Mackenyu Irl Is Zoro Irl Saga Continues

LUFFY WAS SOOO CUTE THIS CHAPTER

I live for luffy fanfics

may I please request a Luffy x fem reader (they aren’t together yet) but Luffy has a big crush on the reader without realizing and he’s always super touchy with her without thinking anything of it, like always holding her or picking her up when they’re on adventures and protecting her too all without realizing until the crew makes a comment about it to him, I think it would be super adorable. thank you!

This is going to be more like a poem? I don't know much about poems lmao but I wanted to try this "poetic" style/format of writing. I hope you enjoy.

Closer than he knew

his arm slung over your shoulders, his warmth pressed to your side. a habit. a thing he does.

he grabs your hand before you even think to reach for his. it’s natural. thoughtless. not a question, just a certainty.

“c’mon,” he grins, tugging you along, lifting you—feet off the ground, body against his, carried as easily as air.

he holds you close when the seas rock too hard. grins wide when you laugh, grins wider when you don’t let go.

his hands, everywhere. your wrist, your waist, the small of your back. not lingering, not hesitant— just there, just his.

a shadow moves too fast in the chaos luffy is faster. his arm snaps out, shielding you before the strike lands.

"stay back," he says. but you don’t. you never do.

your weapon captures the blade meant for him. you call his name when an enemy moves too close. his name, always the first thing on your lips.

your voice, sharp. “get back.” his, just as firm. “you first.”

you watch his back, and he watches yours

but sometimes he's not quick enough. he feels so guilty. he was too late a thick voice cuts through the wreckage

"i follow the chaos and what do you know? it leads straight to you."

zoro, unimpressed. a hand on his sword. "what the hell, luffy? you’re gonna get us killed."

luffy turns shoulders rising, falling. fists still clenched. men groaning as the dust settles. "i wasn't looking for a fight." he mutters

he moves, slightly. just enough.

you, standing just behind him. blood runs down your arm, hair disheveled, a hand over your abdomen and the wince you try to hide. it's painful.

zoro stills, luffy speaks "do you know what they did?" his voice is lower now his hands twitch at his sides, aching to swing again.

"they put their hands on her."

silence. heavy. understanding.

it’s just luffy. luffy, who grins when you hold onto him. who sleeps sprawled across you like you’re part of the ship. who gets louder when you laugh, who goes quiet when you don’t let go.

flames crackle between all of you, embers drift, stars in their own right the crew is full, alive. your face is soft in the flickering light lips curved, gaze steady.

he notices. of course he does. robin notices. of course she does.

"you always seem to find your way back to her."

she tells him, low and knowing luffy tilts his head, blinking thinking.

the warmth in his chest—he’s always felt it. the need to be close, to hold, to protect— it’s instinct, like breathing.

he looks at you. you smile. his chest tightens

oh.

oh.

so that’s what this is.

In short, ASL are the BEST BROTHERS in ALL of Anime 🔥

zoro roronoa doesn’t let his guard down. even in his most vulnerable moments, his senses remain sharp, honed in by years of discipline. it’s woven into the threads of his very being to remain vigilant at every moment, even his naps. a second of hesitation could change the tides, threatening everything he’s sought so hard to achieve.

on top of that, he is very sensitive about his back. the mere thought of it getting scarred brings him a sense of shame so he ensures that it’s protected at all costs.

when you first started sharing a bed, zoro would lay flat and pull you to his chest if you insisted on cuddling. it’s how it’s always been and you figure it’s how it’ll always be.

but he has a habit of surprising you.

late one night, when the moon hung high in the sky and casted it’s soft glow over everything, zoro looked at you. his eye searched for something in your expression and after what felt like him sifting through the deepest depths of your soul, he slowly turned to his side, bare back exposed to you.

it takes a moment for you to process what he’s insinuating.

carefully, the ghost of your finger runs down his spine and you watch as he shivers, curling into himself a little more. his unguarded back was now at your mercy, the almost unblemished skin — save for a few beautiful moles, was now exposed to you.

the unspoken invitation lays before you, the palms of your hands sliding from his back and around his waist, accepting the quiet request of letting him be the little spoon for once. with a gentle smile, you cradle yourself along him, placing a sweet kiss on his shoulder in thanks for trusting you with such a privilege.

It’s 2025 and people think Zoro and Sanji hates each other like

I don’t like being near people I dislike, but maybe that’s just me 🤷‍♀️

They’re like brothers who are very competitive…or old married couple.

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wait. oh god.

Kindest of them all. Outfit for @sanjiartcollab 🫶

Papa and son<3