—his limbs were stretched at impossible angles, and his face was, well… currently smushed into the dirt of your carefully cultivated tomato patch.

“Luffy!” a woman’s voice shouted from the shore. “Stop crashing into things!”

You stared in disbelief, watching as a circus of chaos disembarked from a sunny, lion-faced ship. At least, that’s what it looked like to you.

“Wha—?” You stumbled back, half-wondering if you’d stepped into some sort of dream. But no, the crew’s laughter was real. Loud, boisterous, utterly chaotic, and very much present.

Before you could comprehend the whirlwind that had just descended upon your quiet life, a figure bounded toward you. The rubber man—Luffy—was grinning at you like you were the most interesting thing he’d seen all day. And, for all you knew, you were.

“Hey! Who're you? you live here? cool! SHISHISHI” Luffy asked, already sitting cross-legged on the ground as if he hadn’t just completely flattened your garden. “Wanna eat with us?”

You blinked, still too stunned to form a coherent sentence. “I… guess?...Im Y/N”

And so began your first real encounter with the Straw Hat Pirates.

Nami, with her keen eyes and sharp questions, immediately assessed the situation, interrogating you about your maps and supplies like she was about to audit your entire existence. Sanji, the ever-romantic chef, started cooking a feast so lavish that you were half-tempted to check if the food had its own backstory. The man even had heart-shaped eyes every time you praised his cooking.

Usopp, ever the over-the-top self-proclaimed hero, proudly handed you a coconut with a grin that could only be described as a “friendship orb.” “From me to you,” he declared, as if he had just made the world’s most profound offering.

And then there was Chopper, who took your pulse the second he saw you, declaring that you had “island person syndrome” and needed immediate attention.

Robin, however, watched you closely. Her gaze sharp but gentle, as if trying to figure out a puzzle no one else could see.

“You can read those stones, can’t you?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You stiffened. The question sent a shiver through your spine, a fleeting reminder of the secret you kept buried deep within. You didn’t answer. Not immediately.

She smiled, soft and knowing, her eyes never leaving yours. “We’ll talk later.”

Zoro, ever the brooding figure, glanced at you and muttered under his breath, “You don’t look dangerous.” It seemed like a funny thing to say, considering he had just been trying to slice a boulder in half mere moments earlier.

It didn’t take long for you to realize what was happening: You were trapped in their orbit. In their madness. In their chaos.

And you couldn’t have been more content.

The Thousand Sunny became your new home—bright, loud, and utterly unpredictable.

Sanji insisted on cooking you all your meals. Breakfast, lunch, dinner—each time, his cooking came with a full-on serenade, and if you didn’t finish your plate, he might just shed a tear. “It’s not just food,” he’d say. “It’s love. It’s my soul in a dish!”

Nami dragged you into shopping sprees with no regard for your dwindling supplies or your protestations. “You need to look fabulous, Y/N. Don’t you want to blend in with the rest of us?” she’d tease, while tossing a dozen new outfits into your arms. You always ended up spending more than you intended, but there was something so infectious about her enthusiasm that you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Robin was the one who quietly fascinated you. You’d find her at all hours of the day, absorbed in reading a book or studying the surroundings with quiet intensity. There was something about the way she looked at you, like she already knew your secrets but would never pry.

And then there was Luffy. Always smiling. Always laughing. He treated you as though you were already part of the crew. No pretense, no hesitation. You didn’t even need to be invited. You were just… in.

“Wanna ride on top of the mast?” Luffy asked one morning, as casually as if he were asking if you wanted a snack.

You stared up at the towering mast, then back at him. “Is that… safe?”

“Nope! shishishi” he beamed, looking excited about the prospect.

Somehow, that made it make sense to climb up there with him. He helped you up like it was nothing, laughing all the while. The wind whipped through your hair, and for the first time in a long while, you felt alive. You weren’t just existing anymore.

Zoro, ever the silent guardian, began training near you. You noticed him constantly observing your movements, his gaze intense but not unwelcome. One day, you lost your footing on deck, but before you could even react, his hand shot out and steadied you.

He didn’t say much, just stared at you for a moment, before clearing his throat and muttering, “Watch your step, dumbass.”

Romance, clearly.

It crept in slowly. Unnoticed, at first.

Sanji’s compliments, light-hearted at first, began to hold a different weight. “You look beautiful today, Y/N~chwann” he’d say with a soft smile, not just as a joke, but as something that meant more.

Nami’s teasing turned into lingering glances, moments where her eyes softened when she thought no one was looking.

Robin’s hand on yours during those quiet late-night reading sessions made your heart skip a beat, like it was a shared secret, a connection you didn’t have the words to describe.

Zoro’s silence, once intimidating, became your comfort. When he was near, you didn’t need to talk. You didn’t need to explain yourself. He was just there, a steady presence.

And Luffy’s laughter—oh, Luffy’s laughter. It started to feel like home, like the sound of safety, of warmth. A constant reminder that with him around, there was nothing to fear.

But you kept your secret.

That was until one night, when you and Robin stood over a relic you had no business being near. It was buried deep beneath the cursed island’s soil, half-buried like a forgotten truth. Robin stood behind you, arms crossed, waiting for you to decipher it. You already knew what it would say, but that didn’t stop the rush of dread that surged within you as your fingers traced the ancient glyphs.

“You know what it says, don’t you?” Robin’s voice was barely a whisper. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

You stiffened.

“It’s just a story,” you muttered, voice low.

Robin smiled, a soft and knowing smile, one that suggested she understood far more than she let on. “Then you should know—they’d kill you for it.”

You didn’t answer, didn’t have the words. You just continued to trace the lines, the ancient language flowing effortlessly from your mind, sinking into the earth beneath your fingertips.

Everything changed when you found the half-buried Poneglyph on a cursed island.

It was a trap. Not for Luffy. Not for the Pirate King in the making.

For you.

You read the stone aloud, your voice quiet, shaking slightly. And for the first time in your life, the stone responded.

The words were not just etched into stone, not just an inscription—it was a message. A message that burned through the world like a beacon.

“The last of the Whisperers,” it said. “Hunted. Hidden. Forbidden.”

The ground shook. The air turned electric. The Poneglyphs around you shimmered, the glyphs becoming light, illuminating the island with a soft, ethereal glow.

The Straw Hats arrived just as you stumbled backward, your eyes wide, heart pounding, the power coursing through you like an uncontrollable force. The glyphs pulsed, and the power in your veins burned bright.

“What’s happening?!” Usopp screamed, looking ready to fight a ghost.

You looked at them—at your crew—and whispered, “They were hunting us. People who could read these stones. I shouldn’t exist.”

There was silence.

Then Luffy stepped forward, his voice unwavering, “You’re not alone.”

The Marines came shortly after.

You fought, of course you did.

For the first time in your life, you let the power in your blood surge freely. The words of the stone became light, flames of energy erupting from the ground as you slashed through the battlefield, carving the very earth with your newfound strength. You cracked the island’s crust. You didn’t even know you could do that.

Sanji’s hand grabbed yours as the ground beneath you cracked, pulling you from the collapsing cliff. Zoro fought beside you, silent and determined. Robin’s steady hand on yours kept you grounded in the chaos.

When the battle was over, and the last Marine had been driven back, you passed out.

You woke in the infirmary, Chopper hovering over you, his worried eyes darting around like he was waiting for you to disappear again. Franky was sitting beside you, sobbing into a bowl of soup.

“You scared us, you moron,” Nami whispered, brushing your hair back from your face. Her voice was soft, a rare tenderness that made your heart ache.

Robin kissed your temple as she hovered over you, whispering, “You’re more than your gift.”

Sanji didn’t say anything, but his presence was unmistakable. He curled up beside you, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, a silent vow of protection.

Zoro sat across from you, cleaning his swords. “Don’t ever do that alone again.”

And Luffy… Luffy beamed at you, that infectious smile lighting up his face as he exclaimed, “You’re stuck with us forever now!”

The tension unraveled like fraying rope.

Nami kissed you when you least expected it, quick and teasing, a spark of affection.

Robin kissed you in the library, with parchment between your hands, and the world felt like it stopped turning for a moment.

Sanji kissed you with all the intensity of someone who had been waiting for years, every touch filled with longing.

Zoro kissed you like it was the only thing that made sense, his hands warm and steady.

And Luffy—Luffy’s kiss was upside down, playful, and completely unexpected, but perfect in the way only Luffy could be.

Usopp ran away screaming, “AAAH! ROMANCE ATTACK!”

Chopper fainted. Twice.

Brook played a love song with three verses about your “sultry stare” that made everyone uncomfortable except Sanji, who wept.

Franky asked if you wanted to build a heart-shaped cannon to “blast your feelings at the world.” You said yes. It now sits in the garden.

Jinbei just gave you a nod and said, “It’s about time.”

You weren’t a secret anymore.

You were theirs.

Not claimed, not owned—but cherished. Loved, wholly and fiercely.

And though the world may hunt you, you had a crew that would burn it down before they let anyone take you.

Giant Duck Incident

When Luffy mistakes a giant duck for dinner and ends up getting a kiss instead

LUFFY X GN!READER ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs a bit cringe

masterlist | ko-fi

words count: 1.1k

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The sun was high, the sea was calm, and there were absolutely no signs of trouble.

Which, on the Thousand Sunny, meant one thing:

Trouble was coming.

“LUFFY, NO—!!”

Too late. You watched in horror as Monkey D. Luffy, your idiot-slash-sweetheart captain, launched himself full-speed off the ship.

“THAT’S A HUGE DRUMSTICK!!”

He landed with a wet splat on what you now saw was not, in fact, a drumstick, but a massive, living, very not amused yellow blob.

A duck.

A giant duck. Towering, glistening, waddling angrily in the shallows.

It honked—a sound that felt more like a roar—and thrashed its wings wildly, trying to throw the rubbery parasite off its back.

Luffy clung to its neck like a child to a carnival ride, cackling madly. “SHISHISHSHI IT’S THE SIZE OF A WHOLE BANQUET!!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “This man has the survival instincts of a particularly reckless bread roll.”

You glanced at the rest of the crew.

Zoro was asleep.

Sanji was busy sculpting carrot roses for Robin.

Robin was reading, obviously not surprised.

Nami looked up from her map just long enough to yell, “Not it!”

Usopp and Chopper screamed something about curses and jumped into a barrel together.

Which left you.

Of course it did.

—

The duck, still honking its fury to the high heavens, stomped in circles while Luffy attempted to bite its side. You sprinted down the ramp and into the shallow surf.

“LUFFY, GET OFF THE DUCK!”

“I’M TRYING TO TASTE IT!”

“IT’S A SENTIENT CREATURE!”

“BUT IT LOOKS SO CRISPY—”

The duck, insulted on a deeply personal level, launched itself upward in one majestic leap and sent Luffy flying through the air like a flailing meat meteor. He landed beside you, face in the sand, limbs splayed in defeat.

“…Ow,” he mumbled.

You sighed and knelt beside him. “You good?”

He gave you a thumbs-up, still face-down. “YUP! SHISHISHI”

You helped brush sand off his hat as he sat up.

“Luffy,” you said, trying to be calm, “you can’t eat random animals just because they’re big and vaguely drumstick-shaped.”

“But look at it!” he whined, pointing. “It’s got those golden thighs! The rotisserie energy! The juicy potential!”

“It has a name, probably. A family. A job.”

He squinted. “Maybe it’s an orphan with a deep desire to fulfill its destiny as dinner.”

You blinked then laugh at this. “… pftt! did you just create a duck backstory to justify your cravings?”

“Yes!” he said proudly. “That’s called empathy I think! SHISHISHI”

You stared at him, completely deadpan. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He blinked. Then beamed. “You think I’m cute?”

“…That was supposed to stay in my head.”

“TOO LATE!” he yelled, springing to his feet and throwing his arms in the air like a victorious meat wrestler. “Y/N THINKS I’M CUUUUTE!!”

“Luffy!”

“I’M CUTE! I’M CUTE! EVEN CUTER THAN THE DUCK!”

The duck, now perched like a war god on a rock, glared at him with pure malice.

You sighed. “We’re gonna be hunted by poultry assassins. I can feel it.”

—

Back on the Sunny, after Luffy was physically restrained from offering the duck “one little nibble,” peace was finally restored. The sun dipped low, painting the sky in soft golds and purples.

You sat on the deck’s edge, feet dangling over the sea. Luffy flopped beside you, hat tilted back, grin wide.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said suddenly.

You braced yourself. “If you ask me to cook duck—”

“No, no,” he chuckled. “I was gonna say... I like when you laugh.”

You turned to him, surprised.

He was watching you. Not in the usual Luffy way — not like when he spotted meat across the room, or stared down an enemy. This was the kind of look that made your chest feel warm and your brain do a little somersault.

“Earlier,” he said, “you laughed when I said something about empathy”

“Thats not... I was mocking you!,” you replied. “I thought I was about to watch you get pecked into a new time zone.”

“But you still laughed,” he said, all sunny and smug. “You always do.”

“That’s because you’re ridiculous.”

“You like it,” he teased, nudging your shoulder.

You bit back a smile. “I tolerate it. Barely.”

He tilted his head, expression soft. “Zoro said it’s obvious.”

“…You talked to Zoro about me?”

“I asked if I could kiss you,” Luffy said bluntly. “He said ask you, not him.”

Your brain fizzled. “Wait. What—”

“So,” Luffy continued, turning fully to face you with that open, earnest joy you’d come to adore, “can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Kiss you,” he said like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your breath caught. This was the same boy who just tried to eat a duck like it was a buffet item. Who once got stuck inside a vending machine trying to retrieve a stuck candy bar. Who sometimes forgot his shoes and didn’t notice for an hour.

And yet.

Your heart fluttered like it hadn’t gotten the memo about logic.

“…Yes,” you said, quiet.

His face lit up like a festival. “Yeah?!”

You nodded.

He scooted close—awkwardly but gently—and cupped your cheek, his hand warm and calloused. The kiss was clumsy, sweet, quick. His nose bumped yours, and when he pulled away, he had that stupidly big grin that made your stomach flip.

“WHOA,” he whispered.

“Yeah,” you whispered back.

He leaned back on his hands, practically glowing. “Gonna tell Zoro it worked!”

“LUFFY—NO—!”

Too late.

“ZORO!! I KISSED Y/N!! AND THEY SAID YES!! YOU WERE RIGHT!!”

You groaned and dropped your head into your hands as Zoro’s muffled “I don’t care!” echoed from the crow’s nest.

Sanji’s head whipped up from the kitchen door, his cigarette dangling dangerously.

“WHAT?!”

Luffy turned mid-skip. “I kissed Y/N!”

Sanji's eye twitched. “I leave you alone for ONE romantic sunset and you SNEAK AHEAD?!”

You, now partially hiding behind the mast, groaned. “Oh no.”

“Luffy, you absolute—! That was supposed to be MY kiss! I was going to bring you a fruit parfait! HOW DARE YOU KISS MY Y/N~CHWANNNNN!”

Luffy skipped back to you, unbothered and beaming. “Wanna kiss again?”

You peeked through your fingers. “If you promise not to announce it like a seagull with a megaphone.”

He nodded. “Fineee!. But I will write it in my logbook shishishi.”

“…You have a logbook?!”

“It’s mostly meat sketches and battle doodles. But now it has you.”

And your heart, traitor that it was, somersaulted again.

You sighed. “Fine. Just… no more trying to eat ducks.”

He tilted his head. “What if it asks nicely?”

You groaned, flopping back dramatically.

And somewhere in the distance, a vengeful honk echoed over the sea.

OP/One Piece

Straw hat Pirates

Monkey D. Luffy

Roronoa Zoro

Vinsmoke Sanji

Others

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Dracule Mihawk

Red hair Shanks

Sabo

Charlotte Katakuri

Gol D. Roger

Portgaz D. Ace

Marco

Whitebeard

Koby

Status: The request box is open only for the monthly one-shot voting if the characters are chosen.

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.