#and now punk hazard with tashigi

[beaulesbian]

"i have a weakness for powerful stares from lady sailors." "if you want to be saved, a strong but gentle lady sailor is the best!"

hello??? 🌈🌈 lesbian!nami fans winning like every arc!

[tashigi1006]

🌸☕💙

[kacievvbbbb]

Maybe it's just me and I just don't understand the arc. Or maybe this arc will get some grand conclusion I'm really starting to doubt. But like I'm sick and tired of Tashigi being used as Zoro's misogyny proxy. Like the "a woman swordsman could never beat a man" belief and trauma made sense for both Kuina and Tashigi and was a very valid fear way back in the East Blue when they were still fighting relatively normal people and had no scope of how big the world is

but at this point where there are literally 20 feet tall dudes and people can blow up a whole city with just Haki the only reason Tashigi is still weak is because she is being written that way. Which is really hard to understand because it seems now more than ever One Piece has been getting more and more strong female characters so I don't know why every time Tashigi is on screen with Zoro we have to rehash this. It's even worse cause all she does in the scene is prove Zoro right by getting in a fight that she can't handle and needing saving. It's such a confusing message and honestly doesn't really apply or come up anywhere but with Tashigi and Zoro (outside of that one time where Zoro yells at enel for blasting Robin because she's a woman which was weird because Robin's been in a lot of fights before but seemed there just so enel could point out just how ruthless it is.)

Hell with the exception of the G5 all being in love with her. She is treated like a regular character and not just "the woman"

It honestly feels like both Tashigi and Smoker got lost in the narrative and Oda just doesn't know where to put their arcs. It feels like she was being written to help Zoro overcome whatever mental block Kuina's death instilled in him about facing female opponents with his sword. But she is just sooooo far behind him it renders the point moot and strengthens his convictions (it's weird that he will literally crush a woman's face rather than use his sword and is the only reason I won't say he doesn't fight women he does he just seems to have a mental block about cutting them down especially if they fight with anything blade like) but also we've only ever seen him face female character he knows can't challenge him it would have been interesting to see what he'd do in a fight against someone like big mom, tsuru or smoothie doubt that will happen though. But here's to hoping for Tashigi to have an actual arc.

[hauntingblue]

We got koby today.... tashigi could cut the hand like zoro did in dressrosa but we got koby today....

[penkura]

knowing [5/8]

Summary: Sanji knew you were the one the moment he met you.

Pairing: Sanji x Reader

Warnings: None really. Normal One Piece stuff I guess.

Note: I love Dressrosa, Sanji got to go on a date lol. But obviously things are different here. ;) This one is also a little shorter, I wasn't sure what to do with this, but I'm fairly happy with it. Next week will be much longer! And on time I swear omg.

[Ch. 1] ● [Ch. 2] ● [Ch. 3] ● [Ch. 4]

With the events of Fishman Island behind you, arriving on Punk Hazard, you drew straws with everyone willing to venture to the burning side of the island, being one to join Luffy, Zoro, Robin, and Usopp to scope the place out. You promised Sanji you’d be fine, you’d stick by Zoro even thought Sanji didn’t like that either, he knew you trusted Zoro as much as you trusted him. You knew Sanji would be fine taking care of the rest of your crewmates, even when you make it to the frozen side of the island and see things have gone a bit awry, as your friends are now all swapped around thanks to one Warlord.

“Okay, okay,” you looked between the four as Usopp took out a notepad and pencil to keep things straight, “So, Franky is in Chopper’s body.”

“Super right, buddy!”

“And, Chopper is in Sanji’s body.”

Sanji, or, well, Chopper nodded, starting to cling onto you which felt weird even though it was your boyfriend’s body it was Chopper’s mind.

“Nami is in Franky’s body.”

Nami-Franky was nearly in tears, poor Nami crying over not being herself.

“And…” You looked over the to the last member of your crew, smiling when see they aren’t looking at you, “Sanji is in Nami’s body.”

Slight nod, you nearly laughed at the whole situation, while everyone was wondering how to fix it. You weren’t sure you knew the answer, but thought Trafalgar Law was your only way of getting the whole thing fixed.

You all take to just calling your swapped friends by their names, you taking a seat by Sanji and patting his back while he kept his head in his hand, not having fully looked at you since you showed up. Being in Nami’s body must’ve been a lot for him to take in, especially considering his relationship with you.

“We’ll get you back to normal, Sanji. It’ll be okay.”

He stayed quiet for several moments, before finally turning to give you a hug that you returned.

“It’s probably weird,” Sanji said while almost burrowing into your shoulder, “but I just need a minute, I’ll be fine…”

“I know, I know.”

It was a little weird, to hear his voice coming from Nami, but for the time being, you’d have to accept it. It wouldn’t change anything about your relationship, it was only temporary. Even when Sanji left with Zoro and Brook to go after the torso-less Kin’emon, you stayed with the rest of your crew, helping calm the withdrawal suffering and mostly giant children, as Luffy and Franky ran to save Nami from whoever snatched her thinking she was Franky.

Once Luffy and the others return, with Trafalgar Law at their side, and an alliance planned thanks to Luffy not stopping to ask anyone else. You were all for it, making Nami mostly yell at you after she was swapped into Sanji’s body.

Nami in Sanji’s body was even weirder than the other swaps, but it felt stranger when Nami hugged you as she cried over now being in your boyfriend’s body instead of her own. You looked over at Law, giving him a slight glare that he returned.

“What?”

“I kind of hate you right now.”

You were glad later that day when Law finally switched the two back. Sanji was so happy that the second he got the chance, he hugged you so tightly before running off to help Tashigi and the other Marines while you went on with Nami and the others to help Chopper stop the children from getting the spiked candy.

“I’m glad for you and Sanji,” Nami made a slight face that caused you to laugh, “But thank God I’m back in my body, I didn’t want you guys being weird while we were swapped.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry!! All we did was hug!”

“Still weird.”

Robin smiled hearing your conversation and the near cackle you let out at Nami’s reaction.

Personally, she was just glad Franky wasn’t in Chopper’s body anymore.

+!+

“That little brat.”

“Sanji. He’s a child.”

“He knows what he’s doing.”

You fought back a laugh at the scowl on Sanji’s face while Momonosuke, one of the children you’d helped rescue from Punk Hazard with his father Kin’emon, slept on your lap. Of course, you knew the child had a bit of a bias towards women, whether because he didn’t have his mother or because of perverted reasons, you didn’t want to know really. You preferred to just view him like your little brothers, someone who needed some comfort and attention.

“He reminds me of my youngest brother,” You smiled a bit, watching Momonosuke while Sanji watched you still, “He was four when I left home, I felt awful cause he was crying and holding onto my leg so tightly…I almost stayed.”

“Yeah?”

Nodding, you looked over and gave Sanji a smile that he returned. “He was the baby before the new one my mom was pregnant with, we really thought he was going to be the last one.”

“There are nine of you now?”

“Yep.”

Sanji quietly nodded, turning back to his dinner prep and trying to decide if he should say something else, before finally doing so.

“I’m…one of five.”

“…really?”

“Mm,” Sanji knew you were just watching his back, he was still trying to word things, that was the second thing he’d ever told you about his family, the first being his mother’s name, “I have one older sister…and three brothers, two older and one younger. My brothers and I were quadruplets.”

Your eyes widened and you had the sudden fear of having quadruplets yourself, before Sanji, who turned around to see your fear, quickly calming you down by saying his parents had help and there was no record of natural multiples of that many in his family line, you were safe. At the most you could have twins one day, but even that was rare.

Once Sanji had talked you down from running away with a million bunny trails, he sat beside you and watched Momonosuke sleep.

“I guess he’s kind of cute.”

“Kids are always cute when they sleep.”

The three of you are quiet for a bit, Sanji thinking of different things while watching you and Momonosuke. He wondered if you wanted to be a mom one day, do you actually want kids with him? He’d heard you and Nami talking about the kids from Punk Hazard, how you wanted to help them and the soft spot you both had for children. Having watched you the last couple days, on your trip to Dressrosa, as you spent time with Momonosuke and helped care for him, it made him want to have children with you so much sooner than you probably should or could.

Of course, he wanted to marry you first, but he had decided you would be a wonder mother one day, if that was what you wanted.

Luffy nearly broke into the kitchen a few moments later, shouting that you’d all arrived at Dressrosa, and it was time to get off the ship.

You had already been enlisted by Law to come with him to help hand over Caesar to Doflamingo, which Sanji didn’t particularly like as he was supposed to stay on Sunny with Nami, Chopper, Momonosuke, and Brook. While he trusted Law as an ally, the way you two seemed to be hanging out more and getting closer, it made Sanji a little jealous to see, but he was trying to push it aside after you’d forgiven him for his indiscretions with seeing the mermaids on Fishman Island.

He didn’t want to do anything to lose you.

+!+

"Hey, come with me, moss head."

Zoro didn't have a chance to argue with Sanji about going elsewhere before the blond pulled him into a store by his sleeve. He didn't even get to see what kind of shop he'd been dragged into, what if it was a place he didn't want to be? Once he did see it was a jewelry store, Zoro grumbled to himself about how stupid of a place this was for him to be, he didn't need anything more. His three earrings were more than enough. Why did Sanji even want to be here?

"Hey, what the hell are we doing here?"

"Shut up for a minute." Sanji growled out a bit, before turning back to the store clerk and handing the man a ring, asking to see anything in that size. Once the clerk brought over several rings that matched, Sanji started looking at them closely while Zoro watched him for a few minutes.

He finally had a thought about what Sanji was doing, but there was no way right?

He definitely wasn't doing what Zoro thought he was doing, despite his mumbling to himself about what was too gaudy or too ugly for you.

"What are you doing, curly brow?"

Stopping for a second, Sanji held a small ring in his hand before he looked at Zoro.

"I want to ask [Y/N] to marry me. I don't know when yet, but I want to do it soon."

He really was doing exactly what Zoro thought he was doing. Sanji was trying to choose an engagement ring for you. He'd probably only dragged Zoro into the shop with him so the swordsman wouldn't get lost, but the fact he even told Zoro what was doing was a surprise. You had gone with Law, Robin, and Usopp to hand off Caesar to Doflamingo if all went well, so there was no chance of you randomly walking in and finding out about this before he was ready to ask.

Sanji had known for a while that he wanted to marry you. If you all hadn't separated for two years, he believed he would have asked much sooner, but he also knew things would work out the way he hoped and planned either way. Whether he asked tomorrow or in another year, he felt certain you'd say yes. After watching you with Momonosuke since he and Kin’emon had joined you all, he knew his decision to ask you was going to be the right one, he knew you were going to be a great mother to whatever children you may have in the future.

Zoro was surprised Sanji hadn't asked you to marry him yet. He saw the gross, lovesick look the chef always gave when you were around him, the far off look in his eyes when he'd watch you spending time with someone else on the ship, and even the tiniest bit of visible jealousy as you spoke with Law about the plans he had for you all in Dressrosa. He knew you were the same way, lovesick looks when Sanji wasn't paying attention, you'd told Zoro many things that he didn't need or want to hear about how you loved the blond, and the way you'd be the first to offer to help clean and wash dishes after dinner.

There were even the few moments Zoro would catch you two on the deck, against the railing. Sanji would have an arm around you, leaning in to whisper whatever he had to say, which more often than not would make you blush and giggle a bit, doing the same to keep your conversation private. Zoro couldn't hear the likely gross, lovey-dovey  things you were saying to each other to elicit such reactions, and he didn't want or need to know.

If your relationship was out in the open for everyone to know about, Zoro could only imagine how gross you two would be.

"Surprised you haven't asked her yet."

"Yeah well," Sanji handed the ring he'd chosen to the clerk, who walked off to get it rang up while he took a drag from his cigarette, "Things have been moving so quickly lately we've barely had time alone as it is."

"You gonna ask her once this is done with?"

Taking the bag once he'd paid for the ring, Sanji shook his head while he and Zoro left the jewelry store. "No, I don't think so. I want to ask at the right moment."

"Better not make her wait forever," Zoro smirked a bit, but he knew Sanji wasn't going to take too much longer to pop the question to you, "Who knows, she might fall for Traffy if you do."

"Don't joke about that, you lame ass moss head!"

+!+

Dressrosa was freed in a day, you were glad when the birdcage came down and knew Luffy had taken down Doflamingo, finally. Your part was to help the townspeople after you worked with Robin and Usopp to stop Sugar’s Devil Fruit powers, having run off after your call with Luffy’s group and Sanji’s on the Sunny. Despite your concern for your friends, you were also worried for the regular people who had no part in the whole ordeal. Even with Marines around you tried to be sneaky, as a kunoichi should be, and slip around to help anyone who needed it, but especially the children that had been separated from their parents or other family members. Every moment and reunion made you miss your own parents and siblings, but also made you grateful to have the chance to make a difference in someone else’s life.

After your few days of rest in Kyros’ home and quick escape from the kingdom, you were glad to he back on a ship, even if it wasn’t the Sunny, returning to water made you even happier than you would’ve expected it to, even though it had only been a few days.

Much of your time during your trip to Zou was spent with Robin and Law, Zoro noticed. Or course you’d be near to Robin, she was like the big sister you never had, but Law was a surprise. He didn’t seem like the kind of person you’d be drawn to, let alone friends with, but maybe there was something else going on.

He was joking when be told Sanji you could go after Law if the blond tool too long to propose to you, it wasn’t a real thought in his mind at the time.

Eventually you tale a break from everyone and go to Zoro, sitting beside him and leaning into his arm, which makes him nod towards Law and Robin.

“What’s going on there?”

“Oh, I was just getting an idea of Traffy’s plan. He’s really got things all figured out.”

“Not what I meant.”

Tilting your head, you look back to them, before realizing what Zoro meant and feeling your face heat up.

“Oh. Oh! No, no, no, Zoro, nothing like that!”

“Look just cause the cook isn’t here and you’re still a secret doesn’t mean—”

“Zoro. Trust me. Law is cool and all that, but I’m not attracted to him. Sanji’s the only one for me.”

Zoro shrugged a bit, going back to his drink your interrupted him from. He does believe you, he’d been watching and the look in your eyes while you talked to Law, it wasn’t at all like the one you have when you look at Sanji. That look you have when you’re in love with someone, completely smitten and enthralled by them, you’ve only ever given that look to Sanji ever since you met.

“You’ll be back with your weird boyfriend soon.”

Giggling, you nod and close your eyes, just thinking about seeing Sanji again.

See you in Zou, Sanji.

[l-in-the-light]

Trafalgar Law and his rare friendships (Law and closeness series part 4)

Let's venture into less explored territory. And we will start with no one else but our beloved Kinemon!

They met at Punk Hazard, Kinemon doing some rampage and Law was sent by Caesar to stop him. At first he cut him up into three pieces apparently, but I think Kin is colorizing here a lot.

Because let's take a look at his awesome feats. He might be cut into pieces, but he's still a decent threat despite that! I think Law started by cutting Kinemon in half, then got surprised he still tried to fight him, and then he cut off his head as well only to realize that even the head alone is probably bouncing around as well! So he caught it, but in the meantime the legs already run somewhere else and the torso escaped Law on his way back to lab somehow which is where Brook finds it later. And Law was probably like "screw it, I don't have time for this" and left it be for now. But I bet it wasn't "letting his torso to rot, and feed legs to wild beasts" like Kinemon claims. After all his legs turned out to be just fine lol. And we know by now that Kin's legs just run off on their own aimlessly, so this is probably what actually happened.

And this is how Strawhats find Kin. I guess Kinemon was still causing a lot of trouble despite being only a head. Maybe he tried to bite Law? Anyway, he must have been really *mad* to cut him up into that many tiny pieces. I think Kinemon was behaving like a little shit. It's important to mention Law never did that to anyone else before.

And he attempts to do the same to Tashigi who is also trying to bounce around while being cut in half.

Yeah, Kinemon and Law started off on a great note there. But I think Kin earned Law's respect for that, because this is probably what Kin shouted at him while being cut into smaller and smaller pieces:

And Law shoved his head into some closed off room, instead of giving it to Caesar. I think he was trying to spare him and hoping he can restore him back later on.

As soon as they both end up on Strawhats ship, Kinemon already treats Law with respect! It's no longer "that warlord" but "Law-dono".

It seems that despite what Kinemon says, Law actually earned his respect back there already. He even tried to catch his name or the title to know who he is.

It's so sweet he's already asking Law to give him a ride to Zou and before he can get an answer Luffy butts-in haha.

He's always listening carefully to Law's plan in Dressrosa and keeps closely with his assigned group. And yes, it's implied that Law was the one who strategically seperated the groups.

Kin is the first one to raise a concern to stick to the plan and not waste any time. He understands the stakes but won't venture off on his own, instead making sure the whole group knows what to do. That's because they left before Law finished going over the plan again. Kinemon took it on himself to make sure "they got the memo", so to speak.

Kin's also the one who seems most worried about Law, probably because when he almost rescued him he realized in what kind of terrible state he was. "Answer me!!" there is a lot of concern there he didn't show for any of the Strawhats yet, but he did for Law.

His idea to distract and cause some chaos by disguising himself was also something Law would approve of.

On Barto's ship Kin is already taking care of the dangers ahead of others, because he's aware his friends are still recoving from their injuries.

Kinemon never forgets that Strawhats and Law are in alliance and are two seperate crews. He asks Law specifically for help as well, clearly surprising him with that request. Kin's amazement seems to be very genuine and he is very polite in how he asks for help.

And then alliance happens, they bump fists together I bet Law must have braced himself for it and Luffy declares "Being in alliance means we're friends!". This is the moment Luffy defines what Kinemon and Law's relationship is supposed to be from now on: friendship. And of course Law is annoyed about that, it should be up to him to decide stuff like that! Luffy doesn't care though, pushing Law's boundaries further for him.

Law already takes on his role in the alliance, assuring Kin they will be safe in his submarine and no one will be able to suddenly attack them on his watch. Now this is a turn of 180 degrees, Law takes them as his own personal responsibility from now on, gives emotional reassurance and basically saying "count on me" but with different words. He already succumbed to the fate Luffy bestowed upon him.

And take a look at this. There is team Luffy, team Nekomamushi, Team Inuarashi and Team Kinemon. Do you know what that means? Yes, Law handed the leadership over the group to Kinemon! Meanwhile himself taking the role of a support and protection. And this trend will continue all the way in Wano as well.

Apparently he visited Kinemon at the castle ruins every single day. Most likely worried about his health condition.

Law apologized immediately to Kinemon the moment the other asks what's going on. Even takes the blame for himself, but also takes extra time to reassure Kin that his part of the plan is unaffected and no one knows about the samurais. I think it's implied again that it was Law who seperated the tasks in each group meanwhile taking a supervisor role himself. He told Kinemon to find Akazaya samurais and they had a whole operation going on in the background with gathering supplies of weapons and food, bit by bit, while officially putting the blame on some third party. Knowing Kinemon he wouldn't be smart enough to think of it this way, so Law at the very least helped him organize stuff. Besides we don't see Kinemon running around and making sure everything works out: that's Law actually, checking up with all the groups and resolving any potential crisis situations (like when he warned Sanji of trouble and took it on himself to lead the whole group to safety). Besides we have Sanji's words for proof when Law apologized to Kinemon: "What kind of shoddy operation are you running, Law?!" which is pretty direct in pointing out who the actual mastermind is behind the Wano's battle.

Seeing how Kin also wasn't the smartest at reading the coded picture message about the raid, I think it was originally Law's idea as well that the message should be some sort of code only people involved would understand. The raid picture also mentions meeting up at a port specifically, and that seems to be a reoccuring point plan in every of Law's plans ever since Rocky PORT Incident. Even in Dressrosa and Punk Hazard the chosen meeting points for all seperated groups were told to be specific ports.

When it turns out there was a traitor in the midst of their core team, it's Law who seems to have taken it on himself to dig up information from Hawkins. Interestingly enough every last samurai arrives for the raid despite that every single bridge in the country had been destroyed. I have no evidence but I think it's likely Law helped all those people travel to the "true" meeting spot. After all we didn't see him for days before the raid, and while many fans believed Law turned into a snitch, the raid itself denies it: Law was from the very beginning to the very end on the alliance's side. But then why didn't he take credit for what he did to make the raid a success? Well, he didn't take any credit at all before either, giving it all to Kinemon, so why would he start to take it for himself suddenly?

Here Law rescues the samurais, scolding them for underestimating the sea. Doesn't it look similar to you? Law is rising them up just like Oden did on his execution day. This symbolically proves Law is the actual person carrying the whole battle operation on his back. Just like his full name, Trafalgar Waterloo, should have hinted us all along. His reactions to all the others discussing what's happening are also very telling - Law's the only one not surprised that samurais aren't there yet, that there is a traitor, not even surprised that Kid is there. But he is taken aback about news of Big Mom and Jinbei, because that's some wild cards he didn't know anything about before.

Even though Law protests his submarine isn't samurais garrison, it's pretty clear who samurais themselves think runs their plan in reality. And worthy to notice here: Law no longer calls Kinemon by his full name. It's "Kin" from now on. And how many people did we ever see Law using such an affectionate name for before? With him you're either "something-ya" or a full name basis. Kin is literally the only exception. You can't see it as anything else but affectionate. Throughout Wano they became really close friends.

And of course Law saves Kinemon's skin by coming up with a backup plan on the fly and even decides he will carry the samurais to the back entrance of the island on his submarine. He also allows Kinemon to take the full credit, not really expecting any gratitude. He just sits there in the background, letting others take the spotlight.

And this is a good moment to remind us of what Sengoku told Law about love. It should be unconditional, which means you don't expect anything in return for your help. Law usually operates on "favour for a favour" basis or impersonal alliance level. But in this "alliance" he doesn't even want the credit, doesn't expect anything in return, and breaks his own rule of not calling people in affectionate ways. And does he even get anything for himself from this alliance besides the rise in his own bounty?

Imo there's only one possible conclusion here: Law accepted the condition of the alliance Luffy set up all the way back in Zou, it's supposed to be a friendship. Law indeed fullfilled that condition, he truly became friends with Kin. Of course he still wouldn't admit openly that they're friends, but like always with Law, we need to actually look at his actions and subtext. This friendship wouldn't have happened if friendship with Luffy didn't happen first! After the raid Law doesn't stay at the shogun's palace and instead stays with the ships at the port, but I bet you anything Kinemon ran to him at least once to tell him how grateful he was for his help.

So that's one confirmed friendship of Law we see in the series (besides the one he has with Luffy, but I elaborated on that one all the way back in part 2). The other friendships we can see in the series is that with Bepo, Penguin and Shachi, and Wolf in Law's novel. We know that Law created Hearts Pirates together with them, he doesn't consider Hearts to be his own creation, it's theirs as much as it's Law's. That friendship started off on a sour ground, Penguin and Shachi were bullying Bepo and Law saved him. But they quickly became friends and Law's strength and attitude earned their deepest respect. Penguin and Shachi sometimes allow themselves very cheeky comments ("Captain! You're so sexy now!"), they're also slightly older than him, but despite that they have really big respect for Law and always listen to him, despite sometimes complaining ("Captain got carried away" or "stop him Bepo!!"). They know each other well and as teens they spent a lot of late nights just talking together. They would sacrifice their lives for Law and Law would do the same for them, but he's also not beyond sending them to safety instead and taking all the risk on himself. They often shower Law in compliments, almost like they know he has low self-esteem, but then they know him for 13 years already, of course they would be best friends at this point and know that stuff about him (about his touching trauma probably as well).

Bepo is the only one privileaged with any physical affection, he is Law's safe haven, the last one he allowed himself to keep. The main Hearts also know of Law's past and his full name, as well as the fact he is a D. Of course they also started doing those silly power rangers-like poses when Law introduces his crew and I bet you anything it's a nod to Sora Warrior of the Sea. They're all fanboying the comics together. Law is probably slightly more affectionate with his Hearts than anyone else (which in this case means he allows himself to be a bit more open, but he still keeps some distance from them), but we can see he still acts like a leader for them, trying his best to earn the respect he received. But we also see him worrying about Bepo a lot in Wano when the mink ate a poisoned fish. He almost threw his own raid plan out of the window just because Bepo asked to not leave him alone; clearly they are his firstmost priority. Too bad we don't have that many of their interactions to analyze.

And then we have his friendship with the old man Wolf, inventor from North Blue, who took Law in (spoilers ahead for Law's novel!). At first their relations are mostly "favour for a favour" kind, something that Law knows well because he tends to operate on same basis. So, Law is allowed to stay at Wolf's place if he finds a job and helps with chores and testing the inventions. They take turns preparing the meals. Everything changes when Wolf has an unfortunate accident and Law saves his life. Wolf then asks for a friendship and Law thinks to himself that he can't really refuse a request from someone who doesn't usually do "friendships", he feels honoured with that trust. Wolf still acts as their mentor but it feels more like they became a family. Law is very grateful to Wolf for standing in defense of Penguin and Shachi. Wolf is also the one who teaches young Law how to be a captain and puts it into his head that he needs to take responsibility at all times. In general Wolf acts rather cold and rough, but always shows a kind heart when any of them needs it, and I bet Law took on his habits because that feels a lot like how Law himself acts on many occassions.

Wolf definitely became some sort of a rolemodel for him, but there were also few occassions when Law allowed himself to say some really spoiled and cheeky things to him (like: you do the dishes from now on). Law also helps Wolf make a tough decision: to resign from taking responsibility for his son's actions and not to kill him with his own hands, he literally stops his effort by saying "Family shouldn't kill each other". At the end Wolf gives them a partying gift: a yellow submarine, and encourages Law to go out to seas to look for freedom and experience life as he wants. Even 3 years later both of them think of each other fondly, implying that maybe one day Heart Pirates will return to share stories about their adventures.

That's all the canon provides us. Law generally keeps to himself, but in Law's novel he doesn't seem to have any problem to make friendships, every person he saves becomes eventually his friend, which really gives one more argument that there's no way Luffy would be the exception to that rule. But it becomes clear that the older Law gets the more reserved he becomes and doesn't seek out friendships. He probably wouldn't have perceived Kinemon as his friend if not for the condition of the alliance Luffy applied. And this begs to ask about the elephant in the room: why? Why is he that reserved and why did he allow himself to accept Kinemon as friend in the end? I think he felt it's okay to become friends with Kinemon, because he's a samurai thrugh and through. Even if they win and Kin lives, Law would leave Wano and probably never see him again. I guess that made the decision easier on him to some degree.

I have some ideas about possible reasons why Law avoids any new friendships or affectionate bonds with people and instead tries as much as he can to keep it impersonal. He clearly can be a caring and dedicated friend and I don't think his trauma is the only reason why he avoids people. Because there's no reason anymore (after defeating Doffy and Kaido) to not openly admit he made new friends. I will take a closer look at his possible reasons in the next post.

[mega-ringsandthings-world]

some LT AU fashion: for context, some shit happens and now everyone in OP dresses like they're on the catwalk (they're being dressed based on vibes, symbolism and how expensive the clothes are) transcripts of notes/references below

Law has a coat for every day of the week is out-cunting Caesar in his own home Monet has designs on his virtue looks like something from Tron: Legacy and that's a plus had a whole new wardrobe designed before going to Punk Hazard fishnet turtleneck because he's a slut

Robin she has the fur bottom coat had insect designs put on it for Luffy is breaking all the sumptuary laws has a matching hat and muff not pictured: the head of the fox on her right shoulder (it's fox fur) designs are made from actual gold thread the tail of the fox is her muff fabulous and knows it yes, those are Chanel boots

Perona is at her and Zoro's farewell party @Mihawk's Mihawk made the dress is the best dressed there (by default) is about to drag Zoro's outfit for filth dress has a matching caplet is currently giving an interview and just called Mihawk old

Tashigi arriving to G-5 is about to eat shit in those heels jacket is her fave part of the outfit marine color scheme ying yang earrings (gift from smoker) not pictured: the marines on either side of her making sure she doesn't fall jet-lagged (ship-lagged?) not sure how she feels about the stockings bag is full of Smoker's cigars (probably)

Kuzan/Akoiji post Punk Hazard (not a marine) marine clasp worn ironically immediately got out the jeans and beanie after the ass-beating those jeans are designer and cost more than your life giving princess leia vibes with the caplet and hair he's tired

Kuzan/Akoiji pre Punk Hazard (marine) running away from the paparazzi is about to ditch the entire outfit he held the title of "Best-Dressed Marine" for two weeks because of this outfit the seventies called they want him to come visit man has got the go-go boots on under those pants

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☠️ Up in Smoke

Up in Smoke: You are a G-5 Commander and work under Tashigi and Smoker. When G-5 get’s back from Punk Hazard, you bitterly help clean up Smoker because you are the only one who he will remotely allow to touch him like that. Naturally, Smoker refuses to take medical help lying down.

Warnings: Blood, Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Smoker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~5.5k

The dim light of the infirmary casts shadows over the battered form of Vice-Admiral Smoker. His body sprawls on the metal table, shirtless and riddled with cuts and bruises. Blood mats his silver hair, and a large gash runs across his chest. You, one of his commanders, are the only one he’ll let tend to him, a fact that has you grumbling under your breath. He won't even let actual doctors touch him!

“Stubborn bastard,” you mutter, dipping a cloth into a basin of water. “You latch onto a fight like a gods damned pit bull.”

You wipe away the dried blood from his forehead, your fingers brushing against the rough scar tissue. The room smells of antiseptic and iron, a scent that clings to your nostrils. Your hands work methodically, washing away the grime and blood with precision. Smoker’s chest rises and falls steadily, his breath heavy but even. At least he has that going for him.

“He’ll be alright?” One of the G-5 Marines lingers by the doorway, his voice laced with worry.

“He’ll live,” you reply curtly, not looking up from your work. “If he’d stop getting himself nearly killed.”

The Marine nods, retreating back into the hallway and closing the door behind him. You continue your task, moving to clean the blood from Smoker’s temple. The damp cloth glides over his buzzed hair when suddenly his hand shoots up, gripping your wrist in a vice-like hold.

“Easy,” you say softly. “It’s just me, Smoker.”

Smoker’s eyes flicker open, pupils dilating as he takes in his surroundings. His grip loosens slightly but doesn’t release entirely.

“Commander,” he rasps, voice hoarse from disuse. “How did I get back?”

“Your men brought you in,” you reply, annoyance creeping into your tone. “They practically begged me to patch you up.”

Smoker’s eyes narrow as he processes this information. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

“You never do,” you retort, pulling your wrist free from his grasp. “But someone has to keep you in one piece.”

Smoker grunts in irritation but doesn’t argue further. He lies back down, allowing you to continue tending to his wounds.

“Next time,” you mutter while applying antiseptic to a particularly nasty cut on his shoulder, “try not to get yourself killed.”

“Noted,” he responds dryly, closing his eyes again.

You finish applying the last stick-on bandage to Smoker’s chest, the adhesive barely holding against the slick sheen of blood and sweat. Each wound, a testament to his relentless (and somewhat stupid) pursuit of justice, is now neatly patched up. You lean back, surveying your work.

“There,” you say, standing and wiping your hands on a rag. “Try and spend a day resting before you charge after your next target.”

“Are you giving me lip, Commander?” Smoker’s voice carries that familiar edge of challenge.

“If that’ll get you to listen to me for once,” you fire back, a smirk playing at the corner of your mouth.

He grunts, choosing not to argue further. Instead, he reaches for his discarded jacket, fingers finding two cigars hidden in the folds. He lights them with a flick of his lighter, inhaling deeply before exhaling a thick plume of smoke.

You give him a dirty look and snatch the cigars from his mouth without hesitation, flinging a finger in his face. “You’re not allowed to smoke until your wounds stop bleeding,” you point out firmly.

Smoker’s eyes narrow at your defiance. Rather than anger, there’s something else flickering in those brown depths. He grabs your wrist—the one pointing in his face—and pushes you back against the nearest wall. The cold surface meets your back as he leans in close.

“What makes you think you can order me around?” His voice is low, dangerous, but there's an unmistakable tension that crackles between you both.

“I’m just doing my job,” you reply evenly, though your pulse quickens under his intense gaze. “And someone needs to keep you in line and alive.”

His grip tightens slightly around your wrist. “That so? Seems like insubordination to me.”

“Maybe it is,” you challenge, lifting your chin defiantly. “But if that’s what it takes for you to take care of yourself…”

The corner of Smoker’s mouth twitches upward before he closes the gap between you two with a rough kiss. His lips are demanding, urgent, as if trying to communicate everything he can’t put into words.

The taste of smoke lingers on his lips, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. Your heart pounds in your chest as you drag him closer, parting your lips to deepen the kiss. Smoker's response is immediate and intense, his tongue darting out to wind with yours, claiming every corner of your mouth with an insatiable hunger.

His hands are not idle. They roam over your Marine uniform, fingers grazing the fabric with a deliberate slowness that sends heat pooling in your stomach. His touch is both commanding and teasing, a stark contrast to the rough kiss that has you gasping for breath.

“You think you can handle this?” Smoker growls against your lips, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your body.

“Try me,” you retort, defiance still burning bright in your eyes.

He doesn’t need further encouragement. Smoke begins to curl from his body, wisps of it sliding under your uniform and coiling around your skin. It’s cool and insubstantial, a ghostly caress that contrasts sharply with the heat of his hands. The sensation makes you shudder involuntarily, a gasp escaping your lips.

Smoker’s hands slide down to your hips, gripping them possessively as he presses his body against yours. The hard planes of his muscles are a stark reminder of his strength, and the feel of him against you is intoxicating. His mouth moves to your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Possessive much?

Your hands find their way to his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle as he continues his assault on your lips. The smoke winds tighter around you, teasing and stroking in ways that make it hard to think straight. It’s everywhere—sliding under your clothes, wrapping around your thighs, and teasing at the edges of your most sensitive spots.

“Smoker,” you gasp out, half in warning and half in plea.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark with desire and something else—something deeper. “You want me to stop?”

“No,” you reply breathlessly.

His grin is feral as he captures your lips again, this time softer but no less demanding. His hands slip under your shirt, fingers trailing up your stomach to cup your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. The smoke follows suit, swirling around each touch like an extension of him.

You arch into his touch, a moan escaping from deep within your throat. The dual sensations of his rough hands and the teasing smoke have you squirming against him, desperate for more. He chuckles darkly against your lips before pulling back just enough to speak.

“You’re mine tonight,” he declares roughly. “Understand?”

“Yes,” you breathe out without hesitation.

Smoker smirks at your response, a predatory glint in his eyes. He crushes his lips against yours with a fervor that sends sparks racing through your veins. The taste of smoke lingers, intoxicating and rough, as you drag him closer, parting your lips to let him in. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, claiming it with an urgency that matches the fierce grip of his hands on your hips.

You gasp against his mouth, the sound swallowed by the ferocity of his kiss. His smoke snakes around your jacket, tugging it off your shoulders with deftness. His hands dig into your hips, pulling you flush against the hard planes of his body. You can feel every muscle, every inch of strength coiled beneath his skin.

“Smoker,” you murmur against his lips, the word barely more than a breath.

His response is to rip your shirt open, buttons flying in all directions. The sudden exposure makes you gasp again, and he swallows the sound with another searing kiss.

“You ruined my shirt,” you manage to mutter between kisses.

“Keep stalling and I’ll ruin the rest of your clothes too,” he growls back, fingers already working to yank the shredded fabric free from your arms.

He discards your shirt and lets his eyes rake over your body. Smoke winds around you like tendrils, undoing your bra with an ease that takes you by surprise. What exactly can he do with it? The straps fall down your shoulders, exposing more of yourself to his hungry gaze.

“Beautiful,” Smoker gruffly declares as he lets the bra fall away completely, revealing your heaving breasts to him. His hands are on you instantly, exploring with a possessive intensity. Fingers stroke and massage, kneading each breast as his thumbs brush over your nipples in slow circles that make you softly moan.

His mouth descends onto your neck, teeth grazing and biting at the sensitive skin there. Each nip sends waves of sharp pleasure coursing through you, mingling with the heat burning in your lower belly. You arch into his touch, unable to suppress the whine that escapes your lips.

Smoker’s hands migrate back to your hips. With a swift motion, he lifts you effortlessly and presses you against the wall. The cool surface contrasts sharply with the heat of his body as he begins to suck and lick at your breasts.

“Ah!” You squeak involuntarily at the intensity of it all.

“I didn’t know you could make such a cute sound,” Smoker remarks between licks and nips.

Annoyance flares briefly within you. You tug on his hair in retaliation.

He chuckles darkly before capturing one nipple with his mouth. The sensation is electric as he sucks and swirls his tongue around it, making you squirm against him.

While Smoker suckles and nips at your breast, you feel the smoke slither down your body, curling around your waist. It works its way lower, tugging at the laces of your boots with an almost eerie precision. The sensation is strange, a ghostly touch that sends tingles through your skin. You kick out reflexively, trying to dispel the smoke.

“Stop that,” you growl, annoyed at how easily it’s undressing you.

Smoker pulls back slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You think you can fight my smoke?” His voice is a low rumble, vibrating against your chest.

The smoke continues its work despite your struggles, pulling off your boots and socks with surprising dexterity. You feel the cool air on your bare feet as the smoke retreats momentarily before winding back up your legs. The tendrils slide under the waistband of your pants, teasing at the sensitive skin of your stomach.

Your breath hitches as the smoke caresses you, sending electric tingles through your nerves. It moves with deliberate slowness, undoing the button of your pants and sliding them down over your hips. The sensation is both maddening and intoxicating as the fabric slips away, leaving you exposed.

“Damn it,” you mutter, a mix of frustration and desire coloring your voice.

Smoker’s grin widens as he watches you squirm. “Like I said and you agreed,” he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. “You’re mine tonight.”

He leans back in, his mouth reclaiming one of your nipples while his hands roam over the newly bared skin of your hips and thighs. His touch is rough yet precise, each stroke igniting a fire within you. You arch into him instinctively, seeking more of that intense contact.

The smoke continues to weave around you like as an extension of his will, exploring every inch of exposed skin with feather-light touches that make you gasp and moan. It’s relentless, teasing and tormenting in equal measure.

“Smoker,” you gasp out again, fingers digging into his shoulders as he bites down gently on your nipple before sucking hard. He doesn't grace you with a response.

The smoke tightens around your waist, lifting you higher against the wall. You feel it wrapping around your thighs, holding you firmly against the wall as Smoker's hands glide down your sides. His touch is rough and sends a rush of heat through you. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, tugging at them with barely restrained strength. Oh he better not!

"Don't ruin them," you warn, your voice shaky but firm. "They're my comfortable pair!"

Smoker pauses, his mouth leaving your nipple to look up at you with a smirk. "Too bad," he murmurs before flicking his tongue across your nipple again, the sensation making you gasp. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and intense. "You won't need them tonight," he adds, his voice a low growl that makes your throbbing cunt clench.

Smoker tears your underwear from your hips, the sound of ripping fabric sharp in the heated air. You barely have time to feel the outrage before he grabs your head, pulling you sharply into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. His lips crush against yours, hot and insistent, his tongue immediately invading your mouth with a force that leaves you breathless.

A noise of frustration bubbles up from your throat, but it’s silenced by his passionate kiss. His tongue tangles with yours, rough and demanding, making it hard to think of anything but the searing heat between you. Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers digging into the strands as you try to match his intensity.

While you're lost in the fervor of the kiss, Smoker’s hand slides between your legs. His fingers push through the lips of your cunt with a deliberate slowness that makes you groan again his mouth. The sensation is electric, sending waves of heat through you as he explores every inch of your wetness.

“Gods,” you moan against his lips, the sound swallowed by his relentless kiss.

His fingers move with a precise rhythm, sliding in and out of you with an intensity that has you jerking against him. Each stroke sends sparks of pleasure racing through your body, making it impossible to focus on anything but the feel of him inside you.

“You’re so wet,” Smoker growls against your mouth, his voice rough with desire.

You can only moan in response, unable to form coherent words as his fingers continue their relentless assault. His thumb finds your clit, pressing down with just enough pressure to make you see stars. The combined sensations are overwhelming, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Smoker pulls back from the kiss just enough to watch your face, his eyes dark with lust. “I want to see you come for me,” he murmurs, his thumb circling your clit faster now.

The intensity in his gaze sends another wave of heat through you, and you can feel yourself teetering on the brink. Your fingers tighten in his hair as your hips buck against his hand, seeking more of that incredible sensation.

“Please,” you rasp, barely recognizing your own voice.

Smoker’s smirk is feral as he leans in to capture your lips once more. His fingers move faster inside you, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His thumb presses harder on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to that precipice.

With one final thrust of his fingers, he pushes you over the edge. Your entire body goes rigid as a wave of intense pleasure crashes through you. Your muscles contract around his fingers, a moan tearing from your throat as every nerve ignites with ecstasy.

“Good girl,” Smoker mutters against your lips, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Your legs feel like jelly as you slump against him, completely spent. His smoke curls around you, lifting and cradling your limp form gently. The cool tendrils caress your skin, easing the aftershocks of pleasure that ripple through you.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he murmurs, a rough edge to his voice that makes your heart flutter. “Impressive.”

You barely manage a weak smile in response, still trying to catch your breath. Smoker’s hands are steady and strong as he shifts you in his arms.

You try to protest as Smoker lifts you into his arms, your voice coming out weak and breathless. “You’re injured, remember!?” You manage to say, but it sounds more like a plea than a command.

“Doesn’t matter,” he growls, his grip on you firm and unyielding. “I’m not letting you go.”

He ignores your weak attempts to push him away, carrying your naked form over to one of the beds in the infirmary. The cool air caresses your skin as he moves, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from his body. You feel every step he takes, every jolt sending a reminder of his strength through you.

Smoker lays you down on the bed with surprising gentleness, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a moment to gaze down at your exposed body, a mixture of desire and admiration in his expression.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough and sincere.

You feel a flush of heat spread across your cheeks at his words, unable to meet his intense gaze. He starts working on undoing his pants, fingers deftly unbuttoning and unzipping with deliberate slowness. Why hurry when you have the whole night? Your eyes widen as you realize he isn’t wearing any underwear.

“No underwear?” you manage to tease, trying to regain some semblance of control. “That’s not regulation.”

Smoker smirks at your comment, shrugging off his pants and letting them fall to the floor. “Seems like you don’t mind too much,” he retorts, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

His smoke billows out around him, curling and twisting like living tendrils. It moves toward you with an almost sentient purpose, caressing your skin in ghostly touches that make you gasp. The sensation is, once more, unlike anything you’ve felt before—cool and insubstantial yet somehow incredibly intimate.

Smoker climbs onto the bed, positioning himself above you with a predatory grace. His smoke continues to weave around your body, teasing and stroking in ways that leave you breathless. He leans down to capture your lips once more, the kiss deep and demanding.

His tongue invades your mouth with a fierce hunger, tangling with yours as if trying to claim every inch of you. The smoke mimics his movements, wrapping around your legs and sliding up between them with deliberate slowness. You can feel it teasing at the edges of your soaked and throbbing cunt, sending electric jolts of pleasure through you.

You moan into Smoker’s mouth, fingers digging into his shoulders as the combined sensations overwhelm you. His kiss is relentless, devouring and possessive, leaving no room for anything but the raw desire between you.

Smoker digs his fingers into your hair, pulling you closer until your lips are crushed against his. His tongue snakes against yours with an intensity that leaves you gasping. You can taste the smoke on him, a rough and intoxicating flavor that only makes you want more. You'll chase after it if you have to!

You moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his relentless kiss. His smoke continues to weave around your body, lifting your pelvis up against his. The sensation of his cool smoke contrasting with the heat of his body grows sharp and sends ripples of pleasure everywhere he touches.

“Fuck,” you mutter against his lips, but your protest is lost in another moan as he presses his hips down against you. His erection grinds through your folds, sending electric jolts of pleasure from your cunt to the rest of your body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Smoker growls, his voice rough and thick with desire.

“Yes,” you gasp out, unable to deny the raw pleasure coursing through you. Almost too much yet not enough at the same time.

His hips move in a slow rhythm, rutting his cock through your slick folds. Each thrust sends a wave of heat and pleasure through you, making it impossible to think of anything but the feel of him against you. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he grinds against you.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and tantalizing.

You can only moan in response, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he continues to rut against you. The sensation is overwhelming, each stroke of his cock through your folds pushing you closer to the edge. You swear you might orgasm just from this.

Smoker’s smoke winds around your legs as they tremble and threatened to close, holding them apart as he grinds harder against you. The combined sensations of his rough hands and teasing smoke leave you breathless and desperate for more.

“Please,” you gasp out, not even sure what you're begging for anymore.

He smirks down at you, a dark glint in his eyes. “Begging already? I must be doing something right to have my Commander begging.”

Frustration flares within you. You dig your fingers into his hair, yanking hard enough to make him hiss. Your eyes flash with defiance. "Either fuck me or get some fucking rest, Smoker!"

Amusement dances in his eyes as he looks down at you. "Giving your superior officer lip again? Dangerous move."

He grinds his pubic hair against your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body that makes you whine this time. The rough friction is maddening, pushing you closer to the edge with every movement.

You claw at his back, nails digging into his skin as he continues to tease you. "I mean it," you hiss through clenched teeth.

Smoker chuckles low in his throat, the sound vibrating all the way through your chest. He shifts slightly, lowering his mouth to bite and suck at the sensitive skin of your neck. Each nip sends waves of sensation coursing through you, mingling with the searing heat boiling in your lower belly.

Your hands tangle in his hair again, pulling hard as he sucks a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. The combined sensations of his mouth and the relentless grind of his hips make it impossible to hold back the moans that escape your lips.

"You're mine tonight," he murmurs against your skin between bites and kisses. "Don't forget that."

His words send another rush of heat through you. You arch into him, desperate for more contact, more friction. The need for release builds within you like a tidal wave threatening to crash over everything else. So close, so close.

Smoker's grip on your hips tightens as he finally aligns himself with your cunt. He pauses for a moment, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt about who's in control here.

Then he thrusts into you with a force that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. The sensation is overwhelming—filling and stretching you in ways that leave no room for anything but raw pleasure.

You cry out at the intensity of it all, fingers digging into his shoulders as he begins to move with a deliberate rhythm that leaves no room for escape or reprieve.

"That's it," Smoker growls above you, each word punctuated by a thrust that drives deeper into your core. "Take it all."

The initial force of Smoker’s thrust leaves you breathless, the sensation of his cock filling you completely, stretching your cunt with each deliberate movement. His hips grind against yours with a relentless rhythm that sends waves of pleasure radiating through your body.

“Fuck,” you gasp out, the word barely more than a breath as his mouth continues its assault on your neck. His teeth scrape against your skin, sending jolts of raw sensation through you as he bites and sucks, leaving marks that claim you as his own.

Smoker's hand tightens on your hip, holding you in place as he pounds into you with an intensity that leaves no room for anything but the pleasure coursing through your veins. His other hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back to expose more of your neck to his ravenous mouth.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls against your skin, the vibrations of his voice adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations flooding your senses.

His words make you clench around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat as he continues to thrust into you. The heat between your bodies builds with each movement, every stroke of his cock pushing you closer to the edge.

Smoker’s mouth moves up from your neck to your jaw, leaving a trail of bites and kisses in its wake. He sucks hard on the sensitive skin just below your ear, making you cry out at the sharp mix of pain and pleasure.

“Please,” you gasp out, not even sure what you're begging for anymore.

He doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he captures your mouth in another intense kiss, his tongue invading with a possessive hunger that leaves no room for anything but him. The taste of smoke and desire fills you as his lips crush against yours.

Your moans are swallowed by his mouth as he continues to drive into you with unrelenting force. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you, making it impossible to think of anything but the feel of him inside you.

Smoker’s smoke coils around your limbs, holding them captive as he fucks you harder. The cool tendrils wrap around your wrists and ankles, pinning them in place and adding an element of restraint that only heightens the intensity.

“Mine,” he growls against your lips between kisses, his voice rough and filled with a primal need that sends another rush of heat through you.

You can only moan in response, writhing and bucking beneath him as the sensations overwhelm you. His hips slam against yours with a force that makes stars explode behind your eyelids with every connection. The combined sensation of his cock filling you and his smoke holding you captive pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me again,” he demands against your lips, his voice rough and filled with authority.

And with one final thrust, he pushes you over the edge. Your body convulses around him as a wave of intense pleasure crashes through you. Your muscles tighten and contract around his cock as every nerve ignites with ecstasy.

Smoker continues to move within you, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you're left trembling and whimpering beneath him. His smoke holds you steady as he rides out your orgasm, each movement sending aftershocks rippling through your body.

Your body trembles, your breath coming in ragged gasps as Smoker’s relentless thrusts continue to send shockwaves of pleasure through you. The sensation of his cock moving within you, filling you completely, is almost too much to bear. Each movement sends another wave of ecstasy crashing over you, leaving you writhing beneath him.

“Fuck, Smoker,” you manage to gasp out between moans, your fingers clenching in the sheets beneath you. How is he still going?

His response is a low growl, the sound vibrating through your chest as he drives into you harder. The tendrils of smoke around your limbs tighten, holding you in place with an unyielding grip that only heightens the intensity of the moment. You can feel his body shifting between solid and smoke, the coolness of the tendrils contrasting with the heat of his flesh.

“Mine,” he growls again, his voice rough and filled with a primal need that makes your heart race. "You got that, Commander? Mine."

You moan in response, your body arching up against him as the sensations overwhelm you. Your thoughts close in to the feel of him inside you, the relentless rhythm that leaves no room for escape or reprieve from pleasure. Each thrust drives deeper into your cunt.

With one final, powerful thrust, Smoker reaches his own peak. His body shudders above you as he releases inside you, filling you with his warm seed. You can feel him pulsing within you, each spasm sending aftershocks of pleasure through your already oversensitive body.

You groan loudly as he fills you, the sensation pushing you into another small orgasm that leaves you trembling beneath him. Your muscles contract around his cock, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you're left breathless and spent.

Smoker’s smoke finally begins to dissipate, leaving only the solid weight of his body pressing down on yours. His head rests against your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours as he catches his breath.

“Smoker,” you murmur softly, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. There’s no response—just the steady rhythm of his breathing against your skin. He’s out cold from exhaustion.

You sigh and grumble softly to yourself. “I told you to get some rest.”

Despite your words, there’s a softness in your tone as you gently stroke his hair. You can feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours, a reminder of everything that just transpired. As tired as you are yourself, there's a strange sense of contentment that settles over you.

Making a mental note to take a morning after pill in the morning, you allow yourself to relax against the infirmary bed. For now, though, there’s nothing but the sound of Smoker's steady breathing and the lingering heat between your bodies.

Smoker stirs awake to the first light of dawn filtering through the infirmary's small window. His body feels the familiar weight of exhaustion, a stark contrast to the warm softness nestled against his chest. You are is still asleep, your breath slow and even against his bare skin. Smoker’s arm, draped possessively over your waist, tightens instinctively as he adjusts himself slightly on the bed. When was the last time he slept this long?

Smoker shifts beside you, grumbling under his breath. He opens his eyes and squints at the sunlight streaming in. “Damn it,” he mutters to himself, looking around for his cigars. He glances down at you, still nestled against him, and a rare softness flickers in his eyes.

He sighs, torn between his desire for a cigar and not wanting to disturb you. His fingers brush against your hair, almost tenderly. “Can’t even get up for a smoke,” he mumbles, resigned.

Suddenly, loud banging echoes through the infirmary door. You flinch but don’t wake. Smoker groans in frustration as Tashigi’s voice cuts through the morning peace.

“Commander! Commander, are you in there? Have you seen Vice Admiral Smoker? Has he received medical care yet!?”

Smoker’s face contorts into a scowl. “Of all the damn times…” he mutters under his breath. Carefully disentangling himself from you, he rises from the bed with an air of irritation. Naked and unbothered by it, he strides over to where his cigars lie waiting.

He grabs two cigars, placing them both in his mouth and lighting them with a flick of his lighter. The familiar scent of tobacco fills the room as he takes a deep drag.

Tashigi continues her relentless pounding on the door. “Commander! We need to talk about—”

Smoker yanks open the door mid-knock, smoke curling around him like an extension of his anger. “The hell do you want, Tashigi?” His voice is gruff and annoyed.

Tashigi’s eyes widen as she takes in Smoker’s naked form standing before her, two cigars blazing between his lips. Her cheeks flush crimson as she stammers out a response.

“V-Vice Admiral! I-I was just… uh… checking if Commander was here and… um…”

Smoker narrows his eyes at her flustered state. “Spit it out already,” he growls.

Tashigi averts her gaze, trying to focus on anything but Smoker’s unclothed form. “I wanted to know if you’ve been seen by medical staff yet, specifically the Commander since you refuse to be seen by anyone else…” she manages to say without looking directly at him.

Smoker huffs out a cloud of smoke, irritation clear on his face. “I’m fine,” he snaps back. “Now get outta here before you wake her up.”

"Wake her up?" Tashigi questions in brief confusion before her eyes catch sight of you tucked away in one of the beds. Obviously naked. Tashigi's face burns brighter, nods quickly, retreating down the hallway, clearly eager to escape the awkward encounter. Smoker shuts the door with more force than necessary and takes another drag from his cigars.

He turns back toward the bed where you still sleep soundly, oblivious to the commotion that just took place. His expression softens slightly as he watches you for a moment longer before climbing back into bed beside you.

“Damn mornings,” he mutters again but this time with a hint of something warmer beneath the gruff exterior. As he settles back down beside you, he can’t help but let a small smirk tug at the corner of his lips—perhaps mornings aren’t all bad after all. At least, if he gets to wake up with you naked next to him.

Date Published: 8/29/24

Last Edit: 8/28/24

Smoker the White Hunter Masterlist

[sanjiaftersex]

Punk Hazard children & sanji

People like to say sanji was ooc/rude/selfish in the scene of biscuit room but I'd say that sanji wasn't any of those at all and he was right on point as usual

Now onto the scene, they were all asking around as to what that place was, a nursery? A daycare? A hospital? (See? speculation because the children were healthy and happy playing in a safe environment). Now Let's analyze the situation :

Context for the children : Sanji explicitly says that they didn't know if the kids're there for treatment or not... sanji's logic seemed reasonable to me because a hospital/treatment facility would be a boring place for a child and they'd naturally be homesick and wanna go outside (even if it's dangerous). They didnt know what was going on with the children. They didn’t even know about the existence of Caesar. Hell, they didnt know Caesar was a bad person until Chopper discovered drugs in the candy much much later. Also sanji's reasoning was explicitly stated, and even Nami agreed with him on the very next panel

context for the enemy : They had ZERO context at the time. Even if punk hazard was Sketchy and something WAS going on for sure, they didnt know what type of enemies they'll be facing. They didnt know about Caesar or doflamingo or who is there. Moreover sanji was the main combatant in that group and he had the responsibility of keeping them safe. And with sanji's tendency and foresight to take every possible bad outcome into consideration (that has saved the strawhats' butts several times that i wont elaborate here), it was obvious that he wouldn't take these children with them. Sanji is kind, not dumb.

Risk for the children : Again, when they realized it was a hospital, from their pov, it was a specialized facility for children with a rare disease. And taking 'patients' out of their safe sterilized environment could even kill those patients (they could get infected and/or spread the disease to others), esp in an island like punk hazard where it's like a warzone outside, half of the island is tundra while the other half is covered in LAVA. I'd say NAMI was the irrational one in that situation, because she decided to just barge outside in the snow with a bunch of supposedly sick kids not appropriately dressed or prepared for the weather. If kinemon did not have his dressup ability, the kids would've died from hypothermia. Secondly, The kids were very easy targets (given some of them are LARGE sized and they are literal CHILDREN) and if you consider vergo Monet etc showing up attacking the kids, all of the children would be dead INCLUDING THE STRAWHATS.

The children's condition : the group did break the children out and what happens? When the kids start going through withdrawals, they start attacking them. If Law wasnt present to form alliance and take chopper inside to find the antidotes... the children, nami usopp all would be dead because of nami's rash decision. They didn't even know how to restrain those children and almost died like 20 minutes into rescuing them.

The pirate stigma : even nami says it as she hands over the kids to tashigi (navy). A pirate crew carrying a bunch of children would just bring more risk and problems for both parties involved. (Again, she was impulsive in the biscuit room). They would be kidnappers if shit actually was different.

At the same time sanji is the one who risked his life to save the men and tashigi from the gas. He fought vergo, he saved kinemon, he protected his friends, he was perfect.

[beaulesbian]

the end of punk hazard arc was rlly so good and interesting,

beside the obvious- law being slowly included in the strawhat's shenanigans,

and zoro and the rest of the crew finally learning about their new alliance and future plans,

but

then the whole two last chapters- with doflamingo reaching the punk hazard island once the strawhats were gone and going after smoker and the navy guys,

and Aokiji (!!) suddenly showing up at last second to stop doffy from killing smoker, bc "he's an old friend"

which then they have a short fight about it, until doffy realizes it wasn't a fight they should be having at that moment

and then once again a conversation in one piece brings up the topic of people meeting at the right time because of fate or destiny! (insane about it)

(also smoker, minutes after his near-death: already smoking again. it's always so funny.)

"why are you here?" "to see you."

sure, a completely normal thing to say.

"how did you know i'd be here?"

"I'm just me... smoker."

okayy what's the history there? 👀

[theclearblue]

Punk Hazard is so funny cause you got Sanji running around with some of his worst perv moments in the entire series and no one bats an eye to this and then Zoro is just chilling and suddenly Tashigi shows up and Oda is like "Actually we need to examine Zoro's relationship with women right now and let it be known it is NOT okay to think less of them 😔 #feminism." And that isn't BAD to do obviously I think it's good honestly but it's so funny that the sexism plot line did not, in fact, go to Nosebleed McGee asjdkflgl

[mushiemellows]

For the new prompt list, may I request Smoker/Tashigi + 70?

"Not our brightest idea."

(Warning for Suggestive, but not fully NSFW)

Requests still open for this prompt list, I'll write most ships!

Tashigi, for the first time in her life, saw the world clearly. She stared at her superior officer with awe, confusion, and a lot of embarrassment. He unbuttoned her shirt slowly, one after another, slender hands careful on each closure. 

“How the fuck do you— Christ, what the hell is this? It’s six inches in front of my fucking face and I can’t even…” Smoker grumbled as he worked, squinting hard. 

“Put the glasses on. They actually help, you know,” she pointed to the pair on his forehead. Then, she turned to her own situation and zipped his jacket up to the collar. Once the ice of Punk Hazard had been kept at bay, she turned back to help him put her spectacles on. 

He stared at the half-inch thick lenses with tangible shock. “Fuck me, you’re actually blind, aren’t you?!” 

“You think I wear them for the aesthetics? They’re my glasses, Smoker! And can you not do that with my shirt?”

“What? You’re too uptight, a man’s gotta breathe.” 

He dropped the glasses onto his nose, relief tangible once he could see the remaining few buttons. Tashigi watched as her boss, swapped into her body through the Warlord Law’s ridiculous power, peeled her shirt wide open. He breathed deep, bust rising and falling. Air crystalized in the snow. Next, he leaned forward toward her, similarly trapped inside of him, and plucked a cigar from his original jacket’s holster. 

“Don’t damage my lungs with that crap!” She chided. 

“You can have one too, if you want. You’re the one with the physical nicotine addition, now. But the oral fixation sticks with me.”

“I-I-I can’t believe you! Do you not know any decency?!” Her eyes locked to her own chest. From this angle, at this new height, they looked…different. Perhaps it was the cold. 

“Your back fuckin’ hurts, you know that?” Smoker tried to stretch as he got his cigar started. He wrapped her lips around the base, puffing gently. Unmarred lungs coughed. 

Tashigi studied her own face in total clarity, now. She surely wasn’t ever one to completely hide herself, but the way her superior officer inhabited her body changed every single one of her mannerisms. Her original shoulders were set firm, her jaw raised with confidence, her brow carved in challenge and her breasts…were definitely bigger, right? She usually kept them in a tighter sports bra, one that accommodated fighting and actual military work. Her furious blush never faded over his cheeks. 

“Oh, Christ, don’t do that in my body. You’re making me look all soft, Tash. C’mon!” 

“I-I can’t help it! It’s embarrassing!” 

“It ain’t anything we haven’t both seen! You’re really telling me there’s nothing you wanna do in my body while you got the chance?” He quirked her brow. 

The swordswoman stammered at the prompting, “n-no! I just want to get back in my own body as soon as possible!” She reached forward to try and button the tropical shirt back up. Her hands, however, accidentally turned to vapor and phased around her own body. “Oh, how the heck do you control this?!” 

“From the balls.” 

“From the—WHAT?!”

“You heard me! You’re blind, not deaf, ain’t’cha? The smoke comes from the chest, but you control it with your balls! Calm your breathing, feel it really fill your lungs, taste it on your tongue, and then use the muscles near your balls to give it form,” Smoker gestured like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“M-m-my…” Tashigi paled, then turned her back to her body. She used all her mental fortitude to solidify her whispy hands back into corporeal form. They flew to her military-issue waistband, unbuckling his belt and revealing what rested inside. “OH!” 

“So I’m gonna ask you again, officer,” he slid up behind her, bare bust to her jacket, “is there anything you want to try while you’re having a turn inside my body? Because I can think of a thing or two I’d like to do just once to say I’ve done it.” 

Her body’s betraying hands met at the waist, keeping her from closing the belt. “We-we can’t! Not here. Someone could-could see!” She flushed even further, permanently crimson and coy in a way that rounded his standardly-hard jawbone. “It’s inappropriate for a-a-a—” 

“Yeah, yeah, you say that every time, Tash. And I know you won’t last that long. Not your first time, at least,” he laughed. The woman’s original form slunk around so that Tashigi couldn’t hide her embarrassment. “Don’t look right like that,” her boss growled around his cigar in her lips, moving to unzip his usually open jacket. 

“It’s cold, how are you not…” she tried to protest, though she lost herself in the odd hypnotism of watching herself remove the coat. 

“Breathe. Feel it in your chest,” he pointed to his own pectorals, “and your balls.” His hand—her hand controlled by him—slid down dense abdominals to the cut of his hip bone. “You’re not cold, I know you’re not.” 

Tashigi shivered. “B-but I’m…”

Smoker stood up on tip toes, fingertips on her hip rising again to wrap around the back of his original neck. His other hand pushed the glasses up off his nose, then removed his cigar with final exhale. “You’re overthinking it, Tash. Tryn’a control smoke with your bare hands. Not how it works. Just let it dissipate. Rise with it, let it go where it wants to go.” 

She breathed deep, letting the smell of fresh snow and tobacco fill aching lungs. Physical addiction begged at her lips, no matter how bad the relief would be for her. The sight of her own face, her own lips, her own bust closing in filled her with a strange sensation. Something tightened in her—his—chest, shifted in the balls. Smoke filled the air, making the atmosphere thick and unbreathable. 

“Relax,” Smoker looked up at her with big, round eyes. 

“Mmhmm,” she nodded softly. The hand on the back of her neck urged her forward. She relented and put all her weight into leaning down. 

Right as their lips were about to touch, she realized just what the heck she was doing. Panic, nerves, and a lot of hesitation filled her. Tightness in her chest snapped, the control in her balls released. Tashigi's upper half vaporized, but the momentum of the lean had already carried her too far. She phased around the other body in a puff of smoke. 

Smoker similarly fell when his support partially dematerialized. He tripped on the remnant physicality of his own military-issue boots and sprawled across the icy ground. The glasses fell from his forehead and slid over the frictionless surface. “Ow! What the hell?” He barked. 

They both froze in the snow, staring at each other. It took a second to process what they’d just attempted before the two burst into laughter. “Okay, okay,” Tashigi stood up first, focusing as she offered a solid hand to her own body. “That wasn’t our brightest idea.”

“You can say that again,” her superior officer rolled his eyes, dusting himself off and fixing the way her shirt draped over his breasts. 

She walked over to where her glasses had landed and passed them back to him. “Let’s just try and get this sorted out first, yes?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Fine. Ay, Tash?” Smoker peered at her as he affixed the thick spectacles.

“Hm?” 

“It’s fucking cold.”

“YOU WOULDN’T BE SO COLD IF YOU PUT YOUR-MY-Y-YOUR SHIRT ON!”

[hauntingblue]

Pausing my op marathon so I can watch the movies and other shows while the current arc keeps going 🫡🫡

[maximumqueer]

Zoro and Tashigi's relationship is so interesting to me. Specifically how Zoro interacts and treats her throughout the series.

Like when he first meets her in Lougetown, it is so clear that he is not fully over Kuina's death based on his reaction to realizing that Tashigi resembles her. And he's not emotionally mature/intelligent enough to process the complex feelings that come with seeing a person who looks like his childhood friend and rival. So he resorts yelling and claiming that she is copying Kuina, despite the fact that that is illogical. This is also the first time we see Zoro holding back during a fight, because its clear that he can't handle seeing even someone who looks like Kuina die. Tashigi does call him on this, saying that its not her fault that she resembles his friend. And Zoro, instead of properly processing this, just continues to yell and argue back.

Then when they run into her and Smoker again at Punk Hazard, the way he treats her has changed. He is now belittling her and treating her as inferior to himself. And while this isn't a uncommon way for Zoro to act to villains, Tashigi doesn't fit the MO of a villain. Hell, in Punk Hazard they are allies. And we haven't (to my recollection at least) seen Zoro treat allies this poorly in the past. Which leads me to think that the reason for this change is Zoro's way of attempting to separate Tashigi from Kuina in his mind.

It's safe to say that Zoro has put Kuina on some sort of pedestal. He was never able to best her in a fight, and (begrudgingly) viewed her as a better swordsman than him. Tashigi, while skilled, is not as good of a swordsman. So Zoro clings to that, focuses on that fact and reinforces it to himself by belittling her skills, insisting that he is the better, more skilled swordsman repeatedly. And while being a bit arrogant and cocky are definitely characteristics that Zoro has, the are very rarely if ever this badly unchecked.

I also think this plays into how he treated Monet in his fight with her. Part of it was him putting limitations on himself to prove his strength, but I also believe it can be read as him reassuring himself that Tashigi is actually nothing like Kuina. And the fact that he could defeat Monet with said limitations while Tashigi couldn't at her full strength just acts as further proof to their differences.

And while these moments between them are meant in part to be comedic, digging a bit deeper into them does provide insight into how Zoro poorly deals with complex emotions and how that leads to what could be considered his flaws as a character rearing their heads a bit more.

[andreawritesit]

hi I wonder if you still take requests now? if no that's okay :) but if yes, can you write about zoro letting tashigi check out Shusui during their punk hazard afterparty? you know, just some sort of an extension of their bonding moments in punk hazard. i wish thosw two have more. i just couldn't t get enough ahshdidfjfgjgkgkgk😭😭😭. I've read fanfics about them but i haven't read one yet about Tashigi nerding more about Shusui 😭😂 oh and Thank you so much!!!♥️🤗🫰

I am so sorry it took me this long to respond to your request. My exams left no time for me to write. Sword nerd Tashigi is my favorite. I hope you'll like this.

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Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Zoro x Tashigi

Synopsis: After the fiasco at Punk Hazard is over, everyone sits down to relax, marine and pirate alike. Tashigi manages to piss off Zoro and he falls more in love with her.

It was over. With the poisonous gas not threatening their life anymore, everyone cheered victoriously. Smoker had settled down on a rock, smoking his cigars as usual. Tashigi was escorting the children to safety. Her mind was swirling with emotions - some of relief and some of despair as she realized that the incompetence of the Marines had led the poor children to be in this situation. She made up her mind and asked Nami to leave the children in her care. Hesitant at first, Nami soon saw the honest intentions of the marine woman and agreed. Outside, the marines had drawn a line on the floor, dividing themselves and the pirates. Luffy of course didn't care and crossed it almost instantly to talk to Brownnbeard.

Inside the ship, Tashigi was trying to appease the kids who wanted to go with the pirates. It took some time but they finally stopped complaining. Soon, a delicious smell filled the cabin and all the kids ran out. It turns out Sanji had cooked for everyone. She didn't want to admit it but the food smelled heavenly. She quietly went outside and saw the marines and pirates eating together. It filled her with a strange warmth to see everyone enjoying themselves together, even if amongst them were lowly criminals. Her eyes wandered around until she saw a green head sticking out like a sore thumb. The eye roll that followed was completely involuntary. He was drinking sake, of course, he was. Drunken little shit. Even though they weren't all positive, her thoughts lingered on him. Roronoa Zoro. The bane of her existence. Seeing Wado Ichimonji in his possession was already excruciating enough but now the man had somehow laid his hands on Shusui, one of the 21 great-grade swords. It lay next to him with his other two swords. She wanted to see it closely and hold it in her hands. It wasn't every day a girl got to see a sword so special as Shusui.

Tashigi sneaked to where Zoro was sitting. She didn't know what she was hoping to achieve but one thing was clear, she was going to see Shusui closely. Zoro was partially drunk by that time so he didn't notice Tashigi sneaking up on him. She planned to pick up the sword and then put it back just as swiftly. However, drunk or not, he was still Roronoa Zoro. As soon as she gripped the handle, he caught her hand. Tashigi squealed and tried to pry her hand away but Zoro's grip was tight. He turned towards her and sighed audibly.

"What do you want?"

"For you to let go of my hand."

"I will once you tell me what you were trying to do. Were you trying to steal my sword?"

"Steal? No! Never. I'm not a criminal!" Like you, she wanted to add.

"What are you doing here then?"

Tashigi didn't reply. She had gotten herself caught in the worst situation ever. One where Roronoa Zoro had the upper hand. His eyebrow shot up at her silence. His eyes dropped to her hand still on the hilt of Shusui. His hand covered hers. He soon realized what she wanted. He recalled her surprise upon seeing Shusui on his belt back in the factory. A chuckle left his mouth and he let her hand go.

"Do you wanna see it?"

"Huh?" Tashigi wasn't listening to anything, she was too busy dying with embarrassment.

"Shusui. Do you wanna see it?"

She couldn't help the enthusiastic nod she gave. Zoro let out another deep chuckle at her reaction. He knew she was a big sword nerd but it always surprised him how much she loved and knew about swords. He had carried Wado Ichimonji for such a long time and yet he didn't know its name. It was Tashigi who had told him its name. He was sure the woman would marry a sword if she could. He stood up and picked up his swords.

"Follow me. It will be better if I don't unsheath my swords here", he pointed towards the kids eating food nearby. She nodded and followed him to a more secluded place.

Tashigi couldn't believe her luck. She was almost sure that Zoro would insult or rudely send her away but he had offered to show her the sword instead. Part of her believed this was a cruel prank but the other part was hopeful that he would come through with his words.

Once they were at a safe distance from the children, Zoro unsheathed Shusui and tossed it to her. She caught it quickly and almost exploded out of excitement. It was truly a magnificent sword. It was heavy, much heavier than her sword, and even more than Ichimonji when she had held it back in Loguetown. Zoro was observing her. The woman was lost in the sword. She was examining it closely, slicing the air with it carefully.

"So? How does it feel?"

"Amazing! It's much heavier, as it should be. Do you know it used to belong to the great Shimotsuki Ryuma? It's said that he could cut anything and everything using Shusui. It's even..." She stopped suddenly when she saw him. Zoro was standing quietly, listening to her with a soft genuine smile. She had never seen him look so...serene. It was almost unnatural. He also realized that she had stopped talking and they just stood silently, staring at each other. Tashigi was the one to break the eye contact as the sword slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground. The clanging sound broke Zoro from the trance too as he picked up the sword. Tashigi's cheeks were slightly flushed.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I dropped it..."

"It's alright," Zoro said shaking his head, "Shusui is very heavy and difficult to control, even for me. It's understandable why you dropped it."

Tashigi rested her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrow.

"What do you mean 'even for you'?"

"Isn't it obvious what I meant? If I face problems in handling it, why won't you?"

"Oh so you mean you can handle swords better than me?"

"Obviously."

She marched up to him and snatched Shusui from his hands. She pointed it towards him.

"Let's see then. If I drop it again, I'll do anything you say. And if I don't, you'll have to do anything I ask. Deal?"

Zoro smirked and put his hand forward which she shook immediately.

"Deal, Captain Glasses."

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[a-x-ce]

Worst part of the end of Enies Lobby is Zoro's bullshit pride take on what Usopp and Luffy's fight was about. I need to go and look at the translation used in the manga but in the anime they have him say ''we also can't keep trusting a guy who started all of this on a whim'' like bitch WHAT?!

The fuck did he witness throughout Water 7 that would make him say something so dismissive of the heart of what that fight was about? 'Whim' completely trivializes everything that happened, every single word Usopp said, it dismisses Merry and everything she did. It pisses me off so much.

Also makes me mad how rude he was to everyone else, especially Nami, during that whole scene. Telling her to shut up as if her opinion doesn't matter when truly her opinion should matter the most, like aside from Luffy being the captain, she's the real reason they can sail the sea at all!

Usopp's the whole reason Merry could save them at all (aside from Iceburg patching her up during Aqua Laguna) getting off Enies Lobby, AND he was the person who motivated Luffy to get up and finish Lucci off. 'Cause up until that point Luffy's heart was still broken from losing him in the first place, like Luffy knew his crew wasn't complete without Usopp and he regretted not being able to keep him from leaving.

Why Zoro felt the need to talk over Luffy and decide things for him, a direct display of disrespecting the captain he's holding against Usopp, while Luffy just goes along with it versus make a decision himself. Luffy SHOULD have gone to talk to him, BOTH of them should have had a deeper, more meaningful conversation about the fight, Usopp got to say goodbye to Merry in a way that satisfied him AND Luffy at that point, all they needed was an apology. And Usopp was not the only one who needed to give one, Luffy handled that abysmally from the start, it could have been settled way better than Zoro's method of needing Usopp to grovel and beg while letting Luffy get away with not giving a fuck about how he handled everything to begin with.

I mean thankfully Luffy learned from that experience, as we see when Sanji left during Whole Cake Island, but it came after having completely ignored Usopp's core issues, never addressing them directly, hence why he then goes into Thriller Bark not any different except now he's OPENLY bragging about being negative and self-loathing. Like very cool, very well handled guys...

It's almost like Oda couldn't have that happen then because Usopp still needed to have his core issues (recognizing he IS brave, he IS strong, he IS smart and useful and needed!!!) and that the best place to do that wasn't until Elbaf. Like he left his character on pause for hundreds of chapters and many MANY years and it's only in the next few that we might get the full payoff as we finally enter the Elbaf arc. (Which is interestingly also turning into a Robin-centric arc so Oda does seem to be cooking with that one already.)

Anyway, had to vent about that again, 'cause it's the only time I ever got mad at any of the crew and it was never addressed again. As soon as Usopp does say sorry he's accepted right away and they all go back to acting like nothing ever happened (which is how Luffy was operating anyway the moment he woke up back at Water 7...). Zoro's prideful way of doing shit is often not the best way to handle things and thankfully that's been pointed out before (Punk Hazard by Tashigi) but I genuinely wonder if Oda has any plans to tackle that as a character flaw in any later arcs.