#but he hopes that if he says it to shanks' face he'll get over it

[onyx-syn]

LA! Buggy, LA! Shanks, and LA! Mihawks Favorite Positions

Warnings: Smut, Mostly Female Reader, Teasing, Flirting, Spooning, Spanking, Blowjobs, Pet Names, Pussy Eating, Sub! And Dom! Elements, Inappropriate use of devil fruit power, Fingering, Praises and some Degradation

*Don't steal my writings and claim it as your own*

*18+ Only*

A/N: AHHHHH finally something after being gone for so long! Hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did writing it!

🌹Buggy💠

🌹Oh the flashy fool of the East Blue sea, a man of many talents, tricks and mischief of his sleeve ready to serve and entertain during your special time with him

💠This man can be 50/50 when it comes to sex overall. He can be more simple, with regular positions that make it intimate with you and him, or he can go crazy and give you a mind-blowing back arch that breaks the bed in half (happens a couple of times with him)

🌹Truly depends on the time and location of where sex is happening. He also thinks a bit more about it than others. Think about how loud are you guys gonna be, do you and him want people hearing it, public or no public sex, etc

💠So that is why, this man has certain favorite positions to answer these questions

POSITION: 69

Both partners are stomach to stomach as one partner is positioned on top of the other. Each one at opposite ends of each other performing oral sex

🌹It does take him time to get used to oral sex -due to his insecurities with his nose- but when he does get used to it, and how much power his nose has on your clit? Ohhhh he's in love

💠Okay this might be a little bit out there, but Buggy prefers being on top during 69 and having you below him

🌹With this position, him being on top he's able to control the way of his hips more. Granted he can detach him, and deepthroat you like he most of the time always does. But the way he brings his knees closer to your head -raising his hips up- before letting them slide and thrust his hips in your mouth adds pleasure to him and you. Movement, is sexy

💠With the way you are positioned down below, seeing his pretty blue curls at the base of his shaft, a long with the toned v-line this man has obtained is immaculate

🌹He keeps well care of his hair, makes sure it smells nice and is trimmed. Doesn't shave it fully, but doesn't allow it to become a full bush

💠This position allows him a perfect overall view of your pussy as well. His hands rub your thighs before teasing at your clit, watching your bottom half shake as you moan before being shut up with his cock, detaching it and letting it go at a unimaginable speed. A smirk appears on his face as he begins to tease you

"Having your cheeks full over there huh sweet cheeks"?

🌹Suffice to say, this man has become a found lover for oral sex, and has found ways to make it more enjoyable for the both of you

POSITION: THE MOUNTAIN CLIMBER

The penetrating partner positions themself in a plank position while the receiving partner has their legs positioned over their partner’s shoulders or waist

🌹Unlike the first position where it was a bit more out there with the switched positions, this one is a bit more intimate but still filled with lots of heat and intensity when Buggy is caught in a bad mood and wants to let off some steam

💠This position allows him to go deep into you, hearing the wet sounds of your slick and his mixed together all over your inner thighs and his hips

🌹What he loves more about this position, is the direct eye contact he is able to make with you. Seeing the cloudy look on your eyes filled with love and lust in them is such a turn on for him. He'll detach one of his hand and lets the stub of his arm hold him up. He uses his hand to caress your cheek, seeing how beautiful you look below him

💠 He'll start of slow, seeing your facial reactions to getting used to his size before speeding up, getting louder and faster. He'll praise you and degrade you, most of the time not at once but it all depends

"That's it -fuck- babe, taking me so good like the slut that you are for me. -nnn- ya like that? Like being called my slut, good, good girl"

🌹This position allows him to go in deeper into you, feeling your wet walls coat his cock. So deep, he almost hits your g-spot each time he starts fucking you hard. Despite the degradation, he always checks up on you, making sure you are taking this well and if you need him to slow down he will

💠He knows this position can be intense with how fast he can go and his devil fruit powers. He wants to make sure you both are being pleasured during this, not just him

🌹Overall, great position for both the intimacy that evolves between the two of you, and the great penetration as well

POSITION: THE HOT SEAT

The partner penetrating sits on the edge of the bed or against a chair as the receiving partner positions themself on their thighs (back against their partner), ass snuggled up against their partners groin

🌹We all know that Buggy is filled with stamina the majority of the time. The way this man moves quickly with his devil fruit power, quick with his words and much more. But there comes a time here and there where he has no sort of energy and wants to be more laid back when providing intimacy

💠This is when you sit him down and take it from here, which he is all for. He doesn't admit it a lot, but he really loves when you take control and lead. There's only been a few times where he allows you to take full lead

🌹This position provides you a comfortable seat on his thighs, your hands gripping his knees feeling his body hair underneath your fingers. Your ass right up against his v-line. He gets such a perfect view of your backside and ass

💠When you position yourself on his cock, taking him in slowly before going down -fully taking him in- he hisses, feeling his body start to let loose and an overwhelming sensation of pleasure washing over him

🌹His hands go insane, he'll have one holding onto your breast the other on your hip, not fully gripping it but softly on it as you take control. Rolling your hips in circle motions, feeling his cock touch your ways in many ways

💠Soon, you begin picking up the pace. Bouncing up and down on his cock. You use his knees as leverage so you can let your lower half do the work. The movement of your ass going up and down in his lap is sending him to the moon

"Fuck fuck fuck, babe, fuck you feel so nice. This feels so good. Just like that, a little slower please? Thank you, oh God thank you so much, God I love you"

🌹Him begging nicely is like music to your ears. He's softer with his words during these times, enjoying being under your mercy

💠And if you smother him in kisses before and after he melts in your back. Hanging his head over your shoulder as he moans and groans from the sex

🌹This position is by far one of, if not his most favorite, for the sheer intimacy you both have during this

🌹Shanks🌹

🌹Shanks, O' Shanks. The man under Gold Roger, the man with the plan and eye for the sky and sea. He knows his way around stuff, especially around you, and would be pleased to know how he can satisfy you in any way possible

🌹Shanks I view as being more laid back during sex, while still being a giver and being a top, he likes being on the bottom during sex half of the time. Giving him perfect view of your body enjoying sex just as much as he is

🌹He finds it more intimate seeing you enjoy yourself first before him. Speaking through sex with you with praises and some little degradation

🌹Here, you'll find what positions this man goes crazy for and how he has mastered them into pleasuring you

POSITION: FACE OFF

The penetrating partner sits on the edge of the bed or chair as the receiving partner positions themself on their lap facing them. Wrapping their legs around their waist

🌹A classic for Shanks right here. He loves being up close with his partner, finding the intimacy of being so close to one another to being very enticing and pleasurable

🌹In this position, not only is the intimacy great, but penetration is nice and slow with him here. He takes it nice and slow with you, speaking to you through kisses and husky breaths

"That's it my love, ah. Feels so good, you're doing amazing, yes, just like that"

🌹His face will be positioned in the crook of your neck, smothering it in kisses and soft bites. His breathing heavy as he starts picking up the pace in his thrusts, bouncing you on his lap

🌹His hands roams your back as sweat starts to form on each one of you. It's between your back, thighs and ass. Most -if not always- his hands will be on your thighs

🌹This position is up and close, face to face. Just the way shanks likes to handle most situations he's in, especially with you

POSITION: OPEN-LEGGED SPOON

Both partners are in a spooning position. The partner in the big spoon position moves their partners one leg up and over their thigh

🌹Like the first position, Shanks loves being up and close with you anytime he can get. One of Shanks favorite times with you, is when you guys are laying down in your shared bed in the ship spooning after a long day or week of constant work

🌹It starts off slow. Shanks starting to leave kisses down your shoulder, whispering 'i love yous' in between. His arms wrapped around your waist as he starts to grind against your bare ass

🌹It doesn't take long for this man to move the blankets out of the way and raise your leg over his thigh. Using his hand to position himself in your wet slick folds

🌹This is the position where the simple and laid back, and the speed and rough part start to mix. Cause once he has a better position with you oh he starts to pick up the pace

🌹Grunting in your ear, hearing the way you moan and whimper from the pleasure and his breath touching your skin sending chills down your spine

"oh so nice darling, you feel absolutely -mm- wonderful like this. So good for me"

🌹This position has everything current Shanks could want. Laying back with his partner cuddling turning into a sensational mess for the both of you

POSITION: REVERSE COWGIRL

Similar to the cowgirl position where one partner rides the other, but reversed

🌹Now I know I have been saying that Shanks is mostly laid back and simple when it comes to sex. Mostly being the key word here, cause this is his favorite position for when he gets very angsty, for a lack of better terms

🌹When he's away from you for a while, or really in the mood to try something. He is very eager to see you ride him. Not just ride him regularly no no no, Shanks is a classy man. He wants to see you get behind on this ride

🌹His hands will be gripping your hips, lowering you up and down on his cock. His eyes will be memorized with how your ass just 'hides' his cock from his line of sight. And how your hips move? Rolling them in circles on his hips? Dear god

🌹The penetration with this one is quite deep and mildly uncomfortable, with how his cock is (size and length) and the position of you. But, Shanks makes sure to make it pleasurable for you. Making sure to go slow and steady at first before he quickens himself

"That's it, doing so good for me fuck, there you go. You think you're ready for me to go quicker? Cause I will assure you that I won't be too nice on your beautiful ass darling"

🌹This man is whipped for you with the way he takes his time with you, and speaks to you. This position has it all and much more for when you guys get more into it

♠️Mihawk♠

♠️This devious being of a man is one to behold. With his quick thinking and his mysteriousness adds a bunch to the table. Especially for a particular 'minx' like you, as he calls you

♠️Mihawk provides and gives, showing his raw talent for those to see and experience. And you my dear, are the lucky one to have him be yours

♠️Mihawk is a busy man when it comes to sex. He knows what you like and he knows what he likes, and he has his ways of achieving absolute pleasure for the both of you

♠️To him, your pleasure comes first. He wants to make sure you are being provided the care and love you deserve. He is a classy man, a dangerous one, but classy regardless

POSITION: STAND AND DELIVER

The penetrating partner stands at the edge of the bed or desk, as their partner moves their legs around the penetrating partner’s waist or to their own chest

♠️Mihawk puts your pleasure before his like stated before. Seeing your facial reactions and eyes are a core part of his enjoyment during sex and yours

♠️But a long with that and being busy, when he gets angsty or pent up to have you, he will love to have you here and now if you so love to be taken

♠️ He'll start off kissing you, passionately as his hands roam your bare body. Feeling your soft skin underneath his rough skin. He's always constantly carrying that sword around, his hands have grown a sort of rough texture, not too rough, but rough enough to where touching your skin makes his pants feel tight

♠️This position such a unique view, your legs draped over his waist, his hips slowly starting to rock into yours. His eyes watching as you lean your head back, moaning softly at the feeling of his cock deep inside you, getting used to his size

♠️He could see each and one of breath leaving your throat, the movement of your throat down below him sends him images of more ways he can treat you to a nice surprise with that movement

♠️And how beautiful your skin looks from his desk lamp, seeing the sweat appear on your skin and how you tell him how good he feels. Oh does he love it. A deep groan leaving his throat as he grips your thighs and starts picking up the pace

"Oh darling, you feel absolutely wonderful. Look at how beautiful you look right now on my desk, such a pretty thing you are, so beautiful"

♠️One thing about Mihawk is his choice of wording. His praises will be ones ripped out pages of poems and old romance books it seems like -same with some degradation-

♠️And lets not forget the view you see from your angle, looking at his well defined body and nicely trimmed v-line that follows down to his shaft

♠️This position brings such a delight and enjoyment to this man, even if his face doesn't show it

POSITION: STANDING O

The receiving partner stands with one leg over their giving partner as they perform oral

♠️Mihawk isn't a big fan of creating messes, let alone messes where people don't clean up after themselves. This position, allows him to clean up and provide you with a dinner service

♠️His large hands grip your thighs, the one of his shoulder he'll start kissing maybe even leaving a few bite marks before he starts eating you out

♠️His tongue rolls up your folds, tasting your wetness on his tongue, seeing how wet you are for him telling by how your inner thighs glisten with your slick

♠️His beard and mustache tickles on your inner thighs and lips sending a chilling feeling up your body, ending up making your thighs quiver. It does leave a bit of beard burn after a while but it ain't nothing that Mihawk can't take care of afterwards

♠️This position, allows him to look up at you with those bright golden eyes, narrowed up at you as he sees your sweaty face, panty lips, and your chest -breathing in and out heavily- it's a sight to behold for sure, but oh does he love it

♠️After a bit, he starts using his fingers to penetrate you, his tongue and mouth busy sucking on your clit -sending shockwaves through your body and core- you clam your leg over his shoulder down, bringing him in closer and locking him in place

♠️He chuckles when you do that. Seeing how his fingers, curling up inside you, and his tongue can do so much to your body. And when you cum on his face, he makes sure to clean up every last single spot

"Darling, seems that you made a mess, dirty girl. Always getting into sticky situations now, are we?"

♠️With the need he has to pleasure you first during sex, praising you after doing such a good job. He loves it all

POSITION: THE BALLET DANCER

Both partners are standing. The penetrating partner holds their receiving partner leg over their waist (holding it with one arm and the other around their waist)

♠️Mihawk may not seem like the type, compared to Shanks and Buggy with how close and personal he likes to be. But deep in the comforts of your own bedroom, he shows you just how close and personal he loves being with you

♠️He's not to crazy when it comes to sex positions, opting for more missionary styles when you guys get more intimate like this. But there's one position that he loves where it's both intimate and something's out of the ordinary

♠️This position has the intimacy that Mihawk strives for sex with you, and also something that lets him use his ability to make you feel pleasure

♠️The way his cock is angled into your pussy -with your one leg over his waist, his large hand gripping onto your thigh for sure leaving a hand mark for tomorrow- sends waves of ecstasy through your body, to the point you can see stars with his pace

♠️For this one he does start slow in the beginning, not knowing entirely how you would react to this new position as opposed to missionary. His eyes picking up any signs of uncomfortability, if you don't end up liking it or look enjoyed with it he will change positions

♠️But seeing your face create a perfect O, moans escaping your lips gives him all the info he needs to know. His lips latch on to yours, kissing you as he takes in all your sweet sounds as his cock thrusts in and out of your pussy

♠️ Your chest is up against his, bodies starting to heat up and cover in sweat. His head leans down and whispers in your ear, sending a chilly feeling as his hot breath breathes on your skin

"I can tell you're enjoying this darling, don't worry, this is only just the beginning before I have you bent over the bed for me like the good minx you are"

♠️Mihawk gets intimate and personal with this one. Making sure that you are enjoying yourself and making sure you are feeling pleasured by all means, since it is something you both haven't done before

♠️Seeing you enjoy yourself and getting a beautiful kick out of it, tells Mihawk this isn't gonna be the last time you wanna get stand up fucked by him

[introspectivememories]

buggy who turns to shanks one night after they've reunited and says softly, with indecipherable look in his eyes and says, "i'm not in love with you anymore." and shanks, shocked beyond belief, heart aching with a want he didn't even know he had, with a need he hadn't even realized was there, thinks quietly to himself, i didn't know you ever were

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Hi I just learned Kinktober is a thing

So here's my four favorite boys and their kinks.

Or is it five this time? *dramatic sound effect*

And yes, I'm still working on ABCs of Kink, I've got the next one about halfway done and it may be posted today, and I'm still working through the ask requests, and still

But headcanons shiny need more

Ooooh...Kinky ;D

Very obviously NSFW.

LA!Zoro X AFAB!Reader, LA!Sanji X AFAB!Reader, LA!Shanks X AFAB!Reader, LA!Mihawk X AFAB!Reader, LA!Buggy X AFAB!Reader (I'm on my second watch of OPLA and he's kinda grown on me).

Zoro

"I hope you like it rough, baby."

Zoro's not super kinky, but he definitely likes it rough, which goes hand in hand with the couple kinks he does have.

You're going to want to have a safeword/signal if you're giving him a blowjob—he's thick and he loves seeing you gag and choke on his cock. Literally the biggest turn-on.

Holding tight onto your hair the whole time.

The sight of your make-up trailing down your flushed face while he's fucking your mouth and throat makes his knees weak.

Pulling your head all the way down to come down your throat, shaking, groaning, swearing.

He's a little cautious about outright choking you during sex—he doesn't want to get too wound up and unintentionally hurt you—but if you ask him to, he's going to, because it's still an enormous turn-on.

"God, I fucking love it when you gag on it...."

Sanji

"If I make you dinner, do I get to have you for dessert?"

Like, do I even have to say it?

Food play.

Chocolate sauce, whipped cream, caramel, it's going to get messy. Any reason to trail his lips and his tongue over your beautiful body is a very, very good reason.

(BTW I recently learned Taz Skylar has a tongue ring so it's now canon that Sanji has one and do not argue with me I will die on this hill.)

He's never going to do or say anything to degrade you...but if you want to do so to him? By all means, be his guest.

You're his queen and he's your loyal subject, the man has no qualms about you doing anything you want to him.

Shove him into a wall, call him names, tie him to the bed, step on him, whip him, spit in his face—he will thank you for it. If it brings you pleasure, it brings him pleasure.

Literally everything you do turns him on, and he's beyond happy to be your personal toy.

"You, my love, are the sweetest thing that has ever touched my lips."

Shanks

"Oh, come on, sweetheart. Where's the fun in life without a little risk?"

Honestly the kinkiest of the four (but not the five). Super playful, and one hundred percent open to absolutely anything you suggest trying.

I mean anything. If you tell him you want to dress him up in frilly lingerie and call him your wench, he's totally game.

But he reserves the right to crack stupid jokes about it the whole time.

His own biggest kink is public sex. The riskier the better.

Reaching under the table at a tavern and creeping his hand up your thigh and under your skirt to rub you through your panties...or just flat out pulling you onto him to straddle his lap, make out with you, grind against you with absolutely no concern of anyone seeing.

Pulling you right into the mouth of an alley, barely concealed in the shadows and just having you right there against the wall, where any passersby might catch a glimpse of what you're doing.

He doesn't care—it's not like anyone's even going to attempt to stop one of the most notorious pirates on the Grand Line.

He enjoys a little role-play as well. You're the little marine cadet he took prisoner and decided to keep as his personal playing. The enchanting stranger from a tavern he's seduced.

Call him "captain." It drives him wild.

"Oh, what a good little wench you are, love."

Mihawk

"You seem to have forgotten who's in charge here, little one."

One hundred percent certified professional Brat Tamer™.

He's not going to let on that your pestering and testing his patience is anything but a casual annoyance—but the whole time he'll be thinking about how he's going to punish you later for being such an endearing little pest.

You're getting tied up. Cuffed to the bed. Clothes torn off of you. Spanked. You're getting teased beyond the point of sanity, within an inch of your life.

There's a fair chance he won't let you come for literal hours.

That he'll leave you tied up while he sits back and has a glass of wine and just revels in your pleading for more, revels in being in total control of your agony and pleasure.

You're going to have to beg, to promise you'll be a good girl for your master (even though you both know that's not true) before you get anything more out of him.

Big kink for lace and nylon as well.

He's constantly having to buy you new tights, new underwear and lingerie, because seeing you in them sets him on fire to the point that he's very likely to literally rip them off of you in a fit of desire and fuck you absolutely senseless.

"For the last damned time, no, your safe-word cannot be Yoru."

Buggy

"You know you're my favorite freak, babe."

Couldn't not include Buggy this time because it's pretty obvious that he's the kinkiest motherfucker at this party.

The guy has removable body parts, for gods' sake, of course he's going to utilize them in the most creative ways possible. He could be on the other side of the ship and still have his hand down your panties.

Degradation, cuckhold, ropes, whips, chains, knife play, you name it and he's probably into it. It would be a miracle for you to come up with something he hasn't tried at least twice.

He's going to call you every degrading name he can think of. Spank you and slap you. Choke you until you nearly pass out. And he's fully open to and expects you to do the same to him.

Dom or sub, doesn't matter, he's just having a good old-fashioned filthy time either way.

Totally open to threesomes, he's bi as fuck.

Also totally open to chaining you up and letting the entire crew run a train on you while he watches.

If you can imagine it, he's done it, wrote the book on it, and you're going to be doing it with him.

"Don't even pretend you don't like being my slut."

[my-jukebox]

I finished the one piece live action and I have to say, I loved it so much that I decided to write something!! Posting this on Sanji's birthday, because why not?

When you cook for them

Genre: Imagines, Fluff

Characters: (gn!reader) Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Shanks, and Mihawk.

Luffy

Would try to help you out but ends up eating most of the ingredients.

According to him, he's your taste tester and sous chef but God forbid, anyone letting him in the kitchen.

After throwing him out of the kitchen, you could finally cook in peace.

He would be pouting and everything when you get out of the kitchen but immediately smiles brightly when he sees the dishes all set out.

Would drool before you even serve him, and talks with his mouth full.

Devours the food like it's his last meal and savours every moment of it.

After eating, as a way of saying thanks, he would help you by cleaning the dishes (doesn't do a good job but who's complaining)

Zoro

Gets surprised when you say you're cooking for him and frankly, doesn't disturb you at all.

But makes jokes on how you'll burn the kitchen down, burn the food, and whatnot.

He sits wherever he can best watch you cook while sipping on his wine.

Every time you catch him gawking at you, he shrugs it off saying he was looking at the food instead, but the blush on his face says otherwise.

Once you're done, he doesn't hesitate to dig in like there's no tomorrow.

It doesn't matter if you cook badly or not, he'll eat it without complaining because that's just how much he loves you.

He pours some wine for you and sits as close as he possibly can, intertwining your fingers together.

Will also help you clean up as an excuse to spend more time together.

Sanji

The most annoying out of everyone here, honestly.

Keeps asking you what you're adding and why, what you're making, and the usual "you're doing it all wrong babe."

Still lets you do your own thing while he looks over your shoulder.

If you add oregano to the pasta, he'll throw it out of your hands and won't even say anything about it.

After the final touches, you place the plate in front of him and look at him with hopes that he likes it.

For Sanji, anything you do for him is good enough. He won't ask for much.

As he finishes eating, he'll look at you and for the hell of it, says, "Not bad."

A glare is enough to shut him up and he smirks at you as you slowly break into laughter.

Nami

She would be the most delighted, after Luffy of course.

Volunteers to help out and goes grocery shopping with you.

You won't tell her what you're making, and she couldn't care less as long as you are the one making it.

Would love if you finish fast so you can give her attention but won't admit it.

Once you serve her, she's already humming and praising you.

Hopes you cook for her again, and next time she'll help out.

Shanks <3

Tells you that you don't have to but secretly loves that you're doing it for him.

Whether you like it or not, he's going to sit atop the counter and make his stupid puns, knowing you'll laugh at them even if they aren't funny.

He tells you stories of the crew and his adventures.

Helps you serve the food and has you sit with him on the counter as he eats.

Doesn't matter if the food is good or not, he is eternally grateful for your hard work and makes it known by his sweet gestures.

After he finishes, he smiles gently at you and gets off the counter.

If you ask him what he's doing, he'll kiss your forehead and say, "Don't you want dessert? My treat!!"

Ends up making the worst dessert but hey, at least he tried.

Mihawk

When he sees you cooking, he won't even question it and just lets you do whatever.

However, he will wrap his hands around you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder.

Impatient as he is, he will keep asking you if you're done.

Once you're actually done, he'll say something along the lines of, "Took you forever."

Needless to say, he does appreciate the food you made for him, considering the shitty jobs he has to put up with.

The type to act like a food critic but knows shit about anything food-related.

Gives honest feedback though, but makes sure it doesn't hurt your feelings in any way.

This one was fun to write. I hope you guys enjoyed my first post. Feel free to request for more. I'll add a taglist if you guys want.

Do like, comment and reblog if you enjoyed!!

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[mugiwarahostclub]

Some of the one piece men as boyfriends

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— LUFFY

He'll interact with you the same way he does with his closest friends, but he would probably be careful when he carries you around just like he does with Robin. You'll have to initiate every hugs and kisses, cause he'll only jump on you and hug you first if you two haven't seen each other for a month or more. Over all, I think he'd treat you as a bestfriend rather than a lover, trying to make you laugh, making you the first person he shows random things to, etc.

Y/n: Hi Luffy~ Happy 3rd anniversary!

Luffy: ... Eh? Anniversary?

Y/n: Wh- Luffy, we've been dating for 3 years now...

Luffy: Yosh ! Anniversary ! Let's have Sanji cook *stretches himself to kitchen*

— ZORO

This guy values man codes or whatever, so he'd probably be the type to show affection towards you through actions, not words. Sick? Would quickly find the nearest pharmacy and give the medicine to Chopper. Hungry? Would kill the largest fish present and give it to you, it's up to you to cook it though. Sad? Well, he's not very good at comforting and will just end up telling you about the harsh reality of the world, then give you some wise advice afterwards like most grandpas do.

Y/n: Love you, Zoro

Zoro: Hm *cooly smirks with his eyes closed*

Y/n: ... I love you, Zoro

Zoro: *continues to smirk in a cool way, still staying silent cause he knows that you're aware deep down that he loves you back*

Y/n: Man.. just say it back

— SANJI

Boyfriend material. Would gladly simp and swoon over you. Sanji likes to make every woman feel like a princess though, so he'd still fanboy over girls and treat them well too. He would immediately reassure you after complimenting/serving a girl in front of you. Kissing them is where he'd draw a line. I mean, I would hope so.

Sanji to a random woman: Oh, your hair is just lovely~

Sanji: A-ah..! *quickly stands next to Y/n* Of course! Your hair is very lovely as well, Y/n! Oh~♡⁠ how the faint scent of your welcoming shampoo just wraps me around and— (he goes on for a few minutes)

— ACE

He'd be a supportive and loyal boyfriend, affectionate and would recklessly fight anyone who'll drag your name in the mud. Though he'll tell you a lot of stories about his little brother Luffy even though you didn't ask for them. If Luffy's around, he will probably not spend as much time with you like he'd normally do.

[ Y/n and Ace on a date ]

Ace: and then.. Luffy ran away, so me and Sabo also ran away! Hahahaha!

Y/n: Ahahahaha.. that's sooo funny... (has heard that story a million times already)

— LAW

It'll be hard to communicate with this guy, he's not the type to say what he's feeling at first. Though, as his feelings build up inside of him, he'd just eventually burst it all out soon in an angry manner. He'd probably give you physical affection with a straight face if you asked for it. I think he'd watch over you closely from time to time, walking up behind you just to tell you if something could damage your health. He won't force you to take care of yourself, but he will say 'i told you so' when you later suffer the consequences.

Y/n: *grabs chocolate from the fridge*

Law: *comes up from behind out of nowhere*

Y/n: Wha-? Law??? Where did you-?

Law: Chocolate at midnight is not very good... *walks away*

— SHANKS

I think he'd be a cute and shy boyfriend when he's sober. When he's drunk, maybe he could be a bit more honest with his feelings. Goodluck getting this guy to spend more time with you though, cause he'd probably use him being a captain as an excuse to not give you affection, when really he's just shy. He only tells you that he loves you when he's about to leave.

Y/n: Shanks! Let's go on a date!

Shanks: *blushes* .. oh.. haha, sorry Y/n, captain stuff-

Y/n: What? but you just got here

Shanks: Gotta go! Bye! *is already in a distance* Love you!

— BARTOLOMEO

Your relationship will consist of you, him.. and his unhealthy obsession with the strawhats.

Bartolomeo: Y/n, have you seen my limited edition Luffy figurine?!?!??

Y/n: Honey, it's 2 in the morning.. go back to bed....

Bartolomeo: ITS LIMITED EDITION, Y/N!

ㅤㅤ

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Twenty-Six

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Violence, Miscarriage.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~2.7k

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Your eyes flutter open to the dim light filtering through a small porthole. The room sways gently, and the smell of saltwater fills your nose. Disoriented, you try to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through your head, making you wince.

You glance around and see Yumi curled up beside you, her small body trembling. Relief washes over you as you notice she appears unharmed. Gritting your teeth against the headache, you reach out and gently shake her shoulder.

"Yumi," you whisper, your voice hoarse. "Are you okay?"

She stirs, her eyes red and puffy from crying. When she sees you awake, she throws her good arm around your neck, sobbing into your shoulder. "Miss Aria, I was so scared!"

You hold her tightly, trying to soothe her. "It's okay, Yumi. We're going to be okay." You say it more to convince yourself than her.

As your senses return, you realize you're in a small, bare room—clearly a cell on a Marine ship. The walls feel cold and unforgiving against your back. You hear the distant murmur of voices and the creak of wood as the ship moves through the water.

"We need to stay strong," you tell Yumi, pulling back to look into her eyes. "We're going to find a way out of this."

She nods weakly, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "I'm scared."

You brush a strand of hair from her face and offer a reassuring smile despite your own fear gnawing at your insides. "I know. But we have each other. We'll figure something out." Your eyes drop to her arm. "Let me check your arm, I'm worried they might have made it worse."

You carefully inspect Yumi's splinted arm, your fingers gentle but thorough. The makeshift wrap you applied earlier still holds, but you can see the pain etched on her young face. You need to be sure it's not more serious than it appears.

"Does it hurt a lot?" you ask, trying to keep your voice calm.

Yumi nods, her lower lip quivering. "A little," she admits, her eyes darting nervously around the small cell. "They weren't very nice, or gentle like you."

"Let's see what we can do," you murmur, focusing on the task at hand. You gently unwrap the bandage, revealing her swollen arm. The skin is discolored, a mix of purple and yellow bruises spreading across it.

You grimace, but you keep your expression neutral for Yumi's sake. "We need to get some ice on this and have a real doctor look at it," you say, more to yourself than to her.

Yumi's eyes widen with worry. "But we're stuck here... with them."

You place a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We'll find a way out of this, I promise. My friend will come looking for me the moment they realize I am gone."

"Mr. Shanks will look for us?" Yumi asks, her watery eyes suddenly hopeful. Despite your heart squeezing painfully in your chest, you smile and nodded.

"He'll look for us the moment he doesn't find me waiting for him to walk me home." Home. That word twists in your stomach and a wave of nausea floods your body. Did you even have a home?

You sit there, cradling Yumi in your arms, trying to come up with a plan. The walls of the cell feel like they’re closing in on you. The rhythmic creaking of the ship is both a comfort and a reminder of your imprisonment. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

"Yumi," you say softly, "I need you to be brave for me, okay?"

She nods, her small face set with determination despite the fear in her eyes.

You move to the door of the cell and press your ear against it while carefully checking to see if it was locked. It was not. The sounds outside are muffled but you can make out footsteps and muffled voices. It seems like there's a change of guards happening. This might be your chance.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. The guard change provides the distraction you need. With Yumi clinging to your side, you ease open the cell door. It creaks, but not loudly enough to draw attention. Idiots still thought you were an empty headed noble to dumb to try and leave. The hallway beyond is dimly lit, shadows dancing on the wooden walls.

"Stay close to me," you whisper to Yumi, squeezing her hand.

She nods, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. Together, you slip out of the cell and into the corridor. You move quickly but quietly, ears straining for any sound of approaching footsteps.

A couple of guards are ahead, their backs turned. You seize the moment, darting past them with Yumi in tow. Your heart pounds in your chest as you navigate the maze-like interior of the ship. The exit is just around the corner when you hear a shout.

"Hey! Stop right there!"

You don't hesitate. You push Yumi ahead of you and charge at the nearest guard. He doesn't expect it. Your fist connects with his nose with a satisfying crunch, and he drops to the ground, clutching his face. Benn would be so proud of the punch. Scratch that, the entire crew would be!

"Keep going!" you urge Yumi as another guard lunges at you. This one isn't as easy to surprise. He grabs your arm, but you twist and bring your knee up sharply into his groin. He doubles over, gasping for air. You follow up with an elbow to his face, feeling another nose break beneath your blow.

You catch a glimpse of Yumi ahead, looking back at you with terror in her eyes. She doesn't want to leave you. "Run!" you shout.

Before you can take another step, pain explodes in your lower stomach as the butt of a rifle slams into you. The impact drives the air from your lungs and sends you crashing to the floor. Stars dance in your vision as your body convulses in agony.

Your vision blurs and darkens around the edges. You hear Yumi scream your name, but it's distant, like she's calling from another world. Your body feels heavy, unresponsive. As darkness overtakes you, the last thing you see is Yumi's terrified face hovering above yours.

The world is a hazy blur, pain radiating from your abdomen like a fiery brand. The last thing you remember is Yumi's terrified scream, her voice echoing in your mind.

When you regain a semblance of awareness, you feel rough hands lifting you. Your body feels disconnected, heavy and unresponsive. Voices murmur around you, urgent and concerned, but the words are jumbled, unintelligible.

"She's bleeding," one voice says sharply, cutting through the fog. "Get her to the doctor now!"

You're vaguely aware of being moved, your body jostled as they carry you through the ship's corridors. Each step sends jolts of pain through your lower abdomen, intensifying the dizziness that threatens to pull you under again.

"Miss Aria! Miss Aria!" Yumi's voice pierces the haze. You can feel her tiny hand clutching yours desperately.

"She can't come with us," a stern voice commands.

"No! Let me stay with her!" Yumi shrieks, her grip tightening.

"She's hurt! She needs help!" another voice insists. "You can't be here."

Yumi's wails become more frantic as they try to separate her from you. "No! Miss Aria needs me! Don't take me away from her!"

The room spins around you as you're laid on a hard surface. Hands press against your stomach, trying to assess the damage. The pain is excruciating, and through the haze of agony, you hear snippets of conversation.

"She's losing a lot of blood."

"We need to stop the bleeding."

"What caused this?"

"The rifle butt... not enough force to rupture an organ."

Your consciousness wavers again, but Yumi's cries anchor you to reality. "Please! Let me stay with her! She needs me!"

"Calm down, child," someone says soothingly. "She'll be okay. We just need to help her."

"No! No!" Yumi screams, struggling against them.

A gentle hand brushes against your forehead, and a soft voice speaks close to your ear. "Hang in there. We'll take care of you."

Your mind swims with confusion and fear. Blood? Why are they talking about blood? What’s happening?

Another wave of pain crashes over you, sharper than before. Cramping in your lower stomach that makes you writhe in place. You hear Yumi's sobs growing fainter as they pull her away from you. You try to call out to her, but your voice fails you.

The pain subsides into a dull throb, but your mind remains a foggy mess. You focus on the sensation of Yumi's tiny hand gasping tightly to yours, the only thing keeping you anchored to reality. You hear the murmur of voices, the rustle of clothing, and the creak of the ship as it moves through the water.

"Hang in there," a voice says softly, close to your ear. "We're almost done."

You feel pressure on your abdomen, and you wince, trying to stay still. The hands working on you are firm but gentle, their touch bringing a strange mix of pain and relief. You force your eyes open, blinking against the harsh light.

A man with graying hair and a kind face looks down at you, his expression focused and serious. "You're going to be okay," he says, meeting your gaze. "Just a little more."

You blink weakly, unable to muster the strength to speak. Your eyes flicker around the room, searching for Yumi. She's standing nearby, her face pale and streaked with tears. Her eyes are locked on yours, filled with worry and fear.

"Yumi," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

She takes a step forward, but a gentle hand on her shoulder stops her. "Stay back for now," the doctor says gently. "Let me finish."

Yumi bites her lip, nodding reluctantly. She keeps her eyes on you, her small hands clenched into fists at her sides.

You take a shaky breath and focus on the doctor's face. His hands move with practiced precision as he works to stop the bleeding. The pain is intense and you can’t pinpoint where exactly it is, but you grit your teeth and endure it, knowing that it's necessary.

"You're doing great," he says encouragingly. "Just a little longer."

You nod again, feeling exhaustion tugging at your consciousness. Your eyelids grow heavy, and it takes all your effort to keep them open. You don't want to fall asleep—not when Yumi needs you.

Finally, the doctor steps back, wiping his hands on a cloth. "There," he says with a satisfied nod. "The bleeding has stopped."

He turns to Yumi and gives her a reassuring smile. "She'll be okay now," he tells her gently.

Yumi rushes to your side, clutching your hand tightly. "Miss Aria!" she cries, her voice trembling with relief.

You manage a weak smile and squeeze her hand in return. "I'm okay," you whisper, though every part of you feels battered and bruised.

The doctor stands up and addresses someone outside your line of sight with a firm glare. "She needs rest," he says firmly. "No more disturbances and no separating the little one from her."

Yumi stays by your side as they move you to a more comfortable position on the bed. Her presence is a comforting anchor in the storm of pain and confusion that surrounds you.

As you lie there, exhaustion finally overtakes you. The last thing you hear before slipping into unconsciousness is Yumi's soft voice whispering words of comfort and reassurance. Weren't you supposed to be the one providing comfort? Your grip on her hand loosens as sleep claims you completely.

You wake up to the sound of soft footsteps and the faint creak of the ship's wooden beams. Blinking, you find Yumi's face close to yours, her eyes wide and filled with concern. She hasn't left your side.

"Miss Aria, are you feeling better?" she whispers, her voice trembling.

You manage a weak nod, though your body feels heavy and sore. "I'm... I'm okay, Yumi. Just a little tired."

She smiles, relief flooding her features. "I'm glad. I was so worried."

The door to the small room opens, and the doctor from earlier steps in, his expression serious but kind. He kneels beside you, gently palpating your abdomen. You gasp sharply as the doctor presses gently on a part your abdomen, the pain shooting through your body like lightning. Yumi clings to your side, her small hand gripping yours with surprising strength. You force a weak smile, trying to reassure her.

The doctor meets your eyes, his expression a mix of concern and relief. "You're healing well," he says softly. "But you need to rest and avoid any strenuous activity."

You take a shaky breath, the doctor's words making you nervous. "What happened?" you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

The doctor's expression shifts to one of deep sorrow. He takes a seat beside you, his eyes meeting yours with a gravity that makes your heart sink.

"The butt of the rifle," he begins, choosing his words carefully, "it struck you in the abdomen with enough force to cause significant internal trauma."

You swallow hard, feeling Yumi's hand tighten around yours. "Internal… trauma?" The words come out choked, barely audible.

The doctor nods solemnly. "I'm afraid it caused a miscarriage."

The world seems to tilt for a moment, the air thickening around you. Miscarriage. The word echoes in your mind, each repetition hammering it further into your consciousness. You stare at him, uncomprehending.

"I... I was pregnant?" Your voice trembles, disbelief mingling with the raw sting of realization.

The doctor's eyes widen as he registers your shock. He hesitates, then speaks gently, "You... didn't know?"

Your mind races, the weight of his words sinking in slowly. You feel Yumi's hand gripping yours tighter, her small fingers trembling. The world narrows to the doctor's sorrowful gaze and the thudding realization echoing in your chest.

"I didn't..." you whisper, voice breaking. Pain blooms in your chest and for a moment you feel like you can't breathe. Your lips tremble as your find your voice again. "I—I didn't know."

The doctor sighs, his expression softening with compassion. "I'm so sorry," he murmurs. "You were in the early stages of pregnancy. It’s possible you hadn’t noticed any changes yet."

A storm of emotions swirls within you—shock, grief, confusion. You try to process the fact that you had been carrying a life inside you without knowing it, and now it's gone. Something you and Shanks had made out of passion and love, is now gone. You blink and a tear slips down your face, you swipe it away before Yumi sees it.

Yumi's tearful voice cuts through the haze. "Miss Aria... are you okay?"

You look down at her, forcing a reassuring smile despite the turmoil inside. "I'm... I'm okay, Yumi," you manage to say, though the words feel hollow.

The doctor reaches out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You need to rest," he says gently. "Your body has been through a lot. It will take some time for your body to recover from the trauma. The cramping might take a little while to go away as your uterus shrinks back down, expect soreness and aches, and spotting. If you experience any heavy bleeding, any, see a doctor immediately. I had to put stitches in to stop you from hemorrhaging.”

Nodding numbly, you let him guide you back onto the bed. Your mind is a whirl of thoughts and emotions, each one more overwhelming than the last. As you lie back down, Yumi snuggles close to you, offering what comfort she can.

The doctor stands up and looks at both of you with kind eyes. "I'll be nearby if you need anything," he says, before glancing at Yumi. "If the little one's arm starts bothering her again just call for me."

The doctor's words echo in your mind, each one a weight that presses down on your chest. Yumi snuggles close, her small body warm and reassuring against your side. You stroke her hair absently, trying to anchor yourself to the present.

"Miss Aria," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Will you be okay?"

You force a smile, though it feels brittle and thin. "Yes, Yumi," you say softly. "I'll be okay. We both will. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

Date Published: 7/11/24

Last Edit: 7/29/24

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[an-au-blog]

The glimpses we got of Jeff Ward in the opla blooper reel fill me with brain worms because now I am thinking about young Buggy not really being able to control his devil fruits ability for a while and Shanks doing his best to help him train. I can just see Buggy holding his own head between his legs before then faceplanting onto the floor and Shanks laughing his ass off, before offering to spot his friend doing more elaborate tricks like bouncing it from shoulder to shoulder so he can catch it before it hits the deck again when he messes up.

„ UGH! You’re supposed to CATCH me not bash my skull in!“ „Sorry.“ „God you suck. I only cant do this because you distract me so much.“ Shanks snorts and grins down at the upside down pouting clown head in his hands. „I don’t know. I just think you’re unlucky.“ „CAN IT.“ „Nah, you need all the luck you can get.“ With a swift motion Shanks raps his knuckles three times against Buggies forehead, to which his crewmate reacts with angry screams of pain and indignation „KNOCK ON WOOD!“ „FUCK YOU!!“ Buggys world twirls in a flash and for one second his body looses his balance just from the whiplash his head is experiencing. When he catches himself he’s upright and face to face with his insufferable Bunkmate who gives him a toothy grin. „Hm what else?“ „DONT“ „Fingers crossed.“ The clown let’s out yet another undignified squawk as Shanks crosses his fingers and mimes dropping him in the process for a second. Buggies body is now trying to grab at Shanks who’s easily sidestepping his friends strangling hands. „I’LL KILL-„ „Maybe it’s like one of those dice you have to blow on for good luck.“ Buggys world once again turns topsy turvy as the redhead flips him upside down once more, his chopped neck exposed upwards and any screams of protest die in his throat as he sees Shanks face getting closer to his neck just at the edge of his vision. Once again he feels thrown off balance, but not because of the sudden movement but because for a single second, he’s met with the faintest feeling of lips on his neck and a slight touch of air as Shanks exhales on the part that usually is connected to his own body. It’s almost unnoticeable and entirely too short to be on purpose, but Buggy still lets the almost kiss happen in shock and mentally thanks whatever sea deity he can think of that Shanks can’t see the look on his face right now. The room spins yet again and he moves his arm upwards almost like a reflex, his head colliding with his own wrist and rolling downwards from one shoulder to the other till it reaches the other wrist and with a flick of his elbow his head bounces off himself and reattaches itself to its neck. His mind clears mid and he realizes Shanks is cheering for him „LOOK AT YOURSELF! THAT WAS SO COOL!“ And all Buggy can do is turn away with faux annoyance and pretend his flush is from being overly embarrassed by his friends happy outburst and hope he doesn’t notice that his fingers keep ghosting over the part where his neck head usually detaches.

I cannot be more serious when I say that I have been thinking about this all day. This is so on point, like... I had a silly little smile on my face while reading this, it feels like it's ripped out of a fic I need more!

I really wanna add something but idk if I can?? it's just so perfect???

Though talking about holding bodily parts, I can imagine Shanks holding Buggy's hand for no reason, even if it's just detached. He'll just be out and about, minding his own business on the ship, and someone will ask him "Buggy, where's your other hand? Why're only with only one?"

To which he'll just make a grumpy face, which the other shipmates quickly learn mean that Shanks is just pocketing random parts for tun again. Bonus points for if he does it with also for fun, just Buggy waking up with one less leg and searching for it while Shanks giggles. Buggy would probably "beat him up" with his severed leg later, but it's too funny to him to not do it once in a while.

OH! Bonus bonus points for when they meet again and Shanks is one arm lighter than Buggy remembers, he accidentally sadly murmurs "You can't hold me like you used to..." under his breath. When Shanks asks him to repeat, he panics and goes "It's like karma from when you used to tease me" or something like that.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Now that it’s confirmed that Kid is yandere for Lucky I now think it is HILARIOUS to assume that Kid went after Shanks for the simple reason that he too also likes Lucky and Kid wants to weed out the competition and he thought “The bigger the better! She’ll totally like me if she sees how strong I am and how well I can protect her!! No one will wanna go near her!!!” Completely underestimating how delusional/down bad ALL of them are for her.

But if anyone ask Kid why he’s going after Shanks he’ll tell em “It’s for the glory!!! I want the title!!!” And Killers in the background like, “Ya Kid… Whatever you say Kid! Everyone TOTALLY believes that one Kid!” while making faces at Heat and Wire.

Killer every time Kid opens his mouth and starts on some elaborate lie/rant as to why he’s going after Shanks:

Lucky lets it happen cause the problem will eventually take care of itself if it goes down gladiator ring style.

Killer and the rest of the crew have to endure listening to him make up excuses for every interaction between them and the Straw Hats. It's not for Lucky, he definitely just wants to eliminate them that's it! Same for Shanks!

That aside, I'm going to use this as an opportunity to talk more about Lucky and Kid's relationship because I want to.

Fun fact, their connection was established in chapter one of Lucky Break, but I'm not sure anyone noticed it. In the prologue, it's explicitly stated that Lucky was holding her backpack when she fell into the One Piece world. In chapter one, there is no mention of it. This wasn't a fuck up on my part, this was intentional.

When she is trying not to drown, she lets go of the backpack and it floats away. Eventually, someone on the Punk Victoria finds it and decides to grab it because there might be something interesting in it, and there was.

In the backpack are the following: a cellphone, a flashlight, a wallet, a snack bar, and some face masks and gloves.

Kid can't figure out what the cellphone and flashlight are supposed to be, and is very frustrated by this. Examining the wallet reveals some weird money and cards he doesn't recognize, but the most important thing in it is the ID. He first lays eyes on the picture, and he burns the face into his memory. If anyone can explain what the weird shit is that he found, it's going to be this woman.

He always has her ID on him on the off chance they run into each other, everything else is kept safe on the ship. Because he has Lucky's ID, he is one of the very few people outside of the Straw Hats that knows her real name.

Kid is the only yandere that was obsessed before he met her. He was so hung up on finding her that by the time they did meet, he fell hard and fast.

The first time he sees Lucky in person, it takes a minute because the scar throws him off, but when he takes out the ID to compare and says her name and she reacts to it? It's all over. He needs her on his ship now, and he won't take no for an answer. He's waited too long to get an explanation on what those weird things are he found. Lucky is definitely frightened by his rough demeanor, but she's hopeful that she'll be let go after explaining what the things he found were.

I'm sure none of y'all need me to tell you that's not what happens. Kid may have some answers, however confusing, but the obsession isn't gone. He still wants to keep her.

On the scale I mentioned previously when discussing Kaku, Kid is all the way over on the 'OH GOD NO' side. He's unfriendly, unnecessarily cruel, and is one of the few yanderes that would be willing to hurt Lucky if it meant keeping her. It's not his first option by any means, but it isn't off the table either and he lets her know that. Yet he's somehow surprised when she's afraid of him.

He can be nice in his own ways, but he's bad at it. If he sees Lucky shivering, he'll throw his coat at her while yelling at her to 'stop shivering it looks pathetic'.

While he would say that he doesn't care if she likes him or not so long as he has her, he's lying. If she genuinely never grew fond of him it would bother him deeply.

[quinloki]

Moonbeams filtered through the small window. The sound of the cracking wood echoed in the small room. Two prisoners, basking in each other's presence, taking solace in those calming moments, away from their captor and his viles fantasy.

Marco looks at them, admiring something that wasn't there in the last few months: blessing calmness.

Did they finally give up and accept their fate? He was there, almost there. Still, a small hope lingered in his chest, a small spark that never had the chance to get free.

Their hands gently caressed each other, fingers entangled with each other like a silent promise.

"How do you feel, yoi?"

They mumbled something, their eyes opening. Were they tired? They didn't look so well in the last few days...

"So, so...I'm just happy to be with you."

Despite all that, their words gave him a sense of calmness. His free hand is squeezing their shoulder towards him, embracing their body. It seems so cold.

"Do you want to sleep?" They shoked their heads, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Marco...thank you... Thank you for trying. I'm sorry that you needed to ...endure all of this for me."

Their breath was heavy; it seemed like they were trying to grasp enough air for their lungs.

"You don't have to thank me..."

"It must...have been hard to...keep it together...you were always strong and kind....you...you got it before everyone else. I was slipping away..."

Something was off... Their tone seems so off despite their words, their grip holding him like a lifesafer in the ocean.

"Why are you saying these things now? You don't have to-"

"But now...now you don't have to....worry about me anymore, all right?"

Marco's eyes opened in shock and fear. They smelled so strange...so...salty...When was the last time he actually saw them drink water?! Why did they look allways so suffering in the last days?!

"W-What did...what did you...."

"Do...do you know? S-Salt, if used in excess, can...

Marco's grip became stronger than before, holding them to his chest. He tried to catch their hearts, but he sensed only some slow motion. The realization came to his mind like a wave: they were poisoning themselves with something that could be easily taken from the ship or the kitchen, they were poisoning themselves for...how long? 

"Marco...you can fly, right?"

He couldn't say anything, only holding them, hoping that maybe that gesture could have secured them in this world long enough.

"You don't...have the shackles anymore...you can just fly...then fly, okay? For me?"

He didn't say anything. What did he have to say? From his throat only hiccups and moans of pain, his eyes watering. The tears that were able to get away from his glasses falling to their faces had a tired smile on them.

"I'm sorry...i'm I'm sorry, Birdie. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"It's all right. It's all right, okay? ...Just fly...It's easy for you...."

They kept on smiling and begging him to just go. He kept on repeating his manthra, hoping that at least some good gods existed in that world that could hear it—to not take them away, to let them stay longer, to let them know that he genuinely loved them. But the gods didn't respond, and their lives slipped away from his grip.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, crying over his lost treasure. But sure, the spark ignited a fire.

He wanted to fly away.

oh man.

OH MAN. That calmness coming from such a decision T-T oh whew. Oh that just ripped my heart right out too.

thank you so much for sharing - I'm glad to see the yandere chatter lately, and in this case the Marco/Reader/Shanks Yandere chatter specifically, is inspiring so many people to add their two cents \o/

I can imagine too, after going through all that, that Marco would just surrender to the phoenix entirely. That whole thing about zoan users not usually being able to maintain themselves when they awaken would be a comfort to him.

He'll fly alright, he'll break the Red Force to driftwood just by spreading his wings and the world will know the fury and terror of a legendary bird lost to grief. Whose even to say if Shanks and crew survive - the phoenix itself might rage against him directly, who knows how much one can affect the beast within when they're so deeply in love?

[the-bar-sinister]

Deicide: A Test of Wills (11111 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 2/? Summary: After leaving Wano the Straw Hats find themselves pursued by a ship their captain recognizes. The Red Force. Finally, now that Luffy has become an emperor, it's time for Shanks to acknowledge him as a great pirate.

Unfortunately 'congratulations' isn't all Red Haired Shanks has to say. And Luffy discovers a truth about his idol he never wanted to know.

-

Prepping the ship for an emergency jump always took a bit of doing. With such a large crew it went smoothly of course, everyone being willing to do their part to get everything in place.

Yamato, Sanji and Zoro prepped the cola charges as Usopp and Carrot worked together to batten the hatches and prep the sails for the leap. Nami, Vivi and Jinbei went over their heading and Robin kept watch for retaliation from the 'Red Force' that never came.

The crew worked as one, and the Thousand Sunny launched across the ocean at speeds unmatched by any other ship on the sea. A half hour had passed, putting distance between them and Shanks as Robin watched Luffy lay upon his spot atop the figurehead.

He needed time alone, hard as it was not to leap to keeping him company. So she occupied herself by reading a book on the deck, skimming the records of a traveling merchant from over a hundred years ago as she worked to distract herself from the conflict in their wake. 

A few pages in, a blocky shadow fell over her reading light. As she glanced up she could see Zoro had stopped nearby in the middle of the deck, staring off at the bow of the ship. Probably at the spot where Luffy was resting.

"Worried about him too, Zoro?" She asked without looking up from her book. She never needed to, an eye open to give her a view of the man from the wall, and another open to watch over Luffy from the mast.

"It's a tough blow for him," Zoro said quietly. He didn't turn to look at her, either, standing with his arms crossed, watching the distance. "I know he'll recover but— it's not like something physical."

Robin shook her head, turning the page in her book with a soft sigh. 

"No, it's not. Wounds of the heart take a long, long time to heal, if ever." Her brow furrowed , and betrayal after betrayal flashed before her eyes from the days of her childhood on the run. "He's been betrayed by a man he trusted." 

"Yeah. And not just now, but right from the start. He's gotta be rethinking a lot, you know?" Zoro shook his head. "The things that motivate you— finding out they're not true. That's heavy."

Robin's fingers hesitated on the page. Finding out the thing that motivated you the most was nothing but a lie would perhaps be the most crippling blow she could think of. She could easily imagine the heart-crushing sting of finding out that— she didn't know— the archaeologists of Ohara who drove her hunt for knowledge were actually working for the World Government, or something like that.

She rubbed the paper between her fingertips. "As heavy as the weight of the ocean. But Luffy's made of sterner stuff." 

"He is," Zoro huffed. "More flexible, anyway. He'll adapt. As far as people goes, Luffy can flip on a moment, sometimes. Shanks should be worried. I'm guessing the worse part for Luffy is the confirmation of all this god stuff."

Robin chuckled darkly. 

"He should be worried. If I have the misfortune of seeing him again, well. I shall give him a piece of my mind he won't forget." She flipped the page, looking up at Zoro finally. "Though you are correct. That's going to be the worst part, he was already scared, and now we know for sure. I'd had an inkling that whatever was whispering to Luffy was Nika, the sun god from the poneglyphs and legends I'd read. I'd just hoped I was wrong." 

Zoro too finally turned to look at her. His face was a stern mask– a mixture of concern, bubbling anger, and determination. "Nika. Don't know much about that, myself."

That… was not surprising.

Zoro wasn't exactly the type to pay attention to faiths. He wasn't the type to have heard the whisperings of the different gods people clung to over the Deep Blue Sea.

The only reason she was tied into her interest in history, anthropology and understanding the past and the people who exist today. 

"It's a fairly prolific god to the downtrodden. Worshiped by the fishmen, slaves, and various nearly extinct races. The Buccaneers are another example." she mused softly. "The problem we run into, and the one that made me hope I was wrong, is that with such a widespread faith comes widespread belief. If that somehow empowers the voice inside Luffy, then we'll have a harder time silencing it. Even if it doesn't— we won't be able to avoid reminders of its existence." 

"Great." He grumbled, shaking his head. "What can we do? Your history— mythology, whatever— have anything to say about that?"

"About defeating the god of the sun?" Robin looked him in the eyes. "They're all too busy bowing and praising to talk about practical matters like that. I've read a little, a little, about who I believe was the fruit's former owner. But it's all tied up in that lost century."

She sighed softly, "I think the most important thing we can do is remind Luffy that until we figure out a way to seal this thing— he needs to stay on his guard, remember who he really is, and rely on us like we've relied on him." 

Zoro nodded slowly. "I'll be there to remind him. My captain's a man, not a god. And if I have to defeat a god to protect him, that's what I'll do."

A hand bloomed out of the hilt of his sword, and raised up towards him with fingers outstretched to shake.

"You and me both, Zoro. I don't much like the idea of a god taking our captain from us. And killing one should make for some rather interesting data as an added bonus." 

He chuckled and clasped her hand, shaking his head. "Interesting data. I guess so. Another body for the pile as far as I'm concerned. And it damned well won't be Luffy's body."

Robin nodded to him, her eyes lidded. A long while ago now, in Enies Lobby, she'd cried to Luffy that she wanted to live. Making sure that now Luffy could live as Luffy— maybe that was the best way she could finally repay that.

"It damned well will not be, Zoro." 

There was a click on the door from below deck and a cooing, simpering voice interrupted their conversation. "Did I hear something about killing a god?"

The brief impulse to bloom a couple of arms below him to grab his ankles and send him careening to the ground played in the back of Robin's mind, complete with a full mental picture and comic strip sound effects, before she turned to him with her piercing stare.

"I can only imagine what theories you're going to bring to the table, Clown." 

-

"She was the one proposing deicide," Caesar complained, leaning on the table. His long face was pulled into an exaggerated frown almost like a carnival mask. "And yet the way she said it, it's like she thought I was going to jump immediately to liquifying Luffy's insides. I didn't even know we were talking about Luffy at that point."

Chopper listened to him with a nod of his head, currently in one of his more humanoid forms as he worked to mix a salve in his pestle with his tongue slightly sticking out. He admitted, pretty readily, that he was working away his growing anxieties by bustling around his clinic and had been ever since he'd come down to join Caesar in avoiding the deck.

Caesar was lucky, honestly. He hadn't had to see Shanks. He hadn't had to deal with that wave of pressure that nearly knocked everyone out, or hear the kinds of things the man was spouting about Luffy and destiny.

"You were just excited to talk about killing a god, and the theory of it, right?" He shook his head, looking up from under the rim of his hat to smile. "Robin's just a bit really protective, you know?" 

"Well sure!" Caesar cooed. "That's why as soon as I found out that we were talking about Luffy I suggested it might be a better idea to you know, try to get the god out of him instead of kill it outright. You know how hard it can be with parasites and hosts after all."

Chopper looked up with a grimace. "They can do more damage thrashing around when you try and kill it, right? You've gotta be careful with parasites. I guess the problem is 'where do we put it if we get it out of him'?"

It was kind of surreal to talk about gods and spirits like they were parasites. But Chopper wasn't an especially religious reindeer. He was a man of science! Of healing! Caesar always seemed to appreciate that, or at least respect it— it was one of the many things that'd led to their unexpected bond.

He looked up "because I would like to get it out of him. I don't— I don't like the idea of something going around telling Luffy who it thinks is 'just' to kill like it knows who matters." 

Caesar shook his head very seriously. "No, no, we can't have that, can we? This kind of spiritual toxoplasmosis could lead to decisions nobody will like. What if he decides I ought to die. Or you? Euuugh." 

Caesar performatively gripped his own throat with his long nails.

Chopper laughed, he couldn't help it. 'Spiritual Toxoplasmosis' and Caesar's–Caesarity– seemed to get him every time. 

"Yeeeeugh…yeah, that'd be pretty bad, wouldn't it? I mean…I can kinda see why some fancy god of the sun wouldn't much like you, Caesar. For me, I dunno. Do you think it hates mutants?" He shook his head. "That'd be bad news, Nurse Caesar!" 

"Terrible news," he agreed, nodding broadly. "I have no idea what gods think of reindeer, this specific one or any other one. Not something the blood test is likely to reveal to us, either. The results of that are almost ready by the by. Though I think we can both guess what they'll be."

Chopper put down his pestle to smile nervously at Caesar.

"I mean, yeah. I've got a pretty good guess! ...I'm really worried about this, you know. I know Luffy'll be alright. He always is, but…" He looked down at his hoof-tipped hands with a frown "I dunno. I know logically it's just a twist of the Devil Fruit, but I've never had to deal with anything like a 'god' before." 

Caesar wagged a long finger at him. "And neither have I, thankfully, right? But we both have experience with devil fruits— and that experience I think will be just as valuable. For all everyone's throwing around this 'god' business, assuming those blood tests bear out, all this is is a weird devil fruit side effect."

Chopper looked up at him with a wide smile. 

"Which means we can counter it! Medication like the rumble balls could suppress it in theory, if we put our minds to it." He held out his hand as hope fluttered in his heart. "And between us? We've got some of the keenest minds around!" 

Caesar clasped his hands together and wiggled his fingers. "We certainly do, my dear doctor Chopper."

Chopper's grin hitched wider, and he pointed excitedly towards the clinic's instruments. "Then let's get that sample and show this god what REAL SCIENCE can do!" 

-

Yamato didn't know if he should keep giving Luffy space. The guy probably needed company, right? Probably– or he needed time alone to lick his wounds. Yamato needed times like that plenty. Losses against his dad, or times when he felt unwanted and alone, he'd spend a little time sorting his head out.

Luffy probably needed that.

So Yamato was gonna let him have it. He'd taken to practicing with his club out behind the tangerine trees, his eyes set on the distant horizon as he raised and swung the heavy iron weapon again and again. 

Slowly, he became aware of the feeling of a quiet presence behind him.

He kept the heavy club held between his hands before he spun it and let it drop to the ground between his feet. He turned, baring his fangs in a tense smile as he tried to make casual leaning on the ringed end of the club. "Hey." 

The fish man, Jinbei, was standing there behind him with a calm, though clouded look on his broad face.

"I hope you don't mind my intrusion."

Yamato hadn't had much time to get to know him yet.

He tilted his head, leaning a little more heavily on the club as his center of balance shifted. He looked Jinbei in the eyes. He hadn't been around much during the raid—at least not in the places Yamato had been.

He gave him a tentative smile and a shrug. "I don't mind the company, if that's what you're worryin' about. I'm..I dunno. Just blowing off steam." 

"Of course. I wondered if you might need someone to talk to after what Luffy said." Jinbei's dark eyes were intense, and his physical presence was intimidating, but there was something about him that seemed to have a way of putting a person at ease, or so it seemed.

Yamato's fingers briefly tensed against his club, the same sort of club his father had always used—had taught him how to use— and he took a deep breath as the image of Luffy killing his father in some horrible alternate timeline flashed through his mind.

He looked at Jinbei, his hackles lowering and his muscles unknotting slowly as he rubbed his neck. "...that sure was a lot, wasn't it?" 

"It wasn't an encounter that anyone expected," he agreed, shaking his head slowly. He took a seat at the roots of one of the tangerine trees, and patted the grass beside him for Yamato to sit as well. "Luffy and Shanks perhaps least of all."

Yamato eased his club down before he padded over in a rather doggish way to drop down in the shade of the tangerine trees with a tilt of his head. "I got the sense there was a lotta history that I was kinda missing." 

"I don't think that any of us have all of the context aside, perhaps from the Ginger himself." Jinbei chuckled roughly and stroked his chin. "But I am aware at least, that the two of them had an encounter when Luffy was a child, and that it shaped Luffy's life. Both of their lives, it seems."

"In ways that don't seem to work well together, I'd say," Yamato murmured. "I mean…I got the sense he was one of the ones who inspired Luffy to be a pirate, right? But he kept putting him down until he ate that fruit and…"

He grimaced, his long and sharp teeth gritting together as his jaw set. Got inhabited by the god of the downtrodden, the sun god— the sun god who hated his father and tried to convince Luffy to end his life instead of just forcing him to back down."Yeah." 

"Yes," Jinbei nodded. "That does seem to be the case. This marks the second hero that Luffy has lost, albeit in a very different manner. I wonder which will prove to be the more traumatic."

Yamato twitched, and his fingers dug into his knees as his grimace showed in the baring of his teeth and the shudder of his shoulders. 

This one, he knew. He knew it because it was a loss for him too. He could still feel the fire burning his fingertips as he reached up desperate to grasp the fragments of the flaming vivre card as they danced in the wind.

"I wonder," he said thickly, "I heard Shanks mention Ace, too. Said that Ace would have wanted him to accept his destiny, right? But Luffy didn't agree. Don't think I do , either." 

"No?" Jinbei cocked his head. "You knew Ace, too, didn't you?"

"Not very long," Yamato murmured as he leaned his head back enough to lightly bang against the trunk of the tree. "He came to Wano on some expedition or another…spent some time I guess on the main island, before coming to Onigashima. Him and his Spade Pirates." 

"Admittedly, I didn't know him long either," Jinbei sighed and looked off over the water. "Briefly when we clashed. And then afterward, in Impel Down."

Yamato's clawed finger traced over the curve of his kneecap over his clothes, nervously scratching in half circles as he laughed weakly. 

"Sounds like you got to know him during a pretty hectic time…impel down, damn…"

He looked up at the sky, obscured by the leaves of the tree above. 

"We fought too. I thought he was aggressin' on Onigashima the way he was rampaging around, and we fought for a good long while until we both tired out. After that he spent the whole night with me. Shared sake cups , laughed…talked about all kinds of stuff. I got…"

Yamato's voice hitched and he gripped the red fabric of his hakama. "We got close. I wound up really carin' about him, we got r-real close. He promised to come back for me if I couldn't leave that night. I didn't know him long, but I got to really know him and he would NOT want Luffy to lose himself." 

Jinbei put his hand on Yamato's shoulder and nodded. "No, he certainly wouldn't want Luffy to lose himself. No one wants to lose themselves, nor for it to happen to anyone they care about. Unfortunately sometimes the difference between finding your way and losing it only exists in hindsight."

Yamato rested his head against the tree, though he shifted to roll his neck enough to look at Jinbei with the clack of his horns against the bark.

"Whatta you mean by that, sir?" he asked curiously. "Because I don't want Luffy to lose his way to a spirit or a god who thought my old man deserved only to die." 

"No, of course not. And it's not something that Luffy wants." Jinbei sighed and shook his head. "All I'm saying is that it's complicated. We can't understand what our choices mean until after they take effect. And Ace– I didn't know him well enough to know what he'd want here. But he asked me to protect his brother, and I've taken up that duty, as much as it surprised me."

The fish man looked troubled, genuinely troubled, for the first time since Yamato had met him.

Yamato looked up at him with a canine intensity, his arms wrapping around his knees as he half doubled over to look at him. "but this whole situation's kind of complicated, ain't it?" 

"It's very complicated," Jinbei sighed. "If Shanks speaks truly and knows what he's talking about, then what resides inside of Captain Luffy is a powerful force for good. One that could reshape the world and ease the suffering of many."

Yamato grimaced a little. "The things I heard when the prisoners and the poor folks who wound up on Onigashima talked about him said a lot of the same stuff."

What did it say about Yamato that his blood was tied up in something a 'powerful force for good that could reshape the world and ease the suffering of many' wanted to wipe off the face of the earth?What did it say about him that the thought of watching his father torn apart by a 'just and good' god made him violently ill? "Guess a lotta people would want him to accept it and become that force for good, right?" 

"There are many who would say that the sacrifice of one life, one dream, for the good of all was a noble and worthy one, yes," Jinbei nodded. "There are perhaps, selfless people in our world who would gladly allow themselves to be erased by a force that could save others."

Yamato drew his knees against his chest. "I'm sure there are. Selfless, noble people who'd give up everything to save people.. And then one of those selfless people would come and kill my old man. Maybe me, for good measure." 

"Killing you would certainly not be noble," Jinbei said, shaking his head. "Don't mistake me, I'm not arguing in favor of Luffy allowing himself to be consumed by anything— be it a force of good or not. I'm simply considering the question at hand. What Ace would have said, if Luffy and I had been able to save his life."

Yamato pushed his hand up and through the silky mop of his hair, looking up at him with a shaky smile. "It's a hell of a question, ain't it…? The guy I met…the Ace I met by the fire on the seaside…I think he woulda argued for keeping your own spark alive and burning." 

"The captain of the Spade Pirates would have, without a doubt," Jinbei said quietly. "You've very right about that."

Yamato nodded firmly, his smile starting to creep back onto his face. 

"I mean, after we…after we talked, I mean, he basically gave me the speech about that. About finding your own path across the sea, how we weren't our fathers and we weren't who anyone else wanted us to be."

His smile started to falter though, breaking down as his brow furrowed. "You mentioned 'Spade Pirates' specifically. Did…somethin' change?" 

"I fear I've troubled you when my intention was far from that," Jinbei sighed. There seemed to be something on his mind. "I will say, some of Ace's last words were that he wished that he could see Luffy achieve his dream. So I think you are right— no matter what changed, he still wouldn't want his brother to accept a destiny that was not his dream."

Yamato nodded firmly, before he shifted to look at Jinbe with his best smile. A man like Oden wouldn't let himself get sucked into uncertainty and worry like that. 

"Damn right. He'd support Luffy's dream if he were still here…that's kinda part of why I wanted to come along. To help him achieve it in Ace's stead." He chuckled warmly "don't worry, you ain't troubling me…promise." 

Jinbei chuckled along with him. "No? Maybe it's myself I've troubled, then. That happens sometimes, I'm afraid. But it's no matter."

Yamato tilted his head to the side again, before he leaned over and lightly punched the fishman's arm. "Hey, if you've got something to get off your chest, you can always talk to me. I ain't the smartest guy around…but I'm a good listener." 

"I do believe that, very much, Yamato. But I'm afraid I'm a better listener myself than I am at talking about myself and my feelings." He shook his head. "I'll mull over my thoughts for a while and see if I can come back and get any of it out to you, how does that sound?"

With a chuckle, Yamato stretched his long body out with a huff. "Yeah, that sounds good to me, Jinbei. I'm patient. In the meantime if you ever wanna spar, I could use a good opponent. Don't wanna get rusty for when my new captain needs me to smack someone across the sea." 

"Now that I can indulge you in," Jinbei said, his troubled expression turning into a long, toothy smile. He hefted himself to his feet, and offered Yamato his hand.

Yamato grabbed his hand with a low chuckle before hefting himself up to his feet with a hop, one arm around himself as he re-centered and stood tall with a feral edge to his smile. 

"Good. Nothin' clears the mind like smackin' one another around for a bit. One of the few lessons from the old man I listened to, really."

He wanted to blow off some steam, to clear his head from where it was spiraling down into thoughts of his father, of Ace's handsome face in the firelight, of his own complicated dreams and emotions— and of Luffy's fury and anguish over being told his dream had to die for destiny and having to rally against that.

A fight would recenter him. A fight would get his head back where it needed to be to properly defend his new captain like the samurai, or pirate, he really was.

"Bring it on, Jinbei. Don't hold back." 

-

Luffy was still upset by the time dinner rolled around, and it couldn't be more obvious. He slumped into the kitchen, mumbled thanks to Sanji and kissed him on the cheek, made himself and enormous plate, and immediately slumped out of the galley again to eat alone.

Eating with the crew was always one of his favorite activities. Ever since the early days of the East Blue, even before they'd picked Sanji. Nami's brow furrowed as she pushed the food around her plate and watched the door shut behind him.

All the damn men on the ship might have been under the impression that he needed his space to— she didn't know— Manly tough it out like men, or whatever macho shit was going through their minds.

Nami pushed herself up and immediately followed him. He wasn't just going to miraculously get better. He wasn't going to bounce back without a little reminder of the people around him, so she was going to make sure he ate with at least one friend, no matter fucking what.

She found him exactly where she expected to— sitting up on the figurehead. He'd been there all day, and now that the sun had sunk below the horizon she could see that he'd brought a little lamp with him.

Unfortunately, it would be troublesome for her to get up to where he was sitting.

She held her plate in one hand, cupping her mouth with her other as she called up to him. "Hey, Luffy! A beautiful woman's trying to invite herself to dinner with you!" 

He turned toward her, and she watched him peer down at her with his big, bright eyes. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then his long arms reached down toward her to pick her up by her hips.

It was a familiar feeling, especially as she held her plate tight and allowed him to heft her up without hesitation or resistance. 

"Good man," she huffed sharply. "I didn't wanna spill my dinner all over the damn deck trying to climb up there myself. Thanks." 

He managed a wan smile for her as he set her down carefully next to himself, his plate in his lap. "That would have been a waste of food, right?"

"And a waste of food is a waste of precious berry. Especially with the way you idiots eat." She leaned over and bumped his shoulder with hers. "I didn't want you eating alone though. I mean…you went through all the trouble to gather us all up, right? No sense eating meals alone anymore." 

He bumped his shoulder back against hers. "I was getting my head clear… but I'm glad to see you, Nami." That wan smile came back for a moment, though even that quickly faded.

"I'm glad to see you too, Luffy. It's not the same at that table without you. Just like it's not the same when Sanji isn't cooking for us, or Zoro isn't…Zoroing." Nami picked up her fork again with a thin smile and sighed. "Can't blame you for wanting to clear your head, though. Call this payback, if you want. For not letting me slink off to be lost in my own head back in Cocoyasi." 

"Well, I won't say no to some payback. I just know I'm not very good company." He leaned back and looked up at the dark sky, his back curved at a strange angle. "I don't want to yell at anybody."

This was surprisingly insightful, or at least thoughtful, for Luffy, who usually wore his mood on his sleeve and wasn't shy about showing it to the crew, even when it was a bad one. Sometimes people did indeed get in the yelling crossfire of a bad Luffy mood.

Nami had been in that crossfire a few times— nearly every member of the crew at one point or another. It was part of Luffy's…everything. He was as open as a book, except when he was being inscrutable to people outside the crew. 

"Well, I'm not scared of some loud-mouthed punk, even if he is my captain," she teased with a grin, punching his arm. "Yelling isn't going to scare me away, bad mood or no." 

He stuck his tongue out at her and crossed his arms. "I could if I tried. But… I'm not going to."

"Tch, don't underestimate me. I'm a stubborn bitch, Luffy," she prodded him in the arm. "And i hold the pursestrings for our little outfit, too. So you'd better not." She leaned against him. "I think you want some company after all. I mean…shit." 

He shoveled some of the food from his plate into his mouth, staying quiet for a long moment while he ate. Then he sighed and nodded. 

"I feel really stupid, Nami."

Nami looked up from her own plate, the food more pushed around than eaten. 

"You're not stupid, Luffy. This situation's stupid." She snorted disdainfully. "Heck, Shanks is the stupid one." 

"Well, yeah!" Luffy growled, his rubbery face pulling into a stern pout. "He IS stupid. But I feel stupid for looking up to him! For wanting to make him proud of me!"

Nami leaned more firmly against his shoulder, looking at him with an incredulous stare. 

"He was your childhood hero, moron." She contradicted her earlier statement, but held firm to it with another thump against his shoulder. "Idiot. Of course you wanted to make him proud. It wasn't like he went around advertising himself as a devout fucking zealot." 

"He didn't go around advertising himself at all!" Luffy barked back. "He was just some pirate! And I was a kid and I thought he was so cool! But all he did was put me down and tell me I couldn't do it. Then I was so excited when that changed! I was stupid! I didn't see there was a reason it changed."

Nami listened, as she often did, her arms crossed and her lips in a terse little frown. She wasn't going to lie, the more she heard about Shanks the more she kind of wanted to kick him where his precious sun god didn't shine.

A lot. When she was a girl, Belle-mère had always propped her up. Inspired and supported her even when she caused trouble or stole. Even with the occasional chiding, she never really put her or her dreams down.

But Shanks seemed to have done nothing BUT put Luffy down until he ate the fruit that was supposed to turn him into the guy's god. And THEN he gave a shit?

Nami was going to rearrange his face like she was one of Sanji's kicks if he wasn't careful.

"You were a kid, Luffy," she said again. "And fuck, it wasn't like you had a lot of people around to look up to— and to be HONEST, as far as you knew some random devil fruit shouldn't have changed shit." 

"It did change everything though!" Luffy said, throwing his hands up. "It changed everything and I can't take it back! I wish I could! Now I'm never going to be able to prove that I could be the Pirate King without this— stupid god power!"

Luffy growled like an animal and he started beating his rubber fist against the figurehead, rattling the plates.

Nami's fingers squeezed his shoulder. 

"Fuck god!" she said with a snort. "Who cares about…some stupid sun bastard anyway, huh? I sure don't." She glared out at the sea. "we're just gonna have to make sure that everyone knows you became the Pirate King YOURSELF and without it. I dunno how yet, Luffy, but…" 

He paused in his pointless attack and looked at her with his intense eyes, as dark as the bottom of the sea, his lips twisted up in a grimace. "But?"

"But we're gonna figure it the fuck out, that's what!" Nami pointed out to the sea. "Just like we're gonna figure out how I'm going to map the entire Grand Line! Or Sanji's gonna find the All Blue, or Zoro's gonna finish that ridiculous homoerotic duel of his with Mihawk and become the strongest swordsman in the world! Or Robin's gonna learn all about the lost history, and Usopp's gonna be a hero, and EVERYONE's dreams."

She looked back to meet his eyes. "We're going to figure out how to make the world know that MONKEY D LUFFY is the MAN who's the King of the Pirates, and not the god of 'em! Got it? Or do I gotta shake you a bit more?" 

He stared at her wide eyed still for another moment— and then he grabbed her into a sudden, tight hug, his arms wrapped all the way around her twice. He pushed his face against her neck, and nuzzled her. "Thanks, Nami."

Nami flushed, before her smile grew wide and full of relief. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders to give him a firm squeeze. 

"You're welcome, Captain." she murmured against him "I still think the only stupid one here is Shanks. And if I see him I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind…or Zeus', at least." 

He squeezed her a little tighter, and she could feel his chest heaving as he tried to keep his breaths steady as he hugged her, getting choked up. "I'd like to see that."

"Maybe if he comes crawling back here somehow, you'll get to." Nami murmured. "Being someone's hero is a big responsibility, and the guy fumbled it big time." 

He took another long, long breath and nodded. He released her slowly, and pushed his fingers through his hair. "Yeah. I guess he sure did."

Nami reached over and rustled his hair with a grin. "...just means that you can show him up right? You're already an Emperor like he is. So kick him while he's down and take King of the Pirates with your own power! That'll show him not to doubt ya!" 

A slow, small, but genuine smile bloomed on his face. "Maybe I will. Guess we'll see how long he's down. And if he comes back."

He scooted as close to her as he could get, and rested his head on her shoulder.

Nami looped her arm around him, the food forgotten on its plate as she rested her head against the top of his. The day had been an emotional roller coaster. From the highs of Luffy's excitement at the Red Force showing up to now. Nami was certain she was going to be furious with Shanks for a long, long time.

That Devil Fruit fucked everything up for Luffy and tried to take control of his damn life, just like Arlong tried to take control of hers, directing them both towards becoming something they didn't want to be at the expense of their real dreams.

She wasn't going to let it happen. Not to herself, and especially not to Luffy. Shanks, Nika, and whoever else be damned.

"We'll be ready for him, Luffy." 

-

Zoro hadn't yet fallen asleep when, after all the lights were out, Luffy came and crawled into his cot and under his covers. He had in fact, stayed awake expecting just that, since Luffy often came and joined him when he needed someone to cuddle and didn't want to talk. Luffy wrapped his stretchy arms around him tightly, and pressed his face against his chest.

He hadn't expected Luffy to start crying. Soft, quiet, hot tears dribbled over Zoro's chest. He wrapped his arms around his captain, and rested his chin on his head.

This was, as far as Zoro was aware, the second time that Luffy had cried today. That was pretty bad because Luffy hated crying. He joked about it with regard to when others cried, but Zoro was pretty sure his famed disgust toward 'crybabies' was more about his feelings about himself than others. He suspected that it made Luffy feel small, and vulnerable, and those were two things that he knew his captain had never been safely allowed to be, even when he was a little kid.

Crying made Luffy feel like he was in danger, on top of whatever had upset him enough to cry in the first place. That was why he was crying on Zoro. Zoro would protect him. He wouldn't even call attention to the fact that he was crying.

The kind of stories that Luffy told casually… Zoro had thought that he'd had a hard childhood himself, until he'd met his captain and heard him talk. He ran his fingers softly through Luffy's hair as he let him cry.

Whenever Luffy talked about his childhood— which was rarely— it was with two bright spots. His big brother Ace, and the pirate who'd inspired him, Shanks. Aside from them, as far as Zoro had been able to piece together, Luffy's entire childhood had been a mixture of wilderness survival, near-enslavement by bandits, and beatings from his grandfather who wanted him to become a marine.

Now both of Luffy's little bright spots had been ripped away from him and replaced with darkness.

It was impossible to calculate how angry Zoro was at Shanks. He couldn't put a number on it. The amount of his anger was like grains of sand on a beach.

The idea of hunting him down and killing him was very tempting. But he wouldn't do it. Not unless that was what Luffy wanted. And he doubted it. But if it was, Zoro would do it in a heartbeat. Even if it would piss Mihawk off. Which he suspected from his time with the man that it would.

Luffy's tears slowed as Zoro held him, and after a while the captain dabbed at his chest with the sheet to dry him off. Zoro didn't bother to complain about it.

Luffy nuzzled him, and a moment later, Zoro felt a string of small, needy kisses up his chest, and toward his neck. He'd been expecting that too, and when Luffy got up further, he caught his mouth with his own. He tasted like salty tears.

Kissing him deeply and holding him tight to his chest, Zoro swore once more in his mind that he wouldn't stand back and let anyone hurt his captain, god, or man. 

[cursedcola]

How would Ruggie, Malleus, Jade, and Deuce react to their s/o sleeping with a plushie that they gifted them?

{Aww! This is so cute!! I love it omg. I sleep with my boba squish mallow and have no shame. I kind of wanna give each character a specific plushie to comment on....okay. I'm gonna. I have the power here lol}

Prompt: What if they caught s/o sleeping with a plushie? (Pre-Relationship)

Characters: Ruggie Bucci, Malleus Draconia, Jade Leech, and Deuce Spade Part (1/3): Next ; pt.3

A/N: I forgot the 'they gifted you,' part. I'm sorry! I hope it's okay

Ruggie Bucci

Plush Bunny

Sometimes Leona sends Ruggie on 'quests,' as you would often call them. Ruggie just calls them chores

Things like getting him lunch, cleaning his room, delivering papers, and recently he's been tasked with keeping an eye on you.

Word on the proverbial grapevine is that you haven't been doing so great. Falling asleep in random places, spending long hours in the library, working extra shifts at the monster lounge, and most importantly- you haven't visited Savanaclaw in over two weeks

Now Ruggie would get shanked if he ever said it out loud, but Leona has a soft spot for ya. Just like he does for Jack Howl and the other nosy freshmen

When Ruggie hears, "make sure those idiots aren't causing me extra work," it translates to "make sure those idiots aren't in any trouble. go help them,"

Think good-cop and bad-cop. Leona lays bad-cop, and marionettes Ruggie as good-cop

He's sent Ruggie to do a bit spying on you a few times, not that the errand boy complained. He has personal motives for these little 'quests'. Like sometimes finding you in the most interesting positions

"Aye Aye...geez, can't you do it on your own for once?" - "Care to repeat that" -"Nothing! Nothing..."

He never sees anything horrible. Just funny situations, like when you're in a sneezing fit or rambling about the 'oh-so-generous' Crowley to yourself when you think you're alone. Ruggie always gets a good laugh at your antics when you think no one is watching

But this- okay, this scenario is a new one for him.

"You really have no sense of decency...do you, prefect" he says, looking down at you napping under a tree in the courtyard

It wouldn't be so bad, if you weren't curled around a small stuffed rabbit. He just-

Pulls out his phone and takes a picture. No hesitation. Just quickly snaps it and then crouches over you

And stares. Anyone walking by would think him a creeper, with his ears twitching and face scrunched up in concentration

You...shit. He can't keep doing this for Leona if this is what he'll find. His shriveled little heart can't handle it

He definitely plans to rub the picture in your face later, but for now he'll lay down next to you and watch the clouds. To the onlooker it looks like your both chilling, but for Ruggie it feels more intimate. He's guarding you from anyone that might disturb your rest or trying to peak at the cute sight only he gets to see

Malleus Draconia

Plush dragon

So, this all began when Malleus asked about University life from your world. He wanted to know more about human culture and how dormitories in TW are different from what you know

Your world is definitely less exciting than Twisted Wonderland. You have to walk everywhere and don't have mirror travel? Dorms contain hundreds of students at once? No prefects? No set schedule? Who controls the chaos? That...sounds tiring

He wants to know more about the dorm culture. So you tell him about staying up late to study, coffee addiction, mutual understanding of finals stress among peers, how prefects are essentially called RAs, fraternities/sororities/etc, extra curricular clubs, bad cafeteria food, and most importantly- crashing in other dorms to escape your own.

He has never shared a dorm with another person, or a room. There were times he snuck into Lilia's room as a child after a nightmare, but he doesn't mention that to you

The 'dorm crashing,' you talk about- he wants to experience it. He wants to spend an entire evening with "friends" and enjoy a wild adventure

He nearly invites himself to spend the night in your dorm, but trails off since that would be indecent considering his...emotions

"Might I impose upon....ah. Pardon my boldness, I retract my previous suggestion,"

He wants to interject when you insist on his idea. It's improper but how can he say no when you are so excited?

And this is how Malleus ends up sharing your dorm for the night. You both set up sleeping arrangements on the floor of your room, which Grimm loves since the bed is now all his. After all, it is not a proper sleepover unless you both wake with backaches (from the floor, not what you're thinking of -_-)

You both go for a late-night walk, play a board game with the resident ghosts and Grimm, enjoy a warm beverage by the fireplace, and end the night discussing whatever thoughts come to mind.

It's the most fun Malleus has ever had. He's never experienced such a relaxed evening. Not once was there a moment of discomfort

Until you both settled in for the night, and you bring in that plush dragon. He's uncomfortable but not in a bad way

He says nothing at first and instead focuses on the crackling fire. He doesn't need as much sleep as a human, so he merely pretends until your steady breathing can be heard

He turns to look your way, watching how you snuggle into it's fur. The fire illuminating your peaceful face and blankets drawn up to your shoulders

You look so serene. No one has ever looked so calm in his presence or allowed themselves to be vulnerable. Then again- he's never dropped his guard this much around anyone other than his close dormmates. His family.

"Oh, if you only recognized these feelings I carry. Would you still allow me to witness this sight?"

He cannot help himself, and reaches over to tuck you in further and pat the dragon on it's head.

You're too precious. Welcoming a demon into your den and taunting him so...

Jade Leech

toast

Similar to how Leona has a soft spot for you, so does Azul

You are the only person allowed back in the VIP lounge without permission. No contracts, no deals, no nothing. The space was offered in case you ever felt overwhelmed and needed somewhere to cool off

More specifically, when you first saw Azul's octopot you had mentioned missing having a safe-place, and that there was nowhere truly quiet in NRC for you to go. Azul immediately offered the lounge and instructed the tweels to let you in whenever (so long as a transaction wasn't being made. Then you could go to one of their dorm rooms)

You surprisingly took him up on the offer, and on occasion Jade would escort you to the VIP lounge for some quiet time. You'd normally do your homework in the corner as Azul worked, or fell asleep on one of the couches

Today was one of the times when Azul needed the room for work, but seeing your defeated expression convinced Jade to loan out his room

Floyd offered his as well, but it was rarely in a state to host company. So you agreed to rest in Jade's until his shift was over and he could escort you back to Ramshackle

"Please don't touch anything other than the desk and available seating. I have many dangerous specimens in here and cannot guarantee your safety. Rest well~"

It is not necessary, but he greatly dislikes you walking alone at night after closing. He will not take no for an answer, and will dismiss any rebuttal with a smile. Before you know it, you're half-way to your dorm while he is guiding you with a hand on the small of your back

After his shift, night had long fallen. He mentally prepared to once again swindle his way into walking you home as he approached his room. Though after opening the door? His plans changed

Laid on his bed, you have clearly fallen asleep while reading a light novel. In one hand is the book and in the other...a plush piece of toast?

What?

He has seen you asleep many times in the VIP lounge, but never like this. Not in his room, completely relaxed, and entirely unaware of the danger you were in. His prior warning did not pertain only to mushrooms

"Aha...my dearest, it seems you are not as conscious of me as I thought. You are fortunate that I am merciful,"

He runs his index finger along your cheek and down your neck, stopping when his hand meets the plush toy clutched in your hands. He is showing you mercy, but at the cost of more self control than his twin could ever muster

"I adore you..." He doesn't need to walk you home, because he does not bother waking you up. He instead tends to his fungi, and spends the night sparing occasional glances your way until morning

Deuce Spade

Puppy Plushie

He may -or may not!- have been booted from his Dorm for a few days

He definitely did not shatter nearly half of Heartslabyul's fine china in a petty argument with one of his upperclassmen

...

.....

Okay, but they were trying to ditch their duties and push all the work onto him! He's just trying to live an honest life here and they had the gull to pull the 'I'm your superior now do as I say,' bullshit

He sent a cauldron their way...and well, you get the rest. He's honestly lucky that Riddle did not collar him and instead Trey sent him away for a few days. Just until tensions cool off

Which is why he's here now. At your doorstep, in the middle of the night, with his pajamas on and nothing but a backpack. He doesn't even have proper shoes on! Just slippers

Annnd he's begging you to help him out. He's stayed over many times anyways. What's the harm in a few nights? It's just that this time Ace wouldn't be around

....lock the doors. He may have followed and Deuce is not in the mood for a second argument of the day. He just wants to do his homework and get some rest

"Please! I promise you won't even know that I'm here. I'll be super quiet,"

Say yes already and tell him to stop bowing. It's pathetic

Normally when Ace and Deuce sleep over, you have the living room set up for them. Since this is last minute he'll have to bunk in your room. You don't have fresh linens and it's too late to warm the living area with a fire.

Que you both fighting over who takes the bed. You're fine with him taking it, but Grimm refuses to sleep with him. Deuce also isn't happy kicking you out of your bed.

Egads his mother would have him hung for taking his host's bed. Especially your bed - the thought sends him overboard

In the end, Grimm ends up making himself comfy on one of the recliners in the room. Which leaves Deuce to share the bed with you after finishing his homework (that you begrudgingly help with)

He's already near a heart attack when you both get into the bed. Then he watches you lean over to grab a large plush dog...and snuggle it

He has never invaded your room when sleeping over. This is the first time he's seen you so...adorable. Utterly. Adorable.

He promptly turns so your backs are facing each other, and buries his face in his pillow.. Before he realizes it, an hour has passed and the grandfather-clock down the hall is chiming. Slowly, he peers over his shoulder to see that you've turned to face his back.

" Forgive me...I don't think I can do this-"

You wake up to find him in a blanket cocoon on the floor. He was not going to get any sleep staying in that bed

[slurp-imagines]

Hi! Can I pelqwe request head canons for Shanks, Ace, Sabo and Benn for their Female S/O flinching during an arguement? Tysm in advance❤️❤️❤️ :) (also if u don’t write for Benn, just leave him out haha)

I actually only take 3 characters at a time for hc requests - and I remember veeery little about Benn, so yeah I’ll leave him out lol. thank you for sending anon!

Fem!S/O flinching during an argument: Shanks, Ace, & Sabo

Shanks

↳ Shanks hardly ever becomes genuinely angry, especially toward his loved ones. I don't see him as the type who becomes very animated or loud at those times, but there's just an intensity to him that's quite off-putting. Like there's something so obviously boiling under the surface and you don't know whether it's about to explode. So when the flinch happens, everything was so silent that it was unsettling. He had just stood up from his chair, and then his s/o was suddenly skittering back, instinct hurrying her away from his heavy glare.

↳ It probably takes a few moments for Shanks to connect the dots & realize what just happened. Usually he's always got something to say, but in this situation he really doesn't know what to say. So he'd just take his seat again, hoping the height reduction would helps ease the intimidation factor.

↳ I could actually see him sort of nervous-laughing? Just like a breathy, disbelieving huff of laughter, while he rubs a hand over his face. Once he has his mind a little more together he'd probably say something like, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I– Here, I'm gonna calm down. Let's just calm down, yeah?" And he'd definitely take a few deep, deliberate breaths to make sure he does calm down, because Shanks hates the look of fear that crossed her face a moment ago. He never imagined he could ever be the cause of it.

↳ He'd open his arm to her after a little bit, hoping she'd come and sit with him. He's so relieved when she accepts him, letting him hold her in his lap and stroke his hand up and down her back and apologize. He makes a hundred promises to make it up to her; he'd probably yield on their earlier argument, too. He feels like it's not worth arguing about it anymore if this was the outcome, anyway.

Portgas D. Ace

↳ He is SO distraught. He can't even describe it. Once it really sinks in, it's even worse. His throat goes tight, and he can feel heat pricking behind his eyes, but he really doesn't want to cry. Not in front of her. Because it's really not about him at the moment, it's about how he let his emotions get so out of hand that he made the person he loves afraid of him.

↳ So he doesn't accept it when she comes closer and tries to wipe at his eyes. Ace just takes her hand and apologizes. Profusely. The argument really doesn't matter to him anymore– if it's that important, they can return to it another time. He tells her he didn't mean to scare her, that he'd never even dream of hurting her like that; and if she allows it, he'll draw her in for a hug and hold her and kiss her head until he knows that she believes him.

↳ Ace kind of doesn't know how to act around her for a while after this. All of a sudden he doesn't fully trust himself. And he knows he shouldn't be treating her like a glass doll, but he really can't help it for like a day or two; he probably spends the next few days just absolutely spoiling her as well. He treats her to good food, they do whatever she wants to do, he's always running errands for her. He lost ALL his good-boyfriend points and he needs to make them up to her somehow

↳ Even if this never happens again, even if his s/o promises him she's not afraid, he'll remember it every time they get in an argument. He really tries not to get so heated. He could get pretty mean with his words, but in the future he tries to make absolute sure that none of it leaks into his body language and actions the way it must've back then.

↳ But if it was on a bad day, I could see Ace just... spiraling. He'd feel so mad at himself, but it'd quickly melt into bitter shame. It's one thing for him to annoy or anger her, but to make his partner fear him? He feels like a monster. The memory of her flinching definitely comes back up on those nights when he's already feeling down on himself. He really tries to keep it from her, though, because he doesn't think she should be responsible for how he feels.

Sabo

↳ The second he sees her flinch, he freezes. It's like a mental reset. All his earlier anger drains out of his body, and there's this heavy silence when he realizes what he just caused. And he feels absolutely awful. He's stood there, looking incredibly hurt, before just stuttering out, "Sorry. I'm sorry." He'd probably leave the room, too, even if she tries to ask him to stay– he doesn't want to make things worse for her.

↳ While they're both taking time to cool down, Sabo can't help but wonder if it was something from her past that made her respond that way, or if he was really that frightening in her eyes. He over-analyzes all their past interactions, wondering where this came from. Does she really believe he would lay a hand on her? How many times has he scared her before, and he just never noticed? Has she been afraid of him this whole time they've been together?

↳ I could actually see him going to Koala and asking her all these conspicuously vague but pointed questions... "Am I a scary person? Do you think I'm too violent? Do I intimidate people?" and she's just like Sabo wth are you talking about. (She probably has to talk him down a bit. The boy's having an inner crisis and it shows)

↳ But once he and his s/o finally talk again (probably sometime later that day - Sabo wouldn't let this go unaddressed for too long), he's apologizing immediately. For whatever the argument was about, for getting not controlling his anger, for letting things get out of hand. He really wishes he could go back & change how he acted, but he knows it's not possible. He's another one that never forgets this incident– and he does everything he can not to repeat it.

[indigopurple]

Basically a review of OP episode 503 ig

Currently rewatching post-war arc (in the dub so I don't have any screenshots for u guys sry) and theres a few things id like to point out.

During a conversation Dadan once had with Garp, they were talking about Roger. Garp said that even if they were facing powerful enemies, he would never run away because he wouldnt dare leaving his comrads behind; it wasnt an option for him. Obviously we see this in Ace. But ALSO, isnt this what he did with Katakuri? It was a little different cuz of the setting mostly, but he separated himself from his crew to fight off katakuri, and lied to them about being okay so they didn't worry (he was already getting his ass kicked by then, so he just made that stupid smile and told them not to worry (or smth like that, I can remember the exact line) (that smile was so gross and fake cuz he fucking sucks at lying). Also he said roger destroyed a buncha soldiers cuz they mouthed off his men. That's what Ace tried to do but instead he died. :(

"The pain he went through just made him hold on tighter to the ones he loved" -Garp, about Roger. "Despite his flaws and his bad reputation, his crew still trusted him completely." -also Garp, about Roger. These both sound a lot like Luffy AND Ace.

When Dogra got home and told everyone about Sabo's ship being shit down and him dying (which we all know didnt happen, thank fuck), (by the way the absolutely lost looks on Ace's and Luffy's faces with the sudden silence hurt like a bitch), Luffy started crying and said "WE SHOULDNT'A LET HIM GO, IT'S ALL OUR FAULT". Which fucking says something about him (thinking of episodes 913-915 when he goes fucking berserk, but before that he learns that Kaido probably killed Tama and he says "I should've escorted them..!" (*ugly cries*)). Ace also reacted pretty similarly-- "Sabo...why didn't we go back into town and bring him back here?! We're so stupid!" And he gets mad and asks where he could find the bastard that killed him (obviously not getting a good answer since it was a fucking celestial dragon ugh). That is what Luffy does, in present time. He results to anger first, not sadness. Not sure when he learned to do that but I'm 99 percent sure it was from Ace. Also the blaming himself thing? High chance thats ALSO from Ace. Who else would teach him that self hating behaviour?!

Dadan pins Ace down to stop him from going after the Celestial Dragon to calm him down, telling him he cant do anything, he's not big or strong enough to do anything and he'll be killed as soon as he tries anything, especially since it was the whole country -the whole WORLD- that killed Sabo. He can't do anything. And then they tied him to a tree outside to let him cool off. Oh yeah then he also told luffy to stop crying like a little girl or else he'll- (and he didn't finish the sentence). ...Ok maybe thats why luffy started being more angry than sad.

This is where things get a little more :( . Ace reads the letter Sabo sent them before he died. As he reads, he walks to the end of the forest, to a cliff overlooking the ocean. And starts fucking bawling (btw the voice actor who had Ace's childhood part did not do a very good job, no where near as in character and real as Coleen Clickenberg did with all of Luffy's crying scenes. She was spot on.) ...do you see where im going with that? He isolated himself before letting himself feel sad. It was all rage and then calm beforehand. Y-you see where im going with that. Dont make me say it.

"How's Luffy doing, is he any better?" "Well...he hasnt been eating much, but he still eats twice as much as we do". Oh look, That's what happened after Ace died too. There's a behavioral pattern that hasnt gone away. Not sure why it wouldve tho.

Luffy is mopeing, lying on the ground in a similar setting ace was at when he cried. Hes thinking about some of the things Sabo said, like how theyre gonna sail the seas together, and he clenches his hands into tight, shaking fists. After Ace shows up and hits him, and talking abt some other stuff I don't feel like relaying, Luffy tightens his grip on the straw hat and tells ace, whimpering, he wants to get stronger (and stronger, and stronger, and stronger and stronger and....) And he wants to be the strongest in the world. "And then, I'll protect everyone. I won't lose anyone I care about". He gets stronger mainly to protect the people he loves. And then he asks ace to promise he won't die. To which he hits Luffy again and tells him he should be more worried about himself dying first. And then the famous line that hurts like a bitch- "I'm NEVER going to DIE!" And then this hopeful music comes on (fucking damnit funimation, u gotta do this? Really??) Also he says he wont die as long as he has a wussy little brother to protect. ...FUCK. Ok, the fist clenching is a thing he does all the fucking time, usually when he gets mad. This was different because he wasnt mad, he was sad. He clenched his fist because thinking about it hurt. Which, huh, sounds a lot like his whole episode after waking up from his 2 week coma on the polar tang. To try and stop the mental pain of those horrendous memories, he resulted to physically pain. He hurt himself. So, He clenches his fists in times like these to fight off the mental pain and the urge to cause himself physical pain. Guys, our boy is bad at emotions, help him. ....ok this paragraph is longer than I anticipated so ill dumb down the rest of it ig. Next part, him asking ace to promise he wont die. The music, the body language, the over change in mood- this comforts him. He stopped hiding his face and silently sobbing after ace said this. OH YEAH! didn't he tell jinbe not to die when they parted ways in Totto Land? And then, hes missing still in Wano and we see Luffy is worried....but convinced Jinbe will show up. Again, this comforts him. Hes nervous cuz someone KOFF KOFF ACE broke that promise once. But jinbe is his crew mate so he trusts him, thank god.

"-But whoever did it, they must be opposed to freedom." The whole freedom thing? That runs through Luffy's blood and spirit.His brothers fought for it, his dad is the man who strives to give everyone freedom basically, and Luffy himself has seen enough of the OPPOSITE of freedom to be so, so much more than just against it. Hence why he of course was so eager to free the slaves in Sabaody, the kids in punk hazard, the toys in dressrosa, the country of Wano from Kaido's tyrany. The apple doesnt fall far from the tree huh.

I dont think Luffy would remember his promise with Shanks if it werent for his brothers putting feul to his dream. It was a stupid bet at first; he just wanted to beat Shanks, right then. But after meeting Sabo and Ace, he found the opposite of freedom and human rights. And then he wanted, REALLY wanted, to become the free-est man in the world; the pirate king.

Last one i promise ok? This one is less connected to whats going on in the episode at this point, but something I noticed (its so obvious everyone has seen this ok) was when luffy cries, his posture is always open. He doesn't curl in on himself like many people would do (I know I would, lol). He doesnt hug himself, protect himself. He's just, opened up to whoever is watching, literally. This has a little more to do with something I haven't talked about much in this post yet; his self-destruction issues. I said he tried to hurt himself when he felt mental pain, which is definitely similar. But he cries and doesnt try to protect or comfort himself, like he doesn't have that programmed into his mind. Reminder that he only wants to live because of his dream, and if he doesnt have his dream, he wants to die. (Whoa.). Ok, so no self preservation mechanism at all rlly. Hes basically ride or die. So, when things hurt so much that he cries, he has no hope left. He just kinda...dies inside. So this was mildly different after sabo died. Yes we saw him just standing there, sobbing. But the next day he's still crying, and instead he's laying on the ground. I saw that and the voice in the back of my head told me he wanted to be a part of that lifeless dirt beneath him. Then, Ace walked over. And his words made him feel the hope that I told you about earlier, and he sat up into a sitting position. And HUGGED HIS LEGS TO HIS CHEST. There's some self preservation! Some hope! Some will to exist, to live! Something we saw none of as he sat in front of his brothers corpse, shutting down. He sat there, open to his enemies, incapable of protecting himself. Practically anyone couldve killed him right then and there. I think he mightve liked that, at that moment. Like thank god he has that stupidly good luck cuz if he didn't I swear someone couldve thrown and axe or FUCKING ANYTHING AT THAT MOMENT and hed be dead becuase he never physically or mentally prepared himself. On purpose.

Our poor boy needs some fucking attention and therapists. (Insert my rant post about how jinbe is on the crew primarily for anger management and therapy, not just being a helmsman.) Ugh, smh ugly cries

Aaaaand thats about the end of the episode. Theres so many little tics and peesonality traits that you notive thru this episode, and I only noticed them cuz im rewatching this part of the show for like the third time. I don't react as much as the first time of course but some things are definitely sadder after knowing what's going on and what will happen later on.

Moral of the story (post)? I think luffy is almost equally as alike -if not, more similar to roger as ace is. Also, high key genuinely think Luffy met like NO ONE but Garp before he met Shanks and his crew. What the fuck was his first like 5 years of being alive like? (He wantd to be a pirate cuz Garp didnt want that. Rebellious baby asshole. And then shanks made things worse, in a good way for luffy. And then ace and sabo made that worse thing worse for a good reason. Luffy lives...for those influences. And that is fucking it. Why.

Oh thanks tumblr for moving my picture to the bottom of the post u fucking idiot

[an-au-blog]

oh fuck i need this carnally i need this injected into my veins...

op, pls give me permission to use this in a fic I'm begging

buggy who turns to shanks one night after they've reunited and says softly, with indecipherable look in his eyes and says, "i'm not in love with you anymore." and shanks, shocked beyond belief, heart aching with a want he didn't even know he had, with a need he hadn't even realized was there, thinks quietly to himself, i didn't know you ever were