#[ about being a pirate about leaving the marines its not often but its not a thought thats a stranger but just.

[portgasmalia]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎

﹙featuring: eustass kid, trafalgar law, cat burglar nami, flame emperor sabo & reader﹚ ﹙theme: heartwarming fluff﹚

eustass 'captain' kid

between the famous names of the worst generation, the notorious captain of the kid pirates became known for his cruel and highly temperamental behavior. a glance in his direction provoked the male, the smirk on his face while murdering the ones that laughed about him and his dream almost a sadistic curve. so when one day, he suddenly started to show a tad of affection towards you while being in public, it was difficult to believe for anyone who knew the redhead. ever so often, his deep red lips puckered and connected with your forehead. a simple but sweet gesture, a peck leaving stains of his lipstick on your soft skin. for you, you loved the affection. for kid, it was a chance to promise you that he would return from anywhere, return back to you, without making a fool out of himself for stuttering through unidentified words. it also became the showcase of his love for you whenever he had a bad day and couldn’t stop the mood swings from provoking another fight. screaming orders across the deck of the victoria punk, and while stomping past you, an almost too light peck to your forehead to tell you, he was not mad at you.

trafalgar d. water law

he hated the staring eyes of people, watching closely how his hands grabbed your waist, or how your lips lingered a second too long on his. he never had to experience those longing glances or drooling faces while giving you his attention, it merely happened while fighting. but it taught him to keep his relationships behind closed doors, hiding his weaknesses for his and their own good. so law tried his best to spend time with you, without giving too much pda away. when you wanted to take a nap, he asked for you to sleep on the couch in his office while he can go over documents and books. when the blue sky above was cloudless, and the sun stretched its warmth for miles, and you decided to bath in the rays, law would take a seat in the colder shadows beside you with as always a book in his hand. you did not need to talk. when you went into town go grab bags of ingredients for the journey to the next island? don’t bother to ask anyone for company because law would already walk by your side. law was not the person to shout out his feelings, or to clearly showcase what feelings bubbled up in his stomach. yet, the emotionless facade dropped when you stepped into his sight, and the corners of his mouth lifted.

cat burglar nami

oh there was no need to lie. the temperamental orange-haired loved the glimmering, golden coins enough to call them her babies and easily switch moods if someone dared themselves to try and steal the smallest amount of her treasure. yet, being with you slightly changed her opinion about the berry hidden in her room. she loved them but nami loved you more and quickly found a good way of spending some. if by chance there would be an island where the marine soldiers would not be already waiting at the dock, the navigator used the time of not running away to stroll through the villages and towns. gathering ingredients with sanji, finding another pile of clothes with robin but most importantly, exploring the expensive jewelry shops to find a suitable gift for you. a bracelet, or maybe a necklace, even if you already had more than ten and couldn’t wear them all at once. nami always brought you a little present from the island, and hell, yes, it might have seemed like she wanted to buy your love but any given time, you would raise a brow and open your mouth when she handed you another present. nami assured you that it did not matter, your love was more valuable than any amount of berry, with a kiss to the cheek.

flame emperor sabo

as the second in command of the revolutionary army, sabo is always a busy man. running missions, bringing up plans, talking behind closed doors with the fearless leader dragon. since his schedule for private activities is cut short, sabo found a way to assure you, he thought about you and loved you dearly. the gentle touches of his slender fingers around your waist, when he had to squeeze past you, slowly and carefully pushing you aside. his arm around your waist when you stood next to each other, mostly his flat hand sprawled out on the curve of your back and drawing sweet shapes with his fingertips. while being in a conversation with him, sabo will casually reach out for you, caressing the flustered spot on the span of your cheeks. just because you're so beautiful to him, so precious and he's always asking himself how he deserves your love. it was never much of pda, mainly because sabo had to remain a respected person with the position he earned himself. in such a world filled with enemies and the marine, who worked against almost everyone who admired freedom, those little touches offered hope and happiness. especially since you were the only one who knew how warm the flame emperor’s calloused fingertips were without the brown gloves.

credit goes to portgasmalia.

[invye]

Mihawk does not fly a Jolly Roger on Hitsugibune.

I don't know why I never noticed it before, but now that I did I can't stop thinking about it. I don't think we have seen the black sails unfurled before, so it might be hidden there, but that seems unlikely. The fact that Mihawk doesn't fly a Jolly Roger of his own results in a very different interesting thought:

What if Mihawk does not consider himself a pirate?

(extended ramblings under the cut)

He's not denying it of course, after all he's got a bounty, travels the seas and is the feared Marine Hunter. But he also doesn't bother flying a Jolly Roger, he doesn't want a crew nor a captain, his boat is barely a better raft that's not meant for any other than himself and probably only manages to brave the treacherous whims of the Grand Line due to its owner's sheer willpower and sailing skill.

So now I'm thinking we might have things the wrong way around. Maybe Mihawk is not an enemy of the Marines because he is a pirate. He is a pirate because he is an enemy of the Marines.

Whatever happened in his past that shaped him, I believe is also the reason he got the Marine Hunter epithet in the first place. He went on a literal hunt for the Marines, maybe for revenge, maybe for something else, leaving nothing behind but blood and death. The sailing is a natural consequence, after all, most of the Marines can be found at sea.

So the Marines brand him as a pirate, give him a title and a bounty. And Mihawk doesn't care to correct them. He doesn't care at all besides where to find his next fight, doesn't bother with a Jolly Roger or anything else. He's here to fight and kill and become the World's Strongest Swordsman.

Maybe things change a little over time, leading up to him attending Gold Roger's execution. He's there to pay his respect, not as a fellow pirate, but rather as a fellow fighter, a fellow enemy of the Marines. Mihawk doesn't care about the treasure or the One Piece, but he respects Roger for what he's done, for the challenge he had presented to their shared enemy for so long.

But that day he may for the first time begin to understand what it truly means to be a pirate, as he observes how all of the pirates around him scamper and run and yell and go forth to search for Roger's treasure. He observes the beginning of a new era from his position of being vaguely on the sidelines but not truly separate.

Later, when he meets and duels Shanks, being considered a pirate doesn't just not bother him, but he somewhat embraces it. Not fully, he will refuse to join Shanks' crew no matter how often he asks, and he still can't be bothered with the Jolly Roger, doesn't consider himself a captain either, but he has embraced the freedom to do as he pleases.

Mihawk joins the Warlords because he's getting tired of fighting not even mediocre Marines. He's stopped truly hunting them ages ago, ever since he has Shanks to give him a true challenge. But thanks to his title, now the Marines hunt him instead. Garp especially becomes annoying now that he hasn't got Roger to chase to occupy his time anymore. Mihawk doesn't understand why Garp decides to make him his next target, but it takes only so many deliberate near misses of canon balls lobbed at Hitsugibune until Mihawk answers Garp's yelling of "HAWKEYES!!! JOIN THE WARLORDS!!!" with a grumpy, near silent "Fine." (He had already planned to join just for his peace. It's definitely not because of Garp being annoying.)

If by some miracle anyone hadn't considered Mihawk to be a pirate before, joining the Seven Warlords of the Seas makes it official. Mihawk continues exactly the same way he's done before, goes where he pleases, duels Shanks, maybe occasionally shows up for a Warlord meeting to sip wine and observe the drama.

The world may have decided that he is a pirate for him, whether he considered himself as such or not, and honestly at this point? Sure. Why not. Pirate he is.

Mihawk still doesn't bother with a Jolly Roger.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

may i ask for strawhats with a reader thats like madeline hatter from ever after high or just simply the mad hatter?

-Growing up you could remember so many people calling you odd or strange, but you weren’t, you were just Y/N- bright, colorful, and a bit mad, but then again, everyone was!

-Where you grew up, nothing made sense, everything was wacky, mad, and impossible, but that’s what made your home so wonderful~

-When you made the decision to leave home to explore the world, your family supported you, making you promise to send letters and visit often, which you had no issues doing.

-Armed with your bottomless handbag and umbrella that you used like a boat, you set off for adventure and new experiences.

-And you found them on a pirate ship of all places, with your new crew, the Straw Hats! They found you on an island, having a tea party, but with your tea set, everything would float around, including you!

-When Luffy and the crew entered the clearing, you beamed brightly as you floated on by, “Hello new friend~ please join me for a wonderous tea-party!”

-Zoro, Franky, and Jinbei didn’t really know what to make of this situation, but Chopper and Luffy were quick to rush in, grabbing teacups and drinking down the tea so they started to float, cheering loudly as you giggled, swimming on by.

-Robin and Nami went next, then Usopp and Brook, all of them joining you in the air as you floated on by, twirling Chopped by his hoof, making him squeal.

-Robin spoke to you, “You don’t seem bothered by Chopper or Brook? Have you seen other odd things?” you looked a bit confused, “Odd? I don’t think they’re odd at all, a talking reindeer and a talking skeleton- how -hehe- mad!”

-Zoro commented that you had a few screws loose to which you floated over to him, handing him a cup of tea, “Everyone has loose screws, but missing screws is when I’d worry, that would mean something’s about to break!”

-His eyelid twitched as Sanji floated on by, feeling so weightless, “But if you’re too scared to join us~” they were quickly fighting after Zoro drank down the tea.

-Jinbei and Franky took someone handing them a cup as well and they joined as Franky floated by you, “This is SUPER awesome!!” which made more cheers ring out.

-Jinbei felt a little odd, floating in the air, “This isn’t like floating in water.” You hugged him around his neck, beaming, “Floating in water or floating in air, all that matters is what it does to your hair!”

-You were so unique and fun, Luffy didn’t even hesitate to invite you to join his crew and you immediately accepted, after taking a sip of tea, like you were pondering it, which made him and some of the others laugh.

-Marines and enemies didn’t know what to make of you, with your riddles, your odd way of talking and moving, and they weren’t expecting your bottomless bag to be sentient, chasing after them like a rabid honey badger, snarling and baring its previously unseen teeth.

-Sanji and Nami had been terrified, seeing this, until it came over to you after chasing everyone away and you patted it on the top, like it was a dog, “Good boy Jeoffrey! I hope you didn’t eat too many of them, you’ll spoil your dinner!”

-Luffy begged you to let him see what was inside Jeoffrey, and you agreed, taking his hand and you immediately leapt up and the two of you were promptly swallowed.

-Inside it was like a rabbit hole, spiraling columns of different patterns, colors, and textures, playing cards, desserts, tea sets, strange creatures all floated around, as you both floated down and down.

-At the very bottom was a door, but it was much too small for the two of you to fit inside, so you grabbed a pair of nearby floating bottles, handing Luffy one.

-His eyes went huge as he watched you shrink down to the perfect size, and he did the same, immediately shrinking, letting out a cheer as you both headed to the door.

-Luffy was stunned when you both went through the doorway, being spat out by Jeoffrey as you laughed warmly, enjoying the little adventure while Luffy started to ramble and gush on what he had seen.

-You promised to take the others in, a few at a time, later, as Jeoffrey needed his afternoon nap. You carried your bag like it was a cat, now snoring loudly, inside so it would sleep peacefully.

-You were a weirdo surrounded by weird things, but you were their weirdo, and that was the best compliment you had ever received, other than someone telling you that your hat looked nice!

[writingmysanity]

Commit to the Bit (2)

Pairing: Sanji x Fem!baker

Word count: 4445

TW: slight violence. Jeff is a jerk and Sanji kicks him out... literally. Peter is an angel.

AN: Sorry this took so long to get out! Holiday, Family, Kids field trips, unplanned.. everything. Of course it all happens at once lol. There *will* be a part 3. Thank you so much for all of the love on part one, it really brings me so much joy to know you guys love them as much as I do.

<<part one part three>>

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Morning comes sooner than you wished it to, earning a soft groan as you roll yourself out of bed. The far too close cry of your neighbor's rooster, who you've found often decides to scream whenever it pleases, startles you as it stands outside of your window as it does every morning. Yelping, you slip from the side, landing painfully on your butt as your blankets fumble to the floor around you.

For a moment, there is silence as he peers in the window, eyes locked on you as you stare back, eyes heavy with sleep.

“Can I not have one morning of peace?” you growl out, narrowing your eyes. At this, the creature squawks at you before bounding off from the ledge. As if congratulating itself on a job well done, you can hear it babbling to itself all the way back to its coop. Huffing, you push yourself to your feet slowly, tossing your blankets back onto the bed before moving to get your day started. 

It isn't long before you are standing before the bakery, keys in your hand, limbs heavy with the sleep you wish you had gotten. The warm night does nothing to aid in waking your sleeping thoughts, your body moving purely on auto pilot. 

“Good morning,” you hum to the body waiting for you by the door as you approach. “You’re on time.” you can't say you aren't surprised. This is an ungodly hour to most on a good day, but you had stayed up entirely too late the night before, conspiring with the strawhats on how this will play out, and what the plan will be. 

He seems almost offended that you expected him to be late, but sighs. 

“I get up this early every day,” he grouches a bit, pressing the door open once you unlock it, motioning for you to go in first as he holds it open. You pause, offering him a small, sleepy smile. 

“Thank you.” your voice is barely above a whisper, but you know he can hear you. He nods with a small smile of his own. 

“You’re welcome,” he says quietly back as you both wander into the bakery. You automatically start into your morning chores – sweeping, placing the chairs down from the table tops, wiping down the countertops. Sanji falls into step around you, helping you settle the heavier things properly, even if you didn't need the help. He just waved off your protests on being able to do it yourself with a smile. 

“Just because you can do it by yourself, doesn't mean that you should.” he stated clearly after Angie had left for the morning, as if it had been the most obvious thing in the world. Without another word, he moves to wipe down the various panes of glass around the shop, muttering about dirty pirates leaving scuff marks. 

As the morning drags on, his quiet quips continue, each one earning a huff from you as you work to keep your laughter to yourself. Though, the shake of your shoulders gives you away each time. 

You don't catch the way his eyes light up at the motion until later. 

Sanji is, of course, wonderful in the kitchen. You had hoped as much after learning about his culinary roots. This, of course, caused a slight problem for you both as you had to utter a sentence you never thought you'd have to say as you eye the way Marines continue to hover outside your door.

“Ruin the pastry, Rudy,” you hiss quietly at him when a few patrons come barreling through the doors. Sanji looked how you felt – scandalized. It hurts your heart to think of the wasted dough, but you have already put entirely too much into this bit. The unfortunate truth being, you can't let his own talent ruin it. He is still standing at his post in the kitchen, dumb founded, when you are whisked away to fill more orders. 

“Hello!” you sing everytime. “Welcome in.” 

You can feel his eyes on you, though you ignore the sensation. On more than one occasion, he has meekly brought you a ruined platter, eyes large and upset. You know he is upset at having to ruin a dish, something he never thought he would aim to do in his wildest dreams. In fact, it seems he is currently living his worst nightmare. Yet, he sells it well, whispering apologies when he “thinks” the current patron isn't paying attention. 

“What did I do wrong on this one?” he sighs, knowing full well what went wrong. 

Sabotage. 

The customer before you is quick to assure him with a smile. “It takes time, young man,” she states clearly, her smile turning teasing as her eyes turn to you. “You should have witnessed the dishes this one was turning out when she first started.” flushing, you wave her off with a pout.

“We don't talk about my apprentice days,” you huff, looking down at the pastry. Sanji does his best to keep the amusement from his expression. “I'll meet you in the kitchen here in just a moment and we can figure it out together” you offer patiently. He just nods, ducking back into the kitchen with one final glance at you that you don't catch, but your customer does. 

“But of course,” she muses, eyes twinkling in the bright morning light. “He’d perhaps make fewer mistakes if he could keep his eyes on what he is doing.” you raise an eyebrow at her as you finish wrapping her pastries. 

“Hm?” she just snickers. 

“It’d take a blind man to miss how he looks at you dear,” she hums delightedly. “And dare I say, you could do so much worse.” her tone turns almost sour as Jeff walks through the door, earning an amused huff from you as you hand her the wrapped package. 

“Thank you, Marie. It is always a pleasure to see you,” you say softly as she places a hand over yours with a wink and a nudge towards the kitchen before she turns to glower at the tall man standing behind her attempting to earn your attention through his normal antics. The huffs and whines do little but irritate you as he continues to wait impatiently, scuffing his boots on the panels that Sanji had painstakingly cleaned that morning. 

Oh he was going to hate that.

Marie stalls as long as she can, a mischievous smile stretched across her face as she listens to Jeff’s attempts to gather your attention to him grow louder and more frequent. You continue to answer her questions, your own amusement sparkling in your eyes as you watch her enjoy herself in irritating the man. 

“Well,” she finally calls slightly louder than she had been talking, after killing another five or so minutes asking various questions about the cooking processes and local yields. “You have been so hospitable, dear.” she hums happily, listening to Jeff grunt behind her in irritation. Even he wouldn't be rude enough to cut the woman off, being one of the few local elders left on the island. “Thank you for indulging an old lady.” 

You smile brightly, nodding to her, laughing softly. 

“You are always welcome, Marie.” you state softly. “Any of your curiosities, I am always happy to indulge in.”

Jeff, surprisingly, waits until she is out of the door before approaching the counter. His face is contorted somewhere between elation and mild annoyance, his smile twisting slightly as he says nothing at first. 

When you don't move to grab anything, he huffs. 

“Are you not going to get my order?” you raise an eyebrow at his tone, rough and harsher than usual as his smile twists down slightly. 

“You haven't ordered anything yet,” you answer, voice tight. You're proud of yourself when you manage to keep the smile on your face. 

“I order the same thing every time,” he insists, the elation falling from his face as the annoyance twists at his brows.

“I figured you wanted to try something new after not even touching the tart I fed you yesterday.” you raise an eyebrow. He may irritate you, but you haven't ever done more than turn down his advances and do your job. Perhaps it is your own restlessness of the situation you have put yourself in, the exhaustion from your late night, or the fact that he has spent the better part of the last 10 minutes acting like a spoiled child, but you can't seem to find it in you to placate his feelings at the moment. You watch as his jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing for a moment in thought. 

That would be a fair assessment for any other person, he deems. But you should know better.

And to be fair, you do. But you can't find it in you to care. 

“My normal,” he grouches, setting the coins on the counter top this time. The piles leave his hand, only half of them stacking into the nice piles he normally leaves while the rest skitter across the glass top. “Please.” he adds almost as an afterthought as he turns to settle into his seat next to the window. 

Without much more thought, you move to fill his order – a cup of coffee and a strawberry tartlet. 

The movements are almost routine, fluid in a way that is born out of years of repeated motion and muscle memory. Like every other day, you can feel his eyes on you, tracing your every move. Swallowing your urge to wretch, like you do every time, you turn with a small smile, moving to his side, placing his order before him. 

“Here you go,” you state, immediately moving to turn and walk away. Instead, like many times before, his fingers wrap around your wrist, keeping you from leaving his side. 

“When are you going to stop playing hard to get?” his earlier irritation bleeds through, though much more pronounced. The sting of being ignored and your general lack of excitement to see him finally coming to a head in his mind. When you move to pull your hand from his hold, his fingers tighten painfully, earning a small yelp. The noise startles him enough that his grip loosens just enough for you to snatch it from his hold, cradling it to your chest. 

“That hurt,” you hiss, rubbing the tender muscles there. The noise, unfortunately, caught the attention of the blond in the kitchen because he is coming out of the doors, concerned words dying on his lips, as Jeff is starting in on his response. 

“It's your own fault,” he snarls, reaching for you again. “If you'd just stop with your games, I would have already had you in my bed.” This time, his hand is knocked away as Sanji wedges himself between the two of you. 

“That is no way to talk to a lady,” the taller man growls, the timbre reverberating in his chest as he simultaneously presses closer to Jeff and gently pushes you further behind him, the heat of his glare making you shudder. Jeff is halfway to his feet when he recognizes the man before him, though sanji doesn't seem to care about that fact at the moment. If looks could kill, Jeff would have been obliterated several times over, seared into the earth with nothing more than ash left to be whisked away by the wind accompanied by the memory of his existence.

“I refuse to take advice from a pirate,” he spits the word, tone dripping with poison. “This matter doesn't concern you.” 

“Not a pirate,” you grouse, trying in your own stupor to keep up the charade. 

“You made it my business when you hurt her,” Sanji’s voice is steady, the chill of his words seeming to lower the temperature of the building, making you shiver. Nose to nose, neither man seems to want to back down. And you are quite certain of who would win, given it became physical. 

“Rudy,” you rasp, tugging at his arm lightly. “He isn't worth it.” you can already feel the emotions bubbling up. The pain in your wrist is little more than a dull throb, but you find it doesn't bother you nearly as much as the thought of the man in front of you getting hurt, or worse, killed, because of the trust fund man-baby before him. 

He allows you to tug him back, his eyes never straying from Jeff’s as he steps back enough to allow the man passage towards the door. Jeff snorts a laugh, lips tugging up in a mocking smirk. 

“Listening to a woman,” he huffs, shaking his head. “How pathetic.”

“Not nearly as pathetic as being unable to take the word no the first time,” Sanji bites back, lips curling into a smile, though it reads much more as a warning. His snarl hardens the gesture far too much for it to be anything but a threat. “At least I don't need to lay hands on a woman to prove I'm a man.” 

Slowly, then all at once. 

You almost don't see the way Jeff’s arm raises, his fist making contact with Sanji’s chin, a snarl on his lips. Automatically, you swing between them, a hand coming to rest on each of their chests in a weak attempt to separate them. Sanji does nothing to push past you, but Jeff tries to lunge forward again. His weight agitates your injured wrist, a resounding yelp tearing through the otherwise silent space. Without warning, you are moved. Sanji’s arm wraps around your shoulders as he brings you securely into his side. 

Before Jeff is able to make a move again, Sanji growls, kicking his body away from you. 

“Get out,” even Jeff is able to read the warning in his words, the unspoken promise lying just underneath, as his body crashes to the floor. He skitters through the door, not bothering to look back. Sanji doesn't move for several moments after the glass stops shaking from the force of the way Jeff had slammed it in his haste. It Isn't until you move to pull away from him that he stops glaring at the door, his arm tightening slightly over your shoulders for a moment before he relaxes enough for you to take a step back. 

When you move to reach for his face, the angry mark already beginning to blister purple and blue, he takes your hand gently with a shake of his head. 

“I am fine.” he insists, gently tugging your injured wrist into his hand. He cringes when you whimper at his tug, immediately apologizing. His fingers are gentle as he inspects it. “It isn't broken.” he states quietly, thumb rubbing soothing circles just below the blooming bruises of your own. 

“That’s something, I suppose,” you sigh, bringing your wrist to your chest again, cradling it there. He nods with a frown, gently ushering you into the seat as he busies himself with going to find the first aid kit he saw in the kitchen earlier that morning. You had barely enough time to fully process that he was gone before he was back, kneeling before you. Flipping the lid open, he rummages around until he finds some wrap he deems sturdy enough. 

“May I?” 

You don't hesitate to rest your wrist in his hands, watching quietly as he wraps it slowly. He is careful to keep it from being too tight, but tight enough to give the support you need. It's silent for several moments before he speaks up again. 

“How long has he been bothering you?” sighing heavily, you lean back in the seat, twisting your arm to inspect his handy work. It's clean, precise, and obviously well practiced. You don't look at him as you trace over the bandages, barely able to even feel the pressure of your fingertips through the wrap. 

“Years,” you admit. “Though, this is the first time he has gotten so physical.” 

He is silent as you sit there, allowing the moment to swallow you whole. You had never broached the subject with anyone, not even your father. Deep down, you knew it wasn't just Jeff’s forward tendencies or childish ways that made you uncomfortable. Sure, they didn't help, but they weren't the reason for placating the man's feelings for all this time. 

There was always a threat, a quiet red flag waving in the distance in the back of your mind when you were alone with him. 

Sanji doesn't say anything, he doesn't push where he already knows the answer. Sighing, he offers you a smile, soft and kind – heavy with understanding. And you hate it. 

“Perhaps you can help me understand what I did wrong with that pastry now?” he offers, standing slowly, offering you the hand that isn't holding the first aid kit. He is offering you a distraction, a way out of the spiraling thoughts weighing on you. Sighing, you nod.

“Okay.”

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The rest of the day is calm, if not slightly awkward. Customer after customer filing in, seeing both of your states and immediately trying to figure out what happened and who would do such a thing. 

Some routine customers, patrons who live on the island, many are pirates who Sanji is heavily debating on if he should feed them Jeff’s name to let them deal with him. You are beloved, more so than you seem to realize as you just file around with a smile.

“Who did it?” one pirate asks, gruff and glowering as his eyes narrow on your wrist. As if sensing the topic, your head whips around, eyes zeroing in on Sanji with a slight pinch to them – a quiet warning that neither man misses. The pirate snorts, taking the neatly wrapped package from Sanji sending the blond man a motion. 

Later. 

Because of your wrist, Sanji has taken to doing all of the wrapping. And the lifting. And the stirring. 

At one point, you find yourself sitting and pouting at the counter like a dejected child. Your regulars chuckle at your antics, watching and admiring how well Sanji seems to have picked up the slack, swirling around you like a one man band.

He's doing the cooking, cleaning, baking – with your careful instruction – and often tending to the customers while you sit and watch. You hate how flawlessly he takes over, turning the quiet, calm atmosphere into something much more lively and brilliant. A change that many seem more than happy to lean into. His energy is quite infectious, despite the deep love for your gentle, quiet, care. 

One 

He counts to himself as he spins from one table to the other, placing a plate before the patrons with a grin and flourish as he spins away. 

Two

He sends a smile and a non-committal wink to the lovely older woman before him, earning a girlish giggle from her. The attention makes her feel the need to smooth her hair back, to check to make sure her appearance is in order. He and her husband chuckle as he sends the man a nod – a silent gesture that he means no harm. The older man just grins. 

“Blushing, honey?” The comment deepens her flush, earning a whack and a jovial laugh from the three of them. 

Three 

He finds himself nearly spinning himself into the wall to keep from toppling on top of the over exuberant body that flings through your door. Laughter echoes around you from the various tables as Sanji sputters to a stop with a confused pinch of his brows, and Peter finally finds himself settled before you with a grin. Laughing along with them, you put your hands out to steady the small body. 

“Peter!” you laugh, allowing the boy to fall into your arms happily. “You’re early for lunch” you coo. He tries his best to look sheepish, though it falls short. You don't catch how Sanji softens at your exchange with the small boy, already on your feet to gather the things you had been working on all morning. 

It had been the one thing you had been absolutely insistent on that you be the one to work on. 

Peter stands there politely, his arms pinned firmly behind his back, though the stance does little to distract from the way his body seems to vibrate from its need for movement. Smiling to himself, Sanji watches him try so hard not to move – to be good. He was always rewarded when he was good. Shifting before the counter, Sanji starts to help pack the items you bring to the front, humming happily. 

Peter is silent as he watches you both work together, a fact that you nearly comment on until he opens his mouth. His eyes flit between sanji and yourself before he speaks, a frown on his face, as if he is concentrating too hard.

“Are you her husband?” The question startles you both, and earns sharp laughter from the older couples lingering at the tables. Both of you are gapping at him, trying to find your answers to such a simple question.

“No, He’s-” you begin.

“I’m not-” Sanji starts, both of you fumbling over the quick denials. Peter doesn't concern himself with your obviously flustered states, eyes zeroing in on your wrist and Sanji’s jaw. 

“Who hurt you?” he asks bluntly. “Do I need to put a wanted poster back up?” The comment earns a harsh snort from Sanji, who in reality would love to make sure a poster for the overly confident, and abusive, merchant. But you won't let him, for whatever reason. He watches you retrieve a tartlet that you had set aside earlier, choosing to ignore Peter’s insistent gaze and his very blunt line of questioning. 

“Here.” you grumble, shoving the sweet thing into his hands. 

Almost immediately, he seems to drop the line of questioning, eager to shove his reward in his mouth, strawberry filling being smeared against his cheek. Laughing softly, you reach up to swipe the mess from his cheek, wiping it on your apron. 

“Messy boy,” you hum sweetly, earning a blinding smile from Peter, and unbeknownst to you, Sanji. “Come now,” you state, clapping your hands to your thighs to gather his attention again when it drifts to the pirate standing beside the counter. “I am sure your mother is hungry, as well.” Peter just grins, nodding quickly. 

“She loves your food.” he agrees, lifting his hand to present some berry to you. The same berry he has been trying to bully into your hands everyday for the last year, judging by the familiar tears. Shaking your head, you curl his fingers back around the money, ruffling his hair with love. 

“No,” you state simply, handing him the bag. He pouts a bit, shoving it back in his pocket.

“Tomorrow,” he huffs. You laugh, ignoring the pointed looks from those around you. Repeat customers know better, their eyes downcast though they do nothing to hide their smiles. Newer groups do little to hide their curious gazes. 

“We will see, little one. Now, off you go.” he just nods, taking off out of the door, though more carefully as to keep from spilling any of the food. In silence, you watch him go, smiling as he disappears into his mother’s shop. 

“You feed them,” Sanji comments softly after a moment. Blinking, you shrug, turning to take the remainder of what couldnt fit in the pack back to the kitchen. Sanji glances around, ensuring that everyone is cared for. No one seems to want to rock the gentle bubble created. 

They loved your gentle loving care. 

Without thought, he follows you into the kitchen, your voice barely reaching his ears as you busy yourself with tidying up. 

“Sometimes,” you agree. He watches you, Peter’s last comment echoing in his mind. 

Tomorrow.

“Daily,” he corrects you, his tone gentle. You pause, nose twitching, eyes narrowing – immediately on the defensive. 

“Listen,” you grouch, turning to glare at him, your ire catching him off guard. His hands lift quickly, hoping to show you that he means no harm, but you continue ranting though your irritation seems to fade. “If you're going to lecture me about business practices, making money or anything else – save it.” you sigh. 

“I didn't intend to do any such thing,” he assures you slowly, moving to take the knife from your hand, setting it back in the sink. You turn to face him more, arms crossed as you lean back against the counter. He doesn't force himself any closer, in fact, he backs off some, resting his hips to the other counter across from you. 

“What is your point, then, Rudy?” he snorts, his smile easing some of the tension in your shoulders. 

“How long?” he asks after a moment. You pause. 

“A year,” you sigh. “Maybe longer, at this point. I'm not sure.” he just nods. You expect many things, many questions. Why? What's the point? Why not make more money? Sell it at a discount. Poor business strategy. 

You weren't expecting the softness in his eyes, nor the gentleness of his touch when his hands settle on your shoulders, a quiet intensity burning in his eyes as he bends to maintain eye contact as he speaks. 

“What you're doing for them,” he starts slowly, as if trying to find the right words to convey how he feels. He struggles to find the words he wants –  his large vocabulary, the flowery words he peppers into every conversation, the seemingly endless stream of compliments. They all seem too small, too insignificant for how he's feeling, so he settles on, “it matters.” The sincerity behind the words startles you. 

Swallowing the emotion building in your chest, you force a smile, hand moving to rest over his as your head thumps to rest against his chest. You find yourself unable to take staring into the depths of his eyes any longer. The emotions swimming there crashing like a storm at sea, washing over you with their intensity. 

“It doesn't feel like it's enough,” you whisper, words thick as you hold back your tears, clutching at his shirt, an anchor in your storm. His arms shift from your shoulders to wind around your waist, tugging you deeper into his warmth, his chin coming to rest on top of your head. 

“I assure you,” he murmurs, flashes of Zeff and that blasted rock flickering behind his eyelids, a distant memory fading to various shades of gray where it had once been so vibrant. The only thing still flickering in color is Zeff before him, like a scene from an old movie. “It's everything.” 

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[rorywritesjunk]

Be gentle with yourself as you uncover Your best kept secrets yet to be discovered

Buggy meets an infamous pirate who dabbles in magic that everyone seems to be after, but they only have eyes for Buggy. Why is he so special? Rating: PGish. Warning: None. Buggy is unhappy and doesn't want strangers touching him without asking first. A/N: My "Howl's Moving Castle" fic based off the movie because I never read the book. It will have different moments than the movie just to omit some things. This story uses "You" but I couldn't not give the character a name and for some reason "Shore" is what I thought of. And Shore is referred to as they/them, nonbinary, and breaks hearts wherever they go. Buggy is Sophie in this fic, is 22, and not always in a good mood.

Title comes from "Better In The Morning" by Birdtalker.

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Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4

Chapter I

The final performance of the evening finished. The final bows given as the lights faded and the music played the performers out. Buggy stood to the side and out of the spotlights, arms crossed with a scowl as he watched his companions soak up the attention: the attention he deserved for all that he did for them but he was never thanked. Sewing costumes, fixing props, the makeup, cleaning up before, during, and after each performance. And every night Buggy was there, ready to do what was needed to ensure the circus lived on. 

It was frustrating. He had been a promising performer, up and coming, his former ring master said so, but when he died and another took over, Buggy’s chances were destroyed. He had to stay at the bottom of the pile, taking care of everyone and everything. It was hard, he watched as a child how the circus was built up, but now it lacked the flash, the passion, the creativity he once knew, and no one would listen to him. Years of being pushed aside took its toll on Buggy. He stopped offering suggestions, only staying around to try and maintain the image of the circus he once knew.

He spent hours cleaning, ignoring the chattering voices of the performers. Their latest bit of gossip was of a notorious pirate, one who stole the hearts of beautiful men and women at every town they went to. He heard a jab made at his expense, Buggy’s lucky, he has nothing to worry about! followed by laughter. They always said things like that, figuring he didn’t hear them. Their voices often carried through the tent.

Assholes, all of them.

He was done hours later and the last one to leave. His home was the tent, wherever it went, but some nights he needed to get away. A walk around the town would be nice. The circus was never around in a town for too long, a few weeks at most, before packing up and leaving to the next one. He could always stay behind, Buggy knew that; he was young enough to start a new career. At just 22 he had his whole life ahead of him, but his heart was in the tent. He couldn’t leave it, not ever.

He grabbed his jacket and pulled it on before heading off the grounds and into the night. The town had seemed quiet so far, a nice change from some of the rowdier places they had been. 

It was nice to take some time to think without the noise of the crowds, of the performers, just to be by himself without anyone else around. 

Except he walked past a Marine after ducking down an alleyway, one who was much bigger than Buggy, who stopped in front of him and blocked his path with a drunken grin. He leaned forward, using the corner of the building for balance as he looked Buggy up and down. Buggy could smell the alcohol on his breath and grimaced.

“Is the circus in town?” The Marine laughed. “Can you do any tricks, jester?”

Buggy hesitated for a moment. If he fought back, he’d be thrown in jail and no one would bail him out, so it wasn’t worth it. Instead, he stepped around him, choosing to ignore him, but there was another one waiting.

“Wow, you found a funny lookin’ clown!” The other Marine chuckled as he reached up to touch Buggy’s hair. “This a wig?”

“You forgot to take your nose off!” The first Marine added with a laugh. Buggy took a step back, the urge to fight growing though the little voice inside him said don’t, not worth it, but it was so hard to not give in. He wanted so badly to fight back but what would be the use? The two started to crowd him, taking up his space, and before Buggy could scream at them to back off, a hand was on his shoulder. It wasn’t one of the Marines, the touch was too warm, too gentle, and when he turned to see the visitor, his voice was caught in his throat.

The first thing he noticed was your hair, white as snow, cropped above your shoulders with barrettes keeping your hair out of your face. Hazel eyes shining bright in the darkness and for a moment Buggy thought maybe he saw the stars reflected in them. You were shorter than Buggy by a few inches, he had to look down at you to see your face.  You tugged him close to you, keeping your hand on his shoulder as you smiled at the two drunks. “Sorry I’m late! We need to get going if we want to make our dinner reservation.”

“Wait-”

The two Marines tried to step in to stop but with a flick of your wrist they both went still before turning and marching in the direction Buggy came from. He stared in shock as they marched, invisible strings controlling their actions. You gave his shoulder a squeeze, catching his attention. He turned to look at you, meeting your eyes for just a moment before he looked away.

“Let me drop you off at home. I want to make sure you’re safe.” You said with a smile. “Can I hold your hand?”

“Can you- what? Why?!” He demanded, unconsciously reaching for your hand. You grasped it in yours, the warmth was still there and he was glad it was dark so you didn't see his red cheeks. You pulled him closer, glancing behind him before grinning.

“I'm being followed. This will be faster.” You said as you took his other hand in yours. “I hope you're not afraid of heights.”

“Afraid of heights?” He repeated, confused.

Before Buggy could register what you said, you held both of his hands and jumped up, bringing him along. There was a noise below, a crash of shadows and men with swords and axes, all matter of weapons, attacking where you both just were. He was in the air. Not quite flying, but you started moving your legs, strolling along as though normal. His legs wouldn't move, he had them tucked up against his body, suddenly terrified that if he even thought of relaxing he'd fall to the darkness below.

“I got you, don't worry.” You assured him kindly, giving his hand a squeeze. “Relax and walk. You're safe with me.”

“I'm not scared!” Buggy snapped at you as he forced his legs to start moving, stretching them out below and trying to make them walk. You chuckled, leading him in the direction of the red and white striped circus tent.

“I didn't say you were.” 

He glared at you, huffing in annoyance as the two of you gradually drifted downwards to the ground. The lights around the tent were still off, no one else was awake. He wasn't gone that long, but between walking, the Marines, and then you helping him made him drop to his knees in exhaustion once you touched the ground. He felt like he ran a marathon with how wobbly he felt. Was it just adrenaline? He wasn't scared. Buggy didn't get scared. But maybe just keeping up with you in the air, trying to make sure neither of you fell to the ground, tired him out faster than he expected.

Your hand was on his shoulder once again, giving a gentle squeeze. He looked up at you, scowling once more. Why were you sticking around? Were you expecting payment? He didn't ask for help, he would have been fine without you. 

“Go get some rest.” You said as you pulled your hand away, the warmth gone from Buggy's shoulder now, already something he was missing. He wanted to at least ask your name, just so he knew if you were coming later to demand any kind of payment or favors later then he could be sure he was ‘off site'. 

Buggy finally got to his feet and you were gone, walking off into the night, someone he wouldn't see again. The kindness you showed him in that moment stuck with him as he headed into the tent. All you did was help him, ask to touch him, which was more than anyone else in his life had done. The only other person to treat him like that was the former ringmaster, dead now six years and Buggy hadn't had someone smile kindly to him since then. Until you, that is.

The tent was quiet, the lights off, save for one lantern lit in the middle of the ring. He knew he blew them all out before leaving, but maybe one didn't stay out. Shaking his head, he approached the middle and picked the lantern up, opening the little glass door as he readied to blow it out.

“So, who's your friend?” A voice asked, low with a hint of amusement. Buggy jumped, nearly dropping the lantern as his head turned to see who spoke. At the entrance of the ring was a woman, around his age maybe, who was leaning on a mace with a grin on her face. 

“Circus is closed.” Buggy told her, straightening up and trying to sound authoritative despite his voice wavering. “First show tomorrow starts at four. You can come back then.”

She laughed as she lifted her weapon up, resting it against her shoulder as she approached Buggy. When she got close enough, her hand extended out towards his face, he took a step back. He didn't know who this was, why she was in the tent, but he didn't like it one bit. 

“The circus is-is closed, you need to leave.” He insisted. She just smiled at him and took another step forward, palm open and against his cheek suddenly. Buggy thought he was dunked in ice water, the feeling of her hand against his face was nothing like the hand on his shoulder minutes ago. There was no warmth, no gentle touch, and he felt himself start to panic. 

“You're telling me to leave?” She asked with a smile. “Sweetie, don't you know who I am?”

“No, and I don't care!” Buggy snapped as he jerked away from her. “You need to take your weapon and leave now!”

It wasn't working. She just shook her head and patted him on the cheek. “That's no way to speak to Alvida, the Witch of the Waste, sweetie.”

Witch of the What?

“Lady, I don't know who you are, so take your weapon and get out! You're not welcome!” Buggy told her. “Get the hell out, you nobody!”

“Nobody?” The faux friendliness vanished, she was no longer smiling. She let the handle of the mace slide through her hand, the heavy head of the weapon striking the ground with a thud, causing Buggy to jump. Her free hand went into the pocket of her jacket. “Oh, sweetie, that wasn’t very nice.” 

Before Buggy could respond, she pulled her hand out of her pocket, fist clenched tightly until she held it up to her mouth, relaxing her hand before blowing. Sparkly pink dust hit Buggy in the face and he coughed, waving his hand in front of his face as he tried to waft it away. What just happened? He managed to open his eyes, squinting through the sparkles, as Alvida smirked at him.

“Good luck telling anyone what happened to you, sweetie.” She said as she lifted her weapon back up. “No one will know.” Resting it against her shoulder, she turned to head out of the ring. “Oh, and tell that pirate Shore that I’m looking for them.”

“Sho-Shore?” Buggy coughed. “Who the hell is that?”

“You know who it is.”

She left with that, leaving Buggy alone. Shaking his head, he collected the lantern and headed to his room. Whatever was in those sparkles made him feel tired, his body ached a little and he couldn’t help but hunch a bit. Maybe it was that… other person, maybe they did something too. Coughing, Buggy rubbed his arm before heading to his room. Maybe a good night’s sleep will help him forget what happened tonight.

[raisin-writes]

hachi x reader hcs

fishman island got me feeling kinda fruity for this big lug and i know DAMN well the normies aint gonna write for him, gotta do everything myself around here smfh

sfw and nsfw

nsfw under the cut. minors dont interact with that part istg 🫵👁️👁️💢

sfw:

super super sweet bf, like tooth rotting levels of sweetness.

hes the one who asks you out, but hes so shy and awkward about it. any courage he'd gathered beforehand goes right out the window as he twiddles his thumbs and stutters over his words like a fool. its all the more endearing, really; you cant help but laugh when his face lights up and he pulls you into an all encompassing bear hug while jumping around hooting and hollering after you accept.

big kisses from him, likes to surprise you with them when you're looking away only to get a cheekful when you turn back to face him again- that long mouth of his has its advantages. giving him kisses in return makes him squeal and often ends up with you being pulled into him, his arms wrapping around you as he nuzzles you with his cheek, giggling and smiling.

he could never say no to you. he'd give you the world if he could, you mean so much to him. he doesnt have much in the way of financial security, especially now that hes retired from his pirating career, but by god he will try his damndest to make good on his promises to provide for you.

LOVES pda, it makes him feel all giddy inside. even just a peck on the cheek has his chest puffing up and a big grin forming on his face. hand holding makes him weak in the knees. cupping his cheeks in your hands and locking eyes with him while you have that soft, loving look in your eye will make him flush beet red from the top of his head to his chest, you swear you can see steam coming out of his ears.

he gets all starry-eyed whenever he gets the chance to just sit back and admire you, a longing sigh leaves his lips and his heart swells with love.

he doesnt mind making a fool of himself if it makes you laugh- whether that be with some sort of accidental slap-stick routine (he gets so clumsy around you) or singing the worst rendition of a love song in all his tone deaf glory. hes addicted to the sound, he cant get enough of it. your happiness never fails to bring a smile to his face.

regularly gushes about you to caime and pappagu. camie is so happy for him and lets him babble on for as long as he likes, but pappagu will eventually roll his eyes and start to tease him if he rambles for too long. from what hatchi tells them, you seem very nice, they wonder when they'll get to meet you.

really enjoys meal dates, hes lowkey kind of a foodie. dont worry, whatever you dont eat he'll gladly finish for you.

making food together is such a tender, intimate activity for him, it makes his heart ache (in a good way!). likes to show off his culinary skills in an effort to impress you; compliment him on said skill or how good the food tastes and he'll give you the cutest bashful smile youve ever seen, hes so modest. he gets all flustered when you ask him to help you with anything involving him standing behind you and guiding your hands.

endless takoyaki. its on the house, only for you- no ifs, ands, or buts. if you have special requests for him hes more than happy to accommodate.

hes very strong, so no matter how light or heavy you are, he can easily carry you around like a princess in his arms, on his back, or up on his shoulders, whichever you prefer. in truth, he likes carrying you on his back the most, like a little backpack <3

swimming dates are another favorite of his. it feels like youre in his domain while in the water, and he has a duty to keep you safe. loves diving down below the surface and swimming around with you on his back or in his arms. he'll take you to his favorite reefs and show you around the local marine life.

he took you to a kelp forest one time and fell in love with you all over again with the way you looked- awestruck, the sunlight glistening from the surface shining through the kelp made you look ethereal. kissing him under the water makes him feel like hes died and gone to fish-heaven, he feels so at peace down here with you. dont even get me started on the way he screams internally at getting to see you in a swimsuit for the first time; he gets so red, hiding his face in his hands and kicking his feet.

HUGE cuddle bug. hes the reason they call it octopusing, his hands and legs are curled around you so there is absolutely no chance of escape, yet at the same time youve never felt so safe. whether youre sitting in his lap or laying in bed, hes happy as a clam just being so intimately close with you, skin to skin, chest to chest or spooning you from behind. loves having you lay on top of him, his hands rubbing soothing shapes into your back and giving you forehead kisses. on the other hand, he also likes it when you let him rest his head on your chest, his arms over your torso, and your nails combing through his hair (he'll forgive you for messing up his meticulously shaped 'do).

whether you want to live with him down on fishman island or up on the surface, he doesnt care. he'll be content and happy so long as he gets to be with you. if you decide on the former, he might have you live with camie for a while, at least until he can figure out a safer place to live (like hell is he gonna let you step foot in the noah district). but for you, its worth the trouble.

nsfw:

oh this fishman is a service verse fr fr, he lives to please.

because hes much bigger and stronger than you, he feels its just easier for you to take the lead and tell him what to do. he doesnt want to end up accidentally hurting you, so normally he'll just let you have your way with him, whether that be climbing on top of him and riding him while he holds you up with all of his big greedy hands, sitting on his face while he moans into your wet heat, or sinking down on his thick fingers- hes got plenty for you to choose from 😏.

gets a little nervous when you ask him to be on top. he knows hes a big guy, hes afraid hes going to accidentally crush you under him if hes not careful. dont worry, with a little encouragement and maybe some teasing, hes more than happy to give you what you need.

absolutely no degradation, choking, or hitting. he could never intentionally hurt you, that would be too much for him, he'll feel so guilty. youre his sun, his moon, his stars- in his eyes, you deserve only kindness.

hes not the best at dirty talk, but when he gets to the point of babbling, he'll shower you with praises like "you feel so amazing, your face looks so pretty right now", and cries of "need you so bad, youre perfect. youre so perfect. i love you so much." alongside other sweet endearments.

if you really beg him and goad him on, he might get huffy and smack your ass or manhandle you a bit to get back at your teasing, but thats the extent of his ability to dom. deep down you know hes capable of more, but the wall of self-discipline hes built up for himself is damn near-impenetrable.

hes in the 7 feet tall range, so you know that thang is big- around 7 inches to be specific. its tentacle-like, thick, and has a smooth velvety texture with a tapered tip. the underside has small, underdeveloped suckers that feel insanely good when he slowly drags his cock down against your walls. it normally sits inside him, tucked into a slit between his legs, but it unsheathes itself when coaxed out or hes teased in other erogenous zones.

he gets really whiney and whimpery when hes about to cum, its insanely cute. his shoulders will shake and his knees start to buckle but by god is he gonna make sure you finish either before or with him- he'll even stubbornly push himself to the point of tears to make sure he doesnt beat you to the finish line.

he has a weird thing about making sure you're satiated before he worries about his own pleasure. "its the gentlefishly thing to do!" he'll say, but deep down hes kind of insecure you'll leave him if he doesnt go above and beyond. hes not the sharpest tooth in the anglers mouth, but hes got eyes and the wherewithall to realize that theres always going to be other humans and fishmen that'll be bigger, better-looking, and richer than him, and hes scared they'll tempt you away from him. he gets better about not thinking that way the longer youre with him, but it still eats at the back of his mind every once and a while.

to combat this negative train of thought, he requires a bit of special attention; lots of kisses, anywhere and everywhere, but especially on his face and neck, sweet praises whispered in his ear, telling him all the little details you love about him, teasing caresses, maybe a small bit of tickling to get him to laugh, boasting about all the things only he could do for you, etc. he'll bounce right back with a "r-really? you think all those nice things about me??" his face gets all red and he seems to forget how to make eye contact, but the timid smile on his face and the hint of tears beginning in this eyes is a good indicator that youve done a good job of lifting his self esteem and reassuring him youre all his.

back to the fun stuff, hes very good with his hands and mouth. he loves making you moan and whine for him, your pleasure spurs him on to keep going. hes very obedient when you tell him to suck on you harder or finger you faster, all for the sweet reward of your pretty whimpers and praises. hes a hard worker, having much more stamina than the average human, so he'll go on with foreplay for seemingly forever if you ask him to.

when he first pushes inside you, it leaves you breathless. youre whining and taking shallow gulps of air when he bottoms out and you can feel that delicious twinge of pain from being stretched just past your limits.

hes not faring any better; hes shaking, gripping the sheets under you and involuntarily rutting further into your warmth, the action making you cry out and grip his forearms to keep yourself from going insane. his eyes are shut tight, his brows scrunched together in concentration. its taking just about everything in him not to just slide back out and ram into you, you feel so deliriously tight and wet around him he might just explode.

hes so gentle with you. you can see hes trying his best by the way he grits his teeth and slides into you with slow, deliberate strokes, letting you get used to his size.

you'll be more than ready for him by the time he starts actually fucking you. his thrusts are heavy, making your whole body bounce back before meeting him again in a wet slap of skin against skin. it makes you dizzy with how full you feel.

he cums a lot. it gets pretty messy, so be ready for that. once hes gotten past the peak of pleasure, his loud, pathetic whimpering gradually subsiding to quiet little moans, hes slow to pull out, amazed at the sight of his release leaking out of you and around his cock. its not a full on kink, moreso just a fascination for him.

your sigh of contentment brings his attention back up to your face and he smiles. youre both sweaty, flushed, and tired, but hes still a gentleman, he needs to clean you both up first and foremost.

aftercare is so tender with him. hes quieter, his voice a low hum when he checks in with you. hes also attentive to any mess and soreness you have, hes got plenty of hands to multitask so you'll be ready for bed in no time.

cuddling is just routine at this point, but if youre too hot, he'll settle for just holding your hand while facing you, admiring. you conk out soon after youre both settled and sleep like a baby, he'll follow a little later when his eyes get too heavy to keep open.

he snores. it sounds a bit like a kazoo sometimes. its cute.

[beanghostprincess]

This is me, the Lamikkaku anon. You wanted to hear more so here it is:

Firstly, I wanted to talk about how Lami survived. Basically she ran from the hospidal looking for Law and was found by marines. Luckily Vice admiral Tsuru was there, and feeling compassion towards the girl she took her in and decided to help her. Thanks to Tsuru washing Lami with her devil fruit the white amber lead desease isn't deadly anymore but its still a persistent/chronic illness and Lami has to be washed very often. This is kept as a secret only she and Tsuru know.

So she grows up in the marines, she isn't too fond of them and dislikes the goverment for obvious reasons but she has no where else to go and reconises Tsuru as a good person. I think she knows who Corasan is. She never met him since he was already with Doflamingo by the time she was rescued, by Sengoku must have went on and on about his kid and how great he is. Until, you know, the deranged gay bird kills him.

When Lami is a older she hears about this piraye named Trafalgar Law and immediately reconises him. She can't say anything of course because he is a pirate and she is a marine, but it gives Lami some hope. Eventually she joins SWORD and decides that she will at least try to meet her brother. She appears on Dressrosa but since shit gets really bad she is too occupied to talk to Law, but she manages to listen to Law and Sengoku's conversation.

Eventually she decides to join XDrake as a spy in Kaidou's beast pirates because she heard about the ninja-pirate-mink-samurai alliance and once Law gets there they reunite. There is tears, catching up, and Law uses his powers to finally get rid of Lami's amber lead desease so she isn't 100% dipendednt from Tsuru's powers anymore.

She helps during the raid and really bonds with the Hearts: she thinks that Bepo is adorable, finds Pemguin and Shachi to be humorous but the one she likes the company the most if is Ikkaku. She leaves with them instead of going back to the marines after the raid.

But of course, Blackbeard has to be an asshole and now Law is separated from his sister again. HOWEVER all of the hearts survived (if this isn't canon I will explode) and they ended up is some uncharted island were they try their best to trive and build a raft or something. All of their equipment got destroyed.

Its around this time that Lami and Ikkaku grow very close, and eventually it just blossoms into a full on romance. The others are worried Law might freak out but Ikkaku reassures them that she is, in fact, the only person here worthy of dating the captain's sister.

Okay, first of all, I love your brain. I want to open your skull and idk, grab a straw and drink from it. This is altering my brain chemistry- Okay. AAAAAAAAAAAA. I have so many thoughts. (The first post about this if somebody is interested).

I absolutely love everything about this. It's such a good way to make Lami survive. She joins the Marines but she doesn't actually wanna be there, it's just her way of surviving. But still, she manages to be one of the good marines. In fact, joining SWORD also means she probably meets Koby/Hibari/Helmeppo and I can't stop thinking about them actually getting along pretty well? When she finds out Law is alive and she decides to go undercover too to see him, the only people who know about her true reasons are those three. I just find it cute. Luffy's biggest fan (Koby) and Law's biggest fan (Lami) being friends is something really funny to me.

When they see each other again in Wano, Law can't believe it. For a whole second, he actually believes he's getting tricked somehow. It has to be some devil fruit user or- Or maybe he's losing his mind. The heart pirates don't know what's going on, but Law stands there, astonished and static and about to cry. When he never, ever cries in front of anybody that isn't Bepo (or Shachi/Penguin/Ikkaku but that's if his mental state is on the verge of collapsing even more than usual). Long story short, there's no time to explain everything but Lami tells him the important things and decides she's going to stay with him. The girl doesn't even care about whether she's a marine or not, she just breaks the cover and goes "well, change of titles now. Brother, I am going with you" and tbh Law doesn't find it appropriate. He doesn't want his little sister to be a pirate. He wants her to have a normal life and live in peace the way she deserves. But she reminds him that she's (was) a marine. She's strong. She can fight and she will fight, whether he likes it or not. And look, she's always been cute and cheerful but now she's also stubborn, so he can't say no to her. Besides, having her in the crew also means having her close, so that's a win for him. It'll be easier to keep her safe like that (even if she can actually fight on her own).

And let me tell you. Her dynamic with the Heart Pirates is amazing.

Everybody loves her and they seriously question if she's truly Law's sister because she is... So different from him. She's sweet and fun and upbeat and everyone is side-eying Law like "Are you sure this girl isn't like... mistaking you for another person?" and Law is about to cut Shachi and Penguin in half if they don't shut up about that. She loves Bepo. She adores him. Bepo loves her back. She won't let go of him. They're best friends now and she considers him to be the most adorable thing on earth. Also, she trusts him with her life since he's Law's first mate and that means Law trusts him too. Law thinks he's going to have a heart attack because he doesn't know if he loves this situation (his favorite people together) or if he hates it (what if they like being together more??? Without him???? He's a bit jealous). Lami also loves Shachi and Penguin. They love her back. Law hates it because they're even more chaotic together and they won't stop being touchy with his sister (not in a weird way, they're just a very affectionate crew and Lami loves hugging them back). Lami indulges them and follows them in everything they do and Law is so, so tired. He keeps telling them to stop acting like that but Shachi and Penguin always say "But you never hug us back!!" / "Yeah, captain! She's sweeter and cuter and way nicer!" and Law is about to lose it. The only one that doesn't make Law furious is Ikkaku, surprisingly so. Ikkaku is just so nice and fun to be around that Lami loves her right away. She has never had actual friends outside the Marines and she's so excited to start this new life with them! Ikkaku shows her around the ship and explains every little thing to her, and Lami is so, so thrilled to finally be free of everything that was holding her back. The thing is-- Lami feels guilty for what happened because she thinks she could've saved Law somehow or- Or maybe met him earlier than this. She doesn't want to tell him because she knows it will only hurt him, so she opens up to Ikkaku instead, and she's the one to comfort her and understand her better. Lami also asks Ikkaku to tell her about Law and what kind of person he is now. What kind of adventures they've had. Ikkaku and Lami grow closer and closer and they're the girls™ of the crew. Also, Lami is a very lesbian disaster and Ikkaku is also a lesbian mess, so Ikkaku flirts with her shamelessly, and Lami blushes and giggles and kicks her feet. While Lami flirts with Ikkaku without even noticing, and Ikkaku faints every time. Shachi and Penguin have a bet going on about them.

Not to mention that everybody is weirded out by Law's behavior now. Now that Lami is back in his life, he looks... Happier? He smiles more. Like. Actual laughs and smiles. He's so sweet and protective when it comes to Lami it's just odd to see him like that. He kisses her forehead and hugs her and whenever she's playful and teases him, he actually laughs and has fun. Bepo is like "Oh, true, you haven't seen captain like this, right? Isn't he cute?" when the Strawhats see this, and they're all like "More than cute it's just... Unsettling". Honestly, the heart pirates couldn't be happier for their captain. Talking about the Strawhats: Since they're all in Wano and Lami is helping them out, she meets them there. And I think, since Lami and Koby are friends, that she would instantly love and admire Luffy. The whole crew would again be saying "Is this seriously your sister, Torao?" and she'd go "Torao?? They call you Torao??" / "No. They don't. Don't give her ideas-" / "It's okay, Torao-" / "Fuck". And now Law is having the worst time of his life because Luffy and Lami get along and he's starting to lose it. But, anyway, they're happy, so whatever. He's just glad she's alright.

And this has nothing to do with Lamikkaku but I think Lami is religious (I think it's pretty obvious, like, the religious background in Law's story). After everything fucked up that happened to them, Law stopped believing for obvious reasons. But Lami sometimes prays and talks about God and fate and Law is very against that because "If God exists, why would he let this happen to us? If somebody as powerful as that makes us go through this suffering, I don't think it deserves to be worshipped" and Lami just smiles softly and says: "I can see your view. But still, believing isn't accepting everything God does. I guess it's dumb, isn't it? But I like to think Mom and Dad are in a better place now. I like to think that you'll be in a better place if they take you away from me again" and Law can't fight against that. Then, Luffy Gear 5th happens and Law has a whole catholic crisis. But that's for another day. Make this Lawlu if you feel like it. The point is Nika my beloved-

Now, Lamikkaku moment:

They survive the fight against Blackbeard. All of them. Except for the Polar Tang (RIP, you were an amazing ship, darling). So they end up on a deserted island and... Things are bad. They're all devastated. The first thing Law does is look for Lami to check if she's alright. And she is, kind of. They're all glad they're fine, but they've lost their ship. Their equipment. Their food. And instead of resting and thinking about it, Law is already trying to plan something to escape from here, feeling responsible and guilty and-- Both Lami and Bepo are the most concerned, but they're all going through a rough time. While they get back on their feet, Ikkaku and Lami get even closer. Lami is close to Law constantly because she's pretty much the only person that he can open up to and rest with whenever he's overworking himself. He only sleeps when she's around. Etc etc. But Lami can't deal with all of that on her own and it's obvious, so it's Ikkaku the one looking after her. Lami won't lose faith in God for this, but she's still pretty frustrated that something like this has happened to them again. Ikkaku tells her that sometimes is the people around you you have to rely on and not just God, even if it does help most of the time to believe in something like that. They spend most of their time together. Sleep together. Lami has nightmares and Ikkaku helps. Ikkaku is trying her best to cheer up the crew along with Shachi and Penguin but it's hard, and she's working hard to maintain the order too. Lami admires her strength because she hasn't seen her falter or hesitate yet in the time they've been there, and Ikkaku just says that it's what a pirate does. Get back on their feet and fight. And besides, if the crew needs somebody to rely on while their captain is busy/going through it, she doesn't mind being the voice of the reason. And Ikkaku is not a Goddess, but Lami is starting to feel the same trust and comfort she feels when praying while she's next to her. One thing leads to another and they end up falling for each other rather quickly. They don't want to tell Law yet, because he's... Not ready for news. But Bepo/Shachi/Penguin find out at some point and they're sure Law is going to be furious (because he won't let any of them go near Lami romantically) but Ikkaku is sure it won't happen. She's sure Law will be happy for them. First of all, because Lami keeps saying Law only wants the best for her and would never go against that. And second of all, because Ikkaku says that if Law ever had to let somebody date his sister, it would be Ikkaku. Law ends up finding out because, you know, these three can't keep their mouth shut. And he surprisingly doesn't care. In fact, in a moment of desperation, it makes him so happy to see his sister finding love. He tells Ikkaku in private to take care of her, and she only smiles and says "Aye, captain" and Lami overhears, so she ends up hugging him right after.

They're clingy but their presence and PDA aren't annoying. It's just sweet. They hold hands and kiss and they keep teasing each other, and it brings a new energy to the crew. It gives Law hope. If Lami has managed to come back, they'll be able to come back stronger too. Of course, they're a bit chaotic too since they're pretty different to Law, but it's alright. As time passes by, Ikkaku ends up teasing Law about it and she can't help but make the 'I fucked your sister' jokes because, c'mon, how could she not? Lami finds it hilarious, and she knows Law isn't really that angry at Ikkaku at the end of the day. Ikkaku seems like the cool, protective one, but in reality, whenever there's a fight and people underestimate Lami, Ikkaku just stares at her like "That's my girl <3" while she kicks ass. Basically, they're the cutest, most supportive girls, and Law just knows Cora is happy for them too.

[zibus]

Theory time!

I dont think Blackbeard is a true D.

Blackbeard is one of my favorite characters in One Piece, and one of my favorite fictional villians of all time. Im fascinated by everything we learn about him, and by how he serves as a foil to Luffy.

The most important way he foils Luffy is the differences between their approaches. Both have increadible ambition and want to stand at the top of the New Era, but the way they approach this goal are completely opposed.

Luffy is bullheaded in the best way. He picks a goal every arc (usually punch the bad guy) and lets nothing stand in his way. He acts impulsively, based on instinct. In Fishman Island, we see how the crew plans around Luffy disrupting their plans. In Film Gold they even purposefully dont tell him the full plan. He is often also willing to risk his dream for those he considers his friends - to help them achieve their dreams. As he travels, he constantly inspires others, leading to him collecting the crew and Grand Fleet.

Blackbeard, on the other hand, is cautious and meticulous. Shanks describes how BB waited in Whitebeards shadow till the time to strike. He tells Ace he has "a plan to reach the top." Above all he his pragmatic. He recruits not by inspiring people, but by offering them something they want - as seen with Shiryu and Aokiji. Even at the moment of hus greatest triumph, when he shocks the world by obtaining the Tremor Tremor fruit, he isnt willing to do anything that might jeopardize his long term goal. When Shanks arrives, even though BB just declared he is now the strongest, he says its not time to fight and leaves.

There are lots of fascinating details about what makes BB special, but the most intriguing to me is that he doesn't sleep. Ever.

If I wanted to be King of the Pirates, and I never slept, you know what Id do? Id use that time to study and plan. I think we can say with some confidence BB does this. The first step of his plan, as far as we know, is that he studied and memorized every known devil fruit to find the perfect one - the Dark Dark fruit - for his plan. Every move he makes is calculated with the risks carefully weighed.

To get to the point: I think Marshall Teach learned about the Will of D in his studies somehow - not the full truth! - enough to recognize that pretending to be a D might give him a leg up. It might intimidate some, or bring certain allies under his banner, for instance. And so he chose to start using it. He didnt truly inherit the will.

Why I like this: the main reason is that he's the only D clan member who is without a doubt evil. Garp is complex and made choices most of us would disagree with, but he isnt selfish or corrupt like so many in the Navy. Perhaps Rocks was truly evil but we dont know enough about him. Otherwise all the other D members are clear allies of the Strawhats. Furthermore, they all seem to display a clear emotional drive to do what they believe is right. Saul betrays the Navy after meeting a single woman who cast doubt on the gov's intentions. While Vivi goes undercover, it reads more as desperation rather than some thought out plot. We all know about Ace and Luffy. Law is the most coniving among them, but in Dressrosa he goes along with Luffy and abandins his comokex plan to defeat Doflamingo, and in Wano he nearly jeopardizes the mission by turning himself over in order to save his crew. They act on insrinct and their strong moral compasses.

All except Blackbeard.

So how would this tie to the one concrete hint we have about the Will of D? That they are the enemies of the gods a.k.a. the Celestial Dragins and Imu?

Well, we know that BB is willing to work with the Navy to achieve his goals. First by becoming a Warlord, then by capuring Bonney, and currently with Coby. I think if BB thought he could achive complete personal freedom and power by being a Marine he would. And I think he will, or at least try to. He will try to usurp the World Gov. under his control while the true Ds will try to dismantle it. This will betray him as someone who doesnt truly care about freedom - only power.

[snippychicke]

Title: Cats & Ships

Overall Rating: Teen for now? May go into mature at a future date

Trigger warnings: Nothing beyond what's in the live-action series. I mean, Kuro's still manipulative and paranoid. It gets better tho? Slowly? It's a WIP, so I don't fully know yet.

Pairings: Captain Kuro (Klahadore)/Reader; hints of Kaya/Usopp

Summary: It started out as a means to get information as Khaladore. Who would be better to provide information regarding the high seas than Syrup Village’s Harbormaster? Except, for the first time in a very long time, Kuro found himself trusting, and even liking, the young woman he shared tea with every week. 

And then the Straw Hat Pirates arrived and ruined his plans. Except fate decided his story wasn’t done there. 

Nor was yours.

Masterlist here! | Read on Ao3!

The harbormaster of Syrup village had her home office close to the port, which was predictable but also meant it was about the opposite side of the village from the manor. The man formerly known as Captain Kuro hated the walk through the impoverished village, always anticipating the worst. Someone would identify him as the long dead pirate, or perhaps would merely attack Klahdore for being Kaya's butler. 

Yes, he had contingencies upon contingencies, but it didn’t mean he didn't want to use them because someone decided to be an idiot. He was so close to the fruition of this three-year ploy. Just a few more weeks, and he could finally reap the rewards. 

In the meantime, Klahadore endured the weekly trek to the simple one-story building that sat next to the ocean gate. The adobe home had a dozen of half-feral cats relaxing on--or in--  the various crates outside, and even a few on the thatched roof. A few greeted him with soft mews, or by rubbing up against his pant leg, leaving fur he rather didn’t mind as he paused to scratch between their ears. 

Others watched with wary eyes, still unused to him encroaching on their territory. Predators recognized kin, after all. Their instincts were not deadened by domestication, and they seemed to be able to tell he was dangerous despite the soft exterior. 

Inside the home, bookshelves took up any space that could be afforded and were filled to the brim; mainly with ledgers of the harbor’s past, though a few other books were mixed in. Even more cats lounged inside, most having mixed feelings about his presence though a few called for his attention. 

"Well," your familiar voice called out from within the maze of bookcases, soundly faintly amused.  "Either Klahadore has come to visit a few hours early, or I have myself a thief. Or a ghost." 

Despite himself, Klahadore smiled, feeling himself relax as he made his way to your office near the back of the home. It too was filled with books, though most of them much newer then the rest of the building. A large wooden desk sat next to a picture window overlooking the coast, a matching chair turned so you were looking outside where the white sails of the ships looked little more than points of white on the horizon. 

He was more focused on the glimpse of hair he could see over the tall back of the chair, as well as the cat that was looking over the edge, its lone jade-colored eye looking expectantly at him. "I find myself wondering how often you say that when there is no one around?" 

"More than I like to admit. But I blame the ghosties," the tall chair swiveled around, your bright smile becoming the focus of his attention, even as your cat meowed at the sudden change, shifting in your arms to resume silently demanding his attention. “But Kuro doesn’t get excited for anyone else coming to visit, so at least there is that.” 

Kuro. You had named the cat Kuro, citing you had found him the same day news had reached the isle that the famed captain of the Black Cat Pirates had been defeated by the marines. He still wasn't sure how he felt about that. Or your awkward admission you had found the Black Cat Captain rather handsome.

 It had proved useful, though, as part of that attraction unknowingly lingered. It made it all too easy to gain your trust and friendship. 

"How are you today, Klahadore?" You asked, gesturing to the chair across from your desk at the same time you stood--much to Kuro-the-cat's displeasure. The cat flicked his tail irately as you dumped him onto the desk, before stretching and deciding to claim Klahadore’s lap. 

“I’m fair, and yourself?” he asked, watching you enter the small kitchen area to start a kettle to boil as he mindlessly petted the large fluffy cat. 

Usually Klahadore didn't trust anyone to make him food or beverage of any kind--not even his own crew. But after a few years of knowing you, he had allowed you the privilege. 

Especially after you had fussed, going as far as to slap his hand when he had tried to make the tea instead. ‘You work all day serving others. Let me serve you for once.’ 

He did watch you carefully as you prepared the tea and grabbed a tin of pastries from a cupboard. For safety reasons, of course. Not because he particularly enjoyed watching you work or anything, or because it was a rare time for him to be able to appreciate your form without you noticing. You were dressed in layers to fight the cool breeze that was coming from the sea as the seasons changed, your hair carelessly messy as always, a pencil stuck behind your ear where it was likely forgotten. 

As you moved he caught hints of the curves you hid, making him watch even more closely. 

It was merely because he didn’t fully trust you, either. That was all. 

“Honestly, and please don’t repeat this," you spoke after a moment, only slightly breaking his concentration. "But I’m about ready to either strangle several someones or pull my hair out. Possibly both.” 

This was the reason why he came down to your office week after week. You tended to ramble on, divulging information without a second thought. And as the harbormaster of Syrup village and the rest of the Gecko Islands,  you were a wealth of information about the outside world. (It wasn’t because he was able to enjoy a moment of peace away from Kaya, Sham, and Buchi. Or because he truly enjoyed your company. Not at all.) 

“Oh dear, that doesn’t sound good,” he frowned even though internally he felt like smiling. “I hate the idea of your pretty hair being harmed in any way.” 

Kuro did allow a small smile as you blushed deeply, fumbling the tray a little as you glanced back at him. 

“Har-har-har,” you said dryly as you regained your composure and brought the tray back to the desk. “It’s a rat’s nest and we both know it, Klahadore. I am also offended that you don’t think I could strangle anyone. I am still the Harbormaster.” 

He was fairly certain the only reason you of all people were the Harbormaster was because the title had been a part of your family for generations, and the Gecko Islands rarely saw any trouble. Despite that fool Usopp and his stories, Syrup Village was as peaceful as a place could be. 

Granted, he had seen you knock out a drunken marine once with a shipwright's mallet once. Just the memory of it made him smile as you poured him a cup of tea, followed by a serving of cream, having learned his tastes long ago. No sugar, though he did love the small cookies you placed on the platter. 

“Anyways, a merchant ship was attacked between here and the port in Coco Village. The damn pirates did a real number to both crew and the cargo, so we’re going to be short quite a few expectant items and everyone is already at each other’s throats. It’s--” You ran your hands through your hair, wincing as you reached a few knots. “But don’t worry,” you continued after a deep breath and started working on the tangles mindlessly. “I’ll make sure the manor is given its allotment as always. The shipyard is over half the reason we exist, after all. And dues must be paid.” 

A small frown tugged at his lips, as much as he liked the deference (and the knowledge that while he had to continue this charade he did not have to worry about food) but he also knew of your altruism. And for reasons he’d rather not examine, it bothered him that you often went above and beyond for a village that seemed to take your kindness for granted.  

"You are the harbormaster, not the mayor," he stated firmly. "Your duties are to the harbor and her ships. No one else."

You shot him another wry look. "Klahadore, we both the mayor is beyond useless, and no one else gives a fuck about anyone else around here.  Hell, I'd hate to think what would have happened to lil' Kaya if you hadn't been here. Merry is a good man, but a strong one he is not." You sighed, missing the twitch in his face. "The point is, if I don't care, no one will. If I don't figure out a good compromise, the shipyard will dissolve into chaos, followed by the whole town. Maybe even the rest of the isles.  What good is a harbormaster if everyone is at each other's throats?"

"I simply worry," he excused, not able to argue any of your points. After all, it was true. The village wasn't as sugar-sweet as the name implied, and the town officials did little to change that. The only reason the place wasn't overrun by pirates was because the World Government wanted the ships that their shipyard produced. "You try to take care of everyone, yet it seems like no one regards you with the slightest hint of gratitude." 

Your eyes warmed and a smile returned to your lips. "You're too sweet, Klahadore. But enough of my woes--I could complain all day and night after all. How has your luck been with trying to raise a teenager?" 

For a moment, Kuro allowed his facade to drop as he sighed heavily. "About as tiring as one would imagine. I love Miss Kaya dearly, but…"

You laughed faintly before finishing for him. "She's a seventeen year old heiress that's been sheltered all her life." 

He smiled as well, and enjoyed watching your blush return to your cheeks as he fixed his glasses. "Exactly. If her health wasn't in such a poor state, I think exposure to the real world would do her good, but alas, I'd rather have her naive and alive versus… well, the alternative." 

"Very true," you mumbled, eyes still slightly unfocused and that delightful blush slowly traveling further--both down your neck and to the tips of your ears. "You're a good man, Klahadore." 

Klahadore may have been a good man, but Kuro was not. Yet he was pleased by your praises nonetheless. “I do my best.” 

[trucbiduleschouettes]

"Say, Songbird," Navi started, eyes opening lazily to look up at Katellig's face above her, "Don't ya think I should get a new name?"

Katellig's hand in her hair pauses for a moment, and Navi can't help but snort at the faint blush rising on the marine's cheeks, her thoughtful expression turning embarrassed.

"Don't overthink it Darling, I ain't asking ya to propose."

"I didn't think you were." Katellig answers quickly, a bit too quickly in fact for it to be the truth, her golden eyes staring down at Navi accusingly. 

She truly was far easier to read than she seemed to believe, Navi thinks, nuzzling her head against the aasimar's hand impatiently. As she does, Katellig's fingers start gently scratching her scalp again and Navi finds herself purring contently. 

"Are you going to elaborate on your trail of thought?" Katellig asks eventually, after a comfortable silence had settled on between them.

"Hmm hmm. Maybe. Interested?" Navi asks lazily, snuggling more comfortably against Katellig's thigh under her head. 

"Can't deny I am."

The marine sounds almost annoyed at herself for admitting it. 

Chuckling, Navi takes Katellig's free hand and brings it to her lips, giving it a light kiss followed by a playful nibble. 

In response, the woman pinches her nose and orders her to behave. 

Navi laughs; if there's one order she never listened to, it sure was this one. 

"I was just thinkin'-" she continues, shifting a little to wrap her arms around Katellig's waist and nuzzles closer, "Pirates do tend to be known by various nicknames, yeah?"

"Not always, but in most cases, yes. Although often nicknames given by others carry more weight. One who name themselves would appear too eager to gain a reputation instead of taking the time to build it, and-"

"Ya know your lessons, huh?" Navi chuckles, feeling Katellig's reproachful gaze on her. "Don't be upset birdie, I wasn't mocking ya. It's cute."

"I'm not cute."

"Sure, if that's what ya wanna tell y'self." Navi snorts, rolling her eyes as Katellig's hand lightly tug at the handful of her hair she was now holding. "Oh, playing rough, Songbird? How naughty of ya."

"Hush." 

Katellig’s impressive scold loses its impact due to the heavy blush creeping down her neck, but Navi is wise enough to keep that thought to herself, simply giving the woman an innocent smile in return.

Soon enough, the hand in her hair is back to gently massaging her scalp to appease it from the sharp tug. 

"You want to be known then?" 

"Not necessarily. Not known-known, I haven't done anything to be worth it yet, ya know? Once I find my dad and join his crew, perhaps. Till then? I'm fine being small fry, to just keep ya on ya toes." 

"Am I your personal babysitter, now?" Katellig asks flatly, pinching Navi’s exposed waist. "I won't always be here to save the day, Nav'."

"And when that time comes, I'll find myself with a rope 'round my pretty lil neck." Navi sighs dramatically. "Good thing I can go without breathing for a good while, huh?"

The joking attempt is lost however as Katellig's expression hardens, and the woman's hand leaves her hair. The golden eyes look away from Navi’s mismatched ones, glaring at the wall instead. 

For being her supposedly enemy, that woman sure didn't want to see her hanged.

"Aw, ya care 'bout me, darling?"

"Oh, shut up." Katellig curses -a surprisingly rare occurrence- and Navi chuckles, giving her thigh a light bite. 

"Relax. I won't die, ‘m too busy to find the time for that just yet. Besides, I like keeping ya bed warm-"

"Back to business." Katellig cuts her quickly.

"I'd say ya my business tonight. If ya up for another round-"

"Navi. What do you want me to do?”

"Well, get your hands-"

"I meant about your original question, Gaerson."

"Oooh, calling me by my father 's name now? Exciting."

"You're impossible." Katellig scolded, pushing Navi off her laps to lay back down in bed, wrapping herself in the blanket and stubbornly turning her back to her, seemingly wanting to sleep.

Her sulking attempt does not last long however as Navi wraps her arms around her, pulling her close. 

"Don't be mad at me, lil' birdie." She soothes her, burying her face into Katellig's warm shoulder with a content sigh.

"I just really like ya. I tease people, when I like 'em."

“You must truly like me, then.” 

The tone is sarcastic but there is a questioning look in Katellig’s eyes as she turns to look at her. Navi smiles, all fangs out.

“I wouldn’t be in bed with ya if I didn’t, would I?”

“Right. You really like my ass, I get it.” Katellig says flatly, kicking her from under the blanket, and Navi laughs before stealing a kiss from her.

“Don’t forget ya awful personality. I really like that, too.”

“You really are a romantic, huh.”

“Oh? Is it romance ya looking for with me, now?”

“So, names.” Katellig clears her throat, avoiding the question. 

Navi doesn’t mind nor care for an answer, anyway.Nuzzling back into Katellig’s arms, she hums in agreement.

“Names, yeah. What d’ya think mine should be?”

“Greatest Annoyance.”

“Ahah. Ya should be the Empire's new jester, cracking jokes like that.”

“No thanks.” 

Katellig makes a face at her. Navi understands; neither of them were born in the Empire, their true home being elsewhere; herself at sea, and Katellig back on her little island. Or a better ship, perhaps. Maybe she could convince her to become a pirate, one day. 

…Doubtful. That woman was too much of a people pleaser to follow in her brother’s footsteps and leave the profession. 

“Can’t call me Songbird, this one is for ya.” Navi muses instead, drawing swirly shapes over Katellig’s skin with one of her claws. 

“I figured. Gwelan?”

“What does it mean?”

“Seagull.”

“Seagull.” 

“You do have some white feathers.” 

Navi stares blankly at Katellig’s serious expression. A second later, the two of them start to laugh like children sharing a bad joke. 

“Ya really ain’t taking me seriously, huh?”

“I am, I am.” Katellig promises, apologising with a kiss on her shoulder. Navi is quick to forgive her, pulling her into a proper kiss, which doesn’t take long to turn into more. 

For a while the naming matter is pushed aside, though Navi enjoys the various ways Katellig ends up calling her name. It’s only once they have moved to the bathroom for a much needed bath that the subject arose once again.

“I don’t think a name related to green would be strategic. You’d just sound sickly, rather than impressive.” Katellig states, pulling her hair up into a towel. Navi grins, taking the opportunity to bite her nape, only to be whacked in the arm.

“I won’t leave a mark.” She pouts, resting her chin on Katellig’s shoulder instead,“And I ain’t agreeing with that, songbird. After all, jade is green, so are emeralds and it’s always nice to steal some, ya know?”

“So go by ‘the Jade Thief’, then.”

“Sounds too delicate. I need something more impactful. The old cunt was Windrider, dad is Stormbringer, it ain’t easy living up to that sorta legacy, ya know?”

“Believe it or not, I do.”

“Ah! I met ya dad before, that sure ain’t an easy one to please either, when it comes to reputation, huh?”

The meeting in question was the man furiously throwing her into the cell of a ship, promising to see her hanged before she could be the next Stormbringer. 

And here she was, sleeping with his daughter. Funny, how life worked in mysterious ways sometimes. Not that Navi would complain- she had always enjoyed this sort of irony. 

“Windrider, Stormbringer…” Katellig is now muttering to herself, clearly thinking about the matter seriously. 

“Don’t ya dare suggest the Angry Seagull.” 

“It wouldn’t cross my mind. What about-”

A knock at the door cuts her short before she could share her idea. 

This late in the evening? It couldn’t be the Innkeeper, Navi had made sure to give him a tip in advance, in case of noise complaints. 

Troubles, then? Or…

The two exchange a knowing look, Navi mouthing that she’ll hide in the bathroom. 

Nodding, Katellig puts on a dressing gown that she ties tightly around her, and goes to check the door.

Though she cannot see who it is from her hiding spot, Navi immediately recognises the origin of the disturbance- Ian Louët, Katellig’s father. 

Troubles, indeed. 

Resisting the urge to cause a scene by dramatically exiting the bathroom, she instead focus her attention on the discussion a few steps away. 

“-No, I’m alright. I was just about to head to bed, I- no, I do not have any company. I just… No, sir.” 

Navi grimaces. 

It sounded awkward, to refer to your own father as “sir” even in private. Would her own father ask her that once they met, when they were not in front of the crew? 

Gods, she hoped not. 

Her feathers puffing slightly in displeasure, she sneaks closer to the slightly ajar door, making sure not to let the wood creak under her weight. What was he saying, now? 

“I heard you let the woman escape.”

Ah, right, the escape. 

Navi must admit, she had gone a bit far this time by knocking Katellig unconscious. 

The plan had been to make it look like she had attacked her and stolen the keys, not wanting to incriminate the woman too much. It seemed Katellig’s father was starting to have doubts, however. Smart man. 

Bad news for Katellig, though. And for herself, to some extent. Perhaps she’ll have to avoid crossing Katellig’s path at sea for a little while. Pity. 

“I’m sorry.”, she hears Katellig apologise. “I won’t let it happen again. The Stormchaser will-”

“Stormchaser?” 

From her hiding spot, Navi smiles. 

“Yes. Since she is known to be Stormbringer’s daughter, and is seemingly seeking him, I thought-”

“You’re not paid to think about anything but how to catch her and keep her locked, Katellig. So start working on it, instead of musing uselessly.”

“...Yes, Sir.”

A heavy silence follows. Navi waits, holding her breath. 

Finally, the conversation starts again but she cannot hear most of it, the man’s tone quieter and a bit more fatherly. She wonders what kind of expression Katellig must have been making, for him to soften. 

Oh, how tempting it feels, to just jump out dramatically and steal her away right in front of him. No, not yet. Another day, perhaps. If Katellig sounds willing. 

“I will see you tomorrow. Don’t forget to write to your mother.”

“I’d never. I’ll post it first thing in the morning.”

“Good..”

“Goodnight, Sir.”

“Rest well, Katellig.” 

Navi can’t help but glance through the crack of the door. Katellig’s back is turned to her, but she catches a glimpse of the man giving his daughter’s shoulder a firm pat before leaving. 

Katellig  seems to slouch under the weight of the touch, and Navi wonders if the man truly is worth the burden. Ah, well. If Katellig wasn’t ready to become the second family disappointment, it wasn’t her business.

She waits for the door to close before quietly sneaking outside the bathroom and wraps her arms around Katellig’s waist, pulling her close enough to rub their cheeks together with a pur. 

Once Katellig feels more relaxed against her, Navi’s teasing nature take over. 

“So, Stormchaser?” She asks, grinning against Katellig’s neck.

She could swear she feels the woman’s pulse quicken and her skin grow warm against her at that. 

“You don’t have to keep it. I just… improvised.” The marine mutters, her thumb gently rubbing circles against Navi’s wrist. 

“I like it.” 

“Don’t lie.”

“When did I ever lie to ya? Don’t answer it.” Navi quickly added, “I mean it though.  I like it, Songbird.” 

“...Good.”

“Make sure to gasp it aloud whenever we cross paths, to help it sticks-”

“Don’t push it.”

Navi snorts as she gets elbowed in the stomach. Feeling light hearted, she easily picks up the other woman and dramatically swirls with her, ignoring her protest. 

“Seems like the big bad Storm caught herself a poor little bird, hmm?” She teases, carrying her back to bed. 

“You’re gonna be insufferable about it, aren’t you?” Katellig grumbles, gently slapping her shoulder, “beside, who is a poor little bird?”

Navi gives her a playful wink before dropping her onto the mattress inelegantly. 

“Ain’t ya? Ya certainly now how to sing when we-”

She gets cut short by Katellig’s arms around her neck, pulling her into a kiss. Right; action now, words later. 

Just how she liked it to be. 

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Where the Tainted Kiss [Chapter Fifteen] Enough is Enough [Vaas Montenegro]

A/n: this chapter marks the beginning of Far Cry 3. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): minor blood, death, fist fights, Vaas being Vaas.

No Minors Allowed!!

Everyone was moving way too fast. Or at least it felt that way to Liv as she was taken from one vehicle to another, then driven down to the beach and shoved on a patrol boat armed with a DShK heavy machine gun. Three armed pirates including Vaas and Carlos boarded with her. She could hardly understand what was going on, only that the survivors from the outpost were loaded up like her and being taken somewhere. Her stare was blank and unfocused as she slumped down onto the floor; all her energy was gone.

Chris was dead and she wasn't even allowed a moment to mourn him.

Liv drew her legs up to her chest and rested against them as she concentrated on the noisy sound of the boat's motor tearing through the water at high speed. Why couldn't an engineered marine creature like the one in 'Sharktopus' leap out of the water and eat her?

Because it's not real. This is not a movie and no matter how much you want it to no one is going to save you.

The universe could at least take pity on her and create a wave that could swallow her whole. Maybe even drag Vaas and Carlos into its watery grave alongside her.

The shock was eating her alive from the inside and there was nothing she could do to ease the apprehension that she was feeling. And as much as Liv hated to admit it, there were no more tears. It honestly made her nauseous; she wanted to scream and cry over the death of her coworker, but she could barely think rationally. Chris and she were not close, nor were she or Barry, but they were human. Knowing they were alive kept her grounded, but now they were gone and the idea of her being next scared her to death. She was beginning to realize that the only way to get away from Vaas was to escape or kill him and the latter made her nervous as hell.

I need time.

But did she honestly have time?

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Liv raised her head and peered up at the silhouette of a man hovering over her, the sun to their back. She had to shade her sore eyes just to see them, almost groaning in despair as she recognized the red tank and prominent scar; the one above his right eye and the one on his head that often intrigued her.

"Say hi to your aunt, Olivia," Vaas ordered as he trained the camera on her.

Why did she tell him about her aunt? Liv was an open wound Vaas seemed eager to toss salt on. She turned away from the camera not believing how indecent he was being towards her. Right now, was not the best time to film a ransom tape in her opinion.

Vaas hummed upon seeing her allusive mood and ordered one of the other pirates to hold the camera as he sat down beside her, turning her face toward the lens; her tear-stained cheeks were squished between his thumb and index finger. He snorted; she looked like a little pufferfish.

"Excuse her rudeness auntie. Olivia is in mourning. You see someone close to her passed on," he stated. "He wasn't a very good friend though. He left her here with me."

"Please stop," Liv pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut.

She just wanted him to leave her alone.

"Look at me, querida (darling). Look at me," Vaas ordered.

Liv opened her eyes, turning her focus on his thin lips. Her skin felt hot as embarrassment crept across her face. His free hand came up and slid her tangled hair behind her ear, then he turned to the camera with a grin. Vaas was no idiot; he knew what he was doing to her. Liv was horrified. Did her body give her away? She didn't like him this close to her, close enough that she could smell his shampoo.

"Don't worry though, Auntie. I'm gonna take care of her. I'm gonna fix her, then I'm gonna give her a good home."

Motioning for the camera Vaas turned it on her.

"Tell her that you love her. Say goodbye."

Liv bit her bottom lip as she stared into the lens, feeling her lip tremble in sorrow. She honestly felt like Heather Donahue in 'The Blair Witch Project' during the infamous apology scene. Despite her best-efforts tears blurred her eyes.

"I... I love you so much. Thank you for helping me when no one else would. Promise me that you won't look for me. Please."

Vaas turned off the camera.

"That was beautiful, querida (darling)."

He reached forward to wipe away her tears, but Liv withdrew from him. She didn't want Vaas to touch her, not when he was all the wiser to her issue. He narrowed his eyes and then stood up, walking to the back of the boat. She watched him say something to Carlos, but neither of them approached her for the remainder of the ride.

When the boat came ashore on an island to the northwest of the north island, Carlos came over to her and jerked her onto her feet, pushing her from the boat and onto the shore. Liv tossed him a glare over her shoulder, biting back an insult. She was in no mood for his shit today. Standing on the beach, she turned to see the other boats approach, but Carlos jabbed her hard in the back with his gun, ordering her to move. She saw red for a moment.

"I can fucking walk. You don't have to push me every damn time, asshole," she snapped.

"The fuck did you call me, puta (bitch)?" Carlos asked as he yanked her around.

Liv smacked at his arm.

"Don't touch me!"

Their argument did not go unnoticed by Vaas however.

"Knock it the fuck off! Like little fucking kids.

"I'm not––"

Liv cut herself off before she argued back, forgetting for a moment that it was Vaas who she was about to backtalk. His brow raised and she knew that she had fucked up.

"You're not what? I didn't hear you, Olivia," Vaas questioned. He glanced at her and then at Carlos, pointing between the two. His tongue wet his lips. "You two have an issue?"

Yes, but to stop an argument that was brewing, Liv shook her head no. Carlos however could not let bygones be bygones.

"She's acting like a fucking lloróna (crybaby)," he stated.

Liv glared at him; she was familiar with the word.

"Fight it the fuck out then," Vaas suggested.

"Excuse me!" Liv exclaimed.

Did he just suggest they fight? She glanced at Carlos watching him give his gun to Yada. Some of the other pirates began to crowd around them as if they were two kids on the playground about ready to duke it out.

"I'm not going to fight him," Liv argued, turning to Vaas.

"Put up your hands or you're gonna get your ass kicked," the said pirate stated.

A moment later she felt herself being yanked by the hair and turned around. Liv let out a scream of pain and dug her nails into her attacker's arm, attempting to free her hair from his hold. She was an idiot to think that Carlos wouldn't hurt her just because she was a woman.

Reaching his hand up, he wrapped his fingers around her neck, but Liv swung her fist and struck him in the mouth as hard as she could. Both she and the pirate let out a groan; she was certain her attempt to throw a punch hurt her more, but when she saw blood in his teeth, an air of excitement surrounded her.

It was short-lived however as Carlos backhanded her hard across the face, knocking her onto the ground. Liv clutched her burning cheek in pain. Turning her eyes to the wall of a man, she was met with a boot to the nose, laying her out on her side. It was like a grenade had exploded across her face. For a moment she was certain she had blacked out.

"Not in the face, hermano (brother)! Fuck!" Vaas shouted in annoyance.

Liv groaned and turned onto her stomach, trying to catch her breath; blood fell in drops onto the sand, an indication that her nose was busted. She reckoned that she was lucky it wasn't broken. Her brain sloshed in her head like a bowl of soup as she sat up on her knees. How was she meant to fight someone like Carlos? He was a beast compared to her.

You have to be a beast too. You have to fight dirty.

She scooped sand into her hand and when Carlos yanked her back onto her feet, Liv smashed it into his face, making sure to force some into his eyes. The man released her and sputtered having gotten sand in his mouth. While he was occupied, Liv brought up her foot and kicked him in the balls. Carlos let out a cry and dropped onto his knees.

But Liv wasn't done. She raised her leg and slammed the toe of her shoe into his chin, grinning as he fell forward onto his stomach. Crawling on his back she buried her nails into his skin and began to bash his head against the ground.

"Fucking eat it you fucking bastard!" She shouted in anger.

Carlos began to struggle, but Liv tightened her hold on him. She wanted to hear him choke, however, her attempt was thwarted as Vaas yanked her off the man and hugged her to his chest, keeping her arms to her sides.

"Calm the fuck down!" He shouted.

Liv struggled against him but Vaas lowered her to the ground and used his legs to keep her bound. There was nowhere for her to go. She was worn out. Leaning her head forward, she rested it against the pirate's shoulder. His body was warm, so damn warm. It almost smothered her.

"Please let me go."

It was too much. She shook from the rush of adrenaline. Her heart was pounding so hard she knew Vaas could feel it against his skin.

"Right in the cojones (testicles). That's fucked up, querida (darling)," Vaas mentioned with a groan. "Someone get Carlos some ice or something... Fuck."

He squirmed in protest. Gripping her face between his thumb and index finger, he turned her attention to him, gauging the damage with a groan.

"Fucking pendejo (idiot). This is gonna leave a bruise."

He instigated it though.

"You surprised me, you know that?" Vaas asked as he poked her nose. Liv groaned in protest. "You play dirty, but I respect that, querida (darling). How do you feel?"

"Like I have a concussion," Liv answered.

She rested her forehead in the crook of his neck and closed her sore eyes, not caring how ignorant it was.

I'm exhausted.

"No time to sleep, princesa (princess). We have to greet our guests," Vaas mentioned.

Our? She doubted they were her guests. Liv sat up with a groan. Her arms and legs were still bound, however.

"Will you let me go?"

Vaas stared at her for a brief moment then released her arms and legs. Standing beside her, he turned to Carlos and tightened his jaw; he was recovering slowly but to his amusement, the man was bleeding too, though not as bad as his camera operator.

"Walk it off, hermano (brother)."

He snorted and barked orders at the others to follow. Some of the pirates took up the rear of the group escorting the hostages but no one touched Olivia.

Broken Neck Home, the previous outpost was nowhere as big as the current one - whatever its name was. A few pirates were wandering around guarding bamboo cages; some filled with as many as two or three people at a time. Liv shared one with a brown-haired male wearing a beanie; one of the guests that Chevy mentioned. He made small talk with her, but when the sun went down, Vincent was taken away and she never saw him again. She shuttered to think what Vaas had done to him.

For hours she sat in the roomier cage, arms tied above her head. Her face was aching but there wasn't much she could do about it; dry blood clung to her skin from earlier where Vaas had not allowed her to clean up. She had no idea what plans the pirates had for her now that the series was over, but one thing was for certain, the atmosphere was less chaotic tonight than usual. Liv wondered why.

Could it have been because of the guests? Who were they?

The sound of footsteps approached from behind her and Liv darted her eyes over as a man stood next to her cage, staring at her in curiosity. He wasn't dressed like the other pirates wearing a formal jacket over a red button-down, nor did he appear to be a hostage. So, who was he? And what did he want from her?

"Vaas! Come here!" He shouted.

Liv widened her eyes. Fuck! Something didn't sit well with her about this.

Hearing Vaas approach, she watched as he stood beside the man. The latter pointed at her.

"Why is this one alone? And what the fuck happened to her?" He asked in a thick accent that Liv could not identify.

"She doesn't play well with the others," Vaas answered simply.

The man hummed.

"Do I look like I'm in the mood for your shit?"

Liv had never seen anyone talk to Vaas the way this man did; without fear. It honestly frightened her.

"I don't fucking know. She got smacked around when she was caught," the pirate answered; a lie. "White boy was a fucking waste of space though. We cut him up."

Did he mean Vincent? The poor guy. Liv bowed her head. She knew something bad had happened to him.

"Get rid of her too," the man ordered.

Wait a fucking minute! Liv darted her eyes between the two. Was he serious? Of course, he was. An air of dread consumed her. She watched in fear as Vaas dug into his pocket and retrieved a stack of rectangle-shaped cards, handing one to the man.

Staring at it a moment the man wet his lips.

"Her parents give a response yet?"

"Not a fucking one," Vaas replied with a snort. "She must be la oveja negra de la familia (the black sheep of the family)."

The man handed him back the card with a grin; her driver's license, then glanced at her once again.

"I could find her a buyer, one who likes to break rowdy women like her, unless you want a piece."

"For a price no doubt," Vaas stated.

Liv was in shock. He wasn't considering it was he? Why would he?

"Give me a call if you decide. I'm returning home and I expect the videos to be put out the next time I contact you," the man in the button-down ordered.

He walked away, leaving Liv alone with Vaas for a moment; the latter squatted down beside the cage with a grin.

"What do you say, querida (darling)? Do you want to be mine?"

Liv widened her eyes in fear. There was no way she'd ever agree to be his.

His brow raised as if he was seriously expecting an answer from her.

"Vaas! We're ready!" A pirate shouted from somewhere behind her.

"I'm fucking coming, hermano (brother)!" Vaas shouted back in annoyance. "Don't get your panties in a twist."

He stood with a grunt and ran out of sight. Liv took an uneasy breath.

What the fuck was that?

She leaned back her head and gently knocked it on the cage bars with a tired laugh. Perhaps she was in a fucked up movie; some twisted romantic comedy or something.

It was going to take a miracle to get her out of this fucked up situation.

And then the strangest thing happened. That night someone managed to escape. 

[invictarre-archive]

One Piece verse bc the brainrot’s got me good

Leon Brandt-Muriell, aged 21, is the captain of the Champion Pirates, a small crew originating from the island of Galar. Like many others in the world, he was drawn to the seas in search of chasing his own ambitions, and the competition to be the first to find the One Piece was too big an opportunity to pass up. He’s always down to take on a challenge! 

In reality, however, Leon doesn’t care too much about finding that prize. He’s far more interested in the exploration and sense of adventure that comes from sailing through unfamiliar waters, and he’s keen to see as many wonderful sights as he can so he can relay his stories to his family waiting back home. Unfortunately, Leon’s sense of direction remains as appalling as it is in his canon pokemon setting, and so a lot of his adventures mean going in circles, getting hopelessly lost, or having to pick a random direction, sail straight, and hope they reach land eventually. He doesn’t mind; it’s all part of the fun!

Speaking of his home, Galar is one of the few islands in the world with a rich natural supply of Dyna Stones. They can be found all over the land, something that’s made the island a bit of a hotspot for Marines and pirates alike, and the island has been pushing forward in its efforts to draw the most potential from these mysterious minerals. Galar’s greatest invention came in the form of a Dyna Band - a wristband that, when powered by a single Dyna Stone, allowed the wearer to temporarily infuse anything they touched with the explosive Dyna energy. The Band was designed to be most commonly prepared with projectiles, things that could be safely thrown and detonated a fair distance away from the person.

Leon owns one of these, and he’s lucky he got in there quick - once its dangerous potential was known, the item’s production was forcibly halted and withdrawn from public accessibility.

This incredible weapon didn’t come without its downsides, however. As of right now, the invention is still new and underdeveloped, and its halted research means it’s unlikely to progress any time soon. At maximum, it can infuse a total of three projectiles with explosives before it needs to recharge. These explosions get weaker each time, though all have the potential to be dangerous. The second issue is that using a volatile mineral often means dealing with unforeseen side effects.

Leon himself was injured by his Dyna Band, needing weeks of hospitalisation and being left with deep scarring up his right arm and across his chest. It was this injury that inspired him to leave Galar and make a new life for himself on the seas instead.

( Short summaries on the rest of the Champion Pirates are below this point.)

Marshy, aged 16, and Bernadette, aged 14. While they don’t have a lot of practical skill to bring to the table, the Champion Pirates’ youngest members make up for their inexperience with their friendliness. Marshy is the strongest swimmer, though he’s slow to react to the sounds of people drowning, and his fishing skill is unmatched. Bernadette, on the other hand, is great for chasing rumours or gathering general information. People are more likely to let their guard down when they’re approached by a cute, doe-eyed little girl, and she’s quick to use this to her advantage to wring as much knowledge as she can out of them. The two teenagers are very close friends.

Voltaire, aged 23. The only present expert on Observation Haki. Some of the others have limited usage, but Voltaire’s skill with it far surpasses everyone else on the ship. Combine this ‘sixth sense’ with his catlike grace and almost-silent style of moving around, and you have someone perfect for slipping unnoticed into the occasional out of bounds place. In the more mundane day-to-day, Voltaire insists on keeping watch at night. He argues that his Haki stretches father than the others’ eyesight (a valid point, to be fair), and likes the solitude he gets during the night.

Meilyr, aged 27. The navigator and first mate, though he’s often mistaken for the captain by those unfamiliar with the crew. He’s been a friend of Leon’s for years and takes it upon himself to act as his guide whenever they’re away from the confines of the ship. Meilyr’s weapons of choice are a sword and (slightly battered) shield, often enhanced with Armament Haki, and he’s gotten rather good at using them.

Amias, aged 18. The closest thing they’ve got to a doctor, though his medical capabilities are... arguable. In Amias’ defense, he is excellent at tying tourniquets and has the best first-aid knowledge out of all of them, so he’s better than nothing. Sickness, however, is far beyond his capabilities. If a paracetamol, glass of water, and wet paper towel on the forehead don’t cure it, they’ll need to stop off somewhere and find a doctor as soon as possible.

Duke Tudor, aged 55. Supposedly a member of Galarian nobility, though information on that is limited. Tudor has extensive knowledge on hallucinogens and always keeps a couple of vials on hand. The gases themselves are weak and harmless, designed to confuse rather than do any actual harm, and feel like entering an odd, dreamlike trance. They’re saved for situations where they need to distract their enemies and make a quick escape.

Teddie, aged 61. He was the first to meet and bond with Leon, having been introduced when the boy was only nine years old. They met at Galar’s Dojo, a 'no man’s land’ open to all who wish to learn how to fight regardless of their affiliation, where Teddie had spent all of his adult life honing his skills. This extensive training means he’s the only person aboard capable of using Rokushiki, the superhuman martial arts style most commonly seen within the ranks of the World Government. Teddie vastly prefers the Rankyaku and Soru techniques, combing the speed and air slashes into a single attack he’s dubbed his ‘Surging Strikes’.

Rotarie, their Den Den Mushi. Though it’s not technically a crewmate, everyone aboard treats it as one. He spins in circles whenever he’s receiving a call, and developed the cute habit of making calls of his own. They don’t make very much sense, since he’s a snail and not a master conversationalist, but he’s sure the effort is appreciated.

[cnigiri]

Kuina doesn't die AU, Tashigi dies in Punk Hazard AU, or Zoro is born in Wano AU.

( inhales ) OKAY HERE WE GO.

KUINA LIVES:

He'd probably continue to push himself just as hard , but not being given Wado , he'd get his own sword from her and her father when he's setting out to leave. She probably goes with them.

Because it HAS to happen , of course Zoro somehow gets lost , and ends up in trouble . Luffy goes to save him as Kuina does , they bump into each other and get along . Save their dumb himbo , and Zoro swears loyalty to Luffy . Kuina thinks it's halarious because of course he does something like this . Joins on temporary basis.

May depart from time to time and visit the crew here and there . She isn't loyal to the strawhats like Zoro , often comes to talk shit with Zoro and spar .

Sanji is incredibly jealous that this beautiful woman is a total tomboy who wants to spar with a big meathead and isn't girly in the slightest .

Kuina probably gets some killer scars , and they talk about it constantly having trained together with Mihawk . But they're both persuing their dreams at their own pace . Kuina has long since been ACCEPTED as a strawhat , though she doesn't stay with them . Ends up staying as a bounty hunter . Excels in one sword style .

TASHIGI DIES IN PUNK HAZARD

He'd blame himself . Again . He wasn't fast enough , he couldn't save her . It was like watching a flame that had just started to burn bright snuffed out .

It hits him like a fucking sack of bricks , he commits further into training , maybe drawing away from others for a while .

He keeps her sword , he doesn't care if Smoker wants it , he has TWO goals now to accomplish .

Any sword he feels is strong or cursed he keeps , he doesn't know if its rare or not . It doesn't matter , she would of wanted it off the market . He steals a lot of them , and kills pirates or marines who have them for others .

He trades out his swords ( minus Wado ) to give them all attention as much as he can . He only uses her sword when feeling he needs to use it . Usually it stays above his bed hanging .

He's quietly protective of it . And hopes she understands why he's doing what he is . He hopes they both are watching him .

Zoro Born in WANO

Funnily enough . . . this is 'canon' for my Zoro buuuut.

Zoro was born in Wano , his father was an important Samurai , loyal and faithful to the current Shogun . When everything happened , he'd been looking for a way out when he stumbled across a shipwreck .

He found a barbarian woman named Terra , who was roughed up rather badly , but got better in like three days . Zoro was conceived by them within two years of them meeting . During that time his father was quick to find the perfect escape route .

He couldn't leave Wano , that would be disrespectful , so he took up arms as part of the falling rebellion , Terra managed to escape with a baby Zoro.

She sailed with what limited supplies they had until she got to the East Blue and settled down in a small and quiet Dojo town .

She got sick when Zoro was six , and passed away due to an unknown disease not yet known at the time . Zoro kept her earrings.

The rest you know .

[connectparanormal]

The Flying Dutchman Ghost Story

The Flying Dutchman mythology, which tells the haunting story of a ghost ship destined to cruise the waters forever, has captivated the minds of seafarers for ages. The Flying Dutchman is said to be a ghostly ship doomed to cruise the seas for all eternity, unable to ever dock. Often depicted glistening with an unearthly light, the ship emerges from the midst of storms or turbulent waters, terrifying everyone it encounters. Although accounts of the Flying Dutchman legend's beginnings differ, most of them center on a Dutch captain by the name of Van der Decken. He encountered a strong storm during his 17th-century attempt to circumnavigate the dangerous Cape of Good Hope. According to some tellings of the story, he vowed in despair or hubris to carry on with his journey, even if it meant sailing until Judgment Day. As retribution for their blasphemy or rebellion, God cursed him and his ship to sail the waves for all eternity, never finding a safe harbor. Other interpretations of the tale suggest that Van der Decken made a deal with the devil, exchanging his soul for endless prosperity at sea, only to fall victim to an endless life of wandering.

Through the ages, sailors have reported seeing the ghostly ship; they have frequently described it as an ethereal craft with frayed sails and a ghostly crew. People usually interpret these experiences as portents of impending disasters or bad luck. People claim to see the Flying Dutchman in the distance, shimmering with an ethereal radiance and occasionally accompanied by weird noises or eerie lights. According to sailors' accounts, the ship emerges abruptly from a mist or storm, then disappears again in an instant, leaving a spooky silence behind it. The mythology of the Flying Dutchman, deeply embedded in popular culture, has influenced numerous pieces of music, film, and literature. One of the most well-known versions is the opera The Flying Dutchman by Richard Wagner, which transforms the tale into a dramatic tale of love and redemption. The opera portrays the Dutchman as a cursed captain, set free from his ghostly state only by the genuine love of a devoted woman. This romanticized retelling of the narrative highlights themes of sacrifice and unending love, giving the story a tragic poignancy. Famous writers, including Sir Walter Scott, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and Washington Irving, have all written about the Flying Dutchman. Coleridge's epic poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner doesn't explicitly mention the Flying Dutchman, but it echoes themes of supernatural punishment and marine terror. Numerous movies and TV series have also portrayed the ghost ship as an enigmatic and eerie presence on the high seas. The Pirates of the Caribbean film franchise further cements the Flying Dutchman's image in the public consciousness by depicting it as a cursed ship under Davy Jones' command.

The Flying Dutchman legend may be legendary, but it speaks to deeper themes of human ambition, nature's opposition, and the paranormal fallout from one's choices. It is a warning story that serves to remind both landlubbers and mariners of the dangers of arrogance and the enigmatic, sometimes violent, force of the ocean. The mythology alludes to the fear of the unknown and the uncontrollable natural elements that have long pervaded nautical life. The sea is a source of constant danger as well as a means of subsistence for sailors, and the Flying Dutchman personifies the worst kind of nautical nightmare: a continuous journey without any chance of rest. Many generations to come will tell and repeat The Flying Dutchman's story due to its enduring quality, which resonates with people's enduring curiosity about the paranormal and the unknown. It appeals to our shared concerns about being alone, suffering forever, and the repercussions of disobeying the laws of nature. The spectral image of the Flying Dutchman will continue to be a powerful representation of the secrets and perils that lurk under the seas for as long as people go out into the wide, unpredictable oceans.

[variousxreader]

i see you said we could send in Koby thoughts… im so obsessed with Koby it’s not even funny. i have an ocxcanon ship with him that ive made over 100 doodles of in a few months and at least 10 pages of dumb thoughts for

i very much hc him as bisexual , usually in my mind he’s cis but i love transmasc Koby too. he’s perfect every way. but i am very much of the opinion he is very muscular either way and dedicates himself to being in the best shape possible.

my oc is a marine so A LOT of my hcs are revolved around a marine s/o who’s his superior. they’re on garp’s ship together and he gets them to talk. oc is a bookworm and has no social skills but Koby is enamored with their insane amount of knowledge and passion for reading and enables their infodumping 24/7, borrows books and they work out together. they get close over their Marineford trauma and eventually cross the friends to lovers bridge because they spend sm extra time together after and understand exactly what’s going on with the other’s mind.

and even though they wouldn’t be able to be together often, I think Koby is a very mature and understanding partner who is able to handle long distance and leaves little notes for his s/o to find, calls them at night once his work is over, and always makes sure to hug them whenever they see each other again. he gets little trinkets for them or a small bouquet of flowers if it’s been longer and will spend the entire night with his attention on them.

i think he’s awkward but well meaning early in a relationship!! scared of messing up or worrying he’s not good enough and still being oh so very shy later down the line. kiss him long enough or pepper his face in little smooches and he will be so!! So embarrassed!! but he loves it… he’s less forward physically but loves to talk and just. look at his so and admire how pretty they are. but I think he loves spooning them and kissing the back of their neck, their cheek and their shoulder at night, or their forehead if they’re facing him. he loves it when they lay on his chest and caress his face. he would be insanely flustered but so tickled by them wearing his shirts or jackets, his old bandana too…

he’s super shy but extremely loving and lovable. i am actually in love with him. no man has ever affected me as much as the existence of Koby and rambling here makes me want to post about him and my character again LOL, thank you for enabling my Koby fixation

Of course!!!! Hes just such a good boy!! I love the marine lover ideas too, but im such a sucker for Koby falling for a slightly older or his age pirate!

Hes so salty he fell for a pirate but he can't help but be so smitten with them lol when i can im writing away for the one shot i mentioned, but that idea spawned a larger fic which accidentally became 2.5k of introduction. Which will allow me to now devolve into chapters of doing whatever i please with the man lmao! It was 100% meant to be smut but i might accidentally turn it into a slow burn romance who knows!

The one shot is now going to be an off shot of the main fic, but being an omegaverse au version. Hell it might not even be a one shot but a mini chaptered fic its self! It could very very well end up as 3 parts or longer

Bi Koby is a dream. My ass really wants to drag him into a reader/ace/sabo/koby relationship thats all levels of debauched.

Theres just something about Koby that makes me primally insane.

Like i fucking love ace and Sabo, but they're so dominant and more sure of themselves (yes even ace) than Koby still

Koby really is the type of man i wanna shake around like a chew toy because hes so precious.

Feral cute aggression w the blorbo.

I shall hug him and squeeze him and call him george,

Also put him into sexual situations that render him fucked absolutely stupid because hes so innocent and sweet and i want to deflower the sweet thing

[beanghostprincess]

A part of Luffy's character I think is kinda overlooked or at least not taken too seriously is his views on violence. I often see people joke on how he was kind to Otama but pretty harsh on Momonosuke, but I think that not many people realise how he is really just doing the same thing that Garp used to do on him.

Its very clear that Luffy uses two types of violences. There is the "friendly" "affectionate" violence, and there is the serious, actually dangerous one. In the first instance is what we often see between him and his crewmates, they exchange beatings and other stuff (mostly from Nami lmao) and while it can be attributed to the slapstick like nature of One Piece's humor, it goes much deeper than that. Garp used his "fist of love" on Luffy all of the time, Luffy was used to this kind of stuff from an early age, and it was normalised to him.

An example of this is that scene in Dressrosa when after that long headed grandpa (forgot his name) explained why he hated Garp and Luffy told him that his reasoning was ridiculus because Luffy was hit way more times but never held a grudge. (Its also true that Luffy does reconise Garp's parenting as being too extreme tho, since in Amazon Lily he espressed not wanting to recall the nights he spent alone in the jungle. But at least when it came to acts of violence directelly from him he was fine with it.)

HOWEVER Luffy also knew actually bad violence from an early age, the one that was meant to kill him. He obviously freaked out when Ace and Sabo wanted to kill him, and of course he was genuenly scared when the Bluejam pirates kidnapped him and Ace. Luffy clearly has a neat distinction in mind when it comes to this type of stuff. And what we see with Momonosuke was an example of the remnants of Garp's tough love and Luffy's genuine and benevolent desire for Momo to be a great man.

I wanted to add some stuff, but I think you explained it pretty well. Honestly, I obviously don't agree with those methods of raising somebody, but due to it being a world of pirates in which they actually have to act with a bit of tough love and violence, I think it's not that bad. I think what makes Garp's "training" and "tough love" bad is the fact that he did it for the wrong reasons. He wanted Luffy to be a marine and tbh most of the times we've seen Garp acting like that around Luffy weren't even necessary for training. I can get behind tough love in a show about pirates, obviously, but not when there are more reasons behind that than just "you need to protect yourself / train" like Garp forcing Luffy to be what he wanted to be, and not letting him follow his dream. Which, you know, I get it because being a marine would be safer, but it was obvious that it was hurting Luffy. And Garp didn't even have the decency to at least take care of the kid himself, he just left him all alone and then had the audacity to keep treating him like that as if he had the right to use tough love on him. Like-- Zeff and Sanji also use tough love but Zeff doesn't leave Sanji alone nor tortures him and stops when it's too much. I think Garp doesn't. Maybe that's just how I perceive it.

But yeah- Luffy's views on violence are really influenced by Garp's way of raising him. Honestly, I think it's pretty normal (once again saying, especially around pirates because they do not have usual relationships and dynamics) in the crew to use violence like that between them. Nami hitting Luffy or, y'know, in general the crew is like that and they use tough love a lot. But it isn't serious?? Like. They're pirates. They fight. They're violent. We need to keep that in mind first. But also, it's not only tough love that they use and that's only occasional and not a thing that happens all the time. But Luffy recognizes that as tough love and that's why he acts like that with Momo. But tbh? Luffy does it, like, insanely better with Momo. Better than Garp for sure. He treats him that way because he recognizes that, even thought Momo is still a kid, he has a responsibility and he will hate himself even more if he doesn't grow up quickly to face it, Luffy helps Momo realize some crucial stuff about him using tough love but also never leaves him on his own and he's always by his side being a brother when he needs it. He's empathetic and a sweetheart to him too, he's just harsh when Momo needs to be stronger and that's the only way Luffy has of telling him. He doesn't treat Otama like that because she doesn't need it. She's just a kid. The only times in which he's harsh around her is when it comes to Ace's death, and he's just being realistic about it because dancing around it will only make it hurt more and he thinks that ripping off the band-aid is better than being careful with it. Because that's how his brain works. Dead people don't come back, and he has been aware of that ever since he was Tama's age, so...

Anyway, the thing with Luffy and violence is that he turns the way Garp raised him and how his crew acts around each other into a way of putting some sense of responsibility/reality into the kids he meets because if they have to grow up fast, better be ready for that with somebody that knows how it feels like.