Hats, a chaotic but warm sleepover was in full swing. Blankets and pillows covered every inch of the living room floor like a sea of comfort. Popcorn bowls were half-spilled, soda cans hissed open at intervals, and a movie played in the background—long forgotten due to the commotion.

Y/N, Luffy’s soon-to-be wife, sat on the edge of a beanbag, nervously smoothing out the sleeves of her hoodie as she peeked around the room. This wasn’t just a sleepover—it was a test. She was unofficially on trial for the approval of not only Luffy’s crew but also his brothers, Ace and Sabo, who had arrived that afternoon with bags slung over their shoulders and mischief already in their eyes.

Zoro, half-buried in pillows, side-eyed Y/N between sips of his beer. He didn’t say much—he rarely did—but the fact that he hadn’t left the room was already a good sign. When he muttered, “At least she isn’t loud and annoying like Luffy,” Sanji nearly choked on his drink trying not to laugh.

Sanji, meanwhile, had gone full-host mode. He’d made too many snacks, too many drinks, and couldn’t stop offering Y/N everything from strawberry parfaits to sushi rolls. “Anything for the lady of the future Pirate King,” he’d said dramatically, though he flinched every time she laughed at Luffy’s dumb jokes.

Nami was the real challenge. The navigator sat cross-legged beside Robin, sipping wine with a look of curiosity—observant, not unfriendly. She asked Y/N about her job, how she handled Luffy’s chaos, and if she had any financial stability. “You’ll need patience,” she’d warned with a teasing smile. “And a firm grip on your wallet.”

Usopp tested her endurance with story time, going on about their adventures and sneakily inserting made-up moments to see if she’d fall for them. When Y/N called him out, he grinned and declared, “Okay, okay, she’s good.”

Chopper was already obsessed. She’d brought him a little medical plushie kit as a gift, and he kept following her around like a shadow, calling her “big sister” by the end of the night.

Franky shouted “SUUUPER SISTER-IN-LAW!” five minutes in and gave her a fist bump so strong it nearly knocked her over.

Brook politely asked if he could see her panties, got smacked by Nami, and then apologized with a serenade dedicated to her and Luffy. The melody was weirdly sweet and off-key but touching in its own way.

Robin, cool and calm, had simply observed. She liked people who could keep up with the Straw Hats’ chaos. She eventually leaned toward Y/N with a soft smile and said, “You make him calmer. That’s impressive.” That alone meant the world.

Then came the brothers.

Sabo, polite and charming, spent a quiet half-hour talking to her in the kitchen over leftover cookies. “You seem steady. Luffy needs that,” he said, sipping tea like an elegant older brother. “He’s a wildfire. You’re... the anchor.” His approval came easily, like a warm breeze.

Ace was harder to read. He was loud, competitive, and immediately dragged Y/N into a round of Mario Kart with a wicked grin. “You beat me, I’ll consider it,” he challenged. She did. Twice.