This is so adorable - - -
Penguin’s been hit by some sort of devil fruit user.
He’s not sure who it was— there was chaos during the height of the fighting, and with five crews involved, he’s just lucky his own group wears matching outfits.
But he’s been hit by a devil fruit and now he’s TINY and LOST.
He’s about tontatta size, from what he’s heard about them from Law. But he’s clearly not got their incredible strength or speed. Instead, after being hit and transforming, he found himself veritably flung through the air in the chaos and landing on a ship.
But not HIS ship.
It takes a moment to recognize it, but Penguin connects the dots when he sees the gargantuan skull outfitted across the front. This is the ship of the Kid pirates, and he’s managed to find himself smack in the middle of the deck.
Shit.
Perhaps the worst part is that the kid pirates are JUST BOARDING as he tries to scurry toward the gangplank, and like. They were enormous to him when he was a NORMAL size. Now he’s one bank note tall and Wire could squish him under one heeled boot.
And sure, they used to have an alliance and the feelings of camaraderie from that might not be totally dead but but they’re certainly not STILL on the same side and Penguin very much doesn’t want to try his luck getting any of their attention.
So between trying to stay out of sight and out of boot stomping range AND realising that the only exit he can find is impassable for someone of his size, he ends up instead accidentally veering into the belly of the ship.
Hahahaha shit.
The Victoria Punk is lavishly decorated in comparison to the Polar Tang’s surgically clean interior, full of hanging tapestries and drapes and gaudy bright colours.
Penguin just needs somewhere to hide to think out his next move, so he ducks through the first open doorway.
It’s a bedroom and it’s a mess. Patterned clothing litters the floor, a dresser with each drawer pulled out, and a HUGD bed swaying from the ceiling. It smells like the small window has never been opened, but that could be because Penguin is at eye level with all the laundry.
The laundry that he lunges under as the door is suddenly thrown fully open.
So much for time to think.
It’s to his horror that he watches the man slam the door behind him and throw himself onto the bed before TAKING OFF HIS MASK.
Fuck. Shit. This is Killer’s room.
And Penguin has now seen his face.
Fucking shit fuck. Killer is going to, well, kill him. He’s a dead man walking.
And the worst part of it all is that, although Killer's now laying on his back and Penguin can only see his legs hanging over the side, Killer’s face is HOT.
That’s just. That’s not fair.
Penguin takes a deep (quiet) breath to collect himself. He’s buried under a polka dot shirt, peeking out from between two buttons. Looking around, there’s a crack beneath the door that he could wiggle through, but it wouldn’t be inconspicuous.
He probably couldn’t scale the wall high enough to reach the window and he doesn’t know if it opens.
His best bet MIGHT be to just wait however long until Killer leaves again, but there’s no telling how long that will be and Penguin doesn’t want to risk the boat leaving.
Fuck. What does he do if the BOAT LEAVES?
Nope. No catastrophising. Penguin re-centres. Maybe there’s mouse holes somewhere around the base of the room?
Peeking out from the shirt, he scans carefully around the room. The only possible spot is directly under the dresser, which—
A chill goes up Penguin’s spine and he swallows as he becomes keenly aware of a pair of eyes trained on him.
He looks up up up and makes eye contact with. Killer.
Once again, he does have to take a moment to appreciate that Killer’s face seems to be chiseled by a god. Not fair.
The look Killer is giving Penguin is one of mild intrigue. He’s sitting up on the bed, and Penguin curses the fact that he’s probably got some sort of haki that gave him away.
Killer leans forward and Penguin feels like a mouse being stalked by a cat.
“Hey,” says Killer. The massacre solder. The massacre solder is talking to him.
“Uh,” says Penguin. “You’re hallucinating.”
Killer blinks at him and for a moment Penguin thinks he might believe him, but then, quick as shit, Killer lunges forward, reaching out—
And wrapping one (large) hand around both the shirt and Penguin, as Penguin squeaks like the mouse he apparently is.
“Pretty real for a hallucination,” Killer says, and for one terrifying moment Penguin thinks he’s going to be crushed in his grip when it tightens around him.
What a way to go.
But then Killer is disentangling him from the shirt he’s in and picking him up by the scruff of his boiler suit to dangle him mere inches in front of Killer’s face.
Killer frowns. “I know you,” he says.
“Nope!” says Penguin.
“You’re that Heart Pirate,” says Killer.
“…lucky guess from the outfit,” Penguin says.
“…Penguin,” Killer says after a moment’s pause.
“Well that’s not fair, it’s on my hat,” grouses Penguin, crossing his arms.
Then he uncrosses them. “Please don’t kill me,” he says.
Penguin has gone through too much in life to consider himself above begging.
Killer blinks at him. “Why would I do that?”
Penguin squints. “Because I’ve seen you without your mask?”
Killer blinks again. Then he stifles a snort. “I don’t care about that shit.”
“You… don’t?”
Killer lightly shakes him and Penguin shrieks a little.
“Nah, all of Wano has seen my face. I wear it because I don’t want to lose an eye in close range fights. I’m not sacrificing depth perception.”
Huh.
“Well good because you’re beautiful,” Penguin says.
Then he slaps his hand over his face. How many times has Law complained about his lack of filter?
Killer, when Penguin looks at him again, looks… delicately amused. “Bold words from someone six inches tall,” he says.
“Not my fault,” Penguin says. “Devil fruit in the fight.”
Killer nods. He considers. He swings Penguin up and suddenly Penguin is sailing through the air and landing on his shoulder. He digs his nails into the blue fabric in desperation as he starts to slide.
Killer doesn’t seem to mind, though. He stands up, pats Penguin on the head like he’s a pet of some sort, and leaves the room.
Riding on Killer’s shoulder the world goes by VERY fast.
Killer goes deeper into the ship, opening a door at the very end of a hallway to find Kid. The fucking captain. Oh man.
“Hey Kid,” Killer says. “We set off yet?”
“Yeah dumbass,” Kid says. “Can’t you feel it?” Then he narrows his eyes. “You got a rat on your shoulder?”
Penguin is insulted. If anything he’s a mouse.
“This is my little guy,” Killer says. He pats Penguin again.
Penguin is just now taking in what Kid said. “Wait you already LEFT?” he shouts.
“Your rat TALKS!” Yells Kid.
“You need to wear your glasses,” says Killer. “Also, can you den den the Hearts and tell them we have one of theirs?”
“Fuck no, I’m not talking to that bastard again.”
Killer gives him a flat look. “Den den or I’m not cooking you more cabbage pie.”
“I’m the captain, you can’t order me around.”
They begin a stare-off that Penguin is beginning to think is a normal part of their routine.
“…Fucker. Fine,” Kid says. “I’ll tell them we’re dropping that CREATURE off at the next port.”
“That we’ll wait for them on the next island, yes,” Killer says as he leaves the room.
Well. That’s a relief. Probably. Penguin once again feels like he’s sailing through the air as Killer heads back down the hallway.
He very quickly finds himself as a sort of. Mascot to the Kid pirates. For a week, everyone eyes him like a pet, tries to feed him scraps of food, and do the “two finger pet” down his back as Killer has suggested.
He stays, for the most part, attached to Killer’s shoulder.
A week in, he wakes up in the middle of the night feeling VERY nauseated.
Then, he realises that he is VERY big. Or, average big, really. And he’s laying directly on top of Killer. He doesn’t have enough time to freak out, though, because Killer blinks himself awake.
He looks down at Penguin, sprawled on his chest, and throws an arm over him.
“Hey little guy,” he says. Then he squeezes him once and goes back to sleep.
Penguin does too.
It’s nice.
18 notes
·
View notes
Tag Navigation
Here is a list of tags to help navigate the event fanworks better
ALL fanworks (chronological)*
ALL fanworks (non-chrono)*
*(does not include 2021 fanworks due to account change)
2024 Heart Pirates Week
Day 1 ღ Jean Bart ღ Cursed
Day 2 ღ Shachi ღ Celebration
Day 3 ღ Penguin ღ Loyalty
Day 4 ღ Ikkaku ღ Night
Day 5 ღ Clione ღ Food
Day 6 ღ Uni ღ Aftermath
Day 7 ღ Bepo ღ Return
Day 8 ღ Hakugan ღ Caught
Day 9 ღ Law ღ Tattoos ღ Fantasy AU
Participants
aaaghhhhhh
ayuventi
blackyote
chromatic-lamina
cal-cium-the-nerd
deadnamedblog
fab_ia
frogfemur
loresona
melancholitas
moonj-fool
nehswritesstuffs
ninhaoma-ya
purplehairedwonder
rambird12
sen-ya
sobakensyn
tinycurlyfry
wanifufufu
2023 Heart Pirate Week
Day 1 ღ Jean Bart ღ Scars
Day 2 ღ Shachi ღ Snow
Day 3 ღ Penguin ღ Submarine
Day 4 ღ Ikkaku ღ Repair
Day 5 ღ Clione ღ Touch
Day 6 ღ Uni ღ Home
Day 7 ღ Bepo ღ Lost
Day 8 ღ Hakugan ღ Broken
Day 9 ღ Law ღ Smile ღ Cora Lives AU
Participants
chromatic-lamina
ninhaoma-ya
fab_ia
chibiwitch98
tinycurlyfry
purplehairedwonder
cal-cium-the-nerd
sobakensyn
2021 Heart Pirate Week
ღ Day 1: Jean Bart/Protective ღ
ღ Day 2: Shachi/Heartbeat ღ
ღ Day 3: Penguin/Coffee ღ
ღ Day 4: Ikkaku/Family ღ
ღ Day 5: Clione/Warmth ღ
ღ Day 6: Uni/Underwater ღ
ღ Day 7: Bepo/Storm ღ
ღ Day 8: Law/Homesick ღ
Participants
ninhaoma-ya
anubislover
marci-vallo
kitozune
chromatic-lamina
axaustralis
majoraop
polarurchin
alegnace
Tag navigation on desktop can be found here: https://heart-pirates-week.tumblr.com/navigation
AO3 collection (all years)
ღ 2024 Prompts ღ Rules ღ AO3 collection for 2024 ღ
17 notes
·
View notes
*dragging Ace into the infirmary*
Law: "Phoenix-ya, can you check on him? I can't deal with this today."
Marco: "But wasn't last time my turn as well? It's your boyfriend, after all."
Law:"I had to patch up Eustass-ya and Strawhat-ya today, that was already enough lunacy for this week . Also, he's your family member!"
Ace: "Uhm.. guys? It's not that bad, I don't even need to be here--"
Marco: "Cut the crap and sit yourself back down!"
Law: "Yes, you do! Stop being so reckless!"
*continued bickering*
20 min later
Ace:"Thanks, Chopper, I'm feeling just like new! Still don't get why they're always making such a big deal out of this, though..."
Chopper:"Ehehe, I'm not happy or anything, at all!! Well, they just care a lot about you. When they realize I patched you up they'll be pissed."
Ace:"How so? It seemed to me more like they didn't want to deal with my clumsy ass..."
Chopper:"It's rather they respect each other and don't entrust anyone else with this. Would you rather see them fighting over who gets to patch you up?"
Ace: *thinks for a second, then shudders* "Nope, I'm good!"
54 notes
·
View notes