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"Proship" does not and has never meant "problematic ship"

The "pro" in "proship" is a prefix to mean "in favor of"

"Proship" was a label created after anti-[ship] was created

It has never meant "problematic ship"

If someone tells you that "proship" means "problematic ship" they are lying. Whether intentionally or not, they are perpetuating a lie spread by antishippers

#while I am generally not here to get into fandom discourse bc i have better things to do with my life #at the same time I am generally quite chill with shipping. ship your fictional characters till your heart's content #it's shipping real people is where I draw the line but that's getting into the ethics behind rpf. which in general is very unethical #but that's a whole other rant and this is about shipping fictional characters. pls ship and have fun w/your blorbos. #you'll have a lot more fun if you do #especially if you figure out how to put them in varied situations and relationships

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"I want my fanfic to really explore the possibilities of the text and characters–the things that the source material doesn't dwell on long enough– or genuinely question what the characters would look like in different situations and settings," said the Fool. "I'm not just projecting my own broken relationships and mental health problems onto Trafalgar D. Water Law."

#ACCURATE #SADLY #this is why he's just such a good blorbo you know? #he is the best

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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

#indeed #i do like numbered lists as jumping off points but feel free to ask me literally anything #I am not shy lol not about that anyhow

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Heart Pirates Week 2024 - MASTERPOST

I promised myself last year that I'd do this year's Heart Pirates Week, and Lordy Lord did I do Heart Pirates week.

Day One: Jean Bart - Cursed

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Day Two: Shachi - Celebration

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Day Three: Penguin - Loyalty

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Day Four: Ikkaku - Night

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Day Five: Clione - Food

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Day Six: Uni - Aftermath

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Day Seven: Bepo - Return

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Day Eight: Hakugan - Caught

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Day Nine: Law - Tattoos and/or Fantasy AU

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Thanks for reading! Here's to a possible repeat in 2025!

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Heart Pirates #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #this is mainly here to keep everything together so don't mind me lol #Trafalgar Law #Jean Bart (One Piece) #Penguin (One Piece) #Shachi (One Piece) #Ikkaku (One Piece) #Clione (One Piece) #Uni (One Piece) #Bepo #Bepo (One Piece) #Hakugan (One Piece) #Trafalgar D. Water Law #i got married and started a new job during this it's an amazing time

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 9 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Nine: Law - Tattoos and/or Fantasy AU

794 words; this also might become something else later; I wonder how many of us Same Brained this prompt bc it’s, like, perfect (I did not look at what others did to spoil myself); warnings for this one is basically just mild language

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“Room.”

Law closed his eyes as he felt magic course through him, making his hair stand on-end. Once opened, he saw that his opponents were pissing their breeches, knowing that they messed up. So much for what looked like an easy target—a lone man on a deserted forest road—if only they noticed the magic sigils inked onto his body earlier…

“This is your last chance,” he smirked. “Now what’s it gonna be?”

“Tch; I can’t have some prissy pretty-boy get the better of me,” the bandit leader growled. He was trying to keep a brave face, even though none of his men were even close to bothering. From the looks of their own bags, whomever were their first targets of the day were too soft and useless and rich for him to be no less than the month’s biggest regret. “Any last words before we kill you?”

Ha; wasn’t even convincing.

“Shambles.”

Law’s tattoos glowed blue and chaos broke free. A twitch of his fingers and his opponents were tossed about in wee bits, screaming obscenities as they realized they were all still alive.

“Now!” Penguin shouted, just out of sight. The Heart Bandits all popped into view, grabbing the others’ things and running off before anyone could realize what was going on. Law stuck the leader’s arms on either side of his head and let the abomination drop to the ground.

“Good luck getting back together,” he chuckled. The bandit only was able to open his mouth before he vanished, having used his ability to pop himself down the road.

“It looks like a good haul today!” Shachi grinned. “They go down okay?”

“Like always,” Law replied. The Hearts all ran back to where the rest of their half of the crew was waiting with the horses, Law putting everyone in the saddles instantly and the ten-strong group all galloped off.

It was a couple hours’ ride, but eventually they made it to their current hideout. The group was greeted by the rest of the Hearts, with everyone but Bepo grabbing the haul and beginning to go through it.

“You didn’t go in by yourself again, did you?” Bepo asked as he led Penguin and Shachi’s horses into the paddock. Law disengaged from his mount and tied the horse up next to its trough, not answering. “You did! Law! You shouldn’t do that so often! You’re going to overdo it one day!”

“You worry too much,” Law insisted. Bepo simply frowned, the pair in uncomfortable silence until Ikkaku came over and took charge of the paddock.

“Hey, there’s something interesting you need to see in the loot,” she said, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder. Law took that as an opportunity to escape, but Bepo did not let him off easy, following him back into the main of the encampment.

“I keep on warning you!” the bear pouted. “You keep going into these raids by yourself and you’re going to bite off more than you can chew!”

“Relax,” Law shrugged. “The rest of the crew wasn’t far behind. Besides, if it was that much, then we’d be screwed no matter what.”

“Captain…!”

“Come with us next time if you’re so scared.”

“Then who will guard camp?”

“They’re not useless.”

“Yeah, I know that…” Bepo trailed off as they approached Uni and Clione as they were going through the loot they’d gotten from the other bandits. There was something about it that felt… off. “What’cha got there?”

“Solid gold from the looks of it,” Clione claimed. He held out what looked like a weight measurement—a shiny golden bell. “I can’t make some of it out; must be from a place outside of the North.”

“I can see exactly where the rest came from,” Law said gravely. He took a coin Uni was holding out and looked at it in the late afternoon sunlight. “Dressrosa.”

“The one and the same,” Uni confirmed. He then presented what looked like a gem-encrusted bracelet. “This has a mark from a smith in Spider Miles; definitely all related somehow.”

“Maybe it means we beat up some of his lackeys?” Bepo wondered. “Joker’s network is spread far as well as deep.”

“It’s possible,” Law agreed. “Where’s Jean Bart? Does he have the new spellbook deciphered?”

“He’s working on it,” Clione shrugged. “We only got that thing two days ago—you want him to translate it, not work a miracle.”

“If Joker’s men are here, then that means that we need something a lot more spectacular than a miracle,” Law stated. He felt as though he would jump out of his skin; Doflamingo was close and he had the means. This could be it…

…only for a familiar cackle to cut through the air.

Oh, shit.

Straw Hat.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Heart Pirates Week #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #Trafalgar Law #ugh this one got delayed bc I legit started a new job. which is great! i love the job so far! but it delayed this certainly #Trafalgar D. Water Law

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 8 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Eight: Hakugan - Caught

912 words; I struggled with this one until I almost couldn’t stop, let me tell you; the warning for this one is non-sexual nakedness and references to some of the darker things that happen in canon; still not proofread lololol

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He had one condition: the mask stayed on. That was all Hakugan asked for as he hesitated before the gangplank, staring at the captain who was standing on the deck.

“Whatever; don’t let it get in the way.”

Nodding, Hakugan stepped onto the Polar Tang and into his new life as a pirate. He was shedding his past, as he knew many others did once they boarded a ship—let alone a pirate ship—and it was freeing beyond all measure. Once he was atop the deck, he followed the captain underneath before being passed off to a surly-looking woman about his age.

“This is what I’ve got to work with?” she scoffed. “You’re killing me, Cap.” The captain simply kept walking, making the woman scowl. “Fine. Whatever. So, what’s your name?”

“Hakugan.”

“…okay. Hakugan.” She seemed to be testing the name out on her lips. “You ever been on a ship before?”

“Yes, but not like this one,” he said. The young man shuffled back and forth on his feet. “I like this one better.”

She raised an eyebrow, her expression somewhat curious. “As long as you remember this is my baby, got it?” She patted the nearest bit of metal wall. “Ever since I got here and liberated her from the morons, she’s been under my care, so what I say goes, got it?”

Hakugan nodded, not wanting to incur someone’s wrath so quickly. “Is there somewhere I can wash up first before I get hazed? It’s been a bit.”

“Yeah; showers are down the corridor, to your right,” she said, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder. “First door should have some clean underwear, socks, and coveralls that’ll fit you. Use those until we can get you some new clothes—those are filthy.”

Shrugging, Hakugan didn’t argue that fact. His clothes were more sweat and dirt than fabric at that point. “I’ll, erm, meet you in the engine room in half an hour…?”

“Sounds fair.” She then turned around and left him alone, allowing him to grab what he needed out of the cupboard before slipping into the shower room. It was very open for the most part, but there were a few stalls in the corner, doors nothing more than a curtain. He grabbed a towel from the stack along the wall and hid himself in a stall, freezing as he stared at himself in the mirror.

‘I’m doing this,’ he marveled silently. ‘I’m really doing this.’ He hung the towel on a peg and the underwear and coveralls on the curtain rod so they were mostly out of the stall. First, he kicked off his boots so the rested outside the stall—new ones were going to become a priority despite they were the best things he had—followed by peeling off his clothes. Soon there was a crumpled lump of clothing in the corner as he stood there naked save his mask…

…the one thing he would stubbornly carry over from his old life.

Carefully, Hakugan took the mask off and hung it up on a hook before looking at himself again in the mirror. There, plain in the yellowed overhead lights, he saw his reflection and cringed. He saw his twin brands: the one over his left eye that took out his vision, leaving the claw parts of the Hoof above and below his eye, while the other one sat on his right cheek, put there after they had secured him from struggling more. If he was lucky, no one would be able to guess his depth perception was due to burgeoning Haki skills for at least a few months…

No, he couldn’t think about that. He looked at the liquid soap dispenser and realized it was a three-in-one—it was better than nothing. The water ran cold for only a few seconds after he turned it on, allowing him a soothing hot spray as he stood there in a daze. A couple moments and he was able to snap himself out of it, dispensing some soap into his hands to work into a lather in his hair and on his body.

‘Oh, I really should get that too,’ he thought as his good eye caught sight of the mask. He lifted it off the peg and got some more soap, carefully rubbing the liquid all around the mask’s interior and exterior, careful to get the ridges where dead skin and oils built up well. Hakugan was so involved in attempting to wash out his mask that he didn’t even notice anyone else was in there until it was too late…

“Hey, uh, Ikkaku said that you probably don’t have anything as far as things to keep clean with, so she wanted me to give you—” A red-haired man in a floppy hat and glasses pulled back the edge of the curtain, making Hakugan jump in surprise. They both stared at one another before the intruder held out the small bag in his hand. “Here. This is yours.”

“I can’t go back,” Hakugan croaked out, his voice barely above a whisper. The other man wrinkled his nose and let out a chuckle.

“Go back…? Nah; if you’re here, you belong with us.” He waited until Hakugan took the bag before replacing the curtain. “Being in the Polar Tang is going to break you of that shyness, by the way.”

Hakugan stayed frozen in place until he felt the water begin to chill against his skin.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Heart Pirates #Hakugan #Hakugan (One Piece) #I had to force myself to stop or I was never going to stop lol

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 7 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Seven: Bepo - Return

581 words; takes place nebulously some time after the Hearts set out on their own but before recruiting (my guess for ages is Law 17, Shachi 18, Penguin 19, and Bepo 13); this one has a bit of cussing and gets near horror territory; still not read-through

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It was summer as the four teens were sitting on the shore of an island, the evening breeze warmer than they’d had in a long time. They had a campfire going where they were roasting the fish they had caught earlier in the day, its light beginning to cast shadows on and behind the young pirates.

“I can’t believe we were able to catch mackerel and herring!” Bepo said happily. He began to poke the embers with a stick and some of the campfire popped. “Usually it’s one or the other!”

“There must be something weird about this part of the North Blue,” Penguin mused. “Getting a school of both fish together like that is…”

“…because of the currents,” Law stated. “On the other side of the island there’s an ocean current that goes opposite of the one we came on. They must have followed that.”

“Yeah, but why the currents are like that is the question,” Bepo mused. “Didn’t you see the maps?”

“We all did,” Penguin replied, “but might as well be Poneglyphs to me.”

The young bear’s ears perked up. “Oh! It’s not that hard! You just—!”

“Hey,” Shachi said, casually backhanding Penguin’s arm without looking. “Would you look at that.”

“Look at what…?” The other teens turned and looked to see that Shachi was pointing to where the clouds were parting over the horizon, revealing a reddish, largish full moon that had yet to rise high enough in the sky to look like normal. The three Humans all nodded in appreciation, while the Mink…

“Guys, I don’t feel so good,” Bepo whined. He laid down in the sand, unsure if he should hold his head or his stomach. His fur all stood on-end as something rippled through him.

“Do you think it was the herring?” Shachi wondered. “I thought that one looked a bit sus…”

“I doubt it was the herring,” Law frowned. He ran a Scan on Bepo and his brow furrowed. “None of this makes sense…”

“What doesn’t make sense?” Penguin asked. Law continued staring.

“He’s… changing…?”

“He’s a six-foot teenaged polar bear, of course he’s changing!” Penguin fired back. The two exchanged a glare while Shachi went to feel Bepo’s forehead.

“Well, he doesn’t have a feveraaahhhhhhh!” He pulled his hand away as Bepo snapped at his hand—something he rarely did, if ever. That caught all of their attention, the three older teens watching in horror and confusion as they watched their cuddly baby brother stand, his eyes glowing red as he grew in stature and fur became long and wild.

“Ohhh… fuck…” Law cursed, realizing what was going on. “This is very, very bad.”

“What do you mean by that?!” Shachi panicked, voice cracking. “This screams bad!”

“I mean: Bepo told me about this, but we thought it wasn’t going to happen,” Law replied. “This was supposed to be cultural, not biological!” He opened a Room and lifted Bepo high into the air, their other two companions staring on in horror. Penguin took a burning stick from the fire to arm himself, while Shachi hid behind Law.

“What did you and Bep fail to tell us about?” Penguin hissed. It was clear that this was no ordinary puberty-related thing, as he watched the gentle kid of the group bulk up and roar unlike anything he’d ever seen and heard. Law swallowed hard, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead as he knew they were in for a night of trouble.

“Sulong.”

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Heart Pirates #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Bepo #Bepo (One Piece) #Penguin (One Piece) #Shachi (One Piece) #Trafalgar Law #Trafalgar D. Water Law #Sulong Bepo

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 6 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Six: Uni - Aftermath

618 words; takes place some time before Sabaody; sorry this is so late (and now the rest of it will be as well) but life happened what are you gonna do about it; this fill contains mild descriptors of wounds; there is also almost no dialogue in this so sorry if you’re here for sass because in this installment there is none; still very not-read through

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It hadn’t exactly been one of the crew’s proudest moments, but at least it was now over. Everyone was now back in the Polar Tang and she was diving, putting distance between them and the island they had unceremoniously ran from.

They ran like cowards is what they did. The head of the Marine base stationed there was more than the Captain could handle—more than any of them could handle—and they turned tail in defeat, barely scraping out of there alive, let alone uncaptured.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Uni decided to at least get through their post-island routine while he could, considering there was no knowing what was on the next speck of land they’d land on. He went over the checklist in his mind before picking himself up off the floor of the Tang’s main deck and began his rounds.

First, he went to the boiler room, where everything seemed to be working in pristine order. Ikkaku sat in the corner, hugging her knees as she tried to be small as possible. The cut on her arm didn’t look like it had been treated yet, so Uni took the first aid kit from its perch and knelt next to her, waiting for her to let him help. Eventually she shrugged off the top of the coveralls and exposed her tank-top-covered torso and bare arms, the left of which had a nasty gash from her shoulder that nearly went to her elbow. It had already clotted over—thank the seas—but they were going to be in trouble if it wasn’t cleaned and bandaged soon. She didn’t flinch as he touched her arm—better him than Law, as the man was probably fuming over some broken bones sticking out of Penguin somewhere.

Eventually, the wound was clean and nods were exchanged before Uni went to check on some of the others. A few were alright, though holed up in the bunk room under their blankets. He went in search of Clione, finding that he was already in the kitchen attempting to make everyone’s favorite snacks before people started showing up. A tray was already sitting out and prepped—the Captain’s favorite herbal tea and some sweet cake. He brought it to the Captain’s room, setting it on his desk before allowing his eyes to linger for a moment on the faded, charred photos that lined a portion of the wall.

Uni wasn’t stupid—he knew at least who the couple and child were and why they only existed in crispy, char-edged snail photos. To be from the North and not know about Flevance was difficult; it was the other person who he was having difficulty identifying. The Captain never really talked about the man or why he too was only in photos. People had come up with varying theories over the years, but no one dared ask directly. It was even something that the Original Trio didn’t know the whole story about—Penguin and Shachi knew only a little, while Bepo knew just a bit more and was not giving up anything.

Nodding at the photos, Uni took his leave and left the tiny cabin, almost walking directly into its occupant in the corridor. The Captain looked drawn and thinner than usual, with his eyes haunted and his stance defensive. He almost was ready to tear into Uni when he saw the tray sitting on his desk—he of all people knew a peace offering when he saw one.

“Thanks,” the Captain mumbled. Uni simply nodded and let him pass, the heavy metal door to the cabin shutting soon after.

Hmm. He wondered what Hakugan was doing. Might as well go take a look.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #fan fiction #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Uni (One Piece) #don't worry I at least have the seventh prompt done as well so I won't post that until I get at least the eighth done #the weekend/beginning of the week I've had ffs

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 5 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Five: Clione - Food

675 words; no warning on this go around; this might end up becoming something bigger, might not, idk yet; I wrote this after having a bunch of leftover fancy catering appetizers it is destiny; takes place before the Hearts get to the Grand Line, so figure that what you will for timeline purposes

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His bowtie was tight and his clothes restricting as Clione attempted to adjust himself into something resembling comfortable. He didn’t like this undercover bullshit—coveralls being too comfy made nearly everything else down-right constrictive in comparison.

“Don’t untuck that shirt or I will have your head,” Ikkaku warned. She was finishing helping Uni with his cufflinks as the trio stayed hidden in a disused side-corridor of the banquet hall. All three were dressed in waitstaff uniforms, having drawn the straws that put them in that particular role.

“It can’t be that serious,” Clione grumbled. “You didn’t even straighten your hair.”

“We don’t have two extra hours for me to do it the right way, numbskull,” Ikkaku reminded him. It was true though—her wildly curly hair was now contained in a singular chunky plait down her back, looking as though it was begging for the sweet release of the hair tie snapping. “Just follow the plan and we can get back to normal.”

Clione and Uni both passed one another glances of despair while Ikkaku finished up the finishing touches on Uni’s uniform. Once they were all set, they put their right hands together before breaking off to their separate positions. Uni went towards the bar to snatch a tray of drinks, Ikkaku grabbed napkins and an ashtray, while Clione went towards the appetizers.

Oh, wow… he knew they were going to be at a super-high-class party, but he didn’t realize it’d be this swanky. The tiny appetizers were like works of art, with pates and carefully-carved veggies and delicate plating that was expertly applied. It was going to take a lot for him to not steal a tray and hoark them all down himself…

No, focus! Focus! Clione instead wandered around the hall packed with guests, offering the wee nibbles to varying people as he passed. As he did, he tried to catch conversation to figure out who was their target and who was just some other obnoxious rich person hobnobbing amongst the North’s wealthy and powerful…

After a couple rounds of the hall and fetching another tray, a familiar face appeared. The Captain looked so different in his disguise as a socialite, Penguin and Shachi flanking him as his “personal security detail”. Many of the whispers were about him—who was that tall, dark, handsome man? Was he unattached? What or whom did he represent? Every time Clione heard a new theory, it was all he could do to not burst into laughter.

He knew why they were there, doing such a deep cover into such an elaborate society mixer. They all knew why when instead of finishing off their journey to Reverse Mountain and the Grand Line, they were bothering with a bunch of idiots and their personal security details and the varied lower-ranking Marines who were flitting about in a show instead of doing their jobs. There was only one reason as to why the Captain would draw attention to himself by covering his tattoos and acting so mysterious and aloof it pulled the attention of everyone in the room.

The esteemed host of the party was Flevench royalty.

“Would the good sir care for a bite?” Clione asked, approaching the Captain with the same neutral expression he wore for all the guests. The Captain stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly, before taking a dressed egg half. “What an excellent choice; taste of nobility.”

“You don’t say,” was the flat reply. “Anyone here with kingly tastes?”

“No, but princely for certain. I believe the gentleman in green velveteen would agree.” Clione watched the Captain as his eyes quickly scanned the crowd and found the mark, Penguin and Shachi both giving him a nod as they followed.

Well… at least Clione waited until he was out of sight and the Captain was torturing his former prince before he began to shovel appetizers into his mouth. It was his contact who got them into the place, after all, and he was going to make sure they got all it was worth.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Clione #Clione (One Piece) #I don't know how old they all are here but let's all figure early twenties (teen Bepo is back on the Tang)

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 4 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Four: Ikkaku - Night

669 words; this is me pouring one out to the times I worked late shifts, especially the midnights; this one is very safe for work, actually, but does reference potentially disordered eating out of one (1) individual, so that’s a thing to watch for I guess; again: what is proofreading lol

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Shift assignments were honestly not the worst thing in the world, but honestly… most of them had experienced much worse. Three sets of mandatory shifts, eight hours each; that would last for a month before everything was reassigned, four shifts of six hours. The months would cycle as such, with people getting shuffled back and forth with little care as to where they ended up. Things were always new and different that way. Besides, most people still hung out with one another even when they weren’t on their mandatory shift, making things somewhat different from the traditional sailing vessels.

Then again, when one rides in a submarine in a world of sail and paddle boats, everything is a little different, isn’t it?

The only thing that wasn’t different, Ikkaku knew, was the overnight shift. It was her sixth month in a row working the overnight detail and she was beginning to wonder if the goobers that drew the lots every month had it out for her. Uni had tagged her out of the boiler room for a break, allowing her the chance to head to the top deck and enjoy the breeze that they were afforded thanks to giving the engines a break and unfurling their own sail.

It was quiet, peaceful even, as she listened to the soft sound of the waves against the metal hull of the ship. They had already passed into the climate zone of an Autumn Island, the gentle currents guiding them the rest of the way to their destination. It was the sort of silence that was reassuring and calming for some and yet restless and loud for another. A thought of the Captain crossed her mind; he was likely pacing around his tiny cabin with no sleep, no dinner, and no plans to rectify either. She sighed heavily; might as well check.

Trying to not make too much noise, Ikkaku went back below deck to the mess hall, where she found the log where everyone who watched the Captain eat something. It was last updated by Bepo that morning (dry breakfast cereal, coffee, banana); the math wasn’t difficult. When she couldn’t find whichever idiot was supposed to be on kitchen duty, she scraped together what she could find (an apple, some carrots with salad dressing, a tin of herring) and brought it along with the herbal tea that Bepo instructed everyone how to make. She went to the Captain’s quarters with the tray in-hand and knocked on the door. Sure enough, Law opened it much faster than if he had been sleeping, and the stack of books and papers on his desk wasn’t helping any.

“What’s this?” He eyed the contents of the tray and scowled, realization slowly creeping onto his face. “I’m not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“How do you know?”

“A birdie told me. Now are you going to eat or am I going to have a snack while I clean out the boilers?”

The Captain thought about that for half a second before taking the tray and closing the door behind him. Ikkaku stood there and waited for his brain to catch up, then his manners. In moments he was opening the door again with a cowed expression on his face.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. “I know you’re not my mom, or my maid. Mechanics have better things to do than watch over me.”

“That’s right,” she replied. “I will beat your ass if I catch you not eating on my shift when you’re up during it. You understand?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t make eye contact as they stood there, the doorway suddenly feeling rather small. “Can I go now?”

Ikkaku patted the Captain atop his head and smirked. “Yeah.” He then retreated quickly, which allowed her to head back to the mess hall and write down in the log that food was at least accepted before she got back to Uni and the boiler room.

At least she knew the rest of her sift would be quiet.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Ikkaku #Ikkaku (One Piece) #Trafalgar Law #part of why I love staying up late is bc fewer people to interrupt me historically speaking #(living at home until your mid-thirties does that) #and I did used to work some late shifts both in retail and manufacturing #in fact at the latter I'd be done early but my ride wouldn't be up for another three hours so I'd write fic in the meantime lol #I think I'll upload one more for today but it might not be until late

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Day 3 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Three: Penguin - Loyalty

486 words; this prompt’s sfw qualifier is going to be violence, bc, well, Sabaody; also a reminder this isn’t beta’d and just kinda ends so there

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The Captain cussed loudly as the Marines showed up, again, making it so that things were more than a bit chaotic. All they were trying to do was get back to the Polar Tang without disturbing anyone or anything and the soldiers were making it unnecessarily difficult.

“Take the crew back!” the Captain ordered as he sliced a Marine in half with Kikoku. “Bepo, Jean Bart, and I got this!”

“Aye-aye,” Penguin grinned. He and Shachi led the rest of the crew away from the battle and split up—it was going to be easier to get everyone safely aboard the ship if there were multiple targets to follow—with Shachi taking the short way and Penguin taking a less-direct approach.

“Are you sure about this…?” Hakugan wondered as they tried to stay hidden behind a building while some nearby Marines conducted a search. They were successfully out of sight, but for how long was the question…

“I’m sure,” Penguin replied. He edged himself close to the corner of the building and glanced around in the street, hoping that the Marines had left. Not yet. He shuffled back to the main pack quietly. “We’re surrounded, but it doesn’t look like for long.”

“I knew I should have gone with Shachi,” Uni grumbled.

“Shachi is probably attempting to sacrifice Ikkaku to a Rear Admiral as we speak,” Penguin reminded him. The others nodded in agreement; their lead mechanic’s curves had been deployed over less, after all, and being there as it happened was a risky move. “We just have to lay low until we see an opportunity to run for it.”

“We’re gonna get caught and the Captain’s gonna have our hides,” grumbled someone, a newer recruit if Penguin’s ears weren’t deceiving him. He shook his head and exhaled heavily.

“No one’s getting caught, not on my watch,” Penguin claimed. “Look: you’re gonna have to trust me, okay?”

“It’s you I trust, it’s the rest of the people here I don’t.”

Penguin grumbled lowly in irritation. “This is what being a Heart Pirate is, I hope you know. It takes work to be a loyal Heart.”

“…yeah, but…”

“No buts!”

“Peng, look behind you,” Hakugan deadpanned, pointing behind Penguin. There, standing at the front of the alleyway, was a Marine cadet who looked like he was about to pee himself. Penguin stood at full height and held up his hands to show he wasn’t holding anything.

“Hey, look, this is all a misunderstanding,” he claimed. Yeah, right. “We don’t want to fight you, probably as much as you wanna fight us, so just let us go and…”

“Commodore! I found them!” the cadet spun on his heel and bolted, which only made Penguin sigh in irritation. He cracked his knuckles before picking up his staff from the ground.

“It’s ride or die, lads,” he announced as Marines began to close in on them. “Let’s get to work.”

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Penguin (One Piece) #I just want this one DONE so here it is now I can work on Ikkaku's #and Clione's is done and Uni's is a partial so I'm getting there #this entire fic is just an exercise in watching me panic-write lol

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Day 2 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Two: Shachi - Celebration

472 words; this prompt’s potential sfw disqualifier is swearing, but it’s no different from what you’d hear in middle/high school, so there’s that; this came so late bc I was very cocky and did not finish the draft in time for the whirlwind of the past few days I’ve had so my apologies; still very, very not beta’d, so don’t be surprised if this tweaks slightly later

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He did it. The bastard actually fucking did it.

Okay, sure, he’d had his doubts about the plan from the get-go, something that had seemingly been cobbled together on a whim but Shachi knew was much older than that. It made sense that people who became Warlords did so for their own reasons, and not all of them pleasant, but after what Blackbeard had pulled in Impel Down and Marineford, one would think that the military was about to vet their candidates a bit better…

…and as it turned out, the bullying that Law did was barely even necessary. They were getting so strapped for bodies in the seats that they were more than willing to negotiate.

“Way to go, Captain!” Shachi cheered, knocking his tankard into his crewmates’ as they finished another toast. “Now we’ve got a universal pass to do whatever we want!”

“No, we don’t,” Law reminded him, the man sourly bunched up at the end of the table. Most of the crew was there and it was clearly making the room feel way too small. “As long as we don’t piss off the Government while doing shit for them, we’ve got a conditional pass. I still need to build the clout to get to where we need to go.”

“Always such a grump,” Shachi huffed. “Why are you like this?”

“Like what?” Law scowled.

“Always being gloomy before you know what the weather is—you haven’t changed since we were kids.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Yes.” Shachi stood and, after finding his balance, caught Penguin’s eye on the other side of the mess hall. “Oi! Peng! Cap’s got a lot to celebrate, doesn’t he?!”

“What… you mean more than strong-arming himself into the Shichibukai…?”

“Duh… like… literally everything!”

“Alright,” Law sighed, “you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Pshaw—as if,” Shachi scoffed. He threw an arm around Law’s shoulders and leaned into him. “I’m only four drinks in. I can go all night.”

“Can you not go while hanging all over me?”

“…and miss embarrassing you? No fucking way.” He gave his captain—who by all accounts was basically his younger brother at this point—a shit-eating grin. It was easy to imagine they were teenagers again, fresh off their first “fundraising” raid and so high on adrenaline they were all practically vibrating out of their skin.

…but now? While they had a Warlord to celebrate? The crew was going to fucking party until they couldn’t anymore and nothing was going to stop them, Shachi was going to make sure of it. He downed the rest of his beer and took his weight off Law. “Who’s up for another round?!”

Everyone in the mess hall, aside from Law, cheered. Shachi could see his captain’s face grow a little darker in blush and he knew he fucking nailed it.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Shachi (One Piece) #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #this is so fucking late bc. well. I got married on Saturday for one. that understandably sucked up an entire day #then Sunday was busy w/running around and Monday was going to an Ohio truck stop for the eclipse and Tuesday was recovery #so expect multiples of these a day is most likely how I'm gonna catch up instead of just continuing one a day but late

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Day 1 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day One: Jean Bart - Cursed

457 words; I know the rules state that entries should be safe for work, but I also know each workplace is different, so I will be listing different qualifiers for each one; today’s warning includes references to Jean Bart’s past, as we all know that is not sfw by any means; these are going to end up being short because I said so (and I need some things that are shorter bites to practice on); very much NOT beta-read holy shit pls I’m on a time crunch here

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The skin on his back crawled.

It had not done so in a while, to the point he nearly forgot the sensation. How long had it been…? Months, at least…

His skin feels like fire. No, like ants. Not quite—like flaming ants that are just beneath the burn that’s centered on his back. He freezes in the middle of the town square, only for Clione and Bepo to stop walking as well.

“What’s wrong?” the Mink asked. “You’re acting strange.”

“It’s… there’s something that’s not right,” he replied. The large man glanced around the square—it was no different than any other seafaring port they had frequented since he had joined under the Captain. Everything looked normal, and yet…

…oh.

“There’s someone here,” he said gravely. “There’s someone like me.”

“You sure about that, big guy?” Clione asked quietly. “How can you tell?”

“I simply can.” Jean Bart moved his way through the crowd, using his scar as a guide; the more it itched, the closer he was. The trio eventually came to the entrance of an alleyway, where there was a figure hunched behind a stack of broken crates, back to the wall as they shivered in the Spring Island’s autumn.

“No…” the figure said, shaking their head in a motion so shallow and quick they might as well have been merely shaking. “I can’t go back.”

“You won’t,” Jean Bart said firmly. He held out his hand and tried to put the most sobering face on he could. “We have the same curse, in the same place, I imagine.”

“You… you were also…?” The figure leaned forward slightly, trying to get a look at good look at the trio. A scar ran down the side of their face, marring the skin so severely it looked like it had been extra branding, the scab tissue picked at and picked at until what remained was a gnarled mess. Was this a man…? For all the pirates could tell… though their voice dropped as they whispered, “a slave…?”

“I was a member of the Household of Saint Charlos,” Jean Bart confirmed. The person’s eyes went wide with hope. “I don’t know how you found your way here, but I know where you can go where no collar waits.”

“Where…?”

“With the man I will follow ‘til my dying day: Captain Trafalgar Law. He does not care for curses and neither does the rest of the crew.” Jean Bart stretched his hand out a bit further. “Welcome.”

Was the Captain a little irritated that they came back from the market with what marked their eighteenth mouth to feed? Yes, just a little, but he also, really, truly, couldn’t say no… not as long as they had the bunkspace.

#HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Jean Bart One Piece #Heart Pirates #One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #fan fiction #Jean Bart is just such an interesting bit character and I'm super curious as to why he even is a thing (affectionate) #then again. it is Oda. he works in mysterious ways #my wedding present to you dear reader #yes that's today and that's why this is queued to go off when it is lol

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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

#why indeed #I want something that someone anguished over as much as they want me to anguish #otherwise what's the fucking point if we're not trying to celebrate our shared love for a thing? do you think this shit is contractual??? #get your corporate thinking out of fandom right this fucking instant you wattpad-stained bootlicker #it's not about making a product it's about loving and sharing experiences brought on by the same thing #if you can't understand that then stay out of fandom and think about it until you do bc we honestly don't need you #yes it's harsh but it's the truth

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had a horrible no good day and my cat had it even worse but. on a much happier note! wrote a lil spicy corabelle fic for @nehswritesstuffs ♥ based on this fic she wrote!! if ur gonna check my fic out, you Must check out what inspired it. like aside from context reasons it's just sooooo good and always raises my spirits :D

#gen wrote me fic! #fic for my fic! #it's wonderful! #there's very little quite like getting gifted lovingly and platonically crafted porn for your birthday #and to make it fic of a fic? priceless #gendervapor #gendervapor14 #Adventures with the Denizens of 1000 Sunny Rd #honest to fucking goodness the drag queen fic is truly the fic that keeps on giving lemme tell ya

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#mood

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subtle ways to include foreshadowing

one character knowing something offhandedly that they shouldn't, isn't addressed until later

the crow rhyme

colours!! esp if like, blue is evil in your world and the mc's best friend is always noted to wear blue...betrayal?

write with the ending in mind

use patterns from tragic past events to warn of the future

keep the characters distracted! run it in the background until the grand reveal

WEATHER.

do some research into Chekhov's gun

mention something that the mc dismisses over and over

KEEP TRACK OF WHAT YOU PUT. don't leave things hanging.

unreliable characters giving information that turn out to be true

flowers and names with meanings

anything with meanings actually

metaphors. if one character describes another as "a real demon" and the other turns out to be the bad guy, you're kind of like...ohhh yeahhh

anyways add anything else in the tags

#reference