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[chibinasuu]

Ghost Ship | Straw Hats x Reader

★ requested by @supernatural-hunter1 (see here)

Summary: There’s no need to fear Davy Jones and his ship of ghosts. After all, it’s just a myth… or is it? Tags: sfw, platonic straw hats x reader, GN!reader, no use of y/n

Disclaimer: There are many myths and legends about Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman, but the one here is my reimagined version, borrowing elements from One Piece’s Flying Dutchman lore (Fishman Island Arc, ch. 606) and some from the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise. 

It was a festive night onboard the Thousand Sunny. 

Earlier, the Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates had begged the cook to prepare a feast tonight, without any reasons whatsoever. The cook was hesitant at first, as he was not one to use excessive ingredients when unnecessary, but with the last of the fresh supplies they got at Water 7 on the brink of losing their quality, Sanji had relented and cooked up an extravagant banquet for the crew. 

Not wanting to waste a beautiful moonlit night, the Straw Hats set up picnic blankets on the Sunny’s lawn deck to enjoy their dinner. Franky had busted out his ukulele, playing a cheery tune that transformed the quiet night into a lively one. A portable metal fire pit sat in the center of the lawn, the flames providing light and warmth as the crew partied the night away. 

It was not uncommon for this particular crew that a night of drinking would evolve into a night of daring each other to do stupid things. Luffy’s face was currently caked with Nami’s makeup, Zoro and Sanji were reluctantly interlocking hands as per Robin’s dare, and Chopper had one of Franky’s (clean) underwear strung between his antlers. The dares were getting more and more ridiculous as the game went on, to the point where Usopp had just challenged you to skinny-dip off the side of the ship. One glance over the railing at the dark, cold, and uninviting waters had you sitting back down on the deck. 

“Yeah, right,” You scoffed and downed a shot in lieu of doing the dare, “That’d get me sent straight to Davy Jones’ locker!”

“Whose what now?” Usopp asked with his head tilted in confusion, the phrase unfamiliar to his ears.

It was such a common saying in the South Blue, where you were from, that you just blurted it out unthinkingly. There were no Southern seafarers who didn’t know about the mythical pirate Davy Jones and his ship full of ghosts. 

“The Davy Jones’ locker.” You repeated matter-of-factly. Surprisingly, none of your crewmates seemed to show even a hint of recognition. You eyed them one by one, but all of them sported similar blank looks, “Oh c’mon, Davy Jones? The Flying Dutchman? Ring a bell?”

“Robin, you must know it.” You turned to the archaeologist, certain that she must have read about the legend before in one of her books, but she merely shook her head.

“No way,” you looked at your crew in disbelief, “And you call yourselves pirates?”

“Hey!” Luffy protested indignantly, “What’s a flying locker got to do with being a pirate?” 

“Huh,” you shrugged, “Guess the story’s only popular in South Blue then.”

“Ooh, a story?” Chopper leaned forward toward you in anticipation, “I wanna hear it!”

“Alright then, listen up.” You looked at your friends with a sly smile, “But beware, this tale is not for the fainthearted.”

You started the story, lowering your voice in a mediocre attempt to sound spooky, “Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, a pirate crew was sailing on troubled waters when its captain – by the name of Davy Jones – suddenly fell ill and lost his mind. He killed his whole crew, chucking them off the ship one by one into the angry sea.”

Robin’s eyes sparkled with intrigue, while Zoro looked unbothered, but was listening intently nonetheless. Luffy was munching on some meat, only half paying attention. Franky had put down his ukulele, and Sanji took a long drag of his cigarette, eyes never straying away from you. Usopp, Nami, and Chopper had started to huddle together, never ones to enjoy scary stories. 

“When he came to, Davy Jones realized what terrible deed he had done and blamed the gods for his madness, throwing curses at the rulers of the seas and the skies.”

The silence that now shrouded the chilly night only added to the tense atmosphere, broken just by the low whistle of the winds against the sails and the faint crash of the waves against the hull. No one dared breathe a word to interrupt as you continued your tale. 

“The gods were furious and punished Davy Jones to roam the seas for eternity aboard his ship, the Flying Dutchman, doomed to ferry the souls of those lost to the sea to the world beyond, far deep through the oceanic abyss, which sailors came to know as the Davy Jones’ locker.”

Unbeknownst to the crew, a shroud of unnatural mist has started to surround the ship. Its tendrils snaked through the gaps and crevices, slowly infiltrating the deck.

“They say the Flying Dutchman still roams the seas to this day, never able to make port.” You paused for dramatic effect, “People say, that if you’re unlucky enough to encounter it, you could hear the lost souls onboard the ghost ship sing; Dead men tell no tales, dead men have no desires. Dead men don’t need jewels on their–”

“ENOUGH!!” Usopp yelled, covering his ears, “That’s enough, I don’t want to hear it anymore!”

By this point, the fog had gotten so thick that it was impossible not to notice. The crew was suddenly overcome with a sense of dread, goosebumps creeping on their skin.

“Wh-what is this mist?!” Nami shrieked, “What’s happening?! I don’t like this!”

Zoro and Sanji stood up, whipping their heads around in search of enemies or threats, but nothing emerged from within the murk. Nami and Usopp were now clinging to each other, screaming their heads off when suddenly, Chopper pointed at something in the distance and squealed, “Wh-wh-what’s that?!”

A silhouette of an old, rickety vessel materialized from beyond the mist, sailing head-on toward the Thousand Sunny. Its tattered sails swayed in the winds, a faded glow cloaking its body. 

Screams of panic filled the air as Usopp, Nami, and Chopper ran around in terror.

“That’s it, I’m going inside! You guys deal with that!” Nami exclaimed, rushing towards the safety of the sleeping quarters.

“Oi, Nami, wait for me!” Usopp ran after her, Chopper closely following behind, “Can I sleep in the girls’ room tonight?!”

“Nah, man.” Zoro shook his head, “Give me monsters or devils, and I’ll fight them. But, I don’t fuck with things I can’t cut with my swords.” He said before hightailing it to the boys’ quarters.

Sanji stammered that he was “definitely not scared of ghosts, unlike the cowardly mosshead” but claimed that he wanted to make some midnight snacks and speed-walked to the kitchen. The mere mention of a midnight snack had Luffy following Sanji like a puppy, all thoughts of ghosts or whatever vanishing from his mind, and so he too, was gone. 

With most of the Straw Hats cowering inside, the deck was once again plunged into a thick silence as the mysterious ship crept closer and closer.

A sudden slow clap permeated the stillness.

You looked behind you to see Robin smiling knowingly, “Incredible.” She chuckled, addressing you and the only other remaining Straw Hat on deck, “How did you two do it?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Robin.” You deflected unconvincingly, trying to hold back a smile.

“Yeah, Robin, what do you mean?” Franky added with a cheeky grin, “That’s totally a real ghost ship comin’ right at us.” 

“Alright, keep your secrets.” Robin said with a laugh, “I’m going to bed. Make sure you clean up nicely, hm?”

Once Robin was out of sight, Franky offered his big metal hand to you, and you slapped it in an enthusiastic high-five. The two of you broke out in laughter, ecstatic at the success – for the most part – of your harmless but elaborate prank. 

“Ah, that was a good one.” He sighed, wiping a stray tear from his eye, “Did you see their faces?” 

You grinned at him, “I thought we fooled everyone, but Robin’s a tough one, isn’t she?”

“She’s super smart,” Franky laughed, “I knew from the beginning that she wouldn’t buy it.”

He took out a remote from his shirt pocket and pushed the big red button on it. Instantly, the mirage of the ghost ship disappeared as the light projector hidden inside the lion figurehead’s mouth was deactivated. The smoke machines mounted through the side portholes also died down, and the thick fog surrounding the ship gradually dissipated. 

Since no one was around anymore, you and Franky took up the job of cleaning up the lawn, considering it as a way to make up for the fright you gave the rest of the crew. You stacked the dirty plates, gathered all the empty booze bottles, and folded up the blankets. The big, yellow moon provided ample brightness even as Franky killed the fire. 

“Franky,” You called out as you noticed something in the horizon, “I thought you shut off the machine.”

“Yeah, I did.” The cyborg replied without even looking at you, still focused on cleaning the fire pit. 

A chill of uneasiness ran through you at his answer, “Then… what’s that?”

Franky looked up at your shaky voice and turned to the front of the ship, eyes bulging in shock at what met his sight. 

A curtain of thick, black fog coated the ocean and sky ahead, swallowing the stars from the sky and plunging the waters into total darkness, where no moonlight reached it.

And the Sunny was sailing right at it. 

You and Franky could only stare at the unfathomable phenomenon as you stood frozen side-by-side.

“Oh, we are super fucked, aren’t we?”

a/n: bonus points if you got what the thick fog at the end was supposed to be! anyway, i had so much fun writing this!! it might be a bit early for a halloween post but i hope you all enjoyed this silly little fic nonetheless 🧡

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[inuyassa]

HELLO!!! Can i make a Luffy x F!reader (not dating YET but mutual pining) request where the reader gets injured during a fight but hides it from the crew because the victory party started, (and because after everything Luffy has been through recently the reader doesn't want him to worry) BUT she goes down half way through the party?

What is Luffy's reaction??

Angst to comfort ig?? does that make sense???

THANK.

OMG YOU KNOW I LOVE ME SOME ANGST!!!!!!! I hope this is what you were thinking/hoping!!

Luffy x F!Reader

Request

Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Blood, and Implied Injury. Some mature language.

Wake Up...

She gripped the edge of the bathroom sink as she placed another round of antiseptic on the wound.  It was a fresh laceration, bright red and still bleeding.  She had only received it a day ago while the crew was ashore and attacked by a local gang.  The fight was short lived, but she still took quite a few hits, and when one came at her with a knife…

It would be so simple to just go to Chopper and ask to be patched up, but by the time everyone made their way back to the ship, the party was underway.  Drinks and food and music, complements of Zoro, Sanji, and Brook respectively.  It was one of the first times since reuniting that the crew was able to celebrate a win together.  Luffy was overjoyed, his smile was back after so much pain…how could she ruin that by making him worry?

After another painful round of wound cleaner, she made her way back onto the deck.  Brook was jamming away on his violin while Sanji pined after Robin and Nami with plates of sweets and mugs of tea.  Zoro laughed through a half drunk bottle of sake while Luffy devoured a full serving of meat on the bone. The sounds of laughter once again filled the deck of the Thousand Sunny.  She smiled, her eyes growing heavy.  She braced herself against the nearby pillar and tried to stop the world from spinning. 

“Hey kiddo, you doing okay?” Franky walked up beside her, he had been making his way to the spread of food when he saw her loose balance.  She looked up at him, his smile faded when he saw how pale she looked, her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat.  “Woah, buddy, you don’t look too good,” he said, putting a large, strong hand on your shoulder.  “You need me to get Chopper?”

She grinned, feeling the world swallow her up.  “Hey, Franky,” she began.  “Don’t let me hit my head okay?” Her legs buckled beneath her and she fell.  Franky lunged forward to catch her, easing her onto the ground.  “Kid? Kid! Hey, we need help over here!”

Franky’s voice cut through the jovial music, causing Brook to freeze and the rest of the crew to look towards him.  When Luffy saw her on the ground, he rushed over, leaving his half eaten meat behind.  Chopper followed closely behind, grabbing his bag from off the bench.  The rest of the crew shot over, hovering as she lay in Franky’s arms.  Her breath was short and shaky, her brow furrowed in pain.  Luffy looked her over with panic, that’s when he noticed the blood soaking into her shirt.  She was hurt.  He faltered backwards several steps before he fell to his knees, his heart beating loud and fast in his ears, his eyes full of fear.  Zoro noticed his Captain and knelt down in front of him.  “Luffy, you’ve got to stay with us okay?”

“Blood…” Luffy said, his voice hoarse and soft.  “She’s bleeding…”

Zoro grabbed his shoulders.  He might be the future Pirate King, but right now, he was that same little kid who just lost his brother.  “Look at me Luffy,” Zoro said, his voice stern but comforting.  “This is not like then, this is now.  She’s going to be fine.  You won’t lose her, understand?”  That’s when Zoro noticed the tears welling up in Luffy’s eyes.  He stared blankly ahead, his face locked.  “Blood…” he breathed.  “So much blood…”

“We need to get her inside,” Chopper said.  “She’s responsive but in a lot of pain.”  Franky nodded and stood up, slowly cradling her tense body in his arms.  She let out a pained yell as he did, and Luffy’s breath caught in his throat.  He stood up, shoving Zoro out of the way and running towards her.  He was tackled by Usopp who pinned the manic Luffy down.  “Calm down Luffy,” he yelled.  “You won’t be any help to her the way you are now.”

Luffy clawed at the ground, his fists filling with grass and dirt, he yelled for Usopp to get off him.  “I’m your captain,” he screamed, his voice raw.  “You do as I say and get the hell off me!”

A large, leather clad shoe pinned Luffy’s head to the ground.  Sanji stood above him, his eyes filled with rage and worry.  “You need to calm down Luffy,” he sneered.  “This isn’t helping anyone, especially not her!” 

Luffy fought against the pressure, but with his arms bound by Usopp, he wasn’t going anywhere.  His breath became fast and heavy, his body slowly losing the will to fight them off anymore.  Hot tears streamed from his eyes and he sobbed.  He let our months of repressed worry and fear.  Pain he thought he was over all came rushing back into him like a flood he couldn’t control…

***

“You gave us all quite a scare,” Chopper lectured her as he changed her bandages.  It had been two days since she collapsed at the party, and in that short amount of time, Chopper’s treatment had all but healed her.  “You’ll have a nasty scar, but other than that, your wound looks really good!”

She smiled, caressing the small doctor’s cheek.  “Looks like I owe you my life yet again Doctor.” Chopper began to blush, assuring her that her compliments could not fool him, and that she was a liar.  She laughed.  “Is Luffy around?  I haven’t seen him since I woke up.”

Chopper paused.  “He hasn’t really talked much to anyone on board.  He just sits at the helm and looks out at the sea…we’re all sort of worried about him.”

She sighed, looking out the small window at the ocean.  In an attempt to save Luffy the pain of seeing her hurt, she ended up making the situation much worse…

*** 

Luffy sat cross-legged, letting the sea breeze run its invisible fingers through his hair, his hat dangling around his neck.  The sun was getting ready to set, that would mean three days since he last saw her…

”Is this seat taken?”  Luffy’s head shot around to see her standing behind him, a small blanket wrapped around her.  His heart dropped to his stomach.  She looked so tired…

She must have taken his silence as a response and lowered herself down next to him.  His eyes never left her, afraid that if he so much as blinked she would disappear forever. “You don’t need to blame yourself, you know,” she began.  “I hid it from everyone.  I didn’t want to make you worry.  I guess that plan sort of backfired though huh?”

Luffy still only stared at her…”You were bleeding,” he began.  “And then you collapsed…just like he did.”

She looked at him.  “Luffy…”

“I thought you weren’t going to wake up too…”

Before he could say anything else she threw her arms around him, pulling him into her arms.  Luffy held onto her tight, burrowing his face in between her neck and shoulder.  She felt his body shake with silent sobs.  “I’m right here,” she whispered.  “I’m right here.  I’m not going anywhere I promise…”

[cloudysunset04]

In the dark of night

Pairing: Zoro x Sanji; jealousy, angst to fluff (unrequited love), patching up injuries

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The post-fight banquet was in full swing. Usopp and Franky were dancing on top of the center table, Brook was providing the musical entertainment nearby, Robin smiled as she handed a starry-eyed Chopper a large tin of cotton candy, Nami engaged herself in a drinking bet with the locals, and Luffy was stuffing his face with meat and the island's delicacies as if he had never seen food before.

Zoro was seated at the fringe of the party, nursing his fourth mug of beer as he sourly regarded the scene before him. Sanji was falling over himself to impress a girl, rambling about how she was as precious as a rare flower. Zoro couldn't help but roll his eyes and wait for the inevitable rejection, but it never came. The girl giggled at Sanji's words, moving her hand to rest on his forearm as she laughed.

As he lounged, elbow resting on his knee, Zoro noted the light blush on Sanji's cheeks, the way he cast his gaze down and chuckled lightly. Zoro felt a growing weight in his chest as he regarded the girl, how her hair cascaded over her shoulders, how her dress accentuated her figure, and how her smile danced across her lips.

He knew that Sanji noticed all of these things, knew that Sanji loved to let each and every woman know how beautiful and lovely she was. He knew this, he knew this! So why is he glaring daggers at the cook? Why is he feeling this weight in his chest? Why is he suddenly noticing how bloody and scratched up he is from the battle, covered in sweat, and probably stinking of it too?

"tsk", Zoro clicks his tongue and averts his gaze from the cook as he catches his thoughts spiraling. He refills his tankard once more, and decides to head back to the ship. Zoro makes a beeline for the crows nest, finding comfort in the quiet isolation. It's his turn for night watch anyways, so he thought to might as well settle in early.

From the corner of his eye, Sanji noticed the brooding marimo disappear back to the ship. He didn't understand what his problem was... didn't the battle end well? Everyone was celebrating, so what's got him down?

He was pulled from his thoughts as he looked down at the sweet girl in front of him. She was looking up expectantly at him. Sanji didn't even process her question. He patted her shoulder gently and said, "excuse me, dear", as he followed after the swordsman.

The party continued in full swing, even at this late hour. As Sanji stepped on board the Sunny, he could still faintly hear the laughter of the celebration. His first thought was to check the crows nest, but was met with an empty silence from the upper room. As he walked around the deck, he spotted Zoro leaning on the railing and staring out at the dark, shimmering water.

"Oi, Marimo!", Sanji's voice cut through the silence, although Zoro sensed his presence long before he called out. Zoro let out an acknowledging grunt, but didn't move to face him. Behind him, Sanji lit a cigarette and took a long, drawn out breath before asking, "why'd you leave so soon?"

A beat of silence followed. In this time, Zoro cursed the way his heart rapidly thumped in his chest. He would never admit, not even to himself, that he was flattered by the way Sanji noticed his absence and followed to check in on him. Meanwhile, Sanji's eyes raked over Zoro's bare back, noting the assortment of fresh bruises that littered his muscular form.

"None of your damn business", Zoro said gruffly. Sanji rolled his eyes, and leant against the railing of the ships, facing Zoro. He took another drag of his cigarette before quipping, "now what's got your panties in a twist? Couldn't handle me taking down an enemy twice your size, huh marimo?". Sanji chuckled, trying to initiate some back and forth.

"Go brag about it to your little girlfriend", Zoro huffed. He didn't want to talk to Sanji right now. He didn't want to see that blond hair, or those concerned eyes, or those lips, now pouting at him in confusion.

"What the hell?", Sanji picked up on Zoro's strained voice and tense posture. What was wrong with him? Was he injured? Wait, was Zoro watching him flirt with the girl earlier?

"Zoro, what's wrong?" Zo-ro. Ugh, Zoro thought he could have died right then and there. He loved when Sanji said his name, and now it tumbled out of his mouth with so much concern laced through it.

Zoro felt his cheeks burning under Sanji's gaze, so he turned away from him with a deep sigh. He started to walk back to the crows nest when he felt Sanji's hand on his shoulder. God, why was the cook so persistent?

"Zoro, what's wrong." Sanji repeated with a firmer voice. He trusted Zoro's monstrous strength, but after what happened following the events at Thriller Bark, he couldn't help but worry about Zoro. He thought Zoro's aloofness was a product of his masked injuries from the battle.

"You're injured, let's get you cleaned up. Bet you don't even know where the bath room is you filthy marimo.", and with that Sanji began to lead Zoro up to the bath room. Zoro could have protested. He could have continued sulking, but a tiny part of him wanted to indulge - wanted to let himself be taken care up, wanted to eat up the crumbs of Sanji's doting attention usually only reserved for women.

Zoro let himself be led to the bath room. Once inside, Sanji began to run a hot bath, and wet a cloth with the warm water. He rolled up his sleeves and pushed his tie over his shoulder.

All Zoro could do was stare, as Sanji began to press the wet cloth to one of the larger cuts on his chest. He was kneeling in front of Zoro, with his face so close that Zoro could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath.

Sanji's touch was so gentle, his fingers ghosting over Zoro's body. Zoro didn't believe in God, but he prayed that Sanji wouldn't feel the quick intensity of his heartbeat.

The room was silent, save for the intermittent hitching of Zoro's breath and the swishes of the water, as Sanji cleared blood from the cloth.

When he was done cleaning each wound, Sanji motioned for Zoro to stand. "Strip and get in the tub, you have dried blood in your hair", Sanji said, hoping that he sounded composed. The intimacy of the scene wasn't lost on him. He felt his pulse drumming in the tips of his fingers, and hoped it wouldn't betray his feelings to the swordsman. He averted his gaze as Zoro peeled off his pants and got into the bubbly tub.

Zoro groaned and tilted his head back as the hot water soothed his muscles, causing Sanji's heart to flip. Hell, it caused Sanji's heart to do fucking gymnastics in his chest.

Sanji was always one to feel deeply. He admired the beauty in all things, which is part of the reason he chased after women. He wanted them to see the beauty he saw in them. But with zoro, his feelings were amplified. He felt everything with a greater intensity, whether it be anger or love.

He tried to steady his breathing as he raked his water soaked hands through Zoro's hair, making sure to gingerly scrub the caked blood on his scalp. "Zoro~" he mused.

"what", Zoro grunted, his eyes closed as Sanji massaged his head.

"Don't hide your injuries. You're strong, nobody doubts that. But I- we care about you".

Zoro's eybrows knit in confusion. Oh that's right.. Sanji thought Zoro's sulking was an attempt to hide his pain.

"These are nothing, I wasn't trying to hide my injuries, lovecook" Zoro scoffed.

Sanji rolled his eyes, "Then what was it, huh? What made you leave the party?"

Zoro didn't answer. He turned his head away, remembering how close Sanji was to the girl.

"Oi, hey! What is it?", he turned grabbed Zoro by the jaw and turned his face towards him.

Their eyes locked. They stared at each other for who knows how long before Zoro muttered, "aw fuck this", and pulled his wet hand out of the water, roughly grabbed the back of Sanji's neck, and pulled his lips down to his own.

Sanji was startled to say the least. His hand left Zoro's jaw, and went to grip the side of the tub to keep him from falling in the water. His teeth awkwardly clashed against Zoro's, as they engaged in a rough, clumsy kiss.

When Zoro pulled away, he was about to apologize, when Sanji burst out in laughter. Despite the scowl on his face, Zoro felt his heart warm at the sound of Sanji's laugh.

As he calmed down, Sanji cupped and squished Zoro's cheeks, earning a eye roll from the swordsman.

"Ohhhhh, so you were jealous, weren't you? Jealous of me and - what's her name? Yuna? No, Yuni was it? Ah, fuck it, you were jealous!"

Zoro crossed his arms over his chest, as his heart threatened to beat right out of it. Sanji cupped his face and pulled him in, this time for a softer, deeper kiss. But just as his lips were ghosting Zoro's, he stopped.

Sanji opened his eyes and hummed against zoro's lips, "mmm, my marimo". He proceeded to kiss Zoro. Their lips moved in sync, with a soft intensity, as they each tried to stifle their eagerness.

Let's just say, there'd be plenty more kisses to come.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Have you read Percy Jackson? Of so could you do Straw Hats x 12 year old Daughter of PJO! Zeus? Thank you for your time BTW

I have only read the first book so far, so please forgive me if this isn’t written correctly.

-You had been having fun, wind surfing when a gust gave you a boost that you had easily underestimated, easily taking off with you, pulling you far from shore, farther than you were used to.

-Luckily a ship had seen you catching your big air and when they saw you panicking, they were quick to pull up beside you and you were stunned when Luffy shot his arm down, stretching it like rubber, and fished you and your board out.

-You were a lot younger than they first believed, being a young teenager as Chopper and Nami both scolded you, checking you out for any wounds as you looked a little sheepish, “Thanks for saving me- I wasn’t anticipating getting blown out to sea.”

-Franky just ruffled your hair affectionately, “IT’s okay- you caught some SUPER air out there!!” you beamed, feeling proud of yourself as you stood.

-Robin then spoke, “Do you always wind surf alone?” you shook your head, “No I’ve got others- I’m just the most advanced so I can go out farther. My friends are all on the beach doing their own activities for camp.”

-Luffy looked like a big kid, “Camp? What kind of camp?” you puffed out your chest a little bit, “Demi-god camp! We’re all here to enjoy the fresh sea air!”

-Robin lifted a hand to her lips, a soft hum leaving her, “I think I’ve heard about that. Camp Half Blood, right?” you beamed up at her, nodding, “Yup- we all came here as it’s safer compared to our world, and our parents can still contact us if the need us.”

-As the ship started towards the shore, to drop you off, Zoro spoke up, “Why is your old world more dangerous?” you scratched the back of your head, looking a bit embarrassed, “Not too many like us demi-gods, like other gods who don’t have any kids. Take me for example, Hera hates me because I’m the kid of Zeus, product of yet another affair. Hera’s tried to kill me I want to say… four times now.”

-Eyes were bulged, hearing this, Jinbei knew of the gods, who could travel between worlds, which made sense of why you were able to as well, and he knew of Zeus and his escapades.

-Once back on shore the other members of the camp were excited to meet some actual pirates of this world, ones that wouldn’t attack them, as they were all willing to spend time with you and the other kids.

-Chopper was quite popular with the girls who gushed on how cute he was, while Franky had gotten the attention of most of the boys for being a robot.

-You helped Sanji prepare the massive barbeque, to celebrate new friends between you, your friends, and the Straw Hats, and he taught you some techniques when grilling meat.

-The Straw Hats stayed for a few days, offering to teach the kids new things, like Zoro taught them how to use swords in a more effective way, Robin taught them about history and Nami with geography, and Usopp loved teaching the archery class, finding it fun and easy.

-You were sitting beside Luffy and Brook, swinging your legs back and forth, enjoying seeing all of your friends having so much fun as Brook spoke up, “I got to meet Athena earlier, she’s quite the woman yohoho- she almost attacked me when I asked to see her panties.”

-You winced lightly for him, “Yeah it’s lucky you survived- Athena can be intimidating.” Luffy grinned, wanting to meet your parent and you laughed awkwardly, “Yeah… Zeus has so many kids, he probably doesn’t know I exist. He doesn’t really care about us kids- just getting laid.”

-Luffy leaned his head on top of yours, surprising you as he grinned, “We can always come back when you’re older, you can join my crew!”

-Your eyes were like stars, glittering so brightly, “REALLY?!” you cheered loudly, making Luffy laugh as he promised to come back to get you and you promised to get even better at your wind surfing so you wouldn’t need to be rescued again, making the two of them laugh loudly as you all celebrated the future.

[sleepyhead0720]

Hiii, saw your request is open and I rlly love your writing style! Can I request a fluffy Sanji x Reader where Reader and Sanji are pining for each other and the whole crew is just tired of it, esp Nami and Robin because the couple think that their crush with one another is unrequited. Thus, the crew devised a plan to make them confess to one another.

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Feels for you

“How long have they been at this?”

Robin glanced at Sanji who was all over you,

“I believe it’s been about a week or two”

She said looking down at her book

Nami huffed

“And the both of em haven’t made a move yet?”

Robin shrugged

Nami looked at the two of you, Sanji was giving you some fresh food in the shape of hearts as he looked at you like a lovesick idiot

You, with obvious blush, ate the fruits that he offered you while thanking him.

It was ridiculously obvious how the two of you felt for each other, atleast for Robin and nami

“Hey you guys! Come here!”

Nami whispered at the rest of the crew

As everyone gathered inside, nami began to speak

“Have you guys noticed sanji and y/n?”

Luffy looked confusingly at nami as he ate a piece of meat Sanji cooked for him

“Now that you mentioned it, he has been giving them special attention compered to the two of you” said usopp

Zoro hummed, still sleepy

“Right??”

Nami sighed

Luffy and chopper looked at each other confusingly

“Why? Is anything wrong with them?”

Asked chopper

Usopp turned an whispered something to chopper, then at luffy

“WHA-mph!?”

Nami covered choppers mouth as she whispered yelled at chopper to be quiet

“Ohhh that’s why Sanji has been giving extra food to y/n!”

Luffy laughed as he finished his meal

“Im sick of those to simping for each other and not saying anything!”

Robin chuckled

“If you really don’t like it, you can always give them a little push,”

Nami looked at Robin surprised

“Robin that’s a great idea!”

Nami clapped her hands together

“Ok, everyone! Here’s the plan!”

/——————————————————————-\

“Y/nnnn!” Luffy yelled

Both you and Sanji looked at the hungry captain

“What do you want now luffy?” Sanji asked tired of him already

Luffy seemed to pause as if thinking back to something

“Oh yea! Y/n could you help me with something?”

You stared at him confused

“Uhh yea sure!”

He suddenly carried you and began to take you somewhere in the ship

“Luffy! Slow down!”

“Ah! Sorry y/n!”

He gently put you down

“What did you need help with?”

“Oh, I actually wanted to ask you something!”

You tilted your head at him

“Uh sure? What did you wanna ask me?”

He thought for a moment

“How do you know when you like someone?”

/——————————————————————-\

“Oi, love cook”

“What do you want now moss-head?”

Sanji groaned as he turned to Zoro who was now walking towards him

“So who’s the unlucky girl?”

“Huh??”

Zoro smirked at him

“Cmon, i know you like y/n, it’s pretty obvious by the way you treat her compered to everyone else”

Sanji blushed and looked away

“Ho-how??- that’s none of your business !”

Zoro’s smirk widened

“Oh but it is! Cause I like her too,”

Sanji quickly turned towards zoro shocked

He laughed

“In fact, I’m planning to confess to her once luffy brings her back”

Sanji glared at the swordsmen

“Don’t you dare!”

Zoro laughed more

“I’ll make you a deal since Im so nice, if you confess first, I’ll forgot about my little crush on her, but if I do it first, I think we both know what’ll happen”

Sanji seemed to glare at him even more

“Oh we’ll speak of the devil”

Zoro smiled as he turned towards you and Luffy walking towards them

“Oi! Y/n could I take to you?”

“DONT you dare moss-head!”

Sanji yelled at Zoro as he raced towards you

You tilted your head, confused

“Uhh sure?”

Zoro smirked and whispered something to Sanji which made him blush hard

“Erm… y/n could I talk to you in private?”

He said nervously

“Sure!”

The two of you walked away from Luffy and Zoro

The rest of the crew came out of their hiding spots

“All that is left is for Sanji to make the first step”

Nami smirked

“Finally!”

“Oi nami, where’s my booze?”

“AND my food!”

/——————————————————————-\

“So what did you wanna talk about?”

You turned to Sanji, a light blush in your cheeks

“Uhm well there’s something that I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time…”

‘Could it be?’

You blushed at the idea

“Yea?”

He stayed quiet

“Y/n, i-erm….I like you, and not just as a friend! I like you more then that…. And uh…. You don’t have to return my feelings but I just wanted to let you know that….”

He avoided eye contact with you as he his blush worsened

You blushed at his words as a smile appeared on your face.

“Im glad Sanji, cause I may have the same feelings for you too!”

He turned to you surprisingly but that being replaced by a big lovesick smile on his face too

He approached you slowly and hesitantly wrapped his arms around you while giving your forehead a kiss

You hugged him back while inhaling his scent happy that you wouldn’t spend more time with your hidden feelings about him.

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[kushblazer666]

THINGS YOUR MOTHER SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU

1. Take your bananas apart when you get home from the store. If you leave them connected at the stem, they ripen faster.

2. Store your opened chunks of cheese in aluminum foil. It will stay fresh much longer and not mold!

3. Peppers with 3 bumps on the bottom are sweeter and better for eating. Peppers with 4 bumps on the bottom are firmer and better for cooking.

4. Add a teaspoon of water when frying ground beef. It will help pull the grease away from the meat while cooking.

5. To really make scrambled eggs or omelets rich add a couple of spoonfuls of sour cream, cream cheese, or heavy cream in and then beat them up.

6. For a cool brownie treat, make brownies as directed. Melt Andes mints in double broiler and pour over warm brownies. Let set for a wonderful minty frosting.

7. Add garlic immediately to a recipe if you want a light taste of garlic and at the end of the recipe if your want a stronger taste of garlic.

8. Leftover snickers bars from Halloween make a delicious dessert. Simply chop them up with the food chopper. Peel, core and slice a few apples. Place them in a baking dish and sprinkle the chopped candy bars over the apples. Bake at 350 for 15 minutes!!! Serve alone or with vanilla ice cream. Yummm!

9. Reheat Pizza

Heat up leftover pizza in a nonstick skillet on top of the stove, set heat to med-low and heat till warm. This keeps the crust crispy. No soggy micro pizza. I saw this on the cooking channel and it really works.

10. Easy Deviled Eggs

Put cooked egg yolks in a zip lock bag. Seal, mash till they are all broken up. Add remainder of ingredients, reseal, keep mashing it up mixing thoroughly, cut the tip of the baggy, squeeze mixture into egg. Just throw bag away when done easy clean up.

11. Expanding Frosting

When you buy a container of cake frosting from the store, whip it with your mixer for a few minutes. You can double it in size. You get to frost more cake/cupcakes with the same amount. You also eat less sugar and calories per serving.

12. Reheating refrigerated bread

To warm biscuits, pancakes, or muffins that were refrigerated, place them in a microwave with a cup of water. The increased moisture will keep the food moist and help it reheat faster.

13. Newspaper weeds away

Start putting in your plants, work the nutrients in your soil. Wet newspapers, put layers around the plants overlapping as you go. Cover with mulch and forget about weeds. Weeds will get through some gardening plastic they will not get through wet newspapers.

14. Broken Glass

Use a wet cotton ball or Q-tip to pick up the small shards of glass you can't see easily.

15. No More Mosquitoes

Place a dryer sheet in your pocket. It will keep the mosquitoes away.

16. Squirrel Away!

To keep squirrels from eating your plants, sprinkle your plants with cayenne pepper. The cayenne pepper doesn't hurt the plant and the squirrels won't come near it.

17. Flexible vacuum

To get something out of a heat register or under the fridge add an empty paper towel roll or empty gift wrap roll to your vacuum. It can be bent or flattened to get in narrow openings.

18. Reducing Static Cling

Pin a small safety pin to the seam of your slip and you will not have a clingy skirt or dress. Same thing works with slacks that cling when wearing panty hose. Place pin in seam of slacks and ... guess what! ... static is gone.

19. Measuring Cups

Before you pour sticky substances into a measuring cup, fill with hot water. Dump out the hot water, but don't dry cup. Next, add your ingredient, such as peanut butter, and watch how easily it comes right out. (Or spray the measuring cup or spoon with Pam before using)

20. Foggy Windshield?

Hate foggy windshields? Buy a chalkboard eraser and keep it in the glove box of your car When the windows fog, rub with the eraser! Works better than a cloth!

21. Re-opening envelopes

If you seal an envelope and then realize you forgot to include something inside, just place your sealed envelope in the freezer for an hour or two. Viola! It unseals easily.

22. Conditioner

Use your hair conditioner to shave your legs. It's cheaper than shaving cream and leaves your legs really smooth. It's also a great way to use up the conditioner you bought but didn't like when you tried it in your hair.

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23. Goodbye Fruit Flies

To get rid of pesky fruit flies, take a small glass, fill it 1/2' with Apple Cider Vinegar and 2 drops of dish washing liquid; mix well. You will find those flies drawn to the cup and gone forever!

24. Get Rid of Ants

Put small piles of cornmeal where you see ants. They eat it, take it 'home,' can't digest it so it kills them. It may take a week or so, especially if it rains, but it works and you don't have the worry about pets or small children being harmed!

[quinloki]

I have been battling a headache most of the godsdamned day, but I have had enough of a clear head to sit here and muse on AU for One piece characters I will honestly never write.

Wonderland AU:

Luffy is the Cheshire Cat - instead of enigmatic and mysterious, he just keep forgetting what he's supposed to tell you and asking for meat. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb are Zoro and Sanji - but they're not really living up to their namesakes. Friends of the cat, and surprisingly good bodyguards for "Alice". Robin is the catiplillar and Franky is the "mushroom" she's seated on. He's building her wings >.> Nami is the Duchess, but less duchessness and more competence. She's only frustrated cause everyone else is useless comparatively XD the "baby" is Chopper, but he's not an infant, and the two of them are a breath of fresh air and much needed help for Alice. Brook is the White Rabbit and I don't think I need to say anything more on that one. Sabo is the The Hatter, Ace the Dormouse, and I'm not sure for the March Hare. Big Mom is the Queen of Hearts, and Kaido is the King, but he spends the entire time in a drunken sleep, completely unconcerned about what's going on. Most of her children are card knights. I feel like Katakuri would end up rebelling against his mom once it was obvious that Alice wasn't guilty of anything. Doflamingo is a game-master and supplies flamingo shaped items for the games the queen wants to play.

Then I started thinking about Howl's Moving Castle AU with Marco as Howl and I got stuck on that and haven't been able to think of anything else ^^;;; (It would most certainly have a different vibe than the movie or book, given Marco's character, but still. I wish I had the skill to draw that mashup properly.)

[chihuahuawashere]

Crews reaction to Tiger mink Zoro for the first time!!!!

Luffy: thought his tattoos were cool and got even more excited when he saw Zoro turn into a Tiger right infront of while accidentally sneezing and the looks on luffys face made it seem like he seen Jesus

Nami: the first time she meat zoro was when Zoro was chasing her in his full tiger from because she stole the map and tried to run away. At first she shitted her pants when she saw tiger zoro. But now she uses him as a scare tactic to get money off of people and a petting zoo for little kids. “A green tiger means green money”

Ussop: when they went to Ussops island Zoro was a full on Human and was just chilling but when they were fighting the Black Cat Pirates he “out cated” them and really showed who the real cat was and Ussop creative juices flowing with BUNCH of ideas! He never got the same creative high he has since that day

Sanji: Sanji didn’t see tiger zoro until a lonnggg time. Not until they went to Alabasta and Zoro had to help chase the banquo's works and Sanji was shocked because everyone was so normal about it. He thought he was going crazy for a second.

Vivi: during One of the nights that she was in the Merry she tripped over what she thought was a tiger rug only to hear a grunt and she freaked out. turns out Zoro was taking a Power Nap in the middle of the hallway at night and he explained to her everything and she was surprisingly calm about all of this. 

Chopper: when they were at Choppers island Zoro got so cold that he went full tiger and and got lost and saw Chopper in the snow and Brushed it off as a normal dear. But Chopper got so scared of the giant green tiger that he ran away. Once he officially join the crew Zoro turned into a tiger to cuddle chopper and tongue bath him and Chopper busted out /laughing/ at the realization and Zoro was left a little hurt because he thought that chopper was making fun of him cleaning him chopper quickly clear the air. 

Robin: already knew who Zoro was since she work at Banqous Works but never saw it in person until the went to Shandora and Zoro was running all around the jungle like a kid in a candy shop. He felt completely comfortable in that habitat and he’s naturally animal instincts were extremely happy to be there

Franky: Saw a Green Tiger fighting a really long necked Giraffe at water seven and thought he was going crazy due to all the stuff that was going on. But then he saw Tiger Mink Zoro rip a marine Throat out with big tiger paws and thought that was “HELLA SUPER”

Brook: first time seeing Zoro ever was when he was Tiger Zoro and he ripped a Zombie arm off and ran away with it like a dog with a stick. Brook has been scared of Zoro since

Jinbe: knew a mink where he saw one and was not surprised that Zoro was a mink at all. Just happy to have another animal hybrid once the crew.

Yamato: thought he’s tattoos were and asked where he got them. Zoro casually says that he was born with them and that sparked the conversation and it was the most casual and easiest conversation that Zoro ever had about his Tiger mink side and was really happy just normally explaining it instead of trying to de-escalate a bunch of confused screaming like always this was a breath of fresh air (he’ll never tell anyone that)

[pampushky]

Creature (Both Haunted & Holy)

Vinsmoke Sanji/Reader - Chapter 26 - 5.4k

Chopper has to perform checkups on the crew he’s joined. Sanji forgets you have a keen sense of smell.

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Sanji’s hands are loving as they trail over your hips. So gentle, as he places hot, open-mouth kisses on your neck. You let out a low whine, as you arch your back, pressing his stomach to yours from where he hovers over you on the galley’s couch. It’s so warm, with your skin pressed to his, calloused fingers kneading the slowly returning plush of your hips as he whispers praise and prayers alike to your neck, teeth drawing across your skin and over your fluttering pulse, only to press another kiss there. The flat of his tongue coaxes a sweet moan from your lips, and you hear Sanji’s breathless laugh, the fluff of his hair pressed to your nose as he makes his way to the front of your neck. 

“So, so, pretty for me….” 

Mismatched eyes look down at you, full of nothing but love, and his lips quirked into a smile as you let out another whine, your eyes closing in bliss. There’s never been such a loving touch upon your body, not in this way, not since your cycle. You feel his hands massage your waist, traveling higher as you press yourself closer to him, needing to be either within his skin or fused into one being, whichever comes first. 

Your lover worships your body, bare as his own, shielding you from any view as he brings his hand down to the scorching heat in your core, his voice almost purring as he finds it. Long, practiced fingers rub at the bud of your sex, bringing up the slickness at your entrance to aid in his movements, going in tight circles with his thumb while his other fingers probe gently at your weeping hole. 

“Do you want me there?”

His voice is so soft, so alluring, and you sob as he lays his forehead against your own, noses pressed together, his breath on your lips while his other hand cradles the back of your head as though you’re the very epitome of his dream, held in his arms. You can even feel the want he has for you, muddying your mind as you warble against him, large tears threatening to spill over the edge as he waits for your words.

“ J’ai envie de toi…. I need you to speak for me, s’il vous plait, ma moitié, ” Sanji whispers against your ear, and you whine when you feel the hand that had been rubbing such wonderful circles into your clit start to pull away from you. You want nothing more than to have him there, to use his fingers to prod deep within you. You rumble out your pleas to him, high and needy, so caught in the fog of your lover's affection that you forget to speak in a way he will clearly understand.

But it seems he gets the message, and his thumb is back on the little bundle of nerves, along with the addition of his middle and ring fingers gently stretching you out sitting in your wet warmth as he smiles down at you like some benevolent god. You only whine for more, with your head leaning against his shoulder as he makes a come here motion with his fingers, earning more praise as you whine and moan. You want more, you need more —!

And then you wake up, the hammock cold without Sanji holding you. 

It’s a rude reminder that the dream was simply that, a dream. There are the responsibilities that you must uphold now that you’re back on the sea, and heading for Alabasta. Sanji has to wake early again, to cook for the crew and to keep everyone fed. You have to keep the ship running smoothly, hunting in the water to keep fresh meat on the table, and making sure the storage isn’t being raided by pests and Luffy alike. 

With a groan, you stumble out of the hammock, needing to pause for a full minute to stretch and fully wake up. You grumble, trudge to the drawers, pulling out whatever clothing you find, before pulling your pelt off of the hanging in Sanji’s wardrobe. One trip to the bathroom later, with Nami forcing you to brush your teeth after a whiff of how rancid your breath smells, even if you’re about to wolf down whatever fish you’re going to catch, you’re dressed and ready for the day. Only, you trip over Chopper, who lets out a panicked bleat while you let out an odd-sounding bark, barely managing to catch yourself before you fall flat on your face. 

You look down at the little reindeer, who looks just as startled as you from where he’s been knocked to the deck, scootching slowly away from you. 

“Good morning,” you manage to huff out, carefully stepping over him as you make your way to the railing. 

“...H–hi.” Chopper mumbles, doing the little peeking pose he had done when you first met him, which you snort at. 

“You’re facing the wrong way again.”

“What?” He looks absolutely flabbergasted that you can see him from where he’s hiding behind the mast. 

“You’re leaning the wrong way,” You motion it with your own body, so that you mirror him, “You wanna try facing the other— there you go!”

You manage to chuckle a bit, trying your best to take Chopper’s attempts to spy on you seriously, before diving off the side of the ship, hitting the water just as your form changes into a seal. The water has been oddly temperate, not quite as cold as you were used to until you went much deeper. You let yourself relax a bit, as you swim deeper, eyes easily adjusting to the darkness as you look upwards. A few streams of light manage to pierce the darkness, and you let out a deep rumble, listening for any responses. 

Nothing happens, so you ease back your form a bit, your top half melting into a more humanoid shape as you swim a bit closer to the surface. There’s a flash of silver and yellow, and you grin as you see a marlin just as long as you, from fin to bill, knowing the hunt is on. 

Thirty minutes later, you’re dragging the fish to the surface, a clean cut from your claws across the bottom of its belly, leaving the innards as an offering to the Sea Mother as you pull it into the pulley system Usopp made to easily load any supplies or large fish you’d caught onto the deck. After the fish is up on deck you hum gently, willing the water to carry you upwards with a deep rumble. What makes you laugh is the utter shock on Chopper’s face as you go back into your humanoid form, Nami chattering away to you as she helps to keep your hair at your shoulders, tossing the clippings in the water with a towel around your shoulders.

“You… caught that?” Chopper approaches as you purr when Nami’s nails scratch at your scalp after your haircut, making up for the month that there’d been tension between the two of you.

“S’not even the biggest one I’ve fought,” You yawn, just as Sanji comes out of the galley with a cup of coffee. You let out a trill when you see the cook, just as he leans down to kiss your forehead, his free hand rubbing your cheek before setting the mug down and sitting beside you just as the sun starts to rise. Luffy trudges up from the dorms with his weighted blanket still wrapped around his shoulders while Usopp stands with a mug of tea in his hands, watching the sunrise with the rest of the crew. Zoro makes his way down from the crow's nest, gives the butchered marlin beside you a nod, and stumbles his way to join the pile of sleepy crew members on deck. 

Oddly, Chopper is struck by how intimate this all is. How Luffy complains about how you won’t share the fish jerky with him, and how Sanji won’t let him have even a sip of the fancy tequila they’d picked up in Whiskey Peak, which seems like it's been so long ago now, at which Vivi remarks that they had only repackaged it into fancy bottles to sell it at a higher price, making everyone laugh a bit. 

“Right, time for breakfast, any requests?” Sanji gets up and stretches, taking the now empty mug from your hands and looking down at the assembled crew

“Bacon! Lots of bacon,” Luffy falls dramatically onto Sanji’s foot, one hand gripping tightly to his ankle. “And scrapple— do you know what that is? They had it in the rural parts of Goa, can you make that for me—”

“...I think he was talking to Chopper, Luff,” you snicker, prying Luffy’s hands from around Sanji’s ankles. At that point, all eyes turn to Chopper, and he feels sweat start to form. 

“...I—I like fruit– fruit could work,” The little doctor rubs his hooves together anxiously, not liking all the attention being placed on him suddenly. “Uhm. A-anything, really!”

Sanji shrugs and makes his way to the galley, at which he nudges Chopper inside, talking about how he wants to speak to the doctor about what his diet requires along with the nutrition on board the ship. The rest of the crew bustles around the ship, working on getting everyone sailing again, while Luffy starts to drag the marlin to the reserved area on the ship where Sanji butchers everything caught. 

Chopper was certain that getting everyone’s medical records sorted out would be the easiest thing to do. That is the furthest thing from the truth, and he only realizes this when he’s on the second to last meeting, with Zoro.

Oddly, though, Luffy has the most in-depth records on hand, however crumpled they may be from sitting in his hat up until that point in time. They’re stamped with the marine base standard and even have the names of two separate guardians listed down, along with their transponder snail numbers. Sanji also provides a well-kept folder, though the problem arises in that the record starts when he’s ten, and has little to no information on his childhood, only listing that he was the third born in a set of quadruplets. Other than that, it’s well written, also in the marine base standard, and has the contact of a guardian and several therapists he’d talked to over the years, along with his primary care.

It goes downhill quickly after that. Nami’s haven’t been updated since she was eight, and they have no records of her birth anywhere. Usopp’s are nonexistent, but he’s able to recall a fair bit of what Chopper can only hope is accurate, besides the blatant lies Usopp tells. Zoro doesn’t have any. He grunts to answer questions, and when he is finally prompted to answer about recent injuries, Zoro pulls his shirt aside to show a single, rugged scar that goes across his chest from his ribs to his shoulder, some of which is still scabbed, not fully healed.

 Discussions of intimacy and relationships somehow send things into even more chaos. Luffy cringes at any talk of the subject when it involves himself, and starts screaming when Chopper asks if he’s been sexually active before. The condoms that are offered amuse the captain though, and he blows one up like a balloon, chattering happily as he bounces (literally) out of the room. Nami just asks if Chopper is qualified, or comfortable, to perform STD tests. Zoro bluntly answers with a gruff yes and doesn’t elaborate on with whom. 

Sanji is even worse. The poor, blond cook looks startled by the question. 

“I’m sorry— what?” 

“Are you in a relationship, that is sexually active, at the moment?” Chopper sighs, thankful for the somewhat… normal reaction.

“Sort… of?” 

Chopper looks at him. “There’s… no sort of, answer.”

“Okay. Uhm,” Sanji feels his face heat up. “...yes?”

“Your answer shouldn’t have a question mark at the end,” Chopper puts his head in his hooves. Was getting medical information from this crew going to be this convoluted every time?

“What if… we’ve not done the… y’know, actual bit… but, uhm, got a bit handsy? ” The poor blond’s face is pink, verging on red.

“... were you in contact with the genitalia?”

“Yeah?”

“Then that’s what I was asking about,” some notes are scribbled down. “May I enquire… this… partner, is Ms. Blackfin, correct?”

“A-ah, yeah..”

“... then please wear protection of some kind, when the actual deed is done, and I would like to perform an STD test on both of you,” Chopper says dryly, writing down a few more things, then looking back up at the cook with a pointed glare, “Mr. Sanji…. I am, unfamiliar with this crew’s dynamic,”

The glare turns less pointed and more sheepish. It becomes more and more clear that this is just a teenage boy, er, reindeer boy. A gifted teenager, but one that hadn’t gotten proper social development. A frighteningly familiar reflection of how he had been before Zeff had forced him to go with Patty and Carne on a grocery run to force his development. 

“You’ll get there,” Sanji soothes. 

“...I appreciate that.”

Sanji leaves the makeshift doctor’s office in the anchor deck with a pack of condoms Chopper had forced into his hand and a rather guilty thought of possibly making you talk about it when it would be your turn to talk to the little doctor. 

You talk to Chopper right after Usopp does. Sanji had gone before him, proceeded by Nami and Zoro. You aren’t entirely sure what had been discussed and you aren’t sure if you want to. Sanji just planted his forehead against your shoulder with a small groan, cheeks dusted pink up until the very moment Chopper had called your name across the deck. 

Never has a doctor's visit been so awkward. Actually, scratch that. Crocus’s checkup on you had been tense, but not awkward. It had been awkward with the rest of the crew standing around you until it had just been Nami, holding your hand tightly, as you tried to one, get over the fact that a giant whale had nearly eaten your ship, and two, that there was the underlying thought that Arlong had somehow hunted you down and was toying with your crew. You sit calmly on the cushion in the anchor deck and storage room that’s been partially converted into a small infirmary. You look at Chopper, sitting across from you on another cushion, obviously a bit awkward and trying to adapt to the fact that the Going Merry doesn’t have a proper infirmary or really much extra space. The little reindeer has folders and journals stacked beside him, and, to your shock, Crocus’s journal and notes on Selkenfolk. Sanji must have given it to him, during his first few days on the ship. 

“So. Do you… have any records of your family health history?” Chopper asks as he opens a new folder. “Or any traumatic events? Within the past five years, really—”

“Oh. Uh, I kinda got kidnapped by a group of pirates and held hostage for about two and a half years,” You nervously pick at the edges of your nails, just managing to push some of your claws out as you pull out a few bits of skin. “Uhm. His name was Arlong. He wanted to make… like the ultimate hybrid between fishmen and Selkenfolk, so he would, uhm, y’know . But, I didn’t get pregnant.”

Chopper freezes, and he stops his writing. 

“Pardon?”

“Oh. Do I have to… say what he did? I forget there’s a difference between human and Selkenfolk healers.” You manage to laugh nervously, and the picking at your fingers gets worse. You’d need to wrap them in bandaids again, at this rate, and Sanji’s likely to be worried sick when he sees them, “….he uh, kinda just used me as a sex doll—”

“N-no! No, you didn’t need to say any of that out loud, I apologize,” Chopper falters, his hoove shaking a bit as he starts taking his notes again. Mental and physical trauma along with confirmed sexual and physical abuse in the past for an extended time. “I— did not expect that and I apologize again for… making you relive that, verbally,”

“O-oh. It’s okay, you, uhm, probably didn’t know.” 

The makeshift infirmary falls into silence as Chopper watches you. He almost seems regretful, as he does this, his writing eventually stopping, as he quickly references Crocus’s notes again, searching for a way to change the subject from what has come to be the most awkward first visit he’s ever had. 

“Then—back to your family history— were there any diagnosed illnesses or genetic disorders?” The little reindeer looks back down at his notes, and you blow out a puff of air through your nose, actually thinking. 

“Uh. My older sister, Toha, had an extra toe on each foot. Also, I had two moms. So I don’t know how…. I happened. Or how my siblings happened, really.” 

Chopper feels himself stop writing again and looks at you incredulously despite the fact he’s trying to take this seriously. You look back at him, seemingly very serious, hands folded neatly in your lap before your eyes light up, and you clap your hands together in excitement. 

“Oh! And Toha had asthma. Does asthma count for anything?”

“.....you don’t know anything about your family’s medical history, do you?”

“.....No.” You visibly deflate across from him, shoulders slumping. 

The little reindeer sighs, and puts down his notes, before hesitantly walking over to look at you. Even when you’re sitting, you’re still taller than him. He can see the scars that dance across your body, healed to be a silvery white, while the two on your cheek still stick out as a stubborn pink. You’re still a bit skinny for the doctor’s liking— he can see the way your skin has been pulled taunt in some areas of your arms and the thinness of your hands.

Chopper had treated Selkenfolk before. They’re common on winter islands, and many would come to the ports of Drum Island to do trade, and of course, to talk with Kureha, trading knowledge of healing. Selkenfolk are meant to have plush cheeks, and bodies rounded with blubber, with thick, muscled arms and legs when out of the water. They were built to live in the cold, thriving where other species struggled, with grey dappled skin that looked like the smoothed stones of a river, all changing based on what type of selkie they were.

But you had a cautious air about you, watching his every move with the eyes of a predator, even though the look you gave was more of that of prey. There is none of the normal calculation he’d seen in other selkenfolk. Just hesitancy, as if you’re afraid of him, even when you were so much bigger than him, with claws and teeth that were built to rip and tear flesh, which you had used to take down a marlin that morning. 

If what the crew was talking about with your abilities was true, then you were easily able to overpower almost anyone on this crew, especially when out at sea. This was your domain. You were the one in power here. But… you look so uncertain, as Chopper examines you.  

“Uh. Did I do…. Something?” You snap the little reindeer from his thoughts. Your hands twist anxiously in front of you as if you’re trying to tie your fingers into knots.

“N-no,” Chopper pauses, before rubbing his face, stressed. He’s fifteen, surely this isn’t what he should be dealing with? They should have a more experienced doctor,  he hasn’t even done recorded clinical rounds, much less dealt with any of the heavier topics that the entirety of this crew had experienced. That he’d experienced. Maybe he should give Doctorine a call, she’d know what to do– she’d be able to provide guidance on what little bits of his studies he hadn’t had a chance to focus on as much as he’d have liked to. 

“... you don’t have to know what to do right now,” You stop picking at your fingers. The little reindeer looks up at you at that statement, an eyebrow raised. 

“What do you mean?”

“Before I started training as a boatswain… my moms had me help out my Uncle. He was a healer.”

“... That’s– that’s a selken doctor. You were going to be a doctor?”

“Uh. Maybe. I was supposed to talk to some village elders, when I turned seventeen, to start discussing training. I was a boatswain apprentice under my Mom, for a year and a half, and my Uncle just taught me some basic healing stuff— nothing like what you know,” You wave your hand in the air a bit as if to clear your thoughts from the air, “Point is, you don’t have to know everything.”

There’s a heavy pause in the air. 

“...Thank you.”

Things go quiet for a bit, and you wish there was tea to drink in these moments. Politely, Chopper coughs into his hoof. 

“Final few questions, I promise,” Chopper opens his files again. 

The rest of the session is much more comfortable. You share what tools of the trade your uncle had mentored you on, and how he had focused on making the patient feel as comfortable as possible during the time of the appointment. When you are walked to the door, you’re even smiling down at the little doctor, who smiles back up at you. 

Chopper sees how Sanji’s eyes light up when you make your way over to him. Watches as the cook frets over your fingers, and how you’d picked at the skin around the nails, and herds you into the galley, likely to take care of them. And then he promptly flushes, realizing that he’d forgotten to give you condoms, or even ask if you were sexually active. You wrinkle your nose at something, but let him drag you away to the galley, with a final glance at Chopper.

Oh well, Chopper thinks, as he calls for Luffy to get his check-up, I gave them to Sanji, at least. 

Sanji’s mind is running at light speed as he starts to set out everything for dinner. Steaming rice, along with thin and perfectly cut slices of the marlin from this morning, perfect for sashimi and riceballs. There’s even two waterfowl you’d managed to catch after your appointment, hunting them from underneath, and then pulling yourself up on deck with an overjoyed grin, two rather fat mallards held in your mouth. Luffy had been howling with glee, rubber arms wrapped tightly around you.

Granted, that joy had turned to horror when Karoo started to squawk as he started to run in a panicked circles around the deck. You looked rather guiltily at the duck, all while trying the spit out downy feathers as Vivi chased her duck around the deck, trying to calm him down.

Now, as you watch him place the ducks in a dutch oven, partially covered in olive oil, with dried rosemary sprigs, crushed garlic, and peppercorns tossed in for flavor, he feels his cheeks warm. Your fingertips are wrapped in bandaids, and your eyes are focused solely on his hands, watching as they expertly slice and season, forming perfect onigiri stuffed with a spicy marlin filling, while occasionally offering you some of the best cuts, straight from the fish, the finest sashimi he can offer to you.

His heart skips a beat, when he feels your tongue against his fingertips, when his hands jerks forward a bit, due to the swaying of the ship. Eyes widen, breath stutters, and Sanji watches as you look up at him for the split second of that contact. From what little he can see of your pupils, they’re blown wide, the deep purple dusting of your blush on your gray skin revealing how it had equally flustered you. Even when Sanji washes his hands after, and how you don’t quite meet his eyes until he sits beside you at the dinner table.

The duck isn’t served for Karoo’s sake, but Sanji wishes he hadn’t served the sashimi either. Not because it’s bad— he refuses to serve anything that could be considered subpar. But there’s a nagging feeling everytime he sees you take a bite of it, and how smoothly it slides down your throat that he can’t help but think about what Chopper said, and the condoms now tucked away in his cubby in the bathroom.  

The bond twitches a bit from your side. No emotion is linked to it— it just twitches. Your cheeks darken for a second, before it’s gone, and you’re looking at him knowingly. Sanji’s heart sinks, and he feels like he’s somehow managed to fuck everything up. He fights every urge to apologize, and to grovel at your feet, when the bond twitches again. More communicative, and you rumble gently, reaching under the table to squeeze his hand at the crew chatters. 

Safe. Loved. Safe.

Relief is a hell of a drug, one than hits harder than the adrenaline that courses through his veins during skirmishes at sea. If the crew notices he’s quieter than normal, no one says a thing, and allows you to help him with the dishes, gently swirling the soapy water around the sink and increasing the pressure to make sure it’s scrubbed clean, drying them in an instant, and allowing him to place them safely in the cabinets. 

Does a pit of anxiety still stay wormed in his stomach, even as you scratch his scalp when you sit in Nami’s tangerine grove? Yes, and you notice it easily. He can feel you gently prodding at it, your presence in his mind making his brain fog slightly. 

“What’s wrong, Ji?” Your fingers find a knot, near the end of his bangs, and your work it out gently, using your claws as a brush. So sharp, sharp enough to cut the flesh of an enemy, yet here you are, so gentle and being delicate enough to brush his hair lovingly. 

“…nothing,”

“Liar,” you tease, looking down at him, eyes meeting his. There’s no malice behind your words. Your stroke his cheeks tenderly, the bandaids slightly scratchy on his skin, but he doesn’t mind. You don’t prod any more than you need to, and he feels you pull out of his mind a bit, just savoring the moment and keeping his head on your lap.

“…were you gonna tell me Chopper gave you condoms or…?

“You knew?! ” Sanji sits up, spluttering.

“I could smell them,” you answer, pulling your knees into your chest, a small smile on your face, “The lube always smells a bit odd to me, along with the wrappers.”

“…you’re not mad, are you?” Sanji whispers, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

“Why would I be mad? He’s doing his job.” You laugh a bit, and lay down on the grass, patting the spot beside you. “…I was like, fifteen when I stopped training as a healer. This was all stuff my Uncle had to cover.”

You pause, biting your lower lip.

“I mean. We were… kinda active. During my cycle.”

“Yeah,” Sanji lays down beside you, and when you reach for his hand, he squeezes it, relieved when you squeeze back gently. “Do you… want to talk about it?”

The tangerine trees rustle in the wind. He can hear the sail, being pulled down for the night. On the far end of the ship, there’s a loud splash. The anchor gets dropped in for the night. A seagull cries somewhere in the distance, and Karoo answers. You sigh, heavily, and shift a bit, eyes not meeting his.

“I don’t know. I—I want to. I want to be able to talk about it. But…” 

The reality hangs in the air. The want to move forward, in a relationship already moving at an insanely fast pace, and the need to slow down, as someone who’d been forced to do things before you were ready. The dream from the previous night. Dredging up everything that Arlong had done to you all over again.

“ I want to be with you that way. I want you to make me feel good… and I want to do the same. I— I just don’t know how.” You feel tears of frustration start to form just as Sanji gives your hand a reaffirming squeeze. 

“We can take it slow. I’m not even talking about just intimacy, I mean… everything. ” Sanji reaffirms, his heart breaking as your face wrinkles in anger and sorrow. “We don’t need to do everything within a month, or hell, ever.”

That makes you pause. You don’t have to hit every milestone within a month of being together. You and Sanji can go slow, and Sea Mother knows that after the past two and a half years, you need to go slow. 

“And…. You wouldn’t be mad?”

“Honey, I’d be overjoyed if it meant you were happier and healthier for it,” The way Sanji smiles has your heart fluttering, “Why would I be mad about you taking time to heal?”

At that, you shrug and cautiously lean against him. You’ve slept on his chest, taken a bath with him, had him feed you from his hand. Sea Mother be damned, you’ve even gotten off on his thigh! This is what makes you nervous? A discussion of boundaries and unconditional support from the man you’re courting? Feann and Sion would have never let you live that down if they were still alive, teasing you all the while. 

“Look at me, please?” Sanji urges, and you do, letting him tilt your chin up slightly. “I’m here for you. I’m in this for you. Not sex, not marriage, not anything like that. Just you. And you, ma moitié, are enough for me, and then some.”

The gentle kiss that he lays on your lips is enough to make you soar, and the two of you spend another hour in the grove, looking up at the stars.

Pell visits Feann and Sion’s grave after the slaughter of Arlong the Saw. He pours her and her wife a cup of cloudberry mead, which the two had so loved, he recalls, and leaves an offering of dried salmon and fresh poppy buns. He leaves the same offering at every grave for his pod, and his daughter-in-laws pod. Recognizes the names of his lost grandpups, and old friends from when he had grown up in Seal’s Drop. 

“She’s doing better, I hope,” Pell sighs, as he sits in front of the meager little carin, marking where his daughter, his only pup, lays. “To think…. such a quiet pup, that was the child you called me about?”

The countless calls from when you were small. How he could hear you and Toha arguing in the background, followed by the wailing of the infant twins, too young to be named yet. 

You. You were the child always mentioned. Little wave-maker, already commanding the water in your sippy cup to gurgle and shoot out when your mothers wouldn’t give you the sweets you so desired. The chaos of your tantrums, and how Feann laughed over her own descriptions of your puffed-up cheeks, and how you unknowingly shook the ground with your angry, toddler feet stamping.

Earthshaker. Stormmaker.  

Just like Coth. Just like him. And yet you knew nothing of those titles. Either blocked out, from the terror of Arlong, or unknown, as your body had grown and adjusted when you began to hit cycle age. 

“Her pelt looked like yours though, Sion. With some of Feann’s utilitarianism. Oh, how I should have been here sooner.”

He thinks of his late wife. With her long, silky white hair, and pure obsidian eyes. Coth would have known what to say, and how to help. She was everything he was not, just as he was all she couldn’t be. But they were both born under that same, covered sun, with the moon’s face looking down on them so benevolently. Just as you had been, brought quietly whimpering into the world, so unlike what had been expected of a leopard seal pup.

He knocks back the rest of the mead in his glass without another thought, and weeps at his pod’s grave.

[akwolfgrl]

Recipe for recovery part 1

"All right, everybody!” Nani called out, Sanji was already standing next to her on the shore. His cigarette smoke a familiar presence, and he had gone ahead to check to see if the island had anything editable. Luckily, he also found a sign that someone had left telling others how long until the log pose resets. “There's no one who lives on the island except maybe one or two people, thire are only a few signs of civilization,”

“Like the guy with goats?” Luffy asked.

“Yah, just like him. They might even be long dead. Anyway, the log pose sets in two weeks, there appears to be plenty of fresh fruit and other forgeables, and there are wild animals for hunting,” Nami informed everyone.

“Ooo meat! I call going hunting! Zoro you'll come!” Luffy waved his arm in the air excitedly.

“I'll stay behind and watch the ship,” Franky volunteered.

“Great, then Robin and Chopper can collect medicinal herbs and Sanji can gather food. I'll get to work charting the island,”

“Usopp, can you set crab traps?” Sanji asked, since they hadn't had carbs in a while, Nami couldn't wait to taste it again. “See if there any good fish around I left my fish book on the kitchen table along with everyone's lunch,”

“Sure! Why the great captain Usopp once caught a giant carb!” Usopp began to tell his tale, Luffy and Chopper both listening with rapt attention.

Soon, everyone left to go their separate ways, Nami began to get to work on measuring the island. She would do the other more dangerous side another day with a bodyguard. Nami eventually sat down midday. She opened her “pirate lunchbox” as luffy loved to call them. Nami opened the first part of lunch. It smelled and looked amazing as always. With white rice, tofu hamburger with a sticky sweet glaze with minka, cucumber salad, steamed veggies, and chicken. Nami dug in, Sanji always made the best meals…most of the time. There were a few times when food stores had been low, especially with Luffy's midnight snacks. Thanks to Franky and the new locking and much larger fridge that hopefully will be less of an issue. Nami finished lunch and moved on to the second box with dessert. There was a slice of minka cream cake, blueberries, and strawberries.

Nami closed the lid to her lunch and took a long drink from her canteen. She cleaned off her face, stood up, and stretched. She was filled but not stuffed. Enough to satiate and satisfy without feeling heavy and sluggish. She had more work to do after all.

Nami bet that Sanji had filled Zoro's lunch box with all of his favorites; she had seen the swordsman slip a bottle of sake with him. So something to go with it, maybe the last of the sea beast meat, rice, and stuff to go with sake. Sanji would deny it, but he always filled Zoro's pirate lunchbox with his favorites. She had seen the blond watch Zoro pause in his workout to eat the handheld snack Sanji had left him, hearts in his eyes and hearts in the cigarette smoke above his head. Those two idiots were clearly in love with each other but too damn stubborn to admit it.

Nami heard the sound of tumbling, crashing earth, and the sound of a Sanji screaming. He never sounded like that. Nami ran, forgetting her tools, her pulse racing as she headed towards the sound. The silence was triefing. No sounds of a fight or a struggle. Her shoes squished in the wet soil, the grass slippery under her feet, just ahead was the edge of a cliff. Trees brimming with fruit lined the edge of the island, a steep drop off and a chunk missing, Nami inched closer, cautious of the loose dirt underneath. She peered over the ruined Cliffside. Sanji lay on the beach, his limbs stuck in unnatural poses, blood trickling from his head, and many cuts. Nami backed up and placed her hands over her mouth, and began to shout.

“Chopper! Chopper!” Nami had to keep it together. Falling apart wouldn't help Sanji. They needed to get down to him, Sanji might still be alive!

[zorosleftmantit101]

Luffys sick Shit Post

Characters: Luffy

A/N: I got hospitalised due to fucking FOOD POISONING, and it inspired me to right ✨whatever this shit is✨

C/W: food poisoning, gross, mentions of spew, just in general if you dont like sick stuff should probably pass on this.

Luffy had spent the entirety of the day scoffing all the food he could find at the local markets of the island the straw hats had docked on.

Seafoods, breads, meats, sweats you name it, if it was served he ate it.

Sadly for Luffy the place didn't have the best repuation for the 'freshness' of the food.

Rolling out of bed in the morning Luffy was greeted with a burning in his throat and he felt like utter shit, he had been stabbed, beaten and thrashed in the past but this had got to be the worst feeling in the entire world.

Making his way to the kitchen his stomach churned with something other than hunger a nasty gurgurling feeling like maltan lava looking for a way to escape.

stumbling into the kitchen Sanji looked up from the stove, smacking Zoros hand with the spatula for tring to grab the bacon before it was ready.

"Mornin Luffy breakfast is nearly ready" Sanji called, Luffy looked up with a frown the mention of food making the vile in his throat bubble "No i can't eat not hungry"

record scratch

Zoros jaw dropped to the floor.

Usopp dropped the plate he was holding.

Nami spilled the ink she was using.

utter shock and disbaleif painted the crews face, Luffy hardly noticed to busy trying to keep the feeling in his stomach down.

"I don't feel so good sanj-" "HRLARHHH" it almost seemed to happen in slow motion as Luffy emptied his guts onto the kitchen floor.

"ew Luffy" Zoro sighed,

"DON'T SAY EW HES SICK" Usopp exclaimed rushing to aid Luffy.

"WHAT THE FUCK LUFFY THE SINKS RIGHT THEIR" sanji yelled.

"maybe hes pregnant" Robin said causing Nami to spit out the tea she was drinking cackling loudly

"ROBIN THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES" Usopp yelled.

Franky ran into the room "WHATS ALL THE YELLING ABOU- WOOOO SHIT-"

slipping right through Luffys discarded dinner Frnky crashed through the wall into choppers office.

"FRANKY!" chopper screathed

walking into the room at the loud bang Brook looked at everybody and then at Luffy "now i feel like spewing... or i would.. if I had a stomach YOHO-" 'BANG!' frying pan to the skull Sanji sighed angrily.

This was going to be a long morning...

[pianokantzart]

If You Can’t Stand The Heat

One-shot fic. Don’t know if it qualifies as fluff/angst or hurt/comfort, but ptsd is definitely happening.

Mario and Luigi settle into a new home in The Mushroom Kingdom shortly after their victory over Bowser. Both try their best to embrace the new normal, but both have their own struggles wrapping their heads around everything they just survived.

Now posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46686196

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Luigi never had a kitchen to himself before. The moment he and his brother declared themselves homeowners, his entire family, near and far, pitched in to make sure they had everything they needed. The kitchen especially was stocked with all their hearts desired, as everyone in the family had a spare something: cutlery, spatulas, measuring spoons, cutting boards, cheese graters, rolling pins, crock pots, meat tenderizers, bread machines, pitchers, pots, pans, knives, blenders, choppers, slicers, mixers, grinders, peelers, juicers, shakers… Mario tried to explain that they could stock their own kitchen– the plumbing business was going great, they had money now, but nobody listened. In their own loud, pushy, overbearing way, they only wanted to make sure he and his brother were taken care of. They were family, after all.

While Luigi had always pitched in to help cook for big events and celebrations back in Brooklyn, the kitchen was his mother’s domain, kept pristine, efficient, and orderly. She was an unstoppable machine that churned out three multi-course meals a day, all made from scratch. She worked hard, poured her whole heart into every detail, and always made sure everyone was fed and taken care of. Luigi was often told– sometimes condescendingly– he took after his mother, but to him this was no insult. Quite the opposite. At last he had a kitchen of his own, and though he was cooking for a household of two rather than nine it felt like no less of a responsibility, especially given the way Mario had been for the past few days. To anyone who hadn’t lived with Mario his entire life, he seemed fine. Better than fine. He behaved like his usual self, head raised high and a spring in his step, ready to take on the world. Nobody else knew how little sleep he was getting, sitting up in bed while looking back and forth between his brother and the window like a newly-hired guard dog, waiting for the worst. Nobody else saw how his whole body shifted into a fighting stance at the slightest hint of trouble, the worry in his eyes every time Luigi stepped away for longer than a minute.

For as long as Luigi could remember, Mario treated his own life with reckless abandon while treating Luigi’s like it was more valuable than the world itself. It was only two weeks ago that they nearly lost each other, and then found each other, and then saved each other by the skin of their teeth. Luigi, feeling a little guilty, was dead set on seeing to it that all was made right again. He was happy to stick close to his brother for as long as needed, stay up talking for long hours into the night, and manage the plumbing business whenever Mario finally felt calm enough to fall asleep (no matter what time of day it was). But more than anything he kept their new house clean and organized, intent on ensuring every square inch of it truly felt like home– a safe haven where nothing could hurt them. 

Of course, their first home-cooked meal would be a major milestone, and what better way to launch their kitchen than with an old-fashioned Italian pizza? Luigi layered the sauce and the mozzarella on the freshly stretched dough while the oven preheated, singing “Che La Luna” to himself while Mario sat in the living room, trying to beat the first boss of Kid Icarus.

“You sure you don’t want any help, Luigi?” “I said I’ve got this!” Luigi called back, pausing his singing as he added fresh basil leaves and a sprinkle of salt. “I’m almost done. Dinner in five!”

Luigi plucked up the pizza peel by handle and headed toward the oven, pleased with his handiwork. He picked the tune back where he left off, taking a moment to twirl proudly in his apron as he crossed the kitchen floor. “C' 'na luna mezz'u mare Mamma mia m'a maritare!…” He carefully held his creation in his right hand as he leaned down and opened the oven door. “Figlia mia a cu te dare Mamma mia pensace-”

The blast of heat hit him. Luigi suddenly stopped singing. He had been so lost in his own thoughts… he didn’t even expect the oven to feel like this, five hundred degrees fahrenheit slamming against his cheeks like a heavy blow. Blindsided by the sensation, an uncontrollable tremor slowly overtook him, the pizza he had so carefully prepared falling out of his hands, clattering to the tile floor.

“Lu! You okay?” Luigi didn’t hear Mario’s voice. The comforting presence one room over disappeared under an ocean of fear that crashed down upon him, suffocating him. The cozy kitchen, the golden light of evening streaming through the open window, and the smell of yeast and flour evaporated under ash and sulfur, boiling magma lapping at his feet and red-hot iron bending beneath his hands. His heart pounded so hard he felt like it was about to burst, blood rushing to his head and turning his mind inside out while it desperately attempted to grasp reality… This wasn’t real! It was over! He was safe! He was home! He… Heat. He was trapped. He was burning. Luigi leapt back from the oven, hitting himself against the island table as he fell. Hard stone, sharp claws, bony hands, crushing scales, falling debris. Heat. Oppressive, inescapable as death.

“Mario!” Luigi screamed his brother’s name on instinct, unaware he was already in the doorway, rushing to his side.

“Luigi! what’s wrong?” Mario took hold of his brother. Luigi tried to wriggle out of his grasp as though his life depended on it. He shook violently, pressing his hands tightly to his face as he screamed again, voice cracking with terror and desperation. 

“Mario!”

“I’m here Lu! I’ve got you!” With some effort, Mario managed to force Luigi’s hands away from his face. He held Luigi’s cheeks and looked into his eyes– they were wide, tearful, looking past everything toward some undisclosed horror in the middle distance. At last they shifted, returning to the present world, settling upon the face in front of him. He shivered terribly, his breathing shallow, his brow soaked in sweat as recognition finally dawned on him. “… Mario?”

“I’ve got you.” Mario pulled Luigi close, pressing their foreheads together as they sat on the kitchen floor, surrounded by a mess of trampled dough and scattered flour. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” Mario repeated softly, “You’re okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

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That night, they had ice cream for dinner. Mario stood in the living room in front of the coffee-table-turned-dessert-bar, and split a tub of butterscotch-caramel between two dishes, topping them with mounds of whipped cream, sprinkles, and cherries. Luigi sat on the nearby couch, wrapped in a quilt, watching his brother divvy out the icecream from a carton that still had the smudged remnants of “Mario’s! Do not touch!” written on the side in sharpie, hastily scratched out at the last minute. 

“You want pecans too?” Mario asked, already popping open the tin. Luigi nodded, tightening the blanket a little further around his shoulders. His hands still shivered as he took the bowl from his brother. He was quiet for a moment, taking a few bites of the ice cream, fighting down another wave of tears that tried to bubble to the surface even now that the worst of the attack had left him. He was miserable. Exhausted. Defeated. “I feel so stupid.”

“You shouldn’t.” Mario sat on the couch, shoulder-to-shoulder against his brother while holding his sundae in his lap. “This is normal, I think. I mean... you went through a lot.”

“You didn’t fall apart like this.” Luigi whined, “You went through a lot too.” “What I went through is different.” Mario retorted, stirring his sundae into a brown, chocolatey slurry with his spoon, “I wasn’t alone like you were. Even from the first moment I landed in The Mushroom Kingdom I had Toad watching my back. You didn’t have anyone.”

Luigi didn’t say anything, he just looked at his older brother. Mario was right, but he didn’t like how guilty he looked while saying it. It wasn’t his fault that they got ripped in separate directions, it wasn’t his fault they ended up where they ended up. He did everything he could. He did amazing, all considering. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Mario asked, breaking the silence between them. “You know… what happened to you while we were apart?”

Luigi took a bite of his ice cream to buy himself time to consider his response. The answer was no, of course, even though Luigi knew talking about it would be good for him. He dreaded the thought of putting his experience into words. Even in the daylight hours, when all was well and the world was as it should be, merely thinking about The Dark Lands made his chest hurt and his hair stand on end. “Can I talk about it tomorrow?” “You can talk about it whenever you like,” Mario assured. He reached his free hand over to Luigi’s shoulder and tugged him into a playful side hug. “You’ve been here for me Lu, but don’t forget I’m here for you too! and I’m gonna keep being here, every step of the way. That’s a promise.”

Luigi smiled. Tears welled up in his eyes, far from the fearful tears that had plagued him moments before. “Mario…” Luigi set his ice cream down on the coffee table in front of him, rubbed his tears away on the palm of his hand, and plucked his little-big brother up into a bear hug. Mario barely had enough time to put his own ice cream down safely before being yanked into the embrace. “…We’re a mess.” Luigi chuckled, sounding happy at last. The shivering was almost gone, his breathing was steady, and his heartbeat was almost normal. Mario noted each of these things while he was pressed against his brother, and couldn’t help but smile as well. He’d be okay. Whether Luigi knew it or not, he was strong as either of them. It would take a bit of time, but they were going to be okay.

“Yeah.” Mario laughed, resting his chin against his brother’s shoulder, “we sure are.”

[pheobus-the-plant]

Star wars rebels headcanons: cooking edition

Kanan:

- can make his three lineage recipes

- spent some time working at a vegan smoothie restaurant and a dive bar

- lived off frozen meals and space pb&j

Hera:

- is so good at prepping massive amounts of vegetables, can mince an onion in 30 seconds

- makes a mean stew, goulash and stir fry, but it'll feed 50 people

- learned to cook helping in the kitchen for the Ryloth freedom fighters

Zeb:

- grill master

- can make a 4 course meal on a campfire with ingredients found in the dirt

- weirdly good at cupcakes

Chopper:

- has started multiple fires

Ezra:

- one pot hotplate recipe god

- uses a lot of overripe fresh produce in his meals because that's what he could afford

- was hired as a line cook at age 9

Sabine:

- does not know where meat comes frome

- has never seen a raw vegetable

- her definition of cooking is grabbing whatever nutripaste was served that day and dousing it in hot sauce

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3, 9, and 14 for Let Us Prey?

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Even More Fic Writer Asks

3. Did the idea change at all by the time the fic was complete?

Yes and no.

On the one hand, this in my head is Eris' "main story" since it was the idea I've had since I first created Eris as a character (3 years ago, after the movie came out). Most of the main plot has remained the same, particularly the climax and the way it ends

But on the other hand, Eris and their story have gone through a LOT of changes and adaptations since that initial creation - I played a lot of the individual scenes by ear, and the vibe and tone of this fic is very different from that first idea. Three years ago, Eris was still an Amazon warrior who had fled Themyscira, but he had much more of a moral code and a much simpler, less troubled backstory. I love Eris so much more in her final form here, I think she's much more compelling of a character than she was back when I initially created her, but it's definitely meant that the inner meat of the fic is very different from that first idea.

9. Did you get stuck at any point? How did you get past that?

Actually... no, shockingly. This fic was surprisingly smooth going once I started it - it became my whole focus and I didn't work on any other writing projects until it was finished, but it all laid down on the page pretty easily. I had some scenes that went down all in one go, others that I kept jumping around to write, but it was all pretty smooth sailing.

The only time I ever got "stuck" (in parentheses bc it barely counts as a hitch lol) was right at the end of writing it. I think the last bit I wrote was jointing together two partial scenes in chapter 2, plus I had to come up with a title. My pace definitely slowed a bit there, but even then it was one of those "go to bed and look at it with fresh eyes" types of thing.

Honestly, the biggest struggle was the fact that AO3 went down for an entire day when I tried to post the fic lol XD

14. Talk about the fic’s opening scene & how you approached it

The opening scene of this fic shows Eris on the chopper with the Suicide Squad A-Team (Rick, Harley, Boomer, Blackguard, TDK, Savant, etc.), about to fly in to Corto Maltese. Naturally, this leads to absolute carnage, and Eris can sense that something's off about this whole lineup.

The way I approached this scene was interesting, especially since it follows the plot of the movie. I didn't need to do too much setup for it, since the idea would be that almost anyone reading the fic would have seen the movie and know what's coming up. Instead, most of my approach was in Eris' reaction to that setup, as well as their standing relationship with Rick.

I guess my main thought process was that the average reader already knows what'll happen to the main squad. Eris is the wild card, the new addition, who has powers that might actually change the plot (they don't, they still get overwhelmed and the rest of the team still dies, but the reader doesn't know that going into it), so I mainly tried to hook the reader on Eris and his relationship with Rick, first and foremost.

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