I think they should just edit anime Chopper right into the live action like Who Framed Roger Rabbit
mon ster trio ~ !! kissing their scars.
warnings: a bit suggestive on zoro's.
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Monkey D. Luffy
He was lying on the deck.
Arms behind his head,
His shirt hiked up just enough to reveal the x-shaped scar on his chest.
You sat beside him,
Watching the way the sun caught his skin.
Without a word,
You leaned down and placed a soft kiss right on the center of the scar.
Luffy blinked.
“Huh? What was that for?”
You smiled.
“For being strong.”
He stared for a second…
Then grinned that big goofy smile.
“I didn’t even feel it! Do it again!”
You rolled your eyes and kissed it once more.
Just to see him laugh.
“Does it heal faster with kisses?”
he asked,
Clearly considering the science.
You giggled.
“Maybe.”
“Well then—”
He flopped dramatically onto your lap.
“Kiss the rest of me too! Just in case!”
Roronoa Zoro
He had his shirt off after training.
Sweat clinging to his body,
Swords resting by the wall.
You stepped behind him,
Fingers ghosting over the long scar down his chest.
Zoro flinched.
Not from pain,
But from surprise.
“…What are you doing?”
You didn’t answer.
Instead,
You leaned in and kissed the base of the scar.
Your lips lingering softly.
He tensed,
Silent.
Then..
“…That’s not gonna help me train, you know.”
You smirked.
“It’s not for training.”
When you kissed higher along the scar.
He caught your wrist gently.
“You’re gonna make me forget what I was doing.”
His voice was low and rough.
But he wasn't stopping you.
You kissed once more,
Mear his collarbone.
“…Too late,”
He muttered.
Vinsmoke Sanji
He was rolling his sleeves up,
Forearms bare,
Cigarette resting between his lips.
Your eyes fell on the old burn scars near his hands.
The ones he never talked about.
“Sanji?”
“Hm?”
Before he could react,
You brought one of his hands up and pressed a soft kiss to the scar.
Then another.
And another.
He froze.
The cigarette dropped.
“Mon dieu…”
You looked up,
Worried for a second.
“Too much?”
He cupped your face with his free hand,
Eyes a little glassy.
“No one’s ever… done that.”
You kissed the scar again gently.
“You deserve it.”
Sanji didn’t say anything.
He just pulled you in close.
And held you against his chest for a long, quiet moment.
And yes, his hands trembled just a little.
characters: zoro, sanji, law, ace, kid
words count: around 300-500 each
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The crew is gathered at a lively tavern, drinks flowing, laughter echoing off the wooden walls. You’re seated next to Zoro, who, as usual, seems more focused on his drink than the conversation. His arm is draped casually along the back of the bench, and at some point, probably without realizing it, his fingers start lightly tracing circles on your shoulder.
It’s absentminded, subconscious, but you notice.
And so does everyone else.
You don’t say anything at first, just letting yourself enjoy the rare show of affection. Zoro isn’t exactly the touchy type, so the feeling of his rough, calloused fingers against your skin is something to savor. You lean into him just a little, and his grip unconsciously tightens.
Then, Sanji snickers “Didn’t take you for the clingy type, Marimo.”
Zoro’s fingers stops instantly.
You can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he replays the last few minutes, piecing together what just happened. His arm stiffens, and when you glance up, you find his face frozen in mild horror, like his own body has just betrayed him.
“What the hell are you talking about?” His voice comes out a little too sharp, too defensive, which only makes Sanji smirk wider.
“Oh, nothing” The cook takes a drag of his cigarette “It’s just cute, that's all. Didn’t think you’d be the type to get all touchy in public.”
Zoro yanks his arm back so fast you almost fall sideways “I wasn’t!” He groans, rubbing his face like he can physically scrub the moment from existence “It wasn’t on purpose.”
You stifle a laugh, reaching up to pat his arm “Relax, Zoro. It’s fine.”
He glares at you, but there’s a bit of redness creeping up his neck “I don’t do that stuff in public.”
Sanji hums, clearly enjoying this way too much “Mhm. Sure. Just keep telling yourself that.”
Zoro grumbles something under his breath, clearly ready to die on this hill. But even as he crosses his arms and scowls at his drink, his knee remains pressed against yours under the table.
Accidental or not, you’ll take what you can get.
The sun is setting over the Sunny, casting golden hues across the deck. Dinner is long over, but most of the crew lingers, full and satisfied. You sit beside Sanji near the railing, listening to the breeze and the distant laughter of the others. He’s in a good mood, smiling as he talks to you about a new dessert he’s planning, something with caramel and sea salt, he says, because “a contrast of flavors makes things more exciting, mon amour.”
You roll your eyes at the nickname but don’t bother fighting it. Sanji flirts like he breathes, and by now, you’ve just learned to go along with it.
Then, it happens.
You’re mid-sip of your drink when Sanji, without thinking, reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
It’s so natural, so smooth, that it takes you a second to process what just happened. The conversation around you continues, but you feel frozen, heat creeping up your neck.
Sanji, of course, remains utterly unaware. He keeps talking like nothing’s happened, his fingers lingering near your ear for just a moment before pulling away. It wasn’t even a grand gesture, just an absentminded, casual thing. But the way it makes your heart stutter? Absolutely unfair.
Unfortunately, someone does notice.
“Oi, Sanji,” Usopp teases, leaning over the table with a shit-eating grin “Didn’t know you were already at the ‘tucking their hair back like a romance novel protagonist’ stage.”
Sanji blinks “Hah?”
Nami chuckles “That was smooth, even for you.”
Sanji frowns, clearly replaying the last few seconds in his head. His hand twitches, as if only now realizing what it just did. He looks at you, at your slightly wide eyes, at the way you’re still holding your drink midair like an idiot, and then… it hits him.
“Oh—!” His face erupts into red “I—I wasn’t—! That was—!”
He immediately buries his face in his hands, groaning “Shit… I didn’t even notice I—!”
“You touched their hair, Sanji,” Usopp deadpans, grinning. “That’s practically a confession.”
Sanji sputters, waving his arms dramatically “It’s not like that! I— I just—” He stops, then sighs, rubbing his temples. “Mon dieu…”
You watch him, amused. The smooth-talking, ever-flirty Sanji, reduced to a blushing mess over one small gesture.
You smile. Maybe you didn’t mind it so much after all.
Trafalgar Law doesn't do public displays of affection. The man acts like love is a classified disease, and he’s the only doctor qualified to handle it.
Which is why the Heart Pirates are absolutely living for this moment.
It starts small, Bepo makes an offhand comment about how you and Law seem weirdly close today. And by that, he means Law has casually draped an arm around your waist while reading his book.
Then it escalates.
Law, your usually grumpy, no-nonsense captain, absentmindedly feeds you a bite of his food at dinner. Like it’s nothing. Like this is normal.
The crew goes silent.
Then whispers.
Then snickering.
Shachi elbows Penguin “Did you see that?”
“I felt that” Penguin whispers back, eyes wide.
“Are we being punked?” Ikkaku mutters “Is this a medical experiment or what?”
Meanwhile, Law, completely oblivious, keeps eating... until he notices just how unnaturally quiet everyone has gotten. He glances up, fork mid-air, only to be met with a table full of smug grins and barely contained laughter.
“…What?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.
Bepo smiles innocently “Nothing, Captain. Please, continue being adorable.”
Law blinks. Then slowly turns to you, as if just now realizing what he’s done.
You, being the absolute menace that you are, grin and open your mouth again, waiting for another bite.
A muscle in his jaw twitches.
“You’re enjoying this” he mutters.
“Oh, immensely.”
Law exhales through his nose, looking between the crew and you. For a second, it seems like he’ll retreat, go full grumpy captain mode,
but instead, he smirks, leans in, and presses a quick kiss to your cheek.
The chaos that erupts is instant.
Shachi falls out of his chair. Penguin screams. Bepo claps. Ikkaku nearly chokes on her drink.
Law, of course, acts like nothing happened and goes right back to eating.
But the red tips of his ears? Oh yeah. That’s a win.
The bonfire crackles, casting a golden glow over the Whitebeard Pirates as laughter and conversation fill the night air. You’re sitting next to Ace, comfortably close, the warmth of the fire mingling with the heat radiating off his skin.
He’s relaxed, grinning as he chats with Marco, one arm casually slung over the back of the log where you're sitting. It's nothing unusual... Ace has always been a little touchy without thinking much of it. But at some point, his fingers start absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair, twirling and tugging in slow, lazy motions.
You blink.
The conversation continues like nothing’s happening, and Ace doesn’t seem to notice what he’s doing. It’s almost endearing, the way he’s so comfortable, so unaware, until Thatch smirks over his tankard and loudly clears his throat.
“Well, well” Thatch drawls, tapping his mug against Marco’s “Didn’t realize we were in the middle of a romantic drama. Should we leave you two alone?”
Ace freezes mid-twist of your hair.
His fingers tighten ever so slightly before he slowly lets the strand slip from his grip. The realization crashes down on him in real-time, his freckles disappearing under the deepening red of his face.
“Huh?” His voice cracks slightly “I...That’s not...”
Marco chuckles, sipping his drink “You’re adorable when you’re oblivious, yoi.”
Ace immediately throws a handful of sand in his direction, scowling. “Shut up!” His voice is a little too high-pitched to be threatening “I wasn’t—! It wasn’t on purpose!”
“Sure” Thatch grins, wiggling his eyebrows “Accidental flirting. A classic.”
Ace groans into his hands, looking very much like he wants the ground to swallow him whole. You, on the other hand, are biting back a laugh as you lean in slightly.
“Didn’t know you liked playing with my hair” you tease, just loud enough for him to hear.
His head snaps to you, wide-eyed, before he grumbles something incoherent under his breath. You’re pretty sure you catch the words never living this down.
Still, despite his embarrassment, he doesn’t move away, his warmth lingers beside you, a silent contradiction to his flustered protests.
The atmosphere in the tavern is loud and chaotic, just the way the Kid Pirates like it. The crew is drinking, shouting, and causing their usual brand of mayhem while you sit beside Kid, with your drink. He’s in a rare good mood tonight, smirking as he argues with Killer over some pointless bet.
You’re just relaxing, letting the warmth of the room settle into your bones, when you feel it... Kid’s hand resting on your thigh.
Not just resting. His fingers drum absently against your skin, his grip solid, like it belongs there.
Your brain short-circuits for a second. He’s not the type for public affection. Hell, he barely acknowledges feelings exist, so the fact that he’s touching you like this, so casually, is… unexpected.
And the worst part? He doesn’t seem to realize he’s doing it.
You glance down, then back up at him. He’s still engaged in his conversation with Killer, completely unaware of the way his thumb is now slowly tracing circles against your leg.
It’s fine. It’s totally fine. You can just pretend like this isn’t affecting you...
"Oi, Kid" Heat suddenly snickers from across the table, eyes gleaming with mischief "y/n is so red that it like they're about to explode. Didn’t know you were the handsy type."
Kid pauses mid-sentence "Huh?"
He follows Heat’s gaze, straight to where his hand is resting on you. His fingers twitch. You feel the exact moment his brain catches up with his body, the slow realization creeping onto his face.
The entire table is watching now, grinning like they’ve just witnessed something hilarious.
"Shit," Kid mutters, yanking his hand away like he’s been burned. His face twists into a scowl, and his cheeks—just barely—tinge red "I wasn’t—!" His voice raises, defensive. "It was just—!"
Killer snorts "Yeah, sure. Just absentmindedly groping them in the middle of a crowded tavern. Totally normal."
The crew erupts into laughter. Kid growls, kicking Heat’s chair out from under him, sending the man crashing to the floor "Shut the hell up!"
You bite your lip, fighting back a grin.
Even as he huffs and glares at his drink, grumbling about stupid bastards and their stupid comments, his knee remains firmly pressed against yours under the table.
Accidental or not, he’s not moving away.
And neither are you.
Doctors orders 🚭🚭🚭
You know the song? "My heart will go on" imagine how the monster trio (separately) would react to reader singing that song and they've never heard of the song before so it's completely new to them.
Yesyesyesyesyes—I would LOVE to do this. This is adorable. It’s the Celine Dion one right?? There’s so many I’m thinking of right now lol
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