#he tells franky all the time that robin would get him in the divorce

[oneirataxia-girl]

this is the second part to @supermarine-silvally's ask, found here! they asked for quite a few questions for my One Piece ships, Kenji x Killer & Law x Mari x Kid, Keller's answers can be found here, while this post is all for Midlaw. so let us begin! tagging the other anime girlie @auxiliarydetective as well

1. How did they meet and what were their first impressions of each other?

Mari knew of Kid and Law long before the three crews landed on Sabaody, she's intrigued by Law's abilities, but thinks Kid is a senseless, bloodthirsty idiot. but it's KidLaw that met first on Sabaody, it's dislike at first sight <3 Kid thinks Law is a stuck-up "I'm better than you" kinda guy and is itching to beat him up in the new world, while Law thinks Kid is unnecessarily destructive and overall not someone he wants to associate with

KidLaw see Mari for the first time at the auction house, where she gets the collars and chains off the other prisoners with the keys Franky got; Kid thinks that his assumption that she's the weakest out of the Strawhats (for context, Mari consistently has the second-lowest bounty, second only to Chopper) was right, while Law is slightly unnerved by the fact that she seems to pop out of nowhere, but also thinks she's not that dangerous

2. What kind of dynamic do they have with each other?

black cat x orange cat x black cat, rival crews to tentative allies to unmarried divorced throuple to 'if I don't see my gf & bf/bfs in the next five seconds I will bring down this building', "we're going our separate ways." "... yeah?" "it's for the best that we don't meet again soon." "agreed."

3. What do others think of them?

the Heart pirates are the captains of the Lari ship the second Law introduces Mari to them, but after Wano Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin are thrown off because they get the feeling that their captain doesn't hate Captain Eustass like he claims; the Kid pirates board it after watching Kid trying to subtly show off in front of Mari & Law (neither of them is impressed, but neither of them would admit that it was a bit flustering to be scooped up with one arm so that's that); and the Strawhats (namely Brook, Franky, Chopper, and Robin after a bit) are on board as soon as they work it out, Nami got a bag of berry from Kenji from betting that Mari would fall for Law, but she and Kenji both lost money to Robin because she's the only one to bet that their crewmate would like both Law and Kid, Zoro could not care less who Mari likes as long as it's not harming the crew, but he's subjected to both Kenji and Sanji's lamenting so he drags Jimbei and Usopp in to argue that it's not their business, meanwhile Luffy has no idea about any of this and is just wondering why Mari's more mopey than usual

5. Is their joint future bright or bleak?

ideally yes, Idc if I have to trample canon I WILL give them a happy ending and there's nothing Oda can do to stop me

7. Do they have a desire to protect each other?

normally, no -- actually, Kid & Law did think Mari would need to have someone watching her back, but after seeing her on Wano, both of them know Mari would not appreciate them fighting for her. similarly, Mari isn't too fussed about their safety because she knows Law and Kid can handle themselves. but if one of them goes down, you can bet the other two are going to go full demon on whoever did that

10. Who would win in a fight?

okay this one deserves its own dissertation post, so I won't elaborate much here. it depends on where the fight is and if the three of them are at their fullest abilities or not, but it's probably ending in a tie or a surprise takedown after two of them are exhausted

12. Who is a better caregiver?

Mari. Law has no sleeping schedule and survives on onigiri with black coffee and probably has no idea how to show that he cares for people, Kid is a freak of nature and probably would've died long before he set sail if it wasn't for Killer and also has no idea how to show affection other than be less mean towards them. it's not a hard competition when one of them has oldest daughter syndrome and middle child syndrome at the same time

15. Who has better fashion sense?

it's a tie between Mari and Law. sorry Kid but I can't look past those pants 😭

20. What's the worst thing about them teaming up?

to be on the receiving end of their blows. think Kidlaw fighting Big Mom, then add in a phantom that always strikes to incapacitate (or kill, depending on the situation) at the worst possible times for the receiver, which just so happens to hit the weakest spots every single time. if Mari adds in her dust bombs and puts her devil fruit to active combat, then it's just overkill if they're not fighting someone Yonko level

21. What's the best thing about them teaming up?

to be on the same side as them, especially if you're not a good fighter, you can just sit back and watch Law dice up people and Kid disarming (sometimes literally) the other side, while Mari pops out of nowhere to string up some poor terrified guys then gives a quick report about what's ahead then vanishes again (this is ghostwritten by Kenji, Usopp, Nami, and Chopper)

36. What is a gift one would give to the other?

Kid makes metal flowers for both Mari and Law, as well as some other practical bits and bobs. Mari and Law I can't really see getting gifts (I hc Law prefers to give quality time and Mari acts of service) but Mari makes matching necklaces for the three of them when they tie the knot

39. What's an inside joke they'd have together?

how long will it take for Kenji to accept that his sister is hopelessly in love and has no intentions of leaving her boyfriends (he's actually happy and relieved that someone wants Mari, but he pretends to dislike them to keep them on their toes); what insane thing will Luffy do today and which one of them is the unlucky recipient of a rubber hug; Kid can't do housework at ALL

45. If one of them was in trouble, what would the others do?

hunt down the people responsible and show them exactly why people don't mess with what's theirs

48. If they swapped bodies, how would they handle it?

okay this will probably also require a long explanation and this is long enough as it is, so I'll answer this some other time with doodles to show the scene in my head ;)

give me a number + relationship and I'll tell you something about that relationship!

#i feel like midlaw is also not fleshed out enough #objectively speaking it shouldn't be allowed for them to decimate people so easily in a fight #so i'm going to reconsider some of these answers too #also if anyone has hcs of law/kid love languages pls hmu #i am suspish of my own hcs #i am of the belief that lawkid talked after defeated kuma on sabaody and they were toeing that line between shit-talking and flirting #they get so close to each other and agree that they're gonna fight the next time they meet #then law sees mari for the first time after timeskip and he's like #why are you prettier than i remember. stop it. i can't fight if you're distracting me. also why can't i sense you #kid watching on broadcast is like #wait is that??? the strawhat?? she still looks weak af. why is she with trafalgar. scratch that why is mugiwara with trafalgar?? #and mari's like #maybe you two aren’t as bad as i thought. i think i can grow to like you guys- wait. no. fuck am i falling in love??! #and shuts herself off #these tags are stupidly long again #alvita's answers #ship: midlaw #otp: the metal strings of death #hadley my beloved

[jojobee2256]

Reappear

Warning: Angst, unrequited love, child abuse, dying parent, abusive parent

Before you read the story know that this was a dream that I just woke up from and have written in the dead of night... this is my life now.

Law walks to your house to see why you didn't show up for any classes. It was odd enough that you would miss school, but he had tried calling and texting you but it kept saying that the number was no longer available.

He is pulled out of his thoughts when his phone beeps telling him that he has a text. He quickly pulls out his phone hoping to see a message from you but instead it was his new girlfriend. They had been dating for a almost two months now and she was his ideal but he didn't like how she always tried to keep you away from him. Law ignores the text since he was turning onto your street and immediately stops when he meets the sight before him. There was a for sale sign in your yard and the strawhat gang was in the yard with varied emotions on their faces. Brook, Nami and Robin had deeply saddened looks; Brook looking down at the ground where he sat, Nami looking at a piece of paper in her hands, and Robin standing near Nami with her hand over her mouth and her eyes shut. Franky, Usopp, and Chopper were crying; Franky was bawling loudly, Usopp looking down at his feet with clenched fists and tears rolling down his face, and Chopper trying to hold in his tears. While Sanji, Zoro, and Luffy looked upset; Sanji kicked the tree in the yard before squatting down underneath it with his hands on his knees, Zoro was leaning against the house glaring at nowhere, and Luffy had his fists bawled up with his hat covering his eyes.

"What the hell is going on!" Law says the minute he gets into ears shot. Nami looks at him with tears eyes.

"(Y/N) left this morning."

"What!? Why?!" He shouts and Bami simply hands him the paper. It was a letter (Y/N) had written.

"Her mom -sob- is in -sob- the hospital." Chopper cries out in between sobs.

"And she moved to live with her dad." Luffy said without looking up. Laws eyes widen and quickly return to the letter. Your parents divorced after your mother managed to get the courage to leave your abusive father. The two of you actually met when his adoptive father ,Corazon, started to help her get that courage after the first 911 call you had made to try and save your mom from his drunken wrath. Your dad would end up beating you black and blue every time you did but it never stopped you from calling, until the day you and your mom left him. So why would you go back to him? Anyone of the strawhats would gladly let you live with them, let alone Law. Corazon would've jumped on the chance to get you into his home, he thought of you like his own daughter.

Hey guys, if you got this then I'm long gone. I left because my mom had been admitted into the hospital for cancer a month and a half ago. She doesn't have much longer left and so I have to find somewhere else to live since she can't look after me anymore. After some thinking I decided to leave and move in with my dad. I know you all would've let me move in with you but it was starting to be to painful here. My dad has gotten a lot better recently and I'm a big girl so I'll be fine. I canceled my phone and didn't tell anyone where my dad lives so no trying to drag me back, Luffy I'm talking to you. You guys were great friends but it is better for me to go. I would've only made things awkward if I stayed.

P.s. don't let him find out why.

Law couldn't believe it. You were gone and because of some asshole guy! He turned to The others and glared.

"Why was she in pain? Who made her leave!" Only Luffy looked as if he had no idea. Suddenly Sanji starts storming over to him, but Usopp shoves a shaky hand in front of him.

"Don't Sanji! She said not to tell him." Sanji glares at him a little before turning to Nami.

"She said not to tell him why right?!" She nods and Sanji directs his attention back to Law. "Fine, but she didn't say I couldn't say who made her leave." He brushes past Usopp and gets right in Law's face. "As long as he doesn't know why." Sanji shoves a finger into Law's chest. "You." Law's angered face wavered for a second. "She left because of you!" He jabs him one more time before walking away.

That was how many years ago? (Y/N) never did come back and no one ever found out where she went, but here she was. Battered and bruised with three broken ribs, her stomach badly bruised and swollen, and dislocated wrists and shoulders in the hospital I recently transferred to.

#law x y/n #law x reader #law x you #trafalgar law #one piece #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n

[jazzyhazzy]

Girls Like You - Chapter Twenty One - Christmas

Christmas Eve Eve

Staring upwards, my vision is flooded with twinkling lights, soft, warm sparkles fading in and out all in synchronised rhythm. I just had to take a moment, a breather, I needed to feel to cool wooden floor under me, so I shimmied my face under the skirt of the Christmas tree and lay there, staring up through the branches of woody pine at the lights, and the sparkle of the decorations, losing myself in the smell of the needles, the sound of Wham! ‘Last Christmas’ quietly humming throughout the entire house.

This is my first Christmas in the house.

Our first time hosting our families.

The first time we’re having to pull out the stops for Christmas, and believe me, I thought it would be a lot simpler than this. I failed to take into account how many guests we were going to be having, as well as how big the house is - decorating it has required a lot of help from Sav and Harry was required on many occasions to reach all of the high places we couldn’t quite get to.

He has fussed over me relentlessly since the transplant, and while it was bearable at first, it has quickly become tiring. I’ve thrown myself into Christmas, not only because it’s the most wonderful time of the year - duh - but also because it keeps me busy, but as I lay here under the tree having an internal meltdown, I feel I may have bitten off more than I can chew.

Nonetheless, I am determined to pull it all together, even if it means I have to stay up all night. I am going to be the Queen of Christmas. I’m going to put even my Mum to shame.

Frankie and Edgar’s noses sniff at me under the tree and try to shimmy under as well to see what I’m up to under here. They hate to miss out on anything, especially if it involves me, they truly are my babies, and Harry has had to get used to them sprawling out on the bed with us every night. “They’re going to get much bigger you know” I reminds me every time, as I scratch their noses while they sleep at the foot of our bed, not taking up much space.

I exhale, the needles of the tree blowing with the sudden exasperated gust.

“Alright under there?” Harry crouches down and peeks under the tree at me. He’s put his Christmas jumper on and has decorations hanging off his ears. I smile at him, but it doesn't last long as I remember the amount of food I still have to prepare, and it’s not even Christmas day till the day after tomorrow.

“There’s so much to do.” I groan, turning back to look up the lights, wishing I could just stay right here until some fairy godmother comes along and finishes everything up for me. I focus on the lights again, letting the sweet croons of George Michael fill my ears.

Harry grabs my ankles and pulls me out from underneath the tree. He towers above me with his hands on his hips, and he looks fucking adorable in his red jumper with reindeers jumping all over it. He’s still wearing the baubles on his ears and they’re jumping about frantically as he shakes his head. I giggle at his stern face “Uhh... ‘scuse me? Are you forgetting that my first job was a baker love?” he tells me, matter-of-factly.

“You worked in a bakery, you weren't actually the baker” I point out, squealing as he growled and picked me up, trying to be scary but I knew better, he still acts like I’m made of glass, even though I’ve almost fully recovered now. “You take that back! You know I’m good!” he protests, he holds me upside down like I weigh nothing to him, but my hands frantically grapple at his legs, trying to hold on for dear life.

Frankie and Edgar are going crazy, barking at him and nipping at his ankles, telling him to put their Mummy down. “AHHH Eddie OWWWW!” he yelps, dropping me gently down on the couch and picking Edgar up instead, growling at him and then showering his muzzle with kisses while Frankie jumps up on me and licks my face, they know he’s only playing.

We’re both in fits of giggles at the pups, and I smile up at him, cradling Edgar in his arms. He won't be able to do that for much longer, they’re going to get so much bigger, but for right now, I can still squeeze them into some gorgeous puppy christmas sweaters. As unbelievably tacky as they are, they’re also hilarious, so I obviously couldn't refuse.

“There’s no way we’re not getting a family pic of us and the dogs in front of the tree tomorrow night” Harry tells me, “With our matching sweaters” I add, lifting my chin so he can bend over, resting his hands on the back of the couch and leaning his head down to kiss me, once, twice, three times. It’s become so normal for us that we barely ever just kiss once anymore.

“We need to get our butts back into the kitchen woman, we have mothers coming tomorrow that we need to impress!” he reminds me, and I groan, sinking into the couch and cuddling Frankie close, kissing the top of her head as she wriggles in my grip, fighting for freedom.

Reluctantly, I let him pull me back to my feet and we both pad back into the kitchen, donning our aprons and getting our hands dirty again to make mince pies, pavlova’s and all other good things. Our Christmas music continues to blare over the speakers, our hips bumping every now and again to the beats as we laugh and sing to one another. I cut out gingerbread men while he whips up pastry for the mince pies. Our pups curled up together in their bed by their bowls, never far from us.

In this precise moment, I think back to when I was a heartbroken young girl who’s parents had just divorced, all those years ago I had adamantly wished upon a star one Christmas eve for a perfect boyfriend and a perfect Christmas and a perfect house and a perfect everything. If only I could go back and let younger Blair know that for once, her wish came true.

While it’s not perfect everything, it’s pretty damn close, I think, as I grab a small fistful of flour and blow it all over Harry’s face, cackling uncontrollably at his shock. This is all the perfect I need for now.

*** Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve came in the blink of an eye, and by some miracle, I managed to get everything in order before everyone arrived. My Mum and Andy were staying with us in the guest bedroom I had recently renovated - much to my mothers delight, she had always loved my way of decorating the house. We were also hosting Anne and Robin and Gemma had a prized spot on the fold out couch. Mine and Savanna’s Dads were staying with her, as well as her Mum, who thankfully didn't find it too awkward that she was staying under the same roof as her ex-husband turned gay for the father of her daughters best friend. To say we have an interesting family is an understatement, but it sure does keep us on our toes.

Love Actually plays on the television in the background, but my mum is far too busy chatting away to Anne - no doubt planning a wedding for Harry and I, Harry and Gemma are sprawled out on the rug in front of the fire, fighting over the puppies, and Robin and Andy are getting to know each other over a glass of duty free Whiskey. It’s almost the perfect family picture, just missing one little thing.

I try not to think about how desperately I want to fill this home with the sounds of childish laughter, and focus on having the best Christmas imaginable. I sit down by the tree and cross my legs, just able to put my hot chocolate on a side table before Edgar forgets all about Harry and bounds over to me, jumping up to lick my face and curl up in my lap.

“No fair” Harry grumbles, sitting up and moving to take Frankie off of Gemma. “Harry play nice” Anne scolds him, watching him reach for the dog. He just can’t seem to get his own way. Instead he settles on cuddling up to me instead of a dog, pulling me up onto his lap next to the Christmas tree and wrapping his arms around me, Edgar trying to get in on the cuddles, feeling left out.

Our Mums squawk in delight and try to get their phones our fast enough to take a picture of the moment. “You two make me sick” Gemma gags, retreating to squeeze on the end of the couch next to Anne. “Hush Gem, they’re in love”

“You’re just jealous” Harry pulls a face at her and she scowls, because her boyfriend has flown to France to be with his family for Christmas and after the past month we’ve had, it has really put into perspective how important family time is.

It’s nice to finally be able to relax after the hectic few days I’ve had running around trying to get everything ready for tomorrow, trying to think about cooking and serving and having enough room to seat so many people is kinda overwhelming. Thanks to Harry I’ve managed to pull through, it was a bit of team effort after all.

We sit curled up together on the floor watching the last of the movie, one by one our guests take themselves off to bed, Gemma the last to go, kissing us goodnight and retreating to the spare lounge to phone her boyfriend.

White Christmas plays over the speakers in the lounge, quietly, so not to wake anyone else up. I feel myself start to nod off against Harry’s shoulder, but he wakes me, pulling me up to my feet in front of him and he moves my hands to rest on his shoulders and he wraps his arms loosely around my waist, dancing slowly back and forth to the music.

Outside, it’s been snowing all night and it gathers in little piles in the corners of our windows. I smile at the sight, always wanting more than anything to have a white Christmas. It’s one of the things I love most about living here, is that it’s actually a possibility. Harry distracts me by nudging his nose against my forehead to get my attention, and once he has it he bends down to kiss me, pulling me closer against his chest.

It’s not so much heated, it’s just in the moment, something you do when you love someone in a perfect moment, is complete it with a kiss. “Mmm, it’s all come together alright huh?” he murmurs against my lips, continuing to move around the room slowly to the carols. I nod, somehow we managed to make it work. All of it, not just Christmas.

“Can I give you a present?” he asks timidly, searching my eyes. I bite my lip, watching him frown at the action as it always turns him on when I do that, but this time it’s not on purpose. “I don't know, Haz, it’s not Christmas morning” I protest, wanting everything to go to plan, if he gives me an early present than that means I’ll have to give him one now as well.

“Shh, its not really a physical present, more of a promise...” he trails off, uncertainly. I shrug my shoulders, “I guess I can allow a promise” I permit, seeing as its not really a present as such.

He takes a deep breath, meeting my eyes at once, and I try to figure out whats going on behind those emeralds. “I promise...” he begins, hesitating, I lock my arms around his neck and kiss him on the nose, signalling for him to go on.

“I promise... we can... try” he forces the last word out.

“Try?” I question, a little lost. Try what exactly?

“We can try again... y’know...”

“For a... baby?” I finish for him, it’s the first thing that comes to my mind, what else could we try for?

Harry nods slowly, holding my eyes so I know he’s serious about it. I choke up and bury my head in his shoulder, unable to help the tears springing to my tear ducts and spilling out over the edges.

“Are you sure?” I whisper, pulling back.

“I can’t... we can’t be afraid forever Bee.” he replies, tucking a stray hair behind my ear and kissing me again.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to, because I want to...”

“I’m nervous... but we can start by seeing a specialist and... and we’ll get it right.”

He knows how much this means to me, and although we haven’t spoken about it since before I went into the transplant surgery, I can tell he has been thinking about it since then.

I don’t expect it to be an easy thing for him to come around to, when we lost our little girl it was beyond traumatic, it was a heavy experience and we were both crushed under the weight of it. It scares me more than anything to try again, but I know that if we don't, I will always regret it. There will always be a part of me that is missing.

“Thank you” I whisper, reaching up to kiss him once, twice, three times. We stay like that for a while, swaying around the lounge, watching the snow come down outside, listening to Christmas carols. Our hearts full, and our minds open to the future. We revel in this perfect moment, and I wish that I could capture it forever, make it into a snow globe or something like that. I want to freeze this moment in time, and play it on repeat in my head. The two of us, Christmas eve, snow, love, laughter, family.

“Let’s jump in bed, Santa’s coming” he teases, I poke his cheek and let him lead the way upstairs, Frankie and Edgar padding their huge paws up the stairs behind us, following us wherever we go. We tip toe past all of the other bedrooms and shut our door behind us. Discovering some matching Christmas PJ’s folded at the end of our bed, I know exactly who the culprit is too.

“Mum” Harry groans, but he smiles nonetheless, never too old for his Christmas PJ’s. It means so much more to him this year, that he can have this time with her, that she is alive and healthy again. She will be around for many more Christmases to come. Ours have red and white striped pants and a red long sleeve t-shirt with a big red reindeer on them. “Bit girly” harry grumbles, pulling the pants on over his briefs.

We don’t often sleep together in PJ’s but it is Christmas after all, and traditions must be upheld. Grinning at each other as we brush our teeth and wash our faces off with flannels, we jump into bed and pull the covers up to our chins, we have each other, and the dogs curl up around our feet.

“Perfect little hot water bottles” I chuckle, resting my head against his chest, my eyes heavy, I’ll be asleep in moments. Harry’s arms rest around me, and he kisses me goodnight, thrice on the lips and peppering kisses just about everywhere else on my face.

“Merry Christmas Baby” he whispers.

“Merry Christmas” I manage to get the words out before my eyes shut and the next thing I know I’m dreaming of ice-skating and babies and chocolate pudding and Christmas ham.

Christmas Day

“Blair”

“Blair”

Sleep slips away with the sound of Harry’s loud whispering right in my ear. Like inside my ear.

“Blair” he calls to me again. I can’t pretend to be asleep much longer. I reluctantly open my eyes a tiny crack to see his face hovering directly above mine, his knees either side of my hips.

“Meeeeeeeerry Christmas!!!” he announces, his dimples sinking deep into his cheeks and his teeth on full display in his excitement. I shake my head and smile at him, “Alright, alright”

Victorious, he, rolls us overs so I’m not on top of him and he’s lying beneath me, his arms wrapping around my waist. “Kiss me” he demands, pouting his lips up at me, and I accept, leaning down to press my lips against him, his grip tightens around me and he deepens the kiss, tracing his tongue along my bottom lip. I go to reciprocate but he pulls away.

“I love you, but its Christmas morning, all I can think about is presents!” Harry bubbles, practically quivering with excitement beneath me.

I sigh, feeling a little disheartened, but still excited. “What time is it?” I complain, rolling away from him, rejected. On Christmas.

“It’s 7:30... where do you think you’re going?” he demands, grabbing my hip and turning me back to him. “It’s nothing, baby. I’m gonna let the dogs out.” I brush it off, wriggling free and throwing the covers back, locating my slippers at the end of the bed, heading for the door.

“Blair- stop it, jeez. I’m sorry!” he insists, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back to the bed to sit on his knee, like he’s Santa Claus in a mall. “Nothing is wrong! Just thought if you were going to wake me up like that you’d give me a little more time before pushing me away!” I sulk, trying my hardest not to pout like a child.

“I’m sorry! I get too excited, I wasn't thinking baby.” he apologises, kissing my shoulder and squeezing the air out of me like a teddy he just got on Christmas morning. Too bad I haven’t gotten him a teddy.

“Okay! Okay! I need to let the dogs out though or they’re going to shit on the floor and thats not how I want to start Christmas Day” I cry, Edgar pacing back and forth in front of the door.

Harry permits me freedom but chooses to accompany me downstairs, so he can peek at the presents his mum has put under the tree in the middle of the night - no doubt my mum took part too. Although we’re all grown up now, they still like to think we’re still their little babies.

“God they’ve even done stockings too” Harry almost screams in excitement, darting into the second lounge to jump on Gemma, waking her up. I presumed she would be shitty at the abrupt awakening, but she only shares his excitement - if anything, it’s magnified, they’re like a tornado of Christmas excitement.

I shake my head, needing a few more minutes in my adult state to wake up and get thrilled about the whole Christmas morning ordeal. I let the puppies outside and retreat to the kitchen, filling the kettle and boiling it, getting prepared for the copious amounts of tea and coffee I’m going to have to make.

Movement stirs throughout the house as parents wake upstairs, no doubt jumped on by Harry and Gemma - my mum will be so excited. She’s missed the last couple of Christmases with me, but now that we’ve settled into our new home Harry insisted that they let him fly them over to be with us.

I lean against the bench as I wait for the jug to boil, my mind wandering to places where it shouldn’t on a morning like this, but sometimes it can’t be helped. My eyes stare absently at the floor, my mind drifting, wondering how different this morning would have been if our daughter had made it.

“Morning my darling” my mum enters the kitchen, thankfully alone, and catches me, tears escaping my eyes.

“Wh... Whats the matter?” she fusses, rushing to my side and wrapping her arms around me, pulling me into her side and rubbing circles into my back. “It would’ve been her first Christmas, Mum” I choke, trying my best to stop the sobs from taking over and ruining Christmas morning for everyone else. The thought probably hadn’t even crossed any of their minds.

Mum just holds me tight and soothes me, for once, not really knowing what to say to make it all go away.

“It happens, more than you’d think. It happened to me twice before I finally got you” she confesses, and I stop blubbering. "Wh-Why didn’t you tell me?” I whisper, letting her wipe away my tears with her sleeve. “It wasn't about me, I had to be there for my baby” she tells me, her voice strong.

It was agony enough having to go through it once, but twice?

And she tried again, she kept trying until she got me. I’m the one that survived. “Just promise me, you won't let this discourage you, try again, and again. Because you’ll get there, you were worth the pain and the heartache, Blair Hazel Waters. The other two will always hold a special place in my heart, but you... you made it so our suffering wasn't for nothing.”

My throat is tight as I bite back the lump forming.

My mother amazes me, I swear mothers are just the most incredible creatures that were ever put on this universe. She knows exactly what to say to make everything better, to make the pain feel like it is going to be worth it in the end.

“Thank you” I murmur, hugging her tight and burying my face into her shoulder, inhaling her scent that encompasses me in a feeling of complete comfort and safety that one can only feel from the embrace of their mother. “You’re a fighter, Blair, you’ll come back from this. Don’t forget your little girl, but don’t let it stop you from trying again.”

I want to tell her everything, I want to tell her about the promise Harry made me last night, the pact we made to try again, to get it right this time. But I can’t get her hopes up, I’m too afraid of getting my own hopes up yet, we need to take it step by step.

She stays with me, chatting away about mindless things until my sadness subsides, and I crack a smile for her that isn't forced. We make cups of tea and special hot chocolates, with cream and marshmallows piled on top.

We join the rest of the family in the lounge, Harry perched on Anne’s lap and Gemma’s back resting against Robin’s knees. Harry jumps up and moves to sit beside Anne, patting his knee for me to sit there, he pulls me down and I rest against his chest, sniffing the last of my sadness away, determined to make this a happy day, and not a sad one.

***

Once everyone is seated at the table with a drink in front of them, and all the food served in the middle, Harry stands at the head of the table, to my side, he taps his knife gently against his champagne flute, gaining attention from everyone at the table.

We’ve got a full house, and as man of the house Harry takes it upon himself to make the toast.

“Well er... We’re really happy everyone could be here, we’ve made it through the year - bit of a rollercoaster if I’m honest - but we’ve come out alright I reckon!” Everyone smiles at him, he’s doing a great job, I grab his hand and squeeze it in encouragement. We’re a team.

“None of this would have been possible - and I mean that, I’m useless at decorating and all that - without Blair. She’s... well she’s made this place our home and honestly don’t know what I would do without her, she’s saved my ass, she's saved me Mum’s ass, she’s definitely saved Sav’s ass on more than one occasion-”

“Harry Edward you say ass one more time and I’ll-” Anne interrupts, but she herself is interrupted by Clarice.

“Assss”

Niall drops his fork on his empty plate, staring at awe at his daughter in her high chair between him and Sav.

“Assss” she repeats, and Sav glares at Harry “I’m teaching your kid to say fuck” she vows, not realising the error in her words as Clarice repeats that word back to her too, causing Harry to burst out laughing at the sound coming from our goddaughters mouth.

“Stop fucking swearing you lot” Niall’s mum slaps her hand on the table, laying down the law.

Harry clears his throat once everyone is quiet again, and finishes his toast.

“Where was I...”

“Ah, ass, yes. Blair saving everyones anuses. Yes, well I think we can all agree I’m far too good for her-”

“Harold! Get on with it” Gemma yells, impatient.

“Alright! Christ. I love Blair, I love you all, thank you all for being here - tuck in... Grace?” he finishes, confused. Plonking back down into his seat and looking to me for approval, I raise an eyebrow at him. His speech resulted in our Goddaughter learning two new naughty words.

Niall stands up abruptly, his chair scraping against the wooden floors, making an unpleasant sound, but his eyes look wild.

“WE’RE HAVIN’ ANOTHER BABY” he shouts, “NIALL!!!!” Savanna screams at him, clearly not ready to tell everyone.

Harry spits his mouthful of wine all over the peas and Niall’s mum just about falls out of her chair.

“Niall Horan you tell me the truth right now” his mum demands, pointing her knife at him threateningly.

Savanna grumbles and holds up her champagne glass “It’s sparkling grape juice, he put another damn baby in me” she confesses, met by the scraping of chairs and cheering.

“No don’t cheer him on my tits are going to be ruined” she cries, as everyone floods to her to kiss and hug them in congratulations.

Harry’s hand finds mine under the table and squeezes it, offering me a knowing look. We could never take away from their happy moment, but God, how we wish it were us.

I hope you all have a Merry Christmas! Thank you for reading, see you in the new year xxx

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I watched a couple of movies! (Part 2)

Back again with the second bunch of my latest quarantine companions! My last post wasn't that long ago, but I’ve already gone through an additional 21 and thanks to the extension of the lockdown and the abrupt cancellation of the rest of my sophomore year in college, I predict that this number will only increase exponentially. I obviously have to start looking for a sustainable way of reviewing the media I consume (probably will try dumping mini-reviews on Letterboxd instead), but until then, here is today’s little catalog: divided into four neat categories so there’s a little bit of everything for everyone.

Dead Poets Society (1989, dir. Peter Weir) ★★★★½

John Keating is the teacher we secretly deserved yet never had, which is probably what's behind the fervent loyalty audiences have had for this movie since its release around three decades ago. His methods of teaching are admittedly unorthodox, but they effectively instill in fictional students and real-life audiences the core message: to seize the day and be extraordinary. I definitely would have appreciated more of Williams, though: I noticed later on that he was used mostly as a plot device, as the focus started to shift to the impact his words had on the group of young boys under his tutelage. But, thankfully they are endearing and lovable in their own little ways (special mention goes to ambitious Neil, played by Robert Sean Leonard; and Ethan Hawke as timid Todd), which is why the last half-hour remains one of the heaviest in recent memory.

Mrs. Doubtfire (1993, dir. Chris Columbus) ★★★★

When Daniel Hillard’s (Robin Williams) wife splits up with him and takes their kids, he disguises himself as an English nanny called Mrs. Doubtfire and applies as their housekeeper to be with them. Not exactly the most realistic and practical approach to an issue as serious as divorce, but it succeeds by banking on heartfelt humor to strike a chord in products of broken families. When you take his several antics, punchlines, and vocal impersonations aside, he is simply a father willing to do anything for his children. Williams was destined to be the lead for this: his comedic timing, sheer versatility, and natural ability to bring joy remain unparalleled. Such a shame I didn't get to grow up with this guy, but maybe this saved me a lot of heartbreak.

Catch Me If You Can (2002, dir. Steven Spielberg) ★★★★★

A con man successfully cashes in millions of dollars worth of checks as a Pan Am pilot, doctor, and lawyer, whilst evading the FBI agent who’s hot on his heels. And this is all before he turns 19 years old--what a total underachiever. The best part? It’s a true story. I find it hard to believe that this clever cat-and-mouse story lasted more than two hours: it's easy to lose track of time thanks to its dynamic and snappy screenplay, coupled with the chemistry of its brilliant lead actors (no less than Leonardo DiCaprio and Tom Hanks). But beneath the complex and technical aspects of his scams that have high entertainment and educational value lie touching moments that may be admittedly easy to miss. At the end of the day, these escapades were nothing but some twisted coping mechanism of Frank Abagnale, Jr.’s to deal with the divorce of his parents. *blows nose into handkerchief* Wow, I seriously didn't think something could be so fast and fun, yet so depressing either!

Good Will Hunting (1997, dir. Gus Van Sant) ★★★★★

Academy Award-winning writers Matt Damon and Ben Affleck may look like they share a solitary brain cell in total (a prime example would be this footage of their acceptance speech), but it was the power that radiated from that which brought us this instant favorite of mine. This engrossing story revolves around a janitor at MIT, with a genius-level IQ but a troubled and traumatic past. A scuffle with a police officer leads him to Sean, his therapist (and platonic soulmate) who breaks down his dangerous defense mechanisms and self-destructive patterns, helps him tackle his inner demons, and ultimately transforms his life. There is a lot to adore about this film that’s equal parts wit and heart, but my favorite has to be the razor-sharp and realistic dialogue between Damon and Williams. Smoothly transitioning from topic to topic—genuine friendship, abusive relationships, and everything in between—it gives us the opportunity to monitor Will’s growth while carefully examining these aspects of our own lives. With every word said, the audience is reminded once again of any person's innate capacity to change for the better as long as someone else believes in them.

Lost in Translation (2003, dir. Sofia Coppola) ★★★

Film Twitter and the Letterboxd community both made this out to be an outstanding piece of modern cinema, so I went in with very high expectations only to be sorely disappointed and unable to understand the hype behind it. This revolves around two lonely people who find solace in each other and the unfamiliar and unpredictable territory they're in, a storyline brimming with potential that just fell flat to me. I normally appreciate the beauty in silent and ambient scenes, but the ones that made up a huge bulk of this feature didn’t have substance—it was similar to watching mashed-up clips from some random travel vlog. I did find the choice of location fitting though, I am now a hundred percent convinced I should travel to Japan once this pandemic is over. And Scarlett Johansson is incredibly talented for her age: her ability to channel and characterize emotions that a 17-year-old may not even be able to comprehend is above par, which is the main reason why this gets a passing rating from me.

Forrest Gump (1994, dir. Robert Zemeckis) ★★★★★

What I would give to run into a chocolate-eating, Nike Cortez-wearing Forrest Gump at a bus stop, and hear him tell me these fantastic stories himself! This heartwarming tale shows the manner in which he weaved himself into significant historical narratives (literally and figuratively, thanks to the power of deepfake) and injects timeless lessons along the way. Tom Hanks is undoubtedly brilliant as the titular role, and as we see the world according to this feeble-minded and well-meaning man, we come to admire his values, appreciate his efforts, and forgive his occasional shortcomings. In this fast-paced and overly complicated world that we struggle to navigate, this can serve as a necessary breather, a reminder of the simple joys that the world has to offer.

Celeste and Jesse Forever (2012, dir. Lee Toland Krieger) ★★★★

I think this is the first time I’ve witnessed a breakup end rather amicably on the big screen: there's no screamfest that concludes with a cold slap to the face and a dramatic walkout, or a courtroom confrontation that unearths past transgressions, et cetera. Instead, the leads are forced to confront the fact that the friendship they have forged years before that eventually blossomed into something more will never be the same again. Even if they want to so, so bad. I guess that’s why this is so heartbreaking, and thus the perfect companion for any person in the process of finding themselves after the demise of a long-term relationship. Celeste (Rashida Jones) meanders through the process with an extreme lack of finesse—which is the most realistic way to do so—that heavily accentuates her several fatal flaws. But, she manages to finish strong, emerging as a self-reflective and action-driven version of who she was in the beginning. I definitely wanted additional exposure for Jesse (Andy Samberg), though, who was not only surprisingly tender and sensitive in contrast to the Jake Peralta we know and love (and want to pick on), but also an unexpected perfect onscreen match for Jones.

A Star is Born (2018, dir. Bradley Cooper) ★★★★

The third remake of the 1937 movie starring Janet Gaynor and Fredric March, this edition of A Star is Born strays far from the paths traversed by its predecessors (and this I am aware of, from that film analysis video binge I did recently). It’s the first to give Jackson Maine (Bradley Cooper), the has-been with a raging alcohol and drug problem, extensive back story that draws audiences closer to him. But, this character arc comes at the expense of Ally's, the talented singer that he propels to fame, played by Lady Gaga. It was a shame she wasn’t fleshed out as much as she should have been, given that Gaga was a natural, her vulnerability a far cry from her outrageous onstage persona. But, then again, expectations must be kept realistic: it would’ve been impossible to cram that into the specified duration. Nevertheless, I thoroughly appreciated it: though rehashed several times, a romance done this way keeps its key components while catering to the preferences of this generation. The soundtrack is outstanding, and the climax—though somewhat expected—finds new ways to reduce us to a puddle of tears, particularly as the last song number start to roll.

Fall in Love At First Kiss (2019, dir. Frankie Chen) ★★½

Our Times has been a favorite of mine for years, so I couldn't believe that I missed this work from the same director which starred the same male lead during its initial release. Turns out it didn’t make much of a difference whether I watched it or not. The storyline was silly, but forgivably so: in a school where students are segregated based on intelligence, a stupid girl is smitten by the smartest boy in school and gets rejected as soon as she confesses. Consequently, hell breaks loose after they are forced to live together for reasons you have to see to believe. I remember enjoying the first half, squirming in my seat because of Jiang Zhishu (Darren Wang) every chance I'd get. I can’t pinpoint where exactly it started going wrong, but I remember realizing that it is possible for something to drag along, yet also move so fast: to bore me with excessive detail in a single scene, then cut to the next so fast it loses a sense of continuity. In addition to that, the female lead (Jelly Lin) was so unbearable in terms of her acting style and character development (or lack thereof). She seemed to think that constantly complaining in her shrill voice and thrashing her limbs was a fitting substitute for dialogue, thus making it difficult to want her to get her happily ever after. Also, I’ve had pretty intense crushes in the past few years but what she has for Zhishu is bordering more on an unhealthy obsession—I have trouble believing he reacted so calmly to the shrine that she built for him (which included life-size pillows with his face on it).

The Object of My Affection (1998, dir. Nicolas Hytner) ★★½

I was very confused as to why I had never heard of a chick flick that starred two of my favorite actors from the 90s, but now I understand why it didn't take off. (Phoebe would probably share my sentiments. What's her best friend doing with her husband anyway? And why is he attracted to men?) Nina (Jennifer Aniston) is hopelessly in love with her gay best friend George (Paul Rudd), so much so that she decides she wants to raise her unborn child with him instead of with her overbearing and borderline manipulative boyfriend (John Pankow). Though it wasn't a complete disaster given that she didn't successfully convert him, Nina was far too demanding, constantly overstepping her boundaries, and feeding her delusions. Maybe it could afford a modern retelling since I know our generation could tackle the concepts of platonic soulmates and LGBTQ+ relationships in a way that is simultaneously vibrant and sensitive.

How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days (2003, dir. Donald Petrie) ★★★★★

Once I had tried my luck in a number of different genres, I decided to reward myself with a return to the cheesy, corny, and conventional chick flicks I am familiar with—and I’m glad that I picked this one! Andie Anderson (Kate Hudson) is a magazine columnist with her biggest scoop yet: an article on how to lose a guy in 10 days. To test this idea out, she tries it out on Ben Barry (Matthew McConaughey), who’s on a mission to make a girl fall for him within that duration as well. Their conflicting agendas lead to disastrously hilarious results as they realize that they’re both *gasp* catching feelings for each other! I enjoyed this very much despite the predictability, although I’m honestly unable to judge it based on any criteria other than what I felt which was pure and utter, slamming-the-table, throwing-my-stuffed-toy-across-the-room “kilig”.

Just My Luck (2006, dir. Donald Petrie) ★½

I didn’t expect this to be on the forgettable side of the romcom spectrum, when it had Chris Pine as the leading man and Brit-pop band McFly lending their music to most of the scenes (the sole redeeming factor I found). But, I guess it’s Lindsay Lohan’s character and her surprising lack of chemistry with the equally attractive and talented person opposite her that killed it for me. Here, she plays Ashley, the luckiest girl in the world who gets everything her way and is thus as snobbish and stuck-up as you’d expect her to be. A chance encounter brings her to Jake, who is the human equivalent of a black cat standing in front of a broken mirror, and swaps their fate. She is then left to deal with poorly contrived misfortunes with effects that are bordering on slapstick comedy: she gets doused in mud, mildly electrocuted, and soaked in bubbles shortly after blowing up a washing machine and I get that they’re probably supposed to be funny, but all I’m seeing is a live-action version of the Looney Tunes show.

Eighth Grade (2018, dir. Bo Burnham) ★★★★★

Entering our awkward preteen years has always come with a certain and specific kind of mortification, but I reckon it’s become increasingly difficult in the age of the Internet. It’s become easier to find fault in oneself for the pettiest of reasons: why isn’t my crush accepting my friend request? Why do I look like a monster in my #wokeuplikethis selfies? Why is no one viewing my YouTube videos even if I work hard on them? Eighth Grade encapsulates this difficult period in the lives of Gen Z kids with the use of experiences and references which are so specific to this generation: I may have gotten whiplash more times than I would care to admit. Elsie Fisher shines in her painfully relatable performance as Kayla: you can sense her desperation for social acceptance. She just wants to be worth noticing and remembering, is that so bad! Although his role is often overshadowed, I also felt for her dad (Josh Hamilton), who tries to hide the struggle of looking out for a daughter who's growing in ways he simply can't understand.

Boyhood (2014, dir. Richard Linklater) ★★★

This ambitious effort by the director of my favorite film trilogy observes the growth and development of a typical American boy named Mason. No fancy plot devices or major conflicts are in sight, but by using the keeping the cast members fixed during the 12 years it took to put this project together instead of swapping them out for older counterparts, audiences are expected to form an emotional connection with them because they were given an intimate and prolonged look into their lives. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case for me. Yes, I did watch him grow up before my eyes, but I barely know who he is. These mundane snippets of his life haphazardly stitched together, without any indication of how much time has elapsed since the previous scene, made it hard to keep up with the pace and look at the viewing experience as anything but a chore. I honestly am puzzled as to why I endured 165 minutes (I’m kidding, it was for Ethan Hawke) worth of footage, and sadly it wasn’t even worth it.

Brooklyn (2015, dir. John Crowley) ★★★★

This drama about the migration of an Irish girl to New York to seek better opportunities delves into the concept of what home truly is, as Eilis is left to choose between two men from two different countries. Divided into three segments revolving around pivotal events in the protagonist’s life, it sensitively tackles the experiences and issues familiar to any immigrant, remains true to the period it is set in, and engaging to audience members of all ages. Most in the historical genre are incapable of doing all three, so that's definitely no mean feat! And I’m not biased because Saoirse Ronan plays the starring role, although her compelling performance renders it impossible for anyone who claims to have a beating heart to finish this without puffy eyes and a heavy chest.

Happy Old Year (2019, dir. Nawapol Thamrongrattanarit) ★★★★

I thought Chutimon Chuengcharoensukying couldn’t top her role in Bad Genius, but she just had to come along and star in this personal take on new beginnings. Here, she plays Jean, a girl in the process of decluttering her house so she can transform it into an office space. While sifting through her possessions, she finds certain things belonging to people from her past, that remind her of broken relationships and question her philosophies on forgiveness and letting go. Her performance may be understated compared to the cunning and reckless Lynn she has become popular for, but I see this mastery of restraint as indication of her growth as an actress. The film is relatively simple in its execution, staying true to its central theme of minimalism. By stripping the structure down to the bare essentials of actor and dialogue, the audience can focus on the poignancy ingrained in the most mundane part of our everyday routines.

The Edge of Seventeen (2016, dir. Kelly Fremon Craig) ★★★★

It's actually true that a coming-of-age movie has been written based on every definitive moment a teenage girl experiences, they weren’t lying. The Edge of Seventeen could serve as part of Eighth Grade's cinematic universe, but instead we’re dealing with another reflection of who we were (or maybe still are). Nadine (Hailee Steinfeld) is a teen constantly teetering between arrogant self-assurance and sheer hopelessness. When she loses her best friend to her worst nemesis, she suddenly has to learn to navigate the ups and downs of adolescence and deal with her mental illness on her own. Besides focusing on the several firsts that we often encounter during this stage in our lives, the film accurately portrays our angsty and self-deprecating nature without resorting to mockery, therefore calling us out on this reflex we have of beating ourselves up and giving those around us permission to do so during such a critical part of our lives. I swore I was actually going to try not to cry here, but I guess Nadine's tearful monologue left me with no choice. (I'll leave it below so you can suffer with me.)

You know, ever since we were little, I would get this feeling like, like I’m floating outside of my body, looking down at myself… and I hate what I see: how I’m acting, the way I sound, and I don’t know how to change it. And I’m so scared that the feeling is never gonna go away.

The Kingmaker (2019, dir. Lauren Greenfield) ★★★★

This documentary is a fitting introduction for anyone who isn't familiar with the ill-gotten wealth and abuses the Marcoses have lying underneath their glossy veneer of opulence as well as the consequences of their actions that we suffer from to this day. Greenfield’s juxtaposition of this family’s fabricated stories and the testimonies of victims and first-hand witnesses was a smart move, as we observe the lengths they often go to, to revise the course of history. By spotting the parallels in their narrative and that of Rodrigo Duterte, the next strongman the voting population would unfortunately elect as their leader, we are also given a glimpse into the selective amnesia of the Filipino people that keeps these people in power. The danger lies in the fact that being an outsider herself, Greenfield leaves plenty of room for interpretation: there is no clear-cut statement of what was right and wrong among the several interweaving statements we heard. I was able to determine which was which is due to the fact that I already had prior knowledge, but where does that leave those who don't?

By the way, if you’re wondering why this has been grouped under this category, it’s because I remembered from Grade 6 science class that anger is one way to trigger adrenaline in the body.

Inception (2010, dir. Christopher Nolan) ★★★★★

Perfect always felt like a lazy way to describe what is supposed to be of superior quality. If you want to sing praises about anything that good, you're gonna have to do a better job than that to convince anyone that it's worth their time: was it inventive and bold or cerebral or emotional? Well, I'm afraid I have to bend this rule for Inception for the sake of brevity, because if I leave myself to ramble on about everything this did right, I would surely run out of adjectives. This sci-fi-heist-psychological thriller is in a league of its own, with its intricate plot and layered method of storytelling further amplified by stellar cast performances, masterful editing and special effects, and a thundering musical score that keeps audiences on edge for the entirety of its run. These elements come together to create a production that resonates and lingers with viewers long after the credits have rolled, partly thanks to that highly disputed final scene. (If my opinion is worth anything here, I believed that it stopped. Iykyk.)

The Lobster (2015, dir. Yorgos Lanthimos) ★★★★½

In this dystopian society, single people are required to check into a hotel in the hopes of finding a suitable partner within 45 days. If they fail to do so, they are sentenced to live the rest of their lives as an animal of their choice. It’s an absurd plot, far removed from reality, executed in a bleak and dry fashion. Yet, it manages to mirror and even satirize the world of modern relationships rather profoundly, particularly the societal pressure to couple up and find our ideal match instantly, or face harsh judgment. I doubt I've watched anything this dark in my life, but I found the unpredictable twists and turns, the deadpan humor, the sheer strangeness of it all very amusing and recommend it to anybody who wants to learn a thing or two about how blind love can be.

Ocean’s Eleven (2001, dir. Steven Soderbergh) ★★★★

I admit I was as pissed as Rusty Ryan (Brad Pitt) following his discovery that the reason why Danny Ocean (George Clooney) was keen on carrying out an elaborate heist of the three biggest casinos in Las Vegas was to win his wife (Julia Roberts) back. But, along the way, I was reeled in by the airtight pacing of the multiple scams that were a part of the scheme and the natural banter that takes place among the members of the ensemble. Also, it’s quite impossible to be annoyed at something that starred so many big names during the peak of their careers. (I have a soft spot for Matt Damon, thanks a lot Good Will Hunting.) Although I already knew what was going to happen, it was a joyride to see everything unfold. Based on the ending (and the copies of Ocean’s Twelve and Thirteen that my dad owned as a kid), I can tell that it’s far from over and I’m surely looking forward to what happens next.

So, that’s it for today’s round-up! Hope something caught your interest: I’d be happy to send 123m*vies links for any of those that aren’t available on Netflix. Feel free to hit me up too: I'm honestly up for thought-provoking discussions and straight-up keyboard smashing. Wishing you love and light always, and don’t forget to wash your hands, check your privilege and pray for our frontliners!

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The Honeymoon| Sanami June Bride 2017|

When Nami opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Sanji’s face. Looking directly at her.

“Ohmygod” she screamed, and she almost jumped from the bed, stepping away from him “Do you want to kill your wife on the very first day of marriage?”

Sanji laughed and stepped closer to her, embracing her in a hug. “I just can’t help but to stare at you. You look so peaceful in your sleep.”

“If I had known you would be such a creep I wouldn’t have married you.” She teased him, breaking the hug. “Now get up already, it’s getting late.”

“Who cares?” Sanji grabbed her by the arm, refusing to let go. “It’s our honeymoon.”

Nami sighed. “I know it is, but we can’t be in bed all the time.”

“Why not?” Sanji asked her, giving her the best impression of her puppy eyes. “There are plenty things to do in bed.”

Nami let out a laugh, but freed herself from Sanji’s gaze. “You already showed me that last night. And don’t give me that look, we knew what we were signing up to. It’s not easy to have a honeymoon in a ship with our crewmates.”

Before Sanji could try to convince her, they heard a knock on the door.

“You horny monsters, are you done?” It was obviously Zoro. Sanji chuckled and Nami rolled her eyes, but none of them responded. “Whatever, Luffy is hungry. And Usopp said there’s an island in sight, so…”

By the time they dressed up and opened the door, Zoro was already gone. Sanji gave Nami a slight kiss in the nose, and she wrinkled it.

“I’ll see you later. And don’t worry, we’ll have our honeymoon.” She assured him.

“Where?” He asked. He had always thought The Sunny was a big ship, but it certainly wasn’t big enough for privacy, or so it seemed.

“There” Nami said, pointing the island. Usopp was yelling “land ahoy!” from behind, and they both smiled. “There has to be somewhere where we can escape from everything else, right?”

“Like a hotel room?” he proposed, with a flirty smile.

“I hate to say this, but Zoro is right. You are a horny monster” she laughed, and left Sanji with a furious expression in his face.

 The crew finally arrived to the island, and to their delight, this time it didn’t seem like anything was about to eat them, or anyone was about to fight them. The palms, the sun and the light breeze were the culmination of that peaceful sensation, something that they weren’t used to feeling.

“How could there be no marines in the coast?” Chopper asked, looking around. The only thing he could see besides the sand was a big building in the distance. People were walking, swimming or just sunbathing without any apparent worry.

“Are we dead and we’ve gotten to paradise?” Usopp gulped, his eyes trying to catch every single detail that his mind could process.

“If we were dead we would be in hell, don’t you think?” Robin laughed with her characteristic grin “It’s a pirate’s life we’ve earned.”

“Whatever this place is, I’m just so happy to be here” Sanji cried, bringing down to his knees. “It’s paradise.”

“And who should you all thank?” Nami said, stepping in front of her crew, that now were looking at her, expectant for her answer “Obviously the best navigator ever, me! I had it all planned.”

“So this means…” Sanji started, and Nami joined him for the second phrase “Honeymoon mode on!” They high-fived each other, and Luffy and Franky did the same.

“I don’t get it” Luffy said later, when they were on their way to the building Nami described as a resort “Why did we high-five?”

Nami rolled her eyes before answering him. “Leave it, Luffy. We don’t want your brain injured after a long session of thinking.”

“Okay” Luffy responded, not catching the navigator’s sarcasm. “Usopp, Chopper, Franky and I are going to the amusement park, bye!”

“I’m leaving too” Zoro announced with a chuckle “It’s better to do some workout than to watch you sickling lovebirds making out.”

“Don’t come back!” Sanji waved him goodbye, and Nami punched him softly in the chest. “What? I just want a private time with my wife, and not seeing that shitty marimo ever again. It’s not that much to ask, right?”

“Well that’s our cue to leave” Robin said, taking Brook with her. Soon enough, Sanji and Nami found themselves alone, just like they wanted.

“Now that we’ve gotten rid of them, what should we do first, my beloved wife?” Sanji asked Nami, pulling her closer to him so he could place a kiss on her cheek.

“I was thinking that since I brought the bikini you gave me we could hit the pool” she said with a devious smile “What do you think?”

As a response, Sanji lifted her up and carried her bridal style. “I think let’s go now” he said, starting to run.

Already at the pool, they couldn’t get their hands off each other. Luckily, they weren’t the only ones to do so: the whole place was filled with couples doing the exact same thing.

“What is this place?” Sanji asked her between kisses. Nami stopped him right away, and focused in her answer. She would often get too distracted by him for her brain to actually think, although she loved it.

“It’s a resort, I told you. Mainly for couples in love, couples with children and even couples who are struggling with getting a divorce or not. It comes in the pamphlet, see?” she handed him a piece of paper, and he read it carefully.

“Sounds appropriate.” He just said, before starting to kiss her again.

“Wait” she said, making him stop right away. “I’ll get us a bottle of cold champagne. I’m sure I could get us a discount.”

With a wink of her eye and a turn over her heels, she left him waiting for her return. She moved with confidence, like she owned the place. She felt good, self-assured. In fact, she felt better than ever. The wedding turned out to be such a blast, she was officially married to the man she loved and she had planned the best honeymoon ever. Now that she thought of it, she really was awesome.

“Excuse me, mister” she called the waiter, with a brilliant smile. The day couldn’t get any better, but a glass of champagne had never done any damage. “Can I get the best champagne you have? You see, we’re on a celebration.”

“Of course you are!” the waiter told her, clearly exited. She frowned and looked directly at him, confused. Was that how the staff was supposed to react normally? She didn’t think so. Looking around, she couldn’t see any other clients getting that treatment.

“Sorry, miss Nami” the waiter said, noticing her awkwardness. However, it only made things worse: how the hell did he know her name? “I… You’re Nami, right? The cat burglar, now married to black leg Sanji?”

Nami blinked twice, and slowly nodded. “How do you know that?”

“Well it was in the news. Everyone saw it. You even appeared on some big screens, and, if you ask me, you looked gorgeous.”

The waiter kept talking about how beautiful the ceremony looked and that he never thought a pirate wedding could ever be so classy, yet so funny. He even called it “the best of the century”, which Nami thought it was a little bit exaggerated. Still, she found his excitement funny, and for once, she was recognized for something more than being in Luffy’s crew. It was a nice feeling, being somehow famous. And, even better, she knew how to take advantage of that.

“Look, Brian” she said, reading the waiter’s name in his label. “I really appreciate your enthusiasm and that you loved the wedding so much, but I’m really thirsty right now, and I feel tired after all that big ceremony. Could you bring that champagne I was talking about before?”

“Well of course!” Brian assured, and rushed to the bar. In less than a minute, he was holding a cold bottle and two glasses already. “And don’t worry about the cost, it’s on the house.”

Nami let out the biggest smile she could make and flipped her hair. “Thank you! You didn’t have to!”

When she was walking out, she heard Brian’s voice again. “Sanji is so lucky to have you!”

“Damn right he is” she said, stepping outside again. However, she didn’t found her lucky husband waiting for her at the pool, but two men fighting. And one of them was Sanji, naturally.

“What the hell are you doing?” she shouted him, and he turned around to face her. “Stop that stupid fight of yours!”

“This man just insulted us! He said our wedding was ridiculous and that pirates shouldn’t be allowed to get married, how can I let this pass?” he told her, his eyes still cold from the stare he was giving the man in front of him.

The man, apparently drunk, shouted back. “Pirates getting married is just a waste of time. Sooner or later one is going to be executed, as should be. And then the other would marry someone else, because you pirates don’t have a sense of honor… I’m sure you only did it for show. Pirates can’t love.”

Nami let out a deep breath. She was still holding the champagne, so she left it on the ground.

“Honey” she called Sanji, and he turned to face her with a smile. He knew what she was going to say next, and he could recognize what that little but devious smile meant in her face. “Beat this asshole.”

With the man so drunk he struggled to move and Nami’s cheers and claps supporting Sanji, the fight ended almost as soon as it had begun.

“Repeat that words again and it will be my wife who will finish you off” he spitted to the man lying on the floor. Then, Sanji turned to see Nami’s happy smile, and she threw herself into his arms.

“That was great. But no more fighting, please.” She said, with her signature puppy eyes. He couldn’t escape now. Not that he wanted to, anyway. “Just me, and you, and our free bottle of champagne.”

“Your plans are always the best” he said, kissing her. “But I still wonder how that man could find out about our wedding.”

“Well, as the brilliant mind I am, I know the answer to that” she whispered, “but I can tell you all about it when we’ve had our deserved drinks.”

“As you wish, love” he told her, pouring the champagne into the glasses and serving one of them to Nami. “To my perfect wife, who planned the perfect honeymoon. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” she laughed, before starting to tell him her little experience with a waiter called Brian and the biggest wedding of the century.

Author note: Wow. This was such an experience. It has been a challenge since I had to do it in such a short time, but it was a blast! I hope you liked it as much as I did!

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