#first it was skeletons now it is monkeys

[goldetrash]

HURT NO COMFORT IS MY COMFORT

Also, in light of the Season 4 Finale: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 kunoichi

synopsis: the story of how you met the strawhat crew (and your swordsman)

cw: lots of fluff, comfort, angst if you squint, slightest hint of simp zoro, you're a bad-ass, luffy saves you.

a/n: reposted from another account

'I can't believe I let this happen... I'm such an idiot...'

You knew the creak of a disembarking ship all too well, which only told you that the Strawhats were back way before the estimated time.

'S'what I get for trusting Kovu with gathering intel...'

With a sigh, you placed the rolled up poneglyph prints in their respective tubes and tied them to your back, silently ducking into the shadows when you heard footsteps outside the door.

You were currently aboard the Thousand Sunny, the flagship of the Strawhats, trying to steal their poneglyph prints for your boss.

It was a simple job, too. They were docked at some random island for supplies, and the reindeer who was left behind to watch the ship had fallen asleep.

No one would suspect a thing.

You should've been back on land by now, handing over the prints and finally breaking free from his abusive reign.

This job was your ticket to freedom.

Yet Kovu just had to fuck shit up.

'I can't stay holed up in this room forever. They'll get too far from land.'

With a huff, you slowly opened the door, happy to sense that no one was around.

'I need to find a way to get to the back of the ship. I can jump from there, and probably swim back.'

Quietly, you ran toward the stairs, happy you went barefoot for this mission instead of using your getas.

There was no possible way to get back there without being seen, so the least you could do was be fast about it.

You were up the stairs in the blink of an eye, and now sprinting straight for the gigantic, cannon-looking thing attached to the back of the boat.

'Almost home free...'

For the first time in years, you smiled, freedom just in reach.

Until it wasn't.

"YOHOHOHO! Um, guys! There's a lovely lady trying to sneak off the ship!" a skeleton man shrieked, landing in front of you and blocking your easy exit, drawing a sword from his cane. "AHHHH! SHE HAS THE PONEGYLPHS!"

Soul King Brook

'Dammit! Time to try the front!'

You back flipped, twisting yourself in the air so you landed the oposite way, allowing you to book it in the other direction.

"You can't be serious!" a redheaded woman exclaimed, running up the steps and to the back deck with a small orange and white staff in hand.

Cat Burgler Nami.

She ran at you, the staff extending into something much larger.

She swung, aiming for your head, but you dropped into a split just in time, using your extended leg to sweep her feet and knock her on her ass.

You grabbed her staff as he was distracted, squeezing it by accident. Out of nowhere, it extended impossibly long, shooting you into the air.

'Luck may be on my side today.'

You smirked as you flew up the side of the mast, getting about halfway up before planting your feet on it, running up the rest.

You managed to get to the yard, perching yourself so you could look for another form of escape, when you sensed something.

Nico Robin.

You jumped off the yard, grabbing onto it like a monkey bar just as four pale arms sprouted from the wood, attempting to grab you.

"Whoa! That's so cool!" a giddy voice exclaimed from below.

Your gaze quickly shifted to the deck below, only to see that trademark hat, and the notorious man that it rested on.

'Strawhat!'

You could sense another attack coming your way so you swung yourself as if you were on uneven bars and let go, flying into the air.

"Is she nuts?! She's gonna kill herself from that height!" a large man with weirdly shaped blue hair exclaimed from below.

Cyborg Franky.

The swing was too short.

You wouldn't go overboard.

'Curse these heavy cuffs!'

One silver cuff was attached to each of your ankles, their being there out of your control.

Noticing you were getting dangerously close to the ground, you imbued your legs with some haki and landed safely, creating a small crater on the grassy deck.

As the dust settled, you realized you were surrounded by Strawhat, the Pirate Hunter, and Blackfoot.

'Shit.'

"GAHHHH! SHE'S SO GORGEOUS! LOOK AT HER SHORT KIMONO!" Sanji squealed as his eyes turned into hearts, blood shooting from his nose.

Despite the blonde man's... awkward display, you sensed another pair of eyes on you, so much so that it practically burned.

The Pirate Hunter?

The second you turned to him, your heart caught in your throat.

You had seen his face on his wanted poster a few times before, and you'd be stupid to deny that he wasn't a handsome man, but looking at him in the flesh...

The pictures didn't even begin to do him justice.

And before you realized, the two of you locked eyes, and in an instant, it felt as if your legs turned to jelly.

A warm, fluttery feeling spread throughout your stomach, and it felt as if everything else in the world had stopped.

'What is feeling? Have I been poisoned?'

Just going off his glare, you could already tell that most cowered under his gaze.

So why were you reacting this way?

Shaking your head, you snapped yourself out of it, focusing on the task at hand.

'No time to gawk... back to work.'

"You... what are you doing on my ship? And why are you stealing Robin's ponegylphs?" Strawhat asked seriously, his face quite the contrast from his giddy expression before.

You sighed.

There was no way you could lie out of this mess.

"I am a kunoichi of the Iguro clan. And I have been ordered to steal your ponegylph prints," you stated, tone firm.

"Any idea why?" Nami asked, her and the rest of the crew walking over.

"None. I am left completely in the dark," you shook your head.

Your expression quickly turned determined.

"But I do know that this final job is my one way ticket out of hell, so peacefully or not, I'm leaving."

You lowered yourself into an offensive stance, glaring at Strawhat as his lips grew a smirk.

He cracked his knuckles, "Alright, then."

"Luffy, you better not hurt her!" Sanji fumed from the sidelines.

Using your haki, you peered into the near future to see him punch you with an extended arm.

'Can't have that.'

"Gum Gum Pistol!"

You tilted to the side, avoiding his hit with ease.

The entire group gasped, save for Zoro.

Strawhat's grin grew even larger, if that was possible, and he wound up both arms.

'A barrage of fists.'

"Gum Gum Gatling!"

The attack came quickly, but you dodged just like the first, flipping, lunging, and performing splits to dodge.

Imbuing your arms with haki, you grabbed one of his arms, harshly pulling him toward you.

And like a bungee cord, he came, and you slammed a flattened hand into the pressure point on his neck, knocking him out.

"Luffy!" the crew exclaimed.

Without hesitation, Zoro drew two of his swords and broke into a sprint, so you dropped his captain and drew your own katana, meeting his two with a sharp clash.

He smirked, which made that fluttery feeling return to your stomach.

"I see you use Ittoryu," he remarked with a slight rumble.

You smirked right back.

"I'm knowledgeable in the style, yes."

The both of you pushed off, returning to your stances before running at each other again.

Swords flew through the air as the both of you met the other's attack perfectly.

You lunged into an attack, but he blocked it yet again, so you hooked your outstretched foot on his ankle, deepening your lunge to pull him down.

He grunted, doing everything he could to keep his stance planted and balanced; so, you imbued your foot with haki, and he did the same for his.

He seemed almost surprised by the fact that you were still pushing your sword against his—despite your compromising position—openly demonstrating your strength, and proving it was comparable to his.

No even Tashigi could do that.

And not only was he impressed by the woman in front of him, but in silent awe.

Sure, your beauty was what caught his attention first—he was a man, after all.

Smooth, chestnut skin...

Plump lips...

Beautiful hip dips and curves...

Sparkling, (e/c) eyes, which looked as if they held stars in your gaze...

But now that he saw your fighting prowess, and raw strength along with it...

Well, you could say you had him hook, line, and sinker.

Still, you kept strong, holding your sword firm in its place as the Pirate Hunter continued to push down.

That is... until the pain equivalent to a thousand lightning bolts stemmed from your ankles.

'No! Not now!'

As you let out a cry of pain, Zoro quickly pulled away his swords, moving before the electricity could be conducted to him.

You dropped your katana, falling over as you held yourself in agony, muffling your shouts of pain on your forearm.

"What's wrong? What did you do to her, moss for brains?!" Sanji asked, yelling at the green-hared swordsman.

"I didn't do anything to her!" Zoro fired back, glaring at the cook.

He didn't know why, but seeing you in so much pain made him hurt.

It was a sharp, pulling feeling, as if his heart was on a string connected to you.

"The shocks seem to be coming from her ankles," Robin pointed out, everyone's attention turning to the cuffs that adorned your feet.

"How do we git it off her? 'Cause that looks super painful," Franky asked, grimacing at the sight of you writhing in pain.

It was then that Strawhat got back up from the ground, looking at you with a blank face.

"Oi, (y/n)? Can you hear me?" your bossed asked, his voice coming from the cuffs.

"Shit," you cursed, weakly trying to get up.

"I'll take that as a yes," you could practically hear his smirk from the other side. "Lemme cut to the chase... you failed your mission, plain and simple. So, you know the consequences."

"No!" you let out a choking gasp, trying to speak through the pain. "I've... I've worked with you for ten years! My debt is paid! We had an agreement!"

"You stupid girl!" he cackled. "I was never going to honor our agreement! You're too good of an asset to pass up! You will work under me for the rest of your pathetic, little life!"

The ship went dead silent, the Strawhat crew looking at you sorrily as tears poured down your cheeks.

Ten years of your life... gone.

All because you believed in the word of a pirate.

He was right... you really were stupid.

Painfully, you turned to Strawhat, who looked over the situation intently.

That's when you got an idea, and settled on it instantly.

Down on your hands and knees, you bowed your head to the captain, the rest of the crew letting out quiet gasps.

"Strawhat, I... hnnggh... I apologize for knocking you out earlier and... un-understand that I am in no place to ask you for such a favor but..."

You lowered your head to the ground, accepting that you would have to die in a state of embarrassment and weakness.

"Please kill me."

If you thought the crew was shocked before, they were flabbergasted now.

Even Zoro.

"I've wasted the last ten years of my life with that monster. And now that there's no end in sight, I do not wish to live."

Strawhat kept the same neutral face as he slowly approached.

You took a deep breath, smiling as you realized your suffering would soon be over, and the bliss of nothingness would welcome you.

But it never came.

Strawhat instead walked past you, silently, and you understood.

'I should've known...'

Such a favor couldn't be done for someone who just stole from him.

Suddenly, you felt the weight release form your ankles, and the shocks stop.

Your eyes shot wide as you lifted your head, snapping around to see that Strawhat had broken the cuffs off for you.

"Hey, guy!" he shouted, leaning down to the broken pieces. "I don't know if you can hear me anymore, but know that (y/n) is under my protection! And she won't be paying back your stupid debt anymore!"

You breath was trapped in your chest, unable to comprehend the words coming out of his mouth.

In one motion, a man you had just met—a man that you tried to steal from—had set you free.

After ten years of hellish torture, you were finally free.

But you still tried to compose yourself, sniffling as he turned back around to face you.

"Why didn't you kill me?" you quietly asked, looking away from the man.

His smile grew into a full on grin, "All you needed was a little help. There was no reason to kill you."

Your eyes went wide.

There was no way.

This had to be a trick.

"Next time just ask."

Your ears perked at that part.

"Next time?" you asked.

"Oh, yeah! I meant to ask," he cheesed. "Do ya wanna join my crew? It'd be so cool if we had a kunoichi!"

You were shocked to say the least, looking over the rest of the crew's faces to see that they were smiling as well.

Never before had you been met with such kindness.

They weren't even getting anything in return.

You sniffled, clearing your throat.

"I would like that," you smiled, looking down at the ground.

As he cheered, and ordered Black Leg to cook a banquet in celebration, you wiped a stray tear from your cheek, looking up at the clear, blue sky.

Strawhat Luffy would never know the bounds of your thanks.

You could never repay him.

[imminent-danger-came]

A "MK is Related to the Underworld Somehow. Probably." List With Commentary (And I Consider it Evidence for EAMK)

(1x08 Skeleton Key)

(LIKE CAN I PLEASE HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS SCENE. CAN I PLEASE HAVE AN EXPLANATION??? WHAT. WHY. WHY WOULD YOU EVEN GIVE HIM THE KEY IN THE FIRST PLACE.)

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(1x08 Skeleton Key)

(Idiot boy putting the skeleton key in his ear.)

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(2x03 Pig Pong Panic)

(MK + Bones. Never a good sign)

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(2x05 Minor Scale)

(Is this perhaps just LBD trying to take control of MK? Maybe. Is it also really weird how her powers interact with MK in general? For sure!)

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(2x06 Game on)

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(2x07 Shadow Play)

(Number one: The Lady Bone Demon wasn't here to provoke this, number two: MK using "blue vision" to see his friend's fate inside the lantern is equally strange!)

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(2x09 72 Transformations)

(Again, could very well be LBD trying to take control of MK here—however, it doesn't seem like she's trying to do much of anything to MK in this scene, as she's focused on spider queen. So it weirds me out and goes into this post!)

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(3x03 Smartie Kid)

(So, if the stuff in s2 was LBD affecting MK then I get it. BUT THEN WHY HAVE MORE BLUE EYES IN S3 AFTER LBD HAS ALREADY "TAKEN" MK'S POWERS AND THE STAFF. Genuinely want to know what this was meant to imply.)

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(3x12 The Corrupted King)

(LBD HAS ALREADY POSSESSED WUKONG HERE. Wukong and the Mech alone was spreading her too thin. She certainly wasn't attempting to posses MK here—so what was happening?)

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(4x01 Familiar Tales)

(The scroll ink touches MK not once, but twice this episode and it doesn't ensnare MK. The scroll touches Monkey King once and this is what happens to him: )

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(4x02 Familiar Tales)

(The scroll's ink emanates from MK, which I thought was crazy at first BUT IT THEN HAPPENS AGAIN IN 4x11)

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(4x03 The Great Tang Man)

(Soooo we see a vision of an all inked up MK, then we see the stone cracking, then we see a shot of the curse from 4x02, and THEN MK turns Tang Sanzang's golden power blue, a color associated with both LBD and the underworld in general. HM.)

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(4x06 Show Me the Monster)

(There's no hair flip so it's not MK, so it would make me think that this is an ink version of SWK next to the stone. It's weird so I'm including it!)

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(4x06 Show Me the Monster)

(So. Ink blotting out the sun, something MK/SWK are often associated with, and then pouring out of the cracked stone, which we just learned MK was born from. And then the curse takes MK's form. I'm tripping over my own conspiracy board here.)

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MK: "You're not my friend—you're NOT me!" Curse MK: "Sure I am! I'm your best friend, well, closest at least! I know more about you than you'll even admit—to yourself, or to others."

(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)

(The curse claiming it's a part of MK is weird! The curse looking like MK in it's most weakened state is also weird! It's all weird!)

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(4x08 The Brotherhood)

(Absolutely no reason for a weird teal smudge to be there, and yet)

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(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

(BOOM. SCROLL EMANATING FROM MK AGAIN.)

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(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

(The broken memories flickering in the scroll are very similar to the way MK flickers in and out of monkey form: )

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(4x13 Rip and Tear)

(Scroll ink touches MK again and he does not become imprisoned inside it again. The scroll at the very least has no affect on the boy)

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And I think for now that wraps up this post!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Alsowe beentalkingin the notes, but this deserves its own ask. Imagine, just a moment, Xiwangmu and Jade Emperor's reaction to Wukong's miscarriage. Both when the event happens... and later on, when a very pregnant Sun Wukong stands before them pleading for sanctuary when the Lady Bone Demon threatens him and his second unborn cub, and during the proceeds, they discover who Wukong's mother was.

On one hand, the Jade Emperor's actions had directly led to Wukong being on that Journey, had he and the Buddha not sealed him under the mountain or had he been more patient or merciful towards Wukong, more understanding, the monkey might never have lost his first born. The sheer guilt he must have felt when he learned of the miscarriage.

On the other, Wukong is now standing before him, humble in a way he had never seen the monkey in his entire life, pregnant with a rainbow baby, and pleading for help to keep them safe. And then, shortly after pledging his assistance, he discovers that Wukong had, in fact, been his spirit grandchild this entire time! This means that child he still felt guilty and remorse for all these years later... enough to promise one of his greatest enemies of all time his protection... had been his firstborn great-grandson.

And that's just the emperor. That's nothing on how Xiwangmu feels. She'd already inadvertently cursed her female heirs to have difficult pregnancies, and now she discovers that false to the sole male heir that are capable of procreation without a partner amd he had already lost a cub once.

Prev. Lots of talking in the Notes.

Recap: Once Macaque realises that LBD will stop at nothing to be free and enact her plans for world destruction, he decides that he must find a way to prove that he's sorry to the person he's hurt the most. So he asks Guanyin to give him the Circlet to ensure that he can never hurt Wukong, his child, or his friends, ever again.

This act convinces Wukong (and somewhat the others) that Macaque is being honest in his remorsefulness. But he isn't quite back to speaking terms just yet.

Of course LBD still gets loose, manipulating a fiery little bull calf who just wanted his family to be happy and whole again in to using her Skeleton Key.

And with Bull still imprisoned and Wukong too weakened in his condition to free him, there's no chance of reforging the Samadhi Fire.

So Sun Wukong, along with his reincarnated Pilgrim brothers and his new allies (and his former-mate, arrested by Nezha), comes before Heaven and Hell seeking help in saving the world.

The courts ask him for why he cannot defeat the White Bone Spirit as he'd done before, only for the Great Sage to reluctantly explain that he is with child and cannot fight her in his condition.

The silence inside the courtroom is deafening.

For you see, Xiwangmu was privy to the loss of Wukong's First Egg the moment he cried out to the Heavens at also losing his mate. She had not known he was able to carry young, but was heartbroken on his behalf nonetheless. The Jade Emperor too felt remorseful, the monkey he had punished so severely sobbing into his wife and daughters' arms at the loss of both his child and mate. The Jade Emperor find himself crying too, him and his wife know the pain of a parent losing their child all too well.

So now there's Sun Wukong the once self-declared Great Sage Equal to Heaven, before them once more after nearly five centuries of hiding. His belly round (a "Rainbow Baby" the Ao-Long family calls it) and his eyes watery as he pleads for their help.

Macaque still receives a gruelling Trial. Xiwangmu in particular is not forgiving of the actions that lead to the loss of Wukong's first child. Luckily the Ten Kings and Kṣitigarbha are there to explain the shadow monkey's sheer guilt and grief at learning of the First Egg's existence, and how his despair was so great that something older than Diyu itself had consumed him. And how his soul soared to revive after it was announced that the child was soon to be reborn. The actions of a remorseful mate and future father (both eggs still containing his dao) wishing for penance from his immortal mate in order to reunite with them in the world of the living.

The fact that Macaque was willing to bargain his soul to a primordial Bone Demon is forgiven given his reasoning to return.

The world below continues to freeze and crumble as Sun Wukong and his allies plea for Heaven's assistance.

The Jade Emperor gives the command for the armies of Heaven to begin chipping away at the Bone Demon's corruption. Xiwangmu barely has time to come forward and bless Wukong's child when the heroes leave to join the fight.

A lot of chaos happens on the ground. The Bone Demon becomes frustrated that her threats of death and attempts of control do not work on Macaque, the Circlet on his head incapacitating him with a single syllable from Nezha, Tieshan, or Tang's lips. He smiles at the demon through clenched teeth as she tries to drag his limbs forward, accepting the pain of the Circlet if it means he can no longer hurt his allies.

The Thrall is quickly dealt with. Sandy still has yet to take his vow of pacifism when he gets his hands on the smiling puppet that's been harassing his friends the last couple of months.

So LBD decides to do the next best thing. If she needs the Harbinger's soul to complete her weapon, what's better than possessing it's power-drained parent?

Wukong and Macaque are forced to fight once more, this time in order for Macaque to save Wukong and the Egg from LBD's possession. LBD's hold is broken when Macaque grabs Wukong's hands, interlocking them with his own, and places them against the King's round stomach. Kicks so strong and healthy that both cannot help to feel and hear it. Wukong sobs with joy, his baby and his mate are truly alive once more!

LBD screams and rushes towards Wukong - deciding that if she cannot destroy this world, she will destroy the simian or his whelp once and for all.

A sky-shattering roar erupts as a massive war-form of a Spiritual Monkey endures the demoness's strike.

But it's not Wukong.

Macaque proves in this moment that he is truly Sun Wukong's equal. In front of Heaven, Hell, Earth, their troop, and more importantly; Wukong himself.

Not much is left of LBD for the Ten Kings to collect. They grant Macaque an aquittal for neutralizing a threat to all the Realms, allowing him to remain on Earth with his mate and future child.

As the adrenalin drops, Macaque reverts to his normal form, now painted with sickly blue vines and patches of fur bleached white from the attack of death magic. Through his pain, he asks Wukong if he and the Egg are ok. Wukong wraps his arms around his mate for the first time in millennia, sobbing with thanks and relief.

The Egg continues kicking violently as it's parents reconcile, annoyed by all the disturbance. Eventually it decides that it should make it's presence known in a *louder* way.

(*Wukong still hugs Macaque tight*) Macaque, ears flickering: "What's that water balloon sound?" Wukong: "Huh? What water-" Wukong: (*look of realisation and terror as his water breaks*) Guanyin, teleporting onto the scene: "IT'S GO TIME PEOPLE."

And of course you can imagine the joy and tiredness that follows in the birth of "Little Heaven". And the uncertainty when both of their parents are put on tight medical observation, Wukong from nearly dying in childbirth, and Macaque from his injuries. All of Heaven adn Hell seems to come forward to aid the small family's survival.

Pigsy ends up being the only one able to calm and feed the crying newborn in absence of their parents. Tieshan nearly moves back into the palace as she helps tend to her brother-in-law and his family, not caring if all of the Celestial Realm sees her or her half-demon child. Guanyin sits like a vigil over the two monkeys, rarely even moving out of fear of missing their awakening.

Xiwangmu becomes suspicious of her reincarnated daughter's attitude during this time and decides to investigate some things in the Underworld. And of course you can imagine how her and the Jade Emperor feels when they discover that Wukong's own mother was the first reincarnation of the same lost eldest daughter. And that the very child Wukong had lost all those years ago was their first great-grandchild. And how much they feel guilt at the fact Xiwangmu's curse had spread to her grandson - taking his both his mother and his first child, while even nearly taking his life in the birth of his second.

Xiaotian - the "Little Heaven" - is almost literally a rainbow in the lives of everyone who encounters him from then on.

[blueiscoool]

Archaeologists Find Roman Centurions' Letters in Ancient Animal Cemetery in Egypt

Discovered among the graves of hundreds of cats, dogs and monkeys, the correspondence was likely written by centurions in the first century.

An ancient pet cemetery in Egypt is becoming a gold mine for rare Roman history. Alongside its carefully constructed graves of more than 200 beloved cats, dogs and monkeys, archaeologists have now found letters handwritten 1,900 years ago by Roman centurions stationed nearby.

Though Rome controlled Egypt for centuries—from the year 30 to the mid-600s—few Roman sites still exist in the region, lead researcher Marta Osypińska, an archaeologist at Poland’s University of Wrocław’s Institute of Archaeology, tells Science in Poland’s Ewelina Krajczyńska. The burial ground, which dates back to the first and second centuries, is located in Berenike, a Red Sea port in southern Egypt built by Roman Emperor Tiberius.

Osypińska’s team first discovered the cemetery in 2011, and they’ve been slowly excavating it since then. Among the burials of cats, dogs and exotic monkeys, researchers have found ceramics, Roman coins and now, several letters written on papyrus by military officers who commanded units of Roman legions.

According to a statement by the University of Wrocław, these “priceless sources of knowledge about the ancient inhabitants of Berenike” are from the era of Emperor Nero, a cruel Roman ruler of the mid-first century. During his reign, Berenike was a hub of cross-continental trade, through which goods from India, Arabia and East Africa flowed, Osypińska says in the statement. The port was home to regional merchants, Roman higher-ups in charge of trading and—as historians have long suspected but never before proven—a unit of the Roman military.

The newly-found correspondence contains several names of presumed Roman centurions: Haosus, Lucinius and Petronius. In one letter, Petronius asks Lucinius, who is stationed in Berenike, about the prices of some exclusive goods, Osypińska tells Science in Poland. Petronius writes that he’s sending money via “dromedarius,” a unit of Roman soldiers traveling on camels, and tells Lucinius to provide the soldiers with veal and tentpoles.

Researchers believe ancient Romans likely kept the papyri in a nearby office which was later destroyed, accidentally distributing its contents over the pet cemetery, as McClatchy’s Aspen Pflughoeft writes. Excavators found the papyrus in rolled fragments, which they showed to Rodney Asta, an expert of ancient inscriptions, who pieced together a page approximately one and a half feet long and a foot wide, Osypińska tells Science in Poland. Among the animal graves, researchers have found countless ostracons—pieces of pottery etched with writing—but the papyri are the first paper texts to be found on-site.

The letters are the latest evidence of advanced Roman trade to be found in the cemetery, per the statement: The skeletons of several buried monkeys, recently identified as macaques native to India, show that Romans imported non-utilitarian animals across oceans. These primates, along with long-haired cats and miniature dogs, were “elite pets,” and many were buried with toys, ceramics or other animal companions.

As Osypińska notes in the statement, it may seem difficult to reconcile the image of commanders of an ancient foreign legion with such animals, which were “treated as family members.”

“However, our findings unequivocally show that the military elite surrounded themselves with elite pets and led an exclusive lifestyle,” she adds.

By Sonja Anderson.

[llamagoddessofficial]

I wonder… Zoo Siren AU but reversed? MC is the siren stuck in the zoo and the skeletons are the workers? How would that work out? 🤔

owHOOPS tripped and fell in love with the pretty local siren girl

Sans: He's a researcher studying siren communications. When the local aquarium offers for him to interact regularly with their resident siren for his research, he's delighted, and jumps at the chance. She's initially very hostile toward him but nothing can cool his absolute fascination with such a beautiful apex predator- he wears her down with his consistency, always visiting and giving her snacks and talking with her. He also wears her down with his obvious admiration and delight... it's hard to hate someone, when they think everything about you is perfect and worth its own individual peer-reviewed paper. She often finds herself blushing at his clear googoo eyes.

Over time, they do build a genuine connection. And Sans feels that. He's always visiting, and he's making great progress with his research. But... he starts to realise that he isn't even paying that much attention to his research anymore. A lot of his growing obsession with his field... well. It boils down to an obsession with her.

Red: He's her 'trainer' technically, but he dislikes the word. He's the one who spends the most time in the tank with her, his job description is pretty much just to make her do tricks for the crowd but he goes out of his way to try and keep her entertained and mentally stimulated, with tank games and complicated routines they can perform together underwater. If anyone else tried to get her to do 'tricks' she'd bite their hands off, but she allows it with Red, because he makes it really fun. She still does bite him every now and then- but it's much more playful. Much more flirty. Red seems chill... but secretly, he fucking hates the idea of anyone else being in the tank with her, because everyone else seems to treat her like a performing monkey.

She may have a little bit of a crush on him. He's always so confident, and he's always spending time with her. His teeth remind her of a big shark- a big predator, just like her. She trusts him.

Skull: He's in charge of her feeding schedule and health. Something of a vet and a chef, he makes sure she's healthy, stable, regularly eating nutritious food to keep her safe. She likes him a lot and not just because he's always bringing food- at first he was intimidating, but nobody can resist the Skull Rizz and she grew to consider him a close companion. She likes that he lets her gnaw on his hands... she also likes that if she offers to share some of her food with him he'll literally eat it on the spot. She admires the intense dedication- no one else will eat raw fish like him.

He'll sit on the edge of her pool, and she'll come spend time with him. Most siren doctors who try to give her checkups end up losing a few knuckles here and there, but Skull can simply hold out his hand and she'll let him examine wherever he needs to. He feels deeply responsible for her safety and health.

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opinion on the dadmare headcanons? to what extent do they apply in your view of things? are other sanses aware?

personally think it's just slowly according small things ,, like calming one of the crew during a breakdown when he technically doesnt gain anything from it. allowing them free days to mess around

- ☆ (guess i'm the star anon now lmao!!)

Hello again ☆!

I feel like Dadmare and Toxicmare are kinda two in one.

Like there's some days where NM wants to chill out and let his goblins do whatever they want, and there's days where he's the ruthless leader we angst lovers like to imagine.

And, when it comes to the boys with their boss and how it affects them...

Killer : Killer and Nightmare's relationship is odd.

Killer is the king's slave right hand man. He's at Nightmare's beck-and-call, allowing the man to do what he pleases with Killer.

This can heavily affect people outside of their relationship, like Killer's s/o for example.. Say Nightmare was having a good day, and so he let's Killer do whatever his little soul desires, which includes being around s/o. Then, the next day, Nightmare is not having it, and almost kills roughs up Killer, letting the skeleton limp home after to lay in s/o's arms, not saying a thing to their worried pleas for him to tell them something.

Killer's day relies on Nightmare's mood. Like, monkey says, monkey do, y'know? S/o would also be used against Killer more than once.

The night, after Nightmare threatened Killer by saying he'd eliminate the new "distraction" and make sure he'd watch him do it, Killer would hold s/o so tightly to sleep that they felt like they could barely breathe because of it.

He's scared of Nightmare, but he can't escape now. He's way too far in now.

Dust : Dust tends to ignore the man most of the time, as Nightmare has attempted to trick and bribe the skeleton in so many ways.

The only reason why Dust still listens to Nightmare is to have an outlet. Something to spend his extra magic on, give his LV a reason.

Dust is not scared of Nightmare, but he listens, obeys, like a good dog. He even holds pity for the king.

Nightmare has little use of Dust, but it's not uncommon for him to call upon the insanity of the cold-blooded killer.

Oak : Yeah... that's a toughie. It was originally so Oak could feed his people, and keep them safe from other threats.

But... they aren't in the underground anymore. His family and friends have access to food now. Good food. He doesn't need Nightmare's help anymore.

And Nightmare was salty about it at first, but eventually gave in and let Oak go. As long as Oak sends in some cakes every now and then.

That's all for the boys that worked for him, but is anyone else aware of him?

Aware : Cobalt, Red, Willow, Cherry, Error, Sans, Moon, Crow, Dove

Suspicious : Wine, Honey, Edge, Rus

Blissfully unaware or chooses to ignore it : Papyrus, Coffee, Pup, Nox, Sun

Even then, Nightmare himself is a strange being. Suspicious or not, he only shows himself to certain people.

Good luck getting him to appear for you though.

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Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Chapter 56: War Games

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEARS!! I hope everyone is enjoying their days! I wanted to reach out and which everyone a happy new years! and we also have a new chapter today! We have alot of POVs going on as well as some revelations that will add to the whole story as we get closer to the end... Thank you to everyone for following along, liking, resharing, etc... Now with out further a do, let the adventure begin!

I cant seem to find the gif of this, but here is the video! We finally get Sanji putting Judge in his place.

Y/N POV…

As we finally made it inside Bege's castle, I slightly stumbled and fell to the floor. I quickly pulled out the earplugs, panting as I tried to catch my breath. “Y/N!” four different voices called out in unison. I looked up to see Luffy, worry etched on his face, alongside King, Sanji, and Ichiji.

Chopper soon came into view, his expression focused and determined. “Let’s get your wounds tended to,” he said, kneeling beside me. “Can someone carry her?” he yelled, glancing at the others.

Immediately, Sanji and Ichiji began to argue over who should take me. “I got her!” Sanji insisted, stepping forward, but Ichiji shot back, “No way, I’ll do it!”

Before they could escalate the argument further, King pushed them both aside effortlessly and scooped me up into his arms, heading toward the sofa. I could hear Sanji and Ichiji grumbling behind us, both looking annoyed at being outmaneuvered.

Once we settled on the sofa, Chopper carefully removed Zoro’s bandana from my head, revealing the wound I had sustained from Perospero. “What possessed you to taunt him like that, princess?” King asked, a mix of concern and frustration in his voice.

I turned to him and smirked. “Because it was fun,” I replied, and Luffy burst into laughter, the sound a welcome relief amidst the tension.

“By any chance, do you have those medications you used to give me when I was injured and had to train the next day?” I asked King, raising an eyebrow hopefully.

He nodded and pulled out a tiny box from his pocket. “I always carry some just in case,” he said, smirking back at me.

“Mhmm,” Nami chimed in, giving King and me a knowing look.

I tried to sit up straighter, but a sharp pain shot through my head. “Right, where are my—ow, ow!” I exclaimed, gripping my head as the throbbing intensified.

“Easy there,” Chopper soothed, looking worried as he prepared the medication. “Let’s just get you patched up first.” His hooves moved quickly, expertly tending to my wound.

“You must be the ship’s doctor, Chopper, correct?” King asked, his voice steady and respectful as he watched Chopper work.

Chopper nodded proudly. “That’s right!”

“He's the best doctor there is,” I added, and Chopper’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

“Flattery won’t get you nowhere, you big dummy,” he retorted, but the smile on his face betrayed his happiness. His gaze then shifted to Nami. “And you must be the ship’s navigator, correct?”

“That’s right,” Nami replied, grinning at him.

Chopper’s eyes sparkled with excitement. King continued, “I met you already, the skeleton named Brook.”

“Yohooho! It’s an honor to meet you!” Brook exclaimed, bowing dramatically, his skeletal frame making it even more amusing.

“And I also met you, Monkey D. Luffy,” Chopper said, turning his attention to Luffy. “The princess talks a lot about you, as you are very special to her.”

Luffy beamed, scratching the back of his head. “Of course! Y/N’s part of our crew! I’d do anything to protect her!” His words sent a warm rush through me, and I couldn’t help but smile at the camaraderie around us.

Chopper finished patching my wound, ensuring everything was secure. “All done! Just take it easy for a bit, okay?” he instructed, looking relieved.

“Now we just need my right ankle,” I said, about to get up when King stopped me.

“Allow me,” he said, gently gripping my ankle. As he touched my skin, a white hue began to glow from my thigh halter, connecting to his rings. I felt a soothing warmth spread through my ankle, and the pain quickly faded.

“How did you…” I began, my voice laced with curiosity.

King glanced at me, his expression a mix of seriousness and warmth. “My family has a unique ability to channel energy through our gear. The white glow comes from my connection to my powers. It allows me to heal injuries by transferring energy.”

“So, does that mean when my blades turn white and I touch an injury, I can heal it?” I asked, intrigued.

He nodded, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. “Exactly. You have the potential to harness that ability. With practice, you can learn to use it effectively, just like I do.”

“Wow, that’s incredible!” I exclaimed, a smile spreading across my face. “I never imagined my blades could do something like that. It feels good to know I can help others even more in battle.”

King chuckled softly. "I told you once you understand your blade's potential, it'll all come to you."

"You never told me these things?!" I exclaimed.

"And you never told me my rings also have that trick if someone else were to use them," I added, now standing up.

"I may have forgotten to mention that slight detail when we departed back in Sabaody," he said with a hint of amusement.

I rolled my eyes playfully at his teasing, but my attention shifted as King’s gaze turned to Sanji, who stood nearby. King stepped closer to him, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. "And you must be the ship's cook, Sanji," he said.

"Yes," Sanji replied, his tone cautious.

"I’ve heard a lot about you as well," King continued, pulling something from his coat pocket. "Take this… read it when you are alone," he said, handing over a small envelope before turning away.

“Right, sorry guys! This man—this incredible human being—happens to be…” I began, feeling the tension in the air shift slightly as I prepared to reveal more, but my words were abruptly cut off by a booming voice from behind.

"King… just what the hell are you doing here?" Judge’s voice echoed through the room, sharp and demanding. He strode in with a commanding presence, his expression a mix of surprise and anger. Instinctively, I stepped in front of King, my body moving before my mind caught up. A protective urge surged through me. 

I narrowed my eyes at Judge, feeling the weight of his gaze. "How do you know him?" I asked, suspicion lacing my tone. This wasn’t the first time I had sensed a deeper connection between the Vinsmokes and King, but now it was clear something more was at play.

King crossed his arms, his stance relaxed but his eyes sharp. "Let’s just say my father and Judge knew each other quite well," he said, his voice steady, though I could detect a hint of disdain.

Judge’s face twisted in frustration, his voice rising as if trying to assert dominance in the room. “Your father was a fool, King! He didn’t understand the potential we could have unlocked together! He was too idealistic!”

I could see King’s jaw tighten, his sharp features hardening. His eyes burned with anger, a fire that made the room feel even more tense.

“You mean he didn’t fall in line with your twisted experiments,” King shot back, his voice dangerously calm, but every word was laced with venom. “He refused to sacrifice lives for your so-called ‘progress.’ That’s not idealism; that’s being a decent human being—something you wouldn’t understand.”

Judge sneered, stepping forward, his towering figure casting a shadow. “Your father squandered an opportunity to create perfection! And look at you now—wasting the legacy of your race on petty morality and weak alliances.”

The tension in Kings frame became palpable. “My father chose peace over power, Judge. That’s a legacy I’ll defend until my dying breath. Unlike you, I don’t measure worth in numbers or strength.”

I glanced between the two of them, feeling the weight of their history collide in the room. Judge’s arrogance met King’s unwavering resolve like a storm meeting an unyielding mountain.

“Your defiance cost you your kingdom, your people,” Judge spat, his words like poison.

King took a step closer, his deep voice reverberating through the air. “And your greed has cost you your humanity.”

The words hung heavy, and I felt a pang of pride in King’s stance. He was unapologetic, fearless in the face of Judge’s attempts to belittle him.

I couldn’t help but step closer to King, standing by his side as I glared at Judge. “For someone so obsessed with perfection,” I said, my tone sharp, “you sure make a mess of everything you touch.”

Judge’s eyes flicked to me, narrowing with contempt. “And who are you to speak here? A stray under his wing?”

Before King could respond, I tilted my head, letting a sly smile cross my face. “A stray? Maybe. But even a stray knows loyalty—something you seem to have no grasp of.”

Judge’s face contorted in fury, but King placed a firm hand on my shoulder, pulling me gently back. His eyes met mine briefly, a silent message of gratitude, before turning his focus back to the man who dared to insult his family’s name. “You, along with those in MADS, created that stupid clone which cost my father his marriage to my mother!” King’s voice echoed, each word sharp and unwavering. “And let’s not forget Vegapunk’s twisted idea to create a clone of my mother!”

Judge’s expression flickered for a brief moment, but King pressed on, his anger barely contained.

“I’m glad she put all of you to shame,” King continued, his golden eyes blazing with conviction. “She stood up to countless threats—your experiments, your ambitions—and she never faltered. I may have been a child, but even then, I saw her strength, her fearlessness. She was strong beyond her years, stronger than any of you could ever hope to be.”

The room fell silent, Judge’s bravado momentarily stifled by King’s raw honesty.

I glanced at King, feeling a deep admiration for the way he defended his family, his mother’s memory. It wasn’t just anger—it was respect, love, and a refusal to let her legacy be tarnished by the likes of Judge.

Judge finally scoffed, trying to regain his composure. “You speak of strength, but where is she now, King? All that ‘fearlessness’ led her to what? An early grave?”

My fists clenched at his callous words, the blatant disrespect igniting something fiery inside me. Before King could respond, I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the tense air like a blade. “And who the hell are you to speak of her like that?” I yelled, my tone sharp with indignation.

Judge’s eyes snapped toward me, but I didn’t back down. “From what I know, King’s father sacrificed his life for her, and she did the same for her people! It wasn’t her fault some bozo killed her!” I continued, my voice rising as I let the anger flow freely.

Judge’s lips curled into a sneer. “You watch your tongue,” he said coldly, his tone full of disdain. “You may be legally married to my son, Ichiji, but I will not stand for your petty outbursts.”

I stepped even closer, standing tall and unwavering. “And I won’t stand for your blatant disrespect!” I shot back, my voice filled with righteous anger. “You think a legacy is built on cruelty and manipulation? Let me tell you something: her legacy is worth more than all of the cold, soulless experiments you’ve ever conducted combined!”

Judge’s sneer deepened, but I wasn’t done. I narrowed my eyes at him, my tone dropping to something sharp and dangerous. “And another thing, Judge—cut the crap with the whole ‘legally married’ bullshit. If I wanted to, I’d burn Germa to the ground without breaking a sweat. Let’s not forget something—you needed me more than I ever needed you.”

His face twisted in a mixture of frustration and disbelief, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. The room felt charged with tension, the weight of my words hanging heavily in the air.

King smirked faintly beside me, as he crossed his arms, clearly enjoying seeing Judge thrown off his high horse. “She’s got a point,” King said coolly, his voice laced with approval.

Judge’s composure cracked further, his fists clenching at his sides. “You think you can speak to me like that?” he spat, his voice rising with indignation. Judge’s face twisted even further, his frustration mounting as I delivered my words with unyielding confidence. The tension in the room was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed like he might explode.

I raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly with a smirk of my own. “Cry me a river, will ya. Besides, your son knew exactly who I was. I’m a pirate, Judge. I’ve always been a pirate, and I still am a pirate. Just because someone throws a title into the mix doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass again.”

Ichiji, who had been silent up until now, stepped forward, his tone measured but laced with irritation. “Father, I told you not to antagonize her. She’s proven herself more than capable of holding her ground.” He glanced at me, his expression unreadable. “And as much as I dislike this situation, I respect her strength.”

From the side, Yonji piped up, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. “I knew I should have asked her to marry me first! She’d look way better standing next to me than that stuck-up Ichiji.”

I shot Yonji a pointed look, my patience with him wearing thin. Before I could retort, Judge interrupted, his voice taking on an almost reflective tone. “You look just like her...”

My brow furrowed, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “Like who?” I asked, my tone cautious.

“Like King’s mother, Red,” Judge said, his gaze scrutinizing. “Same fire and stubbornness.”

A smirk crept onto my face. “Well, then it looks like I’m doing a fine job putting you in your place, huh?” I said, smiling confidently.

Judge’s jaw tightened, but before he could respond, I turned my attention to King. “Now, King, back to the matter at hand. Do any of my weapons and jewelry have Germa tech in them?”

King met my gaze, his expression softening slightly, a rare moment of warmth from him. “Yes and no,” he said. “The technology you wield is advanced, sure, but it’s not like Germa’s cold, emotionless modifications. You weren’t engineered; you were trained. The power you hold comes from within. Even without your weapons, you’d still be a force to be reckoned with.”

Judge scoffed, clearly unimpressed by King’s words. “Sentimentality has no place in battle. Power is power, regardless of where it comes from,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

I raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to Judge once again. “And that’s why you’ll never truly understand strength,” I said coldly. “Because real power isn’t just about force; it’s about will, conviction, and knowing what you’re fighting for. That’s something no Germa tech can replicate.”

King nodded, his smirk returning. “Exactly. Machines and clones might be powerful, but they’ll never have what we do: heart and a purpose.”

Judge’s scowl deepened, his frustration palpable. For once, he seemed to realize he was outnumbered—not just in numbers but in spirit.

The tension between the two men was thick, but King’s focus shifted back to me. His voice was steady, yet commanding. “Watch and observe,” he said as he took a step toward me. “Princess, remove your weapons and rings for a moment.”

I hesitated, my fingers instinctively reaching for the blades hidden beneath my clothing. The idea of being without them, even for a moment, made me uneasy. They weren’t just weapons—they were an extension of myself. But King’s gaze was firm, and I trusted him.

Slowly, I removed my hidden blades, my right ring, and the bracelet that connected them. The absence of their weight felt strange, almost foreign, like a part of me was missing. I handed them to King, feeling exposed without my usual arsenal.

“Wait!” Luffy’s voice broke through the room, full of concern. “Y/N, he’s going to—”

“Nothing will happen,” King said, cutting Luffy off with a calm but authoritative tone. “I crafted these weapons myself. I know their capabilities inside and out. They won’t harm me.”

Luffy frowned but didn’t argue, still watching carefully.

King then glanced around the room, his eyes locking onto a nearby table. “Pass me that table,” he instructed.

Luffy, though still wary, handed him the table. King set it in front of me, and the room seemed to hold its breath, everyone watching closely.

“Princess,” King said, his voice low but commanding, “I want you to harness all your energy and punch an electric hole straight through this table.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you serious?” I asked, wondering if he really expected me to generate that much power without any enhancements.

King’s eyes bore into mine, his voice unwavering. “Just do it,” he urged, his confidence in me clear.

The weight of his words settled over me, and despite my nerves, I nodded. My body tensed, ready to channel all the energy I had into my fist. I could feel the usual surge of power rising within me, a dangerous force I had learned to control.

With a deep breath, I focused, narrowing my thoughts to the table in front of me. My muscles strained as I drew the energy from the core of my being, directing it into my arm.

The room grew silent, and in that brief moment, I felt an unspoken challenge from King, a test of my true potential.

And then, with all the force I could muster, I struck.

A crackling surge of energy erupted from my fist as I punched the table with everything I had. The air seemed to hum with the power I unleashed, and I could hear the wood splinter and crack beneath my strike.

The table shuddered and split open, an electric crackle running through it as the punch left a visible hole in its center.

I stepped back, panting, as the room erupted in gasps of surprise.

King stood unfazed, a small but approving smirk on his face. “There it is,” he said quietly. “The power within you has always been there. No enhancements, no tech, just you.”

I glanced at the table, still reeling from the intensity of what I had just done. The absence of my weapons felt less strange now, as though my strength was no longer defined by the tools I carried, but by the power I possessed in myself.

Luffy’s eyes were wide with awe. “Y/N… that was insane!”

King nodded approvingly. "Now, show them your punches and kicks without the enhancements," he said, his tone serious once more. "I want them to see what you’re capable of, purely on your own strength."

I hesitated, the vulnerability of being without my enhancements weighing on me. Slowly, I removed the remaining pieces of jewelry, even my wedding ring and band. I handed them over to King, feeling an odd sense of exposure without the items that had become so much a part of me.

King took a step back, getting into a fighting stance. "Now, I want you to come at me."

I blinked, my body tensing in surprise. "Wait a—"

"No exceptions," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Come at me with everything you’ve got."

I swallowed, feeling the challenge hang in the air. Without my enhancements, I would have to rely on pure skill and instinct once more. But that’s what King wanted—to prove that even without the crutches of technology, I was a warrior in my own right.

Taking a deep breath, I charged at him, launching myself forward with a burst of speed. My fist aimed for his chest, but he sidestepped effortlessly, forcing me to pivot quickly. I threw a roundhouse kick, and again, he blocked it with precision.

"Faster," he urged, his eyes locked onto mine. "Don’t hold back."

My heart pounded in my chest as I unleashed a series of punches and kicks, each one faster, sharper, more calculated. King dodged and blocked each one, his movements fluid and controlled, but I could feel myself getting closer, each strike more difficult for him to evade.

Finally, I landed a punch on King’s arm, the impact sending a satisfying shudder through him. His smirk widened, eyes gleaming with newfound respect.

"Not bad, Princess. Not bad at all." I grinned, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through me as I flexed my fist. King wore a proud smile tugging at his lips. 

Excitement bubbled up in me. "Ahh! This is so cool!" I exclaimed, jumping up and down before throwing my arms around King in an impulsive hug.

King chuckled, returning the embrace without hesitation. "You’ve come a long way, Y/N."

"Y/N, you never told us King was this handsome and talented," Nami teased, her grin playful as she watched the exchange.

I laughed, pulling back from King. "He’s alright…" I glanced up at him with a mix of fondness and gratitude. "But I owe him a lot. He and the guys on that island pushed me harder than I thought I could handle. They trained me day and night, kicked my ass so many times I lost count. I was knocked out cold more days than I care to admit."

King nodded, his expression softening as he handed me back my jewelry along with my anklet and my thigh halter with the hidden blades. I strapped them onto my leg with practiced ease, feeling a sense of comfort as the familiar weight settled against my skin.

"But without that training, I wouldn’t be the person I am today." I glanced at King, then bowed my head slightly in respect. "Thank you."

"You earned every bit of it," King replied, his voice steady with pride.

With my weapons back in place, I straightened and smiled. "Much better." The weight of the blades against my leg was a comfort I hadn’t realized I missed.

“So… it looks like our sister-in-law is a badass on and off the court,” Yonji commented, a smirk on his face. “Ichiji, your wife is one hell of a woman.”

“Yonji, stop flirting with my wife,” Ichiji shot back as he made his way towards me.

Suddenly, Sanji stepped in front of me, placing a protective hand over my shoulder. “She’s not your wife! Last time I checked, someone objected to the wedding,” he said, anger lacing his voice.

“Stay out of this, Sanji. It doesn’t concern you,” Ichiji replied, standing face-to-face with him, tension crackling in the air.

I opened my mouth to intervene, but before I could say anything, Bege interrupted, his voice cutting through the rising tension. “I got an announcement. We are changing gears on this operation; the assassination has failed.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” I muttered, shock washing over me.

“The Big Father is trapped in candy, and even worse, we are surrounded by Big Mom’s whole family. We’ve got no other choice but to wait for the inevitable,” Bege explained, his tone grim.

“Well, that’s optimistic,” I replied dryly, rolling my eyes as I placed a hand over my head, feeling Zoro’s bandana firmly in place. Its familiar weight and comfort settled over me, grounding me in the moment.

"Hey, you're back!" Luffy exclaimed, seeing as Bege now appeared. “I’m so jealous! I wish I could turn into a giant castle!” Luffy chimed in, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Your Devil Fruit is so cool!” Chopper added, bouncing on his hooves.

Bege shot them a glare. “Wipe that grin off your face! We’re in a tight spot now.” His voice was low and serious. “We’ve been planning that assassination for a whole stickin' year, and now that plan blew up in our faces!”

“Y’all didn’t have a backup plan… just curious is all,” I said, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Listen, princess… I’ve never failed a hit job in my life!” Bege shot back, his frustration palpable.

“Well, there’s always a first for everything,” I replied with a smirk, earning a hard glare from him.

Brook approached, a gentle smile on his face as he handed cups of tea to both King and me. “Thank you, Brook,” I said gratefully, sipping the warm beverage.

“Thank you, Brook,” King echoed, his tone softening a bit.

“It would appear an emperor is out of our league,” Brook said thoughtfully, glancing around the room. “What should we do now?”

“What we need to do is act fast,” Jinbei interjected. “Whatever it is, we better do it quick because we won’t be safe for long.”

“Alright, listen up, and get your heads on straight. This castle is still me; it’s strong but not unbreakable,” Bege warned, his voice steady. “In other words, if I die, then we are going to be dinner for all those sharks out there.”

“Dinner?!” Nami and Chopper exclaimed, their faces paling at the thought.

I continued to sip the tea Brook had given me, feeling the warmth seep into my bones as Sanji stood protectively to my left and King to my right. “Alright, so what’s Plan B again?” I asked, trying to maintain a sense of calm amid the chaos.

“Don’t blame it on me! That launcher was state-of-the-art—” Caesar started, but Bege cut him off, falling into an exasperated scream.

“Bege…” I whispered, sensing the tension building in the air.

“Outside!” Bege commanded suddenly.

As we noticed Big Mom had stopped screaming, dread washed over me. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. “Where is Bege, Strawhat, and that rotten princess?” Big Mom’s voice boomed through the castle, sending shivers down my spine.

“Hmm, looks like I have a fan,” I said with a nervous chuckle as I placed my tea cup down on the broken table. Grabbing my sword once more, I debated which gemstone to press for the best effect.

“What the hell! I need the exercise anyway,” I said, slowly making my way toward the window.

“Like hell you do!” Sanji shouted, reaching out to grab my arm, his expression a mix of anger and concern.

“That filthy monster…” Bege muttered as Big Mom continued to pummel the Big Father, causing Bege to tumble across the floor.

“Honeyyy!” Chiffon cried, worry etched across her face as she watched her husband.

“Bege!” Luffy yelled, his voice echoing in the chaos. Chiffon ran toward the window, desperate to talk some sense into Big Mom.

“Chiffon, get back!” I shouted, but Luffy managed to leap in and save her just in time from Big Mom’s swinging fist.

“That was a close one,” he said, grinning at her.

“Are you okay?” Nami asked, concern lacing her voice.

“Come out now! Face me for ruining my tea party!” Big Mom bellowed, her frustration evident.

“That tea party was already ruined when you added that musical number,” I rolled my eyes, earning a chuckle from King beside me.

“I’m going to go out there and kick her ass! There’s no other way! Y/N, you ready?” Luffy declared, his excitement palpable.

“Hell yeah!” I responded, adrenaline coursing through my veins. But as I prepared to dash forward, I felt Sanji’s grip tighten on my arm.

“What did I say about reckless plans?” he scolded, his eyes fierce.

I broke free from his grasp, meeting his worried gaze. “I still have a duty, and that means protecting my captain too, Sanji,” I replied firmly.

Just as I was about to sprint toward Luffy, I felt a sudden force catch me and pull me away. “What the…?” I exclaimed, realizing it was Ichiji.

“You’re not going anywhere, princess,” he said in a low, threatening tone.

“Luffy!” Nami shouted, as I turned to see that Luffy had also been caught, this time by Chopper.

“Y/N! No!” he cried. “We don’t have to risk our lives for this! We did exactly what we came here for: save Sanji and get you back! That’s what we accomplished!”

Ichiji growled, and I turned my focus back to him. “Not only that, we also got a copy of the Poneglyph and rescued Sanji’s family like he asked us to! Don’t throw away everything we accomplished! If you still have energy to fight back, then think of a way we can escape out of here,” Nami urged, her voice steady.

“You’re right, Nami,” I said slowly, feeling the tension ease a bit as I made my way back toward the group, putting my sword behind me.

I turned to Sanji, who was still looking concerned. “Sorry I snapped at you,” I said, my tone softer now.

Sanji's cheeks flushed pink as he began to swoon, his usual charm shining through even in the midst of the chaos. “It’s… it’s okay, Y/N,” he stammered, trying to regain his composure.

“Princess, what did I say about rage?” King’s voice was calm but firm as he stepped closer to me, his eyes steady on mine.

I sighed, repeating his words from countless training sessions. “Rage isn’t good because it clouds your judgment… but it’s good when fighting,” I said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.

King nodded but didn’t smile back. “That’s right. But right now, you need to stay sharp, keep your head clear. You can channel that rage into your strength, but don’t let it take over.”

I let out a slow breath, absorbing his words. He was right, as always. Fighting with blind anger would only lead to mistakes, and we couldn’t afford any of those right now.

“I’ll keep it in check,” I said, nodding firmly.

“Spoken like a true king,” Brook remarked, his voice filled with admiration. "I must say, it’s quite impressive how you handle yourself, Your Highness!"

King glanced at Brook, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Thank you. I’ve had to learn a lot quickly.”

Curious, Brook tilted his head. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you, by chance?”

“I’m 30,” King responded calmly, his eyes briefly flickering with the weight of responsibility. “I took the throne when I was 20, after my father and mother passed, they both died when I was 3 years old”

Brook’s bony jaw dropped in surprise. “That’s quite young to ascend the throne. I can’t imagine the pressure you must’ve been under!”

King shrugged slightly, his usual composed demeanor in place. “It wasn’t easy. But someone had to do it.”

I looked at King, admiration swelling in my chest. “Well, you’ve handled it better than anyone could have.”

King’s eyes softened as they met mine, and he gave me a small nod. “Thanks. But leading comes with its challenges, as you know well.”

“I guess we’re both still learning,” I said with a light smile, feeling the depth of King’s experience and understanding despite his calm exterior.

Nami nodded, her arms crossed as she scanned the chaotic surroundings. "Exactly. If we were here to fight Big Mom directly, we would've brought Franky, Zoro, and everyone else. This wasn’t supposed to be an all-out battle."

“I miss my partner,” I said softly, the mention of Zoro bringing a fond smile to my face. The thought of him cutting through enemies beside me gave me a bit of comfort in the tension.

At the mention of Zoro, I noticed Sanji stiffen beside me. His flare of anger was almost palpable. He clenched his fists, a vein pulsing at his temple as he fought to keep his cool. "Partner, huh?" he muttered through gritted teeth, the jealousy clear in his voice.

I glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "Sanji, don't tell me you're getting all worked up over that."

His eyes met mine, a mix of frustration and protectiveness swirling within them. "I’m not worked up," Sanji muttered, clearly trying to convince himself more than anyone else. "Just... reminding you that I’m here now, and I’m not letting anyone hurt you." His gaze shifted to King, a silent assertion of his place by my side. I sighed, shaking my head softly, the tension between the two palpable as they sized each other up.

Meanwhile, Luffy struggled against Chopper’s hold. "Chopper, let me go!" he yelled, determination etched on his face.

Brook stepped forward, his voice calm and rational in the chaos. "Luffy... as Nami said, we were fortunate to make it this far. Our small numbers allowed us to slip through. The others are waiting for us. We must make it to Wano safely." His words carried a quiet wisdom, urging restraint.

Bege, still in his massive castle form, was being battered relentlessly by Big Mom. Every hit shook him to his core, but he stood firm. "Chopper, let me go!" Luffy shouted again, his voice more desperate. "We can’t just leave him! Bege’s taking all this pain for us!"

Bege grunted, his voice hoarse as he pushed through the pain. "We’re all in this together. I care about my men... my wife and child... too much to let them die here!"

The relentless barrage from Big Mom forced another painful groan from Bege. "If we want everyone to survive... there’s only one way out..." he muttered, breathless but determined.

"You’ve got a plan, right?!" Nami said, hope sparking in her eyes.

"What is it?" I asked, eager for a way out.

"I’ll change back into my original form... then Caesar will fly us out of here. That’s the only way."

The group erupted in relieved cheers, but Caesar’s voice cut through the noise. "Why the hell me?! This is a suicide mission!" His fear was palpable, and I could almost hear the panic in his words.

"Quit complaining!" I snapped, frustration creeping into my voice. Caesar's whining had long since grated on my nerves.

"You should’ve been dead a long time ago, princess," Caesar sneered. "And once I get my heart back, I’ll make sure of it myself!"

My anger flared, and I was about to send him a shock when King stepped forward, his eyes burning with intensity. "Allow me," King said darkly, his presence commanding.

But before King could act, Ichiji stepped forward, blocking his path with an air of unshakable confidence. "Actually... let me," Ichiji said, his right fist crackling with red electricity, a vivid sign of his power. The energy surged around his knuckles, the raw intensity of it making the air around us feel charged. "Hey, idiot!" he called out to Caesar, who turned just in time to meet Ichiji’s furious eyes.

"You threatened my wife," Ichiji continued, his voice low and dangerous, the words heavy with authority. "Now, you deal with me!"

Without hesitation, Ichiji launched himself forward, the power in his punch unmistakable. His fist collided with Caesar’s cheek with an explosive crack, sending the scientist crashing to the ground with a heavy thud that reverberated through the air. For a moment, the world seemed to still in the aftermath of the impact, the sound of Caesar’s body hitting the ground echoing like a warning.

I stood there, stunned, my jaw dropping in shock at Ichiji’s sudden and explosive move. The force of it left me momentarily speechless. I had never seen him so fiercely protective before. Turning to Nami, I saw her smirking, her eyes gleaming with something between amusement and approval at the second declaration of Ichiji’s protectiveness.

"I guess he really does care," Nami murmured, the look in her eyes almost playful. But I couldn’t respond, my mind still trying to process the scene that had just unfolded before me.

Ichiji, however, seemed completely unfazed by the chaos he’d just caused. He walked back toward me with his usual confident stride, his presence commanding, as if he had every right to act on his emotions. When he reached me, he stopped in front of me, his gaze softening ever so slightly.

With a smirk playing on his lips, Ichiji reached out, gently closing my mouth with his hand as if to say ‘enough with the surprise.’ "You’re just so cute," he teased, his voice surprisingly soft, almost affectionate in the way he spoke. His words were both lighthearted and tender, and it was the kind of attention I wasn’t used to from him. Before I could react, his lips brushed my forehead in a kiss, soft and unexpected, lingering for just a moment before he pulled back.

My heart skipped a beat, heat flooding my cheeks as I felt my face burn with a blush. The sudden tenderness of his touch caught me off guard. "Ichiji..." I whispered, barely able to hold his gaze. Embarrassed but also strangely touched by his gesture, my emotions were in a whirlwind. The kiss had been a reminder of how far his protectiveness went, how deep his feelings were beneath the surface.

But not everyone was as pleased with the situation. Sanji, who had been watching the scene unfold with a simmering intensity, finally snapped. His eyes blazed with fury, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Every muscle in his body was taut with anger, and I could practically hear the grinding of his teeth as he stepped forward.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?!" Sanji growled, his voice thick with tension, the heat of his rage radiating from him like an uncontrollable fire. He was ready to explode, and I could see it in the way his body shook, each step closer to Ichiji a promise of a confrontation.

Ichiji didn’t even flinch. His gaze met Sanji’s fiery one with an almost casual indifference, as if he had no fear of whatever fury Sanji could unleash. In fact, he seemed rather entertained by it. "Just keeping her safe," Ichiji replied coolly, his voice unwavering and almost too calm in the face of Sanji’s outburst. The nonchalance in his tone was infuriating to Sanji, who took another step forward, his fists tightening even more.

Nami leaned in close to me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she watched the exchange. “Looks like you’re attracting a bit of attention,” she whispered, her tone playful as she gave me a wink.

I let out a soft laugh, still blushing as the tension between the brothers simmered.

Sanji POV… 

"What does this bastard think he’s doing?!" I thought, rage boiling inside me as I watched Ichiji pull that stunt with Y/N. My princess. It wasn’t just the kiss on the forehead or the cocky way he closed her jaw, but the smugness, the way he acted like he had some right over her. It was bad enough that we were both forced into these marriages, but now this? This was him rubbing it in my face.

“I already have enough competition with Law... and moss head…” I grumbled internally, feeling the sharp sting of jealousy clawing at me. But Ichiji? This scumbag? He didn’t deserve someone like Y/N. He didn’t deserve even to look at her, much less act like he could protect her better than I could.

"Answer me this, Sanji..." Judge's voice cut through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. His eyes bore into me, full of contempt. "Why did you save us?" he demanded, his voice laced with frustration and confusion. "We fell into that trap on our own. We’re hardly your allies!" Judge’s words were sharp, but I barely paid attention. I was still fuming, my mind stuck on Ichiji’s smug face.

Then Judge turned his attention to Y/N, and my body tensed instinctively. I couldn’t help but feel a spike of anger surge through me. The way he barked at her—like she was nothing more than a child in need of discipline—it sent my blood boiling.

"As for you, princess, why did you continue to taunt Perospero?!" Judge demanded, his voice full of contempt.

I clenched my fists, the urge to step in growing stronger by the second. But before I could, Y/N’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and carefree. "I swear you must be going deaf, Judge," she said with a smirk, her tone mocking. "Can’t blame you, you’re reaching your prime old age. But if I must repeat it, I did it for funsies."

That damn spark of mischief in her eyes, the playful way she tossed her words at him—it made her so damn irresistible. Even in the face of Judge's anger, she remained unphased. She always had this ability to make the situation feel light, to act as though nothing could touch her.

But I knew better. "She was buying us time," I thought, feeling a pang of admiration for her quick thinking. Y/N was always thinking ahead, always trying to protect us, even when she made it seem like she was just playing around.

"That’s enough, Father!" Ichiji’s voice interrupted my thoughts, and my eyes snapped to him. "I won’t have you disrespecting my wife in front of me," he said, his tone firm and commanding.

I clenched my teeth so hard I thought they’d crack. His wife? The words echoed in my head, making my blood boil. My fists tightened, nails digging into my palms as I fought the urge to just lunge at him and wipe that arrogant smirk off his face. He didn’t get to claim her like that. Not in front of me.

Y/N glanced between us, probably sensing the tension. I could feel my anger surging again, but beneath it, there was something else—something raw. I wasn’t just angry. I was afraid. Afraid that she might start looking at him differently. Afraid that with all this chaos, I might lose her.

But no. I wasn’t going to let that happen.

Ichiji may have been legally tied to her, but that didn’t mean a damn thing to me. She was my princess. And I was going to protect her—no matter what.

I then turned to Judge, looking at him with disdain “Because… my father would be disappointed in me, that’s why,” I said, my voice steady despite the tempest of emotions swirling inside me. I used to hold onto all the resentment from so many years ago. From the corner of my eye, I caught Y/N looking at me with sorrow, and it tugged at my heartstrings. I’m not worthy yet to even be graced by your sorrows, princess… not after what I’ve done...

“If I’d been such a small-minded man that I’d laugh at my own flesh and blood, I couldn’t face him,” I continued, my gaze never leaving Judge. “If I can’t stand tall and look my father in the eye, then I’ve failed him.” With that, I stepped toward Judge, grabbing him by the collar. “Thirteen years ago, Vinsmoke Sanji escaped from the Germa Kingdom and died at sea. You got exactly what you wanted! After this, we’re done! You’re not my father, Vinsmoke Judge! After this, I don’t ever want to see your face again!” I shouted, my rage bubbling over.

Judge looked taken aback but slowly regained his composure. “I understand… you have my word. This is the last you’ll see of me, and I’ll stay away from the East Blue as well.”

As he spoke, I felt a weight lifting. “And as for you, princess,” he added, his eyes narrowing slightly, “I’ll stay away from King and everyone from that island.” I saw Y/N let out a breath of relief, and it felt like a small victory.

“So… does that mean the Vinsmoke last name will be removed from my wanted poster?” Y/N asked, teasing but genuinely curious.

Ichiji stepped closer, a smug grin spreading across his face as he leaned in, invading her space. “Maybe we could negotiate those terms, princess. Just you and me.” His playful tone grated on my nerves, and I clenched my fists at my sides, my heart racing with jealousy. What does that bastard think he’s doing?

“You are so lucky you’re in uniform; it’s distracting me,” Y/N replied, a teasing lilt in her voice as she tried to keep her composure. But the smile tugging at her lips was impossible to miss.

"Am I distracting you that much, love?" Ichiji smirked, and I could feel my blood boiling as Y/N laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Like I told you in that candy bind, there’s something about a man in uniform,” she smiled, and the way she said it made my stomach twist uncomfortably.

Ichiji leaned back, raising an eyebrow as if he was enjoying this too much. “But… I might be able to pull a few strings,” he said, his voice low and charming, oozing confidence.

Before I could process the surge of jealousy bubbling within me, Y/N jumped into Ichiji’s arms, wrapping her legs around him, crushing him with a hug. "Yay!" she exclaimed, her laughter ringing out as she peppered kisses on his cheek. Ichiji chuckled, his arms tightening around her waist, pulling her even closer. The sight made my chest tighten with frustration and anger.

Y/N’s smile lit up the room, and I felt like a bystander to my own feelings of inadequacy. How could she look so radiant, so happy, in his arms? My heart raced as I watched Ichiji's smug expression, knowing that he was relishing every moment of this.

“We are back in business, boys!” she yelled, her excitement infectious as she turned to rally the group, causing everyone to cheer. As she dropped back down onto the floor, I gritted my teeth, trying to maintain a calm facade.

“Look at that, Ichiji, you made your wife happy,” Yonji teased, his tone dripping with mischief.

Ichiji, still holding Y/N possessively, grinned. “What can I say? Happy wife, happy life.” He leaned down, showering her with kisses on the cheek, causing her to laugh even more, her happiness radiating off her like sunlight.

“Okay, okay!” she said, playfully pushing him away, but her cheeks were flushed with delight. I could see the joy in her eyes, and it twisted something deep within me. I wanted to be the one making her laugh like that, the one she looked at with such affection.

Glancing at King, who was watching the scene unfold with an amused smirk, I felt a surge of determination. He knew exactly what was going on, and I could almost hear his thoughts: You need to step up, Sanji.

Just then, Caesar’s voice broke through the moment. “Would you stop relying on me for help? I fulfilled my part of the bargain!” he said, clearly annoyed.

“And you still failed,” Y/N shot back, her tone laced with sarcasm.

“When I get my hands on you, I’m going to—” Caesar started, but he was cut off as King stepped in front of him, his presence imposing.

“You’ll do what?” King said, blue electricity crackling ominously around him, sharp enough to cut through anything in its path.

"Pathetic! I’ll have you know, I’m a genius!" Caesar retorted, his pride clearly bruised, but it only made me scoff. I wasn’t the only one who noticed how pathetic he sounded.

"Is the genius in the room with us?" Y/N shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm as she raised an eyebrow at Caesar, who seemed almost taken aback by her sharpness.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, despite everything. Y/N had this way of turning any situation into something she could control, even with the likes of Caesar. It was almost like she didn’t even have to try; her words cut deep enough to make anyone second-guess themselves.

“Y/N,” I muttered under my breath, admiring the way she handled herself. Even in the face of these idiots, she remained unshaken, confident in her own strength. But I could see the subtle shift in her—her eyes flashing with something more. It wasn’t just her usual teasing; there was a fire there, one that burned deeper than any of them realized.

“It seems you haven’t learned your lesson about disrespecting my wife,” Ichiji interjected, his voice low and threatening. With a swift motion, he landed another sharp punch, infused with red electricity, straight into Caesar’s gut. The impact sent him stumbling back, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at seeing him taken down a peg.

Y/N looked at Ichiji with a look I hadn’t seen before, something between admiration and amusement, and it made my heart tighten. King leaned in closer to her, and she whispered something in his ear.

“Really?” King asked, a smirk spreading across his face as he turned to look at me, clearly intrigued.

She nodded her head, and King chuckled lightly. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of irritation and confusion at their exchange.

As they shared that moment, my thoughts raced. What the hell did she just tell him? Ichiji then made his way to Y/N once more, his hand caressing her cheek. “My wife, you look even better with short hair,” he said, causing her to blush even more, and I felt a sick twist in my stomach at the sight.

“Open the castle gate!” Judge commanded, drawing our attention. “Hear my word, Bege, until Caesar gets you to safety, Germa 66 will be your guards.”

I could see Bege’s body taking a huge toll as he gasped for breath. “I forgot… you Germa people can fly too, huh?” he said, his exhaustion evident.

“So we can leave without you?” Bege asked, hopeful.

“Certainly,” Judge replied.

“Good! If we’re buying time, Y/N and I will help too!” yelled Luffy, his enthusiasm unwavering.

“You got that right, Captain!” I chimed in, my protective instincts flaring. But as I lifted my hand to stop them, Y/N spoke up.

“I’ll... be right back, you guys... I have something I want to give back…” she said, glancing at the ring Ichiji had given her.

Before I could protest, she was already heading out the door. My heart raced, and I was about to chase after her when King stopped me, his calm demeanor infuriating in the moment.

“Sanji… let her,” he said, his voice steady.

“He’s right, you know. Y/N spent time with Ichiji…” Brook added, his tone more measured.

“And he even protected her,” he continued, trying to reason with me.

“Sanji, you must trust the princess. This is her decision,” King stated firmly, blocking my path once more.

Trust? How could I trust the man who had just been flaunting his affection for her? The jealousy bubbled within me, but I knew I couldn’t let my emotions cloud my judgment. I had to trust Y/N to make the right choice.

Y/N POV…

My heels clicked sharply against the floor as I made my way toward the Vinsmokes. “Ichiji!” I called out, and he turned around, a smile spreading across his face.

“Princess,” he replied, and as I reached him, I noticed both Yonji and Niji smirking, along with Reiju’s knowing smile. My heart raced, and I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me. “I just... wanted to tell you thank you for protecting me from Caesar and Daifuku,” I said, my gaze dropping to the floor. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought, anxiety gnawing at me.

Ichiji’s expression softened, and before I could remove the ring he had given me, he stopped me, his hand closing around mine. “Keep it, princess. Besides, I added a few touches to the ring,” he said, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“What do you mean?” I asked, curiosity piquing my interest.

"Why don’t you try it out for yourself?" Ichiji suggested, guiding my hand toward the ruby at the center of the ring. His touch was warm against my skin, and I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what I was about to experience. But his confidence in the matter was enough to push me forward. I pressed the ruby, and instantly, I felt a familiar surge of energy as the glow enveloped me.

Within seconds, my attire shifted. The transformation was quick and smooth, and I gasped as I looked at myself in the reflection of a nearby surface. I was now wearing a striking red raid suit—long sleeves, white gloves, and a red ascot that complemented the bold plunging neckline. The dress hugged my form perfectly, and I could feel the power radiating from it. It was sleek, practical, and elegant all at once. To top it off, I wore a pair of red-tinted shades that were unmistakably iconic. "Wow!" I exclaimed, spinning slightly to admire the new outfit. "This is incredible!"

Ichiji’s grin was full of pride as he watched me. "The best part is that it won’t hinder your other rings or your weapons," he added, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "And the ruby won’t break or get destroyed. You’ll also have some of my powers as well."

"Really?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. Pressing the ruby again, the suit reverted back to my white pearl dress and bandana. The change was as seamless as before, leaving me giddy with excitement. I couldn’t help but laugh. "You hear that, Judge? I know you're getting older and might have trouble hearing, so suck on that!" I yelled, shaking my head in amusement. "And I still end up with a modified wedding ring and engagement ring!" I added, the playful tone dripping from my voice.

Ichiji stepped closer with a teasing smirk. "Seems like you’ve got more than just a wedding ring on your hands now," he said, his voice lowering just slightly, but enough to make me feel the shift in the atmosphere. His smile was charming, full of mischief. "You know, I can’t help but think it suits you. The power, the elegance... I suppose I should be flattered you chose my ring over the others."

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at my lips. "You’re impossible," I teased, though there was a warmth in my voice. "But I have to admit, this is a pretty nice bonus."

Ichiji chuckled, his hand lingering slightly too close to mine. "I’m full of surprises," he replied smoothly, winking at me. "Just like the ring." Ichiji stepped closer, his gaze intense, locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “Say you’ll share with me. One love, one lifetime. Say you want me with you here, beside you,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting, dripping with charm and promise.

Before I could think it through, I cut him off with a kiss. The moment our lips met, it felt both passionate and filled with a whirlwind of emotions—something deeper than I had anticipated. A connection surged between us, electric and undeniable, igniting a fire I hadn’t expected. I felt the heat of the moment enveloping us, and the world around us faded into the background.

From behind us, I could hear Yonji and Niji whistling and teasing, their playful jeers punctuating the air like a soundtrack to our unexpected encounter.

“What was that for?” Ichiji muttered against my lips, surprise etched across his face as he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine.

“Just a little good luck kiss,” I replied, a teasing smile spreading across my face as I pecked his lips once more, my heart racing from the thrill of it all. The soft touch felt sweet and mischievous, leaving a lingering taste of something new and exhilarating.

“Take care of yourself, will you?” Ichiji said, his voice tinged with a mix of seriousness and affection.

I nodded, feeling his warmth radiate as he held me closer, not wanting to let me go. But then, I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

“Y/N!” Luffy yelled, his voice cutting through the moment.

“Looks like I gotta go back to my crew,” I said reluctantly, slowly letting go of Ichiji and sending him a warm smile. As I turned to make my way back, I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty about what had just happened.

Ichiji POV… 

After that kiss, I honestly could have died and been happy. Watching my wife leave to join her crew stirred a mix of emotions within me—pride, longing, and an undeniable sense of ownership. I felt a pang of sadness at her departure, but I also knew that with the ring on her finger, she’d carry the Germa name with her. And with the number attached to her, everyone would know she’s my other half.

“Wow, Ichiji, you really gonna let her go?” Yonji teased, breaking my reverie.

I turned to him, a smirk playing on my lips. “The ring also has a tracking device installed,” I said, reveling in the shocked expressions on their faces.

“I knew it!” Niji laughed, clearly impressed. “Always one step ahead, huh?”

“Don’t underestimate me,” I replied, a hint of pride slipping through.

“She’s with her crew now,” Reiju chimed in, her tone a mix of concern and support.

“I know,” I said, glancing back in the direction Y/N had gone. “But I also know that I’ll be with her every step of the way. Who knows? Maybe one day, I’ll be paying my wife a little visit.” I let the smirk grow wider, feeling a rush of anticipation at the thought.

“Damn, that kiss made me want to get her again,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. I could still feel the warmth of her lips, and the connection we shared was undeniable. As much as I enjoyed teasing my brothers, deep down, I was already planning my next move to ensure she always felt my presence, no matter the distance between us.

"We're about to go, Caesar. Are you ready?" Father’s voice echoed through the dimly lit corridor as we moved with purpose, our footsteps a steady rhythm against the stone floor. A palpable tension filled the air, each of us aware of the stakes ahead.

"I am not ready!" Caesar whined, his voice dripping with frustration. His usual bravado had vanished, replaced by a hint of fear that only added to my irritation.

"Quit your whining," I snapped, shooting him a pointed glare. The time for hesitation was over; we had a mission to accomplish.

"Alright, it's time to cut loose!" Yonji declared, the enthusiasm in his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. He cracked his neck, and I could see the adrenaline pulsing through him, ready to unleash his abilities.

Niji flexed his hands, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let’s show them what we’re made of," he said, his usual cockiness flaring to life.

"You two have the wrong idea," I interjected firmly, shaking my head. "Our mission is to help Caesar and Bege escape, not to eliminate the enemy, tempting as that may be."

"Maybe you need an extra 'good luck' kiss from your wife, Ichiji," Yonji teased, laughter bubbling in his throat, but I couldn’t let myself get distracted by thoughts of Y/N.

"I know defense isn't your favorite, but this isn't a fight we can win in the first place," Reiju added, smirking at her brothers as if she could see the thoughts racing through their minds.

"Rubbing it in, huh?" Yonji shot back, crossing his arms defiantly.

"I understand the mission," Niji said, his tone turning serious as we began to get ready, all playful banter set aside. Each of us understood the weight of the situation.

"Are you prepared for combat?" Father asked, his tone sharp, commanding us to focus.

"Armed and ready to go!" we all replied in unison, the unity of our voices echoing against the stone walls.

"Very well, it's your turn, Bege! Start the mission!" Father commanded, a sense of authority radiating from him as he stepped back, allowing Bege to take the lead.

As Bege began to deactivate the castle, the heavy gates creaked open, revealing the chaos outside. The atmosphere shifted dramatically, tension crackling in the air like static electricity.

"It's go time!" Father shouted, igniting a spark of determination within each of us.

I felt a rush of adrenaline surge through my veins as we prepared to step into the unknown. This was more than just a mission; it was a chance to reclaim our honor, to prove ourselves as the Vinsmoke brothers. I exchanged glances with my siblings, a silent promise passing between us. We would protect each other, and I’d ensure Y/N was safe. 

Y/N POV…

I began to make my way back to the crew, a smile forming on my lips as I approached them. King stepped in front of me, a smirk playing on his face. “You took a while, Princess,” he remarked, his tone teasing.

“I just wanted to give him back the ring, but instead, he told me to keep it,” I said, raising my ring finger proudly.

“Y/N! That ring is beautiful!” Nami exclaimed, her eyes sparkling like berri signs as she took in the diamonds and the red ruby. I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head.

“This was the same ring I tried on back in Chocolatown. The shopkeeper did say it was one of a kind and that the ruby was rare also” I added, a mix of pride and nostalgia filling me.

“That bastard!” Sanji exclaimed, storming over to me and grabbing my hand.

“Hey!” I protested, ripping my hand away. “He said it had features in it and wouldn’t hinder my weapons or the jewelry given to me.” I looked at Sanji, hoping he’d understand.

“Sanji, the princess made her choice. Now respect it,” King interjected, his tone calm but firm.

“Listen, King, you don’t—” Sanji began, pointing an accusatory finger at King, but I stepped forward.

“That’s enough, Sanji,” I said, my voice steady.

Sanji's expression softened, and he began to swoon. “Ohh, my angel!” he exclaimed, clearly taken by the moment.

“You were right, Princess; he is lovesick,” King quipped, a chuckle escaping him as he looked at Sanji, causing me to laugh despite the tension.

“I can’t wait for you to meet the rest of the crew,” I said, and King smiled in response.

“Alright, are we ready?” Luffy called out, his excitement infectious.

“You bet, Captain!” I replied, feeling the reassuring weight of my sword at my side, the blades illuminating with a white hue. Bege was now deactivating the castle, and we all looked toward the window to see what was happening outside.

Suddenly, gunshots echoed inside the castle, and my heart dropped as Big Mom grabbed Prometheus and unleashed Heavenly Fire, causing Reiju to fall. “Reiju!” I cried out, panic rising in my chest.

Luffy and I moved toward the window, but Brook grabbed Luffy, and King held me back. “Let go!” we both shouted, struggling against their hold.

“Stick to the plan for once in your life,” Nami urged, her voice firm.

“But… nobody is helping her!” Luffy insisted, desperation creeping into his tone.

“It’s fine, stay here,” Sanji added, his gaze unwavering as he focused on the chaos outside.

We continued to watch helplessly as Luffy and Sanji slipped out of the castle, determined to protect Reiju and confront Big Mom. “Damn it!” I exclaimed, trying to break free again, but King held me firmly in place.

“Luffy, no!” Chopper cried, his voice trembling with fear.

“Please come back!” Brook added, tears welling in his eyes.

“They slipped past us…” Nami murmured, her expression one of dread.

“No, no, no…” Nami, Brook, and Chopper echoed, their voices filled with despair.

“King, I have to go help!” I said urgently, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Warm up first…” he whispered, his tone surprisingly calm.

“What?!” I whispered back, confused.

“Go warm up first…” he repeated, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“I know that look…” I said, realization dawning on me. King wanted me to channel my energy, to prepare myself for what lay ahead.

“Trust me, Y/N. You’ll need it,” he urged, still holding me back with an unwavering grip.

I took a deep breath, realizing he was right. I needed to gather my strength, to harness the energy within me if I was going to join the fight. As I began to focus, I could feel the tension in my muscles and the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I could already envision the power I would unleash when the time came.

“Just give me a moment,” I said, my resolve strengthening.

I then began to use the wall to stretch my legs and back, feeling the tension release with each movement. “Keep stretching,” King said, his eyes still fixed on the window, watching the unfolding chaos outside.

As I finished, I made my way back to the group, my gaze locked on the scene beyond the glass. Big Mom was taunting Luffy, and a surge of frustration bubbled inside me. “This bitch is trying to provoke him…” I muttered, shaking my head.

“I know that trick all too well. It’s the same one I used on Perospero,” I said, instinctively touching the wound on my head from Zoro’s bandana.

We continued to watch as Luffy transformed into Bounce Man, his form bursting with energy. “Damn, Luffy is using Bounce Man now,” I remarked, a mix of awe and concern in my voice.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Nami yelled, annoyance dripping from her tone as she watched Luffy’s antics unfold.

“Please, get back here already!” Brook added, his voice tinged with worry.

“I’m kind of starting to doubt that Sanji’s family can protect us!” Chopper exclaimed, fear creeping into his expression.

“Have some faith, Lelo! Germa 66 are the mightiest heroes of evil, Lelo!” Vito chimed in, still fanboying over the situation. “With them on our side, we are invincible, Lelo!” He continued, his enthusiasm a stark contrast to the tension in the air.

“Hey, Princess!” Ichiji called from outside, causing all of us to turn. “I hope you have a front-row seat to watch your husband kiss some ass,” he said, smirking.

I couldn’t help but shake my head at his arrogance. Nami nudged me playfully. “Oh, we are so having a girls' night once we head back to the ship and get away from here,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Deal! As long as wine is involved, we’re spilling everything,” I replied, laughter bubbling up despite the chaos outside. We turned back to the window, eager to see how the fight was unfolding.

Niji was in the midst of it, taking down two of Big Mom's children with impressive speed and finesse. “What did I just tell you?!” Vito exclaimed, his voice a mix of excitement and disbelief.

Then Yonji jumped into the fray, showcasing his strength as he knocked down three of Big Mom's children effortlessly. “Did you see that? Look at him go, lelo!” Vito cheered, our mouths hanging open at the display of power.

Next came Ichiji, who managed to take down three more of Big Mom's kids with an electrifying punch. “That power…” I breathed, watching him connect solidly with one of Big Mom’s children. “Well, I’ll be damned,” I muttered, feeling heat begin to envelop my body as adrenaline surged through me.

“This is a dream come true, lelo!” Vito exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with admiration as he eyed Germa 66.

I glanced up at the ceiling, trying to steady my racing thoughts. “Dear ocean… this man is really making it hard to stay focused,” I murmured, overwhelmed by the chaotic mix of emotions I was feeling.

As more of Big Mom's children charged in, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and concern. “Damn it, Caesar needs to learn how to navigate better! I can barely see the action!” I yelled, frustrated.

“That’s not the point!” Nami shot back, her eyes glued to the fight outside.

Suddenly, everyone inside began to praise Germa for their prowess, celebrating how they managed to dismantle Perospero’s candy wall. “Yay!” we all cheered, caught up in the moment.

“But then, almost in unison, Nami, Chopper, Brook, and I frowned, adding, ‘Still scum, though,’” as we thought about Caesar’s past transgressions. Suddenly, Luffy's Bounce Man form faltered, signaling he was out of Haki. “Damn it!” I exclaimed, my heart racing as I watched Sanji carrying both Luffy, with Reiju trailing behind, desperately trying to escape Big Mom's grasp.

Just then, Big Mom appears closer, a menacing grin plastered on her face. “Damn it! I’m go—” I started, but my words caught in my throat as I saw Judge now fighting Big Mom. My heart sank as I realized the danger he was in.

Big Mom managed to grab Judge, her hands clasping Zeus tightly. “Crap, not good!” I yelled, panic rising within me. I turned to King, my resolve firming as I looked into his determined eyes. He gave me a nod. “It’s time,” he said, stepping closer.

“Use an Electric Tremor Strike,” he instructed, and I nodded, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I clenched my left hand, readying myself. “Nami… we’ll be right back,” I said, glancing back at her.

“What are you—” Nami began, but before she could finish, King and I dashed toward the scene, bursting out of Bege’s castle.

“Thanks to all the scientific research, I’ll be taking from you!” Big Mom taunted as she prepared to deliver a powerful shock to Judge.

From the air, both King and I raised our right legs, feeling the violet energy coursing through us as we began to spin. “Electric Tremor Strike!” we shouted in unison, our voices echoing as we landed a solid hit to Big Mom’s head. The impact sent her face-first into the ground, creating shockwaves that rippled through the earth.

We leaped away and landed next to Sanji, Luffy, and Reiju. Big Mom’s grip on Judge slowly loosened, allowing him a moment to breathe.

“We haven’t done that one together in a minute,” I said, catching my breath as I pressed my ring once more. The transformation of my raid suit commenced, the familiar rush of power igniting within me. I grabbed my sword from my side, pressing the red gemstone, feeling a new surge of energy flow through me, mixed with electricity.

King followed suit, pressing the red gemstone on his weapon, magma-like flames dancing around him. “Y/N! What are you doing?! And why are you wearing that?” Sanji asked, though I could tell he enjoyed seeing me in this uniform a bit too much.

“I couldn’t stand by any longer. Besides, King and I enjoy a little danger every once in a while,” I said, flashing him a grin. “And we needed the exercise, right, King?” I turned to him, my playful tone lightening the tension for a moment.

“Don’t lose focus, Princess,” he warned, his golden eyes sharp and serious. I nodded, feeling the weight of the situation settle over us once more.

Suddenly, Big Mom began to stand up, still clutching Judge in her massive grip. “Who the hell did that?!” she bellowed, her fury palpable. She pointed directly at me. “You! You’re that rotten princess who ruined my tea party! You even managed to shake me to prevent hitting Strawhat!”

“Like I’ve stated before, hag,” I shot back defiantly, “I have a duty to protect my captain. And if I need to punch the elderly, then so be it.”

The fury in her eyes deepened, turning almost volcanic. “You rotten brat! I’m going to teach you a thing or two about manners!”

Big Mom's fury erupted as she grabbed Prometheus, launching her "Heavenly Bonbon" attack at me. Fire bolts rained down, but I swiftly dodged each one with graceful back handsprings, my movements fluid and sharp. As the last bolt closed in, I planted my feet firmly, raising my sword to meet the fire head-on.

With a clenched left hand, I felt a familiar heat rush through me, the flames of Prometheus bending to my will. My thigh halter glowed a vivid violet, amplifying the energy surging within me. The flames shifted and twisted under my control, merging with the electric charge in my sword.

I smirked as I gripped the hilt tighter and, with a powerful swing, I sent the blazing attack right back at Big Mom, shouting, "Violet Inferno!"

The fiery bolt missed its mark as Big Mom narrowly dodged, her massive figure moving with surprising speed. I gritted my teeth, frustration bubbling inside me. "Damn..." I muttered under my breath, watching as the violet flames exploded behind her, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. 

The battlefield was chaotic, filled with smoke, debris, and the ever-looming presence of Big Mom. As I made my way back to the group, the force of her thunderbolt attack nearly sent us flying. My breath hitched for a moment, but I quickly steadied myself. "Princess, you okay?" King’s voice broke through, his golden eyes scanning me with concern.

“She didn’t even land a scratch on me,” I replied with a smirk, catching my breath, but the adrenaline still surged through my veins.

"Y/N, why do you always gotta put yourself in more danger?" Sanji asked, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and worry. His gaze lingered, and for a second, his usual composure faltered.

I chuckled softly, "Cause it’s what I’m good at," I responded, shooting him a playful grin before looking at the battlefield once more. "How's Luffy?" I asked, my eyes darting to Sanji.

"Still recovering," he replied, his voice low. I nodded in understanding, knowing that meant we’d need to buy more time.

As Judge lay on the ground, his body unmoving, Reiju’s frantic cry echoed, "Father!" Yonji and Niji weren’t far behind, rushing in from where they had been protecting Caesar and Bege. "Dad, no!" they yelled, the panic clear in their voices.

My mind raced, trying to piece together something that could turn the tide. But every plan that surfaced felt reckless, desperate. "Okay, do we have another plan? Because all mine are right now pretty reckless," I admitted, the wind beginning to whip through my short hair as the tension mounted.

Ichiji POV…

I stood watch as Big Mom prepared to launch a thunderbolt at Father, a surge of dread pooling in my stomach. Just when it seemed all hope was lost, two familiar voices rang out, piercing through the tension. “Electric Tremor Strike!” they yelled in unison, and I watched in awe as beams of energy shot past Niji, Yonji, and me, landing a direct hit on Big Mom that sent her crashing to the ground, face-first. The force was strong enough to shake the rooftop, sending debris flying.

“What was that?” I exclaimed, still trying to process what I had just witnessed.

From the dust, two figures emerged, standing resolutely next to Sanji, Reiju, and Straw Hat Luffy. “We haven’t done that one together in a minute,” one of the voices said, and I squinted to see through the haze.

Then, my breath caught in my throat as the debris settled. Y/N stood there, pressing her ring, and in an instant, her Raid Suit materialized around her. The red long-sleeved dress hugged her body perfectly, stopping mid-thigh, accentuating her figure in a way that made my heart race. The deep plunge of her front revealed just enough of her chest and stomach, while her thigh halter peeked out enticingly. She wore white gloves, and her ascot added an elegant flair that complemented the fierce look in her eyes, as her shades hung low to the bridge of her nose.

And there it was—my number emblazoned on the back of her dress, a bold statement that made it clear she was mine. I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride, even as my jaw dropped at the sheer power radiating from her.

“Dude, your wife looks amazing!” Yonji exclaimed, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Ichiji, that's your wife!" Niji added, equally stunned.

Y/N moved with an agility that left us all in awe. When Big Mom retaliated with her Heavenly Bon Bon attack, fire bolts rained down like wrathful meteors. But Y/N danced through them, executing perfect back handsprings, her dress swirling around her as her short hair flowed like a banner in the wind. I could feel my heart thundering in my chest as I watched her dodge with an effortless grace that was mesmerizing.

Then, as if to further showcase her strength, she raised her sword on the final fire bolt. I was breathless as I saw her channel the flames, transforming them into a vibrant violet before launching it back toward Big Mom. The sight was intoxicating—her confidence, her skill, everything about her was fierce and beautiful.

“Damn…” I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away.

Niji, Yonji, and I exchanged glances, all of us equally stunned. I could see the admiration in their eyes, and it mirrored what I felt. “She’s incredible,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Suddenly, Big Mom’s attention snapped back to Father, and she unleashed a thunderbolt using Zeus, sending him crashing to the ground. “Dad!” Niji and Yonji yelled, rushing toward him, panic evident on their faces. “Father!” Reiju’s voice broke through the chaos, full of fear.

I felt my heart race, but I forced myself to concentrate. I watched as Y/N dashed toward Sanji, Luffy, Reiju, and King, a fierce determination radiating from her. Just then, Katakuri stepped in front of Caesar and Bege, blocking their path. The mission! I thought, casting one last glance at Y/N before heading toward Caesar.

As Katakuri prepared to launch an attack, I knew I had to intervene. “Sparking Figure!” I yelled, landing a punch on Katakuri. His mochi defenses absorbed the blow, but I was undeterred. “Don’t worry, I haven’t abandoned my duty. You better get moving!” I commanded Caesar, my voice sharp and unwavering.

“Do you think you’ll get the upper hand that easily?” Katakuri taunted, his smirk growing. “Or is it... that you don’t value your life?”

My blood boiled at his words. “If you’re trying to intimidate me, don’t waste your breath,” I shot back, my voice low and seething. “I don’t fear anything—especially not scum like you.”

Katakuri leaned in, his voice dripping with malice. “You don’t? What if I told you I plan to destroy your wife?”

A rush of rage surged through me like a tidal wave, igniting every nerve in my body. “You think you can threaten her and walk away unscathed?” I snarled, fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. “You don’t have the slightest idea of the lengths I’ll go to protect Y/N. I’d tear you apart before I let you lay a finger on her!”

He chuckled darkly, the sound cutting through the air like a knife. “We’ll see how tough you are when I’m done with you.”

“Come at me, then!” I shouted, my voice a fierce battle cry. “You think you can intimidate me? I will obliterate you for even thinking of touching her!”

Fueled by rage and determination, I prepared to strike again, ready to unleash everything I had to defend my family. I wouldn’t let him threaten Y/N without facing the consequences.

Y/N POV… 

“Okay, so do we have a backup plan?” I asked again, scanning the battlefield as I felt the tension rising. Big Mom grabbed Zeus once more, her massive form looming ominously over us. Judge lay on the ground, his breathing ragged and clearly injured.

Niji and Yonji launched an attack, but Big Mom effortlessly blocked it. “Quick, Y/N, let’s go!” Sanji shouted, his urgency palpable as he hoisted Luffy over his shoulder. Reiju was ready to depart, and I nodded at King as we all began to run alongside Sanji.

Just then, a sharp sword whizzed past me, nearly grazing my arm. “That was too close!” I gasped, adrenaline pumping as I dodged it with Sanji and Luffy. King and Reiju managed to evade it as well, our instincts kicking in.

We turned to see Daifuku, Smoothie, and Oven standing menacingly in our path. “Did you forget about us?” Daifuku sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice.

“Honestly, I don’t remember you. You’re more of a background character,” I shot back, earning a sharp glare from King. I couldn’t help but smile at my own bravado.

“We won’t rest until you are all dead, especially you, princess, and that man next to you, for hurting Mama!” Oven growled, his fists clenching tightly.

King and I exchanged knowing glances, smirks creeping onto our faces. “Empty threats is all I hear,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“There’s no escape!” Oven yelled, his tone filled with malice.

I glanced over at Sanji, still holding Luffy’s limp body. “You go; I will hold them off!” Reiju declared, her determination unwavering.

“Doubt it’s going to be that easy,” Sanji replied, lowering Luffy gently. “Chill for a sec,” he added, clearly worried but trying to keep the atmosphere light.

I turned to King, my heart racing. “Princess, sit this one out,” he urged, concern flickering in his golden eyes.

I looked back at Sanji and Reiju, weighing my options. I couldn’t let them face this alone. “Give that Oven guy hell for me, King,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“Of course, Princess! Just don’t get hurt while I’m taking care of business!” King replied, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“You too, Sanji,” I said, managing a small smile despite the tension.

Sanji’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he replied, “You know I always fight harder when you’re in the picture, Y/N. Just… promise you’ll be safe, okay? I’d be lost without you.” His earnest gaze held mine for a moment, making my heart flutter despite the chaos around us.

“Don’t worry about me,” I assured him, my voice steady. “Just focus on kicking their butts.”

With a nod, Sanji turned his attention back to the incoming threat, and I took a deep breath, ready to face whatever came next.

I watched as King skillfully blocked Oven's attacks with his sword, a fierce determination radiating from him. "You hurt our princess; you'll have to go through me!" he declared, his voice steady and resolute.

With that, King unleashed a new technique, “Flame Eruption,” a fiery slash that sent a wave of intense heat crashing towards Oven. The attack caused Oven to falter, eyes wide with surprise.

"That's a new one!" I exclaimed, impressed by King’s growth.

“You know me; training doesn’t stop,” he replied, a confident smirk on his face as he continued to fend off Oven’s relentless onslaught.

Sanji shifted his focus to Daifuko, ready to engage. I could see Reiju battling Smoothie nearby, her determination unwavering. But then, disaster struck. Smoothie landed a devastating blow, sending Reiju crashing into a pile of rocks.

“Reiju!” I yelled, my heart racing as I rushed to her side. But just as I feared the worst, I saw Reiju’s smirk as she released a stream of poison onto Smoothie’s thigh, causing her to stumble and collapse.

“Nice shot!” I called out, but my attention quickly shifted back to Luffy, who lay motionless on the ground. I knelt beside him, my heart pounding.

“Don’t worry, Luffy; everything is going to be okay,” I whispered, brushing a hand through his hair. “We’re going to get you back up on your feet.” I felt the weight of the battle pressing down on me, but I was determined to hold on to hope.

Nami POV… 

As I watched the chaos unfold before us, my heart raced with a mix of admiration and anxiety. Y/N and King had executed that striking move against Big Mom flawlessly, her agility and skill on full display as she dodged attacks and turned her own flames into a violet blaze. The way she fought was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride for her.

Ichiji was locked in a fierce battle with Katakuri, his fury palpable. Yonji and Niji were also holding their ground against Big Mom, and it was clear the Germa siblings were a force to be reckoned with.

“You know, Germa is kind of neat,” Gotti remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

“I tried to tell you from the get-go, lelo! And now that the princess is married to Ichiji and is wearing her own raid suit, that just adds an extra point to their already awesome beings!” Vito exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement.

“All they care about is the mission; they don’t fear death in the least,” Jinbei added, his tone serious as he assessed the battlefield.

“Ichiji over here, however, is in full rage... Katakuri must have threatened him with something,” Jinbei continued, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

“Not something... someone,” I interjected, already aware of the real reason behind Ichiji's fury. Katakuri had threatened Y/N’s life for what she and King had done to Big Mom, and I could see how that was driving Ichiji to fight even harder.

“Damn that mochi bastard,” I muttered under my breath, clenching my fists. “He won’t lay a finger on her.” I could feel the protective instincts surge within me, a fierce determination to ensure Y/N’s safety as the battle raged on around us.

“Regardless... they are badly outnumbered, and the Big Mom Pirates are quite fierce,” Brook noted, his usual calm demeanor contrasting with the tension of the situation.

“Germa is awesome, but let’s cheer for Caesar too!” Carrot piped up, her energy infectious despite the chaos around us.

“Hard pass,” I replied, shaking my head. The thought of cheering for Caesar felt like a betrayal to everything we’d fought against.

“Yeah! You can make it!” Vito encouraged, his voice full of optimism. “We’re counting on you!” Chopper chimed in, his tiny fists pumping in support.

“You got this, Caesar... you scumbag!” I yelled, my sarcasm laced with reluctant encouragement.

“What was that last part again?!” Caesar exclaimed, confusion flashing across his face as he glanced back at us. But just as we thought we might see a spark of determination from him, we noticed Brulee stepping forward, her eyes locked onto him.

“Uh-oh,” I muttered, feeling the air grow heavy with tension. Brulee’s presence meant trouble, and Caesar’s hesitation wouldn’t bode well for him in a fight. “This isn’t good...”

“Looks like he’s about to get distracted,” Jinbei said, watching the scene unfold with a knowing expression. I could feel the anxiety in the pit of my stomach; if he didn’t focus, Brulee would take advantage of it.

“Caesar, focus!” I shouted, hoping to snap him out of it. “You’re not off the hook just yet!” I could see the clock ticking down for him, and I hoped he could gather his wits before it was too late.

Y/N POV… 

Smoothie had successfully squeezed the poison from her thigh, and now she was turning her attention to Reiju, who was bound by some mysterious force. “Reiju, what’s wrong?!” I yelled, my concern echoing through the chaos.

Before I could make a move to help her, I felt something wrap tightly around my legs, arms, and mouth, binding me to the ground. “Mhmhmhm!” I muttered, panic rising as I was knocked flat. I glanced over to see Luffy struggling beside me, also ensnared.

“Worry about yourself first,” said one of the Charlotte siblings taunted, a sinister smirk crossing her face as she launched a similar binding attack at Sanji.

“Mhmmm!” I shouted through the gag, helplessly thrashing against the restraints.

“Princess!” King yelled, his concern palpable as he tried to reach us, but Oven intercepted him with a brutal punch to the face, sending him crashing to the ground beside me.

“Mhmmm!” I cried out again, feeling the pressure of the bindings tightening around my body.

“Y/N!” Sanji’s voice was laced with worry as Daifuko approached me, the gleam of his sword catching my eye. With a swift motion, he hit me in the head with the back of his weapon, reopening the wound Perspero had inflicted earlier. “Mmm!” I groaned, pain flaring through my skull as I fought against the gunk that restrained me. 

“Mhmmm!” I cried out again, feeling the pressure of the bindings tightening around my body. My gaze shifted to Ichiji, who was being choked mercilessly by Katakuri. “Y…/N,” he muttered, and I felt a pang of helplessness.

“Mhmmm!” I responded, trying to convey my determination through my muffled voice. Just then, I caught sight of Yonji and Niji, both incapacitated, with Big Mom holding them effortlessly, stepping on Judge as if he were nothing more than a bug beneath her heel.

“Well, the party’s over… but the execution is next,” she declared ominously, her voice sending chills down my spine. “I think I’ll start with you, princess.” The threat lingered in the air as she began to slowly stalk toward me.

“Princess!” King yelled, struggling against his own binds. I could feel my sword clenched tightly in my hand, but it was useless against the restraints. Suddenly, a loud explosion erupted, shaking the rooftop violently beneath us. We all felt the ground tilting, the chaotic distraction throwing the Charlotte family off their game.

In that moment, Reiju managed to break free from her binds, then swiftly moved to free Sanji, Luffy, and finally, me. “Fuck,” I groaned as I clutched my wound, the pain flaring as I took a deep breath.

“Princess, you’re bleeding again,” King noted, concern etched on his face. Sanji held Luffy, who looked back at me with worry in his eyes. “Once we make it back to the Sunny, Chopper will patch that up for you,” he assured, and I simply nodded, my chest heaving with each breath.

As I fell back, feeling dizzy, King caught me. “I’m gonna need a moment,” I admitted, my vision blurring slightly.

“Hang in there,” he urged, and together, we managed to retreat for a few moments.

“Did one of your allies do this?” Reiju asked, her voice steady despite the chaos surrounding us.

“I’m not sure,” I replied, trying to focus. “All I know is that if this didn’t happen, we’d all be dead for sure.”

I slowly tried to lift my sword, but King quickly grabbed it from my hand and pressed the three gemstones, tucking both his and mine into the pocket of his suit coat. “I’ll hold on to these,” he said firmly.

“Stupid head injury,” I muttered, grateful yet frustrated.

As we soared through the air, adrenaline surged through my veins, mingling with the pain still throbbing in my head. King held me securely, maneuvering through the chaos around us as we made our way toward safety. “King, this way!” Sanji shouted, and I struggled to keep my eyes open, fatigue washing over me like a heavy tide.

“Hey!” Sanji’s voice pierced the haze as he spotted Bege and Caesar in the distance. “Y/N!” Nami’s voice rang out, filled with urgency. “Come up here, hurry!” Chopper’s worried tone followed, making me push through the exhaustion to meet their gaze.

I managed a small smile, trying to reassure them, but King’s grip was the only thing keeping me steady. “Shhh, take it easy, princess,” he murmured, his voice calm despite the chaos.

Suddenly, Reiju and Ichiji burst onto the scene, creating an opening in the melee. “Let me…” Ichiji began, but King tightened his hold, refusing to let go. “This way, hurry!” Nami urged, and I could feel the urgency in her voice.

“I think you better hurry!” Brook chimed in, his usual cheeriness dimmed by the seriousness of our situation. I winced at the pain in my head, a sharp reminder of the earlier chaos. “Why does it feel like I’m being hit with battering rams again?” I muttered, my vision blurring as I fought to stay focused.

Finally, we reached the entrance of Bege’s body. With a swift motion, he opened up, allowing us to slip inside, a sanctuary amidst the chaos. “I figured you four were toast,” Bege smirked as we entered, his humor a welcome relief.

“Fuck off,” I muttered, wincing as another wave of pain surged in my head. The moment the entrance closed behind us, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, though my body still protested.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Sanji said, the relief evident in his voice as we regrouped. “You four are crazy!” Chopper exclaimed, his eyes wide with concern. “I hope that was worth it, Y/N!” Nami yelled, and I turned to her, sending a soft smile her way.

“Always,” I replied, the word barely escaping my lips.

“Come on! Let’s get you back to the sofa, princess,” King said gently, and I felt Chopper move to help as well. As I settled down, a soft hand brushed against my head, and I couldn’t help but let out a small moan at the contact. My vision slowly began to clear, and I glanced around at my friends.

Hey, guys,” I said, my voice still weak but filled with gratitude.

“We're glad that you're back,” Brook said, his usual lightheartedness returning, and I couldn’t help but smile, thankful for this moment of respite amidst the storm. Reiju then looked out the window. “Ichiji, I think the coast is clear.”

I turned next to me and saw Ichiji brushing my hair back. His touch was soft and gentle, and I leaned into it, grateful for the comfort. However, when he inadvertently grazed my wound, I winced. “Sorry, Y/N,” he murmured, concern flickering in his eyes as Chopper hurried to examine the injury once more.

Ichiji grabbed his transponder snail, his expression turning serious. “Mission complete. Let’s withdraw,” he said, relaying the message with a calm authority.

Niji’s voice crackled through the device. “We’re on our way,” he responded, and I could sense the tension in the air starting to lift.

Ichiji turned to me, his hand gently cupping my cheek. “Princess, you need to take care of yourself,” he said softly, his eyes searching mine.

“Here, drink this,” King interrupted, handing me a glass filled with water and medicine. I raised an eyebrow, confused.

“Wait a second, what…?” Chopper began, his brow furrowing in concern.

“It’s the same one we used during training. You need to let it take effect after ten minutes,” King explained, his tone definitive. “Once the medicine takes effect, you'll be knocked out, but when ten minutes pass, you’ll be good as new.” He then pulled out something from his bag. “Chopper, I want to give these to you,” he said, revealing various medicines, antidotes, and essentials I had used during training.

Chopper’s eyes widened with gratitude. “Thank you, King! This will help so much!” he exclaimed, and before anyone could react, he wrapped his arms around King in a tight hug. “I’ll make sure to take good care of Y/N!”

As Chopper began to organize the supplies, I caught Sanji glaring at Ichiji, his protective instincts flaring. “You better watch yourself, Ichiji,” he warned, his tone low but filled with tension. “You’re not the only one who cares about Y/N.”

Ichiji merely smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Sanji. I’m just here to make sure she’s okay.” He leaned closer to me, his demeanor softening. Before I could react, he placed a tender kiss on my forehead. “Get better soon, Y/N,” he whispered, and my heart fluttered despite the situation.

The warmth of Ichiji’s gesture lingered, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of hope amidst the chaos surrounding us. I swallowed the medicine, the bitter taste making me grimace, but I chased it down with water, handing the empty glass back to King as I sank back against the sofa.

Sanji continued to argue with Ichiji, their banter an almost familiar backdrop to the tense atmosphere. Chopper hovered nearby, his eyes darting between me and the clock, watching intently for any signs that the medicine was taking effect.

“Just hold on, Y/N! It’s supposed to work quickly,” Chopper said, his voice laced with worry.

I nodded, though my eyelids felt heavy, the pull of sleep becoming more insistent. As I fought to stay awake, I caught glimpses of the others in their frantic preparations—Reiju and Ichiji strategizing, Sanji glaring daggers at Ichiji, and Brook pacing with anxious energy.

Soon enough, my eyelids began to droop, and I felt a warm sense of darkness consume me, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. My thoughts began to blur as I drifted into unconsciousness, the sound of my friends’ voices fading into the background.

Ichiji POV…

I watched as Y/N lay down on the sofa, resting. She still had the Germa uniform on, and the hem of her dress skirt had ridden up a little, revealing a peek of her toned thighs and halter. My hand instinctively went to her dress, and I lowered it as much as I could, ensuring she was comfortable.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” spat Sanji, his voice sharp and protective.

“Making sure my wife is comfortable,” I replied, keeping my tone steady, meeting his glare head-on.

Chopper, still checking Y/N’s vitals, looked up, a mix of concern and irritation on his face. “Guys, can we focus on Y/N? She needs to rest, not have you two arguing!”

Brook chimed in, his usual jovial tone subdued but still playful. “Well, it’s not every day we see princes fussing over a princess. But maybe we should let her sleep without the melodrama?” He grinned, trying to lighten the mood despite the tension.

King remained silent, his expression unreadable as he observed everything nearby. I could feel the weight of his gaze, and I knew he was assessing the situation just as much as Sanji was.

“Just remember, Ichiji,” Sanji warned, stepping a bit closer, “she’s been through hell. The last thing she needs is you making it worse.”

I nodded, my focus shifting back to Y/N. “I know. But I’ll be here for her, no matter what. She needs someone she can rely on.” I glanced at Sanji, the unspoken tension between us hanging thick in the air.

“Right now, all she needs is to heal,” Chopper insisted, pushing the conversation back to where it mattered most. “So let’s give her that chance.”

As they continued their heated back-and-forth, my attention remained solely on Y/N, hoping that she could find some peace amid the chaos.

I continued to softly brush my wife's hair back, as gently as I could, savoring the fleeting moments of calm amidst the chaos. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Reiju watching me, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. 

Leaning down, I placed a soft kiss on Y/N's lips, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. “Ichiji! Leave her al—” Sanji started, but I stood up, refusing to let the anger and frustration in his voice affect me. I intertwined my fingers with Y/N’s, even though her hand felt limp in mine. The connection was still there, and it bolstered my resolve.

I turned to Chopper, who was busy checking her vitals. “Raccoon, I leave my wife in your hands,” I said, my voice steady as I pecked her hand gently before reluctantly letting it go.

“I’m a reindeer!” Chopper yelled, his frustration evident, but I could see the determination in his eyes.

Brook’s skeletal face turned towards me, a grin on his bony features. “I know that look… you love her, don’t you?” he asked, his voice light yet penetrating.

I turned to him, smirking in return. “What do you think?” I shot back, feeling the weight of my feelings pressed against my chest.

With a nod to Brook, I made my way back to Reiju, who was still observing me with a knowing look. “Let’s meet with Niji and Yonji,” I said, my mind already racing ahead, strategizing our next move.

With one final glance back at Y/N, I took a deep breath and made my way out the window, ready to face whatever awaited us outside. Big Mom's children and subordinates wouldn’t know what hit them; they dared to take our technology and provoke our family. It was time to remind them who they were dealing with.

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[hannahbarberra162]

Not My Monkey, Chapter 2

on Ao3

Link to Chapter 1

Dining with the Strawhats is just as you would expect.

The song the Reader hums and sings with Sanji is this ad: https://youtu.be/FbQt8pYUY6Q?si=qtAVuaC_wUggmSQd

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You tore your gaze from Blue Maui to glance at the rest of the crew. Luffy was sitting and pounding his fists on the table, chanting for meat. Robin was sitting next to the android and chatting, with her hand on his oversized forearm. The green swordsman was slouching with his arms crossed next to a tiny…deer. Who was talking to a giant skeleton with an afro. Alright. Nami sat next to you and Usopp, with Sanji coming from the kitchen with a serving platter. A strange group of people, but hey, you were dead so it’s not like you could talk. 

Sanji served you first, even before the Captain, which surprised you. “A vegetarian meal for our dearest Reader,” Sanji said. He looked anxious and he was hovering over you. He clearly wanted you to try the food in front of him and give him a review. He gave you glazed carrots, a spring style salad, and a bean and mushroom stew served over rice. 

He didn’t need to be nervous, it all looked incredible. You weren’t the main cook in your previous relationship, that had been mostly done by your partner. You were satisfied eating the same boring things over and over daily, which you’d done for the past few years. You picked up your fork and sampled the glazed carrots. It was unbelievable, the carrots practically melting on your tongue. Your taste buds were singing, you didn’t think carrots could be so rich. You sampled each item he’d prepared while he flitted back and forth, serving the rest of the crew, starting with the women. 

“Sanji, this is outstanding! I’ve never eaten anything like this before, you’re such a talented chef.” The carrots, the stew, the salad, everything tasted like it had been made by a French chef. Sanji beamed at you.

“I apologize, we are running low on supplies right now. At the next island, I’ll buy more vegetables. Most of the crew prefers a more meat heavy diet.” This was him running low on supplies? You couldn’t wait to see what he whipped up with a fully stocked kitchen.

“MEAT! MEAT! MEAT! MEAT!…” Luffy continued to chant over Sanji speaking to you.

“LUFFY, SHUT UP! I’m speaking to our lovely Reader,” Sanji sighed and went to fetch food for Luffy. Once the food was placed in front of him, Luffy was like a vacuum. You made a mental note to keep your hands and feet away from his mouth during meal time. He reminded you of that game, Kirby, where the little pink guy would literally inhale food. Or a dog with food aggression. Luffy was using both hands, double fisting the meat and eating as rapidly as humanly possible. 

“Would you like to introduce our new Reader, Luffy?” Robin asked politely.

“Oh yeah, this is Misty,” Luffy said while chewing, gesturing to you with one meat skewer. It took everything in you not to chide him for speaking with his mouth full. Who raised this kid? 

“Actually, her name is also Robin, but we are calling her Misty to avoid confusion,” Robin clarified. “She is our new Reader, but she does not know any information about our world, including who we are. It's a fresh start for all of us, so let’s go around and introduce ourselves. Appropriately. ” Robin gave a look to the android and skeleton, emphasizing the last word.

“She’s obviously lying,” interjected the green haired swordsman.

“No, I’m not, I really -” you started to argue with him but were interrupted by Sanji, who already had his foot on the swordsman's shoulder. 

“How dare you accuse our newest, sweetest Mellorine of lying?!” He was in the green guy’s face on your behalf, it looked like they might fight again. 

“Thank you, Sanji, but I understand his hesitation. But I promise, I really don’t know anything about this world. I haven’t even been to the sea before. I guess that’s one thing off my bucket list.” Well, you’d already kicked the bucket so you weren’t sure that it counted. 

“Whaddya mean? Never been to the sea?” asked Luffy, still chewing with his mouth open. You shrugged.

“I mean, I’ve been in lakes and rivers and pools and things like that. I always wanted to visit the ocean before I died. Where I lived, the ocean was really far away. It was always a little too expensive to go so I never did.” It made you sad to think you'd spend nearly your whole life working and for what? You didn't get to the Pacific, you didn't travel to Fiji, you didn't get to do a lot of things you'd wanted before you apparently died.

“We’ve heard about their world before, others have shared similar sentiments. To Zoro’s point, I do not believe she is lying. I’ve been monitoring her interactions and she does not seem to know any prior information.” Robin had been watching you? You hadn’t seen her following you around. But at least she was corroborating that you weren’t lying. So the green haired guy was Zoro. He still hadn’t introduced himself.

“I’m Franky, the shipwright. It’s SUUUUUPER nice to meet you.” He had exquisite blue hair shaped like a sailing ship. Maybe wild hair colors were natural in this world. You hoped so, you absolutely loved it.

“I like your hairstyle,” you complimented. 

“Thanks, sis,” Franky responded, making a finger gun and running his hand along the side of his hair. It was clearly a source of pride for him, as was only right for such a good style. Next, the skeleton put down his cup of tea.

“I’m Brook, the Soul King. I'm the musician on the crew and I’d love to see -” Nami bonked him over the head before he could finish his sentence. Hard.

“Don’t you dare! Robin just asked everyone to behave!” She was quick, that was for sure. And based on his reaction, fairly strong.

“-your panties,” he finished despite the bonk. 

“No. Don’t ask again,” you replied. Ew. But also he was a nine foot tall skeleton, so his sense of decorum might have been off. He had kind of a Hendrix / Slash vibe going on, complete with afro. You really should commend whoever made this world, the hair here was fantastic.

The little deer put down his milk and said in a serious tone, “I’m Chopper, the ship’s doctor.” It would have been more impressive if he didn’t have a milk mustache when he told you this. Talking skeleton, talking deer, rubber people, dead people, this ship was like a haunted house mixed with Disneyland. At least your life was ending with a bang. “I can help you if you have a headache from the timespace travel, it’s happened to a few of our readers.” 

After thanking Chopper, the last of the group, Blue Maui, introduced himself as well. “I am Jinbe, the ship’s helmsman. It is a pleasure to meet you,” he said, giving you a bow. Your heart and face warmed. You knew it didn’t mean anything - it was basically the same introduction everyone else had given you as well. But coming from someone as good looking as Jinbe, you couldn’t help it. What, were you 12 again?

“Pleased to meet you as well,” you replied smiling. Luffy interrupted your very brief conversation with his mouth full.

“So if you’re shipwrecked on an island, and there were only animals there,” Luffy began as you inwardly groaned, already knowing where this was going, “would you eat one to survive?”

You laughed. “You know what’s funny? I die and come to this world only to be asked the same questions as the last one. I would. But it’s not something I worry about.”

“So who’s your favorite?” Luffy continued, beaming at you.

You weren’t sure exactly what he was asking. “My favorite what?”

“Your favorite Strawhat!” Luffy smiled, but you saw Sanji and Usopp tense slightly.

“Luffy, she doesn’t know us. She doesn't have a favorite like our previous readers,” Robin interrupted her Captain. “I do not know if she is even aware we are the Strawhat Pirates.”

Luffy shoved more meat into his mouth before replying, “oh, right. Well, we’re the Strawhats. Cus of my hat. And your favorites probably gonna be me. Or Zoro. Or Nami. That’s who everyone says.” Luffy grinned widely. You didn’t reply but it seemed kind of rude to pick favorites in front of the other crew members. 

“You’re not always everyone’s favorite!” interjected Usopp, the conversation hitting a nerve.

“I am! It’s my show! I’m the antagonist-” Luffy yelled back.

“Protagonist,” corrected Robin, now sipping on some tea.

“This isn’t a show, it's just life!” continued Usopp. “You’re not the main character, that’s not how it works.” Luffy pouted but kept eating.

“Let’s get a round going for the new reader!” exclaimed Nami, trying to change the subject. 

“Brilliant idea Nami-swan! Dearest Misty, what would you prefer to drink? We have some sake, wine, and ale. You are our guest, you choose first. ” Sanji came to your side immediately, like a waiter on demand.

“Oh, I don’t drink,” you replied, “but it doesn’t bother me if anyone else does.” Zoro (who still hadn’t introduced himself) snorted.

“What kinda life is that? No meat, no booze. What’s the fuckin’ point?” he scoffed. 

You laughed lightly. “I would have said the same when I was 20. Just not my style anymore.” 

“So go get the booze shitcook, she said we can drink,” Zoro turned to Sanji, already ignoring you. You could see Sanji puffing up for a fight already.

“If she’s not drinking, you’re not drinking either, you stupid mossbrain! You don’t get shit anyway for insulting her!” They were already in each other’s faces. No one else had paused their side conversations to listen or watch. You wondered how many times a day this happened. Zoro and Sanji went back and forth, though you noticed Zoro didn’t stop eating his food and Sanji didn’t put down his tray. Everyone else had returned to their side conversations, ignoring the two men completely. The crew seemed cohesive, like everyone was on good terms with each other. Even Zoro and Sanji's fighting wasn't disturbing the overall vibe of the dinner. It was loud, animated, chaotic, and reminded you of Sunday night dinners with your own family. You enjoyed it for a few minutes, eating your meal and watching the dynamics of the crew. 

Everyone was wrapping up their meals and finishing their food. Usopp and Nami got up to leave, but left their dirty plates on the table. “ Excuse me, take your plates to the sink. No one’s coming behind to pick up after you,” you snapped at them. The room went silent as they stared at you. Oops. Having several bad roommates and coworkers over many years had left a few ingrained habits. “Uh, sorry, didn’t mean that. Just tell me where I can put my plate.”

“Leave it on the table, Twirlybrow cleans up,” replied Zoro.

“Why? Didn’t he cook the food?” you asked, confused. It was basically a sin where you grew up to leave your plate on the table, much less for the cook. Didn’t they rotate the cleaning?

“So? He likes it,” Zoro was being petulant, probably because of whatever he had going on with the cook. 

“Again, sorry, I didn't mean to overstep. It’s just that where I’m from, if you cook, you don’t clean. That’s always how it is. But, not my circus,” you said, putting your hands up in apology. You didn’t mean to offend, but the man had just cooked a multi course meal for eleven, plated and served it. Surely he didn’t have to clean up everything by himself too. It felt unfair, but it wasn’t your place to change the way things were.

“Whassat mean? Not my circus?” Luffy asked, finally full of food. His belly was stretched comically large, seemed like being made of rubber had its benefits.

“Oh, it’s a common saying. ‘Not my circus, not my monkeys.’ Meaning, it isn’t my place to say anything. You know like, not my problem, not my business.” Luffy smiled at you.

“I am your monkey! Monkey D. Luffy! Thanks Sanji!” With that, Luffy got up and took his plate, putting it into the sink. Usopp and Nami did the same, bringing their plates with them after watching their Captain. One by one, the crew thanked Sanji and brought their plates to the sink until it was just you and Sanji left. You still had a lot of food on your plate and you weren’t done eating yet. 

“Sorry, I’ve always been a slow eater, especially when I’m in a group or talking with other people. I can finish this later.” You felt bad stopping him from beginning on the overwhelming amount of dishes he was going to have to do. 

“No, no. Please. Enjoy at your leisure mon cherie. It’s nice to see someone who doesn’t just shove everything down their throat.” Sanji was a little off, he wasn’t saying anything cringy or chivalrous in your honor, just clearing off the table.

“Sorry that I butted in. I didn’t mean to disrupt the way things are here,” you offered. 

“No, I - I appreciate the sentiment.” Sanji said, back turned to you.

“I can help you clear the table if you wish, or wash some dishes. I can’t fight and don’t have super-powers like everyone else but I definitely know my way around dish soap,” you tried for a light hearted approach. “My mom really drilled into us that whoever cooks doesn’t clean. It’s hard for me to watch you and not help, especially after you just cooked such an incredible meal.” Sanji smiled at you, but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

“It is no burden on me, mon coeur. Please, eat. You are a guest on the ship, and a lady besides.” You dropped it as the chef began cleaning again, clearing the table of serving platters and pitchers, bringing them to be washed. You watched him as you ate, asking him about the preparation of the dishes you were eating. Once you got him talking about food, he dropped a lot of the chivalrous talk and spoke passionately about his love of food and drink. He was calm and patient, answering all your questions. It was obvious he excelled in his field, both from your empty plate and the amount of knowledge he had. Once you were done, you stacked your silverware, cup and plate and brought them to the sink. Sanji was elbow deep in dishes, and he would be for a while. 

“C’mon, let me help you. This is gonna take you hours to do alone.” 

“Ladies shouldn’t have to life a finger -” Sanji began.

You cut him off. “I don’t have to, I want to. It would…make me happy?” You ended the sentence on a higher register. You figured that if he was really a chivalrous guy, he would take your wants and desires into consideration. 

Sanji blinked up at you with his one visible eye, surprise registering before it was hidden. “It would make you happy? But you only have precious little time left, you want to spend it washing dishes?” What was this guy’s deal? Did no one ever help him before? You’d never fought so hard to wash dishes in your life.

“Well, I want to spend every day eating more of your scrumptious food. Which means that the utensils, pots, pans, bowls, everything has to be washed and cleaned, right? Kind of goes hand in hand.” 

“Alright, just this once mon mie. If it would make you happy.”

“It would,” you replied firmly. With that, he moved over, giving you some space at the sink. You’d had a dishwasher at your house for years, but growing up everything was washed by hand. You had countless hours of experience doing the dishes, and there weren’t any differences between your world and this one on how to scrub a dirty fork. You and the chef fell into an amicable silence, working side by side.

Something you hadn’t anticipated was that there was no background noise on the ship. Sure, there were the sounds of the waves, of some sea birds, of the crew on board. But for the past few years you’d gotten used to always having something on to provide white noise - the television or YouTube mostly. You were used to passively listening to music or long form videos while you cooked, cleaned, did laundry, any basic repetitive task. So standing quietly next to the cook made your mind wander to music. 

Obviously, you didn’t have access to your music from home. You tried to think of songs to sing in your head to keep yourself busy. But, as it turned out, you didn’t know the complete lyrics to all that many songs, even though you listened to music constantly. You could remember bits and pieces, or remember the tune, but there weren’t that many songs you could sing from beginning to end. It seemed like the only songs you could remember the lyrics to were either Top 40s hit ending in 2012, songs from your childhood, or songs from the Disney movies your nieces liked. You were deep in your mind, trying to conjure up some songs to sing to, when the cook asked you what you were humming.

“Beg your pardon?” you hadn’t realized you were humming out loud.

“Oh, I was just wondering what song you were humming. I haven’t heard that one before. It’s always entertaining to learn new songs from Readers.”

“Ah. Sorry. Um, it’s nothing, just a commercial jingle, I’m sorry. I’ll stop,” you turned a little red. 

“No, no. I liked it a lot. Does it have lyrics?”

And so you taught Sanji the words to 877-CASHNOW. By the time the two of you were finishing the dishes, you were calling and responding to one another with gusto. It was quite fun, and you were glad the young chef was humoring you. When the last dish was dry, you patted him on the arm. 

“Thanks for indulging me, Sanji. You have quite a pleasant singing voice. We’ll do it again soon.” He didn’t know you’d be helping him a lot on dish duty. You’d tell him later, you had a feeling he was going to fight you on it. But you wanted to be useful, and it had actually been a fun way to pass the time. 

“The pleasure is all mine,  mon cherie. I’m done much earlier than I usually am, for which I have you to thank.” Sanji lit up a cigarette. You’d seen him smoking earlier, but not during dinner service. But you didn’t know any chefs who didn’t smoke, so you weren’t going to give him grief over it.

“Thank you for dinner, Sanji.” You patted his head like a little boy and left the galley. Outside the crew was relaxing and enjoying the cool evening air together.

“What’s a structured settlement?” Luffy yelled across the deck. You laughed.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you could hear us. I’ll keep it down next time.” You hoped your singing wasn’t too off key.

“Why do you do that?” Luffy asked, walking towards you while picking his nose.

“Sing? I’ve always liked it. I’m not good by any means, but it’s fun -”

“No, apologize all the time. You’re always saying sorry but you don’t do anything you need to apologize for.” 

You fidgeted, rubbing the tips of your fingers together. “Oh, sorry, bad habit, I guess. I’ll try to stop.” Luffy flicked a booger onto the deck and sat down cross legged without washing his hands. Gross.

“You don’t need to be sorry for being here. We want you here.” Luffy said, his hands resting on his feet. For being a gross teenager, he was perceptive. You did worry a little about being a burden on the crew, even if it was only for a short while. You had always been a people pleaser, even when you were a child. It had gotten better for a little while in adulthood, but recently you’d fallen back into old habits. You didn’t like relying on other people without providing anything in exchange. Maybe that’s why you fought Sanji so hard on washing the dishes. It wasn’t like it was a chore you loved doing, it was something you knew you could do. You’d think about what Luffy said more.

“Thank you, Luffy. That’s kind of you to say.” You almost patted his head too, but you remembered the boogers. Maybe after he bathed. You noticed Nami had come up, waiting for you to finish your conversation with Luffy.

“Come on, I’ll give you a tour of the ship,” she said. “We can pop by the living quarters too, Robin’s set something up for you.” You agreed, following the orange haired woman. 

“So, the ship’s called the ‘Going Sunny,’ it’s like the ‘Going Merry’ and ‘1,000 Sunny’ mixed together. I don’t know how Franky did it, but he took the Merry and combined it with the Sunny and this is what we ended up with. A Reader once gave us a good drawing of the 1,000 Sunny and Franky used the best parts of both ships." You didn’t know what she was talking about but you nodded anyway. She took you around the ship, starting with the top deck and working your way down to the bottom. It was an incredible ship - there was a tangerine grove, the head of a ram on the keel, a huge fish tank, a spa level bathing area, even a library. You had never seen anything like it. Finishing with the crew quarters, Nami showed you where you would be sleeping. It was a small cot between her bed and Robin’s. Nothing fancy, but you hoped you wouldn’t need to use it too much. You only had three weeks left to live, and you wanted to make the most of it. 

[hand-written-dreams]

CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 23

Marked In Crimson

Maybe I'm too busy,

Being yours to fall for somebody new.

Now I've thought it through.

Crawling back to you.

- ( The song of the chapter is "Do I wanna know" by Arctic Monkeys.)

The city sprawls beneath him, a shimmering sea of lights that blurs and stretches into the endless night. He stands motionless, hands buried deep in his pockets, his broad shoulders tense against the dim glow of his office. The air around him is heavy, saturated with the remnants of her scent and the echoes of her screaming his name.

His name has never sounded more entrancing than when it fell from her lips.

She smells like temptation, a heady mix of purity and danger, something that makes him want to worship her, to press his face against the soft curve of her neck and inhale her and, then degrade her, bend her over to remind her who she belongs to.

She also smells like another thing.

The Rose.

It was the first thing that hit his nose when he trapped her the first night. It was a trap, one that he'd fallen into instead of her. He thought he was the one pulling the strings, but in truth it was her.

Sometimes though her rose is mixed with vanilla or coffee, probably from her body lotion or perfume. But no scent can overpower the raw and unmistakable essence of her arousal, of which his office is reeking right now.

His jaw clenches as he stares out through the glass wall, the cityscape offering no solace, no answers.

Hate and desire coil into a single knot, each emotion feeding the other, a war he's no longer certain he wants to fight. And for the first time in years, he feels like a man on the edge of collapse.

Control

His anchor, his constant,

His most reliable weapon has slipped like sand through his fingers at the moment he gave in to her.

And now she's a constant in his mind.

A storm in his already turbulent ocean.

The catalyst for the ruin of his life.

His chaos.

But tonight, she wasn't his ruin,

Nor his chaos.

She was his undoing.

A force, wild and untamed, which he's battled to resist, to silence, to lock away. And yet, here he stands with the taste of her still on his lips while his fingers burn with the memory of her heat.

His reflection stares back at him from the glass, shadowed eyes and clenched jaw mirroring the struggle within.

His grip on everything he's built, on himself, is fragile. He's always been the master of his world, the one pulling the strings, dictating the terms. Yet here he stood just a few hours ago, consumed by the most primal, maddening emotion of all.

Envy.

Her words from earlier echo in his mind, venomous in their simplicity.

"...Be in a normal relationship with someone who likes me. Like, likes me. You know what I mean?"

He isn't the type to be envious, especially not over someone so ordinary. Yet here he has been, seething because that swanky boy from the fifth floor and with a death wish had the audacity to hold the potential to give her everything she desires, an uncomplicated relationship, with an uncomplicated man without any skeletons in his closet, and no complicated past history binding them.

And she was blushing at the boy's pathetic despicable jokes.

How dare she?

She only blushes for him, always for him. That pink bloom on her cheeks is his, and she has no right to give it to anyone else, and then goads him about it.

"You're obsessed with me, huh?"

Yes, he is obsessed with her.

With her hazel eyes, wide and dazzling, that seem to peer right through him, haunting his thoughts when he least expects it.

With her long tresses begging to be tangled in his fist, dark, always wavy and uninhibited, just like her. With the way her longest strands stop at a point just before the curve of her ass.

With her skin, impossibly soft and pliable, as though it were crafted to mould perfectly beneath his touch.

With her delicate neck, so fragile and tempting, where the maddening mole on her right collar bone resides, taunting him to claim it.

With her plump, luscious lips, calling to be kissed, bitten and silenced by him.

And with that intoxicating rose scent of hers that lingers long after she's gone, weaving itself into his thoughts, refusing to let go....down to her red, sparkly toes.

Fuck, she is so pretty with soft eyes and pouty lips. But the most stunning thing about her is....Her intelligence.

It's what enables her to talk back in the kind of ways that urge him to immediately shut her off and then listen to her whole fucking day.

What the fuck would he even do with that infuriating stubborn wildcat of a girl? He can't kill her, He can't even hurt her.

His dick has some answers though, his mind instantly flashing images of her naked on his desk, spread wide open, head thrown in ecstasy, trying to claw out the glass top, begging for more. He has some ideas, sure.

The next time she talks back like that to him he just needs to fill her mouth with something more productive. The image of her, on her knees, lips stained with fiery red, looking up at him with soft hazel eyes, plays in his mind. It sends a rush of heat to his groin adding agony to his already aching member.

His teeth grind together as his jaw tightens painfully. He's not a man given to losing control, not over his emotions, and certainly not over a woman.

But she isn't just any woman.

She's THE woman who is placed in this world just to torture him.

She is the girl with fire in her veins and stubbornness etched into every sharp edge of her being. The one he had tried to kill once, long ago. The plan was perfect. Ruthless. Her death was meant to be a footnote in his vengeance. But he couldn't follow through. The thought of extinguishing the light in her hazel eyes hollows him out in ways he can't explain, the idea of her lifeless body makes his stomach tighten in denial.

And that was before he even knew who she truly was.

So, he did what he does best.

Manipulation.

He buried the truth and ensured no one would discover the serpents' hand in the death of the Wolves' daughter. The aftermath fell neatly into place, shielding her from the revenge they would have inevitably sought.

And yet, despite everything, despite all his efforts to keep her at a distance, he's kept her close, tethering her to him with threads dipped in blood and deceit. If she ever tried to escape, he could yank those threads tight and remind her of who held the leash.

He told himself it was for control, for leverage. Yet deep down, he knew it wasn't control that drove him.

It's her.

The way she looks at him.

With those big fucking eyes.

Those maddening hazel eyes.

Damn them.

The first time he noticed it, it was fleeting, a flicker of something he couldn't quite name in her eyes. It wasn't fear, nor wariness, the emotions he's come to expect from anyone who meets him. Instead, it was soft, unguarded, and far too dangerous.

He told himself it was nothing, a trick of the light, but the look returned again and again. A quiet reverence lingered in her gaze when she spoke to him when she watched him. As if she saw something in him worth seeing.

It unsettled him.

The way they looked at him, cutting through the layers of darkness he had cloaked himself in. He wanted to gouge them out, to make them stop seeing him so clearly, to snuff out the fire that burned too brightly, illuminating parts of him he wanted to stay buried.

So, he showed her everything.

The worst of him.

The monster within.

The darkness.

The vile truth.

Then he waited for the inevitable.

The change in her eyes.

For those eyes to dull under the weight of his sins.

But they didn't.

They stayed the same.

They even burned brighter.

There was anger, yes. Accusations too. But no fear, no fading of that damn stubborn fire.

Those damn eyes even roped him into her idiotic plan at the casino. A plan that nearly got her killed. She's lucky he was there in time, though she doesn't seem to realize how close she came to dying.

He exhales sharply. She's a witch. He doesn't let anyone touch his Ducati, let alone ride it.

But with her, he makes an exception.

Not only that, he also draped his leather jacket over her. That ridiculous white faux-feather thing barely covered her, and the thought of her walking around in it, exposed to strangers and their wandering eyes, made his teeth grind.

The more so, the sight of her wrapped in something of his settled something primal inside him. The jacket swallowed her, falling past her thighs, and he allowed himself a flicker of satisfaction at how natural she looked in it.

Her touch burned through the thin barrier of his shirt as her arms circled his waist, and he felt the press of her body against his back, her hands clutching at his shirt, her fingers digging into his skin as if she could anchor herself to him.

He suppressed a growl and revved the bike, the engine roared to life as he took off, leaving her no choice but to cling to him.

It was a distraction, a dangerous one, but he didn't slow down. If anything, he pushed the bike harder, faster, as if the wind could strip him of the tension coiling in his chest.

But she didn't let him go.

He felt her shifting, the press of her thighs against him loosening as her arms slipped from his waist. He glanced in the mirror, his jaw tightening when he saw her leaning back, arms spread wide like she was daring the wind to swallow her whole.

Reckless.

He should have been angry, should have snapped at her to hold on before she fell, but the sight of her like this.

Wild. Free. Alive.

It cut through his irritation. Her hair whipped around her face, her head tilted back, and for a moment, he forgot the world outside the scene unfolding in his mirror.

Her eyes closed.

Face lifted towards the sky.

Lips stretched in an ethereal smile.

The little bird finally spread her wings.

Daring to break free from the cage that once confined her, daring to embrace the limitless skies above.

He kept driving, the roar of the engine masking the sound of his heart pounding as he fought the battle he knew he'd already lost. The lines he swore never to cross are behind him now, and all that's left is her.

As they raced into the night, he was not sure if he was the one driving her forward or if she was the one dragging him into the fall.

And like that, she's made him addicted to that one thing she's given him with abandon.

Her trust.

Fuck.

She's poisoning him, inch by inch.

She's poisoning him with her reckless trust.

The way she trusts him, without hesitation, without fear, to keep her safe, to keep her alive, then surrender her body to him.

Completely.

Wildly.

With unweaving confidence.

It is a drug he can't quit. It's intoxicating and maddening, and it terrifies him because she doesn't even realize the power she holds.

Her trust turns him on.

The way she comes undone in his arms, the way she melts beneath his touch, the way her body trembles and arches, giving him something she's never given to anyone else, only something that belongs to him entirely can do that.

Her trust is her surrender.

And her surrender belongs to him.

Just as she does.

She is His.

His to trust him so recklessly.

His to unravel under his touch.

His to spread wide open in his desk while he devours her pussy while she screams his name.

Her blush is his.

Her fire is his.

Her surrender is his.

They're all his.

The cold water rushes over his hands, cleansing away traces of her as he stands in his washroom, tucked within the confines of his office. Yet, no amount of water can wash her away, the faint imprint she left on his skin, on his mind.

His phone blips, a text lighting up his screen.

The world outside waits for him, demanding his attention, much like the fresh suit jacket and the crisp shirt hanging on a hook nearby, ready to be worn.

His gaze drifts to his reflection in the mirror. His lips curve up on their own accord. A bold crimson lipstick mark stains his cheek. He should have demanded those lips somewhere else.

Maybe that's something to look forward to in the future.

He unbuttons the shirt, letting the fabric fall away to reveal the scars etched across his torso. The cool air of the room brushes against his skin, but it does little to soothe the heat simmering beneath.

His gaze traces the jagged lines and faded marks, remnants of a life he never chose but one he's lived with unwavering resolve.

What did she think when she saw them that night? Would she see him differently if she ever got to know the stories behind them?

Would she think him monstrous? A man too hardened by the world, too shaped by violence to be anything else? Or would she pity him? That would be worse. Her pity would be unbearable, a knife twisting deeper than any wound ever had.

He reaches for the fresh shirt, the fabric cool against his fingers. As he buttons it up, his jaw tightens. When he steps out of this room, he will be ready for the world, mask in place, composure unyielding, every weakness locked away.

This moment between them, will be folded neatly and tucked into the farthest corners of his mind.

Hidden, yet ever-present.

For now. He needs to attend a meeting.

No, a negotiation.

The Wolves believe the Serpents orchestrated the killings of their boss and underboss, and their retaliation has been swift and merciless. They've seized control of the borders between Kolkata and Bangladesh, cutting off the Serpents' strongholds and tightening their grip on the region.

But the Serpents have been ready to strike back. In a calculated move, they've taken control of key territories in Mumbai, exploiting the Wolves' moment of vulnerability after the loss of their leadership.

The Wolves, however, have wasted no time. Their counterattack has been quick and twice as ferocious. To reclaim the lost ground and to send a clear message that they would not be underestimated, now they hold the ultimate trump card in their hold,

The boss of the serpents.

Mr.Jha is in their custody, a bargaining chip in this war of power and pride. The Wolves have called for a negotiation, a meeting on neutral ground. The Eagles and the Triad Tribe capos will act as witnesses and mediators, ensuring this negotiation doesn't spiral further out of control or perhaps watching as it does. The wolves have arranged an army, fully aware of the consequences of their previous negotiation with the Serpents.

That was the issue that took her away from her earlier that evening before he came back to her waiting.

He didn't tell her.

He didn't tell her the man she's promised to is at the mercy of his enemies.

Why would he?

She's been waiting for him,

not for anybody else.

With those damned needy eyes.

All his.

And, he was powerless to resist.

Every fibre of his being was screaming at him to act, to take what he wanted, not to hold back like before, which made him ache for her even more.

Like the dreams he had of her sometimes, against his will. In those dreams, she's a woman bold and enticing, and he was a man stripped of logic, consumed by the need to destroy or devour her. He couldn't decide which.

So, he made her cry out his name and claimed pieces of her she didn't even know she'd offered.

Fuck, his mind snaps back to her again.

With a heavy breath, he exits the washroom, his movements brisk, his focus splintered between his phone and strategizing the move in the upcoming negotiation.

And then he sees it.

A scrap of black lace lying abandoned beneath the chair.

That minx.

She left without her panties.

His dirty, wicked little girl.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he bends to pick it up, slipping the lace into his pocket alongside his phone. She'll pay for this.

But not now.

For now, he has to go.

The hall buzzes with barely restrained hostility, the air thick with rivalry as capos, triad leaders, and key members of the three families sit in their designated places.

Three sofas are arranged in a circle, each designated for the boss, underboss, and consiglieri of each family. The sofa of the Wolves is occupied by the late Mr.Naik's younger brother and Mr.Doobay, the consiglieri.

He observes it all, seated at the far end of the room. Each family clings to their territory like predators guarding a kill, their disdain for one another palpable even in the silence.

"Where is Mr.Jha?" Mr.Gupta's voice slices through the tension, sharp with barely contained fury.

Arnav's gaze flickers to the consigliere of the Wolves, who leans back with a smug smirk.

"We tied him up with our dogs," the man replies, his tone dripping with derision. "Agree to our terms, and we'll release him."

Arnav notes the subtle shift in the room's atmosphere. A calculated ploy. Expected.

"What do you want?" Mr.Gupta demands, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles are white.

The consigliere tilts his head, his grin widening. "Release our territories and hand over your border to us. We'll let your boss go. Besides, you've been humiliated enough."

Arnav's lips twitch, but he keeps his expression impassive. He watches Gupta struggle to maintain control, his temper simmering just beneath the surface.

"Fine. Done. Release him immediately," Gupta snaps, his words clipped. He turns to Mr.Rathore, his voice laced with venom. "I trust Mr.Rathore will ensure this agreement is fulfilled."

The Wolves exchange smug glances, their arrogance grating against Arnav's nerves. But he remains silent, observing, calculating.

They are doing quite well so far.

"We want another thing," the consigliere says, his voice cutting through the room like a blade.

"What?" Mr.Gupta's eyes narrow.

"Your daughter has come of age. Marry her to me," the consigliere says, his lecherous tone enough to sour the already charged air. "I'll treat her well, but we need assurance you'll stay in your place from now on."

Arnav's hand tightens around the armrest of his chair. The audacity.

"Mr.Doobay, We will not make deals involving women and children," Mr.Rathore interjects, his voice firm, unwavering. "We've done that enough in the past, and it has always ended in disaster...I am giving you my words."

Interesting. Despite the irritation, Arnav's gaze flicks to Mr.Rathore. So, he has a heart after all.

"She's Mr.Jha's fiancée," Mr.Gupta growls, his face dark with anger. "You can't say things like that."

The consigliere leans forward, his grin turning taunting. "Why not? I'd treat her better. I bet I could make the girl wetter than Mr.Jha ever could."

The room stills. The sound of a gunshot shatters the air.

Arnav lowers his gun, the barrel still smoking. The bullet had grazed the consigliere's ear, a deliberate miss.

The man glares at him, his lips curling into a sneer. "I must say, you're pretty bad at shooting, Raizada. You missed."

Arnav's hand moves again, quicker than a blink. Another shot rings out, embedding itself in the consigliere's leg.

The man cries out, collapsing back and clutching his thigh.

"Arnav Singh Raizada never misses his target," Arnav says coldly. "That was a warning. Mr.Rathore has made it clear, no involvement of women and children. Either you respect that, or you lose our protection."

The consigliere's sneer falters, but he forces a bitter laugh through the pain. "How dare you, Raizada? We could abduct her, have our way with her, and keep her as my mistress. We asked fairly out of principle instead of taking her."

"Touch one of our women against her will, and you'll see how fairly we treat you," One of the capos of the serpent sneers at Mr.Doobay.

Arnav leans back in his chair, his movements deceptively calm. His eyes, dark and unrelenting, pin the consigliere in place.

The consigliere's bravado flares again. "Against her will? I could have her begging for me in no ti....."

Hardly.

Another gunshot echoes, silencing the room.

The consigliere slumps forward, lifeless, his blood pooling on the floor. The room descends into a suffocating silence, broken only by the faint hum of air conditioning.

Mr.Naik wipes a splatter of blood from his face, his expression a mix of shock and fury.

"What the hell, Raizada?" Naik growls, his voice trembling with barely contained rage.

Arnav doesn't even blink. "He was annoying me."

Arnav adjusts his cufflinks, his expression unbothered. His voice is steady, commanding. "Mr.Naik, Appoint someone more competent. Someone who understands that shit talk has no place in negotiations."

"I can say the same about you," Mr.Naik snaps.

"Does Mr.Naik forget that I am not appointed?.....I inherited the post." His gaze sweeps the room, daring anyone to challenge him. When no one does, he fixes his eyes on Mr.Naik. "Now stop wasting our time. Mr.Rathore will announce the negotiation terms. Listen carefully so you can fulfil it without further delays. I don't want any more interruption."

He leans back as Mr.Rathore promises them the eagle's protection and assurance, and the wolves agree to release Mr.Jha in return for their land and a promise never to interfere in their business.

But Arnav's mind is elsewhere. A new plan is brewing to cage the little bird, and the enforcer of his plan will be none other than...Mr.Rathore.

It's time for Mr. Rathore to do something for him. And for her.

Although it means releasing her from one cage only to trap her in another. But what other choice did she leave for him?

Author's note:

Goodbye, 2024. May the friends we've made this year stay with us in the year to come, for very few pains are greater than losing a friend.

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Why I love One Piece

An essay made at the request of @superbkryptoniteavenue

One Piece is an anime about pirates at first glance. I first found the series when I was in the third grade. When I started watching the anime, I couldn't get enough of it. Years later, I'm still watching it, and I'm finding new things to love about it. Okay, the first paragraph is filled out, now let's get to some One Piece. Now come aboard and bring along all your hopes and dreams.

When I first found One Piece, it was a manga sitting in my school library. Nowadays, I usually start a new series from either the first episode or the first volume. However, One Piece was different in that I started from Volume 3, when Luffy, our main protagonist, meets his future navigator, Nami. The volume also introduced the first major threat Luffy and his crew faced off against; The Buggy Pirates. However, the one scene that I love more than any other in this manga was something that showed me how different Luffy was from the other pirates.

Before getting into that, let me give you a basic run-down of One Piece, and I mean VERY basic, because getting any deeper can be as troublesome as diving for treasure. First, the setting of One Piece is a world that is best described as one big ocean with islands dotting here and there. The world is in what's referred to as The Great Pirate Era, starting from when Gold Roger, the most famous pirate, was executed and with his dying words, declared that he left a treasure to be found, sparking the era. Whoever finds this treasure becomes the King of the Pirates, which is the end goal of our main protagonist, Monkey D. Luffy, who is a rubberman with the powers of rubber, which he gained after eating the Gum-Gum Fruit, a Devil Fruit.

I'll save you the long list from there, but it all makes sense as you go along. Anyways, the part that made me understand what kind of pirate Luffy is happened in the first volume I read, where there's a dog guarding a pet store for his dead master. A pirate with a giant lion attacks it and burns it to the ground. Luffy hunts down the pirate, easily overpowers the lion, then knocks out the pirate. He then comes back to the dog, handing him what's left of the pet store; a box of dog food. It's for this reason, among others, that Luffy is my favorite protagonist.

If I could find more One Piece, I wanted to get it. Bear in mind, this was back in the day when anime was only on the internet if you were lucky enough to find it. Especially if you were living outside of Japan and the USA. So when I found the anime, I hopped into as much as I could. I remember finding a website of just One Piece, and I binge-watched it for about a week. Ever since, it's been one binge-watch after the other.

East Blue, Baroque Works, Skypeia, Enies Lobby, Thriller Bark, Saobody Archipelago- I'd seen them all and I loved everything each one of them brought! Thus far, the best arc is Enies Lobby, since I felt like everyone was fighting as hard as they could and has probably some of the best, most tear-jerking moments in the entire series. Not to say the other arcs don't have their moments, but this was the one that cemented One Piece in my heart. Heck, I'll sometimes go back and rewatch the scenes because they're so good!

I find it funny, actually, how a series about such a simple character has developed into this huge world with its own intrigues and deeper lore. And it can all be pretty much summed up as, "And then Luffy happened." There's a secret shadow plot involving the World Government; there's a pirate running around stealing other people's powers; there's a talking skeleton, a giant dragon, and a living cartoon character as a god! It's all so awesome!

So, why do I love One Piece? Well... I love it because it's fun! I love it because it brings up interesting questions! I love it because it makes me laugh with joy, clench my fists in rage, and wipe my eyes for... reasons. I won't say it's perfect because it does have its flaws, but that won't stop me from enjoying Luffy and his crew making these short pit-stops that devolve into colossal battles that reshape the islands, if not the entire ocean itself!

So... Yeah. That's why I love One Piece.

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What are some of your inspirations for character designs and the overall world? Some are very clear such as: Madcom, Adventure Time, All Tomorrows, and The Thief and the Cobbler. I would love to know more about the development and evolution of your ocs :]

get ready your yapping ears XDD

they're all a merge of a bajillion inspirations and original ideas, i gotta credit tvtropes.org for pretty much being the source of every story's ideas haha. was a big fan of taking existing cliches and adding a few what ifs next to it as a basis

(this world is basically just earth but what if plastics are alive and treated life like pollution XD 😭😭😭👍 )

anyway it ruined my life, highly recommend. i can list the tropes i took inspiration from, but i don't want to stray away from the question too much

i'll give the main media inspirations that you haven't mentioned, mostly will be uneths cuz its the most developed

though ironically, I wasn't all too inspired by all tomorrows 🙃 i was already a fan of grotesque designs and human sub-species before discovering it haha

unethical spite

polaroid's design doesn't come from anywhere, generic good guy? lol

i really liked the idea of silhouettes being the main design (where brush strokes within the body disappears instead of defined). i don't always go by that rule though 👩‍🦽

his personality mainly comes from bunny in boo bunny plague, from how he talks to his actual voice (pol even plays music in regards to the same genre LMAO)

its a mediocre game with a strange story but it holds sentimentality XDD the music slaps though, listen to this

for some reason the ost isn't in youtube, soundcloud or spotify. too underrated i guess. you can ask me for the full soundtrack plus a secret lil comic they got made. im a boo bunny fan i dont care if the story is generic, bunny is polaroid's true parent 😭😭😭

a few others is karl from law of talos (a popular deviantart oc tournament story animated by unknown person. i had a little baby dream of participating one day but i'll probably let everyone kill my characters easily XDDD wish those events came back tho),

shrike by zeurel (now a series named monkey wrench, but originally inspired by the older version called civil war: down to earth. you can still watch the reupload),

and dagur from how to train your dragon series i mean seriously this motherfucker is insane look at him

and also baldur from god of war 4 man i love insane mfs

he was already loosely south american but my friend gatu convinced me to make him peruvian because of how much things were similar XD i didn't mean it but cool i guess!!! win win

his human design doesn't have much but his ears were very specifically inspired from jumba (lilo and stitch) LOLOL - originally for the pirate au but pol with normal ears uneased me too much so i made it part of canon (and also grub already has similar ears so 🗣️🗣️🗣️) shhhhh they mesmerised me, i could not stop drawing them 😭👊

extra btw, pirate au is inspired by treasure planet 😱

ui's design actually first came from limbo (game by playdead which also inspired,,, well. limbo 👹👹👹 not enough black and white ideas in general 😔)

his shapeshifting ability was originally inspired from generator rex (and eventually akira when i kept hearing it was the inspiration lol). then evangelion, the angels were my favourite to watch XD ramiel best girl real

slowly he's evolved to be inspired by ???% from mob psycho 100, to auditor along with his role being the (false) villain, then to giygas from earthbound (spoilers) which is why he got very big and swirly(?)

i started to lean more on him being those generic sleep paralysis demons or dark lords. because he is one

a few notable mentions for his personality is gunny from boo bunny, and samurai jack. he used to be fully non verbal while polaroid is the talkative one haha

i had a time i was inspired to use music symbols, and this symbol was what fit ui the most (bass clef)

now you can't unsee him too 🤣🤣🤣

his parent arc is inspired from you are umasou (japanese dino movie), nani (lilo and stitch) and god of war 4 (kratos' new voice is the true god 🤼‍♀️🤼‍♀️🤼‍♀️), there's a pretty obscure webcomic by bogleech called awful hospital where the main character (fern) is trying to find her son- another big inspiration

his "goldfish" design is inspired by bloody bunny (semi spoilers, when the sister turns into a monster form), the spaceship from a pilot film called starship goldfish (hence the name pff, i'll wait till the day i die for this series), and a scene in kaiba (2008) where the main character turned into a giant white hippo plushie lol

small warning for kaiba, it looks cartoony but has adult themes. actually many things i shared here has pretty adult themes lmaoekakejdioajdidj

shi xuan used to be my first sona XD obviously all the bad stuff was going to her (spared him by killing her honestly)

he's based on toon link (legend of zelda wind waker), then slowly inspired by lilo (lilo and stitch). looks a lot like frisk from undertale but ironically never inspired XD more on foreigners calling me asian eyes(??)

then umasou (you are umasou), the lost (binding of isaac), and eventually i settled with her being a "pontianak" which is the malay/indonesian name for that popular horror of a woman wearing a long white dress with long hair

i remember he's vaguely supposed to be a living corpse named "pocong" in my language but that idea was scrapped and the body is separated to belong to another dead kid. might get back to that idea one day

his personality is mostly based on a general nihilistic optimist mindset, i have her act a bit more similar to polaroid which got ui bond with her easier. and also why polaroid most likely doesn't like how much she reminds him of himself haha (but if they take the time to bond, he'll like her. in aus only 👹)

benoît is full on just the 1337 agent with a bit of the boy from inside (playdead). he's more based on general tropes of being the villain's goon but put more personality (and not actually being assigned the job XDDDDDDDDD) so he has a lot more original ideas to play with

unrelated but my name mama boy (or motherly boy) came from the fact that i called the boy from inside that purely because of that one moment he met some baby chickens XD a boy who is motherly. for like 1 minute before lauching them to push a box off the ceiling 🤷‍♀️

the hivemind idea from madcom version originated from inside too

initially i wanted him to be an unseen announcer/narrator like from stanley parable who's less demanding. this was before he got his own design, i could do more with that idea maybe

lauren used to be an entirely cartoon turtle and one of the oldest characters made. im a turtle person so obviously i drew turtle characters with those generic mary sue designs lol

eventually he turned more and more into an angel and i thought why not just make him biblically accurate and turned him into a turtle fetus 💐

meow too started out that way, originally named talo (she still has many names like porlivium but talo is scrapped) and was more leaning on the trope where turtles always had cities on their backs as they move

main inspiration design is that rock from kangaroo island, the other parts of the design is just my own ideas. i liked shadow of the colossus a lot so she was inspired from that world

her main idea is the calling countries a she or he. this was soon inspired to be what all respawns are, being objects with genders even though it doesn't really make sense lol. singapore is called she a lot in her birthday/national day 💃

nowadays meow's starting to become a beetle than turtle, and decided what's the funniest personality i could put on a living piece of the entire world's land? mean girl 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

she used to be bigger than woe and where you look at the sky, she stares back with a more visible massive eye (before she got turned into a cyborg). this idea was scrapped

she soon took the place of ben's role of narrator, though this is more involved on the backrooms saga

high up the chimneys

grub and bee is obviously the thief and the cobbler XD other than that, inspired from bees and mosquitoes, their own professions' outfits plus general contids and porlivean designs and that's kinda it

grub is a take on the trope of the grumpy neighbour next door. except he's shamelessly annoying for no reason, everywhere and you can't escape him. just like mosquitoes XD

bee too is a take on the trope of a goody two shoes that's too much of an optimist. since he's a bee, i made him short tempered and full of ptsd

dr tea was inspired by karl too, but later toned down to just becoming a normal bartender. with a twist of him venting to the drunk people instead of people venting to him BHAHA

syiara (sugar) is a big work in progress, but her uniform design is based on a cockroach lol

coyote is kinda obvious in being inspired by the ending of inside (ifyouknowyouknow)

time to die!

you got the gist of it XD it's pretty much just adventure time but if finn is a psychopath (kinda offset this where he's not that violent anymore, but he's still a psychopath)

pablo aside from finn is also inspired by shrike (hence he uses the orange suit), and found out that finn also uses orange for his pajamas so that's a nice coincidence XD

clyde is jake but design-wise is directly the ship from the season (spoilers) where finn finds the other humans

kiki is literally baby from civil war (with shrike) lmao. sad hes gone though, unless he's hidden in monkey wrench and will be introduced later

carl is.... karl XD 😭 though his idea was from a space dandy episode, if i remember there was an alien species that turns into another character and pretends to be them (the name meow is also taken here but her personality isnt based on the character)

also one reference i kept mentioning is the "my style!!!" quote belonging from adventure time xD forgot which episode. finn got shaved and exclaimed that lol

loop fracture

ken is based off both limbo and inside by playdead, is more a trope of the generic isekai (reversed) protagonist kid but i made him feral 👹

peep is based trico from the last guardian. notable mention (not an inspiration but VERY similar design i found XD) is anna from my daemon. honestly i was shook at this, even had a character that looked like ui and ISNT a villain without reason? ✋ goodbye my originality, i stole from it all along (jkjk

flight or fight

lil' venango is based off a mix of little red riding hood and death. she's mostly inspired by a song called me and mr wolf xD

(the wolf meant to be coyote, whom is to be eaten by venango)

the world overall is mainly inspired by kaiba (2008), here and there inspired by nevada (madcom), a bunch of studio ghibli movies lol, A PLETHORA of animation student films (notably gobelins, animation workshop, etc) with some usual (+ experimental) animation films independent from schools, and lots of real life places

im sure theres more inspirations i forget to mention, but i've yapped more than enough of the quota for today and my brain has exploded BYE BYE

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Reading the original Conan tales after only knowing pop-culture images and fictional derivatives for a long time is a very interesting experience.

It is true that a lot of fantasy tropes, cliches and typical characters/scenarios do come from this series... It also helps that Howard was basically writing by archetype variations, repeating endlessly the same skeleton with different sets of organs and skins - faithful to the true Weird Tales/pulpy fiction tradition.

Also true that a lot of the problems and bad things recurring in older fantasy come from this series. Conan is a poster boy of toxic masculinity X) Though it is hard to take the whole thing seriously due to how Howard uses "barbarian" and "civilized" in a very... free way let's say. Conan's writing was basically a prophecy of those modern-day macho-influencers with their obsession for "living like a real man". I mean when you start writing that "waking up like a barbarian man, and not a civilized man" is waking up immediately ready to act and jump, immediately aware of everything and everyone around you, a la Granny Weatherwax...

Speaking of Discworld: reading Conan's original stories makes me enjoy even more Conan parodies (Discworld's Cohen) or subversions (Abercrombie's Ninefingers)

People do not give the Conan series enough credit for shaping the "evil sorcerer" character type in fantasy with its MYRIADS of evil priests, wicked wizards and other devious sorcerers.

We GET IT Howard, you're afraid of SNAKES okay (and to monkeys on a secondary degree) YOU'RE REALLY NOT SUBTLE ABOUT IT. I know understand where the bizarre snake obsession of the Cthulhu mythos came from - I mean alongside horrors like Nyarlathotep or Azathoth you have stuff like Yig who just... gave birth to a snake? And is a sort of snake man, or big snake? And that's it? Now I get who pushed for this...

Speaking of the Conan-Lovecraft connections: you thought Lovecraft's stories were racist? WAIT UNTIL YOU READ THE CONAN TALES. And I couldn't even get though the first Solomon Kane story... Wow.

The way the women are written. It's... interesting.

But despite all of the stuff that make you roll your eyes or laugh out loud due to how ridiculous it is... There's scenes here and there of, you know, good old' darkly poetic, eldritch-cosmic fantasy, where you see more of the Lovecraftian Circle influence. I don't like the series as a whole and some stories were clearly written hastily for a penny at a magazine, but I also completely agree that some of the Conan tales are absolutely classics of fantasy which shaped the genre as a whole.

Also enhances my love for the Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser stories, as a well-needed, fresh, shaking update to the Conan-styled fantasy.

I need to re-watch the movies now that I read the original stories. I know there are the comics and D&D between the two but I need to rewatch the movies to see how the evolution went, and whether it will make me laugh as much.

[nanomooselet]

Little but Fierce III

I love Meryl so much. Imma talk about all the ways she's terrible.

First watching the show, I had her clocked pretty much from the moment she opened her mouth and the moment she first appeared on the screen.

Oh Lord. This child is insufferable.

She's twenty-three, just out of college, from a sheltered background, and determined to solve all the world's problems, but she'd have a much easier time of it if she weren't such a scold. She's prissy. She's judgemental. Because nothing in the world lives up to her standards, she's going to shout at it until it does. It's endearing now because she's so little and cute, but she will encounter someone unwilling to put up with it sooner or later, and she had better hope she survives that encounter to learn from it.

Reminder that her first appearance in the manga is striding onto the panel like a queen and then whipping out a megaphone to announce she's from the insurance society, like any of the people she's talking to have any reason to care. She's, uh. She's a real woman of conviction.

What makes this Meryl seem so young is that she still has a lot of faith in the rules, and that the way things should be is indeed the way they are. Why wouldn't she? Her family is wealthy, she just got out of school and this is her dream job. Her whole life so far has kept her cushioned from pain and consequences, as well what exists on the edge of society - violence, poverty, corruption - as well as the edges of her own reality - the truth about the Plants, the existential terror of a being like Knives, who so virulently hates her species and has the power to crush them at will, for any reason, at any time. And of a being like Vash, whose power is even greater, but whose appearance is so purposefully soft.

That dude she's yelling in the face of could vaporise the planet they're standing on, if he felt like it. He would never, but that doesn't change having that capacity, or that there are individuals who will do anything to obtain control of his power.

What makes Meryl such a fantastic character despite these flaws is that upon encountering proof of her ignorance, she doesn't double down. She's surprised, and often scared, but primarily she's saddened, or even outraged. Why is the world this way? What can she do about it? What action can she take?

That's the perfect trait for a journalist, and I also think the reason that Vash likes her - and Roberto, too. It's why both of them are determined to protect her, and Roberto comes to adopt (or perhaps reclaim) a little righteousness by her example.

She doesn't belong on No Man's Land, but then none of them do. No one wanted to be here. Nevertheless they are here.

What can they do together to make it a kinder world?

Also, one more thing.

There's an argument for how hard it is write female characters that the audience won't instantly loathe. It's called the Galbrush Problem, after a theoretical genderbend of Guybrush Threepwood from the Monkey Island series. They're point-and-click adventure games, and they're very silly - Guybrush's entire backstory, as far as we learn, is that he washed up on a beach in the Caribbean as a teenager with the burning ambition to be a pirate and no practical skills in the field whatsoever.

Sample dialogue:

Elaine: Ugh, let's face it, LeChuck! You're an evil, foul-smelling, vile, codependent villain, and that's just not what I'm looking for in a romantic relationship right now! LeChuck: Darn yer riddles, ye saucy female! What do ye mean?!

They're engaged in a high stakes sea battle at the time. Elaine is defending the port she governs from LeChuck's skeleton pirate crew. (Hauntingly realistic reaction to a woman's unambiguous rejection from LeChuck, though.)

Anyway the Galbrush Problem suggests that a Galbrush version of these games would come across as offensive, because Guybrush is a comedic protagonist. He's subjected to slapstick, mocked, rendered the butt of jokes. He says and does absolutely ridiculous things. Who'd enjoy a woman being a victim of such humiliation?

I hate the Galbrush Problem as an argument.

Because Guybrush might be hard to take seriously, but he's still loveable - he's quick-witted, charming, and his many failures combined with his unwillingness to let them ever get him down for long actually make him a little inspiring. And we don't just watch him, we embody him - we relate to him. His absurd challenges are ours to overcome and his cracking wise in the face of craziness is something we sort of wish we could do. We'll all look a bit ridiculous at least some of the time. That's not something gender specific.

It's not a problem to write a woman being goofy. Not unless you present that as her only trait, or her as the only woman, or failure as the only outcome of her actions. Meryl completely explodes the Galbrush problem by being hilarious - she and Vash get to play comedic partners pretty frequently early on and it's always great, and her stupid sibling fights with Wolfwood are splendid. It doesn't make her offensive. She's fun! We need levity! That tomas is hauling around a bunch of fricking coffins!

The wonder of Trigun as a story is that everyone in it is so gloriously, painfully human, even the ones who pretend not to be. Is there really something offensive about affording women that courtesy too? Really?

Maybe I get too pissy about it, I don't know, but I've been a fandom cryptid for some twenty years, and was once determined to enter a profession where there was straight up a conspiracy to prevent women being protagonists, or when they are protagonists, having partners or lovers, because it meant they were less appealing and available.

Lookit this silly marshmallow. What about her is unappealing? What about her is offensive? I mean, apart from the fact that at this rate she's going to give that poor man a heart attack.

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[quitealotofsodapop]

Macaque in the "Century Stone Egg au";

Basically XD

LBD accidentally gets the whiff of Sun Wukong being back + "having a future heir", and gives this information to the imprisioned Macaque to enrage him into working for her.

The second Macaque is revived, he still yeets the Skeleton Key far away as in canon, and books it towards FFM to see Wukong.

He doesn't even know *why* he's so insistent on seeing Wukong right now. His mind is running on fumes atm. Who is the heir? Why was Wukong apparently "gone" for so long? Hey, who are these people hanging around the island?

Macaque likely skulks around the island at first for a few days to scope out the situation. What monkey could measure up to his former mate to be an heir? Macaque makes a loud gulp as the figure of his King (somehow more beautiful than he remembered) turns to see him.

Wukong: *confused "hm?"* Macaque: *still a mess from his revival. Eyes fixated on both Wukong and... Wukong's swollen stomach* Wukong: *too shocked too speak. Eye start watering with a mix of joy and fear* Macaque: "Is... how?" Wukong, voice croaking with emotion: "After I lost you, it seemed like the right idea." Macaque: "Was it with someone or-" *eyes widen* "You made a Stone Egg didn't you?" Wukong: *nods with a mix of smug pride* Macaque, lets out a relieved gasp: "Peaches if I wasn't so mad at being killed right now, I'd grab you and hold you and kiss you." Wukong, laughing with tears: "Don't worry. Your jiějie will do it in my stead." Macaque: "Huh? what do you mean-" PIF, slams in to Mac at mach speed: "LIU'ER MIHOU! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?" *hugs him in chokehold* "I've been alone for almost 500 years making sure no one bothered Wukong or my future niece!" Wukong: "Tieshan, I told you, there's no way to know for certain what they'll identity as." *turns to Mac* "Sorry Plums. She insisted I get an ultrasound to check on the baby. I have photos if you want to see them?" Macaque: *can't breath cus tightness of PIF's hold/has no idea what an ultrasound is, but tail thumps with delight* The rest of the gang: *mouths agape in shock* Σ(ﾟ口ﾟ;)//

Macaque openly cries when he sees/understands the ultrasound photos. (Sound that allows you to hear the shape/condition of the baby? Super cool!) He's sobbing at how beautiful his mate is, and how perfect *their* cub is already!! It's hard to remind Mac that Wukong is technically the Egg's only parent, but the gang let him have this fatherly pride. He's a little peeved that Wukong went through with the Stone Egg process despite the warnings from Gibbon and Baboon, but upon learning "Thats what the immortalities were for", he starts crying/realising so much all at once.

The subjects of the island all have a massive party to welcome Macaque back, something the Warrior honestly didn't expect. He didn't know that even for what he'd done, their people still missed their Kings' mate. And now he's back!!

In the Century Egg au, Macaque likely isn't carrying the Eclipse twins... or they're underdeveloped to the point that Mac is stuck incubating them for about a few years (like 10+) more until they're ready to pop out. He'd only find out about them out of his own curiousity at the ultrasound tech - Sandy has to catch Mac mid-faint at the news.

With his mate (tenative but healing relationship) by his side Wukong finally births his egg. Newborn "Xiaotian" has double the amount of parents (much more the amount of family) Wukong had originally planned for!

Macaque isn't jealous of the baby. Far from it. This is the infant his mate wanted so badly to have, that he risked the wraths of Heaven and Diyu to create and be there for. Xiaotian is Mac and Wukong's joy personified. Macaque's stone monkey instincts kick in and he's running around like super-dad; tending to the baby and/or Wukong whenever the King needs.

Macaque is also secretly really touched that Wukong kept loyal to him even centuries after his death. Still wonders why tf he died tho (S5 related probably).

[oyasumillie]

What's monkey Orlov's fit in the story of all your characters?

/SLAMS DESK/ Yes, I wanted to talk about that! I'm going to put it under this because this might be long

So, in my story, the gem team was created by scientists and supervised by the Verans (i forgot how it is written ;; but Antauri's masters) because they foretold that the monkey team would fail fighting against skeleton king (which eventually didn't ocurred, as they submitted to the evil on their own in that episode).

So that's the context.

About Orlov now. The scientists worked hard to get the first successful gem monkey. And that was Orlov. He was supposed to be the leader of the team, that's why he has a black diamond ad his gem.

What happened with Orlov was that he was very talented managing both the power of his gem and the power primate. The scientists were very proud of him for that. But the Verans weren't really sure.

Why? Because Orlov's nature. He was more calm at first but as he kept improving he started showing red flags. You see, Orlov doesn't have ill intentions (unlike Orlov in my OU), but he has a chaotic nature, more likely chaotic neutral. They started to wonder if he was fit to be the leader of the team or if it was okay that he was acquiring so much power.

Eventually, some incident happens when Orlov loses control (not sure exactly how yet) and they realize that he is a threat. So, they tricked him to keep his guard down and captured him. To make sure to get rid of him, they took the gem on his chest and broke it.

They thought that was all but there's a thing about the diamond wielders. They have two gems and to kill them, you need to destroy both gems and even then you can be so sure that they are gone. Instead they get trapped in other dimension within their gem.

And that's where Orlov went and was trapped in (hence the chains around his wrists).

That's the origin story of Orlov haha

Now, with my other monkeys. In the original AU, only Althea and Orion know more about Orlov. That's because they were made to avoid the mistake they made first. They decided to separate powers, making Althea the one that wields mystical power and Orion wields brute force. They both have knowledge in what the other do, but there's certain inclination to what they are meant to do.

So, in the original AU, Orlov is more like past history. The team doesn't really involve with him.

But I have this other AU, in which the full gem team survives, but they are forced to stay in their planet, mainly because Althea's orders. In this AU, she's aware of the other scenarios that could have happen to her team, so she wants them to be safe as possible.

I picture this scenario in season 5 (cries), where the monkey team realizes that they need extra help to continue with the battle. That's when Antauri reveals that he knows about the gem team and that might be able to help.

They travelled to the gem planet (I can't spell it, gomen), and meet the gem team. They ask for their help but Althea refuses immediately.

Some other things happen in between but it would be too long to talk about, it isn't relevant either. So, what ocurrs next is that when the team is leaving, they are attacked by sudden sharp pieces of rocks, mainly targeted at Chiro.

I'm still working on this, but I've thinking that Mandarin took control of Orlov's broken gem, but was still able to use his powers (not at full capacity tho).

The mission then is to retrieve the gem (and kick mandarin's butt /lh). Eventually, Mandarin founds the missing pieces of the gem (all of the parts were in really hidden places but you know, he's not dumb and he was trained there before, so he knows where he's going and he was aware of Orlov's existence, so does Antauri btw).

He puts the pieces all together and fixes the gem, which sets Orlov free. Mandarin hopes to use him to fight the hyperforce, but Orlov attacks him instead.

Why is that? Because during his imprisonment, he could catch glimpses of the gem team and he grew fond to them (unlike OA!Orlov that he resents them, specially Althea).

I'm haven't thought much about what happens next, but the thing is that Orlov is out and Althea doesn't have the heart to lock him up again. So now, she has to make sure that he doesn't go out of control.

And the gem team eventually goes to help the Hyperforce, but that's another story.

So yeah, this is what I can tell about Orlov :>