The Cute And Obsessive You

Was writing in docs and accidentally tapped on "Read in light mode" instead of changing the title. It was like I got flashbanged

Everytime someone draws marco conventionally attractive and hot and/or changes his hair to be "cooler", which is almost every time, it just reminds me of how people draw ben drowned vs his actual canon appearance

Im not gonna name names though, for the people that draw marco hot i know love gives you rose tinted glasses its okay.

may i ask for headcanons for crocodile x child reader where crocodile's daughter joins the strawhats post alabasta?

and the next time they meet in impel down, well. that's not even his daughter anymore. that's his son now.

thank you very much for the open requests!

(from @77v77)

Bet. My first time writing a trans character so I hope it turned out okay. I'm still not used to headcanons so this honestly came out more as a fic, I'm really sorry about that. If you want a redo I don't mind, sorry. I got kinda carried away with a storyline and it turned out like this.

It's Good To See The New You

Crocodile x FTM!Child!Reader. 1562 words. Author isn't trans but trying their best. Feel free to correct if I messed up. (D/N) Is deadname.

This is how your life is, you’ve accepted it. You’re the daughter of someone powerful, strong, rich, you should be happy; but you aren’t. These dresses aren’t making you happy, the people fawning over you aren’t either, even the small amount of attention you get from your father doesn’t truly make you happy. It’s only when something happens, something that was supposed to be negative, that you get a glimpse of what can be your happiness. How could you let it pass you by at that point? Call yourself your father’s daughter, you don’t let opportunities like this just leave. Of course, maybe daughter isn’t something to describe you anymore.

“Take me with you.” Is what you say to Luffy when he’s leaving.

“Hm?” He looks at you, recognizing who you are, and scowls slightly.

“Take me with you, I want to go with you.” You repeat and it only confuses him more, Luffy doesn’t like being confused either.

He thinks you’re trying to pick a fight at first, but when he realizes you aren’t he calms down a bit.

“I just beat up your dad, why do you wanna come with me?” He asks you.

“Because I want to. So let me on.”

“Wha- Don’t give me orders!”

You two end up getting into a small argument, call it childish but you aren’t used to being argued with by anyone other than your father.

Of course, it ends up working out, Luffy lets you on.

Robin even uses you as an excuse to get on as well, your partner in crime.

Luffy’s a little upset he kind of didn’t get as much of a choice as he’d like, but he got over it once Robin worked her charms. (Using her hands to help them make stupid jokes)

As for you, it took a while for you to warm up to them even though you’re the one who got on.

Something just still didn’t feel right.

You felt better than before, of course, but not as good as you’d like.

It’s only when Nami helps you pick out clothes that you realize that you’ve never truly chosen what you’ve wanted.

You were given options of course, but those options were picked from what your father wanted.

When you were looking at dresses Nami noticed you looking unhappy.

“You don’t have to wear a dress if you don’t want to, you know. You can wear something else.” She says casually.

In her mind it was just a fashion tip from one woman to another, something simple.

But to you it was so much more.

From then on you took things into your own hands.

Not just bossy with the things you’re given, but exploring to find your own choices.

You started dressing differently, which might seem so little but it felt so much bigger to you.

Time passes and it was the best choice you’ve ever made, it helped you become your true self.

The crew was confused at first, Sanji was even devastated, but it passed.

Sometimes Sanji still laments, but it’s more just because he was happy to have another woman to fawn over.

He gets over it, you’re happier this way.

You even get the privilege of not having the privilege of Sanji’s over-the-top affection.

Everything is so much better, so much brighter that you almost forget what your life was like before you were truly yourself.

That’s until you meet your father again, a reminder of who you were.

You know it's not his fault, he never bossed you around or told you you couldn’t be your true self.

He just wanted you to be someone that he could have confidently as his child, someone unbreakable; and that's what you were.

An unbreakable broken person.

That’s how you could describe him too, in the state he’s in.

Chained up and defeated, it makes your heart ache.

Even if he wasn’t the best father he was still yours.

He almost doesn’t recognize you at first, glaring at you until it clicks who you are.

“...(D/N)?” He calls to you and you almost flinch from the sound.

It brings shivers up your spine, even if you know it was from ignorance.

You don’t want to respond, not wanting to acknowledge that previous you; but decide it’s time to face it.

Crocodile himself, your father, isn’t the enemy that kept you captive.

“..Father.” You say to him.

“(D/N) you, what are you-”

“That’s not my name” You interrupt him, and it makes him pause.

Not your name?

How isn’t it your name? He named you himself!

“What are you talking about? I figured you joined that Strawhat’s crew but you changed your name for it? Were you..” He trails off, feeling hurt.

Were you that unhappy with him?

Why else would you change your name if not to try and get rid of your past?

You must be ashamed of him, he sure is.

Got beaten by a brat and ended up in a prison getting mistreated by people he could kill in a heartbeat, if only he had the chance to.

“Father.” You catch his attention, snapping him out of the trance of negativity he put himself into.

“It’s not you, if that’s what you were worried about.” You reassure him, and he scoffs.

“If not me what else? You sure seem a hell of a lot brighter now that you’re not with me.” His heart aches.

Despite not wanting to admit it he did have a soft spot for you.

You were his daughter, the small light he had in the darkness, whether the choice to have you was his or not.

“..It’s (Y/N).” You say quietly and he perks up, looking at you closer.

You look different, more different than he realized at first.

“You’ve changed.”

“I know.” There’s a silence.

Crocodile isn’t one to pry, he didn’t pry even when you were his daughter.

“Are you happier?” He asks you, like a sentimental fool.

Your eyes go wide, but they calm as you smile.

“I am, I’m so much happier.”

“Good. Make sure you stay on the other side of these bars, too, (Y/N).” Your father says and your heart clenches.

You’re happy, but sad at the same time.

Here you are, your true self with friends that care about you, meeting your Father again.

This should be happy for you, there shouldn’t be anything bad about this.

Despite that, you feel like crying; and look down.

Because you’ve gained so much, but you’ve lost being your Father’s daughter.

He still cared for you, and you him.

He helped you with your hair, gave you the luxury he grained, treated you with the respect you deserved, he even changed your diapers sometimes when you were little.

Even though he didn’t need to.

Crocodile loved you as much as he could in and in the way he knew how.

So the thought that you’ve lost that love, it hurts.

You don’t want to go back to being his daughter, you don’t want to go back to being a daughter, but you don’t want to lose being his child.

“Hey, don’t give me that look.” You hear him say, and you look back up.

“I know you and how that face you make when you're about to cry. Even if you’re different know you’re still my..” He trails off and you hesitate.

“Son.” Your heart drops, fear overtaking you at the thought of him rejecting you.

“My son.” He says and your vision blurs.

“Jeez, you really don’t listen don’t you? That a Strawhat trait, or did you get it from me?” He says with a sigh as tears roll down your cheeks.

“C’mon, stand up straight. You’re my kid, act it.” Something he would always say to you when you felt insecure.

It never did much other than help you put your mask back on.

But now those words empower you.

More than when they were said by the savior of Alabasta, the fearsome Crocodile.

You nod and wipe your eyes, you can’t cry now.

“That’s right, one of us has to be free." He looks down at himself, weak from mistreatment and seastone.

"Maybe it’s better you than me.” His chains clink as he moves.

“I am free, I feel so free. All the time.” You say, laughing a bit.

It shocks Crocodile, he hasn’t heard you laugh like this in so long.

He'd thought you'd lost it from age, just as he did.

You haven't laughed this freely with him since he could hold you up with one hand.

The sound of his son sounds so much happier than his daughter.

He wishes he knew sooner, maybe he could’ve even given you different life skills.

Too late for that.

“Are you gonna stand here all day looking at your old man? I doubt you’ve come to free me.” You shake your head.

You don’t even have his key.

Your ears perk up at crashing noises, it’s time for you to go.

You look back at your father, eyes clear and bright.

“I’ll be going now, Dad.” You say with a smile and he bites the inside of his cheek to hold any emotion in.

“Go get em, son.” Crocodile says with a chuckle.

You go off and he sits in his cell.

He wonders if this is how you felt, trapped with him and in a body you didn’t feel was your own.

Maybe this is his retribution, his punishment for his wrongdoings.

If there’s a God out there.. he hopes that they keep that punishment to him.

It wouldn’t be fair to drag someone he just met into his problems.

You deserve your new life.

He’s just happy he was able to see a glimpse of it.

That was it. Hope that was good. I'm not trans but I just based it off of what i've seen and maybe how I would feel if I were trans. Hope that works. I don't know why you made yourself anonymous but put your @ but I'll assume maybe it was because you wanted me to tag you so here @77v77

Just for you @who-can-touch-my-boob

GPD MPLEASEE PELASEEE

Will You Still Love Me?

Zoro and Luffy x GN!Reader (seperate). 1236 Words. Reader turns into a worm dumb concept mb 🙏

You wake up feeling suffocated, everything is dark. You try to walk but can’t, as if your legs are tied together, your arms feeling trapped as well. It's only when you hear a groan and someone rolling over that you see light through a small hole. You look around, everything looks blurry. “Hello!?” you call out but your voice feels weird too. “HELLO!?” You roll around, seeing your fleshy pink body. No, this can’t be! “HELP!”

Zoro

Zoro hears your voice, quiet but panicked, screaming for help and his eyes shoot open. When he doesn’t see or feel you beside him he gets more panicked. Did you get kidnapped!? Lifting up the bedsheets, he spots a worm. “What the hell?” Did you leave because you saw a worm in the bed? He’ll have to toss it and get you back in bed. The swordsman grabs it, you, and you yelp.

“HELLO??” You yell out into the air, suddenly off-ground. “ZORO!? IS THAT YOU!?” It’s hard to see but you think you see green. He stares at the worm, fleshy thing that sounds suspiciously like you, for a few seconds as you wriggle around trying to figure out what’s going on.

“There’s no fucking way.” Zoro mumbles, eye wide. “(Y/n)?”

“Zoro! It is you! What’s wrong with me? I-I think I’m small! Are you holding me?” You lean your head down and tap his finger.

“You’re more than small, you’re a worm. The hell happened?” He speaks then thinks for a moment. “Shit, maybe I should drink less.” He suddenly puts you back down on the mattress and lays back down to sleep, he must be dreaming.

“Wha!? Zoro! Wake back up, I’m a worm!? Zoro wake up!” You roll over to him and try to crawl onto him, but it’s too hard. The blanket keeps folding around you and you get stuck. “Uue…” You flop back onto the mattress for the 3rd time and stretch out. beginning to lament. A few seconds pass of you softly crying before Zoro can’t help but get back up. Even if this is a dream and you’re a worm he can’t just leave you distressed. He picks you up and places you on his palm, though you’re still bummed. “Zoro…”

“Stop crying.” He grumbles, looking down at you.

“But I'm a worm.. does this mean we’re breaking up?” Zoro’s eyebrow twitches at your question.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” The swordsman sighs. “...No, we’re not.. breaking up.” He’s embarrassed saying this, at least thankful you can’t make out his expression.

“Are you sure?” You’re still laid down, depressed. He hates seeing you like this, even if you don’t look like you.

“Yeah.. uh.. Usopp and Franky can make you something to move around quicker.” He looks away, cheeks tinted, this is so stupid. “And I'll protect you. I can still see and hear you.”

“What about Luffy?” You don’t think you can fight like this. “What if I have to leave?”

“Luffy wouldn’t kick you out, he’s tried recruiting all kinds of people, he wouldn’t toss out a crewmate for being a—a worm.” He’s being comforting, despite the embarrassment. “Now go back to sleep, we’ll figure this out later.” He puts you back down, laying his back on the mattress quickly. You try to worm your way under the sheets, still feeling nervous. He can sense you continuing to shift around and you feel yourself being lifted up and placed on his chest without a word. Do worms sleep?

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Your eyes open, what a strange dream, you try to get up and your arms feel tight together. Oh no. “I’m still a worm!?” You yell, waking Zoro up. You look at him and realize you’re at eye level, oh, his arm was just restricting you.

“Stupid.” He groans, loosening his hold. Relief flows through you. It was just a dream. You lay back down with a sigh, closing your eyes. Zoro glances at you, letting out a held breath. ‘They turned back to normal.’ It wasn’t a dream, who knows what it was, but Zoro would rather just pretend it didn’t happen. You’re back to normal anyway. He doesn’t need “comforted worm lover” to be in your mind.

Luffy

Luffy continues snoozing away next to you as you panic, slamming into something, his body. “Luffy is this you!? Luffy!” You continue slamming into it, looking for the hem of his shirt to bonk at his skin. Bad idea. He scratches the spot and rolls over straight onto you, you’re being crushed. You try to squirm around, screaming. Luffy’s eyes slowly open, noticing you’re “gone”.

“(Y/n)?” You continue to yell and he feels something underneath him, making him lift his body off of it and pick it up. It’s you. He can tell. “(Y/n)??”

“Luffy! I’m small, what's going on!?” He stares at you.

“You’re a worm.” His eyes start to twinkle before noticing you look a little weak, realizing what just happened. “I ALMOST CRUSHED YOU!”

“Yeah I think I took some damage…” You flop to the side and Luffy shoots out of bed, stretching his arm on the way out to grab his almost forgotten hat. He bursts into Chopper’s room with his hat on his head and worm in hand, startling the reindeer awake.

“CHOPPER (Y/N) IS A WORM AND I ALMOST CRUSHED THEM!”

“Wha..??” He’s still half asleep as Luffy snatches the doctor and places him on his feet. Luffy shows you to Chopper. “..Luffy this looks like a regular wo-”

“A-Am I really a worm?” Your small voice interrupts him and his eyes bug out of his head.

“AAAH YOU’RE REALLY (Y/N)!” He panics, running around. “DOCTOR! WAIT THAT’S ME.”

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After your examination it’s concluded that you're not seriously injured, just startled and a bit out of it from the shock of being suddenly small and almost crushed. You lay there on the counter as Chopper puts his tools away, though the examination was mostly just some prodding with tweezers and a magnifying glass, Luffy staying with you. You still look down. “I…I can’t believe I’m a worm.” You sit(?) up and look down at your body. “..Does this mean I’m off the crew? That we’re breaking up?”

“What? Why?” Luffy tilts his head in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I can’t fight like this, I’m useless..” It’s sinking in and you droop. Luffy’s eyebrows furrow more, as if offended on your behalf.

“You’re not useless!” He carefully picks you up, cupping you in his hands to put you close to his face. “You’re still (Y/n)!”

“But!” You can’t even finish your sentence, too ashamed this is how you’ve been taken down. You suddenly feel straw underneath you. You’re on his hat.

“There!” He adjusts you so that you’re resting inside the cloth band with Rayleigh’s vivre card, smiling brightly. You can’t see it but you know. “Now we can stay together.” If you still had tear ducts you might be crying right now, but before you can say anything else your body turns hot and you fall out of the band, turning back to normal. Luffy is knocked to the ground along with you. You look down at your body as Luffy sits up, putting his hat back on his head.

“I’m back to normal!” Dang, he was actually starting to look forward to keeping you with him.

Had this in my docs for a while and just finished it up, felt like it would be funny if they werent just asked but put into the "would you still love me if i were a worm" situation. I would say more but my head is kinda going blank from the ill sore throat i have (Bleach fumes.)

Asexual people opening their tag and seeing that fuck ass character again.

Hi, I really like your work with Sanji! Can I request a fanfic where the reader is a person who didn't get love from his parents as a child, but only money? The reader is a woman, if anything! How the reader will try to show her love to Sanji is your choice! Thanks in advance!

This was a bit hard at first but I ended up getting into it eventually. It might've turned out a little more angsty than I thought but I felt like it worked really well. If you aren't at 1053 i'm really sorry I put it in there bc it worked really well too.

Insecure Love

Sanji x Fem Reader. Angst/comfort and some fluff. Major Spoilers for episode 1053. 2740 words.

Sanji adores you, you’re perfect to him. Beautiful, amazing, talented, everything. You are the best woman he could ever wish for. Sometimes he even lays awake at night thinking of the memories the two of you have made, goofy smile on his face he’s so enamored. There is one problem though, just a teensy one, you’re not at all affectionate. You don’t stop him from being affectionate to you, but you don’t exactly reciprocate or initiate. Instead, you give him gifts, which was nice at first but he started to feel a bit conflicted about it the more it happened. He would rather get love from you rather than a material good you’d bought somewhere. What’s worse is that the gifts have stopped, it’s almost always just money now.

“Here.” You say blankly to Sanji while he’s cooking, handing him cash. He spots you and his eyes trail to the berri in your hand, a small frown on his face. “Is it not enough?” He jolts and quickly shakes his head.

“No, that isn’t it. Thank you.” He forces a smile and takes it, pain in his chest. Your boyfriend tries so hard to make you feel loved, cooking for you, complimenting you, showing physical affection, but all you do is hand him cash like payment for a service; like his love was simply something nice you pay him for. He’s tried refusing it before but you had gotten upset, putting it away with a sad expression until he agreed to take it. Now you look at him as he pockets it, telling himself he’ll use it to buy ingredients for a dish you’ll like. After he puts it in his pocket he hugs you, kissing you for a bit before pulling away. “I’m going to finish cooking soon, my love, would you like to stay here?” His eyes are expectant, hoping you’ll stay, but you shake your head.

“I’ll leave you to it, you should focus.” With that, you leave him alone in the kitchen. He looks at the ingredients he was chopping, the money you gave him weighing down his heart. Is this really so one-sided? Has he just been bothering you this entire time? Maybe he’s just a toy you can play with, a music box that sings for you when you put money inside. Those thoughts crowd his head as he cooks until he accidentally lifts a hot lid with his bare hand, burning his skin; but before he can go to treat it... it heals on its own. The cook grits his teeth, clenching his fist. What a creepy ability. He puts his head in his hands and takes deep breaths, it’s okay, he loves you, you’re still together.

“Are you alright?” Robin asks him as he sets food down in front of the girls, including you, completely spaced out.

“Oh, sorry Robin-chan.” He snaps out of it and smiles at her. “I’m doing okay.” The cook leaves to serve the rest of the crew, steps noticeably heavier than normal. The women watch this, then look to you.

“Did you two argue or something? What’d he do?” Nami asks, ready to defend you, but you shake your head.

“I don’t know, I thought he was okay earlier, I handed him money and he accepted like normal.” You’re confused, and they both look at eachother.

“Like normal..?” Nami asks again.

“Yeah, I’ve been giving my allowance to him since we started dating. I know he sometimes struggles with food budget so I like helping out.” You explain and the two girls stare at you.

“(Y/n) what have you been doing so far in your relationship with Sanji?” Robin questions you and you start to talk, explaining that you’ve been getting him gifts since you both started dating; but you ran out of ideas on what to give him so you’ve started to give him money when he makes you happy.

“Wow…That’s horrible.” The navigator states, starting to pity Sanji.

“Like a sugar baby?” Your jaw drops slightly at Robin’s comparison and you quickly shake your head.

“A sugar baby!?” You’re shocked but start to think about it. “Wait, is that what he wants?”

“Obviously not!” The navigator snaps at your obliviousness. “He basically collapses the moment a woman does something for him but you’ve just been giving him money?”

“Wouldn’t you like that though?” You point out and she frowns.

“That’s different.” She considers money an okay gift for her, though even she would get annoyed if she had a lover that would only give her money and ignore anything else. “Plus you hardly show him affection, I thought it was just your guys’ thing so I didn’t say anything but you’re clearly bumming him out.”

“I haven’t refused anything from him though, and I don’t get mad at him for flirting with other women.” The navigator sighs, mentally facepalming, this isn’t working out. You’re too oblivious and Sanji’s too much of an idiot to tell anyone something’s wrong, much less a woman he loves. Robin comes up with something.

“Tomorrow you should come to our room at noon. We’ll assist you” You tilt your head, confused, but agree.

That night, Sanji heads to bed still sad and only getting worse. He can’t sleep, he’s been having trouble doing so since that happened. ‘She was there, she must’ve seen.’ An unnatural thing, becoming the same type of monster he always despised. You must’ve fallen out of love with him, that’s it. He can’t blame you, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t digging a hole into his chest. He curls up into a ball on his bed, grasping at the sheets next to him like you’ll be there.

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The next morning goes as it usually does on the Sunny. Sanji wakes up early to make breakfast for everyone and when they wake up it’s time to eat. The difference now is that Sanji seems off, tired, he doesn’t yell at Luffy or Zoro and his happy comments towards Robin and Nami aren’t enthusiastic. When he sets down your plate in front of you you look up at him, trying to scan his face if he’s sick. He awakened late so it would make sense if his Germa genes weren’t as strong, maybe he’s gotten sick? You’re worried and so is everyone else, except Luffy who doesn’t notice until after eating. He almost says something but is promptly elbowed so he keeps shut. He means well but mentioning it right now will make things worse, plus, the girls have a plan.

Afternoon finally strikes and you walk into the shared girls room, they aren’t there. 'Maybe I came too early?’ You think to yourself, checking the time to make sure it’s noon. Suddenly you hear footsteps and the door opens, revealing Robin, Nami, and your boyfriend. They push him inside and he spots you, looking shocked; but before he could ask what’s going on the door closes. He tries the doorknob but it’s locked, switched so the lock is on the outside.

“Don’t even try unlocking the door or breaking it down. You aren’t allowed out until you two communicate.” Nami states and footsteps are heard fading away. You stare at Sanji’s back, his hands on the wooden door. Does he not want to be with you alone with you this much? Usually he’d be excited to have time to spend with you.

“Is something wrong?” You ask him and the cook turns quickly, not prepared for this. He isn’t ready yet! He still needs to prepare his heart for the breakup and practice his apologies for you falling out of love. “Sanji..” You reach a hand out to him and he flinches, pressing his back against the wall like he’s afraid of you. He’s scared to be touched by you, scared that when you feel his skin you’ll retract from fear and disgust from the steel-like flesh. It isn’t right, these misunderstandings cause pain and you bite your bottom lip. What are you doing wrong, what did Nami mean by saying what you were doing was horrible? You step away from him and turn around, the both of you too insecure to speak. Fortunately, being trapped in this room will force you to.

‘She can’t even bear to look at me.’ Negativity clouds his judgment, irrational thoughts filling his mind. “I’m sorry.” An apology, it sounds guilty. This must be a sign.

‘He’s breaking up with me…’ There’s too much stress, him avoiding you, being told something is wrong, and now this breakup. The dam of stone formed by the years of trauma starts to crack, tears dripping from your eyes. Sanji doesn’t see it, but he can hear your shaky breaths. It causes his eyes to widen and his worry for you overpowers his instinct to pull away.

“Mon cœur!?” Your lover walks to you and scans your teary face, his hands cupping your cheeks.

“You don’t have to call me that,” His heart breaks, you’re breaking up with him so he would have to stop calling you that. Your next words confuse him, though. “I know you don’t want to.” …He doesn’t want to? Sanji blinks a few times, why would he ever not want to call his everything what she is?

“What are you talking about? I-”

“Stop forcing yourself!” You yell and he jolts. “It must’ve been hard. Your love for women made you stay with me for so long but I know you don’t love me. Being hesitant about my gifts, not talking to me as much, and you're starting to look tired too.” You step back and put your face in your hands. “You must be staying up late thinking about how you could break up with me.” He stands there, shocked. Him… breaking up with you? The perfect woman completely out of his league? Tears flow from your eyes faster and he tries to make sense of it all, his brain so focused on his own faults that the thought of you being insecure of yours is unable to cross his mind.

“Do you mean the berri you’ve been giving me?” He manages to put together and you nod. He continues to think. “You… it wasn’t payment to you?” He doesn’t know what else to call it so he settles with that word.

“Payment?” You wipe your eyes and sniffle. “Is that why you’ve been staying with m-”

“No, nonono of course not. I thought..” Sanji quickly interrupts you, stopping that thought. This is different from what he thought was going to happen, but it still hurts to speak his mind when it only reminds him of what’s wrong, well what he thinks is wrong. “I thought you were giving me those things as payment because you didn’t want to pay attention to me. So I wouldn’t bother you, that my love was just a transaction.” He says the last part more quietly and your heart drops. This is familiar, you’ve felt this exact way before when you were young. Going to your parents for love and only getting money in return to shut you up and get you away. You start to shake and cry harder.

“I-I, I didn’t know. I’m sorry..!” You’re just like them, but Sanji doesn’t care; hugging you.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” He’s already forgiving you and you haven’t even explained anything.

“No, it’s n-not okay.” You say while shaking your head, it’s nerve-wracking to talk about your past but you choose to. For him. “I… I thought I was doing the right thing. That I was different from my parents who would give me things instead of love, I always made sure t-to never tell you to go away or reject you but I ended up making you feel the exact same way I did!” You pull away and cover your face. “I’m horrible!”

‘The same way she did?’ He processes what you said, what’s happening. The struggle of trying so hard to be different from family only to end up like them is something he knows as well. His hand goes to his chest, pressing down and feeling almost completely dense skin instead of the regular squish of flesh; just like his brothers. “You don’t think I’m a monster…” You quickly shake your head. “Why didn’t you say so? Are you sure- I mean you never wanted to be with me!” Whenever he was cooking or if he went shopping you would just give him money and wave him off.

“I..” You think about that, then start to get embarrassed. “I didn’t want to bother you, what if I get overly clingy and get you mad?” Sanji hears this and it’s like weight has been dropped from his heart, but hearing you say this so insecurely still makes him slowly sink to the ground. “Sanji?”

“Bother me.. being clingy.” Gods, he would do anything to have you cling to him when he’s cooking or shopping. “You could never, ever, not in an eternity, ever bother me by being ‘clingy’”

“But don’t you get busy? You work so hard cooking and when you’re out shopping you’re talking with women, wouldn’t I make it awkward if I butted in?” He hangs his head in shame, the few times that you’ve agreed to go shopping he has flirted with other women; but he had assumed you didn’t care. In a way, he would do it on purpose hoping to get a reaction, even looking back at you. Anything to show a sign you loved him, that he wasn’t a toy, but all he was doing was making things worse. This lack of communication was only causing pain to you both. How could he ever make this up to you? He was already unworthy and now he had dared to cause such suffering to the love of his life. “Baby…” You crouch down and cup his face so he’s looking at you, his eyes are teary.

“I hurt you.”

“We ended up hurting each other.” You wipe his tears with your thumbs. “Do you still want to be with me? Even if I've been messing up?”

“I should be the one asking you that, treasure. My love.” Sanji hugs you, pulling you close to him so you’re on his lap. You can feel his hesitance, the fear that you’ll pull away because he’s different now, but you don’t. Instead you press closer to him, lifting your head up to look at him. You don’t really initiate kisses, so you’re nervous as you place your lips on his. He’s only shocked for a moment before he kisses back, resting his hand on the back of your neck. This is the longest series of kisses you’ve had, almost a minute before you have to pull away. “S-Sorry, I’ve gotten better at holding my breath lately.” A bit awkward it’s from something he dislikes, though.

“So I don’t have to worry if I kiss you alot?” You ask and his pupils basically turn to hearts.

“No, you don’t.” Before you two can kiss again there’s the sound of the door unlocking, making you quickly get off of Sanji’s lap as he stands up so Robin and Nami don’t see you in an awkward position. They almost think that nothing has happened but seeing the two of you clearly panicked changes their mind, making Robin smile.

“It went well, then?” Robin chuckles happily as the two of you flush. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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Sanji hums as he cooks, a good mood from making up with you so amazingly. His ears perk up when he hears you come inside, not needing to look to know it’s you. “I’m almost done, my love.” He states as he expertly flips a steak. You don’t say anything, which confuses him but before he can turn around he feels your arms wrap around him and your body press against his back. His girlfriend, who hasn’t shown real affection until yesterday, is clinging to him while he cooks. Is this a dream?

“Don’t turn around, I’m still a little shy.” You say quietly and it echoes in his mind. Shy… shy… Gods, you’re too cute. His face goes red and he falls to the side, blood seeping from his nose. “Sanji!?” You manage to stop him from slamming fully onto the ground, shaking him. He’s in heaven, this is heaven.

Romantic(?)

Mihawk x reader. Male reader in mind but can be read as any/gender neutral. 511 words. Suggestive.

Desc: You're a romantic pervert.

Leaning back against your chair you scan over your boyfriend. His jet black hair, his harsh but beautiful hawk eyes, his muscular plump chest.

“Refrain from staring so much, it’s disturbing me.” Mihawk says and you jolt out of your trance.

“Haha, was I that obvious?” You say, a bit bashful.

“Practically drooling, you had a foolish look on your face. It’s embarrassing.” The swordsman temporarily closes the book he was reading as you get up.

“Embarrassing for me or for you?” With a kiss to his cheek, you crouch down next to his sitting form.

“Use your brain.” Mihawk states with a displeased huff.

“Can’t, you’re too handsome. It’s distracting me~” You press a kiss to his chest. “So pretty too, you’re heaven on earth to me.”

Mihawk scoffs and looks away, then buttons up his shirt quickly. You whine and kiss his clothed chest. “Nooo.. free them…”

“Stop, you’re being ridiculous.” He puts a hand on your face to stop you from getting closer despite your protests. You sigh and rest your head on his thigh.

“You’re so mean to me, my love.” You say sadly with a sigh. “Treating me like I’m a pervert…”

“And are you not?” Mihawk asks and reaches for his book once more.

“Perhaps, but it’s only for you. I try to control myself as much as I can but it’s hard when I see you looking so elegant reading…” You say, somewhat romantically; though it’s negated when you continue to speak. “and your shirt unbuttoned a bit just so I can see your chest, rising and falling as your breath. Especially when I can see a mark I left on you it just makes me want to make as many as I can on your skin.” He puts his hand back on your face, irritated.

“Enough.” He says firmly, though when you look through his fingers you can see a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. Ever so slightly, but it’s enough to make you happy… and want to say more. You reach up and unbutton his shirt, sitting up on your knees to rest your head on his chest. His hand is still on your face, yet he doesn’t stop you, settling it on the back of your head once your cheek is to the middle of his chest.

“I get to hear my second favorite sound like this, such a beautiful melody.” You say as you close your eyes to hear his heartbeat.

“...” He stays silent for a moment before speaking. “Second?” You smile.

“You wanna know my favorite?” You ask, and he doesn’t answer; just looking down at you. “It’s the sound of it when it speeds up, thumping loudly when I touch you and love you. The marks are an excuse to have my mouth on your chest, and to hear the thump of my lover’s heart.” As you say that you hear his heartbeat speed up slightly.

“...Corny.” Mihawk mumbles, but affectionately runs his fingers through your hair as you relish in the drums of his heart.

I actually wrote this way long ago, before i started to write on this account. Before Shanks I was obsessed with mihawk so i have a few wips of him of just my random thoughts i had to write down, thought i'd make sense of this one and post it since its one of the ones that was actually readable story-wise.

Akainu: We're going to kill every last pirate here!

Koby: PLEASE STOP! THERE'LL BE TOO MANY CASUALTIES!

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Everytime i have trouble writing Luffy i just think about the type of face he would make in response to said thing and then go from there since he pretty much says whatever he looks like.