#it's not as ridiculous as people make it seem that he held up against Zoro for a bit

[flattery-suplex]

Okay it's official; the anime has turned Egghead S tier in my mind

Like I already liked it if only for all the lore drops, but I wasn't too sure about the fast pacing. It seemed to be losing some of the detail that makes One Piece so great for me. I know a lot of people don't like how long Oda can take to get his arcs moving but it leaves room for more depth and explanation and Egghead has seemed a bit too fast paced for me.

But damn if episode 1100 isn't peak One Piece. It's also doing a damn good job of reminding people just how strong Lucci is. Maybe people can finally shut up about the Zoro vs Lucci fight lol

#like this man awakened a zoan and kept his personality #seeing his fight with luffy animated is a great reminder of just how strong zoans are #it's not as ridiculous as people make it seem that he held up against Zoro for a bit #one piece spoilers #one piece #one piece episode 1100 #rob lucci #egghead arc #op spoilers

[vizkopa]

Three Ways to Study Anatomy (Ace x Reader x Sabo) College!AU PART 1.5

Three Ways to Study Anatomy, Part 1: The Usual Way

Chapter Five: TGIF

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“I’m sorry, what?”

“A party! Our friend Law is in a fraternity and they’re throwing a party tonight to celebrate.”

Week one of semester was over, and you had been planning on spending your Friday night relaxing and maybe bingeing something on Netflix, but Nami had other plans.

“But it’s only the first week,” you said in disbelief. “What exactly are we celebrating?”

Nami chuckled. “The end of the first week of course. And don’t say you have homework. One night of fun won’t hurt.”

You snapped your mouth shut because you had just about to say that you did, indeed, have homework. There went your only good excuse out the window. “I don’t know, I’m not really the partying type…”

“Awh, come on, [Name]! It’s good to let your hair down every once in a while. Have some fun while you can!”

“But I won’t know anyone there.”

“You’ll know me. Also Vivi and Rebecca are coming. And Ace and the guys wouldn’t miss one of Law’s frat parties for anything. Come ooon, it’ll be fun!”

You sighed, pretending you hadn’t just perked up when you learned Ace and Sabo would be there. “I… guess I could take one night off…”

“YES!” You almost jumped at Nami’s outburst, then she gasped loudly and you almost jumped again. “We need to find you an outfit. I’ll let you borrow one of mine free of charge since it’s your first ever college party. If you spill anything on it though, the dry cleaning bill is on you.” She began rummaging in her closet, pulling out items one after the after until she had a small pile growing on the bed.

After saying no to every ridiculously short skirt and party dress Nami threw at you, you finally consented to a pair of jeans that, while they covered you completely, were so skin tight they leaved little to the imagination, and a top that showed far too much midriff for your liking, but was far more modest than the alternatives. Nami topped off the look with a pair of strappy heels and nodded approvingly as you examined yourself in the mirror.

“Not bad.”

You smiled at her over your shoulder. You had to admit, you looked hot. “Not bad at all,” you agreed.

* * * * *

You could hear the party before you had even turned onto the street—loud, thumping bass and raucous laughter drifted on the September breeze and you felt a sudden surge of apprehension. Nami seemed to have read your face because she put a reassuring hand on your knee.  

“Hey, if you want to leave at any point, just let me know, ‘kay?”

You nodded, though you wondered what would happen if you just refused to get out of the Uber and went home instead.

The two of you were met with cries of greeting as you walked up to the door. You recognised a face or two here and there from some of your classes, but otherwise, they were all strangers to you. The bass from the music pounded your eardrums as you squeezed through the door and into the crowded hallway. Immediately, a solo cup full of some amber liquid was pushed into your hand by a random passer-by and you were bombarded with a flurry of introductions that went by so fast, you wouldn’t have been able to commit any of them to memory even if you could hear them over the music. Nami was quickly whisked away in the direction of the living room and you suddenly found yourself alone in a throng of almost-strangers.

You lifted the solo cup to your lips in hopes of soothing some of the nerves, but not a second later, the drink was plucked from your hand. You looked up, angry, but met the brown eyes and freckled face of Ace, and your frown immediately disappeared. He set the cup on a side table and handed you an unopened bottle of beer instead.

“Rule number one of frat parties: never drink something you didn’t pour yourself.”

You gaped at him. “But why would…”

“Trust me, some of these college guys have some not so innocent intentions.” Then his face split into a smile that left you breathless. “Good thing I’m here, huh? Let’s dance!”

Before you could come up with an excuse not to make a fool of yourself, he was tugging you into the crowd of gyrating bodies by the hand. You had no idea what you were doing, but Ace didn’t seem to care, laughing at your weak attempts to dance without spilling your beer. The warm, dancing bodies around you bumped and buffeted you into him so there was barely an inch of space between you and you hoped you could pass off your flushed cheeks as simple exertion, or maybe the beer you were working through perhaps a little too quickly.

It was nerve-wracking, being in the midst of so many drunk and excitable people, but with the alcohol warming your veins, and Ace’s comforting hand on your waist or your shoulder whenever the crowd threatened to swallow you up, you started to enjoy yourself. It was many songs later, long after Ace had been swept away by an extremely pretty and insistent girl, did you decide to make your way to the edge of the dance floor. Flushed and a little lightheaded, you looked around for someone—anyone—you recognised.

“Want some air?” said a voice by your ear. You turned to find Sabo in a button down shirt that showed far too much of his chest to be good for you in your current state. He held out a cold beer in offering. You nodded gratefully and took it, and let him lead you between the drunken frat boys and dancing sorority girls until you reached the front porch. You took a deep breath of cool, night air and the spinning in your head seemed to slow down a fraction.

You were having a hard time getting the memory of Ace’s hand on the bare skin of your waist out of your head.

When you opened your eyes, Sabo was watching you with a half-smile tugging at his lips. He looked away hastily when you noticed him staring and he gazed out over the front yard, littered with people smoking and making out on the lawn.

“So… having fun?” he asked.

“Surprisingly, yes,” you replied, honestly.

He chuckled at that. “I didn’t take you for a party person. But, then again, I didn’t think I was until college either.”

“I’m not, really,” you insisted. “Nami made me come.”

Sabo smiled knowingly. “Didn’t look like you were protesting just now.” He gestured inside.

You flushed. “Yeah, well… alcohol makes you do things you normally wouldn’t…” As if to emphasise your point, a very drunk and very naked frat boy streaked across the lawn, shouting the name of the college football team.

You both burst out laughing and when you finally calmed down, Sabo said:

“In all seriousness though, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Even if you’re not the partying type, it’s good to relax and forget about school every once in a while. I think we’d all go crazy if we didn’t”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said, smiling at him. It was just now that you realised in the moments you had both spent doubled over in laughter, the two of you had drawn closer to each other.

“Just don’t overdo it. The number of times I’ve walked in on Ace dancing shirtless on tables…”

That got you going again and you found yourself leaning against each other as you giggled incessantly. When you calmed down you felt warm and a little sleepy. Sabo’s shoulder was pressed tightly against yours as you both leaned on the railing and looked out into the night, unbothered by the muffled bass and babble from the party. As much as you liked dancing with Ace, you wouldn’t mind just staying out here for the rest of the night in the pleasant glow of your tipsiness.

It took you a while to notice Sabo watching you from the corner of his eye. You smiled at him, taking in his blown pupils, his relaxed stance. He didn’t act drunk, but he seemed as pleasantly buzzed as you were and the smile he shot back made your heart flutter inside your chest. He opened his mouth to say something, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips, but before he could, the front door burst open.

“Sabo! Country Girl! There you are. Come join us for a game—oh. I’m not interrupting something, am I?”

You and Sabo hastily stepped away from each other. “Not at all. A game sounds fun,” said Sabo. “That is, if [Name] wants to?”

He looked at you imploringly and for a moment, you felt the urge to refuse Ace and stay outside with Sabo all night. But you didn’t like the way Ace was glancing between the two of you with a knowing smirk, so you tamped the urge back down and shrugged.

“Sure.”

Ace led you inside and back through the party, but this time, he led you up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. You wondered briefly whether you were allowed to be up here, but then saw that the room was filled with faces you recognised. Nami, Vivi, Rebecca, Sanji and Zoro were there, along with a couple of people you hadn’t met yet. Or maybe you had, you just didn’t remember it in the flurry of your arrival.

“Law, Country Girl, Country Girl, Law,” Ace offered lazily, waving his hand at a guy with black hair and a goatee seated on the bed.

“[Name],” you corrected and Law nodded. He wasn’t what you had expected from a frat boy at all. He seemed quiet, reserved, and looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, but he was smiling good naturedly. He gestured to the unfamiliar faces either side of him, one with scruffy red hair and the other wearing a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.

“This is Shachi and Penguin.”

You nodded to each of them in turn and they grinned broadly at you. You looked around for a place to sit and chose a spot on the floor beside Nami, who beamed at you as you sat down. Sabo made to take his place next to you but Ace got there first. Sabo frowned slightly, but Ace pretended not to notice as he turned to face the room. His smile was devious.

“So, what shall we be playing tonight?”

“Well…” said Nami with an identical smirk. “I was thinking, since we have a few newbies with us tonight, we should all get to know each other a little better.” She reached behind her and pulled out a bottle of vodka.

“It’s time for some ‘Never Have I Ever’.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece fanfic #one piece fan fiction #ace x reader #sabo x reader #college au #twtsa

[eirist]

Little Bits and Pieces of Heaven

FEAST YOUR EYES

One-shot #: 19

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning:OOC possible. One shot. PWP.

Rating:M (Just implications and some words)

Note: So this is inspired by the Kingdom dance in Tangled, a Nami line in One Piece Treasure Cruise and the fact that I want to slash a prompt from the drabble list. Prompt #88: “Come here” done. And if you want an idea on how bouncy the jig Brook’s playing, play the one from Titanic (the third class party).

Summary: “Have you done enough feasting swordsman?”

The celebration was already in full swing.

Some of the townsfolk started dancing underneath the brightly illuminated town square as Brook began playing a jig with a borrowed fiddle.

It didn’t take long for the other citizens to join the musician with their own instruments.

Usopp—who was standing on a makeshift stage—leapt down and ran towards the throng of dancers, shouting gleefully at his crew mates to join the fun.

With a loud and cheerful yell, Luffy bounded towards the dancers with a chunk of meat in one hand and Chopper on the other.

As if on cue, everyone was now pulling random bystanders and inviting people off the wooden benches and feasting tables to join the dancing.

Soon, the other Mugiwaras were doing the same. Franky offered a hand to Robin, who was sitting on the bench, clapping her hand in time with the music. The archaeologist smiled and conceded.

Sanji was about to ask Nami but his effort was thwarted by Usopp suddenly grabbing the navigator’s hand to drag her in a circle he, Luffy and Chopper had made.

The cook shouted curses and threats but his voice was drowned by the music, laughter and clapping.

Zoro smirked from the sidelines, mentally thanking the sniper from whisking Nami away from the perverted cook’s clutches. He took a swig from his mug and shook his head to refuse a pretty girl, and another, who were asking him to join the dance as well.

He silently observed his friends; spinning around and around, holding hands as if it they were just on the lawn deck of the Sunny, playing ring-around-the-rosy game. They were jumping and prancing to the lively beat with seemingly boundless energy. He can hear them laughing and cheering and he grinned at the fact that they are enjoying themselves.

They really should. After kicking the ass of the island’s former tyrannical ruler and his ridiculous minions, they deserve it.

That was the reason why a feast was being held on their honor. Even if they repeatedly said they are not heroes and was just passing by without really any intention to free the oppressed island.

One steely eye settled on the orange-haired woman as Usopp twirled Nami around. Zoro watched her giggle girlishly when Luffy did the same, before their captain clumsily stepped on her foot. That earned the rubber man a fist in the face as his head hilariously ricocheted, almost hitting Franky’s back before Nami went and grabbed Chopper’s hand and they whirled together around laughing.  

Her hair shone brightly under the yellow lights strung above the town square. She looked radiant, charming even (though he knows how deadly that charm is, he had seen men lured into their doom by that alone); more so when she threw back her head and laughed merrily as Sanji tried to seize her hand again in an attempt to dance with her and Luffy unwittingly intercepted by jumping on the chef’s arms.

There was another frustrated scream, followed by a lot of curses and kicking as Zoro rolled his eye.

Stupid cook. Serves him right.

The music continued playing, it seemed endless. And instead of tiring the people out, it only served to make them more enthusiastic as they all clapped, cheered, stomped their foot with the music and laughed, louder than before.

Nami had finally relented and let the blond idiot dance with her and spin her around, thrice, before blood—as expected—spurted out from his nose. From what, Zoro did not bother finding out as he fought the urge to roll his eye again at absurdity of it all. Of course it was not helping that the mapmaker had donned a light blue lace bustier top (he heard her call it that during one tiring, laundry day), and her chest was practically spilling out of it.

Not that he was eyeing her… but yes.

If Nami was able to make him look… then he doesn’t even want to think what it was doing to the other men within the vicinity with less restraint than him. Take swirly brows for example.

He studied her at the rim of his mug as he took another sip of his beer. She was trying to catch her breath, her hands on her hips, shaking her head as Chopper hurriedly took care of their fallen comrade. Surprisingly, there was a remnant of smile on her face as she watched everything before her as the others continued to zealously dance the night away.

Her chest heaved as she tried to get her breathing back to normal and he didn’t missed the way the soft mounds in front of her bounced slightly at each movement. And the dainty gold chain she was wearing around her neck wasn’t doing anyone a favor as it only guaranteed to catch anyone’s eyes and lead it straight down to her cleavage.

His gaze trailed upwards. Her long orange hair was loose and the curling tresses looked wild as if someone had deliberately tousled it by raking their fingers through it. There were errant strands sticking against her neck due to sweat. She was breathing through pursed lips and her face was flushed prettily.

She damn looked like she had been thoroughly kissed.

Or even better…

She looked exactly the way she does after a night of having his way with her. 

Something instantly stirred inside him and he can feel himself starting to swell at the thought of taking her again… probably tonight if possible.

He didn’t realize he was biting at the rim of his mug; not until he gritted his teeth when a love-struck fool approached her to try his luck.

He composed himself and shifted his attention to his liquor. It’s probably best to just enjoy his drink and temporary peace for now. He still got a barrel—scratch that—or two, to finish up before he was done feasting for the night. Besides, with all the merriment going on and knowing his friends… this could go well until dawn.

Zoro refilled his mug, momentarily glancing back at the crowd to check on Nami and the others when his eye met hers.

She must’ve refused the man earlier, as she was standing alone now. He saw the way her face lit up when she saw him looking and an enticing but rather devious smile appeared on her lips.

He fixed her with a stare, even as he tipped his mug back to drink his beer.

There was a tap on his shoulder and he was a bit peeved at the interruption. He grudgingly tore his eye away from Nami. A lovely girl was standing beside him with a shy smile on her face. She was asking him if he wanted to dance and he immediately shook his head to turn her down, trying his damnedest to be polite as much as possible.

He went back to drinking and refusing another girl's invitation to dance again. He was well on his way to his fourth mug when he felt someone swiftly sidle closer to him.  The distinct scent of mikans gave her away and Zoro wasn’t a bit surprised to find a pair of smooth, shapely legs just in line with his unimpaired vision.

“Are you done making pretty girls cry tonight?”

He lazily flicked an eye up on her face and scoffed.

Nami was smiling cheekily as she took the liberty of sitting on the table where he was drinking, nonchalantly crossing her leg over the other and setting one strappy heeled foot on the space beside his seat, letting the other just dangle in mid-air.

She placed her elbow on her knee, resting her chin in her hand as her brown eyes trailed over him up and down slowly.

Zoro threw back his drink draining the mug’s content in one gulp… before letting out a loud belch knowing it would ruffle her feathers.

The navigator’s face scrunched into a frown at his uncouthness. “You are such a pig Zoro!”

His grin was wide when he saw her expression.

She stuck here tongue out at him. “Have you done enough feasting swordsman?” Nami inquired as she observed that the table was almost food-free.

When he didn’t answer again, she decided to poke his leg with the pointy heel of her shoe. “Well… have you?” She probed as she poked him again, prompting him to clamp down a hand around her ankle.

“Nope,” Zoro replied. “Not yet.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Please don’t tell me what you wolfed down earlier and the three barrels of booze were still not enough?” She keeps forgetting how Zoro is just like their gluttonous captain… his appetite was just a voracious.

The smirk that appeared on his face set off the alarm bells inside her head as his thumb started rubbing the inside of her ankle, just below the strap, sending a wave of warm pleasure all over her body.

“There’s something else I want to feast on tonight.”

Nami’s breath hitched at that. With one arm he managed to scoop her up by the waist as he stood up, growling a ‘come here’, before throwing her over his shoulder.

“ZORO!” She yelped, smacking him on his back, even as she hooked an arm around his neck.

Zoro quickly glanced around to see is anyone can see them. Thank heavens all of their nakama and townspeople were still in the reveling zone; partying their hearts out.

He chuckled as he started walking away from all the merrymaking. He surreptitiously slid a hand inside her short skirt to give her ass a slap.

Shivers ran up and down Nami’s spine as an excited moan escaped her before she can even stop herself. Her insides started to throb in anticipation in what he might have in store for her tonight.

She pushed herself off his shoulder a little so she can look at his face. “At least know where you are going Zoro.”

“Does it really matter where?”

“At least somewhere with a bed idiot.”

They rounded a corner of a random dwelling, just as Brook started playing another jig and the whole town erupted into cheers and clapping again.

“We don’t need a bed Nami,” He whispered huskily.“You’re not sleeping tonight.”

The heat she was feeling immediately shot straight into her head. “Oh fuck.” Nami gasped, biting her lip as Zoro started planting wet kisses on her jaw and neck.  

"Yeah... all night long." He assured her as he crushed her lips against hers.

This is definitely going to be one night she wouldn’t mind losing sleep.   

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zona one-shots #zoro nami fanfiction #roronoa zoro #nami #drabble list prompt

[g00d1uckch4rm]

Chasing The Sun

Chapter 2: Set Sail

Summary/Info Rated M ____________________________________________________ 

AN: no measurement or comparison is given for much of the ships. I’m guessing and just going with it, it’s not important enough to make statistics of fictional ships. I don’t know shit about sailing either. So it’s just whatever sounds good and if I have to look something up, I will. But not a concern if I’m wrong.  ____________________________________________________  

-Introduction to Type Dynamics- (Continued...)

Type A Dynamic Also referred to as Type A or simply A Twenty-two percent probability

The function of one's gonads is the production of sperm, no matter the body appearance. Type A have a particular sense of smell and very rarely have a sexual drive outside of a Rut (See: ER Period). It is not unusual for one to have a territory and keep others out, whether they themselves are aware of it. Depending on the person, it could be a favourite chair, their home, a small village, etc. People of this Type may also have a harder time living together, as an overabundance of similar pheromones and closely timed Ruts will cause instinctual rivalry and potentially hostile actions.  

It is a misconception that Type A females have or had a penis. They do, however, lack a womb and are incapable of becoming pregnant.

Type B Dynamic Also referred to as Type B or simply B Fifty-six percent probability

There are two variations, but the key factor of Type B is the lack of both (P)heromones and (S)ensitivity (See: WISP Score). For males, the function of their gonads is the production of sperm. For females, they have a womb capable of carrying children and the function of their gonads is the production of eggs. Typically, there are no territory issues and have an easier time living with others regardless of Type.

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Brunch was when the Straw-Hat crew; with the addition of Law, got together to discuss preparations. A few were still half sleep, but they were doing their best to at least pay attention. Nami and Franky were assigning tasks, while Sanji handed out servings.

The departure from Wano would be in about a week, earlier if possible. The storm they stirred up was far from over and last thing this freshly liberated country needed was more conflict. It was in the best interest of everyone that the pirates moved on, even if it was sad to see them go so soon.

"I've got a few, light modifications to tend to with Sunny," Franky informed Usopp. "but I should be done by the time you're about ready to load up the restock. I'll be there for the heavy lifting for sure though."

"That's fine, and if you're still busy, I'll do a double check to make sure we're not missing anything." Usopp offered and earned a thumbs-up from the cyborg.

"I could do with some heavy lifting." Zoro made an attempt to help and keep up his routine.

Chopper; who had been nodding off, suddenly snapped fully awake. "You could do with some rest!!" He shouted and angrily shook his hoof at the swordsman. "How many times do I have to tell you!? You're not to do any strenuous activity! You so much as pop a stitch or pick at a bandage, I'll strap you to a stretcher for the duration of your recovery! You hear me!?"

Zoro gave a mild grimace, the tiny deer was hardly ever threatening. But as annoying as it was, Chopper almost always got his way.

"Robin," Nami began next, looking to the other woman of the group. "you okay with lending Chopper a hand?"

"Of course." She said with a smile and cast a glance at the swordsman, though Zoro could see the warning in her eyes. He scoffed under his breath and bitterly gave into silent defeat.

Chopper added in a word of thanks. But was innocently unaware of what truly transpired.

The doctor would have his hooves full for a good part of the week continuing with treatment. Along with all the other available doctors. So, he was preparing a list of supplies. Mainly herbs and different medical dressings. Having Robin being the one to take care of these things would be a huge help.

"Which leaves Brook and Jinbei," Franky then did some finger snapping back n' forth between the skeleton and fishman. Which was almost dance-like, as the pair sat across from each other. The action was likely done for that very purpose, given that Franky had the most energy this morning. "you bro's cool with running errands for Sanji?"

The mere thought that helping Sanji with shopping and gathering could possibly mean snacks, had Luffy jumping at the opportunity. "I want to go, too!" Raising his hand with great enthusiasm, but in the process also knocked over the man resting against him. "Ah, sorry, Torao."

"Ya, no." Sanji scoffed as he turned Luffy down, ignoring any sort of pout sent his way. "You already have your job, keeping the two of you fools out of trouble and focused on recovery."

Law grumbled in reply, batting away the younger captain's hand when they tried to help as he slowly sat back up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "That's what I get for," He began mumbling bitterly, but paused when Luffy carefully placed the spotted hat back on his head. "... thanks."

The rest of the crew carried on with their discussion, trailing off into casual chatter and enjoying their meal. Jinbei however, ate in silence and pretended to engaged with everyone else. Though, truth be told, he had been keeping an eye on the pair the moment they had entered the room. He wasn't sure if it was just curiosity or concern. The situation from early this morning and the addition of what was happening over brunch. It felt... off.

Law was back to resting his head on Luffy's shoulder as he began to doze off again. At which, Luffy smiled and then nudged Law's untouched plate towards him. Law simply stared at it with tired eyes for a moment before Luffy spoke up. "Common, eat." With a barely audible 'fine', Law begrudgingly picked up the utensil and gingerly ate.

Yesterday, Law had been unapproachable by anyone, unable to sit still and seemingly in a deep state of torment. Today, Luffy remained at his side, patient and accommodating everything with a smile. To say it was strange would be a vast understatement. Perhaps his captain had taken it too seriously or too literally when Jinbei had asked to make sure Law was alright.

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However, over the course of the next three days, Jinbei came to realize that none of the other Straw-Hats acted as though this was out of the ordinary. He didn't know how the Heart crew was taking it as they were all far too busy with their medical work and Law never left the house. Neither did Luffy for that matter. Which was a good thing, in a way, they both needed to rest and let their wounds heal.

Yet at any point that Jinbei saw them, they were always together. Curled up together for a nap. Having light conversations while they sat next to each other. Sharing meals. There didn't seem to be any building irritation or fights breaking out either. Jinbei doubted that any of this odd behaviour from either of them was even close to normal.

Though, what he was doing was pretty abnormal too. Here Jinbei was spying on his captain for no particular reason and he had to admit this had become ridiculous. An odd friendship, more than friends, forcibly stuck together? Whatever it might possibly be, he refused to question it any more. It is what it is, he accepted.

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It was hours before sunrise, before breakfast, but Brook had woken all the Straw-Hats up in song. With a fully amped electric guitar and timed pinch harmonics no less. Yes, the wakeup call had been requested, however not to that extent. While Luffy and Franky thought it was awesome, everyone else had mixed feelings of how to kill someone that was already dead. Though Jinbei just found it to be a very weird way to start the day.

The crew began to grab the last of their belongings and supplies to take to the ship. Those that were done sooner, went on ahead and slowly, quietly made their way out of the building. Outside was still dark and not a soul on street, surprisingly Brook hadn't disturbed anyone else. That. Or the town had gotten use to all the noise. Either way, it was the goal, to set out without an announcement or large gathering. Only a few people needed to know that they were leaving today and they had already given all their farewells yesterday.

First light of the twilight hour began just as some of the crew made the long walk from town to the shore. Upon arriving, Nami was quick to begin barking out preparations to Usopp, Brook, Zoro and Robin as they got the ship sail ready. Thirty minutes later the shipwright and helmsman arrive pulling an ox cart. Jinbei began helping Franky with the last-minute loading, tossing large crates from the dock up to the cyborg on deck.

While Luffy showed up not long after with Otama on his shoulders. Not unexpected, given her attachment to him. But nothing needed to be said to the captain, he wouldn't let her come along no matter how much she begged. He would, however, spend whatever time was left at the foot of the pier with her, sharing hugs and promises to see each other again someday.

Finally, the last of crew arrived at the docks. Chopper; approaching the ship with Sanji in tow, called out to the rest of the crew. "Anyone seen Zoro?"

"Ya, he's passed out on the deck!" Usopp shouted with annoyance from high atop the foremast.

"You sure its not a bump in the lawn." The cook remarked.

But, unexpectedly, there was one last person to show up. And it didn't seem like it was for a last minute goodbye. "TO-NI-YA!" Law enunciated loudly, storming towards the dock with a sinister expression. The reindeer squeaked and quickly hid behind Sanji's legs in fear. Though it was useless as it only took one swift gesture to utilize his ability, "ROOM." and then forced Chopper to come to him with a simple Shambles.

Chopper flailed and screamed in horror as the man now held him up by the antlers. "We're going to have a nice, quick chat. Doctor to doctor. About exploiting your patients in high risk situations for therapeutic treatment!!"

"Ah-uh!? Wha? I-I didn't–" The young doctor stammered and tried to figure out what or who Law was talking about.

"Oi!" Sanji quickly came to his comrade's defence, stomping his foot in warning. "You ungrateful brat, don't think I won't kick your injured ass-!"

"Well, that's fine." Luffy said with indifference, cutting Sanji off  as he stood up from the edge of the pier. Patting Otama's head and walked past by the two doctors. "Don't take too long. Oh, and Torao since you'll be heading back to town, could you make sure that Tama arrives safely?"

"L-luffy! Help me!" Chopper reached out towards his captain.

"Hm, with what?" He paused, resting his hands behind his head as he turned towards them. "You two are just going to talk."

Sanji came up next to the shorter man and spoke with a heavy tone, like when he was reminding someone to be careful. "Luffy."

"It's fine." Luffy countered with a smile and reassured his crew-mate. "Torao probably just has questions about his first time."

Both Law and Sanji immediately flushed while they yelled at the top of their lungs. "DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT!!"

To further humiliation and chaos, Franky wolf whistled from over the railing of Sunny. "Ow! Congratulations, man!!" Everyone onboard; including Zoro whom had been sleeping, burst into a fit of laughter. Though, Luffy scowled at them in disapproval and their amusement eventually tittered off into soft chuckles.

As pissed off as he was, Law knew it was a losing battle, the shipwright was likely ready to perverse anything he could say clarify the conversation. So, he didn't bother and let it go. "Real fuckin' mature." He said with an irritated groan and flipped him off. "Just you wait, when our paths cross again, you'll be the first to die."

"Pift, ya right!" Franky shook his head. "We're allies remember?"

"That alliance ended when Kaido fell." Law smirked confidently.

"Pretty sure you've said that before," Franky insisted as he lifted his shades to give the doctor a wink. "then came back for more."

Law was visibly cringing, both in disgust from the perv's implication and irritation from the fact that he wasn't technically wrong. Dressrosa and Zou, he had tried to call it off so many times.

"Franky." Was all Luffy had to say as a light warning and the cyborg frowned before returning to his task. Addressing the fellow captain, Luffy was back to his cheerful self. "Sorry, Torao, everyone is so use to it they forget-"

"Doesn't matter." Law interrupted him sharply and turned to walk away.

"Law." Surprised from the use of his actual name, he looked back, locking eyes with the young man. "I'll see you later, take care, alright?"

"Ya." Was all he could say a first, till the tension finally left his shoulders. This was likely the last time they would see each other for a long time. It hadn't really sunk in till this moment. But, there was a part of him that came to realize that he was going to miss Mugiwara-ya, even if it was just a little bit. "Ya... you too, Luffy." Law blamed it all on his dynamic.

Then he turned his attention back to the tiny deer still in hand, making sure to convey how dead serious he was about making this quick. "Let's hope you have the capacity to be somewhat fucking professional, Dr. Tony. Let's start with what the hell is Hypo-Prism?"

~~~~~~ ҉ ~~~~~~

With the Sunny out of Wano's ocean boarders and sunrise brightening the sky, Nami gave an all clear for smooth weather. At least for the time being, it was the grand line after all. But not a moment later, Franky quickly stole the helmsman from his post. "Come on, I've already asked Brook to cover for ya!"

It was time to begin the promised tour from top to bottom. The living quarters was skip till the end and the two giants of the crew made their way down to the lawn deck. Franky pointed out their destination with a colossal hand. "We'll start at the stern, it will be a little bit of up and down, but we'll eventually make our way below deck."

"I am eager to see it all." Jinbei said with a smile.

When they made their way up the quarterdeck, the shipwright showed him the tank hatch on the starboard side. Out of all the others, this is the only one that had been modified and Franky opened it to showcase. "Made this one's access bigger in the end, never know what the guys will fish up. But you're still welcome to use it if ya want."

It was still strange to have tank on a ship, even more so with the sheer size of this one. From the hatch Jinbei could see fish swimming about and judging by the dark tint of the sand bottom, it was fairly deep too. "How big is the aquarium?"

"Mmm." Franky mussed and properly shut the panel. "About fifty-thousand gallons? Give or take a few quarters."

"F-fifty!?" He sputtered in shock and quickly did the math in his head. "That's like, five-hundred-thousand pounds! Having that much weight on the aft is cause for drag."

"Eh, probably more around fifty-one-hundred thou' with all the stuff in there. And just who do take me for?" Franky found the helmsman's concern to be more humorous than insulting and chuckled. "Sunny is perfectly balanced and can carry twice their weight before submersion would even be a problem."

Jinbei was already dreading the future situations where fifty-one-hundred-thousand pounds lighter might mean life or death. Being a carrack was already a disadvantage in speed and mobility to most ships, second to only a galleon. Not even touching the rare monstrosities that could hardly be called a sea vessel anymore. Mobile castles or islands was more like it. "Is it even necessary?"

"Of course it is! Now, were heading up from here." Leading the way around to the entrance of the observation tower and beyond the doorway was a ladder. It was a rather short climb to the hatch, which was given a light knock in warning to anyone that might be on the other side.

"The 'brains of the Sunny', as Nami likes to call it." Franky gestured to the circular library. "Everyone stores their books here. Well, everyone except for Luffy. So, feel free to do so as well if you ever pick up anything as we go."

As Jinbei was taking a moment to scan the room; noting the sea charts at the desk and the fair collection of numerous types of literature, Franky was opening the door. "This area is were some of the crew like to garden." Franky explained as they walked onto one of the upper decks. "Though, the only key thing to keep in mind here is the orange trees are Nami's territory."

"One too many people have tried to take the fruit in the past, I take it?"

Franky laughed and made his way back to the ladder. "They only try it once. Anyways, one more floor up and that will be all for the tower, then it's back down."

The tour of the bathhouse was very quick, though quite impressive for a ship to have such a land-based luxury. Though, it wasn't something that the fishman was going to partake in. Fishfolk had other means of grooming and upkeep that didn't require unpleasant things like soap. Relaxing in hot water was about as sensible as humans; and other land races, got when it came to their torturous task they dubbed as 'bathing'.

Next; after returning to quarterdeck of the stern, they entered the infirmary. The doctor was working on a file when he turned and greeted them.

"This is obviously the Doc's workplace, a permanent territory free space." It was a tiny space with a desk, a few shelves and a sickbed, but felt even smaller with the two large men squished inside. With a quick look around, Franky then addressed Chopper. "Though, might have to see about remodelling to give you more room to work. This place is too small for even one of us big boys."

Chopper let out a relieved sigh as if he had been waiting for good news. "Please, do. If it's not too much trouble... One bed has been one too few for a long time."

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Franky enquired with a frown.

"Um, well." Chopper hesitated as guilt weighed down on him. "I didn't want to sound ungrateful o-or insult all your hard work."

"Nonsense." He dismissed the others misplaced worry with a wave. "I'll get some drafts drawn up and talk more in detail later. Gotta finish the tour first."

"Oh! Okay, thank you, Franky!" Chopper was already becoming excited for the bigger infirmary. With how reckless most of the crew was and not to mention the tough battles to come, a more reasonable sized medical centre was going to be needed. Perhaps he could even consult Nami about a budget for additional equipment.

However, just as the two were crossing through the back door into the kitchen, Chopper remembered something important. "Jinbei?"

"Yes, Dr. Tony?" He replied as turned back to his tiny crew-mate.

"When you're done, could you come find me? I'd like to build your medical file."

"Certainly."

Continuing on the dining room and kitchen, where the cook was finishing his prep work for breakfast. Franky began again. "So, pretty straight forward in here, not much to say other than Sanji's territory starts-"

"What the hell, Franky!?" Sanji jumped in, foregoing his original focus once the cyborg just started freely talking about sensitive information. "Why are you just calling me out like that!?"

"I'm just trying to be helpful, gez, why are you so mad about it? Everyone else knows."

"That's not the point-! Uhg, fuck it!" He growled and then glared at Jinbei. "Everywhere the tile touches, stay out unless I say so and we won't have any problems. Got it?"

While Jinbei was bewildered over what the fuss was about, he knew it was unwise to question the cook further on the matter. So, he just nodded his head politely and agreed to the terms with no problems. "I understand, Sanji."

"Good, now, leave me alone so I can cook in peace." He bitterly said as he jutted a thumb towards the door, the tour in here was over. "I'll call when food is ready."

Exiting the kitchen, the door was slammed behind them. "Tch, touchy today and it ain't even that time of the month." Franky grumbled and made his way back to the main deck, suppressing the urge to kick the grass in spite. First Luffy pulling the alpha card on him and now Sanji was already acting like his rank was threatened. Though... to be fair, Franky know he was in the wrong with all the teasing he gave Law about his time with Luffy.

"If it's not stepping over any bounds." Jinbei spoke up, still confused by what happened. Enough that he dared to ask. "Why was Sanji so bothered about his area being discussed?"

"Eh. I don't really get it either." Franky paused, looking up at the sails as he spoke. "I mean, I get it, I wouldn't be happy if I found someone in my workshop without permission. But Sanji; and I guess mostly everyone else, is on a different level about it. Maybe it's because I don't care if others talk about me and all my preferences, that I don't fully understand the desire to keep it to myself?" He then sighed and shook his head. "I don't know how to explain it, man. But, I figured I was saving everyone the fuss by telling you where anyone has an area claimed. Ya know, being a good packmate an' all that, rather than letting it get to them and explode on you later."

Particularities amongst the crew; even if seemed to be about something of little importance, that was something Jinbei could understand. He was familiar with the Sun crew and some of theirs. "Well, know that I appreciate it." Though his expression retained his usual seriousness, his voice softened to show his gratitude. "I certainly wouldn't want to cause any problems as I get acquainted with the crew."

That helped him to perk back up. "Then, if anyone asks, you figured it out on your own. Deal?"

"Deal."

And they shook on it. However, re-experiencing the strength in the fishman's handshake made the cyborg remember something he wanted to try. Keeping his grip on the other's hand, Franky was fully pumped back up. "Can we arm-wrestle!?"

Taken back by the sheer randomness, Jinbei awkwardly leaned away. Unsure of how to remove his hand without coming off as rude. "Uh, shouldn't we finish the tour?"

Quickly letting go and giving a snap of finger-guns, "Oh, right! We'll do that later then." Franky got back on track.

Before Jinbei could say anything more on the matter, the human was back to providing information about the Sunny. Resuming with the sails. Including little details like the exact size of each sail, which was automated and what was manual. Having a ship with parts that responded to a control system was fascinating. And honestly, Jinbei liked that he had more precise control over the Sunny.

For the bar, it was a very quick showing. Since the tank had already been discussed, there wasn't really anything that Jinbei felt like he needed to keep in mind. It was mostly a place to relax and drink.

Climbing up main mast to the crow's nest and to find that it was also a training room was very, very unexpected. While Jinbei didn't voice it, he believed that it would be a better fit if it was swapped with the library. After all, having a place to tidy up next door after training would rather nice.

Now, going below deck, this is where Franky bombarded the helmsman with information on the whole Soldier Dock System. Clearly the cyborg's pride and joy, as he was quite passionate about all the additional vessels that he had built for both weaponry and to make certain tasks easier for the whole crew. Jinbei spent a fair amount of time listening quietly, but intently, even though he didn't have any use for these mechanical contraptions.

Eventually, Franky had them move on. Going over the storage room, where and what supplies they had. It was still bizarre to know that the man had somehow managed to power everything; including his own body, with cola. The energy room that gave the Sunny its incredible powerful blasts was no different.

The workshop area and territory is split between Franky and Usopp. Pretty easy to tell which side is who's. Franky had grinned as he jutted his thumb at the sniper's sign on the wall.

With only the bow left, Franky got a strange grin as he led the way back up on deck. "Now, it's time for the surprise."

Surprise? Most of the Sunny had been a surprise, what could the shipwright have planned?

Upon entering the first level of the bow, Jinbei realized it was the men's sleeping quarters. But he didn't get a moment to completely take in the room as his guide took off.

"I call top!" Franky said with great child-like excitement and swiftly hoisted himself up onto a very large wooden, naval cot. He then posed like he had been waiting for the other to arrive. "I finally had a reason to make a set for big boys."

Jinbei observed that this bunk was indeed far larger than the other four sets. Though, with how small they were, he wondered if Franky even slept in here before this. Or just crashed on the floor. Well, even if it worked out in the man's favour, Jinbei was still grateful for the accommodation.

"The bottom suits me fine." Having to climb into bed felt inconvenient and Jinbei honestly didn't see the appeal of sleeping so high up.

"Sweet," Then as he hopped back down, he had a mischievous grin. "so, ready to see the ladies' quarters?"

"I doubt that is necessary." Jinbei replied uninterested and then took a moment to inspect his new living situation. Left to the large bunks was a sunken table, the crew's wanted posters scattered over the wall and lockers to the back. Some more worn than others; rough, repeated use left the door littered with scrapes. Upon closer inspection he noticed that instead of names, there was simple images scratched into the metal surface. A swirl, music note, slingshot, sword, straw-hat, an X, hammer and a handwheel.

"You... alright, bro?" Franky broke the silence that had settled between them.

The fishman turned to the human. "Pardon?"

"Are you normally this serious or is it because you have yet to settle in?" To be fair they hadn't really had a casual conversation since the night of the festival. Then everyone became busy with preparations. But the man didn't take the bait when Franky brought up the girls' room. Jinbei didn't get flustered or disgusted by the idea, heck he didn't even bat an eye at it.

"I'm afraid that I don't follow. If this is in correlation to the tour, I only spoke if I had questions as I was focused on learning what you had to show me."

"Hm." Perhaps he's a bit like Robin? Franky thought, but let it go. "Eh, don't worry about it. If you have any questions later on, let me know. And don't worry about gettn' back to the helm right away, get settled in, unpack."

"That can wait till later." Not that he had brought much with him to Wano to being with. "I wouldn't want to trouble Brook with my duties."

From the other side of the ship, they heard Sanji call everyone in. It was perfect timing and Franky adjusted his sunglasses before rushing out the door. "Fight 's on!" He cheered.

~~~~~~ ҉ ~~~~~~

The Den-den-mushi was already on its sixth ring and the reindeer's stress was climbing by the second. Chopper decided that waiting for him to pick up was much, much worse than dialing the number that was meant for emergencies. And it hadn't been easy getting the contact information either.

Just as Chopper was about ready to give up on the idea and hang up, then the sail's eyes popped open. Only for the snail's expression quickly sour into a scowl, he gave a small yelp and nearly dropped the mic. "I-uh... T-this is Ch-"

"It hasn't even been half a day, Tony-ya!" Law snapped and then growled with annoyance. "Mugiwara-ya better be dead."

"Ah, ya, I know." Chopper said in defeat, unable to look at the snail. "I'm sorry and everyone is fine, I just wanted to ask-"

"I'm hanging up, now," Law cut him off. "and don't expect this number to work next time."

Doing a full one-eighty from timid to bold, he yells into the mic. "Would you just let me finish!? No, it's not an emergency, but it is still very important!"

"What is it." He demanded, if it wasn't worth the call, there would be hell to pay.

"How much do you know about fishfolk medical practices?"

The snail's expression relaxed a bit into one of surprise and perhaps curiosity. The edge even faded from Law's tone. "What happened?"

"Nothing. Well, nothing yet." Chopper explained as he flipped open the file he had put together with Jinbei. "Some of the information Jinbei provided during a consultation, I don't know of its importance and it made me realize that I don't know anything about fishfolk other than blood compatibility. Like, he said he has gill type four?"

"I'm afraid that I don't know any more than you."

That was quite the shock to the small doctor. "Eh? But didn't you perform surgery on him?"

"The injury from Akainu?" Honestly, Jinbei's size had been his saving grace. Despite the devil fruit powers tunnelling through his body, it was Luffy that had the most life threatening wounds from the attack. Jinbei would have likely recovered even without surgery, with minor loss in quality of life. "He was lucky that the damage was mostly done to his liver and lung. At least that was practically identical to a human's." Well, the bottom half of the lung was, going up things started to look alien.

"I see." Chopper slouched into his chair, this turned out to be more worrisome than anticipated. Now he had no backup should something serious happen to the fishman in the future. It wasn't likely that he would just find textbooks on the surface either. "You wouldn't happen to still have that in your records, would you?"

There was silence for a moment and Chopper was beginning to wonder if the connection was breaking up. "I'll find a way to get the file to you. But that might take some time."

"That's fine. Thank you, Torao." He said in genuine gratitude.

"And since," Law sighed and spoke begrudgingly. "since you've allowed a partnership with your work. I guess the least I could do is pass on anything I get my hands on for fishfolk."

Chopper beamed with utter delight. "Really!? Thank you, that would be amazing!"

"I'll contact you later, so don't call again unless there is an emergency." And then Law hung up before anything else was said.

~~~~~~ ҉ ~~~~~~

It was wishful thinking that they would get a break and get to relax on the first day finally back to sea.

Luffy was most certainly back to his normal self and being the newest addition to the crew, Jinbei was not familiar with his captain's tactics with stealing food. Franky hadn't been kidding about there being a fight. A fight to block Luffy's greedy little fingers from touching his plate. But despite this annoyance, everyone else was so use to it that they talked and joked like usual.

However, not even ten minutes after this rowdy breakfast, Nami warned the crew that they had thirty seconds to ready for a flash storm. And they handled it well, even if full bellies made Chopper and Usopp nauseous from the rough rocking of the storm's waves that lasted for two hours. Good ol' grand line keeping them on their toes. You can only be graced with so much good luck, that you're bound to get some bad.

The afternoon also had its fair share of chaos.

The sudden, large explosion on the upper deck of the stern had Jinbei turning away from the helm and readying for a fight. But Nami shouting warnings to the sniper, changed the situation to something else. "What the hell, Usopp!? I swear if you've damaged Bellmère's tangerines again, I'll cut your hair off!!"

"Don't threaten my hair! The trees are fine!!" He yelled back before emerging from the black cloud and hung himself over the railing to escape the thick smoke. He coughed a few times before wheezing. "And I'm okay, too, thanks for asking."

"Hey, bro! Whatcha makin'!?" Franky asked with great excitement as he hurried to join him.

"A new type of cannon ammo." Usopp groaned in reply, ignoring Nami's fuming rage and calling him a liar. Sanji quickly join in to back up the lady as well.

Jinbei stopped paying attention at that point. He sighed and returned to his post, trying to relax in the seat at the helm. "Is it going to be like this every day?"

"Nah, this is just one of those calm days. Don't worry though, we'll have days that will be even crazier and loads more fun!" Luffy reassured with an enthusiastic grin. Given the Straw-Hat pirates history, Jinbei had no doubt about crazy. Though being at the heart of it all from here on out. Perhaps he truly had no idea what he signed up for.

"So soon it will be like you're all right back at home, then?" His reply came casually, continuing the small talk and disregards his worries for the time being. He looked to where the captain was lounging against the lion's mane. All happy and full of energy, without a care in the world. Not a trace of the oddities Jinbei had witnessed over the course of the past couple days he had spent with Law. It was good to see Luffy this way once again.

"Oh, that's right. I almost forgot!" He scurried to his feet, ran over and quickly placed the straw hat atop his helmsman's head. Surprised, all Jinbei could do was stare as Luffy rushed over to the railing to shout at the rest of the crew. "Everyone, listen up! Jinbei's part of the pack now!"

There was a mix of responses, ranging from celebratory to indifference. Even when finding his voice, Jinbei didn't know what to say and just echoed in question. "Part of the pack?"

"Ya!" Luffy laughed and spun back around. "So, welcome home, Jinbei!"

Jinbei gave a huff of amusement before chuckling softly at Luffy's antics. That doesn't sound too bad. Not bad at all.

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The Straw-Hat Among Us Ch.4

Purple: Caesar Clown

Caesar knew it was him from the start. It was obvious, really. Terrible acting aside, Caesar couldn’t honestly believe such an idiot believed them foolish enough to simply let him slip by.

The only thing that made Caesar feel any sort of remorse for Teach’s death was the very last few things he’d said. Not the stuff about wanting to live or anything, no, he thought about that part where he covered up his discovery of the body. Everything he said, no, confessed had pretty much been proven. He was the only one strong enough to toss a stiff like that, he had good motivation for doing so…

All evidence pointed to this being the case.

But nothing proved that he actually killed Shanks. That was all just speculation.

Oh well. Teach was still an unpleasant bastard, so the only real reason Caesar might regret his death was that it lowered their numbers. The fewer people out and about, the fewer the witnesses. Not that he trusted anyone, anyways.

Oh, except for Doffy. That man right there was a man of quality, alright! While everyone else ran around with their pathetic little meagre intellects, Doffy sat with his legs crossed, grinning at them with the amusement only someone of ridiculously superior intellect could deserve. The kind of intellect Caesar himself possessed, in his own non-humble opinion. That was also why they got along so well.

Until now. “I don’t see why this should be such a big deal! He was obviously some manner of suspicious, who cares if he didn’t actually kill him?”

Doffy shook his head, folded fingers covering his mouth. He wasn’t smiling. “Whether he was suspicious or not is entirely uninteresting. What’s the fun in killing a mere human?”

Caesar wrinkled his nose, absently pouring the contents of a beaker into another. “It isn’t supposed to be fun, you know.”

“Oh, well,” a feral grin crossed Doffy’s face, “don’t tell me you’ve never imagined what they might look like on the inside.” Caesar’s hand stalled to a stop in front of a little canister of aluminium powder. “Don’t be ashamed of it! Imagine those insides, crawling with unknown substances and peculiar cell formations... Perhaps they are not carbon-based at all, instead being of the elusive silicon-based sort? Oh, the possibilities!”

Caesar clicked his tongue. “You’d cut up a man if his heart happened to be in the wrong place.” Still, he couldn’t help but agree. Cutting up an alien like that…

A shiver ran down his spine.

Shaking his head, Caesar returned to his experiments.

“I don’t trust Zoro.”

Caesar turned to look at Doffy. “-Why not?”

The blonde man shrugged. “He’s got a lot of freedom. If he’d like, he could come and go wherever and whenever, and we couldn’t be able to so much as object. Wires to connect.” He paused for a moment, thoughtful. “Then again, trusting anybody at this moment might be the most foolish thing a man can do.”

Caesar startled. “Y-, yeah, of course! Shirororo, imagine believing anyone in this place could be trusted! Truly foolish, I say!”

“Indeed. Not even I am exempt from doubt, despite my own-,”

Psssh. Someone was using the Disinfection room.

Giving Doffy a little glance, Caesar turned around to see whoever would come out. Doffy, who had so far been at the little desk in the far end of the small Medbay, stood up and walked up to where Caesar stood. They waited a few moments, staring at the very same closed door.

Footsteps rapped against the tiled floor. And then, it opened.

White suit and white hair. “Disinfection working properly,” Smoker noted, stepping out of the tiled room. His eyes met those of his observers. “What are you two lookin’ at?”

“N-, nothing! Just… you didn’t happen to see someone else while coming here?” Caesar asked. Really, it was unimportant, but knowing where everybody was kind of calmed him down. It was Kizaru’s duty and all, but how could he possibly trust that slow man? In that sense, he trusted Smoker a bit more, but only a little bit.

Smoker’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t see anybody, no. I and Zoro are the only ones about at the moment.” He took a step closer to them. “Not that we’re the only suspicious ones around here.”

One could hear a pin drop.

“Hey.” Somehow, Doffy’s voice carried enough authoritative intent to keep Caesar from even attempting to utter a word. “Let’s not go about hurling allegations like sledgehammers in glass houses. Isn’t that right, Smoker?” He didn’t even hesitate to return Smoker’s glare.

Smoker glanced away. “Tch. Fine.” He stepped past them, through the Laboratory and towards the exit. There, he stopped, and looked back at them over his shoulder. “But don’t think you’re automatically absolved of all guilt because you stick together.”

With that said, he left, leaving the two arguably most intelligent men on the expedition alone. They turned to each other.

A brief bout of doubt flashed through their eyes as they regarded who might be their future killer.

Time passed oddly calmly. Not much actually happened. The first three deaths had been a blur, each dying right after the next, but now… Now, there was a moment of respite, where nobody died and nobody wondered if another might be plotting their demise. Caesar took this calm the same way a man might understand an aggressively silent woman, namely with great fear and panic.

Knowing who was alive and dead calmed him more than not. At this very moment, everyone but he and Doffy could be dead and stiff without them knowing, and there was no way for them to-,

Or… there was. In the Office. “Um, Doffy?”

“...Doffy?” the man questioned, obviously unprepared for any use of the nickname.

“Oh, uh, n-, no! Doflamingo! Doctor Doflamingo!” Caesar said, throwing his arms in erratic patterns to try to explain his point as plausible as possible. Doffy didn’t seem impressed. “I-, um. I’mverysorrypleasedon’teatmyface.”

“Fufufufufu… Fuuffuufufuu!” Doffy laughed, throwing back his head. “Amusing! Do go on, sheep’s head, do go on calling me that… that little nickname of yours. It is… quite imaginative.”

Caesar almost wanted to object. “Oh, okay, um. Doffy, could you come with me to the Office? I’d like to check the vitals of all members collected.”

Doffy stared at him blankly before breaking out into a smile. “-Why, how clever! It slipped my mind entirely!” He quickly hopped to his feet, striding towards the door leading outside with little fear. “To think I hadn’t even considered doing so…”

“H-, hold on!” Caesar put a hand on Doffy’s shoulder. “Let’s-, let’s go through the Specimen room! It’s safer that way, and Smoker did say he fixed it up. Might as well, no?”

Doffy regarded him for a moment before nodding. “Another clever insight. You’re just full of them, aren’t you?”

“Heh, well, I am quite intelligent~” Caesar happily boasted, scratching his neck while a goofy grin took hold of his face.

All the way through the padded hallways and tiled rooms, they met no one. Not a single soul lingered in those halls, and Caesar knew why. The one person who had business there, the only one interested in what was kept here, was Teach. It had been his duty to sort samples and whatnot, and lacking him, this entire room and the Disinfection needed to pass through it was the Notre Dame without the Hunchback.

The Office wasn’t quite so empty. Two pairs of eyes met them as they stepped into Administration. The green-haired man decided to speak first.

“We saw you coming,” Roronoa said, his only explanation being a pointed index at the green holographic in front of him.

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye on everyone,” Smoker added, arms spread wide as he leaned over the table showing where everyone was. Or, if Caesar remembered correctly, it didn’t actually show where they were per se, but only where there were people and how many there. As far as Caesar could see, There were four in Admin, two in O2 and one in Security. “What brings you here?”

Caesar easily stepped passed them, entirely uninterested in whatever they had to say. “None of your business, repairmen!”

Before Caesar had left entirely, he heard Doffy explain with glee how they were about to take a peek into the pulses of all members gathered. It didn’t make much sense to Caesar. Why the hell should they have to explain anything to lowly repairmen? Furthermore, even worse, how come their well-read voices had the same influence as-, as Usopp’s?? That boy couldn’t spot a danger if it so kissed him on the nose!

“Come on, Doffy, let’s go,” Caesar growled.

“Coming!” Doffy replied, giving an oddly-placed cackle as well.

The repairmen, still inside Admin, continued talking about something else entirely, namely about how they had to choose whether or not to assume Teach was truly the imposter, as either assumptions held different weight and implications going forwards. Although Caesar hardly thought it was their place to consider such topics, he let them be. They had important things to do, after all!

He and Doffy soon found themselves in the western part of the Office, where one could swipe their card or check vitals. They were there for the latter.

Nothing unusual. All pulses were regular, along with their numbers. three people were still dead, no more, no less.

...Though, having less people dead would be a bit more worrying than having more people dead.

“Oh, well. Nothing to see he-,”

Everything turned red as a horn blared, a number popping up in the corner of Caesar’s helmet counting down from one minute to… something.

His heart almost stopped. “Wh-, what the hell-,”

“It’s the Seismic Stabilizers!” Smoker called out with the kind of alarm only a person assured of their demise could possibly muster. “Run to the damn shuttle!!”

“I’m not taking any order from some-,”

Caesar could say no more before Doffy grabbed the collar of Caesar’s suit and dragged him outside, towards the Shuttle. D-, Doffy, what are you-”

“Don’t say one more fucking word,” Doffy ground out, putting a stop to any rebellious needs within Caesar. It didn’t take long to get to the Shuttle, but Doffy didn’t head there. He went for the side, towards the entrance of the Laboratory. He didn’t enter though, instead dragging Caesar over to the large structure keeping earthquakes from destroying the entire expedition. “Fuck, this was Teach’s profession.”

Thankfully, the task itself wasn’t too hard, simply press your hand against a screen, and wait for someone else to do the same thing on the other structure.

In the corner of his helmet, the number hit 30.

Red lights continued flashing, the siren continued blaring. 20 seconds.

“D-, Doffy, should I-,”

“No.”

15 seconds. The lights flashed. “Doffy, someone has to-,”

“Stay. Right. Here.”

10.

Sirens blaring.

5.

“Doffy!”

4.

“No.”

3.

“What the hell is-,”

2.

Doffy ground his teeth.

And…

And nothing.

A little blue light on the screen flashed, signifying that everything was alright.

They hadn’t died. They lived.

“Shi-, shirororororo…” Caesar laughed meekly, trying desperately not to think about the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.

“Well, back to work, Cae-,” and the next moment, Caesar threw his arms around Doffy.

“We-, we live! We survived, Doffy!”

Doffy stammered for a moment, too surprised to react. And then, a tender little smile found its way onto his face, unlike any smile he’d smiled until now, but a smile nonetheless. “Yeah, we did.”

“You two done fooling around?” Smoker asked, arms crossed.

“Geeeeee Smokeeer, no need to be so meeeaaaaan!” Kizaru commented, poking Smoker’s head, perhaps some form of odd punishment. It seemed surprisingly effective, considering the way a vein throbbed on Smoker’s forehead.

“Cut that out!” Smoker growled, slapping away the older man’s hand.

“Ooooohh~ scary~.” With his piece said and done, Kizaru floated off towards the West Wing, uninterested in whatever happened next.

Zoro seemed more interested. “The cowardly pair aren’t here?”

“Usopp and Buggy?” Doffy asked rhetorically. “No, not in the least. They should still be in O2.” Caesar nodded affirmingly, fully attesting to what Doffy said. Zoro was right in wondering where they might be. Even if Caesar hadn’t been dragged outside by Doffy, he would easily have gotten panicked enough by the blaring sirens to run outside anyways. “You don’t think…?”

Zoro stared at them, eyes sharp. “If someone did this to distract us, something might very well have happened to one of them.”

That was all the group needed.

All of them ran into Electrical, passing by the security office and continuing down into O2.

“M-, maybe we should’ve helped out?...”

“Hey, we’ve got things to do! And the sirens stopped, too, so they probably figured it out.”

“Yeah, I guess-, GARCK” Usopp flew from where he’d been standing, dropping to the ground as all four people ran inside O2, completely unannounced. Caesar panted, not used to this kind of exercise, even though they had only been running for, oh, a minute or so, tops. “S-, STOP DOING THAT, YOU’LL GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK!!”

At least both Buggy and Usopp were alright. Caesar breathed a sigh of relief.

“Everything alright? You seem… frayed. Like, in the nerves,” Buggy said, cocking an eyebrow.

Caesar frowned angrily. “No, we’re not okay! Why the hell didn’t you-,”

The lights went out.

Darkness fell upon the room like a descending bird of prey, placing all six crewmates in a cocoon of nothingness. A few panicked gasps rang out along with a whimper whose owner could only be Usopp. It was so black, so dark. Caesar could see nothing, not even an inch in front of him. Everything was simply black.

Black, and dark, and gone. The air felt full. Full of breaths and voices and panic. Tangible, suffocating panic. His breathing quickened. He could feel it. How his diaphragm moved and spasmed. Uncertain, unclear. There were so many people in that room. And yet, Caesar felt alone. Alone and vulnerable.

He gasped, stumbled back, and hit someone. Someone behind him. They grabbed a hold of his shoulder. Was it to keep him steady? Make sure he didn’t fall over? Or-?...

A row of sharp hungry teeth sank into his neck, twisting through the thick rubbery fabric, piercing the skin and rending the flesh and cracking and crunching and pulverizing bone, his windpipe wasn’t even crushed, simply severed, alongside the rest of his neck, but not all of it, no, a single part of it, a sliver, kept his head attacked, his dead, uncertain and blind head.

He gave a blood-filled sputter and collapsed to the floor.

His killer shuffled away from his lifeless, empty, gazing body.

#smoker #one piece #fanfic #among us #usopp #kizaru #caesar clown #buggy the clown #doflamingo #marshall d teach #zoro #shanks #marco the phoenix

[visualfallacy]

Go the Fuck to Sleep

For a while, when it was just the two of them, that was that. And then came Nami and Usopp and Sanji, and everyone else after that, and Luffy had clearly started something, because somehow one of the things that Zoro always learned about his new crewmates was when they slept, and when they didn’t.

Companion (sort of) to my fic Sleep is a Beast, Polar and Bear.

Usopp’s first night on the Going Merry involved very little sleep at all, since both Luffy and Usopp were way too excited, but in the following days Zoro learned that Usopp was a very restless sleeper.

Given Usopp’s story-telling and his general outlook on life, Zoro was thoroughly unsurprised to learn that their new sniper had fairly frequent bad dreams, during which he, also unsurprisingly, yelled and thrashed. When Zoro laid a hand on his shoulder to wake him up, Usopp would then jerk awake, wide-eyed and frantic. But he also calmed down fairly quickly, the solid unjudging presence of Zoro and the quiet creak of the ship restoring normality to Usopp’s world – as much as there ever was.

He also talked. A lot. Because of this Zoro knew that mostly, Usopp’s nightmares had to do with giant flesh-eating plants, or poisonous glass spiders, or enormous sniper-crushing babies. Some of these terrors fuelled the stories Usopp told to Luffy, and later on Chopper, suitably embellished with Usopp’s own bravery. The bad dreams ramped up after any particularly nasty fight, but would always settle down afterward, and Usopp seemed to regard them as fair trade for a healthy, active imagination. Zoro learned that once Usopp had given the dreams voice, and set them apart from his own personal terrors, they held no power over him.

So when Usopp babbled, Zoro listened.

---

Sanji – the asshole – kicked. On the cook’s first night on the Going Merry he had thrashed so much during a bad dream that he’d fallen out of his hammock. While this was admittedly amusing to Zoro, it was hilarious to Luffy and Usopp, who had howled with laughter and Sanji had then made everyone, including Zoro, suffer as a result.

Unfortunately any attempt on Zoro’s part to calm the cook during his bad dreams had resulted in countless bruises on Zoro’s thighs and arms from Sanji’s restless – and stupidly fucking powerful – legs.

Now, though, Zoro knew to leave those sorts of dreams well enough alone. When Sanji had room to fight, Zoro knew he was gonna be fine. All Zoro would need to do was deliver a sharp poke to Sanji’s back through the mesh of the hammock or, later on, thump the underside of Sanji’s bunk hard enough to rattle the frame. Sanji would wake with a start, deliver a glare with half-lidded eyes, or sleepily curse Zoro, and then he would roll over, and go back to sleep. Problem solved.

It was the other sort of dream that Zoro had to watch out for – when Sanji was curled into the foetal position so tightly that in the morning watching him unfurl was painful, for all the stiff muscles and cracking joints. Zoro never asked what caused those dreams – like hell Sanji would ever share something like that with him – but he knew they were far worse than the others, if only because they made Sanji’s spirit go sad and small, and then Zoro would be reaching for his swords before he realised what he was doing.

The first time one of those dreams happened, it interrupted Zoro on the way back from appropriating a midnight snack from the larder. Zoro looked down at Sanji’s tense and unhappy form with a frown. Then, following some half-formed thought, waved his half-eaten sandwich under the cook’s nose. Sanji, ever so slightly, uncurled.

Which led to Zoro sitting at the galley table, surrounded by small piles of herbs, squares of muslin nicked from Chopper’s bandage stores, and pieces of string. As Zoro clumsily tied the small bundles of herbs closed, struggling to knot the piece of string with large fingers, a distant part of him pointed out that he was a grown man, and this was a fucking ridiculous activity.

Zoro ignored the voice and resorted to using his teeth to tighten the knot. He wondered how long it’d take the herbs to loose their scent, and whether Sanji would notice the infrequent pilfering of his rosemary. Or if Sanji would notice the bundles tied discreetly above his hammock, wedged in the nearby wall, and buried in his pillow.

Whatever. Sanji slept better from then on, and Zoro would deny any involvement to his dying breath.

--

Nami had this stubborn thing about what she called a ‘proper sleep schedule’. Zoro supposed it was some sort of hopeless attempt to introduce a sense of grounding into the pretty shitty life she had led under Arlong. In practice, what it meant was that when Nami had nightmares she didn’t just give up and stay awake like a normal person (Zoro), but tried to get back to sleep. Which would get her stuck in a loop of nightmares that, for the continuous waking up and low-level dozing, had her trapped in a hellish half-lucid world that was dark and unforgiving.

It felt shitty to Zoro – as he stood outside Nami’s door, a couple of nights after she joined the crew proper – and he could only imagine what it must be like to live it. Unfortunately, Zoro couldn’t just walk in there. Nami had very strict rules about privacy which, while mostly for Sanji’s benefit, apparently still applied to the rest of the male crew – and Zoro was not going to betray Nami’s fragile trust like that.

All Zoro could do was try and interrupt the cycle by making enough noise outside Nami’s door to wake her up enough that the next time Nami fell asleep it was, hopefully, dreamless.

Not too much noise – because then she’d yell at him (though that worked too) – but weight training on the directly adjacent deck worked; as did jumping jacks (which Zoro, personally, loathed, but – sacrifices); bouncing Usopp’s hideously annoying rubber balls against the wall (which during the day Zoro would have personally fed to the sniper through sheer irritation); and a variety of other odd pursuits that, if Nami were thinking clearly, she would have perhaps stopped to question.

Anyway, they seemed to provide enough proof of an outside world that Nami could shake off whatever it was that was giving her night terrors – probably Arlong, that asshole, and Zoro was deeply thankful Luffy had punched the damn fish into oblivion – and get some actual rest.

---

Chopper was scared of monsters – not the normal ones in the closet or under his bed, but the ones he sometimes turned himself into. When the monsters rose up in Chopper’s sleep, Zoro could feel them too, looming in the back of consciousness and namelessly threatening Zoro and the people Zoro loved, his new nakama and Doctrine and Hilulik-

Which is how Zoro knew Chopper was slipping into a nightmare; other people’s ghosts had always had a way of sticking to Zoro. Yet another reason to chase away his friend’s nightmares.

The nightmares left the littlest doctor trembling violently in his smallest form, trying desperately to be brave but clearly terrified by the residual terrors his mind had conjured up. Zoro honestly found this situation pretty easy to fix, because all it involved was – and there was no other word for this – cuddling.

It’s fine, Zoro told himself determinately, Totally Manly, because his crewmate needed him and he could meditate just fine with a ball of fur in his lap as without.

---

Robin, who was perhaps the only member of the crew who had as many sleepless nights as Zoro, seemed to have perfected the cat nap. Zoro wasn’t entirely sure what it was in her past that gave her such bad insomnia, and seeing as it made her damn near suicidal Zoro was just gonna go ahead and adopt Luffy’s standard Don’t Ask Don’t Tell position when it came to his crewmate’s past. So Robin grabbed sleep at random times, an hour here and there when nothing much was happening and was unlikely to happen. Zoro got the feeling that the habit had been developed over years of practice, and it was not going to change soon. Sometimes Robin napped at night, but she never slept for more than a few hours at a stretch.

Once though, she did, accidentally.

One night, not too long after Water 7, Zoro was halfway through a set that even he was starting to get bored with, when something caused him to jerk with sudden alarm towards the door of the crow’s nest. There stood Robin, pale and somehow… less, than usual. Zoro had seen her enter the women’s quarters at the same time as the rest of the crew went to bed, to catch a few hours sleep like she usually did before she woke and spent the rest of the night reading. Zoro rapidly surmised that Robin must not have woken up after two or three hours like usual, but had slept for – Zoro squinted at the position of the moon, visible out the windows – maybe five hours.

And fucked if Zoro knew what to do with this one, having little experience with Robin specifically and women in general. But all Robin did was walk – stiffly, like a puppet – to one of the benches against the wall and sit down. Her face was shadowed, but she waved one arm vaguely at Zoro. Zoro took this as an indication he should resume his set, which he did out of a lack of anything better to do. After a while, the tight, awful feeling that wound around Robin like a coiled spring eased, and the tense lines of her body softened slightly. The simplicity and rhythm of Zoro’s training routine had seemed to help, somehow.

After that, Zoro had clocked Robin’s naps, and anytime one stretched to anything more than three hours he made sure to do something loud in her vicinity. It probably wasn’t necessary, but it made him feel better.

---

Franky built the Sunny with enough bunks for all of them, but he himself was easily twice the size of any of them. Zoro wondered about this, until the night he took a wrong turn. The Merry’s replacement was much larger and unexpectedly unfamiliar, and Zoro was looking for the cellar for a night-cap when he found the engine room instead. The engine room, and Franky, who was dead asleep and snoring, partly curled around something that to Zoro's untrained eyes might have be a boiler. Subsequent, less accidental, excursions to the engine room in the quiet hours of the night satisfied Zoro that Franky was generally a heavy and undisturbed sleeper.

Until, that is, one of those rare nights spent ashore. The small town welcomed any ship that looked like it might perk up their island’s economy, including pirate ships. The Straw Hats spent a fun day causing minor havoc – well, Luffy did – and then found themselves passable accommodation to spend the night. Franky tried to slip off back to the Sunny, but Nami pinned him with a glare and said that if she was forking out for the luxury, then everyone was going to damn well enjoy it. Franky’s shoulders tensed, but he laughed like it was no big deal.

Zoro frowned. He didn’t buy it.

And so at least one of them was entirely unsurprised when Zoro and Franky plowed into each other at two a.m. in a darkened hallway.

It was of course Zoro who was left rubbing the sore spot on his head (because Franky was made of metal), but he wasn’t surprised.

“Zoro!” Franky said sheepishly. “Don’t suppose you know where the can is in this place?”

Zoro shrugged, his nose and left eyebrow still smarting. “Outside, in the back alley.”

“Cool, thanks bro.” Franky started to head off. “Goodnight!”

Uh huh. Zoro waited a few minutes, and then followed Franky downstairs into the deserted dining area.

He joined Franky at a small table. The cyborg dwarfed the furniture in the room; he looked like an adult sitting at the kid’s table.

Franky didn’t look surprised to see Zoro joining him. He reached down and popped open his chest – revealing that most of the storage space was used for cola – and pulled out a pack of cards.

“Poker, blackjack?” Franky offered.

Zoro wouldn’t have had the first fucking idea. “How about Go Fish?”

Franky laughed at that and dealt out the cards.

They were several rounds in when Franky rolled his shoulders with a noise like sliding metal. Zoro waited.

“Can’t usually sleep off-ship,” Franky said, eyes on his cards.

Doesn’t want to, Zoro mentally translated. But he merely said, “Any sevens?”

“Go fish,” Franky said. “It’s weird, you know? Like I lie down and all of a sudden everything’s itchin’ and achin’, phantom limbs and organ rejection and shit. Any Jacks?”

“Go fish,” Zoro said, also keeping his eyes on the cards. “It doesn’t happen during the day?”

“Nah,” Franky said, drawing a card from the stack, and matching four cards out from his hand. “Doesn’t happen on-board my girl, either."

Zoro made a thoughtful noise. "Kings?” Franky handed over two cards.

They played a few more rounds without further conversation.

“Sunny,” Franky murmured, as the stack got lower, “Sunny, she keeps me human.”

And afterwards, on those away-nights – ashore, away from Sunny – Zoro and Franky whiled away the evenings with conversation, cards, and cola.

--

When Brook joined the crew, Zoro fully expected to add another regular stop to his nightly nightmare-be-gone patrol, because boy was that some tragic backstory. But after several hours of skeleton jokes, Zoro started to wonder. He found a time to corner Brook and straight up ask him.

“Do you even need to sleep?”

Brook somehow managed to look sheepish, despite his complete lack of facial muscles. “Well, yes and no, Mr Swordsman.”

Zoro scowled at him, because his question was a little more meaningful than ‘can you poop?’ and sleep was an issue near and dear to his heart.

Brook hastened to explain. “I do not need to sleep, but sometimes I find it highly beneficial to do so.”

“You mean, to give your consciousness a break?” Zoro asked uncertainly, not entirely sure he wanted to follow that particular train of thought down its tunnel.

“Yes, exactly!” Brook beamed toothily at him. “Yohohoho,” he added, encouragingly.

Zoro still wasn’t happy despite Brook’s ineffable and slightly manic optimism, because Zoro had just added ‘ghost ship’ together with ‘permanently conscious’ and come up with ‘Not Good’. He resolved to keep an eye on Brook in any case.

It turned out that Brook didn’t sleep so much as switch off. Quite frankly it had creeped Zoro out, the first time he’d checked on the musician, because when he was unconscious Brook looked like, well, a skeleton. And nothing more – like Zoro could just pick up one of Brook’s bones and he would fall apart or crumble to dust. On the upside, it also seemed to be that when Brook’s consciousness took a hike, his subconsciousness went with it, which meant no nightmares as far as Zoro could tell. Zoro wondered how long it had taken Brook to learn that trick, on a ship full of dead nakama, and suspected that as much as Brook’s ‘sleep’ was restful now, it hadn’t been for a long, long time.

---

Sometime in the gap between Thriller Bark and Sabaody Zoro wonders how many more people Luffy’s going to adopt into his crew. He hopes it’s less than five – there are only so many hours in a night.

---

There's kind of a part 2 on AO3

#opfanfic #headcanon fic #zoro & the rest of the crew #my fic

[neverwatchedonepiece]

643-644: "Shaking Heaven and Earth! Admiral Fujitora's Power!" and "A Blow of Anger! A Giant vs Lucy!"

Brutal.... :(

Were I to sum up 643 and 644, it would be: unexpected feels and reveals.

The feels came from poor Brutal. It was all going so well! Luffy found a new pal and then, BAM.

The reveals? Well, we have the “return” of Norland from Skypeia, for one thing. Flower Field also seems to be the location for the next Big Showdown. 

The Donquixote Family have also made some moves. Diamante has put Bellamy in an uncomfortable position and an... artistic new character has been introduced. As for Doflamingo himself, he revealed a past working relationship with Trafalgar Law (I knew it! I knew there was something there!)

Oh, and we have yet another ridiculously powerful Admiral. :D

Fujitora is My New Favourite Admiral

This entire scene escalated quickly. It went from Dodgy Dealings to Dragon Ball in the blink of an eye. Not exactly an exemplary lesson in conflict resolution, but I am not complaining. 

Because it was awesome.

Law was understandably pissed off at being duped by Doflamingo. It wasn’t really Law’s fault. He’d planned the best he could with the information he had to hand. Unfortunately, it was just as Vergo had foretold: not knowing about Doflamingo’s past would be Law’s undoing.

Law refused to hand over Caesar. Doflamigo had reneged on his side of the bargain. “The deal’s off!”

Then Doflamingo said something interesting. “Is that how you talk to your boss after ten years of silence?”

Boss? Really?

I freaking knew it. I knew there was something between Doflamingo, Law and Vergo. It was the way Vergo spoke to Law back in Punk Hazard, calling him a brat, acting as if he knew everything about Law, about how he had improved but not enough. Doflamingo treats him in a similar way. Law is from North Blue, a territory in the New World. Dressrosa is in the New World. Was Law born in a territory claimed by Doflamingo?

I wonder what caused Law to go radio silence and desert Doflamingo? It must have been something horrendous. Maybe Law knows Doflamingo a bit better than he lets on.

Whatever the case, Doflamingo was adamant in retrieving Caesar. (Caesar’s starry-eyed moment was hilarious. I’d say he’s totally in love with Doflamingo, but the only thing I’d ship Caesar with is research funding).

There was a quick, “Yeah, I’ve heard all about you” exposition moment. Just to bring any viewers up to speed on Fujitora in case they missed that awesome episode when he sent an unfortunate bunch of fodders to a hole in the ground hell. “You were appointed as  Marine Admiral through the World Military Draft,” Doflamingo said. “I’ve heard a lot about you. They say you’re a monster who wields unquestionable power as well as Ryokugyu.”

First thing: World Military Draft? That’s a new one to me. Was Fujitora plucked from obscurity to become an Admiral through a military draft? Or was he retired in some capacity and they brought him back? Whatever Fujitora’s deal is, I’d be interested in finding out.

Second thing: what the hell is a Ryokugu?

Caesar’s presence at the Green Bit beach was of great interest to Fujitora and his Marines. Fujitora knew who Caesar was, which implies he has been briefed on all the Big Criminals or he does have prior experience working with the Marines. He is also familiar The Way Things Are, as he admitted they couldn’t arrest Caesar if he was working for Doflamingo (the perks of being a Shichibukai). He knows Doflamingo is a nasty bit of work but, as Doflamingo said, he has to be able to prove it. (I wonder if Fujitora is trying to do just that?)

Interestingly, it seemed like Fujitora also tried to throw Law a similar lifeline. Law is still officially a Shichibukai. His movements are crucial to the success of the Marine’s mission. If the Strawhats were working under Law, Fujitora was prepared to ignore the alliance. However, were it an alliance of equals, it would go against the Marines’ interests and Fujitora would be forced to arrest Law.

Law made some quick calculations. His original plan had failed. Even if he selected Fujitora’s Option #1, he would have to take the matter to Dressrosa and that would only make matters worse.

He chose Option #2 and fessed up to the alliance with the Strawhats.

“Welp, guess I’ll have to arrest you!” Fujitora said.

And a beautiful, big kaboom moment happened. Not only can Fujitora fire folk into holes in the ground, he can also crush them from above. A mighty meteorite came screaming down onto Green Bit. Caesar and the Fodders scarpered. Even Doflamingo was like, “FFS, is that not excessive?”

When the smoke cleared, only the three main fighters stood on conveniently preserved pillars of ground (hilarious, classic shounen trope. Love it).

Doflamingo was not pleased. “How did the Fleet Admiral train you, you damned stray dog!”

Fujitora remained supremely unfazed. “Thank you. I just wanted to test your skills. Now I’m going to arrest you, Is that okay, Law-san?” 

He’s such a polite guy. I like him.

But there’s just one thing. Doflamingo wants Law too. I don’t think he’ll let Fujitora get his hands on Law. If that happens, Law might spill the beans (I doubt he would but it’s possible). Then all Doflamingo’s secrets will be out.

The plot chickenz.

Flower Field Rendezvous Crew

Well, I think I know where the Strawhats will reconvene once all the subplots have run their course.

Flower Field is the place to be, folks!

I’m kind of relieved Sanji is back on track again. Once he realised Law was in trouble, he called Franky to update him. I love how Franky was like, “Yo, Sanji. What’s up?” and Sanji was like, “Well, I’m in love,” and Franky just said, “That’s nice. Btw, I think I can find the factory but we can’t just destroy it and get away. It’s a much bigger task than we thought! Oh yeah, and I read the newspaper. Doflamingo sure fooled us!”

Even Franky was trying to steer Sanji back to the plot, lmao.

Then Franky mentioned he was heading to Flower Field with Sol and that Sanji should meet him there to catch up.

Sanji finally caught up with Plot and mentioned the ominous fact that he couldn’t reach Nami or any of the others on Sunny. Franky replied, “You still think she’s weak? Anyway, Brook and Monster Chopper are with her. She’ll be fine!”

I kind of think Sanji had a point here. It’s not about thinking Nami’s weak. It’s the fact she’s not answering the DDM. If I were Franky, I’d be like, “Yeah, something’s not right. Let me try and see if I can get her to answer.”

Violet then exited the plot stage left. Before she ran off, she handed Sanji a very useful piece of intel: a map to the Smile Factory (it’s disguised as a Toy House). Sanji told her to take care of herself and also where the Strawhats’ final rendezvous point is (Western Harbour). I’m still a teeny bit suspicious of her because there is still time for her to be caught by Doflamingo and sell out the Strawhats.

Then Foxfire interrupted (lmao) and announced Sanji had to accompany him to a place called Toy House right away. Turns out that’s where Kanjuuro is also being held.

Am I right to be suspicious about how easily this is all working out for the Strawhats at the moment? I feel like Doflamingo knows what they’re up to and is leading them into a trap.

Norland’s Back!

Oh, how I missed your resplendent, chestnut barnet! That’s two sneaky Skypiea callbacks now (more on that later).

And why has Norland cropped up again?

Turns out he visited the Tontatta Kingdom four-hundred years ago, as a botanist. A crew of Evil Big Humans were destroying the Tontatta Kingdom and Norland, being an Absolute Lad, fought alongside them and helped them defeat the evil Big Humans. 

Usopp, being a smart guy, noticed the statue of Norland and totally took advantage. He had a chestnut-shaped helmet on and claimed to be Usoland, a descendant of Norland himself. The Tontatta people totally believed him and now they’re waiting on him hand and foot.

Robin was like, “Usopp, you are a terrible person,” and Usopp shot back with, “Well, it saved you too!” Fair point, Usopp!

It sort of backfired on him, though, because the chief arrived and announced Usopp’s presence on this most auspicious day must be fate. Why was that? Well, today was the day the Tontatta people vowed to fight the Donquixote Family! At Dressrosa, they will fight. The commander and fellow soldiers of the King Riku Army are expecting them at Flower Field. They begged Usopp to stand at the forefront of the charge and lead them. With Usoland, the Tontatta would be unbreakable!

I wish I could have seen Robin’s face at that moment.

But Flower Field, eh? I wonder if Sol the Toy and the Resistance movement have been working with the Tontatta People to muster up this rebellion? Signs point to yes, since Wicka was super keen for Zoro to take her to Flower Field.

At any rate, that’s Franky, Zoro, Usopp and Robin all headed for Flower Field. I bet they end up caught in the crossfire. So much for remaining undercover, eh?

Not the Worst Installation I’ve Ever Seen

So... Giolla’s a bit of a character, isn’t she?

It’s like meeting Miss Goldenweek’s eccentric art teacher.

To be honest, I think Nami, Brook and Chopper got the raw end of the deal being left behind on Sunny. They’re the first ones to face off against a Donquixote Family member. And one with a pretty bizarre but cool power too.

Giolla’s introduction was pretty cool. Screechy violin harmonics hinted something sinister was afoot. Nami, Brook, Chopper and Momo peered into the dorm and were like, “wtf is this lsd nonsense?”

Then came footsteps; shoes oddly similar to the ones Doflamingo wears (there must be a Donquixote Family dresscode). A cloud of colourful smoke turned the place into coloring book land.

The Strawhats reeled back, horrified. Chopper wondered if it was the work of a Devil Fruit user.

“Bad Taste Fruit?” Brook suggested. (Lmao, Brook!)

The door creaked open and Giolla appeared in all her art-teacher glory.

Nami was like, “Who the hell are you and what have you done to Sunny?”

Giolla shrieked at her to shut up. The goons she brought with her answered Nami’s question. “This is Giolla-sama of the Donquixote Family!”

Uh oh, I thought. This could be a problem.

“I don’t like people with no artistic taste!” Giolla declared. “My soul is swinging. I see an image. My mind is about to erupt! It’s going to explode! An image of liberty and beauty.”

Then she transformed Nami, Brook, Chopper and Momo into 2D versions of themselves. Nami demanded Giolla turn them back, but, interestingly, Giolla countered she would only do that if they handed over Momonosuke without a fight. What is that all about? Hmm... I’m starting to think there is something going on with Momonosuke. Why would Doflamingo want Momo? I guess he was caught up in all the Punk Hazard stuff. Maybe it’s a “no witnesses” situation. Or maybe Momo ate a really good fruit meant for Kaidou and Doflamingo wants to sell Momo to Kaidou to make up for the cool Dragon fruit disappearing?

Whatever the real reason, the Strawhats obviously refused. Negotiations broke down. Giolla attacked again. The Strawhats hatched a plan to lure her away from Sunny but for all Giolla acts like an eccentric art teacher, she is no fool when it comes to battle.

Poor Sunny looks pretty... different at the moment. 

Nami, Brook, Chopper and Momo are also surrounded by Giolla and her goons. Have no idea how they’ll escape but I love how Brook is most concerned about how mad Franky will be when he gets back.

Press F to Pay Your Respects for Brutal

F

Oh, the unexpected feels.

It was all going so well in the Colosseum. Luffy made friends with Brutal Bull when it challenged him in the ring. They had fun for a bit but once Luffy decided it was haki time, the fight was over. To my ABSOLUTE DELIGHT, Luffy did not punch out Brutal or finish him off.

No.

They teamed up! Luffy made a new bull friend! It was so adorable watching them mercilessly mow down the other fodders. They were having such a great time.

Until Hajrudin, the Giant Fun Sponge from Elbaf totally ruined it all.

Brutal accidentally got his horns stuck in Hajrudin’s boot. Hajrudin’s big hammer came down. I gasped. No! Luffy was fine but Brutal had been crushed.

“His little bull back legs. He needs them!” I wailed.

Luffy knelt down beside Brutal and touched him gently on the shoulder. Without saying a word, I knew revenge was imminent and inevitable.You know when Luffy’s eyes shift from one to two circles that shit is about to go down.

Cape blowing in the wind, he stood up, sized up Hajrudin, and executed a haki-filled beatdown worthy of Brutal’s name.

I can’t help but wonder if this scene with Brutal was a sneaky anti-bloodsports commentary from Oda? Maybe if you squint? I mean, instead of torturing an innocent bull for fun, what Luffy did was be friends with the bull; fight *with* the bull. The one who did harm the bull received a Gear 2nd Armored Haki punch right to the face.

I kind of hope Brutal is okay. I have visions of him recovering from his injuries and spending his days trampling people in Flower Field for years to come.

Things aren’t looking quite as simple for Luffy, though.

It seems everyone on Dressrosa is trying to kill him! Diamante slipped Bellamy a note in the Donquixote Family private backstage room. Said note contained orders from Doflamingo: Bellamy is to assassinate Luffy. One last chance at promotion. Obviously, Bellamy is now conflicted about this, as Luffy cheered him on in the ring and inspired him to travel to Skypiea. (I’m leaning towards Bellamy attempting, then regretting and betraying Doflamingo.)

Cavendish Banana is also on the warpath (him fending off Bartolomeo’s food-thieving hands with a fork was hilarious. “MINE. MY FOOD. NO.”) Obviously, Cavendish’s reason for wanting to kill Luffy is profoundly shallow. “Luffy stole muh limelight, wah!”

Bartolomeo said, “Well, my connection with Strawhat Luffy is much deeper.”

I gasped. 

Yes, I thought. This is the moment. 

What is the history here? Because I have watched this show since episode one. I have a goldfish memory but I’d like to think Bartolomeo would have stood out.

But do you know what?

BARTOLOMEO LEFT IT THERE. WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD.

BLUE-BALLED.

FREAKING CLIFFHANGER.

Shaking my head, man. Bartolomeo, you are so rude. Such a meta character.

And by the way, there is also something up with Ricky and Rebecca. Don’t think I missed that little scene. I bet it’s something to do with Kyros. That whole thing about everyone forgetting why the statue is there is so suspicious.

#one piece #neverwatchedonepiece #nwop #never watched one piece #donquixote doflamingo #trafalgar law #admiral fujitora #sanji #franky #violet #roronoa zoro #nico robin #usopp #monkey d. luffy #brutal bull #giolla #nami #brook #tony tony chopper #momonosuke #foxfire kinemon #hajrudin #cavendish #bartolomeo #bellamy the hyena #ricky #rebecca #sol the toy #caesar clown

[foxboymyles]

Pardon My Imprudence [Chp 3]

Note: This chapter is quite long. Hope you guys don’t mind! ^_^

The next day, Luffy hurried downstairs and ate his breakfast 2 times faster than usual.

Shanks looked at him in shock and slowly passed him a bottle of water. He thumbed at Luffy to Sabo.

“Is he ok?”

Ace interrupted before Sabo could speak. “He’s just going freaky over this new boyfriend he’s got.” Sabo went silent and nodded.

“Oh, gosh. That’s what’s been going on?” Shanks said, drinking his coffee. “Well, I’m not gonna stand around and let you do your own thing this time, Luff. I need to make sure this guy is good.”

Luffy nodded.”Yeah, I’ll invite him for dinner today!” Luffy was gonna run out the door when Shanks tossed him another bottle of water.

“What’s his name, by the way?”

“Roronoa Zoro!” Luffy said, rushing out the door.

Shanks paused for a second.”Eh?!? He’s Mihawk’s son! Wait, Luffy!”

…

Luffy spotted Zoro, after dashing through the gates where they meet. He hugged Zoro tightly and gave him another bottle of water.

“Here!”

“Oh, that’s fine. My sister started getting her own water.” Zoro said, in a warm voice.

Luffy’s interpretation of Zoro’s voice was always warm and mellow ever since that last night when he called him. It was then when Zoro moved closer to Luffy’s lips. He lifted Luffy’s chin with his hand and turning his head slightly. Luffy dropped his water and closed his eyes. Their lips met, slowly but surely, feeling like a mixture of soft skin and warm breath. Luffy’s reflex was to relax his body weight on Zoro, feeling secure to put his arms around Zoro’s neck. Their lips parted, but Luffy’s chest was still against Zoro’s. His cheeks were flushed, as he met lips with Zoro again. If he was just a little more out of space, he wouldn’t have heard Usopp calling out his name.

“Luffy! What the heck are ya doing?” Usopp said, a little surprised.

Nami was behind him, grinning and giggling at the scene.

Luffy chuckled and put his head against Zoro’s chest.

“Hi guys!”

“I knew he was gay! You owe me 20 dollars!” Nami said, putting out her hand to Usopp.

Usopp backed away.”What?!? I don’t remember making any bets!”

The bell rang, and all of them made their way to the stairs. Usopp got a dollar from his pocket.

“This is all I have right now. Heracle is giving me my allowance tomorrow.” Usopp said.

“How much you getting?” Nami said, grabbing the dollar.

“Uh, 15,” Usopp said shortly.

Nami smirked.”Great! I’ll get 50% of that! Which is 7 dollars and 50 cents.”

“I guess that’s ok,” Usopp said, out of relief.

“So I have to give you that amount for a few weeks?” He continued.

“Yup! Until I get my 20 dollars!” Nami said cheerfully.

She then grabbed his hand and ran off to their class.

Zoro put his arm around Luffy’s shoulder and got to his classroom. He said a short goodbye and maybe an ‘I love you’ from what Luffy’s ears could tell. He kissed Luffy’s forehead and went to his English class. As for Luffy, he had Math. Once he got to his seat, his friend Vivi greeted him. He told her the news about him and Zoro, and she gleamed. She explained that she’d known Zoro and that he seemed really lonely as a person, and that he had a good heart. Luffy smiled at her comments and said that he’d promise he’d take good care of Zoro. The teacher, Silvers Rayleigh came in. He had a silver-colored beard and long, slightly wavy hair. He always had a button up shirt on and dark pants.

“Alright class, get to page 398 in your textbook. You’ll be doing warm-ups from what we did yesterday.” Rayleigh said, pointing to the board which read the instructions.

Chopper was the student helper. He had taken this math class before for 2 months until he was moved to more advanced classes. Now it’s an extra class that he volunteers to be in. Chopper smiled and wrote the numbers of the problems on the board. Luffy was opening up his book until he felt something hit his back gently. He turned around and saw, of course, Eustass Kid.

“Hey, Straw-dork. How’s it going?” He said, a little vicious but friendly enough.

Luffy nodded.”It’s going good. How’s Law doing?

“He’s doin’ great. Still working on motorcycles, things like that. I heard you knocked Bellamy in the head good. Deserves it, that shit head.”

Luffy didn’t respond, but the girl in the back did.

“He was getting in the way anyways,” Rebecca said, ironically in a soft, polite voice.

She has shiny light pink hair that looked like sweet cotton candy. Her eyes were chocolate brown, and her skin was warm. It smelt of fresh flowers when you turned her way.

Kid raised his eyebrows and smiled.”Oh? Didn’t know a pretty lady like you was here. You’re awfully quiet.”

“Yeah, sure. I was hearing something off the announcements, though. Would you like to hear?” Rebecca asked.

“Go ahead.”

“Apparently our principal Marshall D. Teach is getting replaced,” Rebecca said in a lower tone.

Luffy and Vivi were listening and smile slightly. Kid nodded his head in approval. No one liked their Principal, Mr.Teach. He made it to where they were free, but a little too free. There’s been many fights and Luffy’s seen their friend Sanji smoke inside the school freely without getting caught. Luffy liked the idea, but he knew it’d cause disorder in the school, and that it upsets many people.

“The bad news is Sir Crocodile is running to be principal,” Rebecca said, unsettled.

Vivi bit her lip nervously.”I know him. He was the principal of my middle school. He ended up causing a lot of misery for some students and framed them for doing things they didn’t do. But the school never found out. They never believed anything anyone said against him.”

Luffy’s eyes slightly widened. “Really?” Kid and Rebecca listened and she continued. 

“Yeah. He was gonna go after me because I was generous with money at the time. Fortunately, he went to another school to teach.”

Rebecca gulped.”That’s really bad news-”

Rayleigh cleared his throat and looked at the 4 that were murmuring.

“Is there anything you want to share with the class?”

Luffy raised his hand, as Rayleigh sighed and accepted his comment.

“This guy is gonna try to be principal here and he’s really mean. He tricks students and gets them into trouble and steals their parents’ money. The school board hasn’t found out and they won’t believe kids when they say he’s bad.” Luffy grinned as Vivi slapped him against the head.

“You weren’t supposed to say that!” Vivi exclaimed.

The rest of the class mumbled to each other as Rayleigh quieted them down.

“I assure you, Luffy, that this school will never let in people such as him. Now, class. May we continue?” The rest of the class agreed.

…

It was lunch period. Zoro had just gotten out of PE and Luffy was out of History with his favorite teacher, Ms.Nico. She had taught him a few life lessons and was generally very calm. Ms.Nico was easy to follow and you could learn so much without hassle.

Luffy spotted Zoro and held his hand. “Hey, Zoro!”

“Hi, Luff.” He replied back.

“I heard some news about a guy trying to be the new principal. Apparently, he's a real bad guy.” Luffy explained.

“Of course. The school board is stupid with things like that.” Zoro said, putting his other hand in his pocket.

“Oh, by the way. My dad wants you to hang out with us for dinner tonight.” Luffy said, smiling.

Zoro nodded. “I can do that.”

“How’s your sister?”

“Bratty, like always. She’s tolerable sometimes. Don’t invite her.” Zoro warned.

Luffy laughed and accepted Zoro’s request. Kid signaled for Luffy to sit at his table. Luffy sat and Zoro told him he’d get both of their lunches. Sanji sat at the table subtly, looking through his phone.

“What’s moss head doing?” Sanji asked dryly.

“He’s just getting lunch.”

“Why’re you still here, then?” Sanji said, unwrapping a gum wrapper.

“He’s getting my lunch for me,” Luffy replied.

Sanji started to chuckle at the thought.

“So he’s seeing you?” Sanji asked.

Kid didn’t want to tune in to the conversation and took out his phone.

“Mhm,” Luffy said.

Zoro came back with Luffy’s tray and set it by him. He put his tray down and began eating after Luffy said a short thanks.

“How was confessing to him like? Did you pussy out on the first try?” Sanji asked with a ridiculous smile on his face.

Zoro glared. “I was cut off by his brother the first time. The second time Ace called me himself and I could only explain it as a rant directed at me.”

Sanji laughed hysterically. “It doesn’t matter what circumstances, you always get bad luck somehow! What a dumbass!”

Zoro pulled him by his shirt. “You wanna say that again?”

“Dumbass,” Sanji repeated in a drawl.

Kid groaned. “Will you ladies shut up? I’m watching a porno here.”

Usopp and Nami came over and sat down.

“What’re you guys going on about now?” Nami asked.

“Moss boy here is getting offended,” Sanji said, smirking.

“Fuck off.” Zoro mumbled, grabbing one of Luffy’s chicken tenders, then heard him yell ���hey!’

Luffy turned Zoro around and growled. “Give it back!”

Zoro smiled and mumbled with his mouth full. “Make me.”

“I know where this is going, so here. Spare my life.” Usopp said as he grabbed 3 of his nuggets and gave them to Luffy.

Luffy smiled brightly and gobbled the nuggets up. “Usopp is my favorite friend!”

“Wow, what an unhealthy dynamic you have there, Zoro,” Sanji replied.

“Yeah, yeah. I was just teasing him, idiot.” Zoro said.

“I bet you do that a lot,” Sanji said, snickering. Usopp’s eyes widened and coughed.

“Yeah, and you can’t get at least one chick in your bed out of your whole lifespan,” Zoro replied. 

Kid made a sizzling sound with his mouth while staring at his phone.”Wow, that’s gotta hurt.”

Sanji grunted. “Yeah, yeah. The gay guy giving me advice about women.”

Zoro smiled. “Huh. What about that huge party I gave you the wrong address to. And you ended up in a homosexual org-”

“We don’t talk about that!” Sanji said, his face red.

“Oh, that’s hot.” Kid said, intentionally referring to the graphic images on his phone. But, Nami and Usopp didn’t see it that way. They stared at him awkwardly. “What?” Kid said, stuffing his mouth with pizza.

The bell rang as everyone went back to their classes. The rest of the day was normal.

As soon as the final bell rang, Luffy went to Zoro’s class. He was packing his stuff and talking to Ms.Nico.

“Hi, Ms.Nico!” Luffy said.

Ms.Nico Robin had long jet black hair. Her skin was fairly pale and she had beautiful light blue eyes.

“Hello, Luffy. What can I do for you?” She smiled politely.

“Oh, I’m just waiting for Zoro. He’s gonna come over for dinner tonight!”

“That’s delightful. He told me about your acquaintance with him as well.” Robin said, giggling.

Zoro blushed and continued to put his things in his backpack. Robin and Luffy had a conversation until Zoro stood up with his backpack and grabbed Luffy’s hand.

“Thank you for explaining that part in history, Ms.Nico. I’ll do good on that test, I promise.” Zoro said as she waved goodbye.

…

Zoro got to the le roux house and sat on the couch. Sabo sat by him and welcomed him.

“Where’s Ace?” Zoro asked.

Sabo shrugged. “He said he was getting Luffy his favorite snack and a couple other things. I hope he’s not out too long. I’m making homemade lasagna.”

Zoro nodded. “Do you have a job as a caterer or do you just like to cook a lot?”

“Oh, I’m not a caterer. I do have a job, though. I’m a freelance writer. I enter cooking competitions on the side.” Sabo said, excited to answer.

“How about Ace?”

“He’s a lifeguard in the summer. He also does some music and plays the acoustic guitar.” Sabo said.

“Ace is really talented! He can play a bunch of songs.” Luffy added.

They chatted for a while until Shanks opened the front door. Zoro stood up and shook his hand.

“Hi! You’re Zoro, correct?”

“Yeah. It’s nice to meet you, Shanks.” Zoro said.

Sabo put a hot turkey on the table and sides like mashed potatoes and peas. He placed a pitcher of water and another of homemade orange juice. Luffy sat by Zoro and on the other side was Ace, Sabo, and Shanks.

Zoro ate a piece of turkey and smiled. “You’re really great at cooking, Sabo.”

“Thank you! I have to cook a lot of food usually. Luffy tends to eat a lot.” Sabo said.

Shanks got the water pitcher and filled up his cup.

“So, I was surprised to hear Luffy was dating you because I’ve talked to your father and he’s mentioned your name.”

“He’s a really successful man, but he’s very strict,” Zoro explained, cutting his chunk of turkey again.

“That’s true. Do you work anywhere?” Shanks said. He took a sip from his cup and placed it down.

Zoro nodded. “I’m a waiter at Blue Creek. Our friend is a cook there.”

Luffy smiled. “Sanji’s a great cook like Sabo!”

Sabo blushed slightly and grinned, his hand scratched the back of his head. “You think so?”

Ace rolled his eyes at Sabo’s flustered-ness.

Zoro gave his leftovers to Luffy, who thanked him with a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Ace turned away, but Sabo laughed at how comfortable they were. Zoro didn’t react differently and ruffled Luffy’s hair.

Shanks jumped up, as he suddenly remembered something he was going to say.

“Luffy did a great job teaching that Bellamy kid a lesson, I heard!” Shanks said cheerfully.

“I’ve only known recently that he was that strong,” Zoro said.

“You’ll be learning a lot more about what he can do. It’s incredible how well he can get back on his feet. Remember when I tell you that.” Shanks informed Zoro.

“I’ll be aware of that,” Zoro remarked.

“Zoro fights too! He does heavy lifting and trains with katanas!” Luffy exclaimed, trying to show off his boyfriend.

Shanks chuckled. “Now that’s gonna be a duo no one will mess with.”

“Except Garp.” Ace mumbled.

Sabo’s eyes widened and he began hacking, nudging Ace in the side. Shanks turned his attention to them in curiosity.

“What about Garp?” Shanks asked.

“Remember? Garp is trying to take Luffy away to become a marine. His co-workers hate us.” Ace said aloud.

Shanks sighed. “I don’t think that was necessary, Ace.”

“I think he needed to know.” Ace said, as he stood up and put his plate away.

Sabo stood up and attempted to get him from going back into his room, but he quickly got up the steps and shut the door abruptly. Sabo sat back down and looked at Zoro. He still somehow looked calm. From that quarrel, he would have expected a little bit of a tense appearance. But alas, he looked the same as before. The only difference is that Zoro looked like he was going through deja vu. Somehow…

“I’m sorry that happened, Zoro. He’s a little personal about, you know, what’s going on with you and Luffy. I promise that he’ll get used to it! He does this very often.” Sabo said, reassuringly.

“He’s always like this. What made him split again anyways?” Shanks asked.

“I guess the mention of Zoro and Luffy being a duo? Also, Garp called Ace the other day. Same thing, about being a marine…”

“I’m sorry to leave you out,” Shanks said to Zoro. “Garp is Luffy’s biological grandfather. I’m a stepfather to all three of these kids. Ace had no parents and both Sabo and Luffy’s fathers didn’t want them. On top of that, Luffy and Ace had no mother. So I decided I would help them.”

Zoro nodded. “I understand. Luffy told me you've been  his adoptive parent  since he was 7.”

“Garp is obsessed with the fact of all three of them becoming marines, and they refuse. But he always tries to convince them to. As for his co-workers, they think we’re criminal’s because Luffy’s biological father was an infamous criminal.” Shanks explained.

Zoro’s eyebrows slightly went up.”Criminal?”

Luffy continued eating.

Shanks murmured for Sabo to get the wine and turned back to Zoro. “Yes, he’s rebelling against what would be the world government right now. It’s not helping any of their images, really.”

Sabo put the wine on the table and unscrewed the top. Shanks grabbed the bottle, and lightly tipped it, as the red sparkling liquid filled his wine glass.

Zoro looked at Luffy who was wiping out his mouth and smiling generously.

“Thank you for the meal, Sabo!” Luffy said.

“Anytime,” Sabo said.

Zoro looked up at Shanks, looking a little unsure.

“Should I go up there and talk to him?” Zoro asked.

“If you want to get yelled at,” Shanks said, sipping his wine.

Zoro stood up and went upstairs, as Luffy stayed in his seat.

Sabo frowned. “Why didn’t you stop him, Luffy? Ace is not gon-”

“Zoro knows what he’s doing,” Luffy said, smiling.

Luffy kept a conversation with Sabo, as Zoro knocked on Ace’s door. He heard a muffled ‘who is it’ from Ace.

“It’s Zoro.” He replied back.

Zoro could hear a soft sigh, as the other opened with a creek. Ace had an acoustic guitar strapped onto his body, and a small pick was in his right hand. He signaled for Zoro to sit down.

“I’m sorry about the public affection. I-”

“No, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about doing that- I’m just a little protective over Luffy. So if I say anything crude don’t take it seriously. Just controls me a lot.” Ace explained, striking some chords.

“So, what’s with your grandfather? He doesn’t seem like much fun.” Zoro said.

Ace put his guitar down and threw his pick on the bed. He shrugged hopelessly and laid his head on his hands.

“I don’t know. He’s really stern on us being marines, but somehow I think he already knows we’ll never do that. But he keeps on trying.” Ace said.

“Either way, Luffy must handle it great,” Zoro said.

Ace smiled. “Of course, like everything. I’ve always wondered where he got his strong will from.”

There was silence. And then, Ace stood up. He grabbed a 20 dollar bill from his pocket and gave it to Zoro.

“Go out and get some ice cream with him, will you? Keep the rest, that’s all the money I have on me right now.” Ace said sternly.

Zoro smiled and grabbed the bill. He stopped.

“You’re not as bad as you make yourself out to be. It’s been nice meeting you.” Zoro said, grinning.

And so Zoro went down the steps. Ace’s eyes widened temporarily, then he smiled.

#zolu #anime #pairing #fanfiction #writing #otp #one piece #luffy #zoro

[chokefriends]

Hall Pass

ZoSan modern AU fragment with cute boyfriend banter and light bondage. It's just 3+ kinds of trash, porny, giddy and fluffy, I cant stand myself 

Explicit, no warnings.

Read below or on AO3, I’m Ossicle!

Sanji blew through Zoro's front door swinging his keys on one finger, wearing a bloody oxford and a slightly frantic look.

“Mossman, I need a lemon zester and one hell of a hall pass.”

Zoro paused mid-crunch, hanging by the knees in the kitchen doorway, and took out one blaring ear bud. “...Whose ass??”

“Idiot. Move.”

Zoro crunched up so Sanji could get by underneath him. He checked his watch. Weird… the workaholic never left his shop before eight if he could help it. Sanji ran this artisanal butcher shop / charcuterie / whatever, the hipster kind with twelve different ground meat mixtures on ‘tap’ and all these tatted-up, lumberjack-looking shop boys manfully wrangling sausage links in the shopfront. Hence the blood-spattered shirt—chronic nosebleeds.

Zoro twisted around to watch the blond ransack his kitchen drawers, apparently for some ass-related thing.

“Turkey baster somewhere in there, if that's—”

Sanji stopped and shot him a look. “What? No. I'm looking for a lemon zester. And a hall pass… which, let me just say, I VERY fucking deserve after this hell week…”

Zoro plugged the earbud back in and resumed his upside down workout routine. Sanji was just getting himself into one of his rambling Sanji States. Probably just work-related; probably not requiring Zoro's input… He crunched and counted until, a few reps later, a blue eye was suddenly glaring in front of his face.

Sanji tugged an ear bud out of Zoro’s head.

“Lemon zester.”

Zoro dangled, and thought carefully. “The vibrating thing?”

“NO, you houseplant. The thing that's like a cheese grater but with little bitty teeth.”

“...and whose ass is this for?”

Sanji threw the earbud down and went back to tearing apart the kitchen.

Zoro swung down from the door-mounted bar and left him to it. He took a quick shower, and settled in the sectional couch with his sweatpants on and a pile of physio grading next to him. This class he was TAing for was fuckin brutal, tests every week and three exams, all graded by a small team of grad students who were rumored to be robots but were actually masochists. Just constant work; Zoro loved it.

Sanji finally found what he was after and slid over the top of the couch to join the stoic gradbot. He held his prize and looked at Zoro, eyebrows raised expectantly. This usually meant that he thought Zoro was being too stoic and should say something.

“...Bitty cheese grater,” Zoro commented.

“It’s a lemon zester.”

“For what.”

“Getting laid,” Sanji stated matter-of-factly.

Well. It wasn't the weirdest come-on the erratic gourmand had ever tried.

“Okay.” Zoro pulled the pert ass into his lap and went for it.

“Heyhey, hold it, hooold it, that’s not what I came here to… or actually… yeah, hm…” Sanji trailed off as strong hands grabbed at him greedily. His belt buckle clunked to the floor.

“Heh. Lemon zester…” Zoro shook his head. “You don’t have to stash all your weird kitchen stuff here just for an excuse to come over anymore. You know that right, Cook?”

“I know! Just… habit…”

“Mhm.” Zoro focused on the deepening arch of the back in front of him. He pulled the shirttails free and let his hands wander up underneath.

Sanji cleared his throat and tried to focus. “I was tryna ask for a thing, though. Uh…”

“Yeah? Something in particular?”

“Oh yeah, hall pass.”

Zoro paused for a second in case Sanji felt like making this easy and just saying what the hell that was. But the guy was either being coy or was getting distracted by the hand in his pants.

“That a position?” Zoro prompted.

“Hm? No, it's… do you seriously not know what a hall pass is?” Sanji looked over his shoulder.

“Well, sorry if I don't know all the gay lingo like some scene queens—”

He could just feel the force of Sanji's eyeroll. “It's not even! It's such a straight boy thing, you've definitely heard it, bro-y scene like yours. Like ‘bruuuh, Vegas bruh, got a hall pass from the ol ball and chain,’ ugh.”

Zoro frowned. “Great. So am I the bro or the ball and chain.”

Sanji clambered around to face him instead. “Oh my god don't be ugh about it. I'm just observing how your muscle nerd crowd is a whole thing. Don't get off-topic.”

“Well you're the one calling people bros, so—”

“Well you're the one going to grad school for gym, so.”

Sanji crossed his arms. He was doing his pout thing, as though Zoro was the one being difficult. And he was still all disheveled and covered in blood… A familiar tic went through Zoro's eye at the exact same time as that other tic went through his dick.

“Other way. Face the other fuckin way.” Zoro turned the blond away from him and got back to work on his pants.

“Nope, you're dealing with this FACE.” Sanji stubbornly resisted.

They ended up on the floor really quickly, as usual, Sanji trying to mush his face against Zoro’s, and the latter trying to pin him facedown. It did kinda seriously irritate Zoro that his superior crunch power didn’t seem to count for anything against the noodle-boned butcher. The guy knew it, too, and liked to aggravate his sparring partner with non-standard moves.

“If I give you a forehead-hickey, I win,” the clinging blond declared.

“NO.”

“C’mere, sexy forehead.”

“NO.”

It fuckin paid off once Zoro did get him under control, though. The satisfaction was nigh euphoric. This time Zoro got the butcher’s hands behind his back and a knee in his spine, and Sanji gave up his squirming with a laugh. He hmmed against the rug and allowed his hands to be secured with the ever-ready bandana. He was hard and eager when Zoro turned him back over and settled heavily overtop of him, smothering him with a deep kiss.

“It’s been a second,” Sanji breathed when Zoro let up.

“Yeah. I’ll go slow.”

“Mm. Kay but how about not slow.”

“Heh…”

Zoro went ahead and ignored that request. He liked to draw out the lead-in once he’d gotten to this point, to get back at the guy for all his ridiculous shit, but also because Sanji just got more and more fuckable the more desperate and disheveled he got.

Sanji blew his long curtain of blond hair out of his eyes and glared down at the too-slow proceedings between his knees. “Put the fucking dick in your mouth, fucking put. The fucking dick. In your fucking… ah!… fuck, ah…”

That was the third finger, and Zoro let himself grin a little. He watched the long limbs tense and un-tense as he eased his hand in and out. He gave the needy dick another swift, brief massage with his tongue, and stifled a laugh when Sanji kicked him.

“You want me to fucking beg??”

“Yeah, I’m a fan of that,” Zoro nodded his encouragement.

“DICK IN YOUR MOUTH.”

“That’s not begging…”

“DICK,” Sanji insisted.

Zoro laughed and came up to kiss the irate butcher. “...Dick??”

“Dick.”

With his slight smile widening into a full-on grin, Zoro got up so he was straddling Sanji’s shoulders. The blue eye widened, “Not THAT di—hhhhnnnck”

“Hm what?”

Sanji gave a deeply sarcastic roll of his eyes. He couldn’t say much else, though.

Zoro eased in deeper, feeling himself gradually hardening in the wet mouth with its quick tongue.

“C’mon, get me hard.” He pulled back a little so Sanji could swallow and adjust his head, then pushed in deep enough to nudge the back of his throat. “C’mon. You want me to fuck your throat? Suck.”

A cocky eyebrow challenged him to do just that, and Zoro obliged. He watched the smooth lips strain around his cock and the blue eyes start to water. Zoro fit a hand around the back of his neck and angled it way up, so he could hold him still and fuck down into his face. Sanji started making those urgent sounds he was after, and he felt himself edging already… fuck.

“Mm! Mmmm!!… ah!” Sanji’s eyes were screwed shut and his mouth wide open, gasping air, as Zoro pulled out of his mouth and hurried to get a condom on and lube himself up.

“Face or floor?”

“Face, cuz deal with it,” Sanji determined, stubborn streak still fully intact despite his flustered flush.

“Fair.” Zoro left him on his back.

He parted the well-toned thighs and braced a hand on each one, pressing Sanji's legs so wide apart they were touching the floor. God, this body was just made to be fucked, it was so smooth and yielding. Zoro’s dick found the tight hole, and it opened up around him just as smoothly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, steadying himself, “I can’t believe how flexible you are. I could do anything to you…”

Sanji made a little scoffing noise between heavy breaths. “Think you could you shut up and fuck me, though?”

Zoro leaned into him suddenly and heavily, without answering. That got a harsh intake of breath, but it wasn’t yet the desperate gasping he was going for. He canted his hips and dragged out frustratingly slow. He really wanted to let go and just… fucking pound the hell out of the trim, pliable body. Just as much as Sanji wanted him to do it. But he was the disciplined one, here, and also, holding out on the other was a pleasure in itself.

He slid into that perfect heat over and over, deliberate and deep, until the blond’s voice got that wild edge to it. He was as vocal when he was being fucked as the rest of the time, and it got to Zoro just as much. In a good way—Zoro usually prided himself on being all quietly composed during sex, but Sanji had this way of completely letting himself go, and taking the other with him.

“Zoro, Z-zoro ah! Ahh!”

“Shit… ah, fuck, Cook…” Zoro gathered up both legs and hooked them over his shoulder, so he could fold Sanji almost in half and sink straight down into him. Their faces were close together, they were breathing each other’s air, hardly even hearing what was being gasped out between breaths. Sanji was saying something like “Want you, want you, want you,” and Zoro was probably just saying “Cook” and “fuck,” but even he wasn’t sure.

“I’m gonna come,” Zoro gasped out finally.

“Fuckin cmon then, ah…”

It felt like he could just come and come like this. Everything was so tight and hot, Sanji was kissing him and he was getting lightheaded. Zoro waited until his ears stopped ringing and his blood pressure went down a little. He opened his eyes to Sanji’s flushed face, still glassy-eyed with need. He loosened the bandana and shuffled down to put that dick in his mouth, as requested.

“Yes… fuck…” Sanji twisted out of the ties and crossed his arms under his head, shuffling until he was comfortable.

They’d been fucking for a few months now, more and more regularly, and Zoro pretty much knew how to get him off any time. It was better to make him wait a little, though. Winding the guy up so tight like this, he'd go over the edge like a ton of bricks. Zoro swallowed him down smoothly and then pulled back off until he was massaging the head with his tongue, sucking hard. He jammed two fingers into his ass at the same time, hard and even, like Sanji wanted when he was close. And he was so, so close right now… He’d hooked both legs over Zoro’s shoulders and was hanging on, tensed and swearing.

He came and was wordless for a full minute while Zoro worked every last drop out of him with the same steady insistence.

“...Unnh… hh…”

Zoro grinned to himself a little as he caught it all in his mouth. Catching Sanji’s eye, he licked stray drops from his fingers and swallowed it all with deliberate relish.

“Fuck… that’s hot,” Sanji commented, letting out a spent laugh and flexing the feeling back into his toes.

“Mm…” Zoro sighed and sat up to consider his own state. His dick was half-hard again, come leaking down inside the condom. He watched Sanji lying back and trying to recover his head, still all hazy and addled with pleasure. So fucking fuckable.

He pulled the blond over by the arm and nipped his ear.

“Ah!”

“Can I do it hard?”

“I dunno. Can you?” Sanji needled him. “Ow.”

Zoro gave a soothing suck at the chomped ear. “I dunno, can I?”

“Haha… mmm. Floor?”

“Yeah…” Zoro moved on to sucking at his neck urgently, massaging what was now a fully hard erection.

Sanji laughed at him. He turned over facing the floor and braced on his forearms while Zoro fit a new condom on. “I should make you beg instead. Shitty dog, practically humping my leg.”

He quieted for a moment as Zoro pushed him flat and ground into him in one insistent push.

Sanji steadied himself and chuckled, “Ahh… haha. Here, boy. Now sit—mff!”

Lying atop of him like this, Zoro had his hands free, so he clamped one over Sanji’s mouth.

“Shhh… stay. Good boy.”

Sanji huffed an outraged sigh through his nose at the order. But by the way he moaned into Zoro's hand and arched his back into Zoro's driving thrusts, he was probably gonna come again soon.

“Why do you always wanna cuddle on the floor?” Sanji teased him, afterward. “There’s pillows right up there. I got them for a reason.”

“Just stay still a second,” Zoro mumbled from somewhere between Sanji's shoulder blades, thick arms wrapped around the narrow waist.

“I wanna smoke.” Sanji was already fidgeting and trying to get up.

Zoro tightened his arms so he was stuck.

“Why the floor, is all I'm saying,” Sanji objected.

“Well you're the one who likes to fuck on the floor, so.”

“Well you're the one who flips furniture when they get too into it, so.”

Zoro grinned to himself. “Yeah… You make yourself hell to wrangle, to be fair.” He shifted up a little so he could hook his chin over Sanji's shoulder.

Sanji laughed. “You like it.”

“Mm. I like fucking you into the ground, yeah.”

“Ah...” Sanji shifted and exhaled sharply at the lips on his neck. “You angling for another round? That why we're still down here in the fuck zone?”

“Nah, just comfortable.” Zoro let up his hold a little, so Sanji could turn in his arms and settle in facing him. “Hey, so what's this ass thing you want?”

“Hall. Pass.” Sanji sighed, and then swallowed. He was suddenly tense in Zoro's arms. “Uh. So first of all, the lemon zester. I need it to lend to this… individual? So I have an excuse to go over and say heyy? Cuz earlier he was kinda like, heyyyy, lookin for a lemon zester. And this is NOT how I normally do things, okay. I'm pretty much the king of cling. But this guy is Christian Slater-level exceptional, and it'll be just once because honestly I'm getting a Christian-Slater-in-Heathers vibe more than anything and that is a sometimes-food…”

Zoro listened for a while, then counted to ten once he'd gotten lost, and tried to get back into the conversation. “...what?”

Sanji frowned. “What part is unclear.”

“The… hall pass.”

“Jesus Christ,” Sanji muttered to the ceiling.

“No, literally just use words that go together.”

“I have been! I've been so patient and thorough!”

Zoro reached for his sweatpants, lying on Sanji's other side. “I'll just fucking Google it. Gimme my phone.”

“N-no wait. Uh!” Sanji extended a long leg and kicked the pants across the room.

“...This is getting weird,” Zoro growled, getting up. “Did you not eat all day again? You know it's real ironic how often you forget to feed yourself.”

“I did forget but that's not the issue here!”

“Let go of my leg.”

“No!”

Zoro sighed at the weirdo hugging his ankle. “Okay. What's a hall pass.”

“It's when you ask your otherwise committed, exclusive partner for a one-time go-ahead to bang someone else because Christian Slater wants to get in your pants and it's a fucking sin to pass that up!”

Zoro sat down heavily on the couch. Sanji slowly came to sit next to him, legs folded and hands in lap.

“One-time,” Sanji insisted. “Christian Slater.”

“...actual Christian Slater?”

“Oh, uh, no, I just mean he's really hot and kinda weird.”

Zoro rubbed his head, his mind grappling with several, very urgent aspects of this matter. There was one part that really stuck out, though.

“So you'd say we're… exclusive? And stuff?” Zoro wondered, a little wild-eyed.

Sanji frowned. “Aren't we? Wait, are you—”

“Nono, I'm not seeing anyone else. I just mean like, we're… in a committed thing? You'd say?”

“Oh. Yeah,” Sanji confirmed, just realizing that he'd maybe skipped several steps in this whole talk. “Yeah, like, dating.”

“Oh, okay.”

Sanji was getting flustered again. “I mean, I guess I don't know if you wanna be… that way. We don't have to. It's so status quo, right? Ugh, haha, very not radical haha…”

“Nono, it's good. That's good.”

Zoro wasn't sure what else to say, and Sanji was looking at him expectantly, so he gave him a little peck.

Sanji seemed to accept this. “Okay good. Good talk. Um. So… all of it is good?”

“All of what.”

“Can I… the hall pass?”

Zoro frowned and thought. “Oh that. I don't know. I need to think some more.”

Sanji shuffled a little and Zoro realized he was stealing a look at the clock. “How much more.”

“Well more than a few fucking minutes!”

“Hour?”

“You're planning to go right now??”

“I was… Um.” Blue eyes wandered around the room. “Or not. If that's weird.”

“You’re weird. You're always so weird.” Zoro grumbled, trapping him in another bear hug and toppling them both to the couch. Sanji huffed but Zoro held on, an unfamiliar feeling making him stubborn.

Sanji waited til the count of ten, then went about disentangling himself from the other, anxious for a smoke.

“Let go of my leg,” Sanji complained.

“No.”

“Are you getting clingy?”

“No…”

He laughed. “Monosyllabic Marimo.”

Zoro wasn't budging on the time-to-think issue, so Sanji had to message whoever it was to postpone the lemon zester handoff. He'd already delegated things at the shop, so he actually had a rare evening free. He made snacks, and Zoro dragged the duvet over to the couch.

“So Christian Slater is a psychopath,” Zoro offered his thoughts on the nonsense movie they were watching, “But also, the Heathers seem like a high school Resident Evil situation. I'd purge with fire too.”

“Um, Christian Slater is a misunderstood super sweetheart with a minor murder problem,” Sanji objected. “And the Heathers are fabulous beyond reproach.”

“Her scrunchie matches her lipstick,” Zoro complained.

“That’s how you know she's a powerbitch.”

“I could tell from the shoulder pads.”

They watched Christian Slater shoot some more frat boys.

“Okay, not terrible,” Zoro approved by the end. “But I'm not convinced that Christian Slater should be allowed to fuck anyone, let alone MY otherwise exclusive, committed… thing.”

“You can say boyfriend,” Sanji offered.

“... 'Boyfriend,’” Zoro tried the word out, and immediately felt that stubbornness spike again. “Hmph.”

“Well this actual guy’s not a psycho killer, okay? He just… likes to give the impression that he is?”

“You're not selling this super well,” Zoro informed him.

Sanji considered the matter. “Well, what if you met the guy and saw that he was okay? You might already know him, actually, we have friends in common.”

“I doubt that,” Zoro grouched. “Who is it then.”

“Okay so you know your stupid orc-looking friend with the hair?”

Zoro spat out his cucumber water. “KIDD is Christian Slater??”

“Oh my god NO. It's his boy-thing, not him. As if I'd let that get its dick in me, plllease. He literally clanks when he walks.”

“He’d just be getting his dick in you by proxy,” Zoro put on his own pout face. “And I didn't know he had a boy-thing.”

“Yeah, apparently Christian Slater is into orc ass…”

Something occurred to Zoro. “This guy's a top?”

Sanji thought. “I guess…? He made it pretty clear how he'd like to do me in particular, so I assume—”

“Whoooaa, what if Kidd's a bottom,” Zoro interrupted.

“Hah. I doubt it. He’s always talking like he's the one getting his dick in everyone and everything… Christian Slater’s probably vers.”

“Nope, Kidd's a pillow-biter, it's settled,” Zoro settled back smugly. “And I can leg-press more than him.”

He got a pillow thrown at his smug green head by an exasperated boyfriend. “Yeah, yeah, you're supreme dick, dumbass. Biggest, sweatiest package around. Fucking typical top...”

“Damn right,” Zoro caught the next pillow. “Well I'm feeling rosier about this whole hall pass thing.”

Sanji paused with a cushion in hand and raised a flawless eyebrow. “Really? I literally just had to talk up your little guy?”

“Yeah, heh. Just make sure Christian Slater knows how monster this meat be.” Zoro patted his junk.

“I’ll bring it to his attention,” Sanji shook his head. But then he laughed and put his head on Zoro's lap. “Boyfriend,” he murmured.

“Boyfriend,” Zoro affirmed.

#zosan #zosan fanfic #ao3fic #one piece modern au #fic fragment #Zoro calls his dick Monster Meat #Sanji is a ho for Heathers #back to my zosan roots for a sec here while i burn out on inspiration for my kidlaw fics

[sanjisock]

green with envy blues

ao3

Zoro thinks he’s a pretty loyal person.

He trusts and believes in Luffy. He’d follow Luffy to the end of the earth together with his nakama, brave and reckless and dumbass that Luffy is, because he's their dumbass. He did say he’d take Luffy down if he ever got in the way of Zoro’s dream, but even Zoro was beginning to reconsider that statement, one he’d made long before he’d known what kind of person Luffy was. All things considered, he’s a faithful crewmember and swordsman of the Strawhat Pirates.

Zoro looks up just in time to see Luffy launching himself at Sanji, wrapping his stretched limbs all over Sanji’s body. Sanji has just walked out of the galley carrying a plate full of fancy-looking drinks — for the girls, no doubt — and he’s extending his arm as far away as possible from Luffy’s grasp, and Luffy leans over his shoulder, their cheeks pressed against each other’s, their lips almost touching —

Zoro is seriously considering mutiny.

“Sanji…” Luffy whines, “food…”

“Lunch was just an hour ago,” Sanji points out, sighing. He rolls his shoulders, trying to get Luffy off of his back, but Luffy simply tightens his grip tighter around his shoulders. His leg shoots up to frame Sanji around his hips, and he now looks more like a living, breathing, noisy backpack surgically attached to Sanji's back.

“Come on, Sanji…” Luffy presses his face into Sanji’s left shoulder, “I want meat…”

Watching them from the deck, Zoro is suddenly hit with the urge to throw someone overboard. Luffy, maybe, captain or not. Or Sanji. Or himself.

And it’s not like Zoro thinks Sanji is interested in Luffy that way. Luffy is their captain, and along the way he’s also become everyone’s adopted little brother who makes dumb but sometimes terrifyingly insightful decisions. They all love him like a family, so it’s not like Zoro can be, you know.

Jealous,

Tch. As if .

“All right, you shitty rubber,” Sanji finally acquiesces, like most would after prolonged interaction with Luffy. “Just get off my back so I can fix something up for you.”

Luffy throws his hands up in the air and laughs. “You’re the best, Sanji!”

Sanji shakes his head, and there’s a fond smile on his face, like he can’t help finding Luffy’s antics adorable, and it’s not like Zoro wants Sanji to think he’s adorable, no fucking way, so Zoro isn’t. You know.

Jealous.

As if .

 They’re docked at an island and Zoro is not-so-surreptitiously looking for Sanji.

This… thing they have is still new. They haven’t had the time to tell the crew yet considering their chaotic escape from the Sky Islands, and Zoro is now unsure as to how . He doesn’t think they’re planning to hide their relationship, but Sanji has always been the more complicated, emotional one. Zoro is letting him call the shots; he doesn't care about anyone else's opinions on their relationship. If Sanji wants him — and the Cook did admit as much — it's enough for him. 

He finds Sanji with Nami and Luffy, and before he could call out to him he hears Nami say, “don’t let Luffy out of your sights, okay?”

Sanji gives her a ridiculous salute along with a cheerful, “of course, Nami-swan!”

So, that’s a no for a private time with Sanji today, then. Whatever. Zoro isn’t a clingy lover, and doesn’t really want to go on troublesome stuff like dates — that’s more of Sanji’s thing. He can just find the Cook tomorrow to...hang out. And do stuff. It’s not like he’s been planning this not-date for days.

Sanji grabs Luffy by the hand. “You’re coming with me.”

Zoro’s gaze drops toward Sanji’s hand.

Zoro doesn’t think he cares about the lovey-dovey part of a romantic relationship, like cuddling or kissing in public. He once saw a couple sharing a scarf in a winter island, and he can’t imagine doing that with Sanji. Sanji would probably try to choke him with the scarf if he ever suggested that.

Luffy tries to wriggle his hand away, and Sanji squeezes harder.

Zoro doesn't care, but damn it, Zoro has never even held Sanji’s hand .

They kissed once, after the campfire on the Sky Island, but they haven't really had the opportunity to explore their relationship beyond that. Not that Zoro wants Sanji to suddenly change and become overly affectionate towards him, but he looks at Sanji’s hand wrapped around Luffy’s and something unfurls within his chest and he wants. God, he wants .

Sanji practically drags Luffy out of Merry by the hand, and Zoro is suddenly aware that his own hands are very, very cold.

“Zoro is being dumb,” Luffy says by way of greeting, hanging upside down from Nami’s mikan tree, one hand on his hat to keep it from falling. They’re on ship watch duty today, which means it’s supposed to be Zoro’s naptime. Supposed to be.

Zoro blinks awake, and narrows his eyes at him from below. “I’m not taking that from you .”

“But Zoro is being really dumb,” Luffy insists, swaying slightly. Zoro has half the mind to kick him down. “Dumber than usual.”

Zoro closes his eyes at that, trying to get back to sleep, but nobody can stop Luffy when he has set his mind on something. So when he hears Luffy land on the ground in front of him, he sighs and asks, “What are you talking about?”

The question comes out harsher than he intended, and he feels a tinge of guilt at his own irritation, because it’s not like Luffy is trying to take Sanji away from Zoro. It’s not like Sanji belongs to anyone for Luffy to take. Luffy is just Luffy, and Sanji’s Sanji, and Zoro’s the one who’s being weird.

Luffy doesn’t take offense, thankfully, and simply cocks his head to the side. “You’re mad,” he points out.

“I’m not mad,” he denies quickly, but Luffy simply looks at him, and Zoro shrugs. “Okay, maybe, kind of. But not at you,” he quickly adds.

“You’re mad at yourself,” Luffy guesses.

That sounds about right, if Zoro really thinks about it. Mad at himself for getting mad at Luffy, for not doing anything, for overthinking this whole thing. For being — fuck, jealous . “Yeah,” he agrees.

“What are you, Zoro?” Luffy suddenly asks out of the blue.

Zoro frowns, confused. Conversations usually flow easily between him and Luffy, but sometimes Luffy has these moments , and Zoro can’t read him at all. “What?”

“Are you a hero?” Luffy asks. “Because heroes get nice things like meat and sake and gold, but they have to share the nice things with other people and get mad at themselves for being nice.”

The sentence is very Luffy , in all its straightforward simplicity, and Zoro scoffs at that. He really was being dumb. “No, captain,” he answers, a grin slowly making its way to his expression. “I’m a pirate.”

“And you know what pirates do, Zoro?” Luffy grins back. “They fight to get what they want. And you’re being really dumb if you forget that.”

Zoro straightens his back and stands up at that, eyes already fixed on the galley. He hits Luffy playfully on the head as he walks past him and says, “I won’t let you call me dumb again, you hear me?”

Luffy just laughs, and Zoro makes his way to Sanji.

  Sanji is in the middle of taking off his apron when Zoro walks into the room, and he doesn’t bother waiting for Sanji to finish as he wraps his hands around Sanji from the back and buries his face between his shoulder blades.

Sanji stiffens at the touch, but quickly relaxes when he realizes who it is. He lets the apron fall to the floor, spooling near his feet as he runs his hand through Zoro’s hair. “What is this, Marimo? Someone’s hungry?”

Zoro lets Sanji’s voice wash over him, and there’s warmth settling at his gut. “I get to do this,” he says, more of a statement than a question.

Sanji seems to take a moment to figure out what Zoro’s thinking, but they’ve always been good at understanding each other without having to say a word, because it doesn’t take long for Sanji to answer, “yeah.” He leans back, resting his head on Zoro’s shoulder. “Yeah, you get to do this.”

Zoro thinks over the last few days, the visceral burn at the back of his throat when he sees Sanji a little too close to someone else. He decides to say, “ Only I get to do this.”

This time it’s more of a question — because Sanji is his equal, and has much of a say to this than he does, and they'll meet each other halfway. They always do.

That earns him a laugh from Sanji, the kind that’s light and carefree and rare, and Zoro thinks his heart is going to burst from his chest. “Yeah,” Sanji says, and then adds, because of course Sanji can read him like a book and knows where he was going with this. “I’ll make sure to prepare food for Luffy before he gets clingy.”

“Good,” he says, and smiles, and leans in for an open-mouthed kiss, because he gets to do, that, too.

#opfanfic #zosan #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #sanji #one piece

[shikkearu]

Irreplaceable Part 5: Clearing out the apartment

https://www.wattpad.com/539581455-irreplaceable-part-5-clearing-out-the-apartment

Zoro was not fine.

He was more silent and got spooked more easily. If Perona went away even for a tiny moment he would start crying. They, Mihawk included, stayed by Morias for a couple of days. He was more than happy to have them there and even started to bond with Mihawk.

- ”What are you two reading?” Perona came into the room while rocking Zoro to sleep. Mihawk and Moria were sitting on the sofa looking rather smug. - ”Wait! That's the photo album! Moria, don't!” But it was already too late. - ”You were really cute dressed up as a bear,” Mihawk was smirking. Moria was showing the most adorable five-year-old Perona dressed up as a bear. - ”She wanted to grow up as one. It was a way of life for her. When I told her she couldn't be a princess and a bear, well...” He pointed to the next picture of her now wearing a crown and a tutu over the bear outfit. Mihawks smirk widened as he looked at the picture and then at Perona. - ”You know it's not too late for that yet,” Mihawk said and he had the most nastiest look on his face. ”I bet we could find a suit your size.”

They both laughed grossly.

- ”And an astronaut suit,”Moria added, ”as she wanted to be the princess bear of all bear astronauts the next week.” And ofcourse there was a photo to show along.

- ”You two are the worst!” Perona grunted. ”Come, Zoro. Let's go find a more peaceful place.”

- ”Zoros gotten a bit better now.” Moria was holding Zoro who was a bit spooked but not crying. - ”Oh, that is good,” Perona shouted from the next room. They were teaching Zoro back to his normal self. It wouldn't take long. Mihawk sat infront of her and let out a small sigh before saying: - ”Lets leave Zoro here with Moria.” Perona looked at him angry. - ”Only for the weekend,” he added, ”We really need to start the work on the apartment and we can't have Zoro go to another episode like that.”

She nodded. She didn't want to upset Zoro and she was ready to deal with the apartment.

They went by Mihawks house. A week had been wasted at Morias and it was time to start working. At the apartment Perona pointed out which furniture to keep, sell and trash. Mihawk started taking photos and making ads at online selling pages. Perona went through their old clothes. She could smell her husband everywhere. But still she went through everything, though a bit teary most of the time. By the end of the day she had filled several bags worth of clothes to take for charity. She only kept the newest and most dearest pieces she had. She could buy new some day. She also kept a couple of her husbands clothes. It was funny but she didn't have any favourite clothes of his. His style was very dull in the end. Mihawk had already got a couple of messages concerning the double bed and closet. Thankfully the city was big, so it had a lot of people interested in cheap furniture.

They decided to sleep in the apartment, Perona on the bed and Mihawk on the sofa. They woke up quite early in the morning. Mihawk went to get some breakfast for them, while Perona sorted out the mail that had come there before the address change. Bills, adds and a letter to her husband. It didn't have an address on it, but she knew who had sent it.

He looked at the letter grossed out, before tearing it to shreds. - ”Who is it from?” - ”My `mother´” he said disgusted. - ”But didn't she leave early on?” Perona was baffled. - ”Well it's not my mother actually,” he laughed a tiny bit. ”It's my father faking to be my mother. Such a cliché, I know.” - ”But why?” - ”When my mother left I was about six. I was at the day-care and mothers day was close. We had to make cards to our mothers. I did one like a good boy, but when father came to take me home, I stomped on it and cried that I hated mom. He calmly took the card from me and said he would send it to mother for me. And I had been happy. Maybe getting a card from me telling how much I loved her would get her to come back.” He looked angry and Perona petted his cheek looking worried. - ”You don't need to tell me.” - ”I want to.” He took her hand before pressing his face against it, closing his eyes. - ”I got a letter from her. She explained that it had been her job as a model that made her go. That she was sad that she had left. She promised to write me whenever she could. I had been really happy and told my father about it. He was acting surprised.”

They were now laying on the sofa, his head against her chest. She caressed his hair.

- ”There was never any address to send a letter back to. Said she didn't have a permanent residence and that father would tell her what she needed to know. By twelve I had figured out it was father writing me. I confronted him once about it, but he insisted it was my mother writing those generic letters.” He sighed. - ”I haven't read any of them in years now and they don't come in so often. Last one was hmm... half a year ago. But I humour my father by telling him how glad I am to get letters from my mother. Hey, Perona...” He turned to look her in the eyes. - ”Hmm?” - ”Promise me that when we get kids, we'll never abandon or lie to them like that. Even if we split.” - ”Horo horo. What makes you think we'll get kids? You fool! I might leave you tomorrow.” She showed him tongue. He grinned. It was the day before he proposed to her.

- ”Does this look familiar to you?”

Mihawk looked at the letter she was holding inches from his face. He grabbed it and after taking a good look he gave it back to Perona. - ”I don't know who sent it.” - ”You did!” - ”I have never sent my son letters. We used emails and text messages.” He frowned. ”Open it.” - ”Didn't you fake that his mother was sending him letters?” She pouted. - ”Do I really look like the type of person to do that. Open it and see for yourself!” Mihawk was right, of course he didn't look like the type at all. Perona opened the letter and read it. It wasn't meant for her husband. It was for her.

”Good spouse of my son.

I have tried to reach him for years and I fear he stopped reading my letters a long time ago. So i wish this final letter will reach you instead. I have learned from my ex-husband of his passing and I regret that I haven't been able to get acquainted with you. I am a very busy person and my personal life has suffered because of it. I know that I have a grandchild and I wish to see them atleast once. My husband has failed to relay any pictures to me. He says he needs our sons' permission and since he is now gone I ask it from you. If you could give him a permission to send me some I would ever be so grateful.

The mother of your husband”

- ”What the hell is this letter? It barely gives any information on her and all she does is ask for pictures. What kind of a mother is she?” Perona already knew the answer to that. - ”She had her reasons,” Mihawk said quietly. Perona looked at him. She had thought he was a bad father, but -oh- how wrong had she been. Maybe the mother as well wasn't such a bad person. - ”What does she do for living then?” - ”She works on the fashion industry. Maybe you've heard of her...”

Peronas eyes widened as he said the name. - ”But she seems so young. I can't believe it.” - ”Believe it or not.” - ”The mothers day cards?” - ”I sent them to make her feel bad. She just never felt bad enough to meet up with him. I did try, but she wouldn't do it.” Anger flashed briefly in his eyes, but most of all Mihawk looked worn down. Clearly talking of his ex wasn't something he liked to do. Perona thought for a moment and then finally said: - ”Can you try arranging a meeting for us? If she wants a photo, she can take one by herself.” - ”I will try,” he sounded defeated.

They were going through some old papers trying to figure out which ones were important and which were not. It was very boring to do, so she took the photo album her husband had carefully assembled for them. On the cover with big letters read ”Our Romance”. He had been into tacky stuff like that. Mihawk chuckled and started going through it with her, while she explained where each photo had been taken.

- ”What happened in this one?” Mihawk pointed to a picture of Perona laughing, holding out a hotdog. Text under read: ”The moment I fell in love” - ”On our second date. Right after a seagull had taken his hotdog. He was sulking so I offered mine to him. He was so taken back that he told me to stop and let him take a picture. The moment felt really stupid at the time.” - ”I can imagine. He was really into photography. He wanted me to take photos of him doing silly things. Like the one of him holding a large cappagehead he had grown.” - ”Yeah, that's a good on- Damn!” - ”Got you.” Mihawk looked at her smugly. - ”Yeah, you did. Don't let it get into your head.” She smiled and punched his shoulder. Mihawk looked back at her with a gentle smile. She blushed and took out her phone. - ”Let's take a photo together!” She held her hand out and at the moment both stuck their tongues out. Perona laughed at the photo. Mihawk looked ridiculous. It was good. - ”Thanks for helping me. I wouldn't be able to do this on my own.” She rested her head against his shoulder. She felt safe with him around. - ”Not a problem. I wish I could have been more with you, back when he was still alive.”

They continued sorting the papers.

#fanfic #MihawkxPerona #mihopero #dracule mihawk #perona #one piece #ミホペロ #Irreplaceable #mihawk

[kaizokunohime]

LawLu Story Idea 41

Snow White:

Luffy was nicknamed Snow White when he was born for his blindingly white smile. All who look upon him proclaim that he is the cutest baby ever born. He grows up loved by his mother and father, a ball is thrown in his honor for his every birthday, with noble families from across the kingdom invited to attend, sometimes even neighboring royalty. But on Luffy’s twelfth birthday the Queen is stuck by an illness and dies, leaving the King devastated. Luffy is neglected as the King attempts to find solace in the arms of women, eventually marrying a noblewoman named Boa Hancock who was well known as the most beautiful woman in the kingdom and as a hater of men that had made the King an exception. This exception did not apply to his son Luffy, however, so she declares that he is forbidden from being in her presence, a rule that is eagerly enforced by her sisters and guards. In fact, all of her followers go out of their way to make Luffy’s life miserable.

Years later Luffy has grown into a fine looking young man, still maintaining his innocence and cheerful attitude against all odds, when one of Hancock’s followers consults her magic mirror and finds that Luffy will soon surpass her to become the most charismatic person in the land. Determined to stop any from surpassing their Queen they hatch a plan to have him die in an unfortunate accident. Unfortunately for them Luffy had great instincts, and deftly avoided all of the traps that were set up for him around the castle. But the attempts became more and more serious, causing him to grow concerned. So before another plan could be put into place Luffy escaped the castle, not wanting to take any more risks that they might one day succeed.

He wandered through the nearby forest, completely ignoring all of the danger signs that had been placed at its entrance, in search of a place to stay in for a while. Who knew when those crazed fans would actually succeed in killing him? Unfortunately, in his rush to get out of the castle he had forgotten to steal some to take with him as his lunch and was now faint from hunger. And though he had been in the forest a number of times his sense of direction was not the best, so he was very lost. Luckily he stumbled his way to the home of the seven dwarves whom he had befriended in his previous adventures outside the castle. Zoro, Ussop, Sanji, Chopper, Franky, Brook, and Jimbe were all glad to see their precious friend again, but were concerned about his condition; it was very unusual for him to come to the forest so unprepared; he would have normally brought food at the very least. They decide to let Luffy stay with them until whatever is troubling him is resolved.

Unfortunately one of Boa’s followers is a proficient witch and is able to track Luffy down to the house in the forest and prepares a final attempt at his life, a poison apple that would trap him in endless sleep until he is kissed by a Prince. One of Boa’s sisters then disguises herself as an old woman and visits the cabin while the dwarves are away and gives Luffy the apple and watches him collapse. At the same time a cloaked figure watches the scene with concerned eyes and quickly mounts his horse to report back to his boss, he needs to know as soon as possible.

Hours later Prince Law of a neighboring kingdom is still muttering under his breath about his fears for Luffy being founded, no matter how many times Sachi and Penguin have accused him of being overprotective. Of course that beautiful idiot would have people trying to kill him. He’d been unable to forget the raven-haired prince since he had seen him all those years ago at one of his birthday celebrations, just a small boy with a beautiful smile, blissful innocence, and the desire to make Law his friend. He will always remember the warmth of the small hand that held his when he was pulled into joining Luffy’s ridiculous dance and the delightful giggle he received when he finally gave in.

So he was traveling deep into a supposedly cursed forest, hoping that he’d reach Luffy in time. By the time he reached the cottage Luffy’s comatose body had already been laid out on a bed and despite all of his knowledge of medicine (which he liked to study in his free time) he could not find a way to heal Luffy. As a last ditch attempt and a prayer Law leaned down and pressed his lips on those of his beloved before turning away in anguish, unable to look at his still form any longer. The seven dwarves joined him with their heads lowered in sorrow. Not seconds later Luffy began to stir, a yawn forming on his features, the resulting sounds alerting everyone in the room to his presence. He was soon covered in the overjoyed forms of his friends, who seemed determined to break his ribs in the act of making sure he was ok. Then he suddenly noticed the last figure in the room and wondered who he was. The white, furry hat and wild blue-black hair were giving him a sense of déjà vu, yet he couldn’t place where he remembered them from. But the minute their eyes met the memories came flooding back. The ball, Torao’s scowl, his desire to be closer to the other, and finally the moment he finally got him to smile.

The journey back to the castle allows the two princes to grow closer and when Law eventually finds the courage to confess Luffy immediately knows that he feels the same for Law, now that he has a name for the mysterious urge to always be around him and make him smile. When they reach the castle Law immediately confronts the King and reveals all of the plots of Boa’s followers which shocks the Queen as she had no idea this was going on. She decides to finally give Luffy a chance despite being a man and ends up becoming a doting mother, becoming perhaps a little too obsessed with her step-son. None of her followers dare harm Luffy after that. After this incident the King realizes how much he had been neglecting his son and promises to be there for him in the future. And he is more than happy to allow Law and Luffy to become engaged once he sees the love they hold for each other.

Sorry there wasn’t much romance, this ended up getting very long. ^^; I’m glad people seem to be enjoying my fairytale series, thank you for all the likes and comments. My ask box is open if you have a question or request (or just want to say hi) and authors are always welcome to write my ideas (just ask first). ^o^/

#LawLu #Story idea #Snow White #Fairytale #Both Law and Luffy are Princes

[onepieceimagines]

(This is an emergency request about molestation/sexual abuse from a mother. Due to some things that came up, I deleted the original request. This may help those who have been through this so I hope this helps someone out there at least.)

They had given you the chance to leave everything behind. The abuse, the ridicule, the judgement, everything... and you took it. They brought you along with them and you finally felt free. One thing that was heavy on your mind was the fact that your (now) crew were so accepting and looked out for each other, you felt down that you hid a part of your life from them. A very difficult part of your life but nonetheless you kept it to yourself. After building up your courage, you went to your crew members and told them, hoping that it didn’t change their view on you. You told them about your mother and how she had assaulted you for years, how you seeked help but were dismissed and called a liar, how your town basically shunned you and shamed you for it.

Monkey D. Luffy: Luffy’s an amazing captain. Completely reckless and sometimes a menace to himself but he had a big heart and loved all the members of his crew. He was pretty out of touch with serious things that didn’t interest him so you were nervous on how he was going to react when you dropped such important information on him. He had been sitting on the railing with Usopp and Chopper, fishing, when you walked over. You lightly tapped his shoulder and he grinned when he turned to look at you. 

“Hey!” A small smile lifted on your lips, his grins were always contagious. You gestured your head to the side, feeling your palms starting to sweat.

“I want to talk to you about something.” He blinked, already noticing how nervous you were. 

“Oh. Sure.” He gave his fishing pole to Usopp and hopped down, following you to somewhere more private on the ship. He plopped down on the cushions, his legs crossing on top and gripping his ankles, leaning forward as you sat across from him. “What’s up?”

“I...” You let out a breathless chuckle and ran a hand though your hair. “This... It’s kind of hard to talk about...” The rubber man just stared at you, patiently waiting for you to continue (probably understanding the severity of the situation).

You began from the very beginning, only sharing what you felt comfortable with sharing. Throughout your recollection, he was unnervingly quiet with his attention entirely on you. It was almost scary how your usually energetic captain hadn’t said a word. You took a breath, your body losing its stiffness once you let everything out. You shut your eyes and waited patiently for his response. When none came, you glanced up at him. 

You noticed that his fists where clenched against his ankles and his face was scrunched up. You could have sworn you saw smoke coming out of his ears from his face reddening.

“L-Luffy?” You murmured, hesitantly. A puff of air left through his nostrils as he declared proudly to you.

“It’s a damn good thing that we brought you with us! If we were still on your island, I would have- I would- Uh- I don’t know what I would have done but those idiots deserve it!” He exclaimed, fumbling for his words as his nostrils flared slightly. He puffed his cheeks and you could see how his whole body moved as he took a deep breath. A crooked smile lifted your lips.

“I didn’t want you to do anything about it, captain. I just wanted to tell you.” You confessed, watching him take another breath. His cheeks stayed puffed for a while until he grinned broadly.

“Well, you’ve got nothing to worry about from now on! I’ve got your back from now on! So does the crew! We’re your friends!” You felt another sting at your eyes and it took all you had in you to smile instead of crying from the relief.

“Thanks, Luffy... That’s what I needed to hear right now...”

Roronoa Zoro: Zoro was a bit more complicated. What seemed to peak his interest, on the surface, was booze, the occasional nap, training, and more booze. Looking closer, however, he did genuinely care for his crew but, for the sake of his pride, he wouldn’t show it. He was very observant as well. He knew there was something that you kept hidden but he must’ve deemed you harmless as he didn’t push you to tell him or the crew. 

He wasn’t surprised when you came up to him. He must have been waiting for you to be ready enough to tell everyone else on your own accord. He was surprised that you wanted to tell everyone privately, including him. He was training when you came up to him and he raised an eyebrow, his arms still swinging the weights. You went over and plopped down on the bench by the side, wringing your hands as he finished up his training, He grabbed a towel and plopped down next to you on the bench. A small smile twitched on your lips as you noticed that he cut his training short to hear what you had to say.

“Sorry for interrupting.” You muttered as he shrugged and wiped the sweat off his face.

“Must be important.” He was right. You weren’t the one to interrupt his training unless you had something important to say. You nodded and took a breath.

“It is. I would appreciate it if you would listen.” He grunted but you could see that he put his towel down and you knew that he had his full attention on you. 

You told him everything. Your voice shaking at some difficult parts when you spoke about your mother or the town. You could feel that his eyes were on you but, at the moment, your hands seemed to be more fascinating. When your voice wavered, he would put a hand on your shoulder until you found some strength in you to keep talking. When you were done, you could hear him take a breath.

“Must’ve been hard.” He said after a moment of silence. You nodded, mutely. You were more focused on trying to keep yourself from crying in front of him. He must have noticed because his next words surprised you. Look, you went through something that no one should, alright? I’m not gonna find you weak or anything if you cry or yell or scream. That’s the opposite of weak. That was a brave thing to just tell me.” He muttered, feigning annoyance but you could tell the undertone of admiration. You cleared your throat and rubbed your eyes, feeling a couple tears leak out.

“I just... I just want to thank you. You actually listened to me.” He put his hand on top of your head and ruffled your hair, a slight smile on his lips.

“That’s nothing you should be thanking me for.” You shook your head.

“I’m serious. I feel... safe here with you all...”

“You won’t have to be ridiculed anymore or hurt by someone that cares about you anymore, (Y/N). You’ve got us. If anyone does, you bet that we’ll beat some serious ass for you.” 

Cat Burglar Nami: Nami had her ups and downs. It did seem like she cared more for money over anything but you still found the good qualities in her. Due to your past, however, you kept your distance from her and Robin. She was the more direct one of the two and you felt a bit more intimidated when you were around her, leading to you avoiding her when you could. It wasn’t fair to the two of you so she was really surprised when you came up to her one day.

She was enjoying a cup of tea out on the deck at the small table. She thanked Sanji and watched as he literally skipped away. She was surprised when she saw you step her way, your hand rubbing your arm and your eyes glancing at anywhere but at her. She tried to hide how giddy she felt that you approached her.

“Hi there, (Y/N).” She chirped, making you smile slightly.

“Um... Hey, Nami. C-Can I join you?” She nodded and gestured to the chair across from him. 

“Of course!” You could see how she was buzzing in her seat as you sat down. This was a bit odd for you to do but you wanted to let everything out into the air. Especially to her. It wasn’t fair to her that you avoided her even though you were both on the same crew. She noticed how you bit your lip and how you tugged on the sleeves of your shirt. “Is... something on your mind?”

You let out a breathless chuckle and raised your head to timidly meet your eyes with her.

“I know that you’ve noticed that I’ve been avoiding you...” She nodded solemnly.

“I have. I... Did I do something wrong? Was it a bad first impression or something?” You shook your head and went back to playing with your fingers. You weren’t used to speaking with her for so long.

“It’s nothing like that... It really isn’t fair to you but the truth is...” You began your story. Your mother’s assault, the torment from your town, and your current confusion about your sexuality. All of it came tumbling out of your lips and it took everything in you to keep the tears from falling. You felt so vulnerable at the moment. You were putting all your pent up nerves on the table and you were far too nervous to hear her response. 

When she didn’t say anything, you urged yourself to look up. Your eyes widened as she had a tight grip on her cup of tea and there were tears falling from her eyes.

“Nami...?” A choked sob left her lips before she responded.

“What a poor excuse of a woman- I- What kind of people would do that instead of helping?!” She let out before taking breaths to calm down. She put her teacup down and rubbed at her eyes to urge herself to stop crying. She looked at you with determination in her eyes. “You won’t feel that way anymore! I swear it! If you need me to give you space, I will. If you need our support from now on, you’ve got it.” A small smile lifted on her lips as she took a napkin, handing it to you so you could wipe your tears away as well. “I promise. We’ll protect you.”

Sniper King Usopp: Usopp was one of the members that you connected easily with, that group included Luffy and Chopper. The innocence that all three of them held was something that you had the need to protect. Usopp wasn’t as brave as Luffy or as fluffy as Chopper but you admired the bravery he had when he squashed his fear. You hoped that he would be empathic and, even if he was a bit awkward at times, still accept you. You found him planting some seeds, possibly for an attack he’s working on, and you plopped down next to him. He jumped slightly at the unexpected company but smiled nonetheless.

“Hey, (Y/N). What’s up?” A small smile lifted your lips and you looked at where his hands where digging another hole.

“I wanted to talk to you. You look busy though...” He shook his head, putting a small seed into the new spot he just made.

“I can do two things at the same time. Go for it.” He said as he shuffled to the side and made another small plot. You took a breath and glanced over at him.

“You know how I don’t say anything about my past?”

“Yeah? I figured it was something you didn’t want to talk about.”

“... Well, I do now.” Without waiting for him to answer, you looked at the dirt in front of you and began the difficult story. All the bad memories came back up but you willed yourself to continue. You told him about your mother, the abuse you endured, how you reached for help yet no one believed you, and how your confused about your own sexuality. 

At some point in your story, you saw that his hands had stopped working on the garden and that he had turned fully to focus in on you. You could feel his eyes on you but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. After a shuddering breath,, you waited for how he would respond. You could see how he had raised his hand but he must have thought against it because his hand retracted to his lap again.

“That’s what’s been hanging over you this whole time?” He asked once he was sure that you were done telling your story. You took yet another shuddering breath and nodded.

“Yeah... I’m healing... Especially since I have you all now.” This time he raised his hand and placed it on your shoulder, making you look up into his eyes and smiling slightly at seeing the small grin on his face.

“Exactly. I may not be the bravest, let alone the strongest on the crew, but believe it when I say that I’m on your side.”

“I know. That’s why I’m comfortable enough to know that telling you guys will help me heal.” He nodded and patted your shoulder. 

“The fact that you trust us enough with something so personal and traumatic... Well, I’m sure that the crew will feel the same way as I do. Thank you for telling me something so difficult. You have anything else on your mind, you can come to me.” He smiled and held out some seeds to you. “Wanna help?” You smiled and nodded, helping him plant as well. You were just glad that he wasn’t treating you any differently.

Black Leg Sanji: Now, the blonde cook was a reaction you were afraid/nervous for. You knew his love for women and you were nervous at the fact that he would be like your town and think that you were in the wrong. You knew that Sanji was much more than what he led on but there was still that thought in the back of your head that he wouldn’t believe you either.

It was early in the morning and Sanji was already cleaning up the kitchen whiile also getting ingredients out for breakfast. You knew that that would be the only time you could catch him by himself. He turned to look at you when the door creaked open and he blinked, the smoke from his cigarette floating up to the ceiling.

“(Y/N)? Morning. What are you doing up already?” You took a seat on one of the benches and smiled slightly. 

“I wanted to uh talk to you in private.” You got out hesitantly. He must have noticed something from your voice, either the shakiness or the seriousness behind it. He went over and sat down on the bench across from you, bringing his ash tray along with him.

“Is that so? What about?” Your eyes glanced at the counter and looked back at him. He raised his eyebrow before looking at the counter. “Ah. I’ll work on breakfast in a couple of minutes. What you want to talk about seems serious.” You nodded slightly.

“It’s... It’s about my past...” You mumbled before you started the whole story from the beginning. You were hesitant when you came to the part of your mother abusing. From the corner of your eye, you could see how he took the cigarette out of his mouth and smothered the butt of it on the ashtray. You also noticed that he didn’t light another cigarette.

You told him about the ignorance of your town and how your claims were discarded from even the officials of your home. You also confessed to him about how you believed that your experience may be why you’re not sure of your sexuality. You also decided to tell him the worries that you had for telling him.

“You deserve honesty... I-I’m still nervous that you won’t believe me and that you’ll just disregard what I said just like my town...” You mumbled, your eyes glancing up to meet his visible one. He let out a soft sigh before running a hand through his hair.

“If I’d have known...” He shook his head and looked you straight in your eyes. “First off, I wouldn’t purposefully try to make you feel like you couldn’t tell me something so serious. Second, just like anyone on this ship, I’m on your side and I believe you.”

“You’re not mad at me?” You questioned. He shook his head, lighting another cigarette.

“There are evil people out there, women are included in that. I’ll take your side no matter what.” You felt a weight come off your shoulders as he said that, rubbing at your eyes as he smiled slightly and handing you a tissue that was on the counter.

Tony Tony Chopper: This little ball of sunshine brought the biggest smile on your face even when you had the darkest of days. The two of you were close as he was always finding a way to cling onto your leg or sit on your shoulders. You were the closest to him and you wanted to finally open up to him. 

You found him in the infirmary, working on some knew vaccines or medicines. You knocked on the door to catch his attention and he spun around in the chair that was way too big for someone his size but it made him even cuter. He smiled at you as he put a test tube down.

“(Y/N)! It’s rare to see you in here!” You smiled slightly and nodded, going over to sit in a chair by him but you stopped yourself from sitting. 

“Yeah. I could come back later if you’re busy?” You questioned but he shook his head and gestured to the chair.

“It’s okay. You can sit down. Something on your mind?” You nodded as you fiddled with your thumbs, feeling the nervousness bubble back up at what you were going to say.

“It’s important and I wanted to tell you...” He turned fully in his chair to face you. 

“What is it?” 

“It’s about my past...” He suddenly became quiet as his eyes trained on you.

“Are you sure?” His question made you smile slightly at the concern laced in his voice. 

“I’m sure...” You started from the very beginning. Even if Chopper had a childish air around him, you knew that if you censored yourself, he would just figure it out on his own. You told him about your mother, your town, and your own confusion right now about your sexuality. 

In the middle of your story, when you glanced up at him, he was biting his lip and holding back from outright sobbing. You could see that his eyes were filled with tears. Once you were done, Chopper slid down from his chair and went over to you, hugging your legs tightly. You were surprised at the sudden affection but, before you could say anything, 

“You don’t have to worry anymore, (Y/N)! You have friends that care for you a-and that will protect you! Like me! You won’t have to be afraid anymore!” He sniffled and a small smile made its way onto your lips.

“That’s all I needed to hear... Thank you, Chopper.” He looked up at you and the tears in his eyes contradicted the smile on his face.

“You’ve got us now! You don’t have to worry anymore! Okay?” You put your hand on top of his hand pet through his fur. 

Nico Robin: Robin was the calmer one of the two ladies but you were still hesitant on approaching her due to your past. After a rather tough fight with the marines, everyone was resting but you could see that there was a light coming out from the aquarium room. You stepped over and peaked in through the porthole to see Robin sitting on the seats and reading with a candle on the table in front of her, keeping her alit through the dark. 

You took a deep breath and nudged the door open so you could slip in. She must have heard you because she looked up and a polite smile crossed her face.

“It’s late, isn’t it, (Y/N)?” You nodded and went over to take a seat by her, giving enough space so that your anxiety wouldn’t build up.

“It is but I could say the same thing to you.” Her soft giggle filled the room and she moved the blanket on her lap to you. You were grateful that she didn’t touch you, your nerves calming down. You grasped the blanket and covered some of your own lap, realizing the fact that it was kind of chilly. 

“You have a good point.” The two of you stayed in silence for a little while. “Was there something on your mind?” You nodded. You knew from the beginning that she was observant so you wanted to tell her this and maybe with her help, you can be more comfortable around her and Nami. 

“I wanted to tell you... About my past...” She closed her book and laid it down on the table, smoothing out the blanket on her lap.

“I’m predicting that it’ll explain why you avoid Nami and I?” You nodded slightly. 

“Yeah... Something like that.” You started from the beginning about your mother and how she abused you, the help you looked for yet never got, how your town ridiculed and disregarded you, and how you weren’t sure about your own sexuality. She had stayed quiet for your whole story waited until you got everything out. You sniffled, not used to being so vulnerable in front of her. You felt a couple tears slip from your eyes. 

With her devil fruit, a hand grabbed the tissue box from across the room and placed it on the table. With her actual hand, she took a tissue and held it out to you. You took it and rubbed at your eyes.

“Sorry... I didn’t want to cry.” She shook her head and a soft smile was what she answered with.

“You don’t have to be ashamed of letting your feelings out. Especially with us. We’re your friends, (Y/N).” You sniffled and nodded. 

“I understand... I’m sor-”

“Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. That goes for your past as well. No one deserves what you went through and I know that the crew and I will support you.” You smiled slightly and nodded, taking another tissue from her.

Cyborg Franky: The usually positive robot always brought a smile to your face and he was especially empathetic to everyone. He might be a bit over the top but you knew that he would try to understand you the best he can. You made your way to below deck and looked for the cyborg. He had been working for a while on a new way of transporting small groups instead of taking the Sunny everywhere. A very secret project that he only mentioned to you. 

You stepped down the ladder to where he was covering his face with a metal plate as to not get any sparks flying from where his torch was hitting the metal. You kept your distance as to not get hurt from the sparks and cupped your hands around your mouth.

“Hey! Franky!” He must have heard you because he turned the torch off and moved the plate off his head. He looked in your direction and grinned.

“Hey! Sorry! Were you waiting long?” You shook your head and, once you deemed it safe to walk over, you sat down next to him.

“I just got here. How’s it going?” You asked, looking at the contraption in front of him that looked like a bunch of metal parts put together.

“It’s a work in progress.” He placed the torch and mask down, tinkering the screws with his hands. “You wanted to talk about something?” He turned to look at you when you stayed quiet. “Hmm?”

You took a breath before facing him, “I did. It’s rather important to me for you to know.” He nodded and fully turned to look at you, obviously sensing the seriousness in your voice and the stiffness of your body.

You started telling him from the beginning, unable to meet his gaze from the nervousness building up in your stomach. The words came out of your mouth hesitant and unclear but you wanted to put your trust in him and the crew. You went through each of your memories, no matter how painful, telling him how you were treated by your mother and the town. How your past still affects you and even has made you confused about your sexuality now. 

You heard sniffles above you and turned to look at the cyborg. There were tears going down his cheeks and, when he realized that you were done, sobs started coming out of his mouth. A slight smile lifted on your lips and you gently rubbed his arm.

“You okay?” You mumbled. He shook his head and rubbed at his eyes furiously.

“I-I should be asking y-you that!” Through his cries, his hand brought out the smaller hand installed in it and wiped his eyes with a tissue (unbeknownst to you how he got those tissues anyway). “Don’t worry now, (Y/N)! You’re safe now and you don’t have to worry about anything like that anymore!” 

“Thank you, Franky...” You mumbled, patting his arm again to try and calm him down from crying. He really was empathetic.

Dead Bones Brook: The happy-go-lucky skeleton wasn’t in the crew as long as everyone else but he still treated you and the others like he’s been a part of the crew for years. You treated him the same. With his musical talent, his melodies and joyful personality always managed to cheer you up. Once he relied his past to the crew, you knew that moment that you could trust him.

When the ship stopped for supplies, you volunteered to stay on the ship with Brook while everyone else went to get missing stock (or just explore, in Luffy’s case). You saw this as a good time to tell him after keeping it to yourself all this time. You stepped over to him as he was tuning his violin, the bow letting music out whenever it brushed against the stings. He spotted you and tipped his hat in your direction.

“Afternoon, (Y/N)-san.” You smiled at him and sat down on the railing next to where he was standing. 

“Afternoon, Brook.” He strummed a line of melody before looking at you, seemingly satisfied at the tune that came out from his, now, tuned violin. 

“Did you want to tell me something?” You blinked and looked up at him as he was smiling at you.

“How did you-?”

“We are friends but there must have been a reason as to why you wanted to be with me on the ship to keep watch.” You smiled slightly and changed your view to your shoes.

“Very observant.” You complimented while he chuckled softly, placing his violin down to let it lean against the railing. “There is something rather important that I wanted to talk to you about.”

That’s how you started your recollection, going from the beginning. About your mother, the mistreatment, the ridicule, and the confusion you feel right now. He showed you that he was listening with small hums and rubbing your shoulder when you had to pause for a breath or something. His soft mumbling of ‘it’s okay’ and ‘you’re in a safe place’ helped you get through it and you sighed softly once you were done. 

“Thank you for telling me.” He said, gently patting his bony fingers against your head. “I know it’s hard to deal with right now but just know that we won’t treat you any differently. You’re still our friend and we care deeply about you.” You breathed through your nose and smiled slightly, willing for the tears to not slip out. 

“Thank you, Brook...” He smiled and picked up the violin by his feet. 

“I can see that you’re still upset. How about a song?” You mutely nodded, looking up at him as he started playing at the sign of your nod. The melody immediately soothed your stiffness.

Trafalgar Law: At first glance, your captain seemed ruthless and uninterested in anything but personal gain. When you joined, however, you found that that wasn’t the case. He showed that he cared in very subtle ways but those small gestures spoke volumes to you. The crew treated you like family and you finally felt like you belonged. 

You were laying in the infirmary, eyes closed as you tried to fall asleep. You had caught a rather harsh fever after an incident where it lead to you falling into the ocean. You were scolded by your captain for doing something so reckless which led to him confining you to the infirmary until you got better. You heard the click of the door and you opened your eyes to look at that direction.

Law walked in, closing the door behind him and a glass of water in his hand. He went over and put the glass down next to you, glaring at you slightly.

“Didn’t I tell you to rest?”

“I can’t sleep.” He grunted before pulling a chair over to the side of the bed.

“Something’s bothering you. From previous experiences, when the crew gets sick, they’re happy to get rest.” He stated, taking the cold pack off your forehead and tossing it over to the side to refrigerate later. You smiled slightly and turned your gaze to the ceiling. Maybe it was time for you to get the weight off your shoulders. 

“You’re very observant... There is something.” You murmured. His gaze never left your face.

“If it’s important, just wait until you’re done with this fever.” You shook your head and took a breath.

“Might as well, right? I’d like to sleep...” You said before taking another deep breath to collect your thoughts.  It was now or you would lose your nerve.

Before you even realized it, the words tumbled out of your mouth from the very beginning. From your parents to just your mother, to the abuse, to the town that you live in, and how they turned what happened to you against you. You didn’t realize that the tears were slipping from your eyes from the pain behind the memories. Your captain was quiet through the whole story, getting up halfway to get a towel and wipe not only the tears but the sweat from your fever from your face. When you were done, he placed another fresh cold pack on your forehead.

“Don’t put stress on yourself.” He muttered. His usually narrowed eyes were softened and had a hint of kindness in them. “You can rest easy now. You won’t have to go through that ever again while I’m around. From now on, just rest and focus on getting this fever over with.”

Red Hair Shanks: You almost let out a yelp when an arm was swung around your shoulders and there was a weight against your side. You immediately relaxed once you heard the familiar laugh of your captain. It was already late in the night and most of the crew was already sleeping out passed out from the drinks. You glanced at your captain and took the beer mug out of his hand, after he almost spilled it all over you. 

“Why don’t you drink with me, (Y/N)?!” He chirped, pouting out when you put the mug down.

“You’ve had enough, Shanks. You should rest like everyone else.” He let out a puff of air and plopped down next to you.

“I guess.” He looked at your expression and raised an eyebrow. “Something bothering you?” Your body stiffened and you turned your attention to dumping the beer from the mug down on the ground. He was always so damn observant.

Nights when the crew would go drink or have rowdiness reminded you of a family and it only led to you thinking to your past which always made you down in the dumps. You tended to stay out of the way, eventually appearing to help those who had a little too much to drink some water or finding them somewhere to rest. 

“You could say that.” You murmured, grabbing a mug and filling it up with water. When he took the mug in his hand, he still looked over at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Did something happen?” You could see how his eyes suddenly darkened and narrowed. “Did someone do something to you from town?” You quickly shook your head and put your hand lightly on top of his shoulder.

“No, no. I was just thinking about the past. You don’t have to get all protective.” He seemed to relax before downing the water in his mug.

“That’s good. You’re family now. No one will mess with you while we’re around.” He stated after he was done with the mugful of water. You felt a familiar sting to your eyes and brought your gaze away from him.

“I... I understand.” He noticed your gaze and gently wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side and pointing at the crew, some were passed out and others were enjoying even more drinks. 

“Look. I trust these guys with my life.” He lightly pointed his finger where your heart was and grinned at you. “And now, you’re a part of this crew so that goes for you too. With what happened to you in your past, doesn’t change the fact that we all care about you and that we’ll protect you.” He moved his hand to ruffle your hair, not pointing out the tears in your eyes. “You’re safe now.”

Benn Beckman: Benn was surprised when you looked at him for comfort to your distress. Usually, Shanks was the one that everyone went to for advice or comfort since he was much more approachable. But just because this was a first for him, it didn’t mean that he would toss you aside. He found you crying to yourself in the supply room. He ushered you out and led you to one of the cabins that was empty and somewhere you could have some privacy.

You rubbed at your eyes, urging yourself to stop crying. You didn’t want to burden anyone with your inner turmoil but it looked as if your luck wasn’t with you today. You found yourself sitting on Benn’s bed, looking at your lap as he had went to go do something. You stiffened and raised your head when you heard the door to the cabin open and close with a click. It was Benn and he was holding a tray with two cups of tea. He placed it down on the nightstand and handed you a cup. You took it and your hands immediately felt warmed from the glass. The bed dipped when he sat down next to you and took his own cup. The two of you sat in silence while you drank the tea from your glass.

“Looks like it worked.” You jumped slightly, a bit startled at his sudden comment and you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“Worked?” You winced at your own voice cracking slightly. He either didn’t notice or he wasn’t going to bring it up. 

“Tea usually helps to calm down the body while also adding health benefits. That’s what people say anyway.” He stated, taking another sip of it. “It worked for you, technically. You’re not crying anymore.” You suddenly did realize that he was right and rubbed at your eyes, noticing how puffy they felt and how tired you suddenly were.

“Right... Can you not say anything to everyone about me crying?” He raised an eyebrow at this and took your empty cup away to put back on the tray.

“If that’s what you want, but there’s nothing wrong with crying. You’ve seen Shanks cry over booze when he’s drunk before.” He cracked a small smile when you let out a breathless chuckle. He suddenly turned to look at you and there was a sense of seriousness behind his gaze. “If I’m not intruding... Why were you crying?”

You rested your hands on your knees and shut your eyes. Benn was nice and he didn’t have anything that made your guard up so maybe you could rely on him. That’s what you were thinking before starting from the beginning. Your voice cracked at some parts and you wanted to curse yourself for feeling the tears coming back up. He was quiet, like always, during your retelling and, from just him listening, you already felt better. He didn’t even say anything else once you were done, just rubbing your back and letting you cry it out like you needed. He was there to listen to you.

Eustass Kid: You actually didn’t tell Kid on your own terms and that’s what frightened you the most. He asked you to join his crew after being impressed by your fighting ability and you were more than happy to leave the town you were currently residing in. Too many bad memories. You walked along with the crew through your town, your head ducked down at hearing all the whispering comments about you. It must have started to annoy your new captain because he scowled and grabbed the nearest citizen by their collar and held them up.

“The hell you all whispering about?!” He growled out, the person paling at the demand. Your eyes widened as you recognized that the person was a police official and knowing what was about to come from that person’s mouth.

“Uh, Kid, shouldn’t we get going? You did say we were in a rush, after all.” You wanted to congratulate yourself for getting through your sentence and not stuttering, even though your fear was starting to show itself. He only spared you a glance before looking at the person.

“I’m going to get answers. What the hell was that about?” He glared at the person in his hand and said person let out a slight whimper at the intimidating men behind Kid as well. 

You wanted to cover your ears and curl up somewhere as the person spewed insults and condemned you for what happened with your mother. You chose to look down and willed yourself to not listen. You didn’t want Kid to question your strength or think of you as weak. From the short amount of time you’ve met him, you knew that he hated weak people and you hoped that he wouldn’t see you weak even after he knew the truth. What you didn’t notice was that while the townsperson continued rambling on, Kid was getting much angrier. 

You jumped slightly as you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to look at the owner of it. Killer motioned with his head for you to look up. You turned to look at Kid and your eyes widened at how angry he looked.

“Shut up!” He finally shouted, startling the man in his grip. “Quit spewing this crap!” 

“But he-” Before he could finish his own sentence, Kid tossed him away, not caring where he landed. The townspeople that were witnessing cowered in fear at Kid fuming in front of him. Killer must have sensed the murderous intent his captain was leaking as he stepped forward.

“Captain, let’s get going.” The red head grumbled under his breath before reluctantly agreeing and starting his path back to the ship.

“(Y/N)!” You jumped at the sound of your name and caught up to him, yelping in surprise when he threw his arm around you.

“K-Kid?”

“This is why I hate officials the most. Justice my ass. They failed you but we won’t, got that?” He uttered, making you look at him in surprise. After a second of thinking, you nodded and let him lead you.

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