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There are people who actually need me, and are counting on me…!! If it’s for the sake of those people, I would even turn into a demon!!
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
masterlist | ko-fi
: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
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.
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.
Say something
Straw Hat Pirates with a newly recruited reader who has selective mutism, appears unassuming but is secretly op
Strawhats x psychic!femreader ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT
tags: fluff, sfw, bit of angst(?)
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs a bit cringe
words count:968
masterlist | ko-fi
: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
You weren’t used to crowds.
And right now, that was a problem—because you were very much in one. A particularly sweaty, loud, and increasingly hostile one. The Straw Hats had docked at a lively but rough port for supplies, and in an unfortunate twist of fate, you’d gotten separated from the crew while browsing a small weapons stall.
Now you were surrounded by a group of sneering pirates, each one more obnoxious than the last, forming a loose circle around you like a pack of hyenas smelling blood.
“Aww, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” one of them leered, waving a cutlass lazily at your side. “Cat got your tongue?”
“She ain’t said a word,” another said, voice thick with mockery. “Too scared, huh?”
“She’s shaking,” a third laughed. “Bet she can’t even hold a sword properly.”
They were right about one thing: you hadn’t spoken. But it wasn’t fear that silenced you—it was them. Strangers. Eyes. Loud voices demanding a reaction.
Your throat felt tight. The words—simple ones, just leave me alone—were locked behind a door your mind couldn’t open. So you did what you always did when this happened.
You stared.
Expression blank. Shoulders loose. Breathing calm.
The mask of silence you wore never failed to make people underestimate you.
And right on cue, the biggest of the group stepped forward, cocky and smug. “C’mon, sweetheart. Say somethin’. Just one word.”
You tilted your head and blinked at him slowly.
He leaned in closer, thinking you were cornered prey.
And that’s when he made his mistake.
He reached out—fingertips brushing your collarbone, tugging at your cloak—like you were some kind of doll to poke and prod.
You whispered, barely audible: “Don’t touch me.”
He blinked. “What was that—”
And then you moved.
—
The first crack was his ribs.
You didn’t look strong. That was your favorite part about this whole thing. Small frame, loose clothes, no visible weapon. You’d always been dismissed as fragile, silent, soft.
But that was before your elbow shattered the man’s chestplate and launched him backward into a fruit stand. The market screamed and scattered. In seconds, chaos erupted.
Two more charged at you from either side. You twisted—agile, fluid—and drove a sharp heel into one’s temple while catching the other’s blade between your fingers. Not even a scratch.
He stared at you in shock.
You smiled sweetly.
Then bent the sword in half like it was tinfoil.
“Oh, she’s weird,” one pirate shrieked.
“Demon!” another cried.
You crouched low and pressed your palm to the ground. There was a faint ripple of energy, subtle and shimmering. A deep hum thrummed beneath the earth. Then the cobblestones exploded, launching your remaining attackers into the air like popcorn kernels.
Psychic force, compressed and sharp like a blade of wind. You didn’t need to speak to cast—just focus. Just want.
—
Across the square, the Straw Hats had heard the explosion before they saw you.
“What was that?!” Usopp shouted, ducking behind Franky.
“I think the market’s being destroyed!” Nami yelled.
“Could be marines,” Sanji muttered.
“Could be her,” Zoro said suddenly, eyes narrowing.
“Huh?” Chopper squeaked.
Zoro didn’t answer. He was already walking toward the noise.
—
When they arrived, the square was in shambles.
Stalls crushed. Dust everywhere. Six pirates knocked out cold. A seventh trying to crawl away with only one shoe and his pride in pieces.
And you—standing alone in the middle of it all, clothes scuffed but otherwise untouched, casually spinning a small rock above your palm with lazy telekinesis.
You looked up when they approached. Your eyes locked with Luffy’s first.
You expected him to be surprised.
Instead, he beamed.
“THAT WAS AWESOME!” he yelled, running up to you like a kid seeing fireworks for the first time. “You exploded the GROUND!”
You blinked, unsure how to respond.
Zoro whistled low. “You’re stronger than you look.”
Nami was wide-eyed. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
You shrugged, still spinning the rock.
Robin tilted her head, looking more curious than shocked. “Psychic ability,” she murmured. “Very rare. You must have excellent control.”
Sanji, meanwhile, was clutching his chest. “Mon dieu… she flipped a man with her foot. I am in love. I am ascending.”
You rolled your eyes.
Chopper scrambled up your shoulder, stars in his eyes. “Can you teach me that thing you did with the sword?!”
You raised a brow, then made the rock hover in front of him. He squealed in delight.
Usopp ducked behind Luffy. “Can she read minds?! Wait—can she read MY mind?!”
You smirked. Then deliberately looked at him and said nothing.
He screamed and ran behind a barrel.
And through it all, Luffy never stopped smiling.
—
Later, back on the Sunny, Luffy found you sitting at the railing, watching the sea. The sun was setting, sky turning to amber and pink. You didn’t hear him approach, but you felt him sit beside you.
You glanced at him, then looked away.
He leaned closer. “You okay?”
You nodded.
“You don’t talk a lot,” he said, not as a complaint, just a statement.
You shook your head.
“But you can.”
You hesitated. Then leaned in, gently cupping your hands around his ear.
“I only speak when it matters,” you whispered.
He grinned. “It mattered earlier?”
You nodded again.
He sat back, still smiling. “Good. Then I’ll wait. ‘Til it matters again.”
You stared at him for a second longer. Then reached out, flicked his forehead gently with a little psychic zap.
He flinched. “Hey!”
You didn’t reply. Just smirked.
He grinned wider.
“You’re cool shishishishi,” he said.
And you finally let yourself laugh—quiet, barely audible, but real.
They’d seen your power now. The cat was out of the bag.
But you still had a hundred secrets left to keep.
And the crew?
They were just getting started.
a/n: idk if its just me but i love an overpowered reader, especially if theyre psychic ><
color spread fashion i really liked
Like the Sun, You Broke the Dawn
I tried-
also Robin with purple eyes
finished this in about an hour, maybe not the best 😔
I wore sunglasses on my head one time, and a guy said I looked like Nico Robin
Then I looked her up and she was beautiful
That guy was probably lying to me, but thinking about it makes me happy
have you ever been told you look like a celebrity?
yes (who? 👀)
no
Jealous types.
I just started watching one piece and needed to draw the silly boy to celebrate
✮⋆˙
literally nothing changes if Luffy was the opposite gender, except for Sanji..
Nami would be the one hitting Luffy (like usual) instead if she finishes the food supply, also yelling at Sanji as he cries inside lol
+my pookie ace
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.
I just had a full week of traveling for a move. So here is what each Strawhat would do if they had to catch a plane:
Luffy: wanders around getting distracted by everything. Only packs a backpack filled with meat. Doesn't follow TSA directions and backs up the line. Nearly walks on a different flight. Twice. Nearly misses the plane because he was busy eating. When he finally gets on the plane and it takes off he accidently opens the exit row door thinking it was to the bathroom. Doesn't understand what everyones upset about.
Nami: gets to airport early to shop at all the stores and haggles the prices down. Spends the entire time in the first class lounge ignoring the crew while drinking a fruity drink. Will fly first class even though the rest of the crew is in economy. Is asked to control her child (Luffy).
Usopp: Demands that they be at the airport 4 hours before take off. packs a million bags and ends up fumbling with them through the airport. Is the only person to look at the map and listen to the announcements. Is prepared for a long flight with snacks, water, and several forms of entertainment. Fusses over Luffy the entire time. Gets stuck in the middle seat.
Sanji: spends the entire time carrying Nami and Robin's bags. Is on Zoro watching duty but loses him the second he sees the Duty Free store. Has packed meals and snacks for the flight and is the most casually dressed. Ends up eating at one the a sit down resturant while waiting for the flight. Doesn't understand why his chef knife can't go through security.
Robin: is the most relaxed out of everyone and has the easiest time with security. Packs light and spends the entire time reading a book. Is the only one who succesfully finds a working outlet.
Jinbei: has never flown before and has no idea what he's doing. Gawks at everything and constantly apologizes when learning the rules of TSA and what not. Goes straight to gate and ends up chatting with a nice couple from Alabasta while waiting for flight. Grips arm rest when flight takes off.
Brook: hasn't flown in years but thinks he will be the master at navigating through security. Has the most issues out of everyone. Bags are to heavy so he has to dig through his things and throw things away. Gets randomly selected for extra searches and causes all drug sniffing dogs to go crazy. Spends most of his time getting lost and turned around and ends up sprinting to the gate at the last minute. Gets stuck in front of a kid who kicks his seat the entire time.
Chopper: is first mistaken as a pet until he changes form. Ends up getting mistaken for a mascot and is chased by kids through airport. Runs to robin and turns back into his normal size and spends the rest of the flight at her side. Is the one handing out gum before takeoff.
Franky: can't get past security with all his weapons so Luffy and Usopp check him in as a piece of "oversized luggage". Spends the entire flight under the plane groaning "Lammmee"
Zoro: somehow ends up on the runway wondering "where'd the airport go?" And delays all flights.
✨ One Piece Timeskip Redesigns! ✨
My last art of 2020 went off with a bang! I’ve been working on these for a while and they’re finally ready to share. I thought it might be fun to concept designs for the crew with more influence from the islands they were sent to! They ended up a lil costume-y, but I like that too.
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Big fan of making adopted siblings look like each other
Robin chwan 💕💕
one piece saved my life man
doodle dump. they're all probably several months old but idc
buncha doodles i've got stashed away that i keep forgetting to post. drawin more characters i haven't yet, i'll eventually hit them with the headcanon design beam
funniest One Piece jokes, in a random order
anything realted to Sanji’s wanted poster
anything related to God Usopp Sogeking
when Zoro was about to be turned into a wax statue and struck a pose so that at least he’d look cool if he died
when the whole Whole Cake Island-Big Mom fiasco was presented in the press as the masterplan put together by genius strategist Strawhat Luffy, starting with “sending a bomb” from Fishman Island
when Luffy reunited with Ace in Alabasta by interrupting his dick-measuring contest with Smoker and accidentally flinged them through the diner and a few walls
Duval. I know, but it deserves a separate point
anytime Luffy sends Zoro flying
the fact the Rob Lucci, one of the most ruthless and cruel enemies Luffy has ever had to face canonically spent 5 years of his life doing only. Ventriloquism. With his pet pigeon
Ryonosuke
when the top Baroque Works agents have been waiting for Crocodile around the table for hours and All-Sunday walks in and announces him, he just… turns around in his chair. He was there all along, just made them wait in the biggest power move of the century.
Luffy trying to push a zombie back to the grave
Buggy, aka the lucky bastard of the series and the Marineford arc being promoted to Schichibukai
Law suffering through every moment of the alliance with the Strawhats, pulling the worst disguises in the world one after the other
“north is up”
feel free to add more!
Straw Hat Pirates + John Mulaney quotes
Some random compilation of text post memes!!
Kinda goes well with this lesbian nami text posts
you can find more posts like that if you search meme/s or shitpost in my tags!!!