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seniichi · 6 years ago

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Rivals

Summary: Red and Gold like Green.That would be fine, Green thinks, if they didn’t constantly try to upstage each other in trying to woo him. He was too busy for this shit. Duo Nameless and Imperial/Inspirational as part of a gift montage for a certain @murdeirin.

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Green doesn’t quite realize it at first. He chalks up Red’s mysterious return from the mountain as Gold’s doing, which isn’t entirely wrong... just, not the whole story. Gold had dragged his brother down, sure, that was all fine and dandy. But he started cottoning on a few months down the road, when the boys had started actively flirting with him.

(Yes. It took two months. He was usually quicker on the uptake, but really, his self-esteem could not have been lower right then, and he’d been busy with challengers.)

Silver had taken one look at them, snorted, and laughed at Green when his - protege? apprentice? Silver was no replacement, that was for sure. - his student had brought up the subject.

(He was only running on ten hours of sleep that week. Shut up.)

He thinks it’s cute. It’s probably a passing fad, Gold would turn his eyes onto someone more - ehhh. He couldn’t say achievable - Green wasn’t really the best he could get, after all - closer in his age. That was better. More socially acceptable, at least.

It didn’t, obviously. It started small. He’d find flowers on his desk - random shrubbery from Red, but actual flowers from Gold. He’d walk down from his catnap - or sixteen hour binge depending on what day of the week and how much his paperwork had spawned - from his office with actual food for lunch instead of ramen and/or whatever cereal he’d scrounged up for the day.

It started getting annoying when they began to fight each other over every little thing. He has more food than his fridge could hold, and he knew that they were gloating behind his back whenever he picked one of their special handmade bento, made just for him. Really, he should have put a stop to it, but it was kind of nice to have food in his fridge for once, rather than whatever quick-fix or takeout he ended up getting.

He really, really liked food.

But it got way out of hand when Green had to break up a fight between them that had Silver worried about property damage.

This was the kid who helped him build the damn place - if he was worried, so was Green.

“Okay.” Green says at last, pacing between two shame-faced idiots. “This has gone on long enough.” He glares at them both, and they have the grace look sheepish and apologetic. “It was almost cute when it started, but now? It’s getting annoying.“ He plants his hands on his hips, expression irritated as they shuffle guiltily in their seats.

“Sorry...” Gold sounds apologetic, but he knows without even looking that he’s glaring at Red.

“You should be,“ Green snaps, and they both flinch at his tone. “You took out power in the entire block - do you have any idea how much of a nightmare it could have been if the hospital wasn’t on a separate power grid?“ They look down even more, drooping in their seats. “This dick swinging contest is going to end.“ Both boys choke at his words, and he crosses his arms, expression brooking no argument. “I don’t want to hear it, you two nearly cost me my job.” Lance had not been happy to hear what had happened, and if Green hadn’t reassured his boss that he was going to deal with it, he would have been in so��much more trouble.

“As much as I’d love to kick you out, you two are still going to fight over this unless I make a decision.” Both boys have the gall to look hopeful, and he remorselessly slaps it down, not even flinching at the droop of their shoulders. “I expect a date out of both of you. You’re going to book a day with my secretary, and you’re going to take me out for what you think I’d like. And whoever wins, wins. I want no arguing, no attempts to ‘win’ me over, nothing. I am not putting up with more property damage.”

Was he being petty, making both social disasters attempt a genuine social situation? Absolutely. Was it satisfying? Yes.

At least he would get two free meals out of it. Maybe.

It was hard to tell with these two.

#Trainer Gold #Trainer Red #Rival Green Oak #Green Oak #Namelessshipping #imperialshipping #Inspirationalshipping #murdeirin #Rivals #[posting before I go to bed and hopefully before Rin is awake]

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jasontoddiefor · 3 years ago

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Summary: Wano is free. Penguin, First Mate of the Heart Pirates, realizes that not once has Law brought up separating from the Straw Hat Pirates.

It had come to Penguin’s attention that the Captain wasn’t going to say anything, which usually meant that in his infinite wisdom, he either hadn’t realized the matter yet or was flat out in denial.

Penguin was the first mate.

Technically speaking, it was his job to ensure that everything was running smoothly and whatever Law wasn’t thinking of was taken care of anyway.

Realistically, Penguin also really didn’t want to break the matter to Law right now, at least not without backup. Mind made up, he went to track down the rest of the crew. Negotiations with the rest of their alliance were long done. The Kid Pirates had already left, CP0 had been dealt with, peace with Wano and a very favorable trade agreement had been negotiated.

Well, negotiated might be too strong a word; they had mostly partied, but the Captain, Nico Robin, and the Straw Hat’s new log keeper, Yamato, had overseen it, and Penguin had added a file to his folder.

So here they were left, Straw Hats and Heart Pirates united, most still celebrating, with apparently no plan to separate.

Penguin made his way through the crowd, searching out his crewmates. Law was, predictably, caught up in some shenanigans with the Straw Hats, Bepo at his side, so the first none-Captain member Penguin caught was Ikkaku.

Their shipwright was busy eating, grease still staining her suit from the many hours of checking over their ship earlier.

Perfect.

“Hey,” Penguin said, kneeling down next to Ikkaku. “Discussion time.”

Ikkaku stared at Penguin for a moment, then glanced at Law before turning back to him. “So we’re gonna stick with the Straw Hats?”

“Oh, thank fuck, you’ve been wondering about it too.”

“Penguin, I’ve been fixing the Tang with Franky since the start of this journey and spent some nights sleeping in the Sunny’s engine room. You don’t let people into the heart of your ship that aren’t like, yours.”

That was true. Penguin was honestly surprised that Law hadn’t had a heart attack yet about letting strangers into their home. Their Captain, on a bad day, would go into a frenzy over a missing scalpel, and yet he’d not even wondered twice about giving the Straw Hats full access to their ship.

“But are they ours or are we theirs?” Penguin wondered out loud.

Ikkaku only shrugged. “I don’t know, but Law’s not gonna be Pirate King, is he?”

If Penguin was honest, he wasn’t sure if Law had ever planned on being anything that wasn’t not-Doflamingo’s, but that was a thought he didn’t like to entertain. It wasn’t particularly fun to think of yourself as the first mate to a hollow Captain.

He rather enjoyed being the first mate to a man who insisted on giving even their non-combatants check-ups after a fight and pretended to drink his coffee black only to room in five cubes of sugar.

“He wants to figure out the Will of D. and all that, that’s like, Pirate King adjacent.”

“Oh, are we discussing our future… Emperorhood? Imperialship?”

Penguin turned around to find Shachi with a thoughtful expression and Uni with their sewing materials in tow approaching.

“What’s the word for being an Emperor?”

“I think it’s just ‘being an Emperor’. And it’s not our title, but Law’s,” Uni answered drily and sat down next to Ikkaku. They eyed her suit, then said, “I’m not fixing your suit again if you rip it.”

Ikkaku draped herself over Uni’s lap. “But Uni, don’t you love me?”

“No.”

While the two busied themselves with their slap-stick comedy performance, Shachi had apparently finished his musings. “Anyway, so, discussing our newfound Emperorhood?”

“No,” Penguin replied, “I’m wondering whether Captain knows we’re stuck with the Straw Hats.”

“Oh.” Shachi paused. “Yeah, no. I don’t think he’s realized it yet.”

“But he should have, right?” It seemed so very obvious to Penguin and despite all of Law’s ticks and flaws and the knowledge that their Captain could be very oblivious at the worst times, this thought didn’t want to stick. “Like, he’s going to need Robin and we’re not going to steal fucking Nico Robin from the Straw Hats. Multiple wrecked buildings are proclaiming ‘don’t steal from Straw Hat’. Besides, she seems to be just fine sharing information with him anyway.”

Robin was difficult to read. She smiled pleasantly even while breaking the necks of their enemies.

“Which means we’re theirs, right?” Ikkaku inserted herself back into the conversation, apparently done debating Uni.

Well, that was the crux of the situation. Before Penguin had the chance to ponder more on the question, Clione skipped over to them. The other people gave the Heart Pirates assembly a quick glance before going back to their drinking. The samurai and ninja were curious, certainly, but Penguin doubted the Straw Hats even cared to wonder what they were up to. Their crew had been elevated to Emperorhood – okay, yeah, Shachi was right; the word was fun – and had the benefit of an insane Captain steamrolling through impossibility anyway.

“Who’s what?” Clione asked, dropping a plate of Wano’s fish dishes in front of the group.

“We belong to the Straw Hats,” Uni filled her in, snatching food from the plate.

Clione blinked. “Oh, if that’s everything.”

“We’re not sure Law is aware of it yet.”

Clione shoved fish into her mouth. “Yes, and?”

“Somebody has to tell him.”

Clione blinked, again, blank-faced, and swallowed another bite. “Yes, and? What do we have a first mate for?”

Penguin kind of felt like screaming, but he refused to give in to the indignity. “Literally nobody wanted the job and that’s why I took it, not because I want to tell Trafalgar Law that Straw Hats own our asses!”

“I honestly always thought it more like a marriage. ‘Til death does us part and the black depths reunite us’ and all that. Didn’t the Captain basically propose on Dressrosa when he said to leave him with Straw Hat? I only got the TLDR,” Clione said in-between bites. “Seas, this food is fantastic.”

Moans of agreement sounded out and even Shachi, his best friend the traitor, wasn’t focusing. Penguin had a horrible crew. Absolutely terrible. He wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. “Well, I also don’t want to tell Law that we’re married to the Straw Hats.”

Other crews would be fair game. Penguin wasn’t one for blackmail, but what was the point of having the backup of the fifth – fourth? They did just screw over Kaido – Emperor if not to keep small fries off their backs?

“Could be worse,” Ikkaku threw in.

Uni reached for Clione’s plate and did something very interesting with a fork that Penguin did not want to examine any closer.

“How?”

“Doflamingo.”

Penguin shuddered. “Please don’t ever say anything like that ever again, thank-you-very-much.”

“Just because you haven’t considered ending up in his dollhouse—”

“I have,” Penguin interrupted, voice perhaps a little sharper than it would be under normal circumstances. “I have done nothing but spending a decade terrified of Doflamingo because very few things tend to scare Captain but that man did. No Doflamingo jokes.”

Ikkaku grimaced, then raised her hands apologetically. “Sorry, didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yeah.” Penguin adjusted his hat. “I know. So, back on topic: Straw Hats.”

“I mean, they already call it Straw Heart Alliance in the papers,” Uni brought up. “And it’s not like we’re a part of their crew and they order us around. If anything, Captain tries to order Straw Hat around.”

“And fails miserably at it,” Shachi said and poured them another drink. Not sake, Zoro was hoarding that, but some good-old self-brewed beer.

“Well, obviously.” Uni rolled their eyes. “Nobody orders Straw Hat around, but he at least tries to listen to Law and it all works out in the end.”

Ikkaku snorted. “I’m pretty sure Straw Hat traded his soul for all that luck.”

Penguin raised his glass in agreement but didn’t dare say it out loud. If there was one person who’d have managed to make a deal with some deity, it would definitely be Straw Hat, but best not summon it into existence.

“So what should Penguin do?” Shachi – why exactly hadn’t they made him first mate again? – volunteered him.

“Penguin should talk to the rest of the crew first,” Penguin decided and got up.

His crewmates cheered him on as he tracked down one member of their crew, but nobody really brought up something new or took pity on him. The only mildly helpful person was Jean Bart. Penguin liked their new helmsman. Their crew were all mostly of the same age and experience, Jean Bart being the one exception as an experienced and older Captain. It made him a good advisor when Penguin wasn’t sure how to continue.

“I think you should just break it to the Captain,” Jean Bart said, not beating around the bush. “The crew’s worried where we’re heading—”

“None of us are worried about the Alliance-Marriage. We’re worried about Law,” Penguin interrupted.

“The crew’s worried where we’re heading,” Jean Bart repeated blankly. “And we want Law to clarify.”

“This is a personal slight against me,” Penguin informed him and to prove it, stole Jean Bart’s Straw Hat-made dessert. Nobody could best Shachi’s stews, but Sanji’s meals were mouthwateringly awe-inspiring.

“Go talk to the Captain, Penguin.”

“I’m already going!” Penguin snatched up another treat and headed to the Captain, hoping the food would fill him with bravery.

Bepo had, apparently, run off with Carrot, leaving Law approachable between keepers.

Perfect.

Before Straw Hat or anyone else could get Law’s attention, Penguin secured a spot right next to him, slightly removed from the chaos. Their crew didn’t much socialize with others before this Alliance, which was just fine since they were twenty people living together in tight space and Law wasn’t too keen on strangers either. His position on the outskirts of this celebration didn’t surprise Penguin too much. Sometimes, all you needed was a breather.

“We can leave if you want,” Penguin said. “Ikkaku’s stocked up the Tang and we’re done here.”

Law paused in a manner Penguin hadn’t seen before, and he took it as permission to keep talking. “We can go off on our own again, pick up some of those publications we missed out on, find our own path on these seas. But…” Penguin looked at their crew intermingling with the others, laughing, celebrating, alive against all odds. “We also won’t mind if we stay here a bit longer. Straw Hat makes impossibility seem like a joke, and I know we don’t have to get friendly with them, but it’s nice, isn’t it? Traveling with them is an adventure.”

Perhaps the details didn’t matter as much – and wasn’t that a foreign thought for a crew as keen on structure as them? – as long as they were having fun and Straw Hat would keep their Captain smiling.

“I suppose we have to stick with them for now,” Law said. “Who knows what trouble Luffy-ya will get into and drag us into simply by association?”

Penguin nodded, pretending not to notice Law’s relief. “Best stay where we can keep an eye on them.”

Straw Hat had apparently spotted them now and was waving excitedly. Law tensed, bracing for impact.

“Yes,” Law agreed, grinning as wide and feral as his name urged him, free in this odd position of dependency they’d found themselves in. “Best stay

#trafalgar d water law #op penguin #op shanks #op bepo #heart pirates #one piece #fanfic

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